Not written by me but love the style.... 'Look But Don't Touch, Part 1' - gay sex story @ Menonthenet.com's Gay Erotic Stories Hey, tell me something. That cop that arrested you, did he get it up? You know, did he get a bone? I thought Butch was asleep. Hed been lying on the upper bunk for an hour while I read. Hell yeah, I answered, he was real turned on. Dripping wet and ready, the son of a bitch! Butch laughed, a deep and slow rumble in his chest. Then I watched the bottom of his mattress shift with his weight as he rolled toward the wall and went quiet, again. He was a weird one. When the deputy shoved me into the cell, back on Saturday morning, he told Butch Id been picked up at the I-65 rest stop for soliciting sex from a county sheriff. Butch thought it was a great joke. For two days hed been asking me about it over and over. He was in for assaulting the cop who stopped him for drunk driving. That was his great joke, Fuck em or fight em, they gonna put you in jail either way! He didnt seem to particularly hate cops, just thought they were always in his way when he wanted to be free to do whatever the hell he wanted. Jail time was just a nuisance, a sort of penalty time out for a while, and then he went back to work. He drove big machinery for construction, claimed he could get a job anytime he wanted to work. I guess I resented that about him more than anything. I always had a hard time finding a job and then an even tougher time holding it. Nobody much wanted to hire a gay man. I could act straight enough to get hired sometimes, but on the job somebody usually figured it out within a couple of days. My most recent job lasted three months, cashier in a seven-eleven. That was long-term employment for me. Then a teen-age kid on the night shift decided he wanted my day job. He asked me to swap. When I turned him down, he went to the owner and told him I tried to grab his dick. So, I get fired and the kid gets my day shift. Hey, life aint fair, right? Who you think the owners gonna believe? So Im broke and unemployed, thumbing my way south and away from the cold weather when this guy drops me off at the rest stop and leaves without me. Hell, I drove for him a couple of hours while he napped, then he didnt need me anymore, so he dumped me. I was looking around for anybody looked friendly, to beg change for the candy machine, when this older guy started looking me over, checking me out. He wasnt bad looking, tall and well built. I figured him for a married closet case looking for some quickie romance, you know. He nods his head toward the john and smiles at me so I follow him inside and there he is at the urinal with his dick out. Hes stroking a big boner and turns sideways so I can watch. I go over to the trough next to him and he says to me, How much to take care of this for me? Huh?, I say. Im not sure if he wants me to pay him or what. You never know what people got in mind. Come on, man. I need a blowjob real bad! How much you charge? He had this real desperate intensity, like he really needs it and it was killing him to ask. Shit, I donno, dude. Not in here! Im looking around, thinking somebody might come walking in. Wheres your car? You buy me something to eat, maybe give me a lift, Ill do you good, okay? Then its all slam, bam, thank you, mam! Hes grabbing me, putting me on the floor and cuffing me, feeling all my pockets and my crotch while his red dick is still hanging out! He felt up my cock a little too much, I think it pissed him off that I wasnt hard. He rolled me over, face up, and knelt over me with his cock right at my lips. Yeah, Ill give you something to eat, punk, and Ill give you a ride, too, right to jail! If his beeper hadnt gone off then, I think he was about to stuff it in my mouth, seriously! But he went kind of purple in the face and his cock started to droop as soon as that little beep sounded. He wheezed as he climbed to his feet and put his dick away before he checked the beeper. For some strange reason, Butch loved the story. I donno what part of it got him off but he kept asking about it every couple of hours. I had to go see some judge in a few days, find out how much time I would pull. Butch said I would probably get off with probation which meant I was suppose to stay in this ass-hole state another six months or so. Fuck that. They let me out of here and Im in Florida before dark. They can keep me on papers a hundred years, Ill never cross their damn state line again, guaranteed! Sure, it was entrapment, but you think the judge is gonna believe me? I hate fucking westerns, okay? But its all Butch has got. I read anything rather than walk in small circles, so I read Canyon Massacre, chapter nineteen. Shit. Butch is tossing, restless. He dropped his feet over the side of the upper bunk and jumped down from his ivory tower. Dawley!, he bellows like a ship captain. Dawley, get back here and let me out! He peeled his tee shirt off and tossed it on his bunk, dropped his baggy white boxers, peeled off the dirty white socks. He managed to keep his back to me, like Id be watching? Then he yells, again. I need a shower, Dawley, get your ass in gear! He stood in front of the barred door and pressed his face to the side, tried to see down the hall to the guards station. From his waist down to mid thigh was pearl white. His ass stood out in contrast to the rest of his sunburnt and tanned body. His feet were pale, too. He must work in shorts or cut offs. His massive shoulders were darkest, a deep mahogany that faded to lighter fawn color down his back and his sides. The cut at his waist was a hard line of brown over milky white. Nice ass, no hair. These blond guys almost never had hairy butts. I heard the door open at the end of the hall. About time! I figured you was asleep, Dawley. Was you dreaming about me? You gimme a smoke and Ill let you watch me shower. He looked over his shoulder at me and winked. With all his talk, he still grabbed a towel and covered his dick before he stepped back for Dawley to open the door. Dawley was a true red neck, hill-billy. A gaunt string bean frame with big ears and a long nose over a wide, always smiling mouth. His blue eyes had a wide open flat stare that might mean he was dumb or might mean he had no heart at all, hard to tell. He had big old hands and huge feet and a very interesting bulge that looked like a flashlight hanging down the inside of his left thigh. Jesus, that hick was hung! Come on, pretty boy, Dawley pointed at me. You get a shower, too. I aint coming back in here tonight. You keep Butch company. Ill give you both a pack of squares if you drop the soap and let me watch. Come on, I aint got long till break. Okay, okay! I jumped up and quickly stripped off my shorts, I wasnt wearing anything else. I took a towel from the shelf and stepped to the door before I realized both of them were watching me. They glanced at each other and grinned. Nice ass, pretty boy. You better keep an eye on your roomy, Butch. Ill be trying to move in and cut you out! Dawley laughed. Now you see why Rottenham pinched him? Butch asked, He probably got pissed when the kid wouldnt put out for him. They laughed and both tried to not look at me as we walked the short distance to the showers. I liked the attention, so I stepped out ahead of them and gave an extra sway to my walk. I just put the towel across my shoulder and gave them a good show of young high ass. They didnt talk much. I didnt have to look back to know they were staring at me. Men always did, even when I had pants on. I just happen to have one of those perfect, fine, pear shaped asses. Women get jealous. Priests start saying their Rosary. I can silence an entire gym of sweaty men just by doing a few push-ups in my red satin shorts! But the irony is I dont get into catching. Funny, huh? I mean, hey, Ive tried it. But it never gets me off. I get a charge out of being top man. I like to ride. All that beautiful ass that follows me around is just false advertisement. But I do get a power trip from seeing men stare, slack jawed and wanton. I love to see a great big cock, all charged up and ready. I even like to smell and taste of them. But nothing like lifting a mans legs over my shoulders and pumping his ego into a whipped cream frenzy! You just cant tell a book by its cover, you know? I may look for all the world like a bone hungry twink, but Im a stud boy in disguise. Lot a guys get a big surprise when they finally, at long last, get me into their bed and find out, the hard way, what they brought home! See? The poor guys dont think they want to let me fuck them, they thinking they just gonna bust my ass. But when they get a few drinks, get relaxed and really turned on? Hell, then they do about anything to get a nut. I dont even care about the sissies. I aint looking for a ready and willing fuck. I like the challenge of fucking a guy that dont even know hes that kind of a guy! Let me climb in bed with him and before he can say, I dont do that, he already did! Butch took the showerhead at the far end, as far from me as he could get. Dawley sat on a bench and pulled out his walky talky, kept up a conversation with somebody while watching my every move. I put on a nice act for him. I soaped up and turned so he could see every angle of my body. Butch glanced over his shoulder a couple of times, but he stood facing the wall the whole time. I realized I had not seen his dick in the two days and nights Id been in here. He always managed to keep it covered. I started to wonder what he was hiding. When I cut off the water and started drying myself, Dawley stepped back in the lavatory section and motioned me over with a wave. He went to one of the urinals and called me over, Whats your name, Devline, something like that?