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".....where you will remain in custody until a date eight months from today at which time, according to the dictates of this state, you will be put to death by electrocution. May God have mercy on your soul young man". At first I just sat there dumbfounded by what I was hearing, but then as the deputies came and handcuffed me to lead me off to the state penitentiary I started yelling and screaming, insisting that I hadn't killed anyone, that my ass- hole lawyer told me that they wouldn't ever find a nineteen year old kid guilty of murder and certainly wouldn't give me a death sentence. "Sorry Dwight, I guess I misread the jury" he said later at my cell. "Unfortunately though, there's still the little matter of my fees which haven't been....." And I shut him out right then. As far as I was concerned he could either get his money from my grand- parents or try to sue me for payment. I should've never let Burke talk me into hiring him in the first place. It wasn't the first time my association with Jay Burke had gotten me into trouble. He was my high school football coach, at least he was until I was kicked off the team due to my shitty grades and getting caught with a fifth of scotch in my locker It didn't matter, there were plenty of us who were no longer on Burke's team who were still part of his "team". Somehow on a teacher's salary he was able to afford a fancy townhouse and always had money for booze and drugs and fancy cars and women (if he wanted them). More often he preferred the company of students like me and half a dozen other well-built, well hung seniors who had already turned eighteen and were therefore not quite so dangerous to his future. I was at a party at Burke's place on the night before final exams started. There were about ten of us who had been there for the last 48 hours fucking our brains out. Yeah I'd done some drugs too, but preferred sex to anything else. Someone told me that Burke was in the study upstairs so I went up to offer myself to him. Guys my own age were okay, but I loved having the big burly coach's cock pounding my ass while I felt his hairy body next to mine. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy" I said, apologizing for interrupting a meeting between Burke and a somewhat older man, very attractive and very sophisticated looking. From the moment I lay eyes on Tony Cassini I knew I was in love. The man reeked of sexuality, and I could see that he was as interested in me as I was in him. "Who's this young stud?" Tony asked of Burke, and my "coach" introduced the two of us. "Get lost Burke" Tony said, and all three of us knew what the course of action was to be. Tony and I spent the next three days in Burke's bed, oblivious to anything else in the world. I didn't even consider leaving to go to school for my final exams. When Tony's limo pulled up in front of my grandparents house they'd just gotten off the phone with the counselor from school who broke the news to them that I would not be graduating. I grabbed a few things from my room and threw them into a bag, knowing full well that any- thing I'd forgotten to bring Tony would buy for me. The next six months were great! I moved into a nice downtown apartment that Tony used to keep for his mistresses. The fact that he was married and had five daughters (between the ages of 3 and 14) indicated that he wasn't completely gay. I wasn't surprised that he'd had affairs with women in the past either. I became Tony's paid whore, though I would have done it all for free. Anything I wanted (clothes, cars, money or jewelry) he gave me. All I had to do in return was be at his beckon call 24 hours a day. When Tony had to be out of town on business (whatever that was?) I was on my own, and he put no restrictions on my actions during that time. I still saw Jay Burke a lot. Hell, I fucked my old "coach" and his newest stable of "legal" athletes more in the six months after I was out of school than the whole year before. I'm not sure what the connection between Burke and Tony was, and I didn't ask. Then there were the other guys that Tony asked me to "entertain". Sometimes it was one of Tony's four brothers. Each of the Cassini brothers were similar.....dark, handsome, extremely hairy and hung like horses. Tony, of course was the biggest, the hairiest and the best of all them. Other times it was for some out-of-town business man who needed servicing. I'd take them to play golf or tennis or to the health club or to lunch, but we'd always end up back at the apartment with my legs up against my muscular chest while my ass was being filled with cock. Like I said, I loved it! Would've done it all for free. One night Tony was supposed to come meet me at the apartment after he took his wife to dinner. I'd been to his office earlier that afternoon and we made it there on top of his desk. He'd sometimes let me fuck him, and on this particular afternoon he'd let me pump a huge load from my big cock up his hairy ass-hole. I left Tony's office and spent a couple of hours picking out just the right sexy outfit to drive my big-dicked, hairy lover crazy later that night after his daughter's dance recital. When I came back to the apartment I could swear I saw Burke's car pulling away. I called him later and asked if it had been him and he insisted that he'd been at football practice until just a few moments earlier. "Believe me Dwight, if I'd come over to your place I wouldn't leave until I got a chance to fuck that beautiful ass of yours." As he talked to me on the phone I started getting turned on. The more he talked filth to me the more I wanted to get my hands all over his hairy body. I told him how much I wanted him to fuck me right then, but that I had to wait for Tony to come by. Burke suggested that I get the big dildo out and of the drawer next to my bed and pretend that it was his cock and I decided that if he kept on talking to me I might be able to convince myself that he was really fucking me. "Damn, where is it? I can't find it!" I said, wondering where I'd left the thing. Maybe it was in the bathroom where I sometimes used it in the shower. The only thing in the drawer was the revolver Tony had given me for protection. "I don't need a gun" I'd told him, but he reminded me that my very nice apartment was located in a very "not nice" neighborhood. "You never know when a prowler will surprise you". I'd never needed to use it and until that evening had never even touched the thing. I told Burke that I couldn't find the dildo, only the gun. "Is it loaded?" he asked and I opened the chamber to see that there were no bullets in it. "Okay, then use that. Go on Dwight, lick it up and down, pretend it's my big hard dick!" It was just kinky enough to be a turn-on, and pretty soon my old coach had convinced me to fuck myself with the 38 caliber revolver. I came with a force that felt like a gunshot itself, spewing rope after rope of white-hot spunk all over my smooth muscular chest. "Woow, that was great!" I said t Burke over the phone and he suggested that I smear the gun through my spunk. I took the revolver out of my ass and rubbed it through the thick puddles on my chest before licking my own jism from the barrel of the pistol. I went to take a shower before Tony arrived and just as I climbed out I heard the front bell ring. "He forgot his key again" I said to myself, padding naked to the door to open it. "Dwight Reed?" the uniformed policeman asked and I said I was. "Can we come in?" he wanted to know, and I suddenly realized I was naked. I excused myself to get a robe on and when I came back another officer had already found the gun laying on the nightstand. "Sorry son, we have to take you downtown for some questions" the first officer said as the second one put the gun, still glistening with my come on it, into a ziploc bag. The next few hours were a nightmare. Not only was I told that Tony Cassini was dead I was even accused of his murder. I didn't know what to do so I called Jay Burke. He told me he'd call a lawyer friend of his who could straighten this all out. Well, it didn't get straightened out, not at all. Burke's lawyer buddy fed me a line that they wouldn't charge me as an adult (they did!) and that the jury wouldn't ever find me guilty on the evidence presented (they did!) and that they would never take the political risk of sentencing me to death (they did!). He told me they'd never believe that I could have sex with Tony Cassini, then shove a 38 revolver up his ass and pull the trigger (they did!) He also insisted that my grandparents wouldn't have to mortgage their house to pay his fees (they did!) and that the prison officials wouldn't house me with viscous hardened criminals (they did!) He also said that he and Burke wouldn't let this fight die, that they would go through every appeal process possible and that they would get this outrageous verdict and death sentence reversed (they DIDN'T). Most guys would call my first night in prison a nightmare but not me. As they lead me down the rows of cells with four men in each I could hear them calling out comments about what they'd like to do with me. I was locked into a cell with three other guys who gave me the same look as all the rest had. They didn't even say anything until lights were out and then my initiation to prison sex began. Leon was a huge black dude. Hell, he must've been 6'5" and 250 pounds. He told me he was a college football player and might have gone pro if he hadn't lost his temper and wiped out his whole family. "You don't want to make Leon mad pretty boy" he said as he rammed his big black cock up my ass that first time. I had to pretend that I was in pain, that I wanted to fight his raping of me. Truth was I loved it! In the dark I couldn't see just how big he was, but it must've been at least a foot long, judging from how far it drove up into my hot ass-hole. Bubba was next. He wasn't quite so big as Leon but he was really hairy! I mean this guy was coated like a god- damned grizzly bear with a full coat of fur all over his front and his back. He wasn't quite so well-endowed as Leon either (I could tell) but the fact that he was so hairy really turned me on. While Bubba was fucking my ass my third "room- mate" came over and shoved his big uncut cock into my mouth. I felt them both come at the same time, one flooded my face while the other filled my ass. Over the next few months I think I was fucked by every prisoner on the floor (and a few from other areas of the facility). One easily bribed guard would arrange to have me moved to a cell for the day and just sort of "forget" about me being there until it was his time to clock out. was every guys "prison-pussy", or "convict-cunt" and I loved it! I think I used it as a way to avoid the inevitable, but then one day I was escorted to the chaplain's office. I guess I expected some old coot, some retired preacher who may have volunteered his time counseling death-row prisoners. What I saw though shocked me. The prison chaplain was nothing at all like that. He was in his early 30's I'd guess and he was a real knockout. He introduced himself as Father McCabe and told that he was asked to come prepare me for my electrocution. "What's the big rush, it's a month down the road still" I told him, hardly able to believe how fast the time had actually gone. I spent the entire afternoon with McCabe and had dreams about him that night. Damn he was good-looking. Too bad he was a priest instead of just another prison official....(yeah, I'd made it with several of the higher-ups also). Every day for the next few weeks I saw him and every time I'd had another guy's cock up my ass I pretended that it was the good-looking priest instead. Finally, the week before my scheduled execution he told me that he was convinced I hadn't killed Tony Cassini. "Of course not, but my cum on the barrel of the gun that killed Tony, whose body had my cum in the ass that was blown to smithereens was pretty damning evidence". I couldn't tell whether Fr. McCabe was turned on or grossed out as I went into some pretty graphic details about how my semen was in Tony's ass at the time of his death. "I didn't kill him, I loved him!" I admitted to the priest and for the next couple of hours I told stories of how great my life with Tony had been. I had no idea that the man was involved in organized crime. I was pretty naive not to figure out that Burke was running drugs for Tony. He asked me who Burke was, and I related how I'd gotten involved with Tony while at a party at Burke's place. "Look, I've got a friend......a cousin actually who is a private detective. Maybe he can find out something to... ....well...to clear you..." Phil (Fr. McCabe insisted that I call him by his first name) said. "Let him help you". "No way, that's what got me into this mess to start with, having a friend of a friend represent me in the trial" I said, and the next couple of hours were spent with me explaining how Burke had found me this shyster lawyer who made promises he couldn't keep. "Thanks, but no thanks!" I told him. The day arrived for my execution and I'd hoped Fr. Phil would be there all day. I asked about him at 8:00 a.m., again around noon and was told he was on his way. "He'd better hurry his holy ass up or there'll be nothing left of me but ashes" I said, trying to make light of my impending execution. The truth was that I was scared shitless. My grandparents had been there early in the morning and I told them how sorry I was to have put them through all this. They both cried as they left the prison. I ordered lobster for my final meal, even though it usually gave me diarrhea. The prison doctor told me I'd lose control of my bowels anyway ---probably even before the switch was thrown-- so I didn't give a shit (no pun intended!) about it. "Where's McCabe?" I asked later on, realizing that I didn't care much about any spiritual counseling as much as the fact that I was crazy about the guy and wanted to see him once more before getting fried. I'd eaten my lobster, could already feel the cramping that I always got when I did so, and wondered if my nerves were adding to my digestive sensitivity. It was ten minutes before midnight (eleven minutes before my planned execution) when Phil McCabe and his cousin showed up. "We've got it Dwight, a stay from the governor" he said, waving a piece of paper at me from down the hallway. He looked different than normal, no clerical collar or black shirt. No, he had on an open neck polo shirt from which thick tufts of dark hair poked. His bare arms were likewise coated and he'd apparently not had time that day to shave. Damn! He looked sexy as hell, reminding me a lot of Tony (or what I'd imagined Tony looked like in his studly youth). Phil and his cousin had convinced the D.A. to investigate a few things that day, presented him with enough evidence that I hadn't really killed Tony by uncovering the true culprit. Okay, maybe you've already figured it out but I was too trusting and (as I said before) somewhat naive. Yeah, the guy who eventually confessed to Tony Cassini's murder was none other than Jay Burke. He was into the Cassini family for over half a million dollars and was mad as hell that Tony preferred me to him as a lover. The whole thing with the gun had been a set-up by Burke, a means of getting me to put my fingerprints and my cum all over the weapon he'd used to kill Tony while his assistant coach ran that day's practice. It was him who drove away from my apartment returning the gun to my nightstand after using it Tony. He'd set me up, gotten me a shitty lawyer who he knew couldn't defend me adequately and managed to clear his debt at the same time. In light of the evidence presented I was released immediately, with the proviso that I appear in court the following morning to sign all the necessary paperwork. "I don't have anyplace to go, don't have any money" I said, and Phil insisted that he would take me in that evening. "Okay, are we going to the convent tonight?" I asked, and he laughed, explaining that a convent was where nuns stayed. "I guess I've got a confession of my own to make" he told me, and I grinned at the irony of that. "I've quit the priesthood" he blurted out, and my mouth dropped open. "No shit!? How come?" "Oh it's a typical story. I was a kid who lived in an orphanage until I was ten, finally adopted by a very religious Irish family who wanted a priest in the family. They laid enough guilt on me about providing me with a life that I agreed to go along with the plan in return for all they did for me. I became a priest for all the wrong reasons". "So what made you decide to drop out now?" I asked him, and he didn't even hesitate before saying "I've found someone and I'm in love. Plenty of priests fall to the temptation of sex, and some of them don't quit, but I can't pretend any more". "Oh, I see" I said, suddenly realizing that I'd been living out a fantasy. He'd been preparing me for his leap into private life by asking me to call him Phil. I figured it was because he was being friendly to me. "So who is this woman you're in love with?" I asked and he gave me a look that told it all (just like when I first met Tony) "You dumb shit, it's you! Don't you realize that I'm in love with you Dwight Reed?" That's not quite thhe end of the story. Adoptio records through Catholic Charities are hard to track down sometimes, but Phil managed to locate his. It turned out that he was given up for adoption by a young woman who'd gotten pregnant by slightly older guy in her neighborhood. She was only fifteen but the father of her baby was a bit older. I should've figured it out, based on the physical similarities but (like I've said already a couple of times now) I'm pretty naive. Phil McCabe's fantastically hairy body and big cock gave me night after night of pleasure. He was better than any man I'd ever been with, even better than Tony. When we drove out to Philadelphia and found his mother she told him how in love she'd been with Tony Cassini, that she couldn't consider not having his baby and that she'd always wondered what her life would be like had she married the young man who's family had strong mob ties. So there you have it! You might have figured out a long time back that Burke had set me up, but I'll bet you are as surprised as I was that Phil McCabe is Tony's son. It's not like when I was with Tony. Phil is just as good as his father (no, he's better!) but he doesn't want to share my ass or my cock with anyone. He'd never dream of asking me to "entertain" someone for him, nor would I ever think of making it with someone else when he's not around. I went back and finished my G.E.D. and am taking classes in the college where Phil teaches (his degrees in philosophy and theology ended up being well in demand) and we've got a small little place a few blocks off campus. Still, that doesn't stop me from popping into his office at least once a day for us to make it there. When I think back to how I originally turned down his offer to help me I can't believe it. My grandparents have met him and like him a lot. Once a month I send them a check to repay the money they had to shell out for that ass-hole lawyer Burke found for me, and I'm content in the knowledge that he will never practice law again. My testimony at Burke's trial could've sent him to the electric chair (as he'd tried to do me) but I convinced his jury that years of drug, alcohol and sexual abuse had made him unable to be accountable for his actions in his killing of Tony Cassini. Oh sure, I could've been vindictive and evil, but then I'd have to confess my sins to my favorite priest.