New Jock Tales—Sophomore Year–PT 6–Juvie

New Jock Tales—Sophomore Year—Pt 6—Juvie

The drug running was going pretty well. The totally unforeseen side advantage was discovering Cole was a major hook up man in Austin. Worked out pretty cool—I would go down to Austin and meet up with Cole at a cheap motel. We would do our thing, becoming more and more passionate each time. Then the next morning I would pick up the bale and head back to Tyler. All I had to do was meet the dude there and hand it over.

But, sooner or later, it was bound to happen. On one pick up in mid June, while at the meet up, the cops came busting in. Oh fuck. And I was out of town. Being the only one there not an adult, they took me to Juvie. I wasn’t scared so much of jail, but more so of what might happen if somebody started some shit with me. And of course—that’s exactly what happened.

As soon as they put me in the holding cell, and slammed the door, the C/O went back to his office. Then the thugs already there, started right in on me. Already sitting on a bench trying to figure out what I was going to do, the first one spoke up, and that was his mistake. “Damm homies—check out fresh meat here—be lookin fine”. “Oh ya bro—we got to get to tearin that shit up right now—let him learn his place”.

Mexican dudes, each lean and hard. Lots of ink, and two of them had their jumpsuites unzipped all the way down to their waist, exposing the tops of their bush. Pretty hot actually, I surmised I would fuck them all. I jumped from the bench, and turning to my left, went for the throat. I grabbed the dude with one hand, and squeezing with all my might, pulled back my right arm, full length, and slammed into the side of his head as hard as I could.