Date: Sat, 6 Apr 2013 11:15:30 -0400 (EDT)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 25

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 25 – The Holidays.

Sid and I were still going at it when the first CO arrived, but then three others
showed up a few seconds later.  After they got the cellblock unlocked, Roy and
Irvin backed away, since they didn't want it to appear as if they had been
involved, as the COs came rushing at Sid and me.  After telling Darren to back
away, they grabbed Sid and I from behind and pinned us to the floor, thus
making it impossible for us to continue.  Once we had both been restrained, I
immediately relaxed and stopped fighting and flailing about, but Sid, on the other
hand, continued to struggle and tried his hardest to get at me again.

A minute or so later, Sid and I were in handcuffs and being dragged out of the
cellblock.  We were taken to two separate, windowless rooms, which were
generally used for inmates to meet with their lawyers, and were then handcuffed
to a bar built into the wall.  The bar had been installed so violent prisoners could
be handcuffed to it while they were in there, because some of them had even
threatened their attorney for not getting them out of the legal mess they were in.
Once we had been restrained in this fashion, we were left waiting there alone,
until someone came along to interrogate us.  When one of the COs finally
entered the room where I was a few minutes later, he wanted my view of what
had happened.

"What the hell was going on in there?" he began.

"I'm not really sure," I replied.  "I was sitting at one of the tables playing cards
with Darren, when Sid came rushing at me and started throwing punches.  I don't
know why, because I never did anything to provoke him."

He asked a bunch of other questions and then left me alone for a few minutes, so
I thought possibly he was going over to talk to Sid.  What I didn't know at the time
was that there was another CO talking to Sid and the CO I'd been talking to went
to speak with Darren and the other pair from our cellblock.  Before long, he
returned and began to fill me in about a few other facts.

"I spoke with the inmate you were playing cards with, as well as the other two,
and they all seemed to support your story," he told me.  "The other two inmates
basically stated that they, and the inmate who attack you, had been watching the
news when a story came on about a guy raping and murdering a child.  They
said that seemed to set the other guy off and he felt inclined to take it out on you.
They told me that since you were in for a similar crime, he felt you had it coming
and the other two didn't seem to feel that they should try to stop him."

"So they intend to make me pay for what other people do too," I stated, shaking
my head.  "Look, I'll admit that I gave a young man a blowjob, but I never hurt,
coerced or forced anyone to do anything.  I've even done my best to stay clear of
those three, so something like this wouldn't happen, because they've made it
clear how they feel about me.  No matter how hard I've tried to avoid a problem,
it still happened."

There was a brief pause, before the CO spoke.

"Look, how would you feel if we moved you, along with the guy you get along
with, I think his name is Lee," the CO offered.  "We have some cells up on the
third floor for people who need to be placed in protective custody and I think you
might fit the bill, especially now that this has happened.  The other cellblocks in
your wing seemed to be cheering your attacker on, so I'm afraid word is going to
get around to others, so moving you where you'll be away from everyone else
might be best."

"Yeah, I'll bet they were cheering, so I'd like to be moved," I agreed, "as long as
Darren, or Lee as you called him, gets to come with me.  I don't think he'd do well
in there with them either, since they seem to think we have some sort of an illicit
relationship, so I believe he would prefer such a move as well."

The CO left again and was gone for several more minutes and then he finally
came back to get me.

"I'm going to take you back to your cellblock and give you time to pack up your
things," he began.  "We're going to keep the inmate who attacked you down here
for now, until we get you relocated.  I'll stay with you until you finish and then I'll
take you and Lee to your new home."

I nodded and then followed him back to the cellblock.  Darren rushed up to greet
me when I walked in and asked if I was all right.  He then helped me pack up my
belongings, because he had already gathered his things together in preparation
for the move.  Unbeknownst to me, the CO had come up to ask him if he was
agreeable to moving to another area with me, so after he consented and the CO
left to get me again, Darren quickly packed up his stuff and got everything ready
so we could be moved together.

I felt loaded down when we went to leave there, because I had three bags with
my clothes, writing materials and personal belongings in them, but I also had to
carry my pillow and bedding.  Once we were ready, we were taken to the third
floor, led to the rear wing and taken to one of the split cellblocks.

"Since we aren't crowded, we're going to put you in a cellblock with three cells,
so you won't be so cramped," he informed us.  "If the situation changes, then
we'll either put someone else in with you that we think you'll get along with or
we'll move you to a cellblock with only two cells.  Just keep your noses clean and
you shouldn't have any further problems."

I thanked the CO for his help, but Darren wasn't finished with him yet.

"What about Sid?" he wondered.  "What are you going to do with him?  Is he just
going to get to go back to the cellblock with the other two now?"

"No, besides losing any credit he had earned toward good-time, we're going to
be moving him to one of the isolation cells, where he'll have no contact with any
other inmates for a while," the CO replied.  "Maybe that will teach him, and those
who might be motivated by his actions, that such outbursts and attacks will not
be tolerated and will be punished severely."

Darren felt that sounded like a fair punishment, so he also thanked the CO.  He
not only thanked him for making sure Sid was punished, but also for putting us
together, since he told the CO that he felt I was the only one in here he could
trust.  The CO told us we were welcome, especially since we hadn't started or
caused any problems.

That night, Darren and I settled into our new cells.  He took the one next to the
solid wall that divided the cellblock, since that was the end where the television
was located, so I took the cell next to his.  After we made our bunks and put our
other things away, we took some time to look around our new and smaller
cellblock.  We decided not to utilize the extra cell, even to store anything,
because they might end up putting someone else in with us later.  We really
didn't need the extra room though, since we had the common area and two
tables to take advantage of now.  Plus we also had our own TV to watch, which
should help to pass the time.

We hadn't watched the TV very much before this, because Roy and Irvin were
always parked in front of it, but now we would be able sit at the table closest to it
and watch whatever was on.  Since that table was larger than the one in the cell,
it would give me more room to spread my things out to write at the same time,
but still leave enough room for Darren to draw, while we also kept track of what
was playing on the tube.

There was also plenty of room so we could continue working out on our own, if
we still needed too, because I wasn't sure what our rec options would be from
this point on.  I felt we'd still be taken out with another group, although we had no
way of knowing what they'd be like, but we could consider that option later, after
we got to see who was in the group.  For now, Darren and I agreed that this was
going to work out far better for us than our previous situation.

When we went to sleep that night, I think we both felt a lot better.  Not only did
we get rid of the other three, but Darren and I also made out much better in this
deal.  I guess it was worth the few bumps and bruises Sid had inflicted on me, as
well as the scraped knuckles I ended up with from punching him back.  When we
were locked in later at lights out, I felt pretty good about everything and don't
think I've slept as soundly since I'd been in here, because we'd left the nightly
catcalls behind as well.

When we woke up Sunday morning, which was the final day of the long
Thanksgiving weekend, Darren and I discovered that everything was quite
different now.  We no longer had to wait when the food trays were delivered, so
we didn't step on anyone's toes, and we could stay out in the common area
without getting dirty looks or encountering other problems.  We now had more
than enough room to do whatever we wanted and there was even more for us to
do, since the two squatters no longer blocked us from sitting close to the
television.

Not only that, but it seemed that the trusty assigned to our cellblock had taken an
immediate liking to us as well, because he began slipping us a little more on our
food trays and even had us bring our personal cups down when he brought the
evening coffee or tea around, so he could give us extra.  If he had anything left
over after he finished taking care of the others in our wing, since we were in the
last wing he took care of, he would come back and add even more to our cups,
rather than take it for himself, give it to someone else or dump it down the drain.
We thanked him for doing this and began to get to know him even better in the
process.

It was almost a relief when the Thanksgiving weekend came to an end, because
we could now at least temporarily pretend it wasn't still the holiday season.
However, this wasn't exactly easy to do, since commercials for various Christmas
specials filled in the gaps between the shows the desk sergeant allowed us to
watch.  There were also commercials touting the latest and most sought after
holiday gifts, which only helped to remind us of what we were missing out on.

This point was driven home even further when our friendly trusty told us the jail
was going to be throwing a little get together for those of us that were still
incarcerated on Christmas Eve.  Shortly after he filled us in about this, one of the
COs came around and gave each of us a sheet of paper that listed some options
of things we could choose to get as the token Christmas gift we would receive at
the jailhouse Christmas party.  They were all very simple items, and not
particularly desirable, but I guess it's the thought that counts.

It seems that every year one of the local civic organizations purchased small gifts
for the inmates and passed them out at the party on Christmas Eve, in an
attempt to bring a little holiday cheer to the less fortunate.  In order to make sure
that we got something that we wouldn't merely throw in the trash, they provided
this limited list of items for us to choose from.  You were told you could choose
up to three items and number them 1, 2 or 3, to show your order of preference.
How many of these items you might receive depended on how much money they
had to spend, but you would get at least one gift.  The list of choices included
such basic items as socks, underwear, long underwear and deodorant, but it also
gave a few other items we could choose from, such as paperback books, writing
materials, art supplies and other items that had been approved by the jail
administrators.

At first I wasn't going to ask for anything, because I felt there was nothing I either
wanted or needed, but then Darren talked me into relenting, so I marked some
choices on my slip.  After those lists were collected, I actually looked forward to
receiving one of those small gifts and knew that even though it wasn't much, it
would still help to brighten my holiday.

The other thing that worked out in our favor because of the move was that we got
to take rec with a smaller group, which so far had no idea about what I'd been
convicted of.  One of the COs, who seemed to take a special interest in us after
we'd been relocated, explained that we'd be taking rec with any others who were
also in the smaller cellblocks, excluding any minors, and we'd be going out with a
group of non-violent state prisoners from one of the other wings.  He explained
the other inmates in the small cellblocks were just as concerned about their
safety as we were, so things had been set up to make this as enjoyable and
worry free for us as possible.  After hearing this, Darren and I decided to give it a
try.

The first time we went out with this group, the other inmates merely asked our
names, but never brought up the question about what we were in for.  I guess
that since they didn't want to answer a similar question, they felt it best to leave
well enough alone.  Darren and I were fine with this and now looked forward to
getting outside and enjoying some fresh air on a daily basis.

We grabbed a basketball and shot hoops for a while, but no one else joined us
and no one suggested having a game.  When we grew tired of doing that, we did
some pull-ups on the bars that were attached to the side of the building and then
we jogged around the rec yard until it was time to go back inside.  Yes, this
meant we sweated in our jail jumpsuits again and they were still only changed
once a week, but since we were the only ones in our cellblock and we weren't
cramped in a tiny cell, we felt we could deal with it for now.  We did try to sponge
down afterward, which helped some, although it did little to help what had been
absorbed into the fabric of the jumpsuit, but we'd learn to cope.

We were also told that this would be the group we'd be having the Christmas
party with, since that was going to be held in shifts, just like the rec hour and with
the same groups.  This made Darren and I feel a little better about attending that
as well, so now we were looking forward to going and enjoying a little
camaraderie, as well as devouring a few seasonal treats and receiving our gifts.
I was also told this would be held in the rec room, which I hadn't seen yet and
was curious as to what it looked like, so this was another definite plus.

Our friendly trusty had also told us that the rec room would be decorated for the
occasion, complete with a Christmas tree, and there would be tables set up with
snacks, sweets and beverages, which would include eggnog.  The Sheriff's
department was able to do this, because they not only used some of the profits
from the inmate store, but they also received special donations from local
businesses for this event.  Since this was going to be held with those we were
currently going to rec with and we'd been enjoying our time with them, Darren
and I felt this might be something fun to attend.  We had already figured that
everyone else would be in an extremely upbeat mood that day, so they probably
wouldn't waste time thinking about doing anything foolish, so I felt we still might
have been tempted to try this, even if we had to attend the party with another
group.

I heard the guards on duty that day would be able to partake of the snacks and
drinks with us, since everything would either be donated or paid for without the
assistance of taxpayer funds.  Since they would be getting something extra as
well, we figured this would put the COs in a more upbeat mood too, yet they'd
still be there to provide a deterrent against any violent acts.  Darren and I weren't
nearly as worried about such things now, but it was still a plus to know that our
backs were covered.

Although Darren and I suddenly had more to do and very few other worries, the
days seemed to go by a little faster and we began to focus on this upcoming
reprieve from our ho-hum existence.  Even though it might have seemed to be
just a minor thing to most people, we suddenly couldn't wait for the date of the
party to arrive.  I tried to keep busy writing until then, as well as taking some time
out to do some other things with Darren, so he didn't think I was ignoring him, but
I was also doing my best to keep from dwelling on what I was missing out on.  I
wasn't totally successful in doing this though, because I would still occasionally
wonder how Jared, Josh and their mother were doing, but this usually only
happened when I was lying on my bunk, waiting to fall asleep at night.

Even though I did my best to keep from thinking about them, I just couldn't help
but feel badly that I wasn't going to be able to enjoy Christmas with their family.  I
had already missed taking the boys out trick-or-treating at Halloween and seeing
them dressed up, although I wasn't sure if Jared still did this, but I had also
missed spending Thanksgiving with them and enjoying that special meal together
too.  If that wasn't bad enough, now I was going to miss out on spending
Christmas with them as well and this was becoming more than I could bear.  I
knew these feelings would eventually swamp the lifeboat in my soul, but I would
try to delay that moment from happening for as long as I possibly could.

I could tell Darren was fighting with similar demons, since this was going to be
the first Christmas that he'd miss being with his parents.  I did everything I could
think of to keep him from dwelling on this fact and wallowing in the self-pity that
thinking about his situation would create.  Besides, doing this for him would also
help to keep my mind off of things as well.  In order to do this, I took more time
away from my writing, so I could play more games or watch television with him,
since it was just the two of us.  Sometimes I wished Fred were still around to help
me with this, so I could work, but then I realized how unfair that would have been
to Fred by wishing he was locked up again just to help me fill the gap.  I had no
relief pitcher warming up in the bullpen, so I would have to throw the complete
game on my own.

That was another thing that amazed me, in that no one had been assigned to the
extra cell in our cellblock yet.  I know this is a good-sized jail and holds quite a
few prisoners – especially when you consider the size of the local community, so
I doubted that the jail was ever full, but I thought the staff would at least keep the
cellblocks that were occupied as full as possible, in order to avoid opening
another wing for just one or two inmates.

In a way, it was both good and bad news for us that we were in here alone.  It
was good news in as far as there wasn't anyone in here we didn't trust and would
make things tense, but it was bad in that we could have used another person to
help relieve the boredom and keep Darren entertained, so I could possibly get a
bit more work completed.  Oh well, maybe it was for the best if things stayed as
they were.

When Christmas Eve Day finally arrived, you could feel the excitement level in
the cellblocks rise just a bit.  Even though Darren and I were alone, we could
hear those in the other cellblocks in our wing and could tell they were looking
forward to this as well.  Hell, someone was even singing Christmas carols, which
I thought for kind of unusual.  If he'd been in our old cellblock, I'm sure Roy and
Irvin would have been happy to make fun of him or try to get him to shut up,
because they would have considered it a silly thing for a grown man to do.  Not
only that, but they would have been thrilled to point out that it was extremely
childish to get so excited about a simple Christmas party.

What some of the inmates might not understand, or possibly were just unwilling
to admit, was that when you had so little to look forward to, even something as
innocuous as a simple party could become monumental.  Not only because we'd
be getting a few special treats, along with a small gift or two, but it would also
help us to escape the reality of this place, if only for just a short time.  That, in
itself, was a victory worth celebrating.

Throughout the day, we were allowed to watch a number of Christmas movies,
which included 'It's a Wonderful Life,' 'Miracle on 34th Street' and 'Scrooge,' the
musical version of 'A Christmas Carol.'  I think they were doing this to put us in
the mood for the Christmas party, which was being held throughout the day, plus
it would give us a chance to watch some movies that we might have also
watched if we were home during this time.

Around our usual coffee time, our group was taken to the rec room to participate
in this seasonal diversion.  I was surprised at how festive the place looked and
that everyone was smiling and even wishing the COs and each other Merry
Christmas.  No one seemed to be making light of this and we were directed
toward the various tables, which included the two ping-pong tables, and each
them had been covered with a paper holiday tablecloth and loaded down with
various treats.

We were encouraged to help ourselves to the ample selection of goodies, which
looked very appealing.  Not only was there a vast quantity and variety of
Christmas cookies and different types of candies, but there were also some
cocktail wieners with a mustard dip, cocktail wieners wrapped in a pastry,
Swedish meatballs in noodles, a cheese dip with bread cubes to dip in it,
pretzels, chips and dip, Doritos and salsa and a vegetable tray with a dip of its
own.

On the drink table was an assortment of sodas, both regular and diet, as well as
cartons of eggnog.  I was truly grateful for the eggnog, since I never felt as if it
was truly Christmas unless I'd had the chance to down at least one glass of
eggnog.  Tonight, however, I was a pig and knocked down three.  Hey, you have
to take advantage of these limited opportunities, and besides, most of the other
inmates had already been here, since we were the last group to attend, and the
inmates here with me didn't seem as thrilled as I did partaking of this particular
beverage.  All in all, it was a very nice Christmas surprise, especially for Darren
and me, because it helped to soften the memories of the rough start we'd
endured in this place.

While we were eating and drinking, the guards were pointing each of us out to
the members of the service organization, who then approached to present us
with the gift they had purchased on our behalf.  I had just finished pouring my
third glass of eggnog when I was handed a package and wished a Merry
Christmas.  I thanked the person giving it to me and wished him a Merry
Christmas as well, and then I went back to my eggnog.  While the other inmates
were ripping open their presents, I merely tucked mine under my arm and
continued to sample some of the remaining fare.

After we'd been here for about forty minutes, the guards announced they'd take
anyone back who wanted to return to their cellblocks early, since some of the
others had already grown tired of this little treat.  Only about a dozen of us were
left, so Darren and I felt it would be a good time to check this place out in more
depth.   I'd been looking forward to having a chance to see this room for myself
and was quite impressed by what I saw.  Even though it wasn't as it would
normally appear, Darren and I were still able to get an idea of what it had to offer
and what it might be like when it was used for rec.  Now, however, there were
several tables spread across the area that would normally encompass the
weights, library corner and the viewing area for large-screen television.

Darren asked me to go over to the bookcase with him, while he checked out what
they had there.  After looking the selection over, he picked out a couple of
paperbacks and asked one of the COs if he'd be able to take them back to his
cell.  When he was told that would be fine, he lit up as if he'd just been given
another present and I was glad to see him so happy about being granted such a
simple pleasure.

A little while later, we were taken back to our cells.  As we were leaving, I saw
the trusties coming in so they could begin to clean the place up, since we had
been the last group to attend.  It also made me feel better about being such a pig
with the eggnog, since I hadn't deprived anyone else of that small pleasure.
When we got back to our cells, Darren showed me what he'd selected, which
was two more sketchpads.  He was thrilled that he had them and told me that it
would prevent me from having to supply them for him, at least for a while.  Now,
he asked me what I had received.

"I got something that Santa wanted me to pass along to you," I stated, as I placed
the package in his hands.

"No way.  That is for you.  You have to have a present too," Darren protested.

"Darren, there is nothing I needed or wanted in here," I replied.  "Besides, I'd
have no use for this anyway, so go ahead and just open it.  I picked it out for you
in the first place."

He started to protest again, but I held up my hand and stopped him, so he
relented and ripped the wrapping paper off of the package.  When he saw what it
was, he just looked up at me and grinned.

"Damn, I never thought of asking for something like this," he admitted.

"Well, do you like it and do you think you can use it?" I followed, and his grin
widened.

"Hell, yes!" he agreed.  "Now instead of drawing and trying to color it in with those
colored pencils, I can do a sketch and then use the brushes to fill it in with these
watercolors.  Thanks, Bob.  It was really nice of you to ask for something for me,
instead of getting something for yourself, but I don't know why you keep doing all
these things for me."

"I do it because you are my friend and you can use it more than I can.  I'm just
glad I'm able to help out."

This time he didn't hesitate and gave me a hug.  Maybe he did this because he
knew no one else was around to see it happen, but I felt it was a better gift than
anything anyone else could have given me at the moment.  When he broke the
embrace, he thanked me once more and then I sent him to his cell, to try out his
new gifts.  I used the time to watch TV alone for a while, since 'A Christmas
Carol' was on, the one with George C. Scott as Scrooge.

Just as the movie was ending, it was announced that lights out would be in five
minutes, so I rushed into my cell to brush my teeth.  The jail staff had allowed us
to stay up a little later tonight, possibly as another little holiday gift to us, but we
appreciated it, nonetheless.  Once I finished brushing my teeth, I stripped down
to my underwear and slid in between the sheets.  When they finally announced
lights out, it was followed by, "And a Merry Christmas to all," which showed that
even the guards had gotten into the spirit.

As I lie on my bunk that evening, I thought about how happy Darren had seemed
with his gifts, but then my attention shifted to another pair of young men.  I now
began to wonder what Jared and Josh might be up to, how their Christmas Eve
had been and what they might have done.  Then I wondered what Christmas Day
was going to be like for them.  What presents would they get, what would they
have for dinner and were they happy?  I began to feel badly that I wouldn't be
there to give them any gifts, see them smile or enjoy that special time with them.
It was a very depressing way to end what had been a fairly nice day.

A few seconds later, I could feel the moisture building in my eyes, even though I
had tried to fight against it, and soon the tears began streaming down my
cheeks.  Silently, I wished my boys a 'Merry Christmas', if only in spirit, and
quietly began to sing an old World War II Christmas song to myself, "I'll be home
for Christmas."  You might know how it goes.

"I'll be home for Christmas, You can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents under the tree.

"Christmas Eve will find me, where the love-light gleams.
I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams."

Eventually I fell asleep, but not before I had a chance to pine away about not
being with my boys tonight and tomorrow, while regretting another lost
opportunity.  I could only wonder if we'd ever get the chance to experience
another Christmas together or if I'd even see them again.  I think I actually cried
myself to sleep that night, but then I may have just passed out, overcome from
the pain I felt in my heart from not being with them.  Christmas had always been
my favorite time of the year, so it really hurt that I wasn't able to celebrate it
properly or spend it with the ones I loved the most in this world.

Christmas morning we were allowed to sleep an hour later than normal and
received a special treat when breakfast arrived as well.  This morning we were
served pancakes, scrambled eggs, two slices of raisin toast, two sausage links,
two pieces of bacon, milk and juice.  What a nice surprise!

Everyone knew there were going to be special visiting hours scheduled for today
as well, so I figured many of the inmates had most likely begun to spruce
themselves up for their eventual visit with their loved ones.  Seeing Darren and I
knew we wouldn't be having any visitors today, we just went back to our cells to
relax, after gorging ourselves on that special breakfast.

Once the trusty had picked up our breakfast trays and the CO had made his
rounds, Darren came over to my cell to ask a favor.

"Bob, I really need your help," he stated, while giving me a pathetic look.

"Sure.  What's up?" I followed.

I didn't have even the slightest clue as to what this might be about.

"Will you promise you won't laugh or think less of me after I tell you?" he
followed.

He had a very concerned look on his face now, which gave me an indication that
he considered this to be a very serious matter.

"I promise, Darren.  So what's the problem?"  I asked.

He didn't respond right away and just stared at me, so I felt I had to prod him.

"Come on, you should know you can trust me by now," I added, trying to
reassure him.

"I do, but I feel kind of weird asking you this, but I can't take it any longer and
need your help."

"Help with what?" I followed, still not getting his drift.

"Look, I'm going nuts being locked up and I'm horny as hell," he announced,
while looking me in the eye.  "I've been taking care of myself, but my hand just
isn't doing it for me any more, so I was wondering if maybe you'd give me a
blowjob.  You said that's what you were doing with that kid and what got you put
in here, so I was hoping maybe you'd be willing to do that for me too."

"Are you sure about this," I instinctively asked.

"Yes, I need something else, something to take care of my problem and make
me feel better," he responded.  "I know you've told me you only do things with
willing partners and I want you to know that I'm really willing and need a blowjob
bad."

I wasn't sure how to respond to him at this point.  I knew what he wanted and
wouldn't mind helping him with his problem, but I wasn't convinced this was a
good idea.  Not only might he have second thoughts after we did it, but this
wasn't exactly the place you'd want to get caught doing something of this nature.
I guess he picked up on my indecision.

"Please, Bob?  I really need your help with this," he begged.  "I trust you, you
know that, and you're the only one I'd ever ask or allow to do this for me."

I finally decided how I wanted to approach this.

"Darren, are you sure you'll be able to live with having done this later?" I asked.
"I mean, do you think there might come a time when you would begin to hate me,
or yourself, for having done something of this nature with another male?"

"No!  I've thought this through and I really need it," he insisted.  "I won't hate you,
because you're my friend and you'd just be helping me out.  It's not like we're
going to do anything more than this.  I only want a blowjob and nothing more."

"And it won't bother you later that I was the one who gave it to you?" I pressed.

"Hell, no!" he replied.  "A blowjob is just a blowjob, plain and simple, and nothing
more."

He appeared to mean what he was saying and indicated that he didn't consider
this as participating in gay sex, but I also got the impression he was really in
desperate need of some sexual relief.

"If you are absolutely sure," I told him.

Now, I tried to think of a way we could do this without getting caught.

"Thanks, Bob.  You're a real friend.  I won't ever forget this," he added, before I
could say more.

I merely smiled and gave him a slight nod.

"Let's wait until we see the CO make his next round, so he won't accidentally
walk in on us in the middle of things," I suggested.

Darren agreed to this precaution, so we decided to play cards while we waited.
When the CO showed up and passed by, I thought Darren was going to give us
away by reacting too quickly.  When he saw the look on my face, he settled down
again and waited for another minute, until we felt the CO had gone.  Once that
happened, Darren encouraged me to go with him to my cell, which I did.

I sat down on the stool at my desk that was closest to the cell door and then I
directed Darren to stand in front of me, with his back facing outward.  This way, if
a guard should happen to come along, then I wanted him to see Darren's back,
so it wouldn't be obvious what we were doing.  Unless Darren was moaning or
making other noises, I was hoping it would merely look as if we were just passing
time in my cell and talking, as they were used to seeing us do by now.  As soon
as he was in position, Darren unfastened his jumpsuit and took out his dick, as if
he was preparing to take a leak in the toilet, and then he held it out for me.  He
was definitely larger than Jared in this area and had a decently formed, man-
sized penis, which was already rock hard in anticipation.

"Yeah, I guess you really do need this," I joked, trying to lighten the moment.

As I sat at my desk, with Darren strategically placed in front of me, all I had to do
was to bend slightly forward and take him into my mouth.  He moaned as my
tongue took a few exploratory swipes of his dickhead and before my lips slid
down the length of his shaft, which caused me to pull off quickly.  I did this so I
could remind him that he'd have to keep the noise down, if he didn't want us to
get caught.  He looked down at me at this point and nodded his understanding,
so since I felt somewhat reassured, I slowly took him back into my mouth.  Once
again, I began to nod back and forth on his rod, adding suction as I did so.

I could tell that Darren was fighting to contain the animal noises that were fighting
to escape his throat and somehow he was able to maintain control and not make
a sound.  However, he was allowing himself to get involved in the action and
began to thrust his hips in rhythm with my bobbing head.  I knew this wasn't
going to take very long, since he was about as horny as I've ever seen anyone in
my entire life, so before long he was spewing his creamy load into my mouth and
throat.  It was thicker and slightly saltier than Jared's, but it was still enjoyable, so
I swallowed some, but kept as much as I could in my mouth.  I did this because I
didn't want to disgust him by swallowing all of his cum, because that is generally
a turnoff for straight guys, except when it's a female doing it.

When his hip thrusts began to slow, and then subside completely, I felt he had
received all the stimulation he could handle, so I let his dick fall from my mouth.
At that point I got off my stool and walked over to my toilet, so I could spit his
remaining bodily fluids into the bowl.  I then grabbed my cup, filled it with water,
rinsed out my mouth and spit that water into the bowl too, but not before secretly
enjoying the taste for a few moments.

When I turned around, Darren was still leaning against the bars, with his dick still
hanging out, but now he had this look of pure contentment on his face.  I walked
past him and out of my cell, so I could sit at one of the tables in the common
area, while giving him time to enjoy the afterglow on his own.  A few minutes
later, he had recovered enough to rejoin me, and as he sat down, he thanked me
for my help.

"That was terrific and you're a really great friend," he gushed, in a whispered
tone.

"Just consider it a Christmas present," I teased, trying to make light of it.

Darren nodded and seemed really cool about this.  He also kept smiling at me,
until he finally decided to say something else.

"Did it really taste that bad?" he asked, while eying me.

"What are you talking about?" I followed, slightly confused.

"My spunk," he answered.  "Every girl that ever gave me a blowjob did that too."

"No, Darren, it wasn't bad at all," I assured him, "but I thought you'd be grossed
out if I swallowed it."

"No, I wouldn't have," he replied.  "When I was younger, I even used to lick it off
my fingers when I jerked off.  I didn't do that with all of it, just what got on my
hand, but it never really bothered me.  I hope that wasn't being too gay."

I laughed.

"No, even straight guys have been known to do that, if only out of curiosity," I
remarked.  "Doing it definitely doesn't make you gay."

"So you would have swallowed it, if you hadn't thought it would have grossed me
out," he pressed.

"Yes, I probably would have," I confirmed, which brought a smile to his lips.

"Okay, and just so you know, it wouldn't have grossed me out," he admitted.
"Damn, man.  You're awesome!  I knew I was right about you.  You're a great
guy and I really will try to pay you back for everything, but I just don't know how I
can do that."

"You don't have to and I'm not worried about it," I advised him.  "I'm just glad that
I was able to help.  Besides, that was a treat for me as well."

I grinned after I said this, knowing he'd catch my drift.

Darren and I then took advantage of being alone and spent some time watching
TV.  There was a parade on first, followed by a choir singing Christmas music in
a very elegant cathedral.  The show was very enjoyable, relaxing and a nice
change in our routine, but it also reinforced the fact that it was Christmas Day.

When lunch was delivered, we were pleased to see they had prepared another
special meal for us, which was almost as good as our Thanksgiving fare.  This
time we were given a good-size ham slice, topped with brown sugar and
pineapple, candied yams, baked beans and milk.  There was also a green salad
with oil and vinegar dressing in a paper bowl and a slice of apple pie on a paper
plate.  Again there was quite a bit to eat and it was pretty filling, but best of all, it
was fairly tasty as well.

After we finished eating that special fare, we went back to see what was on TV
and discovered that the movie 'A Christmas Story' was playing.  We decided to
watch it, and when it was over, it was followed by a professional football game.
Darren wasn't very interested in the game, so he went back to his cell to draw.
About an hour later, he came out to show me his first watercolor masterpiece.  It
was another picture of me, but this time he had me dressed up in a Santa outfit.
He giggled when he saw me stare at it.

"Well, you have been my Santa since I've been here, so I just thought I'd put you
in the correct costume," he teased.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't feel that you had to put a huge stomach on me," I
observed, before I let out a weak chuckle.

"I thought about it, but then I felt that it might upset you if I did that," he admitted.
"Besides, you're in decent shape, so I decided against it."

"I'm not really in that good of shape, since we've been kind of inactive and
overeating since Thanksgiving," I informed him, "but I was just joking about the
big belly."

"Are you sure?" he followed.  "I know how you've talked about losing weight in
here, so I thought that being heavy bothered you?"

"So you think I'm heavy?" I asked, partially joking.

At first he wasn't sure if he should answer, but then he saw my grin.

"No, not really, but I thought you did," he clarified.

"No, I had only said that because the meals weren't very good and not really
filling, so I thought everyone would be losing weight while they were in here,
even the skinniest guys," I clarified.

"Oh, ok," he stuttered.  "I really thought you were worried that you were
overweight."

"No, Darren, I'm not, so don't worry about it," I urged.

Darren seemed to relax a little, now that he was convinced I wasn't upset.

"And Darren, thanks for this picture," I added.  "I'll make sure to frame this one,
as well as the other picture you've given me.  When I get home, I'm going to start
a 'Darren's artwork wall' in my house, where I'll hang all the different drawing
you've either given to me or I decide to purchase from you later on."

"You won't have to buy anything from me," he protested.

"I will when you're a famous artist," I added, to let him know I thought he might be
able to make a living doing this.

"NO!  Even then I'll let you have whatever you want," he insisted.

"Even if I'd rather pay you for it?" I pressed.

"Yes, of course," he confirmed.  "I'll owe you at least that much for all you've
done to help me get started."

I decided maybe we should end this conversation for now, before he began to
feel he owed me even more.  We could always continue this again, at a later
date, if he ever got to the point where he was actually selling his artwork.

When dinner arrived later, we quickly saw that this wasn't nearly as big of a deal,
especially after the amazing breakfast and lunch we'd had.  This meal merely
consisted of a toasted cheese sandwich, a bowl of vegetable soup, some peach
slices in heavy syrup, a piece of cake and a carton of milk.  Thankfully, both of us
were still somewhat full from the two big meals we'd had earlier, so this little
offering should hold us over for the rest of the night.

After we'd finished our meals, we set the trays and utensils back on the shelf to
be picked up and then Darren and I stayed out at one of the tables.  I watched
the end of the football game that was on, while Darren continued to draw.  After
that, one of the more recent James Bond movies came on, but this appeared to
be a DVD that was playing, because there were no commercials.  We watched it,
since I didn't feel like continuing on my story and I think Darren was more than
ready to take a break from drawing, so this turned out to be a decent way to pass
the time until lights out.

Coffee was delivered shortly after the movie started, so after I finished my two
cups, I took a short break and went to my cell to brush my teeth and Darren did
the same.  Then, we went back out to watch the rest of the movie.  When it
ended, we knew it was nearly time for lights out, so Darren started to go to his
cell, but not before wishing me a final 'Merry Christmas' and thanking me for
helping him out with his problem.  He also thanked me for helping to make this a
far less boring and depressing time for him to endure.



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