Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2012 12:51:24 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the district-41

THE DISTRICT-41
THE DAY AFTER

Written by:
Eugene Marvin (aka)
NPhillydogg@aol.com

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THE AIRPORT HILTON


	The sun rose up over the city of brotherly love as the men from
John Valentine's late night bachelor party continued to sleep in his hotel
suite. John Valentine [the groom] was asleep in bed [his hands still cuffed
behind his back all night], along with his brother Jessie. [Boyfriends]
Tyrone and Malik were hugged up together on the sofa [Tyrone cuddled
closely behind his lover as Malik faced the sofa's back], and [lovers]
Maleece and Jake slept on the floor atop extra blankets and pillows, while
Elliott McConnell slept alone [curled] on the loveseat.
	Jake was the first to awaken, hearing the chime of John's cell
phone in his pants on the floor nearby. Jake retrieved the phone to read
the caller I.D., noticing Kelley Bradley [John's fiancé] had already
called 5 times that morning. Turning the ringer off, Jake quietly put the
phone back in John's back pocket and rejoined his boyfriend on the floor.
	With the room currently quiet [everyone still sleeping], Jake
decided to take advantage of the moment by going down on his lover. He
rolled Maleece onto his back, then gently took his soft phallus in his
mouth and began gently nursing. Maleece's dick slowly inflated to full mast
within a few minutes. Jake slithered his mouth up and down the hard
Puerto-Rican's shaft, burying his face in Maleece's hairy pubes on every
down stroke.


	From the loveseat Elliott McConnell watched his former partner blow
his boyfriend. Jake and Elliott sat side by side in a patrol car for weeks,
both pretending to be straight. Who'd had known they both liked the same
thing? Elliott kicked himself every time he thought about all the missed
opportunities he could have had fucking Jake while they were alone on
patrol [boyfriend be-dammed].
	Watching him suck Maleece made Elliott's morning erection harder
than ever. He stroked himself as he watched Jake swallow Maleece's dick to
the root, mashing his face into his pubes as he held his manhood deep in
his throat. Maleece groaned softly in his sleep while Jake continued to
suck. Jake looked up to see if Mal was awake, then noticed Elliott watching
him from across the room, slowly stroking his hard 9 incher while imagining
Jake's mouth on HIS dick. Elliott and Jake's eyes locked as Jake slid his
mouth up and down his BF's rod. They continued to stare at each other as
Jake swallowed Maleece's cock over and over, fantasizing it was Elliott's.
	Elliott got up off the loveseat and slowly walked over towards
Jake. Jake was on his hands and knees, his ass hiked high in the air as he
rose and lowered his head over his Mal's lap. Elliott stood behind Jake,
staring down at the handsome white officer's spread ass and hot pink hole
while he stroked his dick. He spit onto his fingertips, then reached down
and smeared them over Jake's anus, shoving the two middle digits inside to
massage the sphincter muscles. Jake tightened and flexed his anal ring
around the probing digits, silently telling Elliott he needed no
preparation. Elliott removed his fingers and aimed his dickhead down
against the hairless hole and pushed in. The head broke through Jake's
ring, then sank swiftly inside. Jake couldn't help moaning around Maleece's
cock as Elliott bottomed out and ground his balls against his ass.


	Elliott always described himself as a verse/botm. As much as he
loved to get fucked, he possessed a 9" dick that also loved the taste of
ass [and occasionally pussy]. Although he bottomed more, he was no stranger
to topping, whenever he found a bottom hungrier than himself.
	Elliott held onto Jake's waist as he started to fuck into his ass,
pulling and pushing his way through the pink ring as he sank his dick 9
inches deep time and again. Jake still had Malik's earlier sperm deposit in
his ass [last chapter], as well as one Maleece's who snuck one into him
late night while everyone was sleeping. The duel loads lubed Jake's manhole
thoroughly, coating Elliott's dick with a shiny layer of sperm which helped
make Elliott's dick slicker for fucking. Elliott was able to slide in and
out of Jake's anus easily, his anal muscles gripping and groping his dick
as it moved back and forth without effort.


	From the sofa Tyrone awakened with a morning erection, grinding it
against his boyfriend's backside as he lay cuddled up behind him. Tyrone
contemplated simply slipping his dick up Malik's ass while he slept
soundly, but didn't want to disturb his peaceful sleep. From behind he
heard the unmistakable muffled sounds of someone fucking and TRYING to keep
quiet. He turned around to find Elliott fucking Jake from behind, while
Jake sucked Maleece's sleeping dick.
	Tyrone's hand immediately reached for his erection as he started to
slowly stroke himself while watching the live show play out in front of
him. Seated behind Elliott, he had a great view of Elliott's light-skin ass
humping back and forth while he fucked into the white officer. He could
tell by the slight gap in El's ass cheeks [where the 2 cheeks were supposed
to meet] that he'd been fucked numerous times before, which only reinforce
his beliefs that Elliott was a `pretty-boy bottom'. Tyrone's dick flexed in
his stroking hand at the thought of actually fucking the cute mulatto
colored boy. Easing up from the sofa, he reached out and touched Elliott's
ass. Elliott turned his head back over his shoulder to see WHO was molding
his buttock while he wasn't watching? He was pleasantly surprised to see it
was sexy Tyrone [Malik's boyfriend]!
	Elliott pulled out of Jake and stood up as Ty's fingers slipped
down into his ass crack, searching for his asshole. Tyrone continued to
stroke his own dick as he stood next to Elliott, pressing his fingers into
the former cop's anus. Elliott smiled innocently as he led Tyrone towards
the bathroom where they could have more privacy, not wanting to disturb
Malik's rest...


	Jessie Valentine [Jake's middle brother] awoke next to his oldest
brother John. He sat up, immediately alarmed [not recognizing the room],
then slapped his hand across his forehead as he recalled being in a hotel
suite. Having forgot for a second, Jessie fell back against the pillows as
he looked to the handcuffed body beside him and recalled cuffing his
brother. Taking the key off the nightstand, he unlocked his brother's
wrists and freed his hands for the first time in 12 hours. John made no
motion as he continued to snore [red rings circling his wrists after being
cuffed all night]. Jessie couldn't resist grabbing and massaging his older
brother's ass cheeks. He still couldn't believe he fucked his own brother
last night, nor that he'd gotten his dick sucked by his OTHER brother
[Jake]. It was definitely a weird scenario, especially when played out in
front of a group of strangers. Jessie would have preferred to have
discovered his brothers' sexual tastes while they were alone, to keep it
all in the family [so to speak], but then realized that none of it might
not have ever happened if some outsider didn't step in and initiate
everything. He couldn't help slipping a spit wet finger into his brother's
anus, testing out the tightness of the hole after getting fucked multiple
times last night. Jessie could feel John's angry sphincter muscles clamping
on his probing finger as it pushed in and massaged. Jessie wondered if John
was still drunk enough that he could get another fuck out of him...? It was
definitely worth a try!
	Jessie removed his finger and slipped his erection up between his
brother's slimy cheeks, grinding against his ass [which had been dripped
bits of semen all night]. Aiming his dickhead up against the hole, he
started to push in, causing John to tense...


"UHHH...!" grunted the older brother, pulling away.
	Jessie gripped him by the waistline and pulled his body back into
position, then pushed IN again, managing to bury his cockhead with the
first thrust.


"URRHHHH...!!" grunted John, grabbing his brother's hands as he fought to
stand his ground.
	Jessie realized John wasn't trying to dislodge, just to find a less
painful position. Slowing his approach, Jessie hugged his brother from
behind, then started to slowly stroke himself back and forth, inching his
way deeper with every thrust.


	Jake overheard his brothers fucking in bed, and pulled up off of
his boyfriend's erection to go investigate. He could see the pain written
across John's face as he tried to take Jessie's cock back into his body,
but morning had arrived and most of the HIGH effects of the alcohol had
worn off, leaving only a severe headache and the awful pain shooting
through his rectum as the cock moved into him.
	Jake noticed [despite John's obvious reservations about getting
fucked again] his oldest brother's erection standing straight out from his
groin. Jake knew John would get MORE into it if his cock was being attended
to, so he scooped down and took the older man's dick into his mouth. John
felt the wet warmth of another mouth on his cock, and settled back into
position without a struggle. Jessie managed to bury his dick in his
brother's ass and start fucking him deep, while Jake sucked John's big
erect 8" hard-on.


	In the bathroom Elliott closed the door, then spun around and threw
his arms about Tyrone's neck and started French kissing him in the
mouth. Tyrone was surprised by the extremely personal move, but gave in as
he was about to plow the former cop's light-skin ass like nobody's
business. Elliott sucked Tyrone's tongue out of his mouth, then suckled it
like a piece of card candy. Tyrone molded and groped Elliott's delicious
ass, shoving his fingers in and out of the tender sweet hole as his dick
pulsed at the thought of entry. After a few minutes of kissing, Elliott
broke away, then fell to his knees and swallowed Ty's 8.5" dick to the
root.


"Oh yeeeaaahhhh..." moaned Tyrone, feeling Elliott's throat clamp down on
his manhood before bobbing.
	Elliott painted Ty's entire dick with his throat saliva, making it
slick and slimy as he ran his mouth up and down the full length. He spit
onto his fingers and lubed his own asshole, prepping it for the fucking his
body craved. Pulling off Ty's dick, Elliott stood up and leaned over the
bathroom vanity, giving his ass up to the drug dealer. Tyrone got into
position behind him, then fit his dickhead up between the spit wet ass
cheeks and pushed in.


"OOOHHH...!" groaned Elliott, feeling the dick spear him head-on.
	Tyrone sank all the way in, then hugged Elliott's 150 pound body
from behind as he ground against his ass, churning his meat up around in
his gut. Elliott groaned softly as he pushed back against Tyrone's pubes,
staring at him lustfully through the bathroom mirror. Tyrone loved the way
Elliott's hot rectum felt wrapped around his dick as he dug into his ass
greedily. Elliott held onto the vanity's edge as he watched himself get
fucked in the mirror. His entire body was naked, his thick 9" erection
resting atop the counter as Tyrone's brown arms wrapped about his torso,
holding him in place. Elliott could feel him sliding in and out of his ass,
his big beautiful prick claiming his ass as his own as his breath blew
against his back. Elliott massaged Tyrone's thrusting manhood with his
asshole, tightening, squeezing, and flexing the muscles around the plunging
shaft as it moved through him.


"DAMN this is some SWEET ASS...!" attest Tyrone, feeling the warm moist
flesh sucking him in.


"Yeah...?" asked Elliott, throwing his head back. "As sweet as Malik's...?"
he asked, curiously [Elliott always wondered why his father loved Malik so
much...? If his ass compared...?].


"Yeah baby..." moaned Tyrone, placing his lips on Elliott's
shoulder-blade. "...I know a FEW GUYS who would LOVE to fuck you onna
regular...!"


"Including YOU...?" asked Elliott, reaching back overhead to grip the top
of Tyrone's skull as he turned his head to kiss.


"Sure..." admitted Tyrone, kissing Elliott in the mouth. The drug dealer
slipped his tongue into the former cop's mouth as Elliott sucked it firmly
while getting fucked. "...IF Malik lets me...!" added Tyrone, after
breaking the kiss.


"What if he doesn't...?" asked Elliott, wondering if Ty would be willing to
cheat?


"I...dunno..." confessed Ty, unsure. Malik definitely had enough ASS for
him to fuck, but what man could turn down a cute piece of booty when it was
being offered [or thrown] to him free of charge...?


"I'd love to be YOUR regular..." admitted Elliott, trying to steal another
kiss.
	Tyrone pushed his hand into Elliott's back [between the blades],
forcing him face down against the vanity as his ass stuck out more
invitingly. Elliott hugged the counter top as Tyrone grabbed his waist and
started hammering into his ass, slapping his pelvis into his bare buttock
as he rammed his dick home with repeated thrusts. Elliott felt the full
fury of Tyrone's masculinity as the 29 yr old bore straight through him,
fucking his ass with deep deliberate strokes as he beat a path straight
through his asshole.


	In the bedroom Jessie Valentine was fucking his older brother John
in spoon position, holding onto his hips from behind as he thrust up into
his fuzzy ass. John continued to keep his eyes shut to the world as he
lived out some of his wildest fantasizes. Elevating his own leg slightly
[looking like a male DOGG about to take a leak by a hydrant] gave Jessie
deeper access into his roost, while Jake [their younger brother] sucked his
cock full length to the root.
	John had never felt such pleasures before in his life. Sure he'd
had his asshole licked or fingered [by whores he threatened to bust] while
getting blow jobs, but nothing compared to the feel of a REAL cock purging
through his anus, probing his swollen colon and digging through his rectum
like a yard animal. He couldn't get over how good it felt to finally have
his anus pummeled by a MAN. THAT toppled with the awesome blow job he was
receiving sent him over the top far quicker than anticipated.


"UHHH...AAARRRRRHHHH...!!" he groaned and grunted as he grabbed the back of
Jake's head and rammed his groin into his face. Jake was suddenly impaled
as his brother's cock thrust down his throat unexpectedly, then started
shooting creamy spurts of cum straight down the back of his throat. Jake
welcomed his brother's surplus as John moaned and groaned in slutty
delight.
	Jessie could feel John's tight asshole squeezing [almost painfully]
around his thrusting dick. He rolled John onto his stomach [knocking Jake
out of the way], got on top, then started riding him hard and steady even
as John continued to cum all over the bed sheets beneath him. John didn't
protest as he groaned into the pillows, spreading his legs instinctively to
give Jessie better access.
	Jessie grabbed onto John's waist as he laid across his back [full
bodied], and humped into his ass with all the energy he could
muster. John's asshole continued to spasm and flex even after his orgasm,
causing Jessie to climax as he hammered as hard as he could, then thrust
all the way in and unloaded...!


"AARRRRRHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as he came his morning load straight up his
brother's backside.
	Jake watched his siblings fuck [a long time fantasy he never
thought would happen], and jacked himself off all over the carpeted
floor. He panted and groaned in heated lust as he showered his load all
over the bedframe and floor, milking his dick with his straining fist.
	Jake turned around and sat on the floor [while Jessie rested atop
John, draining his dick off in his ass], and searched for Maleece, who had
crawled onto the sofa to join Malik...


	Maleece awoke after hearing Jessie's initial entry into John's
ass. He even watched for awhile while Jessie fucked John and Jake gave him
head. Feeling left out, Maleece looked over to find Malik alone on the sofa
[his back to him and his sweet bubbled butt begging for company].
	Maleece crawled over onto the sofa, then cuddled up behind
Malik. Malik was still sleeping soundly and was unaware that someone other
than Tyrone had crept into the sofa with him. Maleece wet his fingertip
with saliva, then smeared a generous amount up along Malik's asshole to
lube it for his prick. Then Mal eased his dick up in-between Malik's ass
cheeks and searched for the hole. Finding it, he pressed in until he felt
his dick starting to sink in.
	Malik wrestled in his sleep, slowly awaking after Maleece achieved
penetration. At first he thought it was Tyrone entering him, and pushed
back into him invitingly to let him in. It wasn't until he felt Maleece's
hairy chest against his back that he realized it wasn't Tyrone...


"MALEECE...?!" called Malik, turning his head in surprise. "What're you...?
Where's Ty...??"


"I don't know..." said the Puerto-Rican detective. "...I assumed in the
bathroom with Elliott...! So what...? Are yall monogamous now all of a
sudden...?"


"No..." answered Malik, easing back into position as he pictured Tyrone and
Elliott in the shower getting it on. "...but..."


"Butt nothing..., just relax..." warned Maleece, whispering softly into
Malik's ear. "...this's a bachelor party..., no one's allowed to hold
anything against you here...!"
	Malik felt his partner starting to thrust in and out of him, making
his asshole and body feel good. Malik stopped worrying about what Tyrone
might think as he settled back into Maleece's arms and enjoyed the early
morning fuck. Maleece cuddled up behind Malik as he kissed and sucked on
his neck and shoulder, thrusting in and out of him lazily, taking his time
to build up lust and momentum.


	Meanwhile in the bathroom Tyrone was fucking the shit out of
Elliott, holding him down over the counter top as he drilled his ass from
behind. Elliott's dick was rock hard underneath him, already drooling
morning pre-cum as it threatened to lose its load to the floor. His stiff
dick swayed back and forth unattended, drooling long clear/silvery streams
of pre-cum like the strands of a spider's webbing. Elliott groaned and
grunted after every inward thrust, his body taking the brunt of Tyrone's
manhood as he fucked strongly into him with lustful strokes. Tyrone's goal
was to get off, not to make love or fall in love. He already had Malik for
that. Every time Elliott tried to rise up to kiss or speak, Tyrone would
shove him back down [roughly], keeping him in position.
	Elliott loved guys like Tyrone, street oriented guys with an edge
and thug-like mentality. He got off on getting fucked by guys who had more
STREET credibility than he did, guys who commanded respect from others
simply by the way they carried themselves as MEN. Tyrone fit that bill, and
Elliott's drooling dick told how excited he was to be under him. Elliott
knew he had crossed the line by trying to lure Tyrone away from Malik [much
like he did Andrew from his father, or Lenner {a potential stepdad} from
his mother], but he really wanted to let Tyrone know how much he turned him
on.
	Tyrone was fucking well through Elliott's ass when El suddenly
squirmed his way out of position. Tyrone looked at the younger man as if to
ask `what's wrong?', but only watched as Elliott turned around and climbed
up onto the edge of the vanity, lifting and parting his legs to present his
[sweet honey suckle] hole for more fucking. Tyrone started to protest the
new position, knowing it would leave him vulnerable to more kissing, but
couldn't resist stepping forth and sliding back in after watching Elliott
purposely flex and pout his anus wantonly, allowing his asshole to speak to
Tyrone's dick directly.


	Tyrone shoved back into Elliott's warm wet depths as he resumed
fucking [this time face to face]. He and Elliott watched his dick sliding
in and out of the sucking hole for a few minutes before Elliott started to
make his move: reaching up to feel and caress Tyrone's beautiful body,
pinching his erect nipples and holding onto his thrusting waist.
	Elliott watched Tyrone's facial expressions while they fucked. When
Tyrone closed his eyes to savor the feel of Elliott's asshole squeezing his
shaft, Elliott pounced forth and started kissing Tyrone about the face and
lips. Tyrone allowed Elliott to kiss him a few times, but would then break
off, pushing Elliott's legs up higher [exposing his hole more] to force him
back submissively against the mirror. Tyrone would fuck HARDER whenever he
threw Elliott's legs into the air, showing his pussy who's the
boss. Elliott would pant and moan like a slut in heat, working his anal
muscles around the plunging dick as it fucked its way through him. Whenever
Elliott's hole would get the upper hand [causing Tyrone to slow his stroke
to keep from coming too soon], Elliott would take advantage by lifting up
and locking lips again, determined to show Tyrone that he was more than
just a hole to fuck. Tyrone remedied Elliott's repeated attempts by pulling
him halfway off the vanity [making Elliott hold on by his elbows], locking
his hands around the back of his waist for support, and hammering into his
vulnerable anus with deep, hard, and deliberate strokes. Elliott could do
little more than hold on [to keep from falling to the floor] while his ass
was manhandled and fucked, his legs spread wide apart on either side of
Tyrone's masterful body. Ty fucked Elliott hard and strong in that position
for the next 5 solid minutes, giving his hole no slack as he attacked it
vigorously with strength and determination. He hammered into the former cop
so hard that Elliott was literally unable to speak, he could merely grunt
and groan as his ass was fucked like a madman just paroled from the pen.
	Tyrone fucked until he felt his balls starting to tighten in their
swaying sac. He could feel his sensitive dick starting to throb and pulse
with each passing minute. He knew he was about to explode in Elliott's ass
when he suddenly rammed forward and buried his dick full length. Elliott's
eyes bulged as Tyrone's dick expanded inside him, then started jerking
wildly just before spitting a torrent of hot molten cum directly into his
colon.


	Tyrone closed his eyes at the moment of climax. He thrust all the
way in at the last possible moment, feeling Elliott's asshole milking and
massaging his pulsating dick even before it started coming. A split second
later he started hosing Elliott's hole with his load, tossing his head back
in ecstasy as he groaned like a caged man finally set
free. "AHHHHHHHH...!!" he groaned as the cum pumped from his dick and into
the awaiting asshole, flooding the rectal canal with a creamy tide.
	Tyrone started to feel weakened as he pushed Elliott back up onto
the vanity [keeping his dick embedded so he wouldn't lose his precious load
to the floor]. Elliott pulled Tyrone down on top of him, then planted his
lips with another long, juicy kiss. Too weak to fight back, Tyrone accepted
the kiss while his dick continued to drain.


	Elsewhere Maleece was thrusting into Malik from behind. Malik was
slowly throwing his ass back into Mal's groin for a better rhythm. He threw
his right leg up over Mal's as he reached down and started stroking his own
morning woody, feeling Maleece's scratchy new growth against the back of
his neck and shoulder.
	Maleece pulled out of Malik's ass after 10 minutes of fucking, then
changed positions as he put the black man on his back and lifted his legs
missionary style. Malik was still stroking his dick when Maleece pushed
back into him, burying his 7.5" rod before resuming his fuck. Maleece
allowed Malik's legs to hover midway around his waist while he lay face to
face against his torso, kissing him in the mouth. Malik accepted his
partner's wet warm tongue as they frenched, Jake turned around from
watching his brothers fuck, to see his boyfriend fucking his partner. At
that same moment Tyrone and Elliott exited the bathroom. Jake could easily
see by Tyrone's deflated wet prick and Elliott's drooling erection, that
the two men had just had quite a tryst in the bathroom. Tyrone wandered
over to the sofa where Maleece was fucking his boyfriend, while Elliott
wandered over towards Jake. Jake didn't say a word as he merely opened his
mouth and allowed Elliott to slip inside and started fucking his
throat. Elliott had just been butt fucked up the ass by one of the sexiest
guys he'd ever met, his asshole was saturated with the sexy man's load, and
he was on the verge of losing his own load at any second. Jake suckled his
lips up and down the rock hard shaft, milking the juice from the pipe as he
swallowed his ex-partner's meat with every stroke. Elliott grabbed the back
of Jake's head and unloaded...


"AWWW FUCK...! FUCK! I'M COMING...!!" he announced.
	Jake's neck ballooned as Elliott's dick lodged its way into his
throat, spitting hot cum directly into his stomach.


	Tyrone walked over to the sofa where he found his new boyfriend
getting fucked by his partner. Tyrone took a seat on the arm of the sofa,
allowing his limp dick and dangling balls to hang over their faces. Malik
stretched his neck to suck Ty's moist balls into his mouth while Maleece
engulfed his wet sperm residue dick into his mouth. Maleece could taste the
remnants of ass and cum on the dick, the mixed flavors causing him to fuck
into Malik harder with renewed vigor. Malik groaned and grunted underneath
him, suckling his boyfriend's balls while stroking his own dick between his
and Maleece's stomachs. Tyrone's dick started to harden midway, giving
Maleece's mouth and throat just enough mast to enjoy. He sucked and
swallowed as much of the dick as he could, feeling his loins and lust boil
over until his dick starting spurting heavy volumes of ball juice into
Malik's ass.


"UMPH...!UMPH...!UMPH...!UMPH...!" panted Maleece around Tyrone's dick.
	Malik could feel Maleece's cum shooting into his ass, and started
shooting his own load all over his chest and stomach. Maleece dropped
Tyrone's semi-hard prick from his lips as he collapsed down against Malik,
both men panting breathless after their duel orgasms.


"What TIME is it...?" asked Jessie, pulling up off of his
brother. "Shit..." he said, looking at the clock. "...we've got to get JOHN
to the church in an HOUR!"



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AFTERNOON


	Kane drove DMoney down to the docks [Pier-31 to be specific], where
Philadelphia still got about 40% of its worldwide imports. "What'r we doin'
down here...?" asked Money [sitting on the passenger's side], having
expected to be finally driven home.


"It's a surprise..." smiled Kane, steering his SUV up into a warehouse
being actively run by a working crew.
	Kane pulled into the large storage dwelling, then parked in front
of the manager's office. Money and Kane got out of the car as they were met
by a man Money instantly recognized as the bodyguard and liaison for the
Vinchelli family [one of the biggest MOB families in South Philly].


"KANE...!" smiled the Italian, greeting the 2 black men as if welcoming
them into his home.


"Frank..." smiled Kane, shaking the older man's hand firmly. "...thanks for
takin' CARE of those two problems for me...!"


 "Anytime. my friend...!" said Frank Castell, warmly. "What are business
partners for...? Any problem of YOURS is a problem of MINE, right...?"


"That's how I see it...!" agreed Kane. "You remember DMoney, rite...?"


"Of course..." said Frank, shaking Money's hand. "...POOH's guy! We're ALL
on the same side here now..., right?"
	Money shook Frank's hand reluctantly, knowing Frank was referring
to the DEAL he, Kane, and Kobe made behind his back. A deal HE was not a
part of.


"What PROBLEMS did Frank take care of...?" inquired Money, in the dark
about the 2 men's business agreement.


"uh..., Frank helped me get rid of a loose cannon..." said Kane, explaining
what happened to Cole Richman.


"Men need to KNOW their place in an organization like ours..." added Frank,
surrounded by several of his own bodyguards and henchmen. "...loose lips
and loose cannons with nothing to lose are a danger if caught by the
police...! They NEED to be taken care of before any problems could be
created that might jeopardize our operations...! As a precaution to
others!"


"And the OTHER problem...?" inquired Money.


"Oh..." chuckled Frank, "...I think you'll enjoy what we did with HIM...!"
added the older Italian, gesturing upward as the naked man [bound by
chains] started descending from the ceiling.
	Money felt his suspicions heighten as the body slowly descended
before him. The man [a black man] was bound with his hands overhead, a
black hood covering his head and face. However Money had seen his former
apprentice [Kobe Brown] naked enough to recognize him as the man descending
from the ceiling.
	Money felt a rush of emotions rippling through him, emotions
ranging from hurt and anger, to total rage and retaliation. It was all he
could do to keep from charging up on Kobe and viciously beating him while
he was still bound.


"THIS'S my surprise...!" announced Kane, ripping off Kobe's hood to reveal
his badly bruised face. Kobe's eyes widened with fear when he saw Money and
Kane standing before him. His mouth was taped shut so he couldn't speak, as
dried blood above his temple and a blackened eye showed the results of his
struggle for freedom. A bloody bandage covered his shoulder where he'd been
shot during a scuffle in the crack house [chap-39].
	Money walked about the hanging man, looking his naked [vulnerable]
body over curiously...


"What've you DONE to him...?" he questioned.


"Well..." answered Frank. "...after talking to Kane and finding out how he
tried to disrupt our operations..., I informed my MEN that we had a trader
in our midst...! Kane allowed us permission to teach the little punk the
error of his ways..., so you SEE the results...!" smiled the older man.
	As Money rounded the back of Kobe, he noticed the WHIP marks across
his back [an odd homage to the dark days of slavery], as well as dried cum
streaks streaming down the backs of his legs. At closer look, Money noticed
a black circular object blocking Kobe's anus. Reaching up between his tight
ass cheeks, Money pulled at the disc which seemed lodge UP Kobe's ass. Kobe
grunted and squirmed as Money tugged and pulled until the object started to
come out. A 6" fat butt-plug emerged from his ass. As the black butt-plug
was pulled from his extended anus, a flood of spent semen suddenly started
to pour from his ravished hole, spilling out all around the suctioning butt
plug and cascading down the backs of Kobe's legs onto the warehouse floor.


"What happened back here...?" asked Money, watching the massive loads drip
to the ground.


"Some of the guys got a little...AROUSED after we started to teach him a
lesson...!" explained Frank with a chuckle.
	Money examined Kobe's whippings. The wounds were superficial, not
bone deep, the blood was already dried. Money reached up and touched Kobe's
back, causing Kobe to wince in pain.


"Want SALT with that...?" asked Frank, taking the lid off his hot coffee
before throwing it onto Kobe's wounds. Kobe struggled against the chains
holding him in place as the coffee burnt into his skin.


"Cut him down...!" ordered Money.


"What the fuck...?!" questioned Kane. "You not feelin' SORRY for this
scumbag, are you...?"


"As Heads of our own organizations..., you can't show weakness for those
that try to oppose you...! You HAVE to be diligent and firm with their
punishment as an example to others...!" informed Frank.


"CUT HIM DOWN!" insisted Money, not trying to hear explanations.
	Frank motioned for one of his men to lower the chains and open the
locks. Kobe fell to the ground like a potato sack, his arms and legs too
numb to break his fall after so many hours of being hung in the air. Money
reached down and helped Kobe to his feet, then aided him all the way into
the back of Kane's SUV.


"I don't understand..." said Frank, watching Money take Kobe away. "...I
thought we all had an understanding here...?"


"We DO, Frank..." said Kane, trying to be the mediator. "...let ME talk to
Money...! He's been through a LOT lately!"


"Yeah...? Who hasn't...?" frowned Frank, not liking Money's actions. "You
make sure that ungrateful fuck KNOW what went to bat for his ass...! And
THIS'S the thanks we get...?!"


"I'll TALK to him, Frank...!" assured Kane. "Don't worry...! THANKS for
everything!" he added, unsure what was on Money's mind as he rushed over to
meet him at his SUV. "What THE FUCK was that all about...??!" he screamed
after getting in the driver's seat. "Frank went out of his WAY to hold onto
Kobe for YOU...! And THIS'S how you thank `em...??"


"Hangin' a NIGGA from the ceilin' and whippin' him like a SLAVE ain't my
idea of HELPIN' me..." argued Money. "...it's a STATEMENT against ALL OF
US!"
	Kane hesitated, trying to figure out Money's reasoning...?


"I don't think THAT'S what he meant..." he defended, having trusted Frank
more.


"Wake up...!" insisted Money, pointing out at all the dock workers. "Ain't
a single BLACK MAN in sight except for you, me, and the nigger they had
HANGIN' from the ceilin'...! They don't give a fuck about helpin' us retain
control..., they just wanted another nigger to fuck over with OUR
blessins!"
	Kane stared out at Frank and his unionized workers, then realized
Money might have a point! Starting the car, he backed out of the warehouse
with Frank and the others flagging them off irritatingly.


"Thanks Money..." said Kobe from the backseat, happy to be getting away
from his antagonists. "...I'm sorry for what I..."


"Don't thank me yet, nigga...!" yelled Money, turning around in his seat to
look back at his former henchman. "I ain't SAVE your ass cuz I like you and
wanted to rescue you..., I saved you cuz if ANYBODY'S gonna dish out yur
punish for what you did to me..., it's ME!"


"YEAH..." agreed Kane, putting the car in `drive' as he looked back at Kobe
though the rearview mirror. "...so sit back, shut up, and WAIT for yur
punishment Bitch!"
	Kobe said nothing as he laid down in the backseat, fearing what
might happen and wondering if he'd ever see the light of DAY again...?



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

RECEPTION


	The groom made it to the wedding in time, thanks to the efforts of
his best man [Jessie] and their friends from the overnight bachelor
party. Kelley Bradley was fit to be tied when she finally heard that they
arrived. She screamed and bitched, cursing out her bridesmaids and throwing
tantrums, angry that her fiance didn't bother to return any of her 15
messages!
	People could hear her screaming as they searched for their
seats. Jake was the one that went to calm her down, telling her that John's
cell phone was off and that they didn't discover it until they got to the
church. He assured her that John wasn't drunk, that he was eagerly waiting
to get married. Kelley thought Jake's reassurances were bullshit. She KNEW
her fiancé, and there was just no way he could be out all night with
`the boys' and not get smashed! But she agreed to go along with the
ceremony anyway, if only to make his life a living hell afterwards.


	The wedding went off without a hitch. Family and friends for both
sides filled the church. Everyone rose when the bridal music started and
the bride came walking down the aisle in white. John Valentine [who threw
up in the limousine on the way over] saw double as his bride walked down
the aisle. Jessie kept him from tipping over until he stood next to
Kelley. Jorge and June Valentine sat happily in the front row, along with
their son Jake who didn't want to be a part of the wedding party. They
supported the couple all through their nuptials, and celebrated outside by
throwing rice after they said: `I do'.
	The reception was a few blocks away at The South Side Hall, an
elegant room with crystal chandeliers and red velvet carpets. Seating was
for 200 guests, many associated with the law as police or electoral
politicians [associates John and Kelley befriended as an officer and the
daughter of a former commissioner]. Pictures were constantly being taken as
the married couple posed as graciously as they could, doing wedding party
photos, family photos, friends and well-wishers. They suffered through
first dances, the throwing of the garter belt and bouquet, dinner, and the
cutting of the cake. It was towards the end of the night when Kelley
Bradley-Valentine decided to leave the reception before the guests, that
she started to look for her missing husband. Jake volunteered to go search
the outside grounds and men's room to see if he was somewhere sneaking a
smoke? After checking outside, he wandered his way to the men's room [which
appeared to be empty]. Since he was there he decided to use the urinal to
relieve himself, when he suddenly heard the muffled sounds of someone
grunting. Familiar with restroom sex, he recognized the sound of someone
trying to keep quiet despite having a hard cock rammed up their ass.
	Jake looked underneath the stall doors to see two sets of feet with
their pants wrapped down around their ankles. Tip-toeing to the door, he
peeked through the cracks to see his brother John [the groom] bent over the
toilet getting butt fucked up the ass [again]. But this time it wasn't by
Jessie, Elliott, or one of the guys at the overnight party. This time it
was by John's patrol partner [Gabe], as he held the groom by the waist and
rammed his hips into his ass, butt fucking him from behind!
	Jake pulled back from the crack and wondered `what kind of monster
did we create...?'



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BONUS-SCENE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<


	John Valentine stood naked in the hotel shower, allowing the cold
water to sober him up. His hands rested against the shower wall as he stood
with his head hung down, water pouring off of his drenched head as he
stared at the contents running down the drain.
	John Valentine was a simple man: a white republican police officer
with a hankering for sports, beer, and pussy. He prided himself on being a
raving heterosexual, boning more women than he could count. He shared women
with his brother Jessie, and their partners [Gabe and Shane]. They often
had their picks of the litter: strippers, waitresses, prostitutes, etc. But
tonight, experiencing sex with a MAN for the first time, bought doubt into
the mind of a man who never doubted his purpose in the world as a
connoisseur of pussy.


"John..." called Jessie, startling him out of his daydream. "...how long're
you gonna stay in there...? The wedding's in less than an hour!"


"I'll uh..., I'll be right there..." announced John, snapping out of it.



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	During the limo ride, John kept having flashbacks of the night
before, while he was having sex with other men. He recalled Elliott sucking
his cock, then pushing him backwards while handcuffed to eat his
ass. John's cock stirred in his pants as he recalled Elliott's tongue
digging into his virgin hole, then feeling his dick slide inside. Who would
have ever guested that getting fucked by another man, feeling his cock
pierce his ass and fuck him deep, would be so life altering? John didn't
want to be gay, but he couldn't get the idea of getting fucked out of his
mind.


	At the church John had reservations about getting married. The new
turn of events at his bachelor's party put a lot of doubt in his mind. He
wanted to run off, to go BACK to his hotel room and continue what they
started. But then he thought of Kelley and his parents, and all the money
and time they spent in planning in preparation. He didn't want to be the
cause for disappointing so many guests. When he finally saw his beautiful
bride [all dressed in white], he was glad that he didn't run away. He
recalled all the times he and Kelley made love, and how much he really
loved eating and fucking her pussy, reminding himself that he was a PUSSY
man and NOT A FAG! He got married believing wholeheartedly that he loved
Kelley, and that his infatuation with men and getting fucked was just
temporary. He listened to the minister words to love and cherish his wife,
and placed the ring upon Kelley's finger believing he was still the MAN he
was before he bachelor's party. He lifted her veil and kissed her lips,
sealing the deal. He could hear his mother crying nearby.


	At the reception, things were so busy and so hectic that John
didn't have much time to think the bachelor party. They took pictures,
drank to toasts, danced, mingled, ate dinner, and cut the cake, celebrating
practically every second with the people that came out to wish them well.
	While Kelley was off with HER family, John's mind started to wander
back to the party. He excused himself from the table, and found his way
into the men's room. He was standing at a urinal [taking a leak] when his
partner Gabe came in.


"Nice wedding, man...!" he said, walking to the urinal next to John. "I
didn't think you'd go through with it...!"


"Why not...?" asked John curiously, wondering WHAT his partner knew?


"I pussy monger like YOU...?!" laughed Gabe, unzipping his pants [John
couldn't help looking down as his partner pulled out his pud]. "I just
couldn't SEE you settling down with ONE cunt when you had 10 more floating
around the city!"


"Every man wants to find love..." said John, his eyes still cast downward
as he watched Gabe's piss stream flow from his dick.


"Congratulations man..., the bachelor party was HOT...! I could just
imagine what Jessie had lined up for you afterwards...!" smiled Gabe,
glancing over at John. "Did you get LAID last night?"


"uh...yeah..." answered John, still staring at Gabe's dick.
	Gabe noticed John's lingering stare. "You okay...?" he asked.


"Huh...?" asked John, snapping out of his trance, unaware that he was
staring so long.


"You alright...?" asked Gabe again. "You were staring at my dick like you'd
never seen one before...!"


"I...I..." stammered John at a loss for words. "...I wasn't staring at your
dick...!" He lied.


"Sure you were...!" chuckled Gabe. "If you're an undercover cocksucker and
want one last fling before heading out on your honeymoon..., all you gotta
do is ASK to SUCK IT..., I'll let you!" he joked, not giving it much
thought.
	John's face flushed with guilt as his body tensed, staring straight
ahead at the wall. Gabe noticed John's uneasiness immediately. "um..., you
know I was just joking, man..." he felt the need to inform. "You OKAY...?
For REAL...? You seem kinda...annoyed...!" he asked again, reaching over to
pat John about the back.
	John broke away and ran into one of the stalls. Gabe quickly
followed, feeling responsible for his partner's sudden gloom.


"TALK to me, man..., what's wrong...?" he asked, cornering John in the
stall.


"I...I can't say..." said John, taking a seat on the toilet with his pants
up.
	Gabe stepped closer, placing his hand gently on John's shoulder as
John stared at the floor...


"I'm HERE for you, man..." he said, sincerely.
	John looked up from the floor to say `thanks', but his eyes were
diverted to Gabe's crotch. John noticed that Gabe [in his rush to follow
him into the stall] left his zipper down, his limp manhood dangling from
the opening.
	Gabe noticed John's eyes fixated on his crotch again. He looked
down to see his own cock hanging limply from his fly, then noticed the
hungry look on his partner's face. Gabe started to realize that his
innocent little `joke' by the urinals hit closer to home than he
thought. For a second he was shocked that his partner was gay for cock, but
then the idea of having a cock hungry partner sitting next to him on patrol
started to appeal to him, making him horny. John saw his partner's cock
starting to rise, and looked up into his eyes for clarity...
	Gabe simply smiled...


"If you WANT it, it's yours..." he said.
	John wasted no time leaning forward and taking the half hard cock
into his mouth. Gabe closed and locked the stall door behind him before
leaning back to watch his partner suck. As shocked as he was that John was
indeed a confirmed cocksucker, he was more surprised at how hungrily he
attacked his dick. John threw himself onto his partner's cock as if he
hadn't tasted cock in years. He dove halfway down on the steely rod
[gagging in the process], stabbing his throat on the end of his partner's
dick.
	Gabe was amused at his friend's attempt to swallow his rod whole,
he even grabbed the back of John's head and roughly pulled his face into
his crotch, forcing more cock down his throat. John felt the cock forcing
its way into him, and quickly [urgently] undid his pants to get at his own
raging erection trapped underneath his zipper. Without relinquishing Gabe's
rod, John managed to shove his pants down off his hips and wank his erect
cock. Gabe saw how eager John was to be face fucked, and took his friend's
head with both hands and started to bang his throat. John choked and gagged
on each deep inward thrust, but never gave up trying to be as wonderful a
cocksucker as Elliott and his little brother.


	After a few minutes of face fucking, choking, and gagged, Gabe
started to wonder exactly HOW GAY his partner was? Holding John's head in
his lap, Gabe reached down over the married man's back to test his asshole,
to see if it showed signs of wear from repeated fucks? John instinctively
arched his back when he felt his friend's hand creeping down his
spine. Gabe rubbed his middle fingers up and down John's ass crack, then
tried to shove a finger inside. John flinched from the dry breech as his
asshole tightened and gripped Gabe's finger in an automatic death
lock. Figuring John too tight to be totally gay, Gabe withdrew his fingers
[contented with just the blow job].
	However, John wanted to be fucked again. "Fuck me..." he moaned
around the mouthful of cock.


"Huh...?" asked Gabe, unable to decipher what his partner said.


"Fuck me...!" repeated John, pulling off Gabe's dick for a second.


"You get fuck too...?" asked Gabe, astonished.


"Yeah..." answered John, polishing the uncut head.


"No problem...!" smiled Gabe, pulling John up off the toilet seat.
	John turned around [facing away from Gabe], spitting onto his
fingers to rub over his tight asshole, lubing it for fucking. Gabe let his
pants fall to his ankles like John did, then stepped up behind him and
aimed his cockhead up between his partner's ass cheeks. John reached back
and grabbed Gabe's cock, then positioned it directly against his anus and
pushed back. Gabe felt the anal muscles resisting his entrance as the hole
tightened. John had to add more spit, then roughly shove one of his own
fingers up the slot before repeating. The second time Gabe managed to
submerge his cockhead. John groaned aloud as the dick penetrated his
amazing ring. Gabe grabbed hold of his waists as he took over direction,
and slowly sank the rest of his bare cock up his partner's ass.


"AARRRRHHHH...!!" grunted John as Gabe's pubic hair scratched softly
against his fuzzy ass.


"Damn you're tight...!" whispered Gabe, grinding against his partner. "You
don't get fucked often, that's for sure...!"


"I just got fucked for the first time last night...!" admitted John.


"At the hotel...?!" asked Gabe.


"Yeah...!" answered John. "Things got a little...wild...!"


"I see..." said Gabe, pulling back with his hips as his cock slowly receded
from the hole. John jacked his own erection with one hand, while leaning
against the back wall with the other, his back arched over the toilet bowl
to give his friend a better target to fuck.
	Gabe felt John's asshole choking his cock shaft as he withdrew. The
anus fought to repel the intruder, treating it like a bowel movement as the
muscles worked to extract it. Fortunately Gabe's cock was stronger as he
changed directions mid-stroke, then shoved back IN full length, reburying
his cock to the balls. John grunted out loud when the cock re-shifted. Gabe
started to work a steady in/out routine, sawing back and forth over the
sphincter muscles as he buried his rod repeatedly. He couldn't believe his
luck as he held his just married gay partner by the hips and fucked into
his guts. No one would believe him if he told them John Valentine [oldest
son of the legendary family of police officers] was a cock sucking
fudge-packer! Hell, HE wouldn't believe it if he wasn't currently standing
behind John stuffing his own cock up his ass!
	Blocking out HOW he might expose John's secret to the rest of the
Force, Gabe simply decided to enjoy the moment as he started to slam his
way through the fighting hole. At that moment the restroom door opened, and
in walked Jake Valentine, searching for his brother. Using the urinal, he
overheard the muffled grunts of someone getting fucked coming from one of
the stalls. He crept over to the stall door and peered through the cracks
to see his brother bent over the toilet bowl, getting fucked by his patrol
partner Gabe!
	Jake pulled back from the stall door and exited the restroom,
standing guard outside to give his brother privacy.


	Gabe heard the door close and knew whoever had come in and left. He
gripped John's hips tighter and started to fuck faster into his ass [not
wanting to run the risk of getting caught again]. John grunted and groaned
as he whacked his own cock, his eyes closed [like before] as he relived
last night in his memory. "Oh shit, I'm coming...!" he gasped as the cream
erupted from his flaring cock, spraying all over the toilet bowl beneath
him.
	Gabe could feel John's asshole flex and spasm wild and erratic
around his cock as he continued to fuck.


"Shit man..., I'm about to lose my load...!" he announced, fucking harder.


"Give it to me...!" begged John, pushing back against the hard
thrusts. "Give it to me! Fill me up with your wad, man!"


"Here it comes, buddy..." warned Gabe, clinging to John
tighter. "...AARRRRRHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed out loud [forgetting where
he was] as the cum rang from his pulsating cock and balls in heavy volume.


"Oh god..." groaned John, feeling the slippery warm liquid fill his
rectum. Gabe continued to thrust as his cock came, shooting a new wad of
cream with every inward ram of his dick, painting John's colon creamy with
his load.
	He collapsed against John's back for a moment as he savored the
feel of his partner's pulsating anus milking him dry. After a minute or two
he regained enough energy to stand upright and withdraw. The two men had
very little to say to one another as Gabe pulled up his pants and
underwear, while John ripped off a bundle of toilet paper to wipe with.
	Gabe exited the stall as he zipped his pants. John came out a few
moments later after flushing, his eyes cast downward towards the floor, too
ashamed to look his partner in the eye.


"This isn't gonna be WEIRD between us now, is it...?" asked Gabe, ripping
off a paper towel to dry his hands as he turned around to look at his
partner.


"No...no..." answered John, washing his hands [still refusing to look Gabe
in the eye].
	Gabe tossed the paper towel into the trash can.


"Good..." he said, before reaching back to grab a handful of John's ass
through his tuxedo. "...cause I plan on using a lot MORE of this in the
future...! Understand...?"
	John looked up into his partner's face for the first time since
they entered the men's room...


"Yes sir!" he smiled with glee.



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aka EUGENE MARVIN
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