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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My First Year in Prison
Chapter 11: One fucking hot summer!
"What the fuck were you up to with those white supremacist shitheads?"
Kurtis was mad at me; he had just found out that I had been part of Big Pepe's "punishment" alongside Romano and his crew. Frenchy (such a prick!) had made sure that the whole district 2 would know about my involvement in this.
"I did not have a choice, Kurt."
"Bullshit. We always have the choice."
Seeing him so disappointed in me was heart breaking.
"I know but... Look, this was just a crazy timing. I was at the library and..."
"What were you doing there anyway? You know that's their territory. Why did you have to put yourself at risk?"
He slammed the table; I jumped a little.
"I just... Damn, Kurtis! I just wanted to go to the library for once! I did not think it through. And I know that I have to take accountability, but seriously, Bianchi came at me and he... well, he just made me go downstairs. Besides fighting with him, I had no other option. Big Pepe was already down there, they told me he had agreed to his punishment..."
"For Fuck's sake Tyler, of course he agreed! Pepe is a stand out guy, he would never let his people take a hit in his place!"
I was getting annoyed too at this point.
"Well, sorry, I'm not that brave, ok! I'm a coward! I was scared... and..."
"Horny?"
"Well maybe!" I snapped.
Kurtis sighed. I felt myself blushing. Did I just admit that I got aroused by the situation? Seeing Big Pepe getting roughly fucked by Romano?
"I really thought you were not this kind of guys." Kurtis marked a pause. Was he referring to my sexuality? He did specify: "I mean, taking part in those prison sick power struggles. You seemed better than that."
His dismay hurt the most. I could not help myself from tearing up, even though Kurtis was not one to respect this sort of display of emotion.
"I don't know what else I can say, I was just fucking scared, ok. It's my first time in prison, I had never..."
"Oh please, Tyler, everything but not that! You've been there too long to play the innocent card. And what does this suppose mean? You think you better than us? You think it's just in my blood, in Xander's blood, we just love to fight and do illegal stuff but you're too good for this prison's bullshit?"
Shit, this was going worse and worse.
"No! Of course, I don't think that, Kurtis. Believe me, I used to think that I was the good guy but I'm not delusional, I know I'm not a victim here. Hell, I deserve to be in this prison! I have made some stupid mistakes. And you can trust me, I don't feel superior to you, at all. In most ways, I think you're too good for me."
He was a bit taken aback by this last comment and he calmed down.
I did not intend to say something so personal, but in the heat of the moment, I did not really control the words coming out of my mouth, neither the tears which were now coming from my eyes.
"Fernando is freaking pissed... You know Big Pepe is his friend." Kurtis said after a few seconds of silence.
"I know... I had no idea that Romano and Bianchi were taking things that far. I did not want to be involved in any of this mess. Trust me. Kurtis, I... I'm shitting my pants right now."
"I'm not going to hit you." He said with a faint smile. "I'm mad at you, sure, but I'm still on your side."
"I'm not scared of you, Jensen!" I replied, almost bursting out laughing at the strange thought of Kurtis hitting me.
He could play tough but I knew Kurtis would never hurt me.
"Oh." He replied, feeling stupid about the confusion.
"It's Bianchi, he told me that I was part of their gang now, and I'm worried what that may mean. And the Latinos, they have all right to come after me at this point."
Kurtis straightened up.
"No one is going to come after you, Braxton, I'll make sure of that. You made a mistake and we'll explain that to Fernando. He's pretty mad but he knows you, he knows how stupid you can be and how you may have actually ended up in this sex dungeon by mistake!"
He gave me an encourage smile and held my shoulders.
"If you say so..." I awkwardly said.
"We'll make sure Big Pepe and everyone else understand. They were more than 30 guys involved and the Latinos have no interest in trying to get back at every single one of them. You were right in saying that Pepe had agreed to the punishment. In the end, your cum or anyone else's, I'm not sure it makes much difference, he would have been painted white anyway!"
This time, Kurtis largely smiled, trying to make light of this insane situation. I put my head in my hands.
"Oh fuck, I'm so not cut off for prison. Ain't I?"
Kurtis grinned.
"You're not. But a fight with an inmate and a gangbang in your first couple of months, you are certainly getting there."
He held me in his arms, that was a first. As always, he was shirtless and I was wearing my sweaty tank top. I know that I had promised myself to keep my distance with Kurtis for the sake of Griffin but I could not refuse his embrace. I was so grateful for him being there. I had my head resting against his muscular pecs, I felt safe.
"What do I do now?"
"You just keep a low profile, you do your work here with me, we train together, rest of the time, you're with Ralph, Xander and Fernando in your cell. No one is going to touch you and, in a few weeks, everyone will have move on to another traffic, fight, or gangbang..."
"Thanks Kurtis... I..."
I moved back from his embrace, feeling all kind of ways. I was fully crying at this point.
"This is a lot for me and I... Just, thank you for being here." I managed to mumble eventually.
He seemed moved too but he did not add a word, he turned around and went back to the laundry basket.
I think that this conversation was the moment when I really started to catch feelings for this man, but it was only the beginning of our journey.
In the next couple of weeks and as instructed by Kurtis, I tried to remain as invisible as possible. The goal was to avoid being approached by and associated with Romano's crew without not being too obvious about rejecting them. I just had to walk this very fine line.
Fernando was virtually no longer talking to me but Xander and Ralph had assured me that even Fernando would protect me, if necessary. I still had a nice view of his hairy ass and big dick every night before falling asleep. At least, there was that.
It turned out that Glenn was suffering way more than I was of the consequences from being involved in Big Pepe's punishment. He did not own up to it at first which made Xander and Fernando seriously doubt him, and later on, he was actively seeking the protection from Romano and sort of officially jumped ship.
From this point on, he was no longer welcomed at our table. As much as I disliked him, I was concerned for Glenn. He was now walking behind Bianchi, in the same submissive way that Kim was walking behind Romano. Neither of them seemed thrilled about it.
Austin came to visit me once again and I just thanked him for the Garuto books, he did not have to know how much this whole thing had screwed with my position and with my safety in the prison. I was just glad to see him, he was tanned and fit as ever.
I will be honest here; Austin's visit gave me plenty of materials to jerk off too during the following nights. I had no idea if he was aware of the effect that he still had on me but if Austin did not want me to picture him naked while I was masturbating, he should have worn something less tight and less revealing!
The muscles and bulge that my college crush was packing were out of this world and nine years later, Austin was definitely still doing it for me.
My best friend Janice also came back, as well as Griffin and Ryan who visited me together. During his latest visit, Griffin told me he was going away for most of the summer. He planned to go hiking in South America and to cut himself off from the world.
Although it hurt a bit, this trip was, as always with Griffin, a smart decision.
Griffin had often expressed the wish to travel alone in some sort of a spiritual retreat and what better time to do so than when his fiancé was locked up in prison? Wasting on this opportunity just to get three hours with me every couple of weeks would be stupid. I was glad actually. I felt guilty enough of what I was putting our relationship through so anything Griffin had to do to cope with that, I was behind.
On the other hand, Ryan would spend his holidays in California with his wife Mallory so they could visit me during the next few weeks. Being both doctors, having twins and expecting a third baby, they had a crazy schedule but they still managed to organize themselves in a way that allow them to make some time for me. I cannot emphasize enough how much I was thankful for that.
Obviously, July and August were warm under the California's sun but the heatwave which occurred early in June that year had passed. Don't get me wrong, it was still one fucking hot summer but we could finally have a walk outside without coming back to our cells drenched in sweat.
I would also like to reassure you my dear reader, most of the inmates kept on living clothe-free in the facilities! We were all men in there, why bother in wearing anything more than a tight boxer brief?
As a result of my strategy to keep myself out of troubles, I was spending most of my time with Xander and Ralph, or with Kurtis. The training sessions were paying off and for the first time in my life, I was sort of proud of the definition of my body. Even Austin had complimented me on that regard during his last visit.
Pope was helping me out too. One time, I got an erection while he was working out his muscular black body next to me. I am certain that he noticed my hard on but he did not say a word.
Overall, my life in prison had turned quite normal except for my occasional visits to the Warden office. I would never know in advance, but from time to time, maybe once every fortnight, Falcon would just come to pick me and I would follow him. I would enter the Warden's office alone, immediately crawl to Deen and service his big cock.
Sometimes I would also take care of his feet, some other times, of his ass. He never fucked me though. He did ask me to show off my ass a few times but he never went for it. Maybe that was his limit? I doubted it. Maybe my ass was not good enough? I doubted that even more!
Life kept going like this for a while until everything went to hell, once again.
It started with a pretty innocent chat.
"You really had an effect of him." Said Xander one evening when it was only the two of us in our cell.
