MIP, Minor in Possession was the charge that brought 18-year-old Daniel Brown to the county lock up. It wasn’t even a serious charge; Daniel had been caught with a few beers. Daniel wasn’t a bad kid; he had simply pinched some of his father’s beers, and had headed towards a party.
A passing police car noticed Daniel walking down a street carrying a plastic sack. Closer inspection led to Daniel’s arrest. One officer cuffed Daniel, and patted him down while the other read him his rights. A short drive took Daniel to the country jail.
Daniel was escorted to the booking area. The 6 foot tall, 150-pound youth was fingerprinted and photographed. It went downhill for Daniel after that. He was led into another room, and ordered to strip as two officers stood observing his moves.
Few males are comfortable undressing around other males; Daniel’s face was flushed as he slowly removed his clothes. The officers ignored the stall for time, and talked to one another. Daniel’s fingers fumbled as he nervously undressed in front of the older, mature, uniformed men. Soon, all that remained was Daniel’s white briefs. Even his chest was flushed as he pulled them down and stepped out of them.
The search routine begins. Daniel was totally humiliated, as he stood naked, facing the officers. One officer barked the orders as the other investigated Daniel’s removed clothing. Daniel followed the orders, more embarrassed then he had ever been in his life. First, he opened his mouth wide, as the officer held a flashlight and looked into Daniel’s mouth. Then, he ran his fingers through his short brown hair as the officer looked on. Next, his hands held high above his head, his arm pits were inspected, nothing there, but a few wispy brown hairs.
It became more embarrassing as Daniel had to lift the tight sack containing his testicles to show the officer that nothing was taped to his scrotum. Daniel’s dick shriveled under the grown man’s causal gaze. Daniel’s hands shook as he was ordered to turn around and face the wall. He lifted his feet up, so the officer could check for possible contraband.
Yes, there was one more place for the officer to inspect, and Daniel was ordered to bend over and spread them. Daniel’s embarrassment was so great; the redness left his skin and was replaced by an ashy white tone. As he pried his slim butt cheeks apart, his shame was almost intolerable as the officer examined his butt crack.
Daniel heard the officer step away, and relief washed through him as he begins to stand up, assuming the search was completed. The officer barked another order to Daniel. Daniel bent back down, and looked over his shoulder as he resumed holding his butt cheeks apart.
Daniel’s Adams apple bobbed and his gulp was audible to the two officers as he stared behind him. Daniel watched as the officer pulled on a latex glove. Daniel turned back facing the wall as the officer applied some KY jelly onto a gloved finger. Daniel closed his eyes tightly as he steeled himself for what he considered the ultimate humiliation.
Daniel shivered as he felt the officer’s presence directly behind him. Daniel briefly felt the gloved hand brush against his naked ass, then his face screwed up in a mask of humiliation as he felt the lubed coated finger press against his sphincter. Sadness and shame filled Daniel as the officer’s finger pressed into him.
The officer had an extreme dislike for this part of his job, but he performed it, and Daniel’s shame heated up as he felt the officer’s finger probing inside his body. After it was over, a very shamed, humiliated Daniel was given his jailhouse issues. Daniel was only allowed to keep his white briefs. He dressed in what he was handed, a set of lime green medical scrubs. He was handed a pillowcase that contained his blanket, sheet, and towel.
He was offered a phone call, which he made to father. The father was very angry and hung up on Daniel. Daniel felt despair as he was escorted deeper into the jail’s bowels.
Unknown to Daniel, the jail had a basic system where they housed inmates with similar charges, misdemeanor with misdemeanor, felons with felons, Daniel’s crime was a simple misdemeanor, and he would be housed in a two man cell with someone charged with a similar crime.
Rod Stevens was bored. He had seen the inside of many lock up facilities in his 37 years. Rod was somewhat of a career criminal, but thought of himself as a scam artist. Right now, he was doing a 30-day sentence for passing 17 worthless checks. He had just gotten out of the shower, and while showering; he had noticed the dreaded appearance of the first gray hair on the dark blonde pelt covering his chest. Rod stood in front of the safety mirror in the 8-foot by 10-foot cell, searching his body for more signs of aging.
He carefully studied his face, the distorted image reflected in the steel safety mirror showed only signs of rugged good looks. In the real world, Rod shaved once, sometimes twice a day. He now looked carefully at his two-day beard growth, wondering about growing a goatee. Rod stared at his reflected image, and wondered how much longer his looks would hold. He often used his looks in some of his scams involving what he considered to be wealthy women.
He cast his eyes down, and clenched his chest and stomach muscles. He looked at his thick pectorals and his fairly flat stomach and felt satisfaction. The 5 foot 8 inch man flexed his hairy thighs and calves. He looked back into the mirror and blew himself a kiss.
Rod muttered to him, "You still got it, handsome!"
He pumped up his arm and admired his own, strong bicep. He turned as he heard the sounds outside the steel door that contained him in the small space. As the door opened, Rod stared at the tall, thin kid walking slowly into his space. Ron resisted a smile as the kid stared back, with wide brown eyes showing fear.
Rod was no longer bored.
***
Daniel moved into the cell very slowly, almost at a shuffle. It was just a few seconds, but to Daniel time seemed to have stopped. His eyes moved quickly around the small cell. As the steel door was shut behind him, he instinctively clutched the pillowcase to his chest.
As Rod watched the scene, he immediately thought of a small, frightened kid, clutching a teddy bear. The harsh, bored expression on Rod’s face was replaced by a warm, friendly smile. Rod’s handsome face had even more charm when he smiled, not many people could detect its falseness. Rod’s blue eyes took in the youth standing in front of him.
Rod looked at Daniel, and saw a cute, tall, boyish, young man. In Rod’s past, there had been a few one way blowjobs... at an adult bookstore, once or twice... in a jail cell a few times... a public bathroom... Rod could not remember how many times he had allowed his dick to be sucked, men who consider themselves straight just don’t keep track of that type of thing. However, Rod knew he had enjoyed those experiences, and felt no guilt about them. In Ron’s mind, a nut is a nut, and if it feels good, go for it.
Daniel stared back at the man before him. As Daniel looked, he thought of his soccer coach. Daniel saw the perfection of Rod’s face, and felt strange inside. Daniel’s gaze took in Rod’s chest.......... Daniel felt some strange twinge of guilt and immediately looked back up.
***
Rod moved closer to Daniel and held out his hand. Rod kept his smile and said, "Wassup?" as he grasped Daniel’s hand. Daniel held the pillowcase in one hand as he firmly matched Rod’s grip.
Rod begin the attempt at conversation again, "I’m Rod, man, guess we’re temporary roommates." Rod chuckle was as charming as his smile.
Daniel found his voice as the handshake ended. "I’m Daniel, yeah, guess we are." Daniel looked into Rod’s blue eyes. Daniel’s palm felt tingly as Rod’s hand left it. The pillowcase slipped from Daniel’s other hand and fell to the rough cement floor. As Daniel bent down to pick it up, he noticed Rod’s built, hairy chest again. He picked up his pillowcase and began to pull the jail issued items out of it.
Rod watched as Daniel bent over, the tall kid was skinny but had some wide shoulders on him, as Rod looked at Daniel’s back, he noticed how the shoulders veered down to what must be a size 27 inch waist, and the medical scrub pants grew tight around Daniel’s butt as he bent down.
Rod idly rubbed his naked chest and wondered how messy it would be to fuck another guy in the ass. As Rod was thinking about the potential nut he could have, Daniel noticed that Rod had a few hairs on his toes.
There was a few seconds of absolute silence... Daniel wondered if and when his body would fill out and grow hair... Rod was thinking about butt fucking.
As Daniel stood back up, he noticed the muscles of Rod’s legs; Daniel took in the abundance of the dark blonde hair on them. Daniel noticed the way Rod’s thick thighs bulged; he also noticed another bulge in behind the fly area of the man’s boxers.
Daniel motioned toward the top bunk and asked, "That’s mine, huh?"
Rod nodded, and answered, "Yeah." Rod was deep in thought; he prided himself on thinking ahead. At this moment, he was thinking about how Daniel could benefit him. Rod knew he needed more information about the teen.
As Daniel was making his bunk, Rod asked, "So what you in for?"
Daniel answered, "I got caught with some beer."
"No way!" Rod acted curious, "So how old are you?" Rod figured Daniel to between 17 and 19, but it was a way to begin a conversation that would fill in details.
"18," Daniel answered, almost sounding as if he was making a confession.
Rod pried for more information, "Oh, well then, your folks will be getting you out."
Daniel paused from his bed making, and shook his head, "I don’t think so, my old man was so mad, he hung up on me when I called."
Rod almost smiled as he got that tidbit of information, "Don’t sweat it, the judge will slap your hand and let you go."
"You think so?" Daniel asked.
"Sure, what are they gonna do? You had some lousy beer, you didn’t murder anyone, for Christ’s sakes," Rod replied. Rod was content in the knowledge that today was Friday; the earliest Daniel would be seeing the judge was Monday.
The bunk was now made. Daniel climbed into it, and settled down. Rod sat on his bunk, thinking about the teenager above him.
Daniel had his own thoughts; he figured Rod was right, and that he would get out. He was dreading his father’s reaction. His father would vent his anger; Daniel had no doubt about that.
Rod’s thoughts were less intense. He was allowing a few minutes to pass, and then was going to question Daniel a bit more. Rod decided to get the teen involved in a domino game and learn more about him.
***
Rod asked, "So, you know how to play dominoes?"
Soon, the two were sitting on Rod’s bunk, involved in the game. Rod continued learning about Daniel. During the game, Rod stood up and walked to the toilet. His back was turned to Daniel, but he fished his cock out of his fly and took a leak. Rod watched the shadow Daniel was casting on the cell’s back wall. Rod smirked; the kid was watching him piss.
Daniel was looking at Rod.. He felt that weird feeling again as he stared at the older male’s broad back. Daniel was in awe; even Rod’s back was muscular. Daniel felt envy, especially as he took in sight of the little tuft of hair above the waistband encasing Rod’s ass.
During the remainder of the game, Rod befriended Daniel. Rod even stooped to throwing the game and allowing Daniel to win before lights out. Rod was determined to win the game that mattered. Rod had decided!
When the jails main lights were turned off for the night, a dim light illuminated the cell. It was intended to allow the guards to do head counts. It was just enough light to allow Rod to see Daniel strip off the scrubs.
Rod viewed the body of an athletic young man. Daniel was tall and lanky, his chest was tight, his stomach even tighter. His chest hairless. As Daniel pulled off the scrub pants, Rod took in the briefs, the tight white briefs that showed the shape of the young man’s butt. Rod had never sought out homosexual sex, it had been homosexual’s seeking out Rod’s masculinity.
After viewing Daniel stripped down to briefs, that part of Rod’s life was about to change.
