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/60 WHO'S ON TOP
Pt-1
POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Former prison warden Dennis Ellis sat in his jail cell awaiting a prison trial. His lawyers assure him that police had nothing concrete to prosecute him with, meaning if their case went to trial he had a very good chance of being let go. Ellis eagerly awaited the day when his case was thrown out so he could resume his job at Piedmont as prison Head.
He lay back on his bunk, rubbing his hardon through his orange prison jumpsuit (reduced to looking like a criminal) as he thought about the lack of sex. It was difficult going from daily blow jobs (sometimes 3 to 4 times a day) to no blow jobs at all in the blink of an eye. Ellis' wife (Dolores) was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago, making him turn to his inmates for sexual gratification to help ease up on some of his wife's wifely duties. Now he lay in bed with a raging hardon, surrounded by eligible criminals capable of sucking his prize possession, but no way of getting to them.
"You have visitors!" said a guard, peeking his head into Ellis' cell as he led him down to the to visitor's room.
Ellis expected his lawyer or his wife, but was pleasantly surprised when he saw his former CO's Carl Peachtree and Reggie Reinhold seated at the table waiting for him.
"What're you guys doing here?" asked Ellis, smiling ear to ear as he took a seat on the opposite side of the shatter proof glass window.
"We HAD to see you, sir!" insisted Peachtree, marking the urgency of their visit.
"We haven't been back to work since your arrest!" informed Reinhold, suffering the lost of his biweekly paychecks. "Thank goodness for kickbacks you've been giving us...!" added Reinhold, gratefully.
"What kickbacks...?" asked Ellis, suspiciously. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"
Reinhold and Peachtree looked at each other questionably. "You nigga's wearing wires?" asked Ellis, somewhere out of the blue.
"Huh...? No! We wouldn't do that to you boss!" responded Peachtree, flabbergasted.
"Open your shirts!" ordered Ellis, unconvinced. When the two ex-guards hesitated, Ellis got madder. "Open your fucking shirts!!" he repeated, sternly.
Reinhold started unbuttoning his shirt while Peachtree stood up and lifted his from the bottom to reveal his thick 190 lbs stomach & chest torso. Ellis looked carefully for any exposed or tapped wires. "Okay..., now YOU!" he said to Reinhold.
Reinhold finished the buttons on his shirt and pulled it open, then lifted his t-shirt to reveal his own naked torso. Ellis sat back in his seat feeling a little more secure.
"What did the police ask you?" he inquired, knowing McConnell and his men had questioned his whole prison staff.
"They're asking if we have any knowledge where you shipped Jones and Cortez, and if we know of any other computers you may have had besides the ones at your home and office!" informed Peachtree.
"What'd you tell them?" asked Ellis, eager to know what McConnell knew.
"We ain't tell `em shit!" insisted Peachtree, loyally. "We wouldn't rat on you...!"
"You'd better not...!" warned Ellis, seriously. "...with what I got on YOU two, I wouldn't be going down for this by myself!" he added, making the two prison guards cringe in their seats.
"They took one of the inmates from the prison to testify against you...!" told Reinhold. "...Marvin Rollins!"
Ellis' eye narrowed as he estimated what kind of damage McConnell could make with the info Rollins might have working as a right hand to both Duke Daniels and now Chris Ford (Genuwine). Genuwine took over Duke's `business' after Ellis sent him off to the Camps, but Ellis never fully informed Genuwine of all the schemes he and Duke had arranged. Genuwine didn't know shit beyond the drug trades, but Marvin..., Marvin was pretty close to Duke at one point before Duke's men turned on him (before the Prison Riots in chaps-40 throu 43), there was no telling how much information Duke shared with his former workout buddy before his own ass became pussy for the inmates.
Ellis couldn't chance Marvin saying something to the police that might jeopardize his freedom.
"This is what you do..." said Ellis, leaning into the Plexiglas window separating him from his guards...
Pt-2
PIEDMONT PENITENIARY
Every morning for 1 hour before the morning buzzer and the sun rises, new prison inmate Kersey Gordon is released from Solitary Confinement and is allowed to walk around the prison Yard while under guard supervision. It's his only time out of his cell during the day where he is allowed to shower and feel like a human being.
Kersey had requested safe heaven away from his fellow inmates due to a birth defect which caused him to be born a hermaphrodite (a man born with female genitalia). He was sentenced to a man's prison because he is (arguably) male, despite the lack of penile manhood. The judge who sentenced him decided upon a male prison because Kersey was heterosexual, and dated and desire female companionship. Placing him in an all male facility might be risky, but it would be due punishment for his crimes against society.
Piedmont's new acting Warden (Reuben Wallace) agreed that Kersey's condition would put his life in absolute jeopardy, and sentenced him to live out his 2 year sentence in Confinement for his own good. Kersey spends most all of his hours (23 of them) locked alone in his cell, being fed meals 3 times a day through the metal sliding door which serves as his only portal to human contact. Some of the men working Confinement as food servers pass by the prison door and wonder who the new inmate is? Why was he transferred directly into Solitaire so soon after arrival? Rumor started to pass that it was escaped prisoner Tempest Williams had been recaptured and sentenced to Confinement to prevent him of ever escaping again.
Some peek in while serving the trays to try to see if they knew the inmate, asking his name to see if anyone around the prison knew who he was. One inmate decided to cut through the chase and ask Kersey what he was in prison for? Kersey explained that he imprisoned because of Tax Freud and Evasion. When the inmate inquired why he was put into Solitaire, Kersey explained that he requested Solitaire for safety reasons. This peeked the inmate's curiosity to know why a man would request being put in the Hole? Was he rich and trying to keep from being robbed or blackmailed of his millions? Was he a total punk who was afraid of being bitched and forced into being someone's woman? Or was a totally lying sack of shit who was pulling his leg? The inmate knew the first rule of thumb in prison was to: `never trust another inmate!'
From his prison window, 27 year old Christopher Ford (aka Genuwine) got up from his hard mattress to take a late night piss. He shook the excess pee from his dick before tucking it back in his shorts when he decided to look out the window to check the weather. The news last night forecast rain for the day, meaning the inmates wouldn't be able to go outside to enjoy the fresh air. Genuwine looked up to see if the darkened skies looked cloudy? Undecided, he glanced down to see a lone inmate wandering the yard by himself. He could see the prison guards manning the towers knew he was there, and wondered what made the inmate so special that he got to go out at night by himself?
At chow the next morning, Genuwine asked members of his crew if they'd seen the guy walking the yard that morning before sunrise? No one saw the inmate, some even doubting he existed. Genuwine put the question to the other Cartel members, asking if there was anyone in their Blocks getting special privileges? Neither Carlos nor Hammer knew anything about it, leaving Genuwine to wonder who he saw wandering through the yard?
Pt-3
54 year old Reuben Wallace was a man of few words, and little tolerance. When inmates put in request with the Secretary's office to schedule meetings with the Warden, Wallace had the meetings canceled, not wanting to waste any of his precious time discussing inconsequential matters with men who had absolutely no right to bitch about anything. He spent the majority of his days taking telephone conferences, meeting with the press to discuss his prison outlook, and lobbying to further his political career.
He came to work dressed expectably in his Armani suits and Italian leather shoes, spending more time on television news programs than he did on the prison budget. Secretary Sally Mansfield found coming up with innovative ideas to discourage inmates from making appointments to see the Warden harder and harder. Inmate Christopher Ford was one in particular who continued to come around looking for the Warden. He made appointment after appointment only to be turned away by the old secretary sitting behind the desk. Genuwine wondered if the woman would be willing to `putout' for Lexington Bowmen (the former middleweight Champion now sentenced to 25 years for murdering the mother of his illegitimate child). Surely the Warden (Dennis Ellis) was tapping that on the side, giving that white kootchy the thrill of the black dick?
Sally Mansfield was a 47 year old white divorcee with 2 grown children and 5 grandchildren. She lived alone in a community apartment complex with her 2 cats (Betty and Wilma). For fun on weekends she liked to get dressed up and go out to the local bar for a few drinks with her long term boyfriend (Claude). Claude was an accountant for the prison, he'd never been married (and never intended to be). He and Sally had been dating for 14 years, more companions than anything else.
Genuwine could look at her and tell she needed some black dick in her. Sally caught the young inmate staring down at her, trying to look down her blouse to see her sagging breasts? She became flustered as she informed him that the Warden "was not in today", and was not taking appointments to be seen. Genuwine left the office without getting either question answered: would the Warden be interested in sponsoring an amateur boxing match? And would Sally consider putting out to a professional boxer (the infamous Lex Bowmen)?
Pt-4
SOLITARY CONFINEMENT
Living in total solitude, 35 yr old Aryan inmate Rick McDoogle was starting to feel the pressure of being alone. Allowed out of his prison cell for only to shower, he felt as if he was starting to go mad from lack of human companionship.
Since former Warden Ellis' arrest and departure, McDoogle had been feeling the slack of his daily dose of black cock. Having become addicted to it since blowing the Muslim prisoner Muhammad (back in chap-32, pt-2), he's been fulfilling a longtime fetish by blowing every available black dick in Solitary Confinement while working as one of the kitchen staff, serving inmates one of their three required meals a day.
McDoogle lay in his cell, unable to count the hours or days in the darkened basement of the prison. No windows, no bars..., just black cold steel walls to remind you that you're all alone in the hellhole.
During his solitude McDoogle relied on some of his many encounters with the black inmates to satisfy his boredom. He daydreamed about the first (and only) time he blew Muhammad Shaeed, conning him to stick his proud black cock through the cell door's serving window to suck. Since then Rick's been using that same method to blow other black inmates sentenced to the Hole. The inmates could hear his rickety cart rolling down the corridor, their big black cocks grew rock hard with anticipation, hoping the server was the one offering sweet blow jobs with their meals. Rick took twice as longer than other servers handing out meal trays to Solitary inmates, but that was because he spend more time on his knees sucking out thick hot loads of potent juice.
McDoogle lay on his cot as he pulled out his modest white cock and began stroking. He thought about all the black cocks he sucked since being sentenced to Piedmont, knowing in his heart he would be a slave to black cock for the rest of his life. He shot a huge load of hot cum all over his chest and stomach, thinking of all the rich sperm he digested down in these Confines. He groaned loudly as he came, shooting watery splatters of pearly seed all over himself. When he was done, he rubbed the cum cream into his hairy body for moisturizer.
"Was it a big load?" asked the muffled voice of the inmate in the next cell.
McDoogle jumped up in bed, startled.
"Who's that...?" he asked, wondering if he was being watched.
"My name's Kersey Gordon..., I'm a new inmate here!" answered the voice.
"Kersey...?" asked McDoogle, curiously. "You white...?"
"Yes, I am!" answered Kersey. "Are you?"
"Yeah!" answered McDoogle, pressing his ear against the wall separating them. "What do you look like?" he asked curiously. "I don't remember an inmate named Kersey Gordon coming through A-Block!"
"I never went through A-Block!" admitted Kersey.
"What Block did they send you to then...??" asked McDoogle, knowing a white guy would never survive living in the black or puertorican cell Blocks.
"I came straight to Solitary when I got here..., I was never taken to a Block!" answered Kersey.
"Damn..., what the hell you do, beat up one of the officers on the transporter bus?" questioned Rick, knowing Kersey HAD to have done something bad to be sentenced to Confinement upon arrival.
"No..., nothing like that!" chuckled Kersey. "I requested Confinement! I'm not a very social kind of guy!" admitted the inmate.
"Requested...??!" stunned McDoogle. "I've only been down here a couple of days and I already can't stand it! Why the hell would someone request being put here?! The prison top is full of men that can't socialize..., but NONE of them would want to be sent down here!" reasoned Rick. When Kersey didn't answer, Rick pressed on for a response..., "Hello...?!!" he called, knocking on the wall to wake the inmate.
"I have special circumstances..." whispered Kersey, lowering his voice in shame.
"What kinda circumstances...?" inquired Rick, extremely curious.
"I..., I can't say!" refused Kersey, keeping his secret to himself.
Rick knew he'd have a few more days in the Hole to try to coax the truth out of the inmate, after all, everybody needed a friend to confide in!
Pt-5
Back in Population, the torrential rain outside kept the inmates from participating in any Yard activities. Most of them found alternative ways of keeping busy; playing card and board games, watching Tv, sleeping in, or hanging out in the prison's Rec-Room where inmates had the choices to play inside basketball, ping-pong, volleyball, or wrestle.
26 yr old Mandingo inmate Wyome Watts went looking for his leader. He found Genuine lounging around in the Rec-Room with members of their gang as he went over his plans for an inmate boxing ring.
"Did you hear what happened to Morris?" asked Wy, busting in on the conversation.
"No, what...?" asked Genuine.
"He got jumped heading for the yard! He's in one of the area hospitals!" informed Wyome.
"When the fuck this happen?!" asked Genuwine, jumping up from the bench.
"I don't know..., I just got word from one of the prison guards! He was stabbed a dozen times! He might not make it!" said Wyome, visibly stunned by the news he told. "I know me and Morris had our differences..., but we gangmates now! Anybody fuck with him, they fuck with me!!"
"That's how we roll!" agreed Genuwine. "Did the guard say who did it?"
"Naw..., but it HAD to be one of those Aryan motherfuckas! Who else would attack a brutha for no reason?!" advised Wy, angrily.
Genuwine looked over across the Rec-Room at a few of the white inmates present as they huddled on the opposite side of the room in clusters.
"No..., I don't think it was the Aryans..." countered Gen, ruling them out.
"Why not?!?" asked Wyome, pissed off.
"We have a new treaty with them..., they wouldn't break their arrangement with us already after we made them suck our dicks for their positions!" said Genuwine, referring to Hammer and Luke (in chap-54, pt-4).
"Then WHO then..??" asked Wyome, looking over at the Ricans playing table tennis.
Genuine's eyes zeroed in on Rashad and the Muslims seated a few benches down. Wyome followed his lead and took notice of Rashad as he talked privately with members of his faith. A light bulb clicked in Wy's head when he suddenly remembered Morris' run-in with Rashad some WEEKS ago (chap-50, pt-4). "That motherfucka...!" he stated, headed over to the Muslim bench.
"No! Not here, not yet!" deterred Genuwine, grabbing Wy's arm to hold him back. "Now's not the time to confront him..., we have to wait til the time is right!"
"When the fuck is that? After he knife another one of us??!" asked Wy.
"Relax man..., let ME handle it!" assured Genuwine.
Pt-6
39 yr old Abdul knelt on his Prayer Rug in his new cell, meditating to his lord in the corner and making atonement for his fleshly sins. He tried not to think of Muhammad, though he missed him terribly, --his body still aching for his touch.
After Prayer, he got up from his knees and dusted off his rug and folded it neatly for later use. When he turned around he found his new cellmate staring back at him.
"Oh..!" said Abdul, startled. "...I didn't hear you come back in!"
"How are you doing?" asked Jamal, curiously. "How does it feel trying to fit back into daily Muslim life?"
"Its not so hard." responded Abdul. "I've been a Muslim for many years, every since I got here! I've only been out for a couple of months..., its not hard getting back into the swing!"
"Good!" said Jamal, walking deeper into the cell. "I wanted to talk to you privately about some of the things you were doing with Muhammad and Amahd!" announced Jamal, causing Abdul's blood to run cold.
"Okay..." he said, mentally bracing himself for some ostracizing.
"Why don't you explain to me what exactly your relationship was with both men?" asked Jamal, sitting comfortably on the edge of the desk in the cell.
Abdul took a deep breath...
"Well..." he started, trying to decipher what not to say. "...Muhammad was my mentor..."
"No..." interrupted Jamal, immediately. "I want to know the REAL nature of your relationships..., why Muhammad felt it necessary to leave Islam for you, and why brutha Amahd's now sitting down in Confinement acting like a stone stalker over you? What did you do to these two men? What made them so obsessed with you?" inquired Jamal.
"I don't know what you mean..." said Abdul, feeling uncomfortably by Jamal's choice of words.
"Its obvious that you had some kinda physical relationship with both Muhammad AND Amahd..." stated Jamal, factually. "I'm not judging what went on behind closed doors..., but I'm just curious to know what you did to these men to make such madmen out of them? What's the secret?"
"There's no secret..." answered Abdul, taken aback. "Muhammad and I had a brotherly love for one another that just transformed into something different. We LOVED each other!"
"And Amahd...?"
"Amahd was a good friend..., until Muhammad died and he became obsessed with trying to feminize me!" admitted Abdul.
"So you were okay with the physical relationship up until the point whee he tried to turn you into one of his women?" questioned Jamal, curiously. Abdul hunched his shoulders, unsure how to answer the question. "Its all good, Abdul..." assured Jamal, getting up from the desk. "Like I said, I'm not here to judge you..., Ali has a plan for ALL of us!" he added before touching the Muslim inmate on the shoulder. "But..., if you're willing, I'd like to take Muhammad's place as your new friend..."
Abdul looked shocked as he stared directly into Jamal's eyes face to face. "I admire what you and Muhammad had, and I think WE could match that level of commitment and intimacy if you want to! Of course..., it would have to be kept strictly on the downlow! I don't want inmates suspecting anything when they see us together!"
"Of course...!" answered Abdul, knowing how to be discreet.
"Kewl. So..., tonight...? After lights out...?" asked Jamal, eager to seal their arrangement.
"Okay." answered Abdul, stunned by the entire turn of events.
Pt-6
The day seemed to linger and drag as Abdul waited for lights out. All day he thought about Jamal, trying to recall everything he knew about the man who would soon become his lover. He knew Jamal was 30 years old, respected throughout the prison for being a peacemaker like Muhammad.
Jamal was sentenced for Vehicular Manslaughter after driving under the influence and killing a young couple in a head on collision. He had children, but was never married. Abdul knew Jamal's demeanor to always be intact, which made getting involved with him seem more enticing.
Jamal finally returned back to the cell sometime that night. He and Abdul said no words to each other as they didn't want to risk outing themselves to any potential listeners.
Abdul watched from his bunk as Jamal sat down his Quaran, then started to disrobe down to his prison undies. Abdul took that opportunity to sneak a grand peek at Jamal's body; 6-1, 185 lbs with a rich dark brown complexion, mustache and goatee, and a Milkdud like bald head. Jamal always kept himself extremely well groomed. Abdul found himself admiring the man's muscular legs and round bottom which protrude outwardly through his shorts. As Jamal milled about the cell, Abdul pretended to read as he sat up in bed, his eyes darting to his new celly every time Jamal turned his back.
"Head count!" yelled a prison guard, calling all inmates to step out onto the catwalk.
Abdul got up and followed brutha Jamal out to the tier where all the other inmates stood awaiting head count. Two Correctional Officers walked the length of the prison Block, counting heads on either side of the Block. When they were done and satisfied that they had the correct count, they allowed the inmates to return to their cells. "Light's out, gentlemen!" was the next call they heard before the bars slid closed, locking them in.
Jamal took in an eyeful of Abdul's muscular body when they went back into their cell. He gazed down the 39 year old's light skin back as his eyes focused in on Abdul's ass though his prison shorts. Instinctively he reached down and groped himself as he watched Abdul bend over to pull back his covers.
Abdul got into bed just as the lights in the cell Block wet out. Jamal followed suit, going to his own bunk to await the guard's first round of the night. They could hear his footsteps as he slowly walked from cell to cell, shinning his flashlight and ordering inmates in their bunks. Abdul and Jamal both pretended to be fast asleep when the guard got to their cell. He shined the flashlight in on them to make sure each inmate was in their proper bed before moving on. They waited until they heard him give the "all clear" before Jamal threw back his covers and jumped out of bed. Abdul sat in anticipation as his new cellmate and lover crossed over to him and sat down. In the dark he could feel Jamal's hands pulling back his covers before feeling up his hot body.
"I've been waiting for this moment all day...!" whispered Jamal, leaning forth to bury his face in Abdul's neck.
Abdul felt Jamal kissing and suckling his neck as his hands ventured down across his taut stomach to dig into his waistband. Jamal wrapped his large hand around Abdul's erection, pumping it back and forth before cupping his hairy ball sack.
Abdul stifled a soft groan as Jamal kissed and licked his way down his chest to his nipples. He sucked and gently bit each erect rivet before moving down further. Abdul had to bit his lower lip to keep from groaning aloud when Jamal unexpectedly took his manhood into his mouth and started sucking. In all the years he knew Jamal Fatah, he never would have taken him as the type to suck dick.
Jamal took Abdul's dick head between his lips and began swirling it with his tongue. Jamal thought that perhaps this was Jamal's first time sucking another man (much like he and Muhammad were each other's firsts), until Jamal suddenly surprised him by going all the way down on him to the root.
Abdul gasped aloud in shock as his entire dick sheathed into Jamal's open throat. Jamal buried his nose in Abdul's pubes as he took the 8 inch dick into his throat, wallowing his face in Abdul's private parts.
Jamal (as it turns out) was no novice to man on man sex, having been in the prison system for over 5 years and a long time member of Islam, he (and some of his fellow brethren) had messed around numerous times. In fact there's a saying in the Muslim culture: "that happens behind bars, stays behind bars!"
Jamal sucked his way up and down Abdul's dick, taking his time and enjoying the plump morsel between his lips. Abdul spread his legs wider to give the brutha better access. Jamal took full advantage, deep throating the sizable piece while pulling gently on the inmate's balls.
Abdul expected the blow job to brief, but Jamal had other ideas as he went into over drive and sucked long and hard on the penis for close to 20 minutes. "I'm getting close...!" whispered Abdul, warning his cellmate in case he didn't want his mouth flooded with cum. Jamal kept sucking, ignoring the warning as he bobbed faster. Abdul tried to hold off cumming for as long as possible, but Jamal seemed bound and determined to make the inmate bust in his mouth.
Abdul felt his dick starting to throb as he instinctively humped up into Jamal's mouth. Jamal felt the dick grow thicker in his throat as he prepared himself for the first flood of cum of the night. Abdul gripped Jamal by his broad masculine shoulders as his body started to go into tiny convulsions. Jamal grabbed Abdul's wet erection by the shaft and started pumping up and down while he sucked masterfully on the head. In a matter of seconds he could feel Abdul's dick pulsing out thick creamy wads of potent cum.
Abdul bit down hard on his lips to keep from screaming out loud when he came. Jamal allowed all the cum to fill his mouth before he pulled off and swallowed quickly, recapturing the next wave of salty seed just as it started to shoot out. "Damn you taste good..." he groaned in an erotic whisper before going all the way back down on Abdul.
Abdul lay quietly, recovering from his orgasm as Jamal finished cleaning his dick. Jamal took care to make certain Abdul's dick lost none of his mast as he sucked out all the semen left in the shaft. When he was certain all was consumed, he pulled his mouth free, stood up, and started to strip of his own underwear. Abdul watched as Jamal's thick fat 8 and 1/2 MAN came into view, bobbing at full mast and dying for attention. Abdul sat up to take the fat black dick in his mouth but Jamal refused him, pushing him back down flat on his back. "I got this...!" insisted the Muslim leader, spitting into his hand before reaching back behind himself to lube his own asshole. Abdul fully expected Jamal to be a top, but sat surprised as the Muslim leader straddled his hips and sat down on his dick.
"uhh..." groaned Jamal just as Abdul's dick head pierced his anal opening.
Abdul waited with bated breath as Jamal slowly took him all the way inside, grounding his ass in Abdul's lap. Abdul watched as Jamal leaned back on the bunk, balancing himself on one arm, stroking his own hard dick with the other, and riding his ass up and down on Abdul's 8 inch pipe with his ass.
Abdul thought Jamal's ass was tight and muscular as the asshole gripped his manhood firmly, then slithered up and down. Jamal masturbated while riding Abdul's dick, fucking himself as he jerked himself to climax.
Abdul simply lay back and enjoyed, holding onto Jamal's hips as they flew up and down in his lap. In the dark of night they could barely see each other except for the night lights illuminating in from the main floor of the Block. Jamal stroked furiously as he fucked himself silly. Abdul could feel the tight anal ring choking his dick as it slid up and down his shaft. He looked down at Jamal's juicy dick which began leaking pre-cum, a sure sign indication that climax is near. Jamal started to fuck himself harder, driving his ass down in Abdul's lap with faster bounces. Abdul felt his dick starting to throb once again, despite having already cum merely 5 minutes before. He tried holding off until after Jamal came, not wanting to cum up inside the brutha without permission, --but Jamal's asshole was doing a serious number on his dick. Abdul felt himself quickly approaching another hard climax as he gripped Jamal by his waist and squeezed.
Jamal felt his asshole grow wet and sloppy as he continued to ride Abdul's dick. Feeling the cum flood his anal cavity coupled with watching Abdul squirm in bed like a fish out of water, caused Jamal's own climax to erupt hot cum all over.
Abdul was vaguely aware that his chest, neck, chin, and bottom lip were being bathed in the inmate's squirting sperm until he licked his lips and tasted the creamy mass.
Jamal sat all the way down on Abdul's dick, feeling the erection jump and jerk off inside him. His own dick lost the last of his load onto Abdul's stomach before the two men regained their senses.
"Shit man..." was all Jamal said as he got up and staggered back over to his bunk before flopping down on his back.
Abdul sat in silence as he contemplated what just happened. He fully expected to be the total bottom in this new relationship, but as if seemed, he might have to switch rules!
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