D’Kass Black Presents Jail’s Bait: Chains & Cuffs (Book 3)

EARLIER THAT EVENING…

The boys were only gone ten minutes before I was dressed and on the way to my car, mildly wondering if Lamar hadn’t taken the Lexus with him when he and Malik dashed out the door.  It was still there, so I figured they hadn’t gone too far.

So much the better, I smiled to myself as I got behind the wheel and backed out of the driveway.

I drove down the street and turned towards the direction of Clancy’s Bar, wondering what I was actually expecting to find when I got there.  This made me reflect very heavily on Joe- was I such an emotionally void with him that I saw pies in the sky anywhere else the wind shifted?  I mean, this Smith guy only asked to meet and have a drink together to break the ice at the office, he didn’t ask for dick; calm down, I berated myself.

I pulled into the parking lot at Clancy’s, feeling a strong need to tell Joe that we should talk.  Whatever the case, something had to change, and soon.

I went inside and saw someone who looked like they had a lawyer’s shift about them- a middle-aged, balding guy dressed in a dark suit with a loosened black tie, sitting at the other end of the bar.  He was looking nervously around while he nursed his drink.

‘Oh shit,’ I said to myself- so this is the one who’s going to help me get over Joe, huh..?  I shook my head ruefully, chastising myself for even going there in my mind- and then the sexy-assed voice I heard on the phone sounded right behind me:

“Mr. Clark..?  Dan?”

 

I turned around to see who had called me- and my knees turned to jelly.  Standing before me was a 6’2, light-skinned, phyoine ass man I’d ever seen, with the sexiest light brown eyes ever- that naturally complimented his flawless skin, with moustached-rimmed full lips, pink and moist, curving in a smile which revealed even, white teeth.  He was wearing a light colored, summer-cut suit and tie, that he looked fully relaxed in.

I saw that he had broad, muscle-bound shoulders, and a slim look to his physique- the kind of body that made girls wet their panties and straight men leak pre-cum without realizing why.  I could smell on him a mix of what was obviously his man-scent and what was unmistakably the fruit-smell of … of JOOP..!

It wafted through my nostrils, sending hot messages straight to my asshole, which grew moist instantly.  He stood just that much taller than me and my senses went reeling underneath.  On the surface, however, he caught me staring.

He smiled a half-smile; the kind of smile that reminded me of someone… whoever it was, they didn’t matter to me right now.  All I wanted was to KNOW this guy…  “You’re the one who called me? Mr. Smith?” I said, hoping against hope that this was who I came to meet.

“Yeah, I called you- I’m Trey Smith,” the incredibly sexy man replied.

Relief washed though me like a cascade of water.  This was Trey- not that boring guy at the counter.  I smiled too widely, the excitement probably all over my face.  Pleased to meet you, I said, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it, keeping back the wild passion that rushed though me from touching him.

***

We hit it off immediately, Trey and I- we sat at the back of the bar talking for what seemed like only minutes, and casually checking the time I realized with a shock that it was over an hour that we had spent getting to know one another.  I had told him about my divorce about Lamar (leaving out a few salient points, of course), and how the double-duty of parole Officer/ lawyer was beneficial in many ways with clients and inmates alike- especially for those who were one in the same.

 

Trey spoke little of his life- he was born into the foster care system and spent several years in and out of foster homes, until being adopted by the Smith family when he was 9 years old.  Before that he hadn’t done too well in school, but once he had a stable home with a family he grew to love, he excelled and was awarded a scholarship to Harvard Law right out of college.  The firm had been bargaining to get this guy for a while, and he finally accepted when he discovered what new and inventive steps we were taking to re-invent the law profession, combining with the parole board.

“And that’s why I decided to accept the job with WolfRam and Hart,” Trey was explaining as he downed his fourth shot glass of 151.  The firm seems cutting edge, and I wanted to be a part of that.”  He looked at me then, and hesitated.  “I … specifically asked to be partnered with you,” he admitted sheepishly.

My ass twitched so violently when he said that, I had to re-position myself in my chair.  “Okay,” I said evenly.  “Because I was the guinea pig in this pet project of WolfRam & Hart’s?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve been following your career in the firm for a while,” he said, a red tinge on his cheeks, his hands idly playing with the empty shot glass.  “I have to admit that I find you- I mean your work with the firm- fascinating.”  He suddenly put his glass down on the table and excused himself to the bathroom.  I watched him walk away; it seemed like he was holding his hands in a protective way- like he didn’t want anyone to see his crotch.

I sat there, stymied.  He had gotten hard talking to me..!  Prudence suggested that I wait patiently for him to fix himself and return to the table where we would make our goodbyes and go our separate ways… but since my dick had taken over my rationale I got up and headed for the restroom myself.

I opened the door and went inside, closing it behind me softly.  The semi-clean, dark-paneled restroom was small- only one urinal and one commode.  There was a lock on the inside in case others should try to enter when it was too crowded.  Trey was standing at the urinal, eyes closed.  He hadn’t noticed anyone else coming into the bathroom- and I could understand why.

All his attention was directed to his fist slipping back and forth over the hugest dick I had ever seen to date.  The mushroom head flared in a sexy curve, and the veiny shaft glistened with his spit and pre-cum.  It was thick and pretty; it stretched from where he was standing to almost touch the inside of the urinal.  The smell of dick rose throughout the small room, invading my nostrils and making me move towards Trey before I could stop myself.  In one motion I sank to my knees, grabbed his dickhead and put it in my mouth.  Trey’s eyes opened up in shock as I swallowed his thick dick down as far as I could go.

Trey choked out- “Yo-yo… oh, damn- no, stop… oh shit- Dan, we can't…” but then his sex instincts took over and he grabbed the back of my head, driving the rest of his dick down my throat.

 

My control over my gag reflex kicked in; I laid my head against his belt buckle as he began fucking my face HARD.  He was moaning as I slid my lips back and forth over his monster dick- “Dan, aww Danny… I want you so bad…”

He pulled me up from the floor and smashed his lips into mine, choking me again with his tongue. His powerful arms gripped me up tightly and pushed me against the wall as I submitted to his ferocious kiss- it was like falling into a Calgon bath… the room spun and the ongoing kiss slurped, caressed, gripped, and moaned as we pulled each other closer again and again, over and over-

The bathroom doorknob turned and we pulled away from each other quick as lightning. The balding guy from earlier had come inside- and stopped, seeing Trey at the urinal and me at the sink, washing his hands.  I exited the bathroom then and went back to the table, my hands shaking, my lips still tingling where Trey had just kissed the living shit out of me.

After seconds had passed, Trey sat back down at the table as well.  He and I just looked at one another for about a minute, saying nothing, regaining our composure.  Then he got up and went to pay the tab, and came back to the table.  “You wanna get outta here?” he said; “let’s take a drive.”

“Okay,” I said, realizing that I didn’t want to leave Trey for the night just yet.  I got up from the table and, realizing that this is the most excited I’ve been in a long time, hurried after him.

***

We drove for a while in silence, the soft sounds of R. Kelly's 12 PLAY coming from the stereo.  Trey handled my car like a seasoned pro, his scent and that Joop cologne wafting through my senses, making me crazy.  The events of the last half-hour ran back and forth through my mind, strangling me with its brutal reality.

How could I have been so sloppy, so careless..?

Was I so emotionally frustrated with my relationship with Joe that I would jump on the first good-looking dick that came across my path?  Was there something about Trey besides his sexy manner and humongous dick that appealed to me?  Or was that all there was to it…?

“You’re talkin a mile a minute over there, I can hardly hear myself think."

Trey’s deep, sexy ass voice had cut into my inner torture.  I looked over at him, the sight of his incredibly handsome and (strangely) familiar face made my blood rise like it never did with either Joe or Malik.  "I’m sorry I’m so quiet, I was just thinking."  I hesitated.  "Did we ever meet before..?"

He studied my face quietly; after a silence he shook his head.  "Nope, partna," he said.  "I would remember a sexy kat like you if I had seen you before."

I nodded absently, thinking to myself the very same thing about him.  I turned my face back towards the window, ashamed.  "I can't believe I just did that," I said finally.

"You mean, what went on in the bathroom at Rodi’s?" Trey said, a wicked twinkle in his voice.

"I’m serious, Trey," I went on, turning back to him; "don’t tease me right now.  What happened in the bathroom- that was totally inappropriate."  Trey had, by this time, found an off-road area for us to turn into.  The car slid to a stop under a stand of trees which fronted a dark mass of forest.  No one was around for miles, I was certain.

Trey shut the car off, the only light shining now that the car was off was the starlight which peeked in at us through the dark stand of trees; unusually bright for it just being stars out with no moon.  He looked at me.  "You didn’t do nuthin wrong, partna," he said with an amused look.

I rushed on, caught up in my shame.  "I didn’t know whether you were down like that or not, I just leapt up on you like a crazy-assed homo while you were at the urinal trying to mind your business and take a piss," I reprimanded myself.  "It’s not like you have a big-ol pink sign that reads ‘gay’ on your chest, I didn’t even take the time to ask-"

"Did you happen to NOTICE what I was doing at the urinal," Trey interrupted my self-flagellation.  "I wasn’t taking a piss, partna."

"W-Well, I stammered, I just saw that you had a very large, uhh-"

"I was tryin to get my dick to go down, is what I was doin," he said abruptly with a half-smile, the one that made my dick jump.  "At the table I was getting so turned on by you that I was tryin to jerk it off real quick before you saw me sitting at the table next to you while I had a hard-on," he smiled again.  "It’s not that easy to hide once it wakes up, you see."

“I have to admit that I did notice that much…" I started to say- and then what he just said hit home to me like a ton of bricks.  "Did you just say that- that I was making you hard at the table?  Was I saying something..?"

He smiled that dammed half-smile again.  "No, you were just being you, relaxed and easy-going.  You are incredibly sexy," he said, leaning over towards me, his full, soft-pink lips shining in the moonlight.  "And you made me feel like we’ve known each other for years.  I know it’s a flaky thing to say-"

"No," I breathed back, feeling him move nearer to me, closer- "it’s not flaky at all.  I feel the same way."

"Oh, good," he murmured, his arms reaching out for mine.   "I just felt that I had to have you, right then and there, and I didn’t wanna stop either."

And before I could get another word out he gently leaned in and caressed my lips with his own.  My heart was going a mile a minute.  A shiver of sexual current glided through me and struck right in my balls and asshole, which twitched so violently I pulled back from his warm mouth.  "What’s wrong," he asked, sensing my hesitation.

"I... can't do this," I said to him, shaking my head and leaning back.  "I just can't."

He looked at me a moment, and then leaned back in his seat.  "So how long have you been with your lover," he asked out-right.

I looked over at him, startled- then realized that it must have been obvious.  "Almost a year," I said feebly.  "He’s a good man, does and says all the right things, and makes me happy."

"Then why’d you attack my dick in the bathroom like a starving man, then?" he asked knowingly.

"I-I-" I started to respond and then stopped.  He had me dead to rights, but damned if I was going to let him know that- of all the egotistical…

"Obviously, and no disrespect to him- but your lover doesn’t do anything for you- emotionally, that is," he correctly interpreted my situation.

"Wait a minute," I began heatedly.  "You don’t know anything about my situation."

"Well, let me see, I think I can figure it out…" he said, fixing me with a penetrating stare that silenced my continuing protests.  "You dream day after day for him to matter to you, but he doesn’t, no matter how good he treats you.  Sexually he helps you get a nutt, but you don’t blow off like you know you could, like you know you wish he could make you.  Am I right?"

He moved closer, his glittering eyes dancing with inner fire, taking my breath from me.  "I know I'm right, you don’t have to say it aloud.  It’s all on the surface, your perfect 'arrangement'," he was saying with dark confidence.  He leaned over his seat towards me, his brown eyes still glittering in the starlight... I was easily caught in their way of drawing you into them and getting lost in their sexiness…

"You don’t feel anything inside for him- no fire, no passion- he’s safe to you, comfortable, complacent.

 

I began to breathe faster, his words striking every part of my body, as it yearned for his touch like wildfire.

"You want someone who’s not safe.  You want someone who’ll make you submit," he said as he reached out and pulled me to him.  "You don’t want a 'lover', you want a NIGGA," he breathed low and deep in my ear, his sexy voice sending my asshole tingling shots again like it was just stung by a wasp.

"You want that nigga that will toss you around on the bed and rape you like a jailhouse shower scene and you’ll know it was the best lovemaking of your life.  You want a nigga to take you out and treat you like the man you are, buy you the best of everything, play cards with, go camping with, and grind your ass like it belongs to him and him alone all night, EVERY night.

“You want to look at your nigga and know he frustrates the SHIT out of you, the same nigga that you regret, that same nigga like you’ve never met- that’s the nigga that’ll make your heart beat fast, make your blood boil over whenever he comes into a room, partna- that’s what you want, aint it?" he growled in my ear, nibbling the lobe and causing my already too-hardened dick to jump-stream pre-cum in my slacks.

My breathing was ragged and harsh by this time and I was surprised to find tears standing in the corner of my eyes; my resolve was slipping away as he grabbed my face and looked at me, his scent turning me on like no one ever had in my whole LIFE.

"Say it, partna," he whispered, his lips pink and moist from biting on my earlobe, his breath cinnamon and spiced Corona- I was going out of my mind.  "AINT THAT WHAT YOU NEED, PARTNA?"

"Y-Y-Yes," I gasped in between breaths as the last of my resolve (and my loyalty to Joe) broke.  "P-P-Please, I need that so much…" A lone tear broke free and slid down my cheek in my frustration.

He answered by pressing his lips on mine again, his mouth parting my lips open and his tongue sliding into my open, hungry mouth.  I gulped for air, becoming dizzy as Trey pulled me out of my seat and over his, our lips and tongues gnashing as we clawed at each other together in a blend of masculine heat.

I had experienced intense sex with Joe, but this was like nothing I had ever prepared for.  With Joe it was just sex, with Trey it was- it was lovemaking at its most primal core.  With each caressed sexy masculine kiss I FELT Trey enter my head- enter my mind.  It was like emotionally being slowly eaten alive, I was losing myself in this intense passion that I gobbled up like a starving, drowning man- at the same time feeling- finally, FEELING- more alive than I had felt since forever.

One of his arms slid down my back as the other arm lowered the car seat, giving us more room.  He finally found his way underneath my slacks to grasp my plump, hairy ass-cheeks, his finger finding my crack and pushing its way inside.

My hole clenched up like a vice, and I moaned aloud.  "I wanna make you mine tonight, partna," he said in between caressing my tongue with his and biting it with his front teeth.  "You aint going back to that 'man'," he said, sliding me over his body with little effort; "he ain't nigga enough for you."

I tried to protest, I couldn’t just leave Joe like that- but my body betrayed me, and I knew that in my heart I’d already left him the moment I first met Trey…

Trey managed to not only get his trousers and boxers down to his feet but also to work my slacks down to my ankles and lifted one leg free of the restraining cloth.  Naked from the waist down, I straddled him and felt his massive dick stretching the length of my legs, sticking all the way out behind me.  It was like resting on a small log as we melded into that long-lasting kiss that sent spurts of current up and down my spine.

Trey’s dick was getting thicker and longer, it started throbbing against the underside of my nuttsack, right up against my back door.  Removing his finger from my hole he reached in between our lips and wet his fingers on our combined spit.  I could taste my ass juices on his finger.  "MMMmmmmm," he murmured as between us we licked his fingers off, making them nice and wet.  "Yeah partna," he said, grabbing me afresh; "you takin this dick right now, fuck everything else."

I couldn’t think, his voice, his lips and his man-handling made me weak in the knees.  I raised up so that he could get at his massive, throbbing juicy big dick.  He grabbed it, stroked the huge mushroom tip wet with our spit, and suddenly I felt like my whole body was being opened up from the inside.

Goddamn, his dick was HUGE.

I was so turned on my body was opening before him; it actually felt like my organs were moving out of the way to make room for the dick of Death… and all the while he was whispering in my ear- "...yeah partna, take this big ass dick baby, awww damn… yeah you gonna take all this dick- shyt its already half in you, partna; cummere, lemme get sum more up in there baby-boy… shhhhh.... ahhhh yeah, yeah nigga," and on and on he murmured in my ear, my senses were driving wild with desire.  My hole twitched and this intense look of pleasure spread across Trey’s face.

"Aww baby shyt, you gonna make me nutt too quick," he said, panting.  "Dont do that no more," he pleaded, still inching his dick more and more into my aching ass.

"Ahhh- how big is this dick," I gasped, too wound up to say anything else.

"About 12.5 inches," he grunted, pushing in steady. 

"DAYUM," I moaned, and as if on cue my asshole opened up wider when I heard how much wa trying to get up in me; it slid in a couple more inches then.  By now Trey's big ass dick felt like it was in my stomach and going up past my lungs.

I had never had a dick that big in my asshole before- the idea of it was making me crazy.  All of a sudden I felt his bushy nutts up against my back door.  I had him all the way inside me now.  We stopped for a moment to get my ass adjusted to such a length.  He was looking at me with astonishment.

"No one’s ever taken all of it on the first try," he said in wonder.  "Damn, we was meant to do this," he smiled with crazed lust.

"Hell yeah," I panted back, and I felt his dick tickling my ribcage from the inside.  That feeling drove me crazy- I started to squeeze my muscles closed around his throbbing monster dick.

"DAYUM, PARNTA!!!"

He screamed, and gabbed my waist and started ramming his dick up in me while I rode him like a rodeo- I rose up and down on his lap, clenching and unclenching my ass around his dick that thrust up in me up and down, in and out- Trey moaned again and threw his head on the back of the seat as his throbbing dick was hitting all my insides and sending my dick endless shivers of heat.  It rose stiffer than I ever saw it in my life, my 9-inch looked like it was almost 10 inches now- and it started tapping against Trey’s chest in time to the thrusts, hitting his pecs like a brick over and over… low, masculine horny moans began to echo back from the surrounding trees, and if anyone was out there they would know two men were wrestling each other in the most guttural love-making two men could make.  Loud squishing noises filled the car as my asshole got so wet from sweat and ass man-juice for that thrusting dick, it dripped like a hairy pussy.  This drove Trey crazy because he started thrusting that hard, juicy big light brown sweaty dick harder than he had before, long-dicking me at top speed, his hairy, heavy golf-sized balls smashing against my hole over and over, taking us both to the brink- my head was banging against the top of the car, the car began to shake, the smell os Trey’s dick and my ass juice combined with Joop cologne and mixed in my nostrils, making me woozy and on fire… sweat poured off my face and chest and fell like rain on Trey’s chest as he pistoned me over and over, and my dick was slick from sliding in between our moistened chests.  It felt so good that I was close, about to-

My orgasm hit me with something akin to pain.  I suddenly blew, my dick spraying gobs of my hot nutt over Trey- his face, his chest, his sexy muscle arms-

"FUCKMEMU THAFUCKAGOT DAYUMDICK MENIGGA!!!!" I yelled, the force of the nutt washing through me again and again as my swollen-as-rock dick shot off into the air as I rode his long thick ass dick, feeling my hole slide up and down its length.  It hit Trey in the face, drippin off his chin like milk.  Wave after wave of pleasure shot through me and I got real dizzy and I clamped down on his dick with my ass muscles in reflex.

Trey lost control then.

"AWWSHYYTTNIGGGA, AHAHHAAAEEEAAAH TAKKYYYNUUUTTT PARRRTTTNNNNN AAAAAAHH," he yelled as the squishing noise  in my asshole got more pronounced, his heavy warm cum filling inside me, some of it spilling down his already wet dick and splashing on our inner thighs.  He shook all over with spasms, his big black monster thick ass dick shuddering as he spit creamy nutt-juice over and over, his arms grabbing me up in a vice grip I couldn’t get out of even if I wanted to- which I didn’t, I wanted to stay locked together in this car on top of Trey’s thighs forever…

"…and that-that’s what you need, p-partna," he was panting, whispering low then in my ear, my nutt drippin off his goatee, his arms softly caressing my lower back- “a NIGGA… a nigga like ME.”

I got dizzy again then, so dizzy that just then everything went black.