by Beast
“Don’t play with me like that, Dee Dee.” Raheem crossed his arms over his chest. “Your ass just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Chile, I’m just calling it as I see it. You might not know but that boy is infatuated with you. He’s not trade. He’s a butch queen trying to hide it around all these other men. Be careful before he gets you caught up. You’ll be the second fag everyone hates on this block.”
Raheem didn’t say another word. He didn’t have time for gay gossip. Dee Dee was probably trying to get information about Shawn for his own plots and schemes. But Raheem couldn’t ignore the fact that he thought Shawn might be straight up gay. It was one thing to be a nigga locked up trying to get off and a prison fag falling in love with another man.
That fact alone was what steeled Raheem’s heart from feeling anything significant for Xavier. The prison thug wasn’t going to let himself be that type of man. His girl was still holding shit down for him back home. She wasn’t going to have to greet some dick in the booty nigga when Raheem got out.
“Wassup with you, nigga?” Shawn said as he pushed into the cell. “How you feeling?”
Raheem couldn’t help but grin at the young man. “Getting by my dude. You know every day is the same. New drama and more bullshit. Makes it almost impossible for a man to just do his time and get the fuck on with his life.”
“I mean, if you say so,” Shawn replied with a shrug. “You been acting a little funny these last couple of days. At first I thought it was because of what you caught me doing in the cell. But then I saw how you act when that cat, Gustavo was around. You done got in some shit with the Spanish Disciples?”
“Don’t stress that other shit,” Raheem said. “We men. We have needs even if we stuck in this fucking prison. And don’t worry about that shit with Gustavo. He’s just another motherfucker with a chip on his shoulder who’s mind is stuck on the walls holding him in.”
“Don’t bullshit me, man. I aint no bitch. I go hard when it’s time to step up to the plate. A nigga is TTG! Trained To Go!”
“What the fuck that shit mean?” Raheem asked with a frown. “Where your country ass from again? Aint never heard that shit.”
“From Atlanta, Cascade. How the fuck you never heard TTG? Where the fuck you been? Nigga, all it means is that a dude is ready to throw down at the drop of a dime. I won’t hesitate to throw these hands when I need to. That’s how I was raised. Fighting.”
“You can have all that hood nigga shit. That might work out on the streets when you be strapped up with a Glock or something. But in here, if you a one man army, you going to fall. Square up with a dude you don’t know that disrespects you and you might have ten big ass fuckers cornering you with shanks and shit in they hands ten minutes later.”
“That’s why I’m saying I got you. Me and you, nigga. Aint got to be no gang to make niggas know better than to fuck with us. I got your back and you got mine.”
Raheem stared at the boy. He couldn’t decide if he was delusional, stupid or both. Gangs ran each and every block. Most gangs had members all over the prison. There wasn’t a damn thing two niggas ready to throw down because they were TTG could do when one of the gangs wanted blood.
“Don’t tell me your green ass has a death wish the day after I put in a request to transfer into your cell. Nigga, what happened to keeping your head down and doing your fucking time? I thought we was on the same page.”
“We are. Raheem, you the one that got so much shit going on. Killed your cellie, got the Muslims looking at you like swine and Gustavo got you in his crosshairs. Everyone talking saying that you the one that got Javier killed. Your name pops up more than anyone’s. And everyone knows you fucking that blonde bitch.”
“She might not be the prettiest thing to look at but that pussy is on point,” Raheem said. He tried to ignore the look of defeat on Shawn’s face. “And I didn’t kill Abdul. I defended myself. If you came at me with a shank what you think I should do?”
Shawn shrugged his shoulders and looked towards the door. His whole mood had done a 180 at the mention of pussy. Raheem hated to admit it but Dee Dee may have been right. Dude was a bona fide scab.
“We need to talk,” Raheem finally said. “There’s some shit going on here that we need to clear out before I’m in a cell with you.”
Shawn’s eyes glazed over. “You don’t want to move in with me now?”
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about what us living together means. All this talk about being TTG and some of the other shit got me a little worried. Just be a man and tell what the fuck is on your mind. Keep it one hundred.”
Shawn hopped up on the top bunk next to Raheem and laced his fingers together. The young inmate looked down to the ground, searching for the words to express what needed to be said. He sighed a few times, opening his mouth only to close it again. Sweat pearled on his smooth forehead. He was stressing the fuck out.
“Nigga, just tell me what the fuck is—”
Shawn leaned over and pressed his lips against Raheem’s. His tongue darted into Raheem’s mouth before he could even process what was going on. Their mouth’s locked, sucking and tasting one another. For a moment, Raheem got lost in the moment. It only encouraged Shawn to go further. He pressed his hand against Raheem’s tight abs and tried to run his fingers under the man’s shirt. Reality struck Raheem like lightening.
“Stop,” Raheem said, pulling away and grabbing Shawn’s hand. “Dude, you need to leave, right the fuck now.”
Shawn looked at Raheem with the most pitiful look in the world. If he had been a slightly weaker man he’d have burst into tears. Instead, he clenched his jaw and narrowed his gaze. He looked like he was about to say something but at the last moment decided to hold his tongue. Shawn hopped down from the bunk and left the cell without uttering a word.
Raheem pressed his face into his hand and blew out a heavy breath. He couldn’t believe he let himself get caught up in a kiss with another man. First it was Xavier when they swapped cum in each other’s mouths after their first encounter. Then Abdul and finally Gustavo. But the last one was done with a purpose in mind. Just like with Xavier and Abdul to a lesser extent. Raheem had never considered using Shawn for anything and saw no point in engaging in relations with the dude.
Fucking for some type of advantage or tangible gain was the only way Raheem had justified having relations with other men. Kissing was taking it a step too far. It implied a level of intimacy that he wasn’t willing to give to another man. It was something Raheem only did when he wanted to seal the deal, so to speak, on the move he was making on a mark. Still, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed feeling Shawn’s hard but soft lips on his.
What the fuck is this prison doing to me? Raheem asked himself. Got me considering that I might want to deal with a nigga just because it feels good.
Raheem hopped down from the bunk and began pacing in the cell. It was too late to ask not to be put in the cell with Shawn. His cell mate would likely be let go sometime that afternoon or evening. There wasn’t anything Raheem could do about it. On the bright side, he wouldn’t have a flaming queen waking him up every morning. He could deal with Shawn if he had to.
Finally, Raheem exited his cell and charged out into the common area. As always, he leaned over the metal rail on the tier and scanned the large space to survey what the day might bring. Some of the young Muslims stared up at him with evil intent dancing in their eyes. Gustavo shot him an evil look before being escorted to his job, cleaning the cells in solitary. It was the same shit, just a different day.
Raheem trotted down the stairs to go outside and run a game of basketball. It was early but he still wanted to get his juices flowing. Before he could even step outside, one of the Muslims blocked his path. The bull necked man was alone. It wasn’t like the Muslims to move solo.
“You going to move nigga?” Raheem asked, annoyed. “The fuck you want?”
“You’re the reason brother Abdu
l is dead,” the man accused. “You and your homosexual temptations sent him into a jealous rage.”
Raheem frowned. “I don’t know what you talking about, brother. If your boy was doing gay shit, I had no idea. Like I told the hacks, dude came at me with a shank. It was random as fuck. I ain’t had no problem with the dude.”
“I don’t believe you. I had put in a request to have him moved into my cell. So I could watch over him and make sure he was focused on his faith. But that guard he paid to sin with during the riot put him in a cell with you. Seems odd to me.”
“You need to ask that nigga,” Raheem retorted. “Why you fucking with me, Hulk? Aint it time for you to go pray or some shit?”
“My name is Karif,” the man replied. The expression on his face was like stone. “I blame you for what happened to Abdul. His death will not go unavenged.”
“Wasn’t you the one that beat him up a couple of weeks ago? Funny how you Muslims preach love and acceptance but will hurt your own when they don’t do what you say. No better than a street gang. You had Abdul’s face bruised and cut. He sat in solitary for almost a week because of you.”
“And he came out a day early and was put in a cell with you,” Karif countered. “Did you ask office Brown to put him in there or was he a gift? A play thing like the abomination in the cell with you now?”
“I aint got time for this bullshit. If you trying to throw down lets go. Aint no bitch in me.”
Karif looked down at Raheem’s clenched fists and smiled. It was the first time his expression changed during the heated exchange. “Not now. But soon. Turn to Allah before it is too late. Your sins will catch up with you and there will definitely be Hell to pay. A salaam alaikum, brother.”
Raheem watched the bulky man head back to his cohort of Muslim brothers. They didn’t say a word about Karif and Raheem’s encounter. In what seemed like a choreographed motion, the half dozen men took out their prayer blankets and repeated the religious chant Karif said. Raheem shook his head and headed outside.
Anxiety squeezed at Raheem’s chest. He was shook by the threats Karif had made. The Muslims weren’t to be trifled with, lest of all that bear of a man. Killing him wasn’t an option. Every Muslim in the prison would want to end Raheem’s life if the man suddenly died soon after their verbal sparring. It was the fastest way to get a target on his back.
Only a few guys were on the court playing a pickup game. Raheem spotted Shawn amongst the small group. As much as the young inmate needed to work the court, he couldn’t deal with Shawn. Dude was probably stuck in his feelings and the shit would not have ended well. Instead, Raheem went over to the weights and pumped some iron.
After he finished his second rep on the bench press and racked the bar, he sat up and saw June Bug, one of the few Triple Deuces still on the block, walking his way. Raheem clenched his jaw and let out a heavy breath. Today just wasn’t his day. For a moment, Raheem wished he had stayed in the cell. It seemed like he was the most popular man on the block. The young inmate loathed the thought. Popular niggas were usually the first to die in prison.
“Wassup nigga,” June Bug said. A cheesy grin covered his young face. Raheem sized the man up, trying not to stare at the thick bulge swinging in the front of his oranges. “What’s been going on with your ass?”
“I can’t call it man.” Raheem dapped up the boy and looked at him with obvious suspicion. “You good?”
“Shit, after Brady and Flip got taken out everything been crazy. They even shipped out some of my brothers. Got a nigga swinging in the wind and shit.”
“Yea, shit is crazy. Hope you keeping your head low, them Mexican motherfuckers still act like they out hunting niggas and shit.”
“Man, I see how that nigga, Gustavo, be looking at your ass. You need to watch your back. Everyone saying he’s the one that took out Brady and Flip. Saying the motherfucker took them both out all by himself. That motherfucker is crazy as shit.”
“You aint heard nothing about him thinking about coming after me, did you?” Raheem asked, playing along. “Last thing I need is a fucking target on my back. You know I don’t go hard like you niggas. I was just moving weight like I was told, feel me?”
“I know, nigga. But naw, I ain’t heard shit. Them Mexicans been low key these last couple days. Running all the drugs and shit. Aint but a handful of us left. They got Brady for that shit with Javier. But don’t worry, Twist will be back on the block soon. Shit bout to get real. Nigga told me to tell you to be ready.”
“Ready? You niggas is fucking wild. Why would ya’ll go after Gustavo? Fucking death wish. Ya’ll going to fuck around and get everyone killed.”
“You know that shit can’t go unchecked. If Twist don’t take care of business then the other Triple Deuces will take him out. We can’t act like no bitches when one of our lieutenants is cut down like a dog.”
“Man, you know I don’t want no part of that shit. Going to have me cut up like a slab of meat. I aint sign-up for this shit.”
June Bug’s face frowned up. “Motherfucker, you aint got no choice. Brady aint know about that shit with D-Rock. That old nigga was tight as fuck with Brady. If he knew what me and Twist did to free your ass, then we’d been cut down like some random niggas in the street. You owe Twist. Don’t forget that shit.”
“You make it sound like I aint pay ya’ll back when I took out that nigga Twist was beefing with. Tell Twist that I’m done. I killed for that nigga and got him the weight he wanted. Not my fault he got sloppy and had the guards on his ass.”
“Bet. Just be careful, nigga. Twist aint going to let the shit slide. You not the only one with guards doing shit in the background.”
June Bug stared Raheem down like he was Judas himself. The young prison gangster shoved his hands down his oranges and shook his head. He walked away without saying another word. Raheem looked down at his shaking hands and cursed under his breath. The Muslims and the Triple Deuces had him in their crosshairs.
It was time to make moves before more shit hit the fan. He went back to the block and chopped it up with an old guard that had a weakness for pills and coke. Raheem’s connect on the outside supplied the man whenever Raheem needed a favor. It was time to call in one of those favors and pay Gustavo a visit.
“The Triple Deuces coming for you,” Raheem said. He stood at the cell door of the room Gustavo was cleaning. “Twist going to be back on the block soon.”
“You should be more worried about that nigga than me.” Gustavo didn’t even look over his shoulder. He just kept scrubbing the blood off the wall. He wasn’t the least bit worried about Raheem’s presence. “When they find out about all the shady shit you’ve been doing, they going to gut your bitch ass.”
“You’re the one that killed Brady.”
“And when they find out that you were there and the one that wanted him dead, you’ll be six feet under just like them. Karma is a bitch, Raheem. But she is a fair motherfucker.”
“Shit, you right. That’s why I’m here. Time to pay up. Eye for an eye; tooth for a tooth. You know how that shit goes.”
Gustavo turned around. “What the fuck you want? Some ass? You really think that fucking me like some faggot is going to make everything better?”
“Who knows? Busting a nut in your ass will definitely make me feel better. I know all about how you wanted Javier dead. The Triple Deuces did you a favor. What deal did you make with that guard?”
“Xavier? Shit, I should ask your faggot ass the same thing. You two seem like old friends and shit. Close like a pair of fucking butt buddies. How long you think the shit between ya’ll two is going to last before someone starts asking questions?”
Raheem shrugged. “Long enough for me to take care of all the loose ends that need sewn up. You’re going to take this dick, do a job for me and I’m going to give you the cell phone that has the video of you letting a nasty sissy slob on your dick.”
Anger flared in Gustavo’s eyes. His biceps flexed and his face looked l
ike it would rip apart. He stared back at Raheem. The restraint in his grotesquely large muscles was obvious. He wanted to jump on Raheem and tear the boy apart limb by limb. Raheem smiled in spite of the bull like temper the man displayed.
“If you do anything stupid you know that the video will find its way in the hands of one of the Spanish Disciples. You’ll be dead before the sun goes down. So fix your face and bend that ass over. My dick is hard and ready.”
“What job you want?” Gustavo asked. He raised his head high and snarled. “I aint one of your fucking errand boys.”
“I’ll tell you all about it once I bust this nut up your Mexican guts. You ever took dick before?”
Gustavo ignored Raheem’s question. He clenched his jaw as he laced his thumbs in his waist band. Gustavo shoved his oranges down defiantly, displaying his thick, limp manhood without any shame. Death danced in his gaze before he turned around.
Raheem’s eyes bugged out when he saw the Latin man’s ass. He thought it would be nasty and hairy. Gustavo’s ass was a thing of pure beauty. It wasn’t too big or too small. His tan mounds were round and firm but not too muscular like the rest of his body. Raheem walked right up to the man and grabbed a pound of flesh.
Gustavo clenched his ass cheeks and said, “Do you your fucking business, nigga. Enjoy it while you still drawing breath.”
Raheem ignored the threat. He stroked his thick manhood while he ran his other hand over Gustavo’s beautiful ass. Heat radiated from the man’s buttocks. The warmth alone had the prison thug salivating. Eating ass was something Raheem’s girl had taught him. He’d lick her pussy lips and her clit before she pushed him down to her tight ass. The mental association lingered with the dope boy in prison. Munching on some ass seemed the right thing to do at the moment.
“That ass better be clean motherfucker,” Raheem warned.
Gustavo didn’t say a word. Raheem grinded his teeth. He stroked his dick, focusing on the head until a thick drop of precum pearled at the tip of his meat. He swiped it up with his thumb and quickly dragged the slick digit over Gustavo’s tight, smooth ass. Raheem could have sworn he heard the muscle head moan just a little bit.
