Date: Sat, 04 May 2002 00:12:52 +0000 From: Josh10 By_Gosh Subject:: Guard Duty (M/t Anal, Oral) This is a WORK of FICTION. It includes sexual acts between a man and a teenage boy. The usual warnings - under 18 - leave now. Don't like to read fictional depictions of sex between an adult male and a teen boy - leave now. Such stories are illegal where you live - leave now. None of the above, read and enjoy. +++++++++++Guard Duty++++++++++++ April of 1999 was a high point in my 55 years of life. I landed the dream job for a boy lover. I had been hired on as a guard at the local juvenile detention center. There was space in the facility for 36 boys. Their ages ranged from 13 to 17. They were in custody for various reasons - criminal activities and protection were the most common. Boys in for protection were ones who had run away from home; usually a number of times. They left for all kinds of reasons, but abuse - mental, physical or sexual - were the most common. Being low man in seniority, I got to work nights. I was on from eleven p.m. to eight a.m. My work week was Wednesday to Sunday. This was not the greatest shift because it screwed up my weekends. But then, weekends were the time when the least number of guards were on duty. On Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights, I was alone in the lock-up area - connected by walkie talkie with the only other guard - who manned the doors and security cameras. Jack was usually the other guard on my shift. He was 48 and a boy lover as well. It is funny how we recognize each other. I could tell from the first time that he and I had to strip search a teen. Jack enjoyed it far too much to be anything but a boy lover (but that is another story). My shift consisted of monitoring the boys in their rooms - we called them cells. There was only one boy to a cell. Each cell had a metal framed bed, a desk, a chair and a toilet. Everything was bolted to the floor. Each boy was given a sheet and a blanket. They were allowed a few personal items in their cells but not many. The lights in each cell were left on at night although they were dimmed down to about half of the daytime level. Each cell door had a barred opening. This allowed the guard to see what each boy was doing as he did his rounds. There were strategically placed cameras monitoring key areas - in my area this was in the hallways and the shower area. All other facilities - classrooms etc., were outside the lock up area. My first month at the center almost drove me crazy. Most nights, all 36 cells were full. As I started my rounds at eleven each night, I was treated to the sight of boys in various states of undress. Some lay naked on their beds, displaying all their assets to my lusting eyes. Others were in various stages of masturbation. I saw more young cocks of every shape size and color than I had ever dreamed of - and I had done a lot of dreaming. On average, I would guess that at least half the boys masturbated nightly. Few went more than one or two nights without it. I think it was one of the few things that comforted them in this environment. And then there were the exhibitionists. I am sure that some of the boys got off on the fact that I was watching them - for they put on quite a show. The other great part of my job happened at the end of the shift. Each morning, the boys were awakened at 7:00 a.m. by the day guards. They were brought to the showers in groups of six. I was stationed at one entrance to the shower with a full view of everything that took place inside. I stood about four feet from the closest shower. Once the showers were complete, each boy had to come to me to receive his clean clothes for the day. Needless to say, this daily duty took its toll on me. Some mornings I managed to delay masturbating until I got home. Other days, I had to stop in the washroom before I left work. My primary job was to make hourly inspections of the cells. This usually took from 10 minutes to an hour - depending on what activities I encountered - and how long I lingered at any particular cell. The first three hours were the best. After that, most of the boys slept. After each inspection, I had to call Jack to report that everything was O.K. One of the more memorable nights occurred about a month after I had started. As I approached one of the cells on my 1:00 a.m. round, I heard crying. This was not unusual. As I reached the cell, I scanned the information sheet on the door. It was occupied by a boy named Bobby. He had been picked up three times after having run away from home. Because of suspected abuse at home, he was placed in detention until alternate arrangements could be made. Bobby had just turned thirteen. As I looked in the window, Bobby was kneeling on the floor; his head down; and his hands covering his crotch. I unlocked the door and entered. He didn't look up, and continued crying. A quick survey of the room told me why he wasn't in bed. A large puddle of pee lay on the sheet - the rubber mattress cover preventing it from soaking in. I sat on the bed, being careful to avoid the puddle. I started to talk quietly to Bobby. At first, he just kept crying. Gradually my words started to get through to him. I re-assured him that he was safe and that he would not be going back to the source of his abuse. Eventually he stopped crying. "Hi, Bobby. My name is Bill. I think its time to get you cleaned up and into some dry clothes," I said. "I guess so," came his muffled reply. Because this was a break in my routine, I had to call Jack and tell him what was going on. He wanted to know if I wanted the camera in the shower room shut off. I said no. Sarcastically, he said he would cut off the tape, just in case I couldn't control myself. I grabbed the wet bedding off the bed - using it to wipe the remaining piss from the mattress cover. I left the room, and Bobby stood up and followed. Reaching the shower room, I deposited the bedding in the laundry hamper. I turned on the water and adjusted it. The showers were on the cold side so that no one could burn themselves - accidently or on purpose. "O.K. Bobby, lets get out of those wet clothes," I instructed. Getting no response, I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He just stood there; his face a blank. I reached down and undid his pants and slid them to the floor. I had to lift each foot to get them off. Still, he stood there like a statue. I pulled down his boxers and removed them from around his feet. Still no reaction. I took the opportunity to study this young child. The first thing that struck me was that he looked younger than his thirteen years. If I had to guess, I would have figured him to be ten or eleven. He had short uneven brown hair that looked like he had cut it himself. His face was pale. His eyes might have been a pretty blue, had they not looked so devoid of life. He had a thin, almost girlish face. His looks would have attracted a lot of attention from the men on the street from whom runaways usually earned their money. His body was as pale as his face and painfully thin. He had a thin layer of brown pubic hair covering the mound above his dick. And oh what a dick he had. He may have looked eleven - but his dick was as long as mine - almost seven inches of uncut splendor. I could barely resist touching it. I gave my head a shake and walked around behind him. What should have been a beautiful sight was, instead, shocking. I stared open mouthed at Bobby's back. The mass of scars looked like a road map. The lines that cris-crossed from his shoulders to his buttocks were too numerous to count. There were older pale lines; fresher marks; thin stripes; and broad strips of scarred flesh. This boy had been brutally beaten more than once in his young life. "Who did this to you, Bobby," I demanded. No answer. "Who did this to you, Bobby!" My voice rising in anger. He cringed a little but managed a reply. "My mom's boyfriend. Mike" he whispered. "Bobby, I give you my word. He will never touch you again." If the man - no the animal - who had done this to Bobby were beside me now, I think I could have killed him and not felt the slightest guilt. "Does your mom know about this," I asked? A stupid question. How could she not. "Yes," he stammered, "but she loves him and he can do anything to me - she doesn't care about me anymore." The words tumbled from his mouth. He turned to me; rivers of tears running down his face; and hugged me, burying his face in my chest. I felt every sob that wracked his small body. At one moment, I felt love for this poor child - and pure animal hatred for the perpetrator who had committed these horrible crimes on his frail body. It took at least ten minutes for Bobby's tears to subside. I held him for at least another ten minutes longer. I couldn't heal all his wounds or wipe away his pain. But I could be there for him - if only for a little while. "O.K. Bobby," I said, "I think a nice warm shower will help to make you feel better." He nodded his agreement and stepped into the shower. In silence, he washed the tears from his face. He quickly cleaned himself. Normally, watching him would have stirred a different kind of feeling in me - but not tonight. His shower done, Bobby stepped out. I took a large towel and began to dry him. He hadn't asked but I felt the need to comfort him. I dried his hair, his face, his chest. I approached his back. Sensing my hesitation, he said, "it doesn't hurt, now." I dried him carefully, patting the water from his scars. There was one wicked line that started at his left shoulder and ended on his right butt cheek. There was the clear imprint of a belt buckle on his cheek. Anger welled up in me, again. I finished drying him. I handed Bobby a pair of clean boxers and he stepped into them. I took clean bedding and a clean shirt and pants and led him back to his room. I made his bed while he watched. When it was done, I sat down on it. Bobby stood for a moment and then sat beside me. He started crying again and I hugged him to me. I caressed his back with my fingertips as he leaned his head into my chest. My fingers traveled lightly over his pale skin - not wanting to cause him more pain than he had already felt. Bobby stood up and slid onto my lap, curling his body tightly against mine. I continued to massage his back with my left hand. He raised his head and rested it against my shoulder, next to my chin. He took my right hand and placed it in his lap. I was shocked to realize that he had pulled down the front of his boxers. He had placed my hand lengthwise on his soft, warm dick. Without removing my hand, I asked "is this how you survived on the street? Letting men touch you and touching them for money?" "No," he stammered. "Lots of men wanted to but I was scared. I didn't want them to hurt me. Not like Mike hurt me. I was afraid of being.................raped." "Mike did that to you," I asked? "How many times?" "Once. He got drunk one night when mom was at work. He bent me over a table and stuck his thing in my hole. He only did it once. But it hurt real bad. I tried to scream but he slapped me until I was quiet. When he was done, he beat me for crying. He said I should take it like a man - not a baby. I tried not to cry but it hurt so bad. When I felt my hole, there was blood on my fingers. I was real scared. When my mom got home, I told her what Mike had done. She didn't do anything. She told me to keep my mouth shut. She put some cream on me to stop the bleeding then sent me to bed." I was the baby, now, tears running down my face. "I'm not a baby, am I Bill," he pleaded. "No, Bobby," I reassured him."You are not a baby. I would have cried if someone had hurt me that bad." We sat, hugging each other. My walkie talkie beeped. It was Jack. I was overdue for my next rounds. I told Bobby I had to go. I shifted him off my knees onto the bed. He sat there, head down. "I will be back soon, Bobby," I said. He looked up at me. His eyes were almost blank again. I will be back, I promised. I left the room, not bothering to lock it. I didn't think Bobby was going anywhere. ************************** I rushed through my 2:00 a.m. rounds. There were a number of interesting sights but I did not stop to watch. As I returned to Bobby's room, I reported back to Jack that I was done. I told him I needed to go back to Bobby - that I thought he might be suicidal - and shouldn't be left alone. His only comment was "yeah, right!" in a very sarcastic tone. I entered Bobby's room and sat beside him. I hugged him to me and started rubbing his back again. He looked up at me. "That feels real nice. My mom used to rub my back and massage me - when I was little - when she used to love me. Would you give me a massage. I think it would help me to relax." "I would be happy to Bobby," I replied, choking back a sob. He got up off the bed. Before I realized what had happened, he had his boxers off and was face down on the bed - his head resting on his folded arms. I turned around and placed my hands gently on his shoulders. The view of all his scars was almost too much to handle. This thirteen year old boy had experienced more pain than most of us do in a lifetime. I stroked his shoulders. I massaged a little deeper, working out the tension. He let out an audible sigh and closed his eyes. I massaged down onto his back, working between his shoulder blades. I continued to rub and massage down his back and along his sides - alternating between a gentle finger tip massage and a deep full-hand massage. Bobby responded with little whimpers and moans. For some reason I will never know, I felt compelled to kiss the wide scar that reached from his shoulder to his butt. I started at the shoulder, kissing every inch of it. I didn't stop until I reached the end. Was I trying to kiss it better - to heal the hurt. I don't know, but I had to do it. Bobby was totally relaxed. The tension gone from his pale body. I gripped his two round cheeks in my hands, massaging in circles. As I massaged, his cheeks separated and I could see his small puckered hole nestled between them. I stopped. There were bruises around it. Mike's assault must have been very recent - probably the reason why Bobby had run again. I massaged his cheeks; steering clear of his crack; not wanting to cause him any more pain. I massaged down his young thighs - all the way to his feet. I kissed the soles of his feet. He twitched a little, probably ticklish. His massage complete, I sat there waiting for Bobby to make the next move. It didn't take long. Bobby rolled over onto his back. "You can do the front, too. Mom used to do it." I started at his feet and worked my way up. He parted his legs a bit, allowing me to massage the insides of his pale thighs. I accidently brushed his ball sac and he jerked slightly. He closed his eyes. His back rub was starting to turn sexual. I wasn't sure if I wanted that or not. Any other night, there wouldn't have been a second thought. But Bobby was different. He had suffered abuse at the hands of a man. I didn't want to open his wounds again - mental or physical. His long slender penis was gorgeous. It looked so out of place on a boy his size. I ached to touch it but moved on around it. I massaged up to his pubic mound. I ran my fingers through the light hairs. They were soft and starting to curl. I massaged up to his belly button. I worked my fingers up his flat - almost concave - belly to his chest. I rubbed his nipples. They were soft to the touch. They were darker than the rest of his pale skin, surrounded by circles of pale brown. His nipples started to harden and I pinched them between thumb and forefinger - rolling them and teasing them. I massaged his neck and his shoulders. I traced my finger tips lightly over his face; following the outline of his eyes, his forehead, his nose, his cheeks; his pale pink lips. His lips parted and I ran a finger along the wet inside of his lips. He grasped my finger and sucked it in. His tongue played with my finger tip. I let him suckle on it while I continued the light finger massage on his face. I removed my finger from his mouth. In a faint, almost inaudible voice, I heard him say "you can kiss me if you want." I brought my mouth to his. I placed my lips lightly on his. He responded by wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me deeply. Our tongues met and challenged each other to a duel. I don't know who won - but there was definitely no loser. I had a sudden feeling of overwhelming guilt. I pulled away from Bobby's lips; staring into his questioning eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want, Bobby. I have the feeling that you want to go a lot farther. But, I want you to understand that whatever we do together must be your choice. I have developed strong feelings for you in a very short time. I am confused by those feelings. I want to be sure that you really want to do this. That you don't feel that you have to reward me for being kind to you. This is not the street. You have a choice here. I want you to make the right one." I stood up and continued, "I have to do rounds again. I want you to think about how far you want to take this. I am a grown man. You are a boy. If we do anything.............. sexual...... together. Well, I could get into a lot of trouble. I need to know what you want me to do and what you want to do. I will be back in a few minutes. Please, think carefully. It is important to me and to you." I covered him with the blanket and left. *************************** I finished my 3:00 a.m. rounds and called Jack. I told him I would be spending the rest of the night in Bobby's cell. If I didn't show up for rounds, he was to call me. He snickered. "You lucky son of a bitch. I wish it was me down there and you up here." "I'm not sure you could handle the emotions that are involved here, Jack. You are just a horny motherfucker and don't give two hoots about who you get it on with or why," I chided. I returned to Bobby's room. He was lying on his bed, still covered by the blanket. I sat next to him and he sat up, the blanket sliding down to his lap. "Well," I said, "where do we go from here? It's your call." "I..............I have been thinking. I said I hadn't had sex with men on the street and that's true. But it wasn't because I didn't want to. I have sort of been thinking about boys for about a year now. There were some men that I would have gone with. But, I was scared. I couldn't stand the pain again. I needed to be with someone I could trust - someone who wouldn't hurt me. I..........I think you are that person, Bill. I want to experience love between us. I want to know what it all feels like. I need to know that there can be something other than pain. Will you show me, Bill?" I hugged him to me. "I only want to make you happy, Bobby. I promise you there will be no pain," I said. We hugged a little longer then I laid him down. I kissed him on the mouth. His lips parted and I entered him with my tongue. He received me willingly. He was not as aggressive this time. He seemed content to let me lead the way. I kissed all over his face. "Roll over on your back, Bobby. There is something I have to do," I said. He did as I asked, exposing his scarred back to me. Starting at his shoulders, I traced his scars down his back; with my fingers; with my tongue; with kisses. He sighed deeply. I reached the top of the blanket and slid it off his body onto the floor. I followed the scars that led across his cheeks and to the tops of his legs. Was I trying to kiss away all the hurt. I don't know why, but it seemed right. There was one other thing I had to do. I parted his round, firm cheeks. I gently fingered his crack, reaching the small pink hole. It was a mixture of pink and the bluish black bruises that surrounded it. I felt Bobby tense up. "I want to kiss it better," I said. He seemed to understand. He relaxed and let me continue. I kissed the puckered circle. I licked gently around it with my tongue. I allowed the tip of my tongue to penetrate him slightly. I felt his muscles tighten around me. That was enough. I had let him know that his tiny bud could be a place of good feelings, not bad. I rolled him onto his back. He had a smile on his face. "That was nice," he said. He closed his eyes. I searched for his nipples and found them with my mouth. I gave each one a bath; teasing with my tongue; taking gentle nips with my teeth. His nipples responded with their hardness. I kissed the faint line of brownish hair that led down his stomach to his groin. I nuzzled my mouth into his belly button. I kissed his mound, the small curly hairs tickling my nose. His dick was starting to show some signs of life. It would take time. Bobby was not only experiencing new sensations - he was having to mentally overcome some old ones. I took his balls in my hand and rolled his small nuts between my fingers. He moaned. I took his mammoth seven inches into my hands. I pulled his foreskin slowly down, revealing a round pink head. I slid it back and forth a few times getting a feel for it's length and thickness. It started to respond to my touch. I could feel the stiffness as the blood rushed into it. The head turning from pink to a rosy red color. It swelled in thickness, but didn't go much beyond its normal length. I placed a kiss on his head, searching with my tongue until I found the slit. I ran my tongue over the opening, causing his boyhood to jerk. He was hard now. My fingers wrapped around him and started to stroke. I took long, slow leisurely strokes. Pumping my hand in a rhythm that matched his breathing. I took his head in my mouth and sucked it. Bobby moaned. I tasted a drop of pre cum and sucked eagerly, hoping for more. I got my wish. The taste was both sweet and salty at the same time. I took more of him into my mouth. I swallowed his young cock until it reached my throat. I could barely fit him all in without gagging. As I pumped my mouth up and down, I played with his tight sac. I fingered down to his small pucker and rested a finger on the opening. He didn't tense up this time. I released his dick long enough to wet my finger. I returned to my sucking. My finger rested against his hole. I was reluctant to go any farther. Any pain at this time might be traumatic to Bobby's future sexuality. I slowly inserted the tip of my finger. His young muscles tightened around it. I continued pumping on his cock. I felt his grip on my finger loosen. I slipped my finger in a little more. It took about ten minutes of patient waiting, but I finally got it all the way inside of him. I had to back off my sucking several times to prevent him from cumming too soon. With my finger slowly pushing back and forth into his tight anus, I resumed my actions on his swollen boyhood. He was close. I was being rewarded with copious amounts of pre-cum. His hips were starting to thrust upwards into my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair. He was ready for the ride of his life. He bucked up into my mouth. His seven inches driving to the back of my throat. I could feel, rather than hear, his moaning. He was near the beginning and the end of his climax. With one mighty push of his hips, he shot his hot, creamy load deep into my throat. His first shot was followed by seven or eight more. I was having trouble swallowing it all. He had been saving this load for a long time. Cum was leaking from the corners of my mouth. As his spasms subsided, I was able to catch a breath. I swallowed what remained of his boy juice. I licked the remnants from his relaxing organ. The touch of my tongue brought on one final jerk of his dick before it lay down to rest. I moved up his body to his face. Bobby was smiling. He was...........happy. It was a look of pleasure, satisfaction and peace. It was a look that his beautiful face had not had for a long time. He reached a finger to my mouth. He picked up some of his own cum. He inserted his finger into my mouth. I sucked eagerly. He reached out his finger again, gathering more of his nectar. He used his tongue to taste his juice. He smiled. "I taste good, don't I," he said. "You sure do," I responded, licking my lips. We lay together for a few minutes until I had to get up to do my next round. I stood up from the bed. "Please come back when you are done," Bobby pleaded. I took his hands in mine; kissed him on the cheek; smiled at him; and left the room. ***************************** I made my 4:00 a.m. round. Most of the boys were asleep. I checked in with Jack. He had lost his sarcasm. He must have been getting pretty horny imagining what Bobby and I might be up to. I returned to find Bobby sitting on his bed, still naked. I stood next to him, at a loss for words. I was feeling pretty good. Bobby seemed to have found something to take his mind off his troubles - even if it was only for a few hours. Bobby stood up, facing me. He started to undo my shirt buttons. "Do you really want to do this," I asked? "Yes," he whispered, "why should you have all the fun. He started to ease my shirt off. I stopped him. "I don't think that is a good idea. What if I should get called out for an emergency? I think I better keep my clothes on." He nodded in agreement. He placed his face against the grey hair on my chest. He felt warm. His breath on my left nipple was enough to make it hard. His tongue searched out my left nipple and then my right. They were soon rigid from his teasing. Bobby reached down and undid my belt. He undid the button on my pants and unzipped me. He let my pants fall to the floor. He led me to the end of the bed. His fingers took hold of the waistband on my briefs. He slid them to the floor. With a mighty push and a grunt to match, he pushed me backwards onto the bed. I slid myself up until only my pants-covered feet hung off the end. He lay down on my body; his face on my chest; his semi-erect dick pressing into mine. He started to slide up and down, massaging my seven inches with his. The heat down below was enough to start a fire. I was burning up. He slithered up my chest and found my mouth. We shared a kiss filled with passion, lust and love. I wished I could pick him up and take him to my home - away from this place he didn't belong in. He slithered down past my chest, tonguing my nipples as he went by. He reached my fur covered belly. His tongue found my belly button and sucked it clean. He buried his nose in my pubic hair, inhaling deeply of my male musk. He rested his lips on the side of my almost erect cock. He did not move or open his mouth. Instead, his hand found my heavy sac. He lifted each ball separately. Each, in turn, was massaged and squeezed. Continuing to fondle my rocks, he opened his mouth. His tongue darted out and back in. Was he tasting me? Was I to his liking? He lifted himself up, his hands resting on my hips. He straightened his arms. He was hovering over my erection, giving it the once over. A small drop of precum formed at my slit. He darted his tongue out; gathered it in; and tasted it. He placed his mouth directly on my throbbing head, his lips just covering the ridge at its base. His tongue lapped at my piss slit as he sucked on the head. The pleasure was excruciating. He rotated his mouth as he sucked, bringing me to a level of ecstacy I had never known before. His lips massaging the bottom edge of my ridge and the underside of the head. He paid close attention to where my foreskin was attached in the crease underneath the head. I had never realized just how sensitive this tiny ridge of skin could be - the male clit. He moved his mouth down my shaft until I hit the back of his throat. He couldn't take me all the way in. Damn, I didn't care. He continued the semi-circular motion of his head and mouth. He squeezed my nuts until I was ready to scream for release. My head was thrown back in silent anguish. I wanted to cum and I never wanted this to end. I couldn't have both. He slid up and down the length of my shaft. Almost taking it all in, but never quite managing. I felt my sperm start to swell in my nuts. I felt the pressure of a gusher forming in my shaft. "I'm cumming, Bobby," I thought I had screamed, but only a whisper escaped my throat. He must have heard me. He increased the speed of his stroke, sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. I started to undulate my body, my hips moving my cock farther into his mouth. I wanted him to have it all. He gagged and I reacted by easing back on my strokes. The fire was raging in my balls. The head of steam that was building was too much to hold back. I blasted my load into his willing mouth. He gagged at the initial flood but valiantly fought back to suck it all from my swollen balls. Everything I shot into his mouth, he swallowed. Christ, he was doing a better job than I had done on his load. I continued to shoot until my ass fell back on the bed. I was drained. I was sweating. I felt fucking fantastic. Bobby licked the last of my cum from my piss slit. The slight roughness of his tongue was almost too much to take. It brought a renewed wave of ecstacy and a last shot that came from somewhere deep inside of me. It hit him between the eyes. He laughed and fell over like he had been shot. I was too weak to move. Bobby climbed back up over my chest, offering me his face. I licked my salty cum from his eyebrows and off the bridge of his nose. We snuggled together, sharing warm, soft, moist kisses. It would soon be time for my rounds again. ************************ I pulled up my pants and straightened my shirt, re-buttoning it. I proceeded on my 5:00 a.m. round. Reporting in to Jack, he reminded me that the next shift would be here in a couple of hours. He had lost all traces of his sarcasm. He sounded envious. Not wanting me to get caught so that I could fill him in on all the juicy details later. That would be a frosty day in hell. I returned to Bobby. He was peeing again. I joined him. Finished, we washed each other as I had shown him. We were both getting hard from the experience. We returned to sit next to each other on the bed. Bobby was quiet. "Hey, what's going on in there," I asked as I rapped my knuckles lightly on his head. He hesitated, trying to find the words. "I..........I wish this night would never end," he managed. "I have never felt this way with another person since I was a little boy. I am not stupid. I know that we are not meant to be together. You have helped me to see that being with another person doesn't have to hurt. You showed me that I can make another person feel good - and I can feel good doing it. So, I want to make the most of this night. Before I..........," he choked back a sob. "before I have to go back to my mother. I know they will send me back. They always do." "Not if I can help it," I almost shouted. "I will talk to everyone I can in the morning. I will talk to the counselors; I will talk to the cops; I will talk to anyone who will listen. I don't care if they find out about us. I can live with the consequences. You are NOT going back to your mother and that slimy bastard Mike." Bobby threw his arms around me and hugged me. We held each other tightly. We sat like this until Bobby pulled away. He still had something on his mind. "What is it, Bobby? Spit it out," I said. He was silent for a minute. "I don't know how to say this," "Try," I said, "I am hear to listen." "After tonight, I am pretty sure I am gay," he said. I would have argued with him but didn't want to stop him from talking about what was bothering him. "I didn't really know what gay was or what two men did with each other. You have shown me. Until tonight, the thought of my being with another boy or a man - it scared the hell out of me. I could not take that pain, again. How could I ever be with another boy - and love him - and please him. I would always be too scared. This isn't the first time I have thought about this. Sometimes, it's so bad I want............I want to kill myself." I hugged him again. We sat together in silence. "I need you to do something for me, Bill," he continued. "I will never be able to be with anyone for the rest of my life unless I do this - now. I want you to..........to do what Mike did. Only I want to feel it without the hurting. I want you..............your penis in my............in my bum. I know that you can do it without hurting me. Please Bill, I need this. I need you to do this. I may cry when it happens. But I want you in me - now." I was really scared. This was something I didn't want to face. If I hurt Bobby, it might push him over the edge into killing himself. I was shaking as I spoke. "Bobby, I want to do this. I want you to feel how two men can join together in pleasure. But I'm scared. If I hurt you, even by accident - well, I don't know whether I could go on living with that on my shoulders. You are literally putting your life in my hands - and maybe my life to. I need a few minutes to think. I will be back quickly." *************************** I stumbled from his room. I think I was crying. I leaned against the hallway wall, my head in my hands. The walkie talkie buzzed. You okay asked Jack. I told him I would get back to him in five minutes. I went to the supply area - away from the cameras. I weighed all the possibilities in my head. The only rational one was to lock Bobby's door and not go back in. But I couldn't abandon him. I would be like his mother - like everyone else in his life. I made up my mind. It was 5:20 a.m. I called Jack. I told him I was going to do my 6:00 a.m. round early. Would he cover for me? No problem. He would fuck with the tape so my next round wouldn't show up. I didn't like the "you owe me" that ended our conversation. I rushed through my round. I returned to supply and rummaged through the medicine cabinet. Thank god, there was a tube of Vaseline. I returned to Bobby's room. He was still on the bed. "O.K., I said, but you have to promise me one thing. If you feel any pain. If you want to stop. You have to say so. Don't try to tough it out. I need to know you will stop me," I said. "I will, Bill," he said, drying the tears from his eyes. I took off my shirt, my shoes and socks, my pants and my briefs. I took Bobby in my arms and pulled him onto the bed. We kissed for a long time. Was I just trying to delay what Bobby said he wanted? I allowed my hands to roam his body, eventually finding the marvellous rod that sprouted from his groin. I lowered myself down on it, tasting it. I pulled away, motioning for Bobby to move so that he was laying in the opposite direction. He got the idea and took my already swollen organ into his mouth. We shared a delicious meal together. It was damn hard to concentrate on his young dick, while he was working on mine. I wanted to bring myself as close to the edge as possible. I reasoned that the less time I spent in Bobby, the less damage I was likely to do - to his body or his mind. When I was about to lose my mind, I released him and freed myself from the grip of his young mouth. I retrieved the Vaseline from my pants pocket. I positioned him on his back. I moved his legs so that they were spread and out of the way. He placed his hands under his thighs and held himself in position. I spread a huge glob of Vaseline on my fingers. I spread it over his pink hole. I rubbed it around covering his little anus completely. I massaged the area with my finger - finally settling it on his tender entrance. I pushed ever so slowly; watching his face for a reaction. Seeing none, I pushed in farther. I slipped past the grip of his sphincter. I told him to push down like he was taking a dump. He pushed hard; allowing my finger in as far as it would go. Still no reaction - his eyes were closed. I worked my finger in and out, loosening and relaxing his muscles. Trying to get him used to something filling this small opening. After a few minutes, I replaced the one finger with two. He had a blissful look on his face. I told him to push down again and worked my two fingers in to the hilt. I started to think of who had stretched this hole before me. A wave of black anger washed over me. I tried and was able to block it out. I massaged his passage slowly and gently. I replaced two fingers with three. It was a tight fit. I figured that if I caused him any pain, it would at least be fingers that he remembered and feared - not my swollen dick. I still didn't see any reaction. I asked for a couple of big pushes and was rewarded as all three fingers disappeared inside of him. I worked them back and forth until I could all no more. It was now or never. I positioned myself at the entrance to his tunnel. I removed my fingers and quickly inserted my head into and past his sphincter. My fingers had done a good job. He was looser than I had hoped. I slid in about half way. No reaction. And I wanted one. I started to massage his ball sac. I worked my way up to the shaft of his beautiful penis. It awoke to my attentions. It wasn't long before his man-size dick was standing tall. I continued to stroke his meat and pushed farther into his insides. If there was any pain, my hand was doing a good job of distracting Bobby's mind from it. I reached the point where I could push in not farther. My balls rested against the warmth of his round cheeks. Bobby was responding. His eyes were open, although a little glazed and distant looking. I could tell he was feeling the motions of my hand and the pressure of my swollen dick deep inside of him. His breathing was faster and somewhat labored. I withdrew my cock until the head was held by his sphincter. It gripped me tightly. I pushed back in to the hilt. I detected a slight push from Bobby. He was starting to push forward to meet my cock as it entered him. I withdrew and pushed in again. This time Bobby moved a little more. A few more strokes, and his little body had set up a rocking motion - forward to meet me and away as I pulled back. This was starting to have a major affect on me. The wonderful firm grip of his tight anus surrounding me. The feel of his hard boy/man cock in my hand. I was nearing the point of detonation. Fortunately, Bobby's ragged breathing told me that he was ready to cum. What was the line from that Beatle's song - cum together, right now, over me. I was starting to feel a tightness in my balls. I stroked Bobby's dick harder and faster. As I fired my first load into his bowels, he shot a load into my hand and onto his belly and chest. We continue to match each other shot for shot. I don't know who ran out of ammo first - but I didn't really care. I slowed my motions - both in his ass and my hand sliding on his dick. Several more dribbles ran down his softening cock. I slipped from his bowels. I turned around on the bed, back to the classic 69 position - placing my cock near his mouth. I took his sticky young member and licked it clean, occasionally sucking it into my mouth and back out. He followed my lead at the other end. We were soon free of all remnants of our mutual orgasm. Well, not quite. I turned around and started licking his belly and chest. In between licks, I met his mouth with mine - sharing his boy seed. Soon there was nothing left to share. We lay side by side. I looked at my watch. Time to go. We kissed for several more minutes. No words needed to be spoken. Nothing would add to the things we had shared. I got off the bed and covered Bobby's pale, naked body. I kissed his ear - whispering goodbye at the same time. I dressed quickly and exited his cell. *************************** I was at my post by the showers when 7:00 a.m. arrived. I had no need or desire to look at the glistening young bodies. That could wait for another day. At eight, I went to my locker and changed. I made arrangements to meet with a counselor later in the day. At that meeting, I told her all the things that Bobby had said to me during the night. She said she would get in touch with the police and they would probably want to interview me. Satisfied, I went home to bed. That night I arrived at the front desk. Jack was already in position for his nights work. "He's gone," he said. "Who," I asked, not quite awake yet? "That boy, Bobby - the one you were with last night. They sent him to a foster home." "Oh, that's great," I said. "Aren't you going to miss him," asked Jack? I didn't answer. I went to my locker and changed. I headed for my first round. I stopped at Bobby's former room. I checked the wall chart. There was already another boy in the cell that Bobby had occupied a few hours ago. His name was Jason. I looked through the opening into the cell. Jason was sitting on the floor. He was crying.