Tyler is happily engaged when his life takes a turn. After a couple bad decisions, he ends up in California State's Prison. Surrounded by bad boys, hot guards, and a lot of testosterones, is Tyler going to manage to keep himself out of troubles? (Erotic Drama).
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Chapter 9: Heatwave
This month of June was particularly hot.
There was no air conditioning in the prison and pretty much all of the inmates were shirtless at all times, some even wandering around in just their boxer briefs. Fernando was barely bothering with any type of clothing whatsoever.
The cold showers became a blessing and the guards were not too difficult about allowing us to take a shower outside of the mandatory hours. We desperately needed them; the smell of heated moisty guys was everywhere.
The guards themselves were sweating a lot under their uniforms, forming wet halos below their armpits. I could see Foster's nipples poking through. He was definitely a cutie. What the hell was he doing in this prison? Could he not find a modelling job or something? I feared that in ten years, he would turn into Falcon.
My work at the laundry consisted more or less of throwing drenched wet clothes into the washing machines, sometimes the sweat being mixed with some cum. Now that Frenchie did not make me sniff them anymore, I almost regretted the time I was forced to play with the dirty underwear. Of course, I could not do anything in front of Kurtis.
Despite the heat, my new co-worker and favourite hunk of the facility had insisted that we kept on working-out. He had taken his mission of getting me in shape very seriously and to be frank, I had not expected that.
That day, Kurtis was waiting for me, already shirtless and bare foot, only wearing a tight short near a press machine. All ready to train me, I was pretty sure that he was going commando. When he turned around, I could see his sweaty ass glued to his white shorts and on the front, he had a very visible penis line. Yummy.
He was drinking water from a bottle and was spreading some on his face and abs when I came in. He had been training before and he seemed exhausted, but he smiled when he saw me. We had started to bond in the last few days.
As much as I hated going to the gym, seeing Kurtis in that state was objectively an excellent source of motivation.
"Here's my star athlete!" He said, grinning at me.
"Oh, shut up. I should be rewarded just for showing up in this heat!" I complained.
"Rewarded, how?"
I felt a weird tension in the air. I could take this in so many directions.
"Forget it. What do you have planned for today, except for killing me?"
"Relax, Princess. We'll go slow but we need to stick to a routine. Your body has to get used to training at least three times a week."
"Yeah, I know, the endorphins..."
During our working hours at the laundry, Kurtis had given me some extensive lessons about proteins, endorphins, nutrition and tons of advice on health or performance. I asked him if he was a professional trainer before being locked up in there and he just said no, without getting into any details. I still had no idea what was his life outside of prison.
Although, one thing was for sure, Kurtis knew what he was doing when it came to working out! And at least, this new objective gave me something to think about during the days.
Sometimes, Xander, Ralph and/or Pope would join us in the gym but that time, it was only the two of us. It felt a bit different. We were used to be just us in the basement doing the laundry but when we were working, Kurtis was wearing more clothes. Right there, adjusting the weights, he was barely naked.
Kurtis acted as my spotter as I lied down on the press bench. I soon had the confirmation he was actually going commando as I could see his meaty dick hanging below his shorts, just above me. I felt something falling on my forehead. Pearls of sweat coming from Kurtis' thighs. I almost said thank you.
"Come on man, I reduced the weight compared to last time, you can do 10 reps!" He said, pulling me away from my day dreaming.
Everything was hurting but I pushed myself. I had a good reason to stay on that bench, as long as Kurtis was above me, I could find the strength to keep pushing.
I had also come to learn that the pain could feel good. I had told many times to patients to exercise more and I was finally listening to my own advice. Training was a nice distraction from what was going on in my brain.
The day before, Griffin had come to see me again, but this time, he was with Austin. That messed things up for me. Griffin seemed a bit distant and frankly, I almost exclusively talked with Austin, catching up on his life. I was too happy to have my best friend from college back in my life. I regretted the way I had behaved; it was not cool for Griffin. I knew that I had stared at Austin's biceps the whole time.
How could I not? It was already super warm outside and the College stud who had turned into an actual Hunk of a Man was wearing the tightest tank top. Sure, I was done thinking of Austin as a potential boyfriend but God Damn it, the man was a perfect 10.
I was feeling guilty since I got out of the parlour. Griffin had accepted to wait for me as I was locked-up in prison, basically because I had fucked another guy, and when he came to see me, I was more interested in chatting with my crush from college than taking the time to connect with him.
I promised myself I would call him to make things up.
I felt several drops of sweat falling on me. I got some on my upper lips. This time, the drops were undoubtfully coming directly from Kurtis' dick and big balls. He realized.
"Fuck, sorry man."
"That's cool." I said trying to sound casual, his sweat (or precum? One can dream...) in my mouth.
"Let's move to the legs."
"By legs, you mean my ass I presume?" I said, sitting on the press bench.
"Stop complaining and let's do those squats!"
Kurtis believed that working out the legs / thighs / glutes was as important, if not more, as working the upper body. I guess this is fair but the man literally seemed obsessed with my ass. We would do squats at every single session and every time, it felt like he was checking me out.
I figured it was just my imagination, but we were at our fifth session now and I was starting to have my doubts on Kurtis' intentions with me. I caught up on some things.
For instance, when we would hang out with the other inmates, and when the discussion would end up revolving around sex (which was literally the case for every single conversation), Kurtis was very neutral on the pronouns used. As a closeted gay male, I was myself too familiar with this practice not to notice:
"Look bro, when you find the right person, you just know it." The right person, I noted, not the right woman.
"At this point, when I'll get out of here and have sex, this is going to be epic!" With whom? He did not say.
"My favourite thing is sloppy blowjobs." Again, was he the receiver or could he be the giver? I wondered.
Kurtis was not the type to talk much so I could totally have made all this fantasy up in my head, I basically knew nothing about him, but still. Once again, he wanted me to squat and he wanted to supervise my moves very closely.
I remembered something he told me the first time we worked out together, Xander and Pope were there.
"Damn, your ass is great Ty, a lot to work with!" Kurtis had said, seemingly excited.
"Cut it off, I know I have a big ass."
"I'm serious. To gain some muscle and have nice glutes, you have to start with something, and you definitely have some."
Xander had intervened:
"Damn, Kurtis, just kiss his ass already at this point!"
And we all laughed.
