Dropping the Soap

The food was terrible. The schedule was terrible. You managed to watch some shows, play some games. But you made sure to keep close to Leonard. You felt safe with him.

Eventually it was shower time. Thirty men in. Big cocks, small cocks. Black cocks, brown cocks, white cocks. Eight of the men paired up, the prison couples. There was a big buff black man with a slender, effeminate black bottom. There was you and Leonard. There was a Latino male and a petite blonde white boy with a dick no bigger than yours. And there was a white man with a girly Latino. Each of the couples gravitated to separate corners.

You and Leonard soaped each other up. He tweaked your nipples, rubbed your soft belly, squeezed your ass. For your part, you soaped up the big cock you sucked last night. It looked more beautiful in the light. You leaned up to kiss him, hungry. After a few minutes, the blonde boy dropped his soap. It was like a signal. The remaining men showering quickly hurried and left the area.

"Hands on the wall, punk." Leonard whispered in your ear. You put your hands on the wall. You looked around the room. The rest of the bottoms were similarly getting ready. You felt Leonard's fingers push against your hole with some vegetable oil he'd gotten off the kitchen. He was going to fuck you, you realized, You spread your thighs wider, trying to control your breathing. You heard the black bottom whimpering out as his owner pushed inside him. He had a good looking dick, 7 inches, hairless -- but his owner had a damn horsecock. You needed to focus before --

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck," you whimpered as Leonard started to push his cock against you. He was patient, but he needed to nut soon. The prison schedules weren't conducive to all night lovemaking. He pushed against you, adding more oil. Pretty soon the entire room was enveloped in whimpering and moaning as the four boys got fucked by the four men.

You came first. It'd been long, so fucking long. He hit your prostate and you came, shots of wet cum hitting the wall of the shower. The blonde boy wasn't far behind you.

"Mmmm, that's a good boy. I might keep you after we get out of here, what would you think of that?"

"Ohhhhhh, I'd love that Coach," you groaned. He hit the spot again, causing you to cum harder. You were aching hard, but you hadn't touched yourself once.

Despite you cumming first, you were the last couple to finish up. The guard had to give a not-so-subtle reminder that the time was done in a minute when Leonard came, thick, rich ropes of seed filling your ass. Leonard was your prison Daddy ... but would he be your new Daddy for good?