Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2007 21:08:32 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-33

	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/33
BLIND DATE

Pt-1

	22 yr old Correctional Officer Andrew Roberts had been through a
lot (emotionally) lately. Having joined the Correctional Officers at
Piedmont Penitentiary as a rookie, had turned out to be harder than he
hoped. Andrew dreamed of becoming a Philadelphia Police Officer since he
was a boy, but when turned down for the Academy, he turned to the
Corrections System to help train him. However, the older officers in the
prison, took it upon themselves to lie to the green and naïve youngling,
and tell him that "all guards go through an initiation gang-bang!" Andrew
thought 43 yr old veteran Officer Carl Peachtree was lying, but when 49 yr
old partner Reggie Reinhold confirmed it, Andrew fell for the bait and
allowed the 2 men to double team him anally.

	The hoax went on for several sessions, with both Peachtree and
Reinhold fucking Andrew repeatedly, --Andrew began to wonder again if the
initiation was a lie, when Correctional Officer Malik Jones turned down a
chance to initiate him. But Peachtree and Reinhold was a step ahead, by
recruiting 38 yr old Officer Darrin Daniels in the mix. Daniels too said
the initiation existed, fucking Andrews in a 3-way gang bang in the Guard's
Sleeping Quarters (Chap-28, pr-1). However, Andrews found out once and for
all that the initiation was indeed a lie, when he confronted Officer Malik
Jones alone in the locker room shower. Jones admitted to Andrew that the
senior Officers lied to him, some sick twisted joke to rub egg in the face
of the rookie.
	Andrew felt like shit afterwards, but not for the reasons Malik
thought. Andrew confessed that his life was left in shambles, only because
he discovered during the bogus initiation that he liked it. Andrew went on
to explain how his life was turned up side down because of the joke the
Officers did to him. What he thought he knew about himself; --his
heterosexuality, his faith, his sense of self, went totally out the
window. He now doubted who he was, --confused about his sexuality, was he
straight, was he gay? He didn't know anymore. But Andrew knew he had a
strong attraction for Malik ever since the day he first met him at work.

	Andrew's first day started normal enough; he was greeted by the
Warden, and welcomed into Piedmont's Correctional Institution. In the
locker room he met most of his co-workers; Peachtree, Reinhold, Daniels, 29
yr old Joseph Dobbins, 35 yr old Donald McGee, 30 yr old Jerry Cobbs, --and
26 yr old Malik Jones.
	All the men greeted him warmly, except for Malik who seemed a bit
standoffish from the rest (now Andrew understood why). But even though
Malik didn't say much, Andrew felt drawn to him, like a kindred
soul. Perhaps it was because the two were the closest in age, --who knows?
All Andrew knew was that each time he saw Malik, he felt the irresistible
urge to speak to him, to let Officers Malik know he was alive.

	That night in the shower, when Malik admitted to Andrew that the
initiation was a lie, they ended up making love (at least that's how Andrew
saw it) right there on the shower floor. Andrew remembers Malik touching
him, comforting him and whispering words of encouragement. Andrew's not
sure how it happened (as the next moments are a bit foggy in his head), but
soon after he was on his hands and knees getting ass fucked by the guy he
felt the most attracted to.
	Malik fucked Andrew with the skills of a man twice his age. Andrew
felt completely safe and secure in his hands. He felt Malik's 7 inch dick
moving effortlessly in and out of his buttock, and loved every single
solitary moment of it, --especially the moment where he came a tidal-wave
of hot cum up in his ass.

	Andrew hoped that would be the start of a budding new friendship,
but thus far Malik's and his paths hadn't crossed, --until now.
	Andrew was completely surprised when he got a phone call from Malik
out of the blue, asking if he'd like to come to his place for dinner?
Andrew was beside himself with excitement. "Sure Malik..., should I bring
anything in particular?" –he asked, his dick already hardening in his pants
over the phone. "No, just you" said Malik, sweetly. Andrew hung up the
phone after getting the time and directions, his loins already to boil as
he quickly jacked off before heading for the shower.

	He pulled up in his black Toyota 627z in front of 26 yr old
Correction Officer's West Philadelphia apartment building, nervous as all
hell as he quickly checked his breath and teeth in the visor-board mirror
before exiting the car. This is the first time he'd been invited over to a
co-worker's house for dinner, and he was extremely glad that it was Malik.
	He climbed the front steps to the front door, and rang the 2nd
floor apt 2-A bell. Malik answered, buzzing Andrew up. Andrew entered the
building with his heart racing, and his dick throbbing. Surely Malik wanted
a reenactment of their last encounter? Was he as smitten for Andrew as
Andrew was for him? Andrew certainly hoped so as he climbed the stairs to
the 2nd floor, anticipation eating at his loins like a cancer.

	Inside the apartment, Malik was just setting the place sets. His
other guest, --police Captain David L. McConnell, was sitting on the sofa
drinking a glass of wine when the doorbell downstairs rang. "Malik...?" he
called into the kitchen, "...you expecting guests?" he asked, unsure.

	Malik came rushing out of the kitchen, --breezing by the Captain
who sat uneasy on the sofa as Malik walked over to the intercom and said
"Hello?". After buzzing someone in, he turned to David who looked even more
bewildered, and said..., "If I told you this was a blind date, would you
have come?"

"Blind date...? Malik...!!" yelled McConnell, getting up from his seat, and
accidentally spilling red wine on his shirt. "Dammit..." he cursed, angry
at the situation, --not the stain. "I'm too OLD for this!"
	Malik rushed over to his aid.

"You can go into the bathroom and get that stain out...!" insisted Malik,
ushering McConnell into the other room. Just then, there was a knock on the
door. Malik ran over to answer. "Andrew...!" he smiled, inviting his
co-worker in. Andrew walked in timidly, nervous about the whole meeting as
he handed Malik a 6-pak of brew, and kissed him fully on the lips. Malik
was somewhat surprised by the overly warm show of affection, and pulled
back before Andrew was finished.

"uh..., come in!" said Malik, closing the door behind him. "Have a seat!
Would you like a drink? A red wine, maybe?" he asked, checking his taste.

"A beer's fine!" said Andrew, unable to wipe the nervous smile off his
face. It was all he could do to contain the permanent hardon pressing at
his fly. Malik handed him one of the bottles of beer he'd just brought with
him, and took the rest into the kitchen.
	Andrew got up to look at the table setting, confused when he saw 3
places.

"Are we having company?" he asked, looking down at the table when Malik
re-entered the room. Malik knew it was now or nothing...

"I invited a friend over with us!" he said, a bright twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, uh..., I wasn't expecting a 3sum..., but if that's what you want..."
offered Andrew, unknowingly.

"No...no..." laughed Malik, dismissing the thought. "...I wanted YOU to
meet him! The friend's here for YOU!"

"For me?" asked Andrew, confused. "But I thought..."

"This stain isn't coming out, Malik!" yelled McConnell, walking back into
the living room in a wife-beater, --his wet stained shirt in hand.
	He froze in place when he saw Malik's company. Both men stared
awkwardly at each other.

"Oh, uh..., David..., this is Andrew, Andrew, --David!" he introduced. The
2 men nodded hello and shook hands before parting quickly. David looked at
Malik with widened eyes, silently telling him off for setting him up!
"uh..., Andrew's a Correctional Officer like myself..." he continued,
carrying the conversation. "...we work together at Piedmont."

"You don't say!" smiled McConnell, weakly.

"Oh..., and Andrew..., David's a Police Captain! He was my boss when I was
a cop!" said Malik, knowing Andrew had aspirations of becoming an officer
someday.

"Really?" asked Andrew, perking up some. "I always wanted to be a Police
Officer!"

"Oh really..." asked McConnell, watching Malik sneak off into the
kitchen. "...why haven't you tried out for the Academy?"

"I did..." frowned Andrews. "...they rejected me." he said, almost with a
pout.

"Well, don't let that deter you if it's what you really want to do!"
insisted McConnell, wondering what was taking Malik so long to return from
the kitchen.

"It must be nice..., being a cop I mean!" continued Andrew. "It's all I
ever wanted to be after a drunk driver killed my brother! His alcohol level
was well over the limit!"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." said McConnell, sincerely.

"Dinner..., is served!" yelled Malik, pushing through the swinging door and
carrying a large China bowl with spaghetti in it. Andrew and McConnell
walked over to the table, taking the seats Malik strategically placed
around the table.
	Dinner consisted of spaghetti and meat-sauce with grated cheese and
French bread rolls. A red wine complimented the meal, which Andrew allowed
himself to sample for the first time (to fit in). During dinner, Andrew
kept asking McConnell things regarding police work. McConnell found
Andrew's enthusiasm over his job flattering. He and Malik shared stories
over their meal about cases and incidents which happened to them in the
line of work. It was only after McConnell spoke of capturing Christopher
Gardner, --`The Penile Killer', that Andrew recalled seeing McConnell on
the news.

"Damn man..., you're practically a celebrity!" he laughed, chinking glasses
with the older man. McConnell laughed as well, looking over at Malik as he
raised his wine glass to his lips.
	After dinner was over, Malik had the 2 men reside in the living
room while he cleared dishes, made coffee, and set desert. McConnell led
Andrew into the living room, both taking seats on the sofa as they
continued to talk. Malik was smiling ear to ear, thinking he'd successfully
hooked up 2 good men looking for someone nice. While he was in the kitchen
tidying up, Andrew asked McConnell how close was he to Malik?

"Well, uh..." said McConnell, shifting in his seat. He wasn't too sure what
Malik told the boy about their past. "...we were roommates for awhile after
I allowed him to stay with me for a time." he said, vaguely.

"Do you know if he's single, or seeing anyone?" asked Andrew.

"uh..., no. Why?" asked McConnell.

"We kinda messed around at work the other day..., and I was hoping that
tonight meant he was interested in continuing something..., --but then he
invited you!" confided Andrew, as McConnell choked back a WHAT!

"So..., you and Malik...?" asked McConnell, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah." smiled Andrew, blushing. "I'm kinda new to this..., but I found
myself attracted to Malik. One night I caught him in the shower after
working late shift..., and...we got it on!"

"Really?" smiled McConnell, taking another sip of wine

"Yeah. He was great! He..., topped me." whispered Andrew, as if it were a
secret. Then suddenly, he got a thought in his head. "Oh, uh..., you DID
know about Malik messing around with men, right? I mean..., seeing as he
was hoping WE would hook up...!"

"Oh, yeah..., I knew." said McConnell, excusing himself for another drink.
	Andrew sat back relaxing, allowing the wine and beer to settle in
him while McConnell made a B-line into the kitchen.

"Hey...!" smiled Malik once McConnell entered the room. "...how about
Andrew, eh? Cute right?"

"Malik, I'm just curious..." started McConnell, setting his dirty glass
down as he prepared himself to speak. "...did you set Andrew and me up
because you thought we'd make a nice couple? Or because you wanted to get
the 2 of us out of your hair after fucking us?"

"Huh..??" asked Malik, thrown by the question.

"Andrew just told me that you and HE had just..., "got it on" in the
showers at your job recently! Apparently he was impressed enough to want a
second date, --and fully expected THIS was it when you invited him over!
Only low and behold..., here I AM, the other lover you dumped! Coincidence?
I think not!" yelled McConnell, storming from the kitchen.

"David..., wait!" yelled Malik, abandoning his deserts. He ran out into the
living room after McConnell, who was donning his soiled shirt. "Let me
explain...!"

"I think I have it all figured out, Malik! And to tell you the truth..." he
said, turning towards him. "...I'm a little MORE than insulted!!"

"But why...? Andrew's a nice guy!" said Malik, causing Andrew to pick his
head up off his chest.

"huh...?"

"No offense, Andrew..." said McConnell, "...but I'm not looking to be set
up with another one of Malik's exes!"

"Exes?" asked Andrew, getting into the conversation. "What's HE talking
about?"

"I fucked Malik too!" said McConnell, blatantly. "We were lovers before he
left the Force!"

"You two...were...?" asked Andrew, slow on the up-drift.

"He's trying to set up both up because he doesn't want anymore to do with
either of us! That's it in a nutshell!" explained the Captain.

"Is that true, Malik?" asked Andrew, sadly.

"NO! Of course not!" said Malik, unconvincingly.

"Fuck it, --I'm out of here!" said McConnell, headed for the door.

"Wait for ME..." said Andrew, also heading for the door, his heart broken
after Malik's betrayal.

"Guys...wait!!" yelled Malik from the top of the steps as they descended
the stairs. McConnell reached the bottom safely, while Andrew somehow
missed a step, and sipped all the way down to the bottom as if on
skies. McConnell caught him at the landing, informing him he was WAY too
drunk to drive home alone.

"Well..., I'm not staying here where I'm not wanted!!" stated Andrew,
definitely pouting.

"I'll drive you home!" offered McConnell, showing Andrew his way to his
car.

	Malik returned to his dirty kitchen, his plan having blown up in
his face. Perhaps he should have told the 2 men his intentions before hand,
--or perhaps had come clean about his involvement with both of them. Either
way, he fucked up. Now both of them were mad at him. He cursed himself for
not foreseeing this fiasco, and started the daunting task of cleaning up.

Pt-2

	McConnell was pissed at Malik's trickery. What's more..., he was
pissed that he'd had the same idea as Andrew; thinking Malik had invited
him over for a romantic interlude. He'd even allowed himself to fantasy
that Malik had finally come to his senses, and was ready to resume their
hot and tumultuous relationship. He felt just as big a fool as
Andrew. Bigger even, --as he was older.
	He had driven for about 10 minutes, replaying the whole evening in
his head, when he suddenly realized he had no idea where Andrew lived.

"You awake?" he asked, looking over at Andrew as he looked out the car
window.

"Yes." he answered, without looking back.

"I need your address." said McConnell, not even knowing if he were headed
in the right direction.

"Oh." said Andrew, without adding much more. "How old are you?" he suddenly
asked, looking over at McConnell. "McConnell suddenly felt uneasy, as if
being judged.

"51." answered the older Officer hesitantly.

"You're lying!" said Andrew, not believing it.

"No..., I'm 51!" assured McConnell.

"No way, man!" said Andrew, staring at McConnell's profile. "I would have
said 40 at the oldest!"
	McConnell laughed, his ego stroked good.

"I would think the salt and pepper hair would have gave my age away!" he
smiled, still driving into the unknown.

"The salt and pepper hair is why I said 40!" said Andrew, making McConnell
smile broader. "You must work out a lot! Your body isn't even wrinkled!"
	McConnell snickered. Exercise certainly helped. "Why did you two
break up?"

"Well..., that's uh...a long story."

"If it's too personal, I understand." said Andrew. "It's just..., if Malik
didn't want to be with YOU..., what chance did I have?" he asked, more to
himself than McConnell.

"Don't think like that, Andy..., there's a lot going on in Malik's life
that you just might not be aware of!" explained McConnell, vaguely. "It's
not you..., it's him!"

"I guess." said Andrew, feeling no better.
	McConnell looked over at Andrew, sensing a bit of depression in him
similar to that which Malik used to have. He tired reading Andrew's face,
but he was turned in the other direction.

"Was Malik your first..., date?" asked McConnell. "Was he the first guy
you..., liked?"

"Yeah." answered Andrew. "I've been so confused, lately..., unsure which
category I belong in, --you know?"

"Maybe you can explain?" asked McConnell.

"Well..., I never messed around with another guy until I started working at
the prison, now all of a sudden I find myself thinking these crazy
thoughts, looking at men in ways I never allowed myself to before! I
actually allowed someone to fuck me! And when I thought I might have found
someone who could show me where I truly belong..., it turns out he was
trying to pawn me off!"

"Sorry..." said McConnell, knowing he was the one that blew up Andrew's
illusions.

"It's wasn't your fault." said Andrew.

"Well..., if it's any consolation..., Malik was right, --you're cute!"
smiled McConnell.
	Andrew beamed.

"So are you." he countered, blushing. "In fact..., had Malik told me in
advance that this was a blind date..., I would have been pleased when I saw
you walk in!" he said bashfully, his head hanging low.

"Really?" asked McConnell, feeling good about himself. He stared out into
the road ahead, still unsure where he was taking Andrew. "Would you uh..."
he started, feeling a little nervous all of a sudden. "...would you be
interested in going someplace for a drink? Some coffee maybe?"

"Sure!" jumped Andrew, --gunho.
	McConnell took Andrew to a street-side café in his own neighborhood
(Manayunk), where they sat out doors and soaked up the local
ambience. McConnell explained how he has 3 adult children; David jr -29,
Mia (daughter) -26, Elliott -21, and an ex-wife (Christina) while now
considering himself gay (history told in Precinct-23).
	Despite their vast age difference, Andrew found himself attracted
to the Police Captain. The more he thought about it, the more he
flirted. Once back in McConnell's car, Andrew admitted "if I didn't still
live at home with my parents, I'd invite you over."

"I appreciate that..." said McConnell, starting his car. "...but I don't
live with MY parents!" he smiled, causing Andrew to giggle.
	At McConnell's Point-Breeze Apt, Andrew was impressed by the older
man's tastes. McConnell offered Andrew something to drink, then explained
to him that "I am not in the habit of chasing young men such as you and
Malik." he clarified upfront. "I just don't want you thinking I'm some
dirty old man..."

"I don't think that at all!" said Andrew, as McConnell stepped in close,
then slowly dropped his head to kiss him. Andrew felt McConnell's lips
touch his own, and closed his eyes to enjoy it. Slowly the kiss became more
intense as lips parted and tongues extended. McConnell stuck his tongue
into Andrew's mouth, then started swabbing from inside out. Andrew was
nearly overcome as the older man smothered him with a hot, long, lingering,
French kiss.

	Andrew gasped for breath by the time McConnell broke. He wasn't
used to being the submissive in a kissing match. Girls were usually on the
opposite end of his lips, and he felt a little out of his league with the
51 yr old Captain.
	McConnell lead Andrew to the sofa where they could relax and enjoy
their drinks. He turned on a movie while they talked to lighten the
atmosphere. McConnell thought Andrew was reluctant about going any further,
when in truth, Andrew was dying to continue. After about 10 minutes of
movie watching, Andrew suddenly got the nerve to straddle McConnell's
thighs, and kiss him head-long and center. McConnell accepted the challenge
(and tongue), and suckled Andrew's tongue as well. Andrew started rubbing
his hips back and forth, rubbing his hardon against McConnell's flat
stomach. McConnell reached his hands up under the back of Andrew's shirt,
massaging his back and feeling his soft skin. When he moved his kisses down
to Andrew's neck, Andrew melted like butter on a hot tin roof.

	Up until now, all of Andrew's sexual experiences with men had been
one sided. Peachtree, Reinhold, Daniels, even Malik, had all took their
pleasures from him, not returning any other than the rough (sometimes
painful) massage of his prostate. No one kissed and caressed his body like
McConnell did, taking the time to make sure HE got pleasure also.
	McConnell unbutton the front of Andrew's shirt, and peeled it off
his back before lifting off his t-shirt to expose his torso. Andrew (5-10,
lite [high yellow] skin with a slim to med-medium build, was clean face
with soft pink luscious lips and dark blk hair) felt McConnell's (6-1,
mulatto lite skin with a hairy medium muscular build including 6-pak abs,
with salt & pepper hair and a full mustache) lips latch onto his left
nipple and begin to suck. Andrew had never had anyone perform such suction
on his nipples before, and couldn't believe how the sensation had his skin
breaking out in goose-bumps. McConnell switched from one nipple to the
other, taking great care to give them equal time until they were both
standing stiff and shinning wetly with his saliva.

	Andrew could take anymore preliminaries, and started tearing at
McConnell's clothing. He unbutton his soiled wine stained shirt, lifted his
wife-beater to reveal his hairy torso as he kissed his way down the front
of the man's body towards his crotch. McConnell wasn't sure how much
experience Andrew had with male sex, but by the time he managed to open the
good Captain's linen pants and pull his thick hard 9 and 1/2 inch curved
mulatto dick into the open, his mouth was salivating like a hungry dog at
feeding time.
	Andrew (a novice) took McConnell's dick head into his mouth and
started sucking. McConnell contented himself with just watching the
pleasure on Andrew's face as he sucked his dick like a small child with his
first summer-time popcicle. Andrew's eyes were closed and his face had the
far away look to it. His soft pink lips wrapped around McConnell's mulatto
crowbar, and lapped away contently for what seemed like hours. He jacked
the long hard shaft with his hands, feeling the curved thickness as he
looked down at it cross-eyed at the thing of beauty. He tried bobbing his
head, but McConnell dick was just too thick to take in, he needed a little
more experience before he would be able to stretch his mouth that far to
accommodate even a fraction of it.

	McConnell allowed Andrew to get his feel of his dick, sucking away
the pre-cum and enjoying the flavor of the shaft as he licked his way up
and down the edges. When McConnell felt his was ready, he picked Andrew up
off the floor, then proceeded to finish undressing him. Once completely
naked in his birthday suit, McConnell got to enjoy the full view of
Andrew's gorgeous body.
	He switched positions, sitting Andrew on the sofa while he took
Andrew's place on the floor between his spread legs. Andrew had no idea
what a treat he was in stored for, as McConnell teased the tip of his leaky
dick with his extended tongue. Once licking away the pre-drops that formed
there, McConnell took the entire 6 and 1/2 inch manhood into his
mouth. Andrew gasped as his head hit the back cushion. With his nose and
mouth buried in Andrew's pubic bush and balls, McConnell started swirling
his tongue around the shaft, giving off the impression that Andrew's dick
had been somehow put into a washing machine. He gasped, groaned, grunted,
and cooed as McConnell bathed his entire dick in a warm encasement of
spit. By the time McConnell started to suction and bob his head, Andrew's
dick was throbbing and spitting forth it's first load.

	Caught off guard, McConnell managed to consume the entire burst of
semen as Andrew panted and squirmed as if attached to electros. Once his
first orgasm was over, McConnell scooted Andrew down in the sofa and
proceeded to lick and suck his balls. Andrew "ahh'd" at the feel of
McConnell's tongue lapping at his baby-makers, then cooed like an Eskimo
when he encased both balls into his warm mouth and whirled them around
gently. Andrew's dick never loss its erection while McConnell sucked his
balls.
	Once done that, McConnell spread Andrew's legs further, then dove
down further between the tight taut buns to suckle the sweet pink hole
nestled in-between. Andrew's eyes bulged as McConnell lay nasty wet French
kisses on his asshole, his young body trying to bolt from the unfamiliar
foreign sensation. McConnell held Andrew's legs open like scissors,
twisting his body until Andrew was laying face down on the cushions. From
behind, McConnell was able to pull the yellow cheeks apart, and dive his
tongue into the slightly haired hole and lavish it was a vicious
beating. Andrew's face was in the cushions as he breathed hard and arched
his back for more tonguing. His dick was rock hard between his legs,
pulsating thickly as his second orgasm shot out all over McConnell's
couch. McConnell felt Andrew's hole clamp on his tongue, then felt it spasm
open and close before he noticed he'd come again.

	By now Andrew was begging to be fucked as he panted and pleaded
over his shoulder. McConnell stood up and positioned Andrew on the edge of
the couch in doggy-style. With Andrew's anus dripping gobs of saliva,
McConnell anointed his own erection with a generous amount of spit before
presenting the head up to Andrew's ready hole. Andrew closed his eyes and
waited for the initial pain he knew would break his anal seal once the head
was embedded. Sure enough, his sphincter muscles protested violently as
McConnell's oversized head burst through, causing his body to lurch
automatically. But unlike Peachtree and Reinhold who would have shoved the
entire shaft in without waiting, McConnell gave Andrew a few moments to
recuperate before continuing. He kissed and massaged Andrew's bare back and
buttock while he waited. Once he felt the anal muscles loosen some, he
started to inch his dick further between the spread cheeks.
	Andrew's anus felt like a Mack-Truck had pulled through. He grit
his teeth, panted breathlessly and clinched the sofa cushions as his anal
track was invaded slowly. McConnell took his time burying his cock, but he
managed to get the entire curved monster to snake inside before he started
pumping.

	Andrew's hole was tight. McConnell's dick was being squeezed like a
vice grip. He added more spit yo his cock shaft after extending his dick
back from the hole, before pushing it all the way back up inside. Andrew
took the torture until the pain slowly started to lessen and become more
manageable. By then McConnell was sliding in and out at a steady pace,
feeding the hole a steady diet of fresh thick dick.
	He held the boy by the hips, moving back and forth as he watched
his dick squeeze through the taut cheeks. McConnell loved how Andrew's
asshole sucked his meat firmly as he slid full length through his
rectum. It'd been a while since he'd had his bone buried in someone's ass,
and he wanted to enjoy this one incase it was his last. Andrew lay his head
on the back of the sofa, his ass hiked high in the air as McConnell fucked
him at a steady but firm rate. Andrew's dick was once again brick hard,
swing back and forth between his spread thighs as he gave his ass up to the
Police Captain. McConnell used every millimeter of Andrew's rectum, sawing
his dick through the straining ring to fuck deep into the hot colon. His
curved dick was hitting places no one else's dick had ever hit. Andrew
found his dick leaking profusely before it started to erupt and fire it's
third load all over the cushions.

	McConnell felt Andrew's asshole clamp on his plunging cock, then
heard the boy cry out in pain and pleasure as another orgasm hit. McConnell
pulled Andrew up into standing position, pushing and pulling his dick
through the tight sucking hole.
	McConnell's hands roamed all over Andrew's torso, pinching his
erect nipples and hugging him tightly. Andrew sighed delightfully as
McConnell's lips sucked at his neck. Andrew felt as if his entire body was
being made love to, not just his asshole. When McConnell pushed him back
over into doggy-position, he started pounding the tight boy-hole hard and
deep.

	Andrew grunted and groaned as his ass was being taken. McConnell
hammered hard at the firm backside under him, sliding his dick in and out
of the contracting hole and battering straight through the fighting
sphincter muscles into the deep welled colon. Andrew began to cry out as
the dick dug deeper, reaching depths never before recorded in history by
another dick. Andrew pounded the couch with his fists, baring the pain as
he waited for the Captain to cum. McConnell's dick swelled inside him just
before the head Officer buried it deep, and groaned out loud.

"OH..." he said, feeling his balls churn as the cum started to shoot up his
shaft. "Oh shit...! AAARRRRHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, as the cum burst through
his tiny dick head with thick creamy gushes to empty out inside Andrew's
sore and steaming backside.
	Andrew felt every single pulse the cock made as it emptied its
entire load inside him. Be cried happily as McConnell collapsed on his
back, his boner buried ever deep in his butt. McConnell's orgasm was
strong, his balls worked over time to produce the sizable load he was
passing through his cock shaft. His dick pulsed and spit at least 11 times,
a thick gush of sperm erupting from the flaring tip each time, coating the
Correctional Officer's murky insides. Andrew had another climax during
McConnell's, but the older officer missed it, enthralled in his own intense
cumming. He slowly pulled his dick from Andrew's ass, and flopped down on
the sofa panting hard for breath. Andrew joined him, sitting beside him as
he reached over to admire the older man's hairy chest.

"Did you like that?" asked McConnell, wiping his brow as he peeked over at
Andrew with exhaustion.

"Definitely!" smiled Andrew, rubbing his chest hair.

"I guess Malik's plan wasn't a total bust after all!" smiled McConnell,
pulling Andrew into his arms.

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DOGG