From: tbeck@kiva.net (TBeck)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Prison Moves
Date: Tue, 04 Jun 1996 19:44:57 -0600

			    Prison Moves
				 by
			    Mike Bentley

	Jack hated fags. He would have fucked up any queen that gave
him shit or grabbed his ass let alone pushed his face on a cock or
spread his buns for a guy's dick load. Then, he landed in prison and
all that changed.

	I used to be a normal guy. I was married, had three kids,
house in the fuckin' suburbs, even the god-damned dog. And I was
totally straight. Totally. Wouldn't let a fag swing on my cock for no
amount of money. A year ago if you'd told me I'd be in prison today
begging for a cock in my ass or down my throat, I'd have bashed your
fuckin' face in.

	Yeah, last year I hated fags - fuckin' queers, cocksuckers,
perverts. Now I'm one of them. I'm a fag, a queer, a dirty
cocksucker, a class-A pervert - happy to get down on my knees and wrap
my lips around a man's cock or spread my asscheeks to take a prick up
my shit chute.

	It all happened so fast. The bills were mounting up. Three
fuckin' kids and a cunt who thought money grew on fuckin' trees. Hell,
they cost so much to just fuckin' feed they might as well have chowed
down on dollar bills. I was working two goddamned jobs and were were
barely surviving. Then a guy I knew got me into coke dealing. I didn't
much like fuckin' around with drugs, but I needed the money.

	And wouldn't you know it, I got busted. My first decent sale -
and it was to a narc. Some fuckin' luck! But my fuckin' lawyer said
not to worry; since I had no previous record, was a good family man,
had steady work and all that shit, I'd get off with probation.
Probation, my ass. It was a goddamned election year and the fuckin'
governor was riding the law-and-order bandwagon. Everything that was
fuckin' wrong in the fuckin' world was the fault of coke dealers. So I
got ten years.

	Ten fuckin' years. Man, I wasn't here a month before my
fuckin' wife wrote me that she'd found another guy and was going to
get a divorce from me. Fuck, I got into drugs to support her and the
kids, and then the bitch won't even stick by me.

	Prison is shit. The cells are filthy, the food is terrible,
the guards are champion assholes. And most of the guys here are as
queer as fuckin' three dollar bills.

	I'd heard that there was a lot of fag stuff going on in
prison, but until I got here, I didn't realize how bad it was. Only
one out of every ten guys doesn't mess around. The rest of them are
either wolves or punks, either they give it or they take it.

	I'm a guy who can take care of myself. At 6'2", 230 lbs., I
look like one tough mother, so for the first couple of months I was
here, nobody bothered me. Slim, young dudes - especially if they have
the misfortune to be blond and blue-eyed - get gang-fucked the first
day of their "residence" and generally spend the rest of their
sentence serving as some wolf's sex slave.

	But I never could keep a level head where sex was concerned.
I've always been a horny bastard, and the thing that really drove me
crazy about prison was the lack of cunt. Life in prison is fuckin'
boring so a lot of my time was spent beatin' my meat.

	So one night I was in my bed whacking off my hard cock.
thinking about fuckin' a hot pussy. Didn't take me long before I shot
my wad.

	"Enjoy yourself, Jack?" It was my cellmate, Frank.

	"Shut the fuck up, man."

	"Hate to see that nice load of cum go to waste."

	"I've told you a hundred fuckin' times, man, that I ain't
gonna have nothing to do with you queers."

	"And I've told you a hundred fuckin' times, man, that you've
only begun your time in here. One of these years, you'll get tired of
using your hand. You and I could have a good time. Be good buddies.
Fair is fair, you know. You fuck me and I fuck you."

	"Go to hell. I'm no fag."

	"Yeah, man, I know. But I bet my mouth could make your cock
feel real good. Shit, there ain't no difference between a man and a
woman when it comes to cocksucking."

	I just lay there for a while thinking about what Frank had
said. He was right in a way. But to me it seemed pretty disgusting. I
might like to have his mouth on my joint, but no way I'd let him fuck
me in the ass. Hell, it's unnatural for men to dick each other that
way.

	The next morning I woke up with a raging hard-on. I reached
down to jerk myself off, but then something snapped in my head. Why
the fuck should I jerk-off when Frank was eager to blow me? I'd feed
that fruit my cum and if he tried to dick my ass, I'd beat the piss
out of him. turn that son-of-a-bitch into my own personal suck boy.
Get my cock taken care of whenever I wanted to. Yeah, that would make
my stay here a little nicer.

	Frank wasn't in the cell. He worked in the kitchen so he had
to get up earlier than I did. When I went down to chow, I saw him and
gave him a wink.

	"Figured out that I was right?" he said with a smirk.

	"Yeah, I guess so."

	"So we got ourselves a date tonight," he said and grabbed
between his legs.

	I nodded "yes," but I was determined that I'd never get fucked
or put my mouth on some queer's dick.

	I went to my job in the laundry. All day long I was thinking
about Frank. His mouth would sure feel good on my dick. I wondered
what it would be like to throw a fuck into a queer's ass. I guess it
would be a bit like plugging a real tight cunt. But Frank's asshole
had probably been fucked so often that it would be like fucking my
wife's big ol' sloppy pussy.

	Finally the work day was over. After dinner I went back to the
cell. I was going to get my rocks off, get rid of the big load I'd
been carrying around with me all day.

	Frank was there waiting for me. We waited until lock-up time.
I was sitting on my bunk when Frank came up to me and put his rough
lips to mine. I pulled back.

	"What's the matter, man? I thought you were ready for some
action."

	"Ya never said nothin' about kissin'. Suckin' and fuckin' is
one thing, but I ain't never gonna kiss a queer."

	"Okay, hard ass, I'll give you what you want. But then I'm
gonna fuck you, right?"

	"Sure, just like we agreed to." Like hell, I thought, You
ain't never gonna get your cock in me, faggot.

	Frank knelt down in front of me. The thought that he'd be
sucking my cock made me a little sick. God, I hated fags, but my
hardening cock obviously had a different opinion of them. Well, all
right, a blowjob's a blowjob. I'd just close my eyes and think about
some beautiful chick going down on my rod.

	I felt my zipper being pulled down. My prick was dying to ge
out and into a warm mouth. I wanted to grab Frank's head and force my
cock down his queer throat. But then I decided not to. Didn't want him
to think I was anxious for him to suck me. Wanted him to believe I was
doing him a big favor. Yeah, letting a fruit go to town on my cock. A
queer should be grateful if a man lets him suck his cock.

	But I figured I'd be a nice guy and make it a little easy for
him so I lifted myself up a little so he could pull my pants down.
Might as well get sucked good. The fuckin' cocksucker didn't waste no
time. Shit, the queer buried his nose in my pubic hair and started
sniffing like my crotch sweat was perfume. Frank was queerer than I
thought.

	One thing I'll give the pervert credit for: he knew how to
suck cock. The queer began by licking my cock all over. It was gross
seeing his tongue slobbering all over my cock, but it sure as shit
felt good. I knew he was just teasing. The faggot wanted to spend a
lot of time worshipping my meat, but I wanted him to get down to
business.

	"Fuck this shit, man, I want my cock sucked, not played with.
If you can't do no better, I might as well jerk-off."

	That got Frank charged up. He swallowed my cock like he was a
human vacuum cleaner. It felt fuckin' great. I tried to choke back my
moans of pleasure - didn't want to put on a show for him, he was the
one supposed to put on a show for me. But a few little groans slipped
past my clenched teeth anyway so the fag knew I liked what he was
doing to my cock.

	Shit, Frank was giving me the best suck of my life. My fuckin'
wife hated to suck my cock. If that bitch so much as let her tongue
touch my dick, she thought she was doing me the biggest fuckin' favor
in the world. But now I had a queer going to work on me and he was
happy to get my cock.

	I was gonna try to hold off shooting for as long as possible.
I wanted Frank to work for my load. But he was just too gaddamned
good. Just a couple of minutes of his mouth on my cock and I knew I
was gonna go off. I told him I was about ready to shoot, thinking
he'd want to get my cock out of his mouth before I dumped in it. But
that cocksucker just kept on giving me head. Hell, I figured, I guess
he really does want to swallow cum. I couldn't believe it. Yeah, sure,
he'd talked about how he hated to see cum wasted, but letting a guy
shoot his stuff in your mouth - that's really disgusting. I hoped he
knew what he was asking for. Didn't want him to puke all over me. But
fuck, he was a queer, if he barfed, he'd probably want to lick that up
too.

	So I just let my load explode in his mouth. Goddamned if that
cocksucker didn't swallow every drop if it. Shit, that fuckin' fag
didn't want to let my cock out of his mout. He just kept suckin' me
until I had to push him off. "Fuck you, Frank," I said, "you got my
load, all of it, give me a rest."

	You'll never guess what that fag did next. He thanked me for
letting him suck me off. He told me what a beautiful cock I had and
how sweet my cum tasted. Shit, that was the sickest part of this whole
sick scene. I finally had to tell him to shut the fuck up.

	"Sure, man, but now it's my turn. Spread your asscheeks, baby,
and get ready to get fucked."

	"No way, you queer. Fuckin' punk. No way."

	"We had a deal, man."

	"Ain't you learned never to trust con?"

	"Yeah, man. I've learned that. I thought you were different. I
really did. Thought you and I could be good buddies."

	"Well, you were wrong, punk. You're gonna suck my cock
whenever I want it. And if I wanna fuck you, you'll hurry up to drop
your pants and bend over."

	"Looks like we got ourselves a fairy here, Joe."

	Fuck, The guards! They heard me!

	"Think you're right, Marty. Frank told us he had a queer for a
cellmate. Guess it just goes to show that you can't tell a queer by
looks alone. Jack looked like a regular guy to me."

	"That's the kind you gotta watch out for. Jack's probably
waiting to get Frank's cock up his ass. We better watch to be sure
Jack gets what he wants."

	"Hell, yeah, but if Frank ain't in the mood for that, looks
like Jack will be spending some time in solitary. It just ain't right
to have a normal guy like Frank living in a cell with a fuckin'
queer."

	Christ, I was plenty nervous now. That asshole Frank had set
me up. Fuck, I fucked myself again. And this time I was gonna realy
get fucked.

	One of the guards said, "Jack make it easy for yourself. Just
bend over the bed. Take it like a man."

	I was like a fuckin' robot. Nothing like this had ever
happened to me before. I was powerless. All I could do was follow the
orders given to me.

	Frank pulled down his pants. Hell, this was gonna hurt. I
braced myself for an onslaught of pain, but instead I heard Frank's
voice whispering in my ear.

	"It didn't have to be like this, Jack. We could have had it
nice together. We could have been buddies. Good buddies."

	"We can still be buddies, Frank. Just like you wanted. We'll
be good buddies."

	"No, Jack, we can never be good buddies. I'm sorry. I'm really
sorry."

	With one tremendous lunge, Frank shoved the entire length of
his cock up my ass. I screamed in agony. The pain was excruciating.

	"Sounds like Frank hit himself a home run," I heard one of the
guards say.

	Frank started to fuck me. And he wasn't taking it easy, but
ramming his cock deep into my bowels. He'd withdraw almost all the
way, giving me some relief, but then he'd thrust his cock back in
hard. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, hoping that some of
the pain shooting through my ass would stop. But it was no use. It
hurt so fuckin' much that tears started streaming down my face. I was
begging Frank to take it easy, but he'd just speed up whenever I
whimpered for him to slow down. Decided that the best thing I could do
was shut up and pray he'd finish soon.

	I was in such agony that I didn't notice it at first, but my
cock was hard. Shit, I was getting fucked in the ass like a dirty fag,
and my cock was liking it. I reached down to grab hold of my cock, but
Frank slapped my hand away.

	"You come when I tell you to, not before. Good fuck boys don't
play with their dicks while they are getting fucked. And I'm gonna
make you a real good fuck boy."

	I must have been out of my mind, but I heard myself telling
Frank to fuck me harder!

	Frank laughed. "So you're getting to like it already. Didn't
take much to turn you out, punk."

	I didn't know what Frank was talking about. And I didn't care.
I just wanted him to fuck me!

	"Here it comes, faggot. Here comes my load up your ass. Take
it, take it!"

	I felt Frank's cock spasm inside of me. Shit, it felt like a
quart of hot cream was flowing into my ass. My cock jerked wildly, and
the next thing I knew I'd shot off without even touching myself.
Frank's cock had fucked my cum out of me.

	"Hey, Frank, how 'bout time you finished up with the queer.
Let the punk know you're the boss."

	Those fuckin' guards! They really loved watching me get
fucked. They were probably queer too. Bet they wished Frank had fucked
them. But no, he'd fucked me! I'd gotten his cum. I was...

	Shit, what was happening? My ass was on fire! I felt like I
was being given an enema. What the fuck was going on?

	"Looks like Frank won't have to use the toilet tonight, Joe."

	"Why should he? He's got a piss pot he can take with him
wherever he goes."

	Jesus Christ! Frank was going up my ass. That bastard was
gonna make me into a real queer!

	When Frank finally pulled his cock out of my ass, he and the
asshole guards got a good laugh out of me making a bee-line for the
shitter.

	"Looks like the show's over for tonight," the guard named
Marty said.

	"Yeah," said Frank, "Thanks for your help, guys. I figured
Jack might try to double-cross me. Needed some insurance."

	"Anytime, Frank. That stuff still scheduled to come in
tomorrow?"

	"Far as I know. I'll be giving you guys a little extra for
your help tonight."

	"Great, man. You gonna be fuckin' your punk tomorrow?"

	"Don't know. Next time he wants it, he's gonna have to beg me
for it."

	That was a fuckin' joke. If Frank thought I'd beg him to fuck
me, he had shit from brains.

	A couple of weeks passed. Frank didn't say a word about sex. I
knew what he was waiting for. He was waiting for me to bring it up. No
way. I wasn't no queer. I wasn't gonna ask him for sex.

	Frank had been in prison for twenty years so I should have
realized that time meant nothing to him. He knew that if he waited
long enough, I'd come around. And damned if he wasn't right.

	"God, I'm fuckin' horny. Think you could help me out, Frank?"

	"Maybe. If you ask nice."

	"Well, I thought maybe you and me could... "

	"Could what?"

	"Could do what we did the last time. You know."

	"You wanna get fucked?"

	"Oh hell, okay, I'll say it. That's what you want, ain't it? I
wanna get fucked. I want you to fuck me."

	"You beggin me to fuck you?"

	"Yeah, I'm begging for it. I'm begging you to fuck me."

	"Well, what do you know? You hear that, guys?"

	"Sure did, Frank."

	I turned around suddenly. Marty and Joe, the two guards, had
slipped into the cell. Shit, they knew I was queer now!

	"We got company, punk. Now, before I fuck your queer ass, I
want you to suck off our two visitors. Make 'em feel real good."

	Fuck, I couldn't do that! Sucking cock was real fag stuff.
Fuckin' disgusting.

	"Looks like Frank's punk is having trouble deciding which of
us he wants to suck first, Marty."

	"I'll help him out," Marty said. "My load's about ready to pop
anyway. Just thinking about this punk's sweet mouth slicking up my
dick has me hard. C'mon over here, honeyboy, and take care of my
dick."

	I was still hesitant. It seemed so gross to me. Taking a cock
in my mouth. I was getting sick to my stomach just thinking about it."

	"Frank, I thought you had your punk trained better than this.
He ain't being very polite. I asked him real nice to suck my cock, but
he's not swinging on it yet."

	Frank grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to his. "You
begged for my cock, asshole. But you ain't gonna get it until you suck
these guys off. So I suggest you get busy."

	Shit, Frank had me. I wanted his cock in my ass so badly.
Wanted to feel him pounding my hole, churning up my guts, making me
good and hot. And I was gonna have to work to get what I wanted. I
knelt in front of Marty.

	"That's better, punk. Now un-zip me and take my cock out."

	Marty's cock stood straight out from his body. Shit, I'd never
seen a cock that close to my face before. It looked enormous. I knew
I'd never get that thing all the way in my mouth.

	"Stop admiring it, punk, and start sucking it."

	I wrapped my lips around Marty's huge cockhead. I thought it
would taste horrible, but it didn't really have much of a taste at
all. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. I sucked at the head, letting my
tongue twirl around it.

	"Fuck no, shitface, you ain't taking the easy way out. All the
way down on my cock. Get going."

	My lips crept down Marty's shaft. I got about half of it in my
mouth. The head was at the entrance to my throat. I bobbed up and
down on it, hoping I'd get him off. I knew I'd never be able to take
all of his cock, but I hoped he'd be satisfied with what I was doing.

	I was wrong.

	"Having some problems, punk? That's okay. I'll help you."

	Marty wrapped his hands around my head and with one tremendous
lunge he pushed the entire length of his cock into me. I felt his
pubic hair against my nose and I started to gag.

	"Good, punk, choke on it."

	He started to fuck my face just like he was screwing a pusssy.
It felt like I was going to throw up. I was gagging like hell, but
that didn't stop Marty. He just fucked my face until I heard him
groaning deeply.

	Fuck, no, no! He was cumming! He was cumming in my mouth! I
tried desperately to get away from him. But it was no use. He had me
locked in an iron-like grip. His cock was all the way down my throat
and he was shooting his jusm into me!

	I thought I'd pass out. I couldn't breathe! I was dying!

	Finally, Marty pushed me off his cock.

	"Not too bad, asshole. But you still got a lot to learn about
cocksucking. But Joe here is all set to give you lesson number two."

	Joe's cock looked twice as big as Marty's. My throat was numb.
Tears clouded my ears. Snot ran out of my nose. Saliva dripped over my
lips. I crawled over to Joe.

	Yeah, I sucked Joe's cock. Swallowed his cum. They'd broken
me. They knew it. I knew it. I couldn't fight anymore.

	Then it was Frank's turn to use me. He knew I wanted him to
fuck my ass, but he wasn't going to give me what I wanted right away.
I was his queer-boy now - his punk, his fag. Queer-boys do what they
are told. I was told to lick his work boots. I did it. I did it
eagerly.

	I sucked Frank's balls, sniffed his armpits, licked his
asshole. I did all the fag stuff I thought I'd never do. And I loved
it.

	Frank was good to his word. Finally, I was allowed to bend
over, grab my ankles, and receive my man's cock in my ass.

	Thank you, good buddy, thank you.

	That was what I thought about last night. I got off twice to
it. Not nice stuff. Not nice at all. But it got my cum flowing. That's
all that matters, right?

	Tonight I'm thinking about... more... much more...