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Chapter 1

Joe was scared shitless.

He'd never been to prison before. Hell, he'd never even been in trouble before. He was always a good boy growing up, the teacher's pet desperate to please.

As the prison guard walked Joe down the halls to his new cell, Joe had to remind himself yet again that this was really happening.

Everything had been going so well for him. He was 20 years old, in his second year of college, and living in Los Angeles, the city of his dreams.

Until the night he decided to have a few drinks with friends before getting behind the wheel of a car. Joe wasn't even a serious drinker, but his night of throwing caution to the wind resulted in him causing a major car accident and seriously injuring an old man.

Joe's entire body still panged with guilt every time he remembered waking up in the car. The firefighters pulling him out, the paramedic giving oxygen to the old man...

Joe had thought for a few devastating hours that he'd killed him. Luckily the man had survived, and had since recovered almost entirely.

Still, the judge was inclined to make an example out of an u******e drunk driver and slapped him with one year in jail.

"How am I going to survive an entire year in prison?" Joe thought as the guard led him past a row of cells filled with inmates who looked progressively more angry as they went along. Joe needed to find somebody to protect him, and fast.

Joe was gay, having come out in his early teens, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to selling off his body to the highest bidder. Still, he knew he wouldn't make it a week without someone looking out for him.

When they brought him to his cell, his new roommate Derek was sitting on the top bunk, reading.

Joe stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him. He couldn't tell if he'd won the lottery or if he was about to be torn limb from limb.

Derek was the largest, most imposing man he'd ever seen.

Joe wasn't that small of a guy at 5'6", but compared to Derek, he was a c***d. Derek stood tall at what had to be at least 6'6".

Although Derek couldn't have been older than forty, his hair was prematurely gray, making him look considerably more mature. Derek's beard was closely cropped, defining his jutting jaw and nicely complementing the dense muscle packed onto his hulking body.

Joe wasn't nearly as muscular as Derek, but he wasn't exactly a twink, either. His arms and chest had a bit of a pump from working out, but his real asset was his round, tight butt. Hours of squats in the gym had given him incredibly sexy legs, and he was quite used to receiving compliments about them from men and women alike.

Now, however, Joe was shaking in his prison flip flops at the thought of what Derek would do next.

Would he hurt him? Hug him? Fuck him? Joe barely dared to hope.

Derek stuck out his hand. "Hi," he said. "I'm Derek."

Joe took his hand and shook it shyly, forcing himself to look Derek in the eye.

"Hi Derek. I'm Joe."

Derek felt a strange sensation in his stomach as he shook Joe's hand.

Was he nervous? No, that was ridiculous. He was a full foot taller than this boy, and the k** hardly seemed like a threat.

Was it butterflies? Why would he feel butterflies for another guy?

Derek continued shaking Joe's hand, looking him in the eye as he tried to figure him out.

Joe's skin was soft and pale. Derek wondered what he smelled like. Something about Joe's curly brown hair and freckles made Derek want to pull the little man in closer and breathe in his scent.

He dropped Joe's hand.

"Welcome to jail," he said, climbing back on his bed. He returned to his book, trying to shake off the ludicrous thoughts he was having.

Joe looked around the cell. His heart sank at the posters of naked women lining the walls. He'd hoped that perhaps Derek would be gay. That would certainly make things a whole lot easier.

Nevertheless, prison was prison, and Joe needed to find someone to protect him if he wanted to survive. Derek seemed like the most likely candidate.

Plus, despite the fear and danger he felt being around Derek (or perhaps because of it), Joe was up for a challenge.

It was simple, really—all he had to do was seduce Derek. But how could he do it without getting the shit beat out of him?

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Joe's transition to prison was about as rough as could be expected. He missed his friends, he missed good food and comfort food and shitty diner food, and he missed his freedom.

Plus, some of the scarier guys in there were beginning to give him looks that he did not like. It started out innocent enough with kissy faces and tongues sticking out, but pretty soon it progressed into crotch grabbing and vulgarities.

Joe tried to stick close to Derek whenever possible, but Derek seemed oblivious to Joe's fear.

Derek just chatted with him like he was a friend, not knowing that all the while Joe was working out a plan in his head to seduce Derek and ensure his protection. Derek asked him about his life, about what he was studying at school, his friends, and his family. He also spoke to Joe at length about his own life.

Despite his ever growing concern for his own safety, Joe actually found Derek to be incredibly interesting. As the son of a tech mogul, Derek had grown up with loads of money, but he'd decided to make his own way in life. He worked as a marine biologist, which may not have been the most lucrative career, but it was what made Derek happy.

Joe admired Derek's intelligence and his passion for the environment and aquatic life. It made him feel guilty for wanting to fuck him and use him as a tool for protection.

Still, with every passing day, the looks got more and more leering. Men would pull out their dicks and lick their lips when Joe walked past. The things they'd shout at him as he walked away made his ears turn red.

So he came up with a plan to seduce Derek. First, he needed to buy something from the outside and get it brought in. Inmates weren't allowed outside clothes, but guards generally looked the other way when it came to undergarments. Joe's sister was puzzled by his request, but she complied nonetheless.

Now all he had to do was set the plan in motion.

As they got ready for bed one night, Derek stood brushing his teeth in the mirror. He had taken off his jumpsuit and t-shirt, standing there in just his standard issue prison boxers.

While Derek's back was turned, Joe took off his own shirt and climbed out of his bed. Joe was delighted that the prison food has chiseled away some of his body fat to show off his abs.

Next came off his pants, but instead of the prison boxers, Joe was wearing a pair of tight white briefs.

He knew how incredible his ass looked in those tighty whiteys, and his bulge was pretty impressive too. He coughed, trying to subtly get Derek's attention, but Derek was still brushing away.

Derek had had a long day. He'd heard rumor that some of the other inmates were vying to take advantage of his cellmate, and he was concerned. There was even a bet going around about who would be the first to fuck him. Derek had done what he could to threaten and intimidate, and thus far it had seemed to keep the worst of them at bay.

Still, he worried for the little guy. How would he make it in here?

Joe was so delicate. Those brown curls and freckles made him like catnip to every guy in the prison. If Derek were gay, he'd be having all sorts of nasty thoughts running through his head.

Thank god he was straight. For Joe's sake, at least.

Derek finished brushing his teeth and turned to climb into bed when he saw Joe.

The first thing he noticed was Joe's ass, on perfect display. It was hugged by a pair of tight white briefs that made his thighs look sexy and muscular.

The second thing Derek noticed was the feeling of his own cock stirring, which surprised him.

A thought came to him of himself ripping those briefs off of Joe, grabbing that hair to pull Joe's head back, and diving his tongue into Joe's mouth. He imagined his wriggling fingers entering Joe's hole as Joe squealed and turned to jelly in front of him.

"Like what you see?" asked Joe nervously.

Derek snapped out of his fantasy.

"Uh... what?"

Derek tried to subtly adjust his crotch. Did Joe know what he'd been thinking? He wasn't gay—why was he having these thoughts?

And why did Joe's bulge entice him rather than turn him off?

Joe walked over to Derek slowly and seductively. He was trying his best to seem coy, but he was so nervous that he pulled it off more authentically than he realized.

Joe stopped close to Derek as Derek leaned back against the wall, praying that his boxers would keep his quickly growing cock out of sight.

"You know you can fuck me if you want to," Joe said softly.

He turned profile, showing off his incredible ass to Derek. Derek's breath caught in his throat.

"If you protect me," Joe continued.

Derek immediately went flaccid.

What the fuck? What was Joe trying to do?

"That's the deal," Joe said. "You can fuck me, but you have to protect me from the other guys."

Derek's face dropped into a look of disdain. Joe took a step back uncertainly.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked Derek.

He got right up in Joe's face, his own face inches from Joe's.

Joe gulped. This was not how he wanted things to go.

"I just thought-"

"You just thought you'd what? Trick me into fucking you?"

"No, I just-"

"Make me think you were my friend? So that you could manipulate me into protecting you?" Derek continued angrily.

Derek was steaming. How shallow did Joe think he was?

Joe was starting to worry that he might actually hurt him.

"I'm sorry, just forget it," Joe said, turning away.

Derek grabbed him and turned him back.

"I'm not an idiot. And I'm not a faggot, either."

Derek spit the word out with such venom that Joe wanted to cry.

Joe hated hearing that word. After all the years he'd been bullied when he was younger, it was an instant trigger for him. His fear turned to rage as he puffed his chest up to try and intimidate Derek.

"Don't you ever call me that," Joe said, snarling. "I don't give a fuck where we are or how much you can beat the shit out of me. You never use that word, do you understand me?"

Joe was so angry he was willing to take whatever beating Derek dished out. Sadly for Joe, the sight of him standing naked and puffed up in his tiny briefs made him more amusing than imposing. Even despite all of Derek's rage, he had to fight the urge to laugh at this tiny naked man.

Derek was still pissed, but he knew he shouldn't have called Joe a faggot. Derek wasn't gay, but he wasn't a homophobe either. His best friend growing up had been gay. The word was just the only way he knew to strike back at this man. He knew he couldn't hurt Joe even if he wanted to.

Derek pushed past Joe and climbed onto the top bunk.

"Better learn to fend for your fucking self," he said as he laid down facing the wall.

Derek felt like a sullen teenager. He'd been so thrilled to be assigned with Joe. Unlike his last cellmate, Joe was actually interested in talking about things like film and art. More than anything he was upset at having lost what he considered his only real friend in this place.

Joe stood there in his tighty whiteys, suddenly feeling ridiculous.

What had he been thinking? Of course he couldn't seduce a straight man. He was hideous. He was worse than hideous—he was reprehensible. Derek was right, he had manipulated him and tried to use his friendship for personal gain.

Joe laid down on the bottom bunk, trying to stifle his cries. He felt like such a fool.

Derek laid on the top bunk, feeling equally foolish. He could hear Joe sniffling on the bottom bunk. He fought the urge to comfort him.

"You could have just asked me," Derek said quietly. "I would have looked out for you."

Joe didn't respond. He was too ashamed.

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The next few weeks got even worse for Joe. Not only did the jeers and the comments from other inmates get even worse, but he didn't even have anyone to talk to about the things he was feeling. Derek hadn't spoken to him since the incident, and frankly he didn't blame him.

Joe knew he'd have to figure out something soon if he wanted to stay alive.

It wasn't that Joe didn't find the attention flattering. I mean, who hasn't thought about fucking some hot gangbangers? Joe used to jack off all the time out in the real world daydreaming about being violated by a group of horny guys.

But he knew the actual thing would not be quite so pleasant. Joe didn't think that any of them cared about the concept of consent, and he was pretty sure his asshole would never be the same once he'd become the prison whore. He shuddered to think about it. He'd have to come up with a plan and come up with one fast.

Joe wasn't fast enough, however.

Later one afternoon, a week after his failed seduction with Derek, he was hanging out in the library reading alone.

Joe was rereading East of Eden, needing the comfort and familiarity of his favorite book to give him some measure of control in a place like this.

"Hey pretty boy."

A chill went down Joe's spine as he turned to see a guy covered head to toe in tattoos.

"I'm Brian," the inmate said, grinning. He was missing several of his teeth, which added to the terror Joe felt. It was so obvious what was about to happen.

"Hi, sorry, I've got to get going," Joe said as he stood up to leave.

"You're not going anywhere, pretty boy."

Brian put a hand against Joe's shoulder and shoved him down roughly. He started to massage Joe's shoulder, pressing painfully into Joe's skin.

"You ever had an uncut cock before? Cause I tell you, I take one look at you and I'm just aching to fuck your tight little cunt."

Joe silently prayed for someone, anyone to come along.

"Nobody's coming, faggot," Brian said as he brushed back Joe's curls. "I bribed the guard to give me an hour alone in here so we could get to know each other."

Brian shoved Joe onto the ground and grabbed his hair, pulling back his head roughly.

"Let me get a look at that pretty boy face."

Brian stared into Joe's eyes, giving Joe a look of hunger that absolutely terrified him. He punched Joe in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

"I'm gonna destroy your hole, faggot."

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"What do you mean the library is closed? What for?"

Derek stood impatiently as the guard's hand gripped his nightstick tightly. The guard was one of the meaner ones, an imposing man with a crew cut who seemed like he drowned puppies for fun in his spare time.

"None of your fucking business, faggot. Get lost."

"God, no wonder Joe hated that word so much," Derek thought as he walked away.

He found himself wishing for the thousandth time that day that there was a way he could beat the shit out of a prison guard and not get thrown in solitary for a month.

Derek stopped short just before he turned the corner. Had he heard something?

There it was again! A high pitched yelp. It sounded like someone in distress.

"Do you hear that?" he asked the guard.

"I said, get fucking lost, inmate!"

Derek kept walking back to his cell, hoping that whoever it was would be okay. He settled into his top bunk, wishing he'd had a new book to sink into.

Although what he really wanted was to talk to Joe. His heart sank as he remembered the feeling of Joe's betrayal. He found himself going over what had happened again for the hundredth time that week.

Maybe he'd been too hard on Joe. After all, the boy was just scared. But why not talk to Derek? Why not ask for his help, instead of treating him like he was just another one of the assholes in here looking to get off?

Derek had really felt like they were becoming true friends the last month. Joe was so easy to talk to, so dynamic, so light and witty and bashful. Not to mention how cute he looked the way his eyes would light up and he would giggle when-

Wait a second—Joe! Where was he? Derek shot straight up. He hadn't seen him all day. What if something had happened to him?

Derek left his cell, looking around the main hall for Joe. He was nowhere to be found. Where did Joe usually go in the afternoons?

Suddenly he could feel a sinking pit in his stomach. That yelp coming from the library. What if it was Joe?

Derek raced back, exasperated to see the guard still standing there. Derek knew that trying to force his way past the guard would likely result in him being thrown straight in solitary and unable to help Joe. But he had to do something.

As Derek struggled with what to do, fate itself intervened. The guard hadn't had a bathroom break all day, and nature was seriously calling. He checked the clock, then looked left and right, forcing Derek to hide from sight.

Once he was convinced no one was coming, the guard booked it down the hallway in search of the nearest bathroom.

"So what if someone walked in on the two inmates fucking?" he thought. He'd already been paid anyway.

The guard left down the other end of the hallway, leaving the coast clear for Derek. As he entered the library, he could hear the sounds of pleading as well as deep, malicious laughter.

"Please. What if I just blow you?" Joe said, whimpering.

"Oh, you're gonna blow me," Brian said, pulling down his pants.

"No, but like, whenever you want. I'll suck your cock every day. Twice a day. Just don't fuck me, please."

Brian looked at Joe, pondering for a minute.

"But if I don't fuck you, how am I gonna get you pregnant?"

Joe closed his eyes, unable to face what was going to happen next. All of a sudden he heard Brian yell out in alarm. He opened his eyes.

Derek was holding Brian up in the air by the neck like some kind of superhero. Brian clawed at Derek's hands weakly as he struggled to breathe. Derek held Brian with an iron grip, however, practically foaming at the mouth as he slowly choked the life out of the tattooed man.

Joe gasped like a little boy. Derek had saved him! He'd never been so relieved in his entire life.

He felt something else as well, deep down lower in his body... could it be? Was he actually turned on, mere seconds after feeling such terror?

Despite the trauma he'd endured, Joe couldn't fail to notice the way Derek's muscular arm rippled as he held Brian's life in his hands. Joe marveled over the broad shoulders nearly popping out of his shirt, his masculine face gritted with rage as he prepared to kill this man who had almost hurt Joe.

But as much as it turned Joe on to think of Derek avenging him, he knew it would ruin Derek's life. He put his hand gently on Derek's back.

"Derek..." he said softly.

Derek turned to look at him. "He was hurting you!" he spit out.

"I know," Joe said as he slowly began to rub Derek's back.

To Derek's surprise, he felt himself calm as he slowly released his grip on Brian.

"But I won't let you stay in here a minute longer cause of me," Joe said.

Derek dropped Brian, who collapsed on the ground, sucking in air.

He took Joe into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I should have kept an eye on you. I should have been here."

"It's not your fault. You don't owe me anything," Joe said, his heart melting in Derek's tight embrace.

"You're my friend. Of course I do," said Derek.

He took Joe's face in his hands and looked him deep in the eyes. Joe couldn't handle the overwhelming emotions coming to the surface within him. He started to cry.
Derek leaned in and kissed Joe on the forehead. He wiped away Joe's tears with his fingers as he said, "No one is ever going to hurt you again."

He put Joe's head against his chest and rocked him back and forth as Joe cried. Derek's actions surprised even himself. If you'd asked him an hour ago, he would have told you that Joe could go to hell for all he cared. Now all he wanted was to take care of him and protect him from harm.

Joe had almost been ****d because he hadn't been looking out for him.

"My Joe."

The thought came to him unbidden.

His Joe? What was he talking about? He was starting to sound like some gay guy talking about his boyfriend.

Still, as he held Joe in his arms, he knew that Joe would be his responsibility as long as they were in there together.

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Derek laid Joe gently down on the bottom bunk.

"Let me grab you something cold," Derek said.

Derek looked around the room. Ah. Of course he didn't have anything cold.

"It's fine," Joe said softly. "I just need to rest."

"Let me at least get you a glass of water."

Derek left the cell. Joe sat up slowly, wincing at the pain. Brian had punched him pretty hard in the ribs. He's left some pretty nasty bruises, but Joe didn't think anything was broken.

Derek came back in holding a plastic cup of water. He quickly set it on the table as he rushed to Joe's side.

"You need to lie down!" he said as he gently pushed Joe back onto the bed.

"I'm gonna be fine, Derek. You don't need to worry about me."

Derek held the cup up to Joe's lips as Joe took a sip. He held onto Derek's hand, carefully tilting the liquid into his throat as his eyes locked onto Derek's. He was surprised at the concern in Derek's eyes.

"We need to have a plan moving forward. I know Brian, he's a fucking a****l and he's got friends. Luckily for you I've got friends too."

"I told you, Derek- you don't owe me anything," Joe said, handing Derek the empty cup.

"You're my friend. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Derek reached out and touched Joe's cheek, surprising himself. What was this man doing to him?

Joe's heart fluttered as he felt the soft touch of Derek's hand on his cheek. He gently put his hand on Derek's fingers. They smiled at each other.

After a moment, Derek reluctantly pulled his hand away. "I want to check to make sure you don't have any injuries."

"I don't think anything's broken-"

"I want to make sure."

Derek was already pulling Joe's shirt over his head. Joe blushed as this burly man undressed him. He tried not to get an erection as Derek pulled his pants down, but he was only human.

"Stand up for a moment," Derek said. He lifted Joe gently out of bed and placed him on the ground. Joe stood there feeling shy in his white briefs (he'd continued wearing them, because why not?)

Derek tried to avoid looking at Joe's crotch as he looked him up and down. He ran his fingers softly along Joe's torso, tracing the angry purple bruises with his fingers and eliciting a wince from Joe.

"I'm sorry, Joey."

Joey??? Where the hell did that come from?

"I mean, just tell me if anything hurts really bad, Joe. I'll try to be careful."

Derek turned Joe around, biting his lip when he caught sight of Joe's taut ass in those briefs. He resisted the urge to wrap his thick fingers around those round cheeks and squeeze like his life depended on it.

Derek ran his fingers softly along Joe's legs, making Joe let out a little moan.

"Sorry. That tickles," Joe said, blushing at his girlish outburst.

Joe secretly hoped that Derek would tease him with those fingers again. The feeling was electric.

Derek stood up. "I think you're okay," he said as he placed Joe back in bed. "Get some sleep, Joey."

There it was again. Why couldn't Derek stop thinking about Joe in this way? He climbed onto the top bunk, trying to get Joe's freckled face out of his mind before he fell asleep. As he started to rub his slowly growing erection against the bed, he knew that was a futile effort.

Little did he know that Joe was doing the same thing on the bunk underneath him.

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After that day, Derek wouldn't let Joe out of his sight. He went with him wherever he could, and when he couldn't, he made sure a friend was keeping an eye on Joe.

Brian was in the infirmary, still recovering from being choked within an inch of his life. Nobody knew what had happened to him in the library, and the guard sure as hell wasn't talking.

Still, Derek knew that Joe was at risk. Derek might not be gay, but he knew fresh meat when he saw it. Joe didn't even seem to understand the effect that he had on the guys in the can. The way he swished his hips back and forth when he walked, his cute little blush when he did something embarrassing, the way he would bite his lip when he was nervous... These were all things that would make any grown man want to rip off Joe's jumpsuit and stick his dick up Joe's ass before he knew what hit him.

Any grown man except Derek, of course. He was straight, after all.

Derek had had a slew of girlfriends before being sent to prison. Sure, he'd never really been in love, but he was definitely attracted to women. He loved girls with tiny breasts that he could handle and a thick ass that would jiggle as he fucked them.

So why couldn't he stop picturing what Joe looked like when he orgasmed? Whether or not his hole was hairy or smooth? What his dick would feel like if Derek took it in his hand and slowly stroked it, until it lengthened and he brought Joe to the brink of-

Derek needed a hobby.

Joe, on the other hand, was fighting his own growing attraction to Derek. Sure, he'd wanted to fuck him from the moment he saw him. Who wouldn't? Derek was a b**st, with big strong shoulders that Joe could easily see himself wrapping his arms around as Derek thrust into him. Joe tried not to picture Derek grunting and filling Joe with his seed while he nipped at his neck and whispered dirty talk into his ear.

But that was a fantasy. Derek was straight, and he'd made it abundantly clear that he didn't appreciate any of Joe's advances. And Joe was still ashamed of his actions earlier.

Who did he think he was? Joe may have made the idiotic decision to drink and drive, but he was an honest person. He believed that you got what you put out into the world. Trying to seduce Derek had been a momentary lapse in judgement, one that still caused Joe to feel pangs of guilt whenever he was around him.

Joe also felt guilty because he could tell that Derek was doing so much to take care of him. It wasn't fair that Joe's well-being should cause Derek so much stress. He needed to learn to take care of himself.

Joe knew that Brian would soon recover and be back with a vengeance, so he figured the best thing to do for all their sakes would be to request a prison transfer. He began to spend hours in the library reading about how to request one and getting the paperwork started.

"What are we doing in the library again?" asked Derek one afternoon. He was leaning against a desk, shooting Joe a lazy smile that somehow looked both effortless and infinitely beautiful.

"I'm looking into how to get a prison transfer," said Joe, closing one book and opening up a new one.

Derek's face fell. He quickly recovered after a moment, saying, "Oh. Why do you wanna go?"

"Well, I figure with Brian and everything-"

"I can protect you from Brian."

"You shouldn't have to," Joe said, putting his hand on Derek's. He pulled it away quickly and went back to his book, scolding himself for being too forward.

"I want to. You're my friend and I don't want you worrying about assholes like Brian. You're too good for them. For this place."

"You don't owe me anything," Joe said, not looking up from his book.

Derek frowned. What was going on? He'd thought that Joe liked being his cellmate. After the attack, he'd even thought they were friends. Real friends.

For a moment he let himself think that maybe Joe wanted more than that, too. But that must have just been wishful thinking.

"Let me know when you're ready to go back." Derek said as he walked away.

Joe set his book down, looking after him. He was so racked with guilt. He was just trying to do the right thing. So why did it feel so wrong?

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They walked back to their cell in silence. A couple of guys whistled at Joe as he walked past, but one look from Derek shut them up real fast.

"I'm gonna hit the showers," Joe said, as he started to gather his supplies.

Derek grunted and jumped onto the top bunk. He pulled out a book and tried to distract himself. Why was Joe leaving? Had he not done enough to protect him? Would Joe rather room with someone else? What was it about him that Joe didn't like?

Derek had thought he was attractive, but how well can you really gauge that with yourself? Maybe he talked too much. He didn't mean to be such a blabbermouth around Joe, it just came out of him. Joe was so easy to talk to, so easy to make laugh.

Making Joe laugh was one of the best parts of Derek's day. Sometimes he'd think of every stupid joke he'd ever heard just so he could see those freckled cheeks curl into a smile as Joe gave him a teasing eye roll.

Speaking of teasing, there Joe was again. He'd stripped off his shirt, facing away from Derek and showing off his pale, smooth back. Derek felt an urge to rake his nails across Joe's back and bite his neck.

Now Joe was slowly lowering his pants, revealing those damn briefs again. Fuck, he had such a spankable ass.

Joe tossed his pants on the bottom bunk and went to grab his towel from the corner. He stuck his ass out almost invitingly as he searched for his towel. It made Derek's mouth water.

Had he found the fucking towel yet? What was taking him so long?

"For the love of God!" Derek shouted before he could help himself.

Joe whipped around, looking shocked.

"Are you fucking at it again?"

"Excuse me?" Joe said, nervously covering himself with the towel. He suddenly felt extremely self conscious.

"I know your tricks, Joe. You do your little dance in your panties when you wanna manipulate me. What do you want this time?"

"I'm not trying to-"

"Bullshit. You wanna punish me for not protecting you sooner? You wanna make me feel bad, waving yourself in front of me knowing that I can never have you? Just show off a little, boost your ego before you fuck off to some other jail and leave me here all by myself?"

"Derek," Joe said softly. He reached for Derek's hand but Derek leaned away from him back against the wall.

"You never wanted to be my friend. You just wanted to use me. You don't like me."

"Derek, of course I like you-"

"No you don't. You just wanted to fuck me so I would protect you. You would never actually be with a guy like me."

Derek couldn't look at Joe. He knew if he looked in Joe's eyes he would start to cry, and he didn't wanna show that level of weakness in front of this man.

Joe stood there in disbelief. "What are you talking about? You're not even gay!"

"Of course I'm not! But..."

Derek still wouldn't look at Joe.

"But what?"

"Don't make me say it," Derek said softly.

"No, you don't get to explode at me like that," Joe said, standing there in his underwear with his hand against his hip. "You don't get to accuse me of manipulating you again and then shut down on me. I know that trying to seduce you was wrong. Don't you think I know that? Don't you think I've felt like shit every day because of the way I treated you?"

Now Joe was the one who was starting to cry. Derek looked up slowly as Joe went on:

"You've been a better friend to me than I deserve. I'm trying to make it up to you. But we need to be honest with each other if we want to move past what happened and actually be friends."

Derek stared at Joe silently for a moment.

"If you wanna be my friend, then why are you transferring?"

Joe looked at him, confused. Was that what this was about?

"I wanted a transfer because I was trying to take the burden off of you. To protect me. I wanted to try and protect myself."

Derek got out of his bunk and approached Joe. Joe was still dressed only in his briefs, his towel in his hand. They stood inches apart.

"Don't you know what you do to me?" Derek said softly.

He took his fingers and gently brushed Joe's arm. Joe shuddered, his knees turning to jelly.

"What do you mean?" said Joe, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I can't explain it. I've never felt this way before... about a guy. Something's different about you. I look at you and... I wanna take care of you."

Joe blushed, but didn't dare look away from Derek's eyes. They stared at each other for a moment.

"I thought you didn't want me like that," Joe said.

"I didn't. But now I do."

Joe put his hands on Derek's chest. He could feel Derek's heart beating a mile a minute. He looked up into Derek's eyes, saw the vulnerability, the love, the fear...

Joe closed his eyes as he leaned up to kiss Derek softly on the lips. Derek's eyes widened in shock before he closed them, returning the kiss.

Derek wrapped his arms around Joe tightly, pulling him into him as they kissed for what felt like an eternity.

Joe had never felt so safe, so protected, so loved as when Derek held him in his arms. His lips parted to allow Derek's tongue to enter and collide with his own.

Derek could feel an overwhelming sensation of joy as a part of him opened up that he hadn't even realized was there. It was like he was awake for the first time in his life, and the only thing that had been real was Joe.

They finally broke the kiss, both of them breathless as they pulled away.

"Wow," Derek gasped.

"Wow indeed," said Joe, immediately feeling stupid for his choice of words.

Derek suddenly tensed up. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know," he said. "I'll protect you no matter what."

"It's not about that," Joe said. "I've wanted you since the day I first saw you. It was a mistake to try to seduce you. But that doesn't mean I don't still think about you all the time."

Derek smiled. Could it be true? Did Joe really feel that way about him? He'd told himself it would never work, that he wasn't really gay, that Joe didn't even like him...

But in the end he knew he was just denying what his heart was telling him to be true—he was falling head over heels for this boy.

He kissed Joe again, hungrily this time.

Joe kissed him back, battling Derek's tongue with his own as they crushed their bodies together. He could feel Derek's hardness pressed against them through Derek's prison pants. God, he'd thought about that monster for so long. He couldn't wait to actually see it.

Derek picked Joe up, breaking the kiss for a moment as he tossed him on the top bunk and climbed up after him. Joe giggled as Derek got on top of him, his massive knees coming down on either side of Joe's slim body.

Derek continued kissing Joe, thrusting his body into the smaller man's as they both felt the intense heat and sparks coming off of the other person. It was the hottest thing either of them had ever experienced. They each knew that they had to slow down or else they'd cum, but neither had the self-control to stop.

Derek stopped kissing Joe just long enough to rip his shirt off before diving back in and shoving his tongue down Joe's throat.

Joe massaged Derek's back muscles. God, Derek was such a fucking a****l. Joe loved the feel of Derek's rippling muscles in his hands as Derek continued to violate his mouth with his tongue.

Derek used one hand to shimmy off his pants, leaving both men in their underwear as they ground their cocks together. The blessed friction made each man groan as their two cocks rubbed back and forth.

"I wanna make you feel good," Derek said as he breathed heavily into Joe's mouth.

"Me first," said Joe.

He pulled out from underneath Derek as he pushed the bigger man onto his back. Derek complied, watching Joe with amused curiosity as Joe got on top of him.

Joe kissed Derek again on the mouth, then kissed slowly down his body towards his prison issued boxers. Derek let out a guttural moan as Joe pulled down his boxers, releasing his thick 8" cock from its solitary confinement.

Joe's eyes widened as he took the monster in his hand, grasping the hard flesh and rubbing it back and forth slowly.

Derek was uncircumcised. Joe thought that this would have frightened him, but the big beautiful cock had a thick bulbous head that made Joe's asshole throb in anticipation. His mouth watered just thinking about getting to suck on it.

Joe kept stroking it as he looked Derek in the eyes. He slowly lowered his head until he was level with Derek's cock, never breaking eye contact. Derek was in heaven at the feeling of Joe's soft fingers rubbing his sensitive foreskin. He could have stayed there all day like that.

Joe opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, gently licking the underside of Derek's cock head.

"Oh, FUCK!" said Derek as he put his arms behind his head.

Joe began to tease him, slowly swirling his tongue around Derek's cock as Derek let out a low moan of appreciation.

"Joey, you feel so good..."

Derek didn't even realize he'd used Joe's pet name again. Joe was so turned on that he decided to move things further, slowly engulfing Derek's cock into his mouth and sinking down onto the base of his shaft.

"Fuck baby..." said Derek as Joe swallowed his cock all the way to the base.

Joe could feel Derek's cockhead poking out of his throat. He loved how warm and smooth Derek felt in his mouth, and how natural it felt to have Derek inside him.

Joe stayed there with Derek buried deep in his throat for several moments, breathing out through his nose and savoring the closeness that the two men were experiencing.

Derek ran his finger through Joe's curls. "My beautiful boy," Derek whispered. "Such a good boy."

Joe had never been so turned on as he withdrew Derek's cock from his mouth, diving up and down on it with perfect rhythm and pressure. Derek began to moan continuously as Joe's fellating skills took him to a whole other plane of existence.

Derek's favorite blowjob of his life had been from his girlfriend senior year of high school in the parking lot outside the school. He'd loved the taboo nature of it even more than the experience itself, and he'd spent many nights jerking off remembering the thrill of fearing getting caught.

He knew that this blowjob blew the previous one out of the water, so to speak. Joe had skills better than any woman he'd ever been with, but more than that, he had a hunger for it. He wasn't just blowing Derek because he wanted to get it over with, or even just because he wanted to please him—he legitimately wanted to devour Derek.

His passion and lust for Derek's appendage was evident in the enthusiasm and desperation with which he sucked Derek's cock, as if he were afraid that at any moment it might be taken away from him.

Finally, after quite a few more than just 7 minutes in heaven, Derek reluctantly pulled Joe off of his cock.

"Was it okay-"

Derek cut him off with a kiss, sliding his tongue over every inch of the inside of Joe's mouth. He could taste his own cock on Joe's breath, which was weirdly thrilling to him.

"You're fucking incredible. Now it's my turn."

Derek flipped Joe over so that Joe was lying on his back and Derek was on top. He began to pull down Joe's briefs when Joe grabbed his hands.

"Wait," Joe said. He turned over so he was on his stomach. Derek looked at him quizzically.

"I want you to eat me out."

Derek stared down at Joe's sweet ass, almost bursting out of those tight briefs. Eating ass hadn't even occurred to him. But of course, that must be something gay guys do.
He had a lot to learn if he wanted to make Joe happy.

Derek brought his face down low, rubbing his beard over Joe's back as he growled softly. Joe giggled and then moaned as Derek stuck his tongue in Joe's ear.

"Anything for my baby boy," Derek whispered softly.

Joe could have cum right then and there.

Derek sat up, grunting as he grabbed onto Joe's briefs. He pulled them down slowly, finally exposing Joe's pale white ass. He stifled a gasp at the beauty of Joe's soft cheeks, the little dimples that made Derek go mad with lust. He had to force himself to stop from shoving his cock in right then and there.

Derek pulled Joe's briefs off all the way, flinging them over the bed. He then dove back into Joe's cheeks, rubbing his nose in the cleft of Joe's ass and breathing him in deeply.

How did Joe smell so good? It was like lavender, some sort of special body wash perhaps mixed with the delicious fragrance of Joe's skin. Derek breathed deeply and then pried Joe's cheeks apart, making Joe gasp.

Derek stared at that perfect pink hole looking back at him. He'd wondered for so long whether Joe was hairy or smooth down there, and the answer was better than he could have imagined. It seemed that Joe had put in some effort to keep his hole smooth and welcoming to visitors. Derek had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Joe's rosebud began to pulse as he flexed his anal muscles—he wanted Derek's tongue in him so badly.

Derek took that as an invitation, sticking his tongue out and lightly lapping at Joe's hole.

Joe couldn't help but let out a high pitched moan, sounding more like a woman than he would have liked. He grabbed onto the railing of the bunk bed as Derek began to probe him even deeper with his tongue.

Derek was more and more fascinated with this experience by the minute. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying violating this cute little man with his tongue, as well as just how delicious Joe's asshole tasted. He'd thought he wouldn't like eating ass, but thankfully for both their sakes he was completely wrong.

Joe bucked his hips back into Derek's face as Derek began kneading the globes of Joe's ass. Derek was fully thrusting his tongue deep in and out of Joe's asshole, lapping at the walls of his channel and spanking his cheeks every once in a while for good measure.

Derek seemed to innately know how to pleasure Joe, rubbing his nose and his beard into Joe's hole every once in a while to switch up the texture and sensation that Joe was experiencing.

Joe reached back and grabbed Derek's salt and pepper hair, holding onto him as Derek shoved his tongue in and out, in and out, in and out.

After a few minutes longer than he had spent blowing Derek (how selfish of him!), Joe uttered out the magic words: "I need you inside me, Derek."

"I don't have a condom-"

"No. I need all of you. I don't want anything between us."

Derek grinned from ear to ear, sitting up as he pulled his boxers all the way off and positioned himself behind Joe.

"You know what this means, don't you?" he whispered in Joe's ear.

"What does it mean?" Joe asked, authentically puzzled.

"Once I put my cock in you, you're mine. Your ass is mine. Your body is mine. You belong to me."

Joe wanted to laugh. But he knew Derek was completely right. Well, almost completely right—he knew that he already belonged to Derek from the moment that Derek first kissed him. He would never be anybody else's.

Derek spit on Joe's hole, working his saliva into Joe with a thick, callused finger. Joe whimpered, the rough digit causing momentary discomfort before generating a pulsing heat within him.

Derek then spit onto his cock, rubbing the saliva up and down his shaft. He wished he'd thought to get lube at commissary, but how could he have foreseen this?

"Oh, fuck me daddy," Joe said as Derek slowly popped his head into Joe's asshole.

"My baby boy. Oh baby boy," Derek said, kissing Joe on the neck. He slowly got used to the feeling of Joe's tight hole wrapped around his cock.

"Deeper," said Joe.

Derek pushed another inch of his cock in, savoring Joe's tightness. Joe squeezed his anal muscles around Derek's cock, causing Derek to groan.

Derek pushed another inch in slowly, biting Joe's neck and eliciting a high pitched squeal from Joe. He kept pushing, his cock slowly disappearing into Joe's ass until his pubes pressed flat against Joe's cheeks.

He was fully inside him. Finally one with his baby boy.

Derek rested with his cock buried completely in Joe, enjoying the sense of closeness and the iron grip that Joe's ass had on his cock.

Joe felt a fullness that he had never experienced before, a sense of complete safety and security that made him forget he was even in prison. For all he knew, this was heaven.

Derek began to slowly pull his cock out, removing it until just the head was left inside Joe. Joe writhed around on the bed, desperate to be filled again. Derek pushed his cock back into Joe, almost cumming at the sensation of Joe's channel squeezing his cockhead from all sides.

He could tell why so many people were gay now. This felt incredible.

He sawed in and out of Joe, bottoming out with a sharp thrust each time his pelvis connected with Joe's ass. Joe pushed back at Derek's dick, unable to process the electric feeling that Derek was giving to him as he long dicked him.

"Your ass feels so good, baby."

"So does your dick, daddy."

"My Dick was made for your hole, boy," Derek said panting as he kept thrusting into Joe's ass.

"It's your hole now. Anytime you want it, it's yours." Joe squeezed his ass muscles every time Derek pulled out, causing an unbearable feeling of pleasure to ripple through Derek's entire body.

"I can't believe I never fucked you before," Derek said. "I should have been fucking you from day 1."

"We'll have to make up for lost time," said Joe as he grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.

After a few minutes of fucking Joe from behind, Derek pulled out.

"Turn around," he said.

Joe turned over as Derek pried his legs apart and dove down onto Joe's cock. Joe let out an ear splitting moan as Derek bobbed up and down on Joe's erection.

Even though Derek had never sucked cock before, Joe's 6" penis was the perfect size to allow him to deep throat him without gagging. He ran his hands up and down Joe's chest, squeezing his pecs as he continued to blow him.

As he squeezed Joe's left pec and then his right, a thought occurred to him—Joe's pecs were just like the kind of flat chested girls he'd always been attracted to. He'd never made the connection between liking tiny boobs and liking a man's pecs, but with Joe it felt so natural.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum."

Derek pulled Joe's penis out of his mouth.

"I'm not done with you yet, boy."

He spit once again on his own dick and re-entered Joe from the missionary position this time. He stared into Joe's eyes as he buried his cock to the hilt in Joe's asshole, thrusting back and forth with an angry look in his eye that aroused Joe just as much as it scared him.

Derek kissed Joe again, violating him from both ends as he worked them both closer to orgasm. Joe wrapped his legs around Derek's ass, pulling him deeper inside and tightening their embrace.

Derek took his hands and placed them against Joe's throat, gently squeezing as he deprived his lover of air. Joe was in heaven, the lack of oxygen further heightening the pleasure his body was receiving from the endless ramming of his prostate.

He lightly squeezed Derek's fingers, signaling him to choke him even harder. Derek happily complied.

"What's my name?" Derek said as he thrust his cock as deep into Joe as it would go.

"D-Derek," Joe croaked out. He could barely breathe now with how hard Derek was choking him, but he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Who's fucking you?"

"Der... Derek." Joe's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the deep dicking took him past the point of no return.

"Who's your daddy?"

Derek let go of Joe's throat as he started to ride him faster than ever.

Joe sucked in as much air as he could before weakly calling out, "DEREK!"

"That's right, baby. Don't you fucking forget it."

The mental and physical stimulation was too much for Joe as he began to orgasm, his dick shooting out jets of sperm up his chest, covering himself and Derek in his sticky fluid.

Joe's orgasm also caused his anal walls to convulse, clamping down on Derek's cock and milking the jizz out of him.

"FUUUCK" Derek roared as he began to unleash spurt after spurt of creamy jizz deep into Joe's asshole.

The orgasm was unlike any he'd ever experienced. Joe's hole was tighter than any pussy he'd ever fucked, and the connection he felt to this boy was stronger than he'd ever felt with a woman. As they came together, both shooting their seed with a look of rapture on their faces, they were closer than either of them had ever been to anyone in their lives.

Feeling Derek's cum filling his hole was electrifying to Joe. He could feel the warmth of Derek's cum, feel the fullness coating his insides and making him Derek's. He knew he couldn't get pregnant, but he couldn't help but think that receiving Derek's seed inside him made him physically his somehow.

As Derek's cock dribbled out its last bit of semen, he collapsed onto Joe in an exhausted reverie. Derek was dead to the world for the next few seconds, unaware of prison, unaware of his former life, unaware even of Joe at the moment. All he knew was pleasure.

Joe giggled at the feel of the big man lying on top of him like dead weight. Little did Derek know his weight was actually making it somewhat difficult for Joe to breathe.

Joe waited for a few moments before tapping him and saying, "Uh, Derek? Can't breathe."

Derek came back to the world, immediately attentive to his Joey. He lifted himself off of Joe, Joe's cum sticking to his chest as he put his hands to Joe's face.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, you're fine-"

"I know the choking was a little much. I don't know why I did it, I just thought-"

"I loved it."

Derek was talking a mile a minute, which made Joe laugh.

"And I didn't mean to cum inside you. I'm such an idiot, I should have asked first. I swear I'm disease free, I was tested just before I went in and I-"

Joe lifted his head to kiss Derek. His lips connected with Derek's, his hand caressing Derek's manly beard and quelling all of the big man's worries.

Derek broke the kiss after a few seconds, marveling at the butterflies in his stomach. He wasn't just attracted to Joe—he was enamored with him.

"That was the most amazing sex I have ever had," Joe said.

Derek broke into a smile, his heart bursting at the thought that he could give this little man as much pleasure as he'd given him.

"Me too, Joey."

Joe stretched underneath Derek, arching his back as he purred, "I love it when you call me Joey."

"That's who you are. You're my little Joey."

Derek put his hand underneath the small of Joe's back and lifted him closer to him, kissing his lips again.

He broke the kiss suddenly after a moment.

"Also... daddy?"

Joe turned bright red. Fuck, he'd forgotten he'd called Derek that. Derek must think he was such a stupid slut.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking-"

Derek growled and nipped Joe's neck. Joe let out a little yelp, going limp in Derek's arms.

Derek whispered in his ear. "That's right. I'm your daddy, boy. Don't ever forget it."

He laid Joe down gently, lying on his back next to him with his arm around him. Joe curled up to Derek, putting his hand on his chest and enjoying their closeness.

They lay like that for the rest of the night as they drifted off to sleep, content in each other's arms.