So these are going to jump around quite a bit as I feel write what I’m remembering as I remember most of it. I was 22, and I got gotten into a bit of a pickle. I got caught on a possession charge and was going to do 8 months in prison. I was told I would be out in 4 months, so I wasn’t that worried going in. By the way, this is like 12 years after the last gay thing, and since then I had only ever done anything with a guy once after that, and it was only looking and jerking together. I won’t lie, I was a bit nervous about getting in a shower with guys, for obvious reasons. This is back before prisons had hd cameras everywhere and the cameras they did have had a bad habit of dying when the COs wanted them to.
My first few weeks there went mostly fine, though I couldn’t help getting a little hard showering with the guys. But no one tried anything. Until one night, as I’m sleeping, I hear my door buzz open. CO Owens came over and told me to get up and follow him. I did as I was told and he took me outside. Offered me a cigarette and led me behind a shed in the yard. As we smoked, he laid it all out for me.