Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 21:49:34 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: The District-42 THE DISTRICT-42 An Eye For An Eye Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH PHILLY Early poles put 53 yr old former police captain David L. McConnell ahead of 51 yr old reverend Malcolm H. Holmes after the embarrassing debate that portrayed Holmes as a lying, cheating, opportunist who took advantage of his congregation. In fact, many members of reverend Holmes's congregation resigned from his church, withdrawing donations and support. A formal investigation was launched for his misuse of power and practices as a spiritual leader. Women whose children he fathered turned to legal help to seek support of their children after learning they weren't the only ones taken advantage of. Reverend Holmes' young wife [Cassandra] left her husband, filing for divorce and going back to work full time as an exotic dancer. She gained minimal popularity after doing interviews for television, even going on talk shows to discuss how she met the good reverend while performing live on stage: "He used to come by to see me all the time...!" she said on Good Morning America. "He'd bring me flowers and jewelry, buy me things, take me to dinner...! Then one day he asked to take care of me..., saying he made a lot of money as a reverend and that I would never have to work again!" The interviews were devastating to Holmes' image, and placing him on the IRS list for misrepresenting accurate donation amounts for tax purposes. Holmes was looking at jail time for some of his actions. People were afraid he might become a flight risk, disappearing to another church somewhere down south and finding a whole NEW community to milk and corrupt. Reverend Holmes tried to stay out of sight for a while, canceling services and avoiding reporters who wanted answers for their television viewers. Holmes pulled up in back of his church [one day shortly after his world started to crumble], to sneak in through the back door and avoid running into complaining church members camping out front with picket signs. He got out of his car and walked in through the private entrance. His secretary had quit after receiving death threats for helping aid Holmes and his sick twisted affairs, leaving the reverend's office unsecure. Holmes entered his back office to find his former partner [Kane] seated behind his desk. Holmes looked startled, as if he'd just seen a ghost when Kane spun around in his black leather chair. "Been awhile, Reverend..." said the drug dealer, ominously. "Kane..." said Holmes, nearly jumping out of his skin. "...how did you get in here...?" "You're kiddin', rite...?" asked Kane, propping his feet up on Holmes' desk. "Ain't a door around I can't get into...!" smiled the prominent dealer. "And WHAT do I owe the pleasure of this visit...?" asked Holmes, placing his briefcase in a nearby chair. "You've no doubt SEEN the news..., I'm DOWN in the poles..., my congregations is gone..., my WIFE left me..., I'm being sued AND investigated..., WHAT could YOU possibly WANT for me...??!" "We had an arrangement..." reminded Kane. "HAD an arrangement..." repeated Holmes. "...PAST tense! Haven't you been listening...? My world is OVER! I'm NOT going to be Mayor! Hell..., I won't even have a CHURCH in a few weeks!" "YUR not the one listenin' Reverend..." said Kane, calmly [taking his feet down off the desk]. "As I was sayin'..., we HAD an arrangement..." continued the drug lord, picking up where he left off. "...but THEN I get word from YUR assistant Brian Dunn, that IF you managed to pull the upset and become mayor..., you were plannin' to TURN on me and use me and my gang as yur examples for cleanin' up the city!" "That's a LIE!" countered Holmes, vehemently [knowing his life was on the line]. "Brian Dunn is just a DISGRUNTLE employee I fired during the debate...! WHO do you think supplied McConnell with all the ammunition he used against me...?!" "So THAT'S all Dunn is..., a disgruntle employee...?" asked Kane, skeptically. "You CAN'T possibly take whatever HE says seriously..." reasoned Holmes, "...he's just bitter...! He KNOWS he's the reason my campaign's turned to shit!" Kane stood up. Reverend Holmes steeled himself, unsure whether or not Kane would accept his explanation or jump across the desk at him? He watched carefully as the drug dealer reached behind his back [for a gun?]..., then threw a small tape recorder down onto the desk top. Holmes looked confused... "Dunn TAPED some of yur conversations..." said Kane, enjoying the shocked look on the reverend's face. "...I HEARD the parts that confirms what he says...!" "N...n...n...now Kane...you...you can't TRUST what you heard on those tapes...!" stammered Holmes, SURE Kane heard something damaging. "I...I...I'm SURE some of it was taken out of context...!" "I always KNEW we were an ODD partners, Reverend..." said Kane, casually walking around the desk. "...I KNEW one of us would eventually TURN on the other..." he admitted, nonchalantly. "...but I always figured it'd be ME!" "No honor among thieves, eh...?" asked Holmes, having had a checkered background of his own. "Every criminal knows there's an end of the road...!" informed Kane. "What're you gonna do...?" asked Holmes, nervously. Just then [on cue] the reverend's office door opened, and in walked some of the people that had been picketing outside, their signs still present in their hands. Holmes backed away, certain it was angry congregation members looking for blood. However a closer inspection of the faces showed that the people piling into his office were all men, MEN that had appeared at the Debate to side against him in McConnell's honor. "Wha...what's THIS all about...?" he asked, looking back at Kane. "Well..." said the drug lord, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "...I thought about WAYS of getting' back at you...!" he admitted. "Kickin' yur ass...? Stealin' that pretty stripper wife of yurs...? Get my gang to GANGBANG you...?" he thought openly, each suggestion making the reverend cringe with afterthought. "But THEN Dunn came up with the idea that I should let the MEN you fucked over have their revenge...!" Holmes looked back into the faces of all the men now standing in his office. He recognized every one of them. Men he counseled. Men he consoled. Helped. Prayed for. "Revenge...?" he asked, looking into their angry eyes. "How could you seek revenge on someone who HELPED you...?! Someone who PRAYED for you...?!" "Someone who FUCKED us...?!" asked Eugene Pruett [an engaged man Holmes talked into proving his manhood before marrying his fiancé]. {Roswell Heights chap-12, pt-2}. "You had a CHOICE!" argued Holmes. "You took advantage of us!" shouted Jerome Taylor [a man who lost his entire family to the reverend's lustful influence]. {RH}. "You were WEAK!" cried Holmes. "I was SCARED!" reasoned Zeff Underwood [a terrified gay teen looking to be turned straight]. {RH chap-12, pt-3} "You all WANTED it...!" defied Holmes. "You impregnated my WIFE...!" said Milton Howard [having raised one of Holmes' children as his own]. {My Wife's Brother's spin off story: Bruthaly Luv}. "Mine too!" "Mine too!" "Same here...!" Holmes looked frightened as he backed away, hoping for some sort of divine intervention... "KANE..." he cried, as the men started to close in. "...u...you CAN'T let this happen to me...! The POLICE'll wonder who killed me...!" "Ain't nobody said nothin' bout killin' you..." laughed Kane, as the strong fist of Milton Howard landed across his face, nearly knocking the rev to the floor. "...yur just gonna WISH you were dead!" Reverend Holmes tried to escape Milt's fury by running around his desk, but was punched again by another man whose wife he impregnated. "FUCKER!" yelled Richard Hartings, slamming his fist into the reverend's mouth, bloodying his lip. Holmes fell backwards into a lamp table, smashing it under his dead weight before crashing to the floor "HELP!" he screamed, trying to crawl away. Hands roughly grabbed him and threw him across his desk, knocking the clutter to the floor. Someone grabbed his wrists, pulling his torso face down over the desk top. Holmes could feel hands fighting to undo his belt, yanking his pants and gentlemen boxers down off his ass. "HELP ME SOMEONE! HEELLLPPPP...!!" "Can't NOBODY hear you!" said Robert Watts, thinking of all the money he spent unwittingly raising someone else's child. Jerome Taylor wrapped the reverend's belt around his fist like a whip, then gently ran his left hand over the rev's dark fat buttock. "This might STING a little..." he warned, before WHIPPING the reverend across the ass cheeks. "Ahhhhhhhh...!!" screamed Holmes, feeling the sting shoot to his brain. "I believe the Bible says something about 40 whacks with switch...?" questioned Jerome, whipping Holmes's ass repeatedly. "AHHHHHHHHH...YOU FUCKERS...! I'll KILL YOU...!" [WHACK} "AHHHHHHHH...!" "How FAR are you willing to take this, Milt...?" asked Marlon Overton [Milt's lover], grabbing his brother in-law by the arm. "As FAR as we need to...!" said Milt, getting more angry every time he thought of losing his daughter Jannetta through a paternity test. While Jerome whipped reverend's Holmes's ass for raping him and his wife, 18 yr old Malivai Brown stood on the sidelines and watched. He too had been fucked over and taken advantage by reverend Holmes, believing him a man of compassion and knowledge. Malivai's mother convinced him to go to the reverend for help, to `talk' him out of his wicket ways and become more god like. However Holmes took it upon himself to trick Malivai into having sex with him, forever darkening the boy's spirit and turning him completely gay! [at least that's how Malivai saw it]. As Jerome reached his fortieth whack with the reverend's belt, Malivai unzipped his pants, then walked over behind the reverend and waited... Everyone froze solid as they stopped and stared, wondering if the boy would go through with what he was planning? None of the men picketing outside mentioned actually fucking the reverend [although it may have entered their minds], but watching the 18 year old on the verge of acting out what nearly ALL of them were thinking, had them all silently praying he would. Mal stepped up closer behind the reverend, then without any warning, quickly aimed his dick and RAMMED it straight up the reverend's ass. "AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!!" screamed Holmes, feeling the dickhead and 7" shaft penetrate his extra ultra-tight anal ring. A feeling of reparation filled the office area as Malivai slammed his pubic bone into the reverend's hard ass, sheathing his entire muscle up the reverend's virgin chute for the first time. "I think you need a CLEANSING, Reverend..., what do YOU think...?" asked Malivai, using the reverend's own term against him as he held onto the big man's hips as he started to fuck. Hands continued to hold onto Holmes's wrists, keeping him prisoner across his own desk. Malivai started fucking, pulling back and slamming forth with his hips, fucking the older man as he fucked him months ago when he came to the reverend for clarity [chap-4]. No one knew the reverend was fucking him, not even his mother who praised the reverend for taking the time out to mentor her son. The reverend knew Malivai had no father figure at home. He knew the boy was confused and upset about his sexuality, taking out his frustrations by stealing cars and vandalizing property. But instead of nurturing the kid, reverend Holmes promised to cure his sexual ambivalence by giving his body what it craved most, thereby curing him of his torments. However, all Malivai got out of all his sessions were a sore asshole filled with the reverend's displaced spooge. Malivai fucked the reverend as hard as he could, building up speed and momentum as he held onto his thick waist and fucked into his vulnerable ass. Since escaping reverend Holmes and deciding his homosexuality was his gift and not his curse, Malivai has spent most of his time with men in the submissive position, getting fucked as often as he could. Strangely enough, reverend Holmes DID help him achieve a ONE with his sexuality, forcing him to accept his place in life as a submissive homosexual man. While he could admit that the reverend's antics did help him FIND himself, he just couldn't condone the way the reverend took advantage of his innocence, tricking him into submission instead of allowing him to discover it on his own. Every time he thought of how disgusted and degraded he felt towards himself after leaving the reverend's `special sessions', he get more angry, fucking harder. Soon he was slamming his pelvis into the reverend's ass so hard, that slapping noises started to echo off the walls. His thrusts elevated as Holmes's painful wails escalated. He liked hearing the reverend's wails, knowing HE was the cause. Holmes struggled to free his hands, but the men holding them [one on each arm] were strong, keeping him pinned across the table. He could feel Malivai's dick fucking into his ass, breaking through his virginal anal ring with every stroke. He tried tightening his asshole around the teenager's penis, keeping the boy from reaching any substantial depths. But despite his attempts to limit Mal's stroke, the fact that he stole his virginity in the first place [in front of a room full of men] was disturbing! Holmes wanted to KILL Malivai for fucking him; for violating his manhood in front of the others. At least when HE fucked the boy [reasoned Holmes], he did so in complete privacy, no one knew what was happening behind closed doors. Holmes could see the men standing around watching. Some of them had satisfying looks of atonement written across their faces, which indicated vindication in watching him get fucked by another man. Holmes hoped THAT meant they would let him go afterwards, sparing him the indignity of having to take them ALL on one by one. Unfortunately he also noticed quite a few of them nursing mounting erections in their pants, casually caressing him as they watched him lose his virginity to a teenager. "uhhh..." groaned Malivai from behind, a sure sign that his torment was about to come to an explosive end. Malivai held onto the reverend's waist tighter, fucking his big dark-skin ass harder as he drove his dick into the hole and screamed... "I'm coming...!" "Shoot your load up the bastard's ass, kid!" shouted one of the angry men. Mal rammed his dick in one last time and unloaded, screaming like a kid on his first carnival ride! "AAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRR...!!!" Everyone in the room knew he was shooting his load in the reverend, deflowering his once masculine ass, turning his man's anus into a pussy! Malivai shook and shuddered as he came. Shooting his teen cum up someone's ass was a new experience for him. He had mixed emotions about it. He wasn't totally turned off by the idea of topping someone, however being on the bottom just felt more natural. He pulled out of the reverend's ass after coming, stumbling backwards after being nearly drained of his essence. "Relax kid..., you did good..." said Kane, catching him. No one noticed in particular when Kane's left hand cupped the boy's bare ass as he helped him walk across the room... "I'm NEXT...!" said Milton Howard, undoing his pants. "Milt..." called his brother in-law [Marlon], knowing how his boyfriend felt about the reverend. "Stay out of this Marlon..., it's between ME and HIM...!" said the married father of one. Milt nodded towards the 2 men holding Holmes's arms down across the table, then stroked his dick into complete erection. "Revered HOLMES here's been boning my wife Demeece ever since she was a teenager herself..." he explained to the men as they watched him ready to give comeuppance to his antagonist. "...and he continued fucking her even AFTER marrying us here in this very church..." he added, hearing the sympathetic groans from his fellow man. "...then got her pregnant with our first child, leaving me to believe her as MINE...!" "FUCK that mother fucker!" yelled one of the men. "Bust his ass wide open!" shouted another. "He even went as far as to have me arrested and charged with assault when I confronted him about it..." said Milt, stroking a stiffy. "...NOW's where I get retribution for all the pain and anguish you've caused my family...!" he concluded, before ramming his 9.5" dick straight up the reverend's cum lined asshole. "AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGG...!!!!!" screamed the reverend, bolting when the long hard penis broke through his tight resisting anus and burrowed deep into his bowels. Holmes ripped his hands from his captors as he raised his torso off the desk. Milton held his ground as he quickly put the reverend in a headlock, locking his arms behind the big man's head while trapping the reverend's arms within the crook of his inner elbows [all while keeping his erection thoroughly embedded up the reverend's ass]. "WHERE do you think you're going...?" asked Milton, slamming the reverend face down against the desk. Holmes's forehead slammed into the desk top, causing him to see stars. Milt secured his grip on Holmes before he started pumping, thrusting his hips back and forth as he started to drove his dick in and out of his tight gripping anus. Marlon [Milt's lover] watched his boyfriend fuck the reverend. He couldn't help but be a little jealous seeing his lover's dick lodged up another man's ass, but he understood it was for revenge, not lust. Milt used his feet to step himself OUT of his pants and shorts, freeing his legs to give himself more freedom to fuck. With his arms locked behind the reverend's head, he wasn't able to get the hard strokes he wanted [to cause the rev as much pain as possible], so he lifted one leg up onto the edge of the desk, changing the angle of his dick, allowing him deeper access as the reverend groaned [painfully] out loud. With one leg up on the desk and Holmes in a secured headlock, Milt started fucking. He wasn't able to long dick his captive, but he was able to penetrate his gut, making each inward thrust very uncomfortable. Reverend Holmes could feel Milton's dick digging into his gut, surpassing Malivai's length which only fucked his rectum. He could feel the dick sliding through his colon, even pushing up into his large intestines. Indeed Holmes now knew what he felt like to be fucked. All the years he spent tricking, coercing, convincing, and manipulating his way into people's pants, now HE knew what it felt like to be violated balls deep, and he wasn't sure he could survive the torture. Milton fucked the reverend with deep penetrating but shallow strokes for a while, enjoying the tight grip the resisting sphincter gave as it tried to clamp against his thrusting shaft and force him out. However when his conspirators retook the reverend's hands [once again holding him face down across the desk], Milt was able to stand upright and FUCK the reverend like he wanted. Holmes instantly regretted when Milt placed both feet on the floor and started to pick up the pace of his stroke. Gripping the reverend tightly about the hips, he fucked hard into his bent over man's hard ass, slamming his pelvic bone into the solid ass cheeks with growing strength. Holmes's wails rose in volume as Milt's fuck thrusts increased. His hips were slamming into the rev's backside like car crash, he had no qualms about butt fucking the man who wrecked his family, stealing away the child he thought he fathered himself. Every time Milt thought about how disappointed he felt upon learning Jannetta was never his, the angrier he got. Soon he was fucking reverend Holmes so deep and hard that the heavy oak desk started to move against the carpeted floor. Everyone could tell he was putting the strength of ANGER behind his thrusts. No one wanted to be on the receiving end [not even Marlon] when Milt was angry. He POUNDED Holmes's vigorously, his thick strong dick penetrating 9+ inches deep with every powerful stroke. He must have rammed his dick into the reverend's ass nearly a 1000 times before he made the final plunge... Marlon instantly recognized the signs that Milton was about to cum. He saw his body tensing as the muscles in his next and shoulders popped with strain. Milt clenched his teeth as a grim expression of lust and anger cross his face simultaneously. "Take that nut up your ass you low life piece of shit...!" he yelled, grinding against the big man's buttock. "AARRRRHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed as he came, shooting massive amounts of wickedly hot cum directly into the man's entrails. "AAHHHHHHHHH...!!" screamed Holmes, feeling the big dick pulse inside him. Milton yanked his dick out of the reverend's ass even before he finished coming, spilling most of his sizable load onto the carpeted floor beneath him. Taking out his anger and roughly butt fucking the man was one thing, but giving his body the gift of his cum was something Milt only intended to share with his lover. He immediately regretted seeding the man's innards, knowing it would take away some of the pain if the OTHERS decided to fuck him. Marlon ran over and gently pulled Milt away, seeing the anguish still written across his unsatisfied face. "No amount of revenge'll make up for what he did to you, Milt...!" he reasoned, wrapping his arm around his back. "Jannetta's still YOUR daughter if you want her to be..., YOU'RE the only daddy's she's ever known!" 23 yr old Eugene Pruett climbed on top of the desk between the reverend's outstretched arms. Jacking his dick, he lifted the reverend's head then shot cum all over his face. Holmes [who had been in a daze after Milt's fuck] felt the warm wet droplets sprinkling against his face. When he opened his mouth in protest, Eugene aimed the next shot between his lips and shot s huge wad across the rev's tongue. Holmes felt the steam gush into his mouth and swallowed instinctively, regretting it immediately as the taste violated his mouth and throat. Behind, Jerome Taylor helped spread the reverend's hard muscled ass cheeks for the next dick. 49 yr old Richard Hartings stepped up behind the reverend, his ultra-thick 8" dick poised for fucking as it stood standing outside his zipper. As it approached, Jerome pulled Holmes's cheeks apart further, making a bigger, better target. Grateful, Hartings quickly rammed himself straight inside, burying nearly all of his wrist thick dick with one mighty plunge. "AARRRHHHHHHHHHHGG...!!" yelled Holmes, feeling another big dick penetrated his sore ring. Hartings had 6 kids with his wife Missy, only to learn that 2 of them wasn't his. When he thought of all the years he spent feeding and clothing those children [not to mention vacations, Christmases, birthdays, etc], he just want to put his hands around the reverend's neck and squeeze until his eyeballs pop from his head. But knowing he couldn't kill a man without suffering the consequences, butt fucking him through anal torture seemed a close second comeuppance. After Eugene finished hosing the reverend's face, Hartings flipped the big man over on his back, tossing his tree trunk legs into the air like a pregnant lama. With the reverend in an even MORE submissive position, he re-rammed his dick back up his ass and resumed fucking, showing no mercy and pounding his ass hard while holding onto his meaty thighs. "Y...you BASTARDS wont...won't get away with this..." threatened Holmes, unable to see out of one cum glued eye. "We could fuck you every day of the week..." said Hartings, not missing a single stroke as he fucked. "...and won't a single cop arrest us after what YOU did...! In fact..." he added, giving it some thought, "...we SHOULD fuck you every day of the week, just to show you how badly you fucked US over!" "N...NO...PLEASE..." begged Holmes, thinking of reliving the pain every day... "Yeah..." agreed Jerome, climbing onto the table to squat over the reverend's face. Holmes saw Jerome's well fucked asshole descending towards his face [like a big brown moon], and tried to turn his head in avoidance. "...we're all tired of taking your shit...!" added Jerome, before dilating his anal muscles and allowing the excess cum inside him to spill out like spilled milk. Holmes saw the milky mass escaping Jerome's pouty anal lips, dripping down onto his face like a skin cream, even as he tried to avoid it. Jerome had been fucked by one or two of the picketers while they waited for the reverend to return to the scene of the crime. He couldn't help himself after being turned into a sex fiend by Kane and the reverend, a subservient they both used to further their popularities. However the difference between Kane and Holmes was that Kane picked Jerome to be his Project Slut while Holmes turned him and his wife out to the congregation, allowing fellow members to fuck them and eventually causing his whole family to become sluts. While Jerome could forgive Kane for turning his life upside down and making him LOVE dick, he couldn't extend the same courtesy to Holmes who ruined his home and marriage. Hartings was hammering into Holmes's ass, locking his huge hands about the reverend's thighs as he pulled his ass towards him upon each inward stroke. Holmes could feel the man's powerful pelvis slamming into his buttock, driving his wrist thick dick 8+ inches with every thrust. The pain caused Holmes to open his mouth in agony, allowing Jerome to aim his farting asshole directly over his face as a cascade of cum flowed directly into the reverend's open mouth. "ARRRRHHHH...I'm comin'...!!" announced Hartings, grinding his dick balls deep and causing Holmes to scream out in pain while choking on the cum deluge streaming from Jerome's anus. Hartings churned his meaty rod around in the reverend's hole, emptying his balls in his rectum. Holmes squirmed about in discomfort while trying to spit the anal sperm out of his mouth before accidentally swallowing it. As soon as Hartings pulled out, other men lined up to fuck Holmes's ass, each with a vendetta of his own. Each scorned by Holmes's actions. At some point they dragged him down onto the middle of the floor on all fours, then fucked him like a dog. Across the room 18 year old Malivai Brown was seduced and fucked by Kane on the sofa, before anyone really realized what Kane was up to, he had the boy stripped naked and bouncing up and down on his 9.5" dick. Feeling more in control as a bottom, Malivai rode Kane's hard-on until he came inside him, shooting straight up in his ass. Malivai climbed off Kane's shrinking manhood, then calmly walked over to Holmes [whom by now was lying on his back on the floor] and sat down directly on his face. Reverend Holmes's dick started to harden as he instinctively shoved his tongue up Mal's ass [reminiscent of old times]. Holmes could taste the spent cum already oozing from the boy's just fucked hole [like a cream filled doughnut] as he drilled his tongue inside. Mal reached down and roughly pulled his own ass cheeks apart, allowing the reverend's tongue to probe deeper. The man fucking Holmes shot deep into his asshole, then gently pulled out before walking away. As the reverend's legs fell back to the carpet, his big hard dick sprung up at attention [already leaking strands of pre-cum]. Malivai was grinding his ass against the reverend's face, forcing him to finish eating the cum from his ass when the men [all depleted in their balls] decided to leave. Mal was stroking his dick as the reverend rammed his tongue in and out of his shitter. Jerome [who had been on his way out the door] saw the reverend's erection, and couldn't resist crouching down over it, sitting directly on it as it slipped easily up inside him. Reverend Holmes groaned into Mal's ass. Maliva shot his load instantly across the carpet, loving the vibration from the reverend's deep rooted groans. Reverend Holmes felt Mal's asshole clamp down on his embedded tongue just as Jerome's silky asshole hit rock bottom on his dick, sending the reverend over the edge as he immediately shot his wad straight up into Jerome's innards. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH PHILLY Jahleem was making a drug sale outside B-Building in Roswell Heights, when a strange car pulled up into one of the parking spaces with its headlights on, shining the directly on him. Jahleem squinted to see who it was, when MarliQ Johnson suddenly got out of the passenger's seat. "LEEK...!" he cried out loud, happy to see his friend. MarliQ looked over, signaling hello with a discreet slight nod of the head. "Yo..." called someone from the driver's seat, causing MarliQ to turn around. "...I'll be BACK to pick you up in about an hour..., make SURE you got everything you're gonna bring!" "Aiight." said MarliQ [looking slightly embarrassed] as his lover/boyfriend/roommate backed out of the parking space and took off. "Hey..., WHO was that...?" asked Jahleem, trying to get a glimpse of the driver. "Manny." answered MarliQ walking by, on his way into the building. "You movin' IN with `em...?" suspected Jahleem, after days on end of missing his friend. "Yeah..., what's it to you...?" answered MarliQ, defensively. "Juss wonderin', man...!" said Jahleem, not trying to start an argument. "So yall startin' a relationship...?" he inquired, curiously. "What's with all the damn questions...?" asked MarliQ, stopping at the elevator after pushing the button. "I'm juss curious, man..." said Jahleem, sensing MarliQ's apprehension about talking about it. "You LOVE `em...?" he asked suddenly, out of the blue. MarliQ laughed... "So what'r we havin'..., a heart to heart...?" he asked, annoyed. "You wanna make FUN of me for movin' IN with another guy...?" he challenged. "If it was'n for YOU and Tyrone FUCK'N me every chance yall got..., I mite NOT be hooked on it now...!" he argued angrily, before stepping onto the elevator. "Find somebody else to fuck when you feel like destroyin' a man dignity!" he concluded as the elevator doors closed in Jahleem's face. MarliQ rode up to his floor, thinking briefly about his life and HOW he got to where he is now. He still had to tell his mother and his brothers that he was moving out. How would his mother take him moving IN with one of her exes? He dreaded telling her. How would his brothers take it? MarliQ had been taking care of them nearly half their lives, ever since their mother became a crackhead and started banging every `john' she met in the bar that paid her any attention. But with Amir now back on his feet after getting shot [chap-31], and selling drugs to earn money to help support the family, MarliQ felt that HE might be ready to take over the responsibilities for a change? Entering the apartment, MarliQ immediately caught a glimpse of Ronnie jumping up off Amir's lap [Amir's big erection swaying wetly in the air], both boys scurrying to grab their clothes. "Relax, it's NOT mom...!!" said MarliQ, heading straight for his room, assuming their mother must still be at the bar [picking up her next date]. "Hey..." called Amir, following MarliQ [his hard-on bouncing up and down as he walked]. "...where you been lately...? Kane's been lookin' for you!" "I'm moved out..." said MarliQ coldly, grabbing an old suitcase from the bottom of his closet. "...I'm jus here for a few things!" "Moved out...?" questioned Ronnie, following behind Amir. "Why...?" "I'm over 21 now..., don't you think it's bout TIME I went out on my own...?" asked MarliQ, somewhat flipped. "WHO you movin' with...?" asked Amir. "Jahleem...? Tyrone...?" "Why's everybody askin' me so many questions...?!" yelled MarliQ, frustrated. "Why can't I jus DO what I wanna do without everybody badgerin' me...?!" "We just...wanted to know WHERE..." said Ronnie, feeling sad and dejected. Amir frowned at MarliQ's response... "C'mon Ronnie..." he said, putting his arm around his little brother [protectively]. "...let's go...! He don't CARE about US anymore...!" MarliQ felt a piece of his heart rip from his chest upon hearing his brother say that. He knew leaving his little brothers behind wouldn't be easy, but he didn't see it going THIS way either. He didn't understand why he was so angry? Why was he alienating himself from his family and friends just to move in with Manny? If he really didn't want to, why was he doing it? Amir and Ronnie returned to the living room to resume making love. They knew it would be a few more hours before their mother stumbled in high or drunk, towing some loser in behind her to fuck all night. Amir bent his brother over the arm of the couch, then shoved his face up in his ass and started re-lubing his hole with his tongue. Ronnie moaned softly as Amir ate his ass, arching his back to spread his cheeks. Just then the front door flew open... "WHO THE HELL...??!" shouted Amir [startled], pulling his face from his brother's ass. "Oh shyt..." shocked Jahleem, catching the brothers getting freaky. "...I waz juss...I waz look'n for Leek...!" "He inna bedroom, packin'...!" snarled Amir, feeling embarrassed as he hid halfway behind the sofa. Jahleem headed for MarliQ's room, leaving the younger boys to pick up where they left off. He walked into Leek's room, as he was packing. "Hey..." he laughed, "...I think yur lil' brothas'r bout to GET IT ON...!" he informed. "How long've they been fuckin' each other...?" "What'r you DOIN' here, Jah...?" asked MarliQ, pulling clothes out of his draws. "I do'n think you shood move IN with ole boi..." said Jahleem, easing into the messy room. "Whudda YOU care where I sleep...?" asked MarliQ, not even bothering to look back. "Oh yeah..., you WON'T be able to FUCK me nomore..., that's why you care...! Rite?" "Look..., if you really LIKE ole boi and really wanna MOVE IN wit `em, then GO for it...!" said Jahleem, giving his blessings. "But I do'n think you shood move IN wit `em..., cuz you do'n SEEM like you wanna...!" he advised. "If you wanna BLAME me and Ty for makin' you LIKE git'n fuk'd..., then BLAME us then, okay...? Cuss us OUT! Call us names! Whoop our asses if it makes ya feel betta...! But do'n go movin' IN wit sum dude cuz his DICK is tellin' you whut to do! If you wanna git fuk'd more often, then I'LL fuk ya..., you do'n hafta MOVE IN wit dat freak!" "I don't kno' WHAT I want...!" admitted MarliQ, turning to face his friend [leaning back against his waist high dresser]. "I don't wanna be gay..." he added, feeling torn. "...but..." "But you really LIKE git'n fuk'd...?" questioned Jahleem, understanding MarliQ's plight. He looked at the big guy, the `gentle giant' at 6'0" and 230 pounds of baby phat. Nobody fucked with MarliQ in the streets because of his massive presence, his angry look and body mast was definitely intimidated to most people at first glance. But Jahleem and Tyrone knew he had another side, a softer side that liked to laugh, joke, and be affectionate. Jahleem walked over to him, feeling sorry that HE was one of those who put the doubt in his mind in the first place. "Ain't nothin' WRONG wit bein' bisexual..." said Jahleem, placing his hand gently on MarliQ's belly. "...inna way, we ALL are...!" he admitted. "You can't go round fuk'n as many niggas as WE do an' NOT git effected by it!" "But I ain't neva seen YOU or Ty get fucked b'fore..." argued MarliQ. "...somehow YALL managed to keep yall manhood intact without bein'...changed...!" "We was'n force fed FUC by Kane neither...!" reasoned Jahleem. "It ain't YUR fault dat you got addicted to git'n fuk'd inna ass..., but now dat you kno' its whut ya like..., do'n beat yourself UP about it! Juss go wit the flow and enjoy it if you like it...! AIn't nobody judgin' you!" MarliQ couldn't help staring down at Jahleem's sagging crotch, his mind wandering back to the last time he saw him erect... "Do YOU like fuckin' me...?" he asked, curiously. "Yur jokin' rite...?" asked Jahleem. "You KNO I like full figured gurlz..." he reminded, having seen the types of chicks they both liked. "...YUR ass's like one'a tha BESS I eva had!" MarliQ beamed... "Yeah...?" he asked, having been told the same thing by Manny Michaels. "WHY you think me and Ty came back so often...?" asked Jahleem, bringing clarity to the situation. "I...thought it was jus to humiliate me...?" responded MarliQ. "Naw man..." smiled Jahleem. "...its cuz we BOTH kno' whut good ass ya got!" "So...you DON'T want me to move in with Manny...?" asked MarliQ. "FUK NO!" answered Jahleem, honestly. "If ya wanna move IN wit sumbody, move in wit ME...! Tyrone juss moved outta couple'a days ago! I cood use a roommate...!" MarliQ thought... "Movin' in with YOU'll change our friendship..." he said, thoughtfully. "Or..., it'll make it even betta...!" reasoned Jahleem. "Think'a all the puzy we can fuk together..., THEN all tha fuk'n WE can do after...!" MarliQ smiled... "I do still like pussy..." he informed. "Then it's settled then..., rite?" asked Jahleem, holding out his hand to shake. MarliQ looked down at Jahleem's slim fingers... "What'll I tell Manny when he comes back for me...?" he asked, shaking Jahleem's hand. "Tell `em to fuk off!" suggested Jahleem. The 2 men laughed aloud as they stood shaking hands for a few minutes, then Jahleem suddenly [unexpectedly] reached out and cupped MarliQ by the back of the neck, "aww...fuk it...!" he said to himself, pulling Leek's head in closer for a kiss. MarliQ was taken by surprised when Jahleem's large [but soft] lips touched his own. The 2 men stood in his bedroom kissing, swapping spit as they shared each other's tongues, heads and mouth twisting and turning in heated desire... Jahleem stepped in closer, pressing his slim body up against MarliQ's thicker one, grinding against him [crotch to crotch] as he leaned back against the dresser. MarliQ could feel his friend's big dick pressing into him, and even though he couldn't really bring himself to say it out loud yet, he really wanted IT inside him! He put his hands around Jahleem's slim waist, feeling his hips grinding into him. Jahleem pulled MarliQ's shirt up over his belly, exposing his meaty chest. Breaking away from kissing, he took one of MarliQ's hairy tits in his mouth and started sucking. "Oh shit..." moaned MarliQ, cradling his buddy's head in his hand as he nursed upon his chest. Jahleem nibbled and bit the fat raisin like nipple, swirling his tongue about the areola before switching tits. MarliQ reached down and started feeling between Jahleem's legs, feeling the long hard pole through the baggy pants. Jahleem pulled MarliQ away from the dresser and led him over to the bed, pulling off his shirt as he started to strip him naked. MarliQ took over peeling off his own clothes as Jahleem started undressing himself. Both men couldn't keep their eyes off one another as MarliQ admired Jahleem's long slender muscled body, while Jahleem admired MarliQ's thick fuller mast. As soon as they were naked he pushed MarliQ's up onto the bed. MarliQ got onto his hands and knees on all fours as Jahleem got in behind him, spreading his hairy ass cheeks with his hands. "Dam whut a pretty ass..." he groaned, staring down at the asshole before pressing his face into crevice. MarliQ moaned softly when he felt Jahleem's warm wet tongue wash over his sensitive spot. Jahleem peels the cheeks apart further before driving his tongue into the hole, tasting the unmistakable reminisce of someone else's cum... "You'd been FUK'D recently...?" he asked, pulling back. "Oh shit..." said MarliQ, having forgot. "...yeah..." he admitted, looking back over his shoulder. "...Manny fucked me when he got home from work...!" "Hope he enjoyed it..." said Jahleem, climbing up on top of his friend before sliding his long uncut dick along his ass crack. "...cuz its tha LASS TIME he gonna git any of it...!" "So you planning on keepin' me all to yurself...?" teased MarliQ, feeling Jahleem press his dickhead up against his dark hole. "I MITE share ya e'ry once inna while wit Tyrone..." said Jahleem. "...seein' how we hommies an' all..., but yur boi Manny's OUT OF THA FUCK'N PICTURE! Got it?" he asked as he pushed in. "Got it!" said MarliQ, feeling Jahleem's dick slide into him. Jahleem thrust all the way inside, then ground his pelvis into his ass, churning his dick around in the gut and claiming the hole as his own. He leaned in over MarliQ's back as he began thrusting in and out of his ass, feeling the warm wetness of Manny's cum inside [coating his dick]. MarliQ felt the dick sliding through him, moving about inside like a new tenant. He could feel Jahleem's light [140 lbs] weight on his back, his knotty pubic hair scratching against his ass cheeks every time he ground against him. He supported Jah's weight on his knees and elbows, his ass hiked high in the air to make an inviting target which Jahleem hit bulls-eye with every stroke. It was while his buddy was balls deep inside him that he realized they left his bedroom door wide open, leaving them vulnerable for his brothers Ronnie and Amir to catch them if they decided to pass by on route to the john. But when MarliQ tried to get up to close the door, Jahleem refused to pull out, having become as addicted to his ass as MarliQ had to his dick. "It'll only take a second..." reasoned MarliQ, wanting total privacy while getting fucked. "Yur brothas waz inna livin' room NECKED when I walked in earlier..." reminded Jahleem, keeping his dick firmly planted. "...I do'n think they'd be tha least bit phased if they walked by an' caught us!" "What if my MOM walks in and catches us...?" asked MarliQ, worried. "Then she'd be jealous as hell when she sees how long an' hard I'mma ride YUR ass instead'a hers!" joked Jahleem, starting to thrust in and out harder/faster. The laughter died down when Jahleem started to fuck seriously, long dicking MarliQ's ass with length strokes to massage his prostate. MarliQ reached down between his thighs and started masturbating his swaying manhood, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft and stroking in time with Jahleem's thrusts. He could feel Jah's dick sliding over his prostate, making his ass moist as it massaged him from the inside. "Dam yur ass feels gud..." said Jahleem, moaning in MarliQ's ear. "How's it feel for YOU, babee...? You like dat DIK inside you...?" "I like YUR dick inside me...!" admitted MarliQ, falling face down against the bed. Jahleem stretched his neck until his face was sliding alongside MarliQ's. Turning his head around, he stole a sideways kiss as they sealed their mouths together again. MarliQ could feel his friend's tongue slipping between his lips, invading his oral cavity. He sucked upon his friend's wet muscle, even as his dick continued to slide through him. He could feel Jahleem's pelvis slapping against his ass, his dick digger deeper with every thrust. He continued to milk his own dick as he lay on his arm, slowly massaging his fat 9 as he hiked his ass higher for fucking. "Shyt man...I've been wantin' you for so long..." moaned Jahleem between deep kisses, slicing his long hard prick through soft wet interior. "...I can't b'lieve you cood'n tell...!" "I jus thought...you liked seein' me squirm..." said MarliQ, honestly. "I DO..." admitted Jah, "...juss UNDER me...!" MarliQ couldn't help smiling, even as he continued suckling Jahleem's tongue. Jahleem broke off kissing and buried his face in his buddy's neck, fucking faster. The bed started to rock and squeak under the combinations of their weights. Jahleem's ass humped up and down as he fucked, sliding 6 or 7 inches out of his new lover's ass before ramming back in. MarliQ bit his lower lip as he gripped the corner of the bed sheet, arching his back to give Jahleem something DEEP to stroke though. He could feel the cream starting to pump from his pulsing dick, painting the bed sheets as he milked his dick between his legs. Jahleem could feel MarliQ's asshole spasm around his dick, and knew he had just blown his load. Feeling his asshole spasm on his thrusting dick only made Jahleem want to fuck harder. He squeezed his hands under MarliQ's torso, cupping his man-tits while he fucked, becoming more aggressive as he stabbed his friend deeply through his colon. "I'm git'n close, man..." he warned, fucking harder into MarliQ's ass. MarliQ could feel the fuck pace increasing, and knew it wouldn't be long before his ass was seeded with cum. "Give it to me...!" he begged, wanting to feel his lover bust inside him. "You want it IN you...?" asked Jahleem, pounding nonstop. "Yes! Gove it to me, man! I want it!" said MarliQ. Feeling renewed and reinvigorated with lust, Jahleem fucked as hard as his strong lithe thin body would allow, plowing through MarliQ's ass mounds like a farmer through wheat. His loose hanging balls slapped back and forth between MarliQ's thighs, banging against Leek's own nuts every time he thrust inward. MarliQ could feel Jaheem's fingers digging into his chest as he fucked, holding onto his tits like handles as he slapped his pelvic bone hard against his ass. "AWWWW FUK, MAN..., I'M GONNA CUM...!" announced Jahleem, ramming forward as he buried his dick 11 inches deep and started to cum. "AAAARRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed as the sperm wrenched from his churning balls in creamy spurts. "AWWWW FUK...!" he cursed as he ground against the hot ass, flooding the entrails with his potency before falling down against MarliQ's back weakly. The 2 lovers cuddled together, Jahleem's long dick draining in MarliQ's milking anus as he lay lazily against his back... "Awe, ain't that cute...?" asked Manny Michaels [standing in the doorway watching], startling both MarliQ and Jahleem. "MANNY...!" said MarliQ, pushing Jahleem off his back. "It ain't what it looks like..." Manny laughed... "How the HELL else could it look...?" asked the police guard, knowing full well what 2 niggas fucking looked like. "Guess from the sounds of it, you ain't movin' IN with me no more, eh...?" he asked, having heard the intimacy between the 2 friends. "He movin' in wit ME...!" said Jahleem, stating his claim. "That what YOU want...?" asked Manny, openly rubbing his crotch. MarliQ could see the lump rising in Manny's pants, enticing him to go with him... "Yeah..., it's what I want...!" he said in defiance. Manny chuckled [taking one last look at the second man to get away], before walking away, leaving the lovers alone. "That's IT...?" asked MarliQ, turning to look at Jahleem. "Dat's IT...!" said Jahleem, holding a gun in his hand... ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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