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/64 MORNING WOOD
Pt-1
PIEDMONT PENITENTIARY
Every morning before sunrise 28 year old (hermaphrodite prisoner) Kersey Gordon is allowed from his cell for an hour a day (as explained in chap-60, pt-2). Today he lays alone on the bunk of his cell in Solitary Confinement, holding onto his sore genitalia. Prison guards Patrick Beanmen (nicknamed; Deathrow) and Harry Slaughter (aka Sgt Slaughter) had fucked him royally in the prison shower, stealing his virginity (chap-61, pt-3).
Kersey's vagina throbbed an aching pain after being forcibly raped and roughly fucked against his will. Despite Kersey's unusual physical appearance (Kersey had no male genitals at all), he was straight and only dated women. He wanted to ask for medical help, but was deathly afraid that Beanman and Slaughter would seriously hurt him if he implicated them in his attack.
"Hey man..., you alright over there...?" asked the prisoner next door (Rick McDoogle) as he knocked on the wall and placed his ear up against it.
He could hear the prisoner next door moaning in physical pain, but none of the guards would come to his aid. "What happened to you man? You alright over there?" he asked. Kersey said nothing as he didn't want McDoogle finding out about his predicament. He merely ignored the helpful pleas of the stranger next door as he bared the pain of his own rape.
By next morning the doors to Kersey's cell opened. He jumped up startled as Beanman and Slaughter came into his cell. "Wakey wakey sleeping beauty!" teased Beanman as he ripped off Kersey's protective blanket.
"Time for some morning lovin, sweetheart!" said Slaughter, rubbing his cock bulge.
"Please..." begged Kersey, hiding his aching vagina behind his hands. "...I need a doctor..."
"Bullshit..., sweet thing like you had gotta be used to cock by now!" said Slaughter, grabbing Kersey's legs and twisting them like pretzels.
"No! Please...!!" he screamed as his legs were forced into missionary position.
Sgt Slaughter reached down with one hand and unzipped and freed his hardon, then aimed it up to Kersey's vagina and pushed in. "ARRHHHHH...!!" yelled Kersey as his womanhood was penetrated once again.
"Hey...! What's going on over here..??!" asked McDoogle, banging in his cell wall. Slaughter continued fucking Kersey, ramming his hips back and forth as he buried himself in the man's womanly parts repeatedly. Kersey pushed his hands up into Slaughter's chest, trying to push the over sized guard up off of him, but Slaughter just continued to fuck into him as if his opinions didn't matter. "Hey...! Leave him alone! What'r you guys doing to him over there??!" yelled McDoogle, overly concerned. "Sounds like you're killing him! I'll call the Warden!"
Beanman got tired of hearing McDoogle's interference, so he left Kersey's cell and started to unlock McDoogle's cell next door. Rick heard the locks being opened on his door, and suddenly started to panic with fear.
"Hey..., I'm sorry...! I'm sorry...!" apologized Rick, backing into a corner as Beanman rushed in with his billy-club.
"So you like to eavesdrop, eh...?" asked Beanman, beating McDoogle over the back and shoulders. "I'll show you what happens to inmates who interfere when we trying to get laid!"
Pt-2
GENERAL POPULATION
Kersey Gordon isn't the only inmate up before sunrise. In C-Block, 30 year old Muslim leader Jamal Fatah rolled over in his bunk and looked at his watch. The sun still hadn't risen as he climbed out of bed and crept over to his cellmate's bed (Abdul Shabot). Abdul was fast asleep, snoring lightly as Jamal peeled back his covers and pulled his boxers down below his balls. Jamal played with Abdul's dick for a few moments until he leaned forward and took his manhood into his mouth. Abdul was in the midst of a dream when he was lazily awakened by the gentle sucking of his dick. Before his eyes could even adjust to the dim light, he reached down and rubbed his hand over Jamal's short cut hair and scalp, looking at the silhouetted of his head bobbing in his lap.
Neither man said a word as they tried to get their morning sex in before "head count". Jamal slid his mouth up and down Abdul's dick length, pausing occasionally to suck preciously on the head. Abdul stifled a soft groan, not wanting to alert any inmates that may already be up at this early hour. He merely bit his lower lip as Jamal continued to service him, taking his dick expertly into his throat with occasion as he mashed his face into Abdul's groin.
Abdul lay back in bed and enjoyed the sweet mouth working up and down his shaft. He spread his legs at the knees to allow Jamal total access to his dick. Jamal buried his face in Abdul's groin as he quickly swallowed his dick down to the root. Abdul responded by having his dick flex appreciation once in Jamal's throat before the Muslim leader pulled back up to the head. He sucked feverishly about the crown, enjoying the delicious spurts of pre-cum before bobbing on the shaft again and taking the whole rod back into his throat.
"Shit man..., you trying to get that nut already...?" asked Abdul, knowing his dick couldn't take too much more of this before it popped its cork.
Jamal only responded by tightening his jaws and sucking harder. He'd known Abdul for several years now, and had always secretly desired him from afar. Rumor had always surround him and his former cellmate's (Muhammad) relationship as many of the prison Muslims thought they were lovers long before they actually were. As a code of honor no one approached neither man, respecting their union as cellmates and possible lovers, but now that Abdul was free to mess around with whom he chose Jamal took full advantage by making the man his own.
Abdul didn't realize what a rear commodity he was to the other inmates. His masculine demeanor coupled with his naïve view of the world made him a charmer to most of the hardened criminals, even the most slyest of foxes couldn't help but be attracted to his boyish charm and mentality. It's a very appealing quality when a hot man didn't realize how hot he is.
Jamal could feel the dick starting to pulsate more frequently in his mouth. He took great care not to scratch the tender surface of the flesh with his teeth, tucking them behind his lips as they curled inward on the down strokes.
Abdul felt his toes beginning to curl as his legs stiffened (a sure indication that he was about to cum). He latched onto Jamal's broad shoulders for support as the man bobbed faster on his dick. Abdul threw his head back into his pillow as he unloaded a flood of morning cum directly into Jamal's sucking mouth.
Jamal felt the deluge of semen and started moaning appreciatively. He allowed the seed to fill his mouth with 3 spurts before removing his mouth to swallow. He quickly recaptured the still spurting dick as he allowed the rest of the seed to finish blasting as Abdul's body relaxed and went limp. Abdul lay there for several moments while Jamal finished him off, cleaning his pipes and licking the shaft until all residue of sperm was gone.
When Jamal was sure Abdul was finished cumming, he removed his mouth, swallowed the remaining contents, and got up to return to his bunk. "Wait...!" whispered Abdul, sitting up on the side of his bed as he reached for Jamal's waistband.
Jamal stood there silently as Abdul yanked down his prison boxers and took Jamal's swollen manhood into his mouth. Jamal groaned aloud when he felt Abdul's warm mouth envelope him. He could still taste the sweet salty flavor of Abdul's cum in his mouth, his semen still rich on his breath as the handsome Muslim when to work on his own dick. Jamal didn't need reciprocation for the act he just performed, but it was surely welcomed. He stood and watched Abdul suck his dick, bobbing his talented head back and forth as he took more and more of his MAN into his throat. Unfortunately it didn't take long for Jamal to start shooting his load, fire rapid spurts of hot cum into Abdul's surprised mouth and he quickly gathered all the goo in his mouth before swallowing it down his throat.
"Thanks..." was all Jamal said as he removed his dick was wobbled back to his bunk.
Pt-3
D-BLOCK
26 year old Raul Rodriguez awoke in bed next to his cellmate boyfriend 20 year old Alex Sanchez. Raul saw the morning sun starting to peek up over the horizon as he snaked his arm around his bedmate to pull him back closer into his crotch. Alex stirred in his sleep as Raul kissed him affectionately about the back of his neck and bare shoulder.
Raul's morning woodie ventured up between Alex's butt cheeks as the head seek his moist hole. Still lubed from the previous night's fuck session, Raul easily slipped his hard 6 inch uncut dick into Alex's ass.
Alex began to awaken when he felt Raul starting to pump back and forth. He groaned softly as he instinctively pushed his ass back into Raul's pelvis and raised one leg for "Scissors Position". Raul stretched his head up beside Alex's as Alex turned his head for a sideways kiss. The two puertorican men's lips met as the slowly tongued each other's mouths while Raul steadily fucked into Alex's ass.
Alex had become quite used to morning fuck sessions with his cellmate. Since reconciling their relationship had bloomed and blossomed. Alex no longer feared getting too close to Raul, and Raul had no problem expressing his emotions to his male lover. He told Alex how he felt about him daily, and showed him how much he appreciated him every night after lights out, and every morning before head count. They made love at least twice a day practically everyday. Alex even began initiating some of the sex by enticing Raul or going down on him without being asked to. A genuine feeling of love and respect grew between them as they watched over each other during the day, and made love every chance they got at night.
Raul humped up into Alex's bare ass raw as they kissed and moaned like lovers in love. Alex's own dick grew hard as he reached down to stroke it. They knew they didn't have long before the guards would be demanding their presence on the catwalk, so they wasted no time trying to prolong their pleasures.
Raul came first as his dick started to succumb to the massage of Alex's rectum. He slammed his dick in balls deep on the final thrust and erupted a huge load of passion deep in his lover's ass. Alex stroked his dick harder when he felt Raul's load shooting inside him. He panted into Ra's mouth as his own dick quickly erupted all over his chest and stomach before settling on the bed sheets. Raul pushed all the way up inside him as his asshole flexed on the hardon. Both men slowly came down off their sex highs as they fell back on the pillows for a breather.
Raul didn't spend his time leading the Cartel anymore, allowing for more time to spend with his lover. That burden was placed on his brother (Carlos)'s shoulders as he took on all of his older brother's headaches and responsibilities. "Head Count!" called the guards after the morning buzzer woke every inmate in the Block. Carlos and his cellmate (Pablo) got out of their individual bunks and walked out onto the catwalk to line up with all the other inmates. 24 year old Marcellus Vasquez looked down the row of men to notice the boner poking a tent in Carlos' prison shorts. He couldn't take his eyes off of it as he smiled seductively at the Cartel leader when he caught him looking. After Head Count, the inmates were free to go about their business. Carlos walked back into his cell as Pablo threw on some clothes and followed the flow of traffic to the cafeteria for morning chow.
"Good morning Carlos..." said Marcellus, lingering in the doorway.
"Wussup...?" asked Carlos, standing upright as he casually rubbed his hand up and down his flat hairy belly, trying to decide if he wanted to eat first or shower first?
"Saw you out on the Walk..." said Marcellus, trying to act casual. "...was wondering if you needed any help with, uh..., THAT!" he finished, nodding towards Carlos' hardon.
Carlos looked down at the tend under his waistline and acted surprised.
"Sometimes it has a mind of its own!" he said, playfully. "You wanna get it down for me?" he asked, coyly.
"Anytime!" answered Marcellus, waiting for the go ahead.
Carlos casually reached down and squeezed the shaft through the shorts, causing a wet stain to dot the tip of the fabric.
"Its all yours...!" he said finally, releasing his hand.
Marcellus wasted no time crossing the cell as he reached for Carlos' bed sheets. "Naw man, no curtains...! If you want it, take it out inna open!"
Having no shame, Marcellus easily fell to his knees and reached up to peel back Carlos' shorts by the waistband. When the Cartel leader's 7 inch dick popped into view, Marcellus quickly sucked the head into his mouth and began nursing. Carlos stood for awhile as he watched the inmate work the head before sucking in the rest of the shaft. This was just what he needed as he tilted his head back and enjoyed the gentle massage of the hungry wet mouth.
Marcellus had been lobbying hard to be Carlos' regular fuck buddy, even doing a 3way with the Cartel boss and his cellmate for an audition (back in chap-55, pt-6). Since then Carlos has allowed Marcellus to eat his dick from time to time, but he hasn't yet committed to a more permanent deal like Marcellus wanted.
He sucked and licked along the hard tan shaft, occasionally sucking on the man's hairy ball sack before going back down on the shaft. Carlos took a seat on the edge of the bed after a few minutes as he allowed Marcellus to take control. Outside the cell Carlos saw Alex and Raul leaving for the showers as they passed his cell. Raul peeked in to see Marcellus whoring himself on his brother's meat. He smirked to himself when he thought of how hard Marcellus pursued him, pledging his love and devotion to be the best lover and companion Raul could ever hope for (back in chap-38, pt-2). Now look at him, probably offering the very same thing to Carlos.
Carlos waved a gang sign as Raul nodded his head `hello' and kept moving. Marcellus never saw them as he bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of his boss's dick into his mouth and throat. Carlos leaned back on his elbows and watched the straight man's lips go all the way down on his shaft. Marcellus' lips wrapped snuggly around Carlos' dick base as his throat muscles worked around the 7 inch shaft.
"uhh fuck..." sighed Carlos, giving the first signs of succumbing as Marcellus worked his magic.
Up and down, up and down, up and down sucked Marcellus, taking the dick deep into his throat with every downward stroke. He felt the dick stiffen in his mouth as it started to throb. He sucked harder, encouraged by the dick's lively pulse. He could hear Carlos breathing harder, his balls contracting in their hairy sack as his dick swelled then started to hose his morning dew into Marcellus' hungry mouth.
"AWWW FUCK..!" moaned Carlos, shooting his seed directly into the inmate's mouth.
Carlos felt the dick throbbing between his lips, filling his mouth with 7 full spurts of thick cum. When he was sure the orgasm was over, he pulled his mouth up off the head and swallowed before taking it back in to clean it off. He moved the foreskin back with his hand as he finished sucking all the cum from the shaft.
"Did you like that...?" asked Marcellus, looking for compliments as Carlos laid his head back against the wall and smiled sleepily.
"That shit was right up my alley, man...! Shit hit the spot!" he said happily.
"Did I make you feel good?" questioned Marcellus, still sucking along the head like a lollipop.
"Always..." said Carlos.
"Then how come you ain't made me your `boi' yet?" asked Marcellus, curiously.
Carlos chuckled as he pushed Marcellus out the way and stood up.
"Ain't that easy, man..." he said, pulling up his shorts to tuck his satisfied penis.
"Why ain't it?" asked Marcellus, sitting on the edge of the bed as he licked his lips clean.
"You and Raul have a history..." explained Carlos, not wanting to step on his brother's toes.
"Raul's with Alex..., he ain't thinking about me!" said Marcellus.
"Still man..., that's family! Family don't fuck with family's property like that!" reasoned Carlos, preparing his clothes for the day.
"But wasn't Alex David's boyfriend first, before Raul took him over?" asked Marcellus, causing Carlos to stop and think. "And didn't your DAD steal Alex from Raul before he died in the Riots?"
"Yeah..., but still, Raul's older...!"
"But YOU'RE Cartel leader..., YOUR word trumps them all!"
"I guess..." said Carlos, coming out of his trance as he donned his t-shirt.
"Why should you deny yourself a morning fuck every morning like I'm sure Raul's getting from Alex? Wouldn't YOU like to wake up to my mouth around your dick? Sucking out your load before you're even awake?"
"Fuck yeah!" said Carlos, grinning widely at the thought.
"Ain't no reason why you can't!" offered Marcellus. "Why should Raul be the only Rodriguez man getting it IN on a regular basis? Think about it...!" he added before leaving Carlos alone with his thoughts.
Pt-4
21 year old David Rodriguez rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he walked into the prison showers. He saw his older brother Raul showering next to his boyfriend and cellmate (Alex) and walked by quickly without saying a word. He went to the far back of the shower out of eyesight and turned on a showerhead.
The water spray over his face and shoulders, cascading down his slim smooth body as he grabbed the soap and started to lather up. He washed his hair and face before running his hands up and down his body. When he got to his ass he probed a few fingers inside to get rid of any deposits before lathering up his crotch. When he turned around to rinse off, he caught the eye of a blatino (black-latino) named Dominic who had been watching him soap his ass. David knew Dominic as one of Carlos' lower level henchmen, but had always thought the man was phoine as hell!
David nodded his head `hello' as Dominic ran his hand down to his soapy hardon and squeezed. David's eyes glued to the sight as he licked his lips lewdly. David knew he had an early morning fuck session with the prison guard Duncan later on after morning chow, but saw no reason why he couldn't use Dominic as an appetizer?
David scanned the shower for his brothers to make sure neither was within sight, then slowly turned around and ran a soapy finger up his ass crack and pushed backwards. Inmates standing nearby saw the not so discreet gesture as they waited to see the response.
29 year old Dominic Diaz walked right over to David and aimed his thick 8 inch hardon up to the ass. David pushed back until dick and ass met. As Dominic pushed up into the soft soapy hole, David let out a low satisfying moan as his ass was filled to capacity.
Dominic leaned in against David's back and started fucking, sliding his meaty Rican manhood in and out of the smooth silky chute. "I'd HEARD how sweet this ass was..." said Dominic, loving the way David's anus squeezed around his rod. "One of my homboiz told me he had you awhile back before you hooked up with that black guy Genuwine (waaay back in chap-11, pt-3)!" David said nothing as he tried to ignore what the inmate had to say and just enjoyed the fucking. "He said he tapped this ass a few times before your brother's stepped in and shut him down..., said they threatened to beat his ass if they caught him fucking with you again! But I get the feeling you ain't gonna tell `em if I tap that ass just right! Am I right?"
"ohhh..." moaned David, feeling Dominic's muscular body pressed close behind him as he rammed his dick in and out of him, his strong hands reaching around his torso to hold him steady as he pounded into his ass like a Chevy Truck.
"So if I wanted to meet you here every morning for a morning fuck, you'd be down with it?"
"ohhhhhhh...!"
"And if me and my boiz wanted to pull a train on you every night, you be down with that?"
"Oh Fuck..!!"
"You got some sweet ass, man...! You shouldn't let your brothers keep you from sharing it!"
"UHH!!"
"You want me to bust a nut in there, don't you?"
"AWWW...!!"
"You want me to cum off up in this sweet Rican pussy, don't you baby? Wanna feel me spill my load off in you?"
"Naw..." said David hesitantly.
"So where you want it baby? Tell me!"
"On my back...!" whispered David, oblivious to the men standing around him jacking off.
"Naw, baby...! I ain't about to waste my shit like that!" defied Dominic. "If I wanted my shit all over the floor, I'd've jacked off in my cell! I wanna pour my shit out into someone's pussy!"
"uhhh..."
"I'm about to nut right now, baby...!" warned Dominic, grabbing David about the shoulders as he doubled him in half and picked up the pace. "You want this nut in you? You want this nut up your pretty ass??"
"Yes...! Yes! Cum in me!" panted David breathlessly, bent over as Dominic rammed himself in and out harder and harder.
"Here it cums, baby!!" yelled Dominic, ramming his hips forth as he buried his dick 8 inches deep. "I'm cumming...!!"
"AHHH...!!" moaned David, feeling the cum bullets shoot off inside him.
"AAARRRRRHHHHHH...!!!" yelled Dominic as he came hard, shooting 8 to 9 spurts of hot blatino cum straight into David's bowels.
David accepted the load as he stayed bent over, his ass filling with the inmates scorching morning seed.
"Damn...!" sighed Dominic as he pulled out, rinsing his dick off under the water. "Thanks man..., I'll hook up that GB (gang bang) with my hommies real soon, aiight?" he said before walking slowly out of the shower room.
David stood up, his ass aching wonderfully as he got the good fucking he richly needed. He noticed some of the remaining inmates stroking their dicks, waiting for the go ahead from the pussy's owner. David wanted MEN, guys who didn't care rather he wanted a fucking or not. These men resembled passive bruthas, bruthas not worthy his sweet ass.
David finished his shower as he fingered his ass and forced Dominic's cum out of him. The slimy liquid sled quickly down the backs of his legs to go down the drain, washing away any evidence of another man. David still had to meet up with officer Nicolas Duncan at the closed off prison Chapel after breakfast chow for their morning fuck, he certainly couldn't meet up with the officer with his ass full of another man's nut.
Pt-5
ADMINISTRATION BUILDING
54 year old prison Warden Rueben Wallace got out of his car with his briefcase and walked into the prison. He greeted the staff as he signed in and made his way to the elevators to his office. When he got off the elevators, he was instantly greeted by a nice looking young black man. Wallace knew instantly by the man's wardrobe that he was an inmate.
"Mr Wallace...!" called the man, following behind the Warden as he walked quickly to his office to alert security. ""Mr Wallace..., can I have a minute...?"
"I don't speak to inmates, son!" said Wallace, cut and dry as he continued forth.
"I know..., I been to your office a dozen time! I really need to talk to you!" said the man, still following.
"I don't know what kind of program Dennis Ellis had around here..." said Warden Wallace, stopping in his tracks to turn down the inmate once and for all. "...but I don't condone prisoners having access into the administration building, especially up to MY office! Now I don't know WHAT you think you and I could possibly have to discuss.., but I am not interested in hearing what it is you have to s..."
"I wanted to talk to you about opening a prison boxing ring!" said the inmate quickly, before Wallace could send him away.
"Boxing...?" paused Wallace, having expected to hear the inmate complain about prison conditions or something.
"Yeah! We have a lot of inmates here that know how to box! If we had a ring, we could hold competitions..., get some of these men into something other than gang wars and riots!"
"I'm listening..." said Wallace, setting down his briefcase.
"And IF you set up matches in other institutions..., we could hold competitions in multiple prisons!" continued the man. "Just think of all the money you could generate with a public venue like that!" winked the inmate, getting Wallace's wheels turning.
"You have inmates already ready to fight?" asked Wallace, curiously.
"We have an ex middleweight champion!" added the prisoner.
Wallace's old face lit up with thought.
"I'll see what I can do, mister uh..."
"Ford!" said the inmate, shaking the Warden's hand. "Christopher Ford! But everybody calls me Genuwine!"
Pt-6
PRISON CHAPEL
David Rodriguez walked down the corridor leading to the Chapel. His dick was already hard with anticipation of the guard's hard dick in his ass. He saw 32 year old Nicolas Duncan waiting for him as he walked up.
"Bout fucking time you got here, inmate! My dick's hard as shit!" said Duncan, leading the way into the closed Chapel.
"What happened...? Girlfriend wouldn't give up any pussy?" joked David, carefree.
"Don't ever talk about my girl!!" yelled Duncan, catching David off guard. "Stinking lil' faggot convict like YOU don't deserve to talk about her!"
David was shocked by Duncan's explosion of hate, they had been fuckmates for more than a few weeks now. "Get your ass in there and pull down your fucking pants!" ordered the guard. David obliged, more than a little frightened of being sent to Solitary Confinement if he didn't.
David unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor as he assumed the position face up against the wall. He heard Duncan unzipping his uniform pants as he walked up behind him. "You still not giving that shithole up to no prisoners, are you?" he asked, stroking his hardon as he prepared to fuck the inmate from behind.
"No..." lied David, his ass still stinging from the shower fuck he just took not too long ago.
"Good! Cause if I caught something and took it back to my girl..., I'd fucking KILL you!!" said Duncan, aiming his dick up to the hole before pushing in.
David held his breath as Duncan's dick sank easily into his ass (a little too easily). Duncan moaned aloud when the affects of David smooth silky chute caressed his hardon. He ground himself around inside him for a minute before pulling back to fuck.
David said nothing as his mind raced back to the first time officer Duncan fucked him (chap-55, pt-7). How many inmates had used his ass since they started messing around? Luckily David couldn't think of any (besides officer Duncan's prison guard friends Darrin Daniels and Jason Cartwright [chap-57, pt-7]) until this morning in the prison showers with Dominic. And David didn't think Dominic had anything, not with those gorgeous muscles and rippling abs!
David leaned contently against the wall as officer Duncan fucked in and out of him, his ass even more relaxed than unusual after the wonderful dicking he got this morning.
Officer Duncan held David tightly about his trim waist, fucking hard into his ass as he shoved his 8 inch hardon in and out without concern. He came to work angry with a chip on his shoulder, and could find no better way to vent his aggression than by beating up the 21 year old puertorican inmate's innards with his dick.
David knew Duncan was acting more aggressive than usual, but he found the extra punch in his thrusts exciting as the man held him tightly and hammered him hard. The prison Chapel provided more seclusion than the prison showers, so David was able to enjoy the hard fuck by moaning as loudly as he wanted without drawing any unwanted attention.
Officer Duncan liked hearing the boy yell uncomfortably, he liked knowing he had the potential to use his dick as a weapon if needed, causing someone serious pain if he wanted. He picked up the pace as he fucked up into David's tender ass faster. David took the fucking like a champion as he graciously received every thrust, pushing his ass back to gobble up the full length as pelvic bone slammed into soft flesh.
Duncan knew this fucking wouldn't take long, especially after learning he wouldn't be getting any more of his girlfriend's pussy for a long long time. He fucked and fucked into the hot yellow ass, giving David everything god gave him to work with. He felt his balls already knotting at the base of his dick, eager to get rid of the load they had been carrying for days. David sweet ass felt just like fucking pussy, the soft wet velvety center sucked sweetly along Duncan's shaft like pussy walls. He knew he could hold back no longer when he shoved his dick all the way in and came.
"AAEEEWWWWW SHITTTTT...!!!" he yelled as the cum wrenched from his balls almost painfully.
David felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him when the first shot blasted his bowels, shooting all the way up into his stomach. "AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AWWW!" panted Duncan with each release. He felt David's asshole sucking at his meat like a leach, trying to suck all the cum from his pulsating shaft as he buried it in the man's pussy like backside.
David felt every pulse and throb as the dick emptied his contents into him. He felt officer Duncan collapse on his back, falling onto him as his essence was sucked out through his dick. When he finally regained his strength and composure, he pulled back and freed himself from David's velvety insides. His dick came falling out of the oven hot glove to lay limp over his loosening ball sack as he prepared to tuck them all back in his pants. "That was good man, thanks!" he said as he zipped up.
"Is everything alright?" asked David, reaching down to retrieve his pants.
"Whadda you mean?" asked Duncan, clueless.
"You okay...? You were a lil' rougher than usual...!" said David, being careful not to ignite another fiery reaction.
"Oh, sorry man..., its my GIRL n'shit!" stated Duncan, acknowledging there was a problem. "She got herself arrested for fuckin' prostitution a couple of days ago! And to top it all off, her stupid ass brother got himself killed in our apartment (referring to Ramona "Mona" and Chauncey from chap-62)! So now I gotta fuckin' move and I ain't got no pussy to fuck!" complained the guard, zipping his pants.
David finished dressing and then patted Duncan on the shoulder sympathetically.
"Well until you get yourself another girlfriend..., I'd happily be her replacement pussy!" said David, receiving a huge smile from Duncan.
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