Gay Prison Penpals Novels & Stories

Pfft, this isn't a household, it's a goddamn prison and I've been given a life sentence. But even in this prison, I still have a chance to get away. Let's just say that one night I had gotten bored in my self-pity and decided to write up a letter addressed to Phillip and Macy. It said that I had finally escaped and found a way to trick Andrei, that he never saw it coming and I'll help get them out soon too.

Looking around the penitentiary center, Maria Fernanda couldn’t believe that in about 45 minutes those cells were going to be filled with innocent and guilty people. The guards were already there, taking their positions to serve in that new center. Maria Fernanda walking around, with two guards by her side, was writing down the suggestions she was making to make it work better.

He glances at me sideways, grin turning wicked. “Great for skinny-dipping and bad decisions.” Fantastic. Absolutely nothing about that sentence makes my life easier. Then both our phones beep at the exact same time. My stomach clenches as I pull mine out, irrationally hoping it’s not D. It isn’t. Just the group chat. Ilkay: Did my first penectomy! Guy had cancer. BTW, penectomy = to amputate a man’s penis. He adds a picture of the dismembered organ lying in a stainless steel container like some grotesque science exhibit.

warned the young warden who was holding his stick not to beat the troublemaker duo's backs. Whistling sounds were exchanged between Zayn and Brittany during the trip to the appointment room. The left and the right are not equal because they are not equal. It's really sad to see all these prisoners like dogs tied up in cages, Fed half as much food as they should and chained up extra.

That Aiden is my pen pal at first but I just found out he was a criminal who was recently released from jail. “I-it’s a complicated story…” I only said, looking away from him. “That’s okay, I won’t force you, hun.” I look at him and see that he's smiling, as if to assure me that he won't push me into talking about anything. Instead, he'll be there to listen when I'm ready for it. He offers this comfort in such a gentle manner which makes me feel safe and secure; some part of me already trusts him. It's a strange but reassuring feeling, like a deep knowing inside my heart that this person can be trusted.

Mason’s POV “Such toned abs! I love how sweaty and wet they look! Send me your cash app for appreciation.” I used Penelope’s cash app because i have not gotten a main account yet. Penelope and i squealed loudly, and we had to calm ourselves down because we were beginning to draw attention to us. I sent the account and Sam sent twenty dollars. “Damn this is the easiest twenty dollars i have ever made all my life.” “I told you it was this east. Gay men are simps, they would literally spend their millions on you if you submit to their sexual pleas.

I almost fell from my bed and rubbed my eyes to see whether I was dreaming or not. It was still early. Of course, I was dreaming. This couldn’t be real. I reached beside me to turn on my lamp before I took another look at my phone. No matter how many times I read the message, it was still there. That Marvin guy from the pen pal program had really sent me something in return. I had forgotten all about him, and two weeks had already passed. “What!” I gasped as I read through the message for what would’ve been the fifth time. This was the first time I interacted with someone in prison, and I could hardly believe it. “What the fuck.”

Then he started screaming like a maniac, his voice echoing through the prison. The guard got annoyed and zapped him with a taser. Electricity coursed through Tyler's body. He knew Tyler was just another piece of trash with a bad reputation. Tyler shut up real quick after that, his body still twitching from the shock. I hummed a happy tune as I left the prison and headed into my bright new future. After all, my life was looking so good it was blinding, while all my enemies were getting their daily dose of their favorite electric stick.

Third Person POV The prison cell was surprisingly comfortable. Gloria Martinez had made sure of that. The space was more like a small studio apartment than a cell. It had actual furniture, decent lighting, a shelf of books, and enough privacy that Gabriel could visit without the usual prison protocol. Gabriel sat on his sister's bed, painting her nails carefully. "I hate it here," Gloria whined. "The food is disgusting, the guards are incompetent, and I'm tired. When do I get out of here, Gabriel?"

Isabella 90. It was so broody in here and bleak in here. I tried not to let it get to me but it did. The somber atmosphere in Red Gate Penitentiary was sad and contagious. Why would anyone want to stay here. I tried to imagine how life would be here everyday. Damien and I waited at the visiting hall of the prison. I was nervous and anxious. Damien placed a calming hand on my lap as my legs were shaking uncontrollably.