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