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 17: To love and to cherish you...
With age, I have learned to always listen to my guts. I have found that those were always right.
The day of Xander's wedding, my morning literally started with multiple pukes in our shared toilets. That should have been a clear sign.
For the first time in months, we had been authorized to drink the night before and we were all feeling like shit. I thought this was the reason I had this strong feeling that I would be better off, just staying in bed all day. I did not want to get up or do anything.
Something was wrong. I felt it. I knew it.
But this was Xander's big day and I ignored my guts.
Would things have turned out differently if I had stayed in bed? Maybe they would have, maybe not.
Writing these couple of chapters will probably be the hardest thing I will ever have to write. Going back into the worst day of my life, to the fear, the pain, the trauma. But as I thought it was important to retell the day when I came out in college (in the worst possible circumstances) and got hit by a freaking car, I have to tell this story too.
Both events shaped me into who I am today.
It had all started so well. It was even strange how the previous night had gone almost perfectly!
Xander was unanimously liked in the prison and the guards had accepted to let Ralph and I organize a big bachelor's party in the cafeteria.
Of course, this was nothing fancy, but we all had been authorized to drink a couple of beers each and, in order to appease the tension between the groups (not to say, the "gangs"), everyone had been treated the same way. Friends of Xander or not, all convicts were invited and could enjoy half of a pizza and a beer.
I was expecting it to be chaos but somehow, it just worked. Well, it was chaos for sure, but the good kind!
Some of the guys did not actively participate, Romano, his bitch Kim, as well as Bianchi, left early, but that was ok, they let the others have their fun. Of course, I learned later that they were busy elsewhere, they were finding new channels to get drugs inside the prison's walls, but I will come back to that.
Tension had been building up for a few months but that evening, it was like everyone needed to have one night off, a truce if you will. We had planned various surprises but I was particularly excited for the act I had been preparing with Ralph for the past few weeks.
It all started when Xander complained that the real downside of getting married in prison would be no stripper at his bachelor's party. Ralph and I made it our mission to change that.
And just like that, unknowingly to Xander, we approached some of the guys to convince them to form a strip band, Magic Mike Style. I may have been a little more excited than Ralph by this prospect but the bodybuilder happily went along. He was way more convincing than me to get our mates to participate.
Seven guys from our little group actually volunteered and we had a lot of fun planning the "show". I just had to ignore the constant homophobic jokes and banters during our secret meetings to plan the surprise. I mean, as long as I had my eye candy and could assist to the training sessions, I was good.
The guards Davis, Falcon and Foster were aware of our plan and were there to make sure things would not get out of hands. But in fact, deeper in the night, Davis and Falcon were the ones encouraging things to get even wilder!
Once we had drunk our beers and everyone had already loosened up a bit, we sat Xander on a chair in the middle of the cafeteria. Roughly a hundred inmates were standing or sitting, forming a huge circle around him.
Guard Davis was our main accomplice and he came with a stereo. We blindfolded Xander with a t-shirt, he was getting kind of nervous. Once he could no longer see a thing, seven guys walked in the middle of the circle, giggling like children: Fernando, Pope, Ray and his son Trevor, Ralph, Big Pepe and Kurtis. The other inmates were applauding and hissing. The guards were laughing too.
My role in all of that? Well, I was supposed to be the host, presenting the "Magic Seven" to the crowd and to Xander.
"Welcome to the biggest show of the year!" I said, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. Most of the guys did not hear me or pay attention, people were shouting and yelling too much. Kurtis who was standing next to me came to my rescue.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, GUYS! SHOW IS ABOUT TO START!"
Someone shouted one last "woo woo", but it worked, the crowd calmed down. Will had stayed within the audience, he winked at me. I cleared my throat.
"As I was saying, welcome to the biggest and most outrageous show of the year!"
They were some more applause but now, the inmates were listening. It was not like we were having tons of entertainment in this hell of a place, so even this silly strip show felt like the freaking Oscar to us. Shit, this was nerve wracking, but so fun at the same time.
I interviewed my blindfolded cellmate, oblivious to much of what was going on:
"Xander, have you not been dreaming about having a Bachelor Party full of nasty strippers?"
"You damn know that I have!" He replied, smiling like a kid on Christmas' morning.
Fernando moved his pelvis back and forth right next to Xander's face and the whole crowd laughed. Of course, Xander had no idea why. Inspired, Pope pretended he was about to give the bachelor a blowjob. I was flustered but kept going.
"Well, you are in luck, Xan! We have found the best strippers of the country! They are called the Magic Seven and believe it or not, they have agreed to come all the way down to the Southern California State Prison to give you their best performance."
Some more hissing and some more laughter. At this point, the guys were flexing next to me, especially Ralph who was even kissing his huge biceps. They were still wearing their undershirt, dirty trousers, trainers and socks but this was about to change. Kurtis was a bit more reserved than the others but he was there, ready to strip down as well.
Just like the others, it was Ralph who convinced Kurtis to join in. At first, I thought that this was a bit out of character for Kurtis to expose himself in that way but I guess he had always been a team player. Thinking of which, he was mostly shy with sharing his feeling, not his anatomy...
"The Magic Seven, what the hell is that?" Xander asked, semi laughing as well.
"Well, I guess it is time for you to find out!" I announced.
I gave Guard Davis the sign and he launched the notorious "you can leave your hat on" track. Everyone understood what that meant. Let the show begin!
The guys had rehearsed some sort of a choreography but they clearly were not on point. They were supposed to do the same hip moves and took off their tops at the same time but it was just a whole mess. Some undressed, some did not, nobody took off the blindfold from Xander and the guys were dancing more like the Village People than Channing Tatum in Magic Mike. Pathetically hot.
I was surprised to see how Ray and Trevor were comfortable with each other, taking their clothes off next to one another, I would never have done such a thing with my dad but they were having the time of their lives.
I guess that pretending to be professional strippers in a prison facility is one way to bond with family!
I was the one to take the blindfolds off from Xander's eyes while the seven guys were now in front of him, bending over to show their asses. That was a part of the choreography they did remember. The strip had only begun, they were all still wearing their pants.
"Fuck, Hell no!" Xander reacted when he realized that he had seven pair of male bums before him. The hissing of the other inmates was louder than ever.
The music was still blasting off in the background and from this point on, the performance really got naughty.
Ralph ripped out his shirt with his hands revealing his large chest, sweaty pecs and abs. Kurtis took off his top as well and threw it on Xander's face. Fernando and Big Pepe were both already shirtless and did a weird move together, rubbing their asses against one another. Trevor and Ray were at the respective left and right end of the line slowly taking off their shirts not realizing they were doing the exact same move.
Like father, like son!
Pope was already in the process of throwing his sneakers in the air, one almost hit Falcon in the face. Xander was semi covering his eyes, semi pretending to throw bills at the strippers. Fernando got closer and put Xander's hands on his hairy belly and then closer to his crotch. The crowd was going wild!
To avoid disturbing the show, I had moved a bit on the side and was no longer centre stage, but I was still front row and enjoying every second of it. Glenn was practically drooling not far away from me.
The song "Pony" had replaced "you can leave your hat on", and the guys were pretending to hump Xander, or each other, in the lewdest positions that you can imagine. I had gone to my fair share of gay clubs in L.A. and then San Francisco, but nothing can top the sexual energy of straight horny inmates in a constant state of blue balls.
Pope and Fernando were already in boxer briefs (the bulge sported by Pope was INSANE), but too much stuff was going on at the same time and I had trouble to follow.
My eyes were going back and forth between the guys but they did stay a little while longer on Kurtis who was pretending to fuck the floor, grinding like a professional stripper. Of course, he was the best at it.
Damn, I wish I was the floor right at this moment. Fucking grind on me, Kurtis Jensen!
I really did miss my shot with that guy. Sensuality was pretty much exulting out of him 24/7 but that was when he was not even trying! When he did put on a show, it was just extraordinary. The way Kurtis was moving his pelvis, his hips, flexing his biceps and his perfectly shaped body, taking off his clothes... I was hard of course, but I could even feel my ass twitching, as if my hole was recognizing its rightful owner.
Will looked jealous, he could be!
My eyes went back to Xander for a few seconds, Ray was giving him a very lewd lap dance while Trevor was taking Xander's shirt off.
"Guys!!" Xander was yelling while laughing hysterically,
Was it a feverish dream or was it really happening? I thought it was a good thing I was not in Xander's place, I would never have been able to contain my excitement and would have probably wet my pants, stuck in the middle of a sandwich between father and son.
It was at this point that all the pants started to get thrown in the air and Ralph smacked his huge muscular ass (still covered by his boxer though) against Xander's face.
