Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 16:36:10 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-16

	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!

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The HOLE/16
TOUGH DECISIONS

Pt-1
Piedmont Penitentiary
A new day has begun...

"What're we going to do about this hit Sarge ordered us to do?" asked
Blake, lying back on his bunk as he watched his cellmates (Bruce Gardner
and Alan Cooper) lying in their own beds passing the time.

"I don't know yet." said Gardner, still thinking through his options as he
stared up at the peeling ceiling.

"I say we pop this asshole as fast as possible..., stick him hard, then get
the fuck out of there before anyone sees us!" advised Cooper, pumped up
about the hit.

"We can't kill T-Bo...!" said Blake, trying to be rational. "...the
Mandingos will KNOW it was the Aryans..., and you know THEY'll turn us over
in the blink of an eye!" he argued. "Look what they did to Christopher!"

"What'a you care? We've killed suspects before! What's the big difference
here?" asked Cooper, intensely. "This is a test of courage and loyalty! If
we DON'T do it, we'll never get on the inside track! We'll always be on the
outside of the Aryans, the blacks, the ricans, the guard...!" countered
Cooper, compellingly.

"I still think it's wrong..., the Aryans can't be trusted!" doubted
Blake. "What do you think, Bruce?"

"I think we have no choice. Whatever we do will, we'll always be the
outsiders, the ex-cops, the MAN! We have to do what we have to do!"


Pt-2
	Muhammad his in his cell, reading over religious material when his
cellmate (and recently, -lover) walks in. Abdul sees Muhammad sitting at
their desk, going over his studies with intensity. He tires to busy
himself, to keep from interrupting the man's studies, but after awhile it
seems to become obvious that Muhammad is ignoring him on purpose. To test
his theory, he squeezed by him on his way across the cell, touching him
affectionately on the back and shoulders to see his reaction. Muhammad
shifted uncomfortably, looking more annoyed than ever before.

"Is there something wrong? Did I..., do something?" whispered Abdul,
sitting on the bottom bunk bed behind him.

"What...?" asked Muhammad, trying to act innocent.

"Come on, Muhammad..., we've barely talked since yesterday, and we
haven't..." he looked around to make sure no one was around. "...made love
in days, man! I thought we were going to hook up last night?"

"I..., I was just..." said Muhammad, taking off his reading glasses to
pinch the tension from his eyes. "...I've just been tired." he added.

"Kewl." responded Abdul, feeling better. "So we still good?"

"Yeah, sure..." said Muhammad, avoiding eye contact.

"Good." said Abdul, squeezing Muhammad's shoulder. "We hooking up tonight?
I sure could use you man. Can't wait to feel your body against mine."
	Muhammad shifted again, uncomfortably.

"I..., I don't think we should mess around anymore..." he said,
hesitantly. Abdul looked shocked.

"Why...?" he asked, completely blindsided. Muhammad took a deep breath...

"People know, Abdul..."

"People? What people? Who knows?" asked Abdul, nervously.

"I was talking to one of the brothers..., -Amahd." he admitted,
stoically. "I was advising him against seeing one of Duke's so called
`prison pussies' (Nakia)..., and he informed me that he was aware of what
you and I did in our cell after `lights out'!"

"How does he know what we do?" asked Abdul.

"I don't know..., he KNOWS, that's all that's important!" said Muhammad,
getting a headache.

"So..., based on what HE said, you want to stop doing what we do?" asked
Abdul, unclear.

"Of course!" said Muhammad, vehemently. "How are we supposed to lead by
example, if we're doing the same exact thing everyone else is? We're being
hypocrites!"

"We knew that before we started!" said Abdul, seeing no reason to change
their behavior. "You can't tell me you didn't know this when we first
started?"

"Regardless, Abdul..., how are we to absorb our teachings if we continue to
repeat the same sins? We've got to stop at some point, to realize and
recognize our destructive behavior will hurt us in the long run!"

"So just like that, it's over?" asked Abdul, reaching his hand in to fondle
Muhammad.

"Yes! It HAS to be!" said Muhammad.

"So we're supposed to just ignore each other lying in the next bed...,
knowing the other is as eager as you are to touch you..." he said, running
his hand down Muhammad's chest and stomach. "...to hold you...to feel, and
taste you?" he added, grabbing the growing lump in his crotch. He trailed
the outline of his dick with his fingertips, measuring the length he had
become all to accustom to sucking.

"Abdul..., don't..., please..." whispered Muhammad, weakly.

"You want me to stop?" asked Abdul, squeezing it hard. "Or do you want me
to go down there and kiss your dick, and suck your balls, until you're
begging me to take it in my mouth?"
	Muhammad said nothing, as he felt his resistance slowly slip
through his loins. "Cover the door..." suggested Abdul, his mouth already
starting to water.

"But its still day-time..." said Muhammad, preferring to hide under the
cloak of night.

"We both need this, Muhammad..." said Abdul, licking his full red
lips. Muhammad found himself staring into the handsome Muslim's mouth,
picturing his dick sliding between his lips. Muhammad got up from his seat
(his hardon tenting out the front of his prison pants), grabbed a sheet off
the bed, and walked over to the cell door. He looked back at Abdul, whom
had started to slowly unbutton his shirt. Muhammad then started tying the
ends of the sheet up to the bars, creating a thin wall for privacy. When he
turned back around, Abdul was pulling off his pants.
	Muhammad walked back over towards the bed, unbuttoning his own
shirt. He and Abdul exchanged no words as they watched each other get
naked, admiring each other's bodies as their slim/medium muscles and hard
manhoods came into view. Unlike other encounters, this one took place in
broad daylight, outside of bed, with more at stake.

	Muhammad took Abdul into his arms. The 2 fully grown men caressed
each other's skins in ways they'd never touched another man. Surprisingly
it felt good. Affection (rather from man or woman) in a place where there
is no affection, feels good. Their hands roam over muscular arms and
shoulders, down muscled backs and flat hairy chests. Their dicks poke each
other in the tights, leaving wet pre-cum streaks wherever their dicks
touched.
	Abdul was the first one to lean in, tilting his head slightly as he
pursed his lips to kiss. Muhammad didn't resist. He merely closed his eyes
until their lips met. The first kiss was timid, unsure, and
experimental. The second kiss was more exploratory, -lingering. The third
kiss was more relaxed and controlled. The forth kiss introduced
tongues. And by the fifth kiss, they both were hooked on each other's
mouths.

	Muhammad guided Abdul backwards towards the beds, lying down on top
of him as they explored each other's mouths and bodies. Muhammad maneuvered
himself between Abdul's legs, causing him to assume the missionary
position. He ground his hardon into his, breathing hard as they exchanged
spit through sloppy soul kissing. "I want you to fuck me, Muhammad..."
groaned Abdul, breaking the kiss as he panted breathlessly.

"What...?" asked the older man, rising up on his elbow as he looked down
into the younger man's eyes. "You sure?"

"Yeah..., I've been thinking about it a lot, lately..." whispered
Abdul. "...I want us to be each other's soulmates while we're in here! I
want to be able to touch you in ways no other man in this prison can! And I
want the same from you!"

"You want to fuck me too?" asked Muhammad, thinking about the pain.

"I want us to be there for each other! In anyway necessary!" opposed
Abdul. "And I'm willing to go first!" he added, pulling his legs wider
apart. "Just be gentle, brother..."


Pt-3
	The `rec room' is where prisoners go for recreation, games such as
Ping-Pong, Volleyball, and indoor basketball are the games of choice. Like
with most games, the men get very competitive. While the blacks and
Mandingos usually hold the most wins on the basketball court, it's the
Aryans that rally well on the volleyball court, while the ricans usually
fair well on the tables. Respect and bragging rights are usually the most a
champion will walk away from a game with, but occasionally bets are set,
either involving money, favors, or sex.
	Alex Sanchez sits on the sidelines, cheering on one of his
block-mates when his official "boyfriend" David Rodriguez walks over and
takes a seat beside him. The 2 sit awkwardly for a moment, not having
spoken since the day Alex found out David cheated on him with another
inmate.

"Hi." said David discreetly, trying to keep a low-key.

"Sup?" responded Alex, keeping his eyes forward on the game.

"How's your nose?" asked David (referring to an event which happened in
chap-11).

"Itsallgood." said Alex, touching his healed nose subconsciously.

"I miss you." said David, looking over at Alex. Alex said nothing, trying
to remain stiff towards David. "I know I fucked up..., but I really like
you." he whispered under his breath. "I really didn't mean to hurt you..."

"Then why'd you do it?" asked Alex, looking at David for the first
time. "Was it because he was black? Because his dick was bigger? Because he
fucks better? Were you curious? Lonely? Or just being a whore?"

"I deserve that." said David, feeling the words cut into his feelings. "I
don't blame you for being mad at me..., but no matter what Genuwine and I
did, it was nothing compared to you!"
	Alex looked away, turning back towards the Ping-Pong table as he
allowed the words to absorb into him. Knowing Genuwine wasn't as good as
he, that David wasn't carrying around a torch for the Mandingo, somehow
made him feel better about himself. He was beginning to feel bad about
himself, wondering what kind of loser he was if he couldn't hold onto
another man? But just as he was starting to feel better, in walks Genuwine
on the far side of the rec room. David saw Alex's eyes lock on the black
thug as he joined his black buddies over by the ball court. This was his
first day back from the hospital where he had been stitched up by
doctors. He lifted his shirt to show his boiz his wound. David watched as
Alex jumped up from the bench, and stormed out of the room.
	From the small crowd hovered around the Ping-Pong table, Raul
smiled to himself, having kept a watchful eye on David's and Alex's entire
exchange.


Pt-4 "So wussup, nigga? Welcome back!" said Genuwine's friends (Marvin,
Duke, Wyome, and Killer-Pete), gathering around him in a show of solidarity
and support. "How were the nurses, man? Did you at least get some head
while you were out?"

"Naw, man..." laughed Genuwine, pulling his shirt back down. "...the nurse
I had looked like Drew Carey!"

"Shit..., ugly pussy's better than NO pussy at all!" said Pete, grabbing at
his dick.

"That explains your pedigree, mother fucker!" laughed Marvin, at Pete's
expense.

"Huh?"

"Think about it, dumbass!" laughed Duke, jabbing Pete in the ribs as they
watched other members playing ball on the court. Genuwine looked over
towards the ricans at the Ping-Pong table, and spotted David sitting in the
stands. Their eyes locked for a second, before David got up and followed
his boyfriend out the door. This too was observed by Raul, whom eyed
Genuwine with distastefully from afar.


Pt-5
	In the Visitor's Center, 38 yr old Lidia Gardner sits sat what
resembles the round recreation tables at a pre-school. She watches other
families re-united with imprisoned loved ones, embracing them lovingly
before talking to them intimately about their lives, their homes, families
and future. She watches the door open which separates the prisoners from
the visitors, and sees her husband (Bruce) escorted by a guard.
	Bruce smiles when he spots his wife, then walks over to her
quickly. She stands nervously, granting him a friendly hug in front of
officers. Bruce gripped her tightly, loving the feel and smell of her
petite frame in his arms. It'd been many months since his arrest and
conviction, and months still since he last had relations with his wife. His
cock grew hard as memories if them in bed instantly flooded his brain.

"Damn its god to see you...!" he said in her ear, draped over her like an
giant coat. Lidia held back tears as they separated and took their
seats. "The guards don't allow for a lot of touching and hugging...,
thinking someone may be trying to smuggle things in or out." said Gardner,
staring into his wife's eyes. "Damn it's good to see you! You look great!
How are you? How's Samantha?" (his daughter).

"She's good." said Lidia, shaky. "She has a new boyfriend. His name's
Matt. He's really a nice boy!"

"So she's adjusting well in Colorado?" asked Gardner, unable to take his
eyes off his wife's figure.

"She's coping..., we're all coping." she said, wearily. "How's Christopher?
Why didn't you bring him with you?" she asked, looking for her son.

"Chris' good. He's handling himself well." lied Gardner, not wanting his
wife to worry.

"Are you sure, Bruce? Chris isn't like you..., he's not a tough kick ass
ignorant arrogant sonovabitch! He's sensitive! These men will eat him up
alive!"

"I'm watching over him, honey. So is Alan and Don." assured Gardner.

"What about Joseph? Why didn't you mention Jo? What happened to him?" asked
Lidia, suspiciously.

"uh...nothing, honey! Jo's just not adjusting as well. You know he was
young, inexperienced..."

"Until YOU corrupted him..., turning him into a monster like yourself!"
finished Lidia.

"Huh..?" asked Gardner, sensing something different about his wife's
demeanor.

"I always said that you pushed Christopher too hard..., but you would never
listen!" she said, feeling frustrated. "Even as a small boy you would be
rough with him..., calling him names, making him feel as if he never
measured up to your streetwise police standards!"

"Lidia..."

"Now look what's happened! You've turned our son into a convicted
murderer!"

"You can't pin Chris' actions on me...!" defended Gardner.

"Then WHO did this to him? Me? Sam? His teachers?" asked Lidia, becoming
irate.

"Tempest Williams got hold of him! He and his goons drugged him and took
advantage of his innocence...!"

"And how did Tempest Williams learn of Christopher?" asked Lidia, bringing
the blame back to her husband. "If YOU weren't so busy being corrupt with
your cop buddies, harassing those poor drug dealers and stealing money and
drugs from them like some sort of common criminal..., they wouldn't have
ever learned about Christopher, they wouldn't have come after us, and he
wouldn't be here now!"

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen..." said Gardner, feeling like a
heel. He had no idea his wife felt this strongly towards him, -no wonder
she never showed up at his jury trail.

"I've let you treat us like second rate citizens for too long, Bruce! Your
strong arm rules and disrespect has sent our family into despair long
before any of this happened! I should have left your ass a long time ago!
You were mean, hateful, controlling, rude, abusive, and cruel to all of us!
It's no wonder Sam's flourishing in Colorado without you!"

"Lidia..., calm down..." said Gardner, looking around embarrassed as guards
and spectators started to take notice of them.

"I'm seeing someone...!" she added, causing Gardner's mouth to drop. "He's
the total opposite of YOU! He's loving, caring, refreshing, fun..., and he
always waits until I cum first!"

"Who is he? Who the fuck is he?!" asked Gardner, suddenly angry. The guards
started towards him.

"I want a divorce, Bruce!" she said, reaching into her purse to retrieve a
piece of paper. She threw it at him as she stood to leave. Gardner grabbed
the paper, and opened it. It read from the Common Pleas Courts Of Colorado,
-a divorce decree.

"You bitch!" he snapped, jumping up from his seat as he charged his
wife. Lidia Gardner stumbled backwards in pure fright, nearly toppling
over. The guards grabbed her just in time as he reached for her, grabbing
her by the arm. She screamed as his grip tightened and he pulled her into
him. The guards wrapped their arms around his neck and torso, pulling him
back offensively. Gardner dragged his wife with him. She grabbed onto the
visitor's table, trying to wrench free as one of the guards grabbed her
hair and yanked his head back painfully. "AAHHHHHH!! Bitch! Bitch! I'll
kill you first!" he screamed, releasing his wife as she caught her balance
and ran for the exit door like a bat out of hell. Gardner was last seen
screaming her name as the guards dragged him out of the Visitor's Center,
away from the stunned and shocked families of his fellow inmates.


Pt-
	After `lights out', most all prisoners go to sleep. Some however,
stay awake; namely the frightened, and the horny. For those frightened
inmates like Emmett Greene (chap-1, Pt-2), and Nakia Dawson (chap-2, Pt-3),
`lights out' was usually just the beginning of their troubles. While we all
know Nakia's outcome (becoming Duke's in-house "pussyboi")..., for Emmett
Greene (formally raped in the prison showers back in chap-1) being
cellmates with Marvin Rollins is like a life sentence compounded on his
court mandated 5 year sentence. From the moment word spread through the
prison grapevine of his `sweet pussy', Emmett had been in demand by many of
the more aggressive inmates that wouldn't take "no" for an answer. Marvin
Rollins is one such inmate. As soon as Emmett was released from the
infirmary, Marvin was on him like whit on rice, making him learn how to
suck dick and fucking his straight thug ass on a near nightly basis.
	At first Emmett tried to strike a deal with Marvin, offering to
service him for protection from the prisoners who raped him. But Marvin
wasn't really interested in being some man's protector when all he wanted
was some pussy. He fucked Emmett's ass hard that night, pounding him extra
hard so the other inmates could hear him getting fucked. But it wasn't
until after he busted his nutt deep in the inmate's worn rectum, that he
informed him that he wasn't interested in his offer. Emmett sat in stunned
shock as Marvin rolled over in his bunk and went to sleep. The next day,
Emmett was fucked again by most of the men that broke him in in the
shower. They rushed him in his own cell, and fucked him in succession until
his colon was swimming in semen. That night he was fucked again by his
cellmate, taken like a street whore despite his pleas and promises. At some
point he started to get used to the anal assaults, his anus well stretched
by the daily gang bangs. Eventually attacks began to slow and slack off as
newer inmates (fresh meat) came in and took his place as `the pack's' new
prey. Occasionally he still got fucked by his rapists, but not nearly as
much or by as many as before. As time went by, Emmett even started to join
in on rapes, getting in line to shove his hard dick up some poor frightened
new inmate's ass after he'd been cornered in the showers by a horny mob of
men. The first time he joined one such banging, he came after only 30
seconds in the raped man's ass, cumming quickly after feeling all the cum
loads of the other rapists that came before him.

	But then there are those inmates who stay up to keep dates of
secret rendezvous. Muslim inmates Muhammad and Abdul lay in bed together,
basking in the afterglow of their first actual intercourse.
	Muhammad snuggles up behind Abdul (chest to back), his arm draped
about the younger man's torso as his groin presses up to his bare
buttock. This is the first time that they make love anally, sharing the
same bed after experiencing mind numbing orgasms.
	Muhammad feels like a man again, connected to his mind body and
spirit for the first time in years. While his religious studies helped find
food for his soul, his body yearned for human companionship. Being
sentenced for 25 years for murdering a fellow crack head (with 9 years left
to go), his body missed the physical food (sex) it required to make his
spirit whole.

	Abdul lay with his back to Muhammad, feeling his body pressed into
his backside. Abdul (real name; Cameron Winters) is 39, the middle son of 6
siblings. His father is a doctor, and his mother a nurse at the same
hospital. To most people on the outside looking in, Cameron and his
siblings had the world at their fingertips, but no one knows the pressures
placed on them by parents who strive for nothing short of perfection better
than Cameron himself.
	Never good enough (in his father's eyes) for receiving only
moderate grades in school, Cameron always felt un-wanted and un-loved by
his father. When Cameron opted to skip college to pursue a career in
construction, his dad disowned him, kicking Cameron from his home and life
at age 18. For the next 16 years Cameron struggled with work and living pay
check to pay check, occasionally finding help financially through women he
lived with during the course of their relationships. His last relationship
was with a woman named Rahsheda, -she and Cameron lived together for 2
years before her jailbird brother moved in after a brief stint in
prison. One day after work, Cameron came home to find the police ransacking
their home and belongings. They arrested Rasheda, her brother, and Cameron
for credit card and identity theft after recovering a plethora of stolen
I.D's in their home. Rasheda and he brother struck a deal with prosecutors,
accusing Cameron of "spearhead" the whole organization. They merely got
slapped with 2 years probation while Cameron got 5 years in prison for a
crime he knew nothing about. It was here in prison that he met Muslims like
Amahd, Rashad, and Muhammad. They taught him about religion, about manhood,
about inner peace and forgiveness. It was here that he changed his name and
discovered who he was as a man, finding a place where he belonged. And that
feeling was amplified with the feel of Muhammad's manhood rising hard
against his bare backside. Abdul stretched, pushing his ass back against
Muhammad as the man's arms tightened around his chest.

"How you feeling...? You okay?" asked Muhammad, nestling his face right
next to Abdul's.

"I'm good, man..., great, actually!" smiled Abdul, tilting his head so
Muhammad's full sensual lips grazed against his ear and cheek.

"How's your butt? It doesn't hurt too much, do it?" asked Muhammad, playing
with Abdul's nipple.

"It's a little sore..." admitted Abdul, leaning back. "You really put it to
me!" he smiled, rewinding the events in his mind.

"I still can't believe you offered your ass to me..., that was really brave
of you..." whispered Muhammad.

"Its what we both needed, man." surmised Abdul. "There's only so many blow
jobs a man can take before he needs to plunge into something hot and
tight!"

"Werd up!" chuckled Muhammad. "And you definitely were, tight! Tightest
thing I'd ever been in!"

"So you liked it?" asked Abdul, gleaming.

"If the gut full of cum I shot into you didn't convince you..., does this
answer your question?" asked Muhammad, thrusting his hardon between Abdul's
butt cheeks. Abdul felt the fattening head slide between his buns and nudge
up against his asshole, pushing at the tight wet ring it once
entered. "Care to go one more round?" he asked, praying for a `yes'.

"Anywhere, anytime!" said Abdul, pushing back on the dick.
	Muhammad's dick pierced through Abdul's anal ring, causing him to
gasp aloud. Muhammad's dick squeezed through the tight ring, pushing
through the sphincter and into the rectum.

"aarrrhhhhh..." moaned Muhammad, reacting to the tightness as the ring
snapped shut around his dick base.
	Abdul panted softly as Muhammad started to grind, then pump his
hips into him. He'd already experienced being fucked by Muhammad once, and
although Abdul was a virgin, he really enjoyed the special bond with
strengthened profoundly between he and Muhammad once they became
connected. Muhammad had been very gentle, taking his time to loosen and
open Abdul with a long rimming before introducing his dick. He was patient
upon entry, allowing Abdul to adjust to the pressure before fucking him
more intensely. Abdul lay on his back, his legs open in womanly fashion as
Muhammad lay in him, stroking himself in and out. In that position they
could read each other's facial expressions, Muhammad could tell if he was
hurting Abdul too badly, while Abdul could see the pleasure on Muhammad's
face. Eventually Abdul started to relax and enjoy the fucking, his dick
growing and thickening to match the hardon inside him. He reached down and
stroked it in his hand, timing his masturbation with Muhammad's
thrusts. The 2 men read each other's bodies and expressions all the way up
until climax. Abdul watched Muhammad's eyes roll up into their sockets as
he pumped harder. Seconds later he felt the older man's dick swell, then
felt it pulse and throb wildly inside him. Muhammad tried to stifle his
moans as the cum pumped out of his contracting balls, filling Abdul's
bowels. In the midst of cumming, Muhammad leaned down and french kissed
Abdul, causing him to shoot his own load all over his chest and
stomach. One would think that the 2 straight men would have quickly come to
their senses after climax, pulling apart and heading to their separate beds
in a fit of shame and guilt, but they didn't. Instead they continued to
kiss passionately, finally feeling connected to someone physically as they
bask in their own afterglows.

	Now Muhammad fucked into Abdul in "spoon position", holding him
tightly from behind as he slammed his body into him. Abdul reached back
behind Muhammad's head, then turned his to steal a sideways kiss. Muhammad
stuck out his tongue, allowing Abdul to suckle it while his hands roamed
over his muscular body, down to his hard dick. Muhammad wrapped his hand
around the 8 inch iron flesh pole, and began to stroke it. Abdul pushed his
ass back onto the thrusting manhood pounding at his back door, and grunted
softly into Muhammad's mouth. The pain emitting through his anal ring was
genuine, but the satisfaction of satisfying his long time mentor and
cellmate, far out-weighted what discomfort he was experiencing. He actually
found himself wanting Muhammad's juice, knowing from the previous
experience that the hot manmade liquid would wash over and soothe his
aching innards upon release.

	Muhammad loved this. He excluded sex from his life the second he
stepped into the prison, but he'd given up on sex years before, from the
moment he picked up the crack pipe. He traded his life, love, and family
for a few chips of rock. He worked to get high, he stole to get high, he
sold to get high, he died to get high. Being sent to prison may have saved
his life, for it was that moment on that he cleansed his body of his
poisons, and found himself a religion. The only thing really lacking was
someone special. Muhammad always thought religion would compensate, giving
him all the peace and tranquility he would need to survive life on the
inside. He didn't know how unhappy he was, how unsatisfied and tortured his
soul was, until Abdul showed him the way.
	Now suddenly all the pieces seemed to fit. Muhammad didn't see
himself (or Abdul) as gay, merely 2 men doing what they felt was necessary
to survive. To lock a man up for 20 years and tell him he will not
experience love, or emotion, or feeling, or anything sexual again, is
completely inhuman and would drive any man mad eventually if given enough
time. But being connected to Abdul somehow brings a sense of sanity, a
sense of belonging and humanity back to his life.

	Muhammad felt his dick starting to throb wildly, and knew it was
only a matter of minutes before he reached another climax. Abdul's anus was
doing a marvelous job of choking his dick, the slick ring sliding roughly
up and down the thick dark shaft as he thrust into him repeatedly. Muhammad
quickened his stroke on Abdul's dick, wanting to make him cum at the same
time, but he mistimed his own climax, and came within seconds, filling
Abdul's colon with another load of thick juice.
	He groaned loudly as Abdul accepted all he had to offer. Abdul's
bowels absorbed all the hot liquids, sapping it up like a sponge. Muhammad
slipped his tongue back into Abdul's mouth, pulling his dick from his ass
as he rolled Abdul onto his back. They continued to trade sloppy kisses for
awhile, while Muhammad jacked him off harder. Abdul started to thrust up
into Muhammad's hand, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching while feeling
his slimy seed drip slowly from his swollen anal lips. Within seconds the
cum shot out of his dick head, arching high through the air before landing
all over the back of Muhammad's head and shoulder. Abdul moaned into
Muhammad's mouth as the rest of his spool pooled onto his abdomen.

"We're going to have to go back to our individual beds before the guards
make their rounds..." whispered Muhammad, feeling the semen drip down off
his body.

"Don't worry..., I'll wake you!" smiled Abdul.

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