Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2008 10:50:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: justinr_88@yahoo.com
Subject: Doing Hard Time chapter 3

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                       DOING HARD TIME
                        ~ Chapter 3 ~

             From the Narrative of Caleb Fisher:

  I'd wanted to help him when Mitch had closed in on him in
 the prison yard earlier, but he'd handled it pretty well by
  himself. However, I knew that, while kicking Mitch in the
 nuts might have saved him then, it wasn't the wisest thing
                           to do.

I didn't think Mitch would try anything while we were in the
  showers, but he took his chances when the guard left the
  room briefly. Faster than I could blink, he had Harrison
 pinned against the wall. I knew that it was now or never. I
           had to step in before things got ugly.

   "You heard me, Mitch - let him go," I repeated after my
   first command seemed to fall on deaf ears. Mitch slowly
 released the pressure on Harrison's back and turned to face
                             me.

"What do you want, Caleb? Don't get mixed up in my affairs,"
 he warned me. Some of the other inmates gathered around us,
                     silently watching.

  "Well, it becomes my affair when you put your hand on my
                     bitch," I retorted.

 Mitch's eyes widened with surprise. He wasn't the only one.
  Harrison also displayed a similarly stunned expression on
  his face. He opened his mouth to say something along the
    lines of "I'm not your bitch", but I shot him a quick
                       warning glance.

Mitch spoke up. "Since when have you wanted a bitch, Caleb?"


I didn't, of course. But at the moment that was the only way
I could think of to get Mitch off Harrison's back,
literally.

"Well, I've changed my mind. I couldn't let a pretty boy
like that go your way when I could have him to myself now,
could I?" I said. I directed my gaze towards Harrison's
beautiful body, glistening with water droplets. My gaze
lingered on his naked bubble butt, trying to fake some
lustful enthusiasm. It wasn't particularly difficult;
Harrison was probably the most attractive guy I'd seen in a
long time. I felt my cock stir slightly.

"Holy shit, you're not kidding, are you?" Mitch asked in
amazement. He released his grip on Harrison completely.
Harrison hurriedly covered his genitals with his hands
before turning around. He looked uncertainly from me to
Mitch, and then seemed to make a decision. He walked over to
my side. I felt a curious sensation in my chest.

Mitch looked like he wanted to reach out and grab Harrison.
I growled, "If you try anything again ."

Mitch laughed nervously. "If you want him man, he's all
yours."

Behind me, I could hear Harrison scrambling for his clothes.

"You won't try anything in the future?" I asked Mitch, to
confirm his intentions.

Mitch held up his hands in surrender. "Hey man, like I said,
he's all yours, Caleb."

The guard was back, just in time to end our little
confrontation. The inmates got dressed and headed back to
their cells. Harrison kept close beside me, but didn't speak
until we were inside the privacy of our cell.

He cleared his throat nervously. "What you said back there .
about me being your bitch . was that ."

"Of course it wasn't true," I snapped at him. "If it were,
you wouldn't be standing there comfortably with your clothes
still on." He flinched. I don't know why I was so harsh with
him suddenly, but I regretted it almost immediately. Damn
it, was I really being attracted to this young hottie who
was half my age?

Then he said, almost inaudibly, "Thank you." It might have
been soft, but I knew it was heartfelt.

I looked at him for a moment, and then gruffly replied, "No
problem." I patted the bed next to me. "Come over here and
have a seat."

He didn't hesitate so much as before. As he sat down, he
looked at me. His gratitude showed clearly in those gorgeous
sapphire eyes, but there was some other emotion in there
too. Was I reading too much into this? There was no way he
could be attracted to a much older guy like me. His next
words threw me.

"I'm not gay," he mumbled. What the hell did he mean by
that? In any case, what did that have to do with anything?

"I'm not either," I told him.

He looked at me, his nervousness obvious. "But you . you
started to get hard . looking at me in the showers."

So he'd noticed that. Then again, half the inmates in the
shower room probably had. I was at a loss to explain it. I
felt like I was betraying someone very dear to me.

"I've been married - twice," I told him. "The second time
was what landed me in here."

There was a sudden spark of fear in his eyes. "Is that why
even Mitch was afraid to face off with you just now?"

I laughed, but not out of amusement. "Mitch is a petty
criminal compared with me. He's never killed a man."

Now I could see that he was really scared. He inched away
from me, but didn't dare to get off my bed.

"You . you killed someone?" he asked me in disbelief. Kid,
you shouldn't be so surprised, I thought. You're in here too
and not as innocent as you look. I wasn't really sure I
wanted to share my story with this kid, but what the hell, I
thought.

"I didn't mean to kill him - it wasn't premeditated or
anything. I came home early one day, to find him in bed with
my wife. I started to beat him up, and then he got hold of a
knife and . well, this is the outcome," I said, referring to
my incarceration.

Harrison was silent for a while. Then he said, "You didn't
mean to do it." It wasn't a question, more like a
confirmation of the fact. I discerned that there was some
deeper meaning to his words. I wanted to prod him for
details of his own crime, but somehow it didn't feel like it
was the right time.

We didn't say much after that. The rest of the day passed
quickly enough. Harrison stuck close to me.


Soon it was night time. "Lights out!" I heard the guard's
call before the lights in the cell went out. The only
illumination was from the lamps in the corridor. I rolled
over in my bunk, trying to sleep. Then I heard a soft
whimpering. It took me a moment to realize that Harrison was
its source. I sat up in bed and called out to him softly,
"Harrison! Is everything all right?"

No reply. I got up and walked over to his bed. He had his
shirt off and the pale skin of his smooth chest gleamed
softly in the dim light. I was feeling incredibly turned on
by this sight. I felt like I was taking advantage of his
young innocence, but I could understand how hard it was to
resist the temptation.

I gently shook his shoulder. "Harrison, are you okay?"

His eyes opened. Even in the darkness, the bright blue of
his eyes shone brightly. Then I realized that he had tears
in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I can't do this," he whispered. He didn't explain what he
meant by `this'. His next sentence seemed to have no
relation to the previous one. "I'm cold."

I resisted the urge to tell him to put a shirt on. At least
I had plenty of hair on my chest to give me some warmth.
Then I realized that the warmth he desired wasn't that of
clothing. I looked at him for a moment. His expressive eyes
told me that, although he was unsure, he wanted me in bed
next to him.

And I appreciated the fact that I wanted it, too. So I slid
under the thin blanket next to him. The bunk was narrow, so
I was half-hanging off of it. But that was quickly forgotten
as I felt my skin come into contact with his. It was
electrifying.

And I wasn't the only one who felt it. I felt the goosebumps
that were raised on his smooth skin when my arm brushed
against his chest. I could have sworn that I heard a soft
moan escape his lips, but I couldn't be sure.

"Are you better now?" I asked him.

"Yeah, thanks. I already owe you; I've no idea how I'm ever
going to repay you for all this," he whispered softly in my
ear.

I could think of a dozen ways he could repay me, and felt my
cock respond in kind. I banished the dirty thoughts from my
mind, something I hadn't had in quite a while. I was more
than a little stunned that I would even dream of taking
advantage of his vulnerable state. What he needed now was a
friend, I told myself firmly.

But as I turned over and felt his hard-on poke me in the
leg, I suddenly wasn't so sure.

                    To be continued . . .

Part 4 to follow soon. Do let me know what you think!