Are your ready for the next part of the story about gay love in prison? Do you remember first part of it – I fell in love with one of my prisoners? So, let’s start now.
It was that one day, three weeks ago, when it all began. I heard commotions in one of the bathrooms in sector B and I rushed there to see what was going on. It was Johnsons, cornered by three guys. They immediately calmed down as soon as they saw me, but I called for reinforcements nonetheless and escorted them to their cells. I was in charge with Johnsons and I led him to his cell, but, as soon as he arrived he whispered me again that he wanted to tell me something important that night about one potential major attack. That got me curios, so I waited for the night shift to come and I went to his cell. I knew other prisoners may suspect something if I was to enter, which is why I took him out and headed towards infirmary. Once there, he just took my hand, looked me in the eyes and, before I have the time to react, he pressed his lips on mine. I felt his breath accelerating and his heart beating next to mine for three seconds.
His lips were warm and I just couldn’t help it when he grabbed my face in his hands. We made love right there on the spot. My first gay lover and my first gay experience. I can’t tell you how happy I was that I have finally met my dreams. I felt a huge relief, knowing that I don’t have to hide, at least from myself. I enjoyed it and I found nothing wrong about it, which was actually my deepest fear. I always thought that I was born straight, but that I was having unnatural desires that I had to get rid of. I now know that it was the other way around. I have been born gay. I just found it difficult to accept. I know now that what seems unnatural to me is to love a girl, because my nature and my heart tell me that I am gay and that I have nothing to be ashamed about. Mike was released 3 days ago, as he has been convicted for a small felony. No one knows about my relationship with Mike, because I could lose my job over this, which is why I prefer to keep quiet about it.
I now write this story from Mike’s computer, in his own house. We love each other and I am so grateful that I have the chance of experiencing feelings that I thought I would never encounter. This convinced me of one thing. There is no such thing as genders, when it comes to love. Love is all about commitment, honesty and respect and I share all these with Mike, just like any other couple. No one has the right to judge us and no one has the right to judge you. Yes, I have falling in love with a convicted criminal, but what can I do? I can’t change what I feel. I might as well enjoy the ride and be happy with who I am. This is what all of us can do.