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?
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My First Year in Prison
Chapter 4: A teddy-bear and a spider web
A river of dicks, of all sizes, of all shapes, and of all colours. That's all I could see as I was waiting for my turn to go take a shower in the crowded space.
One third of the prison, the entire District 2 to which I belonged to, was supposed to shower between 6 and 8 am unless we would get some special authorizations to shower during the day. Most likely, if you would get there after 7am, the water would be freezing cold, before that, you would have a chance to enjoy a somewhat lukewarm shower.
This is why at 6:40 am, dozens of naked guys were scrambling to get to one of the eight shower heads available.
To say that there was no intimacy in there would be a euphemism. I had shared communal bathrooms during my time in college but there were stalls back then, and the place was welcoming ten, maybe twelve guys top, each morning.
In California State Prison, it was a whole-other story.
The shower heads were placed under the decrepit ceiling. You could regulate the pressure of the water, but you could not reach or budge the shower heads. There was no stall whatsoever but worse than this, or better than this - depending on your point of view -, you were most likely showering in front of an audience.
No walls, no curtains, nothing, the communal space was divided into three areas which were only separated by a few benches and lockers, there were the showers in the middle, the "drying off area" with some faucets behind, and the area near the entrance where everyone would gather, waiting for a shower head to be available.
Everything was out in the open. And I mean, "everything"!
When we got in with Xander and Fernando, passing through the gym space to get there, the door was wide open and a crowd of maybe fifteen guys were already waiting for their turns, all of them naked or semi naked.
The guards Falcon and Davis were the only men dressed in there, supervising the operation from the sides and yelling at the guys who would spend too much time washing or drying themselves.
Before this little crowd, no less than nine guys were using the showers, as if they were presenting a stage show to the others. Two Asian guys were using the same shower head at the extreme right of the room.
I was semi expecting a drag queen to come out and host while the hot strippers would twerk for me!
To be fair, maybe I was the only one minding so much about seeing other guys in the nude. Most of the other inmates did not seem to give a single care. They were yawning or chatting lightly with each other while they were waiting.
Once a shower spot would open, they would take off their briefs and tank tops (if they were still wearing them), hoped in the shower quickly, and then dried themselves. The whole process was taking roughly five minutes for each inmate.
I definitely was not that cool about it, and as per usual, I was stressing myself out.
What if someone caught me staring? What if I got a hard on? What if they commented on my body while I was showering?
As soon as we entered the communal space, Fernando removed his white briefs even though we were basically all touching each other.
It was not a surprise: the guy did not seem capable of wearing any piece of clothing unless it was absolutely mandatory. He put a towel over his shoulder but let his big dick hanging freely.
I was staying behind with Xander, both in our briefs. I was so nervous that I was no longer hard. That was probably for the best!
I vaguely recognized some faces from the day before but everything was still very new to me. Also, don't you think that everyone kind of looks different in the nude?
Glenn, the ginger guy who was making tons of inappropriate comments at me the day before, was drying off and I caught a glimpse of his orange pubes and rather small cock. Pope was waiting for his turn, a towel around his waist, his thick black pubic hair poking out of it. He bump-fisted Fernando, Xander and I when we came in. Maybe I was part of their team now?
Judging by the guys who were showering, I had the living proof that black guys were generally well endowed, one of them was pissing in the drain (a drain that I was about to use!) and his dick looked like an actual eggplant. The guy next to him was clearly semi hard as he was soaping his dick.
Was it normal for guys to get hard in there? He did not seem to worry about it.
But damn, I was not supposed to look! I tried to focus my attention on the other side of the room, but they were naked guys there as well! What was I supposed to do, stare at the ceiling?
I heard a few people gathering behind me, newcomers also waiting for their turns. I did not dare to look at them, I was like paralyzed being surrounded by so much testosterones. I had never been much of an athlete or a "locker room" kind of guy, this type of manly atmosphere was as traumatic as it was arousing for me.
I know, I would have to get used to it sooner or later if I were to survive prison.
I saw Pope putting his towel aside, revealing his big black cock and getting under the water. I got the confirmation of what I saw the day before at the gym, he was cut and he was (very) large. As much as I tried, I must say it was almost impossible not to glance at Pope's huge muscular body under the shower. He was soaping his pecs, his armpits, and then the huge meat between his legs. The man looked delicious. His balls particularly caught my attention, they seemed full. Yummy!
I came back to earth when someone pushed me to pass before me in the sort of line we were forming. He was naked, his dick touched my thigh as he moved. A skinny white guy with long hair.
"Back off, Frenchy." Said Xander.
"What do you want, Dantons?" Snapped back the guy in a strong French accent. He had lost a bunch of his teeth. The few remaining ones were yellow.
Xander did not back down:
"We were here before you, asshole."
"Come on, your little friend did not seem to mind that I passed him. And look at him, he's enjoying the view, he is checking my little French ass!"
To prove that I was staring at him, the guy nicknamed Frenchy kind of bent over his ass. Some of the other inmates giggled. Fuck! I certainly did not want to be involved in this.
"I'm not...." I started to explain but Xander cut me off.
"Look man, nobody wants to see your dirty ass, now get behind."
