Prison Bait: Lloyd: Surrender

Chapter Two

The guy snorted as if he saw me as a joke, I walked to my bunk and took a seat with my dick raging in my pants still, I just wanted some relief. I leaned against the concrete wall as the guy walked to his bunk above me, he reached up to set his belongings on top and his shirt raised slightly. I stared at the trail of hair leading into his pants before he stepped back and gave me a knowing stare, he knew I was checking him out and he knew that I was interested in him. Ever since meeting him on the bus, I was eager to have him put his mouth around my dick and suck me until I nut. I wanted to fuck him so damn, he didn't even understand and I could tell he was far from a bottom.

"You bottom?" I asked, looking at him as the guy cut his eye at me before walking to the mirror above the sink to look at the cut by his eye.

"No." He said in a dismissing tone. "I do the fucking."

"Me too." I told him, getting to my feet and looking at him. "But you can bottom." 

He looked at me for a second before looking back at his cut, he wasn't giving off the appearance that he was uncomfortable but his tense muscles showed that he was eerie of me, he felt like he couldn't trust me and I was cool with that. 

"You ever tried it?" I pushed, hinting to him now as he stepped from the mirror and turned to face me.

"Nope." He deadpanned again in a dismissing tone before bumping past me and grabbing a small tube off his bunk.

"What's that?" I asked, moved to stand near him and see what he had in his possession.

"You're a nosy motherfucker, you know that?" He asked me with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged, feeling a rush of euphoria go up my spine as he talked to me with an agitated tone now, his emotions were feeding my lust and it was making it harder to deny that I wanted him in the bent over before me. He walked past me again and put some of the cream from the tube on his finger before rubbing it on his cut.

"What happened?" I asked, watching him as I leaned against our bunks and he didn't reply to me as I expected. "You don't talk much, do you?"

He ignored me once more before capping the ointment and walking to throw it on top of his bunk, I sighed and grabbed a Playboy magazine off my table. Mautrice was in the shoe for lord knows how long and I got stuck with a top, that was such my luck. I was going to break that top, even if it meant a power struggle. I sat back on my bunk and opened the magazine, immediately smiling at the round tits staring at me with pointy nipples, I love tits. I slipped my hand into my pants and grabbed myself  at the base, grunting at the pressure I applied while imagining it was a dainty hand gripping me. I glanced up to see the dude staring at me with a raised eyebrow, I rose mine as well before pulling the front of my pants down to expose myself. 

"Come here." I said persuasively.

He gave  me the most amused look like I was a joke to him before leaning against the mounted wall-table, crossing his arms and watching me with piercing eyes, as if he was ready to dominate me but I, Lloyd Marcus refuse to be dominated. I was the fucker, I was the pounder, I was the top and I wasn't going to turn into a bottom now, I refuse. I scooted off the bed and walked closer to my nameless cellmate as he kept his piercing gaze on me, he looked calm on the outside and so unbothered that I started to believe that he wasn't going to be an easy break. 

I'm ready for the challenge.

I continued to jack myself as we kept eye contact, his gaze was so strong and I could tell he was starting to enjoy the show as his eyes flickered to my groin then back  up to my eyes before he cocked his head. I reached forward and grabbed his dick through his uniforms, feeling the stiffness before smirking and pulling the front down in a taunting manner. His dick slapped out eagerly and I walked close enough to hold his and mine together, his dick was the complete contrast of mine. While mine was the tone of the most delicious chocolate with a fat mushroom head, his was paler with a helmet shape head but I was impressed that he was almost as hung as me, our heads nearly aligned.