The Cut: A Prison Story

I felt trapped like an animal in here. Prison reduces brothas down to animalistic levels. We’re divided into predators and prey.

I laid back in my cot thinking about the past year. Wondering how I ended up in here! I lost my car, my money, my manhood, and even my girl! For what! Nothing I was doing before I came here even made sense now.

Some nigga was yelling, “Hey Poochie?” over and over again in the cell from afar.

I looked out and realized how crazy this place was. We were caught up in the madness and we were supposed to be kings.

“Shut the fuck up, nigga.” I yelled.

“Fuck you!” The answer came hurling back through the prison walls.

“What’s your beef now, nigga?” Donte asked as he crept into my cell.

“That crazy nigga in Cell J been yellin’ all morning.”

“Yeah, that bitch is crazy as hell.” Donte flashed his gold tooth cheesing.

“Nigga, I know you don’t come over here unless it’s a booty call, but you know it’s too early in the day for that.” No privacy. That said, it didn’t stop my asshole from tingling at the package he was carrying.

Donte was chestnut brown and built. What I liked most about him was his sexy voice, resonant like the rapper Tone Loc, all black, all man with a gangsta twist.

“For real, G. We can rap in one of the stalls in the bathroom.” He said tugging on that big dick.

I could already feel that hot dick sizzling in my mouth. “Yo, I want you to bust a nut in my mouth.”

“Nah, nigga, I want to run up in dat sweet phat rabbit, aiight. Bring the lube, and let’s bounce!”

I sat down on the toilet. Donte got in front of me. I tugged the bulged and bit it through his pants. The smell of fresh cotton and the feel of a hard dick in my mouth caused me to get rock hard. I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His cotton briefs were springtime fresh. His mannish smell tickled my nose. I pulled down his underwear unable to resist anymore.

His dick was good and plenty; long and smooth with only the underside of his unusually fat urethra sticking out.

I rubbed it against the side of my face, then nibbled on the head to sample.

Damn, the dick was sweet! Salty and sweet. He began to rock back and forth wanting his dick wet.

I licked his hairy balls and licked the crease between his sack and thigh, welcoming a little love juice to ooze onto the side of my face. I licked the tip of his dick. I tickled the head with my tongue. All around us niggas were making noise, but I was focused on this dick.

I took about half of it in my mouth and he began to fuck my throat with the rest of it. I looked up, eyeballing the crease in his forehead. I then put my real moves on that dick. His legs tensed, easing up knowing he was about to bust.

I stood up and pulled my pants down. Donte spread a little grease on my hole.

He kissed the back of my neck and nibbled on my ear. I loved the feel of his hot minty-fresh breath and hard body against me.

I bent just so to give him access to what he came to me for.

He pressed the head into my softness and gently slid in. He burrowed and inched forward because it started stinging. Donte kept forward, forcing me into the partition.

“Nigga, you like this dick,” he asked ramming it up inside me.

I started pulling on my stick and moaned, “Yeah, yo!”

Donte was trying to force me through the wall of the stall each time he rammed his dick into me.

Then Donte switched up, taking me to town with these deep circular motions that hit the spot. My asshole was crazy tingling and my load about to go.

He kissed the back of my neck and started ramming his hard steel back up in my soft tight asshole.

“Yo,” Donte whispered. “I’m about to uncork hard, G.”

And then, I felt waves of his hot juices flood up in me. His body spasming two or three times. He stayed inside of me as I busted my nut.

As crazy as it might sound, I realized then I would miss times like these when I got released.