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  “Naw bitch,” Raheem spit the words. “You gonna take every drop of this nut.”

  Raheem stroked in and out of Xavier’s hot mouth until his body shuddered as the waves of arousal crashed into him. His body stiffened. His dick went rigid and pulsed. The sweet nectar of the jail house hoodlum filled Xavier’s mouth to the brim. All Xavier could do was take it.

  Raheem shook uncontrollably for a second as the last drop eased from his dick. He pulled his still hard dick from Xavier’s mouth, went to his knees and pressed his lips forcibly against Xavier’s.

  Surprise was superseded by shock as Raheem darted his hot tongue into Xavier’s cum filled mouth. He licked and sucked at Xavier’s mouth, taking in his own seed. After what seemed like an eternity of kissing, Raheem pulled back with Xavier’s bottom lip firmly wedged between his teeth. He let go and looked at Xavier with the most haunting and sexual stare.

  Xavier sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, until words finally came. “That was some freaky ass shit.”

  Raheem only smiled. He came in, and pressed his closed lips against Xavier’s again. But this time he put his hand on Xavier’s chest and pushed him back on the ground. He took Xavier by the hips and forced him to his stomach. It was happening all so quick that Xavier’s head spun.

  “Wait, what the fuck you doing?”

  Raheem yanked the back of Xavier’s pants down, revealing a pair of almond toned ass cheeks. “Oh, this ass is mine, nigga. You bout to get fucked.”

  “Oh, naw,” Xavier protested. “Get the fuck—”

  The words cut off and quickly turned to moans of pleasure as Raheem pried Xavier’s ass cheeks apart and buried his tongue as deep in his hole as he possible could.

  Xavier squirmed and moaned at the alien sensation. Sometimes his hips bucked back into Raheem’s mouth and sometimes he clenched. Raheem eased back and smacked the shit out of his ass cheek.

  “Calm that ass down, nigga,” Raheem ordered. “I could get this ass ready or I could just fuck you until you can’t walk no damn more. Feel me?”

  Xavier let the tension flow from his body and Raheem went back to tongue fucking his ass. It was a different sensation but it felt good. Xavier loved the way Raheem hands felt against his flesh and how his dreads tickled at the small of his back.

  It got to feeling so good that Xavier didn’t even realize he was moaning in pleasure. “Yea nigga,” Raheem said. “That ass getting good and open. You craving this dick, I know.”

  “Oh my God,” Xavier moaned under his breath as he pushed his ass back against Raheem’s face. “What the fuck.”

  “Yea nigga,” Raheem said. He sat up and rubbed his dick up and down the crack of Xavier’s ass. “You ready for this dick nigga?”

  Xavier moaned. The feel of Raheem’s hot flesh pressed against his drove him crazy. Then he felt Raheem’s hand crash back down on his ass, the painful sting shocking his nerves.

  “Bitch, I asked you a question. Now answer me. Are you ready for this dick?”

  “Yes,” Xavier said, his voice little more than a trembling whimper.

  Raheem rubbed his dick over Xavier’s wet hole. “Nigga, I didn’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” he said, slightly louder.

  Raheem took the thick head of his meat and pressed it at Xavier’s wanting hole. He pressed forward until Xavier’s ass stop clenching and then he pulled back.

  “Nigga, I don’t think you want this dick.”

  “I do,” Xavier pleaded. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel every inch of your inside me.”

  Xavier heard the words but didn’t believe they had come from his mouth. He was totally caught up in the lust filled situation. Reasoning had no place then and there. He just wanted to get fucked by the sexiest, most dangerous nigga in the prison, Raheem.

  Raheem climbed on top of Xavier. His chest pressed against Xavier’s back and his dick slipped between his ass cheeks. The head of his dick lined up perfectly with his virgin hole. Raheem bit at Xavier’s ear as he grinded his hips into Xavier.

  It only took a few strokes for the head to pop in. Xavier face contorted in a pain and pleasure as his mouth dropped open. His eyes rolled back and his eye lids snapped shut. He gasped and moaned as Raheem worked his hips and wormed inch after thick inch inside his hole.

  Xavier pressed his hands back on Raheem’s hip. “Wait.” He gripped at his flesh, letting him know to be still. The thickness was catching up with the primal urge and desire. Xavier’s ass clenched and loosed around the thick shaft. He did it over and over again until a heavy sigh left his body.

  With his free hand, Xavier pushed off the cement onto all fours. He slowly let go of Raheem’s hips and pushed back on the inmate’s dick. Every nerve ending in his tight, virgin ass fired like bottle rockets. Xavier’s body shuddered from overstimulation.

  Raheem’s hands gripped at Xavier’s waist tightly. He struggled not to slam the length of his dick into Xavier’s ass. It took everything in him not to just pound away.

  “Oh my God, nigga,” Raheem said, breathing heavily. “Oh my God. This ass is just—”

  His voice trailed off as he continued to bury the length of his thickness into Raheem’s bowels. With every inch, he’d pull out a little before pressing more in.

  Xavier whimpered under the anal assault. He was sweating his ass off trying to concentrate on the pleasure and not the pain. He took deep breaths and focused on the vision of Raheem and his body flexing while fucking him. The pain he felt slowly began to melt into a lingering sensation of arousal and lust. The steady and firm pressure on his prostate felt too good to ignore.

  Xavier began to push back against Raheem. He couldn’t help but move faster and faster.

  “Damn, this ass is tight as fuck, nigga,” Raheem moaned. “I’m sorry but I got to fuck you my dude.”

  Raheem rammed his swollen dick deep inside of him, until his nuts slapped against Xavier’s. He bucked and screamed cuss words as he plowed his ass.

  Xavier was in a state of euphoria. His dick was brick hard and his ass hole felt like it was on fire. He reached down and gripped his dick. His ass clenched each time he stroked his own dick.

  “You bout to make me bust again, nigga! DAMN!”

  Raheem threw his head back and fucked Xavier’s ass with short, violent thrusts. The last two strokes were the hardest; he buried himself deep in Xavier’s bowels and released his seed. Each shot sent a mind numbing shudder of pleasure reverberating through his sweat slicked body.

  Xavier’s abused holed clamped around Raheem’s dick, pulsating with each wave of his own orgasm as he stroked his seed out onto the cold concrete ground.

  The two of the them laid there, Raheem on top of Xavier, for a moment. Slowly, Raheem’s dick softened and eased from Xavier’s used hole. Cum and ass juices leaked from his body.

  “Was that shit good?” Raheem asked, his lips inches from Xavier’s ear.

  Xavier didn’t speak. He moved to get up. Raheem got out of his way. The both of them stood and began to dress. An eerie silence fell in the room. Xavier even avoided eye contact.

  Raheem was dressed first, he stood by the door, waiting, looking.

  With a loud sigh, Xavier straightened up and went towards the door. He kept his eyes on the knob and away from Raheem. But just as he reached to open the door, Raheem stood in front of him.

  “At 9:15, be on the tier.”

  Xavier looked up at Xavier with a look of utter confusion on his face. Before he could get a chance to ask Raheem why, the inmate was out the door. They didn’t speak the whole way back to the block.

  Raheem played ball, watched TV and even got in a chess game with one of the old heads. Not once did he look back at Xavier. But Xavier’s focus was squarely on the boy.

  His ass ached and yearned to be filled again. He struggled to push away the shame, guilt and disgust that his intellect demanded. He just wanted to fuck again. For nearly three hours his dick pressed relentlessly against his pants as he sat at the stat
ion.

  At 9:10 on the dot, Raheem stood up, looked over at Xavier and made his way to his cell. Lights Out wasn’t until 9:30. Xavier looked around the cell block. Every other inmate was still relaxing and enjoying their rec time.

  9:12.

  Xavier watched the clock behind the desk. The second hand steadily ticked away. What Raheem had said to Xavier nagged at him. There was no way he would get a chance to take the young thug’s dick again, at least not tonight.

  9:13.

  Xavier stood up and went up to the second tier. Just as he rounded to the corner near Raheem cell the clock struck 9:15. Raheem’s door opened.

  BANG! BANG!

  What sounded like gun shot rang in the air. Xavier crouched down. He looked over at Raheem in the door. The inmate waved him over. Xavier scurried into the cell, kicking the door shut behind him.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

  Raheem shrugged nonchalantly. “Them niggas crazy. They got a gun. Talking about a strike because of the food and shit.”

  Xavier listened but was still in shock. He didn’t process what Raheem had said. “WHAT?!”

  “We bout to be on lock down,” Raheem answered. “Who knows for how long.”

  Raheem pulled at his waistband and let his soft, heavy meat hang over. He stepped up to Xavier and smiled.

  “Go ahead and suck it, we got time now.”

  Raw Riot

  Shock and horror gripped Xavier. He hopelessly stared out the small window of Raheem Jones’ cell. His heart beat so hard that he clenched at his chest to make sure it didn’t burst through his ribcage. Pure chaos had erupted throughout the cell block. The shit had literally hit the fan.

  Inmates roamed the tiers and filled the gallery. They moved as if madness was a contagious disease that had spread like wildfire. Law and order had been assassinated by a frightening anarchy. Many of them seemed to have been consumed by rage. Xavier was sure it was all the pent up frustration of not having control over simple tasks like when to sleep or eat or shit for so long. Xavier knew the prison had been a powder keg since the moment he stepped through the doors a few months ago.

  Slowly, the mob of inmates began to focus their frenzy into barricading the large plexi-glass and steel door separating the block from the rest of the prison. Chairs, desks and the thirty some odd metal bunks in the gallery that were used to deal with overcrowding were hurled at the entrance. Xavier was surprised that no one got hit with the flying debris in the fray.

  From the corner of his eye Xavier saw movement at the guard station. A gang of inmates yanked the two guards from under the desks. Xavier was mortified. They manhandled the older guard and fondled the ghetto female guard with the gaudy jewelry. For a moment, Xavier forgot about his own impending danger and felt an unnerving fear for his coworkers.

  Nearly two hundred men called the cell block home. Many had been there for years. Most of them weren’t married and didn’t get conjugal visits. Xavier knew some of the men would literally kill for a taste and touch of pussy, even from the sloppily thick hood chick. Hell, many of them had been in jail over pussy and even more had done horrible things to poke another man’s ass even though they weren’t gay.

  “You needs to move your ass from that window, CO.”

  Raheem’s voice sent chills of surprise and excitement through Xavier. His body tensed and eased, responding to the deep timbre of the man child’s voice. The prison guard had felt hopelessly alone watching the world crumble right before his eyes. But he definitely wasn’t the only one in the cell. The embodiment of his forbidden lust was just a few feet away.

  Xavier looked back over his shoulder. His eyes bulged at the site of the prison thug nonchalantly playing with his dick. That long, thick pole poked menacingly from the slit of Raheem’s boxers. Temptation tensed and aroused the guard. Xavier’s libido had become so enraged that for just a moment, what was happening outside of the cell seemed a distant dream.

  Raheem gripped his lengthening manhood and stroked it. The motion was lazy and noncommittal. There seemed to be no end in mind. Almost as if the act seemed as natural as rubbing your stomach or scratching the top of your head. It was disturbingly hypnotizing. A savage lust burned in Xavier’s bowels and had his balls in a vice grip. His body wanted what his eyes had readily devoured.

  Shame and guilt derailed the euphoric sensation of desire that had trapped Xavier’s thoughts. He pulled his eyes away from Raheem’s slim, muscular form and stared down to the ground. Images of him getting dicked down by Raheem back in the storage room flooded his mind. Disbelief gripped him. Then there was anger. Yet, despite the internal struggle ripping at his conscience, Xavier couldn’t deny the strong urge he felt to go to the inmate. Faggot shit or not, he wanted the young banger and he wanted him bad.

  A loud crash against the door shook Xavier from his troubling thoughts and sent him tumbling down to the floor. Raheem didn’t flinch. He still palmed his pride and joy, stroking it in all its glory. Xavier slowly eased up the door towards the small window once he caught his breath and calmed his nerves.

  Groups of half naked men ran up and down the tier with shirts tied around their heads and metal poles in their hands. They’d somehow broken the carts used to move the TVs the local churches that recorded and played services for the men every Sunday afternoon. Pandemonium had consumed the block and now the savages had weapons; not just a gun.

  Raheem sat up on his elbows. The bed creaked under his weight. Xavier didn’t turn around. He could feel the young inmate’s piercing eyes burrowing a hole in the back of his skull.

  “How long you think you going be able to peek out that fucking window?” he asked. The bed creaked again. “You don’t think them niggas going to see that uniform? You need to back the fuck up, nigga.”

  Xavier closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold steel of the door. It was depressingly comforting to feel something besides fear. “Shut up, Jones.”

  “The fuck you just say to me?” Raheem hissed. Again, the bed squeaked but this time it was followed by a heavy thud on the ground. Raheem had jumped down from the bunk. “You must still think shit is sweet cause you got that uniform on, hunh? You don’t see what’s going on outside these doors, nigga?”

  “Jones,” Xavier began, “I told you to shut up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

  Raheem sucked his teeth and frowned dismissively. “Who the fuck you think you talking too, bitch? Don’t let these motherfucking oranges confuse your punk ass. I will end you, nigga. And won’t nobody pin your body on me. There’s a fucking riot going on.”

  Xavier shook his head. He was fed up. With his fist balled, Xavier pushed off the cell door to face the cocky inmate. The move was futile. Xavier didn’t move more than an inch from the steel door. Raheem slammed into the unsuspecting guard and his granite like forearm pressed against the nape of Xavier’s neck. Something sharp pressed against the CO’s side. Xavier froze.

  “What are you doing, Jones?” Xavier asked. The words were about as loud as a whisper. Fear danced across each syllable. “You kill me and you spend your life in prison. There aint no coming back from a murder rap.”

  Raheem laughed then he shrugged. “One of the first things I learned in this bitch was how to cut a nigga to make sure he knew I meant business but to make sure he aint die. Now I can make you bleed or I can make that ass feel good again. Your choice, CO. That ass still dripping, aint it?”

  Blood rushed to Xavier’s head. Anger and lust raged through every fiber of his being. He wanted to beat the shit out of Raheem but he also wanted to feel every inch of the thug’s dick pressed in his guts. The conflict Xavier felt burned at his chest. It seemed like he was breathing fire. He couldn’t say a word. It didn’t matter. Raheem didn’t wait for one.

  “Yea nigga,” Raheem hissed. “I know that ass is still wide open and wet with my seed.”

  Xavier closed his eyes. His head spun. Raheem’s scent and his insatiable sex drive were intoxicating. Xavier felt drunk and
high on the dope the blunt thug was dealing. In one quick, hard jerk, Xavier’s pants were yanked down to the middle of his thighs.

  “Shit,” Xavier moaned. “What…the…fuck!”

  It scared Xavier how quickly he had gone from being mad and ready to fuck up Raheem to wanting the inmate to fuck the shit out of him. The fear and lust proved to be a dangerous combination. And now, the danger was not just getting caught and fired. It was getting caught by inmates and then only God knows what else.

  “Your ass is freaked the fuck out, hunh?” Raheem asked. He didn’t wait for a response. It was more of an observation than a question. “My bitches all be freaked out, too. That’s how I keep ya’ll hoes in check. Make sure ya’ll crave this dick and make that ass submit.”

  Xavier heard the words. Flames of anger flared in his heart. But he didn’t move. He was wedged between a cold, steel door with his face pressed against the metal and Raheem’s firm, flexed hot body on his back. It was uncomfortable as hell but the rough finger circling and poking at his still wet hole had him still as a statue.

  Xavier’s ass tightened and loosened without rhyme or reason. He didn’t have control of his own body. Raheem was pulling all the strings. Then it happened. Xavier felt the slimy seed Raheem had shot in his ass less than an hour ago ease from his hole and run down the bottom of his ass cheek to his inner thigh.

  “Oh naw nigga,” Raheem began, his voice sounding angry. “You keep my babies up in that ass, boy. Tightened that ass up, nigga! Looks like your ass needs to be trained.”

  Raheem went to his knees and punched the back of Xavier’s knee caps with the palm of his hands. Then he reached up between Xavier’s legs and hooked his hands to Xavier’s hips. The CO’s ass stuck out; his hole fully exposed. It winked uncontrollably, tightening and loosening.

  Xavier struggled to maintain. His mind was going in a million directions. It was a dizzying experience. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to fight off Raheem’s advances. It wasn’t an issue of physical strength. Raheem just had some unnatural pull on him. That pull solidified with the next thing the deviant did.