Date: Tue, 6 May 2008 09:38:02 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-59

	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/59
THE PLAN

Pt-1

THE SAFE HOUSE

	51 year old police Captain David L. McConnell and 22 year old
officer Jake Valentine drove down the Industrial Highway to the Motor Inn
Motel where they were keeping 28 year old Marvin Rollins (set to testify
against Warden Dennis Ellis).
	Outside the isolated Motel was a plain police cruiser with two
officers posted inside to keep an eye out for trouble. McConnell and
Valentine pulled up and showed their badges to the officers as they walked
up the steps to the second level. They knocked a special knock on the door
before being allowed to enter. Inside were two more officers in plain
clothes, sitting on the sofa watching straight porno on television.

"uh..., hello, sir!" said one officer, turning off the television set as
soon as McConnell walked in.

"Where's Rollins?" asked McConnell, looking around the room.

"He's in the bedroom with his lawyer." answered the other officer,
nervously.

"His lawyer...?" asked McConnell, looking at the closed bedroom door. "How
long have they been in there?" he asked, walking towards the door.

"I don't know..., 20-25 minutes maybe?" said the officer, unsure.

"And you allowed them to go into the other room with the door closed
unsupervised?" asked McConnell, checking the knob to find it locked.

"He's allowed to have privacy with his lawyer..., isn't he?" asked the
officer, confused.
	McConnell placed his ear up against the door. Inside he could hear
the muffled sounds of someone who sounded in pain.

"Open up in there!" he yelled, knocking on the door. When no one answered
he began to bang on it with his fist. "Marvin Rollins...? This is Captain
McConnell..., open the door, NOW!!"
	With still no answer and the muffled sounds getting louder,
McConnell pulled his gun from his back holster under his blazer, and kicked
the door in with his foot. The plywood door swung open forcibly as it
slammed back into the wall. McConnell, Valentine, and the two officers all
poured into the room to find the naked 28 year old convict on top of his
Caucasian lawyer, the man's legs pressed tightly against his own chest as
he lay on his back looking up at the convict fearfully. Marvin's big thick
long 10 inch black dick could easily be seen plunging in and out of the
counselor's tight sucking white ass, the inner lining of his anal ring
wrapped tightly about the convict's thick girth.

	40 year old Patrick Augustine was afraid something like this would
happen when he was summoned to his client's safe house. He'd been Marvin's
lawyer sense before Marvin was sent to the State's Penitentiary. Marvin was
a big and intimidating black man, making Augustine feel small and
inferior. Marvin would stare at Augustine from across the table in court,
undressing him with his smoldering eyes. When Augustine would council
Marvin privately at the police Round House, Marvin wouldn't even make an
attempt to hide his enormous erections, and would sometimes pull it out and
play with it in front of Augustine, causing the counselor to lose his train
of thought. Augustine tried several times to get his Firm to transfer him
off the case, but Marvin's parents paid the Firm well to represent their
son, even taking out a second mortgage on their house to pay their
fees. Augustine was stuck with the client, and knew if Marvin ever got the
opportunity to get him alone he'd be in terrible trouble. He also wasn't
sure if he'd be able to resist. Like many Caucasian men, Augustine had
sexual fantasies about being taken forcibly by a black man (or men). But
Augustine's pristine background and long term relationship with his live-in
lover prevented him from experimenting like he wanted. He was glad that
whenever he saw Marvin, he was locked behind bars and unable to act on his
sensual demands.
	When his office got the call that the District Attorney was
releasing Marvin from the State Prison to make a deal for him to testify in
court, Augustine didn't want to get involved. He tried to pass the case off
but his superiors forced him to represent the client despite his
reservations. When he leaned that Marvin was in a safe house under police
guard (handcuffed and shackled), he began to breathe easier. He showed up
to get Marvin to sign documents when Marvin suggested they go into the
bedroom to talk privately. Though uncomfortable with the thought of being
alone with the convict, he did so knowing the police would be in the next
room. But as soon as they were alone, Marvin was pulling his big black cock
from his sweat pants, exposing himself to the lawyer. Augustine was
enthralled, his fantasy coming alive right before his eyes. He found
himself drawn to the convict's dick, the hunger written all over his
face. When Marvin called him on his desire, Augustine knew there was no
denying.

	He got down on his knees in front of Marvin as he shoved aside the
chains shackling Marvin's wrists and ankles. He started off just kissing
and licking the big man's dick, licking and nibbling the massive head as he
sucked his way up and down the mighty shaft. He had absolutely no
intentions of doing anything hardcore with the police in the very next
room, but after only a few minutes of sucking it quickly became quite
apparent that just sucking the gigantic cock was not what the inmate was
looking for. Marvin suggested to Council that if he really wanted to get
him off, that he's have to "give up some of that fine white ass!" Before he
knew it, Augustine found himself buck naked, with the convict's face
pressed between his ass cheeks.
	Marvin ate Augustine's fury asshole with vigor, drilling the slick
entrance with his wet tongue. After relaxing the Counselor's anal muscles
with a vigorous workout, he maneuvered himself on top of the wiry man (whom
had to help Marvin adjust with the shackles still in place) and pressed his
big thick fat dick up to Augustine's asshole and pushed inside. Augustine
put his own fist in his mouth to keep from screaming out too loudly and
alerting the police sitting just outside the room. He bared the brunt of
Marvin's fucking as the inmate took to pounding his hot white hole in
bed. Augustine looked up at the huge muscular African American muscleman
fucking him from above, and came a geyser of weak watery cum all over his
own face and chest. Marvin never stopped fucking him even after his orgasm
was over, the big man continued to ram back and forth, filling and
refilling the hot hole with meaty cock as it sawed in and out of the lawyer
nonstop.

"What the fuck...??!" said the officers, looking in shock at what was
happening right under their noses.

"My gosh..." groaned Jake, watching the giant black cock sliding in and out
of the tight red and white asshole. All eyes stared as the much too big
cock ripped the poor tiny white ass to shreds.

"Are you alright, Counselor ...?" asked McConnell, causing the two men to
look over their shoulders towards the door. Instantly Augustine was
embarrassed to be seen naked in bed with a convicted criminal, his ass
being plugged deep by his oversized phallus.

"What you nigga's want...?!" asked Marvin, looking over his muscular
shoulder as his hips continued to pump wildly, his ankles and wrists still
strapped and chained prisoner.

"We're here to make sure you're not forcing Council to do anything he
doesn't want to against his will!" stated McConnell, still holding his gun
in hand. "So Counselor..., is he holding you against your will..?" repeated
McConnell, demanding an answer.
	Marvin looked back down at his lawyer as he fucked him, his thick
dick squeezing in and out as the inner lining of his anus clung to his
girth like a latex glove.

"Tell `em...!" ordered Marvin, never slacking as he continued to fuck.

"No..., no! He's NOT holding me against my will!" blurted Augustine
breathlessly, as he tried to shield his face.

"What do we do, sir...?" asked the officer, still holding his weapon.

"Leave them to their meeting...!" suggested McConnell, backing out of the
room. With the door now closed, Marvin really started to pound into his
Council's ass, fucking him extra hard and deep so the police could hear him
scream.
	15 minutes later, Patrick Augustine emerged from the bedroom fully
dressed in his cheap 2-piece suit and briefcase. McConnell and the others
were sitting around the living room, waiting to talk to the inmate when
Augustine slithered his way out the door, walking very funny as his asshole
ached and throbbed with a double batch of the convict's cum leaking out of
his sore anus.

"Guess that's one billing session for the books!" joked an officer just as
Marvin came hobbling out of the room shirtless in his low riding sweat
pants.

"What y'all doing here?" he asked, surprised to see the Captain out of the
office.

"Would you excuse us, please?" asked McConnell, referring to the two
officers. Once they left the room to go outside, McConnell continued...,
"We're here to tell you that the DA (District Attorney) has accepted your
offer..., if the information you gave us is sufficient enough to garner a
conviction out of Ellis, then your record will be expunged and you will be
free to go back home." informed McConnell, stoically.

"Hot damn...!" smiled Marvin, thinking of his freedom as he headed for the
sofa.

"You know..., if you really gave a shit about Malik Jones and officer
Cortez, you would've given us that information BEFORE you negotiated a
deal! Those were precious days ticking by that we could have had someone
en-route looking for them!"

"Working out a deal for my information was Malik's idea!" explained
Marvin. "HE was the one who told me to hold out for a deal!" he added,
flopping down on the couch. "Guess he wanted to have me free so he could
have more access to me when he wanted!" he winked.

"I don't understand the infatuation!" said McConnell, looking Marvin's
muscular chest over. "What did Malik ever see in a convict like you?"

"What beef is it of yours...?" asked Marvin, getting annoyed. "You act like
YOU have a thing for him...!" he said, catching the surprised expression on
McConnell's face. "Oh shit..., you DO have a thing for him, don't you?!" he
laughed, making McConnell get defensive. "Awww this's just too good...!"
said the convict, laughing at the older officer. "Did you and Malik date or
something? Were YOU the one he was seeing when I met him?"

"My relationship with Malik is inconsequential at the point!" said
McConnell, coldly.

"Yeh, well..., I guess whatever he saw in a convict like me must be
concealed here...!" said Marvin, grabbing two heaping handfuls of his
private parts. "You know he quit the police force just to follow me into
the prison so I could keep fucking him?" informed Marvin, sadistically. "I
can't tell you how many times I bore this bone straight up in his tight
gripping ass, man...! He's got the best pussy I ever fucked..., besides my
brother's of course!" smiled Marvin (referring to the time he and his
siblings group fucked his younger brother in an attempt to keep him from
being gay {in Blacksub [the second series] in the gay/authoritarian section
of Nifty}).

"It's sad to see how far Malik has fallen...!" said McConnell, disgusted by
Marvin's demeanor. "Who do you think is more suitable for Malik..., someone
his equal, who would be there for him and help support him during his time
of confusion...? Or some convict working on his third strike?"

"I think that would be up to Malik to decide!" said Marvin firmly with his
back against the back of the couch. "Besides, I already think he's made his
decision if he's been coming to ME for sex..., that means YOU must not've
been holding it down in the bedroom!"
	(Uncharacteristic of him) McConnell reached back and clocked Marvin
one right across the jaw. Marvin's head swung sideways as the unexpected
punch took him by surprise. A small trickle of blood oozed from a split in
his lip as he licked it away with his tongue. "That ALL you got, mister
policeman?" he asked with a chuckle in his throat. "No wonder Malik came to
me looking for a REAL man to bang that ass out!" he added, looking up at
McConnell from a seated position. McConnell reached back for another swing,
but this time was stopped when Jake grabbed his arm to keep him from
striking the shackled prisoner again.

"Sir...!!!" yelled Jake, causing McConnell to regain his senses.
	McConnell's face registered what he just did as he unclenched his
fist.

	Marvin laughed as he watched McConnell's confusion. He knew the
mulatto Captain wanted to kill him for the things he said about Malik, but
his moral senses wouldn't allow him to do it.

"Let's get out of here, Jake...!" insisted the Captain, making his way
hastily to the door.
	Jake looked Marvin over (to make sure he was unhurt) before
following his superior outside. The two officers standing guard at the door
went back in to resume their shift as McConnell and Jake quickly headed
back to their car.

"You alright, Captain...?" asked Jake, noticing how McConnell continued to
clutch his jaws in anger.

"I'm good, Jake." said McConnell, trying to forget what happened.

"You still love him, don't you sir?" asked Jake observantly, just as
McConnell started the engine.

"I'm with Andrew now...!" answered McConnell, putting the car in gear as he
flashed Jake an evil look.

"That doesn't mean you don't still love Malik though, sir." said Jake,
pressing the issue.

"Like the inmate said..., Malik's made his decision, now we all have to
live with it!" said McConnell, taking off out of the parking lot.

Pt-2

Piedmont Penitentiary

	32 year old Raymond Sherman sat with his crew (the Mandingos) at
their favorite lunch table at breakfast time. The gang leader (27 year old
Christopher Ford [aka --Genuwine]) was going over plans and strategies for
the day with his crew, but Raymond was paying him no attention, his focus
was centered elsewhere.
	Across the room at one of the Muslim's tables, 39 year old Cameron
Winters (now once again known as Abdul) walked over to his seat with his
Muslim brethren. Ray couldn't tear his eyes off his handsome ex-cellmate as
he sat down and began praying over his meal. Ray hadn't seen Cameron since
he broke up with him and rejoined the Muslims, robbing him to right of
explanation or the chance to redeem himself. Ray knew many of the Muslims
through his many years as a devout Muslim himself. He parted ways with the
religion when he fell in love and with his former prison cellmate
--Nakia. Now a member of the Mandingos, he is one of the prison's most
feared members, working as henchmen for Genuwine.

	He watched Abdul interact with his brethren, going over agendas and
getting reacquainted with friends. The more he watched his former lover
interact, the madder he got. He could still picture Cameron in his arms at
night, holding onto him tightly as he pounded hard into his ass. He could
still feel his tight hairy anal ring pulsing around his plunging manhood,
gripping him like a vice as he sprayed his insides full of seed.
	Jumping up from his seat, he began walking over towards the
Muslim's table. "Ray.., where you going man? Yo..! Yo Ray...!" called
Genuwine, noticing the odd expression on the man's face. As Ray made his
way over to the table, the Muslim bruthas all got up to obstruct his path.

"What can we do for you Ray?" asked Jamal, still seated at the table.

"I wanna talk to Cameron!" said Ray, staring directly at his love interest.

"Brutha ABDUL is not interested in talking to you!" informed Jamal. "Why
don't you go back to your table and have a seat?"

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?!" yelled Ray, getting the attention of the
guards.

"Back off!" warned one of the Muslims, stepping directly into Ray's
way. Ray wasted no time reaching back and clocking the 6 foot 3 black man
back on his ass. But before any of the other Muslims could jump in to
retaliate, the guards put the whole room on lock down as they dragged Ray
away to Solitary Confinement.
	The Muslim bruthas picked their brethren up off the floor as they
resumed their meals. Jamal assured Abdul (from across the table) that so
long as he remained a Muslim, he was safe from Ray's attacks.
	The man who suffered Ray's facial punch sat down next to Abdul, his
lips already starting to swell...

Pt-3

	30 year old professional boxer turned murderer Lexington Bowmen
awoke this morning feeling trapped as the transition from freedom to inmate
suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He heard the morning buzzer
(interrupting his memories of sleeping with Halle Berry) before he got out
of bed with a raging hardon. He stood up with his dick poking out the front
of his prison shorts as he scratched his baby dreads and aimed his dick
down at the toilet bowl. As the stream started to hit the water with a loud
splatter, Lex began to seriously miss the comforts of home. His 5 million
dollar mansion had to be sold to pay off his lawyers during his long and
lengthy trial, --all of his prized possessions (his Benz, his Lamborghini,
his Hummer, and his Escalade) were all auctioned off along with a million
dollars worth of furniture as settlement to the victim's daughter. He went
from living in a 5 million dollar mansion to living in a small cell with a
cellmate.

"Hey..." he said as his cellmate (Maxwell) jumped down from the top
bunk. "...what the hell was that alarm for?"

"Head count!" answered the man without looking up. Lex followed him out to
the catwalk where he saw all the other inmates in his tier lined in front
of their cells. Prison guards walked along the ground floor of the cell,
counting heads from 3 stories below. Once all heads were accounted for, the
inmates were allowed to go about their day.
	Lex decided to have himself a morning shower before heading off to
breakfast. He took his towel, his toothbrush and toothpaste, and headed off
towards the showers. Inside he could hear the water running as several
inmates were already there soaping up. Some spoke to him, knowing him from
watching him pulverize his opponents in the boxing ring, while others kept
a respectful distance. Lex found himself an empty showerhead and began
soaping up. He put his head under the spray of water to wake up when he
suddenly thought he heard some muffled groaning from behind. When he turned
around he saw 3 inmates taking turns fucking another inmate from the front
and back. The one getting fucked struck Lex as odd, as the guy didn't look
like a punk but was giving his ass up willingly without so much as a
fight. Lex shook his head and walked out of the shower area without
finishing as the men continued to fuck.

	In the Mess Hall Lexington found himself a table and began eating
the worse breakfast he'd ever eaten in his life. The eggs were cold, the
oatmeal runny, and the bread was at least a full day old out of the
wrapping. Lex was in the midst of cursing the woman's soul responsible for
him being here when he saw the confrontation between Raymond Sherman and
the Muslims. He couldn't tell what the fight was about, but it was over in
less than 30 seconds as guards escorted Raymond to Confinement.
	Out in the yard, Lex was approached again by Genuwine. "Sup
man...?" asked the gang leader as he walked up to the former champion boxer
with a big bright smile. "So how you like it here at our little prison?"

"I hate it!" answered Lex honestly, staring out at the tiny cars crossing a
bridge miles away on the highway. "I don't know how you guys stand it! I've
only been here a day and I'm already going stir crazy!"

"You have to find ways to occupy your time!" suggested Genuwine. "Some guys
take GED classes, some take up a trade in the automotive classes and
workshops the prison provides, and some just go ape wild and fight until
they're thrown in Confinement for weeks at a time!"

"And what do you do?" asked Lex, curiously.

"Me...?" asked Genuwine, honored to be asked. "...I make money by running
the drug Cartel!"

"You do that for profit...! What do you do for fun?" asked Lex.

"I play basketball with my boiz, I listen to music and watch movies on my
DVD and IPOD, and I like to fuck!" answered Genuwine.

"Men?" asked Lex, his face twisting in disgust.

"Well, yeah..., until something better comes along!" answered Gen.

"I saw 3 men fucking the shit out of some dark skin bald head dude in the
shower this morning..." said Lex, looking back out into the distance.

"Oh, that was probably my cellmate, T-Bo!" laughed Genuwine, knowing how
much T-Bo loved getting his ass pounded in the morning.

"That was your cellmate...??" asked Lex, surprised. "Why was he letting
them fuck him like that?"

"Oh..., every since the Block found out he'd been turning ass up to the
Aryans as their fuck-coon, they've been treating him like prison trash and
butt fucking him when and wherever they wanted." answered Genuwine.

"And you don't mind rooming with a guy like that?" asked Lex.

"Naw..., he gives great head!" answered Genuwine, making Lex turn away and
reel.

"I don't see how you bruthas can fuck another brutha and still consider
yourselves straight!" said Lex, wanting to keep hold of his manhood.

"It's a big difference from fucking some guy in the ass, and GETTING fucked
in the ass!" countered Genuwine, making his point of view clear. "I
wouldn't go down and suck another nigga's dick, but if there a brutha
willing to give me some head or some ass while I'm locked up in here for
the next 10 plus..., I'll TAKE it! Shit..., it beats beating your dick for
the next 20 years!"
	Lex said nothing in response to Geunwine's statements, but he had
to agree that 20 years was a long time to go without some lovin' (or in his
case 25 yrs). He continued to look out into the distance, as if in deep
thought and heavy conscious. "If you like..., I could hook you up with one
of my boiz.., I could hook you up with T-Bo personally!"

"The homboi that was taking a train in the showers this morning...?"
questioned Lex. "...naw thanks man!"

"What you want a virgin...?" asked Genuwine curiously, trying to read Lex's
thoughts. "We could break you in one! I'm sure there's more than a few guys
willing to bend over and break their seal for a millionaire boxer like
you!"

"Break their seal...?" asked Lex, having an idea of what that meant.

"Yo..., every hoe starts somewhere!" informed Gen.

"I'm good man..., I love PUSSY!" insisted Lexington, keeping his focus
straight. "You find some willing pussy up in here..., and you got a deal!"

"If I find you some pussy..., would you be willing to join my crew and head
up the new boxing tournament I'm gonna ask the Warden to setup?" asked
Genuwine, hopefully.

"Boxing tournament...?" asked Lex, shaking his head. "Ain't you heard...?
My career's over! The Boxing Federation has banned me from putting on
gloves professionally ever again!" he said, defeated. "Just as well..." he
added, lowering his head before looking back out into the
distance. "...I'll be 55 by the time I get out! What chance would I have at
revising a boxing career at that age anyway?"

"Then fight amateur boxing!" suggested Genuwine. "Some of the prison
systems have amateur boxing tournaments where you don't need a boxing
license..., --what's to keep you from entering one of those? You'd kick
ass, man!"

"Who'd wanna fight a former middle weight champion?" asked Lex, doubtfully.

"You kidding me...??" asked Gen. "Prisons'r fulla idiots with marbles for
brains! All we have to do is set up a purse we know no one'll ever win...,
and the niggas'll be climbing over each other to fight you!" offered
Genuwine, causing Lex to think about it seriously. "So whadda you say...?
You in...?" asked Gen.

"Tell you what..." said Lex. "...you find me some pussy..., some REAL
legitimate pussy to fuck in here on a relatively consistent basis..., and
I'll join your gang...!" stated Lex, honestly believing Genuwine would
never find pussy in an all mens prison.

"Deal!!" smiled Genuwine, shaking the Champ's hand.

Pt-4

	19 year old Morris Jenkins was finally starting to feel a little
confidence living behind bars at one of the state's most notorious prisons.
	Raped from the moment he entered the prison system by a cunning
Muslim whom disguised his evil intentions by posing as a caring friend,
Morris has finally connected with a group of men (the Mandingos) whom
promised to watch his back. Genuwine (the Mandingos' leader) went to Morris
personally to get him to join their prison gang. Morris didn't have to
think twice, even after nearly being raped by one of the gang members who
wanted to see him prove himself before accepting him (last chap).

	Morris kissed his mother and his 18 year old girlfriend (Monique)
goodbye in the Visiting Center before heading back into population. He was
feeling good about himself, having redeemed himself from being Rashad's
butt-boi.
	As he walked down one of the long corridors towards the prison
yard, he was grabbed from behind and physically forced into an unoccupied
side room where he was violently thrown to the floor and kicked and beaten
like an animal.

"You thought you were gonna just up and leave me after all the time and
effort I put into training you...?!" said a familiar voice as Morris turned
to see the Muslim Rashad walking towards him. "You're one crazy mother
fucker if you think I'm gonna let those Mandino assholes have you after I
taught you everything you know about pleasing a man!"
	Morris was drooling blood from his mouth as he looked around at
some of the Muslims that attacked him, --followers of Rashad whom thought
he was the rightful leader after dethroning Muhammad. He cringed when he
noticed the object Rashad was carrying in his hand as he approached
closer. "I'll be dammed in another man's gonna have your ass after I curved
it to the shape of MY dick...!!" yelled Rashad, as he attacked Morris with
a homemade shank.

	Morris tried to defend himself as he fought off Rashad's mad
swings, but he was no match for the other Muslim inmates who helped their
leader by holding his arms and legs to give their boss free reign in which
to stab. After several punches with the knife, Rashad and his brethren left
Morris to die on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

"Get rid of this!" ordered Rashad, wiping his fingerprints off the bloody
knife before heading back to his coven.

Pt-5

CELLBLOCK-D

	21 year old David Rodriguez stood out on the catwalk of his prison
tier, looking out at all the inmates going on about their daily
business. Some were sitting at the tables down on the ground floor playing
cards, dominos, arm wrestling, etc..., while some others lay lounging in
their cells listening to music with their earphones, watching TV, reading
books, or sleeping.
	As a gay man in prison, David's sexual urges wanted to take them
all on, but out of respect for his straight older brothers (Raul & Carlos),
he tried to compose himself and keep his sexual prowess under wraps.

	David watched 24 yr old Marcellus Vasquez sneaking into Carlos'
jail cell. Marcellus has become Carlos' regular bottom boy after being
dumped by Carlos' older brother Raul. Carlos had been taking advantage of
Marcellus' position, using his mouth and/or ass to fuck daily whenever the
mood struck.
	Marcellus still had feelings for Raul, and often longed for him
whenever he saw him in or about the prison. But Raul was happily involved
with David's ex --Alex Sanchez. Raul and Alex roomed together in the same
cell, living as lovers. David couldn't help but feel a little animosity for
their relationship, having had a relationship with Alex before Raul
did. But Alex took up with the older brother after David found a new
religious calling with The Brotherhood. Since the Brotherhood's
disbandment, David had been feeling lost until he hooked up with a couple
of the prison guards who stumbled upon him in the old prison Chapel. David
knew the guards weren't so much interested in his religious beliefs as they
were getting hot blow jobs, but David hoped that the prayers he preformed
before the `exorcisms' would somehow make the guards see the error of their
ways.

	From his vantage point David could see Marcellus putting a bed
sheet up against the bars, closing off the cell for privacy. He knew inside
his brother Carlos would soon be fucking the inmate after getting his dick
sucked for a time. David knew Raul and Alex was out in the prison yard,
playing basketball with some friends.
	He looked down at his watch, then realized 32 yr old prison guard
Nicolas Duncan was coming on shift and waiting to meet him in the prison
Chapel. David casually walked down the tier to the stairwell with a spring
in his step, and a growing in his loins. David tried convincing himself
that the Exorcisms he performed were purely for the guard's soulful
pleasures, but the fact that his own dick was starting to rise in his pants
told him that he was getting some kind of sexual gratification from blowing
the officers. This bothered David as he really believed that the Exorcisms
were spiritual. Getting an erection from performing them only cheapened the
experience and proved what many said about the religion...: that the
Brotherhood was fake, `just faggots getting their jollies from blowing
straight guys'.

	In the prison Chapel, David saw officer Duncan standing guard, a
broad smile crossed his face as soon as he saw the handsome slim
puertorican with the long black cornrows hanging between his shoulder
blades. "Sup man...?" said David, happy to see his new friend. "Ready for
another Exorcism?"

"You bet!" smiled Duncan, instinctively grabbing his bulge. "My girl's on
her period man..., --got CRAMPS or some shit...!" he signed, explaining why
he was standing there with an erection waiting for the inmate to show. "A
good blow job would be kewl..." he added, walking the inmate into the
Chapel, "...but some ASS would be even better!"
	David was surprised to hear the guard requesting some ass, seeing
how he had a well working pussy back at home with his live-in
girlfriend. "I heard officer Darrin talking bout how ass feels just as good
as pussy..., he made it sound just as good if not better! So I decided I
wanna try it too! You okay with that?"

"Do I have a choice...?" asked David, knowing inmates HAD to do what guards
demanded.

"Sure you have a choice...!" said Duncan, "I'm no rapist! If you don't
wanna give up the ass you don't have to!" he added, stopping somewhere deep
inside the Chapel. "But I could really use some good ass!" he insisted.
	David thought about it for all of two seconds...

"Okay." he said, unbuttoning his pants.

"That's what I'm talking bout!" smiled Duncan, ripping at his uniform
pants.
	David fell to his knees before the officer as soon as his dick was
free. He took the hard manhood into his mouth, suckling the sponge soft
head and licking along the hard shaft. Duncan enjoyed the sexual appetizer,
but was seriously looking forward to the main course. He'd fantasized about
fucking ass for years, but his girlfriend would never contend to it. She
said her pussy should be enough to satisfy a REAL man, and that any guy
wanting to fuck a girl in the ass when she had a perfectly fine working
pussy was just a gay man in disguise. That thinking kept Duncan from
bringing up the subject with her ever again, but he still jacked off to
anal scenes in the straight porn videos he rented.

	David sucked back and forth on Duncan's dick, enjoying the soapy
smell emitting from his crotch whenever his nose pressed into his
fly. There was no doubt in Duncan's mind that David liked dick, he admitted
his was gay upon meeting (chap-55, pt-7), and was now happily sucking his
dick without performing the annoying task of the Brotherhood's Exorcism
Prayer.
	David bobbed his mouth faster, sinking all 8 inches of rock hard
solid black guard dick into his throat with each plunge. Resting his hands
on the officer's legs, he balanced himself while squatting on the balls of
his feet, his handsome face swaying back and forth as he took more and more
dick into his throat.

	Duncan watched with excitement as his dick was swallowed up with
ease. The handsome Rican groaned erotically from his throat, causing the
dick to vibrate within the tight confides of his neck. Spit lubed the
lengthy black tool as David's soft pink lips glided back and forth. Duncan
could feel his dick starting to throb in David's hot heated mouth as he
tired to hold himself back from cumming too soon.
	Sensing Duncan's dilemma, David pulled his mouth reluctantly from
the officer's piece, then stood up and placed his hands against the back
wall, --assuming the position. Duncan grinned broadly as David's prison
pants fell to his ankles, exposing his small but beautifully tan colored
ass. He walked around behind the inmate, fisting his own wet dick as he
stood directly behind him.

"You've got a real pretty ass..." moaned Duncan lustfully, running his
curious hand along the smooth ass cheeks.
	David looked back over his shoulder at the officer, smiling sweetly
as he prepared to be fucked. "You take a lot of dick in prison?" asked
Duncan curiously, wondering if he should wear a condom?

"No..." answered David, thinking back to all the dicks he'd taken in the
past year. "...I had a steady boyfriend before I became a Cult member!"

"Good..." sighed Duncan, bending to get a better look at the cute fine ass
before him. "...I didn't bring any rubbers with me this time..." he
finished, taking a break from jacking to peel the cheeks apart, staring in
at the tiny pink hairless pucker staring back at him. "Damn..." he groaned
lustfully, liking what he saw. Acting on instinct, he leaned forward and
licked the quivering hole with his extended tongue.

"ohh mannn..." groaned David, pressing his forehead against the wall for
support. Growing weak in the knees, he pushed his ass back at the straight
man kneeling behind him. Duncan licked the sweet looking boy-hole, then
pulled back to look at his handy work. The tiny pucker now glistened with
the shine of his spit. His dick jumped in his lap as he leaned in and
licked again. "ohhh fuck..." whispered David, arching his back like a
bow. Duncan buried his face in male puertorican ass as he began to suck
wildly on the hole. David gasped in surprise as his asshole was eaten
alive. His own dick was brick hard, already starting to leak pre-cum as it
throbbed in his groin.
	After only a few minutes of anal eating, Duncan stood up and
pressed his dick head up against the spit slick bunghole. David held his
breath as he pushed back on it, causing the head to sink through his soft
anus lips.

"Shit...!" gasped Duncan, pushing more of himself inside. He pressed
himself up against David's back as his entire dick sank into the anal
sheath. He never felt anything so hot and tight wrapped around his dick
before, no woman's pussy even squeezed his manhood like David's asshole
did.
	Unable to hold back, he began pulling and pushing his hips back and
forth. His dick slipped in and out of the tight boy ass as David lay
against the wall accepting the anal punishment. Duncan became beside
himself with lust as he started to fuck harder, ramming his dick through
the Rican boy's tight buns.

"Damn this shit is good...!" he exclaimed, grabbing hold of David's hips as
he banged hard into his ass. "I can't believe I'm fucking another guy...!
This shit is weird!"

"You like it?" asked David, looking back over his shoulder, panting
breathlessly. "Is it tight enough for you?"

"Oh fuck, man...!" groaned Duncan, hammering his hips into David's
ass. David pushed his ass back for harder fucking, flexing his talented
hole around the plunging dick as it bore straight through him.
	Duncan ran his hands curiously up David's smooth tan body, reveling
in how soft and silky his skin felt. He used the inmate's flat taut stomach
to pull his body back into him as he fucked, snuggling his face into the
back of David's neck. David felt Duncan's breath on his neck, the scratchy
bristles of his unshaved chin and cheeks were like sand paper to his soft
skin. He loved giving himself up to a total man, letting them use his body
as a fitting substitute for the failures of their women back home. Officer
Nick Duncan was certainly enjoying his body, if his hard dick and
enthusiastic thrusting was any indication.

"uhh...!" moaned David, loving the way the dick felt in his ass. He and
Duncan set a good rhythm, both complimenting the other as they both humped
back and forth into each other in opposite directions. Duncan's hands
slipped up under David's shirt, his manly fingers reaching for a soft saggy
pair of breasts when he suddenly remembered he was fucking a man.

"Shit...!" he grunted, forgetting for a minute as he toyed with David's
tiny erect nipples. David reacted by flexing his asshole tighter,
rhythmically massaging Duncan's dick until Duncan shoved his hips forward,
burying his entire shaft as he started to cum. "Fuck!!" he yelled, losing
his hot load to the inmate's ass.
	David quickly reached down and began stroking his own hardon. He
could feel officer Duncan's strong hands gripping his body tighter as he
came, his rock hard bloated dick pulsating inside him as his balls emptied
their entire contents inside his steamy ass guts. It didn't take David long
before he was shooting his own thick heavy load all over the Chapel wall.

"UHH! UHH! UHH! UHH! OHH! Shit...!" he gasped, shooting 6 streaks against
the wall.
	Duncan kept his dick buried until he finished cumming, when he was
done he pulled himself away and began tucking himself back into uniform.

"Was it good...?" asked David curiously, reaching down to retrieve his
pants.

"Yeah. Look..., this stays between you and me, right? NOBODY else knows
about this but us, right!?!" assured Duncan, feeling guilty after cumming
inside another man.

"Of course!" promised David, no novice to keeping straight men's
secrets. He watched officer Duncan's whole demeanor change as he
straightened up his uniform and waited for David to finish dressing. "Did I
do something wrong...?" asked the young inmate, taking note of Duncan's
coldness.

"Naw..., I just got to get back to work!" insisted Duncan, leading David
back out towards the Chapel exit.

"Will we get together again...?" asked David, skeptically.

"Definitely!" said Duncan, unsure if he could handle the guilt.
	The two men went their separate ways after leaving the Chapel.


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