How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) š
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When I got out of countyās when I started workinā out real hard, so nobody could even sneak up anā punk me out, again. By the time I hit Mid-state, I was bulkinā up. It makes a difference, walkinā into a real prison for the first time anā beinā built like a brick shit house, as my grammaād say. With such a major rep anā solid fists, only an idiotād want to think about fuckinā with you, like that fuckinā Nazi proved. Good thing about it was, it gave me time to figure out how the joint worked. Anā time to make a couple pals by hittinā 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 āterritorialā crap on me, I had a pack to watch my back. So he did some huffinā anā struttinā but never got down to really tryinā anything. Made the rest of my time go nice anā easy.
Funny thing is, ācause of Paco anā his buddies, when I turned a guy into my punk, he had to be cut. Circumcised. Donāt matter that I donāt suck his cock, that he only sucks mine. Thā second I find out heās still got a foreskin, heās on his own, anā I spread thā word heās available. Pacoās head cheese made me hate even beinā around an uncut cock.
But now here were Wayne anā Lenny lettinā me know they had a good idea my cherry was long gone. So I got snarly.
āWhat thā fuck do you think?ā I snapped. āIām a fuckinā kid dealinā with hard-assed cons whoāre in for the thousandth time. You think they give a shit ābout me or anybody? Anā letās get this straight -- they didnāt fuckinā make me like it.ā
āWhich proves my point,ā said Wayne.
āBullshit,ā I snarled. āThey just didnāt want to.ā
āBut you did?ā
I shrugged. I was startinā to feel like Iād chatted too much, already.
āWhy?ā asked Lenny. When I didnāt answer, he added, āHow did you learn how to do it?ā
I rolled my eyes. āPractice, what the fuck you think? Anā makinā sure nobodyād try that shit with me, again.ā
āHow could you possibly make sure that -- ?ā
āCāmon, Lenny, that partās easy. First I built myself up like this.ā I stood up anā spread my arms apart, lettinā āem see how powerful I was. āThen I punked out a couple guys whoād tried to punk me. Then I found out which guys you wanna deal with instead of fuck with, anā I let āem use my punks. Anā I fed āem some other stuff they wanted. Anā then they started lettinā me choose from the fresh meat that come in. Anā when I turned āem, bit by bit -- whatās that phrase? Through trial anā error? -- I figured out how to make āem like it. Anā once I knew, I showed those fuckers how, no matter how much they didnāt want to. Some of āem with a wife anā five kids on the outside, always talkinā ābout how much they liked pussy anā tits. Iād lay āem back anā I pop their legs in the air anā I shove my dick up their ass anā Iād make āem shoot their wads while I fucked āem on their backs, just like you fuck a woman. Anā not just once; I did it to some of āem over anā over. I made āem like it. I made āem think they were queer for a manās dick up their ass. I showed āem who was boss. It wasnāt so hard to do.ā
Wayne was lookinā at me with wide eyes, again, but he still wasnāt backinā down. āThat was in prison,ā he said, so soft I almost couldnāt hear him. āItās a rarified environment, where men have few normal outlets for sex.ā
āSo...fuckinā...what?! You think Iām lyinā? You think I couldnāt drag some guy in off the street anā do it to him, right now?!ā
Lenny got up anā put his hand on my arm, saying, āCurt, why donāt you sit back down? Let me get you a nice cold beer.ā
Thatās when I realized I was standinā over Wayne anā he was frozen against the corner of the couch, lookinā like he thought I was gonna pop him. Anā maybe I was about to. So I took in a deep breath, let Lenny have my bottle, stepped back anā 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 tryinā real hard to sound cool when he asked, āSo you got guys to cum just by fucking them?ā
I shrugged. I could of told him there was more to it than that, but all of a sudden I wasnāt in a sharinā kind of mood.
Lenny came back in with an ice cold one, cast a hard look at Wayne anā said, āThen 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.ā
I could tell from how his hand shook that it was playtime. Iād spooked āem anā they wanted to get me done anā gone before I got too much drunker. So what the fuck; get it over with.
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