Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2007 12:18:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Maiyeko Singi <m.singi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fallin In

Title: Falling In
Author: Maiyeko Singi
Description: An inmate gets a new cellie
Contact: m.singi@yahoo.com
Category: Gay/Prison


I'd fallen into house around 11 just after a late
breakfast and helping out on the ward. My hours on the
medical shift had decreased a lot after a situation
with the doctor, and the riots due to heightened
security. Units 14, 15, and 17 having been segregated,
no longer had rec time together so that made for fewer
fights. For a while, it seemed like I was doing
nothing other than prepping injuries. The time I spent
with the prisoners on watch had been cut in half.

Author was prisoner number 145896D. When I started,
he'd been on watch for seven months but his condition
hadn't changed. Most in the program lasted only eight
weeks before it became obvious that the true reason
for them being there was to die. Author had been
arrested on a string of petty crimes like theft and
breaking and entering, but like so many of us without
the right attorney, he'd ended up on the farm. He was
young, more cute than handsome, and more soft than
rugged - a boy like him never had a chance in this
place. It wasn't long before the taunts started, his
first day in fact. By the third night an older
gentleman in his 50's approached him on the yard and
told him to transfer into his house. "You just be
sweet to me" he'd said "and no one will bother you."
Jackson was an old lifer and knew the game. No one
would mess with him because of his age and two because
he had connections for getting in the best shit from
the outside. Fuck with Jackson and he'd fuck with your
supply. Through that, he'd established himself as a
man.

For whatever reason, Jackson had propositioned Author
to crash in his place. There was something that he'd
found attractive and wanted to protect. Jackson had
never taken a wife so it was something of a surprise
that he'd considered it. Maybe like me he'd just
started feeling lonely. With the question being out,
inmates backed off and Author had gained a false sense
of security. I'd seen him before he'd come to the ward
but he wasn't someone I'd take a second look at. After
a month, when no move was made to settle in with
Jackson, Renaldo Padella made a different proposition
and Author became a sperm bank for most of the men on
unit 17.

It's hard to not feel sorry. The guy came into the
system young and played tough, but was too cute for
his own good. What he failed to realize was that it
didn't matter how tough he was, he needed someone on
his side, and guys like him rarely got to choose who'd
have their backs. A typical story in this place, so it
is of no consequence.


Around 2, some of the brothers from unit 14 braved the
cold for rec and took to the courts. Their game of
B-ball tended to get pretty intense and I wanted in
figuring it was a good way to clear my head. I was
being guarded by Jimmy the Jam who had the meanest
cock on the block. "Better watch your ass College, I'd
hate to make you my bitch!" Jam always liked to get in
real close to intimidate other players with what he
was packing. That bulge was always a prominent
spectacle in our scrub like uniforms, especially since
we only wore boxers or nothing at all underneath.
Briefs for whatever reason, were not allowed.

I faked Jam with a turn to the right, broke out left
and twisted around to drop a 3 pointer. Swoosh.
Pading, pading, the ball bounced under the net having
caught nothing but air. I got in a few more shots like
that despite the distraction of Jams cock constantly
riding my ass. Admittedly I had a thing about his cock
rubbing against me on the sly, a few times I'd called
out because I'd almost gotten hard. He was testing me
because I'd let him cross a boundary in the past. Jam
was mean and calculating, the kind of men I'd been
around for so long at that point a part of me had
accepted it as the way men were supposed to be. Jimmy
was the total opposite of Author, one was someone a
mother could love, the other someone you just fucked,
though getting fucked in here, is really not much of
an option at all if anyone ever finds out.

Jam played the macho shit pretty hard and got far too
aggressive for a yard game with nothing on the table -
lucky for me because I was pretty low on smokes and my
team lost. After that, some of the players hit the
showers and I went back to fall in at my place to make
sure the new cellie hadn't arrived early and decided
to go through my shit. Just to be certain, I
straightened things up and rolled most of my reads
back to my side of the room. I also had a box of
snacks, with a couple of emergency smokes, and a small
jar of hair oil tucked away at the bottom just in case
I was ever included in a lockdown and couldn't get
commissary. That box was worth fighting for.

A convict often carried his life in a cigar box.
Pictures, smokes, dope, and hair product which doubled
as lube. Mine hadn't been used except for solo
sessions which I'd had time to enjoy since my last
cellie had been transferred to Beaumont. I was happy
that he'd left. They always seemed to pair me with
obnoxious Bush loving country boys that talked
constantly about pussy. The last guy would never shut
up about the snatch, the more I tried to block him
out, the more he wanted to get in my face about it.
He'd even gone so far as to pull out his cock and call
me a faggot one night. "You must like dick or
something. You gonna be my Black Bitch!"

He spent a few days on the ward after that.

When the guards had asked what happened to him I told
them he must have fell. There was no contradiction to
my version of the event, so they took him away
laughing knowing full well what had happened. Lucky
for me, I was in good with enough of them and could
get away with shit. A lot of recruits were students
and knew I'd done `College' as they called me. After
that incident, part of me wished I'd have just kicked
his ass earlier and more often just to get some
privacy and to shut him up. He'd put up a little
fight, which made my dick hard so I could see there
was no way he could be the man of any house. For the
most part at least, he never pushed me over the edge
again and respected a certain boundary of disrespect.
Still, the problem was that I despised the prison
culture of gender.

It must have been about three months after that I
noticed all his talk about pussy had subsided. At
first I didn't make anything of it, figuring that he'd
either willingly gotten dicked, or was dicking
someone. Since he was in my place, I thought none of
the brothers would mess with him, even Renaldo Padella
as notorious as he was for taking some White ass
wasn't going to fuck with someone staying in another
man's house. I hadn't considered just how much of a
prick Jimmy the Jam was.

I forget exactly when it happened, but I'd came back
to find Jam fucking the literal shit out of country
boy. He must have been used to the size of Jam's cock
by then because he wasn't yelling out, or trying to
get away. Just taking it. I was pissed not because Jam
was ramming him, but because it was against the code,
against the status I'd built, and stunk up the fucking
cage. You don't fuck a "Man's" cellie unless he lets
you. Like an idiot I gritted my teeth and just stood
there while Jam's ebony blade dug into country boy,
hitting hard the spots that most men could never
reach. Defeated I backed out to let him finish the
disrespect he'd passed onto my house, ashamed because
I'd thought of fucking country boy myself, afraid that
I'd always thought myself straight and didn't buy into
that if I'm the man on top shit. I shouldn't have let
Jimmy cross that boundary because after that was when
he started testing and fucking with me on the courts.

One day I was really tired after having pulled a long
shift on the ward -- this was sometime later. The
doctor let me take a long shower in the guards'
locker, the stipulation being that he of course had to
watch over me. The trade off was acceptable. I made a
show of undressing slowly, stretching, and bending
over so that he could get a good look. I'd stand up
slowly and then hoped my cock would get slightly
erect. It was difficult at first but I got used to it
and could think about what put me in the slammer in
the first place to get juiced. I hadn't fucked a guy
except twice when I was younger, but the longer I
remained in prison, the less opposed to the idea I'd
become. I thought about Mathew Farinelli under the
warmth of the falling water. We'd gotten into an
argument about something and he pushed me calling me a
pussy.  I became furious and knocked him to the
ground.

"Fuck you" I glared.

"Yeah, you wish you could fuck me. You've never even
had a girl have you?" The question came like a dare
and I froze in fear realizing that I had an erection,
and that yes I wanted to. There was no sex with a girl
at that point, even though I said I had hundreds of
times. So, I fucked him with spit right there in the
alley rough and hard to prove that I wasn't the fag.
We were friends one minute, then fighting and fucking
the next. Out of shame Mathew never talked about it,
and eventually came back around. It happened again
like that, that `I taught him a lesson' about who the
fag was. The second time after I'd finished putting a
load inside him, I felt sick. It dawned on me that the
reason we had our second fight was because he was mad
at me for taking what he would have given had I asked.
I got scared and never hung out with him again. Soon
after that I creamed the first girl who told me no,
and got her pregnant. A fat bitch named Pam DeSoto
that moved away. I never even saw the kid.

My attention turned from memories of the outside back
to the doctor. I tried to see if there was something
in him that I liked, something like Pam or something
like Mathew. I figured he wanted to fuck me or be
fucked, I wasn't sure which nor how to go about it. I
was certain he knew I was taking supplies and would
allow it as long as he could watch. He kind of smiled
when my eyes met his and I sort of guessed that he
eventually wanted to ride my Black cock. He just
seemed like the type who'd do anything for a big dick
- even throw away a career. For me the question
remained, if I wanted to spend an entire 20 years
without any form of human contact. The stupid part to
that was that I'd never known true intimacy. Mathew
was the closest I'd felt to it. Guys could get
everything behind bars it seemed except condoms,
proper lube, and intimacy.

After I finished up, the water had opened my pores
which felt good. I dried off intentionally slow, and
moved close to the doc and indicated that he could
touch my dick if he wanted. He looked toward the door
afraid that the guard outside might decide to come in,
but we both knew he wouldn't. In fact he was well
aware that the doc wanted to take privilege with me.
It wasn't like that was my first shower in the locker
with him keeping watch.

The doc got down on his knees and took my dick in one
hand, lifted it up and stared at the bottom of my
shaft, turned it to the right, left, then back to the
right. He took the other hand, sandwiched the top of
my cock and angled it down to the floor allowing his
hand to drag the full length of me, only when he got
to the head, he held it and continued the inspection.
He pursed his lips and sucked in air through his teeth
"yeah, that's a beauty" he said. "You've got the cock
of a stallion. Look at those thick veins" he paused
looking up at me.

His eyes were a deep green, he had dark hair, and I
noticed for the first time, a hairy chest that was a
bit too manly for me and in total contrast to the soft
cooing he made about my groin. He smiled and turned
his attention to my balls which still needed drying.
They hung heavy but were full like balloons, which the
doc seemed to like and tasted the moisture with his
tongue. It felt good to have my cock on his face, and
to see him servicing my nuts. My dick twitched and
acted as though it would stretch out into its full
glory, but I was too nervous, and the situation felt
trite. After a minute or so he took my shaft into his
mouth and sucked me for another three before he
stopped and gave up since I didn't get fully erect.

"We'd better go," he said. "I don't want to end up
looking for another job." He offered to try to get me
transferred for work at a special hospital for
inmates, but I wasn't interested.

"Next time" I told him "I'll just take a shorter
shower so we can have more time." But next time never
came. After that the doctor pretended that nothing had
happened between us, so it was a while before I'd
gotten another private shower and when I did, he
wasn't interested in playing. He basically blew me off
when I walked over to him after having made very short
work of cleaning myself. I'd noticed his dick was hard
but was confused as to what was going on. "I really
want you to suck this man" but he just sort of
grinned, played coy and gestured to my rags as though
I hadn't just offered him my ass on a platter. My
prick turned to stone, and inside I was daring him to
push me further.

Defeated, I left to return to quarters a little pissed
but realized he hadn't given me my work schedule for
the following week so I doubled back before checking
with the next station. When I approached the lockers
the guard that was posted had disappeared. I figured
maybe he had left since no prisoners were ever back
there except me and two others who cleaned. I pressed
my way and opened the door closing it very slowly so
that it would not make a sound thinking that I'd heard
a voice. My heart was pounding against my chest when I
recognized the familiar "you've got the cock of a
stallion. Yeah, that's a beauty, just slide it in real
slow."

Walking as soft as I could I peeked around the corner
and saw the doc, pants around his ankles, and the
guard behind him bent slightly at the knees to lower
himself to get into the doc's ass. When the head
popped in I could almost feel it myself. The guys cock
was much thicker and a little longer than mine, so doc
winced and was instantly fucked hard up onto his
tiptoes.

The sound was a rhythmic clap, clap, clap that was
sending shock waves through the doctor's hips. I could
only imagine how it was tearing him up inside from the
look on his face. The guard grimaced and slumped onto
the doctor's back with one hand on his shoulder and
another holding him hard by the waste to keep him from
running. And, it did look like the doctor wanted to
run off that cock to save his ass but it had already
been tenderized, claimed and renamed "sloppy fuck
hole."

"Yeah" the guard groveled. "Take that cum up your
sloppy fuck hole."

I could see the great Dr. Swan sweating and gasping
for air. "Please" he stuttered. "Take it out! P, ple
please it fucking hurts." But the guard meant to
finish what he had started and did so in loud grunts.
Swan collapsed on the floor in front of him, turned
around to reach for the guard's leg, but was pushed
away and down to the floor.

"Get your hands off me faggot! You ain't nothing but a
bitch!" The doc curled into a fetal position and the
guard made his exit out the other end of the room
which was usually locked. Part of me felt that he'd
gotten what he deserved for picking the guard over me
(the convict), another part was hard as steel. As far
as I knew they could have known each other on the
outside and I'd just witnessed their kink.

"Whatever" I thought, and went back to my cage.

Thinking back to that actually got me a little
aroused. I was slowly fingering my cock and wanted
some privacy so I put up the sheet. I figured I could
jack off before the new cellie hit the floor, or read
since they tended to be brought up around 5.

The estimate was wrong. He actually showed up earlier.
I found myself drifting in and out of dream images
that went through my head. I'd even had a fantasy
about fucking the doctor hard and rough, only he
started off as a woman named Vanessa, but then her
vagina turned into an ass hole that locked my penis in
place. The only way I could get free was to come. When
she turned around I saw it was Swan, hairy chest like
a mangy dog -- from dream to a nightmare.

The sound of someone sitting on the other bed is what
woke me. The new guy arrived and had already started
things off on the wrong foot by ignoring and
disrespecting the sheet. "You don't ignore a man's
sheet" I started saying without looking to see who was
there.

"Sorry." The voice was unexpectedly soft and tiny, the
apology was a shock, and the fact that I had an
obvious erection somewhat embarrassing. If he was fish
he would get used to the sight of hard dicks soon
enough was the notion. His best hope was to stay in my
place so at least none of them would be coming at him
other than Jimmy the Jam, and at that point I would
have let him have him for a pack.

"You College, right" he spoke. "I heard about you.
Thirty for violent sex assault, and armed robbery."

"Great" I remember mumbling, thinking the guy sounded
like a fag retard. I turned to face him. His soft
features came into focus slowly, his dark hair, almond
eyes, and golden skin. It dawned on me that the accent
was actually Asian and not hair-lip queer.

Over the next few weeks, he wasn't a nuisance like
past cellies. He preferred to read at the same time I
did, and even turned me on to a book called "Gods in
Alabama" about a White chick dating a Brotha. We
talked softly at night, sometimes about cars, women,
and even engineering. It had been a while since I'd
spoke in future tense which was nice. We laughed,
showered, arranged our work schedules to maximize our
time and started taking meals together as well. It
wasn't long before the word on the block was that I'd
taken a wife.

Chet was smart and clever, and perhaps knew more about
me in a short period of time than my own family. But
then what did we have but time to share in each
other's story? He didn't ask if I did it, but what
happened. "A bitch hit me and I fucked her" I replied.
"It was just that simple."  At that moment I didn't
particularly feel like sitting on some analytical sofa
while he drew a connection between sex and violence. I
was trying to move beyond the person I had been.

"You still fighting that alley." Chet murmured. I
laughed at that, but heard the sound as though a
teleprompter had just displayed queue the track. He
let it slide knowing that I didn't want to get into
it, and I left after an uncomfortable silence.

Jam was all in my face about Chet on the court asking
if the Asian boy liked being my bitch and taking Black
cock. He jammed his dick against my ass when he said
that so I pummeled him. He struck back. The friendly
game suddenly became rough so Jam wanted to put
something on the table. I claimed I didn't have
anything for the challenge, but he told me I did and
he wanted it. Just like that, in one stupid move,
Chet's ass was on the line and he didn't even know it.
Jam had called it, if I said it wasn't mine then that
meant my friend was up for grabs. Since I wasn't
working as much as I used to for the doctor, I
couldn't get the supplies that I needed to settle that
sort of thing, it didn't help that the doc was more
interested in getting used in the lockers.

Jackson liked Chet and probably would protect him if
he fell into his place, but that would mean I'd have
to play pimp or swap with Jackson's ugly ass cellie
who was a prick. A nice one but a prick just the same.
The only option I had was to beat Jam on the court, or
beat him man to man.

The game was close, swoosh. I kept trailing a few
points behind. He'd inch ahead but I was good at the 3
pointers, it was the tight shots that I had a problem
with. Pading, pading, the guys were hustling on both
sides as if THEY had some ass at stake. Swoosh, I
tried to rush for another 3 but Jam drew an
intentional foul. After that he was all in my face and
begging for a fight. "Yeah, I'm gonna pop that pussy."
 He made the free throw so his boys only needed one
more to win it.


When I got back into place, Chet had gotten a
visitor's basket from commissary and offered me fruit.
I managed a thank you but told him to enjoy his
givings. "You sure? I got sweets too. I want the
chocolate but you have some."

I smiled and told him no again thinking how polite he
was for someone that had killed two people. He asked
me how the game had gone, and I explained that my boys
lost. He laughed saying, "you need to work you 2
points" and sat next to me on my bed. "What wrong" he
asked throwing an arm over my shoulder. He felt sweet
and tender. I was aroused mentally if not physically.
Unlike any man I'd ever known, Chet was different in
my mind, but I didn't want a man, an equal without
gender would have been perfect. He had put the sheet
up for privacy so no one would be asking for anything
from the basket. He took one delicate hand and put it
on my cheek opposite him to turn my face so that I was
looking into his eyes.

Automatically I let mine drift shut and fell in with
him and allowed our lips to meet. I knew that that was
what he had wanted, what I had wanted for a while but
it didn't feel right. It was too clean. Guys just
didn't kiss in the world of men as it had been
sculpted behind prison walls, but I let it happen and
it felt both good and bad. I turned my body to face
him moving fast, trying to have what we both wanted. I
knew he was clean because I'd seen the records on the
ward, no diseases, no condoms, no need. I reached and
fumbled for my little emergency box with the hair
grease that made perfect lube.

Chet was flexible and came out of his prison rags as
if they had Velcro. The way he kissed me, the
smoothness of his body, I felt uncomfortable in the
knowledge that a man could be so much like a woman.
The lines of gender became blurred when he climbed on
top of me rubbing our cocks together. There were times
when I reached between us and I couldn't tell if I was
holding my half-erect cock or his rock hard staff. He
was very well hung when fully upped. "You've got a
nice one," I said.

The grin on his face grew, "you keep talking and I
just might let you fuck me too" he added. My eyes grew
wide when he slid his body down and managed to
position his cock between my thighs and near the crack
of my ass. He then moved back up to kiss my mouth and
I felt the head of his meat inch closer to my hole to
which my body responded on its own and seemed to open
up for him. I drew a panicked breath as he reached
over for the grease and I felt it spread over my
asshole.

"You're not going to fuck me" I protested, but I was
so horny and unsure of if I wanted him or not. I had
never been fucked by a guy and if word got out that
I'd been the catcher, especially for Chet, well things
would have become too difficult. Without thinking I
rolled him over under me and pinned his arms over his
head.

"You going to take it from me like Farinelli" he
purred suddenly passive. I'd told him the story one
night while we listened to a couple of the neighbors
going at it. "You better fuck me hard, or you will be
my bitch" he laughed back to aggression. The heat from
his groin, his body, his breath, the confusion of
gender did something too me -- it made me warm. My dick
had gotten rock hard. Maybe it was that illusive
intimacy I thought so lost to me in the real world. It
took a moment for the big head to catch up to the
little head. I was back in that alley with Farinelli
again. I smeared grease all over my cock and busted
Chet open, at the same time in my mind I was fucking
Farinelli, only slow and without anger.

At first it felt a little gritty but once he opened up
for me the ride was good. Chet threw his head back and
let me pound him hard, in fact with each grimace I put
on his face he seemed to get closer to coming. I could
feel the slickness of his precum on our stomachs. He
secreted a lot of it. The scent was strong like
chlorine, the heat between us more than I had
expected. My dick was inside another man and I felt
the power of it. I could change the world by shoving
my cock up Chet's ass. Dick became the force that
could puncture any man's soul and wrestle from him the
seed that was locked away. I road harder and smiled as
he gritted his teeth from the deed slapping my ass -
gettyup.

The build up of semen came fast and thick, my first
ejaculation almost felt like I was taking a slow piss
instead of coming because it just seeped out. No, it
was sucked out by Chet's ass, still I kept stroking
not feeling an end to the erection. It had been so
long since I'd actually fucked in the outside world, I
realized that my new found substitute was worth it, at
least Chet was worth it. I kissed him, hard, with the
smell of an alley in my head. His ass tightened like
rage and released around my cock, tightened again and
released the pleasure. His chest heaved up and down
and I could feel the little trimmer of an orgasm
flowing between us where our stomachs met. Tightening
releasing, tightening again with each thrust of his
seed into the world and in between us.

The pressure on my nuts built up and stopped hard, my
dick felt full of capped off. It was only a matter of
a few strokes before I would burst. I jabbed my cock
into him at a slight angle because somehow that was
what felt best. It was as if he had some extra
sensation tucked away specifically for the head of my
plank if I just hit it a bit to the left. One final
time he clamped his ass intentionally like a vice, I
could tell he wanted me to finish because the enraged
pleasure had turned into a look of disdain, but he was
determined to make me come, and I did, and I did, and
I came, like I never had before. I shot so hard it
hurt. Part of me imagined that when I removed the head
of my cock it would be splintered. That load flew into
him, and he took it, he kissed me, tender, then hard,
but there was no violence, just like I'd wanted with
Farinelli. Maybe somewhere he was happy too.

Gradually, the movements slowed. The dick drained and
grew soft inside his stretched cum tank. When I
removed it, some of my seed dripped out, and I just
looked at it in disbelief. To have noticed the detail
of that, was another milestone. His body was almost
vacant of hair, his asshole had a little dusting of
dark fuzz but that was about it. Part of me thought
that I could probably count the hairs on him. His
balls and cock were dark and I found that kind of hot.
His dick lay limp and had drooped between his legs. I
took it back in my hand and wanted to kiss it,
thinking that I could love him. My cock burned with
irritation from the grease maybe, or the rough fucking
but it didn't matter. Eventually I knew that I would
let him fuck me.

"Thanks" was all I could say.

We drifted off to sleep, not realizing that the guards
had changed shifts. There was a knock on the bars.
"Put your bibles away boys, church is over" came the
voice "take down the sheet or I will." Chet moved
quickly to his own bed and I pulled up my prison rags
before removing the sheet. The guard just looked at me
then glanced over at Chet.

He reached through to take my hand "what's up
College?"

"Aww you know. Ain't nothing to it, Nathan."

"Say" he went on "I heard Jimmy Jam fell down on the
court today."

"Yeah. He fell pretty hard. Doc patched him up on the
ward so he should be good once the stitches come out."

He snickered. "So that's the new inmate huh?" he said
lifting his chin to Chet. "He OK?"

"Yes. Yes Sir. He is quite good" I stretched, returned
to bed, and fell in to share a coveted smoke with the
new wife.