FRESH FISH
By Tanda Original copyright 2001
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 alright. 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 mag 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 door jamb 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 whimp."
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 up 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 feller, 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.