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!
The HOLE/16 TOUGH DECISIONS
Pt-1 Piedmont Penitentiary A new day has begun...
"What're we going to do about this hit Sarge ordered us to do?" asked Blake, lying back on his bunk as he watched his cellmates (Bruce Gardner and Alan Cooper) lying in their own beds passing the time.
"I don't know yet." said Gardner, still thinking through his options as he stared up at the peeling ceiling.
"I say we pop this asshole as fast as possible..., stick him hard, then get the fuck out of there before anyone sees us!" advised Cooper, pumped up about the hit.
"We can't kill T-Bo...!" said Blake, trying to be rational. "...the Mandingos will KNOW it was the Aryans..., and you know THEY'll turn us over in the blink of an eye!" he argued. "Look what they did to Christopher!"
"What'a you care? We've killed suspects before! What's the big difference here?" asked Cooper, intensely. "This is a test of courage and loyalty! If we DON'T do it, we'll never get on the inside track! We'll always be on the outside of the Aryans, the blacks, the ricans, the guard...!" countered Cooper, compellingly.
"I still think it's wrong..., the Aryans can't be trusted!" doubted Blake. "What do you think, Bruce?"
"I think we have no choice. Whatever we do will, we'll always be the outsiders, the ex-cops, the MAN! We have to do what we have to do!"
Pt-2
Muhammad his in his cell, reading over religious material when his cellmate (and recently, -lover) walks in. Abdul sees Muhammad sitting at their desk, going over his studies with intensity. He tires to busy himself, to keep from interrupting the man's studies, but after awhile it seems to become obvious that Muhammad is ignoring him on purpose. To test his theory, he squeezed by him on his way across the cell, touching him affectionately on the back and shoulders to see his reaction. Muhammad shifted uncomfortably, looking more annoyed than ever before.
"Is there something wrong? Did I..., do something?" whispered Abdul, sitting on the bottom bunk bed behind him.
"What...?" asked Muhammad, trying to act innocent.
"Come on, Muhammad..., we've barely talked since yesterday, and we haven't..." he looked around to make sure no one was around. "...made love in days, man! I thought we were going to hook up last night?"
"I..., I was just..." said Muhammad, taking off his reading glasses to pinch the tension from his eyes. "...I've just been tired." he added.
"Kewl." responded Abdul, feeling better. "So we still good?"
"Yeah, sure..." said Muhammad, avoiding eye contact.
"Good." said Abdul, squeezing Muhammad's shoulder. "We hooking up tonight? I sure could use you man. Can't wait to feel your body against mine."
Muhammad shifted again, uncomfortably.
"I..., I don't think we should mess around anymore..." he said, hesitantly. Abdul looked shocked.
"Why...?" he asked, completely blindsided. Muhammad took a deep breath...
"People know, Abdul..."
"People? What people? Who knows?" asked Abdul, nervously.
"I was talking to one of the brothers..., -Amahd." he admitted, stoically. "I was advising him against seeing one of Duke's so called prison pussies' (Nakia)..., and he informed me that he was aware of what you and I did in our cell after lights out'!"
"How does he know what we do?" asked Abdul.
"I don't know..., he KNOWS, that's all that's important!" said Muhammad, getting a headache.
"So..., based on what HE said, you want to stop doing what we do?" asked Abdul, unclear.
"Of course!" said Muhammad, vehemently. "How are we supposed to lead by example, if we're doing the same exact thing everyone else is? We're being hypocrites!"
"We knew that before we started!" said Abdul, seeing no reason to change their behavior. "You can't tell me you didn't know this when we first started?"
"Regardless, Abdul..., how are we to absorb our teachings if we continue to repeat the same sins? We've got to stop at some point, to realize and recognize our destructive behavior will hurt us in the long run!"
"So just like that, it's over?" asked Abdul, reaching his hand in to fondle Muhammad.
"Yes! It HAS to be!" said Muhammad.
"So we're supposed to just ignore each other lying in the next bed..., knowing the other is as eager as you are to touch you..." he said, running his hand down Muhammad's chest and stomach. "...to hold you...to feel, and taste you?" he added, grabbing the growing lump in his crotch. He trailed the outline of his dick with his fingertips, measuring the length he had become all to accustom to sucking.
"Abdul..., don't..., please..." whispered Muhammad, weakly.
"You want me to stop?" asked Abdul, squeezing it hard. "Or do you want me to go down there and kiss your dick, and suck your balls, until you're begging me to take it in my mouth?"
Muhammad said nothing, as he felt his resistance slowly slip through his loins. "Cover the door..." suggested Abdul, his mouth already starting to water.
"But its still day-time..." said Muhammad, preferring to hide under the cloak of night.
"We both need this, Muhammad..." said Abdul, licking his full red lips. Muhammad found himself staring into the handsome Muslim's mouth, picturing his dick sliding between his lips. Muhammad got up from his seat (his hardon tenting out the front of his prison pants), grabbed a sheet off the bed, and walked over to the cell door. He looked back at Abdul, whom had started to slowly unbutton his shirt. Muhammad then started tying the ends of the sheet up to the bars, creating a thin wall for privacy. When he turned back around, Abdul was pulling off his pants.
Muhammad walked back over towards the bed, unbuttoning his own shirt. He and Abdul exchanged no words as they watched each other get naked, admiring each other's bodies as their slim/medium muscles and hard manhoods came into view. Unlike other encounters, this one took place in broad daylight, outside of bed, with more at stake.
Muhammad took Abdul into his arms. The 2 fully grown men caressed each other's skins in ways they'd never touched another man. Surprisingly it felt good. Affection (rather from man or woman) in a place where there is no affection, feels good. Their hands roam over muscular arms and shoulders, down muscled backs and flat hairy chests. Their dicks poke each other in the tights, leaving wet pre-cum streaks wherever their dicks touched.
Abdul was the first one to lean in, tilting his head slightly as he pursed his lips to kiss. Muhammad didn't resist. He merely closed his eyes until their lips met. The first kiss was timid, unsure, and experimental. The second kiss was more exploratory, -lingering. The third kiss was more relaxed and controlled. The forth kiss introduced tongues. And by the fifth kiss, they both were hooked on each other's mouths.
Muhammad guided Abdul backwards towards the beds, lying down on top of him as they explored each other's mouths and bodies. Muhammad maneuvered himself between Abdul's legs, causing him to assume the missionary position. He ground his hardon into his, breathing hard as they exchanged spit through sloppy soul kissing. "I want you to fuck me, Muhammad..." groaned Abdul, breaking the kiss as he panted breathlessly.
"What...?" asked the older man, rising up on his elbow as he looked down into the younger man's eyes. "You sure?"
"Yeah..., I've been thinking about it a lot, lately..." whispered Abdul. "...I want us to be each other's soulmates while we're in here! I want to be able to touch you in ways no other man in this prison can! And I want the same from you!"
"You want to fuck me too?" asked Muhammad, thinking about the pain.
"I want us to be there for each other! In anyway necessary!" opposed Abdul. "And I'm willing to go first!" he added, pulling his legs wider apart. "Just be gentle, brother..."
Pt-3
The `rec room' is where prisoners go for recreation, games such as Ping-Pong, Volleyball, and indoor basketball are the games of choice. Like with most games, the men get very competitive. While the blacks and Mandingos usually hold the most wins on the basketball court, it's the Aryans that rally well on the volleyball court, while the ricans usually fair well on the tables. Respect and bragging rights are usually the most a champion will walk away from a game with, but occasionally bets are set, either involving money, favors, or sex.
Alex Sanchez sits on the sidelines, cheering on one of his block-mates when his official "boyfriend" David Rodriguez walks over and takes a seat beside him. The 2 sit awkwardly for a moment, not having spoken since the day Alex found out David cheated on him with another inmate.
"Hi." said David discreetly, trying to keep a low-key.
"Sup?" responded Alex, keeping his eyes forward on the game.
"How's your nose?" asked David (referring to an event which happened in chap-11).
"Itsallgood." said Alex, touching his healed nose subconsciously.
"I miss you." said David, looking over at Alex. Alex said nothing, trying to remain stiff towards David. "I know I fucked up..., but I really like you." he whispered under his breath. "I really didn't mean to hurt you..."
"Then why'd you do it?" asked Alex, looking at David for the first time. "Was it because he was black? Because his dick was bigger? Because he fucks better? Were you curious? Lonely? Or just being a whore?"
"I deserve that." said David, feeling the words cut into his feelings. "I don't blame you for being mad at me..., but no matter what Genuwine and I did, it was nothing compared to you!"
Alex looked away, turning back towards the Ping-Pong table as he allowed the words to absorb into him. Knowing Genuwine wasn't as good as he, that David wasn't carrying around a torch for the Mandingo, somehow made him feel better about himself. He was beginning to feel bad about himself, wondering what kind of loser he was if he couldn't hold onto another man? But just as he was starting to feel better, in walks Genuwine on the far side of the rec room. David saw Alex's eyes lock on the black thug as he joined his black buddies over by the ball court. This was his first day back from the hospital where he had been stitched up by doctors. He lifted his shirt to show his boiz his wound. David watched as Alex jumped up from the bench, and stormed out of the room.
From the small crowd hovered around the Ping-Pong table, Raul smiled to himself, having kept a watchful eye on David's and Alex's entire exchange.
Pt-4 "So wussup, nigga? Welcome back!" said Genuwine's friends (Marvin, Duke, Wyome, and Killer-Pete), gathering around him in a show of solidarity and support. "How were the nurses, man? Did you at least get some head while you were out?"
"Naw, man..." laughed Genuwine, pulling his shirt back down. "...the nurse I had looked like Drew Carey!"
"Shit..., ugly pussy's better than NO pussy at all!" said Pete, grabbing at his dick.
"That explains your pedigree, mother fucker!" laughed Marvin, at Pete's expense.
"Huh?"
"Think about it, dumbass!" laughed Duke, jabbing Pete in the ribs as they watched other members playing ball on the court. Genuwine looked over towards the ricans at the Ping-Pong table, and spotted David sitting in the stands. Their eyes locked for a second, before David got up and followed his boyfriend out the door. This too was observed by Raul, whom eyed Genuwine with distastefully from afar.
Pt-5
In the Visitor's Center, 38 yr old Lidia Gardner sits sat what resembles the round recreation tables at a pre-school. She watches other families re-united with imprisoned loved ones, embracing them lovingly before talking to them intimately about their lives, their homes, families and future. She watches the door open which separates the prisoners from the visitors, and sees her husband (Bruce) escorted by a guard.
Bruce smiles when he spots his wife, then walks over to her quickly. She stands nervously, granting him a friendly hug in front of officers. Bruce gripped her tightly, loving the feel and smell of her petite frame in his arms. It'd been many months since his arrest and conviction, and months still since he last had relations with his wife. His cock grew hard as memories if them in bed instantly flooded his brain.
"Damn its god to see you...!" he said in her ear, draped over her like an giant coat. Lidia held back tears as they separated and took their seats. "The guards don't allow for a lot of touching and hugging..., thinking someone may be trying to smuggle things in or out." said Gardner, staring into his wife's eyes. "Damn it's good to see you! You look great! How are you? How's Samantha?" (his daughter).
"She's good." said Lidia, shaky. "She has a new boyfriend. His name's Matt. He's really a nice boy!"
"So she's adjusting well in Colorado?" asked Gardner, unable to take his eyes off his wife's figure.
"She's coping..., we're all coping." she said, wearily. "How's Christopher? Why didn't you bring him with you?" she asked, looking for her son.
"Chris' good. He's handling himself well." lied Gardner, not wanting his wife to worry.
"Are you sure, Bruce? Chris isn't like you..., he's not a tough kick ass ignorant arrogant sonovabitch! He's sensitive! These men will eat him up alive!"
"I'm watching over him, honey. So is Alan and Don." assured Gardner.
"What about Joseph? Why didn't you mention Jo? What happened to him?" asked Lidia, suspiciously.
"uh...nothing, honey! Jo's just not adjusting as well. You know he was young, inexperienced..."
"Until YOU corrupted him..., turning him into a monster like yourself!" finished Lidia.
"Huh..?" asked Gardner, sensing something different about his wife's demeanor.
"I always said that you pushed Christopher too hard..., but you would never listen!" she said, feeling frustrated. "Even as a small boy you would be rough with him..., calling him names, making him feel as if he never measured up to your streetwise police standards!"
"Lidia..."
"Now look what's happened! You've turned our son into a convicted murderer!"
"You can't pin Chris' actions on me...!" defended Gardner.
"Then WHO did this to him? Me? Sam? His teachers?" asked Lidia, becoming irate.
"Tempest Williams got hold of him! He and his goons drugged him and took advantage of his innocence...!"
"And how did Tempest Williams learn of Christopher?" asked Lidia, bringing the blame back to her husband. "If YOU weren't so busy being corrupt with your cop buddies, harassing those poor drug dealers and stealing money and drugs from them like some sort of common criminal..., they wouldn't have ever learned about Christopher, they wouldn't have come after us, and he wouldn't be here now!"
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen..." said Gardner, feeling like a heel. He had no idea his wife felt this strongly towards him, -no wonder she never showed up at his jury trail.
"I've let you treat us like second rate citizens for too long, Bruce! Your strong arm rules and disrespect has sent our family into despair long before any of this happened! I should have left your ass a long time ago! You were mean, hateful, controlling, rude, abusive, and cruel to all of us! It's no wonder Sam's flourishing in Colorado without you!"
"Lidia..., calm down..." said Gardner, looking around embarrassed as guards and spectators started to take notice of them.
"I'm seeing someone...!" she added, causing Gardner's mouth to drop. "He's the total opposite of YOU! He's loving, caring, refreshing, fun..., and he always waits until I cum first!"
"Who is he? Who the fuck is he?!" asked Gardner, suddenly angry. The guards started towards him.
"I want a divorce, Bruce!" she said, reaching into her purse to retrieve a piece of paper. She threw it at him as she stood to leave. Gardner grabbed the paper, and opened it. It read from the Common Pleas Courts Of Colorado, -a divorce decree.
"You bitch!" he snapped, jumping up from his seat as he charged his wife. Lidia Gardner stumbled backwards in pure fright, nearly toppling over. The guards grabbed her just in time as he reached for her, grabbing her by the arm. She screamed as his grip tightened and he pulled her into him. The guards wrapped their arms around his neck and torso, pulling him back offensively. Gardner dragged his wife with him. She grabbed onto the visitor's table, trying to wrench free as one of the guards grabbed her hair and yanked his head back painfully. "AAHHHHHH!! Bitch! Bitch! I'll kill you first!" he screamed, releasing his wife as she caught her balance and ran for the exit door like a bat out of hell. Gardner was last seen screaming her name as the guards dragged him out of the Visitor's Center, away from the stunned and shocked families of his fellow inmates.
Pt-
After lights out', most all prisoners go to sleep. Some however, stay awake; namely the frightened, and the horny. For those frightened inmates like Emmett Greene (chap-1, Pt-2), and Nakia Dawson (chap-2, Pt-3), lights out' was usually just the beginning of their troubles. While we all know Nakia's outcome (becoming Duke's in-house "pussyboi")..., for Emmett Greene (formally raped in the prison showers back in chap-1) being cellmates with Marvin Rollins is like a life sentence compounded on his court mandated 5 year sentence. From the moment word spread through the prison grapevine of his `sweet pussy', Emmett had been in demand by many of the more aggressive inmates that wouldn't take "no" for an answer. Marvin Rollins is one such inmate. As soon as Emmett was released from the infirmary, Marvin was on him like whit on rice, making him learn how to suck dick and fucking his straight thug ass on a near nightly basis.
At first Emmett tried to strike a deal with Marvin, offering to service him for protection from the prisoners who raped him. But Marvin wasn't really interested in being some man's protector when all he wanted was some pussy. He fucked Emmett's ass hard that night, pounding him extra hard so the other inmates could hear him getting fucked. But it wasn't until after he busted his nutt deep in the inmate's worn rectum, that he informed him that he wasn't interested in his offer. Emmett sat in stunned shock as Marvin rolled over in his bunk and went to sleep. The next day, Emmett was fucked again by most of the men that broke him in in the shower. They rushed him in his own cell, and fucked him in succession until his colon was swimming in semen. That night he was fucked again by his cellmate, taken like a street whore despite his pleas and promises. At some point he started to get used to the anal assaults, his anus well stretched by the daily gang bangs. Eventually attacks began to slow and slack off as newer inmates (fresh meat) came in and took his place as `the pack's' new prey. Occasionally he still got fucked by his rapists, but not nearly as much or by as many as before. As time went by, Emmett even started to join in on rapes, getting in line to shove his hard dick up some poor frightened new inmate's ass after he'd been cornered in the showers by a horny mob of men. The first time he joined one such banging, he came after only 30 seconds in the raped man's ass, cumming quickly after feeling all the cum loads of the other rapists that came before him.
But then there are those inmates who stay up to keep dates of secret rendezvous. Muslim inmates Muhammad and Abdul lay in bed together, basking in the afterglow of their first actual intercourse.
Muhammad snuggles up behind Abdul (chest to back), his arm draped about the younger man's torso as his groin presses up to his bare buttock. This is the first time that they make love anally, sharing the same bed after experiencing mind numbing orgasms.
Muhammad feels like a man again, connected to his mind body and spirit for the first time in years. While his religious studies helped find food for his soul, his body yearned for human companionship. Being sentenced for 25 years for murdering a fellow crack head (with 9 years left to go), his body missed the physical food (sex) it required to make his spirit whole.
Abdul lay with his back to Muhammad, feeling his body pressed into his backside. Abdul (real name; Cameron Winters) is 39, the middle son of 6 siblings. His father is a doctor, and his mother a nurse at the same hospital. To most people on the outside looking in, Cameron and his siblings had the world at their fingertips, but no one knows the pressures placed on them by parents who strive for nothing short of perfection better than Cameron himself.
Never good enough (in his father's eyes) for receiving only moderate grades in school, Cameron always felt un-wanted and un-loved by his father. When Cameron opted to skip college to pursue a career in construction, his dad disowned him, kicking Cameron from his home and life at age 18. For the next 16 years Cameron struggled with work and living pay check to pay check, occasionally finding help financially through women he lived with during the course of their relationships. His last relationship was with a woman named Rahsheda, -she and Cameron lived together for 2 years before her jailbird brother moved in after a brief stint in prison. One day after work, Cameron came home to find the police ransacking their home and belongings. They arrested Rasheda, her brother, and Cameron for credit card and identity theft after recovering a plethora of stolen I.D's in their home. Rasheda and he brother struck a deal with prosecutors, accusing Cameron of "spearhead" the whole organization. They merely got slapped with 2 years probation while Cameron got 5 years in prison for a crime he knew nothing about. It was here in prison that he met Muslims like Amahd, Rashad, and Muhammad. They taught him about religion, about manhood, about inner peace and forgiveness. It was here that he changed his name and discovered who he was as a man, finding a place where he belonged. And that feeling was amplified with the feel of Muhammad's manhood rising hard against his bare backside. Abdul stretched, pushing his ass back against Muhammad as the man's arms tightened around his chest.
"How you feeling...? You okay?" asked Muhammad, nestling his face right next to Abdul's.
"I'm good, man..., great, actually!" smiled Abdul, tilting his head so Muhammad's full sensual lips grazed against his ear and cheek.
"How's your butt? It doesn't hurt too much, do it?" asked Muhammad, playing with Abdul's nipple.
"It's a little sore..." admitted Abdul, leaning back. "You really put it to me!" he smiled, rewinding the events in his mind.
"I still can't believe you offered your ass to me..., that was really brave of you..." whispered Muhammad.
"Its what we both needed, man." surmised Abdul. "There's only so many blow jobs a man can take before he needs to plunge into something hot and tight!"
"Werd up!" chuckled Muhammad. "And you definitely were, tight! Tightest thing I'd ever been in!"
"So you liked it?" asked Abdul, gleaming.
"If the gut full of cum I shot into you didn't convince you..., does this answer your question?" asked Muhammad, thrusting his hardon between Abdul's butt cheeks. Abdul felt the fattening head slide between his buns and nudge up against his asshole, pushing at the tight wet ring it once entered. "Care to go one more round?" he asked, praying for a `yes'.
"Anywhere, anytime!" said Abdul, pushing back on the dick.
Muhammad's dick pierced through Abdul's anal ring, causing him to gasp aloud. Muhammad's dick squeezed through the tight ring, pushing through the sphincter and into the rectum.
"aarrrhhhhh..." moaned Muhammad, reacting to the tightness as the ring snapped shut around his dick base.
Abdul panted softly as Muhammad started to grind, then pump his hips into him. He'd already experienced being fucked by Muhammad once, and although Abdul was a virgin, he really enjoyed the special bond with strengthened profoundly between he and Muhammad once they became connected. Muhammad had been very gentle, taking his time to loosen and open Abdul with a long rimming before introducing his dick. He was patient upon entry, allowing Abdul to adjust to the pressure before fucking him more intensely. Abdul lay on his back, his legs open in womanly fashion as Muhammad lay in him, stroking himself in and out. In that position they could read each other's facial expressions, Muhammad could tell if he was hurting Abdul too badly, while Abdul could see the pleasure on Muhammad's face. Eventually Abdul started to relax and enjoy the fucking, his dick growing and thickening to match the hardon inside him. He reached down and stroked it in his hand, timing his masturbation with Muhammad's thrusts. The 2 men read each other's bodies and expressions all the way up until climax. Abdul watched Muhammad's eyes roll up into their sockets as he pumped harder. Seconds later he felt the older man's dick swell, then felt it pulse and throb wildly inside him. Muhammad tried to stifle his moans as the cum pumped out of his contracting balls, filling Abdul's bowels. In the midst of cumming, Muhammad leaned down and french kissed Abdul, causing him to shoot his own load all over his chest and stomach. One would think that the 2 straight men would have quickly come to their senses after climax, pulling apart and heading to their separate beds in a fit of shame and guilt, but they didn't. Instead they continued to kiss passionately, finally feeling connected to someone physically as they bask in their own afterglows.
Now Muhammad fucked into Abdul in "spoon position", holding him tightly from behind as he slammed his body into him. Abdul reached back behind Muhammad's head, then turned his to steal a sideways kiss. Muhammad stuck out his tongue, allowing Abdul to suckle it while his hands roamed over his muscular body, down to his hard dick. Muhammad wrapped his hand around the 8 inch iron flesh pole, and began to stroke it. Abdul pushed his ass back onto the thrusting manhood pounding at his back door, and grunted softly into Muhammad's mouth. The pain emitting through his anal ring was genuine, but the satisfaction of satisfying his long time mentor and cellmate, far out-weighted what discomfort he was experiencing. He actually found himself wanting Muhammad's juice, knowing from the previous experience that the hot manmade liquid would wash over and soothe his aching innards upon release.
Muhammad loved this. He excluded sex from his life the second he stepped into the prison, but he'd given up on sex years before, from the moment he picked up the crack pipe. He traded his life, love, and family for a few chips of rock. He worked to get high, he stole to get high, he sold to get high, he died to get high. Being sent to prison may have saved his life, for it was that moment on that he cleansed his body of his poisons, and found himself a religion. The only thing really lacking was someone special. Muhammad always thought religion would compensate, giving him all the peace and tranquility he would need to survive life on the inside. He didn't know how unhappy he was, how unsatisfied and tortured his soul was, until Abdul showed him the way.
Now suddenly all the pieces seemed to fit. Muhammad didn't see himself (or Abdul) as gay, merely 2 men doing what they felt was necessary to survive. To lock a man up for 20 years and tell him he will not experience love, or emotion, or feeling, or anything sexual again, is completely inhuman and would drive any man mad eventually if given enough time. But being connected to Abdul somehow brings a sense of sanity, a sense of belonging and humanity back to his life.
Muhammad felt his dick starting to throb wildly, and knew it was only a matter of minutes before he reached another climax. Abdul's anus was doing a marvelous job of choking his dick, the slick ring sliding roughly up and down the thick dark shaft as he thrust into him repeatedly. Muhammad quickened his stroke on Abdul's dick, wanting to make him cum at the same time, but he mistimed his own climax, and came within seconds, filling Abdul's colon with another load of thick juice.
He groaned loudly as Abdul accepted all he had to offer. Abdul's bowels absorbed all the hot liquids, sapping it up like a sponge. Muhammad slipped his tongue back into Abdul's mouth, pulling his dick from his ass as he rolled Abdul onto his back. They continued to trade sloppy kisses for awhile, while Muhammad jacked him off harder. Abdul started to thrust up into Muhammad's hand, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching while feeling his slimy seed drip slowly from his swollen anal lips. Within seconds the cum shot out of his dick head, arching high through the air before landing all over the back of Muhammad's head and shoulder. Abdul moaned into Muhammad's mouth as the rest of his spool pooled onto his abdomen.
"We're going to have to go back to our individual beds before the guards make their rounds..." whispered Muhammad, feeling the semen drip down off his body.
"Don't worry..., I'll wake you!" smiled Abdul.
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