Tommy and I shared the same jail cell back in the late eighties. He was a big hairy man that looked more like a bear than a man. I had been sentenced for an attempted bank robbery while he was doing time for killing someone. We didn't hit it off at first and I knew better than try to fight him. We became fast friends after I helped him when he was ambushed by a group of fellow prisoners in the exercise yard. Before either of us knew it, Tommy and I became lovers.
One night, I was sitting on my bunk in our cell reading my mail moments before lights out when he walked in stiffly. I knew that something bad had happened. He never went looking for trouble but it always found him. I folded up the letter that I was reading and stuffed it back into the envelope. I placed the envelope in a large box and placed it under the bunk. The letter was from my mother, who still expected to see me at the family dinner for Christmas. She wrote me weekly and was the only one that I received letters from. My girlfriend had dumped me shortly before I tried robbing the bank.
"You look like crap, my man" I said. "Who jumped you this time?"
"Benji did," Tommy replied as he slowly removed his prison shirt. "The little shit jumped out of nowhere."
The bruise on his chest was hard to see because of his thick layer of coarse black hair. Benji was about half his size and I wondered what he had hit Tommy with. I got up and helped him off with his boots and pants. I helped him onto his bed and I sat next to him. I could not help but to stare at the bulge in his white briefs. The hairy man was big all over and it wasn't all fat.
I touched his hairy chest where the bruise was. His white skin was slowly turning a dark purple. I was surprised that he didn't have a broken sternum for that was Benji's target.
"What did he hit you with?" I asked as I slowly massaged the bruised area.
