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/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...