The Cut: A Prison Story

 “Tony, I know, I know, I promised not to pimp you. But I got something on the arm and the brotha wants to holla at you as payback.”

This was said so matter of fact that I almost asked him to come again. I knew better than to question Angelo, and I wanted to figure out who Angelo would be borrowing from and what would he be borrowing!

Instead of asking that, I said aloud. “I hope it ain’t that nigga Phil!”

That was the most I could mouthed without being punished. Phil was Angelo’s worst enemy. I was hoping this would fuck him enough to make me tell him what the deal was. He cut his eyes at me and said, “Nah, yo. This brotha ain’t even an inmate.” He smiled. That still didn’t tell me what he owed this nigga or what had gone down! Angelo observed my reaction to being kept in the dark. I could see it pleased him.

“Well, this nigga,” he continued. “He’s kinda sweet on you!”

I was really confused, but I held my peace and pretended to get excited knowing how this would fuck Angelo up.

“Go wash ya ass. When you get back, he’ll be here waiting for you.” He snapped almost angrily.

This was weird as shit! Angelo would never do something like that for just any reason.

I quickly showered. I hated myself being excited like this. Maybe it was the discomfort I saw in Angelo’s face, satisfied that this fucked with his psyche and how some other nigga was going to get at his bitch.

When I returned to the cell with nothing but a towel on everything I felt changed.

I remembered seeing this nigga before. The thought of having sex with him fucked me up!

“You’re one of the prison facility’s mechanics.” I said like he was scum beneath my shoe.

“Yeah,” he said looking at me in a way that almost made me look down.

We were both silent for a moment. I looked at him again. I couldn’t imagine that this man could be sweet on another man. He was dark; very dark. The whites of his eyes were almost jaundice. His hair was coarse, even though it was short it was easy to see how resistant it could be to any comb or brush that came anywhere near it. He was not handsome. Under other circumstances however, I could’ve seen an appeal.

But that was snatched away by the smell of gasoline and oil emanating from his skin and with hands stained black with grease and grime along with stripping the original dark blue from his coveralls. I could smell his manly scent suddenly, and it was strong; very strong. The sharp sweat odor of skipped bathing burned my nostrils.

Hi shoulders were broad. He looked well built, though he wasn’t thick and his narrow waist rounded out his appearance. He had on sneakers that looked just as filthy. I could only imagine the smell of his big feet!

“Can I call you, Tony.” He asked. He definitely wasn’t asking for my permission. His voice was deep with a hard gentleness to it.

“The name’s Antonio.” I snapped, trying not to give him any love. I was ticked. I was told to get clean for a man that didn’t even bother to clean up after putting in a request for me.

He sensed my resistance and looked at me a little different. His eyes stripped me and forced me bare. I looked away to avoid the inevitable.

“I’m 27,” he said satisfied now that I understood who was in control. “How old are you?”

“21.” I said still not bothering to look at him.

The facility mechanic stepped towards me and rubbed the side of my face with his filthy hands.

“Still as smooth as a baby’s bottom,” he said, but added. “Wait a couple of years.”

I turned my head this way and that trying to avoid looking at him and him caressing my face.

“Tony, I like you,” he said pulling me into a full embrace. “And I may never get another chance to hold you in this way. Feel your heartbeat next to mine.”

These words angered me. The only thing that came out was a grunt!

I really wanted to say to him, Don’t talk to me like a bitch! 

I knew better, of course.

I stopped trying to avoid his touches.

He expertly kissed and tickled my ear. And as much as I hated it, the tingling his hot tongue gave me was delicious.

I grunted.

Instinctively, I pulled away only to be pulled closer, and his face buried in my neck.

Without ever stopping, he backed us in the cot and pulled me down into his lap.

My heart skipped a beat. I felt this huge hard dick underneath me!

I grunted again. I tried to move, but he held me still as his lips and tongue closed onto my nipples. I gasped as my body gave into what my mind could not.

He gently bit into one of them. I had to fight another grunt from coming out. His free hand had already tucked its way behind my towel, and he was gently probing my shit. I tightened my hole to prevent entry, but his perpetual greased fingers slipped in.

Angelo fucked me every day and then some and had my shit wide open!

As his fingers slipped up in me my body spasmed. My dick got hard.

Suddenly, it dawned on me this nigga was stimulating me like a female and my body was responding to it.

I tried to pull away even harder. I was almost successful. He realized this and threw me onto the cot face down and quickly managed to lay on top of me. I struggled and squirmed but he was just bigger and stronger, and his grease and horrid smell acted as backup.

He stripped away the towel. I heard him unzip.

“No! Man! Please! Please don’t fuck me dry!”

Too late, I realized. He wasn’t going to take the chance of me getting away.

I screamed into the pillow as he tried to muscle his dick through my ass.

I was being torn in half!

Tears streamed down my face as he forced inch after inch into me. I thought I was going to faint again, but no such peace was to be mine. I knew the real pain would be when he started to pull out the first time.

His dick had to be about ten inches long and strong because I was totally full after it was all the way in!

Instead of fucking my brains out, he just laid on top of me, not moving. He started kissing the back of my neck. His breath hot and scorching. The manly scent was now intoxicating. I felt his ass in my protest. Its heat filling me through his dick. I groaned and relaxed letting him do what he came to do. I reached back again and grabbed his legs trying to pull him as far as he could go up in me.

The smell of oil and grease and grime merely inflamed my senses. The man-funk of his underarms stung my nose and his coarse pubic hairs sliced into my tender flesh.

In my passion, I could still feel his heartbeat against my back. It was beating faster and faster and faster.

“Tony,” he whispered in my ear like we were longtime lovers. “You feel so good!”

And with that his hot man juices shot into my ass. All I could feel was each spurt bubbling out of his dick into the back of my hungry hole. His body jerked once more and then a still silence.

As I showered, I thought about what just happened. The good thing was I didn’t know his name. So, forgetting him would be easy; very easy! And eventually so would the chapters of my prison stay as I assimilated back into society.