Letters from the Inside

24 Mar. 74

24 Mar. 74

G.

Your letter really got to me. After reading what you said about me, I missed you more than ever. I wanted to hug you and kiss you so much. It almost hurt. Does that sound stupid?

You asked me about our first kiss. In detail. So after roll call, you and I were put on bathroom duty with Bluey Russell. This was a few weeks after I arrived. We got our buckets, mops, and scrubbing brushes, and were taken down to the shower block. They locked us in and gave us forty-five minutes. You put Bluey on latrine duty, scrubbing out the toilets, while you and I did the showers. We started at opposite ends and worked our way to the middle on our hands and knees with a scrubbing brush like Cinder-f*****g-rella.

We scrubbed our way towards each other and I kept catching you looking at me. Every time I caught you, you’d look away. It was kind of a turn-on. Then we were inches apart, scrubbing like hell, but this time when I caught you staring, you didn’t look away. I thought it was funny for a moment, but then I saw something in your eyes, something I didn’t think I’d ever see there, so I took advantage of it.

I leaned forward, closed my eyes, and kissed you. I was aiming for your lips, but I got you on the cheek. Like a flash, you grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to you. You kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. I could feel all your strength, all your power, in that kiss, and in the way your hand gripped the back of my head. Soon we were on our knees, our arms around each other and our hard c***s pressed together. You were grinding your hips against me. Your kisses were so…shit, I can’t think of the word! They were so hungry. It was like you wanted to devour me. Ah. I can’t explain. You know what I mean.

Your hand had just come down to grab my erection when Bluey told us a screw was coming. I remember it seemed to take forever for us to let go of each other. I think I even pressed your hand harder against my c**k. I hated the fact we’d been interrupted. I wanted to feel the flesh of your palm moving against the raw flesh of my c**k. I’d been waiting to feel that for so long. I wanted to be naked in front of you, exposing myself for your enjoyment. It didn’t matter about mine. I could tell by the look on the screw’s face, he knew we’d been up to something. He gave us all the once-over, then told us to pack up our stuff and go with him.

But even better than that memory was what happened that night after lights-out. You came to my bed. You were naked and hard. I was just about to fall asleep, but when you lifted my covers and climbed in, I was ready for you. We made passionate love for most of the night. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. I’d fallen in love with you the first time I saw you. I couldn’t believe my luck that I’d be sharing a cell with such a hot man. And now you were in bed with me, your mouth on mine, and your c**k inside me.

We must have made a bit of noise. Remember Terry Graham in the cell next to us, banging on the wall? So we got out of bed and dragged the sheets and blankets with us so we could continue on the floor. You f****d me three times, and when we were too tired to continue, I fell asleep in your arms and your c**k was still inside me.

The next morning, we almost got caught. We heard the keys jangling and Graham tell the screw to f**k off and let him sleep. There was a mad panic to get my stuff back on my bed before the screw on duty, Stevens, opened our door. We only just made it. God, I was tired that day. Bloody exhausted, but I had a nice, warm throb around my arsehole that made me smile when I thought about how I’d got it.

Shit, look at how much I’ve written. I haven’t written this much since I was in school. Check Lanky’s crotch for a hard-on when he delivers this. If he’s got a hard-on, then he’s read the letter.

Also, the movie night is on. They’re going to play that new movie The Exorcist. It’s about a chick that gets possessed by the devil or something. Not very Easter, but who wants to watch all that Bible crap? I agree with your idea about meeting near the back. The front rows will fill up quickly, so I’ll hang around the back of the group. Not sure which Block goes in first or second, but if it looks like I’m going to be forced to sit near the front, I’ll ask to go to the toilet and take my time getting back. You’ll have to save me a seat if you get there first, and I’ll save one for you if I get there first.

You realise I’m sitting here with a massive hard-on now.

Byrnes just asked me who I’m writing to. I told him my mother.

Love you,

J.