My dearest Avery,
You are so naughty! I’m going to remind you that the prison staff reads the letters going in and out. I don’t really give a shit, but just wanted to make sure you remembered that these are not necessarily private.
And fine, MY TURN!
If you were my cellmate, I would wait until after lights out, and then I would sneak over to your bunk and slip under your blanket with you. I would grab your face and kiss your lips until they parted, and then I’d lick into your open mouth and swallow your breath.
You’d have me so hard as I ground against you under the sheet. I’d work my way down your throat and neck with my tongue and teeth until you were squirming. I’d reach down between our bodies and squeeze your dick through your clothes, and you’d gasp…
If I write much more, this letter is likely going to get swiped, and you’ll never see it. But please know that thoughts of doing things to your body and making you come undone fill most of my free time.
I dream about holding you and falling asleep with my arms wrapped around your body. Or with your head on my chest—I think about that a lot. Just lying around lazily with our arms and legs tied in knots.
I wish there wasn’t so much between us… like literal bars, and guards, and brick walls and barbed wire. I also think about how we’ve known each other for two years now, but we’ve never met.
It’s wild to me that I’ve never felt like I’ve been this close to another person in my entire life.
Thank you, my sweet Avery, for keeping me going with your letters.
With love,
James
Part 2
Chapter One
James
Iwas already awake when the morning buzzers sounded and the thick rows of harsh fluorescents hummed and flickered to life, bathing the cinder block cell in blinding white light. The low buzz emanating from the ballasts was quickly drowned out by the hiss of the PA system kicking on as a monotone voice announced morning bed checks and head count.
Todd swung his legs over the side of the top bunk and grumbled under his breath as he hopped down. “Bro, what the fuck are you still doing here?”
I sat up and craned my stiff neck side-to-side. “No oneever came and got me. They told me it would be between two and three in the morning, but they never showed.”
Todd huffed. “Typical. Well, you better tell Sergeant when he comes around for head count.”
“Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I got the date wrong.”
His eye widened. “Are you fucking kidding me, JR? Youwantto stay in this shithole longer?”
“Of course not,” I replied, finally standing up for the first time.
He frowned.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I guess I’m just a little nervous. I didn’t sleep good—or at all really.”
Todd crossed his arms over his broad chest. “The fuck you got to be nervous about? You’re a free man now!”
Raising an eyebrow, I stepped into my gray jumpsuit. “Am I? Do I look very free to you?”
“Obviously someone fucked up, and they forgot to come get you. But fine, you areabout to bea free man. Is that better? What do you got to be grumpy about?”
“I said I wasnervous.I didn’t say shit about being grumpy.”
“I know. I added that part.”
I looked around the cell that had been my home for the last three years, nine months, 12 days and 17 hours of my life. “I don’t know, part of me thinks that I’m dreaming, and they didn’t come to get me because I still have another three years to be in here or some shit.”
