Steel and Cement Part 1

Kevin Adams looked around, no one was watching as he slipped the sun glasses off the rack, and into his pocket.

At least, Kevin had thought no one saw. The store’s security had watched Kevin from the moment he entered the doors. Kevin’s entire appearance fit in with the typical shoplifters description.

Kevin was 19, the tall, thin teen weighed about 150, his 5 foot 10 inch frame was skinny. His light blonde hair was not well maintained, and was in desperate need of a trim. His clothes were faded, advertising the many washings they had been through.

Seconds after Kevin left the store with the stolen sun glasses, two security guards apprehended him. Kevin pled, apologized, and made excuses that had no effect. In less than 15 minutes, Kevin was being handcuffed by a real policeman.

The short ride from the department store to the jail flew by as a very panicked Kevin sat in the back seat of the cruiser.

The policeman handed Kevin over to the jail staff and went to file a report. Kevin was charged with “theft under $50” and a $500 bail bond was set. Kevin was considered a misfit by his family, they would not be making the small bond to free him.

The booking in process was total humiliation for the skinny teen. He was made to strip totally nude in front of two jailers. He was instructed to do degrading acts such as bending over while holding his ass cheeks spread open. He had to open his mouth so a guard could look for hidden drugs. He had to lift his ball sack and cock as even that place was inspected for contraband.

The older guard paid little attention to Kevin, he had seen enough naked men in his life time that he no longer noticed anything. The younger guard was new on the job, he looked at the blonde’s large uncut dick, and low hanging bull nuts. He wondered how a common crook got lucky enough to be hung like Kevin.

Kevin’s street clothes were taken and replaced with wrinkled white cotton jeans and shirt. He was given boxers that had been washed so many times that the elastic had given up. For shoes, he was given white plastic thongs, and that completed his attire.

He was issued one sheet, one wool blanket, a small bath towel, and a gray plastic encased pillow and mattress. The younger guard also handed him a plastic bag with toothbrush, toothpaste, and plastic razor.

Kevin clutched the jail issued items to his chest as he nervously followed the two guards down a dank and smelly hall. Kevin’s plastic thongs made a loud clapping sound as he walked down the hall. Many inmates came up to the bars lining the hall, and made comments.

Kevin heard things like, ‘Baby’... ‘show us your ass’.... ‘fresh chicken’....... One inmate even pulled out his dick and shook it at Kevin. Both guards ignored the cat calls and harassment, even the younger guard knew to overlook the homosexuality that took place.

Kevin’s palms were damp. While he had never imagined being in a place like this, he had heard gossip about what happened in jails. Kevin’s face also begin to sweat as the guards stopped. He watched, speechless, and afraid as the older guard took a large brass key and unlocked the barred door.

Kevin was somehow aware that the guard was opening the gate to what was going to be his hell. Kevin had to will his feet to take him in the cell. His shirt was dampening, and clung to his thin chest, spots had appeared under his arms.

The door was closed and locked behind him, Kevin’s heart thudded as he felt the stare of the man he had just been locked up with. Kevin’s eyes were downcast, unable to meet the stares of his new cell mate. His heart raced so fast, that his ears pounded.

34 year old Darren Freeman grinned as he saw Kevin entering his domain. Darren had been in and out of the system many times. His convict sense allowed him to pick out ‘fresh meat’ with perfection. Darren knew with uncertainty that this tall, skinny blonde was a victim. He could see and smell the boy’s fear. Darren knew how to use that fear, how to play on it.

Kevin’s knees were locked, he was frozen, and was struggling to regain control. He had never been a tough guy, he had grown up fatherless and didn’t know the fine skills of self defense. There had been no male in his life to teach him sports, or other father son activities. Kevin had been a book worm and had very little dealings with macho men.

Kevin was definitely straight in his sexual desires, unfortunately, his limited experience with sex had been with his own body. Kevin had been raised by a mother and three older sisters. He had never participated in gym or sports, and was clueless that he was a very well hung young man.

Kevin was ashamed of his thin, lanky body. His sisters had all been attracted by the rugged, muscled type, and Kevin had grown up believing he was plain or even ugly. He never went shirtless, he was ashamed of his very smooth, slim chest, and even more ashamed of the large nipples protruding from it. He was ashamed of his forever long legs, lightly covered in blonde fuzz.

Darren saw the tall, lanky kid in another way. Darren saw long blonde hair with almost white sun streaks. He saw big green eyes that were cat shaped, framed by thick, dark blonde lashes. Darren saw high, defined cheekbones that sat on either side of thick, dark pink lips. Darren saw almost classic male beauty in the skinny teens face.
Darren’s eyes took in the kid’s body. He noticed how Kevin’s sweat dampened shirt clung to his chest and stomach. He saw that the kid had large nipples. He observed the long, slim legs. He correctly guessed they were pretty hairless.

Darren needed to see more, Darren needed to show his authority. He stood up and walked towards a very, frightened Kevin.

Darren was dressed only in boxers and plastic shoes. Jail cells are constructed with steel and cement. Sounds travel and echo and have a way of seeming louder then they really are.

Kevin looked up, just for a second as he heard the loud sound of the man approaching. He saw a man older than him, maybe twice his age, walking towards him. In the brief instance that Kevin looked, he saw an almost naked man a few inches shorter than his own height. The man had a thick, beefy, muscular body, his large arms had some tattoo’s on them. His hair was short, dark blonde brown mix. His thick chest had curly light brown hair, and another tat over his right nipple. Kevin’s eyes flew downward again as he read the tat..... “Cherry Buster” it said.

Darren knew even at 5 foot 8, his body oozed the very essence of manhood. Sitting up in this jail had caused Darren to put on a pound or two, his once tight waist was showing visible love handles. Darren knew how the ladies were attracted to his dancing blue eyes, his masculine face, his strong body.... only there were no ladies in here. However, in Darren’s way of thinking, this new kid would be a perfect substitute.

Kevin’s knees unlocked, he struggled now to keep them from shaking. Somehow, maybe instinct, maybe foresight told Kevin that the grinning man approaching him meant danger. And Kevin knew that Darren sensed his fear.

Darren knew it too, he knew the basics of what Kevin was thinking. Darren had many boys during his many visits to the system and he knew their thoughts. Darren was a few feet away from Kevin now, he smelt Kevin’s fear, the sweet fear of a teenager, not the musky smell of a man’s fear. Darren knew from the kid’s fear that he had no experience or knowledge of jail house sex.

Darren’s grin was sincere as he eyed what he knew was a jail house virgin. He held out his hand, and said, “I’m Freeman, yeah, I know fucked up name to be locked up, huh?”

Darren’s comment was meant to disarm the teen, and it did. Kevin held out his hand, and said, “I’m Adams.” Kevin used his last name to appear like he was used to this type of interaction.

Darren grasped Kevin’s hand firmly, not in an attempt to crush it, but to show his strength and maleness. Kevin did indeed feel the strength in Darren’s hands.

Darren broke the handshake, and pointed towards the one empty bunk. The small cell 2 bunks, one upper and one lower. The one empty one was a bottom bunk.

“That’s your bed, Adams,” Darren said. “I’m above you, I ‘m always on top.”

Kevin didn’t notice Darren’s grin as that last statement was made. However, Darren’s friendliness was having the effect of making Kevin relax.

Kevin actually grinned back and looked into Darren’s eyes. “Thanks, man,” Kevin tried to answer in a masculine way. For some reason, Kevin felt comfortable.

Kevin turned towards the bunk, Darren got view of the teen’s ass for the first time. Darren’s grin got bigger as Kevin bent over to lay his supplies on the bunk. Darren watched as Kevin bent over, the thin jail pants stretched over a pair of boy mounds...... Darren was viewing Kevin’s cotton covered butt. Darren’s dick lurched as he saw the slim, firm butt show it’s shape.

Darren watched Kevin’s ass flex as the teen attempted to make the bunk. Darren had been able to tell the kid had never been inside a jail, but it was confirmed as Kevin attempted to make the bunk.

Darren didn’t love boys, he loved women. In prison, normally he just took what he wanted, because Darren loved sex as much as he loved women. But, Darren sensed a game here, and he wanted to play. Darren knew as he watched the bent over teen struggling to make his bunk, he could just reach down and grab those slim butt cheeks and fuck, but for some reason, Darren decided to have some fun.

Kevin had no idea what Darren was thinking, but when Kevin found out, it could never be construed as fun!

Darren patiently taught Kevin how to tie the unfitted sheets beneath the bottom of the mattress, he showed Kevin how to punch the lumps out of the mattress. Darren’s eyes were locked onto Kevin’s ass or nipples the entire time.

Darren said, “Hey, Adams, ya wanna work out some?”

Kevin liked the way the older guy was treating him, he thought of his skinny body, and a chance on improving it. Kevin said, “Sure, Freeman, like lifting weights or what?”

“Naw, man, no weights, we get yard call for an hour every other day, but ain’t like nothing but a yard out there. I’ve been working out in the cell, trying to keep my fat ass from getting bigger!” Darren said.

Kevin actually looked at Darren’s body and said, “Man, you’re not fat!” Kevin eyed the older man’s chest, and then saw the ‘cherry buster’ tat again. Kevin quickly looked up to Darren’s face again.

Darren said, “Dude, look at this!” Darren pinched the small love handles on either side of his waist.

Kevin looked and laughed, “At least you got a waist, man, I’m so fucking skinny, my pants don’t wanna stay up!”

Darren’s immediate thought was ‘fall down, I wish his pants would fall down!”

The 19 year old and the 34 year old both laughed. Soon, one of them would have nothing to laugh about.