With Love

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With Love is a story containing gay erotica. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. You know if it is good for you, so read on at your on discretion.

With Love

A short story written by Retta Michaels

With the slamming of the sallyport door, I found myself released back out into general population. I took a look out at the yard and wondered silently to myself, "who would the next fucker be that I'd have to beat down in order to hold rank in this shit hole"

This shit hole I referred to was my life. I'd been sentenced to life in this joint and as much as I liked it, a chance for me to get out just wasn't likely to happen soon. Oh yeah, there were chances, but with my track record, I don't think I'm going to be on the list of model prisoners anytime too soon.

I'd been sentenced at 16 years old, and a baby coming in. I thought I was a gangster then, but all that was knocked out of me before I even cleared the entry hall. It was either grow up fast and take control, or have the shit kicked out of you, and wake up sucking dick.

Not likely in this life.

I looked at the paperwork and saw I was to go to Housing Unit 3. Good house and I had friends in there. I could lay down, kiss my nuts, and do some time there before I had to go back to the hole.

I got to the housing unit and met up with a pal of mine as he was coming out. We bumped knucks and he smiled and asked me if I was planning on swinging hammers anytime soon. I laughed and said, "I'm not planning on it, all I want to do is hit the weights and get some chow that's not slid under a door for a while." He laughed and we parted ways.

When I got to the sergeant's office, the sergeant looked at me warily and said, "Boom, we got you a nice cell with a nice celly. He needs the hell knocked out of him, and we're not going to move either one of you for the next year. So, however much either one of you scream, don't come bitching to me."

I looked at him and wondered what the hell he was talking about. I knew better than argue with the man, so all I did was took the proffered key and headed to the cell. 3-B-26-Top. Top walk and to the back. Good in the winter time as the heat blew right in, but hell in the summer time as the sun showed bright upon it. Oh well, bitch about it come winter and be thankful.

I went to the cell and went in. The top bunk was mine, but that would be changing just as soon as I got control of the fucker in the cell. He'd be up there begging for me to just leave him the hell alone and I'd take the bottom.

I threw my shit up on the bunk and turned around to see someone standing and staring at me at the door. I did a double take because certainly this had to be a man. They sure didn't allow women into a man's prison.

Yup, he was a man alright, but his features were so feminine and just downright beautiful I had to shake my head to keep from staring. The motherfucker down there in the sergeant's office had had the last laugh. He knew I wouldn't play that way and wanted me to beat the shit out of this guy just because he was pretty.

I walked over and shook the guys hand. I said, "Boom is my name and don't call me anything other."

He smiled and said, "Boom, you can call me Francisco."

I looked at him and said, "Francisco, is that because you're gay, or because it's really your name?"

He said, "Francisco is what my pa named me, but if you're asking, Yeah, I'm gay."

I said, "Ok, let's get one thing straight, I'm not, so just do your own thing wherever the hell you do it, but from this second on, it won't be in this cell. If I catch you doing it in here, I'll beat the motherfucker's ass doing it in here that don't belong, and as a breather, I'll paint the walls with your blood. Get it, got it, good."

Francisco looked at me and said, "There aren't any men in here who are man enough for what I like, so you don't have to worry about it."

I laughed and silently agreed with the boy. We were in a house in which I was probably the toughest motherfucker and fortunately, I knew it. It saved on fights and as long as they knew not to mess wit, I'd be fine. Unfortunately, I also knew someone was going to be stupid and I'd have to sling hammers in order to put them into line.

Francisco came in and said, "Boom, I clean the cell and I do the laundry. It's not a question and don't think I'm ordering you around, but I expect us to be clean in this place. If you can't do your share, stay out of my way, and I'll do it."

I liked his spunk. I didn't like being told what to do, but disagreeing with someone who was going to clean my house and clean my clothes would only be a fool's decision. My momma didn't raise a fool, so I kept my mouth shut.

I said, "Francisco, I'll do my share, but other than making sure my messes are kept up and my shit's out of your way, I doubt if you'll have much problem keeping house. As a kicker, I run a lot of game, so whatever I bring into the house, we'll share as long as you cook it. I have a lot of property coming as soon as I can get it, so we can set up good."

Francisco smiled and said, "Man, I thought I was going to have the tar beat out of me the way the guards spoke."

I smiled and said, "Nah, you're you and as long as we have an understanding, don't worry I ain't that way, but I'm not going to knock you down because you are. All I ask is you don't bring heat down on us. Speaking of heat, do you have a man?"

He looked down and said, "No, it's been hell, and although there've been a lot of guys who have made their interest known, I've been lucky so far and haven't had to choose up."

I said, "O.k., then let's get something straight. If you have grief, then you bring it home and tell me. I'll go to the motherfucker and get their head straight. I'll do you that favor, just don't bring the heat home."

Francisco looked at me suspiciously and said, "What do you want in return?"

I said, "All I'm asking is you do your part and I'll do mine. Don't be running your head about what you see me do and sure as shit don't testify if you see anything."

He smiled and said, "O.k., that's not hard. So, can I tell them I'm up under you?"

I looked at him and said, "You can tell them as long as you also tell them it's not that way. If some motherfucker comes to me telling me I'm fucking you, both he and you are going to have some intensive care happening."

He looked down and said, "Boom, I can't stop people from talking. All I can do is say we're not doing anything."

I nodded my head and realized what he was saying was true. He couldn't stop these motherfuckers from being stupid and I couldn't blame him for it if they did. I looked at him and said, "You got a point, so I'll take care of it from that end if it happens. You just do your part. If I hear otherwise, then I'll be coming back to you with it."

About that time, the doors were popped for us to go to chow. I got up and headed out. I looked behind me and saw Francisco was staying in the cell. He looked downcast and I said, "Boy, get your ass out of the cell and if you don't have anyone to eat with, then sit at my table. Just don't say anything to the fellas and sure as shit don't act like you're hearing anything. If someone says something, I'll cover it."

We went down and Francisco went over to stand off to the side. Several fellas came over to me and asked if we were going to chow together. I nodded and said, "Yeah, we'll break bread, but my celly's eatting with."

They looked at each other and I said, "It's not like that, so get the shit outta your heads. He's got issues and I've offered my protection if he does his part at home. You'd do it to if you had someone cooking, cleaning, and doing your laundry, so keep it to yourself."

The nodded amongst themselves and I said, "Do me a favor, if you see anyone getting stupid with him, speak up and bring it to me. I don't want heat on my house and sure as shit don't want to have to go killing anyone over him."

One guy looked at me and said, "If you're not fucking him, can I get some of that action?"

I said, "I don't give a shit what you do, but don't do it in my house and if I find out you've done anything to him without his permission, you'll see a morgue."

The guy looked at me and I nodded silently. I sure as shit wasn't going to be called into court on a rape charge and testify for anyone. All I wanted was to run my games and be left the fuck alone.

I turned and said, "Who's running the poker tables in this place?"

One of the guys said, "No one is right now, we play a few hands of pinochle, but nothing serious has happened in a long time."

I said, "After lunch, a table will be running. Also, I'll be opening a store as soon as I can get my shit to the house."

They looked at me and said, "Moose runs the store in this wing."

I said, "Moose and I know each other and he'll share. If he doesn't wanna share, then Moose and I will have to come to an understanding. Moose doesn't want trouble, and neither do I."

Moose, hearing his name, came over and we bumped knucks. I said, "Moose, the same deal goes as we had at the walls. I don't step on you, and you sure as shit don't step on me."

Moose nodded and said, "Boom, how'd you come out of that deal at the walls?"

I said, "Well, I got my knucks slapped and told not to do it again. As a kick in my nuts, they moved me out to northeast for a little rest and relaxation. Did myself 2 years up there, and when I got the place lined out, they decided to flush me here to shitsville."

We laughed and he said, "It's not so bad."

I said, "No, I imagine it's not if we just could get rid of the little gang bangers and the snitches. Without them, us old convicts could lay back and do our time."

He said, "You get an out date yet?"

I said, "Hell, man, gotta see them motherfuckers before I can get one and they sure aren't throwing out the red carpet anytime soon for my old ass."

He laughed and said, "Well, don't expect much when you go. I went last year and by the end of their lecture, I knew I wasn't getting anything. What I did get was a 5 year setback."

I nodded. There wasn't much I could say. I'd heard it all too often and sympathy wasn't anything but weakness. You roll the dice and crap out more than win."

Just about the time I was lost in my thoughts, I looked over to see someone lay his hand on Francisco's ass. I walked over smooth like a cat and had the stupid shit's paw before he knew what hit him. He looked in alarm and I said, "Listen up you piece of shit. I sure don't fucking remember you coming to ask me for permission and unless you plan on riding the short bus for the rest of your god damned life, you better keep your mitts off what ain't yours. Now, if you don't understand what I've just said, then you're more stupid than I've imagined. Am I wrong?"

The guy looked at me with fear and I said, "Get the fuck away from him and don't ever touch him again."

I looked at Francisco and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Come over and stand closer. If these motherfuckers want to be brave enough to do that shit to you when I'm within striking distance, then they've got to be set down."

I walked over to where I was speaking with Moose and Moose gave me a look like what he'd just seen was a news flash to him. I looked at him and said, "It's not like that. We're celly's and he's keeping my house for me. My nuts are still in hawk."

Moose smiled and I knew I'd managed to head off anyone thinking I'd gone soft.

I looked over at Francisco and from a side profile, he sure looked like a woman. My nuts were going to definitely be in hawk around that motherfucker.

Coming back from chow, one of the guys asked me if he could speak to Francisco after lunch.

I said, "Yeah, but not in my house. If he doesn't want to come out, then leave him be."

When we got to the cell, Francisco shut the door behind us and said, "Boom, thanks for what you did. You being there probably just stopped a whole lot of shit from happening for me. I really appreciate it."

I said, "Francisco, you just fulfill your end of our deal and I'll do my part. If someone comes up here to speak with you and you don't want them here, you just tell them no. If they can't take that answer, then you tell one of the fella's and I'll be there like lightning and strike, o.k.?"

He nodded and the closeness between us in the cell standing, I could feel his body heat. For a fleeting instant, I thought he wanted to hug me and surprisingly, I found myself expecting it. When it didn't happen, I thought to myself, "Dude, you've let him in and you sure as shit shouldn't have done that." Then I thought, "Well, what's done is done, and keep your end of the deal."

He went over and sat on his foot locker and I stood at the door.

He said, "Boom,. what laundry do you have that needs done?"

I said, "My bed clothes haven't been washed since before I went to the hole. And, neither have my other shit. Do whatever you think needs done, and if you don't have the shit to do it with, then let me know and I'll get it."

He said, "I've got everything."

I said, "I need to ask you if you want to talk with the fellas. Several of them have expressed interest and if you don't want to do it, then that's fine. Just say no, and if they don't want to hear it, then let me know and I'll put it in terms they can understand."

He said, "Boom, please don't take offense, but there's no one out there I want to be with. Until today, there wasn't a man in this prison I thought I would have, but you walked in and since you won't have me, I don't think I'll settle for second best."

I turned to look at him and said, "I guess I should take that as a compliment, but don't ever settle for second best. Unfortunately, I just don't see it happening."

Shortly thereafter, the doors were popped for afternoon rec. The way it was done in this prison, was rec periods were given during alternating periods. What that means is on alternating days, rec periods were given during morning and night shifts. the next day, only an afternoon rec period was allowed. During those periods when we were stuck in the housing unit, we were allowed out in the wings for rec periods.

I went out and went to a table and threw my poker cards on it. Several of the fellas came over and claimed another table and said we'd need two as there were more than four who wanted to play.

I looked up to the cell and saw the guy who wanted to speak to Francisco leave, so I knew Francisco had turned him down. I saw the light on in the cell, and saw what I thought was Francisco laying over the desk. I told the fellas to watch the table as I had to go to my cell to check on something.

I went up and when I got there, I saw Francisco holding the side of his head. He looked dazed and I said, "What the hell happened?" He looked at me and said, "He couldn't take no for an answer without hitting me."

I saw red. I turned to leave and went directly to the dude's cell. He was in washing his hands and all he had to offer for resistence was instantly put out when the hammer fell and he heard the boom. Blood splattered and I knew his nose was crushed. I said, "Don't ever think you can touch what is mine and not have consequences. Now, are you going to go apologize to him, or do I need to finish your lessons here?"

He nodded and said, "Just as soon as I get my nose back on straight, I'll go apologize to him."

I said, "Well, when you do, make sure I know about it so I'm there because if you think you can apologize like you ask, I'll have to kill you."

I left his cell and went back downstairs. Everyone at the table saw the blood on my knucks but didn't say anything. I looked at them calmly and said, "Guys, don't bring trouble to yourselves you can't handle and we'll get along. Now deal the fucking cards."

As I played, I thought to myself, "Dude, you've gone out on a limb this time. Rule number one is take care of yourself and fuck everyone else. Rule number two is there is no rule number two."

Just about the time I was off into thought, the fella who had the busted nose came down and said he was going to go apologize. I gave leave of the table and went with him to the cell. We entered and Francisco saw us and instantly got in a defense posture.

I said, "Francisco, this dumb fuck would like to apologize. I'm HERE so he doesn't apologize the way he asks. IF he doesn't start apologizing soon, he's going to be down sucking your dick, so he better open his god damned mouth."

The fella apologized and I said to him. Unless Francisco tells me he wants you back in this house, leave here and don't ever come back. Your welcome mat for my house just got turned over." He left and Francisco looked at me with tears in his eyes. He said, "Boom, thank you, but you didn't have to do that."

I said, "Bullshit, he didn't have to do that to himself. He chose to disrespect me and mine and I disrespected he and him, so we're even." Even as I said that, I felt like a complete hypocrit saying it. I knew I'd somehow set it up and I knew what Francisco thought, and I had allowed the guy to come to the cell. I'd let Francisco down, and in the future, I'd be the one who said, "No" for him. And as I thought this, a chill went up my spine.

When I got back down to the table, the guys were silent and I said, "Until further notice, the boy in my cell is off limits. He doesn't want to fuck with anyone and I'm going to stand behind his decision. It will keep the heat off me if you guys will make sure it stays that way."

One of the guys made mention I'd bought myself trouble by taking on Francisco, and I let him know I was aware of that potential. I also told him I could handle the problems which came up, and in order to bring peace to my house, I was asking for everyone to go along with it. They agreed and said they wished they were in my position. I smiled and said, "Well, if you were in my position, he'd be getting fucked and you'd have shit stains running down your legs, but I'm not in that position and can jack just as well without him."

For another hour or so, we played cards until I got called out to go get my property. I went up to the cell to get my i.d. and told Francisco I'd be gone to get my shit. He nodded and I left.

Going to the property room is never a fun chore. It seemed in this joint, never enough carts were available and everyone had to stack their shit on a cart like a leaning tower of pisa, or someone had to carry theirs. Walking and pushing the cart, along a sidewalk which seemed to have 2 inch cracks always was an experience which involved everyone trying to either push, or hold the whole pile upright. As different guys got to their housing units, their shit would be off loaded and had to be carried up to the entrance. Those remaining did so successively until the last man was left.

Fortunately, my shit was second off the cart. I could carry my shit. And, what I couldn't carry, another pal had offered to carry. So, it didn't require several trips. And, I didn't have to dump my shit and haul the fucking cart back to the room.

Francisco didn't have a lot of property. I didn't know his circumstances and didn't really care. I just knew the cell was basicly bare and my shit seemed to fill it. We'd have a television to watch and we'd have tunes. As long as he took care of my shit, he could use it, but if anything got messed up, he'd be strictly forbidden to ever use anything again.

When I got everything to the cell, I looked at Francisco and said, "If you want to set everything up, you can, but if you don't, then leave it and I'll get to it when rec is over."

He looked at me and knew I was trusting him. He smiled with his bright red ear and said he'd have it set up by the time I got home.

I said, "You might want to leave something out for us to eat dinner tonight as what they're serving for slop isn't going to be good. He nodded and I went back to the poker table.

When rec period was over, I went to the cell and Francisco had most everything put away. The laundry he had done was hanging on a clothes line in the cell and the fit and finish of what he'd accomplished made it look like home. I mentioned the fact and he said, "My last celly had it set up this way, but he went home three days ago, so I'm glad you have what you do."

I said, "Me too."

I turned on the television and he'd hooked it into the cable. It brought the cell some noise, and I flipped through the channels to see what we had to watch. I didn't really like television, but it sure beat the monotony. While I was doing this, I told him he could use anything, but to just treat it as his own. He looked relieved and said, "Boom, you don't have to be as nice as you are to me, but I'm thankful you are."

I said, "Dude, you do your part of the deal and I'll do mine. If we can get along in this motherfucker, then it's all peaceful."

He smiled again, and for a brief flash, he reminded me of my momma.

Soon enough, he had us some food cooking. I laid out on his bunk and the mail arrived. Since I was new to the housing unit, my mail wouldn't arrive until tomorrow or the day after. He got some mail, so as he read it, I stirred the food. When he read his mail, he looked sad, but I'd learned to ignore people's emotions and not see things.

He put his mail away and said, "Boom, you got a moment?"

I said, "Sure, what's on your mind?"

He said, "There's probably going to be a time here real soon they're going to call me out and tell me my momma's dead. As you know, they lock us in the strip cell when that happens, so if I'm gone, you'll know where I am."

I said, "I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm glad you told me."

He said, "Yeah, what I did to get in here sure didn't help things out there, but if I had to do it over again, I'd do it. The doctors wouldn't treat her right where she was, so I took her to another place. For that, they gave me all the charges I'm in here on."

I looked at him and thought to myself, "Justice in this world sure has a weird way of being doled. He probably didn't have an attorney, because if he did, he wouldn't be in here."

I said, "Francisco, can I ask you a question?"

He said, "Boom, from here on out, know you can ask me anything, o.k.?"

I said, "O.k., So, were you gay out on the streets?"

He said, "Yes."

I said, "O.k., so, do you have a boyfriend out there?"

He smiled and said, "No, with my mom and grandma being sick, there wasn't ever any time. Things eased up when my grandma died, but mom seemed to get sicker and she took most of the time I had for her care. I know I'm gay, but as far as ever being with a man, I've not gotten that far."

I said, "So, you're telling me you've never been with a man, but you're gay?"

He said, "Boom, sometimes you know these things. You don't have to have sex to know what you are."

I said, "So, you've never had pussy either?"

He said, "No, I sure never wanted that." and laughed.

I said, "Well, if you must know, I've never had pussy either, but I know it's what I like."

He looked at me shocked and I said, "Let me just say, I spent my time before I got in here not even thinking about it. I got put into jail when I was 15."

He said, "What did you do?"

I said, "Francisco, some day I'll tell you, but a convict doesn't hold onto what got him in here. He's too busy thinking about what he's doing while being in here. Watching one's back and everyone else from slitting my throat, I've got a full party."

He looked stricken and I said, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but for me to discuss it...well, it just isn't the right time. Maybe some day we'll get to that point, but not today."

Soon enough, our grub was on and we ate while watching Wheel of Fortune. When that was over, yard was opened and we went out and walked laps with the fellas. Francisco stuck with us and the fellas didn't pay him any mind. They probably figured we were a package deal and not saying anything about it was a way of not upsetting the situation.

When darkness fell, the yard was closed and we went into the house to get showers done, and phone calls made. I attempted to call home to my parents, but being a Wednesday evening, they were probably at the church.

When lock down came, we only had count and then it'd be time to settle in and watch a little television before going to sleep.

Count happened and Francisco motioned me onto his bunk to sit as if it were a sofa. I looked at him and he said, "Boom, you can sit over here and I'll respect you. Just don't sit on that damned hard box and get hemorhoids because you going to the store to buy Ben Gay would really get everyone talking!"

I had to laugh because the tables would definitely be turned on me then.

I sat over next to him and I do have to admit sitting next to him and feeling his body heat was a different experience. The position in which we had to sit in order to not hit our heads on the top bunk had my back in kinks. He got up and took my pillow from my bed and said, "Put this behind your back. It will make you more comfortable."

I did and it seemed to work somewhat. He had iced tea made, and we drank it as we watched the Late Show. Occasionally, I'd see him out of the corner of my eye and think it was a woman, and then realize it was him. The two thoughts colliding were beginning to bother me. He couldn't help how he looked and all I could say was he had to be the most prettiest man I think I'd ever seen.

Finally, I decided I had to go to bed. Sitting in that position was making my back feel like an accordion. I only had on my boxers and my socks and put my pillow up in the top bunk. What happened next was where the lights went out.

When I was trying to jump up into the bed, I jumped and didn't make it to the bunk. The world went crazy and I reached out to grab my pillow hoping it would somehow stop my fall. It didn't.

My feet trying to get footing being in socks and on a slick assed concrete floor had no traction. They went one way, and I went down. Somewhere along the way, my head connected with the foot locker and it knocked my ass out.

The one thing I remember is I saw a huge white light and just before I went out, Francisco asked me if I was o.k.. Looking up into his eyes, I said I was.

He then said, "Do you want me to call for medical?" And thinking about getting him into trouble, I said, "No"

The world went black and I can't say what the hell happened.

What I can say is when I came to, my head was on my pillow and I was wrapped up in my blanket laying on the cold concrete floor. Francisco was looking down at me and I realized he had my head laying in his lap and had a cold wash cloth held against my temple.

Looking up into his eyes and seeing the concern there was overwhelming. I spoke and said, "How long have I been out."

He smiled and said, "Nearly two hours."

I said, "Damn, I nearly did myself in there."

He smiled and said, "Well, if I was judging it for gracefulness, poise, or use of talent, you'd not be getting a gold medal."

I laughed and he laughed and as he leaned over to look at my eye, his soft touch touched something within me.

I reached up and carressed the side of his head and pulled him down. He leaned and soon our lips were touching.

Now, for me, I've never kissed another live human being in my life except for maybe my momma and granny, but neither one of them ever prepared me for the passion in that one kiss.

We kissed and our lips parted and my tongue touched his teeth. He gently sucked upon my tongue and all I can say is the wood I sprang was the most powerful pile driver of a boner I think I'd ever had.

He moaned and I moaned and his hand carressed my chest. Mine did likewise to his and somehow, his fingers carressed my nip. The shock of the feeling went right through me. I felt his and did the same to him.

Interestingly, I could feel his wood tenting up next to my ear. My head being in his lap, I hadn't thought about him getting wood, or where it would go if he had. But, with it being there, I somehow knew it was there because I brought those feelings in him. There was a part of me which really felt great about doing that. It was complimentary to my being and it made me feel good he was finding me attractive.

As we kissed, his hand wandered downward and felt my raging heat. When the two connected, all I felt was centered upon the two.

My hand was doing what his were doing to me. When it connected to his, part of it revolted me, but an even bigger part of me submitted to allowing myself to causing him the sensations he was bringing about in me.

We kissed and as we did, we stroked each other.

What's interesting, is his cock being right by my ear, I was suddenly sure I wanted to bring him pleasure. I turned my head and licked the head. His sudden intake of breathe told me I'd shocked him. He sounded paniced when he said, "Boom, you don't have to do that."

I said, "I know, but it was something I wanted to do. If it gives you the pleasure you're giving me, then I'm willing to give it a try. Just don't be running out and telling everyone I'm a cocksucker, o.k.?

He laughed and said, "Like they'd believe me!"

I laughed and said, "Baby, is it alright if I call you baby?"

He smiled and said, "Boom, I hate that word, but coming from you it sounds terrific. Don't stop calling me it, o.k.?"

I chuckled and thought, "the boy sure has some powers. He took down the hardest som-bitch in the whole place in less than a day." Silently, I chuckled and he looked into my eyes in silent question. The look in his eyes told me there'd be no holding back from him. That thought scared me, but at the same time, I think it made me more fiercely protective of him."

I attempted to get up and he looked started. I smiled and said, "Babe, that cold concrete floor on my ass has it frostbit."

He said, "Boom, lay down here in my bunk. The guards don't check until 6 a.m. count, and the horn going off right above the door will wake anyone."

The throbbing in my temple thinking about that sound made my ears ring. I didn't look forward to it in the morning, but the thought of spending time in bed with him sure made my heart swell.

We got into bed and he turned towards me and softly carressed my temple. His hand with a feathers touch went down the side of my face. When it got to my neck, I put my hands on both sides of his face and kissed him again.

I said, "From this day forward, you don't settle for second best and I sure know I'm not!"

He had tears in his eyes and said, "Boom, if tomorrow comes and you don't want me, then please tell me and I'll deal with it, but please speak to me and just don't ignore me."

I looked at him and said, "Baby, one thing you should know is when I make up my mind on something, it's made up. I want you and before this is done, I'm going to be so fucking head over heels for you that it's going to be hard for others not to see. Does that matter? Oh fuck no. Do I care? Double fuck no. What matters to me is you and making you happy. Somehow, in my heart, I think I know doing you right, I'll be done right."

He smiled and said, "Boom, can we just sleep together tonight? I'm afraid of two things. One is you rejecting me and the other is the size of that thing down there. How fucking big is it?"

I said, "I have no clue. All I know is no one makes fun of me and it takes two hands to handle the whopper."

He laughed and said, "You can say that again! I put my hands on it and there's still room for another!"

I smiled and said, "Baby, you're hands are small. You're just trying to make me feel good. Besides, what you're packing down there isn't a toy."

He said, "Boom, can I say something else?"

I said, "Sure babe."

He said, "Boom, when we do things, I'm not going to feel comfortable with you doing everything to me that I do to you."

I said, "Look at me. There are things I'm having to get used to in doing this and I'm making adjustments. If it gives you pleasure sexually, then you best know I'm doing it. I won't have you going out of here thinking because I knocked off a piece of tail, you're going to be without insurance. In this place, the best insurance is to get yours too so trust is a given."

He looked at me and said, "Boom, let's cross the bridge when it comes."

I smiled and said, "O.k., I will...with love."

Authors Note:

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