The Cut: A Prison Story

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Fall was coming. I drowsily thought as I noticed the chill in the morning air. I curled up on my cot in my blanket as the last moments of delicious sleep swept over me. I was laying on my stomach with my arms curled under my pillow.

It was still dark. The only sound was Dirk breathing above me in his cot. I listened as he stirred overhead. It seemed like he was having a bad dream. Yeah, a bad dream, is what I thought of my whole life, a bad dream.

I thought back to when I was first incarcerated. How I used to dream of being back home, chilling, doing things I enjoyed, only to wake up and realized I was in fucking prison surrounded by cut throats, the criminally insane, and by miserable men condemned to die.

I burrowed into my pillow letting its softness soothe away the haunting thoughts.

“Yo, Tony,” Dirk whispered. “Man, I was having a nightmare.”

“I could tell.” I whispered back.

“I dreamt I was getting jolted in the chair.”

“You deserve it, nigga,” I joked.

“See you up talking smack.” His tone soothed me somehow as I felt a delightful daze come over me.

Dirk slid down from his cot and walked over to the toilet.

He was pissing, but I was fighting sleep hard.

He walked back to his cot, but instead of climbing up he sat down beside me and started rubbing my ass with his hot hand.

“Yeah, you talking smack.” He slid his hand under my cover and began to rub my ass and probed my asshole with his fingers.

I sighed as the first feeling of desire crept into my loins.

“You like talking smack, don’t you,” he nibbled in my ear, his hot breath tickling the fine hairs on my neck.

I could hear him opening something. By the smell of it, I could tell it was hair grease. He inserted a slippery finger up in me, but the stuff was so cold I tensed my ass muscle around his finger to warm it up. Dirk slid in two, one by one, in and out of my ass.

“Since you like talking so much smack, I’m gonna put a hurtin’ on this phat ass, here.”

He slid under the covers. He put me on my side and introduced his hardened dick to my soft asshole. I pulled my leg up to invite him in more. He grabbed my hips to get a firm grip. I turned onto my stomach, pulling him onto me with my leg, needing to feel his whole weight on me as he fucked me. His dick slid all the way in. I felt no pain, just a stretching as my walls expanded to accommodate the thickness of him. I buried my head into my and closed my eyes, enjoying the full sensation of being fucked by my cellmate.

The heat of his dick and of my phat rabbit melted the hair grease into something enchanting, driving me and him into pure ecstasy. Dirk started to go deeper, banging my walls up. I submitted, totally relaxed, and thought about his large member sliding in and out of me.

“You like talkin’ all that shit, huh?” His voice thick with sex.

I began to buck, moving my ass in a circular motion. Making sure to please him, letting him know if he wanted to pull the trigger, I didn’t mind being “married ‘n shit.”

He started to hit something up in me, that spot, making me feel like I was going to bust a nut, a bladder, and my soul. Shit!

I couldn’t believe what was happening!

My body convulsed. My ass just sucked in his whole dick, like balls deep with both balls.

I’d lost control of my body [my nutt] as waves of pleasure swept up and down my body like a scan. And Dirk grunted as he busted.

Then we both chilled, though I was a little freaked out how I bust a nut without touching myself.

In the darkness of the chilly morning, Dirk wrapped his strong arms around me as we both drifted off to sleep.

I was up for parole in 6 months. And if I didn’t get into trouble, I knew I could get time served for good behavior. But I knew I had to watch my ass ‘cause sometimes niggas intentionally cause shit when brothas are up for parole just so they can catch some more time. And I wasn’t trying to spend any more time in that bitch than what I already had!

“Yo man,” Dirk said to the morning after we woke up again. “Let’s grub.”

“Aiight, yo. Let me wash my ass ‘n shit, aiight. I don’t want your babies to be running out of me while I’m trying to eat.”

Dirk grinned and rolled out.

I thought about that thick dick of his up in me. I knew I had to get fucked again before the night was out!

The cafeteria was noisy as usual. Niggas was acting like animals for real. Think old-school, inner-city high school on pizza day, but on another level!

Damn, it was true about Bo. I thought when I looked over and saw him holding hands with this brotha with five consecutive life sentences under his belt. He really was somebody’s girl now.

I went through the line with my tray to get that shit they called food.

I looked for Dirk thereafter, where he was sitting next to a new brotha who looked like he just sat down.

He was pretty and shit with his yellow skin and curly hair. And for some reason, I just started trippin’. Feeling jealous about Dirk showing him some shine.

“Move along.” The CO snapped me out of the emotional coma I was in.

I walked over to where they were and said “wassup” to the newbie.

“Just chillin’, kid.” He nodded.

“Yo, Tony, this is the cat I was telling you about that had the all-night shop up in Harlem.”

My eyes bulged because this nigga was big time in the drug world, but I expected him to be or look like something else.  

“Oh, you must be Angelo.” I said.

He frowned but kept on eating and kept looking at me like he saw something he didn’t like.

“Dirk, man. Put me down with the brothas who like to slob on the knob like corn on the cob.” Angelo hissed.

My heart started pounding. I drunk a gallon of nutt last night.

Dirk grabbed his dick. “I’ll put you on, later, man.”

Angelo put some more food in his mouth. He looked straight at me and tugged on his dick. Damn, if I don’t check this nigga he is going to be trouble!

“Yo, why you keep on eyeballin’ me ‘n shit?” I questioned.

As if he was expecting my reaction, he calmly said, “For real, I don’t like faggot-ass motherfuckers like you eating at the same table with me.”

I lunged across the table. I tried to bang him in his mouth, but Dirk caught me with a right hook that laid me out flat.

I was stunned. I couldn’t believe Dirk hit me!

All hell broke loose after that. Niggas were kicking and trying to get at my face. The only thing I could do was curl into a ball and wait for backup to arrive.

“Break it up!” The COs yelled.

When they pulled me to my feet, my lip had been busted and my eye started to swell. I lunged at Dirk and Angelo out of pure emotion, but the guard pulled me away and confined me to my cell.

I was washing my face for the umpteenth time pressing the ice pack to my bruises when Dirk returned.

I couldn’t even look him in the face. Fuck you!

“Yo Tony, I know you don’t understand why I hit you. But for real, though, I care for you. That nigga Angelo got some mad connections. Check this out, kid. That nigga can really have somebody smoke your ass up in this joint. I tried to talk to him. Tried to explain some things to him, but he wasn’t trying to hear none of that. That nigga said the only way he was going to lay off of you is if he gets his dick wet.”

I turned away, fighting back tears.

Dirk grabbed me, forcing me to look at him. I was forced to admit that meant it was me. I was shocked because it also meant that he had to admit to Angelo that Dirk and I rapped.

“Dirk, I don’t wanna hear this shit anymore, okay.”

“Yo for real, Tony. You’re gonna have to do it. You’re gonna have to suck his dick and whatever else he got in mind.” Dirk paused. “Get yourself together ‘cause he’s rolling through after lights out. I’ll be in his cell.”

Dirk turned. I saw the pain in his face, but I felt it in his voice when he turned the corner and shouted “Dammit!” in the corridor.

I curled up in my bed and waited for nightfall.