My First Year in Prison (Erotic gay drama)

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 10: Big Pepe’s pride (Part 1)

To celebrate my first month in prison, I had a great surprise: pizza for dinner!

It was cold and tasted rough, but eh, it was better than the weird mashed potatoes we almost had at every meal. We were even authorized to drink some fresh coke with it. A real treat!

Of course, pizza night had nothing to do with me being locked up for a whole month, it was just a happy coincidence, but you have to learn to appreciate the small victories.

That day, Griffin had visited me for the third time since I got locked up and it had left a bittersweet impression on me. He was smart to come on his own so Austin would not steal his thunder this time. He looked handsome in a navy-blue shirt and I did enjoy his company. Still, it had not gone great.

Besides us, Ray was fighting with his 18 years old son, scolding him with the help of his wife, Sabrina. Apparently, the young Trevor had been kicked from his highschool once again and Ray was losing it.

When Griffin asked me: “How do you manage to live with these people?” I felt incredibly hurt. How could he not see that I was one of them? Ray had actually become quite a good friend of mine, well, a prison friend at least.

The lack of intimacy was also starting to hit us hard. Although we reassured each other, saying that a full month had already gone by, both of us were fully aware that the end of the tunnel was still far away, nine months at least and only if I managed to obtain an early release. So long before I could kiss him again!

The rest of the day, all I could think about was my relationship with Griffin and I began to fear that I might actually lose him over this. The worst part was that I could not talk about this to anyone. I would have loved to confide myself in Xander, he was in a somewhat happy relationship with Mindy despite being locked up. However, by pretending that I was straight when I came in, I had made my bed and now, I had to lay in it.

Anyway, I ate my semi-cold pizza with the whole gang and tried to have a good time. My cellmates Xander, Ralph, and Fernando, our training buddy Pope, Daddy Ray and -the annoying- Glenn sang me a remixed and dirtier version of Happy Birthday, to celebrate my “monthversery” in prison.

The lyrics included some phrases about me being a rocky no more, or learning how to punch a meth head in the face. Kurtis joined in on the song. They all joked about my fight with Frenchy and at this point, I could laugh about it too.

Glenn offered me a blowjob to top the celebration which I gently declined. Those kinds of comments were just passing above my head now.

Things were not easy though.

In the following days, the heatwave was still going strong and as the weeks went by, it became more and more difficult to cope with it.

Southern California was undergoing a drought and the prison had been asked to made considerable efforts to preserve water and energy. As a consequence, we were restricted on the use of the laundry machines, meaning I would work less but also that all of us would live in sweaty clothes 24/7, or, and this was the preferred option for most inmates, no clothe at all.

It had been 16 days since the heatwave had started and pretty much everyone was wandering around in only their boxer briefs. Fernando, of course, was usually naked.

The tension was building up between the exhausted inmates, especially when it became clear that some were benefiting from certain perks. Romano, for instance, could disappear for several hours a day with his bitch boy Kim to enjoy air conditioning somewhere else in the facilities. Falcon would come get them and they would only come back at the end of the day, when the air was a bit more breathable.

At one point, a group of Latino guys confronted Romano about this and it turned out to be the biggest fight I had witnessed thus far. A Latino was attacked with a razor by one of Romano’s goons, another Italian guy named Bianchi, and had to be sent to an hospital. No one should mess with Romano and he was determined to make this point clear.

During one of the fights in the cafeteria, the alarm went on and Falcon held his gun out. I was terrified, lying down against the floor. Fortunately, the group of Latino guys and their leader, a tall muscular guy nicknamed Big Pepe – the guy was massive, a Latin version of Ralph if you will -, ended up backing off.

Once Romano had considered that the Latinos had been sufficiently punished, things went back pretty much to normal. Or so I thought.

Not that “normal” was great either but it was better than seeing actual blood fights in the morning showers. Some of those guys had nothing to lose and everyone was on edge.

A bunch of inmates were sent into solitary confinement after those incidents, - not Romano though, still very protected by the administration - but solitary did not last much, the temperature was so hot down there that their lives were actually in danger.

Romano and his crew were not the only ones to be granted some advantages though. Ralph had gotten us a small fan for our cell. How? I had no idea! Just like the phone he was somehow authorized to use, some things remained a mystery. But we were all smart enough to keep quiet about it and we enjoyed the very welcomed breeze only at night.

Once or twice, I considered going to the warden office and servicing his dick just to enjoy the air conditioning. But I had not fallen that low, not just yet.

In an attempt to mend my relationship with Griffin and to stir myself in the right direction, I also tried to distance myself from Kurtis. I mean that I tried to check his ass and bulge less often but to be honest, this was not going very well. The hunk was more and more comfortable around me and that was not helping me fight my attraction for him!

Once, he threw away his tank top in a machine as soon as he came in the laundry room where I was already folding some t-shirts. He did not stop there; he also removed his pants and socks in a single move to reveal his underwear.

I tried not to look. I swear that I tried. But how could I not?

He was just wearing a pair of tight white panties, not even boxer briefs, half of his ass was coming out of the fabric, the bulge on the front was simply indecent and his inner thighs and pubic hair were calling for my attention! Not to mention a clear, big, juicy visible penis line. Was he about to spend this afternoon like this?

Spoiler alert: He actually was!

Needless to say that I spent the whole four hours hard as a rock, trying but not managing to hide my state of arousal to Kurtis. I could tell that he noticed but he did not make any comment. Better than that, he seemed to play with me, bending over to pick up some of the clothes off the floor, spreading his legs so I could get a glimpse at his balls, massaging his neck with his right hand to expose his armpit.

Was it all in my head? Was he really doing that on purpose? Fuck, there was no way to tell with that guy. Well, unless I went for it! I would know! I could grab his ass. Maybe he would punch me but maybe he would grab mine in return. We could kiss, and touch, and fuck each other! Damn sure, I would let him fuck me.

I was daydreaming again. I needed to focus my attention back on the chore at hand. I trained myself to think about Griffin, about how much he would get hurt. I also told myself that this was simply ridiculous, Kurtis was probably straight as an arrow, and even if he weren’t, it’s not like we could actually date in prison!

Admittedly, when it comes to hot guys, I’m not the smartest man around but still, even I knew that I had to get a grip this time. I could not be that stupid.

In the end, I pretended not to be horny as hell and Kurtis pretended not to notice the effect that he obviously had on me. It was better this way.

I was done with my stack of clothes before him and I had some coins to use on the prison phone booth so I left Kurtis there.

“See you later.” I said awkwardly after almost 2 hours of silence.

He looked at me and from where he stood behind the table, he looked like he was entirely naked. Fuck me, that man was a God.

“See you later, bro.” He said, folding another pair of pants.

I smiled. At least, we were good with each other.

I wondered what would have happened if I had made a move that day. My ass was itching at this point, I needed to get a good fuck! I was still lost in my (dirty) thoughts when I picked up the phone. Automatically, I had called Austin. We had not chatted in a while, and he never failed to make me feel better about my life in prison. I also wanted to plan his next visit.

Weirdly, Austin talked a lot about Griffin, they had spent an afternoon together. They had been to the swimming pool and tons of image of the both of them in speedos were now running through my head. As if I was not horny enough! What did I miss being stuck in there?!

Austin did insist on how hard it was for Griffin to wait for me. He was getting me a bit worried.

“You think he’s going to cheat on me?” I asked genuinely.

“No…”

“That’s a weird no, Austin.”

“Just put yourself in his shoes, I know how easy it is for you gay guys to find hook ups.”

“I am in his shoes Austin! And I’m not cheating.”

“Not really, there is no Grindr in Prison. At least, not that I know of.” He marked a pause; I was getting a bit flustered. “Wait, Ty? Do guys really fuck each other in jail?”

“No…” I replied with not much conviction.

“That’s a weird no, Ty.”

I moved to another subject. I asked about his wife, Cassie, but he was way less talkative about that. I felt that something was not right but I did not mention it. We were both keeping secrets from each other as it seemed.

Finally, he told me something quite unexpected.

“Fuck. I almost forgot Ty! I have a gift for you.”

“What do you mean? I hope you did not send anything, I told you it does not work.”

We were forbidden to receive anything except for letters from the outside, every item we might use in prison had to be bought in a sort of storage room / concierge space. Receiving packages was not a thing in there.

“I may be a jock but I’m not a dummy, Ty. I’m actually pretty damn smart! I’ve found a way to get around their stupid rules.”

“What did you do, Austin?” I asked, a little concerned at this point.

“I donated a book to the Prison’ library. A bunch of them actually. The newest and some old editions of Garuto!”

“What? How?”

I vaguely knew that the prison had a library, but Xander had explained to me early on, that the place was crap and also part of Romano’s “territory”. Just like the gym space next to the communal showers of district 2 were “our” zone, the library was Romano’s headquarters.

“Simple. Correctional facilities are always happy to receive donations. They do check what you donate but like, unless there are drugs or weapons in them, they are not going to refuse some manga. It had nothing to do with you, it was not a gift to an inmate, so that was all fine. I finally got the confirmation that my donation had been taken into account. It took almost 4 weeks, but the books should be there!”

I was speechless. Maybe it was not much for him, but for me, it meant the world. The efforts he had put into this. The consideration that showed.

“You’re there?” He asked.

I had tears in my eyes.

“Yeah… Thanks Austin… It’s… It actually means a lot.”

“You always have to make such a thing about everything, do you? It’s just a gift my friend.”

“I know. I appreciate it. I just hope the other inmates did not tear the books apart already.”

“They better not! Well, if necessary, you can always go all gansta on them.” He joked.

“Sure.” I said, but it was not much of a joke.

We discussed a few more minutes and as soon as I hung up the phone, I ran to the library. I felt a bit stupid not to have been there in six weeks, but prison was not a place I really enjoyed exploring. I would rather stay safe in my cell or at the gym with the few people I trusted.

I had passed by the library dozens of times of course so I knew exactly where it was.

I entered, feeling immediately out of place. The library was far from welcoming. No comfortable couches or armchairs in there, no students working in silent, just a bunch of tables, less than a dozen shelfs filled with used books, mainly law stuff, but most of it not up to date, a few novels, and… yes, cartoons and manga!

Unsurprisingly, some of the Romano’s crew were there, leaning against the largest table at the centre of the room. I recognized Kim who was silently reading a novel in one of the remaining chairs (most of them were broken). The young guy looked seriously depressed every time I had the chance to look at him, but maybe, we all were.

I walked awkwardly among the few inmates, trying to remain invisible. Falcon was there too, semi-sleeping on a desk. That bald prick was everywhere! I heard some noises, some shouting nearby, but in the library, nothing was going on.

I checked in the manga session. I found them in a matter of seconds. Brand new, the Garuto books were waiting for me. I wanted to hold them against me. I felt like Austin was with me. I was not sure how the system worked, whether I could get the book out of the library and bring them back later like we would in real life.

I did not have time to figure it out though. Someone came up to me. An Italian guy, I had seen him hanging with Romano a lot, but he was much older, nearing 60. Bianchi. The “razor” guy.

"Yo.” He spoke. “They are waiting for you in the storage room downstairs.”

“What?” I mumbled, really confused.

“Are you dumb or are you deaf?” Bianchi said, now holding my shoulders. I felt my heart racing.

I looked around me. Falcon took a look but closed his eyes back again to continue with his nap and Kim just ignored me.

“Neither… I… I really don’t follow.”

“What did you not understand in the phrase, boy: they are waiting for you in the storage room downstairs!”

“Man, I think you got the wrong guy, I…”

What the fuck was happening? He pulled my arm. I was so stunned that I could not react. Maybe I should have screamed. Who would help? Falcon? What a joke!

“There.” He pointed at some stairs semi hidden in the back of the library.

[CHAPTER 10 CONTINUES BELOW]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 10: Big Pepe’s pride (Part 2)

“I won’t go.” I said, as firmly as I could. I talked loudly, hoping someone would react.

“Look. Romano has sent out invitations and you came in. He needs 30 guys. That’s it. Refusing an invitation is a serious offense. Do you really want to be rude to a party host?”

“An invitation? Look man, I have no idea what this is all about.”

Kim arrived behind us.

“Just go, dude.” He said in a soft voice. “Trust me, it’s better to just comply with the orders.”

I had fallen into a trap and I could not get away from it. I had punched Frenchy, maybe I could do the same here… But no, I could not hit the right-hand man of Romano. I had seen what they did to the Latino guys for way less than that! It would be a death sentence.

Kim looked sincere, as if he was giving me a genuine advice. I had no choice to follow it anyway.

“I’ll go, just take your hand away from me.” I eventually said to the Italian man.

He smiled but left his hand off my wrist.

“Of course, Romano hates that we disrespect his guests.”

Trembling but trying to hide it as much as I could, I walked down the stairs to a metal grey door. The closer I got, the more I was hearing noises behind it. Screams. What the hell was I doing there? Damn, the story of my life, being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I opened the door but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw down there.

I was on a porn set, a gay gangbang scene!

Someone I could not see was lying on a table and was surrounded by dozens of men, maybe twenty guys, all of them stark naked: moaning, laughing or shouting.

Bianchi closed the door behind us. I was definitely trapped.

The room was mostly in the dark, no window, no natural light, and seemed to serve as storage for books but also bunch of other stuff. Were there drugs in some of these packages? Probably. One obese guy was sitting on a metal box, his tiny dick in his hand. It smelt like sweat, like cum, like men.

Pretty much everyone was jerking off, there were some clothes lying on the floor, Bianchi and I were the only ones dressed. Romano was there of course, fucking the ass of the poor guy on the table.

He winked at me when I came in.

“A new guest! Good job, Bianchi. That makes our number 30 for the day! We made it, guys!”

There were some applauses and some more laughter. What the hell did that mean? I could barely see anything but I recognized some familiar faces, Glenn was right next to Romano, jerking off. The fully tattooed Italian man had his dick up in someone’s else ass. A big round hairy ass. Fuck… Finally, I recognized him. It was Big Pepe!

The muscular macho guy was being roughly sodomized by Romano. Big Pepe seemed totally out of there. His mouth semi opened. His huge body moving at the rhythm Romano was pounding him. But that was not it, his face was covered in cum. Damn! It was so surreal, but was it an erotic dream or just a hellish nightmare?

How naïve I was, thinking the punishment of the Latinos was over! I thought that things were solved but behind the scenes and to maintain the peace, Big Pepe had to pay the ultimate price! Getting anally fucked by the other gang’s leader.

Bianchi took out his dick out of his pants and encouraged me to do the same. I was so confused that I could barely move. Glenn nodded at me, confirming that I should get naked. But this was insane!

Bianchi whispered in my ear:

“Nobody is happy about that.”

I doubted that statement, some of these guys seemed very happy on the contrary, their engorged and stiffed dicks dripping with precum.

“But our friend here needed to be taught a lesson. It was either him or his people. He decided he would take one for his team. What you are witnessing right now is an act of bravery.”

Someone else added beside me:

“He had been condemned to take 30 loads of thick white cum on his face and one load in his ass. You gotta give it to him: he is taking his punishment like a champ. He can be proud.”

I quickly figured who would be the one releasing his loads in Big Pepe’s huge ass.

“What’s your name?”’ Bianchi asked.

I did not answer. I was terrified. Although, despite all, I must admit I was a bit horny.

"He’s Braxton, not been here for long.” Said Glenn “But he’s always happy to give a hand!” He grinned at me.

I realized that the guy at Glenn’s right was the one who had attacked an inmate in the showers. He almost killed the other guy. Fuck. I was definitely in trouble this time. I also noticed they were only white guys, which made me even more uncomfortable. Glenn was a weirdo but what was he doing in this mess?

In the corner, my heart sunk a bit further when I saw Frenchy jacking off his thin long dick. He was looking straight at me. I bet he was living for it, being part of Romano’s gang even if it was just for the sake of a fucked-up punishment.

I felt dizzy. When I told you that it smelt like “male” in there, I am not kidding. I had never been in an environment so charged up in testosterones.

Nearly twenty naked horned up and sweaty men, locked down in a small basement with no air conditioning during a heatwave, were playing with their wet cocks. This scenery had more big dick energy than any porn I had seen in my life.

I knew that some guys must have left after depositing their sperm on Big Pepe’s face. Did he really agree to this treatment to protect his gang? Who would accept to participate in such a thing? I mean… maybe I would… As Romano was going deep into him and two guys were forcing their fat dicks up his mouth, Big Pepe let go of a few moans. Could he be enjoying it? At least, that was what I told myself to make the whole thing more bearable.

I had been aroused all afternoon and now, I could not help to get stiffed once again. All those dicks, those hairy asses. I could do without the homophobic comments on the side lines but dude, those guys were filthy and some part of me, the one who had always got me in trouble, just loved that.

As millions of thoughts were going through my mind, the obese guy cummed right into Big Pepe’s eyes. He did not even flinch as drops of cum were dripping down his cheeks.

For the entire time, his asshole was still being destroyed by Romano. How long had this been going on? How something like this could even take place? I thought of Falcon, up there in the library, pretending he did not know. Hell, I bet he had nutted on Big Pepe’s face himself!

Despite the craziness of the situation and the loads of cum being released at the same time, only a few inches from me, I tried to ponder my options. Not taking part would mean that I had crossed Romano and that would not end well for me, probably it would end on the exact same table in the exact same position, but taking part would mean that I would have crossed Big Pepe and the Latinos’ crew. I thought about Fernando, he was friends with these guys.

Again, I was naïve. As if I had a choice in the matter!

Suddenly, Bianchi pulled down my pants and I found myself naked and hard in front of this crowd. Would they think I was gay? Of course, not. Nobody even reacted. This was no homo at all! Just a bunch of guys punishing another inmate for crossing their leader.

A few seconds later, Frenchy nutted into Big Pepe’s wide-open mouth, locking eyes with me, smiling of his toothless smile. What a stupid pervert, I thought. We had barely talked since our fight, but there, attempting to finally belong to a group, I could tell that Frenchy was thinking that he was powerful.

I felt a dick touching my ass. I almost jumped. I could not tell who it was, I just moved on the side. Desperate not to be targeted, but also, I have to admit, horny as fuck, I started jerking off myself.

I wondered if the guy with the spider web tattooed on his ankle was there since Glenn had been invited among the guests. I had never figured out who Glenn’s so-called Daddy was.

I heard someone come in behind me, it was Kim. Maybe he had finished his book? I thought ironically. He undressed in a matter of seconds and joined the small group standing the nearest to Big Pepe’s face, which was unrecognizable at this point.

“Tell me to keep going, bitch!” Romano grunted.

“Keep going.” Big Pepe begged. His first words since I had come in.

“Call me Daddy, no. Better than that, call me Papi!” Romano laughed grossly.

“Fuck me, Papi”. Big Pepe said, ounces of cum falling down from his mouth as he spoke.

What an incredible sight, this huge mass, the definition of a masculine guy, begging to be fucked some more. Was he really proud of what he was doing? He did take his punishment with an astonishing confidence. It was like he had been a power bottom his entire life.

Kim started jerking off quite furiously. The young ephebe looked amazing. Fit, tall, incredible mouth. His face was expressionless but he was caressing his smooth Asian cock with passion. I bet he did not have much the occasion to play the top with his Master.

Without any reason other than asserting his dominance to everyone there, Romano spat right in Glenn’s face and finally took a break from fucking Big Pepe’s ass. Glenn licked the spit off. I knew that the ginger boy dreamed of taking Kim place, ensuring his protection. He was doing the most!

Romano then looked at me.

“Nice little ass you have there.” He commented.

Without thinking, I replied a nervous: “thank you” and the whole crowd started laughing again.

Romano came near me, I thought he was going to spit on my face, but he gave me a sort of embrace. I felt his very hard dick rubbing against my thigh. He was precumming on me.

“Welcome in the family, cute ass.” Romano said.

The others clapped and chuckled. You know this scene in the end of Harry Potter when Draco and Voldemort hugged and it is awkward as hell, this was exactly how I felt except we were both naked and precum was dripping from both of our cocks.

I prayed for Kurtis, Xander or Ralph entering and saving me from this but I was all alone. Well, Glenn was there but it was even worse because I was sure he would tell what happened to our group. How would I explain this to Fernando? As crazy as it was, I was just there by pure chance!

“Do you want to fuck his pussy?” Romano asked me.

“I….”

He grabbed me until I was right behind Big Pepe’s exposed (and torn up) hole. I did not know what was the right answer but I knew I had to find it, fast.

“Do you want to fuck him?” The Italian Master repeated, holding my neck. We were still both hard as fuck. My dick was very near Big Pepe’s ass crack. His hole was winking at me.

“No… No, I don’t!”

“Good boy. That hole is only mine.” He slapped my ass. “Go to his mouth, that’s your job here. Your only job.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The “Sir” came out naturally and I instinctively knew that it was the right thing to say.

After only a few minutes down there, I was myself sweating a lot, probably adding to the crazy musky odour in the room. Frenchy was putting his clothes back on to leave; He had done his job.

The secret to getting out of there was to cum as fast as possible. I could do that.

Glenn approached me, on the other side was Bianchi, we were the next ones in line to deposit our cum. Romano was slapping Fernando’s ass, thinking out loud about what object he could insert in his ass next. His dick needed some rest.

I guess that fear and lust are not so different emotion. I was feeling both very intensely at the same time.

“ASK FOR IT” Romano barked.

For a second, I thought he was talking to me but Big Pepe soon pleaded to us:

“Give me your cum. I’m begging you. I want to wear it with pride.”

Glenn exploded right at that moment, directly in the submissive’s open mouth. Kim next to me pushed me aside to let go of several volleys of cum as well. Some went straight to my arm and on my own cock.

That was it for me, Kim. He was by far the hottest guy in the room and seeing his balls contracting and releasing his sperm. Wow. The amount of cum this guy had released, also, such a fucking treat! I guess this was not that surprising for an 18 years old locked up in prison, especially if Romano somehow was forbidding him from cumming, but still, it pushed me to the edge.

Big Pepe’s face was now entirely covered in sperm, as well as his back and shoulders. He kept on begging for more. Fuck. I was hornier than ever and knew I was about to burst.

In the end, Bianchi and I exploded at the same time, finishing to paint the Latino’s face white. I moaned of pleasure. But it only lasted a few seconds.

What the fuck had I just done?

I was flabbergasted. I felt ashamed too.

Everything felt awkward and scary now that the horniness had passed.

I picked up my clothes and got away from there before anyone could stop me, Romano was inserting a baton in Big Pepe’s ass while I was climbing up the stairs towards the library with Glenn. I was out of breath as if I had just run an entire marathon.

Glenn touched my cheek at the top of the stairs:

“I think someone left some cum on your face, man.”

When? How? I had not realized that it was his own cum that Glenn was putting on my face at this moment. The prick was messing up with me again.

I saw Falcon, still very disinterested by the situation, napping on his desk. The Garuto’s books were on a table where I had left them. I picked them up, my hands were shaking. It seemed like my conversation with Austin was a lifetime away.

“Welcome to the crew.” Bianchi whispered to me. He had just come back in the library. I did not hear him climbing back the stairs. He scared me.

Was I actually part of Romano's gang now?

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[diseasedarchon]

Top notch stuff!! ♥

 

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Super hot story! Keep posting!!

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 8: Are you a Griffin or a Will? (Part 2)

At this point, I should have referred him to another therapist. I knew this was not ok but what was the harm? Will did not have any life threatening or real medical issues, he had been convicted for minor offenses only, he was making progresses in his life, working for a new job as a barman.

Every week, he seemed better and better and he thanked me for that, he said at multiple occasions that I was helping him. After all, intimacy and sex are a big part of what’s going on in our brains and an issue we sure needed to tackle during therapy.

in the end, I was talking to him as if he was a friend who I was just helping making sense of his thoughts. Just like you would do with some mates you would meet after work.

That was my big mistake, he was not a friend, he was a patient.

As the sessions progressed, my addictions from his dirty stories became more and more obvious and things got less and less professional. After a couple of months, we both knew our sessions had nothing to do with helping him work on his mental health. It was just about sharing raunchy sex stories.

Will would walk in, sit down on the couch, spread his legs and expose his armpits. He would tell me all about the kinky things running through his mind. I was hard pretty much the whole time and I had to jerk off after every hour spent with him.

“Doc, I’m not sure this is ok but lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about trying bondage with my sexual partners, what do you think it means?”

I played pretend, as if it was a genuine question. I made stupid metaphors on being stuck, trapped in our lives. But he asked me another question.

“I also have fantasies about fucking my shrink, is that ok?”

My heart skipped a bit.

“Will, I don’t think this is really appropriate.”

I replied, in a ridiculous attempt of putting some boundaries. As if it was not way too late already!

He spread his legs even more, Janice would have put him down for obvious “manspreading” but I loved it, he said:

“Not appropriate to think it or not appropriate to tell it to you?”

“There is nothing which is not appropriate to think, Will. But I would say that sharing this kind of fantasy while talking to your therapist might be inappropriate.”

“So, I should lie to you?”

“No, you should not. We discussed this, it is a safe space, feel free to express everything you want. I am just pointing out that if you were to, let’s say, make sexual allusions towards me, I would have to defer you to a colleague of mine.”

“Maybe I should shut up then, I don’t want to see another shrink. You’re the best at figuring out what’s in my mind.”

I smiled. It was pure flattery to get me on his side, but it worked.

I moved the subject towards his parents again, especially his father and we had a rather normal session after that. Thankfully, I was hidden behind my desk because I had cummed a little in my pants.

When he came in the following week, I had been thinking about him non-stop. There was no faking it anymore, I had a crush on my patient, and he loved to play with the effect he had on me. I had made up my mind that I needed to put a stop to it.

I should have done it way before that. Better late than never.

When he walked in, I was ready to tell him it would be our last session but he did not give me the chance.

“Look doc, I’ve been thinking. You’re good at your job but if having you as my shrink prevent me from fucking you, I believe I would rather let go of my shrink and take the good fuck.” He marked a pause. “I can tell you would be good at it and I can assure you, you would like that.”

Fuck, had I been that obvious about my feelings towards him?

His confidence was killing me. The fact that his nipples were showing under his tank top was not helping. I did not say a word, I jumped on him and French kissed the hell of his felon’s mouth.

We literally had sex on my desk, he fucked my ass while I was lying down on my desk and he put his hand on my mouth so I would not moan too loudly. I had other patients in the waiting room next door.

It was so sudden that I did not even take my clothes off, my pants were slid down at my ankles and my shirt was semi opened. He, on the other end, stripped down while fucking me to get entirely naked. He looked so fucking good, he was 23 at the time, was sporting a buzzcut and his body was perfect. His dick was big too, uncut as I like it. He knew how to use it.

As I was still recovering from being fucked on my desk, he turned around with a cheeky smile.

“It’s time you see my big snake now!”

He was talking about the one on his ass, an impressive tattoo. The kinky bastard, he even made me lick it. Probably one of his usual moves, making his partner lick the snake on his ass and then, the even bigger snake moving under his pants.

He was very dominant. I was still wearing my clothes and still confused about what was happening, he held me down and exploded on my face. I cummed at the same time. He nodded yes as if he was giving me his approval. My face was covered with his juice.

No need to say it my dear reader, removing my license to practice was probably the smartest thing a judge could do…

Weirdly, we started dating after that, well, somehow. He was no longer my patient and we would see each other regularly. We were not exclusive though, I knew he was fucking guys and girls on the side but as we were getting closer, I was also getting jealous.

I was falling in love I guess, not the first time I was acting stupidly in regards to my feelings.

I denied it in front of the judge, I pretended to be a naïve victim, but quite early on, I knew that Will was involved in illegal activities. He was meeting with shady guys, he would carry tons of cash on him, he would also ask me to pick him up from random places. I would go, in the hope we would have sex. And we would actually. Often, right in the car, or at his place, a quite fancy apartment near Santa Monica.

There were guns in his flat, I ignored them. His dick was just too delicious, the sex too fucking good.

And he liked me, at least, I thought so. He would fuck other people but I had a special place in his heart. Still today, I am convinced this was real for him too.

There was something happening every time our lips would meet, our hands would touch, our bodies would collide. So, I did not ask any question. I did not burst the bubble. I accepted that he used one of my bank accounts to transfer some money. Just two thousand dollars, no big deal, I thought. He thanked me by letting me fuck him in the ass for the first time. This was awesome. I cummed on his snake.

One day, he called me crying. And the buttle crumbled.

“Babe, help me…” He mumbled over the phone.

“What’s going on, Will? You’re worrying me, your voice sounds weird.”

“Some guys came at me, fucking assholes.”

“Where are you?”

“I can send you the address, I’m at Venice Beach.”

“Are you ok?”

“They broke some of my teeth.”

“Jesus, Will! What did they want? We have to call the police.”

“The police! Are you serious? Ty! The police would arrest me, don’t you realize that?”

Fuck, maybe I was very naïve. It finally hit me; I was dating a criminal.

“Please, can you just come pick me up. I need a place to sleep too. I cannot go back to my place.”

“What happens to your apartment?”

“Long story… Can you just come?”

Of course, I went. And I took care of him. He had a black eye (the next day was even worse), he was missing a tooth and he had bruises on his fingers. He had punched someone, multiple people maybe. I helped him shower. He stayed with me for an entire week, often, he seemed scared. He started to get paranoid about people following him or following me.

“I feel safe with you.” He told me.

I could not say it back.

Things only went downhill from this point; I could no longer ignore that I was dating a drug dealer and it was messing up with my life. I had troubled focusing on my patients, I would barely get to see my friends or my family.

As often in my life, it was Janice who confronted me about it and who helped me realize how far I had gone. She was right when she told me that I would lose my licence to practice, she did not think I could go to prison though, she was mostly afraid that I would end up getting hurt.

Janice said something which stuck with me.

“Are you happy, Ty? I know you have feelings for this guy but does he make you happy?”

I was not happy. I was stressed out, all the time.

I wanted to give Will a chance. I gave him an ultimatum. The worst thing you can do. As a therapist, I already knew that, but as a man in love, I had lost all notion of good sense. I asked him to choose between what he was still calling his “business” and me. We had an argument, it lasted for hours. He felt betrayed and he left my place.

A couple days later, he came back, he told me he had thought it through. He chose me. I believed him. There was no reason to, I just wanted this to work so bad. But it was already over. Things were tense and as I was ready to move and start a life somewhere else with him, he just could not make up his mind.

One week later, he was involved in a shooting and a young guy was sent to the hospital. This was the finale nail in the coffin.

When he came back and apologized, I kicked him out of my place. He cried a lot. He smashed the walls. I was not afraid for me though; he had never shown the slightest sign of violence towards me (except when I would specifically require him to spank me or choke me in bed.) He even held on to my legs at some point. Like a dog, he could not let go.

But I was done.

I had fallen for a confident charming man and I ended up with a wreck. I tried to help him but I was probably a wreck too. Things would have never worked out.

We saw each other a couple times after that so he could get his stuff back but he was accompanied by a blond girl. One of the girls he was fucking on the side. She had become his new number one. Good. Otherwise, I would have probably fallen back into our old patterns.

I may not have been a good therapist but I was smart enough to at least understand that I had ended up in a toxic relationship.

When the police pressed charges against me a couple of years later, I had almost forgotten all about the messy parts of my relationship with Will, all I could remember was the passion and the insane sex. During the trial, they would not tell me what had happened to Will and I did not want to ask too many questions.

For a few months, I was mad at him, furious even. I wanted to track him, find him, yell at him. I thought he was the one responsible for getting me there, in this awful mess. It was all his fault. I wanted to say that to his face. I wanted to tell him that I was a respectable man, engaged, happy and that he had screwed me over!

I realized now that I was only mad at myself.

I had to learn to own up to my shit. And the truth was, I had made shady decisions, I had done illegal stuff, and I was fully aware of what I was doing.

I could view Will or the other inmates I was locked up with as “criminals”, “felons”, people with poor judgement, but I was definitely one of them. I did not get locked up in prison by chance. There was no injustice.

I did bad things for the thrill of it, for some sex, for some adrenaline and I was paying the price.

As I was still lying down on my thin and uncomfortable mattress, Fernando’s dick in my sight, I thought about the two of them.

There was Griffin on one side, my fiancé. He represented peace, stability, comfort. Griffin was safe. He was the good decision.

There was Will on the other side. He represented chaos, passion, messiness. Will was the bad decision.

And I realized that most of us are either a Griffin or a Will. Either we play it safe or go with passion. Maybe we are born like that.

For the longest time, I was convinced that I was a “Griffin”, longing for a peaceful life. It made sense, I was a nerd, lacking confidence, a bit awkward, not the type of persons you would picture doing crazy stuff or ending up in prison.

But maybe I was wrong. Maybe, I had always been a “Will”, finding myself in chaotic and dreadful situations just because I could not help myself from following my impulses.

Surely, the rest of the story that I am about to tell you will confirm this theory.

When Kurtis passed by and asked me if I wanted to train with him the next day, I still said yes.

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 9: Heatwave (Part 2)

It was Falcon and his stupid bald head, barking at me, as per usual.

“What’s happening?” I asked, wondering what the hell I could have done this time.

“Just follow me.”

“Ok, I’ll just put back some…”

“No, no need to wear any clothes, just keep the towel and follow me, this is urgent.”

It was the second time Falcon was taking me away from Kurtis and he knew something was up. When Kurtis asked about it later on, I lied and told that I just had to sign some paperwork but I was pretty sure he was convinced that Falcon was fucking me.

It was not the case though.

I was not even sucking Falcon’s dick. No, he was taking me to someone else I needed to serve. Warden Deen.

I walked in the corridors still semi wet with just a towel around my waist, we passed by Glenn whose eyes were glued to my crotch area. Apart from him, nobody really cared though. Everybody knew that Falcon was a crazy motherfucker and the majority of the inmates were already semi naked at all times, so a guy wearing just a towel, that was not that surprising.

When we got to the Warden’s office, Falcon stayed behind. I looked at him worryingly but he mostly ignored me. He nodded slightly, inviting me to knock. I would go in alone.

Deen called me in and I opened the door nervously. There was air conditioning in his office. It felt nice. I got suddenly very self-aware that I was in the nude except for my towel. It was like one these nightmares where you are called into the principal’s office and you realize you are butt naked.

But this time, it was real. I was not dreaming. And Warden Deen also noticed, his eyes widened behind his glasses at my sight. He smiled largely.

“Well! Bloody hell, that’s a first! You did not even bother putting some clothes on.”

“I… I’m sorry… I did not know I would come here, Guard Falcon told me to…”

In his usual fashion, the Warden turned towards me on his chair and spread his legs. He held a hand in the air to make me shut up.

“No need to justify yourself, inmate. I don’t blame you. You wanted to wear an outfit that you deemed appropriate for a visit to your warden and you thought that a sole towel would be the best option.” He sighed. “You were wrong, of course.”

“Warden, this was not my decision...”

“Shut up, Braxton. We are not all used to the fag ways!”

I looked at my bare feet. What the hell was he talking about? I could already tell that he was hard under his pants.

“Wearing a towel in an office is totally out of place, inmate. Take it off.”

This time, I stared right in his eyes.

“Sir, I am naked underneath.”

“Take it off.” He repeated distinctively, licking his own lips. I could see his bulge growing further in his fancy pant suits.

I dropped the towel on the floor. I was surprised, my dick was semi-hard. Probably the reminder of my time in the shower with Kurtis or maybe I was actually aroused by the warden’s tone. I had to come to terms with the fact that I was a perv at this point…

“Was it what you wanted, Sir?”

I asked, almost defying him.

He did not pay attention to me.

“You know the drill, on your knees, and come here. My dick needs a throat massage.”

There was no pretending anymore. No time to waste. He wanted me to go straight to business. I crawled towards the warden and waited for him to give me his big veiny dick. He did not. He put his hands behind his head, I had to unzip him and release the monster under his pants myself.

I did it. He was not wearing any underwear. Despite the air conditioning, there were hints of sweat on his balls and pubes.

I was not too sure what I was being punished for, or if I was punished at all. I was not sure If I was consenting on some levels to what was happening. All I know is that I swallowed his dick, felt his precum in my mouth and then I licked his sweaty balls.

Deen moaned and then put one of his hands behind my head, pushing me further down his shaft. He wanted me to choke.

“Fuck, one of the best mouths that I had.”

And I bet he must have had hundreds of mouths before mine, in that office. How come nobody ever denounced him? I guessed that if I was not willing to tell anyone what was happening at the time, this made sense that he could remain hidden all these years. None of the inmates was in a position to challenge the prison’s warden.

He spat on my face several times. I could see that he was getting aroused by the fact that he was making me do this, that it was not my decision. I was certain that he would not enjoy it that much if I looked too willing. Clearly, he did not care about finding gay guys in bars, he could have dated tons of them, he was handsome, sexy, fit. What he wanted was using his power. He wanted to submit unwilling subjects.

Was it the whole reason he had become a warden in first place or did this habit came with the power? I would never know.

My eyes were filling with tears as he was pushing me for harder deepthroats. Kurtis had shared that he loved sloppy blowjobs earlier in that week. It was one of my specialities, I was certain that I could help make him feel good. Austin loved it too back in our college days.

Fuck, again you caught me my dear reader! I was sucking a man’s dick while thinking about another inmate… and about Austin!

Why did not I think about Griffin first? For God’s Sake, he loved deepthroat as much, if not more, than the next guy!

Deen slapped me. Harder than usual. I was destabilized. He laughed it off.

“Damn, you are hard.” He said while sliding down his pants completely. “You love that dick too much, take a piece of that instead.”

The Warden moved up his legs, helped by his desk to maintain his position, and exposed his musky and very hairy asshole to me. There were some grey hairs in this bush.

“EAT IT!” He barked.

I had never been one to refuse my tongue to a male asshole. My dick was dripping with precum on the carpet. Jesus, was I really enjoying this?

Going on his hole, I did not pretend like I did not know what I was doing. Immediately, almost instinctively, I buried my whole face in this warm ass, and my tongue found its way into his anus and then, into his insides. I was desperately searching for his prostate.

“FUUUUUUUUCK.” He moaned.

He grabbed my hands so they would jerk off his cock at the same time. He was about to cum. I was indeed too good at this.

“LICK THAT HOLE, INMATE! DEEPER!”

“Mmmmmm.”

I was the one moaning. I dug deeper into his asshole. I looked for his most sensible spot inside his body but he was already losing it, as he was about to cum, he pushed me back. I had managed to throw him off his game. I bet the other inmates were not so eager when he asked them for a rim job!

“Come on my laps, inmate! This is unacceptable!”

I was shaking a bit but obliged. It was surreal. What was unacceptable? I only did what he made me do!

SLAP.

He spanked my bare ass once.

SLAP.

My hard dick was rubbing against his. I was punished because I enjoyed eating his ass too much!

SLAP.

He was whispering in my ear: “Did your fiancé spank you like that?”

SLAP.

“Answer me, boy.”

SLAP.

“Sometimes Sir, only when I ask him to.”

I felt his dick throbbing when I said that. What kind of sick game was he playing? Were we both playing?

“OF COURSE, YOU WOULD ASK THAT FROM YOUR FIANCE! YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU WANT THAT ASS TO BE SPANKED, TO BE FUCKED.”

And he started spanking me harder, I was getting really scared, I felt like his dick was about to explode against my groin.

“Sir, please.” I begged.

SLAP.

It was starting to hurt really much.

“YOU HAVE BEEN A BAD BOY. YOU HAVE ENDED UP BEHIND BARS FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON!”

SLAP.

“Sir… You are hurting me.”

SLAP.

He spread my ass cheeks and I felt his spit inside my asshole. I did not want him to fuck me. This had to stop.

“Sir, please. Sir, the other inmates, they will see!” I mumbled. “The marks on my ass!”

My ass was surely getting purple at this stage. He stopped hitting me. I had made a good point.

He had to be careful. He was playing with fire often but he could not take unnecessary risks. He had been careless too many times already.

The warden pushed me back on my knees, I felt dizzy, staring at his big cock before my eyes. His asshole was tempting me again, he was still spreading his thighs.

“Make me cum.” He stated calmly.

I knew what I had to do, I massaged his balls as I was going back and forth on his big dick with my mouth. I made gagging sounds, I spat on his dick. Within seconds, I felt another throb and volleys of sperms were released on my face and in my mouth. He cummed even more than the previous time. I swallowed some of it.

“Stand up!” He commanded.

I did, still dripping with his cum. He was sitting on his chair so my dick was at his eyes level. I was stunned when he grabbed my dick with his right hand and started to jerk me off furiously.

“Your turn my boy, let it go. Give me that cum.”

I looked down at him, baffled. He was working my dick like a pro.

After less than a minute, he asked me to release my milk on his face. And I did. I nutted right on his glasses. It was glorious. I had not cummed that hard since I got in this prison, the sperm was thick and very white. My jizz was covering the glasses entirely, the poor warden could no longer see a thing but he was still wearing them proudly. What the actual fuck?

Drops fall from the glasses onto his lips and Deen was just smiling, content.

Crazy bastard! I thought, still in disbelief this was actually happening.

“Go back to your cell, boy. You can wash yourself with the towel.”

“No need to show off to Guard Falcon?”

“No need. Not this time.”

I cleaned myself up as much as I could and put back the towel around my waist. The Warden had still my cum on his face! Maybe I had misjudged his style. He could be full of surprises.

“Sir.” I spoke.

“What?” He barked.

“What was it for? I thought that last time, I had paid for my mistake with Frenchy and I…”

“Look, Braxton.” He took off his glasses, that meant we were having a serious talk. “I’m just here to help the inmates make the best of their experience in prison. A little bird told me that you make the other inmates believe that you are a straight man.” He licked his lips again, but this time, he swallowed some of my cum in the process.

As I remained silent, he finished his thought:

“I thought you would need to release some tension to get through those tough times.”

I marked a pause, thinking a lot about what I should say next. I could insult him. I could threaten to denounce him. Was he blackmailing me?

“Thank you, Sir.” I finally said, all he had told was true. “Do you think that if we were to keep this up, I might get out of here sooner? Would not it be a proof of good behaviour?”

I had to try.

He looked back at some papers on his desk but he did mumble:

“We’ll see.”

Warden Deen was a crazy fucker but this might turn out to be useful after all… Was I really going to take advantage of this? What would this make of me? A whore?

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 10: Big Pepe’s pride (Part 1)

To celebrate my first month in prison, I had a great surprise: pizza for dinner!

It was cold and tasted rough, but eh, it was better than the weird mashed potatoes we almost had at every meal. We were even authorized to drink some fresh coke with it. A real treat!

Of course, pizza night had nothing to do with me being locked up for a whole month, it was just a happy coincidence, but you have to learn to appreciate the small victories.

That day, Griffin had visited me for the third time since I got locked up and it had left a bittersweet impression on me. He was smart to come on his own so Austin would not steal his thunder this time. He looked handsome in a navy-blue shirt and I did enjoy his company. Still, it had not gone great.

Besides us, Ray was fighting with his 18 years old son, scolding him with the help of his wife, Sabrina. Apparently, the young Trevor had been kicked from his highschool once again and Ray was losing it.

When Griffin asked me: “How do you manage to live with these people?” I felt incredibly hurt. How could he not see that I was one of them? Ray had actually become quite a good friend of mine, well, a prison friend at least.

The lack of intimacy was also starting to hit us hard. Although we reassured each other, saying that a full month had already gone by, both of us were fully aware that the end of the tunnel was still far away, nine months at least and only if I managed to obtain an early release. So long before I could kiss him again!

The rest of the day, all I could think about was my relationship with Griffin and I began to fear that I might actually lose him over this. The worst part was that I could not talk about this to anyone. I would have loved to confide myself in Xander, he was in a somewhat happy relationship with Mindy despite being locked up. However, by pretending that I was straight when I came in, I had made my bed and now, I had to lay in it.

Anyway, I ate my semi-cold pizza with the whole gang and tried to have a good time. My cellmates Xander, Ralph, and Fernando, our training buddy Pope, Daddy Ray and -the annoying- Glenn sang me a remixed and dirtier version of Happy Birthday, to celebrate my “monthversery” in prison.

The lyrics included some phrases about me being a rocky no more, or learning how to punch a meth head in the face. Kurtis joined in on the song. They all joked about my fight with Frenchy and at this point, I could laugh about it too.

Glenn offered me a blowjob to top the celebration which I gently declined. Those kinds of comments were just passing above my head now.

Things were not easy though.

In the following days, the heatwave was still going strong and as the weeks went by, it became more and more difficult to cope with it.

Southern California was undergoing a drought and the prison had been asked to made considerable efforts to preserve water and energy. As a consequence, we were restricted on the use of the laundry machines, meaning I would work less but also that all of us would live in sweaty clothes 24/7, or, and this was the preferred option for most inmates, no clothe at all.

It had been 16 days since the heatwave had started and pretty much everyone was wandering around in only their boxer briefs. Fernando, of course, was usually naked.

The tension was building up between the exhausted inmates, especially when it became clear that some were benefiting from certain perks. Romano, for instance, could disappear for several hours a day with his bitch boy Kim to enjoy air conditioning somewhere else in the facilities. Falcon would come get them and they would only come back at the end of the day, when the air was a bit more breathable.

At one point, a group of Latino guys confronted Romano about this and it turned out to be the biggest fight I had witnessed thus far. A Latino was attacked with a razor by one of Romano’s goons, another Italian guy named Bianchi, and had to be sent to an hospital. No one should mess with Romano and he was determined to make this point clear.

During one of the fights in the cafeteria, the alarm went on and Falcon held his gun out. I was terrified, lying down against the floor. Fortunately, the group of Latino guys and their leader, a tall muscular guy nicknamed Big Pepe – the guy was massive, a Latin version of Ralph if you will -, ended up backing off.

Once Romano had considered that the Latinos had been sufficiently punished, things went back pretty much to normal. Or so I thought.

Not that “normal” was great either but it was better than seeing actual blood fights in the morning showers. Some of those guys had nothing to lose and everyone was on edge.

A bunch of inmates were sent into solitary confinement after those incidents, - not Romano though, still very protected by the administration - but solitary did not last much, the temperature was so hot down there that their lives were actually in danger.

Romano and his crew were not the only ones to be granted some advantages though. Ralph had gotten us a small fan for our cell. How? I had no idea! Just like the phone he was somehow authorized to use, some things remained a mystery. But we were all smart enough to keep quiet about it and we enjoyed the very welcomed breeze only at night.

Once or twice, I considered going to the warden office and servicing his dick just to enjoy the air conditioning. But I had not fallen that low, not just yet.

In an attempt to mend my relationship with Griffin and to stir myself in the right direction, I also tried to distance myself from Kurtis. I mean that I tried to check his ass and bulge less often but to be honest, this was not going very well. The hunk was more and more comfortable around me and that was not helping me fight my attraction for him!

Once, he threw away his tank top in a machine as soon as he came in the laundry room where I was already folding some t-shirts. He did not stop there; he also removed his pants and socks in a single move to reveal his underwear.

I tried not to look. I swear that I tried. But how could I not?

He was just wearing a pair of tight white panties, not even boxer briefs, half of his ass was coming out of the fabric, the bulge on the front was simply indecent and his inner thighs and pubic hair were calling for my attention! Not to mention a clear, big, juicy visible penis line. Was he about to spend this afternoon like this?

Spoiler alert: He actually was!

Needless to say that I spent the whole four hours hard as a rock, trying but not managing to hide my state of arousal to Kurtis. I could tell that he noticed but he did not make any comment. Better than that, he seemed to play with me, bending over to pick up some of the clothes off the floor, spreading his legs so I could get a glimpse at his balls, massaging his neck with his right hand to expose his armpit.

Was it all in my head? Was he really doing that on purpose? Fuck, there was no way to tell with that guy. Well, unless I went for it! I would know! I could grab his ass. Maybe he would punch me but maybe he would grab mine in return. We could kiss, and touch, and fuck each other! Damn sure, I would let him fuck me.

I was daydreaming again. I needed to focus my attention back on the chore at hand. I trained myself to think about Griffin, about how much he would get hurt. I also told myself that this was simply ridiculous, Kurtis was probably straight as an arrow, and even if he weren’t, it’s not like we could actually date in prison!

Admittedly, when it comes to hot guys, I’m not the smartest man around but still, even I knew that I had to get a grip this time. I could not be that stupid.

In the end, I pretended not to be horny as hell and Kurtis pretended not to notice the effect that he obviously had on me. It was better this way.

I was done with my stack of clothes before him and I had some coins to use on the prison phone booth so I left Kurtis there.

“See you later.” I said awkwardly after almost 2 hours of silence.

He looked at me and from where he stood behind the table, he looked like he was entirely naked. Fuck me, that man was a God.

“See you later, bro.” He said, folding another pair of pants.

I smiled. At least, we were good with each other.

I wondered what would have happened if I had made a move that day. My ass was itching at this point, I needed to get a good fuck! I was still lost in my (dirty) thoughts when I picked up the phone. Automatically, I had called Austin. We had not chatted in a while, and he never failed to make me feel better about my life in prison. I also wanted to plan his next visit.

Weirdly, Austin talked a lot about Griffin, they had spent an afternoon together. They had been to the swimming pool and tons of image of the both of them in speedos were now running through my head. As if I was not horny enough! What did I miss being stuck in there?!

Austin did insist on how hard it was for Griffin to wait for me. He was getting me a bit worried.

“You think he’s going to cheat on me?” I asked genuinely.

“No…”

“That’s a weird no, Austin.”

“Just put yourself in his shoes, I know how easy it is for you gay guys to find hook ups.”

“I am in his shoes Austin! And I’m not cheating.”

“Not really, there is no Grindr in Prison. At least, not that I know of.” He marked a pause; I was getting a bit flustered. “Wait, Ty? Do guys really fuck each other in jail?”

“No…” I replied with not much conviction.

“That’s a weird no, Ty.”

I moved to another subject. I asked about his wife, Cassie, but he was way less talkative about that. I felt that something was not right but I did not mention it. We were both keeping secrets from each other as it seemed.

Finally, he told me something quite unexpected.

“Fuck. I almost forgot Ty! I have a gift for you.”

“What do you mean? I hope you did not send anything, I told you it does not work.”

We were forbidden to receive anything except for letters from the outside, every item we might use in prison had to be bought in a sort of storage room / concierge space. Receiving packages was not a thing in there.

“I may be a jock but I’m not a dummy, Ty. I’m actually pretty damn smart! I’ve found a way to get around their stupid rules.”

“What did you do, Austin?” I asked, a little concerned at this point.

“I donated a book to the Prison’ library. A bunch of them actually. The newest and some old editions of Garuto!”

“What? How?”

I vaguely knew that the prison had a library, but Xander had explained to me early on, that the place was crap and also part of Romano’s “territory”. Just like the gym space next to the communal showers of district 2 were “our” zone, the library was Romano’s headquarters.

“Simple. Correctional facilities are always happy to receive donations. They do check what you donate but like, unless there are drugs or weapons in them, they are not going to refuse some manga. It had nothing to do with you, it was not a gift to an inmate, so that was all fine. I finally got the confirmation that my donation had been taken into account. It took almost 4 weeks, but the books should be there!”

I was speechless. Maybe it was not much for him, but for me, it meant the world. The efforts he had put into this. The consideration that showed.

“You’re there?” He asked.

I had tears in my eyes.

“Yeah… Thanks Austin… It’s… It actually means a lot.”

“You always have to make such a thing about everything, do you? It’s just a gift my friend.”

“I know. I appreciate it. I just hope the other inmates did not tear the books apart already.”

“They better not! Well, if necessary, you can always go all gansta on them.” He joked.

“Sure.” I said, but it was not much of a joke.

We discussed a few more minutes and as soon as I hung up the phone, I ran to the library. I felt a bit stupid not to have been there in six weeks, but prison was not a place I really enjoyed exploring. I would rather stay safe in my cell or at the gym with the few people I trusted.

I had passed by the library dozens of times of course so I knew exactly where it was.

I entered, feeling immediately out of place. The library was far from welcoming. No comfortable couches or armchairs in there, no students working in silent, just a bunch of tables, less than a dozen shelfs filled with used books, mainly law stuff, but most of it not up to date, a few novels, and… yes, cartoons and manga!

Unsurprisingly, some of the Romano’s crew were there, leaning against the largest table at the centre of the room. I recognized Kim who was silently reading a novel in one of the remaining chairs (most of them were broken). The young guy looked seriously depressed every time I had the chance to look at him, but maybe, we all were.

I walked awkwardly among the few inmates, trying to remain invisible. Falcon was there too, semi-sleeping on a desk. That bald prick was everywhere! I heard some noises, some shouting nearby, but in the library, nothing was going on.

I checked in the manga session. I found them in a matter of seconds. Brand new, the Garuto books were waiting for me. I wanted to hold them against me. I felt like Austin was with me. I was not sure how the system worked, whether I could get the book out of the library and bring them back later like we would in real life.

I did not have time to figure it out though. Someone came up to me. An Italian guy, I had seen him hanging with Romano a lot, but he was much older, nearing 60. Bianchi. The “razor” guy.

"Yo.” He spoke. “They are waiting for you in the storage room downstairs.”

“What?” I mumbled, really confused.

“Are you dumb or are you deaf?” Bianchi said, now holding my shoulders. I felt my heart racing.

I looked around me. Falcon took a look but closed his eyes back again to continue with his nap and Kim just ignored me.

“Neither… I… I really don’t follow.”

“What did you not understand in the phrase, boy: they are waiting for you in the storage room downstairs!”

“Man, I think you got the wrong guy, I…”

What the fuck was happening? He pulled my arm. I was so stunned that I could not react. Maybe I should have screamed. Who would help? Falcon? What a joke!

“There.” He pointed at some stairs semi hidden in the back of the library.

[CHAPTER 10 CONTINUES BELOW]

At this point Austin is as bad as Tyler………. No I take that back Tyler Is a complete mess lol. But Austin treats Tyler like they have a chance. But I also recognise that I could also be looking too much into it it’s very possible he’s being a good friend he’s his best friend after all

 

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At this point Austin is as bad as Tyler………. No I take that back Tyler Is a complete mess lol. But Austin treats Tyler like they have a chance. But I also recognise that I could also be looking too much into it it’s very possible he’s being a good friend he’s his best friend after all

Dudes -- please understand this is "fiction" and the story is already written by the author.

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 11: One fucking hot summer! (Part 1)

“What the fuck were you up to with those white supremacist shitheads?”

Kurtis was mad at me; he had just found out that I had been part of Big Pepe’s “punishment” alongside Romano and his crew. Frenchy (such a prick!) had made sure that the whole district 2 would know about my involvement in this.

“I did not have a choice, Kurt.”

“Bullshit. We always have the choice.”

Seeing him so disappointed in me was heart breaking.

“I know but… Look, this was just a crazy timing. I was at the library and…”

“What were you doing there anyway? You know that’s their territory. Why did you have to put yourself at risk?”

He slammed the table; I jumped a little.

“I just… Damn, Kurtis! I just wanted to go to the library for once! I did not think it through. And I know that I have to take accountability, but seriously, Bianchi came at me and he… well, he just made me go downstairs. Besides fighting with him, I had no other option. Big Pepe was already down there, they told me he had agreed to his punishment…”

“For Fuck’s sake Tyler, of course he agreed! Pepe is a stand-up guy, he would never let his people take a hit in his place!”

I was getting annoyed too at this point.

“Well, sorry, I’m not that brave, ok! I’m a coward! I was scared… and…”

“Horny?”

“Well maybe!” I snapped.

Kurtis sighed. I felt myself blushing. Did I just admit that I got aroused by the situation? Seeing Big Pepe getting roughly fucked by Romano?

“I really thought you were not this kind of guy.” Kurtis marked a pause. Was he referring to my sexuality? He did specify: “I mean, taking part in those prison sick power struggles. You seemed better than that.”

His dismay hurt the most. I could not help myself from tearing up, even though Kurtis was not one to respect this sort of display of emotion.

“I don’t know what else I can say, I was just fucking scared, ok. It’s my first time in prison, I had never…”

“Oh please, Tyler, everything but not that! You’ve been here too long to play the innocent card. And what does this suppose mean? You think you better than us? You think it’s just in my blood, in Xander’s blood, we just love to fight and do illegal stuff but you’re too good for this prison’s bullshit?”

Shit, this was going worse and worse.

“No! Of course, I don’t think that, Kurtis. Believe me, I used to think that I was the good guy but I’m not delusional, I know I’m not a victim here. Hell, I deserve to be in this prison! I have made some stupid mistakes. And you can trust me, I don’t feel superior to you, at all. In most ways, I think you’re too good for me.”

He was a bit taken aback by this last comment and he calmed down.

I did not intend to say something so personal, but in the heat of the moment, I did not really control the words coming out of my mouth, neither the tears which were now falling from my eyes.

“Fernando is freaking pissed… You know Big Pepe is his friend.” Kurtis said after a few seconds of silence.

“I know… I had no idea that Romano and Bianchi were taking things that far. I did not want to be involved in any of this mess. Trust me. Kurtis, I… I’m shitting my pants right now.”

“I’m not going to hit you.” He said with a faint smile. “I’m mad at you, sure, but I’m still on your side.”

“I’m not scared of you, Jensen!” I replied, almost bursting out laughing at the strange thought of Kurtis hitting me.

He could play tough but I knew Kurtis would never hurt me.

“Oh.” He replied, feeling stupid about the confusion.

“It’s Bianchi, he told me that I was part of their gang now, and I’m worried what that may mean. And the Latinos, they have all right to come after me at this point.”

Kurtis straightened up.

“No one is going to come after you, Braxton, I’ll make sure of that. You made a mistake and we’ll explain that to Fernando. He’s pretty mad but he knows you, he knows how stupid you can be and how you may have actually ended up in this sex dungeon by mistake!”

He gave me an encouraging smile and held my shoulders.

“If you say so…” I awkwardly said.

“We’ll make sure Big Pepe and everyone else understand. They were more than 30 guys involved and the Latinos have no interest in trying to get back at every single one of them. You were right in saying that Pepe had agreed to the punishment. In the end, your cum or anyone else’s, I’m not sure it makes much difference, he would have been painted white anyway!”

This time, Kurtis largely smiled, trying to make light of this insane situation. I put my head in my hands.

“Oh fuck, I’m so not cut off for prison. Ain’t I?”

Kurtis grinned.

“You’re not. But a fight with an inmate and a gangbang in your first couple of months, you are certainly getting there.”

He held me in his arms, that was a first. As always, he was shirtless and I was wearing my sweaty tank top. I know that I had promised myself to keep my distance with Kurtis for the sake of Griffin but I could not refuse his embrace. I was so grateful for him being there. I had my head resting against his muscular pecs, I felt safe.

“What do I do now?”

“You just keep a low profile, you do your work here with me, we train together, rest of the time, you’re with Ralph, Xander and Fernando in your cell. No one is going to touch you and, in a few weeks, everyone will have move on to another traffic, fight, or gangbang…”

“Thanks Kurtis… I…”

I moved back from his embrace, feeling all kind of ways. I was fully crying at this point.

“This is a lot for me and I… Just, thank you for being here.” I managed to mumble eventually.

He seemed moved too but he did not add a word, he turned around and went back to the laundry basket.

I think that this conversation was the moment when I really started to catch feelings for this man, but it was only the beginning of our journey.

In the next couple of weeks and as instructed by Kurtis, I tried to remain as invisible as possible. The goal was to avoid being approached by and associated with Romano’s crew without not being too obvious about rejecting them. I just had to walk this very fine line.

Fernando was virtually no longer talking to me but Xander and Ralph had assured me that even Fernando would protect me, if necessary. I still had a nice view of his hairy ass and big dick every night before falling asleep. At least, there was that.

It turned out that Glenn was suffering way more than I was from the consequences of being involved in Big Pepe’s punishment. He did not own up to it at first, which made Xander and Fernando seriously doubt him, and later on, he was actively seeking the protection from Romano and sort of officially jumped ship.

From this point on, he was no longer welcomed at our table. As much as I disliked him, I was concerned for Glenn. He was now walking behind Bianchi, in the same submissive way that Kim was walking behind Romano. Neither of them seemed thrilled about it.

Austin came to visit me once again and I just thanked him for the Garuto books, he did not have to know how much this whole thing had screwed with my position and with my safety in the prison. I was just glad to see him, he was tanned and fit as ever.

I will be honest here: Austin’s visit gave me plenty of materials to jerk off too during the following nights. I had no idea if he was aware of the effect that he still had on me but if Austin did not want me to picture him naked while I was masturbating, he should have worn something less tight and less revealing!

The muscles and bulge that my college crush was packing were out of this world and nine years later, Austin was definitely still doing it for me.

My best friend Janice also came back, as well as Griffin and Ryan who visited me together. During his last visit, Griffin told me he was going away for most of the summer. He planned to go hiking in South America and to cut himself off from the world.

Although it hurt a bit, this trip was, as always with Griffin, a smart decision.

Griffin had often expressed the wish to travel alone in some sort of a spiritual retreat and what better time to do so than when his fiancé was locked up in prison? Wasting on this opportunity just to get three (awkward) hours with me every couple of weeks would be stupid.

I was glad actually. I felt guilty enough of what I was putting our relationship through so anything Griffin had to do to cope with that, I was behind.

On the other hand, Ryan would spend his holidays in California with his wife Mallory so they could visit me during the next few weeks. Being both doctors, having twins and expecting a third baby, they had a crazy schedule but they still managed to organize themselves in a way that allow them to make some time for me. I cannot emphasize enough how much I was thankful for that.

Obviously, July and August were warm under the Californian sun but the heatwave which occurred early in June that year had passed. Don’t get me wrong, it was still one fucking hot summer but we could finally have a walk outside without coming back to our cells drenched in sweat.

I would also like to reassure you, my dear reader, most of the inmates kept on living clothe-free in the facilities! We were all men in there, why bother in wearing anything more than a tight boxer brief?

As a result of my strategy to keep myself out of troubles, I was spending most of my time with Xander and Ralph, or with Kurtis. The training sessions were paying off and for the first time in my life, I was sort of proud of the definition of my body. Even Austin had complimented me on that regard during his last visit.

Pope was helping me out too. One time, I got an erection while he was working out his muscular black body next to me. I am certain that he noticed my hard-on but he did not say a word.

Overall, my life in prison had turned quite normal except for my occasional visits to the Warden office. I would never know in advance, but from time to time, maybe once every fortnight, Falcon would just come to pick me and I would follow him. I would enter the warden’s office alone, immediately crawl to Deen and service his big cock.

Sometimes I would also take care of his feet, some other times, of his ass. He never fucked me though. He did ask me to show off my ass a few times but he never went for it. Maybe that was his limit? I doubted it. Maybe my ass was not good enough? I doubted that even more!

Life kept going like this for a while until everything went to hell, once again.

It started with a pretty innocent chat.

“You really have an effect of him.” Xander said one evening, when it was only the two of us in our cell.

“What are you talking about?”

“Kurtis.”

I felt some butterflies in my stomach right away. I was quite certain that Xander knew that I was gay and if he knew that, my crush for Kurtis was quite obvious.

“Still not following, man.” I said, attempting to keep up the appearances.

“Come on, you know what I mean. Before you came in, I had seen Kurtis smile three times top in the whole two years I had known him! And now, he seems happier, more relaxed. Like, do you suck his dick every time you go on the laundry room or what?”

I felt myself getting red.

“Fuck off, Xander. We just spend a lot of time in this stupid laundry room, working, cleaning your dirty socks off!”

I threw some of his socks in his face. He was used to throwing them off from his bed on top of mine every night before going to sleep.

“Yeah, yeah, working together and also training together, eating together, living together…” He continued sarcastically.

“What’s you point, bro?”

Yes, prison had made me embraced the “bro” lingo… Not my finest moment.

“Chill out Ty, I’m just saying. I’m just not sure you realize how much you changed that guy. He’s very different now and… well… I just thought you should know.”

Xander winked at me and left the room, his dirty socks in his hands, leaving me with my thoughts.

There was no doubt I was attracted to Kurtis but I had never let me dream that he could feel the same way towards me. Was Xander telling me that I was allowed to dream?

But what about Griffin, then? Again, even if Kurtis were to be into me, dating a guy in this prison just did not make sense. I did not want to follow him around and be his submissive boy. Kim clearly did not seem happy with this way of life anytime I would catch a glimpse of him wandering around.

And again… I was engaged for fuck’s sake! Fuck, I really needed to keep reminding myself of that fact.

In the following days, I did pay closer attention to the way Kurtis was looking at me. I tried to remember how he was when I first met him. There was no doubt that he had changed. He was more playful, more talkative (even if, he was still a man of few words), more involved with our little group of inmates.

One thing that did not change though was how hot that man was!

Even after a few months, the first impression of his body had not worn off and getting this eye candy everyday was my prison’s guilty pleasure. We had our routine regarding showering time at this point, and each day, I could see him in the buff, taking good care of soaping his juicy ass and big cock.

That was the main reason why it was so important for me to jerk off and cum at night. Otherwise, I would most certainly be hard as a rock for every communal shower.

Thinking of which, maybe that was the strategy or Ralph too? This guy seemed to make Fernando and his’ bunk bed tremble every single night, always going for a piss after cumming (a ton!) on his bodybuilder chest. Often, I would myself jizz right after seeing Ralph’s semen dripping from his large pecs. The nipples on this guy were insane.

Unlike me, Ralph was definitely straight though. The girls he fucked every couple of weeks during visitation day, the ones naked and spreading their legs on his wall, and the porn he was consistently watching on his not so discreet phone, made no secret of his sexual orientation.

Things were not that clear for Kurtis. Four months in and I still had no idea whether he was gay or straight. Maybe bi?

“Falcon wants me to be transferred.”

Kurtis told me the faithful night where everything would go south. We were finishing up folding clothes.

[Chapter 11 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 11: One fucking hot summer! (Part 2)

“What? Where, in another prison? No way!”

My heart skipped a bit, he could not be leaving!

“Jesus, calm down, Ty. I meant, from this job. Starting next week, I’ll work in the kitchen.”

This was less of a bad news but it was not great either. My afternoons in the laundry room with Kurtis were the best part of my life in prison (if not the only enjoyable part) and I did not have great memories with the previous co-worker I had there. Stupid Frenchy.

“Well, fuck! Can we do something about it?”

“That’s cool, Ty, we’ll keep on training and hanging together. I don’t mind going to the kitchen. Some of Romano people work there but I’m not scared of them”

I was a bit hurt that it was not that important for him. I did not show my disappointment.

“I guess… I’m just worried about who would come here at your place.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you can find anyone who will be as good as me at throwing laundry in the machines!” He smiled.

“Sure. Not even mentioning your super folding style!” I mocked him.

He threw a dirty underwear at my face.

“Careful Jensen, last time a guy did that to me, he ended up with my fist up his nose.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I have not thought this through! Please, do not beat me up!”

He said, pretending to be scared, putting his hands in front of his face.

We were both laughing at this point, and kindly, he picked up the underwear he had thrown. I got a good look of his teddy bear tattoo.

“By the way, what is this tattoo all about? Did you get it done when you were six? Or when you were a girl?” I asked him, still laughing.

I regretted my joke immediately though, as his face changed drastically. There was his gloomy attitude again. The one that he had shown when his early release’s request had been rejected a few months back.

“You don’t like it?” He said, seriously.

“I just find it surprising, that’s all. You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to, I was just wondering.”

He sat down against a laundry machine which was still turning and I sat beside him. We were both in our white tank tops this time, our bare arms were touching each other. I enjoyed this, thinking it would be one of the last times we could be so intimate with one another since he would leave this laundry job soon.

“Can you keep a secret, Ty?”

Kurtis asked very seriously, his greyish blueish eyes staring at me. I was melting, and not only because of the summer heat.

“I can.”

I answered with the same level of seriousness. Since I brought up the tattoo, the atmosphere had completely shifted. Kurtis was breathing heavily.

“That tattoo is for my little sister.”

“Oh, you have a little sister? That’s so…”

He cut me off:

“I had. She passed away. Four years ago, she was much younger than me. She was still a child.”

His face was expressionless. We had gone from a playful conversation to the worst thing I had ever heard in my life in just a few seconds. Despite of my shock, I tried to keep my composure.

“I… I’m so sorry, Kurtis. I’m sorry I asked about the tattoo.”

“Don’t be. I did it a few months after she had been killed. A drunk driver. He ran over her, it destroyed everything. My parents. Me. Our lives were all over. The tattoo is a reproduction of her favourite teddy bear. Well, I assume you have guessed that. Nothing else matters really, except for this.”

I did not expect that, at all. The abrupt way he was going about telling all of this was also destabilizing. I used to be a shrink; I should have dealt with that information with more ease but I was really taken aback. Truthfully, I could have broken down in tears but for obvious reasons, I had to remain strong there.

“The tattoo is beautiful, Kurtis.” I finally said.

He smiled at me, tears in his eyes. Why did he have finally decided to share this with me? I could not tell.

Then, his face was all serious again when he told me:

“My dad had a gun at his place. I went to get it. I was not the type of guys to get screwed over or to take shit without defending myself but I had never used a gun. Ever. I went to the driver’s place. I shot him.”

I gasped. I could not help it this time.

“He did not die.” Kurtis continued. “I was not very good at aiming, and I was shaking all over. When I got to his house, his wife and kids were there. That threw me off, a lot. I still took my shot; I had made a promise to myself but it was… It was just a big mess.”

His voice broke.

That was why he was locked in-here then. Damn! My sex / love story with my drug-dealer patient seemed so ridiculous now.

“Kurtis… I… Frankly, I’m not sure what to say.”

“The guy did not die but he was hurt. Badly. He went to the hospital. A fucking alcoholic he was. What I did just destroyed my family even more cause now, I was to be sent to prison. I had used my dad’s firearm and it made the whole thing so much worse.” A tear fell down his cheek.

“Everyone can snap. Everyone. And you had all reasons to.” I sighed. “Fuck, that’s some heavy shit.”

“Right…”

I pulled my arm around him, and for once, I was the one comforting him. He did not really cry though; he just laid his head on my shoulder.

We did not talk for long minutes after that. What was there to say? But we did something else. As we were still hugging on the floor, against the laundry machines, he looked up at me. He was beautiful. His eyes of course. But his lips also. Without overthinking it, I leant in for a kiss.

He kissed me back.

That kiss was four months in the making and I got chills all over my body as I felt his tongue becoming one with mine. He gently pushed me back against the laundry machine and kissed me more passionately. My mind was exploding. What the fuck did I just do?!

I was holding his back, so strong, so muscular. I wanted to lick his neck, his entire body, but I could not leave his mouth. It was just too good. It lasted for a few minutes but I wanted it to continue for hours. I put my hand underneath his tank top (he was wearing one this time) to feel his bare skin.

What if someone caught us? Truthfully, I could not care. In the moment, I did not think one second about Foster, Davis or Falcon walking in.

He did the same to me, his hands started to caress me all over, elevating the excitement a few notches at every touch. I felt them on my crotch, of course, I was fully hard already. I removed his undershirt and kept on kissing him. When I revealed his perfect body, I took a second to look at it, to worship it.

“Kurtis…” I whispered.

“I want you.” He simply said.

These three words were enough. We threw ourselves at each other again and kissed even more passionately if that was even possible.

He licked my neck, my ears. I loved that. I went for his chest. It felt salty. Delicious. I felt his hard bulge against me, we were still on the floor but then, he lifted me up. He held me in his arms and got me to sit on the folding table. He was standing before me, shirtless. A God.

He licked his lips. Jeez, why did he have to do that? It was so fucking hot!

He took off my top and lied me down against the table, throwing away the laundry that was still on it. We had so carefully folded those pants! He then climbed on top of me, on the table, and started to suck on my sensitive nipples.

I was in paradise. I started moaning.

“I want you too…” I whispered in the air.

He went back in my mouth. We played with our saliva. He spat on my nipples and returned to give them some more attention. That’s all they needed. He bit them.

“Fuck, Kurtis…. Mmmm.”

He went lower, he was kissing my abs. The ones he helped me so hard to define. He undid my pants. Shit, that was getting real. I let him. He took off my pants and I was there, in my boxers and socks, my dick poking out of my underwear, already dripping with precum.

He rubbed his face against my crotch, my groin, my inner thighs. He was smelling me and licking me. He wanted me so bad. How long had it been since he was thinking about this? Kissing me, touching me, fucking me?

I could have cummed right away. The Adonis was taking care of every inch of my body. It was better than any of the fantasy I had come up with in my head. And yet, God knows I had spent hours and hours dreaming of this moment!

He slid down my underwear, freeing my dick, already throbbing and precumming. He kissed me again, this time, it was a bit raw. He made me lick his fingers. I loved that but suddenly, that hit me.

That was Griffin’s move.

Fuck!

He moved away from the table to take off his own pants. He was stripping in front of me. No, he was stripping for me. The show was amazing. His dick was perfect. It was hard, big, juicy, beautiful, his foreskin was being pulled away to reveal his dickhead. More than 8 inches, maybe even 9? Damn. Pearls of cum were being created at each stroke.

I knelt down.

“You want to suck me?” He asked.

Of course, I wanted only that!

“What do you think?”

I said, licking his dick head, feeling his warm male juice under my tongue. It was electrifying.

“Mmmm…” He moaned.

I put the tip of his dick in my mouth. It was really thick. His precum tasted so fucking good. I rubbed his balls – they seemed full and ready to explode. I was in a daze.

“You like that?” I asked him, looking up at his face. There was no doubt he was enjoying this very much but it still felt good to ask.

He just grunted and put his right hand behind my head.

“I don’t want just sex.” He mumbled.

I was a bit taken aback by that comment. I looked above me as I was licking his balls, his meaty dick in the way, I could not see his eyes.

He put his fingers once again in my mouth while he kept talking.

“I want you. All of you. I want to be with you.”

He said, breathing heavily, looking at me with a strange intensity. He was not playing around.

Fuck! Why was he telling me this while doing the exact move I had always identified with Griffin?! This was too confusing for me.

For the life of me, I cannot help myself from talking sometimes. In the list of the worst things to say when you’re about to have sex with someone, I would put what I said next in one of the very top places:

“I’m engaged.” I blurted out.

He pulled his fingers away from my mouth.

“What?”

“I… I’m engaged… with another man.” I said, more clearly.

Kurtis’ eyes widened largely and he took two steps back, hitting the machines behind him. His dick was still pointing towards me, but now, a foot away from my face, from my eager mouth.

“You’re fucking kidding me, Ty? Tell me, you’re kidding!”

Damn my life… If only I was!

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[diseasedarchon]

Oh man! This is amazing! Why did Ty have to tell Kurtis he was engaged!? XD

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Oh man! This is amazing! Why did Ty have to tell Kurtis he was engaged!? XD

Poor Ty, for once, he was trying to do the right thing! ahah

 

[diseasedarchon]

Poor Ty, for once, he was trying to do the right thing! ahah

LOL I mean, yeah he did the right thing XD But we know more about Kurtis than Griffin, so it stings a bit different lol

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 11: One fucking hot summer! (Part 2)

“What? Where, in another prison? No way!”

My heart skipped a bit, he could not be leaving!

“Jesus, calm down, Ty. I meant, from this job. Starting next week, I’ll work in the kitchen.”

This was less of a bad news but it was not great either. My afternoons in the laundry room with Kurtis were the best part of my life in prison (if not the only enjoyable part) and I did not have great memories with the previous co-worker I had there. Stupid Frenchy.

“Well, fuck! Can we do something about it?”

“That’s cool, Ty, we’ll keep on training and hanging together. I don’t mind going to the kitchen. Some of Romano people work there but I’m not scared of them”

I was a bit hurt that it was not that important for him. I did not show my disappointment.

“I guess… I’m just worried about who would come here at your place.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you can find anyone who will be as good as me at throwing laundry in the machines!” He smiled.

“Sure. Not even mentioning your super folding style!” I mocked him.

He threw a dirty underwear at my face.

“Careful Jensen, last time a guy did that to me, he ended up with my fist up his nose.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I have not thought this through! Please, do not beat me up!”

He said, pretending to be scared, putting his hands in front of his face.

We were both laughing at this point, and kindly, he picked up the underwear he had thrown. I got a good look of his teddy bear tattoo.

“By the way, what is this tattoo all about? Did you get it done when you were six? Or when you were a girl?” I asked him, still laughing.

I regretted my joke immediately though, as his face changed drastically. There was his gloomy attitude again. The one that he had shown when his early release’s request had been rejected a few months back.

“You don’t like it?” He said, seriously.

“I just find it surprising, that’s all. You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to, I was just wondering.”

He sat down against a laundry machine which was still turning and I sat beside him. We were both in our white tank tops this time, our bare arms were touching each other. I enjoyed this, thinking it would be one of the last times we could be so intimate with one another since he would leave this laundry job soon.

“Can you keep a secret, Ty?”

Kurtis asked very seriously, his greyish blueish eyes staring at me. I was melting, and not only because of the summer heat.

“I can.”

I answered with the same level of seriousness. Since I brought up the tattoo, the atmosphere had completely shifted. Kurtis was breathing heavily.

“That tattoo is for my little sister.”

“Oh, you have a little sister? That’s so…”

He cut me off:

“I had. She passed away. Four years ago, she was much younger than me. She was still a child.”

His face was expressionless. We had gone from a playful conversation to the worst thing I had ever heard in my life in just a few seconds. Despite of my shock, I tried to keep my composure.

“I… I’m so sorry, Kurtis. I’m sorry I asked about the tattoo.”

“Don’t be. I did it a few months after she had been killed. A drunk driver. He ran over her, it destroyed everything. My parents. Me. Our lives were all over. The tattoo is a reproduction of her favourite teddy bear. Well, I assume you have guessed that. Nothing else matters really, except for this.”

I did not expect that, at all. The abrupt way he was going about telling all of this was also destabilizing. I used to be a shrink; I should have dealt with that information with more ease but I was really taken aback. Truthfully, I could have broken down in tears but for obvious reasons, I had to remain strong there.

“The tattoo is beautiful, Kurtis.” I finally said.

He smiled at me, tears in his eyes. Why did he have finally decided to share this with me? I could not tell.

Then, his face was all serious again when he told me:

“My dad had a gun at his place. I went to get it. I was not the type of guys to get screwed over or to take shit without defending myself but I had never used a gun. Ever. I went to the driver’s place. I shot him.”

I gasped. I could not help it this time.

“He did not die.” Kurtis continued. “I was not very good at aiming, and I was shaking all over. When I got to his house, his wife and kids were there. That threw me off, a lot. I still took my shot; I had made a promise to myself but it was… It was just a big mess.”

His voice broke.

That was why he was locked in-here then. Damn! My sex / love story with my drug-dealer patient seemed so ridiculous now.

“Kurtis… I… Frankly, I’m not sure what to say.”

“The guy did not die but he was hurt. Badly. He went to the hospital. A fucking alcoholic he was. What I did just destroyed my family even more cause now, I was to be sent to prison. I had used my dad’s firearm and it made the whole thing so much worse.” A tear fell down his cheek.

“Everyone can snap. Everyone. And you had all reasons to.” I sighed. “Fuck, that’s some heavy shit.”

“Right…”

I pulled my arm around him, and for once, I was the one comforting him. He did not really cry though; he just laid his head on my shoulder.

We did not talk for long minutes after that. What was there to say? But we did something else. As we were still hugging on the floor, against the laundry machines, he looked up at me. He was beautiful. His eyes of course. But his lips also. Without overthinking it, I leant in for a kiss.

He kissed me back.

That kiss was four months in the making and I got chills all over my body as I felt his tongue becoming one with mine. He gently pushed me back against the laundry machine and kissed me more passionately. My mind was exploding. What the fuck did I just do?!

I was holding his back, so strong, so muscular. I wanted to lick his neck, his entire body, but I could not leave his mouth. It was just too good. It lasted for a few minutes but I wanted it to continue for hours. I put my hand underneath his tank top (he was wearing one this time) to feel his bare skin.

What if someone caught us? Truthfully, I could not care. In the moment, I did not think one second about Foster, Davis or Falcon walking in.

He did the same to me, his hands started to caress me all over, elevating the excitement a few notches at every touch. I felt them on my crotch, of course, I was fully hard already. I removed his undershirt and kept on kissing him. When I revealed his perfect body, I took a second to look at it, to worship it.

“Kurtis…” I whispered.

“I want you.” He simply said.

These three words were enough. We threw ourselves at each other again and kissed even more passionately if that was even possible.

He licked my neck, my ears. I loved that. I went for his chest. It felt salty. Delicious. I felt his hard bulge against me, we were still on the floor but then, he lifted me up. He held me in his arms and got me to sit on the folding table. He was standing before me, shirtless. A God.

He licked his lips. Jeez, why did he have to do that? It was so fucking hot!

He took off my top and lied me down against the table, throwing away the laundry that was still on it. We had so carefully folded those pants! He then climbed on top of me, on the table, and started to suck on my sensitive nipples.

I was in paradise. I started moaning.

“I want you too…” I whispered in the air.

He went back in my mouth. We played with our saliva. He spat on my nipples and returned to give them some more attention. That’s all they needed. He bit them.

“Fuck, Kurtis…. Mmmm.”

He went lower, he was kissing my abs. The ones he helped me so hard to define. He undid my pants. Shit, that was getting real. I let him. He took off my pants and I was there, in my boxers and socks, my dick poking out of my underwear, already dripping with precum.

He rubbed his face against my crotch, my groin, my inner thighs. He was smelling me and licking me. He wanted me so bad. How long had it been since he was thinking about this? Kissing me, touching me, fucking me?

I could have cummed right away. The Adonis was taking care of every inch of my body. It was better than any of the fantasy I had come up with in my head. And yet, God knows I had spent hours and hours dreaming of this moment!

He slid down my underwear, freeing my dick, already throbbing and precumming. He kissed me again, this time, it was a bit raw. He made me lick his fingers. I loved that but suddenly, that hit me.

That was Griffin’s move.

Fuck!

He moved away from the table to take off his own pants. He was stripping in front of me. No, he was stripping for me. The show was amazing. His dick was perfect. It was hard, big, juicy, beautiful, his foreskin was being pulled away to reveal his dickhead. More than 8 inches, maybe even 9? Damn. Pearls of cum were being created at each stroke.

I knelt down.

“You want to suck me?” He asked.

Of course, I wanted only that!

“What do you think?”

I said, licking his dick head, feeling his warm male juice under my tongue. It was electrifying.

“Mmmm…” He moaned.

I put the tip of his dick in my mouth. It was really thick. His precum tasted so fucking good. I rubbed his balls – they seemed full and ready to explode. I was in a daze.

“You like that?” I asked him, looking up at his face. There was no doubt he was enjoying this very much but it still felt good to ask.

He just grunted and put his right hand behind my head.

“I don’t want just sex.” He mumbled.

I was a bit taken aback by that comment. I looked above me as I was licking his balls, his meaty dick in the way, I could not see his eyes.

He put his fingers once again in my mouth while he kept talking.

“I want you. All of you. I want to be with you.”

He said, breathing heavily, looking at me with a strange intensity. He was not playing around.

Fuck! Why was he telling me this while doing the exact move I had always identified with Griffin?! This was too confusing for me.

For the life of me, I cannot help myself from talking sometimes. In the list of the worst things to say when you’re about to have sex with someone, I would put what I said next in one of the very top places:

“I’m engaged.” I blurted out.

He pulled his fingers away from my mouth.

“What?”

“I… I’m engaged… with another man.” I said, more clearly.

Kurtis’ eyes widened largely and he took two steps back, hitting the machines behind him. His dick was still pointing towards me, but now, a foot away from my face, from my eager mouth.

“You’re fucking kidding me, Ty? Tell me, you’re kidding!”

Damn my life… If only I was!

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Damned! Why did he have to tell that, who knows what can happen with his fiancé in South America. Grrrr, the sexual heath was once again building up so sensational. Mister writer, you know how to torture your readers. I also had to laugh with the reply of Sunandfun yesterday. "Guys, it's only fiction ..." As if you can't imagine and live with story the writer created. I read a lot of books and still have a lot of emotions during the reading. Laugh, even cry, fear for the danger spying on the characters, get horny when the sexual storylines are well discribed, even hard and very arroused like with this story. Mickey, you're one of my favorits.

 

[Bartflanders]

LOL I mean, yeah he did the right thing XD But we know more about Kurtis than Griffin, so it stings a bit different lol

And then you're not mentioning Austin, mate. I'm still convinced that the guy has feelings for Ty. May the best win ... Or better... May Ty make the best choice!

 

[diseasedarchon]

And then you're not mentioning Austin, mate. I'm still convinced that the guy has feelings for Ty. May the best win ... Or better... May Ty make the best choice!

Austin! Yeah, no one will convince me that Austin doesn't have the hots for Ty, he just doesn't know how to say it

 

[Anime2]

Dudes -- please understand this is "fiction" and the story is already written by the author.

Dude what’s your problem is there an issue

 

[sunandfun]

Dude what’s your problem is there an issue

hmm.. i don't understand your reply. this is a fictional story. ..already finalized by the author. any comments or critiques are useless for this story.

 

[Anime2]

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 11: One fucking hot summer! (Part 2)

“What? Where, in another prison? No way!”

My heart skipped a bit, he could not be leaving!

“Jesus, calm down, Ty. I meant, from this job. Starting next week, I’ll work in the kitchen.”

This was less of a bad news but it was not great either. My afternoons in the laundry room with Kurtis were the best part of my life in prison (if not the only enjoyable part) and I did not have great memories with the previous co-worker I had there. Stupid Frenchy.

“Well, fuck! Can we do something about it?”

“That’s cool, Ty, we’ll keep on training and hanging together. I don’t mind going to the kitchen. Some of Romano people work there but I’m not scared of them”

I was a bit hurt that it was not that important for him. I did not show my disappointment.

“I guess… I’m just worried about who would come here at your place.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you can find anyone who will be as good as me at throwing laundry in the machines!” He smiled.

“Sure. Not even mentioning your super folding style!” I mocked him.

He threw a dirty underwear at my face.

“Careful Jensen, last time a guy did that to me, he ended up with my fist up his nose.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I have not thought this through! Please, do not beat me up!”

He said, pretending to be scared, putting his hands in front of his face.

We were both laughing at this point, and kindly, he picked up the underwear he had thrown. I got a good look of his teddy bear tattoo.

“By the way, what is this tattoo all about? Did you get it done when you were six? Or when you were a girl?” I asked him, still laughing.

I regretted my joke immediately though, as his face changed drastically. There was his gloomy attitude again. The one that he had shown when his early release’s request had been rejected a few months back.

“You don’t like it?” He said, seriously.

“I just find it surprising, that’s all. You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to, I was just wondering.”

He sat down against a laundry machine which was still turning and I sat beside him. We were both in our white tank tops this time, our bare arms were touching each other. I enjoyed this, thinking it would be one of the last times we could be so intimate with one another since he would leave this laundry job soon.

“Can you keep a secret, Ty?”

Kurtis asked very seriously, his greyish blueish eyes staring at me. I was melting, and not only because of the summer heat.

“I can.”

I answered with the same level of seriousness. Since I brought up the tattoo, the atmosphere had completely shifted. Kurtis was breathing heavily.

“That tattoo is for my little sister.”

“Oh, you have a little sister? That’s so…”

He cut me off:

“I had. She passed away. Four years ago, she was much younger than me. She was still a child.”

His face was expressionless. We had gone from a playful conversation to the worst thing I had ever heard in my life in just a few seconds. Despite of my shock, I tried to keep my composure.

“I… I’m so sorry, Kurtis. I’m sorry I asked about the tattoo.”

“Don’t be. I did it a few months after she had been killed. A drunk driver. He ran over her, it destroyed everything. My parents. Me. Our lives were all over. The tattoo is a reproduction of her favourite teddy bear. Well, I assume you have guessed that. Nothing else matters really, except for this.”

I did not expect that, at all. The abrupt way he was going about telling all of this was also destabilizing. I used to be a shrink; I should have dealt with that information with more ease but I was really taken aback. Truthfully, I could have broken down in tears but for obvious reasons, I had to remain strong there.

“The tattoo is beautiful, Kurtis.” I finally said.

He smiled at me, tears in his eyes. Why did he have finally decided to share this with me? I could not tell.

Then, his face was all serious again when he told me:

“My dad had a gun at his place. I went to get it. I was not the type of guys to get screwed over or to take shit without defending myself but I had never used a gun. Ever. I went to the driver’s place. I shot him.”

I gasped. I could not help it this time.

“He did not die.” Kurtis continued. “I was not very good at aiming, and I was shaking all over. When I got to his house, his wife and kids were there. That threw me off, a lot. I still took my shot; I had made a promise to myself but it was… It was just a big mess.”

His voice broke.

That was why he was locked in-here then. Damn! My sex / love story with my drug-dealer patient seemed so ridiculous now.

“Kurtis… I… Frankly, I’m not sure what to say.”

“The guy did not die but he was hurt. Badly. He went to the hospital. A fucking alcoholic he was. What I did just destroyed my family even more cause now, I was to be sent to prison. I had used my dad’s firearm and it made the whole thing so much worse.” A tear fell down his cheek.

“Everyone can snap. Everyone. And you had all reasons to.” I sighed. “Fuck, that’s some heavy shit.”

“Right…”

I pulled my arm around him, and for once, I was the one comforting him. He did not really cry though; he just laid his head on my shoulder.

We did not talk for long minutes after that. What was there to say? But we did something else. As we were still hugging on the floor, against the laundry machines, he looked up at me. He was beautiful. His eyes of course. But his lips also. Without overthinking it, I leant in for a kiss.

He kissed me back.

That kiss was four months in the making and I got chills all over my body as I felt his tongue becoming one with mine. He gently pushed me back against the laundry machine and kissed me more passionately. My mind was exploding. What the fuck did I just do?!

I was holding his back, so strong, so muscular. I wanted to lick his neck, his entire body, but I could not leave his mouth. It was just too good. It lasted for a few minutes but I wanted it to continue for hours. I put my hand underneath his tank top (he was wearing one this time) to feel his bare skin.

What if someone caught us? Truthfully, I could not care. In the moment, I did not think one second about Foster, Davis or Falcon walking in.

He did the same to me, his hands started to caress me all over, elevating the excitement a few notches at every touch. I felt them on my crotch, of course, I was fully hard already. I removed his undershirt and kept on kissing him. When I revealed his perfect body, I took a second to look at it, to worship it.

“Kurtis…” I whispered.

“I want you.” He simply said.

These three words were enough. We threw ourselves at each other again and kissed even more passionately if that was even possible.

He licked my neck, my ears. I loved that. I went for his chest. It felt salty. Delicious. I felt his hard bulge against me, we were still on the floor but then, he lifted me up. He held me in his arms and got me to sit on the folding table. He was standing before me, shirtless. A God.

He licked his lips. Jeez, why did he have to do that? It was so fucking hot!

He took off my top and lied me down against the table, throwing away the laundry that was still on it. We had so carefully folded those pants! He then climbed on top of me, on the table, and started to suck on my sensitive nipples.

I was in paradise. I started moaning.

“I want you too…” I whispered in the air.

He went back in my mouth. We played with our saliva. He spat on my nipples and returned to give them some more attention. That’s all they needed. He bit them.

“Fuck, Kurtis…. Mmmm.”

He went lower, he was kissing my abs. The ones he helped me so hard to define. He undid my pants. Shit, that was getting real. I let him. He took off my pants and I was there, in my boxers and socks, my dick poking out of my underwear, already dripping with precum.

He rubbed his face against my crotch, my groin, my inner thighs. He was smelling me and licking me. He wanted me so bad. How long had it been since he was thinking about this? Kissing me, touching me, fucking me?

I could have cummed right away. The Adonis was taking care of every inch of my body. It was better than any of the fantasy I had come up with in my head. And yet, God knows I had spent hours and hours dreaming of this moment!

He slid down my underwear, freeing my dick, already throbbing and precumming. He kissed me again, this time, it was a bit raw. He made me lick his fingers. I loved that but suddenly, that hit me.

That was Griffin’s move.

Fuck!

He moved away from the table to take off his own pants. He was stripping in front of me. No, he was stripping for me. The show was amazing. His dick was perfect. It was hard, big, juicy, beautiful, his foreskin was being pulled away to reveal his dickhead. More than 8 inches, maybe even 9? Damn. Pearls of cum were being created at each stroke.

I knelt down.

“You want to suck me?” He asked.

Of course, I wanted only that!

“What do you think?”

I said, licking his dick head, feeling his warm male juice under my tongue. It was electrifying.

“Mmmm…” He moaned.

I put the tip of his dick in my mouth. It was really thick. His precum tasted so fucking good. I rubbed his balls – they seemed full and ready to explode. I was in a daze.

“You like that?” I asked him, looking up at his face. There was no doubt he was enjoying this very much but it still felt good to ask.

He just grunted and put his right hand behind my head.

“I don’t want just sex.” He mumbled.

I was a bit taken aback by that comment. I looked above me as I was licking his balls, his meaty dick in the way, I could not see his eyes.

He put his fingers once again in my mouth while he kept talking.

“I want you. All of you. I want to be with you.”

He said, breathing heavily, looking at me with a strange intensity. He was not playing around.

Fuck! Why was he telling me this while doing the exact move I had always identified with Griffin?! This was too confusing for me.

For the life of me, I cannot help myself from talking sometimes. In the list of the worst things to say when you’re about to have sex with someone, I would put what I said next in one of the very top places:

“I’m engaged.” I blurted out.

He pulled his fingers away from my mouth.

“What?”

“I… I’m engaged… with another man.” I said, more clearly.

Kurtis’ eyes widened largely and he took two steps back, hitting the machines behind him. His dick was still pointing towards me, but now, a foot away from my face, from my eager mouth.

“You’re fucking kidding me, Ty? Tell me, you’re kidding!”

Damn my life… If only I was!

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Only Tyler would get himself into this mess ohh god loool

 

[Anime2]

Poor Ty, for once, he was trying to do the right thing! ahah

Hahahahahaha this is Tyler doing the right thing lmao. To be fair he had no choice I guess if they become a couple when he leaves it will be a bigger mess.

Shit now Kurtis knows Tyler is gay like actually gay not just getting with Kurtis to pass the time or because a ‘bro’ connection