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                    HOW I BECAME A FAG.IN PRISON!

Jack hated fags.  He  would have fucked up any queen  that gave him shit
or grabbed his ass let alone push 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 duded--especially  if they have the misfortune
to  be  blond and  blue-eyed--get  gang-fucked  the  fist 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.  Dindn'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 thinkin gabout  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, sniffede 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..