Cole

Part 7: Love Letter

Despite the benefits that came with Cole's victories in the Goldstone Games, the Warden has had him under his own scrutiny for months due to losing two people who knew about the fights which would be deemed illegal. Ever since the Warden stated that he had the means to ensure that no one knew about the illegal prison fights outside of prison, this for a time left Cole in a state of panic. He feared more for Justin and Carter's safety than for his own if what the Warden said was true. But his fears were often put to rest as Justin sends him letters and photos monthly and the same goes for Carter.

For a time, without a workout partner or cellmate, the only thing Cole could do during this period was to go about his routine: working out, combat training, competing in the Goldstone Games, and winning the Goldstone Games. Recently, however, his routine had slightly changed.

Saturday; past mid-November. It was 6:47 am, the morning following Cole's continuous winning streak in the Friday night prison fights, the prison lockdown was to be lifted in just minutes. He was still sound asleep, wearing only a tank top while the rest of him was naked from the waist down, with his sheets and covers piled up towards the edge of the bed. It was time to wake up, but not simply because he had enough sleep or because the prison lockdown was to be lifted. Something was happening, or rather, he felt something happening to him that morning. His closed eyes were flinching, wanting to open them quickly to see what was going on, which he eventually did. After doing so, he slowly reached for the lamp post on the small table to his left; the sounds of a portable fan and gurgling filled the cell. Switching on the lamp, Cole looked down and had awoken to an unexpected sight: a young man positioned in between his legs, using his left hand to control Cole's fully erect cock, while using his right hand to reach inside Cole's shirt, feeling on the latter's hard abs before tweaking his nipples.

It was a morning blowjob that awoke Cole. Cole's reaction? It was not from someone who was objective, hesitant or freaked out. If anything, he edged himself closer to the young man while slightly folding his knees as he spread his legs, adjusting more to the scenario, letting the would-be head-giver continue to have his way with his manhood.

??: Wakey, Wakey.

Cole: Morning. Woo! I can get used to waking up to this. But there is one thing wrong with this...

??: What?

Cole: What's with the clothes? Lose em'.

??: It is kinda cold, you know.

Cole: Well then... let's say we do some warm-up exercises? If you're not too sore.

??: Oh, I'm ready. Let's do this.

Eager to follow Cole's suggestion, this new inmate strips out of his prison overalls, tossing them on top of the second bed. Now completely naked, he climbed on top of Cole, and the two inmates briefly yet passionately kiss before this new fling repositioned himself in between Cole's legs once more and carried on with their “morning workout”.

So.... how did this happen? What led to this development? Who was this person Cole was fooling around with? Flashback two months prior in early September. Two months had already passed since Carter's departure. It was a Wednesday, and the morning started well enough; letters from both Justin and Carter. Both former inmates were doing great in life. Justin was living with relatives and attending school as planned. Carter was staying with a long-time friend while modeling for an income, garnering quite a bit of online attention. Also, his relationship with his mother had strengthened since leaving his abusive father, who was facing a divorce and a separate lawsuit as a result of years of domestic violence. Indeed, Cole was happy to hear this. In the few months since Carter's leave, the Warden had tightened his leash on him; having guards monitor some of his activities in the prison, surveying any visits Cole would receive, as well as keeping tabs on his activities in the prison library, including his history when surfing the web. These were the acts of an apparent paranoid man in charge. Around noon on the same day, Cole was invited into the Warden's office for a “quick chat”.

Cole: **knocks on the Warden's office door**

Warden: Come in.

Cole: You wanted to see me, sir?

Warden: I did. Have a seat.

Cole: **sits down**

Warden: I have to say, I think I have been too harsh with you, my boy.

Cole: What do you mean?

Warden: Well, as you know, I've been keeping a close eye on you. And you might be pissed off when I say this, but... I've seen the letters between you, Justin, and Carter.

Cole: Hmm. I see.

Warden: Well, believe it or not, that was the ticket for me to lighten up. You expressed how the fights have made you better physically and mentally, how it made you live a comfortable setting during this difficult period in your life, and how you've developed a mutual respect for certain inmates who compete in the games; having the time of your life, as it is. And you've asked both Justin and Carter not to reveal what's happening at Goldstone. Clearly, you have an appreciation for all I've done for you these past two years.

Cole: I do, sir. A lot.

Warden: I'm glad to hear it! Shit, actually I'm ecstatic to hear it. I'm normally not the type of person to admit his faults, but as I said, I was too harsh on you, and I apologize.

Cole: Thank you, sir.

Warden: Quite welcome. Enjoy the rest of your day.

Cole: You as well, sir.

How Cole felt afterward was far from relief. The damage has long since been done. “They know about it. And I can't risk this operation being exposed, you understand? And I do have ways to make sure that does not happen”; those words haunted Cole. He did not trust the Warden and still wondered what he was hiding. Therefore, the Warden's apology and declaration to “lighten up” did not mean much to Cole, as he realize there was a chance that the former was trying to manipulate him.

Aside from the problems with the Warden, since Justin and Carter left the prison, Cole has not socialized much with other inmates. Some casual conversation here and there, but nothing of significance to develop a new bond with a fellow inmate. New inmates had arrived at the prison. Taking his usual spot on the second level of the building to witness the newcomers, Cole witnessed a total of seven arrivals enter the complex before leaving. “Nothing special,” he thought to himself. He made his way to Al, the prison barber, as he felt he was in dire need of a fresh look.

Al: Well, hello there! What can I do for you?

Cole: The usual, sir.

Al: You got it... sir.

Once again, Cole and Al were engaged in what the former describes as fun conversation with a man whom he respects above all in prison, certainly even more so than the Warden. Al had the role of a friend and almost a father figure anytime Cole would visit his shop. There was also no denying Al's talents; Cole found himself with a fresh buzz-cut fade with a perfect connecting trimmed- facial hair complete and a neatly trimmed goatee. Al worked his magic again, and Cole was once again impressed as usual. The two bid each other a nice day, before Cole decided to stroll outside into the general prison area.

Cole knew it was only a matter of time before the weather changed into colder conditions, and he hated it. It was later in the afternoon when he decided to enjoy the amazing weather that felt like fresh spring. He leaned on one of the fences, having a smoke when a bit of a spectacle was about to unfold. Brian, another inmate, had approached a somewhat smaller inmate named Rico. The smaller inmate was minding his own business, using some of the outside gym equipment for weight lifting.

Brian: **to Rico** Hey, you! So, you're a fag, huh?

Rico: What?

Brian: Don't “what” me. Things have been circling around about you. You into dicks, you little faggot?

??: Ey! Back off! That's not necessary!

Brian: Mind your own damn business!

Jacob: **to Brian** Come on, man. Let's go.

Brian: **to Cole** What the fuck are you lookin at? Huh?!

Jacob: Whoa, whoa, whoa! No fucking way, man! **to Cole** Hey, Cole... respect, man.

Cole: You better put a leash on this dog.

Jacob: Come on, Brian. We need to go, man.

??: **to Cole** Damn! So, I guess you're the famous Cole I've been hearing about.

Cole: **laughs** Not famous, but uh... I get around. What's your name?

??: Name's Kenneth.

Cole: Nice to meet you.

Kenneth Jones; an inmate who was of African American descent, was serving time for assault with a deadly weapon and inflicting grievous injuries. The result of a gang-related attack. So far, he had served four out of his seven-year prison sentence. He was recently transferred to Goldstone as the previous prison he was serving time in had been closed down for some major renovations and restructuring, so many prisoners were transferred to various prison locations around the country.

The following Thursday, Cole, who had missed doing some major socializing, invited Kenneth to a game of hoops. Kenneth had accepted the challenge. Cole would find himself out of his league once again as Kenneth had proven to be quite a pro at b-ball. Still, it was all fun and games even if Cole had lost a few of them. Cole had come to like this fellow inmate. Kenneth's carefree yet respectable gentleman's demeanor made it hard for Cole to believe he was serving a number of years in prison for a crime that was perhaps more major than his own.

Kenneth: Not bad, boss.

Cole: Not bad?! You keep beating my ass.

Kenneth: Sorry, my guy, you play to win.

Cole: Of course. What do you say? One more game?

Kenneth: Absolutely, but uh... we'll have to make this quick. I got a date.

Cole: Uh-- A date?

Kenneth: My cellmate, Barry. We're uh...

Cole: Oh.

Kenneth: Hope you're not too uncomfortable.

Cole: No. Not at all. So, you're gay? Bi?

Kenneth: I'd say Bi... for now.

Cole: For now? What do you mean? If you don't mind my asking.

Kenneth: Not at all. Four years I've been in prison and not a day goes by when I think of the touch and feel of the perfect woman. But here I am; I'm just a man who has needs... ah... maybe I shouldn't give too much away.

Cole: No, go ahead.

Kenneth: Sure? Don't mind a little TMI?

Cole: **laughs** Not in the slightest.

Kenneth: Wacking off in my cell is not doing me any justice. I'm young, I've got a build-up of A LOT of hormones, and Barry knows how to work and take a dick.

Cole: He's your first guy?

Kenneth: Yeah, he is. What about you?

Cole: Me?

Kenneth: I'm kinda getting hints you dabbled on the other side before yourself.

Cole: I have. It was with someone I trusted and had been a good friend to me while being here. Even though it did not start that way.

Kenneth: And you see, that's another thing: I'm learning through my time with Barry that gender is becoming less of a factor. As long as you have a genuine connection with that person, then you can let the good times roll; or... just experiment. Me, when I get out of prison, I want to be married to the most gorgeous woman on this planet and have enough kids that will drive me crazy, but it would still be worth it.

Cole: That's exactly the goal I'll be setting for myself when I leave prison.

Kenneth: Right? But for now, I'm just letting my dick do the thinking for me.

Cole: And what is your dick telling you about Barry?

Kenneth: That the motherfucker is tight!

Cole: **laughs**

Kenneth: Other than this friend, have you done it with anyone else?

Cole: No. I was close, but uh... he's been paroled. It's probably a good thing because I've been adamant to settle for jacking off for the remaining three years I have here.

Kenneth: Well, you've got more willpower than me, man.

The conversation between Cole and Kenneth had limited the time they spent playing basketball. It was 7:30 at night, and prison rules were that all inmates had to be indoors by eight o'clock. After bidding one another good night, Cole returned to his cell to do some evening training. After the usual lockdown, Kenneth's words and personality stuck with Cole. They had much in common.

In his head, Cole certainly considered the type of openness Kenneth had expressed for himself. After all, his time with Justin should have been enough to become more open toward man-on-man experiences. So what was keeping him to explore further, especially with former rival Carter? The answer is home. He often worried about what his friends and family back home would think... especially his friends. During his teens, he remembered how he and his friends often teased, mocked, and bullied numerous peers for or suspected of being homosexual. One time, during a gay pride parade, while stationed on the top of a roof, he and his friends filled balloons with urine and toss them on the marching crowd below. With the benefits of being a bit more mature as well as all that he was experiencing and all that he has gone through in recent years, he now regrets those actions.

Since then, he has indeed had sex with another male, more than once, and nearly had sex with another. As much as he wanted to cite sexual frustration as a factor to finally give in, or just live for the moment, he could no longer say that it was just for the hell of it. He certainly developed a connection with Justin when they had sex and the same was almost in full swing with Carter. But there was nothing he could do to act on those feelings now since both boys have left the prison, doing well with their own lives, and may decide to write their last letter before moving on. It was only for a slight moment that he considered Kenneth filling that void he has now but he quickly brushed that idea off since he and Kenneth were apparently “givers” instead of “takers”.

After lockdown that evening, Cole decided to “test” his cock. Since he was not hard, he wanted to see if he could become erect from the mere thought of sex with men. He closed his eyes and thought of both times he had full anal sex with Justin, forcefully and willingly. Not even ten seconds passed as he was already rock hard. He removed his clothing, relaxed on his bed, and stroked himself until his abs and pubes were covered in semen. But he knew this only provided a short period of relief... very short.

The weeks progressed and Cole developed a new friendship with Kenneth. The two often played hoops and worked out in the public area. Cole was spending less and less time with the equipment in his cell's “backyard”, but still keeps up to date with his training for the fights. Despite this newfound relationship, Cole has not confided in Kenneth about the Goldstone Games, and was not allowed to. Only those who were in the fold could know. But keeping this from Kenneth was never an issue. The two really enjoyed one another's company.

Although Kenneth had become the inmate that Cole associated with regularly, it was not difficult to have some alone time in the public area. Cole postured himself against a fence, having a quick smoke. He promised himself to kick the habit very soon. Suddenly, another spectacle was about to take place once more. Again, it involved the same prisoners as before, Brian and Rico. The two got into a heated exchange before Rico taunted Brian with a “smooch”, infuriating the larger inmate. Brian lashed out with a swing, only for Rico to dodge and retaliate with a punch of his own. “You hit like a bitch, faggot” Brian responds after being struck in the face, slightly nursing his lip. There were, however, nearby guards to break up the scuffle. As the two fighting inmates were being separated and taken away, Cole made eye contact with Rico, nodding in approval as he admired the kid's spunk; Rico would give off a "cute smirk" upon seen Cole's expression.

The following day, Cole wanted to have a cheat day for his meal. It was around lunchtime when Matt brought him a Philly Cheese-steak and shoestring fries with a few bottles of coke and a brownie. Cole missed this palette of temptation.

Matt: This, my friend... is real food.

Cole: Give me, give me, give me!

Matt: **laughs** Here you go, man! Enjoy.

Cole: Hey Matt, before you go. You tend to know what's going on in prison, don't you?

Matt: Pretty much. Why?

Cole: There was this guy, Brian. He was giving this kid a hard about being gay.

Matt: Dude, I actually heard about that. Well, here's the thing: this kid you're talking about... Rico. Well, the thing is that he has a boyfriend who was also doing time here before him. Rico sent him a letter and some photos and by the time his boyfriend was paroled, he actually left those things behind.

Cole: Oh, shit.

Matt: Yeah. So, guards got to those letters first, then they showed them to some inmates, and it spread like wildfire.

Cole: So, Rico's here now. Why?

Matt: Probation violation by driving under the influence. Don't know how long he's staying though.

Cole: I see. What about the letter?

Matt: It's a love letter and... I have it. Along with the photos.

Cole: What?! Why?

Matt: Well, I don't care too much for the letter. It's a bit too sentimental for me. The photos, though... oh man.

Cole: What about them?

Matt: Rico's nude pics... this guy's seriously carrying some junk in the trunk.

Cole: Is he? Any chance you can show me? The letter too.

Matt: Oh? Looking for a boy toy, buddy?

Cole: **chuckles** I'm just curious, that's all.

Matt: Aren't we all. I'll bring them to you tomorrow.

Cole: Cool. Thanks.

Later that day, Cole did some jogging around the general areas to get some cardio in. As he stopped to catch his breath, he noticed a familiar figure in a short distance. It was the talk of Goldstone: Rico. With a pencil at hand, Rico was sitting at a fence and the area around him was clear... for now. Cole approached Rico who was engaged in some sketching on sheets of paper.

Cole: May I?

Rico: Sure. **shows Cole his pencil sketch**

Cole: That's pretty good. Tattoo art from the looks of it.

Rico: It's my bread and butter when I get out of here. 

Cole: **sits down next to Rico** I hear that. My name's Cole. Nice to meet you. **extends hand for a handshake

Rico: Likewise. **shakes Cole's hand** Name's Rico. What are you in for?

Cole: Burglary and assault. Serving five years.

Rico: Wow. That sucks.

Cole: Yeah, it's given me some time to think about what to do after all is said and done here.

Rico: If you don't mind my saying, I hear you have quite the reputation here.

Cole: It's... it's complicated. But overall, I'm an honest and nice guy who tries to keep out of trouble. So, you're a tattoo artist, huh?

Rico: Yes, sir. This is my plan when I get out. I'm gonna become a professional tattoo artist.

Cole: At least you have a plan, man.

Rico: So, what cell do you stay in? It's rare I see you around.

Cole: Area D.

Rico: Huh. Haven't been to that building before.

Cole: It's just another building to hold inmates. Nothing special. You know, I was impressed by how you defended yourself yesterday. You don't seem to take shit from anyone, do you?

Rico: I try not to. Overall, I'm just someone who wants to be left alone over dealing with any drama.

Cole: I know just how you feel. I'll uh... let you proceed with those cool-looking sketches of yours. It was nice meeting you.

Rico: I'm just about done. If you're up to chit-chatting some more...

Cole: Of course.

Rico Barros was his full name. He was born in Brazil before moving to the states with his parents. In his conversation with Cole, he stated how he got on the wrong side of the law with the possession of cocaine. He was on probation for several months before his boyfriend got into the drug dealing business himself. Rico did his best to keep out of it, especially when his boyfriend had to do time in prison. Rico once drove under the influence of alcohol, which led to being sentenced to thirteen months in prison, having violated his probation.

Cole: Sound's like you've gone through a lot yourself, huh?

Rico: It's a lot, but not just for my sake, but for the sake of my family, I have to change. I can't wait to get out of here.

Cole: Um... I hope you're not offended, but I heard about--

Rico: The letter and photos I sent to my boyfriend? Yeah, that idiot actually left them here. I can barely get a moment's peace because of it. Inmates want to either want to hook up with me or beat the hell out of me. I take solace in knowing I'm sharing a cell with an inmate who happens to be a nice guy, otherwise, I'm fucked. And not in a good way.

Cole: If uh.... if I were to be honest, I know someone who still has that letter and the photos. I can toss them for you.

Rico: Won't make a difference. The damage is done. Here's the crazy shit though: it's one thing for inmates to hit on me, but there's this guard, creepy as a fuck, he's always flashing his dick at me, and I have to try all I can to stay the fuck away from him...

Cole: About my height, scruffy beard, and wears sunglasses?

Rico: Ah, you know just who I'm talking about.

Cole: Officer Dennis Mason. So often, I think about clocking that piece of shit.

Rico: You two had a history, huh?

Cole: He hurt someone I cared about while he was imprisoned here. Abused him.

Rico: Oh, boy.

Cole: Stick around me more. I've got your back.

Rico: Thank you.

Cole returned to his cell to catch a quick nap before training. Matt had managed to give him a new set of dumbbells, so Cole looked forward to testing them out later. Just as he drifted off to the comfort of sleep, there was a knock at his cell door.

Cole: Yeah...

Matt: Oh, sorry man. Sleeping?

Cole: Yeah, but no worries. What's up?

Matt: Just thought I bring you something to read...

Cole: Oh, so this is it, huh? Wow!

Matt: I know, right? THAT is an is an ass!

Cole: You're telling me. You've been beating your meat to this shit, haven't you?

Matt: I plead the fifth.

Cole: **laughs** Sure.

Matt: Well, I'll leave you to it, man. Let me know what you think.

After Matt left the cell, Cole sat down on his bed to review the contents of the letter and photos from Rico. Indeed, the Brazilian inmate was a gorgeous young man. Cole had endearing hazel eyes himself, but Rico, who also had hazel eyes, rivaled or even surpassed the alluring structure of Cole's. They practically gleam when giving a direct stare at a person. Rico also had noticeably pink perky lips. He was in good shape, but major props were due to his aforementioned buttocks. This is what Rico flaunted the most in his photos. There was one in particular which showed a close-up picture of him bending over while looking back at his camera; his hairless pink anus, tight in its appearance, wowed Cole, whose eyes widened.

Then there was also a written letter addressed to Rico's boyfriend. The recipient was named Joel. Cole read the letter and was astonished by the opening: “Hey Baby! Thanks for the wishes for my twenty-third birthday!”. Earlier, Cole had said to himself how much he admired this kid's (Rico's) spunk, only to learn that they were just about the same age. Rico had such a youthful appearance; someone who looked as if they were still in their teens, granted their late teens. Cole proceeded to read the rest of the letter in Rico's words:

“You can probably tell by how much I miss you, Papi. At times when we don't have the popo sniffing our butts, I miss all the times when we get into some major shit, mostly for the thrill of it. That night at Franklin Park was crazy! Remember? You said since the animals at that zoo were not in their mating rituals, then why not us? Right here, Right now! I thought you lost your mind, but no doubt we both had something on our minds that night in that park. That night when we hid ourselves and fucked with the danger of getting caught was one of the greatest times in my life. Being with you has been one of the greatest times in my life. You've been just the person to go to any time I got into it with my parents, especially my dad, and you know what to say and do to cheer me up. I hope you get out soon so that we can resume where we left off. You're right, there's still much we haven't explored yet, and I can't wait. Just to give you the heads up, the minute we are alone, I will immediately rip off whatever pants and underwear you are wearing so that I can get to that delicious dick of yours, lol. Again, I miss you. I love you. Come home soon. Your boy, Rico.”

Cole was amused but found that the letter was nowhere near as amusing as the pictures. No longer feeling the need for a nap, Cole did not waste time in seeking out Rico again, this time to return his letter back to him. After some searching, he found that Rico was staying in area F. He finally got a bird's eye view of the inmate he was seeking out who was approaching his cell, but to his dismay, he witnessed Brian, the same inmate who have been giving Rico problems earlier, approaching the Brazilian inmate from behind, pushing him to the ground. Cole immediately ran to Rico's aide.

Brian: Hey there, tough guy! How 'bout we settle things here, huh? **kicking Rico in the stomach** What do you say, princess?!

Cole: Hey! Back off!

Brian: You again? Seriously, man I've had just about enough of you.

Aggressively approaching Cole, Brian went for a quick knockout with a swift right hook. Unfortunately for him, Cole easily dodged his swing, causing Brian to go for both a left and right hook, but to no avail. An immensely experienced fighter, Cole took down Brian with a heavy strike to the gut with his left fist, followed by a strong hit to Brian's face, downing him instantly. Rico was shocked, trying to process what had just happened in what had seemed like a flash. Brian, who was still on the ground and physically stunned, used his left hand to signal for Cole to keep his distance while using his right hand to nurse his jaw. As Brian spat out blood, prison guards arrived at the scene to break up the skirmish. Cole helped Rico to his feet, while the guards escorted Brian back to his cell in Area C. Cole exchanged looks with one of the guards, Paul Davids, who was affiliated with the fold of the Goldstone Games. The message in the exchange in looks was loud and clear: this inmate Brian had only begun to learn his lesson.

Cole helped Rico, who was nursing his stomach, to reach the confines of his cell. Rico cast his sketchbook aside as he let out a sigh from the pain he was feeling while sitting on his bed.

Cole: You alright, man?

Rico: Yeah. That fucker kicks like a mule.

Cole: You don't have to worry about him anymore.

Rico: I'll say! You move like... lightning!

Cole: **laughs**

Rico: Now I know why people--

Cole: It's... nothing. I uh... wanted to give you this... **hands the photos and letter to Rico**

Rico: Ah... this. How did you find them?

Cole: I have this friend, Matt, he came into possession of them. Knowing him, it definitely wasn't just for safekeeping.

Rico: You read them?

Cole: I-- I did. I'm sorry, curiosity just got the better--

Rico: No problem. Thanks for going out of your way to return them to me. **chuckles** This shit's got me into a lot of trouble here.

Cole: Your boyfriend's a lucky guy.

Rico: Ex... boyfriend, actually. He wrote me a break-up letter, saying he has to move on in life. I was willing to wait for him when he got locked up, but he wasn't willing to wait for me. He's already hooked up with someone else.

Cole: **Sits next to Rico** I'm sorry.

Rico: Yeah... I received that letter on the day when you saw me get into that fistfight with that asshole, Brian.

Cole: You were already pissed off that day.

Rico: I was in fearless mode at the time. Someone who I thought was the love of my life decided to toss me aside the moment some other queer bent over for him and he couldn't keep his pants on.

Cole: Oh, shit. I can definitely relate.

Rico: Yeah?

Cole: There was this girl. Heather was her name. The most beautiful person inside and out. At the same time, she was a no-nonsense braud who didn't take shit from anyone, even me. That's what attracted me to her the most. She decided to move on after she got pregnant from someone else.

Rico: I'm sorry.

Cole: Don't be. It's been two years now. Time heals. Well, I gotta get going.

Rico: Thanks again... say, uh... I notice how you and that other guy Kenneth play basketball and hang out a lot. I don't suppose you two have room for one more, do you?

Cole: The more the merrier, man.

Rico: **smiles** Thanks.

Cole left the cell with a wide grin on his face. This did not go unnoticed, however, as the Warden suddenly appeared, much to Cole's second surprise of the day. “Let's have a word; my office,” said the Warden. Cole of course would comply and accompany the Warden to his main office.

Warden: Well, my boy. The guards just told me about the, uh... rescue scene you performed back there. So, I wanted to let you know that Brian kid won't cause problems for you and this... Rico anymore. Per your instructions to Paul, certain inmates would see to it that Brian is kept in line.

Cole: Thank you, sir.

Warden:.. You like him, don't you?

Cole: I-- I, uh...

Warden: **laughs** Don't worry, my boy. It's alright. It's just a matter of seeing if he's the right one for the, uh... inner circle.

Cole: Um... sir. He's going through a lot right now. Maybe now's not the right time--

Warden: Say no more. If you can wait, I can wait. Just let me know when.

Cole: Also, sir... I was kinda hoping that Rico would not have to worry about Officer Mason...

Warden: Oh, shit. He's at it again, huh? Fuckin' man-whore. I'll have a word with him.

Cole: Thank you, sir.

Just as life in prison would become easier for Cole in the earlier days, the same would be true for Rico. Cole maintained his winning streak in the prison fights as usual with the weeks going by while at the same time, he strengthened his bond with Kenneth and Rico... through casual conversation, working out, and having fun playing hoops. By late October, however, the weather converted to what Cole hated... colder weather. On one particular Tuesday, the change in weather did not stop Cole from wanting to play another game with his friends, but only Rico showed up.

Cole: Hey. Where's Kenneth?

Rico: Yeah, uh... Kenneth's not feeling too good. This weather...

Cole: I see. I hope he gets well soon. What about you?

Rico: I'm not sick, but... I'm not a fan of this weather either.

Cole: You and me both. Maybe next time.

Rico: Next time, my friend.

As Cole watched Rico stroll away, he came to a decision... granted a risky decision. He made his way to the Warden's Office.

Warden: Well, hey there, champ! What can I do for you?

Cole: A new cellmate, sir.

Warden: Ha ha! I knew it was only a matter of time, my boy.

Cole: I know what the rules are, but I just wanted--

Warden: Ah, bub-bub... say no more. If you trust him, then I'm gonna allow you to explain it to him. 

Cole: Uh... yes sir.

Cole arrived at Rico's cell once again. The latter was sitting quietly on his bed reading when he noticed the former at the door.

Rico: Wassup?

Cole: Listen, Rico... can I trust you?

Rico: Of course.

Cole: There's something I need to show you. No one can know about this, not even Kenneth.

Rico: What is it?

Cole: Come with me.

Cole escorted Rico to Area D. For the first time ever, Rico was introduced to Cole's cell. He was astonished by Cole's possessions and how the cell was decorated but was even more surprised at the back door that led to the fenced-off “backyard” of the cell, ripe with gym equipment. He went survey Cole's workout area and Cole followed him.

Cole: So, what do you think?

Rico: How in god's name did you get to have all of this?! And how can I this?

Cole: **laughs** It's, not easy. Have a seat on the bed. I'll explain everything.

Sitting right on the bed that was once occupied by Justin and Carter, Rico sat across from Cole as the latter explained everything, including the Goldstone Games. Rico found it hard to believe at first, however, any lingering doubts were cast aside when the Warden entered the cell to vouch for Cole and his explanation

Rico: Wow. This is uh...

Warden: Much to take in, I know. But Cole here has been reaping the benefits as you can see.

Rico: I'm sorry, but I can't help but find this a little weird.

Warden: Weird? How so?

Rico: Like... the money with the fights? Other than the vending machines--

Warden: What else can you spend it on? **laughs** Good point, my boy. **looks at Cole** I like him.

Rico: Do you teach inmates how to fight?

Warden: Well, to be honest, my boy, the competing inmates have already taken the initiative to learn how to fight.

Rico: Can they teach me?

Warden: Huh. Interesting. An apprenticeship... that's never crossed my mind before. Ever.

Rico: You have my word that I won't tell anyone about this.

Warden: Hmm... well then, my boy **placing his right hand on Rico's shoulder**, I'd say you got yourself a deal. Gather your things welcome to the the fold.

Rico: Yes! I'll be back soon.

Cole: Wow! Amazing. I can' thank you enough sir.

Warden: You're quite welcome, my boy. I just hope for his sake... and yours... that he's a man of his word.

Rico spent the remainder of the day moving most of his belongings to Cole's cell. Despite the warnings from the Warden, Cole was excited to have Rico as his cellmate. The following day, Cole had slept in. The prison lockdown had been lifted an hour earlier. Cole had finally awoken, but despite the change in weather, he was dressed only in his tank top along with his black Calvin Klein boxers. As his sight was clearing up from his slumber, he sat on the edge of the bed, clearing the cobwebs. He would then see Rico... sitting on the edge of his bed as well, but with a look of complete disbelief. Cole asked him “What's the matter” as he noticed Rico staring at his crotch. The monster that was Cole's third leg was also awake. Embarrassed, Cole used his sheets to cover his erection.

Cole: Whoops! Sorry, man. A first, huh?

Rico: Did I mention how much I like being your cellmate already?

Cole: **laughs**

Rico: Can I... uh, never mind.

Cole: What?

Rico: I don't... suppose I could... have a closer look-- what the fuck am I saying?

Astonishingly, Cole was barely hesitant when he obliged by standing on his two feet, pulling down his boxers. Rico was in awe. He remarked how this was the biggest cock he had ever seen up close. He got off his bed and approached Cole, who had all but dropped his restraints. This was the moment where Cole was through with holding back.  He was horny.... deeply horny. Still glaring at the beast that had just awoken, Rico stood right in front of Cole. The two would then lock eyes. As they stared at one another, Rico, clearly amazed by what he saw, became more bold and slid Cole's boxers down even further. Cole, who was in heat, found that a long period of an intense craving for sex can be the perfect motivator. He took it upon himself to start undoing Rico's outfit, via his overalls. With the zipper down, the orange jumpsuit Rico was wearing seemed bound to lose the battle against gravity as they immediately fell to Rico's ankles. Unlike Cole, Rico was not wearing any undergarments other than his boxers. Cole tucked his hand inside Rico's boxers, slowly pulling them down.

Rico was aroused himself, but that was not what Cole was interested in. Grabbing Rico by the hand, he pulled him closer as they made their way towards  his bed. Cole sat on the edge of the bed while Rico was now standing between Cole's legs; his boxers slid halfway across his thighs. Slabbing his right index finger with saliva, Cole reached between Rico's legs, making his way past the Brazilian inmate's low-hanging balls to his anus. Cole had begun to finger his new interest while using his left free hand to firmly grab Rico's left buttocks. It was a grip that Cole could barely have a handle on; Rico certainly had quite the backside as stated before. Rico slanted his head backward, facing the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth opened, and placing both hands on Cole's shoulders as he gave off heavy breathing and moans. But, just as things were about to escalate even more, both inmates were startled by the sudden knock at the door. “Oh, shit! I think that's Matt!” Cole said as he and Rico struggled to dress themselves as quickly as possible. Cole attempted to tell Matt to wait, but it was too late. Matt was already entering the cell.

Matt: Whoa! Sorry, gentleman. Didn't mean to interrupt.

Cole: It's okay.

Matt: Just leaving your breakfast. **leaves the cell**

Needless to say, the mood was ruined. Rico suggested that they carry on with their first day of training together to which Cole agreed. Rico's training in fighting started with going over the strict diet that he must follow. They spent the day working out in the cell's “private gym”. Rico became sore, having never worked out at such an intensity before, but was quite the trooper. Then came their first sparring. In order to test Rico's strength, Cole instructed him to strike as Cole would remain still to take his new apprentice's punches. Afterwards, Cole would have Rico engage in a flurry of swings to test his reflexes. After an hour-long test, it was safe for Cole to determine that Rico certainly had some ways to go, but Rico seemed to show dedication. However, Cole had to shift his focus from Rico for a little while. The Goldstone Games was pending once again, therefore, Cole had to prepare for the event.

The following Friday night came and the Goldstone Games was about to commence. As Cole and Rico strolled towards the sub-level corridors, making their way to the makeshift arena, they both received a glance from Officer Mason as they walked past him; the crooked guard who attempted to have his paws on Rico, not caring in the slightest for his constant infidelity as he had a wife and family at home. The Warden no doubt scolded Officer Mason for his behavior as was evident by the furious expression on the guard's face. To add insult to injury, Cole had wrapped his left arm over Rico's shoulder as he looked into the eyes of the infuriated guard with a smile. Both inmates would go about their business as the games were underway.

This evening marked the first time that Rico would witness the prison fights and Cole's match. Cole, with talent and a wealth of experience in fighting, would, of course, win another fight, and prove once again that he was king of the Goldstone Games. After being congratulated by everyone, including his opponent for the evening, Cole prepared to retreat back to Area D's reserved showers to get cleaned up, but not before he had a quick word with Rico.

Cole: So, what do you think?

Rico: That was definitely a show. Think I'll ever be as good as you?

Cole: Hard work, dedication, and determination... you invest in that, you'll be even better than me.

Rico: Oh, I don't know about that! **laughs**

Cole: **laughs** Still, just go by those three factors and you'll get far.

Rico: Yes... master.

Cole: You're patronizing me, aren't you?

Rico: Uh... yeah. **laughs**

Cole: **laughs** I'll be back soon. Just need a quick shower.

Rico: Oh. But aren't the showers...

Cole: Don't worry. There are a few down here and from the look of things, I'm the only one using them tonight.

Rico: Wow. The perks. Gotta love the perks.

Cole: Oh, yes.

Rico: Alright, I'll see you in a bit.

There was certainly much development in just a week's time. First, with the approval of the Warden, Rico would learn about the Goldstone Games and in turn, become inspired to learn more about fighting. Second, Cole had just begun to train Rico in fighting. Third and foremost, a mutual sexual attraction developed between Cole and Rico... drastically. Showering was a way for Cole to process his thoughts. As the games concluded for the evening and he had a great deal of time to himself until the next fight, he wondered in mind: what's next? It was slightly past 6:30 pm and the prison lockdown was not for another hour and a half, so winding down for the weekend was an option. But once he returned back to his cell with Rico on this night, would it really be time for the two to pick up where they left off before they were interrupted by Matt's arrival or would it be just casual bonding between them... involving more chit-chatting, watching television, or playing videogames? Cole had a decision on what to do next, but as he repeatedly lathered and rinse himself in the showers, the decision would be made for him.

“Psst... hey.” Cole heard from a gentle tone. To his surprise, there was Rico again, but he was not in his overalls or any clothing for that matter. Rico greeted Cole with the sight of a fully nude and ready man wearing only his usual enchanting smile. Rico slowly approached Cole, and upon doing so, witnessed his cellmate and friend's cock beginning to swell. Cole invited Rico with open arms, and as the two embraced, Cole asked: “Just couldn't wait for me, huh?”. Actions speaks louder than words, and that notion was certainly the case here as no further words were exchanged. As the two had engaged in their first sensual kiss, being only the third time that Cole had ever kissed a guy, Cole himself had three words that uttered in his head: “It is time”.

With the shower faucet still running, Cole rested his back against the wall while Rico got on his knees to provide oral for the fully hard and erect champion. With Cole's hands placed behind his back, his cellmate showed what he can do; lick after lick, deepthroat after deepthroat, and squeeze after squeeze. Rico seemed to have an apparent enjoyment for precum, and with Cole, there was of course plenty to spare. Cole, in this moment of tenderness, could not help but breathe heavily and give off slight groans of pleasure. “It's been too long,” he thought in his mind.

Rico stood back on his feet, giving Cole a few kisses before turning off the shower faucet. He grabbed him by his still-hard cock, guiding him to the benches near the unused lockers. Rico gestured for Cole to lay down on the bench and, of course, Cole complied. Cole made himself relax on the wooden seating, resting the back of his head on the connecting palm of his hands, both feet placed firmly on the floor, his legs spread apart, while his dick was like the sight of a monument standing tall. Rico knelt down some more to give Cole more oral. Cole began teasing the him a little by giving his manhood a few flexes with Rico's face so close, which made the two chuckle slightly.

The time for penetration was now apparent. Rico used a considerable amount of spit for lubrication. Cole gently licked the bottom of his lip as he witness his new playmate positioning himself on top of him. Cole turned his gaze to his dick which was being kept in the grip of Rico as he slowly insert the Cole's cock into his willing anus. The two inmates gasped: Rico, who had to take an extraordinarily large penis inside him, and Cole, after a long time without sex felt the sensation of being inside someone. It took Rico mere seconds to adjust to Cole's dick. In cowgirl fashion, Rico proceeded to ride Cole. “Holy fuck, it's tight!” Cole said almost in a whimpering tone. Cole removed his hands from the back of his head and placed them on the hips of bouncing Rico, guiding and controlling his motion, but Rico was in control for the most part for as long as he was on top of Cole.

Inevitably, it would be time for Cole to take control. Laying back first on the bench, Rico used his hands to pull his legs back as Cole was prepared to do him missionary. Cole placed his playdate's legs on his chest, with Rico's calves resting on his pecs. Reinserting his dick back into Rico's still-tight anus, Cole would thrust into him again. Rico's eyes rolled back as his jaw dropped from being pounded by his cellmate/teacher/friend... and loving every minute of it. The thrusting lasted for at least six minutes, but during this time, Cole was struggling not to cum. He wanted this to last as much as possible. Rico's own prostate could not take it anymore, so was the first to release his juices. Cole would have came after just one minute, but he was holding out, mentally holding back his semen, but on the back of now being drenched in sweat (the shower water on him had since evaporated), and his intense whimpering, he had to let go. His orgasm seemed almost like an entire episode as he felt one release after another. Rico was stunned; he informed Cole that no man had ever shot as much inside him as Cole.

Cole: Sorry, man... it's just been so long.

Rico: You know, after that, I just might be the first man in the history of existence to end up getting pregnant.

Cole: Well, if that happens, I'll be the best dad in the history of existence. **laughs**

Rico: **laughs**

With their first intimate encounter reaching its end for the night, Cole and Rico got dressed and journeyed back to their cell. Rico could barely walk after taking Cole's dick, so Cole, the bigger and stronger of the two, carried him on the trip back to the cells. The guards had noticed the scene of the larger inmate carrying the small inmate over his shoulders, but the two inmates did not care. They eventually arrived at their cell and upon arrival, had noticed a pizza box from Pizza Hut. Matt had decided to spoil them with Cole's favorite: Pepperoni. After guzzling down the evening meal of pizza and Pepsi, Cole and Rico cuddled one another as they watched television late into the night. The television would cut off on its own, timer and all, but this was unnoticed as the two had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

So began the aforementioned change in Cole's routine: working out, combat training, competing in the Goldstone Games, and winning the Goldstone Games. In addition to this, Cole's routine at the Goldstone Penitentiary includes: Hanging out with Kenneth and Rico, Training Rico... and of course, fucking Rico.

By far, Cole has absolutely no regrets. If anything, he wished that he had experienced this sooner. He had completely changed since the first day of his incarceration.  He was not sure how far or how long this newfound relationship with Rico would last, but Cole was committed to Kenneth's advise... let the good time's roll.

To Be Continued...