The Cut: A Prison Story

The buzzer rang. I organized my work area and started back to my cell.

As I walked down the passageway, I noticed a decent-looking, dark-skinned brotha leaning against the wall next to the door leading to the stairwell. He wasn’t a thick guy. He was what the POD would describe as skinny/muscular, in full display in his white T-shirt and sweatpants hanging off his ass. His narrow face was not exactly fine, and yet very handsome in its sexual allure. His beard outlined his jaw in dark narrow bands and his very thick jet-black eyebrows gave him a look as if he could eat pussy anytime anywhere.

Our eyes met and locked. I noticed his hand tugging at his dick. In my mind, I could already taste that sweet meat.

“Wassup with you,” his voice asked deep and raspy.

“Just chillin yo. On my way back to the crib.”

“Mind if I walk you back?”

“Nah,” I answered in a way that told him no, but I was still interested anyhow.

“Respect. Respect.” He repeated. “Check dis out, though. My name is Jamal. Come with me up the stairs and let me walk you through paradise.”

We walked into the stairwell. Someone had turned the lights off. The sounds of fucking filled the voids. I felt Jamal behind me as we rounded the corner. I turned around in the dark. I felt his mouth seeking mine. His lips were soft. We started kissing hard. I rubbed his back and shoulders. He started rubbing my back and that phat rabbit of mine. My body found his dick. He was already stiff and ready to go.

I gently massaged it in my palms, noticing the extra skin. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his sweatpants down with his underwear. I licked those balls and the crease of his legs. I started licking the shaft making my way to the head. I reached the head and gently pulled back the skin, taking the whole head into my inviting mouth.

Sucking it and tickling the sensitive underside with my tongue, I found his precum sweet.

He pulled me up to my surprise, turned me around, and began to pull my pants down. He then started kissing the back of my neck, making his way down to my ass, and then he did what no dude had ever done before: He parted my cheeks and began to probe it with his tongue. Probing, circular licks and sticks vibrated into tingles throughout my soul. This nigga was trying to push his tongue all the way through me! I never wanted to be fucked more badly than I did right now.

As if reading my thoughts, he stood up and inserted the flared head of his dick against my hungry hole. It felt so good as he eased into me. He pushed all the way in. Deep and hard, I felt his hot breath on my neck, heartbeat on my back. He was fucking me like a bitch in the dark and I happily couldn’t get enough! The steady pounding matched a tingle in my ass, that thing that let me know I was about to bust.

Shit like that never happened before!

Jamal changed the pace. He began taking these long, deep slow strokes. The waves of pleasure that swept over me brought tears of joys to my eyes as I bust a fat juicy nut. With that, I felt his hot juices flood through my guts.

He whispered in my ear after pulling out. “Aiight. Nice giving you the tour, kid.”

We both disappeared into the dark to other adventures.