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Yeah, thanks for returning and continuing...the new twist is interesting, but I
hope he is reunited with falco
hope he is reunited with falco
"So who the hell is Coco anyway?" i wanted to see this queen bee that runs shit around here, how funny is that, gays protecting me.
"Oh, you've probably seen him." Ayisha smirked
"Well, you're the only... queen i know" i safetly said
she laughed, "Nooo, Coco isnt a queen..." this shit is too damn confusing for me.
"Then what is a Coco?"
"well..." she looked out of the cell door window "There!" i ran to the door and looked.
"Uh, where"
"you see the guy at the end of the med line?"
I did...it was a giant bald samoan dude who looked like he was in for murder, one ugly mother fucker, thats cant the leader of the Gay car.
"Him?!?" i asked in total disbelief
"Yup, thats Mama Coco" she said very matter of fact like i was supposed to know
"Goddamn thats a big bitch!" i always loved that phrase
"Most samoans are"
no wonder shit gets done when Coco wants it done
Ayisha continued "Coco is short for Coconut, Brown and furry on the outside, white and silky on the inside" she smiled
...i felt gay just hearing that explination. I'd suck a dick to get Flaco back here. I better keep that to myself, just in case Coco wants to take me up on that deal.
"so when do you think they'll move me?" i asked
"around 2 and half months is normal, us queens take longer because we have to go to prisons that offer hormone regements, you should be out of here in no time." God i hope its soon, and that i go where Flaco is. I miss that big ass gorilla of a man.
"Hopefully you end up in the same place as Flaco" did i look that damn sad?
"Yeah that'd be cool" i tried to cover it up
"Cuz frankly, you need someone to watch you're back. Prison is a fucked up place sometimes, its good to know people" she showed me a scar on her arm
"Damn! What happened?"
"Some asshole wanted me, i said no. He had a razorblade...i didnt."
shit!... "so he sliced you?" i hope thats all, regardless of my thoughts about Ayisha, nobody should go though..well you know
"Yeah, its pretty serious to rape someone, but cutting them is less time added to you sentence. Its in my file now, so now gaurds have to listen to me if i say i dont feel safe, or else i sue and get millions"
Man theres so much to learn, i really wish Flaco was around. It was just easier with him around. Now im scared. What the fuck am i going to do.
next week
Ayisha is pretty respectful of my boundries, thats cool of her. i catch her peeking at me when i work out, but it sorta makes me feel hot to have someone checking me out. I mean i used to look at Flaco, so, its a compliment. I've also taken to writting my feelings. Here check it out.
Alone in darkness surrounded by light. No friend around, no love in sight
I cant express the pain im in. It hurts and hurts and nothing ends it.
Where is my life? Where did it go? Is there any hope for me? Does anybody know?
Trapped! Alone. Scared. sad... thats all there is for me, no turning back.
Im here, thats all. Each day the same. Wondering, waiting, hiding my pain.
Fuck this place, this Hell, this slow death. it wont last forever, i wont let it win.
Sucks i know, doesnt even fucking rhyme right. oh well. I flush all my peotry down the toilet, cant afford to let anyone see my feelings. plus its embarrising. I wont even share the ones about Flaco. Its kinda gay.
-Knock at the Door-
"Martin."
"yes sir?"
"Heres a bag, you're transfering tonite"
"uh, ok" finally
"See J, no time at all. Lets hope you get to Flaco" Ayisha broke me from my initial shock
"yeah"
"well you should start packing. Want some help?"
"Ok, i dont have that much" i cant believe its time to go. im excited and scared. Excited to use a phone, to walk around outside, to get a visit from my mom. Scared to go where Flaco isnt, to end up in a war-zone, to go back home with scars...
"well, this is the last time we may see each other" Ayisha said
"yup" what the fuck was she getting at?
"Good luck J, stay safe, and stay outta trouble." good advice...still not gonna fuck her
"Thanks Ayisha, it was very kind of you to go outta your way to look out for me." keep it formal
"no worries, i owed it to Flaco. Not that you arent easy on the eyes." she winked at me. i dont know how i feel about that. "Well you should get some rest. no telling how long of a trip you have in the morning."
"Ah, never thought about that" whats gonna happen? Whats the process? it doesnt matter, i have no control anyway. just go with the flow. off to bed. I'd like to say i fell asleep right away, but i was way to fucking nervous. Finally forced myself asleep...
"Oh, you've probably seen him." Ayisha smirked
"Well, you're the only... queen i know" i safetly said
she laughed, "Nooo, Coco isnt a queen..." this shit is too damn confusing for me.
"Then what is a Coco?"
"well..." she looked out of the cell door window "There!" i ran to the door and looked.
"Uh, where"
"you see the guy at the end of the med line?"
I did...it was a giant bald samoan dude who looked like he was in for murder, one ugly mother fucker, thats cant the leader of the Gay car.
"Him?!?" i asked in total disbelief
"Yup, thats Mama Coco" she said very matter of fact like i was supposed to know
"Goddamn thats a big bitch!" i always loved that phrase
"Most samoans are"
no wonder shit gets done when Coco wants it done
Ayisha continued "Coco is short for Coconut, Brown and furry on the outside, white and silky on the inside" she smiled
...i felt gay just hearing that explination. I'd suck a dick to get Flaco back here. I better keep that to myself, just in case Coco wants to take me up on that deal.
"so when do you think they'll move me?" i asked
"around 2 and half months is normal, us queens take longer because we have to go to prisons that offer hormone regements, you should be out of here in no time." God i hope its soon, and that i go where Flaco is. I miss that big ass gorilla of a man.
"Hopefully you end up in the same place as Flaco" did i look that damn sad?
"Yeah that'd be cool" i tried to cover it up
"Cuz frankly, you need someone to watch you're back. Prison is a fucked up place sometimes, its good to know people" she showed me a scar on her arm
"Damn! What happened?"
"Some asshole wanted me, i said no. He had a razorblade...i didnt."
shit!... "so he sliced you?" i hope thats all, regardless of my thoughts about Ayisha, nobody should go though..well you know
"Yeah, its pretty serious to rape someone, but cutting them is less time added to you sentence. Its in my file now, so now gaurds have to listen to me if i say i dont feel safe, or else i sue and get millions"
Man theres so much to learn, i really wish Flaco was around. It was just easier with him around. Now im scared. What the fuck am i going to do.
next week
Ayisha is pretty respectful of my boundries, thats cool of her. i catch her peeking at me when i work out, but it sorta makes me feel hot to have someone checking me out. I mean i used to look at Flaco, so, its a compliment. I've also taken to writting my feelings. Here check it out.
Alone in darkness surrounded by light. No friend around, no love in sight
I cant express the pain im in. It hurts and hurts and nothing ends it.
Where is my life? Where did it go? Is there any hope for me? Does anybody know?
Trapped! Alone. Scared. sad... thats all there is for me, no turning back.
Im here, thats all. Each day the same. Wondering, waiting, hiding my pain.
Fuck this place, this Hell, this slow death. it wont last forever, i wont let it win.
Sucks i know, doesnt even fucking rhyme right. oh well. I flush all my peotry down the toilet, cant afford to let anyone see my feelings. plus its embarrising. I wont even share the ones about Flaco. Its kinda gay.
-Knock at the Door-
"Martin."
"yes sir?"
"Heres a bag, you're transfering tonite"
"uh, ok" finally
"See J, no time at all. Lets hope you get to Flaco" Ayisha broke me from my initial shock
"yeah"
"well you should start packing. Want some help?"
"Ok, i dont have that much" i cant believe its time to go. im excited and scared. Excited to use a phone, to walk around outside, to get a visit from my mom. Scared to go where Flaco isnt, to end up in a war-zone, to go back home with scars...
"well, this is the last time we may see each other" Ayisha said
"yup" what the fuck was she getting at?
"Good luck J, stay safe, and stay outta trouble." good advice...still not gonna fuck her
"Thanks Ayisha, it was very kind of you to go outta your way to look out for me." keep it formal
"no worries, i owed it to Flaco. Not that you arent easy on the eyes." she winked at me. i dont know how i feel about that. "Well you should get some rest. no telling how long of a trip you have in the morning."
"Ah, never thought about that" whats gonna happen? Whats the process? it doesnt matter, i have no control anyway. just go with the flow. off to bed. I'd like to say i fell asleep right away, but i was way to fucking nervous. Finally forced myself asleep...
"you up J?" shit that sounded just like Flaco
"yeah" i whisperd. no, it couldnt be...
"come here." Flaco said. i got down off the bed. there in front of me was Flaco.
"is it really you?" i asked
he socked me in the chest, hard
"Fuck!" it had to be him, i touched his shoulder. Real. He grabbed me and hugged me hard. I hugged right back. His smell. His warmth. Real.
"whats going on, you left and im leaving."
"Shhhh" he put his hand in the air "dont stress, its gonna be alright"
God thats all i wanted to hear, especially from him. I felt safe, right, calm. this must be a dream, i know it is. But i dont care.
"I cant belive how vivid this is. I can see all his tattoos, his muscles and his well, even his dick is the same. I guess seeing someone naked for 2 months will leave an imprint in your mind. Hes in his boxers. Wet for some reason. I can see is cock pretty clearly, his abs and torso V-lines, his chest moving with every breath. He pulled me close to him, my nose and forehead in his chest, i can feel his very heartbeat. Incredible how real this feels. I can feel his dick hardening into my stomache. Mine follows suit. Flaco looks at me with those Hazel eyes, as if searching the depths of my soul.
"I miss you J" my heart stops
"I miss you too" he gently kisses my forehead and then hugs me tight. A tear forms in my eye and rolls down his chest. i watch it move down. colecting momentum as it combines with his prespiration. Down the vally of his chest, to his six pack, then to his belly button, and finally down that path of hair leading to his crotch, and it absorbs into his boxers and at that moment Flaco took a deep gasp of air. I touched his waistband with my finger, his eyes close. I pull down his boxers, He leans aginst the wall. I grab his cock with both hands, he moans slightly. I begin to stroke his cock with both hands in a slow motion. not that theres any option, just the sheer size dwarfs my hands. cum collects at the tip of his perfect light brown dick. I taste him. and my whole body tingles. this is odd, but completly blissful. I take his dick in my mouth expecting to be able to go half way up his shaft, but now i can take all of Flaco in my mouth. He groans loudly and slids down the wall a bit. Being able to take all of him excites me. I start moving up and down his cock with greater speed. no gagging, no pain, just...bliss. as i gulp him down over and over again he gets louder and louder. He slides down the wall some more and his eyes shoot open, at the same time i feel an explosion of pleasure in my chest, crazy that i can feel what he feels almost. He fixes his stance as not to fall, i follow him and continue man handling his cock. The faster i go, the more tingle flows through my body, the deeper i take him, the more electricity flows though my veins. Its...amazing! He begins to thrust tward me, his nuts bouncing off my chin but slowly gaining altitude, moving higher up in his abdomen, sandwhiching his dick. I know that means hes almost done. I dont want him to be, I want him right here, but the sensation is too good thoughout my body, i cant cease. His Body begins to tremble, my heart races past a healthy rate. But i feel as though im going to bust a nut aswell. He closes his eyes as do i, faster we both move, deeper, harder, louder. His body stops at the same moment mine does. I feel warmth race down my throat. His monster of a dick pulsing inside my mouth. Something in my abdomen pulses. I feel a release coming. He pulls his dick out of my mouth slowly, i move to the sink to explode, but i see myself in the tiny mirror. and the universe stops... its me, but its not me. I mean its my face, my skin, but im rock solid. Fucking ripped. Muscles like Flaco, his chest is my chest. My abs just like his. Huge fucking arms. Im a stud! This is weird, but cool. Is this what id look like if i worked at it? I'd suck my dick right now, i look down at my cock and its different too. Now i know my own dick pretty well, we've been together a long time. This is not mine. I almost forgot this was a dream. Its too huge to be mine, wouldnt mind if it was though... its perfect. Long, full of veins, almost just like Flacos. Flaco! i whip around, hes gone...couldnt last forever. Back to the mirror, Still Beefcake J. Down at my cock, still Pornstar status. Fuck its huge! i bet i could get it in my own mouth. Wait, it is my dream, i can do what i want, right. No one has to know. I lift MegaCock with my hand, Fuck its fat, can barely get my hand to close around it. I continue lifting and it touches the bottom of my chest. I lower my head and sure as shit my lips touch the head of this awesome dick. I lick the pre-cum off and lightning shoots through my body. I stand straight up. Wow! I try again. This time i go for it, taking half of it into my mouth. Up and down each time filling my body with Ecstacy, bliss begins to surge though my skin which causes me to move faster and faster. I feel like im going to explode. Oh Fuck! this is good. My SuperDong swells in size, i begin to feel pulsing deep in my gut. A heat rises from my toes and goes to the top of my head, finally a burst of nut. I wake up. The pulsing continues. No... No fucking wa... "ahh shit" my toes curl as cum releases from me right into my boxers. A fucking wet dream!?! You're kidding me!" My last wet dream was in middle school. ahh Becky Chase. No time for that. What do i do? I gotta change quick. I jump outta bed, Ayisha is fast asleep. I search for a clean pair of boxers. Ayisha faced the wall, perfect im gonna be ass naked for a second. I take off the cum soaked boxers and wipe my dick, balls, thighs, shit this crap is everywhere. Double check Ayisha...still out. Hope fully she doesnt smell this and wake up. Are gays like Sharks in that sense? A drop of cum in 1000 gallons of water...? whatever no time to be a smartass. Toilet paper and water...bad idea, this cheap ass state toilet paper is making things worse, ah an old t-shirt, this works i clean myself off, my cock still hard from the intense dream.
"...J?" FUCK!
"J what the hell are you doing?" Ayisha was looking at me...
"Uh nothing, birdbath before the transfer" smooth J, you're good
"oh, good idea, need some help?"
"NO! uh no im ok, thanks." What the fuck, please just go back to sleep, im fucking ass naked with a raging hard-on and Ayisha is looking at my ass right now. Where are my clean boxers? Fuck! Did she turn around? good. Ah clean underwear. just gotta get my clean underwear and im good to go.
The Door Cracks
-PA anouncement- Inmate Gonzalez, Inmate (You Shitting ME!?!) , inmate Martin, Inmate Shepard. Report to the office for Transfer
"J thats you! get some Boxers on Dude!" this cant be real, please be a dream please a dream
"J!!! Move" Ayisha threw some boxers at me. I quickly put them on, shit too tight, too late, i dress and grab my bag.
"Good luck J"
"Thanks" i hugged Ayisha, nothing like complete shock, embarassment, and shame to get rid of a boner
"Oh ok" Ayisha hugged back, rubbing me not patting like a man does.
I head to the Office ready to move on, where? I dont know. But its happening whether im ready or not.
"yeah" i whisperd. no, it couldnt be...
"come here." Flaco said. i got down off the bed. there in front of me was Flaco.
"is it really you?" i asked
he socked me in the chest, hard
"Fuck!" it had to be him, i touched his shoulder. Real. He grabbed me and hugged me hard. I hugged right back. His smell. His warmth. Real.
"whats going on, you left and im leaving."
"Shhhh" he put his hand in the air "dont stress, its gonna be alright"
God thats all i wanted to hear, especially from him. I felt safe, right, calm. this must be a dream, i know it is. But i dont care.
"I cant belive how vivid this is. I can see all his tattoos, his muscles and his well, even his dick is the same. I guess seeing someone naked for 2 months will leave an imprint in your mind. Hes in his boxers. Wet for some reason. I can see is cock pretty clearly, his abs and torso V-lines, his chest moving with every breath. He pulled me close to him, my nose and forehead in his chest, i can feel his very heartbeat. Incredible how real this feels. I can feel his dick hardening into my stomache. Mine follows suit. Flaco looks at me with those Hazel eyes, as if searching the depths of my soul.
"I miss you J" my heart stops
"I miss you too" he gently kisses my forehead and then hugs me tight. A tear forms in my eye and rolls down his chest. i watch it move down. colecting momentum as it combines with his prespiration. Down the vally of his chest, to his six pack, then to his belly button, and finally down that path of hair leading to his crotch, and it absorbs into his boxers and at that moment Flaco took a deep gasp of air. I touched his waistband with my finger, his eyes close. I pull down his boxers, He leans aginst the wall. I grab his cock with both hands, he moans slightly. I begin to stroke his cock with both hands in a slow motion. not that theres any option, just the sheer size dwarfs my hands. cum collects at the tip of his perfect light brown dick. I taste him. and my whole body tingles. this is odd, but completly blissful. I take his dick in my mouth expecting to be able to go half way up his shaft, but now i can take all of Flaco in my mouth. He groans loudly and slids down the wall a bit. Being able to take all of him excites me. I start moving up and down his cock with greater speed. no gagging, no pain, just...bliss. as i gulp him down over and over again he gets louder and louder. He slides down the wall some more and his eyes shoot open, at the same time i feel an explosion of pleasure in my chest, crazy that i can feel what he feels almost. He fixes his stance as not to fall, i follow him and continue man handling his cock. The faster i go, the more tingle flows through my body, the deeper i take him, the more electricity flows though my veins. Its...amazing! He begins to thrust tward me, his nuts bouncing off my chin but slowly gaining altitude, moving higher up in his abdomen, sandwhiching his dick. I know that means hes almost done. I dont want him to be, I want him right here, but the sensation is too good thoughout my body, i cant cease. His Body begins to tremble, my heart races past a healthy rate. But i feel as though im going to bust a nut aswell. He closes his eyes as do i, faster we both move, deeper, harder, louder. His body stops at the same moment mine does. I feel warmth race down my throat. His monster of a dick pulsing inside my mouth. Something in my abdomen pulses. I feel a release coming. He pulls his dick out of my mouth slowly, i move to the sink to explode, but i see myself in the tiny mirror. and the universe stops... its me, but its not me. I mean its my face, my skin, but im rock solid. Fucking ripped. Muscles like Flaco, his chest is my chest. My abs just like his. Huge fucking arms. Im a stud! This is weird, but cool. Is this what id look like if i worked at it? I'd suck my dick right now, i look down at my cock and its different too. Now i know my own dick pretty well, we've been together a long time. This is not mine. I almost forgot this was a dream. Its too huge to be mine, wouldnt mind if it was though... its perfect. Long, full of veins, almost just like Flacos. Flaco! i whip around, hes gone...couldnt last forever. Back to the mirror, Still Beefcake J. Down at my cock, still Pornstar status. Fuck its huge! i bet i could get it in my own mouth. Wait, it is my dream, i can do what i want, right. No one has to know. I lift MegaCock with my hand, Fuck its fat, can barely get my hand to close around it. I continue lifting and it touches the bottom of my chest. I lower my head and sure as shit my lips touch the head of this awesome dick. I lick the pre-cum off and lightning shoots through my body. I stand straight up. Wow! I try again. This time i go for it, taking half of it into my mouth. Up and down each time filling my body with Ecstacy, bliss begins to surge though my skin which causes me to move faster and faster. I feel like im going to explode. Oh Fuck! this is good. My SuperDong swells in size, i begin to feel pulsing deep in my gut. A heat rises from my toes and goes to the top of my head, finally a burst of nut. I wake up. The pulsing continues. No... No fucking wa... "ahh shit" my toes curl as cum releases from me right into my boxers. A fucking wet dream!?! You're kidding me!" My last wet dream was in middle school. ahh Becky Chase. No time for that. What do i do? I gotta change quick. I jump outta bed, Ayisha is fast asleep. I search for a clean pair of boxers. Ayisha faced the wall, perfect im gonna be ass naked for a second. I take off the cum soaked boxers and wipe my dick, balls, thighs, shit this crap is everywhere. Double check Ayisha...still out. Hope fully she doesnt smell this and wake up. Are gays like Sharks in that sense? A drop of cum in 1000 gallons of water...? whatever no time to be a smartass. Toilet paper and water...bad idea, this cheap ass state toilet paper is making things worse, ah an old t-shirt, this works i clean myself off, my cock still hard from the intense dream.
"...J?" FUCK!
"J what the hell are you doing?" Ayisha was looking at me...
"Uh nothing, birdbath before the transfer" smooth J, you're good
"oh, good idea, need some help?"
"NO! uh no im ok, thanks." What the fuck, please just go back to sleep, im fucking ass naked with a raging hard-on and Ayisha is looking at my ass right now. Where are my clean boxers? Fuck! Did she turn around? good. Ah clean underwear. just gotta get my clean underwear and im good to go.
The Door Cracks
-PA anouncement- Inmate Gonzalez, Inmate (You Shitting ME!?!) , inmate Martin, Inmate Shepard. Report to the office for Transfer
"J thats you! get some Boxers on Dude!" this cant be real, please be a dream please a dream
"J!!! Move" Ayisha threw some boxers at me. I quickly put them on, shit too tight, too late, i dress and grab my bag.
"Good luck J"
"Thanks" i hugged Ayisha, nothing like complete shock, embarassment, and shame to get rid of a boner
"Oh ok" Ayisha hugged back, rubbing me not patting like a man does.
I head to the Office ready to move on, where? I dont know. But its happening whether im ready or not.
This story got very sad when flaco left 
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The gaurd is searching my property, creating an inventory. I sigh it, and he sends me out to a banch to wait. its unusally cold. its 3 a.-fucking-m. in the morning! I wait and wait. Two gaurds enter the building.
"Ok ladies, lets move." the white one said
"Single file line Nuts-to-butts! Move it!" the Mexican guards yelled. we all lined up...nuts to butts. the guy behind me took that command a little more serious than i believe he was supposed to.
"No talking! Stay in a straight line!Follow all instructions, and we wont have any problems. Follow officer Santos. Rolling!" we walked outside. the sting of the freezing air was cancelled out by the fresh non-ass smelling air inside the building. Stars, wind, clouds, things i had never appreciated before. I tried to look at all these things without fallinf out of formation. didnt want any problems. Now i was getting cold. We walked to damn near the other side of the prison to R&R (reciving and release). Where they put us in a holding tank. I wait. Finally a gaurd comes, nevermind. theyre just passing out sack lunches. Fucking peanut butter and jelly. i swear to God and all his angels both in Heaven and Hell, once free, i will never eat PB&J or Bolongna ever again...EVER! But, i dont know when the next meal is so i'd better break it down and eat like a good little inmate. Whatever kills the time in this cold huge ass cement paradise. Another Gaurd.
"Alright listen up. Heres what you're gonna do. undress, line up, when its your turn, hand me your ID, say your last name followed by your CDC number. Then follow the instructions i give you. Everyone understand?" we all say Yes sir.
"Ok, strip out" we all start undressing. this is humiliating, but what can you do. And sorry, its not sexy at all. An older gentleman with gray pubes and balls that look exactly like the ones haning from the back of my friends F-350. Only half of us are in good shape. and if it didnt smell like ass in here before, it sure does now. We line up, not nuts to butts, for great reason. The first guys goes, hands his ID and stares at the Guard.
"Alright evreyone, we got the first winner who cant follow insrtuctions, Tu hables Ingles?" he talked down to the inmate...who was actually a black guy.
"ID! Last Name! CDC number! not rocket surgery guys" he laughed at his own joke. prick. the black guy complied " now throw your clothes in the blue bin next to me. Now open your mouth, tounge up, streach your lips, ears, lift your nut sack, pull back your foreskin, now turn around, sqat and cough 3 times loudly." the black guy followed orders. " Now grab a jumpsuit and slippers here." He picked up a red-colored paper jumpsuit and a pair of psudo-shoes. the next guy went, same routine, he messed up something and was be-littled, everyone laughd at the gaurds joke this time. Who picks the job of looking at naked men all day, and making hem squat and cough? Kinda weird if you ask me. Bright side...i'll never be able to moon an officer after this without it being a felony.
My turn. I hand him my ID, "Martin, V-48255" i say proudly.
"clothes in bin" he orders, i comply "Mouth, tounge up, lips, ears, lift your nut sack, ..." i got no foreskin so we skip that step the cold is giving me a half chub, why the pause? what the fuck is he staring at?
"You wanna take a picture?" not a good time to be a smartass, why J?
"Turn around and cough loudly 3 times" i deliver "one more time Mr. Martin" the hell? i obey. He mumbles some set of numbers into his radio.
"step outside Mr. Martin" this cant be good... another male gaurd takes over for him and He escorts me ass fucking naked to another room.
"i need to inspect you futher." You fucker! dont lie, just say you wanna closer look at my ass because it makes you tingle in you no-no spot FUCKFACE!
"Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles" i listen, nothing i can do anyway. Another gaurd is in the room too. I know this is just an attitude adjustmen, nothing more. I hear the snap of his Gloves. Fuck! Seriously douchebag? His hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them. He looks, and looks, then a finger begins to enter my asshole, i tense up, not used to this, nerver will be.
"Relax" he says
"Easy for you to say" what the fuck is wrong with my mouth today? the other guard laughs. My wanna be protologist advances deeper into my hole, searching, probing. No! not now! My fucking Dick hates me i swear. I feel blood rush into my cock. great.
"OK, he's clean" the other officer says, somewhat in my defense.
"I dont like the look of it" Said Dr. Douchebag I wanna inspect further" shit...
"Hes good!" the other officer said firmly, my hero "clean up and go back to the holding tank." i listen. i walk back to the tank ass naked with a half-boner.(good thing it hangs down still) eneryone watching me. I try not to walk funny even though it feels like im gonna shit on myself. I grab a paper suit and dress quickly. Im too pissed to be embarassed really. Fuck that asshole. i hope he gets stabbed by a lifer one of these days.
More waiting, guess i shoulda kept my mouth shut. Lesson learned.
"Ok ladies, lets move." the white one said
"Single file line Nuts-to-butts! Move it!" the Mexican guards yelled. we all lined up...nuts to butts. the guy behind me took that command a little more serious than i believe he was supposed to.
"No talking! Stay in a straight line!Follow all instructions, and we wont have any problems. Follow officer Santos. Rolling!" we walked outside. the sting of the freezing air was cancelled out by the fresh non-ass smelling air inside the building. Stars, wind, clouds, things i had never appreciated before. I tried to look at all these things without fallinf out of formation. didnt want any problems. Now i was getting cold. We walked to damn near the other side of the prison to R&R (reciving and release). Where they put us in a holding tank. I wait. Finally a gaurd comes, nevermind. theyre just passing out sack lunches. Fucking peanut butter and jelly. i swear to God and all his angels both in Heaven and Hell, once free, i will never eat PB&J or Bolongna ever again...EVER! But, i dont know when the next meal is so i'd better break it down and eat like a good little inmate. Whatever kills the time in this cold huge ass cement paradise. Another Gaurd.
"Alright listen up. Heres what you're gonna do. undress, line up, when its your turn, hand me your ID, say your last name followed by your CDC number. Then follow the instructions i give you. Everyone understand?" we all say Yes sir.
"Ok, strip out" we all start undressing. this is humiliating, but what can you do. And sorry, its not sexy at all. An older gentleman with gray pubes and balls that look exactly like the ones haning from the back of my friends F-350. Only half of us are in good shape. and if it didnt smell like ass in here before, it sure does now. We line up, not nuts to butts, for great reason. The first guys goes, hands his ID and stares at the Guard.
"Alright evreyone, we got the first winner who cant follow insrtuctions, Tu hables Ingles?" he talked down to the inmate...who was actually a black guy.
"ID! Last Name! CDC number! not rocket surgery guys" he laughed at his own joke. prick. the black guy complied " now throw your clothes in the blue bin next to me. Now open your mouth, tounge up, streach your lips, ears, lift your nut sack, pull back your foreskin, now turn around, sqat and cough 3 times loudly." the black guy followed orders. " Now grab a jumpsuit and slippers here." He picked up a red-colored paper jumpsuit and a pair of psudo-shoes. the next guy went, same routine, he messed up something and was be-littled, everyone laughd at the gaurds joke this time. Who picks the job of looking at naked men all day, and making hem squat and cough? Kinda weird if you ask me. Bright side...i'll never be able to moon an officer after this without it being a felony.
My turn. I hand him my ID, "Martin, V-48255" i say proudly.
"clothes in bin" he orders, i comply "Mouth, tounge up, lips, ears, lift your nut sack, ..." i got no foreskin so we skip that step the cold is giving me a half chub, why the pause? what the fuck is he staring at?
"You wanna take a picture?" not a good time to be a smartass, why J?
"Turn around and cough loudly 3 times" i deliver "one more time Mr. Martin" the hell? i obey. He mumbles some set of numbers into his radio.
"step outside Mr. Martin" this cant be good... another male gaurd takes over for him and He escorts me ass fucking naked to another room.
"i need to inspect you futher." You fucker! dont lie, just say you wanna closer look at my ass because it makes you tingle in you no-no spot FUCKFACE!
"Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles" i listen, nothing i can do anyway. Another gaurd is in the room too. I know this is just an attitude adjustmen, nothing more. I hear the snap of his Gloves. Fuck! Seriously douchebag? His hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them. He looks, and looks, then a finger begins to enter my asshole, i tense up, not used to this, nerver will be.
"Relax" he says
"Easy for you to say" what the fuck is wrong with my mouth today? the other guard laughs. My wanna be protologist advances deeper into my hole, searching, probing. No! not now! My fucking Dick hates me i swear. I feel blood rush into my cock. great.
"OK, he's clean" the other officer says, somewhat in my defense.
"I dont like the look of it" Said Dr. Douchebag I wanna inspect further" shit...
"Hes good!" the other officer said firmly, my hero "clean up and go back to the holding tank." i listen. i walk back to the tank ass naked with a half-boner.(good thing it hangs down still) eneryone watching me. I try not to walk funny even though it feels like im gonna shit on myself. I grab a paper suit and dress quickly. Im too pissed to be embarassed really. Fuck that asshole. i hope he gets stabbed by a lifer one of these days.
More waiting, guess i shoulda kept my mouth shut. Lesson learned.
Im so tired and cold. I want to leave, this holding tank is driving me insane. Oh and thanks for the warm paper suit California. Suck my dick Governator! Fianally a gaurd
"Alright, line up in the order i say your name." Yes, we're leaving. wait wait. "Martin!" sweet. all of us in line he opens the cell door and we we walk to the door of R&R. Two chairs and lots of chains await up. Along with some gaurds in all black uniforms. Must be transport uniforms. They takes us two by two and have us on the chairs on our knees cuffing our hands and feet, and then we walk(try to walk) to the door. A bus awaits up. I havent heard an engine since the last bus that brought me here. Ahh the smell of diesel.
"Get on, sit in the first seat available, and absolutly no talking." A woman gaurd said, she was kinda cute, although it has been a while, and i though Ayisha was pretty too, soo im not the best judge right now. The bus is smaller, nice though. Big Windows, heat, feels great. Theres about 20 of us on this bus. Its quite. only the shoud of the engine and our chains clainking. Im next to a Mexican kid. cant be any older that 18...what the fuck is he doing here. He looks like he should be in middle school. He must be a gang member, caught up in the lifestyle and got into trouble. Id ask, but my sore asshole reminds me to keep my fucking mouth shut. The Gaurd talks.
"We have a bit of a ride ahead of us, we're easy going, we'll get some music playing as soon as we leave prison grounds, we're taking the route with scenery, and the cabin has been pressureized for your comfort" dont know if we're allowed to laugh. "All that can change for one small reason...No fucking talking!" wow, theyre serious about this no talking crap. the driver takes his seat, the woman sits co-pilot, and a gaurd enters the rear armed with a shot-gun, cool. Nothing like the smell of Diesel and a shot-gun to make you feel all manly inside...or red-neck, whatever. It feels good to be leaving this place. On to somewhere new. Maybe even to Flaco. I cant get that dream out of my head. So real... I guess its the only way I'll see him for now. but who knows, maybe that will all change real soon.
"~On the Road again, I just cant wait to get on the road again.." really? thats the song that comes on, i smile cuz its funny. the kid next to me shakes his head. He looks angry, probably want to hear somthing with the words 'Bitch, Nigga, and busta cap' in it. I dont mind it, better than complete silnce. We're actually on a real street now. Its just about to be sunrise. the sky is turning lavender and pink...its beautiful. Havent seen that in a long time. Theres cars on the freeway, people going to work, wearing real clothes filled all sorts of fabrics and colors. Havent seen that in a long time.
The Sun is slowly brightening up the entire sky, nothing is hidden from its warmth. All darkness fades because of its power. Hills turn to fields, fields to homes, homes to Gas stations and fast food drive thrus. Its good to see civilization again. My heart races when i see McDonalds. that shit'll kill me but i want it right now. Man i'd suck a dick for a double quarter pounder with cheese no onion...fuck it i'd even eat the onion.
After a while the freeway fills up. People everywhere. Looking at up, making Eye contact, waving even. They know what we are, but still smile at the bus that reads 'CA DEPT. Of Corrections and Rehabilitation'. The kid next to me is dozing off. Poor little guy is worn out. Probably didnt sleep either last night. although i doubt he was running around his cell coverd in cum, ass naked in front a she-male...
"Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm"
"May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know"
Wow, never heard the lyrics to this song the way im hearing them now. Its... just different. Dont you fucking cry you homo! Hold it together! deep breath Jake.
"And Ive been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
Im fine baby, how are you?
Well I would send them but I know that its just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that"
Okay, im not gonna cry, no way. its just a song Dammit.
"Let me go home
Ive had my run
Baby, Im done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
Ill be home tonight
Im coming back home "
Alright i made it with just watery eyes. Its all good
"ssnnfff" ??? i look over at the kid next to me. his cheeks are wet with tears. His heads down, too short for anyone to see anyway. But i saw and my heart borke into two. He's just a baby. Going through this all alone. Missing his family and friends. So young, and already in prison. thats not right. I hope he learns from this and never comes back. But still its hard not to hurt for him. Its funny how such an inhumane place breeds moments of sheer humanity such as the one im feeling right now.
I should try to relax a little and not think so much. Just enjoy the ride. the sights. the fucking music thats making me cry like a little pussy.
Jr. next to me is fading fast. His head slowly falling to his chest. Each time inturupted but the smooth California freeways... His head finally finds a resting place on my arm. not sure about prison etiquette, but i dont have the heart to nudge him awake. hopefully he's not a drooler. I am wearing paper...
these chains are a pain, litterally, my ankles are sore, i want to stretch, but cant. The chains and Jr. are preventing that. I look down at him only to notice that he must be having a "good" dream. He's got a boner, just great. do i just leave him? i guess so. Wow these paper suits leave nothing to the imagination. I gotta look, its gonna bug me if i dont just take a peak. Well he's paking a pretty good size peice. He is a small guy so maybe its just because of comparison to the rest of him. Uncut. fucking hairy though. Oh well. I guess its ok, so long as only one of us has a hard-on. Wow, my dick isnt betreying me. Whatdya know. Maybe its learning whos in charge. Or its just worn out from last nights dream, and this mornings nightmare.
"Alright, line up in the order i say your name." Yes, we're leaving. wait wait. "Martin!" sweet. all of us in line he opens the cell door and we we walk to the door of R&R. Two chairs and lots of chains await up. Along with some gaurds in all black uniforms. Must be transport uniforms. They takes us two by two and have us on the chairs on our knees cuffing our hands and feet, and then we walk(try to walk) to the door. A bus awaits up. I havent heard an engine since the last bus that brought me here. Ahh the smell of diesel.
"Get on, sit in the first seat available, and absolutly no talking." A woman gaurd said, she was kinda cute, although it has been a while, and i though Ayisha was pretty too, soo im not the best judge right now. The bus is smaller, nice though. Big Windows, heat, feels great. Theres about 20 of us on this bus. Its quite. only the shoud of the engine and our chains clainking. Im next to a Mexican kid. cant be any older that 18...what the fuck is he doing here. He looks like he should be in middle school. He must be a gang member, caught up in the lifestyle and got into trouble. Id ask, but my sore asshole reminds me to keep my fucking mouth shut. The Gaurd talks.
"We have a bit of a ride ahead of us, we're easy going, we'll get some music playing as soon as we leave prison grounds, we're taking the route with scenery, and the cabin has been pressureized for your comfort" dont know if we're allowed to laugh. "All that can change for one small reason...No fucking talking!" wow, theyre serious about this no talking crap. the driver takes his seat, the woman sits co-pilot, and a gaurd enters the rear armed with a shot-gun, cool. Nothing like the smell of Diesel and a shot-gun to make you feel all manly inside...or red-neck, whatever. It feels good to be leaving this place. On to somewhere new. Maybe even to Flaco. I cant get that dream out of my head. So real... I guess its the only way I'll see him for now. but who knows, maybe that will all change real soon.
"~On the Road again, I just cant wait to get on the road again.." really? thats the song that comes on, i smile cuz its funny. the kid next to me shakes his head. He looks angry, probably want to hear somthing with the words 'Bitch, Nigga, and busta cap' in it. I dont mind it, better than complete silnce. We're actually on a real street now. Its just about to be sunrise. the sky is turning lavender and pink...its beautiful. Havent seen that in a long time. Theres cars on the freeway, people going to work, wearing real clothes filled all sorts of fabrics and colors. Havent seen that in a long time.
The Sun is slowly brightening up the entire sky, nothing is hidden from its warmth. All darkness fades because of its power. Hills turn to fields, fields to homes, homes to Gas stations and fast food drive thrus. Its good to see civilization again. My heart races when i see McDonalds. that shit'll kill me but i want it right now. Man i'd suck a dick for a double quarter pounder with cheese no onion...fuck it i'd even eat the onion.
After a while the freeway fills up. People everywhere. Looking at up, making Eye contact, waving even. They know what we are, but still smile at the bus that reads 'CA DEPT. Of Corrections and Rehabilitation'. The kid next to me is dozing off. Poor little guy is worn out. Probably didnt sleep either last night. although i doubt he was running around his cell coverd in cum, ass naked in front a she-male...
"Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm"
"May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know"
Wow, never heard the lyrics to this song the way im hearing them now. Its... just different. Dont you fucking cry you homo! Hold it together! deep breath Jake.
"And Ive been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
Im fine baby, how are you?
Well I would send them but I know that its just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that"
Okay, im not gonna cry, no way. its just a song Dammit.
"Let me go home
Ive had my run
Baby, Im done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
Ill be home tonight
Im coming back home "
Alright i made it with just watery eyes. Its all good
"ssnnfff" ??? i look over at the kid next to me. his cheeks are wet with tears. His heads down, too short for anyone to see anyway. But i saw and my heart borke into two. He's just a baby. Going through this all alone. Missing his family and friends. So young, and already in prison. thats not right. I hope he learns from this and never comes back. But still its hard not to hurt for him. Its funny how such an inhumane place breeds moments of sheer humanity such as the one im feeling right now.
I should try to relax a little and not think so much. Just enjoy the ride. the sights. the fucking music thats making me cry like a little pussy.
Jr. next to me is fading fast. His head slowly falling to his chest. Each time inturupted but the smooth California freeways... His head finally finds a resting place on my arm. not sure about prison etiquette, but i dont have the heart to nudge him awake. hopefully he's not a drooler. I am wearing paper...
these chains are a pain, litterally, my ankles are sore, i want to stretch, but cant. The chains and Jr. are preventing that. I look down at him only to notice that he must be having a "good" dream. He's got a boner, just great. do i just leave him? i guess so. Wow these paper suits leave nothing to the imagination. I gotta look, its gonna bug me if i dont just take a peak. Well he's paking a pretty good size peice. He is a small guy so maybe its just because of comparison to the rest of him. Uncut. fucking hairy though. Oh well. I guess its ok, so long as only one of us has a hard-on. Wow, my dick isnt betreying me. Whatdya know. Maybe its learning whos in charge. Or its just worn out from last nights dream, and this mornings nightmare.
Im so tired, but im so gratefull to see life in action that i cant close my eyes. cant say the same for Small Fry next to me, still out cold. still hard as a rock. Ahh to be 18 again... Wait. i think they're gonna take us down PCH.... no way, thats sweet! I'm gonna see ocean! Ah i miss the beach. Fuck i cant wait to go to a bon fire again. Warm up next to a fire with a hottie, beer in one hand, ass cheek in the other, smoking a fat... cigarette...yeah that. Skinny Dipping. HAHA! I remember this one time my bros and i were out smoking and Erik (yeah the gay-ish one) suggested we all go skinny dipping. Good idea, when its hot and there are girls joining you. not the best idea when its all guys and its cold. But the challenge of facing the cold water was enough for most of us to brave the ice water. bare assed and cold we all ran to the water, some flopping, others not so much(hey it was cold) we had no idea how cold it was about to get. I hit the water and my nuts joined my bladder inside the warm safety of my abdomen. My heart stopped for 3 seconds before i screamed and it beat again. we all we're jumping around trying to create heat, nothing doing. it was too damn cold. You guessed it, my dick got hard. Always Richard, why? Which Erik immediatly took notice and pointed it out to everyone. They laughed and pointed. I was the envy of the group. Biggest cock in our circle. So it was nothing new to be ragged on about the size of my dong. I got used to it. I was frequently pantsed in front of girls, had my towel pulled of while i was changing at the beach. nothing new. Usually by Eriks doing of course. But this night he stares for a while, im not usually all the way hard, only half, so he takes advantage of hte moment.
My train of thought is inturupted by Jr next to me. His hands move to his cock. Dont do it buddy. It'll get messy in the end... He scratches and ajusts his dick. thats all... good.
Where was I? Oh well, we're getting closer to the beach, i cant wait to see it. The road curves and before i know it im looking at waves. High tide it looks like. Surfers out sitting on boards. Joggers running in the sand. I think i can even smell the salt water in the air. Its amazing. One day J, you'll be back there. I should wake up Jr. so he doesnt miss this. We hit a bump and the job is done for me. He stirrs and sees where we are and his eyes are locked on the water, matter of fact...all of us are looking right at the water. Its beautiful, clean, filled with life. Not able to be chained down or thrown into a cell. The very orgin of life itself.
After the beach we head back to more farmtown. Cows, hills, mountains, nature...minus the freeway and cars. A lady in a car next to us waves enthusiastically at us. Jr smiles. She's kinda hot i must admit. College girl, white, brunette, looks like she belongs in a Girls Gone Wild Commerci- Oh Shit, She's flashing us, HAHA! thats classic. Never gets old. Wow nice tits! Still quiet but the guys who notice are glued. Shes in the back seat of a car. She continues to shake and giggle at us. Jr.'s got a boner, so young, so easily turned on- Fuck no way! She lifts one of her tits and starts licking her own nipple! I cant resist that. My cock begins to wake up. She rubbs and licks and my dick responds. That dirty little whore. Mommy and Daddy's college money at work. God Bless America. She lowers her shirt i see Jr.'s heart break into a billion peices. She blows a kiss at us. Jr waves, he's in love. Dont worry kid, you'll have plenty of time for that when you get out. I look down at my junk laying down my thigh. See thru paper jump suit. a wet spot from pre-cum. great. Jr is still looking out of the window, hopefull. His dick pointing up to the sky. He realizes its high noon and tried to shift it, no luck. 18 year old hard-on never obeys. Just does what it wants, when it wants. Poor guy, i'll turn around so he doesnt get embaressed.
2 hours later
We exit the freeway. Thank God. cow town. Farmville. Barstow? maybe. It doesnt matter. We're close to standing up and walking and... maybe Flaco.
A sign reads " Salinas Valley State Prison" We're here! Salinas Valley!?! Where the Fuck is that? We drive on and get a visual of the place. Pretty ugly. Not that there are nice looking prisons. Paved Paradise. We pull into R&R and come to a stop.
"Okay Gentlemen remain seated until instruced by me to exit the bus." the female officer said. I has butterflies now. fear. nerves. anticipation. We unload into the warmth of the day, right into R&R, back to yet another holding cell...
"Welcome to Salinas Valley. Now undress, place your suits in the orange bin and get in line." Orders a tall fat C.O. (correctional officer) great, this again. Jr. is in front of me. Looks like he works out too. Although i probably was pretty cut when i was 18. Before the keg entered my life. He has a chick ass too! im not alone... Dude after dude tugging on balls, peeling back foreskin, squatting and coughing. Jr goes. When he turns he sees me, looks me in the eyes while he squats and coughs, odd, trying to remain tough in the most vulnerable situation i guess. I go next. Same ol same ol, i decide to keep my big mouth shut this time. Im handed a white jump suit and i a lunch sack. I dress and sit down to eat. Please dont be mystery Bologna... Salami! fuck yeah! Today...We feast! This IS SPARTA!!! i quiet myself down on the inside. Jr is sitting next to me.
"I'll trade you." he holds up a packet of PB&J...strawberry..tempting, but its Salami!
"I'll throw in my Doritos Too" this kid knows how to barter
"Deal" poor guy, mostly outta pitty i trade. he even sounds like a little kid
"My names J" i offer up
"they call my Youngster" he continued to build his sandwhich
"Why?" my attempt at humor. He looked at me and shook his head while trying to hide a tiny smile.
We finish eating and a guard comes to talk to us.
"Okay listen up, when i call your name come with me."
He calls the 1st guy and they go off together, they return quickly. One after another, go and return.
"Martin" i stand and exit the holding cell. we walk to a computer and a camera, ahh ID photos.
"Stand on the mark, look at the Camera" i step, look up and smile. Wait no!
*FLASH*
too late. what was i thinking
"Nice" the C.O. smirks. he takes me back to the holding tank. we wait. i eat my 2nd bag of doritos, love these damn things. I offer some to Youngster. He cant resist, what kid could. now i feel bad for taking his chips in the 1st place.
"Alright Guys, listen for you name, come out, grab your property, and get in the van." this is it
"Morales, Walker, Collins, and Cortes. You're going to A-4" Youngster stood up and left, he looked at me and flashed a peace sign. they left. and old mexican guy broke the ice.
"Thoses is some bad mother fuckers right threr boy" he smiled. i didnt understand. good thing another mexican spoke up
"why you say that?"
"Cuz A yard is the Lifer yard" he nodded. "those dudes got some serious time ahead of em, shit. I been here before, this place is fucked up. Shoulda stayed at reception." what did he mean, Youngster cant be a lifer. hes...a youngster!
"this is the asshole of CDC" a white guy chimed in "A yards the worst, no program, no canteen, no yard. Fucked up level 4 yard"
well thats good. my papers said i wa a level 2, so i should be fine
"B yard is nice. Level 2 and 3 yard. Good program." said the old mexican guy. thats good. thats where im headed. maybe flaceos there, he's level 3...
Slowly the tank emptied out. I was alone. the gaurd came and called my name. i picked up my bag and he said
"you're going to a gym" ok, whatever that means. must be like a dorm or something. we get into the van. just me and the gaurds. go for a bit of a ride, hit a corner and stop. They let me out and walk me to the gate.
"A-yard control, 1014 walking" he said into his radio. the gate opened. We walked and the whole yard was empty. dirt and grass, deserted. Basket ball courts empty. i notice the buildings. A-5, A-4,A-3... this is a mistake. We stop at a door. I look up. It says in Big Letters "A-GYM" shit!
The Gaurd bangs on the door. in a minute it opens, more gaurds. We enter the Gym. Fuck Me...
My train of thought is inturupted by Jr next to me. His hands move to his cock. Dont do it buddy. It'll get messy in the end... He scratches and ajusts his dick. thats all... good.
Where was I? Oh well, we're getting closer to the beach, i cant wait to see it. The road curves and before i know it im looking at waves. High tide it looks like. Surfers out sitting on boards. Joggers running in the sand. I think i can even smell the salt water in the air. Its amazing. One day J, you'll be back there. I should wake up Jr. so he doesnt miss this. We hit a bump and the job is done for me. He stirrs and sees where we are and his eyes are locked on the water, matter of fact...all of us are looking right at the water. Its beautiful, clean, filled with life. Not able to be chained down or thrown into a cell. The very orgin of life itself.
After the beach we head back to more farmtown. Cows, hills, mountains, nature...minus the freeway and cars. A lady in a car next to us waves enthusiastically at us. Jr smiles. She's kinda hot i must admit. College girl, white, brunette, looks like she belongs in a Girls Gone Wild Commerci- Oh Shit, She's flashing us, HAHA! thats classic. Never gets old. Wow nice tits! Still quiet but the guys who notice are glued. Shes in the back seat of a car. She continues to shake and giggle at us. Jr.'s got a boner, so young, so easily turned on- Fuck no way! She lifts one of her tits and starts licking her own nipple! I cant resist that. My cock begins to wake up. She rubbs and licks and my dick responds. That dirty little whore. Mommy and Daddy's college money at work. God Bless America. She lowers her shirt i see Jr.'s heart break into a billion peices. She blows a kiss at us. Jr waves, he's in love. Dont worry kid, you'll have plenty of time for that when you get out. I look down at my junk laying down my thigh. See thru paper jump suit. a wet spot from pre-cum. great. Jr is still looking out of the window, hopefull. His dick pointing up to the sky. He realizes its high noon and tried to shift it, no luck. 18 year old hard-on never obeys. Just does what it wants, when it wants. Poor guy, i'll turn around so he doesnt get embaressed.
2 hours later
We exit the freeway. Thank God. cow town. Farmville. Barstow? maybe. It doesnt matter. We're close to standing up and walking and... maybe Flaco.
A sign reads " Salinas Valley State Prison" We're here! Salinas Valley!?! Where the Fuck is that? We drive on and get a visual of the place. Pretty ugly. Not that there are nice looking prisons. Paved Paradise. We pull into R&R and come to a stop.
"Okay Gentlemen remain seated until instruced by me to exit the bus." the female officer said. I has butterflies now. fear. nerves. anticipation. We unload into the warmth of the day, right into R&R, back to yet another holding cell...
"Welcome to Salinas Valley. Now undress, place your suits in the orange bin and get in line." Orders a tall fat C.O. (correctional officer) great, this again. Jr. is in front of me. Looks like he works out too. Although i probably was pretty cut when i was 18. Before the keg entered my life. He has a chick ass too! im not alone... Dude after dude tugging on balls, peeling back foreskin, squatting and coughing. Jr goes. When he turns he sees me, looks me in the eyes while he squats and coughs, odd, trying to remain tough in the most vulnerable situation i guess. I go next. Same ol same ol, i decide to keep my big mouth shut this time. Im handed a white jump suit and i a lunch sack. I dress and sit down to eat. Please dont be mystery Bologna... Salami! fuck yeah! Today...We feast! This IS SPARTA!!! i quiet myself down on the inside. Jr is sitting next to me.
"I'll trade you." he holds up a packet of PB&J...strawberry..tempting, but its Salami!
"I'll throw in my Doritos Too" this kid knows how to barter
"Deal" poor guy, mostly outta pitty i trade. he even sounds like a little kid
"My names J" i offer up
"they call my Youngster" he continued to build his sandwhich
"Why?" my attempt at humor. He looked at me and shook his head while trying to hide a tiny smile.
We finish eating and a guard comes to talk to us.
"Okay listen up, when i call your name come with me."
He calls the 1st guy and they go off together, they return quickly. One after another, go and return.
"Martin" i stand and exit the holding cell. we walk to a computer and a camera, ahh ID photos.
"Stand on the mark, look at the Camera" i step, look up and smile. Wait no!
*FLASH*
too late. what was i thinking
"Nice" the C.O. smirks. he takes me back to the holding tank. we wait. i eat my 2nd bag of doritos, love these damn things. I offer some to Youngster. He cant resist, what kid could. now i feel bad for taking his chips in the 1st place.
"Alright Guys, listen for you name, come out, grab your property, and get in the van." this is it
"Morales, Walker, Collins, and Cortes. You're going to A-4" Youngster stood up and left, he looked at me and flashed a peace sign. they left. and old mexican guy broke the ice.
"Thoses is some bad mother fuckers right threr boy" he smiled. i didnt understand. good thing another mexican spoke up
"why you say that?"
"Cuz A yard is the Lifer yard" he nodded. "those dudes got some serious time ahead of em, shit. I been here before, this place is fucked up. Shoulda stayed at reception." what did he mean, Youngster cant be a lifer. hes...a youngster!
"this is the asshole of CDC" a white guy chimed in "A yards the worst, no program, no canteen, no yard. Fucked up level 4 yard"
well thats good. my papers said i wa a level 2, so i should be fine
"B yard is nice. Level 2 and 3 yard. Good program." said the old mexican guy. thats good. thats where im headed. maybe flaceos there, he's level 3...
Slowly the tank emptied out. I was alone. the gaurd came and called my name. i picked up my bag and he said
"you're going to a gym" ok, whatever that means. must be like a dorm or something. we get into the van. just me and the gaurds. go for a bit of a ride, hit a corner and stop. They let me out and walk me to the gate.
"A-yard control, 1014 walking" he said into his radio. the gate opened. We walked and the whole yard was empty. dirt and grass, deserted. Basket ball courts empty. i notice the buildings. A-5, A-4,A-3... this is a mistake. We stop at a door. I look up. It says in Big Letters "A-GYM" shit!
The Gaurd bangs on the door. in a minute it opens, more gaurds. We enter the Gym. Fuck Me...
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FIRST thought more than a year since last installment (forgot posts go "at bottom" and thre were multiple pages) Thought cturtle was "doing more research" cause MUCH sounds plausible (other than prison showers these days VERY individual, "full dress" required TO and FROM the shower, only public "shirtlessness" allowed is in exercise yard and then only when playing basketball. Other shirtless/uncover can be write-up for "indecent exposure" -- all much aimed at complying with PREA [Prison Rape Elimination Act of 2003 - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia ]
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A "Gym" is a Gym turned into a large cell fitting a hella lot of men due to cover crowding in the prisions.. Normally 3 beds on top of eachother...this is the worst place to be since you have not only your whites,latinos,ad blacks all in one room but you gangs also and only a few CO's to held any problems that might take place. It's like a freaking warehouse men stacked on top of men with nothing to do.thank you t.v for teaching me that one
