My First Year in Prison (Erotic gay drama)
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Just like Xander, I am dyyyyyying!! ahahah
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Noooo! We all , and everybody in the jail, loved Xander! WHY??? I mean, it might sound silly, but if he had died before the wedding, the sting would have hurt a little less :'(
Now, while I was reading about Kurtis, I was like "Oh no, he cannot die!!" I guess this situation makes me stop hating him. Still, he got a bit of the punishment I craved for him LOL! Now, they have to get together! And what about: "My First Year as a parent" with Kurtis and a happy family? I don't want Ty's story to ever end! ♥
Now, while I was reading about Kurtis, I was like "Oh no, he cannot die!!" I guess this situation makes me stop hating him. Still, he got a bit of the punishment I craved for him LOL! Now, they have to get together! And what about: "My First Year as a parent" with Kurtis and a happy family? I don't want Ty's story to ever end! ♥
I think Tyler has some more growing to do before becoming a parent!
But again, the story is not over yet, 6 more chapters are coming and more twists and turns.
Atp I think Ty is gonna end up marrying Foster lmfao
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 19: Death, grief and libido. (Part 1)
Shock.
A lot of things were happening in the following days. Enquiries. Transfers. Fights. The world was spinning around me. People were crying, screaming, breaking down. But I was not there. I had been struck by lightning. Who was still there? Who was dead? Who was sent to maximum security prison?
Who fucking cared?
Journalists were waiting outside of the prison. We could not go out. We could see a therapist. What a fucking joke, especially for me, I knew all the tricks in the book already. Guard Foster was nowhere to be seen but he was alive. Falcon was still there though. After everything, unbelievable! The warden too.
More guards had come to keep us under control. We were dangerous wild animals, we needed more containment, more rules, more punishments. The prison could not allow any other “riot”. Again, what a joke!
Ryan, Janice, Austin, all of them tried to see me, to contact me. We were in full locked down. I did not mind. I did not want to talk to anyone.
Seven inmates were dead.
Romano. He was the first to go down.
Another one of his goons, the one so quick to turn a piece of glass into a cutter. That did not help him this time. Dead on the floor.
Big Pepe was gone too. Apparently, he fought like a bear, he took multiple shots before collapsing. For what?
One of his close allies died too. I cannot remember his name.
An elderly inmate was not shot but got injured while it was pure chaos and never recovered from it.
And Xander. I learned later that he was the last one that Kim shot, he tried to reason him until the very end. Xander did everything he could to stop the blood bath. He succeeded in a way. He was Kim’s last victim.
Once Kim had shot Xander, he turned back the gun to his own head and killed himself. It was over.
Ray and Kurtis were at the hospital. At least, that was what we heard; we had no actual news of them. Ray had been shot. Trevor was still there but he was completely mute. I feared for his well-being and mental state. It looked like he could snap too. Or maybe I did not really care anymore.
Again, I was not really there. This was not really me. I could not have been involved with something like that. It was a story from the news or a movie, not my life.
These sorts of things happened to others, not to nerdy Tyler Braxton.
My ankle and calves were hurting so bad, I was mostly stuck in my bed. Ralph was bringing me stuff to eat from the cafeteria. How was he holding on? Xander was his best friend before he was mine. How was he not mad at me? I had fucked with Will. The enemy. It had set everything in motion. Ralph was a fucking rock.
Will had been transferred to another prison. Why some of the inmates were being transferred, enquired, and others remained in their cells? I had no idea. I did not want to know. Our prison normally welcomed small drug dealers, first timers in jail, people involved in robbery or meth-heads, most of us had never been involved in an actual gun shooting before.
To a certain extent, everyone, guards and inmates alike, were under severe shock.
Denial.
I could not think about what had happened. I could not process it. I was a therapist, I knew what grief was, I knew that I had to confront myself to my feelings. But I was doing everything that I could not to think about Xander, even though he was probably in my mind 24/7.
The nights were worse than the days. The odour of blood. The noise of the shots. Everything was coming back, no matter how hard I was fighting to push it down.
Every time a clear thought of Xander came into my mind, him getting married, hugging me, lying dead on the floor, it would make me physically hurt. I would crawl to our shared toilets and puked.
I got prescribed anti-depressants. I knew how strong they were, I took them anyway, I wanted to be knocked down. The administration was more than happy to provide them to us. Guards had been attacked. Inmates were dead.
They would rather have zombies to handle than inmates with actual feelings… and worse, anger!
You might think that the mass-shooting was a huge scandal with a large impact in the country, but after a few days, the journalists left as quickly as they had arrived. Convicts were dead. Worthless people. Who seriously gave a fuck?
After a few days, I had Ryan over the phone. He was crying. We were approaching Christmas, Mallory was about to give birth but he wanted to be there, with me. He had called a bunch of lawyers, he said I should get out of there, it was too dangerous. He was terrified for me. I listened. I said that I was fine, I had only a couple more months to go through, the end was near.
I went back to my cell. I had crotches. I was about to think about Xander again and I took more anti-depressants. Was I convincing to Ryan? I mean, I was convincing myself that I could supress the pain away. Maybe he believed me too. I doubt it.
I learned to go to a place in my mind where Xander was still with us. I was out of the prison, having fun with him and Austin. Everything was good. They were both shirtless, we were playing soccer. That is weird, I never played soccer in my life but in that fantasy, I was. Xander scored a goal and Austin hugged him. Why did Austin take so much place in that fantasy?
If I focused long enough, I could fully convince myself that Xander was not dead but he was on the top bed above me, just like always. This fantasy was easy to entertain because Trevor was still sleeping on the mattress on the floor, he had never made the move to use Xander’s bed. Fernando and Ralph were occupying the bunk bed besides me. It could only mean that Xander was still above me too! Right?
Glenn was transported out of the prison a couple of weeks after the events. He had started a hunger strike. Why? What did he think he could achieve with that? Letting himself die.
I judged him for doing so. I thought he was weak. He could not handle what had happened, he had not found the perfect coping mechanism that I was smart enough to have put in place. I was fine. I was eating. I was not breaking down.
Daddy Ray came back to the prison. His first day back, he broke down and apologized to everyone. He was losing it, sobbing on the floor. Trevor came out of his long silence to help his dad out. I looked at the scene with a weird sensation. Maybe something had really happened.
I came back to my cell and I puked again. I had lost some weight.
Maybe I was not fine after-all.
Where the hell was Kurtis?
Anger.
Foster quit. He never came back to prison. He had brought his firearm in. He had let Kim use it. And now, like a coward, my heartthrob of a guard was gone.
Glenn was gone too. He had lost too much weight. What good was his hunger strike doing? Stupid reaction. Will it bring them all to life? Would we even want that? Romano was better dead than alive if you want my opinion.
I was mad.
Ralph was too, but him, he could let go off his anger. He was throwing himself in the gym. He spent hours and hours in there, getting even bigger than he already was. Fernando was smoking outside. And I was stuck with Trevor in our cell most of the time. My fucking ankle would not heal. Trevor was crying like a little child, often and loudly. He was worse than his dad.
“Would you fucking stop crying?” I said to Trevor the night before Christmas Eve.
“I’m sorry.” He replied, looking at me with his puppy eyes.
I thought about it all for a long time and I had made my decision. Trevor was responsible for what had happened. It was so much easier this way.
“You really needed to take these drugs, eh? I hope you’re happy with what you did.” I told him, coldly.
His face became white. It was so unfair for me to say that. He was not responsible for the shooting. Or maybe he was. We all were. He stopped crying though. But he left his mattress on the floor and took Xander’s bed instead.
I was proposed a couple more times to see the shrink. Ironic when you know how good of a therapist, I was. I refused to go back.
The day before Christmas, on the 24th, families had been allowed to come inside the prison. Ryan and Austin came together. I was awful with them. I blamed them for not doing enough to get me out of there, (after I had told them not to do anything or rock the boat a few days before…), I blamed them for not understanding what I was going through, I blamed them for being free. They took my anger in and they did not let go of me.
I will be eternally grateful for them.
They had seen me at my worse and they stood there, by my side. Ryan took me in his arms for a long time and I cried, maybe for 20 minutes straight. Austin was caressing my back at the same time.
Merry Christmas!
Bargaining.
I know this must be tough to read. It is tough to write too. It is very challenging to describe the way I felt at the time.
In a sense, I do not see the point of writing pages and pages on this trauma but I do not want to sugar coat it either. I mean, I am already softening it, in a way. I tell this story about mourning as if it was a quick process, going through one phase to another, but it was not. It was a long and tedious process, with a lot of back and forth, and it was happening in the worst possible conditions. I am not even sure I am done with it today, years later.
But there was light at the end of the tunnel.
Kurtis came back. After three weeks at the hospital. One afternoon, I was furiously writing incoherent stuff on a pad, my anger was more and more focused towards the prison’s system and I was drafting inconsistent pleadings against the administration. The warden Deen had kept his fucking job. I thought that if I could tear down the system, then maybe, just maybe Xander would not have died for nothing. I turned around, and Kurtis was there, smiling faintly. He looked ok. As ok as he could.
He was my saviour.
Not only because he literally saved me from the bullets, but because he gave me back my sanity during this grieving period. He offered me a safe place in this prison. A small miracle.
We did not talk much. I realized that maybe Kurtis had been less talkative since his little sister had died, because since the shooting, I had way less things to say. Everything seemed futile, pointless.
We spent all of our time together, we did not kiss, at least not at the beginning, but we cuddled. In front of the guards, the inmates. Once he was back in prison, I fell into his arms and I did not let go. He needed me too. He was often caressing and smelling my hair. From this point on, we were each other’s safe place.
I told him about my plan to get the prison’s system down, he said that it would not bring Xander back to life, I did not reply but lay my head on his bare chest. Sometimes, I was playing with the hair of his treasure’s trail.
Kurtis reminded me that I was set to go out soon and that I could not lose my energy trying to fight those battles. According to him, I just needed to get the hell out of here. But out of prison meant out of his arms and it was the only place where I felt ok…
Guilt.
One month after the shooting, my legs were feeling better. The prison was back to a semi normal rhythm, new inmates had replaced those who were gone. Falcon was making himself discreet. The warden was no longer asking me favours. We were more closely monitored.
It was time for me to face my true feelings.
Obviously, the most present one was guilt. I felt responsible. I was a therapist. I had seen how distraught Kim was. I could tell that he was slowly but surely sinking into darkness. I did nothing.
Not only that, I was at the start of the chain of events, fucking with Will, not fighting him over the drugs he was bringing inside the prison, which ineluctably led to Ray’s losing his mind and to the shooting.
If I had not been there, none of this would have happened. Xander and Mindy would be a married couple.
I apologized to Trevor first. He was 18 and I was soon to be 29 at that point. He was a kid, I was not. The things I had told him were unfair and frankly disgusting. I hoped he would be ok out of there. He said he wanted to show a good example for his little brother. Trevor was so much more alike his father than he realized.
I apologized to Austin and to Ryan next. I told them how grateful I was to have them in my life, how sorry I was for everything I had put them through. I told them that I loved them both so much.
I finally went to see the damn prison shrink. He told me the guilt I was feeling was a weight, a useless weight. I did not hold the gun. I did not bring drugs into the prison. I was not responsible for taking care of Kim’s mental health.
The prison was.
I went back to my drafting and I started to write more consistent stuff about all the times the prison system had failed us. That helped.
Depression.
While I was finally processing the events, the severity of what had happened hit me in the face as if it had just happened. That was when the depression started. I knew it was depression, I also knew it was a normal and even necessary stage of grief but I could not do anything about it.
I did not even try to take anti-depressants that time. I knew that I had to acknowledge what had happened. I needed to feel it. But feeling it meant that I was stuck in my bed, not physically this time, but mentally, I could simply no longer move.
It was Kurtis who was coming in my bunk bed now, and feeding me. The others inmates were worried for me. While everyone had seemingly returned to a more normal life (as normal as life can be in prison), I was burying myself deeper in a hole. Except that I was not. I just needed to feel what I was feeling.
It was in that strange state that Kurtis and I made love for the first time.
We were alone in my cell. It was the middle of the afternoon. He was holding me, as he always was, our legs were tangled together on the very small bed. And suddenly, I felt something that I had not felt in more than a month. My dick getting hard.
MY LIBIDO WAS FREAKING BACK!
I turned around to face Kurtis, he was mindlessly caressing me, he seemed lost in his thoughts. I kissed him. For the first time since we shared that kiss in the laundry room, months prior, in another lifetime it seemed. Our lips met, then our tongues, and at the same time, I felt his dick getting hard against my thighs.
[Chapter 19 continues below]
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 19: Death, grief and libido. (Part 1)
Shock.
A lot of things were happening in the following days. Enquiries. Transfers. Fights. The world was spinning around me. People were crying, screaming, breaking down. But I was not there. I had been struck by lightning. Who was still there? Who was dead? Who was sent to maximum security prison?
Who fucking cared?
Journalists were waiting outside of the prison. We could not go out. We could see a therapist. What a fucking joke, especially for me, I knew all the tricks in the book already. Guard Foster was nowhere to be seen but he was alive. Falcon was still there though. After everything, unbelievable! The warden too.
More guards had come to keep us under control. We were dangerous wild animals, we needed more containment, more rules, more punishments. The prison could not allow any other “riot”. Again, what a joke!
Ryan, Janice, Austin, all of them tried to see me, to contact me. We were in full locked down. I did not mind. I did not want to talk to anyone.
Seven inmates were dead.
Romano. He was the first to go down.
Another one of his goons, the one so quick to turn a piece of glass into a cutter. That did not help him this time. Dead on the floor.
Big Pepe was gone too. Apparently, he fought like a bear, he took multiple shots before collapsing. For what?
One of his close allies died too. I cannot remember his name.
An elderly inmate was not shot but got injured while it was pure chaos and never recovered from it.
And Xander. I learned later that he was the last one that Kim shot, he tried to reason him until the very end. Xander did everything he could to stop the blood bath. He succeeded in a way. He was Kim’s last victim.
Once Kim had shot Xander, he turned back the gun to his own head and killed himself. It was over.
Ray and Kurtis were at the hospital. At least, that was what we heard; we had no actual news of them. Ray had been shot. Trevor was still there but he was completely mute. I feared for his well-being and mental state. It looked like he could snap too. Or maybe I did not really care anymore.
Again, I was not really there. This was not really me. I could not have been involved with something like that. It was a story from the news or a movie, not my life.
These sorts of things happened to others, not to nerdy Tyler Braxton.
My ankle and calves were hurting so bad, I was mostly stuck in my bed. Ralph was bringing me stuff to eat from the cafeteria. How was he holding on? Xander was his best friend before he was mine. How was he not mad at me? I had fucked with Will. The enemy. It had set everything in motion. Ralph was a fucking rock.
Will had been transferred to another prison. Why some of the inmates were being transferred, enquired, and others remained in their cells? I had no idea. I did not want to know. Our prison normally welcomed small drug dealers, first timers in jail, people involved in robbery or meth-heads, most of us had never been involved in an actual gun shooting before.
To a certain extent, everyone, guards and inmates alike, were under severe shock.
Denial.
I could not think about what had happened. I could not process it. I was a therapist, I knew what grief was, I knew that I had to confront myself to my feelings. But I was doing everything that I could not to think about Xander, even though he was probably in my mind 24/7.
The nights were worse than the days. The odour of blood. The noise of the shots. Everything was coming back, no matter how hard I was fighting to push it down.
Every time a clear thought of Xander came into my mind, him getting married, hugging me, lying dead on the floor, it would make me physically hurt. I would crawl to our shared toilets and puked.
I got prescribed anti-depressants. I knew how strong they were, I took them anyway, I wanted to be knocked down. The administration was more than happy to provide them to us. Guards had been attacked. Inmates were dead.
They would rather have zombies to handle than inmates with actual feelings… and worse, anger!
You might think that the mass-shooting was a huge scandal with a large impact in the country, but after a few days, the journalists left as quickly as they had arrived. Convicts were dead. Worthless people. Who seriously gave a fuck?
After a few days, I had Ryan over the phone. He was crying. We were approaching Christmas, Mallory was about to give birth but he wanted to be there, with me. He had called a bunch of lawyers, he said I should get out of there, it was too dangerous. He was terrified for me. I listened. I said that I was fine, I had only a couple more months to go through, the end was near.
I went back to my cell. I had crotches. I was about to think about Xander again and I took more anti-depressants. Was I convincing to Ryan? I mean, I was convincing myself that I could supress the pain away. Maybe he believed me too. I doubt it.
I learned to go to a place in my mind where Xander was still with us. I was out of the prison, having fun with him and Austin. Everything was good. They were both shirtless, we were playing soccer. That is weird, I never played soccer in my life but in that fantasy, I was. Xander scored a goal and Austin hugged him. Why did Austin take so much place in that fantasy?
If I focused long enough, I could fully convince myself that Xander was not dead but he was on the top bed above me, just like always. This fantasy was easy to entertain because Trevor was still sleeping on the mattress on the floor, he had never made the move to use Xander’s bed. Fernando and Ralph were occupying the bunk bed besides me. It could only mean that Xander was still above me too! Right?
Glenn was transported out of the prison a couple of weeks after the events. He had started a hunger strike. Why? What did he think he could achieve with that? Letting himself die.
I judged him for doing so. I thought he was weak. He could not handle what had happened, he had not found the perfect coping mechanism that I was smart enough to have put in place. I was fine. I was eating. I was not breaking down.
Daddy Ray came back to the prison. His first day back, he broke down and apologized to everyone. He was losing it, sobbing on the floor. Trevor came out of his long silence to help his dad out. I looked at the scene with a weird sensation. Maybe something had really happened.
I came back to my cell and I puked again. I had lost some weight.
Maybe I was not fine after-all.
Where the hell was Kurtis?
Anger.
Foster quit. He never came back to prison. He had brought his firearm in. He had let Kim use it. And now, like a coward, my heartthrob of a guard was gone.
Glenn was gone too. He had lost too much weight. What good was his hunger strike doing? Stupid reaction. Will it bring them all to life? Would we even want that? Romano was better dead than alive if you want my opinion.
I was mad.
Ralph was too, but him, he could let go off his anger. He was throwing himself in the gym. He spent hours and hours in there, getting even bigger than he already was. Fernando was smoking outside. And I was stuck with Trevor in our cell most of the time. My fucking ankle would not heal. Trevor was crying like a little child, often and loudly. He was worse than his dad.
“Would you fucking stop crying?” I said to Trevor the night before Christmas Eve.
“I’m sorry.” He replied, looking at me with his puppy eyes.
I thought about it all for a long time and I had made my decision. Trevor was responsible for what had happened. It was so much easier this way.
“You really needed to take these drugs, eh? I hope you’re happy with what you did.” I told him, coldly.
His face became white. It was so unfair for me to say that. He was not responsible for the shooting. Or maybe he was. We all were. He stopped crying though. But he left his mattress on the floor and took Xander’s bed instead.
I was proposed a couple more times to see the shrink. Ironic when you know how good of a therapist, I was. I refused to go back.
The day before Christmas, on the 24th, families had been allowed to come inside the prison. Ryan and Austin came together. I was awful with them. I blamed them for not doing enough to get me out of there, (after I had told them not to do anything or rock the boat a few days before…), I blamed them for not understanding what I was going through, I blamed them for being free. They took my anger in and they did not let go of me.
I will be eternally grateful for them.
They had seen me at my worse and they stood there, by my side. Ryan took me in his arms for a long time and I cried, maybe for 20 minutes straight. Austin was caressing my back at the same time.
Merry Christmas!
Bargaining.
I know this must be tough to read. It is tough to write too. It is very challenging to describe the way I felt at the time.
In a sense, I do not see the point of writing pages and pages on this trauma but I do not want to sugar coat it either. I mean, I am already softening it, in a way. I tell this story about mourning as if it was a quick process, going through one phase to another, but it was not. It was a long and tedious process, with a lot of back and forth, and it was happening in the worst possible conditions. I am not even sure I am done with it today, years later.
But there was light at the end of the tunnel.
Kurtis came back. After three weeks at the hospital. One afternoon, I was furiously writing incoherent stuff on a pad, my anger was more and more focused towards the prison’s system and I was drafting inconsistent pleadings against the administration. The warden Deen had kept his fucking job. I thought that if I could tear down the system, then maybe, just maybe Xander would not have died for nothing. I turned around, and Kurtis was there, smiling faintly. He looked ok. As ok as he could.
He was my saviour.
Not only because he literally saved me from the bullets, but because he gave me back my sanity during this grieving period. He offered me a safe place in this prison. A small miracle.
We did not talk much. I realized that maybe Kurtis had been less talkative since his little sister had died, because since the shooting, I had way less things to say. Everything seemed futile, pointless.
We spent all of our time together, we did not kiss, at least not at the beginning, but we cuddled. In front of the guards, the inmates. Once he was back in prison, I fell into his arms and I did not let go. He needed me too. He was often caressing and smelling my hair. From this point on, we were each other’s safe place.
I told him about my plan to get the prison’s system down, he said that it would not bring Xander back to life, I did not reply but lay my head on his bare chest. Sometimes, I was playing with the hair of his treasure’s trail.
Kurtis reminded me that I was set to go out soon and that I could not lose my energy trying to fight those battles. According to him, I just needed to get the hell out of here. But out of prison meant out of his arms and it was the only place where I felt ok…
Guilt.
One month after the shooting, my legs were feeling better. The prison was back to a semi normal rhythm, new inmates had replaced those who were gone. Falcon was making himself discreet. The warden was no longer asking me favours. We were more closely monitored.
It was time for me to face my true feelings.
Obviously, the most present one was guilt. I felt responsible. I was a therapist. I had seen how distraught Kim was. I could tell that he was slowly but surely sinking into darkness. I did nothing.
Not only that, I was at the start of the chain of events, fucking with Will, not fighting him over the drugs he was bringing inside the prison, which ineluctably led to Ray’s losing his mind and to the shooting.
If I had not been there, none of this would have happened. Xander and Mindy would be a married couple.
I apologized to Trevor first. He was 18 and I was soon to be 29 at that point. He was a kid, I was not. The things I had told him were unfair and frankly disgusting. I hoped he would be ok out of there. He said he wanted to show a good example for his little brother. Trevor was so much more alike his father than he realized.
I apologized to Austin and to Ryan next. I told them how grateful I was to have them in my life, how sorry I was for everything I had put them through. I told them that I loved them both so much.
I finally went to see the damn prison shrink. He told me the guilt I was feeling was a weight, a useless weight. I did not hold the gun. I did not bring drugs into the prison. I was not responsible for taking care of Kim’s mental health.
The prison was.
I went back to my drafting and I started to write more consistent stuff about all the times the prison system had failed us. That helped.
Depression.
While I was finally processing the events, the severity of what had happened hit me in the face as if it had just happened. That was when the depression started. I knew it was depression, I also knew it was a normal and even necessary stage of grief but I could not do anything about it.
I did not even try to take anti-depressants that time. I knew that I had to acknowledge what had happened. I needed to feel it. But feeling it meant that I was stuck in my bed, not physically this time, but mentally, I could simply no longer move.
It was Kurtis who was coming in my bunk bed now, and feeding me. The others inmates were worried for me. While everyone had seemingly returned to a more normal life (as normal as life can be in prison), I was burying myself deeper in a hole. Except that I was not. I just needed to feel what I was feeling.
It was in that strange state that Kurtis and I made love for the first time.
We were alone in my cell. It was the middle of the afternoon. He was holding me, as he always was, our legs were tangled together on the very small bed. And suddenly, I felt something that I had not felt in more than a month. My dick getting hard.
MY LIBIDO WAS FREAKING BACK!
I turned around to face Kurtis, he was mindlessly caressing me, he seemed lost in his thoughts. I kissed him. For the first time since we shared that kiss in the laundry room, months prior, in another lifetime it seemed. Our lips met, then our tongues, and at the same time, I felt his dick getting hard against my thighs.
[Chapter 19 continues below]
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 19: Death, grief and libido. (Part 2)
“You’re sure you want that?” He whispered, his hand in my hair.
“I’m sure, Kurtis. I only want that.”
We kissed passionately. I felt our two bodies heating, maybe healing, one another. It became more intense; his tongue would come out of my mouth to run down my neck. When Kurtis got tired of my neck, he took off my undershirt so he could slide down towards my shoulder, and lowers, to lick my nipples.
“Mmmmm.” I moaned.
He spat on my nipples. He had a grin on his face. I had not felt this good in months.
I was caressing his back at the same time. I licked his neck too. His teddy bear tattoo. I removed his tank top and I kissed the little scars on his shoulders, hoping I could fix them with my lips. We kissed full mouth again, our chests firmly glued together.
The other inmates and the guards had gotten used to see us attached at the hip since Kurtis had gotten back from the hospital. Nobody dared to say anything, or maybe nobody cared. But this was something else, if we were caught now, kissing, caressing, humping each other, we could get in real trouble.
But his lips were my cure, his biceps were my medicine, his body was my salvation.
We made out like this for a good ten minutes before we took off our pants. We were both hard as fucking rocks. Believe it or not, I had not jerked off since the mass-shooting, more than a month without touching myself, a personal record since my teenage years!
It was not difficult to do though, nothing would get me hard, but now, it was reliving again. My dick was throbbing again. Why at that instant? I did not know, nor care.
The bed was so tight, we really had to be glued to each other not to fall but he was holding me tight, while giving me a hand job threw my boxer briefs.
“This feels so good.” I whispered in his ear.
I had one of my hands on his ass, I had slipped it through the fabric of his boxer briefs. I grabbed his right ass cheek. He grabbed mine, his other hand had found his way to my dick, inside of my underwear. He was now stroking it.
“So fucking good.” He said in an echo.
He moved his hands from my underwear to grab my hair and kissed me again. I felt his spit running down my chin. We were both grunting like animals. We were rubbing our cocks. I did not want to cum so soon but I could already feel my dick throbbing and precumming. I took off his underwear.
The both of us lying in that small bed was getting complicated. I got out and Kurtis looked at me with the most adorable confused eyes.
“Don’t go.” He mumbled.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I knelt down at the bed and I grabbed his cock to fully stroke it.
“Fuck…” He moaned.
“You like it?”
“Kiss it.” He ordered.
I smiled at him. Damn, his beautiful eyes, they were a shade of blue in the summer but in the winter, they were greyer. I got closer to his dick. I had been wanting it for nine months. The contact with my lips sent heatwaves in my whole body.
I kissed his dickhead as if I was kissing his mouth, then I used my tongue, bathing it with my spit. I wanted to make this last. Before taking it fully in my mouth – well, if only I could, it was so fucking big… and thick, -, my tongue licked it on the side, from the head to his balls, I went through every inch.
8.6 inches. A dick worth worshipping, worth loving, worth committing too.
I spent some time on his balls, with my hands and with my mouth. I smelled him too. A musky manly scent. I wanted it all. None of this was planned. He was not trimmed and I have rarely seen him that hairy. He had not showered either. To be real, I loved his smell. I kissed and swallowed his balls.
Kurtis was putting his own hand underneath the underwear that I was still wearing. He was trying but not achieving to reach my ass from his position, he was lying on the bed naked and I was taking care of his cock leaning forward.
I did not want to let go of that beautiful shaft for one second but I had to. I had to take off my boxer briefs to help him out: he needed to see my ass. I wanted him to take a good look, making him hornier than he already was. That ass was his to take anyway.
Finally, I spat on his cock and put the dickhead in my mouth. Slowly, I went further, deeper, feeling the taste of his shaft more distinctively each additional inch that I was swallowing. His precum filled my mouth and soon my throat. His cock was so big, I had a mouth full. I loved this sensation.
I kept playing with his balls in my hands. I could hear him moaning, his body was shaking too. I almost choked and I had to let go of that magnificent dick. There was so much precum sliding now. I had not been able to deepthroat it.
“You’re ok, babe?” Kurtis asked.
I kissed him as an answer. He tasted his own precum.
I went back to his dick, bobbing up and down. I needed more of his meat; I was fucking hungry and disappointed with myself! I made him change position so he was now sitting down, facing me on the bed.
I was kneeling between his legs and I started to blow him. I was going back and forth, always pushing myself to go deeper and deeper. I had dealt with monster cocks in the past, I could swallow that one. Kurtis had to stop me from time to time, I knew that he was about to cum.
I looked around while he was trying to calm down, our cell was not locked, anyone could enter. Ralph, Fernando, Trevor, a guard… I went back on Kurtis’ cock, holding on his hairy muscular thighs to have a better balance. I felt it tap against my throat, I gagged, spurting tons of saliva on the base of his cock and balls.
My eyes were crying. I wanted to go even further, swallowed it all. Kurtis wiped the tears of my face. He then caressed my nipples, it gave me a crazy sensation, I thought I was about to burst.
“You’re going to make me cum.” I spoke.
“You’re the one saying that! You realize what you’ve been doing to me!” He replied, semi-laughing, pointing at his veiny cock, dripping wet with my saliva.
I realized that I must have a lot of spit and precum in my mouth because bubbles came out when I smiled back at him. I spat back on his dick and I continued my deepthroat. This time, I managed to swallow it all.
It felt like I hit the jackpot when my nose buried itself in his thick pubes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He was mumbling incoherently on top of me.
Then, at one point, he grabbed my hair and got me away from his tool. I wanted more of his dick but he could not handle it without exploding anymore. He pushed me on Fernando’s bed and started sucking me.
Just the nipple play had sent me to the edge, with his big juicy lips bobbing on my dick, I knew I would not last long. Seeing that hot alpha guy on his knees for me, just that, it would have been enough to make me cum!
I tried to think of depressing things. Shit, I had a lot to think about! Death, drama, trauma! But nothing did the trick, Kurtis was too good with working his tongue on me.
But I had a plan to last longer. He could fest on something else.
I moved myself further against the wall and put my legs up in the hair.
He had a devilish look in his eyes when my tight anus winked at him. Just a natural reaction. Probably my hole had recognized his master.
“Eat me.” I ordered. I hoped Kurtis was as hungry as I was!
I did not have to repeat myself; his wet tongue was already buried deep in my hole. I let go of a loud moan. People would hear it. Fuck them all! I was in a bliss; Kurtis was eating my ass.
When I looked down, I saw he was stroking his dick at the same time, he looked in trance. His tongue was fully inside of me, looking for my prostate, searching everywhere in my hole. I put my hands behind his head to bury him further more inside of me. Maybe it was too much, too dirty, but I was no longer there, pleasure had replaced all other thoughts, fears, concerns, desires in my brain.
All I wanted was more of Kurtis Jensen, his warm tongue and his nearly nine inches juicy dick.
He spat in my ass and then kissed me. Thank God, he was still breathing!
“How does your ass taste?” He asked after shoving his tongue in my mouth.
“Perfect.” I replied. “Kurtis… Don’t cum.”
“I cannot hold it any more, babe.” First time he was calling me babe. My heart jumped in my chest.
“I need you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. All of you.”
“Oh shit.” His dick reacted to these words and he had to take some deep breaths. My dick reacted too. I wanted that so bad.
Poor Fernando, we were messing up his bed with our sweat and precum. Like we had the same thought, Kurtis went back to my bed. I was ready to lie down on my stomach or on my back to let him fuck me, but he sat back again on the edge.
“Lube it with your mouth.” He requested.
I happily obliged.
This time, he grabbed me by the hair right from the start and guided me towards his balls, shaft and then, made me swallowed his entire cock. It was really rough now; he was holding my head and face fucking me. No matter how much I was choking, he kept going. Only when I was starting to panic, he let me breathe again.
“Too much?” He asked.
“Again.” I begged.
I deepthroated him like this for a few minutes until his dick was fully wet again. Who does not enjoy a good skull-fuck from time to time?
I would have wished nothing more than to fully impale myself, sitting on his stick, but the fact that we were on a bunk bed preventing me from doing so. Prison sucked sometimes!
Instead, I turned around, my ass was facing him while I was standing up, and he moved upward to lodge his dick in my ass-crack.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please… Fuck me.”
Again, I could barely finish my sentence, his dickhead was already penetrating my hole. Fuck, even the top of his dick was large. He was about to fuck me raw and my dick was leaking tons of precum at that thought. Just a touch and I would explode.
Kurtis did not go fully in me at first, he was right to take his time, it hurt like hell. But every time pain was turning into pleasure, he would go further in me, inch after inch.
Until we made it and he was deep in me. His entire cock, I felt his balls tapping against me. I was in heaven.
“You’re good?”
“More than good.” I responded, in a daze. It was hurting so bad but it felt so damn good at the same time.
He pushed me on the floor, it was dirty but I did not mind. He started to really pound me there, doggystyle.
“Aaaaaah” I shouted.
He put his hands on my mouth to make me shut up. I moaned in silent. But we were making tons of noise anyway, his balls fapping against my lower ass-crack. I felt his sweat pouring on my back. I would have drunk it all if I could.
Then he put one of his hands on my cock. He stroked it. Only a few times. I tried to tell him to stop but he would not, and to be fair, I did not actually want him to stop. I unloaded more than 40 days of sperm in his hands and on the floor while he was fucking me.
The orgasm lasted for a full minute. It was the craziest thing I had ever felt in my life, like I was expulsing gallons of thick white cum. Maybe I was. I thought I was about to pass out and I was literally shocked by the amount of jizz I had just gotten out of my balls.
“Jeez, babe.” Kurtis moaned, probably shocked as well.
A few seconds later, I felt another crazy amount of cum, this time pouring inside my hole. Kurtis had bred me.
His orgasm lasted as well and all along, he stayed deep inside of me. When he got out of my ass, his dick had become limp, dripping with cum. In a finale moment of lust, I licked and swallowed it. He smiled.
He kissed me again and we swapped cum in our mouths. We were both naked, sweating, jizz was everywhere.
I cannot imagine what would have happened if Fernando had come back in his cell, right at this moment. Thankfully, no one came (well, besides our two cocks!).
It was probably one of the best sex encounters I had in my entire life. I had found my cure to depression.
Acceptance.
A couple days later, I was back in bed with Kurtis. We were in his cell this time. He was sharing it with freaking Frenchy (of all people!) and two black guys who had arrived in the prison recently.
Again, we did not care about people seeing us. Kurtis had always been respected inside the prison and well, Frenchy knew what I could do if needed to defend myself!
I had been thinking of some stuff for a while and it was time to share them with Kurtis.
“Xander is dead. They are all dead.” I whispered to my new lover.
“I know, babe.” He said, while still caressing my hair. He probably thought I was going mental again.
But no, I had finally found some clarity.
“Going after the prison’s system won’t bring them back. I know that.” I stated, referring to what he had said to me once.
“Yes, babe. There is no need to fight anymore.”
“No, Kurtis. What I meant is that this is not why we should do it. What’s happening in here is not ok. I’m not talking about the shooting. I’m talking about the untrained guards, the sadistic and pervert ones, the corrupted system. I’m done seeing things which are so wrong and shutting up.”
“Ty…”
“Kurtis, I want to fight back.”
He kissed my forehead and I fell asleep on his chest. If I had something to fight for, I had something to live for, this was my path towards hope and acceptance.
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 19: Death, grief and libido. (Part 2)
“You’re sure you want that?” He whispered, his hand in my hair.
“I’m sure, Kurtis. I only want that.”
We kissed passionately. I felt our two bodies heating, maybe healing, one another. It became more intense; his tongue would come out of my mouth to run down my neck. When Kurtis got tired of my neck, he took off my undershirt so he could slide down towards my shoulder, and lowers, to lick my nipples.
“Mmmmm.” I moaned.
He spat on my nipples. He had a grin on his face. I had not felt this good in months.
I was caressing his back at the same time. I licked his neck too. His teddy bear tattoo. I removed his tank top and I kissed the little scars on his shoulders, hoping I could fix them with my lips. We kissed full mouth again, our chests firmly glued together.
The other inmates and the guards had gotten used to see us attached at the hip since Kurtis had gotten back from the hospital. Nobody dared to say anything, or maybe nobody cared. But this was something else, if we were caught now, kissing, caressing, humping each other, we could get in real trouble.
But his lips were my cure, his biceps were my medicine, his body was my salvation.
We made out like this for a good ten minutes before we took off our pants. We were both hard as fucking rocks. Believe it or not, I had not jerked off since the mass-shooting, more than a month without touching myself, a personal record since my teenage years!
It was not difficult to do though, nothing would get me hard, but now, it was reliving again. My dick was throbbing again. Why at that instant? I did not know, nor care.
The bed was so tight, we really had to be glued to each other not to fall but he was holding me tight, while giving me a hand job threw my boxer briefs.
“This feels so good.” I whispered in his ear.
I had one of my hands on his ass, I had slipped it through the fabric of his boxer briefs. I grabbed his right ass cheek. He grabbed mine, his other hand had found his way to my dick, inside of my underwear. He was now stroking it.
“So fucking good.” He said in an echo.
He moved his hands from my underwear to grab my hair and kissed me again. I felt his spit running down my chin. We were both grunting like animals. We were rubbing our cocks. I did not want to cum so soon but I could already feel my dick throbbing and precumming. I took off his underwear.
The both of us lying in that small bed was getting complicated. I got out and Kurtis looked at me with the most adorable confused eyes.
“Don’t go.” He mumbled.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I knelt down at the bed and I grabbed his cock to fully stroke it.
“Fuck…” He moaned.
“You like it?”
“Kiss it.” He ordered.
I smiled at him. Damn, his beautiful eyes, they were a shade of blue in the summer but in the winter, they were greyer. I got closer to his dick. I had been wanting it for nine months. The contact with my lips sent heatwaves in my whole body.
I kissed his dickhead as if I was kissing his mouth, then I used my tongue, bathing it with my spit. I wanted to make this last. Before taking it fully in my mouth – well, if only I could, it was so fucking big… and thick, -, my tongue licked it on the side, from the head to his balls, I went through every inch.
8.6 inches. A dick worth worshipping, worth loving, worth committing too.
I spent some time on his balls, with my hands and with my mouth. I smelled him too. A musky manly scent. I wanted it all. None of this was planned. He was not trimmed and I have rarely seen him that hairy. He had not showered either. To be real, I loved his smell. I kissed and swallowed his balls.
Kurtis was putting his own hand underneath the underwear that I was still wearing. He was trying but not achieving to reach my ass from his position, he was lying on the bed naked and I was taking care of his cock leaning forward.
I did not want to let go of that beautiful shaft for one second but I had to. I had to take off my boxer briefs to help him out: he needed to see my ass. I wanted him to take a good look, making him hornier than he already was. That ass was his to take anyway.
Finally, I spat on his cock and put the dickhead in my mouth. Slowly, I went further, deeper, feeling the taste of his shaft more distinctively each additional inch that I was swallowing. His precum filled my mouth and soon my throat. His cock was so big, I had a mouth full. I loved this sensation.
I kept playing with his balls in my hands. I could hear him moaning, his body was shaking too. I almost choked and I had to let go of that magnificent dick. There was so much precum sliding now. I had not been able to deepthroat it.
“You’re ok, babe?” Kurtis asked.
I kissed him as an answer. He tasted his own precum.
I went back to his dick, bobbing up and down. I needed more of his meat; I was fucking hungry and disappointed with myself! I made him change position so he was now sitting down, facing me on the bed.
I was kneeling between his legs and I started to blow him. I was going back and forth, always pushing myself to go deeper and deeper. I had dealt with monster cocks in the past, I could swallow that one. Kurtis had to stop me from time to time, I knew that he was about to cum.
I looked around while he was trying to calm down, our cell was not locked, anyone could enter. Ralph, Fernando, Trevor, a guard… I went back on Kurtis’ cock, holding on his hairy muscular thighs to have a better balance. I felt it tap against my throat, I gagged, spurting tons of saliva on the base of his cock and balls.
My eyes were crying. I wanted to go even further, swallowed it all. Kurtis wiped the tears of my face. He then caressed my nipples, it gave me a crazy sensation, I thought I was about to burst.
“You’re going to make me cum.” I spoke.
“You’re the one saying that! You realize what you’ve been doing to me!” He replied, semi-laughing, pointing at his veiny cock, dripping wet with my saliva.
I realized that I must have a lot of spit and precum in my mouth because bubbles came out when I smiled back at him. I spat back on his dick and I continued my deepthroat. This time, I managed to swallow it all.
It felt like I hit the jackpot when my nose buried itself in his thick pubes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He was mumbling incoherently on top of me.
Then, at one point, he grabbed my hair and got me away from his tool. I wanted more of his dick but he could not handle it without exploding anymore. He pushed me on Fernando’s bed and started sucking me.
Just the nipple play had sent me to the edge, with his big juicy lips bobbing on my dick, I knew I would not last long. Seeing that hot alpha guy on his knees for me, just that, it would have been enough to make me cum!
I tried to think of depressing things. Shit, I had a lot to think about! Death, drama, trauma! But nothing did the trick, Kurtis was too good with working his tongue on me.
But I had a plan to last longer. He could fest on something else.
I moved myself further against the wall and put my legs up in the hair.
He had a devilish look in his eyes when my tight anus winked at him. Just a natural reaction. Probably my hole had recognized his master.
“Eat me.” I ordered. I hoped Kurtis was as hungry as I was!
I did not have to repeat myself; his wet tongue was already buried deep in my hole. I let go of a loud moan. People would hear it. Fuck them all! I was in a bliss; Kurtis was eating my ass.
When I looked down, I saw he was stroking his dick at the same time, he looked in trance. His tongue was fully inside of me, looking for my prostate, searching everywhere in my hole. I put my hands behind his head to bury him further more inside of me. Maybe it was too much, too dirty, but I was no longer there, pleasure had replaced all other thoughts, fears, concerns, desires in my brain.
All I wanted was more of Kurtis Jensen, his warm tongue and his nearly nine inches juicy dick.
He spat in my ass and then kissed me. Thank God, he was still breathing!
“How does your ass taste?” He asked after shoving his tongue in my mouth.
“Perfect.” I replied. “Kurtis… Don’t cum.”
“I cannot hold it any more, babe.” First time he was calling me babe. My heart jumped in my chest.
“I need you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. All of you.”
“Oh shit.” His dick reacted to these words and he had to take some deep breaths. My dick reacted too. I wanted that so bad.
Poor Fernando, we were messing up his bed with our sweat and precum. Like we had the same thought, Kurtis went back to my bed. I was ready to lie down on my stomach or on my back to let him fuck me, but he sat back again on the edge.
“Lube it with your mouth.” He requested.
I happily obliged.
This time, he grabbed me by the hair right from the start and guided me towards his balls, shaft and then, made me swallowed his entire cock. It was really rough now; he was holding my head and face fucking me. No matter how much I was choking, he kept going. Only when I was starting to panic, he let me breathe again.
“Too much?” He asked.
“Again.” I begged.
I deepthroated him like this for a few minutes until his dick was fully wet again. Who does not enjoy a good skull-fuck from time to time?
I would have wished nothing more than to fully impale myself, sitting on his stick, but the fact that we were on a bunk bed preventing me from doing so. Prison sucked sometimes!
Instead, I turned around, my ass was facing him while I was standing up, and he moved upward to lodge his dick in my ass-crack.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please… Fuck me.”
Again, I could barely finish my sentence, his dickhead was already penetrating my hole. Fuck, even the top of his dick was large. He was about to fuck me raw and my dick was leaking tons of precum at that thought. Just a touch and I would explode.
Kurtis did not go fully in me at first, he was right to take his time, it hurt like hell. But every time pain was turning into pleasure, he would go further in me, inch after inch.
Until we made it and he was deep in me. His entire cock, I felt his balls tapping against me. I was in heaven.
“You’re good?”
“More than good.” I responded, in a daze. It was hurting so bad but it felt so damn good at the same time.
He pushed me on the floor, it was dirty but I did not mind. He started to really pound me there, doggystyle.
“Aaaaaah” I shouted.
He put his hands on my mouth to make me shut up. I moaned in silent. But we were making tons of noise anyway, his balls fapping against my lower ass-crack. I felt his sweat pouring on my back. I would have drunk it all if I could.
Then he put one of his hands on my cock. He stroked it. Only a few times. I tried to tell him to stop but he would not, and to be fair, I did not actually want him to stop. I unloaded more than 40 days of sperm in his hands and on the floor while he was fucking me.
The orgasm lasted for a full minute. It was the craziest thing I had ever felt in my life, like I was expulsing gallons of thick white cum. Maybe I was. I thought I was about to pass out and I was literally shocked by the amount of jizz I had just gotten out of my balls.
“Jeez, babe.” Kurtis moaned, probably shocked as well.
A few seconds later, I felt another crazy amount of cum, this time pouring inside my hole. Kurtis had bred me.
His orgasm lasted as well and all along, he stayed deep inside of me. When he got out of my ass, his dick had become limp, dripping with cum. In a finale moment of lust, I licked and swallowed it. He smiled.
He kissed me again and we swapped cum in our mouths. We were both naked, sweating, jizz was everywhere.
I cannot imagine what would have happened if Fernando had come back in his cell, right at this moment. Thankfully, no one came (well, besides our two cocks!).
It was probably one of the best sex encounters I had in my entire life. I had found my cure to depression.
Acceptance.
A couple days later, I was back in bed with Kurtis. We were in his cell this time. He was sharing it with freaking Frenchy (of all people!) and two black guys who had arrived in the prison recently.
Again, we did not care about people seeing us. Kurtis had always been respected inside the prison and well, Frenchy knew what I could do if needed to defend myself!
I had been thinking of some stuff for a while and it was time to share them with Kurtis.
“Xander is dead. They are all dead.” I whispered to my new lover.
“I know, babe.” He said, while still caressing my hair. He probably thought I was going mental again.
But no, I had finally found some clarity.
“Going after the prison’s system won’t bring them back. I know that.” I stated, referring to what he had said to me once.
“Yes, babe. There is no need to fight anymore.”
“No, Kurtis. What I meant is that this is not why we should do it. What’s happening in here is not ok. I’m not talking about the shooting. I’m talking about the untrained guards, the sadistic and pervert ones, the corrupted system. I’m done seeing things which are so wrong and shutting up.”
“Ty…”
“Kurtis, I want to fight back.”
He kissed my forehead and I fell asleep on his chest. If I had something to fight for, I had something to live for, this was my path towards hope and acceptance.
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diseasedarchon
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Finally!!!!!!! ♥ I hope somehow, Kurtis can make it out of prison, so he and Ty can be together. They're made for each other! Amazing chapter!!!
OMG! No please, not Xander, the best character of all. I'm shocked, it's like a relative just died, just a few days after a very good friend of mine committed suicide. I'm still in automatic pilot mood, trying to give everything a place in my mind.
But anyway, a very big to writer Thomas, who managed to give the suspense a very high level. Well written, as usual. Great work, mate!
That's what I thought ... I'm careful with sharing my wishes for the main characters, with this good writer it can change in a minut. But it was always my main wish that Ty and Kurtis would engage as a couple. Although Kurtis might have years to spend more in prison.I think Tyler has some more growing to do before becoming a parent!
But again, the story is not over yet, 6 more chapters are coming and more twists and turns.
What I'm asking myself, do we get to know who are the others who didn't survive the shooting? It makes me curious.
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 20: Mourning sex (Part 1)
After the first time that we had sex, Kurtis and I were pretty much fucking like rabbits. Well, I have no idea whether rabbits do fuck all the time, but we definitely were. All the damn time. Everywhere.
I know what you think. How in hell were we able to pull this off in one of the homophobic places on Earth?
For starters, we simply did not care anymore. What worse could happen to us than an inmate going mad and shooting everyone? Yes, we were reckless, and yes, I could have lost my right for early-release – I had an official date at this point, I would be leaving the prison on March 9th, - but I was not thinking about this.
How could I think about anything at all when Kurtis’ juicy cock was dangling before my eyes?
Secondly, others did not seem to mind either, or rather, nobody wanted to start a conflict with Kurtis or myself. The inmates were not afraid of us, but they knew that we could defend ourselves. As for the guards, they were just letting us be, ironically, just like they had let Romano and Kim having openly gay sex. Or whatever those two were doing before it ended in a blood bath.
And thirdly, we did learn to be somewhat discreet, even though we were not making that much of an effort. We would usually do our deeds under the covers or behind a wall.
Guard Davis could perfectly tell that I was jerking Kurtis off under the sheets, but he would not say a thing and I would not suck Kurtis’ dick or eat his ass in the open. Guard Falcon would understand that Kurtis was fingering my hole, but he would not react either, maybe he was just thinking about how much he would love to join us. The bald prick could dream! I hated him even more than before.
Kurtis and I were in our own world, barely paying attention to what was going on around us. However, even in that state, I could not help but notice the atmosphere was getting tense again.
Without the hold of Romano on the inmates and on the traffics, several groups were starting to form. No surprise in that, drugs needed to be brought in the facility no matter what. But it was becoming more difficult to know who was working with who and the guards had taken their distance with the inmates, some random convicts were sent to solitary confinement. In this context, it was difficult to know who to trust and who to avoid.
All of us who had been directly involved in the shooting were keeping a low profile. Ray and I were still working together at the laundry. It was awkward at first, until one day, Ray fell in my arms crying like a baby.
We never really talked it through, and we were definitely not as close as we were before – the group we were forming with Ralph, Xander, Fernando, Pope, Ray and I had died the moment Xander died – but it was ok.
Ray was doing better overall because his son was doing better. Trevor had started taking classes twice a week and was committed to finish his time sooner than later, he had only a few months to go and was only thinking about getting out. I was proud of him, he was no longer a little teenager brat, he was becoming a man.
One day, I was called in by Guard Davis to take a phone call. I was in Kurtis’ tiny bed, glued against him, fully nude when the guard came to get me.
“What’s happening?” I asked, already imagining the worst, putting some underwear on. Crazy how I had become so comfortable with myself and my nudity. I was so shocked on my first day, seeing Fernando in the nude and now I was semi-hard in front of a guard.
“Call for you.” Davis said, glancing at my junks with a look of dejection.
If my mom had died, he would have been a little more considerate, so I was a bit reassured. Kurtis looked concerned for me as I walked away, Frenchy was passed out in the adjacent bed.
Back at the telephone booth, I had Ryan on the line.
“He’s here!” My brother shouted through the phone. “Your nephew is here!”
Of course… I should have figured! We were around the due date.
“Oh! That’s amazing, Ryan.” I was already tearing up.
“I just can’t wait for you to meet him. He’s handsome, just like his dad!”
“I bet he is.”
“Although, he does seem to be whining a lot, just like his uncle!”
I mean, I was already crying over the phone so maybe my brother had a point. But I pretended to laugh.
“Shut up, Ryan. I want to see him too but don’t you dare bring him in here. A baby in prison, that’s just too depressing.”
“No, we’ll wait until you’re back home. Only a month to go!”
I felt a weird weight in my stomach. With everything that had happened lately, Griffin breaking up with me, the shooting, the depression, my relationship with Kurtis, I was not too sure if it still made sense for me to go out. I know this must sound crazy. Prison was a horrible place where I had lived awful things, but what was waiting for me outside? Well… Now, I have an answer: a new-born.
“I cannot wait to meet him.” I said to Austin, sincerely. “Are Mallory and the twins all-right?”
“The twins are ecstatic; they feel like they are big boys! I mean, they’re nearly 8 now. Mallory is all good. Tired as fuck. She was in labor for eighteen hours. Bro, I’m telling you, women have it way more than we do in life.”
“Eighteen hours! Jesus.”
“Not Jesus.”
“What?” I did not understand Ryan’s practical joke. It was not the first time, it would certainly not be the last.
“His name, it’s not Jesus.”
“Ah…. Very funny, Ryan. How did you choose to call him, then?”
“Noah.”
“Noah Braxton, that sounds nice.”
“Noah Tyler Braxton.” Ryan specified.
Another set of tears fell down my cheeks.
“Really?”
“Of course, really!”
I was such a mess. Compared to Ryan’s, my life was a sad joke, but he still named his son after me. I was speechless.
“You’re sure that boy should take after me… I’m not convinced that it would set the best precedent for him.”
“Don’t start, Tyler. Maybe you’re not the perfect role model right now, but you will be.”
“I guess that I got a good reason to become one now.”
I really had a motive to get the hell out of this place and get my shit together. No more excuses, I thought, as I hung up the phone.
I told the news to Kurtis who was genuinely happy for me. To celebrate, we went to fuck in the empty laundry room. It was the first time in a while we were doing it right in the open, and it was a special place for us, where it had all begun.
We started kissing and we knew where this was going right away. We have found a name for what we were doing. Ralph was calling it “booty calls” but with Kurtis, we were calling it “mourning sex”. The only way we had found to peace our minds since the shooting.
Sex with Kurtis is actually hard to describe.
By this point, you already know that Kurtis is gorgeous: tall, fit, hairy on all the right places, with big arms, a nice juicy ass, big kissable lips, and a thick big uncut cock. You have probably come to understand that Kurtis is also really sensual, that he smells like a real man (do not pretend that you do not know what I mean by that), and that he is a passionate and endurant fucker.
But still, it went beyond that! The chemistry we were sharing was almost unprecedented for me. I had not crushed on someone that hard since Austin.
Every time Kurtis and I kissed and I was feeling his wet warm tongue inside of me, it was like I was transported elsewhere, in another dimension. His breathing on my neck felt like a magical cure I was receiving. His dick in my ass felt like I was complete. His pounding was procuring a crazy wave of pleasure going from my prostate straight to my brain.
I wanted everything of Kurtis Jensen: his sweat, his dick, his armpits, his lips, his ass, his feet, his spit, his thighs…
Keeping that in mind, let’s just say that this afternoon in the laundry room was the best sex we have ever had together, and probably the best sex that I have ever had in my life!
That time, he started by sucking me off. I was standing, my back against one of the machines who was vibrating behind me, and Kurtis was on his knees, naked, taking care of my dick. His mouth was warm, his greyish eyes were tearing as he was gagging on my cock and I had one my hand behind his head to guide him. Even though, he clearly did not need any help to find his way around my genitals.
Every time he would swallow some precum, he would play with it in his mouth to tease me. When I felt like it, I would bow down to kiss him and we swapped the manly juice from his mouth to mine. Then, he would go back at his task, deepthroating me.
After a few minutes, his fingers wandered between my thighs and then slid on my ass crack. He was producing enough saliva to wet his fingers and he was getting them closer and closer to my asshole, still while sucking me off. I sure had made a lot of mistakes in my life, but if they had led me there, receiving this treatment from the hottest inmate of California State Prison, maybe they were all worth it!
Only when I felt that I could no longer hold myself and was about to cum, I made him stop. At that point, he was already playing with two fingers in my butt. The pleasure was immense but it would have been a shame to have an orgasm this soon. They were so much more good things to come.
We switched position, not before sharing, yet again, a big sloppy kiss.
“I love you.” He whispered, as I was getting on my knees.
That threw me off a bit. I thought that I would take care of his dick throbbing and leaking in front of me and would deal with what that comment meant later.
Kurtis did not complain, I was offering him a pretty solid blowjob. I do not like to gloat but I was quite good at this. Now, I could swallow his entire cock in one go, getting it very deep inside my throat until my nose was fully buried in his thick pubic hair.
Who ever sucked him like this? Probably not Glenn! I was still mad about that, just enough so I wanted to show that I was better than Glenn was. Childish behavior, I know.
While Kurtis usually played with my hole, I often played with his balls. Touching them, holding them, caressing them, kissing them and finally swallowing them. He loved that. Sometimes, after I had licked his balls, he would force his fingers into my mouth, a move which reminding me a bit of Griffin, but I let him do it, I could see how it was turning him on and I could not deny Kurtis anything.
When it was not his fingers, his balls, or his dick, he could put his feet in my mouth. He just had this thing with oral sex. He told me several times that my mouth was his favorite part of my body, that he had been fantasizing about it since I had been locked up. Well, my mouth and my ass but we will come back to that later.
It was my first boyfriend Steve who got me into feet licking and although it was not the biggest turn-on for me, it became one as soon as I could feel that my partner was loving it.
I enjoyed taking things very far with that, surprising Kurtis with swallowing his entire foot so he could see my mouth stretching out and the saliva wiggling between his hairy toes. He was jerking off at the same time, staring at me with a gaze which was only expressing lust. I enjoyed this very much and was servicing his feet just like I would service his cock.
The sole fact that Kurtis was using two hands - and still not covering his entire meaty shaft – to stroke himself was enough to get me horny and to keep me going.
Oral was always a great part of our sex life. Sometimes, it would end there and it was enough, but sometimes, like this one afternoon in the laundry room, we would then move on to the main course. My ass.
After that blowjob session and once his dick was already dripping with saliva and precum, Kurtis made me bend over against the table in the middle of the room. He wasted no time in eating my ass. We had reached a point where we knew exactly what the other liked and how to please him. He buried himself deep in me and I almost instantly jizzed on the table. He slid his fingers down in my mouth again, three this time, and then directed them in my asshole.
Fuuuuuck, that feeling of three fingers in my ass! How can people think anal sex is a sin? That’s fucking paradise!
He fingered my asshole roughly. He did not need to ask me if I was ok anymore, to wonder if I could take it. We both knew that I could and more to the point, that I was absolutely begging for it.
He started fucking me like this, my chest and head against the table, his balls fapping against my ass, his hands holding my back. I was his bottom, his submissive, his slut, his whore, call it what you want, I was loving this! I wanted Kurtis to pound me, breed me, own me. His dick was filling me, it was huge, hard as a rock. Not a cock for a beginner but the perfect one for me.
Kurtis was panting over my body, dripping ounces and ounces of sweat on me.
A few days after that fuck, he told me that he had never been able to fuck someone like that, girls or boys, he had always thought that his dick was too big. Ridiculously, or maybe it is not that ridiculous, I felt proud of myself. I could take it. I was the first one in his life to reach that level of filthiness. We were the perfect match.
Back to that fucking over the laundry room’s table, one thing that was a bit frustrating was that I could not see his face.
“Kurtis… Stop.” I moaned.
He pulled out immediately.
“Did I go too hard, babe?”
I turned around and grabbed his neck.
“I just want to see your face as you enter me.”
[Chapter 20 continues below]
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 20: Mourning sex (Part 1)
After the first time that we had sex, Kurtis and I were pretty much fucking like rabbits. Well, I have no idea whether rabbits do fuck all the time, but we definitely were. All the damn time. Everywhere.
I know what you think. How in hell were we able to pull this off in one of the homophobic places on Earth?
For starters, we simply did not care anymore. What worse could happen to us than an inmate going mad and shooting everyone? Yes, we were reckless, and yes, I could have lost my right for early-release – I had an official date at this point, I would be leaving the prison on March 9th, - but I was not thinking about this.
How could I think about anything at all when Kurtis’ juicy cock was dangling before my eyes?
Secondly, others did not seem to mind either, or rather, nobody wanted to start a conflict with Kurtis or myself. The inmates were not afraid of us, but they knew that we could defend ourselves. As for the guards, they were just letting us be, ironically, just like they had let Romano and Kim having openly gay sex. Or whatever those two were doing before it ended in a blood bath.
And thirdly, we did learn to be somewhat discreet, even though we were not making that much of an effort. We would usually do our deeds under the covers or behind a wall.
Guard Davis could perfectly tell that I was jerking Kurtis off under the sheets, but he would not say a thing and I would not suck Kurtis’ dick or eat his ass in the open. Guard Falcon would understand that Kurtis was fingering my hole, but he would not react either, maybe he was just thinking about how much he would love to join us. The bald prick could dream! I hated him even more than before.
Kurtis and I were in our own world, barely paying attention to what was going on around us. However, even in that state, I could not help but notice the atmosphere was getting tense again.
Without the hold of Romano on the inmates and on the traffics, several groups were starting to form. No surprise in that, drugs needed to be brought in the facility no matter what. But it was becoming more difficult to know who was working with who and the guards had taken their distance with the inmates, some random convicts were sent to solitary confinement. In this context, it was difficult to know who to trust and who to avoid.
All of us who had been directly involved in the shooting were keeping a low profile. Ray and I were still working together at the laundry. It was awkward at first, until one day, Ray fell in my arms crying like a baby.
We never really talked it through, and we were definitely not as close as we were before – the group we were forming with Ralph, Xander, Fernando, Pope, Ray and I had died the moment Xander died – but it was ok.
Ray was doing better overall because his son was doing better. Trevor had started taking classes twice a week and was committed to finish his time sooner than later, he had only a few months to go and was only thinking about getting out. I was proud of him, he was no longer a little teenager brat, he was becoming a man.
One day, I was called in by Guard Davis to take a phone call. I was in Kurtis’ tiny bed, glued against him, fully nude when the guard came to get me.
“What’s happening?” I asked, already imagining the worst, putting some underwear on. Crazy how I had become so comfortable with myself and my nudity. I was so shocked on my first day, seeing Fernando in the nude and now I was semi-hard in front of a guard.
“Call for you.” Davis said, glancing at my junks with a look of dejection.
If my mom had died, he would have been a little more considerate, so I was a bit reassured. Kurtis looked concerned for me as I walked away, Frenchy was passed out in the adjacent bed.
Back at the telephone booth, I had Ryan on the line.
“He’s here!” My brother shouted through the phone. “Your nephew is here!”
Of course… I should have figured! We were around the due date.
“Oh! That’s amazing, Ryan.” I was already tearing up.
“I just can’t wait for you to meet him. He’s handsome, just like his dad!”
“I bet he is.”
“Although, he does seem to be whining a lot, just like his uncle!”
I mean, I was already crying over the phone so maybe my brother had a point. But I pretended to laugh.
“Shut up, Ryan. I want to see him too but don’t you dare bring him in here. A baby in prison, that’s just too depressing.”
“No, we’ll wait until you’re back home. Only a month to go!”
I felt a weird weight in my stomach. With everything that had happened lately, Griffin breaking up with me, the shooting, the depression, my relationship with Kurtis, I was not too sure if it still made sense for me to go out. I know this must sound crazy. Prison was a horrible place where I had lived awful things, but what was waiting for me outside? Well… Now, I have an answer: a new-born.
“I cannot wait to meet him.” I said to Austin, sincerely. “Are Mallory and the twins all-right?”
“The twins are ecstatic; they feel like they are big boys! I mean, they’re nearly 8 now. Mallory is all good. Tired as fuck. She was in labor for eighteen hours. Bro, I’m telling you, women have it way more than we do in life.”
“Eighteen hours! Jesus.”
“Not Jesus.”
“What?” I did not understand Ryan’s practical joke. It was not the first time, it would certainly not be the last.
“His name, it’s not Jesus.”
“Ah…. Very funny, Ryan. How did you choose to call him, then?”
“Noah.”
“Noah Braxton, that sounds nice.”
“Noah Tyler Braxton.” Ryan specified.
Another set of tears fell down my cheeks.
“Really?”
“Of course, really!”
I was such a mess. Compared to Ryan’s, my life was a sad joke, but he still named his son after me. I was speechless.
“You’re sure that boy should take after me… I’m not convinced that it would set the best precedent for him.”
“Don’t start, Tyler. Maybe you’re not the perfect role model right now, but you will be.”
“I guess that I got a good reason to become one now.”
I really had a motive to get the hell out of this place and get my shit together. No more excuses, I thought, as I hung up the phone.
I told the news to Kurtis who was genuinely happy for me. To celebrate, we went to fuck in the empty laundry room. It was the first time in a while we were doing it right in the open, and it was a special place for us, where it had all begun.
We started kissing and we knew where this was going right away. We have found a name for what we were doing. Ralph was calling it “booty calls” but with Kurtis, we were calling it “mourning sex”. The only way we had found to peace our minds since the shooting.
Sex with Kurtis is actually hard to describe.
By this point, you already know that Kurtis is gorgeous: tall, fit, hairy on all the right places, with big arms, a nice juicy ass, big kissable lips, and a thick big uncut cock. You have probably come to understand that Kurtis is also really sensual, that he smells like a real man (do not pretend that you do not know what I mean by that), and that he is a passionate and endurant fucker.
But still, it went beyond that! The chemistry we were sharing was almost unprecedented for me. I had not crushed on someone that hard since Austin.
Every time Kurtis and I kissed and I was feeling his wet warm tongue inside of me, it was like I was transported elsewhere, in another dimension. His breathing on my neck felt like a magical cure I was receiving. His dick in my ass felt like I was complete. His pounding was procuring a crazy wave of pleasure going from my prostate straight to my brain.
I wanted everything of Kurtis Jensen: his sweat, his dick, his armpits, his lips, his ass, his feet, his spit, his thighs…
Keeping that in mind, let’s just say that this afternoon in the laundry room was the best sex we have ever had together, and probably the best sex that I have ever had in my life!
That time, he started by sucking me off. I was standing, my back against one of the machines who was vibrating behind me, and Kurtis was on his knees, naked, taking care of my dick. His mouth was warm, his greyish eyes were tearing as he was gagging on my cock and I had one my hand behind his head to guide him. Even though, he clearly did not need any help to find his way around my genitals.
Every time he would swallow some precum, he would play with it in his mouth to tease me. When I felt like it, I would bow down to kiss him and we swapped the manly juice from his mouth to mine. Then, he would go back at his task, deepthroating me.
After a few minutes, his fingers wandered between my thighs and then slid on my ass crack. He was producing enough saliva to wet his fingers and he was getting them closer and closer to my asshole, still while sucking me off. I sure had made a lot of mistakes in my life, but if they had led me there, receiving this treatment from the hottest inmate of California State Prison, maybe they were all worth it!
Only when I felt that I could no longer hold myself and was about to cum, I made him stop. At that point, he was already playing with two fingers in my butt. The pleasure was immense but it would have been a shame to have an orgasm this soon. They were so much more good things to come.
We switched position, not before sharing, yet again, a big sloppy kiss.
“I love you.” He whispered, as I was getting on my knees.
That threw me off a bit. I thought that I would take care of his dick throbbing and leaking in front of me and would deal with what that comment meant later.
Kurtis did not complain, I was offering him a pretty solid blowjob. I do not like to gloat but I was quite good at this. Now, I could swallow his entire cock in one go, getting it very deep inside my throat until my nose was fully buried in his thick pubic hair.
Who ever sucked him like this? Probably not Glenn! I was still mad about that, just enough so I wanted to show that I was better than Glenn was. Childish behavior, I know.
While Kurtis usually played with my hole, I often played with his balls. Touching them, holding them, caressing them, kissing them and finally swallowing them. He loved that. Sometimes, after I had licked his balls, he would force his fingers into my mouth, a move which reminding me a bit of Griffin, but I let him do it, I could see how it was turning him on and I could not deny Kurtis anything.
When it was not his fingers, his balls, or his dick, he could put his feet in my mouth. He just had this thing with oral sex. He told me several times that my mouth was his favorite part of my body, that he had been fantasizing about it since I had been locked up. Well, my mouth and my ass but we will come back to that later.
It was my first boyfriend Steve who got me into feet licking and although it was not the biggest turn-on for me, it became one as soon as I could feel that my partner was loving it.
I enjoyed taking things very far with that, surprising Kurtis with swallowing his entire foot so he could see my mouth stretching out and the saliva wiggling between his hairy toes. He was jerking off at the same time, staring at me with a gaze which was only expressing lust. I enjoyed this very much and was servicing his feet just like I would service his cock.
The sole fact that Kurtis was using two hands - and still not covering his entire meaty shaft – to stroke himself was enough to get me horny and to keep me going.
Oral was always a great part of our sex life. Sometimes, it would end there and it was enough, but sometimes, like this one afternoon in the laundry room, we would then move on to the main course. My ass.
After that blowjob session and once his dick was already dripping with saliva and precum, Kurtis made me bend over against the table in the middle of the room. He wasted no time in eating my ass. We had reached a point where we knew exactly what the other liked and how to please him. He buried himself deep in me and I almost instantly jizzed on the table. He slid his fingers down in my mouth again, three this time, and then directed them in my asshole.
Fuuuuuck, that feeling of three fingers in my ass! How can people think anal sex is a sin? That’s fucking paradise!
He fingered my asshole roughly. He did not need to ask me if I was ok anymore, to wonder if I could take it. We both knew that I could and more to the point, that I was absolutely begging for it.
He started fucking me like this, my chest and head against the table, his balls fapping against my ass, his hands holding my back. I was his bottom, his submissive, his slut, his whore, call it what you want, I was loving this! I wanted Kurtis to pound me, breed me, own me. His dick was filling me, it was huge, hard as a rock. Not a cock for a beginner but the perfect one for me.
Kurtis was panting over my body, dripping ounces and ounces of sweat on me.
A few days after that fuck, he told me that he had never been able to fuck someone like that, girls or boys, he had always thought that his dick was too big. Ridiculously, or maybe it is not that ridiculous, I felt proud of myself. I could take it. I was the first one in his life to reach that level of filthiness. We were the perfect match.
Back to that fucking over the laundry room’s table, one thing that was a bit frustrating was that I could not see his face.
“Kurtis… Stop.” I moaned.
He pulled out immediately.
“Did I go too hard, babe?”
I turned around and grabbed his neck.
“I just want to see your face as you enter me.”
[Chapter 20 continues below]
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 20: Mourning sex (Part 2)
He smiled. We kissed some more. And while we were playing with our tongues, I was wrapping myself tighter around him and sitting at the very edge of the table, he started to fuck me like this, facing me.
We stopped kissing and locked eyes with each other while he was pounding me. Pearls of sweats were dripping on my lips. I licked them. Kurtis’ stare was intense, almost intimidating. Mine probably was too. His thrusting became slower but also deeper, more aggressive. He would take his damn time, pulling out and then pulling back in my ass hole, reaching my prostate.
It was so rough, Kurtis was such a hunk, and the context of the prison, a lot of things made it feel like we were shooting a porn movie. Only in a way though. Because what we were living was so much more intimate than porn. It was real. I guess this is what people call “chemistry”.
We switched position again and after I had sucked his dick straight out of my ass, (delicious, by the way), he fucked me standing up against a machine. Damn, Kurtis was strong holding me like this as I was impaling myself on his shaft.
“I want to cum.” He said after a while.
“Me too…” I replied, in a daze. He was still penetrating me.
“I want to cum on your face.” He requested.
“Own it, then.”
He looked at me, perplex.
“Make me cum while you are fucking me in the ass. If you can do that, I’ll let you jizz on my beautiful model face.” I said with a smirk.
He smiled largely and started to fuck me even harder than before.
“Challenge accepted.”
A few seconds later, he was banging me more intensely than he ever did before. The guy was a fucking sex machine!
“It’s how you like it, hard?”
“Oh yes, babe…”
“You love it rough?” He went in deep again.
“Oh fuck…. I do…”
“You want me to make you cum.”
He changed his hold just a bit so he can grab and stroke my cock. He then moved me around while I was still in him and laid me back on the table. The stroking was too much. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Babe…” I moaned.
“I’ll fucking make you cum.” He said as he was fucking my ass balls deep and jerking off my dick at the same time.
Of course, I did not resist much longer. Seconds later, I was cumming all over my chest. The orgasm was so intense that I sprayed my own face with volleys and volleys of white cum. Some went into my mouth. Kurtis, on top of me, seemed amazed by this show.
He pulled his dick out of me for the last time and he hurried to position himself right above my face, there he could spray me with his delicious milk. At this point, I felt like I was already covered with my own cum but it was nothing compared to the huge amount of sperm Kurtis was about to unload on me.
He moaned like a beast as he was reaching orgasm and in about ten seconds, I was getting blinded by his spunk reaching my eye balls. I could not believe Kurtis had produced that much cum! My eyes, my nose, my lips, my cheeks, my hair, I was drenched.
His body was shaking when he took a step back.
“FUCK, THAT WAS GOOD.” He almost screamed as I was slowly coming back to reality.
“It was.” I commented, smiling at him. Good was an understatement but no word could have described what I was feeling.
He kissed me. We joked about the wax statue I had become with that much sperm on me and we tried to clean ourselves before going back upstairs. We had spent nearly a month attached to one another but we could not let go, not even for a moment.
We did not get caught that day but it was close, as we were heading back, we ran into Falcon.
“Love birds, here you both are! I was looking for you.” The guard said in his usual annoying tone.
His bald head still had a small bandage from the event which took place in December but the guy still had not learned his lesson. He had been more discreet right after the shooting but after only a few weeks, he was back at being a complete jerk. I despised him.
“What do you want, Falcon?” Kurtis snapped back.
I did not like this. I had never been a fan of confrontation but since the shooting, I could have panic attacks just hearing two people fight. Things could degenerate so quickly. I had to learn it the hard way.
“This is actually this one I was looking for.” Falcon said, pointing at me.
“Why?” Kurtis asked.
“Please, Kurtis, stay out of this.” I begged, already shaking from this altercation.
Falcon just rolled his eyes.
“Follow me, Braxton. Warden Deen would like to talk with you.” Responding to my confused face, he added. “I know, right? Just like the old times!”
I gave Kurtis a look which meant that I did not want him to intervene and I followed Falcon.
I may have seen the warden a couple of times, and just in passing, since the time I had seen him standing next to Xander’s dead body. Would Deen seriously still ask to fuck me? After all of this? I was just flabbergasted he had kept his position in the prison. Seven people died for fuck’s sake! Was it not enough to fire someone?
I had made my decision that I would refuse to do anything of a sexual nature when I walked into his office. He did not seem in the mood though, he looked nervous and tired.
“Inmate 328, come here, take a seat.”
Falcon stayed behind as usual. I still did not know what to expect, what mind games would the warden play on me that day?
I sat down anxiously.
“I wanted to have a quick chat with you, Braxton.”
“About what?” I asked. I was trying to be polite but it definitely did not come out this way. I just had the hardest time pretending I was respecting this man.
The warden smiled. He looked like a villain in a James Bond’s movie, ready to reveal his evil plan.
“You are a therapist, right? I mean, you were one.”
“You know that…”
“I do know that. I do know a lot about you. I assume that you are well versed regarding human behavior and psychology. I would be correct in saying that what happened in this prison a couple months ago could be considered as both a traumatic and triggering event?”
“If you are referring to the mass shooting, yes. You would be correct.”
I had no idea where he was going with this so I chose to be neutral.
“What else could I be talking about?” He marked a pause. “Human beings are complex creatures. Who knows what twisted, defective, broken cell in his brain made Kim snap?”
I swallowed my saliva; I did not want to say anything that I would regret. The warden continued.
“If you want my opinion, the kid was a looney from the start and everything that happened is just an unfortunate and unpredictable turn of events. Don’t you think so?”
“I… I don’t know, Sir. As you said, human beings are complex and I think a lot of factors came into play and…”
He cut me off.
“You did lose your license to practice though, so who can say your expert opinion would be more valid than mine?”
This time I could not help myself. The words came out in my mouth by themselves:
“What the fuck do you want from me then? Why asking those questions if you don’t want me to answer them?”
“Wow. Calm down here. This is precisely because of those kinds of irrational reactions that I wanted to talk with you. With everything that is going on, I need inmates I can count on, who won’t be reckless or dangerous.”
“I’m not irrational… nor dangerous.” I whispered under my breath.
I cannot say for sure that the warden heard me. In any event, he did not pay the slightest attention to this comment.
“As you know, this is only human to look for someone to blame every time something terrible happens. We just cannot satisfy ourselves with the fact that there may have been an accident, we have to name a victim and a culprit. I mean, this is why many of your have ended locked up behind bars, society needs an offender, a bad guy.”
“I’m not sure I’m following where you are going with this… Sir.”
“In our case like in many others, the judicial system follows his unstoppable course to find culprits and once again, we had to bother ourselves with paperwork, hearings, trials, enquiries, to find one, or several, persons responsible for an unfortunate accident.”
After that last sentence, the warden remained silent for a while. One of his usual techniques to make me uncomfortable. I made sure that I did not break the silence; I did not want him to feel like he was successfully playing me. When he realized I would not budge, he had to continue with his ridiculous speech.
“Braxton, I was informed that you will be requested to attend an official hearing shortly. They have really outdone themselves this time, this is going to be a whole thing, televised and all.”
“A hearing about the shooting?”
“Jesus, Braxton, I thought you were smarter than the others. Of course, the shooting! What else? There’s a witch hunt taking place as we speak and I simply wanted to make sure that you were clever enough to know where your interest lies in this.”
“My interest? Again, I don’t follow. You… You want me to lie in my testimony?”
He stood up immediately, banging his fist on the table. I jumped.
“Never. Again. Say. That. I. Am. Asking. You. To. Lie.”
“Sorry… I’m sorry, Sir.”
The bang on the table. The bang of the gun. Fuck me, I was trembling in my chair like an idiot. I was still fully traumatized. When the warden realized how distraught I was, he sat back down.
“It’s the exact opposite, Tyler. I want you to tell the truth! You are a white, well-educated, man. Your voice will be heard. You have been thrown in a pit filled with savages and those savages have lost their minds and have put you in danger. This is only right that you can tell your truth. So, what happened that day? Tell me.”
I was still shaking and clearly not in a state to retell the event of the worst day of my life.
“Everything happened so fast, Sir. I don’t know… And I don’t think that I can…”
“Come on, it’s not that difficult. Let me sum it up for you. The inmates you are locked up with started a fight on a foolish pretext in the cafeteria. During this fight, things escalated quickly and one of the inmates, visibly suffering from a mental illness, took a gun from a guard. Is that correct?”
“I guess but…”
“You don’t guess, you know, Braxton. The guy snapped; he shot six inmates randomly before killing himself. Correct?”
There was so much more to this. I had not realized it but I had started crying while the warden was talking to me. I hated being this weak.
“Correct…” I mumbled.
I was not actually agreeing with him but I needed to get away from this man and his creepy office before I threw up.
The warden smiled.
“So, we are aligned and that’s all there is to say.”
In another of his classic moves, the warden moved from his desk to come and stand behind me. He held my shoulders.
“You have less than four weeks left before you can go back to your family, Tyler. This parenthesis in your life is almost over. Now, I don’t think you want to make any wave before leaving this place, right? Anything that could jeopardize you going back home?”
I did not respond. Once again, he had me.
“We have let a lot of things slide. We are not blind; we are fully aware of the gross and disgusting things you are doing with Jensen, but we have decided to…”
I cut him off:
“Gross things? Are not they the same thing you were asking from me a few months ago?”
He slapped me. I shut up immediately, regretting my outburst once again.
“Do not test my patience or my limits, Braxton. I have granted you that early release because I don’t think you belong to this place with the other savages. A single mistake and I could make the judge go back on that order. I could have you locked up in here for years, probably all of your life if I wanted to do so. So now, I think here’s the time to be a little grateful. Am I clear?”
He was quite literally twisting my wrist at that point.
“It is clear, Sir.” I said, being semi-surprised that I was still able to talk despite the fact that I was utterly terrified.
“Perfect then.” He finally let go of me. “Just keep your testimony short and simple, then. Do not make any wave and I will be happy to see you leave this place in just a few weeks.”
I did not move at first but then he specified, “we’re done here”, and I understood it was my cue to leave.
It was true. An inmate had killed other inmates. Kim had probably gone crazy. Xander had not been murdered by a guard. Still, I held the prison responsible and this meeting only comforted my opinion. If Deen had made this warning to me, that could only mean that he knew damn well that his own prison had played an important role in the killing of seven persons. Negligence, errors, faults, corruptions, frauds, rapes… you name it, but this facility had to respond of its actions.
I had been wanting to go after the system for weeks at this point, and as I was walking back to my cell, I was more determined than ever. The warden had made a terrible mistake there. Maybe if he had not pressured me like that, I would have back down, but now, more than anything in the world, I wanted to take the opportunity of this testimony to bring him down.
He wanted me to say the truth. I would.
He wanted me not to make waves. I would do much worse than that.
Maybe I was terrified by the sound of gunshots, maybe I was afraid of conflict, but I was not a coward. At least, I no longer was.
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 20: Mourning sex (Part 2)
He smiled. We kissed some more. And while we were playing with our tongues, I was wrapping myself tighter around him and sitting at the very edge of the table, he started to fuck me like this, facing me.
We stopped kissing and locked eyes with each other while he was pounding me. Pearls of sweats were dripping on my lips. I licked them. Kurtis’ stare was intense, almost intimidating. Mine probably was too. His thrusting became slower but also deeper, more aggressive. He would take his damn time, pulling out and then pulling back in my ass hole, reaching my prostate.
It was so rough, Kurtis was such a hunk, and the context of the prison, a lot of things made it feel like we were shooting a porn movie. Only in a way though. Because what we were living was so much more intimate than porn. It was real. I guess this is what people call “chemistry”.
We switched position again and after I had sucked his dick straight out of my ass, (delicious, by the way), he fucked me standing up against a machine. Damn, Kurtis was strong holding me like this as I was impaling myself on his shaft.
“I want to cum.” He said after a while.
“Me too…” I replied, in a daze. He was still penetrating me.
“I want to cum on your face.” He requested.
“Own it, then.”
He looked at me, perplex.
“Make me cum while you are fucking me in the ass. If you can do that, I’ll let you jizz on my beautiful model face.” I said with a smirk.
He smiled largely and started to fuck me even harder than before.
“Challenge accepted.”
A few seconds later, he was banging me more intensely than he ever did before. The guy was a fucking sex machine!
“It’s how you like it, hard?”
“Oh yes, babe…”
“You love it rough?” He went in deep again.
“Oh fuck…. I do…”
“You want me to make you cum.”
He changed his hold just a bit so he can grab and stroke my cock. He then moved me around while I was still in him and laid me back on the table. The stroking was too much. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Babe…” I moaned.
“I’ll fucking make you cum.” He said as he was fucking my ass balls deep and jerking off my dick at the same time.
Of course, I did not resist much longer. Seconds later, I was cumming all over my chest. The orgasm was so intense that I sprayed my own face with volleys and volleys of white cum. Some went into my mouth. Kurtis, on top of me, seemed amazed by this show.
He pulled his dick out of me for the last time and he hurried to position himself right above my face, there he could spray me with his delicious milk. At this point, I felt like I was already covered with my own cum but it was nothing compared to the huge amount of sperm Kurtis was about to unload on me.
He moaned like a beast as he was reaching orgasm and in about ten seconds, I was getting blinded by his spunk reaching my eye balls. I could not believe Kurtis had produced that much cum! My eyes, my nose, my lips, my cheeks, my hair, I was drenched.
His body was shaking when he took a step back.
“FUCK, THAT WAS GOOD.” He almost screamed as I was slowly coming back to reality.
“It was.” I commented, smiling at him. Good was an understatement but no word could have described what I was feeling.
He kissed me. We joked about the wax statue I had become with that much sperm on me and we tried to clean ourselves before going back upstairs. We had spent nearly a month attached to one another but we could not let go, not even for a moment.
We did not get caught that day but it was close, as we were heading back, we ran into Falcon.
“Love birds, here you both are! I was looking for you.” The guard said in his usual annoying tone.
His bald head still had a small bandage from the event which took place in December but the guy still had not learned his lesson. He had been more discreet right after the shooting but after only a few weeks, he was back at being a complete jerk. I despised him.
“What do you want, Falcon?” Kurtis snapped back.
I did not like this. I had never been a fan of confrontation but since the shooting, I could have panic attacks just hearing two people fight. Things could degenerate so quickly. I had to learn it the hard way.
“This is actually this one I was looking for.” Falcon said, pointing at me.
“Why?” Kurtis asked.
“Please, Kurtis, stay out of this.” I begged, already shaking from this altercation.
Falcon just rolled his eyes.
“Follow me, Braxton. Warden Deen would like to talk with you.” Responding to my confused face, he added. “I know, right? Just like the old times!”
I gave Kurtis a look which meant that I did not want him to intervene and I followed Falcon.
I may have seen the warden a couple of times, and just in passing, since the time I had seen him standing next to Xander’s dead body. Would Deen seriously still ask to fuck me? After all of this? I was just flabbergasted he had kept his position in the prison. Seven people died for fuck’s sake! Was it not enough to fire someone?
I had made my decision that I would refuse to do anything of a sexual nature when I walked into his office. He did not seem in the mood though, he looked nervous and tired.
“Inmate 328, come here, take a seat.”
Falcon stayed behind as usual. I still did not know what to expect, what mind games would the warden play on me that day?
I sat down anxiously.
“I wanted to have a quick chat with you, Braxton.”
“About what?” I asked. I was trying to be polite but it definitely did not come out this way. I just had the hardest time pretending I was respecting this man.
The warden smiled. He looked like a villain in a James Bond’s movie, ready to reveal his evil plan.
“You are a therapist, right? I mean, you were one.”
“You know that…”
“I do know that. I do know a lot about you. I assume that you are well versed regarding human behavior and psychology. I would be correct in saying that what happened in this prison a couple months ago could be considered as both a traumatic and triggering event?”
“If you are referring to the mass shooting, yes. You would be correct.”
I had no idea where he was going with this so I chose to be neutral.
“What else could I be talking about?” He marked a pause. “Human beings are complex creatures. Who knows what twisted, defective, broken cell in his brain made Kim snap?”
I swallowed my saliva; I did not want to say anything that I would regret. The warden continued.
“If you want my opinion, the kid was a looney from the start and everything that happened is just an unfortunate and unpredictable turn of events. Don’t you think so?”
“I… I don’t know, Sir. As you said, human beings are complex and I think a lot of factors came into play and…”
He cut me off.
“You did lose your license to practice though, so who can say your expert opinion would be more valid than mine?”
This time I could not help myself. The words came out in my mouth by themselves:
“What the fuck do you want from me then? Why asking those questions if you don’t want me to answer them?”
“Wow. Calm down here. This is precisely because of those kinds of irrational reactions that I wanted to talk with you. With everything that is going on, I need inmates I can count on, who won’t be reckless or dangerous.”
“I’m not irrational… nor dangerous.” I whispered under my breath.
I cannot say for sure that the warden heard me. In any event, he did not pay the slightest attention to this comment.
“As you know, this is only human to look for someone to blame every time something terrible happens. We just cannot satisfy ourselves with the fact that there may have been an accident, we have to name a victim and a culprit. I mean, this is why many of your have ended locked up behind bars, society needs an offender, a bad guy.”
“I’m not sure I’m following where you are going with this… Sir.”
“In our case like in many others, the judicial system follows his unstoppable course to find culprits and once again, we had to bother ourselves with paperwork, hearings, trials, enquiries, to find one, or several, persons responsible for an unfortunate accident.”
After that last sentence, the warden remained silent for a while. One of his usual techniques to make me uncomfortable. I made sure that I did not break the silence; I did not want him to feel like he was successfully playing me. When he realized I would not budge, he had to continue with his ridiculous speech.
“Braxton, I was informed that you will be requested to attend an official hearing shortly. They have really outdone themselves this time, this is going to be a whole thing, televised and all.”
“A hearing about the shooting?”
“Jesus, Braxton, I thought you were smarter than the others. Of course, the shooting! What else? There’s a witch hunt taking place as we speak and I simply wanted to make sure that you were clever enough to know where your interest lies in this.”
“My interest? Again, I don’t follow. You… You want me to lie in my testimony?”
He stood up immediately, banging his fist on the table. I jumped.
“Never. Again. Say. That. I. Am. Asking. You. To. Lie.”
“Sorry… I’m sorry, Sir.”
The bang on the table. The bang of the gun. Fuck me, I was trembling in my chair like an idiot. I was still fully traumatized. When the warden realized how distraught I was, he sat back down.
“It’s the exact opposite, Tyler. I want you to tell the truth! You are a white, well-educated, man. Your voice will be heard. You have been thrown in a pit filled with savages and those savages have lost their minds and have put you in danger. This is only right that you can tell your truth. So, what happened that day? Tell me.”
I was still shaking and clearly not in a state to retell the event of the worst day of my life.
“Everything happened so fast, Sir. I don’t know… And I don’t think that I can…”
“Come on, it’s not that difficult. Let me sum it up for you. The inmates you are locked up with started a fight on a foolish pretext in the cafeteria. During this fight, things escalated quickly and one of the inmates, visibly suffering from a mental illness, took a gun from a guard. Is that correct?”
“I guess but…”
“You don’t guess, you know, Braxton. The guy snapped; he shot six inmates randomly before killing himself. Correct?”
There was so much more to this. I had not realized it but I had started crying while the warden was talking to me. I hated being this weak.
“Correct…” I mumbled.
I was not actually agreeing with him but I needed to get away from this man and his creepy office before I threw up.
The warden smiled.
“So, we are aligned and that’s all there is to say.”
In another of his classic moves, the warden moved from his desk to come and stand behind me. He held my shoulders.
“You have less than four weeks left before you can go back to your family, Tyler. This parenthesis in your life is almost over. Now, I don’t think you want to make any wave before leaving this place, right? Anything that could jeopardize you going back home?”
I did not respond. Once again, he had me.
“We have let a lot of things slide. We are not blind; we are fully aware of the gross and disgusting things you are doing with Jensen, but we have decided to…”
I cut him off:
“Gross things? Are not they the same thing you were asking from me a few months ago?”
He slapped me. I shut up immediately, regretting my outburst once again.
“Do not test my patience or my limits, Braxton. I have granted you that early release because I don’t think you belong to this place with the other savages. A single mistake and I could make the judge go back on that order. I could have you locked up in here for years, probably all of your life if I wanted to do so. So now, I think here’s the time to be a little grateful. Am I clear?”
He was quite literally twisting my wrist at that point.
“It is clear, Sir.” I said, being semi-surprised that I was still able to talk despite the fact that I was utterly terrified.
“Perfect then.” He finally let go of me. “Just keep your testimony short and simple, then. Do not make any wave and I will be happy to see you leave this place in just a few weeks.”
I did not move at first but then he specified, “we’re done here”, and I understood it was my cue to leave.
It was true. An inmate had killed other inmates. Kim had probably gone crazy. Xander had not been murdered by a guard. Still, I held the prison responsible and this meeting only comforted my opinion. If Deen had made this warning to me, that could only mean that he knew damn well that his own prison had played an important role in the killing of seven persons. Negligence, errors, faults, corruptions, frauds, rapes… you name it, but this facility had to respond of its actions.
I had been wanting to go after the system for weeks at this point, and as I was walking back to my cell, I was more determined than ever. The warden had made a terrible mistake there. Maybe if he had not pressured me like that, I would have back down, but now, more than anything in the world, I wanted to take the opportunity of this testimony to bring him down.
He wanted me to say the truth. I would.
He wanted me not to make waves. I would do much worse than that.
Maybe I was terrified by the sound of gunshots, maybe I was afraid of conflict, but I was not a coward. At least, I no longer was.
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 21: Toss my black salad (back to the classics!) (Part 1)
“Ty, I don’t know… My mom cannot sleep since the shooting, knowing I’m stuck in here. I cannot do that to her. My girlfriend is worried sick too. Bro, we’re supposed to get out this hell together, in just three weeks. We cannot rock the boat now.”
Ralph and I were alone in our cell. I had just talked to him about my plan to expose the corrupt prison system and the warden’s behavior during the hearing to come. Ralph had witnessed front row what the warden was capable of, I figured that if he were to testify as well, we could have a much bigger impact.
“Ralph, we cannot let them blackmail us like this! Kurtis is still locked up because he refused to fuck with the warden. That’s messed-up!”
“This is what it is about, then, your boyfriend?”
“Come on, Ralph. You know that’s not true! Don’t let them pin us against each other! They let Romano run this place because the warden was involved in his traffic. The guards had let him, fuck… no, rape Kim, right in the open! And now that people have died, that Xander is gone, they just try to cover their tracks, saying Kim was just a lunatic and there is nothing to see. That’s bullshit!”
Ralph was pacing around our tiny cell.
“Don’t go there, Ty. Don’t mention him.” He looked at the bed above me. “You really believe that I don’t constantly think about Xander? How he ended up dead on the cafeteria floor?”
“Ralph…”
“You know what comes to mind when I think about that, about everything that led up to his death? You appear in my brain, Ty! You, not the warden! I did not forget about how you were getting fucked by Will Torres as he was smuggling drugs into this prison and trying to sell his stash to Trevor.”
That hurt more than a punch in the guts.
“That’s not fair, Ralph, putting it all on me like that. You know that I hate myself for this and I will probably regret what I did for the rest of my life, but you also know the system is rotten! The administration should be held accountable!”
Ralph stopped his pacing and looked at me. He seemed to soften-up, just a little.
“I regret some things too. I could have stopped Kim or maybe stop the fight altogether. To be honest, a part of me was just happy that we had a good occasion to go after Romano’s crew. Punch some of his stupid goons! We were all responsible. That was just…”
“Chaos… For sure.” I ended his sentence. “But the guards should have been there to protect us.”
“Protect us? Really, Ty? They despise us! We are treated worse than animals in this place!”
“And don’t you want to change that?”
Ralph sat on Fernando’s bed. As most of the times, he was shirtless, flaunting his impressive body. He was scratching his back because he was stressed.
“Ty, you really believe that we can change the system? Dude, you have spent nine months in here, look at what the prison has already done to you. That’s just the way life is. It’s just not fucking fair for people who end up in here. Unless you become the damn President of the United-States, your testimony won’t change a thing, you might just get stuck in here a little longer… or much longer! It’s not worth it, man.”
I sat down next to him, defeated.
“I’m not that naïve, Ralph. It’s just… I simply cannot do nothing! This is too frustrating, infuriating. Seeing Falcon wander around as if he owns the damn place. The warden keeps on playing mind games with us, after all that happened, that’s just sick!”
“Look, I’m really sorry.” Ralph said, putting one of his big arms around my shoulders. “I know that you are trying to fight the good fight. And… Like, of course, you’re right. The system is corrupted, rotten. I had to prostitute myself to get out of here, is it ok? Hell no. Did I do it anyway? Hell yeah! I just learned to deal with the cards I was given in life.”
He held me closer, almost squeezing me.
“I’m sorry, dude, but I’m not ready to lose the chance to finally get out of this shithole. Every time I am lying on my stupid mattress, looking at Trevor in Xander’s bed, I want to punch the walls. You have no idea, man. I need to get out of here!”
His eyes were full of tears. It was always a surprising and touching moment when the bodybuilder showed his vulnerability.
“I understand. I really do, Ralph. I don’t want you to jeopardize your release for this.” I felt selfish, all of the sudden. “I won’t mention anything about you, I promise. At all. I’ll just explain what happened to me and my own truth.”
“If you think that’s the right thing to do, you can go ahead and truly, I admire you for this. But please think about the consequences for yourself.”
In a weird big brother move, Ralph kissed my forehead.
“I’m sorry about what I said, bro. It was not your fault. What happened to Xander, I mean. And the others. That shit that happened, it fucked me up. I’m just trying to get over it and go back to my life.”
“I’m a shrink and I still have no idea how to get over the trauma.” I replied with a light smile.
“We’re cool, then?”
“We are.”
He smiled at me and pulled me in his huge arms again. Since when Ralph had become such a hugger?
“Ok. Just be careful, man. Don’t get lost in this prison drama, you have a real life outside of this, remember that.”
He stood up to leave the cell but stopped at the door, giving me a finale piece of advice:
“I know Kurtis is hot, heck, I’m straight as an arrow and I still can appreciate that he is a stud, but no matter how good he fucks you, he is not worth staying here, Ty.”
Ralph left, probably not aware that he had hit a very sensitive cord. Was part of my plan to expose the prison a desperate attempt to stay locked up with Kurtis? Maybe. In some ways, Kurtis was the only good thing in my life at this point and I could not see myself renouncing to him.
In the end, whether staying with Kurtis was part of my decision making or not, testifying was still the right thing to do.
The following Saturday, Janice and Austin came to see me at the parlor. They had brought photos of my nephew Noah with them, but also of his two bigger brothers and the entire family. My heart melted. It was always a strange feeling to realize that the world kept on spinning outside of the prison, that some people could still enjoy a somewhat “normal” life.
We were in February, but I was glad that Austin had not given up on wearing tight t-shirts. He had gone for white that day and his nipples were poking through the fabric. Just the kind of details I could not help myself from noticing…
“Are you feeling better, Ty? I bet you cannot wait to get out.” Janice said, hugging me warmly.
She had always been a good friend and she had proved it once again in the past few weeks, sending me tons of letters after the mass-shooting, offering me her help and support.
“Yeah… I am feeling better, really.”
“You can count the days now, only twenty left!” Austin continued, enthusiast.
I was still feeling weird about getting out, but I must admit, seeing my friends, hearing about my nephews and family, taking my mind outside of the prison’s life for a couple hours, that was really helping to bring me back to reality.
What I was living with Kurtis, was that even real?
I had heard a lot of stories about inmates making promises to stay in touch while they were locked up but disappearing as soon as they had put a foot outside the facility. Who could blame them though? Who would want to remember their time behind bars?
Although, I certainly would want to remember Kurtis, I thought.
“I’ll go get some coffees from the machine, you want some?” Janice said, after a while. Neither Austin nor I drank coffee so that was a strange suggestion.
“Not for me.” I spoke.
“Neither.” Commented Austin, with a quick wink directed at Janice.
She left to go get her coffee on the other side of the room, she passed by Pope and was visibly impressed by his size. I smiled to myself. A few tables behind, Trevor, Ray and his wife Sabrina were chatting. Trevor was showing his history books from the class he was taking inside the prison.
The second Janice was gone, Austin’s face became more serious. It was quite unusual for him.
“Actually, Ty, I wanted to talk to you in private.”
“What was that? A setup?” I asked as I understood Janice had left us alone on purpose. “What’s going on, Austin?”
“Nothing… Well, no… It’s a big thing, but I did not want to bother you with that before. But I think it’s time that you know.”
“What? Spill the beans! You’re freaking me out!”
“Cassie and I, we’re getting divorced.” Austin sighed.
That was rather unexpected. But at the same time, not that much.
“Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry, Austin. What happened?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Nothing specific. I was working in all parts of the country, often far away from her. I think I’ve had some problems adjusting to marriage’s life. She always wanted me to be more committed but the more she was asking of me, the more it was driving me away.”
“Shit. I really thought that you two would make it… How are you holding up?”
“I’m fine. I mean, I think it is a good thing it happened sooner rather than later. We don’t have kids. We’re not even thirty yet, this is not the end of the world. We both just have to learn from this.”
“Wow. When did my best friend from college become so wise?” I chuckled.
“I’ve changed a lot since college.” He stated, quite seriously.
“We all have.”
“Listen Ty, I wanted to propose something to you. I have a plan to work here in California, they’re building a whole new stadium in L.A. and my boss told me that I could take the job, it would be like a one-year mission. I was thinking that I should say yes. What do you think about me getting a two bedrooms apartment?”
“Are you really asking me some real-estate advice? Go to Griffin for that!” I replied sarcastically.
As often, I was completely missing the point.
“The second bedroom would be for you, dummy! I don’t know what your plan is exactly after this? Ryan can welcome you at his place, but do you really want to live with a family of 5? And please, (Austin looked around, Janice was still taking her damn time and was not coming back), don’t tell me you were considering enduring Janice’s boyfriend?”
Janice was dating a sexy and wealthy… but very boring, guy who was working in finance.
I was surprised by Austin’s proposal. First, I had not fully processed that he was getting a divorce and was about to live a single life now, and second, even though we had never completely lost touch, we had drifted apart before I got locked up in prison. He had been very supportive since then, but living together, that was a whole new level. Where was this coming from?
“Austin… That would be amazing but… I’m not sure how to say that but, sometimes, I just don’t understand why you’ve been such a great friend to me lately. You’ve come to see me here more times than anyone else, you’ve been sending me stuff, you’ve been supporting me… I’m serious, Austin, this is too much, I know we’ve not been that close after college, and I would not want to take advantage of your generosity.”
Austin took his time before speaking again. He was looking at me, deeply. It was difficult not to look away as it felt very intimate but I held his gaze. The atmosphere had shifted.
“Listen, Tyler. I’ve been thinking a lot about you. During college, after college, and even more since you’ve been locked up in here.”
My heart started racing in my chest. Damn, that stupid hope again! Austin had been my first crush. My first love. The way he was looking at me, now. This could not be all in my head. Right?
“You’ve been thinking about me?” I managed to say, feeling myself blushing.
He put his hand on mine, I felt an electric shock going through my body. Janice came back at the exact same time with her freaking coffee. Fuck!
“Some of those guys look better than I was expected.” She commented, sitting back down, not realizing she had interrupted something important.
Was it important though? Austin pulled his hand away. The moment had passed.
“We were talking about Tyler’s plan for when he gets out.” Austin explained, as if nothing had happened between us.
“What do you want to do, Ty?’ Janice asked.
“I guess Austin and I will be roommates again?”
I looked shily at my best friend from college and he had a large smile on his face.
“Damn right, roomie!”
We discussed anything and everything for the next hour, celebrity gossips, the moving in L.A., Janice thinking about getting another job, but I spent the whole hour staring at Austin, fantasizing about our future life as roommates… or more? I felt like I was 18 again, back to the point where I was obsessing over my hunky roommate.
I was really confused when Austin and Janice left but I did not really know how to communicate my feelings to Austin. For starters, I had no idea of how I was feeling.
Was I imagining things? Let’s say that Austin had some sort of feelings for me, did it matter at all? Not even talking about Kurtis and the fact that I certainly did not want any more love triangle in my life… Did I still have feelings for Austin anyway? Again, he was messing with me! All he had said that he had been thinking about me… This could mean anything… But for all these years! And the way he looked at me.
It had taken me so long to finally move on from my first love. I could not go back to the same pattern I followed when I was just a teenager. But fuck, did I really move on? Why did I choose to call Austin on the first day I was locked up in there?
The stream of thoughts ended with probably the craziest thought of all: “What if Austin was the one?”.
I was a bit more distant with Kurtis that day, I told him that I needed time for myself after visitation, and he let me have my space.
We had been literally glued to each other for weeks. He did not seem surprised; he was anticipating that I would slowly get away from him as my release date would approach. Was I really going to do that, abandoning him in this shitty place? I did not make any promise to him but I did not want to let him go.
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 21: Toss my black salad (back to the classics!) (Part 1)
“Ty, I don’t know… My mom cannot sleep since the shooting, knowing I’m stuck in here. I cannot do that to her. My girlfriend is worried sick too. Bro, we’re supposed to get out this hell together, in just three weeks. We cannot rock the boat now.”
Ralph and I were alone in our cell. I had just talked to him about my plan to expose the corrupt prison system and the warden’s behavior during the hearing to come. Ralph had witnessed front row what the warden was capable of, I figured that if he were to testify as well, we could have a much bigger impact.
“Ralph, we cannot let them blackmail us like this! Kurtis is still locked up because he refused to fuck with the warden. That’s messed-up!”
“This is what it is about, then, your boyfriend?”
“Come on, Ralph. You know that’s not true! Don’t let them pin us against each other! They let Romano run this place because the warden was involved in his traffic. The guards had let him, fuck… no, rape Kim, right in the open! And now that people have died, that Xander is gone, they just try to cover their tracks, saying Kim was just a lunatic and there is nothing to see. That’s bullshit!”
Ralph was pacing around our tiny cell.
“Don’t go there, Ty. Don’t mention him.” He looked at the bed above me. “You really believe that I don’t constantly think about Xander? How he ended up dead on the cafeteria floor?”
“Ralph…”
“You know what comes to mind when I think about that, about everything that led up to his death? You appear in my brain, Ty! You, not the warden! I did not forget about how you were getting fucked by Will Torres as he was smuggling drugs into this prison and trying to sell his stash to Trevor.”
That hurt more than a punch in the guts.
“That’s not fair, Ralph, putting it all on me like that. You know that I hate myself for this and I will probably regret what I did for the rest of my life, but you also know the system is rotten! The administration should be held accountable!”
Ralph stopped his pacing and looked at me. He seemed to soften-up, just a little.
“I regret some things too. I could have stopped Kim or maybe stop the fight altogether. To be honest, a part of me was just happy that we had a good occasion to go after Romano’s crew. Punch some of his stupid goons! We were all responsible. That was just…”
“Chaos… For sure.” I ended his sentence. “But the guards should have been there to protect us.”
“Protect us? Really, Ty? They despise us! We are treated worse than animals in this place!”
“And don’t you want to change that?”
Ralph sat on Fernando’s bed. As most of the times, he was shirtless, flaunting his impressive body. He was scratching his back because he was stressed.
“Ty, you really believe that we can change the system? Dude, you have spent nine months in here, look at what the prison has already done to you. That’s just the way life is. It’s just not fucking fair for people who end up in here. Unless you become the damn President of the United-States, your testimony won’t change a thing, you might just get stuck in here a little longer… or much longer! It’s not worth it, man.”
I sat down next to him, defeated.
“I’m not that naïve, Ralph. It’s just… I simply cannot do nothing! This is too frustrating, infuriating. Seeing Falcon wander around as if he owns the damn place. The warden keeps on playing mind games with us, after all that happened, that’s just sick!”
“Look, I’m really sorry.” Ralph said, putting one of his big arms around my shoulders. “I know that you are trying to fight the good fight. And… Like, of course, you’re right. The system is corrupted, rotten. I had to prostitute myself to get out of here, is it ok? Hell no. Did I do it anyway? Hell yeah! I just learned to deal with the cards I was given in life.”
He held me closer, almost squeezing me.
“I’m sorry, dude, but I’m not ready to lose the chance to finally get out of this shithole. Every time I am lying on my stupid mattress, looking at Trevor in Xander’s bed, I want to punch the walls. You have no idea, man. I need to get out of here!”
His eyes were full of tears. It was always a surprising and touching moment when the bodybuilder showed his vulnerability.
“I understand. I really do, Ralph. I don’t want you to jeopardize your release for this.” I felt selfish, all of the sudden. “I won’t mention anything about you, I promise. At all. I’ll just explain what happened to me and my own truth.”
“If you think that’s the right thing to do, you can go ahead and truly, I admire you for this. But please think about the consequences for yourself.”
In a weird big brother move, Ralph kissed my forehead.
“I’m sorry about what I said, bro. It was not your fault. What happened to Xander, I mean. And the others. That shit that happened, it fucked me up. I’m just trying to get over it and go back to my life.”
“I’m a shrink and I still have no idea how to get over the trauma.” I replied with a light smile.
“We’re cool, then?”
“We are.”
He smiled at me and pulled me in his huge arms again. Since when Ralph had become such a hugger?
“Ok. Just be careful, man. Don’t get lost in this prison drama, you have a real life outside of this, remember that.”
He stood up to leave the cell but stopped at the door, giving me a finale piece of advice:
“I know Kurtis is hot, heck, I’m straight as an arrow and I still can appreciate that he is a stud, but no matter how good he fucks you, he is not worth staying here, Ty.”
Ralph left, probably not aware that he had hit a very sensitive cord. Was part of my plan to expose the prison a desperate attempt to stay locked up with Kurtis? Maybe. In some ways, Kurtis was the only good thing in my life at this point and I could not see myself renouncing to him.
In the end, whether staying with Kurtis was part of my decision making or not, testifying was still the right thing to do.
The following Saturday, Janice and Austin came to see me at the parlor. They had brought photos of my nephew Noah with them, but also of his two bigger brothers and the entire family. My heart melted. It was always a strange feeling to realize that the world kept on spinning outside of the prison, that some people could still enjoy a somewhat “normal” life.
We were in February, but I was glad that Austin had not given up on wearing tight t-shirts. He had gone for white that day and his nipples were poking through the fabric. Just the kind of details I could not help myself from noticing…
“Are you feeling better, Ty? I bet you cannot wait to get out.” Janice said, hugging me warmly.
She had always been a good friend and she had proved it once again in the past few weeks, sending me tons of letters after the mass-shooting, offering me her help and support.
“Yeah… I am feeling better, really.”
“You can count the days now, only twenty left!” Austin continued, enthusiast.
I was still feeling weird about getting out, but I must admit, seeing my friends, hearing about my nephews and family, taking my mind outside of the prison’s life for a couple hours, that was really helping to bring me back to reality.
What I was living with Kurtis, was that even real?
I had heard a lot of stories about inmates making promises to stay in touch while they were locked up but disappearing as soon as they had put a foot outside the facility. Who could blame them though? Who would want to remember their time behind bars?
Although, I certainly would want to remember Kurtis, I thought.
“I’ll go get some coffees from the machine, you want some?” Janice said, after a while. Neither Austin nor I drank coffee so that was a strange suggestion.
“Not for me.” I spoke.
“Neither.” Commented Austin, with a quick wink directed at Janice.
She left to go get her coffee on the other side of the room, she passed by Pope and was visibly impressed by his size. I smiled to myself. A few tables behind, Trevor, Ray and his wife Sabrina were chatting. Trevor was showing his history books from the class he was taking inside the prison.
The second Janice was gone, Austin’s face became more serious. It was quite unusual for him.
“Actually, Ty, I wanted to talk to you in private.”
“What was that? A setup?” I asked as I understood Janice had left us alone on purpose. “What’s going on, Austin?”
“Nothing… Well, no… It’s a big thing, but I did not want to bother you with that before. But I think it’s time that you know.”
“What? Spill the beans! You’re freaking me out!”
“Cassie and I, we’re getting divorced.” Austin sighed.
That was rather unexpected. But at the same time, not that much.
“Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry, Austin. What happened?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Nothing specific. I was working in all parts of the country, often far away from her. I think I’ve had some problems adjusting to marriage’s life. She always wanted me to be more committed but the more she was asking of me, the more it was driving me away.”
“Shit. I really thought that you two would make it… How are you holding up?”
“I’m fine. I mean, I think it is a good thing it happened sooner rather than later. We don’t have kids. We’re not even thirty yet, this is not the end of the world. We both just have to learn from this.”
“Wow. When did my best friend from college become so wise?” I chuckled.
“I’ve changed a lot since college.” He stated, quite seriously.
“We all have.”
“Listen Ty, I wanted to propose something to you. I have a plan to work here in California, they’re building a whole new stadium in L.A. and my boss told me that I could take the job, it would be like a one-year mission. I was thinking that I should say yes. What do you think about me getting a two bedrooms apartment?”
“Are you really asking me some real-estate advice? Go to Griffin for that!” I replied sarcastically.
As often, I was completely missing the point.
“The second bedroom would be for you, dummy! I don’t know what your plan is exactly after this? Ryan can welcome you at his place, but do you really want to live with a family of 5? And please, (Austin looked around, Janice was still taking her damn time and was not coming back), don’t tell me you were considering enduring Janice’s boyfriend?”
Janice was dating a sexy and wealthy… but very boring, guy who was working in finance.
I was surprised by Austin’s proposal. First, I had not fully processed that he was getting a divorce and was about to live a single life now, and second, even though we had never completely lost touch, we had drifted apart before I got locked up in prison. He had been very supportive since then, but living together, that was a whole new level. Where was this coming from?
“Austin… That would be amazing but… I’m not sure how to say that but, sometimes, I just don’t understand why you’ve been such a great friend to me lately. You’ve come to see me here more times than anyone else, you’ve been sending me stuff, you’ve been supporting me… I’m serious, Austin, this is too much, I know we’ve not been that close after college, and I would not want to take advantage of your generosity.”
Austin took his time before speaking again. He was looking at me, deeply. It was difficult not to look away as it felt very intimate but I held his gaze. The atmosphere had shifted.
“Listen, Tyler. I’ve been thinking a lot about you. During college, after college, and even more since you’ve been locked up in here.”
My heart started racing in my chest. Damn, that stupid hope again! Austin had been my first crush. My first love. The way he was looking at me, now. This could not be all in my head. Right?
“You’ve been thinking about me?” I managed to say, feeling myself blushing.
He put his hand on mine, I felt an electric shock going through my body. Janice came back at the exact same time with her freaking coffee. Fuck!
“Some of those guys look better than I was expected.” She commented, sitting back down, not realizing she had interrupted something important.
Was it important though? Austin pulled his hand away. The moment had passed.
“We were talking about Tyler’s plan for when he gets out.” Austin explained, as if nothing had happened between us.
“What do you want to do, Ty?’ Janice asked.
“I guess Austin and I will be roommates again?”
I looked shily at my best friend from college and he had a large smile on his face.
“Damn right, roomie!”
We discussed anything and everything for the next hour, celebrity gossips, the moving in L.A., Janice thinking about getting another job, but I spent the whole hour staring at Austin, fantasizing about our future life as roommates… or more? I felt like I was 18 again, back to the point where I was obsessing over my hunky roommate.
I was really confused when Austin and Janice left but I did not really know how to communicate my feelings to Austin. For starters, I had no idea of how I was feeling.
Was I imagining things? Let’s say that Austin had some sort of feelings for me, did it matter at all? Not even talking about Kurtis and the fact that I certainly did not want any more love triangle in my life… Did I still have feelings for Austin anyway? Again, he was messing with me! All he had said that he had been thinking about me… This could mean anything… But for all these years! And the way he looked at me.
It had taken me so long to finally move on from my first love. I could not go back to the same pattern I followed when I was just a teenager. But fuck, did I really move on? Why did I choose to call Austin on the first day I was locked up in there?
The stream of thoughts ended with probably the craziest thought of all: “What if Austin was the one?”.
I was a bit more distant with Kurtis that day, I told him that I needed time for myself after visitation, and he let me have my space.
We had been literally glued to each other for weeks. He did not seem surprised; he was anticipating that I would slowly get away from him as my release date would approach. Was I really going to do that, abandoning him in this shitty place? I did not make any promise to him but I did not want to let him go.
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 21: Toss my black salad (back to the classics!) (Part 2)
Kurtis had told me that he loved me. It was during sex so I was not too sure that it meant something. I had not said it back. It was too soon. He did say it though. Was that real? Did we have a chance to make it outside of this place?
I definitely needed some time alone, to think by myself.
I slept back in my cell that night, it had not happened for several days, and I had not realized that Ralph, Fernando and Trevor had gotten closer in my absence.
Well, at least, they had found a common hobby… My cellmates were back at playing the porn’s producers with Ralph’s girlfriend over the phone!
Months before, I had caught all of them (plus Xander…) jacking off in my bed to that girl pouring milk all over her body. Romantic, I know! Now, the busty girl, as I had nicknamed her in my mind, was back and visibly, she was hornier than ever!
My three cellmates were lying in their respective beds, Fernando next to me on his bottom bed, Ralph on the bed on top of him, and Trevor on top of me (no pun intended), talking about what they would ask her to do next. The game had changed a little though, the girl was teasing them. They needed to come up with an original idea if they wanted a new video.
“She needs to return with the XXL dildo for the video tomorrow!” Trevor suggested. “We can just ask her to do something else with it! We can think of something.”
“Been there, done that! In her mouth, ass and pussy. What else do you want? Where else could she shove that thing? Plus, what good does it do for you and your average size dong to see her with a monster cock?” Fernando teased.
“Hey! I’m not average!” Trevor complained.
“She’ll already have the XXL dick with me in three weeks, in the meantime, we can figure something else! We cannot have run off every option already!” Ralph settled.
“Well, you told us you did not want to get other men involved, so this kinda limits our suggestions…” Trevor told Ralph.
“Damn, Trevor! Always need a dick near my girl, do you? You’re gayer than Tyler or what? No offense Ty.”
“Non taken. Being gay is not an insult.” I commented lightly, smiling at the absurdity of their conversation.
I was starting to see the point of “busty girl”. She must be laughing by herself, thinking of the horny inmates twisting their brains to find the perfect original idea to get her back on their screens.
“I’m not gay! I… I just like seeing a girl in action.” Trevor defended himself.
“Maybe you should still try to suck Kurtis’ cock, just to be sure. It seems to be very pleasing for Tyler.” Ralph chuckled.
“Kurtis is off limit, but he can practice on your anaconda, Ralph!” I snapped back.
Everybody laughed. The idea that Ralph could engage in any kind of gay sex was always a humorous topic. I mean, humorous for most, because for my part, I was well aware that Ralph was more than willing to get his ass fucked by another man if he could obtain something in return. But of course, I kept my mouth shut about that.
“What is your brilliant idea, then?” Trevor was talking to Fernando now.
“We could have her with a new girlfriend, having a little fun.” Suggested Fernando.
“Nothing new in that either.” Ralph commented.
“The girl would be new! She could choose a red-hair or something. The red ones are always spicy.”
“How many films that poor girl has already shot for you, guys?” I asked, more and more disconcerted by the whole process.
“Those videos are produced for me only!” Ralph corrected. “It just happens that I am generous enough to let my cellmates enjoy the gifts that I receive.”
Bullshit, I thought. It was clearly part of Ralph’s trip to share his girl with his mates.
“The last video she sent was a true masterpiece.” Fernando said.
“Fuck yeah! I’m getting hard again, just thinkinh about it.” Trevor added.
I must say, the conversation was also getting to me. I was aware that my three cellmates were probably caressing their dicks while discussing the prowess of busty girl and it kind of got me in the mood too.
“What was she doing?” I asked innocently.
“Picture that, Tyler! If it does not get you going, you’re 100% gay my friend.” Ralph said. “My girl, barely naked, on her king size bed. Spreading her legs for good measure to start the show. At first, she was wearing a pink thong, but not for long! She takes it off and grabs a crazy long pink double ended dildo, you know, that kind of shit, super flexible. As flexible as she is herself! And what does she do with it? She double penetrates herself! Fucking talent there. Pounding her pussy and her ass at the same time.”
“Squirting like a fountain in Rome!” Trevor added. The guy was visibly his number one fan.
“Damn right! It was heavy raining all over the camera!”
I was getting horny. Ralph would probably say that it meant that I was slightly straight. Clearly, he would be wrong. For one thing, prison had only made me gayer!
Part of my horniness was the general banters between those three straight guys, naked around me, and part of it was that I could see Ralph stroking his cock with both of his hands. Always an impressive and yummy sight.
“I have an idea.” I spoke. “For the next video.”
“No one wants to see guys fucking each other, Ty.” Fernando looked at me, his hairy dick in his hand. He was hard.
“Not really my plan, Fer. I was just thinking that instead of inserting dildos in her, she could play the other role, pretend that she fucks you with a dildo or plays with your ass!”
“What the fuck, dude?” The three of them all said it at the same time.
I chuckled.
“You don’t know what pegging is? It’s when a guy is fucked by a girl in the ass. It’s quite popular. And from what I heard, Ralph’s girl is desperate for some originality, I bet she would love the idea.”
“Bro, we told you we did not want gay shit.” Fernando commented, still stroking his dick.
“You’re so boring!” I replied. “There’s nothing gay in that, prostate is the most sensitive part of the male’s anatomy, you would love it.”
“I’ll be the first to say it, never been against my girls putting one finger or two in my bum.” Ralph said with a smirk.
I knew he could take way more than a finger or two but again, I kept this to myself.
“I do enjoy getting rimmed… sometimes.” Fernando admitted.
“There is this great porn series, Toss My Black Salad, where the girls always lick the guys’ asses. Super vintage but super nasty and hot! I don’t know where they find those bitches, but they’re always filthy as fuck.” Trevor explained.
I had a huge smile on my face. If only he knew how this porn series had impacted me when I was in college. How old was I for this to have become vintage? Shit, it has really been nearly 10 years. I thought about Austin. The man loved to get his ass eaten.
Fernando had more questions:
“So, what’s your plan, Ty?”
“In the next video, you could have her being more dominant, and either she does it with a real guy, rimming his hole, or she roleplays it, pretends like she is eating your ass, fucking you with her fingers.”
“You nastyyyy!” Fernando commented in disbelief.
“Well, maybe, but you are hard as a rock!” I snapped back at him.
And everyone laughed, once again. In the meantime, we had started hearing moaning from a girl. I recognized the tone, the background music, this was Toss My Black Salad at its finest. Ralph jumped from his bed – felt like an earthquake; he had found a video from the porn series on his phone.
“Look at that, Fer, the girl is eating her cake like it’s her favorite dessert.”
Trevor jumped too from his bed, to take a look, naked and hard. That was becoming really interesting. On the screen a dozen of black and Latino guys were sitting down on various couches, their legs up in the hair, presenting her next meal(s) to the lucky girl in the film.
In real life, the three guys started jerking off, while I stayed in my bed. My dick was stiffed as well but I was not touching myself.
“I challenge you, guys. Tyler, you don’t play, you would like it too much!” Ralph explained.
“What kind of challenge?”
“It would be more of a competition. Last one of us three to cum has to lick the ass of the two others! We’ll see how we like it!”
My interest was piqued right away.
Trevor seemed a bit uneasy but would never back down from a challenge. Fernando did not seem to really care; it is not like he was shy or modest. The entire District 2 has already walked on Fernando jerking off and/or looked at his asshole during his morning or shower stretches.
“Let’s fucking do it!”
A minute later, my cellmates were sitting next to each other on Fernando’s bed, stroking their dick to “Toss My Black Salad #108 – Carla is back for vengeance!”
I had seen the same thing happen times and times again: it seemed like straight guys were always happy to take out their dicks and wank together, especially if a gay guy such as myself was in the room watching them.
I have a professional opinion regarding this behavior. It is so difficult to get girls to like them, most of the straight guys are willing to get attention and ego boost from gay guys, even if they would never do anything with a man. They are simply craving the validation!
Of course, it is even truer in prison. Besides, it is like straight males always need to prove that their genitals are functioning correctly, show off to the group that they are “real men”.
Just the opinion of a failed therapist, no longer able to practice...
Maybe that was what was happening to Austin. He was missing my full and constant attention and admiration and wanted some of it back. I wished that was not only that. We had been through that part already during my first year in college and it did not end happily.
Jesus, what was happening to me, pondering about Austin when three hunks were jerking off in front of me? The guys were slowly but surely getting there! I could not miss the show.
With no surprise, Ralph jizzed first. He would not have proposed the challenge if he was not certain he would win it. Several volleys of white cum painted his abs white, his big dick post cumming looked delicious. I had to resist not asking for a taste.
Both Fernando and Trevor were struggling, doing their best to focus on the Toss My Black Salad video. From what I could tell, it was one the raunchiest episode of the series.
“Lick that big black ass, slut.”
“Yeah, play with your spit in my hole, go in there.”
“Breathe in deep, fuck yeah, inhale that manly scent. Finger both our holes at the same time, fucking cunt.”
I thought it would be easier for the horned up 18 years old to cum, but he was not as comfortable as Fernando was with his own body. Trevor glanced on his right and on his left too often and was losing his momentum. In the end, the Latino won and sprayed Trevor’s chest, as well as Ralph’s arm which was in the way holding the phone, with his creamy loads.
Trevor came as well but it was a few seconds too late. Too bad!
“I guess dinner is served, then!” Ferando proclaimed immediately, throwing his hairy ass in the air like the guys in the video, his hairy cock still dripping with fresh warm cum.
Ralph laughed loudly but followed suit.
Damn, that escalated quickly! I got to say, part of me was very happy with the way my suggestion had led to this.
Trevor looked at me in despair.
“Want to do that instead of me?” He asked. He seemed genuine.
Shit. That was an interesting proposal! I was very tempted but I could not do that to Kurtis. For those guys, it was a game, for me, it would be much more. Fernando did not seem keen to let me approach his ass anyway.
“Nope. Trevor, you have lost, you have to own up to the bet. Has not your dad taught you that?”
“If you say anything about that to my dad, I kill you both.” Trevor said, while getting on his knees.
“Sure, Trevor. Now shut up and eat Daddy’s beautiful ass.” Fernando said, in an almost perfect imitation of the Pornstars in the movie.
Until that point, I did not think any of them would actually go through with the stupid challenge but to my surprise, Trevor actually did. He leaned forward and buried his head into Fernando’s thick black hair, right in the ass crack. And he was really going for it! A full dive at his first go. I was impressed.
“Nice! Put some tongue in there! Fuck, I’m gonna get hard again, that does feel good!”
It looked like Fernando was not so against a good rimming anymore!
“Please, shut up.” Trevor mumbled; his face still smothered in Fernando’s big ass.
I had started touching myself under my covers, I am not sure whether the others could tell. I did not really care.
For sole response, Fernando put his hand behind Trevor’s head and pushed him even further.
“Don’t forget about me!” Ralph grabbed Trevor’s hair and pulled him over his own asshole.
One could tell that the bodybuilder was no virgin, his hole was winking at Trevor, almost gaping already! At least, it was not as hairy, probably more manageable for the teenage jock.
Trevor mumbled a low “ok, but then that’s it”, and buried his tongue in Ralph’s asshole. Both Ralph and Fernando were giggling and fist bumping each other.
“We’ll have to thank Ray for that.”
“For what?”
“For being a key element in the creation of this ass eating whore!” Fernando exclaimed.
That was it for Trevor, he pushed them away. He got some hair on his cheek but he had not noticed.
“Fuck you!” He barked at them, pissed.
“Oh, come on, we are only joking!”
“Whatever, bet is over.” Trevor said, climbing back to his bed, the other two were still smiling like children on the morning of Christmas.
“Looks like Ty enjoyed the show.” Ralph commented before going back to his own bed.
He was right, I had cummed watching everything unfold. I smiled but did not answer.
I slept like a baby that night. Was I clearer about what I should do about Kurtis, Austin, or the testimony? Not a bit. But at least, I had a good time!
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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON
Chapter 21: Toss my black salad (back to the classics!) (Part 2)
Kurtis had told me that he loved me. It was during sex so I was not too sure that it meant something. I had not said it back. It was too soon. He did say it though. Was that real? Did we have a chance to make it outside of this place?
I definitely needed some time alone, to think by myself.
I slept back in my cell that night, it had not happened for several days, and I had not realized that Ralph, Fernando and Trevor had gotten closer in my absence.
Well, at least, they had found a common hobby… My cellmates were back at playing the porn’s producers with Ralph’s girlfriend over the phone!
Months before, I had caught all of them (plus Xander…) jacking off in my bed to that girl pouring milk all over her body. Romantic, I know! Now, the busty girl, as I had nicknamed her in my mind, was back and visibly, she was hornier than ever!
My three cellmates were lying in their respective beds, Fernando next to me on his bottom bed, Ralph on the bed on top of him, and Trevor on top of me (no pun intended), talking about what they would ask her to do next. The game had changed a little though, the girl was teasing them. They needed to come up with an original idea if they wanted a new video.
“She needs to return with the XXL dildo for the video tomorrow!” Trevor suggested. “We can just ask her to do something else with it! We can think of something.”
“Been there, done that! In her mouth, ass and pussy. What else do you want? Where else could she shove that thing? Plus, what good does it do for you and your average size dong to see her with a monster cock?” Fernando teased.
“Hey! I’m not average!” Trevor complained.
“She’ll already have the XXL dick with me in three weeks, in the meantime, we can figure something else! We cannot have run off every option already!” Ralph settled.
“Well, you told us you did not want to get other men involved, so this kinda limits our suggestions…” Trevor told Ralph.
“Damn, Trevor! Always need a dick near my girl, do you? You’re gayer than Tyler or what? No offense Ty.”
“Non taken. Being gay is not an insult.” I commented lightly, smiling at the absurdity of their conversation.
I was starting to see the point of “busty girl”. She must be laughing by herself, thinking of the horny inmates twisting their brains to find the perfect original idea to get her back on their screens.
“I’m not gay! I… I just like seeing a girl in action.” Trevor defended himself.
“Maybe you should still try to suck Kurtis’ cock, just to be sure. It seems to be very pleasing for Tyler.” Ralph chuckled.
“Kurtis is off limit, but he can practice on your anaconda, Ralph!” I snapped back.
Everybody laughed. The idea that Ralph could engage in any kind of gay sex was always a humorous topic. I mean, humorous for most, because for my part, I was well aware that Ralph was more than willing to get his ass fucked by another man if he could obtain something in return. But of course, I kept my mouth shut about that.
“What is your brilliant idea, then?” Trevor was talking to Fernando now.
“We could have her with a new girlfriend, having a little fun.” Suggested Fernando.
“Nothing new in that either.” Ralph commented.
“The girl would be new! She could choose a red-hair or something. The red ones are always spicy.”
“How many films that poor girl has already shot for you, guys?” I asked, more and more disconcerted by the whole process.
“Those videos are produced for me only!” Ralph corrected. “It just happens that I am generous enough to let my cellmates enjoy the gifts that I receive.”
Bullshit, I thought. It was clearly part of Ralph’s trip to share his girl with his mates.
“The last video she sent was a true masterpiece.” Fernando said.
“Fuck yeah! I’m getting hard again, just thinkinh about it.” Trevor added.
I must say, the conversation was also getting to me. I was aware that my three cellmates were probably caressing their dicks while discussing the prowess of busty girl and it kind of got me in the mood too.
“What was she doing?” I asked innocently.
“Picture that, Tyler! If it does not get you going, you’re 100% gay my friend.” Ralph said. “My girl, barely naked, on her king size bed. Spreading her legs for good measure to start the show. At first, she was wearing a pink thong, but not for long! She takes it off and grabs a crazy long pink double ended dildo, you know, that kind of shit, super flexible. As flexible as she is herself! And what does she do with it? She double penetrates herself! Fucking talent there. Pounding her pussy and her ass at the same time.”
“Squirting like a fountain in Rome!” Trevor added. The guy was visibly his number one fan.
“Damn right! It was heavy raining all over the camera!”
I was getting horny. Ralph would probably say that it meant that I was slightly straight. Clearly, he would be wrong. For one thing, prison had only made me gayer!
Part of my horniness was the general banters between those three straight guys, naked around me, and part of it was that I could see Ralph stroking his cock with both of his hands. Always an impressive and yummy sight.
“I have an idea.” I spoke. “For the next video.”
“No one wants to see guys fucking each other, Ty.” Fernando looked at me, his hairy dick in his hand. He was hard.
“Not really my plan, Fer. I was just thinking that instead of inserting dildos in her, she could play the other role, pretend that she fucks you with a dildo or plays with your ass!”
“What the fuck, dude?” The three of them all said it at the same time.
I chuckled.
“You don’t know what pegging is? It’s when a guy is fucked by a girl in the ass. It’s quite popular. And from what I heard, Ralph’s girl is desperate for some originality, I bet she would love the idea.”
“Bro, we told you we did not want gay shit.” Fernando commented, still stroking his dick.
“You’re so boring!” I replied. “There’s nothing gay in that, prostate is the most sensitive part of the male’s anatomy, you would love it.”
“I’ll be the first to say it, never been against my girls putting one finger or two in my bum.” Ralph said with a smirk.
I knew he could take way more than a finger or two but again, I kept this to myself.
“I do enjoy getting rimmed… sometimes.” Fernando admitted.
“There is this great porn series, Toss My Black Salad, where the girls always lick the guys’ asses. Super vintage but super nasty and hot! I don’t know where they find those bitches, but they’re always filthy as fuck.” Trevor explained.
I had a huge smile on my face. If only he knew how this porn series had impacted me when I was in college. How old was I for this to have become vintage? Shit, it has really been nearly 10 years. I thought about Austin. The man loved to get his ass eaten.
Fernando had more questions:
“So, what’s your plan, Ty?”
“In the next video, you could have her being more dominant, and either she does it with a real guy, rimming his hole, or she roleplays it, pretends like she is eating your ass, fucking you with her fingers.”
“You nastyyyy!” Fernando commented in disbelief.
“Well, maybe, but you are hard as a rock!” I snapped back at him.
And everyone laughed, once again. In the meantime, we had started hearing moaning from a girl. I recognized the tone, the background music, this was Toss My Black Salad at its finest. Ralph jumped from his bed – felt like an earthquake; he had found a video from the porn series on his phone.
“Look at that, Fer, the girl is eating her cake like it’s her favorite dessert.”
Trevor jumped too from his bed, to take a look, naked and hard. That was becoming really interesting. On the screen a dozen of black and Latino guys were sitting down on various couches, their legs up in the hair, presenting her next meal(s) to the lucky girl in the film.
In real life, the three guys started jerking off, while I stayed in my bed. My dick was stiffed as well but I was not touching myself.
“I challenge you, guys. Tyler, you don’t play, you would like it too much!” Ralph explained.
“What kind of challenge?”
“It would be more of a competition. Last one of us three to cum has to lick the ass of the two others! We’ll see how we like it!”
My interest was piqued right away.
Trevor seemed a bit uneasy but would never back down from a challenge. Fernando did not seem to really care; it is not like he was shy or modest. The entire District 2 has already walked on Fernando jerking off and/or looked at his asshole during his morning or shower stretches.
“Let’s fucking do it!”
A minute later, my cellmates were sitting next to each other on Fernando’s bed, stroking their dick to “Toss My Black Salad #108 – Carla is back for vengeance!”
I had seen the same thing happen times and times again: it seemed like straight guys were always happy to take out their dicks and wank together, especially if a gay guy such as myself was in the room watching them.
I have a professional opinion regarding this behavior. It is so difficult to get girls to like them, most of the straight guys are willing to get attention and ego boost from gay guys, even if they would never do anything with a man. They are simply craving the validation!
Of course, it is even truer in prison. Besides, it is like straight males always need to prove that their genitals are functioning correctly, show off to the group that they are “real men”.
Just the opinion of a failed therapist, no longer able to practice...
Maybe that was what was happening to Austin. He was missing my full and constant attention and admiration and wanted some of it back. I wished that was not only that. We had been through that part already during my first year in college and it did not end happily.
Jesus, what was happening to me, pondering about Austin when three hunks were jerking off in front of me? The guys were slowly but surely getting there! I could not miss the show.
With no surprise, Ralph jizzed first. He would not have proposed the challenge if he was not certain he would win it. Several volleys of white cum painted his abs white, his big dick post cumming looked delicious. I had to resist not asking for a taste.
Both Fernando and Trevor were struggling, doing their best to focus on the Toss My Black Salad video. From what I could tell, it was one the raunchiest episode of the series.
“Lick that big black ass, slut.”
“Yeah, play with your spit in my hole, go in there.”
“Breathe in deep, fuck yeah, inhale that manly scent. Finger both our holes at the same time, fucking cunt.”
I thought it would be easier for the horned up 18 years old to cum, but he was not as comfortable as Fernando was with his own body. Trevor glanced on his right and on his left too often and was losing his momentum. In the end, the Latino won and sprayed Trevor’s chest, as well as Ralph’s arm which was in the way holding the phone, with his creamy loads.
Trevor came as well but it was a few seconds too late. Too bad!
“I guess dinner is served, then!” Ferando proclaimed immediately, throwing his hairy ass in the air like the guys in the video, his hairy cock still dripping with fresh warm cum.
Ralph laughed loudly but followed suit.
Damn, that escalated quickly! I got to say, part of me was very happy with the way my suggestion had led to this.
Trevor looked at me in despair.
“Want to do that instead of me?” He asked. He seemed genuine.
Shit. That was an interesting proposal! I was very tempted but I could not do that to Kurtis. For those guys, it was a game, for me, it would be much more. Fernando did not seem keen to let me approach his ass anyway.
“Nope. Trevor, you have lost, you have to own up to the bet. Has not your dad taught you that?”
“If you say anything about that to my dad, I kill you both.” Trevor said, while getting on his knees.
“Sure, Trevor. Now shut up and eat Daddy’s beautiful ass.” Fernando said, in an almost perfect imitation of the Pornstars in the movie.
Until that point, I did not think any of them would actually go through with the stupid challenge but to my surprise, Trevor actually did. He leaned forward and buried his head into Fernando’s thick black hair, right in the ass crack. And he was really going for it! A full dive at his first go. I was impressed.
“Nice! Put some tongue in there! Fuck, I’m gonna get hard again, that does feel good!”
It looked like Fernando was not so against a good rimming anymore!
“Please, shut up.” Trevor mumbled; his face still smothered in Fernando’s big ass.
I had started touching myself under my covers, I am not sure whether the others could tell. I did not really care.
For sole response, Fernando put his hand behind Trevor’s head and pushed him even further.
“Don’t forget about me!” Ralph grabbed Trevor’s hair and pulled him over his own asshole.
One could tell that the bodybuilder was no virgin, his hole was winking at Trevor, almost gaping already! At least, it was not as hairy, probably more manageable for the teenage jock.
Trevor mumbled a low “ok, but then that’s it”, and buried his tongue in Ralph’s asshole. Both Ralph and Fernando were giggling and fist bumping each other.
“We’ll have to thank Ray for that.”
“For what?”
“For being a key element in the creation of this ass eating whore!” Fernando exclaimed.
That was it for Trevor, he pushed them away. He got some hair on his cheek but he had not noticed.
“Fuck you!” He barked at them, pissed.
“Oh, come on, we are only joking!”
“Whatever, bet is over.” Trevor said, climbing back to his bed, the other two were still smiling like children on the morning of Christmas.
“Looks like Ty enjoyed the show.” Ralph commented before going back to his own bed.
He was right, I had cummed watching everything unfold. I smiled but did not answer.
I slept like a baby that night. Was I clearer about what I should do about Kurtis, Austin, or the testimony? Not a bit. But at least, I had a good time!
[MORE TO CUM]
Always thought from the beginning that a reunion with Austin was possible. But Tyler starts to get me on my nerves. Always the same... "Will he be the right one?" "Or he?", "Maybe him?" If you ask yourself every time you meet a handsome man, you'll be never happy in real life. If you have feelings for someone and you think he's a decent guy, make the move and try out if it works together. Each decision in life contains some risks, go for it and discover yourself!
Getting Ty to this point of him owning who he is, stop making stupid mistakes, and sticking up to his decision is one of the big storyline of this second book. I hope you'll find the ending satisfactory!
I'm sure I will, mate. What I wrote down was just something that i've told to many people. Cause I've seen a lot of Ty's searching their honey from flower to flower. Concerning this book, you've enjoyed me a lot as reader. However it will end, satisfaction assured.
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