Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2010 19:26:24 -0400 From: Marvin Subject: roswell heights-11 [Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15 story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.] _______________________________________________________________________ ROSWELL HEIGHTS-11 Julio's War 46 year old Julio Espisedo (5'11", 170 lbs with a medium non-athletic build) walked down the street of his long time neighborhood, hating the way it's changed in the last 2 decades. There once was a time (when he first moved there 20 yrs ago) when people in the neighborhood looked out for each other, when neighbors disciplined unruly children (even when they weren't their own), when pride in the neighborhood meant cleaning out in front of your house and maintaining your property. Since then he'd noticed a serious lack of police presence, that neighbors no longer looked out for each other and their children, that it was every man woman and child for themselves, that there was no community pride left. Many of the middle aged working class and elderly tended to mind their own businesses, afraid to speak out against the riffraff invading their street corners for fear of retaliation. People don't raise their children to be respectful law abiding and productive citizens anymore, they raise rude wild loud ingrates who thought of nothing more than themselves. Many of the youth had never worked an honest day in their lives, having started off with criminal behavior at an early age and never looked back. Julio just shook his head at what society had become; a nation of adults afraid of their own children. He walked home from a nearby grocery store after work, carrying fresh items which he intended to cook tonight on the stove. As he walked towards his house, he noticed several young black men on the corner, peddling drugs out in the open, making cash exchanges with known druggies as if it were no big deal. Fed up with the dealers ruling the world, he briskly walked across the street to comfort them. Two of the dealers noticed his approach and walked away, already familiar with his reputation for bringing unwanted attention to their corners. But the third drug dealer was defiant, standing his ground as if he had an army behind him. "You kids need to stay off these corners..." stated Julio, yelling at the boys walking away. "...go find REAL JOBS, support your unwanted babies and make something useful of your lives!" "Yo..., who the fuck do you think you are, old man...?!" asked 17 year old Kaleb Nelson, disrespectfully. Julio looked the teenager over, recognizing him as the boy he saw getting butt fucked in the back-lots (the un-kept lots behind the Projects [chap-8]). "How old are you, son...17...? 18...? Do you even know where your future is headed...?" "Who gives a fuck...?" asked Kaleb, stubbornly. "YOU should give a fuck!" countered Julio. "Your PARENTS should give a fuck! Is there ANYbody in your life who cares that you're out here throwing your life away? Where's your father...?" "Dead! Where's YOURS?" asked Kaleb, flipped. "In Puerto-Rico!" answered Julio. "And he loved me and raised me to respect myself and to respect others! He taught me to get a real job, to earn my money wisely and to support myself and my family so that they would not have to grow up without a dad!" "How might WHITE of you!" snapped Kaleb. "Don't you know that the streets are NO place for young black and Hispanic men...? That the police are just itching for an excuse, ANY excuse to shoot your black ass and throw you in jail? Don't you see you're stepping right into their stereotypes...? That you're allowing THEM to dictate who you are and what you do as a person...?" reasoned the older man. "Ain't nobody tellin' me nothin' old man! You don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about!" yelled Kaleb, flagging Julio on. "MY SON was killed on these streets..." confessed Julio, the pain of losing a child still eating away at him like a bad cancer. "...trust me when I say once you're gone, ain't NONE of these so called `hommies' of yours gonna miss you! They won't mourn for more than a few hours before they too get shot and killed or thrown in jail, ruining any chance at all of finding a good job and getting out of this shit hole neighborhood they helped defile! You need to open your eyes and realize that there's MORE to life out there than what's in front of you...! There's a whole world of possibilities you're just letting pass you by for a few measly bucks...!" "Ain't nobody tryin'a hear all that...!" said Kaleb, turning a deaf ear. "Don't nobody care about Puerto-Rico OR your dead son...! If you were such a good influence, why's he dead in the first place...? You obviously sucked as a father!" "You lil' ingrate...!" snarled Julio, losing it as he charged after Kaleb (dropping his bag of groceries in the process). The teen boy was taken off guard, unprepared for a physical fight as Julio (an old hack at hand to hand combat) made quick work of him, then dragged the teenager up into a nearby alley for privacy. Kaleb struggled, losing several bags of Sextasy as Julio threw him face first up against a neighbor's wall. "You think you man enough to stand up to me in the street...?" asked the older man, ripping off Kaleb's jacket. "Then let's see how well you hold up in another environment...!" Kaleb had no idea what the older man meant, until he felt Julio throw him over a set of trashcans and begin to pull down his pants. "Hey...!" protested the boy, trying to rise up as his ass became exposed. "What the fuck'r you doin'...?!" he asked, trying to pull his pants back up. "You should know..." said Julio, yanking them down around the boy's ankles. "...I SAW you getting butt fucked in the lots behind The Heights...!" informed the man, causing Kaleb to freeze in place as the words registered deep in his brain. "You seemed quite comfortable taking dick up the ass..., maybe jail would be such a bad place for you after all!" Kaleb felt shame run through him at the thought of being caught. He remembered that day well, the day he asked MarliQ to fuck him in the back-lots to prime him for Kane. MarliQ was all too happy to help, having caught the bug for fucking dudes after the Initiation orgy Kane made them perform on 15 year old Donavan Stiles (chap-5). In fact, MarliQ had fucked him so hard that Kaleb still felt the butt fucking the next day. Since then, MarliQ has been treating Kaleb like one of his chicks, hitting him up whenever his dick gets hard and he don't feel like going through the bullshit of sweet talking a girl. Julio Espisedo found himself staring down at Kaleb's ass face to face. He'd seen the boy's ass from a distance in the dark while he was bent over getting rammed from behind from one of his friends, but now that he could see it up close and personal, he had a new perspective on how pretty the black boy's ass really was, and actually found himself getting aroused as he covered the sweet brown cheeks with his hands. He squeezed the fat round buttocks firmly, digging his strong fingers into the meaty globes before prying them apart. The ass crack was slightly haired with a thin line of baby hairs surrounding the taut looking anus. It'd been months since Julio's last experience with a woman (a call-girl he hook with every now and then when he gets desperate for pussy). He looked at Kaleb's ass as pussy, envisioning the tight puckered anus as a dripping wet vagina as he leaned in and pressed his face between the teen's cheeks. Kaleb felt the older man molesting his ass as he fondled and squeezed his ass cheeks. He felt the man pull his cheeks apart, exposing his asshole to the open air. Then (much to Kaleb's surprise) he felt the man press his face up between his cheeks. Kaleb was shocked that someone would put their face in such an unfamiliar area, but was pleasantly surprised when he felt mr Espisedo's tongue starting to swipe across his tight pucker. "Oh god...!" he groaned as the wet oral muscles swabbed his shitter, bathing it in warm spit. Kaleb found himself pushing his ass back into the older man's hairy face, trying to make for him a better bulls-eye. Espisedo used his thumbs to pry the young firm cheeks apart as he licked his taster up and down the slightly haired crevice. Grateful that the kid's ass tasted clean, he pressed his face in further and began to drill his tongue into the tight hole, wanting to get up inside the boy's body. Kaleb tried to stifle his groans, but was doing a horrible job as he leaned his chest down against the trashcan lid and surrendered his ass to the hole eater. Julio loved eating pussy. When he was married it was his favorite past-time. His wife (Barbra) often complained about her vagina becoming too swollen and sensitive from all the sucking it did. Sometimes she would have to go to bed in her son's room (while he was alive), or wear three layers or clothes or else she'd wake up with her husband's head between her legs. Julio missed those days, as most of his time now consisted of work and organizing town watches. He kept his son's spirit alive by often speaking of him at meeting and during therapy sessions with his shrink. At home he left his room exactly the way it was before he died, not wanting to disturb any of his son's essence. Julio felt Kaleb's ass cheeks lock on either side of his face as he ate his ass. Breathing through his nose, he soaked the kid's ass in saliva, treating his asshole as if it were his wife's pussy. Kaleb had never had his asshole eaten before, and couldn't believe the excitement he felt as the warm tongue passed over him. His dick was hard and his ass was beginning to actually crave dick as his asshole slowly dilated and allowed Julio's tongue to enter. Julio unfastened his pants and began stroking his uncut erection. Removing his face for a second, he spit down into the palm of his hand and began stroking it along the length of his dick before pressing his face back up between the twin cakes. He tongue fucked the tiny hole, loving the way the ass felt against his face. Using his facial hair as a scouring pad, he rubbed his face up and down the crack, causing Kaleb's sensitive skin to tingle with excitement. Kaleb lifted his torso off the can so he could reach down and stroke his own hardon. He looked back over his shoulder to see the handsome Rican man with his tan face buried in his brown ass. Down the side alley he could see people walking by, looking down at and stepping over Julio's spilled groceries all over the ground. No one bothered to look up the alley, where they would have seen Kaleb bent over a stack of trashcans getting his man-pussy ate. Kaleb waited as Julio pulled away from eating his ass, then stood up behind him. He arched his back and titled his butt outward as Julio rested his hardon between the cheeks, slow grinding its way up and down the valley like a sausage between two buns. He ran his hands curiously up under the front of Kaleb's shirt, feeling his torso and chest. Kaleb sighed deeply as he arched backwards, leaning his head back against the older man while he gently caressed his body. Julio's lips were near Kaleb's neck as he reached down and aimed his hooded dick up against the kid's asshole. Kaleb paused as the man starting to push into him, slowly easing his dick into his hole. He had expected the first penetration to be painful as with past experiences, but was greatly surprised when Espisedo's dick easily slid into him, as if guided by an inviting force. "OOOOOhhhhh ggooooooddddddd..." he groaned as the dick slowly passed into him. Julio pressed his chest against the boy's back, using his free hand to caress his torso while gently guiding the boy back into him. "That feel good..?" asked Julio, whispering into Kaleb's ear. "Oh yeeeaaaahhh..." moaned the teenager, lost inside his own ecstasy. "I can't believe it didn't hurt...! I always hurts when they first put it in...!" "That's cuz I ate you out first..." explained Julio, pressing his hairy pubes against Kaleb's smooth cheeks as he ground his entire dick around in the boy's ass. "...I made you relax before I pushed it up inside you slowly...! Pussy should be made love to, not butt fucked like a prison inmate...!" he said as his hot breath rested on the side of Kaleb's neck. "You want me to pull out...?" he asked, knowing the boy wouldn't. "No..." moaned Kaleb, still stroking himself as his own dick remained rock hard. "Something THIS sweet shouldn't be out selling drugs on a street corner..." whispered Julio, pulling back his hips as he began to fuck. "...you have a lot more potential than that!" "I don't have any other skills..." complained Kaleb, downing himself. "We ALL have skills..." informed Julio, pushing back in as his dick easily sliced through Kaleb's buns. "...the trick is finding out what you're good at, and going from there...!" "All I'm good at is playin' video games, sellin' drugs, and..." "And what...?" asked Julio curiously, as he began to steadily fuck the boy's ass. "And..., THIS...!" answered Kaleb, referring to getting fucked. "Bullshit!" said Julio, running his hand up to Kaleb's neck from under his shirt. He turned the boy's head towards him, even as he continued to fuck himself from behind without let up. "Don't let anybody tell you you can't do something! You can do anything you want...! You don't HAVE to settle with being a drug dealer! You could be a manager at a fast food restaurant, or a nurse if you get the proper education..., or a mechanic, or a retail salesman..., --the doors are open to you!" "I...I...don't know..." said Kaleb, trying to think with a dick sliding in and out of his ass. "If you stay out here, someone, somewhere, eventually is gonna kill you..., or you're gonna end up in jail being the butt slave of convicts!" informed Julio, talking directly to the boy's face from behind. "As much as you might like having this pussy tapped, you're NOT gonna like 50 to 60 convicts taking turns on you everyday..., fucking you rather you want it or not!" Kaleb groaned despairingly at the idea of getting butt fucked repeatedly by big burly greasy men with giant dicks and mean attitudes. He definitely liked the way mr Espisedo's dick felt inside him, but he didn't think he would be able to take 50 to 60 guys fucking him consecutively. Julio twisted Kaleb's head further in his direction with one hand up near his face, and the other hand up under his shirt feeling his torso. "No..., pussy like this needs to be made love to constantly...! You need a man who will dick you good when you need it, and eat it out so you'll want it! You need a man who's not afraid to show you love and affection, who will be patient and teach you the correct way to be a man! You need a father figure in your life!" "Yeah...!" agreed Kaleb, having missed having one in his life. His mother had raised him as best she could while working (sometimes 2 jobs) to support him, but Kaleb couldn't deny the feeling of loss for not having a dad to go to when he needed it, and the men his mother dated never really seemed interested in getting to know him, they just wanted to get into his mother's draws. Julio knew he had tapped into something with the boy. Indeed many of the black urban boys grew up without 2 parents, and many were starved for the love and affection of their absent fathers. Many of them subconscious sought that affection by joining gangs, believing the camaraderie of other men would fill the gap left behind by their dads. Unfortunately drug dealers are a poor substitute for lonely boys seeking to bond, leaving a lot of them with lengthy arrest records, jail time, or death. Julio hoped Kaleb wasn't so far gone that he couldn't be reached. The Fathers Against Drugs (F.A.D.) talked about reaching some of those kids, pulling them in off the streets and acting as foster fathers in the hopes that the boys will feel empowered to do the right thing. They believed that all some of these kids needed were love, attention, and understanding, --you didn't have to be a biological parent to give support. Kaleb could feel Julio's hairy lips tickling the side of his face as he pulled him back into his chest while thrusting up into his ass. He could feel his whiskers touching his face as his hot breath breathed on his skin, the smell of cigarettes invading his nostrils. Kaleb couldn't believe how good Julio's dick felt sliding through him, the extra skin around the Puerto-Rican's 8" shaft acting as a silk covering and helping to glide the dick back and forth easier. It was like being fucked by a super-glide, the skin staying put while the actually shaft moved back and forth. The sensation was incredible. Kaleb found himself wanting to feel it more and more as Julio inched his lips closer. Julio had never physically been with a man before. As a small boy he experimented with his brothers, comparing cocks and wrestling. But his parents (particularly his dad) frowned on homosexuality, telling his sons that they needed to be MEN and like pussy, anything else in his household was unacceptable. So Julio did as his father instructed, and fucked pussy every chance he got. It really wasn't until he happened upon Kaleb (getting his back dug out by MarliQ) that the desire to fuck a dude hit him. He couldn't tear his eyes off the spectacle happening right before his eyes. All his life he had heard of two guys fucking, but he'd never seen it done. Watching the big guy butt fuck the slimmer one was such a turn on, that Julio KNEW he had to try it out someday. However he didn't think it would be this soon, and out in public to boot. He knew he should have taken this encounter inside, but he really had no idea that it would go this far, or that the 17 year old would be this open to getting fucked by a guy twice his age. Julio wouldn't have stopped thrusting his dick into the teenager's ass even if he begged him to. He was too far gone to turn back now that his dick had been submerged in the boy's hot ass-pussy. Julio couldn't believe how receptive the boy's hole was, it was definitely like fucking pussy, only tighter. He sliced his dick through the squeezing anal ring with every thrust, plunging his uncut Rican meat 8 inches deep inside the boy's sweet sucking rectum. He liked hearing the boy moan after every plunge, his voice raising a few octaves as he tried to maintain his manly street image. Kaleb already knew the pleasures a good dicking could cause, having already taken several dicks since Kane initially stole his anal virginity. But Julio's was the first dick that caused him absolutely NO pain. He marveled at the exquisite feeling emitting through his bowels, the gentle yet firm massage of his anal muscles as the dick sped in and out of him with grace and beauty. It was a wonderful change from the sometimes violent fucking Kane bestowed, fucking his ass as if he stole something. Kaleb enjoyed the steady in/out thrusts Julio administered, loving the way the dick slid through him and darted back and forth into the deep depths of his colon. The steady pumping was rhythmic and therapeutic, making Kaleb wish they were in a bed instead of an alley. He really wanted to lay out next to this man, feeling him fuck him in different positions with his amazing cock. But it wasn't until Julio slipped his tongue into Kaleb's mouth (making him suck the entire root) that Kaleb finally lost it. Julio was still thrusting up into Kaleb's ass (shoving his tongue into the boy's mouth as he held his head sideways) when he heard the boy moan really loudly. They broke the kiss as Kaleb's asshole tightened and flexed around his thrusting dick. Kaleb heaved breathlessly as he looked down at his dick. Two strokes later he was hosing a huge load all over the neighbor's trashcans, spurting out load after thick rich load. Julio could feel the hole spasm around his dick as he gripped the boy by the waist and rode him straight through his orgasm. Kaleb panted like a parched dog as the cum shot out of his body. A few thrusts later, Julio joined him, stifling a yell as his throbbing dick started to flood the teenager's rectum with a surplus of Rican cum. Julio always came heavily, and this time (given that his last physical encounter was months ago) was no exception, as the cum poured out of him in rivers. Kaleb could feel the 8" cock throbbing and jumping inside him, filling him full. But what he didn't expect was the continued drainage as the dick shot endless amounts of molten semen deep inside his flooding rectum. Kaleb's asshole quickly became sloppy with the load, then began leaking spillage as it seeped out around the pulsating shaft still lodged inside. Excess sperm began running down the backs of his legs and inner thighs (a sure sign of overflow), as the cum had nowhere else to go. It took nearly 4 whole minutes for Julio's orgasm to finally subside, by then Kaleb had quite a mess dripping down into his socks, wetting everything in its path. "Sorry about that..." apologized Julio, pulling out of the gushing anus. "...I cum BIG!" "I see...!" said Kaleb, trying to tighten his leaking ass lips as he reached down to pull up his pants. "I was serious about what I said..." stated Julio, getting back to a lost subject. "...if you want to get off these streets and try working to make an honest living..., I will love to support you and be your sponsor!" With that he reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card for F.A.D. "Call me..., any time, day or night!" "Thanks..." said Kaleb, taking the card tentatively. He wasn't sure he had what it took to change, making money on the streets were easy compared to working 40 hrs a week, he saw how tied his mother looked when she got home from work... Julio smiled as he reached up and playfully rubbed Kaleb's head. "You'll be alright!" he said, slowly walking the boy back to the alley's entrance. Surprisingly his fallen bag of groceries was still there. He gathered up the items, then walked back to the boy (who was obviously still leaking gobs of semen from his ass...). Without saying another word, he reached out his hand to shake. Kaleb (pulling the wet boxers from his sticky ass crack) looked down at the hand reached out for friendship..., then shook it. "I'll look forward to hearing from you...!" said the older man, continuing his journey down the busy street towards home. Kaleb thought to run home and shower and change before continuing his shift, but knew Kane would have his ass if he found him missing from his corner. Kaleb smiled mischievously at the thought of Kane having his ass... ___________________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com All questions comments and suggestions to the email address above, or join me on Facebook to leave thoughts about this or other story titles you may have enjoyed.