It was time for Matthew to take off the bandage. Matthew peeled off the bandage very carefully to not ruin the best thing that came out of allowing Seth to torture him for several hours. The whole area around his tattoo was bright red. Despite that, Matthew could see every little detail put into the outline. That is going to be one hell of a tattoo once Seth colors it in for his birthday. Matthew could already assume the tattoo's artistic merit based upon the outline and how much effort Seth usually puts into coloring tattoos.
He could just imagine the face on his princess's face when he gets out of jail and shows off his tattoo. He would not completely delude himself to believe his little princess would be outwardly ecstatic over the tattoo, but he was sure he would hear the appreciation from the younger in his moans and whimpers. Fuck, he was starting to get himself worked up again.
Just getting a new tattoo was enough for Matthew's head to go completely into the gutter with sexual fantasies brought on by sexual frustration. Matthew probably thought about sex twice as much as the average man. Even getting a nice new shirt would have Matthew fantasizing about his current fixation tearing at it with an intense, animalistic fervor, begging to be penetrated by his sizable cock.
Sex played a huge role in his life. It also brought him momentary relief, a chance for him to lower his defenses and relax in the peaceful calm of post-orgasmic bliss. There was only one tryst that he hated, but he could not even consider that a tryst since he never consented to the act. Other than that tragic event, there was never a cunt or an asshole that he did not love. Hell, there were some that he loved more than others. The proof of that were the three kids he had and the current ache in his loins over thinking about his little princess. He even loved the sex between him and Sasha and he hated Sasha with every single fiber of his being.
`You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you boy?' A sickly sweet voice from the past whispered into his mind, "You would accept any kind of sexual attention just so you can feel wanted. Well, I'm going to fuck the whore straight out of you and make you into my perfect little housewife."
"Shut the fuck up you piece of shit!" Matthew shouted and hit the concrete wall with his fist. Pain ebbed from his knuckles as a crimson steam flowed from the wound. He thought of Roy's kind face to help him calm down. A couple of guards were startled by the sudden noise.
One of them, a young new prison guard that was fresh out of college, tapped the window on the door with his nightstick. A pair of headphones from the 20 year old guard's walkman hung from the back of his neck like the world's ugliest necklace. "What's going on here, McGee?"
"Nothing," Matthew faked a pleasant smile, "I just accidently hit my hand against the wall is all."
"Do you need to be escorted to the prison nurse?" The young guard asked.
"No, I'll be fine." Matthew assured him. When the young guard turned to check on other inmates, Matthew muttered under his breath, "Fucking jackass." He could still hear the guard's irritating rap music obliterating the silence with its constant pounding.
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer hear that irritating racket. He looked at his hand again and seen his hand had stopped bleeding. He imagined his little princess licking his hand sensually, cleaning up the blood. His cock stirred at the thought. The antidepressants were finally granting him some relief.
He pulled down the orange pants of his prison uniform to release his throbbing member. He spit into his hand and got to work. His erection arose from the slow even strokes. Beads of precum formed from the slit and Matthew spread it across the head of his shaft with his thumb. His pubic hair scrapped his hand as he continued to stroke himself. His pubic area has not had a decent shave ever since he was first locked up. It's not like he was ever going to fuck anyone in prison anyway. Even if he wasn't in solitary confinement, he would rather not risk a chance getting HIV, STDs, or scabies. He watched himself in the mirror on the wall as he pleasured himself, imagining that Edd was the one jacking him off.
His imagination took over as he continued his maneuvers. He imagined Edd shyly jerking him off, entranced by the sight of the convict's cock. His erection was right underneath Edd's chin, leaking precum as Edd leaned forward in front of it. The imagined servile attitude of the young man was fueling the fire within Matthew. He imagined that Edd took a teasing lick across the head to get a small taste Matthew's essence.
Matthew was almost at his peak after 15 minutes of getting himself off. He then imagined that his dick was close to Edd's face as he was reaching his peak. He was ready to paint Edd's face with the pearly white beads of liquid coming out of his dick. A couple of well-maneuvered tugs later, and Matthew came undone. His back was arched in an uncomfortable position from his orgasm, but Matthew hardly noticed. He felt content after finally being able to take care of his sexual needs, no thanks to the pills that the damned prison psychologist put him on. He wiped the cum from his hand against the thin mattress and laid there, listening as his heartbeat was slowly returning to a normal rhythm.
It was just in time too. He heard the sound of the young guard's music returning. He groaned and covered his ears, kicking the wall once as he voiced his disapproval of the music the young guard listened to. Even when rap first was starting to get popular in the late 1980s, he still found the music to be a waste of time and resources. Speaking of music, he remembered an argument he had with Seth and Lucas the very same day that he found out that his parents wanted him to take on some of the responsibilities of watching Eddy.
"So what kind of music do you guys listen to?" Matthew asked.
"I listen to New Order and Duran Duran." Lucas replied.
Seth answered Matthew right after Lucas, "I listen to The Cure and David Bowie."
"God, you two are lame!" Matthew groaned, overdramatically "Haven't you two ever heard of Billy Idol or Bon Jovi?" When he seen the blank looks on their faces, he groaned again, "Alice Cooper? Twisted Sister? Seriously, you guys don't listen to any hair metal either?"
Lucas shook his head and Seth replied, "No, I haven't."
"You guys are lame!" Matthew replied, shaking his head.
"Speaking of music, I heard that Sasha attended a Nana Mouskouri concert with a chick and his dad," Lucas gossiped. All three of them were in Eddy's room, talking over the crying infant. Lucas, the naïve child, had no idea of the reason why Eddy cried or the reason why part of Eddy's face was red. Lucas assumed aloud that Eddy fell and hit his cheek.
However it seemed that Seth was more suspicious of Matthew than Lucas was. Seth shot him a glare; his eyes were filled with reasonable suspicion. Matthew glowered at Seth in response and watched as Seth lowered his head in defeat like an animal that had just submitted to more dangerous one. Matthew smirked and watched as his baby brother kicked Lucas repeatedly in the face.
"Hey, I was only trying to hold you, you little brat!" Lucas exclaimed as he was kicked again. Lucas pinched the crying baby's cheeks hard and kneaded the baby's cheeks, which only enraged Eddy further. "Man, this baby has a pair of lungs on it!"
"No kidding. I have to deal with that screaming on a daily basis," Matthew complained, his interest was piqued at the sound of Sasha going to a concert with a girl, "How does a butthole like Sasha get a chick to agree to go to a concert with him? He sits at the loser table with us!"
"The chick just moved here from what I heard," Lucas replied. "Still though, how does a butthole like that end up being the first one from the loser's table to get a girlfriend?"
"Face it, dude; He's probably the closest thing to normal within our table," Seth explained, "no girl is going to want to date the school fatso, a guy who wears a mask all of the time, or a psycho who cut up the class hamster. It's fine though. The girls at our school can date whoever they want to. " Seth suddenly had a devious look on his face and starting tickling Eddy's feet. Eddy squirmed and put his arms out, trying to bat away Lucas and Seth.
"Oh boys, the police officer's here!" Margaret announced from the doorway, "You should head to the front door to meet up with him. I don't think little Eddy is in the mood to be played with right now." She hurried towards Eddy and picked him, cooing softly into Eddy's ear, trying to get the child to calm down. Margaret also had no idea what had occurred between him and Eddy. Even if Lucas did not pinch at Eddy's cheeks like an overly affectionate grandmother, Matthew could have just blamed the red mark upon Eddy's face on a fall, like he had done numerous times after the incident for the various injuries that he had inflicted upon his younger brother. His parents were none the wiser.
Margaret also added cheerfully, "Also, your clothes are now in the dryer. I want to get a picture of you three to put on the fridge after the cops leave."
"Yes mom," Matthew replied. The visit with the police officer went as expectedly. The police officer warned the boys of the dangers of taking unexpected camping trips and explained that their three-day disappearance had everyone involved worried over the possibility that the three of them were kidnapped. There was no evidence of their true intent to run away from their homes. The police had no reason to expect it, so they were left off with a stern warning.
After the cop left, their clothes were washed. Matthew's yellow jersey and jeans were cleaned to perfection. Seth's camouflage pants, white tee shirt, and old army jacket looked better than they ever did. Lucas grayish blue polo and designer jeans looked as new as they always did. His mom had a talent of taking care of clothes. There was even a whole closet in their house full of clothes that came with the house that his mother had taken care of. They quickly got changed and rushed outside to pose for the camera. Four pictures were taken, one for each of the boys and one for Matthew's parents.
Nightfall quickly approached and the boys were introduced to Matthew's room for the first time. He showed them the old blue taxidermy camel that stood by the wall. He showed them his foldout bed was hidden in a red refrigerator, the heater, his box of toys, an eight ball, the window viewing out to the backyard and an old heat vent. Both Lucas and Seth viewed the room as strange for various reasons. Seth believed that the room needed to have more of an artistic vibe to the room. Lucas just viewed the room as too eccentric. What do they know about good tastes?
While Lucas and Seth were using the phone to try to contact their parents, Matthew went digging through Seth's belongings and stole the porn magazine from the bag. He quickly hid the magazine in his closet, not feeling a bit of remorse for his behavior. Afterward the three had dinner and gotten showers. That night was also the first time he had seen his friends completely naked when they were trying on his old pajamas to find one that fit, which they were able to find after some digging. He can honestly say that he was not the least bit embarrassed to see them without any clothes on than he was when he peeked in on Sasha. He did not understand his reactions in the least.
Once all three of them were dressed, Lucas was looking through the horoscope section in the newspaper. Matthew and Seth quickly found out their star signs from reading their horoscopes. Matthew is a Gemini, Lucas is a Scorpio, and Seth is an Aquarius. Lucas had a strange fascination with horoscopes that neither he nor Seth fully understood. Lucas claimed that star signs influenced a person's personality, but Matthew thought that Lucas was full of it, but considered using horoscopes for a future scam anyway.
All three of them eventually lay down upon Matthew's bed and tried to sleep. When Matthew was trying to get some sleep, Seth whispered to him, "Hey, Mattie. You should try to teach Eddy how to scam people. I think it would be good for you."
Matthew snorted, "Yeah right! The only thing Pipsqueak is going to do is poop in his diaper, cry, and drive away business!"
"I mean when he gets older," Seth replied, "He's not going to be a crying baby forever."
"I'll think about it," Matthew grumbled as he shut his eyes.