Gay in Prison, life behind the wall

Kevin made it to Ray Brook FCI. He looked at the outside of the federal prison facility and the gloomy skies overhead reflected his mood. This was the last time he would be a free man for a very long time. 

He had been convicted of drug trafficking, a crime that had been caused by his addiction to drugs. Despite getting so much help from family, recovery programs, and fed-up friends, he got himself deeper and deeper into the drug life. When he was arrested and charged with numerous counts of possession and distribution of narcotics, Kevin realized that his life was over.

However, it wasn't. After spending nearly years battling his case with high-priced lawyers paid by his parents, they all had to face facts. The US Government will convict you and put you away for a very long time. Fearful, Kevin decided with his family to accept a plea bargain for a shorter prison sentence in exchange for not going to trial. "Shorter" in this case was subjective, because he got substantially less than if he was convicted during trial, but staring down 8-10 years was still crazy.

Getting sentenced to Ray Brook meant he was still relatively close to his family in CT. He could potentially still get visitations and he was glad he got assigned this place. However, Ray Brook was notorious for housing tons of other inmates convicted of drug offenses and gangs were rampant. 

Kevin's biggest thing against him was the fact that he was gay. He was hoping that telling the gay he'd be assaulted and gay-bashed would have resulted in some leniency, but it made no difference. He also didn't look like anyone else...he was racially/ethnically mixed, a combination of Irish, Chinese, and black. His light skin tone meant he couldn't pass as black and his distinct physical features meant he wasn't white either. He was considered an "Other" in prison.

After walking through the perimeter fence and through the gates, he entered the admin area where inmates are initially processed. He took off all his street clothes and a strip search commences. A big fat officer proceeded to stretch his legs apart and poked at his anus with his gloved hand. It was as unsexy and depressing for both of them. The officer didn't inspect that much as he didn't think Kevin could hide that much in his tiny hole.

After getting a prison outfit, Kevin then was finger printed, DNA swabbed, and had his photo taken for his ID. He then sat down with an intake officer to collect all of his personal information. When the officer asked him his sexual orientation, Kevin said he was heterosexual. He didn't want his sexual identity in any way documented and leaked.

Afterwards, he met with a nurse to get a quick medical overview. The nurse thought he looked a bit too young to be in prison. However, this was perhaps the norm...federal prison knew no boundaries or exceptions on who could walk through the door.

He was then directed to walk down a long hall that ended with a thick metal automated door. After a few seconds, it buzzed and the heavy gate opened and Kevin walked through it. It is now that Kevin was finally in "prison". He was met by a guard standing by a table. Kevin was instructed to pick up a sleeping mat and a mesh bag with assorted items inside. They then walked to his new home for the next few months. It wasn't a wing filled with numerous locked cells like the ones depicted on TV and in moves.

Instead, it was a large airy room filled with perhaps 100 bunked beds flanked by cinderblock cubicles. It looked like a giant homeless shelter or dirty youth hostel. Kevin thought that he would end up crammed in a tiny cell with some fat ass named Tiny. The guard said he should find whatever bunk was free and then report back to him which one for the records.

Kevin walked slowly through the giant mess of bunks and inmates. He was already overwhelmed by the steer number of people being housed in one space. He saw a mix of races, ages, and physiques. Of course, there were the stereotypical types: the big muscular men who worked out incessantly in the yard, the old timers who look like they need to be in a retirement house, and guys that looked messed up and disheveled. After going about 7 rows in, he finally saw a top bunk free and he proceeded to throw his stuff onto it. He didn't see his bottom bunkmate at home, so he did his time to set up.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???" yelled a mysterious voice.

When Kevin turned, he saw this man, about 6'2", 200 lbs, about half of it muscles. A black man with the most perfect cornrows and covered with tattoos on both of his massive arms. 

"Hey, I'm Kevin...your new bunkmate..."

"No, you are not. You need to ask before you move into someone's bunk. Get the fuck out of here!"

Terrified, Kevin quickly put all his stuff back together and got the hell out of there. He went down another three rows and stopped. He would have started crying if he hadn't already known it'd get his ass kicked. He just looked around and around, hoping he can find an empty bunk. Eventually, an older gentleman came up to him and asked, "You need help finding a bunk, newbie?"

Kevin nodded and the guy escorted him farther back to a set of bunks located close to the toilets. He's pointed to another top bunk, but this time the bottom bunkmate was there.

"Hey Rodney, here's a new guy. Let him stay with you."

Rodney got up and let Kevin place his stuff down. Relieved, he then said to both men, "Thanks for letting me stay here. I'm Kevin, by the way."

"I'm Frank, but guys called me the Scotsman."

It was clear why, because Frank looked like Groundskeeper Willy, with the red hair, beard, and a rather muscular body for a man of his age. Ironically, Frank did not have a Scottish accent, but he surely could pretend.

 At this point, Kevin knew two people. Well, three if you count the guy who threatened to beat him up at that first bunk. Kevin sat on the top bunk, trying to scope out who was around him. Overwhelming, his neighbors were much older than him, although there were a few other guys closer to his age, but scattered throughout. Perhaps still in shock, Kevin wasn't feeling very talkative.

After an hour passed, a guard yells, "COUNT!!"

Everyone proceeded to line up next to the long wall. Kevin squeezed himself in between the random guys. After counting each man, the guard allowed everyone to disperse.

Going back to his bunk, he was then approached by a pair of younger guys. Both were black and had twinky builds. They had an assortment of tattoos visible on their bodies. Kevin had zero tattoos and looked so plain and boring.

"Hey newbie...welcome to C-Block. I'm Randy," introduced the slightly taller guy. 

The other guy said, "I'm Chico." He gave a fist bump and Kevin introduced himself. 

"So, what are you in for, newbie?" 

"Drugs." It was a short, curt response. Kevin didn't want to discuss his convictions as he knew it's a bad idea to share any information about yourself to inmates you didn't know well.

"Okay, okay...so how long you in for?"

Since they seemed so nosy, Kevin replied "I'm gonna be here for a while."

Feeling his lack of chattiness, the two guys decided to walk away.

Rodney came back to his bunk and told Kevin, "Don't talk to those two...they're trouble."

It confirmed Kevin's suspicions about Randy and Chico. 

After another hour, everyone headed to the chow hall for dinner. Kevin was horrified by what passed as food. He couldn't eat much of it. He sat by himself among a table of men who didn't seem to have any racial or gang affiliation. However, he didn't talk to anyone and finished quickly. 

Returning to his bunk, he decided to take his clothes and towel and proceeded to the shower area. To his surprise, it wasn't a open gang showers like the ones in prison movies. There were partitions between his shower head and a stall door like in a public bathroom. He was a bit relieved, because he had seen all the prison rape scenes and the jokes about "dropping the soap". 

As he figured out which shower to use, he noticed that one shower stall was already in use. As he got into one two stalls over, Kevin stripped naked and turned on the water. For god's sake, the water was actually hot...hot enough for it to feel pleasurable. As he quietly washed him, he heard this weird repetitious sound. 

It was a rhythmic beat like the sound of a large piece of ham being slapped. It was then Kevin realized what it was really. Squatting down, Kevin looked underneath the partitions and saw two pairs of legs in that other stall. He saw one pair of legs move forward and back behind the other...it was two dudes fucking in the shower.

Kevin knew it happened and before prison, he would have thought it was hot. Now that prison is real life, Kevin didn't know how to feel. 

Even though the slapping sound was loud enough to hear, Kevin never heard any voices or words. The sound of the running water camouflaged most of the sex noises, but it wasn't entirely undetectable. As Kevin continued to spy on the two guys fucking, he got aroused and he started stroking. It was a sexual fantasy come true, witnessing sex in the showers.

Having been so stressed all day, Kevin decided he would jerk himself off in the showers. He needed the physical and mental release. He closed his eyes and focused on the sounds of the two men fucking. He visualized in his mind that they were two hot guys making love and it got him to the point of shooting his load. Kevin's semen fired into the air and then quickly washed into the drain. Both the masturbation and fucking all occurred with a whisper. 

As Kevin finished his shower, he grabbed his towel off the hook. As he pulls the shower curtain open, he jumped when he saw a man on the other side. It was the big tall man who yelled at him earlier about the bunk. He had been spying on him and he looked at Kevin up and down like he was inspecting a piece of meat. 

Kevin tries to get out of there, but the guy wouldn't move. It looked like he was gonna get raped.

However, at that moment, the two guys in the other stall come out and it takes the big man by surprise and he quickly moves out of their way. Kevin quickly follows them and escapes.

As the three of them leave the shower room, the two guys fucking earlier looked at Kevin and they laughed. They knew that the big man was trying to turn a newbie into a new sex toy. It was then one of them, possible the bottom, said, "Hey kid, watch yourself. I'm Peter."

Kevin was slightly relieved when they were at least willing to talk to him. He introduced himself and learned the other guy was called David. Although none of them acknowledged that they were fucking in the showers, it was clear that sex in prison was real, although not all of it was gang rapes.

Getting back to his bunk, he saw Rodney was already sleeping. The Scotman was hanging at his bunk one row away. He saw Kevin and came back to chat. 

"You okay, Kevin?"

"Yes, I'm fine." However, Kevin's face suggested that he might have seen something distressing. 

Frank didn't pry and handed Kevin two books. One was an old fantasy novel and the other was a random self-help book. 

"Here's some reading material to help you pass the time." Frank seemed to be a nice guy.

"Thanks, Frank...I appreciate it. I'll give them back when I'm done."

"Take your time, I've already knew these through and through." The Scotsman returns to his bunk and leaves Kevin to himself.

Kevin gets onto this top bunk and lays on his pillow. He stares up at the dirty ceiling and lets his mind wander. It was only Day 1 of many, many years behind bars. Seeing two guys like David and Peter seem to suggest that gay sex wasn't as secretive or despised, but his encounter with the big man also struck some fear into him. 

They say if you can make it through your first day, you will probably do fine. Kevin will need to learn how to make it in his new home.