by Beast
“Do what you need to do, just have that tight ass good and ready when I come play in it. You know how much fun I have fucking you. Got me on brick just thinking about it.”
“Get the fuck away from me, Gustavo. I’ll let you know when and where. Try to get a fucking grip on your hormones. Unless you trying to get caught.”
Gustavo smiled. “I’ll holler at you later.”
Raheem shook his head as he watched his debtor stroll away like shit was gravy. The young prisoner’s mind raced. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. Just a few days ago he was making sure he’d be able to wake up without a shank stuck in his chest.
Brady and Flip were dead. And only a few Triple Deuces were still on the block. The Spanish Disciples were running the block now. Raheem wouldn’t have cared except that Gustavo, the Hispanic fuck running the gang, had an open deed on his ass. Instead of his life being at risk, it was literally his ass being threatened.
Ignoring the inmates still laughing at him wasn’t easy. Raheem eye balled Gustavo and his little click. He’d never beat them man-on-man. There were too many of them and most of the men were doing hard time. Shanking a nigga and walking away like nothing happened was the norm for them. They’d drop Raheem in a second if it suited their needs. It didn’t matter. Raheem only had beef with one of them: Gustavo.
Raheem trotted down the stairwell and went outside. He needed some air and wanted to get a game of basketball in before the evening count. Playing ball always cleared his mind. The competition was therapeutic. Focusing his athleticism to run all over cats was the only thing he had control over in that cement cage. Raheem relished the feeling that came with winning on the court. It was a small victory amongst an avalanche of defeats.
After two games, Raheem trotted off the court and hit the bench press in the middle of the yard. He caught sight of Dee Dee perched on one of the benches. His jaw clenched and his fists balled. As much as he wished the lifelike clown would have stayed in the cell and remained unseen and out of sight, he understood the need to taste the limited freedom offered by the yard.
Raheem watched Dee Dee. He was sure his new cell mate was advertising with the way he smirked and batted his eye lashes. It was odd watching a man all dolled up trying to flirt with a bunch of niggas in prison. Surprisingly, Raheem noticed a few of the men make small gestures affirming Dee Dee’s advances. He just hoped none of them showed up at his cell looking to fuck with the prag.
“You alright, nigga?” Shawn asked as he threw the basketball back towards another dude on the court. He stood in front of Raheem. “Your ass been through it these last couple of days.”
Raheem nodded at his basketball buddy. “Man, you aint never lied. When I’m up I’m up, but when a nigga is down, it feels like I stay down. Now I got deal with that wannabe princess in my fucking cell.”
“Don’t stress that shit too much man. Give it a couple of days. My cellie bout to get paroled in a couple of days. You can put in a request to transfer if you want. I don’t mind.”
“You sure?” Raheem asked. He looked at the young baller and wondered why he’d made the offer. He only knew the dude from playing on the yard. “You’d be doing me a big ass favor.”
“Shit, I’d rather have a nigga I know in there instead of some fuck the guards throw in there with me. Besides, I’m a simple dude. Got a few years in this bitch and just trying to do my time without any issues. Seems like you trying to do the same thing.”
“True shit,” Raheem agreed. “Focusing on that date is the only thing that keeps me going, man. Some of these cats get so caught up in the shit going on in here they forget that there’s a world outside these walls. I’m not trying to feed into that shit.”
“Sounds good to me. Plus we can work out together and shit. A nigga trying to get buff when I get out and see my girl. Wanna get like you.”
Raheem grinned. “Yea. I’m knocking out like three-hundred push-ups a day now. Actually lost weight since I been in here. Don’t even matter how much I eat. And a nigga eats, trust me.”
“Looks good on you man. Wouldn’t mind dropping a few pounds and gaining some muscle.”
Raheem nodded and offered a weak smile. He was always uncomfortable when other guys commented on his body but it seemed like something that was normal in the prison. Raheem studied the boy and wondered how old he was. Shawn seemed super friendly and Raheem wondered if it was just a reflection of his youth. Raheem wasn’t all that old but he’d been locked up long enough that you never made friends in jail.
“You should swing by the cell later. I keep my shit clean.”
“That’s cool,” Raheem said. He tried to hide his suspicion. “Feel like running another game?”
The eager boy nodded and turned for the court. Raheem couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of Shawn’s high booty as he jogged back to the court. It was round and muscular but had a jiggle only a young man who hadn’t sculpted his body from prison iron could have. Something in Raheem clicked. His dick swelled just a little and it bothered him.
Raheem tried to focus on the pickup game and push the thoughts from his mind. For a moment he wondered if Xavier was right about him enjoying the things he did with other men. When he fucked with guys there was always a tangible benefit at the end. He had Abdul suck his dick a few times but that was only because he needed to bust a nut and didn’t feel like jacking. Aside from Abdul, no other man got his dick or ass without paying a price.
Stressing over the details of his fledging heterosexuality wasn’t something Raheem wanted to do. He focused on the game. Shawn was on the other team and was told to guard him. It was nothing new. Shawn was a decent baller but he took too many risks and got frustrated too easily. Raheem would school the boy by the time he pressed the lane a few times.
But something was different this time. Shawn usually went for the steal or block. Now, he was using his body and actually guarding. Raheem was sure he felt the boy’s dick grind on his ass a few times. The whole thing threw him off his game a few times. He missed layups and shots that he usually made with ease.
It was the same thing when Shawn got the ball. The boy wasn’t shy about leaning into Raheem’s body. He was playing better and more aggressively but something just seemed off. For a moment Raheem thought he was looking too much into the boy upping his game. But then Shawn got a handful of his dick when he posted out with his free hand.
Raheem was in so much shock that the move stopped him dead in his tracks. Shawn took advantage of the lapse by scoring the winning three point shot. It was the first time in the three months that they’d been playing ball that Shawn had beat a team Raheem played on. The young inmate came up to Raheem with a grin and smacked him on the ass as he did a play crossover.
“You need to tighten your game up, man.” Shawn said, playfully. “Not like you let a nigga bust a three in your face.”
“Just a little distracted,” Raheem said. He looked at Shawn blankly. He was sure the boy was flirting with him. “Can’t get my head in the game with so much going on.”
“I feel you. Want to run back another game? I wouldn’t mind schooling your ass twice in a row. Help a young nigga like me boost my confidence.”
“Naw,” Raheem said. He caught sight of Xavier near the door to the block. “I’m going to catch up with you later man. I’ll swing by your cell and chop it up with you.”
Shawn smiled and nodded. Raheem’s eyes lingered on the boy’s smooth, milk chocolate complexioned face and took in the beauty of his smile. It was so alluring that Raheem struggled to tear his eyes away. He shook his head and walked towards Xavier. He needed to take care of some business.
“I think Shawn Price has a little crush on you,” Xavier said. “You keep on fucking around with these guys and folks are going to catch wind that you like dick as much as the prag in your cell.”
“What the fuck you talking about? We was just playing ball, man. You see gay shit everywhere. Seeing what you want to see. Maybe you need to go back and s
ee that shrink.”
“As much as he was dry humping you on the court I’m surprised little buddy didn’t bust all up in his oranges. Looked like an opening scene to a prison themed, gangster porn.”
“That shit would turn you on, hunh? You like watching dudes in prison do gay shit. Gets you all hot and bothered thinking about those hard, jail chiseled bodies pressed against each other.”
Xavier sucked his teeth. “You came over here for a reason. What you want?”
“I need you to me a favor. I need a cell phone. Tomorrow if you can.”
“You trying to call someone on the outside? This about the gun?”
“Naw, this is something different. I don’t even need to be able to call out. A flip phone that can record will be fine. I wrote a letter for my boy to work on that shit on the outside.” Raheem handed him a folded piece of paper. “That’s a complaint about my cell mate. Inside of it is the letter you need to give my boy. He’ll handle the rest. Marco will look dirty as fuck by the end of the week. I just need to pin the gun on one of the inmates.”
“I’m guessing you have someone in mind?”
“I do and I’m not going to tell you shit until I need you to play your part. So you going to get the phone or what? I need that shit ASAP.”
“Yea, but I’m going to need to get some of that ass before I go risking my job and freedom for a fucking phone.”
“Did you get that money in my account?”
“Yea, I had a second bank account set up under a fake name when I out on leave. Transferred the money when I went on break. So wassup? We going to do this or what?”
Raheem rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.”
Xavier led Raheem to the investigation unit to speak to one of the guards looking into the ordeal with Abdul. The man needed a few more details to close the case out. He declared it a death by defense. Raheem wouldn’t be held responsible. It was welcomed news for the inmate. He made a mental not to make sure to see Patterson to make sure the incident didn’t affect his parole chances.
“Where we going to do this shit,” Raheem asked as they left the investigator’s office. “Aint many places to go?”
“Trust me, I got a spot.”
Xavier grinned back at Raheem. The man was sporting a hard-on that he couldn’t hide if he wanted. He led the inmate to the solitary wing. The guard that was supposed to be on duty was nowhere to be seen. Raheem wasn’t surprised. The old white guard was always slipping away to catch a nap.
“I told Officer Bertram that I’d cover for him while he caught a quick nap,” Xavier explained. He must have seen the look on Raheem’s face. “Old man has been working security to make some extra money to get his wife something nice for their anniversary.”
“Yea, whatever,” Raheem quipped. “Let’s just get this business done and get back to the block. I got shit that needs to be done.”
Xavier shook his head as he led Raheem to one of the empty cells. There was a prison mat on the floor. Xavier began stripping as soon as he stepped through the door. He was down to his draws before Raheem got his shirt over his head.
“Get down on your knees and suck my dick right quick. I want to feel that mouth on my meat.”
Raheem did as he was instructed. He fell to his knees in front of Xavier’s engorged manhood and took him in his mouth. He sucked the head of the guard’s dick, letting spit ooze from the corners of his mouth and drip down the rigid shaft. Xavier moaned out in pleasure. He reached down and cupped the back of Raheem’s head.
“There you go,” Xavier moaned. He pulled Raheem’s head down further and further with each thrust. “Get that dick nice and wet. Want to slide in that ass like a hot knife cutting through butter. Make that ass melt on my dick.”
Raheem closed his eyes and focused on trying to make the insatiable guard bust before he got anywhere near his ass. He sucked hard and fast, slurping on Xavier’s dick like it was a Popsicle. Raheem worked the guard’s slick pole with more enthusiasm when he felt Xavier’s dick jump and harden against the roof of his mouth. Raheem was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t even notice that his own dick was brick hard.
“Damn, you like swallowing my meat, hunh? Got you all excited and shit. Stroke that meat while you suck this dick, nigga.”
Raheem reached down and grabbed his manhood. He was surprised when he felt precum dripping from the tip of his shaft. Raheem convinced himself that it didn’t matter. He was doing what he needed to do to get what he needed to survive. He beat his meat and rubbed the natural lube into his hard flesh.
Xavier yanked his slob covered dick from Raheem’s mouth and sucked in more than a few heavy breaths. Raheem looked up at the man, dick in hand, watching his chest heave with anticipation and lust. The look in his eyes was layered with hunger and want. He eyed Raheem with primal intent. But what he did next surprised Raheem.
Xavier pushed Raheem down on his back. But instead of pushing his legs in the air to fuck his ass he spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva on his own hole. He climbed on top of Raheem and lowered his manly mounds to Xavier’s rigid shaft.
Raheem clenched his jaw as he felt Xavier’s burning flesh pressed down on his dick. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Without thinking, Raheem bit down on his bottom lip and clawed at the cement. Xavier’s hole squeezed and loosened on the tip of the inmate’s dick. The man was intent on making his ass swallow the thug’s pole.
“Damn that dick is big,” Xavier moaned. He reached back, gripped the slick prick and rubbed it until more precum oozed from Raheem’s dick slit. “I want you inside me so bad that it fucking hurts.”
Xavier pressed the palm of his hand on Raheem’s flexed chest to steady himself. A moan of pain tripped over his lips the moment Raheem’s dick popped through Xavier’s tightness. The guard’s nails raked over Raheem’s flesh. As inch after thick, throbbing inch of prison dick eased into Xavier’s bowels, the guard’s nails dug deeper and deeper into Raheem’s flesh.
Rabid lust and carnal intent enflamed Raheem’s body. His eyes burrowed into Xavier’s. All he could think about was how he was going to destroy the man’s tender walls and fuck him until he couldn’t walk. Torturing Xavier’s prostate was the only thing on the horny inmate’s mind. It was the only thing he had control over at that moment.
“Bounce on that dick, bitch,” Raheem ordered. “Show me how much you been wanting this fucking dick in your pussy ass!”
“Nigga, fuck! I can feel you all the way in my stomach. Shit!” Xavier’s body shuddered on Raheem’s dick. His ass clenched tight as he came up and slowly eased back down. “Oh my God, you hitting a spot or something. Got my knees shaking and shit.”
Raheem made his dick jump. “Ride that dick. Stop being a bitch.”
Xavier grinded his hips against the inmate’s groin, teasing the boy’s dick with the fleshy warmth of his deep insides. He needed a minute to adjust to the girth and impossible length of the fuck stick that had penetrated him. Raheem had other plans.
The entrenched prison thug reached up and smacked Xavier’s ass, hard. He gripped the man’s round, muscular ass and held it up just enough for him to stroke in and out of his quivering hole. Raheem pried Xavier’s cheeks apart and pushed his shaft as deeply as he could. His dick stabbed at the officer’s second hole.
“It’s so damn long and thick,” Xavier said in a harsh whisper. His head arched up towards the ceiling. “Dig in that shit, boy. Go deeper.”
Raheem short stroked Xavier’s hole, hard and fast. He made sure to massage the man’s swollen prostate with his blood engorged dick head. Hitting that spot always drove niggas crazy. Raheem was so caught up in the frenzy of the impromptu ass that he didn’t realize Xavier was creaming on his dick until the wetness drenched his thighs.
Xavier’s ass gushed with ass and dick fluids. His hole had become a hot factory of love juices and he was processing orders on demand. The arousing sensation that took him like a storm was overwhelming. His dick firmed and slapped agains
t Raheem’s chiseled abs each time he came crashing down on the boy’s angry meat.
“I can feel this nut creeping on me, Raheem. You need to catch that nut cause I’m going to bust any second.”
“Keep gripping my dick with that ass,” Raheem barked. “I’m bout to fill that hole.”
He jammed his engorged manhood deep inside Xavier, demolishing his hole, as he bucked and screamed out in pure lust. Wave after wave of hot cum unloaded from his stiff prick and flooded Xavier’s beaten hole. The guard came as soon as he felt Raheem’s seed paint his walls.
Rope after thick rope spit from Xavier’s dick without him even touching himself. His ass clung hard to Raheem’s dick with each jolt. Spent, Xavier stood up and tried to overcome the lightheadedness that overtook him.
Raheem smiled as his seed dripped from Xavier’s hole and fell to his sweat dewed flesh. Yet, the moment of lustful reflection was short lived. Raheem saw movement at the cell door window. It wasn’t more than a shadow but Raheem was sure he’d seen someone. They’d been caught in the heat of the moment.
“Damn, that shit was good,” Xavier said as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “We need to hurry up and get out of here. Pretty sure Bertram will be waking up soon.”
Raheem stood up shaking his head and said, “I think that motherfucker saw us. I swear I just saw someone at the door.”
Xavier’s eyes went wide as his head swiveled towards the door. “Fuck. You sure? Might not have been anything.”
Raheem shrugged. He wasn’t too worried. Whenever guards and inmates were caught having sex it was the guard that would be facing charges. Legally, an inmate can never consent to sex. This was a problem that Xavier would have to deal with. Raheem smiled at the prospect of Xavier dealing with a problem that threatened his life. Karma was a bitch but she was fair.
The pair quickly got dressed and slipped from the cell like nothing had happened. Bertram was at his station with his eyes closed and feet propped up on the desk. He grinned at Xavier and nodded his head as the two of them walked by.
“Fuck,” Xavier cursed. “That motherfucker saw us. He looked to damn smug.”
