Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2012 22:26:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: The Hood-11

THE HOOD-11
Davis's Declaration

Written by Eugene Marvin
(aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com


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WEST PHILLY

	18 yr old Kaleb Nelson finished all his household chores while his
father took a shower before bed. Kaleb waited (naked on his knees) on the
floor for his dad to come home from work, and gave him (what is SURE to
become a daily ritual) a blow job first thing! Kaleb had been so excited,
waiting on pins and needles for his dad's return, and was NOT disappointed
when he walked in and shoved his big thick dick down his throat.
	Afterwards Kaleb fixed dinner (Chinese takeout which he plated and
served on China dishes), then hand washed the dishes in the sink while his
dad went upstairs to bathe. "Be in my bed ready to get fucked when I get
there, bitch!" he ordered, before scooting from the table for Kaleb to
clear.


	Now Kaleb waited in his father's bed (his asshole well lubed for
fucking) as his father stepped out of the shower to dry off. 40 yr old
KaliQ Nelson hated what his son had become (a flaming FAG, getting
gangbanged by drug dealers...), but believed if his son was going to WHORE
for anyone, it should be HIM (after all the money he's put into his child
support payments).
	While it pained him to see what his son had grown into without his
daily direction and guidance (having divorced Kaleb's mom many years ago),
his loins couldn't help getting heated at the idea of having his very own
personal sex slave at his total beck and call. He tossed his towel over his
shoulder (after drying himself), then walked out into the master bedroom to
find his son lying in bed on his back (his legs pulled up in submissive
missionary position, his asshole well greased and glistening with
lubricant) as instructed.
	KaliQ tuned off the lights and turned on the TV with the remote,
causing a straight porno of a big butt, big titted black girl getting
banged hard by a big dicked muscleman. KaliQ tossed the remote, then walked
over to the bed where he roughly shoved 2 fingers up Kaleb's asshole. Kaleb
grimaced as the fingers fucked inside him, jamming in and out. He could see
his father's fat black dick standing at a downward angle, slowly rising to
full erection before climbing into bed between his son's spread legs.


"From now on, so long as you're living with ME under MY roof..., my name is
Sir! Understand?"


"Yes Sir!" answered Kaleb, looking quite fearful as his father positioned
himself at his ass, then roughly rammed his dick straight through his
hole... "AARRRHHHH...!!" yelled Kaleb, feeling the entire length of his
dad's huge 9.5" dick penetrate him head-on.
	KaliQ pressed his hairy pelvic bone into his son's upturned ass,
then ground against the smooth cheeks (churning his dick around in the
tight convulsing anus).


"If you're gonna live here in MY house and be MY bitch..., you're gonna
have to LEARN to take dick!"


"Yes Sir!" shouted Kaleb, his eyes tightly shut as he clenched his teeth to
endure the immense pain.
	KaliQ pulled back with his hips, withdrawing over half of his thick
glistening shaft before shoving back in, causing Kaleb's head to twist and
groan...


"Open your eyes, bitch!" ordered the father.
	It took some discipline, but Kaleb opened his eyes as told (water
feeling his eyes as he held his own legs against his chest by holding the
backs of his thighs). "A BITCH should at least LOOK at the man fucking
her...!" added his father, as he withdrew and thrust forth again.


"UHHH...! Yes Sir!" responded Kaleb, grimacing at the impact.


"After ALL that dick you took at that Drug House..., your ass should be
used to getting fucked, bitch! Why you acting like you can't take it...?"


"I...I'm sorry, Sir..." cried Kaleb, staring up into his father's cruel
eyes. "...your dick's just so BIG!"


"But you LIKE `em big, don't you Bitch? What bitch don't like her pussy
stretched by a BIG dick...?!"


"UHHH...! Yes Sir! I like `em BIG, Sir!" answered Kaleb, giving his father
what he wanted to hear as the dick moved back and forth through him.
	KaliQ rested his hands on the headboard in front of him (for
leverage), then started to pick up the pace of his thrusts as he began
driving straight through Kaleb with deep, strong, deliberate strokes.


"UHH...! UHH...! ARRHHH...! URRHH...!" grunted Kaleb after every thrust,
his tight asshole mauled and mutilated by his father's angry strokes.
	Kaleb's dick lay rock hard over his abdomen, already leaking
pre-cum as it pulsated wildly like a twitching finger). KaliQ watched his
dick disappearing up his own son's tight bottom for awhile, loving the grip
of his fighting sphincter muscles as they tried (in vain) to push him
out. While he HOPPED something in his son would POP (causing him to realize
he was a total heterosexual and FORCE his father to stop using him like
pussy), secretly KaliQ was really enjoying dominating another man. Every
time he punched his dick up into Kaleb's hole, Kaleb's dick would pulse,
causing more pre-cum to drip out onto his stomach.
	KaliQ could tell by his son's erection that all hopes of him being
hetero, were moot.


	Kaleb stared into his father's eyes for as long as possible, but
every so often a vicious thrust would send his hard dick a little too deep
into his gut, causing his eyes to close as he adjusted to the pain. "Open
your fucking EYES!" his father would yell sternly, putting fear back into
his son as his eyes would pop back open and he'd continue to look up into
the face of the man fucking him.
	Kaleb couldn't believe his luck. While he had erotic dreams of his
father using him sexually, he never (EVER) thought it would actually
happen. Kaleb had never heard of an incident where a father fucked his own
son. He recalled his father coming into his room (after rescuing him from
the Drug House, /chap-6), and fingering his asshole with one hand while
jacking off with the other. Kaleb was still high off the drugs, but wanted
his father to fuck the shit out of him. KaliQ shot his `daddy-load' all
over his son's hot ass, then rubbed it into the skin before pushing some
into his asshole. Kaleb pulsed his anus around his father's fingers (trying
to draw him in), but was disappointed when his dad packed up his deflating
dick and walked away, leaving Kaleb horny and alone.
	The images were still vivid in Kaleb's mind, as if it all happened
while he was completely sober. He thought he may have MISSED his window of
opportunity, until that faithful day his father caught him watching gay
porn on his laptop (chap-8, pt-4). KaliQ was ANGRY (the realization that he
had a gay son finally hitting him) as he snatched the computer from his
son's hands to see what he was watching. And though the TONE of his
father's voice was livid when he ordered him to `get out', Kaleb was super
surprised to see his dad's DICK beginning to tent the front of his pants,
prompting him to slide down onto the floor and suck his daddy's dick.
	No one could have told Kaleb (a year ago) that only after a few
months of moving IN with his father, that he'd be lying on his back in his
daddy's bed, getting brutally butt fucked up the ass by his own dad.
	Kaleb stared up at his father while he fucked him, and couldn't
help roaming his eyes over his physique. For a 40 yr old man (6'2", 185 lbs
w/a deep dark skin complexion), his dad was very well preserved. Kaleb was
a smaller, slimmer, younger version of his father (which was what made
KaliQ angriest, --that his son looked so much like him, yet was GAY). He
stared at his father's hairy chest and stomach as he thrust back and forth
into him, driving his big black dick 9.5 inches deep inside of him with
every thrust.


	KaliQ Nelson held onto the back of the headboard and closed his
eyes and kept fucking, imaging his dick ramming into some woman's hot wet
hairy pussy. While he enjoyed watching his dick slide in and out of his
son's tight asshole, he couldn't get over looking down into the face of the
boy who looked just like HIM. So he closed his own eyes while he fucked,
concentrating on the warm depths his dick fucked through instead of the boy
staring back up at him.
	Kaleb had no idea that his father was wrestling (internally) with
himself while he was fucking the living shit out of him. Each thrust up his
ass sent another jolt of excitement though Kaleb's young horny body,
causing his dick to jump and pulse on its own. He gripped his own legs
tighter, holding them open wider as his daddy fucked him. Kaleb panted and
groaned as his insides began to convulse. His orgasm started somewhere deep
inside his gut (from his prostate which pulsated under the constant massage
of his father's thrusting dick), spreading throughout his body as it shot
up and out of his dick from his contracting balls.


"Oh god...! Oh god, daddy...! I'm gonna..., you're gonna MAKE me...,
I'm...AARRRRHHHHH...!!!" he babbled and yelled as the cum shot from his
throbbing dick.
	KaliQ looked down in time to see his son's dick spurting white
streaks of cum all over his heaving chest and stomach (without touching
himself). KaliQ could FEEL his son's gripping asshole pulsing and flexing
strongly about his plunging penis. He reclosed his eyes and imaged coming
inside some woman's dripping wet vagina, and started hosing his son's
innards with his load.


"OOOHHH FUCK..." he groaned, feeling the sensation HIT HIM like a rock full
of socks. "...I'M COMING...!!"
	KaliQ tightened his grip on the headboard as he rammed all the way
in up his son's ass and released, flooding his innards with a tidal wave of
sperm.


"UUHHHHHH...!!" grunted Kaleb, feeling the wave of cum splattering against
his anal walls, filling his gut to capacity.
	KaliQ slumped forward as the energy and essence was sucked out of
his body along with the sperm. He could feel his heart beating overtime as
he fought to catch his breath. He hadn't cum so hard in a long time. He
could still feel his son's asshole pulsing around his embedded dick,
milking the last loads from the throbbing shaft as both men slowly came
down off their climatic highs.
	KaliQ pulled his softening dick from Kaleb's well fucked anus, then
flopped down on HIS side of the bed on his back (his balls well depleted
after losing 2 loads. --one last chapter).


"Did Julio ever fuck you...?" he asked out of the blue, curiously.


"uh..." hesitated Kaleb, feeling a cold chill wash over his body. He didn't
want to lie to his father, yet he didn't want to get Julio (his friend) in
trouble, or cause his mother any unnecessary anguish and heartache...
	KaliQ looked over at his son...


"I asked you a question, Bitch!" he snarled.


"Yes Sir!" answered Kaleb, noting his father's stern look. "B...b...but it
wasn't what you think..." he defende,. "...he didn't molest me or
anything..., at least NOT while he was with mom...! He and I were lovers
BEFORE he started dating her!"


"I KNEW IT!" swore KaliQ, having SENSED something more between them than
simple friendship.


"What'r you gonna DO to him, dad...I mean, SIR...?" asked Kaleb, worried
for his friend.
	KaliQ reached over and grabbed the back of Kaleb's head...


"Don't YOU worry about that, bitch...! That's between him and ME...!" he
said, before pushing his son's face down over his groin. "Now, CLEAN that
up!" he ordered, as Kaleb began licking the cum remains from his daddy's
thick rubbery dick...



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THE LANCASHIRE HOUSE


	34 yr old Davis Wood walked into the Lancashire HALFWAY House over
a month ago, fresh from a 6 year stint in the slammer with nowhere to go
and no prospects to speak of. He'd learned a few trades while in prison,
but nothing that would actually help him land him a legal job in the `real
world'. Everywhere he placed applications were met with rejections, causing
him to sink even further into self pity.
	To get over his low esteem, Davis opened his door to any and every
comers in The House, offering sexual service with no questions and no
strings attached. There was never any shortage of horny callers lining up
to utilize his well used holes. He'd simply lay in bed on his back or his
stomach, and someone would inevitably walk by, massage their growing crotch
before walking in (sometimes closing the door behind them, sometimes not).


	One man in particular (Armin Armstrong), was a carpenter who
accidently killed a man with his bare hands after the man tried to rob him
after leaving a bar late one night. At 6'3" and 220 lbs, he didn't usually
mince words. He walked by Davis' room on his way to a job interview, but
stopped when he noticed the naked ass lying face up in bed.
	Armstrong stopped in the doorway, looking both ways before groping
the erection growing in his pants. "Hello...?" he called before entering,
unsure if this was a in-House trick to catch rule violators? Davis
responded simply by flexing as meaty cheeks, looking at Armstrong with lust
smoldering in his eyes. Armstrong took that as a sure fire invitation, and
walked into the room (closing the door behind him). He undid his pants,
then stood beside the bed as Davis got up on his elbows and leaned over,
taking his stiffening dick into his mouth and started sucking. Armstrong's
dick grew to immediate erection as he leaned over to fondle Davis' ass
cheeks. Feeling as good as they looked, he aggressively wrestled his
fingers into the ass crack, finding the hole well lubed. Armstrong wasted
no time shoving his 2 beefiest fingers inside...


"You lookin' to get fucked this mornin'...?" he asked, liking the way the
elastic hole felt around his fingers.


"um-hmm!" moaned Davis, flexing his hole (enticingly) as he sucked.
	Armstrong removed his fingers, then lowered his pants and lifted
his shirt before physically pulling Davis up on his knees towards the edge
of the bed (in doggy position). He watched the brown cheeks parts, reveling
the glossy wet fuck-hole nestled between. Armstrong used on huge callused
hand to pulled the left cheeks further, while guiding his thick dick up to
the hole before pushing in, sinking through the well lubed walls and
grounding his fat 8 incher around in Davis' gut.
	Davis rested his head to the mattress (his ass hiked high in the
air) as Armstrong held his ass cheeks open with both hands. He watched his
dick slide in and out from between the perfectly round brown cheeks as his
dick disappeared deep up the soft/firm backside.
	Like Davis, Armstrong was starting his life all over again. Having
spent 7 of a 10 year sentence behind bars, he'd lost a lot of contact with
former friends and family who no longer wanted anything to do with a known
murderer (even an accidental one). He lost his business with his sentence,
having to sell everything he owned to pay for his legal defense. And even
though it was declared a `self defense', he was found guilty of excess
force and battery, resulting in the death of a man, a burden he would have
to carry for the rest of his life.


	Armstrong found it difficult to start over as well, but unlike
Davis (who relished in self pity and doubt), Armstrong hit the pavement
regularly looking for work, believing deep down (eventually) his record
would be found irrelevant to his work ability. He'd find work because he
was persistent and determined.
	He held onto Davis' waist as he pounded at his ass, slapping his
hairy pelvis into his upturned ass and driving his dick straight through
the sucking anus. Davis lay his face against the mattress and whimpered
happily as his body was used in just the way he wanted. He awoke that
morning with a deep desire to be screwed (much like he was regularly in
prison), --(his only real solace in a world of cruel uncertainty), and
Armstrong certainly delivered, giving his body what it most craved –a
steady hard pounding. He could feel the big man's huge hands around his
waist, pulling him back into his thrusts as he drove his dick in deep. The
powerful strokes sending his dick in 8 inches with every pump, causing
Davis to groan and grunt after each thrust.


	Armstrong rubbed his hands curiously over Davis' back and ass,
liking the way his soft skin felt in oppose to HIS rough callused hands. He
reached up and gripped Davis' shoulders, pulling his torso up off the bed
and causing a deep arch to form in his back as he rode him. Davis felt like
a horse being pulled back by its bridle, as Armstrong lifted him up
effortlessly while slamming his ass with his powerful pelvic bone. The bed
rocked and creaked under the force his strokes. He cupped one hand under
Davis chin (tilting his head back towards the ceiling) and the other on his
forehead (holding his head prisoner so he couldn't move), then proceeded
slapping his ass with his pelvis, beating his pubic bone against his ass
with punishing blows and causing Davis to grunt out loud like a beating
victim.
	Davis couldn't see or hear anything around him, only his own voice
which was beginning to lift and sing. With his knees parted, Armstrong had
a clear path into his vitals, slamming his hips home and driving his dick
deep every time, never missing a single stroke as he rode his ass with
extreme force. He pounded Davis's ass like one of those prison whores he
got used to riding behind bars. They flaunted their sexuality in front of
REAL men all day, knowing they had nothing better to fuck at night other
than their own hands. Armstrong took them (on several occasions) into his
cell and showed them the error of teasing a horny man. How many of them
were heard screaming through the corridors once he and his friends got up
in their pussies? Each and every one of them deserved whatever happened to
them. They'd think TWICE next time about where tight cut off boy shorts and
mortified tank tops, showing off their fat asses and femininity.


	For over 20 minutes the two men fucked. Armstrong couldn't get
enough of Davis's sweet hole as he climbed up in bed with him, lying him
flat on his stomach while pounding his ass roughly with deep penetrating
strokes. Davis pushed his ass back to meet every stroke, loving the way the
man used him. He could feel Armstrong's pending orgasm as his last thrusts
became rather erratic. He slammed against Davis's back, then rammed himself
all the way up in his gut before holding position. Davis could feel
Armstrong grinding hard against his butt cheeks as his dick swelled and
strained inside him, before finally bursting in a series of heavy
throbs. He heard the man groan for the first time, as his dick hosed his
insides down with a huge deluge of creamy potency.
	Armstrong stayed up in pushup position as the cum flowed from his
dick and into Davis's ass. He waited several minutes until his orgasm was
over before pulling out. Pulling Davis around, he made the bottom man suck
his slimy dick clean before finally pulling up his pants and leaving. He'd
be late for his interview, but at least he would be relaxed.


	Davis waited for the man to leave before he reopened his door, then
retook his spot in bed. It wasn't long before another guest happened by: 30
yr old Donald Thorn needed a blow job, and couldn't think of anyone better
to give him one than the man living on the second floor. He walked into
Davis's room (closing the door behind him), took off his pants, then
climbed up onto the head of the bed and position his legs on either side of
David's head. Davis knew exactly what Thorn wanted as he lifted his head,
then took the younger man's dick into his toothless mouth.
	Donald rested his head back against the headboard and sighed,
feeling Davis's hot mouth sink down around his hard shaft. "Damn..." was
all he could muster before Davis's lips were sucking at the root (the
entire dick lodged comfortably down his throat). He gently chewed about the
solid shaft as he pulled back, gliding his lips back up the shaft to the
head. He suckled the head for several seconds before going back down,
swallowing the dick whole. He could hear Donald moan, and knew instantly
the younger man was enjoying what was happening to his dick.


	Davis lifted and lowered his head, dragging his warm wet mouth back
and forth along the long hard shaft as he sucked. There wasn't much he
liked doing more than sucking a man big piece and making him cum. He went
into prison a completely straight man, having experienced nothing but women
and a woman's pussy. But he came out of prison with a love and desire for
dick. Having sucked countless dicks over the years (with no exaggeration),
he knew what men liked. He knew the right pressure points, the right place
to lay his tongue, the correct amount of suction, force, and spit. He knew
who liked deep throat action, who liked more of a head lapping and licking,
and who liked having their meaty balls played with and sucked. He could
suck slow and methodical, or fast and furious, whichever it took to get the
dick off.
	With Thorn, he knew slow and methodical was the key. Taking his
time to suckle the entire shaft, resting the dick in his throat, allowing
the warm wetness of his throat to wrap around and massage the dick was what
often got him off. After only 5 full minutes of firm sucking would he be
ooo and ahh'ing, thrusting up into Davis's mouth as his balls tightened in
their sac. With only a soft "aarrhhh..." as a warning, Davis felt Thorn's
dick pulsing and throbbing wildly in his mouth, sending spurt after warm
delicious spurt of cream ball jiz into his mouth (which he promptly
swallowed and sucked for more).
	Thorn thrust and thrashed about, coming hard as he fed his new
found friend his morning load. Davis sucked him dry. As the ajar door
pushed opened more, Jonathan Hodge (6'4", 195 lbs) stood in the doorway...


"Sounds like a party goin' on in here...!" he smiled, knowing he'd find
Davis fucking around with someone.


"I was just going..." said Thorn, pulling his softening dick from Davis's
mouth and he reached for his pants on the floor.


"Don't rush off on MY account...!" said the bigger man, staring at Thorn's
ass after he bent over to retrieve his pants.


"It ain't like that..." laughed Donald. "...I just CAME anyway...! Enjoy
yourself!" he offered before leaving.
	Hodge looked down at Davis lustfully...


"I had you on MY mind all morning...!" he said, leaving the door open as he
began removing his clothes. "Ain't nothing I like more inna morning than
some hot pussy! And you've got the best pussy I've been in since I fucked
my drunken little sister on her wedding night!"
	Davis waited as Hodge undressed (his big long dick swaying lowly
between his legs), then pulled him down off the bed and onto his
knees. Davis wasted no time surrendering his mouth as he parted his lips
and allowed the long hard dick to slide into his throat. "ahh yeahhhh...,
that's what I' talkin' bout!" smiled Hodge, watching his dick fatten
between Davis's sinking lips. Soon he had the man's face tucked in his
groin as he churned his prick around in his throat. Davis stared up in the
man's smoldering eyes. He knew Hodge was horny to fuck, that his ass was IN
for a workout. He could feel his anal lips pulsing at the thought of
getting pounded roughly.
	Hodge rested his hands behind Davis's head (pressing his face
further into his crotch, tattooing his balls against his chin), before
pulling back and sliding forth, effectively fucking Davis's sucking face.


	Davis felt Hodge's dick grow to its full length (10.5 inches), the
long hard shaft causing his throat to balloon like a bull frog. He sucked
back and forth, feeling it slide between his lips as he tightened his mouth
and throat fucked himself, taking deep deliberate strokes, swallowing to
the root with nearly every bob. Hodge allowed Davis free reign over his
prick, loving the way his mouth and throat felt on his mammoth rod. He
waited until Davis had his dick well juiced with spit before pulling him up
off the floor, and pushing him back against the bed on his back. Davis
instinctively raised his legs, exposing his well fucked and cum lobed anus.
"I SEE someone's already been up IN this pussy..., WHO was it...?" he
asked, knowing it really didn't make a difference, he was still going to
fuck the shit out of the whore no matter WHO it was. He rubbed his dickhead
over the hole, teasing it while simultaneously coating the head with lube
and cum, before shoving in.


"UHHH..." groaned Davis, feeling the dick sink into him nonstop, until he
had all 10.5 inches in his gut. "Oh god..." he squirmed, feeling completely
and thoroughly stuffed. He could feel the dick reaching all up into his
stomach, stretching intestines and moving aside other organs to make room.
	Hodge ground his pelvic bone against Davis's ass, churning his
meaty lance around in his gut, stretching the cum lined hole out wide
before fucking. He liked a nice wet open hole when he fucked, as he pulled
back (withdrawing nearly to the head) before thrusting back in (balls
deep). Davis grunted awkwardly as the dick pierced through him, taking over
possession of his body as surely as any poltergeist. He rocked back and
forth, driving his dick in and out, causing the anal ring to pout (in and
out) with his dick.


	Hodge grabbed Davis by the ankles as he fucked, holding his legs
open as he watched his own dick sink back and forth. Another man wandered
into the room, watching the two men fuck. Hodge loved nothing more than an
audience. He looked back over his shoulder to find the newcomer stroking
his dick openly, and motion for him to come join them as he continued to
thrust in and out of the host. The new man walked over, then climbed up
onto the bed where he presented Davis's open drooling mouth his 6.5"
dick. Davis swallowed the dick immediately, bathing the entire shaft in
warm spit and washing it with his tongue. The man groaned at the unprovoked
attack, as Davis began suction in his cheeks, as if trying to suck through
a McDonald's straw.  "Oh fuck..., his mouth is fucking GREAT!" gasped the
man, having never experienced Davis's mouth before.


"Give `em that LOAD, man..., he likes that shit!" informed Hodge, never
missing a stroke as he fucked, ramming in and out of the well fucked anal
chute as his big thick dick disappeared with every inward stroke.
	Davis suckled the 6" dick without withdrawing. He simply latched
his mouth down around the short hairs and sucked/suckled firmly, using his
lips and tongue to lap hungrily at the fat throbbing shaft like a baby calf
would its mother's juicy teat. The hovering man moaned and groaned openly,
watching Jonathan Hodge's dick sink in and out of the juicy manhole it
fucked so deeply. He could feel his orgasm coming quickly as Davis
swallowed his dick and lapped gently at his balls at the same time.


"OH FUCK...!" he gasped, as his body seized and his dick started shooting
prematurely, painting the inside of Davis's mouth and throat creamy white
with cum.
	Hodge could easily see Davis's Adam's Apple bobbing up and down,
and knew he was drinking the man's nut.


"Fuckin' whore..." he moaned to himself, fucking Davis's ass harder.
	He watched Davis lick up the last droplets of cum from the swollen
head, before the man pulled away and packed up. Hodge continued fucking
even as Davis licked his lips clean, still tasting the salty flavor in his
mouth.
	Hodge pulled Davis's lags open sideways (on either side of his body
like an open pair of scissors), then fucked hard into his gut, driving his
dick faster. Davis could feel the dick speeding through him, the heavy
balls slapping against his ass like duel tennis balls. He and Hodge stared
each other in the eye, both men knowing exactly what the other was
thinking. Hodge knew Davis wanted that dick and cum in the worst way. He
didn't care if he had to go to the hospital to stitch up his torn hole, so
long as he got that nut implanted in him. And Davis knew Hodge didn't give
a flying fuck about him as a man or a person in general, all he was to him
was a substitute pussy to fuck and nut in until he found a real woman to
take his loads regularly. Davis doubted (however) if THAT would be the end
of Hodge's visits to `the booty shop', knowing for men like Hodge,
dominating other men was what seriously got them off. Sure dominating women
was fun too, but women were born submissions, by simple design they were
made inferior to men (the lock to his key so to speak), they were often
smaller, weaker, softer, and physically designed to accept a man's
manhood. But dominating someone who is supposed to your equal was something
totally different, and quite intoxicating. Making a man take your dick,
forcing him to accept (and LIKE) his position as `bitch', made men like
Hodge feel superior. That was something they learned in prison, that wasn't
easy to give up. Every man they met since being released, he couldn't help
but size up, wondering how they'd fair in a fight to won the pussy? In most
cases they allowed the feeling to pass, knowing it could be more harmful
than good. But in some incidents, they could actually SEE the desire behind
the man's eyes, something inside him that told them he really wanted to be
punked but didn't know it. In those incidents, they would always fall prey
to fucking other men, unable to leave that prison life behind, even for a
good woman.


	Hodge twisted Davis around (on his embedded dick), until he was
lying on his stomach, then resumed fucked. Davis spread his knees on either
side of the bed (practically doing a full split on the edge of the bed) as
Hodge continued to drive through him. He yanked his dick completely out of
Davis's fuck hole, then rammed all the way back in. Davis simply grunted as
the pelvic bone slapped against his ass, indicating the drive of the entire
shaft. Hodge yanked out again, then rammed back in. He repeated this move a
dozen or so time, leaving the asshole agape and open (drooling Armstrong's
earlier cum load). Hodge then reached down and grabbed Davis's shoulders
with both hands and began to fuck hard, driving his dick back and forth
with fast deep lunges. Davis held onto the bed sheets for support as his
ass was fucked brutally hard and fast. Instantly he was reminded of his
days in prison, getting gut bashed by his prison cellmate (Dre), who sent
untold hours priming his ass for to sell. He'd spend hours fucking Davis
every night until his ass was as hungry as his toothless mouth. Once he was
worthy a good fucking, he sold him out to other inmates for loose
cigarettes and candy, keeping all of the profits to himself.
	Davis felt Hodge pounding in his backdoor, humping against him like
a rutted dog until he finally shoved all the way in and came, panting hard
and calling him every lewd vile name he could think of while gushing his
colon full of cum.
	He stumbled back weakly after his orgasm was over, then retrieved
his clothing to return to his room.


	The House Master (Jacobs Newman, --/chap-1) happened upon Davis
open door, catching side of the naked man lying in bed, his ass uncovered
invitingly. His first thought was to say something, knowing sex was
definitely NOT permitted on the premises. However, a close inspection of
the fat dripping ass left Jacobs with an annoying lump in his pants. He
walked into Davis's room (closing the door behind him), then walked over
and pulled out his 7" erection. Without saying a word, he slipped it easily
into Davis's well lubed ass and started fucking. Davis groaned and grunted
softly as he was fucked yet again, not even bothering to turn around to see
WHO was fucking him.
	Jacob (a former convict himself) held onto Davis's hips as he
fucked, darting his dick in and out between the hefty male cheeks. It'd
been some time since he fucked another man up the ass. In fact, he'd been
free from prison for about 5 yrs, and (until now) had never slipped back
into the practices he learned behind bars. He knew of straight men who
became gay after years of being beaten down and forced into unwanted
submission. He understood how hard it was for those men to adjust to
freedom after being oppressed and enslaved by their fellow inmates, getting
no help from the guards or the warden who believed you deserved whatever
punishment befell you. he wanted a place where they could heal, free from
sexual servitude and intimidation. However, it was difficult to forget the
pleasures left behind bars. Seeing Davis's recently fucked hole, knowing
one of the residents had just loaded his ass moments before, left Jacob
with an erection he could not ignore.
	He lifted one leg up onto the bed (one foot on the floor), then
began humping away in Davis's spread ass with deeper strokes. His dick sank
into the warm wetness of someone else's cum. His dick withdrew coated with
creamy slime as he thrust back and forth faster. Gone were thoughts of his
new wife and kids, all of his hard work getting this Halfway House built
and funded. All he could think of was getting his rocks off. Of butt
fucking the hot naked ass before him, of driving his dick in until he
unloaded a week's worth of built up semen into his innards (his wife and he
weren't having much sex at the moment).


	Jacob watched his own dick disappearing between Davis's healthy
cheeks, the backlash of cum oil matting against his pubic hairs, matting
them wet. He fucked harder, driving deeper as he fucked. Davis groaned
softly under the attack, lifting his ass higher for maximum fucking. There
was no doubt in Jacob's mind that Davis wanted it. With both arms on either
side of Davis's torso (in pushup position), Jacob fucked, slapping his
pelvic bone against soft plush ass as sloppy seconds wet sounds sounded
through the air.
	Jacob could feel his orgasm approaching as his dick began to tingle
and his balls contracted. He leaned in against Davis's back (gripping his
arms for support) and came, grunting loudly as he emptied his balls in his
ass, adding to the loads already collected there.


	Jac' kept his dick buried for several minutes until he gathered
enough strength to stand up. Withdrawing, he stepped back as Davis swung
around off the bed and immediately fell to his knees, sucking the softening
dick into his mouth to clean off. He suckled off all the excess cum left
behind by the other's fucks (even licking clean the matted pubic hairs on
his pelvis).
	Once clean, Davis let the dick fall limply from his mouth, then
looked up to see the House Master staring back down at him. Both men looked
like deer caught in headlights as Jacob pulled up his pants...


"I uh..." he said, fastening his pants as quickly as he could. "...I trust
THIS will remain secret between you and I...?" he asked.


"Of course!" agreed Davis.


"Thank you..." said Jacob, breathing easier. "...I stand to lose a lot if
this got out...!" he admitted. "Not just my marriage..., but funding for
The House...! None of you would have a place to live if we're forced to
close down for acts of lewd behavior...!"


"I understand." said Davis, knowing how to keep a secret.
	Jacob shook Davis's hand...


"By the way..." he paused, before heading for the door. "...you might want
to think about keeping this DOOR closed..., anyone's likely to walk by and
find you lying there like that..."


"I'll keep that in mind..." smiled Davis, getting what he wanted from doing
just the opposite!



This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG#aol.com
aka EUGENE MARVIN
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