My First Year in Prison (Erotic gay drama)

[thehottestmenxx]

This story is a sequel to My First Year in College which you can read entirely on this thread.

The action takes place around 9 years later in a whole different setting. You don’t have to have read the first book to enjoy the story but I would still recommend to do so as it will for sure better your experience.

Tyler is happily engaged when his life takes a dramatic turn. After a couple bad decisions, he ends up in California State’s Prison. Surrounded by bad boys, hot guards, and a lot of testosterones, is Tyler going to manage to keep himself out of troubles?

This story is purely fictional and all characters featured are above the age of 18.

The complete story of My First Year in Prison (all 24 chapters) is already available on my Patreon. You can subscribe for the price you choose and it helps me a lot keeping up with writing. There are multiple other gay erotic stories, bonus chapters and spin off content available on there. Thank you for the support! https://www.patreon.com/thomaslodge

All of that being said, I hope you will enjoy reading all about one of Tyler's craziest year of his life.

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 1: Inmate #328 (Part 1)

“Take off your clothes, inmate.”

It was surreal. Being called an inmate. Being there.

I was looking at the dirty floor, doing everything I could to avoid the creepy eyes of the guard.

Guard Falcon was bald, had broad shoulders, a furnished grey beard – he was only in his forties but he looked much older than that -, and he was holding his baton against his large thigh.

He kind of looked funny, like a Pornstar from the 90’s, but still, he was scaring me.

“Are you deaf, inmate?” He barked at me.

“No… Sorry… I…”

What was I expecting? A changing room or something? Of course, I would have to get undress right before the guard’s eyes.

I can imagine your surprise my dear reader. You are probably wondering how the fuck did nerdy Tyler Braxton end up in prison? Well, I have asked myself the same question for a long time.

I will have time to go in full details on why I ended up stripping in this cold room in front of guard Falcon later in this tale, but as you can probably guess if you have read my previous story, my arrest had a lot to do with a hot guy crossing my path.

In this case, his name was Will Torres, he had tattoos all over his left arm, and he was actually a patient of mine. He also turned out to be a drug dealer.

I did end up becoming a therapist in Los Angeles (lot of neurotic people there!) a few years after I left Creepside College and the East Coast. Too bad I did not get to practice for long though. I guess sleeping with your patient would do that to your career…

Anyway, there I was, about to be locked up for about a year and I had no choice but to obey the guard.

Still avoiding his gaze, I took off my sweatshirt and put it on the single chair in the room.

I was more comfortable with my body now. At 28, I had managed to find a good balance between my fiancé at the time, Griffin, my patients, and taking care of myself and my body.

Griffin was not much of an athlete but he was a runner and he got me to jog as well. It helped us both to stay fit. At first, I hated it. I reluctantly joined him - mostly to watch his cute bubble butt bouncing in his tiny green shorts -, but with time, running became part of my daily routine.

I would often recommend to my patients to exercise so I tried to follow my own advice for once.

Griffin was quite hairy and generally very masculine. His grandparents were Irish on both sides and he had come to live in the US after her mom moved here when he was a kid.

Not only my Irish fiancé was handsome but he did seem like the perfect match for me. He was caring, affectionate, and funny. Sexually, he was a top and I had found out years prior that I was definitely a bottom. His dick was not that big but he was certainly good enough at using it – it was not rare he would give me multiple orgasms a night. We would often end up cuddling, his cum in my ass or in my throat, my head on his furry and comforting chest.

He asked me to marry him the night of my 28th birthday. I said yes.

On top of that, Griffin was a realtor and we had just purchased a great apartment in San Francisco together.

How stupid could I have been to mess this all up and end up in California State’s prison? Long story short: very stupid.

Back in the cold room of the Prison, I removed my shoes and painfully took off my jeans. I did not wear a belt; I knew it would be seized from me as soon as I would enter the building. I was wearing some generic grey boxers and socks. I thought it would be a bad idea to bring my Andrew Christian or ES Collections briefs in prison. Smart, right?

I felt so ridiculous standing there in front of the guard. Wearing socks and boxer briefs is just not a good look.

Falcon sighed heavily.

I finally looked at him, trying to appear more self-assured, not so intimidated. I had ideas on what could happen in prisons to so-called “pussies” Griffin had briefed me on being more assertive so I would not get into troubles or get bullied by the other inmates. Not sure I was cut off for this though.

“Damn. Another stupid one!” The guard complained. “What do you not understand in the phrase “take your clothes off”, inmate?”

All my fears were coming true. Falcon really expected me to get naked before him. Worse than that, he actually was in capacity to MAKE me get naked before him.

I was so nervous.

Although, maybe my stress was not such a bad thing in that very moment, at least, I would not get any unwanted erection in front of another man.

For obvious reasons, I had quickly made up my mind on the fact that I would be better off if no one knew about my sexual preferences in jail. The stories about gay guys in prison were just too chilling. Even Janice, my best friend, advised me to keep a low profile. She was working in a rehabilitation centre and she had heard stories.

It had been so hard to come out of the closet, and there I was, forced to lock myself in it again.

I took off my socks first. The tiles on the floor were cold. I looked at my feet, Griffin enjoyed to lick them sometimes. When he was in a dominant mood, he would make me sniff his. I loved his kinky side.

Without a word, I slid down my boxers. It won’t be the first nor the last time I would undress in front of another man.

The guard was smiling, what a creep!

Was all of this really part of the procedure or was he abusing his powers? I could not tell. I hid my genitals with my hands but he stared right at my crotch. I could feel I was becoming red.

A few months before, I would have gladly jerked off to this situation in a porn, but now, I was not sure there was anything exciting about this at all.

“Relax boy, we are all men here.” Falcon spoke.

His satisfied smirk was too much. I looked at the floor again.

“Now, turn around.”

“Is this really necessary?” I dared asking.

Bad idea.

Guard Falcon quickly walked up to me.

He was only a few inches away from me when he whispered in my ear, I smelt his bad breath:

“I think it is, inmate. Now, turn around.”

There was a camera in the ceiling. It made me uneasy at first but now, it reassured me, if I was being recorded, the creepy guard was too.

“Put your hands against the wall.”

I had seen the exact same scene in movies a million times, I could not believe it was happening to me in real life.

I obliged. I put my hands against the wall which made me arched my body a little.

I was so exposed, so vulnerable.

Seconds later, I felt the guard’s large hands on me. First on my shoulders, but then on my waist. That’s when I started to feel a tickle in my groin. Shit! Maybe a part of me was finding this situation exciting after all?

The man’s body is really annoying at times. I was not supposed to get turned on. Griffin literally had fucked me just a few hours before as we knew we would not be able to have sex for a long time. Still, my body had to react at the slightest - even unwanted – human touch.

After my waist, the guard went down on my thighs and ass. He was palping me, feeling me. What the hell was he looking for? A knife between my ass cheeks?

I was still facing the wall when I heard someone else coming in the room behind us. I could not see who he was.

“You wanted to see me, Chief?”

“Oh, Foster, you’re here.” Falcon let go of me.

I calmed down.

“I thought it would be good for you to assist me in this inspection. Have you ever done one?”

“Only during trainings, Chief.”

“Well, take these gloves Foster, it’s time you lose your virginity… If you allow me the expression.”

Guard Falcon laughed grossly but the other guy did not say a word. He seemed as nervous as I was. By the way he was speaking, I also got the idea that he was younger than me.

“Come on, take the lead Foster, run the inspection.”

“Of course, Chief.”

The other guard, Foster, addressed me for the first time:

“Inmate, turn towards me.”

Finally, I got to see the newcomer’s face… and body.

That man was young indeed, certainly in his early twenties, fresh out of school. He had beautiful blue eyes, dark hair, a sharp jawline. His face looked very innocent though, not what you are expecting from a prison guard. The uniform did not fit him. It was a bit too tight; I could see that Foster was very athletic.

Big biceps. Nice pecs. Were they his nipples that I could see poking through his shirt?

My eyes wandered onto his thighs.

*Damn Tyler, when will you stop having a crush on every guy you meet?!*

I know you are waiting for some steamy moments, but that was definitely not the right time, nor place, for eye candy. Should I remind you that I was still stark naked at that point? I focused myself to remain calm… and flaccid.

“Inmate, you are required to go through an inspection before we let you enter the facilities and assign you to your cell with the other inmates. I will inspect your body for any potential injury and I will check that you are not transporting any drugs or any other illicit item inside the premises. Is this clear?”

Foster was reciting his speech; he must have learnt it in “trainings”. I thought it was almost cute. It was also a much better way to handle this than Guard Falcon’s rudeness.

However, his superior did not seem too happy. He was looking severely at his younger colleague. Probably he was thinking that he was too soft with me.

“It is clear, Sir.” I spoke.

The young hunky guard actually smiled, a real smile, showing all of his white teeth. What a waste having in there, that man should have been an actor in Hollywood, the studios were right next door to the prison.

“Don’t smile like an idiot, he’s not your friend!”

Falcon was not one to encourage friendly, or even courteous, exchanges between guards and inmates. Foster changed his face instantly; he shut himself off and took a light out of his belt.

He cleared his throat:

“Open your mouth, inmate.”

I did although I wished he would have asked me this question in other circumstances. He pointed his light right on my face, it blinded me for a second, then he aimed at my mouth.

“Stuck out your tongue.”

Again, I obliged. What choice did I have?

He took his damn time inspecting my throat. Maybe he was making sure I would not gag when he would fuck my mouth. Wishful thinking, but eh, sarcasm had always been my coping mechanism.

He then checked my body.

“Move away those hands, inmate!” That was Guard Falcon talking, or rather barking.

Reluctantly, I exposed my dick and balls. Griffin had helped me trimmed the day before. I already missed him but it was a bad idea thinking about him at that moment, our trimming session had ended in a hot fucking session under the shower. Again, not the time to get aroused!

[Chapter 1 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 1: Inmate #328 (Part 2)

“Your hands behind your head, inmate.” Foster commanded.

His tone was a bit firmer now.

He aimed his light towards my armpits, my chest, and then my dick and balls. He put latex gloves on. This shit was getting real.

Again, I could not believe I had found myself in this situation. Was it entirely my fault though? I should have found a better lawyer, that was for sure.

As I was formally (and to my genuine surprise!) arrested for embezzlement, fraud, and drug trafficking, I was authorized to call someone. I had no idea who to call and I reached out to my older brother.

The past few years, we had barely seen each other, but Ryan dropped everything and came to help me out, travelling the entire country in one afternoon. He had a lawyer on his side when he arrived at the police station, a friend of a friend.

Ryan was now a surgeon in one of the most reputable hospitals of the East coast. At 34, he was still gorgeous with a hint of daddy that suited him perfectly. He had two boys with Mallory, twins, they were 6 years old at the time of my arrest. He was now wearing black glasses who made him even more attractive in my opinion. He was also fitter than ever.

I know, I should stop drooling over my older brother.

“How the hell did you find yourself in this mess? Drug trafficking? What the actual fuck, Tyler? And this other guy they are talking about, he was one of your patients? You’re going to lose your medical licence! You realized that, right?”

I looked at my shoes. Of course, I realized that!

“I know Ryan… I messed up… As always…”

“Fuck Ty, I thought you got engaged! I thought you had bought an apartment! I thought you had your shit together!”

“I had! I have my shit together! Griffin is amazing… Oh my god, I’m gonna lose him too now. This bullshit happened two years ago… I was stupid… I did one mistake! I thought it was way behind me now! When the cops called me, I had no idea I was actually in troubles.”

Seeing how freaked out I was, Ryan softened up and hugged me. It had been years since we touched. I loved him. His arms were my safe place.

“Tyler, what are we gonna do with you?” He said with a grin, nodding his head.

I sobbed silently in his chest. I was a child again.

“Please don’t say anything to mom and dad, they are already worrying enough as it is.”

“Listen, we’ll find a way out. I have found a lawyer. (Not a good one! But neither Ryan or I knew that at the time). You’ll check things with him. He does not think the cops have a lot of evidence of your involvement (they had!) and clearly you are not a mastermind or dangerous criminal, so this should be fine…”

“Clearly not, I’m just a stupid moron! I had a thing for this guy, we started dating and I realized too late it was not the best idea...”

“Maybe you could have realized things were not normal when he started to use your bank account to launder money? Or maybe you could just not have sex with your patient?”

“Touché.” I spoke.

He smiled at me.

“This looks like a big mess now, but I’m sure it’s not that bad, Ty.”

“Ryan, I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you.” I just said, sincerely.

“You should talk to your fiancé. This whole thing happened before you even met him, right? I’m sure he’ll understand. Anyway, you cannot keep this from him.”

I talked to Griffin. I saw the disappointment in his eyes. But he did not call off the wedding. He stayed by my side, until the hearing and the judgement. Then, he promised he would wait for me. Only 10 months and we would be together again.

I held on to that thought as I was going through the humiliating inspection. I did not want to be in this room, scrutinized by two prison guards, but I had to bear the responsibility of my actions.

Without realizing it, I was once again facing the wall, naked.

“Bend over, inmate.”

An alarm went off in my head. Was Foster serious?

He was. And bending over was not the worst of it. The orders kept on coming.

“Spread your ass cheeks, inmate.”

I exposed my asshole.

“Cough. Again, cough.”

I had never felt this uncomfortable in my life, but at least, Guard Fallon was not directly conducting the inspection. Not yet.

“Now spread your ass and squat. Yes, go down. And cough.”

Jesus Christ! Clearly, I had nothing in my ass! What did they want from me?

“He should spread wider; you can’t see or access anything like that, Foster! You do need to make sure that the man is not smuggling any drug in this prison.”

“Yes, chief, but I did not see anything, it looks clear.”

“Looking clear is not enough! Can you assure me with absolute certainty that the thug did not hide anything deep in his asshole? You should know, those cons are like animals! They are willing to do the most sickening things. Can you take this responsibility? Because this is what we are talking about here, you will be fully liable if anything were to go wrong with that one.”

“I will double check, Sir. Inmate, spread your ass one more time.” Foster warned me. “Now, I am going to insert one finger in.”

Foolishly, I got afraid that he would find some dried sperm up in my ass. Last time we fucked, Griffin had cummed in my mouth (his favourite spot), but maybe there were some old residues. I did not have time much time to ponder about that. Suddenly, I felt his finger coming in. Wow! This was really happening!

I had been fucked by way bigger things than this finger (including various cocks and dildos) but due to the stress maybe, my ass felt incredibly tight. I could feel that Foster had put some lube on the glove. He was gentle but was digging deep, in search of any hidden drugs in my anus. That thought almost made me laugh. Or maybe I wanted to cry.

Were they really thinking that a professional therapist (who did lose his license, ok) sentenced to 16 months in prison with the possibility of getting out after 10 months would take the risk of bringing drugs into this prison? Or were they just playing with me?

Maybe I should file a complaint. To whom?

To be fair and although I did not want to admit it, a part of me, somewhere, was also enjoying this. A handsome young man, probably straight, fingering me. Back in college, I would have prayed for this to happen every day.

“You’re doing it wrong, Foster! I know this is disgusting but this is part of the job.”

At that point, Falcon really started to get mad, and I really started to get worried.

I was right to be.

The young guard moved away and the bald one took matters in his own hands. Quite literally. Without putting any gloves on, he shoved one and then two fingers up my ass. I screamed. I was shocked. It hurt!

What the fuck?

“Chief!” Foster objected, but the sadistic guard was not listening to him.

There I was, still bent over, in my birthday’s suit, being fingered by this guard and I just could not say anything to stop him. He was actually fucking my ass with his fingers at this point.

After a few back and forth, Falcon finally released me and announced formally:

“Now, I can state that this one is cleared. See how it’s done, Foster?”

I was so stunned. I was sweating a lot too.

I hated the fact that I did not react. Years after college, I was still the same awkward and scared Tyler, not able to stand for himself. But what could I have done?

“Now put some clothes on, inmate.” The guard barked at me, pretending to be grossed out by my naked body. As if!

He handed me tiny white briefs, white socks, a white greyish tank top and a blue inmate uniform. I thought orange was the mandatory colour for new inmates. Maybe I was watching too much TV. There was a number on the uniform, 328.

Foster was no longer looking at me. He seemed very uneasy now. Maybe he would help me out if I were to lodge a complaint?

Before coming in, I was worried of the inmates, especially of what they could do to me if they found out that I was gay, but I did not think of the guards. Maybe I was them that I should have feared. I thought again of the camera in the ceiling. What would happen if there were none? What would Falcon have done to me?

I quickly got dressed, too happy to finally put some clothes on. There were neither comfortable nor fancy, but at least, I could hide my genitals!

“You can go, Foster, tell Inmate Dantons to come here, he will take care of our new Inmate 328. He’ll show him the ropes”

“Will do, Sir.”

With that, the young guard hastily left the room. He had not given me a single look since Falcon had fingered me. He was probably too ashamed of the behaviour of his colleague and superior.

Guard Falcon had a vicious smile on his face.

“You kinda liked it, right?” He asked me.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m never wrong about these kinds of things.”

He brought two fingers to his mouth, the ones he had just put in my anus. Before my incredulous eyes, he started to sniff, and then lick and suck them.

“You did not like those?” He asked again, kissing his wet fingers. “You’re sure?”

I was panicking. There was no doubt at this point, this was not standard procedure at all. I was getting abused. I needed to find a way out.

I did nothing. Several seconds passed.

“Now, I can be generous with obedient Inmates. I want to show that to you.” Falcon said, keeping a devilish smile on his face.

Stupid bald man, I thought. But I remained silent.

He looked for something in his right pocket. I glanced at it. I realized that he was hard under his pants. A huge bulge was undoubtfully visible. He got a few coins out of his pocket, I was not expecting that.

“Here you go Inmate Braxton, for your obedience. Before we take you in, you get to make one last phone call.”

I did not want to take his money or this phone call. I knew that it would only mean I would owe this asshole. But Falcon did not leave me any choice, he forcefully grabbed my right arm and put the coins in my hand.

“I’m not usually that generous, don’t waste it.”

He held my hand tight. He was so close to me. Again, I felt his bad breath on my neck.

We got out of the room and I was shown a few phone booths right near the facility entrance, in a space usually occupied by visitors. Everything was so old school, it felt like we had gone 30 years in the past.

Falcon was looking at me from afar.

After a few minutes of hesitation, I did use the coins. I did make the phone-call. I was fighting back my tears.

To this day, I still have no idea why I chose to call him of all people. I had memorized his phone number years ago but we had not really talked in years.

I did not want to break down hearing from Ryan or Griffin. I certainly did not want to call my parents. I could have called Janice.

But I called him.

“Hello?... Hi?... Who’s this? I’ve just had a message this was coming from the Correctional Centre of Southern California, is this a joke?”

“Hi Austin… It’s not a joke… It’s me… Tyler.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

[diseasedarchon]

Man, this was amazing! Can't wait for all that's coming for sure!! ♥

 

[Bartflanders]

The entire story of My First Year in Prison, other stories, spin-offs, exclusive chapters and behind the scene content, are available on my Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 1: Inmate #328 (Part 2)

“Your hands behind your head, inmate.” Foster commanded.

His tone was a bit firmer now.

He aimed his light towards my armpits, my chest, and then my dick and balls. He put latex gloves on. This shit was getting real.

Again, I could not believe I had found myself in this situation. Was it entirely my fault though? I should have found a better lawyer, that was for sure.

As I was formally (and to my genuine surprise!) arrested for embezzlement, fraud, and drug trafficking, I was authorized to call someone. I had no idea who to call and I reached out to my older brother.

The past few years, we had barely seen each other, but Ryan dropped everything and came to help me out, travelling the entire country in one afternoon. He had a lawyer on his side when he arrived at the police station, a friend of a friend.

Ryan was now a surgeon in one of the most reputable hospitals of the East coast. At 34, he was still gorgeous with a hint of daddy that suited him perfectly. He had two boys with Mallory, twins, they were 6 years old at the time of my arrest. He was now wearing black glasses who made him even more attractive in my opinion. He was also fitter than ever.

I know, I should stop drooling over my older brother.

“How the hell did you find yourself in this mess? Drug trafficking? What the actual fuck, Tyler? And this other guy they are talking about, he was one of your patients? You’re going to lose your medical licence! You realized that, right?”

I looked at my shoes. Of course, I realized that!

“I know Ryan… I messed up… As always…”

“Fuck Ty, I thought you got engaged! I thought you had bought an apartment! I thought you had your shit together!”

“I had! I have my shit together! Griffin is amazing… Oh my god, I’m gonna lose him too now. This bullshit happened two years ago… I was stupid… I did one mistake! I thought it was way behind me now! When the cops called me, I had no idea I was actually in troubles.”

Seeing how freaked out I was, Ryan softened up and hugged me. It had been years since we touched. I loved him. His arms were my safe place.

“Tyler, what are we gonna do with you?” He said with a grin, nodding his head.

I sobbed silently in his chest. I was a child again.

“Please don’t say anything to mom and dad, they are already worrying enough as it is.”

“Listen, we’ll find a way out. I have found a lawyer. (Not a good one! But neither Ryan or I knew that at the time). You’ll check things with him. He does not think the cops have a lot of evidence of your involvement (they had!) and clearly you are not a mastermind or dangerous criminal, so this should be fine…”

“Clearly not, I’m just a stupid moron! I had a thing for this guy, we started dating and I realized too late it was not the best idea...”

“Maybe you could have realized things were not normal when he started to use your bank account to launder money? Or maybe you could just not have sex with your patient?”

“Touché.” I spoke.

He smiled at me.

“This looks like a big mess now, but I’m sure it’s not that bad, Ty.”

“Ryan, I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you.” I just said, sincerely.

“You should talk to your fiancé. This whole thing happened before you even met him, right? I’m sure he’ll understand. Anyway, you cannot keep this from him.”

I talked to Griffin. I saw the disappointment in his eyes. But he did not call off the wedding. He stayed by my side, until the hearing and the judgement. Then, he promised he would wait for me. Only 10 months and we would be together again.

I held on to that thought as I was going through the humiliating inspection. I did not want to be in this room, scrutinized by two prison guards, but I had to bear the responsibility of my actions.

Without realizing it, I was once again facing the wall, naked.

“Bend over, inmate.”

An alarm went off in my head. Was Foster serious?

He was. And bending over was not the worst of it. The orders kept on coming.

“Spread your ass cheeks, inmate.”

I exposed my asshole.

“Cough. Again, cough.”

I had never felt this uncomfortable in my life, but at least, Guard Fallon was not directly conducting the inspection. Not yet.

“Now spread your ass and squat. Yes, go down. And cough.”

Jesus Christ! Clearly, I had nothing in my ass! What did they want from me?

“He should spread wider; you can’t see or access anything like that, Foster! You do need to make sure that the man is not smuggling any drug in this prison.”

“Yes, chief, but I did not see anything, it looks clear.”

“Looking clear is not enough! Can you assure me with absolute certainty that the thug did not hide anything deep in his asshole? You should know, those cons are like animals! They are willing to do the most sickening things. Can you take this responsibility? Because this is what we are talking about here, you will be fully liable if anything were to go wrong with that one.”

“I will double check, Sir. Inmate, spread your ass one more time.” Foster warned me. “Now, I am going to insert one finger in.”

Foolishly, I got afraid that he would find some dried sperm up in my ass. Last time we fucked, Griffin had cummed in my mouth (his favourite spot), but maybe there were some old residues. I did not have time much time to ponder about that. Suddenly, I felt his finger coming in. Wow! This was really happening!

I had been fucked by way bigger things than this finger (including various cocks and dildos) but due to the stress maybe, my ass felt incredibly tight. I could feel that Foster had put some lube on the glove. He was gentle but was digging deep, in search of any hidden drugs in my anus. That thought almost made me laugh. Or maybe I wanted to cry.

Were they really thinking that a professional therapist (who did lose his license, ok) sentenced to 16 months in prison with the possibility of getting out after 10 months would take the risk of bringing drugs into this prison? Or were they just playing with me?

Maybe I should file a complaint. To whom?

To be fair and although I did not want to admit it, a part of me, somewhere, was also enjoying this. A handsome young man, probably straight, fingering me. Back in college, I would have prayed for this to happen every day.

“You’re doing it wrong, Foster! I know this is disgusting but this is part of the job.”

At that point, Falcon really started to get mad, and I really started to get worried.

I was right to be.

The young guard moved away and the bald one took matters in his own hands. Quite literally. Without putting any gloves on, he shoved one and then two fingers up my ass. I screamed. I was shocked. It hurt!

What the fuck?

“Chief!” Foster objected, but the sadistic guard was not listening to him.

There I was, still bent over, in my birthday’s suit, being fingered by this guard and I just could not say anything to stop him. He was actually fucking my ass with his fingers at this point.

After a few back and forth, Falcon finally released me and announced formally:

“Now, I can state that this one is cleared. See how it’s done, Foster?”

I was so stunned. I was sweating a lot too.

I hated the fact that I did not react. Years after college, I was still the same awkward and scared Tyler, not able to stand for himself. But what could I have done?

“Now put some clothes on, inmate.” The guard barked at me, pretending to be grossed out by my naked body. As if!

He handed me tiny white briefs, white socks, a white greyish tank top and a blue inmate uniform. I thought orange was the mandatory colour for new inmates. Maybe I was watching too much TV. There was a number on the uniform, 328.

Foster was no longer looking at me. He seemed very uneasy now. Maybe he would help me out if I were to lodge a complaint?

Before coming in, I was worried of the inmates, especially of what they could do to me if they found out that I was gay, but I did not think of the guards. Maybe I was them that I should have feared. I thought again of the camera in the ceiling. What would happen if there were none? What would Falcon have done to me?

I quickly got dressed, too happy to finally put some clothes on. There were neither comfortable nor fancy, but at least, I could hide my genitals!

“You can go, Foster, tell Inmate Dantons to come here, he will take care of our new Inmate 328. He’ll show him the ropes”

“Will do, Sir.”

With that, the young guard hastily left the room. He had not given me a single look since Falcon had fingered me. He was probably too ashamed of the behaviour of his colleague and superior.

Guard Falcon had a vicious smile on his face.

“You kinda liked it, right?” He asked me.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m never wrong about these kinds of things.”

He brought two fingers to his mouth, the ones he had just put in my anus. Before my incredulous eyes, he started to sniff, and then lick and suck them.

“You did not like those?” He asked again, kissing his wet fingers. “You’re sure?”

I was panicking. There was no doubt at this point, this was not standard procedure at all. I was getting abused. I needed to find a way out.

I did nothing. Several seconds passed.

“Now, I can be generous with obedient Inmates. I want to show that to you.” Falcon said, keeping a devilish smile on his face.

Stupid bald man, I thought. But I remained silent.

He looked for something in his right pocket. I glanced at it. I realized that he was hard under his pants. A huge bulge was undoubtfully visible. He got a few coins out of his pocket, I was not expecting that.

“Here you go Inmate Braxton, for your obedience. Before we take you in, you get to make one last phone call.”

I did not want to take his money or this phone call. I knew that it would only mean I would owe this asshole. But Falcon did not leave me any choice, he forcefully grabbed my right arm and put the coins in my hand.

“I’m not usually that generous, don’t waste it.”

He held my hand tight. He was so close to me. Again, I felt his bad breath on my neck.

We got out of the room and I was shown a few phone booths right near the facility entrance, in a space usually occupied by visitors. Everything was so old school, it felt like we had gone 30 years in the past.

Falcon was looking at me from afar.

After a few minutes of hesitation, I did use the coins. I did make the phone-call. I was fighting back my tears.

To this day, I still have no idea why I chose to call him of all people. I had memorized his phone number years ago but we had not really talked in years.

I did not want to break down hearing from Ryan or Griffin. I certainly did not want to call my parents. I could have called Janice.

But I called him.

“Hello?... Hi?... Who’s this? I’ve just had a message this was coming from the Correctional Centre of Southern California, is this a joke?”

“Hi Austin… It’s not a joke… It’s me… Tyler.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 2: New roommates (Part 1)

I had not talked to Austin in a while, last time we saw each other was at his wedding two years prior.

Seeing him marrying someone else was as heart-breaking as it was healing for me.

Finally, I was able to have a full closure on our story. Austin had truly been my first love and I had struggled to let go of him for years. Witnessing him, kissing his beautiful bride in her white dress, had been a much-needed wake-up call.

I guess this is not much of a surprise that I met Griffin shortly after and that I committed myself in a long-time relationship for the first time in my life.

“Tyler? Is that really you?”

“Yes, it is really me.”

“How are you doing man? Wait! Are you actually calling me from jail? What the fuck, Ty?”

Austin laughed over the phone.

“Austin, stop it. It’s not funny, it’s all real.”

“You? In prison! What could you possibly have done? You ran over someone?”

“God! I don’t even know why I’m calling you. I just did not want to talk to Griffin or Ryan right now. You’ll ask my brother why I’m here. He’ll explain everything to you.”

Austin’s tone changed instantly. He was more serious.

“But Ty, what is happening? Do you need help?”

“No… I guess I just wanted to talk.”

“To talk? We have not seen each other in over a year. You are telling me that you have been convicted of God knows what crime, you are calling me from prison and you just want to… talk?”

“Come on, Austin, be cool, I regret calling you already!” I smiled though, too happy to hear his voice. “I did not kill anyone, it was just… well, embezzlement, and drug trafficking.”

“Tyler, I never knew you were such a gangsta! “Just” drug trafficking! You’re killing me, man!”

“You better not laugh too hard or I’ll send my gang right at your door!”

I snapped back semi-laughing; I was very aware of the surreal nature of this call.

“Look bro, I’m sorry but this just sounds too crazy to me! If someone told me that Tobias or Martin had been sent to jail, I would not be surprised. But Tyler Braxton! I did not think nerdy doctors or therapists were going to prison these days!”

“They are! Although, to be fair, I did lose my license to practise so I’m no longer a therapist.”

He marked a pause, probably still wondering if I was kidding or not.

“Ok, Ty. Just let me two seconds to digest the news. What did you want to talk about?”

Some way, somehow, I could be stressed or straight-out panicking, Austin would always make me relax. I just had been through one the worst experiences of my life a few minutes before, but with Austin on the line, I forgot all about creepy guard Falcon or the fact that I was about to get confronted to the other inmates.

We discussed like this for 10 minutes as if no time had spent by since we had last spoken.

I ended up explaining pretty much the whole situation to Austin and he promised he would talk with Griffin and Ryan to make sure he could come and visit me.

Austin was working as a salesman for a big sports company and was traveling a lot across the country to negotiate deals with big stadiums and arenas. To this day, I am still not sure of what he was selling, some stuff relating to bleachers, I think. All I knew was that he would make sure to spend some time in California to see me and it warmed my heart.

“Ten months. This sure is going to be tough but think about that, man, once you’ll get out of there, you’ll get married and…”

“And what? What do I do with my life then? An ex-con with an interdiction to do his job!”

“Well, you’ll figure it out! Knowing you, you’ll do porn or something!”

“Fuck you, Austin.”

“Come on, you’re one tough cookie Tyler. You always bounce back.”

The line abruptly cut. I had used up all my coins. I hung up the phone and was snapped back to my sad reality. I took a long look at the depressing grey environment I was in. Several guys were coming in, new inmates, they seemed less nervous than I was. Probably they were returning to prison, they were not virgins like me.

Guard Falcon was talking with an older man in a suit. Once he was done, he walked towards me.

“Ready, inmate?”

I did not respond. I did not want to say a single word to this asshole.

I was about to get scolded when the younger (and much cuter) guard Foster came in, he was accompanied by an inmate. The convict was wearing the same blue uniform that I was, except it was a bit washed up. The clothes, not the guy. The inmate was rather hot.

“Hi, new guy. I’m Xander.”

He extended his hand to me. I shook it.

Xander had short blond hair which were kind of curly, he looked roughly my age, maybe a bit younger and seemed friendly. He looked fit but was rather slim, not really the image you have in mind when you think of prisoners.

“Hi.” I just replied, still very cautious.

“Inmate Dantons will be sharing your cell. He is going to show you around the facility, the commodities, he’ll explain the way things work around here. If you don’t behave, he will be held responsible as well.” Falcon explained.

“Ok.” I spoke.

There was an awkward silence until Xander said:

“Follow me?”

The guards nodded and we passed two big metal doors together. I heard the doors being locked behind us, I felt a lump in my throat. I could have busted into tears right there. This was all becoming very real, very fast.

“You did not tell me your name. You have a name I suppose?” Xander asked, apparently unaware of my inner breakdown.

“Sorry, I… I’m Tyler.”

“First time in here?”

“Yes…”

“I figured. You look like a first timer.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Relax man, we can tell, that’s all.”

He smiled at me. Maybe I should not be that defensive. I would need allies in there. Friends even. Ten months is a long time.

“How long have you been here?” I asked while we were walking in yet another grey corridor. The paint was falling from the walls and the ceiling at some places. This building was really demoralizing.

“Two years. And one left to go. You’ll see, you’ll get used to this shithole. How long do you have?”

I wondered what he had done to be sentenced to three years. It must have been a pretty serious deal. But probably not a murder? I knew better than asking this question though.

“I have been sentenced to 16 months, but I hope I can leave in 10.”

“Fingers crossed, mate.”

He smiled at me again. He seemed too nice to be true.

We were now advancing in the facility and passing by other inmates and what seemed to be recreational rooms. There was a couple of ping pong tables in one of the rooms.

Most of the guys were minding their own business, some were looking at me.

It was not a legend, most groups seemed to gather by ethnicity, there were more older guys than what I was expected. One group was playing with cards on a table near us, laughing loudly, making fun of each other. I avoided looking at any of the inmates directly. Truth is: I was utterly terrified.

I still remember my first day in prison vividly. Not something you forget.

It was smelling like males around there, like a locker-room after practice. Probably the testosterones floating in the air.

A lot of those guys wore tattoos, a few of them were shirtless, not minding showing off their muscular chests. The majority of the inmates were wearing their uniforms trousers with a white tank top. I was trying not to look at their biceps, armpits, nipples, but they were everywhere. Not a single woman in there, just men in all shapes, forms and sizes.

A group of buff guys competing with each other in some kind of arm-wrestling competition caught my attention but I tried to remain as discreet as possible, closely following Xander. He was telling me everything I should now: when to get up, when to shower, to eat, to sleep, to shut up, who to avoid and where to go. I tried to ingest all of the info.

“Basically, we are free to move around during the day but we can go outside only a couple of hours in the afternoon. Unless you work outside.”

“Work?”

“You did not think you would get to be in bed all day, did not you? Everybody works to get this place running. I would go to laundry if I were you. Pretty easy.”

“Ok.”

I did not talk much, only nodding to everything Xander was saying.

I was surprised there was no one from the system doing this introduction, but it made sense, it was a bit like at the university, when other students would show your around.

We walked through another round of corridors, some guy was screaming in one of the cells we passed by, a lunatic according to Xander but not dangerous. That did not reassure me much.

Finally, we reached our cell.

It was pretty much what I was expected, a bit worse maybe. 110 square feet, two bunk beds against each of the walls, a curtain behind the beds on the right side, it was torn up and we could see the toilets and the sink behind it, on the other side of the toilets, there were 4 small lockers.

And that was it.

“We are supposed to be 4 by cell but there are too many of us in here, we sometimes have to be 5 and someone sleeps on a mattress on the floor.” Xander explained.

The mattresses seemed only a few inches thick.

There was one unexpected element in the room. A corpulent Latino guy, I would say in his forties. He was quite hairy with tattoos all over his neck and chest, lying down on the bottom bunk bed on the left side, stark naked. His big flaccid dick resting on his right thigh as he was semi napping, his eyes not totally closed.

On the top bed, a white guy was shirtless (but was wearing pants) and was mindlessly playing on his phone. He looked like a bodybuilder, really sturdy and athletic, I could not quite figure out how the bunk bed held on under his weight.

“The exhibitionist here is Fernando, don’t mind him, he’s always naked but he’s not dangerous.”

The guy mumbled in his state of semi-sleep, opened one eye, and sighed when he saw me.

“And this is Ralph.”

“Welcome to your mansion, newbie.” The giant had a very deep voice. His bare feet were facing me, going way beyond the edge of the bed, they were at least a size 13.

“Hi, I’m Tyler.”

[Chapter 2 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 2: New roommates (Part 2)

Xander used the metal ladder to climb on the top of the right bunk bed. I would sleep underneath him then. There were multiple pictures of a beautiful girl taped on his side of the wall, on one of them Xander was holding her in his arms. On the other side of the wall, Ralph’s side, there were pictures of girls too, but they were all naked, spreading their legs in most of the shots.

Ralph was apparently a big amateur of nudity art.

“First timer?” Ralph asked Xander, not looking at me.

“Yeah.”

The bodybuilder straightened up in his bed, which was dangerously shaking, and he evaluated me from head to toes. He then pronounced his verdict.

“That’s going to be a tough time for you, pretty boy.”

“Don’t scare him away.” Xander intervened, semi-laughing.

“Why you say that?” I asked, still standing awkwardly in front of his bed and his huge feet, focusing not to look at the big Latino cock resting right below me.

“Just a hunch.”

He then looked back at his phone. I was so stressed; my stomach was hurting.

I sat down in my new bed. That whole situation would certainly be uncomfortable (although, a bit arousing). Sitting there, I was directly facing Fernando, his eyes were fully closed now. I dared a look at his exposed genitals. In addition to his big cock, he got some huge balls, quite hairy too.

I could not believe it was acceptable for inmates to be in this state in the middle of the day. Our cell’s door was wide open and people were passing by, guards and inmates… Fernando was slowly caressing his dick in his sleep but I pretended not to be fascinated by it.

“You can use a phone in here?” I asked Ralph, trying to make some friendly small talk with my new roommates.

“Of course not, dummy! This is prison.” He said, still scrolling on his phone. That attempt of chit-chat did not go well.

Xander jumped back down, opened the curtain behind our beds and started peeing, not minding to leave it open. From where I was, I could not see his cock though.

*Fuck Tyler, why would you look at his cock anyway? In this prison, you are straight, and in real life, you are engaged!”

“Ralph is good with the guards so he can do pretty much what he wants, I’m more discreet when I use my phone. The hard part is to get it in but we always find a way.” Xander explained while he was pissing loudly in the toilet bowl.

“If you got caught with it and the guard is in a bad mood, he may seize it, either he will rat you out and you could even be sent to solitary or you may get a mention in your files” He finished pissing and put his dick back in his pants.

“Or he will just take the phone and steal it from you. If you complain about it, you’ll definitely get worse than a mention in your files.” Ralph completed.

I could very well see how guard Falcon would take the phone away and use it for his own interests.

“Seriously, the only thing I want is getting out of here as soon as possible so I’m not sure I would take any risk like that.”

“How much time do you have?” Ralph asked.

“16 months, or 10 if I can get out for good behaviour.”

“Drugs?”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “I mean, part of it.”

“You don’t look like a meth head.”

“I’m not.”

“You were one of the top dogs then?”

“Not really…” I looked for my words. “I was more of an intermediary.”

Ralph chuckled.

“You are really going to have a tough time in here, mate.”

Maybe I should have told him to fuck off, so he would understand that I did not intend to be messed up with. Probably, I should have. The words just could not get out of my mouth.

“Let’s go, newbie, I want to show you some other cool spots in your new mansion.”

Fernando snored loudly; he was fully asleep now, and he was semi-hard. His dick was now resting on his stomach, his dickhead was coming out from his foreskin.

“Ok. You’re the boss.” I said to Xander, pulling my eyes away from this yummy cock.

During our walk, my guide shared some banters with other inmates we would run into, he seemed to get along with pretty much everybody. I was glad to have him. Xander was still avoiding certain areas though, where “guys like us were not welcomed.” I got chills when he said that but I kept on moving.

“Here’s the main training room, champ.”

We got into a large indoor space with a dozen of gym equipment, two benches, and some cords. A guard, a tall black guy, was sitting at a table, looking around his arms crossed. Six guys, most of them were black, were using the materials, mostly doing bars lifting.

They were all shirtless and they were heavily sweating, pearls of sweat dripping from their foreheads to their chest, coming from their ass too. I could totally see one of the guy’s hairy and fat black asses through his white short. It looked like a porn scene was about to start. A gangbang maybe? I smiled to myself thinking of the “Toss my black salad” series that I was only too familiar with.

The guy wearing the almost translucent tiny white short was lifting some weights, grunting like a mad man. I could literally see his penis line when he turned around. He was circumcised.

He spoke between two moans:

“Yo…. Xander… What’s up?”

“Hi, Pope.”

The guard addressed us:

“Fresh meat joining you today, Dantons?”

“Yes, Tyler Braxton, first day here.” Xander answered the guard with a smile. “I’m showing him around.”

“Don’t look so frightened inmate, everybody is nice around here.” The guard said. I could not tell if he was mocking me or not.

“I’m not frightened.” I replied defensively, even though, the weak tone of my voice was saying overwise.

“Fuck!” It was one of the guys who was training. He could not lift his bar; his two mates were teasing him.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy now!”

The guy got up and slapped his mate’s ass.

“Fuck you, asshole!”

I was sure I was looking like a lost puppy dog to all of them.

“And right behind this door, this is the shower room for our district. We normally can only use the showers between 6 and 8am, water is almost always cold, but you can exceptionally ask to take a shower after a training if you have registered.” Xander explained. “Don’t worry, Pope here is going to wash his rotten armpits before getting back in the residential areas.”

I heard the guy nicknamed Pope laughed at Xander’s joke behind us: “Residential areas, you bet! More like the ghetto!”

Xander did not mind him and opened a door to show me the communal showers.

I entered. I just wanted to take a quick look.

And that’s when I saw him.

I had seen my fair share of hot guys that day, and I will admit, some of them did leave a strong impression on me. Guard Foster was yummy as fuck, Ralph the bodybuilder who was sharing my cell was a muscular God straight from an 80’s gay porn, that Pope guy was super-hot as well, but nothing had prepared me for Inmate Jensen.

There were 8 shower heads in a large communal space. I bet this place was crowded each morning. But at that moment, the first time I ever saw him, Kurtis Jensen was alone in the huge shower room.

Right in the middle, was standing one of the most handsome men I had ever seen in my life, presenting himself naked and wet for me.

I first saw him from behind, but already, he was perfect.

Tall, probably 6.2. feet, he had the proportions of a fitness male model, the type of guys with 300K followers on Instagram and shirtless pics all over the internet. His butt was hairy and glorious, two beautiful ass cheeks, a perfect peach that you can only dream to bite in. Under the bubble butt, his hairy thighs were quite muscular but not too big, above, his back was large but not like Ralph, more like the main role in a Hollywood action movie. His skin was of a light brown. Delicious.

He had a small tattoo on his neck but I could not identify what it was from where I stood. Maybe I should get closer? It had soap all over it.

The inmate was shampooing his very short dark hair. He did not know that Xander and I were there. I could have watched him caressing his scalp for hours… But Xander had to talk!

“Yo, Jensen!”

His hot and wet body still facing the other way, it was now glistening with soap and shampoo, the Adonis turned his head towards us.

The world stopped spinning when I stared at his eyes.

I know! I sound so fucking stupid! So naïve! But if I were smart when it comes to guys, you would know it by now and I would not have ended up in prison in the first place!

His eyes were a piercing blue, almost grey, he had a sharp jawline but big lips, beautiful lips, suckable lips. He smiled when he recognized Xander. I guessed they were buddies too.

“Yo, Dantons, showing off to the newbie the best asset of this prison?”

He flexed his arms in a cocky way, and then his glutes. I blushed.

Still smiling, he turned around completely to face us and his body was even better from the front. How could that gorgeous man be locked up in prison? He literally looked like a supermodel! A lot of those guys I had seen that day were missing some teeth, looked washed-up, tired, but not him, all his teeth were there, all white. He could have done a freaking advertising for toothpaste!

But let’s talk about the elephant in the room. A huge uncut and meaty cock, dripping with water under this shower. 5 inches, probably more, of a large piece of sausage and two big balls. A perfect meal! Above his junks, a black bush, all wet and soapy and then, going north, a trail of hair which were finding their ways through his abs. He did not have a perfect six pack but the abs were definitely there, ready to be caressed. His nipples were big. His pecs were tempting. You just needed to kiss them, lick them, bite them.

*Fuck, Tyler! Try to focus on something else!*

Jensen put his hands behind his head to rinse off his hair, he flexed his large biceps once again, his armpits were showing now. Hairy, raunchy, inviting. He must have known the effect the had on people!

Certainly, he wanted me to worship him. I had to crawl towards him and submit to my new lover. How could I resist this?!

I did not hear what Xander say next but when he said “let’s go”, I finally snapped back to reality and my new favourite Inmate, Kurtis Jensen, had turned around, to face the other way again. He was now soaping his ass but his huge dick was still well printed in my retina.

I was totally destabilized when I looked at Xander. My new roommate stared at me suspiciously. Only there I realized I had messed up.

Xander surely noticed that I had checked out this guy way more than what was acceptable for a “straight man”. Would he confront me about it? Would he tell someone? Shit!

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 3: The shadow on the wall (Part 1)

If Xander questioned my sexuality after I had been drooling all over Kurtis Jensen under the shower, he did not make any comment about it. I was glad.

We left the communal showers and then, the gym area. I did my best not to check Pope’s visible penis line again, and I excused myself to go to the closest toilets. Only there, I took some minutes to myself, to process what had happened in the past few hours.

My brain was exploding in tons of directions: everything was scary, stressful, but at the same time, there were so much temptations everywhere. Did a guard really molest me earlier? Should I say something? Did my cellmate actually caress his dick before me? He did! And the craziest part was that nobody seemed to mind. Had I just met the hottest man on the planet, naked and wet, right before me? Why should I care about that though? I was locked up, supposed to be straight in there and most importantly, I was engaged.

Why was it so hard for me to remember that I was engaged in this prison? I had been in this hell for less than a day and my life from before already seemed like it belonged to a parallel universe.

On top of all of that, something else was bugging me. Why the hell did I call Austin, of all people, right before coming in? Why not my fiancé? Maybe, I just needed a friend. Maybe, I was still foolishly hoping for something more… Fuck me.

I heard a guy taking a shit in the stall next to mine. A good way to be snapped back to reality. Without realizing it, I had started to tear up. The pressure was getting to me. I feared that I would not be able to play the “straight guy” role. I feared that I would be bullied by the others. Basically, I feared that I would not be able to survive this.

I had to pull myself together.

I got out of the toilets. Back in the corridor, Xander was nowhere to be seen. For the first time, I was alone. Not knowing what to do or where to go, I tried to find my way back to my cell, but everything looked the same. Depressing. Grey. Washed up.

I lost my way but I could not see myself asking for help to any of these guys so I kept wandering around, moving away as soon as someone was actually looking at me.

I ran into the guard I had seen in the gym, a black guy, obese.

“Lost?” He asked.

His name was Davis, I could see it on his green uniform now.

“No, well, kinda.” I said stupidly. He smiled, mocking me a bit. I could not say if he was being friendly or not.

“Now, if you want to avoid getting in troubles, I would advise against wandering alone in the corridors, you never know who you might bump into.”

Was he talking about the guards or the other inmates?

“You should go this way, right to the cafeteria, time to eat.”

It was only 6:30 pm. Great… I wanted to do everything but eating.

I followed the guard’s advice though. When I entered in the cafeteria, people were already waiting in line. Jesus, what is more depressing than having diner before 7pm? Well, having diner in prison maybe.

The food looked disgusting and it was prepared by other inmates. One of them pretended to spit in a huge bowl of soup as a joke. Asshole.

I took a tray and picked some mash potatoes and a sausage.

That was the easy part, now, I had to relive my high school’s nightmare and find a place to sit. The place was getting crowded, I looked for Xander but he was not there. There was not a free table where I could sit alone either, so I had to socialize with some groups.

Guard Foster was looking at some of the inmates, leaning against a wall. He seemed concerned by what was going on at a table where a group of guys were playing a game where they would slap each other. It was in good fun for now but I understood Foster’s concern, this could take a turn quickly.

Someone behind pushed me and I almost fell with my tray. I could not tell if it was intentional but two Latino guys laughed behind me. It was time to move on, no need to find out what they wanted.

I recognized Ralph, my other cellmate on the other side of the cafeteria. Given his size, he was easily noticeable, even in this large space. He was talking with “Pope”, the black guy I had seen at the gym. Those two bodybuilders were probably training together. Sitting at the same table, one of Pope’s mates who was also at the gym earlier and was eating his sausage like a dog, and a red hair, older guy, was looking right in my direction.

I walked up to their table.

“You mind if I sit with you?”

“Mmm, who’s the new eye candy?” The guy with red hair asked.

“Don’t mind our ginger friend here, he’s always on the look for fresh meat but you’re safe with us.” Pope said.

I smiled, still pretending that I was not terrified by every single one of them.

“Sit down, idiot.” Ralph ordered as I was still standing awkwardly with my tray.

I was regretting my decision to approach them already.

“I’m Glenn” The ginger guy said, extending his hand “A big sausage you got there.” He winked at me, looking at my plate and then at my crotch.

“I’m Tyler.” I said to everyone, trying to ignore him.

“Back off, Glenn, he is with Xander.” Ralph said.

I was not sure what “being with Xander” meant but Glenn cut off his act. At least, for now.

Ralph, Pope and his mate resumed their conversation, they were talking about an incident which happened the day before, a guy named Ray Kennedy had been sent to solitary confinement. Again, I remained silent most of the time, trying to eat my food without puking.

Glenn was still looking at me, licking his lips. Was he actually openly gay? Or was he just mocking me?

My two other cellmates, Xander and Fernando (he was wearing clothes this time) both joined in a few minutes later.

“I thought I had lost you, newbie. I was afraid you had walked in Romano’s territory.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m right here, enjoying this delicious dinner.” I replied sarcastically.

From this point on, I was more relaxed. They were asking me questions about my life (I said I had recently broken up with my girlfriend) but nothing too personal and they were quite impressed when they realized I was a therapist.

“A shrink in prison! I think you’re our first!” Xander exclaimed.

“Definitely, normally, we just have to see them outside of here.” Fernando confirmed with a smile.

“Yeah, well, even shrinks can do stupid stuff.” I said as I was realizing more and more how dumb I had been, crossing the lines with Will and ending up there.

“You’re saying we’re stupid, newbie?” Pope stood up and leaned his body on the table. I was stunned.

He then bursted out laughing. “Come on, I’m just joking, pal!”

I pretended to laugh as well.

I would never survive a year in there!

Or maybe I would. Kurtis Jensen had just entered the cafeteria. He was no longer naked nor wet, but he was still hot as fuck. I do not think that all of the guys were crushing on him as hard as I was, but I could definitely tell that everyone was intimidated by him. Simply by being a tall mix-race guy with piercing greyish/blue eyes, Kurtis was standing out in the crowd.

I guess that even in real life (I mean, life out of prison), it is always like that when someone really gorgeous walk into a room, you just cannot help but be to be a bit impressed.

Kurtis Jensen was behaving with a lot of confidence but I did note that he was not an asshole when he let two of the older inmates go in front of him in the line. Such a sweetheart, I thought.

Look, I know this, I was being ridiculous, but I got a crush on the guy and I was very vulnerable at that time!

He sat down not far from me and even waived at me. Wait, no, he was waiving at Xander and Pope, his gym bros. Thankfully, I did not waive back, that would have been very awkward.

I spent the rest of dinner glancing at my new heartthrob, he was sitting with bulk guys but was not talking to anyone, he seemed lost in his thoughts.

“That’s Romano.” Xander whispered in my hear at some point, looking at a guy coming in the cafeteria.

A tall Italian man, he was bald but his entire face - and all of his body from what I could see - were tattooed. You could barely see the colour of his skin. He was way less gentle than Jensen, he pushed aside some guys to cut the line, well, he did not really have to push them as pretty much everyone stepped aside when he walked in.

“That’s the one you don’t want to mess with.” Pope explained.

Guard Falcon was there, even him seemed to be scared by Romano.

“He runs this place.” Xander confirmed.

“How so?”

“He has connections inside and out of here, and a fuck load of money, rumour has it that Romano has the warden in his pocket. His family is paying for his pension or something like that.”

Corruption in prison, how surprising.

“And who’s that guy behind him?” I asked.

Always staying less than 10 inches from Romano, an Asian guy, very young, maybe the youngest guy I had seen in the prison so far, was following the tattooed guy like his shadow, almost crawling behind him. He was necessarily over 18 since he was there but he looked like a highschool student.

“That’s his bitch.” Ralph simply stated.

“Romano has had a lot of bitches along the years, often multiple at the same time, but since Kim has arrived, he just uses this one.”

I could not believe they were so casual about this. What did they mean, “using him”?

Glenn read my mind:

“Use it, sexually.” He specified with a grin.

“Kim was not so happy at first.” Xander said.

“I mean, his girlfriend would have a right to be mad.” Ralph laughed at his own joke.

“Wait, he is straight?” I could not help myself, the Korean boy just looked too gay in his torn up uniform outfit, showing off his nipples, and wearing some weird kind of homemade make up on his face. Most of all, with his submissive position behind his master, he definitely looked like a sub in an S&M club in San Francisco.

“He was straight when he arrived.” Pope said in a sad tone. “But he is no longer now. I mean, he is not really a fag, he’s just Romano’s bitch, that’s his sexuality as long as he’ll stay in this prison. Romano did not leave him much choice”

“That’s no entirely true.” Xander explained. “If Romano asks him to, he also has to please other guys in here. Falcon, the guard who admitted you in here, one time, I saw him getting a blowjob from Kim.”

I was not surprised, at all.

“Don’t worry, you’re too old to be Romano’s type.” Pope said to reassure me. I faked a smile.

“Eh, being Romano’s bitch, that’s not that bad!” Glenn had to intervene. “Hear me out. The guy is golden now. Sure, he is Romano’s bitch but, in a way, we all are Romano’s bitch’s bitches. If someone were to touch Kim, you can be sure that Romano would come after him, meaning that Kim is untouchable. I, for one, would take this sort of protection.”

“You’d gladly swallow Romano’s balls, protection or not, Ginger!” Fernando snapped back.

[Chapter 3 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 3: The shadow on the wall (Part 2)

“Well, maybe… But I’m most interested to know if Tyler here would be willing to swallow my own balls for my protection.”

Pope bursted our laughing:

“Glenn’s protection! Just adopt a cat already Braxton, a little pussy cat! It will be more effective than Ginger here!”

“Maybe the newbie would just don’t mind blowing me, then, protection or not?” Glenn continued, always wearing his satisfied smile.

I felt corned, and I felt myself getting red. It was time to affirm myself.

“You know that can be dangerous, Glenn.” I spoke.

“What do you mean, pretty boy?”

“Taking your dreams for reality. Thinking I would suck your balls. You might be losing track with the real world, that’s a real condition we can work on during therapy sessions. Maybe you need some.”

“Buuuuuurn!” Pope yelled, standing up again, laughing.

“Eh! Calm down there!” Guard Foster was scolding us. I smiled at him. I was proud of my comeback.

“You’re dumb, newbie. I had never sucked a cock until I got here but you’ll see, boy, everyone gets lonely!” Glenn crossed his arms and finished his banana, pouting.

“If he does get lonely, I’d be there to take care of him.” Fernando said, pointing at his crotch - which I knew, was hiding a huge hairy Latino cock -, he put his right arm around my neck.

I just gave him the middle finger and they laughed.

It was hard to tell if all of these talks were just banters or if guys were actually sucking and fucking each other in this place. For sure, Kim was submissive to Romano, besides that, I could not tell whether they were messing with me or not. Sex, especially between guys, was definitely one of the top conversations’ topics among inmates.

After we ate, we played cards in a common area, Xander taught me how to play belote, a card game to be played by four. We were in the same team and Pope and Ralph played against us. Xander and I actually won. “Beginner’s luck” they said.

At 8:40 pm, we needed to be back in our cells.

Fernando was already there, napping again, and in the nude again.

I heard some guys screaming. I could not tell if they were fighting, my cellmates told me that I should learn to ignore the lunatics. I felt very depressed when I lied down in my uncomfortable bed, Ralph was scrolling through his phone and Xander was still playing with the cards deck on his bed, solitary.

None of them realized it but I cried in silence for a while. Maybe they knew, when we welcomed newcomers later that year, I understood that most of them broke down during their first night. They did not mention it though.

Ralph got down from his top bed – it felt like an earthquake - and he undressed before me. From where I was lying, he could not see my face but I could see his entire aesthetic body, moving in the middle of our small space.

I did not lose any second of Ralph’s strip show, he took off his sweaty tank top first, then his trousers revealing a thick ass, then his dirty white socks – I already knew his bare feet were huge – but, to my disappointment and I’m sure yours, he kept his white briefs on to sleep. They were well filled but that was not surprising, the man was a giant, every part of his body was disproportionate compared to a normal human being.

Xander undressed from his bed on top of me so I did not get a chance to look as his body.

As for Fernando, his big furry ass was in full sight, as he was sleeping above his covers in a foetus position. I could see his balls too, hanging below. Sliding under my covers, I let myself get hard at that sight.

Fernando started snoring loudly, it sounded like an angry bear, I could not fall asleep. Ralph was also awake. I could see the light of his phone above my right, I was not able to see him though, just the form of his immense shadow against the wall.

My dick woke up when I realized Ralph’s shadow was moving.

On the wall, I could get a glimpse of his face, his huge chest, his spread legs, and right in the middle, a huge pole moving, almost dancing. His magnificent cock. After a few minutes, his right hand went from the back of his head to his dick. I paid more attention to the shadow. His huge hand was not covering his dick, just the tip of it. His left hand was still scrolling through the phone, providing me with the lighting I needed to make the shadow alive.

Ralph was grunting now. I could even hear distinct moans between two snores of Fernando. The masturbation became more intense. My dick became stiffer.

The blond bodybuilder was getting really into stroking his humongous cock. It had been a long time since I had seen a straight guy playing with himself. It had always been one of my kinks.

Was I cheating on Griffin by looking at this shadow and listening to these moans? Certainly, I was not. Griffin was allowed to watch porn while I was stuck in prison, so I surely was authorized to enjoy this. Right?

I did not masturbate though. I was still too uneasy sharing my cell with those guys.

I simply could not cum my first night in there.

Be reassured though, this did not last long and throughout my time in jail, I did find numerous ways to release myself.

Ralph undoubtfully did that night. Right before his orgasm, the bunk bed shook so hard that I wondered how Fernando was able to keep on sleeping. Maybe he was used to his bed mate cumming on top of him. Ralph grunted loudly while he was covering his muscular chest with his sperm. I literally was able to witness the ejaculation through the shadow on the wall, like someone had turned on an uncontrollable hose.

In another big bang, Ralph jumped out from his bed, stark naked, and his dick was flopping just a few inches from my face. I could swear that some cum flied directly onto my face but maybe that was wishful thinking. His dick was semi hard at this point but it was still bigger than my own cock when it was fully erected.

That glorious moment lasted only a few seconds though, Ralph was going to the toilets behind my bunk bed, pissing after cumming and throwing away a small piece of tissue he used to collect the thick juice on his body. He left some cum on the thick hair between his thighs but he did not notice, it would be dried the next morning.

I fell asleep shortly after that but was woken up by another big schlong right in front of my face!

Was I in prison or on a porn set?! This time it was Fernando, stretching in the middle of the room, flaunting his genitals a few inches away from me. The man really did have a problem with wearing any type of clothing!

“Can you cover up just once?” Xander grumbled in his bed.

For the first time, I was a bit mad at Xander, he wanted to take away the sole good thing about my life in prison!

“Don’t mind me, Dantons! Look at your girlfriend on your wall, I’m stretching. It’s good for my health!”

Fernando was stretching indeed. Spreading his legs wide, lifting his arms in the air. Damn, I was hard again. He caught me looking at him.

“Wakey wakey, newbie, time for counting and then shower!”

He did not seem to mind that I was staring at his asshole, wide open by his yoga session. I pretended to be half asleep still, and turned around. I would have time to think about this stretched asshole later on, but right at that moment, I needed to calm down.

Guard Foster passed by our cell, he clicked on a small tool which looked like a lock, four times to count us. He did not make a single comment as Fernando was literally showing him his moon, reaching for his feet with his hands, bending over for the world to see.

I did exchange a quick look with the guard though. He smiled at me.

I liked Foster. Not because he was a hunk, (well not only because of that), but he did not seem like the other guards, he was not sarcastic or arrogant, he was just trying to do his job.

Fernando eventually put on some pair of briefs: “shower time.” He announced.

Xander jumped out from his bed.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Ralph said in a yawn:

“I’ll join you.”

“Suit yourself but go take a shower at some point, you stink man.” Xander said. He looked at me and pulled out my cover. “You too, buddy.”

“Oh well, mini-Tyler is awake this morning!” Fernando shouted.

My hard dick was poking out of my briefs. Shit!

“Relax, newbie, you’d be in a women prison if you did not have morning woods, now let’s go before it is too crowded there.” Xander said.

“I think I need a minute… to calm down.” I replied, embarrassed, pulling back my dick in my underwear.

“Come on, nobody cares, hurry!”

Fernando and Xander gathered their strength in an effort to pull me out of my bed. They were only wearing their briefs and heavily touching me as well as touching each other, which, as you can guess, did nothing to soften my erection.

It was right there that I realized there was a huge problem with my strategy of pretending to be straight.

How could I go through a communal shower, crowded with hot naked guys, without getting hard?!

Well, I would find out soon enough!

[To be continued]

 

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Kurtis in my mind: (without the tattoos)

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 2: New roommates (Part 2)

Xander used the metal ladder to climb on the top of the right bunk bed. I would sleep underneath him then. There were multiple pictures of a beautiful girl taped on his side of the wall, on one of them Xander was holding her in his arms. On the other side of the wall, Ralph’s side, there were pictures of girls too, but they were all naked, spreading their legs in most of the shots.

Ralph was apparently a big amateur of nudity art.

“First timer?” Ralph asked Xander, not looking at me.

“Yeah.”

The bodybuilder straightened up in his bed, which was dangerously shaking, and he evaluated me from head to toes. He then pronounced his verdict.

“That’s going to be a tough time for you, pretty boy.”

“Don’t scare him away.” Xander intervened, semi-laughing.

“Why you say that?” I asked, still standing awkwardly in front of his bed and his huge feet, focusing not to look at the big Latino cock resting right below me.

“Just a hunch.”

He then looked back at his phone. I was so stressed; my stomach was hurting.

I sat down in my new bed. That whole situation would certainly be uncomfortable (although, a bit arousing). Sitting there, I was directly facing Fernando, his eyes were fully closed now. I dared a look at his exposed genitals. In addition to his big cock, he got some huge balls, quite hairy too.

I could not believe it was acceptable for inmates to be in this state in the middle of the day. Our cell’s door was wide open and people were passing by, guards and inmates… Fernando was slowly caressing his dick in his sleep but I pretended not to be fascinated by it.

“You can use a phone in here?” I asked Ralph, trying to make some friendly small talk with my new roommates.

“Of course not, dummy! This is prison.” He said, still scrolling on his phone. That attempt of chit-chat did not go well.

Xander jumped back down, opened the curtain behind our beds and started peeing, not minding to leave it open. From where I was, I could not see his cock though.

*Fuck Tyler, why would you look at his cock anyway? In this prison, you are straight, and in real life, you are engaged!”

“Ralph is good with the guards so he can do pretty much what he wants, I’m more discreet when I use my phone. The hard part is to get it in but we always find a way.” Xander explained while he was pissing loudly in the toilet bowl.

“If you got caught with it and the guard is in a bad mood, he may seize it, either he will rat you out and you could even be sent to solitary or you may get a mention in your files” He finished pissing and put his dick back in his pants.

“Or he will just take the phone and steal it from you. If you complain about it, you’ll definitely get worse than a mention in your files.” Ralph completed.

I could very well see how guard Falcon would take the phone away and use it for his own interests.

“Seriously, the only thing I want is getting out of here as soon as possible so I’m not sure I would take any risk like that.”

“How much time do you have?” Ralph asked.

“16 months, or 10 if I can get out for good behaviour.”

“Drugs?”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “I mean, part of it.”

“You don’t look like a meth head.”

“I’m not.”

“You were one of the top dogs then?”

“Not really…” I looked for my words. “I was more of an intermediary.”

Ralph chuckled.

“You are really going to have a tough time in here, mate.”

Maybe I should have told him to fuck off, so he would understand that I did not intend to be messed up with. Probably, I should have. The words just could not get out of my mouth.

“Let’s go, newbie, I want to show you some other cool spots in your new mansion.”

Fernando snored loudly; he was fully asleep now, and he was semi-hard. His dick was now resting on his stomach, his dickhead was coming out from his foreskin.

“Ok. You’re the boss.” I said to Xander, pulling my eyes away from this yummy cock.

During our walk, my guide shared some banters with other inmates we would run into, he seemed to get along with pretty much everybody. I was glad to have him. Xander was still avoiding certain areas though, where “guys like us were not welcomed.” I got chills when he said that but I kept on moving.

“Here’s the main training room, champ.”

We got into a large indoor space with a dozen of gym equipment, two benches, and some cords. A guard, a tall black guy, was sitting at a table, looking around his arms crossed. Six guys, most of them were black, were using the materials, mostly doing bars lifting.

They were all shirtless and they were heavily sweating, pearls of sweat dripping from their foreheads to their chest, coming from their ass too. I could totally see one of the guy’s hairy and fat black asses through his white short. It looked like a porn scene was about to start. A gangbang maybe? I smiled to myself thinking of the “Toss my black salad” series that I was only too familiar with.

The guy wearing the almost translucent tiny white short was lifting some weights, grunting like a mad man. I could literally see his penis line when he turned around. He was circumcised.

He spoke between two moans:

“Yo…. Xander… What’s up?”

“Hi, Pope.”

The guard addressed us:

“Fresh meat joining you today, Dantons?”

“Yes, Tyler Braxton, first day here.” Xander answered the guard with a smile. “I’m showing him around.”

“Don’t look so frightened inmate, everybody is nice around here.” The guard said. I could not tell if he was mocking me or not.

“I’m not frightened.” I replied defensively, even though, the weak tone of my voice was saying overwise.

“Fuck!” It was one of the guys who was training. He could not lift his bar; his two mates were teasing him.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy now!”

The guy got up and slapped his mate’s ass.

“Fuck you, asshole!”

I was sure I was looking like a lost puppy dog to all of them.

“And right behind this door, this is the shower room for our district. We normally can only use the showers between 6 and 8am, water is almost always cold, but you can exceptionally ask to take a shower after a training if you have registered.” Xander explained. “Don’t worry, Pope here is going to wash his rotten armpits before getting back in the residential areas.”

I heard the guy nicknamed Pope laughed at Xander’s joke behind us: “Residential areas, you bet! More like the ghetto!”

Xander did not mind him and opened a door to show me the communal showers.

I entered. I just wanted to take a quick look.

And that’s when I saw him.

I had seen my fair share of hot guys that day, and I will admit, some of them did leave a strong impression on me. Guard Foster was yummy as fuck, Ralph the bodybuilder who was sharing my cell was a muscular God straight from an 80’s gay porn, that Pope guy was super-hot as well, but nothing had prepared me for Inmate Jensen.

There were 8 shower heads in a large communal space. I bet this place was crowded each morning. But at that moment, the first time I ever saw him, Kurtis Jensen was alone in the huge shower room.

Right in the middle, was standing one of the most handsome men I had ever seen in my life, presenting himself naked and wet for me.

I first saw him from behind, but already, he was perfect.

Tall, probably 6.2. feet, he had the proportions of a fitness male model, the type of guys with 300K followers on Instagram and shirtless pics all over the internet. His butt was hairy and glorious, two beautiful ass cheeks, a perfect peach that you can only dream to bite in. Under the bubble butt, his hairy thighs were quite muscular but not too big, above, his back was large but not like Ralph, more like the main role in a Hollywood action movie. His skin was of a light brown. Delicious.

He had a small tattoo on his neck but I could not identify what it was from where I stood. Maybe I should get closer? It had soap all over it.

The inmate was shampooing his very short dark hair. He did not know that Xander and I were there. I could have watched him caressing his scalp for hours… But Xander had to talk!

“Yo, Jensen!”

His hot and wet body still facing the other way, it was now glistening with soap and shampoo, the Adonis turned his head towards us.

The world stopped spinning when I stared at his eyes.

I know! I sound so fucking stupid! So naïve! But if I were smart when it comes to guys, you would know it by now and I would not have ended up in prison in the first place!

His eyes were a piercing blue, almost grey, he had a sharp jawline but big lips, beautiful lips, suckable lips. He smiled when he recognized Xander. I guessed they were buddies too.

“Yo, Dantons, showing off to the newbie the best asset of this prison?”

He flexed his arms in a cocky way, and then his glutes. I blushed.

Still smiling, he turned around completely to face us and his body was even better from the front. How could that gorgeous man be locked up in prison? He literally looked like a supermodel! A lot of those guys I had seen that day were missing some teeth, looked washed-up, tired, but not him, all his teeth were there, all white. He could have done a freaking advertising for toothpaste!

But let’s talk about the elephant in the room. A huge uncut and meaty cock, dripping with water under this shower. 5 inches, probably more, of a large piece of sausage and two big balls. A perfect meal! Above his junks, a black bush, all wet and soapy and then, going north, a trail of hair which were finding their ways through his abs. He did not have a perfect six pack but the abs were definitely there, ready to be caressed. His nipples were big. His pecs were tempting. You just needed to kiss them, lick them, bite them.

*Fuck, Tyler! Try to focus on something else!*

Jensen put his hands behind his head to rinse off his hair, he flexed his large biceps once again, his armpits were showing now. Hairy, raunchy, inviting. He must have known the effect the had on people!

Certainly, he wanted me to worship him. I had to crawl towards him and submit to my new lover. How could I resist this?!

I did not hear what Xander say next but when he said “let’s go”, I finally snapped back to reality and my new favourite Inmate, Kurtis Jensen, had turned around, to face the other way again. He was now soaping his ass but his huge dick was still well printed in my retina.

I was totally destabilized when I looked at Xander. My new roommate stared at me suspiciously. Only there I realized I had messed up.

Xander surely noticed that I had checked out this guy way more than what was acceptable for a “straight man”. Would he confront me about it? Would he tell someone? Shit!

[To be continued]

I don’t trust Xander to be honest. Could be wrong but I feel like he’s setting Tyler up

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 4: A teddy-bear and a spider web (Part 1)

A river of dicks, of all sizes, of all shapes, and of all colours. That’s all I could see as I was waiting for my turn to go take a shower in the crowded space.

One third of the prison, the entire District 2 to which I belonged, was supposed to shower between 6 and 8 am unless we would get some special authorizations to shower during the day. Most likely, if you would get there after 7am, the water would be freezing cold, before that, you would have a chance to enjoy a somewhat lukewarm shower.

This is why at 6:40 am, dozens of naked guys were scrambling to get to one of the eight shower heads available.

To say that there was no intimacy in there would be a euphemism. I had shared communal bathrooms during my time in college but there were stalls back then, and the place was welcoming ten, maybe twelve guys top, each morning.

In California State Prison, it was a whole-other story.

The shower heads were placed under the decrepit ceiling. You could regulate the pressure of the water, but you could not reach or budge the shower heads. There was no stall whatsoever but worse than this, or better than this - depending on your point of view -, you were most likely showering in front of an audience.

No walls, no curtains, nothing, the communal space was divided into three areas which were only separated by a few benches and lockers, there were the showers in the middle, the “drying off area” with some faucets behind, and the area near the entrance where everyone would gather, waiting for a shower head to be available.

Everything was out in the open. And I mean, “everything”!

When we got in with Xander and Fernando, passing through the gym space to get there, the door was wide open and a crowd of maybe fifteen guys were already waiting for their turns, all of them naked or semi naked.

Guard Falcon and Guard Davis were the only men dressed in there, supervising the operation from the sides and yelling at the guys who would spend too much time washing or drying themselves.

Before this little crowd, no less than nine guys were using the showers, as if they were presenting a stage show to the others. Two Asian guys were using the same shower head at the extreme right of the room. I was semi expecting a drag queen to come out and host the event while the hot showering guys would twerk for me!

To be fair, maybe I was the only one minding so much about seeing other guys in the nude. Most of the other inmates did not seem to give a single care. They were yawning or chatting lightly with each other while they were waiting.

Once a shower spot would open, they would take off their briefs and tank tops (if they were still wearing them), hoped in the shower quickly, and then dried themselves. The whole process was taking roughly five minutes for each inmate.

I definitely was not that cool about it, and as per usual, I was stressing myself out.

What if someone caught me staring? What if I got a hard on? What if they commented on my body while I was showering?

As soon as we entered the communal space, Fernando removed his white briefs even though we were basically all touching each other.

It was not a surprise: the guy did not seem capable of wearing any piece of clothing unless it was absolutely mandatory. He put a towel over his shoulder but let his big caramel dick hanging freely.

I was staying behind with Xander, both in our briefs. I was so nervous that I was no longer hard. That was for the best!

I vaguely recognized some faces from the day before but everything was still very new to me. Also, don’t you think that everyone kind of looks different in the nude?

Glenn, the ginger guy who was making tons of inappropriate comments at me the day before, was drying off and I caught a glimpse of his orange pubes and rather small cock. Pope was waiting for his turn, a towel around his waist, his thick black pubic hair poking out of it. He bump-fisted Fernando, Xander and I when we came in. Maybe I was part of their team now?

Judging by the guys who were showering, I had the living proof that black guys were generally well endowed, one of them was pissing in the drain (a drain that I was about to use!) and his dick looked like an actual eggplant. The guy next to him was clearly semi hard as he was soaping his dick. Was it normal for guys to get hard in there? He did not seem to worry about it.

But damn, I was not supposed to look! I tried to focus my attention on the other side of the room, but they were naked guys there as well! What was I supposed to do, stare at the ceiling?

I heard a few people gathering behind me, newcomers also waiting for their turns. I did not dare to look at them, I was like paralyzed being surrounded by so much testosterones. I had never been much of an athlete or a “locker room” kind of guy, this type of manly atmosphere was as traumatic as it was arousing for me.

I know, I would have to get used to it sooner or later if I were to survive prison.

I saw Pope putting his towel aside, revealing his big black cock and getting under the water. I got the confirmation of what I saw the day before at the gym, he was cut and he was (very) large. As much as I tried, I must say it was almost impossible not to glance at Pope’s huge muscular body under the shower. He was soaping his pecs, his armpits, and then the huge meat between his legs. The man looked delicious. His balls particularly caught my attention, they seemed full. Yummy!

I came back to earth when someone pushed me to pass before me in the sort of line we were forming. He was naked, his dick touched my thigh as he moved. A skinny white guy with long hair.

“Back off, Frenchy.” Xander said, defending me.

“What do you want, Dantons?” The guy snapped back in a strong French accent. He had lost a bunch of his teeth. The few remaining ones were a weird shade of yellow.

Xander did not back down:

“We were here before you, asshole.”

“Come on, your little friend did not seem to mind that I passed him. And look at him, he’s enjoying the view, he is checking my little French ass!”

To prove that I was staring at him, the guy nicknamed Frenchy kind of bent over his ass. Some of the other inmates giggled. Fuck! I certainly did not want to be involved in this.

“I’m not….” I started to explain but Xander cut me off.

“Look man, nobody wants to see your dirty ass, now get behind.”

“So, I could fuck you?”

Xander gave him the middle finger. I saw the two guards listening to what was going on but they did not budge.

“Or maybe I should fuck your new friend here, the little ass lurker.”

The tall slim guy grabbed my shoulders. He was not strong but I felt myself shrinking under him. Now that he was touching me, someone had to do something! I looked at Guard Falcon, he was watching the scene but did not think it was worth intervening. I hated this bald asshole.

“Don’t be a prick, Frenchy. It’s his second day.” Settled a deep voice behind us.

Frenchy let go of me instantly.

“Whatev…” He mumbled, moving back in the line to let me go before him.

I turned around to see who had spoken, and there he was, my hero!

Right behind me, Kurtis Jensen was defending my honour. Stark naked. His impressive body in full display. His large dick only a few inches away from my ass.

“Thanks.” I awkwardly said to Kurtis.

He was a few inches taller than me so I had a nice view of his hairy pits.

He did not respond.

“What’s up Kurt?” Xander asked, as if nothing had happened. “Didn’t you have a hearing or some shit?”

“It’s later this week.”

“Confident?”

“Confident that those bastards will find a way to keep me there a little longer.”

“Yeah… Well, good luck anyway.”

Xander took off his briefs while talking as he was ready to get into the shower. I got to see his fairly large uncut cock for the first time. Again, I thought that it looked rather appetizing. It was nothing compared to Kurtis’ cock though. He was the real star of the room.

Selfishly, I thought that it may be good if Jensen stayed in this prison a while longer. Especially, if he were to decide to come for my rescue – only wearing his birthday’s suit - often.

Before Xander could get under one of the shower head though, we all had to let someone else passing before us and this time nobody prevented it from happening.

Romano had arrived, still followed by his faithful Kim. The young Korean guy was entirely naked, walking behind his “Master”. All of the other inmates let them go first. Kurtis seemed pissed but he did not say a word. Frenchy was no longer playing smart, on the contrary, he was making himself very discreet, staring at his hairy feet in a corner.

The next part was the most surreal scene that I had witnessed thus far.

Romano was still wearing his tank top and his white briefs when he came in. Apparently, he could not undress himself, this was a task beneath his status. Kim knelt down before him and started to peel off his clothes while Pope was hurrying up to free the shower head that he was using.

How could all these tough guys be so terrified by one of the inmates?

Kim started by sliding down Romano’s underwear to reveal his uncut dick, maybe the only part of Romano’s body which was not entirely tattooed, he then got up to remove the top of his master, caressing his fit chest in the process. Neither Kim nor Romano had a single hair on their bodies, but as one looked like a high schooler, the other one was covered from head to toes with Christian related tattoos.

The guy literally looked like the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling. If I had not been scared that he would have killed me, maybe I would have told Romano that.

I was scared shitless so I did not say anything.

Romano got under the shower head right next to my cellmate Fernando – who was definitely avoiding looking at him – and Kim started to shampoo the hair of his boss. I looked around me. Nobody seemed surprised.

“Are they fucking serious?” I whispered to Xander.

“Shut up, mate. I told you, Kim is his bitch. That’s it.”

“And the guards are ok with that?”

“I can assure you that they would not be fine with this amount of touching if it were you and me, but neither of us are millionaires or in direct contact with the head of the Italian mafia. Unless there’s something you did not tell me?”

“No…”

Xander had made his point.

Kim was now washing the entire body of Romano with his bare hands. Sure, I would not have minded to take his place in theory, but the vibe was definitely weird. Romano put his arms behind his own head so his sub could take care of his smooth armpits. Even there, some strange roman scriptures were covering his skin.

I could not make up my mind about this really happening. I had not heard Romano say a single word since I got there but everyone was seemingly submitted to his will. Well, everyone and Kim in particular. Was this young hot guy really straight? He was now cleaning Romano’s schlong, scrubbing his balls. In complete indifference, the Italian Master’s cock was getting stiffed under the care of his sub.

How does an inmate get to take so much liberty and bossing everyone around, including the guards, in prison?

I was so mesmerized that I did not realize it was my time to go, I felt a push behind me. It was Kurtis.

“Newbie, your turn.” He whispered in my ear.

Just feeling his breathing on my skin gave me chills. I was really becoming a teenage girl around this man.

I realized that since he had pushed me, his magnificent dick must have been only an inch or so from my ass now. It was the perfect timing to take off my underwear. Maybe I would feel his cock on my bare skin. Getting red, I slid down my brief, although I did not feel anything touching my ass.

In retrospect, it was probably a good thing, how would have I reacted otherwise?

I moved on to the open shower head, being very self-aware that all the other convicts could see my naked body for the first time.

Romano was now really hard and Kim was kneeling down, still taking care of his cock. He did not even pretend he was cleaning it now; he was just furiously masturbating his Master. Would they dare to cum in this public space, in front of everyone else? Maybe that was his kink.

At this point, I crossed Romano’s eyes and he smiled at me. My heart skipped a bit. I smiled back like an idiot before turning around. This was getting too dangerous. Also, I was getting way too horny and I was fully exposed for the entire District 2 to see.

“Great ass, new guy!” Someone yelled behind me.

“Drop the soap!” Said another.

[Chapter 4 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 4: A teddy-bear and a spider web (Part 2)

I gave a general middle finger to the crowd; it seemed a normal way to communicate around there but I got scolded by Guard Falcon. Unbelievable!

Despite all the triggering things that were happening around me, I tried to calm down, to let the water wash away my anxiety. The water was indeed cold but I did not mind, I needed to clear my thoughts. I had been on the verge of a panic attack multiple times in the past 10 minutes alone.

I needed to forget that I was standing over the dirt of several guys who had just been there, probably pissing in the drain. I needed to forget that a fully tattooed convict was getting a helping hand from his submissive boy a few feet away from me. I needed to forget that my cellmates were in the nude nearby and that Kurtis Jensen’s magnificent dick was within my reach.

While I was rinsing, Kim had taken a spot under one of the shower heads next to mine and was washing himself on my right. I did not notice any remaining of cum on his hands, maybe Romano had not ejaculated after all. Kim’s body looked very good with the water running down his abs and smooth dick.

I wondered what he must have been thinking. Maybe, he was enjoying the protection that Romano was giving him, but at what cost? I did not look too much, Xander had warned me that any insistent look at Kim could make me Romano’s public enemy number 1. I certainly did not need that.

On the other side of me, Kurtis Jensen was scrubbing his inner ass with soap. I would have done a better job, I would have gone deeper in the crack, I would have used my tongue. The white soap was running down his hairy thighs.

Suddenly realizing that I was staring at another guy’s ass, I looked up and for the first time, I got a good view of his tattoo right between his shoulder and his neck. To my surprise, it was a teddy bear. A small teddy bear was lying on this Adonis’ body!

It was quite well drawn actually; the teddy bear was white with a pink bow around his belly. Did Kurtis lose a bet or something? Maybe I could ask him? He was friendly with Xander and he had defended me just minutes prior.

As I was feeling myself getting a semi, I thought it was time to turn off the water and I went to dry myself.

The towels were washed and replaced everyday but there were not enough towels for everyone. Consequently, I had to take one which was semi-wet, already used by another inmate. Frankly, I was just hoping it was not Glenn’s.

I could only be mad at myself though, Fernando had mentioned it before, getting a fresh towel was another advantage of coming in early.

Of course, Romano was not drying himself up, Kim was there to take care of that. Weirdly, I felt jealous. But I was not too sure of whom: was I envying Kim or Romano? Or was I just aching for human contact?

After the shower, I lost track of my cellmates and went to spend a few minutes in the toilets, right next to the gym area, where I had already gone the day before. I quickly realized that this toilet stall would be the only place where I would get the tiny bit of intimacy. It was becoming my safe place. Sad, I know.

As I sat down to breathe, I realized that I was literally shaking. I was so not cut out for prison. Surprising, right?

I was thinking about Romano. What if someone were to make me their bitch? I was terrified of the slightest confrontation. I would have to submit. Was I actually in danger locked-up in there? Or maybe I would like it, being some bad boy’s whore? I would not mind washing Kurtis’ armpits; I would gladly take care of his dick.

Less than 24 hours in there and I was already becoming insane.

I thought about what I would say to my patients, I would invite them to create a comfort zone in their minds when they were feeling nervous. I had worked on my comfort zone before getting incarcerated. I had already decided it would be represented by my older brother, Ryan.

The reason I had not chosen Griffin was pretty simple, I knew that if I were to pretend to be straight, I would have to get in a state of mind where I was not engaged to a handsome Irish boy. Thinking of Griffin too much was not good for me. Also, my older brother had always represented safety to me. We got more distant after a stupid thing that I did to him; you can read all about it in my story retelling my first year in college, but despite that, I knew that if I really needed him, he would always be there.

His stable life, family and job, his confidence, the way he would always remain calm and collected in all circumstances, that made him my safe place.

So there, in this dirty (and to be honest, stinky) toilets stall, I thought of Ryan. I thought I was in his arms; he was petting my hair. I thought that he was comforting me and telling me everything would be ok. It was working. I was feeling better.

Well, it was working until I heard someone, or rather some people, coming in the toilets.

I did not want anyone to know that I was there so I foolishly climbed on the toilets and sit down on a pipe behind it so my feet and ankles would not be visible in the 5 inches gap between the floor and the door. The intimacy in those stalls was all very relative.

Two guys were whispering.

They entered the stall next to mine, the both of them together. I could see their feet.

As I was semi-expected, one of them knelt down while the other one was standing up before him. No need to explain to you what happens next, but for the fun of it, I will share a few details.

“Come on fag, we don’t have all day”. The guy grunted as he slid down his trousers to his ankle, his brief was slid down too of course but I could not really see it, it was probably around this stranger’s calves.

I did not recognize the voice but the sounds that followed were unmistakable. He was receiving a very sloppy blowjob and the other guy seemed to know his way around a dick.

“Mmmmm, take it deep, faggot. Fuck! That’s right”

The other one was mostly silent except for some moaning and gagging sounds. I mean, his mouth was full so this was no surprise. He was apparently very much enjoying his time, I could not see his dick but the moves he was making did not leave much to the imagination, he was clearly jerking off his own cock as he was swallowing another man’s dick.

I would do the same. Rarely, I had blown a guy without jacking off at the same time.

I got hard under my pants, just hearing them playing with each other. I had repressed getting an erection since the moment I had been taken to the shower by my cellmates. Whether I wanted it or not, I was horny.

“Swallow those balls! Mmmm, yes take them all in. Sniff my big alpha dick at the same time, you love that, don’t you?”

More gagging sounds.

I love dominant guys and I was getting more and more aroused by the verbal action. I ended up getting my own dick out of my pants. Nobody knew I was there, my stall door was locked, and if someone were to come in the toilets, I would certainly not be the one in trouble when two guys were literally having oral sex in the stall next to mine!

The guy giving the head cummed first as I saw his semen being splashed on the floor.

“I’m ‘umming.” He mumbled awkwardly, the dick of the other inmate still firmly lodged in his mouth.

“Shut up fag. You’re not here to pleasure yourself.”

I heard a violent slap and more explicit gagging sounds. The guy was choking on the other one’s cock while more of his cum was being spread on the floor. He was not done with his orgasm yet.

“Sorry daddy”. The submissive said. This voice I had heard before but I was too excited myself to take the time to match it with the right person.

I was starting to precum a lot. I had always been like this. Griffin loved that about me, playing with my precum, swallowing my juice and kissing me with it, swapping cum in our respective mouths. One of his favourite moves was to take saliva or cum on his fingers and feed me with it. I felt like I was about to cum thinking about that.

I did not want to ejaculate though, not before that other guy.

He was getting close too.

“Go back on my balls, fag. And put that filthy tongue right between my ass. Yeah, lick my hole, you slut.”

Not having an asshole to eat, I licked some of my precum instead.

“I think it’s coming.” The dominant guy grunted. “You want Daddy’s cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, give me your alpha juice, please.”

“Beg me.”

“I’m begging you, Daddy, I need your cum in my throat.” I definitely knew that voice.

Then, some more chocking noise, the guy was fucking that throat hard. I heard a couple more slaps. Rough. My dick was throbbing in my hand.

“Fucking. Bitch. Swallow. My. Manly. Juice.”

We probably cummed at the same time. I released several volleys of cum against the wall in front of me, as the dominant guy was moaning: “oh yes, swallow it all, fuck, you’re good at this.”

The cocksucker spat some of the cum out his mouth. He did not manage to eat it all. Amateur, I thought, smiling to myself after my own orgasm.

My smile did not stay on my face for too long when I understood that my cum was dripping from the wall, falling onto the floor. I panicked. They could find out that I had been there the whole time!

I scooped some with my hands and instinctively put my own cum in my mouth to hide the evidence of my crime, but still, some of it was on the floor now, between the two stalls.

“Look at the mess you made, fag!”

Thankfully, the alpha guy was not talking to me.

The cocksucker was pushed against the floor by the other guy, his head was against the tiles under the guy’s sneakers. I saw him and then, he saw me, sitting awkwardly over the toilets’ seat, my dick out of my pants, dripping with warm cum.

My heart stopped.

It was Glenn, the ginger guy. He opened his eyes widely when he realized I was hidden in the other stall, but he did not say anything.

“LICK OFF YOUR MESS!” His partner barked.

Glenn obeyed and started to lick his own cum off the floor, mixed with the milk of the guy that he had just sucked, and yes, with mine. Glenn kissed and licked the dirty floor as a perfect submissive would. He winked at me in this small open space between the door and the floor.

I was utterly terrified that he had caught me but I did not move. What could I do?

“Thank you, Daddy.” Glenn said while looking at me from under the wall.

“Good boy.” Replied the other guy, moving his sneaker from his red hair, visibly unaware of the situation. I only saw his ankle but I noticed that he had a sort of spiderweb tattooed all over it.

Glenn smiled at me. A devilish smile as he had still cum all around his mouth. He licked it off.

The other guy walked over him, zipped back his pants, opened the door and I heard him leaving the bathroom a few seconds later.

It was only Glenn and I now. He left he stall but I stayed in mine. My heart beating fast. I just wanted him to leave as well.

He did not.

He talked to me through the door.

“Glad you enjoyed the show, newbie.”

I was trembling. He spoke again.

“Now, why don’t you open the door and let me lick the remaining hints of cum from your beautiful cock?”

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 4: A teddy-bear and a spider web (Part 1)

A river of dicks, of all sizes, of all shapes, and of all colours. That’s all I could see as I was waiting for my turn to go take a shower in the crowded space.

One third of the prison, the entire District 2 to which I belonged, was supposed to shower between 6 and 8 am unless we would get some special authorizations to shower during the day. Most likely, if you would get there after 7am, the water would be freezing cold, before that, you would have a chance to enjoy a somewhat lukewarm shower.

This is why at 6:40 am, dozens of naked guys were scrambling to get to one of the eight shower heads available.

To say that there was no intimacy in there would be a euphemism. I had shared communal bathrooms during my time in college but there were stalls back then, and the place was welcoming ten, maybe twelve guys top, each morning.

In California State Prison, it was a whole-other story.

The shower heads were placed under the decrepit ceiling. You could regulate the pressure of the water, but you could not reach or budge the shower heads. There was no stall whatsoever but worse than this, or better than this - depending on your point of view -, you were most likely showering in front of an audience.

No walls, no curtains, nothing, the communal space was divided into three areas which were only separated by a few benches and lockers, there were the showers in the middle, the “drying off area” with some faucets behind, and the area near the entrance where everyone would gather, waiting for a shower head to be available.

Everything was out in the open. And I mean, “everything”!

When we got in with Xander and Fernando, passing through the gym space to get there, the door was wide open and a crowd of maybe fifteen guys were already waiting for their turns, all of them naked or semi naked.

Guard Falcon and Guard Davis were the only men dressed in there, supervising the operation from the sides and yelling at the guys who would spend too much time washing or drying themselves.

Before this little crowd, no less than nine guys were using the showers, as if they were presenting a stage show to the others. Two Asian guys were using the same shower head at the extreme right of the room. I was semi expecting a drag queen to come out and host the event while the hot showering guys would twerk for me!

To be fair, maybe I was the only one minding so much about seeing other guys in the nude. Most of the other inmates did not seem to give a single care. They were yawning or chatting lightly with each other while they were waiting.

Once a shower spot would open, they would take off their briefs and tank tops (if they were still wearing them), hoped in the shower quickly, and then dried themselves. The whole process was taking roughly five minutes for each inmate.

I definitely was not that cool about it, and as per usual, I was stressing myself out.

What if someone caught me staring? What if I got a hard on? What if they commented on my body while I was showering?

As soon as we entered the communal space, Fernando removed his white briefs even though we were basically all touching each other.

It was not a surprise: the guy did not seem capable of wearing any piece of clothing unless it was absolutely mandatory. He put a towel over his shoulder but let his big caramel dick hanging freely.

I was staying behind with Xander, both in our briefs. I was so nervous that I was no longer hard. That was for the best!

I vaguely recognized some faces from the day before but everything was still very new to me. Also, don’t you think that everyone kind of looks different in the nude?

Glenn, the ginger guy who was making tons of inappropriate comments at me the day before, was drying off and I caught a glimpse of his orange pubes and rather small cock. Pope was waiting for his turn, a towel around his waist, his thick black pubic hair poking out of it. He bump-fisted Fernando, Xander and I when we came in. Maybe I was part of their team now?

Judging by the guys who were showering, I had the living proof that black guys were generally well endowed, one of them was pissing in the drain (a drain that I was about to use!) and his dick looked like an actual eggplant. The guy next to him was clearly semi hard as he was soaping his dick. Was it normal for guys to get hard in there? He did not seem to worry about it.

But damn, I was not supposed to look! I tried to focus my attention on the other side of the room, but they were naked guys there as well! What was I supposed to do, stare at the ceiling?

I heard a few people gathering behind me, newcomers also waiting for their turns. I did not dare to look at them, I was like paralyzed being surrounded by so much testosterones. I had never been much of an athlete or a “locker room” kind of guy, this type of manly atmosphere was as traumatic as it was arousing for me.

I know, I would have to get used to it sooner or later if I were to survive prison.

I saw Pope putting his towel aside, revealing his big black cock and getting under the water. I got the confirmation of what I saw the day before at the gym, he was cut and he was (very) large. As much as I tried, I must say it was almost impossible not to glance at Pope’s huge muscular body under the shower. He was soaping his pecs, his armpits, and then the huge meat between his legs. The man looked delicious. His balls particularly caught my attention, they seemed full. Yummy!

I came back to earth when someone pushed me to pass before me in the sort of line we were forming. He was naked, his dick touched my thigh as he moved. A skinny white guy with long hair.

“Back off, Frenchy.” Xander said, defending me.

“What do you want, Dantons?” The guy snapped back in a strong French accent. He had lost a bunch of his teeth. The few remaining ones were a weird shade of yellow.

Xander did not back down:

“We were here before you, asshole.”

“Come on, your little friend did not seem to mind that I passed him. And look at him, he’s enjoying the view, he is checking my little French ass!”

To prove that I was staring at him, the guy nicknamed Frenchy kind of bent over his ass. Some of the other inmates giggled. Fuck! I certainly did not want to be involved in this.

“I’m not….” I started to explain but Xander cut me off.

“Look man, nobody wants to see your dirty ass, now get behind.”

“So, I could fuck you?”

Xander gave him the middle finger. I saw the two guards listening to what was going on but they did not budge.

“Or maybe I should fuck your new friend here, the little ass lurker.”

The tall slim guy grabbed my shoulders. He was not strong but I felt myself shrinking under him. Now that he was touching me, someone had to do something! I looked at Guard Falcon, he was watching the scene but did not think it was worth intervening. I hated this bald asshole.

“Don’t be a prick, Frenchy. It’s his second day.” Settled a deep voice behind us.

Frenchy let go of me instantly.

“Whatev…” He mumbled, moving back in the line to let me go before him.

I turned around to see who had spoken, and there he was, my hero!

Right behind me, Kurtis Jensen was defending my honour. Stark naked. His impressive body in full display. His large dick only a few inches away from my ass.

“Thanks.” I awkwardly said to Kurtis.

He was a few inches taller than me so I had a nice view of his hairy pits.

He did not respond.

“What’s up Kurt?” Xander asked, as if nothing had happened. “Didn’t you have a hearing or some shit?”

“It’s later this week.”

“Confident?”

“Confident that those bastards will find a way to keep me there a little longer.”

“Yeah… Well, good luck anyway.”

Xander took off his briefs while talking as he was ready to get into the shower. I got to see his fairly large uncut cock for the first time. Again, I thought that it looked rather appetizing. It was nothing compared to Kurtis’ cock though. He was the real star of the room.

Selfishly, I thought that it may be good if Jensen stayed in this prison a while longer. Especially, if he were to decide to come for my rescue – only wearing his birthday’s suit - often.

Before Xander could get under one of the shower head though, we all had to let someone else passing before us and this time nobody prevented it from happening.

Romano had arrived, still followed by his faithful Kim. The young Korean guy was entirely naked, walking behind his “Master”. All of the other inmates let them go first. Kurtis seemed pissed but he did not say a word. Frenchy was no longer playing smart, on the contrary, he was making himself very discreet, staring at his hairy feet in a corner.

The next part was the most surreal scene that I had witnessed thus far.

Romano was still wearing his tank top and his white briefs when he came in. Apparently, he could not undress himself, this was a task beneath his status. Kim knelt down before him and started to peel off his clothes while Pope was hurrying up to free the shower head that he was using.

How could all these tough guys be so terrified by one of the inmates?

Kim started by sliding down Romano’s underwear to reveal his uncut dick, maybe the only part of Romano’s body which was not entirely tattooed, he then got up to remove the top of his master, caressing his fit chest in the process. Neither Kim nor Romano had a single hair on their bodies, but as one looked like a high schooler, the other one was covered from head to toes with Christian related tattoos.

The guy literally looked like the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling. If I had not been scared that he would have killed me, maybe I would have told Romano that.

I was scared shitless so I did not say anything.

Romano got under the shower head right next to my cellmate Fernando – who was definitely avoiding looking at him – and Kim started to shampoo the hair of his boss. I looked around me. Nobody seemed surprised.

“Are they fucking serious?” I whispered to Xander.

“Shut up, mate. I told you, Kim is his bitch. That’s it.”

“And the guards are ok with that?”

“I can assure you that they would not be fine with this amount of touching if it were you and me, but neither of us are millionaires or in direct contact with the head of the Italian mafia. Unless there’s something you did not tell me?”

“No…”

Xander had made his point.

Kim was now washing the entire body of Romano with his bare hands. Sure, I would not have minded to take his place in theory, but the vibe was definitely weird. Romano put his arms behind his own head so his sub could take care of his smooth armpits. Even there, some strange roman scriptures were covering his skin.

I could not make up my mind about this really happening. I had not heard Romano say a single word since I got there but everyone was seemingly submitted to his will. Well, everyone and Kim in particular. Was this young hot guy really straight? He was now cleaning Romano’s schlong, scrubbing his balls. In complete indifference, the Italian Master’s cock was getting stiffed under the care of his sub.

How does an inmate get to take so much liberty and bossing everyone around, including the guards, in prison?

I was so mesmerized that I did not realize it was my time to go, I felt a push behind me. It was Kurtis.

“Newbie, your turn.” He whispered in my ear.

Just feeling his breathing on my skin gave me chills. I was really becoming a teenage girl around this man.

I realized that since he had pushed me, his magnificent dick must have been only an inch or so from my ass now. It was the perfect timing to take off my underwear. Maybe I would feel his cock on my bare skin. Getting red, I slid down my brief, although I did not feel anything touching my ass.

In retrospect, it was probably a good thing, how would have I reacted otherwise?

I moved on to the open shower head, being very self-aware that all the other convicts could see my naked body for the first time.

Romano was now really hard and Kim was kneeling down, still taking care of his cock. He did not even pretend he was cleaning it now; he was just furiously masturbating his Master. Would they dare to cum in this public space, in front of everyone else? Maybe that was his kink.

At this point, I crossed Romano’s eyes and he smiled at me. My heart skipped a bit. I smiled back like an idiot before turning around. This was getting too dangerous. Also, I was getting way too horny and I was fully exposed for the entire District 2 to see.

“Great ass, new guy!” Someone yelled behind me.

“Drop the soap!” Said another.

[Chapter 4 continues below]

I have to be honest at this point Tyler deserves what he gets. He’s being way to stupid the situation he’s in doesn’t call for his usual perverted behaviour unless he wants to be raped on a regular basis why is he talking and now looking at romano even the guards don’t mess with him but Tyler thought yeah I’ll look in his eyes kmt idiot

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 4: A teddy-bear and a spider web (Part 2)

I gave a general middle finger to the crowd; it seemed a normal way to communicate around there but I got scolded by Guard Falcon. Unbelievable!

Despite all the triggering things that were happening around me, I tried to calm down, to let the water wash away my anxiety. The water was indeed cold but I did not mind, I needed to clear my thoughts. I had been on the verge of a panic attack multiple times in the past 10 minutes alone.

I needed to forget that I was standing over the dirt of several guys who had just been there, probably pissing in the drain. I needed to forget that a fully tattooed convict was getting a helping hand from his submissive boy a few feet away from me. I needed to forget that my cellmates were in the nude nearby and that Kurtis Jensen’s magnificent dick was within my reach.

While I was rinsing, Kim had taken a spot under one of the shower heads next to mine and was washing himself on my right. I did not notice any remaining of cum on his hands, maybe Romano had not ejaculated after all. Kim’s body looked very good with the water running down his abs and smooth dick.

I wondered what he must have been thinking. Maybe, he was enjoying the protection that Romano was giving him, but at what cost? I did not look too much, Xander had warned me that any insistent look at Kim could make me Romano’s public enemy number 1. I certainly did not need that.

On the other side of me, Kurtis Jensen was scrubbing his inner ass with soap. I would have done a better job, I would have gone deeper in the crack, I would have used my tongue. The white soap was running down his hairy thighs.

Suddenly realizing that I was staring at another guy’s ass, I looked up and for the first time, I got a good view of his tattoo right between his shoulder and his neck. To my surprise, it was a teddy bear. A small teddy bear was lying on this Adonis’ body!

It was quite well drawn actually; the teddy bear was white with a pink bow around his belly. Did Kurtis lose a bet or something? Maybe I could ask him? He was friendly with Xander and he had defended me just minutes prior.

As I was feeling myself getting a semi, I thought it was time to turn off the water and I went to dry myself.

The towels were washed and replaced everyday but there were not enough towels for everyone. Consequently, I had to take one which was semi-wet, already used by another inmate. Frankly, I was just hoping it was not Glenn’s.

I could only be mad at myself though, Fernando had mentioned it before, getting a fresh towel was another advantage of coming in early.

Of course, Romano was not drying himself up, Kim was there to take care of that. Weirdly, I felt jealous. But I was not too sure of whom: was I envying Kim or Romano? Or was I just aching for human contact?

After the shower, I lost track of my cellmates and went to spend a few minutes in the toilets, right next to the gym area, where I had already gone the day before. I quickly realized that this toilet stall would be the only place where I would get the tiny bit of intimacy. It was becoming my safe place. Sad, I know.

As I sat down to breathe, I realized that I was literally shaking. I was so not cut out for prison. Surprising, right?

I was thinking about Romano. What if someone were to make me their bitch? I was terrified of the slightest confrontation. I would have to submit. Was I actually in danger locked-up in there? Or maybe I would like it, being some bad boy’s whore? I would not mind washing Kurtis’ armpits; I would gladly take care of his dick.

Less than 24 hours in there and I was already becoming insane.

I thought about what I would say to my patients, I would invite them to create a comfort zone in their minds when they were feeling nervous. I had worked on my comfort zone before getting incarcerated. I had already decided it would be represented by my older brother, Ryan.

The reason I had not chosen Griffin was pretty simple, I knew that if I were to pretend to be straight, I would have to get in a state of mind where I was not engaged to a handsome Irish boy. Thinking of Griffin too much was not good for me. Also, my older brother had always represented safety to me. We got more distant after a stupid thing that I did to him; you can read all about it in my story retelling my first year in college, but despite that, I knew that if I really needed him, he would always be there.

His stable life, family and job, his confidence, the way he would always remain calm and collected in all circumstances, that made him my safe place.

So there, in this dirty (and to be honest, stinky) toilets stall, I thought of Ryan. I thought I was in his arms; he was petting my hair. I thought that he was comforting me and telling me everything would be ok. It was working. I was feeling better.

Well, it was working until I heard someone, or rather some people, coming in the toilets.

I did not want anyone to know that I was there so I foolishly climbed on the toilets and sit down on a pipe behind it so my feet and ankles would not be visible in the 5 inches gap between the floor and the door. The intimacy in those stalls was all very relative.

Two guys were whispering.

They entered the stall next to mine, the both of them together. I could see their feet.

As I was semi-expected, one of them knelt down while the other one was standing up before him. No need to explain to you what happens next, but for the fun of it, I will share a few details.

“Come on fag, we don’t have all day”. The guy grunted as he slid down his trousers to his ankle, his brief was slid down too of course but I could not really see it, it was probably around this stranger’s calves.

I did not recognize the voice but the sounds that followed were unmistakable. He was receiving a very sloppy blowjob and the other guy seemed to know his way around a dick.

“Mmmmm, take it deep, faggot. Fuck! That’s right”

The other one was mostly silent except for some moaning and gagging sounds. I mean, his mouth was full so this was no surprise. He was apparently very much enjoying his time, I could not see his dick but the moves he was making did not leave much to the imagination, he was clearly jerking off his own cock as he was swallowing another man’s dick.

I would do the same. Rarely, I had blown a guy without jacking off at the same time.

I got hard under my pants, just hearing them playing with each other. I had repressed getting an erection since the moment I had been taken to the shower by my cellmates. Whether I wanted it or not, I was horny.

“Swallow those balls! Mmmm, yes take them all in. Sniff my big alpha dick at the same time, you love that, don’t you?”

More gagging sounds.

I love dominant guys and I was getting more and more aroused by the verbal action. I ended up getting my own dick out of my pants. Nobody knew I was there, my stall door was locked, and if someone were to come in the toilets, I would certainly not be the one in trouble when two guys were literally having oral sex in the stall next to mine!

The guy giving the head cummed first as I saw his semen being splashed on the floor.

“I’m ‘umming.” He mumbled awkwardly, the dick of the other inmate still firmly lodged in his mouth.

“Shut up fag. You’re not here to pleasure yourself.”

I heard a violent slap and more explicit gagging sounds. The guy was choking on the other one’s cock while more of his cum was being spread on the floor. He was not done with his orgasm yet.

“Sorry daddy”. The submissive said. This voice I had heard before but I was too excited myself to take the time to match it with the right person.

I was starting to precum a lot. I had always been like this. Griffin loved that about me, playing with my precum, swallowing my juice and kissing me with it, swapping cum in our respective mouths. One of his favourite moves was to take saliva or cum on his fingers and feed me with it. I felt like I was about to cum thinking about that.

I did not want to ejaculate though, not before that other guy.

He was getting close too.

“Go back on my balls, fag. And put that filthy tongue right between my ass. Yeah, lick my hole, you slut.”

Not having an asshole to eat, I licked some of my precum instead.

“I think it’s coming.” The dominant guy grunted. “You want Daddy’s cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, give me your alpha juice, please.”

“Beg me.”

“I’m begging you, Daddy, I need your cum in my throat.” I definitely knew that voice.

Then, some more chocking noise, the guy was fucking that throat hard. I heard a couple more slaps. Rough. My dick was throbbing in my hand.

“Fucking. Bitch. Swallow. My. Manly. Juice.”

We probably cummed at the same time. I released several volleys of cum against the wall in front of me, as the dominant guy was moaning: “oh yes, swallow it all, fuck, you’re good at this.”

The cocksucker spat some of the cum out his mouth. He did not manage to eat it all. Amateur, I thought, smiling to myself after my own orgasm.

My smile did not stay on my face for too long when I understood that my cum was dripping from the wall, falling onto the floor. I panicked. They could find out that I had been there the whole time!

I scooped some with my hands and instinctively put my own cum in my mouth to hide the evidence of my crime, but still, some of it was on the floor now, between the two stalls.

“Look at the mess you made, fag!”

Thankfully, the alpha guy was not talking to me.

The cocksucker was pushed against the floor by the other guy, his head was against the tiles under the guy’s sneakers. I saw him and then, he saw me, sitting awkwardly over the toilets’ seat, my dick out of my pants, dripping with warm cum.

My heart stopped.

It was Glenn, the ginger guy. He opened his eyes widely when he realized I was hidden in the other stall, but he did not say anything.

“LICK OFF YOUR MESS!” His partner barked.

Glenn obeyed and started to lick his own cum off the floor, mixed with the milk of the guy that he had just sucked, and yes, with mine. Glenn kissed and licked the dirty floor as a perfect submissive would. He winked at me in this small open space between the door and the floor.

I was utterly terrified that he had caught me but I did not move. What could I do?

“Thank you, Daddy.” Glenn said while looking at me from under the wall.

“Good boy.” Replied the other guy, moving his sneaker from his red hair, visibly unaware of the situation. I only saw his ankle but I noticed that he had a sort of spiderweb tattooed all over it.

Glenn smiled at me. A devilish smile as he had still cum all around his mouth. He licked it off.

The other guy walked over him, zipped back his pants, opened the door and I heard him leaving the bathroom a few seconds later.

It was only Glenn and I now. He left he stall but I stayed in mine. My heart beating fast. I just wanted him to leave as well.

He did not.

He talked to me through the door.

“Glad you enjoyed the show, newbie.”

I was trembling. He spoke again.

“Now, why don’t you open the door and let me lick the remaining hints of cum from your beautiful cock?”

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What an idiot, whatever happens to him from here I won’t feel sorry for him. Tyler decided to jerk off is he stupid or crazy then he gets scared when he gets caught unmmm he shouldn’t have done it then.

Glenn is the wrong person to catch him to, Glenn has made it known he does what he needs to do to survive so he has nothing to lose.

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 5: Dirty laundry (Part 1)

“Now, why don’t you open the door and let me lick the remaining hints of cum from your beautiful cock?”

I was like paralyzed in my toilet stall. I had just cummed and was no longer horny, the proposal of Glenn was not attractive to me, at all. I just wanted him gone.

It was only day 2 and my well-thought-out plan before getting locked up was already going south. I was supposed to be a straight male, to go through my 10 to 16 months in prison keeping a low profile and get out of there, no drama. And now, a creepy guy had just caught me masturbating in a toilet stall.

Wait… I was the creepy guy!

“Come on, new boy, I’m still hungry!” Glenn insisted on the other side of the door.

Maybe if I did not make any move, he would think this had all been just an hallucination, that I had never been there.

Remaining as quiet as possible, I put my dick back in my pants. I licked the remaining cum on my fingers (old habits, you know). I wondered if I should get out and confront Glenn. He was just sucking another guy after all; it was worse than what I did. No?

I heard the main door of the bathroom opening, I was relieved for a few seconds, thinking Glenn was gone. I was wrong.

“What are you doing, Ginger?” That was the voice of Ralph, my bodybuilder cellmate.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I just took a shit.”

From what I could tell, Ralph was now using the urinal.

“Take your fag eyes away from my cock, Ginger.”

“I’ve seen more interesting ones than your little willie. I’ve had a good look at a very nice model very recently.”

Little willie was definitely not the most accurate definition of Ralph’s cock, I thought, reminiscing the huge tool that I had witnessed during the previous night in our cell.

“Good for you, man, we’ll see what you’ll think about my cock when you’ll have it deep in your ass.”

“If you say so.”

Glenn left the bathroom while Ralph was mumbling “prick” over the sound of him pissing. Crisis averted? I was not too sure.

I could not tell why Glenn did not rat me out. My main guess was that he would have then been forced to admit having sucked another guy. Although it was not really a secret that Glenn was gay, or at least, that he could engage in gay sex, (two different things in prison), maybe the other inmate with the spider web tattoo on his ankle wanted to be more discreet about it.

The other possibility was that Glenn was not such an asshole after all and that he did not want to get me in trouble with my cellmate. This was less plausible but either way, I was glad.

Although sex was the main topic of conversation among inmates and there were constant references made to male-on-male action, most of them remain homophobic and I was not sure that Ralph would be too happy knowing that he was sharing his cell with a man actually engaged to another man.

I realized that in this place, getting blown by a guy or fucking him in the ass to get a “quick release” was tolerable, but being actually gay in real life, was not acceptable. Kind of ridiculous if you want my opinion.

You can have your dick deep into another man’s ass but if you shout “no homo” loud enough and call him a fag, that’s not gay. Toxic masculinity is thriving in prison. Who would have thought?

I waited a few more minutes after Ralph had left the toilets to finally get out of the bathroom.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, I got to have my first breakfast and lunch in prison (both tasted awful) and to enjoy (maybe enjoy is a strong word) a couple of hours outside.

Some of the guys were playing sports, mostly basketball or soccer. I sat alone on a bench and watched them play. At least, I was enjoying the view. I tried not to fixate on one player in particular and pretended that I was actually interested in the games, but as you can guess, I was mainly watching these guys’ butts and bulges enhanced in their tiny shorts.

Most of them were shirtless and already sweating a lot. Every time they would bump into each over, my dick would react a little in my pants. Friendly slaps on the ass or on the chest were common practices. Boys will be boys.

Xander was playing soccer and he was fairly good at it. He really made me think about those guys that I would admire so much when I was younger. You know the type. Athletic straight guys, curly hair, cute face, who could go through life carefree – at least, that’s what I thought -, always smiling, thinking only about sports and having fun with their mates.

Xander was 26 at the time I was incarcerated and had his whole life before him, I knew he missed his girlfriend dearly and from what I had seen, she looked like the sweet girl next door. She had been waiting for him for two years at this point.

I wondered how he ended up in prison. He did not look addicted to drugs or anything, he seemed educated. Sure, he was standing up for himself and was not one to be messed with but he was generally friendly with anyone and most of the inmates seemed to respect him, or even, enjoy him. I was too!

Kurtis Jensen was on the basketball field, or rather on what had been turned into a basketball field. Seeing him playing this sport was not a surprise given his size. He was playing against Pope and was dominating him. Both were shitless and they would often grab each other, going further than what a referee would have considered acceptable in a normal match. They were providing great entertainment.

I smiled watching the teddy bear on Kurtis’ neck being drowned in pearls of sweats.

“Having a nice time, inmate 328?”

I recognized his voice instantly. Guard Falcon. He had snuck up right behind me.

“I hope I’m not bothering you, Braxton.”

He moved slightly towards me until his crotch touched the back of my neck. I got chills.

I had almost forgotten about him.

“What do you want?” I asked, drily.

He went down a bit, so he could whisper in my ear.

“Just making sure our new inmate feels comfortable in his new home.”

I swallowed my saliva.

“I am fine. Thank you.”

“Such a polite boy.”

I felt his bulge rubbing against my neck. He was hard. I wanted to scream but he let go of me after patting my hair. He then walked towards the other side of the court yard.

I made a promise to myself. Right there, confronting this guard or lodging a complaint against him would surely only make my situation worse. He had all the power to make my life miserable and my words would not be taken seriously against his. But once I would get out of there, I would make sure to denounce his behaviour to the appropriate authorities.

Considering what would happen later on that year, I would actually never have to, but we will get there.

At dinner, another incident happened. Two guys started a fight, an actual fight this time. One guy punched another one in the nose, and the inmate defended himself by biting his opponent. It was really shocking, not only for me, but Ralph and Xander were very stressed out too.

A siren went off and we all were forced to go on the floor, lying down.

“If you don’t, they are legally allowed to shoot you.” Xander yelled while pulling me on the floor with him.

I did not even know that the guards were carrying guns until this point, but some of the most senior guards were allowed to. This did not reassure me. I looked at Guard Falcon, his bald face, his broad shoulders, thinking that he was carrying a gun, he was even more terrifying than before.

The two fighters were immediately sent into solitary confinement. Foster was quite impressive handling one of them, firmly.

I also met Ray Kennedy that evening, he was an older guy, around 45, who had been released from solitary that morning. He was really hot if you are into the Daddy type. At least, I found him hot, but I did tend to have a crush on every man I was meeting so I am not sure my opinion really matters in this department. I also had a feeling that I knew him for somewhere else but for the life of me, I could not put my finger on it.

Ray was married and he had an 18 years old son that he was talking about a lot, he was afraid that his boy would make the same mistakes that he did. He could not stop praising his wife, Sabrina, and he apprehended telling her that he would not be able to attend the parlour for the next few weeks because of his behaviour.

The reasons why Ray got sent into the solitary before my arrival in prison were not very clear but he seemed sufficiently traumatized by his 24 hours spent in there to convince me that I would do everything to avoid living the same experience.

I was even more worried about ever getting a note on my file, preventing me from obtaining my early release.

That second night, we played belote again with the guys, and before that, I was allowed to one phone call.

I called my “roommate” (according to the official papers that I had given to the prison), Griffin.

“Tyler, are you ok?”

He asked as soon as he picked up the phone. I could tell that he was nervous.

“Hi Griffin, I’m fine. It’s all very weird but I’m fine.”

“I’m so glad to hear your voice, I was worrying so much. I’m sorry, maybe it’s not what you want to hear. I’m just glad you seem ok.”

“I am. I mean, it’s tough. The lack of intimacy is kind of hard to get used to.”

“How are the other inmates?”

“They’re ok.”

He remained silent for a few seconds. He knew that I was not telling the whole truth but he also knew that there was no need to push me. He got me like that.

“Well, we are all thinking about you here.”

“Is everyone ok? Did you have my parents on the phone?”

“No, but Ryan called this morning. He’ll be the one coming to see you on Saturday, I’ll come the week after that.”

I almost broke down in tears thinking of seeing them again. I had not realized I missed them so much already. But I tried to keep up the appearances during the call, I did not want to worry Griffin any further.

“Ok, great. I… I really want to see you guys.” I managed to say.

“We really want to see you too. What do you do during the days?”

“Not much… Well, starting tomorrow, I’ll work. I’ll be doing the laundry for my district.”

He laughed.

“Damn! It will be the first time in your life you’re doing laundry, babe.”

My heart melted when he said babe, but instantly, I looked around to check if no one was listening.

“Don’t call me that.” I said, harshly. I regretted my tone instantly and I corrected myself: “I mean, even if I like it.”

“Sorry, Ty.”

There was an awkward silence again.

“And fuck off Griffin, I’ve been doing laundry way before I ever met you and at our place, I’m doing pretty much all of the chores except for this one!” I said in a lighter tone.

He laughed again. That felt good.

“By the way, your friend from College, Austin, called me.”

“Oh, really?” I was suddenly flustered.

“He said you called him yesterday.”

Shit. Would Griffin find that weird?

“Yeah, I tried to reach Ryan and to reach you, but for some reasons, it would not work.” I lied. I am not even sure why. “So, I called Austin. I did not want to waste my phone call and I had not gathered the courage to tell him I was locked up in here yet.”

“I can tell you the guy was surprised by the news! But he seemed nice. He was concerned about you, you know. He asked me if he could do anything to help you out. He said that he will come visit you whenever this is possible.”

This felt so nice to hear. So surreal also, to know that Griffin and Austin were talking about me, would see each other, and I was stuck there.

“Austin is a great guy. I’m sure you’ll get along. How is your mom?”

Giving Griffin the opportunity to talk about his mom ensures me long minutes of monologue where I could escape the prison’s drama and know all about the conflicts between Brianna and her neighbours.

After this phone call, I spent the evening with my cellmates, Pope and Ray Kennedy joined us and I went to bed on my very uncomfortable mattress.

Ralph did not masturbate that night but Fernando was still sleeping in the nude, on top of his covers. His dick was hard that night, I saw it twitching a couple of times while Fernando was snoring.

I did not cry myself to sleep, I guess this was a progress.

The next day, I still apprehended the communal showers. There was some tension in the air following the cafeteria fight and more guards were there to control the situation. I did not see Romano or Kim that day. To my disappointment, I did not run into Kurtis Jensen either.

There was still enough eye candy for me to be destabilized and once again, I had to fight not to get a hard on. Especially Xander and his cute bubble butt which was growing on me.

I considered that it would be smart for me to jerk off and cum during the nights to avoid any surprise erection in the morning. Others inmates did not seem to mind as much, that day, Pope’s huge piece of meat was fully hard in the shower and he was showing off proudly. My expert eyes would say at least 8 inches of black sausage.

I ran into Glenn a couple of times but he never made any comment or allusion to our meeting in the bathroom. I did not feel great about him having this information and potential leverage over me, but I had more pressing concerns to take care of.

First of which came when I found out who would be my “co-worker” at my new job.

[Chapter 5 continues below]