Date: Sun, 27 May 2012 22:11:24 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: the district-20 THE DISTRICT-20 Recruiting Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< THE HOUSE THAT POOH BUILT West Philly 24 yr old DeWayne [DMoney] Wright lay in bed on his back, his strong masculine legs bent backward against his shoulders as he grunted profusely at the deep lounging plunges thrusting through his parted ass cheeks. On top of Money was his 23 yr old coadjutant [Kenneth KOBE Brown], holding his legs by the backs of his thighs, forcing them down against his chest as he thrust in and out of his superior with deep deliberant strokes. He watched Money's handsome face twist in painful expressions as he plunged his 9" dick balls deep with every thrust. Money [determined to prove he was MAN enough to take whatever Koke could dish out] took each frightful plunge with a grain of salt, his poor asshole taking the full brunt of punishment as Kobe slammed his pelvic bone into his ass cheeks over and over again without let up. Kobe fucked Money as hard as he could, determined to BREAK him. He wanted to hear Money beg him to stop, [declaring him too much MAN to take at full thrust], OR to beg him to cum, to fill his aching innards with his manly load, proving once and for all WHO the bigger man was he sprayed Money's anal walls with his heavy seed, stopping his torment and bring solace back to his world. Kobe thought Money too weak to be Head of Operations for The Syndicate, feeling that any man allowing his subordinate to butt fuck him really had a secret desire to be used and controlled, not to be the leader of real men! He used his dick as a weapon, hammering hard through muscle and flesh, each painful grunt Money made like pure music to his ears. "URRHH...URRHH...URRHH...URG...!" grunted Money after every stroke, his own dick rock hard, hovering over his belly unattended as it throbbed under the heavy pounding his body received. "You alright, Boss...?" asked Kobe, grinning smugly, waiting for Money to beg him to let up. "Is that dick TOO MUCH for you...?" he boasted, "Do you want me to stop...?" "That the best you can do, nigga...?" teased Money, knowing it would get Kobe's goat. Kobe fucked harder, slapping against Money's ass wickedly, doubling his efforts to make the boss bitch out in front of him Money bit his lower lip as he endured the pain, determined to save face as he gripped Kobe's dick shaft with his sphincter muscles, massaging the full length to make it POP sooner. Both men held off showing any weaknesses between them. Kobe pounded until he felt Money's anal muscles starting to bring him to the edge, then he pulled out to change positions... "What's wrong...?" asked Money, sensing Kobe might be retreating. "Can't take the HEAT?" "I'm just git'n warmed up, nigga!" insisted Kobe, rolling Money onto his stomach. Money quickly spread his legs, arching his back to entice his comely hole, flexing the anus tauntingly, hoping to intimidate... "Then get back to it, nigga! What'cha waitin' on...?!" he asked, jeeringly. Kobe wanted to wait a few seconds longer [until the throb in his dick subsided]. So instead of reinserting immediately, he jammed 3 fingers up Money's asshole, testing the elasticity... "I got that mutherfucka OPEN, don't I...?" he grinned, feeling the anus snap shut around his digits. Money worked his sphincter over the fingers, showing Kobe what his dick was in for once it returned to his murky depths. Kobe rammed his fingers in up to the third knuckles, wiggling them around inside to feel the hot moist flesh within. Removing his fingers, he got into position over Money's back [aiming his dick down between his spread cheeks], and sank back in to resume fucking. Money stifled a groan, trying to pretend the penetration didn't smart! Kobe picked up where he left off, pounding quickly as he began slapping his pelvic bone into Money's ass cheeks. Money rose up onto his elbows as he turned his head around to gander over his shoulder, watching Kobe's dick do its damage and talk shit... Money could see [and feel] the dick slamming into him, disappearing between his spread buns every time Kobe's hairy pubic bone slapped his cheeks. There was no doubt in Money's mind that Kobe was trying to prove something, that allowing the subordinate to continue fucking him might lead to a problem in authority. However [for now], Money had an itch he liked having scratched, and Kobe provided the relief he was looking for. Kobe also watched his dick speeding in and out of Money's ass. He loved watching his master-piece disappear up the boss's hot ass, knowing he was dicking down one of the most powerful drug dealers in the city. It was nearly impossible NOT to boast [or broadcast] making one of the strongest criminals minds in the city your personal, private bitch! Whenever Money disciplined one of his lower ranked dealers, or made a command and watched everybody jump at his mere word, all Kobe could think of was: `I just pounded that nigga's ass full of cum less than an hour ago!' He often wondered what guys would think if they knew that Money was commanding them with his ass full of another man's nut? Would the guys still be as ready to jump at Money's every word if they knew he bitched for another man? Kobe stopped watching his dick disappear up Money's ass when he felt himself starting to get close to the edge again. Diverting his eyes, he tried thinking other thoughts to keep himself form going over the top. He thought about his mother, buying flowers for her birthday. He thought about the girl whose phone number he collected the other day, but still hadn't called. He thought about what it would be like to be the boss someday, with his own horde of men listening to his every word. Then when none of those things helped stop his dick from reacting to the great heated massage it was getting sliding in and out of Money's ass, he pulled out again, changing positions once again... "Git back on yur back...!" he demanded, his rock hard dick standing stiff as steel as it pulsed with a mind of its own... "I'm gonna make that dick pop no matter WHAT position I'm in...!" threatened Money, flopping back on his back, lifting his legs invitingly... This time Kobe didn't have a snappy comeback, he merely leaned in over Money's body as he stared down at his asshole, looking almost afraid to reenter... "What's wrong, nigga...gettin' scared...?" teased Money, reached down over his own bloated dick and balls to grasp Kobe's erection and aim it up to his well fucked anus. As soon as the head kissed his swollen anal lips, Kobe pushed in, sinking balls deep with one plunge. Money's eyes widened with sudden panic, before he quickly recovered. His ass had been broken in by none other than Whinny The POOH Graham, the big Biggie Smalls lookalike with the enormous 10.5" wrist thick dick, which he often always used as a weapon of severe punishment. Money knew if he could withstand and survive getting butt fucked viscously by POOH, that he could survive ANY sized dick or character that came along after. In fact, watching Kobe trying to make him scream `uncle' was rather hilarious. Surely he understood any drug lord worth his weight in crack, HAD to know how to endure pain or else he'd fall victim to every oppose with an grudge looking to stab him in the back for his territory and position. Money stared up into Kobe's face as he got fucked, watching the underling's facial expressions turn from cocky confident to nervous quick-comer as he milked his shaft continuously with his anal muscles. Kobe tried to avoid eye contact. He also tried to avoid staring down at his dick fucking in and out of Money's ass. His thrusts [although steady and consistent] were no longer as powerful as before, as he tried to slow down the pace to keep from blowing too soon. However Money was onto his game as he worked over the shaft by flexing and relaxing his hole, dilating the anus on the inward stroke, then tightening it up on the withdrawal. Soon Kobe's eyes were fluttering as he found it impossible to hold off any longer... "OH SHIT..." he cried, ramming his dick in one last time before unloading a gut full of scolding hot cum in Money's colon. Money felt a great deal of triumph when Kobe finally came in him. He reached down and stroked his own erection, milking the shaft as he felt Kobe's dick pulsating inside him. It didn't take long before the married man was spilling his own load all over his chest and stomach, watching droplets of white cream ooze down over his abs as Kobe pulled out to recuperate... "I'm gonna hit the shower..." said Money, jumping from the bed. "...we gotta lotta shit to do this morning!" he added, before disappearing into the bathroom. Kobe waited until Money was gone, before collapsing in his bed, physically exhausted after losing the fight... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH PHILLY Roswell Heights 21 yr old MarliQ Johnson saw the familiar car parked outside his family's apartment building all night, and knew his mother's [jump-off] boyfriend [Manny Michaels] was visiting for another round of `hide the salami' in his mother's pussy. In fact, MarliQ's dick stayed hard half the night [despite fucking some poor crack head chick in the Back Lots around 3:30 in the a.m.] just thinking about the opportunities awaiting him when he entered the apt that morning. He waited until his morning relief [Cole] took his place outside the project homes, then went inside to get some `rest'. MarliQ entered the apt to find his 2 younger brothers [Ronnie and Amir] in the living room as usual, however unlike `usual', Ronnie was kneeling between Amir's legs, bobbing his head in his slightly older brother's lap. Amir smirked when MarliQ entered, holding his younger brother's head in place so he couldn't look up to see who had just walked in. MarliQ HATED that Ronnie subjected himself to Amir, knowing Amir wouldn't appreciate the sacrifice Ronnie made to become his sex subordinate. He knew Amir would take full advantage of Ronnie's vulnerability, making him feel like a cheap whore at times. 14 yr old Ronald Johnson didn't mind sucking his brother(s) off, in fact he found the experience quite arousing and enjoyable. Amir awakened Ronnie in the middle of the night, shoving his dick in his face and demanding a blow job at about 2am. Ronnie complied, wanting to please and make his brother happy. Then that morning Amir announced his desire to have his dick sucked while watching morning cartoons before heading to school. As soon as they finished showering and dressing, Ronnie met Amir in the living room where he got down on his knees and began sucking him off. Amir was a bit aggressive and verbal [calling Ronnie `girl', and `fag', and forcing him to deep throat before he was ready, --hurting Ronnie's throat]. When Ronnie heard MarliQ coming in, Amir held his head so he couldn't pull off, forcing him to keep sucking rather he wanted to or not. "You alright, Ronnie...?" asked MarliQ, watching Amir choke him on the end of his dick. "He okay!" answered Amir, making Ronnie bob. "I was ASKING Ronnie...!" snarled MarliQ, ready to break up the session if he had to. "Let him up to speak for himself...!" Amir [reluctantly] let go of Ronnie's head, allowing him to pop-UP off his spot shining dick... "I'm ok Leek, really!" smiled Ronnie, innocently. Before MarliQ could even respond, Amir was shoving his little brother's head back down on his dick! "Get back ON there..." he growled, shoving back in. "...we' ain't got all day...!" "YO...watch how you treat him...!" insisted MarliQ, "YOU wouldn't wanna be treated that way...! "Hey, if I liked suckin' dick like the 2 of YOU do..., I wouldn't CARE how some niggah treated me, so long as I got what I wanted...!" reasoned Amir, believing he was doing his brother a favor. "Whateva..." said MarliQ, disappearing in his room. MarliQ really didn't like how Amir used their brother Ronnie, but so long as Ronnie wasn't complaining, there was very little MarliQ could do about it. Amir already made reference that he was jealous that Ronnie was starting to get more attention than he, of course MarliQ didn't believe that, but he didn't want to DO anything that made his brothers believe it either. Retiring to his room, he took off his clothes [stripping down to his printed boxers], then lit himself a doobie. MarliQ took a couple of deep inhales when someone suddenly knocked on his door... "Yeah...? WHO is it?" he asked, trying to hold back a cough. "Ronnie!" called his little brother. MarliQ put out his weed... "Come in!" he yelled. The doorknob twisted as Ronnie slowly stepped into the room. "Finished blowin' Mir...?" asked MarliQ, sounding somewhat jealous. "Yeah..." answered his little brother, closing the door behind him. "...I have a few minutes before I have to go to school..., I was wonderin IF YOU wanted a blow job too...?" "Naw..." chuckled MarliQ, having had his dick taken care of in the wee hours of the morning. "...but I DO wanna talk to you about how you let Amir treat you..." "I don't mind, MarliQ...really...!" said Ronnie, sincerely. "Please don't make me stop...! I LIKE doin' it...!" "You LIKE suckin' dick...?" asked MarliQ, wanting to make certain Amir wasn't influencing him. "Yeah..." answered Ronnie, "...its FUN...! Don't YOU like it too...?" asked the younger boy, innocently. "Sometimes..." admitted MarliQ, not liking how cheap he feels afterwards. "You'd better hurry up and get to school before you miss yur bus...!" "OKAY!" said Ronnie, doubling back out of the room to catch up with Amir. MarliQ lit his doobie again, then laid back on his bed with the pillows propped up behind his back. Grabbing the remote, he flicked on the TV and started watching whatever movie was on. That's when his mom entered the room... "What I TELL YOU bout smokin' that shit wit yur BROTHERS inna house...?!" she screamed, dressed only in a closed bathrobe. "They not even here...!" argued MarliQ, from the bed. "Oh..." answered Sandra, not knowing where her children were. "...I need money for groceries...!" she lied, grabbing MarliQ's pants off the floor before riffling through his pockets. "Don't take all of it..." complained MarliQ, watching her carefully. "...if I come up too short, Kane'll have my ass...!" "So what...?" answered Sandra, caring less. "HE'S lucky I don't call the COPS on his ass for makin' my son sell his drugs...! YOU ought'a have yur OWN operation by now! If you wasn't so fuckin' lazy, you could have a whole HEAP of guys workin' for you instead of you still workin' for HIM!" she criticized, pulling paraphernalia from his pocket. "MOM...don't take that..., they're all counted for...!" informed MarliQ, still having had some stash left over... "What I tell you bout bringin' this shit into MY house...?!" yelled his mother, rushing over to the bed to slap MarliQ about the back of the head as he ducked for cover... "You CRAZY if you think I'm gonna let you keep this shit in here for yur BROTHERS to find!" she concluded, after whipping his ass and exiting the room $200 and a vale of coke richer. MarliQ recovered as he resumed lying in bed, angry at the circumstances that made up his life. He often wondered what life would have been like had his father, OR one of the boy's fathers had stayed and been a parent to them? He also wondered if things would have been different somehow, had his mother NOT been cocaine dependent? Perhaps HE could have finished high school and made something else of his life...? "Hey..." said a male's voice from the doorway, shocking MarliQ and catching him by surprise. "...you alright...? I uh...I HEARD what yur momma said to you..." "I'm COOL...!" answered MarliQ, wiping a small tear from the edge of his eye. "Wussup man?" he asked to his mother's lover –Manny Michaels. "Just chillen..." responded Manny, half dressed in his police [guard] uniform... "...was about to leave..., but I can stay a few more minutes if you WANT me to...?" "Naw...I'm good..." said MarliQ, trying to buck up. "You SURE...?" asked Manny, slowly running his hand down the front of his torso towards his crotch... MarliQ's dick started to respond at the thought of Manny making love to him... "Okay." he answered, inviting the man in. Manny looked back to make sure Sandra wasn't anywhere around before entering her son's room and closing [locking] the door behind him. He could see MarliQ's dick already tenting his boxer shorts as he started to undress. "You don't feel guilty bout fuckin' my mom..., then fuckin' ME rite after...?" asked MarliQ, pulling his underwear off... "Not at all..." answered Manny. "...she's NOT my woman, and yur NOT my son...!" he said simply, before approaching the bed. "If I EVER find you fuckin' with my lil' brothers this way, I'll..." he started, as Manny slowly climbed up onto the bed like a black cat stalking its prey in the wild [his long black dick dangling between his legs like a tail]... "You'll what...? JOIN us...?" asked Manny, stopping only when his lips touched MarliQ's. MarliQ felt the older guy's lips touch his, then felt his warm wet tongue enter his mouth, the [now] familiar taste of his mother's pussy on Manny's lips, tongue, and mustache... Manny maneuvered himself until he was lying between MarliQ's legs, making the larger [younger] man spread them like a chick in missionary position as they grinded fronts, their long hard dicks rubbing together side by side. Manny ground in-between MarliQ's pudgy legs, feeling his warm thighs on either side of his slim waist, his tongue halfway buried down the boy's throat as he swabbed his oral cavity heavily with spit. MarliQ was often overwhelmed by Manny, despite knowing very little about the man bedding his mother, he couldn't help feeling strangely drawn to him, compelled to do [just about] whatever Manny wanted him to do. He could feel the man thrusting into him, his hips moving up and down as he simulated fucking. After kissing [and making MarliQ swallow mouthfuls of his spit], Manny licked his way across MarliQ's neck and down towards his meaty chest. MarliQ had what guys called: `man-boobs', slightly protruding sacks of meaty tissue that resembled small A-cup breasts. Manny licked his way down MarliQ's neck and chest until he was sucking on one of MarliQ's tits. "Oh shit..." moaned the overweight man, feeling Manny's mouth suction firmly on the nipple. Manny liked the reaction he got from MarliQ as he suckled his chest. With his free hand, he reached down between their bodies and began lubing spit against MarliQ's asshole, preparing it for his dick. After a few applies, he began inserting his fingers, stretching the hole and massaging the sphincter muscles. MarliQ groaned softly as Manny continued to suckle his nipples, while fingering his asshole... "You like bein' my bitch, don't cha...?" asked Manny, grinning broadly as MarliQ cooed in his arms... "Yeah..." moaned MarliQ, unable to lie as the desire to feel Manny deep inside began to intensify. "You TALK to yur boyz yet...? About US pullin' a TRAIN on you...?" asked Manny, catching MarliQ off guard. "uh..." responded the 21 yr old, having forgotten Manny's request. "...I, uh..., I didn't think you were serious...?" he answered. "COURSE I am..." assured Manny, "...I wanna watch them PLOW this ass deep...!" he said enthusiastically, "THEN I wanna fuck it afterwards..., feelin' their cum loads all over my dick like before!" [chap-9]. "You gonna HOOK that up for me...?" "I...I dunno..." hesitated MarliQ, unsure he wanted his FRIENDS in on his getting fucked by his mother's fuck buddy. When Manny heard MarliQ's reluctance, he quickly [swiftly] grabbed the backs of MarliQ's calves, then roughly lifted them until he had the boy doubled over in half, --his face and ass both staring up at the ceiling... Before MarliQ could respond or complain, Manny buried his face in his ass, swabbing his asshole with spit. "OH SHIT...!" gasped MarliQ, staring directly up into Manny's eyes as Manny started to drill his ass with his tongue... "You gonna HOOK that up...?" inquired Manny, darting his tongue in and out of the fat spread ass. "UGH...!" gasped MarliQ, unable to speak at the moment. "You gonna HOOK that up for me...?" asked Manny again, spreading the ass cheeks so his tongue could probe deeper. "OH SHIT!" groaned MarliQ, starting to squirm [from the tongue AND the strain]... Manny swabbed the hole for several minutes, soaking it in saliva before letting go of MarliQ's legs and letting his ass crash back against the mattress with a heavy THUMP... "HOOK that up for me...!" insisted Manny, placing his dick head against MarliQ's spit wet entrance before pushing IN... "OKAY...!" shouted MarliQ, feeling the dick penetrate him. Manny slide all the way up into MarliQ's gripping rectum, burying his dick 11 inches deep into his bowels before grinding against his ass. MarliQ grimaced as Manny planted his root deep inside him, churning his manhood around in his gut, staking claim. "I don't wanna be waitin' forever for this hookup, either..." said Manny, knowing MarliQ was probably trying to beat around the bush. "...I want this shit to happen SOON...! Got that?" "Yeah..." answered MarliQ, his legs pushed back in missionary as Manny started to thrust in and out of him. MarliQ could feel Manny's dick moving through him, but the idea of letting him and his friends fuck him excited AND scared him at the same time. MarliQ's biggest fear was losing his drug dealer's status and becoming another neighborhood bitch like Jerome Senior. By now, nearly everyone knew Jerome was Kane's bitch, unable to hold his head up in public as people whispered, snickered, and pointed as he and his wife walked by. MarliQ couldn't imagine the humiliation he and his family must go through daily. MarliQ could barely deal with his own humiliation, knowing he'd been fucked by Kane, some of his most trusted henchmen, and his own brothers Ronnie and Amir. Every time Tyrone and Jahleem teased him about being a good piece of ass, OR every time his brother Amir referred to his ass as `pussy', he felt humiliated, like a piece of garbage, and wondered IF that was how he made the girls he fucked feel...? Manny Michaels kept thrusting into MarliQ. He knew the young man wasn't completely comfortable with being the fuck-hole for another man, but THAT was what attracted him most to the big boy. Had MarliQ been more willing about getting fucked, Manny would have lost interest, it was MarliQ's confusion, his reluctance that made Manny keep wanting to push him beyond his limitations, to see just how FAR he could make him go? Manny loved how MarliQ's meaty ass ate his dick every time he thrust into him. His dick would sink through MarliQ's fat ass, burying balls deep as his pelvic bone slapped repeatedly into the boy's ass. Each inward thrust was met with a hearty grunt from MarliQ, causing Manny to fuck him deeper [harder], trying to see how loud he could make him get? Manny also like MarliQ's big beefy body, his soft skin reminding him of a big-boned chicks he liked to fuck, making him stab further through his receptive ass as he picked up speed and started fucking harder. Manny liked watching MarliQ's face twist in lustful anguish as his body reacted favorably to the fuck thrusts. He liked watching the young man pant and sweat, raising his legs higher and wider as he got drilled from above. And he liked the idea of turning a tough street punk into a heated blubbering mess of asshole and cum as he fucked him long and hard, drilling through his body like a miner, each powerful thrust into MarliQ's body sending shockwaves over his huskiness, causing his tits to bounce. Enticed by the bouncing man-boobs, Manny bent forward and took the erect nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly as he latched his mouth on the rivet and started chewing like a man possessed. "Shit, man...!" moaned MarliQ, gripping the back of Manny's head as he gently massaged the back of his neck. Manny fucked harder as he drove through the boy's bulky body, hammering harder and driving deeper as MarliQ accepted every stroke. Soon the bed was rocking under the sway of their weights. MarliQ could feel Manny's low hanging balls slapping against his ass like 2 brown Ping-Pong's, contracting every once in a while as their prepared to shoot their load deep into his gut. "Shit, man...fuck me...!" moaned MarliQ, lust building up inside him. Reaching down, he stroked his fat erection, masturbating as his lover fucked his ass strong and hard. "Yeah baby..." moaned Manny, lifting his head from MarliQ's tit as he held his torso over his body with his outstretched arms, fucking repeatedly into MarliQ's exposed ass. "...gimme that ass...! You gonna make me CUM, real soon...!" "Awww fuck yeah, man..." groaned MarliQ submissively, loving the sound of that. "...bust that nut off, man! Shoot it!" "Yur gonna make me cum yur pussy, you keep talkin' like that...!" warned Manny, knowing he would flood the mangina eventually, anyway... "UGGHH...SHOOT yur shit up inside me...!" begged MarliQ. "Give it to me, man! I want it!" "You bout to GET it!" informed Manny, fucking wilder, slamming his hips harder as he pounded nonstop like a maniac. MarliQ took each and every thrust like a champ, his asshole swallowing every inch of Manny's tool as he buried it steadily up his ass stroke after gut wrenching stroke. "I'm about to CUM...!" he announced, losing all sense of self control as he rammed in one last time and unloaded. "AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHH...FUCK...!!" "YEAH..." moaned MarliQ, stroking his own dick faster as Manny's prick pulsed inside him, filling his gut with cum. "...AWWWW YYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH...!!" he groaned louder, shooting his own load all over his heaving stomach and man-boobs... Manny stayed inside MarliQ's ass until he finished coming, then slowly slipped out as his softening dick started to shrink and deflate... "I'm gonna enjoy watchin' yur boyz fuck that ass..." he smiled, staring down at MarliQ's exhausted face as his dick still oozed the last of his orgasm... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< OUTSIDE 14 & 16 yr olds Ronnie and Amir Johnson left B-Building to walk down to the bus stop. Like other siblings, Amir picked and teased his younger brother as they walked, hitting him, chasing him, using his book bag for slam dunks with his hands, etc. "Mir...!" called 17 yr old Cole Richman, stopping the 2 boys in their tracks. "Can we TALK for a minute...?" he asked, having spotted them the moment they left their building... Amir sent Ronnie on, telling him he'd catch up later before the bus came... "Yeah...? What's up...?" "I wanna SHOW you something...!" said Cole, luring Amir towards the Back Lots. Like most kids in the area, Amir was aware of The Back Lots and what it represented. He and his friends used to play back there, and would always come across old empty drug bags, empty crack vales, needles, beer bottles & cans, liquor bottles, and used condoms. They were aware and warned not to venture back there, as vagrants also sometimes resided there, and could possibly harm them. But Amir wasn't afraid in the day time, especially while saving face in front of one of the hood's youngest dealers... "Yeah...?" he asked, curious. "What...?" "THIS..." answered Cole, pulling out several hundred dollars. "...ever seen THIS MUCH money up close before...?" "WOW man..." astonished Amir, practically drooling at the mouth. "...what you do, rob a BANK?!" "Nah..." laughed Cole, at Amir's innocence. "...I MADE this money..." he boasted, claiming it his own. "...and so could YOU...!" "Me...?" asked Amir, doubtfully. "HOW could I make THAT MUCH money...?!" "I'm lookin' for a couple'a hommies to sell some stuff for me in school..." said Cole, launching his own mini-gang. "...I was hoping YOU mite be one of `em...?" "Really...?" asked Amir, flattered. "I uh...I dunno..." he thought aloud, "...I don't know nothin' bout sellin' drugs to nobody...!" "What's to know...?" asked Cole. "Somebody ask you for something, you GET it for `em and you collect the money...! It's THAT simple...! An APE could do it!" he explained, simplifying. "And if they don't pay up or fall short..., you let me know and we'll MAKE them pay up!" "I dunno..." said Amir, wondering how his family would react? "Okay..." said Cole, stuffing the money back into his pocket. "...when you get tired of beggin' yur MOMMA for new sneakers, new video games and Ipods..., come look for me!" he added before walking off. "WAIT..." called Amir, enticed by the goods. "...okay...I'll DO it!" "Good..." smiled Cole, knowing HE had got sucked IN the same way. "...here's what you do..." he added, passing drugs into Amir's pockets... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com aka EUGENE MARVIN ________________________________________________ To leave comments, questions, and/or suggests, write me at address above, or hit me up on Facebook for updates on what I'm currently working on.