Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 18:14:47 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the Hole-75

	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/75
TRIAL DRAMA

Pt-1

LOCAL NEWS

REPORTER: "The highly anticipated trial of the City Of Philadelphia verses
former Piedmont Penitentiary Warden Dennis Ellis starts today with the
Prosecution calling forensic specialist to the stand to tell the Jury
exactly what they found in Ellis office `Chamber of Horrors', and on his
personal laptop! This testimony is expected to take a day or two, followed
by the testimony of convicted drug dealer Marvin Rollins, --whose known to
have firsthand knowledge of Ellis' illegal dealings with a prison gang
called the Mandingos! The Mandingos helped pick and chose inmates for Ellis
to sell in his black market slavery ring! Rollins' testimony comes with
some controversy however, as the family of deceased teenager Louis Carter
has come down to the Court House to protest the deal Rollins struck with
the Prosecution for his testimony! Rollins was implicated but not charged
in the suicidal death of Louis whom reportedly shot himself in the head in
the drug house Rollins was accused of running! If his testimony helps
convict Ellis, Rollins could be set free with time served!
	The Prosecution also intend to put former Correction Officers
Reginald Reinhold and Carl Peachtree on the stand, --the two men who
allegedly shot and killed 4 Philadelphia Police Officers in an airport
motel, supposedly trying to kill Rollins whom they knew had damaging
testimony against their former boss Dennis Ellis! Reinhold and Peachtree
are expected to testify for the Prosecution to avoid the death penalty! It
is as of now unknown if the Defense team intends to let Ellis on the stand!
Experts say letting Ellis speak on his own behalf would be a mistake, given
all the ammunition the Prosecution has built against him!

Pt-2

THE COURTHOUSE

	Ellis sat through the opening statements of his Defense lawyers and
the Prosecution. He tried not to speak, make any quick moves, or show any
facial expressions that would help prove the Prosecutions' case that he is
a hothead, unruly, and a maverick against proper authority. He sat stone
faced, unsmiling, uncaring, as he listened to the dialog unfold.
	The first witnesses for the Prosecution was the team of Forensic
Officers that broke into Ellis hidden Chamber and found his personal
laptop. They described the Chamber as a virtual "dungeon", with whips,
chains, restraints, paddles, slings, a bed, and all kinds of perverse and
torturous sex devices. They described how the password for the laptop was
cryptic, making access very difficult to break. Once they broke through the
codes they found a smorgasbord of homemade sex videos involving tortured
inmates with Guards, as well as locations of where Ellis sold his slaves
and for how much. They had names of inmates sold into bondage dating back
some 5 years or more. Ellis merely stared straight ahead, never giving one
sign that the testimony against him was wrong or accurate. Jurors would
have to rely on their own level of evidence rather they believed him guilty
or not.
	The forensic testimony of the first few Officers lasted 6 hours,
going well past lunch.

Pt-3

During the break Precinct-23's Police Captain David McConnell stepped out
to stretch his legs. He'd been sitting in on Ellis' trial, wanting to see
him go down first hand. The Defense subpoenaed him as a character witness,
wanting him to discuss the years he and Ellis spent sitting side by side in
patrol cars. McConnell knew this was Ellis' doing, wanting to see him sweat
it out on the Witness Stand, wondering if the Defense would bring up the
years he spent voluntarily sucking his partner's dick on duty? (as depicted
in chap-71's Flashback sequence).  McConnell stepped out into the hall,
checking the messages on his cell phone. The first message was from his
live-in lover (22 year old Rookie Officer Andrew Roberts [fresh out of
Police Academy]). Andrew called to show his support, telling McConnell how
much he loved him and was looking forward to seeing him later that night
when he got home from the night shift. McConnell smiled as he listened to
the thoughtful message and viewed the naughty picture Andrew sent of
himself lying in missionary position, prompting McConnell to recall how
Andrew tired to help calm his anxiety about the court case today by giving
him torrent sex that morning, --sucking McConnell's dick and taking it up
the ass for a full hour before McConnell finally came inside him. He was in
the midst of calling his younger lover back when he heard his name being
called from behind...

"Captain...! Captain McConnell...!!" called Jake Valentine as he escorted
the key witness (Marvin Rollins) in for the Prosecution.

"Jake...!!" called McConnell, tucking his phone (and the picture) as he
hugged Jake tightly in the hallway. "How are you...?" he asked, breaking
the hug as he held him back at arms length to look him over. "Are you
alright...? Did Tempest hurt you...? Do you know where his hideout is...?"
he asked, seeing no obvious bruises.

"No..., no, I'm okay!" smiled Jake, happy to see his superior. "I don't
know where Tempest's place is..., he made sure I was blindfolded whenever I
came or went! Have you heard anything from Maleece...?" he asked, eagerly.

"The FBI found them!" said McConnell, gleefully. "They're currently
debriefing them and helping them to adjust..." said McConnell,
discreetly. "They were found at a Prison Plantation out west! The Agent
told me they've been put through a lot!" explained the Captain, "They may
need some time to get back to normal...!"

"I understand..." said Jake, having gone through some things of his own.

"uh..., excuse me..." said Marvin Rollins, having heard most of the
conversation. "...was Officer Malik with them...?" he asked.
	McConnell looked crossed...

"You almost sound concerned...!" he said, sarcastically. Marvin sighed,
knowing where McConnell was going. "If you were really concerned for
Officers Malik and Cortez..., you wouldn't have sat on key vital
information as long as you did! You would have helped us find them
earlier!" he scorned angrily in the hall.

"And I would still be sitting in my prison cell right NOW if I did!" yelled
Marvin, defensively. "If you were me you would have done the same...!
There's nothing wrong with a lil' self preservation! I HAD to look out for
myself first! If I had told yall what you wanted to hear straight up..., I
never would have gotten my deal!"

"You're probably right..." said McConnell, "...but you would've shown more
humanity if you did! While you were sitting on our hands making your
deal..., Officers Malik and Cortez were getting abused by their captors!
Now I'm sure a guy like you who have very little regard for human life
could live with what you've done..., but the question is, --could Malik?"
	Marvin had no response as McConnell returned to walk back to the
court room with Jake, when he ran smack dab into Ellis' wife (Dolores) and
his two sons.

"David..." said mrs Ellis, as she was be escorted by her adult sons Rodney
and Gary.

"Dolores..." said McConnell, cautiously.

"Could I have a word with you...?" asked the wife, pulling the police
Captain aside. "I hear you're going to testify..." she said, keeping her
voice low as not to disturb passers in the hallway. "I know you and Dennis
haven't been the best of friends in a long time..., but I was hoping that
you would take a few things into consideration incase you were planning on
going in there and blasting him with both barrels!" McConnell shifted
uncomfortably as he tried to keep a straight face in public. "As you well
know, I know all about your..., --relationship with my husband...!"
continued Dolores.

"You only know what Dennis told you, Dolores...!" corrected McConnell.

"I know enough, David..." countered Dolores. "...to publicly embarrass you
and your family IF your intentions are to go on that Stand and testify
against my husband! Now I know Dennis has his faults, lord knows I do...,
--but my husband is a good man to me and his boys..., he'd do anything to
keep us safe..., and we'll do anything to watch his back as well!" said mrs
Ellis, passionately.

"Are you threatening me, Dolores...?" asked McConnell, realizing Ellis'
defense must be weak if his wife has to come to him for testimony. "...a
public Official...?!"

"Its no threat, David..., I fully intent to speak to the press if you
stonewall my husband!" assured Dolores. "I'll go straight to them and tell
them how you sought after my husband while you both were partners on the
police force! How you turned your back on your own wife and kids and tried
to get my Dennis to do the same sick twisted thing...!"

"Dennis has been lying to you for years, Dolores..." said McConnell.

"I still speak to Christina every now and then (McConnell's ex-wife)...,
she'll back me up with my story if I'm forced to go public!" she assured.

"I see you haven't changed, Dolores..." said McConnell, recalling years
past. "...you and Dennis always deserved each other!"

"I'm glad you finally realize it!" said Dolores Ellis, turning back to her
two sons as they escorted her back into the courtroom.

"What was that all about, sir...?" asked Jake, unaware of the conversation.

"Just an old friend..." said McConnell, trying to figure a way out of his
ordeal...

Pt-4

	Meanwhile Marvin Rollins was left to ponder to himself exactly how
Malik would feel about him sitting on his hands while he was being
physically tortured by his captors, when he suddenly noticed his own family
walking into court. Marvin hadn't seen his family since HIS trial, as his
mother and father (escorted by several of his brothers) walked into
court. They knew he was scheduled to testify sometime soon, and wanted to
take the opportunity to see and support him in court. Marvin said nothing
to attract their attention as they piled into the courtroom one after the
other. The last brother (the youngest, --Jeffery) saw Marvin standing down
the other end of the crowded hall. Their eyes met briefly as they both
stared at each other. Time seemed to go in slow motion as Marvin winked,
and his brother smiled, before disappearing into the courtroom.

"This way mr Rollins..." said the armed Officer escorting Marvin to see the
Prosecution.

"ah..., mr Rollins...!" said Prosecutor Larry Putman, as the Officer bought
Marvin into one of the waiting rooms. "...you're due to testify shortly! I
would like to go over some of the questions the Defense might want to ask
you to dispute your testimony!"

"I'd like to talk with my lawyer first...!" requested Marvin, causing his
lawyer (40 year old Patrick Augustine) to look up baffled. "...privately!"

"Your lawyer...?" asked Putman, surprised. "You DO realize that the trial
has already started..., and that you're due to testify shortly after the
break...?" asked the D.A.

"Yeah." answered Marvin, plainly.
	Putman shook his head as he calmly gathered up his belongings,
tucked them into his briefcase, then took his colleagues with him back into
the court room.

"uh..., mister Rollins..." said Augustine nervously, "...I don't know what
I could possibly say at this point in the process..., the D.A. is the one
running the show, he's the one holding the cards to your deal...!"

"I don't want to talk..." said Marvin, undoing his pants as the door closed
behind him.

"Mister Rollins..., please...!" said Augustine, frightfully. "We're in a
court of law...!!"

"Then we'd betta be quick...!" said Marvin, exposing his hardon.

"I...I...I don't think this is a good idea, mr Rollins...!" said the
attorney as Marvin walked over to him and stood in front of
him. Augustine's eyes fell to Marvin's swaying dick as he unconsciously
licked his lips wantonly. "...if we're caught..., there could be
charges...!"

"Stop being a pussy and get on this dick!" insisted Marvin, grabbing the
lawyer by the head as he pressed him down to his knees.

	40 year old Augustine knelt down before his client (partially out
of fear, partially out of domination, and partially out of desire), opened
his mouth, and took Marvin's hardening manhood in. Marvin merely sighed as
his thick dick filled his lawyer's mouth to capacity. Augustine was a
novice at cock sucking, having never done it before meeting his client. It
took a great deal of perseverance to be Marvin's lawyer. Not that Marvin's
history was any different than the average drug dealer..., but Marvin
himself was very hard on his lawyers, --literally.
	Augustine recalled the first time he met Marvin, face to face in
the Round-House (Police Headquarters). Marvin had just been arrested for
drug possession with intent to sell, weapons violations, youth
endangerment, recklessness, and a possible murder rap at the
time. Augustine took one look at his client and knew he was in trouble as
Marvin sat handcuffed in a chair, playing with his big stiff black
dick. Augustine wanted to turn and run, hoping the big muscled convict
wouldn't use his cock as a weapon. But Marvin didn't do anything to
Augustine that first day, indeed he waited several visits with his lawyer
before mentally intimidating him and making him feel if he didn't get on
his knees and suck his dick, he wouldn't leave the room alive, despite
Marvin being restrained at all times. Augustine remember getting up from
the table, his knees shaking with fear as he approached the big black man
seated across from him. Marvin said nothing as he sat back and smiled, a
scary smirk on his face which made Augustine all the more frightened. He
knelt down before his client, taking the prisoner's thick fat dick in his
hand. Without a gun being held to his head, Augustine (proud husband and
father) leaned forward and took Marvin's dick into his mouth and began
sucking. It wasn't until during the ride home in his car (with the pungent
flavor of Marvin's cum still on his breath) did he really stop and ask
himself `why' did he do it?
	Augustine never got a full answer to that question as he now bobbed
his head back and forth, trying to get his client to cum before being
caught.

Marvin had a lot on his mind, and the below average blow job from his
lawyer was not helping to take his mind off things. After only a few
minutes of bad sucking did Marvin pull Augustine up from his knees and push
him down over the table Putman and his team of attorneys had sat
at. "M...Ma...Marvin..., please...!" begged Augustine, feeling his pants
being yanked down off his pudgy waist. Marvin watched as the pale white ass
cheeks came into view. "...not here...!"

	Marvin ignored his lawyer's pleas as he spit a throat full of slimy
phlegm into his palm and massaged it all over his bloated dick and
Augustine's tiny asshole. Augustine's head lay flat on the table as he
watched the door, endless heads passing by the glass silhouettes as Marvin
placed his dick head up to his tiny pink hole and pressed in.
"AAAHHHHHhhh...!!" groaned Augustine, biting his lower lip as he tried to
endure the pain. The last thing he wanted was eyewitnesses as he tried to
keep quiet.

	Outside the door stood one of the Officers guarding Rollins. He
heard the brief groan and peeked his head inside. His eyes popped open when
he saw the convict fucking his lawyer over the conference
table. Instinctively he prepared to rush in and help the lawyer, but
something else told him that this fucking was consensual. He peered through
for a few minutes, watching as Marvin humped tentatively in the saddle
(stretching Augustine's hole) before slowly picking up pace.
	Augustine saw the guard watching from the door. Their eyes met as
Augustine silently pleaded with the Guard not to intervene. The Guard saw
Marvin starting to fuck more freely, and knew Augustine was accepting the
black man's big dick without a fight. He backed his head back out of the
door and resumed his post, giving them their privacy.

	Marvin fucked into the fat lawyer with cleaner, harder strokes. He
knew they had to be quick as he could be called to testify at anytime. He
fucked in and out of the hot tight pink hole before him, watching his long
fat black dick disappear up between the flabby ass cheeks. Though Augustine
was tight, he was no Malik. Marvin found himself worrying about the
Corrections Officer, wondering if indeed he would be angry and upset about
him looking out for himself when he should have been helping the police
locate him and Cortez?
	Marvin felt confused and angry with himself. Why did he care so
much rather Malik was mad? What did he care so long as he got himself out
of that hell hole prison he was in? Marvin found himself fucking into
Augustine harder as he got more and more wrapped up in thought. The more
frustrated he got over Malik, the harder he pounded Augustine's rare. He
fucked the fat white man so hard that the metal table began to move across
the floor. Groans and grunts of discomfort could be heard emanating from
the room as people walked by and gave the Guard strange looks. The Guard
said nothing to deter passerbys as he stood stone faced, pretending not to
hear a thing.

	Augustine tried to keep from screaming out too loudly. He recalled
the embarrassment he felt when police Captain McConnell and several of his
Officers broke down the door at the Motel Marvin was staying at, catching
them in the act of fucking (chap-59, pt-1). Augustine was mortified as all
those heterosexual men stood watching him get fucked by his convicted
client. And even then Marvin didn't stop fucking him until he unloaded
inside him, letting them all know that he was nothing more than the
inmate's cumdump attorney!
	Augustine put his fist in his mouth, biting down on the knuckles as
he tried to distract himself from the pain. Marvin continued to wail away
in him, fucking him harder and deeper as they scooted the table across the
small room. Augustine was sure the Police would come in charging, weapons
drawn as everyone in the hall looked in to see the prominent white attorney
getting butt fucked by his uneducated black cliental.

"Shit man..., I'm cumming...!" announced Marvin, sounding like music to
Augustine's ears.
	He felt the big dick pumping through him suddenly swell as Marvin
shoved in and held himself there. A few second later he felt the big dick
pulsing inside him, pumping out fresh convict cum directly into his bowels.
	Marvin was breathing hard as memories of Malik and him started to
fade. He slowly removed his dick from his lawyer's hole, tucking his thick
black snake back into his pants as Augustine stood up and retrieved his
trousers.

	10 minutes later as the Bailiff called everyone to stand at
attention..., Patrick Augustine quietly crept into the back of the court
room unseen, taking a seat (carefully) in the back row as he tried to keep
the pressure off of his sore tailbone...

Pt-5

RIVER-VIEW APTS

	At the end of the day, 51 year old police Captain David
L. McConnell returned to his home after spending more than a few hours at
the local bar. He fumbled with his keys at the front door before
successfully letting himself in. He dropped his coat, briefcase, and kicked
off his dress shoes before even closing the door behind him.

"Where you been, David...?" asked his lover, 22 year old Andrew Roberts as
he came in from the bedroom. "...I've been worried about you!" he added,
indeed sounding distressed.

"As you can see..., I'm fine...!" said McConnell, happily making his way to
his private bar.

"Are you drunk...?" asked Andrew, unsure. "I've never seen you drunk
before...!"

"You know why...?" asked McConnell, opening a new bottle of Vodka as he
poured himself a tall glass straight up. "...that's because I'm a Captain
on the Police Force..., and I'm supposed to..., refrain from such
things...!" laughed McConnell, spilling some of the booze on the bar top.

"Why are you drunk...?" asked Andrew, concerned.

"I had to testify in Ellis' trial today..." said McConnell, turning the
glass up to his lips. Andrew watched as his older lover took a few swigs
before the alcohol started to burn his throat. "...I had to sit up there
under oath..., and lie to the judge and jury about what a model partner
Ellis was during our 10 years together in the field!"

"Why did you have to lie...?" asked Andrew, innocently.

"Because Ellis would have told everyone that I'd been his personal dick
sucker if I hadn't!" replied McConnell, drunkenly. "And his fucking prick
wife would have gone to the press and told them that I tried to break up
their marriage because I was in love with her husband...!!" he finished,
downing the rest of his drink before pouring himself another.

"Did you...?" asked Andrew, curiously.

"No..., NO!" answered McConnell, feeling mentally exhausted. "Ellis
blackmailed me into being his dick sucker, amongst other things..., but he
lied to his wife about me being in love with him when she inadvertently
discovered that we were fucking...!"

"How did she do that...?" questioned Andrew.

"I don't know..." sighed McConnell, wearily. "Maybe she intercepted a phone
call, or maybe she has a heightened woman's intuition..., or maybe Ellis
just plain talks in his sleep! I don't know! She just knew! That's all!" he
yelled, frustrated. "Either way I HAD to sit up there on that stand today
and lie! Lie before God, lie before the Judge, lie to myself...!" he said
before pausing..., "In truth Ellis was a tyrant! He took what he wanted
when he wanted! He never gave a damn about anyone else's thoughts, ideals,
or feelings! It was all about HIM, what HE got out of it, how HE could
benefit! He was a lousy partner, and he deserves whatever fate justice has
in stored for him!"
	Andrew could see the trouble written on his lover's face. It scared
him that something could scared McConnell. Andrew had always saw him as an
iron figure, a stone cold man's man which nothing could affect. Seeing him
now (drunken, worried, broken) he worried his man was just a man and
nothing more.

"Come here, David..." he said, drawing his lover into his arms. "...lets
get you to bed...!"
	David didn't resist as Andrew led him into the master bedroom. He
undressed McConnell as he finished his drink, the smell of liquor heavy in
the air. Andrew lay him back in bed before removing his socks and
underwear. He couldn't resist staring at McConnell's soft penis as it lay
limp across his thigh. Andrew ignored his heating loins as he pulled the
covers up over McConnell, and tucked him in with a soft kiss about the
forehead.

	Sometime about 3am, McConnell began to stir in his sleep. He tossed
and turned from side to side, muttering softly as he continued to
snore. Andrew reached out to find McConnell's warm body drenched in sweat,
his dick rock hard and pulsing with blood. Andrew knew what McConnell
liked, so without waking him, he crawled down under the covers and began
sucking his boyfriend's woodie.

	McConnell groaned as he stopped tossing and began breathing
harder. Andrew sealed his mouth to the shape of Mc's dick and bobbed his
head in his lap. He loved the taste of the older man's dick, jamming his
face down on the huge 9 and 1/2 inch lance to swallow as much as
possible. Andrew was no porn star (having only broken into bisexuality that
same year [chaps-22, pt-1 & 28, pt-1]) as he sucked modestly up and down
his lover's thick shaft.
	McConnell's dick was long and hard, the smooth soft skin the same
tan color as the rest of his hairy body. Mixed raced (black and white),
McConnell had features resembling both of his parents. He had always been
proud that his monster dick came from his father's side of the family.

	Andrew sucked and slurped up and down the mulatto prick until he
had it shining wet with his spit, then he grabbed a tube of anal lube from
the nightstand and proceeded to anoint his anus generously before mounting
his lover. McConnell continued to sleep as Andrew lowered his ass down on
the upright prick, slowly sinking down all the way to the hairy salt and
pepper ball sack.
	Andrew ground his ass down in McConnell's lap, letting the thick
prick stretch out his squeezing sphincter muscles. When he relaxed, he
began to rise and fall his plump ass up and down, fucking himself on his
boyfriend's stick.

"uhh..." moaned McConnell in his sleep as Andrew rode him. The younger man
(whom had been tricked into getting butt fucked in the beginning...) rode
his partner's dick perfectly as he gently squeezed his anal muscles along
the slippery shaft. He wanted to make McConnell feel good, knowing the
older man had always enjoyed fucking him long and deep.
	Andrew felt the big hard dick parting his ass cheeks as he slid up
and down the pole. His own dick grew rock hard as he fucked himself,
impelling his own ass on the human sword. He couldn't believe how
accustomed he'd gotten to getting fucked, going from total straight to
hardcore bottom in less than a year. His ex-girlfriend still didn't
understand why he suddenly broke up with her, giving her some flimsy excuse
that he wasn't ready for a long term committed relationship just yet. She
still looked for him in church, and visited his parents whom thought the
two were well on their way to getting married.

	Andrew laughed to himself whenever he thought about the huge
mistake he nearly made. No woman could ever possibly make him feel as good
as a man could. Whenever Andrew fucked a girl it felt unnatural and
artificial, as if he were on the outside looking in. But once he started
getting fucked by men (particularly Malik [chap-28, pt-3]), he was head
over heels!
	At first Andrew was interested in Malik (wanting him to be his
lover), but Malik wasn't interested. He set Andrew up on a blind date with
McConnell, hoping to get the two men out of his hair. McConnell didn't want
to have anything to do with Andrew, being that he was so young and
inexperienced. But Andrew was looking for the one thing Malik wasn't, --a
budding relationship, so they gave it a try and had been together ever
since.

	Andrew knew McConnell was old enough to be his father. In fact,
McConnell was a year older than Andy's actual father. He had always been
afraid to let them all meet, as his parents would surely question the means
of their relationship (knowing that McConnell was obviously older).  He
kept his parents out of his personal life, lying to them about having a
male roommate his own age who also worked as a Corrections
Officer. Andrew's parents fully believed Andy's roommate was a 26 year old
named Malik Jones, not David McConnell.
	McConnell never questioned Andrew on his parents, having much the
same problems with his own children. None of them knew about Andrew. They
believed their father lived alone, a busy police Captain with no time for a
love life whatsoever. McConnell had always been careful not to expose his
children to any of his sexual male partners, wanting to keep his sex life
private from his personal life. But his ex-wife (Christina) was always good
at reminding his children of their dad's infatuation with men, going as far
as to try to alienate him from his sons.

	Andrew felt his own anal muscles relaxing under the constant
massage of McConnell's dick. He happily plunged his asshole down on the
hard pillar over and over, ramming McConnell's 9 and 1/2 incher up into his
own colon as he stroked his own dick in the same rhythm.
	He used his anal muscles to massage and milk the hard shaft,
flexing his butt cheeks every time he squeezed them together. McConnell
began to stir, breaking his snoring pattern eversooften as he became
semi-conscious.

	Andrew reached down with his free hand and began pinching and
pulling McConnell's nipple. McConnell's body began to react by thrusting up
into the ass above him. He moaned in his sleep as he started to hump,
helping drive his tool well deep in Andrew's massaging anus.  "Fuck...?
groaned Andy, loving the feeling in his ass. He leaned forward and began to
bounce his bubble butt up and down faster, causing a mild slap to echo
through the room. McConnell still lay half asleep, his drunken mind in a
fog as his dick was rode expertly. In his partial sleep he started to
dream, dreaming of a life of possibilities. In his dream he was graciously
awakened by his lover. His eyes opened to the beautiful brightness of the
morning sun shining through their terrace windows. On top of him he could
see his lover riding him, bouncing his firm buttock up and down in his lap,
his asshole swallowing up every inch of his rock solid tool as they
declared their love through sex.
	McConnell reached up, wrapping his hands around his lover's waist
as he squeezed firmly on his hips. McConnell thrust up into the plush ass
riding him, spearing his bottom with every jab as their bodies began to
slam together. McConnell could feel himself nearing climax as he grabbed
his lover around the neck and pulled his face down to share in a soulful
kiss. Their lips locked as tongues slipped into hot accepting mouths,
sucking hard as they breathed in each other's breathes. McConnell felt the
passion of his love soaring up from his scrotum as his dick swelled and
began to pulsate. He fucked harder into the hole above him, tightening his
grip as he shoved in and came.

"AAAwww fuuucckkk...!!!" yelled Andrew, shooting his own load all over
McConnell's abs as they flexed and contracted under the skin. He clinched
his butt cheeks together, trapping McConnell's dick in his bowels as it
started to shoot off and hose his insides. He leaned forward and kissed
McConnell on his gasping lips, just as McConnell was emptying his essence
in his bowels. "...I love you, David..." he whispered between kisses,
feeling the dick flex in his ass.

"I love you too..., Malik...!"

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