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/7
Red lights flashed emergence as an ambulance rushed a bleeding victim from the prison, to the closest hospital in the county. A guard had found a naked 25 yr old Tempest Williams lying unconscious and bloody in a prison stairwell, -he'd obviously been attacked by inmates and left for dead. Surely the media would have a filled day once the story broke, citing "climactic end for one of the city's most feared drug lords".
Pt-1
26 yr old Malik Jones came home from his shift at the prison. He was tired and worn out, but knew his roommate (Manny Michaels) would want to fuck him before he had to leave for his own work shift at Police Headquarters down town.
As soon as Malik got into their shared apartment, Michaels was on top of him, -his 11 inch hardon pressing to get out of his boxer shorts. Malik barely had time to take off his uniform before Michaels had him on his knees sucking his big dick. Malik did so, knowing it was part of their barter agreement.
Michaels kept his eye on the clock as Malik bathed his dick, getting it good and wet for the finale. Once Michaels was satisfied his dick could get no harder, he pulled Malik up and pushed him back into the recliner. Malik spread his legs, grabbing the lube from Michaels' hand as he applied a generous amount to his shit chute. Michaels wasted very little time aiming his dick up to the hole and sinking in. Malik adjusted quickly as he was filled to full capacity by his roommate's meat.
"Aww yeah..., I've been waiting for you to come home all night! I needed this pussy bad! What the fuck took you so long? You know I got to go to work this morning!" -complained Michaels, leaning in over Malik as he started pulling and pushing his big dick through the tiny tight hole of his roommate.
"Shit happens, man. I can't predict what might hold me up at work until it happens!" -said Malik, alternating looking between his legs as Michaels' dick sliced through him, and the man's face hovering above him.
"Well you'd better start predicting better, asshole..., cause I can always find another bitch to take this dick if you keep fucking up!"
"Fuck you, man!" snarled Malik.
"Naw..., I like fucking you better!" -countered Michaels.
Malik said nothing more as Michaels continued fucking him. Due to time restrictions, Michaels had to cum quickly, shortening their usual session. He hammered his dick in and out of the tight space until he felt his balls starting to draw and tighten. Malik was definitely one of the best fucks he'd ever had, -always ready to be fucked, never really complains about having to put out, and absolutely insatiable once he gets started. There were few girls in Michaels' life that could compare to Malik sexually, -but he would never admit that to the man. He didn't want Malik getting a swelled head like the girls always did, thinking their pussies weighed a ton! He simply fucked into the bottom man, ramming his dick bone deep with every stroke. Malik lay moaning underneath him, his own dick hard against his stomach as he allowed the guard to fuck him.
"Here it cums, man...., I'm gonna cum...!" announced Michaels, thrusting harder. Malik felt the man shove his dick all the way in, then felt him unload a full night's supply into his bowels. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeaaahhhhhh!!" shouted Michaels, not caring who heard him.
Malik accepted every gush of cum into his body, knowing Michaels had temporary ownership over it until he found his own place. When Michaels was done, he pulled free from Malik's clinging booty, and staggered his way into the bathroom to shower and shave. Malik got up from the recliner, and stumbled his way into the bedroom, where he flopped down in bed and fell instantly to sleep. It' been a long exhausting night, and all he could think of doing was sleeping, while his asshole dripped remnants of his horny roommate.
Pt-2
Muhammad and Abdul awoke to prayer, like they do every morning. After prayer, they walked down to the shower area of their cell block, and washed away all the dirt and grime (and sin) of the day before. Then they made their way to the canteen, where they ate a hardy breakfast before being turned loose outside in the courtyard.
They gathered with other Muslims and preached the Quran to non-believers in the hopes that they would someday convert them to Ali. It was during these kinds of gatherings that the Muslim men strengthened their ideals. Warden Ellis allowed them a weekly meeting in one of the council rooms, as a sort of Sunday service. Lately the meetings have had to be scheduled in shifts, due to the overwhelming number of men looking to join the faith.
One such man was Raymond "Amahd" Sherman; a 32 yr old former gang banger, convicted of a possible drive-by shooting which resulted in the death of a small 5 yr old girl playing on her front steps. Amahd joined the Islam for guidance and protection, to keep the black rapists off his ass in the morning showers (as the Muslims protected their own).
And 24 yr old Louis Jordan, convicted of child molesting his two underage nieces. When Louis first came to Piedmont, he was brutally raped daily by convicts who view his particular crime, perverted. When Muhammad and Abdul came to him after one of his viscous rapes, preaching of salvation and redemption through the words of the Quran, Louis jumped at it. He changed his name to Kaseem, and became a advocator for the words of Ali. When the men approached him in the showers, looking to stick their big black greasy dick up his ass again, -he was defended by Muslims, willing to fight to the last breath to protect one of their own.
Pt-3
The Aryans sat in a group on benches, soaking up the morning sun as they passed cigarettes and laughed about Tempest Williams. They bragged and exaggerated to each other about how Tempest cried and begged them to stop fucking him with their "big hard white cocks." For the members that weren't present, it was like hearing prophecies of what was to come in the future, -where minorities (black, Hispanic, jewish, asian, and others) would all eventually fall to their knees and worship the white race as the gods they are! Many of them longed for the day where they could walk up and fuck whichever black guy they chose, and he not have a thing to say about it in protest. How cool a law would that be, to be able to walk up to some tough drug dealer or rich football athlete, and demand he service your cock? To have Jessie Jackson, Colin Powell, P-Diddy, T.O Owens, Common, Jay-Z, or Alan Iverson on their knees, sucking strong white cock, -and if they refused, they'd be beaten to the max and tossed in jail for refusing to service their superiors! This was the dream of many of them, though a pipe-dream it may be.
For the ones that were there, this was their chance to step out from the pack, and establish themselves as top rankers amongst their own community.
"Hey..., did you hear what happened to Tempest Williams?" asked Duke, a big black inmate whom worked as one of the drug cartels in the prison. He'd casually wandered from his side of the prison yard, to that of the Aryans, to see what they knew of Tempest's attack. "Heard he was found all stabbed up and barely breathing in a stairwell! Word was he was naked too, -probably raped!"
"Definitely raped!" --laughed one of the Aryans, causing others to chuckle.
"What do you mean? Yall know something?" asked Duke, straight out.
"All we know is what rumored around the blocks!" --intervened Sarge, cutting off any speculation. "Look, it serves us all better with him out of the way, right? Surely your monkey brain can see he would have come in here and tried to take over our operation? Surely you realize things'r good the way they are? Why worry about some half-wit drug dealer that got knifed in a stairwell when we have our own business to venture? Capisce?"
"Capisce? What the fuck is capisce?" asked Duke, lost.
"Caprendi? Means=do we have an understanding?" --explained Sarge.
"Then why didn't you say that then?" frowned Duke, walking away slighted. Sarge and his men watched Duke return to his side of the yard, knowing no more than when he first walked over.
"Nosey fucker! You know he only came over to confirm if the rumors are true, -that it was one of our boys that nailed Tempest!" --whispered Luke, sitting the closest to Sarge.
"I know. Crazy goon got balls coming over here questioning us! If he don't watch his fucking step, he'll be laying in a coffin right next to that flea-bag Tempest!" --promised Sarge.
Duke walked back to his side of the yard, back were members of his own kind gathered to play basketball, or lift free weights while talking to friends and peers.
"Find out anything?" asked Marvin, one of Duke's lead dealers in the prison.
"Naw..., if they know anything, they keeping it to themselves!" --said Duke, keeping an eye on the Aryans as they watched him right back.
"I know those white mofo's had something to do with Tempest's death man! Who else would benefit from picking him off like that?" asked Marvin, one of Tempest's loyal followers from outside (Marvin was arrested in Precinct-23 #12).
"I don't know..., a lot of peep would've had it in for a guy like Temp. Anybody could've knifed him in the dark!" --responded Duke, thoughtfully.
"But who has the power to set it up? Think about it man, -Tempest was alone in a dark stairwell after lights out! Who amongst us have that kinda power to insure Tempest will be at any given place after the doors lock? NONE of us! Which means one of the crackers did it! Which also means, they got the guards in on it too!" --surmised Marvin.
"Makes sense..." thought Duke. "...and Sarge is over there telling me how much simpler life will be without Tempest around trying to muscle in on our business!"
"That's cuz they know that did it!" --stated Marvin. "I just wonder which one of them did? Who had the balls to walk up to him and shank him where he stood?"
"Beats me, man! I don't trust any one of those skank breath white mother fuckers for about as far as I can throw one!" --witnessed Duke. From behind him where he stood, he heard the heavy intake of air as the male standing directly behind him came. The sucker kneeling on the ground servicing dick, gagged slightly as the cum flooded into the very back of his mouth and down into the pit of his full stomach. The standing guy pulled out and zipped up before walking away, another satisfied customer. Another black male walked by Marvin and Duke, handing Duke a cash equivalent gift as he took the former man's place behind Duke, and pulled out his hard dick. The kneeling guy immediately started sucking, knowing his place as he sucked dick in the open courtyard.
"I see business is still going good with the new guy." -smiled Marvin, peeking back over his shoulder to see the kneeling guy (Nakia) swallow dick.
"Business is booming, man!" said Duke, enthusiastically. "Why ain't you tried the bitch out yet? I know you like having that dick worked on, and she gives good fucking head, man! Her ass ain't bad either, everybody who's fucked her liked it. But wait til I get her in her new clothes, wig, make-up and a dress..., you'd swear you were fucking a woman!"
"Naw..., I gots my own hookup!" said Marvin, looking over at the fence to see Malik strolling through already on his new shift. Duke watched Marvin grope his hardening bulge while he watched Malik. Duke saw Malik look over at Marvin, their eyes locking for a strange moment before Malik quickly moved on. Marvin smiled to himself, mischievously.
"You doing THAT?" asked Duke, suspiciously.
"Huh? What?" asked Marvin, snapping out of his trance.
"I saw that exchange! You fucking one of the guards?" asked Duke, nudging Marvin in the ribs. Marvin merely laughed, not wanting to expose his little secret too soon. "Don't be holding back on me, man! Spill it!"
"Yeah..., I been fucking the new guard since he arrived." --admitted Marvin. "Started before that, back when he was an undercover cop and I was selling smack for Tempest in norf!"
"Oh shit!!" laughed Duke, rubbing his own crotch. "Did you know he was a cop at the time?"
"Naw man..., I thought he was a kid, smuggling in our shit in his asshole! When I checked to make sure he gave us all the drop off, his ass was looking to damn good to pass up, -so I fucked him right then and there on the floor of the drug house!"
"Fuck...! Did he say he was a cop then?" asked Duke, intrigued.
"Nope. He fought back, but I just TOOK his shit like it was mine!" laughed Marvin. "But he must've liked it, cuz he came back for more the next week! I fucked him again before I found out he was a Narc working for the cops."
"How'd he end up here working the prison?" asked Duke, his dick now fully hard as it tented his prison pants.
"The power of the dick, babee! He followed me here cuz he addicted to my shit!" --laughed Marvin, honestly (commenting on events which happened in the Nifty series Precinct-23).
"No way, man! Ain't no straight cop gonna leave the force to sign up for prison guard just to get dick!" doubted Duke.
"Not just dick, man..., -MY dick!" corrected Marvin, holding his hard lump. "You'd be surprised what the right fuck can get you!"
"I know what the right beat down can get me!" said Duke, looking back over his shoulder when he heard his bitch Nakia choking on another cum load behind his back. The cumee finished, zipped up, and walked away as if nothing just happened. Nakia finally had a chance to stand up and stretch his legs. He'd sucked 5 dicks in the yard, hiding from blind prison guards behind Duke as he leaned lazily against the rails. "Finished baby?" he asked, almost affectionately. Nakia nodded his head, slightly embarrassed as Marvin and Duke both looked at him as less of a man beneath them. "Good. Go back inside and wash up! Marvin's story got my dick so fucking hard, that I'm gonna wanna stick that ass of yours in a few minutes!" ordered Duke. "Move it, honey!" he added, slapping the man on the ass as he walked away, -a slight twitch now in his walk.
"So..., you gonna share this cop pussy with me, sometime?" asked Duke, turning his attention back to Marvin.
"No time soon!" said Marvin, wanting to keep his good thing to himself for awhile longer.
"That's fucked up man! When you came here, I made sure I hooked you up with a cash, some pussy, and introduced you to all the right peeps! And here you can't let me in on your lil' cop pussy? That's fucked up man! Even for a convict!" --said Duke, pouring on the guilt.
"Alright man, damn!" sighed Marvin. "Since you looked out for me, I'll see if I can hook you up! But I ain't promising shit man!"
"All I want is a shot..." said Duke, `...I'll handle all the rest' --he thought to himself.
Pt-4
Abdul walked into the library. There were only a couple of men there, reading as they sat at different table seemingly minding their own business. Abdul walked in and began searching the book shelves, pretending as if he were looking for something special. He wandered around to the back of the library in the last aisle, where he found old man Copper (Gramps) sitting in his usual chair. He was arranging the shelf when he saw Abdul walk up and present his dick. Gramps wasted no time leaning forward to take the hard penis in his mouth, bathing its full length in his warm spit as he bobbed his head back and forth.
Abdul leaned back, holding open his fly as he closed his eyes and enjoyed feel of Gramp's mouth on his dick.
"Shit, old man..., where'd you learn to suck dick so good?" he whispered, more to himself than to the old man. Gramps pulled his mouth up off the hardon, and looked up into Abdul's handsome face with a toothless grin.
"Right here! Been suckin dick since I was 35!" admitted Gramps. "Nothing but dick in this prison! If you want to feel companionship, you have to learn to suck!" he added, before taking Abdul's dick back into his mouth. Abdul really wasn't interested in conversation, all he really wanted was to get his shit off and go. And Gramps was just accomplished enough a dick sucker to get him off quickly.
Gramps was a man who enjoyed his craft. He wasn't gay by nature, rather by habit. Surrounded with nothing but men for 30 yrs, he learned to like dick or go crazy thinking of pussy. Dick won, as he became one of the prisons's most sought after dick suckers whom didn't wear a dress.
He bobbed his head back and forth on the Muslim's dick, rubbing his gums over the glands as his tongue tickled and tantalized the underbelly while his lips sucked along the sides. It was a technique which helped get a lot of men off in the course of a day, it also kelp him from getting killed on many occasions over the decades.
Abdul felt his dick started to throb as he quickly neared climax. Usually he thought of his woman when he got blown, using her as his incentive to get off fast. But this time, thoughts of Muhammad's dick in his mouth filled his memory, causing his dick to swell and pulse out waves of cum as it flowed easily into Gramp's willing mouth. The old man was in the process of swallowing it all down when the dick was suddenly yanked from his mouth, the spurting head sending several rounds of semen across his old aging face and onto the books lining the shelf.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked Muhammad, shoving Abdul back into the wall as he yanked him out of Gramp's suckling oral orifice.
Abdul looked shocked as he tried to grab control of his spurting manhood. He quickly tucked it back into his pants, even before it finished cumming. "I thought we talked about this already!"
"We did! And I thought you promised to stop judging me!" snapped Abdul, fastening his pants as he stormed from the aisle, leaving Gramps to clean up the mess. Muhammad followed on his heels.
"I'm not judging you, Abdul! I'm trying to get you to open your eyes and see what you're doing wrong!" --clarified Muhammad.
"What I did wrong?" asked Abdul, turning towards Muhammad dramatically. "You didn't seem to think it was wrong the other night!"
Muhammad looked around embarrassed, looking to see who was within ear range that may have over heard that statement. He grabbed Abdul and rushed him over into a corner...
"I'm not trying to fight you, Abdul!" he said, calming the younger man down. "If you feel a need to vent..., I think you should keep it within the faith, -between us, is all I'm saying!"
"What do you mean?" asked Abdul, unsure.
"I mean..., I don't want you going to outside sources to satisfy your needs!" said Muhammad, looking over his shoulder to insure privacy.
"What are you saying...?"
"I'm saying..., if you want to get off, come to ME! Keep it within the family! No one outside of US need to know what we're doing!"
"So you..., you want us to be...?"
"I'm just saying..., if you need me like that, I'm here for you. We can help each other. And it won't go no further than that."
"What about the teachings?" asked Abdul, referring to the sexuality.
"We'll pray on it." said Muhammad, simply. Abdul smiled broadly, thinking of the implications. "We'll have to be very careful no one finds out!" insisted Muhammad, leading Abdul back to their cell.
The two men walk back into their cell (as they did every night), but tonight was different, -tonight was the promise of more that merely brotherly comradery. For the first time since becoming inmates at Piedmont Penitentiary, Muhammad and Abdul anticipated bedtime. The hours seemed to creep by slowly as they busied themselves with their own personal endeavors. Abdul wrote a letter to loved ones back home, while Muhammad read over scriptures from the Quran. Just before "lights out", they both knelt in the corner of their cell and prayed to Ali for their sins and accomplishments. When "lights out" was announced, they undressed and went to bed like normal. Neither man slept much as they waited with excitement for the right moment when they could unite and start aiding each other lustfully.
Muhammad was the first to move, getting up from his bunk as he quietly jumped down to the floor. Abdul had been waiting up for him. Neither man spoke, as they reached for each other in the dark. Abdul reached down and gripped Muhammad's hardon through his prison underwear. He squeezed the hardon, feeling it's iron stiffness as his fingers grasped it by the root.
Muhammad touched Abdul's body as well, starting with his hairy chest. They looked into each other's eyes, reading each other's thoughts through the dark. On instinct Muhammad leaned forward, and gently kissed Abdul on the lips. At first both men were very tentative, fearful of the consequences of their affections. But as the feeling started to become more comfortable, they began to get more and more into it. Soon they were French kissing like a straight couple, suckling heatedly on each other's tongues as the breathed heavily through their noses.
"Do you want me to suck it again?" moaned Abdul, wanting to please Muhammad.
"I don't want you to do all the work..." said Muhammad, reaching for Abdul's dick as well. He felt it through the covers, stroking it hard as he felt the full length.
"We could do each other in 69..." whispered Abdul, suggestively.
Muhammad agreed, removing his underwear as he positioned himself head to toe between Abdul's legs. Both men maneuvered themselves until they felt comfortable, then groped for the other's hardon. Hot wet tongues touched along pulsing dick heads as both men enveloped the heads of the other. For Abdul, it was only the second time he'd sucked dick, but for Muhammad, it was a first. Both men sucked clumsily, scraping tender hard flesh accidentally with their teeth as they tried to get used to the foreign feeling of having another man's meat in his mouth.
Soon they were sucking feverishly, both men engrossed in pleasing the other. Muhammad bobbed his head up and down between Abdul's legs, taking his dick as deeply as he could without gagging as he bathed the entire length with his warm wet spit. Abdul sucked Muhammad's dick upsidedown, his lips sliding along the girth of his shaft as he tired his best to bring the men off in a roaring climax.
Sloppy wet slurping noises emitted over the sounds of soft moans as both men sucked each other passionately. Abdul was the first to cum, as his sperm shot up out the head of his dick to fill Muhammad's mouth to capacity. Muhammad felt the dick pulse and throb in his mouth just before it filled with semen. On instinct he drank it, feeling the slightly salted snot wad slither hotly down his throat. AT that very precise moment he came in Abdul's mouth, firing hot loads of thick creamy cum into the awaiting mouth of his companion. Abdul drank what he could, spilling some out of the corners of his mouth. Neither he nor Muhammad lost their erections after cumming, and neither man stopped sucking as they continued on their private bliss, working each other into another heated frenzy.
Pt-5
28 yr old inmate Marvin Rollins walked back to his cell block before "lights out", making drug interactions with other inmates disguised as discreet handshakes and homboi hugs. The exchanges were quick, unnoticed to the untrained eye. Marvin hands over the contents while receiving the cash payment in one uninterrupted swoop, before moving on about his business. He returns back to his jail cell with a pocket full of money, which he must count and turn over to his boss (Duke) in the morning.
After lights out, Marvin's roommate got out of bed and walked over to Marvin's bed. Marvin pulled back the covers to reveal his thick hardon, allowing the other man to go down on him. He was in the mist of erupting, when a flash light suddenly flashed on them.
"Oh shit...!" yelled the sucker, pulling up off of Marvin's big dick as he ran back to his bed. Marvin didn't even bother to hide his hardon as the flash light shined on the huge towering rock solid chunk of manhood like a spot light.
"Enjoying the view?" asked Marvin, just as the light crept up to his smug face.
"On your feet, convict!" ordered the guard, taking out his keys as he unlocked Marvin's cell door.
Marvin slowly got up to his feet, his big dick still sticking ominously out of his shorts as he walked towards the light. The cell door slammed behind him, allowing him his first look at the guard.
"Tuck that away and follow me!" ordered Malik, escorting Marvin down the corridor. Marvin tucked his hardon (which never went down), and followed Malik quietly.
5 minutes later, they entered a private room which Malik had previously set up for their use. It was the sleeping quarters for the guards, for those working long hours and double shift that needed a few hours of shut eye to do their duty. Malik arranged to do a double shift, then took steps to insure he was the only guard scheduled to sleep there that night.
"I promised you some alone time in a bed, remember?" said Malik, closing and locking the door behind them.
"I remember, dawg." smiled Marvin, looking around the spacious room. There were several beds, and lockers to store their clothes in. He turned around to see Malik already undressing, taking off his shirt as he stared at Marvin's erection through his underwear. "You been really wanting this, eh?" asked Marvin, seeing the lust in Malik's eyes. "You sure you can handle this?"
"I'll find out soon enough." said Malik, peeling off his undershirt.
Marvin sat down on the edge of the first bed, watching Malik undress.
"So..., what does this make us? Niggas? Lovers? I'm supposed to be yur MAN now or what?" asked Marvin, curiously.
"I'm a prison guard, you're a convict. Nuff said." said Malik, undoing his pants.
"You seeing someone on the street?" asked Marvin suddenly, his dick tenting his underwear like a giant teepee.
"Does it matter?" asked Malik, kicking off his shoes and pants.
"I'm just curious." said Marvin, studying Malik's body. "You look like you could have a girl at home..., but as much as you like dick, I wonder if you might have a man instead. And if you have a man, why are you on my dick so much?"
"I thought that was what you wanted?" said Malik, removing his underwear as he maneuvered himself between Marvin's legs. "Aren't you the one that demanded I bring my ass to you in prison once you were convicted, or you'd tell my secret to the world?"
"And you believed that shit?" asked Marvin, wrapping his hands tenderly around Malik's waist as he looked up into his face. "Or are you just using that as an excuse to come in here and cop my dick every chance you get?"
"Maybe a little of both." --admitted Malik, feeling Marvin's muscles as Marvin reached back and squeezed his ass cheeks with both hands. Marvin slipped a finger into Malik's pre-greased ass, pushing all the way up to the third knuckle while he leaned forward and bit Malik's right nipple.
Malik moaned painfully as Marvin's fingers stretched his asshole, his teeth biting down hard on the small hard rivets on his chest. Marvin attacked the nipple like an angry dog, biting, nibbling, and sucking hard until it stood swollen and sore, then he switched over to the left one. After a few minutes of nipple torture, Marvin pulled his dick from his underwear, tucking the waistband under his balls as he positioned Malik to straddle his muscular legs. Malik's ass hovered directly over Marvin's hardon, as Marvin guided the head up to the slick hole.
"ummmm..." moaned Malik, easing down on the fat sausage as it penetrated his anus and moved inside. Marvin watched as Malik descended on his dick, his sore nipples standing stiff from his chest as he settled all the way down on his hardon, 10 full inches of thick hard manhood lodged deep in his ass. Malik groaned, breathing hard as his body tried to adjust to the invasion inside him. Marvin waited respectfully, feeling Malik's tight manhole squeeze and spasm around his embedded dick as it tried to repel him. Slowly Malik started to bounce of it, gasping hard as he rose and fell in the convict's muscled lap. His asshole squeezed tightly around the shaft as the fat dick stretch his anal muscles to its capacity and beyond.
"That's it babee, ride that dick, boi! Show daddy that you like it!" encouraged Marvin, loving the way the tight hole felt on his dick. Malik panted like a dog as Marvin sealed his lips to his neck and started sucking like a maniac, his strong hands massaging Malik's taut ass cheeks, pulling the fat buns apart while he fucked up into it.
Malik moaned a low steady groan, his asshole and innards stretching desperately to accommodate the inmate's massive manhood while his neck was being sucked raw. Marvin tired to bit his neck in half, wanting to leave his mark incase Malik did have a lover outside the prison. He wanted his man or woman to know he was getting it good from somewhere else. Marvin knew he was trying to sabotage Malik's relationship, he couldn't believe his luck, never having been in an ass so deliciously warm and inviting as Malik's (except maybe his baby brother's --Jeffery ["blacksub-II" in the gay/interracial section of Nifty] ). Malik was quite a find. He wasn't like other masculine inmates whom he had to fight or intimidate in order to fuck. Malik liked dick. He loved getting fucked. Marvin liked watching him go wild on HIS dick, he didn't have to get violent with Malik to show him who was boss, Malik liked it rough, even when HE was in the driver's seat.
Marvin allowed Malik to have control for the first 10 minutes or so, rubbing his hands up and down Malik's muscular back and ass while sucking viscously on his neck. Malik felt his loins overload with excitement as his erection started to pulse and cum all over them, the semen sprouting up out of his throbbing dick like a fountain as it drenched both he and Marvin in a shower of cum. "Yeeah boi..., made you pop that load!" --grinned Marvin, standing up as he took Malik with him. "I love making you cum with just my dick! No hands, no mouth, -just me fucking you! Shows me how much you love that shit!" --stated Marvin, holding Malik by the waist. "But now it's daddy's turn to cum!" --he said, menacingly. Mal locked his hands about Marvin's broad neck, his legs wrapped around the inmate's pecs as he bounced him up and down on his dick like a yo-yo.
Malik yipped with every intake, feeling the extended muscle punch through his rectum like a closed fist every time their bodies collided. Then Marvin turned Malik around towards the bed, where he laid him down on his beck. Malik's legs wrapped around Marvin's ribs while Marvin humped on top of him, his dick driving through the bottom man's stretched anus as he impelled him deep on his pole.
"Fuck me, man! Fuck me!" groaned Malik, looking up at Marvin with glassy eyes. Marvin gripped Malik by the backs of his legs, bending them forward until they spread apart wide, pressing on the inner part of his knees until they touched the mattress behind his head. This truly exposed Malik's ass as Marvin used his weight to double Malik in two and hold his twisted body into place while he started to thrust again. Malik held his breath and waited as Marvin pulled back on his hips to withdraw his big mammoth prick, then screamed as he shoved forth to completely bury it in one frightful stroke.
"AAAARRRHHH...!!" screamed Malik, feeling 10 inches of beer can thick dick penetrated him directly into his colon.
"Is that what you like, babee?" asked Marvin through grit teeth, drawing back his hips again as he prepared for another thrust. Malik, gasped as his gut was rammed again, the entire length of Marvin's amazing piece piercing him straight through like an old battering ram as the bed springs began to squeak.
No words came out of Malik's mouth as his body was fucked hard. Marvin's thrusts were repetitive, his pelvis slamming into the upturned cushions of Malik's spongy butt cheeks again and again. Malik felt the continuous slam of Marvin's big gut punching dick ramming into him over and over. Tears began to fill his eyes as his own rock hard dick bounced up and down against his sticky belly, a steady string of pre-cum leaking profusely from the head with each and every thrust made into him. The bed springs popped and squeaked, threatening to break down from the weight of the man on top.
For 20 solid minutes Marvin drove straight through Malik's bowels, his dick beating a path through his colon that would be forever permanently marked. Malik's breathing was labored as he contended with Marvin's constant pounding. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth as he simply lay there like an invalid, unable to move or say anything as his body was fucked beyond belief. His mind went on an orbital trip of euphoria, while his body suffered the punishments Marvin forced upon it. Anyone looking in would have thought Malik was dead or unconscious by the way he simply lay there getting pounded, until his dick started to erupt a second orgasm of sperm all over his chest, face, and stomach.
Marvin laughed as the cum pumped from Malik's straining dick, painting his face and chest in white cream. Malik still never spoke as Marvin lay down on top of him chest to chest, and fucked his ass while he sucked hard on Malik's neck once again. Malik felt the heavy suction as Marvin's teeth bit into him like a vampire. Marvin stick his wet tongue into his ear, whispering how he would never let Malik go, now that he consented to being his prison bitch. He fucked into the officer's body even harder, totally dominating him sexually as his dick swelled inside his bowels, then exploded.
Malik felt the dick jerking wildly inside him, and knew he was being filled full to capacity with thick rich convict cum. He licked his lips, tasting his own sperm as more pumped into his bowels, flooding his aching innards with a river of human sludge.