Protect Me: A Prison Love Story
Note: this is chapter 1 in a 4 part series. It's my first time writing erotic fiction, and I welcome any and all constructive criticism!
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Chapter 1
Joe was scared shitless.
He'd never been to prison before. Hell, he'd never even been in trouble before. He was always a good boy growing up, the teacher's pet desperate to please.
As the prison guard walked Joe down the halls to his new cell, Joe had to remind himself yet again that this was really happening.
Everything had been going so well for him. He was 20 years old, in his second year of college, and living in Los Angeles, the city of his dreams.
Until the night he decided to have a few drinks with friends before getting behind the wheel of a car. Joe wasn't even a serious drinker, but his night of throwing caution to the wind resulted in him causing a major car accident and seriously injuring an old man.
Joe's entire body still panged with guilt every time he remembered waking up in the car. The firefighters pulling him out, the paramedic giving oxygen to the old man...
Joe had thought for a few devastating hours that he'd killed him. Luckily the man had survived, and had since recovered almost entirely.
Still, the judge was inclined to make an example out of an underage drunk driver and slapped him with one year in jail.
"How am I going to survive an entire year in prison?" Joe thought as the guard led him past a row of cells filled with inmates who looked progressively more angry as they went along. Joe needed to find somebody to protect him, and fast.
Joe was gay, having come out in his early teens, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to selling off his body to the highest bidder. Still, he knew he wouldn't make it a week without someone looking out for him.
When they brought him to his cell, his new roommate Derek was sitting on the top bunk, reading.
Joe stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him. He couldn't tell if he'd won the lottery or if he was about to be torn limb from limb.
Derek was the largest, most imposing man he'd ever seen.
Joe wasn't that small of a guy at 5'6", but compared to Derek, he was a child. Derek stood tall at what had to be at least 6'6".
Although Derek couldn't have been older than forty, his hair was prematurely gray, making him look considerably more mature. Derek's beard was closely cropped, defining his jutting jaw and nicely complementing the dense muscle packed onto his hulking body.
Joe wasn't nearly as muscular as Derek, but he wasn't exactly a twink, either. His arms and chest had a bit of a pump from working out, but his real asset was his round, tight butt. Hours of squats in the gym had given him incredibly sexy legs, and he was quite used to receiving compliments about them from men and women alike.
Now, however, Joe was shaking in his prison flip flops at the thought of what Derek would do next.
Would he hurt him? Hug him? Fuck him? Joe barely dared to hope.
Derek stuck out his hand. "Hi," he said. "I'm Derek."
Joe took his hand and shook it shyly, forcing himself to look Derek in the eye.
"Hi Derek. I'm Joe."
Derek felt a strange sensation in his stomach as he shook Joe's hand.
Was he nervous? No, that was ridiculous. He was a full foot taller than this boy, and the kid hardly seemed like a threat.
Was it butterflies? Why would he feel butterflies for another guy?
Derek continued shaking Joe's hand, looking him in the eye as he tried to figure him out.
Joe's skin was soft and pale. Derek wondered what he smelled like. Something about Joe's curly brown hair and freckles made Derek want to pull the little man in closer and breathe in his scent.
He dropped Joe's hand.
"Welcome to jail," he said, climbing back on his bed. He returned to his book, trying to shake off the ludicrous thoughts he was having.
Joe looked around the cell. His heart sank at the posters of naked women lining the walls. He'd hoped that perhaps Derek would be gay. That would certainly make things a whole lot easier.
Nevertheless, prison was prison, and Joe needed to find someone to protect him if he wanted to survive. Derek seemed like the most likely candidate.
Plus, despite the fear and danger he felt being around Derek (or perhaps because of it), Joe was up for a challenge.
It was simple, really—all he had to do was seduce Derek. But how could he do it without getting the shit beat out of him?
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Joe's transition to prison was about as rough as could be expected. He missed his friends, he missed good food and comfort food and shitty diner food, and he missed his freedom.
Plus, some of the scarier guys in there were beginning to give him looks that he did not like. It started out innocent enough with kissy faces and tongues sticking out, but pretty soon it progressed into crotch grabbing and vulgarities.
Joe tried to stick close to Derek whenever possible, but Derek seemed oblivious to Joe's fear.
Derek just chatted with him like he was a friend, not knowing that all the while Joe was working out a plan in his head to seduce Derek and ensure his protection. Derek asked him about his life, about what he was studying at school, his friends, and his family. He also spoke to Joe at length about his own life.
Despite his ever growing concern for his own safety, Joe actually found Derek to be incredibly interesting. As the son of a tech mogul, Derek had grown up with loads of money, but he'd decided to make his own way in life. He worked as a marine biologist, which may not have been the most lucrative career, but it was what made Derek happy.
Joe admired Derek's intelligence and his passion for the environment and aquatic life. It made him feel guilty for wanting to fuck him and use him as a tool for protection.
Still, with every passing day, the looks got more and more leering. Men would pull out their dicks and lick their lips when Joe walked past. The things they'd shout at him as he walked away made his ears turn red.
So he came up with a plan to seduce Derek. First, he needed to buy something from the outside and get it brought in. Inmates weren't allowed outside clothes, but guards generally looked the other way when it came to undergarments. Joe's sister was puzzled by his request, but she complied nonetheless.
Now all he had to do was set the plan in motion.
As they got ready for bed one night, Derek stood brushing his teeth in the mirror. He had taken off his jumpsuit and t-shirt, standing there in just his standard issue prison boxers.
While Derek's back was turned, Joe took off his own shirt and climbed out of his bed. Joe was delighted that the prison food has chiseled away some of his body fat to show off his abs.
Next came off his pants, but instead of the prison boxers, Joe was wearing a pair of tight white briefs.
He knew how incredible his ass looked in those tighty whiteys, and his bulge was pretty impressive too. He coughed, trying to subtly get Derek's attention, but Derek was still brushing away.
Derek had had a long day. He'd heard rumor that some of the other inmates were vying to take advantage of his cellmate, and he was concerned. There was even a bet going around about who would be the first to fuck him. Derek had done what he could to threaten and intimidate, and thus far it had seemed to keep the worst of them at bay.
Still, he worried for the little guy. How would he make it in here?
Joe was so delicate. Those brown curls and freckles made him like catnip to every guy in the prison. If Derek were gay, he'd be having all sorts of nasty thoughts running through his head.
Thank god he was straight. For Joe's sake, at least.
