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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..