Cole

Part 3: A New Rival

It's been nearly a year since Cole's five-year sentencing to Goldstone Penitentiary. Since then, he had been participating in an illegal fighting operation, set up by Warden Joseph Parsley. With only a handful participating in the fighting games, he had remained “undefeated”. Furthermore, Cole had developed a friendship with Justin; someone who was once thought of as “Goldstone's Best Cock-sucker”. Despite their complicated history, within the year, the two had gained a fondness for one another and had done what typical friends would do: play sports, work out together, share reading time, watch television, talk about their past, and joke with one another. It was quite a change from a year ago when Cole trusted no one, and where Justin had played a major role in the forced sexual encounter with the former. That said, their sexual history was just as complicated; both have been coerced situations initiated by the Warden.

In spite of this, the Warden had provided Cole a life of comfort at Goldstone in exchange for the latter's participation in the prison fights. Justin's friendship, however, has played a massive role in that comfort. Sex, however, has been an issue for Cole... lack of it. The Warden was correct when he once told Cole that his hormones had to be at their highest. Working out and practicing for his competition was certainly not helping matters. Every morning, he wakes up to rock-hard erections and wet dreams. Still, he was not fully comfortable with the notion of sex with the same gender.

Although Cole was an apparent master when it came to fighting, it was quite different when it came to more friendly sports. Cole was undefeated in the prison fighting games, but as he eventually learned, Justin had other physical talents of his own: basketball. Cole has yet to beat Justin at this type of sport, and on one particular day, he was determined to break Justin's winning streak. Normally the two would play a ten-hoop game, but on one occasion, the two decided to change the stipulations into a twenty-hoop challenge.

Cole: Today's the day, buddy.

Justin: **chuckles** If you say so, champ.

Cole: Let's do this. Twenty-hoop score.

A crowd of inmates surrounded the court to observe. Cole and Justin went all out; proving who would be the better. In the end, Justin was victorious with a 19-20 win. Indeed, it was a close game. Inmates who witnessed their game since the start cheered for Justin and chanted his name... much to his surprise. Cole congratulated his friend and attendant with a handshake followed by a hug and the two headed back to the showers to get cleaned up; walking side-by-side, with one arm placed on the shoulders of the other.

Justin: Wow! That was a first.

Cole: You deserve it, man.

Justin: I guess I can be something else than Goldstone's Best Cock-sucker, eh?

Cole: You don't have to be called that anymore. You deserve a lot more respect than that. Remember that.

Three weeks later, summer had once again returned and Boston was experiencing a heatwave. On a blisteringly hot afternoon, new inmates had arrived at Goldstone. Watching from a railing in the second level of the air-conditioned main building, Cole and Justin witnessed the new inmates making their entrance as they are being checked by the prison guards at the entrance. The facility received a total of only six new inmates to serve time at Goldstone. The standard chants of “Fresh Meat” were emitted from a number of veteran inmates who were present at the time. As Cole and Justin prepared to make their way back to the cells, the chants ceased. “Damn!” “Oh, shit!” “Look at this guy!”; these remarks were all heard from the same inmates taunting the new arrivals.

Cole and Justin saw one of the new inmates who stood out as a result of this response. What they saw astounded both of them. It was another young inmate but certainly with an intimidating stature; six foot seven inches tall, a muscular build as it shows through his exposed biceps, complete with a military buzz-cut and dark blue eyes. Perhaps his most noticeable features were the scarring on the left side of his face. His stern expression alone was enough to send a chill down the spine of those around him, including the guards present.

Justin: Jesus! Don't think I want to meet this guy in a dark alley.

Cole: Not your type, huh?

Justin: **laughs** Matt's bringing lunch soon, so uh...

Cole: Oh yeah, yeah... right behind you.

As Justin made his way back to their cell, Cole resumed having another look at the new inmate who was already making an impression. Although he was hardly the type to be intimidated by anyone, Cole was not getting a good feeling about this particular new arrival. He could not explain it; it was not fear, but he could sense something else about this prisoner. He could not figure it out for himself. The new inmate in question soon took notice of Cole staring at him, breaking the latter out of his thought process. Cole was teased by the young man with a mere wink. After deciding that he had seen enough, Cole headed for Area D, to his cell.

A week after the arrival of the new inmates, it was around noon when Matt arrived with packaged food in the usual “Thank You” bags for Cole and Justin.

Matt: Lunchtime!

Justin: Awesome!

Matt: So, uh... have guys heard?

Cole: Heard what?

Matt: The scar-faced big kid that everyone's been talking about... he really fucked someone up.

Cole: Who?

Matt: Raymond, from Area C. Fucker has a broken jaw.

Justin: Raymond... he's a big guy in his own right.

Cole: Who is this kid anyway?

Matt: Well, reliable sources say that his name is Carter. Eighteen years old, serving thirty years for attempted murder.

Justin: Oh, shit.

Matt: Look, someone like that... you know what this means, right?

Cole: The Warden's gonna try and have him compete in the games?

Matt:... Very likely.

Justin: But... he can't do that! He doesn't know what his guy is capable of.

Matt: He's the Warden. He can do whatever he likes.

Cole: Then I guess I'll just have to prepare myself, huh?

Matt: I gotta get going. Your competition is on Friday. Like you said just now: Be prepared.

Friday... a hot summer night. It was time for Cole to gear up once again. He was not told who he would be facing, but thanks to Matt's warnings, he had a pretty good idea. As he and Justin made their way to the ring, he saw Officer Mason; a menacing smirk as the two strolled through the halls of the sub-levels. Cole was greeted by cheers of the small inmate crowd as the former returned the cheers, saluting with both boxing glove-covered hands. It was then that he saw him; his new opponent... the same scar-faced kid who was built like a marble statue. It was like looking into the eyes of a demon as the Carter gave off a devilish smile directly at Cole. The two were ready to begin their fight as they stood face to face with one another.

Warden: We have a new competitor tonight, so this is how it goes: A good yet fair fight. Understood?

Cole: Yes, sir.

Carter: Yes, sir.

Warden: Alright now... begin!

The match had commenced... Cole vs. Carter. Although Carter was larger and stronger, Cole believed in his quickness to see him through. As he threw his punches, however, Cole's quick strike was blocked almost easily by his new opponent, shocking the former. Cole immediately utilized a number of strikes to try and at least stagger his opponent, but Carter had made it clear that his size did not mean slower.

Three minutes into the match, Cole was beginning to become frustrated. This inmate who was five years his junior was toying with him; blocking and dodging Cole's usually quick and devastating blows. “My turn now,” says Carter. In what seemed like a flash, the new inmate delivered a strong blow that was enough to knock Cole to the ground. Out of the times he competed, this was the first time Cole was ever knocked down. Cole attempted to get back on his feet, trying to regain his composure and his adrenaline as the fight continued. When Cole prepared to go on the offensive, he was taunted by another devious smile from his opponent followed by the blowing of a kiss. Now visibly frustrated, Cole made his move.

It was no good. Carter was not only bigger and stronger, but faster. Cole was staggered by more strong blows from his opponent. With Cole now dazed, Carter moved in for the knockout. Try as he could, Cole could not get up. He would only lose consciousness. It was over; Carter was the victor, and Cole lost his first fight and his title.

Warden: **raising Carter's right hand** Gentleman, your new champion!

As the nearby crowd cheered for Carter's victory, Justin rushed over to Cole's aide. He cradled the back of Cole's head on his legs and attempted to awaken his friend, but he felt another uneasiness. He looked up and saw that the guy who KO'ed his friend was staring directly at him; the latter gave yet another fiendish smile, licking his lips. Despite this attention, Justin turned his sights away and resumed in his attempts to wake up Cole. After one minute, Cole had regained consciousness... but barely. Justin had helped him to his feet and proceeded to ensure Cole made his way back to their cell safely.

Thirty minutes later. Justin was able to secure some ice patches along with bottles of water to help Cole recover. The latter's face was swollen, yet burning with disappointment and rage. Justin attempted to place ice packs on his friend's face.

Cole: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!

Justin: Whoa! I'm just trying to help!

Cole: I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! Just leave me alone.

Justin: I'm sorry...

As Cole began to remove his boxing equipment, there was a knock at his cell door. The Warden once again made his presence known. Accompanied by Officer Mason, who was smug as he chewed gum, the Warden took a long stare at the now “former champion”.

Warden: Sorry, my boy... sucks to be you.

Cole:...

Warden: Well, it was a nice, and gotta say, long ride at the top, but we always can't have things our way, can we?

Cole: Is this why you're here... to gloat?

Warden: Actually, I'm here to enforce some changes around here.

Cole: What kind of “changes”?

Warden: Well, my boy, you're no longer champion... clearly.

Cole: So, what? I'm placed back in the general areas? I can't stay in this cell anymore?

Warden: Oh, no... you get to stay here. You still have the benefits of being a participating fighter in our games. You keep this cell for now, but... there is something... or rather.... someone you can't keep.

Cole: What the fuck are you talking about?

Warden: The new champ has a request for his own cellmate in his new cell... **looks at Justin** you.

Justin: Me?

Cole: What?!

Warden: Carter wants Justin as his new cellmate. You, dear boy, are returning back to being Goldstone's best cock-sucker, with much of it being enjoyed by the new champ. Since your buddy does not seem to appreciate your skills for dick...

Cole: **approaches The Warden** THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY!

Officer Mason: Back off, you little shit! Or I'll take you down... permanently.

Warden: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm yourselves, gentleman. Let's not blow this out of proportion, shall we?

Justin: S-sir, you can't put me in the same cell as that guy... he tried to kill someone.

Warden: Ha. Expressing your own discomfort, huh? Well, I really don't give a shit how you feel about this, boy. As far as I'm concerned, you've been hanging out with Cole for too long. You've forgotten what your role is. This request from the new champ will give you a solid reminder. Oh, and just so I could give you the heads up, Carter has made himself a good friend while at Goldstone recently.

Officer Mason: **raises hand** Guilty!

Warden: And friends do share.

Cole: Sir... please don't do this.

Warden: You know the rules and you've experienced the rules... only victors have the utmost benefits. Dennis, take our boy to the restroom in your office to get cleaned up. The new champ is in the mood to celebrate.

Justin:.... Fuck that. I'm not doing this.

Upon hearing the objection from Justin, the surprised yet outraged Warden towered over Justin before giving the latter a firm slap across his left cheek. Justin had experienced this treatment a number of times and it often brought him to tears, but this time, the result was different. After a mere flinch from being struck by the Warden, Justin looked into the former's eyes with a look of fury, thus validating his defiance. Where Cole had become softer in his demeanor as a result of his friendship with Justin, the latter himself was hardened. Perhaps it was motivated by Cole's words: “You deserve respect, remember that”.

Even Cole was shocked by what he saw: Justin not only expressed his anger towards the Warden with the aforementioned look of fury in his eyes, but his fist clenched tightly. The Warden himself could not believe it; the young inmate standing his ground. Cole decided he had to do something at his point.

Cole:**approaching Justin** Hey, hey, hey. It's alright. Stay calm. Look at me. It's gonna be alright. Right?

Justin:... Yeah.

Warden: You are damn lucky that Carter wants that face of yours intact... along with the rest of you. But you seriously need reminding of your place, boy. Get the fuck out of my sight.

After Justin leaves the cell...

Warden: You want him back? You know what you gotta do. You have one month to prep yourself for a rematch. Don't dawdle.

Once the Warden had left his cell, Cole was left alone to reflect on recent events. In his own rage, he flipped his bed over and shattered his mirror with his bare hands. He suffered minor cuts as a result, but his pride was damaged the most. Looking at his reflection from what was left of his mirror, Cole went to the prison showers to clean up and treat his own injuries. Thankfully, the shower room that was open to regular inmates was empty. Cole could at least be alone to collect his thoughts while his body could gain some measure of relaxation. After a long period of showering, Cole grabbed his towel and headed for his cell. The time for the evening's lockdown was approaching.

As Cole was only a few feet away from his cell, he noticed that the cell that was right across from his was opened. He had never seen anyone occupy the cell across from his before. He witnessed Officer Mason leaving this cell. The corrupt prison guard is seen pulling up his pants, tucking in his uniform shirt, and buckling his pants. Officer Mason saw Cole heading back to his cell, and greeted him with his usual smug expression. Looking past Officer Mason, however, Cole peaked into the cell across from him. He became repulsed by what he saw. His best friend, Justin... forced into sex with the “new champion”. Justin was facing the cell door as he was naked and positioned on all fours. His shoulder was embraced by Carter who aggressively engaged in anal with the former while also completely naked; hard thrust after hard thrust. As the look of pain and revulsion filled Justin's face, Carter's own expression showcased his cockiness once more. He looked directly at Cole; a new taunting look where he is wide-eyed and his tongue waving at the inmate he had defeated.

Officer Mason: **shuts the cell door** How about we let these boys have their fun for the evening, eh?

Not saying a word, Cole would instead retreat back to his cell. It was clear that he would not get much sleep that night. His anger would not allow it. Regardless, he tried to get some measure of rest. Although it took him hours into the night, Cole fell asleep. His recent experience at Goldstone was becoming yet another nightmare. On this night, however, he did not experience a nightmare as he slept, but a strange dream...

He was in a mysterious setting. He could barely see where he was; there was more darkness than there was light. As he looked forward, Cole was embraced from behind by a mysterious figure emerging from the shadows. It was a tender embrace, and Cole smiled in satisfaction from this feeling. He turned around to face the mysterious figure only to wake up to a knock at the door. It was Matt. The morning had come about already.

Cole: Come in.

Matt: Hey. I brought you some breakfast, but I wasn't sure if you were hungry.

Cole: No. I'm not.

Matt: **sits next to Cole** I'm sorry about Justin.

Cole: He's not staying with that piece of shit for long.

Matt: You really care about him, huh?

Cole:...

Matt: Still, you've experienced what this scar-faced kid can do. Think you can take him next time?

Cole: We'll find out in about a month when I try and regain my title. I'm gonna train harder and be better.

Matt: Let me know if you need anything.

Cole: Thanks.

Cole took the Warden's advice and prepared for his rematch. He did everything could: cardio, weight-lift, fight practice, as well as use the library's internet to do his hours-long research on building his skills as a fighter. At this point, it has been two weeks since his defeat, and Justin's transfer into Carter's cell. Despite being only across from Carter's cell, Cole had not seen his friend since the latter was relocated and could hardly get a night's rest without worrying about Justin. On a particular Friday morning, however, where Carter would defend his championship against “The Stinger”, Cole finally crossed paths with Justin. He was sitting on a bench on the general court of the prison, lost in thought. Cole sat next to him.

Justin: **hugs Cole** Boy, am I glad to see you.

Cole: How are you holding up?

Justin: Believe it or not, it hasn't been as bad as I thought it would.

Cole: I'm sorry about all of this..

Justin: Don't be.

Cole: I'll get you out of this. Then we can go back to the way things were.

Justin: That... might not happen.

Cole: Have some faith in me.

Justin: I do. It's just that... I've got something to tell you.

Cole: What is it?

Justin: I could be getting out, soon.

Cole: What? H-how?

Justin: My defense attorney. We spoke about it a few days ago. You know how I was sentenced to four years for a burglary...

Cole: Yeah. Those asshole friends of yours made it so that you take all of the blame when it was their idea and you didn't know.

Justin: Looks like there's evidence that proves that.

Cole: Evidence?

Justin: Yeah, it's.... something to do with their hardware where they tried to delete some messages. Those messages showed how... "my friends"... planned to target the old couple's home. And how they were gonna use me as a scapegoat.

Cole: No shit! If they can prove this...

Justin: Then I'm free.

Cole: **hugs Justin** Oh, my god! That's great, man!

Justin: Yeah! Fingers crossed.

Carter: Sorry to intrude, ladies. **to Justin** Get back to the cell. NOW.

Cole: It's alright. Go ahead.

After Justin's departure, Cole attempted to leave as well, only to have his path blocked by Carter. The two found themselves face to face once again.

Cole: Get the fuck out of my way.

Carter: What's your rush? I think it's finally time we had a nice chat.

Cole: I've got nothing to say to you.

Carter: What? Still sore about losing? No longer... undefeated?

Cole: I just don't like you. Simple as that.

Carter: Wish I could say the same.

Cole: What?

Carter: I was kind of hoping...  well, we don't have to be hostile with one another. We can get to know each other. Like... REALLY get to know each other.

Cole:... Wow. You truly swing that way, huh?

Carter: I love it all.

Cole: No chance.

Carter: Fine. I'll just keep settling for your boy then. Later.

The following night, Cole along with other participants of the fighting games saw the fight between Mikhail “The Stinger” Romanov and Carter, “The Scar-faced Menace” of Goldstone. Cole knew that The Stinger could not win this fight. Inevitably, this proved to be true and Mikhail lost. After Carter was declared the winner and headed for the locker room, he began to pass by Cole before stopping and giving him yet another cocky, arrogant smug look before retreating to the locker room area with Justin. With only two weeks to go before the rematch between himself and Carter, Cole knew he has much to do to prepare... and the possibility that he won't win.

Nevertheless, Cole trained aggressively. He could not tell if he was improving both physically and mentally but was still determined to be better than ever. After hours of trying to push past his previous limits, he headed for the showers... the sub-level showers. Again, he did not like the rusted and molded environment of Area D's sub-level shower rooms, but it was a place where he could be alone. At least the hot water was working.

While showering, he could not help but feel that he was being watched. He immediately turned around and there was Carter... again. Cole was increasingly annoyed with him but knew he could not let him get to his head. As he looked at his adversary once again, the latter did not have his usual cocky demeanor this time. It was like he was almost mesmerized when saw Cole... naked in the showers and Cole could only feel uncomfortable by his stare.

Cole: Really?! What now?

Carter: Just admiring the view.

Cole: Oh? Is that why are you here?

Carter: Acutally, it's the same reason as you: to take a nice quiet shower alone. But uh, the state of this place... well...

Cole: Yeah, I know.

Carter: Looking good, man.

Cole: Leave. Quit perving on me.

Carter: Make me.

Cole:....

Carter: I thought so.

Cole: **turns around**

Carter: I, uh-- wow, I can seriously tap that all day. Officer Mason told me about the night with you and Justin. He got a clear look at that gooch of yours... smooth and pink.

Cole: Well, we all want what we can't have.

Carter: So be it. I'm aware that Justin won't be staying long; possible acquittal and all. So I guess I can focus on making the remainder of his time here a living hell.

Cole: Dude, if you hurt him...

Carter: Then what? Think you can do something to me, or the prison guards... or the Warden. For the time being, he's mine... to do what I wish with him. See you in a few weeks.

Cole: Wait! What if I make you a deal?

Carter: I'm all ears.

Cole: If I win our rematch, I get Justin back. But if you win, you can have me... however you want me. Just don't do anything bad to Justin in the meantime.

Hearing this proposition, Carter turned around to face Cole before approaching him. Cole stood his ground as he could feel the touch of his opponent; the latter placing his hand on the left side of Cole's buttocks.

Carter: So if I win, I get to have this... until we fight, I won't hurt Justin.

Cole: That's the deal, Scar.

Carter: Don't think I'll go easy on you.

Cole: I won't. Because I sure as hell won't go easy on you.

Carter: **chuckles** You've got yourself a deal. See you in a few weeks.

Cole: **smiles** Can't wait.

Carter left the locker room shower and allowed Cole to cleanse himself in peace. After Carter left the scene, Cole's confident demeanor turned into panic as he looked down at his crotch. “Holy shit!” he muttered to himself as he saw that he was erect. He turned around and adjust the shower nozzle for colder temperatures to get rid of his boner.

Due to all the problems he was facing, Cole had not jerked off for weeks. Perhaps sexual hormones were catching up to him and somehow, Carter's touch triggered this. The cold showers were not helping, so he placed his left hand on the wall to balance himself as he spread his legs apart. He took one more look behind him, making sure the coast was clear. Using soap and water as lubrication, he used his right hand to stroke his erection. Seconds in, he found himself gasping as watched streams of semen wash down the shower drain. Next, he laid against the wall, back-first, with the showers still running. Almost in a trance himself, he reflected on everything that was happening since his imprisonment. “What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is happening with me?” he asked himself. At this point, it was as if his upcoming fight with Carter and Justin's safety were the least of his concerns.

He felt that prison was changing him as a person; not someone who was learning from his mistakes, but someone whom he said he would never be. He recalled the times as a teenager when he and his friends once joked around and mocked others for their homosexuality. As he got older, he decided on the notion “What those types of guys do in the bedroom is their business, I just don't want to hear it or even think about it”.

Despite being in jail, he still had aspirations to be married to the “perfect woman” and have kids to raise in the best environment; free from the oppression he and his family suffered while his mother was married to his former stepfather George. Now here he is, years later, in a situation where laying with a dude was now in the realms of temptation, and it was driving him crazy. He took a moment to shut his eyes. Sill reflecting on everything that was happening since arriving at Goldstone, the most prevalent of these thoughts was when he was forced consummate with Justin. He remembered almost vividly how it felt to be inside him and in the privacy of his thoughts, he could admit how good it felt. Cole looked down at his penis once again. Simple masturbation was not enough; he was rock-hard still. His thoughts of Justin triggered an even stronger erection. He knew it would not be the last time that this would happen. Digging deep, he wanted to focus his mind on what was ahead, and he had less than two weeks to prepare.

Friday night... it was time. Thanks to good ole' Al, the prison barber, Cole received a buzz-cut hair-trimming. For a whole month, he trained extremely hard: proper dieting, working out, fight practice, and research. There was a knock at the cell door, and Matt enters; “They're ready” he says. On the night of his defeat, Cole weighed over 190lbs with 15 percent body fat. After his training, he surpassed 200lbs with only 5 percent body fat.

  The anticipated fight was underway. Carter had kept his word to not become highly aggressive towards Justin. Still, much was at stake. As Cole and Carter faced each other from across the makeshift ring, the former turns his sights to Justin, who nods for his approval of Cole. “Right, Gentleman... it is time!” says the Warden as the two rivals approach each other.

Warden: This is what we've all been waiting for. I want a fair match as always. Ready.... begin!

Putting aside any lingering doubts, Cole was more focused than he was before. Seeing an opening he went on the offensive, but Carter was still as quick as ever; dodging and blocking Cole's strikes. It went on this way for a few minutes into the match. “He's got no chance, still,” says Officer Mason, showing his own confidence in Carter. The Scar-faced Menace decided it was his turn to strike after seeing an opening... which he did. Carter broke from his defensive stance and went to deliver a quick and devastating blow. To his shock and astonishment, Cole easily blocked his punch and countered with one of his own, knocking down the former. Thunderous cheers echoed throughout “the arena” in favor of Cole. Carter, notorious for his cockiness and arrogance, found himself looking up at Cole from the floor. He then realized he was being baited the entire time.

Now knowing that Cole had improved since their last fight, Carter was not going to hold back and the fight resumed. Both competitors continuously dodged each other's offensive moves, seemingly not able to best one another. However, Carter eventually saw his opportunity and managed to deliver a much-needed blow to Cole falling the latter just as he did on the night he defeated him. Carter had seemingly won the match once again.

However, Cole was not done. He willed his way to his feet, much to his opponent's annoyance. Wanting to end the match, Carter shook his head, before delivering the finishing blow, believing Cole was too dazed to put up a decent fight anymore. It would be Carter's biggest mistake as Cole was now only slightly dazed from the former's punch. Carter would not realize he was being baited once again until he went for the knock-out. Cole blocked Carter's decisive strike and countered with a devastating uppercut, followed by a hook punch. Carter fell face-first on the floor.

As the Warden went to check on the Scar-faced Menace, he found that the latter was out cold. It was over. Cole was the winner. Mikhail “The Stinger” Romanov carried Cole on his shoulders. Cole,  still dazed from the fight, raised both of his hands in victory as he became Goldstone's fighting champion once again.

Back in his cell, Cole took a moment to relax in his bed. He was profoundly proud of what he had accomplished on this night. Before he could process his victory further, The Warden paid him a visit.

Warden: ... I'll just go ahead and say it: that was the best match ever. Not to mention that was one hell of a comeback!

Cole: Thank you, sir.

Warden: I mean it. I can now say that I truly respect you, Cole. Tonight proved that you are indeed a remarkable young man. **extends his right hand to Cole** Congratulations, champ.

Cole: **shakes The Warden's hand** That means a lot, sir.

Warden: Well, what's this? You don't seem too happy.

Cole: Truthfully, sir... I just want my boy back.

Warden: Request granted! You deserve it. Just so you know, Justin had his trial yesterday. He's been acquitted. I'll bring him over to you.

Minutes later, Officer Mason opened Cole's cell door. The crooked guard had a familiar look of disapproval on his face. Cole smiled as he knew what this meant. Walking past Officer Mason was Justin; a massive smile on his face as he and Cole were cellmates once again. “Congrats, champ!” says Justin. The two held each other in a long embrace as Officer Mason, repulsed by the scene, slammed the cell door.

Cole: Congrats to you. The Warden told me you've been acquitted.

Justin: Yeah. Forensic science prevails. It proved I had no idea what went down that night until it was too late.

Cole: When are you leaving?

Justin: Tomorrow morning.

Cole: Tomorrow? So soon?

Justin: Yeah. My aunt offered to have me stay at her place. The first order of business is attending a community college.

Cole: Fucking A, man! **hugs Justin** that's awesome news.

Justin: But... what about you?

Cole: Don't you worry about me. I'm in the good graces of the Warden and I know how to deal with Carter. I'm gonna be alright.

Justin: You'll be out of here before you know it. And once you are... feel free to look me up if you need anything.

Cole: Well, uh... there is one thing I need from you... if you are willing.

Justin: If you mean losing at basketball, no chance. I'm keeping my own undefeated status, my good man.

Cole: **laughs** Not that. Can you, uh... can you get cleaned up?

Justin: Ah yes, of course, tending to the needs of the champion for the last time.

Cole: Absolutely.

Justin: Well sir, all I can say is... prepare yourself for the best BJ ever.

Cole:.... It's more than that.

Justin: Wha--... wait... are you sure?

Cole: Afraid you can't handle it?

Justin: Wow, uh... **smiles** you're on.

Cole: The Warden's Office... he should have what you need.

Justin: I'll be right back.

8:55pm... five minutes till lockdown. Cole was in his bed, in his boxers, awaiting Justin's return. This would be the third and final sexual encounter with the latter, but this time, there are no outside sources to manipulate what's to come; no Wardens, no Guards, no Inmates... it was just him and Justin. Cole looked down at his boxers... his massive meat peeking through. He did not know how this was going to turn out, all he knew was that he was ready to let go of all of his restraints. The cell door opened, and there was Justin in his towel.

Justin: Hey.

Cole: Hey. You look nervous. Sure you're up to this?

Justin: Funny, I was gonna ask you that question.

Cole: **stands up and walks up to Justin** Yep.

To Justin's surprise, Cole gently grabbed him by the face and started to kiss him. Justin would follow with his arms wrapped around Cole's shoulders as the two had sensually made out. Cole had never kissed another guy before; already a major step to drop his restraints. Justin's towel fell to the floor as Cole pulled him closer to the edge of his bed. He proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed as Justin helped him to remove his boxers. The moment Justin started to go down him, Cole's face lit up with excitement. His reaction was the complete opposite of the first night of their encounter. Cole proceeded to lay back on his bed while Justin did his thing. This was considered the last show of “Goldstone's Best Cock-sucker”.

Justin was determined to deliver his best performance for Cole. He utilized his skills with constant deepthroating and licking the tip of Cole's manhood; which was everything Cole had wanted for some time. “Let's do this,” says Cole as he moved toward the middle of the bed. He had spread his legs open, and his outrageously huge cock., both in its length and in its girth, showed no signs of quitting. Indeed, he was ready.

As with the first time they had sex a year prior, Justin had to adjust to Cole's dick... slowly sliding down on it, as he started to give off some squeals.

Cole: You alright?

Justin: Yeah, your dick is humongous!

Cole: Be careful, man.

Eventually, Justin was able to loosen up enough for Cole's "schlong". From a cowgirl angle, with his knees placed firmly on the bed, he began the pace of riding Cole. “That's it... keep going” Cole softly uttered to Justin, feeling the sensation he had not felt for a long time. With his hands placed on Justin's hips, Cole kept himself nice and relaxed. His knees were still raised in order to keep his friend in place as the latter continued to straddle him.

Cole was not worried about his sexuality at this point. All he could think about now was how he wish he had done this earlier. He was already reaching a climax, but he did not want the moment to stop. Therefore, he wanted to control the flow of his semen. However, it was yet another losing battle... he could not hold it. “Oh god!” he shouted as let off moans and groans, releasing his flow of cum. It was seemingly over...

Justin: Uh Huh. I uh... hope that's not the end of it.

Cole: More?

Justin: **nods his head** Mm hmm.

Cole: Hell yeah!

Standing on their feet, Cole and Justin kissed a bit more before the latter bent over on the edge of the bed. With Justin's anus exposed and somewhat loosened, Cole prepared for his own thrusting via doggy style.

Cole: **shaking Justin's buttocks with his hands** Look at that ass!

Justin: Ready when you are...

Indeed, Cole was ready to continue. After slowly inserting his manhood into Justin's pink, hairless, anus once more, then came the aforementioned thrusting. The cell was now filled with sounds of moaning and flesh clapping, with the image of Cole covered in his own sweat. The scene did not go unnoticed, however. Cole and Justin were oblivious to the presence of the Warden, peering through the former's cell door. Officer Mason was approaching the door to investigate what was happening, only to be stopped by the gesture of the Warden.

Officer Mason: Are they....?

Warden: They sure are. Let's leave them to it.

Officer Mason: You know this boy knows too much. He leaves tomorrow.

Warden: I'm aware of that.

Officer Mason: Well, something has to be done about him.

Warden: I'm aware of that, too...

Back in Cole's cell, the intensity of sex on the final night of being cellmates was very high. It was miles away from the night when Cole was horrified by being inside someone of the same gender. This time, he enjoyed every minute and he made this clear to Justin. Both young inmates were ready to conclude their tryst. Cole pulled out and coated Justin's backside with his semen, with Justin releasing his own man-fluid on the floor. It was over this time. They were both spent. The two relaxed on Cole's bed and had to catch their breath as they rest.

Cole: My god... never in a million fucking years did I think I would do this.

Justin: No regrets, I hope.

Cole: You know, sometimes people give you shit for thinking with your dick instead of your brain, and tonight, I guess I was thinking only with my dick.

Justin: And.... what is your brain thinking right now.

Cole: That I should have done this months ago. **laughs**

Justin: **laughs**

Cole: I don't think I'm gonna do this with anyone else here. You say you're staying with your aunt for a while?

Justin: Yeah. I've got so much to do when I get out of here. To be honest, I really have to stay on the down low with my sexuality. Until I've finally carved out a life for myself. That means after tonight, no dick for a while until I get my shit together.

Cole: Well, you do what you have to, man. But after tonight, I doubt your gonna find the best dick out there. It's all right here.

Justin: Now, that I'm not denying in the slightest.

Cole: How were things with Carter?

Justin: Believe it or not... he's... not really all that bad.

Cole: Really?

Justin: He's opened up to the things about why he's here. I promise I would not tell anyone, but... maybe you two should talk one day.

Cole: We'll see. Let me ask you this.. how big is he?

Justin: **chuckles** He's not as big as you, but still has one hell of a dick... unlike some other men here...

Cole: Like?

Justin: The Warden. He briefly mentioned his own time with me as Goldstone's best cock-sucker...

Cole: Yeah, I remember.

Justin: Yeah, well uh.. **short thing hand gesture**

Cole: **laughs** Oh, shit!

Cole and Justin had talked throughout most of the night until they had fallen asleep on the same bed. The following morning, as the two inmates had embraced as they slept, the cell door clicked open, leading to Cole waking up. As he realized the time, there was a look of disappointment on his face. It was not regret from having sex with Justin, rather it was disappointment that now he had to say farewell to his friend... and his first male lover. But his concerns were set aside momentarily after seeing his “morning wood”. Despite having sex, Cole's drive was still high. He flexed his cock, causing him to be fully erect once more. Justin had woken up to the sight of Cole's erection... it was like staring at a monument. With a smile, Justin says to Cole...

Justin: Someone's still hard...

Cole: And someone's awake...

Justin: **chuckles** BJ?

Cole: Definitely.

Cole removed the bed sheets for his final oral treatment from Justin. The two kissed once again as Justin stroked Cole's manhood before going down on him. Before their oral encounter had started, however, they heard inmates and guards chatter outside their cell, killing the moment.

Justin: Well, I guess it was not meant to be.

Cole: Well... how about the workout area?

Justin: Good idea!

As the pair headed to Cole's personal workout yard outside to have sex once again, the cell door opened. Cole and Justin, still naked, covered themselves with their bed sheets. In walks The Warden along with Matt; the latter carrying the usual breakfast carry out for the champ.

Warden: Well, well. Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Cole: To be honest sir... yes.

Warden: My apologies, champ. It's just that uh... **looking at Justin** you're free to go. Ms. Carpenter is waiting for you.

Justin: That's my aunt.

Warden: I'll leave you two to say your goodbyes. Matt, you can leave it on the bed.

After The Warden and Matt leave the cell...

Justin: Dammit!

Cole: Hey, hey, come on. You're free now. You don't have to deal with this fucked up place anymore.

Justin: Look, maybe there's something I can do to help you get early parole. You shouldn't have to deal with being here in the long run either.

Cole: Don't worry. It's going to be alright for me. You just focus on going to school and crushing it.

Half an hour later, Justin had dressed in some casual clothing, signifying his freedom. He and Cole hugged one last time as he headed to the main building to meet his relative. Cole sensed that Justin was now a much more confident and stronger person than he was when he first arrived a Goldstone, mistreated by numerous inmates, guards, and even The Warden. Justin had come a long way, and so has his relationship with Cole.

After Justin happily waved goodbye to Cole, the latter did the same. However, he briefly turned his sights to Officer Mason as Justin made his departure. When things did not go his way, Officer Mason was known to express his own frustration, and surely Justin's freedom would have done that for him. But Cole immediately felt unsettled as the guard only smirked at Cole, when he closed the cell door. Cole thought to himself: “What the fuck was that all about?” It couldn't be because Officer Mason chose Cole as his next target; the Warden made sure of that. It was certainly something else. He started to panic and thought it had to have something to do with Justin.

Cole ran out of his cell, afraid for Justin's safety. He arrived at the main building and upon doing so, he saw Justin in the arms of the woman who was there to take him away. It was without a doubt Justin's aunt, Ms. Carpenter. The two happily strolled down the hallway as they left the building. Justin was free and Cole breathed a sigh of relief. But he still had a bad feeling; he knew something terrible was in the works and felt helpless to do anything about it.

To be continued...