I was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. One of the cops followed me back to the bedroom so I could put some clothes on. I was then handcuffed, read my rights and led out to the police car waiting out in front of our house. Aaron was already in a different car, and we were soon on our way to the police station.
As we were driving, I asked, “Why am I being arrested.”
The cop driving said, “Don’t play stupid with us. You know exactly why you were arrested.”
I said, “No sir, I don’t.”
The second officer said, “We have been watching your house for a month. You and your boyfriend have been selling drugs. Our undercover guy just made a purchase, so we have proof.”
My mind raced, was this Aaron’s new job? Was this how he could afford his new truck? We were going to have to have a long talk. I was told to shut up; all my questions would be answered when we got to the station.
My stomach was in knots, and my heart was beating a thousand times a minute as I was led into the police station. They sat me in an interrogation room and took my statement.
The officer looked at me a said, “Are you trying to tell me that you had no idea that there were drugs being sold out of your house? That you had no idea your boyfriend had people coming and going from your house all day long?”
I sighed, “No sir, I have a job. I’m at work all day long.”
He shook his head, “Didn’t you ever wonder where your boyfriend was getting his money?”
I said, “Yeah, I guess I wondered, but he never told me. I never asked.”
This went on for about an hour; I could tell that I didn’t convince the officer that I had no idea what was going on. He said, “We are going to put you in a holding cell while we talk to your boyfriend. You will be allowed to call a lawyer when we are done.”
They led me to the cell that they were holding Aaron. The officer told him, “We’ll be right back to get your statement in a few minutes.”
As soon as he left, Aaron said, “I’m so sorry Ethan, I never meant for you to get involved in this.”
I said, “So it’s true, you are selling drugs.”
He hung his head, “It just sort of happened, and the money was so easy.”
I shook my head, “How the hell does selling drugs just sort of happen?”
He took a deep breath, “When I went to pick up my prescription for my pain pills, a guy stopped me in the parking lot and offered to buy them from me. Ethan, he gave me $1000.00 for that one bottle. The pain wasn’t too bad anymore and I really didn’t need them. I ended up selling him two more bottles and then he told me how I could get more drugs from a bigger supplier. Before I knew it, I was pulling in 2 to 3 grand a week. I guess someone tipped off the cops. I’ll tell them that you weren’t involved, I promise.”
I sighed, “You fucking better.”
An officer came and took Aaron away for questioning. An hour later, they asked me if I wanted to call a lawyer. I suddenly realized that I would not be able to afford a lawyer. They told me that they would contact the public defender’s office, but I would have to spend the night in jail. It was already after 10pm by the time they had booked me.
They led me to another cell and I asked about Aaron, they told me that we would be kept separate until we were arraigned. I sat on the bunk and tried to figure out what I was going to do. Hopefully Aaron would convince them that he was acting alone, and they would let me go. I honestly had no idea that Aaron was doing anything like this.
I barely slept all night but was sure that once I talked to my lawyer, and Aaron told them everything that things would be fine. When they brought my breakfast, they told me that the public defender would be talking to me in about an hour. I was a bit relieved.
I was led back to the same interrogation room that I had spent over an hour in last night. A man that looked only a year or two older than me was seated at the table.
He stood and held out his hand, “I’m Rusty Parker, and I will be defending you. Please have a seat so we can discuss your case.”
He nodded at the officer as the officer left the room and closed the door.
Rusty pulled out his notepad and said, “Okay, let’s start from the beginning.”
I said, “The beginning of what? I came home from work last night and took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, I found cops waiting with their guns drawn and telling me I was under arrest. Now I find out the man I was living with was selling drugs. You need to talk to him, and he will tell you that I had no idea any of this was going on.”
He looked at his notes, “Are you referring to Aaron Harper?”
I nodded, “Yes, Arron and I have been together for over a year.”
Rusty took a deep breath, “Ethan, didn’t anyone tell you about Aaron?”
I shook my head, “No, I already told you I had no idea he was selling drugs.”
He said, “No, I didn’t mean that.” He paused and took a deep breath, “Aaron committed suicide last night. They found him this morning; he used a rolled-up sheet to hang himself.”
My stomach flipped, I just stared at Rusty trying to comprehend what he had just told me.
Rusty said, “I’m sorry Ethan, I thought the police had already told you. Are you going to be okay?”
I took a deep breath, “I don’t know. What does this mean for my case? Did Aaron tell them that I didn’t have anything to do with all of this?”
Rusty sighed, “I don’t know what he told them, he had a different public defender, I am meeting with him after I talk to you. The police just told me that they were pursuing the case against you with the charge of dealing drugs. I’m sorry to tell you, the DA is a hard nose on drug cases. He’ll probably seek the maximum sentence.”
I protested, “But I wasn’t selling drugs, it was all Aaron.”
He said, “I’ll do my best and will talk to the DA later today.”
The next three months were a blur, I was just a naive, 20-year-old who has never even had a parking ticket. The first time that I had ever interacted with the police was the night I was arrested. Endless meetings with Rusty filled the days, and mom and Danny would visit me whenever they could. Mom was unable to help bail me out without dad finding out, I told her I didn’t want her to anyway. Danny told me that dad just said that this proves that throwing me out of the house was the right decision.
The day of my trial arrived; at the advice of Rusty, I was waiving my right to a jury trial. The lawyers would present their cases to the judge, and he would decide my guilt or innocence. I knew things weren’t going well when the undercover cop that bought the drugs from Aaron said that I was involved in the deal.
I whispered to Rusty, “This is the first time I have ever seen this guy.”
Rusty nodded and made a note and then when he was cross-examining the cop, he asked if he was sure he had seen me before. Of course, the cop stuck to his story and the DA said that he would take the work of a veteran police officer over a drug dealer any day. Rusty objected and the DA smirked and said, “Excuse me, ‘alleged’ drug dealer. The damage had already been done.
After the lawyers gave their closing statements, the judge ordered me to stand, he was ready to deliver his verdict.
He said, “Ethan Andrews, after hearing all the testimony and seeing the evidence, I find you guilty...”
I went numb, the judge continued with some more legal ramblings. I heard him again when he said, “I hereby sentence you to five years at the Springfield Correction Facility.” He banged his gavel and I was led from the courtroom to a small room.
Rusty joined me and said, “I’m sorry Ethan. I wish I could have done more.”
I asked, “Can I appeal the verdict?”
He sighed, “Yes, but I have to warn you, the public defender’s office is so back logged, that it could take months or even years to get your case to court. I’ll have my office send the paperwork to Springfield so you can fill it out.”
I nodded, “I have to try something, I didn’t sell any drugs. I’m telling you the truth, why won’t anyone believe me?”
Rusty gave me a pitiful look, “Fill out that paperwork and I’ll see what I can do.” He paused and then added, “At least you’re being sent to Springfield, it’s not the worst place as far as prisons go.”
Somehow, I didn’t take much consolation in his statement. I was allowed to see mom and Danny; they had come to my trial. We said our goodbyes and I was led back to my cell. I would be taken to Springfield the next morning.
Again, I barely slept all night. I had no idea what to expect when I arrived at my new home for the next five years. The next morning, I and five other guys were cuffed and loaded into a van for the hour drive to the Springfield Correction Facility. I was cussing Aaron for the entire trip. How the hell could he do something like this to me. I really cared for him, and I thought he cared for me.
We were taken from the van and told to sit in a waiting room to be processed. One by one we were taken into an office; I was the third one to go into the office.
The man behind the desk said, “Have a seat. I am Hank Davis, the Lead Correction Officer here” I sat at the chair in front of the desk; the man opened a file and began to read through it.
He looked up at me and asked, “Are you Ethan Andrews?”
I nodded, “Yes, sir.”
He flipped through the pages of the file, “This is your first run in with the law?”
I swallowed hard, “Yes sir, I have never even had a parking ticket.”
He furrowed his brow, “And you thought selling drugs was a smart move?”
I sighed, “No sir, I didn’t sell any drugs, it was my roommate.”
He rolled his eyes, “Yep, everyone in this place is innocent.”
I hung my head; again, no one believed me. I guess I needed to just keep my mouth shut and try my best to get through the next five years.
He looked at the last page in my file and said, “Oh, I see Judge Frank Meyer and DA Harold Thomas handled your case.”
I said, “Yes sir.”
He closed my file and said, “Look Ethan, just follow the rules and do as you’re told and you will be fine. Springfield is a minimum-security prison. Most of our inmates are first time offenders, drunk drivers, white collar criminals and the like. All our inmates are expected to work while they are here. We have a cabinet shop, an auto repair shop and if you don’t have those skills, you will be working in either the laundry or kitchen. Do you have any skills?”
I cleared my throat, “Yes sir, I worked construction before I was arrested.”
He made some notes, “Good, we can use some extra help in the cabinet shop. We have several contractors that hire us to build the cabinets for the houses that they build. Right now, we are a couple of weeks behind. Do you think you will be able to handle that.”
For the first time since I was arrested, I felt a little relief, “Yes sir, I can handle working in the cabinet shop.”
He gave me a slight smile, “Good, you will start in the morning. Ethan, just relax and things will work out. I am going to have you share a cell with Eli O’Rielly; he will help you get settled in.”
I took a deep breath as I stood and was told to return to the waiting room. We would be issued clothing and bedding and then taken to our cells once we were all processed. The rest of the guys that I had shared the van ride with took their turns in the office. Once the last guy came back out of the office, we were handed a laundry bag with our clothes and bedding. We were also given a small shaving kit. There was a commissary in the prison that we could replace the supplies with when needed. We would earn money from doing our jobs.
Hank Davis came out of the office and handed a file to the five other guards that were waiting with us. He said, “Take our new inmates to their cells to meet their cellmates. I will take Ethan to his cell.”
As we walked down the corridor, Hank said, “Eli’s former cellmate was just released on parole. Eli is a good guy, and he will show you the ropes, he works in the auto repair shop.”
I just nodded as I listened and Hank opened the door to the cell that would be my new home. We walked inside as Hank said, “Eli, this is Ethan.”
Eli stood from the bottom bunk of the beds that lined one wall of our cell. Holy shit, Eli was at least six inches taller than I am and I’m sure he outweighed me by 50 pounds. He was shirtless and had the biggest chest I had ever seen. His red hair was tussled but looked like he had it styled that way. I felt my knees buckle when his piercing green eyes caught mine. My throat went dry; he looked like he was annoyed that I was invading his space.
Hank leaned toward Eli and said, “Look after him, he doesn’t belong here.”
Eli nodded as Hank walked out of the cell. Eli’s look softened a bit as he held out his hand, “Hi Ethan.”
I swallowed hard and squeaked out, “Hi.”
Eli said, “I hope you don’t mind the top bunk.”
I shook my head, “No, not at all.”
He said, “You can hang your clothes on those hooks. They pick up laundry every Tuesday and Thursday, just put your dirty clothes in your laundry bag and leave it at the door before you go to work. Meals are at 7am, noon and 6pm. The food is okay, but after you get your first paycheck, you can get some snacks at the commissary if you want.”
By the time I had my bed made and clothes put away, I was starting to relax. Eli was an imposing man, but his rich baritone voice was a bit soothing, and he had put me at ease. He asked how I ended up in prison and I told him my story.
I asked, “What about you?”
He shrugged, “I was a stupid kid that chose the wrong friends. I never knew my dad and mom was always working. By the time I quit high school, I had been arrested for shoplifting a few times and when I was 20, I drove the getaway car when my buddies robbed a convenience store.”
I asked, “How old are you now?”
He replied, “22, how old are you?”
I said, “20.”
Eli said, “My little brother Cyrus is your age. I hope he’s not headed down the same path as me.”
I asked, “Have you talked to him recently?”
He shook his head, “No, when I was sent here, I sent him to live with my Aunt Claire in Edgewater.”
“Will she keep him out of trouble?”
He sighed, “I hope so. I wasn’t being a very good example for him.”
I asked, “What about your mom?”
Eli rolled his eyes, “She had a hard enough time taking care of herself. She wasn’t the most mentally stable person in the world. Aunt Claire told me that she passed away last June.”
I said, “I’m sorry.”
I told him about my family but left out the reason why my dad had kicked me out of the house. I knew I would have to tell him that I was gay sooner or later but decided to wait for the right time.
It was dinner time, so Eli showed me to the dining hall. He was right, the food was okay, but I would probably be buying some snacks as soon as I had some money. We went back to our cell and Eli said, “We can watch TV until lights out at 10, but I usually like to stay in here and read. I am going to take a shower if you want to see where the shower room is.”
I nodded, “Yeah, I could use a shower.”
We stripped to our underwear and went to take our shower. When Eli dropped his underwear, I’m sure my mouth was hanging open. His uncut cock was just perfect and surrounded by the sexiest ginger pubes that I have ever seen. I quickly diverted my eyes; I didn’t want to give away my secret so soon.
I quickly soaped up and rinsed off, I knew I needed to get dressed before I popped wood. There were a lot more hot guys in the shower that were catching my attention. I dried off and was pulling my underwear back on when an older flabby guy walked up next to me.
He grinned, “Well, what do we have here, new meat?”
Before I could say anything, Eli stepped between us and said, “Back off Chuck, he’s not interested in you.”
Chuck stepped back, “Sorry, I didn’t know that you claimed him already.”
Eli stared him down, “Just leave him alone.”
We went back to our cell and Eli crawled into his bunk with a book. He gave me a book when I said I didn’t want to go watch TV. I climbed up into my bunk and opened the book.
Eli said, “Don’t worry about Chuck, he won’t bother you anymore.”
I sighed, “Thanks, is there a lot of that sort of thing that goes on around here?”
Eli chuckled, “No, not that I know of, but I don’t go looking for it either. Chuck just tries that with every new guy that shows up. You just need to be a little more careful from now on. If they find out you’re gay, you will get all kinds of attention.”
I panicked, “What do you… I mean… how do you know that I am gay?”
He sighed, “You really checked me out when Hank first brought you in here. You were looking at everyone in the shower. I can’t tell you who is and isn’t gay, but Chuck is, just be careful and if anyone bothers you, just let me know.”
I sighed, “Thanks, I’ll be careful.”
The next morning after breakfast, Hank took me to the cabinet shop and introduced me to Joe. Joe was the inmate that was in charge of the shop although there was a civilian that managed the operation. Joe was in Springfield after his fifth arrest for drunk driving. He showed me around and I was soon into the flow of my new job. I did like it and was glad that I had something to occupy my time.
Over the next couple of months, I got into my routine and made a couple of friends. I at least had a few guys that I could play cards with in the evenings. Eli would join us once in a while, but he mostly like to read in our cell.
We were both in our cell reading. It had now been over six months since I had relieved myself, sexually. As soon as they turned the lights out at 10, I couldn’t fight the urge to reach into my underwear and gave my already hard cock a couple of strokes. I was trying to be very quiet and not move too much. I wasn’t sure if Eli was still awake or not.
I found out he wasn’t sleeping when he said, “It’s okay Ethan, we all need a release from time to time.”
The sound of his soothing voice pushed me over the edge, and my hand was soon covered with my jizz. I said, “Sorry, it’s been a long time.”
He chuckled, “No worries, we all do it.”
A few weeks later, we were lying in bed reading. I heard Eli close his book and wasn’t sure, but I think the bed was shaking a little. My curiosity got the best of me; I had to sneak a peek. I slowly moved to the edge of my bed and tried to look at Eli’s bunk.
Just as Eli came into view, he looked up and caught me watching him jack off. His eyes locked on mine, but he didn’t stop. He actually pulled his blanket away to give me a better view. I immediately reached into my underwear and began to stroke myself.
As if I was hypnotized, I jumped off my bunk and stood there watching Eli, he still had not stopped. I’m not sure where the words came from, but I heard myself say, “Can I help you with that?”
Eli said, “You don’t have to, but if you want …”
I immediately went to my knees and wrapped my lips around that sweet uncut piece of meat. Eli was moaning as I bobbed up and down as far as I could. I felt his hands on the back of my head as I kneaded his full nuts with one hand and stroked my leaking cock with the other.
God, it had been so long since I sucked a cock, I was like a man possessed. I ran my tongue under that foreskin trying to taste every part of that perfect dick. Eli moaned and groaned as my tongue explored every inch. Eli panted, “Damn it, you’ve got me close, Ethan.”
That only encouraged me further. I locked my lips on Eli’s pole as tight as I could. Eli grunted as my mouth was filled with a huge load of Eli’s love juices. God, he tasted so good. I felt my own nuts tighten and that familiar tingling. Just as Eli’s final spasms dribbled the last drop of cum from his nuts, I sent my own jizz flying across my hand and onto the floor.
I kept licking Eli’s cock until I had it completely clean and it had begun to deflate. His broad purple head receding behind that sexy foreskin. I finally let it fall from my mouth and looked up at Eli.
He smiled, “You didn’t have to do that.”
I nodded, “I know, but I really wanted to. I hope it was okay.”
He sighed, “It was more than okay, it was incredible.”
I said, “I may be willing to do it anytime you want me to.”
He chuckled, “Good to know, but I will never demand that you do.”
I smiled, “Good to know.”
To be Continued…
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