Prison Politics

by Beast

Xavier eyed the eager boy. He was muscular, tall and thick. His ass was perky as all Hell. Xavier was sure that Raheem had parted Shawn’s cheeks like the Red Sea and blessed him with his dick. His gaze didn’t linger long. He shot Raheem a look, making clear that he didn’t want them both. Raheem shrugged, obviously not caring what Xavier wanted.

  “Let’s go, CO. You going to be eating into my rec.”

  Xavier shook his head and let the two men from the cell. He went to the command station and radioed for a guard to rotate in while he was getting all the things the men asked for. He stood at the Plexi glass door with both Raheem and Shawn. He fumed. Xavier had waited all weekend to have some time with his prison boy toy.

  Raheem and Shawn giggled like two little school girls the whole way to the supply room. Xavier grew more and more annoyed with each step. He wanted to knock Shawn upside his head so that the boy never woke up. Jealousy raged in his belly. When the two looked back and smiled it drove Xavier over the edge.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Xavier asked. “Feel like I’m babysitting a pair of fucking preschoolers. Stop with all that damn giggling. Ya’ll are grown ass me. Act like it.”

  The pair snickered and focused on the walk. Not a word was uttered until they finally reached the door to the supply closet. They stepped inside then went to the metal gate separating them from a small warehouse worth of basic necessities.

  Xavier pressed the list of items into Shawn’s chest and said, “You can get the first bin. They’re over there by the fire extinguisher. Fill it up with toilet paper. Just toilet paper.”

  Shawn looked from Xavier to Raheem. Confusion covered his young face as if he was mentally stuck. He only did as Xavier said once Raheem nodded for him to go. Xavier noted how trained the young inmate seemed already.

  “Obviously, you want to talk,” Raheem said once Shawn was out of earshot. “What’s on your mind, CO? Go ahead and put words to all those crazy ass thoughts running through your head.”

  “Everything is working out,” Xavier said, excitedly. “Officer Marco will be getting arrested any minute now. I don’t know how you got those drugs in his house but damn. And Bertram’s old ass is taking a leave of absence. You can let his wife go. I don’t think his tongue will be wagging to anyone.”

  “Happy shit is good on your end,” Raheem hissed. “The Muslims are hounding me over that shit with Abdul. They know all about Abdul paying to come fuck you during the riot. They think you the one that killed him.”

  Xavier grabbed Raheem by the shit and pressed him against the wall, “You motherfucker! You told them I killed Abdul?”

  Raheem pushed Xavier, hard. “What the fuck?! Why would I do that, hunh? Why you tripping? Cause I’m in a cell with that nigga,” Raheem asked, pointing in Shawn’s direction. “You need to calm the fuck down. Acting like a jealous little bitch right now.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do, inmate. Tell me what you said to the Muslims.”

  “Nothing! I was ready to throw down when they came at me. I aint said a word to them niggas. I would have been fucked up if Shawn and June Bug aint come to my cell and busted in on they ass.”

  “Why would June Bug do anything to help you?” Xavier asked. Really, he wanted to know if Shawn and him were fucking but Xavier knew he had to deal with June Bug first. “He’s a Triple Deuce. Last I heard they didn’t like you very much.”

  “Seems they don’t like you either, nigga. Motherfucking Twist is supposed to be coming out of solitary today. He wants you gone, just like the Muslims. You making more and more fucking enemies. Shit is getting dangerous to fuck with you.”

  “I’m not worried,” Xavier said smugly. “As long as I get what I want I’m fine. So how about you suck my dick right quick. Before your little butt buddy comes back.”

  “Bitch, you can suck mine. I’m not in the mood to have dick on my breath. Still trying to get rid of the taste of ass.” Raheem grinned and looked over his shoulder towards Shawn’s direction. He turned back to Xavier and smiled. “What the fuck you waiting for, nigga? Get on your knees and swallow this dick before I get mad and say fuck it.”

  Xavier’s jaw tensed. Unbridled lust fed off the contempt Xavier felt. Yet again his sexual wants were being stifled. Xavier wanted to be in control. He wanted to dictate what type of interaction would occur. He wanted to be the aggressor. He wanted to be doing the fucking.

  Raheem walked up to Xavier like a boss. His chest poked out and his dick swung heavy against his oranges. He placed his hand on Xavier’s shoulder and forced the man down to his knees. It didn’t take much effort. Xavier was eager even if he would never admit it.

  The submissive guard reached up and ran his fingers over Raheem’s waistband. Raheem smacked his hand away. The belligerent inmate yanked his growing manhood from its fabric prison and smacked Xavier across his face with it. He did it a second time for good measure.

  Raheem stroked his little soldier to full attention, gripped the back of Xavier’s head and shoved his dick as deeply down Xavier’s throat as possible. The guard gagged a few times but forced his throat to accommodate Raheem’s thickness. Xavier enjoyed every moment of servicing the inmate’s dick.

  “There you go, CO,” Raheem said, sounding out each syllable with each thrust. “Suck that dick like it’s the last time you’ll ever taste my shit. Cause it just might be.”

  Xavier closed his eyes and sucked the flesh off Raheem’s dick. He bobbed his head back and forth, slamming Raheem’s dick head against the wall of his throat. Spit foamed at his mouth. He didn’t care. He wanted every inch the thug inmate had to offer down his throat. Something very basic and instinctive pushed him to a savage place in his heart and mind.

  “Told you this bitch nigga sucked some good, fucking dick,” Raheem said. Xavier looked up and saw Shawn leering at the pair. He moved to stand up but Raheem’s grip was firm. “Naw, keep your ass right there where you belong. This party just getting started.”

  Xavier eyed Shawn as he nursed Raheem’s dick in his soft, wet mouth. His own dick had been on lump from tasting Raheem’s long, thick meat. The guard’s eyes went wide with lust when Shawn yanked his shirt over his beefy, young frame. Xavier hated to admit it but Shawn’s body was definitely on point. All that time on the jailhouse blacktop had paid off.

  “Shit,” Shawn hissed. “I aint had my dick sucked on like that in some years, dawg. I done forgot how good it feels to have a pair of lips kissing my shit.”

  “Whip that dick out,” Raheem said, casually. “I’m sure Officer Brown wouldn’t mind helping a brother out. I bet he’ll be happy to get you off after he sees what you’re little ass is packing.”

  Xavier slurped on Raheem’s dick with singular purpose but his ears perked up for the conversation that was obviously for his benefit. He looked up at Shawn and their eyes met. The boy looked down at the guard like he was a piece of meat. Xavier could only imagine what illicit thoughts raced through the young inmate’s perverted mind.

  Shawn stepped beside Raheem, shoulder to shoulder, and reached into his oranges. He took his time, first stroking his still clothed dick until it bulged teasingly against the fabric. Shawn kept his eyes glued on Xavier as he played the role of seducer. Finally, he pulled his waistband down and whipped his dick out.

  Xavier stopped mid-suck. He gawked at the heavy meat like it was some aberration. Shawn’s dick was just as big as Raheem but it was smoother, somehow more physically attractive, if a dick could be considered attractive. One thought ran through Xavier’s mind: Damn, he has a pretty fucking dick.

  “Why the fuck you just staring at it nigga? We all know that you want that dick in your mouth.” Raheem took Xavier’s head and shoved in towards Shawn’s groin. “Suck his dick.”

  Shawn gripped the base of his dick with one hand and aimed it towards Xavier’s mouth. He reached down with his other and held the guard by the chin as he rubbed the head over Xavier’s lips, wetting them with his precum. The inmate bit his bottom lip. He focused on
squeezing every drop of natural lube from his shaft to smear on Xavier’s lips like gloss.

  Xavier darted his tongue from his mouth, grazing the tip of Shawn’s beautiful dick. A soft moan was quickly followed by a horny giggle from the inmate. Xavier craved more than the tease Shawn offered. He didn’t simply want a taste. He wanted to feast. Xavier needed to devour the sexual tool set before him.

  With one swallow Shawn’s dick in all its glory was halfway down Xavier’s mouth. With the skill of a thousand dollar escort, Xavier sucked Shawn’s dick so the boy would never forget his lips. He swirled his tongue over the brim of the head each time he came up and slammed the fleshy back wall of his throat against Shawn’s dick each time he came down.

  “Goddamn, this nigga can suck a motherfucking dick!”

  Raheem looked down at Xavier. His chest heaved, seeing the man down on his knees sucking a prisoner’s dick like a slut in a back alley. That moment reminded Raheem that it didn’t matter if a man walked these walls in oranges or a uniform. Every man had his addiction and would always be a slave to getting his next fix. Raheem reached out and dragged his finger tips over Xavier’s ear ever so lightly.

  Confusion covered the guard’s face. Still, it didn’t stop him from sucking the color off Shawn’s dick. He eyed Raheem as the inmate slowly circled behind Shawn and eased down to his knees. Xavier couldn’t see Raheem but he was sure the man was face to face with Shawn’s plump, muscular ass. When the inmate’s dick jumped in his mouth and a moan laced with muffled curses slipped over his tongue, Xavier knew exactly what Raheem was doing. Once, he had felt that same pleasure.

  Shawn clenched his eyes shut. His pleasure receptors went crazy. Officer Brown was working his dick like it was a golden lollipop and Raheem poked and prodded at Shawn’s hole like he was giving him a physical but the kind that appeared on porn sites. His massive hands rested on both their heads, urging them to keep doing what they were doing.

  Raheem pried Shawn’s massive, muscular cheeks apart and forced his tongue as deeply inside the boy’s guts as possible. His nails burrowed into Shawn’s flesh, clawing to gain better access. Knowing that Xavier was on the other side, sucking Shawn’s pretty meat, wanting more, only spurred Raheem’s lustful madness.

  The three of them moved like a well oiled machine and Shawn was the cog that made everything turn round and round. Raheem would plunge his tongue through Shawn’s tightness and push him into Xavier’s waiting mouth. It was like clockwork until Raheem stood up.

  Shawn let out a sigh of relief. As pleasurable as having Raheem tongue fuck him, it was just as agonizing. The sheer overload of physical sensation so focused on one sensitive spot had the boy’s knees damn near buckling. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at Raheem. It surprised him when his cellmate not only lustily smiled back but leaned in for a deep, slow kiss, tongue and all.

  Raheem devoured Shawn’s mouth. He knew Xavier was watching. Wanting and wishing it was him instead of Shawn getting all the attention. Raheem dragged his finger tips down the small of Shawn’s back. He drew circles at the point where Shawn ass crack began. Slowly, he slipped his digits between the tasty mounds and found Shawn’s spit covered hole.

  Shawn let out a hearty groan when Raheem’s finger pushed inside of him. His dick strained against the roof of Xavier’s mouth. He leaned forward, gripped the guard by his shoulders, trying to take the second and then third finger in his hole like a man. His body only allowed Raheem such quick access because Xavier was countering the pain with the joys of his mouth and throat.

  “You want to feel this dick, baby?” Raheem asked. His voice was deep and harsh. It sent waves of anticipation up and down Shawn’s body. Xavier only felt a tinge of jealousy. “I want to feel those tight, juicy walls grip my dick while I stroke your ass until your whole fucking body goes numb. You think you can handle that shit? You already know how I get when I’m up in that booty.”

  A haze of desire clouded Shawn’s eyes. He nodded his head enthusiastically as he gripped Xavier by the shoulder and pushed his dick down the guard’s throat, gagging him. Shawn bit at his bottom lip when he felt Raheem graze his finger tip across his swollen prostate. He arched his ass towards Raheem and looked at the man over his shoulder.

  “Fuck me. Do it right now. Just fuck the shit out of this ass and you better not hold back.”

  Raheem’s nostrils flared. His heart slammed against his ribs. Raheem was lost in a daze of sexual hunger. He quickly snapped from the momentary lapse and spit on his dick over and over again until it was slimy and dripping wet. Raheem lined his stiff pole with Shawn’s hole and pressed forward. There was no easing in slowly. Gentle was no longer in his vocabulary.

  Shawn moaned out in pain as Raheem’s monster slicked its way into his bowels with little resistance. Thick inches impaled the young inmate’s hot hole as his hips smashed into Xavier’s face. The guard was still sucking like a pro while Raheem was laying the foundation for a mind blowing dick down.

  “Slow down, nigga. That shit is too fucking big to be shoving in like I aint got no damn walls. You trying to kill a nigga.”

  “Naw,” Raheem hummed. “I’m just trying to bust it wide open right quick. I want to feel that ass squeeze on my dick when you nut down that slut’s throat. I’m going to tell you right now, I’m not going to last long.” Raheem made his dick jump inside of Shawn. “Your ass got my shit throbbing. Go ahead and push back on this dick. Pull this nutt from my balls, nigga.”

  Shawn clenched his jaw shut and slowly moved his hips forward, pushing his dick deeper in Xavier’s hot mouth. Then, even more slowly, he pushed his ass back against Raheem, taking every inch of his cellmate’s dick this time. After a while, he caught a rhythm. Shawn fucked himself on Raheem’s dick and stroked Xavier’s mouth without restraint.

  There was no more pain. It had melted away into a constant throbbing of pleasure heating Shawn’s open hole. His hole swallowed and gushed for Raheem’s dick. Moments where Shawn thought he couldn’t take anymore, all he had to do was push back a little more and feel that dick press against his second hole, and all doubt was gone.

  Sounds of flesh smacking and sloppy dick sucking filled the large storage room. Shawn was the center of the action and he set the pace. The young inmate tempted climatic release over and over again. It was right there, in his reach but he couldn’t touch it.

  Raheem looked down at his dick disappearing and reappearing in and out of Shawn’s hole. His dick was slick with ass juices, precum and spit. The sight alone could make the man bust a nutt right then and there. But the visual wasn’t enough for Raheem. He liked being in control. The physical pleasure was an added bonus to the euphoric feeling that having complete domination offered.

  Raheem gripped Shawn by his sweaty hips and simply fucked the shit out of him. Orgasm came swift and hard. Raheem taking control was exactly what Shawn needed to cross the orgasmic threshold. His dick hardened and squirted watery shots of sweet nectar down Xavier’s abused throat. Raheem came at the same time. His cum dribbled from his dick and lightly coated Shawn’s walls. It was the third load Raheem had dropped in Shawn’s ass since they’d moved into a cell together. There may not have been much cum but the orgasm still felt amazing.

  Raheem pulled his cum and ass juice covered dick from Shawn’s flesh. He nudged his cellmate to the side and stood in front of Xavier. Part of him wanted to deny the guard the satisfaction of getting off but he couldn’t be that cruel. There was still something about the man that Raheem couldn’t knock.

  “Jack off while you clean my dick with your tongue,” Raheem said. He made his meat jump, bumping against Xavier’s chin. “I want my shit shining when you’re done.”

  Shawn stepped back and watched the guard slurp up the spit, cum and ass juices from Raheem’s still hard dick. His hand moved with instinct. He reached down, stroking his dick with carnal intent. What he was watching turn him on in ways he’d never experienced.

  Xavier beat his dick furiously, running hi
s tongue over Raheem’s pole. He tasted the rawness of illicit sex on the inmate’s dick. It stunk of ass and cum. Xavier tried to pace himself but a frenzy had taken control over him. Licking quickly turned to sucking. He came in his hands so fast that his body tightened to the point of pain.

  Raheem pulled his meat from Xavier’s oral grip and looked over at Shawn. “That’s three or four for you?” Shawn only smiled. He bit his bottom lip and squeezed the cum from his dick. “Go ahead and finish getting the shit so we can bounce. I need to play some ball before they lock us back down.”

  Shawn nodded. He tucked his manhood back in his oranges and went back to work. His gaze lingered on Xavier and Raheem. It was damn near impossible to pull his eyes away. Only when he was deep in the storage room did he stop watching the pair.

  “You owe me some ass,” Xavier said, plainly. “That shit was hot but you know what I want.”

  “Be patient, nigga.” Raheem fixed his clothes and shook his head. “Ol’ unappreciative ass. Imagine all the shit the three of us can get into. I would have thought you’d be happy to add a third wheel to this fucking train.”

  Xavier stood up, wiping cum from the corners of his mouth, and said, “I don’t trust that boy.”

  “You don’t trust him? Why? Because he got this dick instead of you? I’m not a piece of meat that you can toy with whenever you want. You not the only one that gets the dick. That shit should be clear by now.”

  “You still talking about sex. I’m talking about his ass stabbing you in the back. Did you stop and wonder why June Bug and his ass were so close?”

  Raheem frowned. “They not. I already told you what happened in the cell with the Muslims. June Bug followed behind Shawn because the nigga wants me to help him and Twist. Them niggas still want to go after Gustavo and the Spanish Disciples. Shit is a never ending fucking feud.”

  “That dude is playing you, Raheem. So is June Bug.”

  “How you figure? When shit was going down and I was about to get my face beat the fuck in because you killed Abdul them niggas was there. Throwing down like we all been boys for years. You weren’t there to help. They was.”