Prison
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D_Ezechaell Hoplugger
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This is a good story, forgot about it, but it's a good story. Definatly kept me in suspense. Please continue this story... thanks! 
What's fascinating to me is that it's a rare look at how men need to bond as much as they need sexual relief. The older I get, the more frustrated I get. Sex with the same person gets old quickly, but brain fuck lasts a lot longer.
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i dont think the author will come back for another installment
I am starting to fear the same
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I think he's gone....
His last posting was in September and the last visit to this site
was on Nov 11, 2008...:shrug:
It's a shame, since I was looking forward to him continuing. :sad:
His last posting was in September and the last visit to this site
was on Nov 11, 2008...:shrug:
It's a shame, since I was looking forward to him continuing. :sad:
(sorry for not writting, this story hits too close to home. i will try to keep going, again im sorry)
"J? ready to go?"
"...yeah" this aint so bad anymore. i feel good, i dont look like flaco yet, but i guess that takes time. Today was squats and calf lifts. I realize i been here going on 2 months. time flies. of course i owe it to flaco. He's really made this much much easier on me. Im not alone, i have the biggest friend in here, and im in better shape than ever. I'm keeping up so much better with Flaco now. His bronze perfection pushing me to go further.
These squats hurt, but to have an ass like flacos...its worth it. No matter how many times we've done this routine, i never get tired of seeing Flaco all soaking wet and breathing hard. its hot as hell. i wonder what i look like... not the best mirrors in here. i think my chest is a little bigger, maybe. I should just ask Flaco if im getting bigger. after we work out. My ass is hurting now.
"Push J!" that helps for some reason "c'mon buddy you can do it"
We must be close to getting finished, he goes. His quads look sick right now, huge and full of viens. "Last set J" YES! im so ready to be done with squats. Then a nice shower will be awesome.
The door opens and we head to the showers, right next to each other, safe, it must look funny with him walking tall and me hobbling to the showers. legs are not my best feature. I watch him shower today. But mostly studying his muscles and looking at mine. I think im improving.
"Flaco?"
"yeah"
"does it look all this working out is doing anything for me?" awkward showertime question...
"uh..." he studies my body "actually, yeah a bit. your abs look more defined, you got some definition in your triceps, and your ass look less like a womans" he grins, i was enjoying the compliments up until that remark.
"thanks flaco, real appropriate and mature"
"hey you asked" i did...
We head back to the cell, i examine my self as we dress, i didnt notice until he said something, but i can actually see all the things he said now. couldnt before, but since he mentiond it, i can tell the difference now. im starting to get a nice 6-pack, and that sexy V line i've never had. i feel better and im starting to see the difference. this rocks! Flacos a great trainer. I could totally see him working at a gym training people and then giving them the rub down afterward...oh yeah
"Flaco, can you put some lotion on my back for me?"
"Yeah, i need some too" he grabed the lotion and put some in his hands. honestly i dont suffer from dry skin like he does, it just feel awesome when he rubbs my back. Hes so strong and gentle at the same time. And a little human contact cant hurt us. we need it. my chin hits my chest as he digs into mu muscles and shoulder blades. Fuck he really needs to be doing this for a living. my cock gets excited when he puts his hands on me in any way now. Hes getting lower on my back now, actually to my boxer waist band, whoa, his hands slip under the waistband a little for just a second, thats made my dick jump. i could stay just like this all damn day.
"ok, youre set" i hate when he stopped. I took the lotion and put some right on his back.
"Fuck Thats Cold!" he said as his back arched and shoulder blades came together. I tried not to laugh, forget about that. I quickly worked the lotion into his skin. it was warmer now. I began going over his massive shoulders, noticing ever muscle and curve and tattoo. exploring ever inch of his back. it was an amazing back. Big, tan, and the artwork was nice. As i moved down his spine i tried to make it as enjoyable as it was for me. Working the lotion into his back gently but massaging the tired muscles too. i felt cum starting to ooze out of the tip of my cock. i didnt know it could be just as enjoyable to give as it was to recive. (cliche allert) i moves lower to his waistband and coppied what he had done to me. i slowly slipped my hand into his boxers, the top part his ass was rock solid. i didnt stay there too long, fininshing up as the lotion was drying up. i was throbbing now, my dick dancing in anticipation as i felt every one of his back muscles. His chin was on his chest now. i must have a good job.
"All set man" i pat him on the back to wake him from his trance.
"Thanks man" as he turned and got dressed i could clearly see his monster at full attention. His eyes looked sleepy. Maybe i should be doing this for a living. Thats right, i got magic hands people. No one can resists one of my rud downs. We should open a shop we get out... we'll call it "Hands for Hire" no " Hand Jobs" no! nevermind. Im worn out and he looks it too. The rain outside isnt helping with the depressed mood in the cell. Oh well, we've made it this far.
"J? ready to go?"
"...yeah" this aint so bad anymore. i feel good, i dont look like flaco yet, but i guess that takes time. Today was squats and calf lifts. I realize i been here going on 2 months. time flies. of course i owe it to flaco. He's really made this much much easier on me. Im not alone, i have the biggest friend in here, and im in better shape than ever. I'm keeping up so much better with Flaco now. His bronze perfection pushing me to go further.
These squats hurt, but to have an ass like flacos...its worth it. No matter how many times we've done this routine, i never get tired of seeing Flaco all soaking wet and breathing hard. its hot as hell. i wonder what i look like... not the best mirrors in here. i think my chest is a little bigger, maybe. I should just ask Flaco if im getting bigger. after we work out. My ass is hurting now.
"Push J!" that helps for some reason "c'mon buddy you can do it"
We must be close to getting finished, he goes. His quads look sick right now, huge and full of viens. "Last set J" YES! im so ready to be done with squats. Then a nice shower will be awesome.
The door opens and we head to the showers, right next to each other, safe, it must look funny with him walking tall and me hobbling to the showers. legs are not my best feature. I watch him shower today. But mostly studying his muscles and looking at mine. I think im improving.
"Flaco?"
"yeah"
"does it look all this working out is doing anything for me?" awkward showertime question...
"uh..." he studies my body "actually, yeah a bit. your abs look more defined, you got some definition in your triceps, and your ass look less like a womans" he grins, i was enjoying the compliments up until that remark.
"thanks flaco, real appropriate and mature"
"hey you asked" i did...
We head back to the cell, i examine my self as we dress, i didnt notice until he said something, but i can actually see all the things he said now. couldnt before, but since he mentiond it, i can tell the difference now. im starting to get a nice 6-pack, and that sexy V line i've never had. i feel better and im starting to see the difference. this rocks! Flacos a great trainer. I could totally see him working at a gym training people and then giving them the rub down afterward...oh yeah
"Flaco, can you put some lotion on my back for me?"
"Yeah, i need some too" he grabed the lotion and put some in his hands. honestly i dont suffer from dry skin like he does, it just feel awesome when he rubbs my back. Hes so strong and gentle at the same time. And a little human contact cant hurt us. we need it. my chin hits my chest as he digs into mu muscles and shoulder blades. Fuck he really needs to be doing this for a living. my cock gets excited when he puts his hands on me in any way now. Hes getting lower on my back now, actually to my boxer waist band, whoa, his hands slip under the waistband a little for just a second, thats made my dick jump. i could stay just like this all damn day.
"ok, youre set" i hate when he stopped. I took the lotion and put some right on his back.
"Fuck Thats Cold!" he said as his back arched and shoulder blades came together. I tried not to laugh, forget about that. I quickly worked the lotion into his skin. it was warmer now. I began going over his massive shoulders, noticing ever muscle and curve and tattoo. exploring ever inch of his back. it was an amazing back. Big, tan, and the artwork was nice. As i moved down his spine i tried to make it as enjoyable as it was for me. Working the lotion into his back gently but massaging the tired muscles too. i felt cum starting to ooze out of the tip of my cock. i didnt know it could be just as enjoyable to give as it was to recive. (cliche allert) i moves lower to his waistband and coppied what he had done to me. i slowly slipped my hand into his boxers, the top part his ass was rock solid. i didnt stay there too long, fininshing up as the lotion was drying up. i was throbbing now, my dick dancing in anticipation as i felt every one of his back muscles. His chin was on his chest now. i must have a good job.
"All set man" i pat him on the back to wake him from his trance.
"Thanks man" as he turned and got dressed i could clearly see his monster at full attention. His eyes looked sleepy. Maybe i should be doing this for a living. Thats right, i got magic hands people. No one can resists one of my rud downs. We should open a shop we get out... we'll call it "Hands for Hire" no " Hand Jobs" no! nevermind. Im worn out and he looks it too. The rain outside isnt helping with the depressed mood in the cell. Oh well, we've made it this far.
D_Mort_T_Della
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Later that evening a guard came to the door.
"Rivera" he said very cold
"yes sir?"
"heres a bag, youre tranfering tonight."
"Ok" the gaurd left
"Whats thats mean Flaco?" i asked kinda already know ing what it meant but hopeing i was wrong.
"it means i'll be on a bus 1st thing in the morning to a real prison" he said quietly. my heart stopped. i knew this day was coming but hadnt really prepared for it. Hes gonna be gone...
"I'll get to use phones and watch TV, and go outside and workout..." he kept talking, trying to focus on the positive aspect of this change, but i wasnt hearing him. "it'll be much better there, you'll get transferd soon, hopefully to the same place" i hadnt even thought about us getting separated. this sucks. "you should be right behind me, its been almost 2 months for you." what the fuck am i going to do here without flaco...
He began to pack his things, going through what was needed and what was not. I stood still trying to say something...anything.
"J, we should swap info so we can keep in contact after all this shit is over" he looked at me no into me. waiting for a response of some type.
"yeah, thats a good idea" there i spoke finally. I gave him my moms address and number, he gave me his mom's info. What the fuck am i going to do without him...
"J, you alright?"
"um, yeah. just i dont know, i guess i thought..."
"What, that we we're gonnna be together forever? This is prison J. we have control of nothing. We just adapt and survive and keep going." was he yelling at me? "You gotta keep your wits and stay strong, watch your back, stay outta trouble. And dont you dare fucking get emotional."
was it showing that much? i really wanted to cry right now. why was he being angry?
"You hear me J?"
"yeah, of course, its all good"
"you'll be fine, and hopefully you get a good celly and in a couple of weeks you might get sent to the same place i am." new celly? i didnt even think about that. Fuck this shit. i guess thats what i get for getting comfortable.
"yeah, thats would be cool, dont worry about me Flaco, i'll be fine" i tried my best to lie
"i know you will be, now you wanna help me pack or are you just gonna stand there and cry like a haina?" he smiled, and i instantly felt bettter inside. i threw a top ramen him and we both laughed. This was going to be hard, he's my friend. the only friend i have in here. What the hell was i going to do without him. i should be happy for him. he's going to get to use a phone and hear his family for the 1st time in 2 and a half moths. why should i be selfish and want to keep him here in this hell hole. And he's right, i'll be gone soon too, hopefully to the same place he's going. That would be good. But what kinda celly am i gonna get. A druggie who sleeps all day, a perv, wicked? like flaco said we dont control anything in here. we will see. I cant belive he's leaving. What the fuck is wrong with me. Im a man, and hes a fucking dude. Who gives a shit if he leaves. i dont care. i'll be fine. This is my cell when he leaves, i make the rules, it'll be just fine... i hope
Lights out-
"J?"
"que?"
he chuckled "Thanks for being a cool celly"
"thank you man, these last 2 months flew by" dont cry J! if you cry you are worthless just like your dad said.
"you know this might be the last night we see each other" whats that supposed to mean, sounds gay
"you mean in prison? cuz when its all over we're gonna hang out, right?" i said
"of course, people dont usually stay connected after prison but i think we will" that made me feel better. He was gonna be gone soon. and i would be alone.
"flaco?"
"yeah?"
"you wanna do something" what the hell was i asking?
"like what?" he asked
" i dunno, last time i might see you for a while"
"ah, well... how bout...Pinochle?" he laughed, i did too
" sounds good" so we played cards all night. laughing and talking. having fun. im gonna miss htat laugh, that face, those eyes. everything. What a guy.
-the door opens-
PA speaker-"Inmate Santos, Inmate Richardson, Inmate Walker, and Inmate Rivera, report to the office for transfer"
This was it, he's leaving... he got up and so did I.
"well J, thanks again man."
"thank you too" not sure what to do right now, then he leaned in for a hug. a big hug, i returned it. manly hug of course, 3 pats on the back and all.
"Love you man" He said
"love you too"
He grabbed his bag and left the cell. the door closed and he went to the office, i felt like a puppy watching him walk away, into the office and then out of the building. What was i going to do.
Oh well, i started cleaning the cell, swapping to the bottom bunk, and getting ready for a new day. (ok, you got me, thats not what happened) i cried all fucking night, dont get me wrong... not snot bubbled or wailing, just a few tears here and there. Fear...maybe, lonliness...yeah, love...?
"Rivera" he said very cold
"yes sir?"
"heres a bag, youre tranfering tonight."
"Ok" the gaurd left
"Whats thats mean Flaco?" i asked kinda already know ing what it meant but hopeing i was wrong.
"it means i'll be on a bus 1st thing in the morning to a real prison" he said quietly. my heart stopped. i knew this day was coming but hadnt really prepared for it. Hes gonna be gone...
"I'll get to use phones and watch TV, and go outside and workout..." he kept talking, trying to focus on the positive aspect of this change, but i wasnt hearing him. "it'll be much better there, you'll get transferd soon, hopefully to the same place" i hadnt even thought about us getting separated. this sucks. "you should be right behind me, its been almost 2 months for you." what the fuck am i going to do here without flaco...
He began to pack his things, going through what was needed and what was not. I stood still trying to say something...anything.
"J, we should swap info so we can keep in contact after all this shit is over" he looked at me no into me. waiting for a response of some type.
"yeah, thats a good idea" there i spoke finally. I gave him my moms address and number, he gave me his mom's info. What the fuck am i going to do without him...
"J, you alright?"
"um, yeah. just i dont know, i guess i thought..."
"What, that we we're gonnna be together forever? This is prison J. we have control of nothing. We just adapt and survive and keep going." was he yelling at me? "You gotta keep your wits and stay strong, watch your back, stay outta trouble. And dont you dare fucking get emotional."
was it showing that much? i really wanted to cry right now. why was he being angry?
"You hear me J?"
"yeah, of course, its all good"
"you'll be fine, and hopefully you get a good celly and in a couple of weeks you might get sent to the same place i am." new celly? i didnt even think about that. Fuck this shit. i guess thats what i get for getting comfortable.
"yeah, thats would be cool, dont worry about me Flaco, i'll be fine" i tried my best to lie
"i know you will be, now you wanna help me pack or are you just gonna stand there and cry like a haina?" he smiled, and i instantly felt bettter inside. i threw a top ramen him and we both laughed. This was going to be hard, he's my friend. the only friend i have in here. What the hell was i going to do without him. i should be happy for him. he's going to get to use a phone and hear his family for the 1st time in 2 and a half moths. why should i be selfish and want to keep him here in this hell hole. And he's right, i'll be gone soon too, hopefully to the same place he's going. That would be good. But what kinda celly am i gonna get. A druggie who sleeps all day, a perv, wicked? like flaco said we dont control anything in here. we will see. I cant belive he's leaving. What the fuck is wrong with me. Im a man, and hes a fucking dude. Who gives a shit if he leaves. i dont care. i'll be fine. This is my cell when he leaves, i make the rules, it'll be just fine... i hope
Lights out-
"J?"
"que?"
he chuckled "Thanks for being a cool celly"
"thank you man, these last 2 months flew by" dont cry J! if you cry you are worthless just like your dad said.
"you know this might be the last night we see each other" whats that supposed to mean, sounds gay
"you mean in prison? cuz when its all over we're gonna hang out, right?" i said
"of course, people dont usually stay connected after prison but i think we will" that made me feel better. He was gonna be gone soon. and i would be alone.
"flaco?"
"yeah?"
"you wanna do something" what the hell was i asking?
"like what?" he asked
" i dunno, last time i might see you for a while"
"ah, well... how bout...Pinochle?" he laughed, i did too
" sounds good" so we played cards all night. laughing and talking. having fun. im gonna miss htat laugh, that face, those eyes. everything. What a guy.
-the door opens-
PA speaker-"Inmate Santos, Inmate Richardson, Inmate Walker, and Inmate Rivera, report to the office for transfer"
This was it, he's leaving... he got up and so did I.
"well J, thanks again man."
"thank you too" not sure what to do right now, then he leaned in for a hug. a big hug, i returned it. manly hug of course, 3 pats on the back and all.
"Love you man" He said
"love you too"
He grabbed his bag and left the cell. the door closed and he went to the office, i felt like a puppy watching him walk away, into the office and then out of the building. What was i going to do.
Oh well, i started cleaning the cell, swapping to the bottom bunk, and getting ready for a new day. (ok, you got me, thats not what happened) i cried all fucking night, dont get me wrong... not snot bubbled or wailing, just a few tears here and there. Fear...maybe, lonliness...yeah, love...?
im awake...alone, but awake. the only thing i can think to do is workout, thats what Flaco would do. So i attack some push ups, not the same alone. nobody to push me, inspire me, help me. i'll keep going. as physical as our workouts were, and as physical as my attraction was to Flaco, i miss his person. i stop short in my workout and get ready for showers. The cell door opens, too early for showers... it must be my new celly. My heart is pounding, fear, anticipation, and the odd hope that there was a mistake and Flaco is coming back...
"Hello" smiled the gi, well gu... well lemme explain, Long Blonde hair, blue eyes, and two perky breats... yeah, my thoughts exactly.
"uh.. hi" what the hell is going on here. its a he-she, man-ish person.
"My name is Ayisha" said the pretty long haired man in my cell
"im_"
"J, i know" she/it interupted "Coco told me all about you"
"who?" now if i wasnt confused before, now i dont know which fucking way is up.
"Coco is like our Mother" Ayisha explained "the queens and gays back each other up and take care of our own. Flaco sent word to Coco that he was worried about you being alone, and about Wicked trying to get to you" he even sounded like a woman "So, I, owing Flaco a favor, am here to watch over you" Ayisha finished and smiled. i dont think it was any clearer to me though...
"Wait so you knew Flaco?"
"Shit we all knew Flaco, that Sexy mother fucker is very popular among us gals." He was Gay? No way! i think Ayisha saw my face, she er He Laughed loud "NO! not like that, shoot I wish, he was a whole lotta man, beautiful as hell" so he wasnt gay
"Then why do you owe him?"
"well, there are 3 types of men in here, the 1st hate us, the 2nd want us to suck their dicks, the 3rd Make fun of us and call us names but still want us to suck their dicks, Flaco didnt fit into any of those groups. One day some guys were calling me names, Fag, Bitch, queer, and their personal favorite Guyisha. Flaco made em quit, and because of his size they did. So i owe him." sounds like something Flaco would do.
"So... now?" i started
"wow, youre slow, im here to fill your cell so Wicked doesnt move in here. i have pull with the guards, because if something happens to me, theyre fucked, so when i say i dont feel safe i wanna move in with a friend, they have to listen."
"This is a lot to learn all at once" no lie, Prison 101
"Its ok, im just here to watch over you until you leave. Think of me as your gaurdian angel" She smiled-i mean he smiled!
"Time for showers J" Ayisha said. Shit im gonna have to shower with...Ayisha. Welcome to Prison J
we headed to the available showers, no one filled the other shower head, guess they didnt wanna shower with the queer/queers. great, this will surely make me seem tougher. Ayisha took his shirt off and revealed two of the most perfect breast i've seen, only breats ive seen... i turned so i didnt stare
"its ok J, everyone stares at me, im used to it" guess you gotta have balls to live as a woman. Ayisha left her boxers on, thank God, dont think im ready to see that. But we continued showering i kept my cock outta sight for the most part, turning tward the wall or holding my towel strategically. Ayisha washed his hair and for a second i swear there was a woman next to me. Long blonde hair, soapy tits, a round ass that look a fucking lot like mine (Goddam it) my dick got rock hard, now i really had to hide. we headed back to the cell to dress, Ayisha faced the wall, put on a long t-shirt and removed her boxers, and i could see long wet hair, a long tee, and ass cheek peeking at me ever so slightly, Ayisha from behind look like one of many hot white girls i banged in the past. That didnt fix my boner at all. i quickly dressed and started reading a Harry Potter book that was floating around. easy read somewhat entertaining. anything to keep my mind off the Chick in the cell.
"So J, how u doing?'
"Uh, im good" i didnt even look at her
"Ok, if you need anything let me know, Just pretend im Flaco" HA! you aint Flaco...
"I'll be sure to let you know Ayisha" Ayisha...Wonder what his real name is
Ayisha began brushing her hair, just like a girl. I must say He had a great plastic surgen. i wonder what all he had done. Breats definately, face, i cant tell. i guess i could ask
"Ayisha?"
"um-hum"
"do you mind if i ask you a question?"
"Not at all, im used to people being confused about me"
"Are those implants?
"Yup, hormones only give you so much, the rest is plastic" she smiled
"What else have you had done?" did wanna ask if she had a cock or not...
"well, cheek implants, ass is all mine, my jawbone shaved, and a rib removed to give a female shape"
"wow!, that had to be expensive"
"Shit yeah it was, but i was making lots of money, so at the time it was nothing."
"doing what?" she better not say porn, please dont say porn
"uh porn, and prostitution" her faces fell " thats why im here
"how come they dont put you in a womens prison?" where are all these questions coming from?
"aww, how cute. You see J, when a man wants to be a woman, there are many things to do, one of the final things is...how do i say this gently, he turns his outtie into an innie...you get it?"
"i think so"
"im still an outtie..." she waited
"OH!" i got it now " you still gotta..."
"big ol cock"
"thats not very lady like" too soon?
Ayisha laughed "Youre funny J, and sexy if you dont mind me saying" i did, not sure how i feel about this, but its better than Wicked being in here with me.
Ayisha hummed and sang as she went about her day, awfully happy considering the circumstances. But i guess if i was locked up with a bunch of horny women it would soften the damn blow too. She walked like a woman, sat like a woman, smelled like a woman, and pissed sitting down like a chick. although i was ok with the last one, it would freak me out to see a woman holding a cock in her hand and pissing in a toilet. where the hell am i?
I woke up the next morning and did some ab workouts, ayisha was sitting in her bunk reading a copy of Twilight that i didnt finish, haha, i thought it was too girly. I caught her staring at me a couple of times. It didnt make me mad though, sort of felt like a compliment, out of all the guys here, she was staring at me. thats not weird is it? Off to the showers, just the two of ua again, kinda nice having all this room. I still keep my junk pointed away, but i look at her, unfair? so what, i cant let her see my dong defy my orders to stay soft. Esspecially when her hair slightly covers her nipples and the soapy water runs down the center of her chest, fuck whats wrong with me, THATS A DUDE J! get a hold of yourself. I almost wish He'd shower with the boxers off so i could see some dick and not be so confused... or is wantinto see dick even worse??? Fuck Me.
While we're dressing, Ayisha asked if i could lotion her back... i said no, then felt bad. She moved in here to keep me safe from Wicked and im treating her like shit. I apologized and put some lotion on her back. Fast and no massage. Dont wanna send any mixed feelings. But of course me cock betrayed me again. as i was rubbing her back, hair pulled to one side, She looked like a fucking woman. So i was careful to finish quickly.
"thanks"
"no problem" i lied
"want me to do yours?"
"no im good" i lied
"okay" she continued humming and brushing her hair, like a Siren song trying to get me to fall in love. No dice bitch. I wont be tricked. no matter how you walk or talk or blink your eyelashes at me. I sucked a dudes cock in prison, and i dont think i wanna add doing a he-she to the list.
Its pretty quite in the cell, no card games, no lughing, no talking, no Flaco...
"Hello" smiled the gi, well gu... well lemme explain, Long Blonde hair, blue eyes, and two perky breats... yeah, my thoughts exactly.
"uh.. hi" what the hell is going on here. its a he-she, man-ish person.
"My name is Ayisha" said the pretty long haired man in my cell
"im_"
"J, i know" she/it interupted "Coco told me all about you"
"who?" now if i wasnt confused before, now i dont know which fucking way is up.
"Coco is like our Mother" Ayisha explained "the queens and gays back each other up and take care of our own. Flaco sent word to Coco that he was worried about you being alone, and about Wicked trying to get to you" he even sounded like a woman "So, I, owing Flaco a favor, am here to watch over you" Ayisha finished and smiled. i dont think it was any clearer to me though...
"Wait so you knew Flaco?"
"Shit we all knew Flaco, that Sexy mother fucker is very popular among us gals." He was Gay? No way! i think Ayisha saw my face, she er He Laughed loud "NO! not like that, shoot I wish, he was a whole lotta man, beautiful as hell" so he wasnt gay
"Then why do you owe him?"
"well, there are 3 types of men in here, the 1st hate us, the 2nd want us to suck their dicks, the 3rd Make fun of us and call us names but still want us to suck their dicks, Flaco didnt fit into any of those groups. One day some guys were calling me names, Fag, Bitch, queer, and their personal favorite Guyisha. Flaco made em quit, and because of his size they did. So i owe him." sounds like something Flaco would do.
"So... now?" i started
"wow, youre slow, im here to fill your cell so Wicked doesnt move in here. i have pull with the guards, because if something happens to me, theyre fucked, so when i say i dont feel safe i wanna move in with a friend, they have to listen."
"This is a lot to learn all at once" no lie, Prison 101
"Its ok, im just here to watch over you until you leave. Think of me as your gaurdian angel" She smiled-i mean he smiled!
"Time for showers J" Ayisha said. Shit im gonna have to shower with...Ayisha. Welcome to Prison J
we headed to the available showers, no one filled the other shower head, guess they didnt wanna shower with the queer/queers. great, this will surely make me seem tougher. Ayisha took his shirt off and revealed two of the most perfect breast i've seen, only breats ive seen... i turned so i didnt stare
"its ok J, everyone stares at me, im used to it" guess you gotta have balls to live as a woman. Ayisha left her boxers on, thank God, dont think im ready to see that. But we continued showering i kept my cock outta sight for the most part, turning tward the wall or holding my towel strategically. Ayisha washed his hair and for a second i swear there was a woman next to me. Long blonde hair, soapy tits, a round ass that look a fucking lot like mine (Goddam it) my dick got rock hard, now i really had to hide. we headed back to the cell to dress, Ayisha faced the wall, put on a long t-shirt and removed her boxers, and i could see long wet hair, a long tee, and ass cheek peeking at me ever so slightly, Ayisha from behind look like one of many hot white girls i banged in the past. That didnt fix my boner at all. i quickly dressed and started reading a Harry Potter book that was floating around. easy read somewhat entertaining. anything to keep my mind off the Chick in the cell.
"So J, how u doing?'
"Uh, im good" i didnt even look at her
"Ok, if you need anything let me know, Just pretend im Flaco" HA! you aint Flaco...
"I'll be sure to let you know Ayisha" Ayisha...Wonder what his real name is
Ayisha began brushing her hair, just like a girl. I must say He had a great plastic surgen. i wonder what all he had done. Breats definately, face, i cant tell. i guess i could ask
"Ayisha?"
"um-hum"
"do you mind if i ask you a question?"
"Not at all, im used to people being confused about me"
"Are those implants?
"Yup, hormones only give you so much, the rest is plastic" she smiled
"What else have you had done?" did wanna ask if she had a cock or not...
"well, cheek implants, ass is all mine, my jawbone shaved, and a rib removed to give a female shape"
"wow!, that had to be expensive"
"Shit yeah it was, but i was making lots of money, so at the time it was nothing."
"doing what?" she better not say porn, please dont say porn
"uh porn, and prostitution" her faces fell " thats why im here
"how come they dont put you in a womens prison?" where are all these questions coming from?
"aww, how cute. You see J, when a man wants to be a woman, there are many things to do, one of the final things is...how do i say this gently, he turns his outtie into an innie...you get it?"
"i think so"
"im still an outtie..." she waited
"OH!" i got it now " you still gotta..."
"big ol cock"
"thats not very lady like" too soon?
Ayisha laughed "Youre funny J, and sexy if you dont mind me saying" i did, not sure how i feel about this, but its better than Wicked being in here with me.
Ayisha hummed and sang as she went about her day, awfully happy considering the circumstances. But i guess if i was locked up with a bunch of horny women it would soften the damn blow too. She walked like a woman, sat like a woman, smelled like a woman, and pissed sitting down like a chick. although i was ok with the last one, it would freak me out to see a woman holding a cock in her hand and pissing in a toilet. where the hell am i?
I woke up the next morning and did some ab workouts, ayisha was sitting in her bunk reading a copy of Twilight that i didnt finish, haha, i thought it was too girly. I caught her staring at me a couple of times. It didnt make me mad though, sort of felt like a compliment, out of all the guys here, she was staring at me. thats not weird is it? Off to the showers, just the two of ua again, kinda nice having all this room. I still keep my junk pointed away, but i look at her, unfair? so what, i cant let her see my dong defy my orders to stay soft. Esspecially when her hair slightly covers her nipples and the soapy water runs down the center of her chest, fuck whats wrong with me, THATS A DUDE J! get a hold of yourself. I almost wish He'd shower with the boxers off so i could see some dick and not be so confused... or is wantinto see dick even worse??? Fuck Me.
While we're dressing, Ayisha asked if i could lotion her back... i said no, then felt bad. She moved in here to keep me safe from Wicked and im treating her like shit. I apologized and put some lotion on her back. Fast and no massage. Dont wanna send any mixed feelings. But of course me cock betrayed me again. as i was rubbing her back, hair pulled to one side, She looked like a fucking woman. So i was careful to finish quickly.
"thanks"
"no problem" i lied
"want me to do yours?"
"no im good" i lied
"okay" she continued humming and brushing her hair, like a Siren song trying to get me to fall in love. No dice bitch. I wont be tricked. no matter how you walk or talk or blink your eyelashes at me. I sucked a dudes cock in prison, and i dont think i wanna add doing a he-she to the list.
Its pretty quite in the cell, no card games, no lughing, no talking, no Flaco...
Wow, interesting twist. I was quite shocked out of my mind. Hope things don't continue with ayesha. It just seems weird. Love the emotion put into this story.
