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/75 TRIAL DRAMA
Pt-1
LOCAL NEWS
REPORTER: "The highly anticipated trial of the City Of Philadelphia verses former Piedmont Penitentiary Warden Dennis Ellis starts today with the Prosecution calling forensic specialist to the stand to tell the Jury exactly what they found in Ellis office `Chamber of Horrors', and on his personal laptop! This testimony is expected to take a day or two, followed by the testimony of convicted drug dealer Marvin Rollins, --whose known to have firsthand knowledge of Ellis' illegal dealings with a prison gang called the Mandingos! The Mandingos helped pick and chose inmates for Ellis to sell in his black market slavery ring! Rollins' testimony comes with some controversy however, as the family of deceased teenager Louis Carter has come down to the Court House to protest the deal Rollins struck with the Prosecution for his testimony! Rollins was implicated but not charged in the suicidal death of Louis whom reportedly shot himself in the head in the drug house Rollins was accused of running! If his testimony helps convict Ellis, Rollins could be set free with time served!
The Prosecution also intend to put former Correction Officers Reginald Reinhold and Carl Peachtree on the stand, --the two men who allegedly shot and killed 4 Philadelphia Police Officers in an airport motel, supposedly trying to kill Rollins whom they knew had damaging testimony against their former boss Dennis Ellis! Reinhold and Peachtree are expected to testify for the Prosecution to avoid the death penalty! It is as of now unknown if the Defense team intends to let Ellis on the stand! Experts say letting Ellis speak on his own behalf would be a mistake, given all the ammunition the Prosecution has built against him!
Pt-2
THE COURTHOUSE
Ellis sat through the opening statements of his Defense lawyers and the Prosecution. He tried not to speak, make any quick moves, or show any facial expressions that would help prove the Prosecutions' case that he is a hothead, unruly, and a maverick against proper authority. He sat stone faced, unsmiling, uncaring, as he listened to the dialog unfold.
The first witnesses for the Prosecution was the team of Forensic Officers that broke into Ellis hidden Chamber and found his personal laptop. They described the Chamber as a virtual "dungeon", with whips, chains, restraints, paddles, slings, a bed, and all kinds of perverse and torturous sex devices. They described how the password for the laptop was cryptic, making access very difficult to break. Once they broke through the codes they found a smorgasbord of homemade sex videos involving tortured inmates with Guards, as well as locations of where Ellis sold his slaves and for how much. They had names of inmates sold into bondage dating back some 5 years or more. Ellis merely stared straight ahead, never giving one sign that the testimony against him was wrong or accurate. Jurors would have to rely on their own level of evidence rather they believed him guilty or not.
The forensic testimony of the first few Officers lasted 6 hours, going well past lunch.
Pt-3
During the break Precinct-23's Police Captain David McConnell stepped out to stretch his legs. He'd been sitting in on Ellis' trial, wanting to see him go down first hand. The Defense subpoenaed him as a character witness, wanting him to discuss the years he and Ellis spent sitting side by side in patrol cars. McConnell knew this was Ellis' doing, wanting to see him sweat it out on the Witness Stand, wondering if the Defense would bring up the years he spent voluntarily sucking his partner's dick on duty? (as depicted in chap-71's Flashback sequence). McConnell stepped out into the hall, checking the messages on his cell phone. The first message was from his live-in lover (22 year old Rookie Officer Andrew Roberts [fresh out of Police Academy]). Andrew called to show his support, telling McConnell how much he loved him and was looking forward to seeing him later that night when he got home from the night shift. McConnell smiled as he listened to the thoughtful message and viewed the naughty picture Andrew sent of himself lying in missionary position, prompting McConnell to recall how Andrew tired to help calm his anxiety about the court case today by giving him torrent sex that morning, --sucking McConnell's dick and taking it up the ass for a full hour before McConnell finally came inside him. He was in the midst of calling his younger lover back when he heard his name being called from behind...
"Captain...! Captain McConnell...!!" called Jake Valentine as he escorted the key witness (Marvin Rollins) in for the Prosecution.
"Jake...!!" called McConnell, tucking his phone (and the picture) as he hugged Jake tightly in the hallway. "How are you...?" he asked, breaking the hug as he held him back at arms length to look him over. "Are you alright...? Did Tempest hurt you...? Do you know where his hideout is...?" he asked, seeing no obvious bruises.
"No..., no, I'm okay!" smiled Jake, happy to see his superior. "I don't know where Tempest's place is..., he made sure I was blindfolded whenever I came or went! Have you heard anything from Maleece...?" he asked, eagerly.
"The FBI found them!" said McConnell, gleefully. "They're currently debriefing them and helping them to adjust..." said McConnell, discreetly. "They were found at a Prison Plantation out west! The Agent told me they've been put through a lot!" explained the Captain, "They may need some time to get back to normal...!"
"I understand..." said Jake, having gone through some things of his own.
"uh..., excuse me..." said Marvin Rollins, having heard most of the conversation. "...was Officer Malik with them...?" he asked.
McConnell looked crossed...
"You almost sound concerned...!" he said, sarcastically. Marvin sighed, knowing where McConnell was going. "If you were really concerned for Officers Malik and Cortez..., you wouldn't have sat on key vital information as long as you did! You would have helped us find them earlier!" he scorned angrily in the hall.
"And I would still be sitting in my prison cell right NOW if I did!" yelled Marvin, defensively. "If you were me you would have done the same...! There's nothing wrong with a lil' self preservation! I HAD to look out for myself first! If I had told yall what you wanted to hear straight up..., I never would have gotten my deal!"
"You're probably right..." said McConnell, "...but you would've shown more humanity if you did! While you were sitting on our hands making your deal..., Officers Malik and Cortez were getting abused by their captors! Now I'm sure a guy like you who have very little regard for human life could live with what you've done..., but the question is, --could Malik?"
Marvin had no response as McConnell returned to walk back to the court room with Jake, when he ran smack dab into Ellis' wife (Dolores) and his two sons.
"David..." said mrs Ellis, as she was be escorted by her adult sons Rodney and Gary.
"Dolores..." said McConnell, cautiously.
"Could I have a word with you...?" asked the wife, pulling the police Captain aside. "I hear you're going to testify..." she said, keeping her voice low as not to disturb passers in the hallway. "I know you and Dennis haven't been the best of friends in a long time..., but I was hoping that you would take a few things into consideration incase you were planning on going in there and blasting him with both barrels!" McConnell shifted uncomfortably as he tried to keep a straight face in public. "As you well know, I know all about your..., --relationship with my husband...!" continued Dolores.
"You only know what Dennis told you, Dolores...!" corrected McConnell.
"I know enough, David..." countered Dolores. "...to publicly embarrass you and your family IF your intentions are to go on that Stand and testify against my husband! Now I know Dennis has his faults, lord knows I do..., --but my husband is a good man to me and his boys..., he'd do anything to keep us safe..., and we'll do anything to watch his back as well!" said mrs Ellis, passionately.
"Are you threatening me, Dolores...?" asked McConnell, realizing Ellis' defense must be weak if his wife has to come to him for testimony. "...a public Official...?!"
"Its no threat, David..., I fully intent to speak to the press if you stonewall my husband!" assured Dolores. "I'll go straight to them and tell them how you sought after my husband while you both were partners on the police force! How you turned your back on your own wife and kids and tried to get my Dennis to do the same sick twisted thing...!"
"Dennis has been lying to you for years, Dolores..." said McConnell.
"I still speak to Christina every now and then (McConnell's ex-wife)..., she'll back me up with my story if I'm forced to go public!" she assured.
"I see you haven't changed, Dolores..." said McConnell, recalling years past. "...you and Dennis always deserved each other!"
"I'm glad you finally realize it!" said Dolores Ellis, turning back to her two sons as they escorted her back into the courtroom.
"What was that all about, sir...?" asked Jake, unaware of the conversation.
"Just an old friend..." said McConnell, trying to figure a way out of his ordeal...
Pt-4
Meanwhile Marvin Rollins was left to ponder to himself exactly how Malik would feel about him sitting on his hands while he was being physically tortured by his captors, when he suddenly noticed his own family walking into court. Marvin hadn't seen his family since HIS trial, as his mother and father (escorted by several of his brothers) walked into court. They knew he was scheduled to testify sometime soon, and wanted to take the opportunity to see and support him in court. Marvin said nothing to attract their attention as they piled into the courtroom one after the other. The last brother (the youngest, --Jeffery) saw Marvin standing down the other end of the crowded hall. Their eyes met briefly as they both stared at each other. Time seemed to go in slow motion as Marvin winked, and his brother smiled, before disappearing into the courtroom.
"This way mr Rollins..." said the armed Officer escorting Marvin to see the Prosecution.
"ah..., mr Rollins...!" said Prosecutor Larry Putman, as the Officer bought Marvin into one of the waiting rooms. "...you're due to testify shortly! I would like to go over some of the questions the Defense might want to ask you to dispute your testimony!"
"I'd like to talk with my lawyer first...!" requested Marvin, causing his lawyer (40 year old Patrick Augustine) to look up baffled. "...privately!"
"Your lawyer...?" asked Putman, surprised. "You DO realize that the trial has already started..., and that you're due to testify shortly after the break...?" asked the D.A.
"Yeah." answered Marvin, plainly.
Putman shook his head as he calmly gathered up his belongings, tucked them into his briefcase, then took his colleagues with him back into the court room.
"uh..., mister Rollins..." said Augustine nervously, "...I don't know what I could possibly say at this point in the process..., the D.A. is the one running the show, he's the one holding the cards to your deal...!"
"I don't want to talk..." said Marvin, undoing his pants as the door closed behind him.
"Mister Rollins..., please...!" said Augustine, frightfully. "We're in a court of law...!!"
"Then we'd betta be quick...!" said Marvin, exposing his hardon.
"I...I...I don't think this is a good idea, mr Rollins...!" said the attorney as Marvin walked over to him and stood in front of him. Augustine's eyes fell to Marvin's swaying dick as he unconsciously licked his lips wantonly. "...if we're caught..., there could be charges...!"
"Stop being a pussy and get on this dick!" insisted Marvin, grabbing the lawyer by the head as he pressed him down to his knees.
40 year old Augustine knelt down before his client (partially out of fear, partially out of domination, and partially out of desire), opened his mouth, and took Marvin's hardening manhood in. Marvin merely sighed as his thick dick filled his lawyer's mouth to capacity. Augustine was a novice at cock sucking, having never done it before meeting his client. It took a great deal of perseverance to be Marvin's lawyer. Not that Marvin's history was any different than the average drug dealer..., but Marvin himself was very hard on his lawyers, --literally.
Augustine recalled the first time he met Marvin, face to face in the Round-House (Police Headquarters). Marvin had just been arrested for drug possession with intent to sell, weapons violations, youth endangerment, recklessness, and a possible murder rap at the time. Augustine took one look at his client and knew he was in trouble as Marvin sat handcuffed in a chair, playing with his big stiff black dick. Augustine wanted to turn and run, hoping the big muscled convict wouldn't use his cock as a weapon. But Marvin didn't do anything to Augustine that first day, indeed he waited several visits with his lawyer before mentally intimidating him and making him feel if he didn't get on his knees and suck his dick, he wouldn't leave the room alive, despite Marvin being restrained at all times. Augustine remember getting up from the table, his knees shaking with fear as he approached the big black man seated across from him. Marvin said nothing as he sat back and smiled, a scary smirk on his face which made Augustine all the more frightened. He knelt down before his client, taking the prisoner's thick fat dick in his hand. Without a gun being held to his head, Augustine (proud husband and father) leaned forward and took Marvin's dick into his mouth and began sucking. It wasn't until during the ride home in his car (with the pungent flavor of Marvin's cum still on his breath) did he really stop and ask himself `why' did he do it?
Augustine never got a full answer to that question as he now bobbed his head back and forth, trying to get his client to cum before being caught.
Marvin had a lot on his mind, and the below average blow job from his lawyer was not helping to take his mind off things. After only a few minutes of bad sucking did Marvin pull Augustine up from his knees and push him down over the table Putman and his team of attorneys had sat at. "M...Ma...Marvin..., please...!" begged Augustine, feeling his pants being yanked down off his pudgy waist. Marvin watched as the pale white ass cheeks came into view. "...not here...!"
Marvin ignored his lawyer's pleas as he spit a throat full of slimy phlegm into his palm and massaged it all over his bloated dick and Augustine's tiny asshole. Augustine's head lay flat on the table as he watched the door, endless heads passing by the glass silhouettes as Marvin placed his dick head up to his tiny pink hole and pressed in. "AAAHHHHHhhh...!!" groaned Augustine, biting his lower lip as he tried to endure the pain. The last thing he wanted was eyewitnesses as he tried to keep quiet.
Outside the door stood one of the Officers guarding Rollins. He heard the brief groan and peeked his head inside. His eyes popped open when he saw the convict fucking his lawyer over the conference table. Instinctively he prepared to rush in and help the lawyer, but something else told him that this fucking was consensual. He peered through for a few minutes, watching as Marvin humped tentatively in the saddle (stretching Augustine's hole) before slowly picking up pace.
Augustine saw the guard watching from the door. Their eyes met as Augustine silently pleaded with the Guard not to intervene. The Guard saw Marvin starting to fuck more freely, and knew Augustine was accepting the black man's big dick without a fight. He backed his head back out of the door and resumed his post, giving them their privacy.
Marvin fucked into the fat lawyer with cleaner, harder strokes. He knew they had to be quick as he could be called to testify at anytime. He fucked in and out of the hot tight pink hole before him, watching his long fat black dick disappear up between the flabby ass cheeks. Though Augustine was tight, he was no Malik. Marvin found himself worrying about the Corrections Officer, wondering if indeed he would be angry and upset about him looking out for himself when he should have been helping the police locate him and Cortez?
Marvin felt confused and angry with himself. Why did he care so much rather Malik was mad? What did he care so long as he got himself out of that hell hole prison he was in? Marvin found himself fucking into Augustine harder as he got more and more wrapped up in thought. The more frustrated he got over Malik, the harder he pounded Augustine's rare. He fucked the fat white man so hard that the metal table began to move across the floor. Groans and grunts of discomfort could be heard emanating from the room as people walked by and gave the Guard strange looks. The Guard said nothing to deter passerbys as he stood stone faced, pretending not to hear a thing.
Augustine tried to keep from screaming out too loudly. He recalled the embarrassment he felt when police Captain McConnell and several of his Officers broke down the door at the Motel Marvin was staying at, catching them in the act of fucking (chap-59, pt-1). Augustine was mortified as all those heterosexual men stood watching him get fucked by his convicted client. And even then Marvin didn't stop fucking him until he unloaded inside him, letting them all know that he was nothing more than the inmate's cumdump attorney!
Augustine put his fist in his mouth, biting down on the knuckles as he tried to distract himself from the pain. Marvin continued to wail away in him, fucking him harder and deeper as they scooted the table across the small room. Augustine was sure the Police would come in charging, weapons drawn as everyone in the hall looked in to see the prominent white attorney getting butt fucked by his uneducated black cliental.
"Shit man..., I'm cumming...!" announced Marvin, sounding like music to Augustine's ears.
He felt the big dick pumping through him suddenly swell as Marvin shoved in and held himself there. A few second later he felt the big dick pulsing inside him, pumping out fresh convict cum directly into his bowels.
Marvin was breathing hard as memories of Malik and him started to fade. He slowly removed his dick from his lawyer's hole, tucking his thick black snake back into his pants as Augustine stood up and retrieved his trousers.
10 minutes later as the Bailiff called everyone to stand at attention..., Patrick Augustine quietly crept into the back of the court room unseen, taking a seat (carefully) in the back row as he tried to keep the pressure off of his sore tailbone...
Pt-5
RIVER-VIEW APTS
At the end of the day, 51 year old police Captain David L. McConnell returned to his home after spending more than a few hours at the local bar. He fumbled with his keys at the front door before successfully letting himself in. He dropped his coat, briefcase, and kicked off his dress shoes before even closing the door behind him.
"Where you been, David...?" asked his lover, 22 year old Andrew Roberts as he came in from the bedroom. "...I've been worried about you!" he added, indeed sounding distressed.
"As you can see..., I'm fine...!" said McConnell, happily making his way to his private bar.
"Are you drunk...?" asked Andrew, unsure. "I've never seen you drunk before...!"
"You know why...?" asked McConnell, opening a new bottle of Vodka as he poured himself a tall glass straight up. "...that's because I'm a Captain on the Police Force..., and I'm supposed to..., refrain from such things...!" laughed McConnell, spilling some of the booze on the bar top.
"Why are you drunk...?" asked Andrew, concerned.
"I had to testify in Ellis' trial today..." said McConnell, turning the glass up to his lips. Andrew watched as his older lover took a few swigs before the alcohol started to burn his throat. "...I had to sit up there under oath..., and lie to the judge and jury about what a model partner Ellis was during our 10 years together in the field!"
"Why did you have to lie...?" asked Andrew, innocently.
"Because Ellis would have told everyone that I'd been his personal dick sucker if I hadn't!" replied McConnell, drunkenly. "And his fucking prick wife would have gone to the press and told them that I tried to break up their marriage because I was in love with her husband...!!" he finished, downing the rest of his drink before pouring himself another.
"Did you...?" asked Andrew, curiously.
"No..., NO!" answered McConnell, feeling mentally exhausted. "Ellis blackmailed me into being his dick sucker, amongst other things..., but he lied to his wife about me being in love with him when she inadvertently discovered that we were fucking...!"
"How did she do that...?" questioned Andrew.
"I don't know..." sighed McConnell, wearily. "Maybe she intercepted a phone call, or maybe she has a heightened woman's intuition..., or maybe Ellis just plain talks in his sleep! I don't know! She just knew! That's all!" he yelled, frustrated. "Either way I HAD to sit up there on that stand today and lie! Lie before God, lie before the Judge, lie to myself...!" he said before pausing..., "In truth Ellis was a tyrant! He took what he wanted when he wanted! He never gave a damn about anyone else's thoughts, ideals, or feelings! It was all about HIM, what HE got out of it, how HE could benefit! He was a lousy partner, and he deserves whatever fate justice has in stored for him!"
Andrew could see the trouble written on his lover's face. It scared him that something could scared McConnell. Andrew had always saw him as an iron figure, a stone cold man's man which nothing could affect. Seeing him now (drunken, worried, broken) he worried his man was just a man and nothing more.
"Come here, David..." he said, drawing his lover into his arms. "...lets get you to bed...!"
David didn't resist as Andrew led him into the master bedroom. He undressed McConnell as he finished his drink, the smell of liquor heavy in the air. Andrew lay him back in bed before removing his socks and underwear. He couldn't resist staring at McConnell's soft penis as it lay limp across his thigh. Andrew ignored his heating loins as he pulled the covers up over McConnell, and tucked him in with a soft kiss about the forehead.
Sometime about 3am, McConnell began to stir in his sleep. He tossed and turned from side to side, muttering softly as he continued to snore. Andrew reached out to find McConnell's warm body drenched in sweat, his dick rock hard and pulsing with blood. Andrew knew what McConnell liked, so without waking him, he crawled down under the covers and began sucking his boyfriend's woodie.
McConnell groaned as he stopped tossing and began breathing harder. Andrew sealed his mouth to the shape of Mc's dick and bobbed his head in his lap. He loved the taste of the older man's dick, jamming his face down on the huge 9 and 1/2 inch lance to swallow as much as possible. Andrew was no porn star (having only broken into bisexuality that same year [chaps-22, pt-1 & 28, pt-1]) as he sucked modestly up and down his lover's thick shaft.
McConnell's dick was long and hard, the smooth soft skin the same tan color as the rest of his hairy body. Mixed raced (black and white), McConnell had features resembling both of his parents. He had always been proud that his monster dick came from his father's side of the family.
Andrew sucked and slurped up and down the mulatto prick until he had it shining wet with his spit, then he grabbed a tube of anal lube from the nightstand and proceeded to anoint his anus generously before mounting his lover. McConnell continued to sleep as Andrew lowered his ass down on the upright prick, slowly sinking down all the way to the hairy salt and pepper ball sack.
Andrew ground his ass down in McConnell's lap, letting the thick prick stretch out his squeezing sphincter muscles. When he relaxed, he began to rise and fall his plump ass up and down, fucking himself on his boyfriend's stick.
"uhh..." moaned McConnell in his sleep as Andrew rode him. The younger man (whom had been tricked into getting butt fucked in the beginning...) rode his partner's dick perfectly as he gently squeezed his anal muscles along the slippery shaft. He wanted to make McConnell feel good, knowing the older man had always enjoyed fucking him long and deep.
Andrew felt the big hard dick parting his ass cheeks as he slid up and down the pole. His own dick grew rock hard as he fucked himself, impelling his own ass on the human sword. He couldn't believe how accustomed he'd gotten to getting fucked, going from total straight to hardcore bottom in less than a year. His ex-girlfriend still didn't understand why he suddenly broke up with her, giving her some flimsy excuse that he wasn't ready for a long term committed relationship just yet. She still looked for him in church, and visited his parents whom thought the two were well on their way to getting married.
Andrew laughed to himself whenever he thought about the huge mistake he nearly made. No woman could ever possibly make him feel as good as a man could. Whenever Andrew fucked a girl it felt unnatural and artificial, as if he were on the outside looking in. But once he started getting fucked by men (particularly Malik [chap-28, pt-3]), he was head over heels!
At first Andrew was interested in Malik (wanting him to be his lover), but Malik wasn't interested. He set Andrew up on a blind date with McConnell, hoping to get the two men out of his hair. McConnell didn't want to have anything to do with Andrew, being that he was so young and inexperienced. But Andrew was looking for the one thing Malik wasn't, --a budding relationship, so they gave it a try and had been together ever since.
Andrew knew McConnell was old enough to be his father. In fact, McConnell was a year older than Andy's actual father. He had always been afraid to let them all meet, as his parents would surely question the means of their relationship (knowing that McConnell was obviously older). He kept his parents out of his personal life, lying to them about having a male roommate his own age who also worked as a Corrections Officer. Andrew's parents fully believed Andy's roommate was a 26 year old named Malik Jones, not David McConnell.
McConnell never questioned Andrew on his parents, having much the same problems with his own children. None of them knew about Andrew. They believed their father lived alone, a busy police Captain with no time for a love life whatsoever. McConnell had always been careful not to expose his children to any of his sexual male partners, wanting to keep his sex life private from his personal life. But his ex-wife (Christina) was always good at reminding his children of their dad's infatuation with men, going as far as to try to alienate him from his sons.
Andrew felt his own anal muscles relaxing under the constant massage of McConnell's dick. He happily plunged his asshole down on the hard pillar over and over, ramming McConnell's 9 and 1/2 incher up into his own colon as he stroked his own dick in the same rhythm.
He used his anal muscles to massage and milk the hard shaft, flexing his butt cheeks every time he squeezed them together. McConnell began to stir, breaking his snoring pattern eversooften as he became semi-conscious.
Andrew reached down with his free hand and began pinching and pulling McConnell's nipple. McConnell's body began to react by thrusting up into the ass above him. He moaned in his sleep as he started to hump, helping drive his tool well deep in Andrew's massaging anus. "Fuck...? groaned Andy, loving the feeling in his ass. He leaned forward and began to bounce his bubble butt up and down faster, causing a mild slap to echo through the room. McConnell still lay half asleep, his drunken mind in a fog as his dick was rode expertly. In his partial sleep he started to dream, dreaming of a life of possibilities. In his dream he was graciously awakened by his lover. His eyes opened to the beautiful brightness of the morning sun shining through their terrace windows. On top of him he could see his lover riding him, bouncing his firm buttock up and down in his lap, his asshole swallowing up every inch of his rock solid tool as they declared their love through sex.
McConnell reached up, wrapping his hands around his lover's waist as he squeezed firmly on his hips. McConnell thrust up into the plush ass riding him, spearing his bottom with every jab as their bodies began to slam together. McConnell could feel himself nearing climax as he grabbed his lover around the neck and pulled his face down to share in a soulful kiss. Their lips locked as tongues slipped into hot accepting mouths, sucking hard as they breathed in each other's breathes. McConnell felt the passion of his love soaring up from his scrotum as his dick swelled and began to pulsate. He fucked harder into the hole above him, tightening his grip as he shoved in and came.
"AAAwww fuuucckkk...!!!" yelled Andrew, shooting his own load all over McConnell's abs as they flexed and contracted under the skin. He clinched his butt cheeks together, trapping McConnell's dick in his bowels as it started to shoot off and hose his insides. He leaned forward and kissed McConnell on his gasping lips, just as McConnell was emptying his essence in his bowels. "...I love you, David..." he whispered between kisses, feeling the dick flex in his ass.
"I love you too..., Malik...!"
Thanks to everyone who wrote in to let me know that I had mistakenly sent in the wrong chapter! Its nice to see people are still reading...! (hard to tell sometimes). Any questions comments or suggestions to NPhillydogg@aol.com