With Love

With Love

Chapter 2

by

Retta Michaels

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The next morning, I awoke to the sound of the horn. Francisco was already woke, and had a hot cup of coffee waitting for me.

I looked at him and he said, "How do you feel?"

Before I thought about what I was saying, I said, "I'm in prison, how the fuck am I supposed to feel?" I walked over to the cell door and looked out. When I looked back, I saw the stricken look on his face.

Immediately, the look on Francisco's face told me I'd just crushed him. I looked at him and said, "Babe, please be patient with me, I've been locked up for nearly 20 years and don't think about others before I act." I looked at him and knew he felt better, but inside I was having a hell of a time.

The guard did his count, and soon, the housing unit would be going to breakfast. I looked at Francisco and said, "Are you going to breakfast?"

Francisco said, "I usually go to breakfast because most of the people who bother me aren't up at that time. They go back to bed, so I have a good breakfast and usually it can tide me over if I make it last."

I looked at him and thought to myself, "the kid is surviving in here on scraps while those jackyls are eatting good". I said, "Well, if you want to go to eat now, you've got yourself a seat at our table, so no one's going to bother you."

Francisco smiled and said, "Boom, where do we go from here?"

I was standing staring out the door and I felt him come up and hug me from behind. To be honest, I didn't know where I was going from here...well, I guess I should say, we were going from here.

Surviving in this motherfucker, I'd always done it on my terms and at my own speed not carrying any baggage. Not thinking of anyone other than myself, and certainly not of anything which would show someone I had a weak side. Showing a weak side could get one killed in here because people exploit those weaknesses. All I knew was for survival was in turmoil with what my soul knew it craved.

I turned around and hugged Francisco to me. He looked up into my eyes and I instantly sprung wood. There was no way he couldn't feel it, as it was wedged up in between us.

He smiled and I said, "Babe, I'm going to be really honest with you and tell you this is scaring the shit out of me. I've never thought of anyone other than myself in this place and I hadn't thought of letting down those defenses before I died in here. Taking you on is something which can be exploited by these fuckers in so many ways it makes me paranoid of which way they'll use you. What I do know is the way I feel now, I'll kill that motherfucker to make a point... whomever he is."

Francisco looked at me and I could see something I said had made him upset. He didn't have to say a thing, his eyes were exactly like my mama's. One look from that woman, and I could tell I'd broken her heart or made her happier than anything.

He said, "Boom, you might not like what I'm going to say, but you need to know I'm not in this for protection. I've survived in here for over a year and I can continue doing the other two years without someone putting themself out for me. What I want for us is for you to see me as someone you love, not an obligation."

With those words, I instantly knew I'd stung him. He thought I was thinking of him as an obligation, and maybe I was, but even though I thought of him as beautiful as a woman, he still saw himself as being a man.

Maybe my perception of gay men needed to change, but in here all I saw was wanna be queens who dressed up in their homemade hot pants, mini skirts, and used the fake makeup made from water markers to make themself seem to be a joke.

It's interesting because I once thought of one and saw that person as being a clown in a circus. No one took him seriously, and yet, because of that, no one realized what he said was the absolute truth.

The reason I thought about that guy now was because I saw him in a fight once and if you'd asked me to take bets on who would win before the fight, I'd have lost my money. The guy fought vicious and he used tactics which I later used myself.

I looked at Francisco and said, 'Babe, you're not an obligation for me. The obligation I feel is because I don't want anything to happen. We've been blessed in a way because the motherfucker in charge has said he's not going to move us apart for at least a year...no matter how loud we scream. So, the way I see it, our only threat comes from those out there." I made motion with my thumb over my shoulder, he looked and nodded.

He said, "Boom, what I'm saying is I'm going to be in this relationship on my terms too. If that's not o.k. with you, then let me know and I'll check in to solitary, but you need to perceive me as an accomplice instead of an obligation. There are going to be things I'll see and hear that people won't say to your face. There are going to be things which as a team, no one would ever dare attempt to beat us on. You need to know if you're in a fight, no one is going to come up and stick you because I'm going to be jumping in on them. "

I suddenly looked at him in a whole new dimension. He was thinking as a tag team when I was still thinking solo. To him, partnership meant team work. For me, my survival instincts were still telling me to go it alone.

I smiled and said, "You know babe, what you just said has blown me away. It's not a bad thing, but to be honest I've got to think of myself as being a part of a team now instead of flying solo."

He smiled and said, "Boom, there are a lot of things I know how to do and they're not all in this cell. I'd love to be able to go out and have people know I can take care of business out in that wing, and out on the walk. All I'm asking for a while doing that, is you keep an eye out and be aware of what's going on. The key to this is us communicating. If I'm unsure about someone, then I want you to be able to give me a sign or a clue they're not worth my time. If they're decent, the sign is something different. I can run game with you, and take care of whatever business you are involved in. The advantage of that is we have two sets of eyes and ears out there instead of the other guy."

I said, "O.k., what all have you done, and what haven't you done, so I can know what we can do."

He smiled and said, "As you can see, I get the USA Today newspaper. The reason I get it is it has the sports line on Wednesdays which we can use in a parlet' ticket. The other thing I have is the advantage of having my Uncle Jimmy in Las Vegas who gives me the run down on what's what in the sports betting. Other people might have the same racket going on with the tickets, but none of them have the inside line on what the odds are in Vegas."

I looked at him and said, "Let's do it. I'll get the cigarettes stocked up, and you make the tickets. If you want me to, I'll sell them, or you can, and I'll keep an eye on you. The call is yours as it's your game."

He smiled and said, "Boom, you need to know sideline betting is something I'm good at. Call them hunches, or whatever, but I seem to have a knack for them. One thing I'm thinking of is the fantasy sports betting. A person bets a pack of cigarettes a week during the season and when it's done, whomever comes in first gets ten cartons of smokes. The advantage of it is we come out of it with about 90 cartons of profit."

I looked confused, but he said, "Look at it this way, you take points on who's playing, their stats and you build a team of those guys. The total of points weekly is the game. Everyone wants the popular guys, but the underdogs are the one's who will sneak up and get the points. Most everyone else will pick the popular guys and they'll all have teams which will have the same exact people on them. They lose because they all tie. The person who sneaks in with even one point more than them, is the one who wins!"

I said, "O.k., so, you'll be running that game because to be honest, it confuses the hell out of me."

He laughed and said, "I'll explain it as we go along."

I looked at him and said, "Babe, do you realize what you do to me when you smile? You smile and something inside of me turns to jelly and instantly turns me on at the same time."

He smiled and said, "Boom, all you have to do to do that to me is just flex your muscles and it happens to me. Your body is so perfect, I think you are hot."

I smiled and said, "Well, if you're going to be around me, you'll be working out too. So, soon you'll be muscles too."

He laughed and said, "Boom, I don't think the other guys will want me around working out with them."

I said, "Babe, the guys I work out with are all real great. We support each other and to be honest, there are only two guys I work out with up there. They do their things, and I do mine, but we all take time to spot each other. I'm sure they'll allow you in because they're real easy going. It's nothing like it is in other areas of the camp."

Francisco said, "Boom, I'll give it a try, but if it doesn't work out, then I'll do something different. One thing I would like to do is play on the handball court. I really enjoy running, and sports which are competitive like that."

I said, "Well, hell, Brick down there is the guy for you on the handball court. He's on the court every day. I know he'll not judge you on being gay, all that will matter to him is whether you play a competitive game."

I said, "However, one thing you do not do is ever bet on a game against Brick. He got his name because he lost a bet to a guy because he said the guy cheated. He took a brick and nearly killed the guy. You may not like it, but I'm going to definitely tell Brick you'll play, but there's no betting on your games with him."

Francisco smiled and said, "Boom, I like that idea. For me to think about getting out on the yard instead of looking out the window is going to be so liberating. Staying in this cell has gotten me stir crazy."

I said, "Babe, starting this morning, that all changes, but, for the first few days, I'm going to hang close. There are a lot of stupid motherfuckers out there, and they need to know you're not someone whom they can fuck with without me being in their face. Don't take offense to it, I'm just doing it so you'll have more freedom down the road. If enough people see you're able to be out without hassles, they'll leave you alone."

Francisco nodded and said , "Boom, I just want you there in case something really stupid happens."

I said, "You can count on it."

I got down and dug out some honey buns and a few packages of oatmeal. I showed him the varieties of oatmeal and he picked peach flavored. I took a package of the plain and handed it to him too. For me, I took the brown sugar and a package of the plain."

He said, "Boom, how about if you put back your plain one and we share this one. I can't eat this much and if we share the plain one, it will be plenty."

I said, "How about it we take yours and add another package of the peach to it and we share it. That way whatever you don't want, I'll eat."

He smiled and said, "Boom, do you realize how much I'm growing to care for you?"

I said, "What did I do?"

He said, "The little action of you changing what you wanted so we could share. It tells me you want to be able to share things with me and I really like the thought of us building things up."

I smiled because it really made me feel good inside to make him happy. Call me a fool, but if I'm going to go all weak, I'd do so gladly just for a smile from him.

To him, I said, "Well, the reason I did it was because the thought of the taste of your peach mixing with my brown sugar when we kiss just about gagged me."

He laughed and said, "Oh no mister, after we eat, you and I have a date with a toothbrush."

I laughed and said, "You'll suck the sweat off my balls, but you don't want my bad breath?"

He laughed and said, "Who says I'm going to be sucking the sweat off your balls?"

I stammered and said, "Well, I just thought....oh damned."

I got up and walked across the cell to the door. Something inside of me was suddenly pissed and a feeling of being vulnerable had just come over me.

I looked out the door and soon, I felt his hands circle me from behind. He said, "Boom, I was joking. To be honest, I'd suck the sweat off your balls, and everywhere else on your body, but there are parts of me which tell me if I admit it, I'm making myself vulnerable and to not let that happen."

I turned around and said, "Babe, do you know I was just feeling vulnerable because I told you a fantasy I wanted?"

He reached up and kissed me and said, "Boom, from now on, I will never make fun of another fantasy you have. If you want me to suck the sweat off your balls for breakfast, then I'll do it."

I chuckled and said, "with oatmeal on them?"

He laughed and said, "well, hell Boom, why don't you dip them in coffee so my breakfast comes off your balls."

I laughed out loud and said, "kid, you're kinky!"

He chuckled and said, "So, now I know how I'm eatting my breakfast, so how do you want to eat yours?"

Whew, that question shocked me because to be honest, the areas of his body I'd been thinking about licking were on his stomache and his nipples. The thought of that had me boning again.

I said, "The way I want my breakfast is on your stomache. I'll lick it off your stomache and drink my coffee from your belly button."

He laughed and said, "As small as this thing is, you'd die of dehydration!"

He hugged me and I put my arms around him. Together, we walked back to to the foot locker and sat down. He began mixing the oatmeal and I tore open the honey buns. I looked at him and said, "I'd eat my honey bun from between your buns because when it's gone, I'd get to lick the stickiness out from between them."

He smiled and said, "Boom, I'd eat mine off that pole because after it was gone, I'd get to lick off the stickiness. Then, after you had my buns all licked out, I'd ask you to put your pole there."

He looked down shyly after he spoke his revelation, and I said, "Babe, it's a deal, whenever....wherever."

He said, "O.k., it's a date, now here's your oatmeal."

We began eatting and as I ate, I began thinking about the way I was thinking about him.

I smiled at him and said, "Francisco, do you realize I've never once allowed myself to think of another man the way I have you? And to be quite honest, I've not ever wanted to think of anyone sexually while in here. Yes, I have fantasies while I jack off, but it's got a lot to do with girls I see on television. What's interesting, is now, I think of you and think of what I'm wanting to do everything with. What's strange for me is there is a huge part of me that wants to do everything and have it done to me. I can't say I'd want a steady diet of a cock up my ass, but I'd want to do it at least once so I'd know what it felt like. I can't think about shoving this thing I've got up your ass without knowing how to best use it once it's there. The only way I can think of doing that best, is to experience it myself."

He looked at me and said, "Boom, do you realize until you said what you did last night, I'd never thought about doing it to another guy. In my fantasies, I'd always thought of myself on the receiving end. Then, when you said that last night, I thought to myself about how much I've been being selfish in my fantasies. I'm laying there and the guy's doing all the work in them. And then last night, I realized for me to love someone fully, I'd need to do some of the work myself."

He smiled and said, "Boom, when you were over there across the cell this morning, I took a look at you from behind, and I really got an erection. That's why I had to go over and hug you. Because if I hadn't, you'd have probably found me over here beating my meat."

I laughed and said, "Wow, I would have freaked!.... NO, I probably would have been so turned on, I would have probably come over and joined you."

He smiled and said, "man, us talking like this has me really boned up!"

I smiled and asked, "Show it to me?"

He pulled back the leg of his boxers and showed it to me. Instantly, i wanted to touch it. I reached over and just about the time my hand was to him, he looked up at me and said, "show me yours, I want to touch it."

My wood was so hard, I was beginning to wonder if I'd be able to get my boxers down. When I reached the waistband, I found it wet with precum. I'd never precum a lot, but thinking about everything I was wanting to do with this boy was really making me hot.

Francisco came over to the bed and lay down on it. I lay down on top of him and began to kiss him and grind my cock into his. With each forward thrust, he'd moan and I could feel the juices we were making lubricate us until we were slipping against each other easily.

I tasted his mouth and dove my tongue into the depths running along his teeth. He sucked gently on my tongue and the sensation sent chills up and down my spine. He clutched onto my shoulders and I pushed harder against him. Suddenly, I felt him take a breath inward and felt him shudder under me. I felt his juices shoot between us and the sudden wetness caused me to slide faster. It didn't take long until I had an overwhelming orgasm. I tensed up so hard, my cock shot up to our necks.

I continued kissing him and began to slow down on my thrusting. When I stopped, I looked down into Franciso's eyes and saw he was crying. I rolled off of him towards the wall thinking I had hurt him. Just the thought of hurting him to get my gratification was causing me pain I'd never felt before. Yes, I'd caused a lot of men pain over the years, but never to one who was innocent and loving as this boy.

I said, "Are you hurt?"

He rolled facing me and said, "Boom, no, I'm not hurt. I'm just realizing no matter what, I can't stop myself from falling in love with you. Just when I think you can't treat me any better than you have, you go and make it better. He kissed the knuckles of my left hand and then began to kiss my palm. It tickled and the act of him doing it, really was causing me to feel a gentleness with him I hadn't ever felt toward someone."

Our cum between us was getting cold and congealing. Francisco got up and went and wet a wash cloth. He came over and began washing my chest and stomache off. I really thought I'd have another shower and wash it off there. His washing me was another gentle act he did which made me think of how he could possibly be so gentle towards me.

He finished and I said, "Let me have that wash cloth and sit over there on the john. I'm going to wash you off and then we'll be clean enough to make it to the shower."

He sat down and I filled the basin with water. I got another wash cloth and soaped it up. I crouched down and began washing at his shoulders. As I went lower, I realized how much cum we produced. I laughed and said, "Man, this is a lot of cum!"

He laughed and said, "We both shot off like fountains didn't we!"

I laughed and said, "Well, we've had a lot stored up, so let's not let it get so full the next time."

He laughed and said, "In order for us to do that, we'd have to have sex three times a day at least!"

I said, "O.k."

He laughed and said, "Boom, that wasn't an offer."

I looked at him and said, "No, I was taking it as an appointment."

He said, "Boom, just be careful during the lunch lockdown as there are wing workers out and about cleaning the wing. They look into cells and I wouldn't want them running around spreading gossip about what they'd see in here."

I understood and said, "Well, we'll figure somethng out."

Just about that time, the horn sounded for morning education release. Doors started popping and I knew we had roughly about 10 minutes before they opened the doors for morning rec. I stood up and began to get my clothes ready to take to the shower.

Francisco did the same and when I turned around and saw him bent over, I got hard all over again. I said, "Babe, you've got the hottest ass."

He said, "Only after yours, so mine's the second hottest ass in this cell."

I said, "You think my ass is really hot?"

He said, "If you were looking at it, you'd think it was hot."

I said, "Well, I can't see mine, so I'll count on you telling me what it's like. Yours is damned fine."

I'd no sooner gotten the words out of my mouth when someone came up to the door wanting to buy something from the store. Francisco heard the conversation and already had the two boxes of cakes sliding across the floor towards me.

I finished the deal and went to the desk to get out the notepad. Francisco said, "I've already gotten it written down and it's in the code of Dark Pony."

I looked at him and he said, "Number the alphabet but put the words Dark Pony over the first 8 letters. Then, after that use the number 1 through 18 for the rest of the letters. The guards don't know the words, so they can't figure out what or whom has what and what is owed."

I nodded and said, "Well, you are officially the book keeper!"

He nodded and said, "It's in this binder right here."

I saw and said, "I trust you, so just be sure to have those figures where they can be gotten if I need them."

He nodded and about that time, they started popping the doors open. I opened the cell door and yelled down calling the first shower for us. Someone went towards it and I said, "Listen up motherfucker, if you think I won't beat your ass in that shower, you best have your ass out of it in about five seconds!"

I grabbed my stuff and took off running towards the shower.

He said, "O.k., I've got it second. "

I said, "No, my celly has it second."

The guy said, "Well, I'll be whipping your celly's ass over it then."

I walked over to the guy and shoved him saying, "Listen up, you make a move to touch him, I'll be on you so fast you won't have time to even begin to touch him. I said he goes second and if you want to try me, I'll see you go last."

To make my point, I turned and said, "Brick, you need the shower bud?"

Brick smiled and said, "Well, I will when I come in off the yard; so, yeah I will."

I said, "Smartass, you can have it after Brick."

The dude started to say something and before he could even begin to mutter, he'd been popped in the mouth. The crack struck like lightening and he was just now hearing the thunder.

I said, "Want to say something else? Because I sure don't think I knocked them all out."

The punk clutched his jaw and took off towards his cell.

I turned to Brick and said, "Brick, you got a moment?"

Brick came over and I said, "Brick, it'd be a huge favor to me if you'd teach my celly how to play handball. He wants to learn but is afraid to go out on the yard because he thinks someone's going to attack him. So, if you'd teach him and keep people off of him while he's out there, I'd make it worth your while."

Brick said, "How much?"

I said, "Brick, you won't ever run out of coffee."

He smiled and said, "O.k., tell him to meet me on the courts."

I said, "Brick, another thing. There's to be no betting between you two because if he gets hurt by you, you'll wish you'd killed him by the time I'm done with you."

Brick looked at me and said, "You going queer for him?"

I said, "Brick, do I look like I'm going queer?" Silently, I was hoping Brick couldn't see any cum on my chest, and I'm guessing he didn't.

He said, "No, but what's the deal with him?"

I said, "Brick, do you remember when you first came in? That's how he is now. He's scared and has the potential of making a helluva convict, so let's teach him how it's done."

Francisco walked up and said, "I'm going to set my shower stuff by the shower."

I said, "Brick meet Francisco...Francisco, this is Brick."

Brick said, "Francisco, I'll be out on the court warming up, so just as soon as you can get out there, I'll be ready."

Brick walked off and Francisco turned and stared at me. He said, "Dude! Eiley"

I said, "What?"

He said, "Eiley! Figure it out!"

I thought about it and smiled. I said, "Eiley too"

He smiled and I went over and got in the shower. The kid has balls alright. He'd done went and figured a way of telling me he loved me in front of everyone so they couldn't figure it out. I L Y...sounds like eiley when it's said. I could pass it off as some surfer jargon to the fellas and they'd believe it. Before long, we'd have the whole fucking prison telling each other they loved each other and no one would have a clue!"

Moose came up and said, "Boom, you got a moment?"

I said, "Sure Moose, just as soon as I get this shower."

Moose said, "I'll come over there and speak. No one will hear."

I said, "O.k. dude, go ahead."

Moose came over and said, "Boom, God Dammit, if you could make any more noise with that kid, the whole fucking world would know."

I looked at him and instantly knew he knew. A chill went down my spine and my stomache felt like it was going to lurch.

He looked at me and said, "I'm in the next cell. I'm not saying a thing because I've got my own thing going with my celly too, but the heat registers in this motherfucker have holes drilled in between the cells where they ran the pipes. It's like I was right next to you hearing every fucking thing you did."

I said, "Moose, man, I don't even know what to say."

Moose said, "Boom, you and I have known each other a long time and you've been nothing but upfront with me. I know you've fallen for the kid and I'm keeping shut. But, just be careful and if you hear anything going on over on my side, you keep mum too!"

I said, "Moose, thanks man."

He smiled and said, "Boom, wear it out and if he does you too, then tell him I said for him to wear it out too."

I laughed and said, "Moose, we haven't gotten that far yet."

Moose said, "Boom, when it happens, just go slow and it'll be the best thing you've ever felt."

I nodded and he walked away. Here I was having a conversation about having gay sex with one of the oldest heads in the joint and we're doing it out in the wing in front of everyone. I had to laugh because a secret doesn't stay a secret long in this motherfucker.

Francisco came over and said, "What's up with Fat Charley?"

I said, "He's cool, why?"

He said, "Well, he just came up wanting to get some soups and a box of Ho-Ho's."

I said, "He's good for it, so put him down on the green list for anything you want to do with him."

Francisco nodded and then said, "scrub that thing twice because I don't want to be known as a dirty cocksucker". I looked up at him like he'd went nuts, but all I saw was him going back to the cell apparently to get Fat Charley his shit.

Washing up this morning, I scrubbed a little longer than normal. I love the smell of Irish Spring and the lather it makes has it making me like a prison version of the Mr. Bubble dude.

Francisco came back down and I rinsed off. He stepped in and I stepped out. I dried off and then stepped in and said to Francisco. "If Moose makes any comments to you about us, then he's cool to talk with. He knows and made it a point of coming down to tell me to keep things down as he heard us."

Francisco looked at me with shock on his face and I said, "Really, he's cool with it. He's doing his celly too!"

Francisco smiled and said, "Man, you had me scared there for a moment."

I nodded and said, "Eiley!"

He smiled and said, "You figured it out!"

I said, "Yeah, and as often as I say it, everyone else is going to immitate it and be telling everyone else they love them too!"

Francisco laughed and my heart did a flip flop seeing his smile. The kid had a way about him and if he couldn't whip these motherfuckers, he'd do it .....With Love.

Author's Note:

First of all, I would like to Thank everyone who wrote their kind words to me after reading the first installment. I really appreciate the time you all took to just write a few words of encouragement.

Yes, With Love was written from a perspective of being in prison, and yes, the characters in the story are real in a way.

The person whom Boom is in this life knows who he is because he has Boom tattooed across his knuckles on his left hand. He's been the love of my life since 1993. We met very similarly to how Boom and Francisco met, and he helped pull me out of my shell and into the world of prison. By the time I got out, I was no longer shy and could face anyone eye to eye knowing they were just a man and were as afraid as death as I.

So far, there are now 5 chapters of With Love written. It won't be a long saga, but will instead be a prologue to some of the other stories I have in the works. Through all these stories, you (the reader) will have privledge into knowing basicly my life story. Yes, Francisco in this story is me.

Once again thanks and anyone who would like to write, is welcome to doing so.

Retta Michaels

RettaMichaels@Gmail.com