Incarcerated

Memory Lane

"Time for count. Out your cells!" A passing guard yells. I stumble out of my bunk to stand next to my cell mate, Black. As usually my dick is brick hard and the male guard passes by looking at it in disgust. "38, 39" he yells. After count is done We both retreat back into our cell, I walk over to the sink and begin to brush my teeth.

While Black drops to his knees, releasing his breakfast from the confines of my bleach white boxers, My body tingled as his mouth stretched around my slab of meat. I trained him early to bust this dick at the start of the morning. I found it made my day go smoother. "Mr. Thomas, what's going on here?" the Warden says walking into my cell.

"What you mean?" I asked, He clears his throat and I turn back to look at him staring down at Black with a mouth full of me. With a straight face I ask him, "You want to do it in place of him."

The Wardens face frowns but he stays silent. "Look you have be more cooperative with the guards, you can't be round here acting as though you running the prison. You are IN prison!" I turned around and faced him "Am I not?" I asked him with a grin.

The Warden didn't say a word. So I waited, just staring at him as Black jacked my dick with his mouth. Finally he said "Apparently not."

As my body shuddered as I release my testicular fluids into Blacks jaws. He pulled my dick out his mouth clean as it went in. Then got up and sat on the bunk quietly. "This is MY prison, I'M running this place and you're a prisoner who needs to obey the rules and regulations that are in place." the warden so kindly reminded me. "Well OK. Thanks for that information." I said calmly. He smiled and walked out my cell.

I got my jumper And headed towards the showers before breakfast, didn't want to be dirty as I ate. As I moved thru the line I told one of the servers to pass along a message to the cook. "Tell him I said put him near the light." The servers nodded his head as I moved down the line. I got to my table with my crew. We ate and talked shit about nothing. What we wanted to do when we get out. My main focus was going to be taking back my position in the gang.

As they talked I sat back, reminiscing about how back in the day, G2 showed up to my house one day when I was a teenager around 2am; knocking on my window. I slide up the window, "What's up Gen?" "Let me in he ordered. "For what?" I asked but he just stared at me. "Come to the back door." I told him before disappearing from the window. I walked through the house opening up my back door, there he stood looking at me standing there in my boxers. "You not go invite me in?"

"Come in." I said quietly, not trying to wake up my mom.

"Where your room?" He asked. I turned and walked down the hall with him following behind me. As we walked in my room, I laid across my bed and he sat in the chair across from my bed. I switched on the TV and watched it quietly. "So what you been up to man, I see you ain't really moved Up in the gang." G2 asked.  "I been around, just ain't really been that active." I replied.

"Man don't be trying to drop out the gang, we'd have to kill you." He said walking over and sitting on my bed. "You don't mind do you?" "Naw you cool." "I need a place to sleep tonight, my girl trippin and shit." I looked over at him with a plain face. "And you choose here? I barely even know you like that."

Gen2 started laughing, "Right but I'm comfortable with you, Plus you sucked my dick remember." I quickly sucked my teeth and told him.

"Never repeat that shit!" I snapped, as he started laughing, "My fault young blood." He chuckled while he stood up from my bed, removing his shirt, then his pants. My eyes grew large as I watched him unveil this magnificent body, I was nervous at the same time because our passed interactions but he sat down back on my bed. G2 must could sense this; "I just needed to get comfortable." He confessed. We laid head to toe, his head were by my feet.