Doing Hard Time

[arogersb]

Doing Hard Time​

PART I​

Author’s Note and Disclaimer:​

The first part of this story is set inside a fictional prison. As such, the procedures and circumstances in the prison are not intended to be an accurate portrayal of actual prison conditions. All the characters in this story are at least eighteen and completely fictional. You will find that, unlike my previous story, this tale has more than one narrator. This entire first chapter is narrated by Harrison Ridgeway. However, other chapters may have more than one narrator, where each separate narrative will be clearly designated by the precursory line “From the Narrative of …”

~ Chapter 1 ~​

From the Narrative of Harrison Alistair Ridgeway IV:

A prison was a cold and unforgiving place. That thought went through my mind as I waited for my name to be called. There were some admission procedures to complete, and then I would officially be Prisoner #582036 of Wickham Maximum Security Prison.

Now you’re probably wondering how the only son of a wealthy and influential politician like Congressman Ridgeway ends up in a maximum-security prison. I wasn’t meant to be here. I’m not guilty. Yet here I was, looking to spend a long time in prison together with murderers and armed robbers. I recalled Mom’s hysterical cries when the judge read out the heavy sentence.

I snapped out of my reverie as the prison guard called my name. He signaled me to follow him and led me into a chilly, white-tiled room. I walked to the centre of the room, where there was a small table with a plastic basket on it. The guard ordered me to strip.

I stared at him. Okay, I’d known this was going to happen, but somehow I thought I’d have some measure of privacy when I stripped. I certainly didn’t expect to have to do it with a balding, middle-aged guard in attendance. He leered unpleasantly at me as I hesitated.

“Don’t I get some privacy?” I asked him tentatively as he continued to stare at me.

His reply was a smirk. “No. All your clothes go into that basket, and your personal belongings into that sealed plastic bag.”

There was no other way about it. Reluctantly, I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. The guard’s eyes never left me … or rather my body. I was usually proud of my body, even if I didn’t have the wonderful definition that some of those muscle-bound guys did. However, while I had been perfectly comfortable with revealing my body in front of my ex-girlfriend, it wasn’t the same in front of other guys – especially those who were eyeing me lustfully. My discomfort increased as the guard’s gaze followed my pants as it slid around my ankles. I stood there in my boxer-briefs, carefully folding my clothes as I tried to delay for as long as possible the inevitable.

“We don’t have all day!” he snapped. “Get those off and get into the shower.”

I was forced to obey. Turning away from the guard, I quickly pulled down my underwear. The guard probably had the full view of my ass, but I was more concerned about my front. Placing my hands over my crotch, I walked over to the shower and once again, turned away from the guard before I started the shower. I caught a glimpse of the guard’s face when I did – he was still smirking. Needless to say, I couldn’t have a very thorough shower with him watching. When I looked back I saw that the guard had disappeared, along with my things, presumably to store them away. I took the opportunity to turn around and wash my back, hurriedly returning to my initial position when I saw him coming back in.

“Okay, shower’s over. Get over here,” he commanded. Turning the shower off, I walked back over to the table. I noticed prison-issue clothing laid out on it. I reached one hand towards them, keeping the other firmly over my genitals.

“Hold on there, sonny. You’re not putting those on until you’ve been examined for contraband.” I looked at him blankly, and then I realized with dawning horror what he was talking about.

“You’re …” I gulped. “You’re going to examine me?”

He grinned at my obvious distress. “No, Rob here is going to be the one examining you.” That was when I realized that there was another guard just outside the doorway. The damned bastard had brought along a friend to witness my humiliation. For the thousandth time I cursed my stupidity which had allowed me to get into this situation.

Rob walked over behind me and told me to bend over. The order itself sounded wrong, but I didn’t have much choice about it. I immediately realized I couldn’t keep my hands in front of my crotch in that position.

Rob, grinning almost as evilly as his partner, said, “Hands by your side.” I cursed both of them, who were probably getting off by having a naked young guy in front of them. His examination wasn’t intrusive at first. He ran his gloved hands through my hair, and then used a small flashlight to scrutinize both my ears.

“Okay, now stand straight,” was his next command. Seeing me move my hands towards my groin, he quickly added, “With your hands by your side.” He struggled to conceal his grin as I obeyed reluctantly. Across the room, the smirk on the other guard’s face widened as he finally got to see my manhood. I couldn’t linger too long on what I wanted to do to the two guards, because at this point Rob was running his hands over my chest – as if there was anywhere to conceal anything there. His gloved finger stopped at my left nipple.

“Used to be pierced, eh?” he smirked. I’d been persuaded by my ex-girlfriend to get a nipple ring, which I’d obviously had to remove before coming into the prison. His next remark made me blush. “Not down there though?” he said with a grin, as he moved his scrutiny to the area in question. He lifted my cock in one gloved hand as he inspected my pubic hair.

To my horror, I felt a rush of blood to my groin. What the heck was going on? I wasn’t gay, and this certainly wasn’t the most erotic of situations, yet for some reason I was starting to feel the beginnings of a hard-on. I willed my cock to go back to its flaccid state. Luckily, he finished his inspection of it, apparently not noticing any changes. The momentary feeling passed, and I began to wonder if I had just imagined it.

The examination of my legs and feet continued. When he was done, he asked me turn around. The same procedure took place. Then he asked me to bend over again. My face turning red with shame, I realized what he intended to do. Sure enough, he parted my buttcheeks, and started to grope around my crack. His fingers became more intrusive as he stuck one of them into my asshole. I let out an involuntary gasp.

“Relax,” he told me. I tried hard to. The sooner this humiliating exam was over, the better. I was prepared as he poked another finger into my hole. Then, alarmingly, I started to have the same feeling again. I was confused and horrified. Was I actually finding this stimulating? There was no way, I told myself. Yet I found my cock growing stiffer by the second, until it was almost semi-erect.

“Okay, we’re done here. He’s clean,” Rob reported to his partner. Turning to me, he said, “You can put those clothes on now.” I hurried to do so, clasping the clothes to my groin to hide my semi-erect cock. From the grin on the other guard’s face, I guessed he must have seen it. I flushed with shame. The feeling intensified as I realized the clothes I’d been given were a couple of sizes too small. The boxer shorts made no secret of my erection. As I hurried into the pants, I realized that it was tight around the groin area.

“Can I have a larger size?” I asked. “This one’s kind of small for me.”

The middle-aged guard grinned. “I don’t see any problem.” His eyes lingered at my crotch. I had the horrible feeling I’d been set up. It was no surprise that when I put on the prison-issue shirt, I found it clung tightly to my torso and my nipples were visible through the thin, worn material.

“Alright then, prisoner 582036, I’ll show you to your new cell. And your friendly cellmate.” He laughed at his own joke. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as he led me down the corridors of the prison.

Leering prisoners from the cells along the corridor called out. “Hey who’s the new kid?” “Yeah, who’s the pretty boy?” “Mitch is going to get the little bitch.”

Troubled thoughts ran through my mind. Who was Mitch? And what exactly did they mean he was going to “get me”? Little did I know I would find out before the day came to an end.

To be continued …​

Now while this first chapter is more of erotica, I do intend to discuss a couple of serious issues in the course of this story, currently projected to be about eight chapters, but this may change (I can never be trusted to keep to my projections! lol.)

Your feedback is invaluable to me, not only to improve the writing of this story but also as encouragement. So please do leave your comments. Thank you!

 

[smile86]

i'd definitely like to read more, a good start

 

[harry113]

Thanks arogersb.
Good start!
Please continue
Harry

 

[upyrkilt469]

I agree with harry113, good story line. Keep writing and posting. Vic

 

[happyepp]

Got me started and need to know more.

 

[freedbarton]

great start, looking forward for more

 

[Craiger]

I am so glad to see you have started "Doing Hard Time", Justin. I have looked forward to it and I like very much how it is starting.

I don't envy Harrison by any means. But he sounds like someone I wouldn't mind knowing. Of course that all depends on what he did to get into prison in the first place....lol

Craiger

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 2 ~​

From the Narrative of Caleb Fisher:

The catcalls of the other inmates already heralded his arrival, but I didn’t look up until I heard the guard, Max’s voice.

“Hey Caleb, you’ve got yourself a new cellmate,” he announced as he fiddled with the key in the lock. Max and I exchanged a look of understanding.

The young man standing next to Max would be better described as beautiful rather than handsome. His brown hair was streaked with blond. The soft lines of his face, coupled with a pair of startlingly blue eyes and full lips, lent him an innocent, boyish look. I snorted inwardly. Not so innocent if he’d got himself sent to this hellhole. He was definitely older than he looked, which was as if he was in his late teens. In spite of myself, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor kid – with his slim build and pretty face, he probably wasn’t going to last long in this place.

He walked into the cell like a prisoner on death row heading for his execution. I noticed the prison-issue clothing he was wearing was too small for him, and particularly tight around the chest and groin. I suppressed a chuckle. I knew Max well enough to know he liked to do that to the cuter young inmates.

“So what’s your name?” I asked him when he’d sat down on the empty bunk bed facing me. I was making an attempt to be friendly, but he didn’t look like he was going to reply.

I repeated my question. This time, he mumbled his name, so softly I could barely hear, “Harrison.”

“I’m Caleb,” I told him, determinedly plodding on with my attempt to be friendly. “So what was it?”

He looked at me, uncomprehendingly. I stated my question more clearly, “What did you do to end up in here?” Rather than having the intended effect, it only made him clam up completely. He either wasn’t ready to share the details of his crime, or he was afraid of the use I would make of that information.

Then I heard a most unwelcome voice, from the cell opposite ours. “Caleb, who’s the pretty little boy you’ve got there? Your new bitch? Oh right, you don’t have use for those, eh, Caleb? You can hand him over to me if you don’t want him.” It was Mitch, the prison’s resident villain, who followed up his remarks with a nasty laugh.

I didn’t bother to reply, but looked instead at Harrison, whose face had drained completely of color after hearing what Mitch had said.

My sympathy for the poor kid returned. He obviously wasn’t used to the harsh reality of life in a maximum-security prison. I hoped, for his sake, that he would survive the experience.


From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

My first few moments in the prison cell, and I’d already attracted unwanted attention. I somehow instinctively knew the guy in the opposite cell had to be the infamous Mitch. I noticed his burly, well-muscled figure, and felt my heart sink. There was no way I’d be a match for him. What had I done to deserve this?

I looked at my cellmate, Caleb he’d said his name was. He was a good deal older than me, I’d guess in his mid-forties. His closely-cropped black hair was liberally sprinkled with white. He’d tried to be friendly, but I wasn’t certain of his motivations. Even in college, I’d made the wrong choices in friends, and after that bad experience, I wasn’t about to trust some stranger I’d just met, in prison of all places.

I got up from my bunk bed and looked around the cell. Caleb had given up on his attempts to draw me into conversation and was busy reading a book quietly. He didn’t seem to notice as I got up, but I could feel his gaze following me as I walked over to the cell’s only window. It was a small grilled window, just above a storage cabinet that both cellmates were supposed to share. It reflected the sparse furnishings of the cell – just two bunk beds, one on each side wall. The window looked onto the prison yard, surrounded by a high chain-link fence with guard towers at the corners.

I went back to my bunk and sat on it with my knees drawn up. I hadn’t reckoned on the boredom of prison life. It did, however, offer me time to contemplate my sins, something I would have done better without. I didn’t need reminding as to why I was here.

A couple of hours passed before the guards called us for our late afternoon leisure time in the yard. The moment I was out of my cell, Mitch was at my back, breathing down my neck. “I’ll get you and your sweet little ass soon,” he whispered before smacking me lightly on the butt.

Shocked, I speeded up my pace until I was behind the guard who was leading us to the yard. I looked behind to see Mitch who, far from looking discouraged, was actually grinning creepily.

When we reached the yard, I quickly found a spot that was within direct view of the guard tower. Nearby were some benches and tables spread out on the grassy parts of the yard. There was a makeshift basketball court where some of the inmates were playing. I looked longingly in their direction. I used to be on my high school’s basketball team. I wasn’t as tall as most of the players, only 5’10”, but I still managed to routinely beat my high school best friend, Josh, at shooting hoops. But looking now at the rough play of the inmates, I knew I’d be a fish out of water. I didn’t know anybody there.

Well actually, there were two people I did know. Mitch was (thankfully) busy having a chat with his buddies by the fence. Caleb was seated at one of the benches, watching the basketball game intently. Unlike the other fully-occupied tables, he was the only occupant at his. Deciding on the lesser of two evils, I approached his table and sat down at the bench on the other side of it.

If he noticed me he gave no sign of it. We passed the first hour in silence, observing the game. Then he got off the bench and started to do pushups. He wasn’t the only inmate exercising; most of them were in one form or the other. I decided, what the heck, I might as well work out as well. Surely Mitch wouldn’t try anything here in full view of the guards. How wrong I was.

I’d only done a handful of sit-ups when a shadow fell across me. It was Mitch, surrounded by his cronies. “Well, well, what have we here? Let’s have a look at what pretty-boy here’s been working on, shall we?” Before I could react, he reached down and pulled my shirt up to expose my flat stomach.

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom,” laughed Mitch. “Let’s check that out, too,” and started to try to turn me over. My shock at his sudden appearance wore off, and I struggled to pull my hands free of his grasp. Not succeeding, I tried the only other thing I could think off. I kicked out with my leg, catching him in the groin.

Mitch let out a gasp of pain and released my hands as he stumbled backwards. Quick as lightning, I got to my feet so as to not offer him any more opportunities, keeping my eyes on him warily.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Mitch snarled. He looked ready to lunge at me.

“What’s going on here?” A guard managed to push his way in through the inmates surrounding us. I let out a sigh of relief.

“Nothing, sir,” Mitch replied sullenly, but shot me a malevolent look. I gulped.

“It had better be nothing. It’s time for you lot to hit the showers,” said the guard.

My relief quickly evaporated. As you already know, I’m not comfortable with being nude in front of other guys. Well, I used to be before I had an unpleasant experience. Reluctantly I trooped behind the guard who led us the showers.

The showers weren’t built keeping privacy in mind. Most of the inmates immediately started stripping off, laying their clothes on the tiled bench at the centre of the room, before heading under the shower-heads that lined the walls on opposite sides. I slowly removed my shirt. I realized Caleb was next to me. As he started to strip off his clothes, he revealed a body that was amazingly fit for a guy his age. Without any hesitation, he pulled down his boxers, releasing a huge, uncut cock.

Shit, why was I paying attention to these details? I’d been so slow at removing my clothes, I was the only one left at the bench other than Caleb. I realized there were only two empty spaces left under the shower-heads. To my dismay, one of them was right next to Mitch. Caleb started to head to the other empty spot. Desperately, without thinking, I reached out to touch his arm. He turned to look at me, and I quickly pulled back my hand.

What was I going to tell him? Our eyes met, and he must have understood the look of pleading in my eyes. Without a word, he switched his direction and went to the shower-head beside Mitch. I was still in my boxers, brought back to reality when the guard snapped, “Move it. You haven’t got all day.”

I hesitantly stripped off my last vestige of clothing, and reflexively covered my genitals with my hands as I laid the boxers on top of my pile of folded clothing. I then walked over to the showers. Once the jet of water hit me, I relaxed and took a quick look around. The guard was still there. The other inmates were busy showering and none seemed to pay attention to me.

I felt slightly reassured as I removed my hands from my groin and started to wash my body. I noticed the inmate next to me shoot a lascivious glance at my cock, but he didn’t try to touch it or anything.

I was completely unsuspecting when I suddenly felt a couple of hands shove me against the tiled wall. A voice I recognized in horror as Mitch’s whispered, “You’re going to learn this lesson the hard way, bitch.”

I struggled helplessly against his strong grip. My face was pressed sideways against the wall, but I managed to choke, “No … please, let me go … I’m sorry.”

His grip didn’t lose its pressure on my back. I couldn’t see the guard anywhere. I prayed desperately for anything, anyone that could save me from this situation.

Then an authoritative voice said, “Leave him alone.”

To be continued …​

Coming up next ... Harrison finds an unexpected savior. But can he find love in the most unexpected places?

 

[harry113]

Thanks
Great story arogersb.
More please!!
Harry

 

[harry113]

Thanks arogersb
Great story!! More please
Harry

 

[smile86]

I hope he can find love in he most unexpected places! enjoying the story, thanks.

 

[Dr Feel Good]

I don't usually like jail stories but this is hot.

 

[phoenix72]

loving this story, its different from other stuff i've read..

look forward to further updates.

 

[arogersb]

Because of the ending of the last chapter, I felt I had to give you all the next chapter a bit sooner, to put to rest any doubts. This chapter is from only one point of view, and contains some of this story's more tender moments.

~ Chapter 3 ~​

From the Narrative of Caleb Fisher:

I’d wanted to help him when Mitch had closed in on him in the prison yard earlier, but he’d handled it pretty well by himself. However, I knew that, while kicking Mitch in the nuts might have saved him then, it wasn’t the wisest thing to do.

I didn’t think Mitch would try anything while we were in the showers, but he took his chances when the guard left the room briefly. Faster than I could blink, he had Harrison pinned against the wall. I knew that it was now or never. I had to step in before things got ugly.

“You heard me, Mitch – let him go,” I repeated after my first command seemed to fall on deaf ears. Mitch slowly released the pressure on Harrison’s back and turned to face me.

“What do you want, Caleb? Don’t get mixed up in my affairs,” he warned me. Some of the other inmates gathered around us, silently watching.

“Well, it becomes my affair when you put your hand on my bitch,” I retorted.

Mitch’s eyes widened with surprise. He wasn’t the only one. Harrison also displayed a similarly stunned expression on his face. He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of “I’m not your bitch”, but I shot him a quick warning glance.

Mitch spoke up. “Since when have you wanted a bitch, Caleb?”

I didn’t, of course. But at the moment that was the only way I could think of to get Mitch off Harrison’s back, literally.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind. I couldn’t let a pretty boy like that go your way when I could have him to myself now, could I?” I said. I directed my gaze towards Harrison’s beautiful body, glistening with water droplets. My gaze lingered on his naked bubble butt, trying to fake some lustful enthusiasm. It wasn’t particularly difficult; Harrison was probably the most attractive guy I’d seen in a long time. I felt my cock stir slightly.

“Holy shit, you’re not kidding, are you?” Mitch asked in amazement. He released his grip on Harrison completely. Harrison hurriedly covered his genitals with his hands before turning around. He looked uncertainly from me to Mitch, and then seemed to make a decision. He walked over to my side. I felt a curious sensation in my chest.

Mitch looked like he wanted to reach out and grab Harrison. I growled, “If you try anything again …”

Mitch laughed nervously. “If you want him man, he’s all yours.”

Behind me, I could hear Harrison scrambling for his clothes.

“You won’t try anything in the future?” I asked Mitch, to confirm his intentions.

Mitch held up his hands in surrender. “Hey man, like I said, he’s all yours, Caleb.”

The guard was back, just in time to end our little confrontation. The inmates got dressed and headed back to their cells. Harrison kept close beside me, but didn’t speak until we were inside the privacy of our cell.

He cleared his throat nervously. “What you said back there … about me being your bitch … was that …”

“Of course it wasn’t true,” I snapped at him. “If it were, you wouldn’t be standing there comfortably with your clothes still on.” He flinched. I don’t know why I was so harsh with him suddenly, but I regretted it almost immediately. Damn it, was I really being attracted to this young hottie who was half my age?

Then he said, almost inaudibly, “Thank you.” It might have been soft, but I knew it was heartfelt.

I looked at him for a moment, and then gruffly replied, “No problem.” I patted the bed next to me. “Come over here and have a seat.”

He didn’t hesitate so much as before. As he sat down, he looked at me. His gratitude showed clearly in those gorgeous sapphire eyes, but there was some other emotion in there too. Was I reading too much into this? There was no way he could be attracted to a much older guy like me. His next words threw me.

“I’m not gay,” he mumbled. What the hell did he mean by that? In any case, what did that have to do with anything?

“I’m not either,” I told him.

He looked at me, his nervousness obvious. “But you … you started to get hard … looking at me in the showers.”

So he’d noticed that. Then again, half the inmates in the shower room probably had. I was at a loss to explain it. I felt like I was betraying someone very dear to me.

“I’ve been married – twice,” I told him. “The second time was what landed me in here.”

There was a sudden spark of fear in his eyes. “Is that why even Mitch was afraid to face off with you just now?”

I laughed, but not out of amusement. “Mitch is a petty criminal compared with me. He’s never killed a man.”

Now I could see that he was really scared. He inched away from me, but didn’t dare to get off my bed.

“You … you killed someone?” he asked me in disbelief. Kid, you shouldn’t be so surprised, I thought. You’re in here too and not as innocent as you look. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to share my story with this kid, but what the hell, I thought.

“I didn’t mean to kill him – it wasn’t premeditated or anything. I came home early one day, to find him in bed with my wife. I started to beat him up, and then he got hold of a knife and … well, this is the outcome,” I said, referring to my incarceration.

Harrison was silent for a while. Then he said, “You didn’t mean to do it.” It wasn’t a question, more like a confirmation of the fact. I discerned that there was some deeper meaning to his words. I wanted to prod him for details of his own crime, but somehow it didn’t feel like it was the right time.

We didn’t say much after that. The rest of the day passed quickly enough. Harrison stuck close to me.

Soon it was night time. “Lights out!” I heard the guard’s call before the lights in the cell went out. The only illumination was from the lamps in the corridor. I rolled over in my bunk, trying to sleep. Then I heard a soft whimpering. It took me a moment to realize that Harrison was its source. I sat up in bed and called out to him softly, “Harrison! Is everything all right?”

No reply. I got up and walked over to his bed. He had his shirt off and the pale skin of his smooth chest gleamed softly in the dim light. I was feeling incredibly turned on by this sight. I felt like I was taking advantage of his young innocence, but I could understand how hard it was to resist the temptation.

I gently shook his shoulder. “Harrison, are you okay?”

His eyes opened. Even in the darkness, the bright blue of his eyes shone brightly. Then I realized that he had tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered. He didn’t explain what he meant by ‘this’. His next sentence seemed to have no relation to the previous one. “I’m cold.”

I resisted the urge to tell him to put a shirt on. At least I had plenty of hair on my chest to give me some warmth. Then I realized that the warmth he desired wasn’t that of clothing. I looked at him for a moment. His expressive eyes told me that, although he was unsure, he wanted me in bed next to him.

And I appreciated the fact that I wanted it, too. So I slid under the thin blanket next to him. The bunk was narrow, so I was half-hanging off of it. But that was quickly forgotten as I felt my skin come into contact with his. It was electrifying.

And I wasn’t the only one who felt it. I felt the goosebumps that were raised on his smooth skin when my arm brushed against his chest. I could have sworn that I heard a soft moan escape his lips, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Are you better now?” I asked him.

“Yeah, thanks. I already owe you; I’ve no idea how I’m ever going to repay you for all this,” he whispered softly in my ear.

I could think of a dozen ways he could repay me, and felt my cock respond in kind. I banished the dirty thoughts from my mind, something I hadn’t had in quite a while. I was more than a little stunned that I would even dream of taking advantage of his vulnerable state. What he needed now was a friend, I told myself firmly.

But as I turned over and felt his hard-on poke me in the leg, I suddenly wasn’t so sure.

To be continued …​

Coming up next: Harrison discovers a side of himself he never knew existed. But is Caleb really what he seems?

You may have to wait a while for the next chapter though. I'll try to get it up by tomorrow, but I can't promise anything! Thanks for all your feedback so far, and keep it cumming!

 

[Craiger]

I really like the way you have started this, Justin. The suspense of finding out why Harrison is in prison, Caleb's protection of him and now the impending possibility of a sexual encounter. You keep building and I keep waiting for more....

Craiger

 

[harry113]

Thanks, great chapter .... more please
Hugs
Harry

 

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 4 ~​

From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

It was my first night in prison. I tried to sleep, but slumber eluded me. Images of the day’s events flashed through my mind. How was I going to get through this for the rest of my incarceration?

I didn’t expect Caleb to respond to my whimpering. I mean, he’d already done a lot for me, rescuing me from Mitch earlier. But when he came over to my bunk, I saw in his eyes an understanding which hadn’t been there before. Now feeling the warmth of his close proximity, I was increasingly aware that my feelings towards him were more than just gratitude.

My bare skin rubbed against his, and that was enough to send a rush of blood to my groin. And he knew it too. I felt my hard-on brush against his leg. He turned over in the narrow bed to face me.

“Harrison …” his voice trailed off. The way he said my name told me something. He wanted this as well. I’ve tried, hard, over the years to conceal any attraction I’ve felt to towards the same sex. No, it didn’t happen often; in fact it was very infrequent, so much so that I had doubted whether or not I could even consider this to mean I liked men. It just wasn’t safe for me to even come to that conclusion.

But now, in the darkness of my prison cell, I felt those feelings returning with a vengeance. They overrode the signals from my brain and focused on the fact that Caleb’s face was only inches away from mine. He looked unsure, waiting for some reply. Before I knew it, my lips pressed against his.

He was reluctant at first. I saw his eyes widen with surprise, and at first he didn’t respond to my kiss. Then the surprise in his eyes was replaced by longing, and his lips parted. The sensation of being passionately kissed by another guy was a new one for me, but one that I found very pleasurable. I couldn’t break off our lip lock. He was the one who suddenly pulled away from me.

“Harrison … I’m not sure about this,” he whispered. “Are you certain you want to do it? I mean, I’m 44 – that’s exactly double your age. You need to think about this.”

His confusion mirrored my own. What had come over me? I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t believe I’d let it go this far. Damn it all, I was actually kissing another man, and enjoying it too! I couldn’t do this. I backed up as far as possible, until my bare back touched the cold concrete wall.

Caleb realized I was backing away from him. “Harrison …” he reached out to touch my arm. I flinched, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

He paused, trying to think of what to say. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault – I let it go too far. I’ll go back to my bed.” He started to get off the bunk. I was in a dilemma. Either way, there would be no turning back. I had to choose, and quickly.

It was my hand that made the decision for me, the hand that grasped hold of his arm as he was getting up. “No, please don’t go,” I heard my voice.

He looked at me, examining me with his eyes, looking for a sign that betrayed my uncertainty. I wasn’t sure, but I went ahead anyway. Damn it, I was stuck in this god-forsaken prison. The previous part of my life was dead – there was no reason to continue with this farce. To hell with the lies I’ve told myself and them over the years, I thought.

So I kissed the closest part of his body – his furry chest. I heard him gasp with pleasure as my lips brushed against his nipples. He liked that, I realized. I was new to this, so I decided to pay attention to the things he liked. I circled his nipple with my tongue. He sat down heavily on my bed.

“Harrison, wait,” he said firmly. “I don’t want you to do something you are going to regret later.”

I looked him in the eye. “I won’t regret this,” I told him with conviction. I could tell that he still wanted to dissuade me, not because he didn’t want this, but because he wanted me to be sure. That was something I had never been given before – a freedom of choice. I already loved him for it. If I let him dissuade me, I would lose my nerve. So rather than engage in conversation, I decided to let my actions do the talking.

I seized the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down, to his knees. His cock sprung free, about eight inches hard and thicker than mine. I was assailed by a doubt – could I really take that thing into my mouth? The time for hesitation had come and gone. I pushed the amazed look on Caleb’s face out of my mind, and went down on his cock.


From the Narrative of Caleb Fisher:

The shy young man who’d come into my cell earlier in the day had completely disappeared. I knew he wasn’t always so introverted – the kick he’d delivered to Mitch’s groin in the afternoon had told me he had a fiery side to him as well. My astonishment was quickly subdued by waves of pleasure as he sucked my cock. One part of my mind was screaming, what the hell am I letting to happen? The other was marveling at the fact that this gorgeous young guy was actually giving me a blowjob. Not a particularly good one, I have to admit, but then I’d excuse him on the basis that it was his first time.

I looked at his head of brown hair, gleaming like burnished bronze with the light picking out the blonde streaks. Those sapphire-blue were closed as he concentrated solely on the task at hand. My god he was beautiful! It should be a crime for anyone to be that beautiful, I thought. Well if it was, he was already doing his time. A stupid thought, but for some reason it made me chuckle. My chuckle turned into an involuntary cry, “ouch!” as Harrison’s teeth dragged across my foreskin.

He paused and looked up at me, worried. “Am I doing this right?” he asked nervously.

I gave him an encouraging smile. “You’re doing great, but just be careful with the teeth, okay?”

He nodded and resumed. The blowjob wasn’t as toothy as before. He was sucking vigorously, as if his life depended on it. I wanted to add, go slower, but I didn’t have the heart to. Before I knew it, waves of pure ecstasy washed over me.

“I’m cumming,” I warned him, expecting him to pull out. But he didn’t. Did he hear me, I wondered, or was he too lost in the experience himself? Anyway it was too late to do anything about it. I felt my cock explode as I shot my first load deep into his throat. He gagged at the suddenness of it. Feeling worried, I wanted to pull my cock out but he had his lips fastened firmly around it. He looked at me when he felt me trying to withdraw; his blue eyes were filled with determination – he wanted to take my load.

My next few spurts came in quick succession. I was astounded that he was able to swallow all of it. He seemed to have gotten used to it easily enough. My, he was a quick learner, I thought. It was only my last load of the night which he couldn’t take fully; some of it dribbled out of his mouth and onto his chin.

I was also amazed at the quantity of cum I had produced in that one session. Admittedly I had been more or less deprived of sexual relief in prison for more than eight years now. And the fact that this first blowjob was being delivered by Harrison definitely factored into the equation. I saw the satisfied look on his face as he straightened up. He smiled at me, oblivious to the trickle of cum on his chin. I reached out to wipe it off. He licked it off my finger.

The look on his face was more than satisfaction. He was looking at me as if he was clearly seeing the light for the first time. My elation was dissipated as I realized the enormity of the situation. I was really in trouble now.


From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

Caleb seemed weirdly out of it after I gave him the blowjob. I knew he’d enjoyed it, yet now it was as if our roles were reversed. I was confused. All he said before lying down next to me on the bed, “Thanks, Harry.”

Why was he so distant? Had I done something wrong? I could still taste his cum in my mouth. It was different from what I’d expected. I decided that I liked it. I don’t just mean the taste of cum, but also the fact that he’d called me Harry. No one ever called me that since Josh, my best friend in high school. Strange I’d thought of him twice in the past few hours. I had tried to block him out of my mind since that night before our senior year exams.

We’d first become best friends in our junior year of high school. We both shared the same interests in basketball, music, even clothes. Our mothers said we were as close as brothers. I don’t have any siblings except a sister, who was five years older than me. Josh was an only child.

For years I’d blamed him for breaking up our friendship. But now as I thought about it, I was the one at fault. Why couldn’t I have just acknowledged the fact that I might like guys? I knew that now, beyond the shadow of a doubt.

We often slept over at each other’s houses, studying late into the night before our exams. It was on such an occasion, that the incident that would permanently drive a wedge into our friendship occurred. At the time I wasn’t uncomfortable with stripping in front of other guys; all that would change because of that night.

It was 1 a.m., and we both decided to call it a night. I stripped down to my boxers. Josh made his usual joke about me being as pretty as a girl. I didn’t think much of it; he always said that. My only response was to throw a pillow at him, which led into a pillow fight before we went to sleep.

I don’t know what woke me. I opened my eyes to see Josh looking at me with unconcealed desire, his hand hovering an inch above my bare chest. It was obvious what he was up to.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yelled at him. He froze in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I … I …” he stumbled over his words. I didn’t give him a chance to explain.

“You’re fucking gay, aren’t you? Get away from me!” I yelled, not caring if I woke his parents.

He looked scared and hurt. “Harry, please … I just couldn’t resist …”

I didn’t want to listen to his explanation. I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the room, slamming the door in his face as he tried to follow.

The next day, I avoided him but he managed to corner me. He was distraught.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please don’t let this get in the way of our friendship. Please, Harry,” he begged.

“Don’t. Call. Me. Harry,” I said through clenched teeth. “And I never want to see you again.” I left him looking crushed and never turned back. We never spoke again.

Now that I look back at it, I realize that I’d lashed out at him because I was scared of what I might discover about myself. I felt like hitting myself for treating Josh that way. He was probably my only sincere friend, someone who didn’t see me as just a wealthy congressman’s son. When – if – I ever got out of prison, I would try to make it up to him, I thought. Who was I kidding? I’d never have the nerve to face up to him after what I’d done. I’d even refused to listen when my mom had tried to reconcile us. Of course she had no idea why we’d stopped being friends.

I must have drifted off to sleep.

I was in a dark alley, lit only by the flash of blue and red lights. I stared at my hands, which were stained dark crimson.

“Get away from him and put your hands up.”

“I didn’t do it. You’ve got to believe me.”

“You heard me. Put your hands up, slowly.”

“It wasn’t me!” I backed away.

“Stand still.” The policeman grabbed my hands behind my back and snapped on the handcuffs. I struggled and ...

… woke up. I was in my prison cell. For a moment, I stared at my hands, half-expecting them to be bloodstained. They weren’t, of course. I couldn’t sleep; my chest still felt constricted. I got off the bed, careful not to wake Caleb who was fast asleep. I watched his chest rise and fall with his breathing.

I wandered aimlessly in the small cell, looking through the window to see the moonlit yard. I looked down. The drawer in which Caleb kept his things was partially open. I could see the book he’d been reading earlier. Curious to see what he’d been reading, I picked it up.

The dim light showed the gold words embossed on the leather, ‘The Holy Bible’. I was surprised; Caleb didn’t seem like the particularly religious type. I was about to put it back, when I realized the pages were uneven. On closer examination, I discovered it was because there were papers stuffed into the book. I pulled one of them out and froze.

It was a newspaper cutting. Framed next to the headline was my photo!

To be continued …​

Coming up next: Caleb reveals his true motivations. Harrison gets a couple of visitors in prison.

 

[arogersb]

Thank you for all your compliments!

The chapter that I just posted (see above) was a bit tedious to write, hence the delay. I could visualize everything, but when it came to putting it into words I ran into some problems. I appreciate your feedback. Expect the next chapter soon - all will be revealed!

BW, Justin

 

[harry113]

Thanks Justin. This is a great tale .... developing very nicely!
Hugs
Harry

 

[Craiger]

Well, Justin, I really like your visualizations! You have certainly been able to convey them to us. Very well written. I look forward to the new chapter.

Craiger