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

[geezy-g18-07]

yeah this is very good keep it up plz

[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.

[dutchguy]

I'm hooked.
Thanks and take your time.

[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

[laguy85]

Wow...this is the best gay story I've every read!!! Please don't stop.

I'm enjoying the fact that this story actually has a storyline and isn't pure erotica. keep up the great work.

[smile86]

loving this story! really interesting and hot too

[DOMSnOC]

I'm Hooked and Booked, keep it cumming.

[arogersb]

Warning: This chapter contains minimal violence.

~ Chapter 5 ~

From the Narrative of Caleb Fisher:

I awoke to find Harrison shaking my arm violently.

“Get up, you bastard! What the fuck are you playing at?” he yelled at me. Uh oh. This was not good. My glance went from his face, with wild rage in his eyes, to his hand, holding what I quickly recognized as the newspaper article about his conviction.

“You knew who I was all along, didn’t you?” He glared at me with undisguised suspicion. “Was this all some sick game to get me to sleep with you?”

Okay, I admit it – I didn’t need to ask him his name to know that he was Harrison Ridgeway. I even knew the details of the crime for which he’d been sentenced here. I’d intended to reveal everything to him, but not so soon.

But his last comment irked me. “Let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t make you sleep with me. You came on to me. Until then, I didn’t even know you had gay tendencies!” I retorted.

He fell silent, aware of the truth of my words. I’d never intended to let him give me a blowjob, but I’d been so caught up in the moment that I let my lust get the better of me. It wasn’t every day a beautiful young man offered to suck you off.

Harrison quickly recovered. “That doesn’t put you in the clear. You pretended not to know who I was. And I trusted you!” he shouted.

I took a deep breath. “Now calm down and keep your voice low. You don’t want to wake up the other inmates now, do you? I’ll explain everything. But first you need to look at the front page of the book in which you found that article.”

For a second it looked like he didn’t care if he woke up anyone else. Then begrudgingly he picked up the bible from where he’d tossed it on top of the cabinet. He opened the cover and stared at the name written on it.

“Caroline Spencer,” he read softly. He looked at me in disbelief. “Aunt Carol?” he asked.

I nodded. He sat down heavily on my bunk.

“How …” his voice cracked. “How is it you have her bible?”

“I was her brother. Her son gave it to me when she died,” I told him.

Harrison looked at me, stunned. “Her son … you mean Josh, don’t you?”

Again I nodded. “Joshua is my nephew.”


From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

I could have handled any explanation that Caleb might have given me, but not the one that he actually did. I suppose I should have realized it sooner. It wasn’t coincidental that I’d been reminded of Josh twice that day. There was a physical resemblance between Josh and his uncle. Well, Josh’s hair was curly and black, but that aside, their facial features were similar. And there was the fact that Caleb had called me by the nickname only Josh used, ‘Harry’. He’d even let slip that he knew he was exactly twice my age, which was impossible since I’d never told him mine and people generally assumed I was younger.

“When Joshua found out you’d be incarcerated in this prison, he asked me to protect you. He’s still in love with you, you know. Always has been, despite how you treated him the one time he tried to tell you. He doesn’t know that you aren’t completely straight.” Caleb gave me a piercing gaze.

I wished I could sink into the ground. If I’d felt guilty about how I’d treated Josh earlier, my guilt was now multiplied by a thousand times. I realized how stupid I’d been, shutting Josh out of my life and making friends with the wrong people instead.

“I didn’t know,” I whispered. It sounded like a lame excuse, even to me. “I didn’t want to know.”

Caleb looked at me in revulsion. “You know what I told him, when he asked me to protect you? I told him he was an idiot to still think the best of you, after what you’d done to get you in here in the first place. I didn’t even know then that you were so deep in the closet, you would beat up an innocent guy just to protect your secret.”

Caleb’s words served to make me feel worse about myself than I already did. He was right. It was my fault that an innocent guy was laying near death in some hospital. But he didn’t know the full story.

“Caleb, I know you’re disgusted with me …”

He cut in. “It’s not so much you I’m disgusted with. I’m also appalled with myself. I let myself get carried away with you.”

“Caleb, please listen to me. What happened with Josh … you’re right about that. I lashed out at him, because I couldn’t face the truth myself. But about the other guy, Dean … that’s where you’re wrong. I never hurt him. Well, at least not enough to land him in hospital.”

I took a deep breath and began the story:

I was hanging out in a bar with my friends. By friends, I mean my girlfriend, that is, ex-girlfriend’s brother, Michael and his buddies. We were busy watching the basketball game on TV. But I noticed this guy, who kept looking at me. I didn’t know it then, but his name was Dean Winters. He was my age. I could tell he was attracted to me.

It was uncomfortable. I mean, he wasn’t bad-looking or anything, but I knew there was going to be trouble if my friends saw this going on. They were a bunch of homophobes, and the only reason they let me hang out with them was because I was the (straight) boyfriend of Michael’s younger sister, Melissa.

I tried to ignore Dean’s glances in my direction and concentrated on the game. My worst fears were realized when Michael nudged me. “See that guy over there – he’s been staring at you all night.”

“No, really?” I said weakly.

“You’d better teach him not to stare before he tries anything, eh?”

“C’mon Mike, I’m sure it’s nothing,” I said.

Michael looked at me condescendingly. “What’s wrong, Harrison? Scared of that gay bastard? I’m sure you don’t want me to tell Melissa her boyfriend’s a sissy.”

There was no way out of it. Damn them, I thought, looking around. I saw Dean heading towards the restroom at the back of the bar.

“Here’s your chance – go confront that SOB for staring at you,” said Michael, pushing me in front of him. I reluctantly walked to the restroom. Michael’s friends were following close behind. When the restroom door opened, Dean came out. He smiled to see me, but his smile faded when he saw Michael behind me.

“Outside,” said Michael, opening the back door that led out into the alley. Dean looked scared. Michael gave him a shove out the door. Dean stumbled over the steps and almost tripped.

“Look, guys,” he said in a shaky voice. “I don’t know what I did to piss you off but I’m sorry.”

“Our friend here doesn’t appreciate being ogled at by faggots,” said Michael, putting his hands on my shoulders. I was feeling more than a little worried now. “Harrison, tell him.”

“Um … yeah, I don’t like to be stared at,” I told Dean. He looked relieved, and as a matter of fact so was I. Now they’d let him go and forget all about this.

“Okay, I’m really sorry – I promise I won’t do it again.” He turned to go. Michael’s arm snaked out and grabbed his shoulder.

“Not so fast! Harrison here is going to teach you a lesson for staring.”

The fear returned to haunt his face. “Come on guys, I said I’m sorry.”

Michael looked at me. “You’re not letting this go like that, are you? Geez, assert your rights man.”

“It’s okay, I don’t really mind …” I let my voice trail off, realizing what I’d said.

“You don’t mind?” Michael wasn’t the only one staring at me; his friends were too. I realized I had to act fast to defuse this situation before they suspected me of being gay. I looked at Dean and apologized silently for having to do this.

“Of course I mind! Keep your eyes to yourself!” I said angrily, and threw a punch at Dean’s face. He reeled backwards and probably would have fallen if not for Michael’s grip on his shoulder. I saw the hurt look on his face and felt guilty when I saw that he had a split lip. Anyway they’d let him go now, so that would be the end of it. I was horribly wrong.

“You gays need to be taught a lesson,” said Michael. Suddenly, he punched the poor guy in the gut. As he doubled over, the other guys joined in the melee. Dean was crouched on the ground, trying to protect his face with his hands.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to tell them to stop, but was afraid they’d accuse me of sympathizing with gays. But the decision was taken out of my hands when they heard the distant wail of police sirens.

“Come on, let’s get out of here!” yelled Michael, dragging me with him.

“You can’t just leave him there like that!” I shouted at him. He stared at me in disbelief, and just shoved me aside before running for his car.

I wanted to follow after him, when I heard a choked cry. I looked back to see Dean’s motionless body lying on the ground. I couldn’t just leave him. I hurried to bend over his body. I winced when I saw the damage they’d done to him – five guys on one.

He was still conscious, but barely. He looked at me and the expression on his face was heart-wrenching. I realized he was choking and tried to raise his head. I stopped when I felt something wet and sticky. I slowly removed my palms from under his head and stared at them. They were stained with his blood.

I didn’t realize the police had arrived until I heard the officer order me to get away from the body.

“And that’s what really happened,” I concluded my story. I couldn’t face Caleb. I didn’t know if he believed me or not. After all, the jury hadn’t.

There was silence. Then Caleb said, “Harry.”

To be continued …

Coming up next: Harrison gets his first visit in prison.

Feedback on this chapter is much needed, particularly because of the gay-bashing scene at the end. I don't support it, and the only reason it's in this story is to raise awareness that it is quite rampant even in our supposedly "civilized" society. Don't worry, Dean doesn't die. Further elaboration will come in the next chapter.

[mexamor]

Wow, a great story. I just love this story and the depth to it. Thank you so much for a multidimentional tale that draws my heart and emotions.

[harry113]

Thanks Justin .... a sad & sorry tale!! but unfortunately still too common.
As harrison said, five on one .... so very brave.. NOT!
Excellent chapter
Harry

[slutpaul]

i cannot wait for the rest of the story keep up the good writing mate

[Craiger]

Great chapter, Justin. When will society learn to be tolerant of others. The major thing that bothers me about the intolerance is the so much of it comes from those that tout their religious convictions. It seems "love thy neighbor" means love only those that you like and to hell with the rest. Hopefully, the day will come when this will change but I won't hold my breath.

Eagerly awaiting the next installment.

Craiger

[arogersb]

I'm glad that you all enjoyed Chapter 5 and didn't get any wrong impressions from it. The darkest part of this story is almost over; although there are still some serious notes in the forthcoming chapters.

I am currently busy writing Chapter 6 and hope to post it VERY soon. In the meantime though, I'd like to know how this revelation has affected your opinion of Harrison. Do you still see him as a conflicted character you can sympathize with? Unlike my previous story, where the protagonist was clearly the "good" guy, Harrison has some "gray" areas.

Also an important announcement: The next chapter or the one after that will be the conclusion of Part I of this story; but rest assured, I will return with Part II after a "short" hiatus. (By short, it could be any time from 2 days to a month!)

[badboybad]

Great story. Please write more story.

[harry113]

Craiger, you are so right ( How about 'Judge not lest ye be judged' and 'Take the beam from thine own eye to better see the mote in thy brother's eye' )
'Religion promotes evil' all over the world. I am afraid you are right, it won't change anytime soon.
I would say that Harrison's saving grace was that he stayed with the guy to help him; I hope the guy tells the police what happened when he is better
Please continue Justin !!!
I don't like hiatii, please make it 2days rather than 2 months!!
Hugs
Harry

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 6 ~

From the Narrative of Caleb Fisher:

I didn’t know what to say when Harrison concluded his story. When I’d first laid eyes on him, I’d doubted that he could have committed the crime he was accused of. Even knowing that the jury had already convicted him, it was impossible to imagine Harrison brutalizing anyone.

I know I should have doubted his version of events. I wouldn’t have been the first. Yet for some reason I was drawn to believe him.

“Harry … I’m sorry I overreacted just now. It’s just that … I thought what if it had been Joshua in that guy’s position …”

Harrison looked up, horrified. “I would never have physically hurt Josh. I didn’t mean to hurt him at all … but I was scared, like you said.” He sniffed. “I deserve to be stuck in here.”

“No.” I said it so vehemently that he looked at me in surprise. “Harry, you don’t deserve to be in here for a crime you didn’t commit. Michael and his friends should be the ones in here.”

“I hit that guy too, Caleb. Not hard enough to cause any serious damage. But I stood by letting them beat him unconscious. I should’ve done something, and I didn’t.” He put his head in his hands and started crying.

“You stayed behind … to help him. Your friends just ran off. You could be proud of that.”

Harrison smiled bitterly. “My friends – that’s what I thought they were. But you know what Melissa told me, after I’d been arrested? I wouldn’t get a harsh sentence. My dad would be able to use his influence to get me a lighter one. So I should stick to her brother’s version of events. She never loved me – just my dad’s money and political clout. And her brother Michael was the same.”

I felt sorry for him. He’d made the wrong decision in friends and it had come back to stab him in the back in the worst possible way.

“Didn’t you tell all this in court? Surely they didn’t just believe whatever Michael said.”

Again he smiled a bitter smile. “It wasn’t just Michael. There were his four friends – they supported his version, of course. The bartender who reported the fight to the police only saw the beginning of it – me punching Dean in the face. And the patrol officer who responded to the call found me with blood on my hands. Even if Dean wasn’t in a coma, I’m not sure he would have helped exonerate me, after what I did.”

I saw the hopelessness of it. It was an open-and-shut case. Small wonder it had taken the jury such a short time to come up with a guilty verdict and a recommendation for the maximum sentence.
“Okay, but how come your father didn’t do anything? I mean, he is a congressman.”

Harrison laughed hollowly. “You didn’t read the statement his office made, did you?” I shook my head. Harrison quoted, “I am deeply saddened and shocked that a bigot could have been raised in my household. Somewhere along the line, something went wrong.”

He paused and added, “He effectively disowned me. He has a re-election coming up and couldn’t afford to lose his gay-friendly voters.”

I was shocked that a father could do such a thing to his own son. Did he really expect to win over votes that way? I wouldn’t have voted for him; but then, I knew something the voting populace didn’t – Harrison Ridgeway IV wasn’t the guilty one.

“What about your mother?” I asked.

Harrison’s face visibly brightened. “Mom’s always been a dear. She, and my sister Phoebe, were among the few people who refused to believe that I was guilty, even though I never told them the whole story.” Then his expression darkened. “They had to sedate her when she heard about the sentence. I brought that upon her. More than anything, I blame myself for putting her through the strain of the trial.”

I saw that he was upset. He was obviously very close to his mother. But I knew there was something I had to say. “Your mom and sister weren’t the only ones who believed in your innocence, Harry. Joshua did too. He told me there was no way you would have done that.”

He looked at me, his blue eyes glistening with tears. “Why does he, when so many others don’t? Especially after what I did to him.”

“He loves you,” I said simply. He told me that you were his first crush, and one that would stay with him forever, even if you can’t reciprocate his love.”

Harrison looked ashamed. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I treated Josh that way.”

“You’ll have the chance to tell him yourself,” I told him. “When you get out of here.”

Harrison said bitterly, “If I ever get out of here.”

I put my arm around his shoulders. “I won’t let anything happen to you – I promise. And you’ll be out of here sooner than you think. I suggest you get some sleep now. We’ll continue this tomorrow, or rather today.”

“Okay,” he said, and lay down on the bunk. Then he looked at me, shyly. I knew what he wanted. I lay down beside him. He put his head on my chest and snuggled next to me. He must have been tired out. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep. I watched his chest rise and fall with his breathing. It was a beautiful sight.

It was with a heavy heart I extricated myself from under him and went to my own bunk to catch some sleep before morning arrived.


From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

When I awoke, the sunlight was just filtering through the tiny cell window.

“Rise and shine,” said Caleb, who was already awake and dressed.

“Good morning.” I smiled at him. For the first time since I’d come to prison, I had hope. I reached up to kiss him on the cheek. He looked surprised at first, but then he smiled.

The day passed in prison routine. I had little opportunity to talk to Caleb. There were various classes teaching living skills to the inmates. I was glad to see Mitch and the other inmates stayed their distance when they saw me with Caleb.

It was only when we had some time alone in the yard that Caleb told me the rest of the story. Josh’s parents had died in a car crash almost two years ago. I hadn’t known that because I was in university across the country. I had to control myself from crying again. One part of me mourned Uncle John and Aunt Carol, as I’d called Josh’s parents. The other half felt strongly for Josh, who I knew would have been devastated by their deaths, especially since he had no siblings. I regretted not being there for Josh. And yet he was still there to help me out when I needed it most.

Caleb added that Josh had dropped out of college to run his father’s hardware store. I knew it must have been a difficult decision for him to give up his dreams of becoming an architect. Josh was extremely talented in art.

Caleb was less restricted around me now that everything was out in the open. Truth be told, I was relieved too. It was a great load off my chest to share it with someone.

That night, after lights out, Caleb was standing at the window when I approached him. Silently I knelt down and reached for his pants. I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Are you sure you want to? I’m not sure we should.”

“Don’t you want it?” I asked him. I knew he did want it.

“It’s just that … I’m not sure.”

I grinned in spite of myself. “I’m the one who should be unsure, and I no longer am. Now don’t say another word.” I pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. Just seeing his cock made me get a hard-on. That was the final incontrovertible proof that I was completely and utterly gay. For some reason, this revelation didn’t perturb me as much as it should have, considering I’d spent most of my life denying it. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock whole.

This time around I could tell I was doing a better job. Caleb’s moans of pleasure told me as much. I didn’t know it was possible for the giver of a blowjob to derive as much enjoyment as I did. I liked making him moan. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a movement. Shit, it was Mitch, looking into our cell from across the passage. Could he see much, I wondered? It was quite dark. I couldn’t stop now. I looked up at Caleb. He’d noticed our silent spectator as well.

“Let’s give him a show, shall we?” he whispered. I nodded wordlessly as he increased the velocity of my face-fucking. He was close to an orgasm, I could tell. At the critical point, he pulled himself out of my mouth and sprayed my face with cum. There was an ample amount of it. Some of it streamed off my face and onto my bare chest.

I heard Mitch mutter, “Holy shit.” Caleb knelt down and trailed a finger in his own cum coating my face. “Lick this up, bitch,” he ordered, secretly winking at me. I was so turned on by this display for Mitch, that my cock was straining hard against my boxers.

“Enjoyed the show, Mitch?” asked Caleb. I was amazed to see a hardened criminal like Mitch blush with embarrassment.

“Damn Caleb, I didn’t know that bitch could do that. I almost regret giving him up to you.”

“This bitch is mine,” warned Caleb.

Mitch put up his hands in surrender. “You’ve pretty much proven that, man.”

“He’s gone back to sleep,” Caleb whispered to me. I knew I was a sight to behold, with cum dripping down my face. He noticed my hard-on. “You need some help with that?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he had me on the bed, with my boxers around my ankles and his hand firmly pumping away at my cock. No one had ever jerked me off before.

He didn’t have to do it for long; I was so horny by that time that I was cumming within minutes. Exhausted and spent, I lay on the bunk panting heavily. Caleb leaned over me to give me a kiss.

“You know, this isn’t just for Josh. I like having you as my bitch,” he grinned. Covered in cum as I was, I certainly felt like a bitch. But that didn’t matter, because for the first time I was actually enjoying myself in here.

***

A week went by. There was little variation in our daily prison routine, or our nightly rituals. Mitch turned out to be a voyeur who enjoyed watching me bring Caleb to a climax. He never tried to lay a finger on me after that night. In private, Caleb would return the favor.

It was on my eighth day of incarceration that I got my first visit in prison. The guard led me to the room, warning me that there could be no physical contact between us. I knew that was going to be hard, when I saw the woman sitting at the opposite side.

Her perfectly-coiffed red hair and immaculate dress looked completely out of place in that grim setting. Her blue eyes, so like my own, filled with tears as soon as she saw me approach, dressed in prison-issue clothing.

I picked up the phone and tried to get past the lump in my throat.

“Hi, Mom.”

To be continued …

Coming up next: Harrison has a chat with his mother. An unexpected piece of news rekindles hope, but will everything work out for Harrison? Stay tuned to find out, in the last chapter of Part I.

(Please continue to give feedback. Thank you.)

[harry113]

Thanks Justin.
Very well told!!
I hope things work out, and he links up with Josh!! But what about Caleb??
Hugs
Harry

[Craiger]

Hey Justin,

You are now one of the elite Master Storytellers on JUB. We can see now the real Harrison, even with his errors from the past, which, in reality we all have, and how he is becoming a more mature person. Thanks to Caleb he will survive this portion of his life. Thanks for that chapter and look forward to the last installment of Part I.

Craiger

[GrayFox]

You have me hooked! Your writing is very believable!

[Ohiospeedo]

Justin - I was just curious. I thought I had read this story on nifty a while ago. Did you post this story there?

[arogersb]

Justin - I was just curious. I thought I had read this story on nifty a while ago. Did you post this story there?

No, this is the only place I've posted this story so far. I've never been to Nifty before, so I don't know the story you're talking about. You mean there's one that combines all the different elements of my story the same way I have? I mean, it's possible that some of the common elements will repeat themselves, but surely not in the same composition that I have written. If you could point out the story you're referring to, I'd like to check it out.

And please, don't suspect me of plagiarism!!! I'm only 19, I don't want to go to prison, in a case of life imitating art, lol.

Justin

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 7 ~

From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

“Harrison.” Mom said my name sadly. For a moment we both didn’t say anything.

Then I smiled and told her, “You look beautiful, mom.” For a woman about to celebrate her fiftieth birthday, Marcia Ridgeway certainly didn’t look her age.

But far from being reassuring, my words made Mom burst into tears.
Worried, I tried to reassure her. “Mom, it’s okay. I’m fine. See, I’m not hurt in any way.” I mustered a smile.

Mom looked at me in disbelief. “How can you talk like that, Harrison? I have to talk to my son from the other side of a thick glass window, as if you were some criminal. Even though I know you could never do anything to hurt anyone.”

I looked down. Mom always believed the best of me. Even when Dad complained my grades weren’t up to scratch, Mom would always stick up for me. It was hard to meet my father’s expectations, not for lack of trying. And I know she’d taught me to stand up for what’s right. I’d failed her when I punched that guy and stood by while the others beat him up.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said hoarsely. “I’m sorry I made you come here. You shouldn’t have.”

Mom looked at me, blinking back her tears. “Harrison, you’re my youngest child. I would come to see you no matter what.”

“You … you didn’t come alone?” I asked.

Mom knew what I meant by that question. “Phoebe said she’d come and visit you soon. What with the baby and the hospital, she couldn’t make it. Your father …” Mom paused. Then smiling brightly, she added, “You know he’s busy with his campaign. He said he’ll try to make it here soon as well.”

She was lying, I knew that. Dad couldn’t afford to be seen visiting his gay-bashing son in prison. It wasn’t a matter of principle to him; he certainly didn’t sympathize with “those fucking queers”, as he called them. He was more concerned the effect it would have on his re-election campaign. Had I really spent my whole life trying to please a man who could toss me aside so easily? It would be worse if he knew I was also gay.

Mom brought my thoughts back down to earth. “Harrison, can you hear me?”

Looking at her, I thought how Mom was the innocent one in all of this. Phoebe and I doted on our mother, and made every effort to keep her happy. We’d both found out that Dad had been having an affair with his secretary for years, but we decided not to tell Mom at the risk of her suffering another anxiety attack. I wanted to hate Dad for cheating on Mom, and also for pushing me too hard, yet as hard as I tried, I couldn’t.

“I can, Mom. Please tell …” My voice cracked. I started again. “Tell Phoebe I asked about her, and Alan, and the baby. And give my regards to Dad. I’m sorry he couldn’t come.”

Tears flowed down my mother’s cheeks. “Oh Harrison, I wish you could tell them yourself. Why have they put you in here? Why can’t they see my baby would never harm anyone?” She was starting to hyperventilate and I could see the warning signs of an impending attack. I hastened to calm her down.

“Mom, please relax. Take deep breaths. Believe me when I tell you that everything’s fine with me. The only thing that’ll make me feel worse if you to have another attack caused by me.”

I knew Mom would listen to me. True enough she obeyed my instruction to take deep breaths and started to calm down.

“Mom, listen to me. I don’t want you to come down here in the future if you feel you’re going to be …” I struggled for a suitable word.

“Hysterical?” suggested Mom, managing a small smile.

“Please, Mom - I don’t want to have to find out that you had another attack while I’m in here. I won’t even get a chance to come and see you.”

“I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Then I remembered something and decided to ask her. “Mom, you know Aunt Carol and Uncle John, Josh Spencer’s parents?”

Mom looked perplexed. “Of course I knew them.” I noted her use of the past tense.

“So you know they died?”

Mom raised her eyebrows. “Harrison, I went to their funeral. Josh was inconsolable.”

“But Mom, you never told me.”

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with Josh after you had your falling-out. You got very upset when Carol and I tried to patch things up between the two of you.”

I knew Mom was right. I looked down in shame. “I should have gone to their funeral. At least for Josh’s sake.”

I could tell Mom was surprised by my sudden change of heart about Josh and wanted to find out more. But she realized that this wasn’t the right time.

“You were in the midst of your second-year exams. I didn’t want to disturb you. Josh understood when I told him.”

I knew he would have understood. Josh always did. I was the one who hadn’t understood him. I felt even less worthy of Josh’s love.


From the Narrative of Caleb Fisher:

Harrison’s mother’s visit gave me some time alone in my cell, to think over the events of the past week. In particular, what was going on in between the two of us. Damn it, Harrison was only 22. He was the right age to hook up with my gay nephew, not with a twice-married guy old enough to be his father!

He was also incredibly good-looking and boyishly earnest. Whenever I was around him, I found it hard to resist his charm. Yet I felt like I was betraying Joshua and doing Harrison a disservice. The problem was, I couldn’t tell if Harrison was in love with me, or whether he was just experimenting on his repressed sexuality. I knew I had to talk to him about this, yet every time he didn’t let me speak and distracted me by pulling down my pants.

When Harrison came back into the cell after his mother’s visit, I waited for the guard to leave before I talked to him.

“So how did it go?”

Harrison smiled sadly. “Mom’s finding it hard to cope with me being in prison. I wish I hadn’t put her in this spot.”

“It’s not your fault, Harry.”

He didn’t seem to hear me. “I asked her about Josh. She didn’t tell me about his parents’ deaths because she thought I wouldn’t want to face Josh again. And she was right. I’m a terrible person for Josh to love.”

This was the opening I’d waited for. “But do you love him?”

He looked confused. “I … I don’t know. It’s … complicated. I thought I loved Melissa, but she turned out to be a bitch. I don’t know if I’m ready to pursue another relationship, especially, well, you know – a gay one. I know Josh isn’t anything like Melissa, but … this whole thing’s new to me. Not the feelings of course, but the experience itself.”

“But you had feelings for Josh?” I asked.

“I don’t know if you could call it that. I did feel something at the time – something that scared me. But … I can’t be sure.” He looked straight at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You’re trying to break off what’s going on between us, aren’t you?”

I was thrown for a moment by the directness of his question. Then I confessed, “Yes. I just don’t think we should, well, go into love. I mean, I’m a lot older than you. You shouldn't have your first time with me. And then there’s Josh.”

“So you want sex without the romance?” I winced when he said that. Then I realized he was grinning. I couldn’t believe he was pulling my leg. He must be feeling more cheerful.

“I know what you mean, Caleb. If you’re uncomfortable, then it’s okay with me. I’ve spent my life having things my way. This,” – he gestured to the walls of the cell – “is the first time things aren’t going my way. I needed to learn that.”

Harry was growing up, I realized. He was putting other people ahead of his own needs. It brought tears to my eyes. He noticed.

“Caleb, are you okay?” he asked, looking concerned.

“I was just thinking … you’re not the kid you were when you first came here,” I said huskily. Harry blushed; his face turned a delightful shade of pink.

“Prison does that to people, I guess,” he said. “I have you to thank. You rescued me from Mitch, you showed me the ropes around here, and what you told me has changed my life.” Unexpectedly, he put his arms around me and hugged me, burying his face in my chest.

“Thanks, Papa Bear,” he told me, his voice muffled by my chest. That’s a new one, I thought – Papa Bear. I decided that I liked it, not that I was going to show it.

“Hey!” I playfully grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He looked up at me adoringly, as if I was his hero. My heart melted.

What the hell, one last kiss wouldn’t hurt, I thought, and pressed my lips against his.


From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

More time went by. Since that last kiss, Caleb and I didn’t do anything sexual. He still slept with me on my bunk at nights, always getting off when I’d fallen asleep. His presence was comforting, but I realized that he was right when he said what we had between us wasn’t love.

Mom and Phoebe visited as often as they could. Dad, however, didn’t come at all. Mom made his excuses, but even she knew I no longer believed them.

I received the unanticipated news almost exactly seven weeks after I’d been incarcerated. When I was informed there was someone to see me, I’d assumed it was either Mom or Phoebe, although it was rather soon after their last visit. So it was a surprise to find my attorney seated in the waiting room instead.

“Oh hi, Jack. I didn’t expect to see you here.” I noticed he was smiling.

“Harrison, I’m delighted to be the bearer of this good news. Dean Winters came out of his coma two days ago. The police got a statement from him and, well, let me just skip to the best part. He exonerated you and said that when you punched him, you were only defending yourself because you thought he was coming onto you. He said the other guys were the ones who seriously beat him up.”

I was speechless. I silently thanked Dean Winters for not holding any grudges against me and telling the truth. It was all I could do to keep back my tears from spilling forth. I managed to unstick my throat to say, “What does this mean?”

“Well, there’s still a case against you, but Mr. Winters doesn’t want to pursue it. In light of the fact that you’ve already served two months in maximum-security, and Mr. Winter’s testimony that you stayed behind to help him rather than try to ‘finish him off’ as the police thought, the judge could be persuaded to be lenient on you. It’s very likely that you’ll be released as soon as the retrial is over.”

This time I was really struck dumb. I was going to be free. This wasn’t the end, I knew – there were still plenty of things for me to face in the world outside the prison, but at the moment all that seemed far away. All I could think of was the sweet word that was resonating in my mind: freedom.

~ END OF PART I ~

Coming up in Part II …
Harrison may have gotten his freedom, but that’s only the beginning of his story. It isn’t a smooth journey as Harrison transitions from being the closeted son of a wealthy congressman to an independent young man who has to choose his own path in life. Stay tuned for Part II of ‘Doing Hard Time’.

I have to share some good news and some bad. The good news first: It won’t be a long wait for Part II; I hope to have Chapter 8 (I am continuing with the chapter numbering from Part I for convenience) posted by this weekend.

The bad news is: I don’t see an end in sight for this story! I’ve been plotting and plotting, and the story seems to have a life of its own. Hopefully it won’t become a never-ending soap (lol), because I have another new story “Junctions” planned as well.

Thank you for all your support and encouragement. As always, your feedback is welcomed and greatly appreciated.

~ Justin

[rick mann]

Take as long with this story as you need!!Great story telling!I cann't wait for the remainder,Thanks

[harry113]

Justin, Thank you. This is just wonderful writing.
Stories do take over when you get into them !!!
It may be that at some point you will have to end 'Doing hard Time' & then continue Harrison's story under a different title, possibly bringing Caleb into it if he gets released on parole ??
Hugs
Harry

[Craiger]

Justin,

I am sorry, but I don't think it is good news/bad news... I think it is great news. The end of the story will come when it is ready. Until then, we all anticipate the new chapters.

Also, it's nice to hear that you have another story lined up.

Craiger

[Ohiospeedo]

No, this is the only place I've posted this story so far. I've never been to Nifty before, so I don't know the story you're talking about. You mean there's one that combines all the different elements of my story the same way I have? I mean, it's possible that some of the common elements will repeat themselves, but surely not in the same composition that I have written. If you could point out the story you're referring to, I'd like to check it out.

And please, don't suspect me of plagiarism!!! I'm only 19, I don't want to go to prison, in a case of life imitating art, lol.

Justin

Ha ha...wasn't accussing you of plagiarism. Just thought that maybe you had posted this story on Nifty, and if you had, I wanted to go and read the rest of the story. Sorry if you thought I was accussing you.

[arogersb]

PART II
Home is Where the Heart Is


Author’s Note:
The characters and locales in this story are entirely fictional. All characters engaging in acts of a sexual nature are above the age of eighteen. Political and medical conditions mentioned in this story are not meant to represent actual scenarios. Harrison will continue to narrate the major part of the story, but once again there will be more than one narrator, continuing the multi-thread format of Part I.

~ Chapter 8 ~

From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

My elder sister, Phoebe, was waiting for me outside the prison, to take me home.

Home was a strange word to me now. I’d spent my university years across the country, returning home for holidays only when I couldn’t avoid it, and even then just for Mom’s sake. Now after two months in a prison cell, the opulence of the mansion in which I’d grown up seemed alien to me.

I replayed images of my final moments in the prison.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay without me?” I asked.

Caleb grinned. “I’ve spent almost nine years in here without you; you think I can’t handle myself?”

“It’s not that. I was just … worried, you know, that …”

He cut me off. “My next cellmate won’t be as accommodating as you?”

I blushed, eliciting another cheeky grin from Caleb. Then more seriously, he said, “You don’t need to worry about me, Harry. What you need to do now is concentrate on getting your life back together. You still need to have relationships with guys your own age.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that. In here, I could be myself, but out there … it’s a different story.”

Caleb looked sad and understanding. “Promise me that you’ll at least try? That you’ll go and see Joshua?”

I hugged him, burying my face in his chest, feeling his strong arms encircle me.

“I promise.”

Until today I’m not sure I can define the relationship I had with Caleb. It started out as hero-worship, it turned into something sexual and ended up being quite paternal.

“Harrison, we’re here.” I was brought out of my reverie by my sister’s voice.

“Oh, right. Are you coming in?” I asked.

“Yes, Mom’s taking care of Alan today.” She nudged me. “Why are you stalling? Mom’s been waiting for you all morning.”

It wasn’t Mom I was afraid of. I didn’t know how Dad would react. The people who voted for Dad weren’t too happy with a father who didn’t believe his own son and hurriedly disowned him for a crime he didn’t commit.

Feeling dejected, I got out of the car and walked to the front door. It swung open as soon as I reached it. Mom enveloped me in a hug, with tears streaming down her cheeks. But I hardly heard what she was saying. I was busy looking over her shoulder. My face fell. I thought he’d at least be here to see me, after not visiting me in prison for the two months of my incarceration. I wasn’t expecting an apology; that would be too much to hope for.

“Mom … where’s Dad?”

Mom looked upset. She tried to ignore my question and spoke to Phoebe instead. “Phoebe, the baby’s in the nursery. Don’t forget to feed …”

I cut in. “Mom, where’s Dad?” I repeated my question, more insistent this time.

Mom tried to avoid direct eye contact, a sure sign that she was lying. “He said he’ll see you at dinner. He’s just not free now, busy with …”

I didn’t want to hear Mom making excuses for Dad’s unwillingness to face me, his only son, whom he hadn’t seen for two months. Whom he’d left to rot in a prison cell.

I interrupted her. “I’m going out. I’ll take my car.”

Mom stared at me in shock. “But you just got in.”

I was aware that I was hurting Mom's feelings by leaving as soon as I got home, but I just couldn't stay right then. I grabbed the keys from the table in the hall and told Mom, “I’ll see you for dinner … I hope.”

***

I sat in my parked car, in silent contemplation. I was reminded how much easier it was to say something, than to actually do it. I know I’d promised Caleb, but this was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Damn it, the last memory I have of Josh is the hurt look on his face when I lashed out at him for coming onto me.

I looked out the window, at the house I’d spent so much time in during my high school years. Josh’s parents had been alive then. I had had a perfect life. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

I walked slowly, as if to delay the inevitable, but I soon found myself on Josh’s doorstep. Taking another deep breath, I pressed the doorbell and waited. Nothing happened. I pressed it again, holding it down for a longer time.

“I’m coming!” I heard a male voice yell. My heart skipped a beat. I could still recognize Josh’s voice. The door flew open.

I started to say “hi” but the greeting died in my throat as I stared at Josh. Four years since I’d last seen him, and he’d changed quite a bit. Or rather, I was noticing things about him which I hadn’t before. Josh is quite attractive, and, I’m afraid to admit it, in a more masculine sense than me. He was tanned and had a light sprinkling of hair on his chest. He wasn’t overly muscular, and didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but his pecs were well-defined and his stomach flat. I had the chance to see all this because he was holding his t-shirt in his hand, not wearing it. My eyes followed his treasure trail to the waistband of his boxers, which peeked out above the cargo shorts he had on.

I averted my eyes from his crotch and looked at his face instead. He looked uncomfortable, at a loss for words. So was I.

He was the first to speak. “Harry … um … I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Er, come in.”

I nodded silently and followed him into the house. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I watched his back as he pulled on the t-shirt, observing how his muscles flexed as he did so. I knew there were guys who would kill to be the object of Josh’s affections. And I’d had that privilege but said “no” to him instead. I couldn’t believe it.

“Um … sit down,” said Josh, gesturing to the couch. I obeyed and he sat down next to me. I got a good look at his handsome face – he looked as nervous as I felt.

I gathered my courage to speak. “Josh … I know it’s been a long time and I didn’t exactly treat you well …”

Josh put up his hands to stop me. “Hey, forget about that. The past is past. I should have known better than to come on to my straight best friend.”

I swallowed. I had to tell him the truth, but it was just so hard. “Josh, Caleb told me about everything. How you’re still … well, in love with me.” Josh blushed.

I continued. “I wanted to thank you, for all that you did for me. Especially after all that I did to you … I know I was a terrible friend. I didn’t come when you needed me, when your parents died. Yet you helped me when I was in need of it most.”

“Harry.” When he said my name so tenderly, my heart melted. “I know you can’t return my feelings for you. I just wanted to do something, to help you, to keep you safe. It doesn’t matter if you’re destined to marry some girl and have kids with her. I’ll always love you.”

I knew this was the moment of truth. With difficulty I got the words past my throat. When I did, it just bubbled past, like an incessant stream.

“Josh, that’s the thing. I was scared. I couldn’t face it. I abandoned you because I was afraid what feelings it might awaken in me. Oh God, I’m so sorry, Josh. Please forgive me.”

Josh looked at me with a curious expression. “Harry, what are you saying?”

“I like guys, too,” I managed to blurt out. I looked at his reaction; there was absolute shock on his face. I opened my mouth to apologize further, but he reached out and put his finger against my lips.

“Shh … Don’t say anything,” he told me. But I had to.

Tearfully, I asked him, “Will you forgive me?”

He didn’t reply. At least not verbally. Instead, he pressed his lips against mine. All the pent-up longing and desire came to the fore. I guess I should take that to mean my apology was accepted.

His gray eyes were closed, an expression of pure pleasure etched on his tanned face. I knew this passionate kiss was the culmination of years of his unreciprocated love for me. I returned it with a vigour that told him that the feelings were mutual. In no time, I was sprawled out on the couch. Our liplock didn’t let up, but his hands were eagerly exploring my upper body. I felt them move under my shirt, their touch cool against the warm, bare skin of my torso.

This was going too fast, I thought. But then, I didn’t want it to stop, either. I gave in to wild abandon, my own hands running under his shirt, feeling his back muscles which I’d admired earlier.

Then I heard a voice drawl, “Well, well, what have we here?”

To be continued …

I’m afraid this chapter was rather short, due to the need for a 'cliffhanger' at the end. Rest assured, longer chapters (and new characters) will be coming soon, in weekly or twice-weekly updates (I’m quite busy this month, sorry!) As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for your continued support.

[bcwang]

I remember you mentioning the plan of this new story in the end of your last story.
This is equally enjoyable.
And the two of them were "nicely" interrupted.

[indexer]

i never really thought of encountering any cliffhangers here, but what can i say!?!

i like ur story and ill patiently wait until the next chapter arise!!

keep it up!

[harry113]

Justin, this is great!! Thanks
Look forward to the next chapter
Hugs
Harry

[Craiger]

The intrigue it growing quickly, Justin. I can tell this is going to be a wonderful continuation of Part I. Good cliffhanger!

Craiger

[arogersb]

~ Chapter 9 ~

From the Narrative of Joshua Damien Spencer:

I was making out with the guy I’d fantasized about since we were in high school. I wondered if I had died and gone to heaven. I had never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that Harry could be gay after the way he’d reacted the one time I’d ever tried anything around him. The surprise I felt at the revelation was rapidly overwhelmed by euphoria. Harry wanted to be forgiven, but the only thing I could think of at the moment was planting a kiss on those luscious lips. And so I did.

There was none of the resistance I’d expected. The instant our lips met, I felt the jolt that went through his body in my embrace. Whatever insecurities he had, they seemed to melt away as he returned my kiss passionately. He sank back against the couch, as if he wanted me to take him right there and then. Our hands were busy exploring each other’s bodies, under our shirts. One part of my mind was screaming, is this really happening? And the other part told me to just keep on going, before it came to an end.

And it did come to an end. I’d completely forgotten my nervousness about Reid once Harry had revealed his secret. But now hearing his voice, Harry leapt away from me as if I was a carrier of the plague. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he caught his first glimpse of Reid behind me.

I didn’t have to look to know the reason for Harry’s stare. Reid isn’t very fond of clothing. If there wasn’t a law prohibiting public nudity, Reid would probably spend the day naked. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. Whenever he had time off work, he’d spend it on his three favorite pastimes – surfing, exercising and fucking. The results of the first two activities showed in his muscular body, particularly the killer abs that he had. His blond hair was perpetually flopping into his pale blue eyes. And the dimpled smile that could make hearts melt explained Reid’s success in his third pursuit.

Harry’s glance took all of it in and he blushed as he caught sight of Reid’s cock – six inches long and cut, surrounded by a bush of blond pubic hair. Then he turned his stare towards me. My heart sank as I caught the accusing look.

Reid said, “Hey I know you! You’re the one Josh has a shrine of in his room.” I cursed him for revealing this bit of information, as if it wasn’t embarrassing enough already.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. I cleared my throat and said, “Harry, this is Reid Scott. Reid, Harrison Ridgeway.” Then I turned to look at Reid. “Um … could you put on some clothes?”

Reid glanced down at himself nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t even noticed his nudity until then, and said, “Oh, right.” I watched him disappear into his room, and then only turned back to look at Harry.

“Look, I can explain …” I began, but Harry cut in, “A shrine?”

I reddened. “It’s nothing, really, just a few photos and mementos. You probably don’t want to see it,” I said in an attempt to discourage him.

“But I do,” he said, looking at me innocently. I couldn’t resist that look. What the hell, I thought. At least he isn’t asking me what some surfer-boy is doing wandering around my house naked.

I nodded towards my bedroom door. “It’s through there.” I got up and he followed behind. He was so close, I thought. It took every ounce of my willpower not to turn around and ravish him. I thought desperately, couldn’t we just return to what we were doing before this?

The “shrine”, as Reid had called it, was basically just a board on which I’d stuck some of my favorite photos of Harry. The top of the cabinet below it had the few things of his that I’d kept. Okay, so I’d sort of stolen some of the things.

“I wondered where this went,” he said, picking up the wooden bead necklace he’d bought on our senior class trip to Hawaii. I had the grace to blush guiltily. His hands wandered over the array of things, pausing at a photo of us on the beach. We were both shirtless, and his arm was around my shoulder. I loved that photo, because of the charmingly innocent look he had in it, totally unaware that I was having a hard-on in that picture due to his arm on my bare skin.

He turned to look at me. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again, but then he dashed my hopes by asking, “So who’s Reid?”

I took a deep breath. I knew I had to tell him the truth, though it was hard. What if he didn’t believe me?

“Harry, I want you to know, that I’ve always loved you. It wasn’t just some teenaged crush; it hasn’t gone away although it’s been years. I always hoped that, you know, you’d come to find me and we’d … like what happened just now. But I didn’t think you ever would. I held out hope, Harry, I really did. My parents’ deaths reminded me I didn’t have all the time in the world. Then Reid came along. I thought it would just be a one-night thing – I was a virgin and he’d done it many times.”

I averted my eyes. How was I to tell him the next part?

He prodded me. “But it lasted more than just the one night, didn’t it?”

Ashamed, I nodded. “I liked it so much that I wanted more. And surprisingly enough, Reid agreed to stay with me. I told him, we weren’t in a serious relationship – that it wasn’t permanent or exclusive, because I was still hung up over you. And we agreed on it.” It all came out in a rush of words. I was aware I sounded like I was babbling.

I looked at Harry. “So Reid won’t mind, now that you’re here, we can have … a relationship.” I was almost pleading by now. Was my stupid desire for sex going to be my undoing? I was sure Reid wasn’t going to be upset over this, but was Harry going to be able to accept this?

Harry said softly, “It was just sex?”

I nodded vigorously, “Yes. We’re not in love or anything. Harry … please …” I begged, wanting him to believe me.

Harry shook his head. “I believe you. You haven’t done anything wrong. And I’m not the one to judge here. I did some terrible things, much worse than you could have ever done. Even this, I was the cause of it.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Harry stopped me. “Josh, I know you want me to stop blaming myself, but I realize I was the one who made the mistakes. Will you accept my apology?”

“I already did,” I told him.

“And will you accept me?” he asked again.

I blinked back my tears and practically shouted, “Yes!”

Harry smiled in relief. I put my arms around him and hugged him. His words were muffled by my chest, but I could hear them. “I love you too, Josh.”

I released him and smiled back. “Do you want coffee?” I asked. Harry looked surprised. “I can make an excellent latte!” I declared proudly.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Okay, this I have to see … or do I mean taste? The only time you tried to make a drink, I had to secretly pour it down the toilet.”

“Hey!” I said in mock annoyance. “I’ll have you know, my lattes are the reason most people visit the Surf 'n' Sand Café!”

“I thought you worked at your parents’ hardware store.”

“Actually I sold that last year and started a café on the beachfront.”

Harry shook his head in disbelief. “And the surprises just keep on coming. You, running a café?”

I laughed. “You’d better believe it. Now you just wait a few moments, and I’ll bring you the Surfer's Paradise Special!”


From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:

I turned back to examining the shrine once Josh left to make the coffee. I couldn’t believe the depth of his love for me, and felt completely undeserving. I promised myself that I would make it up to him in any way possible.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn’t hear Reid come into the bedroom. I jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned around, noticing he was only wearing a pair of black boxers. I wondered vaguely that it couldn’t possible have taken him that long to put on just his underwear.

“I heard what Josh told you,” he said softly. “And I came to tell you you’re not wanted here.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?” With sudden force he pinned me against the wall.

“Listen here, you bastard. I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t just come in here and try to steal Josh away.”

I tried to wriggle out of his hold but found myself in a solid grip. “Look, I’m sorry but Josh told me you agreed to a non-exclusive relationship.”

Reid glared at me. “When there was no chance of you returning. As far as we were concerned you were straight. Enough to reject your best friend when you found out he had a thing for you. You can’t just turn up and the relationship Josh and I have. You don’t even care for him, do you? You’re just going to break his heart again.”

I had to protest. “But I love Josh!”

“Where was your love for him when you refused to speak to him ever again, huh? You listen to me – you’re going to walk out of here and never return.”

I was outraged. “You can’t just order me to leave. Josh doesn’t love you. He told me so. He loves me!”

That was the wrong thing to say. Reid’s handsome face was contorted with anger. Reid moved his hands from my shoulders and grabbed me by the neck, lifting me a few inches above the ground. I struggled to breathe.

“You won’t screw things up for me and Josh. If you really love him, you would let him go instead of getting into a relationship with a gay basher. How long will it be before you turn on him?”

I wanted to object that I could never turn on Josh. But then I realized, I had done so before. Reid was right. Josh deserved better. I was a terrible person and Josh didn’t need to have to put up with me. I should break it off gently and let him go back to Reid.

“Alright,” I managed to croak. “I won’t cause any more trouble for the two of you.”

Reid released me. “Good,” he said, watching me like a hawk as I rubbed my throat. I felt like crying. A few moments ago, I’d been dreaming of a happy future with Josh. Now it was never going to come true.

To be continued …

Coming up next: Harrison learns a painful lesson, while a new character enters the story.

I had to do a bit of editing because I realized I'd made Josh the owner of a hardware store, which doesn't fit into the story as the Surf 'n' Sand Cafe does. So a little bit of editing will hopefully remedy this loophole.
Feedback is always welcome. Tell me what you think of Reid, because he's going to become quite a main character. Thank you.