Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2001 19:39:53 EST
From: Lckr069@aol.com
Subject: Juvenile Detention

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual contact between males. The
normal legal disclaimer applies. If you're not old enough, if it's not legal
in your area, or if you're offended read no further.

I am a bisexual man, in my late forties. That's really all you need to know
about me. Because this story isn't about me. It's about an encounter I
witnessed. This story is true, as are most of my stories. I call it:

Juvenile Detention:
Several years ago I worked at a Juvenile Detention facility. My official job
title was, In House Counselor, but we were actually nothing more than guards,
or glorified babysitters. It was a small, county run, facility. We
temporarily housed young offenders, primarily aged 13 to 16 years, waiting to
go to court or for transport to a larger, State, facility. We worked very
closely with the police and juvenile probation depts. and the juvenile court.

The facility had a total of 24 beds. There were 6 two man rooms (or cells),
and 2 that had six beds each. These two rooms were called Daylight rooms,
because they were the only ones that had windows where the daylight could
shine through.

On this particular occasion I was working the night shift. I was working
alone since my partner had called in sick. Besides, all of the kids were in
bed & asleep when I came in, and when I left. At least they were supposed to
be asleep.

At about 4:45am, I decided to make a round and check on the rooms. Each of
the two man cells had a small light in one upper corner that stayed on all
the time. This allowed us to see any activity going on in the room. As I
passed each of the two man cells everything seemed to be in order. As I
approached one of the Daylight rooms I thought I heard a faint noise.

I slowly approached the door, taking care not to make any sound. I looked
through the small window in the door. The sun was just beginning to rise and
shone enough light into the room for me to see clearly. Each bed in the room
was arranged so that it could be plainly visible from the door without having
to open it.

There were only two boys in the room. Mike was 16 and pretty good sized for
his age. He stood about 6' tall and weighed in at about 180lbs. He had sandy
blonde hair and a very well built body. Daryl was 14 and slightly smaller, at
about 5'8" tall and approx. 145lbs on a slim frame. His hair was fire red and
he had a face full of freckles. Overall, he was a pretty good looking kid.

Both boys were lying on the same bed, and they were both naked! Daryl was
lying face down on his stomach. Mike was lying, face down, flat on Daryl's
back. They were both facing toward the door, almost directly in front of me.
They were totally oblivious to my presence.

Mike had his arms wrapped under and around Daryl's armpits, and his face
buried in the back of Daryl's neck. His cute white bubble butt was moving
rapidly up and down on top of Daryl's naked butt. I didn't need to see the
whole picture to know that Mike was slamming his hard boy cock in and out of
his bed partner's asshole. Daryl's face was contorted and his mouth was open.
At first I wasn't sure if he was in pain, or sheer ecstasy.

I soon found out, as I heard Daryl whisper hoarsely, "Yea, Mike, fuck me!
Fuck my ass good and hard! Shove that fat cock up my butt!" That removed any
question in my mind as to whether or not I was witnessing a rape. I heard
Mike whisper sharply, "shut the fuck up, bitch! You wanna wake the whole
fuckin place up?!" as he continued to pump his dick in and out of Daryl's
apparently willing ass.

The whole scene was making my own cock hard as a rock in my pants. I knew I
should break them up. There was a strict policy against this sort of thing.
But I was mesmerized as I stood there and watched these two young boys
fucking like rabbits.

Under other circumstances I might've joined them. But my job, my career, and
my reputation were worth a lot more than a quick piece of ass from a minor
boy. Not to mention my home life and freedom. You see, for obvious reasons, I
keep my sexual orientation a very closely guarded secret.

So, anyway, I just stood there silently and watched as the one boy jabbed his
rock hard young dick in and out of the others boy's willing butthole. And, I
listened as the younger of the two moaned his approval and appreciation for
the thorough ass fucking he was receiving.

Soon I could hear Mike begin to moan softly. His butt was moving up and down
faster, and he was slamming his dick in and out of Daryl's ass harder and
harder. I could even hear his hips softly slapping against Daryl's butt
cheeks. I could hear Daryl moaning, even through the pillow he had his face
buried in. His ass was pressing upward to meet Mike's every inward thrust.

Suddenly Mike rammed his dick to the hilt into Daryl's hungry butthole and
stopped all movement as he held it there. I could hear him softly whimper,
"cumming, oh God, I'm cumming!!" Daryl's body was jerking underneath Mike,
and he was moaning into the pillow. I knew that, he too, was shooting his wad
into the sheets he was being pressed into by Mike's weight on his back. That
whole scene almost put me over the
edge!

Both boys were lying there, breathing heavily, Mike still on Daryl's back, as
I silently walked away. My own dick was rock hard in my pants. I knew I had
to go to the counselor's bathroom and relieve the pressure that had built up
in my balls, before the day shift arrived.

I've never told anyone about that incident. I never let on to those two boys
that I had witnessed their encounter. But I've jacked off many times to the
memory of it. And, have wondered what might have happened if the
circumstances had been different.


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