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/76 NEW HABITS DIE HARD
Pt-1
RIVER-VIEW APTS
51 year old Philadelphia Police Captain David L. McConnell was running late as he rushed out of the bathroom and began to dress quickly for court this morning. He slipped on his silk boxers (as he does every morning), his black dress socks and a white t-shirt before sliding into his pre-pressed slacks, crisp clean dress shirt, and tie.
His lover (22 year old rookie Police Officer Andrew Roberts) sat up in bed pouting, still angry and traumatized by events which took place earlier that morning (end of last chap). McConnell tried to ignore Andrew's glares as he arranged his tie in the mirror and dabbed on a bit of cologne.
"Why are you looking like that...?" he finally asked, knowing he shouldn't. "Are you still angry about this morning...?" he questioned, putting on his wristwatch. "I TOLD you I was asleep..."
"...and didn't mean to yell out Malik's name during sex! I know!" pouted Andrew, still angry.
"You know I'd had too much to drink last night...!" reasoned McConnell, strapping on his hoister and badge.
"They say drunk men tend to say what a sober man won't!" countered Andrew.
"You KNOW Malik and I have been over and done with a long time ago...!" reasoned McConnell.
"That doesn't mean you're not still in love with him!" countered Andrew.
"I don't have time for this..., I have to be in court!" sighed McConnell, grabbing his wallet and car keys. "Did it ever occur to you that I might have been dreaming of Malik because I've been so worried about him lately...? You know all the trouble we've had with the FBI trying to locate him and Officer Cortez...! Did you ever stop to think that THAT could be a factor...?"
"I guess..." said Andrew, feeling a little foolish for accusing McConnell of still being in love with his ex. "It's just..., I know how much you liked him..."
"Liked..., past tense!" said McConnell, walking over to the bed. "Malik is nothing but a friend to me now..., --you're my only love interest!" added McConnell, kissing Andrew affectionately on the lips. Andrew felt the bristles of McConnell's mustache scratch against his top lip as they swopped spit. He reached up and pulled the older man closer, wanting to prolong their goodbye. "I'll call you as soon as we get a break...!" promised McConnell, donning his suit jacket as he headed for the bedroom door.
"You sure you don't want to come home for a quickie before I go to work tonight...?" asked Andrew, hopefully.
"I'll call you...!" laughed McConnell, rushing out the door.
Pt-2
22 year old Jake Valentine awakened at the home of him and his lover (Maleece Cortez) this morning. He dreamt that Maleece was beside him, cuddled up behind him in bed as they lay peacefully. He imagined Maleece slowly sliding his erection between his greased ass cheeks as he often did, fucking him first slowly, but picking up the pace before turning Jake over onto his stomach for a serious pounder before the morning alarm.
Jake arose from his sound sleep with a roaring hardon. Jake looked over at the clock before recalling that he was on leave from duty, courtesy of Captain McConnell. He lay back in bed and allowed his hand to slowly creep down his flat belly, under the covers, and across his wiry abdomen. He grasped his erection and started stroking, then realized the lust wasn't coming from his erection, but from his asshole.
Jake lifted his legs as he ran curious fingers across his hairless pink pucker. The rosebud pulsed and twitched with desire as he licked his fingers and massaged one inside. Instantly he felt a bit of relief as the finger penetrated and slid inside. He stroked his cock as he fingered himself, enjoying the invader as he pumped the single digit in and out. After a few minutes one finger wasn't enough. He added another, double digiting his anus as he stretched the anal lips wider. Soon he was pressing in three fingers, then four! He spread his legs, jacked his cock, and hand fucked his own asshole with four embedded fingers as he drilled himself and imagined getting train fucked by a horde of Tempest's street dealers.
Jake gasped and groaned as he worked his fingers in and out. His cock was rock hard as he squeezed his eyes shut. He remembered the last fucking he received, lying between the bodies of the notorious Tempest Williams and convict Marvin Rollins, --the two drug dealers using his cop ass for nothing more than a friendly fuck.
Jake could still remember how wide his hole stretched to accommodate the two big black cocks as they pressed up inside him side by side. He remembered kissing Marvin, sucking his thick tongue while being plunged deep by Tempest. His nipples rose hard as his toes began to curl under, signifying that his climax was closing in.
He gripped his cock tighter, pumping the shaft harder as he dug his fingers deeper. Soon he was shoving half his hand up his asshole, trying to force the whole hand inside. Lust consumed him as he panted heavily, losing all sense of himself as his cock suddenly spilled forth its milky treasures, shooting streaks of potent cream straight across his heaving chest.
As his cock stopped pulsing and the cream slowed to a trickle, Jake removed his fingers from his hole, feeling the tips over the fat pouting anal lips. His asshole was still hungry, hardly satisfied by the mild stretching the fingers presented. Jake felt an awful burning in his body, a desire..., a need..., an impulse for something more than mere masturbation could order.
All at once Jake jumped up from the bed and headed for the shower. Ellis' trial was to continue today...
Pt-3
LOCAL NEWS
REPORTER: "Trial continues today of the City Of Philadelphia verses former prison Warden Dennis Ellis, as the DA's key witness convicted drug dealer Marvin Rollins is slated to take the stand along with 2 of Ellis' former Corrections Guards Reginald Reinhold and Carl Peachtree! "Rollins is scheduled to testify that he is aware of illegal dealings Ellis had with inmates to sell other inmates to black markets slave ring across the country! Reinhold and Peachtree are expected to collaborate that testimony as former henchmen of Ellis' in order to escape capital punishment for the execution style murders of 4 philly police officers!
PIEDMONT PENTENTIARY
Inmates react to footage shown on the news about Ellis' trial. In a recorded Action News exclusive, reporter Chad Bradley interviewed former Piedmont inmate Rocky Peterson in his home at a local halfway house for former drug addicts and convicts... "...he was known to make his prison assistants suck his [beep] from under the table in his office while he worked." informed Peterson, getting an aroused howl from the inmates as they laughed aloud and threw objects at the TV screens.
"So you're telling me that Warden Dennis Ellis would make his personal male prison assistants perform fellatio on him during business hours in his office...?!" asked the reporter.
"uh..., no..." answered Peterson, confused. "...he'd make us suck his [beep]! Everyday! Sometimes 2-3 times a day, depending on his schedule!"
"And these are straight inmates?" asked the reporter, curiously. "You're straight...?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm straight!" answered Peterson, somewhat annoyed by the question. "I had a wife and kids when I was sentenced to prison...! I ain't never messed around with another man before in my life before I got there...! Some of the things they make you do will make you cry out to god in your sleep...!" said Peterson, unsteadily.
"When you say `they', you mean...?"
"The inmates! The convicts! Some of them are depraved! They'll bend you over and shove their [beep] up your [beep] and [beep] the [beep] out of you before you could scream a [beep]ing word edgewise! And the Guards aren't too far behind! I've seen them [beep] a nigga until his ass looked like ground meat! He had [beep] dripping all out of his [beep] before they carted him off to the infirmary to get stitched up!"
"And the Warden knew about these things...?"
"Hell yeah! Ellis had his own picks he liked to [beep] in that old Chamber of his in his office!"
"You knew about this Chamber...?" asked the reporter, eagerly. "You've seen it personally...?"
"[beep] yeah! Ellis would pick inmates who was ready to be transferred..., that's what they called it! He and his staff of special Guards would take turns [beep]ing the poor bastard until they shipped him off to one of those camps! Most all the inmates know about it! Nobody just ever speak of it!"
"Maaannn..., I know Ellis' wishing he sent ole man Rocky's ass away when he had the chance, now!" laughed one of the inmates as they all watched the news interview with inertest.
"He definitely breaking an in-house rule..., --what happens in prison stays in prison!" said another inmate.
"Stupid mother fucker's on local TV telling everybody Ellis fucked him in his mouth and ass! Ain't he ever heard the term DL...??"
"Who'd the Guards fuck til he needed stitches in his ass??"
"Yo momma!!"
Pt-4
A-BLOCK
The Aryans watched the same news cast with particular interests in mind. Ellis was a constant thorn in their sides, keeping them from having any real control over the prison for years. Cause for all Ellis boasts of inmates being equal animals, he was black, and any good Aryan knew that black took care of black first!
"Did you hear the news...?" asked Luke, walking into Hammer's cell. "...that nigger Rocky Peterson's going to get Ellis the fucking death sentence if he keeps talking to reporter!" he laughed.
Hammer was too far gone to care about the politics of the world right now. He lay back in his bunk, smoking a cigar as he basked in the afterglow of good sex. "Earth to Hammer..., you hear me, man...?" questioned Luke.
"When's the last time you had pussy, Luke?" asked Hammer, staring at the lit end of his stogy.
"This morning..., fucked the shit out of that bitch McDoogle before he went to work the breakfast rush!" answered Luke.
"I don't men prison pussy..." corrected Hammer. "...I mean REAL pussy! Bonafied cunt!"
"Been awhile..." said Luke, recalling vaguely before he got sentenced.
"We might have to change that...!" smiled Hammer, taking a long puff off his cigar.
"Thinking of sharing your Solitaire cunt...?" asked Luke, laughingly.
"I'm telling you, Luke..., once you've had a taste of ole Lucy...!"
"Lucy...?" laughed Luke.
"That's what I call his pussy!" smiled Hammer. "I had a pet squirrel once as a kid that I named Lucy...!" Luke couldn't stop laughing..., "Anyway..., once you've had a taste of ole Lucy..., none of these prison assholes we thought we turned into pussy will satisfy you anymore! It's a pure slice of h-e-a-v-e-n, --heaven!"
"Cool! Anytime you're ready..., my cock's always up!" agreed Luke. "But right now I came to tell you we got an unscheduled meeting with the Cartel in 10 minutes!"
"Unscheduled...?" said Hammer, not liking surprises. "Who called it? Them wetbacks?"
"The Mandingos...!"
Pt-5
D-BLOCK
21 year old David Rodriguez sat in his bunk, wondering why life had dealt him such a raw deal? All of his young life he's been looking for love, --love from his father, love from his brothers, love from every man he's ever let into his ass.
He thought he had love with 20 year old Alex Sanchez, that is until his older brother (Raul) stole him away. He thought he had love with 28 year old Genuwine, until race and family obligations intervened. He thought he had love with his 40 year old father Romero Rodriguez, falling head over heels in love with the man who's sperm created him after they became cellmates/lovers, --but again fate killed that when his father accidently fell to his death over a 3 story railing. Every man David put his heart and soul into eventually got taken away. Dare he try his hand with another? He felt himself falling for 29 year old blatino Dominic Diaz. Dominic had been there for David when his brothers were not. He defended him against the likes of the prison Guard who beat him with a stick (Nicolas Duncan). He felt safe in Dominic's presence (like he did his father), like no one would dare touch him while he was around.
David felt sad because he wondered if the love he sought after would ever be returned? Were 2 men capable of truly loving each other the way a man and a woman could? Would he ever find true happiness? Or was he forever destined to be some man's secret bootycall?
David knew he couldn't explain these thoughts with his brothers (Raul and Carlos). For while aware of David's lust for men, he knew they would never understand him completely. They were straight men, they only fucked men as substitutes for women. They weren't attracted to men like David was. They didn't get satisfaction from making a man cum in their mouths, or get a rush when a man shoved his thick dick into their asses. David even doubted either of his brothers ever did anything to get another man off, other than to fuck him in the ass.
They would never understand his need to be with a man because of his masculinity and strength, his virile power and strong will, his physicality, his appendage, and the manly stubbornness which most women fell for. David wondered if his brothers would ever care enough to understand him? To really know what makes him tick?
His thoughts were interrupted however when Dominic turned up at his cell door, carrying a bundle of his belongings including a pillow and toiletries.
"What's this for...?" asked David, surprised.
"I dunno..., prison Guards said I was being transferred to another cell...!" said Dominic, as confused as David. "...they didn't say why!"
"I think I know why..." smiled David, getting up from his bunk.
Dominic entered the cell as David took his belongings and began putting them away for him.
"So, I give..., why?" questioned Dominic.
"My brothers still have a lot of influence over the Guards..., they could easily rearrange an inmate's cell to move him to another's!" explained David.
"Why would they do that?" asked Dominic, as David finished placing his things.
"Obviously they realized that you were the one that..., --protected me from Officer Duncan..." said David, coyly. "...and they realized why!"
"So your brothers know I'm spanking that ass...?" asked Dominic, with a grin. "...and they alright with it...?"
"Seems so." smiled David.
"So I take it their moving me in with you is like giving their approval...?"
"I guess..." agreed David. "Raul has Alex..., Carlos has Marcellus..., and I guess I got you!"
"Does that make me your bitch...?" questioned Dominic, jokingly.
"I've actually never topped a guy before..." said David, playfully. "...but with that big beautiful brown butt as of yours..., I'd be willing to give it a try!"
"Like hell you will!" laughed Dominic, taking David in his arms. "I like the arrangement the way it is!" said Dominic. As the two men were getting ready to kiss, an inmate walked by their cell, killing the spontaneity.
"I can fix that...!" said David, grabbing the sheets off the bed.
Dominic watched David tying the ends of the sheets to the bars for privacy. He smiled to himself as he started to undress. David turned around to find Dominic removing his pants, his strong muscular body and fat uncut dick ready for loving.
David wasted no time getting back to his new boyfriend, ready to sink to his knees and worship his swelling manhood. But before David kneel, Dominic stopped him, holding him upright as he tilted his head upward to kiss. David felt his heart skip a beat when Dominic leaned inward and touched lips to lips. The two men kissed like never before, confirmed boyfriends as they slowly, sensually explored each other's mouths with a new sense of belonging.
David felt his knees grow weak when Dominic abandoned his mouth to suckle his neck. David gasped as Dominic's mouth latched onto his neck and started suctioning. He pulled David into his body, his strong arms encasing him tightly as he feasted his neck as a vampire would a young starlet.
David could feel Dominic's manhood pressed between them, every muscle in his body ached to suck the older man's dick as he gently guided Dominic to lay back on the bed. Dominic didn't resist as he allowed David to lay him down. David pushed up Dominic's wife beater and kissed him all across his chest, licking his dark colored nipples before continuing down his muscular stomach and into his pubes. David kissed and licked his journey downward, sucking Dominic's dick into his mouth. Dominic sighed lightly as his dick was enveloped. He watched David settle down on the floor on his knees between his legs, sucking on his dick as if it were linked to the answers of life itself.
David was a giver, a gay man destined to pleasure other men. He spend countless hours honing his talents, sucking dick in the back of cars, in clubhouse restrooms, in his neighborhood alleyways, and in prison stairwells. He did what he had to do to get a man off. Rare were there times when David couldn't satisfy a man's deepest darkest desires. He licked, sucked, slurped, milked, and coaxed men into giving up their precious seeds. He was the recipient of their passionate love making, the vessel in which they stored their liquid gold.
Dominic watched from over his muscled chest as David bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more dick into his throat before completely deep throating him all the way.
The two men were like yin and yang, --opposite ends of each other. Dominic was the aggressive top while David acted as submissive bottom. Dominic watched David swallow his dick down to the balls, mashing his face in Dom's pubic hairs as he breathed in his crotch essence. "Shit man..." moaned Dominic, grabbing David's head as he churned his meat around in his throat.
David pulled his head back, slowly receding his mouth back up to the head as he used his fingers to pull the foreskin back down, exposing the bulbous head as he attacked it viscously with his loving mouth.
Dominic groaned erotically as he squirmed with delight. He pulled David up from his knees, positioning him in doggy position on the bed. He pulled David's tan butt cheeks apart, revealing the smooth crack and brown button. He licked his lips before diving in between, sucking on David's sweet asshole while kneading the firm cheeks.
David bit his lower lip as Dominic sealed his mouth to the opening and feasted. He drilled his tongue into the hole, prying the cheeks apart as wide as he possibly could. Occasionally he'd slap David's ass, making his hole flex on his tongue. When he was sure the hole was sloppy wet with spit and ready to fuck, he pulled his face from the valley and slapped his dick up along the crack.
"You want this dick, man...?" he asked, teasing his new cellmate.
"Yeeessss..." moaned David, desperately.
"You sure, nigga...?" asked Dominic, teasing the hole with his dick head.
"Fuck me Dom..." whimpered David, looking back over his shoulder. "My ass is yours, man..., ALL yours! Fuck like you own it!"
"This IS our honeymoon...!" reasoned Dominic, playfully. "So you want to be my wife...?"
"Oh yeah!!" excited David, loving the idea. "I wanna be your wifey! Knock me up daddy!"
"We're gonna make a baby...!" said Dominic, shoving his dick into the wet hole.
"UHH, shit...!!" groaned David, feeling his asshole wedged open deep.
Dominic grabbed him by the waist and ground himself around inside, loving the warm silky feeling surrounding his manhood. After a few moments he began thrusting back and forth, feeding the asshole dick. David lay crouched across the bed, his ass turned upward invitingly as his boyfriend fucked him from behind.
David loved how Dominic gripped his waist, his strong fingers squeezing into him as he started to pound into him from behind. David loved giving himself over to a stronger man, being on the receiving end of his appendage. He tried to stifle his grunts, knowing the men on the outside catwalk could hear what was going on. He bit his lower lip as Dominic put power behind his thrusts, slamming his dick into the hole welcoming hole of his lover with stronger strokes.
Loud slapping noises started to emit throughout the cell as their bodies crashed into each other again and again. "UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH! AHH! OHH! OHH! OHH! UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH!" grunted David after every thrust, his ass cheeks receiving the roaring impact every time.
Dominic loved the way David's body felt, his smooth soft flawless skin was like butter to the touch. David always kept himself well groomed, his long hair was usually cornrowed straight to the back or in two long plaited tails. His slim body was adjustable, allowing him to be positioned in practically any fuck style known to man.
Dominic pounded David's ass really hard, making the anus smoke as his dick sped through the anal ring like an oiled piston. After nearly 10 minutes of uninterrupted banging, he yanked his pulsating dick from the gaping hole and spun David over onto his back, throwing his legs up into the air as he repositioned his dick at the hole and rammed forth.
"AARRRHHH..., fuck me!!" yelled David, looking up at his man.
Dominic grabbed David's ankles and hammered into his asshole. David's eyes glazed over as his handsome face became angelic. His own dick lay hard just over his abdomen, throbbing painfully as it threatened to lose it's cargo any minute.
Dominic loved pussy! His favorite pastime before being incarcerated was fucking. He had originally thought his sex days were over when he realized he was looking at a significant stretch of time. He never thought he'd find himself balls deep in another man's ass, let alone catching feelings for him. Dominic knew he was starting to fall for David when he realized he didn't care what the other inmates thought about their relationship. He befriended David with the sole purpose of butt fucking him, after hearing rumors about how good his ass was. But since getting to know him, he found David to be a lot more likable than expected. His boyish demeanor and sensitivity (along with his good looks and high sex drive) made him simply irresistible.
Dominic leaned down on top of David, letting his legs wrap around his waist as a women's would in missionary position. David ran his hands up and down Dominic's muscular torso, pinching his nipples and feeling his hips fuck into him harder.
Dominic kissed David as they continued to fuck, the wiry mattress squeaking like a giant mouse as their bodies bounced up and down. David felt Dominic's tongue enter his mouth and he began to suckle. David felt overwhelmed and consumed as his dick started to hose out load after rich creamy load all over his and Dominic's stomachs.
Dominic felt the cramy tide watering his abs as he picked up speed. He hammered David's ass with deep, strong, penetrating strokes. David's ass felt so warm and wet as they fucked, enjoying the heavy pounding he got as he continued to suckle Dominic's exploring tongue. "Shit man...!" gasped Dominic, yanking his tongue from David's mouth. "...I'm cumming!!!"
He shoved his dick all the way into David's ass as he loaded his anal canal with nearly a half pint of his slick rich ball juice. David willingly accepted the gift as his massaged his anal muscles along the shaft.
"I love you, Dominic..." whispered David sleepily as his body soaked up Dominic's load.
"Ditto!" smiled Dominic, falling down on top of him.
Pt-6
PRISON KITCHEN
The Cartel (prison's answer to the Mafia) is run by two members of each race group: The Mandingos (Genuwine + Wyome), The Aryans (Hammer + Luke), and The Rootboiz (Carlos + Pablo). Each group is responsible for bringing in its fair share of drug sales. The Aryans hold the cards in drug smuggling, having the most guards under their belts on the payroll while the Mandingos hold the cards in drug sales, as the prison is over 80% black.
The Kitchen (one of their mutual meeting grounds during off Kitchen hours) is cleared out of all inmate staff as the Cartel convene for their meeting.
"What's the deal, yo...?" asked Carlos Rodriguez, walking in with his right hand man Pablo.
"You tell me, poppi!" said Hammer, partnered with his man Luke. "What's this meeting for...?"
"We dunno...! We just got word that Genuwine wanted to meet up pronto! We figured it might have something to do with Warden Ellis..., or that piece of shit Boxing match he's been fuckin' with lately!"
"Well where is the bastard...?" asked Hammer, looking around. "...I ain't got all day to fuck around in this shithole!"
"We're right here!" said Morris Jenkins, walking into the Kitchen with his man Wendall White.
"Who the fuck'r you?" asked Luke, not recognizing Morris' face. "I know you all look alike..., but you ain't Genuwine!"
"ha-ha!" said Morris, mocking Luke with a fake laugh. "Genuwine didn't call this meeting..., I did!"
"Maaannn..., we ain't got no time for this shit!" said Carlos, walking off with his boi.
"This ain't no game, homs..., whatever Genuwine's doing for yall, I can do better!" boasted Morris on deaf ears as Carlos and Pablo left the Kitchen.
"So you looking to overthrow your boss, eh...?" asked Hammer, amused by the Mandingos' disloyalty. "I admire that!"
"Listen..., Genuwine's been neglecting his duties with the Mandingos ever since he struck this Boxing Ring deal with his new best friend Warden Wallace...!" said Morris, capturing Hammer's attention. "Now I'm betting that if he's neglecting his homboiz..., he's neglecting the Cartel as well! Gen's looking out for his own gains! He's not interested in furthering funds for the Cartel so long as he has that cash cow in his hands! Did he offer any of this Boxing Ring money to the Cartel...?" asked Morris, watching the Aryans closely. "I bet he didn't! Genuwine stands to make a lot of money on this deal with Lex Bowmen and the Warden! Now what kind of Cartel leader cuts out his friends like that?"
"What YOU got to offer...?" asked Luke, curiously.
"I got a way for the Aryans to make triple the cash you normally make..., by betting everything you have against Lex Bowmen!" wagered Morris.
"You think we fucking stupid or something...?!" asked Luke with a disbelieving chuckle. "Lex Bowmen is the fucking reigning middleweight Champion! We'd be fucking fools to bet against him in the ring!"
"Actually, you won't..." said Morris with a crooked grin. "...I have plans to make sure Lexington Bowmen don't finish fight night standing...!"
"What guarantee we got you on the up and up...?" asked Hammer. "...for all we know Genuwine sent you in here himself to get us to bet against his sure shot!"
"Well..., I know something Genuwine definitely don't want the Aryans to know about...!" offered Morris, hoping this could make a difference.
"Spill it, kid!" said Luke, interested.
"Lexington Bowmen only agreed to box for Genuwine IF Gen could score him some regular pussy...!" said Morris, suggestively. "Regular FEMALE pussy...!"
"But..., where would Genuwine get girl pussy...?" asked Hammer, curiously.
"Well..., he got word that there was some girl pussy hidden away in Confinement...!" told Morris, getting worried looks from the Aryans.
"You don't mean...??"
"Lex's been fucking your hermaphrodite...!" informed Morris.
Pt-7
39 year old Muslim Abdul Shabott stared at his cellmate and lover (Muslim leader Jamal Fatah) and wondered if he really knew him? Sure he's known Jamal for years, --trapped behind the same prison walls year after year, --but did he really know him the same way he knew Muhammad?
42 year old Muhammad Shaeed had been a drug addict by the age of 28 when he killed a man and was sentenced to 25 years behind bars (previously explained). Abdul met Muhammad after his own unfortunate incarceration (being framed for credit card fraud by his ex-girlfriend and her brother), becoming close friends, cellmates, and then lovers. While Muhammad was indeed guilty of the murder he committed, Abdul always knew deep down that it was the drugs that fueled Muhammad's rage, that the man himself was nothing short of amazing!
Jamal however...
Abdul knew very little about Jamal Fatah, --his real name, where he lived before prison, his family outside the prison walls? Jamal had been incarcerated for DUI and vehicular homicide after crashing his car into a young couple and killing them. The Judge wanted to make an example of Jamal by giving him serious jail time. But exactly who Jamal was before he came to Piedmont Penitentiary was still a mystery to Abdul.
Davis Woods suggestion that Jamal may have had something to do with the murder/death of Mason Miller (chap-73) started Abdul wondering. Was Jamal who he seemed...? Or was he indeed someone capable of issuing out an order to kill another human being?
Pt-8
The prison Library once again saw long lines as inmates waited to take turns welcoming the new librarian (T-Bo). He sat in the famed chair in the last aisle of the Library, sucking every dick that appeared before him (just as his predecessors did).
T-Bo (a former Mandingo let loose from the prison gang once members discovered his punk side) discovered his submissiveness when he got punked by Lucas Murphy of the Aryans (chap-9, pt-2). T-Bo realized after being forced to his knees before the white supremacist, that being on his knees before men (white men in particular) was what gave his life the most pleasure!
T-Bo (Terrance Boyd) had always been a boy of the streets. The only child of a single mother, he never knew his biological father. He spent his youth being a badass, hookying school, cutting classes, smoking cigarettes and weed, chasing girls, and eventually selling drugs.
It was the drugs that ended T-Bo in Piedmont. Immediately upon entering he started networking with the right people, quickly becoming one of Duke Daniels' best henchmen. As a Mandingo he had free reign through the prison, until that fateful night he met Luke in the inmate laundry room.
T-Bo bobbed his head back and forth, sucking the thick black dick between his lips. He'd been servicing this particular inmate for 8 full minutes, giving him the best head he knew how. The black inmate was grateful for the blow job, letting T-Bo blow him as best he could. When he felt himself about to cum, he warned the librarian before shooting his load. T-Bo accepted it, allowing it to cream down his throat. The black man shook with his orgasm, holding back a cry of ecstasy before pulling out and tucking his flaccid meat to walk away.
The next man in line behind him was a Caucasian (an Aryan to be precise). T-Bo's eyes lit up with fire when he noticed the swartzsticker-tattoos cascading down the white man's arms. "You ready to suck this cock?" he asked, holding his tattooed hardon.
"Yes, sir!" said T-Bo, ultra excited.
"Then get your mouth on me, boy...!" said the man, grabbing the back of T-Bo's head. "...I got a big load in my balls for you if you're good enough to get it out!"
Determined to get his reward, T-Bo took the white man's cock into his mouth and started sucking while the line continued to wait and grow. 33 year old Jude Crammer stood above T-Bo, watching the street tough black man slobber saliva all over his dick.
Crammer had seen T-Bo in the Aryans' Block before, he'd never actually had a piece of that black juicy ass back then as Sarge mostly kept their secret honorary `nigger bitch' for his closest men. Crammer would see T-Bo escorted in and out of the cell Block, his head hung low in shame and humiliation as he walked towards his fate. Hours later he would emerge, his thick dark lips somehow larger from all the cock sucking. Crammer could tell by the awkward way he walked that he'd been fucked by Sarge and his men. He noticed how T-Bo seemed to fade into the background in the Yard whenever the Mandingos and the Aryans got into any kind of squeamish, afraid that one of them would spill the beans that he was an Aryans cumdump!
Crammer loved the look of T-Bo thick dark lips sliding up and down his white ivory colored cock, inching its way closer and closer to his pubes as he swallowed more and more cock.
T-Bo had already eaten several dozen dicks, his stomach already housing enough cum to impregnate an army of women. Yet still he craved more. He felt the Aryan grab hold of his bald head, guiding his mouth up and down his stiff member. T-Bo loved being forced to submit, his throat opened obediently as he climbed down onto his knees to get a better angle. Crammer turned T-Bo's head sideways to really pummel his mouth. T-Bo felt the strong white cock beating into his throat, pounding straight down his gullet as he hammered his face hard.
"Shit man..., fuck his face!" encouraged the man standing next in line. He looked down over Crammer's shoulder and watched the white man face fuck the black bitch. Every time Crammer's cock punched down into T-Bo's throat, a loud wet gargling sound would emit. Everyone in line started rubbing their crotches with anticipation. "Shit man..., you mind sharing this piece of shit...?" asked the next man.
"Hell no, fucker..., whip out your prod! Let's make this black bitch go ape on our cocks!"
The second man unzipped and pulled his cock free. He stood next to Crammer as he continued face fucking T-Bo. T-Bo saw the man fisting his white cock also, the two men standing side by side as one used his face for fucking. Crammer thrust himself in and out a few more times before pulling his cock free, shoving T-Bo's head towards the new arrival. T-Bo swooped down on the new white cock, taking it between his dripping lips as he quickly enveloped it all the way down in one stroke. "Fuck man..." moaned the new guy.
"Awesome mouth, ain't it dude...?" asked Crammer, fisting his spit wet cock as he watched the new guy get head.
"Fucking A, man! Black bastard actually looks like he enjoying it, don't he?" said the man, watching T-Bo deep throat him before setting up a frantic suck pace, hungry for cum.
"He'd a dump!" said Crammer, not caring who heard. "If we were out on the streets, I'd sell his black ass to every white man who wanted him! Turn him into a real whore!"
"Let's see his ass...!" said the second guy, still enjoying the oral he was getting.
Crammer reached back behind T-Bo and ran his hand down the smooth of his back until it disappeared down into the ass of his prison pants. T-Bo loosened the waist of his trousers as Crammer crammed his hand down inside and started to squeeze the fat black ass cheeks.
"Feels like fucking rubber...!" he said, loving the fat spongy cushion between his fingers. He walked around behind T-Bo and began pulling his pants down off his ass, exposing the dark round fleshy globes. T-Bo rose up a bit, helping to lower the trousers as he resumed sucking the second man. "Nice ass..." said Crammer softly, admiring the sight.
"He take it from both ends...?" encouraged the second man, known around A-Block as Steve Rupert (first seen in chap-48, pt-5).
"We'll soon find out...!" said Crammer, lifting T-Bo into bending position as he spit onto his fingers and massaged them onto T-Bo's asshole.
T-Bo knew he was about to get fucked at both ends. He knew he had no choice but to do as the two white male inmates wanted, or be denied their delicious dicks. He said nothing as they called him names, belittling him in front of all the other inmates whom crowded into the last aisle to watch. Crammer placed his cock up to the dark black hole of the former Mandingo and pushed in. T-Bo felt the cock head piercing his anus, prying his hood cunt open. He sucked harder on Rupert's cock as he was speared from behind by Crammer. Crammer managed to sheath all of his ample white cock into T-Bo's ass before grabbing him by the hips and churning his cock around inside.
"Fuck man..., this black bitch knows his pussy...!" said Crammer, feeling T-Bo's anal muscles milk his cock shaft.
"Fuck the bitch...! Show him why the white man will always be on top!" insisted Rupert, holding T-Bo by the ears as he fucked his face.
Crammer obliged by doing the same with T-Bo's ass, holding onto his hips as he fucked his cock in and out of the hole. T-Bo felt himself being stuffed full at both ends. A crowd of inmates piled into the small aisle to watch his humiliation.
"Yo man..., that's that nigga T-Bo!" said one of the black inmates watching from the rear of the line. "He's a Mandingo...! I didn't know HE was the new Librarian!"
"He not a Mandingo no more...!" said another black spectator, rubbing his dick bulge as he watched his fellow black man get punked. "They kicked his ass out awhile ago...! T's been giving his ass away for free in B-Block's showers nearly every morning! He's a real dick slut!"
"Well..., WE should be the ones fucking that nigga's black ass..., not them Aryan pussies!" said another black inmate, eager to get his own dick wet.
"T-Bo's a prison hoe, homs..., nobody owns that ass! He can slut that ass around wherever he wants now that he the new Librarian!" explained another inmate, explaining the rules of the Librarian keepers.
T-Bo and the Aryans heard the whole conversation, but none said anything as they went on with the fucking as if nothing else mattered.
T-Bo could feel Rupert's balls slapping against his chin as he face fucked him, and he could feel Crammer's balls slapping against his ass as he butt fucked him from behind. Both white men held him by his head and ass, fucking their cocks into his black holes as if they were Masters of their domains. They couldn't have cared less how many black inmates stood behind them, angrily watching T-Bo give his holes up to their superior cocks. He was theirs for the fucking, and not one of the angry men standing behind them could change that fact.
"Fuck man..., your cock looks so good sliding between the black buns!" encouraged Rupert, watching Crammer fuck. "Make him feel that cock! Ram him hard!"
"Shit man..., this nigger's ass feels better than his mouth!" stated Crammer, loud enough for everyone to hear. "He's a pussy mouth and a candy ass! Both ripe for the fucking!"
"Cream the bitch's pussy so I can fuck him next!" suggested Rupert, wanting sloppy seconds.
"Shit man..., with the way his butt muscles are milking my cock..., that won't take long!" said Crammer, turning up the heat.
T-Bo listened to the two men talk as they fucked. He wanted their cum in him as he worked them from both ends. He deep throated Rupert, trying to coax that cum out of his balls while he squeezed his sphincter muscles on Crammer, milking that fat lance as it buggered his behind.
Crammer watched his own cock slam in and out of T-Bo's ass. He loved watching the fat black cheeks bounce with each impact, the fat juicy niggerboy ass swallowing his cock whole from tip to base in one shot.
He knew it wouldn't be long before he was planting his seeds in that garden. He could feel himself getting close real quick as he slammed himself home and came. "aaahhh sshhhhiiiitttt...!!" he announced, signifying his climax as his cock exploded in the black inmate's ass.
T-Bo felt the cock twitching with life inside of him. He knew by the growing warmth in his rectum that Crammer came a huge load. He felt the cock remove just as Rupert removed his own cock from his mouth. Rupert ran around behind T-Bo, spreading the ass cheeks his Block mate just came in. The brown hole blinked open and closed as it tried to recover from the fucking it just got. Rupert aimed his own mighty cock up to the hole and shoved in. He could feel Crammer's load coating his cock as he slid through. His shaft sank in with very little resistance as he bottomed quickly down to his balls and started fucking.
T-Bo moaned aloud as his ass was fucked again for the second time. He looked up and saw a whole line of horny men waiting to use his holes. His own rock hard solid dick stood between his dark legs, drooling pre-cum as he resisted jacking himself off. Rupert slammed his cock in and out of the black tail before him, the coated hole feeling like the softest mouth ever as it swallowed up cock without teeth.
T-Bo moaned and groaned throughout the fucking, panting like a bitch as he was fucked forcibly by the racist Aryan burying his cock in his ass. It didn't take long for Rupert to shoot his own load alongside Crammer's, ramming his cock balls deep as he filled the hole full of superior cum. He pulled out only after he was finished fucking. He and Crammer zipped up as the excused themselves from the aisle, leaving T-Bo to answer to the other two dozen or so men waiting their turns.
T-Bo lay on the floor, looking up at a black guy stroking his fat black dick in his face. "Fucking honky lover...!" said the black man, shooting his load all over T-Bo's upturned face. T-Bo felt the first stream streak across his face, then opened his mouth to try to catch the rest of the heavy load as it pumped from the fat flaring dick head. When he tried to capture the pulsating prick in his mouth, the man pushed him back, saying "this dick ain't for whitey lovers!" He zipped up and walked off as another black inmate took his place.
"Turn around and bend over bitch..., I want to fuck some of that ass too!" he said, stroking his dick in preparation. T-Bo did as order, facing the chair as he leaned over it to present his ass. The black man pried the cheeks apart to see the glistening wet anal opening. He shoved his dick inside, fucking through the two loads already Implanted.
Pt-9
NORTH PHILLY
22 year old off duty Philadelphia Police Officer Jake Valentine rode his Jeep around one of the worse crime areas on the city. He was used to these streets now as a frequent patroller of the area. He watched the families of black and Puerto-rican people sitting outside on their steps as he drove by, decent respectable people who just got the short end f the stick and grew up in poor rundown neighborhoods. That didn't mean they were bad people, it didn't mean that they were criminals, it didn't mean that they didn't deserved the same lever of respect and service as any other tax paying family in the Delaware Valley.
As he continued to drive he noticed the boys on the corners. The slick cats who used slight of hand to pass drugs from customer to customer right out in the open. Jake saw a few transactions, but was off duty and not looking to make trouble. He turned down a familiar street called Snyder's Drive, his headlights catching the looks of many of the "girls" who walked the strip there. He pulled his Jeep up to the curb and rolled down the window. A pretty girl (passable) trotted up to his door, thinking him a trick...
"What you looking for Honey?" she said, peering into Jake's beautiful blue eyes.
"You're a man, aren't you?" asked Jake, reading her features. The girl looked insulted...
"I could be whatever you want me to be, Honey! I'm versatile!" said the lady hooker.
"I used to know a girl named Peaches..." said Jake, remembering her fondly.
"Oh..., Peaches don't work down here no more! She died last year I think..., got shot in a fight or something!" said the woMAN. "But whatever she did for you..., I could do better! My dick is 9 inches and I can fuck like nobody's business!"
"I'm sure..." said Jake, amused. "...but what I'm looking for right now is a drug dealer..., I want to purchase some Sextasy...!"
Continued... _______________________ NPhillydogg@aol.com