Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2007 15:20:55 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-27

	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/27
TOUGH LOVE

Pt-1

"Where's your brother?" asked Romero Rodriguez (father of Raul, Carlos, and
David Rodriguez), as he pulled up and fastened his pants, leaving Phi Bui
to breathe easier. The two brothers (Raul and Carlos) and Alex stared
stupidly as neither answered the man. "Am I speaking Chinese?" asked
Romero, growing annoyed. "Where's your fuckin brother?!"

"He's not here." said Raul.

"Not here?" asked Romero, confused. "I thought you were all sentenced
together? Whadda mean he's not here?"

"I mean, he's HERE, in the prison..., but he's not here, with us."
explained Raul, vaguely.

"You mean he's in another cell block?" asked Romero, concerned. "Which one?
You mean he's in with the black guys and those Aryan fucks?" questioned the
father, getting upset. "How could you let him be separated from you? You
KNOW how the other inmates feel about puertoricans!"

"It was HIS choice, dad! He left on his own!" defended Raul.

"Whadda mean he chose to leave on his own? Why would he leave the safety of
his own people to live with a populace that'd knife him in the back faster
then they could bend him over and fuck his brains?" asked Romero, sensing
something fishy. "What happened? What did you assholes do to him to make
him leave the safety of his own family? And who the fuck is that?" he
asked, pointing at Alex.

"Oh..., he's with me, dad. That's my boi Alex!" introduced Raul. Romero
looked Alex over as he nodded his head in respect to the angry father.

"You mean he's your bitch!" said Romero, cutting through the bullshit. Alex
blushed with extreme embarrassment. "So while you're in here butt fucking
around with his bitch..., you let your brother go off and get snatched up
by some rival gang? Is that how I taught you fucks to look after each
other?"

"But pop..., David's gay! What'r we supposed to do if he decides to hook up
with some big black ass mother fuckers instead of keeping his ties to the
family?" questioned Raul, receiving a viscous backhand across his face from
his father. Raul's head spun around as spit and blood splattered against
Alex's shocked face.

"Don't talk about your brother that way in prison!" warned Romero. "He's
not gay! He's confused! He was molested as a kid by someone he trusted...,
and it fucked with his head! That's all!"
	Raul slowly turned back towards his father, holding his stinging
lip as he held back the tears swelling in his eyes. He always worked hard
to impress his father, and hated to disappoint him. "What block is he in?
Take me to him NOW!" ordered the older man, following his sons out the
cell.


Pt-2

	In the Yard, Muslim leader Muhammad and his followers (Abdul,
Jamal, Shaheim, Rashad, and Kaseem), were holding a rally to empower
inmates and cause them to stand as a united front against the Warden to
protest all of the unsafe and outdated materials around the rundown and
dilapidated prison. He spoke loudly to be heard as inmates gathered around
to listen. Some joining in righteously to fight for improvement, while
others took the pessimistic approach, believing no amount of protest would
cause change.
	Muhammad preached "fair living conditions and equality" for
inmates. Sure they were declared guilty of the crimes they were believed to
have committed, but that didn't mean they had to live like "rats in the
sewers any longer."

	It was while he was in the middle of his impressive speech that
Romero and the Rootboiz populace came bursting into the prison Yard in
groves. Guards noticed the influx of Spanish inmates, and radioed for
back-up, expecting trouble.
	Raul lead his father straight over to Duke and his Mandingos, as
they played wall-ball against the prison wall. Duke and his boiz saw the
gang of puertoricans heading their way, and quickly gathered together their
numbers. The two groups faced-off in the middle of the Yard, as onlookers
watched amusingly as guards scrambled to stop a racial war.

"Wussup, Raul?" asked Duke, standing 6'-3" at the head of the pack with his
huge muscular arms folded.

"Where's David?" asked Raul, a short 5'-6" in comparison.

"He's with US now, you know that!" said Duke.

"Fuck that!" said Romero, stepped forth before Raul.

"Who the fuck'r you??" asked Duke, not recognizing the face.

"I'm Romero, -David father!' stated the 5'-7" new comer. "And I want my son
returned to me NOW...!"
	Duke smirked cockily, but knew better than to oppose the legendary
Romero Rodriguez as he motioned for his boiz to release David. From the
back of the crowd of black men, David Rodriguez emerged meekly, enveloped
in his father's arms as he was welcomed back into his fold.

"Take him..., we're DONE with him anyway!" said Duke, slyly.

	Romero passed David off as he was led back into the safety of the
prison by Kit and Neko. Romero turned back towards Duke, with unfinished
business. "I RULE the puertorican population around here from now on! So
any further dealings going on between our races will go through ME, and ME
alone! Understood?"

"Whateva you say, pops." smirked Duke. Romero gave him a shitty look as he
slowly turned back towards the prison, leading his new following back
inside to their own block, much to the relief and delight of guards
gathered along the top of the prison walls preparing for a brawl.
	Duke and Raul shared a quick look. Duke raised his eyebrows in a
silent gesture that they still had unfinished business of their own. Raul
nodded quickly and silently, as not to cause detection that he and Duke had
worked out a deal. But Alex caught the silent head move, as Duke turned
back towards his brethren and laughed, while Alex followed Raul back into
the prison.


Pt-3

	28 yr old Nakia Dawson had been busy all morning washing his and
his lover/cellmate/husband's (Amahd's) clothes, cleaning their cell, making
their beds, and cleaning the toilet. He felt like a housewife instead of a
man. Amahd didn't allow him to wear the male prison clothes anymore, as he
had to wear long shirts as dresses, with no draws or underwear to obstruct
Amahd's view of his luscious ass.
	Nakia hated his ass for being so full and voluptuous to
inmates. Women always liked his "bubble butt", often smacking it or pulling
at the handful of cheeks during sexual intercourse. Nakia never had a
problem with his ass then, as it attracted women to look his way. But now
it was what originally got him put into the position of being fucked by
men. While he hated what had become of him since arriving at Piedmont, he
knew matters could have been much worse had Duke not dulled most of his
senses and anal pains with drugs. It was the drugs that made Nakia relax
and get used to getting fucked so often. Men loved the feel of his anal
pussy wrapped around their solid manhoods as they pretended he was their
wives or girlfriends back home. Nakia was grateful to be rescued from his
position as prostitute for Duke, when Amahd volunteered to take his place
in Duke's gang. Nakia thought the freedom from Duke would free him from
having to wear drag. He knew he would still have to perform sexually for
Amahd as his bitch, but he didn't expect to still have to live life as a
women.

	Amahd was very vehement about keeping Nakia feminized. He made him
wear wigs and make-up, skimpy clothing, sit while peeing, cross his legs
while sitting, and moan and groan like a female when they made love.
	Nakia didn't mind letting Amahd fuck him, as much as he minded
being womanized. It was humiliating enough to have to "put-out" for another
man, without having to have the entire population laughing at you for being
such an obvious bitch. No one respected a man in a dress. And whenever
Nakia tired to plead with Amahd to allow him to resume his manly demeanor,
Amahd would quickly shoot him down.

	For Amahd, having Nakia assume the female role, helped him to
accept the idea of fucking another man. It was the only way he could have
sex in an all male prison, and not feel like it was wrong or
homosexual. Real men didn't dress like women. Real men didn't talk like
women. Real men didn't pee sitting down. Amahd could keep his strong manly
beliefs, while getting his dick worked over daily.
	Nakia was just finishing up his morning "chores" when Amahd came in
from his duties with Duke. Nakia could see instantly that he was stressed
and agitated, as he walked into the cell and started huffing, puffing, and
slamming things around.

"What's wrong, baby?" asked Nakia softly, keeping his voice in the soft fem
tone Amahd demanded.

"I nearly got into a brawl for all in the Yard with Duke and the Mandingos
verses the Rootboiz!" said Amahd, as Nakia knelt down before him and
removed his shoes.

"Why?" asked Nakia, concerned.

"It was over Raul's little brother David..." explained Amahd. "Duke added
him to his stable, and made me and his boiz gang bang him last night to
punk his pussy."

"You fucked him last night?" asked Nakia, suddenly jealous as he recall
Amahd being too tired to fuck when he got in from Duke's cell last
night. It was the only time the former Muslim hadn't fucked him since they
became cellmates.

"I HAD to..., Duke ordered us to!" reasoned Amahd, noticing Nakia's
standoffishness. "Anyway..., Raul's dad is an inmate here now, and he
demanded Duke hand over his son or else..."

"And...?" asked Nakia, curiously.

"He handed him over, without a fight. I was glad as shit! The guards was
starting to form on the Wall with tear gas and rifles incase we got out of
hand." recalled Amahd. "Muhammad was out there making one of his lame ass
speeches..., I thought he'd shit a brick when the Mandingos and the
Rootboiz formed in the center of the Yard!"

"You're still angry with him over your expulsion from the religion?" asked
Nakia.

"No..." answered Amahd. "...I'm angry that he's doing exactly what I'm
doing, but being a hypocrite about it! He ain't no better than me! Yet he
stands up on his soap box and preaches the ways of the righteous, knowing
damn well that he doesn't practice what he preach!"

"How do you know Muhammad's doing the same thing?" asked Nakia. "Have you
seem him?"

"No. But the man in the cell right next to his hears him and brutha Abdul
fucking at night!" explained Amahd. "They try to keep it quiet..., but he
hears them. He's an insomniac."

"Wow..." thought Nakia, finding it somewhat interesting erotically that two
masculine men could be sexually active together without feminizing one
another. "...I wonder which one is doing the other?"

"Muhammad probably conned Abdul into receiving...abusing his spiritual
authority over the younger impressionable inmate!" guessed Amahd.

"Do you really think Muhammad is like that?" asked Nakia, surprised.

"I wouldn't put anything past him!" said Amahd, scornfully.

"He never came across that way to me..." thought Nakia, aloud. "...he
always seemed so interested in recruiting for the Muslims!"

"Stay away from him!" ordered Amahd, untrusting. "I don't want you going
nowhere NEAR Muhammad, understand?" he asked, grabbing Nakia tight about
the forearm.

"Yeah! Yes! I understand, Amahd!" yelled Nakia, wrenching away as he rubbed
his sore arm.

"And don't call me `Amahd' anymore, either...that's my Muslim name! Call me
Raymond!"

"Okay..." said Nakia, as Raymond settled back down on his bunk. Nakia
maneuvered between his legs, and started unfastening his pants. Raymond
said nothing as he watched Nakia fumble with his fastens. His dick grew
rock hard in his pants as Nakia reached his hand in to fish it out. Once
free, Nakia bent forward and started sucking, taking the 8 inch uncut
manmeat into the back of his mouth as he sucked away all the stress and
tension from his lover's body.


Pt-4

	After the rally in the prison yard, Muslim brothers Muhammad and
Abdul ventured their way back towards their cell for mid-morning prayer
before lunch. But sometime during that journey, brother Abdul convinced
Muhammad to follow him into one of the stairwells where prison camera
weren't installed. Once there, Abdul shoved Muhammad up against the
stairwell wall, and kissed him passionately in the mouth as he lifted his
robe and started unfastening his prison pants.

"What are you doing, Abdul...?" asked Muhammad, breaking the kiss as Abdul
fell to his knees.

"We haven't had sex in a week! I'm dying to taste you right now! You looked
so good standing up there demanding a call for action, rallying the inmates
as you talked about the unfair living conditions of the prison..., that I
wanted to suck your dick right then and there!" declared Abdul, freeing
Muhammad's half hard dick.

"But this isn't a safe place to do something like this, Abdul...anyone
could walk in and catch us...!" objected Muhammad.

"It's not safe in our cell anymore either, you say! How long am I supposed
to sleep next to you, and not touch you?" asked the 39 yr old Muslim, as he
leaned in and swallowed Muhammad's dick.
	Muhammad leaned his head back against the wall as he breathed a
lustful sigh of relief and passion as his dick was once again
consumed. Abdul bathed his dick in warm saliva as he bobbed his head back
and forth, eating up his cellmate's manhood as if a man starving. He hadn't
so much as kissed Muhammad since Amahd's accusations hit the Muslim
members' ears. Muhammad had been paranoid that someone was spying on them,
`how else would anyone know what we do late at night after lights out?' he
asked. Abdul wasn't sure if what the brothers knew were factual, or just an
educated guess, but all he knew was once he'd gotten used to the taste of
sex, he couldn't just go back to hand jobs in the middle of the night.

	Muhammad kept his ears open, listening for any signs of inmates or
personnel entering into the stairwell. It was a known fact that inmates
often used the cameraless corridors for quick sex and drug transactions, so
he knew they could be invaded upon at any minute.
	Abdul wasted no time being cute. He sucked Muhammad's dick like a
man possessed, wolfing down most of his dick with deep throat opening
strokes as he slithered his wet curious tongue up and down the underbelly
with each bob of his head. In no time Muhammad felt himself fast
approaching orgasm. His hairy balls tightened in their soft sack as his
dick started to pulse and throb on each intake. Abdul was definitely about
to get a mouthful of Muhammad's lust. Muhammad closed his eyes tightly as
the moment approached fast. Abdul felt the dick swell in his mouth, the
cum-tube pulsing against the flat of his tongue as it suddenly started
spitting gobs upon gobs of pent up passion into his overflowing oral
orifice.

	Brother Abdul gulped and gasped for breath as he sucked and
swallowed Muhammad's hot cum, the warmth trailing a straight line directly
down into his belly as he continued to nurse the pulsating member.
	Muhammad expected his lust to be extinguished after climaxing so
rapidly, but instead, he got the overwhelming desire to reciprocate for a
job well done.

	Abdul was slightly surprised when Muhammad picked him up off his
knees, turned his back towards the wall, then resumed Abdul's position on
his knees before him. Abdul's dick was already brick hard before Muhammad
even got it freed. He watched the older, wiser, man lean forward and
envelope his manhood. Abdul knew he wouldn't last long, as he too hadn't
cum all week since the inquiry. He watched Muhammad's dark lips slide up
and down his lite brown shaft, sucking feverishly in a fight against time
before they got caught in the heat of the moment. Abdul reached down and
trailed his fingers along Muhammad's face, pulling at the soft hairs of his
goatee while taking his dick in deep. It's amazing how well a straight man
could learn to suck dick once he allows his inhibitions and sexual
prejudices to go free. Neither Muhammad nor Abdul would have ever thought
themselves a likely candidate for orally pleasing another man, but once the
line was crossed and the experience much better than expected, sucking dick
became as second nature as eating pussy. There was definite pleasure in
pleasing your partner, knowing you possessed the skills to give him the
greatest gift one man could bestow upon another...the gift of an incredible
orgasm. What man wouldn't want that?

	Muhammad felt Abdul's dick starting to pulsate in his mouth as he
sucked harder. He looked up to see Abdul's head thrown back, his chest
heaving heavily as his orgasm came quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Muhammad...!"
he gasped, panting hard as his dick started firing round after round of hot
sperm into his cellmate's expecting mouth. Muhammad gathered all the cream
together before drinking it down slowly, a warm glow invading his body as
his connection to brother Abdul grew ever stronger.

"Thanks Muhammad..., I needed that!" smiled Abdul, refastening his pants as
Muhammad stood up and wiped his beard.

"I think we both did!" smiled Muhammad. "But we can't risk getting caught
like this again. From now on we HAVE to confine our sex to our cell. We
don't want to end up like brother Amahd."

"Definitely not." agreed Abdul, following Muhammad back out the way they
came.


Pt-5

	Heading back to the prison block after the confrontation in the
Yard, word was all abuzz in the Rootboiz block about Romero Rodriguez's
sudden return, and take over of power from his sons. Raul Rodriguez
returned to his cell, visually upset about the turn of events which
transpired today. No one knew his father had been arrested and sent back to
prison for parole violations, including a murder he recently
committed. While Raul was happy to see his father, and was excited about
spending time and serving with him in a gang setting together, he was also
upset about losing his title as leader and his place among the Cartel. He'd
worked hard to establish himself as a worthy opponent among the other
heads, only to have it ripped away by his father. But Romero was the leader
of the Rodriguez family, wasn't it only right that he resume leadership
over the Rootz as well? How could Raul possibly hope to order his father
around like one of his follwers?

	Alex saw Raul's dilemma as he watched him sulk about their cell,
trying to anticipate what would happen next. Alex wasn't sure exactly how
Raul felt, as he really wasn't one to express his inner most feelings
beyond an occasional orgasm (which Alex was still getting used to
receiving). He mostly tried to stay away from him, allowing him time to
think. But Alex was really interested to learn what this meant as far as
rank in the new order of Rootz business. With Romero now in the driver's
seat, where was Raul on the chain of leadership? And did he still have to
perform as Raul's bitch if he was no longer ruler?


Pt-6

	Romero Rodriguez escorted his son David back to his cell. After
kicking out his cellmate, he ripped the covers up off the beds to close off
the bars for privacy. David could see how furious his father was. David was
instantly transported back to his childhood, back when his father used to
beat him for the slightest mishap. When his father turned around from
placing up the sheet barriers, David knew he was in for another beat down
when he started to unbuckle his belt.

"Daddy...I'm sorry about going over to the Mandingos like I did..., but you
don't understand the circumstances...! Raul and I were fighting like cats
and dogs! I...I just couldn't stay here after the way he treated me!"
explained David, watching his father remove his belt.

"So instead of fighting your brother for his respect..., you decide to run
over to those black mother fuckers to let them turn you into pussy?!" asked
Romero, throwing his belt onto the bed. David watched the belt fly across
the room, somewhat relieved that he wouldn't be getting an old fashion belt
whopping like he used to as a kid. But now he worried that his father might
physically fight him like a man, now that he was no longer a child.
	His worries doubled when instead of raising his fists to his son,
Romero Rodriguez started to unfasten his prison pants. "I always knew you
were a prissy boy, David..., I could tell when you were a boy, the way you
used to whine and cry like a lil' girl when your brothers and I got a lil'
too rough with you! You were always just like your mother. Maybe a lil' too
much like her! You walk like her, look like her, think like her..., you
even have her cute lil ass!" said Romero, reminiscing as he dropped his
pants to the cell floor. David's eyes grew wide when he saw his father's
hardon spring into sight. "If you're so determined to be like your
mother..., I might as well fuck you like her!" he said, removing his shirt
as he stood before his youngest son completely naked. "Might as well get
some good use outta having a fag for a son!"

"D...d...dad..." stumbled David, afraid of his father.
	Romero Rodriguez walked over to his son, and physically forced him
onto his knees. David was staring at his father's hardon face to face,
eyeballing the cock that created him and his brothers 20 something years
ago. Romero grabbed a fistful of his son's hair, forcing his hard dick
between his lips.
	David Rodriguez of course was no stranger when it came to cock
sucking. He was well skilled in the art, having sucked many men in secret
during his young life. But having his father's cock between his lips was
definitely a first. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect his father to
use him in the way he always wanted him to. Romero gripped his son's hair
tighter as he maneuvered his dick in and out of his shocked mouth. But once
David got over the initial shock of his father's attack, his natural
instincts kicked in, as he began sucking his father's cock for real.

	Romero Rodriguez wasn't quite prepared for his son's skills. He
gasped unexpectedly when David opened his throat muscles and swallowed his
engorged cock down to the hairy root. Romero cupped the back of his son's
head as he ground his sweaty crotch into his face. David breathed deeply
through his nostrils, loving the musky manly scent of his father's pubic
hair. He remembered smelling it as a child, sleeping on his father's
drunken lap after a night in the bars. David never worked up enough nerve
to touch his father's crotch, but he would inhale deeply once he heard his
father's snores.

"Damn...!" moaned Romero, feeling his son's throat milk his cock. He
released his hold on the back of his head, allowing him to resume
sucking. David worked overtime, determined to give his dad the best blow
job he'd ever had. Romero watched as David whored himself on his dick,
swallowing it from tip to root on every intake to give his father maximum
pleasure. Both son and dad were in rapture, enjoying the intense reunion
between them as David sucked viscously on his father's piece.
	Romero knew it wouldn't be long before David was drinking down a
full mouthful of his brothers and sister, but it was ASS that Romero really
wanted. While David continued to blow him, he reached down behind his son,
bending over his head to run his hand curiously down into the ass of his
pants. David moaned as his father's fingered the ass crack, then roughly
jammed one of his thick digits into his soft hole. Duke and his boiz had
just finished fucking David (having skipped breakfast) before taking him
into the Yard for exercise. Romero's finger easily penetrated his son's
buttock, as slick semen instantly leaked form the tiny hole to coat his
finger.

	Turned on by his son's unexpected experience, Romero removed his
finger and pried his cock from his son's mouth. "Strip!" he ordered,
plainly. David jumped to his feet and immediately began removing his
clothes. Romero helped by ripping off the buttons of his shirt, tossing it
onto the floor as he pushed David onto his hands and knees on the bed.
	David thrust his ass back towards his dad. Romero got behind him,
examining the boi-pussy he intended to use. Indeed Duke's men had done a
job on it this morning, as the usually pink hole was red and swollen, and
leaking a steady supply of seed. Romero aimed his cock up to the entrance,
then shoved. David winched as the cock bore straight through him like a
lance, implanting deep within his rectum and parking itself there in his
colon as if in ownership.

	Romero loved the velvety smoothness of his son's slick wet snatch
as he grabbed him by the hips and began grounding his cock around in his
gut. David groaned aloud, feeling his dad's dick come alive inside him like
an electric eel. The two men stood silently still as they got used to each
other. David couldn't believe that he actually had his father's cock up
inside him, while Romero envisioned the boy's mother on her hands and knees
taking her husband's dick deep in her pussy.
	After a minute or so to adjust, Romero started fucking, pulling
back his hips before shoving forward to rebury his thick piece. David was
in complete awe as he surrendered himself to his dad, relaxing and
tightening his anal muscles to give his father's cock the full benefit of
his anal workout.

	Romero fucked into his son with growing lust. He buried his manhood
deep into his son hole over and over again, enjoying the sweet elasticity
as it sucked his dick like a well experienced mouth. Romero could feel the
slimy semen of Duke's posse inside him, helping his dick to glide over and
through the sphincter muscles as he built up a steady pace.

"Damn Lynette..., your pussy is the best and the sweetest!" sighed Romero,
daydreaming about David's mother's cunt. David took no offense as he was
grateful for the compliment. How many men had fucked him while daydreaming
of their women? Who know? Maybe most of them? But David knew his father
loved fucking his mother, so he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his
father was giving him a definite compliment. He and his brothers used to
hear their father fucking their mother through their bedroom walls. Romero
sounded as if he were killing her as he fucked her so hard that the bed's
headboard bang repeatedly against the wall. Their mother would scream as if
being stabbed to death, only stopping after they came together in a heated
finale. David's dick was rock hard beneath him as his father fucked him,
using his asshole as a substitute for his mother's pussy.

	Romero drilled David's hole with deep penetrating strokes, giving
his son the full length of his cock. He wanted David to feel him inside
him, to know that no one on the planet could fuck him as good as the father
who created him!
	Somehow that message resonated through David without being
spoken. He surrendered his ass to his dad, knowing no one would ever treat
him as good as his father. He gasped happily every time his dad's cock bore
through him, filling his anal gut with hard dick. Romero pulled the tan ass
cheeks open wide with his hands as he drilled between them, driving his
hard 8 inches straight through the hole and into the colon again and again.

"You like this dick, Davey?" he asked his son, knowing he did by the erotic
moans coming from his throat. "You like daddy's dick in your pussy? You
wanna play substitute for mommy?" he asked, pulling David's head back onto
his chest.

"Yes, daddy! I love you fucking me, papi! I wanna be your pussyboi!" gasped
David through anal thrusts.

"Good! Cause I intend to fuck this pussy from now on! Even when we got out
of prison, this pussy is STILL MINE! Got it?" ordered Romero.

"Yes, sir!" moaned David, smiling at the thought of always being daddy's
little pussyboi.

"I know all about you and Rico!" added Romero, as he continued to thrust
through his son's anus. David tensed up, his hole tightening around his
father's plunging cock as he wondered where he was going with this? "We got
drunk one night not too long ago, and he mistakenly told me how he was the
first man to fuck my son's ass!" recalled Romero, never stopping his
thrusts. "I got so mad that I sobered up instantly. Rico kept talking,
telling me how he cracked you open, making you take his big dick and how he
fucked you right under my nose on a regular basis! I got so mad at him that
I cracked a booze bottle over his head, then stabbed him over and over
until his guts were lying all over the bar floor! People were screaming as
I sat back down at the bar and finished my drink until the cops arrived! I
knew I was going back to prison, but killing the man that raped my son was
worth it!" said Romero, bending forward as he kissed David gently on the
temple.
	David turned his head towards his father, looking up into his dark
eyes as they slowly locked lips. David started cumming all over the bed
below as his father's thick tongue entered his mouth. David panted hard,
gasping for breath as his father's rough hands grabbed at his waist and
torso, pulling at his slender body while he fucked him hard from behind. A
moment later David felt his dad rip his tongue from his mouth as he gasped
for air. He rammed his dick all the way into his son's ass, as he came an
intense orgasm deep inside his son's colon. David eased down full length
onto the bed as his father followed him, lying his weight on his son's back
while his cock continued to drain inside him.

"I love you daddy..." moaned David, loving his father's weight as his cock
twitched and jerked in his rectum.

"I love you too, son..." moaned Romero, kissing his son's back and
shoulders.

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