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 23: Choose me
312 days. 311 nights. And finally, it was over.
Well, almost. Only a couple hours to go before I could leave those depressing grey walls.
Austin was the one appointed to come get me, Ryan being busy with the kids on the other side of the country.
Austin did not have a home in California yet but he had booked an hotel in Santa Barbara for a couple of nights. Afterwards, I would be going back to the East Coast to spend some time with my family.
The plan was then to move near Los Angeles and share an apartment with my former college crush.
"Former" crush. That was debatable. Austin had taken the job offered by his boss and would be staying for at least a year. With me? I had some troubles actually picturing it. It was not like I had any other plan anyway.
As you can imagine, I was very excited slash very nervous about getting out. The fact that I was released the same day as two of my closest friends in the prison, Ralph and Kurtis, was the cherry on top.
Ralph was getting picked up by "Busty Girl" and would go live with her, at least, for a little while. Her name was Mia by the way, maybe I should start calling her that and stop reducing her to the size of her boobs. I mean, to be fair, those two knockers were a big part of her personality.
Ralph had already a plan about starting an Onlyfans page with her, Mia was apparently psyched by the idea.
Great rehabilitation after prison, I thought.
For Kurtis, it had been all so sudden that he did not have time to prepare for his release. He wanted to reconnect with his parents after the tragedy they had all gone through, - he had been the one to ask them not to visit him in prison -, but that was a difficult thing to do and he wanted to take some days by himself before reaching out to them.
I spontaneously proposed that he should stay with me, and therefore with Austin, while we were still in California.
The call I made to Austin the day before the big release (no pun intended) was a bit awkward.
"You want me to pick up your prison boyfriend too?" He asked me, quite surprised, or rather, disappointed.
Austin knew that I had sex with an inmate, well, with the testimony, the whole world knew basically, but he had no idea that Kurtis had been authorized to get out of prison and that I intended to stay in touch with him.
"He's not my prison boyfriend." I replied, unconvincingly.
"What is he, then?"
"My... friend."
He chuckled:
"With benefits?"
"Oh, shut up, Austin. Listen, he has no one and I... I really like him. He's a cool guy and we go out on the exact same day."
"Tyler, are you really going to hold on to this guy you met in prison?"
I was annoyed by his reaction but I guess that it made sense. Why would Austin be happy to have to deal with an inmate? He was probably imagining that the guy was a crazy drug dealer or something.
I mean, Kurtis had killed someone. Before going to prison, I would probably have reacted the same way. But I was an inmate too, now. And truthfully, despite what I told to Austin, Kurtis was not just a friend.
After a few minutes talking, Austin understood that it meant a lot for me and he made sure to book two bedrooms for the hotel. He also promised that he would be nice to Kurtis. Austin was the type of guys to get along with everyone so I did not have much doubt about that.
I only thought about it once I had hung up the phone. Why did he have to change his plan in booking two rooms? His initial idea was for the both us to share a single room? Two separate beds or only one? I wondered.
The last time we had shared a hotel room together, we had sex, freaking good, rough sex. He had fucked me both in the bed and in the shower. It was nearly ten years prior. But he was not very comfortable with it afterwards.
Kurtis was also nervous about tagging along with Austin and I.
"I don't want to intrude." He whispered to me once as we were cuddling.
Weirdly, we were a bit less close since we had learned that we would be getting out together. Somehow, it was all becoming very real. In the outside world, we could actively choose to remain or not remain in contact.
Inside the prison, we would still cuddle but he did not kiss me anymore. We did not have sex either, not since the testimony. None of us talked about our plans or our feelings. I knew that I cared about him and that he cared about me and that was all that really mattered.
Would he still want me now that hundreds of guys would probably throw themselves at him? Kurtis was a gay magnet on a stick: tall, fit, hot, with that bad boy energy, coming straight out of prison.
Would I care if he left me? Were we even together to begin with?
"You won't intrude, trust me." I replied to him, getting closer to his warm body in the tiny uncomfortable bed. "It's gonna feel so good being out of here. You'll see. Austin is great."
"I know he's great, you made that pretty clear."
"Jealous?"
"Yes." He said, seriously.
I was a bit taken aback and let go of the subject. Kurtis was always so fucking real. Could not he be cynical like everyone else?
The goodbyes to the other inmates were more or less touching, that's the least that we can say. From Frenchy who showed us his dick for no apparent reason, Pope who cried his balls out, and Trevor who told me that I had become his hero since the hearing, the feelings were definitely mixed.
When we passed by his cell, Glenn thought it was a good idea to joke about the time he sucked Kurtis' cock and I snapped.
I punched him in a face, right in front of a guard!
After I delivered this very brave testimony, after I got my boyfriend, no wait, my *special friend* Kurtis out of jail, last day there, I punched a ginger guy in the face and I took three more years of prison!
