Right at the end of the room were two spare bunks, one on top of the other. Next to them stood a huge black guy, wearing a tight vest and sweat pants. He held a weight in his arm and curled his bicep over and over as I walked to the beds. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and saw that his big, brown eyes watched me like a hawk as I moved. He had short dreadlocks and a coarse, stubbly face.

I casually placed my bag onto the top bunk, right next to him. He turned and looked straight at me.

‘Oh no you didn’t!’ he said and put his weight down. ‘Did you just try to claim my bunk?’

I froze, terrified.

‘No, I mean, yes, I mean, I didn’t know it was yours,’ I stammered, trying to control my anxiety.

‘The only way you’re gettin’ in that bunk, is by sharin’ it with me.’

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John never thought he'd end up in prison. When his life takes a turn for the worst and it's where he ends up, he's terrified. Effeminate white men don't have a great time behind bars.

His only hope lies in Tyrone, a handsome in-mate who takes a shine to the newcomer, and who offers his protection, on one condition.

Soon, both John and Tyrone are going to be experiencing feelings they didn't know they had.

This erotic 3,500 word story contains explicit M/M scenes of hot sex and filthy language. Reader discretion is advised.

Strictly for adults only! ;)