Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2012 12:29:31 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: the district-5 THE DISTRICT-5 THE HEIST Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< AIRPORT Morning... Reports of a new drug spreading throughout the Philadelphia and Suburban areas started to rumble through the news casts. Not so isolated incidents of young adults overdosing on a new concoction of Croc and Sextasy caused their hearts to stop. Medical officials city wide urged people with weakened hearts, murmurs, and other health related risks not to use the drug as it could cause cardiac arrests. During their campaigns, both reverend Malcolm H. Holmes and former police captain David L. McConnell both promised to get drugs such as cocaine, marijuana, and Sextasy off the streets by adding more police to the street force and creating stiffer sentences for criminals that sold them. It was during such topics that the first Political Slam came when reverend Holmes reminded the public/media that his opponent: David L. McConnell "was a Police Official for over 2 decades, and couldn't stop the spread of drugs from infiltrating the neighborhoods..., so what makes him think he could NOW...?" "I see Holmes don't have a problem coming after you..." said Ramone (McConnell's secret lover), watching the news cast from bed in an out-of-the-way motel room near the airport. "...you MAY have to respond to that jab..., the media seems to be all over it...!" "I refuse to stoop to Holmes' level..." said McConnell, having just brushed his teeth as he cut off the bathroom light and headed to bed. "...I want to run my campaign on my accomplishments and goals..., not by smearing the names of my opponents...!" "Admirable..." said Ramone, pulling back the covers so McConnell could slip in next to him. "...but what happens when he starts getting DIRTY...?" "STARTS...?" asked McConnell, cuddling in next to his boyfriend. "You know what I mean...!" said Ramone. "What happens when he starts going after your sexuality...? When he says how deviant you are for leaving the sanctity of marriage to fornicate with MEN...? Cause you KNOW that's how he'll spin it...!" McConnell took a deep breath... "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it..." he said, not wanting to think about politics tonight. "Dunn hasn't given you a counter argument...?" asked Ramone. "He's supposed to be your campaign advisor..., isn't HE supposed to foresee these kinds of problems and have a counter plan ready beforehand...?" "Brian Dunn's suggested I use the same smear tactics as reverend Holmes..." answered McConnell, "...but I'm not comfortable backing negative campaigns...! I should get the job because I'm the best qualified to DO it, not because I found more DIRT on Holmes than he had on me...! That's just the lesser of two evils!" "It comes down to character..." argued Ramone. "...if Holmes has dirt, it's because his character is a sham..., no one would fault YOU for airing it...!" I don't want MY character questioned because I used the same smear tactics as my dirty opponent..." countered McConnell, "...if he's a bad seed, it'll come out eventually without my input!" "But..." "But nothing...!" interrupted McConnell, having heard the last of it. "I didn't come out here to talk politics with you all night..." he reminded. "...I came here to spend some quality time and make LOVE to you...!" "My bad..." said Ramone, realizing he was spoiling the moment. "...it's just..., if we've got to inconvenience ourselves this way so no one knows we're lovers..., then I want to make sure you WIN! I don't want all of this secret lovers stuff to be for nothing...!" "Nothing I DO with you is for nothing...!" said McConnell, leaning into his boyfriend to kiss. Ramone accepted the kiss on the lips as McConnell rolled over halfway on top of him, burying the back of his head in the pillows as they kissed deeply and soulfully. Both men's penises rose instantly. McConnell nibbled his way down Ramone's neck and across his bare chest towards his stomach before pushing back the covers to kiss and lick his 10.5" erection. Ramone relaxed against the mattress as his dickhead was sampled with. McConnell swabbed the head with his tongue, tasting the sweet dew drops of his lover's pre-cum before taking the massive prick into his mouth. McConnell loved sucking dick, but never felt he had enough time in his busy schedule to enjoy it. Ramone was always busy at work (tracking down criminals for justice, chasing leads. etc..), and he was starting to find the majority of his time promised to political obligations, meetings, conference calls, and social events to campaign for money. McConnell knew he didn't have the financial backing Holmes had with raiding the pockets of his considerable sized congregations and city wide church tours. HE had to ask for donations from the private sector, making campaign promises he felt totally comfortable making. He's had to turn down offers from people wanting special favors, promises they knew as mayor he could push to make happen. Keeping his campaign clean caused him a lot of endorsements, but at least he could sleep at night and look at himself in the mirror in the morning. McConnell felt Ramone's big dick touch into the back of his mouth, poised at the very start of his throat. He titled his head counter clockwise, then plunged his face down into his boyfriend's lap, swallowing his dick whole. Ramone groaned happily as his thick dick squeezed into McConnell's throat, the tight fit surrounding his dick shaft like a silk glove. McConnell pressed his face all the way down into Ramone's groin, then played gently with his fat hairy balls as they lay next to his stretched lips. Ramone scissor his legs open to give McConnell cart-blanche to his hanging sac, but McConnell started to toy with his anal pucker as well. "Someone's horny tonight...!" laughed Ramone, sensing that McConnell wanted some of everything tonight. McConnell slowly retracted his lips up Ramone's thick wet pole, then started to suckle firmly about the hard shaft. Spitting the head from his oral cavity, he licked his way down the underbelly towards the balls, taking them into his mouth. Ramone decided to return the favor by going after McConnell's dangling equipment. He maneuvered himself into 69 position, then took his former boss's 9.5" prick into his mouth upside down. McConnell was still working on Ramone's hairy sac when he felt Ramone painting his curved dick with his tongue, licking the shaft from tip to base before incasing the dickhead into the hot furnace of his mouth. Ramone sucked and suckled the head and shaft (lifting his head up off the pillows to swallow more of McConnell's tool) until he was bobbing along the thick length. McConnell pointed Ramone's thick black tower straight up as he released his spit wet testicles and started swabbing the head again before sucking. Both men sucked along their lover's shafts, using their mouths and tongues to caress and tantalize the penises into submission. McConnell deep throated Ramone's dick to the root (again), just as Ramone returned the favor and lifted his head completely off the pillow to swallow McConnell's manhood. Both men moaned in hungry unison as they held each other's masterpieces in their throats. Ramone was the first to back off as he retreated back up to the head, swirling and circling his wet mouth and tongue around the head to gather as much pre-juice as he could before swallowing again. McConnell throat punched his mouth up and down Ramone's hard shaft, never allowing the black sword to leave his throat for a moment as he bobbed his mouth only a few inches from the base, throat fucking his own neck. Ramone felt the amazing sensation washing over his dick, going back and forth as if deep fucking a hot wet pussy. He counteracted by doing the same to McConnell, lifting his head off the bed to swallow his thick curved nine to the root. Feeling slightly disadvantaged, Ramone maneuvered them onto their sides to level the playing field. In this new position neither had the upper hand as both equally sucked and bobbed, deep throating simultaneously. For 20 minutes they sucked feverishly, neither speaking, neither giving up as they sucked, bobbed, and swallowed, taking each other to the edge and back. What started off as foreplay, was quickly coming to a first orgasm as both dicks started to ooze more pre-cum (a definite sign of approaching orgasm). Knowing their lover was closing to blowing his wad put both men in a frenzy, both craving the taste of his lover's seed as they sucked harder and swallowed deeper. McConnell managed to shove 3 fingers up Ramone's ass, pressing them all the way in up to the third knuckles every time he deep throated. Ramone returned the favor, following his lover's lead as he too worked 2 fingers into McConnell's ass and moved them in and out, simulating fucking. Both assholes puckered and sucked the disappearing digits as their rectums pulsed in time with their pricks, the two entities connected together strangely as they throbbed as one unit. Ramone was the first to show signs of weakening when he began to pant around McConnell's thrusting dick. By now the men were so inflamed that they couldn't help fucking each other's throats, thrusting their hips back and forth as they fucked each other's mouths while darting back and forth on their fingers. McConnell felt Ramone's entire body stiffen just as the first jet of searing cum erupted from his now flaring dickhead, shooting a jolt of semen straight down McConnell's throat. McConnell deep throated Ramone's dick at that very moment, feeling it pulse and throb inside the curve of his neck as it pumped forth fresh sperm which instantly poured into his stomach like warm molasses. Ramone was moaning and panting around McConnell's thrusting dick, just when McConnell's penis erupted, shooting its own fresh supply of cream down into his open throat. Both men climaxed at the same time, both feeling the warm spurts of their lover's seed pumping down their esophagus's as their thick dicks continued to throb wildly. McConnell was the first to recover as he pulled away and rolled Ramone onto his back. Before the 35 year old could catch his breath, McConell grabbed a bottle of lubricant off the nightstand, lubed his own puckered anus, than sat down on Ramone's still hard upright dick, taking it to root with one plunge. "URRHHHH...!!" he grunted, feeling the entire 10.5" erection spear through him in one motion. Semen still oozed from the tips of both dicks when McConnell started to ride, lifting and lowering his own muscular ass on his boyfriend's continuous erection. "Correction..." said Ramone, looking up into his handsome lover's face. "...someone's REALLY horny tonight...!" "Who knows when the next time we'll find time to sneak away...?" reasoned McConnell, slapping his ass into Ramone's lap and grinding his penis around inside him. "I want every time we're together to be like it's the last time we'll ever see each other again!" "You're not trying to TELL me something subliminally, are you...?" questioned Ramone, unsure. "Only subliminal message I'm sending is this..." answered McConnell, fucking himself harder. Ramone gasped sharply as McConnell tightened his anal ring (choking his dick shaft), then pounded his asshole up and down the swollen shaft, fucking himself silly. Ramone lay helpless in bed under him, watching McConnell rise and fall, his legs spread on either side of his prone body, Mc's soft ball sac and half hard penis slapping against his rippled abs with every downward plunge. Ramone couldn't help grabbing McConnell's dick and yanking on the shaft, milking a giant pearl cum drop from the mulatto head. McConnell was still fucking himself on his lover's grand pole when Ramone titled forward (folding himself in half) to lick the pearly drop from the tip, eating the last of McConnell's cream. McConnell leaned back, stretching his arms out behind him as anchors while pumping his ass up and down in his lover's lap. Ramone fell back in bed, surrendering to McConnell's lustful strokes as he rode him like a pony. It'd been awhile since McConnell played the aggressive bottom, using Ramone's big dick to scratch the itch in his bowels. He loved how the big prick spread his hole just right as it slid up and down the thick shaft, his masculine mulatto ass swallowing every inch of his boyfriend's manhood. Ramone watched his dark dick disappearing up McConnell's ass with every plunge, each anal stroke causing his recently satisfied dick to brick harder as it slid into his murky depths. McConnell rode his lover's dick until it was time to change positions. Pulling off, he got onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass for further fucking. Ramone quickly got the idea, and got up onto his knees behind him before ramming his dick back inside. "Awww fuck..., I can't believe how much I love doing this with you...!" he said, expressing his inner feelings while grabbing hold of McConnell's waist and fucking him deep, thrusting his immense manhood through McConnell's spread cheeks. Ramone often wondered if his sexuality came into question when he went undercover as a drug dealer and watched guys like Kane and Tempest Williams butt fucking other men, or had he been GAY all along and never knew? There was a time (before he became Diamond) that his lust was only focused solely on women. He had been in a loving long term relationship with a woman before ending it to go deep undercover in the drug world. He couldn't risk anyone discovering his secret and finding the woman he loved to seek revenge, so he ended it and never looked back. Since then, he felt pressured to join in the dealers sexual activities to be accepted as one of them. The first time he let a guy suck his dick, he was as appalled as he was aroused. Watching the guy actually suck him off was disturbing, however it turned out being one of the best blow jobs he ever experienced. But despite the sexual adventures as Diamond, he fully expected to go back to fucking women as soon as his ordeal was over. It wasn't until he met his captain (David McConnell) for the first time, that he actually FELT a real attraction to another man. McConnell was so refined and debonair, like a smooth older uncle who always said or did the right thing. Discovering this sexy man had the same feelings for him, gave Ramone to the first opportunity to experience sex with another man as Ramone instead of Diamond, allowing him to drop the charade and be himself instead of a freaky drug dealer. McConnell knelt forward on his elbows facing the motel's headboard, his ass in the opposite direction as Ramone held onto his 34" waist and fucked well into his ass. McConnell could feel the pace of his boyfriend's thrusts quicken as Ramone started to become more sexually enthralled, slapping his hairy pelvic bone into his upturned ass. McConnell looked back curiously over his shoulder to see the lustful expression on Ramone's face as he thrust in and out of him, and knew it was only a matter of time before he felt his gut get whitewashed with Ro's load. Ramone fucked hard into McConnell's ass, occasionally looking down to watch his dick disappear up his lover's muscular backside, and closing his eyes in sweet surrender as he thrilled at the exquisite feelings his thrusting dick was experiencing. Clutching onto McConnell's waist tighter, he fucked with deeper shorter thrusts, keeping his dick lodged well up inside McConnell's innards as it started to pulsate sensitively. McConnell felt the significant change in pace, and tightened his anal muscles around Ramone's penis, causing him to go over the edge. "AARRRRHHHH SHHHHIIIITTTT...!!" yelled Ramone, burying his dick as he started to pulse and spit thick rich spurts of heavy ball cream directly into McConnell's milking gut. McConnell felt the dick pulsating deep inside him, then felt the warm flow of seed spreading through his bowels as Ramone crashed weakly against his back. McConnell allowed Ramone's dick to drain in his ass (milking the pulsing shaft with his flexing ring), before gently pushing him off and rolling him over onto his back. Ramone was like a weakened newborn as McConnell maneuvered between his legs and lifted them into the air to expose his buttock. Grabbing the lube, McConnell smeared a generous amount onto McConnell's anus, then roughly shoved his thick curved dick inside. Ramone grunted a painful response as his tight asshole fought valiantly for a moment before quickly relaxing and surrendering to the fucking it knew it was in stored. McConnell could still feel his smarting anus throbbing from it's recent fucking, even as he started to fuck into Ramone. Ramone looked up as McConnell placed his calves on his muscular shoulders, then bent forward and started fucking, hovering just above his prone body as he thrust hard into his ass. Ramone could feel the big curved dick fucking through him, taking control of his body as it broke through his anal ring and fucked deeply through his anal canal. Ramone glanced down between their bodies to see McConnell's flat 6pack and hairy pelvis pumping back and forth, driving his big thick dick in and out of his ass. Ramone's body was still in recovery from his 2 (back to back) orgasms, and was now having to contend with getting fucked on top of it all. His half soft dick lay quietly across his scrunched stomach, still oozing droplets of semen against his dark skin as McConnell fucked his was to another climax. Ramone looked up into Mc's face, catching the euphoric look of ecstasy in his angelic expression as he thrust his dick through his lover's warm soft accepting innards. In that very instance Ramone felt his body give way, allowing McConnell to sink deeper as his innards opened up to him. McConnell's eyes popped opened when he sensed the change in depth, and realized it triggered his own orgasm as he fucked harder, banging deep into Ramone's back wall before finally shoving all the way in and coming. "AARRRRRRHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" he screamed as the cum ripped out of his churning balls, sending wave after wave of thick heavy ball juice into his lover's receptive body. Releasing Ramone's legs, McConnell allowed them to fall off to the sides as he lowered his body against Ramone's, kissing his passionately while his throbbing dick continued to erupt deep inside his male womb, filling his gut with a spool of man-seed. Ramone wrapped his arms warmly around McConnell's back, hugging him closer as they laid locked together. McConnell broke the kiss after awhile, burying his face in the pillows behind Ramone's head as he lay quietly on top of him, still draining inside. They would fuck one more time apiece (flooding each other's bodies with another deluge of sperm) before finally leaving the motel in separate cars, heading back to their jobs and busy work schedules... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< NORTH PHILLY Police Officers Jake Valentine (24) and his partner Elliott McConnell (22) cruised around the area of North Philly in their squad car on patrol. Elliott was a rookie cop, new to the job of securing the city's citizens from themselves while Jake was a 3 year veteran, teaching Elliott (the son of a former police Captain) the ins and outs of patrol. They cruised around the area of Ross and Main, bypassing a driveway where a Brinks Armored Truck sat unattended. "Think we should check it out...?" asked Elliott, believing it ODD that an armored car would be sitting in a residential driveway... "Yeah, why not...?" asked Jake, turning on the red & white overhead flashers as they pulled up behind the armored car. Elliott started to run the truck's license plate through the squad car's onboard computer, while Jake casually got out to investigate. Unsnapping the safety strap on his gun as a precaution (in case he needed to draw his gune quickly), he slowly approached the back of the vehicle and got on his tip-toes to peer in through the back window. Just able to make out what was inside, he was surprised when two hooded armed men came from the back of one of the row homes... DROP YUR FUCKIN' WEAPON!" yelled one of the gunmen, aiming a Glock at the officer's head. Elliott noticed that the Brinks truck was reported missing a half hour ago, then looked up to see his partner raising his hands as the two hooded black men approached. Before Elliott could even react, the second gunmen had his aim on HIM, ordering him out the car. "Okay, okay..." agreed Elliott, raising his hands as he got out of the driver's seat. "What the fuck we gonna DO with them...?" asked the second man, as Elliott stood next to Jake. "Get their weapons..." ordered the short gunmen, obviously the brains of the heist. "...we'll put `em where we put the other two...!" The taller gunmen grabbed Jake's and Elliott's guns from their hoisters, then ordered them into the back of the armored truck. The two officers got in reluctantly, knowing it was against police procedure to go with a gunmen or surrendering your weapon. "DAMN, we're in trouble now...!" said Jake, after the door was slammed shut behind them. "Once the Captain finds out we gave up our weapons and got ourselves kidnapped..., we'll be FIRED for sure! Did YOU at least get a chance to radio IN the armored truck's location...?" asked Jake, looking for a bright spot in this mess. "No..." answered Elliott, nervous that they might not make it out of this alive. "...but someone's BOUND to report the abandoned police car, right...?" "IF no one steals it and strips it for parts!" said Jake, bitterly. "We HAVE to find a way OUT of this!" he said, searching for his cell phone. "We're moving...!" said Elliott, feeling the truck starting to sway. Jake started to look around, hoping to find another weapon... "Looks like they ransacked this car pretty good..." he determined, taking note of all the missing sacks of cash and empty money cages. "Is that...BLOOD...?" asked Elliott, noticing red splatter on the metal floor. "Looks like it..." said Jake, grimly. "WHAT do you think they did to the `other two' they were talking about...?" asked Elliott, picturing something bad... "Maybe..." thought Jake, trying to think of a positive scenario. "...maybe they tied them up and left them somewhere...?" he said (sounding more like a question than an answer). The truck rattled and bounced as it sped through the streets of North Philly, seemingly headed to nowhere in particular. Jake and Elliott regretted the ride's end, knowing the odds weren't great that they wouldn't survive. The armored car rode for about 20 minutes before finally coming to a complete stop. Jake and Elliott waited for the bandits to walk from the cab to the back door, the seconds ticking away like minutes before they heard the door unlock and open... "C'mon, get out!" ordered the shorter gunmen, pointing his gun at the passengers. With their hands up, Elliott and Jake slowly climbed out the back of the armored truck, realizing they were parked along a long dirt road in the woods of Fairmount Park, away from the main roads. "Get down on yur knees...!" "What are you going to do with us...?" asked Jake, looking down at the grassy ground as they got onto their knees. "We haven't seen your faces..." he exclaimed, keeping his eyes averted. "...we couldn't possibly identify you...!" "Elliott...?" called the taller of the two gunmen. Elliott looked up into the gunmen's face, his eyes narrowing in wonder...? "Mike...?" he called, recognizing one of his old school mates. "You KNOW this mutherfuka...?!" asked the shorter guy, annoyed "Yeah..." answered Mike, "...we went to junior high together...!" "Okay..." said the shorter man, aiming the gun barrel directly at Elliott's head. "...say goodbye to yur former friend...!" "No, wait...!" said Elliott in a panic. "I won't tell anybody who you are!" he insisted, "I promise!" "Really...?" laughed the shorter man, "And we're supposed to b'lieve you...? As soon as you get back at yur precinct you'll have our names and address plastered all over the TV!" "No..." countered Jake. "...we WOULDN'T be able to tell anybody without embarrassing ourselves...!" "Embarrassing yurself...?" questioned the gunmen. "If you make us DO something embarrassing...we wouldn't be able to tell who you are without the entire police force finding out about it!" reasoned Jake. "Cops are the WORSE when it comes to teasing and hazing...! We'd NEVER be able o live that down!" "Something like WHAT...?" asked the gunmen, curiously. Jake and Elliott looked at each other. Jake looked back at the gunmen's crotch... "You could make us suck your cocks...!" he suggested. The two gunmen laughed out loud. "YOU'D prob'ly LIKE that, would'n your white boy...?" asked the shorter one. "Whadda you think, Mike...? You think we should make these muthafukas suck our dicks...?!" Mike looked down at Elliott's pretty mouth, then absentmindedly rubbed his dick bulge... "Might be better'n addin' murder to our rap-sheets...!" he said. The shorter man thought it over... "Aiight white boy..., you gotta deal!" he agreed, unzipping his pants. "But it BETTA be good though..." he added, still holding the gun in his hand as he fumbled with his fly. "...or else's you'd've sucked dick for nothin'...!" Elliott watched Jake inch forward on his knees as shorty removed his hands, giving the burden of unwrapping the gift to Jake himself. Elliott couldn't believe his policeman partner (jock-Jake) was about to suck a dick..., a BLACK DICK at that! Elliott had been fantasizing sexual fantasies of his hunky white partner since they met, wanting to see Jake suck and fuck. He couldn't believe he was going to see the all American white boy actually DO it! Jake reached up to undo the shorter man's pants, pulling open his fasten to reveal his flowered boxer shorts. Pulling open the crotch, he yanked down the waist band of the boxers (exposing the tight curly hairs of the gunmen's pubic bush) to revel the flaccid dick. Once the soft phallus came into view, Jake licked his lips and dove into the young man's crotch, swooping his penis up in his mouth. All eyes fell on Jake as he swallowing the entire dick, burying his face, nose, and mouth completely in the man's groin (his nose in the pubic bush, his chin plastered against the low hanging balls), looking up at his captor as he gently chewed on the root, causing the dick to steel and thicken, growing harder and longer in his mouth. "Shit man..." glee the gunmen with a smile. "...he's REALLY suckin' that mofo like he LIKES it!" "I see...!" said Mike, mesmerized. Elliott watched in disbelief as well, watching Jake's jaws munch on the man's root. He could see Jake's throat starting to balloon and swell, and knew instantly that the gunmen's dick was growing down his throat. Elliott knew at that very moment that Jake had experience sucking dick, NO straight man would be able to keep his mouth plastered against the groin while a dick expanded and stretched down his throat without gagging and throwing up. The idea of Jake Valentine as a cocksucker made Elliott's dick harden in his uniform pants. "Yeah...SUCK THAT DICK WHITE BOY...!" said the gunmen, grabbing the back of Jake's short cut head and pressing his face further into his crotch, churning his meat all around in his throat. Jake grabbed the backs of his captive's legs and voluntarily ground his face in his balls, holding the growing dick down his throat longer than expected. "DAMN, he's good...!" said the man, loving Jake's tenaciousness. "Why don't YOU check out YURS...?!" "I will!" said Mike, stepping up in front of his former HS friend as he unzipped his pants and fished out his semi-hard dick. Elliott swallowed nervously, then looked up at his former school friend before looking back down at his approaching dick and opened his mouth. Mike closed the gap between them, slowly inserting his long slim morsel directly into Elliott's mouth. Elliott watched (cross-eyed) as the dick disappeared between his lips, sinking midway into his mouth before he sensuously wrapped his lips around the shaft. "uhh yeah, El..., that feels GOOD, man...! Suck that dick!" moaned Mike, loving the feel. Elliott looked wide-eyed and nervous as he looked up at his ex-friend, then over at Jake who was now slowly receding his tightened pink lips up the column of the shorter man's shaft until he was happily suckling the head. The gunmen moaned aloud as Jake's tongue slithered and licked along the underbelly, massaging the full length up to the head. "Damn you can suck dick!" stated the man, watching Jake's every move. "Yuv sucked dick b'fore, didn'chu..." he asked suspiciously, knowing talent when he saw it. "You suckin' that shit like you LOVE it! Work that crank, man! Eat that muthafuka!" he encouraged. Jake stared up into the man's cold dark eyes as he swirled the head around in his whirlwind mouth (causing the gunmen to quiver sensuously) before driving back down the shaft, swallowing it whole. "FUCK...!" cursed the gunmen, groaning aloud as his dick plunged back down into Jake's bottomless pit. Jake tightened his throat muscles before bobbing his head, working his lips back and forth along the hard column. Elliott couldn't keep his eyes off of Jake's performance. He could JUST see his partner's hot mouth sliding up and down the black man's hard shaft, working his mouth and tongue while sliding his lips, giving the man a thrill every time his mouth washed over the sensitive glands. Mike watched his own dick sliding through Elliott's hot mouth. All the years they'd known each other in school, he never pictured the son of David McConnell sucking his dick. They never really ran in the same circles, but they knew each other through passing. While Elliott enjoyed life as one of the popular boys in school, Mike reflected the loner, always admiring people like Elliott who seemed to befriend everyone. He'd tried several times to be the boy's friend in school, but every time they seemed to get a good conversation started, someone would inevitably walk in and take over Elliott's attention, OR the period would end and they'd go their separate ways to class. Mike reached down and gently stroked Elliott along his hallowed cheeks, trailing the outline of his jaws as he studied the man's lips sliding along his dark skin shaft. Elliott felt the soft caress, and looked up at Mike as the young man smiled back down at him. "I haven't really SEEN you since high school...!" he said in wonder. "I see you became a COP like yur dad...!" Elliott nodded (unable to hold a conversation as he sucked), suddenly recalling how uncomfortably he always felt around Mike. Mike would always try to engage him in idle conversations. They had absolutely nothing in common, yet every chance Mike got, he tried to strike up a conversation as if they were close friends (this was before Elliott eventually acknowledged his like for boys, which he later discovered in college. /see chap-20 of The Precinct). Friends of Elliott teased that Mike had a crush on him. Little did Elliott know that one day he'd be sucking him off... "Yur mouth feels SO good..." he said, speaking directly to the officer as if they were lovers. "...I WISH we had found the time to get to know each other back in high school...! Who knows..., maybe you could've sucked my dick back THEN too...?" Elliott didn't answer as he silently concentrated on pleasing the dick. There was definitely something weird about the way Mike spoke to him (as if sucking his dick was a real choice) that made the short hairs on the back of Elliott's neck stand up. He bobbed his head, taking more of the dick deeper and deeper, whipping his head around in corkscrew motion to add dimension to his technique. "Awwwww shit, El..." moaned Mike, closing his eyes in ecstasy. "...yur the absolute best!" Mike could feel his dick already starting to throb as Elliott worked his whirling mouth faster. Bending at the knees, he teetered on the brink of pulling out (wanting to prolong this wonderful feeling) and jumping over the edge. Unable to watch anymore without blowing sooner, he simply kept his eyes closed as the magical mouth swarmed around his shaft, swirling and whirling him in wet space. He felt his dick suddenly expand, then burst with excitement as cum started to fill Elliott's sweet sucking mouth. Elliott knew it was only a matter of minutes before the dam burst. He sucked harder, throwing in the `corkscrew' (a favorite of his regulars fuck buddies), hoping it would do the trick. He could feel Mike's dick trembling between his lips as he sucked, drawing his cheeks inward as he suctioned like a giant sucking straw. He heard Mike groan like a wounded puppy, then felt his dick suddenly erupt in a series of spasms which sent semen surging into his mouth like a flood. "Oh fuck...! Shit...! Damn...! Yeah...! Oh yeah...! Uuhhhh yeah...! Eat that nutt!" panted Mike as Elliott swallowed his load (not DARING to spit it out). Elliott was still nursing on Mike's pipe when the other gunmen grabbed Jake's head with both hands (the gun pressed tightly against Jake's temple) and began power fucking his mouth and throat. Deep rich gurgling noises escaped Jake's warm clogged throat as the dick pulverized through flesh and throat muscles to fuck well into his gullet. Jake's entire face reddened from the strain as his oval lips drove back and forth from tip to base, heavy spittle drooling from the corners like wet icicles. "Yeah bitch..., get that nutt, boi...! Get that nutt! I'm about to spit juice all down yur fuckin' throat bitch! Eat it!" yelled the gunmen, pulling Jake's face into his groin as he extended his entire dick down the back of his throat like a doctor's tongue depressor. The dick pulsed and throbbed as it pumped thick fresh spurts of warm salty semen straight into Jake's stomach. "AARRRHHHH YEEEEAAHHHH...!!" moaned the man, unloaded a much needed surge of baby makers. Jake slowly pulled off the dick after it stopped shooting (Elliott was still nursing Mike's erection). The two officers looked up at the gunmen, hoping he would keep his word... "That was sweet..." smiled the short man (his satisfied dick hanging well out of his pants). "...shame I still gotta shoot cha!" "WHY...?!" asked Jake, having put his heart and soul into the blow job. "No witnesses!" said the man, aiming his gun. "Wait...!" said Elliott, pulling off Mike's dick before turning around on his knees, yanking his uniform pants down under his ass. "What if you FUCKED us...?" he asked, getting on all fours to present his ass. "Surely we wouldn't tell ANYBODY if you fucked us!" Mike looked down at Elliott's exposed high yellow ass, his erection as hard as ever... Jake undid his own pants, then spun around on his hands and knees to present his ass for fucking too. The two gunmen looked at the hot asses before them, then grinned... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ELSEWHERE 23 yr old Kenneth (Kobe) Brown lay back on the rundown sofa of one of DMoney's many West Philly drug houses, getting his 9" dark dick sucked by a crack head girl he shared with one of his buddies (Monk). Monk knelt behind the girl on his knees, holding her by the waist as he pumped his hips into her ass, driving his 8.5" thick dick in and out of her well used pussy. The girl was one of the neighborhood's fallen graces, a girl that once had bright potential but found herself following the lead of the wrong man. He tantalized her with fast money and drugs, instantly hooking her to his side before leaving her to fend for herself. The girl (like so many other urban misfortunes) found herself working the streets for her next hit, promising sexual favors to drug dealers for a single hit. She was very popular amongst the corner boyz as a quick lay and a good shot of pussy if you were hard-up or horny. Kobe sat back on the spring-less sofa (his knees level with his chest), his pants and underwear wrapped down around his ankles, his big long 9" dick standing at complete attention as the girl desperately worked her mouth up and down its length (hoping to do him good). While his dick was reeling in the wonders of her hot sizzling mouth, his mind was elsewhere, on a past event which pitted the dealer's assistant against his superior. Kobe's mind retreated back to the day he fucked DMoney. Unable to get his boss's naked ass (spread wide for him in doggy position) out of his head, he relived the moment over and over in his tortured mind, picturing his dick disappearing between the golden brown butt cheeks as they swallowed him up in bliss factor. His dick twitched in the girl's sucking mouth, causing her to suck harder, believing it was HER skills making him feel such pleasure. She had no idea his mind was elsewhere, on another man's ass, recalling how fantastic it felt to fuck his first male ass. Monk fucked the girl in doggy position, humping her from behind as he rammed his bloated dick in and out of her fast, reaching under to physically grope her dangling tits roughly with his hands. She moaned and groaned between his brutal thrusts and sucking Kobe's dick. Ever so often she'd look up into the dark man's eyes to read his facial expressions. Perplexed by his distant look, she could tell he liked what she did only by the reaction of his hard dick in her mouth. Indeed any man with an erection as stiff as his HAD to like what she was doing to it. She just wished he'd say something, look at her, or grope her tits like the ugly monkey was behind her. Monk couldn't get enough of the whore's pussy. He fucked her as hard and deep as he could, wanting to look impressive to any of his buls that might be watching. Kobe was still in deep thought (picturing Money's asshole sucking his big dick) when he started to cum. His body stiffened as he titled his head back and groaned, sending a soaring surge of potent semen straight into the girl's sucking mouth. She felt the first spurts filling her oral cavity at the same time Monk roughly shoved in and unloaded in her from the back. "UUURRRRRHHHH FUCK GIRL...TAKE THAT SHYT, BITCH! TAKE IT! UUURRRHHH YEAH!!" he yelled, convulsing like a shock patient as his dick jerked and twitched with a life of its own. Kobe's orgasm was much tamer, as he emptied his balls in her mouth. She kept the head covered, gathering all of his creamy nectar before finally pulling off. Usually she spit the sperm (hating the taste of semen), but Kobe was different, she liked him. Looking directly up into his face, she swallowed and smiled, feeling his warm seed ooze down the back of her throat like tapioca pudding. Grabbing the pulsing base with her fist and milking the last droplets before licking them away from the tip. "Here..." he finally said to her, reaching down in his pants pocket to hand her a vale of coke. Without even looking at her, he stood up and pulled up his pants before moving on. Monk still lay behind her, his dying dick still wedged inside her before she started to pull away. "Wait...wait..." he protested, trying to stay planted "...I ain't finished comin' yet...!" "The fuck you ain't..." snapped the woman, pushing him out and off of her. "...I felt you nutt motherfucker! Don't play like you didn't! I know when a nigga cum, --cheap motherfucker!" "Whatever, bitch!" argued Monk, flagging her off as he hastily pulled up his own pants. Kobe walked off into another room, wanting to get away from the ruckus happening on the other room. Despite just coming, he still felt unsatisfied, knowing there was someone else out there he'd rather be in bed with. His thoughts were interrupted when his hommie (Monk) walked in behind him... "We gonna hafta DROP that bitch from gettin' free shit...!" said Monk, disturbing his friend's thoughts. "She gettin' beside herself! Bitch think `er pussy weigh a ton!" "Maybe cuz yur always tryin' to get up IN IT when she comes through...?" suggested Kobe. "What if I told you I knew somebody with even BETTER pussy...? What would you say?" "WHO the fuck IS she...?" asked Monk, "WHY ain't I fucked `er yet...?!" he questioned. "Cuz she's a HE..." answered Kobe, "...and his ass was better than most pussy I've fucked!" "Well..." thought Monk, always up for breaking in better pussy. "...WHO is he? Where he at?" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< FAIRMOUNT PARK Police partners Jake Valentine and Elliott McConnell knelt on the grassy mounds on their hands and knees, their police issued uniform pants wrapped down around their thighs and ankles as their bare asses lay high and exposed while two armed assailants brutally attacked their backsides with their stiff manhood. The first gunmen held onto Jake's trim waist, pulling and pushing his muscular body back and forth on his dick, making him meet him thrust for thrust as he pounded his hardon through Jake's open backdoor. Jake moaned and groaned at the anal assault, the dick penetrating him 8 inches deep with every brutal inward stroke, banging well inside him and taking over his body like a possession. Elliott lay beside him in a similar position, his assailant lying him face down in the grass as he humped and pumped into Elliott's round light-skinned bubbled butt ass, driving his dick deep through the sucking ring as it slithered and sled along his plunging pipe. "Damn this's GOOD ass...!" declared Mike, loving how sweet Elliott's anus felt on his dick every time he plunged full length inside. Elliott felt each inward stab his former junior high school associate/friend made into his ass, and couldn't help getting aroused as his dick hardened against his will. His future was still uncertain as he and his partner got fucked by armed bandits willing to kill them to protect their identities. Elliott wasn't sure if they'd survive or not, but his dick got hard nonetheless as his backside got pounded by a former friend. "Yeah...bashin' these cops' asses was a good idea..." agreed the shorter man, fucking hard into Jake's white round bubble. "...this way I ain't gotta kiss my gurl's ass to get some pussy...! She can keep her stuff to herself tonight!" Elliott looked over at Jake on his hands and knees, and could easily see Jake's erection bobbing between his thighs. Elliott licked his lips at the thought of tasting the white prick as Jake (with his eyes closed) looked in total ecstasy as the gunmen pounded away on his ass. Jake's pants were around his ankles, his knees spread wide apart to allow his assailant deep access into his ass. Elliott couldn't take his eyes off his partner as he yearned to crawl over and suck his red tipped erection for him. Elliott's hunger only increased when Jake's assailant unexpectedly shoved all the way in and ground his pelvic bone against Jake's ass. Elliott could tell by the way the short black man was moaning that he was dumping another hefty load into his partner's body, filling his anal canal with a thick batch of baby batter. At that very moment Jake's dick erupted without being touched, sending spurt after spurt of creamy white semen into the grass beneath him. Elliott saw the eruption and wished it was cascading down his own throat, wanting it in him. Mike heard his partner climax and took to fucking Elliott even harder. Elliott rose his ass a few degrees higher to make a better target as Mike pounded him into the ground. With Elliott's pants bunched down about his thighs, Mike had clear access into his bubble, ramming his dick back and forth until he felt his second climax quickly approach. "AAARRRHHHH...!!" he shouted as he came, filling Elliott's canal with his thick cream. Elliott felt the dick launching its load inside him, and clamped his anal ring around to chokehold, hoping the added pressure would gain him sympathy in the end. Mike kissed Elliott on the back of the neck before withdrawing, joining his buddy who had already pulled free from Jake and was now standing over their bodies... "That was nice..." said the gunmen, having already tucked his thing away. "...I never FUCKED a cop b'fore..., now I know HOW to handle you muthafukas when I get in a spot...! I'll just RAPE the bitch and that'll keep `em from comin' after me later with a warrant!" "That really WAS good, wasn't it, PJ...?" asked Mike, putting away his own satisfied dick as he joined his friend. "Best time I had since leavin' the Penn!" stated the gunmen, pulling out his Glock as he aimed it down at Jake's back. "Shame we gotta kill these mofo's..., I would'n've minded another shot at some ass later on..." "Wait..." called Mike, surprised that his buddy was going to shoot them even after the cops did everything they wanted. "...you said we wouldn't...!" "I ain't never said I would'n anythin'...!" argued PJ, still determined to tie up loose ends. "These cops OFFERED to suck our dicks and get fucked IF we did'n kill `em..., I never agreed to anythin'!" "But..." said Mike, looking down at Elliott's still exposed ass as he laid out on the grass. "...but you SAID you liked their asses..." he recalled, remembering how deeply his biddy fucked the white cop. "...how'r you gonna shoot them after they made you feel so good...?" he asked. "We could make them our bitches...! We could FUCK them any time we wanted...!" "You just wanna save that pussy COP you fucked...!" countered PJ, realizing Mike's hesitant. "I'm not riskin' goin' back to prison cuz you wanna keep fuckin' some COP you knew back in high school!" said the man, aiming his gun at Elliott as he prepared to pull the trigger. "NO...!" screamed Mike, grabbing PJ's wrist and misdirecting the aim so the bullet shot into a nearby tree instead of Elliott (killing a squirrel hiding in the hallow trunk). "Muthafuka...!" yelled PJ, shoving Mike back before aiming the gun at HIM. Mike whipped out his own gun, just as PJ shot him in the stomach and chest. Blood splattered the green grass as Mike aimed in PJ's direction and fired, hitting the shorter man in the chest and shoulder. PJ yelled out in pain as he fell backwards towards the ground, but not before shooting off another shot which sped off into the distance. Jake scurried over to where PJ fell and kicked the gun from his hand while Elliott rushed over to Mike (who also fell once he saw PJ go down)... "Mike...! You're gonna be alright...!" he said, looking down at his bleeding friend. Mike coughed several times as he tried to speak. "Don't talk..." insisted Elliott, holding his friend's hand. "...help is on the way...! Just HOLD ON til the ambulance gets here...!" "no...ambuance..." gurgled Mike, as blood entered into his lungs, obstructing his breathing. "...jus...tell my family I'm sorry...!." he managed to say, squeezing Elliott's hand. "I...really...liked you..." he laughed, coughing up blood before taking his last breath. "Mike...?" called Elliott, still holding his limp hand as Mike's eyes remained open. "Mike...?" he repeated, realizing he was dead. Looking back over his shoulder, he could see his partner standing over the other gunmen. Jake shook his head `no', indicating PJ didn't make it either. Elliott reached down and gently closed Mike's eyes... "What do we do now...?" he asked, standing up to fix his uniform. "If we can get back to our vehicle..., we could radio IN this incident..., and no one would be the wiser...!" suggested Jake. "How're we supposed to get back to our car...?" asked Elliott, curiously. Jake looked back at the armored car... "Only ONE WAY..." he said, as the officers got in the driver's seats and hoped no other officers would spot the stolen truck until they got their cruiser and drove BACK to the scene... Written by: Eugene Marvin [aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com _____________________________ Hit me up at the address above with questions, comments, and suggestions. 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