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/18 COMPROMISING POSITIONS
Pt-1
For the first time in a long time, former police officer Alan Cooper awoke in good spirits. He got up, yawned and stretched, scratched his ass through his prison underwear, and peed in the cell's toilet while his cellmates (Bruce Gardner and Donald Blake) slept. "Wake up you fuck heads! It's a new day!" he shouted.
"Shut the fuck up, Alan!" groaned Blake, still sleepy. Cooper walked over to his bed, pulled back the covers, and smacked the younger inmate hard on his buttock. When Blake didn't respond, Cooper slipped his hand down in the former cop's draws and fingered his ass crack.
"Hey..! Get off of me you fucking freak!" yelled Blake, pushing Cooper away.
Cooper laughed good heartedly, sniffing his finger to smell Blake's anal essence.
"ah...sweet!" he said, turning towards Gardner. "Tell me again, why didn't we make this butt-nutt our cum catcher?" he asked, fisting his morning hardon through his underwear.
"Cause he's one of us." said Gardner, getting up out of bed.
"Fuck that..., I'll trade his friendship for some cell booty anytime!" said Cooper.
"Fuck you, dick head!" said Blake, getting up as well. "Try to fuck me, and I'll twist those fucking nutts you call balls into juju beads!" "Fine..., so long as you do it with my cock down your throat!" joked Cooper.
"Give it a rest, Alan!" said Gardner, groggily. "Didn't you get enough cock sucking last night?" he asked, referring to events from (last chap).
"My dick needs constant draining, Bruce! I'm not a sex camel like the rest of you hump backs!" said Cooper, his hardon tenting out the front of his underwear. "I'm heading down to Justine's..., at least I can get laid there!" he said, leaving his cell.
Alan Cooper walks down to Justine's cell, to find a line of horny Aryans already there looking to dump their loads in him. 2 fuck him at a time, using his mouth and ass simultaneously to speed the process, but he'll still have quite a wait.
"What an asshole!" moaned Blake, heading for the toilet in his cell. "Why are you so close to him?"
"He's hot headed and impetuous, but he's a good accomplice to have around." said Gardner, throwing in his prison pants.
"I heard about you and Lidia..., sorry." said Blake, knowing how pro-family Gardner had always been.
"Fucking bitch's out there giving MY pussy to some other asshole!" snarled Gardner, angrily. "She knows there's not much I can do to her from here!"
"Maybe Myers, or Michelson can drive out to Colorado for you..., pay them a visit? See what this guy's like?"
"I thought of that..." said Gardner, taking out a picture of his wife and kids. "...but I ain't interested in seeing what that creep looks like..., I want him dead!"
Pt-2
By breakfast, all is abuzz about Sarge's arrest and dissension to solitary confinement. Cartel leaders Duke Daniels and Raul Rodriquez leave word to meet with the top Aryans to assess Sarge's rule. Unfortunately the title of second in control was never fully established between the Aryan leaders, leaving them to fight amongst themselves for control, with both Hammer and Snake leading the charge for power as they argue quietly at the head of the table.
"Well..., I nominate Bruce to be the next Aryan leader!" said Cooper, out of nowhere.
All the heads of Aryan Brotherhood turned and looked at him as if he were crazy.
"YOU nominate, Bruce...?" laughed Snake, from the other end of the table. "You're not even an official member yet..., seeing how you botched up the hit we gave you to carry out!"
"We didn't botch anything!" defended Blake. "Sarge got himself arrested..., throwing the entire prison in an uproar! How'r we supposed to pull a hit with dozens of guards in riot gear and weapons running loose?"
"Yeah! Your Sarge dropped the ball, leaving us all in a bind!" added Cooper. "And worse yet..., he wasn't even smart enough to place a second in command! What kind of drill sergeant operates like that?"
The table started to mummer in agreement.
"Hey..., yo! Who the fuck'r YOU guys to come here and talk bad about Sarge?!" freaked Snake. "That ole man ran this block for decades! He made us what we are today!"
"And what exactly is that?" asked Gardner, adding in his 2cents. "Hiding in the bowels of the prison while the niggers and the spics have the run of the joint? Letting them pop half the credits for drug sells?"
"Check the demographics dude..., prison's overrun by them! They make over half our drug sells!" said Hammer.
"Doesn't mean they have to pocket half the money!" responded Gardner. "Look, their mooks! Cavemen! Monkeys without tails! Most of them can barely speak, let alone count! There's no reason why we shouldn't be getting a bigger cut of the pie!" argued Gardner, causing the Aryans to think twice. "And with ME as your new leader..., I can make that happen!"
"YOU?!!" asked Snake, nearly choking on his food. "Who fucking died and left you the keys to the kingdom? This is an ARYANS matter, PIGS ain't allowed inside!!"
"Who do you want to lead you into the next decade? A cop with connections, brains, and the know how to push this block further..., or some grade school drop outs who couldn't pull off a successful convenient store robbery?"
"Yo bro..., YOU in this prison with us! Ain't like you no Einstein either!" defended Snake.
"No..., but I managed to shake down over 100,000 dollars from the nigger dealers before I got turned on by members of my own department, I think that aces any accomplishments you two nimrods could manage any day!"
The table fell silent, Gardner could practically hear the wheels of changing minds turning in their empty heads.
Pt-3 "Fucking sonovabitch!!" yelled Snake, punching the wall of his cell. "That sneaky bastard done stole our position! How the FUCK can he just walk in here and take over like that? What were we here for all this time, putting in our dues, just to watch some fucking ex-cop pig snatch it from up under us?"
"Calm down, man. Getting pissed and breaking your fucking hand won't change anything!" said Hammer, equally angry.
"I'm just PISSED OFF, man! I need to hit something! AAARRRHHHHH!!!" screamed Snake, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"We need to get a message to Sarge..., he needs to know what's going on here!"
"Good luck with that! That fucking Warden ain't gonna allow him no visitors!"
"Then we need to call in a favor from one of the guards..." suggested Hammer.
Pt-4
Calling home to talk to family is always a favorite past time for inmates. For some, just hearing the familiar voices of the people you love the most, means everything. Being reminded that there are still people out there in the world that love and wait for you to come home, make baring the prison life worth it.
For Alex Sanchez, it meant the world. At this point in life (where his sexuality had been compromised by being raped by Raul and his brother Carlos [chap-2, pt-4], to agreeing to becoming their youngest brother David's official "boyfriend" behind bars [chap-5, pt-4], to lately finding mixed feeling towards David's older brother Raul [chap-17, pt-2] ), he really needed to hear family to remind him who he was. Prison has a way of playing on your mind. Outside traditions and lifestyles mean nothing once the prison doors lock, and you're looking at a long stretch of time under your belt. Sometimes things get twisted and distorted, sometimes they're real and upfront. Alex felt at a crossroads, a threshold in his life that needed to be crossed. He didn't realize how much he actually cared about David Rodriguez, until he told him that he'd cheated on him with another man (chap-13, pt-2). Since then things hadn't been the same. David's tried apologizing to Alex, but Alex felt totally betrayed and played for a sucker. On top of that, word was starting to get around that he and David were lovers, or so he thought (showed to be a con in chap-17, pt-2). Alex really felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, about to be pushed off. He needed someone to talk to about his thoughts and feelings, and decided to seek the help of the only religious leader he knew.
"uh..., Muhammad, right?" he asked, walking up to the afro american Muslim as he sat in the sun on a courtyard bench reading over his Quran.
Muhammad looked up at him, squinting his eyes in the sunlight.
"Yeah..., Muhammad Saheed. And you are?" he asked, holding out his hand.
"I'm Alex..., Alex Sanchez." said Alex, shaking the older man's hand. "I was, uh..." started Alex, looking around over his shoulder to see who was watching. "...I was wondering if I could talk to you..., about something? Something personal?"
"uh..., sure. Have a seat my brother." offered Muhammad, scooting over.
Alex sat down beside him, wondering how he could start this off.
"I've uh..., I've been having this problem..., and I don't know who else to turn to."
"What's the problem?" asked Muhammad, all ears.
Alex looked down at the ground, too ashamed to look the older black man in the eyes.
"It, uh..., it involves sex." he said under his breath. Muhammad took a deep breath, fearing it would be something like that.
"Someone did something to you?" he asked, concerned.
"Huh? No. No, not that!" said Alex, not wanting to discuss the rape he experienced. "I..., I agreed to be someone's boyfriend while we're in prison..." said Alex, looking down at the ground. "...but I'm not gay, or anything!" he added, feeling it necessary to say upfront.
"Okay..." said Muhammad.
"Anyway..., I agreed to be his friend, then I found out he cheated with someone else..., and I'm feeling..., I dunno..."
"Jealous? Upset?" asked Muhammad.
"Yeah!" answered Alex, surprised Muhammad wasn't being judgmental. "I didn't know I would feel this way! It's really surprising me! I..., I don't know how I'm supposed to react!"
"Well..., sex is emotional, not just physical. So it only stands to reason that when you had sexual relations with this person, that you became emotionally involved. But you didn't really realize it until he strayed." explained Muhammad. "It's really only natural. But tell me..., how do you feel about him now? Do you still want to be with him?"
"I don't know." said Alex, truthfully. "I feel like he played me for a fool. And worse yet..., I think I'm having feelings for someone else!"
"OH..!" responded Muhammad, not seeing that one coming.
"I'm really confused right now." moaned Alex, feeling torn. "Am I gay now, or what?"
Muhammad sat back and thought for a minute.
"I don't know if I'd call you GAY, per say." said Muhammad. "I mean..., we're in a male state prison..., the only way to insure you're totally straight is by refraining from any sexual intercourse whatsoever. But I understand that's hard." he added from his own experience.
"But I bet YOU've refrained!" assumed Alex, thinking Muhammad's religious beliefs held him a step above the rest of them. Muhammad lowered his head (a silent indication of his guilt), but said nothing to change Alex's assumption.
"If you don't mind my asking..., what is you position in these relationships? Are you the giver or the taker?" asked Muhammad.
"uh..., in the first one, I'm the taker. But in the second one, I'd probably be the giver." answered Alex, honestly.
"And how do you feel about that?"
"I dunno. I have mixed emotions, I guess. But he really seems cool. He protected me from getting hurt. He watches over me, makes sure I'm okay." reasoned Alex.
"Hmmm..., protects you, eh?" thought Muhammad aloud. He knew a lot of inmates used the promise of protection as a trade off for sexual gratitude. He wondered if Alex's friend wasn't playing on his sympathy, or his fears of getting prison fucked by a group of inmates. "Have you taken it, before? As a bottom, I mean?"
"Yes. Once." said Alex.
"Well..., I can't really say if having a bottom relationship with another man in prison makes you gay or not..., that's something only YOU can decide once you get back into the real world. Rather or not you go back to women exclusively, or stay messing around with men. I don't understand what you expect me to say?"
"I don't either..." said Alex, not feeling any better than before. This was becoming more complicated that ever.
"Look my brother..., whatever you decide to do, do it for yourself. Don't let others dictate how you live. If it's a religious issue, take it up with your god. If you wish to seek religious guidance from me, I could arrange something..., but I'll leave that to your discretion." said Muhammad, getting up from the bench just as his cellmate Abdul walked up.
"Thanks, man. I'll think about that." said Alex, taking that as his que to leave.
"Sup, man?" asked Abdul, shaking hands with Muhammad. "What was that all about?"
"Oh.., brother needed some guidance on some personal issues. I offered to teach him if he wanted it." explained Muhammad.
"Personal issues, eh?" asked Abdul, skeptically. "He trying to talk to you? Make some kind of date?"
"Date?" asked Muhammad, taken by the choice of words.
"Yeah..., date!" repeated Abdul. "I'm sure I'm not the only brotha here that sees how sexy you are!"
Muhammad laughed, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "You look so damn good, I'm ready to drop to my knees right now and show you how sexy you are!"
"Another Nakia, eh?" joked Muhammad, playing into Abdul's flirting. "If the populace knew what we were discussing..., they would be completely shocked!"
"Discussing? If they caught us one evening...!" said Abdul.
"Let's try to keep this relationship on the downlow, Abdul. I'm not exactly ready to have my entire personal life on public display at the moment."
"Okay by me." said Abdul. "So long as everybody knows you're off the dating block!"
Pt-5
The weights room is where you'd most likely find inmates Marvin Rollins and Duke Daniel at practically anytime of the day. Both men are big powerhouses when it comes to body, but both are shaped very different in terms of build.
While Marvin his 5-11 and 250 lbs of solid muscle, he is formed with a very stocky looking build and a thick neck & thighs. Duke is 6-3, 190 lbs of pure muscle, with bulging neck, shoulders, chest, and bicep muscles from heavy weight lifting. They usually spot each other while lifting. One this day, Duke is lying on his back, pressing heavy weights while Marvin stands over head making sure his arms doesn't give out.
Duke is well into his reps before he starts to look up and notices he could see Marvin's family's jewels hanging midway down his leg shorts. Duke's first instinct is to laugh and joke, not taking the peeking jewels too seriously. But then he starts to think back to the sexual encounter he shared with Marvin and Malik, watching Malik slide his delectable ass up and down Marvin's thick fat elephant dick (chap-14). Duke recalled how competitive he felt while fucking Malik, wanting to show up Marvin by fucking Malik as hard as he could. His only thoughts were of pulverizing that ass, fucking it so hard and strong that there wouldn't be much (if any) left for Marvin to fuck. But Marvin showed Duke up by allowing Malik the chance to pick the position he fucked him in, then made the prison guard cum without touching himself while riding up and down on Marvin's thick pole. Duke doesn't consider himself gay, nor have he ever been on the receiving end of a dick. But for some odd reason, he now found himself staring up at Marvin's flaccid penis (the fat head peeking out at him along with its hairy friends) and wondering what it felt like to touch it.
The thought consumed his train of thinking for that time, as he pushed himself well beyond his daily goal. Marvin voiced his concern to Duke's about pushing himself too hard too fast, watching his muscles bulge from the strain as his body burst into a cold sweat. But Duke continued to press, his eyes focused on Marvin's jewels as his own dick started to harden and lengthen in his shorts. He pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped, pushing himself pass his limits as his arms began to strain and wobble. He ignored Marvin's warning even though he knew he was close to giving out. He pushed and pushed, unwilling to give up his view, until the last possible moment when he could barely raise the bar an inch off his chest. Marvin stepped in closer (his dick practically touching Duke's forehead), reached down, and lifted the weight up off of Duke's chest. Easing them back up onto the rack, he started to chastise Duke for pushing pass his limit. All the while Duke continued to look up his leg shorts.
"You the only nigga I know can get a hardon from pumping weights!" laughed Marvin, moving on to another apparatus.
Pt-6
Alex Sanchez found himself playing a friendly game of basketball with several members from his block. Sweaty bodies and dark olive skin (some hairy, some smooth) glistened hotly in the baking sun. Alex needed to drown out the emotions blaring through his mind, causing him to doubt his sexuality and lose his mind.
It was right after he'd finished running a fantastic text-book lay-up, that he noticed David Rodriguez standing off to the side of the court watching him. Alex stared over at him for a moment, trying to figure if NOW was the right time to talk. He tossed the ball back to his friends, then excused himself with a time-out as he slowly jogged over towards David.
"Hey..." said David nervously, holding his hands in his pockets innocently. "You look good out there!" he smiled, awkwardly.
"What's up?" asked Alex, ignoring the compliment as he contemplating putting on his t-shirt.
"Look Alex..., I know I fucked up! I've apologized for what I did! I know you don't trust me now, but I really don't want to stop what we have!" pleaded David, heartfelt. Alex looking around, staring mostly at the ground while David spoke, trying to avoid looking into his beautiful bedroom eyes. "I think we're good together. I really like you, and I'm sorry for what I did. Please let me make it up to you! Put me on some type of punishment, scream at me, smack me across the face! Anything, I don't care! Just don't stop fucking me!"
Alex chuckled at the last statement, finally looking up into David face. Suddenly the tension was much lighter. "I'm serious..." smiled David, happy to see Alex's cute smile once more. "...I LOVE the way you fuck me. The way you kiss me. Cum inside of me. I love the taste of your cum..., your sweat, the way your balls fit in my mouth..."
"Stop...!" giggled Alex, looking around suspiciously. "...you're making me hard!"
"Good!" said Alex, looking down at Alex's crotch. "Maybe you'll come back to my cell and let me drain it?" he suggested.
"It's not going to be that easy, David." said Alex, losing his cute smile.
"I know, baby..., but even though you're mad at me, there's no reason why you should be walking around with full balls! Especially when you have a bitch here ready to take it!"
Alex's smile returned. Sound like sound reasoning to him. "When we're done..., if you're still mad at me, you can just get up and leave. I won't complain." insisted David. "I just want to be with you. To show you that I still want to be your friend." Alex turned his back, thinking over what David was offering. Sex sounded great. Alex found it hard to even masturbate with a cellmate lying across from him. On the ball court, he could see his buddies calling him back to the court to finish the game. Alex put up his finger, telling them to wait one more minutes before turning back to David.
"Okay, man..., I'll think about it, alright?" he said, backing away.
"Okay!" said David, hopeful. He smiled broadly as he watched Alex jot back over to the fellas to resume their game. He stood there watching him play, cheering him on secretly whenever he got the ball or made a spectacular shot.
Raul Rodriguez was standing over on the far side of the prison yard, his view of both David and Alex clear and unobstructed. He passed off drugs for money while keeping a close eye. He didn't like the reactions Alex gave while talking to David, the smiles they both shared made it look like they were making up. Raul felt he needed to do some extreme intervention to stop them from reconciling. He looked down the court to the other side, and saw a group of black inmates playing a game of b-ball of their own. One of them was Genuwine. Raul's eyes narrows as he focused in on the handsome black man. He would do well in helping Raul's schemes to keep Alex away from David.
Pt-7
Raul made arrangements with Duke, for an order of more drugs which Duke would have delivered to Raul's party in the form of a "package". Raul requested Genuwine as the courier, then sent David for the pickup. The rendezvous was a stairwell (prisoners use the old stairwells of Piedmont for drug deals and sex acts, as they are some of the only places known not to have cameras hidden). David didn't think twice about the assignment, having done drug runs before. He got to the stairwell at the appointed time, only to find Genuwine waiting. The 2 men stopped and stared at each other in shock. Genuwine was the first to react, as he broke into a big grin.
"Sup, stranger?" he smiled, putting on his mack-game as memories of David flew through his brain. "Long time no see. How you been?"
"Better than you, it seems." said David. "I heard you went and got yourself stabbed! Did you ever find out who did it?"
"No..." said Genuwine, regrettably. "Could've been anybody." he added, thinking of all of his enemies. "Want to see the scar?" he asked, lifting his shirt.
"Damn..." wowed David, touching it gently. "...they got you good!"
"Yeah. I was lucky." admitted Genuwine, pulling his shirt back down.
"Are you nervous now about standing in the chow lines, not knowing who it was that stabbed you?" asked David.
"Yeah. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder now. My boiz're looking out for me too. If anybody try anything now, they're gonna get the shit beat out of them!" informed Genuwine. "So..., did you miss me?" he asked, smiling suave. David laughed, not wanting to answer. "Look man.., I'm sorry about setting you up with my hommies last time..."
"Yeah! That was kinda fucked up, papi!" laughed David, recalling the pain his asshole was in after that 3way bang (chap-12, Pt-5).
"I didn't know Pete and Wyome was gonna get crazy and fuck you that wild, man! I'm sorry!" apologized Genuwine, genuinely. "I had a good thing going, and I should've kept it to myself." David nodded in agreement, but said nothing. "Maybe we can pick up where we left off?"
"I.., can't...!" said David, sorrowful. "...I'm seeing someone."
"So?" said Genuwine, pulling David into his arms.
"I HAVE to be good..." sighed David, squirming playfully to get free. "He's a good man..."
"I'm a good man, too!" countered Genuwine, grinding his crotch into David's as he reached around his waist to feel his ass. "Come on, baby..., for old time's sake? I almost died, you know? This could help with my recuperating..!" David laughed flirtatiously, as Genuwine leaned in to kiss his neck.
"I can't, man..." protested David, feeling Genuwine's hands squeezing his butt cheeks. Genuwine kissed and suckled his neck, slipping his hand down into the ass of his pants to finger his ass crack.
David gasped, having not been touched since the last time they fucked. "Please man..., don't!" he pleaded, feeling Genuwine's hardon pressing against him. David reached down and grabbed the bulge of his hardon, feeling its length through the fabric of the prison pants. Genuwine covered his mouth with his own, kissing him passionately as he pressed a finger into the tight anus.
"Come on, baby..., just one more fuck? Please?" begged Genuwine, dying to get back up in David's ass.
David felt his pants go slack, falling down to his ankles as Geuwine popped open the button. He managed to turn David around, promising to eat his "pussy" for him if he let him in. David groaned with anticipation as he turned his back on the handsome black male. Genuwine bent down behind David, prying open the tan colored cheeks to reveal the sweet looking shaved hole. Genuwine licked his lips, then leaned forward and began licking the tender snack. David closed his eyes, loving the feel of a wet tongue on his "pussy". Genuwine pressed his face all the way up into his ass and began sucking his hole, sticking his tongue up inside and flicking it in and out. David loved getting eaten by men who loved to eat female pussy, he loved the way they flicked their tongues and sucked the hole as if it were a fruit giving flavor. Genuwine felt the asshole pulse and spasm on his tongue, and knew David wouldn't be able to resist a deep fucking.
"You ready for this dick, baby?" he asked, standing to free his hardon.
"Yes, papi..., fuck me daddy..., give me that big dick!" pleaded David, bending forward.
Genuwine slapped his dick up to the slick ass crack, then started to hump up and down. David could feel the full length if the black dick sliding over his hole, the fat width fit snuggly up his crack gap, causing a slick canal for Genuwine's dick to slide like a log. David felt the intense heat rise in his loins as Genuwine humped him from behind, then reached around to feel up his slim torso. "Don't tease me, papi..., give it to me! I want it!"
"You got it, baby!" said Genuwine, aiming his dick up to the hole.
He pressed in, feeling the tight hole slowly start to wedge open. When the head finally popped in, the rest of the shaft was smooth sailing. "OOoooo yeeeaahhh, papi..., yes! Fuck that rican ass, baby!"
"Whose pussy is this, boi?" asked Genuwine, slapping David on the rump.
"Yours, papi! It's your pussy, papi! Fuck it! Fuck it like you own it" gasped David, bending further.
"I DO own it!" claimed Genuwine, thrusting all the way in.
Pt-8
`Ricanvile' (rican prison block), Alex Sanchez finally comes in from playing ball. He's feeling strong and energized after the game, with excess energy to burn. He walks the catwalk of their cells, looking for his boyfriend David. Alex won his basketball game, prompting him to want to celebrate with some booty.
"Raul...!" he calls, spotting David's older brother talking with an associate.
"Sup Alex?" asks Raul, sending his party on.
"Seen David?" asked Alex. "We're supposed to hook up today."
"Oh..., so you two made up?" asked Raul, suspecting as much.
"Yeah..." said Alex, catching a hint of disappointment in Raul's tone.
"That's kewl, blood. That's good. I know how you two feel for each other." said Raul, trying to sound sincere. "Hope it works out this time."
"Me two." said Alex. "I really like your brother, Ra'."
"Kewl." said Raul, turning his back on him. "I sent David on a run! He should've been back by now though!" added Raul, sounding convincing. "I can go see what's keeping him so long, if you like. You can come with me if you want?" he offered.
"Okay." said Alex, following Raul down the walk.
They walked together in practical silence, Raul hoping to find his brother and the Mandingo Genuwine secretly engaged in something naughty. Raul hated having to turn on his brother, but he knew as a gay man, David would be happier flaunting his sexuality with more than one man. By setting him up, he frees David to mess around, and frees Alex to settle down, with him.
They entered the stairwell, hearing grunts and groans echoing through the staircase like stereo sound. Down on the stairs were David and Genuwine. David was lying across the steps with his pants down around his ankles, Genuwine was on top of him, humping his brown ass up and down as he sent his dick through David's backside. David was grunting loudly, trying to stifle his moans while Genuwine went to town on his ass. He just happened to look up the steps to see Alex and Raul looking down at him on the next platform getting fucked.
"Stop...! Stop...!" begged David, quickly losing his excitement as his mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"One more minute, baby! I'm almost there!" groaned Genuwine, fucking harder as he suckled on David's neck and ear. He gripped his body tighter, getting closer and closer to climax. He thrust his hips back and forth, driving his dick deeper and deeper as his balls tightened and contracted in their hairy sack. Genuwine shoved inward, ramming his dick all the way in and came. "Here I come, baby! I'm cumming..., I'm cumming...! AAARRRHHHH...!!!" he yelled, echoing through the stairwell in supersonic sound. Alex stormed back up the steps, leaving the way he came in. Raul smiled to himself before following Alex up the steps, while David slumped his head and sobbed hopelessly.
Pt-9
Back in Alex's cell, Raul puts up a bed sheet for privacy so Alex could talk or cry (if necessary) in his presence. Alex sits on his own bed, his head buried in his hands as Raul stands over him protectively. Raul rubs the back of Alex's neck and shoulders supportively, trying to console him. He shares with Alex how embarrassed he is of how "whorish" his brother is acting. He chalks up David's behavior to him being gay, claiming David may be too tempted to cheat by being imprisoned around nothing but available dick. He tells Alex if he was HIS boy, he wouldn't have to worry about being cheated on, as he wasn't attracted to men like his brother David is. He goes on to say how he would watch Alex's back and take care of him and any expenses he may need (i.e. cigarettes, snacks, TV, radio, etc..) while in prison.
He tells Alex that all he would need to do is suck his dick and "put out every once in awhile." He rubs his crotch in front of Alex, telling him since he's taken him on once already, he knows how it feels and what to expect. He promises to be much gentler with Alex in the future, making sure the sex would be good for both of them. Then he reminds Alex that without him and his support, he may fall victim to more shower scenes like the one he most recently rescued him from (chap-17, pt-2). Upon hearing that, Alex feels compelled to do as Raul wants, as Raul slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his hardon.
"Come on, Alex..., it won't be as bad as you think." he promised, guiding his head towards his dick.
Alex didn't fight or protest as his head was being led to service. He opened his mouth and accepted his boyfriend's brother's dick, taking it into his virgin mouth as he proceeded to give his very first blow job.
"Yeeeaahh, that's it, man..." moaned Raul, finally feeling the fruit of all his scheming and conniving. The moment he felt Alex's lips wrap around his dick, he knew he did the right thing. Raul was not gay, and would never put himself in the place of being called or considered a "faggot", but he had to admit to himself that it was something sort of satisfying having sought out the man he wanted, and going after him until he got him. Strangely enough, it was the same satisfying feeling he got when he scored the pussy he'd been wanting for the longest time. The courtship, the dance, the conquer, it all seemed to fit here as well.
For Raul, getting Alex (a straight guy) to blow him willingly, and have him willingly agree to become his exclusive fuck-boy was like conquering the Jewel Of The Nile. There was something sort of surmount about making him submit, despite his heterosexual background and strong scene of manhood. Raul knew Alex wasn't one of those easily submissive boys, the kind that would suck a dick the first day of opposition without so much of a fight. He knew that he probably would never have consented to such a deal, had he not already experienced it on some level with David. So in some way, Raul had David to think for getting Alex.
For Alex, the world had just gone from confusing to chaotic. He thought he knew himself as a man, as a man who liked only women. Then he comes to prison and find David Rodriguez, and after months of turning down his indecent proposals, he finally gives in and allows the man to blow him. Like most men and blow job, "you can't just stop at one." He let David continue to eat his dick despite the strong opposition from his feelings. Eventually David talked Alex into fucking his ass, reasoning to Alex's love for pussy. That's when things started to go down hill in a handcart.
First Raul rapes him after finding out he fucked David, then he makes him promise to become David's monogamous lover while in prison for the duration of their stay. From there on Alex and David become more and more intimate, becoming lovers in reality as well as name. And now he finds himself on his knees sucking dick. Somewhere in there Alex knows he made himself a wrong turn.
Every fiber of his being tells him this is wrong, that sucking another man's dick is the lowest thing a man could be made to do for another man. Yet oddly, he doesn't seem to mind.
He takes in account that he'd just seen his boyfriend cheating with another man, so maybe he is in shock. But at the same time, he finds the smooth dick sliding back and forth over his tongue and through his lips not unpleasant. He can see why gay men like it so much.
Raul grabs his head and starts fucking his mouth, making him take more and more until his mouth is filling full with nothing but dick. He bobs his head as he tights his lips, sucking harder at the insistence of the dick's owner by the pressure he places on his head.
Alex isn't sure how long he'd been sucking Raul's dick, as time seemed to stand still while he was being abused. But eventually he heard Raul make the announcement that he was going to cum soon. Alex tired to prepare himself, knowing Raul was going to flood his mouth with syrup, but nothing could prepare anyone for such an explosion, as Raul's dick danced and throbbed in Alex's mouth as if it had a life of its own.
"Aaawwww ffuuuuccckkk..." moaned Raul, shooting directly into Alex's mouth. Alex gagged as the cum filled his oral cavity to the brim. It wasn't until he was sure that Raul had stopped shooting that he removed his mouth and swallowed. Raul looked down at Alex, patting him gently on the head. "That was good, man. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Alex said nothing as Raul tucked and zipped. "I got some shit to take care of, man..., how bout I check up on you later, see how you're feeling. Kewl?" Alex nodded as Raul exited the cell. Alex got up off his knees and laid back on his bed, noticing (for the first time) his neglected hardon bending awkwardly in his pants. He ignored his dick as he placed his hands behind his head and though about his future at Piedmont, with the taste of semen in his mouth.
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