The Cut: A Prison Story

Eggs, Cream of Wheat, and toast for breakfast—again.

The food here in prison wasn’t shit, but it was better than going hungry. The clamor of the 700 guys in my POD was deafening. Prison populations were broken up into what they call pods. My POD was the smallest of them, meaning we were less guarded than niggas that were on lockdown or solitary confinement.

Everybody in jail either played cards or hooped when they weren’t lifting. I lifted too, but in the evening, after the end niggas in charged had finished for the day.

The only reason I was pussy was because I had a phat rabbit, another name for booty or bussy in prison. I’d admit. My ass was phat, plump and round just the way they liked it. Outside of that, I was just as muscled as any other nigga up in the joint.

I noticed the morning air was cool as I made my way to the main yard. The game had already begun. Travis was a team captain. Black was the other. I watched as Travis flexed his beautiful, inked body. The sweat caused it to glisten in the sunlight. Travis was especially cut meaning his muscles carried more definition than normal, like being a bodybuilder without being a bodybuilder. He and Black jostled for position. Both men intent upon beating the other. Travs was fine, I thought to myself. He had short kinky hair, and the bone structure of his narrow face was perfect. All black, all man. The sweat caused his gym shorts to cling to his legs revealing the print of dick.

My heart skipped a beat every time it swung as he jumped to block a basket. The nigga had it going on. All around, men were going about their day, doing what it took to survive in prison. Big chest, big arms everywhere. One night, I walked by and the print of Travis’ dick in his sweatpants was almost down to his knees.

The game ended. Black redeemed himself from yesterday.

I scanned the crowd looking for Dirk. Seeing him, I went over to where he was. I tried to kick some small talk with him, but he wasn’t interested today for some reason.

Dirk hailed from Alabama, and like most southerners he was very friendly. In fact, he was one of the few things I related to in prison. He invited me to play on his side in a game of spades and my day was spent sitting at the card table, but not saying much.

In the back of my mind, I knew I needed to take a shower. It was not safe to do that in the morning. Somebody could be settling debts or taking out revenge, or whatever. I usually showered around 3pm. Dinner was served at 3:30pm, and most niggas would have food on their minds instead of ass.

I made my way to the showers and stepped in. I noticed no one was there as usual.

Showers in prison offer no privacy. They were just shower heads lined up along the wall.

I turned on one of the showers and the warm water ease my mind as it washed away the frustrations of prison life for the moment. I closed my eyes to fully appreciate the only luxury in prison. Next thing I knew, someone grabbed me from behind and forced me against the wall. I struggled to see who it was, suddenly the person eased their grip.

I turned around feeling terrorized but making sure not to show it in my face. Showing fear to guys in prison was like showing fear to a dog. It guaranteed being bit.

“You don’t think I know when you take showers, my nigga?” Travis’ husky voice deep and sexy.

I didn’t say anything. He rubbed his dick over my hand. The feel of it was hot and hard. I knew I had to handle business. So, I dropped to my knees and began to suck the long black thing.

His dick wasn’t as thick as Black’s but it certainly was longer.

I sucked on his dick mad hard because I didn’t want him to fuck me raw.

“Yo, I got to go grub. I know you want this stick. Stand up, turn around, and let me run up in that phat rabbit for a quick minute.” Sex was in his eyes.

I stood up slowly, like I was going to protest. Then I thought about it and reluctantly touched toes, showing as best I could I wasn’t a bitch and that I didn’t like that shit.

Travis eased his long black dick up in me. I winced as it stabbed the walls of my asshole. He was ramming it as far as he could go up in me raw with no real grease. The only thing I could do was squeeze the muscles in my ass for dear life, to please him so he would cum much faster. His precum with the water barely eased the friction as his dick sent tingles of delight up and down my spine as much as I hated to admit it.

He grunted and came, as I felt his hot juices squirt up in me.

Standing still—I guess to savor the moment—he abruptly withdrew his dick. He wiped it off in my crack and left the shower.

I felt his cum drained out of my ass as I finished up in the shower.