Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2007 23:43:47 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-37

	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/37

Pt-1

"aaaarrrrhhhhh...!!!" yelled Davis Wood, lying face down naked in a sling
suspended from the ceiling of Warden Ellis' `Chamber'. Someone had come in
a back door of the Chamber, behind Davis (Davis assumes it was Ellis),
greased his rear end, and shoved their dick inside his virgin hole. Davis'
screams were choked when a belt was strategically thrown around his neck
and tightened to prevent outside guests from hearing his yells (an old
prison trick). Davis had protected his ass from getting fucked for several
years in prison, sometimes beating inmates bloody to teach others a lesson
about trying to deflower a straight man unwilling to flip. But now, with
his hands tied behind his back in the Warden's sling with a belt looped
around his throat, he couldn't defend himself from getting fucked. The dick
penetrated him, and continued to keep moving in and out until Davis felt it
thicken and twitch wildly inside him. He could tell by the grunts and
groans that the man behind him had cum in him, as his anus started to feel
warm with liquid. But Davis was utterly surprised when the dick finally
pulled out of him, and another one quickly took its place, shoving deep
inside his well fucked gut. Obviously it wasn't just the Warden fucking
him.

	The new dick was slamming in and out of his tight cum slick hole,
when the first fucker walked around front of Davis, --his thick fat dick
bobbing wetly before him as he positioned it before Davis' face for
sucking. "Eat this dick, convict!" said the man, causing Davis to look up
at his rapist for the first time.
	Davis was shocked to see 43 yr old prison guard Carl Peachtree
standing before him, still in uniform with his big thick 8 and 1/2 inch wet
dick hanging out of his pants. Davis had seen Peachtree around the prison
for years, they'd even talked on occasion about how rough it was in
here. Davis thought Peachtree saw him as a male equal, not a subservient he
could just stick his dick in and fuck whenever the mood struck. Davis felt
a little more of his manhood sink when Peachtree grabbed his head and
slapped his sticky dick against his face to wake him up. "I said suck my
fucking dick, faggot!!" yelled Peachtree, shoving his thick sausage into
Davis' mouth.

	Davis gagged around the foul ASS tasting dick as it pressed into
his mouth and rummaged his throat. All the while the other unknown dick was
steadily pounding at his sore asshole. Davis had been reduced to a `hole'
for men to fuck and cum inside. His male status no longer mattered, he was
`pussy' to fuck, and once word got around the prison, his life would never
be the same.
	49 yr old prison guard Reggie Reinhold was currently butt fucking
Davis, holding him by the hips as he power fucked his straight ass while
getting face fucked by his partner and friend. Reinhold and Peachtree knew
about Davis' services to the Warden (as did ever inmate in the joint), but
as long as he only gave `head' in the office, he was off limits to the
guards, but once Ellis introduced him to the `Chamber', it was open season
on his ass. Davis would never have the respect he once did as a straight
tough man of the blocks, now that he was a flip-flopper, it would only be a
matter of time before he was turned into one of Duke's bitches (which was
every man's fear or dream).

	Reinhold fucked Davis' ass hard and steady, while Peachtree fucked
deep into his throat. Getting fucked for the first time at both ends, Davis
wasn't sure if he was coming or going, his senses were fogged as he was
abused front and back, his insides fucked to mush as the two dicks tried to
meet somewhere in the middle.
	Reinhold lost his load first, shooting 9 streamers of hot cum deep
into Davis' already deflowered anal pussy. He grunted and groaned loud
enough to let the man know he was dumped in him, grinding his thick 9
incher around in Davis' warm gut. Peachtree hammered Davis' mouth for
another 5 minutes before he dumped his second load into him, making the 34
yr old father of 4 swallow his thick potent cum. Davis' throat muscles
worked to make the hot sauce go down, his own dick leaking a steady stream
of juice through a hole at the bottom of the sling. Once Reinhold and
Peachtree pulled out, Davis hung there feeling totally used and
exhausted. But his ordeal was not yet over.

"Come on in here and get yourself some of this ass, Darrin!" said
Peachtree, directing another guard to fuck Davis' ass. Davis turned his
head to see a attractively medium-slim built black guard standing in the
corner, his hard dick bulging out his pants as he witnessed the fucking of
an inmate.
	Davis recognized 38 yr old Darrin Daniels right off, he was newly
married and often walked the halls of the prison with his billy in hand
with a slightly cocky grin of superiority on his face. He wasn't surprised
to see Darrin in cahoots with Reinhold and Peachtree.

"Don't be shy, man..., come in here and get yourself some of this prison
pussy!" offered Peachtree, trying to coax his co-worker.

"See, we told you you'd get laid working with us!" laughed Reinhold, egging
Darrin on.

"I don't know, man..., who IS this guy? Why's he just hanging here in this
room?" asked Darrin, obviously unaware that they were in a special room
connected to the Warden's office.

"Don't worry about that!" said Peachtree, slapping Davis' bare lite brown
ass. "Just stick your dick and fuck him like you did the others!"

"Yeah man..., who was it got you you're first piece of man ass?" asked
Reinhold.

"You and Carl!" answered Darrin.

"And who got you some of that special grade-A pussy from one of Duke's
bitches in training?" asked Peachtree.

"You and Reggie!" smiled Darrin, recalling how his dick just slid
effortlessly through the inmate's ass (chap-31, pt-7). Without further ado,
Darrin Daniels pulled his 8 inch dick from his uniform pants and aimed it
up to the inmate's hairy hole. Davis braced himself for another fucking as
Darrin shoved into the tight bunghole. "Fuck, he's tight than an fat
woman's stockings!" he whispered, having to use a bit of force to sink in.

"That's right! We broke his cherry hole tonight!" laughed Peachtree as
Darrin bottomed out. He ground his pelvis into Davis' ass, feeling the
sphincter muscle flexing to expel him. Darrin thought back to the recent
ass fuckings he did with inmate Emmett Greene and prison guard Andrew
Roberts (chap-28, pt-1). While Andrew's ass was tight, it had been fucked
by Peachtree and Reinhold on at least several occasions before he got to
it, so Andy was aware how to take a dick and relax his butt muscles. Emmett
Greene's ass had been wrecked so badly by inmates that his sphincter
muscles no longer existed, Darrin was able to slide into him with
absolutely no resistance whatsoever. But with Davis Wood, his dick could
feel the sphincter still fighting to protect the anal track from being
invaded, despite already having two solid loads inside it. Darrin pulled
back and began fucking the inmate's tight sucking hole as hard and fast as
he could.

"That's it, man! Pump that ass! Give him that dick! Make the bitch WORK for
that load!" encouraged Peachtree, happy to see how quickly he turned
Daniels into `one of them'.
	Davis grunted with each plunge the dick made into his bowels. He
wasn't used to getting butt fucked, and the experience was a bit more
degrading than he thought possible. Only gay and weak men allowed
themselves to be ass fucked by other men. Straight man and rough and tough
masculine men (like himself) didn't take dick, they GAVE dick! Davis
couldn't help but worry about his prison status now that his hole had been
tagged. Already his asshole was beginning to get used to getting fucked, as
Darrin's 8 inch dick felt much nicer and slid in and out much better than
Peachtree's 8 and 1/2 inch, or Reinhold's 9 inch dick's.

	Darrin held onto Davis' hips just as Reinhold had, and fucked into
the inmate with long hard jabs. Darrin was having marital problems at home
with his new wife; problems pertaining to money (mostly due to her
elaborate wedding), his erratic work hours, and sex. Often times they would
argue about their income and her spending limit before he left for work,
only to have her refuse him sex when he got home. Darrin often found
himself uptight and hard-up because of it, that is until Reinhold and
Peachtree approached him one day with a solution to his sexual
problems. But while Darrin was resistant at first, he found it much easier
to go home to his nagging wife if his balls were properly drained before
hand, leaving him more relaxed as she started complaining.
	Darrin humped into inmate Davis' ass for a full 10 minutes before
he felt himself about to cum. Davis somehow knew the guard was about to pop
too, when he felt him suddenly pick up speed and start to really fuck his
ass hard like Peachtree and Reinhold had. Davis found himself elevating his
ass to give the guard a better target, knowing it would help make him cum
faster. Darrin tightened his grip on Davis' hips, then shoved his entire
dick in balls deep and yelled out loud as his sperm shot straight through
his pulsating dick and exploded inside the inmate's squeezing anus.

	Davis grunted as Darrin unloaded inside of him. He felt every
thrust, every throb and twitch the dick made inside him, filling his anal
canal with a sea of precious juice. Peachtree noticed Davis' hardon
underneath the sling he lay in, and reached down to stroke it. It only took
a couple of yanks before Davis was painting the floor white from his own
orgasm. He moaned lewdly as his anus tightened and pulsed around Darrin's
embedded dick. Darrin pulled his dying penis free from the sucking hole,
just as Reinhold stepped up for round-2. He quickly shoved his 9 inch
morsel into the inmate's convulsing asshole and began to fuck him
again. Davis lay hanging there, completely and totally at the guard's whim
as they each fucked him again for a second time.

Pt-2

	20 yr old Alex Sanchez meekly walked back to his prison cell which
he shared with his prison lover Raul Rodriguez. Alex had just been butt
fucked in another cell by Raul's father Romero, and his little brother
David. David and Romero lured Alex into their clique with an irresistible
offer (last chap). But while Alex was eager to accept the offer, he knew
discussing it with Raul would be among one of the hardest things he's ever
had to deal with in his life.
	Raul was sitting in their cell waiting for him when he arrived.

"Where the fuck you been??" asked Raul, jumping up from his bunk as soon as
Alex appeared. "I'd been looking all over for you! Why'd you leave the
Rec-room? I was playing ball!"

"I...I got a desperate call from David, telling me that he needed my help
with something!" said Alex, watching Raul's face expression go from angry
to livid.

"My brother, David?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "I'm playing
basketball in the Rec-room, about to make a slam dunk when I look over into
the stands to see an empty seat where my nigga is supposed to be sitting!
And now I find out that you bailed out on me becuz my faggot lil' brother,
--whom you used to be in love with, called to you for help, and you went
running!?" asked Raul, his voice sounding madder and madder as he
spoke. "What the fuck am I supposed to think about that?"

"Well..., I thought he might be hurt...!" explained Alex, nervously. "I...I
thought your dad might've done something to him...! I know how you two
ain't been getting along!"

"And..., was he hurt?" asked Raul, calmly. "Was my father there when you
got there?"

"No. Your dad wasn't there when I got there! David was alone!" answered
Alex.

"So what did he want?" asked Raul, already sensing something strange.

"He...uh, he...wanted me to..., uh..., he needed me to tell him, umm..."
	Raul quickly grips Alex by the neck, turning his head from side to
side to see the deep imprinted passion marks left on either side of his
neck.

"He needed to give you these fuckin passion marks?" asked Raul, shoving
Alex aside. Alex gripped his throat and ran over to the chrome toilet
tissue dispenser to see the deeply imprinted reddish/purple marks on his
neck.
	He hadn't even known they were there.

"Those marks look awfully familiar to the ones my brother David was wearing
after dad fucked him in his cell (chap-29, pt-2). You SURE my dad wasn't in
there with you?" asked Raul again, even more suspiciously.
	Alex swallowed hard as he turned around to face his cellmate.

"He came in after I got there!" admitted Alex, fear written across his face
like a mask. "I didn't know he was gonna be there Raul, I swear! I thought
David would be alone!"

"They set you up, you dumb ass!!" said Raul, knowing his father had gotten
to his boi. "What he do to you?" asked Raul, rage inflamed in his
face. "Did he rape you?" he asked, waiting for an answer. "Did he FUCK you?
What did he say to you??"

"He...he wanted me to join up with him and David...for all three of us to
become cellmates and lovers!" confessed Alex, backed into a corner.

"That selfish sonovabitch..." thought Raul, aloud. His eyes shot
suspiciously to Alex as a thought crossed his mind. He roughly grabbed his
cellmate and physically threw him easily across one of the bunk beds and
yanked down his prison pants and underwear to reveal his bare ass. Then
Raul grabbed the ass cheeks and roughly pulled them apart to see the red
bruised and swollen hole nestled between them. Seeing the evidence of his
father's cum drooling from the pouting anal lips which he (Raul) hadn't
fucked since morning, caused him to shove Alex aside and began beating him
with his fist, calling him every "slut" and "whore" in the book.
	Alex tried desperately to defend himself, but was sorely out
matched by Raul's street fighting skills. He was surely on the losing end
of the fight when Raul's father Romero showed up in the doorway.

"You know the code of the streets, Raul..., you're not supposed to put your
hands on another pimp's bitch!" he said, causing Raul to spin around in
anger.

"Alex was MINE first!!" he said, spitting his words in a passionate
display.

"Actually..., he was David's first, you stole him from him!" corrected
Romero.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about old man, YOU weren't
there!" yelled Raul, defensively.

"You know how things are run, Raul..., you've been in the game a long time,
you grew up in it! You can't change things to fit only your needs, it'll
backfire on you eventually!"

"What the fuck'r you talking about??"

"Alex is MINE now, he belongs to ME, just as this cell block does!"
answered Romero, bluntly. "I told you when I got here that I would be
taking over! I don't know why you're resisting me!"

"Because we were doing well without your interference!" answered Raul.

"You were?" asked Romero. "Your brother David wasn't speaking to you, and
had given himself over to the niggers to keep away from you! How is that
doing well?"

"And he's much better off being his father's bitch?" asked Raul, disgusted
by the idea.

"Yes! His dad won't beat him up or pass him around to the entire block like
others will! His dad loves him as a father's supposed to love his son! His
dad will look out for him and make sure he's never hurt or beaten up for
being what he is! And that's more than I can say YOU did for him!" argued
Romero.

"You don't know the HALF of what Carlos and I did to protect David all
these years while you were locked up in jail!" screamed Raul. "Fuck..., WE
were like his fathers! YOU didn't even know he was gay until you got
here!!"

"Until I got here and found him SOLD to the Mandingos for the price of his
lover Alex!!" intercepted Romero. "You SOLD your brother for some
prison-cunt, and you stand here judging ME!?? Who's the sick one now?"

"What about YOU stabbing me in the back and stealing Alex away from me?
What kinda father does that to his son? What's that all about?" asked Raul.

"Payback!" answered Romero. "You called your mother on me, told her what
I'm doing to our son and made her question my manhood and loyalty? For that
and THAT alone you get everything you worked so hard to obtain in here,
stripped away! You boiz, your contacts, your social status, your bitch...,
--all MINE now!"
	Through a fit of absolute rage, Raul charged his father against his
better judgment. But Romero (a street thug from da ole-skool) simply
side-stepped his son's approach and punched him once in the throat, causing
Raul to gasp for air as his quickly sank to his knees defenseless.

"I COULD be the asshole you think I am and make you suck my dick right now
right here in your own cell..." said Romero, standing waist high over his
son as he clinched his sore throat frantically. "...but I won't, only
because you're my son and I want you to stand by my side and run this
prison with me!" added Romero, confessing his desires. "I want me and my
boys to head up the Cartel, to run every inmate, guard, and racial divide
in this motherfucker! But I can't have you constantly trying to stab me in
the back, I need to know I can trust you to carry out my orders!"
	Romero bent down on one knee, getting eye level with his oldest
son. "I'm gonna give you ONE last chance to give up this crusade and join
me and your brothers, Raul. One LAST chance before I toss you out of the
family and let the prison have you!" Romero stood back up, looking down on
his son as he looked up at his father. "I'll give you a couple of days to
think it over..., but I wouldn't wait too long if I were you, chances are
there's many guys in here that you've pissed off at one point or another
that'll kill to get your ass alone in one of the stairwells..., I'm sure
Duke and that black guy Genuwine would love a go at you! Don't give them
the opportunity!" said his father, as he slowly walked away with his lover
Alex in tow.
	Raul sat on the floor of his cell, contemplating his options as he
thought about what his father said.

Pt-3

	In the Muslim cell..., Abdul was simply ecstatic to have Muhammad
back in his life. He catered to Muhammad's every need, bring him snacks
from the commissary, making sure he was relaxed and comfortable in his cell
at every moment, and waiting on him hand and foot. Muhammad appreciated the
pampering, having gone through nearly 2 weeks of pure hell.
	Visitors stopped by to wish him well, men that helped storm the
Warden's office to insist on freeing the Muslim leader (last chap). They
were all men Muhammad had touched spiritually at one point or another,
helping them cope with loss, being imprisoned, losing their faith, or being
raped and molested by other inmates. Muhammad was very instrumental in
getting them the strength, motivation, or protection they needed to
survive. So it was only right that they come to his aid in need.

	Muhammad was sitting back leisurely enjoying his return when the
Muslim Council showed up at his doorstep. Jamal, Shaleim, and Rashad stood
outside Muhammad's cell, wishing him well. Abdul stepped aside, an angry
expression on his face as Muhammad invited the men of Islam in without his
consent.

"Muhammad..., we just stopped by to give you our best wishes and tell you
we'd been praying for your release from confinement." offered brother
Shaleim, holding the Quran in his hands.

"We also wanted you to know that we did NOT actively seek your release,
because we warned you about getting involved in things that don't pertain
to Ali!" added brother Jamal. "We felt your crusade was a personal one bent
against the Warden for your own reasons..., we didn't think that was
appropriate behavior for someone in your position and stature. You
understand?"

"Yes. I do." answered Muhammad, respectfully.

"There was also a vote as to who would replace you while you were away..."
said brother Rashad, ignoring the hateful spews from brother Abdul. "...and
I was voted by overwhelming majority to step into your shoes..."

"And we've been totally pleased by brother Rashad's performance ever
since!" added Shaleim.

"So much so..., that we want him to continue in your spot while you...work
out your issues with the Warden." completed Jamal, effectively making
Muhammad step down.

"You can't do this...!!" intervened Abdul, unable to keep quiet any
longer. "Not after all Muhammad's done for this organization!"

"The Muslim religion is not based around any ONE man, Abdul! Muhammad's
absence didn't crush us, nor will his stepping down from leadership! We
WILL go on with Ali's help!" said Shaleim.

"So you guys put Rashad in charge over Muhammad?" laughed Abdul. "Do you
even know the things this man is capable of? What he doing behind your
backs?" asked Abdul, reading the blank looks on the Muslim's faces. "He's
working with the drug dealers, getting kick backs in money and gifts!"

"And you can PROVE this claim?" asked Jamal.

"HE told me himself!" offered Abdul. "He said if I stick with him, I could
get anything I ever wanted in prison!"

"Stick with him?" asked Shaleim.

"Sexually! He wanted me to be his lover!" confessed Abdul.

"He's lying!" said Rashad. "I found him in the prison library getting his
penis sucked by that old librarian Gramps (chap-32, pt-5)! I pulled him
aside and tried to talk to him man to man, but all he wanted was sexual
gratification, and kept offering himself to me! Of course I declined."

"That's a lie! HE was the one coming on to me!!" yelled Abdul.

"And what about this claim that you were in the prison library getting
fellatio from the librarian? Is that a lie too?" asked Shaleim.
	Abdul looked over at Muhammad, whom was already aware of Abdul's
past with going to the library for head-jobs, but that was supposed to be
behind them once they started sleeping together (chap-7, pt-4).

"No..., that part's true." said Abdul, shamefully.

"Then in the light of things, I think it understandable if we take brother
Rashad's side in this matter, as he has had a long upstanding member with
this religion without a single blemish on his character!" said Shaleim,
dismissing Abdul's claim as bogus.
	After a brief stay, the Muslim leaders leave as quietly as they
came, leaving Muhammad and Abdul to deal with the aftermath...

"Muhammad..., I'm so sorry I went back to that library while you were
locked away in that Hole..., but I was weak! I needed you! I missed having
you in me..., I just needed something to sustain me thought another day
without you!!"
	Muhammad said nothing as he walked over to the desk that lay all
his paper contacts and articles in local papers.

"So while I was down in Solitary Confinement, wondering if I'd ever see you
again, you were up here getting your dick sucked by Gramps again?" asked
Muhammad, sounding hurt.

"It wasn't like that!" said Abdul. "I was going through HELL here without
you!"

"And I was IN HELL!!" yelled Muhammad, angrily. "Do you KNOW what those
bastards did to me down there? They made my life a living hell! And ALL I
had to think of, ALL I had for endurance and strength was the thought of
YOU up here waiting for me! Your arms to come back to! And now I find out
that you were being unfaithful!!"

"Muhammad..., it wasn't like that, really! Rashad's blowing this all out of
proportion!"

"But how would Rashad know, unless he actually caught you getting head?"
asked Muhammad. "I TOLD you to stop going to that old man! I TOLD you to
keep it between US!"

"And I DID!! I only messed up this ONE time!" said Abdul. He reached out to
touch his lover and cellmate, only to be physically pushed away. "I love
you, Muhammad!" he confessed heartfelt, unto deaf ears. "Please don't let
THIS be the end of us, man..., I...I don't think I could handle you not
wanting to see me anymore!"

"I don't know what I want to do right now, Abdul..." said Muhammad,
thinking.

"Everything I did, I did for you!" offered Abdul. "I BEGGED the Muslims to
go to Ellis and demand your freedom, but they refused! Rashad wanted your
power and position, and he got it! I waited in the Warden's office for
hours while he and his secretary ignored me! I even went to Amahd for
support..., and HE was the one that suggested I go to the inmates and rally
a support group in your honor! He helped me get you free!"

"Did you have to sleep with HIM too?" asked Muhammad, causing Abdul's mouth
to drop.

"Fuck you, Muhammad! I'm no whore!" spit Abdul.

"Really? I can't tell!" said Muhammad, sorely.
	Abdul stormed out of the cell, his feelings hurt that Muhammad
would actually think him as low as to fuck everyone in the prison behind
his back. As he wondered the prison corridors, he couldn't believe how
badly this glorious day was turning out. He'd been so happy to have
Muhammad back in his life, that he never stopped to think of the
consequences of some of his actions. Now he not only wondered if he could
actually live up to the promise he made to the Warden to keep Muhammad out
of his hair for good, but he now wondered if he and Muhammad had any future
together at all? How quickly things change from bad to worse!

Pt-4

	Prison Guard Malik Jones made his way into the prison's records
room where he started ruffling through the files of inmates. He wanted to
know IF indeed inmates were being transferred as told, or simply being
misplaced in the system for some ominous reasons? He had a sinking
suspicion, due to an earlier conversation with prison guard Reggie
Reinholds (chap-35, pt-8).
	While looking for the files of Emmett Greene, Shaleem Davis, and
Christopher Gardner (among others), he found nothing in their folders,
there was absolutely nothing there to prove that they ever even existed in
Piedmont Penitentiary. Not a photo, a medical record, a transfer slip, nor
any admission papers stating the day and date they arrived. He could not
find a single piece of evidence that they were transferred to any other
facility, making the former police officer wonder if they ever truly left
the prison grounds at all?

Pt-5

	Muhammad was sitting behind his desk, reading over his Quaran when
he got an unexpected visitor...

"Mind if I come in?" asked Raymond Sherman (formally known as Amahd).

"Sure..., come in." offered Muhammad, not that surprised to see him. "What
can I do for you?" he asked, curiously.

"Well..., I just got a visit from Abdul..."

"ah..." sighed Muhammad, knowingly.

"He's really messed up about all of this, Muhammad...why'r you putting this
brother through these changes? You KNOW how he feels about you!"

"With all due respect, Raymond..., this is none of your business." said
Muhammad, uncomfortable with discussing his gay relationship with his
cellmate.

"Actually, it IS my business!" said Raymond. "Abdul made it my business
when he came to me asking what could he do to get your sorry ass out of
Confinement!" countered Ray. "Do you have any idea how much this man loves
you?"
	Muhammad twisted uncomfortably in his seat. "You know what your
problem's always been, Muhammad...? You put yourself on this high pedestal,
and think yourself above everyone and even your own feelings! You forget
that you're a person just like everyone else! You have feelings, emotions,
and desires just like everyone else! Denying that you sleep with Abdul is
one thing, its nobody's business who you fuck in here or where you stick
your dick..., but denying how you feel about the brutha, especially after
all the SHIT he went through missing you, is really shitty man! But then
again..., I can't expect no different from you. You were always this way
about everything. Why should a little thing like love be any different?"
asked Raymond, as he walked out of the cell.

Pt-6

	Sometime well after the Administration Offices closed, Davis Wood
was released from his temporary imprisonment from the sling, and allowed
back into population. He fixed his clothes and walked as best as he could
back to his cell, not wanting to reveal to inmates that his anus had been
broken in properly by the prison guards.
	Davis walked into his prison cell just as his new cellmate (Mason
Miller) was pissing in the commode. The two men eyes locked briefly as
Davis' eyes slowly wandered down to Mason's dick. The thick but soft penis
lay limp in its owner's hand as a long continuous flow of piss came from
the dick tip, making a loud splattering noise in the toilet. Davis' eyes
were glued to the penile as he watched it slowly grow and lengthen before
him. Soon Mason was stroking the last piss streaks from his thickly swollen
9 inch uncut dick, stroking it gently as he watched Davis watching
it. Somewhere in his mind Davis snapped out of his trance, and tried to go
on as normal, when Mason walked over to him, and clocked him one right in
the eye. Davis fell backwards from the surprise punch, as he was roughly
manhandled and shoved over the rail of his bunk bed. Mason quickly yanked
the inmate's pants down around his ankles and peeled the ass cheeks apart
to reveal the swollen anal lips which dripped a steady supply of semen from
the pouting hole. Not needing any further lubrication, Mason simply shoved
his thick dick into the swollen hole before him. Davis tried to make as
little noise as possible, not wanting to attract attention to what was
going on in his cell. But soon Mason was humping away in him, fucking
Davis' ass as if he owned it.
	Davis lay with his face buried in the mattress, his throbbing eye
sore as his asshole was mauled roughly. Davis put up no resistance as he
took every thick curved inch the inmate shoved into him.

	Mason was a 2 time loser with his third strike against. In and out
of prison all his life, he knew a `pussy' when he saw one. He wasn't too
sure about Davis when he first arrived a few weeks ago, but he knew by the
way Davis flaunted his body around their cell in nothing but his prison
shorts and his tight body and fat plump ass, that it wouldn't be long
before he was riding that ass like a fiend. He pushed Davis' head into the
mattress and fucked his ass harder, just to show him who was boss of their
cell. Davis grunted as the thrusts got harder and rougher. Soon his feet
were coming up off the floor as Mason fucked him further up into the
bed. Davis was beginning to like his new position as cell pussy when Mason
suddenly growled, and shoved his entire dick inside the anal sheath.
	Davis felt every pulse and throb as the dick unloaded thick wads of
hot cum deep into his anal canal. Davis thought his ordeal was over when
instead of pulling out, Mason flipped Davis over onto his back in
missionary position, then proceeded to fuck him all over again. In this
position Davis's dick lay hard on his stomach, revealing his true
excitement as he got fucked by his cellmate. Others stood by the bars and
watched as word quickly spread that Davis was now `pussy'. Inmates made
plans to test out his new pussy as soon as tomorrow, planning to fuck him
first thing in the morning in the shower room.

Pt-7

	LIGHTS OUT!
	As inmates settle in for the night, Abdul lay in his bottom bunk
worrying how his life with Muhammad was going to be affected. Muhmmad lay
in his own top bunk, wondering the same thing. In the distance they could
hear the muffled sounds of inmates engaging in sexual activity. Muhammad
found his dick rock hard as he thought about Abdul lying in the bunk
beneath him naked.
	Without saying a word, he jumped down from his bunk and shed his
shorts. Abdul watched curiously as Muhammad reached down and pulled back
his covers. Abdul's dick started to grow hard when Muhammad reached for his
underwear and started to pull them off. He lifted and parted Abdul's legs,
exposing his hairy anus as he bent forward and started licking.

"OOooooo..." moaned Abdul, his anus puckering violently at the forgotten
sensation.
	He locked his toes into the springs under Muhammad's top bunk,
raising his ass higher for deeper probing. Muhammad licked up and down the
slightly haired crevice, then shoved his strong tongue inside the actual
hole. Abdul reached down in the dark and began stroking Muhammad's thick 9
incher. He wanted it inside of him so badly that he could hardly
breathe. After nearly 10 minutes of anal eating, Abdul finally managed to
coax Muhammad up from his ass to position his dick up to the opening. The
two men looked onto the shadows of each other's faces as Muhammad slowly
sank in.

	Both men moaned softly as they lay connected dick and ass. Abdul
wrapped his legs around Muhammad's waist as Muhammad began to fuck in and
out of him. He lay down fully atop Abdul chest to chest, kissing him
passionately on the lips. Abdul wrapped his arms around Muhammad's back,
clutching him closely as they fucked. Gone were all the stress of the day,
all the decent and lies, all the sounds of inmates making love and being
raped around them. All that mattered was here and now, what they shared
between them as Muhammad thrust rhythmically in and out of Abdul's clinging
anus with all the passion and desperation of a man in love. Abdul panted
heavily in Muhammad's mouth, sucking hard on his tongue and swapping spit
like life savors.

"Ooohh shit, Muhammad..., I missed you sooo fucking much, man!" moaned
Abdul, confessing his emotions.

"I missed you too..." whispered Muhammad, thrusting
continuously. "...you're all I ever thought of while I was locked up! How
much I missed you, how much I wanted you..., how much I loved you..."

"I'm sorry baby..., I'll never fucking step out on you again! I promise!"
said Abdul, looking up into Muhammad's dark eyes. "I'm here for the
duration, for as long as you want me in return!"

"I ain't going Nowhere!" smiled Muhammad.

"That makes two of us!" agreed Abdul.
	Muhammad started to slam his hips into Abdul's ass harder and
harder, driving his 9 inch crowbar deep into the Muslim's tight sucking
hole. Abdul grunted with each hard thrust, his body taking the impacts of
Muhammad's mad passion. He encouraged it, knowing Muhammad needed this more
than he did. After 2 weeks of torture, he deserved to give a little
frustration back. Abdul gladly accepted it, knowing he would gain the fruit
of his fury.
	Muhammad started to groan, his dick pulsing as he fucked the anus
under him deeper. He rose up on his arms (in push-up position), giving his
dick deep access. Abdul rose his legs, making a better target. He wanted
Muhammad's load in him, a symbol of his love and passion in a heated burst
of liquid gold. Abdul reached down and began stroking his own healthy 8
inch dick, stroking it in time so that he could cum with Muhammad. He could
tell by the way the older man fucked him, that he was very close to losing
his load.

"Awww shit..!" moaned Muhammad, rolling his eyes.

"Come on, Muhammad..., give it to me! Give it to me baby!" whispered Abdul
between grunts.
	Muhammad hammered harder, causing the small bed to squeak and
squeal. He panted hard several times as his breathing became labored, then
slammed his pelvis against Abdul's ass as he growled and unloaded enough
cum from his contracting balls to fill two anuses.

"ARRRHHHH...!!" he growled, losing his essence inside the man he loved.

"OH FUCK...!!" shouted Abdul, shooting his own load all over his slightly
haired chest and stomach. Muhammad could feel Abdul's tightly gripping anus
pulse and squeeze his thick shaft with every pump of cum his balls shot. It
milked his dick as he collapsed on top of his lover, and kissed him again
on the lips.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me in a looong time...!" whispered
Muhammad, honestly.

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