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

Lamar

Joop an me got dressd as fast as we could, fumblin wit our sweat zippers, nervous az all hell. We got to my father’s door an stopped there, too shook to go inside. The beatz from downstairs ran like shivers thru us both.

Joop had this real scurred look on his face, I know it mus be dat, cause I know he aint wanna go back to jail, and my pops is a lawyer an shyt. I aint feel no better myself tho, my stomach felt like I was gonna toss up errythang I ate for the past two dayz an shyt. If I had this reaction I KNEW Joop was goin thru it rite now. We aint never let no one know how we got down on our lonely an shyt befo, our year long secret was destroyed. I knew dat I gotta do sum bout dat, take responsibility for shyt, tell Dad dat Joop was crunkd up an I took advantage…

“Yo it’s my dad, my problem, you go downstairs an lemme handle it,” I tol Joop.

He looked at me wit a real strange look. “Naw Mar, lemme talk to him yo,” Joop said; “alone.”

“What for,” I asked.

“I’m sayin, I’ll tell him it aint yo fault,” I added, tryin to reassure my boy above the loudness of da crowd downstairs. It sounded like they were bein amped up for mo beatz, it was mos def cause of dem Everclear melon ballz. At least none of em know whats goin on, they too caught up in da party, I was thinkin.

Joop looked at me, fear all over his face like I used ta see sumtimes back in lockup when I used to go check him on visitin days. He took a deep breath. “Yo, Mar, there’s sum I gotta scoop you on yo-”

My pop’s door flew open. “Get in here, BOTH OF YOU,” he said, mean-muggin us.

I aint get a chance to find out what Joop hadda tell me, he got all quiet then, lookin down to the floor. I was feelin him on dat, I mean I aint wanna look Dad in da eye either rite then, I’m sayin it aint erryday you walk in on yo only son in da middle of him fukkin anotha nigga, even if it wuz yo son’s BEST friend an shyt. We went inside my Dad’s bedroom where we found two chairs had been set up for us, side by side. We sat down, quiet like death.

My Dad looked at me, then Joop, wit this real deep look on his face. I ain't know what he was bout to say. I aint wanna hear dat he thought we was faggots tho, I think if he said dat shyt it would break my heart, like he would make me think dat he aint do a good job of raisin me as a man an shyt. Just thinkin of dat made tears spring to my eyes an shyt- which would be even worse, cause if he saw dat shyt then he would think I really WAS a faggot ass nigga, cryin like a bitch. I tried like hell to blink da tears back, then he spoke.

“What the fuck is going on with you two..?” he said, givin us the darkest look I ever seen.

I swallowed an spoke up. “Yo Dad, it aint Joop’s fault, it’s mine.”

Joop yelled out, “Naw I aint lettin you take da fall for this yo, it’s all my fault.”  He looked at my pops. “Officer Dan, I know the terms of my parole, I’m not supposed to get in any trouble,” he began. “I looked for you after the hearing but you disappeared.”

My Dad’s face clouded over, relaxed from the anger. “I had to meet with the warden, a few closing details on your case,” he sighed.

“Wait a minnit,” I said, “what were you doin talkin bout his case witout his lawyer?”

“That’s what I been tryin to say,” Joop interrupted me.

Pops continued, “Malik is my new client, Lamar; I’m his lawyer, and his Parole Officer as well.”

I was stunned. “How come you aint know who I was talkin bout then whenever I mentioned Joop to you- waitaminnit,” I hit myself in the head. “I’m da dumb-ass, I aint tell you dat ‘Malik’ was Joop’s real name.”

“Remember you were supposed to tell me all about Joop, his prison info,” Dad reminded me. “You finally wrote it all down, but I never got a chance to see what you wrote. I saw the picture in your room and put it together, but I haven’t had a chance to see you since then to tell you that I was …handling Joop.”

Joop looked up at my Dad wit a fear in his eyes. I assumed it was cause he thought his bail was gonna be revoked or sumthin.

“Dad,” I pleaded, “listen to me. I know you aint understandin why what happened wit me an Joop just happened, but I might as well tell you all of it. We been chillin like this since our trip to ATL; Joop is my boy, my best friend, we grew up together, and way more than that. I can count on him, we spend madd time together, and except you, no one in my life ever proved themself like Joop did for me.  We got crunkd up dat nite and it just happened, but since then I felt like it was rite between me an Joop to chill like this.

“He a dude, I know dat, but I love Malik, Dad, and I know he love me. You can't cum between that, nobody can… so if you got an issue wit it, if you want me outta yo life, then… then I’ll go,” I said, that tear I tried to push back breakin forth and spillin on my face, “but you aint fail wit me Dad, you raised me to be a man, and I AM a man, I’ll handle myself like that always. But Joop is my world,” and I put my arm on Joop’s shoulder.

Joop smiled at me. “You my whole world, too,” he said. He looked at Dad. “Mar been there wit me thru my whole time in jail, you know dat. Thick an thin, we was always tite from when we was kids. You an me never saw much of each other, so dats why I ain't recognize you rite off, an vice versa, I guess. I should asked you yo last name, at least dat would made me think about it… but Officer Dan,” he said, tears of his own shinin in his eye, “I swear dat I feel fo Mar da same way he feel. I’d die for him, I’d kill for him-”

“Hold that last thought, Malik,” Dad said. “As a father I realize you feel strongly for my son, but as an officer of the court I can't listen to you declare that you’re willing to break the law to prove it… but that’s neither here nor there. I opened the door to my son’s bedroom and saw him naked, in your arms. As shocked as I was, I admit that I saw something else there, something that I don’t think you realize… the way you two were holding each other, I knew that you weren’t just fucking. You were making love. I understand how that can feel.”

Dad turned to me then. “Another man notwithstanding, if ‘Joop’ here is who you choose as the ONE, and if he chooses you as such, then I won’t complain…  And I don’t think you’re not a man, Lamar, so stop looking at me like you failed me, because you didn’t. You grew up to be an outstanding young man, and I am proud to call you my son.”

Relief ran through me, and I jumped up and threw myself at Dad, hugging him the way I used to when I was little.

He held me close, and I heard the tears in his voice as he crushed me to him. “You’re my son, Lamar, I would NEVER turn my back on you.”

Just then there came a knock on the door. I pulled away from Dad and opened it; Rah-Rah was standin there. “Yo scuse, but you runnnin outta dem melon balls,” he yelled over the roar of the crowd downstairs. “You got more?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin,” I said. Rah-rah bounded back down to the party. Followin him out da door, I turned back to look at my Dad and the love of my life. “Yo, I know yall gotta do sum talkin alone so I’ll take my time gettin dem melon balls…”

“Yeah, son,” Dad answerd, lookin at Malik, “we have some stuff to clear up, between us.”

Joop swallowed, then looked at me. “It’s iight yo,” he reassured me. “I gotta handle this part alone.”

I nodded and then left, closing da door behind me. I went down the stairs, wonderin just what was goin on in there between em, now dat I’m not in da room. I just hoped dat my pops wouldn’t cum down on Joop too hard…

Joop

The door closed shut behind my nicca and suddenly there was this real deep quiet. No one said nuthin. Then Officer Dan looked over at me. “Malik,” he started tryin to say.

“Wait up,” I said, “I gotta explain whassup wit me an Mar…”

“It looked pretty obvious what was going on,” he said. “I already knew you were the ‘Joop’ that Lamar kept asking me to go see upstate, his best friend… I found a picture of you and him from that Atlanta trip.”

“Why aint you said nuthin to me at the hearin then, that you knew who I was an shyt?”  I asked, shocked.

“I really didn’t want to focus on that,” he said. “My job was to get you through that hearing and get you out of jail, and it suddenly became for me more than the reasons I originally thought. Back when I only knew you and Lamar to be best friends, it became about me wanting to make my son happy as well as honoring my job commitment to you. There was something else for me, however…”

“Officer Dan, I was going to tell you how I was into someone else outside of jail, but we aint get a chance to really talk before the hearing. I would have said sumthin after but you up an disappeared.”

“I went to meet the warden,” Officer Dan said, takin a deep breath. “I should tell you that I had to keep him satisfied about your early parole. He wasn’t going to let you go, but he had no grounds to keep you. I …persuaded him to let the hearing’s decision stand.”

I frowned. “What did you say to him?”

Officer Dan looked at me for a sec befo he spoke. “Well, he sort of wanted more than talking from me…” and then he told me about the whole scene in the warden’s chambers.

I was buggin. “How he gonna do that?”

“He has a tape, a videotape of us in the conjugal room. I think he’s going to hold on to that until he’s through getting what he …wants from me,” my parole officer sighed.

I sat up in da chair, ready to run. “Got-damn!!!”  My mouf dropped open, and I got shook. Scurrd thoughts ran thru my head… I'm fucked- yo Lamar can't know bout that shyt wit me an his pops, not ever- “Please, Officer Dan, I’ll do anything, don’t tell Mar, you can't…” and I put my head down in my hands. “Mar can't leave me cause of dis shyt, he jus can't…” and I felt arms around me, and Officer Dan’s lips on my forehead.

“Malik, I promise you I wont tell him, I can't let you get hurt…” I knew what he was about to say, and I lifted my head to tell him not to say it, but when I did my lips were met up wit his, and he was tryin to kiss me.

I was so fucked up at dat moment then, that at first I just let his tongue slip into my mouf, and we slurped on each other doowwnn, his arms went around my shoulders and his lips felt so warm, he was swallowin my tongue, crushin my lips wit his. He moaned as he gripped me tighter, and I pulled him close to me, enjoyin the feelin of this sexy older kat gettin off on me. I grabbed da back of his head and moaned too, but then I regained my head when I felt my dick rise up.

I pushed back, “Naw naw naw yo, hol up, naw… we can't do this no mo,” I shook my head. “You iz my nicca pops, we did sum shyt when I was locked down and I was feelin it an all, but you know now dat I'm feelin yo son on sum ‘me-an-him’ shyt.”  He backed up, kneeling in front of me, hands in his lap, his dick obviously pushin hard at his pants, causin a wet spot at the spot his dickhead pushed on.

“I feel so much for you,” Officer Dan said, “I caught feelings for you when we were together at the prison those times.”  He smiled then, real sad-like an shyt. “I know that’s a stupid thing to do, but it’s true… how can I not understand why my son loves you; when I can see for myself why.”  His eyes had madd tears in em, and I swallowed, reachin up to wipe em off his face.

“I promise you, hand to god- I ain't gonna hurt Mar, Officer Dan,” I said softly. “I can't, I love dat nicca to death.”  Officer Dan nodded at me. “I know you do, Malik, it’s just that-”

The door opened then and Mar came in, stopping short.

I jumped back, realizing that was a fukked up move, movin back so quick made me look guilty. I looked up at Mar, he just stared at me for a sec, then came to himself. “Whassup in here?” he asked. “Why you on da floor Dad?”

“I was talking,” Officer Dan said, getting up and turnd his back on us going to the dresser, tryin not to draw attention to his hard-on an shyt. “Look, just so you two will know, I have no problem with you two loving each other if that’s… what you want,” he added behind his back, lookin for sumthin thru his papers on his dresser. He picked up a list outta da pile and turned around and I saw he had calmed down sum. He handed that sheet of paper to me. “Don’t lose it, this is your list of the times you have to meet up with me for the first month, Malik; after that, we’ll play it by ear. Just make sure you can pass the piss test when you show up. I’m letting a week pass by in order for you to get yourself ‘together’... make that two weeks,” he added, lookin at me an Mar. He went over to the door and held it open for us to get outta his room.

“Dad-” Mar started to say.

Officer Dan stopped him, “Look, go on back to your party, I’ll just pack an overnight bag and get myself to a hotel.”  We stared at him as he ushered us out, closing the door behind him, then we stared at each other.

“Dat shyt was real,” I said, stuffin da list in my pocket. “You wanna go back down?”

Mar looked at the stairs and said, “Yeah- we better, we been gone long enuff.”

He gave me this …look befo goin back down da stairs, an for no reason at all it gave me da fukkin shakes. He was real quiet since he came back up to his pop’s bedroom… what da fuck do he think he walked in on..? I wondered as I followed after him.