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/33 BLIND DATE
Pt-1
22 yr old Correctional Officer Andrew Roberts had been through a lot (emotionally) lately. Having joined the Correctional Officers at Piedmont Penitentiary as a rookie, had turned out to be harder than he hoped. Andrew dreamed of becoming a Philadelphia Police Officer since he was a boy, but when turned down for the Academy, he turned to the Corrections System to help train him. However, the older officers in the prison, took it upon themselves to lie to the green and naïve youngling, and tell him that "all guards go through an initiation gang-bang!" Andrew thought 43 yr old veteran Officer Carl Peachtree was lying, but when 49 yr old partner Reggie Reinhold confirmed it, Andrew fell for the bait and allowed the 2 men to double team him anally.
The hoax went on for several sessions, with both Peachtree and Reinhold fucking Andrew repeatedly, --Andrew began to wonder again if the initiation was a lie, when Correctional Officer Malik Jones turned down a chance to initiate him. But Peachtree and Reinhold was a step ahead, by recruiting 38 yr old Officer Darrin Daniels in the mix. Daniels too said the initiation existed, fucking Andrews in a 3-way gang bang in the Guard's Sleeping Quarters (Chap-28, pr-1). However, Andrews found out once and for all that the initiation was indeed a lie, when he confronted Officer Malik Jones alone in the locker room shower. Jones admitted to Andrew that the senior Officers lied to him, some sick twisted joke to rub egg in the face of the rookie.
Andrew felt like shit afterwards, but not for the reasons Malik thought. Andrew confessed that his life was left in shambles, only because he discovered during the bogus initiation that he liked it. Andrew went on to explain how his life was turned up side down because of the joke the Officers did to him. What he thought he knew about himself; --his heterosexuality, his faith, his sense of self, went totally out the window. He now doubted who he was, --confused about his sexuality, was he straight, was he gay? He didn't know anymore. But Andrew knew he had a strong attraction for Malik ever since the day he first met him at work.
Andrew's first day started normal enough; he was greeted by the Warden, and welcomed into Piedmont's Correctional Institution. In the locker room he met most of his co-workers; Peachtree, Reinhold, Daniels, 29 yr old Joseph Dobbins, 35 yr old Donald McGee, 30 yr old Jerry Cobbs, --and 26 yr old Malik Jones.
All the men greeted him warmly, except for Malik who seemed a bit standoffish from the rest (now Andrew understood why). But even though Malik didn't say much, Andrew felt drawn to him, like a kindred soul. Perhaps it was because the two were the closest in age, --who knows? All Andrew knew was that each time he saw Malik, he felt the irresistible urge to speak to him, to let Officers Malik know he was alive.
That night in the shower, when Malik admitted to Andrew that the initiation was a lie, they ended up making love (at least that's how Andrew saw it) right there on the shower floor. Andrew remembers Malik touching him, comforting him and whispering words of encouragement. Andrew's not sure how it happened (as the next moments are a bit foggy in his head), but soon after he was on his hands and knees getting ass fucked by the guy he felt the most attracted to.
Malik fucked Andrew with the skills of a man twice his age. Andrew felt completely safe and secure in his hands. He felt Malik's 7 inch dick moving effortlessly in and out of his buttock, and loved every single solitary moment of it, --especially the moment where he came a tidal-wave of hot cum up in his ass.
Andrew hoped that would be the start of a budding new friendship, but thus far Malik's and his paths hadn't crossed, --until now.
Andrew was completely surprised when he got a phone call from Malik out of the blue, asking if he'd like to come to his place for dinner? Andrew was beside himself with excitement. "Sure Malik..., should I bring anything in particular?" –he asked, his dick already hardening in his pants over the phone. "No, just you" said Malik, sweetly. Andrew hung up the phone after getting the time and directions, his loins already to boil as he quickly jacked off before heading for the shower.
He pulled up in his black Toyota 627z in front of 26 yr old Correction Officer's West Philadelphia apartment building, nervous as all hell as he quickly checked his breath and teeth in the visor-board mirror before exiting the car. This is the first time he'd been invited over to a co-worker's house for dinner, and he was extremely glad that it was Malik.
He climbed the front steps to the front door, and rang the 2nd floor apt 2-A bell. Malik answered, buzzing Andrew up. Andrew entered the building with his heart racing, and his dick throbbing. Surely Malik wanted a reenactment of their last encounter? Was he as smitten for Andrew as Andrew was for him? Andrew certainly hoped so as he climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor, anticipation eating at his loins like a cancer.
Inside the apartment, Malik was just setting the place sets. His other guest, --police Captain David L. McConnell, was sitting on the sofa drinking a glass of wine when the doorbell downstairs rang. "Malik...?" he called into the kitchen, "...you expecting guests?" he asked, unsure.
Malik came rushing out of the kitchen, --breezing by the Captain who sat uneasy on the sofa as Malik walked over to the intercom and said "Hello?". After buzzing someone in, he turned to David who looked even more bewildered, and said..., "If I told you this was a blind date, would you have come?"
"Blind date...? Malik...!!" yelled McConnell, getting up from his seat, and accidentally spilling red wine on his shirt. "Dammit..." he cursed, angry at the situation, --not the stain. "I'm too OLD for this!"
Malik rushed over to his aid.
"You can go into the bathroom and get that stain out...!" insisted Malik, ushering McConnell into the other room. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Malik ran over to answer. "Andrew...!" he smiled, inviting his co-worker in. Andrew walked in timidly, nervous about the whole meeting as he handed Malik a 6-pak of brew, and kissed him fully on the lips. Malik was somewhat surprised by the overly warm show of affection, and pulled back before Andrew was finished.
"uh..., come in!" said Malik, closing the door behind him. "Have a seat! Would you like a drink? A red wine, maybe?" he asked, checking his taste.
"A beer's fine!" said Andrew, unable to wipe the nervous smile off his face. It was all he could do to contain the permanent hardon pressing at his fly. Malik handed him one of the bottles of beer he'd just brought with him, and took the rest into the kitchen.
Andrew got up to look at the table setting, confused when he saw 3 places.
"Are we having company?" he asked, looking down at the table when Malik re-entered the room. Malik knew it was now or nothing...
"I invited a friend over with us!" he said, a bright twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, uh..., I wasn't expecting a 3sum..., but if that's what you want..." offered Andrew, unknowingly.
"No...no..." laughed Malik, dismissing the thought. "...I wanted YOU to meet him! The friend's here for YOU!"
"For me?" asked Andrew, confused. "But I thought..."
"This stain isn't coming out, Malik!" yelled McConnell, walking back into the living room in a wife-beater, --his wet stained shirt in hand.
He froze in place when he saw Malik's company. Both men stared awkwardly at each other.
"Oh, uh..., David..., this is Andrew, Andrew, --David!" he introduced. The 2 men nodded hello and shook hands before parting quickly. David looked at Malik with widened eyes, silently telling him off for setting him up! "uh..., Andrew's a Correctional Officer like myself..." he continued, carrying the conversation. "...we work together at Piedmont."
"You don't say!" smiled McConnell, weakly.
"Oh..., and Andrew..., David's a Police Captain! He was my boss when I was a cop!" said Malik, knowing Andrew had aspirations of becoming an officer someday.
"Really?" asked Andrew, perking up some. "I always wanted to be a Police Officer!"
"Oh really..." asked McConnell, watching Malik sneak off into the kitchen. "...why haven't you tried out for the Academy?"
"I did..." frowned Andrews. "...they rejected me." he said, almost with a pout.
"Well, don't let that deter you if it's what you really want to do!" insisted McConnell, wondering what was taking Malik so long to return from the kitchen.
"It must be nice..., being a cop I mean!" continued Andrew. "It's all I ever wanted to be after a drunk driver killed my brother! His alcohol level was well over the limit!"
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." said McConnell, sincerely.
"Dinner..., is served!" yelled Malik, pushing through the swinging door and carrying a large China bowl with spaghetti in it. Andrew and McConnell walked over to the table, taking the seats Malik strategically placed around the table.
Dinner consisted of spaghetti and meat-sauce with grated cheese and French bread rolls. A red wine complimented the meal, which Andrew allowed himself to sample for the first time (to fit in). During dinner, Andrew kept asking McConnell things regarding police work. McConnell found Andrew's enthusiasm over his job flattering. He and Malik shared stories over their meal about cases and incidents which happened to them in the line of work. It was only after McConnell spoke of capturing Christopher Gardner, --`The Penile Killer', that Andrew recalled seeing McConnell on the news.
"Damn man..., you're practically a celebrity!" he laughed, chinking glasses with the older man. McConnell laughed as well, looking over at Malik as he raised his wine glass to his lips.
After dinner was over, Malik had the 2 men reside in the living room while he cleared dishes, made coffee, and set desert. McConnell led Andrew into the living room, both taking seats on the sofa as they continued to talk. Malik was smiling ear to ear, thinking he'd successfully hooked up 2 good men looking for someone nice. While he was in the kitchen tidying up, Andrew asked McConnell how close was he to Malik?
"Well, uh..." said McConnell, shifting in his seat. He wasn't too sure what Malik told the boy about their past. "...we were roommates for awhile after I allowed him to stay with me for a time." he said, vaguely.
"Do you know if he's single, or seeing anyone?" asked Andrew.
"uh..., no. Why?" asked McConnell.
"We kinda messed around at work the other day..., and I was hoping that tonight meant he was interested in continuing something..., --but then he invited you!" confided Andrew, as McConnell choked back a WHAT!
"So..., you and Malik...?" asked McConnell, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah." smiled Andrew, blushing. "I'm kinda new to this..., but I found myself attracted to Malik. One night I caught him in the shower after working late shift..., and...we got it on!"
"Really?" smiled McConnell, taking another sip of wine
"Yeah. He was great! He..., topped me." whispered Andrew, as if it were a secret. Then suddenly, he got a thought in his head. "Oh, uh..., you DID know about Malik messing around with men, right? I mean..., seeing as he was hoping WE would hook up...!"
"Oh, yeah..., I knew." said McConnell, excusing himself for another drink.
Andrew sat back relaxing, allowing the wine and beer to settle in him while McConnell made a B-line into the kitchen.
"Hey...!" smiled Malik once McConnell entered the room. "...how about Andrew, eh? Cute right?"
"Malik, I'm just curious..." started McConnell, setting his dirty glass down as he prepared himself to speak. "...did you set Andrew and me up because you thought we'd make a nice couple? Or because you wanted to get the 2 of us out of your hair after fucking us?"
"Huh..??" asked Malik, thrown by the question.
"Andrew just told me that you and HE had just..., "got it on" in the showers at your job recently! Apparently he was impressed enough to want a second date, --and fully expected THIS was it when you invited him over! Only low and behold..., here I AM, the other lover you dumped! Coincidence? I think not!" yelled McConnell, storming from the kitchen.
"David..., wait!" yelled Malik, abandoning his deserts. He ran out into the living room after McConnell, who was donning his soiled shirt. "Let me explain...!"
"I think I have it all figured out, Malik! And to tell you the truth..." he said, turning towards him. "...I'm a little MORE than insulted!!"
"But why...? Andrew's a nice guy!" said Malik, causing Andrew to pick his head up off his chest.
"huh...?"
"No offense, Andrew..." said McConnell, "...but I'm not looking to be set up with another one of Malik's exes!"
"Exes?" asked Andrew, getting into the conversation. "What's HE talking about?"
"I fucked Malik too!" said McConnell, blatantly. "We were lovers before he left the Force!"
"You two...were...?" asked Andrew, slow on the up-drift.
"He's trying to set up both up because he doesn't want anymore to do with either of us! That's it in a nutshell!" explained the Captain.
"Is that true, Malik?" asked Andrew, sadly.
"NO! Of course not!" said Malik, unconvincingly.
"Fuck it, --I'm out of here!" said McConnell, headed for the door.
"Wait for ME..." said Andrew, also heading for the door, his heart broken after Malik's betrayal.
"Guys...wait!!" yelled Malik from the top of the steps as they descended the stairs. McConnell reached the bottom safely, while Andrew somehow missed a step, and sipped all the way down to the bottom as if on skies. McConnell caught him at the landing, informing him he was WAY too drunk to drive home alone.
"Well..., I'm not staying here where I'm not wanted!!" stated Andrew, definitely pouting.
"I'll drive you home!" offered McConnell, showing Andrew his way to his car.
Malik returned to his dirty kitchen, his plan having blown up in his face. Perhaps he should have told the 2 men his intentions before hand, --or perhaps had come clean about his involvement with both of them. Either way, he fucked up. Now both of them were mad at him. He cursed himself for not foreseeing this fiasco, and started the daunting task of cleaning up.
Pt-2
McConnell was pissed at Malik's trickery. What's more..., he was pissed that he'd had the same idea as Andrew; thinking Malik had invited him over for a romantic interlude. He'd even allowed himself to fantasy that Malik had finally come to his senses, and was ready to resume their hot and tumultuous relationship. He felt just as big a fool as Andrew. Bigger even, --as he was older.
He had driven for about 10 minutes, replaying the whole evening in his head, when he suddenly realized he had no idea where Andrew lived.
"You awake?" he asked, looking over at Andrew as he looked out the car window.
"Yes." he answered, without looking back.
"I need your address." said McConnell, not even knowing if he were headed in the right direction.
"Oh." said Andrew, without adding much more. "How old are you?" he suddenly asked, looking over at McConnell. "McConnell suddenly felt uneasy, as if being judged.
"51." answered the older Officer hesitantly.
"You're lying!" said Andrew, not believing it.
"No..., I'm 51!" assured McConnell.
"No way, man!" said Andrew, staring at McConnell's profile. "I would have said 40 at the oldest!"
McConnell laughed, his ego stroked good.
"I would think the salt and pepper hair would have gave my age away!" he smiled, still driving into the unknown.
"The salt and pepper hair is why I said 40!" said Andrew, making McConnell smile broader. "You must work out a lot! Your body isn't even wrinkled!"
McConnell snickered. Exercise certainly helped. "Why did you two break up?"
"Well..., that's uh...a long story."
"If it's too personal, I understand." said Andrew. "It's just..., if Malik didn't want to be with YOU..., what chance did I have?" he asked, more to himself than McConnell.
"Don't think like that, Andy..., there's a lot going on in Malik's life that you just might not be aware of!" explained McConnell, vaguely. "It's not you..., it's him!"
"I guess." said Andrew, feeling no better.
McConnell looked over at Andrew, sensing a bit of depression in him similar to that which Malik used to have. He tired reading Andrew's face, but he was turned in the other direction.
"Was Malik your first..., date?" asked McConnell. "Was he the first guy you..., liked?"
"Yeah." answered Andrew. "I've been so confused, lately..., unsure which category I belong in, --you know?"
"Maybe you can explain?" asked McConnell.
"Well..., I never messed around with another guy until I started working at the prison, now all of a sudden I find myself thinking these crazy thoughts, looking at men in ways I never allowed myself to before! I actually allowed someone to fuck me! And when I thought I might have found someone who could show me where I truly belong..., it turns out he was trying to pawn me off!"
"Sorry..." said McConnell, knowing he was the one that blew up Andrew's illusions.
"It's wasn't your fault." said Andrew.
"Well..., if it's any consolation..., Malik was right, --you're cute!" smiled McConnell.
Andrew beamed.
"So are you." he countered, blushing. "In fact..., had Malik told me in advance that this was a blind date..., I would have been pleased when I saw you walk in!" he said bashfully, his head hanging low.
"Really?" asked McConnell, feeling good about himself. He stared out into the road ahead, still unsure where he was taking Andrew. "Would you uh..." he started, feeling a little nervous all of a sudden. "...would you be interested in going someplace for a drink? Some coffee maybe?"
"Sure!" jumped Andrew, --gunho.
McConnell took Andrew to a street-side café in his own neighborhood (Manayunk), where they sat out doors and soaked up the local ambience. McConnell explained how he has 3 adult children; David jr -29, Mia (daughter) -26, Elliott -21, and an ex-wife (Christina) while now considering himself gay (history told in Precinct-23).
Despite their vast age difference, Andrew found himself attracted to the Police Captain. The more he thought about it, the more he flirted. Once back in McConnell's car, Andrew admitted "if I didn't still live at home with my parents, I'd invite you over."
"I appreciate that..." said McConnell, starting his car. "...but I don't live with MY parents!" he smiled, causing Andrew to giggle.
At McConnell's Point-Breeze Apt, Andrew was impressed by the older man's tastes. McConnell offered Andrew something to drink, then explained to him that "I am not in the habit of chasing young men such as you and Malik." he clarified upfront. "I just don't want you thinking I'm some dirty old man..."
"I don't think that at all!" said Andrew, as McConnell stepped in close, then slowly dropped his head to kiss him. Andrew felt McConnell's lips touch his own, and closed his eyes to enjoy it. Slowly the kiss became more intense as lips parted and tongues extended. McConnell stuck his tongue into Andrew's mouth, then started swabbing from inside out. Andrew was nearly overcome as the older man smothered him with a hot, long, lingering, French kiss.
Andrew gasped for breath by the time McConnell broke. He wasn't used to being the submissive in a kissing match. Girls were usually on the opposite end of his lips, and he felt a little out of his league with the 51 yr old Captain.
McConnell lead Andrew to the sofa where they could relax and enjoy their drinks. He turned on a movie while they talked to lighten the atmosphere. McConnell thought Andrew was reluctant about going any further, when in truth, Andrew was dying to continue. After about 10 minutes of movie watching, Andrew suddenly got the nerve to straddle McConnell's thighs, and kiss him head-long and center. McConnell accepted the challenge (and tongue), and suckled Andrew's tongue as well. Andrew started rubbing his hips back and forth, rubbing his hardon against McConnell's flat stomach. McConnell reached his hands up under the back of Andrew's shirt, massaging his back and feeling his soft skin. When he moved his kisses down to Andrew's neck, Andrew melted like butter on a hot tin roof.
Up until now, all of Andrew's sexual experiences with men had been one sided. Peachtree, Reinhold, Daniels, even Malik, had all took their pleasures from him, not returning any other than the rough (sometimes painful) massage of his prostate. No one kissed and caressed his body like McConnell did, taking the time to make sure HE got pleasure also.
McConnell unbutton the front of Andrew's shirt, and peeled it off his back before lifting off his t-shirt to expose his torso. Andrew (5-10, lite [high yellow] skin with a slim to med-medium build, was clean face with soft pink luscious lips and dark blk hair) felt McConnell's (6-1, mulatto lite skin with a hairy medium muscular build including 6-pak abs, with salt & pepper hair and a full mustache) lips latch onto his left nipple and begin to suck. Andrew had never had anyone perform such suction on his nipples before, and couldn't believe how the sensation had his skin breaking out in goose-bumps. McConnell switched from one nipple to the other, taking great care to give them equal time until they were both standing stiff and shinning wetly with his saliva.
Andrew could take anymore preliminaries, and started tearing at McConnell's clothing. He unbutton his soiled wine stained shirt, lifted his wife-beater to reveal his hairy torso as he kissed his way down the front of the man's body towards his crotch. McConnell wasn't sure how much experience Andrew had with male sex, but by the time he managed to open the good Captain's linen pants and pull his thick hard 9 and 1/2 inch curved mulatto dick into the open, his mouth was salivating like a hungry dog at feeding time.
Andrew (a novice) took McConnell's dick head into his mouth and started sucking. McConnell contented himself with just watching the pleasure on Andrew's face as he sucked his dick like a small child with his first summer-time popcicle. Andrew's eyes were closed and his face had the far away look to it. His soft pink lips wrapped around McConnell's mulatto crowbar, and lapped away contently for what seemed like hours. He jacked the long hard shaft with his hands, feeling the curved thickness as he looked down at it cross-eyed at the thing of beauty. He tried bobbing his head, but McConnell dick was just too thick to take in, he needed a little more experience before he would be able to stretch his mouth that far to accommodate even a fraction of it.
McConnell allowed Andrew to get his feel of his dick, sucking away the pre-cum and enjoying the flavor of the shaft as he licked his way up and down the edges. When McConnell felt his was ready, he picked Andrew up off the floor, then proceeded to finish undressing him. Once completely naked in his birthday suit, McConnell got to enjoy the full view of Andrew's gorgeous body.
He switched positions, sitting Andrew on the sofa while he took Andrew's place on the floor between his spread legs. Andrew had no idea what a treat he was in stored for, as McConnell teased the tip of his leaky dick with his extended tongue. Once licking away the pre-drops that formed there, McConnell took the entire 6 and 1/2 inch manhood into his mouth. Andrew gasped as his head hit the back cushion. With his nose and mouth buried in Andrew's pubic bush and balls, McConnell started swirling his tongue around the shaft, giving off the impression that Andrew's dick had been somehow put into a washing machine. He gasped, groaned, grunted, and cooed as McConnell bathed his entire dick in a warm encasement of spit. By the time McConnell started to suction and bob his head, Andrew's dick was throbbing and spitting forth it's first load.
Caught off guard, McConnell managed to consume the entire burst of semen as Andrew panted and squirmed as if attached to electros. Once his first orgasm was over, McConnell scooted Andrew down in the sofa and proceeded to lick and suck his balls. Andrew "ahh'd" at the feel of McConnell's tongue lapping at his baby-makers, then cooed like an Eskimo when he encased both balls into his warm mouth and whirled them around gently. Andrew's dick never loss its erection while McConnell sucked his balls.
Once done that, McConnell spread Andrew's legs further, then dove down further between the tight taut buns to suckle the sweet pink hole nestled in-between. Andrew's eyes bulged as McConnell lay nasty wet French kisses on his asshole, his young body trying to bolt from the unfamiliar foreign sensation. McConnell held Andrew's legs open like scissors, twisting his body until Andrew was laying face down on the cushions. From behind, McConnell was able to pull the yellow cheeks apart, and dive his tongue into the slightly haired hole and lavish it was a vicious beating. Andrew's face was in the cushions as he breathed hard and arched his back for more tonguing. His dick was rock hard between his legs, pulsating thickly as his second orgasm shot out all over McConnell's couch. McConnell felt Andrew's hole clamp on his tongue, then felt it spasm open and close before he noticed he'd come again.
By now Andrew was begging to be fucked as he panted and pleaded over his shoulder. McConnell stood up and positioned Andrew on the edge of the couch in doggy-style. With Andrew's anus dripping gobs of saliva, McConnell anointed his own erection with a generous amount of spit before presenting the head up to Andrew's ready hole. Andrew closed his eyes and waited for the initial pain he knew would break his anal seal once the head was embedded. Sure enough, his sphincter muscles protested violently as McConnell's oversized head burst through, causing his body to lurch automatically. But unlike Peachtree and Reinhold who would have shoved the entire shaft in without waiting, McConnell gave Andrew a few moments to recuperate before continuing. He kissed and massaged Andrew's bare back and buttock while he waited. Once he felt the anal muscles loosen some, he started to inch his dick further between the spread cheeks.
Andrew's anus felt like a Mack-Truck had pulled through. He grit his teeth, panted breathlessly and clinched the sofa cushions as his anal track was invaded slowly. McConnell took his time burying his cock, but he managed to get the entire curved monster to snake inside before he started pumping.
Andrew's hole was tight. McConnell's dick was being squeezed like a vice grip. He added more spit yo his cock shaft after extending his dick back from the hole, before pushing it all the way back up inside. Andrew took the torture until the pain slowly started to lessen and become more manageable. By then McConnell was sliding in and out at a steady pace, feeding the hole a steady diet of fresh thick dick.
He held the boy by the hips, moving back and forth as he watched his dick squeeze through the taut cheeks. McConnell loved how Andrew's asshole sucked his meat firmly as he slid full length through his rectum. It'd been a while since he'd had his bone buried in someone's ass, and he wanted to enjoy this one incase it was his last. Andrew lay his head on the back of the sofa, his ass hiked high in the air as McConnell fucked him at a steady but firm rate. Andrew's dick was once again brick hard, swing back and forth between his spread thighs as he gave his ass up to the Police Captain. McConnell used every millimeter of Andrew's rectum, sawing his dick through the straining ring to fuck deep into the hot colon. His curved dick was hitting places no one else's dick had ever hit. Andrew found his dick leaking profusely before it started to erupt and fire it's third load all over the cushions.
McConnell felt Andrew's asshole clamp on his plunging cock, then heard the boy cry out in pain and pleasure as another orgasm hit. McConnell pulled Andrew up into standing position, pushing and pulling his dick through the tight sucking hole.
McConnell's hands roamed all over Andrew's torso, pinching his erect nipples and hugging him tightly. Andrew sighed delightfully as McConnell's lips sucked at his neck. Andrew felt as if his entire body was being made love to, not just his asshole. When McConnell pushed him back over into doggy-position, he started pounding the tight boy-hole hard and deep.
Andrew grunted and groaned as his ass was being taken. McConnell hammered hard at the firm backside under him, sliding his dick in and out of the contracting hole and battering straight through the fighting sphincter muscles into the deep welled colon. Andrew began to cry out as the dick dug deeper, reaching depths never before recorded in history by another dick. Andrew pounded the couch with his fists, baring the pain as he waited for the Captain to cum. McConnell's dick swelled inside him just before the head Officer buried it deep, and groaned out loud.
"OH..." he said, feeling his balls churn as the cum started to shoot up his shaft. "Oh shit...! AAARRRRHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, as the cum burst through his tiny dick head with thick creamy gushes to empty out inside Andrew's sore and steaming backside.
Andrew felt every single pulse the cock made as it emptied its entire load inside him. Be cried happily as McConnell collapsed on his back, his boner buried ever deep in his butt. McConnell's orgasm was strong, his balls worked over time to produce the sizable load he was passing through his cock shaft. His dick pulsed and spit at least 11 times, a thick gush of sperm erupting from the flaring tip each time, coating the Correctional Officer's murky insides. Andrew had another climax during McConnell's, but the older officer missed it, enthralled in his own intense cumming. He slowly pulled his dick from Andrew's ass, and flopped down on the sofa panting hard for breath. Andrew joined him, sitting beside him as he reached over to admire the older man's hairy chest.
"Did you like that?" asked McConnell, wiping his brow as he peeked over at Andrew with exhaustion.
"Definitely!" smiled Andrew, rubbing his chest hair.
"I guess Malik's plan wasn't a total bust after all!" smiled McConnell, pulling Andrew into his arms.
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