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was in the infirmary, that Paco’s buddies loved to suck me off as Paco raped me.  I hear they really did get to where they did, before long.  An’ the best part is, word got around I ripped Paco’s balls off with my bare hands, so nobody’d come near me, after that.  Word of it even followed me into Mid-state.  Added to the ear I shredded, the rap was, “Watch out for Curt, man; you pull shit with him, he’ll rip your dick off by just lookin’ at ya.”

When I got out of county’s when I started workin’ out real hard, so nobody could even sneak up an’ punk me out, again.  By the time I hit Mid-state, I was bulkin’ up.  It makes a difference, walkin’ into a real prison for the first time an’ bein’ built like a brick shit house, as my gramma’d say.  With such a major rep an’ solid fists, only an idiot’d want to think about fuckin’ with you, like that fuckin’ Nazi proved.  Good thing about it was, it gave me time to figure out how the joint worked.  An’ time to make a couple pals by hittin’ up some old buddies on the outside to send in some Tina to pass around.  By the time this one brother decided to try his “territorial” crap on me, I had a pack to watch my back.  So he did some huffin’ an’ struttin’ but never got down to really tryin’ anything.  Made the rest of my time go nice an’ easy.

Funny thing is, ‘cause of Paco an’ his buddies, when I turned a guy into my punk, he had to be cut.  Circumcised.  Don’t matter that I don’t suck his cock, that he only sucks mine.  Th’ second I find out he’s still got a foreskin, he’s on his own, an’ I spread th’ word he’s available.  Paco’s head cheese made me hate even bein’ around an uncut cock.

But now here were Wayne an’ Lenny lettin’ me know they had a good idea my cherry was long gone.  So I got snarly.

“What th’ fuck do you think?” I snapped.  “I’m a fuckin’ kid dealin’ with hard-assed cons who’re in for the thousandth time.  You think they give a shit ‘bout me or anybody?  An’ let’s get this straight -- they didn’t fuckin’ make me like it.”

“Which proves my point,” said Wayne.

“Bullshit,” I snarled.  “They just didn’t want to.”

“But you did?”

I shrugged.  I was startin’ to feel like I’d chatted too much, already.

“Why?” asked Lenny.  When I didn’t answer, he added, “How did you learn how to do it?”

I rolled my eyes.  “Practice, what the fuck you think?  An’ makin’ sure nobody’d try that shit with me, again.”

“How could you possibly make sure that -- ?”

“C’mon, Lenny, that part’s easy.  First I built myself up like this.”  I stood up an’ spread my arms apart, lettin’ ‘em see how powerful I was.  “Then I punked out a couple guys who’d tried to punk me.  Then I found out which guys you wanna deal with instead of fuck with, an’ I let ‘em use my punks.  An’ I fed ‘em some other stuff they wanted.  An’ then they started lettin’ me choose from the fresh meat that come in.  An’ when I turned ‘em, bit by bit -- what’s that phrase?  Through trial an’ error? -- I figured out how to make ‘em like it.  An’ once I knew, I showed those fuckers how, no matter how much they didn’t want to.  Some of ‘em with a wife an’ five kids on the outside, always talkin’ ‘bout how much they liked pussy an’ tits.  I’d lay ‘em back an’ I pop their legs in the air an’ I shove my dick up their ass an’ I’d make ‘em shoot their wads while I fucked ‘em on their backs, just like you fuck a woman.  An’ not just once; I did it to some of ‘em over an’ over.  I made ‘em like it.  I made ‘em think they were queer for a man’s dick up their ass.  I showed ‘em who was boss.  It wasn’t so hard to do.”

Wayne was lookin’ at me with wide eyes, again, but he still wasn’t backin’ down.  “That was in prison,” he said, so soft I almost couldn’t hear him.  “It’s a rarified environment, where men have few normal outlets for sex.”

“So...fuckin’...what?!  You think I’m lyin’?  You think I couldn’t drag some guy in off the street an’ do it to him, right now?!”

Lenny got up an’ put his hand on my arm, saying, “Curt, why don’t you sit back down?  Let me get you a nice cold beer.”

That’s when I realized I was standin’ over Wayne an’ he was frozen against the corner of the couch, lookin’ like he thought I was gonna pop him.  An’ maybe I was about to.  So I took in a deep breath, let Lenny have my bottle, stepped back an’ flexed to let off some of the tension in my back, then sat back on the chair.  Lenny headed into the kitchen.  His eyes never left me.

Wayne was tryin’ real hard to sound cool when he asked, “So you got guys to cum just by fucking them?”

I shrugged.  I could of told him there was more to it than that, but all of a sudden I wasn’t in a sharin’ kind of mood.

Lenny came back in with an ice cold one, cast a hard look at Wayne an’ said, “Then he was probably massaging their prostate.  That can force a man into an erection, and even an ejaculation.  Which must mean you have a huge dick.”

I could tell from how his hand shook that it was playtime.  I’d spooked ‘em an’ they wanted to get me done an’ gone before I got too much drunker.  So what the fuck; get it over with. 

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