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 - sequel to My First Year in College).
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My First Year in Prison
Chapter 14: Midnight call
It would take a lot to distract me from a hot young body and a big uncut dick such as Trevor's, but finding out that my drug-dealer ex-boyfriend was standing naked and wet only a few feet away from me, that was sufficient to do the trick.
Freaking Will Torres was locked up in the same prison, same district, than I was! What were the chances?
If my life was a mess before, now it was a full-on shit show.
"There, now you go shower and you just try not to get in trouble." I said hastily to a very naked and quite nervous Trevor.
"Thanks for this advice, very insightful." He said ironically, like the annoyed teenager that he still was.
"Look man, I have welcomed you here very nicely. You have no idea of how lucky you got when I was picked to be your fucking guide, so just learn to show some appreciation." I snapped back, a little more harshly than I wanted.
It was out of character for me but I was very tense and the young Kennedy was getting on my nerves. Ungrateful brat!
"Braxton is mad." Commented Pope on the side with his usual smirk.
Did he hear Pope say my name? I was not sure but either way, Will turned around. Since the last time I had seen him, he had added a few more anime tattoos on his chest. Rest assured; he still had his Christian cross right next to his dick. In a matter of seconds, Will was staring at me while soaping his inner thighs. Shit. What was I supposed to do now?
"I have to go." I said to my cellmates and left abruptly.
I passed by the guys waiting to shower, most of them naked, and bumped into someone. Of course, it was Kurtis. That was definitely my day! My hand brushed his limp fat dick, I got chills... As if I was not already freaking out enough!
Kurtis took a step back.
"Where are you running like that, Ty?" First words we were exchanging in weeks.
"Not your problem."
I regretted instantly talking to him this way. I was nervous, scared, I also did not know where I was going. Kurtis seemed upset but just shrugged his shoulders.
If only the doors of the prison could finally open and let me out of this hell! Sure, this hell was filled with stunning hot guys wandering around naked, but at what cost?
As often, I found refuge in the toilets near the communal showers. I thought of Ray getting his dick sucked in the stall next door to mine that one time. Glenn was so annoying; how did he end up getting in the pants of the hottest guys of the facility? Well, he was stuck with Bianchi now. At least, for the most part... Kurtis was apparently fucking him from time to time.
I did not shower that day and as you can imagine, I was very on edge, going from one place to another, trying to avoid Will but more generally, trying to avoid every inmate. Xander came to check on me.
"What's up, dude? You look like Frenchy when he cannot get his fix."
"I don't know. Just a bad day. I've been locked up in here for more than five months and I'm just so tired of it."
It was not a lie, not really.
"I hear you, my friend. What do you need?"
"I just want to be alone."
Xander seemed disappointed but understood the message. He let me be. After everything which had happened until that point, Will being there felt like the last nail in the coffin. I just could not handle it anymore.
Just like it was silly for Trevor to try to hide from his father, it was silly for me to try to hide from Will forever. After a few hours, I had managed to convince myself I could not avoid him indefinitely. I went to lunch normally and inevitably; I saw him there.
He looked damn good in his "prison outfit", tank top suits certain guys and it definitely suited Will. Even in my agitated state, I could still notice that.
Thankfully, he pretended that he did not recognize me (what a relief!) and went to eat at Romano's table.
Not a good call if you want my opinion but that was his decision and I did not intend to give him guidelines on how to act and who to hang out with in prison. Clearly, Will did not need such tips anyway since he seemed to know Romano and Bianchi already. What a trio, I thought.
I hoped that things would stay like this, that we would just avoid each other. I was starting to think that it would be the case when 48 hours later, Glenn came to see us in the gym.
I was training alongside Ralph, Xander, Pope and Daddy Ray. Trevor had joined us for the first time but he was mostly hiding in the shadow of his father, completely silent. I must admit that the father and son duo training together were quite the eye candy.
"What do you want, Glenn?" Asked Ralph, already pissed to see him.
Things between our group and Glenn had been tense since the Big Pepe's incident and Glenn's new allegiance to Romano's crew.
"Nothing. Do you own the gym now?" Glenn replied, pretending not to be scared. I could see it was just an act though, his hands were slightly trembling.
"Kinda." Ralph walked towards him until he was only a few inches from the ginger boy's face. Things could degenerate in a second.
"Cool off, guys." Tried Xander.
"I just wanted to see how you all were doing." Glenn said, moving away from Ralph and putting his arm around my shoulder, as if he was friendly.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted, trying to take a step back but he held me firmly, pretending to hug me.
At that point, the weirdest thing happened. This was neither an embrace nor a fight but our hands touched and I understood that Glenn was trying to give me something. A small piece of paper. Instinctively, I took it.
It all went down very fast. Ralph and Pope had jumped on Glenn who was forced to release me from his grip and was seemingly about to be beaten up.
"Guys, guys! That's ok!" I yelled.
"What were you trying to do here?" Ralph was holding Glenn's neck who was semi suffocating.
"I... I...."
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, INMATES?" Foster had just stepped into the room. Ralph released Glenn instantly, fuming. He had just trained and his biceps looked even bigger than they usually did.
"He attacked us!" Said Pope.
"He did, he came at Tyler for no reason!" Confirmed Xander.
I just nodded yes, feeling stupid, not being able to defend myself.
"Glenn what are you doing here, don't you hang out in the library now?" Foster asked calmly. He knew that Ralph and Xander were not the type of inmates to start fights without a cause.
"Yeah... I wanted to use the machines for once..."
"Just go." Settled Foster with a sigh.
Glenn did not say another word and simply left the room. He had performed his task: I was holding on to the piece of paper he had given me for dear life, my heart racing. I knew it was the sole reason Glenn had put himself at risk, he had been sent by someone (Romano or Bianchi?) to hand me this. I thought that it would be smarter to keep this from the others who slowly went back to training, still commenting on the event.
"Fucking fag." Ray commented, sort of ironically given what I was aware of regarding his relationship to Glenn.
Only when I knew no one could see me, I opened the paper. A few words were scrambled on it, barely readable:
"00:00 at the library. The guard will let your cell unlocked. W."
I was doomed.
Fucking W!
Despite the fact that I would probably be walking towards my death or to some kinds of abuse (sexual, maybe?), there was no way I could not go. It was not an invitation. It was an order. No way either I could talk about this to Ralph or Xander, it would put them at risk unnecessarily and I had no wish to tell them about my relationship with Will.
As soon as I read it, I knew that I would be getting out of my cell at midnight. The decision was made.
I felt weirdly calm about it. I guessed that I was relieved in way, this thing with Will would be solved that night, one way or another. Of course, I was scared but I was also ready. Maybe I had become braver than I thought.
Falcon was the one locking our cells that evening. Not surprising that he was the one guard involved in this bullshit. He did what he was asked to do, when it was time, he did not close ours. Xander, Ralph and Fernando did not notice and Trevor was too new to all of that to think anything of it.
Trevor's attitude had changed a bit since our argument, if we can call it that, in the communal showers.
Sometimes, it almost looked like he was scared of me but who could blame him? The evidence against me were piling on: Falcon had implied that I would molest him; I had accused Trevor of face-fucking another inmate before going back on my words without the beginning of an explanation; And I had scolded him in front of a dozen of inmates in the communal showers.
I am not proud to admit it, but a part of me was satisfied with Trevor being afraid of me. For once, the tables were reversed and better to be feared than to be disrespected in that environment.
I would have to remind myself that when confronting Will.
Since Glenn gave me the paper, I figured that Romano, Bianchi and maybe others would be there. Did they plan to gang up on me, or just to gangbang me? What did Will say to them?
Maybe I would be treated just like Big Pepe was and surely, I deserved that... I did jizz on the Latino's face and although I tried to convince myself otherwise, I had been aroused by it. Probably Karma that it would happen back to me. What goes around always comes back around.
Midnight came and Fernando was snoring loudly in our cell. Ralph had nutted a few minutes before -- again, I had witnessed the whole show - and I knew that he usually fell asleep right after his orgasm. Xander seemed asleep. Trevor though, still sleeping on a mattress on the floor, was moving a lot.
It was hard enough to sleep during your first nights in prison but having Fernando snoring and farting a few inches from your face could only make things worse.
When I got out of the bed, I first pretended to go peeing behind our curtain. It would help me tell if everyone was sound asleep. I needed to pee anyway; I was very nervous at this point. Could they really kill me? How would I defend myself?
Trevor looked at me while I was going back to my bed, I thought there was no need to pretend anymore. I squatted down to be at his level, he moved back. He really thought I was about to do something to him? Jesus! I was a gangsta.
"Please... I'll tell my father if you..." He mumbled.
I rolled my eyes.
"I won't touch you. I have to go now. You don't say a word to anyone. Clear?" I whispered.
He nodded yes.
In the off chance that I would make it out of this meeting in the library alive, I had to make sure that my secret encounter with Will would remain hidden.
I left my cell and walked alone in the night. One inmate in district 1 was screaming at the top of his lungs, others were yelling at him to shut up. He was an addict and they had some troubles getting the drugs in the prison in the last few days.
Obviously, I was not consuming myself but you notice this kind of things when all the meth-heads start to break down one by one.
I walked to the library. This part of the prison was very quiet. Peaceful, even. I realized that I was bare foot. Should I have put some shoes on?
My mind was blank as I entered. Most of the lights were off but someone was definitely there, going through the books on one of the shelves. Will. He turned around when he heard me, his face semi hidden in the darkness.
"You came." He said in a soft voice.
"I thought I had to."
"Everyone has the choice. Always."
I looked around. No one else was there. At least, from what I could see.
"You're right. But I chose to come here anyway. You're alone?"
"Why? Disappointed?"
"No... I just thought you might want some back up."
"Back up?" He chuckled. His face was still looking so juvenile but I knew too damn well he was not innocent. "You think I want to beat you up or something?"
