Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 17:43:47 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-60

	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/60
WHO'S ON TOP

Pt-1

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

	Former prison warden Dennis Ellis sat in his jail cell awaiting a
prison trial. His lawyers assure him that police had nothing concrete to
prosecute him with, meaning if their case went to trial he had a very good
chance of being let go. Ellis eagerly awaited the day when his case was
thrown out so he could resume his job at Piedmont as prison Head.
	He lay back on his bunk, rubbing his hardon through his orange
prison jumpsuit (reduced to looking like a criminal) as he thought about
the lack of sex. It was difficult going from daily blow jobs (sometimes 3
to 4 times a day) to no blow jobs at all in the blink of an eye. Ellis'
wife (Dolores) was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago, making him turn
to his inmates for sexual gratification to help ease up on some of his
wife's wifely duties. Now he lay in bed with a raging hardon, surrounded by
eligible criminals capable of sucking his prize possession, but no way of
getting to them.

"You have visitors!" said a guard, peeking his head into Ellis' cell as he
led him down to the to visitor's room.
	Ellis expected his lawyer or his wife, but was pleasantly surprised
when he saw his former CO's Carl Peachtree and Reggie Reinhold seated at
the table waiting for him.

"What're you guys doing here?" asked Ellis, smiling ear to ear as he took a
seat on the opposite side of the shatter proof glass window.

"We HAD to see you, sir!" insisted Peachtree, marking the urgency of their
visit.

"We haven't been back to work since your arrest!" informed Reinhold,
suffering the lost of his biweekly paychecks. "Thank goodness for kickbacks
you've been giving us...!" added Reinhold, gratefully.

"What kickbacks...?" asked Ellis, suspiciously. "I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about!"
	Reinhold and Peachtree looked at each other questionably. "You
nigga's wearing wires?" asked Ellis, somewhere out of the blue.

"Huh...? No! We wouldn't do that to you boss!" responded Peachtree,
flabbergasted.

"Open your shirts!" ordered Ellis, unconvinced. When the two ex-guards
hesitated, Ellis got madder. "Open your fucking shirts!!" he repeated,
sternly.
	Reinhold started unbuttoning his shirt while Peachtree stood up and
lifted his from the bottom to reveal his thick 190 lbs stomach & chest
torso. Ellis looked carefully for any exposed or tapped wires. "Okay...,
now YOU!" he said to Reinhold.
	Reinhold finished the buttons on his shirt and pulled it open, then
lifted his t-shirt to reveal his own naked torso. Ellis sat back in his
seat feeling a little more secure.

"What did the police ask you?" he inquired, knowing McConnell and his men
had questioned his whole prison staff.

"They're asking if we have any knowledge where you shipped Jones and
Cortez, and if we know of any other computers you may have had besides the
ones at your home and office!" informed Peachtree.

"What'd you tell them?" asked Ellis, eager to know what McConnell knew.

"We ain't tell `em shit!" insisted Peachtree, loyally. "We wouldn't rat on
you...!"

"You'd better not...!" warned Ellis, seriously. "...with what I got on YOU
two, I wouldn't be going down for this by myself!" he added, making the two
prison guards cringe in their seats.

"They took one of the inmates from the prison to testify against you...!"
told Reinhold. "...Marvin Rollins!"
	Ellis' eye narrowed as he estimated what kind of damage McConnell
could make with the info Rollins might have working as a right hand to both
Duke Daniels and now Chris Ford (Genuwine). Genuwine took over Duke's
`business' after Ellis sent him off to the Camps, but Ellis never fully
informed Genuwine of all the schemes he and Duke had arranged. Genuwine
didn't know shit beyond the drug trades, but Marvin..., Marvin was pretty
close to Duke at one point before Duke's men turned on him (before the
Prison Riots in chaps-40 throu 43), there was no telling how much
information Duke shared with his former workout buddy before his own ass
became pussy for the inmates.
	Ellis couldn't chance Marvin saying something to the police that
might jeopardize his freedom.

"This is what you do..." said Ellis, leaning into the Plexiglas window
separating him from his guards...

Pt-2

PIEDMONT PENITENIARY

	Every morning for 1 hour before the morning buzzer and the sun
rises, new prison inmate Kersey Gordon is released from Solitary
Confinement and is allowed to walk around the prison Yard while under guard
supervision. It's his only time out of his cell during the day where he is
allowed to shower and feel like a human being.
	Kersey had requested safe heaven away from his fellow inmates due
to a birth defect which caused him to be born a hermaphrodite (a man born
with female genitalia). He was sentenced to a man's prison because he is
(arguably) male, despite the lack of penile manhood. The judge who
sentenced him decided upon a male prison because Kersey was heterosexual,
and dated and desire female companionship. Placing him in an all male
facility might be risky, but it would be due punishment for his crimes
against society.

	Piedmont's new acting Warden (Reuben Wallace) agreed that Kersey's
condition would put his life in absolute jeopardy, and sentenced him to
live out his 2 year sentence in Confinement for his own good. Kersey spends
most all of his hours (23 of them) locked alone in his cell, being fed
meals 3 times a day through the metal sliding door which serves as his only
portal to human contact. Some of the men working Confinement as food
servers pass by the prison door and wonder who the new inmate is? Why was
he transferred directly into Solitaire so soon after arrival? Rumor started
to pass that it was escaped prisoner Tempest Williams had been recaptured
and sentenced to Confinement to prevent him of ever escaping again.
	Some peek in while serving the trays to try to see if they knew the
inmate, asking his name to see if anyone around the prison knew who he
was. One inmate decided to cut through the chase and ask Kersey what he was
in prison for? Kersey explained that he imprisoned because of Tax Freud and
Evasion. When the inmate inquired why he was put into Solitaire, Kersey
explained that he requested Solitaire for safety reasons. This peeked the
inmate's curiosity to know why a man would request being put in the Hole?
Was he rich and trying to keep from being robbed or blackmailed of his
millions? Was he a total punk who was afraid of being bitched and forced
into being someone's woman? Or was a totally lying sack of shit who was
pulling his leg? The inmate knew the first rule of thumb in prison was to:
`never trust another inmate!'

	From his prison window, 27 year old Christopher Ford (aka Genuwine)
got up from his hard mattress to take a late night piss. He shook the
excess pee from his dick before tucking it back in his shorts when he
decided to look out the window to check the weather. The news last night
forecast rain for the day, meaning the inmates wouldn't be able to go
outside to enjoy the fresh air. Genuwine looked up to see if the darkened
skies looked cloudy? Undecided, he glanced down to see a lone inmate
wandering the yard by himself. He could see the prison guards manning the
towers knew he was there, and wondered what made the inmate so special that
he got to go out at night by himself?

	At chow the next morning, Genuwine asked members of his crew if
they'd seen the guy walking the yard that morning before sunrise? No one
saw the inmate, some even doubting he existed. Genuwine put the question to
the other Cartel members, asking if there was anyone in their Blocks
getting special privileges? Neither Carlos nor Hammer knew anything about
it, leaving Genuwine to wonder who he saw wandering through the yard?

Pt-3

	54 year old Reuben Wallace was a man of few words, and little
tolerance. When inmates put in request with the Secretary's office to
schedule meetings with the Warden, Wallace had the meetings canceled, not
wanting to waste any of his precious time discussing inconsequential
matters with men who had absolutely no right to bitch about anything. He
spent the majority of his days taking telephone conferences, meeting with
the press to discuss his prison outlook, and lobbying to further his
political career.
	He came to work dressed expectably in his Armani suits and Italian
leather shoes, spending more time on television news programs than he did
on the prison budget. Secretary Sally Mansfield found coming up with
innovative ideas to discourage inmates from making appointments to see the
Warden harder and harder. Inmate Christopher Ford was one in particular who
continued to come around looking for the Warden. He made appointment after
appointment only to be turned away by the old secretary sitting behind the
desk. Genuwine wondered if the woman would be willing to `putout' for
Lexington Bowmen (the former middleweight Champion now sentenced to 25
years for murdering the mother of his illegitimate child). Surely the
Warden (Dennis Ellis) was tapping that on the side, giving that white
kootchy the thrill of the black dick?

	Sally Mansfield was a 47 year old white divorcee with 2 grown
children and 5 grandchildren. She lived alone in a community apartment
complex with her 2 cats (Betty and Wilma). For fun on weekends she liked to
get dressed up and go out to the local bar for a few drinks with her long
term boyfriend (Claude). Claude was an accountant for the prison, he'd
never been married (and never intended to be). He and Sally had been dating
for 14 years, more companions than anything else.
	Genuwine could look at her and tell she needed some black dick in
her. Sally caught the young inmate staring down at her, trying to look down
her blouse to see her sagging breasts? She became flustered as she informed
him that the Warden "was not in today", and was not taking appointments to
be seen. Genuwine left the office without getting either question answered:
would the Warden be interested in sponsoring an amateur boxing match? And
would Sally consider putting out to a professional boxer (the infamous Lex
Bowmen)?

Pt-4

SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

	Living in total solitude, 35 yr old Aryan inmate Rick McDoogle was
starting to feel the pressure of being alone. Allowed out of his prison
cell for only to shower, he felt as if he was starting to go mad from lack
of human companionship.
	Since former Warden Ellis' arrest and departure, McDoogle had been
feeling the slack of his daily dose of black cock. Having become addicted
to it since blowing the Muslim prisoner Muhammad (back in chap-32, pt-2),
he's been fulfilling a longtime fetish by blowing every available black
dick in Solitary Confinement while working as one of the kitchen staff,
serving inmates one of their three required meals a day.

	McDoogle lay in his cell, unable to count the hours or days in the
darkened basement of the prison. No windows, no bars..., just black cold
steel walls to remind you that you're all alone in the hellhole.
	During his solitude McDoogle relied on some of his many encounters
with the black inmates to satisfy his boredom. He daydreamed about the
first (and only) time he blew Muhammad Shaeed, conning him to stick his
proud black cock through the cell door's serving window to suck. Since then
Rick's been using that same method to blow other black inmates sentenced to
the Hole. The inmates could hear his rickety cart rolling down the
corridor, their big black cocks grew rock hard with anticipation, hoping
the server was the one offering sweet blow jobs with their meals. Rick took
twice as longer than other servers handing out meal trays to Solitary
inmates, but that was because he spend more time on his knees sucking out
thick hot loads of potent juice.

	McDoogle lay on his cot as he pulled out his modest white cock and
began stroking. He thought about all the black cocks he sucked since being
sentenced to Piedmont, knowing in his heart he would be a slave to black
cock for the rest of his life. He shot a huge load of hot cum all over his
chest and stomach, thinking of all the rich sperm he digested down in these
Confines. He groaned loudly as he came, shooting watery splatters of pearly
seed all over himself. When he was done, he rubbed the cum cream into his
hairy body for moisturizer.

"Was it a big load?" asked the muffled voice of the inmate in the next
cell.
	McDoogle jumped up in bed, startled.

"Who's that...?" he asked, wondering if he was being watched.

"My name's Kersey Gordon..., I'm a new inmate here!" answered the voice.

"Kersey...?" asked McDoogle, curiously. "You white...?"

"Yes, I am!" answered Kersey. "Are you?"

"Yeah!" answered McDoogle, pressing his ear against the wall separating
them. "What do you look like?" he asked curiously. "I don't remember an
inmate named Kersey Gordon coming through A-Block!"

"I never went through A-Block!" admitted Kersey.

"What Block did they send you to then...??" asked McDoogle, knowing a white
guy would never survive living in the black or puertorican cell Blocks.

"I came straight to Solitary when I got here..., I was never taken to a
Block!" answered Kersey.

"Damn..., what the hell you do, beat up one of the officers on the
transporter bus?" questioned Rick, knowing Kersey HAD to have done
something bad to be sentenced to Confinement upon arrival.

"No..., nothing like that!" chuckled Kersey. "I requested Confinement! I'm
not a very social kind of guy!" admitted the inmate.

"Requested...??!" stunned McDoogle. "I've only been down here a couple of
days and I already can't stand it! Why the hell would someone request being
put here?! The prison top is full of men that can't socialize..., but NONE
of them would want to be sent down here!" reasoned Rick. When Kersey didn't
answer, Rick pressed on for a response..., "Hello...?!!" he called,
knocking on the wall to wake the inmate.

"I have special circumstances..." whispered Kersey, lowering his voice in
shame.

"What kinda circumstances...?" inquired Rick, extremely curious.

"I..., I can't say!" refused Kersey, keeping his secret to himself.
	Rick knew he'd have a few more days in the Hole to try to coax the
truth out of the inmate, after all, everybody needed a friend to confide
in!

Pt-5

	Back in Population, the torrential rain outside kept the inmates
from participating in any Yard activities. Most of them found alternative
ways of keeping busy; playing card and board games, watching Tv, sleeping
in, or hanging out in the prison's Rec-Room where inmates had the choices
to play inside basketball, ping-pong, volleyball, or wrestle.
	26 yr old Mandingo inmate Wyome Watts went looking for his
leader. He found Genuine lounging around in the Rec-Room with members of
their gang as he went over his plans for an inmate boxing ring.

"Did you hear what happened to Morris?" asked Wy, busting in on the
conversation.

"No, what...?" asked Genuine.

"He got jumped heading for the yard! He's in one of the area hospitals!"
informed Wyome.

"When the fuck this happen?!" asked Genuwine, jumping up from the bench.

"I don't know..., I just got word from one of the prison guards! He was
stabbed a dozen times! He might not make it!" said Wyome, visibly stunned
by the news he told. "I know me and Morris had our differences..., but we
gangmates now! Anybody fuck with him, they fuck with me!!"

"That's how we roll!" agreed Genuwine. "Did the guard say who did it?"

"Naw..., but it HAD to be one of those Aryan motherfuckas! Who else would
attack a brutha for no reason?!" advised Wy, angrily.
	Genuwine looked over across the Rec-Room at a few of the white
inmates present as they huddled on the opposite side of the room in
clusters.

"No..., I don't think it was the Aryans..." countered Gen, ruling them out.

"Why not?!?" asked Wyome, pissed off.

"We have a new treaty with them..., they wouldn't break their arrangement
with us already after we made them suck our dicks for their positions!"
said Genuwine, referring to Hammer and Luke (in chap-54, pt-4).

"Then WHO then..??" asked Wyome, looking over at the Ricans playing table
tennis.
	Genuine's eyes zeroed in on Rashad and the Muslims seated a few
benches down. Wyome followed his lead and took notice of Rashad as he
talked privately with members of his faith. A light bulb clicked in Wy's
head when he suddenly remembered Morris' run-in with Rashad some WEEKS ago
(chap-50, pt-4). "That motherfucka...!" he stated, headed over to the
Muslim bench.

"No! Not here, not yet!" deterred Genuwine, grabbing Wy's arm to hold him
back. "Now's not the time to confront him..., we have to wait til the time
is right!"

"When the fuck is that? After he knife another one of us??!" asked Wy.

"Relax man..., let ME handle it!" assured Genuwine.

Pt-6

	39 yr old Abdul knelt on his Prayer Rug in his new cell, meditating
to his lord in the corner and making atonement for his fleshly sins. He
tried not to think of Muhammad, though he missed him terribly, --his body
still aching for his touch.
	After Prayer, he got up from his knees and dusted off his rug and
folded it neatly for later use. When he turned around he found his new
cellmate staring back at him.

"Oh..!" said Abdul, startled. "...I didn't hear you come back in!"

"How are you doing?" asked Jamal, curiously. "How does it feel trying to
fit back into daily Muslim life?"

"Its not so hard." responded Abdul. "I've been a Muslim for many years,
every since I got here! I've only been out for a couple of months..., its
not hard getting back into the swing!"

"Good!" said Jamal, walking deeper into the cell. "I wanted to talk to you
privately about some of the things you were doing with Muhammad and Amahd!"
announced Jamal, causing Abdul's blood to run cold.

"Okay..." he said, mentally bracing himself for some ostracizing.

"Why don't you explain to me what exactly your relationship was with both
men?" asked Jamal, sitting comfortably on the edge of the desk in the cell.
	Abdul took a deep breath...

"Well..." he started, trying to decipher what not to say. "...Muhammad was
my mentor..."

"No..." interrupted Jamal, immediately. "I want to know the REAL nature of
your relationships..., why Muhammad felt it necessary to leave Islam for
you, and why brutha Amahd's now sitting down in Confinement acting like a
stone stalker over you? What did you do to these two men? What made them so
obsessed with you?" inquired Jamal.

"I don't know what you mean..." said Abdul, feeling uncomfortably by
Jamal's choice of words.

"Its obvious that you had some kinda physical relationship with both
Muhammad AND Amahd..." stated Jamal, factually. "I'm not judging what went
on behind closed doors..., but I'm just curious to know what you did to
these men to make such madmen out of them? What's the secret?"

"There's no secret..." answered Abdul, taken aback. "Muhammad and I had a
brotherly love for one another that just transformed into something
different. We LOVED each other!"

"And Amahd...?"

"Amahd was a good friend..., until Muhammad died and he became obsessed
with trying to feminize me!" admitted Abdul.

"So you were okay with the physical relationship up until the point whee he
tried to turn you into one of his women?" questioned Jamal,
curiously. Abdul hunched his shoulders, unsure how to answer the
question. "Its all good, Abdul..." assured Jamal, getting up from the
desk. "Like I said, I'm not here to judge you..., Ali has a plan for ALL of
us!" he added before touching the Muslim inmate on the shoulder. "But...,
if you're willing, I'd like to take Muhammad's place as your new friend..."
	Abdul looked shocked as he stared directly into Jamal's eyes face
to face. "I admire what you and Muhammad had, and I think WE could match
that level of commitment and intimacy if you want to! Of course..., it
would have to be kept strictly on the downlow! I don't want inmates
suspecting anything when they see us together!"

"Of course...!" answered Abdul, knowing how to be discreet.

"Kewl. So..., tonight...? After lights out...?" asked Jamal, eager to seal
their arrangement.

"Okay." answered Abdul, stunned by the entire turn of events.

Pt-6

	The day seemed to linger and drag as Abdul waited for lights
out. All day he thought about Jamal, trying to recall everything he knew
about the man who would soon become his lover. He knew Jamal was 30 years
old, respected throughout the prison for being a peacemaker like Muhammad.
	Jamal was sentenced for Vehicular Manslaughter after driving under
the influence and killing a young couple in a head on collision. He had
children, but was never married. Abdul knew Jamal's demeanor to always be
intact, which made getting involved with him seem more enticing.

	Jamal finally returned back to the cell sometime that night. He and
Abdul said no words to each other as they didn't want to risk outing
themselves to any potential listeners.
	Abdul watched from his bunk as Jamal sat down his Quaran, then
started to disrobe down to his prison undies. Abdul took that opportunity
to sneak a grand peek at Jamal's body; 6-1, 185 lbs with a rich dark brown
complexion, mustache and goatee, and a Milkdud like bald head. Jamal always
kept himself extremely well groomed. Abdul found himself admiring the man's
muscular legs and round bottom which protrude outwardly through his
shorts. As Jamal milled about the cell, Abdul pretended to read as he sat
up in bed, his eyes darting to his new celly every time Jamal turned his
back.

"Head count!" yelled a prison guard, calling all inmates to step out onto
the catwalk.
	Abdul got up and followed brutha Jamal out to the tier where all
the other inmates stood awaiting head count. Two Correctional Officers
walked the length of the prison Block, counting heads on either side of the
Block. When they were done and satisfied that they had the correct count,
they allowed the inmates to return to their cells. "Light's out,
gentlemen!" was the next call they heard before the bars slid closed,
locking them in.

	Jamal took in an eyeful of Abdul's muscular body when they went
back into their cell. He gazed down the 39 year old's light skin back as
his eyes focused in on Abdul's ass though his prison shorts. Instinctively
he reached down and groped himself as he watched Abdul bend over to pull
back his covers.
	Abdul got into bed just as the lights in the cell Block wet
out. Jamal followed suit, going to his own bunk to await the guard's first
round of the night. They could hear his footsteps as he slowly walked from
cell to cell, shinning his flashlight and ordering inmates in their
bunks. Abdul and Jamal both pretended to be fast asleep when the guard got
to their cell. He shined the flashlight in on them to make sure each inmate
was in their proper bed before moving on. They waited until they heard him
give the "all clear" before Jamal threw back his covers and jumped out of
bed. Abdul sat in anticipation as his new cellmate and lover crossed over
to him and sat down. In the dark he could feel Jamal's hands pulling back
his covers before feeling up his hot body.

"I've been waiting for this moment all day...!" whispered Jamal, leaning
forth to bury his face in Abdul's neck.
	Abdul felt Jamal kissing and suckling his neck as his hands
ventured down across his taut stomach to dig into his waistband. Jamal
wrapped his large hand around Abdul's erection, pumping it back and forth
before cupping his hairy ball sack.
	Abdul stifled a soft groan as Jamal kissed and licked his way down
his chest to his nipples. He sucked and gently bit each erect rivet before
moving down further. Abdul had to bit his lower lip to keep from groaning
aloud when Jamal unexpectedly took his manhood into his mouth and started
sucking. In all the years he knew Jamal Fatah, he never would have taken
him as the type to suck dick.

	Jamal took Abdul's dick head between his lips and began swirling it
with his tongue. Jamal thought that perhaps this was Jamal's first time
sucking another man (much like he and Muhammad were each other's firsts),
until Jamal suddenly surprised him by going all the way down on him to the
root.
	Abdul gasped aloud in shock as his entire dick sheathed into
Jamal's open throat. Jamal buried his nose in Abdul's pubes as he took the
8 inch dick into his throat, wallowing his face in Abdul's private parts.

	Jamal (as it turns out) was no novice to man on man sex, having
been in the prison system for over 5 years and a long time member of Islam,
he (and some of his fellow brethren) had messed around numerous times. In
fact there's a saying in the Muslim culture: "that happens behind bars,
stays behind bars!"
	Jamal sucked his way up and down Abdul's dick, taking his time and
enjoying the plump morsel between his lips. Abdul spread his legs wider to
give the brutha better access. Jamal took full advantage, deep throating
the sizable piece while pulling gently on the inmate's balls.

	Abdul expected the blow job to brief, but Jamal had other ideas as
he went into over drive and sucked long and hard on the penis for close to
20 minutes. "I'm getting close...!" whispered Abdul, warning his cellmate
in case he didn't want his mouth flooded with cum. Jamal kept sucking,
ignoring the warning as he bobbed faster. Abdul tried to hold off cumming
for as long as possible, but Jamal seemed bound and determined to make the
inmate bust in his mouth.
	Abdul felt his dick starting to throb as he instinctively humped up
into Jamal's mouth. Jamal felt the dick grow thicker in his throat as he
prepared himself for the first flood of cum of the night. Abdul gripped
Jamal by his broad masculine shoulders as his body started to go into tiny
convulsions. Jamal grabbed Abdul's wet erection by the shaft and started
pumping up and down while he sucked masterfully on the head. In a matter of
seconds he could feel Abdul's dick pulsing out thick creamy wads of potent
cum.

	Abdul bit down hard on his lips to keep from screaming out loud
when he came. Jamal allowed all the cum to fill his mouth before he pulled
off and swallowed quickly, recapturing the next wave of salty seed just as
it started to shoot out. "Damn you taste good..." he groaned in an erotic
whisper before going all the way back down on Abdul.
	Abdul lay quietly, recovering from his orgasm as Jamal finished
cleaning his dick. Jamal took care to make certain Abdul's dick lost none
of his mast as he sucked out all the semen left in the shaft. When he was
certain all was consumed, he pulled his mouth free, stood up, and started
to strip of his own underwear. Abdul watched as Jamal's thick fat 8 and 1/2
MAN came into view, bobbing at full mast and dying for attention. Abdul sat
up to take the fat black dick in his mouth but Jamal refused him, pushing
him back down flat on his back. "I got this...!" insisted the Muslim
leader, spitting into his hand before reaching back behind himself to lube
his own asshole. Abdul fully expected Jamal to be a top, but sat surprised
as the Muslim leader straddled his hips and sat down on his dick.

"uhh..." groaned Jamal just as Abdul's dick head pierced his anal opening.
	Abdul waited with bated breath as Jamal slowly took him all the way
inside, grounding his ass in Abdul's lap. Abdul watched as Jamal leaned
back on the bunk, balancing himself on one arm, stroking his own hard dick
with the other, and riding his ass up and down on Abdul's 8 inch pipe with
his ass.
	Abdul thought Jamal's ass was tight and muscular as the asshole
gripped his manhood firmly, then slithered up and down. Jamal masturbated
while riding Abdul's dick, fucking himself as he jerked himself to climax.

	Abdul simply lay back and enjoyed, holding onto Jamal's hips as
they flew up and down in his lap. In the dark of night they could barely
see each other except for the night lights illuminating in from the main
floor of the Block. Jamal stroked furiously as he fucked himself
silly. Abdul could feel the tight anal ring choking his dick as it slid up
and down his shaft. He looked down at Jamal's juicy dick which began
leaking pre-cum, a sure sign indication that climax is near. Jamal started
to fuck himself harder, driving his ass down in Abdul's lap with faster
bounces. Abdul felt his dick starting to throb once again, despite having
already cum merely 5 minutes before. He tried holding off until after Jamal
came, not wanting to cum up inside the brutha without permission, --but
Jamal's asshole was doing a serious number on his dick. Abdul felt himself
quickly approaching another hard climax as he gripped Jamal by his waist
and squeezed.
	Jamal felt his asshole grow wet and sloppy as he continued to ride
Abdul's dick. Feeling the cum flood his anal cavity coupled with watching
Abdul squirm in bed like a fish out of water, caused Jamal's own climax to
erupt hot cum all over.

	Abdul was vaguely aware that his chest, neck, chin, and bottom lip
were being bathed in the inmate's squirting sperm until he licked his lips
and tasted the creamy mass.
	Jamal sat all the way down on Abdul's dick, feeling the erection
jump and jerk off inside him. His own dick lost the last of his load onto
Abdul's stomach before the two men regained their senses.

"Shit man..." was all Jamal said as he got up and staggered back over to
his bunk before flopping down on his back.
	Abdul sat in silence as he contemplated what just happened. He
fully expected to be the total bottom in this new relationship, but as if
seemed, he might have to switch rules!

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