Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 12:54:18 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-18

	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/18
COMPROMISING POSITIONS

Pt-1
	For the first time in a long time, former police officer Alan
Cooper awoke in good spirits. He got up, yawned and stretched, scratched
his ass through his prison underwear, and peed in the cell's toilet while
his cellmates (Bruce Gardner and Donald Blake) slept. "Wake up you fuck
heads! It's a new day!" he shouted.

"Shut the fuck up, Alan!" groaned Blake, still sleepy. Cooper walked over
to his bed, pulled back the covers, and smacked the younger inmate hard on
his buttock. When Blake didn't respond, Cooper slipped his hand down in the
former cop's draws and fingered his ass crack.

"Hey..! Get off of me you fucking freak!" yelled Blake, pushing Cooper
away.
	Cooper laughed good heartedly, sniffing his finger to smell Blake's
anal essence.

"ah...sweet!" he said, turning towards Gardner. "Tell me again, why didn't
we make this butt-nutt our cum catcher?" he asked, fisting his morning
hardon through his underwear.

"Cause he's one of us." said Gardner, getting up out of bed.

"Fuck that..., I'll trade his friendship for some cell booty anytime!" said
Cooper.

"Fuck you, dick head!" said Blake, getting up as well. "Try to fuck me, and
I'll twist those fucking nutts you call balls into juju beads!"  "Fine...,
so long as you do it with my cock down your throat!" joked Cooper.

"Give it a rest, Alan!" said Gardner, groggily. "Didn't you get enough cock
sucking last night?" he asked, referring to events from (last chap).

"My dick needs constant draining, Bruce! I'm not a sex camel like the rest
of you hump backs!" said Cooper, his hardon tenting out the front of his
underwear. "I'm heading down to Justine's..., at least I can get laid
there!" he said, leaving his cell.
	Alan Cooper walks down to Justine's cell, to find a line of horny
Aryans already there looking to dump their loads in him. 2 fuck him at a
time, using his mouth and ass simultaneously to speed the process, but
he'll still have quite a wait.

"What an asshole!" moaned Blake, heading for the toilet in his cell. "Why
are you so close to him?"

"He's hot headed and impetuous, but he's a good accomplice to have around."
said Gardner, throwing in his prison pants.

"I heard about you and Lidia..., sorry." said Blake, knowing how pro-family
Gardner had always been.

"Fucking bitch's out there giving MY pussy to some other asshole!" snarled
Gardner, angrily. "She knows there's not much I can do to her from here!"

"Maybe Myers, or Michelson can drive out to Colorado for you..., pay them a
visit? See what this guy's like?"

"I thought of that..." said Gardner, taking out a picture of his wife and
kids. "...but I ain't interested in seeing what that creep looks like..., I
want him dead!"


Pt-2
	By breakfast, all is abuzz about Sarge's arrest and dissension to
solitary confinement. Cartel leaders Duke Daniels and Raul Rodriquez leave
word to meet with the top Aryans to assess Sarge's rule. Unfortunately the
title of second in control was never fully established between the Aryan
leaders, leaving them to fight amongst themselves for control, with both
Hammer and Snake leading the charge for power as they argue quietly at the
head of the table.

"Well..., I nominate Bruce to be the next Aryan leader!" said Cooper, out
of nowhere.
	All the heads of Aryan Brotherhood turned and looked at him as if
he were crazy.

"YOU nominate, Bruce...?" laughed Snake, from the other end of the
table. "You're not even an official member yet..., seeing how you botched
up the hit we gave you to carry out!"

"We didn't botch anything!" defended Blake. "Sarge got himself arrested...,
throwing the entire prison in an uproar! How'r we supposed to pull a hit
with dozens of guards in riot gear and weapons running loose?"

"Yeah! Your Sarge dropped the ball, leaving us all in a bind!" added
Cooper. "And worse yet..., he wasn't even smart enough to place a second in
command! What kind of drill sergeant operates like that?"
	The table started to mummer in agreement.

"Hey..., yo! Who the fuck'r YOU guys to come here and talk bad about
Sarge?!" freaked Snake. "That ole man ran this block for decades! He made
us what we are today!"

"And what exactly is that?" asked Gardner, adding in his 2cents. "Hiding in
the bowels of the prison while the niggers and the spics have the run of
the joint? Letting them pop half the credits for drug sells?"

"Check the demographics dude..., prison's overrun by them! They make over
half our drug sells!" said Hammer.

"Doesn't mean they have to pocket half the money!" responded
Gardner. "Look, their mooks! Cavemen! Monkeys without tails! Most of them
can barely speak, let alone count! There's no reason why we shouldn't be
getting a bigger cut of the pie!" argued Gardner, causing the Aryans to
think twice. "And with ME as your new leader..., I can make that happen!"

"YOU?!!" asked Snake, nearly choking on his food. "Who fucking died and
left you the keys to the kingdom? This is an ARYANS matter, PIGS ain't
allowed inside!!"

"Who do you want to lead you into the next decade? A cop with connections,
brains, and the know how to push this block further..., or some grade
school drop outs who couldn't pull off a successful convenient store
robbery?"

"Yo bro..., YOU in this prison with us! Ain't like you no Einstein either!"
defended Snake.

"No..., but I managed to shake down over 100,000 dollars from the nigger
dealers before I got turned on by members of my own department, I think
that aces any accomplishments you two nimrods could manage any day!"
	The table fell silent, Gardner could practically hear the wheels of
changing minds turning in their empty heads.


Pt-3 "Fucking sonovabitch!!" yelled Snake, punching the wall of his
cell. "That sneaky bastard done stole our position! How the FUCK can he
just walk in here and take over like that? What were we here for all this
time, putting in our dues, just to watch some fucking ex-cop pig snatch it
from up under us?"

"Calm down, man. Getting pissed and breaking your fucking hand won't change
anything!" said Hammer, equally angry.

"I'm just PISSED OFF, man! I need to hit something! AAARRRHHHHH!!!"
screamed Snake, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"We need to get a message to Sarge..., he needs to know what's going on
here!"

"Good luck with that! That fucking Warden ain't gonna allow him no
visitors!"

"Then we need to call in a favor from one of the guards..." suggested
Hammer.


Pt-4
	Calling home to talk to family is always a favorite past time for
inmates. For some, just hearing the familiar voices of the people you love
the most, means everything. Being reminded that there are still people out
there in the world that love and wait for you to come home, make baring the
prison life worth it.
	For Alex Sanchez, it meant the world. At this point in life (where
his sexuality had been compromised by being raped by Raul and his brother
Carlos [chap-2, pt-4], to agreeing to becoming their youngest brother
David's official "boyfriend" behind bars [chap-5, pt-4], to lately finding
mixed feeling towards David's older brother Raul [chap-17, pt-2] ), he
really needed to hear family to remind him who he was. Prison has a way of
playing on your mind. Outside traditions and lifestyles mean nothing once
the prison doors lock, and you're looking at a long stretch of time under
your belt. Sometimes things get twisted and distorted, sometimes they're
real and upfront. Alex felt at a crossroads, a threshold in his life that
needed to be crossed. He didn't realize how much he actually cared about
David Rodriguez, until he told him that he'd cheated on him with another
man (chap-13, pt-2). Since then things hadn't been the same. David's tried
apologizing to Alex, but Alex felt totally betrayed and played for a
sucker. On top of that, word was starting to get around that he and David
were lovers, or so he thought (showed to be a con in chap-17, pt-2). Alex
really felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, about to be
pushed off. He needed someone to talk to about his thoughts and feelings,
and decided to seek the help of the only religious leader he knew.

"uh..., Muhammad, right?" he asked, walking up to the afro american Muslim
as he sat in the sun on a courtyard bench reading over his Quran.
	Muhammad looked up at him, squinting his eyes in the sunlight.

"Yeah..., Muhammad Saheed. And you are?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"I'm Alex..., Alex Sanchez." said Alex, shaking the older man's hand. "I
was, uh..." started Alex, looking around over his shoulder to see who was
watching. "...I was wondering if I could talk to you..., about something?
Something personal?"

"uh..., sure. Have a seat my brother." offered Muhammad, scooting over.
	Alex sat down beside him, wondering how he could start this off.

"I've uh..., I've been having this problem..., and I don't know who else to
turn to."

"What's the problem?" asked Muhammad, all ears.
	Alex looked down at the ground, too ashamed to look the older black
man in the eyes.

"It, uh..., it involves sex." he said under his breath. Muhammad took a
deep breath, fearing it would be something like that.

"Someone did something to you?" he asked, concerned.

"Huh? No. No, not that!" said Alex, not wanting to discuss the rape he
experienced. "I..., I agreed to be someone's boyfriend while we're in
prison..." said Alex, looking down at the ground. "...but I'm not gay, or
anything!" he added, feeling it necessary to say upfront.

"Okay..." said Muhammad.

"Anyway..., I agreed to be his friend, then I found out he cheated with
someone else..., and I'm feeling..., I dunno..."

"Jealous? Upset?" asked Muhammad.

"Yeah!" answered Alex, surprised Muhammad wasn't being judgmental. "I
didn't know I would feel this way! It's really surprising me! I..., I don't
know how I'm supposed to react!"

"Well..., sex is emotional, not just physical. So it only stands to reason
that when you had sexual relations with this person, that you became
emotionally involved. But you didn't really realize it until he strayed."
explained Muhammad. "It's really only natural. But tell me..., how do you
feel about him now? Do you still want to be with him?"

"I don't know." said Alex, truthfully. "I feel like he played me for a
fool. And worse yet..., I think I'm having feelings for someone else!"

"OH..!" responded Muhammad, not seeing that one coming.

"I'm really confused right now." moaned Alex, feeling torn. "Am I gay now,
or what?"
	Muhammad sat back and thought for a minute.

"I don't know if I'd call you GAY, per say." said Muhammad. "I mean...,
we're in a male state prison..., the only way to insure you're totally
straight is by refraining from any sexual intercourse whatsoever. But I
understand that's hard." he added from his own experience.

"But I bet YOU've refrained!" assumed Alex, thinking Muhammad's religious
beliefs held him a step above the rest of them. Muhammad lowered his head
(a silent indication of his guilt), but said nothing to change Alex's
assumption.

"If you don't mind my asking..., what is you position in these
relationships? Are you the giver or the taker?" asked Muhammad.

"uh..., in the first one, I'm the taker. But in the second one, I'd
probably be the giver." answered Alex, honestly.

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I dunno. I have mixed emotions, I guess. But he really seems cool. He
protected me from getting hurt. He watches over me, makes sure I'm okay."
reasoned Alex.

"Hmmm..., protects you, eh?" thought Muhammad aloud. He knew a lot of
inmates used the promise of protection as a trade off for sexual
gratitude. He wondered if Alex's friend wasn't playing on his sympathy, or
his fears of getting prison fucked by a group of inmates. "Have you taken
it, before? As a bottom, I mean?"

"Yes. Once." said Alex.

"Well..., I can't really say if having a bottom relationship with another
man in prison makes you gay or not..., that's something only YOU can decide
once you get back into the real world. Rather or not you go back to women
exclusively, or stay messing around with men. I don't understand what you
expect me to say?"

"I don't either..." said Alex, not feeling any better than before. This was
becoming more complicated that ever.

"Look my brother..., whatever you decide to do, do it for yourself. Don't
let others dictate how you live. If it's a religious issue, take it up with
your god. If you wish to seek religious guidance from me, I could arrange
something..., but I'll leave that to your discretion." said Muhammad,
getting up from the bench just as his cellmate Abdul walked up.

"Thanks, man. I'll think about that." said Alex, taking that as his que to
leave.

"Sup, man?" asked Abdul, shaking hands with Muhammad. "What was that all
about?"

"Oh.., brother needed some guidance on some personal issues. I offered to
teach him if he wanted it." explained Muhammad.

"Personal issues, eh?" asked Abdul, skeptically. "He trying to talk to you?
Make some kind of date?"

"Date?" asked Muhammad, taken by the choice of words.

"Yeah..., date!" repeated Abdul. "I'm sure I'm not the only brotha here
that sees how sexy you are!"
	Muhammad laughed, looking around to make sure no one was
listening. "You look so damn good, I'm ready to drop to my knees right now
and show you how sexy you are!"

"Another Nakia, eh?" joked Muhammad, playing into Abdul's flirting. "If the
populace knew what we were discussing..., they would be completely
shocked!"

"Discussing? If they caught us one evening...!" said Abdul.

"Let's try to keep this relationship on the downlow, Abdul. I'm not exactly
ready to have my entire personal life on public display at the moment."

"Okay by me." said Abdul. "So long as everybody knows you're off the dating
block!"


Pt-5
	The weights room is where you'd most likely find inmates Marvin
Rollins and Duke Daniel at practically anytime of the day. Both men are big
powerhouses when it comes to body, but both are shaped very different in
terms of build.
	While Marvin his 5-11 and 250 lbs of solid muscle, he is formed
with a very stocky looking build and a thick neck & thighs. Duke is 6-3,
190 lbs of pure muscle, with bulging neck, shoulders, chest, and bicep
muscles from heavy weight lifting. They usually spot each other while
lifting. One this day, Duke is lying on his back, pressing heavy weights
while Marvin stands over head making sure his arms doesn't give out.
	Duke is well into his reps before he starts to look up and notices
he could see Marvin's family's jewels hanging midway down his leg
shorts. Duke's first instinct is to laugh and joke, not taking the peeking
jewels too seriously. But then he starts to think back to the sexual
encounter he shared with Marvin and Malik, watching Malik slide his
delectable ass up and down Marvin's thick fat elephant dick (chap-14). Duke
recalled how competitive he felt while fucking Malik, wanting to show up
Marvin by fucking Malik as hard as he could. His only thoughts were of
pulverizing that ass, fucking it so hard and strong that there wouldn't be
much (if any) left for Marvin to fuck. But Marvin showed Duke up by
allowing Malik the chance to pick the position he fucked him in, then made
the prison guard cum without touching himself while riding up and down on
Marvin's thick pole. Duke doesn't consider himself gay, nor have he ever
been on the receiving end of a dick. But for some odd reason, he now found
himself staring up at Marvin's flaccid penis (the fat head peeking out at
him along with its hairy friends) and wondering what it felt like to touch
it.
	The thought consumed his train of thinking for that time, as he
pushed himself well beyond his daily goal. Marvin voiced his concern to
Duke's about pushing himself too hard too fast, watching his muscles bulge
from the strain as his body burst into a cold sweat. But Duke continued to
press, his eyes focused on Marvin's jewels as his own dick started to
harden and lengthen in his shorts. He pumped and pumped and pumped and
pumped and pumped, pushing himself pass his limits as his arms began to
strain and wobble. He ignored Marvin's warning even though he knew he was
close to giving out. He pushed and pushed, unwilling to give up his view,
until the last possible moment when he could barely raise the bar an inch
off his chest. Marvin stepped in closer (his dick practically touching
Duke's forehead), reached down, and lifted the weight up off of Duke's
chest. Easing them back up onto the rack, he started to chastise Duke for
pushing pass his limit. All the while Duke continued to look up his leg
shorts.

"You the only nigga I know can get a hardon from pumping weights!" laughed
Marvin, moving on to another apparatus.


Pt-6
	Alex Sanchez found himself playing a friendly game of basketball
with several members from his block. Sweaty bodies and dark olive skin
(some hairy, some smooth) glistened hotly in the baking sun. Alex needed to
drown out the emotions blaring through his mind, causing him to doubt his
sexuality and lose his mind.
	It was right after he'd finished running a fantastic text-book
lay-up, that he noticed David Rodriguez standing off to the side of the
court watching him. Alex stared over at him for a moment, trying to figure
if NOW was the right time to talk. He tossed the ball back to his friends,
then excused himself with a time-out as he slowly jogged over towards
David.

"Hey..." said David nervously, holding his hands in his pockets
innocently. "You look good out there!" he smiled, awkwardly.

"What's up?" asked Alex, ignoring the compliment as he contemplating
putting on his t-shirt.

"Look Alex..., I know I fucked up! I've apologized for what I did! I know
you don't trust me now, but I really don't want to stop what we have!"
pleaded David, heartfelt. Alex looking around, staring mostly at the ground
while David spoke, trying to avoid looking into his beautiful bedroom
eyes. "I think we're good together. I really like you, and I'm sorry for
what I did. Please let me make it up to you! Put me on some type of
punishment, scream at me, smack me across the face! Anything, I don't care!
Just don't stop fucking me!"
	Alex chuckled at the last statement, finally looking up into David
face. Suddenly the tension was much lighter. "I'm serious..." smiled David,
happy to see Alex's cute smile once more. "...I LOVE the way you fuck
me. The way you kiss me. Cum inside of me. I love the taste of your cum...,
your sweat, the way your balls fit in my mouth..."

"Stop...!" giggled Alex, looking around suspiciously. "...you're making me
hard!"

"Good!" said Alex, looking down at Alex's crotch. "Maybe you'll come back
to my cell and let me drain it?" he suggested.

"It's not going to be that easy, David." said Alex, losing his cute smile.

"I know, baby..., but even though you're mad at me, there's no reason why
you should be walking around with full balls! Especially when you have a
bitch here ready to take it!"
	Alex's smile returned. Sound like sound reasoning to him. "When
we're done..., if you're still mad at me, you can just get up and leave. I
won't complain." insisted David. "I just want to be with you. To show you
that I still want to be your friend." Alex turned his back, thinking over
what David was offering. Sex sounded great. Alex found it hard to even
masturbate with a cellmate lying across from him. On the ball court, he
could see his buddies calling him back to the court to finish the
game. Alex put up his finger, telling them to wait one more minutes before
turning back to David.

"Okay, man..., I'll think about it, alright?" he said, backing away.

"Okay!" said David, hopeful. He smiled broadly as he watched Alex jot back
over to the fellas to resume their game. He stood there watching him play,
cheering him on secretly whenever he got the ball or made a spectacular
shot.
	Raul Rodriguez was standing over on the far side of the prison
yard, his view of both David and Alex clear and unobstructed. He passed off
drugs for money while keeping a close eye. He didn't like the reactions
Alex gave while talking to David, the smiles they both shared made it look
like they were making up. Raul felt he needed to do some extreme
intervention to stop them from reconciling. He looked down the court to the
other side, and saw a group of black inmates playing a game of b-ball of
their own. One of them was Genuwine. Raul's eyes narrows as he focused in
on the handsome black man. He would do well in helping Raul's schemes to
keep Alex away from David.


Pt-7
	Raul made arrangements with Duke, for an order of more drugs which
Duke would have delivered to Raul's party in the form of a "package". Raul
requested Genuwine as the courier, then sent David for the pickup. The
rendezvous was a stairwell (prisoners use the old stairwells of Piedmont
for drug deals and sex acts, as they are some of the only places known not
to have cameras hidden). David didn't think twice about the assignment,
having done drug runs before. He got to the stairwell at the appointed
time, only to find Genuwine waiting. The 2 men stopped and stared at each
other in shock. Genuwine was the first to react, as he broke into a big
grin.

"Sup, stranger?" he smiled, putting on his mack-game as memories of David
flew through his brain. "Long time no see. How you been?"

"Better than you, it seems." said David. "I heard you went and got yourself
stabbed! Did you ever find out who did it?"

"No..." said Genuwine, regrettably. "Could've been anybody." he added,
thinking of all of his enemies. "Want to see the scar?" he asked, lifting
his shirt.

"Damn..." wowed David, touching it gently. "...they got you good!"

"Yeah. I was lucky." admitted Genuwine, pulling his shirt back down.

"Are you nervous now about standing in the chow lines, not knowing who it
was that stabbed you?" asked David.

"Yeah. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder now. My boiz're looking out
for me too. If anybody try anything now, they're gonna get the shit beat
out of them!" informed Genuwine. "So..., did you miss me?" he asked,
smiling suave. David laughed, not wanting to answer. "Look man.., I'm sorry
about setting you up with my hommies last time..."

"Yeah! That was kinda fucked up, papi!" laughed David, recalling the pain
his asshole was in after that 3way bang (chap-12, Pt-5).

"I didn't know Pete and Wyome was gonna get crazy and fuck you that wild,
man! I'm sorry!" apologized Genuwine, genuinely. "I had a good thing going,
and I should've kept it to myself." David nodded in agreement, but said
nothing. "Maybe we can pick up where we left off?"

"I.., can't...!" said David, sorrowful. "...I'm seeing someone."

"So?" said Genuwine, pulling David into his arms.

"I HAVE to be good..." sighed David, squirming playfully to get free. "He's
a good man..."

"I'm a good man, too!" countered Genuwine, grinding his crotch into David's
as he reached around his waist to feel his ass. "Come on, baby..., for old
time's sake? I almost died, you know? This could help with my
recuperating..!" David laughed flirtatiously, as Genuwine leaned in to kiss
his neck.

"I can't, man..." protested David, feeling Genuwine's hands squeezing his
butt cheeks. Genuwine kissed and suckled his neck, slipping his hand down
into the ass of his pants to finger his ass crack.
	David gasped, having not been touched since the last time they
fucked. "Please man..., don't!" he pleaded, feeling Genuwine's hardon
pressing against him. David reached down and grabbed the bulge of his
hardon, feeling its length through the fabric of the prison pants. Genuwine
covered his mouth with his own, kissing him passionately as he pressed a
finger into the tight anus.

"Come on, baby..., just one more fuck? Please?" begged Genuwine, dying to
get back up in David's ass.
	David felt his pants go slack, falling down to his ankles as
Geuwine popped open the button. He managed to turn David around, promising
to eat his "pussy" for him if he let him in. David groaned with
anticipation as he turned his back on the handsome black male. Genuwine
bent down behind David, prying open the tan colored cheeks to reveal the
sweet looking shaved hole. Genuwine licked his lips, then leaned forward
and began licking the tender snack. David closed his eyes, loving the feel
of a wet tongue on his "pussy". Genuwine pressed his face all the way up
into his ass and began sucking his hole, sticking his tongue up inside and
flicking it in and out. David loved getting eaten by men who loved to eat
female pussy, he loved the way they flicked their tongues and sucked the
hole as if it were a fruit giving flavor. Genuwine felt the asshole pulse
and spasm on his tongue, and knew David wouldn't be able to resist a deep
fucking.

"You ready for this dick, baby?" he asked, standing to free his hardon.

"Yes, papi..., fuck me daddy..., give me that big dick!" pleaded David,
bending forward.
	Genuwine slapped his dick up to the slick ass crack, then started
to hump up and down. David could feel the full length if the black dick
sliding over his hole, the fat width fit snuggly up his crack gap, causing
a slick canal for Genuwine's dick to slide like a log. David felt the
intense heat rise in his loins as Genuwine humped him from behind, then
reached around to feel up his slim torso. "Don't tease me, papi..., give it
to me! I want it!"

"You got it, baby!" said Genuwine, aiming his dick up to the hole.
	He pressed in, feeling the tight hole slowly start to wedge
open. When the head finally popped in, the rest of the shaft was smooth
sailing. "OOoooo yeeeaahhh, papi..., yes! Fuck that rican ass, baby!"

"Whose pussy is this, boi?" asked Genuwine, slapping David on the rump.

"Yours, papi! It's your pussy, papi! Fuck it! Fuck it like you own it"
gasped David, bending further.

"I DO own it!" claimed Genuwine, thrusting all the way in.


Pt-8
	`Ricanvile' (rican prison block), Alex Sanchez finally comes in
from playing ball. He's feeling strong and energized after the game, with
excess energy to burn. He walks the catwalk of their cells, looking for his
boyfriend David. Alex won his basketball game, prompting him to want to
celebrate with some booty.

"Raul...!" he calls, spotting David's older brother talking with an
associate.

"Sup Alex?" asks Raul, sending his party on.

"Seen David?" asked Alex. "We're supposed to hook up today."

"Oh..., so you two made up?" asked Raul, suspecting as much.

"Yeah..." said Alex, catching a hint of disappointment in Raul's tone.

"That's kewl, blood. That's good. I know how you two feel for each other."
said Raul, trying to sound sincere. "Hope it works out this time."

"Me two." said Alex. "I really like your brother, Ra'."

"Kewl." said Raul, turning his back on him. "I sent David on a run! He
should've been back by now though!" added Raul, sounding convincing. "I can
go see what's keeping him so long, if you like. You can come with me if you
want?" he offered.

"Okay." said Alex, following Raul down the walk.
	They walked together in practical silence, Raul hoping to find his
brother and the Mandingo Genuwine secretly engaged in something
naughty. Raul hated having to turn on his brother, but he knew as a gay
man, David would be happier flaunting his sexuality with more than one
man. By setting him up, he frees David to mess around, and frees Alex to
settle down, with him.
	They entered the stairwell, hearing grunts and groans echoing
through the staircase like stereo sound. Down on the stairs were David and
Genuwine. David was lying across the steps with his pants down around his
ankles, Genuwine was on top of him, humping his brown ass up and down as he
sent his dick through David's backside. David was grunting loudly, trying
to stifle his moans while Genuwine went to town on his ass. He just
happened to look up the steps to see Alex and Raul looking down at him on
the next platform getting fucked.

"Stop...! Stop...!" begged David, quickly losing his excitement as his
mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"One more minute, baby! I'm almost there!" groaned Genuwine, fucking harder
as he suckled on David's neck and ear. He gripped his body tighter, getting
closer and closer to climax. He thrust his hips back and forth, driving his
dick deeper and deeper as his balls tightened and contracted in their hairy
sack. Genuwine shoved inward, ramming his dick all the way in and
came. "Here I come, baby! I'm cumming..., I'm cumming...! AAARRRHHHH...!!!"
he yelled, echoing through the stairwell in supersonic sound. Alex stormed
back up the steps, leaving the way he came in. Raul smiled to himself
before following Alex up the steps, while David slumped his head and sobbed
hopelessly.


Pt-9
	Back in Alex's cell, Raul puts up a bed sheet for privacy so Alex
could talk or cry (if necessary) in his presence. Alex sits on his own bed,
his head buried in his hands as Raul stands over him protectively. Raul
rubs the back of Alex's neck and shoulders supportively, trying to console
him. He shares with Alex how embarrassed he is of how "whorish" his brother
is acting. He chalks up David's behavior to him being gay, claiming David
may be too tempted to cheat by being imprisoned around nothing but
available dick. He tells Alex if he was HIS boy, he wouldn't have to worry
about being cheated on, as he wasn't attracted to men like his brother
David is. He goes on to say how he would watch Alex's back and take care of
him and any expenses he may need (i.e. cigarettes, snacks, TV, radio,
etc..) while in prison.
	He tells Alex that all he would need to do is suck his dick and
"put out every once in awhile." He rubs his crotch in front of Alex,
telling him since he's taken him on once already, he knows how it feels and
what to expect. He promises to be much gentler with Alex in the future,
making sure the sex would be good for both of them. Then he reminds Alex
that without him and his support, he may fall victim to more shower scenes
like the one he most recently rescued him from (chap-17, pt-2). Upon
hearing that, Alex feels compelled to do as Raul wants, as Raul slowly
unzips his pants and pulls out his hardon.

"Come on, Alex..., it won't be as bad as you think." he promised, guiding
his head towards his dick.
	Alex didn't fight or protest as his head was being led to
service. He opened his mouth and accepted his boyfriend's brother's dick,
taking it into his virgin mouth as he proceeded to give his very first blow
job.

"Yeeeaahh, that's it, man..." moaned Raul, finally feeling the fruit of all
his scheming and conniving. The moment he felt Alex's lips wrap around his
dick, he knew he did the right thing. Raul was not gay, and would never put
himself in the place of being called or considered a "faggot", but he had
to admit to himself that it was something sort of satisfying having sought
out the man he wanted, and going after him until he got him. Strangely
enough, it was the same satisfying feeling he got when he scored the pussy
he'd been wanting for the longest time. The courtship, the dance, the
conquer, it all seemed to fit here as well.
	For Raul, getting Alex (a straight guy) to blow him willingly, and
have him willingly agree to become his exclusive fuck-boy was like
conquering the Jewel Of The Nile. There was something sort of surmount
about making him submit, despite his heterosexual background and strong
scene of manhood. Raul knew Alex wasn't one of those easily submissive
boys, the kind that would suck a dick the first day of opposition without
so much of a fight. He knew that he probably would never have consented to
such a deal, had he not already experienced it on some level with David. So
in some way, Raul had David to think for getting Alex.

	For Alex, the world had just gone from confusing to chaotic. He
thought he knew himself as a man, as a man who liked only women. Then he
comes to prison and find David Rodriguez, and after months of turning down
his indecent proposals, he finally gives in and allows the man to blow
him. Like most men and blow job, "you can't just stop at one." He let David
continue to eat his dick despite the strong opposition from his
feelings. Eventually David talked Alex into fucking his ass, reasoning to
Alex's love for pussy. That's when things started to go down hill in a
handcart.
	First Raul rapes him after finding out he fucked David, then he
makes him promise to become David's monogamous lover while in prison for
the duration of their stay. From there on Alex and David become more and
more intimate, becoming lovers in reality as well as name. And now he finds
himself on his knees sucking dick. Somewhere in there Alex knows he made
himself a wrong turn.

	Every fiber of his being tells him this is wrong, that sucking
another man's dick is the lowest thing a man could be made to do for
another man. Yet oddly, he doesn't seem to mind.
	He takes in account that he'd just seen his boyfriend cheating with
another man, so maybe he is in shock. But at the same time, he finds the
smooth dick sliding back and forth over his tongue and through his lips not
unpleasant. He can see why gay men like it so much.

	Raul grabs his head and starts fucking his mouth, making him take
more and more until his mouth is filling full with nothing but dick. He
bobs his head as he tights his lips, sucking harder at the insistence of
the dick's owner by the pressure he places on his head.
	Alex isn't sure how long he'd been sucking Raul's dick, as time
seemed to stand still while he was being abused. But eventually he heard
Raul make the announcement that he was going to cum soon. Alex tired to
prepare himself, knowing Raul was going to flood his mouth with syrup, but
nothing could prepare anyone for such an explosion, as Raul's dick danced
and throbbed in Alex's mouth as if it had a life of its own.

"Aaawwww ffuuuuccckkk..." moaned Raul, shooting directly into Alex's
mouth. Alex gagged as the cum filled his oral cavity to the brim. It wasn't
until he was sure that Raul had stopped shooting that he removed his mouth
and swallowed. Raul looked down at Alex, patting him gently on the
head. "That was good, man. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
	Alex said nothing as Raul tucked and zipped. "I got some shit to
take care of, man..., how bout I check up on you later, see how you're
feeling. Kewl?" Alex nodded as Raul exited the cell. Alex got up off his
knees and laid back on his bed, noticing (for the first time) his neglected
hardon bending awkwardly in his pants. He ignored his dick as he placed his
hands behind his head and though about his future at Piedmont, with the
taste of semen in his mouth.

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