Love and a Gangsta. Erick S Gray
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and lips neared her pussy.
I don’t normally be eating out pussy, but I was willing to go all the way with her. She trusted me and was giving me something she couldn’t take back.
I gradually opened up the lips between her young thighs with my tongue and mouth. With my head nestled between her warm thighs my tongue began piercing into her, and she released enough juices for me to drink.
“Ooh… Ah… Ooh yes this feels real good oh… Oh yes!”
America gripped my head and held it in place. With her thighs clamped around my ears, she dug her nails into my shoulders and screamed, “Jesus Christ…Oh God yes!”
I looked up and smiled when I saw her beautiful eyes rolled back in her head. I smiled when all I saw was pure ivory. My dick never felt so hard I thought it was about to rip through my boxers. America looked like she was still in la-la land after my licking. I stood up dropped my jeans, soon afterwards my boxers fell. I stared at America in all her glory and held my big black dick.
America’s eyes were wide when she saw my erection ready for action. She was beautiful, and untouched. And my dick was extra fucking hard with just that thought alone.
“You got condoms right?”
“Yeah.”
I went into my pants pocket on the floor and removed a box of Magnums. I hastily tore the box open, removing a condom and ripped it open. Then I rolled the condom back on my thickness, and climbed atop positioning myself between her inviting thighs. She was tight I tried to slide right into her, but it wasn’t happening. America gasped and grabbed my shoulders. I held my weight off of her, and continued to ease inches of myself into her. It was pleasurable but it was work.
“Ouch ugh… Oh shit! Omar slower… Oh baby, baby please, it’s too big!”
Her eyes were tightly shut while her nails dug into my shoulders. I pushed a few more inches into her, slowly opening her bit by bit. I could feel her juices all over me. It took an hour of slow pushing before finally getting into my rhythm. A few more minutes and her hot, tight love-box caused an immense explosion like I never felt before. We didn’t have sex for another two months after the first time. America proved to be worth the wait.
Lying in my bunk staring at her photo thinking about the first time we had sex got me hard. My hand was in my pants holding my thick, pulsating dick. I was slowly jerking-off and staring at America’s picture.
“You ‘bout to see home soon, and be in some pussy again, and you in here beatin’ off. Go head wit’ that, Soul,” my cellmate, Rahmel interjected.
“Yo, this shit feel like a fucking dream, son. I can’t believe a nigga’s ‘bout to go home,” I said.
“Soul, you gettin’ your freedom again, and your woman stayed by your side and held you down for four years. You’re a blessed man. What’s the first thing you gonna do when you get out?”
“Shit, I’m gonna take my woman and fuck her till my dick can’t work anymore. And then I’m gonna wake up and do it all over again. I gotta make up for long lost time.”
Rahmel laughed.
“You think I’m joking. I’m backed up. Shit, I’m ‘bout to put in some work.”
Rahmel took a seat on the bottom of my cot. He hunched over with his elbows pressed against his knees, fingers clasped together, and looked at me with some importance deep in his gaze.
“You got a second chance at life. Soul, I envy you, man. I got another five years behind these walls. Been denied parole three times because of violence in my past. The system doesn’t think I’m ready to be released early, ain’t that some shit… white man judging my rehabilitation, like he God and shit. Being in here, they take everything from you. Shit, Soul, I miss the touch, the smell, the feel, and even the taste of a woman. My wife died when I was five years in this hellhole, they wouldn’t even let me attend her damn funeral. They said I was a threat to society. Now my daughter’s gone, her grandmother had some nerve, moving my little girl to Texas. How she gonna take the only thing a man has left, and move her a thousand miles away. I know I’ve told you this before, but I feel you need to hear it again, Soul.”
“I guess I can take you one more night, Rah.”
“In here you got nothing, but out there, you got everything to look forward to. I spent fifteen years trying to be a father to my daughter behind these walls… Impossible. I missed my daughter’s first steps, her first words, and her first day of school, cause I’m contained miles away from her like some fuckin’ animal allowing for our children to make the same mistake we made.”
“I hear you Rah.”
“Do right by America, Soul. And don’t come back to this place. You got many talents, take advantage of them. And you’re fortunate to have a love one waiting for you behind these walls. Don’t make her do time with you ever again. She doesn’t deserve it. Every strong black woman deserves her man by her side, not on the inside. It’ll be hard Soul, but don’t be discouraged. You’re gonna have some challenges come your way… Challenges make life interesting. Overcoming them makes life meaningful. Take that with you when you leave this place and please stop jerking off now.”
I nodded. Rahmel got so deep that when he talked to you, you just shut up and listen. An O.G from South Jamaica, Rahmel was in his mid thirties, and well respected wherever he went. He used to kick knowledge to his little brother, Omega and me, history, current events, politics, and science. I mean shit that you thought he didn’t know anything about he would lecture it to us once in a while. But when beef came around, you saw a different side of him then. It was the side of him that got him locked up.
Back in the fall of 1990 Rahmel caught two bodies on Guy R. Brewer and South Road. One was a cop. I was ten when he was sentenced. In the beginning, Omega took it hard we both looked up to Rahmel. He used to call me his little brother and always treated me like family.
“Soul spit a lil’ sump’n for me, since this being your last night in here,” he said.
“No doubt, what you wanna hear?”
“Sump’n to keep me up,” he smiled.
“Yo, yo, yo, as I sit alone and try to keep my head above the sky, insecurity got my mind blackened like a soulless child. I do my best to keep my head above the rest, when I feel too stressed, I break down and cry like the rest. Sometimes I feel my life is lost, everything I achieve comes wit’ a cost. Wanna ball my fist and come storming out with full force, show the world that I’m much more than a ghetto ugly child. Got a few friends that I trust, while the rest I give dap to and keep tabs on the most. Determination in these eyes you see, bleed, seek richness and greatness with every breath that I breathe. My life was ignorant in my past, sex, drugs, and uneducated, I see why the white man laugh. My heart dies every time I get disrespected by my own kind, wish it was peace back on the block, when these fools’ attitude is misery and just don’t give a fuck, make this buck and shoot everything up! I wish the Lord’s hands could come down and wash me from all my sins, but I feel the power of the devil sometimes possessing me within. Telling me it feels good son, damn, kill them niggas and hit them tight skins again. It’s outrageous how some of us became so weak within!”
“Yeah, preach young blood, preach on. Follow your heart, believe in yourself and Him and the Lord will lead you from there,” Rahmel said giving me dap. “Look out for my brother, Omega once you get home.”
“True indeed, Rah. I’ll make good on my word.”
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Strong people surmount obstacles,
struggle against adversity and survive...
America
I glanced at the time for the umpteenth time in one hour. The seven-hour trip to Malone, New York was tiresome, but I didn’t do it alone. My girl, Joanna