Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is more than likely deserved!
The HOLE/15 AFTER THOUGHTS
Pt-1 Piedmont Penitentiary...
Officer Malik Jones nervously sat outside Warden Dennis Ellis' office. He knew officer Peachtree was inside, telling Ellis what he saw the night before. Malik felt like a complete ass, putting his whole career in jeopardy for some dick (last chap).
He didn't understand what was wrong with him. He had a good job as a Philadelphia police officer, even had a good relationship with his captain and lover David L. McConnell (chap-8), but he gave it all up to work as a correctional officer just to be closer to an inmate. Was he sexually obsessed? Should he seek professional help?
"Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention, Peachtree. I won't forget this heads-up." said the Warden, standing in his doorway as he shook hands with the uniformed prison guard.
"Anytime, sir." said Peachtree, turning around. He spotted Malik sitting in the waiting room, waiting for his turn to see Ellis. Their eyes meet for a second. Peachtree smirked, then exited the officer without a word.
"Jones..., come into my officer please!" ordered Ellis. Malik felt his heart in his throat as he slowly got up from his seat, and walked to his doom. "Close the door." said Ellis, sitting behind his desk. "Have a seat." Malik did as told, taking a seat directly in front of the Warden. Ellis seemed to be busy writing something down in his files. He ignored Malik for several minutes, before closing the file and giving Malik his full attention. "Malik, is it? I hear that you have been exercising some extracurricular activities with the inmates during working hours after `lights out'. Is this true?"
"uh..., sir? I, uh.., yes." answered Malik, nervously.
"I've been going over your files, officer. Seems you were a cop in Precinct-23 for a number of years before up and quitting for some strange reason." Malik shifted in his seat. "You were scheduled for some psychic therapy by your commanding officer, -Captain McConnell, after witnessing a teen suicide during an undercover case."
"Sir..., may I ask where'd you get that file?" asked Malik, knowing his police records were supposed to be confidential.
"Did you do the therapy?" asked Ellis, ignoring Malik's question.
"No sir, I didn't."
"Why not? You're commanding officer thought it was necessary to schedule one. Did you disobey his order?"
"It was my understanding that it was a recommendation, not an order, sir." said Malik.
"Semantics." said Ellis, disregarding Malik's opinion. "Why did you quit the force?"
"Sir? To become a correctional officer, sir!" said Malik.
"So it wasn't because you were unable to fulfill your job obligations?" asked Ellis.
"Not at all, sir!" answered Malik.
"What was your relationship with your Captain?"
"Sir?"
"McConnell! How did you and Captain McConnell get along?"
"Sir..., what does my relationship with McConnell have to do with anyth..."
"Answer the question, officer!" insisted Ellis.
"uh..., he was my boss, sir. We had a good working relationship."
"So you didn't quit because of him?"
"No, sir. I didn't." said Malik.
"Explain to me why officer Peachtree caught you alone in sexual altercation with 2 inmates?" asked Ellis, sitting back in his seat. Malik gulped. He knew the question was coming, but he never could think up a reasonable response. "I'm listening..." added Ellis, impatiently.
"I, uh..., I never thought..., I didn't mean to, uh..., -I don't know sir." said Malik finally, lowering his head shamefully.
"So it's true?" asked Ellis, getting up from his seat to pace his officer.
"Yes, sir." answered Malik, meekly.
"Are you gay, officer Malik?"
"No, sir." answered Malik, instinctively. "I mean..., I don't know, sir." he corrected.
"Have you engaged in sexual activity with men outside the prison system?" questioned Ellis.
"Yes, sir." said Malik, his head hung low. He knew it wasn't looking good for him. Maybe he could get a job as a busboy, or a movie ticket taker?
"Do you have a girlfriend?" asked Ellis, somewhere out of sight.
"No, sir."
"Are you currently looking for one?"
"No, sir."
"Do you like fucking with men, Malik?"
Malik hesitated...
"Yes, sir." he answered truthfully, reluctantly.
"Should you stay a correctional officer, would you continue to have sex with inmates?" asked Ellis.
"No, sir." answered Malik, thinking of Marvin and feeling sadder.
"I see." said Ellis. "What do you think I should do with you, officer Malik?" he asked.
"I..., I dunno, sir." answered the officer, thinking firing.
"How about, -this?" asked Ellis, standing next to Malik. Malik lifted his head to see Ellis' thick 8 inch heavily hooded hardon staring him directly in the face. Malik looked up at the Warden questionably. "How bout showing me what you can do, officer..., give me a taste of what you gave those inmates!"
Malik looked back down at the 52 year old Warden's dick, and licked his lips. Ellis watched from above as Malik opened his mouth, and took his bloated dick into his mouth. Ellis didn't expect much from Malik for some reason, he got the impression that Malik had some deep rooted issues that needed addressing. He seemed withdrawn, shy, unimpressive, and meek. None of the traits Ellis looked for in a corrections officer. He wondered how Malik flew in under his radar? He never would hire an ex-cop with such a questionable psyche record. He figured he'd let the faggot officer suck his dick once real good before suspending him, pending termination due to investigation. But Ellis' mind changed when Malik surprised him, turning into an anaconda as he swallowed the Warden's entire 8 inch python.
"ummm..?" he moaned surprisingly, leaning back against his desk.
Malik followed him, bobbing his head back and forth as he sucked and swallowed the Warden's dick again and again. Ellis allowed his pants to his the floor around his ankles as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top button. Malik was on his knees, out of uniform and in his street clothes. He'd finished his shift a couple of hours ago, but was called back in from him into the Warden's office for a meeting. He knew instantly why. Peachtree made no bones about reporting the incident to the superior in the morning, despite Malik's pleas differently. Malik was willing to do anything to keep Peachtree from squealing, evening offering up sexual gratification to keep him quiet. But unfortunately Peachtree wasn't interested. He turned down Malik's offer to let him fuck him, for the option of telling the Warden everything. Malik went home that morning after his shift ended, hoping to have heard the end of it.
"Seems you've been practicing for awhile now, -officer Malik..." said Ellis, pleasantly surprised by the officer's expertise. "...I think we can lie to rest the question of your sexuality! Don't you think?"
Malik said nothing, for Ellis' dick was lodged deep within his stuffed throat. "I'm sure Captain McConnell will be pissed that he let a tiny morsel like you slip through his fingers untouched! I'll have to be sure to thank him personally for sending you my way! We are old friends, you know? Partners on the force from many years ago!"
Malik was shocked to learn of McConnell's and Ellis' connection, he recalled no mention of Ellis from the Captain when they lived together. There were pictured of McConnell and his old former cruiser partner Bruce Gardner back when they were young and in uniform, but nothing of Ellis, or at least none that Malik noticed. With all the pictures McConnell had lying around of friends and family, Malik was sure he could have simply over looked it somehow. Especially seeing how he hadn't yet met the Warden then.
Malik pulled back with his head, pulling Ellis' dick from the throat as he bunched back his foreskin down around the base of his dick while sucking heatedly on the fat bulbous head. Ellis moaned softly, loving the attention. He'd just lost his regular cocksucker (Rocky Peterson) to parole, and was in the midst of finding a replacement. Ellis loved what Malik had to offer, but couldn't see taking him off staff for round the clock blow jobs. It was easier to use the inmates, they had all day to kill with nothing better to do, and they worked for free. Malik was unaware of Ellis' dick sucking dilemma. He continued to bob and weave as he labored over the big dick, taking it deep with every stroke of his mouth.
Ellis (usually long winded) felt himself quickly approaching climax. He liked officer Malik's technique, the way he hungrily ate his dick as if starving for protein. He had no doubt that the officer would eat every drop of his seed when he fed it to him. Dick suckers like Malik didn't do it merely for fun, their bellies actually craved the resin from semen. They actually become quite disappointed if the semen is denied, or wasted somehow. Malik struck Ellis as such a person, needing the cum to sustain his hunger. Luckily for Malik, Ellis's bloated balls held massive levels of the rich stuff, enabling him to feast for days on the run-off.
Malik could actually taste the pre-cum from his boss's dick. He suckled tenderly at the head, before plunging down on the shaft for some deep throat methods. He bobbed his head back and forth in quick succession, feeling the glands thicken and throb. Malik picked up the pace, sensing Ellis was close to blowing his top. Sure enough after a few minutes, he felt the mini explosion in his mouth as Ellis' dick blew up and erupted a flood of juices into Malik's mouth. Malik felt his mouth fill completely, the slick milky texture of Ellis' semen was pleasant to his taste-buds. He drank the cum as quickly as he could, breathing hard as he gulped down air between swallows. He polished off the head, cleaning away all evidence of DNA. When he was done climaxing, Ellis removed his dick, and tucked it back into his pants.
"Good work, officer." he complimented, plainly.
"Thanks, sir." said Malik, getting up off his knees.
"You're dismissed." said Ellis, fixing his tie and collar. "Report to work tomorrow as usual."
"Thank you, sir!" said Malik, more excited and grateful. He jumped up from his seat and headed for the door before Ellis could change his mind. He left the office with the strong smell and taste of Ellis on his mouth and breath. He passed the secretary sitting behind her desk. She looked up at him and smiled as Malik waved good-bye. Outside the prison, Malik made his way to his car in the parking area. He felt elated to still have a job to come to. He seriously thought Ellis was going to fire him in disgrace. He breathed easier now, vowing to keep a lower profile and to stop fucking around with inmates, when he heard a car horn honk. Malik turned around to see officer Peachtree driving up to him slowly, a wide shit eating grin plastered across his smug looking face.
"So you finished your meeting with Ellis, eh?" asked Peachtree, stopping next to Malik.
"That's right..., and I'm pleased to tell you that he didn't fire me! I STILL have my job despite your snitching!" said Malik, boldly.
"Fire you?" said Peachtree, surprised. "I never intended Ellis to fire you! I told him because I know he enjoys pussy-boy dick suckers like you! As do I!" Malik was surprised by Peachtree's statement, but was absolutely shocked when he leaned into his car window and noticed Peachtree fisting his exposed hardon...
Pt-2
The breakfast lines at the prison cafeteria wasn't quite as long as the lunch an dinner lines, as the food wasn't as good, and many of the inmates liked to sleep in late. But the while a lot of inmates opted to skip breakfast, many of them went, standing in long lines for a shot at some cold eggs, hard beacon, overcooked breakfast patty, doughy pancakes, and stale biscuits.
Prison inmate Chris Ford (better known as Genuwine) stood in line, eagerly waiting to fill his empty belly. While reaching for a food tray, someone brushed up behind him. He felt a sharp stab in his back rib, and fell to the floor in convulsions. Friends of Genuine rushed to his aid as he lay there bleeding.
"Who did this? Who stabbed him?!" asked his buddy Wyome, looking around at all the men in line. No one knew anything, as the line kept moving without a pause. Guards rushed in, taking Genuwine to the infirmary where he will be taken to an area hospital and patched up through surgery.
Pt-3 "Any word from Malik?" asked Duke, lifting weights in the prison's weights room.
"Nothing yet." said Marvin, feeling somewhat bad about getting Malik caught this morning. He'd been fucking the officer for quite awhile now, and actually found himself worried about his future here at the prison.
"That sure as hell was some good ass guard pussy, last night man! Well worth the trouble we might get into with the Warden!" smiled Duke, still reeling at how good his dick was worked over. "I'm gonna have to register that boi's pussy in the Special Olympics! That's definitely a gold medal performance!"
"Didn't I tell you I had the hook-up?" asked Marvin, pretending not to be too concerned with the officer's outcome.
"Yeah..., I just wanna know why it took you so long to share it! We supposed to be boiz, here! Like fucking brothers! We don't hold out on a good thing like that!" said Duke, feeling some type of way about possibly only having one shot at fucking Malik.
"He swore me to secrecy, man..." reasoned Marvin. "...and you felt how good the pussy was..., I didn't wanna chance losing it."
"I understand!" laughed Duke. "If that was my bitch, I'd probably be reluctant to share it too!"
"Yeah..., guess its back to fucking my cellmate!" sighed Marvin, going from Don Pigeon, to baked chicken.
Pt-4
The `Roorboiz' cell block. Prison inmates Alex Sanchez and his new cellmate Phi Bui sat in their cell on their prospective beds when Raul Rodriguez wanders his way down into cell. Alex was lying back on his bunk with his headphones on, listening to his favorite spanish artist when he saw Raul enter. Phi Bui was merely resting on his back with his hands tucked behind his head in heavy thought.
"Beat it." said Raul, looking at Phi Bui. "Can I have a minute with my brother in-law?"
Phi hesitated for a moment, then thought better about rocking the boat so soon after arriving. He got up silently from his bed, and walked out of the cell without saying a word.
"Wussup..?" asked Alex, sitting up in bed as he removed his headphones.
"Sup?" said Raul, slapping hands in gang flava as a show or solidarity. He hiked his loose fitting prison pants up around his trim waist, then took a seat next to his so-called brother in-law on the bed. "How's the nose?" he asked, showing concern.
"Better. Barely hurts now. Thanks." said Alex, surprised that Raul even cared.
"No problem, man..., we're practically family!" said Raul, slapping Alex's thigh. "I think its fucked up what my brother did..., cheating on you like some nasty bitch! I told him he was wrong, you'd been treating him real good. I appreciate that."
"Oh..., thank, Ra'..., I uh..., care for David..."" stumbled Alex, not know really what to say. He didn't want to appear too fruity to Raul, incase it turned him off and made him angry.
"I know man, I could tell by the way you fucked him." said Raul, out of left field. I"Ve seen you a few times..., you not too rough on him. You take your time, make it last awhile..., you make it look good."
"I do?" asked Alex, speechless.
"Yeah. The way your ass moves up and down while you're fucking..." continued Raul, thinking out loud. "...makes me think about joining in, you know?" he smirked. Alex chuckled nervously, not knowing if he was serious or not. "I took care of that asshole Genuwine for you." he added, replacing his hand on Alex's thigh.
"Genuwine?" asked Alex, more concerned about Raul's hand than the name he mentioned.
"The black bastard that fucked David!" reminded Raul. "I stabbed his ass in the breakfast line this morning! He won't be fucking nobody again for awhile!"
"uh..., thanks." said Alex, feeling obligated to say thank you. "Was that really necessary? I mean..., Genuwine didn't rape David, -David gave it up to him willingly."
"That's not the point." responded Raul, seriously. "I saw what David's actions did to you! I know how you felt when he said he cheated, and I took care of it, -for YOU!" he emphases, squeezing Alex's thigh hard.
Alex didn't know what to say. He knew Raul thought he was doing him a favor somehow, but he wasn't sure why. Raul sat staring into his eyes for a moment, his rough tough exterior suddenly soft and calm. This wasn't a side Alex was used to seeing from him. "Consider it a gift, -from me, to you!" he added, reached up to pinch Alex's chin. Again his touch was gentle, more flirtatious than anything else. Alex was confused as Raul got up from his seat and adjusted his crotch before walking towards the cell door. "I'm not sure if you're gonna decide to keep seeing David not not..., but if you want to break our deal and stop seeing him, I'd understand." he said, before leaving.
Alex sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what that meant?
Pt-5
Muslims have prayer several times a day to cleanse the soul, meditate, and pray for forgiveness power and strength in becoming closer to Ali. It's after one such prayer that Muhammad confronts fellow Muslim Amahd for a personal talk.
"What's up my brother?" he asks, taking Amahd to the side. "I've been meaning to speak to you about a matter that has come to my attention..."
"What is that, Muhammad?" asked Amahd.
"I understand that you have been seen in the company of one of Duke Daniels' she-males for rent?" said Muhammad, bluntly. "Do I have to tell you how bad that makes us look to the other inmates? What are we to say to the bruthas we preach the faith to? When we advise them to refrain from fornication and homosexuality? To turn from their lustful desires and turn to the Quran for mental and spiritual guidance? How can we expect them to trust in the faith if we don't lead by example? Give up this male-whore you seek for a fast fix, Amahd. Strengthen your spiritual bonds, not your loins!"
"How bout you practice what you preach?" asked Amahd, causing Muhammad's blood to run cold.
"What do you mean?" he asked, wondering what he knew.
"I know about what you and brother Abdul do at night in your cell while the lights are out after everyone's gone to sleep, Muhammad! You're a hypocrite! You walk around here like you're the anointed one, passing false judgment on others when you have no right and no power! Who died and made YOU the morale police? Who gave you the right to go around telling others what they do wrong, while your own house lay in shambles? If you want to lead by example, Muhammad..., I suggest you clean up your own act!" said Amahd, leaving Muhammad stunned.
Pt-6
Once word gets around about Genuwine's stabbing, tensions start to mount. Members of the black community in prison believe it was the Aryans who stabbed one of their own, due to what happened to Tempest Williams and T-Bo. The Aryans claim to know nothing of Genuwine's stabbing, but Mandingo members didn't believe it. They demanded the Aryans expose the guilty party, or things could get out of hand. Sarge and other members of the Aryans didn't appreciate being threatened for something they had nothing to do with, but Snake convinced his fellow hate mongers that this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of Bruce Gardner and his friends. In a secret meeting with members of the Mandingos, the Aryans confessed that it was Gardner and his cop friends who stabbed Genuwine, in retaliation to what the blacks did to his son Christopher. The Mandingos believed it hook line and sinker, as they were sure Gardner had issues about how his "punk-ass" son was being physically used and abused in the all black block.
All was left was to set them up for physical sabotage.
"Something's wrong here..." said Bruce Gardner, after walking through the block and getting a bad vibe. "You two hear anything?" he asked, talking to his cellmates Alan Cooper and Donald Blake, lying on a bunk bed playing cards to pass the time.
"No. Nothing." they said, clueless. Gardner stood in the door of their cell, looking around like a weather forecaster in the calm before a major storm.
"Something's not right. I'm getting a bad vibe. People are looking at us slyly..., not saying anything..."
"They never say anything!" said Blake.
"They always look at us sly! We're ex-cops!" reminded Copper.
"No..., this is different." said Gardner, staking his career on it.
Just then, one of Sarge's men walked up with a massage.
"Sarge wants to see you guys, pronto!" he relays, before turning around and walking away. Gardner turns around and looks at his partners and says... -this is it!
Out on the main floor, Sarge sits at his usual table with his first guardsmen'; Hammer, Snake, Luke (and lesser known but no less important members), Ace, Rally, and Cody. While Sarge and his fab-four' play cards, the others usually stand by keeping lookout for any unexpected trouble. Gardner, Cooper, and Blake walks up to the group, feeling all eyes on them as the block goes into an eerie still.
"You called?" asked Gardner.
"I know you and your men have been trying to find yourselves a notch in our group..." said Sarge, never looking up from his hand. "And I know we haven't been exactly trusting when it came to believing your sincerity. But I've figured out away you all could prove your loyalty to the Aryans, and solidify your places in the brotherhood!"
"And how's that?" asked Gardner, curious to see what the old man cooked up.
"I want you to kill that nigger spook T-Bo!" ordered Sarge.
"Kill T-Bo?" repeated Blake.
"Not your nigger butt plug?" snicker Gardner. "Was he a bad lay?"
"He's spreading rumors..., he told the niggers that your son Chris was the one that beat and raped him! HE's the one that got Chris taken by the spooks, -had your fine upstanding son turned into a nigger cum dispenser! Don't you want revenge on the man that set your son up?" asked Sarge, finally looking up from his cards.
"Oh, definitely!" responded Gardner, staring directly into Sarge's eyes.
"Then I take it this is a task you're looking forward to taking on?" asked Sarge.
"Oh, most definitely!" said Gardner.
"He's been keeping a low profile since getting out of the infirmary..., but word has it he'll be expecting a package in the rec room just before lights out in a couple of days."
"How do you know this?" asked Cooper.
"Cause WE set up the package." said Sarge.
"Why do you need us to kill T-Bo?" asked Gardner. "After the masterful job you guys did at nailing Tempest, it's a wonder you didn't get snatched up to head the CIA!"
"Tempest should have been easy..." said Sarge, looking around angrily at his men. "...incompetence will not be forgotten, and good works will be rewarded!"
"Whose idea was it to kill Tempest?" asked Gardner.
"Mine, or course! All ideas go through the commander!" said Sarge, taking charge. "But tonight you'll become one of us..., provided you complete your task! Are you up to it?"
Pt-7
Malik Jones pulls up in front of the apartment he shares with his roommate Manny Michaels. Malik was still ecstatic about keeping his job after such an obvious blunder early this morning. He laughs to himself about the exchange with Peachtree in the parking lot. While shocked to see Peachtree expose himself to him, Malik wasn't surprised. Listening to the man talk in the locker room during shift change for the past few months had left Malik wondering if the older man messed around. The promise of something yet to come from Peachtree had Malik a little excited with anticipation. Having had one of the best fucks of his young life last night, toppled with giving head to the Warden in his office, had Malik primed by the time he finished climbing the stairs to his apartment building. Inside he saw his roommate Manny Michaels sitting in his favorite recliner, watching television while wearing his boxers, white beater, and bathrobe.
"What's up?" said Malik, surprised to see his roommate home. "No work today?"
"Called out sick." said Michaels, sniffling and drinking beer and cough syrup.
"I see." said Malik, locking the door.
"You're home late." said Michaels, changing the television stations from one morning court show to another.
"Had a meeting..." said Malik, walking directly over to Michaels, and getting onto his knees between his legs.
"uh..., I'm SICK, remember?" said Michaels, looking down at Malik as he reached into his boxers and pulled out his soft dick.
Malik ignored his protest, and took Michaels' dick into his mouth. Despite Michaels ailment and protest, his dick starts to harden nonetheless. "So you just gonna take my dick whenever you want, eh? This YOUR dick now, huh?" smirked Michaels.
Malik said nothing as he slowly bobbed his head. He knew what Manny Michaels liked. Manny was a slave to his dick, his penis ruled his life as if it had a brain of its own. He allowed it to pick his girlfriends, to pick the places, clubs and bars he frequent to find more pussy. He had absolutely no control of his penis, it's even caused him to become bisexual, making him fuck his roommate (Malik) for the mere availability of ass.
Malik knew Manny was just as much a slave to his desires as HE was. Manny's dick thickened and grew between his lips, and down his throat as he sucked and swallowed it to its full 11 inch mass. Manny merely sat back and allowed for the caress of his manhood, never one to turn down an invitation to a blow job. He figured all he would have to do was sit back, allow himself to be blown, and shoot a big load down his roommate's talented throat, -but he was wrong.
Malik had his face nestled down in Manny's crotch, his throat massaging his dick with silky caresses meant to milk of all its rich delicious creaminess. But before Manny could really relax and enjoy the blow job he was sure to love, Malik pulled off, leaving his dick dripping slick with saliva. "What's wrong?" asked Michaels, suddenly interested in sex. "You get me all hot and bothered, and then just stop before your finished?" he said, somewhat pissed. But then he noticed Malik starting to shed his clothes, taking off layer by layer until he was totally naked. "What now?" asked Michaels, looking up into Malik's face.
Malik climbed up into the recliner in Michaels lap. Michaels watched as Malik positioned his ass over his dick, then lowered himself slowly. Manny looked up at him, smiling to himself as Malik took what he wanted from him, -his pride and joy, his dick. "So..., you finally broke down?" asked Michaels. "You finally ready to admit you like dick?"
Malik sighed as Manny's dick penetrated his ass, then sank inside him like a well buttered knife. Malik ground his ass cheeks down in his lap, churning the massive meat around in his gut. Manny couldn't help groaning himself, his livelihood connected directly to his dick. Sitting face to face, Malik slowly started to bounce on it, sliding his asshole all up and down on its full length. "Damn nigga..., you ain't gonna say nothing to me? You just gonna come in here and take my shit, rather I want to fuck or not?"
Malik grabbed the back of the recliner, moving faster on the stiff tool as he worked his anal muscles to make it brick hard. After months of Manny staking his ass, he felt it was only right that he turned the tables on him. The events of last night still fresh in his mind, as he recalled the hot sex scene between he, Marvin Rollins, and Duke Daniels.
Manny watched as Malik took totally control of the fuck, slapping his ass down into his lap, making loud smacking noises as his asshole swallowed up every inch, every ounce of his dick. Malik was like a man possessed, fucking himself on a magic stick. Manny felt as if he weren't even in the room, as if Malik were just merely using his dick. He couldn't help but feel slightly slighted, but still couldn't deny the awesome feeling happening to his manhood.
Malik's own dick was hard. He reached down and began to stroke it, feeling it pulse in his hand while he rode his roommate. In the middle of fucking he spun himself around, turning his back to Michaels without dislodging himself from his dick. When he was done turning, he leaned his back into Michaels' chest, and resumed fucking himself on his dick. Manny sat in stunned shock as Malik pounded his own ass up and down his dick length while masturbating himself. Malik closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts on Marvin Rollins. He tightened his anal muscles, squeezing his ass around Manny's meat while he bounced at a fast pace. Manny felt his dick starting to thicken and throb despite his emotions. His eyes rolled up into his head as his toes curled in his slippers. He clinched the arms of his recliner as his balls tightened, and his dick exploded 6 hefty spurts of thick cum into Malik's bowels. A few seconds later, Malik's own dick erupted hot cum lava all over his own pecs and stomach, drenching himself in a shower of his own juices.
Both men breathed hard as they slowly came down off their highs. Malik was the first to recover as Manny's dick died in his anus. He stood up, causing the penis to "pop" from his ass, and started to make his way towards the bathroom to shower. "So that's it? Its like that? You just come in, fuck me then leave without saying a word of thanks?" asked Michaels, feeling like a cheap trick for the first time in his life. Malik stopped in the bathroom doorway, semen streaking down his small muscular torso...
"Thanks." he simply said. "I'll be looking for my own apartment in the morning!" he added, closing the door behind him.
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