Jamey looked across the table tentatively. The other boy, Jesse, looked away. Had he been looking at him? The thought filled Jamey with a warmth he found confusing but exciting. He poked at his food, but after so long eating Trump brand steak and caviar, he might as well be eating cat food.
The prison clothing was itchy. His delicate skin was so accustomed to brand name clothing and silk sheets that it felt as though it were chafing. He had to get it off of him. Jmey glanced toward Jesse again. The other boy smiled--just a slight upturning his lips. Jamey felt unbearably hot.
He dumped his tray, for a moment, feeling almost as though he were back in his high school cafeteria.
He left the mess hall, wandering back to his cell to contemplate his future. He had barely sat down when Jesse rounded the corner.
"Hey," Jesse said.
Jamey blushed. "Hey."
"I was thinking... I mean, I notice you around." He stepped into the cell. "And anyway, I figure, we're here."
Jamey looked up at him, thoughts running through his head like wolves under the moon. "We're alone."
"Yeah."
Words were hardly necessary. Jesse kissed him, first chaste--a church kiss. He started to pull back, but Jamey grabbed his shirt in both fists, yanking him back toward his aching lips. They tasted one another. Jamey's boner chafed at the constraints of his pants. Jesse clutched Jamey's back, his big hand sliding down lower, curving over his tight ass, pressing him against himself. His other hand dug into the waistband, under the prison underwear. Jamey gasped against his lips, his hands roaming over the other's chiseled chest. He lifted his shirt to expose the taught belly, running his hands along the smooth skin. Their clothing fell discarded and unwanted on the floor, their dicks dribbling with need.
Jesse reached between Jamey's legs, his hand so big he almost eclipsed Jamey's cock. He rubbed against him, breathing hard against his mouth, their naked bodies sweating against each other. Losing his fear to his desire, Jamey grabbed Jesse's cock. It was so different than his own--thicker, longer, darker. He moaned at what the other boy was doing to him. It felt so good.
A chorus of angels sang in his ear. "Hallelujah," he gasped, coming into the other's big hand. He kissed Jesse's nipples, his naval, stuffing the big cock into the dark, wet cavern of his mouth. He drooled over it, taking him in deeper. His eyes watered. He gagged. Jesse shuddered and seemed to spasm around him, coating his mouth and throat in hot, salty desire fulfilled.
Maybe prison wouldn't be so bad after all.
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