Isolation- Hand Puppet

At some point during the evening Randy removed his hand. It had no affect whatsoever. The younger inmate would wake many times throughout that long night crying. The blood had stopped, but he didn’t move back to his own bed. He couldn’t.

Randy had a strong arm curled over him the entire night. When the morning came and a guard rattled on the door of the cell, Billy was finally released and hopped out of the bed.

“Rough night there cupcake?” the guard laughed, “old Randy take his frustrations out on his jailhouse wife? You poor dear.”

Billy said nothing. The small tear running down his cheek was the only indication of what he was feeling.

Randy stretched and stepped out of bed, slapping Billy in the ass playfully as if they were just two friends waking up. Billy let out a cry of pain, but stayed in position.

The guard left soon after and Billy crawled into his own bunk, clutching the blanket quickly over him as if the cell was freezing.

“Sorry I had to put you through that boy,” Randy said, sitting on his bunk and reaching for his rolling papers, “Maybe now you will learn not to sass me.”

Billy said nothing.

“Get out from under those covers boy, I was so busy teaching you how to behave that I wound up depriving myself of that pretty young mouth.

Billy didn’t move.

“Don’t make me angry boy,” Randy said in a warning voice, “Because I went easy on you last night.”

Billy pulled the covers back and looked at him pleadingly.

Randy rolled a joint with fingers trained from years of mornings just like this. He patted his lap and smiled at Billy.

The boy came out of his bunk, taking what looked to be an agonizing step, and then dropped to his knees in front of his cellmate.

“That’s more like it.” Randy said, “Why start off the day on a bad note right? When we are gonna be together for most of it.”

Billy reached up and pulled Randy’s boxers down. A soft, pink cock flopped over and stared at him.

Billy took it in his hand and brought his head down without delay.

“Well at least you know some things well enough. Bet you didn’t know you had faggot in you till you met me, huh boy?”

Randy lit his joint and leaned back just a bit as his long cock came to life.

He used his right hand to hold and puff on the marijuana, and the other was moved to Billy’s head.

The kid made a choking sound as Randy suddenly pressed down, causing the entire nine inches of his now, rigid cock to go right down the boy’s throat.

He held it there for a moment, and just as Billy started to gasp for air, he let him up, guiding his head up and down as the boy wet his cock with youthful saliva.

“If you had it all to do over again, boy, would you still have robbed that liquor store?” Randy rasped, as smoke came from his mouth, “It’s a rhetorical question. Don’t dare take your mouth off me.”

Billy had his eyes closed and a small amount of snot came from his nose as he labored on Randy’s manhood.

Placing the still burning joint at the side of the milk crate, Randy now put both hands on Billy’s short black hair.

His fingers traveled Billy’s head tickling it lightly as the blowjob sped toward its conclusion.

As body began to convulse, Randy became more forceful again, tightening the grip on Billy’s head, raising his ass from the bunk, and mouth fucking the boy during and a few seconds after all of the seed had been expelled from his long tube.

“That’s all there is you little homo,” Randy laughed, “Get on back to your bunk now. I don’t keep company with queers.”