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