Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 12:00:02 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: the district-33 THE DISTRICT-33 LOST AND FOUND Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH PHILLY 47 year old Julio Espisedo rushed down to the 5th Precinct as soon as he heard what happened. A firm believer of Junior's innocence, he argued with officers that they were holding the wrong man. He insisted the police run DNA tests on the murder weapon and compare fingerprints with Junior's [who had NO criminal record]. It took HOURS of investigation and interrogation before the police was finally convinced of Junior's innocence. Even then they took their time letting him go, as they had wanted to charge him as an accomplice with Cole for firing on police officers. However Julio [having known something of the law] argued that Junior was the victim, as Cole was holding the gun ON him and his friend when police first arrived [chap-30], probably preventing them BOTH from being shot. Junior [an underage youth of 17] was released in Julio's care. Julio immediately drove Junior to the hospital where Todd was taken after the shooting, AND his mother after going into premature labor. Junior's family [his father, sister, and her baby] was in the waiting room when he and Julio walked in... "JUNIOR...!" cried Rose, as her and her dad jumped up from their seats and rushed over to hug him! "We thought you were still in jail...! How...??" "Mr. Espsideo..." smiled Junior, motioning to the man standing behind him. "...he came down to the Precinct and MADE the police realize they were holding the wrong guy...! I OWE it all to him!" "Thank you...!" said Jerome Sr., walking over to Julio with tears in his eyes. Julio held out his hand to shake, but Jerome [being an emotional cow] hugged the man instead, grateful to have his SON back. "Junior's a GOOD boy..." confirmed Julio. "...he's been trying to distance himself from that Gang for a while now...! He's been going back to school and staying out of trouble..., but he NEEDS his family's support...! YOU need to step UP as a father...!" "Yes...! Yes..., I HEAR you..." agreed Jerome, wiping the tears from his eyes. Julio handed him a card. "Come to our meetings sometime..., you'll FIND the support you need as a parent...!" offered the older Puerto-Rican. "Thanks..." said Jerome, sincerely. As Julio and Jerome were talking, Junior spotted Todd's mother [Mrs. Meriwether] sitting in the NEXT waiting area [away from his family], and felt compelled to walk over to give his sympathies about Todd. Monique Meriwether was quietly being consoled by her neighbor Sandra Johnson [MarliQ's mom], who also had a family member in the hospital [her middle son, Amir] when Junior walked up. Monique looked up from the floor to see her son's best friend standing before her, his sad face looking pitiful and pathetic as anger erupted inside her... "Don't come NEAR me...!" she yelled, causing Junior to stop in his tracks. "It's because of YOU that my SON'S in the emergency room being operated on right now...! If he wasn't trying to save YOU from throwing your life away, he'd be in SCHOOL right now earning his credits for college! WHY did you have to befriend MY son...?! WHY couldn't you have just left him the fuck alone?? WHY isn't it YOU lying in there on that table with your chest cut open...???!" Junior could FEEL Mrs. Meriwether's heartache and pain as she spat VENOM at him through her words while Sandra Johnson tried to console her. "I want you to STAY AWAY from my son...!" she continued, blaming Junior for everything. "IF he makes it through his surgery, I'm MOVING Todd FAR away from this city! You'll NEVER see my son again! Do you HEAR me...?!? I want you to STAY AWAY from him!!" Jerome and Julio ran over to pull Junior away [as he was paralyzed in place, unable to walk away from his lover's mother's abuse]. Junior felt like he deserved Monique Meriwether's anger, as he WAS partly responsible for Todd's shooting. Had it NOT been for him running to confront Cole that morning, Todd WOULD have been in school, and HE along with him. He listened as his dad and Julio tried to convince him that Monique was WRONG to blame him for Todd's shooting, but Junior had already concluded that she was right. Perhaps he WAS responsible. Everything he touched always turned to shit... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY Word of the shooting and police search reached across town to the ears of DeWayne Wright [aka DMoney], one of the city's biggest drug lords after the deaths and demise of King Pins Whinny The POOH Graham and Tempest Williams. Like his mentor [POOH], Money tried fronting his wealth behind a chain of businesses, acting as an entrepreneur rather than a drug dealer. His wife [Dedra Wright] managed their health and beauty spa [The Wright Wey] in West Philly. It was a 3 level facility, renovated from 4 buildings into one colossal compound. The first floor housed: a beauty shop, nail salon, barber shop, skin care section, etc. The second floor housed: massage rooms, therapeutic spas, steam room, sauna, quiet/relaxation room, mud room, etc. And the basement housed: a state of the art gym, aerobics room, exercise pool, locker rooms and showers. It was Dedra's BABY, and she often ran it with a bedazzled iron fist while her husband did his [behind the scenes] businesses with his associate Kobe Brown by his side. Kobe was DMoney's right hand man, his apprentice who did all of Money's legwork and collections [keeping the boss's hands clean]. Secretly Kobe desire more power. As Money's right hand AND occasional fuck partner [fucking Money whenever the desire to be topped came over the drug lord], he had privileges very few others had the chance to claim: to have FUCKED DMoney up the ass. Kobe's loyalty to Money was supposed to be unconditional, however, being so CLOSE to absolute power [ONE man away] while yielding one of the biggest best kept secrets in The Underground's history [that Money was a bitch bottom ready for the taking], was something Kobe found HARD to keep to himself. The MORE Kobe fucked Money, the less respect he had for the man. Kobe no longer saw Money as WORTHY the title of Drug Lord, for any man willing to bottom for another man [to LET another dude stick his dick inside him and FUCK him until he flooded his insides with CUM], sought to be dominated, NOT lead. Kobe thought it was about HIGH time that Money relinquished the throne, and became the BOTTOM he so richly desired to be. Hatching a plan of takedown, he wrangled a meeting with Kane and Kane's associates from The Italian Mob to distribute FUC [in all its capacities] throughout the city of Philadelphia, a move Money previously blocked as HE believed FUC too powerful of a drug to control. As a family man, Money didn't want to raise kids in an environment of FUC addicts, knowing how desperate people get once addicted. Kobe however couldn't have cared less if the entire population became addicted, MORE MONEY in HIS pocket! Kobe kept the sales of FUC away from DMoney, keeping the profits collected from area drug houses separate from the normal take so Money wouldn't notice the influx of cash. Kobe enlisted his own team of men, including his hommie: Monk, to drive around from drug house to drug house collecting the FUC profits only, to be taken back to Kane and his assicates. Monk and Kobe went back a ways, back to when they were both mere `runners' in the drug industry. While Monk didn't accede much further, Kobe managed to gain a name for himself to become Money's next in command. In fact it was THOSE same qualities that made him want to succeed Money. "Yur CRAZY nigga..." said Monk, upon learning of Kobe's underhanded dealings with Kane behind Money's back. "...when MONEY finds out what yur up to, he's gonna come LOOKIN' for you!" "I ain't worried about what MONEY thinks he could DO to me..." said Kobe, defiantly. "...he ain't the MAN everybody thinks he is!" "Whadda mean by that...?" asked Monk, intrigued. "I heard rumors about how cutthroat he was when he worked for POOH..., he ain't somebody you wanna scrap with hommie...!" warned Monk. "I've been working under Money ever since he took over Pooh's territory..., I KNOW who the REAL DMoney is...! And he ain't nothin' like YOU niggas think...!" countered Kobe. Monk could tell Kobe was sitting on a secret... "TELL ME, mofo...!" he burst, completely enthralled by the suspense. Kobe laughed, knowing he had the means to bring Money to his knees whenever he wanted. "Remember when I told I had a DUDE with BETTER pussy than most of these hoes runnin' around...?" asked Kobe [back in chap-5, pt-3]. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." answered Monk enthusiastically, waiting for the punch line. "Well..., I was talkin' about MONEY..." admitted Kobe. "...I've been fuckin' him for A WHILE now...!" "LYIN' ASS!" shouted Monk, doubtfully. "NOT Money! No way, nigga!" Kobe laughed... "I'm TELLIN' you bul, that nigga SWEET as fuckin' CANE SUGA!" stated Kobe. "I be dickin' that muhfucka all KINDS'A ways! And he be TAKIN' that shit too, ANY WAY I give it to him! I have `em on his BACK like a bitch, doggy style, on his stomach, standin'..." "Naw nigga, you lyin' dawg..." insisted Monk, unable to believe it. "...AND I be NUTTIN' all up IN that pussy!" bragged Kobe, cupping his dick proudly. "If that nigga WAS a bitch, he'd be PREGNANT with fuckin' TWINS!" "DAYUM..." shouted Monk with excitement. "...I'd like to see THAT shit!" he added. Kobe thought... "You wanna runna TRAIN on `em...?" he asked, daringly. "WHO...?" asked Monk, coming back to earth. "You and ME...?" "Why not, nigga...?" asked Kobe. "I already FUCK `em any time I feel like it..., if he likes ONE dick he'll love TWO, what bitch don't...?" "You think he'll let me fuck `em too...?" asked Monk, skeptically. "He'll do WHATEVER I tell `em to do..." insisted Kobe. "...he's MY bitch!" he laughed. "Aiight nigga, if YOU can set it up, I'll be there...!" agreed Monk, dying to see Money in a compromising position. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< MANAYUNK 53 yr old David McConnell had been sleeping on the sofa [in their temporary home away from home] while his lover [Ramone Davenport] had been sleeping in their bed. David had recently found out that Ramone slept with Marvin Rollins, a man David had come to despise since Marvin was the one responsible for ruining his relationship with detective Malik Jones. McConnell have had failed relationship after failed relationship [first Malik, then Andrew Roberts, now Ramone], and started to wonder if it was HIM that was the cause of the problems? What was the common factor in all three failed relationships? Rollins was the cause of two, and his own son Elliott was the cause for one [having slept with Andrew behind his back while staying with him]. In all three cases, cheating was a factor. What was HE doing wrong that made them have to cheat on him? Just then Ramone came home, pausing in the door when he saw McConnell already stretched out on the couch as if preparing for bed. "I know you're still angry that I admitted I slept with Marvin Rollins..." said Ramone, tossing his keys on the table before approaching. "...but I HAVE to know..., are we breaking up because of this? Or can we get past it and start rebuilding our relationship? Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone in bed, I might as well go back to MY apartment if that's the case...!" McConnell folded his arms, unable to speak at the moment as a myriad of thoughts flashed through his head [particularly thoughts of Marvin fucking the SHIT out of Malik and Ramone...]. "Okay..." said Ramone, taking silence as an answer as he headed for the bedroom to pack his things. "...just remember, YOU cheated also...!" he added, before disappearing into the other room. McConnell sat quietly for a few minutes, thinking about Ramone's question and statement. Yes they were BOTH guilty of cheating, however McConnell argued that HE was seduced by alcohol and fatigue, while Ramone's did what he did through anger, resentment, and revenge. He wanted to forgive Ramone for sleeping with Marvin, but the knife cut too deeply, knowing the history they shared... Reality slapped McConnell in the face when Ramone came back out of the room carrying a large duffle bag of his clothing, heading for door as if to walk out of his life for good... "WAIT..." called McConnell, causing Ramone to stop in his tracks. The detective waited as McConnell slowly got up from the sofa [wearing only his boxers and a wife beater], then crossed the room towards him. McConnell reached for the strap on the duffle bag, then pulled it down off of Ramone's shoulder... "I don't want you to leave..." he said softly, like a man feeling vulnerable. "I don't want to leave..." said Ramone, as McConnell dropped the bag to the floor, then slowly started to snake his hand around Ramone's waist. "...but CAN we get past what happened...?" he asked, still seeing the hesitation in McConnell's actions. "I'm trying..." said McConnell, leaning into Ramone's mouth. The two men kissed softly on the lips, tentatively at first, as if unsure the other was ready. They softly pecked each other's lips with tiny kisses [testing the waters], before finally throwing caution to the wind and frenching each other down. McConnell's hands wrapped firmly about Ramone's waist, drawing him in as one of Ramone's hands slipped up around the back of McConnell's neck, pulling his head in as he slipped more tongue into his mouth. The two men kissed passionately, like they hadn't kissed in weeks. They could feel each other's swelling manhood starting to rise in their crotches as they ground against one another. McConnell's hand wandered down to Ramone's ass, groping and cupping the cheeks before fondling around to his front, squeezing the hard length forming down the leg of Ramone's pants. Ramone returned the favor by reaching down to fondle McConnell's erection in his shorts. Ramone was the first one to break this kiss as he slipped down to McConnell's chest [sucking an exposed nipple into his mouth], before falling to his knees to suck McConnell's dick. McConnell watched from above as Ramone pulled the waistband of his underwear down under his low hanging ball sac, then took the head of his dick into his mouth and swallowed the shaft whole. "uhhh..." moaned McConnell as Ramone [having had a lot of practice sucking his boyfriend off nightly] took the dick to the root, then looked up at David to see his reaction. David lovingly caressed the jawline leading towards Ramone's goatee, as he stared down into his eyes. Ramone slowly retreated back up the shaft, dragging his lips along the root until he was sucking sweetly upon the head, swirling it about in his mouth like a washing machine's spin cycle before taking it back into his throat. "Maybe we should move this to the bedroom where we BOTH can have some fun...?" suggested McConnell, helping Ramone to his feet. The two men walked hand in hand to the bedroom [McConnell's curved erection bouncing outside of his underwear] where they began to undress. McConnell [having less to take off] climbed into bed first, as Ramone [stripping as fast as he could] quickly followed. The two men kissed again [swapping spit] before maneuvering into 69 position. With McConnell on the bottom, Ramone straddled his lover's head with his knees, then leaned forward and retook his spit wet dick back into his mouth and resumed swallowing. McConnell started off by licking Ramone's dangling dark skin erection up and down like a popsicle before taking the head into his mouth and sucking UP the shaft until he had his nose buried in his dangling balls. They swallowed and sucked each other's big stiff erections for some time, reacquainting themselves orally as they painted each other's shafts with their spit. As McConnell was swallowing Ramone's shaft, Ramone was retreating off McConnell's, suckling the juicy head and slurping up the tasty pre-treats before going all the way back down again. As Ramone swallowed McConnell's curved sausage, McConnell was sliding off Ramone's suckling the head and attacking the dangling balls before licking his way up to the asshole. Ramone felt McConnell pulling his ass down towards his face, abandoning his rock hard erection which rested [wetly] on McConnell's hairy chest. Ramone was still bobbing his head over McConnell's pole when he felt Mc's tongue washing over his love button. Feeling inspired, Ramone spit McConnell's erection aside and lifted HIS legs, exposing his ass before diving his face between the mulatto buns. McConnell was bent nearly in half as Ramone pushed his knees up under his armpits and drove his head between his buns. He could feel Ramone's thick wet tongue washing over his anus, licking up and down the crack before darting into his relaxing hole. At the same time McConnell was tongue fucking Ramone's hot hole, darting in and out, jamming his tongue as deeply as he could as the anus budded open for him. Soon they were stuffing fingers inside one another, stretching their anuses for their dicks. Ramone was the first to give in as he reached for the lubricant inside the nightstand drawer beside the bed. He poured a generous amount onto his hand and massaged it along McConnell's shaft before anointing his own asshole. Then he climbed into riding position and slowly descended his ass onto McConnell's dick, allowing his asshole to swallow up the entire 9.5" shaft in one long slow swoop. "YEAH..." moaned McConnell, staring up into the face of his lover as they reconnected [spiritually and physically]. Ramone ground down into McConnell's lap for a few minutes [allowing his innards to get used to the invasion], before starting to slide up and down the shaft, fucking himself. He could feel McConnell's dick dragging his innards outward as he ascended up the shaft, then felt the big dick digging back up inside him as he descended down the shaft. McConnell rubbed and caressed Ramone's naked body all over [pinching his nipples, cupping his hips waist and ass, rubbing his outer thighs, etc.], massaging him all over with his hands while Ramone rode him. Ramone climbed up onto the soles of his feet [in squat position], and started bouncing his ass in McConnell's lap. McConnell could feel Ramone's asshole sliding up and down his entire shaft [from tip to base], sucking him off with his asshole as he dick with his mouth. Ramone bent over slightly [hovering over McConnell's chest] as he started to pound his ass into his BF's lap, slapping sound starting to echo off the walls as their bodies collided again and again. Ramone reached down and started to pinch McConnell's nipples, knowing his lover loved to have the tiny rivets played with. McConnell reached down between Ramone's parted thighs and gripped his fist around his hard dick, stroking the solid mast with his hand as Ramone slapped his ass into his lap with resounding thunder. They fucked like that for nearly 10 minutes before McConnell wrapped his arms about Ramone's waist [freezing him in mid fuck], and rolled him over onto his back [in missionary position]. Ramone gladly conceded control as McConnell pressed his knees down against his chest and took over fucking. Ramone's dick stuck straight out over his crunched stomach muscles [drooling pre-cum like a faucet] as McConnell fucked him. McConnell [having been driven MAD with Ramone's bouncing] HAD to take over, as he was getting close to busting his first load. As a physically fit man over 50, he still had a sex drive that rivaled a man half his age. He held Ramone's legs down against his chest as he rode his ass, thrusting his hips back and forth into him as he drove his thick curved dick 9 and 1/2 inches deep with every stroke. It was ALL Ramone could do NOT to reach down and stroke his erection to a quick climax. His dick throbbed above his belly, threatening to cum without touching himself as McConnell's curve attacked his prostate glade with a vengeance. "Shit David..., I don't know how much longer I can hold off..." panted Ramone, losing ground by the second. "Just hold off a few more minutes...!" begged McConnell, quickening his pace as he started to fuck harder. Ramone groaned aloud as each inward stroke of his lover's curved dick bought him closer to cumming. He even had to reach down and clip his balls at the root too keep the cum from boiling up his pulsing shaft and spilling out all over his chest and stomach. McConnell fucked and fucked as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his brow. He stabbed his dick through his lover's rectum, fucking into his colon and punching through his sucking anal ring with gut wrenching strokes. His balls began to tighten in their sac as his dick started to throb. He could feel himself beginning to breathe harder as his heart pace quickened. "I'm about to..." he panted, just before his dick BURST. "...AAARRRRRRHHHHHGGG...!!!" he yelled, coming hard as he shot a thick massive load into Ramone's colon. "Oh shit..." gasped Ramone, feeling the pulsating inside him. McConnell thrashed about as he ground against Ramone's ass, emptying his balls in his ass before collapsing weakly atop him. Ramone pulled McConnell down into a heated kiss, sucking the older man's tongue into his mouth before rolling over and changing positions. Ramone maneuvered McConnell onto his stomach, then got behind him as he roughly parted his muscular ass cheeks with his hands, then buried his face for one more meal. McConnell rested against the mattress as Ramone ate his ass from behind, tonguing his ass crack and lavishing his hole with spit. Rubbing his drooling erection over the hole [smearing slick sticky pre-cum over the anal lips], he pushed in, slowly sinking into McConnell's ass. McConnell lifted his head off the mattress as the sharp pain of penetration shot through him, followed by his lover's shaft. Ramone laid across McConnell's back, kissing against his back, neck, and shoulders as he ground his pelvic bone against his ass. "Damn baby..." moaned McConnell, twisting his head to kiss on the lips. "...give it to me...!" Ramone stuffed his tongue into McConnell's mouth as he started to thrust, slowly pulling in and out as his thick dick squeezed back and forth through the gripping ring. McConnell broke kiss once Ramone started a steady pace, thrusting into him cleanly from tip to base. Ramone wrapped his about McConnell's chest and torso as he fucked, thrusting deep as he started to build his climax. Ramone's asshole still throbbed from the fucking McConnell gave it. Even as he fucked, he could feel the tender hole throb with exquisite pain, causing him to fuck more passionately into McConnell. McConnell spread his legs and arched his back, giving himself for his lover's pleasure, despite having cum already himself. Ramone suckled his neck as he thrust into him, driving harder and deeper. McConnell gripped the bed sheets as he endured the painful stabs into his gut, groaning aloud after each deep probing stab. "I'm getting CLOSE, baby..." moaned Ramone, licking McConnell's ear. McConnell rested on his elbows as he started to thrust back into Ramone, adding depth as he backed into each stroke, his own soft dick dragging against the bed sheets underneath him. Ramone could feel his climax building as he fucked, McConnell's asshole massaging his dick perfectly as he thrust in and out. "Oh shit..." moaned Ramone, each stroke becoming more labored as his dick became ultra-sensitive. He knew he was dangerously close to coming when as his dick suddenly swelled and thickened, then started spitting semen directly into McConnell's gut. "...UURRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as he came, bucking like a bronco as he flooded McConnell's colon before collapsing on top of him, molding against his back. McConnell reached back overhead to run his fingers over Ramone's scalp, massaging his head as they began recovery. "I love you, baby..." said McConnell, looking back over his shoulder. "I love you too..." said Ramone, kissing on the lips. McConnell rolled over onto his side as Ramone joined him, locking lips as they devoured each other's warm tongues, consuming each other's saliva as they prepared for round-two. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ CENTER CITY From his 15th floor apartment, Brian Dunn watched David McConnell and Ramone Davenport making love in their bed, from remote cameras [linked to his computer] he had stashed strategically about their bedroom. He sat in his living room in his bathrobe, with a glass of wine, watching the two men making love and wondering WHAT he had to do to get rid of Ramone...? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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. P.S. HAVE YOU DONATED TO NIFTY YET? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html