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 its intended population. Overcrowding 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/69 UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Pt-1
54 year old prison Warden Reuben R. Wallace has cleared the go ahead for contractors to start tearing down the old remains of the Brotherhood's Prison Chapel, and start building the new Boxing Ring (the brainchild of 28 y/o inmate Chris Ford aka Genuwine).
"Looks like we're gonna have to find a new spot to rendezvous in...!" said 32 yr old prison guard Nicolas Duncan, meeting up with 21 year old prisoner David Rodriguez for another sex session at the Chapel. "Word is this place'll be torn down real soon..., a bunch of construction workers will be building a new boxing center here!"
"Construction workers, eh...?" questioned David, imagining all those hot bodied young men in tight jeans and sweaty work shirts carrying heavy tools and bulging muscles...!
"Don't worry though..., I know a spot I can get you in, we'll have total privacy...!" assured Duncan, leading the way into the Chapel.
David was starting to have second thoughts about his sex deal with the prison guard. After hooking up with Dominic Diaz, David now felt as if he wanted to settle down with the handsome Puerto-rican, or at least become his regular fuck buddy!
Duncan found a quiet spot and began to unzip his uniform. David felt obliged to get down on his knees and service him, after all it was their agreement.
David waited for Duncan to fish his stiff dick from his uniform pants, then leaned in and took the 8 inch brown dick into his mouth. He gently licked and sucked the hard smooth shaft, taking the head deep into his throat. He bathed the entire dick in warm spit as he massaged his tongue up and down the underbelly.
Officer Duncan stood there, facing the wall and enjoying his delightful blow job. Since losing his girlfriend (Mona) to police in a prostitution bust, his sex life had gone steadily downhill, thank goodness for the penal system and guys like David Rodriguez who found prison guards irresistible.
Duncan watched the cute young Rican swallow his dick down to his balls, grounding his slim tan colored face into his groin as he breathed in the smell of his sweaty public hairs through his buried nose. Slowly he retracted, pulling his pink lips up the brown shaft as he sucked marvelously about the head. Duncan waited a few more minutes, enjoying the awesome lip service before pulling out of David's mouth and motioning for him to stand up and drop his pants.
David was reluctant to do so as he'd just had sex with Dominic Diaz in his cell after his morning shower. David woke up with a tremendous need to feel the perfectly built blktino in his ass. Dominic was more than happy to comply as he kicked his cellmate from the cell, threw a bed sheets curtain up against the bars for privacy, and fucked David in every position he could think of. David didn't want to shower after letting Dominic fuck him (despite having a standing date with officer Duncan), wanting to keep the blatino's body scent on him, --his rectum leaking tiny dew drops of spent semen in his prison undies as he walked from his cell feeling rejuvenated.
David waited as Duncan spit onto his fingers, then rubbed them onto the head of his dick before placing it up to David's already well greased hole. David pushed back as the officer's dick started to force its way into him, prying open his anus. He relaxed his sphincter muscles allowing the dick to penetrate. Duncan grabbed him by the waist and pushed his hips up into David's ass. David felt the entire dick sink straight up into him.
"Awww shit you feel so good...!" groaned Duncan, loving the hotness inside David's ass.
Slowly he began to fuck back and forth, drilling his dick in and out of the Rican boy's sweet cubby hole as he fucked him from behind. David supported his weight on the wall in front of him, titling his ass back towards Duncan so the Corrections Officer could have total access into his butt.
Duncan fucked through the snug fitting anal ring, picking up speed as the hole conformed to the shape of his dick. David started to pant, breathing heavier as his body was being used. He could feel Officer Duncan making quick work of this fuck session, knowing he had to be back on duty. David said nothing as he stood in silence, grunting occasionally as he thought about his feelings for Dominic. He knew it was crazy to have such strong feelings for someone like Dom in prison where the relationship could never be real, but he couldn't help but fall for the sexy latino's handsome face and boss physique. David suddenly felt as if he were cheating on Dominic, as if they already had a relationship. He wanted to stop Officer Duncan from fucking him, but felt obligated to let the Officer have his way.
Duncan was in a zone as he humped into David's ass. He missed fucking his woman on a regular basis, but was grateful to have a hot little latino like David to stick his dick in whenever he got horny. Since the absence of his woman, he'd been more and more horny to get his dick inside David. David had indeed become his pussy substitute, his asshole becoming his very own personal vagina to fuck and dump in when times got hard. He was growing more and more used to fucking David's asshole, -loving the texture, the elasticity, the soft silky anal walls, and the milking sphincter muscles which gripped around his buried shaft whenever David came before he did. Duncan felt as if he knew David's ass inside and out. So when he felt David's asshole starting to become really wet all of a sudden, Duncan knew this wasn't a normal occurrence. Curiously he pulled his dick from the sucking hole, expecting to see shit all over the surface. But instead of shit he saw a slimy film coating his manhood. Duncan ran his fingers over the slime, then brought it up to his nose and sniffed. The unmistakable smell of semen attacked his nostrils as he bent down and grabbed David's ass cheeks and roughly pulled them apart. Anger quickly swelled inside him as he saw a steady stream of someone's discarded sperm dripping from the relaxed butt muscles.
David was completely unaware that Dominic's cum was leaking out of him, and clueless that Officer Duncan suspected anything until he felt the Officer stand up and physically spin him around and roughly shove his back into the Chapel wall. "You dirty little faggot...!!" yelled Duncan, his face twisted in absolute anger. "You told me you weren't fucking nobody else!!" he shouted, making David's eyes grow wide with panic. "And here you let me fuck you with some other nigga's nutt dripping from your ass...?!!"
Before David could say anything in defense to try to explain, he felt Officer Duncan's fist punch directly into his gut, --knocking the air from his lungs. David doubled over in physical pain as another fist landed on the side of his face. Falling to the ground, he looked up to see Officer Duncan taking his baton off his hip. David knew he was in serious trouble as he tried to run, but his ankles were caught in his bundled prison pants which were wrapped around his ankles like shackles. Duncan preceded to beat David about the back and shoulders with the stick, screaming out every racist, lewd, disgusting insensitive, crude and homophobic remark he could think of.
Pt-2
THE YARD
27 yr old Chris Ford (Genuwine) walked across the prison Yard when he saw 30 yr old former middle-weight boxing champion Lexington Bowmen sitting on a bench by himself. "Sup Lex...?" asked Genuwine casually, slapping hands with the former celebrity as he sat down beside him and watched the friendly game of B-ball between two prison groups. "You know the Warden's okayed the Boxing Ring..., it'll be built real soon!" advised Genuwine, preparing Lex for a comeback.
"I told you man..., my boxing days'r all over! You see where I am?" asked Lex, looking around the prison Yard.
"Ain't no reason why you can't make a comeback..., or at least build yourself an account while you here in prison! You gonna need smokes, candy, beer, liquor, as well as other things from the store you might want for your personal use! Ain't shit here in the prison free! And the stuff they give you for monthly supplies ain't shit! Trust me man, you gonna want your own account!"
"You have one?" asked Lex, curiously.
"Hell yeah!" answered Genuwine. "Most inmates do! Some get people from the outside to send them money..., their wives, their girlfriends, their mommas..., shit like that! But others, like me..., we make our money in the joint! Everything I get go into my account for when I finally get outta this bitch! Everything else I get as perks for being a Cartel member!"
"Cartel...? You mean like mafia...?" asked Lex.
"Prison mafia! We run the drug ring, set up male prostitutes to fuck..., shit like that!"
"So that's why you were offering me your cellmate's ass...!" reasoned Lex, getting back to the game.
"I could get you other shit too..., DVD players, stereo set, cell phone, lap top –minus online of course...! But you name it, I can get it!" offered Genuwine.
"What about that pussy I asked for? Can you get that?" asked Lex, knowing it was impossible.
"I'm working on it man!" said Genuwine, looking around in despair.
"Who you got in mind...?" asked Lex, curiously. "I don't want no faggot inmate! I told you I ain't into fucking no man!"
"I know, I know..., --I'm trying to get the Warden's secretary!" said Genuwine.
"Is she hot?" asked Lex, imagining a hot young white girl with big tits and a firm ass.
"She might've been 20 years ago...!" said Genuwine, killing Lex's fantasy. "...but if you want real pussy, you can't be too picky about what I bring you...!"
"I hear you, dawg..." said Lex, getting back to the game. "So long as she don't look like Frankenstein's bride..., or be 1000lbs or something like that...!" reasoned Lex, still with the deal.
Pt-3
This morning 34 year old Davis Wood awoke, still feeling saddened by the memory of his wife running out on him after realizing what had been happening to him in prison for the past several months (chap-67, pt-3).
In the bunk across the cell lay his biggest tormentor, --30 yr old Mason Miller. Mason awoke with his daily erection already standing stiff and tall under his bed sheet. He looked over to Davis' bed to see why he hadn't yet crawled over and commenced to sucking his dick like he'd been taught? He was just about to get up and teach him a new lesson when he suddenly felt his sheets being lowered, and Davis' head appearing over his groin.
"Oh..., you lucky boi..., I was just about to come drag you outta that bed...!" stated Mason, lying back as he closed his eyes and waited for the hot mouth. Davis paused, his mouth poised directly over Mason's manhood. "What the fuck you waitin' for..., a fuckin' invitation...?" asked Mason, slapping Davis about the back of the head to get him moving.
Davis was no punk. He'd managed to keep his back to the wall and defend himself from aggressive inmates like Mason before, but that was when he had his partner James Derekson watching his back. Since James' death (back in chap-31, pt-3) Davis had gone down hill, turning to drugs to forget the pain of his friend and becoming easy bait for someone like Mason who strong armed him into submissive service. Davis remembered Muhammad trying to reach out to him, to remind him of who he was before Mason stabbed him to death in the prison library (chap-51, pt-1). Davis was high then and vaguely remembered the incident, but recalled all the blood which splattered everywhere. After the murder Mason grabbed him up and rushed him out of the library along with all the other inmates, leaving Muhammad to bleed to death.
Davis reached down onto the pocket of his prison pants just as he took Mason's dick into his mouth. "That's betta...!" said the bully as he lay his head back to rest and enjoy before the morning buzzer. Davis sucked his toothless mouth up and down the hard shaft as he quietly pulled a shank from his pocket. Mason grabbed his head and started to roughly fuck up into his face while Davis tried to build up the nerve to kill a man in cold blood. Every instinct in his body told him that he needed to kill Mason, to do it when he was at his most vulnerable (at the precise moment he's cumming in his mouth). He held the shank tightly in his hand which he had hidden under the edge of Mason's bedrail. He allowed the slightly younger man to roughly fuck his face, letting him get into the oral rape as he humped up into Davis' face while forcing Davis' head down into his lap. Mason's big 9 inch uncut dick pierced straight into the back of Davis' throat, causing him to involuntarily bite down. Davis' gums chewed along the meaty glands of Mason's dick, heightening the rapist's sexual experience as he jammed more and more of his horse choker between Davis' toothless jaws.
Memories of all the other times Mason raped him filled his brain as the man continued to jam his dick down his throat. Davis remember begging Mason not to turn him into prison pussy, offering instead to be Mason's personal bitch for the duration of their prison sentences. But Mason merely laughed at Davis' request, saying he could make him do both! He doped Davis up more, then physically forced him to suck off other inmates. Davis had had a pretty good reputation around the prison as a man who could take care of himself, but now inmates were lining up to use his mouth and ass, treating him like alley trash as they bent him over stairwells, benches, trashcans, laundry carts, and bedrails to stick their dicks in his holes.
Mason was getting close to blowing his morning load as his hands tightened on Davis' head. He fucked harder into the mouth, using Davis' head like a buoy as he forcibly bobbed it up and down in his lap faster and faster.
Davis didn't fight, he allowed Mason to use him as his own fist tightened about the shank. Gobs of juicy spit slobbered down Mason's towering prick as it started to throb and pulse. Davis knew it was only a matter of seconds before he was tasting Mason's morning seed. He prepared himself to do the unthinkable, ready to plunge the shank directly into the monster's heart. But the thought of his children suddenly came to mind as Davis realized the years that would be tacked onto his already lengthy sentence. Just as Mason shoved his face all the way down into his groin and started to cum, Davis reluctantly slipped the shank back into his pocket, deciding his children was worth more than killing Mason.
Mason came heavily (as he did every morning), pouring a gut full of semen into Davis' stomach to digest. When he was done, he pushed Davis away just as the morning buzzer rang. He used Davis' t-shirt to clean himself up as he got out of bed and tucked his softening dick back into his shorts. Smirking at Davis he stepped out onto the catwalk for headcount.
That was this morning..., now Davis stood in the Yard of the prison, looking over at the Muslims as they mourned the death of one of their former members (Amahd), while worrying the fate of another (Abdul).
Davis walked up to the group of about 10 (or more) men as they gathered around two benches, talking quietly amongst themselves. Davis could see they were in a solemn state as 2 of the Muslims jumped up from their perch when he walked up, stopping him before he got too close to their leader (Jamal), whom sat staring out into the far distance.
"What do you want...?" asked one of the men, holding Davis back at an arms length.
"I uh..., I wanted to speak with Jamal, --if that's okay...?" said Davis, respectfully.
"He ain't seeing nobody right now...!" said the man, denying passage.
"Oh..., okay..." said Davis sorrowfully, as he turned to walk away. He really needed to speak with Jamal, but wasn't about to rock the boat or get a beat down for it.
Jamal sat quietly on the bench, silently worrying about the fate of his cellmate (who was attacked in chap-66, pt-6). He looked up from the ground, putting aside his worries for a second as he wondered what Davis wanted.
"Yo..., waitaminute...!" he called, causing Davis to stop and turn. Everyone watched as Jamal got up from the bench and walked over to where Davis stood. "Wussup...? What can I do for you?"
Pt-4
19 yr old Morris Jenkins stood with his gang members of the Mandingos as they stood around in groups watching each other's backs and playing craps with home made dice made cut out of bars of soap. While his friends were all betting their hard earned money, Morris was busy keeping an eagle eye on the Muslim Rashad as he seemed to befriend another young lonely inmate in the Yard. Rashad had pulled away from the first Muslim order to make up a denomination of his own (formed sometime after chap-50). Morris saw Rashad talking with his fellow religious friends while eyeballing the new inmate standing alone by a fence, looking out towards the bridge in the distance and wishing he were far, far, away.
Rashad stepped away from his followers and walked over to the kid. Morris could just imagine what he was telling him, saying things like `a guy like you shouldn't be alone in a place like this, there'r a lot of predators lurking around to take advantage of you. If you stick with me, I'll watch your back and protect you.' Morris watched as the boy shook hands with the rapist, then walked back with him into his group of co-conspirators.
"Reminds you of somebody, doesn't it...?" asked Genuwine, suddenly appearing by Morris' side.
"Oh shit...!" jumped Morris, having missed seeing Genuwine walk up.
"I see you eyeing Rashad..." said the Mandingo leader, keeping their conversation private from the rest of the group whom kept playing craps. "Memories starting to come back...?"
"No!" answered Morris. "I still don't remember who attacked me!"
"I don't know why you're trying to protect him..." said Genuwine, not buying the amnesia story. "If you finger him as your attacker, he's as good as dead..., business ally or not!"
"I don't remember...!" insisted Morris, sticking to his story.
Geunwine hunched his shoulders...
"Well..., maybe his next victim'll have better luck!" he said before walking off, leaving Morris to his own thoughts.
Pt-5
David Rodriguez limped back to his cell Block with a bruised face, a bloody lip, and sore ribs. He grabbed onto his side as he slowly made his way back towards his cell by hugging the prison walls for support.
"Raul...!" called Alex Sanchez, spotting the bad shape David was in as soon as he entered the Block.
Raul Rodriguez (David's oldest brother) appeared on the catwalk overhead after hearing his name called so frantically. He looked down to see his boyfriend Alex attending to David's bruises.
"Raul...!" called Alex, looking up to see the older brother looking down on them. "Somebody beat up David really bad! He needs to get to the infirmary...!"
"Not my problem!" said Raul, walking back into his cell.
David groaned in immediate pain as his ribs ached.
"Come on..., I'll take you...!" said Alex, putting David's arm up around his neck to help carry him.
"No...!" declined David. "No doctors! They will wanna know who did it!"
"WHO did do it??" asked Alex, curious himself.
"I can't say..." said David, his cute face scrunched up in painful agony.
"That's crazy, David! You have to tell who did this to you! What if they come after you again? What then?"
"I can't..., I deserved it...!" said David, refusing medical treatment.
Just then Dominic and his boiz came in from playing B-ball out in the Yard.
"Yo.., what happened...?" asked Dominic, seeing David sitting at one of the ground floor tables, half his cute face marked with reddish/purple bruises.
"Somebody beat him up real good..." explained Alex, not knowing the relationship between Dom and David. "But he wouldn't go get medical treatment..., and he won't say who did it!"
Dominic handed the basketball off to one of his hommies, then physically picked David up in his arms and carried him (like a damsel in distress) up to his cell. Alex was surprised at the act of shivery as he and Dominic's homboiz followed behind.
Dominc lay David down on his bed, then went to the sink to ring out a cool rag to use as a compress. He gently placed it over David's forehead as he stroked his hair back with his fingers. "You okay, man...? What can I do for you...?" he asked as everybody crowded around his cell door.
"Nothing..., thanks..." smiled David, just glad to be in his presence.
Dominic reached down and grabbed David's hand, holding it affectionately as the two men looked into each other's eyes. It was then that Alex realized there was more going on here than meets the eyes.
Pt-6
Rashad escorted the new young inmate in his care into one of the prison stairwells while two of his men stood guard outside. The new recruit looked confused as Rashad started to tell him that "protection doesn't not come free!" He unzipped his prison pants as the new inmate (Wendall White) got the hint and knelt down on his knees.
Rashad smiled as the new inmate (afraid of getting gang banged) leaned forward and took his first dick into his mouth. He tired sucking Rashad's as best he could, but was just a beginner and couldn't help scratching the delicate surface with his sharp teeth. After only 2 minutes of bad blow job, Rashad knew he'd never cum using the boy's mouth!
"AAARRRRRRHHHHH...!!" screamed the boy as Rashad's dick quickly penetrated his asshole minutes later, piercing straight up into his murky gut.
The bodyguards listened from outside the door as the new fish got punked by their leader.
18 year old Wendall White thought stealing cars was fun back in his hood. For six whole years he enjoyed stealing some of the best cars money could buy, joy riding them for days before turning them into chop shops to be broken down for their expensive parts. When he mistakenly stole the expensive car of a federal judge, he got the maximum sentence allowed.
Now looking back in hindsight, he finally saw the error of his ways.
Wendall held on tightly to the stairwell railing as his ass was forcibly fucked from behind. His asshole burned painfully as his insides were fucked raw. He wanted to fight the Muslim off his back, but was too afraid of being offered up to murderers who would get off on beating him (or worse) while fucking him.
Rashad closed his eyes and smiled as his dick was choked by the boy's tight gripping sphincter muscles. He loved breaking in virgins, taking their virginities and lining their colons with their first ever burst of semen. He hadn't had his dick in anything so delectably tight since he took 19 year old Morris Jenkins' virginity some months ago!
Morris fought back when he put Rashad in the infirmary for nearly a week with a bad concussion. Rashad got even when he and his bodyguards stabbed Morris and left him for dead (chap-59, pt-4). Rashad thought he had unfinished business when Morris (unexpectedly) (miraculously) returned from the infirmary alive! But he'd heard rumors that Morris had memory loss of the attack, and had no idea who tried to kill him. Rashad thought this was lucky of Morris, for he had been prepared to rectify his mistake by making it more permanent.
Rashad fucked into Wendall's ass with deliberately hard thrusts, wanting to know just how much punishment the boy's hole could take. After about 10 minutes of solid uninterrupted fucking (with Wendall screaming all the way), Rashad finally came up the boy's sore backside, sending streamers of semen well deep into the battered innards.
"All done...!" he announced, pulling his softening dick from the sore shitty hole. "See..., it wasn't as bad as you thought, now was it?" he asked jokingly, cleaning his dick with a rag before tucking it back into his pants.
Wendall wiped the tears from his eyes as he reached down to retrieve his pants from around his ankles. His ass hurt terribly, but at least the rape was quick. He felt relieved that he had survived his first prison fuck with his life still intact. He was just starting to fasten his pants when Rashad left, telling his bodyguards "he's all yours...!" Wendall's eyes widened when one of the two men took Rashad's place with him in the stairwell, while the other one stood guard.
"Rah..., Rashad said he had my back...!" said Wendall, believing the Muslim word meant something.
"He does...!" responded the bodyguard, pulling his own hard dick from his prison pants. "...we ALL do...! Now get your ass over here and bend over!" he ordered.
Shock registered Wendall's face as he realized he would have to take on both of Rashad's bodyguards as well. When Wendall took too long to comply, the angry bodyguard roughly grabbed him and spent him around. Wendall was pushed over the railing as his pants were forced down exposing his ass for fucking. He felt the man step in behind him as he fondled his asshole with his finger before shoving his dick inside.
"AAARRRHHH...!!!" screamed Wendall as his asshole was taken yet again.
Barely over the first fucking, his sore anal muscles fought for redemption only to be battered once more. He could feel the man's hands desperately holding him in place while he fucked him. Wendall felt like a piece of meat in the midst of a lions' den, being torn to shreds as the animals mauled him repeatedly. Fresh tears stained his facial cheeks as he screamed at each inward thrust forced up his ass. The men seemed unconcerned of his pain and discomfort as all they cared about was getting themselves off.
Wendall was still in the middle of his humiliation when he heard the stairwell door open. The second Muslim man walked in, unable to wait his turn outside. He fished his erection from his pants, then walked around to the head of the boy captive. Wendall felt him guiding his head towards his dick as the fat head pushed against his lips. Wendall knew he had no choice as he allowed the dick to enter his mouth. Instantly the man complained about his teeth, yanking his meat from his mouth and slapping his hardon against the inmate's face. Wendall could feel the heft of the engorged penis slapping his facial cheeks like a club. Occasionally the man would force his dick back into his mouth for a few quick pumps before pulling out again. Wendall's mind was in a daze when the first Muslim shoved his dick all the way up inside him and came. Wendall rose up on his tip-toes to escape the impelling as the man emptied his balls off in his guts. The second man immediately spun Wendall around until his back was facing him, then shoved his own misused hardon into the boy's battered buttock. Wendall wailed another screeching scream as his innards were once again filled his dick. His watery eyes focused on the dick that had just fucked him as the first Muslim cleaned the shit, cum and blood off his dick with a hankie. Wendall knew his cherry had been broken my the men as the third dick fucked into him with relatively more ease.
Pt-7
RICANVILLE
24 yr old Carlos Rodriguez looked in on his little brother as he was being attended to affectionately by the inmate Dominic. He said nothing as onlookers filled him in on what they knew (which wasn't much). Carloes watched Dominic applying cool compresses to his brother's forehead, helping soothe some of his headache as he tried to sleep off the pain.
Carlos left the cell to go to his older brother's. 26 yr old Raul Rodriguez was in his own cell with the bed sheets up over the bars for privacy. Inmates know not to disturb an inmate when the sheets are up as it meant he wanted total privacy. But Carlos ignored the unwritten law as he tore down Raul's drapery to reveal him on top of his cellmate/boyfriend (Alex Sanchez), fucking him in missionary position with his knees pressed up against his shoulders. Alex wasn't really in any mood to be fucked by his boyfriend after witnessing how Raul turn his back on his brother in a time of need, but did what was expected of him as a submissive partner. Raul humped away on top of him for a straight 15 minutes, thrusting his dick in and out of his firm warm asshole as he slowly built himself up for climax.
"Raul..., we need to talk...!" informed Carlos, not caring that Raul was in the midst of sex.
Raul looked over his shoulder as he continued pumping into Alex.
"Give me a minute...!" insisted Raul.
Carlos stood there as the two men continued their love making. Alex was extremely embarrassed as anyone walking by could see him being punked right out in the open. Carlos himself watched as his older brother's tan ass humped up and down, drilling his 6 inch uncut hardon straight through Alex's gripping anus. Fortunately it didn't take Raul too much longer to cum, as he shoved his dick all the way in and held it there as he grunted aloud in Alex's ear. Alex accepted the sperm deluge as it flooded his anal canal in rich creamy white dick sauce. He could feel the cock pulsating inside him as it filled him up. His own dick lay limp against his abdomen, never having hardened.
"What's up...?" asked Raul, after pulling out of Alex and rolling off of him.
"Did you see what happened to David?" asked Carlos, watching his brother put on his pants as Alex scurried to cover up.
"Yeah..., I saw. So what?"
"So I heard you did nothing as he lay there hurting..." responded Carlos.
"David's affairs ain't got nothing to do with me!" said Raul.
"Since when??" asked Carlos.
"Since he decided he want to be a prison hoe!" retaliated Raul. "I'm tired of running around fixing David's mistakes, --cornering men in stairwells after he let them fuck him! If he wants to be a cumdump..., let him!"
"He's our brother...!" reasoned Carlos.
"He's a fag whore who can't get enough dick in him!" challenged Raul, receiving a fast fist to the face from his younger brother.
Raul fell backwards onto the floor as Alex watched in shock from the bed. Raul looked up at Carlos (who was seeing red), --more shocked by the sucker punch than hurt.
"I've known you to do some sleazy things in your life, Raul..., but turning your back on your family is the worse!" said Carlos, sounding completely sickened by his brother's actions.
"Yeah, well..., see how high YOU hold your head up after running this family, the business, and the Cartel for awhile! YOU wear my shoes, THEN you start telling me how much of a disappointment I am!" stated Raul, wiping a trickle of blood from his bottom lip as he lay on the floor. "You know..., dad wasn't no easy act to follow, and leaving the business ain't no piece of cake! Once YOU get tired of killing niggas for stupid reasons..., you gonna be right where I am..., on the bottom looking up!"
Carlos started to feel pity for his brother as he un-balled his fists as saw Raul for what he really was.
"I'll do that, Raul..." he said, holding out his hand to help his brother to his feet. "...and hopefully I'll end up better than you!"
"I hope so too!" said Raul, staring Carlos eye to eye as the middle brother and Cartel leader turned and silently walked away.
Raul walked over to the sink where he hung his head, thinking about the decisions he's made in his life. He wondered if he was doing the right thing by cutting himself off from the family to start over with a new life? All he knew was that he was tired of things the way they were. He didn't want to life to rule him like it did his father. He wanted something more, something different for himself.
Alex saw Raul's personal pain from across the cell as he got up out of bed and walked over to him. He gently touched Raul bout the back in support of his decision. Raul looked over at him, taking this opportunity to change things. If he could make it work here with Alex in prison, he could make it work out in the real world with a wife and a family.
He turned towards Alex and kissed him softly on the lips before the two men hugged in a manly embrace.
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