Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2011 15:48:21 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: roswell heights-38 [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-38 ALL ROADS CROSS Pt-1 SOUTH PHILLY Roswell Heights 39 year old Roseland Taylor awoke before the rest of her family. Her husband (Jerome) was still asleep on his side of the bed, snoring happily in a peaceful bliss as Roseland got up and donned her bathrobe and slippers. There was no need to wake Jerome, as he no longer had a job at KFC. She wondered how would they make ends meet without his weekly income? However reverend Holmes had promised to help them financially, given all the hours he had planned to have them `work' for him on his campaign to run for mayor. Roseland had mixed emotions about her latest contributions to The Church Of Families Of Christianity. Although she and her husband had not officially talked about and discussed the events which happened to them of lately, she was well aware of what transpired between herself, her husband, the reverend, and his contributors. She had vague but explicit memories of reverend Holmes using her in her own bed, his big thick masculine body on top of her, doing things only a man and his wife should do. She could still feel his heavy body thrusting into her as she lay helpless underneath him (chap-32). She recall resisting in the beginning, telling him `no' as he started to remove her clothes, his strong hands pulling, touching, and caressing her body all over, taking her like a MAN should. He pulled her nakedness into him, smothering her with passionate kisses which only made her melt in his arms. Soon after she was lying in bed, her legs thrust up and open as he lowered his hairy face into her crotch, licking and sucking her to new highs and sensations. Roseland knew what was happening was wrong, but she felt powerless to stop it. The desire to be sexually ravished became almost too intense to bare, as if some unknown FORCE was making her submit. Before she knew it, reverend Holmes was pushing himself into her, stretching her poor vagina wider than her loving husband ever could. She could remember him on top of her, huffing and grunting lewdly in her ear as he pumped his thick black dick through her body without her consent. She knew her husband would be furious if he found out, but she didn't care, she wanted reverend Holmes to break her open, to treat her like a street slut and to dump his manly juices inside her married (but rarely used) pussy. She remember having multiple orgasms before feeling the good reverend cum inside her, impregnating her with his holiness. Then suddenly Jerome was there. She remember hearing the two men argue, but she was in such a heightened state that she barely heard them. Her next recollection came when she felt her husband licking between her legs, lapping up the spermal liquids leaking from her used vagina. Everything after that was a blur, but she definitely remember Jerome and the reverend taking turns inside her, making her cum again, and again. Roseland had no idea what had come over her. She had always been raised to be a respectable woman, sharing her body only with that man she loved and married. A true Christian woman never acted on carnal thoughts. However, she couldn't deny feeling feelings and desires long suppressed when reverend Holmes took her, feeding her desire to be taken by another man (other than her husband). Roseland believed her soul would forever be damned to Hell if she acted like a common whore, yet reverend Holmes told her how much she'd be blessed for giving herself to him and the church, for supporting the greater good and helping him to become the city's next mayor. Deep down Roseland knew it was a crook of shit, but she was finally getting the orgasms she had only read about in woman's magazines. After achieving such spiritual heights of ecstasy, how could she simply go back to boring sex with her husband? How could she give up exquisite bliss for mediocre? Recalling how she and her husband were recently used by the reverend's campaign contributors (last chap), had Roseland becoming moist between the legs. Standing at the sink, she quietly ran her hand down the inside of his bathrobe, lifting her long silk nightgown to reveal her panty line. Rubbing the moist spot between her legs, she stifling a moan and bit her lower lip, imagining the stranger who ate her out on reverend Holmes' desk. She could still feel his tongue licking at her, feasting on her clitoris as if it were gristle. Reaching her hand down into her panties, she could feel how wet she was becoming as her soft public hair became damp with her moistness. Closing her eyes, she felt her curious fingers starting to invaded her womanly space, causing her to shudder as her vagina quivered, self stimulated by her own hand as she slowly dipped her middle finger inside her warm snatch. "oh god..." she groaned, remembering all the dicks sliding through her. She had more men in that one night than she had in her entire adult life. Gripping the edge of the sink with her free hand, she stuffed the other hand further down her panties, reaching her fingers further up inside her. Having never masturbated before, Roseland was unprepared for the tingling happening deep inside her body. She could feel her vagina beginning to lubricate as she moved her fingers in and out. She remembered a giant cucumber sitting in the fridge for Rose's salad, and wondered how that would feel inside her? Yet she didn't want to chance moving from her spot and losing the sensations she was currently feeling. Roseland felt her vagina starting to clamp down about her exploring fingers. Adding a third, she felt her nipples harden as they began rubbing against her gown. Parting her legs a bit, she started fingering herself faster, feeling her hand become wetter with desire. She was in the midst of approaching her first self-induced orgasm, when she suddenly heard a noise from behind... "Mom...?" called her daughter, shocking Roseland back into reality. "ROSE...!" she choked, keeping her back turned as she yanked her hand from her panties as she quickly dunked it into the dishwater and pretended to be washing dishing. "I uh..., I didn't know anyone was up...!" she stumbled, avoiding eye contact. "What would you like for breakfast...? It's the least I could do!" "Mom..." called Rose, unsure she saw what she thinks she saw. "...were you just..., did I just see you..., were you..., rubbing yourself...?" "Rubbing myself...??" questioned Roseland, sounding insulted. "ROSE! I'm a grown woman! A MARRIED Christian Woman at that! What would I look like RUBBING myself...??!" "Like a woman enjoying herself!" responded Rose, taking a seat that the breakfast table. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, mom..., it's the most natural thing in the world to do! Everyone does it!" "Is THAT what they teach you in those Sex-Ed classes...?!" asked Roseland disturbed, spinning around to look directly at her daughter for the first time. "Come OFF IT mom..., this isn't the 90's anymore..., we HAVE the Internet now...! Colored TV! Cell phones!" teased Rose, believing her mother too old fashion. "Besides..., I heard that on Oprah...!" "OPRAH...??" questioned Roseland, believing her children watched too much television. "I don't think I want you watching Oprah anymore...!" "You're joking, right...?" asked Rose. "It's not like I haven't walked home from school and found even more disturbing things than that...!" "What do you mean...?" asked Roseland, afraid (again) to turn around. Rose shook her head in disbelief... "We SAW you, mom..." admitted Rose, causing a cold chill to wash over her mother's body. "...YOU...dad...and pastor Holmes...! We SAW what you were doing...!" "Oh god..." muttered Roseland (mortified), dropping her head in shame at the sink. "I didn't know you children saw that..." "Well..., we DID...!" said Rose, as if. "Welcome to the new millennium, mom...! I always thought the way you and daddy always downplayed sex and sexuality was outdated...! There's nothing wrong with self pleasuring yourself..." "I'm SO embarrassed...!" said Roseland, sitting at the breakfast table and covering her eyes with her hands to shield her face from view. "Don't be embarrassed, mom..." said Rose, reaching across the table to stroke her mother's arm affectionately. "...what you and daddy did with reverend Holmes was courageous! Junior and I didn't think you had it in you to be so open minded and sexually adventurous! What MADE you do it...?" Roseland took a deep breath before removing her hands. Looking down at the breakfast table first, she slowly inched her eyes upward... "I...don't know WHAT made me do it, Rose..." she admitted truthfully, coming out of her shell. "...I just..., became overwhelmed when reverend Holmes started to...touch me THAT way..." "Had you always wanted to do IT with two men, mom...?" asked Rose, curiously. "What woman hasn't at least THOUGHT of it...?" admitted Roseland. "But I NEVER thought I'd find out...! It's always been considered such a taboo..., and I never wanted you and your brother to see us engaged in such behavior! I don't want you children believing that kind of behavior is acceptable!" "But you're not hurting anyone..." reasoned Rose. "...it's not like you and dad are cheating..., you're right there beside each other...!" "I...suppose..." said Roseland, unsure of her thoughts at the moment. "...it's complicated..., your father and I don't have everything worked out yet..." "Are you planning to sleep with the reverend again...?" inquired Rose, making Roseland uncomfortable. "I...don't know..." she lied, knowing it would definitely happen again. "What does the reverend say about homosexuality and sleeping with a married couple...?" asked Rose. "It's complicated, Rose..." said Roseland, looking to avoid any further conversation. "...you shouldn't have to worry about such things at your age...!" Rose lowered her head and took a deep breath for encouragement before looking back up at her mother... "Mom..." she said calmly. "...I have something to tell you..." Roseland tried to stay calm, but couldn't help but look worried, wondering if Rose had somehow found out about the orgy at the church...? "What uh..., what is it...?" she asked, holding her breath. "I've been seeing Cole Richman behind yours and daddy's backs..." admitted Rose, getting a silent sigh of relief from her mother. "...and...I'm pregnant...!" she blurted, waiting for the fireworks to start. "Oooh ROSE!" said Roseland, sounding disappointed. "Come on mom, don't be a hypocrite! You JUST SAID how relieved you were to be sexually liberated...!" reminded Rose. "Yes..." agreed Roseland. "...I'm finally exploring my sexual curiosity..., but I'm 39, and you're only 14! You obviously don't understand your body or how it works, or you wouldn't be pregnant right now!" "That's SO judgmental..." yelled Rose. "...you and daddy can have homosexual 3somes..., but I can't fall in love because I'm only 14...?!" "WE'RE the adults here Rose...!" argued Roseland. "When YOU have children of your own..., THEN you can..." "Well that's about to happen REAL SOON, mom..." said Rose, getting up from the table. "...so you're going to have to come up with a better saying than that!" she added, before storming off to her room. Pt-2 B-BUILDING An early morning ritual had begun in the Johnson family house, where every morning before school starts, the younger brothers of 20 year old MarliQ Johnson (Ronnie & Amir) get their rocks off by butt fucking their older brother. What started off as a forced fuck (chap-31, pt-1), has since turned consensual as MarliQ lay on his belly, getting ridden by his 15 year old brother Amir, who balanced himself on his brother's back by holding onto his waist in pushup position, while humping into his big hairy ass from behind, sending his 7.5" boy dick straight through his asshole. MarliQ didn't mind giving his ass up to his brothers every morning, in fact he'd come to look forward to it. While his best friends (Tyrone and Jahleem) still fucked him every now and then (mostly for kicks whenever they got hard up), Ronnie and Amir were eager to fuck everyday, planting their young seeds up their older brother's hot ass on a regular basis. From the comforts of his bed, MarliQ could see his little brother riding his ass, his young slim hips pounding into his upturned ass cheeks like a paddle. By now MarliQ was used to taking the dicks, his hungry ass eating his brother's phalluses like a hungry mouth, swallowing them whole as they moved in and out of his ass. MarliQ's brothers (being young and inexperienced with the ways of the world) thought MarliQ only submitted to their demands because of their threat to expose him on the Internet, showing the world that their hardcore street credited brother was nothing more than a pussyboi behind closed doors. It never occurred to them that MarliQ did it because he enjoyed it. How could a guy enjoy giving his ass up to other guys for fucking? How could a man get pleasure out of being butt fucked like a chick? Despite the boys' confusion as to WHY their brother was giving up the ass, they were more than happy to take it, to stick their dicks in, fuck and unload before school started. As the older of the two younger brothers, Amir always went first, dumping his seed first while Ronnie got sloppy seconds. But what Amir was unaware of, was that sometimes (in the middle of the night), Ronnie would wake up from a restless sleep, then tip-toe down to his older brother's bedroom to sneak in another round. MarliQ never refused Ronnie his late night rumps, allowing the youngest brother his chance to blow his top without Amir pushing him to hurry up and finish. MarliQ lay in bed while Amir continued to fucked, using his older brother's ass as a substitute for pussy. He held onto MarliQ's thick waist, balancing himself on his outstretched arms as he slapped pelvic pushups into his brother's ass. Although Amir would never admit it, fucking MarliQ's fat hairy ass had been the best thing to ever happen to him. Finally he had something steady to fuck besides his own hand. Plunging his dick in his brother's gripping hole was far more fulfilling than jacking off under the covers. Amir could feel himself getting close to blowing his wad. Fucking harder, he drove his hips faster into his brother's behind. MarliQ grunted softly after every thrust, his ass now used to housing his brothers' penises. He arched his back and elevated his buttock to give his brother better access. Amir took full advantage by hammering hard into his brother, his pelvic bone slapping hard into his ass. Without saying a word, MarliQ knew Amir was getting close. Amir panted hard, breathing like a fat man on a Stairmaster as exertion began to set in. After a few minutes of fast/hard uninterrupted fucking, he fell down against his brother's broad back and came, whimpering like a baby as he thrust his spurting dick all the way up inside MarliQ's ass. "uhh...! uhh...! uhh...! uhh...! uhh...!" he grunted, losing his load in his brother's gut. MarliQ squeezed his anal muscles tightly, milking the juices from his little brother's dick as it throbbed inside him. Amir laid there as MarliQ's asshole sucked him dry, massaging his pulsating shaft as it unloaded its morning mass into him. Catching his breath, Amir lifted off his brother's back, withdrawing his dick to make room for the youngest Johnson brother. Ronnie Johnson had been waiting in the wings for nearly 10 minutes, watching Amir fuck and abiding his time. "Yur turn..." said Amir, pulling up his draws before heading off to the bathroom for his morning shower. Ronnie waited until Amir was gone (closing the door behind him) before approaching his older brother... "Can you suck it first...?" he asked, presenting his 8" hardon. "Okay..." said MarliQ, not thinking twice about it. Leaning over, he hung his head and half his body off the side of the bed before taking his youngest brother's dick between his thick lips. Ronnie took a quick intake of air when he felt his brother's wet warm mouth wrapping around his hard teen shaft. MarliQ wasn't much of a dick sucker, but he knew what he liked done to his own dick whenever he had girls over to his room for a little `smash n grab'. Latching his lips to his brother's big 8" pole, MarliQ started sucking and suctioning, slithering his flat tongue against the underbelly for stimulation. Ronnie could feel himself quickly reaching climax, especially when MarliQ wrapped his fingers snugly about his hairless balls and kneaded them. His little body began to tremble as MarliQ's mouth slid up and down his shaft, occasionally stopping at the top to lavish the head in loving sucks. "Oh shit..." gasped Ronnie, shooting his nut accidentally, catching MarliQ off guard as the young spunk quickly filled his mouth. MarliQ hadn't expected his brother to pop so soon, but wasn't angry when he felt the nutty cream suddenly filling his oral cavity. Instead his swallowed it all greedily, not thinking twice about it. Ronnie was pleasantly surprised to discover his brother was also a good dick sucker, as well as a cum guzzler. Indeed he'd have more loads for his big brother's hungry mouth (as well as his ass) from now on. Now however, he HAD to get ready for school or risk missing the school bus. MarliQ was somewhat disappointed to see his brother pack up his sizable dick and move on, having hoped to feel it in his gut again. However he realized there was always tomorrow. As Ronnie lift to get ready for school, MarliQ rolled over onto his back and began stroking his own hard 9" monster. After only a few strokes, he found himself slowly sneaking a curious finger down between his legs, feeling for his fucked hole. The sweet brown bud felt wet and slick with one of his brothers' loads. MarliQ found himself pushing his finger(s) inside, lifting his legs like a bitch in heat. As good as his little brothers dicks felt, it was his friends Jahleem and Tyrone that he thought about while masturbating. He pictured his two friends naked and taking turns on him, filling him with their manhood in a myriad of provocative positions. With the taste of Ronnie's nut still prominent on his tongue, MarliQ probed his cum logged asshole, then shot his morning goo all over his heaving chest and stomach. Pt-3 UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL 24 year old DeWayne Wright and his 34 year old wife Dedra, left University Hospital in the University City section of Philadelphia. Dedra was in a wheelchair, being pushed by an orderly while carrying her newly born son (DeWayne Wright jr). DeWayne gave his ticket to the valet on duty, who quickly took off in search for his SUV. While they waited, a stretch limousine pulled up to the front of the hospital, stopping directly in front of them. The back window rolled down automatically, as curious onlookers glanced to see who the celebrity was? "Hi." said Divine (aka: The Blackwidow), smiling from the backseat. Both DeWayne and Dedra looked surprised... "DIVINE...!" called Dedra from her wheelchair. "What are YOU doing here...?" "I came to see the baby..." said Divine, half-hearted. "...to make sure YOU were alright..., and to talk to your husband for a minute...!" "No way!" said Money, flat out refusing. "Wayne..." chastised Dedra, grabbing his pant-leg. Divine watched as a brief (and uncomfortable) argument whispered between the new parents, before Money finally stepped away from his family and entered the limo. "You have ONE minute before the valet brings my car up...!" he said with attitude, crossing his arms in defiance. "I have all my luggage packed up in suitcases in the trunk..." said Divine, to start off. "...I'm leaving Philly and going back to Miami where I belong...!" she said, getting Money's attention. "I've already alerted the Syndicate that I'm leaving..., and believe it or not, they weren't too unhappy to see me go...!" laughed Divine, awkwardly. "I'm not even going to ask how YOU feel..." she said, trying to look past Money's angry expression. "...I can just imagine the relief you must be feeling to know I won't be anywhere NEAR your family...!" "My family means everything to me...!" said Money, reiterating. "I know...!" said Divine, not wanting to rehash. "I told the Syndicate that I recommended YOU as my replacement, since you've worked so closely by Pooh's and my sides while we were in control..." she continued, "...it took SOME doing..., as many of them were unconvinced you had what it took to run an operation as big as Pooh's...!" "So..., what're you sayin'...?" asked Money, confused... Divine reached into her purse, then pulled out a set of keys... "I'm saying..., the HOUSE is yours..." she said, putting the keys in Money's hand. "...as well as ALL the businesses we started, AND Pooh's drug territory...!" Money looked down at the gold house keys in his hand, realizing he had been waiting for this moment all his adult life working the streets... "The Syndicate will have their eyes on you, until you prove to them that you're the right man for the job...! But I have confidence in you! I KNOW you can pull it off!" "Why're you doin' this...?" asked Money, clutching the keys in his fist. "To make amends for turning your life upside down...! For being the bitch that tried to break up your family...! I only want what's best for you and yours, Money..., believe that!" explained Divine. "I do..." said Money, realizing her sincerity. "Take care of Dedra and that baby for me..." she smiled, knowing she wouldn't be invited to watch the baby grow. "I will." said Money. "And you..., take care of yurself...!" he added...sincerely as well. Divine held out her hand to shake good-bye, as Money grasped her hand with his own. An awkward silence quickly followed, as Divine slowly (hesitantly) leaned in and gently kissed Money on the lips. Money didn't react, though he didn't stop her either. The kiss was cold and unaffectionate, a fitting good-bye to the woman who tried to break his family up. Money exited the limo as Divine donned her black shades and instructed the driver to take her to the airport. "What was that all about...?" asked Dedra, as the valet bought Money's SUV up the driveway. "She didn't even see the baby...!" "She had a plane to catch." informed Money. "A plane...? Where to...?" asked Dedra, being helped by the orderly into Money's ride. "Back to her OLD life..., to when she was happy...!" explained Money, giving the valet a tip before getting behind the wheel while Dedra strapped the baby into a car seat in the backseat. "Back to being a female impersonator...?" questioned Dedra. "That makes no sense...!" "No sense..." agreed Money. "...unless you were born a man in a woman's body..." he said, starting the engine. "Well psychiatrist DeWayne..., where to now...?" asked Dedra, turning about in her seat. "To our NEW house!" smiled Money, holding up the gold house keys Dedra recognized all too well... Pt-4 MANYAUNK Former police captain (52 year old David L. McConnell) walked about his condominium apartment, feeling frustrated over his son's latest antics. 21 year old Elliott McConnell had gone too far this time, putting his father's political career in jeopardy. McConnell avoided watching the video of his son, knowing a father should never see his children being sexual in that way. However as soon as he turned on his computer, the disc (which he had left inside his computer) instantly came on in the middle of a scene of Elliott getting butt fucked by some tall big dick thug. McConnell reached to stop the video, when he heard the unmistakable sound of Raheim's voice. Leaving the video playing, McConnell began to concentrate on the voice in the background, wondering if Elliott's best friend (a boy McConnell had allowed in his own home) had set his son up for a fall? Just then he heard the sound of a key in his door, as 19 year old Elliott walked in... "Hey dad..." he smiled, unaware that his father had seen the video, "...what you UP to...?" he asked as he walked straight into the kitchen for the fridge. "Got any leftovers...?" he asked, starving. McConnell quietly got up from his seat, unsure how to approach his son about the video... "Yeah..." he said, standing in the doorway as his son raided his fridge. "...there's some salmon and rice with broccoli on the first shelf..." "Thanks dad...!" smiled Elliott, pulling the Tupperware bowl from the refrigerator, along with a root beer soda. McConnell watched as Elliott ripped lid off the bowl, then stuck it in the microwave and set the timer. Elliott was a good looking boy with a lot of potential, --thought McConnell, why would he risk it all to make a sex video with a bunch of nobodies...? "How you been, dad...?" asked Elliott, leaning against the counter as he turned the root beer up to his lips. "I want to TALK to you, son..." said McConnell, standing in the kitchen doorway with his arms cross. "So I figured when you left a message for me to stop over...!" smirked Elliott, sarcastically. "Why you looking so serious...?" he asked, noticing his dad wasn't laughing. "What I do now...??" "Go check out the movie playing on my laptop first..." suggested McConnell, getting a curious look from his son. "...THEN we'll talk!" Elliott briskly walked by his father, then trotted through the living room towards his father's computer desk parked in the corner. McConnell watched and waited for his son's reaction. Elliott walked around the desk, then looked down at the screen. McConnell saw the surprised expression as Elliott recognized himself... "H...HOW'D you get that...??!" he asked, taking a seat at the desk, unable to take his eyes off the screen. "Someone sent it to me though the mail...!" informed McConnell. "Someone...?" questioned Elliott, wondering WHO? "No name, no return address..." explained McConnell, "...just the caption `watch this'...! Who knows about the video...?" "Nobody!" said Elliott, mortified that his father had seen him getting banged by 2 dudes. "Who are the guys in the video...?" asked McConnell, walking into the living room. Elliott hesitated..., unable to remember their names. "I heard the camera man call the other two Will and Bling..., WHO ARE THEY?" "Nobody dad..., believe me..." said Elliott, feeling shamed. "Doesn't LOOK like nobody..." said McConnell, "...it looks like you know them VERY WELL...! At least I HOPE you do..., you're letting them fuck you bareback and cum inside you like some cheap..." McConnell caught himself before saying something he thought he'd regret. "Are you aware of all the diseases out there...??" "Yes, I know...!" said Elliott, hating this moment. McConnell could see the anxiety on his son's face... "Who did the video with you...?" he asked, changing gears. "I TOLD you, dad..., they're NOBODY!" "I'm talking about the camera man..." explained McConnell. "...is that your friend Raheim...? Was HE the one shooting the video...?" Elliott said nothing, not wanting to get his friend in trouble. With his father being a former captain on the police force, he knew he could definitely make his friend's life a living hell. "TALK to me, son..., I'm trying to HELP you! Was it Raheim who shot the video...?!" "No!" lied Elliott. "What difference does it make WHO shot it...??!" he asked. "SOMEONE sent this video to me..." reasoned McConnell, "...it only goes to reason that whoever owned the video either sent it to me..., or gave it to someone else who sent it! And WHOEVER sent it..., did so to keep ME from running for mayor...! Now WHY would Raheim want to keep me from entering the mayor's race...?!" "I...don't know..." said Elliott, wondering how DID the video get out? "I'd like to speak to Raheim..." said McConnell, getting a frightened look from his son. "...or whoever it was who videotaped you...!" he added, allowing his son to stick to the lie. "It's obvious that the tape was made deliberately...! And its clear that you knew you were being recorded...! The question is..., what was Raheim's intentions for making the video...? Was it simply some adolescent behavior caught on video camera...? Or was it to intentionally blackmail me...??" "Raheim wouldn't do that..." said Elliott, unable to believe his friend would put him in danger like that... "I'd like to speak to him myself..." said McConnell, getting a spooked look from his son. "...I NEED to know who put him up to make this video!" "Raheim's not like that...!" defended Elliott, getting up from the desk. "He wouldn't DO THAT!" "I think it's apparent from that video that NO ONE knows anyone well enough to say what they will or will not do!" argued McConnell. "WHAT were you thinking...?! Are you even aware of the predicament this puts me in...?! How can I ask the people of this city to vote for me as mayor..., when I can't even control my own household...?! I thought you put these kinds of antics behind you after you slept with Andre...!" "I DID...!" defended Elliott. "I'm SORRY...!" he cried. "I didn't KNOW the video would get around like this...! I didn't know anybody else would SEE it!" "Of course you didn't..." said McConnell calmly. "...but this isn't the first time you've been totally irresponsible...! Ever since you left college you've been going backwards..., becoming less and less responsible...! Your mother had to put you out after sleeping with her boyfriend...! I've had to put you out after sleeping with Andy...! And yet STILL you keep getting yourself in trouble!" Elliott sulked at the mention of all of his past screw-ups, but McConnell was determined to show his son some tough love. "I'm giving you an ultimatum...!" he said, catching Elliott's attention. "Either you go back to school and finish getting your education and see a psychiatrist to find out WHY you keep fucking your family over..., OR you're CUT OFF from the family all together!" "Cut off...?" questioned Elliott, his eyes beginning to tear up. "I'm SERIOUS Elliott...!" said McConnell, firmly. "You've gone through the first 21 years of your life believing life's a game..., but you're a grown man with no sense of loyalty, responsibility, or drive...! Now either you get your act together..., or I don't EVER want to see you again!" "Dad..." said Elliott, feeling hurt by his father's options. But McConnell turned a deaf ear as he simply walked away from Elliott, going to his bedroom and closing the door behind him. Elliott felt alone as his father shut him out. Grabbing his cell phone from his pocket, he quickly dialed his friend's (Raheim's) number, but the call when straight to voicemail... "Rah'..., it's Elliott..., call me as soon as you get this message..., its important!" he said, hanging up. Pt-5 THE NEW JERSEY TURN PIKE 21 year old Raheim Jackson was sitting in the back of a semi crowded Greyhound Bus in-route to New York City, getting his dick sucked by a man he befriended in the men's room of the Philadelphia bus station. The man (Brock London: a married 30 year old computer trainer headed to NY for a seminar), walked into the men's room to use the urinal, when he spotted Raheim standing by the sinks smoking a cigarette. The 6', 160lbs, 21 year old urban thug looked very appealing (in a dangerous way) to the conservative white man who couldn't help looking over his shoulder, wondering if the young black was going to jack him for the money in his wallet? Raheim saw the man looking, and lifted his shirt to reveal his crotch bulge. The man's eyes outlined the large lump in Raheim's pants (his thick 9" prick tenting the leg of his pants), before he walked over to ask which bus was he waiting for? As luck would have it, they were both waiting for the same bus. So naturally, they took the backseat together (away from everyone else). 10 minutes into their trip, Raheim was leaning back in his seat with his sweatpants pulled down below his slim muscular thighs as his new friend's head bobbing up and down in his lap. The 30 year old married white couldn't pass up the rare opportunity to suck off a rough looking thug in the back of the bus, bringing danger and excitement to his otherwise depressingly normal life. Most of the passengers along the Greyhound rode in total ignorance to what was happening in the back. Some talked on cell phones or texted loved ones, while others watched movies on portable drives or listened to music on personal iPods. Whatever their distractions, they were unaware of the intimate suck noises coming from the backseat as Brock feasted on Raheim's manly prick. Brock couldn't believe he was actually sucking cock on a public transportation, he'd read stories of it happening to men in erotic magazines and websites, but never thought HE'D be the one doing it. His experience with men had always been fleeting at best, --an experience here, a rendezvous there, but nothing significant and satisfying. He experimented sucking dick in college, as well as the occasional glory-hole at the video store where he purchased his porn. Raheim was in the middle of enjoying the mediocre blow job from the unassuming white man, when his cell phone began to ring. Recognizing the ringtone as Elliott's, he knew better than to answer. He knew Elliott had probably found out about the video through his livid dad, and wanted to know how it got out? Raheim knew he screwed his hommie over (betraying him for money), but he really needed the cash, and had always wanted to live in NY anyway... Pt-6 ROSWELL HEIGHTS It's hard for a parent to pinpoint the exact moment when they lost control of their children/household, but 40 year old Jerome Clayton Taylor remembered the day exactly, because it was the same day he'd lost his anal virginity to the neighborhood drug dealer (Kane). Things for his family had gradually gone downhill ever since ending with the bombshell that his only daughter (Rose) was pregnant and expecting child out of wedlock. Jerome knew he was one not to throw stones. His secret fetish to become a sperm receptacle for men (in general) cost him a good paying job, and could have cost him his marriage (had his slick talking pastor not smoothed things over with Roseland). His children had SEEN him getting butt fucked by the pastor, with his nearly comatose wife lying next to him. Knowing he had already messed up Junior's childhood by allowing him and his best friend (Todd) to use him as sexual practice for girls, he had hoped against hope that his daughter (Rose) would be somehow shielded from the waywardness that had become his life. Unfortunately the news that she has become pregnant by a boy Jerome and his wife believed too bad to hang with their son, has officially made the past year in the Taylor household one for the record books. Jerome spoke to his wife about their daughter's predicament, knowing Cole Richman had no intentions of helping support the baby. With Jerome currently unemployed and the family's finances in question, they knew getting Cole to submit to a paternity test was essential for the child's future. However getting Cole to consent to such a test was about as likely as getting him into an ivy league college. 14 year old Rose Taylor never saw herself as a teenage mother. With sights set on becoming a doctor or a lawyer, her future now seemed bleak with a baby on the way and a baby's daddy that seemed intent on being a deadbeat. She wondered how she could have been so wrong about a boy everyone told her was no good? Wishing she had waited for someone special (like Todd Meriwether), she barely heard the light tapping on the front door. Getting up from the sofa, she opened the door to see the last person she expected to see standing before her... "COLE...?" she called, shocked and surprised. "Hi Rose..." said the boy, meekly. "...can...can we talk...?" "About what...?" asked Rose, unable to believe she actually slept with this loser. "I know I said some bad things about you when you told me you was pregnant..." "Like I was a LIAR...? And a WHORE...?" repeated Rose, still feeling the sting emotionally. "Yea..." said Cole, lowering his head as he glanced down the hall. "...I did'n mean any of that shit Rose, I was just scared...!" "And you think I'm not...?!" asked Rose, angrily. "It's not like I did this on purpose..., but it takes TWO to tango...!" "I KNOW..." said Cole, regrettably. "...I'm sorry...!" Rose pouted as she crossed her arms and stared Cole up and down in the doorway, unsure if he was being sincere or not... "Want to come in...?" she asked, sucking her teeth as if she couldn't care less. "Are your parents home...?" asked Cole, unsure if it was a good idea? "Of course...!" said Rose, rolling her eyes. Cole peeked back down the hall before deciding to go in. Rose fought back a triumphant smile as she slowly closed the door behind him, refusing to offer him something cold to drink. Down the hall stood Rose's brother (Junior) and his friend (Todd), silently dictating Cole's actions as he sought to make amends with his future baby's mother... "Thanks man...!" said Junior, shaking Todd's hand. "Anytime hommie..." smiled Todd, "...I told you Rose's like a sister to me...!" "That bastard Cole better DO RIGHT by her..." swore Junior, still angry about the way he treated his sister. "...or else he's getting butt fucked regularly will be the LEAST of his worries...!" he added, before pulling out a gun. Todd looked shocked... "Since when you start carrying a gun...?!" "Since I became NJM...!" stated Junior, simply. "I'm a GANG member now..., I have to protect my shit...!" "So you're selling now...?!" asked Todd. "I don't know why you're so surprised..." said Junior. "...you KNEW I was joining Kane's gang...!" "I thought you were joining to protect your sister..., not to..." "Can't do one without the other...!" said Junior, not liking the look his friend was giving him. "You judging me...?" he asked, tucking the gun away. "N...no...!" said Todd, unsure. "Well don't..." said Junior, sternly. "...cause I know a lot of things you've done that ain't so pretty also!" "I'm not judging you, man..." assured Todd. "...I'm just...surprised is all..., after all the religious stuff your family taught you...!" "Religion ain't all it's cracked up to be..." said Junior, thinking of the reverend Holmes fucking both of his parents. "...it's just like every other power/money based business...!" "Wow..." said Todd, stunned. "...you're like a totally different dude than I knew growing up...!" "Butt fucking your own father and joining a drug gang will do that to you...!" said Junior, sarcastically. "YOU should join too...!" "And go through the initiation YOU did...? NO thanks!" declined Todd. "I could help you..." offered Junior. "...I could get you ready for the initiation, so it won't hurt as much...!" "Fuck you!" laughed Todd. "If ANYBODY'S getting fucked between the two of us..., it's YOU!" "ME...?" asked Junior. "I doubt it!" "You're the one with ALL the experience...! HOW you gonna let Kane and his boys fuck you before me...?? I'M supposed to be your hommie...!" joked Todd. "Whatever nigga..." responded Junior. "...you give it up first, THEN I will!" "IFI was gonna give it up to anyone..., it'd be you..." admitted Todd. "...but I ain't...! So end of story!" "Okay..." said Junior, nonchalantly. "Feel like playing some video games at my place...?" asked Todd, politely. "Why not...?" asked Junior, following Todd towards the elevator. "Just don't be trying no FUNNY stuff while we're alone...!" he joked, as they made their way up to the tenth floor... Pt-7 MANAYUNK McConnell sat his desk (in his reading glasses), contemplating his mayoral options and going over the conversation in his head with his son. How had he managed to screw up every relationship he'd ever had? When did he stop being nurturing and start being a hardcore bitch? Thinking of Ramone, he wondered how he was doing since their unfortunate breakup? Was he seeing someone else...? Did he go back to dating women? Did he think of him at all, ever? Taking a break, McConnell sat back in his desk chair, removing his glasses and rubbing the irritated bridge of his nose between his eyes. Becoming mayor would bring a lot more attention to his family and lifestyle, negative attention which was sure to bring up a lot of buried emotions between him and his ex-wife (Christina). Was it all worth it? Would the judgmental thrashing he got from the media/public worth putting his family through? McConnell was just about to get back to work when he heard a sudden knock at the door. Not expecting company, he was only in his brief's as he raced for his bathrobe before answering the door... To be continued... _____________________________ 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.