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

I lay up in da bed waitin on Mar ta bring bac dinner, my favrit, beef an brokli wit pok-fryd rice, from da Chinese niccas an shyt. I wuz clikkin da remote ta find ESPN or da NBA channl,  tryin ta find out da latest on da ACC turnament.  I wuz hopin Duke would knock dat shyt outta da box, so I flikkd thru channelz lookin fa newz, stoppin on BET, saw dat new video wit Beyonce wuz on, an I watchd her shake dat phat azz all over da screen… when she bent ovr my dick jumpd in my boxerz… I grabbd my low hairy juicy azz nuttz, knowin dat if I had dat beyyach I would BANG dat pussy til it fell out, fuk a ‘Hova’…

I pulld down dem drawz an lay bac, strokin my thik dick, til it grew to its full 10.5 lenf… “Werd WERD, I’d KILL dat azz,” I said ta myself, pullin on my nuttz wit one hand an wettin my other hand on my tongue, den puttin it on my lil man head an twistin round.  Awww yeah dat shyt wuz feelin madd good.

The door opend den an Mar came in.  “Got-damn, ‘course Beyonce gotta be on tv,” he grinnd at me, puttin down dat good azz smellin bag a food an cumin ovr ta take my handz off what I wuz doin.  “Yo, lemme do dat,” he whisprd at me, leanin down an swallowin my dick in his mouf down to da base like whoa…!  Dat shyt made me jump an moan az he got rite in dat groove, slidin his pretty azz lips up an down my dick to da full den bak to da base.

“Nicca damn, awww baby yeaaaahhh,” I was moanin.  I couldn’t take dat feelin, dat dizzy rush dat ran thru me when he traced his tongue on da bac of my dick while he strokd it wit his pretty azz pink lips, up an down, bac an forth, dat strong an soft pull on my dick.  He lay down in between my legz an I grabbd his head, pushin him down on my dick mo better.  If dis iz how he gonna treat a nicca cumin home from da hospital den lemme get a fracture or sum, get back up in dere…

Mar spit wuz runnin down my thighs to da bed from all his sukkin an slurpin.  I saw Mar was gettin his own pantz off an shyt, an I let up for him to get butt azz from da waist down.  He stayed like a troopr on my dick tho, an I lookd over his shoulder an saw Beyonce show da azz a lil mo, an I jus grabbd my nicca an twistd him down on da bed under me, he was on his stomach wit dat pretty round tite hairy nicca azz, his dark lil hole winkin at me like it was sayin ‘cumm on in…’

I bent ovr an likkd da sidez of dem smoove muscle cheekz wit my tongue, smellin dat warm moist scent cumin from it, like fresh soap an shyt.  Dat made me smile, I like when my nicca keep dat shyt clean.  ‘He ALWAYZ ready for a nicca, dats wassup,’ I was thinkin as I suddenly stabbd my tongue in dat dark hole an Mar jumpd, wrigglin round on da bed, he couldn’t take it neither…

He moand and yelld out, “Ahh baby, yeah my nigga, aaahhh Jooooppp…”

Dammmm- dat azz tasted like cinnamon an shyt, I hadda have my dick up in dat NOW.

I got in between dem sexy ass muscle legs and pushd my dick in dat azzhole I made wet wit my spit.  I slid dick up in him in like it was goin home, an Mar azz was swallowin it up like I was stikkin my dick in a warm tub of butter.  Just den Mar clenchd up an dem wallz got real strong on me, but I was far inside by den, but only halfway.

I tried ta push all da way up like whoa- an Mar backd down.  “Nigga be easy,” he said, strainin.

I leand ovr, my armz wrappd round his waist, den I pressd my chest against his bac, kissin on it.  “Yo Mar, I wanna give u dis dick yo,” I said low in his ear.  “Lemme inside u my nicca, lemme in, I love you sunn…” an I brushd my lips on his neck.

“Got-damn,” Mar breathd out real low-like, “I …love u too my nigga,” an when he said dat my dick slid all da way in, no pressur or nuthin.

“Damn… got-DAYUM its like dat,” I askd.

“Awww damn baby,” Mar groand, “I love u my nigga, my ass belong to u yo…” an he backd up den, my dick slammin bac to da base, up in him till my nuttz hung rite on top of his own an shyt.

“NICCA DATS WASSUP,”I said, grabbin his waist an slammin my dick up in his gutz like I aint had it in 6 monthz an shyt.

“AAAAAHHH, AHHHH, J-J-JJJOOOPP,”he was stutterin as I pushed him to da bed an had his legs bent bac out da way, gettin deep in dat warm almond choclit azz.  I knew he was hurtin, but… I hadda put sum dick on him den, eerytime wit Mar iz like brand new ta me an shyt, I hadda do dis… I got buc-wile on Mar, banged da azz out- it drove Mar crayyyzy, he was tryin ta grab on my neck, my handz, reaching round to grab hold of my azz, pushin me deeper.  I buckd and ground my phat thick azz big dick into him like we both wanted an shyt.

Mar was fillin my head, my thoughts an shyt- da bed creakd like it was bout ta fall over an shyt from how hard I was fukkin my nicca.  I ain't curr if da shyt broke an fell out da window tho, I was givin MY nicca dis nutt today.  My nuttz banged out like a drum on da back of his nutts az I slid back an forth in dat hole, dem ass lips stretched in an out an dem wallz grippd up my dick an was massagin it wit its own musclez an shyt, sqeezin it to da point, I was bout ta pop.  Dat feelin of da hairy hole wit da warm wetness grabbin my dick like a wet hot fist, strokin it back an forth, in an out…

Mar stiffnd up, clenchd his azz cheekz on my whole dick an I lost control.  My dick just splashd off in his hot deep azz… “AWWWW DAAYYYYUMMM MARRR, ahhh, ahhhhh,” I growled as I bussd off, my nuttz churnin mo an mo nutt in like six or seven large ass shots, oozing out my dick like globz of thick ass warm glue, mixin wit Mar's ass juice, an a loud squishin sound filld da room.  He reachd dat point den.

“DAYUUMM , AHHH JOOOOP, FUUUUCCCKK ME NIGGAAAA, BAAABBBYYYY…” he hollrd an began to buck bac an forth on da bed under me an shyt, and dats when da bed broke down, we fell to da flo wit a loud CRACK!!!  We was still caught up in da afta-nutt haze to da point we aint even curr dat we wuz lyin on da flo wit a broke down bed.

Mar was snifflin under me, an I rolld off him, dere was this squishy POP when my dick pulld outta his azz, an nutt leakd outta dat open hairy hole, drippin like a whit rain an shyt.  My shyt was still leakin nutt all over da place, but I aint curr bout dat.  “Yo- u iight?” I askd, cursin myself out for hurtin him for real.

“Naw, yo- it’s good,” he rolld over an said, his eyes fulla tearz an shyt.

“Yo u aint hurt?”  “Naw yo, dats not it,” he said.  “What is, Mar?”  I pulld him close to me, our bodies was still wet wit sweat, we wuz both smellin like nutt an ass juice.

“It-it aint nuthin,” he tried ta say.

“Nicca, tell me or you gonna really have a reason for cryin,” I thretnd him.

“Iight- iight,” he said.  He lookd at me, and tearz was on his cheekz now.  “I was only feelin how much I love you, Joop.”

When he said dat I almost teard up.  “Nicca, what u cryin fa den?”  I askd him, pullin him closer.

“I tol u it wasn’t nuthin yo,” he said.  “I …keep thinkin bout how I jus got thru puttin u in da hospital ova nuthin an shyt.  I thought u was gonna leave me and I couldn’t have dat yo, I wasn’t losin u to my pops.”

“I thought we wuz ova all dat,” I said, frownin.  “Forget bout dat shyt, Mar.”

“Iight, Joop, I feel you; but it was my fault dat you was almost shot an shyt.  I woulda went into a monestary and shyt if I had lost you.”

“Well you aint lose me nicca, so jus cum hurr.”

He lay his head on my shoulder an shyt, an we just lay there thinkin bout how much we aint wanna be nowhere else or wit no one else, fa no got-damn reason.  “Yo we gotta get dis bed off da flo befo yo pops get home,” I said to Mar after like a half hour of us jus layin there butt-azz, sticky an shyt now, holdin each otha.  “Where he go to anyway?”

“Yo I think he went up ta da prison ta meet up wit da warden, he DO work there now,” Mar said.

My eyez got dark.  I knew dat Mar ain't know all of what I knew bout Warden Hill, bout how he blacmaild Officer Dan inta givin up da azz to protect me an shyt, an da blood rushd to my head.  Officer Dan wuz mo than a nicca who lookd out fo me, he wuz like a real father ta me an shyt, mo then I ever knew befo.

Layin there on da broke-down bed holdin a sleepy-azz Mar, I swore ta myself dat when I met up wit Warden Hill next, he’d find out what price he wuz owed ta pay for usin my freedom, threatnin ta keep me from Mar, just ta get sum azz.  I’d treat dat punk azz nicca Warden Hill da same way I’m gonna treat my punk azz real father, if I ever get a chance to meet dat mofucka, dat iz.

I raised my finger an thumb, pointin it at both dem niccas’ imaginary faces.  “POW-POW.”

“What was dat… u said,” Mar murmerd, fallin asleep in my armz.

“Nuthin, baby.”

“…What are you telling me, Dan..?”

I was sitting in the Warden’s office, where Joe had half-risen out of his desk chair, a look of stark shock on his face.  I swallowed once more, wondering if this was the best recourse.  Maybe I should just tell him that I lied, and just stay out of it…

“But how could you know?” he asked then, half-yelling.

“It- it’s just that I know, because…” I hesitated.

“Dan!”  He slammed his hands down on the desk, making me jump.

I stared at him with trepidation, swallowed again, and repeated my last statement.

Upon hearing the words again, he slowly sat back in his chair, shock still reflected in his eyes.   He sat there, staring at me.  “Well, goddamn, aint it a small world,” he remarked, a grimace on his face.  “You went to school with my old girlfriend, Regine Warrington.  I’ll be goddamned,” he exclaimed again.  “When did you run into her?”

“Day before yesterday, actually,” I replied.  “She mentioned that she’d heard an old boyfriend of hers from the hood she grew up in actually worked here, and when I asked her if she knew you, well, it just fell into place then,” I finished lamely. I knew that I hadn’t finished telling him everything just yet, about how the old girlfriend in question was in reality his baby’s mother.  How could I tell him the rest of it now…?

Meanwhile, Joe was reminiscing about their short-lived relationship.  “I was in my early twenties, I had a lot on my mind then, and having a girlfriend wasn’t in the cards for me,” he said, his eyes glazed over with a far-away look.  “Law school was the main thing on my mind then- so I left the west coast for New York after getting accepted into John Jay, and forgot all about her…”

He sighed.  “It’s funny, but right around that time I started getting into dudes then, too,” he added.  “Let me tell you what happened to get that started.  I was 23 and already dating Regine, who had just graduated high school…

 

I met Regine right after she graduated from high school.  I was a senior at Washington State U at the time, majoring in criminal law.  She was a pretty little thing for a 17 year old, all sexy and ‘sho-you-rite’...  We went out for drinks, and even though I was 6 years older than her, she was interested in getting with me.  I was what you would call a catch, all of 6’4 and I had started going to my heatlh spa, so I was developing muscles, which looked real impressive on someone my height.  I also knew that I had never known what it was like to meet the one woman that could turn me completely on.  My oversized dick, although it was an impressive length, had never once been at full strength.

 

Doctors told me that this would happen since it was so long, blood wouldn’t always be able to fill all the cavities when I was aroused, and they advised me not to worry about erectile dysfunction.   I knew that there had to be a girl out there that could make me so horny that my dick would rise to the ‘full monty’, so I kept looking.  After messing around with Regine, I thought I had settled on a near-perfect match, because what she did to my dick late at night had it harder than it had ever been before, not to the full extent, but certainly satisfying.  I made her my girl and we began having hot sex for a couple years.  I knew she wasn’t completely satisfied with me either, there was something about her eyes that suggested there was someone from her past, but I didn’t pursue it.  As long as I got my dick to perform, that was all that mattered to me.  I applied to John Jay Criminal College in New York after I graduated from WSU, and I got the acceptance call one afternoon while I was at my temp job.  I left work early and drove straight over to Regine’s house, because I wanted to share the good news with her.  She lived on the first floor of a project building, so I parked and ran straight to her window to yell out the surprise.  Imagine my surprise when I got up close to her window and heard moaning noises coming from her bedroom window...

 

Her parents were out of town visiting, so she had given me the spare key, to let myself in when I came over after work.  Obviously she’d assumed, me being the workaholic I am, that I would stay until the end of my shift, which would give her plenty of time to clean up and get ready for me.

 

I crept inside as quietly as possible.  Her bedroom door was cracked open, and the bed creaks and the moans of two people told me all I wanted to know.  I wanted to catch her at it, make her face up to what she was doing.  Righteous indignation rushed through me, and I stole over to the half-open door.  Slowly I opened it wide enough… to see her sprawled naked on the bed, and there was some nigga on top of her, grinding what looked like a large dick into her open, dripping pussy- pussy that she claimed was mine and only mine.

 

A large anger rose up in me, but for some reason I couldn’t leave or turn away from the scene being played out right in front of me.  He had his back to me, and since he was positioned over her, steadily fucking the pussy, I knew neither one of them had no idea anyone else was watching.  All I could see was this nigga’s tight, firm ass raise up and down, the hairy asshole winking at me the whole time.

 

It was a few minutes, me standing there watching this, before I realized that I was caught up watching this nigga’s ASS, more than anything else that was going on.  I was mesmerized by the sight of his ass doing this dance for me, it seemed…

 

 It bounced up and down like twin globes of melon, yet the asshole looked as soft as butter, spread wide and puckered as he kept up the pace.  THAT made me forget that I was supposed to be upset.  My dick suddenly grew stiffer than I had ever known it to get, which surprised me even further.  She cried out to him again, and he moaned in response, his ass grinding, the hole winking at me.

 

Without realizing it my dick was already out of my pants and in my hand, stroking to his groove.  ‘Yeah nigga, damn… that ass, that ASS,’ I was thinking as I ran one hand all over my throbbing, thick dick, the other cupping my heavy balls.  Like I never wanted anything more, I wanted to put my dick in that ass- HIS ass- and smash it to a pulp.  I didn’t even know what he looked like from the front, but I didn’t care.  At one point I almost spoke up to ask Regine to leave the room so he and I could be alone…

 

 My dick grew larger, stiff as a stone at its full 11 inches, my hand running up and down the length of it like I was possessed.  I had to stop myself before I ran into the bedroom and jumped on the pair of them, wanting to slide my dick in his ass almost as if it was begging me to, but I couldn’t move.  I stroked my dick at a faster pace.

 

From his frantic thrashing on the bed, I knew he was about to cum.  His ass winked faster and faster, the squishing smell of a seriously FUCKED pussy filled the room as she began to cum loudly, yelling out over and over, the sight of him going faster and faster filling my head as I imagined that I smelled his dick and balls, mixed in with pussy scent.  All of a sudden I lost it-

 

My head went all dizzy and silently I shot off, my cum shooting across the room and splattering on his back as he came in her pussy while crying out in a sexy masculine moan, his body jerking, that ass poking in and out as he nutted.  I had sprayed his back and legs with my jism, and I dimly realized that they were about to get up from the bed.

 

I closed the door as quickly and quietly as I could, and then I zipped up, silently leaving her house.  I got back downstairs and went to my car.   At first, I was going to wait until he left, getting a good look at his face, of course- but then I just started the car and drove off, the sight of his winking hairy ass completely consuming me.  I had never had any kind of desire for another man before, and the way I fell so completely into it was shocking and unsettling for me.  The fact that my dick had finally reached full mast was troubling me… did that mean that my dick wouldn’t do that for women because I was really a homo???

 

I couldn’t get that out of my head as I drove around some more.  I decided that I couldn’t do that, think like that anymore; I had to prove that I was still a man.  I drove back to Regine’s house and parked out in front of her window, honking the horn.  Regine looked out the window and waved me inside.

 

I came in, ruefully noting that the house smelled of incense.  I knew she was trying to get the fuck scent out before I showed up, but I didn’t care.  I didn’t want to think about HIM anymore, I had to let that homo shit go, I wanted to fuck her and right NOW.

 

I took her into the bedroom, where minutes earlier HE was up inside her, I knew she didn’t have time to change the sheets or shower, but I had to have her.  I pushed her on the bed and lifted her legs, diving head first into her pussy, my tongue flicking all over it.  I could smell his dick scent still in there, and I tasted some of his cum still in her labia as she thrashed about the bed, moaning.  I had never been this ruthless in my lovemaking before, and she was getting off on my new approach.

 

I realized that it was still about HIM.

 

I wanted to taste him, I wanted to put my dick where his dick had just been, where his cum was still wet.  I got my clothes off, my 11 inch, thick dick as stone as before, and without a word I got between her legs, spread them wide, and slammed my dick into her pussy.  She shuddered with lust as I began to viciously fuck her, my dick sliding into where HE was just minutes ago, his dick in her, going in and out… and his ASS winking at me, it was almost like my dick was in HIM and not Regine, who writhed and groaned under me.  I leaned over her and bit her neck, drawing blood, and she yelled in appreciation, scratching up my back with her nails.  Yet I wasn’t fucking her anymore, I was fucking HIM.

 

“Call me ‘baby’,” I grunted.

 

“Yeah babyyyyy,” she cried out, matching my thrusts stroke for stroke.

 

‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘that’s what she called HIM…’ He was the only thing on my mind, fucking HIS ass, grinding deep into him the way he ground into my girl… all I could see was his juicy, round, tight, hairy ass winking, winking, inviting me in…

 

“AAAHHHH DADAAAAAMMMM, I'm CUCUUUUMMMMMIN,” I yelled out, my cum releasing from me in a howl of fury, hitting her pussy with the force of bullets.  The fact that my cum was mixing with his, joining together in her pussy, made me dizzy as I emptied my dick into her.

 

 That made her lose it then.  She growled as she came, her pussy slinging drops of liquid everywhere, the bed drenched in juices.   She fell back limp, me falling on top of her, where we lay, too spent to move.

 

“Hey, why you home so early,” she asked me.

 

“Got a call from John Jay, I got accepted,” I replied weakly.  “I wanted to surprise you.”

 

“Well, that explains why you were like an animal just now- and congrats,” she smiled, falling asleep.  I lay there, thinking about whomever it was that had me so open, and made a promise to myself: if I ever found that nigga, I was going to fuck the hell out of him, get it out of my system.  That way I could get over this obsession of his ass that I couldn’t seem to let go of….

“…but as you know, Dan,” Joe added, nodding his head, remembering, “once you open THAT door, it doesn’t close back again, not all the way.  So I went on with my life, met men, fucked them, thinking that one day I’ll find that guy Regine had in her bed, being that HE was the one that opened up this door for me- and when I get that ass, I figured my life would then be complete.  That is, until I met you,” he smiled.  “I know now that I don’t need that guy anymore, I have something much better, much more substantial in you.”  He leaned over and took my hand.  “I think I’m falling in love with you… Why are you so quiet… did I say something wrong?”

I was just sitting there, just sitting there, in shock.  I couldn’t believe the story he had just told me, the confession of love he just expressed, or even more, the whole simplicity of that movie, ‘Six Degrees of Seperation’...  “Umm, Joe, I don’t think you actually lost out on finding that guy you just described.”

“How so..?”

“Well, Boochie and I used to fuck around in high school- nothing too serious, but we had our share of fun, if you know what I mean,” I answered quietly, my words full of foreboding.  “If it’s the same summer that you got your acceptance to John Jay, then that was the summer I had my final fling with Boochie- I mean Regine, right before I married Claire.”

Joe's eyes grew large, filled with anticipation.  “What are you saying..?”

“That last summer I came by Regine’s house to tell her I was getting married.  For a while she had been close with my fiancée Claire, but since graduation we hadn’t seen each other really.  She and I got to talking about old times, and we fell into bed and decided to give each other one last really good session before I walked down the aisle.  I knew she had a boyfriend then but I didn’t know much about him, and I wasn’t asking any questions.”

Joe looked at me, surprised and stunned all over again.  “You’re not saying…. It …can’t be..!”

“That afternoon, I fucked the hell outta Boochie, but I felt wetness on my back too when we were done… When I wiped off afterwards I knew I wasn’t seeing things, that I couldn’t have nutted that wildly, that I wouldn’t have sprayed nutt all on my back.  I… guess we’ve met before, huh..?” I smiled.