Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2008 23:08:08 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-76

	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/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...
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