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/27 TOUGH LOVE
Pt-1
"Where's your brother?" asked Romero Rodriguez (father of Raul, Carlos, and David Rodriguez), as he pulled up and fastened his pants, leaving Phi Bui to breathe easier. The two brothers (Raul and Carlos) and Alex stared stupidly as neither answered the man. "Am I speaking Chinese?" asked Romero, growing annoyed. "Where's your fuckin brother?!"
"He's not here." said Raul.
"Not here?" asked Romero, confused. "I thought you were all sentenced together? Whadda mean he's not here?"
"I mean, he's HERE, in the prison..., but he's not here, with us." explained Raul, vaguely.
"You mean he's in another cell block?" asked Romero, concerned. "Which one? You mean he's in with the black guys and those Aryan fucks?" questioned the father, getting upset. "How could you let him be separated from you? You KNOW how the other inmates feel about puertoricans!"
"It was HIS choice, dad! He left on his own!" defended Raul.
"Whadda mean he chose to leave on his own? Why would he leave the safety of his own people to live with a populace that'd knife him in the back faster then they could bend him over and fuck his brains?" asked Romero, sensing something fishy. "What happened? What did you assholes do to him to make him leave the safety of his own family? And who the fuck is that?" he asked, pointing at Alex.
"Oh..., he's with me, dad. That's my boi Alex!" introduced Raul. Romero looked Alex over as he nodded his head in respect to the angry father.
"You mean he's your bitch!" said Romero, cutting through the bullshit. Alex blushed with extreme embarrassment. "So while you're in here butt fucking around with his bitch..., you let your brother go off and get snatched up by some rival gang? Is that how I taught you fucks to look after each other?"
"But pop..., David's gay! What'r we supposed to do if he decides to hook up with some big black ass mother fuckers instead of keeping his ties to the family?" questioned Raul, receiving a viscous backhand across his face from his father. Raul's head spun around as spit and blood splattered against Alex's shocked face.
"Don't talk about your brother that way in prison!" warned Romero. "He's not gay! He's confused! He was molested as a kid by someone he trusted..., and it fucked with his head! That's all!"
Raul slowly turned back towards his father, holding his stinging lip as he held back the tears swelling in his eyes. He always worked hard to impress his father, and hated to disappoint him. "What block is he in? Take me to him NOW!" ordered the older man, following his sons out the cell.
Pt-2
In the Yard, Muslim leader Muhammad and his followers (Abdul, Jamal, Shaheim, Rashad, and Kaseem), were holding a rally to empower inmates and cause them to stand as a united front against the Warden to protest all of the unsafe and outdated materials around the rundown and dilapidated prison. He spoke loudly to be heard as inmates gathered around to listen. Some joining in righteously to fight for improvement, while others took the pessimistic approach, believing no amount of protest would cause change.
Muhammad preached "fair living conditions and equality" for inmates. Sure they were declared guilty of the crimes they were believed to have committed, but that didn't mean they had to live like "rats in the sewers any longer."
It was while he was in the middle of his impressive speech that Romero and the Rootboiz populace came bursting into the prison Yard in groves. Guards noticed the influx of Spanish inmates, and radioed for back-up, expecting trouble.
Raul lead his father straight over to Duke and his Mandingos, as they played wall-ball against the prison wall. Duke and his boiz saw the gang of puertoricans heading their way, and quickly gathered together their numbers. The two groups faced-off in the middle of the Yard, as onlookers watched amusingly as guards scrambled to stop a racial war.
"Wussup, Raul?" asked Duke, standing 6'-3" at the head of the pack with his huge muscular arms folded.
"Where's David?" asked Raul, a short 5'-6" in comparison.
"He's with US now, you know that!" said Duke.
"Fuck that!" said Romero, stepped forth before Raul.
"Who the fuck'r you??" asked Duke, not recognizing the face.
"I'm Romero, -David father!' stated the 5'-7" new comer. "And I want my son returned to me NOW...!"
Duke smirked cockily, but knew better than to oppose the legendary Romero Rodriguez as he motioned for his boiz to release David. From the back of the crowd of black men, David Rodriguez emerged meekly, enveloped in his father's arms as he was welcomed back into his fold.
"Take him..., we're DONE with him anyway!" said Duke, slyly.
Romero passed David off as he was led back into the safety of the prison by Kit and Neko. Romero turned back towards Duke, with unfinished business. "I RULE the puertorican population around here from now on! So any further dealings going on between our races will go through ME, and ME alone! Understood?"
"Whateva you say, pops." smirked Duke. Romero gave him a shitty look as he slowly turned back towards the prison, leading his new following back inside to their own block, much to the relief and delight of guards gathered along the top of the prison walls preparing for a brawl.
Duke and Raul shared a quick look. Duke raised his eyebrows in a silent gesture that they still had unfinished business of their own. Raul nodded quickly and silently, as not to cause detection that he and Duke had worked out a deal. But Alex caught the silent head move, as Duke turned back towards his brethren and laughed, while Alex followed Raul back into the prison.
Pt-3
28 yr old Nakia Dawson had been busy all morning washing his and his lover/cellmate/husband's (Amahd's) clothes, cleaning their cell, making their beds, and cleaning the toilet. He felt like a housewife instead of a man. Amahd didn't allow him to wear the male prison clothes anymore, as he had to wear long shirts as dresses, with no draws or underwear to obstruct Amahd's view of his luscious ass.
Nakia hated his ass for being so full and voluptuous to inmates. Women always liked his "bubble butt", often smacking it or pulling at the handful of cheeks during sexual intercourse. Nakia never had a problem with his ass then, as it attracted women to look his way. But now it was what originally got him put into the position of being fucked by men. While he hated what had become of him since arriving at Piedmont, he knew matters could have been much worse had Duke not dulled most of his senses and anal pains with drugs. It was the drugs that made Nakia relax and get used to getting fucked so often. Men loved the feel of his anal pussy wrapped around their solid manhoods as they pretended he was their wives or girlfriends back home. Nakia was grateful to be rescued from his position as prostitute for Duke, when Amahd volunteered to take his place in Duke's gang. Nakia thought the freedom from Duke would free him from having to wear drag. He knew he would still have to perform sexually for Amahd as his bitch, but he didn't expect to still have to live life as a women.
Amahd was very vehement about keeping Nakia feminized. He made him wear wigs and make-up, skimpy clothing, sit while peeing, cross his legs while sitting, and moan and groan like a female when they made love.
Nakia didn't mind letting Amahd fuck him, as much as he minded being womanized. It was humiliating enough to have to "put-out" for another man, without having to have the entire population laughing at you for being such an obvious bitch. No one respected a man in a dress. And whenever Nakia tired to plead with Amahd to allow him to resume his manly demeanor, Amahd would quickly shoot him down.
For Amahd, having Nakia assume the female role, helped him to accept the idea of fucking another man. It was the only way he could have sex in an all male prison, and not feel like it was wrong or homosexual. Real men didn't dress like women. Real men didn't talk like women. Real men didn't pee sitting down. Amahd could keep his strong manly beliefs, while getting his dick worked over daily.
Nakia was just finishing up his morning "chores" when Amahd came in from his duties with Duke. Nakia could see instantly that he was stressed and agitated, as he walked into the cell and started huffing, puffing, and slamming things around.
"What's wrong, baby?" asked Nakia softly, keeping his voice in the soft fem tone Amahd demanded.
"I nearly got into a brawl for all in the Yard with Duke and the Mandingos verses the Rootboiz!" said Amahd, as Nakia knelt down before him and removed his shoes.
"Why?" asked Nakia, concerned.
"It was over Raul's little brother David..." explained Amahd. "Duke added him to his stable, and made me and his boiz gang bang him last night to punk his pussy."
"You fucked him last night?" asked Nakia, suddenly jealous as he recall Amahd being too tired to fuck when he got in from Duke's cell last night. It was the only time the former Muslim hadn't fucked him since they became cellmates.
"I HAD to..., Duke ordered us to!" reasoned Amahd, noticing Nakia's standoffishness. "Anyway..., Raul's dad is an inmate here now, and he demanded Duke hand over his son or else..."
"And...?" asked Nakia, curiously.
"He handed him over, without a fight. I was glad as shit! The guards was starting to form on the Wall with tear gas and rifles incase we got out of hand." recalled Amahd. "Muhammad was out there making one of his lame ass speeches..., I thought he'd shit a brick when the Mandingos and the Rootboiz formed in the center of the Yard!"
"You're still angry with him over your expulsion from the religion?" asked Nakia.
"No..." answered Amahd. "...I'm angry that he's doing exactly what I'm doing, but being a hypocrite about it! He ain't no better than me! Yet he stands up on his soap box and preaches the ways of the righteous, knowing damn well that he doesn't practice what he preach!"
"How do you know Muhammad's doing the same thing?" asked Nakia. "Have you seem him?"
"No. But the man in the cell right next to his hears him and brutha Abdul fucking at night!" explained Amahd. "They try to keep it quiet..., but he hears them. He's an insomniac."
"Wow..." thought Nakia, finding it somewhat interesting erotically that two masculine men could be sexually active together without feminizing one another. "...I wonder which one is doing the other?"
"Muhammad probably conned Abdul into receiving...abusing his spiritual authority over the younger impressionable inmate!" guessed Amahd.
"Do you really think Muhammad is like that?" asked Nakia, surprised.
"I wouldn't put anything past him!" said Amahd, scornfully.
"He never came across that way to me..." thought Nakia, aloud. "...he always seemed so interested in recruiting for the Muslims!"
"Stay away from him!" ordered Amahd, untrusting. "I don't want you going nowhere NEAR Muhammad, understand?" he asked, grabbing Nakia tight about the forearm.
"Yeah! Yes! I understand, Amahd!" yelled Nakia, wrenching away as he rubbed his sore arm.
"And don't call me `Amahd' anymore, either...that's my Muslim name! Call me Raymond!"
"Okay..." said Nakia, as Raymond settled back down on his bunk. Nakia maneuvered between his legs, and started unfastening his pants. Raymond said nothing as he watched Nakia fumble with his fastens. His dick grew rock hard in his pants as Nakia reached his hand in to fish it out. Once free, Nakia bent forward and started sucking, taking the 8 inch uncut manmeat into the back of his mouth as he sucked away all the stress and tension from his lover's body.
Pt-4
After the rally in the prison yard, Muslim brothers Muhammad and Abdul ventured their way back towards their cell for mid-morning prayer before lunch. But sometime during that journey, brother Abdul convinced Muhammad to follow him into one of the stairwells where prison camera weren't installed. Once there, Abdul shoved Muhammad up against the stairwell wall, and kissed him passionately in the mouth as he lifted his robe and started unfastening his prison pants.
"What are you doing, Abdul...?" asked Muhammad, breaking the kiss as Abdul fell to his knees.
"We haven't had sex in a week! I'm dying to taste you right now! You looked so good standing up there demanding a call for action, rallying the inmates as you talked about the unfair living conditions of the prison..., that I wanted to suck your dick right then and there!" declared Abdul, freeing Muhammad's half hard dick.
"But this isn't a safe place to do something like this, Abdul...anyone could walk in and catch us...!" objected Muhammad.
"It's not safe in our cell anymore either, you say! How long am I supposed to sleep next to you, and not touch you?" asked the 39 yr old Muslim, as he leaned in and swallowed Muhammad's dick.
Muhammad leaned his head back against the wall as he breathed a lustful sigh of relief and passion as his dick was once again consumed. Abdul bathed his dick in warm saliva as he bobbed his head back and forth, eating up his cellmate's manhood as if a man starving. He hadn't so much as kissed Muhammad since Amahd's accusations hit the Muslim members' ears. Muhammad had been paranoid that someone was spying on them, `how else would anyone know what we do late at night after lights out?' he asked. Abdul wasn't sure if what the brothers knew were factual, or just an educated guess, but all he knew was once he'd gotten used to the taste of sex, he couldn't just go back to hand jobs in the middle of the night.
Muhammad kept his ears open, listening for any signs of inmates or personnel entering into the stairwell. It was a known fact that inmates often used the cameraless corridors for quick sex and drug transactions, so he knew they could be invaded upon at any minute.
Abdul wasted no time being cute. He sucked Muhammad's dick like a man possessed, wolfing down most of his dick with deep throat opening strokes as he slithered his wet curious tongue up and down the underbelly with each bob of his head. In no time Muhammad felt himself fast approaching orgasm. His hairy balls tightened in their soft sack as his dick started to pulse and throb on each intake. Abdul was definitely about to get a mouthful of Muhammad's lust. Muhammad closed his eyes tightly as the moment approached fast. Abdul felt the dick swell in his mouth, the cum-tube pulsing against the flat of his tongue as it suddenly started spitting gobs upon gobs of pent up passion into his overflowing oral orifice.
Brother Abdul gulped and gasped for breath as he sucked and swallowed Muhammad's hot cum, the warmth trailing a straight line directly down into his belly as he continued to nurse the pulsating member.
Muhammad expected his lust to be extinguished after climaxing so rapidly, but instead, he got the overwhelming desire to reciprocate for a job well done.
Abdul was slightly surprised when Muhammad picked him up off his knees, turned his back towards the wall, then resumed Abdul's position on his knees before him. Abdul's dick was already brick hard before Muhammad even got it freed. He watched the older, wiser, man lean forward and envelope his manhood. Abdul knew he wouldn't last long, as he too hadn't cum all week since the inquiry. He watched Muhammad's dark lips slide up and down his lite brown shaft, sucking feverishly in a fight against time before they got caught in the heat of the moment. Abdul reached down and trailed his fingers along Muhammad's face, pulling at the soft hairs of his goatee while taking his dick in deep. It's amazing how well a straight man could learn to suck dick once he allows his inhibitions and sexual prejudices to go free. Neither Muhammad nor Abdul would have ever thought themselves a likely candidate for orally pleasing another man, but once the line was crossed and the experience much better than expected, sucking dick became as second nature as eating pussy. There was definite pleasure in pleasing your partner, knowing you possessed the skills to give him the greatest gift one man could bestow upon another...the gift of an incredible orgasm. What man wouldn't want that?
Muhammad felt Abdul's dick starting to pulsate in his mouth as he sucked harder. He looked up to see Abdul's head thrown back, his chest heaving heavily as his orgasm came quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Muhammad...!" he gasped, panting hard as his dick started firing round after round of hot sperm into his cellmate's expecting mouth. Muhammad gathered all the cream together before drinking it down slowly, a warm glow invading his body as his connection to brother Abdul grew ever stronger.
"Thanks Muhammad..., I needed that!" smiled Abdul, refastening his pants as Muhammad stood up and wiped his beard.
"I think we both did!" smiled Muhammad. "But we can't risk getting caught like this again. From now on we HAVE to confine our sex to our cell. We don't want to end up like brother Amahd."
"Definitely not." agreed Abdul, following Muhammad back out the way they came.
Pt-5
Heading back to the prison block after the confrontation in the Yard, word was all abuzz in the Rootboiz block about Romero Rodriguez's sudden return, and take over of power from his sons. Raul Rodriguez returned to his cell, visually upset about the turn of events which transpired today. No one knew his father had been arrested and sent back to prison for parole violations, including a murder he recently committed. While Raul was happy to see his father, and was excited about spending time and serving with him in a gang setting together, he was also upset about losing his title as leader and his place among the Cartel. He'd worked hard to establish himself as a worthy opponent among the other heads, only to have it ripped away by his father. But Romero was the leader of the Rodriguez family, wasn't it only right that he resume leadership over the Rootz as well? How could Raul possibly hope to order his father around like one of his follwers?
Alex saw Raul's dilemma as he watched him sulk about their cell, trying to anticipate what would happen next. Alex wasn't sure exactly how Raul felt, as he really wasn't one to express his inner most feelings beyond an occasional orgasm (which Alex was still getting used to receiving). He mostly tried to stay away from him, allowing him time to think. But Alex was really interested to learn what this meant as far as rank in the new order of Rootz business. With Romero now in the driver's seat, where was Raul on the chain of leadership? And did he still have to perform as Raul's bitch if he was no longer ruler?
Pt-6
Romero Rodriguez escorted his son David back to his cell. After kicking out his cellmate, he ripped the covers up off the beds to close off the bars for privacy. David could see how furious his father was. David was instantly transported back to his childhood, back when his father used to beat him for the slightest mishap. When his father turned around from placing up the sheet barriers, David knew he was in for another beat down when he started to unbuckle his belt.
"Daddy...I'm sorry about going over to the Mandingos like I did..., but you don't understand the circumstances...! Raul and I were fighting like cats and dogs! I...I just couldn't stay here after the way he treated me!" explained David, watching his father remove his belt.
"So instead of fighting your brother for his respect..., you decide to run over to those black mother fuckers to let them turn you into pussy?!" asked Romero, throwing his belt onto the bed. David watched the belt fly across the room, somewhat relieved that he wouldn't be getting an old fashion belt whopping like he used to as a kid. But now he worried that his father might physically fight him like a man, now that he was no longer a child.
His worries doubled when instead of raising his fists to his son, Romero Rodriguez started to unfasten his prison pants. "I always knew you were a prissy boy, David..., I could tell when you were a boy, the way you used to whine and cry like a lil' girl when your brothers and I got a lil' too rough with you! You were always just like your mother. Maybe a lil' too much like her! You walk like her, look like her, think like her..., you even have her cute lil ass!" said Romero, reminiscing as he dropped his pants to the cell floor. David's eyes grew wide when he saw his father's hardon spring into sight. "If you're so determined to be like your mother..., I might as well fuck you like her!" he said, removing his shirt as he stood before his youngest son completely naked. "Might as well get some good use outta having a fag for a son!"
"D...d...dad..." stumbled David, afraid of his father.
Romero Rodriguez walked over to his son, and physically forced him onto his knees. David was staring at his father's hardon face to face, eyeballing the cock that created him and his brothers 20 something years ago. Romero grabbed a fistful of his son's hair, forcing his hard dick between his lips.
David Rodriguez of course was no stranger when it came to cock sucking. He was well skilled in the art, having sucked many men in secret during his young life. But having his father's cock between his lips was definitely a first. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect his father to use him in the way he always wanted him to. Romero gripped his son's hair tighter as he maneuvered his dick in and out of his shocked mouth. But once David got over the initial shock of his father's attack, his natural instincts kicked in, as he began sucking his father's cock for real.
Romero Rodriguez wasn't quite prepared for his son's skills. He gasped unexpectedly when David opened his throat muscles and swallowed his engorged cock down to the hairy root. Romero cupped the back of his son's head as he ground his sweaty crotch into his face. David breathed deeply through his nostrils, loving the musky manly scent of his father's pubic hair. He remembered smelling it as a child, sleeping on his father's drunken lap after a night in the bars. David never worked up enough nerve to touch his father's crotch, but he would inhale deeply once he heard his father's snores.
"Damn...!" moaned Romero, feeling his son's throat milk his cock. He released his hold on the back of his head, allowing him to resume sucking. David worked overtime, determined to give his dad the best blow job he'd ever had. Romero watched as David whored himself on his dick, swallowing it from tip to root on every intake to give his father maximum pleasure. Both son and dad were in rapture, enjoying the intense reunion between them as David sucked viscously on his father's piece.
Romero knew it wouldn't be long before David was drinking down a full mouthful of his brothers and sister, but it was ASS that Romero really wanted. While David continued to blow him, he reached down behind his son, bending over his head to run his hand curiously down into the ass of his pants. David moaned as his father's fingered the ass crack, then roughly jammed one of his thick digits into his soft hole. Duke and his boiz had just finished fucking David (having skipped breakfast) before taking him into the Yard for exercise. Romero's finger easily penetrated his son's buttock, as slick semen instantly leaked form the tiny hole to coat his finger.
Turned on by his son's unexpected experience, Romero removed his finger and pried his cock from his son's mouth. "Strip!" he ordered, plainly. David jumped to his feet and immediately began removing his clothes. Romero helped by ripping off the buttons of his shirt, tossing it onto the floor as he pushed David onto his hands and knees on the bed.
David thrust his ass back towards his dad. Romero got behind him, examining the boi-pussy he intended to use. Indeed Duke's men had done a job on it this morning, as the usually pink hole was red and swollen, and leaking a steady supply of seed. Romero aimed his cock up to the entrance, then shoved. David winched as the cock bore straight through him like a lance, implanting deep within his rectum and parking itself there in his colon as if in ownership.
Romero loved the velvety smoothness of his son's slick wet snatch as he grabbed him by the hips and began grounding his cock around in his gut. David groaned aloud, feeling his dad's dick come alive inside him like an electric eel. The two men stood silently still as they got used to each other. David couldn't believe that he actually had his father's cock up inside him, while Romero envisioned the boy's mother on her hands and knees taking her husband's dick deep in her pussy.
After a minute or so to adjust, Romero started fucking, pulling back his hips before shoving forward to rebury his thick piece. David was in complete awe as he surrendered himself to his dad, relaxing and tightening his anal muscles to give his father's cock the full benefit of his anal workout.
Romero fucked into his son with growing lust. He buried his manhood deep into his son hole over and over again, enjoying the sweet elasticity as it sucked his dick like a well experienced mouth. Romero could feel the slimy semen of Duke's posse inside him, helping his dick to glide over and through the sphincter muscles as he built up a steady pace.
"Damn Lynette..., your pussy is the best and the sweetest!" sighed Romero, daydreaming about David's mother's cunt. David took no offense as he was grateful for the compliment. How many men had fucked him while daydreaming of their women? Who know? Maybe most of them? But David knew his father loved fucking his mother, so he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his father was giving him a definite compliment. He and his brothers used to hear their father fucking their mother through their bedroom walls. Romero sounded as if he were killing her as he fucked her so hard that the bed's headboard bang repeatedly against the wall. Their mother would scream as if being stabbed to death, only stopping after they came together in a heated finale. David's dick was rock hard beneath him as his father fucked him, using his asshole as a substitute for his mother's pussy.
Romero drilled David's hole with deep penetrating strokes, giving his son the full length of his cock. He wanted David to feel him inside him, to know that no one on the planet could fuck him as good as the father who created him!
Somehow that message resonated through David without being spoken. He surrendered his ass to his dad, knowing no one would ever treat him as good as his father. He gasped happily every time his dad's cock bore through him, filling his anal gut with hard dick. Romero pulled the tan ass cheeks open wide with his hands as he drilled between them, driving his hard 8 inches straight through the hole and into the colon again and again.
"You like this dick, Davey?" he asked his son, knowing he did by the erotic moans coming from his throat. "You like daddy's dick in your pussy? You wanna play substitute for mommy?" he asked, pulling David's head back onto his chest.
"Yes, daddy! I love you fucking me, papi! I wanna be your pussyboi!" gasped David through anal thrusts.
"Good! Cause I intend to fuck this pussy from now on! Even when we got out of prison, this pussy is STILL MINE! Got it?" ordered Romero.
"Yes, sir!" moaned David, smiling at the thought of always being daddy's little pussyboi.
"I know all about you and Rico!" added Romero, as he continued to thrust through his son's anus. David tensed up, his hole tightening around his father's plunging cock as he wondered where he was going with this? "We got drunk one night not too long ago, and he mistakenly told me how he was the first man to fuck my son's ass!" recalled Romero, never stopping his thrusts. "I got so mad that I sobered up instantly. Rico kept talking, telling me how he cracked you open, making you take his big dick and how he fucked you right under my nose on a regular basis! I got so mad at him that I cracked a booze bottle over his head, then stabbed him over and over until his guts were lying all over the bar floor! People were screaming as I sat back down at the bar and finished my drink until the cops arrived! I knew I was going back to prison, but killing the man that raped my son was worth it!" said Romero, bending forward as he kissed David gently on the temple.
David turned his head towards his father, looking up into his dark eyes as they slowly locked lips. David started cumming all over the bed below as his father's thick tongue entered his mouth. David panted hard, gasping for breath as his father's rough hands grabbed at his waist and torso, pulling at his slender body while he fucked him hard from behind. A moment later David felt his dad rip his tongue from his mouth as he gasped for air. He rammed his dick all the way into his son's ass, as he came an intense orgasm deep inside his son's colon. David eased down full length onto the bed as his father followed him, lying his weight on his son's back while his cock continued to drain inside him.
"I love you daddy..." moaned David, loving his father's weight as his cock twitched and jerked in his rectum.
"I love you too, son..." moaned Romero, kissing his son's back and shoulders.
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