My Time In Prison I Never Talk About

In the end of 1975 I committed a crime with a friend. Few days later we were caught. We both were 23 at the time skinny and both on the shorter side. Both of us were kept in county jail as we waited for our court dates. My friend’s came first and when he was handed 3 years in the state prison I knew shit had gotten real serious. Especially when a few guys in county including a guard told my friend he best grease his ass up now with Vaseline because they are going to fuck him within a week of going to prison.

My court date came two weeks later. After my friend had already been shipped off. I was giving 2.5 years since I admitted to the crime. A few guys messed with me for the next day as I waited to get transferred. They said the state prison is no joke. You either do the fucking or get fucked. One told me hopefully they use some Vaseline to make it easier Another told me when a guy wants it don’t fight it, you’ll end up getting stabbed or worse. Essentially I was told to let a guy bust my cheeks by the guy in county. He also told me it’s gonna hurt the first time but don’t scream that will make matters worse.

Was transferred to prison and was in a different cell block then my friend. When I asked about my friend another inmate started laughing saying he was getting his checks busted by a few of his friends since he had got there.

The following evening I was bent over a bunk, was forced to put Vaseline on myself and I laid there as a man butt fucked me. It hurt but I didn’t scream. He got off inside me. That started my long 2.5 years there. It didn’t occur daily but once to a few times a week I had to put out for a guy. Sometimes there was a few guys looking to get off.