My First Year in Prison (Erotic gay drama)

[diseasedarchon]

*riots*

Kurtis!!!!

*calms down*

I loved this story, Ty is such an endearing character, and I'm glad he found happiness. I want to read everything you write!! You're so talented, and I can't wait for new stories, thank you!!

 

[Brettdude3]

Loved the ending! Didn’t know how it would end but I was afraid I would be disappointed. How could I have ever doubted your writing abilities?!?! Great job bud!

 

[laptoper]

Deeply satisfied and yet disappointed at the same time.

Can`t thank you enough for this magnificent story of the adventures of Tyler.

I`m really really hoping there will be more about his life to come.

Thank you immensely!

 

[real_men_cuddle]

Thank you for this amazing and perfectly written story. Wish there was more…….

 

[Bartflanders]

Husband? So, they already married?! Dear Thomas, thank you so much to guide us through Ty's life. Both, the University and Prison adventures, were built so well with amazing plots and cliffhangers who invited to read further. You are a very good writer and knows to find the perfect mix between story, humor, suspense, drama and in these books sexual fantasy.
Book "Prison" couldn't end better and I'm glad that the contact with Kurtis stays remained. I'm sure the guy will find the right track back, maybe as subject for a spin-off?!
Since I'll keep following your writing, you'll hear again from me. Have yourself nice holidays!

 

[Kheran]

Thanks for following My First Year in Prison here!

If you liked it, the entire story, including the prequel My First Year in College, spin-offs, and behind the scene content, and a bunch of other stories are available on my Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

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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!

Such a perfect ending. This truly was a rollercoaster and I love it. Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us, author, truly, this was really entertaining and I fell in love with the characters and their flaws. Specially the flaws that required some erotic action lmao.

At first I thought Austin wasn't the right decision but after a few minutes I realized he actually was. Why? Not only has Tyler always been in love with him but Ty's relationship with Kurtis was never meant to last. They both met in hell and used each other as means to escape the trauma they went through. They needed each other, but it wasn't love, not like Tyler's love for Austin.

Anyways, I hope we can still see more of Tyler and Austin soon, I will miss them a lot. Again, thank you for sharing your talent!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

First of all: Thank you guys so much for the lovely comments. I see the views that my stories get and my subscribers on Patreon, but nothing compares to people actually commenting on your stories!

I am rarely happy with my endings but I was pretty satisfied with that one and with the story as the whole, even if I am not fully satisfied with a couple of chapters.

Just like a lot of you, a part of me was rooting for Kurtis but I am not sure it would have worked. Ty and Kurtis got together in a very peculiar environment in the midst of a traumatic event. Kurtis has a lot of work to do to "rebuild" himself emotionnaly and I don't think Ty would have been a great partner for that.

Also, great news, I can confirm that I am writing My First Year with Austin! It will be released on my Patreon in early 2023 and probably a few months later here. I think that Ty picking Austin (although it was the choice of my Patreon community) was perfect for the sequel. With the third book being about Ty and Austin trying to be together, I feel like it allows me to close the loop with this entire trilogy.

Some of you noticed, I purposely left a mystery about who "the husband" is: Ty had already refered to him in MFYIC. But is it Austin or is it someone else?

Again, thanks all for your feedback! I do appreciate it very much.

 

[gto78]

Fantastic reading ! The sex, the twists, the characters ! Everything was excellent ! Imagine it become a series one day (for adults only !), it would be fire ! Wait, no, I just want to keep in mind all these characters the way I imagined them. By the way, what a great way to improve my english, ha ha, much more fun than political newspapers !!! A big thank you xoxoxo

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Fantastic reading ! The sex, the twists, the characters ! Everything was excellent ! Imagine it become a series one day (for adults only !), it would be fire ! Wait, no, I just want to keep in mind all these characters the way I imagined them. By the way, what a great way to improve my english, ha ha, much more fun than political newspapers !!! A big thank you xoxoxo

English is not that first language either so I guess it is also a great way for me to learn, writing these stories.

 

[Pickles]

I really love read all of your stories, they're very very good, congratulations! And well, someday you could write something like the Marvel What If... What if Ty chooses Kurtis?

 

[thehottestmenxx]

For those who care, I have started posted another Erotic Story on LPSG! Hope you'll like it. It will be a twisted one!

Just so you now, our beloved Martin will be featured in this one as quite an important secondary character. It has been referenced in the last chapter of #MFYIP.

For the Love of God (erotic story, step-dad)

 

[Anime2]

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

Thanks for the support!

MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 18: …Until death do us apart (Part 2)

People were screaming now.

Pope, Kurtis, or maybe someone else, I could not say, throw me into the kitchen. Some of the guys used the immense fridge as a way to block the door. We were trapping ourselves; I could not say if it was a good idea or not. I was just glad that some people had some agency on what to do. All of my friends were still out-there.

Friends, what a strange word to name those guys. But fuck, they were my friends. I had just been the best man of one of them. Xander had gotten married less than an hour before this nightmare. How could that be? It felt like it was in another dimension.

Kurtis fell down next to me.

“What is happening?” I mumbled.

Pope answered:

“Kim has lost it.” He just said.

There were two other shots. Each time, I would jump.

“Shit, he’s shooting everyone.” Who said that? I am not too sure. But that sentence still very much resonates in my mind. He was shooting everyone, indeed.

When I looked at my right, I realized that Kurtis was in an even worse shape than I thought.

“God, Kurt… You’re bleeding a lot!”

“Not a gunshot…” He whispered but he clearly was out of there.

I knelt down next to him and painfully took his tank top off. That was rough to look at. Dozens, maybe more, of very thin pieces of glasses were cutting through his skin, and a larger piece of glass was buried deep on his right shoulder.

“Damn…” I said, wiping out the tears which were uncontrollably falling from my eyes. “We cannot take all of those out, you will just bleed out even more.”

Pope came next to me.

“What can we do?”

“I’m not sure… I…” I took off my own undershirt and apply a tourniquet around his shoulder to try to stop the bleeding where it was the worst. Pope helped me but neither of us had done that before.

“Thanks guys.” Kurtis mumbled.

He was struggling not to faint. I needed him.

“Kurt, stay with us. Please. Stay with me. I’m so sorry… So, so sorry…”

He opened his eyes and looked straight at me.

“None of it is your fault, Ty.”

Some of it was my fault… I thought. But I just tightened up the tourniquet.

“This is just fucking mad!” ¨Pope said. “Kim just fucking shot Romano. Romano is dead! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Pope started to laugh uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry too.” Someone stated. I had not noticed yet, Glenn was hiding with us in the kitchen. He was shaking heavily.

How stupid it was for me to get all worked up about Glenn giving a blowjob to Kurtis in that exact same place. Why did that matter? How could I use so much of my energy being mad at that? All that time wasted and now, everything was crumbling down.

“Stay with me, Kurtis.” I repeated.

I tried to get up to look for some water but I was soon remembered that my leg was hurting. Glenn brought some and he poured more water over Kurtis’ injuries.

Even after the inquiries and trials, it was never really determined how much time we spent hidden in that kitchen. Some said it lasted 40 minutes, other mentioned more than three hours. It seemed like an eternity for me.

Once the shouting and screaming had stopped outside, we just waited there. For what? I was not too sure. Were we expecting someone to come and save us? But who would come to save inmates? We were the bad guys, we deserved what was happening.

Maybe ten minutes after things had calmed down, we took a vote to know if we wanted to try to get outside. Pope wanted it to be a collegial decision. As I could barely walk and Kurtis was severely hurt, I was torn, getting out of there quickly could help Kurtis but it could also kill us all. In the end, most of the guys chose to stay hidden.

Pope explained:

“There is nothing we can do at this point and I, for one, want to see my family again. Not that I’m afraid of dying but if they find us hiding here, they’ll have to know we’re the victims, that we were not fighting with the crazy ones. Otherwise, we’re bound to spend 20 years more years in this shithole!”

Was I the victim or had I played a big part in this fight? I honestly wondered.

Having to check on Kurtis gave me something to do and I think this was the only thing that preventing me from going insane. I just could not break down; I had to take care of him. If his state would get any worse, I would get out with him, no matter what Pope would say.

I was also thinking that maybe it was not over. I had thought it was over when Ray had backed down but then, Foster had fallen from the freaking table and hell had only really begun. I had no idea if Kim was still shooting people in the facility. I figured that some of the people on the other side must have died. I thought maybe I would too.

“Guys, if for some reason we got out of here and you made it alive and I don’t.” I started.

“Braxton, this is sufficiently hard as it is…” Pope scolded me.

“No, really. Please. Just say to my parents and to my brother and my nephews that I love them. Tell my big brother I am sorry if I ever hurt him. Well, I know I have. Tell him that I love him and I’m sorry.”

I thought about Austin too, a lot, but I did not find the words to formulate what I wanted to tell him. I did not say anything.

“You’ll be fine.” Kurtis whispered.

He was now lying his head on my thighs and I was caressing his hair.

If you want to assess how serious and dreadful the situation was, just note that no one in the room made a single joke about the two of us being gay.

“You’ll be fine too, Kurt. We’ll get out of here, soon.”

“I cannot die.” He stated.

“You won’t. I promise you, you won’t.”

He was now crying.

“I want to see Alicia again but I cannot do that to my parents. They would never recover from that. I cannot die. They cannot lose another child.”

I understood that Alicia was the name of his little sister, killed by a drunk driver. He was not afraid to die, he just did not want to hurt his parents even more. I thought this was both the saddest and most beautiful reason to wish to stay alive.

“Nobody is gonna die.” I spoke.

The minutes passed by and then it turned into hours. How many hours? Again, I do not know. We were all silent when we heard the biggest noise so far, there were flashes of lights too. A literal explosion.

Without any warning, the main door was slammed open, pushing the huge fridge towards us, I had to move Kurtis to avoid the impact. My ears were barely working, for a few minutes, I was deaf.

A SWAT team was behind the door, wearing full masks and gears. They pointed their guns at us and we all held our arms in the air.

“SHOW YOUR HANDS!” The first guy coming in shouted.

“He’s hurt!” I said, pointing to Kurtis, still on my laps. “You have to take him; he’s been bleeding a lot.”

Someone came up to me and removed their mask. She was a woman. She talked to her team in a microphone.

“Another injured one in the back kitchen.”

“Keep your hands up in the air, all of you!” A deep manly voice yelled under another mask.

Most members of the SWAT team were still pointing their guns at us. A few minutes later, two guys looking like soldiers came in with a hand barrow and finally took care of Kurtis.

“Ty…” He whispered.

“That’s ok Kurt, let them take you. You need help.”

Afterwards, the evacuation of the other inmates, including myself, began.

“One by one, you stand up, hands always in the air and you follow me. Nobody makes a funny move or we shoot.”

One after the other, the few convicts who had found refuge in the kitchen stood-up, when my turn came, the SWAT member threatened me.

“I said, stand up!”

“I… I can’t… I’m hurt… My leg…”

“Could not you say anything before? Irma, we have another one we need to take care of here.”

“That’s ok, I think I can try to…” I spoke.

“You don’t move!” He replied holding his gun very close to my face.

As the others were being evacuated, I remained alone in the kitchen, guarded by two SWAT members.

“How many people died?” I asked.

I am not sure why I said it like that. From what I knew then, only Romano was dead. But I had heard so many shots.

One of the men sighed.

“Seven casualties. So far.”

Seven. I thought about the Magic Seven. And just like Pope before me, I started to laugh hysterically. In just a few seconds though, my laughter turned into heavy sobbing. How many of the “Magic Seven” from the previous night were among the casualties?

That morning, I had woken up with a gut feeling. I should have listened to it and never gotten out of my bed.

A guy came in, younger than the others. He had the SWAT sign on his bulletproof vest but was not wearing a mask.

“I’ll just take him. We don’t have any more materials.” He spoke.

“Ok, go ahead. We’ll follow you.”

The guy was hot, like Hollywood actor playing a SWAT member hot.

“Can you hold on to me?” He asked, being more considerate than his colleagues.

“I think so.” I replied and I managed to stand up while relying heavily on his broad shoulders.

The first person I saw when I got out of the kitchen was the warden Deen. He had lost his usual smug manners. He was deeply marked and was talking to several guys wearing suits. They were standing in the middle of the cafeteria. Surrounding them, there were multiple bodies.

I saw five, maybe six corpses on the floor.

“Don’t look” the guy holding me whispered.

Someone was taking pictures. A drape had been put over the bodies. It was worse than anything else. This drape could only mean death.

And suddenly, my heart sank in my chest. It broke in a way that I knew it would never fully recover.

Although his body was mostly hidden, his lower arm and his hand were still visible, coming out of the drape. His limbs were already an odd shade of grey. On his ring finger, there was the beautiful golden ring, shining but stained with blood, with a tiny M and a tiny X inscribed in silver letters.

Xander was dead.

A part of me was too.

(Clap clap clap clap) dude this is 100 percent some of your best writing. I dont even know what to day that's how good it was. Bravo

Also "my husband has to call me down" yeah I noticed this Easter egg so tyler gets married to who I wonder

 

[Anime2]

If it was tough for you to read, imagine how tough it was for me to write! Getting rid of Xander was the most difficult thing I had to do but it was set up this way since the very beginning. It just had to be.

Thank you for your feedback!

Really sad to see Xander go he was such a good guy to the point you ask yourself how is he even in prison. How he treated tyler was so great knowing he was gay but keeping to himself

 

[Anime2]

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Facts about tyler and will. But at least hes finally come to his senses..... please dont tell me I speaking to soon

 

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MY FIRST YEAR IN PRISON

Chapter 19: Death, grief and libido. (Part 1)

Shock.

A lot of things were happening in the following days. Enquiries. Transfers. Fights. The world was spinning around me. People were crying, screaming, breaking down. But I was not there. I had been struck by lightning. Who was still there? Who was dead? Who was sent to maximum security prison?

Who fucking cared?

Journalists were waiting outside of the prison. We could not go out. We could see a therapist. What a fucking joke, especially for me, I knew all the tricks in the book already. Guard Foster was nowhere to be seen but he was alive. Falcon was still there though. After everything, unbelievable! The warden too.

More guards had come to keep us under control. We were dangerous wild animals, we needed more containment, more rules, more punishments. The prison could not allow any other “riot”. Again, what a joke!

Ryan, Janice, Austin, all of them tried to see me, to contact me. We were in full locked down. I did not mind. I did not want to talk to anyone.

Seven inmates were dead.

Romano. He was the first to go down.

Another one of his goons, the one so quick to turn a piece of glass into a cutter. That did not help him this time. Dead on the floor.

Big Pepe was gone too. Apparently, he fought like a bear, he took multiple shots before collapsing. For what?

One of his close allies died too. I cannot remember his name.

An elderly inmate was not shot but got injured while it was pure chaos and never recovered from it.

And Xander. I learned later that he was the last one that Kim shot, he tried to reason him until the very end. Xander did everything he could to stop the blood bath. He succeeded in a way. He was Kim’s last victim.

Once Kim had shot Xander, he turned back the gun to his own head and killed himself. It was over.

Ray and Kurtis were at the hospital. At least, that was what we heard; we had no actual news of them. Ray had been shot. Trevor was still there but he was completely mute. I feared for his well-being and mental state. It looked like he could snap too. Or maybe I did not really care anymore.

Again, I was not really there. This was not really me. I could not have been involved with something like that. It was a story from the news or a movie, not my life.

These sorts of things happened to others, not to nerdy Tyler Braxton.

My ankle and calves were hurting so bad, I was mostly stuck in my bed. Ralph was bringing me stuff to eat from the cafeteria. How was he holding on? Xander was his best friend before he was mine. How was he not mad at me? I had fucked with Will. The enemy. It had set everything in motion. Ralph was a fucking rock.

Will had been transferred to another prison. Why some of the inmates were being transferred, enquired, and others remained in their cells? I had no idea. I did not want to know. Our prison normally welcomed small drug dealers, first timers in jail, people involved in robbery or meth-heads, most of us had never been involved in an actual gun shooting before.

To a certain extent, everyone, guards and inmates alike, were under severe shock.

Denial.

I could not think about what had happened. I could not process it. I was a therapist, I knew what grief was, I knew that I had to confront myself to my feelings. But I was doing everything that I could not to think about Xander, even though he was probably in my mind 24/7.

The nights were worse than the days. The odour of blood. The noise of the shots. Everything was coming back, no matter how hard I was fighting to push it down.

Every time a clear thought of Xander came into my mind, him getting married, hugging me, lying dead on the floor, it would make me physically hurt. I would crawl to our shared toilets and puked.

I got prescribed anti-depressants. I knew how strong they were, I took them anyway, I wanted to be knocked down. The administration was more than happy to provide them to us. Guards had been attacked. Inmates were dead.

They would rather have zombies to handle than inmates with actual feelings… and worse, anger!

You might think that the mass-shooting was a huge scandal with a large impact in the country, but after a few days, the journalists left as quickly as they had arrived. Convicts were dead. Worthless people. Who seriously gave a fuck?

After a few days, I had Ryan over the phone. He was crying. We were approaching Christmas, Mallory was about to give birth but he wanted to be there, with me. He had called a bunch of lawyers, he said I should get out of there, it was too dangerous. He was terrified for me. I listened. I said that I was fine, I had only a couple more months to go through, the end was near.

I went back to my cell. I had crotches. I was about to think about Xander again and I took more anti-depressants. Was I convincing to Ryan? I mean, I was convincing myself that I could supress the pain away. Maybe he believed me too. I doubt it.

I learned to go to a place in my mind where Xander was still with us. I was out of the prison, having fun with him and Austin. Everything was good. They were both shirtless, we were playing soccer. That is weird, I never played soccer in my life but in that fantasy, I was. Xander scored a goal and Austin hugged him. Why did Austin take so much place in that fantasy?

If I focused long enough, I could fully convince myself that Xander was not dead but he was on the top bed above me, just like always. This fantasy was easy to entertain because Trevor was still sleeping on the mattress on the floor, he had never made the move to use Xander’s bed. Fernando and Ralph were occupying the bunk bed besides me. It could only mean that Xander was still above me too! Right?

Glenn was transported out of the prison a couple of weeks after the events. He had started a hunger strike. Why? What did he think he could achieve with that? Letting himself die.

I judged him for doing so. I thought he was weak. He could not handle what had happened, he had not found the perfect coping mechanism that I was smart enough to have put in place. I was fine. I was eating. I was not breaking down.

Daddy Ray came back to the prison. His first day back, he broke down and apologized to everyone. He was losing it, sobbing on the floor. Trevor came out of his long silence to help his dad out. I looked at the scene with a weird sensation. Maybe something had really happened.

I came back to my cell and I puked again. I had lost some weight.

Maybe I was not fine after-all.

Where the hell was Kurtis?

Anger.

Foster quit. He never came back to prison. He had brought his firearm in. He had let Kim use it. And now, like a coward, my heartthrob of a guard was gone.

Glenn was gone too. He had lost too much weight. What good was his hunger strike doing? Stupid reaction. Will it bring them all to life? Would we even want that? Romano was better dead than alive if you want my opinion.

I was mad.

Ralph was too, but him, he could let go off his anger. He was throwing himself in the gym. He spent hours and hours in there, getting even bigger than he already was. Fernando was smoking outside. And I was stuck with Trevor in our cell most of the time. My fucking ankle would not heal. Trevor was crying like a little child, often and loudly. He was worse than his dad.

“Would you fucking stop crying?” I said to Trevor the night before Christmas Eve.

“I’m sorry.” He replied, looking at me with his puppy eyes.

I thought about it all for a long time and I had made my decision. Trevor was responsible for what had happened. It was so much easier this way.

“You really needed to take these drugs, eh? I hope you’re happy with what you did.” I told him, coldly.

His face became white. It was so unfair for me to say that. He was not responsible for the shooting. Or maybe he was. We all were. He stopped crying though. But he left his mattress on the floor and took Xander’s bed instead.

I was proposed a couple more times to see the shrink. Ironic when you know how good of a therapist, I was. I refused to go back.

The day before Christmas, on the 24th, families had been allowed to come inside the prison. Ryan and Austin came together. I was awful with them. I blamed them for not doing enough to get me out of there, (after I had told them not to do anything or rock the boat a few days before…), I blamed them for not understanding what I was going through, I blamed them for being free. They took my anger in and they did not let go of me.

I will be eternally grateful for them.

They had seen me at my worse and they stood there, by my side. Ryan took me in his arms for a long time and I cried, maybe for 20 minutes straight. Austin was caressing my back at the same time.

Merry Christmas!

Bargaining.

I know this must be tough to read. It is tough to write too. It is very challenging to describe the way I felt at the time.

In a sense, I do not see the point of writing pages and pages on this trauma but I do not want to sugar coat it either. I mean, I am already softening it, in a way. I tell this story about mourning as if it was a quick process, going through one phase to another, but it was not. It was a long and tedious process, with a lot of back and forth, and it was happening in the worst possible conditions. I am not even sure I am done with it today, years later.

But there was light at the end of the tunnel.

Kurtis came back. After three weeks at the hospital. One afternoon, I was furiously writing incoherent stuff on a pad, my anger was more and more focused towards the prison’s system and I was drafting inconsistent pleadings against the administration. The warden Deen had kept his fucking job. I thought that if I could tear down the system, then maybe, just maybe Xander would not have died for nothing. I turned around, and Kurtis was there, smiling faintly. He looked ok. As ok as he could.

He was my saviour.

Not only because he literally saved me from the bullets, but because he gave me back my sanity during this grieving period. He offered me a safe place in this prison. A small miracle.

We did not talk much. I realized that maybe Kurtis had been less talkative since his little sister had died, because since the shooting, I had way less things to say. Everything seemed futile, pointless.

We spent all of our time together, we did not kiss, at least not at the beginning, but we cuddled. In front of the guards, the inmates. Once he was back in prison, I fell into his arms and I did not let go. He needed me too. He was often caressing and smelling my hair. From this point on, we were each other’s safe place.

I told him about my plan to get the prison’s system down, he said that it would not bring Xander back to life, I did not reply but lay my head on his bare chest. Sometimes, I was playing with the hair of his treasure’s trail.

Kurtis reminded me that I was set to go out soon and that I could not lose my energy trying to fight those battles. According to him, I just needed to get the hell out of here. But out of prison meant out of his arms and it was the only place where I felt ok…

Guilt.

One month after the shooting, my legs were feeling better. The prison was back to a semi normal rhythm, new inmates had replaced those who were gone. Falcon was making himself discreet. The warden was no longer asking me favours. We were more closely monitored.

It was time for me to face my true feelings.

Obviously, the most present one was guilt. I felt responsible. I was a therapist. I had seen how distraught Kim was. I could tell that he was slowly but surely sinking into darkness. I did nothing.

Not only that, I was at the start of the chain of events, fucking with Will, not fighting him over the drugs he was bringing inside the prison, which ineluctably led to Ray’s losing his mind and to the shooting.

If I had not been there, none of this would have happened. Xander and Mindy would be a married couple.

I apologized to Trevor first. He was 18 and I was soon to be 29 at that point. He was a kid, I was not. The things I had told him were unfair and frankly disgusting. I hoped he would be ok out of there. He said he wanted to show a good example for his little brother. Trevor was so much more alike his father than he realized.

I apologized to Austin and to Ryan next. I told them how grateful I was to have them in my life, how sorry I was for everything I had put them through. I told them that I loved them both so much.

I finally went to see the damn prison shrink. He told me the guilt I was feeling was a weight, a useless weight. I did not hold the gun. I did not bring drugs into the prison. I was not responsible for taking care of Kim’s mental health.

The prison was.

I went back to my drafting and I started to write more consistent stuff about all the times the prison system had failed us. That helped.

Depression.

While I was finally processing the events, the severity of what had happened hit me in the face as if it had just happened. That was when the depression started. I knew it was depression, I also knew it was a normal and even necessary stage of grief but I could not do anything about it.

I did not even try to take anti-depressants that time. I knew that I had to acknowledge what had happened. I needed to feel it. But feeling it meant that I was stuck in my bed, not physically this time, but mentally, I could simply no longer move.

It was Kurtis who was coming in my bunk bed now, and feeding me. The others inmates were worried for me. While everyone had seemingly returned to a more normal life (as normal as life can be in prison), I was burying myself deeper in a hole. Except that I was not. I just needed to feel what I was feeling.

It was in that strange state that Kurtis and I made love for the first time.

We were alone in my cell. It was the middle of the afternoon. He was holding me, as he always was, our legs were tangled together on the very small bed. And suddenly, I felt something that I had not felt in more than a month. My dick getting hard.

MY LIBIDO WAS FREAKING BACK!

I turned around to face Kurtis, he was mindlessly caressing me, he seemed lost in his thoughts. I kissed him. For the first time since we shared that kiss in the laundry room, months prior, in another lifetime it seemed. Our lips met, then our tongues, and at the same time, I felt his dick getting hard against my thighs.

[Chapter 19 continues below]

Another brilliant chapter

 

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Always thought from the beginning that a reunion with Austin was possible. But Tyler starts to get me on my nerves. Always the same... "Will he be the right one?" "Or he?", "Maybe him?" If you ask yourself every time you meet a handsome man, you'll be never happy in real life. If you have feelings for someone and you think he's a decent guy, make the move and try out if it works together. Each decision in life contains some risks, go for it and discover yourself!

Great chapter, I dont even know what to say hahaha Austin has thrown a spanner in the works.

I do agree with Ralph thought Tyler needs to focus on getting out and not try and be a superhero. Tyler enjoys fucking up his life and making it difficult to much he really needs stop that habit. Tyler has had a good life but he's constantly fucked things up now in jail and it's time to leave again he's thinking about fucking it up

 

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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]

(Clap clap clap) soooooo good such a good read man. Thank you for giving us a win lmao, but the real battle starts now austin or kurtis. If were honest with our selves tyler is a friggin mess and he does fuck up a lot and always falling for guys getting over them and falling for another guy. But seems college he has constantly loved austin he even got over his crush for his brother but austin literally has his heart kurtis will soon notice it

 

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Guys, if you are mad with the final chapter which is coming very soon, and with Ty's choice, don't be mad at me! Be mad at my Patrons!

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.

Lmao I dont even know what to say ohh my God the last few chaper have been so good. I actually understand your feelings towards the characters it's a hard one to pick. Even for me I just about pick Austin only because of their previous experience. But its definitely hard one.

However if we're talking about Tyler and the character that you developed and we take our personal feelings out of it he would pick austin. And if he got with kurtis he would still love austin but would try and move on. But every time he sees him he would do what he always does go back to how he feels about him.

 

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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!

AMAZING ENDING, loved it the best ending I've read from you it was so satisfying to read.

I love kurtis but my only issue with kurtis and Tyler is they met in prison it is a whole different ball game and environment plus they went through the whole riot situation to theres a lot of trauma in their relationship without the trauma what do they have.

I dont remember martin I'm going to have to go back to the orginal to remember who he is. But once again I noticed something in your writing you said husband again and it didn't refer to austin as his husband. Also when talking about Austin he sometimes comes across like past tense like austin isnt in his life anymore....... what happened

 

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First of all: Thank you guys so much for the lovely comments. I see the views that my stories get and my subscribers on Patreon, but nothing compares to people actually commenting on your stories!

I am rarely happy with my endings but I was pretty satisfied with that one and with the story as the whole, even if I am not fully satisfied with a couple of chapters.

Just like a lot of you, a part of me was rooting for Kurtis but I am not sure it would have worked. Ty and Kurtis got together in a very peculiar environment in the midst of a traumatic event. Kurtis has a lot of work to do to "rebuild" himself emotionnaly and I don't think Ty would have been a great partner for that.

Also, great news, I can confirm that I am writing My First Year with Austin! It will be released on my Patreon in early 2023 and probably a few months later here. I think that Ty picking Austin (although it was the choice of my Patreon community) was perfect for the sequel. With the third book being about Ty and Austin trying to be together, I feel like it allows me to close the loop with this entire trilogy.

Some of you noticed, I purposely left a mystery about who "the husband" is: Ty had already refered to him in MFYIC. But is it Austin or is it someone else?

Again, thanks all for your feedback! I do appreciate it very much.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh I knew it hahaha. I've read enough of your stories when I know you're setting me up lol. I could tell in some places it seemed like tyler and austin were not together anymore but then in other parts of the story it seems like they are. Me personally I hope it works out in life sometimes 2 people are just made for each other I get that with tyler and Austin so even if they do break up please let them end up together in the end.

Tyler and Austin remind me of bruno and pol from merli as much they went around fucking other people they just loved each other their connection and chemistry was clear as day and in the end they got married