22 comments/ 82382 views/ 14 favorites Inmates of a Kind By: jtmalone70 Notes: This story was written merely as a writing exercise. It is a subject I wasn't familiar with, and so decided to take a try at it to see where I could take it. For the next three years, this prison cell would be my home. At the age of eighteen, I was young and stupid and attempted to rob a gas station with a BB gun. Naturally, I was caught, tried, and convicted of armed robbery. If I behaved, I might be sent to a state prison farm to serve out the last six months of my sentence. Prison is not a place you want to be. There is nothing remotely friendly or calm or soothing about it. Most of the inmates are little more than animals and generally have the IQ of one. Those that are slightly more intelligent are not the group of people you can simply walk up to and immediately associate yourself with. Just like anywhere else in society, there's a social hierarchy in prison, and new inmates are at the very bottom. And you can't leapfrog the caste system. You have to start out at the bottom of the totem pole and work your way up. To say I was scared is putting it mildly. I was terrified. As you're in-processed, you hear all kinds of wild rumors about what lies waiting for you in the general population. Those in my newly arrived group that had been through this before seemed to take it in stride. They sat and smiled at us new guys, especially those of us that were the youngest, and filled our heads with terrifying thoughts. In short, they told us we'd be raped once we were set loose with the rest of the prisoners. But they also warned us not to fight it; when it happens, don't resist. The day finally came when we were marched out of the holding area and assigned a cell. One by one, we were led away by a guard and taken to our new homes. As I walked through the main gallery, inmates would yell and call out all kinds of things; calling me baby, sweet thing, bitch – every degrading, derogatory name you could imagine. When I arrived at my new cell, I saw a bunk bed. I had a "roommate", though he wasn't there at the time. The guard opened the cell and gestured for me to walk inside. I did, and when he shut the door with a loud metallic clank, I wanted to fall to my knees and cry. For the next hour or so, I sat on the lower bunk, my meager possessions in my hand, not knowing what to do. The inmates that could see me from their cells continued to call out to me, urging me to "show us what ya got, bitch!" Then the guard came back. Only this time, he had an inmate with him. He was a little taller than me, perhaps six feet, and I'd guess 190lbs. He had a long moustache that curled down his cheeks to his jaw line and a face full of stubble. His large arms were festooned with numerous tattoos. And he definitely didn't look like the happy-go-lucky type. If anything, he closely resembled a biker, which was no coincidence, as I learned later on: he was a biker. The guard opened the door and the inmate walked in, pulling a package of cigarettes out of his breast pocket. When the guard left, my new cellmate stood staring down at me, as he held a lighter to his cigarette. Then he sucked in deeply on it and blew out a long gray wisp of smoke. He gestured at me. "You're sittin' on my bunk," he muttered. I jumped up, quietly apologizing. Then he pointed to the top bunk. "That's yours," he said, putting the cigarette back to his mouth. He stepped over and sat on his bunk, swinging his feet up and bringing his pillow under his head. "What's your name?" he asked. I stammered, replying, "M-Mark." "Tony." Then he looked away, taking another drag off his cigarette. After a few seconds, he glanced at me. "You starin' at somethin'?" he asked. I shook my head and instantly stepped up to my bunk, placing my items on it. Then I made my first critical error. As I went to climb onto my bunk, I put my foot on Tony's springs to prop myself up. No sooner had I stepped on it, than I felt a sharp kick to my shin, sending me down to the hard concrete floor. I sat there momentarily dazed. An inmate across the way that had seen the entire episode was laughing loudly. I looked up and Tony was still lying on his bunk smoking. As I pushed myself off the floor, he turned his eyes to me. "First thing you need to learn is respect," he muttered, sucking on his cigarette. "Keep your filthy fuckin' feet off my bunk." "Sorry," I said nervously. "Won't happen again." Tony looked away, mumbling, "Fuckin' A it won't." I finally managed to find a way to get atop my bunk without touching his, and then laid there for what seemed like forever, just staring at the ceiling. And though the prison gallery was filled with noise, inmates talking and yelling from their cells, I managed to fall asleep. I awoke with a start, when I heard the guard calling to me. I sat up and saw Tony standing outside the cell next to the guard. "Chow time," said the guard. I swung my legs over the side of my mattress, and when I slid down, I instinctively put my foot down on Tony's bunk. Instantly, I knew I had fucked up. I quickly glanced at him and watched as he tapped out a cigarette from his pack, slowly shaking his head. Just like in the prison population, there's a pecking order in the cafeteria. The best seats are reserved for those at the top of the social ladder, and you can't just sit wherever you please. And nobody is going to explain to a new guy where you can and can't sit. You simply have to figure it out on your own. I went from table to table, trying to find a place to sit, but was less than kindly send away by the current occupants every time. At last I saw Tony sitting at a table with an open seat across from him. I didn't know what else to do, so I walked over to him. As he ate, he glanced up at me and said, "What the fuck you want?" I hesitated for a moment and was about to walk away, but reconsidered. Unlike my other attempts to find a seat, Tony didn't immediately tell me to go away. And I didn't want to break any kind of prison social rules by being impolite and not showing respect, so I said I couldn't find anywhere to sit and asked if I could sit at his table. He continued eating and glanced at the inmates sitting near him. They didn't say anything, but somehow they seemed to communicate. Tony pointed his fork to the empty seat in front of him and nodded. Although there was plenty of talking all around us, there was very little at our table. When Tony had emptied his tray, he gave it a little shove toward me, and then turned to talk to his friends. I finished eating and, as I stood up, looked down at his empty tray. There was a reason he pushed it to me, so I picked it up and took it to the conveyor belt. Half an hour later, we were returned to our cell. Lights out came at 10pm. Some inmates continued talking in their dark cells. The lucky few that had radios would play them just loud enough for those in nearby cells to hear. Below me, Tony was lying on his bunk and I heard a radio click on. He tuned it to a station playing hard rock. A few seconds later, he kicked the underside of my bunk. I leaned over and looked down at him in the dark. His murky gray image was punctuated by a bouncing orange dot of light; the tip of a glowing cigarette. "Get down here," he said. I slid down from my bunk, this time careful to land squarely on the floor, far out from his bunk. Tony swung his legs around to the floor and sat up on the edge of his bed. With the cigarette in his hand, he gestured for me to sit down in front of him. "Few things you need to learn," he muttered. "First is respect. You fucked up once today and I let it slide. Then you fucked up again." He held the cigarette to his mouth and sucked in, causing the tip to glow brightly. "And then I did you a favor at chow," he said. He sat staring at me in silence, as he smoked. Then my heart started pounding in my chest. My mind was beginning to put it all together: two fuck ups, he let me sit at his table. Now I owed him. He sat staring at me for a minute or so and finally said, slowly nodding his head, "You know what that means, right?" I swallowed hard and nodded in reply. Then he stuck the cigarette in his mouth and mumbled, as he unzipped his fly, "Ok, then." In seconds, he was pulling his cock out. In the darkness of our cell, I couldn't see it very well, but I could tell that it was slightly erect. My hands were trembling and I began to sweat. Tony leaned back on his elbows, taking the cigarette from his lips and spreading his knees slightly. There was no way out of this. I didn't want to be killed in prison, let alone sent to the infirmary with a broken nose and busted teeth. So I scooted forward and nervously reached for his cock. I angled it up slightly and, as I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and leaned forward. As my lips closed around it, I felt Tony working his hips, gently rocking his cock in and out of my mouth. And in a short time, he was very hard. Mostly I just sat there letting him fuck my mouth. He'd tell me to use my tongue more and not to let his cock scrape against my teeth. Then he put a hand to the back of my head, carefully bobbing my head on his cock. I'd never done anything like this. I wasn't even remotely attracted to other men. But after a while, I found myself relaxing. I wasn't exactly enjoying it, but it wasn't as horrific as I thought it would be. And it was definitely better than being hauled away bleeding and unconscious. As he worked his cock in and out of my mouth, I could taste the pre-cum oozing from the tip of it. Tony's breathing was starting to come faster now, and he used his hand on the back of my head to bob it up and down more quickly. I knew he was going to cum soon, and then something suddenly came to my mind: he was going to cum in mouth and I'd have to swallow. But there was nothing I could do about it. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind, than Tony suddenly grunted and thrust his hips up, driving his cock deep into my mouth. I gagged and tried to pull back, and just as I did, I felt his cock throbbing against my tongue. A jet of warm gooey fluid suddenly shot to the back of my throat. I gagged again and another hot stream shot from his cock. Then another and another. My mouth was quickly filling with cum. The last thing I wanted to do with piss this guy off in the middle of an orgasm, when his emotions and adrenaline are running high, so I did the only thing I could: I swallowed. It was salty and slimy and I could almost make out the faint taste of tobacco. It didn't sicken me so much as take me by surprise. Like I said, this was something entirely new to me. When he stopped cumming in my mouth, he slowly pushed me away and laid there panting softly. Then he pushed himself up and smiled at me. "Not bad," he said, pulling another cigarette from the package. And as he lit up, he muttered, "Not great, either. But not bad." By now his cock was drooping down and he pushed it back into his pants. He sat there smoking for a few minutes, as I remained kneeling in front of him. My knees were beginning to hurt, as they'd been pressing onto the hard concrete floor. I asked him if I could sit down and he chuckled, as if that was a stupid question, and waved a hand at me. "Don't have to ask," he said, taking another drag off his cigarette. For the next hour or so, he asked all about how I ended up in prison, asked me about my life on the outside, and even allowed me to ask him a few questions. Eventually, he grew tired and simply stopped talking and laid down on his bunk. When it seemed obvious he was done with me, I climbed up on my bunk and went to sleep. A pattern soon developed over the next two weeks. Tony would let me sit with him at chow and, in return, I would suck him off at night. After the first few times, it wasn't so awful anymore. It simply became routine. One time, I decided I needed some relief too, so as I kneeled in front of him, I asked him if he would mind if I jerked off while giving him head. He stared at me for a moment, as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, giving it a slight tug. "Yeah, sure," he muttered, and then laid his head back and waited for his blowjob. For some reason, this actually made me feel pretty good. I fished my cock out and, as I leaned forward, slowly began stroking myself. It had been months since I'd had an erection and I was dying to blow my load. The pleasure I was giving myself was transferred to Tony's cock by way of my mouth, as I licked and slurped all around his bulbous head. Then he began his familiar moaning and I began to work his cock in earnest. In seconds, he was pumping his cock in my mouth, and then he came. I moaned and felt my own cock erupt in my hand. The combination of feeling my own orgasm in my hand and Tony's cock filling my mouth with cum was intense and, oddly enough, very erotic. I sucked his cock clean, and then sat back on my knees. Then I saw a large puddle of cum on the floor where I had ejaculated. Tony sat up and smiled at me, but then followed my eyes to the cum at the side of his bed. "You cum right there?" he asked hoarsely. "Yeah," I stuttered, quickly standing and reaching for a towel on my bunk. I kneeled on the floor, wiping up my mess, while Tony lit up another cigarette. He sat watching me, and when I had finished cleaning up, I went to stand and he said sternly, "Don't do that again." I nodded quickly and apologized. Then he laid back on his pillow, saying, "This ain't a fuckin' hog pen. I live here, too, and don't want it smellin' like cum an' piss." From then on, I always put a towel on the floor in front of me, when I sucked him off. After about a month, it didn't bother me any more to give him head. Sometimes I even looked forward to it a little, as it was the only time I could relieve myself, as well. Tony and I didn't exactly become friends, but we had somewhat more than a casual relationship. I'd follow him around whenever we were in the exercise yard, as he talked with his friends. It was rare that he ever included me in the conversations. If anything, he'd joke about me to his friends saying what a great cocksucker I was becoming. They'd look at me and laugh and I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment. On the outside, I'd been called a cocksucker before, but never in the literal sense of the word. Whenever Tony made the rounds to visit his friends, either in the yard or in the gallery, I instinctively tagged along. In a way, I was like his gopher: if he wanted something, he'd turn to me and tell me to go get it. And it didn't bother me. What else was I going to do? I certainly couldn't say no, go get it yourself, ya lazy fuck. I didn't mind. He could sometimes be a decent guy toward me. Some inmates would beat on their cellmate for making lesser mistakes than I had made. A few times, he'd get angry with me, but over all, he was decent enough. He clearly wasn't interested in being my prison buddy, but he seemed to tolerate me. I didn't have much to complain about. I'd been there for almost two months now, and one night, as I kneeled at the side of his bunk, he stopped me. "Get your blanket," he said. A bit surprised by this sudden change in routine, I complied and stood, pulling the wool blanket from my bunk. "Drape it around my bunk," he said, lighting a cigarette. I began pushing the edge of the blanket around his mattress, but he lightly smacked the side of my head and chuckled. "Nah, ya fuckin' idiot," he said with a smirk. Then he pointed up to the bottom of my bunk. "Up there, numbnuts. Like a curtain." My heart started pounding wildly. I tucked my blanket around the edge of my mattress and when it was in place, he gestured for me to kneel down in front of him on the floor. He smiled at me, taking one last long drag from his cigarette, and then handed it to me. I took it and placed it carefully atop an empty soda can on the floor. When I turned back around, he was pulling off his t-shirt. Then he gestured for me to do the same. Nervously, I pulled mine off and set it on the floor. Then Tony lifted his ass and pushed his pants and underwear down, his erect cock springing upright. I knew where this was leading. "Don't just sit there," he mumbled, pulling his slacks off. I slowly sat up and began pushing my pants and underwear down. And when my cock came into view, it was sticking straight out in front of me. "Nice," he muttered softly. He laid on his side and reached out for my cock. It was the first time he touched it. His hand felt very warm and, much to my surprise, not bad at all. I kneeled there for a moment, allowing him to gently stroke me. Then he pulled away and told me to get naked. As I stood up and stepped out of my clothes, I heard a whistle from the cell directly across from ours. I glanced that way and Tony said, "Never mind that asshole. Pay attention right here." I looked back down at him. He was propping his head up on his elbow and had moved over to the far side of his bed. As he stroked his cock with one hand, he patted the empty space next to him. I climbed onto his bed and laid next to him on my back. Instantly, he was running his hand over my torso, pinching my nipples. I winced and he looked at me with a smile. "Jack yourself," he said. I brought my hand to my cock and began slowly stroking it. Then I closed my eyes and waited. Tony toyed with my nipples for a while, and then let his hand drift down to my cock. He wrapped his fingers around mine and joined in stimulating my cock. He rubbed his thumb all around the head, smearing my pre-cum over it. "Like that?" he whispered in a husky voice. "Yeah," I mumbled. And I did. It actually felt pretty good. Then I felt him sit up next to me. He scooted down to the foot of the bed and spread my legs, moving in between them. Then he reached under his mattress for something. I couldn't see what it was right away, but after a few seconds, I could make out a small square package in his hand. It was a condom. Once again, I had to mentally prepare myself. I knew this day would eventually arrive, though. In a way, I was almost looking forward to it. Not the actual act, but getting it over with. As he rolled the condom onto his cock, I instinctively reached down and put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs back. This seemed to take Tony by surprise. As he held his cock in one hand, he scooted forward and smiled down at me. I gave him a weak grin in reply. Then he looked down and aimed his cock as my virgin asshole. I felt the tip of it press against my hole, and I closed my eyes and winced. As he slowly pressed into me, I groaned and my asshole tightened. He pulled back a little and whispered, "Just squeeze your asshole out like you're takin' a shit." Then I felt him pressing against me again. I did as he said and suddenly felt his cock head slowly crowning into me. When the ring of muscle snapped around the ridge of his head, we both moaned. He remained motionless for a few seconds, and then asked if I was ready for more. I pulled my legs back further and nodded. He gently pushed into me and I arched my head back, sighing loudly. Then he stopped and waited, allowing my rectum to get use to this new invasion. When he felt my ass relax, he pushed again. I gripped my legs tightly and groaned. I'd never felt anything like this in my life. My ass felt incredible. It felt full and very warm. And my cock was sticking straight up, straining to be released. He pushed once more, and then slowly began to pull the length of his cock out. I groaned loudly, as I felt the hard ridge of his cock head massage the walls of my rectum. My breathing became labored, my chest heaving up and down. "... aww fuck..." I sighed. Inmates of a Kind Tony, breathing hard on his own, asked in a husky voice if I liked it. With my eyes still closed, I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, feels fuckin' nice, don't it?" he grunted, slowly pushing back into me. As he plumbed the depths of my ass, I arched my back. "... awwww fuck that's nice..." I cried softly. After a short time, Tony quickened his pace and began fucking into me faster. The springs of his bunk started squeaking, and added to our soft cacophony of erotic moans and sighs. Then I felt my balls tighten and my cock twitch. "Fuck," I exclaimed, gasping for air. "I'm gonna cum!" Tony leaned forward, resting his rough hands on my chest, and started thrusting faster. I could hear him breathing hard above me, and, even though I never dreamed that having sex with another man could be even slightly pleasurable, he was making me feel incredibly good. It was probably just the novelty of trying something new for the first time, but at that moment, I honestly thought it was the best sex I'd ever had in my life. Tony laid his body down on mine, and I pulled my legs back as far as they would go. He buried his face in my neck and grunted with each thrust into me. A happy moan slipped across my lips with every stab of his cock. And then, with my cock sandwiched tightly between our stomachs, the stimulation became more than I could take, and I began ejaculating. I let go of my legs and held them out far and wide, wrapping my arms around him. With each pulse of my cock, my rectum squeezed his and he'd grunt hard. Then he suddenly stopped thrusting into me and began grinding his hips against me. The head of his cock must have been massaging my prostrate and my mouth opened wide and I moaned loudly. And then I felt his cock throbbing inside me. Tony gave a few quick bursts with his hips, growling as he shot his load into the tip of the condom. Then he abruptly stopped, breathing hard and trying to catch his breath. When his cock was deflated slightly, he slowly withdrew from me. He sat up between my legs and wiped his forearm across his brow. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His hands were on his hips and his chest rising up and down. His cock was arching down slightly. Then I lowered my legs, wincing as my asshole closed with my movement. "Sit up," he said. I felt exhausted, but forced myself to sit upright, and when I was sitting on my ass, I winced again. Tony carefully peeled the condom off and held it out to me. "Flush it," he said. It was coated in slime and goo from his cock and my ass, but in my state of mind, I didn't care. I took it from him and slowly stood up from his bunk and walked over to our toilet. When I flushed it, I came back to him and sat down. My cock was now limp and spent and I figured that he'd call it a night. Instead, he told me to get on my hands and knees. I slipped onto the floor and he resumed his blowjob position. Though his cock was as limp as mine, I took it in my mouth and sucked. I ran my tongue all over it, slurping up the residual cum and swallowing. And when he was satisfied he was cleaned up, he said I could get some sleep. I put my clothes back on and took my blanket down, and then climbed onto my bunk. The next day, Tony's attitude toward me seemed to have changed slightly. Whereas before he had always been a little distant with me, now he seemed to treat me a bit better. As we stood around the exercise yard, he was talking to his friends and, at one point, mentioned how he had fucked me the night before. I felt embarrassed and his friend, as usual, laughed at my expense, but it really took me by surprise when he clapped his hand to my shoulder and told them I was actually a pretty good fuck. Then he proceeded to tell them how I had a hard on the entire time and even mimicked my moans and cries. I closed my eyes, somewhat humiliated, and slowly shook my head. Tony playfully punched at my shoulder, and I opened my eyes and looked at him. As his friends chuckled, he held a cigarette to his lips and smiled at me. I grinned and looked away. Then they went on to talk about other things. As time went on, just as with giving him head, I actually came to enjoy having anal sex with him. And the more I seemed to enjoy it, the better he treated me. He'd let me lay on his bunk with him for a while after having sex, whereas before we would simply fuck and he'd tell me to leave. As we laid there, he'd run his hands over my body, pinching my nipples and gently caressing my cock, and I'd do the same for him. I still wasn't attracted to men, and I seriously doubt he was either, but in prison, this is it; this is the only intimacy you know. After being there for about six months, while having lunch in the cafeteria with him one day, Tony got mad about something. In prison, a lot of inmates have a short fuse. That's not to be unexpected. When you have that many people - that many dumb people - locked up in a confined space, the littlest things can get on your nerves. Fights often broke out over the slightest infraction. And sometimes people were brutally beaten, even stabbed, for what on the outside would be considered trivial, if not even worth the effort to fret over. Tony was fuming about something, as I sat next to him at our table. Once more, to my surprise, it actually made me feel bad to see him this way, and I carefully reached over under the table and placed my hand on his leg, giving him a gentle squeeze. He quickly turned his eyes to me, and I thought for sure he might haul off and deck me, but instead he gave me a slight grin. I smiled and rubbed his leg and he seemed to calm down. As he went back to eating, he chuckled, saying, "Eh, fuck it. Ain't worth bustin' a nut over." I suppose that was the primary reason I never protested, when Tony and I first had oral sex. It wasn't worth being killed over. Having anal sex seemed like the next most obvious step forward. And, like I said, after a while I came to enjoy it. But I also started enjoying the intimacy before, during, and after. Like everyone else there, I would have raped the first woman I saw, had I the chance. I didn't care how ugly she was. Before I came to prison, I had a girlfriend, and even though I wrote to her a few times, she never replied. And that was something else Tony did to surprise me. He knew I had written to her and he knew she never wrote back. When our mail arrived, nothing ever came for me, except maybe a letter from the courts, but the rest was always for him. One evening, after taking the mail from the guard, I walked over to our bunks, flipping through it. It was no different than mail on the outside: junk mail, advertisements, notices from bill collectors. Dejected, I handed the stack to Tony, as it was all for him, anyway, and hopped up on my bunk. After a few minutes, he stood up and leaned against my bunk. I looked over at him and he gave me a small grin. "Might as well forget 'er," he said. "She ain't writin' back." I took a deep breath and sighed, and then felt my eyes begin to water. As tough as Tony was, as hardened by prison as he'd become, he reached his hand over and patted my leg. "Man, she ain't worth cryin' over," he said. "They never are." "I know," I whispered. Then I closed my eyes and felt a tear roll down my cheek. "I'm just... I'm just lonely," I cried. Tony chuckled and slapped his hand on my arm, saying, "Well, tough shit! Ain't like you're the only one, ya know." Then he sank down to his bunk. When we went to dinner, I sat next to him in silence. His friends seemed to notice a change in my mood, though I rarely said a word to them. They asked Tony what was wrong and he told them. And, as usual, they all chuckled, but just as with Tony, they seemed to treat me a little differently this time. Instead of making fun of me, they tried to cheer me up. They'd tell me about their former girlfriends and ex-wives and what lousy fucks they were in bed or how they were all selfish bitches. Some of their stories were sort of humorous and I chuckled a few times. And when I did they'd all point to me and laugh and clapped their hands on my back. Then one of them called me by name for the first time. "Don't worry 'bout it, Mark," said one guy whose name I never knew, even though I saw him everyday. And then another inmate at the table nodded saying, "Yeah, you're better off without 'er. A bitch won't write a guy like you back, then fuck 'er. You don't need 'er, anyway." I was nearly floored by the way they were suddenly treating me. I turned to look at Tony. He stuck his fork in his mouth and smiled at me as he chewed, and then shrugged and nodded in agreement with his friends. That night when he and I had sex, it was different. Very different. I pulled my legs back for him, and when he was fully inside my ass, he leaned down across my body. He closed his eyes and started fucking me slowly. Then I closed mine and brought my hands to his face. I gently pulled him down until his lips were lightly brushing against mine. We were breathing hard against each other, his every thrust into my body forcing out a gasp of air from my lungs. My mouth opened, as I breathed heavily. His lips were between mine. And then his cock massaged my prostrate and I moaned, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Tony suddenly pushed himself up. I opened my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest, thinking I'd gone too far. I gently pressed my hands against his chest. "I'm sorry," I whispered. He looked down between us where his cock slowly pierced into me. My erect cock twitched once, and then his eyes met mine again. A smile slowly crept across his lips and he lowered himself again. And as his mouth came to mine, our tongues came out and we began kissing deeply. I wrapped my arms around him and moaned into his mouth, as he thrust his hips, driving his cock into me. "Fuck me," I groaned. After we both came, we laid on his bunk for a long time, gently kissing and fondly each other's cock. When we were both hard again, I asked him to fuck me again. This time, he had me get on my hands and knees. I pressed my chest to the mattress and pushed my ass up high, spreading my knees wide. With a new condom on, he pressed the tip of his cock into me and I groaned happily, as he filled me a second time. From that time on, Tony and his friends treated me a lot better, often including me in their conversations and calling me by name. They still teased me now and then, and I still blushed, but now it was just friendly ribbing on their part. They weren't making fun of me. If Tony wasn't around, they'd let me sit with them and I'd listen to them talk amongst themselves. I'd keep an eye out for Tony, and when I saw him, I actually became excited. He'd come up and smile at me and I'd give him a broad grin in reply. Then he'd sit down next to me, and start talking with his friends, while I held his hand under the table. In prison terms, I had become his "Girlfriend", although I didn't know it at the time. Tony was working out at the weights in the yard one day while I stood off to the side, holding his shirt and watching. Another inmate was standing next to me doing the same. "You're lucky," he said. I glanced at him, saying, "Hmm? How's that?" He nodded toward Tony. "He knows how to treat a girlfriend. You're lucky." I looked over at Tony as he sat up from doing bench presses. He had large muscular arms and beefy pecs. I really enjoyed feeling them flex when he was on top of me when we had sex. I stood there thinking, you know, he really wasn't a bad looking guy. In that respect, I was lucky, too. I could have done a whole lot worse than him. Although I hadn't thought about it in those terms, that's how our relationship was playing out. I was, indeed, his girlfriend. In fact, I'd sensed it for a long time, but didn't want to admit it to myself. Whenever I was with him, I felt almost giddy. When he kissed me, I felt lightheaded and a surge of adrenaline would shoot through my heart. And I liked his body. I liked touching him and feeling his muscles. I loved having sex with him. I even enjoyed merely sitting on his bunk kissing him. And I liked doing little things for him. I'd take his laundry to be cleaned with mine and pick it up for him, as well. I'd fold his clothes neatly and set them on his bunk. And I kept his personal belongings in order and our cell nice and tidy for him. In return, Tony made my body and heart feel good. I'd been there for almost a year, and one evening, after having very passionate sex, we were lying next to each other on his bunk. We were kissing softly, as I caressed his cock and balls. I reached up and stroked his cheek and asked him if he loved me. Tony sat up with a huff and asked me to hand him his cigarettes. Feeling slightly dejected, I leaned over and picked up his pack from the floor and handed it to him. As he lit up, he looked at me and shook his head. "What the fuck you askin' me that for?" he grunted. I shrugged and suddenly felt very sad. He tossed his pack of cigarettes and lighter to the end of the bed, saying, "And don't start your fuckin' cryin', either." But it was too late. His words hurt and a tear rolled down my cheek. "Aw, Christ," he mumbled. I quickly wiped my eyes. "Sorry," I said softly. There's no such thing as "Love" in prison. You don't love someone in prison the same as in the outside world. Out there, love involves an emotional connection and commitment. In prison, it simply means you like fucking someone. Emotional displays behind those walls are a wasted effort and are often mocked, ridiculed, and make you further vulnerable to either verbal or physical attack. But I knew Tony well enough by now to know he wouldn't do any of that to me. As I laid next to him on his bunk, I tried not to cry, but couldn't help it. He sat next to me for a long time, silently smoking, and then leaned across me and dropped his cigarette into an ashtray on the floor. When he laid back down, he ran his hand over my chest, toying with my nipples. I opened my eyes and he gave me a slight grin. "Ok," he said, as if reluctant to say as much. "Yeah, I love you." I whimpered and pressed a hand to his chest. His smile broadened and I asked if he really meant it. He rolled his eyes and smirked, holding up a hand, replying, "I said it, didn't I?" I grinned and leaned up to kiss him. He put his hand to the back of my head and pushed his tongue into my mouth. Then our hands found each other's cocks and we began stroking in unison. I pushed Tony down on his back, slipping my legs over him, and guiding his cock to my asshole. Then I remembered he wasn't wearing a condom. I looked down and asked if he had any more. He shook his head, saying no, he had used the last one on me. I thought for a moment, and then grinned and asked if he wanted to knock me up. In prison lingo, that means fuck me without a condom. Tony's face lit up and he nodded eagerly. I pushed myself off him and reached for his jar of Vaseline. It's not a very good lubricant for sex, but it's all we had at the time. I rubbed some all over his cock, and then reached back and dabbed a little around my asshole. Then I brought my leg over him and reached down for his cock. I slowly sat back onto it and relaxed my asshole. As he entered me, he put his hands on my hips and gently thrust his cock upward. We both moaned softly. When he was firmly inside me, I began rocking up and down on him. It felt really different without a condom. And I know he noticed the difference, too. Tony was smiling from ear to ear, as I bounced up and down on his hard cock. He arched his back, pushing deeply into my body, and we both groaned at the same time. "...aw fuck..." he cried. After a few more thrusts, his breathing started to come more rapidly. He was going to cum soon. I began bouncing faster, jacking my own cock at the same time. And when I was about to shoot my load, I pushed my ass down hard onto his cock, stabbing it as deep into me as I could get it. "OH SHIT!" he gasped, and then I felt his cock spasm inside me. I frantically beat on my cock, gasping and crying out, unconcerned if anyone heard us mating. My balls clenched hard against my body and the tight spring inside my cock was suddenly released. A long, heavy stream of thick white cum sprayed out in front of me, splattering across his heavy chest. With each pulse, my anus squeezed Tony's cock tightly and he moaned in response. I could feel him depositing his cum deep inside my bowels. I was bouncing up and down on him, smiling, my eyebrows held high, and my lungs gasping for air. Sex had never been so good. Tony opened his eyes, and as my asshole sucked on his cock, he grunted hoarsely, "Aw fuck, yeah, baby. Aw fuck, I love you." I fell forward onto his chest, and our mouths opened. We kissed hard, sucking on each other's tongue. We laid there for a long time kissing, his cock still very hard and buried inside me. My own cock was now rigid once more and I sat up, kneading his hard pecs with my fingers. We both smiled. I didn't need to say anything, as he knew what I wanted. He began thrusting his hips upward again, and I closed my eyes and sighed happily. A few minutes later, we both ejaculated at the same time. I accepted my new role as his girlfriend and, to be honest, I enjoyed it. He treated me just like I was a woman and, over time, I found myself acting more effeminate with him. It wasn't a conscious display on my part, however. It was as if my mind and body were acting on instinct. Tony was the dominant male and I was being submissive to him. For a while there, it worried me a little. Even though I enjoyed having sex with him; even though I felt good every time he held me in his arms and kissed me; I knew I wasn't gay. A few times, when Tony wasn't around, I'd try to arouse myself by thinking of women, but it did nothing for me. On the other hand, when I thought of him on top of me, driving into my asshole, my cock would instantly spring to life. I loved feeling him cum inside me. I loved tasting his cum, lapping my tongue all around the engorged head of his cock. But like everything else in prison, there's not much you can do about it, so you might as well accept it and make the best of a bad situation. After being in prison for a year and a half, although I still hated being there, time seemed to pass more readily, now that I was in a relationship with Tony. It really helps a lot when you have something to keep your mind off where you are. You don't stare at the calendar as much. I suppose that's one more reason I liked being with him: he made my time there more bearable. Sometimes he'd do little things for me; token gestures that a boyfriend might do for his girlfriend. In the outside world, these things might seem silly, even laughable, but in prison, they actually carried a lot more weight and meaning. For Christmas, he bought me my own mirror and a tube of KY. He'd been letting me borrow his mirror for the longest time and, like a true boyfriend, he would act like it was a terrible bother when I asked if I could use it. But he'd hand it to me, trying hard to pretend he was very disturbed by my request. I'd giggle and blow him a kiss, and then he'd smile. Money is hard to come by in prison, so when he bought me those things, it really was a generous act on his part. He could have just as easily spent that money on cigarettes or other items for himself, but instead he spent it on me. And when he handed them to me, as I sat on his bunk with my eyes closed, I almost started crying when I saw them. I threw my arms around him and hugged him, planting kisses all over his face. He acted embarrassed and tried to push me away. I couldn't wait for lights out that night so we could try the KY. And when we did use it, it made sex so much more sensitive and erotic for the both of us. I couldn't thank him enough. Inmates of a Kind We'd been together for a little over two years now, and one day the guards came around and said they were shuffling prisoners to different cells. That wasn't unusual, as the prison population fluctuated from time to time. I was sitting on Tony's bunk and we exchanged nervous glances. He stood up, wiping his hands on his slacks, and asked if we would be separated. The guard looked down at me, and then to Tony. He knew we were a couple. That's one thing I'll say on behalf of the guards: they might not have understood what it was like to be an inmate, but a lot of them accepted how our world operated. The guard shrugged, saying we could stay together, if we wanted. Tony looked down at me with a smile. I set my mirror in my lap and said, pretending I wasn't sure about it, "Well... I dunno. I'll have to think about it, I guess." I glanced up at Tony and he was frowning. In fact, he almost looked angry. I reached out and playfully slapped his leg, saying, "Just kidding. Geesh." A wave of relief seemed to come over him. As it turned out, since we didn't want to be separated, we didn't have to move. That was just as well because moving in prison, as in the outside world, can be a royal pain in the ass. We were happy where we were. For my twenty-first birthday, Tony gave me what amounted to the surprise of my life. That night, when the lights went out, we put up our curtain as usual and began kissing and fondly each other. I was about to go down on him, when he pushed me down onto my back and slowly lowered his mouth to my cock. My eyes went wide in disbelief, and I groaned loudly when I felt his tongue swirl around my sensitive cock. I was moaning, gently thrusting my cock in his mouth, softly whispering his name. And when I warned him that I was about to cum, he sucked harder. I closed my eyes tightly, holding onto his head with both hands, and grimaced hard as I came in his mouth. Tony gagged a little, but kept sucking. And when I had emptied my balls into his mouth, he sat upright, wiping his lips and frowning. Then I saw him close his eyes and swallow hard. He had a disgusted look on his face, and then he crawled off the bed and went to the sink to rinse his mouth out. When he came back, I was trying not to laugh, as he crawled over me and laid down. "Jesus Christ, that's disgusting," he muttered. I giggled and slapped a hand to his chest and kissed him. And as our kiss broke, I smiled and said, "Just takes some gettin' use to." He shook his head quickly, saying that was the first and only blowjob he'd ever give me. To show my appreciation, I pushed him down onto his back, mounting his hard cock, and sighed happily as I rode him, thanking him for a wonderful birthday present. What he did for me was nearly unthinkable. I was his "girlfriend". They're the ones that give blowjobs and get fucked. A "boyfriend" never gives head or lets his "girlfriend" fuck him. Never. Then one day I received a letter from the courts. I was being transferred to a minimum security state prison farm within the week. I sat down on Tony's bunk staring at the letter. He asked me what it said and I handed it to him. I looked at him and almost started crying; partly because I would be leaving him and partly because I was that much closer to freedom. The last six months of my sentence was to be served on the farm and, with good behavior, I might get early parole and that time could be shortened considerably. Tony, on the other hand, had two more years of a seven-year sentence to serve. He wouldn't be eligible for a transfer to the state farm for at least another year. As he handed the letter back to me, I thought I could make out his hands trembling. "Well," he said, trying to look on the bright side. "Guess you'll be gettin' out sooner than you thought." I folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. Then I crawled up and laid next to him, holding his arm tightly. For the next four days, we made no secret of our love for one another. We kissed openly and held hands all the time. In our cell, I slept on his bunk with him, and we had amazing sex for hours at a time during the night. We were inseparable and couldn't keep our hands off each other. On my last night with him, I cried in his arms, as we laid naked on his bunk. He was gently stroking my cock, keeping me nice and hard; trying to make me feel good. We kissed passionately and even 69'd for the first time. He rimmed me for the first time, as well. And, for the first time, we had sex in the open. I stood in front of the wall across from our bunks, leaning over and placing my hands flat against the wall, pushing out my ass for him. He came up from behind, sliding his cock deep into me, and held onto my hips, as we fucked long and hard. My cock bounced and throbbed between my legs, sticking straight out from my body. And when he came inside me, it triggered my own orgasm and I threw my head back, painting the wall and floor with my cum. An hour before the lights were to come on, Tony and I was lying next to each other, kissing and hugging and stroking our aching cocks. We had fucked and sucked all night long. He pulled my face to his and kissed me, and said he had one last thing he wanted to give me. I gently caressed his cheek, saying he'd given me more than enough, but he insisted. He had me sit up and started stroking my cock. When I was sufficiently erect, he turned around and leaned forward, pushing his chest to the mattress. His ass was sticking straight up in front of me. I scooted up behind him and carefully pushed my cock against his anus. He grunted a few times, but when I was finally inside, he relaxed his asshole and allowed me to slip in further. I slowly fucked him for a long time. It was the first time in over three years I'd actually been the one doing the fucking. I closed my eyes and smiled, marveling at the tightness of another man's asshole around my cock. No pussy could even come close in comparison. Now I understood why Tony liked it so much. When I at last came inside of him, I'm sure there wasn't much to offer. We had fucked and sucked so much that night, by the time we had reached this point neither of us could hardly ejaculate anything more than a tiny dribble of cum. But it still felt really good. And in prison, that's what counts: feeling good. You search for it wherever you can find it and take it any way you can. A few hours later, the guard came for me and gave me a cardboard box to put my personal belongings in. As I set my stuff inside the box, Tony was standing next to me watching in silence. And when everything was packed away, I stood up and looked at the guard. He gestured for me to come out of the cell, and when I leaned down to pick up the box, Tony put his hand on my arm. I looked up at him and it almost appeared as if he were going to cry. I set the box down and stepped up to him. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me close, kissing me deeply. My hand instinctively reached between his legs, and I moaned into his mouth when I found his solid erection. That's how you show love in a prison: a hard cock. The guard told us to knock it off, and as our kiss parted, I gave Tony's cock a gentle squeeze and he smiled. Then I picked up my box and walked out. Two days later, I arrived at the farm. Security was minimum here and the atmosphere much more relaxed and not as threatening. Somehow I had managed to survive prison. I was assigned duties around the farm, most of which I found more pleasure in than when I worked at the prison laundry where I was constantly hot and sweaty. My bunkmate was a kid named Dave. He was eighteen and was doing two months on the farm for racking up a pretty lengthy DUI record. He'd been there for less than a week when I arrived, and I could see in him a lot of myself when I first arrived at prison. I had some sympathy for him, but to be honest, not much. Although I came to understand inmates, I didn't have much sympathy for them. Most of them were grossly idiotic, even borderline functionally, if not socially, retarded. Few of them had a high school diploma, and I could count on one hand the number that had a college degree. That ought to tell you something about the importance of having an education. Dave knew I had just arrived from the state prison and I told him all about it. I didn't tell him about Tony, though. That was none of his business. In a way, I tried to scare him straight. I told him what prison was like and it seemed to scare the hell out of him. He clung to me pretty close those first few weeks and I was starting to have a better understanding of how I must have appeared to Tony. And I actually came to like being the dominant one in the relationship. One day, Dave and I had finished a work detail early and were allowed to return to the dormitory sooner than usual. Like I said, it was a lot more relaxed there on the farm. We'd been cleaning out a sheep barn most of the day, so we smelled pretty bad. We went to our bunk, grabbed our towels, and headed for the showers. Inside, we stripped and went to separate showerheads. He was talking about home, his girlfriend, his car; just a bunch of dumb shit I really wasn't interested in. He was standing a few feet from me washing his body and talking non-stop. I'd glance at him now and then, checking him out, and getting that familiar feeling between my legs; the same one I always felt when I was in the showers with Tony. Dave was rinsing the soap off his face, and when he opened his eyes to continue talking to me, his eyes got wide. I was facing him, running my fingers through my hair, and my cock was pointing straight out at him. My heart was racing, but I gave a calm outward appearance. He turned away nervously, his chatter coming to abrupt stop. I talked to him, trying to keep him looking in my direction. I could see his hands trembling, as he tried to work a bar of soap on his arms and chest. Then he dropped the soap. He glanced at me nervously, and it was so funny, so clichéd, I wanted to burst out in laughter. Instead, I let my hand come down to my cock and began slowly stroking myself in front of him. His eyes glanced down, and then darted away. He cautiously bent his knees down, obviously trying to avoid bending over, and picked up the soap. Then he resumed washing himself and I attempted to keep him talking. He was making an effort not to face me so, growing tired of this game of cat and mouse, I simply turned off my shower and stepped over to his. Dave nearly jumped out of his skin, when he felt me come up behind him. His body was shaking, and I gently ran my fingers down his arms. "First time?" I whispered. He didn't answer, only glancing quickly over his shoulder, and then looking away just as fast. I carefully brought my hands to his ass, and he jerked away. I quickly grabbed him by the waist, pulling him close to me, my cock pressing into the crack of his ass. "We can do it the easy way," I whispered. "Or the hard way. Doesn't matter to me. And I don't care if you tell the guards. I'll just get another six months here. Understand?" Dave didn't say anything, so I pulled him closer. He felt my cock and quickly nodded. "Good boy," I said. "Hand me the shampoo." He reached for the bottle on the shower shelf in front of him, nearly dropping it, his hands shaking so nervously. I took it from him, flipping the top open, and squirt a generous amount in my hand. Then I flipped the lid shut and handed him the bottle. As he placed it back on the shelf, I stepped back a few inches and began lathering up my cock. When it seemed lubricated enough, I placed my hand on his back and pushed him forward. "Oh God," he cried. "God, c'mon, Mark. God, don't do this." I chuckled, replying, "Christ, Dave, just shut up and enjoy it. It ain't gonna kill ya." I pushed him forward more and had him spread his feet. Then I told him to bend slightly at the knees. When he did that, it opened the crack of his ass. I ran a soaping finger up from his balls to his cunt and carefully wiggled the tip of my finger inside. I could feel his asshole tighten, but forced my finger inside. When just the tip was in up to the first knuckle, I hooked my finger and gave him a few gentle tugs upward to loosen him a bit. Dave grunted and, once more, pleaded vainly for me not to take his cherry. I just ignored him and stepped up, rubbing the head of my cock up and down his crack. And when I found his hole and began pressing into it, he grimaced, tightening his asshole. I stepped back a bit and lined up again, and this time told him to squeeze out like he was taking a shit. Then I softly reminded him we could do it the easy way or the hard way; it was up to him. With my cock pressing against his rectum, I felt his body relax, and when he exhaled, I began pushing into him. Dave's head shot up and he howled, as the head of my cock crowned into him. And when I was in far enough that I wouldn't slip out, I grabbed onto his hips, tossed my head back, and pulled him back onto my cock. We both cried out; him in pain at having anal sex for the first time and me in ecstasy. I grinned happily, as I slowly plowed into him. Dave continued to moan, but after a few minutes, I could sense a change in his tone. He had his hands on his knees and was arching his back, pushing his ass out for me; a good ass-fucking position for standing up. I drove my cock in deeper and he moaned loudly. Then I reached around for his cock and found it sticking straight out. I smiled and gave him a few courtesy strokes. "That's it, baby," I cooed. "See? I knew you'd like it. Feels nice, doesn't it?" I was holding onto his hips, sliding my cock in and out of his once-virgin hole, and he sighed. "Ya like that, don't ya?" I moaned. Dave was holding his head back and nodded slowly. We fucked for a few minutes, and then he suddenly cried out that he was going to cum. I told him to jerk himself off and, as he did, craned my neck around so I could watch him cum. After a few hard jerks, he cried out and his cock began spitting long streams of white cum all over the wet tile floor. As he pumped his cum, his asshole contracted around my cock, sending me over the edge. I pulled on his hips and began humping against him hard. With my every thrust into his body, Dave groaned and sighed. He was really enjoying it. Then I smiled and felt my balls tighten, and then I came deep inside him. He quickly reached back with his hands. I thought he was going to push me away, but instead, he was pulling on me, trying to get me deeper inside his body. I tried to comply and pulled as hard as I could on his hips. He seemed to know what to do, and bent over further, spreading his ass wider for me. When I had finally emptied myself into him, I pulled out and he slowly rose up. His cock was still a little erect, and as I cleaned mine over under the water, I smiled and began to softly stroke his. "Not so bad now, was it?" I asked. Dave still seemed to be in shock. He was watching my hand on my cock, so I released it and turned it in his direction. "Go ahead," I said. "You can touch it." His hand slowly came out and he gingerly ran his fingers around it. We stood there for a short time, stroking each other a bit, and when the water started to turn cold, we turned it off and went over to our towels. Soon we were dressed, but Dave was still a little out of it. I tried to reassure him it didn't make him gay, but I'm not sure my words were registering with him. So there was nothing more I could do except let his mind adjust to it. This routine repeated itself over the next week. We'd finish our chores early and head back to the dormitory and have sex in the shower. And it seemed to me that, after each encounter, the next day he was just a little more eager to get done with our assigned duties. That was ok by me, too, because I really enjoyed fucking him. Even though I wasn't gay, he was a good-looking guy and had a really nice cock. At the start of our second week together, I think it became obvious to most of the guys in our dorm bay - which was more like an old military style barracks - that Dave and I were a couple. But if they weren't convinced by how much time he spent sitting with me on my bunk, or the number of times I hauled him to the latrine to suck me off, I made it very clear one evening after lights out. There was one bunk in the corner of the room that was never occupied. The reason was obvious: it was used for sex. Anyone that wanted to fuck could simply take their partner and a couple of blankets, make a curtain around the lower bunk, and they could both slip inside unseen. Of course, you could hear them well enough. If the squeaking mattress springs didn't clue you in, the moaning would. When the lights went out, I slipped off my bunk and stood up, shaking Dave in his bunk above me. He turned to me and I told him to grab his blanket and follow me. I think he knew what I had planned. He gently rolled out of his bunk, his blanket in hand, and followed me to the corner of the room. We made a curtain with our blankets, and then, out of view of the rest of the room, removed our clothes and stepped inside our makeshift cocoon. Dave and I were both very hard and we immediately began pulling on each other's cock. I leaned down and sucked on his nipples and he sighed, flicking his thumb over the tip of my wet cock and rubbing all around my piss slit. For being straight, he was really learning how to make another guy feel good. We 69'd for a while, gently probing our fingers against the other's asshole, preparing them for intercourse. When he seemed to be ready, I had him get on his hands and knees. I lubed him up with my KY, and then applied some to my cock. Then I pushed into him, and when my cock head popped inside, he moaned loudly. Out in the room, there was some soft laughter upon hearing Dave's moan. We fucked for a long time, and when I came inside him, he sprayed his load onto the towel underneath him. The unwritten rule for the sex bunk was once you came, you had to leave and make way for the next couple. But most of the guys there were fairly new and had never spent time in the state prison. There was only one guy there that had arrived with me, but he kept to himself most of the time, uninterested in fucking any of the fresh farm meat around him. That was fine by me. Over the next few weeks, when Dave wasn't around, I initiated two other young guys in the pleasures of prison sex. They, like Dave, were reluctant at first, but once they felt my cock inside their virgin assholes, they soon came to love it as much as he did. That became a bit of a problem. It seems Dave was the jealous type. He wrote to his girlfriend all the time, but he couldn't get fucked enough. He talked like a straight guy when other people were around, but when we were alone, he was just like a soft girl in my arms; cooing about how much he loved my cock, how he loved it when I shot my load deep inside him. We kissed a few times in the showers, and I did let him fuck me twice. So it almost made me feel bad one night when I slipped out of my bunk and grabbed one of my new girlfriends. As I walked past my bunk, I could see Dave watching me go by in the dark with another guy. And I have no doubt he could hear us fucking at the other end of the room. The next day, he was quiet and acted as though his feelings were hurt, but I made it up to him in the showers after we finished our chores. One night, just to see how far I could push my new dominant powers, I had all three of my girlfriends follow me into the shower where we had what amounted to an orgy. We fucked for a long time that night, switching off partners, fucking and sucking and jerking each other off. One guy from the dorm bay tried to come in and join us, but when I told him to get lost, he just stood in the doorway and jerked off while we continued to have sex. Inmates of a Kind As happened with me when I was with Tony, Dave and my other two girlfriends slowly became more effeminate as the days and weeks passed. Eventually, it got to the point where they would squabble over who got to sit next to me or who got my cum when we had group sex in the shower. And these had been very straight guys when they arrived at the farm! I know for a fact Dave and one other guy had what I thought were pretty steady girlfriends. But they were all more than happy to bend over for me and spread their tight assholes and let me fill them with my cum. It didn't bother me at all. Dave's time there finally expired, and when he left, much as I did with Tony, he was in tears. But we would soon be reunited. I was slated for early parole and would be sent to the same halfway house as him. I arrived a few weeks later and we quickly resumed our sexual relationship. Although he was free to visit his girlfriend, I noticed he began to do that less often, as our days together progressed. One night he finally told me, while kissing in the shower, that he was going to break up with her. This came as a bit of a surprise, because when I first met him, he was talking about getting a steady job once he was released and marrying her. He simply shrugged and said he liked guys more now. I kissed him, as we stroked our cocks, and then he turned and bent over for me. And when I came deep inside him, it didn't trouble me in the least that I had been the cause of their breakup. After two months in the halfway house, we were finally allowed to move out and find a place to live on our own. Dave and I both had jobs and decided to save some money by finding an apartment together. Plus it didn't hurt that we liked to fuck each other, too. Our days were very simple: we woke up, went to work, came home, and fucked for hours on end. Then we'd sleep for a few hours, wake up, and start all over again. After about a month of living together, I had stepped out one evening for beer and condoms, and when I came back to the apartment, I could hear a woman yelling inside. I walked in and found Dave and his ex-girlfriend standing in the living room screaming at each other. When she saw me, she jabbed a finger in my direction and yelled, "Is this the queer you're fuckin'?! Is this the fag that stole you from me?!" I smirked, as I walked past her to the kitchen to put the beer in the fridge. And, just to let her know I didn't give a shit what a redneck hick like her thought of me, I tossed Dave the box of condoms. He didn't know what I had tossed his way, but instinctively reached out and caught it. And when she saw what it was, Christ, did she go ape shit on him. I think her name was Krystal. Not necessarily a white trash name, but given the way she talked, her obvious lack of education, and fashion sense that seemed to lag about ten years behind the current trend, she definitely fit the bill for what you might expect to find hanging out at a professional wrestling event or truck stop. I walked over to the couch with a beer, while they continued verbally beating each other, neither of them making any kind of substantial progress in their own right. Eventually, I had to stand up and tell them, in my best phony prison "Don't fuck with me" voice, to take it outside or to the bedroom. They opted for the latter. They screaming and yelling lasted a long time, but eventually, just like in prison, I simply tuned it out and fell asleep on the couch. I don't know what time it was, but the next thing I knew, I felt someone opening the front of my jeans and pulling out my cock. Imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes and saw it was Krystal. With my rapidly rising cock in her hands, she rolled it along her chin, letting the tip of her tongue lightly lick the top. She looked up at me, the mascara around her eyes smeared from crying, and whispered softly in a sweet country voice, "Dave says you have a really hot cock." Then she lowered her mouth over my cock and began sucking. She was the first woman I'd had do this in almost four years. I didn't want to waste any more time with a damn blowjob, so I pushed her back and stood up. I grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her to the center of the living room and began ripping her clothes off. She may have been poor white trash, but she wasn't a bad looking woman at all. As I roughly pulled Krystal's clothes off, she tried to slow me down, telling me to be careful not to rip or tear anything, but that only encouraged me to not give a shit. I didn't even bother with the buttons on her shirt. I simply ripped it open and yanked it off her arms, and although she protested, she didn't seem to mind being roughed up a little. I wasn't trying to hurt her. I just wanted to get her naked as quickly as possible. And not because I didn't want Dave to catch me fucking his young bride, but because I couldn't wait to bury my cock inside her pussy. A real cunt. I grabbed the front of her bra and she tried to stop me from ripping it off, too. But I jerked it down hard, nearly sending her to the floor. When her small plump tits bounced out, I immediately began mashed my face against the closest one and sucked like a starving child. Krystal moaned loudly, holding my head to her tit as I chewed roughly on her nipple. My cock was screaming to get inside her body, so without wasting any more time, I kneeled down in front of her and began pulling her jeans down frantically. "Oh yeah, baby," she whispered hoarsely, as I pulled her to the floor, throwing her on her back. I almost forgot to take off her shoes and couldn't understand why her jeans wouldn't come off. And when I saw her soft white panties and the smooth tan skin of her young teen thighs, I felt like I was going to blow my load merely by looking at her. It certainly wasn't my hormones talking when I said she was a nice looking woman. She definitely was. And it was a good thing she was being complacent with me, because even if she hadn't been, I was going to fuck her no matter what. I jerked her jeans off her long slender legs, and then reached down yanking her panties off. And when her pussy came into view, I paused and stared at it for a long time. She was breathing hard, holding her hands to her chest and playing with her nipples. Krystal knew what I was looking at, and she slowly parted her legs. To this very day, she had the most beautiful vagina I'd ever seen. I wanted to reach out and touch it; pushed my face between her legs and suck her on her clit and bury my tongue inside her as deep as I could. But it was my cock that was in need of immediate attention. I knew, once my cock slipped inside her, that's it: I'd blow my load. So I had to be careful, if I wanted to get the maximum pleasure out of this. I scooted up between her legs and began slowly rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her slit. God, she was soaking wet. Krystal sighed when my cock head rubbed against her clit. Then she reached down, placing her hands behind her knees, and held her legs straight into the air and pulled them far apart. "Fuck me," she said with a harsh gasp. I aimed my cock right at her cunt and shoved in and didn't stop until I couldn't go any further. We both cried out and I began sweating and breathing hard. It felt like I'd already run a marathon and I had yet to pull my cock back on the outstroke. I just held it inside her for a moment, grimacing and gasping for air, holding my breath, trying desperately not to cum yet. I felt her cunt spasm around my cock and we both screamed out. And then I couldn't hold myself up any more and collapsed on top of her. Instantly, I began humping as hard as I could into her. Krystal moaned my name and wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her cunt wasn't as tight as another guy's asshole, but it felt like I was fucking a pussy for the first time. It felt amazing. I thought having Tony fuck me was the best sex I'd ever had, but I was wrong. This was it. My cock inside Krystal's body was beyond good, beyond amazing. It felt so good I started crying, as I fucked her. She felt my tears landing on her neck, and she tried to calm me down, saying I could fuck her all night and into the next day, if I wanted to. Then she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Oh God, what a world of difference! She was so soft and warm. And when I finally came inside her, it actually hurt. Every time my cock spit into her womb, a jolt of pain shot up from the tip of my cock. I thought I'd never stop ejaculating into her. By the time I finally sat up and rolled off her, I had dark red rug burns on my knees and she had a large one on the small of her back. We were both breathing hard, trying to catch our breath, when we noticed Dave standing in the hallway watching us. Krystal and I looked at each other, and then I helped her stand, picking up her clothes and mine in the process. Then we walked down the hallway to the bathroom and took a shower. Afterwards, we came back into the hallway and Dave wasn't anywhere to be found in the apartment. She and I went into my room and laid down on my futon together and kissed for a long time. And, over the next few hours, we fucked again and again; offering herself to me until my thirst was quenched. A few hours later, we forced ourselves back into the shower. Krystal went home to get ready for work and I dressed and went to my shitty job. Dave stopped by over the noon hour and wanted to talk. He was petty upset that Krystal and I had been fucking. I looked at him, saying, "Dude, you fuckin' dumped her ass. You told me yourself I don't know how many fuckin' times you were either gonna break up with the bitch or you already had." He stared at me and stammered some, trying to think of some kind of reply, but what could he say? He told her right to her face that he was breaking up with her. What the hell did he expect her to do? Stand around and twiddle her thumbs hoping maybe he'd change his mind? "You threw her away, Dave," I said angrily, stabbing a finger into his chest sharply. "Tough shit for you, if you changed your mind after the fact. And tough shit, if I found her after you dumped her ass. She ain't your fuckin' property, asswipe." And when trying to act like a tough guy with me didn't get his way, Dave tried using some tears. He told me how he had fallen in love with me and wanted to be with me, but I only stood there shaking my head. "Well, that was your fuckin' mistake, then," I said. "When the fuck did I ever say I was in love with you? I said I liked fuckin' you and that's it. Now I'm fuckin' her. Sounds to me like you're just a jealous little prick now." He was standing there crying on the sidewalk outside my work. I looked at him, shaking my head. "Dave, seriously, you need to wake the fuck up and pull your head outa your ass. Life's short, man. You and I really fucked our lives up and had to pay a pretty serious fuckin' price for it. I dunno about you, but I learned my lesson. I ain't goin' back for nothin' and I sure as hell ain't gonna spend the rest of my fuckin' life shittin' around hopin' maybe one day I'll win the lottery. Sometimes you just gotta be thankful for what you have 'cause it could always be a lot worse than you think. And if you want somethin' better, it ain't gonna come to you. You gotta go get it yourself. Ain't a person in the world owes you shit, Dave. Not me. Not Krystal. No one, but you. So stop tryin' to shove responsibility for your life onto my back, shithead, 'cause I'll knock your fuckin' teeth in, if you try it again." And with that, I turned away and walked inside the building. When I went back to the apartment that night, Dave had cleaned the place out. Everything was gone; my personal belongings, as well as his. The only thing he left behind were two garbage bags he'd dumped out in the living room, spreading the contents everywhere and smearing food all over the walls. I leaned against the front door, sliding down to the floor. This is how far my life had sunk. I was at rock bottom. An hour later, Krystal stopped by. She said she would have been there sooner, but Dave dropped by her work just long enough to call her a lying whore in front of her coworkers at the convenient store. She sat on the floor next to me crying, blubbering on about how screwed up her life was and how nothing ever seemed to work out the way she planned. If I had been like this in front of Tony, he would have laughed and told me to shut up and stop acting like a pussy boy. If it was Dave doing this in front of me, well, I already said what I told him. Prison had hardened me in way I never thought it could. I thought I'd walk in, maybe get raped a few times, hopefully not stabbed or beaten, and would walk out feeling glad to be alive. But it didn't quite work out that way. I had my freedom but nothing else. Then Krystal looked up at me; her bright blue eyes red and bloodshot, and her makeup smeared down her face. She looked awful. She looked like someone that wanted to kill herself. And I knew, that if I wasn't there with her, she probably would have. Krystal was right: her life didn't amount to a pile of shit. But seeing this beautiful young woman next to me, sharing her grief with me, gave me a renewed sense of hope. Maybe she and I could pull through this together. I hadn't known her for twenty-four hours and already I was falling deeply in love with her. The real kind of love, not the type I learned to accept in prison. Krystal had melted my heart. As we sat on the floor of that empty apartment, I reached out and pulled her into my arms. Krystal cried hard for a long time on me, as I hugged her and reassured her I would always be there and would love her forever. I helped her to her feet and led her to the bathroom. Thankfully, in his rampage to clean out the house, Dave missed the toilet paper. I turned on the faucet and used a damp wad of toilet paper to gently clean Krystal's face. And when I had removed all the makeup, she stared up at me with a blank expression; staring right into my eyes. Removed of the ephemeral social trappings, she looked beautiful; like an angel. I brushed the hair from her face, and gave her a puzzled look. "How do I know you?" I asked softly. Her head barely shook back and forth, as she gazed up at me. "I dunno," she whispered, placing her hands on my chest. I couldn't take my eyes off her face and felt my breathing becoming shallower. And as I leaned down to her, Krystal rose up on her toes, and our lips met. Something had changed in us. We wrapped our arms around each other and stood in the bathroom kissing for a long time. Nothing else. Just kissing. And when our kiss broke, we slowly opened our eyes and smiled at the same time. I felt my hardened heart crumble and my eyes began to water. A tear fell from her eye and she chuckled, wiping it away, and then reached up to do the same for me. "This isn't so bad," I whispered with a smile. Krystal grinned and slowly shook her head. "No," she replied. "It's wonderful." And then she leaned against me, and closed her eyes, as I held her in my arms, kissing her head.