You wanna know something? I guess you could classify me as a "Horny Virgin."
That's right. Me and Stoke never had sex. On prom night we did things close to it, but he said he didn't want to rush things.
Which pissed me off because I was horny as fuck. I was legit ready to spread my shit on the deadlocs. And the fact that he was packing a fat pickle in them pants he been wearing didn't help my hunger for him.
So now that I find myself in fucking jail, with no other way to get pleasure than to pleasure myself, I was frustrated.
My first time had almost been taken. I'm honestly still shook up about that but I'm glad I taught that fuck-nugget a lesson.
But now that I think about it, there was a Danny that went to school with us in highschool. I wonder...
Any who, I'm fucking horny.
And I can't do shit with Uzi in the fucking room watching me like a hawk. Since the incident with me fighting, he hasn't let me out of his sight once. Even when his favorite guard comes to our cell, he barely pays attention to him anymore.
The kiss we shared that day is still on my mind though. It's not like I didn't like it. I enjoyed it actually. But I don't know what that makes us. I like Uzi alot but I can't see myself with anyone other than Stokeley. And I hate that nigga still.
But I love him 😖.
I'm hoping Uzi doesn't catch feelings for me, because I'll have to put him down, and I don't wanna be mean to him.
We gotta talk about this...
"Uzi, Can we talk?" I started.
He looked up from where he was laying on the bed and sat up.
"Yeah. What's up?" He asked.
I calmed myself down and looked him in the eyes. "Uzi, I like you alot, and you mean a lot to me. You've helped me out in ways that others can't. And I really appreciate you." I said.
"I think I know where this is going." He replied. I turned away and looked at our cell door.
"If it's about that kiss, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He said, tilting my face back his way.
I swear for a short ass nigga he be giving me certain vibes.
"I enjoyed the kiss, Uzi. But there is something I feel like you should know. There is, well, was someone in my life. I care about him alot. In fact, I love him. And I'm sorta hoping that we can fix our mangled relationship once I get outta here." I admitted. I was biting my lip while looking at him and he just looked at my face and nodded.
"Hey, I get it. It's tough out here. You aren't obligated to do shit for me." He said, ruffling my hair. We laughed and talked for about ten minutes before a thought came to my mind.
"So... Who's the guard?" I stood up getting a small ball from beneath my pillow and throwing it and catching it.
He frowned a little before realisation hit him. His frown turned bashful and he looked away.
"H-him? Oh he's just been here since I first got here. I-i guess he just took a liking to me." He muttered the last part but I heard him clearly.
I threw the ball at his head and he yelped.
"Nigga I need details the fuck. Name, dob, all that shit." We both laughed, Uzi still holding his head and me holding my stomach. I love how I can just be comfortable around him.
"Okay okay! Shit. Keep your voice down. Prisoners and guards aren't allowed to interact like this."
He spoke. He stood up and grabbed me by my shoulders and sat me back down next to him.
"Okay speak." I nudged him. He cleared his throat.
"His name is Jordan. He's been here almost as long as I have. He's amazing. He helped me get over what happened between me and Diego, and he transferred Diego to a better place than this. He should be out now." As he spoke I noticed his eyes get soft. A small smile played on his face. I couldn't help but smile too. Uzi is such a cool person, he deserves the world. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into a small hug.
"Now that I think about it, why are you here Uzi? What did you do?" I asked him. He stared in space for a Second then looked away, sighing and beginning to speak.
"Sacrificial actions." He muttered. But I heard him clear enough to be shocked as fuck.
"Nigga huhh? You did what?" My voice had gotten noticeably higher and I scooted away from him a little. That creeped me the fuck out. I mean, I knew Uzi was weird but damn.
"Okay dumbass. It seems like I have to spell the shit out for you. I sacrifice things. People even. Though it hasn't been exactly proven yet that I did shit to people, my neighbors son caught me trying to steal their dog and his parents called the police. They came and got me before I could hide everything." He said. His face held anger and he looked disappointed in himself.
"What was it that they found? It couldn't have been that bad right?"
"They found the carcass of a dog that belonged to a family down the road from me. I had already sacrificed it. If I knew the police were coming I would've hid everything appropriately, but they didn't even give a nigga a chance." He huffed, standing up and grabbing the ball I had and squeezing it.
"Well shit Uzi it's okay. I'm pretty sure you'll be out in no time. When do you get out by the way?" I asked him.
"At this point I don't even know. It always changes with me. They can never make up their minds. I hope it's soon though. Then I can go see Diego and hang it with Jordan more." His eyes lit up at the thought of hanging with them and it made me smile a little.
Soon, a guard came up to the door and spoke.
"Symere Woods? You have a visitor." The guard said.
Uzi and I looked at each other with a matching confusion before he left the cell.
It was just me alone in there now, and my thoughts from earlier came back.
Now that Uzi was gone, that meant I had the cell to myself for a little while... 😉
I laid on the bed away from the door and stared at the ceiling. It's been a long time since I've pleasured myself and in all honesty I was extremely excited.
I closed my eyes and imagined Stokeley and I on our prom night. It was so sensual and lust filled. I enjoyed it a lot. The way his hands touched and caressed places that I've kept locked away from everyone else. The way his eyes locked on mine, the memory of the hunger he held in them sent shivers down my spine as I guided my hand down my pants to release the tension growing.
"Stokeley"
As I continued down memory lane, I relived the moment he undressed me of my tux that my mom gushed over just hours before. He took his time kissing over every inch of my body before flipping me onto my stomach and tugging off my boxers.
The thing he did next was out of this world. The feeling of a tongue on my hole made me moan in pure bliss and I could feel the cocky smirk on his face as I did so.
My hand went faster on my shaft as I relived the things he did to my body that night. Though we didn't go all the way, the fact that it was Stokeley doing these things to my body was enough for me.
My back arched off of the bed in my cell as I came closer to my climax. I used my other hand and brought my fingers to my mouth, placing them in to muffle my moans and maybe for another thing to relive from that night.
Basically for those who don't understand, I sucked the soul outta his body that night as well.
And he pulled my hair hella hard too like damn papi😩
"Oh shit, I'm close. Oh- fuck~" I mumbled through my fingers as I came. It was the first time in a fucking while so when I tell you that I was sensitive as FUCK.
I forgot what it felt like to come. It was such a pleasurable experience that I almost wanted to go for another round. But I'm a nigga and I can't jump back like that.
Removing my hand from my trousers, I looked down at all the cum I ejaculated.
Damn this a big ass mess I gotta clean up.
I heard Ayleks was about to catch some hands👀👀👀
Lmao but anyways I finally got an iPhone and it's hard to get used to sometimes so sorry for the wait.
This story is a fucking flop anyways so I'm pretty sure you Gus don't give a fuck lmao. 😂
Anyways don't forget to like and comment. And I need a friend someone be my friend please cuz imma kill meself.
BYE❤️❤️❤️💕