It's the final day, and I'm there to pick up my Jake from prison. I wait in eagerness as they process him. Gosh they are taking so long. What the hell is wrong, I thought. Eventually a guard comes up to be. "I'm sorry sir, but there's been an incident."
"What incident?!" I frantically reply.
Before he can respond, I run passed him to see my Jake. As I round the corner, I see the blood on the floor, doctors all over him, blocking everything except his lifeless legs...
And then I wake up, hot and flushed gasping for breath. What a horrific nightmare! Gosh, thank God it wasn't real!
I got on my knees and prayed, and then it dawned upon me. Jake and I are not good people. We've done some terrible things, and rather than punishment, we've been rewarded with each other in prison. In the end, he's still a thug, and I'm still a thief. After a life of crime and theft, we'd live rich and happy every after? That's not how it works. That's not right.
I need Jake out of that place right away, but justice is justice. It will never be for free.
I decided to look further. I looked back into the cases that Jake was guilty off. He traumatised many people's lives in the past. Reading his record stoked the same fear in me that I had for him at my first night in prison. But I reminded myself where we've come and how we've changed for the better.
I decided to meet the families and people whose lives he had ruined, not disclosing my true relationship with him of course. I spoke to them all over a few weeks. They were gracious enough to meet Jake in prison. He apologized sincerely to them. With the money I had stolen, I compensated them for Jakes misdemeanours, paying his restitution. The rest of the money I kept safe, with the intention of eventually compensating everyone from whom I stole. I just wanted us to be clean, and safe, and put prison behind us.
With restitution paid, Jake no longer had to serve the remainder of his sentence. He was a free man! In two days I prepared for his release. I demanded he be held safely till I pick him up. I reached the prison to thankfully find him alive and well, and ready to depart with me.
It was an awkwardly long drive home. We glanced and smiled at each other, joked and laughed, trying to control ourselves and hide our passion for each other till we were safely home. To add to the difficulty, the weather was bitingly cold.
I brought my man home, cooked him a good dinner and we ate. We kissed occasionally, but still controlling ourselves. It was unspoken, but I think we both wanted to do things right. We both resisted the urge to grab at each other wildly.
He expected to get in the shower with me, but I declined. I showered first, got into my white gown and then called for him.
"Jake!" I called.
"Uhm, yes Daniel?" he replied. I hugged him deeply, grabbed his hand and rubbed it down my body.
"Take your time. Wash and dry yourself. I'll be waiting for you when you're out. Oh and put this on when you're done. It's cold baby, I don't want you getting sick," I said as I gave him a black gown. With Jake busy in the shower, I quickly got to prepping myself.
It's different when one is with a man. When I dated women, I made sure I was crisp and clean of course. A lot of factors were non-existent however. I didn't always care for being clean shaven. Women generally like a bit of stubble on a man. I had manly scents and certainly didn't bother about having to be well scented. Lots of women like a man's natural scent, I thought. And I certainly didn't care about having a couple of hairs on my body or down there either. She aint going to be inspecting there either, I thought.
I didn't think that the love of my life would be a man, and that too a man as loving as Jake. For him, I need to be clean everywhere, especially clean deep in my bum, and I certainly didn't want Jake having to deal with any hair down there while he loves me. Being tongued down there is something I never imagined in my wildest dreams! Most people would think it gross. But that is what my man lovingly does for me. I need to make myself good for him.
Prison had its restrictions. Surely I could make myself even more beautiful for my man out here in the world, I thought. I prepared in advance for my Jake even before picking him up. I removed all of my body hair. I left no square inch unaccounted for. The only hair I have, was on my head. I also took great care of my skin, moisturising often, and exfoliating closer to the day. Where appropriate I powdered myself to keep moisture down, and keep my skin smooth and milky. I even learned some basic make up just to cover any blemishes that arise, and make my lips just a little extra rosy for him. I quickly repeated all of this while he showered. I wanted to be beautiful for him.
Make no mistake, I'm not gender confused or anything. I'm happy in my body, happy being a guy and having guy tastes. But when with my Jake, submissiveness overcomes me. I love him taking charge of me, treating me well, making me feel safe. He's the only man I'd ever love, the only man I was even attracted to. I desperately wanted to be perfect for him and submit to him.
