Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 18:20:24 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-6

	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/6

Pt-1

	Moving day for the fellas in officer Gardner's crew, as they moved
into the Aryan cell block where they were to be protected (at least in by
name only) from the rest of the prison population. Cells were cleared and
rearranged so that Gardner, Cooper, and Blake could bunk together. Justine
was partnered with Snake, one of the Aryan's top chefs. He made sure that
Justine's asshole got plenty of action before and after "lights out".
	Justine (along with Gardner, Cooper, and Blake) were former cops on
the street. Most of the Aryans didn't like or trust having them around, but
butt fucking a former cop up the ass was something even the most pig hater
of the group couldn't resist. And to insure Justine's total cooperation,
cocaine dust was shoved under his nostril during rapings, making him go
totally insane for cock. It was during these times that Justine's ass was
the most open, allowing him to take multiple fuckings in quick
successions. In the midnight hour of his prison cell, he was dually fucked
by his cellmates. Even in his sleep, his mouth and asshole was constantly
used, -a fitting end for a pig to be stuffed.

	The morning after their first official night in their new cell,
Blake and Cooper went to the shower room, where they found Justine being
double fucked by a group of horny Aryans. They circled around the former
officer, feeding him cock at both ends. Blake turned his back, unable to
watch his friend reduced to nothing more than a piece of meat for
low-life's to fuck. Cooper however, was all eyes as he stroked his growing
hardon while he watched.

	Justine took dick at both ends, swallowing cock while getting his
ass rammed hard. His painful grunts emitted through the shower area every
time one of the long cock pierced too deeply. The men gathered around him,
pulling at his soft dangling cock and balls while pinching his sore nipples
and yanking at his hair. Justine's throat was fucked repeated as dick after
dick penetrated his mouth, taking turns on him like people through a
revolving door. The 2 guys currently taking turns at his ass were ramming
him carelessly, trying to cause him to scream out in pain. But Justine was
so high on drugs, that he wasn't feeling much of anything at the moment. He
could barely stand without the erections in him, holding him up on his
feet. When one cock came in him, another was quickly replaced, fucking into
his warm holes and leaving their own essence deep inside him.

"Hey..., either of you pieces of shit want a piece of this pig fucker?"
asked one of the Aryans, offering up Justine's ass to his former friends.

"Hell yeah!!" --answered Cooper, crossing over to the other side of the
shower room.

"Alan...!" called Blake, grabbing Cooper by the arm.

"What?" asked Cooper, his cock already fully erect.

"That's Justine, man! He's our friend!" --reminded Blake.

"WAS our friend!" corrected Cooper. "Ass is ass man! When is the next time
you think you're gonna get some real pussy? We in here for YEARS man! You
best get your shit when you can!"

"I understand that! I'm not saying I'm against getting some ass..., but
Justine ain't no nameless asshole we just met, -he was our partner! Another
cop, like us!" --explained Blake.

"That life is long gone, boy! We ain't cops no more, nor are we ever gonna
be again! If you want to survive in this hell hole, you better start
picking what side you wanna be on, cause that ship you're talking about has
sailed a long fucking time ago!" --suggested Cooper, following the direction
of his erection. The Aryans parted for him, giving him fair view of
Justine's pale fucked ass. He could easily see the red whelped hole oozing
streams of cum from the swollen lips as he aimed his cock up to the cum
hole, and shoved in.
	Justine was completely unaware of who was fucking him anymore. He
was barely aware of anything as his body was fucked in 2 different
directions at once. Cooper grabbed a hold of his former friend's hips, and
started pounding into his ass violently, feeling the residue loads of the
Aryans that came before him.

	Cooper watched as Justine's head was held, as the guy face fucking
him came down his throat with heavy grunts. Cooper felt Justine choke on
the plentiful load as it spurt down into his stomach. He fucked harder into
his friend's ass, feeling the slick anal wall massaging his cock length as
it easily passed through without resistance.

"Look at this shit..." said one of the Aryans, watching Cooper fuck
Justine. "...a pig fucking another pig! Ain't that some shit?"

"Its like watching 2 lesbians fuck! Shit ain't right!" --said another.

"Real fucked up the way you guys turned on yur pig partner!" added another
Aryan. Cooper ignored all the men as he continued fucking. Justine's ass
was full of cum, and feeling ultra slick as he fucked in and out. Cooper
suspected it wouldn't take him long to cum, since he hadn't really felt the
lips or ass of another person since his arrest some months ago before
trial. The Aryans gathered around as he fucked harder into the cop's
ass. They took notice of Cooper's well maintained body as he labored over
Justine's back.

"How'r we supposed to trust assholes who turn on their own?"

"We can't, -once a pig, always a pig!"

"This lil' piggy's got a nice ass..." said the last Aryan, reaching out to
caress Cooper's pumping cheeks. Cooper smacked the hand away, but never
stopped fucking. Another hand twisted one of his erect nipples, that too
was smacked away. A hard fist then struck Cooper about the jaw, sending his
wailing to the floor as his erection popped from Justine's ass. Blake ran
over to Cooper's aid, but was quickly repelled by 2 of the Ayrans who
intercepted. A fight broke out with Cooper and Blake being on the losing
end. Cooper was being maneuvered into a vulnerable position on the floor by
several Aryans, while Blake was being held at bay. Cooper struggled to get
loose as his arms and head were locked in a tight grip while he ass was lay
vulnerable to attack. One of the Aryan men pulled his flat ass cheeks
apart, baring his bare asshole. Another Aryan glided a piece of soap up and
down the crack, slicking it for fucking. The guy behind Cooper stroked his
cock into complete erection, then prepared to enter when Bruce Gardner
suddenly unexpectedly came into the shower room just in time. He caught one
of the Aryans by the hair and pulled him away from Cooper's back just as he
was about to penetrate him with his hardon. Gardner body slammed the Aryan
to the cold wet floor, then kicked another Aryan in the gut as he raised
his fists to fight before one of the guards showed up, breaking up the
confrontation.

"Alright everyone, break it up! Break it up! Get moving, before I drag all
of you into solitary confinement!" ordered the guard, holding his control
stick in hand incase he needed to pound some hard heads.
	The men broke up to opposite sides of the shower room, with evil
looks and cross references to remind each other that this was not
over. Justine was dragged out of the shower with the Aryans while Gardner,
Cooper, and Blake sought to each other's aid.

"We have to watch our backs around here. Never turn your back on any of
these skin head mother fuckers!" --informed Gardner.

"It was HIS idea!" yelled Blake. "He wanted to fuck Justine with those
asshole! And nearly got us both killed in the process!"

"You have to learn to control that simple dick of yours!" --shouted Gardner,
slapping Cooper upside the head.

"Shit man, my dick was hard! And they were offering up his ass for
fucking!" complained Cooper. "Why should they get all the fucking fun?
Justine was OUR boy first! WE should be the ones tapping that ass, not
them!"

"We have another agenda in place! Don't get caught up in all this shit,
you'll find an ice pick in your back before you know it!" --reminded
Gardner.

"I hear you, I hear you!" --said Cooper, coming back to his senses, his cock
totally limp now. "But I need to get my rocks off, man..., I can't go too
long without getting my balls drained!"

"I'll see what I can fix up for you. Until then, don't do shit!" --ordered
Gardner. "And we go nowhere without back up, -understood?"


Pt-2
	Abdul sat in his cell, reading away at his daily studies after
meditating in the corner. His cellmate Muhammad walked in, visibly
irritated as he threw down his holy Quran and paced the floor.

"Something wrong?" asked Abdul, concerned.

"You tell me, brutha!" said Muhammad, angrily.

"You're mad at me? What did I do?" asked Abdul, sensing the tension was
aimed towards him.

"How do you expect to grow a following of believers, if you can't stick to
the teachings yourself?" asked Muhammad.

"What are you talking about?" asked Abdul.

"I was in the library yesterday! I saw you!!" yelled Muhammad, his nostrils
flaring widely. Abdul suddenly realized why Muhammad was so angry at him.

"I can explain..." said Abdul, searching his brain for a magical logical
explanation that would satisfy Muhammad's rage.

"Good! I'd love to hear how you could possibly justify what you did!" said
Muhammad, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Go on, -explain! I'm dying
to hear it!"

"Okay, man...I was weak! I admit it! I messed up, big-time! But who are you
to judge me, Muhammad? You're not perfect either! I hear you at night,
stroking yourself when you think I'm sleep! I know you masturbate!"
Muhammad hid the shocked expression on his face under a vail of anger.

"There's a huge difference between a masturbating sin, and fornicating
sexually with another man, Abdul! One would surely keep you from obtaining
holy balance, while the other is merely a slap on the wrist!"

"I didn't know sin was measured by size. I always thought sin was sin, no
matter what the act!" --said Abdul.

"Don't get this twisted Abdul, you know damn well what I'm saying!" yelled
Muhammad.

"You're measuring me by human standards, but I'm not judged by you, but by
Ali!" --confronted Abdul.

"Is that so?" asked Muhammad. "Are you saying this is something you intend
to keep doing?"

"No, I don't PLAN to keep doing anything! I'm just saying that it's not
your place to judge me, -brutha!"
	Abdul and Muhammad stood silently for a moment. Abdul could see
Muhammad holding back.

"I'll pray for you." -said Muhammad, as he left the cell angrily.


Pt-3
	Tempest Williams woke up in the basement cell of the prison
stockades. He'd been shackled and fucked by guards upon his arrival to
Piedmont Penitentiary, under the guise of looking for potentially smuggled
drugs. Tempest expected a hard time when he came to prison, -he'd been
responsible for a lot of death, civilian as well as official. People were
scared of Tempest for the power of his unstoppable soul. Many have tried to
kill him, but none succeeded. God was on his side (or so he thought).
	The door to his unofficial cell opened, and in walked several
men. At first Tempest thought it was the prison guards, coming back for
sloppy seconds on his bound ass, but he quickly realized by the bald heads,
piercings, and racist tattoos that these weren't guards, but members of the
Aryan Nation come calling. Tempest laughed, knowing he was supposed to be
shaking in his boots upon their arrival.

"What the fuck's so funny, nigger?" asked Sarge, the 60 year old leader of
the group.

"Looked in the mirror lately?" asked Tempest, flipped.

"Cocky words coming from a dead man!" said Hammer, holding his hard crotch.

"I'm not easily frightened..., I have a higher calling." --informed Tempest.

"What you have, -you black fucker..., is a trip up shit's creak without a
paddle!" --said Sarge, closing the door behind them. "I'm told yur a big
drug dealing nigger out on the streets, -that you make a lot of money
selling yur street poison to yur own kind! I'd like to personally thank you
for thinning the heard of niggers for us, by killing each other in yur drug
wars! Ain't nothing like a bunch of dumb coons offing each other like
idiots to give a white boy like me a stiff hardon!" Tempest said nothing as
he watched Sarge play with the growing lump in his prison pants. "When was
the last time any of you boys done had yurselves some nigger pussy?" asked
Sarge, looking back over his shoulders at his men.

"Had me some nigger cunt just last week, boss. Fucked me this nice young
piece in the prison laundry while no one was around. He thought he was
tough shit, until I put him in his fucking place, then I fucked him until I
blow a big load in his fat round bottom! He begged me not to tell anybody
that I fucked him, said his homboiz would kill him if they knew he just
took one from a white boy!" --said one of the Aryans, -Luke.

"What did you do?" asked Sarge, now stroking a full erection in his pants.

"I made him promise to be my coon-pussy! Now he brings me that fat nigger
butt once a week, and I fuck him good!" --laughed Luke.

"Fucking holdout!" yelled one of the other Aryans, -envious.

"Hey..., I know a good piece of ass when I get one!" defended Luke.

"Bring that spook-pussy to our block next meet..." ordered Sarge, his cock
rock hard at the thought of black ass in his service. "...we all want to
meat him!"

"Yes, sir." --sighed Luke, regretting having mentioned it.

"Meanwhile..., looks like we have ourselves one special nigger hanging for
us right here!" --said Sarge, returning his attention to Tempest. "You DO
know why yur here boy, right?" he asked, wanting the drug dealer to know
the reason for his fate. "You see..., you might be big shit out there on
the streets, but in here, you just another nigger! In here, WE hold the
ties on drug sales, and our associates don't look too kind on over zealous
spooks like you trying to come in here and take over our operation! You
see..., we have an understanding with the niggers, and the spics..., WE
allow them to sell our drugs to their own race, while WE profit! We like
that arrangement, and we can't afford to let no ambitious drug sealer from
the outside come in here and disrupt all we worked for. Took a lot of years
to set up this operation, and I won't see it torn down by the likes of YOU!
Any response?"

"So of all of us in this room..., your mostly frightened of ME?" --laughed
Tempest, hanging shackles by the hands and feet. Sarge's face frowned.

"I'm not scared of anybody, least of all some dead spook!" yelled Sarge,
back slapping Tempest across the face. Tempest merely laughed, -Sarge's
actions only confirmed his thoughts. "You won't think its so fucking funny
when we're finished with you!" screamed Sarge, unzipping his pants as he
walked around behind Tempest's nude body.
	Tempest's arms hung over head, locked in handcuffs which was
attached to heavy chains suspended from the ceiling. His feet were also
shackled in chains, spread eagle, leaving his bare buttock vulnerable from
behind. Sarge fisted his hard erection, eyeballing Tempest's firm butt. The
cheeks were smooth as he parted them to see the dark hold hidden in
between. He could see the small but swollen hole, evidence that Tempest had
already taken a few cocks since his arrival to Piedmont. "Get ready for the
Aryan invasion!" he warned, placing his fat cock head up to Tempest's worn
hole. Tempest prepared himself for a rough entry, knowing the older man
wanted to cause him as much pain as possible. Sarge thrust forth, burying
his 8 and ½ inch white cock in Tempest's bare black ass in one hard
stroke. Tempest bit his lower lip as his grip tightened about the
chains. He felt the cock bore into him, ripping through his aching anal
ring as Sarge's balls slapped into his ass, indicating that the entire
shaft had achieved penetration. Sarge ground his cock around in Tempest's
ass, feeling the juicy ring snap shut around his cock base. He held onto
the drug dealer's torso as he began to fuck in and out, already loving the
feel of his asshole surrounding his dick.

"Fuck that faggot, bitch!" yelled Snake, encouraging Sarge as he wiped out
his own dick in anticipation of going next.
	Sarge held onto Tempest for balance, as he got up on his top-toes
and fucked in and out of his ass.

"Fucking black cunt feels fucking pudding!" snorted Sarge, overwhelmed by
the sensations his cock was feeling. He drove his dick through Tempest's
ring again and again, giving him the full length of his white cock as it
bore through his brown buns.
	Tempest merely closed his eyes and held on. He knew he could
survive the fuckings, as he'd been surviving them since childhood. But
Tempest knew after the Aryan's got through using him, the REAL torture
would begin. Warden Ellis didn't put him in here to meet the white
supremacy group for good race relations, -he knew they would try to kill
him after they've had their fun, -writing Tempest off as yet another in a
long list of race related deaths with the animals behind bars. But Tempest
knew his fate wasn't sealed in this room, that he had a higher calling
beckoning for him to endure. It was THAT belief that made the torture
bearable.

	Sarge dipped his cock in and out of Tempest's ass with increasing
strokes, his fat white cock being massaged and caressed by the tightly
stretched and irritated anal ring. The other Aryan watched with lust as
Sarge's white cock disappeared up into Tempest's brown ass over and
over. They enjoyed the look of discomfort on the black man's face as his
body was invaded by what they believed where their superior cocks. All too
soon after entering, did Sarge feel his old man balls starting to
contract. He clutched onto Tempest's torso, and began to shutter as he came
inside the man's hot butt. Tempest felt the cock jerking inside him, and
knew the old guy had came. Sarge nearly fell over as his quickly limp cock
slipped from Tempest's asshole. Hammer helped him to a nearby chair where
he could sit and rest while he recuperated from the hard orgasm. Tempest
laughed aloud, noting his weakened state.

"Still laughing, nigger?" asked Hammer, walking up behind Tempest's naked
body, his cock already erect with life as he quickly aimed it up between
the brown cheeks. "See whose laughing now!!" he said, ramming forth.
	Tempest stifled a scream as Hammer's 9 inch magnum tool bore
straight through his sore anus. The bald 40 yr old father of 3 grabbed
Tempest about the waist, then started hammering his dick in and out of him
at full throttle. Tempest felt each and every thrust Hammer made into him
as his smooth pelvis slammed into Tempest's butt cheeks. "Think it's a joke
now, bitch? I don't hear you laughing now!" tormented Hammer, fucking
harder and harder with each passing second.

	Tempest bit down hard on his lower lip, trying not to show any weak
signs. They could fuck him and torture him all they wanted, but he would
not give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Tempest was stubborn
that way. His ideals of a man were based on how much he could endure, and
thus far, no one's endure more slings and arrows than he did.
	Hammer's huge hands gripped at Tempest's sweaty waist. He watched
as his thick cock disappeared up inside the black ass before him. He wanted
to tear Tempest in half, to murder him with his sex. He wanted Tempest's
death to be on the end of his cock, earning him the reputation of being the
most deadly mother fucker in prison. He liked watching men squirm on the
end of his dick, making them take his hammer deeper, rougher, harder than
they ever expected. He liked to pound an asshole until it no longer
resembled what it was supposed to be. He fucked it and fucked it until it
looked exactly like cunt, gushing forth his creamy white semen as a result
of its transformation. Many of the men he fucked tried to avoid him,
fearing he might reclaim their asses, but Hammer was always insearch of new
asses to conquer. Tempest would be the biggest, most feared and hated black
drug dealer he's ever fucked. Once word got around that he and his Aryan
buddies fucked and killed Tempest Williams, no one would be above their
touch. They longed for the day when they could simply roam the entire
prison, picking men to fuck like sheep to the sacrifice. Big tall strong
muscled black man and Puerto-ricans, on their hands and knees before them,
sucking big white cock and taking them all up the ass. That dream is what
had Hammer on the verge of cumming as he tightened his hold on Tempest's
waist, then rammed his cock in balls deep and came.

"AAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he screamed, feeling the cum burst out of his
cock and balls like a huge flood. Tempest felt each spurt as it filled his
anal canal full, mixing with Sarge's and what was left from the guards that
fucked him hours before hand.
	Hammer held his twitching cock inside until he was positive his
orgasm was done. He removed his cock, still hard and dripping with his and
the Sarge's semen. 37 yr old Snake moved into position behind Tempest, and
shoved his 8 and ½ inch cock home. A loud sloppy wet suction noise
indicated the plunger like drainage of Tempest's hole as Snake's cock
quickly moved in. Snake was a former biker/druggie with a million tattoos
and body piercings form all his travels across country. He looked like a
cop's worse nightmare with long stringy hair which he nearly always kept in
a dirty pony-tail. Snake was a former heroine addict, convicted of robbery,
rape, and assaulting a police officer before his arrest. Snake never held
any loyalty to anyone except his bike gang before coming here to Piedmont
where he met Sarge and the Aryan brothers. They excepted him right off,
feeding on his insecurities against the other races as they easily pulled
him into their ranks for protection and security. Snake was a sneaky
bastard, who found nothing ill about fucking his own mother (which he did
daily as a teenager in their trailer home). When his mom popped up
pregnant, he split, joining a biker gang as his extended family.

"Fucking ass feel's like my mother's pussy!" he snarled through grit teeth
as memories flashed back in his head.
	His buddies laughed.

"How you know what yur momma's pussy feels like?" asked one of them.

"Cuz I used to fuck it!" stated Snake, plainly. "I was a horny teenager,
stoned on grass all the time. She used to walk around our trailer house in
skimpy panties and a t-shirt. One day I was whacking my cock in her room
when she came home and busted me. She took one look at my cock, and started
sucking it!"

"Fuck man, where was yur father?"

"He split when I was 12. Went down to Mexico to make a score, and never
came back. My mom worked as a waitress at a nearby diner, and made tips by
giving blow jobs in the back of cars after work. I was her only source of
regular cock, so I got to fuck her every day after school!"

"Lying fuck..., yur ass ain't never been to no school!" laughed Luke.

"You ain't never lied about that shit!" --chuckled Snake, still fucking
steadily into Tempest's ass as the warm cum from Hammer's fuck started to
leak out and coat his hairy cock and balls.
	Tempest listened to the men talk, all the while fucking him as if
he didn't matter. Tempest took a mental picture of each and every Aryan in
the room, for later use when it was time in enact his revenge. His mind
reeled with the thoughts of what he would do with Hammer and his 9 inch
cock, or how he would fuck and torture Sarge, or perhaps pass them all
around the black ward of the prison to let all the bruthas take turns
beating their dicks in some white pussy!

	Whatever the case, the distraction was good enough that Tempest
wasn't even bothered while Snake fucked him. The man held onto him for 10
to 15 minutes, slamming his cock in and out of him until he finally spilled
a thick load of cum into Temp's bowels. Tempest waited while the next man
(Luke) walked up and fucked him with his 6 inch cock. Luke wasn't nearly as
well endowed as he, or any of the other Aryans that fucked him, so he
barely felt the cock moving in and out of his leaky hole. Luke held onto
Tempest's shoulders while he rode his ass to orgasm, filling his rectum
with gooey sperm. Two other Aryans (Rally and Cody) fucked Tempest as well,
leaving their own cum tracks inside the black man's flooded anal pussy
too. It was after that that things got rough, as brass knuckles, knives,
and prison shanks came out and started piercing Tempest's hung body as he
dangled from the ceiling helpless.


Pt-4
	Back in the Muslim's prison cell, Muhammad finally came back just
before lights out. He said nothing to his cellmate as he put away his holy
books, and undressed for bed. Abdul lay silently in bed, wishing things
could be different. Muhammad was more than just a cellmate, -he was a
spiritual leader for Abdul, a good friend. It pained him that they had this
barrier up between them. He hated being at odds with Muhammad, for at times
it seemed that all they had was each other against the world. Abdul drifted
off to sleep as Muhammad climbed up into his bunk.
	It was several hours into the night when Abdul was suddenly
awakened by the mild squeak of Muhammad's bed springs. He knew that he was
jacking off in bed over top him, thinking that Abdul was still sleeping
soundly. Abdul's first instinct was to jump up and catch him in the act,
arguing that his sin was no less greater than his. Then his second instinct
was to just lay there silent and let Muhammad finish, as he was hurting no
one but himself by his actions. But his third instinct is what made his
dick start to swell in his shorts, as he thought about getting up and
offering Muhammad a hand. He wondered how the man would react to his
offer. Surely he might be turned off and reject Abdul's offer, but Abdul
knew when a man was horny, all his reasons and logic went right out the
window.

	Abdul quietly pulled back the covers to his bed, then eased himself
out of the bottom bunk. He stood up to find Muhammad laid back in bed, his
eyes shut tight, working his large hand up and down his rock hard shaft at
a fast pace. Abdul waited for his eyes to adjust in the dark, before he
reached out and touched Muhammad's stroking hand. Muhammad's eyes flew open
as his body jumped in surprise.

"Abdul..., I..."

"Shhh..." was all the slightly younger Muslim said as he pulled Muhammad's
hand away from his hardon, and replaced it with his own.

"We shouldn't be doing this, man..." --sighed Muhammad, groaning softly from
the feel of another hand on his dick.

"This is nothing, Muhammad..." said Abdul, stepping up on his bottom bunk
to get a better leverage. "...THIS is what we should NOT be doing!" he
added, leaning forward to take Muhammad's dick into his mouth.

"Oh fuck...!" sighed Muhammad, feeling his dick head slide into Abdul's
mouth. It's the first time his dick has had any non-self attention since
becoming a Muslim some years ago. He wanted to pull Abdul off his dick, to
slap some sense into the man's head and wake him up from this sinful
practice..., but necessity kept him from doing so. The mouth on his dick
felt wonderful as it bobbed up and down the top half of his shaft. He could
tell Abdul was inexperienced in what he was doing, but a mouth was a mouth
was a mouth was a mouth, -when you hadn't had any in so long. He felt the
wet lips sliding in his shaft, the slick tongue licking on the glands, and
felt his body stiffen under the pressure.
	This was Abdul's first attempt to suck dick. He'd never had the
inclination to do so before, but he really wanted Muhammad to know what it
felt like before passing judgment on him like some common criminal. He knew
if he could get Muhammad to understand the lure and luxury of a blow job,
he would be less inclined to comment on it when Abdul went back to Gramps
for another. His intentions however, was not to make Muhammad cum, -but his
inexperience made him ignorant to the signs as Muhammad's dick swelled and
throbbed in his mouth before erupting. Abdul wasn't yet fully aware that
Muhammad was cumming when his mouth suddenly filled with warm liquid. Abdul
swallowed, believing the plentiful content to be spit. It wasn't until he
tasted the undeniable salty favor that he realized he's just eaten most of
his mentor's load. When he tired to removed his mouth, Muhammad grabbed his
head, locking him into place while he finished unloading in the Muslim's
mouth.

"uhhh..uhhh...ooohh...ohhhh fuck! Awwww..." moaned Muhammad, as his orgasm
passed. He loosened his grip on Abdul's head, allowing his friend and
cellmate to pull off. Abdul stepped back down off of the bottom bunk, and
began trying to cough up the cum he'd swallowed unexpectedly. But it was
too late, much of the contents was well on its way into his stomach. "What
was that for?" asked Muhammad, sitting up in bed.

"I..., just wanted you to know what it felt like, before you passed
judgment on me, -is all." --said Abdul, gaining his composure. "But I didn't
mean to make you nutt in my mouth!"

"Sorry." -apologized Muhammad. "I suppose I was a bit judgmental. I should
have counseled you instead of accusing you of doing wrong." -he offered.

"Apology accepted." --smiled Abdul.

"Now get some sleep..., I'm bushed!" --smiled Muhammad, feeling drained.
	Abdul climbed back into his bottom bunk, pulling the covers up over
him. He could still taste Muhammad's cum in his mouth, smelling the musky
scent on his breath as he wondered why he hadn't yet rinsed his mouth out
with soap? As he lay there wondering, he noticed his own dick was brick
hard under the covers, needing some attention of its own...