My First Year in Prison (Erotic gay drama)

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 22: The testimony (Part 1)

“Inmate 328, Tyler Braxton, please come take the stand.”

I was nervous, my armpits were sweating. I did not know the room would be so full of people. Some journalists, some other inmates who were supposed to testify after me or who have just testified, like Ralph, and some closed-ones, families.

Austin, Ryan and Janice were there.

An old black man was leading the session. He was not a judge but an auditor. At least, that was what I understood. Because it was not a trial but a public hearing, I did not have a lawyer, we were all testifying as witnesses. The prison was represented though, a fierce woman, in her forties, wearing a fancy grey woman-suit and very high heels. Her name was Jenny Kooper, with a K. Later on, I learned that she became a hot-shot lawyer for a big pharmaceutical group.

A real bitch, if you want my opinion.

Every time an inmate would budge from the official version (a terrible series of events only caused by a lunatic convict), she would come at him aggressively, disqualifying his testimony or bringing evidence to show that Kim was mentally unstable. The warden was sitting next to her, his right leg shaking under the table, showing obvious signs of stress.

I cannot count the instances where that evil woman repeated: “What happened on December 12th was an awful but unexpected tragedy and only the prison’s smooth action had allowed to avoid more casualties.”

Every time I wanted to scream at her. The prison’s smooth action! Who was she kidding? Apparently, enough people…

Anyway, I stood up and walked to the stand. I still had no idea of what I was going to say. I had woken up in Kurtis’ arms that day. We were both naked but we did not have sex. Our relationship had passed that point, we could spend time with each other without fucking.

I think that he loved me. I was still reluctant to commit to anything. I was not sure where my heart was at and I did not want to make any empty promises. But apparently, Kurtis did not need them. He was patient and was semi-expected for me to forget him once I would be out.

There were less than two weeks left before my release.

“Mister Braxton, do you understand that anything you will say on this stand will be said under oath and any lie or misconstruction of the truth might lead to prosecution?” The severe auditor asked me.

I swallowed my saliva. I glanced at Ryan and Austin, they seemed worried. They were both wearing a suit, quite unusual for them. They looked sharp though.

“I do, Sir.”

“Mister Braxton, can you confirm you were present in the cafeteria on December 12th during lunch time?” It was a short woman, sitting at the right of the main auditor who was speaking. She was conducting most of the interviews for Ralph and the other inmates who had talked before me.

Ralph’s interview had been short. He pretended that the trauma had made him forget about everything from that day. He confirmed that, as shown on the surveillance video, a fight between the inmates broke down and one of convicts took a gun from a guard before shooting. There was not much else to say.

“Busty Girl”, his girlfriend, was in the room, wearing an impressive cleavage. You can say what you want about that woman, but she was dedicated to be herself, no matter how dire the circumstances were!

From where I was now sitting, I saw another woman. She was more discreet, she looked almost afraid. My heart skipped a bit. Mindy was there, still wearing her wedding ring. Her eyes were teary but she was not crying.

“Mister Braxton?” The short woman repeated.

“Sorry. I… Yes, I confirm that I was there in the cafeteria. I… We were coming back from Xander’s wedding ceremony.”

“You are referring to Xander Dantons, one of the victims, right?”

“Right, madam.”

Mindy looked at me. Damn, that was difficult to do this with her staring at me.

“You were assisting to the wedding ceremony. I imagine you and Inmate Dantons were close?”

My voice was shaking a little when I answered:

“We were. He was my cellmate and…” I looked at Ralph. “We had become friends. Xander was a great person.”

“He was still convicted of a serious crime and sentenced to prison.” The woman representing the prison’s interests, Jenny Kooper, said.

I thought her remark was misplaced but I did not say anything. I did not even know whether I was allowed to speak or not.

“Mister Braxton, the argument in the cafeteria seemed to originate from Mister Ray Kennedy’s comments towards Mister Will Torres. What was it about?”

That was exactly the kind of questions that Ralph eluded, claiming not to know or not to remember anything.

“I think that Ray was angry that some of the inmates might have brought drugs inside the facility. He thought that Will had proposed some to his son, Trevor.” I answered, trying to hide my nervousness.

“Right.” The auditor commented. He knew all of that already.

“Several inmates started to argue, you were one of them. Why?” The short woman asked.

“It is hard to say… The atmosphere got heated.” I looked at the warden, he was smiling at me. Asshole.

I thought it was maybe the right time to say that the guards were refusing to take action, causing the tension to escalate. I can still see the bald face of Falcon standing by, letting things unfold before his eyes to not confront Romano and his crew.

I was not that brave though, at least, not yet. Austin, Ryan, Kurtis, Ralph, all of them had advised me not to make waves, not to compromise my own freedom.

The interview kept on going. I refrained myself from any out-of-the-box comment until one tense exchange with Jenny Kooper shifted the whole course of the day.

“Among those who started fighting afterwards, we can find all of the inmates who ended up dead. Romano, Dantons…”

She started listing people but I cut her off:

“Xander Dantons did not take part in any fight.”

“Mister Braxton, we have the footage.” She claimed.

“So, you know that he was trying to calm things down! Precisely, he was trying to stop the fight from happening!”

We heard a sob in the room. Shit. It was Mindy, but she was smiling at me. I was probably the first one to put my neck up, even just a little, to stand up for Xander. It was barely nothing really, but I could see that it had moved her.

An old man who looked just like her, probably her dad, was helping her standing up to leave the room. I could see that he was trying to convince her to go outside. She seemed very affected by what was going on.

That was when I noticed it. Or maybe she purposely showed it to me. I am not sure. All I know is that she was carrying a very clear baby bump, she must have been around four or five months pregnant.

It was like my world was suddenly turned upside down. Mindy eventually sat back down but everything had changed. The whole room was looking at her, now. The pregnant widow.

Everything clicked in my brain. That was the news that Xander wanted to tell us when we got back to the cafeteria, right before the shooting. That was the news she must have whispered to him after they had exchanged their vows. Mindy was already expecting Xander’s baby when they got married.

“Mister Braxton, that will be all.” The main auditor said.

What? Already? The auditor seemed in a hurry. A dozen of inmates were supposed to testify that day. But I was not finished! Nothing had been dealt with!

“I have some more things I wanted to share.” I said, surprising even myself.

I glanced at Ryan and saw a look on his face which was saying: “What the fuck are you doing?” Hell, I was doing what was right. Austin did not seem so surprised, he even imperceptibly nodded at me.

“Things to share related to the event of December 12th?” The short woman asked.

“Yes.” I marked a short pause, thinking of where I wanted to go with this. “I mean, I consider that the information I have to share are intrinsically related to the event of December 12th.”

The warden was no longer smiling. At least, I had won that.

“Please, do tell.” The auditor said, slightly annoyed and looking at his watch.

The journalists seemed quite bored so far, barely filming or taking notes, but their interest was piqued now. Jenny Kooper, with her stupid K, was scrambling, going through her numerous files on her desk. She was looking for mine, no doubt.

“I do not think the prison system and the guards inside the facility have done everything in their power to avoid this mass shooting from occurring.” I stated.

A complete silence ensued. The auditor scanned me and said calmly:

“Please, elaborate.”

“For starters, Kim used a gun who was belonging to a guard. A young guard who I believe, should not have been authorized to wear a gun inside the facility.”

Kooper made a weird noise, between a laugh and a gasp.

“Inmate 328.” She said, cutting me off. “You do realize that the gun carried by Guard Foster had been approved and is fully up to California’s state prison rules. Guard Foster had received a comprehensive training and was perfectly authorized to hold this weapon. Every safety measure had been followed, all done by the book. I do not really see how the opinion of an inmate would matter here.”

“Maybe because I almost died that day! Because of that gun! And seven other people did lose their lives!” I snapped back.

Kooper was about to respond but the auditor talked first.

“Miss Kooper, we will let you comment and interrogate Mister Braxton in time. I would like to hear a bit more from him first.”

“Of course, Sir.” She said, while sitting back down.

The warden whispered something in her ear as she was still going through her files.

I jumped on the opportunity to speak up:

“The gun is only one thing! The guards purposely let the fight escalate!”

“Why would they do such a thing?” A man at the left of the auditor asked, he had not spoken until now.

Fuck. Explaining this was the big part. The one that could really get me in trouble. I looked at Mindy. Only at her. I had to speak up.

“Guard Falcon and Warden Deen are notoriously involved in Romano’s traffics and drug deals, they had let him run the prison. They covered him up, and let him harass, fight, threaten, and rape other inmates, in particular, Kim. He snapped that day after months of being raped almost daily by Romano.”

There was an audible gasp in the room. I got chills. What had I done? I heard some clicking. The journalists and their cameras. Now, I got everyone’s attention.

“Those are very serious accusations, Mister Braxton.” The auditor said, concerned.

“Outrageous!” The warden yelled. “Baseless allegations from a deranged inmate! What the hell is this? How can we let those people spill their lies on such a platform?”

Jenny Kooper made him a sign to calm down. She intervened:

“Maybe we could ask Mister Braxton his evidence regarding the warden’s involvement in Mister Romano’s drug deals. All I heard was this was (she made quotation marks with her fingers) notorious… I’m curious how.”

Shit. The evidence. Of course, I got none.

“I….”

“Or were those just hear-says?” Kooper asked me, getting closer to the stand. She was legitimately scary.

“Everybody knew it in the prison…”

She nodded her head in a smirk. She had made her point.

“Well… Talk about undeniable evidence! Everybody knew it! That’s convenient. And yet, you’re the only one to mention this.”

Some of the people in the audience laughed.

The short woman intervened in a more neutral tone:

“Mister Braxton, do you have any concrete examples of what you are stating here? How did you get this information about Guard, who was it, Falcon? And the warden being involved with the illegal activities of some of the inmates?”

I felt so stupid at that point. I looked at Ryan and Austin again, and I should not have, they both seemed mortified. Janice was biting her nails.

“I don’t have any actual evidence, that’s true. There was no way for me to check if what I have been told by other inmates was real but...”

Jenny Kooper clapped her hands and was smiling now. She cut me off again:

“And that was it for Mister Braxton’s show! Can we move on before that poor boy commits perjury and lengthens his sentence for a couple more years? Really, this is in his best interest to shut up.”

“Listen, I don’t know what the warden was up to outside of the prison, right, but I knew what he was doing inside! And I saw, first hand, that he was treating Romano, but also some other inmates, differently.”

“Mister Braxton, if you do not have any concrete example of what you are saying, please, do not make us waste our time.” The auditor said in a sigh.

“I have examples!”

“Who were those inmates treated differently, then. In what way?”

“Me!” I yelled, totally losing my nerves.

“Are you here to complain because the prison administration was not nice enough with you, Inmate?” Kooper asked sarcastically.

“Not at all. I’m not saying he has treated me worse than the others. I’m saying I have been treated differently. Actually…” I took a deep breath and waited for more silence in the room. “I was treated better than other inmates because I let him fuck me.”

Another loud gasp, and at this point, the clicking of the cameras were unstoppable. People started to shout in the court room and the auditors’ faces had shifted. That would definitely be a moment they would remember in their career: an inmate was claiming that he had been fucked by the warden, sitting a few feet away from them.

I saw Janice in the crowd, she looked like she had been hit by the car, and trust me, I know what it does to be hit by a car!

“This is unacceptable!” The warden barked, out of himself.

[Chapter 22 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 22: The testimony (Part 2)

The auditor stood up to obtain silence. My heart was racing so fast, I thought that it was going to jump out of my chest. I could not believe that I was actually doing it, but there was no going back now. My hands were heavily shaking.

After a few minutes of chaos and only once the calm had returned, the auditor asked:

“Are you stating, under oath, that you had sex with the warden Deen, inmate?”

“I am.”

Fuck. Did I just take ten more years of prison?

“How did that happen?”

“I was called into his office and… Well, I was escorted to his office by Guard Falcon, and then, the warden asked me to perform a fellatio on him.”

“Just like that?” The short woman said, astonished. The warden was fully red and mumbling insults under his beard.

“I mean, first, he asked me to suck on his feet but then…”

“I am formally asking to stop this interrogation immediately.” Kooper barked, walking to the auditors. “This is recorded live! Journalists are here, we cannot let this man spread abject lies and remain silent. Inmate 328 has evidently a vendetta against warden Deen but this is not the object of the hearing! Besides, we have numerous reasons to believe this man is a pathological liar.”

The main auditor looked at his colleagues.

“It is true that this hearing is not related to this. Mister Braxton, I suggest you lodge an official complaint if you want to press charges against the warden Deen, otherwise, I am not too sure how this relates to the event of December 12th.”

“I… I don’t want to press charges; I just want to say the truth. The prison was not treating the inmates fairly. Some were refused early release because they refused this sick blackmail… I…”

Under the pressure, I lost my words.

“If Mister Braxton insists on talking, let’s talk. Inmate 328, can you tell us the reason you got arrested?” Kooper asked.

She was back to being her collected self, and it was even more terrifying.

“I don’t see what this has to do with anything…” I replied.

“Just answer the question, Mister Braxton.”

“Embezzlement, and drug trafficking.”

I said, still ashamed of myself.

“But you were not only sentenced to prison, if my information is correct, you also lost your licence to practice? You were a therapist, right?”

“I was.”

“Could you tell us about the reasons you lost your license? And let me remind you once again, you are under oath.”

I looked at Ryan, defeated.

“I had sex with one of my patients.” I said, on the verge of breaking down.

“That’s right. You are gay, correct?”

“I am.”

“And you are claiming that the warden has made you participate in sexual acts, inside the prison.”

“I’m not claiming anything, that’s true.”

“So, your official testimony is that you only had sex with the warden in prison, because he forced you to.”

I hesitated. Was I forced? Was he the only one? I took too long to andwer. She had me:

“Sir, have you had sex with another person while you were locked up in the facility?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She knew.

“I…”

“Just answer the question, Mister Braxton.”

“I did.”

The floor was disappearing under my feet. From this point on, I knew that I had lost any ounce of credibility I may have had entering this room. I was the guy who got convicted for having sex with his patient, who was fucking inmates in prison and who was now claiming the warden had also had sex with him…

“Mister Braxton, we have dozens of surveillance footage showing you sharing rather intimate moments with Inmate Kurtis Jensen. Are you denying this?”

I looked towards Austin. I should not have. He looked disgusted.

“I do not deny this. I have started a relationship with him.”

“Knowing this is against the regulations and rules of the prison?”

“Yes…”

And right there, maybe two more years were added to my sentence. She was breaking me.

“But that’s not it. Kurtis Jensen is not the only one Mister Braxton had sex with right inside the prison. The list is long, starting with Will Torres… Tyler Braxton here is actually the reason there was even a fight in the cafeteria that day! It was not about the drugs. Ray Kennedy was blaming him for having sex with a member of the opposite gang!”

The whole room was staring at me. I was shaking, sweating. Maybe I was about to faint, at least, it I lost consciousness, this would stop!

“No…”

“You did not have sex with Will Torres?”

“I did but this is not why…”

“If you want to know what type of character Tyler Braxton really is, just check Google! Pretty simple. Nine years ago, the same man who slept with his own patient, who had sex with other inmates while he was locked up, and who is now claiming, without the beginning of an evidence, that everyone in the prison has asked sexual favours from him… That same man had sex with his Law professor and even shared pictures of his prowess online!”

“You cannot say that!” Austin shouted. “That’s not fair!”

Oh God, Austin was crying. He was fuming and started to run towards Kooper.

“No!” I begged him.

He was out of himself and was only stopped by a policeman. Since the shooting, this kind of scenes were giving me anxiety attacks. Austin had to be taken away from the court. I was feeling worse than ever.

“Mister Braxton, allow me to give you a piece of advice. Before putting ridiculous allegations in the air, born in your sick and perverted mind and which will only get you an access straight to life in prison, next time, just think about the consequences.”

What was I trying to prove? What was I trying to say? I was stunned, finished. My whole shameful and perverted life, every worse thing that I have done in the past ten years had been listed for the entire world to listen and I had not made any point, not helped anything. I had tanked myself just like Ralph had warned me it may happen.

I stood up, trembling.

The main auditor tried to talk to me again but I could barely hear him. My mind was a blank. I was having a panic attack. I almost fainted on my bench next to Ralph.

I truly thought my life was over.

I was wrong though.

Because, my dear reader. This story, is one where the good guys won and the bad guys end up in prison!

“Mister Foster, please take the stand.”

The young guard, or rather former guard, walked to sit where I was only a few minutes before. Foster looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. I had not seen him in the room but he was there, the whole time, in a corner. And now, he had decided to speak up.

“Mister Foster, do you understand that anything you will say on this stand will be under oath and any lie or misconstruction of the truth might lead to prosecution?” The auditor asked him.

“I do.”

“Mister Foster, can you confirm you were present in the cafeteria on December 12th during lunch time?”

“I was. And I have some statements to make.”

“Go ahead.” The auditor said, clearly worried another incident might happen.

“Is it possible for me to make my statement and respond to any question afterwards? I would feel much more comfortable that way.”

Foster had several pieces of paper in his hands which were slightly shaking but his voice was firm, clear.

“Please do, but you have only a few minutes.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He started to read his papers and his voice soothed my anxiety. He did not take only a few minutes, Foster talked for nearly 20 minutes straight.

“I was hired to work in California State Prison a year ago. Quickly, I understood that the methods there had nothing to do with what we were taught in school. (…)

I have witnessed countless of instances where inmates were abused by the staff, and by Guard Falcon and Warden Deen in particular. (…)

My regret is immense for not speaking sooner as my inaction has cost seven lives. Seven human lives. Sure, those people have been convicted and deserved their sentence, but prison should give people a sense of what is wrong and what is right and it only blurs the lines further when the administration encourages corruption, humiliation and all sorts of abuse. (…)

In the strongest terms, I want to say that I fully concur with Tyler Braxton’s testimony. Warden Deen, helped by his right-hand, Guard Falcon, had put a system in place based on unfair treatment, harassment and abuse. (…)

From the moment the inmates are being brought in the facility, the guards are encouraged, I, personally, have been encouraged, to humiliate them. (…)

It starts with the initial check at the arrival in the prison. Falcon quickly told me that it was ok, and that I should, play with the inmates, mock them, humiliate them. When Tyler Braxton got in the prison, he was sexually assaulted as Falcon unnecessarily proceed to finger his anus violently. (…)

Warden Deen had made his policy to refuse to address any recommendation letter for early release for any inmate who would not take his dick in the ass, sorry for my language, Sir, those were his words. (…)”

The auditors wanted concrete examples and evidence: Foster had come prepared. He had dozens of them and as his account continued, the entire audience listened. The warden was crying now. Kooper was dead silent. The journalists were eating this testimony up.

I cried too.

And let me tell you, that was not pretty. It was not the beautiful single tear sliding down my cheek like in one of those movies. I was a full mess.

I cannot remember any other instance in my life where I have cried that much. I was more or less falling from the bench on the Court’s floor, shaking uncontrollably and bawling my eyes out. Ralph had to hold me. Somehow, at one point, Ryan was behind me and was holding me too.

“Everything is gonna be okay, Ty”. Ryan whispered to me. He truly was my comfort zone. My rock. My ally since the moment I was born.

I was feeling so many emotions at the same time, it was difficult to pinpoint what exactly was going on in my brain.

Was it that I had heard, told by someone else, the list of the abuse that I had, as well as most of the inmates, gone through? We had been sexually assaulted, manipulated, humiliated. But maybe, because I had messed up in my life before, in a way, I had let it happen, as if it was ok, as if I deserved it.

I did not. We deserved our sentence, at least most of us did, but not the abuse.

Funny enough, I did not break down as Kooper was confronting me, telling the whole world how untrustworthy I was, how much of a sexual pervert I was, how much of an awful person I was, but I broke down when Foster corrected the lies, when he confirmed my truth. The truth.

The atmosphere in the Court room was impossible to describe at that point. The warden had been escorted out, some other people had come in. The press was hysterical. A boring hearing had turned into a show with all the perfect ingredients: a sex scandal, the downfall of an authority figure, the shocking revelations.

My testimony had been messy, unclear, badly presented but Foster had been perfect with the way he had gone about it. I was immensely grateful that he had managed to say what I could not. Kooper looked defeated. That bitch!

What would happen now? They could not ignore Foster’s testimony. Crying on my brother’s shoulder, I hoped so bad for this afternoon to have an impact, to worth something.

They did not ignore Foster’s testimony, nor mine for that matter.

As hard it was to believe at first, we had effectively turned the tables.

The California Sate conducted an enquiry on the prison’s administration, an actual one. It did not take more than a couple of days to prove everything that I had said was right, and more. The camera footage combined with our testimonies were quite telling. Ralph was heard in private too; he finally said the truth.

Thankfully, that did not prevent him from getting his early release, on the contrary!

Since the day after the hearing, a lawyer had been accompanying us at every step of the way. A great guy, handsome as well! A young hot shot, barely older than me, a black guy, broad shoulders, well dressed, his name was Benjamin Parker. It helped us before he became notorious.

Parker had seen the hearing on the television and had made it his mission to help us, partly because he was genuinely concerned for us, partly because he wanted to make this case his claim to fame. I did not mind his motives as long as I could finally have a competent legal counsel by my side.

He made sure that we would provide useful and relevant testimonies, he encouraged us to specify in detail the different abuse we had been subject to, and he managed to negotiate a deal with the administration’s new top executive. Warden Deen and Guard Falcon were long gone.

For once in my damn life, I had made the right decision. Telling my truth. My affair with my patient or with my professor nine years before were not making the headlines, Deen was making them, and a nation-wide conversation on the prison system was now ongoing.

Sadly, that conversation did not go very far. Fighting for the rights of inmates was still an uphill battle when they were so many other pressing issues to tackle for the “good guys”. But at least, and at our level, we had made a change, Falcon was soon to be convicted and this was in itself a sufficient reason to celebrate.

As planned, I would be released a few days later with Ralph, but a few other inmates which had been refused early release on unfair motives were also authorized to get out. Justice!

Among them, there was a particular inmate I was rooting for. We got the news as were hanging out with Kurtis and Ralph in my cell. Guard Davis, who had survived the purge, came with an official paper in his hand and a huge smile on his face.

“Jensen, I think that’s for you.” He said, handing the piece of paper.

Kurtis read the document and almost immediately broke down in my arms.

“I’m free, Ty.” He simply stated.

I kissed him on the lips. First time we did that in public. It just felt so natural.

“You deserve that, Kurtis.”

“You did that, Ty. You got me out of here.”

I had never felt prouder. We would leave the prison together.

But wait… What did that mean for us? He kissed me again.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

[diseasedarchon]

Ahhh!!! They can be together outside prison!! Don't take that away from us please ♥

 

[sunandfun]

He needs to move in with Austin -- and see how that progresses!

 

[laptoper]

Absolutely awesome story! Brilliantly written.
The first story I look for updates on.

Thanks for telling it!

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 22: The testimony (Part 2)

The auditor stood up to obtain silence. My heart was racing so fast, I thought that it was going to jump out of my chest. I could not believe that I was actually doing it, but there was no going back now. My hands were heavily shaking.

After a few minutes of chaos and only once the calm had returned, the auditor asked:

“Are you stating, under oath, that you had sex with the warden Deen, inmate?”

“I am.”

Fuck. Did I just take ten more years of prison?

“How did that happen?”

“I was called into his office and… Well, I was escorted to his office by Guard Falcon, and then, the warden asked me to perform a fellatio on him.”

“Just like that?” The short woman said, astonished. The warden was fully red and mumbling insults under his beard.

“I mean, first, he asked me to suck on his feet but then…”

“I am formally asking to stop this interrogation immediately.” Kooper barked, walking to the auditors. “This is recorded live! Journalists are here, we cannot let this man spread abject lies and remain silent. Inmate 328 has evidently a vendetta against warden Deen but this is not the object of the hearing! Besides, we have numerous reasons to believe this man is a pathological liar.”

The main auditor looked at his colleagues.

“It is true that this hearing is not related to this. Mister Braxton, I suggest you lodge an official complaint if you want to press charges against the warden Deen, otherwise, I am not too sure how this relates to the event of December 12th.”

“I… I don’t want to press charges; I just want to say the truth. The prison was not treating the inmates fairly. Some were refused early release because they refused this sick blackmail… I…”

Under the pressure, I lost my words.

“If Mister Braxton insists on talking, let’s talk. Inmate 328, can you tell us the reason you got arrested?” Kooper asked.

She was back to being her collected self, and it was even more terrifying.

“I don’t see what this has to do with anything…” I replied.

“Just answer the question, Mister Braxton.”

“Embezzlement, and drug trafficking.”

I said, still ashamed of myself.

“But you were not only sentenced to prison, if my information is correct, you also lost your licence to practice? You were a therapist, right?”

“I was.”

“Could you tell us about the reasons you lost your license? And let me remind you once again, you are under oath.”

I looked at Ryan, defeated.

“I had sex with one of my patients.” I said, on the verge of breaking down.

“That’s right. You are gay, correct?”

“I am.”

“And you are claiming that the warden has made you participate in sexual acts, inside the prison.”

“I’m not claiming anything, that’s true.”

“So, your official testimony is that you only had sex with the warden in prison, because he forced you to.”

I hesitated. Was I forced? Was he the only one? I took too long to andwer. She had me:

“Sir, have you had sex with another person while you were locked up in the facility?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She knew.

“I…”

“Just answer the question, Mister Braxton.”

“I did.”

The floor was disappearing under my feet. From this point on, I knew that I had lost any ounce of credibility I may have had entering this room. I was the guy who got convicted for having sex with his patient, who was fucking inmates in prison and who was now claiming the warden had also had sex with him…

“Mister Braxton, we have dozens of surveillance footage showing you sharing rather intimate moments with Inmate Kurtis Jensen. Are you denying this?”

I looked towards Austin. I should not have. He looked disgusted.

“I do not deny this. I have started a relationship with him.”

“Knowing this is against the regulations and rules of the prison?”

“Yes…”

And right there, maybe two more years were added to my sentence. She was breaking me.

“But that’s not it. Kurtis Jensen is not the only one Mister Braxton had sex with right inside the prison. The list is long, starting with Will Torres… Tyler Braxton here is actually the reason there was even a fight in the cafeteria that day! It was not about the drugs. Ray Kennedy was blaming him for having sex with a member of the opposite gang!”

The whole room was staring at me. I was shaking, sweating. Maybe I was about to faint, at least, it I lost consciousness, this would stop!

“No…”

“You did not have sex with Will Torres?”

“I did but this is not why…”

“If you want to know what type of character Tyler Braxton really is, just check Google! Pretty simple. Nine years ago, the same man who slept with his own patient, who had sex with other inmates while he was locked up, and who is now claiming, without the beginning of an evidence, that everyone in the prison has asked sexual favours from him… That same man had sex with his Law professor and even shared pictures of his prowess online!”

“You cannot say that!” Austin shouted. “That’s not fair!”

Oh God, Austin was crying. He was fuming and started to run towards Kooper.

“No!” I begged him.

He was out of himself and was only stopped by a policeman. Since the shooting, this kind of scenes were giving me anxiety attacks. Austin had to be taken away from the court. I was feeling worse than ever.

“Mister Braxton, allow me to give you a piece of advice. Before putting ridiculous allegations in the air, born in your sick and perverted mind and which will only get you an access straight to life in prison, next time, just think about the consequences.”

What was I trying to prove? What was I trying to say? I was stunned, finished. My whole shameful and perverted life, every worse thing that I have done in the past ten years had been listed for the entire world to listen and I had not made any point, not helped anything. I had tanked myself just like Ralph had warned me it may happen.

I stood up, trembling.

The main auditor tried to talk to me again but I could barely hear him. My mind was a blank. I was having a panic attack. I almost fainted on my bench next to Ralph.

I truly thought my life was over.

I was wrong though.

Because, my dear reader. This story, is one where the good guys won and the bad guys end up in prison!

“Mister Foster, please take the stand.”

The young guard, or rather former guard, walked to sit where I was only a few minutes before. Foster looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. I had not seen him in the room but he was there, the whole time, in a corner. And now, he had decided to speak up.

“Mister Foster, do you understand that anything you will say on this stand will be under oath and any lie or misconstruction of the truth might lead to prosecution?” The auditor asked him.

“I do.”

“Mister Foster, can you confirm you were present in the cafeteria on December 12th during lunch time?”

“I was. And I have some statements to make.”

“Go ahead.” The auditor said, clearly worried another incident might happen.

“Is it possible for me to make my statement and respond to any question afterwards? I would feel much more comfortable that way.”

Foster had several pieces of paper in his hands which were slightly shaking but his voice was firm, clear.

“Please do, but you have only a few minutes.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He started to read his papers and his voice soothed my anxiety. He did not take only a few minutes, Foster talked for nearly 20 minutes straight.

“I was hired to work in California State Prison a year ago. Quickly, I understood that the methods there had nothing to do with what we were taught in school. (…)

I have witnessed countless of instances where inmates were abused by the staff, and by Guard Falcon and Warden Deen in particular. (…)

My regret is immense for not speaking sooner as my inaction has cost seven lives. Seven human lives. Sure, those people have been convicted and deserved their sentence, but prison should give people a sense of what is wrong and what is right and it only blurs the lines further when the administration encourages corruption, humiliation and all sorts of abuse. (…)

In the strongest terms, I want to say that I fully concur with Tyler Braxton’s testimony. Warden Deen, helped by his right-hand, Guard Falcon, had put a system in place based on unfair treatment, harassment and abuse. (…)

From the moment the inmates are being brought in the facility, the guards are encouraged, I, personally, have been encouraged, to humiliate them. (…)

It starts with the initial check at the arrival in the prison. Falcon quickly told me that it was ok, and that I should, play with the inmates, mock them, humiliate them. When Tyler Braxton got in the prison, he was sexually assaulted as Falcon unnecessarily proceed to finger his anus violently. (…)

Warden Deen had made his policy to refuse to address any recommendation letter for early release for any inmate who would not take his dick in the ass, sorry for my language, Sir, those were his words. (…)”

The auditors wanted concrete examples and evidence: Foster had come prepared. He had dozens of them and as his account continued, the entire audience listened. The warden was crying now. Kooper was dead silent. The journalists were eating this testimony up.

I cried too.

And let me tell you, that was not pretty. It was not the beautiful single tear sliding down my cheek like in one of those movies. I was a full mess.

I cannot remember any other instance in my life where I have cried that much. I was more or less falling from the bench on the Court’s floor, shaking uncontrollably and bawling my eyes out. Ralph had to hold me. Somehow, at one point, Ryan was behind me and was holding me too.

“Everything is gonna be okay, Ty”. Ryan whispered to me. He truly was my comfort zone. My rock. My ally since the moment I was born.

I was feeling so many emotions at the same time, it was difficult to pinpoint what exactly was going on in my brain.

Was it that I had heard, told by someone else, the list of the abuse that I had, as well as most of the inmates, gone through? We had been sexually assaulted, manipulated, humiliated. But maybe, because I had messed up in my life before, in a way, I had let it happen, as if it was ok, as if I deserved it.

I did not. We deserved our sentence, at least most of us did, but not the abuse.

Funny enough, I did not break down as Kooper was confronting me, telling the whole world how untrustworthy I was, how much of a sexual pervert I was, how much of an awful person I was, but I broke down when Foster corrected the lies, when he confirmed my truth. The truth.

The atmosphere in the Court room was impossible to describe at that point. The warden had been escorted out, some other people had come in. The press was hysterical. A boring hearing had turned into a show with all the perfect ingredients: a sex scandal, the downfall of an authority figure, the shocking revelations.

My testimony had been messy, unclear, badly presented but Foster had been perfect with the way he had gone about it. I was immensely grateful that he had managed to say what I could not. Kooper looked defeated. That bitch!

What would happen now? They could not ignore Foster’s testimony. Crying on my brother’s shoulder, I hoped so bad for this afternoon to have an impact, to worth something.

They did not ignore Foster’s testimony, nor mine for that matter.

As hard it was to believe at first, we had effectively turned the tables.

The California Sate conducted an enquiry on the prison’s administration, an actual one. It did not take more than a couple of days to prove everything that I had said was right, and more. The camera footage combined with our testimonies were quite telling. Ralph was heard in private too; he finally said the truth.

Thankfully, that did not prevent him from getting his early release, on the contrary!

Since the day after the hearing, a lawyer had been accompanying us at every step of the way. A great guy, handsome as well! A young hot shot, barely older than me, a black guy, broad shoulders, well dressed, his name was Benjamin Parker. It helped us before he became notorious.

Parker had seen the hearing on the television and had made it his mission to help us, partly because he was genuinely concerned for us, partly because he wanted to make this case his claim to fame. I did not mind his motives as long as I could finally have a competent legal counsel by my side.

He made sure that we would provide useful and relevant testimonies, he encouraged us to specify in detail the different abuse we had been subject to, and he managed to negotiate a deal with the administration’s new top executive. Warden Deen and Guard Falcon were long gone.

For once in my damn life, I had made the right decision. Telling my truth. My affair with my patient or with my professor nine years before were not making the headlines, Deen was making them, and a nation-wide conversation on the prison system was now ongoing.

Sadly, that conversation did not go very far. Fighting for the rights of inmates was still an uphill battle when they were so many other pressing issues to tackle for the “good guys”. But at least, and at our level, we had made a change, Falcon was soon to be convicted and this was in itself a sufficient reason to celebrate.

As planned, I would be released a few days later with Ralph, but a few other inmates which had been refused early release on unfair motives were also authorized to get out. Justice!

Among them, there was a particular inmate I was rooting for. We got the news as were hanging out with Kurtis and Ralph in my cell. Guard Davis, who had survived the purge, came with an official paper in his hand and a huge smile on his face.

“Jensen, I think that’s for you.” He said, handing the piece of paper.

Kurtis read the document and almost immediately broke down in my arms.

“I’m free, Ty.” He simply stated.

I kissed him on the lips. First time we did that in public. It just felt so natural.

“You deserve that, Kurtis.”

“You did that, Ty. You got me out of here.”

I had never felt prouder. We would leave the prison together.

But wait… What did that mean for us? He kissed me again.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 23: Choose me (Part 1)

312 days. 311 nights. And finally, it was over.

Well, almost. Only a couple hours to go before I could leave those depressing grey walls.

Austin was the one appointed to come get me, Ryan being busy with the kids on the other side of the country.

Austin did not have a home in California yet but he had booked an hotel in Santa Barbara for a couple of nights. Afterwards, I would be going back to the East Coast to spend some time with my family.

The plan was then to move near Los Angeles and share an apartment with my former college crush.

“Former” crush. That was debatable. Austin had taken the job offered by his boss and would be staying for at least a year. With me? I had some troubles actually picturing it. It was not like I had any other plan anyway.

As you can imagine, I was very excited slash very nervous about getting out. The fact that I was released the same day as two of my closest friends in the prison, Ralph and Kurtis, was the cherry on top.

Ralph was getting picked up by “Busty Girl” and would go live with her, at least, for a little while. Her name was Mia by the way, maybe I should start calling her that and stop reducing her to the size of her boobs. I mean, to be fair, those two knockers were a big part of her personality.

Ralph had already a plan about starting an Onlyfans page with her, Mia was apparently psyched by the idea.

Great rehabilitation after prison, I thought.

For Kurtis, it had been all so sudden that he did not have time to prepare for his release. He wanted to reconnect with his parents after the tragedy they had all gone through, - he had been the one to ask them not to visit him in prison -, but that was a difficult thing to do and he wanted to take some days by himself before reaching out to them.

I spontaneously proposed that he should stay with me, and therefore with Austin, while we were still in California.

The call I made to Austin the day before the big release (no pun intended) was a bit awkward.

“You want me to pick up your prison boyfriend too?” He asked me, quite surprised, or rather, disappointed.

Austin knew that I had sex with an inmate, well, with the testimony, the whole world knew basically, but he had no idea that Kurtis had been authorized to get out of prison and that I intended to stay in touch with him.

“He’s not my prison boyfriend.” I replied, unconvincingly.

“What is he, then?”

“My… friend.”

He chuckled:

“With benefits?”

“Oh, shut up, Austin. Listen, he has no one and I… I really like him. He’s a cool guy and we go out on the exact same day.”

“Tyler, are you really going to hold on to this guy you met in prison?”

I was annoyed by his reaction but I guess that it made sense. Why would Austin be happy to have to deal with an inmate? He was probably imagining that the guy was a crazy drug dealer or something.

I mean, Kurtis had killed someone. Before going to prison, I would probably have reacted the same way. But I was an inmate too, now. And truthfully, despite what I told to Austin, Kurtis was not just a friend.

After a few minutes talking, Austin understood that it meant a lot for me and he made sure to book two bedrooms for the hotel. He also promised that he would be nice to Kurtis. Austin was the type of guys to get along with everyone so I did not have much doubt about that.

I only thought about it once I had hung up the phone. Why did he have to change his plan in booking two rooms? His initial idea was for the both us to share a single room? Two separate beds or only one? I wondered.

The last time we had shared a hotel room together, we had sex, freaking good, rough sex. He had fucked me both in the bed and in the shower. It was nearly ten years prior. But he was not very comfortable with it afterwards.

Kurtis was also nervous about tagging along with Austin and I.

“I don’t want to intrude.” He whispered to me once as we were cuddling.

Weirdly, we were a bit less close since we had learned that we would be getting out together. Somehow, it was all becoming very real. In the outside world, we could actively choose to remain or not remain in contact.

Inside the prison, we would still cuddle but he did not kiss me anymore. We did not have sex either, not since the testimony. None of us talked about our plans or our feelings. I knew that I cared about him and that he cared about me and that was all that really mattered.

Would he still want me now that hundreds of guys would probably throw themselves at him? Kurtis was a gay magnet on a stick: tall, fit, hot, with that bad boy energy, coming straight out of prison.

Would I care if he left me? Were we even together to begin with?

“You won’t intrude, trust me.” I replied to him, getting closer to his warm body in the tiny uncomfortable bed. “It’s gonna feel so good being out of here. You’ll see. Austin is great.”

“I know he’s great, you made that pretty clear.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.” He said, seriously.

I was a bit taken aback and let go of the subject. Kurtis was always so fucking real. Could not he be cynical like everyone else?

The goodbyes to the other inmates were more or less touching, that’s the least that we can say. From Frenchy who showed us his dick for no apparent reason, Pope who cried his balls out, and Trevor who told me that I had become his hero since the hearing, the feelings were definitely mixed.

When we passed by his cell, Glenn thought it was a good idea to joke about the time he sucked Kurtis’ cock and I snapped.

I punched him in a face, right in front of a guard!

After I delivered this very brave testimony, after I got my boyfriend, no wait, my *special friend* Kurtis out of jail, last day there, I punched a ginger guy in the face and I took three more years of prison!

Psych!

I guess you were ready to give up on me at this point.

Of course, I did not do anything. I let Glenn tease us, smiled through it and freaking got the hell out of this place!

At the time, I genuinely thought that I would miss some of these guys, turned out, I did not. That might be harsh to read but my brain put everything that happened in that jail in a box and left it in a corner of my skull that I would only visit during some of my nightmares.

I did grow in that awful place. I changed, physically and mentally. My ten months in prison would impact me for the rest of my life but I did not want to ponder about it. Only years afterwards, I felt ready to take the pen and write about my experience there. Some of these things I have been writing about only came back as I was writing them, the memories had been locked in my mind for so long.

Ironically, the one person that I would see regularly from this time of my life was not one of the inmates, it was Mindy. I would visit her and the kid. She named him Xander. He looked very much like him.

Way letter in life, I donated them part of the money that I had earned from my first book so the kid could go to college. Maybe he would meet a hot roommate there! It appeased me of my guilt, a bit.

There were Kurtis and Ralph too, but those were a different story. They were not “prison” friends. They were “we are coming out of this hell together” friends. Also, I had no choice but to subscribe to Ralph’s Onlyfans!

Right before Guard Davis opened the door to let us out, I suddenly felt terribly worried. It came without warning, my heart started racing really fast, I was hot, as if I was about to have a panic attack.

What must it be like for people who had stayed years in prison? What was it like for Kurtis, standing right beside me? The outside world seemed so dangerous, crazy, random. There was no rule about the time we were supposed to get up, to go outside, to eat.

In the end and mainly thanks to the help of my friends and family, I readjusted quite quickly to real life but the first few days were definitely tough.

Ralph walked up to Busty Girl, I mean, to Mia. She told me in a southern accent that I was “amaaaaaazing” during the trial, she hugged me warmly and I got scared that her boobs were going to explode pressed that much against my chest. Ralph hugged me too, shook Kurtis hands, and hopped in the car with his lady.

I am pretty sure she was blowing him up as he was driving outside of the parking lot. How romantic!

Kurtis and I were left there. Behind. Austin was late.

We had been handed our personal things. I got back my phone so I could text Austin. Kurtis did not have one. He was pale and very quiet. Again, the guy was not very talkative normally but that day, he was set on mute, very hard to read.

“He’ll be there.” I told Kurtis to reassure him.

He just nodded at me. What was he thinking about?

Austin did not reply to my text. I started wondering. Had he given up on me? It was one of the most important days of my life, how could he be late?

Austin showed up a few minutes later with the best excuse in the world. He had brought warm burgers from my favourite fast-food place since college. He remembered. The smile on my face when he got out of the car with the freaking burgers must have been very telling for Kurtis but I could not help myself.

I jumped towards Austin and I smelt him (and the food!).

We immediately started joking around. We did not want the food to get cold but I insisted on not eating in the prison parking lot and Austin drove us a mile away. We ate sitting on the trunk of the car, parked in a narrow trail leading to a forest. The weather was pretty warm for the month March, even by Southern California’s standards.

It was surreal. Being out, with both Austin and Kurtis, eating my favourite meal, enjoying the sun. The scene looked so much like a dream, it was like someone else was living it and I was merely a spectator. Austin did his best to make Kurtis feel included and I was happy when he started to relax.

The two even started to bond other sports and other boring stuff. Kurtis was quite fascinated by Austin’s job working to build stadiums. I let them be and looked at them fighting over the best American football team.

Jesus, we were two gay guys and one “straight curious maybe bi” guy, could we talk about the Kardashian or something?

I loved them both. Differently. But I did love them both.

Then, it was Austin who came up with the idea.

“Guys! Don’t you want to have a good swim in the ocean before driving to the hotel! Must feel like a good taste of freedom, no?”

This was very tempting.

“I don’t have any speedos…” I replied.

They both laughed.

“Come on! After the communal showers, now you’re shy?!” Kurtis asked.

He was way too relaxed suddenly.

“Skinny Dipping!” Austin exclaimed.

And there it was decided. We drove only a few miles until we found an isolated beach. The place was beautiful and we had it all for ourselves.

I was feeling all types of ways, the whole thing felt like a miracle, but at the same time, it was too good to be true, and what would happen next?

Kurtis could read that I was not fully there with them. When we got out of the car, he took me aside.

“Ty, we will worry about everything later. For now, just enjoy the moment, for once in your life. Something good is happening to us here.”

I smiled. And he took off his tee-shirt running towards the sand. Austin was taking a few things from the car; he was watching us not so discreetly.

He was handsome that day. Austin always looked good but he was particularly hot. He had gotten a haircut very recently, his slightly upcoming beard was perfectly trimmed, his tight tee-shirt was fitting him like he was the model for the brand. His biceps were to die for.

Did he prepare himself for me? Had he been thinking about this moment? About us?

I was relying on so little things to think that, just maybe, something could happen between Austin and I. I had misread the signs so many times before.

I walked towards the beach with Austin. I had never seen Kurtis like this, he was already taking his pants and sneakers off while running in the sand, and jumped in the water butt naked, his clothes spread on the path before him.

“Your friend is excited by the beach.” Austin commented with a grin.

“Seems like it.” I spoke. “Thanks, Austin.”

“For what?”

“For everything. For doing this.”

He smiled at me and took off his tee-shirt. His chest was amazing. Thinking about it, I had not seen him in shirtless in more than nine-year, fuck, he was even hotter than when he was 19! He was a Man now.

“You’re very welcome.” He winked at me, and him too, ran towards the beach.

I followed through. I took off my clothes, threw them away until I was just wearing the white prison briefs and I threw them off as well before jumping in the lukewarm water. Austin and Kurtis were already playing with each other. I joined them. They were both stunning. Kurtis swam towards me and kissed me, full tongue. I was not expecting it but I let it happen.

I got hard under the water; I was sure that Kurtis was hard too. Austin looked at us but did not react. He did not even look surprised.

The couple of hours we spent at the beach that day are probably ones of the best of my entire life. We joked, we played around, we were free, in the truest sense of the word.

After a while, Austin got out the water to pick up our clothes spread out everywhere in the sand and to put them on a blanket. He was like Poseidon, a Greek God coming out of the ocean: the salty water dripping from his hair down to his entire naked body, his muscular chest, his large pecs and hard nipples, his defined and slightly hairy abs, the treasure trail leading to his pubic hair and a big dick, mostly flaccid but not entirely, uncut, dripping with water too, hanging between two large thighs.

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 23: Choose me (Part 2)

The view from the front was battling with the view from behind: his broad back, his peachy delicious ass, his notorious birth marks. I looked at him in awe as he was picking things up, sometimes bending over, offering me a glance at his hole. He was giving me a show. He must have been doing this on purpose.

Sometimes he was turning towards Kurtis and I, his incredible naked body glistening under the sun.

Kurtis looked at him too. Of course, he would.

“You were right. He is really great.” He said, while holding me from behind in the water, his dick against my thighs, his tongue sometimes sliding down my neck.

“Yeah…” I managed to say, in a daze.

“You’re in love with him?” Kurtis asked me.

“I don’t know.” I replied, genuinely.

Kurtis was moving behind me, his big throbbing dick was getting closer to my ass-crack. Was he about to fuck me under water? Austin was still struggling with the clothes lost in the sand, would he notice something? Kurtis lodged his hard cock between my two ass cheeks, although he was not penetrating me, the instant was one of the most erotic I had ever lived.

Austin lied down on a towel, maybe fifteen feet in front of us.

“Do you love me?” Kurtis whispered in my ear, still humping me.

“I don’t know.” I repeated. Again, this was genuine.

He kissed my neck. Austin was no longer watching us, drying himself under the sun and tanning. I turned around to kiss Kurtis.

“I do.” He spoke.

I knew what he meant but I had to ask.

“You do what?”

“Love you.” He kissed me again. “I love you with every freaking fibre of my skin. I want to protect you. I want to fuck you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to marry you one day, Tyler.”

The tears falling from my eyes were getting lost in the Pacific Ocean.

“Kurtis…”

I wanted all these things, and more.

“Don’t say anything. Not now.”

He kissed me one last time and Kurtis swam away. I watched him. His ass slightly above the water looked stunning as he was swimming like a pro. When he got out, Austin probably understood he had serious competition.

Kurtis basically pulled out the same trick, slowly getting out of the water, like those freaking lifeguards in Baywatch. But not only he was naked, he was also fully hard. His huge dick flapping against his abs as he was leaving the water and walking towards Austin. I looked tenderly at his teddy bear tattoo on his neck, but not so tenderly at his firm hairy ass I had eaten quite some times already.

Objectively, the two were equally stunning and fit although they were quite different.

Kurtis had a browner skin tone, very short hair, he was a bit taller and had a more edgy look and attitude. Austin was broader and had more of an “all American” look, the former college jock turned into a hunk of an adult, the cute student turned into a hot “daddy”.

Austin smiled at the view of Kurtis’ hard cock. I could not believe how at ease he was. But truthfully, I was not sure I still knew Austin.

We had only seen each other for special occasions for nine long years. In the meantime, Austin had become much more mature, much more confident too, and apparently much more at ease with hanging with gay guys naked. Not that Austin had ever been shy…

His meaty dick was still soft though, contrary to mine. For me, it was a clear sign he could not be gay. Any gay guy would have been fully hard seeing Kurtis coming out of the water this way. Right?

The two of them were now lying next to each other as I stayed in the water. I looked at their feet. I cannot say why but I thought of Griffin in that instant. I was no longer mad at him. How could I? He had made the right decision. I was still not at the point of wishing him a good life with his new boyfriend but I had nothing to be jealous of.

When my dick finally got flaccid again, I got out of the water and joined Kurtis and Austin. Kurtis was semi-sleeping and Austin was drinking a beer.

I paid closer occasion to their respective cocks, again, equally stunning. They were both hung and uncut, and I knew that they also had this great quality of being both a shower and a grower. I would say that Kurtis was a bit thicker and Austin a bit longer. Kurtis cock showed more veins but Austin’s dick, especially when hard looked like the ultimate dick specimen: perfect ratio between length and thickness, just like those dildos in the store.

I knew from experience both of them tasted delicious and felt great in my ass. Although, I had not taken Austin’s for years, he was probably even better at sex now. I, myself, had learned a few tricks in the past decade!

Kurtis woke up from his nap and drank a couple beers with us. The weirdest part was how natural it felt for the three of us to be naked and chatting together.

We shared some stories from prison, only the silly ones like how I found out that Glenn was sucking Ray Kennedy thanks to his own son’s tattoo, and then, we talked about some more serious topics. The warden and Falcon were both facing years in prison and we would have to testify during their trials.

Once we no longer had beers to drink, we finally put our clothes back on and took our things back in the car.

There, the reality hit me once again, I became moody. I was pissed off by the sand everywhere. I mean, damn it, going to the beach is fun, but a week later, I can still find sand deep in my ass-crack when I shower!

Obviously, my real concerns were elsewhere. I had no job. I did not know if living with Austin would actually happen. And what about Kurtis? He had made me this amazing love declaration in the ocean. What if I left everything to leave with him, wherever he would go.

While Kurtis fell asleep on the backseat, - he really had troubles to sleep in prison but now he kept napping -, Austin put his hand on my left thigh. He did not say a word. Me neither. I let my dick get hard, he noticed, but he kept holding my thigh firmly.

We arrived at the hotel quite late. As planned, Austin had booked two rooms, 403 and 404. He would be staying in 403.

“Dude, that’s crazy!” I spoke.

“What?” Kurtis asked.

“403. That was the number of Austin and I’s dorm room in college.”

“What a crazy coincidence!” Austin teased.

“Wait…”

“I asked for it, dummy! I thought it would be a nice throwback.”

I was speechless. The receptionist handed us the two keys. Kurtis proposed we go have one last drink at the hotel bar before going up to our respective rooms. He thanked Austin for picking us up and organizing this whole thing. I was a little buzzed by this point.

We sat down at the bar and the atmosphere had shifted, something special was in the air. We laughed and talked as if the three of us had been friends for years.

Kurtis went to the bathroom after we had been poured our last drinks and Austin took his shot. Quite literally, he drank his shot of vodka, but he also took his shot, at me.

“Choose me.” He spoke, looking me straight in the eyes.

I almost spilled out my own drink.

“What?”

“I know you like him and he seems great. Truthfully, I don’t know why, well, probably because he was a convict, I thought Kurtis would be a weird guy. But I can tell he is a good person; I can tell he loves you and I can certainly tell he is hot as fuck. But I have to ask you anyway. Choose me.”

My hands were shaking. Austin took them. In the corner of my eyes, I saw the bartender stopped whatever he was doing to listen.

“Austin… What are you saying?”

“You know exactly what I’m saying, Ty.”

“No! I don’t. I’m freaking lost. All of the sudden, you’re gay? You want to be with me? Is that it?”

He seemed a bit taken aback by my reaction. What was he expecting? I would throw myself into his arms.

“This has nothing to do with me being gay. It’s just… It’s you.”

“Dude, you’re married.”

“I’m divorcing.”

“Well, you’ve been married, to a woman.”

“Oh my God, Ty! I cannot believe you, of all people, are so close minded that I just could not…” He did not finish his sentence.

“Could not be attracted to me?! Yeah! It’s hard to believe.”

“Well, I am, attracted to you. And it’s not easy to explain. Actually, it’s quite impossible to explain. But I have never met someone like you. It’s been ten years now, and I have never felt this strong connection with anyone else. When I was with Cassandra, I realized I was still missing something, so I tried to fuck guys, I thought I was gay or bi and this is why things were not working out with her. But that was not it. The other guys did nothing on me. The others girls either. When you came to my wedding, it was the worst day of my life. I saw you there and the whole day I wondered if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Your wedding was the worst day of your life? What the actual fuck, Austin? Where was this all before? How come you never told me anything? I mean, ten years ago, I asked you if there was the slightest chance that you and me could be together and you said no. I gave you the opportunity. I was so fucking ready for this!”

“I know! But at the time, I thought it was just a crazy experience, what we did. I could not picture myself actually dating you, you were my friend. I was not attracted to guys, I’m still not, not really so it simply did not make sense in my mind. Anyway, I did not want to use you, to play with you. I did not want to give you false hope. But maybe I was wrong. You and me, maybe it could have worked. It’s the only relationship that ever truly made sense to me.”

“Gosh, Austin.”

“I know this is too late, ok. But you did call me the first day you were locked up, no? And there’s this thing. Always! When we meet. I know you feel it too!”

He squeezed my hands. Damn, this hotel was warm. Could they turn the air conditioning on or something?

“Austin… It took me years getting over you. Trying would have been good enough ten years ago, but now, I’m going to need more than just a “maybe, it could work”. I cannot go back to you only for you to realize it was all a mistake. And there’s Kurtis!”

Austin took his time before saying anything else. My heart was beating fast.

“Tyler, if you think that what you have with Kurtis is real, go for it. If you don’t have feelings for me, we can forget that I have ever told you that. I understand, I miss my shot in college and now it’s too late. I will always be your friend. But if somehow, you feel how I feel, I can only make this request: choose me. I don’t have nothing else to offer than to try and give our relationship a shot.”

Kurtis came out from the bathroom. He had teary eyes. Honestly, the three of us were on the verge of crying, I was not too sure how long Kurtis had been there, but no matter what he had actually heard, he had figured it out.

“Kurtis, I…” I stood up.

Very sensually, he put his finger on my lips.

“Tyler, I’ll be in room 404. I’ll go now. I hope you’ll join me but if you don’t, if you have something else to live, I’ll understand.”

He kissed me on the cheek and walked to the elevator. I was stunned.

“Damn, he’s really classy.” Austin said, trying, as always, to make light of the situation. “I’ll be in room 403 then.”

He kissed me on the cheek too and joined Kurtis in the elevator. The doors closed on the both of them and I was left at the bar, millions of thoughts running through my mind, until suddenly, I had clarity.

I asked another drink from the bartender. He was obviously gay and very excited by the whole thing.

“What type of Grey’s Anatomy drama was this?” He asked me, filling up my glass.

I laughed and cried at the same time.

“Just my life, man. It’s like timing is always off with me.”

“Are you kidding me? The two most handsome men I have ever seen walking in this hotel just both asked you to join them in their respective room. How is your timing not right? You’re the luckiest guy on Earth!”

I smiled.

“I guess…”

I did not want to break the heart of any of them.

“Who are you going to choose? Don’t tell me you’ll do that thing where you choose neither of them! Always pissed me off when they do that in the movies!”

“Don’t worry about that. I know which room I am going to go to.”

I stood up and walked to the hotel elevator with my bag. I pressed 4.

There was no list of pros and cons. This was not a difficult decision either. I listened to my guts, to my heart, call it what you want, and it was clear. I knew with whom I wanted to spend the night and hopefully, the rest of my life.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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At the time when I first published the story on my Patreon, I let my subscribers choose their ending because I could not possibly pick between Kurtis and Austin.

 

[sunandfun]

Amazing chapter....please do not make us wait too long for the final chapter!!!!

 

[Kheran]

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 23: Choose me (Part 2)

The view from the front was battling with the view from behind: his broad back, his peachy delicious ass, his notorious birth marks. I looked at him in awe as he was picking things up, sometimes bending over, offering me a glance at his hole. He was giving me a show. He must have been doing this on purpose.

Sometimes he was turning towards Kurtis and I, his incredible naked body glistening under the sun.

Kurtis looked at him too. Of course, he would.

“You were right. He is really great.” He said, while holding me from behind in the water, his dick against my thighs, his tongue sometimes sliding down my neck.

“Yeah…” I managed to say, in a daze.

“You’re in love with him?” Kurtis asked me.

“I don’t know.” I replied, genuinely.

Kurtis was moving behind me, his big throbbing dick was getting closer to my ass-crack. Was he about to fuck me under water? Austin was still struggling with the clothes lost in the sand, would he notice something? Kurtis lodged his hard cock between my two ass cheeks, although he was not penetrating me, the instant was one of the most erotic I had ever lived.

Austin lied down on a towel, maybe fifteen feet in front of us.

“Do you love me?” Kurtis whispered in my ear, still humping me.

“I don’t know.” I repeated. Again, this was genuine.

He kissed my neck. Austin was no longer watching us, drying himself under the sun and tanning. I turned around to kiss Kurtis.

“I do.” He spoke.

I knew what he meant but I had to ask.

“You do what?”

“Love you.” He kissed me again. “I love you with every freaking fibre of my skin. I want to protect you. I want to fuck you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to marry you one day, Tyler.”

The tears falling from my eyes were getting lost in the Pacific Ocean.

“Kurtis…”

I wanted all these things, and more.

“Don’t say anything. Not now.”

He kissed me one last time and Kurtis swam away. I watched him. His ass slightly above the water looked stunning as he was swimming like a pro. When he got out, Austin probably understood he had serious competition.

Kurtis basically pulled out the same trick, slowly getting out of the water, like those freaking lifeguards in Baywatch. But not only he was naked, he was also fully hard. His huge dick flapping against his abs as he was leaving the water and walking towards Austin. I looked tenderly at his teddy bear tattoo on his neck, but not so tenderly at his firm hairy ass I had eaten quite some times already.

Objectively, the two were equally stunning and fit although they were quite different.

Kurtis had a browner skin tone, very short hair, he was a bit taller and had a more edgy look and attitude. Austin was broader and had more of an “all American” look, the former college jock turned into a hunk of an adult, the cute student turned into a hot “daddy”.

Austin smiled at the view of Kurtis’ hard cock. I could not believe how at ease he was. But truthfully, I was not sure I still knew Austin.

We had only seen each other for special occasions for nine long years. In the meantime, Austin had become much more mature, much more confident too, and apparently much more at ease with hanging with gay guys naked. Not that Austin had ever been shy…

His meaty dick was still soft though, contrary to mine. For me, it was a clear sign he could not be gay. Any gay guy would have been fully hard seeing Kurtis coming out of the water this way. Right?

The two of them were now lying next to each other as I stayed in the water. I looked at their feet. I cannot say why but I thought of Griffin in that instant. I was no longer mad at him. How could I? He had made the right decision. I was still not at the point of wishing him a good life with his new boyfriend but I had nothing to be jealous of.

When my dick finally got flaccid again, I got out of the water and joined Kurtis and Austin. Kurtis was semi-sleeping and Austin was drinking a beer.

I paid closer occasion to their respective cocks, again, equally stunning. They were both hung and uncut, and I knew that they also had this great quality of being both a shower and a grower. I would say that Kurtis was a bit thicker and Austin a bit longer. Kurtis cock showed more veins but Austin’s dick, especially when hard looked like the ultimate dick specimen: perfect ratio between length and thickness, just like those dildos in the store.

I knew from experience both of them tasted delicious and felt great in my ass. Although, I had not taken Austin’s for years, he was probably even better at sex now. I, myself, had learned a few tricks in the past decade!

Kurtis woke up from his nap and drank a couple beers with us. The weirdest part was how natural it felt for the three of us to be naked and chatting together.

We shared some stories from prison, only the silly ones like how I found out that Glenn was sucking Ray Kennedy thanks to his own son’s tattoo, and then, we talked about some more serious topics. The warden and Falcon were both facing years in prison and we would have to testify during their trials.

Once we no longer had beers to drink, we finally put our clothes back on and took our things back in the car.

There, the reality hit me once again, I became moody. I was pissed off by the sand everywhere. I mean, damn it, going to the beach is fun, but a week later, I can still find sand deep in my ass-crack when I shower!

Obviously, my real concerns were elsewhere. I had no job. I did not know if living with Austin would actually happen. And what about Kurtis? He had made me this amazing love declaration in the ocean. What if I left everything to leave with him, wherever he would go.

While Kurtis fell asleep on the backseat, - he really had troubles to sleep in prison but now he kept napping -, Austin put his hand on my left thigh. He did not say a word. Me neither. I let my dick get hard, he noticed, but he kept holding my thigh firmly.

We arrived at the hotel quite late. As planned, Austin had booked two rooms, 403 and 404. He would be staying in 403.

“Dude, that’s crazy!” I spoke.

“What?” Kurtis asked.

“403. That was the number of Austin and I’s dorm room in college.”

“What a crazy coincidence!” Austin teased.

“Wait…”

“I asked for it, dummy! I thought it would be a nice throwback.”

I was speechless. The receptionist handed us the two keys. Kurtis proposed we go have one last drink at the hotel bar before going up to our respective rooms. He thanked Austin for picking us up and organizing this whole thing. I was a little buzzed by this point.

We sat down at the bar and the atmosphere had shifted, something special was in the air. We laughed and talked as if the three of us had been friends for years.

Kurtis went to the bathroom after we had been poured our last drinks and Austin took his shot. Quite literally, he drank his shot of vodka, but he also took his shot, at me.

“Choose me.” He spoke, looking me straight in the eyes.

I almost spilled out my own drink.

“What?”

“I know you like him and he seems great. Truthfully, I don’t know why, well, probably because he was a convict, I thought Kurtis would be a weird guy. But I can tell he is a good person; I can tell he loves you and I can certainly tell he is hot as fuck. But I have to ask you anyway. Choose me.”

My hands were shaking. Austin took them. In the corner of my eyes, I saw the bartender stopped whatever he was doing to listen.

“Austin… What are you saying?”

“You know exactly what I’m saying, Ty.”

“No! I don’t. I’m freaking lost. All of the sudden, you’re gay? You want to be with me? Is that it?”

He seemed a bit taken aback by my reaction. What was he expecting? I would throw myself into his arms.

“This has nothing to do with me being gay. It’s just… It’s you.”

“Dude, you’re married.”

“I’m divorcing.”

“Well, you’ve been married, to a woman.”

“Oh my God, Ty! I cannot believe you, of all people, are so close minded that I just could not…” He did not finish his sentence.

“Could not be attracted to me?! Yeah! It’s hard to believe.”

“Well, I am, attracted to you. And it’s not easy to explain. Actually, it’s quite impossible to explain. But I have never met someone like you. It’s been ten years now, and I have never felt this strong connection with anyone else. When I was with Cassandra, I realized I was still missing something, so I tried to fuck guys, I thought I was gay or bi and this is why things were not working out with her. But that was not it. The other guys did nothing on me. The others girls either. When you came to my wedding, it was the worst day of my life. I saw you there and the whole day I wondered if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Your wedding was the worst day of your life? What the actual fuck, Austin? Where was this all before? How come you never told me anything? I mean, ten years ago, I asked you if there was the slightest chance that you and me could be together and you said no. I gave you the opportunity. I was so fucking ready for this!”

“I know! But at the time, I thought it was just a crazy experience, what we did. I could not picture myself actually dating you, you were my friend. I was not attracted to guys, I’m still not, not really so it simply did not make sense in my mind. Anyway, I did not want to use you, to play with you. I did not want to give you false hope. But maybe I was wrong. You and me, maybe it could have worked. It’s the only relationship that ever truly made sense to me.”

“Gosh, Austin.”

“I know this is too late, ok. But you did call me the first day you were locked up, no? And there’s this thing. Always! When we meet. I know you feel it too!”

He squeezed my hands. Damn, this hotel was warm. Could they turn the air conditioning on or something?

“Austin… It took me years getting over you. Trying would have been good enough ten years ago, but now, I’m going to need more than just a “maybe, it could work”. I cannot go back to you only for you to realize it was all a mistake. And there’s Kurtis!”

Austin took his time before saying anything else. My heart was beating fast.

“Tyler, if you think that what you have with Kurtis is real, go for it. If you don’t have feelings for me, we can forget that I have ever told you that. I understand, I miss my shot in college and now it’s too late. I will always be your friend. But if somehow, you feel how I feel, I can only make this request: choose me. I don’t have nothing else to offer than to try and give our relationship a shot.”

Kurtis came out from the bathroom. He had teary eyes. Honestly, the three of us were on the verge of crying, I was not too sure how long Kurtis had been there, but no matter what he had actually heard, he had figured it out.

“Kurtis, I…” I stood up.

Very sensually, he put his finger on my lips.

“Tyler, I’ll be in room 404. I’ll go now. I hope you’ll join me but if you don’t, if you have something else to live, I’ll understand.”

He kissed me on the cheek and walked to the elevator. I was stunned.

“Damn, he’s really classy.” Austin said, trying, as always, to make light of the situation. “I’ll be in room 403 then.”

He kissed me on the cheek too and joined Kurtis in the elevator. The doors closed on the both of them and I was left at the bar, millions of thoughts running through my mind, until suddenly, I had clarity.

I asked another drink from the bartender. He was obviously gay and very excited by the whole thing.

“What type of Grey’s Anatomy drama was this?” He asked me, filling up my glass.

I laughed and cried at the same time.

“Just my life, man. It’s like timing is always off with me.”

“Are you kidding me? The two most handsome men I have ever seen walking in this hotel just both asked you to join them in their respective room. How is your timing not right? You’re the luckiest guy on Earth!”

I smiled.

“I guess…”

I did not want to break the heart of any of them.

“Who are you going to choose? Don’t tell me you’ll do that thing where you choose neither of them! Always pissed me off when they do that in the movies!”

“Don’t worry about that. I know which room I am going to go to.”

I stood up and walked to the hotel elevator with my bag. I pressed 4.

There was no list of pros and cons. This was not a difficult decision either. I listened to my guts, to my heart, call it what you want, and it was clear. I knew with whom I wanted to spend the night and hopefully, the rest of my life.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

I was expecting them to have a threesome lmfao

But honestly, Kurtis wins in my eyes. I love Austin but I think he already served his purpose in Ty's life already. Austin is... weird to say the least. He's definitely as sex-driven as Ty is, which in a way makes me wonder if their relationship could ever work out correctly. After all, sex is not everything (yeah, it's an erotic novel but let's be real).

For me Austin already lost his opportunity. Kurtis and Ty have literally just began. New life. New everything. They still have a lot of possibilities to explore together.

Anyways, great chapter as always. I can't wait for the ending!

 

[diseasedarchon]

Oh my!! So many emotions! lol I love Austin and I wished he and Ty would end up together... until now. Kurtis is such a sweet, loving guy, and he is so cute in his demeanor. Kurtis actually loves Ty, and ending up with him would make them happy. I mean, I am 100% team Kurtis... I will be a mess if they don't end up together (lol) This has been such a perfect story! I don't want it to end

 

[Buuhan]

Oh I think he’s going back to Austin. I’m gonna feel so bad for Kurtis. I wish they all could just have a polyamory relationship lol try that out for a while.

 

[Bartflanders]

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Thanks for the support!

MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 23: Choose me (Part 2)

The view from the front was battling with the view from behind: his broad back, his peachy delicious ass, his notorious birth marks. I looked at him in awe as he was picking things up, sometimes bending over, offering me a glance at his hole. He was giving me a show. He must have been doing this on purpose.

Sometimes he was turning towards Kurtis and I, his incredible naked body glistening under the sun.

Kurtis looked at him too. Of course, he would.

“You were right. He is really great.” He said, while holding me from behind in the water, his dick against my thighs, his tongue sometimes sliding down my neck.

“Yeah…” I managed to say, in a daze.

“You’re in love with him?” Kurtis asked me.

“I don’t know.” I replied, genuinely.

Kurtis was moving behind me, his big throbbing dick was getting closer to my ass-crack. Was he about to fuck me under water? Austin was still struggling with the clothes lost in the sand, would he notice something? Kurtis lodged his hard cock between my two ass cheeks, although he was not penetrating me, the instant was one of the most erotic I had ever lived.

Austin lied down on a towel, maybe fifteen feet in front of us.

“Do you love me?” Kurtis whispered in my ear, still humping me.

“I don’t know.” I repeated. Again, this was genuine.

He kissed my neck. Austin was no longer watching us, drying himself under the sun and tanning. I turned around to kiss Kurtis.

“I do.” He spoke.

I knew what he meant but I had to ask.

“You do what?”

“Love you.” He kissed me again. “I love you with every freaking fibre of my skin. I want to protect you. I want to fuck you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to marry you one day, Tyler.”

The tears falling from my eyes were getting lost in the Pacific Ocean.

“Kurtis…”

I wanted all these things, and more.

“Don’t say anything. Not now.”

He kissed me one last time and Kurtis swam away. I watched him. His ass slightly above the water looked stunning as he was swimming like a pro. When he got out, Austin probably understood he had serious competition.

Kurtis basically pulled out the same trick, slowly getting out of the water, like those freaking lifeguards in Baywatch. But not only he was naked, he was also fully hard. His huge dick flapping against his abs as he was leaving the water and walking towards Austin. I looked tenderly at his teddy bear tattoo on his neck, but not so tenderly at his firm hairy ass I had eaten quite some times already.

Objectively, the two were equally stunning and fit although they were quite different.

Kurtis had a browner skin tone, very short hair, he was a bit taller and had a more edgy look and attitude. Austin was broader and had more of an “all American” look, the former college jock turned into a hunk of an adult, the cute student turned into a hot “daddy”.

Austin smiled at the view of Kurtis’ hard cock. I could not believe how at ease he was. But truthfully, I was not sure I still knew Austin.

We had only seen each other for special occasions for nine long years. In the meantime, Austin had become much more mature, much more confident too, and apparently much more at ease with hanging with gay guys naked. Not that Austin had ever been shy…

His meaty dick was still soft though, contrary to mine. For me, it was a clear sign he could not be gay. Any gay guy would have been fully hard seeing Kurtis coming out of the water this way. Right?

The two of them were now lying next to each other as I stayed in the water. I looked at their feet. I cannot say why but I thought of Griffin in that instant. I was no longer mad at him. How could I? He had made the right decision. I was still not at the point of wishing him a good life with his new boyfriend but I had nothing to be jealous of.

When my dick finally got flaccid again, I got out of the water and joined Kurtis and Austin. Kurtis was semi-sleeping and Austin was drinking a beer.

I paid closer occasion to their respective cocks, again, equally stunning. They were both hung and uncut, and I knew that they also had this great quality of being both a shower and a grower. I would say that Kurtis was a bit thicker and Austin a bit longer. Kurtis cock showed more veins but Austin’s dick, especially when hard looked like the ultimate dick specimen: perfect ratio between length and thickness, just like those dildos in the store.

I knew from experience both of them tasted delicious and felt great in my ass. Although, I had not taken Austin’s for years, he was probably even better at sex now. I, myself, had learned a few tricks in the past decade!

Kurtis woke up from his nap and drank a couple beers with us. The weirdest part was how natural it felt for the three of us to be naked and chatting together.

We shared some stories from prison, only the silly ones like how I found out that Glenn was sucking Ray Kennedy thanks to his own son’s tattoo, and then, we talked about some more serious topics. The warden and Falcon were both facing years in prison and we would have to testify during their trials.

Once we no longer had beers to drink, we finally put our clothes back on and took our things back in the car.

There, the reality hit me once again, I became moody. I was pissed off by the sand everywhere. I mean, damn it, going to the beach is fun, but a week later, I can still find sand deep in my ass-crack when I shower!

Obviously, my real concerns were elsewhere. I had no job. I did not know if living with Austin would actually happen. And what about Kurtis? He had made me this amazing love declaration in the ocean. What if I left everything to leave with him, wherever he would go.

While Kurtis fell asleep on the backseat, - he really had troubles to sleep in prison but now he kept napping -, Austin put his hand on my left thigh. He did not say a word. Me neither. I let my dick get hard, he noticed, but he kept holding my thigh firmly.

We arrived at the hotel quite late. As planned, Austin had booked two rooms, 403 and 404. He would be staying in 403.

“Dude, that’s crazy!” I spoke.

“What?” Kurtis asked.

“403. That was the number of Austin and I’s dorm room in college.”

“What a crazy coincidence!” Austin teased.

“Wait…”

“I asked for it, dummy! I thought it would be a nice throwback.”

I was speechless. The receptionist handed us the two keys. Kurtis proposed we go have one last drink at the hotel bar before going up to our respective rooms. He thanked Austin for picking us up and organizing this whole thing. I was a little buzzed by this point.

We sat down at the bar and the atmosphere had shifted, something special was in the air. We laughed and talked as if the three of us had been friends for years.

Kurtis went to the bathroom after we had been poured our last drinks and Austin took his shot. Quite literally, he drank his shot of vodka, but he also took his shot, at me.

“Choose me.” He spoke, looking me straight in the eyes.

I almost spilled out my own drink.

“What?”

“I know you like him and he seems great. Truthfully, I don’t know why, well, probably because he was a convict, I thought Kurtis would be a weird guy. But I can tell he is a good person; I can tell he loves you and I can certainly tell he is hot as fuck. But I have to ask you anyway. Choose me.”

My hands were shaking. Austin took them. In the corner of my eyes, I saw the bartender stopped whatever he was doing to listen.

“Austin… What are you saying?”

“You know exactly what I’m saying, Ty.”

“No! I don’t. I’m freaking lost. All of the sudden, you’re gay? You want to be with me? Is that it?”

He seemed a bit taken aback by my reaction. What was he expecting? I would throw myself into his arms.

“This has nothing to do with me being gay. It’s just… It’s you.”

“Dude, you’re married.”

“I’m divorcing.”

“Well, you’ve been married, to a woman.”

“Oh my God, Ty! I cannot believe you, of all people, are so close minded that I just could not…” He did not finish his sentence.

“Could not be attracted to me?! Yeah! It’s hard to believe.”

“Well, I am, attracted to you. And it’s not easy to explain. Actually, it’s quite impossible to explain. But I have never met someone like you. It’s been ten years now, and I have never felt this strong connection with anyone else. When I was with Cassandra, I realized I was still missing something, so I tried to fuck guys, I thought I was gay or bi and this is why things were not working out with her. But that was not it. The other guys did nothing on me. The others girls either. When you came to my wedding, it was the worst day of my life. I saw you there and the whole day I wondered if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Your wedding was the worst day of your life? What the actual fuck, Austin? Where was this all before? How come you never told me anything? I mean, ten years ago, I asked you if there was the slightest chance that you and me could be together and you said no. I gave you the opportunity. I was so fucking ready for this!”

“I know! But at the time, I thought it was just a crazy experience, what we did. I could not picture myself actually dating you, you were my friend. I was not attracted to guys, I’m still not, not really so it simply did not make sense in my mind. Anyway, I did not want to use you, to play with you. I did not want to give you false hope. But maybe I was wrong. You and me, maybe it could have worked. It’s the only relationship that ever truly made sense to me.”

“Gosh, Austin.”

“I know this is too late, ok. But you did call me the first day you were locked up, no? And there’s this thing. Always! When we meet. I know you feel it too!”

He squeezed my hands. Damn, this hotel was warm. Could they turn the air conditioning on or something?

“Austin… It took me years getting over you. Trying would have been good enough ten years ago, but now, I’m going to need more than just a “maybe, it could work”. I cannot go back to you only for you to realize it was all a mistake. And there’s Kurtis!”

Austin took his time before saying anything else. My heart was beating fast.

“Tyler, if you think that what you have with Kurtis is real, go for it. If you don’t have feelings for me, we can forget that I have ever told you that. I understand, I miss my shot in college and now it’s too late. I will always be your friend. But if somehow, you feel how I feel, I can only make this request: choose me. I don’t have nothing else to offer than to try and give our relationship a shot.”

Kurtis came out from the bathroom. He had teary eyes. Honestly, the three of us were on the verge of crying, I was not too sure how long Kurtis had been there, but no matter what he had actually heard, he had figured it out.

“Kurtis, I…” I stood up.

Very sensually, he put his finger on my lips.

“Tyler, I’ll be in room 404. I’ll go now. I hope you’ll join me but if you don’t, if you have something else to live, I’ll understand.”

He kissed me on the cheek and walked to the elevator. I was stunned.

“Damn, he’s really classy.” Austin said, trying, as always, to make light of the situation. “I’ll be in room 403 then.”

He kissed me on the cheek too and joined Kurtis in the elevator. The doors closed on the both of them and I was left at the bar, millions of thoughts running through my mind, until suddenly, I had clarity.

I asked another drink from the bartender. He was obviously gay and very excited by the whole thing.

“What type of Grey’s Anatomy drama was this?” He asked me, filling up my glass.

I laughed and cried at the same time.

“Just my life, man. It’s like timing is always off with me.”

“Are you kidding me? The two most handsome men I have ever seen walking in this hotel just both asked you to join them in their respective room. How is your timing not right? You’re the luckiest guy on Earth!”

I smiled.

“I guess…”

I did not want to break the heart of any of them.

“Who are you going to choose? Don’t tell me you’ll do that thing where you choose neither of them! Always pissed me off when they do that in the movies!”

“Don’t worry about that. I know which room I am going to go to.”

I stood up and walked to the hotel elevator with my bag. I pressed 4.

There was no list of pros and cons. This was not a difficult decision either. I listened to my guts, to my heart, call it what you want, and it was clear. I knew with whom I wanted to spend the night and hopefully, the rest of my life.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

OMG! Once again, what a cliffhanger! Man, you really are holding us till the very end. Since everyone is telling what they would chose, and the Patrons already decided the end, my turn now to give my wish. From the beginning I was hoping that it would end with Ty & Austin. Book 1 started with them and it would be beautiful to make the circle round with Book 2.
If los Patreonos chose Curtis, so be it. That guy deserves also a better life and happiness. Or we end with an open ending, wich one day will continue in a third chapter. Anyway, who will be the (un) lucky one to get Tyler, it doesn't matter for Book 2, it was perfect anyway.

 

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The three should spend the night together and not force a decision like this so quickly. Jump into a king sized bed naked and have some fun!!!

 

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Last chapter will be posted on Monday!

 

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Last chapter will be posted on Monday!

Nooo, I don't want it to end!!

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 24: Room 403 (part 1)

I knocked at room 404.

I expected to see Kurtis but Austin was the one to open the door. He was shirtless and visibly drunk. I mean, we were all wasted at this point. The day at the beach, the night at the bar, the shots…

“I thought Kurtis was in this room.” I told him, confused.

“He is!” Kurtis replied, showing himself behind Austin.

Kurtis was shirtless too. Fuck, they were really going to make this difficult for me!

“I… I don’t understand…”

“Dude, we were about to go to our respective rooms. Waiting for you to make your biiiig decision.” Austin stopped talking to refrain a burp. “We did not know if you were picking him or me. We sort of laughed about it, I mean, quite funny the dilemma, is not it? And Kurtis said we could use the minibar while we were waiting for you… We did.”

Great, I thought, more alcohol!

“We absolutely did.” Kurtis confirmed.

They were both laughing awkwardly while they were talking. I have to admit this whole thing was a bit ridiculous and I even wondered if they had not been fucking with me with their love declarations earlier. Was it all a sad prank?

I had rehearsed a speech in my mind in the elevator. I had a clear course of action and everything. They were supposed to wait for me, separately!

“Wanna join in?” Austin asked.

I was still standing like a moron at the door.

“Sure…”

The hotel room was quite spacious with a King Size bed in the middle. There was a tray with chips, some beers and vodka flasks on the bed. I entered the room unsure of what was meant to happen next. Did I really think it would be like in a movie? I would go to one of the rooms, choose either Kurtis or Austin and that would be it.

Life is never that simple.

“Don’t make that face, Ty. It’s all good.” Kurtis said, sitting on the large bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m confused, I guess. To be honest, maybe I’m more drunk than confused.” I replied, looking at them both.

Why did they have to be so hot on top of everything?

Austin sat on the bed as well.

“Ty, what we said earlier. That was not the alcohol talking. Fact of the matter is, we both want to be with you. Kurtis is a great guy; I mean for a prisoner.” He chuckled at his own joke and Kurtis rolled his eyes. “And I’m a great guy too, I mean, for a soon-to-be divorced man.”

I took a sip from one of the beers.

“Ok, so, you both want to be with me. Can you maybe not be best buds then? Cause that’s weird!” I said in my most sarcastic tone.

Kurtis stood up again and got closer to me.

“Today was perfect, Ty. For fuck’s sake, it literally felt like a dream. And I owe it all to you. You got me out of jail. Without you, I would be rotting there for another year. I don’t want to share you with Austin or with anyone else. But I also don’t want to finish that perfect day sad and miserable. You knocked at my room. I have no idea if you came in here first or if you tried to go to Austin’s before. But right now, I don’t even want to know, at least for a few more hours.”

As he was speaking, he got even closer until he was whispering in my ear. Austin joined us. He was standing on my right. I felt shivers going through my whole body.

“Ty, maybe that’s stupid, but Kurtis and I thought that we could just enjoy our evening and then tomorrow, we’ll go on with real life. I don’t want to share you either, but if you choose him, I would rather have this one night with you rather than anything at all.”

I was starting to get where they were going with this but I could not really fathom it. I was tired of making mistakes. Would entertaining this crazy idea be yet another one?

“Guys, I don’t want to play with you, to make things weird…”

“What if we want you to?” Kurtis asked, slowly grabbing my chin so I would turn my face towards him.

He kissed me.

Kurtis was on my left; Austin was still on my right. I felt their warm bodies both leaning against mine. After an intense kiss with Kurtis, he nudged my face towards Austin. I looked at my former college roommate in the eyes.

For a second, I thought it was over. Austin seemed apprehensive, almost scared. But then, he grabbed my face and kissed me also.

That kiss with Austin was overdue but never in a million years I could have guessed it would happen this way. But it did, in this hotel room, while Kurtis was caressing my neck. In a way, it was fucked up, in another, it was perfect.

I knew I was living one of those rare “once in a lifetime” experience and I let go. I let go of my fears, nerves, frustration, stress, thoughts… I let myself enjoy the moment and this was the start of the most erotic night of my entire life.

Kurtis lifted my top while I was kissing Austin. It became more sensual, our tongues got mixed with each other. My dick was already hard under my pants.

When we stopped, Austin nudged me back to Kurtis and we French kissed each other.

I had both of my arms against their respective bare backs and I moved my hands towards their neck to nudge them closer to each other. Before my eyes, Austin and Kurtis shared a sloppy kiss. I was in awe and I joined them, our three tongues intertwining.

We ended up on the bed, we spilled some beer on the sheets. Fuck, the hotel’s deposit.

We did not care about that though; a deposit was a real life’s problem. That night was only about pure enjoyment.

The three of us were laying in the bed. I was in the middle, but I did not stay there the whole time, I wanted this to be a real sharing experience. To say the truth, seeing Kurtis and Austin caressing or kissing each other was one the hottest things I had ever witnessed. It was almost as good as kissing them myself.

Almost.

Quickly, the pants fell off and we were playing with each other in our underwear.

It was a foolish thought but I did check if Austin was hard. I mean, I had seen the guy marrying his wife and fucking a lot of girls back in college. I just had to make sure he was enjoying it. He definitely was and his hard cock, proudly poking out of his underwear, was all the evidence I needed.

Fuck, I had forgotten how beautiful his dick was when at full mast. I wanted to stroke, lick, suck, and take it in my ass so badly.

On the other side of the bed, Kurtis was already rubbing his hungry cock against my ass. He was not too bad himself. Think what you want but for me, size definitely matters and both of my lovers for the night were freaking stallions in that department.

The kisses turned into licks on our necks and chests. I bit Austin’s nipples and then licked Kurtis’ belly button. I stroked both of their dicks still mostly covered by their underwear. They were busy, feeling up my ass. I was in heaven. Austin slid his hand under my briefs or maybe it was Kurtis’ hands.

“Mmmmm…”

We took our time. The three of us wanted this to last. I kissed them both some more, the sweet taste of Austin’s lips, the firm hand of Kurtis on my thigh. Then, while remaining on the bed, I moved down on them to get closer to their throbbing cocks.

I could no longer wait. Two monster cocks, girthy, veiny, and already leaking through the fabric of their underwear. I had to taste them again.

Finally, we all got naked and I gave them both a blowjob.

I started with Kurtis. I kissed his dickhead first and licked the edges of his meaty cock. I went down on his shaft. So fucking thick and long. Just like I love it! I licked his balls too. We had our routine now; we had been having sex for a few weeks at this point, I knew how to push his buttons.

After this short preview, I went on Austin’s. I was so fucking excited to swallow Austin’s dick again. Would the sensations that I had experienced in college come back? Not really… They did not. It was so much better than what I remembered!

At 29, I knew my way around a cock. More importantly, I did not wear a wig nor did I have to ploy anything to have access to this treasure, Austin was more than willingly offering himself to me, and that made all the difference.

Once I had sucked the tip of his cock, I could not help myself from wanting to go deeper and swallow the entire thing. Austin was thrusting his hips slightly to push his dick in my throat.

I looked in his eyes and I knew that it was meant to be. He face-fucked me and some tears fell from my eyes. I pushed myself to offer him a sloppy deepthroat, he moaned and I was proud of myself when my nose reached his pubic hair.

After this mouth full, I went back to Kurtis’s dick but my two lovers got closer to each other, their legs entangled, I saw two juicy dicks, eager for my mouth and I went for them both at the same time. To be fair, fitting them both in my mouth was impossible.

They were too big, too thick, I do not know how those gay pornstars do it, but I still rubbed them against each other, mixing their precum together in my mouth and managing to put both of their dickheads in, while stroking them. My saliva was a great lube.

They were moaning softly, proof that I was doing a good job.

When I looked back at them, they were kissing passionately. I did feel an ounce of jealousy, reminding me for a split second that real life was not that far away and that this moment of bliss was only temporarily, but I returned to my deepthroat of each of their cocks, and I was back in the fantasy.

Sometimes, Austin would push my head onto Kurtis’ dick and reversely. I would gag, spit, choke on their monster cocks, alternating between one and the other, swallowing their balls, sucking up their precum.

It lasted for a good ten minutes until Austin was the first one to lift his legs up and offer his big muscular ass to me. The guy has always loved the rimming, great match, I have always loved to eat an ass.

Bon appétit!

I did not make Austin wait and I buried my tongue in his slightly musky asshole. Deep in his hole, I felt like I was back home. My tongue worked hard to inspect every part of what was once a familiar place. I was stroking Austin’s stiffed dick at the same time; I could feel the precum sliding onto my fingers while I was blissfully blinded against his ass crack.

I was smothering myself in Austin’s hole when I felt something in my own ass.

“Mmmmmm…”

A tongue.

Kurtis’ tongue was rimming me.

Fuck! My dick throbbed and let go some precum on the already dirty bed. Things were bound to get dirtier.

I kept on licking and servicing Austin’s hole until I felt like it was time to reward Kurtis for what he was doing with my ass. I said my first words since we had started having sex.

“Lick his.” I spoke to Austin, surprising myself by the tone of my command.

He nodded yes, knelt on the bedroom’s carpet and crawled towards Kurtis. Austin was about to suck Kurtis’ cock when the ex-con stopped him.

“Oh no. Not my dick.” He said with a smirk, lifting his legs in the air.

Kurtis’ ass was way hairier than Austin’s or mine. His hair was thick and black. His crack was also sweaty as fuck. I wondered if that would be too much for Austin, but again, I was naïve. My former roommate has changed since college.

Austin went in there like it was his favourite ice-cream while Kurtis was asking him to go deeper with his tongue, always deeper. I was jerking off my cock, enjoying the show, not too much though, because it was way too soon to cum. I had to sometimes look away not to explode.

Kurtis was stunning with his large hairy thighs in the air and Austin was out of this world in this submissive position, preparing Kurtis’ ass. It was the best version of the “Toss my salad” series that I could ever have imagined. I wanted to see them fuck. I wanted them to fuck me even more. Damn, this was only the beginning of the night.

While Austin kept on rimming his ass, I took care of Kurtis’ cock. Austin was enjoying the cake while I was swallowing the meat. Fantastic team work!

I managed to reach Austin’s face and I kissed his lips while he was taking some air from being smothered in Kurtis’ hairy ass crack. I tasted Kurtis’ ass on Austin’s mouth. We smiled to each other.

I spat on Kurtis’ cock, adjusted my position on his body and we found ourselves in a 69 position. Kurtis was still lying down and he licked my ass and balls while I was deepthroating his dick. Every time I would go down on his cock, I tried to keep my eyes opened to get to see Austin’s face below me.

I was gagging a lot and consequently, drooling and spitting all over Austin’s face. He got sick of it at some point and spat back the saliva on my face and Kurtis’ dick. We just laughed it off. And then, we kissed.

I had experienced some threesomes in my GrindrR days but those have always ended up disappointing. I guess I just had not find the right partners.

After a few minutes, Austin let go of Kurtis’ ass to just watch us, he lied down in the bed again, stroking his cock slowly. Kurtis spat in my hole and he started fingering me.

The moans became more intense. We were all sweating a lot at this point and our bodies were entangled once again with one another. I am not sure how but Austin and I ended up sitting on the bed and Kurtis was on the carpet. He sucked both our cocks while I was in a deep French kissing session with Austin.

Austin pinched my nipples while licking my neck and I lost all control. I cummed in Kurtis’ mouth. A ton. I could not stop myself and I painted his throat with volleys and volleys of my cum. Kurtis was not one to be scared of some jizz, he kept my cock in his mouth until I was done and he had swallowed the very last drop.

Better than that, now that mine was deflating, Kurtis was able to suck Austin and I’s cocks at the same time. Seeing him with his mouth full of our cocks was almost enough to get me hard again.

We took a minute to drink some water (I think we were all done with alcohol at this point), spitting some on each other’s faces and bodies. Again, we had a laugh. Somehow, it was sort of raunchy but it also felt very natural.

“Sorry for cumming down your throat without any warning.” I said to Kurtis while sucking his nipples.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to redeem yourself.” He replied, reaching my ass with his two hands and stretching my ass cheeks apart. “How does it look?” He asked Austin who was standing up behind me.

“Like a hole ready to get fucked.”

Let me tell you this, my dick did not remain soft for long! I mean, how was I supposed to be calm when the two most attractive guys I had ever met had this type of conversations about my own ass?!

“Fuck me. Both of you.” I begged.

As if the night could have ended up any differently.

I got in the doggy style position on the bed. I was not sure who would fuck me first. Austin and Kurtis whispered something to each other. When the wet dickhead came into contact with my asshole, I did not know who was about to fuck me. It was only when I started to feel the familiar thickness that I recognized Kurtis’ dick.

Austin had been a gentleman and let his new friend go first inside of me.

The fucking was quite rough from the start. We were all feeling the heat and I was not expecting a vanilla fucking. Kurtis pounded my ass hard and I loved every second of it. Well, maybe the first twenty seconds were a bit difficult, but then… the way he was slamming my prostate as waves of pleasure were going through my body…

Best sensation in a world.

Especially, when you are sucking Austin’s perfect cock at the same time. They spit roasted me just like I deserved and the three of us were moaning and shouting so loudly that the whole hotel was probably listening to us. Again, who cared?

We were free.

[Chapter 24 continues below]

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 24: Room 403 (part 2) and EPILOGUE

Kurtis started to fuck me in another position, I was lying on the edge of the bed and Austin was holding my legs up in the air while I was still taking care of his cock. He was leaking like I had never seen him, and it was like I was sucking on a dripping slimy faucet.

I have no idea how Austin managed not to actually cum being that much on edge, I guess that he had learnt a few tricks in the past years.

Despite it all, I still wanted more. I was now locking eyes with Austin and I needed his dick in my ass. Shit, I was lubing that thing for more than an hour at this point, I deserved it deep in my hole!

Right about that moment and as if Kurtis had read my mind, he jizzed in my ass. I felt the thick cum pouring in my anal cavity as Kurtis was moaning loudly, almost grunting like a fucking animal.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, take that cum!” He barked, still pushing his dick in and out my hole.

Kurtis achieved to fill me up with his sperm as Austin was watching the whole thing. The type of night you never forget.

Once he had cummed, Kurtis went to sit down in an armchair near the bed. And then he watched. He watched as Austin took his place and fuck my ass for the first time in ten years.

It had nothing to do with all the previous times we had sex or we had played with each other. Now, Austin was fucking me after he had told me he had feelings for me. He lodged his big dick into my hole, well-prepared by Kurtis, and very slowly, inch by inch, he went further inside of me.

“Am I better than the other boys you fooled around with?” I whispered in his ear. I did not want Kurtis to hear that.

“There is no comparison, babe.”

Babe. My heart melted as my dick cummed for a second time. I was his.

Austin fucked me and kissed me at the same time. He played with my sperm all over my chest and fed me some. He was also getting to the point where he would not be able to hold off his orgasm but he wanted to cum on my face.

“You love that dick in your ass?”

“Fuck yes… Please, don’t stop.”

“You like when I’m going hard on you.”

“Yeah… Please…”

“I want to feed you my cum, babe.”

That “babe” again. Those shivers again.

I gladly obliged, I begged for his cum and he let my gaping hole to get his dick an inch from my face. A second later, Austin sprayed me like he had a fucking hose in his hands. To this day, I had never received that much cum on my face. I was literally drenched. Of course, I was more than happy to lick all of the mess dripping on my mouth.

We were in the middle of the night; it was soon to be dawn and the reality was about to catch on all of us. Kurtis went to take a quick shower while we were finishing off with Austin. I felt a weird weight in my stomach.

We still fell asleep together in the same bed, naked. We barely talked but we cuddled. I was back in the middle, taken in sandwich between the two of them.

I woke up only a couple hours later because someone was walking in the room.

“Kurtis?” I mumbled, while Austin was snoring on my right. Damn, he was so gorgeous, sleeping in the nude.

Kurtis was already dressed. The first rays of the sun were hitting the room which had a beautiful orange colour.

“I gotta go, Ty.”

“Where? Why?” I straightened up, confused.

“I know.”

I did not say anything. I should have had more courage but I let him figure things out himself.

“You went in room 404 first, right?” He said.

I nodded yes.

“For a second, I thought that you had chosen me but then I figured that you would have gone to the other guy first. The one you would not choose. That makes sense. To close things off before starting a new chapter. And I was the other guy. I mean, I am the other guy.”

I started sobbing.

“Kurtis, I… I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You saved my life.”

He came to the bed and kissed me on the lips. One last time.

“You did too. Quite literally that day…”

He smiled. I did not have to say more. Kurtis was perfect. He was gorgeous, level-headed, patient and smart. He literally had nothing working against him except for the fact that he was not Austin.

“Listen Ty, I have to work some things up. I gotta find a good shrink.” He winked at me. “And I gotta see my parents. Once I have worked on these important steps, maybe I can find a guy, in the meantime, I hope we can still have some sort of a relationship. I would hate for us to become strangers.”

“I hope so too.”

I stood up. I remembered that I was still naked and that felt weird. I was still a bit drunk too and my head started to ache.

“Last night was….”

“Amazing.” He said, finishing my sentence.

I felt a huge relief knowing he was not feeling bad about it. The latest thing that I wanted was to use him. I had really gone up to his room to break up with him and we ended-up… well… you know.

“Take care of you, Kurtis.” I said, hugging him.

“Take care of you, Ty. And good luck with that one.”

I looked at Austin, still snoring peacefully.

“Yeah. I wonder what this will become.” I replied while Kurtis opened the door. “And please, do not sleep with your shrink, that’s just a terrible idea!”

He winked at me and left the room. That is the last thing I said to him in years. We reconnected later in life and became good friends but for a few years, we stopped seeing each other. I learnt through social media that Kurtis had found a boyfriend (not his shrink!) and I did not want to hurt Austin, chatting with an ex.

As it turned out, Austin as a boyfriend could be quite jealous.

Oh yes! I guess that I should mention this before wrapping up this story! Austin did actually become my boyfriend!

Austin woke up at noon and we were both naked in each other’s arms.

“Hi babe.” I said when he opened his eyes.

“Hi babe.” He said back before kissing me. It felt so natural. He had a quick movement of panic looking around the room: “Where’s Kurtis?”

“He left.”

“Why?”

“Come on Austin, you know that I would choose room 403. Kurtis knew it as well. It had to be you. It has always been you.”

Austin smiled. He had teary eyes.

“I sincerely did not know. After all these years and everything…”

I kissed him.

“Let’s give it a try. Like you said yesterday. All we can do is to try to make this work. And if we can find some sort of happiness, then we will have achieved something.”

From this point on, Austin and I were no longer friends but we had still a long way to go before becoming boyfriends.

Let’s be real here, life is not a fairy tell.

The next day, my ass was hurting from all the fucking that we had, and we went on a very long road trip to go see my parents and my brother’s family. We were both really hungover and I was nervous during the entire ride. Also, I was just out of prison and readjusting to real life is not as easy as one might think.

Despite everything, the passion was definitely there. Austin and I could not keep our hands away from each other for more than a minute, to take a bite or because he needed to focus on the road ahead. I was holding his thigh the entire ride.

We had planned to stop by a friend from college while driving up to the East Coast. I had not seen Martin in ten years, well apart from his appearances on TV, but Austin had kept in touch with him.

Martin had gone to the West Coast to pursue a “career” in reality tv, things had gone mildly. He did get in a show where the whole purpose was for the candidates to have sex with each other to make sure they were compatible. They had supposed sex experts and scientific on set to validate the experience.

Frankly, it was more porn than reality tv, if there is any difference between the two these days.

Quite unexpectedly after that short-lived fame, Martin had met a Christian girl and had started a new life with his wife in a small community in the countryside. When we arrived there, I knew that this would not be a very gay friendly place and I kept my distance with Austin.

It was just a small halt, mid-through our trip. Christie, Martin’s wife, opened the door and welcomed us with homemade muffins, just out of the oven. Damn, we were really adults now…

Martin was not there so we entertained the conversation with Christie. To be honest, the woman was hot, - even my gay eyes could see that – but she was quite boring. Martin had also warned us not to say anything about the fact that I was just coming out of prison so it felt pretty pointless to discuss recent events and the past year.

Martin joined us about half an hour later, wearing some dirty work clothes.

“Sorry guys, just came back from work. You think you can still hug me looking like this?”

He was looking hot as fuck and I definitely would hug him. If Martin was already looking older than the other students when we were in college, just like a great wine, he had aged nicely into what I would call a hot daddy. He seemed hairier and bulkier than before. The soot on his grey tank top made him look even sexier.

We exchanged a few words before he went to take a shower, taking off his overalls and tank-top while chatting with us. Thanks God, his sudden turn to Jesus Christ did not make him shy nor modest!

Reconnecting with Martin was nice, crazy how much people can change. He did not get what he wanted in life through dating easy girls and dabbling into the media and entertainment world, so he went the complete opposite direction.

Still, he was letting some things slide through small comments or reactions and I could tell that, deep down, he was the same Martin, probably still obsessed with sloppy blowjobs and rough sex.

However, the most striking moment of that day was when Austin held my hand while we were talking. Right there, sitting in the couch in the middle of the living room, he casually took my hand and caressed it tenderly. Martin made a weird face, his wife looked super uncomfortable and even left the room, but Austin did not budge.

I was very overwhelmed and touched, I think I could have cried.

Neither of us commented on the situation.

Only when we left about an hour later, Martin walked us back to Austin’s car and asked:

“Guys… You two are together?”

We could tell he was wrecking his brain around this and was dying to know.

“Something like that.” Austin replied, looking at me for confirmation.

“Yeah, something like that.” I could not find a better way to express what we were.

Martin turned to Austin. He seemed perplex.

“Oh. I just did not know you were… well, gay. Or bi.”

“Neither did I. But Martin, don’t you think heteronormativity is a bit outdated?” Austin replied with a smirk.

Martin got a bit red. His voice turned into a whisper and I had to concentrate to hear it.

“Actually guys… I kinda do think so as well!”

“What?” I asked, eager to know more. His cheeky eyes were saying a lot.

Martin simply winked at us and returned to his home, waving his hand at his neighbour. Another hot daddy, I thought, looking at the man in the court yard, next door. We would not know more about Martin’s mysterious comment.*

The rest of the trip took us longer than expected.

Austin and I kept on taking breaks to have various sorts of (mostly outdoor) sex. It was like we had always known each other but at the same time, I was discovering a whole new person. Meaning, we had a lot of things to try and a lot of sexual tension to release!

We arrived at my brother’s place a day later than anticipated, and that time, Austin and I presented ourselves as a couple right away. Mallory was super welcoming as usual and did not look like a woman who had given birth to her third child only a couple months prior. Ryan seemed overwhelmed but happy.

I met my nephew for the first time and was quite moved by how much the twins had grown since I had last saw them.

I stayed there a couple of weeks, trying to help as much as I could with the house chores and the kids, while Austin left after only a few days to finish things for work before moving to Los Angeles. It was now obvious that I would follow him there even though we had not put any label on our relationship yet.

Ryan was worried for me. I was worried too. The bubble Austin and I were living in could burst at any moment. I was aware that this could easily not work, but as I told my big brother, if there were a slight chance for our relationship to work, I could not miss on the opportunity.

I did end up moving with Austin and contrary to the initial plan, we chose a single bedroom’s place. Austin surprised me with a little sign on the door of our room that said: “room 403”. Perfect throwback.

Is that what happiness felt like?

As for my job, I started to really get serious about writing at that point. But I had to find another gig to get some money until I could, someday, publish a novel.

Remember how Ralph was thinking about opening an Onlyfans page with his girlfriend? Well, sadly for him, things did not last with “Busty-Girl” Mia, but Ralph ended up making tons of money with his page. The ex-con bodybuilder with a 9 inches cock and a big juicy ass was a hit! Who would have thought?

Soon, he reached out to me as his “only gay friend” to give him pointers on the sort of content he should post and this quickly turned into me, managing his page and his various opportunities in porn.

Ralph was not great with understanding how to reach an audience of gay males while I was becoming quite the expert at it. By the end of my first month out of prison, I was managing his Onlyfans page and porn career professionally.

I could tell you a lot of things about my “job” alongside Ralph in the porn business, my first year spent with Austin in Los Angeles, or even those couple of weeks I spent at my brother’s place, but I guess these will be for another day and another story.

As for now, I think I will leave you with that.

The year I spent in prison was undoubtfully the worst year in my life. It was scary, stressful and I made so many mistakes on so many levels that years later, they still keep me up at night.

I have no idea how I turned out so lucky that Ryan, Janice and Austin stuck up with me during that time, and that I was brought to a cell with such amazing people as Xander and Ralph. But thanks to all of them, I did grow into a person that I can actually respect.

Not saying that I would have suddenly turned into a wise and balanced human being, - trust me, I had and I still have is a lot of work to do in that department -, but I had found out that there was this light, this fight, this bravery inside of me that I never knew was there before.

From the moment I set foot outside of the prison, I could no longer pretend that I was the awkward and nerdy Tyler, unable to stand for himself. I had gone through some stuff and I had survived, more than that, I had carried my voice loud and clear and own up to who I was. I could be proud of that.

As I am writing this, I am thinking of warden Deen. That fucking asshole was the first person I have ever admitted to that I was seeing myself as a writer. Well, my dear warden, I hope you have enjoyed reading this book from prison!

To all of my other readers, I have no idea if I will ever come back to tell the rest of my story, or rather stories. There are a lot of adventures I could tell but if this is the last you read of me, know that I am grateful for the time you spent on my side, being invested in my journey.

I will put down my pen now, at least, for the time being, and go join my husband in our bed. He is waiting for me and I definitely need some cuddling.

[THE END]

*If you keep on reading my stories, you might meet Martin again and learn more about his new life!

 

[sunandfun]

amazing ending. thank you.