Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 20:48:48 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: The Hood 34 THE HOOD-34 Clash Of The Titans Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY What started as a slight whisper of voices in opposition, soon became a wave of protesters who gathered outside the store front of The Kye Family Variety Store in West Philly, where a Korean family was tortured and raped by a well-known street thug. 47 yr old Julio Espisedo stood atop a soap box, speaking out to the large crowd of spectators as he promoted his nonprofit organization FAD [Father's Against Drugs], hoping to recruit new members and open up a new charter. He spoke of the growing violence in neighborhoods, pointing out the murder of Joon-Ho, and the attempted murders of his family. He spoke of the boom of drugs in the area, and how more and more drug houses seemed to pop up every day, turning residential neighborhoods into battlegrounds as dealers take over the street corners. Local media filmed the crowd started marching down the street, chanting old spirituals and declaring to `take back' their streets with the aid of Mayor McConnell's new `Tough Streets' program. The crowd walked from corner to corner, blasting known drug dealers and calling out neighborhood bullies. The march stopped in from of Mildred Winfield's [Grandma Win'] house, where her granddaughter Andrea had been recently raped by drug dealers living only a few doors down the street. 70 year old Mildred Winfield came out of the protection of her home to tell reporters that she never felt safer in her own neighborhood until members of FAD came sround to assure peace and safety with new Town Watches. She also mentioned the streets were infinitely safer now that the drug house on the corner had been boarded up, bringing a round of applause from the spectators giving their supports. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< LATER After the crowds died off and the cameras packed up and moved away, Julio headed over to KaliQ's house to visit with the father and his soon to be stepson. "You organized that rally pretty quickly since the last time we talked...!" said KaliQ, after welcoming Julio into his home. "Some of the parents from my South Philly Branch came down to support...!" explained Julio. "The rest was just your neighbors being fed-up with all the wildness going on in their streets!" "I appreciate what you did...!" said KaliQ, thinking of his son. "I'd HATE to see Kaleb get twisted back in that gang again...! His life might've been so much different had he never gotten involved!" he theorized. "If only I had stayed in his life...!" he added, angry with himself. "Kaleb isn't a bad boy..." reasoned Julio. "...he has MORE of you inside him than you think...!" he added, getting a strange look for the father before they both burst into laughter! "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" he apologized, realizing how it sounded afterwards. "It's TRUE!" agreed KaliQ, walking into the kitchen for a drink. "I've been fucking my own SON since he's been living with me...! What could be funnier than that...?!" Julio watched KaliQ pour himself a glass of wine, downing it within seconds before pouring himself another one. It was obvious that he'd already downed several earlier, making him already beginning to slur his speech. "You can't keep beating yourself UP over that, KaliQ..." rationalized the older Rican, feeling the father's torment [having gone through it himself back in Roswell Heights]. "...what happened to Kaleb might've happened anyway when he got older...! A guy doesn't just SLIP into being gay by accident..., it has to have been something INSIDE him before any of this even started!" "Is THAT supposed to make me feel better...?" asked KaliQ, downing the second drink. "No matter HOW you cut it, I molested MY BOY!" "You GAVE Kaleb what he wanted..." corrected Julio, "...BEFORE he got it from someone else on the street who loved him much less and who would probably have really abused him!" KaliQ stared at Julio for a second, trying to see if he really understood his position or was just patronizing him...? "Remember...I'M guilty of the same thing...!" he reminded. KaliQ snickered... "Yeah..., but YOU'RE not his father..., I AM!" he argued, pouring himself yet another drink. "You sure you want to drink that...?" asked Julio, knowing he'd already consumed too much. KaliQ ignored his company as he tilted the glass up to his lips and gulped it all down, his Adam's Apple bobbing in the process. "You're such a reasonable man, Julio...!" said KaliQ, pouring another. "Is THAT what L sees in you...?" "Latrina has nothing to do with this!" said Julio, wanting to wrestle the bottle away from KaliQ's hands. "ah...but you're WRONG...!" laughed KaliQ, swinging around [and spilling some of his booze onto the floor]. "She's smack dab in the MIDDLE of it all!" he added, pulling the glass to his lips. "Wouldn't you like to be SOBER when Kaleb comes home...?" asked Julio, watching KaliQ make an ass of himself. "Nope!" answered KaliQ, simply. "When my 18 year old SON comes home..., he's gonna want me to FUCK him some more...! And I..., I need to be drunk to do that for him...!" Julio sympathized, reading the pain in KaliQ's voice as a man who deeply regretted doing what he did with his son. "Have you TOLD Kaleb that you don't want to have sex with him anymore...?" asked Julio curiously, knowing HE himself had to deny the boy access to his meat [see Roswell Heights]. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!" laughed KaliQ. "Like THAT works!" he said, stumbling backwards. "I'll just wakeup with his mouth on my dick...! Or with him RIDING me like a chick would! And once he gets me all worked up..." admitted KaliQ, looking into the bottom of his empty glass. "...I...I can't HELP myself...! He doesn't take NO for an answer...! Just like his mother!" "What do you mean by that...?" asked Julio, unable to recall a time where Latrina wouldn't take no for an answer. KaliQ hunched his shoulders, pouring himself another glass... "L and I FUCKED a couple of weeks ago...!" he admitted, feeling guilty about that too. "She came over with all these DOUBTS about getting married again...and wanted to know if she was crazy for wanting to go through it all again!" Julio watched with bated breath as KaliQ down his latest drink, feeling the alcohol burn down his esophagus. "We have a long history, me and her...!" he rambled, not noticing the anger rising on Julio's face. "Before I knew it, we were in each other's arms, fuckin' like teenagers in high school all over again...!" "YOU fucked MY fiancé...?" asked Julio, balling his hands into fists... KaliQ looked over at the older man... "Fucked ain't the word..." he said, too impaired to realize what he was saying. "...she was ALL OVER ME like a horny dog...! I don't think she's had any dick this good since we divorced!" Without realizing it, Julio reached back and sucker punched the 40 year old man across the face, sending KaliQ back into the refrigerator before falling onto the floor in a daze. KaliQ felt like he'd just been hit by a mack truck when he suddenly found himself being pummeled by more than one fist. Something inside Julio had snapped, something that always kept his physical anger in check. He kicked and punched the younger man until KaliQ was lying in a heap on the floor, then [desiring revenge] reached down and roughly yanked the man's pants down off his dark ass, exposing his virgin bubble. Julio unfastened his pants and jacked his dick until it was hard enough for fucking, then he grabbed a stick of margarine from the fridge and smeared a pat over KaliQ's tight tiny pucker before aligning his dick and ramming forward! "AARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH...!!!" struggled KaliQ, being penetrated for the first time as Julio's long uncut cock bore its way through him. Fueled by anger and resentment, Julio pushed forward until he had all 8 inches buried up the younger man's tight ass. He could feel the strong anus squeezing around his deeply embedded dick, trying to defend the uncharted path as it threatened to cut his dick off. He grabbed KaliQ by the hips [pulling him up onto his drunken knees], then began to hammer at his backdoor as visions of KaliQ and Latrina fucking and laughing at him behind his back played in his head. "URRRHHHH...!! URRRHHHH...!! URRRHHHHH...!! URRRHHHHH...!!" grunted KaliQ as he got fucked, his `juiced' up brain unable to process exactly what was happening as his body physically shut down! Julio took full advantage of KaliQ's stupor as he took revenge on his asshole, battering his way through his rectal passage and slamming his own hairy pelvis into the tight firm cheek before him! Every time KaliQ tried to get himself up off the floor, he felt something [or someone] pushing him back down, holding him against his will. The pain in his ass was dulled by the amount of alcohol in his system. He was barely conscious as he got fucked, vaguely aware that he was in such a precarious position as his ex-wife's fiancé pounded him hard from behind! 47 year old Julio Espisedo was the angriest he'd been since his 6 year old son [Ethan] was killed in an accidental drive-by shooting years before! For the past 18 months or so he'd been intertwined in this family, dealing with Kaleb's issues and KaliQ's & Latrina's dramas. Just when he thought all the topsy-turviness was over with, did he find out that KaliQ and Latrina were fucking behind his back! It'd been a LONG TIME since Julio allowed another woman in his life after he and his wife divorced [they're marriage unable to handle the weight of their son's death], believing Latrina a woman worth the sacrifice, only to have it all blow up in his face. The more he thought about all the long late night conversations they had over her ex-husband [trying to mend old broken fences for Kaleb's sake], Julio got angrier, now believing it was all done simply so Latrina could have excuses to see KaliQ behind his back! Julio fucked harder, gripping tighter onto KaliQ's waist as he pounded against the helpless black man's bubbled ass with a vengeance. He watched his long hard 8" uncut Puerto Rican dick slam into KaliQ's black ass, his hairy pelvis slapping into the dark curve over and over again as he drove his prick into the drunkard's depths. Julio's fucking was as much out of passion and anger, as it was devastation and betrayal! Not only had he thought he found his next wife in Latrina, he also thought he'd found a FRIEND in KaliQ, after all the drama they shared surrounding his son. Julio had really begun to like KaliQ, and trusted him as a confidant and friend! Julio could feel his pending orgasm beginning to build in his balls as he fucked. He didn't want to cum yet, he was still angry over the betrayal and wanted to punish the black man more by butt fucking him longer! He wanted KaliQ to awaken from his drunken state with the memory totally intact of him taking his manhood. He wanted the ex-husband's asshole to ache profusely for days from his beating, seeping tons of cum as he tried to look at himself in the mirror and realize he could no longer say he'd never had a cock up his ass! Julio drilled the ass as hard and deep as he could, pulling KaliQ's muscular body back onto his dick as he thrust forward, driving further with each stroke. His ears were rewarded with grunts and groans coming from KaliQ every time he rammed extra hard and deep, causing a significant amount of PAIN to charge through his body. He smiled sadistically at the thought of taking the big man's virginity. Whenever they saw each other they'd both know and remember THIS DAY as the day he lost his anal virginity to another man! Julio could feel his orgasm starting to rise heavily in his swaying balls. Despite not wanting to cum yet, he pounded KaliQ into the corner of the kitchen, wedging him between the wall and the fridge as he hammered hard as his backside. KaliQ grunted painful responses as he crawled into the corner, trying to escape. Julio rammed all the way in, then unloaded one of the largest climaxes of his life straight up in the black man's gut! "AAARRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGKKK...FUCK!!!!!" he screamed as he came, bashing his pelvic bone into KaliQ's ass to insure every ounce of his sperm entered the man's rear end! "AARRRHHHH...!!" grunted KaliQ, pinned in place as he had no choice but to except the deluge flooding his sore bowels. Julio slumped down over KaliQ's back [keeping his cock firmly planted balls deep] as both men lay flat against the tiled floor, unable to move. "Oh god..." groaned Julio after a few minutes, gaining some of his depleted strength. He forced himself up as he withdrew from KaliQ's ass, his long soft dick popping from the super tight hole like a cork from a bottle. He stared down at KaliQ's masculine ass, unable to believe he'd just deflowered it. Most of his anger now was gone, as he wondered exactly WHAT KaliQ's response would be once he sobered? Julio realized KaliQ was physically bigger and stronger than him, and could quite possibly whip his ass in a fair fight. He suddenly found himself hoping the drunken man WOULDN'T remember the deflowering, that all he would recall when he awakened was the horrible headache from his hangover! Julio pulled up his pants and fixed his clothing before helping KaliQ up off the floor. He physically carried the man into the living room where he helped pull up his paints before gently lying him on the sofa to sleep off his high. Then Julio went back into the kitchen to tidy up and clean any evidence of their altercation, before gathering his things to leave. He stood outside on KaliQ's doorstep for a moment, staring around at the neighbors and wondering if anyone had overheard what transpired inside the house? Across the street he could see Mr. and Mrs. Rollins getting into the family car to run errands; he could see the mechanic [Theo Jones] checking out his roommate's car engine with his head under the hood as a teenage boy [Saniel] rode by on his bicycle, his sagging pants revealing his plush ass through his tight whitey briefs as he sat on his seat; and realized no one was paying him any extra unwanted attention. His ordeal with KaliQ had gone completely unnoticed as he jotted down the steps and headed for his car, heading home to discuss with Latrina her betrayal! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ LATER ON 18 year old Kaleb Nelson was dropped off at his father's house by his mother [after a day of shopping for his tuxedo for the wedding]. She kissed him goodbye on the cheek, having had a good day, then drove off as he walked up the front steps to his home. Kaleb used his key to open the door and walk in. He tossed his tux [wrapped in plastic] over the inside banister, as he walked over to the sofa to investigate his sleeping father on the sofa. He noticed his dad's clothing a bit disheveled, then noticed the smell of alcohol on his breath and wondered if his dad had been horny before falling asleep? Reaching down, he began feeling the lump in his father's groin, feeling it rise and harden under his heavy manipulations. Figuring his dad would probably enjoy some good head in his high state, Kaleb unfastened his father's pants and pulled his stiffened prick from his open zipper before leaning forward and taking it in his mouth. KaliQ Nelson had no idea he was being blown at the moment. He shifted in his sleep, rolling from his side onto his back as his son followed suit, never once removing his mouth from his hardened piece. Kaleb continued sucking as he bobbed his head over his father's groin, eating his dick as if it were lunch. Loving the feel and taste of his father's penis, Kaleb undid his own pants as he freed his raging erection and began masturbating while he sucked. He swallowed his father's dick to the root [holding it in his mouth and throat for several seconds] before coming up for air. KaliQ moaned softly but continued to sleep as the mouth bobbed up and down his masterful tool. Kaleb tightened his lips as he bobbed, using his spit slick tongue to caress the long hard column as his mouth slithered up and down the shaft. Every so often he'd lavish the head, suckling the crown and darting his tongue into the piss-slit to taste any remnants of pre-cum. KaliQ started to come around midway through the sucking, his heavy head lifting up as he became aware of the sensations his dick was feeling. Touching Kaleb, he rubbing his son's back and shoulders [affectionately], before reaching down to cup his ass cheeks. Kaleb moaned as he sucked hard and stroked his own dick faster. His mouth flew up and down his dad's hard shaft as his hunger to eat his daddy's cum became consuming. KaliQ was still in a fog as some of his senses started to return and awaken. He dreamt someone [Latrina?] was sucking his dick, as he reached down and started to push his son's head further down his shaft. Kaleb could feel his father's huge hand on the back of his head, forcing him to take more of him into his sucking mouth. Kaleb tied to accommodate as he sucked deeper, taking more dick into his throat. But every time he tried to pull up, KaliQ's hand pushed him down further, making it impossible for him to pull up far enough to breath. Kaleb began to gag as the dickhead never left his throat, keeping his throat open at all times. KaliQ pushed the head down further as his dick bricked harder. He was lost somewhere between dream and reality as he fucked while half asleep, not yet fully aware of his actions. Kaleb didn't want to stop his father from fucking his face, so he simply endured the heavy hand thrusting his head down into his lap. He choked and gagged more and more often, unable to relax as the dick pounded at the back of his throat. KaliQ grabbed his son's head with both hands like a basketball, then started to pound his face into his groin, fucking him fully charged. Kaleb whacked as his dick like a madman as his father fucked his face. He could feel the older man's prick swell and stiffen between his lips as his mouth stayed bobbing about the base, moving no more than an inch or more up from the groin. KaliQ threw his head back into the sofa cushions as he thrust up into his son's throat, planting his dick somewhere midway in his esophagus. "UURRRHHHHHHH!!" he grunted, coming hard as his dick suddenly started spitting thick clots of hot cum directly down Kaleb's throat. "gguuaaakkkk..!!" gagged Kaleb, shooting his own cum load all over the sofa base and floor at the same time, feeling his father unload down his throat. The cum spurted from his father's prick in rapid succession, pouring into him like a water spout, straight into his stomach. KaliQ ground his son's face down in his groin as he came, shooting his entire load inside the tight confines of his throat. It wasn't until his orgasm was over that KaliQ finally released his son's head, then fell back onto the sofa asleep, snoring as if he'd never awakened. Kaleb pulled back to gasp for breath, gently cleaned his father's spit wet dick with his mouth, eating the last of his oozing cum from the piss-slit before tucking his softening morsel and leaving him to rest! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ELSEWHERE With one of DMoney's most popular drug houses suddenly shut down, the surviving Dealers left behind had to find another places to hold up shop. Fortunately there were always addicts willing to put up their homes for free drugs, giving dealers more opportunities to swindle home owners out of their properties. Money had no shortage of drug houses inherited to him by Whinny [The POOH] Graham. Marvin Shane, Bling, Will, Diamond [detective Ramone], Makal [Malik], and other lesser known dealers were sent to other area drug houses and/or corners to work until the heat fell off. It was Tyrone's job [as Money's new right hand man] to insure the money continued to flow properly despite the setbacks. He oversaw everything, not bothering Money with the `little things'. "Tell Malik I said `thanks' for the save!" said older sibling Marvin Rollins, after narrowly messing being arrested the day of the raid. "Wasn't Malik," said Tyrone, as the brothers bypassed each other during the day. "I overheard him talking to his partner about it at home! Malik couldn't care less if you got arrested or not!" "Whateva!" responded Marvin, believing his little brother still jealous of his prior relationship with Malik before they got together. "I'm sho' he made SURE you overheard `em, whether you wanna admit it or not!" added the older brother before moving on, giving his younger brother something to think about. For hours Tyrone Rollins worked with that thought dancing about in the back of his head. Sure his current lover [detective Malik Jones] had a tumultuous relationship with his brother at best! Malik was always bailing Marvin out of a jam. But that was BEFORE he and Malik hooked up. By the time Tyrone and Malik started dating, Malik had kicked Marvin to the curb, having wanting nothing more to do with him. However, Tyrone was finding it awfully convenient that he overheard classified details about a drug raid involving his brother so easily. Had Malik orchestrated the entire incident so Marvin could get a safe distance? Was he counting on him overhearing so he would go back and warn his brother? Why would Malik give a shit if Marvin got re-arrested unless he was still harboring feelings for him? Tyrone wasn't sure about how he felt about the idea. He certainly didn't like being used as a puppet. If Malik wanted to be with Marvin, all he needed to do was say so. He sat in DMoney's tented Hummer, sitting outside Precinct-23 where Malik worked, trying to make up his mind whether he should say something to him about it NOW while it was plaguing his mind, or later tonight when they were home relaxing? For some reason he couldn't just let it go. If he was being played by Malik and his brother, he wanted to know beforehand. Calling Malik on his cell phone, he told his BF that he was sitting outside waiting for him. Minutes later officer Malik walked out the front door of the Precinct, then jotted over to the huge black Hummer parked across the street. "The PERKS of working for a businessman, eh?" he laughed, as he climbed into the passenger's seat. "What's up baby? You KNOW I don't get off work for a few more hours!" he said before leaning over to give Tyrone a loving kiss on the lips. Tyrone felt his dick stir in his pants when their lips met. He still had deep feelings for Malik, and sincerely hoped he wasn't chumping himself by being too sensitive. "I hadda lil' talk with my brother today," he started, staring Malik over to study his body language. "he wanted me to THANK you for the warnin'!" "What warning?" asked Malik. Tyrone shifted. "Marvin thinks you allowed me to overhear you talking to Maleece about the raid at his drug house so I'd WARN him in advance," he explained. "but that's crazy, right? You ain't know I heard you and Mal talkin', right?" "Of course not!" answered Malik, looking surprised by the whole conversation. "If I DID do such a thing, I could be in trouble for compromising an investigation! Do you think I'd put my career at stake for Marvin?" "Well," said Tyrone, thinking it through. "you DID quit the Force once before to follow him Into the prison," he recalled. "at least that's how MARVIN fell it!" Malik sighed! "I was torn up back then!" he explained. "Marvin was my RAPIST! I couldn't understand the gravity that kept pulling us together back then, but I learned through my several sessions with a psychologist that I had become emotionally attached to Marvin because he awakened a sexual side of me I never knew existed! Every time with him was like reliving the first rape, which I'd orgasmed from! I didn't leave the police force to be with Marvin because I wanted to, I NEEDED to, in order to have him continue to feed me that physical authority I'd become attracted to! But once I realized what keep me going back to be misused and humiliated, I stopped! We're not together anymore! Marvin's NOT my focus anymore, YOU are!" "I know, I know!" said Tyrone, feeling like a fool for bringing it up in the first place. "I'm sorry I said anything!" he added, hoping Malik wasn't pissed to learn he'd told his brother about the raid. "It's okay." said Malik. "But you LIVE with 3 police officers, you're bound to overhear certain things we talk about! You CAN'T go outside the house to discuss these things with anyone from your past criminal life! If it gets traced back to me or Maleece, we could lose our jobs!" "I understand, baby!" agreed Tyrone. "It won't happen again!" "I understand Marvin's your brother," reasoned Malik. "I might've done the same thing if it were MY brother! But we have to have limits!" "I agree!" said Tyrone, leaning over to kiss again. "Forgive me?" "Of course I do!" smiled Malik. Tyrone ran his wet tongue over Malik's soft lips as they kissed. "We got time for a quickie?" he asked, his dick rising under his zipper. Malik looked down at the lump forming! "Tonight! Definitely!" he promised, before getting out of the car to return to work, watching as Tyrone took off down the street driving DMoney's ride! Malik HATED having to use Tyrone the way he did, but he couldn't just come straight out and TELL him about the raid without putting his job in jeopardy! Tyrone drove back to West Philly to pick DMoney up at one of his legitimate businesses, driving him back home while informing him about the activities of the day. Monies flowed as usual, with carriers sending it to the proper channels. DMoney was satisfied that his operations were going on as scheduled, while his legit businesses also flourished, bringing he and his wife personal dividends. He couldn't help feeling like Sean Puffy Combs with all of his irons in the fire. "Dedra's gonna be runnin' late with the nanny," he said, as Tyrone pulled in front of his renovated house [which were 2 row homes converted into one]. "wanna come in?" Tyrone hesitated, knowing what that meant. He had been anticipating a big night with Malik at home, wanting to fortify their relationship by making love all night long! With Money stealing most of his ball juice, there wouldn't be much left to flood Malik with! "Yeah!" he answered, not wanting to disappoint the boss. He and Money got out of the Hummer, then jotted up the steps to Money's fortress. Instead of heading upstairs to one of the bedrooms [where there was a better chance of them getting caught by Money's wife], they decided upon the furnished basement, which had a secret room hidden behind a wall in case of a police raid or other unwanted company. There was a small apartment hidden inside with a full bathroom [incl shower], kitchen, and living room set with a large pull out bed. Money started to undress as soon as they were secure, leaving out any romance or foreplay. Tyrone followed suit, knowing time was of the essence. He stared at Money's sumptuous ass to get aroused, knowing his washboard abs, muscles, and thick dick would be something of a turnoff. Money motioned for Tyrone to take a seat of the sofa as he sat down next to him. They both fumbled with each other's growing erections, with Money breaking the ice and leaning over to lick and suckle Tyrone's nipples. Tyrone slouched down in his seat as he submitted, feeling Money's warm tongue wash over his chest as they stroked each other's meats in their hands. After a few minutes Money kissed his way down Tyrone's hard abs towards his dick. Tyrone's prick lurched in Money's hand as he aimed the head at his mouth then began swabbing it with his swirling tongue. Tyrone was just getting used to the feeling of the wet tongue when Money suddenly took his dick into his mouth, then dropped his head in his lap, swallowing him whole with one gulp. "Oh shit," gasped Tyrone, resting his head back against the sofa. "I ain't neva gonna get used to you doin' that shit!" he admitted, taken aback by the boss's dick sucking knowledge. Money laughed as he pulled back up. "POOH made sure one'a my punishments for stealin' money from `em was to learn how to deep throat his big ass dick!" he informed. "Neva thought I'd miss that mofo til his ass was killed! Now I kinda got these skillz with nobody but YOU to practice `em on!" "My dick's available wheneva you want it!" said Tyrone [sincerely], feeling lusty after the deep throating. "That's good to know!" smiled Money, going back down on Tyrone's dick. Tyrone laid back against the sofa as Money buried his face in his groin, swallowing his 8.5" prick to the root. Tyrone had had his dick throated before [Malik was an excellent dick sucker], but there was a difference between getting his dick sucked by someone he fully expected was a dickpert, and someone who completely took him by surprise. To look at DMoney [with all of his street credibility and swagger], one would NEVER know he had the skills of someone who sucked dick on a regular basis. There was something hot and exciting about having his dick sucked by someone like that, some sacred brotherhood that no one knew existed by he and DMoney. Money held Tyrone's stiff dick in his throat for a minute [feeling it pulse and throb] before pulling back and dragging his lips up the swollen shaft. He suckled the head for a few seconds before going back down, enjoying the feel of his manly meat between his lips as Tyrone gasped and groaned with excitement. "Damn!" he sighed as he dick was sucked with the same expertise as at home, however when he looked at Money he saw a mirror image of himself. Anyone looking at the two men on the street would think they were related. Tyrone found himself admiring Money and his many accomplishments far more than he realized. Money ran his mouth up and down the hard shaft for a few minutes, getting it good and wet for his ass. He pulled off after about 10 minutes of suction, licking his way back up Ty's body until they were kissing. Tyrone felt his boss's lips against his own, the firmness, command and power a bit more than he expected. He was unsure who was kissing who? Money leaned back down against the sofa cushions, pulling Tyrone down on top of him as their lips remained locked together as Money opened and spread his legs, allowing Ty to lie in-between. Hard dicks rubbed against each other as Tyrone ground into Money's groin. Money's tongue entered his mouth as they began feasting each other's oral muscles. Money lifted and raised his legs as he pushed Tyrone's head down his body. Tyrone began kissing his way down Money's chest and across his stomach, licking at his hard dick on route to his ass. Hooking his hands behind Money's calves, he hoisted his legs higher in the air before going down on his ass. "Yeah!" moaned Money, feeling Ty's tongue washing over his clean shitter. Tyrone painted his asshole wet with a series of licks, eating it as he would an ice cream cone. Money was able to look up and watch Tyrone eat his manhole, watching his facial expressions as he tasted his boss's hole and lavished it in spit. "Get it good and wet!" encouraged Money, loving the way it felt. Tyrone darted his tongue in and out of the hole, prepping it thoroughly. Only after he was sure Money was ready, did he lower the drug lord's legs halfway and slap his dick against his spit wet ass crack. Aiming the head against the hole, he pushed in gently, feeling the boss's resisting anus tighten and relax before flowering open, allowing him to slide inside. "Oooohhhh fuck!" moaned Tyrone, loving how tight Money's ass was. Money made sure to grip the dick tightly on purpose as it slid into him. He loved the sounds Tyrone made when his dick squeezed into his body. He watched as Tyrone ground against him [with closed eyes], savoring the feeling as the anal muscles clamping around him. "Damn, yur tight!" he whispered, falling into stilt position over Money's prone torso. "Can't run an underground organization with a loose asshole," laughed Money. "I ain't Kane!" "Not by a long shot!" agreed Tyrone [having fucked both], pulling back as he began fucking. Money's asshole squeezed and massaged his dick in ways Malik's hole didn't. It was the difference between fucking an 18 year old virgin on her wedding night, verses fucking the mother of multiple children. While the emotional attachment wasn't there with DMoney, the tightness of his anus certainly made up for much of it. Tyrone couldn't help thrusting through as he set up a steady fuck pace, dipping in and out of the gripping hole as it sucked and choked his manhood with a vice like grip. Money could feel Tyrone's dick moving through his rectum, sliding back and forth with a steady stroke. He couldn't help grabbing his own raging erection as he began to stroke in unison. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the erotic rhythm sliding through his body as he jacked himself in perfect time. Tyrone hovered over top [in pushup position], his arms stretched out on either side of Money's prone body as he majestically moved his hips back and forth. For 15 minutes they fucked in that position, ignoring Money's cell phone which rang in his pants pocket on the floor. Changing positions, Tyrone got on his knees and pulled out as Money wrestled around on his stomach. Spreading his legs, he arched his back to make a grand target for Tyrone who leaned in over him and slipped back in, resuming where they left off. `Kobe was an IDIOT to fuck up this deal!' –thought Tyrone, lying across Money's muscular back as he began humping into him. He could alternated watching his dick disappear up the boss's backside, or kissing the back of Money's neck and shoulders as he fucked. Money ground his hard-on against the sofa cushions as he surrendered his asshole. He loved the feel of Tyrone's sword slicing through him, knowing his prick wasn't as big and thick as POOH'S, leaving little chance that he would stretch his hole too wide as POOH'S monster dong threatened to do. Tyrone lay down directly over Money's back, resting his chest to his shoulder blades as he continued to hump and fuck. "I ain't gonna be able to last much longer!" he warned, knowing Money's hole was winning the fight. Money clamped his hole tighter, causing Tyrone to gasp aloud as he started to fuck harder. "Shit man, you TRYIN' to make me cum right now, aint'cha?" he asked, knowing he was reaching his boiling point. "Dedra's callin'!" reasoned Money, knowing they had to cut the session short. Tyrone suddenly found himself hating to have to end it, as he picked up the pace and began slapping his pelvic bone into Money's ass. Money grunted softly as Ty's hips beat into him repeatedly, driving his manhood man home with every stroke. He could hear Tyrone's breathing starting to labor as they fucked. He pushed his muscular ass back onto the bone, milking the shaft by flexing his hole around the shaft. "Uhhh!" groaned Tyrone, unable to withstand anymore pressure as he plunged in one last time and held himself balls deep! Money could feel Ty's straining dick pulsing inside him, just before it plumped and swelled, then started spitting hot gobs of sperm into his colon. "AARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" yelled Tyrone, unable to hold back his passion, bucking and grinding as if on a wild carnival ride. "Yeah nigga, gimme that nut man!" whispered Money, lifting his head and torso as his face rose next to Ty's. Rubbing stubble cheeks, their lips brushed together before Tyrone passionately gripped Money in his arms [from behind], and jammed his tongue into his mouth! Money could feel his own dick throbbing in-between the cushions, threatening to burst at any moment. Luckily he was able to hold off from spilling his load, wanting to save it for his wife's pussy later tonight. Tyrone felt his orgasm subsiding as he removed his tongue from Money's mouth, then slowly started to withdraw. The two men dressed in total silence, neither acknowledging the passions just exchanged between them. Once dressed, they gave street corner half-hugs before hitting the exit. Money walked Tyrone to the front door [discussing things they needed to do tomorrow], before watching him drive off. His asshole was feeling wet and well fucked as he prepared to go inside. Noticing his wife's car parked out front, he decided to slip upstairs to give her some of that nut he deprived himself from shooting earlier. When Money got to the stop of the stairs, he noticed the familiar sound of Dedra moaning in ecstasy, as if having an impromptu orgasm. He pulled his gun from a specially tailored place in his clothing [in case patted down by police], then burst into his bedroom expecting to see Dedra with a MAN! "MONEY!" yelled Dedra in surprise as she jumped up from the bed, her female assistant's head between her legs! Money laughed as he lowered the gun. Both women looked somewhat frightened, unsure how the man would react to seeing them in bed together. But Money simply sat the gun aside, then started to undo his clothes. "The more the merrier!" he said, joining the women in bed! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 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.