Jailer’s Bait
I was working lockup the night they brought in
this sweet looking, baby-faced kid.
At first I thought the arresting
officer had made a mistake. Then I looked at the
report, and the kid’s ID. Public intoxication, blaa,
blaa, blaa, Jeremy Duncan, blaa,
blaa, blaa, eighteen. No mistake. He
was in the right place.
I took the kid back to pat
him down before putting him in a
cell. He had the narrowest waist and the roundest ass
I’d ever seen on a man. I was getting excited
running my hands over his firm, tight
body. Most guys in his position were
scared as hell, but this kid was cool as ice. I guess
he’d had enough to drink to make him at ease
with his situation. I
reached around and patted down his chest, felt around
his waist again for good measure, and copped a
good feel of his sizable hard jewels.
This kid was hot in more ways than
one. He had an itch between his long, slim legs that was
just dying to be scratched.
When I’d finished, Jeremy
turned and smiled impishly. “That was
nice,” he said. “When do I get to play with
yours?” His sexy blue eyes dropped to scope out the
crotch bulge in my uniform.
I’ve been a cop for ten years. In that time I’d had
to deal with my fair share of wise
guys, but seldom were they as
adorable as Jeremy. Just the thought of being touched by
his long, smooth fingers made me feel
warm inside. I would liked nothing
better than to have pulled down his pants and fuck
his pert, little ass. Having my thick, eight-inch
dong stretching his tight rosy pucker
would sure be one way of wiping that
smirk off his face.
“You want to call anyone?” I
asked.
“Fuck no,” said Jeremy. “I want to
party.”
“Sorry kid, the party’s over.”
Before I realized what was happening his hand was
rubbing my dick through my pants. “It doesn’t
have to be, Chief.”
“The name is Officer McDougal,” I said, pushing away
his hand. “And I’m afraid it
does.”
I considered throwing his cute ass in the
drunk tank, but some of those guys
would have eaten him alive. I put him
in a cell by himself. It was the only way I could be
sure he wouldn’t wind up being some pervert’s
main squeeze for the night.
“Oh, come on, officer Doogie, lighten up. What’s the
matter? I thought you liked me. You sure took
your sweet time rubbing my tight,
young ass. I kind of liked it too. It
was giving me a boner.” He started unfastening his pants.
“You wanna see?” This kid was
tying my guts in knots and turning my balls
blue! Hell yes! I wanted to see his cock. I wanted
to devour his entire, fucking body,
but this was neither the time, nor
the place.
“That’s all right, kid. I’ll take your
word for it.”
“Why do you keep calling me a
kid?” He shouted belligerently.
“Everybody’s always treating me like a kid.
I’m not a kid! I’m old enough to do a lot of things, and
I’d like to do some of them with you,
Doogie.”
“God, give me strength,” I whispered,
closing and locking his cell
door.
The next morning as some of our guests were
checking out of their suites, Jeremy
came up to my desk and stood looking
quite humble.
“Officer McDougal,” he said
softly. “I think I owe you an
apology. Last night I said some things that, well….I
shouldn’t have.” “Don’t worry
about it. Sometimes we say things we don’t
mean.”
“No,” said Jeremy, turning to walk
away. “I said I was sorry for saying
those things. I didn’t say I didn’t mean
them.”
I didn’t know what the hell to
say. He seemed to be completely
sincere in his confession.
“Hey, wait,” I called out
to him. He stopped and turned around.
“I’ll be finished here in another ten minutes, if
you want to have some breakfast and talk?”
Jeremy’s face lit up like a fourth of July sparkler.
“I’d like that,” he said. “I really
would.”
I took Jeremy to my apartment. Sitting
down at the table to a couple of
plates of scrambled eggs, we ate in
silence. The tension was so thick you could have cut it
with a knife. Jeremy
was the one who finally broke the ice. “I wanted
to apologize because you seem like a nice guy. I
shouldn’t have put you on the spot
like that.”
After the way he had behaved last night I
was a little amused to see was now
blushing. “What made you think I was
interest in you?” I asked out of curiosity. Jeremy
shrugged his narrow shoulders. “The way you
touched me when you were patting me down. The way your
hands seemed to linger here and
there. That, and some wishful
thinking on my part, I suppose. Was I wrong?” I
leaned over the table to kiss him full on the mouth.
His soft ruby lips parted and his hot tongue
slithered into my mouth. “You weren’t
wrong,” I admitted, my mouth still
pressed against his. “I wanted you then as much as I want
you now.” Jeremy stood up and we became
entwined in a long passionate
embrace.
“Do you think I could take a shower?” he
asked. “I feel kind of grubby after
spending a night in your jail.” I ran my fingers
through his soft locks of hair.
“Sure,” I said, hating the thought of letting him go.
“Maybe you wouldn’t mind a little
company to wash your back?” “I think I’d
like that,” said Jeremy. “But there’s no
reason for you to stop there. I’ve got some other body
parts that are a whole lot more
interesting.”
This kid sure knew hot to yank my
chain. He hadn’t laid a hand on me
and my cock was already so hard, my balls so
swollen, it made the short jaunt to the bathroom seem
more like ten miles of rough
road.
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, toying with
the temperature of the water so that
it was just right, I watched Jeremy
slowly take off his cloths. God, he was amazing. His
smooth, creamy-white skin was utterly
tantalizing. His youthful build so
boyish, yet devilishly masculine. His big,
thick cock was so impressive, and hard with its wicked,
manly desire, it actually appeared to
vibrate. The sight of him alone had
me teetering on the edge of lustful insanity. I
stood up and begun unbuttoning my shirt. Jeremy
reached out taking my hands in his. “Please,” he said.
“Let me do that.” Jeremy was clearly
in complete control. I was putty in
his capable hands as he stripped off my cloths.
Together we stepped into the shower and let the warm
spray wash over us as we came together. His
delicate mouth was soft, sweet and
pink. I felt his wet hands gliding down
my back, coming to a halt on my hairy cheeks. What was
it about this kid? I was virtually
powerless in any attempt to resist
his erotic charms. Everything he did, every move he
made, every gesture, seemed so perfect, so erotically
hot.
