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He fucking hated prison.
Tony Santos soaped himself up under the dull stream of the prison shower. At home he had beautiful gold faucets and blue tile; here he had rusting pipes and ancient grey tiles.
Only in his mid-20's and running millions of dollars in legal and illegal operations, Tony had taken over the business after his cousin Danny retired. About 6 foot 3, a flawless body he had perfected through years of exercising and brawling, with Hispanic features (full lips, soulful brown eyes), he was madly in love with Marah Lewis. They had broken up, and he found himself involved with Catalina Quesada, who had loved him obsessively enough to get pregnant and lie about that pregnancy even after her miscarriage. Only a week ago, Tony had found her dead on their bedroom floor at the vast Santos estate, Marah laying beside her, a bloodied statue near her hands. By the time he had begun cleaning off the murder weapon, the police arrived, and rather than watching Marah go to jail, he let the cops believe he was the killer.
His family kept telling him not to give up, not to give in, but they didn't realize how much Marah needed his silence. She'd killed Catalina, and if he started defending himself, the police would bust her. He could handle prison, but he couldn't handle the idea of Marah being in prison. So this was for the best.
Tony sighed, breath exhaling sharply from his meaty, large pecs. If only he could convince himself decades in prison was for the best.
As Tony scrubbed his massive biceps, a blonde man joined him in the shower. Tony ran his gaze up and down the other man's body, sizing him up. Maybe 5 years older than Tony, about 5'8'', a lean body with just enough muscle to defend himself if he had to. Slim, toned backside and thighs, leading up to an average cock nesting above two large balls. His most noticeable feature was the big pair of crystal-blue eyes, with a sparkle long dulled by the horrors of prison life.
While soaping up, the other man noticed the inspection and returned the favor, his attention most devoted to Tony's plump, purple nipples, firm, round ass, and flaccid 8 inches. Tony noticed the other man's penis beginning to grow as he took in the prize meat swinging between Tony's thighs.
"My name's Bill."
Trying for a weak smile, Tony extended his hand.
"Tony Santos."
They shook hands, Bill letting Tony's firm grip control the movements. As he realized Bill had never stopped staring at his cock, Tony began blushing, a red tint creeping up Tony's godlike body and drawing Bill's attention even further.
"So you're a Santos? I've seen your photos in the paper. No offense, but your family has some hot studs. You're the hottest though."
Blushing again, Tony began to turn away. Bill's hand moved up to his chest, running across the mostly-smooth pecs.
"You shave, huh? Normally I don't like hairy guys shaving, but I guess when you got those big tits, it's better to show 'em off."
Opening his mouth to protest, the words became a loud moan when Bill took each nipple between his fingers and pinched roughly.
"Like that big boy?"
A hand moved down Tony's straight, broad back, calloused fingers scratching against the smooth skin. Angered, Tony tore the hand away as the index finger began circling the crack of his bubble butt.
"A-A-Are you fuckin' crazy man? I could beat the shit outta you!"
Bill nodded, slowly jerking at his now-erect penis as his other hand wrapped around half of Tony's enormous girth, slowly, confidently stroking at both pricks.
"Sure you could. And I'd go to the press and tell them Tony Santos whacked around his prison lover. I might get killed, but it's not like I have a lot to live for. Y'know, parts of you are swinging in my favor."
His pouty mouth slightly open, Tony looked down at his bobbing erection, foreskin tight against the leaking mushroom head. Tony's wild, expressive brown eyes bulged at the sight.
"I-I ain't no faggot man!"
Bill smiled cynically, wrinkles creasing his cheeks.
"That's what they all say. I think I can do better things with my mouth right now, so excuse me."
Sinking to his knees, Bill swiped his tongue along Tony's thick column, nipping at the loose foreskin, fingers massaging into Tony's thighs as his own hard-on dripped against the wet shower floor. Tony shut his eyes, trying and failing to imagine a woman doing this. Bill had swallowed half of him already...no girl was that good.
Tony wrapped his hands in the close-cropped, dirty blonde locks, yanking Bill's expert mouth onto the rest of his salami as Bill gagged slightly. Tony remembered his jerkoff sessions with Romeo over the past year, that time Romeo, Romeo with the dirty gleam in his eyes, leering at Tony when he thought Tony wasn't looking, Romeo grinned wickedly at him before swooping down, inhaling him and sucking him dry before Tony could even begin to stop him.
Bill's full lower lip teasing his painful erection, skilled tongue swabbing against the large, pulsative vein on his underside, Tony threw his head back, warm water spraying his rapturous face. He was in a whole other world, no prison bars, no cops...
"Romeo...oh fuck Romeo...."
"Not exactly Shakespeare, izzit?"
Shocked out of his fantasy by the razor-sharp stubbled scraping his neck, Tony craned his neck to see a smirking Gus Aitoro staring directly into his eyes. Gus Aitoro resting his chin on Tony's shoulder. Gus Aitoro buck naked, his hard dick nestled between Tony's tight cheeks.
"Glad to see you're taking the penal system literally."
Before Tony could say a word, Gus roughly grabbed the back of his head, pulling Tony into a fierce kiss that drained the oxygen from Tony's lungs, Gus's half-beard burning into the sides of his mouth as his probing tongue burned Tony's throat.
Knees buckling, Tony screamed into Gus's mouth, shooting load after load down Bill's throat, Bill pulling away to let the last few volleys coat his face. Bill then jerked himself to orgasm, painting the shower floor with white spurts.
Tony gasped as the contact between him and Gus ended, Gus breaking away to take much-needed breaths. Wagging eyebrows completed his bemused expression, seeing a still-hard Tony, seeing his own girth near Tony's manly center, seeing Bill licking at the seed on his face and wanting more. Gus chuckled before he spoke.
"Well, well, well boys...I guess the fun's about to begin."
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