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DOING HARD TIME
~ 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 . . .
Part 4 to follow soon. Do let me know what you think!