D'Kass Black Present Jail's Bait: Doin Da Time (Book 2)

“OWWW!”

I hit the pavement hard, da breath knocked outta me.

“Yo hol up!!!” Joop shouted then, callin a time out.

All our niccas that was playin ball wit us stopped runnin da court, while Joop ran over to where I had trippd an bust my azz after runnin a lay-up.  I felt wet pain on my knee, and lookin down it lookd real bad, but I knew dat the blood had just smeared more than it mighta when I fell.

Joop reached me, concern fillin his eyes.  “Yo Mar- u iight?” he asked.

Our boy Rah-rah came over to help Joop get me on my feet, helpin me to the bench over by the swings.  “Nigga, keep up da pace when you runnin court, or you gonna be changing places wit Joop in da hospital,” Rah-rah laffed as they helped me settle down.  “You been off yo game today- I know we aint played ball all tagether since before he got lockd up, but what da fuk- iz Joop makin you nervous or sumthin..?”

“Nicca I ain't nervous,” I shot back.  “I jus lost my foothold iz all.  Go get band-aids an stop analyzin a nicca’s game an shyt,” I pushd at Rah-rah.

He nodded, runnin to his car ta get the first aid kit he kept in his car trunk for his son.  “Lucky my son be gettin scraped all da time since he started baseball,” he yelled over his shoulder.  Rah-rah was like 22 but he had his son when he was 14, so he hadda do da daddy thing eery so often.

Joop had run over to da water fountain to wet his sweat towel and he ran bac over to me.  I was sittin wit my leg propped up on the bench, and it was stingin like whoa, makin me squint.  Joop sat next to me, all about to put the wet towel on my leg, then he suddenly changed his mind an handed it over.  I took it witout a word an pressed da cold rag to my knee.  It felt madd good, and the pain slowed down a lil bit.

I knew why ol dude aint hold da rag hisself.  We was in da street, an as far as anyone knew Joop an me was JUST boyz, an dat was dat.  We held ourselves like niccas supposed ta do outside, but if we had been in da house I knew he woulda took curr of me like I was china or sumthin… I saw him squeeze his fist, an I knew dat meant he was tryin madd hard to hold it back for our niccas on da court.

When eeryone saw that I was iight, they paired off and resumed the game.  While we waited for Rah-rah to get back Joop leaned over to me, makin sure no one could hear us.  “Yo why you fell like dat?  I know u got betta game den trippin on a lay-up… wassup baby..?  he whispered in a low voice.

“My mind wasn’t on da game,” I fessed up.  “I was worried bout you yo, you just gettin outta jail an outta da hospital- and instead of layin in bed you wanna cum run hoops an shyt.  I don’t want u gettin hurt an shyt yo…”

“I feel da same way bout YOU, nicca,” he whispered bac to me, “I'm sayin, I aint no invalid so stop treatin me like I'm gonna break..! Nawmean, prison aint break me, dat pistol whip you put on me aint break me- hurr me out,” he said, holdin up his hand to keep me from interruptin.  “Dat lil ass cut on my fohead iz almost faded nicca.  I'm iight, baby, I aint goin nowhere, an this is our first time out tagether since I came back home so I wanna enjoy it, but I can't if you gonna worry an stress to da point dat you hurt YOSELF, Mar.”

I knew he was rite, and I started relaxin some.

“So make dis deal wit me iight..?” he said, his eyes brite.

I nodded.  “Wassup?”

He gave me da cool-aid smile.  “After you get this band-aid (if Rah-rah ever get his punk-ass bac over hurr), we go play on opposite teams.  If yo team winz, you get ta… an he leaned over an whispered in my ear.

Jus him sayin whut he was sayin to me made my dick start to grow, an I smiled.  “BET!  Matter of fact, you get da same prize if yo team wins, so shake..!”

Smilin, we gave each other dapp.  I did feel better then, my worry bout Joop gettin bac to normal in da hood wit our niccas was runnin thru me, an jus like Joop, he put me in my place witout makin me feel like I overstepped.  I looked at him, noticing dat this was one mo thang bout him dat made him da love of my life.

Jus then Rah-rah ran up wit a box of band-aids.  “Yo my BADD… my son had used all ov da ones we had so I hadda run to da sto across da street.”

“Yo good lookin out,” I said as I grabbed a couple and started to put em on my knee, which had stopped bleedin but had dat open cut look to it.

“Yo hol up,” Rah-rah said, pushin a couple packets in my hand.  “Clean dat shyt first, you gonna get infected, you was on da ground an shyt,” he said, runnin back to da court.

I saw they were alcohol pads an I was like, “Awwww damn, I hate this shyt…”

“Nicca jus do it, remember we gotta get back to da court- we gotta bet goin,” Joop reminded me, an I bit down an put dat shyt on my cut.  It stung like black fire, but dat meant da wound was clean so I got over it.

After I band-aided my leg we went bac to the game then, an I got bac to runnin full court, thinkin all da time dat I had da best of everything.  My runnin bruh, my NICCA- was also my true heart, my Pops was cool wit it, they was over all dat other shyt, like real father and son now, and my pops even had his own thang goin on in his world too.  I hoped dat this cat dat Dad’s seein wasn’t gonna be no problem- all attitude-y and shyt when I hadda meet him.  Den again, I was wonderin- if they DID start sumthin serious like what I got wit Joop, what was gonna happen when we was all in da house together…?  I knew dat Joop aint get along good wit eeryone, it take him a lot for him to open up, so I hoped dat whoever dis was had sum patience, specially when it came to Joop…

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THE TRUTH WILL ALWAYS COME OUT IN THE END…  This adage ran through my mind over and over as I followed Joe's sleek black Sedan down I-520 towards Union Bay, and this off-road bed and breakfast over-looking the water he’d told me about previously.  He’d made reservations there for us long before my revelation that I was the one who he’d been obsessing over all these years.  I thought about taking him home with me, but reservations about this new relationship notwithstanding, I had no idea how to broach the subject that practically living in my house as my son’s lover, was HIS son.  All he knew of Malik was that this kid represented a threat to his getting closer to me.

Deep down I knew a part of him still believed that Malik still stood in the way of me committing fully to him.  Then there was the ‘L’ word- he actually said that to me right before I’d found the courage to tell him about Malik- which, of course, shut me right up.  I wasn’t sure if I had those sort of deep feelings for Joe yet- great sex does not a relationship make, and while my thoughts dwelled on Joe, it was more of a sexual connection than anything else.  I was honest enough to admit to myself that yes, I did have reservations about hooking up with Joe… but unlike what he believed, it was more about keeping Boochie’s secret than it was about me waiting for Malik; because truth be told, my relationship with my parolee now was more solid than it ever would have been had we continued to fuck.  Those intense feelings I began to have for him shifted from ‘lover’ to ‘father’, and now Malik is as much MY son in my heart as Lamar is, stemming from my position as his parole Officer/lawyer.  I’ve protected them both the same, I’ve fought for them the same, they equally mattered to me just as deeply, and I love them both.  I was incredibly happy that my son Lamar found happiness with the one person I’d completely approve of for him, female or male.

Yes, Malik had some anger issues, but so did Lamar- and as Lamar’s father and Malik’s surrogate father I would help them deal with those issues and show them how to be strong black men, as a father should.

We reached the small B&B.  Joe signaled to pull in behind him and he jumped out of his car, running into the building as I backed into the parking space.  After getting out, I finished locking up the car as Joe came back outside, holding a key.

“This, baby,” he said, flashing me the key and a bright smile, “is the beginning of our future…”

“Who’s cooking, ‘cause I can smell the CORN from here,” I laughed, shaking my head.

“You’re going to pay for that one,” Joe shot back, a sheepish grin etched on his features.  I followed him into a door on the side of the house, and up the back stairs.  The house was decorated in early American, a throwback to the colonial days; an excellent gimmick for the ‘kick-back-and-relax’ motif they were going for.

We reached our room and, entering, closed the door behind us.  The room was just as quaint as the rest of the house, with oil lamps, a large, four-poster bed, and wooden bed supports to boot.  The door closed, then suddenly Joe grabbed me, pulling me to him, his lips instantly on my neck, making my arms tingle as they wrapped around him.  I closed my eyes as he nibbled on my neck, softly at first, and then more intense, as if he wanted to break the skin and draw blood. I moaned loudly as we moved together to the bed, collapsing on it as one, Joe settling on top of me as he kept his lips, teeth and tongue on that spot on my neck he KNEW drove me crazy.  I started to give into the pleasure, but I knew I couldn’t take this farther with Joe until I told him the truth about Malik.

“Joe, wait,” I faintly murmured, weakly trying to push him off of me.  He broke off from his exploration of my neck and looked at me.

“Shut up,” he growled, going back to my neck with renewed passion.

“Bu-but…” I stammered, but his relentless attack on my neck relaxed my resolve.  There was enough time to tell him later on, I thought to myself, my reason giving way to lust.  He was just too good a master at his craft.  He looked up at me, the horny written all over his face.

“You hurry up and get them damn clothes off,” he whispered.  My hesitation caused him to begin pulling my clothes away from my body, the buttons popping on my shirt, and with a growl he dove into my chest, his tongue flicking on my nipples as he undid my belt and slid my slacks off, my eyes closed.  His warm mouth ran all over my chest, making me moan aloud again.  I suddenly felt the warmth of his body on me, and I opened my eyes again to see both of us completely naked, his large thick, veiny 11 inch dick throbbing as it rested against my own 9 inch pipe, which was brick hard.

Joe pulled me closer, his masc. scent of musk and a berry-smelling cologne filling my senses.  He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue and mine writhing and caressing each other with force.  He broke the kiss and roughly turned me over.  “I want that pussy from the back this time,” he growled.

I moaned again as he began to slide his tongue, all the way down my back to my ass, and started stroking my hairy ass lips with his entire mouth.  “AHHHHH,” I yelled out.  I wanted his dick to plunge into me, filling me over and over- but not today.  Today I wanted something else, but I had to mind-fuck him into doing it…

Just before he slid his swollen dick into me, I turned over.  “Baby, I want some of that dick first, lemme lick on it,” I whispered, kissing his ear, my stubbled chin grazing his cheek.

He moaned and then responded, “Hell yeah baby, we can drag this out…”

“Then lay down,” I smiled, sliding out from under him as he did as I required, settling down on his back, that thick dick sticking straight up into the air.  I lay between his legs and began licking and caressing his hairy, heavy, low-hanging balls with my tongue.  Joe stretched his legs wider, his toes turned up from the pleasure.

I slowly showed attention to that area under his balls, just above his ass crack.  He moaned and bucked up and down when I slid my tongue into that space right on the opening of his asshole, tickling it the way I used to tickle Claire’s pussy when I was about to ram my dick in without her realizing what was happening…

“Baby… lick that hole,” he moaned, his thick, well muscled legs stretching wider to give me more room.

In between licks I whispered, “You like that, baby..?”

“Yeah, nigga,” he moaned.

“You love me, nigga,” I whispered in a grunt.

“You know I do,” he breathed, his eyes closed.

“You remember how my ass was back then, nigga?  Back when you first saw it..?”  I asked, tonguing his asshole, wetting it up while I blindly reached into the overnight bag still on the bed- for my travel size jar of Vaseline.

“Yeah,” he said, thrashing against the memory.  “I wanted that ass SOOO BADDD, baby…”

“So you love my ass, nigga,” I said, slicking my dick up with the grease.

“Yeah, oh yeah,” he answered, eyes closed, in heaven…

“Enough to ….give me YOUR ASS…?”  I asked, suddenly grabbing his legs, jumping up and stabbing my dick into his ass before he had a chance to stop me.  It slid into his hole BANG! halfway to the hilt before he could react fast enough to clench up.

“YEEEOOOOOWWWW,” he yelped as I began to wear his ass out.  It was so WARM, so tight, it made my dick bone straight as I fucked him fast, non-stop.

“No, baby, stop, WAIT,” he yelled out, trying to claw away from me.

“Naw, nigga,” I yelled at him… “you love me, don’t you?”

“Yea babbbaabbbby,”he cried, struggling- “ahhh shiiiittttt…”

“You want my ass baby,” I said, slamming my thick ass dick into his ass, which was starting to clench up on me.

“Yeah, yeah, I ddddooo,” Joe stammered, his face contorted in pain.

“Then give up YOURS,” I said, grunting.  “You don’t believe that if I get with you, you’re getting away with doing all the fucking, are you..?”

“Nooo, ahhhh no baby, I-I-”

“Shut up and throw this ass on me.. remember how good my ass looked to you, while I was fucking Boochie… this is how I had her that day, like this…” and I ground my dick deep into his hole.  He cried out in lust as it suddenly opened up and my dick banged to the bottom of his ass like it was meant to be there.  His dick looked like a walking stick, it was so stiff.

“You know what,” I yelled out, grabbing his legs like a vice grip, “I BET why you remember my ass… it aint because you wanted it, I BET what you really wanted that day was to be where BOOCHIE was, on your back with me fucking you, TELL THE TRUTH!!!” I spat, slamming my dick in his ass, stretching his legs wider.  He bucked wildly, jumping all about the bed. 

“YEAAHHH, YEAHMMMMY NNNIGGGA,” Joe shook… “since that day I wanted you, ALWAYS wanted you… to FUCKKKK MEEEE… I-I n-n-n-ever wantttteedd nu-nuthin ssso-AAWWWWW SSSHHHIIIIIITTTT…!!!!!!” And out of his dick, without him touching it at all, large ropes of nutt flew- hitting me in the eyes, the face, my shoulders as he lost control.

That did it for me.  My dick rose to its stiffest level yet and then I was suddenly shouting, “YEEEAAHHH JJJOOOOEEEEE, BBBBABBBBYYY AWWW SHHHIIITTTT,” as I let loose with a large nutt, shots were filling up his guts, my dick letting loose over and over, that rush running through me again and again as I sloshed his ass with my nutt, causing it to spill out his asshole and run down his thighs to stain the sheets.  I quickly pulled out with a plop and then he grabbed my neck, pulling me down to him, holding me so tight I couldn’t catch my breath.

“I love you- love you- love you…” he breathed in between gasps.  “I-never-felt-felt so much-for-for-any-anyone…” he huffed and puffed.  “Pretty damn good move you made there,” baby, he grunted in my ear.

I smiled without reply.  Laying there in his arms, his nutt all over my face and neck, smelling the scent rising from his chest, it suddenly occurred to me that I’d smelled this particular scent before- of a berry type cologne mixed with fresh cum and a male scent.  “What kind of cologne are you wearing,” I asked, curious.

“Oh, something new,” he replied, apparently getting his breath back from being so winded, but it’s been out in the stores.  “I wanted to smell good for you, so the saleslady said that teenagers liked to wear it.  She called it “Joop.”

“Joop..?”  Suddenly, what I had pushed out of my mind earlier came rushing back to me with startling clarity, and I knew then it was now or never.  “Joe,” I rolled off of him and settled in beside his limp body.  I had to say something, or we could never have anything real between us.  “We’ve got to talk,” I said somberly, reaching for a paper towel to wipe my face.

He rolled his head my way, a sleepy yet curious question in his eyes.  Then he saw the look on my face.  “Okay,” he said, sobering up.  “What about..?”

I sighed, my eyes growing dark.  “About… Joop.”