Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:56:56 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-45

	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/45
EXORCISMS

Pt-1

	In an attempt to change inmate behavior, Warden Ellis cleared the
path for a new religion to begin behind the walls of Piedmont
Penitentiary. A radical new Cult called `the Brotherhood' (fronted by its
founding member known only as Brother Paul) were granted access into the
prison, setting up shop and turning a small band of rooms into a makeshift
chapel. Tiny rooms with black cloths draped over the doorways gave privacy
to Monk and inmate during the `cleansing' sessions. The Monks drove up to
the prison in a small bus. They were each checked and searched for drugs or
weapons (as is every visitor to the prison). Once through, they were lead
into the Chapel area where inmates lined up to be blessed and confess their
sins during and before the riots.

	Word of the new religious group spread around the cell blocks like
wildfire. Most inmates weren't interested in switching or even starting a
religion, but there were those who wanted to seek out something spiritual,
a connection of sorts as they slowly rot in jail waiting for their prison
terms to end.
	One such inmate was Raymond Sherman (aka Amahd). Having lost his
religion and his woman (Nakia), he felt as if he had nothing to lose by
seeing what the Brotherhood had to offer. He walked into one of the tiny
draped rooms and waited for one of the Brothers to pray for him. Incense
filled the Chapel, giving off a nicer smell when opposed to the
bleach/musky smell which usually filters throughout the prison.

	One of the Monks (Brother Jason) came into Ray's room and drew the
drapes. He stood face to face with the 6 foot 2 tall black inmate, then
removed his hood. He placed Ray in the center of the tiny room, then
proceeded to walk circles around him as he chanted in a foreign tongue.
	Ray watched nervously as the `cleansing' began. A former Muslim, he
was very skeptical about following another religion. He was torn, a man
without a religion or a belief at the moment. He stood perfectly still
while the Caucasian Monk prayed in tongues, then knelt before him. Ray
closed his eyes and waited for the change to flush over him, some bolt of
lightening or jolt of electricity to awaken a new spirit within him. He
expected the jolt to be divine, but was very surprised when he felt his
zipper being pulled down.

"What the fuck...??" he asked, opening his eyes as he looked down to see
what was going on.
	Brother Jason pulled out Ray's limp manhood, then gulped it within
his mouth. Ray started to protest, then stopped himself when he felt the
suckling mouth making his dick rise. He looked around nervously, wondering
if this was some sort of prank. He had been expecting a religious
awakening, not a blow job. He heard the loud groans of another inmate in a
booth beside his, and knew instantly that another Monk was sucking him
off. What were these guys, faggots in disguise? –he wondered.

	Ray leaned back against the wall of his booth and closed his eyes
as he allowed the Monk to work him over. Brother Jason had only been a
member for a few weeks, and wasn't as skilled as Brother Paul or some of
the others at exorcising the demons from victims [see "The Cult" in
gay/authoritarian for more detail]. He sucked and bobbed his head as he'd
been taught in the walls of their refuge, practicing his exorcism skills on
other members of the house. But while he did well in those encounters,
taking his time to extricate the demons from their souls, --this case was
different as he knelt before an inmate, probably convicted of a heinous
crime of some sort.
	Brother Jason tried to take the inmate's dick as deeply as he
could, but was having some difficulty. He tried to swallow the thick uncut
man-piece as he pushed it into the back of his mouth, but he couldn't get
his throat to relax enough to take it all down as he'd been instructed. He
tried and tried, choking and gagging on the thick 8 inch black cock as he
tried to force it all down.

	Raymond watched the Monk struggle to swallow him whole, and
wondered if he was new at this sort of thing. Brother Jason tried again and
again until he felt himself ready to vomit. He stopped the cleansing
process right in the middle of the session, replaced his hood shamefully,
then dodged from the booth without a word.
	Ray stood there for a few minutes wondering what was going on, his
thick dick still hanging outside his prison pants and slowly shrinking by
the minute when the Monk suddenly returned. He knelt back down in front of
Raymond, then removed his hood. Ray noticed that this was a different Monk
than the last one just before he swooped his dick up into his mouth. Ray
immediately noticed the difference when THIS Monk swallowed his thick
manhood whole, all the way down to the root. Ray groaned lustfully as the
Monk bobbed his head and proceeded to give him one of the best blow jobs of
his life.

	Brother Kurt had been a Brotherhood member for years, performing
hundreds of exorcisms on men who really needed it. He swallowed the big
thick black penis all the way down to the hairy pubes with every stroke,
wrapping his thin pink lips and wet tongue around the swelling girth as he
quickly bobbed his head back and forth faster. After only a few minutes he
could taste the pending demons. He sucked harder, taking the cock deeper as
he drew the seeds from within.
	Raymond gripped the walls of the booth when his orgasm hit. He
threw his head back and groaned like an injured lion as his balls
contracted to send a nearly endless cascade of thick ropey semen into
Kurt's mouth and throat. Kurt (now a devout expert at exorcisms) swallowed
each and every rope as it spit from the fat flaring head. He gulped down
wad after wad of rich thick semen as it filled his gullet full. When Ray's
dick finally stopped shooting, he made sure to suckle the last drops out
before removing his mouth and replacing his hood. He stood up and bowed
before the inmate, then took off out of the booth. Ray stood there stunned
and shocked as he slowly tucked his shrinking dick back into his
pants. When he emerged from the booth, he could see other inmates emerging
from their booths, zipping their pants and barely able to walk after
shooting such amazing loads down the member's throats.

	Other Monks ushered in more inmates to `cleanse', taking them to
the now empty booths vacated by previous inmates. Ray left the Chapel
feeling a little different. He knew his faith hadn't changed, nor had his
situation, but his balls were empty and his mind at ease if only for
awhile. He walked back to his cell block, knowing he would be making
another visit to the Chapel very soon.

Pt-2

	Another Brotherhood member (Brother Lewis) was kneeling before an
inmate in one of the tiny booths, sucking out his demons when the inmate
(Andre Williams -aka Dre' [last seen in chap-31, pt-6] ) yanked his hardon
from the Monk's mouth and pulled him up to his feet. Brother Lewis was
startled by the inmate's actions as he roughly turned him around and
slammed him up against one of the walls. He lifted the Monk's robe,
exposing his bare ass as he ran his hand curiously all over the small pale
white cheeks.
	Brother Lewis was frightened as the inmate rubbed his fingers up
and down his ass crack. "Blow jobs'r fine..., but if you want me to blow a
load, you gotta give up da booty!" whispered the inmate, falling to his
knees behind the Monk. Lewis groaned lustfully as the black inmate pressed
his face up between his pale ass cheeks and started eating his clean hole.

"uhh...uhh...ohh...ohh..." moaned the Monk, his face flat against the wall.
	Dre wet the pink pucker thoroughly before pulling out his tongue
and standing up behind the religious man. He aimed and pressed his dick
head up against the wet pucker and sank his thick fat inches inside.
	Brother Lewis let out a loud scream as his asshole was penetrated
completely by the inmate. Dre didn't hold back, he grabbed the religious
man about the waist and began to roughly fuck his ass with deep hard
thrusts. Lewis felt the dick ripping through his bowels, tearing up his
sphincter muscles as it bore through him like a Mack truck and fucked him
deeply. Dre (a 29 yr old gang-banger with a rap-sheet as long as an arm)
was no stranger to fucking men's asses. Having raped more than his share of
butts in prison, fucking this white-boy Monk was the cream of the
crop. He'd always wanted to get a white man on the end of his dick, make
him suffer for all the years of torture and hatred his people had endured
during slavery. Of course Brother Lewis had nothing to do with that, but
Dre didn't care, so long as one of them suffered on the end of his dick.

	He fucked Lewis hard and deep for nearly 10 solid minutes of brutal
uninterrupted sex. No one came to Brother Lewis' rescue while his asshole
was being mauled. All of the Monks had their own hands (and mouths) full
with the high volume of inmates coming to see them. Lewis had been well
trained in exorcising spirits orally, anal exorcisms had not been
issued. This was his first time taking a thick dick up his anal chute as he
clawed the walls waiting for the exorcism to end. He finally got his wish
when Dre's hips picked up the pace, his pelvis slamming into his ass with
loud slapping noises. Dre screamed like a man possessed when he rammed all
of his meat forward, burying the entire length of his manhood deep in the
tortured Monk's buttock and came.
	Thick loads of hot heavy white cum poured into Brother Lewis'
bowels, filling his innards to capacity. Lewis felt every pulsating throb
the cock made in his rectum as the inmate hugged him close and panted hard
behind him in his ear. Lewis' cock swelled hard just knowing he was being
creamed inside. When Dre pulled out, he fell to his knees and sucked the
inmate's dick clean. Dre laughed aloud at the white boy's submissiveness,
hiding his desire for black cock behind the cloak of religion. He yanked
his dick from the suckling lips, then left without saying a word.

	Lewis remained on his knees as the drapes opened to reveal another
inmate looking to be cleansed. He saw the Monk on his knees and didn't
hesitate to unzip his pants and shove his hardon into the kneeling man's
mouth, making him swallow his hardon whole.

Pt-3

	Biological puertorican brothers Raul and Carlos Rodriguez went to
the Chapel to mourn the death of their father Romero. Romero Rodriguez was
killed during the riots (chap-42, pt-3), pushed off the 3rd story catwalk
of D-Block. No one was charged with his murder, as an investigation was
still underway.

	Raul and Carlos both sought religious healing, knowing they were
the ones responsible for their father's death. While Carlos was the one
that actually pushed Romero to his death, it was to save his brother Raul
from being raped by their power hungry father. Both brothers shared in the
grief, both taking on mental responsibility if nothing else. The weight of
their father's death was heavy on their minds as they tour the Chapel for
answers.

	Carlos was taken by one Monk (Brother Fisher), while Raul was taken
by another (Brother Quinn). Both men were taken into draped booths where
they could hear the low murmurs of Monks speaking in tongues, mixed with
the undeniable groans of inmates having orgasmic climaxes.
	Raul was very skeptical walking into the booth after hearing
inmates groan aloud, then seeing one emerge from a booth fixing his
zipper. He went into his booth on defense as the Monk placed him in the
center circle of the booth, then began walking around him while chanting
something in a foreign tongue.

	Carlos had a similar experience as his Monk did the same thing,
then knelt down before him and began to unzip his pants. Carlos said
nothing as he waited to see what would happen next. He was shocked to see
the Monk remove his hood then swallow his uncut 7 inch Rican cock straight
down to the fine black hairs of his crotch.
	Brother Fisher feasted on the puertorican dick, sucking and
swallowing it whole as he quickly bobbed his head back and forth, trying to
get the inmate to expel his demons from within.

	Raul pushed his Monk away when he tried to eat his manhood. Brother
Quinn fell back on his robe covered ass as Raul tucked his soft dick back
into his pants and began cursing the "faggot" Monk out in Spanish. Quinn
ran from the booth as Raul emerged looking for his brother. He walked over
to the closest booth and yanked back the drape just as black inmate Davis
Wood was dumping a big load down another Monk's throat. He gasped as he
came, finally happy to be able to release a load rather than forcibly
taking them from his cellmate as he shot wads of creamy cum down the
kneeling cock sucker's throat.
	Raul walked over to another drape and ripped it back to reveal yet
another Monk sucking dick. This Monk pulled his mouth off the long white
cock he was enjoying and turned around to look up at Raul, his mouth
dripping wet with spit as the white dick bobbed before him waiting to be
serviced. Raul walked on to the next booth where he ripped back the drape
to find his brother Carlos leaned back against the wall with his eyes
closed, biting his lower lips as he tightly gripped the white Monk's head
and came down his throat in hot liquid gushes. The Monk choked and
swallowed, taking every drop of Carlos' ball juice before hearing Raul's
ramp and raves.

"C'mon man, we outta here!" ordered Raul, as Carlos opened his eyes. He
quickly pulled his dick from the religious man's mouth and zipped up as he
ran after his brother. "Ain't nothing but a buncha FAGGOTS in here!!" he
yelled his disappointment as he left the Chapel un-cleansed.
	He got out into the waiting area where more inmates waited their
turns to pray. "This ain't no REAL Chapel!" yelled Raul, angrily. "Ain't
nothing in there but a buncha white faggots looking to suck some dick! The
whole thing's a fake!!" he said, leaving the Chapel in a huff.
	Other inmates awaiting their turns grabbed their rising crotches
and smiled, --if faggots wanted to suck a thick load out of their dicks,
who were they to complain?

Pt-4

	40 yr old Aryan member Moe Stanley (Hammer) stood inside one of the
booths, getting his mighty 9 inch staff worked over by one of the
Monks. His concentration was briefly shattered when Raul ripped back the
drape to reveal him and the Monk heavily engaged, but once the drape was
returned and the Monk continued where he left off, Hammer got right back
into the swing of things.
	He fucked his mighty white cock in and out of the kneeling Monk's
mouth, holding his head in place while he see-sawed his dick back and forth
with deep plunging thrusts. His cock head burst through the oral ring of
the Monk's talented throat with each inward stroke, allowing Hammer to fuck
well down into the tight contracting esophagus with ease.

	Brotherhood member George Birdie sucked and sucked the long white
cock, tightening his hungry lips around the slick girth with every
withdrawal. He'd been taught (like all the other Cult members) that the
more exorcisms they perform the closer they are to achieve a spiritual
divine oneness with the heavenly father. Brotherhood members worked hard to
achieve this oneness with the lord, seeking to become something more than
just a vessel for evil spirits to pass through.
	Brother Birdie had exorcised 5 inmates at this point, his ravaged
throat and jaws already showing signs of soreness as he continued to move
forward, swallowing more and more cock until finally he felt the inmate's
dick thicken and pulse, then felt the wave of orgasmic eruptions shoot down
his throat and straight into the acid pit of his stomach.

	Hammer leaned back against the back wall, wiping the sweat from his
brow as he groaned an audible "fuckin A..." before releasing the Monk's
head. Birdie cleaned up Hammer's meat before leaving the booth to find
another inmate in need of a cleansing.

Pt-5

	21 yr old David Rodriguez entered the Chapel looking for
answers. He'd lost his father (the man he loved) to the riots, his killers
never found. It was as if someone had ripped his heart from his chest. His
father's body lay in the prison morgue until his mother could come claim
the body and release it for his funeral. Romero's sons (David, Raul, &
Carlos) were all refused the rights to attend their dad's funeral, so the
Warden allowed them a mock viewing to have one last chance to see their
father before his body was shipped and buried in their family's cemetery in
north Philly.
	David seemed to be hit the hardest by his father's demise. Romero
Rodriguez was not just David's father, but his lover as well. David had
grown a unnatural attachment to his dad, loving him more than a son should
ever love his father.

	He entered the Chapel much like his siblings before him, hoping
that the religious leaders here would hold some answers to why his father
was murdered and give him solace in his grief and pain. One of the Brothers
showed David into a booth where his was placed in the center and circled
like the others. David started to cry, sensing something spiritual in the
air. The Monk knelt down before him and undid David's pants. David knew it
was a sign from his father, a sign that Romero was still with him, watching
over him spiritually.
	The Monk released David's quick rising hardon, and took it into his
mouth. David gasped at the warmth that surrounded him, enveloping his mind
and body as one. He felt moved by the gesture as the Monk swallowed his
cock then started to bob his head back and forth.

"Yes..., yes daddy..., yes..., I can feel it..., I feel it!" moaned David
hypnotically, seeing his father's vision through closed eyes.
	The Monk continued to suck him, picking up the pace as David's cock
got hard as steel. David screamed out loudly when his dick quickly started
to erupt thick salty creamy semen into the Monk's expecting mouth. The Monk
gagged on the first burst, but quickly recovered as he expertly swallowed
down all the rest.

	David was in tears as his orgasm continued. He felt totally
connected to his father at that point, as if the Brotherhood had somehow
bound them together again through sex. David was hit with a divine purpose,
and questioned the kneeling Brother on how to become a Cult member?

Pt-6

	Outside Piedmont Penitentiary, far away from Pennsylvania on
route-180 in a dusty old motel, 43 yr old prison escapee Bruce Gardner used
his room key to walk into his assigned bungalow carrying a bag of
supplies. He wore a workmen's cap pulled low over his eyes to keep down on
eye to eye contact with strangers who might otherwise recognize him as the
escaped convict from news reports.
	He sat his bag down on a nearby table and secured the door before
checking the window to see if he was being watched or followed. Once
certain no one was paying him any mind, he tossed the motel keys on the
table and removed the jacket he `borrowed' from Corrections Officer Joseph
Dobbins.

"Miss me?" asked Gardner, looking towards the bed and the figure he had
tied face down on the mattress.
	29 yr old Joe Dobbins had been physically beaten and over taken by
Gardner after helping him escape from Valley Forge. Dobbins knew he'd made
a big mistake accepting Gardner's bribe of a hundred grand just for
allowing him to see the tunnels under the prison (back in chap-29, pt-1),
but he was in it too deep to refuse helping him escape. Gardner had
threatened to tell Warden Ellis everything Dobbins did for him (including
allowing him access into Solitary Confinement to murder Sarge (chap-23,
pts-3 & 4) if he didn't comply). Gardner also sweetened the pot by
promising Dobbins another hundred grand if he drove him out of state on the
day of the prison-break. Dobbins knew of Gardner's plans to double-cross
his cellmates and go solo to insure his escape. Dobbins also knew a heavy
investigation would result from the escape as FBI and local police would
question every inmate and employee connected with the prison. Dobbins
decided to quit his job and leave the state with his two hundred thousand
dollars in untraceable cash and make a new life for himself in the
mountains where no one knew him, --but Gardner had plans for that money as
well. During the first chance he got (once they'd successfully gotten
outside state-lines), Gardner got Dobbins' gun away from him and made him
his prisoner, tying him face down to a bed with a gag after forcing him to
register for the room.
	Dobbins complied, hoping Gardner would release him without injury
(fat chance).

"Quite a little arsenal you had in the trunk of your car..." said Gardner,
taking a seat at the table as he spread his legs for Dobbins to see the
large lump leading down his pant leg. "...guns, bullet proof vests,
ammo..., --looks like you were preparing for an all out war! You wasn't by
chance looking to go back on our lil' agreement now, was you officer
Dobbins?"
	Dobbins shook his head `no', willing to say anything to get out of
this alive. "I'd hate to think that you were just waiting for me to fall
asleep so you could shoot me in the head and keep right on going with all
my money..., now you wouldn't do that to an ole' business partner, now
would you JD?" Dobbins eyes widened when he saw Gardner starting to undo
his pants. "You know in prison, when a man tries to fuck his buddies, they
in-turn fuck him back one better. I think it's obvious that you wanted to
fuck me over officer Dobbins..." said Gardner, standing up as he walked
over to the bed Dobbins was tied to. "...so it's only fair that I fuck you
first!"

	Dobbins struggled against the ropes holding his wrists and ankles
spread eagle to the bed. Gardner leaned against the mattress as he ran his
hand over Dobbins' ass, squeezing the cheeks through the fabric of his
pants.
	Dobbins protested as he tried to negotiate with Gardner through the
gag covering his mouth, but Bruce knew Dobbins had worn through his
usefulness. Now that he had Dobbins' car and his money, he no longer needed
him for anything but amusement. Gardner pulled at Dobbins' waistband,
inching his pants down off his ass to reveal his bare bottom. It'd been a
minute since Gardner's dick's taken any virgin ass, and Dobbins' hole
looked as inviting as anyone's.

	Using a big hunter's knife he cut away the ass of Dobbins pants as
Dobbins lay screaming for help through the muffled gag. Gardner climbed up
onto the bed behind the correction's officer between his spread legs, and
pulled his tight ass cheeks apart.
	Dobbins bucked and pulled at the restraints holding him in place as
his ass was mauled by the convicted cop. "You know when I was a police
officer for the Philadelphia PD, we wondered how the drug dealer Tempest
Williams was getting his drug `Sextacy' around the neighborhood without any
of us spotting his couriers. Do you know how he got his drug spread around
without our knowledge?" asked Gardner, looking directly down at Dobbins'
ass. "He hired elementary school kids to stuff the drugs up their tiny
little assholes in big metal spheres (Precinct-23 #1), then his dealers
would pull the balls out of the kids asses and cut it up into servings. It
was quite ingenious really." Dobbins looked back over his shoulder
questionably, wondering why this information was significant? "Can you
imagine how those kids asses must felt, being penetrated for the first time
by those big metal balls?" he asked, aiming his hard cock head down at
Dobbins' tiny tight asshole. "Must've felt a lot like getting butt fucked
up the ass without lubricant!" he said, ramming his hips forward.

"HHHUUMMMMPPPHHHHHH...!!!!" yelled Dobbins through the mouth gag as
Gardner's dick bore into his tight hairy hole.
	Gardner pushed his hips harder, causing Dobbins' resisting anal
ring and tight sphincter muscles to fight back valiantly. The clinching
muscles caused excruciating pain to erupt virgin bottom as Gardner reared
back only to force forward more of his ample dick into the straining hole.

	Gardner was no stranger to taking virgin ass, having fucked many in
his years as a police officer. How many young runaways (male and female)
had he and his partners fucked in back alleyways, abandoned buildings, and
parks? Gardner would estimate it in the hundreds. They had more than their
fill of tight hot young virgin pussy, life as a Philadelphia police officer
had indeed treated him well. The respect and fear of the uniform, the
cart-blanche of free food and merchandise from grateful merchants, and all
the hooker pussy a man could want.
	All these thoughts passed through Gardner's head as he bore through
Dobbins fighting sphincter to burst into his convulsing colon. Tears flow
fluidly down Dobbins face as his rectum was stuffed full of rock hard
convict cock. He pulled tightly at the ropes around his wrists as Gardner
begin to fuck him, rocking his hips back and forth as he sled his cock
roughly through the clinching hole.

	Even Gardner had to grimace from the rough friction scrapping
across his dick. Dobbins' hole was so tight that the course hairs around
his anus rubbed roughly into his shaft as he plunged in and out with
increasing speed. Gardner knew as uncomfortable a fuck it was for him, it
was 10-times worse for the man on the bottom.
	He fucked into Dobbins big boss muscular body with gut wrenching
thrusts, punishing his innards with the continuous jab of his meaty white
lance. Dobbins cried out painfully from each and every plunge, his rectum
and deep colon feeling every frightful stroke as Gardner took full control
of the situation.

	Gardner was still the MAN. They took away his gun and his badge,
but they couldn't take away his pride and libido. No one could fuck a pussy
like he could, not McConnell, not Jake, not even the nigger pimp Tempest
Williams.
	Gardner sliced his mighty manhood through the pale white cheeks of
Dobbins' ass over and over, driving himself in deep and fucking as if
sentencing the man to death by sparing. Dobbins felt the big hard cock
breaking through his anal ring repeatedly, his tired sphincter giving up
the fight as the cock plunged him relentlessly.

	The sound of the bed springs popping could be heard over the loud
groans coming from the man below. For well over 40 minutes Gardner fucked
into the ex-prison guard's tight gripping ass. After awhile the hole
stopped fighting and simply lay open under the demanding phallus. Dobbins
even stopped resisting after awhile, his body becoming accustomed to the
hard pounding at his backside. Gardner noticed his screams of protest
sounded more like moans of pleasure as he fucked even harder.
	Slapping sounds rang out as Gardner's pelvis crashed into Dobbins'
buttock again and again. Dobbins could feel the weig.ht of the former cop
collide into his back and buttock with every downward thrust, his hips
driving the fat cock well deeper into his roost.

	With a mighty yell of ecstasy Gardner plunged his cock fully into
Dobbins hind parts, and came nearly a gallon of cum in his bowels. Dobbins
groaned shamefully as his rectum filled his the ex-cop's seed, signifying
the literal end of his virginity.
	Gardner collapsed on Dobbins' back, breathing hard and
exhausted. He came hard after laboring so long, his life's essence nearly
wrenched out through his balls along with his plentiful load of baby
makers.

	Dobbins lay panting beneath him, his spasming asshole accepting
every spurt of cum shot into it. After thoroughly draining his cock,
Gardner lifted up off Dobbins' back and climbed out of bed. Dobbins was
still moaning softly, looking back at Gardner as he tucked his spent cock
back into his pants. "You did a good job here, Dobbins..." he said, giving
credit where credit was due. "...I'd love to take you with me, but the
extra baggage will just slow me down! But I could tell you were just
starting to get into it while I was fucking you, your ass got real nice and
juicy wet, --like a woman's cunt does when she's really horny for the
cock!" stated Gardner, much to Dobbins embarrassment. "I know I'm leaving
you at a time when all you want is more cock, but don't worry..., I lined
up for horny truckers that'll LOVE giving that tight lil' ass of yours
exactly what it needs. Right fellas?" he asked as he opened the door to 3
big burly truck drivers who came into the room long for a place to park
their big rigs!
	Dobbins screamed into the mouth gag as Gardner gathered up his
belongings and left Dobbins alone in the room with his new friends. One of
the truckers was already climbing up onto the bed on Dobbins back when
Gardner closed the door, he could hear the loud muffled scream from Dobbins
as the truck driver drove his ample cock forth, plunging it in the cum
filled lining of the ex-guard's clinging rectum.

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