Timmy was too embarrassed to come out of his cell. He wasn't just embarrassed; he was afraid, afraid of what might become of him now. He couldn't believe what he had done. It didn't matter that he had no choice. He should have fought. Every convict in the prison had to have heard how he had given head to a big black convict by now. Shit there was an entire room full of hardcore convicts who had literally watched. Sure that female corrections officer had, had him by the balls - literally, but he should still have fought. Instead of the hardcore gangster convict he wanted to become, Timmy had been marked to become a prison bitch or punk at best. Convicts were actually walking by his cell and whistling at him, some were bold enough to stop and proposition him and the boldest would just tell him straight out they were going to fuck him, both in the ass and in the mouth, often in that order. Timmy was physically shaken and shaking. Fights had even broken out over him between individual convicts trying to lay claim to his ass. A few of the gangs had even begun to rumble. Timmy had always wanted to be popular, but this had not been the popularity he had in mind. He couldn't believe he had ever even entertained the thought of coming to a place like this or that he ever thought he was hard enough to handle it.
Then, just like that, something happened that gave Timmy hope. He got a visit from a life long friend, one he had grown up with on the streets. It's a small world, smaller in the criminal element and yet even smaller in prison. Johnny wasn't just a friend. He had been one of the toughest kids on the block growing up. He was one of those kids who all the other little juvenile delinquents had looked up to. He was the youngest among them and the first to get put in juvey. He had made a lot of connections there before graduating to the big time of adult penitentiaries. When Timmy saw him it was like a ray of hope even though he was pretty sure Johnny must have heard what happened and he was pretty ashamed about it. Timmy had a tough time facing him. It turns out Johnny visited his cell specifically because he had heard what had happened.
"That's no big deal," Johnny told him. "Lots of things happen to new guys when they first get here. Officer Michaels almost got me with that."
"She did?" Timmy was shocked. Johnny was one of the toughest kids he ever met along with being super, street smart. He really looked up to him. If this almost happened to Johnny, it could happen to anyone. Maybe there was some hope for the rest of Timmy's sentence.
"Well no, not really, but that's because I've been in these kinds of places before. Point is you can't let stuff get to you. You have to show people you don't care and that you can take it."
"But they're walking by my cell blowing kisses at me!"
"That's because you're hiding in your cell like a scared little girl. What do you expect? Look, come with me. I'll hook you up with some guys who will look out for you."
"Look out for me?" Timmy didn't like what he was hearing. He quickly discovered prison was not going to be as easy as he thought it was going to be, not for him at least, and he knew he needed friends, but he wasn't an idiot. People in prison didn't look out for you without getting something in return, and Timmy only had one thing to give back. Timmy felt himself becoming erect and it disgusted him. What in God's name was happening to him? He wished he could trust Johnny and maybe he could have if he had bumped into him before he was forced to give that public blowjob to that black convict, but now he knew he couldn't trust anyone.
Timmy shook his head. "I think I'm just going to stay in my cell and keep to myself."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, I think it's for the best."
"For how long? I mean how long do you think you're going to be able to do that?"
Timmy shrugged.
Johnny shook his head in disappointment. Then he moved to the door of the cell and poked his head out into the hallway. He looked in both directions. He moved back into the cell and moved close to Timmy. He spoke in whispers.
"Alright, look, I'm going to tell you something but you have to swear not to tell anyone," Johnny whispered to Timmy. He wanted for Timmy to swear his oath; Timmy didn't, but Johnny began to tell him anyway. "I did it once."
"Did what?"
"Are you serious?"
Timmy stared blank faced.
"You're going to make me say it?"
"You sucked a cock?!" Timmy was shocked.
Johnny kept glancing around and hushing him. "Keep your voice down."
"Who's? I mean who made you do it?"
"What's it matter? You do what you have to do to survive in here, right?"
Timmy shrugged. He took a minute to think about things, his wandering mind did something to him that he didn't like. He felt himself getting an erection. Reflex made him try to partially cover it with his hand. He tried to do so nonchalantly, but Johnny had been watching him, studying him actually. Johnny sort of smiled out of the side of his face. He glanced down at Timmy's crotch. Timmy was caught and he knew it.
"Anyway, I just thought I'd let you know you're not alone. If they want you, they'll get you, especially if you don't have any friends looking out for you."
"What do you mean? Who will get me?"
"Shit, whoever, anyone, everyone! They'll be come into your cell and just take it. I suggest you sleep on your back but some of them like it better that way. Reminds them of their girlfriends when they throw your ankles up on their shoulders. Sometimes they'll hang your head back over the edge of the bed so it opens up your throat and they can skull fuck you that way. Sometimes they'll be more than one and one will you're your head while the other takes your ass. Whatever you do, don't bite them or they'll knock out your teeth so their cocks will slide right into your mouth with no problem at all, like it's a wet pussy. You won't have any easy time chewing your food with no front teeth but you'll get enough protein in your diet. Sperm is real heavy in protein. Also try and keep something around you can stuff in your shit hole if they start gangbanging you. I've seen guys bleed to death before the morning shift finds them and sends them to the infirmary to get stitched up."
Timmy covered his ears and tried not to cry. "Alright, shut up, shut up, will you?!"
"Yeah, fine. No problem. I was just trying to give you some pointers. I'll see you around..." Johnny turned to leave. Timmy stopped him.
"Wait!" Timmy yelled. Johnny stopped and turned. He couldn't hide his smile and it made Timmy feel small, real small. He felt sick having to ask Johnny the next question, and he knew it was the wrong thing to do, but he did anyway, "Who are these friends?"
"What friends?"
"The ones you said would look out for me."
"I thought you said you weren't interested."
"Well, like you said, you have to do what you have to do to survive in here, right?"
"Yeah, something like that. Still, I wouldn't want to be taking you to meet them for no reason, or under false pretenses or anything, false for you or for them."
"What do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean."
"I thought you wanted me to meet them."
