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/59 THE PLAN
Pt-1
THE SAFE HOUSE
51 year old police Captain David L. McConnell and 22 year old officer Jake Valentine drove down the Industrial Highway to the Motor Inn Motel where they were keeping 28 year old Marvin Rollins (set to testify against Warden Dennis Ellis).
Outside the isolated Motel was a plain police cruiser with two officers posted inside to keep an eye out for trouble. McConnell and Valentine pulled up and showed their badges to the officers as they walked up the steps to the second level. They knocked a special knock on the door before being allowed to enter. Inside were two more officers in plain clothes, sitting on the sofa watching straight porno on television.
"uh..., hello, sir!" said one officer, turning off the television set as soon as McConnell walked in.
"Where's Rollins?" asked McConnell, looking around the room.
"He's in the bedroom with his lawyer." answered the other officer, nervously.
"His lawyer...?" asked McConnell, looking at the closed bedroom door. "How long have they been in there?" he asked, walking towards the door.
"I don't know..., 20-25 minutes maybe?" said the officer, unsure.
"And you allowed them to go into the other room with the door closed unsupervised?" asked McConnell, checking the knob to find it locked.
"He's allowed to have privacy with his lawyer..., isn't he?" asked the officer, confused.
McConnell placed his ear up against the door. Inside he could hear the muffled sounds of someone who sounded in pain.
"Open up in there!" he yelled, knocking on the door. When no one answered he began to bang on it with his fist. "Marvin Rollins...? This is Captain McConnell..., open the door, NOW!!"
With still no answer and the muffled sounds getting louder, McConnell pulled his gun from his back holster under his blazer, and kicked the door in with his foot. The plywood door swung open forcibly as it slammed back into the wall. McConnell, Valentine, and the two officers all poured into the room to find the naked 28 year old convict on top of his Caucasian lawyer, the man's legs pressed tightly against his own chest as he lay on his back looking up at the convict fearfully. Marvin's big thick long 10 inch black dick could easily be seen plunging in and out of the counselor's tight sucking white ass, the inner lining of his anal ring wrapped tightly about the convict's thick girth.
40 year old Patrick Augustine was afraid something like this would happen when he was summoned to his client's safe house. He'd been Marvin's lawyer sense before Marvin was sent to the State's Penitentiary. Marvin was a big and intimidating black man, making Augustine feel small and inferior. Marvin would stare at Augustine from across the table in court, undressing him with his smoldering eyes. When Augustine would council Marvin privately at the police Round House, Marvin wouldn't even make an attempt to hide his enormous erections, and would sometimes pull it out and play with it in front of Augustine, causing the counselor to lose his train of thought. Augustine tried several times to get his Firm to transfer him off the case, but Marvin's parents paid the Firm well to represent their son, even taking out a second mortgage on their house to pay their fees. Augustine was stuck with the client, and knew if Marvin ever got the opportunity to get him alone he'd be in terrible trouble. He also wasn't sure if he'd be able to resist. Like many Caucasian men, Augustine had sexual fantasies about being taken forcibly by a black man (or men). But Augustine's pristine background and long term relationship with his live-in lover prevented him from experimenting like he wanted. He was glad that whenever he saw Marvin, he was locked behind bars and unable to act on his sensual demands.
When his office got the call that the District Attorney was releasing Marvin from the State Prison to make a deal for him to testify in court, Augustine didn't want to get involved. He tried to pass the case off but his superiors forced him to represent the client despite his reservations. When he leaned that Marvin was in a safe house under police guard (handcuffed and shackled), he began to breathe easier. He showed up to get Marvin to sign documents when Marvin suggested they go into the bedroom to talk privately. Though uncomfortable with the thought of being alone with the convict, he did so knowing the police would be in the next room. But as soon as they were alone, Marvin was pulling his big black cock from his sweat pants, exposing himself to the lawyer. Augustine was enthralled, his fantasy coming alive right before his eyes. He found himself drawn to the convict's dick, the hunger written all over his face. When Marvin called him on his desire, Augustine knew there was no denying.
He got down on his knees in front of Marvin as he shoved aside the chains shackling Marvin's wrists and ankles. He started off just kissing and licking the big man's dick, licking and nibbling the massive head as he sucked his way up and down the mighty shaft. He had absolutely no intentions of doing anything hardcore with the police in the very next room, but after only a few minutes of sucking it quickly became quite apparent that just sucking the gigantic cock was not what the inmate was looking for. Marvin suggested to Council that if he really wanted to get him off, that he's have to "give up some of that fine white ass!" Before he knew it, Augustine found himself buck naked, with the convict's face pressed between his ass cheeks.
Marvin ate Augustine's fury asshole with vigor, drilling the slick entrance with his wet tongue. After relaxing the Counselor's anal muscles with a vigorous workout, he maneuvered himself on top of the wiry man (whom had to help Marvin adjust with the shackles still in place) and pressed his big thick fat dick up to Augustine's asshole and pushed inside. Augustine put his own fist in his mouth to keep from screaming out too loudly and alerting the police sitting just outside the room. He bared the brunt of Marvin's fucking as the inmate took to pounding his hot white hole in bed. Augustine looked up at the huge muscular African American muscleman fucking him from above, and came a geyser of weak watery cum all over his own face and chest. Marvin never stopped fucking him even after his orgasm was over, the big man continued to ram back and forth, filling and refilling the hot hole with meaty cock as it sawed in and out of the lawyer nonstop.
"What the fuck...??!" said the officers, looking in shock at what was happening right under their noses.
"My gosh..." groaned Jake, watching the giant black cock sliding in and out of the tight red and white asshole. All eyes stared as the much too big cock ripped the poor tiny white ass to shreds.
"Are you alright, Counselor ...?" asked McConnell, causing the two men to look over their shoulders towards the door. Instantly Augustine was embarrassed to be seen naked in bed with a convicted criminal, his ass being plugged deep by his oversized phallus.
"What you nigga's want...?!" asked Marvin, looking over his muscular shoulder as his hips continued to pump wildly, his ankles and wrists still strapped and chained prisoner.
"We're here to make sure you're not forcing Council to do anything he doesn't want to against his will!" stated McConnell, still holding his gun in hand. "So Counselor..., is he holding you against your will..?" repeated McConnell, demanding an answer.
Marvin looked back down at his lawyer as he fucked him, his thick dick squeezing in and out as the inner lining of his anus clung to his girth like a latex glove.
"Tell `em...!" ordered Marvin, never slacking as he continued to fuck.
"No..., no! He's NOT holding me against my will!" blurted Augustine breathlessly, as he tried to shield his face.
"What do we do, sir...?" asked the officer, still holding his weapon.
"Leave them to their meeting...!" suggested McConnell, backing out of the room. With the door now closed, Marvin really started to pound into his Council's ass, fucking him extra hard and deep so the police could hear him scream.
15 minutes later, Patrick Augustine emerged from the bedroom fully dressed in his cheap 2-piece suit and briefcase. McConnell and the others were sitting around the living room, waiting to talk to the inmate when Augustine slithered his way out the door, walking very funny as his asshole ached and throbbed with a double batch of the convict's cum leaking out of his sore anus.
"Guess that's one billing session for the books!" joked an officer just as Marvin came hobbling out of the room shirtless in his low riding sweat pants.
"What y'all doing here?" he asked, surprised to see the Captain out of the office.
"Would you excuse us, please?" asked McConnell, referring to the two officers. Once they left the room to go outside, McConnell continued..., "We're here to tell you that the DA (District Attorney) has accepted your offer..., if the information you gave us is sufficient enough to garner a conviction out of Ellis, then your record will be expunged and you will be free to go back home." informed McConnell, stoically.
"Hot damn...!" smiled Marvin, thinking of his freedom as he headed for the sofa.
"You know..., if you really gave a shit about Malik Jones and officer Cortez, you would've given us that information BEFORE you negotiated a deal! Those were precious days ticking by that we could have had someone en-route looking for them!"
"Working out a deal for my information was Malik's idea!" explained Marvin. "HE was the one who told me to hold out for a deal!" he added, flopping down on the couch. "Guess he wanted to have me free so he could have more access to me when he wanted!" he winked.
"I don't understand the infatuation!" said McConnell, looking Marvin's muscular chest over. "What did Malik ever see in a convict like you?"
"What beef is it of yours...?" asked Marvin, getting annoyed. "You act like YOU have a thing for him...!" he said, catching the surprised expression on McConnell's face. "Oh shit..., you DO have a thing for him, don't you?!" he laughed, making McConnell get defensive. "Awww this's just too good...!" said the convict, laughing at the older officer. "Did you and Malik date or something? Were YOU the one he was seeing when I met him?"
"My relationship with Malik is inconsequential at the point!" said McConnell, coldly.
"Yeh, well..., I guess whatever he saw in a convict like me must be concealed here...!" said Marvin, grabbing two heaping handfuls of his private parts. "You know he quit the police force just to follow me into the prison so I could keep fucking him?" informed Marvin, sadistically. "I can't tell you how many times I bore this bone straight up in his tight gripping ass, man...! He's got the best pussy I ever fucked..., besides my brother's of course!" smiled Marvin (referring to the time he and his siblings group fucked his younger brother in an attempt to keep him from being gay {in Blacksub [the second series] in the gay/authoritarian section of Nifty}).
"It's sad to see how far Malik has fallen...!" said McConnell, disgusted by Marvin's demeanor. "Who do you think is more suitable for Malik..., someone his equal, who would be there for him and help support him during his time of confusion...? Or some convict working on his third strike?"
"I think that would be up to Malik to decide!" said Marvin firmly with his back against the back of the couch. "Besides, I already think he's made his decision if he's been coming to ME for sex..., that means YOU must not've been holding it down in the bedroom!"
(Uncharacteristic of him) McConnell reached back and clocked Marvin one right across the jaw. Marvin's head swung sideways as the unexpected punch took him by surprise. A small trickle of blood oozed from a split in his lip as he licked it away with his tongue. "That ALL you got, mister policeman?" he asked with a chuckle in his throat. "No wonder Malik came to me looking for a REAL man to bang that ass out!" he added, looking up at McConnell from a seated position. McConnell reached back for another swing, but this time was stopped when Jake grabbed his arm to keep him from striking the shackled prisoner again.
"Sir...!!!" yelled Jake, causing McConnell to regain his senses.
McConnell's face registered what he just did as he unclenched his fist.
Marvin laughed as he watched McConnell's confusion. He knew the mulatto Captain wanted to kill him for the things he said about Malik, but his moral senses wouldn't allow him to do it.
"Let's get out of here, Jake...!" insisted the Captain, making his way hastily to the door.
Jake looked Marvin over (to make sure he was unhurt) before following his superior outside. The two officers standing guard at the door went back in to resume their shift as McConnell and Jake quickly headed back to their car.
"You alright, Captain...?" asked Jake, noticing how McConnell continued to clutch his jaws in anger.
"I'm good, Jake." said McConnell, trying to forget what happened.
"You still love him, don't you sir?" asked Jake observantly, just as McConnell started the engine.
"I'm with Andrew now...!" answered McConnell, putting the car in gear as he flashed Jake an evil look.
"That doesn't mean you don't still love Malik though, sir." said Jake, pressing the issue.
"Like the inmate said..., Malik's made his decision, now we all have to live with it!" said McConnell, taking off out of the parking lot.
Pt-2
Piedmont Penitentiary
32 year old Raymond Sherman sat with his crew (the Mandingos) at their favorite lunch table at breakfast time. The gang leader (27 year old Christopher Ford [aka --Genuwine]) was going over plans and strategies for the day with his crew, but Raymond was paying him no attention, his focus was centered elsewhere.
Across the room at one of the Muslim's tables, 39 year old Cameron Winters (now once again known as Abdul) walked over to his seat with his Muslim brethren. Ray couldn't tear his eyes off his handsome ex-cellmate as he sat down and began praying over his meal. Ray hadn't seen Cameron since he broke up with him and rejoined the Muslims, robbing him to right of explanation or the chance to redeem himself. Ray knew many of the Muslims through his many years as a devout Muslim himself. He parted ways with the religion when he fell in love and with his former prison cellmate --Nakia. Now a member of the Mandingos, he is one of the prison's most feared members, working as henchmen for Genuwine.
He watched Abdul interact with his brethren, going over agendas and getting reacquainted with friends. The more he watched his former lover interact, the madder he got. He could still picture Cameron in his arms at night, holding onto him tightly as he pounded hard into his ass. He could still feel his tight hairy anal ring pulsing around his plunging manhood, gripping him like a vice as he sprayed his insides full of seed.
Jumping up from his seat, he began walking over towards the Muslim's table. "Ray.., where you going man? Yo..! Yo Ray...!" called Genuwine, noticing the odd expression on the man's face. As Ray made his way over to the table, the Muslim bruthas all got up to obstruct his path.
"What can we do for you Ray?" asked Jamal, still seated at the table.
"I wanna talk to Cameron!" said Ray, staring directly at his love interest.
"Brutha ABDUL is not interested in talking to you!" informed Jamal. "Why don't you go back to your table and have a seat?"
"Why don't you shut the fuck up?!" yelled Ray, getting the attention of the guards.
"Back off!" warned one of the Muslims, stepping directly into Ray's way. Ray wasted no time reaching back and clocking the 6 foot 3 black man back on his ass. But before any of the other Muslims could jump in to retaliate, the guards put the whole room on lock down as they dragged Ray away to Solitary Confinement.
The Muslim bruthas picked their brethren up off the floor as they resumed their meals. Jamal assured Abdul (from across the table) that so long as he remained a Muslim, he was safe from Ray's attacks.
The man who suffered Ray's facial punch sat down next to Abdul, his lips already starting to swell...
Pt-3
30 year old professional boxer turned murderer Lexington Bowmen awoke this morning feeling trapped as the transition from freedom to inmate suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He heard the morning buzzer (interrupting his memories of sleeping with Halle Berry) before he got out of bed with a raging hardon. He stood up with his dick poking out the front of his prison shorts as he scratched his baby dreads and aimed his dick down at the toilet bowl. As the stream started to hit the water with a loud splatter, Lex began to seriously miss the comforts of home. His 5 million dollar mansion had to be sold to pay off his lawyers during his long and lengthy trial, --all of his prized possessions (his Benz, his Lamborghini, his Hummer, and his Escalade) were all auctioned off along with a million dollars worth of furniture as settlement to the victim's daughter. He went from living in a 5 million dollar mansion to living in a small cell with a cellmate.
"Hey..." he said as his cellmate (Maxwell) jumped down from the top bunk. "...what the hell was that alarm for?"
"Head count!" answered the man without looking up. Lex followed him out to the catwalk where he saw all the other inmates in his tier lined in front of their cells. Prison guards walked along the ground floor of the cell, counting heads from 3 stories below. Once all heads were accounted for, the inmates were allowed to go about their day.
Lex decided to have himself a morning shower before heading off to breakfast. He took his towel, his toothbrush and toothpaste, and headed off towards the showers. Inside he could hear the water running as several inmates were already there soaping up. Some spoke to him, knowing him from watching him pulverize his opponents in the boxing ring, while others kept a respectful distance. Lex found himself an empty showerhead and began soaping up. He put his head under the spray of water to wake up when he suddenly thought he heard some muffled groaning from behind. When he turned around he saw 3 inmates taking turns fucking another inmate from the front and back. The one getting fucked struck Lex as odd, as the guy didn't look like a punk but was giving his ass up willingly without so much as a fight. Lex shook his head and walked out of the shower area without finishing as the men continued to fuck.
In the Mess Hall Lexington found himself a table and began eating the worse breakfast he'd ever eaten in his life. The eggs were cold, the oatmeal runny, and the bread was at least a full day old out of the wrapping. Lex was in the midst of cursing the woman's soul responsible for him being here when he saw the confrontation between Raymond Sherman and the Muslims. He couldn't tell what the fight was about, but it was over in less than 30 seconds as guards escorted Raymond to Confinement.
Out in the yard, Lex was approached again by Genuwine. "Sup man...?" asked the gang leader as he walked up to the former champion boxer with a big bright smile. "So how you like it here at our little prison?"
"I hate it!" answered Lex honestly, staring out at the tiny cars crossing a bridge miles away on the highway. "I don't know how you guys stand it! I've only been here a day and I'm already going stir crazy!"
"You have to find ways to occupy your time!" suggested Genuwine. "Some guys take GED classes, some take up a trade in the automotive classes and workshops the prison provides, and some just go ape wild and fight until they're thrown in Confinement for weeks at a time!"
"And what do you do?" asked Lex, curiously.
"Me...?" asked Genuwine, honored to be asked. "...I make money by running the drug Cartel!"
"You do that for profit...! What do you do for fun?" asked Lex.
"I play basketball with my boiz, I listen to music and watch movies on my DVD and IPOD, and I like to fuck!" answered Genuwine.
"Men?" asked Lex, his face twisting in disgust.
"Well, yeah..., until something better comes along!" answered Gen.
"I saw 3 men fucking the shit out of some dark skin bald head dude in the shower this morning..." said Lex, looking back out into the distance.
"Oh, that was probably my cellmate, T-Bo!" laughed Genuwine, knowing how much T-Bo loved getting his ass pounded in the morning.
"That was your cellmate...??" asked Lex, surprised. "Why was he letting them fuck him like that?"
"Oh..., every since the Block found out he'd been turning ass up to the Aryans as their fuck-coon, they've been treating him like prison trash and butt fucking him when and wherever they wanted." answered Genuwine.
"And you don't mind rooming with a guy like that?" asked Lex.
"Naw..., he gives great head!" answered Genuwine, making Lex turn away and reel.
"I don't see how you bruthas can fuck another brutha and still consider yourselves straight!" said Lex, wanting to keep hold of his manhood.
"It's a big difference from fucking some guy in the ass, and GETTING fucked in the ass!" countered Genuwine, making his point of view clear. "I wouldn't go down and suck another nigga's dick, but if there a brutha willing to give me some head or some ass while I'm locked up in here for the next 10 plus..., I'll TAKE it! Shit..., it beats beating your dick for the next 20 years!"
Lex said nothing in response to Geunwine's statements, but he had to agree that 20 years was a long time to go without some lovin' (or in his case 25 yrs). He continued to look out into the distance, as if in deep thought and heavy conscious. "If you like..., I could hook you up with one of my boiz.., I could hook you up with T-Bo personally!"
"The homboi that was taking a train in the showers this morning...?" questioned Lex. "...naw thanks man!"
"What you want a virgin...?" asked Genuwine curiously, trying to read Lex's thoughts. "We could break you in one! I'm sure there's more than a few guys willing to bend over and break their seal for a millionaire boxer like you!"
"Break their seal...?" asked Lex, having an idea of what that meant.
"Yo..., every hoe starts somewhere!" informed Gen.
"I'm good man..., I love PUSSY!" insisted Lexington, keeping his focus straight. "You find some willing pussy up in here..., and you got a deal!"
"If I find you some pussy..., would you be willing to join my crew and head up the new boxing tournament I'm gonna ask the Warden to setup?" asked Genuwine, hopefully.
"Boxing tournament...?" asked Lex, shaking his head. "Ain't you heard...? My career's over! The Boxing Federation has banned me from putting on gloves professionally ever again!" he said, defeated. "Just as well..." he added, lowering his head before looking back out into the distance. "...I'll be 55 by the time I get out! What chance would I have at revising a boxing career at that age anyway?"
"Then fight amateur boxing!" suggested Genuwine. "Some of the prison systems have amateur boxing tournaments where you don't need a boxing license..., --what's to keep you from entering one of those? You'd kick ass, man!"
"Who'd wanna fight a former middle weight champion?" asked Lex, doubtfully.
"You kidding me...??" asked Gen. "Prisons'r fulla idiots with marbles for brains! All we have to do is set up a purse we know no one'll ever win..., and the niggas'll be climbing over each other to fight you!" offered Genuwine, causing Lex to think about it seriously. "So whadda you say...? You in...?" asked Gen.
"Tell you what..." said Lex. "...you find me some pussy..., some REAL legitimate pussy to fuck in here on a relatively consistent basis..., and I'll join your gang...!" stated Lex, honestly believing Genuwine would never find pussy in an all mens prison.
"Deal!!" smiled Genuwine, shaking the Champ's hand.
Pt-4
19 year old Morris Jenkins was finally starting to feel a little confidence living behind bars at one of the state's most notorious prisons.
Raped from the moment he entered the prison system by a cunning Muslim whom disguised his evil intentions by posing as a caring friend, Morris has finally connected with a group of men (the Mandingos) whom promised to watch his back. Genuwine (the Mandingos' leader) went to Morris personally to get him to join their prison gang. Morris didn't have to think twice, even after nearly being raped by one of the gang members who wanted to see him prove himself before accepting him (last chap).
Morris kissed his mother and his 18 year old girlfriend (Monique) goodbye in the Visiting Center before heading back into population. He was feeling good about himself, having redeemed himself from being Rashad's butt-boi.
As he walked down one of the long corridors towards the prison yard, he was grabbed from behind and physically forced into an unoccupied side room where he was violently thrown to the floor and kicked and beaten like an animal.
"You thought you were gonna just up and leave me after all the time and effort I put into training you...?!" said a familiar voice as Morris turned to see the Muslim Rashad walking towards him. "You're one crazy mother fucker if you think I'm gonna let those Mandino assholes have you after I taught you everything you know about pleasing a man!"
Morris was drooling blood from his mouth as he looked around at some of the Muslims that attacked him, --followers of Rashad whom thought he was the rightful leader after dethroning Muhammad. He cringed when he noticed the object Rashad was carrying in his hand as he approached closer. "I'll be dammed in another man's gonna have your ass after I curved it to the shape of MY dick...!!" yelled Rashad, as he attacked Morris with a homemade shank.
Morris tried to defend himself as he fought off Rashad's mad swings, but he was no match for the other Muslim inmates who helped their leader by holding his arms and legs to give their boss free reign in which to stab. After several punches with the knife, Rashad and his brethren left Morris to die on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
"Get rid of this!" ordered Rashad, wiping his fingerprints off the bloody knife before heading back to his coven.
Pt-5
CELLBLOCK-D
21 year old David Rodriguez stood out on the catwalk of his prison tier, looking out at all the inmates going on about their daily business. Some were sitting at the tables down on the ground floor playing cards, dominos, arm wrestling, etc..., while some others lay lounging in their cells listening to music with their earphones, watching TV, reading books, or sleeping.
As a gay man in prison, David's sexual urges wanted to take them all on, but out of respect for his straight older brothers (Raul & Carlos), he tried to compose himself and keep his sexual prowess under wraps.
David watched 24 yr old Marcellus Vasquez sneaking into Carlos' jail cell. Marcellus has become Carlos' regular bottom boy after being dumped by Carlos' older brother Raul. Carlos had been taking advantage of Marcellus' position, using his mouth and/or ass to fuck daily whenever the mood struck.
Marcellus still had feelings for Raul, and often longed for him whenever he saw him in or about the prison. But Raul was happily involved with David's ex --Alex Sanchez. Raul and Alex roomed together in the same cell, living as lovers. David couldn't help but feel a little animosity for their relationship, having had a relationship with Alex before Raul did. But Alex took up with the older brother after David found a new religious calling with The Brotherhood. Since the Brotherhood's disbandment, David had been feeling lost until he hooked up with a couple of the prison guards who stumbled upon him in the old prison Chapel. David knew the guards weren't so much interested in his religious beliefs as they were getting hot blow jobs, but David hoped that the prayers he preformed before the `exorcisms' would somehow make the guards see the error of their ways.
From his vantage point David could see Marcellus putting a bed sheet up against the bars, closing off the cell for privacy. He knew inside his brother Carlos would soon be fucking the inmate after getting his dick sucked for a time. David knew Raul and Alex was out in the prison yard, playing basketball with some friends.
He looked down at his watch, then realized 32 yr old prison guard Nicolas Duncan was coming on shift and waiting to meet him in the prison Chapel. David casually walked down the tier to the stairwell with a spring in his step, and a growing in his loins. David tried convincing himself that the Exorcisms he performed were purely for the guard's soulful pleasures, but the fact that his own dick was starting to rise in his pants told him that he was getting some kind of sexual gratification from blowing the officers. This bothered David as he really believed that the Exorcisms were spiritual. Getting an erection from performing them only cheapened the experience and proved what many said about the religion...: that the Brotherhood was fake, `just faggots getting their jollies from blowing straight guys'.
In the prison Chapel, David saw officer Duncan standing guard, a broad smile crossed his face as soon as he saw the handsome slim puertorican with the long black cornrows hanging between his shoulder blades. "Sup man...?" said David, happy to see his new friend. "Ready for another Exorcism?"
"You bet!" smiled Duncan, instinctively grabbing his bulge. "My girl's on her period man..., --got CRAMPS or some shit...!" he signed, explaining why he was standing there with an erection waiting for the inmate to show. "A good blow job would be kewl..." he added, walking the inmate into the Chapel, "...but some ASS would be even better!"
David was surprised to hear the guard requesting some ass, seeing how he had a well working pussy back at home with his live-in girlfriend. "I heard officer Darrin talking bout how ass feels just as good as pussy..., he made it sound just as good if not better! So I decided I wanna try it too! You okay with that?"
"Do I have a choice...?" asked David, knowing inmates HAD to do what guards demanded.
"Sure you have a choice...!" said Duncan, "I'm no rapist! If you don't wanna give up the ass you don't have to!" he added, stopping somewhere deep inside the Chapel. "But I could really use some good ass!" he insisted.
David thought about it for all of two seconds...
"Okay." he said, unbuttoning his pants.
"That's what I'm talking bout!" smiled Duncan, ripping at his uniform pants.
David fell to his knees before the officer as soon as his dick was free. He took the hard manhood into his mouth, suckling the sponge soft head and licking along the hard shaft. Duncan enjoyed the sexual appetizer, but was seriously looking forward to the main course. He'd fantasized about fucking ass for years, but his girlfriend would never contend to it. She said her pussy should be enough to satisfy a REAL man, and that any guy wanting to fuck a girl in the ass when she had a perfectly fine working pussy was just a gay man in disguise. That thinking kept Duncan from bringing up the subject with her ever again, but he still jacked off to anal scenes in the straight porn videos he rented.
David sucked back and forth on Duncan's dick, enjoying the soapy smell emitting from his crotch whenever his nose pressed into his fly. There was no doubt in Duncan's mind that David liked dick, he admitted his was gay upon meeting (chap-55, pt-7), and was now happily sucking his dick without performing the annoying task of the Brotherhood's Exorcism Prayer.
David bobbed his mouth faster, sinking all 8 inches of rock hard solid black guard dick into his throat with each plunge. Resting his hands on the officer's legs, he balanced himself while squatting on the balls of his feet, his handsome face swaying back and forth as he took more and more dick into his throat.
Duncan watched with excitement as his dick was swallowed up with ease. The handsome Rican groaned erotically from his throat, causing the dick to vibrate within the tight confides of his neck. Spit lubed the lengthy black tool as David's soft pink lips glided back and forth. Duncan could feel his dick starting to throb in David's hot heated mouth as he tired to hold himself back from cumming too soon.
Sensing Duncan's dilemma, David pulled his mouth reluctantly from the officer's piece, then stood up and placed his hands against the back wall, --assuming the position. Duncan grinned broadly as David's prison pants fell to his ankles, exposing his small but beautifully tan colored ass. He walked around behind the inmate, fisting his own wet dick as he stood directly behind him.
"You've got a real pretty ass..." moaned Duncan lustfully, running his curious hand along the smooth ass cheeks.
David looked back over his shoulder at the officer, smiling sweetly as he prepared to be fucked. "You take a lot of dick in prison?" asked Duncan curiously, wondering if he should wear a condom?
"No..." answered David, thinking back to all the dicks he'd taken in the past year. "...I had a steady boyfriend before I became a Cult member!"
"Good..." sighed Duncan, bending to get a better look at the cute fine ass before him. "...I didn't bring any rubbers with me this time..." he finished, taking a break from jacking to peel the cheeks apart, staring in at the tiny pink hairless pucker staring back at him. "Damn..." he groaned lustfully, liking what he saw. Acting on instinct, he leaned forward and licked the quivering hole with his extended tongue.
"ohh mannn..." groaned David, pressing his forehead against the wall for support. Growing weak in the knees, he pushed his ass back at the straight man kneeling behind him. Duncan licked the sweet looking boy-hole, then pulled back to look at his handy work. The tiny pucker now glistened with the shine of his spit. His dick jumped in his lap as he leaned in and licked again. "ohhh fuck..." whispered David, arching his back like a bow. Duncan buried his face in male puertorican ass as he began to suck wildly on the hole. David gasped in surprise as his asshole was eaten alive. His own dick was brick hard, already starting to leak pre-cum as it throbbed in his groin.
After only a few minutes of anal eating, Duncan stood up and pressed his dick head up against the spit slick bunghole. David held his breath as he pushed back on it, causing the head to sink through his soft anus lips.
"Shit...!" gasped Duncan, pushing more of himself inside. He pressed himself up against David's back as his entire dick sank into the anal sheath. He never felt anything so hot and tight wrapped around his dick before, no woman's pussy even squeezed his manhood like David's asshole did.
Unable to hold back, he began pulling and pushing his hips back and forth. His dick slipped in and out of the tight boy ass as David lay against the wall accepting the anal punishment. Duncan became beside himself with lust as he started to fuck harder, ramming his dick through the Rican boy's tight buns.
"Damn this shit is good...!" he exclaimed, grabbing hold of David's hips as he banged hard into his ass. "I can't believe I'm fucking another guy...! This shit is weird!"
"You like it?" asked David, looking back over his shoulder, panting breathlessly. "Is it tight enough for you?"
"Oh fuck, man...!" groaned Duncan, hammering his hips into David's ass. David pushed his ass back for harder fucking, flexing his talented hole around the plunging dick as it bore straight through him.
Duncan ran his hands curiously up David's smooth tan body, reveling in how soft and silky his skin felt. He used the inmate's flat taut stomach to pull his body back into him as he fucked, snuggling his face into the back of David's neck. David felt Duncan's breath on his neck, the scratchy bristles of his unshaved chin and cheeks were like sand paper to his soft skin. He loved giving himself up to a total man, letting them use his body as a fitting substitute for the failures of their women back home. Officer Nick Duncan was certainly enjoying his body, if his hard dick and enthusiastic thrusting was any indication.
"uhh...!" moaned David, loving the way the dick felt in his ass. He and Duncan set a good rhythm, both complimenting the other as they both humped back and forth into each other in opposite directions. Duncan's hands slipped up under David's shirt, his manly fingers reaching for a soft saggy pair of breasts when he suddenly remembered he was fucking a man.
"Shit...!" he grunted, forgetting for a minute as he toyed with David's tiny erect nipples. David reacted by flexing his asshole tighter, rhythmically massaging Duncan's dick until Duncan shoved his hips forward, burying his entire shaft as he started to cum. "Fuck!!" he yelled, losing his hot load to the inmate's ass.
David quickly reached down and began stroking his own hardon. He could feel officer Duncan's strong hands gripping his body tighter as he came, his rock hard bloated dick pulsating inside him as his balls emptied their entire contents inside his steamy ass guts. It didn't take David long before he was shooting his own thick heavy load all over the Chapel wall.
"UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH! OHH! Shit...!" he gasped, shooting 6 streaks against the wall.
Duncan kept his dick buried until he finished cumming, when he was done he pulled himself away and began tucking himself back into uniform.
"Was it good...?" asked David curiously, reaching down to retrieve his pants.
"Yeah. Look..., this stays between you and me, right? NOBODY else knows about this but us, right!?!" assured Duncan, feeling guilty after cumming inside another man.
"Of course!" promised David, no novice to keeping straight men's secrets. He watched officer Duncan's whole demeanor change as he straightened up his uniform and waited for David to finish dressing. "Did I do something wrong...?" asked the young inmate, taking note of Duncan's coldness.
"Naw..., I just got to get back to work!" insisted Duncan, leading David back out towards the Chapel exit.
"Will we get together again...?" asked David, skeptically.
"Definitely!" said Duncan, unsure if he could handle the guilt.
The two men went their separate ways after leaving the Chapel.
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