Love in Oz
Enrique Morales had hidden his true feelings for months, but when he saw Vern in the shower he knew he had to have him. The older fellow's buttocks gleamed wetly with soap. The reflection of the fluorescent lights from Vern's soft globes cast an angelic halo about him. "Ay, Madre de Dios," Enrique moaned.
The proud Aryan turned slowly, smirking at Enrique. "You like what you see, spic?" he drawled, thrusting his hips lewdly at the stunned and aroused Hispanic. Much to Morales' delight, Schillinger's snowflake-white cock had begun to swell. Schillinger laughed, his proud cock throbbing. It blushed with his scarlet Aryan blood, swiftly becoming the same bold crimson as the Nazi flag.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Morales growled like a feral Mexican in heat and pounced upon Schillinger. Vern's struggles ceased quickly, the Aryan giving in to a lust as primal as Morales'. The two sweaty men fled the shower arm in arm, their asscheeks clapping as they galloped like free wild stallions through the halls. Their cocks jigged and bobbed, in perfect synch with the pounding tempo of their feet and the rhythmic slap of buttocks. It was a percussion symphony of pure love, their stiff manmeat acting as conductors' batons to the song of their hearts and loins. "Where we going, cracka?" Morales panted. He had to have Schillinger, and he had to have him now. If they didn't find a fucknest soon, Morales would throw Schillinger to the floor and take him like an animal!
The guards knew better than to interfere with the mating ritual in progress. They simply smiled as the two fellows frolicked past, gleefully rubbing their guns against their stiffening genitals. Suddenly Vern skidded to a halt, snatching Morales around the waist and throwing him into a solitary cell. Morales was dazed with lust, and it took him a moment to realize whose cell they now occupied. The walls were encrusted with feces, their spicy odor marking them as spic feces. Morales groaned, lapping up a flake of old shit. Definitely Mexican. That distinctive tang of salty burritomeat could never truly be erased from a wetback's intestines. It must be Miguel's fouled cell. Morales found himself even more aroused.
Before the young bucks could get down to business, a familiar chocolate fellow barged in the door. It was none other than Kareem Said, leader of the muslim fellows. Said was naked and ready for a good old buck fuckin', his oily brown body gleaming with the sweat of a Nigra male's arousal. "Nigger cock," Vern hissed, his Aryan male appendage heiling most ferociously.
Kareem smiled shyly, putting his hands behind his head and rolling his hips sensuously. The mating motions of the Negroid Ape came naturally to him, and Vern was mesmerized by the sway of Said's pendulous ebony testicles. Said hooted softly, pinching his nipples between calloused brown fingers. Vern snarled, leaping up and slapping Said across the face with his incredible flying Supercock. "Get over here, dune coon worshipping camel jockey cock sucking nigger jiggaboo spearchucker jungle bunny porch monkey," he growled, tossing Said to the floor with the sheer might of his sexuality.
The three fellows were so turned on that at first they simply writhed around in a nice sweaty pile. The heat of their arousal melted Miguel's foul chocolate smears, coating the fellows in a sticky layer of spicy beaner shit. It was almost unbearbly arousing to Morales, and his plump Mexidick leaked a continous stream of jalapeno-tinted precum onto the thighs and bellies of his lovers.
Vern got the party started by plunging balls deep into Said's creamy brown man-cunt. Said screeched like a gorilla in heat as the proud Aryan mated with his anus. The chocolate fellow prayed fervently to Mecca as Vern fucked him, his knees slipping in a prayer rug made out of matted human feces. Morales chuckled, feeding his pear-shaped cock up first one and then the other of Said's gaping Nigra nostrils. He blew his load almost immediately, coating Said's sinuses with Mexican cocksnot and garnishing his own penis with the chocolate fellow's slippery mucus.
"HEIL HITLER!" Vern came furiously, his semen spurting out with enough force to rupture Said's asshole. The pain only aroused the muslim fellow further, and he lunged towards Morales' cock like a dickseeking missile. The fellows collapsed once more into a lusty pile, rubbing their engorged penises between one anothers' thighs. They nipped at each others' nipples, panting with lust and vexation.
Finally Schillinger was able to coax the blood to flow from Morales' abused teat. He sucked voraciously at the bean-flavored blood. Said joined in, kneading at Morales' small hairy breasts with his big square Nigra teeth. The fellows came in unison, their testicles pumping out clotted streams of manjam.
Just then the guards came in. They had been watching, and were quite impressed by the fellows' lusty efforts. The guard fellows shredded off their uniforms and knelt in a row, offering up their plump assholes to the virile inmates. Morales, Said, and Schillinger were only too happy to comply. They sunk their meat deep into the nether holes of their tormentors, shouting out various racist slogans as they came. Said was able to get in a nice titty twister on his rapee, causing the guard to cum a river onto the shit stained floor.
The lusty fellows slept well that night, tangled up in a hairy and sticky pile. It had been a good mating, one they would remember for the rest of their lives. When they woke up, they could start all over again, pummeling the combined filth of the day's adventure deep into each others' eager holes. Truly Oz was a wonderland.
Beecher could only stare longingly, tugging at his pitifully tiny dick.
The proud Aryan turned slowly, smirking at Enrique. "You like what you see, spic?" he drawled, thrusting his hips lewdly at the stunned and aroused Hispanic. Much to Morales' delight, Schillinger's snowflake-white cock had begun to swell. Schillinger laughed, his proud cock throbbing. It blushed with his scarlet Aryan blood, swiftly becoming the same bold crimson as the Nazi flag.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Morales growled like a feral Mexican in heat and pounced upon Schillinger. Vern's struggles ceased quickly, the Aryan giving in to a lust as primal as Morales'. The two sweaty men fled the shower arm in arm, their asscheeks clapping as they galloped like free wild stallions through the halls. Their cocks jigged and bobbed, in perfect synch with the pounding tempo of their feet and the rhythmic slap of buttocks. It was a percussion symphony of pure love, their stiff manmeat acting as conductors' batons to the song of their hearts and loins. "Where we going, cracka?" Morales panted. He had to have Schillinger, and he had to have him now. If they didn't find a fucknest soon, Morales would throw Schillinger to the floor and take him like an animal!
The guards knew better than to interfere with the mating ritual in progress. They simply smiled as the two fellows frolicked past, gleefully rubbing their guns against their stiffening genitals. Suddenly Vern skidded to a halt, snatching Morales around the waist and throwing him into a solitary cell. Morales was dazed with lust, and it took him a moment to realize whose cell they now occupied. The walls were encrusted with feces, their spicy odor marking them as spic feces. Morales groaned, lapping up a flake of old shit. Definitely Mexican. That distinctive tang of salty burritomeat could never truly be erased from a wetback's intestines. It must be Miguel's fouled cell. Morales found himself even more aroused.
Before the young bucks could get down to business, a familiar chocolate fellow barged in the door. It was none other than Kareem Said, leader of the muslim fellows. Said was naked and ready for a good old buck fuckin', his oily brown body gleaming with the sweat of a Nigra male's arousal. "Nigger cock," Vern hissed, his Aryan male appendage heiling most ferociously.
Kareem smiled shyly, putting his hands behind his head and rolling his hips sensuously. The mating motions of the Negroid Ape came naturally to him, and Vern was mesmerized by the sway of Said's pendulous ebony testicles. Said hooted softly, pinching his nipples between calloused brown fingers. Vern snarled, leaping up and slapping Said across the face with his incredible flying Supercock. "Get over here, dune coon worshipping camel jockey cock sucking nigger jiggaboo spearchucker jungle bunny porch monkey," he growled, tossing Said to the floor with the sheer might of his sexuality.
The three fellows were so turned on that at first they simply writhed around in a nice sweaty pile. The heat of their arousal melted Miguel's foul chocolate smears, coating the fellows in a sticky layer of spicy beaner shit. It was almost unbearbly arousing to Morales, and his plump Mexidick leaked a continous stream of jalapeno-tinted precum onto the thighs and bellies of his lovers.
Vern got the party started by plunging balls deep into Said's creamy brown man-cunt. Said screeched like a gorilla in heat as the proud Aryan mated with his anus. The chocolate fellow prayed fervently to Mecca as Vern fucked him, his knees slipping in a prayer rug made out of matted human feces. Morales chuckled, feeding his pear-shaped cock up first one and then the other of Said's gaping Nigra nostrils. He blew his load almost immediately, coating Said's sinuses with Mexican cocksnot and garnishing his own penis with the chocolate fellow's slippery mucus.
"HEIL HITLER!" Vern came furiously, his semen spurting out with enough force to rupture Said's asshole. The pain only aroused the muslim fellow further, and he lunged towards Morales' cock like a dickseeking missile. The fellows collapsed once more into a lusty pile, rubbing their engorged penises between one anothers' thighs. They nipped at each others' nipples, panting with lust and vexation.
Finally Schillinger was able to coax the blood to flow from Morales' abused teat. He sucked voraciously at the bean-flavored blood. Said joined in, kneading at Morales' small hairy breasts with his big square Nigra teeth. The fellows came in unison, their testicles pumping out clotted streams of manjam.
Just then the guards came in. They had been watching, and were quite impressed by the fellows' lusty efforts. The guard fellows shredded off their uniforms and knelt in a row, offering up their plump assholes to the virile inmates. Morales, Said, and Schillinger were only too happy to comply. They sunk their meat deep into the nether holes of their tormentors, shouting out various racist slogans as they came. Said was able to get in a nice titty twister on his rapee, causing the guard to cum a river onto the shit stained floor.
The lusty fellows slept well that night, tangled up in a hairy and sticky pile. It had been a good mating, one they would remember for the rest of their lives. When they woke up, they could start all over again, pummeling the combined filth of the day's adventure deep into each others' eager holes. Truly Oz was a wonderland.
Beecher could only stare longingly, tugging at his pitifully tiny dick.