by Beast
Xavier took a deep breath. He turned and began to make his way back to the station. All he wanted to do was clear his mind and stop thinking about Raheem. Yet, after taking just two steps he heard the soft, yet distinct click of one of the doors opening. He froze in his steps.
The sound of two men laughing and joking filled the space behind Xavier as he slowly turned around. He saw the burly roommate first, then Raheem. Even in his white t-shirt and orange pants the boy looked sexy as fuck. Xavier’s eyes moved from the heavy meat swinging in the front of his slacks to the solid, cut forearms and biceps. Then he saw his face. For the first time, he got a good, unadulterated look.
His thick, pink lips and his bushy eyebrows stood out. Xavier felt like he could stare into Raheem’s sleepy bedroom eyes all night as he sucked on his bottom lip. The thought ran through Xavier’s mind like a wet eel, slippery and shocking. But Xavier couldn’t help himself. His eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as he shifted his gaze from Raheem’s wisp of a mustache to his strong jaw line and wiry goatee. His somewhat thin face looked perfect and youthful. But there was something about him that made Xavier uneasy and horny at the same time.
Maybe it’s the dreads, Xavier thought. Something about Raheem seemed dangerous, maybe even threatening. He looked like a thugged out convict with the tats running down his neck and arms. Xavier’s mind quickly remembered the tats covering his tight, ripped body. There was something raw and sexually invigorating about the young convict. Xavier couldn’t put his finger on it but he definitely wouldn’t have minded the chance to put his fingers elsewhere.
“Damn C.O.,” Raheem said in his deep, sultry voice right after he bumped into Xavier. Xavier’s loins instantly sprang to life. “You taking up the whole walkway?”
Xavier didn’t say anything. He stood there, looking at Raheem; dumbfounded since the tier was wide enough to have six men walk side by side. The tatted felon walked backwards and stared back at Xavier. Time seemed to slow to the pace of a snail crawling. Xavier saw every movement made by Raheem. First the narrowing of his eyes. Then the licking of his lips. Raheem looked Xavier up and down, as if challenging him but not in a violent way. Xavier had a difficult time reading the boy until he grabbed his dick, smiled and turned around laughing. Raheem walked off with his cell mate, joking, as if he and Xavier hadn’t crossed paths.
Xavier was lost in the moment. He stood there, at the rail, with his mouth agape and staring off at the wall. His heart thumped hard in his chest. Sweat pearled in the creases of his forehead. His breathing was thick and heavy. For a moment Xavier thought he was having a panic attack. Then, in an instant he snapped back to reality. The sounds of inmates slamming dominoes on the hard, plastic tables shook him from his daze.
What the fuck is happening to me, Xavier thought. A man, that’s a fucking man.
Panic seared through Xavier mind like a wild fire. He hurried down the stairs and stepped outside in the courtyard. He took a few dozen deep breaths and calmed down. Xavier dried his clammy palms on his pants and wiped his eyes. With an effort he decided to focus on his job: monitoring the inmates.
Xavier casually walked around the courtyard and made his way to the basketball court. He looked at the inmates playing but he wasn’t really watching them. His mind kept going back to Raheem. Never before had he even looked at another man in a sexual way. It scared Xavier. And then to have it happen in a prison, full of men.
I’m just lonely, Xavier thought, trying to make sense of it all. I’ve only been around a bunch of men and ugly ass women for the last two months. I have to get out, tonight. Hit up a bar and get some pussy.
Just as Xavier had it all figured out in his mind his eyes caught the movement of one particular dark skinned, muscular body running up the court in a sea of prison chiseled, sweaty flesh. It was Raheem.
With the focus of an NBA player and the tenacity of a seasoned athlete, Raheem passed, dribbled and made shots like a pro. He had his dreads pulled back with a rubber band, showing his well defined jaw line and high cheek bones. From head to toe the man was sculpted like a Nubian god. It would be a crime not to be in awe of the man.
All reason flew out the door for Xavier. The pure, unadulterated urge to drink in the sight of Raheem took over like the primal instinct to breath. One singular thought pulsed through Xavier’s very being: how sexy Raheem looked running up and down the court, his prison muscles tight, wet and bulging. Xavier’s body shuddered as Raheem went up and dunked the ball over two guys twice his size. His heavy meat swung violently against the loose, orange prison pants.
“Hey C.O.”
Xavier turned on his heels towards the voice right behind. He took a step back when his eyes met those of an older inmate. The man was too close for Xavier’s comfort.
“What you want?” Xavier asked plainly.
“Can you see if they updated my visitor list yet? I got my sister trying to come in from Ohio, want to make sure she’s on the list before she flies out tomorrow morning.”
Xavier nodded and headed back to the station. He got the man’s name and looked up his file. As soon as Xavier told the man his list had been updated he hurried over to the phones. Xavier rolled his eyes and sat back. He stared at the computer screen for a moment. Then his fingers began typing. He looked up Raheem.
Xavier grunted and shook his head. Even in his mug shot the boy looked fine as fuck. Xavier read over the file. Raheem was serving a five year sentence for possession with intent to distribute. He’d be out in three years if he kept his nose clean. And based on the lack of write ups, he was doing just that.
A frown spread on Xavier’s face. Raheem had done eighteen months already. He was barely twenty and was attractive enough for someone to at least try the young inmate. How he didn’t have any type of complaint or incident was baffling. Before Xavier could give the conundrum anymore thought he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
“Xavier,” Katriece said. “You want to get the first group to take down to the cafeteria?”
Xavier nodded and pulled himself from the computer. He went through the motions of preparing to take the group of fifty or so inmates down to the cafeteria. By the time he finished checking all the names off the dinner clipboard and looked towards the station to unlock the first lock he saw Katriece smiling like a clown at a birthday party at one of the inmates crowding the station.
Annoyed, he radioed for her release the first lock. She complied, and told Xavier that one of the inmates had a request form for the infirmary and that he could take him after he dropped off the first group. Xavier stood, in a crowd of inmates and waited for the last one to accompany them. The man at the station turned around. It was Raheem, with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Xavier almost fainted. He was instantly lightheaded as he watched Raheem, still shirtless, walk towards the door. Even his measured stride was sexy as fuck. Xavier was enamored. It took everything in him to divert his eyes.
“Inmate Jones,” Xavier said, looked down at the clip board. “Put on your shirt and your oranges. You know what the policy is inside the building. You’ve been here long enough.”
A small chuckle left Raheem’s sexy lips as he stretched up and pulled his shirt over his head. The lock buzzed open and the inmates filed into the holding area which separated them from the rest of the prison. Xavier stood at the door and waited for Raheem. The boy took his time, walking up as he buttoned up his orange vest.
“Thanks for waiting, C.O.,” Raheem said as he walked pass Xavier, brushing against his shoulder.
Xavier hung his head and took a deep breath. The physical contact was driving Xavier crazy. He turned around and saw Raheem hovering near the second door. That same smirk was on his face. Xavier shook his head and stepped inside, letting the first door close and lock behind him.
Xavier went to the second door, waved his card key over the magnetic lock and radioed the front office to unlock the door. With each passing second of waiting it felt like Raheem was inchi
ng closer and closer to him. The small, plexiglass encased room was a tight fit but wasn’t so tight that Raheem had to be so close.
First, the strong musk of sweat and something else that Xavier couldn’t describe, hit his nose. That’s when he looked up and saw Raheem, staring directly in his eyes. Xavier quickly looked away, towards the door. Then he felt the body heat of the inmate radiate on his neck. Xavier’s body stiffened almost as hard as his dick. Raheem was fucking with him. He was getting closer and closer, trying to bitch him in front of all the inmates. The sad thing was part of Xavier was enjoying it.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door buzzed and then clicked open. Xavier was sure that he felt Raheem’s dick brush against his arm before he stepped out in the hall. He disregarded the thought and had the men line up before they headed to the cafeteria.
Xavier tried to focus on the job but his eyes kept finding their way back to Raheem. The boy was in the front of the line, staring at Xavier. Xavier felt like his eyes pierced right through him, reading his mind. Raheem looked at Xavier as if he knew all the nasty thoughts that ran through the officer’s mind. All the thoughts he fought to extinguish.
Once the group made it to the cafeteria entrance, Raheem stepped aside and let the rest of the men file inside. Xavier checked his watch. He’d return by 6:45 to pick them back up. Xavier was so busy going over his mental checklist that he almost forgot about Raheem. The young inmate stood uncomfortably close to him once all the others were in the cafeteria.
“Let’s go, Jones,” Xavier barked.
“Damn, why you got an attitude, C.O.?” Raheem asked, his voice as smooth as silk. “Did I do something wrong?”
Xavier ignored him and headed for the infirmary. It was all the way on the other end of the prison.
“Oh, now you can’t talk, hunh? Still speechless from earlier?”
Xavier almost tripped over himself. “Just be quiet, Jones.”
The words were as shaky as Xavier’s nerves. He heard it and he was sure Raheem heard it.
“Hold up, C.O.”
Xavier frowned and rounded on his heels. Raheem had stopped at an intersection.
“What the fuck you doing, inmate?” Xavier demanded. He was getting angry. “Let’s go, now!”
“Aye, you need to calm down with that mouth before I put something in it,” Raheem said, pointing his finger at Xavier’s face. A malevolent grin of satisfaction creased the inmate’s lips as Xavier stood there, silent. “There’s a storage room down that hall. I need a couple things.”
Xavier stood there, his mind racing. His gut told him to radio back up to escort the inmate back to the cell block but something else in him urged him to do whatever the prison thug demanded. Raheem saw the conflict in Xavier’s eyes. He stepped up until his face only inches away from Xavier’s.
“I just need some soap, toothpaste and shit. Be quick as fuck, trust me,” He said. “You do this for me and I won’t say anything about anything.”
Xavier frowned at the threat. He was ready to restrain Raheem himself right then and there. He even let a thought to grope the boy invade his mind. But before he could do anything, Raheem was walking down the hall, dreads flipping in the air as he walked. Reluctantly, Xavier followed behind him.
Once they got to the storage room Raheem stood there, waiting. Xavier just looked at him with a smug grin. Raheem crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.
“Open the door,” Raheem said plainly.
“Why should I?” Xavier said, almost surprised at how quickly the words come out.
Raheem licked his lips and smiled. His eyes moved from Xavier’s eyes, down his body and back up. “Open the door and find out.”
Xavier held the young thug’s gaze. His hands instinctively went to his keys. A voice in the back of his head screamed ‘NO’ but every muscle in his body moved to do what Xavier knew he shouldn’t have done. He reached for the handle and unlocked the door. He pushed the door open and motioned Raheem inside.
The young, arrogant prisoner stepped inside with a staggered stride, his eyes glued on Xavier’s face until he crossed the threshold. His arm brushed against Xavier stomach and thigh. He felt his body steel again at the boy’s touch. He followed him behind.
Once inside, Raheem had the look of a kid in a chocolate factory. He went from shelf to shelf stuffing toiletries in his loose fitting orange pants. Xavier wasn’t surprised. Most of the stuff he was grabbing was used in trades as currency.
“Don’t get carried away, Jones.”
Raheem looked over his shoulder. He bit at his bottom lip as he looked towards Xavier. His arms fell down to his sides. The momentary quizzical gaze turned into one of absolution. He knew exactly what his next move was. The look made Xavier step back, right into the closed door. The distance between them shortened alarmingly fast. Raheem was on Xavier in a flash, his bulging forearm pressed firmly under Xavier’s chin, cutting off his air.
“Back… the…fuck…up,” Xavier managed to say.
Raheem eased up, just slightly. “Tell me what you want from me, C.O.”
Xavier frowned. He blinked incessantly at the odd statement. “Get off of me, inmate Jones.”
“Chill with all that formal shit. Tell me what you want, nigga.”
Xavier searched the boy’s face. A voice nagged at him. He knew what he wanted to say to Raheem. He knew exactly what he wanted from the boy. But he just couldn’t say it. Maybe it was his pride. Maybe it was because he still was fighting the idea of being a fag.
Raheem narrowed his gaze as he looked Xavier in the eyes. He licked his lips as he moved forward and pressed his hard body against Xavier’s. He made sure to straddle Xavier’s legs, so he could feel what he wanted.
The first thing Xavier felt was the hot, thick piece of flesh rubbing up on his thigh. Every muscle on Raheem’s toned body bulged and flexed through his oranges and pressed onto Xavier. He could feel the tatted up thug’s heart throb quicker and quicker from his chest down to his lengthening manhood. Xavier felt like his knees would buckle.
“Yea, nigga,” Raheem said, a slight grin on his face. He stepped in closer until his lips nearly touched Xavier’s ear. “We both know what the fuck you want.”
Raheem eased back. He looked Xavier in the eyes, pulling him with the look he gave him. He stood there, still pressed against him, for just a moment but to Xavier it felt like an eternity. Then Raheem pulled back. He stepped back until he stood in the middle of the storage room. Waiting.
Xavier looked him up and down. His gaze fixated on the large bulge that snaked down Raheem’s pant leg. He was stuck. Mesmerized. Then Raheem made his dick jump. Xavier’s stomach twisted from hunger.
“Come here, boy,” Raheem said in the sexiest, commanding voice Xavier had ever heard.
Without thought, Xavier walked up to Raheem until he was less than a foot away. He felt like he wasn’t in control of his body. Like someone else who wasn’t afraid of the truth, that he wanted the dick, had taken over. At that point, Xavier didn’t even care.
Raheem reached out and placed his hand on Xavier’s shoulder. “Get down on yo knees, bitch.”
The words didn’t even register. Xavier felt the pressure from Raheem’s hand on his shoulder. He went to his knees as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Xavier was oblivious to the cold, hard concrete supporting his knees. The only thing on his mind was the brick hard dick staring him in the eye.
Raheem laced his pants with both his thumbs and yanked the pants down. His midnight black pole jutted out from a wisp of black pubes straight into the air, almost poking Xavier in the eye.
“Go ahead and grab that shit,” Raheem ordered.
As if he were a machine taking orders, Xavier complied. He reached up and took the thick monstrosity in his hands. It felt like fire in his palms it was so hot. He could barely wrap his fingers around it.
“Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
Xavier looked up at Raheem. That same s
cary but erotic gaze was glued on the man’s face. Xavier’s body shuddered in anticipation. He kept his eyes locked on Raheem’s as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as far as he could.
Raheem took hold of the back of Xavier head. “Now taste that dick, C.O.”
Xavier panted as he leaned forward. The middle of his tongue hit the soft, under part of Raheem’s dick head. Raheem pulled at the back of Xavier’s head, driving his dick into his mouth until it butted up against the roof of his mouth.
Instinct and desire took over. Xavier wrapped his lips around the thick member. Manly musk invaded his senses as the tinge of sweat teased his taste buds.
“Suck that dick, nigga,” Raheem growled. “You know you been wanting to taste my shit, no swallow that shit, bitch.”
Xavier moved like he had been possessed. He bobbed his mouth on the prison thug’s dick harder and harder each time he went down on him. His hands moved from Raheem’s athletic thighs to his flexed abs and chest. Xavier was insatiable. He tried to take in as much of the boy as he could.
Raheem bucked like a champion steed. He held Xavier’s head with two hands, trying to plunge his dick deep down in his throat. Xavier hungrily swallowed the meat as much as he could but it was too thick for him to take the whole thing.
A sickening wet gagging sound filled the small storage room. Xavier didn’t care and Raheem surely didn’t give a fuck. The two of them were entangled in a sexual manifestation of primal urges and desires. There was only one way for it to end.
“Yessss…” Raheem hissed. “Fuck! That feels so goddamned good. Suck dick better than my bitch at home.”
Xavier struggled to suck and breathe at the same time. His ears popped and his eyes bulged each time Raheem slammed his hips into his face. It hurt but it felt so good. Xavier closed his eyes and sucked at Raheem’s massive manhood as hard as he could. Spit and precum foamed at his mouth.
Raheem reached down and tilted Xavier’s face and fucked him. “I’m about to bust nigga!” Raheem roared.
Panic ripped through Xavier. For a moment he snapped back to reality and tried to pull away but Raheem had him in a vice grip.
