The Pink Foxxx Hole

Congujal Visitor

It was the middle of the night. Peter looked to his left at the poster. He noticed the pinup model was gone.

“What the hell,” Peter asked in awe?

He leaped out of his bed and ran to the poster. Suddenly, Peter turned and saw this mysterious, handsome man.

“…Oh…shit,” Peter said to himself.

“My name is Axel," said the pin up, "I’m the man from the poster.”

“That’s bull s**t! You must be one of the guards playing tricks on me.”

"I'm not a guard, and I wasn't sent by anyone, either. I'm the pinup on the wall. Think of me as a conjugal visitor."

“Please.”

“Go and take a look."

He looked back at the poster and stared at the blank space. Then Peter looked back at Axel.

Axel said, “…If you want to touch me, do it.”

Peter pushed him away and exclaimed, “f**k you.”

“I rather f**k you."

Peter looked at the stranger with anger.

“What did you say,” Peter asked angrily?

“I rather f**k you,” replied Axel.

“You will NEVER f**k me.”

Peter unzipped his pants and pulled out his d**k.

“I do the f*****g,” Peter said arrogantly, “I’m always on top.”

"Oh, baby," Axel said softly.

“Do you like my little pepper?"

“There’s nothing little about your pepper.”

Axel looked at Peter with amazement.

Peter continued with a half-smile, “nobody picks this pepper because Peter does the pipping.”

"So what should I call you? Peter Piper? Peter Pepper,” Axel asked?

“No, just “Peter”? Why do you ask?”

“I figure you did porn.”

“No.”

“It’s cool. I bet you do the pipping very well. Maybe we could pipe each other."

“I said that I do the piping. That means I’m always in control.”

“Do you ever thought about letting someone else do the piping?"

“I like being in control. What gave you the idea I wanted to f**k you, anyway?”

“Your d**k is getting hard. I bet it's aching to c*m and play, or should I say play and cum.”

Peter looked down and saw his “pepper” fully erected.

“Stop looking at my d**k,” Peter said, angrily, “If you try anything with me, I’ll kick your ass!”

“I rather you kiss my ass," Axel flirted, "Better yet, eat my ass.”

"Look, man," Peter snarled, "I don't know this game you’re trying to play with me. Do us both a favor and go back to wherever the hell you came.”

Peter went back to bed, facing the wall. Axel smiled at the inmate lying on the bed. He knew that Peter threw these tantrums to compensate for his true feelings. Axel squatted down beside the bedside facing the inmate’s back.

“It’s not all about having control,” Axel explained, “It’s about pleasure too. Why should you be the only one giving pleasure? Let someone else give you pleasure. Then we can give pleasure to each other. I don't mind being a bottom. I mean, I could be a top too, but I'm adventurous, flexible, and submissive.”

Peter eventually turned to the handsome stranger and stared at him. Axel remained to squat down by his bedside. Peter sat up in his bed. His fingers caressed Axel’s face. Peter quickly pulled his hand away from the handsome stranger.

“Don’t stop now,” Axel suggested, with a coy smile, “You’re just getting started.”

Peter smiled at Axel. He slowly leaned forward and kissed Axel on his lips. Each kiss grew more and more passionate. Then, Axel climbed into bed with Peter. Wrapped in each other’s passion, Axel and Peter became more and erected.

Axel became so aroused, he sat on Peter’s legs and said, “Let’s get naked.”

“What,” Peter asked?

“C’mon. Let’s get naked.”

“Really??”

"Don't puss out on me. I want you, and I know you want me. Besides, I’m curious to see the way Peter pipes with his mouth.”

“…but what if someone hears us?”

“No one can hear us, ok? Trust me.”

Axel got off the bed and took Peter by the hand. They stood face-to-face.

“If you want me naked so badly,” Peter said, with a coy smile, “take my clothes off for me.”

“Why can’t you take your clothes off for me,” Axel asked?

“I think it’s sexier when someone else does it.”

Axel wasted no time tearing Peter’s shirt off his body, revealing his hairy chest and the tattoos on his muscular arms. Then Axel took off Peter’s pants and underwear at the same time.

“Let me taste your pepper,” Axel said, looking up at Peter, “I want to taste its level of spiciness.”

Peter pulled away from him.

Peter said, looking down at Axel, “I do the piping.”

Axel was slightly disappointed, but he understood. So Axel let Peter have his way.

Axel said, standing to his feet, “Ok, Peter. Now, it’s your turn to undress me.”

Peter undressed Axel. Axel had a design tattooed on his right shoulder. With a fully erected c**k, the rest of his well-chiseled, perfectly toned body was smooth as satin sheets.

Peter took a look at Axel and said, “Wow. You’re more beautiful than I thought. I can’t wait to devour you. My mouth is salivating already.”

Suddenly, they engaged in a wet, passionate kiss. With every kiss, Peter and Axel's passion became hotter and hotter. It was so hot; their naked bodies began to sweat. It was so intense. Peter pressed Axel against the wall, where he continued to plant passionate kisses all over Axel’s body. Peter proceeded to kiss Axel, squat down to his hard d**k. It was hard, think, and throbbing. Axel’s moaned liked an animal in heat. Once the tip of Peter’s tongue reached the head of Axel’s c**k, he tasted the pre-c*m from his d**k hole. Then, Peter continued to tease his d**k hole with the tip of his tongue. Axel's eyes rolled back into his head as he put his head back on the wall.

“Mmmm,” Peter said, tasting his lover’s pre-c*m, “You taste pretty good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

Peter wrapped his hand around Axel’s shaft and wrapped his lips around the soft, pink head of Axel’s hard d**k. Axel moaned in ecstasy from the touch of his lover’s lips. Then he took his hand away and slid every inch of Axel’s d**k into his mouth. His mouth clenched tightly around it, as Peter’s head buoyed; Axel sighed euphorically, hearing the melody of Peter’s gag reflexes.

Peter drooled all over hiself. Peter’s mouth was so full, some of the spit from his mouth dripped from Peter’s lips.

“You nasty, little slut,” Axel said, with a smile.

Once Axel released his hand from his chin, Peter’s head and mouth buoyed faster and faster. It was so much drool, and it dripped down to Axel's balls.

Axel could not take it anymore; he wanted more. He grabbed Peter by his hair and f****d him in his mouth. Hearing Peter gag was terrific for him. Peter gripped Axel’s muscular thighs for balance.

“Whose piping Peter, now,” Axel asked, “Who’s piping Peter, now?”

Peter couldn’t say anything because he was gaging on Axel’s d**k. Still holding Peter by his hair, Axel forced his d**k down Peter’s throat. Peter took every inch. He could hear Peter gagging; it aroused Axel more. Peter was trying to catch his breath. He squatted down with Peter with a coy smile on his face.

"I'll ask you again," Axel started, "Who’s piping you, now?"

“You, baby,” Peter replied, still trying to catch her breath, “You.”

“Good boy. Now, you’re going to have dessert.”

“What’s that?”

“Peach n’ cream, baby.”

“Peach n’ cream?”

"Yeah…”

Axel laid on the bed on his back, he held his legs over his shoulders, exposing his asshole. Peter wiped the drool off of his face with his hands and smeared it all over Axel's asshole. He feasted upon his lover's asshole. Then, Peter slid his finger into Axel's asshole. Then, another finger. He repeatedly double-finger f****d him as Peter m*********d.

“Oh yeah…I can take another,” Axel said to Peter between moans and groans.

"Oh no, baby," Peter said to Axel, "You're going to get the pepper."

“So pipe me!”

With his d**k fully erected and dripping with pre-c*m, Peter gripped tightly to Axel’s thighs and rammed his d**k into Axel's gaping hole. Continuously, he stroked him hard, giving his lover every inch of lustful pleasure. As Peter gave him big, spicy pepper, Axel pleasured himself. Axel enjoyed being the lover who loved to be ravished and used as a f**k-toy. It aroused Peter continued to ram his massive pepper into Axel’s tiny asshole.

“I’m about to c*m,” Axel said in ecstasy.

Axel moaned in euphoria as his creamy load painted his chest and stomach. Peter moaned in heat as he dumped his load into Axel's gaping hole. Axel tightened his asshole to squeeze to the last few drops of Peter's nectar; Peter cried out from the feel of the tight grip on his sensitive head. Axel's loosened his grip on the head of Peter's c**k. Peter's c**k fell out of Axel's gaping hole. It seeped from his asshole. Peter bent down a licked the c*m from his lover's asshole.

Axel said, "You nasty little slut."

Eight years had passed. Axel and Peter continued their tawdry affair.

"Hey, Axel," said Peter.

“What’s up, my love,” asked Axel?

“Has anyone tried to…well…free you?”

“What do you mean?"

“I mean…has anyone tried to take you home with them?"

"Well…many have tried, but many have failed. Why?"

“C’mon. You're hot! Best of all, s*x with you is amazing!”

"I aim to please, but I don't get to go anywhere."

“How could you say that?”

“The other reality is I don’t get to leave this place. That picture, faded and tattered, is my home. My purpose is nothing but a conjugal visitor.”

“Do the guards and the warden----,”

"----No, I'm just an old, faded poster, to them."

"You don't have to be a "good time" to me. I know that we've been f*****g each other for the past eight years, but it's more than that. Axel, I love you, and I want to show you the world, the real world."

"Peter, I've heard this song numerous times?"

“What song?”

"You love me so much that you want me to whisk me away from this place and we live happily ever after. That's that song I've heard repetitively, and my answer is always "no."

“Don’t you love me?”

“I love being with you but---”

"---So, let's be together forever."

"Forever is not promised."

"Don't talk like that. We love being together. Why are you so negative?"

"I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist, which is weird coming from me."

“What would you know about reality? I get to see you only in my dreams if I’m lucky to see you. You’re just a paper doll from a raggedy poster.”

"…and the truth finally comes out of you! Why do you have to catch feelings and talk about being together forever??? Since you can’t handle real talk and just live in the moment, then you don’t even have to see me again.”

Peter said with a laugh, “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Peter! I’m out of here,” Axel exclaimed!

Peter leaped out of bed; Peter stood in Axel's way.

“Wait,” Peter exclaimed!

"What, Peter," Axel asked?

“I'm sorry, ok? I don’t like feeling rejected, ok?”

"No. YOU rejected and insulted ME."

“…and I’m a dumbass.”

"If you insist on being an asshole to me, you can finish your sentence alone."

"No! Please don't go. You know this place is like a human zoo."

“I know.”

“I look forward to “lights-out” with the hopes of dreaming of you. When I do, I don’t want it to end.”

Axel pulled away from Peter’s grip.

“Just go with the flow,” Axel suggested, “Live in the now, not the later. Later isn’t always promised to us.”

A few years later, Peter was fortunate to make parole. As Peter packed his things, including the pin-up.

Peter said to the pinup, "You're more than just an incredible f**k. I'm taking you out of this hell-hole with me."

Peter took the pinup off the wall, folded it, and buried it in his bag.

“See you tonight, lover,” Peter whispered to the pinup.

He thought that Axel would visit him in his dream soon but soon never came. Night after night, Peter hoped to see Axel but the following morning was a disappointment for Peter. After awhile, Peter's patience was thin. He angrily yanked the pinup off the wall.