Registered Sex Offender 9: Returning To Routine

"What in the world have you got on?" Stevie demanded. It had taken him all of about fifteen microseconds after the bed check to get into bed with Chip and discover his unusual underwear.
"Boxer shorts," Chip answered casually. "They're a present."
"From Dennis, right?"
"Uh-huh. He says I look cute in 'em."
"You look cute in everything, Chip! So how was he?"
"Who?"
"Dennis, fer fuck sake! Who d'ya think?"
"Okay, I guess. But I'm no judge, we didn't do anything."
"Nuthin'?"
"Nope."

"You expect me to believe that you guys did everything including trade underwear, and nothing happened?"
"Well," Chip answered, "you have a choice. You can take that story and believe it, or you can do without, because it's the only one you're gonna get."

"What's the matter with him, is he weird or something?"
"Nope. Just one helluva great guy."
"What's he in for?"
"Life. For murder. I seem to have an attraction to murderers."

"Stevie?" Chip said after a considerable silence.
"Yeah?" was the breathless reply.
"I missed you an awful lot. There were times I thought I’d never see you again. Sometimes I wanted to die so bad, but... but I didn’t want to leave you."
"I missed you too, baby."
"I love you."
"Love you too." Steve was getting pretty hot, his hands all over Chip's body.

Stevie?"
"Uh-huh."
"Stevie, d'you mind if we... uh... can we just lie together? I mean, can we just lie close, and feel each other close? Please?"
"I guess, if that's what you want."
"Sure you don't mind?"
"No. It's okay." In fact, Steve minded a great deal. As soon as they were in bed he had wanted to get down 'n dirty. But Chip was cuddling like a little puppy, and that seemed all he wanted. What Chip wasn’t ready to reveal just yet was that he hadn’t had an erection since his two days in sexual therapy. The very thought of sex repulsed him, and that was just fine with Chip.

When the guard came through the dorm at two a.m. for the second bed check, he didn't notice the empty bunk, nor the one next to it with two forms, one white, one black, nestled together in it. Or did he? Next morning they were still there. Chip still had his boxers on, Stevie his briefs. They kissed silently and wordlessly as they awoke, then Steve stole into his own bed just in time to get up. A week later they had still not done more than a little fondling and a lot of hugging; and both were content with what they'd done and what they hadn’t done. Steve’s erection continued to rage, but he noticed now that Chip’s formerly anxious prick remained dormant no matter what he did. Chip had refused to tell him what had happened, but there was no doubt in Steve’s mind that something significant had occurred.

"NO!" Chip screamed. "You can't! I won't let you! You have no right to even have those letters!"
"Chip, they could set you free!"
"Forget it! Things are just fine the way they are. I don't want to go back to court; I don't want to drag Kim through all this again; and I certainly don't want to get Janet in the middle of it. Isn't it enough that she has to raise our baby all by herself? And what about the baby? If she goes to jail, what the hell happens to the baby?""And what happens to you, Chip?" Dr. Murdock returned. "What happens to you if you stay here?"

"I'm doin' all right. I got a good friend, and I'm getting through school, slow but sure. But I got lots of time, remember?"
"Chip,” Ed pleaded, "you owe it to yourself to do this. With this evidence, we can get a new trial; we can bring the truth into the open. You could be out in a few months. You owe it to yourself!"
"I don't owe myself nothin'!" Chip answered defiantly, "except that baby and his mother. I owe it to them not to go rocking the boat. And I owe it to the rest of the world to stay exactly where I belong. Why can’t you leave things just as they are?"

"Chip, it's not your baby!"
"SAY WHAT???"

"I hate to tell you," Dr. Murdock said, "but it's not your baby. I think you know it, but in case you really don't, I'm telling you."
"You're outta your mind! Whose baby could it be?"
"I have no idea, but it isn't yours. You and your sister could not produce a black haired, brown eyed baby if you tried for the next fifty years."

Chip looked around the room. He had been called out of school again for a meeting. There were Ed and the warden representing the prison; Avery Gould was there as Chip's attorney, Max Edwards, the assistant DA, and Dr. Murdock, just because he cared. Chip looked and felt like a small animal backed into a corner. "It doesn't matter anyway whose baby it is. It's still a baby, and my sister's still his mother. I can't do that to them," he stated defiantly, almost desperately.

"What about what she's done to you, Chip? She let you go to jail for a very long time, thinking you were guilty and the father of her child, when she knew different."
"She didn't know any better, same as me. We were so young, we just plain didn't know any better."

"I think you know that's not true, Chip. I think you know she just got real choosy about how much of what she knew she shared with you. She's eighteen now, Chip, and look at the stuff she writes to you. That's sick, Chip! It's just sick!"

"What's sick," Chip answered angrily, "is you reading my mail as if it was your own. That's sick! It doesn't matter anyway, because I'm not gonna get to follow through, am I? Even if I did get out, where would I go? I have no family, no place to live. I know a lotta guys in here that lived on the streets, and that's not for me. I'd rather be locked up here than homeless."

"We could arrange something," Dr. Murdock offered.
"Yeah? Like what? A foster home? We've already seen what the system can do, haven't we? I'm sorry, but I don't have a lot of faith in the system. Forget it! I am not gonna go through it all again only to humiliate a bunch of people and then have it all go to pieces like it did last time. And I’d rather be here than in a foster home. You really want to help me, Dr. Murdock? If you REALLY wanna help, you’ll cut off all my sex and then just let me do my time in peace. That would really help.”
“I think you know I can’t do that,” the doctor said sadly. “Frankly I don’t think I would even if I could.”

"We don't need your permission," Max reminded him. "We can go ahead on the strength of this new evidence, and bring new charges, have new trials, everything!"
"Go ahead! Do you have any idea how much of an asshole I can make out of you if you put me on the stand? Go ahead and have your new trial! I'm telling ya, this is my home now, and I'm content here. Stevie and I..."
"Stevie and you what, Chip?" the warden demanded.
"Stevie and I are good friends, that's all. We got each other, and that's all we need!"
"You mean he hasn't told you?"
"Told me what?"

"Chip," Ed said softly, "Steve's getting out. He's been put in a special rehabilitation program where all he has to do is stay out of trouble and stay in school. He'll be gone in a week or so, soon as we get all the details worked out."

Chip was stunned. He and Stevie had been an item for almost eight months now. They were always together, always sharing and caring for each other. "You're lyin'," Chip said weakly. "He'd a told me. He wouldn't go without me."
"You're not eligible for the program, Chip. Only kids under fifteen with a family to go to are eligible."
"He wouldn't go then. He just wouldn't go!"

"Chip," Ed said, "that's what I've been trying to tell you. Things are different in here. It's fine to have friends, or lovers, or whatever you want to call them; but you have to be prepared to let go, because these things happen. Sometimes they happen far more quickly than we like. It'd be unfair to ask him to stay inside when he's got a chance for a life. And thanks to you, his attitude is a whole lot better than it was. I think he has a real good chance of making it. But you mustn't feel betrayed. That's just the way things are in here."

Chip stumbled like a zombie back to the dorm. It was empty, the occupants still being at school, exercising, or whatever other activities they were into. Okay, so he was leaving! At least now Janet wouldn't have to be alone. She would have Steve to take care of her. He knew Steve would do whatever he could because that's the way Steve was. And if Steve could get out, so could Chip. Sooner or later there'd be a program like Steve's that Chip would be eligible for, and he'd be out. They'd all be together. Chip could show his love for Janet and little Scott by staying put and keeping mum. But right now that didn't help a whole lot. Right now the pain was far too great.

"You coulda told me," Chip scolded when Stevie finally appeared.
"I know, Chip. I was going to, but..."
"When? Day before you left? Or were you just gonna leave a note?"
"Chip, I'm sorry. It's just that it's hard. A big piece of me wants to stay here - with you! I'm scared to go out, scared to face the world, scared to be without you!"
"You'll be all right. And I'm not really mad, just hurt a little. It was kinda a shock."

“It was a shock for me too,” Steve said. “I never thought I’d ever get out, and especially before you do. I mean, I killed somebody, an’ all you did...”
“Don’t remind me,” Chip snapped. “I know what I did an’ I don’t have to be reminded. But believe me it won’t happen again.”

“What d’you mean by that?” Steve demanded. But Chip realized he’d already said too much so he clammed up. That night after lights out the two lovers clung to each other as if they were being ripped apart, which of course they were; but as much as Steve wanted it, there was still no sex. Whatever had happened to Chip, he seemed to have lost all interest in any activity beyond holding the boy he loved.

"The kid's right," Max told the meeting after Chip had gone. "He can make us look like idiots if we try this without his cooperation. With some of the talk he's learned in here, if he didn't know it already, he can make himself look like the worst pervert in the state! All he has to do is start bragging on the stand about how he had his way, and it's all over. He doesn't even have to lie. If he just changes his tone to make it appear that he has no remorse, is actually proud of what he's done, the judge'll throw us out on our ears! And with his present level of self esteem I have no doubt that he would do precisely that. He thinks it’s his duty to keep his miserable self incarcerated."

"So what'll we do?" Murdock wanted to know.
"Let Chip alone for a while,” Ed replied. “He's had two pretty big shocks today. I suspect he's going to become a lot less comfortable once Steve is gone and the news sinks in that he's been screwed around by his precious sister. Right now he’s comfortable in here. In many ways it’s the only home he’s ever known. It’s not ideal by any means, but for Chip right now I think it’s the best of a bunch of bad options."

"You don't think much of that sister, do you?" Max observed.
"That's an understatement. I'm not sure if she's truly sick, or a manipulator, or both. But she's sure messed Chip up. Christ, she was messing with him when he was seven years old!"
"How d'you know that?"
"Chip told me. I've got it all on tape, but I'm afraid it's gonna have to stay in my safe until I have Chip's permission to play it. And I have proof that he's telling the truth too!"

"What kinda proof?"
"That letter. You know, the one from Kim describing her experience with him. He told me about it. It's as if they were both reading from the same script."
"Really?"
"Really! I'm telling ya, sick as this may sound to you, it's beautiful! They were so... well, it doesn't matter anyway. Until Chip agrees, the tapes stay locked up."

"We could get a court order."
"Go ahead and do that, if you want to really fuck Chip up. That's happened before, and y'know, I always seem to forget and reuse the tape. I'd hate to get rattled and do that with Chip's tapes."
"You'd do that?"
"Not on purpose of course. But the kids trust me, and when that trust is in jeopardy I get rattled and do funny things."

It was spring again when Andy arrived at the prison. Chip knew from the first time he saw him that Andy was trouble. Not that the kid wanted trouble; on the contrary, his very innocence would be his undoing. He thought of himself and how much worse off he'd have been if Stevie hadn't taken to him. Now it was his turn.

Andy was the object of the older kids' abuse from the first time he set foot in the exercise yard. He was white and blonde, almost albino, Chip thought. Chip judged him to be around seventeen, but a rather immature seventeen. But the thing that set him apart was that he was fat - very fat! He had breasts that were larger than most girls his age; he could not run without looking odd; he was not the least athletic, nor could he take any teasing without crying. In short, he was a prime target for bullies, and his responses to their tormenting were precisely what they sought. Chip knew of no one, including himself, who would be attracted to Andy physically; and that in itself would result in his repeated rapes: brutal and abusive rapes. Chip also knew that Andy would not hesitate to rat on his fellow inmates, and that could and probably would get him killed.

Stevie had written two or three times, but by his own admission he wasn't real good at writing. He had indeed moved in with Janet, but that hadn't gone real well. He still spent a lot of time there, helping when and where he could. The authorities frowned on the living arrangement, so he had moved back with his mother. He was doing well in school, Janet said on one of her infrequent visits. "Oh, yeah!" she said with a grin, "I'm pregnant again. I got a little black baby in me. Stevie's almost as good as you are, little brother!"

"Janet," Chip said impatiently, "shouldn't you be using some sorta birth control? How the hell are you gonna support two small kids?"
"Chip, now don't you go getting prudish on me. We got it covered. I get a raise in welfare when the baby's born; and Stevie helps out. He's got a job after school and on week ends. That's our grocery money. The welfare check goes for the rent and a few extras, like a 24 of beer, or a snort of coke."

"You're using drugs?"
"Some. You gonna nag at me about that too?"
"No, Jan, I'm not gonna nag. I doubt it'll do much good."

Chip was just as pleased that Janet didn't come more often. Every time she came, it seemed, she had more bad news for him. There was always some reason why she couldn't give Chip any money, yet there was money for booze and dope. Oh well, he thought, she didn't really owe him anything. But still, it'd be nice to know she cared at least a little. Chip found himself wondering if this baby, supposedly Stevie's, would have red hair and green eyes. Of course the thought of red hair and green eyes made him think of Kim, now long gone and in Boston, and out of this sinkhole of squalor forever.

Chip felt himself sinking deeper into depression, after having just learned to get control over himself and look on the bright side of things. He longed to see Steve; he relived over and over in his mind the few months he’d had with Kim and how incredibly great they had been. How could he have done it differently? Lots of kids his age went out with girls younger than themselves, but they didn’t end up in prison! But without sex, what did a miserable pervert like him have to offer? Not that it mattered now anyway because she was gone and would likely never be back; but still he wondered how he could have done it differently.

"Your name's Andy, isn't it?" Chip asked in his most friendly voice.
"Who wants to know?" was the suspicious reply. Andy had been here a week now, and had already been subjected to a lot of abuse. No one had touched him sexually because Chip had taken advantage of the unwritten protocol that said if one boy were attracted to another, everyone else was to lay off until the issue got resolved one way or the other. And so Chip, to everyone's astonishment, had announced that he wanted this new fat kid for his own. He found the thought repulsive, but on the other hand, the kid was probably pretty inexperienced and therefore far less demanding than many of the others, most of whom had their eye on Chip.

"Andy," Chip said with a grin, "the truth is, no one wants to know because everyone already does. But I had to start a conversation somehow."
"Why? Can't you just walk up like all the rest and call me tubby, or shit face, or whatever?"
"Why would I do that? I wanna be your friend, Andy."

The newcomer was really on his guard now. He had been warned somehow that there may well be demands made on his body to do things he had no intention, no desire to do. And in his view this wasn't a place where he was likely to find a welcoming committee.

"No one just walks up to me like that," Andy challenged. "What's your angle?"
"No angle," Chip shrugged, then changed his approach. "Well, okay," he said, "ya got me. I do have an angle. You know the guys have been giving you a hard time. But do you have any idea how tough it can get?"
"I dunno what you mean."
"I mean," Chip said conspiratorially as if confiding some great truth, "sooner or later, and my guess is it'll be sooner, they're gonna start raping you."
"So I heard. But so far..."
"So far they've left you alone cause I told 'em to. It's sorta a courtesy thing. I told 'em I was attracted to you and wanted you for my own."
"So you want them to leave me alone so you can rape me. So you're queer?"
"No, I don't wanna rape you and I'm not queer, at least in the sense that I want to rape you. We don't talk about queer or gay or straight in here. But look around ya, Andy. There's a bunch of guys in here, all young and healthy, all used to having sex; and last time I looked, the supply of girls was not that great. So we do what we haveta do."

"Not me! I'll take my chances with the rapes."
"You don't wanna do that, Andy. Team up with someone - anyone - but don't stay unattached. It'll be a lot harder."
"And of course you recommend I attach myself to you, right?"
"I dunno if recommend is the right word, but I kinda hope you do. With me you can do as much or as little as you like. Some of the other guys aren't quite so tolerant. Incidentally I can’t rape you because I can’t even get hard any more. If we have sex it’ll be you fucking me."
"I... I dunno," Andy faltered. "How do I know you're not handing me a line, just to get it on with me?"
"Check it out," Chip offered. "But in the meantime, can't we just be friends? I'd like to be your friend anyway, and if we're seen together that'll keep the wolves away for a little while."

Andy didn't answer, but it was obvious from his behavior that he was relieved to have someone to talk to. Chip found him to be a pretty poor conversationalist, but then they had very little in common. Chip liked to talk about basketball, soccer and hockey, but Andy knew almost nothing about them, nor did he care. Chip tried talking about girls, but that got Andy's guard up again. So they finally wound up talking about life "on the inside," and Chip telling him of the various social structures and protocols.

It was almost a week later before the subject of sex was brought up again. Andy and Chip were eating supper in the dining hall, having been together almost constantly for the past week. Chip was perfectly content with their situation and planned to milk it for as long as he could without dire consequences for either himself or Andy. "If..." Andy stammered, "if I were to become your... er... momma, what would you do?"
"Do?" Chip questioned. "I'm not sure I understand. It'd make me pretty happy, and I think you'd be happier too, once you got used to the idea."
"Yeah, but what would you do? With me, I mean."
"I... I dunno, Andy. Sorta depends on you, I guess. Why?"

"The guys," Andy said as he glanced around the room to make sure no one was listening. "They keep sayin' how they'll do... you know... till I scream for mercy, an' how they've waited long enough for you to do your thing. I'm scared, Chip. I think they're gonna get me alone some time, and they're gonna gang rape me."
"I know they are, Andy. I'm not trying to scare you so you'll do it with me, but that's how it works."
"But if I say okay," he persisted, "what would you do? How would it be different?"
"I won't force you to do anything, Andy," Chip assured him. "We could fake some of the stuff they're talking about just to make it look good, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I’m pretty sure I can’t anyway because I haven’t had a hardon for a long time. But there’s nothing to stop you from fucking me if you want."

"You wouldn't hurt me?"
"No, Andy, I wouldn't hurt you. I might even do some things that'd make you feel good. Maybe even great!"
"L-like what?"
"Ever had a blow job?" Andy shook his head. "We could start with that. You might even like it."
"I doubt it," Andy said firmly. "But... but I guess I don't have much choice. Can you come over tonight?"
"I'll see if I can fit you in my schedule," Chip replied. Then he was sorry he'd said it. He'd had no intimacy since Stevie left, but of course Andy didn't know that.

"Janet," Steve protested, "I can't buy a car! For one thing I'm not old enough, and for another I don't have the money. And you know I have to go to school and keep my grades up, or I'll be right back in jail. I’m already working two jobs, and I just don’t know how I can stretch myself any thinner."
"You could if you wanted to," Janet pouted. "You certainly didn't have any problem saying okay when I wanted you to get me knocked up. But I need a car so's I can get back and forth to day care. Pretty soon I'm gonna have two babies, and I can't take care of 'em all day long."
"Why not, Janet? You don't do anything else. You don't work or go to school. You just sit at home and smoke and drink. Oh, and fuck just about everyone in town!"

"I can't work, and you know it!" Janet shouted. "I'm pregnant, and you're the father. I can't work!"
"Janet, you're not even showing yet. Lots of women work right up to the time the baby comes. Why can't you?"
"Because I'm a responsible mother, that's why! It's okay for you to go toodling off to school, and for Chip to lounge around doing nothing in that jail. Ya get me knocked up, then off you go. So don't try and put me on a guilt trip. I need a fuckin' car!"

Steve had no way of knowing, but his baby, if indeed it was his, was dead. Janet knew, but she wasn't doing anything about it. As long as that dead baby was in her belly, she thought, she could do whatever she wanted without fear of getting pregnant. And of course she had more control over Steve, who out of loyalty to Chip and his baby, was tying himself in knots trying to keep Janet happy. But a car! How in the world would he pay for a car? How could he be a good father when he had to go to school or go back to jail? So he began looking for a third job.

"May I join you?" Chip asked tentatively at Andy's cot. Andy didn't answer, but lifted the blanket slightly so Chip could crawl in.
"I wasn't sure you'd come," Andy commented nervously after they were settled.
"I probably won’t," Chip replied. "But I'd like to make you cum anyway."
"But what about your social calendar?"
"Cancelled 'em all. I got something more important to do."
"Like what?"
"Like make love to a delicious little fat kid I know."
"Really? So what're you waiting for?"
"I'm... I'm waitin' for a kiss."

Andy recoiled at Chip's suggestion. "You crazy?" he whispered loudly, "I don't kiss guys!"
"You don't know what you're missing," Chip coaxed. He hadn't considered the possibility that there'd be no foreplay, but that seemed to be where they were going.

"You wanna suck me off or not?" Andy said crossly.
"Yeah," Chip said hoarsely, "I do. But if you'd just relax, I'll help you get more in the mood. I'm not gonna hurt you or force you to do anything. But just relax, please?"

Andy did relax, at least a little bit. Chip began running his hands over Andy's torso, noting how his skin felt very different from any he'd ever touched before. He toyed with Andy's large breasts, kissed them, then sucked the nipples gently. Andy lay still, showing absolutely no response. If he was enjoying being courted, he made no sign. Chip wasn’t particularly enjoying himself either, but he misunderstood the reason. He believed it was because Andy was fat; in truth the two days of conditioning he’d had were doing their work on him. With Andy, Chip was the suitor, the aggressor; And that ran against everything his abbreviated therapy had set him up to do.

Even lying on his back, Andy's stomach protruded. Chip caressed it, then ran his tongue into and around the large navel cavity. Andy shuddered. Chip lingered. He felt a hand on the back of his head. Were his efforts paying off? Chip didn't know, but he told himself that they were.

Working his way downward with his hands while kissing and sucking at Andy's belly button, Chip found no undershorts. Did Andy wear no underwear, or had he simply prepared for his visitor? No matter, Chip told himself, there were enough obstructions without the shorts. There were two folds of fat just above the genital region. Chip was fascinated. He toyed with them, ran his finger through them, then grabbed a handful of fat and squeezed. Andy jumped and gasped.

"I'm sorry," Chip whispered. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," Andy answered, "feels good."
"Can I... uh... go the rest of the way down?" Chip asked, thinking maybe he wanted the answer to be negative. Andy replied by grasping a handful of hair and pushing Chip's head downward.

Andy had obviously decided he wanted that blow job, and now! Chip had hoped to work up to it, in the process getting himself in the mood, he hoped. But that was not to be; and after all, he had promised he would do whatever Andy wanted, and no more. So he hunkered under the covers and moved his head downward. He wrapped his hands around two very large buttocks and sought the crack between them. As his fingers wandered up and down, probing slightly at the opening but not entering, his lips and tongue entered the pubic area.

Chip was somehow surprised at the amount of pubic hair he encountered. It was thick, but still quite fine. He nibbled at it with his lips, but continued downward. Andy's belly was heaving up and down now, evidence that he was becoming aroused. When he reached his goal, Chip found it small and limp. It was surrounded by folds and rolls of fat, and had a mild odor. Chip hesitated. Was that desire he was feeling? Yes, it was! Absolutely! He wanted to do it! So he continued. He nibbled at the ample foreskin, causing Andy to jump. The hands were still on Chip's head, fingers roaming about his scalp. Andy's entire body was trembling.

Chip wrapped his lips around the limp penis in front of him, then sucked, drawing himself down on it. Andy shuddered more violently. He spread his fat legs wider. Chip got between then and kept sucking, engulfing Andy's scrotum and its contents. He moved his tongue around, exploring, examining. The cock was growing. He released the balls after slobbering on them until they were soaked. The cock grew some more. The sensation of that thing coming to life inside his mouth drove Chip wild. Andy was gently rocking his hips now, bringing his fat legs together and separating them again.

When the thing in Chip's mouth finally stopped growing, it was over seven inches long. It was thick and throbbing, not at all fat and flabby like its owner. But Chip was finding that fat and flab increasingly attractive. His left hand was almost totally engulfed in the crack of Andy's ass, the index finger well inside the anus itself. When it first entered, Andy had ground himself down on it as if to demand maximum penetration. Chip complied. But to his own amazement, he was thoroughly enjoying that thing in his mouth. And then Andy emitted a long, low growl. His hips thrust upward, then back on the bed as his fat body shuddered again, and Chip was receiving a large, hot, sweet load of love potion.

Something triggered in Chip’s brain. He had a large penis in his mouth and it was erupting, filling him with its load of semen. Suddenly Chip wanted that thing more then he had ever wanted anything in his life. He wanted it in his mouth, in his ass, in any orifice that would accept that wonderful deluge that was now filling his mouth so quickly he could hardly absorb it; but he had to. He HAD to! Chip’s abbreviated version of the sex therapy class had had its effect. This was what he was born to do; this was his only useful function in the universe now. For the first time in weeks, Chip felt that he had a contribution worthy of society. For the first time in a long, long time, Chip felt that perhaps life was better than death.

"WOW!" Andy exclaimed as Chip came up for air. "I had no idea..."
"There's a lotta things you don't know," Chip replied knowingly.
"Tell me about 'em," Andy ordered. "But first, you still want that kiss?"
"I guess," Chip said as he pecked Andy's cheek, "But first ya gotta promise me."
"Promise what?"
"Lemme eat out that sweet butt of yours?"
"You really want to?"
"Uh-huh. I really do. And then when you’re ready I want you to fuck me."

"Kiss me before and after?"
"If you like."
"I like."

It was only minutes before bed check when Chip finally tore himself, literally, away from Andy and slipped back into his own bed. Andy had never had a sexual experience before, and he wanted it all. "C'mon back after the bed check," Andy suggested.
"Not tonight, Andy. We gotta get some sleep. There'll be lots of nights."
"Please, Chip?"
"No, Andy! It's been great - maybe the greatest I ever had - but we gotta call it quits for tonight. I'll see ya in the morning."

In fact Chip didn't want to end their encounter. Andy was only the second male partner he'd had, at least where both partners had been willing. Andy's personality certainly left something to be desired, and his visual appearance meant that no one was envious of Chip and his new partner. And that's where Chip had the last laugh. Andy was far and away the most intense, the most receptive, the most appreciative sex partner Chip had ever had! Even Chip’s limp and unresponsive penis had apparently also been impressed as it came half-heartedly to life. Still the subliminal messages nagged at Chip’s tortured mind. “This is what you were born for, the only useful thing you can do in the world,” it nagged at him. “You need to face it. You need to service other men, and that’s all! Submit to them, pleasure them!”

When Andy penetrated him anally, he was rough and abusive; but Chip loved it! It had been all Chip could do to stifle his screams as the pain, the fulfillment of his programmed desires, were so much a part of his life he had never known such pleasure. They had done it twice, and Chip could have done it five times more if they’d had the time.

Chip had no idea if it was because Andy was so inexperienced, whether it had anything to do with his overweight condition, or if it were just coincidence. But he learned something that night. He learned that one could not be guided by appearance. He knew as he lay in his cot, eyes wide open, that there'd be no point in trying to tell anyone else of his experience, because they simply would not believe him. But that was fine, because it also meant that he didn't have to worry about other suitors, which had always been a concern with Stevie. No, Andy was Chip's and his alone! The very thought of it sent shudders of pleasure over his entire body.

Next morning was a different story. When they met in the shower, there were the usual cat calls and whistles as the two new lovers appeared. Of course Chip was used to it and could deal with it. Andy was mortified. He was shocked that almost everyone knew pretty well all of what had gone on; he had evidently been so involved that he hadn't noticed that they had an audience. Chip tried to tell him one more time that having been seen in those acts was important because it told everyone else in the dorm that they were both 'taken.' But that provided little comfort for Andy.

"The things we did!" he whined at breakfast.
"Yeah," Chip grinned. "How about them things!"
"Damn it, Chip, that's disgusting!"
"But, Andy, you wanted to..."
"Yeah, that's what's disgusting. You were willing to let me just lie there while you did your thing. But no, I couldn't do that! I had to... Oh, God!"

Andy was on the verge of tears, so intense was his remorse. Chip tried to tell him he had to get hold of himself, else the guys would notice how he felt and harass him all the more. But Andy was convinced that he was a sexual deviate from hell.

"I hope you understand, Chip," he whimpered, "I can't ever do that again."
"No," Chip answered, "I don't understand. You were fantastic! It'd be a shame to waste talent like that."
"Forget it!" Andy ordered. "It ain't gonna happen again."
"Okay," Chip said as he raised his hands as if to defend himself. "It's your choice. But I still wanna be your friend."

It was also Andy's choice to appear at Chip's cot just after lights out that very night. Chip wanted to send him back to his own bed, but he couldn't. Each, it seemed, was addicted to the other; and each was burdened with guilt next morning. Andy felt indescribable remorse for what he'd done, the liberties he'd taken, and enjoyed it! Chip felt guilty for having cooperated one more time, for continuing the relationship, and pushing Andy to new heights at every chance. Oh, yes, he could justify the whole thing by saying he was only protecting Andy. But was that the truth? The whole truth?

What about Chip? He had a larger than fair share of suitors who made no secret of their desires for his gorgeous toned body. But as long as he was spoken for, they for the most part backed off. They still made overtures of course, but that was it. And of course they continued to torment Andy, feeding his guilt by repeating things they'd heard about how Chip was bragging all over the compound how he'd had his fat little queen again last night. Of course Chip had said no such thing and Andy knew it, but still the teasing continued. In fact it was beginning to get ugly. When the boys discovered that Andy's primary concern was that he was doing homosexual acts, they began threatening to tell all sorts of people including guards, the warden, social workers, even his family. Before long they had Andy absolutely terrified. And still they wouldn't leave him alone.

Chip, in the meantime, continued to swear off Andy every morning, then forget his vows at lights out as they continued to enjoy each other more than either thought possible. Chip quickly concluded that he could never again be satisfied with anyone who wasn't male, and fat! He loved burying his face in the crack of Andy's ample ass; he delighted in having Andy ejaculate between the folds of excess flesh, then diving for it with his tongue while Andy came down off his high. And when Chip actually got up the nerve to enter Andy's anus with his finger, he found a receptacle that was soft and warm, and nerve endings that sent Andy right into a delightful oblivion. Andy wanted his new lover to try with his penis, but the mere thoughts of doing such a thing were painful to Chip and his cock remained at rest.

Dear Chip, the letter read; the first Chip had received for several months.

I sure hope you're doing well now that fall is coming on. Every day I miss you more, and I even envy you for being in there, away from the hassle of trying to get through life. I guess I didn't know how well off I was while I was there, especially after you came. We had a good time, didn't we?

I've been having a lot of trouble keeping a job because my studies keep me from being on time, etc, etc. I've managed to keep my grades all in the A's and B's, but it's been pretty tough. I have to thank you again for showing me what’s really important. The most important thing to me now, except for you of course, is to do well in school and show them all that I can do it. I owe you for that, Chip.

Janet says the baby is due in December, but that's pretty hard to believe. Here it is September and she still hardly shows at all. I know she's your sister and all, Chip, but sometimes I wish we'd never entered into this arrangement. She just seems to need so much from me. She is drinking a lot now, and smoking a lot too. I don't know about the drugs, but I think she does more than she admits to. She sure seems to have an appetite for money!

I've been working at a taxi garage at night lately, washing cars and cleaning out the insides. You know, it's really disgusting what people do inside a taxi cab! The money isn't real good, but I get a chance to study after the work is done; and getting to know the drivers helps too, because sometimes I can get rides if they're going my way.

I sometimes think I'd be better off just pulling a robbery or something so I'd wind up back inside. I hate to bitch, but sometimes I think Janet is just never satisfied. If I give her ten dollars, she wants twenty. If I give her twenty, she says it has to be thirty next time. And now she's starting to remind me that Christmas is coming, and that I'm her sole source of Christmas cheer.

Janet has a new expression now. Every time we have an argument over money, she blames you. Only it's just a part of you. She says that if you hadn't been so anatomically perfect, none of this would ever have happened. I asked her what the hell that meant, and she just laughed at me. "You slept with him," she said, "you saw it, and felt it! It's the most perfect cock in the world! That's what caused this whole thing!"

Chip, I hate to say this, but I'm losing! I will gladly die for you and your little boy and my baby, but I just don't know how much longer I can last. I want to see you so bad, but as you well know they really don't appreciate visits there from alumnae. But I've bitched enough. I'll keep on keepin' on as long as I can. I just hope we can be together soon.

All my love,

Stevie

To be continued...