Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:54:35 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-55

	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/55
OUT OF THE FRYING PAN...

Pt-5

D-BLOCK

	Raul Rodriguez had been through a lot mentally. With the guilt of
his father's death heavy on his mind, he withdrew away from his family as
well as his responsibility as a Cartel Leader, -leaving his middle brother
(Carlos) to pick up his slack. If not for Carlos stepping in to run things
when Raul got too loopy to cope, he wouldn't be sure where the Rootboiz
would be right now.
	Since confessing to his younger brother David about his part in
their father's death, Raul found himself in a whole new set of unfortunate
circumstances, having let his baby brother suck his dick for a `cleansing'
(the Brotherhood's answer to exorcising evilness from a man's soul). Raul
wasn't comfortable letting his brother suck his pipe, but it did help to
make him feel closer to his father as he believed he felt his dad's spirit
pass through them at the time of his cleansing (chap-50, pt-6). Since then
Raul had been feeling better about his dad and himself, but worried more
about his brother and how his Brotherhood actions would be seen as weak to
the other inmates who merely took advantage of the `cleansings' for
blowjobs. Before Muhammad's article hit the papers, the Monks were getting
plenty of cock to suck, and with inmates knowing Raul's brother as a fudge
packer to begin with, Raul feared there'd be no end to the line of men
looking to use his brother's holes to clog with their seeds. Raul loved his
brother, and didn't want to see him used in that manner. After-all, his
family had a reputation to live up to. But he also knew that David was his
own man, and had to make his own mistakes and decisions in order to pick
the right ones eventually.

	Lying in bed in his cell, he thought about his life in general and
how he came to be where he is today. All his life he had nothing but
negative role models in his father, his father's friends, and the
neighborhood they grew up in. Raul was tired of having negativity in his
life. He wondered what living a normal life with a normal job making normal
money would be like? Sure he'd have to work his fingers to the bone to make
ends meat with no real education to back him, but at least he wouldn't have
to worry about drive-bys shootings, gang takeovers, setups, and firebombs
on his family. Seeing how his father lived by the sword and died by the
sword, made Raul appreciate life more. He didn't want to be barely 40 and
pushing up daisies. He wanted a chance at a good life with a happy family,
to watch his children grow into well meaning productive citizens. `Get rich
or die young trying' only managed to put a lot of young men in early
graves. From now on, Raul was looking towards the future, --a future with
longevity.

"Raul...?" called 20 year old Alex Sanchez, standing in the cell doorway
waiting to be invited in.

"Wussup..?" asked Raul, sitting up in bed as Alex crossed into the cell.

"How're you doing?" asked Alex concerned, well aware of Raul's issues with
family and the guilt he felt over his father's death (chap-46, pt-5).

"I'm aiight..." answered Raul, swinging his legs over the side of the
bunk. "Rodriguez men always bounce back on top! Right?" he smiled faintly,
not even believing his own lie.

"Ra'..., if you need somebody to talk to man, --about anything..., I wanna
be here for you!" insisted Alex, sympathetically.

"What if I'm not looking to talk..?" asked Raul, questionably.

"I wanna be there for whatever..., I'm wanna be by your side!" said Alex,
standing in the center of the cell. "I'll always be here for you..." he
said, heartfelt.
	Raul got up from his bunk and walked over to Alex, standing before
him he reached down and took his hand innocently before looking up into his
bedroom eyes. Alex knew Raul was a man of few words, his actions usually
speaking for him. He could tell by the tender way he chose to express
himself that he still held feelings for him. Alex cared for Raul as well,
knowing him to be a good man deep down inside under all that street
thuggishness.
	Raul leaned forward, licking his lips as Alex leaned in to meet him
halfway. The two men kissed gently, their lips touching as they tasted each
other for the first time in weeks. Raul became a little more aggressive as
he started to slip his tongue into Alex's mouth, snaking his free arm
around his waist to draw him in closer. Alex accepted his former lover's
tongue, feeling Raul press his short hard body into his. The kiss became a
lot more passionate as both men got more and more into it. Raul reached
under and gripped a hefty handful of Alex's firm ass. Alex reached down and
massaged Raul's hardened penis through his prison pants.

"Wussup with you and my brother?" asked Raul, breaking the kiss and leaving
Alex panting for more.

"David...?" he asked, lost in lust and trying to focus again on speaking.

"Yea..., David!" said Raul, calmly. "I don't want to get involved with you
again only to have you tell me later that you still got feelings for my
brother!" said Raul, reminding Alex of his past encounters.

"I understand..." said Alex, knowing his track record was indeed
questionable. "David's a Monk now..., he's married to his religion."

"You mean them cock sucker fags Muhammad wrote about in the papers..?"
questioned Raul, knowing the Brotherhood was over with.

"David still believes in the religion..., he still plans to practice!"
informed Alex.

"So you only coming back to me cuz HE don't want you no more?" asked Raul,
pulling away as he sulked back into his cell.

"Ra'..., I'm not going to lie to you, I LOVE David..." admitted Alex,
spilling his soul. "...but I've always cared for you too! I never meant to
hurt you when I went back to David and your dad..., but I understand if you
don't trust me, if you don't want to get involved with me again after what
I did to you...but I'm sorry that I fucked up what we had. You were good to
me, and I didn't see it until it was too late!"

"What guarantee I have that you won't go running back to him if he calls?"
asked Raul, considering taking Alex back.

"I wouldn't do that to you twice...!" assured Alex, feeling vulnerable.
	Raul turned his back on Alex, thinking of how angry he felt when
Alex left him for his father and brother. In his old life Alex would have
paid dearly for his deception with his life, catching a serious beat
down..., but despite Raul's humiliation he still held undeniable feelings
for Alex, --feelings that shocked and surprised him and his more than manly
senses. If someone had told him a few years ago that he'd be in jail
feeling emotional feelings for another man like he would a woman, he would
have beat them silly and called them crazy, --yet here he is trying hard to
hide his true feelings for Alex when all he wanted to do was take the
younger man up in his arms and make love to him until they both passed out
sleep.
	Raul turned back around to face Alex, taking in his handsomeness as
he stood waiting Raul's decision. Raul walked back over towards him,
reaching out to gently stroke Alex about the smooth of his facial cheek
before quickly changing his mind and gripping the young Rican by the back
of his hair and yanking him forward. Alex gasped in shocked surprise as
Raul whispered firmly in his ear. "If you ever pull another stunt like that
again and try to leave me..., I'll slit your fucking throat and throw you
in with the niggers in Block-C and let them pull a fuck train on you!"
warned Raul, causing Alex's blood to run cold. "Feel me...?"

"Ye...ye..., yes...!" gulped Alex, frighteningly.
	Old habits die hard.

	Without saying another word, Raul ripped the sheets up off the bed
and handed them to Alex. Alex understood what needed to be done as he
quickly turned and started tying the sheets up to the prison bars for
privacy while Raul started to slowly undo his pants, smirking to himself in
sweet satisfaction as he anticipated plowing his new lover's ass.

Pt-6

	Outside the cell, Marcellus Vasquez (Raul's former boy-toy) had
just walked up to try to speak to Raul, wanting to plead his case when he
noticed Alex tying the bed sheets. Everyone knew when bed sheets were
placed up against prison bars that something naughty was going on inside
the cell. Marcellus was cut off from view as Alex covered the cell bars
before returning to his man for a sexual interlude. Marcellus felt
slighted, having lost the one man he wanted most in the whole prison. He
wanted nothing more than to rip down those sheets and seek revenge on the
man who stole his lover, but Marcellus knew better than to do anything to
anger Raul more.
	Just as he turned away from Raul's cell did he notice Carlos and
Pablo returning from their meeting with the Cartel (see last
chapter). Marcellus found himself drawn to Carlos' cell as he thought about
the two men inside. He could hear Carlos and Pablo laughing as they
discussed events that transpired with the Aryans in a private
meeting. Pablo was still rubbing the mound in his pants as he recalled the
blow jobs they got from the clueless Aryans whom were duped into sucking
cock for leadership privileges that were already entitled to. Marcellus
peeked into the cell, interrupting the two men as they shared in their
laughter.

"Sup fellas...?" called Marcellus, standing in the cell door as the two men
lit up a joint and began to pass it back and forth. "...mind sharing some
of that...?"
	Carlos and Pablo stopped laughing at their private joke and looked
over at the cell door.

"We don't share our drugs with bitches...!" stated Pablo, causing Carlos to
chuckle out loud. Marcellus felt like he's just been slapped in the eye,
having been branded after doing Carlos and Pablo a favor for Raul by
participating in a prison orgy (chap-47). "...unless they looking to put
out!"

"Yo man..., leave him alone...!" laughed Carlos, already feeling affected
by the drugs he intake. Wussup man...?"

"I was, uh..." started Marcellus, swallowing hard as he prepared to sell
his soul. "...I was just, wondering..., if I could have a word with you?"
he asked, nervously.

"Fuck no!" answered Pablo, speaking for Carlos as the head Cartel took a
deep puff on some of their best weed. "Carlos is a busy man..., he ain't
got no time for no bitch ass crack cunt like yourself!" insulted Pablo.

"Let him talk..." said Carlos, giggling as he passed off the joint.
	Pablo looked surprised, but said nothing as Marcellus walked
further into the cell.

"Can we talk..., in private?" asked Marcellus, hoping to save face.

"Private...??!" chuckled Pablo, choking on his inhale. "...you lucky we
giving your freak ass ANY attention at all! Talk if your gonna talk!"
	Marcellus lowered his head in shame...

"I was..., I was wondering..." said Marcellus, trying to gather the courage
to continue. "...I know your last boy Phi-Bui was given to the Mandingos by
your brother Raul..." (chap-35, pt-2), "...I was wondering if you've found
another replacement yet..? And if not..., if I could volunteer for his
position?"
	Carlos and Pablo looked at each other and started to laugh, causing
Marcellus' soul to sink even deeper.

"You want an audition...?" asked Carlos, his dick starting to tent out the
crotch of his pants as was Pablo's. Marcellus nodded his head `yes', losing
all dignity and self respect. "I can't HEAR you..." said Carlos, wanting to
humiliate Marcellus.

"Yes!" answered the 24 year old, embarrassed.

"Yes what...?" asked Pablo, smiling broadly.

"Yes, sir..., I'd like to audition to be Phi-Bui's replacement!" answered
Marcellus.

"Then strip, bitch! Get that ass in the air so we can tap it right!"
insisted Pablo with Carlos' consent.
	Marcellus stripped off all of his clothes as Pablo pulled up the
bed sheets to cover the bars as Marcellus got down on his knees between
Carlos' spread legs. Carlos was still nursing on his weed when Marcellus
positioned himself and started to unfasten his prison slacks. Carlos
watched as Marcellus pulled free his erection, then took it into his mouth
and started sucking it.

"Feels good...?" asked Pablo, rubbing himself as he watched Marcellus suck.

"Fuck yeeh..." grinned Carlos, taking another hit of weed before passing it
on to Pablo.
	Pablo took a deep hit as he stared down at Marcellus' naked ass,
the cheeks spread wide and tight as Marcellus bobbed his head up and
down. Pablo stared down between the cheeks, focusing on the tight hole as
he rubbed his hardon through his prison garb.
	Marcellus was enjoying himself on Carlos' dick, taking the slick 7
incher as deeply as he could before swallowing it whole. Carlos groaned as
he felt the throat wrap around his shaft before Marcellus pulled back and
began bobbing his head. Pablo couldn't resist reaching back to manhandle
Marcellus' crevice, fingering and manipulated the taut hole. Marcellus
gasped as his anal chute was penetrated by Pablo's digits, he tried
relaxing his fighting sphincter muscles as he concentrated on pleasing
Carlos, wanting to get the job as his lover.

"Damn..., I wanna plug that ass...!" moaned Pablo, unzipping his pants as
he got down onto his knees behind Marcellus. Marcellus prepared himself for
the stuffing he knew was coming as Pablo spit onto his fingers and smeared
it all over Marcellus' asshole for lubricant. Marcellus felt Pablo position
himself as he aimed his dick head up to his hole and pushed in.

"UHHH...!!" groaned Marcellus, feeling his asshole invaded. He barely had
time to enjoy it when he felt Pablo grabbing his hips and starting to fuck
in and out of him fast and furiously, ramming his 8 inch uncut cock through
his tight gripping rectum.

"Yea man..., take that fuckin' dick!" coo Pablo, loving the tightness of
Marcellus' hole as he fucked in and out of it. "Bitch's pussie's tight...!"
smiled Pablo, looking down at Carlos whom was enjoying his head job
immensely. "How's his mouth...?"

"Like fucking butta!" smiled Carlos, watching Marcellus' mouth suckle the
length of his meat.
	Both men fucked in and out of Marcellus' holes, filling him at both
ends as they fucked in and out of him carelessly. Marcellus did everything
in his power to make the fuck a memorable one, wanting Carlos (as the new
head of the Rican Cartel) to pick him as his lover, grunting between sucks
and trying to breathe through his nostrils to keep up with a steady
stuffing of his throat while getting fucked from behind.

"You gonna make this bitch yur regular pussie?" asked Pablo, hammering away
at Marcellus' ass.

"He's definitely worth it..." thought Carlos aloud, getting up on one elbow
as he reached down and started to guide Marcellus' head up and down his
dick faster and deeper.

"Think of all the parties we could have with him...!" suggested Pablo,
knowing they could spend hours fucking him on those rainy days when there
was nothing else to do outside.

"He used to be my brother's boi, though..." said Carlos,
thoughtfully. "...I don't wanna step on Raul's toes by taking one of his
pieces without his consent...!"

"So clear it with him first...!" said Pablo, pulling the ass cheeks apart
so he could watch his slim cock go in and out. Marcellus listened as the
two men discussed his possible status while fucking him, this made
Marcellus re-double his efforts as he sucked harder and started to throw
his ass back on Pablo's cock. "Yea bitch..., gimme that ass!" coo Pablo,
slamming his cock in harder.
	Pablo grunted with each inward thrust as he swallowed Carlos' dick
down to the root. Carlos tightened his grip on Marcellus' head as he
started to thrust up into his face, burying his cock balls deep with every
thrust. "Looks like he's hungry for yur load, man...!" smiled Pablo,
wanting to see Carlos feed Marcellus his load.

"Oh he's definitely gonna get it...!" assured Carlos, putting out his joint
as he concentrated solely on fucking Marcellus' face and throat.
	Marcellus opened his throat as Carlos fucked steadily in and out,
his dick head banging deep down into his throat as he guided his head up
and down faster and harder.

"Give it to him, man! Feed the faggot yur load!" encouraged Pablo, holding
Marcellus' hips as he slammed his pelvis into his buttocks again and again.

"Oh shit, man...!" gasped Carlos, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he
started to cum.
	Marcellus' breathing was cut off as Pablo grabbed the back of his
head and forced his face all the way down into the hairy pubes of Carlo's
pelvis. Carlos' entire cock was lodged in Marcellus' throat as Pablo held
him there with all his might while he fucked nonstop at the exposed
asshole. Marcellus couldn't breathe with the cock wedged in his throat and
his nose buried in pubic hair. He could feel Carlos' cock starting to pulse
and thicken in his mouth even as Pablo's started to seriously pound into
his ass. After nearly a full 30 seconds of impalement, Marcellus started to
push back, realizing he might suffocate with Carlo's cock down his
throat. But Pablo wouldn't allow him to dislodge, holding him in place as
Carlos' cock started to throb harder. "Aww shit man...!!" groaned Carlos,
feeling Marcellus' throat starting to convulse around his embedded
manhood. "Awwww fuck...!!" he yelled, shooting his load directly down
Marcellus' throat. Marcellus felt the hot gush of semen shooting into his
stomach as Carlos whined and withered in bed.

"Fuck man..." groaned Pablo as he hammered even harder at Marcellus' ass,
his hairy balls slapping against the submissive man's buttock with each
thrust. Marcellus took the fucking like a champ, his asshole gripping the
length of Pablo's plunging meat as it buried itself 8 inches deep each
time. Pablo started to go mad in that ass, fucking it wildly before yank
himself free. He grabbed Marcellus by the hair, pulling his mouth up off
Carlos' softening dick as he pulled his head back towards him. "Open yur
mouth, bitch...!" he ordered, jacking his meat over Marcellus' face.
	Marcellus opened his mouth wide as Pablo beat his meat faster and
faster. "You want this load, man...?" he asked, fisting his dick hard.

"Oh yes..." groaned Marcellus hungrily as he licked his lips.

"Here it cums...!" warned Pablo, aiming his dick down at Marcellus' face
just as he started to cum. Gobs of warm white semen spurted from his
flaring dick head, cascading all over Marcellus' face. Marcellus opened his
mouth and extended his tongue as he tried to capture the erupting cock in
his mouth. "Arrrhhh shit..!!" grunted Pablo as Marcellus captured his dick
head. Pablo's cock pulsed and pumped between his lips, filling his mouth as
the cum painted his tongue.
	Marcellus swallowed the cum, then sucked the hard dick for more as
Pablo shook with excitement. "Damn..." he smiled, looking down at his
friend (Carlos) sheepishly. "..the bitch drained me!"

"Well...?" asked Marcellus, pulling his mouth free off of Pablo's dick
after sucking his pipe dry. "...did I pass the audition?"

"As far as I'm concerned...!" laughed Pablo, slapping his softening dick
across Marcellus face playfully. "...yur head of the class!"

Pt-7

	David Rodriguez was in a stupor over the disruption of the
religious cult `The Brotherhood'. Once word of the Cult's true background
hit the papers (due to Muhammad's Inquirer article [originally started by
Muhammad but finished by Abdul), prison officials quickly banished the
Cult's activities, banning them from practicing their wayward religion
anywhere on prison grounds due to a bombardment of media questions. Now
lost without a faith, David found himself wandering the prison with no real
purpose having loss his father, his lover, and his usefulness.

	Wandering back into the Chapel (which had been closed off since the
article was published), David ventured past the taped off barrier to fumble
around inside the empty rooms built to house individual exorcisms.
	David looked around nostalgically as he recalled all the cocks he
sucked from all the inmates he helped expel demons from. The walls were
empty now, with Brother Paul and his followers no longer allowed inside the
halls. With no hope or future, David slid down the side of one of the walls
in despair, his head in his hands as he started to contemplate suicide,
wanting to join his father in the afterlife. But just as he was starting to
figure possible ways of ending it all, he heard footsteps approaching from
behind.

"You know this section is closed off to inmates?" said a Correctional
Officer David was not very familiar with (Nicolas Duncan).

"uh..., yeah, I know." said David startled, getting up from the floor. "I
uh..., I used to work here..!" he admitted.

"YOU used to work here...?" asked Duncan, sounding surprised as he looked
the young handsome inmate up and down. "Reports say that the Monks working
here were nothing but homos getting their jollies off blowing inmates...,
were YOU one of them?" asked the Officer, curiously.

"I'm gay, --yes..." answered David, honestly. "...but it wasn't just about
giving inmates blow jobs, --for many of us it was the only place we ever
felt we truly belonged. We felt like we had a purpose..., like we were
actually helping people...you know?"

"Helping them do what, achieve orgasm?" asked Duncan, jokingly.

"Actually..., it was more than that..." defended David, truly believing the
Brotherhood's methods. "...a lot of inmates had no homes, no family, no
social skills, and no religious backgrounds at all to speak of..., the
Brotherhood gave them faith, HOPE in something to believe in, and FAMILY to
belong to when their real families turned their backs on them!"

"The power of the blow job, eh?" joked the C-O.

"The exorcisms were real!" swore David.

"I'm SURE they were..." chuckled the Officer, doubtfully. "...sucking a
horny man's pud will definitely make him release his spirit! I always speak
in tongues when I'm cumming down some bitch's throat!"

"It was MORE than merely sucking dick and cumming! It was spiritual,
emotional, grappling...! Some of these inmates never had a religious moment
in their lives until they met the Brotherhood! Some of them had very
violent backgrounds and don't believe in anything but pain and hatred...!
But WE were able to make them cry when they were exorcised, releasing all
that hate and negative energy into the cosmos!"

"Cumming usually does that!" laughed Duncan.

"I could show you better than I could tell you..." offered David, daringly.

"Really...?" asked the guard, looking around to make sure they were
alone. "...you'll give me a blow job right here?" he asked, trailing his
fingers along his crotch.

"A `cleansing'..." corrected David. "...and only if you keep an open mind!"

"Oh..., my mind's open!" said the CO, suggestively. "VERY open!"

"Follow me..." offered David, leading the officer towards one of the prayer
booths.
	Nicolas Duncan took one last look around to make certain they were
alone before ducking inside with the inmate. David had the Officer stand in
the center of the booth while he mumbled the Brotherhood's prayer and began
to circle him. Officer Duncan watched in amusement as the handsome Puerto
Rican circled him several times chanting the same prayer before stopping in
front of him. David made some holy gestures with his hands before falling
to his knees and undoing the officer's pants.
	Duncan watched with mounting excitement as David reached into his
zipper and freed his hardened dick. David took it into his mouth
immediately, not even giving it a glance as he sucked in a trance like
state. Duncan stifled a groan when he felt the inmate's warm mouth envelope
him, taking over half of his 8 inch dick as David began to bob his head
back and forth. Duncan watched the inmate's mouth sliding up and down his
dick, his soft pink lips getting closer and closer to his pubic
bush. Duncan waited with bated breath as David went further and further
down his shaft until his face was buried in his groin. Duncan groaned aloud
as his entire shaft was buried down the inmate's throat. Duncan had had
some good head in his lifetime, from his live-in girlfriend (Mona) to some
paid whores in Italy where he was stationed in the military. But there was
something to be said about the old adage that men give better head than
women that Duncan could now attest to.

	David buried his face in the Officer's zipper, his dick lodged deep
down in the confides of his throat. Duncan couldn't resist grabbing David's
head as he churned his hardon around in the prisoner's throat.
	David pulled back, sliding his lips back up the shaft before
sucking gently on the head. Duncan ooo'd softly as the inmate bobbed back
and forth, making his manhood feel alive. David's face looked angelic as
his mind floated above the clouds spiritually. Without giving much effort
he began swallowing Duncan's dick all the way down to the big bloated
balls. Duncan groaned aloud when he felt David's throat contracting around
his shaft. David's mouth seemed to contour to the shape of his dick,
sealing along the sides like a vacuum as David suctioned with force,
occasionally suckling the flaring head to savor the sweet salty nectar that
formed at the tip.

	Duncan loosened the top of his collar to breath easier as he
started to break out in a sweat. David picked up the pace of his suck,
bobbing his head faster as he took Duncan's dick from tip to base into his
throat repeatedly, swallowing it all the way down to the root. David never
stopped sucking, never took a moment's break to swallow spit or even
breathe as he whored his mouth up and down the Officer's dark mast. He
sucked and sucked the hard hot dick like a man possessed, his eyes rolling
up in his head as he ate the dick effortlessly. Duncan started to see stars
as his orgasm quickly approached. He'd just fucked his girlfriend that
morning before leaving for work, but he felt his orgasm coming fast as if
he hadn't gotten off in days. He grasped David's head to get some control
of his momentum to keep himself from cumming too soon, but David was
unstoppable as he wolfed down the dick like a free lunch. Duncan's manhood
started to pulse and throb in David's mouth far sooner than anticipated,
causing Duncan's body to spasm with seizure. David continued to suck and
slurp straight through the guard's orgasm, spittle escaping the edges of
his mouth as he tried to eat everything the Officer had to offer. Duncan
grabbed fistfuls of David's hair just as his orgasm hit, his 32 year old
manhood spurting thick ropey loads of hot sperm into David's suckling
mouth.

"Damn man..." he moaned just after his orgasm passed. "...a mouth like that
oughta be labeled a deadly weapon!" he laughed, trying to catch his breath.
	David swallowed the warm gushy semen as the thick sauce slowly
slithered down his throat. He continued to suck upon the juicy head until
the shaft began to shrink back into the Officer's pants. David licked his
lips as he stood as he awaited Duncan's comments. "That was the BEST head
I'd EVER had!!" smiled the Officer weakly, his body exhausted after such a
heavy climax.

"Good..., but did you have a moving experience...?" inquired David, wanting
to know if the officer was touched by a divine presence.

"uh..., yeah. Yeah sure..., I felt something...!" lied the Officer, making
David grin from ear to ear. "I thought I saw my great grandmother...!" he
said, trying to keep from laughing.

"I told you!!" smiled David, believing he had a `gift'.

"Maybe you could exorcise me again tomorrow...?" asked Duncan, zipping his
pants.

"Sure!" smiled David, innocently. "Same place and time?" he asked, naively.

"Why not?" asked Duncan, having hit the jackpot by finding himself his own
personal cock sucker.

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