Message-ID: <35178asstr$1013310607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "DexxJones" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Server-Date: 9 Feb 2002 22:38:33 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 17:53:48 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Undertow- TRUE LIFE PRISON story- Chapter 001 Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 22:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate 32 chapters NEW CHAPTERS DAILY: http://www.dexxjones.com Chapter 001- "Yo- ain't that fat bitch singin' yet?" I have never let my schooling interfere with my education. ----Mark Twain "Chico," Mr. Smith said, standing at the blackboard, "Tell me the difference between 'riptide' and 'undertow'" "Yo I don't see what that's got to do wit anything. I don't even live near no ocean man." Chico said, uncomfortable. "Hey- I know what undertow is," Taz snickered from the back of the makeshift classroom, "Its when I step on a greasy spic with my steel-tip boot." He smiled proudly, "get it? Cause he's under- toe" There were a few nervous chuckles, but Taz himself was the only one who found this even remotely funny. "Thank you so much for that Mr. Parks," Mr. Smith said, "Can you go a bit further and spell that for us? Ahhh, I can see by the expression on your face that you cannot. I suggest you focus on the little things first, because surely you will want to actually be able to read that contract when HBO comes a calling for a comedy special." The skin on Taz's face and shaved head turned a bright red, undermining the unfazed expression he had assumed on his handsome face. Wisely, not a single person laughed. Ivan, who was seated up front and next to Chico, raised his hand, "I know answer." He said, smiling, and totally missing the rotten look that Taz beamed to the back of his head, "Riptide is ven vater finds weak position on tide to return to see," He waited for a moment, and then was encouraged enough by Mr. Smith's smile to continue, "and undertow is ven water travels underneath to return to sea." "That is correct, Ivan," Mr. Smith said, to the Russian boy, before ending his smile and turning to the Latino youth "Chico, did you get that? When the tide comes in, it can't just pile up on the beach- it has to go someplace. So depending on various conditions, it either goes in a jet stream in a weak part of the wave, or it simply travels underneath. "Of the two, the riptide is much more dangerous and powerful. Some daring surfers use it as a sort of freeway to get back to the next wave, but most people who know better just swim to the side." "So the undertow can't kill you?" Chico said, slightly interested "Well yes," the teacher replied, "It can actually, but its much more subtle, and therefore easier to escape from. Only smaller, weaker people will find it dangerous. I big man like Mr. Parks back there would not have a problem." Ivan listened to the teacher with every last bit of his attention. He did not care whether he might ever actually the information that Mr. Smith gave them- he was simply happy to learn anything. The American-sounding words "riptide" and "undertow" would be added to his ever-growing English vocabulary. After class, Taz stalked off toward the yard, with Chico and Ivan going toward Red Block "Man why you got to be Mr. Wizard and shit all the time," Chico said to Ivan as they headed back to Red Block, "You really find all that shit interesting? Or are you just kissing ass?" The small blonde boy turned red, "Vat this means, kissing ass?" The only definition he knew was a sexual one, and the implication that he might be sexual with the teacher made him nervous. Bad memories of the Russian orphanage crept into his mind, "I am Taz he-she!" Chico laughed, "Where did you get that he-she shit? You ain't no he-she," he pointed to a black, skinny drag queen that happened to be walking by muttering to herself, "That- is a he-she" "Then I am he-she too!" Ivan said stubbornly. Taz had explained the whole thing to him when Ivan had grabbed that same drag queen's ass, "Taz said that Miss Twig is Rocco's he-she! So I am Taz he-she!" "No you are Taz's punk." Chico said, exasperated, "Never mind man, just stop talking up in class. You making the rest of us look bad." Chico thought to himself, not for the first time that it was a good thing Ivan had Taz to protect him. The protection wasn't needed against physical violence, because by now the whole prison knew that the tiny Russian kid had crippled the feared leader of the blacks. But despite the fighting abilities of a trained military killer, Ivan had a naivet that would make him a natural target for the almost unlimited predators in the prison. Chico could easily imagine Ivan being an unwitting mule for drugs and number of other traps designed to protect the real bad people, while the innocents routinely got into trouble. Ivan hurried his step, rushing past Chico, and hoping to avoid the attention of the drag queen, but his efforts proved futile. "I see you baby!" Miss Twig said, leering at Ivan with an overly made up eye that might be the thing of fantasies if Ivan wasn't so terrified of her. Chico laughed as he watched Ivan flee the hall toward Red Block, again reminded how lucky Ivan was to have Taz as his jocker. As the leader of the nazi skinhead movement in the prison, and, Chico had learned, pretty much in all of New York and Connecticut, Taz was a safe umbrella to be under. Chico knew he was thankful for that umbrella himself. In fact, he knew he was even luckier because he didn't have to deal with the stormy mood changes of Taz. Troy was his man, and after a rough start, they were now friends, despite that the arrangement had a tipped scale of power with Chico being on the weaker end. Ivan was, of course already in the cell when he got there, "Rocco's he-she is not going catch me like riptide." He smiled "No, but Taz might if you don't get his laundry together. Come on man, lets get shit moving. I want to play basketball before it gets dark and shit." "Forget about that," Troy said from the door, "It's too fucking nice out. Hey Ivan, do our shit also, and I will hook you up later with a chocolate pudding." "I vill do it." Ivan smiled. He didn't care so much about the treat. He preferred to be alone, and Chico liked to speak too much about things that Ivan had no interest in. In the laundry by himself, Ivan could hum his Russian marching tunes and exercise his body on the floor without distraction. "Thanks chief." Troy said slapping a brotherly arm around Chico, "Come on dude, I want to wipe the court with Chucky." Chico was thrilled, and smiled guiltily at the Russian kid, "Guess you're ass-out kid!" As he went to the laundry, Ivan reflected on how many possible meanings there could be associated with the word 'ass' he made a mental note to ask Mr. Smith in the very next day of class. *** "Well look who it is." Teddy laughed as Taz approached, "Ugly Helen Keller." Taz struck out his tattooed arm and took Teddy's hand into a firm grip while sending the other one around his back in a stiff, but customary hug. "I may not know how to spell the word asshole," Taz laughed, "But I know it when I see it." "No doubt." Teddy said as they started to walk to a remote part of the prison yard, "So what's the situation with the new guy? You gonna bring him in? Or are you gonna tell him to go fuck himself?" "I would like to just shank the perverted fucker and be done with it." Taz said, "But I got orders from the higher-ups to let him be." "Hey, if he is as hard rock as I hear, I don't care what he does in bed." Teddy said, "Business is so crazy that we need all the muscle we can fucking get." "I guess," Taz said, "But the guy is difficult to deal with. His politics are fucking twisted." "So?" Teddy laughed, "We ain't running a general election. He will either go with the program or you won't have to worry about shanking him, cause I will do it myself." "We'll see." Taz said, "He comes in tomorrow in the mud check." "Yeah him and a ton of other people." Teddy said Another prison in upstate New York had been ordered by a judge to reduce overcrowding, and a good number of those displaced inmates would be moving to the relatively under-populated Randall Penitentiary. "Yeah, and you know they ain't shifting the easy ones." Taz said, "But then that shouldn't bother you too much," he teased, "You are King of the island of misfit toys anyway." "Funny." Teddy said, "But there ain't a crew in the history of this stinking place that does the numbers we do, so I must know something right?" Taz couldn't argue with that. Since aligning his crew with Teddy, he had seen his take from the thriving underworld of the prison triple. "Yeah, how to be a fat fuck," Taz said, slapping Teddy in his stomach, "You need to get out of that cell a little more man, you are starting to expand faster than your business." Teddy laughed, his clear blue eyes sparkling, "I gotta tell Mathias about those fucking muffins, but don't worry about me- I can still rock and roll, belly or no." They continued to walk and discuss details of their arrangement that even their highest-ranking underlings were not privy to. It was a beautiful spring day, and both men were anxious to go do other things. To hear them or look at them, one might assume that they hated, or at the very least barely were able to tolerate one and other. Despite appearances, over time, the two had forged a grudging friendship that was as deep as their natures allowed of another aggressive male. "Well if that's it," Taz said, "I gotta get going. I ain't gonna waste the day staring at your ugly mug." "You ain't no walk in the park either," Teddy laughed, "But do me a favor ok?" "What's that?" Taz sneered, "No hissyfits today." Teddy laughed, "I know its hard..." "Fuck you." Taz said, "AND your short memory." As he stalked off. *** Carlos walked into his cell and jumped back, "DAMN!" he said, annoyed, "You niggahs need to get your own damn cell yo." As usual, Mousy and Freako were on Mousy's bunk stark naked and going at each other like wild animals. Freako looked up, out of breath as his small tan ass continued to flex as he plowed into the smaller Latino, but said nothing. He looked like an animal caught in an overturned garbage pail. Caught-, but willing to kill if he was dragged away. Carlos turned and went back down the tier. It had been over a month since Carlos had gotten laid, and while he had never quite warmed to sex with Mousy, or males in general, he knew something had to be done. It was starting to affect his moods. Constantly coming across his randy cellmates in the act wasn't helping either. While Freako usually annoyed him, Carlos had to admit that the kid was impressive. Mousy, who was a royal pain in the ass to deal with had been virtually tamed by him, and Freako himself had mellowed a bit as well. "Hey!" A voice called from behind, "Walk right past and not say anything?" Carlos turned to see Oscar with his head out of the cell, "Sorry El Jefe, I got a lot of shit on my mind." "Come on in here son, I think I might have some solutions for you," Oscar said Carlos entered the cell and there was a young guy sitting there staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face. "Carlos," Oscar said, "I have to say, I have nothing but respect for the way you handled yourself in the Mousy/Freako situation. Many other men might have let pride cause them to act rash and make trouble." "I don't care about none of it," Carlos said, "Mousy was a pain in the damn ASS to me anyway. I just wish I didn't have to see it all the damn time." He couldn't believe he was talking so openly about a failed homosexual prison relationship- it must be the frustration talking. "Because you acted like a man about it, and didn't give my nephew any trouble, I got something for you in thanks." Oscar said extending his arms grandly. "What's that El Jefe?" Carlos said, perplexed. In a suddenly harsh voice that Carlos had never heard from his leader, Oscar barked at the young man sitting on the bunk, "GET UP!" Carlos looked at the boy. He had short hair that looked like it had been shaved at one point, and now that he looked into his eyes, he realized that defeated stare. The kid was a punk. "Carlos, meet Trevor." Oscar said, back his normal, moderate tone, which bore no hint of an accent. "I don't get it." Carlos said, but he actually did get it. He was amazed to feel his long cock stir slightly in his jumpsuit. "This is my gift to you." Oscar said, "To compensate you for the loss of Mousy." "Your kidding?" Carlos laughed, scandalized "I am as serious as can be. I have arranged it so that Trevor is your new cellmate. And he knows what is expected of him." Oscar said looked at the boy with an evil expression. The kid started to tremble, as that numb look on his face was replaced by deep fear. Carlos looked at the boy. He didn't even come close to looking like a woman. At least Mousy had a certain feminine way about him that made it a bit easier to pretend. This one was a rugged guy a bit smaller than him, and was obviously being forced to be the girl, unlike Mousy who could be nobody else but the girl. Still, it would be rude to turn down a gift from his powerful leader; so in the end, Carlos collected his gift and hurried off to his cell. This was not the time to be choosy about which ass he fucked. This was the time to get busy first and ask questions later. 32 chapters NEW CHAPTERS DAILY: http://www.dexxjones.com (C) 2002 DexxJones. 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