Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2010 16:53:38 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: ROSWELL HEIGHTS-29 [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-29 A Deal Among Friends Pt-1 Money grabbed Divine by her arm as he forcibly pulled her from Dedra's bedroom, down the steps and out the front door for privacy. "What the hell'r you doin here...??" he asked once he got her outside. "Did'n I tell you I wanted to spend the nite with my family...? I can't believe you came all the way down here just to get me back in yur bed...!" "As much as I like sleeping with you, D-Money..., I'm not here to bring you back to my bed...!" defended Divine. "We have a REAL situation here...!" "Then what is it...?" asked Money, skeptically. "I got word that your family may be marked for execution...!" said Divine, causing Money's face to twist in confusion... "What...??" he asked, unable to swallow Divine's threat. "Why would anybody want to put a hit on Dedra...?" "I don't know..." said Divine, "...to get back at US maybe...? To hit us where we live...? Killing Dedra could definitely be a big blow to the two of us! Maybe it's a warning from someone in the Syndicate for us to `back off!'?" Money wasn't buying it... "WHO told you this...? Where'd you hear this from...?!" he asked, wanting verification. Just then a black van (similar to the one that one that fired shots at them on 52nd street [The Precinct chap-38, pt-2]) was heard screeching around the corner down the block. Money and Divine heard the tires and looked up in that direction, just as the van (with its headlights cut off) came barreling down the street at top speed like a bat out of hell. The driver's side window came down as a black semi-automatic came out and started shooting. Sparks of light from rapid gunfire could easily be seen through the dark as Money grabbed Divine, then physically threw her back into the house through the open front door, before diving in behind her. The gunmen shot up the front of the Smith family home, shooting out windows and leaving bullet holes embedded in the front. David Smith and his son Kevin came running down the stairs, finding Money and Divine lying on the floor as the black van sped away... "MONEY...! MONEY..., WHAT HAPPENED...??!" yelled David, rushing to his friend's side. They helped the two victims up from the floor, checking to see if either of them had been shot or hurt, fortunately both were unharmed, although thoroughly shaken. "You okay...?" asked David, checking to make sure there were no bullet wounds... "I'm FINE..." said Money, gathering his wits. "...where's Dedra...?!" he asked, thinking of his wife first as he climbed to his feet. Dedra was upstairs yelled down, asking what that noise was? Money broke away from David and ran upstairs, while Kevin attended to Divine. "What happened...??!" asked Kevin, looking at the shattered front windows and holes in the living room walls and sofa. It was just sheer luck he was no longer sitting downstairs, or HE might have gotten shot in the gunfire. "A van..." gasped Divine, clutching onto Kevin like a life preserve. "...shot at us...!" "WHO shot at you...?" asked Kevin, looking towards the street as neighbors began coming out of their homes to see what happened? "I...I don't know..." said Divine, "...it was so dark...!" Just then Money came down the stairs, carrying his pregnant wife in his arms... "I gettin' Dedra outta here...!" he said, carrying her out to his SUV. Everyone ran out after them. Kevin opened Money's passenger's side door upon request as Money strapped his wife into the backseat for safety. "Where're you going...?!" asked Divine, running after him. "I'm taking Dedra to a hotel...!" he said, rushing around to the driver's side before the van could return for round two. "Which hotel...?" asked Divine. "I'll meet you there...!" "NO!" yelled Money. "I'm NOT tellin anybody where we're goin this time!" he said, getting into the truck. "NOT until we find out WHO this asshole is who's tryin to kill us!" Before Divine could counter, Money started his engine and took off down the street, leaving everyone behind. David was looking at the damage done to his house, as police sirens were heard in the background. Divine got into her car and took off also, knowing she needed the cops in her life like she needed a hole in the head. David looked at the neighbors as they muttered about to themselves, having experienced problems on the block before with David's houseguests in the past... "We're going to have to MOVE..." said David to his son, half joking half serious... Pt-2 ROSWELL HEIGHTS Life in the Taylor household has always been one of faith, love, and rules. Jerome and Roseland Taylor had always raised their children with a strong church background. Up until now things had always been good. The kids listened to their parents, stayed out of trouble, got good grades, and appeared in more church and school functions than nearly any other children in the congregation. Today however, things have started to change. Jerome had recently lost his long term job as a fast food manager, but still hadn't informed his family. A confrontation with the neighborhood drug dealer some months ago, set up a series of incidents which made Jerome cheat on his devoted wife with other men. Jerome had long since felt as if his life were barreling out of control. He and his wife sat at the dinner table, waiting for their children to come home for dinner. The kids were normally never late, prompting their mother to question their whereabouts? "This is very unlike them..." he said, having prepared a full dinner (as any good stay at home mom should). "...Rose should have been back from church a 1/2 hour ago..., and Junior..., where on Earth could that boy be...?" "I'm sure he's nearby..." reasoned Jerome, looking at the clock on the wall. "...he's probably up at Todd's, playing video games and losing all track of time...!" "That boy and those video games..." sighed Roseland. "...if Todd spent half as much time studying as he does enticing our son to play those GAMES..., he'd have better grades in school! His poor mother has to work TWO full time jobs just to make ends meat...! That BOY is practically raising himself...! Lord knows what kind of trouble he's probably up there getting Junior into!" Jerome wanted to defend Todd, but knew Todd was having sex with his daughter (Rose). The thought of Todd taking his daughter's innocence made him angry inside. Wasn't fucking his ass enough...? Just then the front door opened and in walked Jerome junior, having spent time away from home purposely in hopes that the drugs he smoked earlier would wear out of his system. "Well it's about time!" said Roseland, "Where's Rose...? Have you seen your sister...?" she asked. "No..." answered Junior. "...she's not here...?" "No..." answered Roseland. "...she went down to the church to help with the holiday food drive..., but she should have been back by now...!" "I haven't seen her!" said Junior, sitting at the table. "And just WHERE have YOU been all this time...?" asked Roseland, focusing on one child at a time. "Did you wash your hands...?" "No ma'am..." pouted Junior, getting up to go into the bathroom to wash his hands and face, hoping his parents didn't look too deeply into his eye... "Roseland..., we have to talk about something..." said Jerome, solemnly. "Now...?" asked Roseland, not knowing if it was serious or not? "Well..., it's rather important..." said Jerome, knowing he needed to come clean about work. "Well, WHAT is it...?" asked Roseland, curious. Junior came back in from the bathroom and sat down at the table... "When are we gonna eat...?" he asked. "GOING to eat...!" corrected Roseland. "And as soon as your sister gets home!" she answered. "When's that...? I'm starving!" said Junior, abnormally hungry from the drugs. "Let me call the church and see if Rose left yet...!" said Roseland, getting up to use the house phone. Jerome leaned in towards Junior... "Are you aware IF Todd is seeing Rose...?" he whispered... "Seeing Rose...?" questioned Junior, unable to focus on much else besides food. "Yeah..." said Jerome. "...has he told you he's been having sex with a girl...?" "Yeah, he told me this morning in school...!" said Junior. "Did he mention if that girl was Rose...?" asked Jerome, bringing a distasteful, doubtful frown to Junior's face... "ROSE...?" thought Junior, unable to see his sister sexually. "I doubt it!" "Did he tell you who this mysterious girl was...?" asked Jerome, half jealous. "No..., he just said she really wanted it bad..., like she'd been liking him for a long time and was willing to do almost anything to be his girlfriend...!" answered Junior, having a revelation. "Do you think THAT'S where Rose is now...?" Before Jerome could answer, Roseland hung up the phone and walked silently back to the table... "That was the reverend's secretary..." she said, bringing a cold chill to Jerome. "...SHE said they haven't started the holiday food drive yet...! That that's still a week away!" "Have they seen Rose...?" asked Jerome, concerned. "No..., they haven't seen her since Sunday services!" answered Roseland, clutching her throat. "Where the HELL is my baby...?!" she began to panic. "Don't worry..., she'll show up...!" said Jerome, trying to comfort his wife. "YOU stay here in case she calls, while Junior and I check outside...!" Roseland began making other phone calls to friends of Rose's to see if any of them had seen her while Jerome and Junior went out into the hall... "You check downstairs and see if she's anywhere outside...!" instructed Jerome, tapping the up/down elevator buttons. "Where YOU going...?" asked Junior, curiously. "I'm going to check on a hunch I have..." informed the father. "You think Rose's with Todd...?" he asked, somewhat troubled by the idea. "I don't know...!" said Jerome, getting on the elevator first. "Just go downstairs and check..., we'll meet back at the apartment in 5 minutes!" he added before the doors shut. Pressing the button for the 10th floor, Jerome hoped with all his heart and soul that his daughter wasn't in Todd's apartment. Jerome liked to think his daughter innocent and pure, he couldn't imagine her giving up her 14 year old vagina to anyone, let alone the boy he had been training how to sexually satisfy women. If Todd were in there defiling his daughter, he had no idea what he would do to him... The elevator doors stopped and opened on the 10th floor, causing Jerome's heart to pump faster. His feet were like led as he slowly walked down the hall towards Todd's apartment. Placing his ear up to the door, he listened first before knocking, checking to see if he heard anything inside? After knocking, he waited for what seemed like an eternity before Todd finally opened the door... "Mr Jerome...!" he said, sounding startled. "What can I do for you...?" he asked. "Hi Todd..." said Jerome, noting the boy hadn't immediately invited him into the apartment for a fuck. "...is your mother home...?" "My MOM...?" questioned Todd curiously, standing in the doorway with his arms folded. "Why do you want to see my mom...?" he asked. "Are you here alone...?" asked Jerome, trying to peer in behind the half closed door. "uh..." started Todd, looking even more nervous. Jerome leaned in and whispered... "I have a few minutes to kill while Roseland's out looking for Rose down at the church..., would you like me to come in for awhile...? Maybe I could give you another lesson...?" "um...no..., I'm good on lessons for now..." said Todd, declining. Now Jerome KNEW something was odd... "Are you alone...?" he asked again, realizing the boy never answered him before. "uh..., no." answered Todd. "Who's in there with you...?" asked Jerome, "Your NEW girlfriend...?" "New girlfriend...?" questioned Todd. "You know..., the one you told me you'd been practicing on..." reminded Jerome. "...the one lying to her parents that she's down at the church for the holiday drive...!" said Jerome, pushing his way into Todd's apartment. "HEY..." yelled Todd, angrily. "...you can't come in here like that...!" "Fuck that..." cursed Jerome, looking around the apartment as he made his way straight for Todd's bedroom. "...if I find Rose here, you're both going to wish you were dea..." Jerome's sentence died in his throat as he started into the eyes of the half naked girl in Todd's bed, the covers pulled up over her bare breasts as she peeked up at him from beneath the sheets. "OH..., I'm uh..., I'm SORRY...!" he said, backing out of the room. "Rose ain't here!" snapped Todd, angrily. "So I see..." said Jerome, visibly upset as he took off his glasses and rubbed his nose in painful thought. "I'm sorry, Todd..., I just thought..." "Me and ROSE...??" asked Todd, sounding almost insulted. "She's like my lil' sister to me...!" "You wouldn't happen to know WHERE she is, would you...?" asked Jerome, having no idea where his little girl was. "I'd check with Cole Richman, if I were you...!" answered Todd. "The two of them's been hanging together a lot lately..." he added. "Cole...?" asked Jerome, vaguely familiar with the name. DOWNSTAIRS... Jerome junior was standing outside the building's entrance when he saw his little sister coming down the street. "Where the hell've you been...?!" he asked as she walked up. "Mom and dad are looking all over for you! Mom KNOWS you ain't been down at the church..., she called the reverend...!" "Oh no..." said Rose, suddenly afraid. "WHERE were you...?!" asked Junior, wanting to know the truth. "You can't tell mom...!" said Rose, making Junior promise. "Okay...!" he said, unable to imagine his sister doing anything that would get her in trouble. Rose looked down at the ground in shame... "I was with..., --Cole!" she said, the name sending daggers through Junior's chest. "COLE!?" yelled the brother, causing Rose to jump with fright. "What were you doing with him that you couldn't get home in time...?!" Rose looked on the verge of tears. Junior sighed when he realized what the two must have been up to... "I TOLD him I had to leave, but he kept telling me `just one more time'..., he wouldn't let me get up until he finished!" said Rose, wiping her eyes. "Did yall at LEAST use protection...?" asked Junior, knowing Rose was smart enough to know she should. But his heart sank when Rose's only response was to look back down at the ground. "Aww Rose..." said Junior. "...how many times have you heard about strapping it up before having sex...??" "I know!" said Rose, feeling bad enough. Junior took his sister under one arm as he searched his pocket for his cell phone. "You'd better call one of your friends and set up an alibi..." he advised, walking her back into the building to face the music. "...and you'd better do it quick, before mom calls ALL your friends and find out you weren't with ANY of them!" "Okay..." said Rose, dialing one of her school friends... Pt-3 Kane was sitting in his apartment, having a meeting with several of his most loyal, most trusted underlings (Jahleem Reid, Tyrone Rollins, & 18 year olds Kevon and Masson Scott* [*last seen in chap-5]), when he got an unexpected knock at the front door. Signaling one of his boys to get it, he sat back and waited... Masson Scott crossed the floor to the door and opened it, only to find a well dressed man with a briefcase standing in the hall. "Yeah...?" asked Masson, wondering if he had the wrong apartment? "May I speak with mr Sinclair, please...?" asked the man, politely. "Who...?" asked the teenager. "You must have the wrong address!" he concluded, swinging the door closed. However, the man stopped the door from shutting by putting his foot in the door... The teenager pulled the door back open, this time looking more annoyed than before... "I believe you may know him as KANE...!" corrected the man. "Then why ain't you say so in the first place...?" asked the boy, letting the man in. Everyone's eyes shot up to the new arrival, as Kane jumped to his feet... "WHO THE FUCK IS THAT...??!" he asked angrily, as they had various samples of drug paraphernalia lying out on the table... "With ALL THIS SHIT lyin' here..., you invite somebody in without so much as knowin' WHO it is...??!" "Hello..., I'm Brian Dunn..." said the 31 year old political aid, holding out his hand to shake as he quickly walked across the room. Tyrone, Jahleem, and Kevon stood up, blocking Dunn's run to Kane. Dunn stopped in his tracks when the men blocked his route. "..uh..., we may have met through Tempest Williams..." he continued, as the men all looked at him with angry skepticism. "...I used to work for him as his assistant!" "Whut da fuk you want wit Kane...?" asked Jahleem, looking Dunn up and down. "I uh..." started Dunn, trying to get eye contact with Kane in the background. "...I have a business proposition I believe may be beneficial to all of us!" he answered. "What kinda proposition...?" asked Kane, pushing his men aside. "Is THIS a good place to talk...?" asked Dunn, unsure if Kane wanted his henchmen in on the deal. "Pat em down!" ordered Kane. Jahleem snatched away Dunn's briefcase to search as Tyrone began patting him down for wires or weapons. Dunn simply raised his hands, already knowing the drill. When Tyrone was finished his search, Jahleem handed him back his case. "Yall go stand outside or something..." ordered Kane, "...I'll call yall if I need you!" Dunn waited as Kane's men all filed out the front door in single file. Kane offered him a seat on the sofa, taking his own seat at the far end... "I have a proposition for you, mister Kane..., that I think you would feel hard pressed to pass up!" informed Dunn, catching Kane's undivided attention. "First of all, as Tempest Williams' former assistant, I would like to offer you ANY assistance you feel you may need...!" "awe..., that's mighty WHITE of you, hommie!" said Kane sarcastically, unsure he needed Dunn's assistance with anything. "I also wanted to let you know that the reverend Malcolm H. Holmes will be soon announcing plans to run for mayor of Philadelphia in the upcoming elections..." "THAT fat bastard...!" responded Kane, no real fan of reverend Holmes'. "Him and his church members have been bad mouthin me for the past few years..., claimin I'm ruinin the neighborhood and the minds of our youths by sellin drugs in the apartment complexes...!" he stated, "But I don't give a fuck what some old ass reverend and his horde of lost souls think of me and my operation...!" "Of course not!" agreed Dunn. "Well mister Kane..., what if I told you we had an opportunity here for you to never hear another bad word spoken by the reverend and his congregation members in regards to YOU and your..., business here...?" "I'd say..., you were about to save that fat old bastard a world of hurt...!" said Kane. Dunn opened his briefcase... "As you know I've worked extensively with mayor Anthony Edwards while HE was in office..." reminded Dunn. "...Edwards had a lucrative secret deal with Tempest Williams to leave certain areas of north Philly alone for Tempest to run as he saw fit, with limited to NO police interference whatsoever..." "SWEET!" said Kane, liking that kind of deal. "...and all went well for years, until Tempest and a small group of outlaw officers went to war over some under the table business deals mayor Edwards had absolutely nothing to do with!" added Dunn (regarding events which took place between Tempest and the officers of Precinct-23 [Gardner, Withmen, Cooper, Blake & Justine] from the first original series). "Anyway..., I'm coming to you now to offer you the same deal Tempest Williams once held with mayor Edwards..., guaranteeing you areas IN and around the Roswell Heights area that will be police free...! Areas where YOU would be allowed to sell your drugs and run your operations without interference..., in exchange for a large charitable contribution to the mayor's campaign...!" "Wait a minute..." said Kane, believing he might be hearing things. "...you want me to donate MONEY to the reverend's race for mayor...??" he asked, amused. "In exchange for a nice chunk of real-estate!" reminded Dunn. "Believe me..., this same offer could be extended to the Italians, or to Divine Graham and the Underground Syndicate..., and THEY would all jump at the chance to have a piece of untouched prime real-estate in the heart of the city to do with as they pleased!" "Then why ain't you offerin this amazin' deal to the mob or the Widow...?" asked Kane, suspiciously. "Because the mob already have enough politicians in their pockets..." explained Dunn. "...and as far as The Widow goes..." he added, thoughtfully. "...let's just say I would love nothing more than to see her buried 6 feet under with her huband!" (after what she did to Tempest in the last chapter of The Precinct). "So..., do we have a deal...?" asked Dunn. "What guarantee do I have that Holmes'll keep up his end of the bargain after he gets elected...?" asked Kane. "HOW do we even know he'll be elected...?!" he added as an afterthought. "Because I will be his assistant, as well as yours..., to insure you get what's coming to you...!" assured Dunn. "And the only notable opponent running against Holmes is the former police captain David McConnell..., and I can assure you..., he will NOT win the election!" "How I know all this shit onna up & up...?" asked Kane. "I'd need some REAL assurance that we were business partners besides just yur say-so!" "What do you need as proof...?" asked Dunn. Kane thought for a second, his eyes scanning the table of drug paraphernalia. Dunn watched as Kane reached down and picked up a pipe... "Smoke THIS!" he said. "That would prove to me that you ain't sittin here bullshittin me!" Dunn looked down at the pipe... "What IS it...?" he asked, taking it in his hand. "Don't matter what it is..., --SMOKE IT!" ordered the drug dealer. Dunn sat his briefcase on the floor as he lifted the pipe to his lips. Kane grabbed a lighter and lit it, watching as Dunn inhaled... OUTSIDE... "So why you think MarliQ ain't show up tonite...?" asked Tyrone, standing with Jahleem in the fire escape, sharing a cigarette. "Cuz he still fuk'd up dat we fuk'd em...!" said Jahleem, taking a deep drag before handing it off to Tyrone. "I think so too..." agreed Ty, flicking the ashes onto the floor. "...I ain't even SEEN him since that day...! YOU?" "Nope..." answered Jahleem. "...nicca's been hidin' in like a hermit or sumpthin...!" "You think we should go pass his crib...?" asked Tyrone, showing concern. "Fo whut...?" asked Jah, "You want sum mo ov dat azz...?" Tyrone laughed... "Naw man..., he supposed to be ONE of us..." said the twenty-something. "...we already lost Kaleb to that F.A.D group..." "Ya mean F.A.G..." joked Jahleem. "...'FREAKY ASS GAYS'!" Tyrone laughed... "Whatever nigga...! We STILL lost one hommie already...! We should stop by Leek's and see how he's doin'...! He could probably use a friend after Kane MADE him smoke that FUC, n'shyt!" "Ya ask me, he LIKED it...!" said Jahleem. "Da way he was backin' dat azz up & beggin for muh dik n'shyt..., ain't no way dat waz juss da drug talkin...!" "I don't know..." said Tyrone, doubtfully. "...I'm just glad Kane ain't make ME smoke that shit...!" he stated, gratefully. "I'd probably be locked away in my room too..., knowin you nigga's out here sayin some shit like that!" Just then Tyrone's cell phone rang, he knew instantly from the ring tone that it was Kane... "Yo, come back to the crib!" ordered the dealer, prompting Tyrone to toss the cigarette... Back at Kane's apartment..., Tyrone and Jahleem was surprised to walk in and find the (once) well dressed Brian Dunn on his hands and knees naked between Kane's spread legs, willingly sucking the South Philly drug king's 9.5" dick with his talented mouth and throat. The two men stood in the doorway for all of 2 seconds before Kane motioned for them to `strip and join in!' Wasting no time, both men closed the door and stripped, their rising manhoods already ready for whatever Kane had in mind... Dunn was still deep throating when they walked up behind him, staring down at his parted cheeks... "GO for it!" insisted Kane, leaning back against the arm of the sofa as Dunn knelt on one knee while the other rested up on the sofa like a dog ready to pee. "This asshole's got to prove to me that he ain't no police PLAN, by smokin' some FUC and then gettin' fucked! So stick yur dicks whereva you think he might be hidin' a recorder or a microphone...!" joked the dealer. "I think he hidin' sumpthin up his azz!" said Jahleem, dropping down behind Dunn. Grabbing two hefty handfuls of the biracial Dunn's light brown butt cheeks, he pulled them forcibly apart until he revealed the well used anal ring. "Dayum..." he said aloud. "...this hole's seen sum wars!" "He worked for Tempest..." explained Kane. "...he was probably gettin' that ass gang banged by Tempest's tranny hoes night and day!" laughed Kane. "Show em what you got Jah'...!" encouraged Kane. Jahleem looked for some lotion or lube, but didn't see any available as he spit into his hand and smeared it across Dunn's asshole and jammed his middle finger inside. Dunn opened easily, his well trained hole already relaxed and ready. Jahleem wet his dick with spit, then presented it up against Dunn's backdoor and pushed in. His dick slid in easily, sliding in all the way up to his knotty pubic bush. Dunn felt the dick filling him, slipping into his rectum and well into his colon before coming to rest in his intestines. Jahleem liked the way Dunn's hole wrapped around and sucked his dick as it lay inside him. Jahleem started to slowly pull and push in and out, fucking the asshole in front of him as Kane enjoyed the head job. Jahleem liked this lifestyle. Only in the drug world could he walk in to find a well dressed business man on his hands and knees ready to be fucked after smoking some readymade dope. Jahleem didn't even remember his name, and here he was giving his hole up bareback. Jahleem grabbed Dunn by the waist, then started thrusting carelessly into him. It had been some time since Brian Dunn felt the thrill of two dicks inside him. His body automatically went into action as the two men moved through him, both going their own pace as one slipped easily in and out of his throat while the other ventured up in his dark side. Tyrone Rollins was the unlucky one who had to sit on the sidelines watching, slowly stroking his 8.5" erection as he anticipated his turn in one of Dunn's holes. He watched as Kane lay comfortably against the sofa, his back cater-corner against the back and arm rest, with his legs spread while Dunn bobbed his head in his lap. Tyrone could see Kane's dark skin dick going in and out of Dunn's mouth, sliding into his throat. He watched as Dunn pressed his nose down in Kane's pubes, his throat housing the length of the new drug king's thick 9.5 inches, caressing it lovingly with his throat muscles while Jahleem hacked away in his ass. "How's that pussy feel...?" asked Kane, watching Jahleem's face expressions while he fucked. "Sweet man..." said Jahleem. "...not as tite as MarliQ's or Kaleb's..., but dude definitely kno how to use his ass!" informed the 21 year old. "Let ME get a taste of that ass...!" insisted Kane, pulling Dunn's head up from his groin and un-planting his dick from his throat. Dunn looked sorely insulted that the dick left his mouth without giving him the load his stomach craved. He was doubly pissed when the dick in his ass suddenly (albeit reluctantly) withdrew, leaving him feeling empty inside. But before he could bitch and protest, Kane pulled him up off the floor and positioned his ass up over his dick. Dunn got the message as he quickly aligned his hole up with Kane's 9.5" dick, then sat down on it. In one fast swoop Dunn's ass swallowed Kane's proud prime meat, taking it deep within his bowels. Kane relaxed lower in the sofa as Dunn started lifting and lowering his ass on his dick, effectively fucking himself. Jahleem felt left out as he continued to kneel on the floor stroking, watching Kane's black dick separate Dunn's light brown ass cheeks. Dunn slid his ass up and down Kane's deep dark skin dick, happily impaling himself over and over as the long hard dick penetrated him deeply. Giddy with FUC cruising through his veins, Dunn fucked himself into a frenzy, losing fact that there were two other dicks in his presence that also needed his attention. Kane reached down and grabbed two hefty handfuls of Dunn's ass cheeks, helping to lift and lower him on his dick. Jahleem watched as the cheeks spread, stretching the hole even wider. With Kane's permission he got up onto the sofa behind Dunn, then pressed his dick head up along Kane's hard shaft until it met with the stretched ring of Dunn's hole. Dunn was in another world as Jahleem started to push into him, meeting very little resistance from the well fucked spit lubed hole. Jahleem's dick head popped though the ring, joining Kane's shaft which was lodged well up Dunn's hole. Kane could feel Jahleem's dick slipping in beside him, the two shafts rubbing together as they became one gigantic dick stuffed up Dunn's over packed ass. Dunn groaned incoherently as Jahleem pressed all 11 solid inches of his long slim snake inside. Tyrone watched as both men started to fuck. Jahleem (being on top) had the most movement as he started to slide 8 of his 11 inches in and out. Kane could feel the other dick sliding back and forth over his own, the two shafts rubbing together like two wet wrestlers. Kane thrust up into Dunn's stretched hole as well, but it was Jahleem's thrusts that dictated the pace of the fuck as he stroked in and out, sliding in all the way up the balls. Dunn was sandwiched between the two men, his legs straddling Kane's waist as his soft dick and balls lay bunched against Kane's rippled belly. Jahleem leaned in over Dunn's bare back as he fucked, his chest touching (but not pressed) against the middle man's back. All 3 men moaned, groaned, and grunted in unison, all 3 sounding like some hot erotic porno as their bodies slip and slid together. Tyrone found himself wanting to get in on the act when he walked up to Dunn's head and stuck his 8.5" dick in his face. Dunn (whose eyes had been closed during the entire session) allowed his head to be guided down to Tyrone's prick, his mouth automatically forming about the hard shaft as it slid all the way down into his throat. From below Kane could see Ty's dick sliding in and out of Dunn's wet mouth. He couldn't help but get even more aroused watching Tyrone's perfect thigh and beautiful balls working over his face. In a whim he titled his head up and began licking Tyrone's scrotum, lapping at the leathery nutt sac as Dunn fed his mouth upon the hard shaft. "awww man..." moaned Tyrone, loving the two sensations. Jahleem had no idea that Kane was licking Tyrone's nutts, all he could see was Dunn's head bobbing against Ty's pelvis and knew the middle man was sucking dick. Jahleem watched Tyrone's facial expressions as his eyes fluttered shut, a divine expression written across his handsome face. Jahleem fucked faster through Dunn's tightly stretched hole, the anal rim actually choking the two dicks as they fought for the right to live inside the anal track. Jahleem could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax as his dick rubbed rousingly against Kane's. The two sensations proved to be too much for him as he started to pound harder, driving his dick even deeper into the hole. Dunn grunted around Tyrone's dick, feeling Jahleem's dick punching through his colon. With a final plunge Jahleem shoved in and came, moaning above the back of Dunn's head as the cum poured out of his dick in heavy gushes. Kane could feel the thinner dick pulsating against his, the vein along Jahleem's underbelly throbbing wildly as it pumped hot fresh cum directly into Brian Dunn's stuffed bowels. Dunn continued to suck and moan, panting softly about Ty's dick as he bobbed his head freely. Tyrone watched Jahleem cum, listening to his erotic moans of pure pleasure as he painted the visitor's inside creamy white. Once his dick started to deflate, Jahleem pulled out, allowing Dunn's stretched and worn hole to slowly seal itself around Kane's single shaft. Kane resumed thrusting up into Dunn's ass, spearing him on his dick until Tyrone decided to pull out of Dunn's mouth and have at double stuffing him from behind as well. Kane waited as Tyrone walked around behind Dunn (taking Jahleem's place). He pressed his spit wet 8.5" hard dick up against the underbelly of Kane's slick shaft and pushed until he too was stretching Dunn's hole out of shape. Dunn grunted louder as Tyrone's thicker dick stretched his hole further. He threw back his head and wailed as Tyrone slipped in, sliding his shaft up against Kane's. Immediately the heat began to attack his dick as Dunn's anal ring cut into the base of his shaft. It was almost as painful as it was erotic. He could feel Kane's dick pressed tightly against his, becoming Siamese. Jahleem took his seat away from the action as he watched Tyrone grip Dunn's trim waist and begin thrusting. From his seat he had the perfect vision of Tyrone's dick sliding in and out of Dunn's ass, dominating the hole even as Kane continued to thrust up into it. With the added addition of Jahleem's cum acting as more lubricant, Kane could feel Tyrone's dick slipping and sliding in and out even easier than Jahleem's had been. Tyrone's spit and cum slicken shaft slid over Kane's as they fucked, the continued rubbing friction causing Kane's dick to become overheated quickly. Before Tyrone could really get a steady ongoing pace started, he could feel Kane's dick pulsating against his own, and knew instantly that the boss man was filling Dunn's ass with its second helping of thick thug juice. Kane panted and groaned as his dick pumped fresh cum into Dunn's ass. Tyrone was still thrusting back and forth, forcing his softening dick from the well used hole. Dunn lifted his ass upward to give Tyrone a better target to fuck, allowing him to thrust freely into his asshole without restrictions from another dick. Tyrone fucked hard and fast, not like his usual methodical self. Spurred on by lust, he hammered quickly through Dunn's cummed innards, his dick penetrating straight through the soft worn anal ring as it pounded and pummeled the rectum with deep strong thrusts. Cum escaped Dunn's anus under the extreme pressure of the fucking, coating Tyrone's hard shaft as it sped in and out with a mixture of the two loads. The cum matted into Tyrone's pubic hair, making lewd moist sounds through the growing friction building between thrusts. Kane could feel Tyrone's thrusts banging Dunn into him from above, as Dunn collapsed into Kane's arms while his ass was being sp thoroughly pummeled. Kane could look up and see Tyrone, his thrusts slamming both men into each other as Kane imagined what it might feel like to be on the receiving end of Ty's dick. Ty could feel himself starting to reach climax as he gripped Dunn by the shoulders and pounded into his ass. Each thrust perfectly sliced through Dunn's spread cheeks, allowing easy passage into his warm wet depths. Getting pounded by the three studs was an instant throwback to the days of working with Tempest Williams. Dunn never realized just how much missed Tempest until this very moment, getting used by drug dealers was the pinnacle of his sexual existence. No matter where his life took him (fame, fortune, or to the political hills of Washington DC), he would never stop surrendering his ass to drug dealers, loving their raunchy raw attitudes and sexual robust. Tyrone felt over excited thrusting into Dunn's backside, knowing 2 of his homboiz had just dumped into the poindexter's hot ass. Tyrone humped into the soft wet anus before him, building momentum as his lust began to peak. Kane watched Tyrone's face twist into a gorgeous pretzel, just as the cum began to spit from his aching dick, exploding in Dunn's bowels like a bomb. "AARRHHHHH...SHIT!" yelled Ty, coming hard. He ground his matted pelvis into the middle man's ass cheeks, planting his seed well into the flooded rectum. Dunn was vaguely aware that he was being filled for the third time, his mind still racing off the adrenaline the drugs pumped into his system. Tyrone pulled out after several minutes, falling on his ass on the other end of the sofa... "Looks like we have a deal...!" said Kane, agreeing to back the reverend. Dunn would be fucked several more times that night before being sent home to finalized the deal... ______________________________ 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.