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

The phone startd ringin in da kitchin over an over but no one pickd it up.  I jus stood at da table an stared at da nicca dat Officer Dan jus said wuz my…

…Lookin at him, I could see dat we did look alike a lot, an wit dat whole allergy thang we both had, too… he had my eyez, my ear shape… my handz…

Den da machine pickd up, an we all hurd it.

‘Hello, this is the Clark residence, please leave your name and number at the tone.’ Den (!) my momz voice came thru da room…

‘Uhh hello, Danny, it’s Boochie… I’m jus callin ta say WUZZUPP… naw seriously I wanna hook up wit u- an I been thinkin bout what u said bout me tellin ol’ Joe dat Malik is his son… I know you see him a lot at da prison so when you can, get me ol’ Warden Hill’s numba iight- I’ll talk to ‘im, den maybe we could find a way ta tell Malik… bye now,’ an then da clik.

“Awww shyt,” I said, az it hit me dat my momz jus called an confirmd whut Officer Dan jus said.  No one moved az I stood there an looked at him- my …FATHER.

He jus stood there an stared back at me.

Quick az shyt I grabbed da bowl of sauce an threw it in hiz face.

It smacked him on da forehead, da whole shyt gettin in his eyez.  He yelled an fell bac to da floor az I jumpd across da table, knockin over all da shyt in my way, an landed on him, punchin eery piece of da nicca I could hit.

Mar an Officer Dan yelld out an ran over, tryin ta stop me from smashin my fist in dat nicca face.  Mar grabbd my arm an Officer Dan grabbd da other one, dey pulld me off of that nicca an I jumpd around tryin ta get loose.  My boot struck him on da cheek, an blood flew out his mouf.

“Malik!” Officer Dan was yellin, pullin me bac, “stop this, NOW!”

“Joop, yo CHILL,” Mar was yellin.

But I aint see nuthin but red.

This NICCA wuz in my face, touchin my ears an shyt- like a father… “I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!!!” I hollard out, strugglin ta break free az dat nicca crawld an laid up on da wall.

He lookd fukkd up, blood an sauce mixd up on his face- an he took one of his handz an startd scratchin on his earz, groanin in pain.  I wuz almost away from Mar when Officer Dan got behind me an sqeezd on my solar plexuz- I fell down, da wind knockd outta me.

Mar droppd to da flo beside me an held me down.  “Yo Joop, CHILL,” he yelld, strugglin wit me.  “HE’S DA GOT-DAMN WARDEN YO, HE COULD LOCK YO AZZ BACK UP!!!”

“FUCK DAT,” I yelld bac, “DAT MUFUCKA GOTTA DIE!”

Over by da wall Officer Dan wuz helpin dat nicca get up off da flo.  “Are you okay,” Officer Dan wuz askin him.

“I’ll be fine,” he said real weak like.  Officer Dan got a towel an wiped da sauce off his face, grabbd the coco butta an put it on his earz.  “I’ll be back,” he said, runnin to da kitchin.

Dat nicca lookd at me den.  “Look, we both heard the message your mother left,” he said, tryin ta catch his breaf.   “We have to talk about this, Malik…”

“SHUT DA FUK UP!” I spit out.  “YOU LOST YO RITE TA SAY JACK-SHYT TA ME WHEN YO MONKEY AZZ BOUNCD ON ME!!!”

“NOW MALIK, LISTEN,” he yelld back, “I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT YOU!!”

“Nicca you hadda know,” I shouted.  “How you not gonna know bout me?”

“DID YOU HEAR THE SAME MESSAGE I JUST HEARD?!?!” He got up an came over to me az Officer Dan came bac in da room wit a first aid kit.  He wavd Officer Dan off.  “Hold on, Dan,” he said, turnin bac to me.  Blood wuz still flowin down his face but he ain’t wipe it off.

He stoopd down by me, an Mar still held me down az I kickd out at him.  “Your mother never told me about you.  She and I broke up before you were born.  I would never have left you, son.”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT,” I yelld, hawckin an spittin in his face.  My spit landed on his cheek an mixd wit da blood drippin down.

He lookd at me, his dark eyez fillin wit tearz.  “Malik, if I had known I was your father… I would have been there, done anything for you. I always wanted a son, and my wife- your …stepmother… she can't have kids.  Let him go,” he said to Mar.

Mar hezitated an slowly released me, steppin bac to be near his own father.  I aint move az this cat crouched closr to me.

“Malik, my son… MY SON,” he said wit dis happy look, dem tearz spillin down his face, “you- you’re beautiful… you have your grandfather’s eyes… but then again, so do I,” he smild at me.

I lookd away from him, refusin to let this fukkin nicca in.

He sighed.  “I know you’re about as mad as anyone could get right about now, but I’m not running away.  If you need to take it out of my ass, then… it’s okay, do what you have to do.”

All of a suddn I got scurrd, real shook.  A deep well an shyt wuz risin in me.  After like a minnit of him waitin for me ta make a move, I lookd up at him.

“You- you really aint know bout me..?” I askd, all little boy-like an shyt, my eyez blurrin.

He startd shakin too.  “N-No,” he said an I believed him.

His voice broke an he reachd out for me.  I backd up for a second, den sumthin broke in me, too.  He pulled me to him an held me da way Officer Dan had held me dat first time I felt a father’s hug.  He startd sobbin in my shoulder az I grabbd him bac an held on for dear lyfe.

My father… MY FATHER…

Mar had went over to his pops an Officer Dan had his arm around his son’s shoulder.  All da hopez I had ever had about my own pops, shyt I wuz too scurred to ever let myself dream bout, came floodin thru me, an tearz of my own bust out.  We jus lay there on da flo, around all the broken pieces off dinner plates an food, jus holdin each other.

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We spent da rest of the night cleanin up the destroyed dinin room, Joop an his pops fillin up the quiet by talkin about a lot of things, really startin to open up to each other.  Pops joked about usin paper plates next time we all ate dinner an shyt, but I could see dat he was happy mo than anything else.  It may not have jumped off da way he mighta hoped but the end result was da point.  Joop an his pops had finally met an now they were willin to know more, BOTH of em. They talked about any an EVERY thing, from sports to the Hill family tree.  Joop was impressed to know he came from money, specially since he aint never had none before.

Me an Pops were about to leave em alone but they both said they wanted us to stick around, that it was cause of us that they even got to this point, and in a way we had a lot to do wit them even wantin ta get to know each other.  So I got ta hear all the things they both had wanted ta say to each other but never got to.  Neither one was really mad at Ms. Regine about her not sayin nuthin either, Joe Hill had his part to play in their break-up and took responsibility, an Joop kept threatenin his pops’ life eery other day, so she had every reason to keep quiet.

“I have to apologize,” Joe Hill said to Joop as Joop bandaged up his father’s face with shyt from the first aid kit.  “I was wrong for using you to blackmail Dan.  I’m going to turn myself into the prison board for gross mismanagement of duty.”

“Don’t do dat,” Joop said, “cause if you git lockd up an leave me again I’ll finish what I startd.”  He grinnd at his pops.  “We got shyt to get down to.”

“Actually, we got the rest of our lives to catch up,” Joe said, lookin at my pops, “but tonight I have some other apologies to make- private ones, if you know what I mean.”

My pops got embarrassed.  “Joe, you can have this night with your son,” he said.

“Just a minnit,” Joop spoke up.  “I think my pops an me got da same idea…” Joop looked at me, smilin.  “I gotta do sum celebratin of my own.”  I smiled back at Joop as he finished wrapping da bandage an handed his father the first-aid kit.  “You iight now, …Dad?”

Joe Hill’s smile broke thru.  “I am now, …son,” he grinned.  “Go have fun, boys.”

My pops looked at me.  “I guess we have some partying to do, Lamar.”

“Yeah I see dat,” I said, grinnin back at him.

Dad came over to me an pulled me into a hug.  “I’m glad you found the right ‘one’ for you, and I’m proud that it’s Joop,” he said, squeezing tite.

“I hope it werks out wit u an Joop’s pops,” I said, squeezin back.  “Talk bout keeping shyt in da family…”

He laffd.

Over in the corner Joe Hill was sayin to Joop, “Tomorrow I’ll talk with my lawyers and see about getting you set up.”

“Set up wit whut,” Joop asked him.

Joe Hill had this mysterious smile on his face.  “Your grandfather, before he died, left a trust fund for any grandchildren of his to inherit when they reached the age of 18.”

“Yo, I’m 19,” Joop said, his eyes wide.  “Yo how much we talkin hurr?”

“Well, let’s just put it this way, you wont ever have to worry about getting sent up for a robbery charge anymore; you wont need to steal anything ever again.  There’s a portion outside of your inheritance set aside for college, too.”

“In-heritance? ME?” Joop said, his mouth fallin open.  He ran across da room an grabbed me wit a loud whoop, an pulled me to him, jumpin up an down.  “You heard dat baby,” he said, kissin me hard on da lips.  “We are set for lyfe!”

“Naw Joop, dat’s yo money,” I said.

“NICCA what’s mine IZ yourz,” he smiled at me.  “Yo let’s git upstairs nicca,” he said, grabhin at me an runnin for da stairs.

“Don’t break anything,” our fathers yelled after us, laffin.

Upstairs in my room Joop slammed the door behind us an grabbd me, our mouths meshin together, my dick getting brickd up while his sexy lips kissin down to my neck while we fell to da bed.  He pulled off our shirts an, while still kissin me all over, got his pants off an pulled mine off too. He laid between my legs, his thick 10.5 inch cut juicy thugg dick pushin up on my 9 inch, the heads getting sticky wit each other’s pre-nutt.  He slid down my body, kissin an lickin, til he reached my dick an slid his lips over da head, makin me jump wit how warm his mouth was.  He slid his mouth all da way down til I felt my dick push past his throat, an he still kept up da flow.

“AHHHHHH,” I groaned, tossin all over da bed- got-damn, Joop aint never suck my dick like dat before.  It was like he was pullin da pleasure outta me, each time he swallowed my dick to da base the rush ran thru me.  He was moanin like he was starvin an shyt.  Joop slid his lips off my dick wit a plop an spit was runnin down my dick to wet up my hairy ass nutts.  He went down an licked da wetness off my sac, makin me moan again, then he lifted my legs an his tongue went deep in my hairy ass, a new shiver running through me.

This was mo intense then we had ever been.  My head tossed back an forth on da pillow, I couldn’t take Joop’s tongue stabbin deep in my juicy deep hole, flicking and lickin an caressin it, wettin it up wit his spit til mo wetness ran down my inner thighs.

“You ready for me nicca,” he moaned between likks.  My dick was standin straight up, leakin like a faucet an shyt.

“Aahhh do it Joop,” I was moanin, “do it niccaahhh.”

He got up between my legs, lifted em up and stretched em wide, an stabbed dat thick dick in my wetted up hole.  I grabbed da headboard behind me as his filled my back door inch by inch wit dat dick I wanted so fukkin bad.  I raised my legs up off da bed an Joop slippd da rest of da way in, and he let out a groan.  He started grindin dat dick into me, holdin my legs wide, his nutts smashin on my thighs wit each stroke.  I could feel his dick slip an slide back an forth thru my ass lips, diggin deeper an deeper inta my guts, but it felt good az hell, cause my ass had naturally bent to his curve of his dick by now…

Joop let go of my legs an they wrappd round his back as he leaned over me an bit my nipples til they stuck straight up.  The intense flow was buildin in me to da breakin point.  My ass muscles gripped up his dick an sucked it in deeper.  He growled when I did dat an he started poundin me so hard da headboard banged da wall, CRACK! CRACK! over an over till it felt like da whole room was shakin.

“JOOP, JOOP,” I was moanin real loud… Joop was long-dickin dat ass wit all his strength, an my hott deep ass started dat squishin pussy sound, his dick feelin more slick as it swelled up.  It felt like a warm ass cucumber had pushed up in me.

Joop moaned out, “AHHH MARRRRR MYYY NIIICCCAAA, AHHHHHH TAKE DISSSS NUTTTTTT, AAAAAAWWWWW SHYYYYYTTT,” as large wet spashes of nutt heated up my already hot ass.

Dat brought me to let loose wit my own nutt, as I cried out “YEEEEAAAA NICCCAAA, NICCA WHAAATTTT, NICCCAA WHHHHATATTT,” an my dick splashed off, hittin Joop in da eye, on his shoulder, an sprayin da headboard over us.  We collapsed on each other, drained out our ass, sticky wit nutt, holdin each other.

Joop’s dick slid outta me an large gobs of nutt fell onto da bed.  We aint curr tho, we were too tired to get up an clean.  “I-I love you, Mar,” Joop said then, breathin hard.

“I love you too, J-Joop,” I breathed back, holdin him close on me.  Jus then we heard the sounds of another bed scrapin da floor down the hall, along wit masculine moans.

We looked up at each other an laffed weakly.  “An they talkin bout us breakin sumthin,” Joop said, layin his head back on my chest.

I laid bac an listened for a minnit.  “Is all this cool wit u, Joop,” I finally said, “I mean, you finding yo pops and learnin he DL like you, an on top of all dat he kickin it wit my pops… I mean, is this shyt too much to take in now?  Da truff.”

He looked up at me.  “Naw,” he said, grinnin.  “I’m glad I could get a chance to get ta know him, an anyway he know more bout me then ma dukes do at da moment, and …if  yo pops hadda choose a nicca to get wit, I guess he aint do so bad wit choosin my pops.”

I frowned.  “You been plannin yo pops’ death since I met you, nicca… I thought it would take more time for yall ta get cool an shyt,” I said, snugglin under da covers wit Joop.

“Yeah, I thought I’d be all madd an shyt for a long ass time too,” he said, “but he aint know bout me.  It aint like he delibritly did dat shyt, so I really can't be madd wit him.”  He sighed.  “All dat murder plannin fo nuthin,” he laffed.

“Yeah, an now dat you J.P. Moneybagz an shyt, you could afford an attorney if you get lokkd up again, not have ta double up on lawyer/parole officers an shyt,” I teased him.

“Funny, real funny, mafucka,” he said, grabbin da pillow from under me an snatchin da covers.

“Yo JOOP stop playin,” I said, an we wrestled for da bedsheets.  While we struggled for ownership of da covers I looked at Joop an he was laffin, but in his eyes I knew he was happier than he had ever been in his life.  I smiled back, cause even tho I knew his pops comin into his life was a major part of why my nicca was so happy, for some reason I knew I had somethin to do wit dat too.

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Epilogue

10 Minutes Earlier….

Downstairs, outside Lamar's window, a medium sized, slim shadow stood underneath the upper level sill, listening to the loud sounds of fucking coming through the open pane.

The shadow stood there, one hand holding a lit bluntt, flicking ash over the back lawn, the other hand stroking a large, veiny, sweaty dick, the strokes growing in intensity as the headboard began to bang against the wall, and the loud groans of Lamar and Joop’s passion filled the backyeard.

The man stroked his large, heavy dick to the rhythm, pumping fast and furious, and when Lamar and Joop shouted out their climaxes, he lost control and grunted low as his dick shot off large white ropes of heavy nuttjuice, raining all over the ground.

“Mar, Lamar,” he moaned as he heard the two upstairs finish nutting off.  A drop hit his shoulder; he looked up for rain and saw that there were no clouds in the dark sky, yet when examining his shoulder in the muted light he found a large glob of sperm- that had obviously flown out the window.

Knowing both parties concerned, he deduced that this drop of jism had to belong to Lamar, that Lamar was the one getting fucked, and his dick shot off into the air as he nutted.

The man raised it to his lips, and smelled it.  ‘It smells like Lamar,’ he thought, inhaling the essence.  ‘It even tastes good,’ he savored as the nutt slid down his throat.  He stuffed his spent dick back into his pants and started off for the car parked at the end of the street.

As he left the backyard’s gloom he turned, staring up at the lit window, stark against the night.

“I love you, Mar,” Rah-Rah said sadly, quietly disappearing into the darkness.

FIN