Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 00:25:31 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: The Hood THE HOOD Introductions Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY Nineteen year old African American Quest (Q) Winfield (6', 160 lbs with a deep dark skin complexion and straight to the back cornrows) walked into the corner variety store known for its convenient fast food American takeout. Dressed in a dark colored hoodie, blue jeans, and work boots, the Korean born staff began watching him closely upon entering. Quest looked at the strong middle-age male behind the cash register (ringing up customers), then wandered his was down one of the 3 aisles towards the back of the store where the fast food was served. "Can I help you...?" asked the Korean woman behind the food counter, looking at Quest suspiciously. "Is Tae here...?" he asked, getting an odd look from the woman. "Tae...?" she questioned, looking back over her shoulder at her companion. Quest listened as the two females tending grill and making hogies (sub-sandwiches) began speaking rapid Korean. They spoke harshly as if arguing, then the woman turned back towards Quest... ""How you know Tae...?" she asked in thick accent, stepping beyond what Quest considered her right to know. "What...?!" asked the angry black male, put off by the question. "Ain't none'a your fuckin' business HOW I know Tae...! Is he HERE or not...?!" he asked louder, in case she didn't hear him the first time. The older man stepped from behind the cash register, carrying a wooden baseball bat... "Tae not here..." said the woman, hidden safely behind a thick plastic bulletproof glass. "...get out of our store! Tae not here...!" "Is there a problem...?" asked the man, casually flinging the bat over his shoulder intimidating. "Ain't no problem here, hommie..." said Quest, showing no fear as he turned towards the male. "...you best go back behind your cash register and finish takin' care of your costumers `fore you get hurt...!" he warned. "I think you leave now!" said the man, trying to be diplomatic. "Look..., all I wanna know is if Tae's here...?! That's an easy yes or no answer! Why I want `em or how I know `em ain't none'a yall fuckin' business...!" yelled Q, getting frustrated. "You leave now or we call police!" said the woman, shoeing the young thug away as the bat yielding man began to close in... "Yo man..., you best back the fuck up with that bat..." warned Q, lifting his shirt to reveal a gun. The Korean man backed off, as the woman quickly grabbed a cell phone and began dialing 9-1-1. Q looked about the store as the customers looked on, anticipating a violent outcome. Quest assessed his situation, then decided it wasn't worth jeopardizing his life over. "Fuck it!" he said, walking towards the exit. "FUCK all yall mother fuckas!" he stated before leaving. Q got back to his car (parked just outside), then got into the driver's seat when he suddenly heard his name called... "Q...! Yo Q..., wait up...!" yelled his Asian friend, rushing up to the passenger's side door from down the block. Q hit the power locks, allowing him to get in... "Wussup with your fuckin' family, Yo...??" asked the black teen angrily, as Tae hopped into the passenger's seat beside him. "Why they always gotta treat me like I'm some fuckin' criminal lookin' to ROB em n'shit...?!" "Well...?" said Tae (5'7", 150 lbs [Korean/Black born American] with a golden yellow skin complexion, short dark straight hair and a clean baby face), gesturing towards Q's outfit. "What...?? THIS how we dress inna hood!" he defended, looking down at his wardrobe. "I'm sorry..., I apologize for them..." said Tae, sincerely. "...but you know my family's business has been robbed a few times..., and they're skeptical of anyone walking in looking like a..., like a, uh..." "A HOODRAT...?" asked Q, inspecting an insult. "...a THUG!" corrected Tae. "That's what your ass like..., ain't it...?" questioned Q, massaging his lump in his pants... "You like us big dick black thug types, don'cha...?" Tae blushed as he slammed closed the passenger side door, locking himself in. "Don't go getting' bashful now nigga..., you know you like this shit!" insisted Q. Tae conceded... "Yeah..., I LIKE it...!" he admitted, shyly. Q leaned over and openly kissed Tae on the lips. Tae hesitated, afraid someone from his family might be watching. Q hit the controls and automatically rolled up the tented windows to his ride, insuring privacy. Once the windows were up and secure, Tae leaned over and planted a wet one on his black lover's lips. The two men kissed for a few seconds, intertwining tongues as Q forced his tongue into Tae's mouth. "Let's get the fuck outta here..." said Q, getting horny. "...my gran'ma's not home..., so we can fuck there for a couple hours b'fore she gets off work...!" Tae smiled, knowing Q was always horny for sex... "Punch it!" he said, buckling up. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 17 year old Kaleb Nelson sat at home (in his father's house), playing video games. Resident Evil, Killer Zombies, and Grand Theft Auto (Philadelphia) were his current favorites. Kaleb moved in with his dad (KaliQ) in West Philly (leaving his mom's house in South Philly), only after she decided to allow her new lover (Julio Espisedo --founder of `FATHER'S AGAINST DRUGS') into her home. But what Latrina Nelson (and Kaleb's father) didn't know, was that Julio had been Kaleb's lover first, while under the pretence of being his mentor (chapter-11 in the series ROSWELL HEIGHTS >see prolific author's section of Nifty.org to find the story title under the name NPHILLYDOGG<) Kaleb never got over Julio's rejection, nor had he forgiven him for dumping him and shacking up with his mom. Unable to watch his former lover and his mother sleep in the same bed as girlfriend & boyfriend, Kaleb decided to leave. Whenever Latrina or Julio called to check up on him (making sure he was adjusting well to his new environment), Kaleb gave them the cold shoulder, pretending not to care. 38 year old KaliQ noticed the attitude his son had whenever he talked to his mother over the phone, but figured it was simply because Kaleb was angry to be losing his mom to another man, having delusions that his family might someday get back together. KaliQ tried talking openly with his son, trying to get to the bottom of how he was feeling. But whenever he brought up what happened at his mother's house, Kaleb would clam up like a seashell, refusing to talk about it. KaliQ decided the best way to find out what happened was to go to the source, so he drove over to his ex-wife's house in South Philly without calling ahead, not wanting to give her the chance to talk him out of coming over. KaliQ pulled up in front of his ex-wife's home sometime mid-afternoon. Knocking on her door, he fully hoped to catch her home off guard, not wanting her to have a preconceived story before he got there. However it wasn't Latrina who answered the door, but her 46 year old live-in boyfriend Julio (and quite possibly the reason for his son's moving out). "Is L. home...?" he asked, as soon as he saw who it was. Julio recognized Kaleb's dad immediately (though they never physically met), he was nearly the split image of his son, only older and thicker. "She's not here right now..." said Julio, drying his hands on a dishtowel which rested over his shoulder. KaliQ looked frustrated as he wondered if the man was lying...? "You expect her home soon...?" he asked instead, fighting the urge to barge in and see for himself. Julio lifted his head in thought... "I believe she's working late today..." he said, thoughtfully. "...she may not get in until later tonight...!" KaliQ smirked sarcastically at the idea of Latrina working overtime while her boyfriend stayed home washing dishes. She certainly wasn't the money hungry woman HE remembered who always had her hand out and in his pockets. "Overtime, eh...?" he asked, stopping short of calling the man a liar. "Tell me something, uh..." "Julio..." said the Rican, in case KaliQ didn't know his name. "...Julio Espisedo...!" "...yeah, whatever..." said KaliQ, unconcerned of the man's name. "...how does Latrina feel about you staying home washing dishes while she's out working overtime to make end's meat...?" asked the ex-husband, boldly. "Cause the Trina I knew years ago wouldn't've EVER went for no ghetto ass shit like that...even if you FORCED her!" Julio looked insulted by the accusation that he was sponging off Latrina somehow, as if he weren't working... "Latrina and I BOTH work..." said Julio, in the calmest voice he could muster. "Yeah...?" asked KaliQ, sounding skeptical. "What kinda work you do...?" he asked, curiously. Julio placed his hands on his hips, having had quite enough of the man's arrogance... "What does my job got to do with anything...?" he asked, annoyed. "What I do for a living has no bearing whatsoever on Latrina's and my relationship...!" "It does if it has anything to do with WHY my son's acting like an abused kid...!" said KaliQ, causing a cold chill to rush up Julio's spine. "If I find out that you've laid a HAND on my son..." "Abused...?" questioned Julio, wondering what Kaleb told his father...? "I don't know what stories Kaleb's been telling you..., but I would NEVER laid a hand on him in anger...!" defended Julio, telling the truth. "I would NEVER hurt Kaleb intentionally...! I've never hit or abused him in ANY way that showed malice!" KaliQ studied Julio's manner and body language as he spoke, then determined he might be telling the truth. "I LOVE Kaleb...! I was really hoping a friendship would work out after I moved in with him and his mom..., but he became more distant..." "Maybe you two moved too fast..." suggested KaliQ, sensing Julio might not be a bad guy, "...I don't see what the big deal would have been if yall had just held off living together for awhile...? Kaleb's nearly grown..., he'd be on his own in another year or so...! Yall act like she's pregnant or someth..." KaliQ stopped in mid thought, the idea JUST occurring to him... "She NOT pregnant is she...?!" he asked, curiously. "No...!" laughed Julio, "Not at all...!" "Good..." chuckled KaliQ, feeling relieved for some reason. "...exactly how OLD are you anyway...?" he asked, inappropriately. Julio stopped laughing... "46." he answered, honestly. KaliQ looked disgusted... "46...??" he said, as if the age was preposterous. "So what're you..., like...10, 11 years older than her...?" "9!" answered Julio, sternly. "9...? Is that all...?" smirked KaliQ, knowing he had gotten under Julio's skin. "I guess if L likes it, I love it!" he surmised. "Anyway, when she gets in, tell her we need to talk...!" "We'll do..." said Julio, as KaliQ turned to go back down the front steps. "...of course had you CALLED first..., you could have saved yourself a trip..." added Julio, sarcastically. KaliQ looked back up at Julio, anger shooting from his eye sockets like daggers. "So long as L's still the mother of my son..., I'll stop by to talk to MY ex-wife about OUR boy any time I damn well please!" he said loud and clear, pointing his finger for good measure. "Make sure you give her my message...!" he added, before casually walking back down the steps. Julio watched as KaliQ took his time getting back to his car, as if waiting to hear a response. But Julio knew better than to fan the flames, knowing KaliQ had likely come there for an argument. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< LANCASHIRE AVENUE A single news crew record events happening outside The Lancashire Halfway House in West Philly, for the local evening news. Neighborhood residents protest the opening of the house, saying `it's a breeding ground for criminals and child molesters'. But local Officials insist that none of the former inmates scheduled to reside in the house, have any associations with child molestation (although some are former drug dealers, rapists of women, armed bandits, and murderers). There is a small police presence stationed outside the Residence, in case protestors get violent (although highly unlikely). Neighbors BOO (with picket signs) the Official van that pulls up, transporting the newly released ex-convicts. As the men are bought out of the van and shown their new home away from home, a protestor throws a brick, catching one of the ex-cons in the head. The man goes down quickly as police move in to arrest the assailant. Angry protestors block the police path to the attacker as Officials lift the victimized man to his feet and quickly escort them all inside. "Brutes!" yell the House Master, taking the injured man to medical room to clean the blood dripping from his head. "And they call THESE MEN the animals! Who still throws bricks in this day and age...? Are you alright...?" he asked. The injured man continued to hold his head as he was taken to the room and guided to a nearby chair for observation. "I...was fine...until THIS...!" said the man, still slightly dazed. "Don't worry..." said the House Master, cleaning the cut with peroxide before bandaging it. "...eventually they'll get tired of standing outside, and will disappear...! We won't be run from our home THAT easily...!" "Jacob..., the news crew's here..." announced a staff member, taking the House Master away from his first patient. "Okay..." he said, tossing the old blood stained cotton balls before removing his rubber gloves. "...finish cleaning him up..., I'll address the news crew...!" he insisted, stepping out into the hall and entering a spacious loving room, designed comfortably with donated/used furniture. The news crew (which consisted [only] of one cameraman) stood waiting, along with 5 men newly added to the program. "Hi..." said Jacob, greeting the camera. "...I'm Jacob Newman. I run the House these men now call home. The purpose of the House is to eventually reintegrate you all back into society as hard working law abiding citizens! You are welcomed to stay here for up to 6 months, where in time we expect you to find a job, open a bank account, deposit your checks into that account, and build interest until you can find an apartment or place of your own. This is a City Run Housing Program, so you ALL may be tested randomly for illegal substances at any given time! There of course are NO illegal drugs allowed in or on the premises! Anyone on prescription medication will have to turn over your medicine to the medical staff to be distrusted in the proper doses. Anyone caught using, selling, testing, hiding, holding, or buying drugs for or from anyone, will immediately be expelled from the Program and possibly, --depending on your probation, sent back to prison where you may incur more jail time! There is a 10 o'clock curfew, unless possessing verification from your employer that mandates you need to be out later! Under NO circumstances whatsoever are you allowed any overnight guests in your rooms! Sexual intercourse is strictly prohibited, and those violating the rules will be expelled from the Program and sent back to whichever facilities you came from! These rules are intact to safeguard the community at large, as well as the residents of this House! There are 8 rooms available for occupancy, with 2 occupants to a room! There are only 6 of you today, with more expected tomorrow! By the end of the week, we are expected to be running at full house occupancy! Anyone caught stealing, fighting, or violating their probations will be immediately terminated from the Program! Welcome to your new home!" With that, the men began to go to their assigned rooms, checking them out for the first time as they got tp pick a bed and store away their personal belongings. For some of the men, it was the first time they'd been out of prison in years, assimilating back into the culture would take some time, IF they made it at all. 37 year old Davis Wood (married with 4 kids), served 6 years of a 10 year sentence for possession of marijuana with the intent to sell. Given an early probation for good behavior, Wood found himself homeless when his wife of of over 10 years divorced him after learning he'd been `turned out' in prison (chap-67, pt-3 of The HOLE). Davis was mortified, and his heart sank when his wife had him served divorce papers in prison, not even waiting for his release date before having him served. The road through prison was long and hard, leaving Davis susceptible to the potholes of prison life. After storing his personal items away, Davis ventured down to the only bathroom on his floor, the one he had to share with the other men from 4 rooms. Closing the bathroom door for privacy, he took a quick inventory of the facilities before filling a glass full of fresh water. But instead of drinking the tap water, Davis put the cup up to his mouth and spit his false teeth into it. At only 37, he already had a full set of dentures. Looking straight up into the medicine cabinet mirror, Davis looked at the face of a man who had already aged nearly a lifetime. He opened his mouth to the inspect his gums, being instantly reminded that his teeth had been violently knocked out so he could suck dick better in the prison's library (chap-51, pt-1, The HOLE). >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Q and his boyfriend Tae went to Q's grandma's house long before Q's grandma was scheduled home from work. Falling into Q's bedroom, the two young males had been hot for each other's bodies ever since they entered the house, stripping their clothes as they kissed, hugged, groped and gripped each other's bodies all over like wild animals. Tae couldn't get enough of kissing Q's thick African American lips, sucking them into his mouth as he swallowed Q's strong tongue and spit, trying to consume him as his hands groped all over the black boy's bubbled buttock. Q groped Tae's crotch, feeling the long thick length of his uncut Black/Asian American dick. He tore open Tae's saggy jeans and fell to his knees as he pulled out the long thick downward curved dick he fell on love with. "ah yeah..., suck that dick, hommie...!" sighed Tae, throwing back his head with pleasure as Q peeled back his foreskin and took the tan colored dick into his mouth. "Oooooh fuck yeah..., that feels good..." he said, looking down to watch his dick sliding into his friend's mouth. He loved seeing his thick Black/Asian dick sliding between Q's thick dark lips as the black boy labored to please him. Q loved sucking Tae's big dick because it seemed contoured to the shape of his throat. Its special downward curve seemed to fit down into the curve of his throat perfectly, making for excellent sucking as he relaxed his throat muscles and allowed gravity to do the rest. Q took his buddy's dick into his mouth and bobbed his head back and forth, taking more and more between his lips as he wet the shaft with warm slick spit. Once the head hit the start of his throat, he relaxed his jaw and swallowed, allowing the dick to simply pass through like a piece of solid food. Tae moaned as his dick passed into his friend's warm tight throat, feeling the swallowing motions ripple across his shaft as Q's tongue lavished the underbelly. "OOooooh baby...!" groaned the kid, loving the feel. Q held the dick in his throat for only a few seconds before he felt the urge to gag. Retreating, he quickly sucked his way back up to his friend's dickhead and sucked furiously, causing Tae to squirm with tingling sensations. Just when Tae thought he couldn't handle another second of suction, did Q swallow his dick all over again, taking it easily into his throat as he rested his nose in the Blasian's soft trimmed pubes. Loving the way Tae's crotch smelt, Q breathed in deeply whenever he deep throated, becoming sexually intoxicated by his lover's scent. Tae watched as Q's eyes rolled up into their sockets, his nostrils flared wildly as he briefly went into a dick sucking trance and pressed his face all the way up into his friend's groin. Tae felt Q's face disappear in his crotch as his face nearly lifted him off the ground. Q rolled Tae's dick about in his throat, the Blasian's hairless balls resting on his chin like two shaved ping-pongs. Tae thought Q had become possessed as his throat clamped down and massaged his dick like wet pussy. Moments later Q seemed to come back to his senses as his eyes returned to normal and he resumed sucking naturally, bobbing his head back and forth along the curved prong. "You okay, man...?" chuckled Tae, watching his friend get dicknotized. Q nodded his head `yes' as he continued sucking, refusing to remove his mouth from his treasure. Tae laughed to himself as he looked down over the kneeling boy's back to see his brown bubbled ass jetting back, the loose ring of his waistband hanging off the curve of his butt, beckoning Tae to reach forth as he bent over Q's back to squeeze his hand down into the ass space. Rubbing his fingers along the ass crack, he could feel the boy's steamy asshole hiding in-between, making his dick pulse in Q's sucking mouth. "MMMmmmmm..." moaned Q, hiking his ass higher. Tae pulled his hand from Q's pants long enough to lick his fingers, then shove his hand back down in the young man's ass crack to finger his tight fuck-hole. Q felt the finger(s) squeeze into his anus, powering past his sphincter muscles as Tae pressed his digits up to the third knuckles. "Damn man..." groaned Q, pulling off Tae's dick. "...what'chu tryin'a do to me...?" "I want some of that ass, man...!" moaned Tae, darting his two middle fingers in and out, loving the way the anal muscles squeezed in on them. Q sat mesmerized for a few minutes, loving the in/out motion his ass was experiencing. Getting up, he dropped his pants to his feet before kicking off his sneakers and stripping out of his clothes, his long hard 8" dick springing stiffly between his legs as he reached into his bottom dresser draw to pull out a bottle of lubricant. Tae watched as Q anointed his fingers, then reached behind himself to grease his own asshole, stuffing his fingers inside to open the rectum. Tae loved Q's slim muscled body, especially when he bent over for him in doggy position where Q's compact muscled ass cheeks would part and spread, revealing the slightly haired lining about his puckered hole. Tae couldn't resist falling to his knees (after undressing) to eat the tiny morsel, pressing his face firmly between Q's cheeks to suck his hole. Q groaned out loud as the warm wet tongue washed over his anus, enveloping him like a warm blanket as he lowered his head to the bed and whimpered like a baby, inspiring Tae to eat more. Tae lavished Q's asshole with lukewarm kisses, French kissing the outer ring before darting his tongue in and out. Using his thumbs to pry the cheeks further apart, he wedged his face up in the spread crack, becoming one with the moon as he bathed and salivated over the stretched ring. Q could feel his friend working over his sphincter muscles by keeping the ring stretched wide. When Tae finally pulled his face from Q's ass, the hole was dripping saliva juice. Tae stood up and rubbed his dickhead along the ass crack, wetting the head before feeding it into the hole. "UHHHH..." grunted Q, feeling the thick dick stretch him wide as it inched ever so slowly into his ass. Tae watched every second of the action as the brown skin ass swallowed up his tan dick like a hungry mouth. He pushed and pushed until his pubic hairs were pressed up against Q's ass cheeks. Holding still, he ground his pubic bone into Q's ass, churning his dick around in the tight socket while stretching the hole to accommodate his downward curve. Q groaned in constant pain as his asshole fought to get rid of the invader intruding its domain. Tae tried to keep himself from coming too soon as the asshole attacked his dick, squeezing and tightening on the embedded shaft as it tried (unsuccessfully) to force him out. Unable to hold off, his dick started pulsating and throbbing long before he was ready. Tae keep his dick buried in the rectum as he started to shoot off, coming accidentally in Q's gut. Biting his lower lip to keep from groaning out loud with embarrassment, he stayed his course, making Q believe he was being still solely for HIS benefit, allowing him to get used to the penetration. Q kept his head ducked low, breathing shallowly as his body was slow to adjust to the impalement. It wasn't until after Tae finished coming that he started to slide his hips back and forth, slowly fucking his friend's fuck-hole. Q had no idea that he'd just been cummed in, as the dick started to move in and out of him. "Do you like it...? Is it good...?" asked Q, lifting his head and looking over his shoulder. "Hell yeah..." said Tae, giving no signs that he'd just cum, as his dick stayed completely hard. "...best ass I've ever fucked...!" he stated as he started sliding in and out, using his slim slender hips to drive his dick through his buddy's bottom. Q held onto the bed sheets, his face twisted in pain and discomfort as his friend's dick stretched him all out of shape. He could feel the dick pulling his anus in and out, the under curved hook wreaking havoc though his colon as it dug deep inside him in an incredible angle. Q's face twisted in distress as his body slowly adjusted to the dick raking its way through his body. With each inward stab of his dick, Tae's prick became more and more coated with his creamy cum, causing Q's rectum to become saturated inside, eventually allowing for a smoother fuck. After about 10 solid minutes of nonstop in/out driving action, Q's anus began to dilate and soften under the constant pressure as manly grunts of pleasure began to ring out between the rhythmic beats of loud hip-hop music and the consistent squeak of bed springs in the background. Q often played loud music to drown out the grunts and groans coming from his bedroom as the vibrations of the base drum vibrated off the walls and sometimes knocked down pictures and fixtures off the neighbor's wall of the adjoining row home next door. The owners would tell Q's grandmother in hopes that she could keep the teenager from blasting his rap music so loudly whenever she wasn't home. However what nobody knew was that the music (while enjoyable to Q) was merely a diversion, allowing him to enjoy his buddy's dick pummeling his rectal passage without fear of anyone hearing him. If anyone who saw Q and his Blasian buddy enter into the house and (correctly) suspected the odd looking pair might be DL lovers, they would suspect Q as the top aggressor, believing HE was the one planting buck shots in his hommie's backside. However, nothing could be further from the truth... "Shit nigga..., damn...!" he grunted into the pillows as their bodies crashed together in repeated rhythm. Tae held onto Q's waist as he slammed his trim slim hips into his lover's upturned ass, sending his long thick NINE straight up the black boy's bare backside. Q grunted aloud, gritting his teeth and taking his punishment like a man. When he first met Tae (in community college), he recognized him from the neighborhood store and figured he would smooth talk the handsome Black/Asian into letting him tap that ass. The two boys became friends after meeting and learning they live in the same neighborhood. However once they learned they both played for the same team, it quickly became apparent WHO the aggressor was when Q found himself facedown in bed, getting his ass eaten like a champ. 19 year old Tae-Hyun Kye was mixed with Korean and Black. His mother was shunned when the family realized she was dating a black man. Tae grow up in a household without his father, and often felt different around his other Korean families. While growing up on the streets of West Philly, he often found he identified more with other black kids (even if he didn't exactly fit in visually with his slightly slanted eyes and flattened oval facial features). As he got older he learned of his sexuality towards other males, but not just any males, the super strong, arrogant, (sometimes) ignorant THUG type black males. The street corner boys who often came into his family's store and acted like they didn't want them in their neighborhood. It wasn't until Tae's 17th birthday that he finally got the courage to approach one of them, letting him know how much black guys really turned him on. Tae wasn't sure how the thug guy would react, however the black guy was really flattered, and the two of them ended up fucking around in his family's store's basement. It was there that Tae leaned the pleasures of topping a fat, tight, black male booty, digging his thick dick into one of their delicious backsides and riding him like a horse jockey. He had to cover the guy's mouth with his hands and stuff cloths in his mouth to keep him from screaming too loud and alerting his family upstairs in the store. When he came, he flipped the thug boy over on his back and fucked him again in missionary position, beating his insides to a pulp as he hammered him until he came again. From that moment on he was hooked on shoving his big thick dick up chocolate asses, ignoring his family's pleas to `stay away from darkies'. Tae could feel his second orgasm beginning to build the harder he fucked his boy's backside. Q could feel the pressure mounting as Tae's fuck thrusts came harder AND faster, driving a line straight through him as it pounded at his backdoor like a vintage battering ram. Q reached down between his spread thighs and grasped his hardon, stroking it briskly as his dick seemed poised to cum. With the rhythmic pounding at his backside increasing, the pressure inside his colon was beginning to crest as his anus began to shock and shutter, clamping down in spasms on Tae's plunging prick as Q's dick started spurting thick ropes of semen across his mangled bed sheets. "UHH..! UHHH...! UHHH...! UHHH..! UHHH..! UHHH...! UHHH...! UUURRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!" yelled Q, coming everywhere as the cum flew from his dick in heavy spurts. Tae could feel his buddy's tight hole grip tighter around his dick, choking the shaft as he continued to pump in and out of his convulsing rectum. "Oh shit..., I'm gonna cum too...!" announced Tae, locking Q's hips in a death grip before slamming his pelvis home a half dozen times... "AAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH...fuck yeah...! Yeah! Oh god...! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh...fuck...! UUHHHHH...!" he groaned and grunted, coming even harder the second time as his dick ached out each pulse. This time Q's sensitive hole felt every pulse as the dick pumped a fresh batch of seed into him, filling his gut full. The two young men remained locked together (dick N ass) for several long minutes, feeling the pulse of their hearts return to normal as Tae's dick began to shrink in Q's flexing/milking chute. "Q..., you in there...?!" yelled Q's grandmother, knocking on the bedroom door. "Oh shit!" whispered Q, jumping up off the bed as Tae ripped his semi-hardon from his ass in a panic. "It's my grandma..., get dressed! Quick!" "Q...? You IN there, boy...? Turn that music down!" she yelled, testing the doorknob. "Shit..., she's coming in...!" panicked Tae, throwing on his pants. "I locked the door...!" assured Q, as the music continued to blast loudly in their ears. "Q...?!" yelled grandma, banging harder. "I know you in there..., open this door!" "Out the window...!" insisted Q, knowing his grandma wouldn't understand two half naked boy in the bedroom... "What...??" asked Tae, looking at Q like he was crazy. "We're two stories up...!" "Don't be such a puss...!" said Q, opening the window and pushing out the screen. "You could hand-jump to the ground..., I used to do it all the time...!" "From the second floor...? You're crazy!" said Tae, refusing. "If she finds you here, she's gonna tell everybody bout the gay Chinese boy in the corner store she saw naked in her grandson's bedroom...!" warned Q. Tae thought of that rumor getting back to his family... "Okay, I'll jump...!" he said, heading for the window. "Just hang onto the side, and aim for the dirt ground below..." advised Q, helping his boy through the window. "...don't land on the neighbor's fence, you could impale yourself...!" "HUH...??!" called Tae, hanging off the edge. "Q..., open this door RIGHT NOW!!" screamed grandma over the music as she beat her fist upon the door. "Comin' grandma...!" called Q, closing the window on his buddy as he finished dressing... "Q...!" called Tae, hanging outside the back window, his loose unfastened pants falling down off his bare ass to dangle around his ankles as he clung to the window ledge for dear life. Q quickly fastened his pants and unlocked the door, finding his angry grandmother standing in the doorway, blocking the exit. "Hi grandma..." smiled Q, ignoring her angry look. "...I did'n kno' you were home...!" "How could ya...?" she asked, walking into the room suspiciously. "...with all that racket goin' on...! Turn that shit off boy, this ain't no dance hall!" "Sorry grandma...!" said Q, turning it down. While he had his back turned, his suspicious grandmother opened the closet door... "What'chu up in here doin' all by yourself, boy...?" she asked, checking to make sure no girls were hiding about. "Smells like sex and ASS in here...!" Q nearly choked at how on-point his grandma was... "Smells like WHAT, grandma...?" he asked, holding back the laughter. "You hidin' GIRLS up in here, boy...?" she asked, looking at Q with the weary eye. "NO grandma..." frowned Q, innocently. "...you said NO company when you're not home...!" "Damn straight!" said Granny. "Nigga's don't know how to ACT in someone else's house..." she said, falling to her kness to check under the bed for a body. Just then Tae lost his grip on the side of the house, and plunged two stories down into grandma's bushes... "What was that...?!" she asked, popping her head up. "What was WHAT...?" asked Q, pleading ignorance. "I heard somebody scream...!" said grandma, unsure. "Turn that radio OFF...! I ain't gonna tell ya again!" she yelled. Q turned off the stereo. "Must've been outside..." he said, hunching his shoulders. His grandma slowly got up off her knees and looked Q's half naked body over suspiciously. He wasn't up in this room doing nothing... --she thought to herself, as he stood before her dressed only in his jeans (no shirt, no socks). "Yeah..." she said, giving him the `I know ya doin' somethin' look. "...YOU just make sho' you keep that music down..., the neighbors be complainin' to me all the time bout how you be blastin' that shit all loud...! You don't have to turn it up like that to hear it...! Ya ain't deaf!" she insisted, walking down the hall, leaving Q to sigh in relief. Q quickly ran back to the window and opened it, peeking down over the edge to see if Tae landed okay...? All he saw was a ripped pair of khakis pants and some sandals lying in the yard, and wondered what happened to his friend...? 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.