D'Kass Black Presents Jail's Bait: Lockdown (Book 1)

Lamar

The party was jumpin. The beats by my boy Rah-Rah’s cuzzin DJ Slyyce (dis phyne ass butter-pecan-Rican lookin nicca), flew as smooth as I’d hoped. Everyone was havin the whylin time. Wherever I looked niggaz were grindin up on bitches, bluntts were swirling thru the air, drinks were bein spilled (or tossed) on hoes, it was the best party I’d ever been to, and it was at my house..!

Dad, bein an officer of the court an all, really couldnt be here and tol me that he’d check into a telly after just dropping in for a minnit to say sup to Joop… I couldn’t believe my nigga got out early, thanks to his lawyer..!  I reminded myself to ask my Dad if he knew this kat, maybe a fellow law partna of his or sum. But not rite now tho…

I was so caught up in dance wit that chick Marquette from the mall, one hand on her jigglin azz, da other holdin my glass of Belvedere, and a vanilla bluntt stuck between my teeth. DJ Slyyce put on Sean Paul, a real familiar joint. Then when this hoe raised her leg and wrapped it around mine, we were on each other so it reminded me of my ATL trip wit Joop.

I raised my eyes to look around. Joop, lookin beyond phyne in dat jumpsuit I got him, was grinding on his own fly ass hoe, swayin to ‘Like Glue’ bein spun on dem ones and twos. He looked up at me, and nodded, eyes sparked red from the Hypnotik he was guzzling down.

By this time Marquette was kinda lookin up at me wit dat ‘I wanna have yo baby’ look, so it was time that I pushed her off to Slyyce. I steered her over to da table, knowin dat once she got da intro to the DJ her pussy would wet up, ‘cause Slyyce was a hott ass lookin nicca his damn self. I made da intros and excused myself, an when I lookd back, of course, she was grindin up on DJ Slyyce, he had one hand on her ass and one on the spin tables…

I shook my head, glad I made a luv connect- as payment for the phat azz beats. Pushin my way thru da crowd I signaled over to Joop, who nodded and began to follow me upstairs. I reached my bedroom and closed the door, switching off the light, grateful for a minnit of dark quiet. Downstairs the music drummed so loud the floors and walls vibrated. I had just gotten to my bed and sat on it when a blast of noise announced that Joop had entered the room. He closed the door behind him and came over to me, sittin down.

We sat there fo like a minnit, sayin nuthin. “So…” he mumbled, lookin at the floor.

“Sooo… what?” I asked, lookin over to Joop.

He looked at me, that half-smile on his face that made my dick hard. I couldn’t stop smiling either, I was so hyped dat Joop was free. “You did da time wit me,” he started.

I made to say sum but he stopped me. “Lemme get this out,” he said. “You stuck by me, kept my commissary laced, sent me gear, kept me current wit musik an shyt, and came to visit me. I just got one thing to say ta you, Mar…” and he grabbed me and pushed me down on the bed, pushin his tongue in my mouf. His scent, musk and the cologne Joop, rushed into my nose, drivin me crazy.

GOT-DAMN I HAD MY NICCA BACK…. All the shyt I was holdin back came rushin out, and we melded into sum hot mesh of tongues and lips, huggin each other tyte, rollin around on da bed. I think my eyez even got teary an shyt.

He broke away an jumped up, goin to the door and lockin it, dat phat thugg dick makin a tent in his sweatpants.

“Yo not now sunn, I don’t wanna be rushin an shyt, we gotta get back to YO party nicca,” I reminded him, even as my hands betrayed my words, an zipped down my sweat hoodie, tossin it to the floor, revealin my naked chest.

He nodded wit approval at my arms, chest and six-pack. “You kept it up,” he said as he came back to the bed, his hoodie landin on top of mine.

“No doubt, I knew yo azz would be in the workout room on da daily an shyt,” I smiled back as we got undressd; “I hadda keep up.”

“I can't even tell you how you got me 4 lyfe my nicca,” he said, muscles flexxin, chest and pecs shinin wit sweat. We were butt azz then, both our dicks sprung str8 like stone. He leaned over me again, kissin my neck, down to my chest, tongue flickin my nipplez.

Dat shyt made me jump. I moaned as he went down my hard ass stomach, lickin down past my belly button to my pubic hair an shyt, feelin dat trail his tongue made all da way down there turn cold, makin me shiver. I was madd surprised when Joop licked around da base of my 9 inch an suddenly swallowd it down. A wave of lust ran thru me, makin me dizzy, damn nicca had skillz givin me brain…

“Hol up nicca, who you fukked wit in jail,” I asked between deep breaths of pleasure. “You aint never suck me befo nicca…” I grabbed his head and pushed it all da way down on the thick stem, but he aint even choke on it. “What up nicca, you deep throatin now?”

He raised up off my dick and looked at me. “I aint never suck no dick befo nicca, you know dat.” 

“How you doin dat shyt so good then nicca?” I asked him.

He looked me in my face, a tear in his eye. “Dat’s love, nicca,” he said simply. “I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel while I was locked down.”

Dat, of course, shut me da FUK up. I laid back again, Joop’s mouf once more runnin up an down on my dick, shootin sparks thru my body. My head jerkkd from side to side as he increased his tongue-lash, runnin lips up and down on da head, his spit coatin my joint like a glove. Squishy-sukkin sounds filled da room, I was damn glad dat DJ Slyyce was burnin da joint down too loud in da livin room downstairs. “Joop, my nicca, my nicca,” I moaned.

He stopped, then said, throat filled wit lust, “keep yo eyes closed… don’t move.”

He moved to the dresser an got sum, I hurd dat. I felt him climb up on da bed and then this warmth and incredible titeness on da head of my dick. I opend my eyes and saw Joop squattin over me, sexy body and 10.5 inch dick stickin str8 up, tryin to lower himself on my dick, his ass givin way to me inchin up inside of him. I saw the pain on his face as he concentrated.

“Yo we don’t gotta do dis now yo,” I said, “I don’t wanna hurt you Joop, we never did it this way befo.”

“Nicca jus shut da fuk up and lemme show you how much I'm feelin for yo azz, you deserve dis yo, I need to show you…” and just then his azz opened up like whoa an my dick slid like a pole deep in him. He settled on my chest, his dick still brikkd, and began to slow gryynd my dick, his eyes deep in mine, drivin me crazy wit each stroke of his thighs on my joint.

He rode me like dat for a madd while, raisin up just enuff, comin all da way back down, starin at me, moanin softly as he squeezd his thighs together over and over, my dick feelin like it was caught in a vice grip. I ran my hands on his chest, sqeezin da nipplez da way he was grippin my dick, he got a phat routine goin on, I lost track a time an shyt while he ground into my dick wit da flyest, best ass I ever was in. He just kep starin at me an shyt, his lips lookin so sexy- he bent down an kissd me, brushin his lips aginst mine, twistin his ass muscles to stoke my dick in wayz I never knew could happen, got damn… I couldn’t hole it back no mo…  “Joop, Joop,” I breathed as the wave hit me and I spit harder than I ever spitt off in my LIFE… all up in his sucking, tite deep azz. He tensed and jerked, causin my dick to be gripped even mo stronger, the nutt getting mo intense, then I lost control.

“JOOP!!! JOOP!!!” I yelled louder, thrashin on da bed as my guts emptied into his, again and again as I blew large wads of nutt into his azz. His big, thick azz dick just shot off, shotts of his seed flying eerywhere, on my face, my chest, on Joop, it got real sticky in the air as his dick kept shootin.

“YEAH MY NICCA YEAH,” Joop hollared out, his body thrashin about.

Just then the door flew open, loud musik blastin into our quiet moment. I got shook, I thought da got-damn door was LOCKED… Jerkin our heads as one towards the door we saw- my Dad’s startled face.

We jumped, startled ourselves as the shadow of my pops fell across our naked, nutt-drippin bodies, Joop still sittin on my dick which was still leakin in his ass. Wetness on my nutts made me dimly realize dat I spitt off so much seed dat it was drippin down out his asshole. But that wasn’t even the worst thing goin on in my head rite now. I was stunned speechless, too scurred to move, my Dad was- so quiet.

Dad jus stood there, door wide open, mouth set in a grim line. “Get dressed… MY ROOM, FIVE MINUTES, NOW,” he said shortly, leavin the room and closin the door behind him- so hard a crack split open above the doorframe, leavin us in dark silence again.

We stared at the door and then slowly looked at each other. I aint never seen Dad so madd. “Oh SHYT,” we both said, eyes wide wit fear.