Convictions Part 1 thru 5

Chapter 1 – Jason Arrives

The battered white Bluebird bus pulled into the gates of the penitentiary known simply as Reidsville. The bus had driven several hours to get to this point, it had passed thru miles of unused swamp land and finally arrived at the middle of nowhere. 

18 year old Jason James was on that bus, he stared thru the wire grate covering the window beside him. He felt queasy, his pulse was rapid, and his palms were sweaty. 

Looking up, he saw many small towers a few stories high. Each tower had a railed mezzanine and an armed guard. He saw double fences that stood at least 12 feet, the fences were topped with curling strands of barbed wire. All that he saw only reinforced his fears. 

The bus moved forward and the gates behind it were shut. The prisoner transport bus was now in an area between two sets of gates. Several minutes passed and the bus passed thru, into the prison that would now serve as Jason’s home.

A few drops of sweat rolled down Jason’s forehead, he held up his cuffed hands and quickly wiped it away before it could run down his face and be mistaken for tears. Indeed, Jason felt very much like crying, but tears were a weakness he couldn’t afford.

Less then 90 days ago, Jason Jacobs had been free. As a guard ordered ‘all out’, Jason’s thoughts flashbacked. He thought of the stupid act that had put him here. As his mind replayed the scenes that had led up to this, he stumbled. He had forgotten the leg irons that were clamped to his ankles. 

He was 6th in a line of 9 new inmates being led into a huge double door. As the march suddenly halted, Jason stumbled again, almost falling into the man a head of him. 

Again Jason looked around. Guards began unlocking the handcuffs and leg irons. Jason waited his turn. As he took in the size of the guards and the size of the other prisoner’s he felt even younger and smaller. He felt more sweat running down his forehead as an even deeper fear sank in.

One stupid desperate act had brought Jason to this point. So far he had survived, so far… but as he looked around, deep fear of his future life filled him. 

The new arrivals were stripped, searched, and showered. Jason had been thru this ordeal before. It was a routine that had happen when he was arrested. It had happened when he had arrived at the prison systems Diagnostic Unit. Even so, Jason still found the showers embarrassing. 

Jason would have been more embarrassed if he had realized several trustees were watching him shower. The trustees had reason to stare. 

Homosexuality was an accepted way of life at Reidsville. There was a complex web of relationships, some as simple as just sexual, some romantic, some that no one cared to think about. 

Jason’s long blonde hair had been shaved at the Diagnostic Unit. It was a rule. There was no real reason behind it, it was something that had been done for decades. It was a practice, more or less. 

Yet, shaved head and all, Jason Jacobs was pleasant to look at, to say the least. He was young, he was white, his body was boyishly smooth. Jason was a 5 foot 5 inched young man. He had never been an athlete yet his body was well formed. His shoulders tapered down to a slim 28 inch waist. His butt could only be described as a prison attribute, it was firm but plump. The crack was simply a seam between two nice globes that suggested something delightful was hidden away. His legs were well developed and only a few sparse hairs coated them. 

From the front, Jason’s face was not model pretty, it was boyishly good looking. It was a face that a man that had been locked up to long would like to look at. A young face, an innocent face that would make a pleasant addition to an incarcerated man’s world. It was a face of innocence, a face that had hardly felt the swipe of a razor. A face so young, some small problems of teenaged acne marred its smoothness.

Jason’s chest still had that light touch of baby fat. Not one hair marred the surface of his pecs. A man’s rough hand could grab those smooth pecs and close his eyes and pretend. Jason’s nipples were neither small nor large. They were a shade of rose beige. They were about the size of a quarter and the nubs were slightly lighter in color. The nubs were like those of most young men, they hardened when the wind blew. The nubs were quite small until they stiffened. Then the hardened and became about the size of a pencil’s eraser, a size that would make locked up men stare at.

His belly was flat, puberty had removed its handles. While Jason had a flat tummy, in no way was it a defined male 6 pack. His navel was an ‘innie’ and below it were a few almost invisible hairs that declared him a natural blonde. 

The sprinkling of hairs trailed down to a somewhat thicker pubic bush. Jason’s pubes were a curly shade of brown blonde, they formed the proper vee shape, but by no means did he have a thick hairy bush. 

Below that, Jason’s toys hung. Even on the coldest day, his limp dick was about 4 inches of cut manhood. Fully erect was a different story, it grew hard and stiff, rock hard, steel hard! But it only reached a length of about 5 inches and the diameter of a silver dollar! He had a tight, almost hairless scrotum that encased testicles that were about the size of almonds. Small balls, but they could fire! Jason’s soft cock was long and thick enough so that it almost covered his over producing sperm makers. But it was not huge, it was small by the prison standards. Jason wasn’t hung, he was just in proportion for his body size.

As Jason showered, the trustees continued to watch him. Jason was unaware of the sexual fantasies that he was playing a role in during his 5 minute shower.

Jason and the other new arrivals stepped out of the shower at a guard’s order. He dried off and stood in line for underwear and a uniform. 

Jason dressed and walked in line thru a small maze of halls. As he stepped out into Reidsville’s rotunda he had to keep marching even though the vast rotunda kind of amazed him with its marble and brass. He looked up as he stood in line. The rotunda was an open 5 stories of marble, roofed by a stain glass dome. As he followed the line Jason felt cold and his fears deepened!

Jason knew he was in a bad place, and he knew that rape was a possible thing in his near future. His time in county jail and his time in the state’s Diagnostic Unit had been spent in single cells. He had heard enough to know how bad Reidsville was. He knew his young age and his small size made rape a very potential part of his future. 

Like most men, young or old, big or small, Jason James feared rape. He could almost imagine it, big men beating him, then making him do things with them! Jason was scared, and he had reason to be!

He was now told to sit on a bench. He needed to sit down, his legs felt weak. His heart was beating so loud it could almost be heard. As he wiped his sweat wet palms on his orange uniform, he looked around. 

Jason wasn’t the only person in fear, most of the others sitting on the benches were nervous also. They were about to be classified, assigned a cell, assigned a work duty, classified by a person that really didn’t care what happened in the deep dark areas of the prison. 

In prison, your neighborhood isn’t a thing of choice, your roommate sure isn’t! You can’t control anything really. You can’t dial 911! Even if you’re raped and make the mistake of telling, your life is over. It’s not as easy as yelling for help or telling a guard. Telling is snitching, screaming is snitching, and prison society doesn’t have snitches. Bad things happen to snitches. Real bad things. 

It’s all supposed to be real organized. It’s all supposed to be fair. It’s only fair to the staff that actually plays a part in overseeing the prisons operations. The classification board consists of people with college educations that couldn’t get a better job. They have a few empty beds to stick new arrivals in. It doesn’t matter to them if they stick a hot check writer into an empty bed in a cell with a murderer. What matters to the classification board is 5pm and payday. They have a few empty beds, and they place the new arrivals in them. They don’t rearrange the entire overcrowded prison everyday. It’s a made up job that they perform. The board simply looks at what cells have empty bunks, and what new arrivals they have been made to deal with.

When it was Jason’s turn to walk into the classification room, his legs were shaking, his fear was obvious. His file wasn’t reviewed. There were a few empty cells in L Building and that were Jason was being sent. Jason did luck out a little, it was time for the classification staff to take lunch, and they didn’t even bother to assign him to a job. 

The entire 3 minutes that Jason spent in the classification room, he never even spoke. The staff never really looked at the scared 17 year old. They didn’t realize he had been sent to what was the state’s worst penitentiary simply because it had empty beds due to a recent riot. If they had realized, they wouldn’t have cared. And now, Jason James was being placed in a cell simply because it had an empty bunk. 
As the uniform guard led Jason from the classification room, the staff of it was already trying to decide what they would have for lunch. Jason was just another prisoner to them, just another number.

Chapter 2 – Adam’s Feeling Lonely
Adam paced back and forth in the small cell. He didn’t pace from nervousness, he didn’t pace from fear. Adam Holden paced when he was in deep thought, like now. Adam’s 6 foot 1 inch frame couldn’t take many steps in the small cell, but the ‘country boy’ part of him seemed to think better when he walked.
Different thoughts were running thru Adam’s mind. He’d been locked up for 9 months and 3 days, 9 very long months. Over 6 months had been spent in the very prison cell he now was walking back and forth in. This morning, his cellie, his cell mate had been placed on the ‘outgoing chain’. Adam felt lonely, his best friend in this whole damn prison had left! 
Adam had no real reason to feel lonely, he was one of the lucky ones, one of the special few at Reidsville. He had a vast amount of family and friends on the outside, in the free world that wrote to him, visited him, and supported him. Adam had visitors, he had mail, he had money in his prison trust fund, and even contraband cash available. He had the ability to obtain drugs, alcohol, and many other forms of prison contraband. In the eyes of many other prisoners, Adam Holden had it all!
But he didn’t have it all! Not in his mind, not in his thoughts. Adam was lonely, he had been lonely before but now that his cellie, his best friend had left on the chain bus, his loneliness had increased. Adam and his ex-cellie hadn’t been lovers, but they were best friends. They had gotten along, they had developed prison routines, and they had been a stability to each other in the prison way of life. 
And now, Adam was alone. He didn’t have his best friend to bullshit with anymore. He didn’t have the buddy that he had lived with in the small cell for month after month. The tall, well built country boy was feeling down. He felt almost abandoned.
Adam knew he would get a new cellmate today. He was well aware of the prison overcrowding. But he was pacing, thinking, sorting out his thoughts. Adam was wondering if he wanted more then a friend, more then a buddy. In all the months of lock up, being away from women, only twice had Adam ventured into the deep dark secret sex life of a straight man in prison. Only twice had the country boy done what he thought was an unspeakable act. Two times now, he had paid for the privilege of a free world dick sucker. Only two times had he reduced himself to use a cock sucker, two times in over 9 months! 
Adam had felt inner guilt from his sexual enjoyment. There was no doubt that he had received expert head, the best two blow jobs he had ever known in his short life span. He could buy a prison punk, he could easily pay for a good cock sucker to be in his cell. He had the connections and funds to get one of the few punks that even had breast implants, the ones that everyone prisoner looked at. He could have the best! 
He paced, thinking about it, thinking and pacing. He finally just made a decision as he looked at the empty bunk in his cell. He decided if they put some God awful freak in his cell, he’d pay a guard to have them moved. He didn’t know who he wanted in his cell. It wasn’t as easy as in the free world, but Adam was lonely, he really wanted someone to talk with, to bullshit with.
Adam stopped at the small sink in the back of the cell. He splashed some water on his face, then wet his hair and slicked it back with his long fingers. He looked at himself in the mirror and wished his ears didn’t stick out! He sat down to read his mail. 
A while later, Adam heard the yells, the prison cat calls, the hints of a new guy arriving in the cell block. The yells he was hearing were somewhat threatening, somewhat suggesting danger. He looked towards the bars, out to the cell block runway as the guard led Jason James to his cell.
Adam’s face took on a frown as he watched the guard direct Jason into his cell. He didn’t dislike Jason on site, that wasn’t what made him frown. Adam was pissed because of the other prisoner’s making rude remarks about his new cellie. He looked at the young small dude and felt a protective instinct develop. 
A few of the convicts were peering into the cell, Adam gave them a angry look, and closed the sheet that served as a makeshift privacy curtain for the steel bars. 
A voice from outside yelled, ”Hey Holden, if you ain’t gonna share, at least let a nigga watch.” Adam ignored the comment and the laughter that accompanied it. 
“Don’t pay no attention to that bull shit, you ride with me now dude, ain’t no one gonna fuck with you.” Adam announced a bit louder then needed, but wanting his voice heard by those who lurked outside the cell. He held out a large hand, “I’m Adam Holden.” 
Justin was still in a daze, just walking to this cell had been another awful experience. He was too embarrassed to even look up to where Adam towered over him. He murmured, “Justin, uh, Justin James.” He shook hands, uncomfortable with the contact in the small space. 
“Cool, man. I like the top bunk so the bottom is yours. Chow call is in about an hour, but it’s some kind of noodle shit tonight so you can eat a spread with me, if you wanna. In fact, you’ll be better off if you stick with me at first, man. It’s rough in here, especially for new dudes. You’re gonna wanna avoid a lot of dudes. They’ll try and catch you off by yourself, or in a stairwell, just all kinds of shit they watch for.” Adam advised.
Justin made no comment. He didn’t know what to say. He had heard everything Adam had said, but the phrase ‘ride with me’ is what he dwelled on. Justin took a few glances at Adam as he made his bunk. The guy had acted decent so far, he was pretty tall, but he wasn’t old, fat, or hideous. Justin made a major decision based on the fear he had felt just walking down the cellblock run to this cell. Justin decided he would do what he had to do to keep Adam as a friend and protector. As Justin thought about homosexual relations he decided it would be better to willingly be with this one decent guy then to be gang raped by no telling how many. 
As Justin made his decision, he visibly relaxed, yet retained nervousness. He didn’t know what to say or do after he had the bunk made. The silence felt awkward. 
Adam had been in his bunk reading mail, he jumped down and sat on the end of Justin’s bed. “So how much time you got Justin?”
Justin made first eye contact with Adam. There was something in Adam’s eyes that seemed kind. “3 years,” he answered.
“Man, that ain’t so bad. If you keep your goodtime, you’ll be out before you know it. This fucking hell hole is real over crowded. They’re giving extra goodtime now, just handing it out like candy.” Adam responded. “Hey, when they call chow, most of these broke mother fuckers with go to eat. That’s when you and me are gonna hit the showers. Otherwise a lot of these perverts will be trying to check you out, if you get my drift. Especially the ones that been locked up to long. Anytime a young dude comes in this place, the old fuckers are all over ‘em.”
Justin croaked, “Uh, okay.” He didn’t bother to announce that he had just recently showered. He figured Adam knew the chain routine. He figured Adam just wanted to see his ass or something. That thought gave him shiver, but he pushed it away. Adam made small talk with him.
A buzzer rang, and he heard a guard yell, “Get ready for chow! Chow in 5 minutes, chow in 5.”
Adam stood up, and unzipped his orange prison jumpsuit. With no hesitation, no embarrassment, he stripped completely nude a few feet from where Justin sat. Justin stared at a small spot on the wall, feeling uncomfortable. Adam wrapped a towel around his waist and then tossed another towel to Justin. 
“Free world towels,” Adam laughed. “Enough material to cover a dude up, not like the thin worn out crap they issue in here.”
Justin stood as Adam sat back down. Justin knew his cellie expected him to strip and put on the towel. His nervous fingers fumbled at the zipper. He kept his back towards Adam as he stripped. And of course Adam looked. 
Adam hadn’t really intended more then a glance, but as he saw Justin’s back and ass, the glance lingered. Adam thought, ‘A boy shouldn’t have a butt that pretty.’ He had never so much as touched a dude’s ass before, but he knew he wouldn’t mind touching a pretty butt like Justin’s. He felt that familiar twinge that his cock gave before it started getting stiff. Fortunately, Justin now had the towel wrapped around him.
The two cellmates headed towards the shower walking side by side down the run. The large shower was in the front end of the cell block. It had 40 shower heads. A half wall separated it from the cellblock run. Adam shared soap and shampoo with Justin as they showered. He didn’t want to pop a boner in the shower, so other then passing the soap and shampoo, Adam never looked at Justin.
It may have been fear of the unknown, it may have been normal curiosity. Justin did take a few looks at Adam. His tall cellmate was thin but well built. And as Justin noticed, apparently Adam was hung. Adam’s cock was soft but to Justin it appeared quite large. It flopped and dangled as Adam scrubbed. Two large balls swung freely in an equally impressive scrotum. The size of Adam’s equipment made Jason even more nervous. He closed his eyes to shampoo the stubble of his cropped out hair but could still see the large dangling dick in his mind’s eye.
Justin wasn’t aware of the stragglers that had not gone to chow that stood watching him shower. One of them, a large pot bellied man, openly groped as he watched the young man shower. 
The two cellmates finished their shower. As Adam dried off, he glared at the men who stared at Justin. The glare made two of the men walk away, but three remained. 
“Ain’t no need in looking,” Adam said in a dangerous tone, “He’s riding with me.”
Justin’s face flushed with embarrassment that worked its way all over his body. He was well aware of what happened sexually in prisons, he knew he was a chosen victim because of his age and size. But these men had stared with openness and a lewdness that shocked Justin. The way they had stared at him was like the way a group of construction workers would stare at a hot young woman. 
On the trip back to the cell, Justin could still feel eyes burning holes into his back. He knew the men were staring at his once again towel covered butt. Even though the thick towel more then covered him, Justin felt as naked as he could get. He knew that all that stood between him and those men was his cellie.
“Here,” Adam said as they were back in the cell. “Free world boxers my aunt sent, there too small for me but they should fit you.” 
As Justin pulled up the boxers, he said, “Thanks Adam. I mean thanks for out there too, those dudes, the way they were staring and shit. Man! I don’t know what I would have fucking done without you! Thanks!”
Adam knew what Justin was trying to convey, if he hadn’t known, the sincerity of Justin’s voice would have told him. He felt a stab of guilt for checking out Justin’s ass earlier. 
“They’re just fucking pervs,” Adam said, “But I’m just as bad man. I checked out your butt, dude. I’ve been locked up too long, fuck, I almost boned up seeing your ass!”
Justin looked at Adam who still stood wrapped in a towel. He looked into the blue eyes of the older teenager that was his protection. Justin didn’t speak, he knelt down in front of Adam. 
Adam’s hands were at his sides, clenched as Justin tugged the towel free. The cell was silent except for the beat of two hearts. For a few minutes, Justin stared at the cock in front of his face. It had already been big, but it grew in front of his eyes. Longer, and thicker, slightly darker as he stared at it. 
A whisper came from Adam, “You don’t have to do this.” Those were the words but it almost seemed a plea, Adam almost seemed to beg for relief.
Justin’s tongue appeared, wet and thick. Justin felt almost calm as he licked Adam’s stiff rod. The lick caused Adam’s cock to spasm, to jerk. Justin was surprised at the taste, it wasn’t that bad. Just the underlying taste of the soap from their shower. He opened his mouth wide, and covered the cock head. It had looked big, but felt huge now that it was inside his mouth. It was so thick that he couldn’t seem to open his mouth wide enough, but he tried. He was able to work a bit more of it into his mouth. 
Adam had tried to remain still, his fist opened and closed, cords stood out on his neck. His hands went to the stubble of Justin’s recently clipped off hair. He moaned quietly, and almost on their own, his hips began a slight thrust.
Justin had no experiences with hard cocks except the one between his own legs. He knew enough to keep his teeth away from the sensitive steel hard organ. And actually, Justin was doing a very good job. He was dealing with 9 ½ inches of thick man meat attached to one very horny 19 year old. 
Adam’s hips continued their thrust, Justin was dealing with as much as 5 inches of the big cock. Justin’s tongue swirled, his jaws sucked, his lips formed a tight sleeve! Adam’s hips slowly thrusted, pumping dick in and out of the warm sucking mouth. 
“Uh… oh… fuck!” Adam whispered hoarsely as his cum tube expanded and began to jet! 
Cum flooded into Justin’s mouth, there was really no place for it to gave, save one, and without thinking, Justin began to swallow. He swallowed as fast as he could trying to keep up with the pipe like tube that flooded his mouth!
“Oh, fuck!” Adam moaned loudly as his nuts quivered and sent their juicy thick man shake into Justin’s mouth! “Fuck!”
Whoops and hollers came from outside of the cell as Adam fuck cried were heard. 
Chapter 3 – Hearts Beat In Hell Too
In the back of Adam’s mind, he was aware of the audience outside the sheet that hung over his cell’s bars. He didn’t think or dwell on those that had listened to him cumming. It was a prison thing, a convict thing, in some ways a man thing. Adam had been at Reidsville long enough to know the way of life. Men in here stuck their noses where they didn’t belong. It was an accepted way of doing time.
Justin also heard the laughs and catcalls from outside the cell. All those men out there knew he had just sucked a dick. They all knew he had just swallowed cum. His face was bright red, it burnt with shame. Sucking Adam off hadn’t actually been that bad, but knowing that all those loud leering men knew, that was real shame! Justin was still kneeling on the cell’s cement floor. His heart was thumping, he stared at a point somewhere between Adam’s long hairy legs.
Adam’s heart was also thumping, it was racing. Adam was in a speechless state, Adam was trying to sort his thoughts and feelings. He had just had his dick sucked by another male for the third time in his life. He had enjoyed it even though it wasn’t one of the best head jobs the world had known. Adam liked it, he liked it very much! There was no guilt about the homosexual activity this time. Adam enjoyed that even more then he enjoyed the fact that he had just dumped a load.
The tall prison stud stared down at Justin. This wasn’t one of the pretty punks that had sucked his cock previously. They had worn make-up, they had tried to appear female. 
Adam looked down at where Justin still knelt. He saw a short decently built young man with a bad prison version of a crew cut. There wasn’t anything feminine about Justin. Adam saw a young man, small of build trying to survive in a version of hell. Adam almost shrugged, maybe Justin would be cuter when his hair grew some. 
Adam did a strange thing. He reached down with one of his long arms and pulled Justin up. He was strong, he exerted no effort to pull the smaller younger teen off the floor. A stupid thought ran thru Adam’s mind, just a brief and never known thought. For a split second, Adam was thinking about kissing this dude that had just sucked his dick! It was just one of those fleeting deep feelings that one sometimes has after sex. 
He pushed the thought away, but he did give Justin a half way embrace, and Adam did whisper “Thanks, I really needed that.”
Adam patted Justin’s back, a straight man’s brotherly hug, a hug used on special occasions. He stepped back, and asked, “You know how to make a spread dude?”
Thoughts were running thru Justin’s head too. He had just sucked dick. He was confused by the hug, but somehow he knew it was an effort of friendship, a bonding. He had just sucked this dude’s dick and swallowed this dude’s cum! He had been half hugged and received a whispered ‘thanks’ for his effort. 
Justin took a short but hard look at Adam. He saw a tall slim young man. He saw strength and protection. Justin didn’t see a real good looking guy, not like a model or actor. But Justin saw someone that could hopefully save him from the hell that was still making comments outside of the cell. 
Justin had been lost in his thoughts, he had just sucked dick and had many things to deal with. He hadn’t heard Adam.
Adam repeated, “A spread? You know how to make one?” Adam saw the confused expression on Justin’s face.