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

In Honor of DK

Author’s Notes: This is not my story! This story belongs to my late best friend and former lover, DK, or D’Kass Black, as he was known in certain sectors of these internet streets in the late 90s and early 2000s. He originally posted this series on the now defunct, BlackMen4Now website at the height of its heyday.

Ahead of Christmas 2021, his favorite holiday, he passed away in his sleep due to a decade-long battle with untreated sleep apnea and other health-related issues. Back in the day, between fucking and life, after he learned that the website was no more, he sent me the manuscript to clean up (as he jumped from first to third person and needed me to zap most of the unnecessary use of the ‘n’ word from his characters). His ultimate goal was to further hire a professional editor to give it a once over (as you know by now, I’m far from a Grammar Nazi) to further pass onto a publisher given the popularity of the story on the website so many years ago. 

Life got in the way. I got busy. He jobbed and apartment hopped for a few years. I started to edit. I got horny. I fucked him or whatever hole that was available to me for the couple of years I was out of work. Eventually, I finished it. He read it and he loved it. Life got in the way again a few years more before his untimely passing.

I was left with a dilemma. 

If he couldn’t get it published and collect a check from it, I knew he would want to return the story to the internet to help guys get off. Like me, he always believed a good nutt could easily save a person from making a bad decision driven by hormones. 

I knew I had the story on one of my thumb drives. I had no clue as to which one since I have dozens of them coupled with a few external hard drives and old laptops and computers.

Alas, the horn gods shined upon me!

Unfortunately, DK was estranged from his family, in part due to his sexuality, but mostly due to other extenuating circumstances. Those who knew he was gay are now dead and gone, and the family that remained behind, never knew about this, or writing, as his creative outlet as he often told me. 

So, I’ve taken the liberty to share his story with this world on here. Where he admired me for getting my work published. I was in total awe of his storytelling skills. Which is exactly why after I’d undergone the task of publishing the first two chapters of the five-part series on here that I opted to reverse course, opting to request that it be pulled down for its core version (with very minimum editing changes.).

Love ya, man! I hope I did you proud!

Phaggotry

P.S. His ghost would whup my ass if I didn’t say this: He’s the best cocksucker I’ve ever had! Literally! (Though, if you’re game to challenge him in death, c’mon thru!🤣) Very few men can suck a man off to completion without adding hands to the mix. But I bet even fewer than that can say they made a guy (me) blow a gasket of a load while cops were standing right outside the bathroom stalls none the wiser.

I promise I’ll draft that tale someday!  

P.S.S. This is a long series broken up into five (5) parts. Not five stories, five parts. I plan to take a break between each part to push my own stuff, I’ll be remiss to say I wouldn’t add some of my stories into the fray along the way anyway. Enjoy!

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Officer Dan

I’ve gotten deep over my head. I knew better, of course, but I did it anyway.

I’d compromised my principles—and my client’s parole status. 

We’re both screwed if any of this gets out. I’ll catch a charge for this, for sure. Improper conduct with an inmate, at the very least. I just don’t know what I should do now. It’s gone too far already!

Right off the heels of my divorce, my law firm felt it was time to strengthen ties to the penal system by granting several lawyers the double duty of parole officer, those of which reported directly to the state pen. Needing the distraction, I went through the Washington State Police Academy, got my badge, and joined up with the Parole Officer’s board, where I was assigned my first parolee: Malik Warrington, a young man incarcerated at Washington State Penitentiary for a minor robbery charge, sentenced for a year and up for parole in another month. (FYI: I’m 6’4, 190lbs, light brown eyes with salt-n-pepper goatee and mustach, although my skin is baby-soft clear, like it was in my teens; if I colored my hair, I’d look like I’m still in high school. It’s the good DNA (that black don’t crack).

I’d gone to the prison that morning to finalize Malik’s parole hearing and decided to make the most of the time permitted. There was a private room down from the Warden’s office that was used for conjugal visits. The warden was an old friend of mine from my early lawyer days, so I requested the space; I wished to talk to the young inmate alone, to get a sense of who he is, whom I was fighting for. The Warden granted my request, and I was sent to the secluded room to wait while the guard went to get Malik from his scheduled time in the prison weight section.

Some time passed, then the door opened. The guard outside held it open for Malik to enter and greet me. I took a slight double-take when he came fully into the room. Malik was the phynest lil youngin I’d ever seen in all my 42 years. He was pretty boy faced with a very sexy Caesar haircut, over 6 ft tall and slim, he had been obviously working out from the impressive definition of his upper arms and from what I could see of his chest through the zippered down jumpsuit. There was also an obvious lump running down the side of his trouser leg, almost to his lower thigh. I pretended not to notice as my dick rose to an obvious strain in my own pants leg.  He looked familiar to me, also. I wasn’t sure where I had seen him before…  After talking to him I learned that he grew up not too far from where I lived with my son, Lamar. Maybe he’d even gone to the same schools with him, they were both 19… but I wasn’t here to talk about my personal life. I kept telling myself over and over, ‘he’s just a kid, he’s only your client, he’s just a kid…’

And he was speaking to me. That low, masculine voice throbbed with sensuality in every pore, making my libido rise against my will…

“…and I’ve been real good in here,” he was saying, trying to convince me he’d be an excellent parolee if I would just give him a chance. “I ain’t do shyt- I mean, I haven’t caused trouble or nuthin- anything,” he corrected himself, impressing me with the lengths he would go to reassure me, even using proper grammar.

“It sounds good, Malik,” I told him, putting one hand on his chiseled leg, which the long-looking bulge rested nearby. Perhaps I gave it too long a lingering look because he suddenly shifted his leg and my hand accidentally fell right on top of the bulge. I caressed it quickly as I moved my hand away, looking embarrassed. “Sorry,” I mumbled as I lay my hands back on the table.

“It’s no prob, Officer Dan,” he murmured, sliding his hand onto the bulge, caressing it. “It kind of felt good to feel another hand there, it’s been so long since anyone else touched it.”

“I can understand,” I said, wishing for all the world that I had another chance to feel his leg up.

He stroked the bulge until it began to rise tent-like from underneath the trousers. “I would do anything to get out of here, Officer Dan… anything.”  And he reached inside his trousers and began pulling on his dick with real attention. He didn’t have on any underwear, either, from what I could see, with his chiseled chest, six-pack abs and rock-hard pecs. I sighed against my will, my hand going to my own pants and gripping on my dick, my tongue hanging against my lower lip.

Looking at the door he said, “We have like another 15 mintues.” He stood up and came over to my chair, pulling the zipper all they way down and reaching into his pants, pulling out this monstrous, 10. 5 inch dick, thick, veiny and muscular, with a large flared head which made me lose my senses and groan as I leaned forward and took it between my lips. I knew this was crazy, right outside the door was a guard which would come in and catch us if we went past our private time, but I didn’t care at that moment. All I wanted was right here, this enormous length of young prison dick sliding past my teeth and tongue, striking the back of my throat as he grabbed the back of my head.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, “suck dat dick… mmmm.”

I had to slow down, I was beginning to suck so hungry like that I was making slurping noises, which the guard would hear. I paced myself and in between deep lip strokes I whispered, “shhhh.”

He got real quiet and ground his waist into my face, his dick filling up the airways and causing me to get dizzy as I pulled on his dick with my tongue. His hairy nut sack, free of the trousers, swung against my stubbled chin and settled there, large golf-sized balls swelling. I could smell the sweat from the workout and the mix of raw dick funk and prison cloth smell invaded my nostrils and caused me to unzip my pants, reaching in to free my dripping dick from my boxers.

“Naw,” he said, reaching down to take my hands away from my pants, my dick still trapped inside the shorts, the stain getting larger and wetter. Still throating his dick, I tried again to free my straining little man from its confines.

“What I say?” he growled, takin his dick from my mouth and standing away, keeping me just far enough away from him dick all slick with my spit, looking so stiff and juicy that I would do anything he said just to get that dick back in my mouth. “Don't do that,” he grunted.

He pushed his dick back into my mouth as I zipped back up, the tension in my body reaching the breaking point. I settled back on his dick, swallowing him deep, back and forth, feeling his thrusts as his dickhead rubbed in and out of my lips, and it suddenly swelled to a larger and thicker length.

He grunted silently as large splashes of sweet-tasting nutt hit the back of my throat. It was so thick it felt like someone poured hot lotion in my mouth- lotion that tasted like musk and sweet mixed together. I gulped it down as much as I could, taking care not to spill a drop on his gray jumper. I got it all down and then relaxed my vice grip on his dick, letting it slide out of my mouth where it fell half limp against his trouser leg, still sexy at half-mast.

He shook it off and stuffed it back inside the trousers, zipping up and relaxing once more into the seat he was placed into originally, cheat heaving, eyes closed.

I regained my composure and sat up straight, re-shuffling my papers and handing him a pen. “Sign these,” I said with a deep breath, his dick scent strong in my mouth.

Malik leaned over and, taking the pen, suddenly kissed me, his tongue tracing mine, tasting his own scent. “I didn’t want you to buss off and we couldn’t clean you up proper after,” he explained. “My badd- I mean, I’m sorry about that, but we can't leave any evidence around. I don’t want to get you in no trouble.”

Just then the doors opened the guard stuck his head in, indicating that it was time for Malik to return to his cell. “I’ll file these and get the ball rolling, Malik,” I said to him encouragingly as he rose and crossed to the door, the outline of his ass cheeks visible through the jumper cloth, making my dick rise again.

“See you soon, Officer,” he smiled roguishly, nodding his head in goodbye.

As he left the room he turned around again. He looked at me with those serious dark eyes and that’s when it happened- I caught feelings for Malik. I didn’t want to see him return to that dark cell. My stomach lurched as I realized that he stopped me from jerking off because he wanted to protect me, even in the middle of what we were doing… my thoughts swam around in confusion. I didn’t know if youngin Malik was running the best game I ever saw played on a dude, or if in this youngin, I had finally met the person I’d been searching for, for so long.

Lamar

Sittin in my room I stared at the picture frame on my nightstand, the picture of me and my nigga Joop outside of Club 112 in da ATL, dressed in Roca-wear sweatsuits, mine cream and his red, swingin bottles of Belvedere and bluntts while smiling for the camera. Joop ain't his first name, he was kicknamed for his thing about always wearin that cologne, which now was my favorite as well, havin smelled it so long. We were wearin Joop that nite when we took the pic (I’m 5 ft eleven, Joop is like 6’2; I’m slim cut and redbone complected wit a short fro and go-tee which make my hazel eyes stand out).

That whole weekend away was unforgettable; it was the 4th of July in my 18th year, the first time either one of us were old enuff to travel by ourselves, un-chaperoned. Joop was my boy from back in the day, we went to the same grade schools after my dad got divorced and got custody of me, moving us to Seattle. I was the new kid, the lost puppy, but Joop came out of nowhere and started hangin out wit me, getting me intro’d to the whole school, and pretty soon we were inseparable. We played ball together, we both lost our virginity at the same time (we did that whole bet thing b4 American Pie; they bit off our story, grrrr), we’ve done just about everything two niggaz could do- up to that weekend, that is. I didn’t realize then that having so much freedom would lead to that night being a night of many other firsts for us- I remember it like it was yesterday…

It was reggae night, and a holiday performance of Elephant Man and Sean Paul hyped up the crowd in a mass of gyratin, crunked up horny mofos. The mix of reggae/calypso/hip-hop music drew the animal out of most of the crowd.

 

I was dancing reggae style up on this bangin ass chick, her breasts were crunched up against my chest, one of her legs were wrapped around my thigh, and my aching bulge rested perfectly between her dress slit, and I felt that she had no panties on because my dick rested right smack up against her phat, sweaty pussy. It felt wet and inviting, and as we swayed with the crowd, too fucked up to care, I unbuckled my pants and slid em down slightly past my ass cheeks. My growing 9 inch dick sprung free from its confines and found a home, sliding back and forth between her pussy lips, the wet from her area making my dick slick and swelling it to full length and thickness. We bent slightly and she responded by shifting, allowing my dickhead to pop inside her warmth. That sent a rush thru me and, pulling her close, began to stroke to the motion of the music, tryin to get more of my dick up in her.

 

I was so crunk’d that I didn’t notice that there were more than one pair of hands on my waist, and I felt a tongue nibble on my ear as something hard, warm and real thick pressed up against my ass and slide in the open space between my thighs. That feeling sent another jolt thru me and, sighing, I leaned back and felt a chest press up against me, and what felt like a dick sliding back and forth to the tune of the music against my ass, the way I was dance-fucking ol girl. She, her head on my other shoulder, was so caught up in how I was making her feel that she didn’t notice the additional presence on us in the middle of this crowd.

 

I wasn’t no homo, but at this moment I was so far gone that it felt good, and I backed up on him, grindin on his dick, making me dizzy. I inhaled his fragrance, and it made my dick jump with the wild mix of musk and berries… His scent smelled like …my favorite cologne.

 

That’s what brought me back to my senses.

 

I looked behind me. The nigga who was smellin so sexy, nibbling on my ear, pushin his dick between my thighs…

 

“Joop?”

 

And sho-nuf, it WAS my boy, rite behind me, HIS dick (!) between my thighs, squeezin…

 

I pulled away from both Joop and the chick, who was really enjoyin my dick tease in her pussy to the point that she looked stunted that I pulled away from her.

 

Joop looked stunned as well, as if he just realized what was happenin too. I pushed my way thru the crowd, my high fucked up, fumbling with my pants to zip them closed as I fought my way to the exit. Outside I caught one of the cabs that were waiting around for a fare, and as the car pulled away from the curb, thru the haze of me telling the driver which hotel to go to, I thought I heard my name being called.

 

I sat back against the seat, my thoughts spinning about in confusion. Joop (JOOP!) was freekin off on me in the club... He had his dick between my thighs..!  A part of me forced itself to admit that in the moment, yeah it felt good, but that was before I knew it was my NIGGA that was doin the grindin…

 

We reached the hotel. Jumpin out of the cab I ran up the stairs and went to our room and, shuttin the door behind me, sat down in a chair and put my face in my hands, the memory of Joop freekin on me goin thru my head.

 

Not five minutes later the door flew open and Joop came in, swaying slightly from being crunk. “Yo why you ran off like that?” he asked me.

 

“Nigga, you had yo dick on my ass, grindin me on the dance floor and you askin me why I ran off?”

 

He looked stricken, kneelin down in front of my chair and lookin at me. “I was dancin behind you and I was watchin you on that hoe, and you pulled yo pants down an shyt, and yo juicy lookin ass just peeked up at me… yo my dick jumped at that yo, and I was so crunkd up I aint think about what I was doin… you felt so good to me nigga, I saw yo ear and I hadda taste-”

 

“I know what you did,” I interrupted him. “Just …don't say it iight?” I sighed. “Yo, its all good, Joop.”

 

Hope spring to his face. “You forgive me?”

 

“Yeah nigga, forget it,” I said, givin him a pound.

 

He laffed, relieved, and hugged me. Smellin his cologne scent reminded me of how his dick felt between my thighs in the club, and my dick got hard again, stiffer than ever.

 

I realized then that neither one of us had let go of huggin.

 

We had settled into each other, just enjoyin the feelin. I tried to pull back but then when I caught sight of his serious dark eyes, sumthin clicked in me, and I reached over to him, touching his sexy ass moustached lips to mine. Joop responded with sliding his tongue in my mouth, and we smashed our tongues together in drunken heat. He pulled back and looked at me. “Yo, you started it that time,” he accused.

 

“Its cool,” I breathed, “just shut up nigga.”  Then I got up, pullin him after me, went to my bed and sat down on it wit him. “Yo Joop, what you wanna do... No body gotta know…”

 

He looked at me and smiled this half grin, then reached around and grabbed me, pulling me to him close. “You an me, dats wassup my nigga,” he whispered as we kissed again.

 

Somehow we got naked while kissin and we slid under the covers, still dizzy from the Belvedere and bein so fukkin horny for each other an shyt. Joop  got on top of me, grindin his 10.5 inch thick ass dick once more between my legs, and I needed all of a sudden for him to pull my legs up and…

 

“Yo nigga, do the got-damn thang yo,” I moaned, spreadin my legs and waitin for him.

 

He slipped between my hairy thighs and licked that space underneath my balls, makin me buck wild. Spit dripped down to my asshole and made it wet. He reached over to the nightstand and got the Vaseline jar, slid sum on my hole, and straddled me. He looked into my eyes witout a word as he lowered himself into dat ass. I was so hott for him and still half high that he slid in me witout not much pain, but it turned into dat shyt feelin madd good as hell when he bent down to me and laid his head on my shoulder, in between my spread legs, fukkin me deep. The stroke of his dick in and out of my ass made me shiver and I pulled him so that our chests were squashed together, stuck wit sweat. The feelin of this drove me crazy and I was surprised it didn’t hurt, him fukkin me like we been doin it always.

 

“Fuck dat shyt like its pussy nigga,” I growled, breathless.

 

Joop went faster, bangin the headboard against da back wall as he ground into my ass like he was starvin. My dick strained from wantin to nutt off, I felt the nature rise. I felt Joop’s dick actually swell up an stretch my asshole wide as he cried out, “My nigga, my nigga…”

 

He stiffened and nutt flew out of his dick and started to wet up my guts, I could FEEL dat wet hot inside me…

 

I lost control and spitt off, my nutt hittin out chests and sealin em together as I cried out “Got-damn Joop, Joop, you an me nigga, you an me,” I gasped, my nutt hittin us both again an again.

 

After we stopped nuttin off, we stayed in that position for a minnit, his dick naturally slidin out of my ass wit a plop as he calmed down. We settled into the bed, side by side, Joop’s head restin on my shoulder.

 

He raised his head. “You iight, nigga,” he asked seriously, lookin at me wit those dark eyes. “I aint wanna hurt you, I was scurred I was gonna tear sum yo.”

 

“Naw nigga, I'm iight, crazy tho, I never even had no dick in me before,” I laffed. “I should be tore or sum.”

 

“Don’t never say that yo,” he said with gentle passion. “I will never hurt you nigga, you an me iz the got-damn thang now yo.”  He looked at me with those serious dark eyes…

…And that’s when it happened- I caught feelings for Joop, past our connect as boyz. “I know dat, nigga,” I said, layin down next to him and goin to sleep wit us naked in each other’s arms...

It’s been that way between us ever since, at least it was before he got sent upstate for that robbery charge. It’s been like almost a year now since I seen him on a regular basis, I wondered if he looked different. I’d been starin at this pic of us, knowin that I fucked up by getting feelings all tangled up for this nigga. But a nigga like Joop is the truth, can't front…

The phone rang and I answered it. “Yo, sup?”

“Collect call from WA State Penitentiary, do you accept-”

“Yeah yeah, I accept.”

“…Yo nigga whaddup?”

My heart leapt. “Whaddup yo, whats good?”

“You nigga, dats wassup… I’m bout to get out in another couple weeks yo, its official.”

“WERD?!?!. I’m callin up our niggaz, you know you havin the phat-ass welcome home party when you get here- but I thought you said you wasn’t sure about parole…”

“I wasn’t, til I met my new parole officer… he’s real cool and we … get along good. He signed papers to accept my case and I signed sum shyt too, so he gonna start doin werk. In a few dayz, you an me iz gonna be the got-damn thang once again, my nigga.”

I smiled, madd excited. “I can't wait, yo. You gotta wrap it up, you don’t have but five minnits on dat prison phone nigga, you know dat.”

“I know, just hadda holla at u yo- one more thing.”

“Sup?”

“I love you, Lamar. Wit all my heart.”

“I love you too, Malik.”

He hung up the phone as the warning message came on to let us know our time was almost up. I placed the receiver back on the hook and went back to staring at mine’s and Malik/Joop’s picture on the nightstand dresser. I knew he had the gift of gab, but the way Joop be phrasing his words… sumtimes I didn’t know if he was running the best game I ever saw played on a dude, or not. What was fa-sho, when he came back home we would make it official, meanin he’d be by the house a whole lot. I tried to place in my head when or if he and my dad ever spoke.

What would Dad say, I wondered, if he knew dat in Joop I had found the love of my life…?

With all his double shifts at the precient as police lawyer, I wondered if they’d ever actually met. That’s gonna be sum shyt when I have to finally make the intro’s….

Joop

I lay on my bunk in my home away from home, thinking about the way thangs been going down since I been lockd up. Missin Lamar was the worst part of it, he ain’t only my best friend since grade school an shyt, but he proved himself as the nigga I wanna do the long haul wit. Ever since that nite in ATL when we chilled in bed for the first time, we been stuck together like glue. He just up and snatchd my heart an shyt, I couldn’t even fuck no hoes for a minnit after we got together. Mar just fulfilled eery nigga’s fantasy an shyt.

We iz the truth together, a nigga like me know that shyt.

He even stuck by me since I been up norf, keepin my commissary filled, visitin when he could an shyt, sendin me clothes... When I get outta here I'm gonna lace my nigga wit everything I could think of, he got me for life. I been here for almost a year, and I'm almost finished wit this stint.

It’s been two weeks since I met my lawyer, who’s also my new Parole Officer… he’s a newbie to that whole parole thing, he kinda mo like a police lawyer tryin sumthin new wit me an shyt. I was a lil nervous bout that at first but so far he’s been fightin like da got-damn devil an shyt to get me outta here when my parole date cums up. We had a couple meetins since that first time when he gave me dat brain in the conjugal room, but he never brought it up after, what we did. I think he mighta been shook, not only cause he never got his nutt wit me that day, but because he was tryin to keep it jus binness between me an him, not us freekin off in the prison an shyt. I aint posed to be doin dat shyt anyway wit no one else but my nigga, but I figured if lawyer-guy wanna help a nigga out, the least I could do is give him sum he want from me an shyt. I saw how he went all ga-gaa when I first came inta da room… shyt, he wasn’t even tryin to hide starin at my dick an shyt. Truff iz, it was sum bout him that made me feel like fukkin wit him… I felt like… close to him an shyt, go figure. I mean for an older kat dude was real phyne, sexy ass face, always trimmed up rite, smellin all good, all masculine an shyt; it made me horny for him.

I know I seen him before, he does live in my hood- that’s probably it. Sum ol nigga I prob was checkin out while he passed the ball court or sumthin way back. All I know is that he suck dick like he born to do that shyt. When I get back to the block tho I know we can't do nuthin cause ill be back wit my shortie an shyt, but maybe one day I’ll check him out at his crib. I never asked him nuthin about his life outside of my charges, but I know he prob got a wife an kids at home an shyt, which is so much the better; that way he wont want no ties to me or nuthin. I shouldn’t be thinkin like this but whenever Officer Dan and me are in a session, goin over my case, I see da lips on dat nigga, and my nature rises… an I wonder what dat tite lookin ass got goin on an shyt. I know I gotta thank da nigga proper an shyt, which mean I'm gonna be bussin that old dude ass wyde open. I started gettin horny just thinkin about it, and I reached into my jumpsuit and began to stroke my thick, long ass dick that gotz da complimentz from madd ghetto hoes in my day. 10.5 inches fo real (Keyisha measured it), beercan thik- like 5.5 inchs around da base (Monifa meaaured it DAT way), with a flared up mushroom head dat sit wide on da tip of my dick, hairy nutz dat hang low cause they bigger then golf ballz, thik ass veins runnin all over my shyt makin it look like it could lift up a truck on its own… yeah my dick seen a lotta warm tunnelz, but nuttin like da darknezz dat my nicca Mar got for me…

Thinking about Lamar and what he and I are gonna do when I get outta here made my dick rise to full strength and I started to pull it out of my zipper but stopped. Doin sum like that in the middle of the afternoon on the cellblock is almost like inviting rape niggas to try you, especially if you have sum kinda looks about you. I decided to wait til later on tonight, there was this one kat that showers the same time I do and we kinda jerk our dicks off together if no one else is in there… it keeps the trash talkin down if no one know that you get down wit shyt up in here…

That moment one of the desk guards came to my cell. “Warrington, you got a visitor- your lawyer.”

“Iight,” I said, gettin out of the bunk and following the guard. I thought we wuz headed for the holdin room but we turned down the hall to the conjugal room like befo. My dick jumped in my pants. The last time we had a meetin in dere I bust off in Officer Dan’s mouth. I wondered if sum else was gonna happen.

I went in an saw Officer Dan sitting there in a nice gray business suit and dark tie, smilin at me. “Come in, Malik,” he said, pullin out a chair. I came over and sat down, seein dat da guard was still in da room.

“I’ll call you when we’re through,” Officer Dan said to the guard, who left the room and closed the door an lockd it behind him. I frowned. Wha he do DAT for?

Officer Dan held up a hand. “It’s ok,” he said wit a wink. “He was told to go back to his station instead of waiting for us this time, we might be here a while.”

“I see,” I said, leanin in to look at the papers, but I got da surprise by meeting up wit his lips pressin against mine. I’d never kissd no other dude befo cept my nigga- but it felt good. He grabbed the back of my head and his tongue slid into my mouth, caressin mine. He was eatin a peppermint, I tasted it on his tongue.

He backd up an looked at me. “How’ve you been?” he asked, and that’s when I saw it, in his eyes… he liked me- I mean like the way dem hoes be likin me after I smashed em…

Awww shit, I thought- this might be trouble…  “I’m iight- all right, sir,” I corrected myself (I tried my best to speak proper wit him, I felt like I should).

He stood up and looked at me. “Malik, I have good news. I’ve gotten your parole hearing pushed up to tomorrow,” he said with a big smile.

This totally blew me away, a great big smile breakin out on my own face. “Yo that’s great,” I said as I jumped up and threw my arms around Officer Dan. He hugged me back, makin my dick hard…. and all of a sudden it didn’t matter if I knew that he had feelings for me an shyt. I leaned in and kissed him wit all I had; he got me outta jail, for chrissakes.

He responded by kissin me back and whisperin, “shhh…”  I pressed my hard on against him, feelin his hard on respond as we swirled our tongues in each other’s mouths.

“How much time we got,” I asked in between our mouths.

“We were guaranteed as long as we needed,” Officer Dan responded, “they know we need to plan for tomorrow. We could have an hour and they won’t disturb us, I’m to call the guard from the desk to come back and get us out.”

He started nibbling on my neck, and I closed my eyes and moaned as he slowly zipped down my jumpsuit, helping me step out of it. At the same time, he got outta his suit and pushed it out da way. Seein him in his boxers and smellin his cologne made my hard dick jump. He had a tite ass body for a older dude, I could tell he worked out. Hard ass pecs, a gym-defined stomach, and a nice size dick, almost da same as Mar’s. I started tastin his hard nipples, he stiffened and I knew his ass wanted to cry out.

‘He better hold in dem cries til later’, I thought wit a grin.

I laid him on the table and lifted his legs, going for that ass wit my tongue. His dick stood straight up in the air, leakin from his horny-ness, dat pretty pink asshole winked out at me from between his chisled legs, and it was rounded wit salt-n-pepper hair an shyt. It looked madd tight, but my tongue was gonna invade that shyt.

He sighed as I leaned in, kneeling, and tasted his back door, fightin thru the hairy cover wit my tongue. He sighed louder and grabbed his legs, holdin em back from my face so I could go deep.

I ran my tongue on his hole, lubin it up well as he thrashed on the table, tryin hard not to moan. I chewed on dat ass for like ten minnits, all the time stroking my throbbin 10.5 inch to get it ready for what I was gonna do… he threw his head back and closed his eyes as I slobbed his hole down til it shone like a phat hairy pussy, then before he could look up I quickly stood up and shoved my hott phat dick in that slick hole.

He yelped- and I cried “shhhh” as he winced from me pushin my dick up in his asshole.

He was like, “no, Malik, I don’t want to,” even while he was holdin his legs back wider…  and I was like “Nigga you want this shyt, I'm givin you this phat thugg big black dick- so shut up.”

Me sayin that made his lil man rise harder than ever. I knew then he liked getting the ruff-ryder shyt, so I just grabbed his waist and pulled him to me, getting my dick up in him wit a POP. He opened his eyes wide, but instead of pain they wuz filled wit lust an shyt.

I went to town on his ass, grabbed his legs, pulled em wide like he did yoga an shyt, and thrust my dick deep into his wet hairy hole, and it all of a sudden grabbed up my dick and swallowed it like it had a mouth of its own, hand to god..!!

I knew it was on then.

His ass was grabbin at all my big ass dick, it felt like a hand was squeezin on me an shyt. I started fukkin dat nigga like he was the prize ho at a strip show. He was moanin low, but real deep and it brought out the hood nigga in me and I grunted as I rammed my dick deep- over and over all da way into his guts, while whatever muscles he was usin was trappin my phat dick up in there like it wasn’t gonna let it go.

Fine by me.

I ground deeper into his ass, my dick harder than it had ever been, this ass was so good. He was like, “we have to stop soon,” and I said “shut up nigga, take this prison dick like the bitch you are, gimme dat pussy...”  He moaned at my words and grabbed his dick, pullin on it like he was possessed.

“Nigga don’t spill dat nutt on da floor or nuthin,” I grumbled as I fucked his phat ass/man-pussy. It gave off loud squish noises as I stuck deep, my heavy ass balls smackin hard on da low part of his thighs, SMACK! SMACK!  Lookin at him I realized that he reminded me a lil of my nigga Lamar in da face… all of a sudden I wasn’t fukkin this nigga no more, I was fukkin MY nigga, and the thought of Lamar wit his legs spread like a fuck buffet made me lose control.

“Ahhh, yeah my nigga- take dat nutt sunn, grrrrrrr…..” I murmured as my dick erupted in his ass, fillin his guts wit my seed. My legs trembled as I splashd off over and over, and I got dizzy from tryin to stay quiet as I let loose in his ass wit all I had backed up. I thought I was gonna nutt a quart of seed up in this nigga, wave after wave just passed thru me.

When he saw me jerkin wit no control and felt that nutt spit off in him, he opened his mouth in a soundless cry and bust off himself, shootin madd squirts all over my chest and neck. My dick suddenly got sore and his ass closed up on me real quick, so it was a hard time getting my dick outta him, it was up in there so far I ain’t wanna hurt him.  I pulld an pulld an pulld, it felt like I had got my shyt up by his lungs or sum, it jus kept pullin out.

When my dick finally plopped all da way out he sat up and licked the sweat and ass juice off of it, savorin the taste. He looked at me and he said, “Sorry about that.”

“No sweat,” I told him, rubbing the nutt into my skin like lotion. “We don’t got no choice, rite. I'm gonna go shower anyway,” I laffed. After he and I got dressed and cleaned up as best we could, he lit a cigarette. “I ain’t know you smoked,” I said.

“I usually don’t. We can't let the guard come in and smell anything else but this, however,” he replied mildly.

“You think of eerything,” I said. We huggd. My jumpsuit felt damp, but the price we paid fo damp clothes was worth it. “Maybe we could chill after I get out of here,” I said.

“Sounds good to me,” he smiled back, kissin my neck again. “We’ll see.”

He called the guard for my transport back to my cell and as we waited, he looked at me. “We might have sumthin to talk about when you get out of here. I know I’ll be seeing you for a while as your parole officer, but I think that other conversation will have to wait until we’re done wit the business end of this relationship.”

….Relationship???

See I knew I shouldn’t have fuckkd wit dude, got-damn it was good but it was just a nutt… relationship? I wasn’t thinkin like that- it was time that I’d better tell him wassup.

“Well, you see, Officer Dan, it’s like dis…”

Just then the conjugal door opened up and the guard motioned for me to follow.

Officer Dan smiled. “Whatever it was, you can tell me tomorrow after the hearing, okay?”

I hesitated, den nodded quietly. He watched me leave da room, den called after me, “You should try to get in touch with anyone you would want to know about your early release, Malik..!”

At dat I remembered that I hadda let Lamar know bout t’morrow…!  Without once thinkin about what I wanted to say to Officer Dan, my thoughts headed towards getting to a phone, not now but RITE now..!  The guard took off towards my cellblock, and I, happier den I had been in almost a year, ran after him.