Date: Thu, 24 May 2007 15:44:43 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-22

	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/22
UNTRUE CONFESSIONS

Pt-1

	Shift Change.
	Malik Jones rushes into the guard's locker room (late) to change
into his prison guard uniform. All the other guards have already dispersed
to their assigned stations, or had gone home when Malik finally pulled into
the employee parking lot. After his earlier antics (in chap-14 "Date Nite",
where Malik was discovered having sex with two male inmates), Malik didn't
want to do anything to cause the Warden to notice him again; and being late
was sure to get him that unwanted attention.
	But as Malik started to pull on his guard's uniform, he started to
hear low grunts and groans coming from the shower area of the locker
room. The sounds were unmistakable, as Malik crept closer towards the
showers as quietly as he could. He peered around the wall, looking into the
shower area to find 49 yr old prison guard Reggie Reinhold, butt fucking
another prison guard; 22 yr old Andrew Roberts up against the shower wall.

	Malik was shocked to see the 22 yr old in such a position. He knew
"the kid" was kind of green and naive, and was probably seduced by the
always horny Reinhold whom obviously took advantage of the youngster's
simplicity.
	Malik couldn't take his eyes off the kid's perfectly sculptured
body as he leaned forward under the spray of hot water, Reinhold standing
behind him with his strong arms wrapped securely about his slim waist,
fucking his thick 9 inch wand in the boy's stricken ass. Roberts wasn't
used to the abuse his asshole was experiencing, and grunted painfully after
every thrust. Reinhold leaned in, kissing Roberts passionately about his
neck and shoulders while he fucked him, digging his dick deeper into the
kid's inexperienced hole. Malik felt his dick starting to stiffen as he
watched.

"Pretty hot, eh?" asked Peachtree, catching Malik by surprise. Malik spun
around, startled.

"Where the fuck you come from?" asked Malik, holding his pounding chest. He
looked down to see Peachtree half dressed in his underwear, stroking his
fully aroused hardon.

"Just breaking the kid in!" smiled Peachtree, looking into the shower
room. "Told him it was an initiation stint we all had to go through! And he
fell for it! ah..., to be young again!"

"So you think you're pretty smart, eh? Out slicking a naive 22 yr old who's
eager to fit in and learn from you?" asked Malik, sarcastically.

"Hey..., he's a hot fuck!" defended Peachtree. "Granted probably not as hot
as you..., did I tell you how HOT it was catching you sandwiched between
those two inmates?"

"I wasn't sandwiched between anyone!" snarled Malik, distastefully.

"Well..., it was clear that they BOTH had a good time with you! And from
the looks of those two big hulking convicts with their gigantic hardons, I
doubt either of them were on their backs taking your dick up their asses!"
countered Peachtree.

"Jealous?" asked Malik, knowing full well he was.

"I've got Roberts on the end of my dick now!" sniped Peachtree.

"We'll see how long that lasts once he finds out you tricked him into
giving up his ass for nothing!" warned Malik.

"You know, you could be a stuck up little BITCH sometimes!" shouted
Peachtree, angrily. "You NEED to start working as a team player around
here! We're all we got in here! Ain't nobody watching our backs in here but
us!"

"Are you threatening me?" asked Malik, upfront.

"I'm warning you!" clarified Peachtree. "If you want us to continue
watching your back, you'd better start watching ours!"
	Malik and Peachtree locked angry eyes for a few seconds, before
Malik decided to move on and get dressed. As he walked back towards the
locker room and his open locker, Reinhold and Roberts came in out of the
shower.

"What's all the yelling?" asked Reinhold, his half hard dick flopping
around exposed. Roberts walked up and stood next to him curiously, watching
Malik turn the corner leading back into the lockers.

"It's nothing..." lied Peachtree, not wanting to discuss it in front of the
kid. "So..." he cheered up, looking at Roberts as his demeanor changed from
angry to excited. "...how you liking your initiation so far?"

"My ass is killing me...!" complained Roberts, rubbing his bare butt
cheeks.

"Well..., you'll get used to it sooner or later!" insisted Peachtree,
leading Roberts back into the shower.


Pt-2
	Malik couldn't get the image of Andrew Roberts (getting butt fucked
by his co-worker) out of his mind. When he first met Roberts, he thought he
was a dumb kid for wanting to get into the Philadelphia Police
Department. Malik used to be an undercover officer with Precinct-23 (the
series is in the Jan-1st section of the gay/authoritarian category), and
thought the boy had to be insane to want to be an officer. Malik saw more
corruption and betrayal by the men supposedly sworn to protect the city,
than with most criminals on the streets. But after seeing how Roberts was
duped into performing sexually with Peachtree and Reinhold, he couldn't
help feeling sorry for him.
	All Roberts wanted was to fit in where he belonged. Malik thought
it was horrible of the two older guards to take advantage of him in such a
manner, which caused Malik to think back to his own rape/seduction when he
first met and was butt fucked against his will by a brutal drug dealer
named Marvin Rollins (back in Precinct-23 #1 & 4). Malik found it hard to
believe that such a brutal experience had awakened something so raw and
primal inside of him that he didn't know existed.

	Malik had always liked women, but never truly felt 100% comfortable
with them. He always felt like an actor on display, reading the lines of a
script, and saying the right things to get into their panties. He sucked
them and fucked them, but never got too close to them. He was always
standoffish, as if void of any real emotion towards them.
	But since meeting Marvin Rollins, Malik has discovered another
level of sex he'd never experienced with women. He discovered he liked
being dominated in bed, treated like an object, and fucked relentlessly
rough. Out of all the guys he's experienced, Marvin (by far) has been the
only one to give him that level of sex he craves. While Malik would always
have a soft spot in his soul for McConnell (chap-8, pt-2), it was Marvin
that really got his juices flowing (so to speak).

	Marvin was sitting at the lunch table with his fellow Mandingos,
when he got nudged in the ribs by Duke, leader of the group. Marvin looked
over at him, as Duke motioned over his shoulder at Malik whom stood on the
other side of the room watching from afar; daydreaming about the last time
they had been together (in chap-13). Marvin spotted Malik, and
smiled. Malik saw the warm flirtation, then turned away quickly before
anyone could notice.

"Malik...?" called officer Roberts, walking up to Malik fully dressed in
his guard's uniform. Malik noticed his walk was slightly off, indicating a
sore hinney as he approached Malik for a quiet private
conversation. "Look..., I know you may have seen what happened in the
shower..." whispered Roberts, trying to keep his voice low. "...I just
wanted to let you know that I'm not really like that!" laughed Roberts,
nervously. "Peachtree told me it was an initiation, that ALL of you went
through it!"
	Malik said nothing, trying to hide the truth behind a faceless
expression. He thought about telling Roberts that Peachtree and Reinhold
duped him into letting them fuck him, but that would only break the boy's
spirit. What would telling him really accomplish? It would only embarrass
him, making him feel used, tricked, and played.

"Yeah..." lied Malik, going with the story. "...we ALL had to go through
it."
	Roberts seemed to breathe easier at Malik's admission.

"You know..., I wondered why someone like you would be caught having sex
with two inmates?" said Roberts, feeling more at ease while Malik started
to tense up. "I mean..., I know some of the guards get their dicks sucked
by some of the inmates and all..., hell, even I've had my dick sucked by
that Shaleem guy..." he admitted (from chap-1), nodding towards the inmate
seated at the far table. "...but to let them fuck you in the ass? You
must've really gotten used to it after your initiation, huh?"

"Something like that." said Malik, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"So..., are you gay or what?" asked Roberts, curiously.

"Well..., now that YOU've been fucked in the ass, you tell me!" snapped
Malik.

"Oh..., I didn't mean anything by it...!" defended Roberts, sincerely. "I
was just asking. I mean, I could understand doing it for the initiation...,
but why do it with the inmates? Did they have something on you? Did they
threaten you or something?"
	Malik bit his lip to keep from informing Roberts that he'd been
tricked into getting butt fucked by his co-workers, out of spite. He knew
Roberts didn't mean to be prying, but is ignorance was no excuse.

"No. I'm not gay." informed Malik, deciding to spare Roberts feelings.

"Cool!" smiled Roberts, looking around to make sure everyone was relaxed
and eating. "You have a girlfriend?" he asked, suddenly. "Maybe we could
double date sometime? Maybe you could tell me more about being a police
officer? Maybe give me some tips on how to improve my chances at the
Academy?" suggested Roberts.

"Maybe..." said Malik, doubting it would happen as he walked away.


Pt-3 "So wussup with your boi?" asked Duke Daniels, talking to his right
hand man, Marvin Rollins. "When we all gonna get together and tap that
ex-cop ass again?"

"Dunno..." said Marvin, not really wanting to share Malik anyway. "He's
been keeping his distance since getting caught (chap-14, again)."

"Well you need to get with him and set something up!" insisted Duke,
rubbing his crotch from under the table. "Cuz my dick done got addicted to
the Grade-A ass of his!"

"With ALL the boi-pussy you get up in here?" asked Marvin, wondering why
Duke was trying to muscle in on HIS good fortune?

"Dick wants something new, hommie..., what can I say?" shrugged Duke,
unapologetic. "Hook it up, homs!"


Pt-4
	In the prison cell, 42 yr old Muslim Muhammad sits at his desk
reading over a letter he intended to send to the Mayor's office contesting
the inadequate living conditions of Piedmont Penitentiary's facility for
human life (touched on in chap-10, pr-2). His cellmate (and lately, -lover)
Abdul, lays back on his bunk reading over letters from home, when they are
visited by brothers of Islam; Jamal, Rashad, Balil, and Shaheim.

"Muhammad...?" called Jamal, leading the storm into the duel's cell.

"Gentlemen...?" said Muhammad, looking up from his letter. Abdul sat up as
well, wondering what the unexpected visit was for.

"We need to talk."

"What about?" asked Muhammad, seriously.

"You've heard about Amahd?" asked Shaheim, a middle aged man who learned
about Islam after murdering to his ex-girlfriend and her interfering
mother.

"I have." answered Muhammad. "I've even tried talking to him..., but he's
determined to follow his own path."

"We plan to denounce him from the religion!" said Rashad,
regrettably. "He's sending the wrong message to other Muslim hopefuls...,
we can't condone that kind of activity and expect to be taken seriously as
a religion."

"I agree..." said Muhammad. "...but I think dis-fellowship is extreme."

"Then what do you suggest?" asked Shaheim.

"Well..., I think if given time...he could come to his senses and see he's
making a grievous mistake. It's not up to us to judge him..., that's up to
Ali!"

"You've read the Quran! You KNOW what is expected of servers of Ali! The
acts he is doing with that..., MAN, is abominable! You expect us to go
along with it?" questioned Shaheim.

"I expect us to council Amahd..., to lecture him and talk to him about the
wayward path he chose to walk! Not abandon him at his greatest need!"
explained Muhammad.

"Muhammad's right..." added Adbul, getting up from his bunk. "ALL of us are
guilty of doing wrong in our lives! Some of us did worse than others...,
but we were all taught compassion to overcome our addictions and bad habits
to become the men we are today."

"Yes..., but as you said, we were taught BEFORE we gave ourselves over to
Ali! We were ignorant to the ways of Islam until we came here and were
converted, but brother Amahd already knows the path of the righteous, and
he's chose to abandon it for the physical lust of another man! He CHOSE to
turn his back on Ali! We CAN'T look the other way! He HAS to be set as an
example!" insisted Shaheim, followed by the agreement of his fellow
Muslims.

"So I see you all have your minds made up." said Muhammad, getting up from
his desk. "So what was this..., just to inform me that you've already
decided his fate?"

"We thought you should know." said Rashad.

"So is that it?" asked Muhammad, ready to get back to his letter.

"There's one more thing..." said Jamal, hesitant. "...Amahd made some
serious accusations about you and brother Abdul."
	Muhammad's blood froze as he looked over at Abdul. Abdul's eyes
widened with unspoken fear.

"What does he claim?" asked Muhammad, keeping his cool.

"He claims you two are...more than cellmates." blurted Shaheim, studying
Muhammad's facial expressions.

"Meaning?"

"You know what he means!" sniped Shaheim. "He says you two are no better
then HE is!"

"And you believed him?" asked Muhammad, folding his arms superiorly.

"Are you telling us it isn't true?" asked Jamal.

"I shouldn't have to!" said Muhammad.

"Given the circumstances with Amahd and his new boyfriend..., I think it
warrants being said aloud!" exclaimed Rashad.

"Okay..." sighed Muhammad, taking a deep breath. "...if you need to
actually HEAR it from me..., than I'll tell you face to face." Abdul held
his breath as the Muslim waited the truth. "He's lying!" answered Muhammad,
flatly.

"Why would he lie about something like this, when he told the absolute
truth about himself?" asked Shaheim, suspiciously. "It makes no sense!"

"I don't know. Maybe because he's angry? Maybe because he wants to take as
many of us down with him? I don't know, I'm not Amahd!" explained Muhammad.

"What do YOU have to say about it, brother Abdul?" asked Rashad. All eyes
turned towards Muhammad's cellmate. Abdul hunched his shoulders, joining
Muhammad's side.

"I don't know where Amahd got that idea from..., other than to destroy the
entire foundation of our brotherhood!" added Abdul, nervously.

"So since you two are just bruthas..., you won't mind changing cellmates?"
asked Shaheim.

"What for?" asked Muhammad, his eyebrows narrowing angrily.

"Nothing personal..., we just feel it would help kill any rumors that Amahd
may have started." suggested Rashad. "You know how word spreads in
prison..."

"But changing cellmates would indicate that we did something wrong..." said
Muhammad. "...and we've done nothing we need to be ashamed of!"

"Still..., it would help eliminate any questions that may arise...."

"The answer's no!" said Muhammad, steadfast.
	The Muslim brothers all looked among each other with strange looks
and raised eyebrows.

"Okay. If you're so insistent..., we can't MAKE you switch." said Rashad,
the sound of disappointment in his voice. "But if we find out
differently..." he added, without finishing his threat.

"We need to concentrate on fighting the Warden and the deplorable
conditions of this prison! Not each other!" shouted Muhammad as the Muslims
turned and left, leaving him and Abdul to themselves.

"Maybe we should have switched cellmates?" asked Abdul, nervous about the
inquiry.

"They don't know anything..., it's all speculation!" said
Muhammad. "Otherwise they would have demanded our dis-fellowship as well!"
	Muhammad looked over at Abdul, noticing that he was practically
shaking with fear. "Relax..." he suggested, grabbing his hands. "Act
normal!"

"Okay!" said Abdul, going back to his bunk to resume his letters. Muhammad
sat back down at his desk, his mind far from his original task as he
contemplated life without Islam.


Pt-5
	21 yr old puertorican born David Rodriguez walks a line he'd never
walked before. All eyes are on him as he wanders through the unfamiliar
cellblock of the Mandingos. He receives catcalls and racial slurs from
opposing inmates whom warn him about venturing on their turf. Others talk
about fucking some of his "sweet rican pussy" tonight, causing David to
seriously doubt his actions.
	He recognizes one of the Mandingos (Killer-Pete), from an encounter
they had in a stairwell (back in chap-12, pt-5). He walks up to him as Pete
is talking with one of his buddies. Pete turns towards him when he sees him
walking up, then leans back against the cell bars rubbing his rippled
stomach seductively.

"ah..., I see you couldn't hold out!" smiled Pete, licking his thick lips
and gold tooth. "Come back to gimma some more of that ass, eh?"

"Actually, I'm looking for Genuwine?" said David, respectfully. "You know
what cell he's in?" Pete looked somewhat embarrassed as he was sure David
had come back for some of his dick.

"uh..., yeah..." lied Pete. "...he's in here!" he pointed, towards his own
cell.
	David looked into the empty cell, knowing that it was a lie. Was
Pete looking to rape him right here and now? David swallowed hard, more
frightened than ever. Just then, Genuwine walked up.

"David..?" he calls, surprised. "...what you doing here, man?"

"I was...looking for you!" said David, so happy to see him that he could
have jumped in his arms. "I need to talk to you!"

"It couldn't wait until we met in the yard?" asked Genuwine, grabbing David
by the arm as he pulled him into his cell. "This ain't the right place for
you to be! Some of these guys don't like ricans!"

"I know..., some of my people feel the same about blacks!" countered David.

"But it ain't about them right now..." said Genuwine, keeping his eye on
the cell door. "...its about YOU, coming up in here without protection like
you some lost school girl! What the fuck'r you thinking?"

"I needed to see you!" said David, sounding desperate.

"What for?" asked Genuwine, seeing two inmates stop at his cell door to see
the pretty puertorican come a calling. "Yo! What the fuck you niggas want?
Step off!" yelled Genuwine, flagging the onlookers on. They moved on,
reluctantly. "It ain't safe for you here, man!"

"My brother betrayed me!" said David, devastated.

"How?" asked Genuwine, concerned.

"He seduced my boyfriend after we broke up!" explained David. "He KNEW how
I felt about Alex! He deliberately stabbed me in the back! I wouldn't be
surprised if it wasn't him who dragged Alex into that stairwell to find me
with you!" (in chap-18, pts-8 & 9).

"Look..." started Genuwine, knowing David was emotional. "...I know you're
feeling some type of way about this..., but he's you're brother! He
wouldn't purposely hurt you!"

"You don't know Raul like I know Raul!" said David, having grown up with
him. "I wouldn't put much of anything past him!" he added, thinking
back. "I wouldn't be surprised if HE wasn't the one that stabbed you!"
	Genuwine frowned, thoughtfully.

"Why would you say that?" he asked, curiously.

"I just wouldn't put it past him! He was really pissed when he first found
out that I let myself be fucked by a black guy! Raul considered that a slap
in the face! He really distrusts blacks!"

"Does he?" asked Genuwine, thinking back to the day he was stabbed. Indeed
he did remember seeing Raul in the food line a short distance behind
him. But he never thought much about, having never had any issues or
run-ins with the wild rican.

"I don't trust him anymore! I don't even want to live in the same cell
block!" continued David, unaware of Genuwine's thoughts.

"Where do you plan on living?" inquired Genuwine.

"I don't know!" sighed David, knowing they (the guards) had head count
every night. "Are you owed any favors by any of the prison guards?" he
suddenly asked. "Maybe we can find one that would account for me sleeping
over here tonight...? With you!"

"I don't know, Dave...I don't have that kinda pull around here, man!"
doubted Genuwine.

"Well who does?" asked David. "What about Duke? I know you two are close!
You're always around him!"

"You don't want to start asking Duke for favors..., he's not someone you
wanna owe! Believe me!" warned Genuwine.

"Please, papi?" begged David, pouring on the charm and using his sexuality
to warm up to Genuwine seductively. "I'm begging you! I'll make it worth
your while..., I promise!"

"If you think Wyome and Killer-Pete fucked you hard in that stairwell, wait
until Duke gets his hands on you!" he warned.

"Please man? I really need this!" pleaded David. Reluctantly Genuwine gave
in.

"Okay..., I'll speak to Duke and see what I can do." he offered, unable to
resist David's beautiful eyes. "But I can't promise anything!"

"I understand!" glee David, as Genuwine headed towards the door.

"Stay here!"
	David wandered around Genuwine's side of the cell, noting the
pictures of family and hommies he had pinned up over his bunk wall. He
noticed a black hardback elementary school style school book peeking out
from under his mattress. Curiously David picked it up and flipped open the
pages. `Rough, tough, is the way we're told to be. Hardened hearts,
hardened parts, is what we're taught to be. No time for love, or dreams, or
sensitivity. Thrown in cages, away from family. From baby to grown man, is
what my son will be. A father himself, by the time that I am free. A
lifetime wasted, for all eternity. Better off not born at all, is what is
best for me.' C. Ford.

"What'r you doing?" asked Genuwine, walking in to catch David reading his
book. He rips it from his hands, slamming it shut, obviously embarrassed by
its contents.

"I'm sorry..!" said David, feeling hurt by Genuwine's reaction.

"I do you a favor, and you repay me by going through my shit?"

"I didn't mean to!" pleaded David, apologetic. "It's a book of poetry..."
added David, feeling the need to share his discovery. "It was good. Did you
write it?"

"Yeah." answered Genuwine, softening some. "You liked it, for real?"

"Yeah..." said David, moving closer. "...I liked it, a lot!"

"For real?" smiled Genuwine, skeptically.

"For real!" smiled David.

"Duke's arranging for you to be able to spend the night in my cell
tonight..." stated Genuwine, causing David to glow outwardly. "But I'm sure
we'll pay for it later!"

"We'll deal with it then!" assured David, only thinking of now.
	At `lights out', Genuwine's cellmate T-Bo came in to find them
already engaged sexually. He went to his own bunk for the night while
Genuwine and David shared a bed, kissing deeply and passionately as they
lay in bed naked together. David lay atop Genuwine, suckling his tongue and
tasting his soft lips. Genuwine grabbing at David's ass, squeezing the firm
buttock under the bed sheets as they ground their swollen appendages
against each other heatedly.

	David kissed his way down Genuwine's neck, licking at his erect
nipples and trailing a wet path down his flat stomach and across his stab
wound and into his hairy cock brush. Lovingly he licked at his swollen
erection, taking the head into his mouth to sample the sweet nectar forming
at the flaring tip.
	Genuwine moaned softly, loving every move David made. David
swallowed his dick, taking it deep into his mouth and wrapping his lips
around the hard shaft. He lathered the column with saliva, making it warm
and slick as he suckled it like a melting popsicle. He bobbed his head,
running his flat tongue along the underbelly to tickle at the cum-tube
before working his way back up to the head to sample more of the
pre-cream. Genuwine loved every minutes of his pleasant torture as David
went all the way back down on him, bobbing his head lower and fucking his
throat around the hard column. After nearly 20 minutes of exquisite
sucking, Genuwine felt his dick starting to pulse and throb in the hot
mouth as he reached down to caress David's head. David knew he was about to
get the black man's cream as he sucked harder, taking more and more dick
between his lips. Genuwine knew they had all night to fuck, so he didn't
fight it when he felt his balls tighten, and the cum surge its way up his
throbbing cock to explode in David's suckling mouth.

"MMMMmmmmm...!!" moaned David, drinking down the salty elixir.  Genuwine's
head fell back onto his bed as his dick emptied into David's orifice. David
sucked and caressed Genuwine's spurting penis until he finished spewing. He
released the still hard dick, and kissed his way back up the man's bare
torso. Genuwine returned the favor by lying David on his stomach, and
maneuvering between his legs. He parted the beautiful bare tan buttock to
expose the pink hole, then lowered his face down between them.
	David moaned happily as Genuwine lavished the hole with his wet
tongue, sucking sweetly on the manpussy before him as if it were a female's
fat clit. He dug his tongue deep into the hole, leaving gobs of spit to
slicken it for his dick.

"Oooohhh yeeaaahh, papi..." he David, groaning heatedly as he arched his
back and lifted his head to look back over his shoulder. "...eat that
pussie baby! Make it wet for that big black dick!"
	For 10 minutes Genuwine ate that ass, imagining it was one of his
girlfriend's pussies back home. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he
ripped his tongue from the flexing hole, and lined his dick head up to the
warm entrance. "Fuck me daddy!" groaned David, rising his ass for
penetration. Genuwine slid his dick inside, sighing happily as his cock was
surrounded by the warm wet sucking anus he'd come to know and love.

	After savoring the feel of David's cunt wrapped snuggly around his
manhood, Genuwine started to fuck, pulling back his hipe to withdraw his
cock from the rican's bunghole before sliding all the way back up
inside. "Fuck this ass's good!" he moaned, loving everything about it as he
fucked it deeply. He lay down against David's back, kissing him between his
shoulder blades as his pelvis slapped into David's bare ass cheeks. David
leaned his head back on David's shoulder, sharing a kiss with Genuwine as
they fucked. David tightened his anal muscles on Genuwine's dick with every
drawback, relaxing the muscles on the plunge back inward. Genuwine loved
how David's asshole milked his dick, trying to make him cum quickly as it
sucked and massaged his hard appendage.

"Yes papi..., fuck me, daddy! Don't you want this rican pussy to be yours
from now on?" he panted between kisses. "Don't you want this pussy to be
yours? To fuck whenever you want?"

"Fuck yeah!" moaned Genuwine, lost in a sexual whirlwind. He would have
agreed to anything at this point, as he drove his dick back and forth
through the puertorican potal underneath him.
	From across the room, T-Bo stroked his own hardon while watching
the two men fuck. He came all over himself with three of his own fingers
stuffed deeply up his own cummy hole.

"Then why don't you talk to Duke about letting me move here?" asked David,
still working his anal muscles on the plunging cock. "I could move in here
with you! You could fuck me like this every night! I could be your bitch!
Would you like that?" he asked, knowing he would.

"Ohhh shit...!" shouted Genuwine, at the mere thought of getting into that
puertorican pussy nightly. He shoved his dick all the way up into David's
bowels, trying to hold still until his need to climax passed. But While
Genuwine held still, David was still working his ass on the stiffened cock,
making it erupt prematurely inside his sucking ring. "Fuck..!" cursed
Genuwine, not wanting to cum so soon.

"Don't worry, papi..., we have all night!" whispered David, milking the
cock dry.

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