Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2007 02:56:52 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-15

	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/15
AFTER THOUGHTS


Pt-1
Piedmont Penitentiary...

	Officer Malik Jones nervously sat outside Warden Dennis Ellis'
office. He knew officer Peachtree was inside, telling Ellis what he saw the
night before. Malik felt like a complete ass, putting his whole career in
jeopardy for some dick (last chap).
	He didn't understand what was wrong with him. He had a good job as
a Philadelphia police officer, even had a good relationship with his
captain and lover David L. McConnell (chap-8), but he gave it all up to
work as a correctional officer just to be closer to an inmate. Was he
sexually obsessed? Should he seek professional help?

"Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention, Peachtree. I won't
forget this heads-up." said the Warden, standing in his doorway as he shook
hands with the uniformed prison guard.

"Anytime, sir." said Peachtree, turning around. He spotted Malik sitting in
the waiting room, waiting for his turn to see Ellis. Their eyes meet for a
second. Peachtree smirked, then exited the officer without a word.

"Jones..., come into my officer please!" ordered Ellis. Malik felt his
heart in his throat as he slowly got up from his seat, and walked to his
doom. "Close the door." said Ellis, sitting behind his desk. "Have a seat."
Malik did as told, taking a seat directly in front of the Warden. Ellis
seemed to be busy writing something down in his files. He ignored Malik for
several minutes, before closing the file and giving Malik his full
attention. "Malik, is it? I hear that you have been exercising some
extracurricular activities with the inmates during working hours after
`lights out'. Is this true?"

"uh..., sir? I, uh.., yes." answered Malik, nervously.

"I've been going over your files, officer. Seems you were a cop in
Precinct-23 for a number of years before up and quitting for some strange
reason." Malik shifted in his seat. "You were scheduled for some psychic
therapy by your commanding officer, -Captain McConnell, after witnessing a
teen suicide during an undercover case."

"Sir..., may I ask where'd you get that file?" asked Malik, knowing his
police records were supposed to be confidential.

"Did you do the therapy?" asked Ellis, ignoring Malik's question.

"No sir, I didn't."

"Why not? You're commanding officer thought it was necessary to schedule
one. Did you disobey his order?"

"It was my understanding that it was a recommendation, not an order, sir."
said Malik.

"Semantics." said Ellis, disregarding Malik's opinion. "Why did you quit
the force?"

"Sir? To become a correctional officer, sir!" said Malik.

"So it wasn't because you were unable to fulfill your job obligations?"
asked Ellis.

"Not at all, sir!" answered Malik.

"What was your relationship with your Captain?"

"Sir?"

"McConnell! How did you and Captain McConnell get along?"

"Sir..., what does my relationship with McConnell have to do with anyth..."

"Answer the question, officer!" insisted Ellis.

"uh..., he was my boss, sir. We had a good working relationship."

"So you didn't quit because of him?"

"No, sir. I didn't." said Malik.

"Explain to me why officer Peachtree caught you alone in sexual altercation
with 2 inmates?" asked Ellis, sitting back in his seat. Malik gulped. He
knew the question was coming, but he never could think up a reasonable
response. "I'm listening..." added Ellis, impatiently.

"I, uh..., I never thought..., I didn't mean to, uh..., -I don't know sir."
said Malik finally, lowering his head shamefully.

"So it's true?" asked Ellis, getting up from his seat to pace his officer.

"Yes, sir." answered Malik, meekly.

"Are you gay, officer Malik?"

"No, sir." answered Malik, instinctively. "I mean..., I don't know, sir."
he corrected.

"Have you engaged in sexual activity with men outside the prison system?"
questioned Ellis.

"Yes, sir." said Malik, his head hung low. He knew it wasn't looking good
for him. Maybe he could get a job as a busboy, or a movie ticket taker?

"Do you have a girlfriend?" asked Ellis, somewhere out of sight.

"No, sir."

"Are you currently looking for one?"

"No, sir."

"Do you like fucking with men, Malik?"
	Malik hesitated...

"Yes, sir." he answered truthfully, reluctantly.

"Should you stay a correctional officer, would you continue to have sex
with inmates?" asked Ellis.

"No, sir." answered Malik, thinking of Marvin and feeling sadder.

"I see." said Ellis. "What do you think I should do with you, officer
Malik?" he asked.

"I..., I dunno, sir." answered the officer, thinking firing.

"How about, -this?" asked Ellis, standing next to Malik. Malik lifted his
head to see Ellis' thick 8 inch heavily hooded hardon staring him directly
in the face. Malik looked up at the Warden questionably. "How bout showing
me what you can do, officer..., give me a taste of what you gave those
inmates!"
	Malik looked back down at the 52 year old Warden's dick, and licked
his lips. Ellis watched from above as Malik opened his mouth, and took his
bloated dick into his mouth. Ellis didn't expect much from Malik for some
reason, he got the impression that Malik had some deep rooted issues that
needed addressing. He seemed withdrawn, shy, unimpressive, and meek. None
of the traits Ellis looked for in a corrections officer. He wondered how
Malik flew in under his radar? He never would hire an ex-cop with such a
questionable psyche record. He figured he'd let the faggot officer suck his
dick once real good before suspending him, pending termination due to
investigation. But Ellis' mind changed when Malik surprised him, turning
into an anaconda as he swallowed the Warden's entire 8 inch python.

"ummm..?" he moaned surprisingly, leaning back against his desk.
	Malik followed him, bobbing his head back and forth as he sucked
and swallowed the Warden's dick again and again. Ellis allowed his pants to
his the floor around his ankles as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his
top button. Malik was on his knees, out of uniform and in his street
clothes. He'd finished his shift a couple of hours ago, but was called back
in from him into the Warden's office for a meeting. He knew instantly
why. Peachtree made no bones about reporting the incident to the superior
in the morning, despite Malik's pleas differently. Malik was willing to do
anything to keep Peachtree from squealing, evening offering up sexual
gratification to keep him quiet. But unfortunately Peachtree wasn't
interested. He turned down Malik's offer to let him fuck him, for the
option of telling the Warden everything. Malik went home that morning after
his shift ended, hoping to have heard the end of it.

"Seems you've been practicing for awhile now, -officer Malik..." said
Ellis, pleasantly surprised by the officer's expertise. "...I think we can
lie to rest the question of your sexuality! Don't you think?"
	Malik said nothing, for Ellis' dick was lodged deep within his
stuffed throat. "I'm sure Captain McConnell will be pissed that he let a
tiny morsel like you slip through his fingers untouched! I'll have to be
sure to thank him personally for sending you my way! We are old friends,
you know? Partners on the force from many years ago!"

	Malik was shocked to learn of McConnell's and Ellis' connection, he
recalled no mention of Ellis from the Captain when they lived
together. There were pictured of McConnell and his old former cruiser
partner Bruce Gardner back when they were young and in uniform, but nothing
of Ellis, or at least none that Malik noticed. With all the pictures
McConnell had lying around of friends and family, Malik was sure he could
have simply over looked it somehow. Especially seeing how he hadn't yet met
the Warden then.
	Malik pulled back with his head, pulling Ellis' dick from the
throat as he bunched back his foreskin down around the base of his dick
while sucking heatedly on the fat bulbous head. Ellis moaned softly, loving
the attention. He'd just lost his regular cocksucker (Rocky Peterson) to
parole, and was in the midst of finding a replacement. Ellis loved what
Malik had to offer, but couldn't see taking him off staff for round the
clock blow jobs. It was easier to use the inmates, they had all day to kill
with nothing better to do, and they worked for free. Malik was unaware of
Ellis' dick sucking dilemma. He continued to bob and weave as he labored
over the big dick, taking it deep with every stroke of his mouth.

	Ellis (usually long winded) felt himself quickly approaching
climax. He liked officer Malik's technique, the way he hungrily ate his
dick as if starving for protein. He had no doubt that the officer would eat
every drop of his seed when he fed it to him. Dick suckers like Malik
didn't do it merely for fun, their bellies actually craved the resin from
semen. They actually become quite disappointed if the semen is denied, or
wasted somehow. Malik struck Ellis as such a person, needing the cum to
sustain his hunger. Luckily for Malik, Ellis's bloated balls held massive
levels of the rich stuff, enabling him to feast for days on the run-off.
	Malik could actually taste the pre-cum from his boss's dick. He
suckled tenderly at the head, before plunging down on the shaft for some
deep throat methods. He bobbed his head back and forth in quick succession,
feeling the glands thicken and throb. Malik picked up the pace, sensing
Ellis was close to blowing his top. Sure enough after a few minutes, he
felt the mini explosion in his mouth as Ellis' dick blew up and erupted a
flood of juices into Malik's mouth. Malik felt his mouth fill completely,
the slick milky texture of Ellis' semen was pleasant to his taste-buds. He
drank the cum as quickly as he could, breathing hard as he gulped down air
between swallows. He polished off the head, cleaning away all evidence of
DNA. When he was done climaxing, Ellis removed his dick, and tucked it back
into his pants.

"Good work, officer." he complimented, plainly.

"Thanks, sir." said Malik, getting up off his knees.

"You're dismissed." said Ellis, fixing his tie and collar. "Report to work
tomorrow as usual."

"Thank you, sir!" said Malik, more excited and grateful. He jumped up from
his seat and headed for the door before Ellis could change his mind. He
left the office with the strong smell and taste of Ellis on his mouth and
breath. He passed the secretary sitting behind her desk. She looked up at
him and smiled as Malik waved good-bye. Outside the prison, Malik made his
way to his car in the parking area. He felt elated to still have a job to
come to. He seriously thought Ellis was going to fire him in disgrace. He
breathed easier now, vowing to keep a lower profile and to stop fucking
around with inmates, when he heard a car horn honk. Malik turned around to
see officer Peachtree driving up to him slowly, a wide shit eating grin
plastered across his smug looking face.

"So you finished your meeting with Ellis, eh?" asked Peachtree, stopping
next to Malik.

"That's right..., and I'm pleased to tell you that he didn't fire me! I
STILL have my job despite your snitching!" said Malik, boldly.

"Fire you?" said Peachtree, surprised. "I never intended Ellis to fire you!
I told him because I know he enjoys pussy-boy dick suckers like you! As do
I!" Malik was surprised by Peachtree's statement, but was absolutely
shocked when he leaned into his car window and noticed Peachtree fisting
his exposed hardon...


Pt-2
	The breakfast lines at the prison cafeteria wasn't quite as long as
the lunch an dinner lines, as the food wasn't as good, and many of the
inmates liked to sleep in late. But the while a lot of inmates opted to
skip breakfast, many of them went, standing in long lines for a shot at
some cold eggs, hard beacon, overcooked breakfast patty, doughy pancakes,
and stale biscuits.
	Prison inmate Chris Ford (better known as Genuwine) stood in line,
eagerly waiting to fill his empty belly. While reaching for a food tray,
someone brushed up behind him. He felt a sharp stab in his back rib, and
fell to the floor in convulsions. Friends of Genuine rushed to his aid as
he lay there bleeding.

"Who did this? Who stabbed him?!" asked his buddy Wyome, looking around at
all the men in line. No one knew anything, as the line kept moving without
a pause. Guards rushed in, taking Genuwine to the infirmary where he will
be taken to an area hospital and patched up through surgery.


Pt-3 "Any word from Malik?" asked Duke, lifting weights in the prison's
weights room.

"Nothing yet." said Marvin, feeling somewhat bad about getting Malik caught
this morning. He'd been fucking the officer for quite awhile now, and
actually found himself worried about his future here at the prison.

"That sure as hell was some good ass guard pussy, last night man! Well
worth the trouble we might get into with the Warden!" smiled Duke, still
reeling at how good his dick was worked over. "I'm gonna have to register
that boi's pussy in the Special Olympics! That's definitely a gold medal
performance!"

"Didn't I tell you I had the hook-up?" asked Marvin, pretending not to be
too concerned with the officer's outcome.

"Yeah..., I just wanna know why it took you so long to share it! We
supposed to be boiz, here! Like fucking brothers! We don't hold out on a
good thing like that!" said Duke, feeling some type of way about possibly
only having one shot at fucking Malik.

"He swore me to secrecy, man..." reasoned Marvin. "...and you felt how good
the pussy was..., I didn't wanna chance losing it."

"I understand!" laughed Duke. "If that was my bitch, I'd probably be
reluctant to share it too!"

"Yeah..., guess its back to fucking my cellmate!" sighed Marvin, going from
Don Pigeon, to baked chicken.


Pt-4
	The `Roorboiz' cell block. Prison inmates Alex Sanchez and his new
cellmate Phi Bui sat in their cell on their prospective beds when Raul
Rodriguez wanders his way down into cell. Alex was lying back on his bunk
with his headphones on, listening to his favorite spanish artist when he
saw Raul enter. Phi Bui was merely resting on his back with his hands
tucked behind his head in heavy thought.

"Beat it." said Raul, looking at Phi Bui. "Can I have a minute with my
brother in-law?"
	Phi hesitated for a moment, then thought better about rocking the
boat so soon after arriving. He got up silently from his bed, and walked
out of the cell without saying a word.

"Wussup..?" asked Alex, sitting up in bed as he removed his headphones.

"Sup?" said Raul, slapping hands in gang flava as a show or solidarity. He
hiked his loose fitting prison pants up around his trim waist, then took a
seat next to his so-called brother in-law on the bed. "How's the nose?" he
asked, showing concern.

"Better. Barely hurts now. Thanks." said Alex, surprised that Raul even
cared.

"No problem, man..., we're practically family!" said Raul, slapping Alex's
thigh. "I think its fucked up what my brother did..., cheating on you like
some nasty bitch! I told him he was wrong, you'd been treating him real
good. I appreciate that."

"Oh..., thank, Ra'..., I uh..., care for David..."" stumbled Alex, not know
really what to say. He didn't want to appear too fruity to Raul, incase it
turned him off and made him angry.

"I know man, I could tell by the way you fucked him." said Raul, out of
left field. I"Ve seen you a few times..., you not too rough on him. You
take your time, make it last awhile..., you make it look good."

"I do?" asked Alex, speechless.

"Yeah. The way your ass moves up and down while you're fucking..."
continued Raul, thinking out loud. "...makes me think about joining in, you
know?" he smirked. Alex chuckled nervously, not knowing if he was serious
or not. "I took care of that asshole Genuwine for you." he added, replacing
his hand on Alex's thigh.

"Genuwine?" asked Alex, more concerned about Raul's hand than the name he
mentioned.

"The black bastard that fucked David!" reminded Raul. "I stabbed his ass in
the breakfast line this morning! He won't be fucking nobody again for
awhile!"

"uh..., thanks." said Alex, feeling obligated to say thank you. "Was that
really necessary? I mean..., Genuwine didn't rape David, -David gave it up
to him willingly."

"That's not the point." responded Raul, seriously. "I saw what David's
actions did to you! I know how you felt when he said he cheated, and I took
care of it, -for YOU!" he emphases, squeezing Alex's thigh hard.
	Alex didn't know what to say. He knew Raul thought he was doing him
a favor somehow, but he wasn't sure why. Raul sat staring into his eyes for
a moment, his rough tough exterior suddenly soft and calm. This wasn't a
side Alex was used to seeing from him. "Consider it a gift, -from me, to
you!" he added, reached up to pinch Alex's chin. Again his touch was
gentle, more flirtatious than anything else. Alex was confused as Raul got
up from his seat and adjusted his crotch before walking towards the cell
door. "I'm not sure if you're gonna decide to keep seeing David not not...,
but if you want to break our deal and stop seeing him, I'd understand." he
said, before leaving.
	Alex sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what that meant?


Pt-5
	Muslims have prayer several times a day to cleanse the soul,
meditate, and pray for forgiveness power and strength in becoming closer to
Ali. It's after one such prayer that Muhammad confronts fellow Muslim Amahd
for a personal talk.

"What's up my brother?" he asks, taking Amahd to the side. "I've been
meaning to speak to you about a matter that has come to my attention..."

"What is that, Muhammad?" asked Amahd.

"I understand that you have been seen in the company of one of Duke
Daniels' she-males for rent?" said Muhammad, bluntly. "Do I have to tell
you how bad that makes us look to the other inmates? What are we to say to
the bruthas we preach the faith to? When we advise them to refrain from
fornication and homosexuality? To turn from their lustful desires and turn
to the Quran for mental and spiritual guidance? How can we expect them to
trust in the faith if we don't lead by example? Give up this male-whore you
seek for a fast fix, Amahd. Strengthen your spiritual bonds, not your
loins!"

"How bout you practice what you preach?" asked Amahd, causing Muhammad's
blood to run cold.

"What do you mean?" he asked, wondering what he knew.

"I know about what you and brother Abdul do at night in your cell while the
lights are out after everyone's gone to sleep, Muhammad! You're a
hypocrite! You walk around here like you're the anointed one, passing false
judgment on others when you have no right and no power! Who died and made
YOU the morale police? Who gave you the right to go around telling others
what they do wrong, while your own house lay in shambles? If you want to
lead by example, Muhammad..., I suggest you clean up your own act!" said
Amahd, leaving Muhammad stunned.


Pt-6
	Once word gets around about Genuwine's stabbing, tensions start to
mount. Members of the black community in prison believe it was the Aryans
who stabbed one of their own, due to what happened to Tempest Williams and
T-Bo. The Aryans claim to know nothing of Genuwine's stabbing, but Mandingo
members didn't believe it. They demanded the Aryans expose the guilty
party, or things could get out of hand. Sarge and other members of the
Aryans didn't appreciate being threatened for something they had nothing to
do with, but Snake convinced his fellow hate mongers that this was the
perfect opportunity to get rid of Bruce Gardner and his friends. In a
secret meeting with members of the Mandingos, the Aryans confessed that it
was Gardner and his cop friends who stabbed Genuwine, in retaliation to
what the blacks did to his son Christopher. The Mandingos believed it hook
line and sinker, as they were sure Gardner had issues about how his
"punk-ass" son was being physically used and abused in the all black block.
	All was left was to set them up for physical sabotage.

"Something's wrong here..." said Bruce Gardner, after walking through the
block and getting a bad vibe. "You two hear anything?" he asked, talking to
his cellmates Alan Cooper and Donald Blake, lying on a bunk bed playing
cards to pass the time.

"No. Nothing." they said, clueless. Gardner stood in the door of their
cell, looking around like a weather forecaster in the calm before a major
storm.

"Something's not right. I'm getting a bad vibe. People are looking at us
slyly..., not saying anything..."

"They never say anything!" said Blake.

"They always look at us sly! We're ex-cops!" reminded Copper.

"No..., this is different." said Gardner, staking his career on it.
	Just then, one of Sarge's men walked up with a massage.

"Sarge wants to see you guys, pronto!" he relays, before turning around and
walking away. Gardner turns around and looks at his partners and
says... -this is it!
	Out on the main floor, Sarge sits at his usual table with his
`first guardsmen'; Hammer, Snake, Luke (and lesser known but no less
important members), Ace, Rally, and Cody. While Sarge and his `fab-four'
play cards, the others usually stand by keeping lookout for any unexpected
trouble. Gardner, Cooper, and Blake walks up to the group, feeling all eyes
on them as the block goes into an eerie still.

"You called?" asked Gardner.

"I know you and your men have been trying to find yourselves a notch in our
group..." said Sarge, never looking up from his hand. "And I know we
haven't been exactly trusting when it came to believing your sincerity. But
I've figured out away you all could prove your loyalty to the Aryans, and
solidify your places in the brotherhood!"

"And how's that?" asked Gardner, curious to see what the old man cooked up.

"I want you to kill that nigger spook T-Bo!" ordered Sarge.

"Kill T-Bo?" repeated Blake.

"Not your nigger butt plug?" snicker Gardner. "Was he a bad lay?"

"He's spreading rumors..., he told the niggers that your son Chris was the
one that beat and raped him! HE's the one that got Chris taken by the
spooks, -had your fine upstanding son turned into a nigger cum dispenser!
Don't you want revenge on the man that set your son up?" asked Sarge,
finally looking up from his cards.

"Oh, definitely!" responded Gardner, staring directly into Sarge's eyes.

"Then I take it this is a task you're looking forward to taking on?" asked
Sarge.

"Oh, most definitely!" said Gardner.

"He's been keeping a low profile since getting out of the infirmary..., but
word has it he'll be expecting a package in the rec room just before lights
out in a couple of days."

"How do you know this?" asked Cooper.

"Cause WE set up the package." said Sarge.

"Why do you need us to kill T-Bo?" asked Gardner. "After the masterful job
you guys did at nailing Tempest, it's a wonder you didn't get snatched up
to head the CIA!"

"Tempest should have been easy..." said Sarge, looking around angrily at
his men. "...incompetence will not be forgotten, and good works will be
rewarded!"

"Whose idea was it to kill Tempest?" asked Gardner.

"Mine, or course! All ideas go through the commander!" said Sarge, taking
charge. "But tonight you'll become one of us..., provided you complete your
task! Are you up to it?"


Pt-7
	Malik Jones pulls up in front of the apartment he shares with his
roommate Manny Michaels. Malik was still ecstatic about keeping his job
after such an obvious blunder early this morning. He laughs to himself
about the exchange with Peachtree in the parking lot. While shocked to see
Peachtree expose himself to him, Malik wasn't surprised. Listening to the
man talk in the locker room during shift change for the past few months had
left Malik wondering if the older man messed around. The promise of
something yet to come from Peachtree had Malik a little excited with
anticipation. Having had one of the best fucks of his young life last
night, toppled with giving head to the Warden in his office, had Malik
primed by the time he finished climbing the stairs to his apartment
building. Inside he saw his roommate Manny Michaels sitting in his favorite
recliner, watching television while wearing his boxers, white beater, and
bathrobe.

"What's up?" said Malik, surprised to see his roommate home. "No work
today?"

"Called out sick." said Michaels, sniffling and drinking beer and cough
syrup.

"I see." said Malik, locking the door.

"You're home late." said Michaels, changing the television stations from
one morning court show to another.

"Had a meeting..." said Malik, walking directly over to Michaels, and
getting onto his knees between his legs.

"uh..., I'm SICK, remember?" said Michaels, looking down at Malik as he
reached into his boxers and pulled out his soft dick.
	Malik ignored his protest, and took Michaels' dick into his
mouth. Despite Michaels ailment and protest, his dick starts to harden
nonetheless. "So you just gonna take my dick whenever you want, eh? This
YOUR dick now, huh?" smirked Michaels.

	Malik said nothing as he slowly bobbed his head. He knew what Manny
Michaels liked. Manny was a slave to his dick, his penis ruled his life as
if it had a brain of its own. He allowed it to pick his girlfriends, to
pick the places, clubs and bars he frequent to find more pussy. He had
absolutely no control of his penis, it's even caused him to become
bisexual, making him fuck his roommate (Malik) for the mere availability of
ass.
	Malik knew Manny was just as much a slave to his desires as HE
was. Manny's dick thickened and grew between his lips, and down his throat
as he sucked and swallowed it to its full 11 inch mass. Manny merely sat
back and allowed for the caress of his manhood, never one to turn down an
invitation to a blow job. He figured all he would have to do was sit back,
allow himself to be blown, and shoot a big load down his roommate's
talented throat, -but he was wrong.

	Malik had his face nestled down in Manny's crotch, his throat
massaging his dick with silky caresses meant to milk of all its rich
delicious creaminess. But before Manny could really relax and enjoy the
blow job he was sure to love, Malik pulled off, leaving his dick dripping
slick with saliva. "What's wrong?" asked Michaels, suddenly interested in
sex. "You get me all hot and bothered, and then just stop before your
finished?" he said, somewhat pissed. But then he noticed Malik starting to
shed his clothes, taking off layer by layer until he was totally
naked. "What now?" asked Michaels, looking up into Malik's face.
	Malik climbed up into the recliner in Michaels lap. Michaels
watched as Malik positioned his ass over his dick, then lowered himself
slowly. Manny looked up at him, smiling to himself as Malik took what he
wanted from him, -his pride and joy, his dick. "So..., you finally broke
down?" asked Michaels. "You finally ready to admit you like dick?"

	Malik sighed as Manny's dick penetrated his ass, then sank inside
him like a well buttered knife. Malik ground his ass cheeks down in his
lap, churning the massive meat around in his gut. Manny couldn't help
groaning himself, his livelihood connected directly to his dick. Sitting
face to face, Malik slowly started to bounce on it, sliding his asshole all
up and down on its full length. "Damn nigga..., you ain't gonna say nothing
to me? You just gonna come in here and take my shit, rather I want to fuck
or not?"
	Malik grabbed the back of the recliner, moving faster on the stiff
tool as he worked his anal muscles to make it brick hard. After months of
Manny staking his ass, he felt it was only right that he turned the tables
on him. The events of last night still fresh in his mind, as he recalled
the hot sex scene between he, Marvin Rollins, and Duke Daniels.

	Manny watched as Malik took totally control of the fuck, slapping
his ass down into his lap, making loud smacking noises as his asshole
swallowed up every inch, every ounce of his dick. Malik was like a man
possessed, fucking himself on a magic stick. Manny felt as if he weren't
even in the room, as if Malik were just merely using his dick. He couldn't
help but feel slightly slighted, but still couldn't deny the awesome
feeling happening to his manhood.
	Malik's own dick was hard. He reached down and began to stroke it,
feeling it pulse in his hand while he rode his roommate. In the middle of
fucking he spun himself around, turning his back to Michaels without
dislodging himself from his dick. When he was done turning, he leaned his
back into Michaels' chest, and resumed fucking himself on his dick. Manny
sat in stunned shock as Malik pounded his own ass up and down his dick
length while masturbating himself. Malik closed his eyes, focusing his
thoughts on Marvin Rollins. He tightened his anal muscles, squeezing his
ass around Manny's meat while he bounced at a fast pace. Manny felt his
dick starting to thicken and throb despite his emotions. His eyes rolled up
into his head as his toes curled in his slippers. He clinched the arms of
his recliner as his balls tightened, and his dick exploded 6 hefty spurts
of thick cum into Malik's bowels. A few seconds later, Malik's own dick
erupted hot cum lava all over his own pecs and stomach, drenching himself
in a shower of his own juices.

	Both men breathed hard as they slowly came down off their highs.
Malik was the first to recover as Manny's dick died in his anus. He stood
up, causing the penis to "pop" from his ass, and started to make his way
towards the bathroom to shower. "So that's it? Its like that? You just come
in, fuck me then leave without saying a word of thanks?" asked Michaels,
feeling like a cheap trick for the first time in his life. Malik stopped in
the bathroom doorway, semen streaking down his small muscular torso...

"Thanks." he simply said. "I'll be looking for my own apartment in the
morning!" he added, closing the door behind him.


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