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

Joop

“…should be coming around soon. When he wakes up we’ll monitor his vitals. Keeping him here overnight might be the best thing for him in the end...”

“You’ll make sure his mother gets all the proper information to care for him once he’s released..?”

“Of course. Have you gotten in touch with her..?”

“Yes. She should be here any minute now...”

“I’ve got rounds, will you have me paged when she gets here..?”

“I can tell her what she needs to know...”

“Are you his father..?”

“No, I’m his Parole Officer...”

I hurd dat thru da blackness an shyt, an slowly I woke up. “Naw, don’t call my moms,” I moaned.

I felt a hand touch my arm. “Yo Joop, u iight?”  I opend my eyes, da lite was too bright. I squinted an saw Mar standin there, worried an shyt.

“Yo my man, I’m iight,” I said wit a weak reply an shyt. “I hope you aint call-”

“Malik, Malik you awake in there?” a familiar female voice called out.

Lookin up I saw my moms come in da room. I groaned. Ma dukes was a lil short an slim pretty ass lady, what anyone knowin me would think my moms WOULD be like, still actin and lookin young an shyt, skin tite brown leather pants an brown halter top, with blond extensions an white tip press on nails. Yeah she ghetto but she was my moms. “Aww ma, I'm iight. They shouldn’t have calld you.” 

“Yes they should have called ‘yo-moms’”, she said as she kissd me on da cheek. “Hey, Lamar,” she smiled at him.

“Hey, Miss Regine,” Mar said, huggin her.

She lookd around an frowned. “Where all dem bitches that be in yo face all da time, they too good to come up in da hospital to see my son. I guess they aint ready for you unless you got dick to sling at em an shit.”

“Maaa,” I said, shakin my head.

“I tol you bout dem hoes,” she said, frownin sum more. “They aint shyt. At least your boy Lamar iz here, like always. Shame he aint a chick, yall would get along REAL good,” she smiled.

“Look, Ma, you talkin crazy,” I said, laffin nervous-like.

“At least you aint lose yo sense of humor,” she laffed.

‘Sho-u-rite’, I thought.

“Where’s this parole officer that posed to be lookin out for you. Outside fucking sum hoe in da back of da ER?” she hollard out, lookin round.

Mar an I looked at each other, tryin to keep from laffin. Just then the door opened an Officer Dan came in. My moms an he stoppd and stared at each other.

A smile broke out on ma dukes face. “Yo, whats shakin, Danny..?!?!?”  My moms, to my surprise, ran over and hugged the shyt outta Mar pops, who grabbd her an spun her around.

“Boochie. What are you doin here?”  They stood laffin an shyt for a minnit.

“Yo who da fuk is BOOCHIE???” I askd.

“That was my nickname back in da day,” she said. “You wont let me tell you nuthin bout me when I was younger, so you aint know what my hood name wuz,” she shruggd.

“I only aint wanna know bout yo sleezy fuck up of a boyfriend dat bounced on you when you got pregnant wit me an shyt,” I said, tryin to sit up.

“Ill leave it in my will,” she snappd back, smackin on gum. She grabbd on Officer Dan and pulled him outta da room, sayin “Yo Danny, we gotta talk,” as da door slammd on they asses.

Mar an I lookd at each other. “Baby boy, yo moms is foever off da chain,” he said, leanin over to kiss me, his warm lips feelin like da breaf of life.

“Yo I thought you wuz takin time,” I said, smilin.

“Dat was befo yo azz passd out on me an I had a chance to get scurred that it was too late,” he said. “I knew you wasn’t in danger of dyin or nuthin, but what if I shot you earlier. It coulda got real bad, and when I saw you lyin there I knew then dat livin witout you wasn’t no life for me. So I don’t need no mo ‘time’ yo, I wanna spend everyday from now on knowin what life is like wit you, and I even …get why you an my pops connected like dat, I'm sayin… he’s my Dad, an I’m jus like him inside, so what’s in him connected wit u too cause dats what you like. He tol me while u was out sleepin about this kat he tryin to make sumthin wit, so I could forget bout what yall did. As long as you think of him as ‘pops’- and dats it,” he threatened me.

“Yeah, yeah nicca,” I said. “I wish he was my real pops like you, yo.”

“Nicca if he was then we couldn’t get down yo, we would be brothas an shyt. Now you fukkin my pops is one thang, but me fukkin my brutha… naw, da world aint ready,” he grinnd.

I laffd but it hurt to laff too hard. “So when I get outta hurr, we got sumthin to talk about then huh…”

“What you mean,” Mar askd.

I grabbed his hand an put it under my covers, where my dick was sprung bone deep. He grinnd as he stroked my shyt, the chills runnin thru me, makin me feel better already.

“Aww nicca we can't be doin nuthin now, our parents are standin outside da door…”

But lookin at Mar, holdin onto my dick under da covers, standin there lookin so sexy an wit so much madd love for me, I decided sumthin. “I think I wanna put her on to me an you yo,” I said then, all of a sudden sure dat I was ready to do it. “You cool wit dat?”

A smile broke out on Mar’s face. “Well if dats what u wanna do, I'm sayin, my pops already knows bout us, so…” he leaned over an slippd his tongue in my mouf. I closed my eyes, thinkin dat if I had this to wake up to everyday for da rest of my life, then I was most def wit it.

“What do you think is goin on wit yo moms an my pops,” Mar asked between our wrappd up lips.

“She probably yellin at sumone bout my insurance and who she gonna try flirtin wit to make my billz go away,” I tol him, kissin those cute ass lips again.

Officer Dan

 

“Boochie, are you going to tell him who his father is…?”

“He doesn’t wanna know!!!”

I was firm. “Well I want to know, because he NEEDS to know..!  I want to be there to help Malik learn about his father, but I can't do that unless you talk to me..!”

We were standing outside of ICU, quickly catching up on old times. Boochie and I went to high school together, and still kept up with a few of the same people, but we had lost touch after graduation. She and I were almost as tight in school as Malik and Lamar… we even messed around when we felt like it- it was the seventies… but this resistance of divulging important information to help Malik grow was getting tiresome.

Boochie refused to talk about her son’s father. “You aint been around, you don’t know what it was like after we got outta high school,” she spat. “I got knocked up and the ‘love of my life’ bounced like a rubber ball on me. Malik will never forgive him for that, and would probably try to kill him if he ever knew who to look for. I’m savin this nigga’s life by not tellin my son about him…!”

I took her hand. “Boochie, not just for our friendship, because I didn’t know that you were Malik’s mother, but I’ve been involved in your son’s life more than I thought, so of course I will be there for him no matter what. For chrissakes, my son and your son are best friends. Just like the way we used to be back in school, joined at the hip. I guess it was meant that they would be close.”

“Joined hip-to-hip, you mean,” she laughed, touching my dick through my pants.

I jumped, backing away. “Boochie, I can't do this with you. High school was a looong time ago.”

“Yeah, about the time I got pregnant with Malik,” she said coldly.

A cold chill whipped though me when she said this. “What are you saying,” I whispered. “Are you telling me …that I…”

She looked confused, then suddenly smiled. “No, not you,” she reassured me, and I relaxed. “It was an older guy from my hood, about to graduate law school. Say, didn’t you just tell me you started working up at the prison?” she asked.

“Yes, recently. “

“Well, Malik’s father works there. A big time job, too, from what I hear.”

That sinking feeling I felt begin earlier rose to swallow me in its darkness. “His name wouldn’t happen to be…. Joe HILL, would it…?” I swallowed.

She looked at me in surprise. “Yeah, how’d you know about Joey…?” she smiled, the gum smacking between her lips.

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Author’s Notes: Thank you for reading Jail’s Bait by D’Kass Black. As I mentioned earlier, “Lockdown” is the 1st book of 5 in the series. While I’ve been fortunate to luck up on his series on my thumb drive along with a handful of non-erotic stories he’s written, finished and unfinished (to test if it gathered interest), I failed to come across the pinch of erotic stories he’s written over the years.

As luck would have it, years before our meeting, we uploaded our stories onto many of the same Yahoo and MSN groups. I found it kind of ironic that our stories were digitally collected onto the same platforms only to come across each other on an online hookup site. I was just looking to get my dick sucked or into some good tight ass, and I walked away with a best friend with benefits as our common interests grew beyond using his skills to get my dick to spit. I am more than blessed to have gotten to know him on a deeper level.

As you know, I can go on and on, but to be quite honest, I really don’t have anything more to say on this matter (yet). Because I accidentally hit the send button quicker than I planned to with the chapter before this, and GayDemon has a 700-word minimum before uploading stories, I am rambling on and on until I succeed in crossing that threshold without fail. Thank you.