Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 12:08:19 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-43

	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/43
THE RIOT-4
JAILBREAK

Pt-1

"Keep running, you dickheads!" yelled Gardner, panting for breath.
	The sounds of heavy feet pounding the rocky soil of Valley Forge
Forrest was like a parade of drums as inmates Bruce Gardner (aka The
Terminator), Alan Cooper, Donald Blake, and Joseph Justine ran for their
lives after escaping Piedmont Penitentiary, --their home for the past year.

	Police had been notified and were on look-out for the escaped
convicts as they scoured the forests in pursuit. Dogs were put on the scent
from the belongings they left behind in their cells. The dogs (Bloodhounds)
tracked their progress through the tunnels until they came out of an
underground cavern one mile away from the prison. The dogs continued on
their chase, followed by armed officers and helicopters with search lights
attached to the belly of the choppers.
	A fierce manhunt was underway as every available police officer and
state trooper was called in to find these escaped and highly dangerous
criminals.

"Fuck...!!" yelled Cooper, tripping over a root and nearly falling to the
forest floor. "Where's Bruce?!" he asked, looking back after coming to a
stop.

"He was just behind us!" said Blake, sweat pouring down his brow as he
peered through the forest bush for their companion. "Did we lose him?"

"Lose him...?" said Cooper, skeptically. "...he set us up, just like he did
the Aryans back in the tunnels!"

"No..., you think?" asked Justine, still looking for the older man to come
running up on them.

"Why do you think he insisted on staying in back to the rendezvous? He left
us out as guinea-pigs for the police to chase while he circled back a
different way!" thought Cooper, aloud.

"Do you think the rendezvous' fake?" asked Justine, hoping Gardner didn't
totally screw them.

"Only one way to find out...!" said Blake, "...we don't have another
option!"

"I say we keep moving..., we're bound to come across someone with
transportation to get us out of here!" said Cooper, getting approval from
his two companions. "And after we're settled, I say we find Bruce Gardner
and make him pay for this shit!"

Pt-2

The day before...

	36 yr old Thomas Murray and his 16 yr old son Phillip were
preparing for a long overdue camping trip into the valley of Valley
Forge. Thomas was divorced from his ex-wife Claudia some 6 yrs prior,
leaving a strained relationship between he, her, and his son. Thomas (a
hard working insurance salesman) spent most of his waking time behind a
desk, --with rent, car payments, insurance, bills, and child support always
on hand, he needed to work overtime as often as possible just to stay above
water, or sink like a rock. This of course left very little time to see his
son, building a wedge between them. It was during Phillip's 16th birthday
that he realized his son was growing up faster than he knew. If he wanted
to know his son, he only had a few more years before he was off to college,
after that he'd be too busy with his own job and bills and car notes and
insurances and babies to pay his old man any mind at all.

	Phillip wasn't too thrilled to have to go on a camping trip with
his father. His dad hadn't spent a single birthday, holiday, or graduation
with him since he was 10 yrs old, why was he trying to get into his life
now? Phillip would rather have stayed at home playing his video games or
hanging out with his friends than trotting through the forest with his
father. He couldn't think of anything more boring.

	Thomas picked up Phillip about 7am, and took the hour long drive up
to Valley Forge Forest. It was a beautiful stretch of wild land, preserved
and nestled on the outskirts of Philadelphia Pa and protected by the local
Rangers Serve. There were deer and other wildlife that live there, adding
to the beauty and tranquility of its surroundings.

	Thomas and Phillip checked in with the local Ranger Station,
registering and charting their course through the forest as required by
law. They drive as far as they could up to a parking area, then hiked the
rest of the way up through the hills, trees, and vegetation which grew
wildly about the landscape.
	All during the journey father and son are distant, not having a
hell of a lot in common. Thomas built the campsite, the tent, a small fire
pit to keep them warm at night, and even bought poles for fishing while
Phillip basically ignored him and played his hand held video games. Thomas
had been hoping to use this time away to get to know his son better, where
it appeared obvious that Phillip rather be elsewhere. Whenever Thomas asked
Phillip to participate in anything regarding camping, Phillip complained
and sulked. At his wits end, Thomas took the hint and pulled out his
compact computer and started working, figuring he could at least get some
work done in the process.

	Night fall, they heated up can goods they carried up in their
backpacks and ate junk food with beer and soda. "You're almost a man
now..." said Thomas, pulling a cold brew out of his cooler to toss to his
son.

"Mom don't allow me to drink." said Phillip, knowing well his mother's
rules.

"Your mom's not here now, is she?" smiled Thomas. Phillip hunched his
shoulders, threw away his half empty soda can and turned the brew up to his
lips, guzzling down over half the contents in a few gulps. "I take it this
isn't your first beer?" asked Thomas, surprised.

"Not hardly." belched Phillip, taking a deep breath afterwards. "I got
drunk one time with my best friends Rodney and Brett, and threw up all over
mom's white Persian cat! She was furious!"

"I BET!!" laughed Thomas, picturing his wife's precious pussy soaked in
vomit.

"She banned me from drinking until 21." chuckled Phillip, finishing off the
bottle.
	Thomas handed his son another brew.

"Claudia needs to understand that people make mistakes..." said Thomas,
referring to his own mistakes as well as his son's. "...but YOU need to
learn your limits. 16 is too young to have a drinking problem. Drink in
moderation, not volume. You'll learn you'll enjoy more pleasures out of
life if you don't abuse them. Capice?"

"Capice." smiled Phillip, actually enjoying the time spent with his father.
	They talked a little more before turning in to sleep. Thomas told
Phillip that they had an early morning if they were going to go
fishing. Phillip looked forward to fishing with his father, having only
done it a couple of times as a boy.
	They slept in the same tent, a large Spandex Addition which held up
to 4 fully grown men. They slept in sleeping bags, and doze off listening
to the sounds of wildlife going on around them.

Pt-3

	The next morning Phillip woke up with the terrible need to use the
restroom. There was an Out-house about 100 yards from their camp. His
father was still sleeping when he left, taking a roll of toilet tissue with
him.
	The Out-house was basic, a small `one man' seat surrounded by 4
walls and a roof made of wood. The toilet was a box seat with a toilet top,
the bowl was nothing more than a giant hole dug underneath the
Out-house. Once the hole is full to capacity (if ever), the hole is
recovered and the Out-house is relocated elsewhere.

	While Phillip was taking a dump, three of the four escaped inmates
stumbled upon their campsite. "What have we here?" asked Cooper, rummaging
through their supplies. "FOOD fellas!!" he yelled, passing out the
goods. Blake and Justine ripped into the packages, devouring whatever they
could find. "Awww fuck me hard and call me Lucy...!!" shouted Cooper,
finding the beer in the nearby cooler.
	The 3 men stood around the campsite, drowning bottle after bottle
of cold refreshing brew as they ate Cheetos, chips, canned beans, fruits,
and other items they found on the site.

	Cooper spotted the tent just a few feet away from their feast, and
shushed his companions as he tip-toed up to the opening. Inside lay 36 yr
old Thomas Murray, sleeping soundly on his stomach.
	Cooper crept into the tent, noticing two sleeping bags. He motioned
to his friends that there was someone else nearby. Justine and Blake snuck
off separately, looking for the second man as Cooper continued his
inspection.

	He pulled back the top of the sleeping bag, exposing Thomas' back
and bottom. Thomas was wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Cooper leaned
in over him, smelling his scent deeply. Thomas still smelt fresh and clean
from his shower the morning before, the cologne he wore caused Cooper's
cock to rise instantly in his prison khakis. He pulled his prison home-made
pick knife from his person, then proceeded to carefully, --gently, cut
holes into Thomas' bottoms without him knowing.
	With all the skill of a cat burglar, Cooper tore open Thomas'
bottoms without waking or disturbing him. He ripped open the man-made slit,
exposing the hairy ass and deep crack. Licking his lips with hungry
anticipation, Cooper pushed his face up into Thomas' ass and started
sucking. Thomas slept through the first few minutes of the anal sucking,
deep in sleep and unaware of what was going on, --but when Cooper got a
little over zealous and pulled his hairy butt cheeks apart to stick his
tongue into the anal ring, Thomas began to stir.

"uhh..." he groaned, awaking slowly. He became aware that something was
happening, but was slow to realize what. Thomas became completely aware
when he felt Cooper's tongue starting to fuck in and out of his puckered
ring. He turned around and looked back over his shoulder, spotting a
strange man leaning over him with his face pressed up in his
backside. "What the...??! Who the fuck'r you...!!??" he asked, trying to
push Cooper off.
	Cooper pulled his wet face from Thomas' ass and climbed up full
length on his back, pressing his weight down to hold the man immobile. He
grabbed a fistful of Thomas' hair, then pushed his knife-pick up to his
neck, causing Thomas to cease all struggle.

"Go on..., fight me, I DARE you!" snarled Cooper, his breath reeking of
Thomas' beer. "I just escaped from prison, and I won't have anything to
lose by shoving this pick into your neck!" Thomas' eyes widened with fear
as they cut over to his son's empty sleeping bag. "All me and my companions
want some food, a car, and a little butt-pussy! Give us that, and we might
let you live!"

"Where's my son?" asked Thomas, worried about his boy.

"Son?" asked Cooper, pressing his hardon into Thomas' ass cheeks. "My
friends'r out looking for him as we fuck!" Thomas gasped when he heard
Cooper's intentions.

"Please man..., don't do this! Not with my son with me!" begged Thomas,
fearing Phillip may get hurt by the convicts.

"If your son's young, he may forget any of this ever even happened..." said
Cooper, pushing his exposed erection up between Thomas' spit soaked ass
crack. "...and if he's old enough to remember, maybe we might let him share
in his father's pie!!"

"AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHH!!" screamed Thomas, feeling Cooper's cock head
penetrate his tight anal ring. Cooper wrapped his forearm around the front
of Thomas' neck and starts fucking him like a madman, ramming his dick back
and forth through the convulsing, contracting and spasming manhole.

Pt-4

	Meanwhile 16 yr old Phillip Murray is totally unaware of his
father's ordeal. He finishes his shit, wipes his ass clean, then leaves the
Out-house for the campsite. The morning air is crisp and clean as Phillip
takes his time returning. Upon entering the camp, he notices their
belongings in disarray. It looked as if someone (or a bear) had come
through and ravaged everything in sight, expect the tent which remained
intact.
	Phillip noticed the volume of empty beer bottles lying about the
ground, knowing that he and his father had only drank two apiece the night
before. When Phillip began to approach the tent to question his sleeping
father, he noticed a pair of roughly worn shoes sticking out of the tent,
and his father's socked feet spread on either side of the old shoes.

	Phillip wondered `what the fuck' when he bent down and looked
inside the tent. Inside he could clearly see a man dressed in khakis and a
t-shirt, humping his exposed ass up and down on top of his grunting father.
	Phillip jumped back and covered his mouth with his hand. Was his
father being raped by someone? Or was he willingly giving his ass up to the
stranger? Phillip never recalled his mother mentioning his father being
gay, but stranger things had happened (or so he'd heard). He watched and
listened for a few minutes before deciding, seeing the top man's cock
appear and disappear between his father's hairy ass cheeks and up into his
hole.

"UHHH! UHHH! ARRHHH! AHHH! OHHH! AHHH! GAHHH! Please, donaaaaHHHHH! AARHHH!
AHHH! OHHH! UHHH! UHHH! ARRHHH!" grunted Thomas with each and every inward
thrust into his bare hole. Phillip was somehow able to discern that his
father was NOT a willing participate, and knew he needed to do something to
help free his dad from his rapist/capture.

	Thomas Murray lay beneath his attacker, feeling him stab him
repeatedly in the gut through his anus with his 7 inch hardon. The
thrusting cock was like a sword to his untouched bowels. A straight man
with eyes only for women, Thomas was not used to the anal punishment he was
currently receiving. The only reason he was even enduring it was because he
wanted to cooperate so Phillip wouldn't get hurt. Thomas knew he would
never forgive himself if anything ever happened to his son after not being
there for him as a kid.
	His body tensed and stiffened every time the inmate stabbed him
with his cock. Thomas' asshole bore the brunt of Cooper's mad mindless
thrusts, an endless stroke into his bowels as the former cop went wild and
started fucking in a frenzy. The harder he fucked, the louder Thomas'
grunts got. After awhile he was starting to scream in pain as the fuck
thrusts got rougher and deeper.

	Phillip watched in complete shock as his father was fucked by
another man. He wanted to reach in and stop it, to pull the man off and
beat him to death for attacking his dad. But something else inside him was
deeply intrigued, watching the dominance he exude as he forcibly fucked his
father seemingly against his will.
	Phillip was just about to reach in and stop the stranger, when
someone grabbed him from behind.

"Where you think you're going, kid?" asked Blake, rustling Phillip to the
ground easily.
	Phillip struggled, screaming aloud as the older, stronger man over
powered him physically.

	Thomas heard his son's screams, and begged Cooper not to hurt
him. Cooper was lost in another world as his hips picked up the pace. His
pelvis slapped into Thomas' ass over and over, driving his dick well deep
into the anal roost. Thomas tried to stifle his screams to keep Phillip
from knowing what was happening to him, he didn't want his son to bare
witness to his rape. He wanted Phillip to see him as strong and virile, not
some wimp that couldn't defend himself from one man.

	Cooper fucked and fucked and fucked into the tight squeezing ass
beneath him. He hammered at the man's ass for nearly 8 minutes of high
intense high powered anal fucking. When his cock could no longer handle the
friction of Thomas' ass, he shoved all the way in and came, shooting
multiple wads of hot thick convict cum deep into the straight man's bowels.

"AARRHHHHHH...!! AAAAAHHHHH..., FUCK YEAH!! TAKE THAT FUCKING LOAD, MAN!
TAKE IT!! AWWW SHIT YEAH! AWWW FUCK!! SHIT! CUMMING IN YOUR FAGGOT ASS!!"

	After panting and cumming, Cooper yanked his dick from the tight
sucking hole he'd just creamed in. Thomas screamed as the cock yanked free
from his anal chute, ripping his insides outward. Cooper climbed out of the
tent, and stood up on his feet, his hard wet cock sticking straight out
from his crotch. "That the son?" he asked, looking down at Phillip as he
lay helpless on the ground.

"Guess so." said Blake, Justin just coming back from the woods.
	Phillip was looking up at Cooper, the hard 7 inch banana shaped
cock his biggest focus. Blake was holding him down, pressing most of his
body weight down on him. He could see his father rustling around in the
tent, trying to fix his pajama bottoms as he peeked out to scope the area.

"Your dad's got good ass, kid. Ever try it?" he asked, staring down at the
16 yr old boy.

"Please..., take whatever you want!" said Thomas, crawling out of the tent
and pleading weakly. "Take my wallet, my money, my car keys..., my car's
parked down the bottom of the landscape! Take it! You can go anywhere you
want to go! Just...just leave my son alone, please!?"

"Did you hear that, fellas?" asked Cooper, amused. "Dear dad's offered us
anything at our disposal..., everything that is, except for his son!"
	Phillip and Thomas' eyes met as Cooper crossed the space between
him and the kid. He knelt down in front of Phillip, his knees on either
side of the kid's head as his hard cock came extremely close. Phillip's
eyes crossed looking up at it. "Your dad offered up his car, and his butt
virginity just to keep you safe..." he informed Phillip, reaching down
under his chin to lift his head higher. "...would you be willing to offer
anything for his safety?" he added, curiously.
	Phillip looked straight up at the hard cock. It still shown moistly
from being inside his dad's body.

"uh..." he stumbled, unsure how to respond.

"Please...!" Begged Thomas, "...he's only 16!"

"Is that supposed to mean he's still a virgin?" asked Cooper,
skeptically. "Teens today start early!" he said, turning around towards
dad. "I'd be willing to bet that not only has he tasted his first pussy
already..., but that he's probably had more than one of his best friend's
cocks stuffed down his throat too!" added Cooper, confidently. "Am I right,
boy? What's your name?" he asked, turning back to the son.

"Phil...Phillip..." said the kid, twisting his face painfully from Blake's
cop hold.

"Phillip, eh? Sounds like a cock sucker's name!" laughed Cooper, cracking
himself up. "So am I right, Phillip? Have you sucked cock before?"
	Phillip's eyes shot to his father who still lay half inside the
tent.

"No! No, I haven't!" he said, shaking his head nervously. His eyes widened
fearfully, as if thinking these guys were going to make him suck them off.

"humm..., guess I was wrong then, eh?" said Cooper, thoughtfully. "I guess
all my years as a police officer didn't teach me a thing about sizing
people up! What about you, Blake? Did you peg the kid a cock sucker?"

"No..., but I bet the father'll suck some dick just to save his son."
observed Blake, eyeing the father from across the camp.

"I think you're right!" said Cooper, standing back up. Phillip watched in
fear as Cooper walked back over towards his father. "Is my cellmate right,
dad? Would you suck all of our cocks to save your boy?"
	Thomas looked up at Cooper tearfully. Phillip was everything to
him, the only good thing to come out of his failed marriage.

"yes..." he said softly, losing all respect for himself.

"Really?" asked Cooper, his cock already primed for sucking. "Why don't we
just put that to the test?"
	Thomas reluctantly climbed out of the tent and up onto his knees in
the dirt. Cooper turned himself sideways to insure that Phillip got a good
full view of his father sucking his first dick. Thomas swallowed his pride
as he got face to face with the inmate's cock. Cooper stood over him,
looking down at him demandingly as his cock awaited sucking. Thomas refused
to look at his son as he leaned forward and opened his mouth.

"Keep looking kid...!" enforced Blake, pulling Phillip's head up by the
hair when he tried to shield his eyes from his dad's degradation.
	Phillip was forced to watch his father take the inmate's cock into
his mouth, wrapping his inexperienced lips around the hard manhood as he
tasted his own ass on it for the first time.

	Cooper laughed as Thomas timidly worked his mouth back and forth,
sucking tentatively. He hated having to humiliate himself in front of his
son, but he knew he had to to insure his son's safety.
	Cooper allowed Thomas to suck at his own leisure for awhile,
letting his mouth get used to the invading cock as he moved back and
forth. After awhile, he took the man's head into his hands and began to
fuck his face, driving more and more of his cock deeper into Thomas'
gagging throat.

"If you're gonna offer up your mouth to save your son dad..., you should at
least know how to suck cock!"
	Thomas gagged around the plunging cock as it moved ever deeper into
the back of his mouth. Cooper strengthened his hold on his head when he
started to drill his mouth harder and harder. Thomas felt the cock head
pounding into the tight opening of his throat, it caused him to gag heavily
every time it punched into his throat muscles. Cooper tilted his head
backward slightly, then fucked harder into his spit dripping mouth. Thomas
felt the cock head punch down into his throat, penetrating his oral ring as
it lodged down into his throat like a ship at a dock.

"khhhhkkkggghhh!!" choked Thomas, panicking as he tried to push the man out
of his mouth.
	Cooper held tight as he ground his hairy pelvis in Thomas' nose,
his nostrils socking up all the ripe sweaty musk from his groin as his mind
started to swirl from erotic intoxication and lack of oxygen.

	Cooper pulled back his hips, slipping his cock from Thomas' throat
as he started to vigorously fuck the mouth. Thomas was like a rag doll in
his hands, his head and mouth not his own as Cooper face fucked him hard
and viscous.
	Phillip watched with his mouth dropped open, his father taking the
cock much better than he expected. Cooper fucked the father's mouth with
quick, hard, fast thrusts, sliding his cock shaft back and forth through
the wet lips and over the slippery tongue. Every now and then he'd jam his
cock in balls deep, just to feel the convulsing throat spasm around his
cock. He pounded and fucked Thomas' mouth for over 5 full minutes, leaving
him a quivering dribbling mess with drool and spittle soaked all over his
chin and chest.

"Fuck man..., I LOVE fucking straight guys!" smiled Cooper, getting close
to cumming. He watched Thomas become weaker by the minute as he continued
to pound his face and throat increasingly. He hammered the straight man's
mouth with hard jabs until his balls tightened and his cock pulsed out
thick heavy spurts of creamy sperm directly into his mouth.
	Thomas was so light headed from the vigorous face fucking that he
was barely aware that the convict was cumming in his mouth. He felt his
mouth fill with a creamy substance as Cooper's cock throbbed and pulsed
wildly. He swallowed the thick cum load instinctively, tasting the salty
semen for the first time.

"Shit man..., don't hog all the dude to yourself!" complained Blake,
leaving Phillip on the ground as he got up and walked over towards the
father. Phillip was too shocked by watching his dad digest cum to worry
about escaping. His eyes were locked on his dad's bloated throat as his
neck muscles forced the cum down into his stomach.
	Cooper drained his cock in the man's mouth, then pulled out just as
Blake walked up, unzipping his own cock for use. "You ready for this hot
mouth?" asked Cooper, wiping his wet cock across the father's face.

"Naw, man..., I'm inna mood for some ass!" announced Blake, pushing Thomas
back up into the tent.
	Phillip watched as his dad was stripped naked and fucked again,
another long cock sliding deep into his ass to fuck him like a bitch as
Cooper tucked his own dick away for the time being.

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