Con Man - Parts 1 & 2 by Tanda2000

Part 1

I was sitting on my bunk thumbing through an old Hustler that I had rounded up when I heard the door open.

"Christ," I thought. "Here we go again. Another new fish."

When I looked up, sure enough, there was a kid standing there with a bag of crap in his arms. He looked at me and I could tell he was scared. It was a common look in here. At least, at first. It either lasted all the time or was soon replaced by the look of false bravado.

He cautiously stepped inside and I had a moment to look him over. About 24 or 25, I've never been too good with ages. He stood about 5'10" and probably weighed in at 155 lbs. or so. Hard telling. All I know that compared to me, he was skinny. He had sandy blond hair and was kinda scruffy looking. Not a bad looking guy but definitely not a candidate for Gladiator School.

"Hey," he mumbled nervously.

"Hey, yourself," I answered back and stood up.

The poor kid's eyes widened and I know my 6 foot, 200 lb. frame did nothing to relieve the fear the poor boy was feeling. I had been laying around all day in my state issue white jockey shorts and nothing else. I'd been hitting the weight pile for a long time now and my chest was cut and defined with big pecs, a six pack and my 18 inch guns looked as big as the kid's legs. I kept my head shaved and nobody, I mean nobody in here ever fucked with me. I was well known to be a mean fucker and didn't take no shit from no one.

"This 86A?", the fish asked.

"Yep," I replied. "This is home."

"Oh," was all he could get out in a rattled breath. Then he added, "I guess I'm your new cellmate."

"You gonna hold that shit all day, boy?" I stood by my bunk in my shorts with my arms folded menacingly across my chest and my legs spread defiantly. I was sporting a semi in my jockeys but thought the kid was too damn scared to notice.

"Uh, I guess not. Where can I put it?"

I nodded towards the top bunk and said, "You can stash it up there for right now. I keep a clean house here and we'll get you set up later."

"Yes, sir," he responded meekly as tossed his bag of personal belongings on the bunk. He was still wearing the state issue orange jumpsuit and the cheap plastic slippers that these assholes give you when you first get here. The orange jumpsuit. The true mark of a new fish. Fresh meat as us long timers called them.

I had been here for five years now and I knew all the ropes. I was 33 and was up to see the Board in a couple of months. Damn, I hope they'd cut me lose.

He stuck his hand out to me meekly and said, "Hi. My name's Josh."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it firmly, making him flinch. "What you in here for, Josh? You ain't some freak, I hope. I'd hate to have to kick your ass on your first night here. I don't allow no freaks to live with me."

"Oh, no," he quickly said. "I'm here on drug charges."

I let his hand go and he rubbed it gratefully against his orange jumpsuit.

"What did you say your name was?", he asked.

"I didn't," was all I said and got back on my bunk and started looking at the magazine again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him standing in the middle of the cell not knowing what the fuck to do and afraid to do anything. That's just the way I liked it. Can't let these young punks ever get the edge on you.

Without looking up, I said, "There's a drawer under the bunk you can put your shit in."

"Uh, thanks," he said.

"And, keep it in there, man. I don't ever want to come back here and find your shit layin' around."

"Yes, sir," he mumbled again.

As Josh started to unpack his new wardrobe for the next few months, I continued looking at my mag and watching him without him knowing it. I kept rubbing my crotch as he unpacked and I could tell he was doing his best to keep quiet and not look at me.

"How old are you, boy?", I asked.

"Twenty four next month."

I was grateful that he wasn't some teenage kid. I hated seeing those young boys coming in here and getting turned out and abused and then wind up being worse criminals than they were when they first got here. This system was fucked up and what they did to young boys when they brought them to places like this always pissed me off. But I thought to myself that if I could show him around, he might be all right. But I still hadn't come to any decisions about him. All I know is that I hadn't had a celly in a couple of months and, inwardly, I welcomed the company. But I'd never admit it to him. Or anyone else in this hell hole.

"They give you a shower yet, kid?"

He stood up and looked at me for the first time. His eyes went to my bulging jockey shorts. He blushed but didn't acknowledge the observation.

"Uh, no, and man, do I feel cruddy."

"They got a shower downstairs next to the Officer's Station. Go grab one. And when you get back, we can go over the rules of my house."

He suddenly became more reserved for a minute. "Uh, okay. Thanks."

He started digging around in his drawer for a minute and I watched him, noticing for the first time his smooth jaw line and the way his shaggy hair wisped around his shoulders. My dick throbbed. Damn, he was a pretty one. I'd have to fight the predators off on this one. Shit, just what I needed. More fuckin' drama.

Looking up from his drawer, he asked, "Hey, man, I'm sorry to bug you so much, but how do you go about taking a shower in here? How they gonna know I want to take one?"

I laughed. "Yeah, you're a fish alright."

He didn't know what I meant but he blushed anyway and looked down at his drawer in embarrassment.

I sat up on the edge of my bunk and let my naked leg graze his shoulder. I leaned towards in a conspiratorial way and whispered lewdly, "Well, here's how ya do it, Josh."

His big hazel eyes were all mine. This close to his face, I noticed those fine lips. Damn, if he didn't have some cock suckers on him! Too bad he didn't know it.

I continued my rhetoric. "What ya do is strip down here to your towel. Don't let the guys see you runnin' around in that freaky jumpsuit, man. That's just asking for trouble. Then you've got to holler out the door for a shower. Then they'll pop the door and you just get your happy ass down there and clean it up nice and purty."

He listened attentively. Damn, he was hot.

He hesitated. "Don't they have a changing room down there?"

"Yep," is all I said.

He looked at me blankly.

"But," I added, "It's a five man shower and it's just easier to be ready to jump in as soon as there's one open. These bastards don't wait around for anyone."

"Oh," was all he said. He knelt there on his haunches in that damned jumpsuit pondering the situation. I had the opportunity to look down the front of his open jumpsuit and saw a smooth chest. I wanted to see more. But I could tell he was nervous about getting naked in front of another man. This was going to be a problem, I could tell.

"Listen, Dude," I said. "One of the things you're gonna have to get used to around here is being butt naked around other guys, taking a piss in front of another guy and sometimes more, and you're gonna have to get used to living with me. So you might as well start now, man. Now get your fuckin' ass up and drop those clothes. Ain't no one gonna bother you in here."

Taken aback by my tone, he stood up and, looking around the cell, decided he had no options. I went back to my magazine trying to make him feel a little more comfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his every move.

He went into his drawer and retrieved his terry cloth state issue towel. Then, looking around again, he unzipped his jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor. I popped wood. This boy was fuckin' fine.

Before he could get that towel wrapped around that slim waist of his, I got a good side view of a slim young man with a nice flat stomach, nice rounded ass cheeks, smooth chest and semi-hairy legs. Slim, but well built. Nice.

"Just call out through the door," he asked?

He had the small towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed a slight bulge in front where the towel pressed against his dick.

I sat the magazine down on the bunk and gave him a full show of my hard 9-inch cock outlined in my tight white jockeys. His eyes were riveted to my crotch.

"Yep."

When he turned to face the door, I got an excellent view of a nice little butt wrapped securely in that white towel. He stuck his head in the doorjamb and called out for a shower.

The door didn't open. I chuckled.

He turned around with a pissed off look on his face. "What?"

"Don't take that tone with me, boy."

I jumped off the bunk and he cowered as I came to the door.

"Let a man show you how to do it, ya fuckin' little wimp."

I yelled out the door, "Open 86 for shower!"

The door opened.

I grinned and did a mock bow. "That's all you gotta do, youngster."

He looked sheepishly at me. "Uh, thanks."

As he headed down the tier, I got to thinking. That idiot doesn't even know where he's going or what he's walking into. Fuck, I need a shower anyway. I grabbed my towel and left the cell before they closed the door on me.

I walked down the tier in my jockeys carrying my towel by my side. My hard on had all but subsided, but as I neared the shower, I heard the commotion.

"Hey! Look, man! Fresh Fish!"

"Oh yeah, look at the shitter on that critter!"

"Yeah, Dude's sittin' on a gold mine!"

Damn, I thought. They're already on him.

When I entered the shower room, it got quiet. Josh was huddled up against the first shower nozzle closest to the entrance and there were four other cons in there leering at him while they showered. Two of the assholes were sporting wood.

They all acknowledged my presence. "Hey, Dag."

"Yeah, hey, Bro. How's it goin'?"

"Good to see you, Dag."

That's all they had to say to me. That's all they'd better say.

I nodded a greeting. "Hey," I said as I stripped off my shorts and kicked them to the corner of the changing room.

As I walked into the showers, my semi-hard 9-inch cock swung proudly between my muscled thighs. All eyes were on my proud manhood.

"Hey, Dag. You seen the new fish?"

I looked over at Josh, smiled and casually said, "Hey, Josh."

A look of disbelief filled their faces.

"Yeah, he's a purty one! I'd like to give him a piece of this!" Rowdy was in the end shower and stroking a growing cock. All the other guys in there started encouraging him, as Josh looked white and as scared as a sheep in a wolf lair.

"Get off him, assholes. He's my new celly."

"Oh, sorry, Bro. We didn't know." They were apologizing all over themselves. Rowdy's dick had all but shrunk up inside his asshole.

"Now ya know. Don't forget it."

I took the shower nozzle next to Josh and began to liberally soap up my hard, muscled body, paying special attention to my cock, stroking it and squeezing it and cupping my big full balls in my hand.

I looked over at Josh who was just standing in the shower spray, stunned. I tossed the soap to him and said, "Here, man. You need this to get clean."

He awkwardly caught the slippery bar and said, "Thanks."

While he soaped up, I took the opportunity to take a closer look at his body. Nice, real nice. Just a small patch of light brown hair between his pecs and suckable nipples. Flat abdomen with a trace of a six pack and a fine line of brown hair starting at his navel down to his crotch. He had a nice package hanging there; I'd guess about 7 inches when it got hard. I knew that he was so fuckin' scared right now that it was shrunk up. Poor little fella, I mused to myself.

I let my eyes wander over his smooth muscled body down to his thighs that were well defined and semi-hairy. Not a muscle kid, but trim and nicely shaped. I imagined those hot thighs wrapped around my waist. I felt the blood stir in my cock. I had to quit this before I got wood like the other freaks in here. Didn't wanna scare the kid. Not yet anyway.

One by one, the other guys started to filter out.

"See ya around, Dag."

"Yeah, see you, Bro."

Left alone with my new celly in the shower, he became more relaxed as we showered. He tried not to watch me stroking my cock, but there was no way of getting around it and I wasn't ashamed of letting anyone see it.

As we dried off, he said to me, "Wow, man, that was pretty impressive."

Hoping that he might be talking about my dick, I said, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, man. The way you handled those apes."

"They ain't runnin' nothin' around here but their mouths, man. It's all cool."

"I hate to keep saying this, but thanks," was all the kid said.

"Not a problem," I said. "Just don't let me down, man. Or it's on!" I put my hand on his smooth, muscled shoulder and my cock throbbed again. My grip was firm enough to let him know I meant business but friendly enough not to make him feel pressured, but I did add, "You owe me, man. And in the world you're in now, it's all about paying your dues. But I got you covered. Just don't fuck up." I let go of his shoulder. "Now let's get outta here, man."

As we headed back to the cell, we walked down the upstairs tier with me following behind him. He had his towel wrapped around his slim waist and I watched his cute little ass under his damp towel. Man, I wanted some of that! I could fall for this one real easy. He just didn't have a clue. I knew he was straight and it was hopeless, but that only got me hotter. Nothing I like better than to have a straight boy suck my cock.

Part 2

On the way back to the cell, a lot of the guys were hollerin' out there doors at the new fish, making lewd comments and threats as we passed by their cells. That is, until they saw that I was right behind him. Then they started yellin' out stuff like, "Punk, you gonna get tore up tonight!" You take him down, Dag!" Nail that purty little ass one for me, Bro!"

I just walked on ignoring all the empty catcalls. Wasn't nobody gonna fuck with my celly and they all knew it. It was just part of the initiation for a new fish. But I could tell it was really getting to the kid. He had picked up his pace, hurrying to get back to the cell and he kept his eyes to the ground. I knew he was embarrassed and scared shitless.

Once we got back into the cell, he let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Man, those guys are brutal!"

"Yeah and they mean it," I commented as I started stowing my stuff in my drawer. I only added that comment for my benefit. The more frightened he was, I knew the more cooperative he'd be with me. I was an evil guy. But lonely and horny as hell! Gotta look out for number one. And that was a nine-inch piece of swinging meat!

He looked at me as I stepped into clean jockeys. "What am I gonna do?" he almost whined.

I snapped the elastic band around my waist and adjusted my half-hard cock. "Deal with it," was all I said. "But, meanwhile, Dude, get the fuck out of that wet towel. I don't want you getting' all sick and shit on me."

"But those guys mean business, man," he said as he dug in his drawer for his clean whitey tighties. As he lowered his towel without even thinking, again, that hot young body mesmerized me.

I sat down on the edge of my bunk and watched as he pulled his jockeys up.

"Don't sweat it, man. Ain't nobody gonna fuck with you as long as I'm around."

"Wow, man. That's really cool of you. I appreciate it. I really do. I just wish there was something I could do for you, man."

I had him.

As he started pulling his jeans on. I rubbed my pecs thoughtfully and said, "Well, there is something you can do for me, kid."

Zipping up, he turned and looked at me with those big wide innocent eyes that made me melt. He watched my hand rub my muscled chest and warily asked, "Like what?"

"Well, you know, Dude. Check this out. I work out a lot and I haven't had a decent rub down for the past five years. I could sure use a good rub down after a work out. Think you could handle that?"

He hesitated. "Uh, yeah. I guess so." He was embarrassed. That got me even hotter.

"Okay, man. We'll set it up after the cop does his tier check tonight." My hand had gone down to my shorts rubbing my bulge with the promise of the night. "By the way, Dude."

He looked up. So fucking straight. So fucking innocent.

"Drop the jeans while you're in here. This is gonna be your home for the next few months and we just run around here in our shorts."

"Oh, no, that's okay. I'm comfortable."

I stood up next to him menacingly close to his face. "I said drop 'em."

He blanched. "Alright, alright, man. Whatever you say. You're the boss."

"Damn straight," I said.

I watched as he pulled the jeans down over his slim hips and over those fine thighs. He had a decent size bulge in his jockeys and I wondered if I was ever gonna see it hard. Yeah, I knew I would. Cuz' I'm the type.

I asked him, "You want some coffee?" Coffee was a big luxury in here.

"Wow! You've got coffee?"

"Yep."

"But how do you heat it up?"

"Man, you are a fish, aren't you?"

He blushed.

"I've got a stinger."

"What's a stinger?"

"You ask too many questions. It's best you just get on your bunk, punk."

Without a word, he crawled on his bunk and I got a great view of his tight firm ass climbing up the ladder to his bed. "Mmmmm," was all I said.

"What?"

"I didn't say a fuckin' word, boy."

I started putting coffee in two cups on the desk and hooked up the stinger. He watched from his bunk in fascination. As I worked, I told him, "And, you know something else, kid? When a guy comes in here all new and shit like you; you need to be addressing me as "Sir." It's a respect thing. And in here that's all we got. Other than your word."

He stumbled for something to say. "Uh...okay."

I looked at him straight in the eye.

"Sir," he added.

"That's more like it, fish."

I handed him his coffee and he sat up and drank it greedily. I sat on the edge of the desk and watched him carefully.

As it happens when two guys are forced to live together in a small space, we talked and I got to know a little about him. He had a girl. Damn, I knew he was straight. At least, he had a girl. When he got busted for selling weed, she dumped him and split. Bitch. But he had another one lined up for when he got out, he said. Yeah, yeah, I thought to myself. I've heard so many war stories in here that it could make my head spin. I just nodded and said, "Yeah, sounds good, Dude."

I had to take a leak. I went to the toilet and pulled my dick out and started pissing right in front of him. He didn't want to look and I could tell he was embarrassed because he rolled over and turned away.

When I flushed, I asked him, "You gotta go? Anytime, just do it, man."

He stammered. "Yeah, like I gotta pee real bad, but thought I'd wait until you left."

I laughed. "You lame fuckin' duck! I ain't goin' nowhere, man. In case you've forgotten, the damned door's locked!"

He turned red.

"Get down here and piss, man. I ain't gonna bite."

He gingerly crawled down from the bed. He stood in front of the toilet and I watched from the desk, enjoying the sight of his tight little buns in his shorts. He stood there for a long time without nothing happening. He had stage fright.

Behind him, I said real softly, "Man, you're gonna have to get used to pissing in front of other men. It's part of the routine. Just take your mind off it and let it flow."

He mumbled, "Yes, sir."

A few more minutes passed and finally I heard the feeble attempt at piss hitting the toilet water. He sighed. Then a heavier flow came from the piss scared boy.

As he tucked his dick back into his shorts, I asked, "Now don't that feel better?"

"Yeah, I mean, yes sir, it does."

"You might as well get back on your bunk until the cop comes by. They'll have lights out as soon as he goes by. Until then, kick back and relax. I'm looking forward to a good rub down, man. It's been too many years."

I laid down on my bunk in anticipation of the night. Finally we saw the cop go by doing his count and after he had passed our door, I got up and spread a blanket down on the floor. I threw my pillow on the floor and laid down in my shorts.

Suddenly, without warning, the lights went out. The unit was dead quiet tonight. I lay there on the floor in the pitch black darkness until my eyes got adjusted to the dim security lights.

When I could see in the dark, I stood up and pulled my jockeys down and tossed them on my bunk. I was eye level with his bunk and I could see him lying there in the dark wide eyed nervous and staring at the ceiling.

I got back down on the floor and asked, "Well, you gonna do this, or what, man?

"Uh...yeah, I guess," he mumbled nervously.

"Yeah, you guess what, punk?"

"Sir," he added.

I grinned in the darkness as I watched him carefully climb down the ladder. My meaty cock was lying on my muscular thigh and starting to swell at the sight of his lean body. He stood up by me and asked, "What should I do?

"Well," I answered with my arms behind my head; "You might want to get down on your knees next to me so you can start."

"Oh, um, okay."

I watched him in the dim light and saw his face grimace when he saw that I was naked. He tried not to look at my dick lying on my thigh.

"Where should I start?"

I lowered my massive arms. My hand grazed his smooth thigh. He flinched but didn't move.

"I guess you'd better start at the beginning. Start working on my neck and shoulders."

"Yes sir." He crawled up closer to my head and, leaning over me, started rubbing the taut muscles in my neck. Man, it felt so damn good. It had been so long.

As his hands worked the soothing magic on my buffed up tight muscles, he let his hands go down to my broad shoulders and knead the hard flesh there. He was beginning to become relaxed with it and I let my hand rest on his thigh. He didn't acknowledge it but didn't pull away either.

As he worked on my cut pecs, he softly asked, "Why do they call you Dag?"

I grinned. "It's short for Dagger. That's my handle in here."

"Oh," was all he said. His hands worked lower to my six pack. I was starting to get hard. He kept rubbing the oil into my skin and working the sore muscles.

Then he had to ask, "Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why do they call you Dagger?"

I let my hand leave his thigh. "Mostly 'cuz of this," I said and grabbed my growing shaft.

"Oh," he muttered. He was embarrassed. It was a real turn on.

"Work my hips and thighs, man."

He didn't say a word but his hands traveled down to my hips and started rubbing them. Then his hands went to my thighs. He was starting to breathe heavily from the exertion. I was hard. He didn't quite know how to deal with my hard cock that was directly in his path to massage my thighs.

He did his best to work around the throbbing manhood. In fact, he even had the nerve (which surprised me) to gingerly pick it up with two fingers and move it up on my hard belly to get it out of his way.

I grinned to myself in the dark and made it go back down between my legs. It grazed his hand. He jumped but continued his work. I kept bouncing it against his hands as he worked and leaving some precum on his hands. As he worked his way lower down my legs to my calves, I looked down and was blown away to see that he had some activity going on down in his own shorts.

"Sorry about the wood, little fish. I haven't had any pussy for five years either."

"Wow, I couldn't imagine that," he said. "How do you handle it?"

I just shrugged and said, "Jerk off a lot. You'll understand soon enough."

I boldly reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was half-hard.

"See what I mean, man?" I squeezed it. He moaned.

But that was all. He kept working his hands back up my legs, rubbing and massaging the muscles until he was back at my crotch, ignoring my wandering hand that had him hard now.

When he reached my crotch, I whispered, "Touch it."

"I...I... I never did that before."

"You're in prison now, fish. Do it."

He reached up and carefully wrapped his fist around my huge throbbing nine-inch shaft. I groaned with pleasure.

"Now, stroke it, fish."

He started slow strokes up and down and while he was doing that, I worked his hard cock out of the opening of his shorts and rubbing my finger and thumb across his head that was already leaking precum. This boy was a faggot just waiting to happen.

As his stroking tempo increased, I let my hand wander over his smooth back and down to his jockey covered ass and then on to his thigh. He was so smooth and so hot. And the boy knew how to stroke a dick.

"Yeah, man," I quietly groaned. "That feels so damned good. It's been so long."

Encouraged by my words, his stroking became faster and more intense.

"Hold it up and squeeze it, fish," I instructed quietly.

He held up my nine-inch shaft and squeezed it until the big mushroomed head oozed a pearl of hot man precum.

I let my hand wander up his back to the back of his neck. With my hand on the back of his sandy covered head, I pushed him towards my waiting, aching cock.

"Suck it, punk," I whispered. "Suck it."

He was hot and didn't need anymore persuasion. He bent his head low and I felt his sizzling hot tongue swipe tentatively across the head of my throbbing dick. It ballooned up demanding more.

"Wrap your lips around it," I whispered.

Obediently, he opened his mouth and wrapped those sweet lips around the mushroomed head of my swollen cock. I reached down between his legs and found a still hard cock and began stroking it with long deliberate strokes. This guy was hot and horny and then I realized that he probably sat three months in the county and hadn't had access to any of his pussy in all that time. He was hot and leaking precum like crazy as he licked and sucked my cock. He was really enjoying it and was beginning to really get into it.

It wasn't long before he started taking more of my manhood into his hot, wet mouth and I let my hips gently push up to meet his lips going deeper into his mouth. I felt I was going to cum soon so I pulled his head off of my hot cock and said, "Slow down, baby boy, slow down. I want this to last for awhile."

He knelt beside me breathing heavily as I continued to stroke his hard 7-inch cock. I slid my thumb under his waistband and pulled his shorts down around his hips, leaving him half-naked with his hard dick sticking out above his shorts.

I then put my hand to the back of his neck and gently led him down to meet my face. I was going to kiss this pretty man. And he was going to like it.

I could feel a little resistance as his face got closer and closer to mine. But I applied more pressure and he soon gave into his deeper wants and our lips met. Tenderly. I kissed him lightly on those hot sweet lips. He didn't back away. Still holding the back of his neck, my probing tongue parted his lips and invaded his hot mouth. At first, surprise registered, then complete acceptance and he allowed me to kiss him deeply and, it wasn't long before his tongue was also exploring my mouth in a passionate kiss.

He was so hot and sweet and I kept jerking his hard cock as we kissed while my rigid manhood throbbed crazily on my hard abs, leaving a trail of precum. As we got more and more involved in our kiss of lust, I let my hand wander down to his sweet little ass and begin to caress the firm flesh just below his shorts. He moaned in my mouth and before either one of us shot a load; I pulled back and said, "Damn, baby boy. You're a hot one. But I'm not ready for this to end yet. I still have other things we gotta be doin'.

"Yes sir," he breathed as his cock throbbed in my fist.

But suddenly, he began moaning loudly. I jumped up and straddled him quickly and threw him on the floor on his back. He was taken by surprise but didn't fight it as my mouth found his cock and began to suck him in earnest. I wanted this boy's sweet man juice in my mouth and I sucked him viscously as he began bucking his slim hips into my greedy mouth.

As he started to fuck my face, I reached my hands under his firm rump and parted his sweet cheeks and begin to rub my finger in his tight virgin hole. He moaned loudly and, before I could make any more headway, he shot his sweet load in my mouth. I sucked him dry as my finger inched its way into his tight virgin hole. As I straddled my new celly with his hard dick in my mouth, my cock dribbled its precum between his spread out legs.

My hard cock was primed and ready for a good fucking.

To be continued ...