Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 19:53:39 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: roswell heights-24 [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-24 New Drug Pt-1 5:45am Forty year old Jerome Taylor awoke early (as usual), then slowly crept from his bed next to his sleeping wife and snuck down the hall to his son's room. Jerome junior was sound asleep in bed, but heard his bedroom door creek open as his dad crept in. His dick hardened immediately as his father stumbled his way through the dark, then knelt down on the floor beside his bed. Pulling down the covers, Jerome was surprised to see his son no longer wore pajamas or underwear to bed, going freestyle so his dad could have easier access to the family jewels. Jerome grasped the hardon in his hand, then guided his head downward and began sucking. Junior lay back in bed, enjoying the early morning blow job. Ever since his dad started giving him head every morning (draining that annoying morning loads), Jerome junior's been going to school with a lot more confidence. Just having his teenage balls drained on a daily basis (while his friends were out trying to (and for the most part failing) to talk to girls) was uplifting. Knowing he would have another load drained in the morning freed him up from jacking off or trying to get laid by one of the girls from school, enabling him to concentrate more on his school work and garnering better grades. He sometimes wondered if girls gave head as good as his dad? If (and when) he got himself a steady girlfriend to start draining his pipe, would he still need his dad's mouth and ass? Surely his father's services would be available to him for as long as he wanted, so long as the threat of telling his mother still holds water. Junior wondered just how long he could keep this over his father's head? Maybe until college? Until his wedding night? Maybe his dad will continue to give him head for years to come..., whenever his wife refused to perform her duties, he could still got to his dad for relief? Certainly whenever he came home for holiday gatherings? The very thought of his dad sucking him off for the foreseeable future was enough to make Junior's dick started to pulsate. His father's full mustached lips sliding up and down his morning erection was doing quite a job on him, quickly taking him to the brink. He pulled his dad's head up off his dick before he came, wanting to prolong the sex. "What...?" asked Jerome senior, looking somewhat crossed and confused as he made his son's face out in the dark. "What's wrong...? Why'd you stop me...?" "I almost came..." warned Junior. "I thought that was the point...!" chuckled Jerome, rubbing his son's smooth balls. "I don't want it to last only 2 minutes...!" complained Junior, wanting more. "No problem..." said Jerome, going back down. "...I know other things I can do for you...!" he offered, going past Junior's throbbing hardon to lick his ball sac. Junior felt his dad's mouth and tongue licking across his scrotum, causing him to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning out loud. Jerome licked the nut sac all over, painting the smooth skin wet before sucking them into his mouth. Junior intake as his balls were vacuumed into his dad's warm mouth, scissoring his legs open to give the ole man better access. Jerome sucked both balls in, gently washing them over thoroughly with spit. Surprised by how much he was enjoying tea-bagging his son's balls, Jerome went into a 5 minute art form, treating the nut sac like delicate eggs he was afraid of cracking while licking, sucking, and gently pulling the sac with his mouth and soft lips. Junior squirmed in bed while his dad ate his nuts, rubbing his hands over his father's head. Jerome eventually licked his way back up his son's hard shaft, licking away the tasty drops of pre-cum that formed at the tip. Junior's body stiffened when Jerome sucked the dick back into his mouth, taking it all the way down to the base as he quickly deep throated his son to the root. "ooooh daaaaaddddd..." moaned Junior, thrusting his hips as he started to fuck into his dad's throat. Jerome's own dick was rock hard in his boxer shorts, wanting attention of its own as Junior gripped his dad's head and began fucking. "mmmmmmm..." moaned Jerome, eating his son alive. Memories from a few nights ago (in his pastor's office) filled his mind as he suddenly recalled going to the reverend to pray for strength to stop having sex with men. The reverend recommended Jerome seize control of his life, to stop playing the victim and letting men run all over him, --then the reverend butt fucked him up the ass one last time. The reverend had given Jerome some good food for thought, he definitely needed to regain control over what happens to him and his body. But going completely cold turkey was hard. Jerome figured it would be easier to stop servicing Kane (who he hardly interacted with anymore anyway), and the guys at work (refusing to put his job in jeopardy), but his son (and his son's friend Todd), he would have to wean away from, knowing the boys would be hard pressed to give up their only rights to sexual relief. Junior held onto his dad's head for dear life, palming two sides of his head like a basketball as he thrust up into his throat with repeated strokes. He felt himself beginning to get dangerously close to climaxing again, when he suddenly yanked his dad's mouth back up off his pulsating dick. "What now...?" complained Jerome, wanting his son's load. "I want some ass, dad...!" whispered Junior, lustfully. "Son..., you KNOW the rules..." whispered Jerome, knowing the dangers of fucking while his wife and daughter were home. "PLEASE dad...?" begged Junior, reaching down to grope his dad's ass through his underwear. "I'll cum quick...! I promise!" Jerome couldn't help feeling for his son. Sure getting butt fucked at home while his wife and daughter slept down the hall was dangerous, but how could he deny such a heartfelt plea from his own son? Just hearing Junior beg for his ass pulled at Jerome's heartstrings. He felt his asshole beginning to pucker at the idea of getting fucked in his son's own bed. "Okay..." he found himself saying as he slid his boxers down off his ass. "...but remember to keep quiet..., you're mother and sister is just down the hall!" "I will!" promised Junior, jumping out of bed. Jerome stood up and removed his robe, stripping naked in his 15 year old son's bedroom. Once naked, he lay down in bed on his back, lifting his legs to expose his ass. Then Jerome spit onto his fingers and smeared them all over his anus, lubing it for his son's dick. Junior climbed up on the bed with him, getting into position between his legs as he aimed his wet dick down towards his dad's asshole and pushed in. Jerome felt the dick pressing into him, then felt the head penetrate his tight gripping anal ring. He moaned inwardly to himself as his son's dick slowly slipped into him, filling his rectum full of rock hard morning erection. Junior slid all the way up into his dad's ass, pressing his groin into his dad's backside. Every time he fucked his father, he was amazed at how hot and tight his asshole felt. Just sliding around inside it made him want to cum. Junior started fucking immediately, wanting to get off a few good strokes before coming quickly. He knew he had very little stamina when it came to fucking his dad's ass. He and Todd had spent hours tag teaming his father in Todd's mom's apartment upstairs on the 10th floor when she wasn't home, busting more nuts in his dad's body than either boy knew they were capable of producing. Junior knew he was no match for his father's well fucked pussy, especially after it had been laced with another guy's sperm, making it even wetter and more tempting to cum inside. Junior fucked his dad with deep well placed strokes. The goal (as always) was to fuck for as long as possible without coming, making the fuck session last so that the girl (eventually) would want to come back for more. Junior leaned down over his father's torso, thrusting his hips into his ass while Jerome held his own legs up and open. He felt his son's dick moving through him, sliding back and forth through his anal ring as it probed and poked deep inside him. Jerome's own dick lay hard against his stomach, drooling pre-cum on his belly as his son poked around in his gut, leaning in over him with stretched out arms (in pushup position). The bed started rocking once a rhythm was established. Junior stroked through his father with ever increasing thrusts, his pelvis slapping into his dad's fat bottom like a paddle. "Shit daddy..., I'm gonna cum soon...!" he panted, feeling a tingling sensation run throughout his body. "Do it, son...! Cum! I want it!" pleaded Jerome. Junior fucked harder, slamming into his dad's ass as he rammed his dick home with every stroke. After another half dozen or so strokes he rammed in and came, shooting his daily load straight into his dad's ass. "aaahhh..., here it comes, dad...! I'm coming...! I'm...I'm..., AARRHHHH..." yelled Junior. Jerome grabbed the back of his son's head, then pulled his face inward and covered his mouth with his own, stifling his groans. Jerome felt an explosion inside his rectum when Junior came, a river of molten semen flooding into his bowels, filling him full of rich warm sperm. Junior panted in his father's mouth during orgasm, his moans muffled by his father's mouth as he kissed his son's parted lips and tried to swallow all sound. After 30 seconds Junior fell atop his father, still kissing as his body completely depleted of energy while his spurting dick slowly died to a trickle. Jerome hugged his son, pulling him into his chest as he cradled him in his arms. Once Junior gained enough strength, he stopped kissing his father and slowly pulled out of his ass as Jerome got up from his bed... "Your mom will be in here soon to wake you up for school..." " reminded Jerome, pulling back on his shorts and bathrobe. "...maybe you should put your pajama's on before she comes in and find you naked in bed...?" "Okay dad!" said Junior, picking his own shorts up off the floor to slip into. Jerome watched his son slip into his underwear, then slip back into bed. Jerome reached down and massaged his semi-hard dick, feeling an immense desire to cum. Leaving his son's room, he made his way back into his bedroom where his wife (Roseland) was still soundly sleeping. Jerome peeled off his robe and underwear, then slipped into bed behind her. Cuddling up behind his wife, he reached up under her long flannel sleeping gown and began rubbing his penis against her ass. Roseland moaned softly in her sleep as Jerome pulled down her panties and began slipping his dick up between her thighs. "No Jerome, don't..." she protested, pulling away. "...I have to wake up the children..." "It won't take long, trust me..." said the husband, kissing his wife about the shoulder. 38 year old Roseland Taylor gave in, rolling over onto her back voluntarily, getting into missionary position as her husband removed her panties and got on top of her. He rubbed his dick head over her vaginal lips, searching for the entrance before pushing in, sinking into his wife's warm vagina. Roseland moaned softly as she accepted her husband's dick, feeling him push it all the way up inside her before thrusting back and forth. It'd been quite some time since the couple made love, and Roseland was feeling the burn as deeply as her husband. She wrapped her arms about Jerome's back, moaning softly in his ear as not to disturb her sleeping children. Jerome thrust into her deeply, almost forgetting how good it felt to fuck someone else. His dick plunged in and out of her bare vagina, her hot moistness attacking his thrusting dick as it plunged into her velvet walls. Not one for elaborate sessions, Roseland came quickly as her body shuttered and she bit into her husband's shoulder. Jerome felt his wife's vagina clamp down on him, and wondered if his own pussy did the same when reacting to a dick deep inside him? Roseland reached back and gripped her husband's ass, pulling his meaty cheeks apart as she pulled his hips into her. Jerome felt his ass cheeks spread, stretching his fucked anus as his son's cum began to trickle out of him... "AAARRHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, coming in his wife. But before he could bask in his orgasm, Roseland shoved him aside and got up. "I have to wake the children and get breakfast started..." she said coldly, slipping back on her panties and lowering her gown. "...I'll wake you as soon as they're finished with their showers!" Jerome fell face first into the pillows as his wife walked off, feeling exhausted after a busy morning of selflessly pleasing his family. Pt-2 MANAYUNK 7:20am 52 year old former police captain David L. McConnell stood at his living room window, looking out at the Schuylkill River, less than 50 yards from his apartment complex (directly across Kelly Drive). With 3 years in the military, and over 30 years in the Philadelphia Police Department, McConnell felt he had the correct credentials (on paper) to win the mayoral election. But paper credentials wasn't what he was worried about... "David...?" called detective Ramone Davenport, walking out of McConnell's bedroom in only his pj bottoms. "You okay...?" he asked concerned, having seen a quieter more stoic side of his lover lately. "I rolled over and you were gone...! What's up...?" McConnell sighed before looking over his shoulder at his 30 year old boyfriend... "I've decided to ran for office...!" he said simply, causing a cold chill to run through Ramone's half naked body. "Just like THAT...??" asked Ramone, feeling left out. "WHEN did you decide that...?!" "This morning..." said McConnell, looking back out the window as the early morning traffic already starting to run heavily through Kelly Drive. "...just now...!" "Without discussing it with me...?!" asked Ramone, hurt. "What about US...?? What happens to us...?!" "I still want to see you..." informed McConnell, sitting in his windowsill with his back towards the river. "...but..., we may have to cool down some..." "Cool down some...?" asked Ramone, disbelieving his own ears. "What does THAT mean...? You want me to move out...?" McConnell could hear the fear in Ramone's voice, he knew this moment would be difficult... "Only for awhile..., while I'm running for office...!" Ramone chuckled, slapping his own thigh at the irony... "Do you have ANY idea how difficult moving in here with you was...?!" he asked, his voice now sounding angry. "You KNOW I've never been in a relationship with another man before..., yet I trusted you to lead me into this...!" McConnell looked down at the floor, knowing Ramone had a right to be angry. "Now you turn around and tell me you want to cool down...? You want me to move out...?? After ALL the shit we've been through together...??! HOW am I supposed to go back to being straight after this...??!!" "We're NOT breaking up, Ramone..." defended McConnell. "Then why does it FEEL like it...?" asked Ramone, walking back into the bedroom to pack... Pt-3 9am After dropping the kids off at school, Jerome drove into work, wondering what the new day would bring? With the suggestions of reverend Holmes still fresh on his mind, he decided NOT to take any crap from the guys at work, telling them that he refused to cater to their boyish demands to have sex in his office. He would walk into work as their supervisor, a professional who took his job and his position seriously. However when Jerome walked into work, he was immediately called into the manager's office by personnel. "Jerome Taylor...?" called one of the corporate men dressed in black. "Yes...?" asked Jerome nervously, unsure what was going on. "Is this...YOU...?" asked the man, pulling up a video on his laptop computer. Jerome looked down at the screen, and immediately recognized himself sprawled across the very desk they stood at, getting butt and face fucked by two guy wearing KFC worker's uniforms. Jerome's heart sank to his feet as he quickly realized he was in serious trouble... "The heading says `KOP KFC MANAGER FUCKED IN HIS OWN OFFICE'..." said the lead man, reading the caption at the top of the screen. He then looked around the office, recognizing some of the furniture caught in the background of the video. "I've already spoken to some of your staff members..." continued the suit. "...no one would name the two men in the video with you..., but there was a 17 year old boy named Jason Paley who said you recently performed fellatio on him...? Do you know this employee, mr Taylor...?" Jerome collapsed in the first seat he saw... "Yes..." he admitted, wondering what kind of trouble was he in? The suits exchanged looks before closing up the laptop and pulling out a file folder from one of their briefcases... "We don't have to tell you what kind of charges you could be facing for having sexual relations with a 17 year old adolescent in one of our establishments, do we...?" asked the lead man. Jerome shook his head, knowing he could be looking at serious jail time. The man pulled a piece of paper from the top file, then gently placed it and a pen in front of Jerome... "We're willing to look the other way and make proper settlement with Paley's family for this..., incident..." said the man, standing over Jerome like a judge. "...IF you sign this document releasing KFC as a participate in this illegal matter, and resign from working in any of our branches as of this minute...! Otherwise..., we may be forced to investigate this matter further..., and we don't want that to happen, now DO we mr Taylor?" Jerome held back a tear as he reached for the pen, then signed the release form, as well as another form resigning from KFC management... Pt-4 ROSWELL HEIGHTS 12:25pm 20 year old MarliQ Johnson (6'0", 230 lbs, lite brown, heavyset build) always responded quickly to his boss's texts. Kane's texts often meant money was involved, but lately, Kane's texts had been getting MarliQ hard. He pushed the teenage girl off (who had been sucking his dick in the comforts of his own bedroom), then got up and started to slip on his pants and boxers. "Where YOU goin...?" asked the girl (believing herself MarliQ's girlfriend), angry that she didn't get the nut after 30 minutes of sucking. "I got business to take care of..." said MarliQ, pulling his pants up over his fat round ass. "...get dressed...!" "This's bullshit!" said the girl, getting off the bed. "I thought we were gonna fuck...?" "Get yur shit on..., I got stuff to do...! YOU saw the text...!" argued MarliQ. "So you get one text and you go runnin...? WHO is this bitch?! I'm gonna fuck er us if I catch er..!!" yelled the girl, jealously. "WHAT...?? Bitch shut the fuck up an' get yur shit and get out! I ain't got time for this!" screamed MarliQ, bum rushing his girl to the front door. MarliQ's little brothers laughed as he dragged the girl out into the living room (her tits bouncing as she hadn't had time to throw on her bra and blouse). She struggled to break free, hoping on one foot while trying to slip on her shoes. "Let go of me, dammit...!" she yelled, getting kicked out into the hallway. "How you just gonna throw me out in the hall...?! Can't I get my shirt on first...??!" "You should'a did that shit when ya had the chance!" said MarliQ angrily, leaving her where she stood. "Fuck you, Leek! You ain't gettin' none of this pussy again...! You HEAR me...??! I'll give it to Leem before I fuck YOU again...!" yelled the girl as he walked away. MarliQ ran down the steps of B-Building in the Roswell Heights Housing Development Complex, and up the street to A-Building where his boss Kane lived. Unsure what Kane requested his presence for, he was hoping it might involve getting some more of the boss man's good ass (Kane bottomed for two of his boiz [MarliQ & Jahleem] in chap-17). MarliQ and Jahleem never discussions the incident involving Kane, choosing to forget that the sex crazed drug dealer made them snowball (kiss) with Kane's cum still in Jahleem's mouth. It was the most disgusting thing the two young men had ever done, but butt fucking Kane's tight straight ass had been one of the highlights of their sexual experiences thus far. Just knowing they were among a select few (very few) who had ever fucked the straight man's ass, was enough to make MarliQ's dick reawaken as he walked. The only real downside was that they dared NOT share this information with anyone, or else Kane might seek retribution. Pressing the elevator button to the 10th floor, he got off and eagerly walked down to Kane's apartment... 34 year old Winston (Kane) Sinclair was entertaining in his 10th floor apartment (which he once shared with his long term girlfriend and their two children), with members of the Italian Mob (58 y/o Paul Vincelli and his bodyguard/henchman Paul Castlell). Having just worked out a `business venture' (importing a new drug in from the Washington DC area called Croc, which in itself was a powerful narcotic, but mixed with the Philly drug Sextasy it's becomes an extremely provocative mixture called FUC)***. MarliQ knocked on the door, less than 10 minutes after receiving Kane's message. "Sup nigga...?" greeted Kane at the door, giving the usual hood-style handshake before inviting his newest guest in... MarliQ was sort of surprised (and put off) when he saw Kane had guests. "Yo..." said Kane, after closing and locking the door to prevent MarliQ's escape. "...this's Paul Vincelli, the mobster..., and his boi Frank...!" introduced Kane, the word `mobster' sending chills up MarliQ's spine as he stared at the two Italian men like a deer in headlights. "We just came up with a new business op that's gonna make us all a shitload of money...!" informed Kane, bringing a half what nervous smile to MarliQ's face. Kane never included them in the birthing of ANY of his plans before..., why start now? –wondered MarliQ. Kane walked MarliQ over to the coffee table, where there was an assortment of drugs and pipes to smoke with. Kane reached down and picked up a lit pipe... "This rite here's the shyt's that gonna make Sextasy look like children's cold medicine...!" said the drug dealer, handing the pipe off to MarliQ, who only stared down at it as if it were a live grenade. "Smoke it!" ordered Kane. "Hell no...!" responded MarliQ, handing the pipe back. Kane pulled his gun from behind his back, then aimed it directly up to MarliQ's forehead... "You KNOW I won't hesitate to shoot yur fool head clean off...!" threatened the older black man, causing MarliQ's eyes to cross as he stared down the barrel of the gun he had seen many times before. "Now SMOKE IT!" MarliQ took the pipe back... "But..., I ain't no druggie...!" he said with water in his eyes. "THAT'S why I picked YOU..." informed Kane. "...we need to test this shyt on sumbody that ain't already hooked on this shyt...! To see just HOW fast it works...!" "What's it gonna do to me...?" asked MarliQ curiously, easing the pipe up to his trembling lips, knowing he'd catch a bullet in the back of the head before he reached the door... "It's gonna make you feel REAL GOOD..., like Halle Barry in Monster's Ball...!" laughed Kane. "Did you see that movie...?" he asked the mobsters. "Like a bitch THAT fine would hookup with an ugly hick like Billy-Bob Thornton...!" MarliQ stuck the pipe between his lips, then took a deep breath before inhaling. "Again!" ordered Kane, making the 20 year old inhale some more. "Again!" MarliQ looked around at the men nervously as he inhaled a third time. "Again!" ordered Kane, finally putting his gun away, satisfied that his worker-bee had the narcotics in his lungs. MarliQ started coughing profusely as the smoke filled his lungs, then started to burn through him as a hush suddenly went straight to his brain. "Looks like it's already startin' to take affect..." said Kane, as MarliQ took a seat on the sofa. "...he'll be horny as a mofo in no time..., lookin' to get his shyt off in the worse way REAL soon...!" "And WHY couldn't we experiment this product on a female...?" asked Frank Castell, wishing they had pussy to fuck instead of a man's ass. "Cuz GIRLZ'r alwayz lookin' to spread their legs for niggas for one reason or another..." explained Kane. "...if this drug really works like we hear it do..., we wanna see if sumbody who would'n normally wanna get fucked is willin'..., --BEGGIN' for it when they normally would'n be caught dead with a dick in em...! For that..., we need a straight bul...!" "Makes sense to me..." said Paul Vincelli, waiting patiently for the results. "Smoke summo...!" insisted Kane. MarliQ (already starting to feel lightheaded) lifted the pipe to his lips without hesitation, then took a deeper drag, filling his lungs voluntarily. Soon he was lying back on the couch, rubbing his crotch and squirming about as if he had ants in his pants. To test his theory, Kane pulled out his dick... "Hey..., suck this nigga...!" he ordered, seeing if the subject responded. MarliQ looked over at the long dark meat hanging from Kane's fly, then climbed down on his knees in front of him. Kane watched from standing position as MarliQ lifted his soft pud and aimed it to towards his mouth, taking it in without having to be told twice. "I think we have our drug...!" smiled Kane, giving the thumbs up to the mobster. MarliQ was still sucking his dick as Kane shook hands with the two Italians, sealing their business venture. Kane was now officially a drug lord, not just some mere dealer who did what he was told. He shoved MarliQ off his dick, then walked his guests to the door. "I see this as being a very BIG business venture for the two of us, Kane..." said Vincelli, as he and his bodyguard walked towards the elevators. "...if you do this correctly..., you'll be a very rich man in a very short amount of time...! Can I count on you to make sure this new drug is spread about properly...? Or will I have to find someone else to be my fron tman...? Maybe uh..., DMoney...?" "No sir..." said Kane, cringing at the idea of Money moving in on his deal. "...I got'chu..., don't worry...!" "I never worry, son!" informed Vincelli, stepping onto the elevator. Frank eyeballed Kane expressionless as he pushed the lobby button. After seeing his guests off, Kane returned to his apartment to find MarliQ stripped completely naked, his fat hairy ass hiked high in the air invitingly as he reached behind and pulled his plump ass cheeks apart to reveal the never before touched hole. Kane smiled as he knew he had a money maker in his hands. Texting several more of his underlings, he unzipped his pants and walked up behind MarliQ (who had his face buried down in the carpet). "THIS what you want up yur ass...?" asked Kane, rubbing his big thick 9.5" dick along the deep hairy crevice of MarliQ's virgin ass crack. MarliQ groaned aloud when he felt the fat long fleshy steel bar slide between his cheeks. "Yeah..." he moaned, out of his mind with lust. "...yeah man..., fuck me!" he begged. "You got it, bitch...!" said Kane, spitting down on MarliQ's hole before ramming his dick up his tight gripping chute... Pt-5 OUTSIDE 1:10pm Tyrone Rollins was driven up to A-Building by his older brother Marvin, who was now tired of working like a slave for minimum wage at his job as dish washer for a popular restaurant downtown known as Delgados'. "Yo man..., you SURE you wanna do this...?" asked Tyrone, unsure his brother knew what he was getting himself into again. "If Malik finds out you're dealing again...!" "He won't..." insisted Marvin, housing a plan. "...I'm not quittin' my job at the restaurant..." he informed. "...I'm only lookin' to sell some shit to a few customers and employees I already kno is down with it...! I ain't riskin' my relationship with Malik...!" "Alright..." said Tyrone, feeling better about his brother's decision. "...so long as you thought it through..., I'll introduce you to Kane...! I'm SURE he wouldn't mind puttin' somebody like YOU on his payroll...!" Just as Tyrone and Marvin were getting out of the car, Jahleem (another dealer) was walking up the sidewalk... "Ty...! Sup man...? Kane call you in too...?" asked the 21 year old. "Yeah..." answered Tyrone. "...I wanted to introduce my older brother to Kane also..., he's lookin' to work for him...!" "Thas' wussup!" said Jahleem, shaking Marvin's huge hand. "Well let's go in..., you know Kane gets crazy when he has to wait too long for us to show up...!" UPSTAIRS... Jahleem knocked on Kane's door, but when he didn't get an answer, he tested the doorknob (which was open) and walked in. "Yur boss always leave his front door unlocked..." asked Marvin, following his brother and Jahleem inside. "...with thousands of dollars worth of assorted drugs on the table...?" Jahleem and Tyrone looked at the display on the table, then noticed the shedding of clothes on the floor... "He MUST be in the bedroom...!" said Jahleem. "You think we should wait HERE for him...?" asked Tyrone, not wanting to disturb him if he was getting busy. "Trust me..., it's probably WHY we were called in-in the first place...!" said Jahleem, grabbing his crotch as he ventured towards Kane's back bedroom. "Looks like I came at just the RIGHT time...!" smiled Marvin, following his brother towards the back. Once in the master bedroom, Jahleem and Tyrone stood in shock as Kane squatted atop MarliQ spread ass in doggy position, perched atop his king sized bed, ramming his long hard dark dick in and out of the big boy's fat round hairy ass. MarliQ was groaning and grunting out loud, each inward stab like a painful sword to the gut. But that didn't stop him from begging Kane to fuck him harder. Kane looked back over his shoulder at the cavalry... "Get naked niggas..., we got sum serius fuckin' to do...!" he ordered. "ALIGHT...!" shouted Marvin, the first to start stripping... Continued... ***(THANKS TO MY BOI FREAKYDREAD FOR LETTING ME BORROW IS IDEA OF MIXING THE DRUGS SEXT' & CROC TO FORM FUC). ______________________________ Written by: Eugene Marvin [aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com Hit me up at the address above with questions, comments, and suggestions. Or join me on Facebook.com for quicker updates on what I may be working on next.