Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 18:09:40 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: the hood-7 THE HOOD-7 WHEN TRAGEDY STRIKES Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< THE WELLS FARGO CENTER South Philly The Philadelphia 76ers forward ran down court, dribbling the ball between his legs as he shook off the opponent, then passed off to the point guard who took the ball within 10 feet of the basket, searching for an opening. He found it when the second forward took an early leap towards the basket, meeting the ball midair for a 2-point dunk, extending their lead 12 points. "YEAH! THAT'S what I'm talkin' bout!" yelled 19 yr old Quest Winfield (otherwise known as "Q"), jumping up enthusiastically from his spectator's chair. The arena roared with excitement simultaneously, all cheering the team's unusual unity. Q sat back down beside his date (19 yr old Tae Hyun Kye), a sexy black/Korean asian with the best combined features of both races. "Thanks for the seats, babee..., I've never been to an actual Sixer's game before!" "I know..." smiled Tae, happy to be the first to treat Q to a pro game. "...I'm expecting some really HOT gratitude for scoring these tickets...!" he joked, only half serious. "You WON these tickets in a dollar raffle..." said Q, knowing nothing came out of Tae's pocket. "...but on the HOT Grat tip..., I gotcha boo!" he agreed, slapping Tae casually on the knee. With thousands of onlookers about, they couldn't display their feelings like they wanted. They had to play it cool, sitting side by side like normal friends despite wanting to do more. Tae had his sweater draped across his lap, enabling Q to inch his hand up his thigh when no one was looking. Tae squirmed uncomfortably as Q started to play in his crotch, making his dick harden beneath the sweater. Q could feel Tae's dick getting bigger and thicker under his searching fingers, tracing the thickness as it moved down his pant leg like a snake. "You keep THAT up and we might have to take care of the sex session BEFORE we leave...!" joked Tae, only half serious. "I'm DOWN with that...!" winked Q, thinking how cool it would be to have sex at a place where thousands of unsuspecting people were gathered. Tae watched Q get up from his seat, excusing himself as he squeezed past the other seated spectators. "Q..." he called, hoping his friend was joking. "...you CAN'T be serious...! Q...!" Q kept walking, leaving his boyfriend sitting as he headed up the steps towards the platform and the restroom. Tae continued to sit for a moment, staring out at the action on the ball court as his dick throbbed hard under his sweater... It only took a few moments of thought before HE too was up on his feet, following Q's lead as he excused himself through the crowd, holding his bunched sweater in front of his crotch. The Wells Fargo restroom was like any other public restroom, with heavy high volume traffic. They walked in and immediately wandered to the urinals, pretending they were not together. They waited until the last stall was available before Tae rushed over to secure the private booth for him and his lover. Q saw Tae rush in (closing the metal door behind him), and waited a few minutes longer before joining him. "Whew...it stinks in here...!" he said, frowning his nose. "I know..., I think the guy before us took a dump...!" said Tae. "What do you expect from a restroom?" "Nothing...so long as yur here..." smiled Q, locking the door before moving into Tae's arms. The two boys began to kiss, titling their heads in opposite directions before swapping spit. Tae's hands automatically ventured to Q's ass, palming and feeling the fat mounds through their jeans while pressing crotches to grind their hardons. "What you inna MOOD for...?" asked Q, giving Tae the option. "Heads or tails...?" "What are those tickets worth to you...?" asked Tae, wanting to see Q's gratitude. "A `thank you' and a handshake..." said Q, wiseass. "...THIS ain't for the tickets...THIS'S cuz I know yur asian ass's horny!" "Then you already KNOW what I want..." smiled Tae, lustfully. "...what I'm ALWAYS in the mood for...!" "Tails it is!" stated Q, looking around at their work area. "Gonna be kinda TRICKY in here, AND with no lube...!" he whispered. "I have ALL the lube you need right here!" assured Tae, flickering his tongue. "You so gross..." laughed Q, undoing his pants. "Yeah, but you love me anyway, right...?" asked Tae, waiting for Q to get into position. "Right...?" "Jury's still out on that one..." teased the black male, lowering his pants and underwear to his knees. Tae saw the pretty brown ass come into view and couldn't resist reaching out to palm the hot flesh with his hands, physically groping the fat cheeks and fingering the deep crevice. They could hear people all around them, using the facilities, flushing toilets, running water, and holding conversations. Tae fell to his knees and pushed his face up into Q's ass, prying the cheeks apart with his hands to wedge his face as far as he could. Q leaned against the stall wall, arching his back to make a better meal. Tae flicked his tongue over the sensitive hole, suckling the hot ring and darting between the spit wet lips. Q stifled his moans, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to themselves as he pressed his facial cheeks against the stall wall. Anyone looking under the stalls could easily see Q's feet facing the back wall with Tae crouched behind him, and figure what the two were doing... Tae ate Q's ass for a few brief minutes before pressing his finger(s) inside, stretching the hole. Q felt the fingers reaching up inside his rectum, massaging his tight sphincter muscles as he moved them in and out. Feeling primed, Q reached back and pulled Tae to his feet, then motioned for him to sit on the toilet. Tae undid his pants before shoving down his underwear and trousers. Sitting on the bowl, his stiff 9.5" dick stuck straight up from his groin as Q knelt down and took it in his mouth and began sucking. "Shit..." moaned the asian, titling his head back dreamingly as his boyfriend's mouth wrapped about him. Q suctioned his mouth to Tae's hardon and started sucking, painting the entire shaft with his tongue and spit. Tae bit his lower lip to keep from groaning out loud, loving the way Q's throat felt around his prick. Q stood up after only 5 minutes of sucking, then kicked off his shoes and pants before straddling Tae's thighs on the toilet. Spitting a huge gob of warm saliva onto his fingers, he reached back and lubed his own asshole, shoving two fingers inside before aligning his hole up with Tae's dickhead. Tae waited patiently (staring up into his boyfriend's face) as Q eased his ass back on his dick, the dick tip French kissing the anus before sinking in. Tae held onto Q's waist as he help him ease downward, his asshole slowly swallowing his manhood to the root. "Oooohhhh shit, Q..." he groaned softly, looking up into his face as the tight asshole sucked and choked his dick at the same time. "You like that...?" asked Q, settling his ass down in Tae's lap before grinding down on his pole. "Feels good...?" "uh god..." moaned Tae, feeling the anal muscles squeeze him about the dick base. Q flexed his anus a few times, then started lifting and lowering his ass on Tae's thick dick, the squeezing muscles sliding slowly up and down the hard shaft like a tight mouth. "Fuck...!" moaned the blasian man, holding onto Q's trim. Q rode up and down and rocked back and forth, making the dick hit all his inner walls, stretching out his chute before starting to ride. No one outside the stall knew what was going on inside. Men came and went with the sole purpose of using the laboratory as quickly as possible, then heading back to their seats to finish watching the game. The further The Sixers pulled ahead, the MORE men used the laboratories, feeling comfortable with the lead. They'd leave their wives, girlfriends, buddies, kids, or parents, rush into the restroom, wait for a urinal or stall to open up, take a quick piss or dump, wash their hands (optional), and run back to their seats to find out what they missed. Most of the men left without ever knowing how close they were to seeing two men fuck. But there were a small few who heard the muffled groans and grunts, and knew a special kind of bowel movement was going on. By now Q was bucking his hips back and forth, fucking his asshole with Tae's erect dick. Tae had to do little more than hold onto Q's waist (keeping him from falling off) as Q did all the work, bouncing, rocking, bucking and fucking like a jockey riding a champion stallion. His feet no longer touched the restroom floor as he used his thighs to rock and lift, fucking himself madly, leaning backwards for a better angle as he using the toilet paper dispenser and the stall wall to balance his torso. Tae could feel the asshole sliding up and down his dick faster and faster, sucking and massaging his solid mast as his penis got harder. Q watched Tae's angelic facial expressions as he got closer to climax, using his groans as a guide to how deeply he should feel the dick to get him off. "Oh god...!" groaned Tae, his eyes popping open in sudden panic as his orgasm hit. Q slammed his ass down in Tae's lap, then fell forward and sealed his mouth to his lover's to keep him from moaning too loudly and alerting the other restroom users. Tae moaned in Q's kissing mouth as his dick pumped and pulsed a fresh pool of semen straight into Q's bowels. Q's neglected dick lay (hard) against Tae's heaving stomach, drooling pre-cum into his navel. The two men kissed for several minutes as Tae slowly came down off his high. "Let's get out of here before someone calls security on us...!" smiled Q, laughing at Tae's drained facial expression. "But YOU haven't cum yet..." said Tae, grasping Q's erection. "It's okay..." said Q, pulling away after lifting off Tae's erection. "...you can take care of ME in the car, later...!" he suggested, as they began to get dressed. Fixing their clothes, they kissed one last time before unlocking the door and exiting, only to find security already alerted and waiting for them... "Could you two please follow us...?" they said, escorting the two minorities through the crowd of confused and angry straight men... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY 40 year old KaliQ Nelson dreaded his sleeping son (18 yr old Kaleb) waking up, knowing he would have to deal with what happened to him at the drug house 3 days ago (where Kaleb was being used as house-pussy for drug dealers and their friends). The last time KaliQ checked IN on his son, he practically molested him in his sleep, drunk off Vodka and feeling turned on after seeing his son squirming around in bed like a whore in heat (last chapter). The idea of molesting his own son made KaliQ ill to his stomach. What kind of father finds sexual pleasure in his stoned son's over fucked ass while he's asleep in bed? Surely Kaleb had his mother's bottom, --thought KaliQ, having attributes from both parents. KaliQ couldn't help thinking of his ex-wife's ass (Latrina), and his son's, comparing the two in his mind. He'd always wanted to fuck his wife in the ass, but Latrina wasn't having it, telling him if he wanted to do `that shit' he saw on porno, that he needed to marry a porn star. KaliQ thought it was ironic that his SON was getting it in the ass instead. KaliQ called off work for the past couple of days that his son was home sick, telling his job that his son had had a `bad reaction' to medication. He wasn't about to tell his boss that he found his son naked in a crack house getting butt-fucked up the ass by a room full of drug dealers. The only reason he didn't take his son to the hospital was because Julio (his ex's new boyfriend) said Kaleb would likely take a few days sleeping off the remnants of the drugs. He stayed all night the first night, checking IN on Kaleb when KaliQ was too drunk to. In fact KaliQ pretended to be drunker than he really was, just to get Julio to do the `dirty work' for him. Kaleb had soiled himself and his bed several times, unaware he was going to the bathroom on himself in bed. Julio was the one who cleaned him up and washed the sheets. KaliQ couldn't help but like Julio after everything he did for him and his son, keeping eyes on both of them to make sure they were alright before he finally left to return to his life with Latrina across town. KaliQ was a little angry with his ex, for dumping their son (who obviously had more than a few issues) on his doorstep without so much as an explanation. He was relaxing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the evening paper when he heard his son get up and stagger into the bathroom. Opting to stay downstairs, he heard the toilet flush, then heard footsteps coming downstairs as Kaleb wandered into the kitchen... "Hey dad..." he said sheepishly, standing in the doorway. "Kaleb..." said the father sternly, taking his reading glasses off as he looked up at his son. KaliQ didn't WANT to confront his son, but felt compelled to ask him "...what were you thinking...?!" Kaleb leaned against the woodwork in the doorway, unsure how to answer his father's question. "Have you lost your ever lovin' mind...??" continued the father after getting no answer. "What COMPELLED you to go to a CRACK HOUSE of all places, to look for a job...?! What makes you THINK I'd allow a drug dealer to live under my roof...?? Your MOM might've been alright with you running the streets like a little HOOD gangsta..., but I won't have it! I won't have you risking your life out there making money for some OTHER gangster who's too smart to be seen selling his own poisons in the street! From now on, I don't want you going ANYWHERE NEAR that drug house! Do you HEAR me...?!" "Yes sir." answered Kaleb meekly. KaliQ wasn't satisfied with that... "I don't understand HOW you go to a drug house to sell drugs, and end up being house-pussy for the entire house...!" he asked, still baffled by the events. "Are you GAY...?" he asked, causing a cold chill to run up Kaleb's spine. "I...I...dunno..." answered the 18 yr old. "You don't know...??" asked his father, frustrated. "DO you, or DON'T you like men...? It's THAT easy!" Kaleb hesitated... "It's NOT that easy, dad...!" he defended. "I belonged to a drug gang..., there were certain..., THINGS we had to do to be a part of the group! THINGS to prove our loyalty and commitment!" "Things like WHAT...?" asked KaliQ, "Faggot things...?" Kaleb nodded. KaliQ shook his head, thinking of his own son doing gay shit with other dudes sent daggers through his chest. "This's all your MOTHER'S fault!" he insisted, needing someone to blame. "If she'd paid MORE attention to you and what you were doing at home instead of fucking Jules..." "Julio..." corrected Kaleb. "...you'd probably have graduated with HONORS by now!" concluded KaliQ, paying his son's correction no mind. "It wasn't mom's or Julio's faults..." said the teenager, "...I was already selling drugs before HE even came into the picture!" he admitted. "In fact JULIO was the one that got me to STOP selling drugs..., that made me believe I had other things to offer!" "And WHAT was that...?" asked KaliQ, sarcastically. "Ain't no JOB gonna pay you to sit around and play video games all day!" "He taught me it was okay to LOVE someone..." cried Kaleb, emotionally. "...and to LET others love me! HE taught me how to CARE for someone else, not just myself! How to open up my feelings..., to not be scared to show my emotions..., to be HONEST with myself!" KaliQ stared at his son, as if seeing him for the first time... "Since we're being honest..." he said, his voice as icy as it was stern. "...BE HONEST and tell me the truth...! Are you a faggot...?!" "Yes!" answered Kaleb, feeling like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders. "Yes I am! I'm GAY! Your son is gay! I'm the one thing you hate the most..., --a full fledged faggot!" KaliQ looked extremely troubled as he balled his fists, then threw his coffee cup across the kitchen, smashing it against the wall as chunks of mug and black coffee sprayed everywhere. "I can't believe it...!" yelled KaliQ, jumping up from his seat. "I can't FUCKIN' believe it...! I got a fuckin' FAGGOT for a son...!! You gonna tell me YOUR MOM'S not responsible for this shit...?? SHE'S the one who raised you! It's completely HER fault you're like this!" "Not completely..." said Kaleb, feeling the need to come clean... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< NEARBY... The Kye Family Restaurant was a well known fast food store in the neighborhood, selling authentic Asian style dishes most people in the hood simply categorized as Chinese Food. They had been a staple in the black community for some time, branching out to open other Asian cuisine family owned stores in the surrounding area. Jooh-Ho Kye was the oldest male of the family (38), and the head owner of the Kye Family chain. He and his family were working to close up shop, when they were suddenly visited by 2 armed gunmen where hoodies. Mi-Hi Kye (Jooh-Ho's wife) was the first to see the gunmen enter. Having been robbed before by men wearing hoodies, the Key Family store had a policy that all males wearing hoodies had them removed before entering the premises. However the would-be robbers had no intentions of following rules. They broke into the store just as the last customers were leaving. Mi-Hi saw them enter, carrying guns and threatening everyone to "hit the floor or we'll blow yur fuckin' head off!" Jooh-Ho was working behind the register when the first gunmen ordered him to "empty out the cash! Hurry up!" Jooh opened the register, his eye on the gun he had hiding under the counter only a few inches away. He could see the second gunmen ushering the women and children into the backroom, locking them in. Jooh handed the men the smaller bills, but left the larger bills under the money drawer. The gunman snatched the cash and prepared to bolt, until he noticed how light the bundle was. "What the fuck...?" yelled the gunmen, noticing all the single and 5 dollar bills. "Come from b'hind the counter!" he ordered, aiming his gun at Jooh's chest. Jooh opted to leave the gun behind, knowing the risk was greater of getting shot. He raised his hands and came from behind the counter as told. One of the gunmen went to the register, then started cleaning out the larger bills, even lifting the money drawer to get the hidden cash underneath. "Tryin' to HOLD OUT on us, eh...?" asked the man, clocking Jooh across the face with the blunt end of his gun. Jooh fell back against the shelves (knocking several items to the floor) as the gunman locked the front door. "Whatcha doin' man...??" asked the second gunmen, running up from the back. "This asshole tried to fuck us over by cheatin' us outta our loot..." said the first man, standing over Jooh's body. "...I think WE ought'a pay `em back with a fuckin' of our own...!" "We ain't got TIME for that, man...!" argued the second man. "We'll MAKE time!" ordered the first guy, undoing his pants. Jooh-Ho was bleeding from the head, when he noticed the gunman opening his pants. Jooh tried to crawl away, but was forced face down on the floor when the gunman put his boot into his back. "Get his pants down!" he ordered his buddy, as he stroked his own dick to stiffness. Jooh-Ho fought back as best he could as he struggled to keep his manhood. He felt his dark colored khakis being yanked down with his boxer-briefs, exposing his ass to the robbers. The gunman laid down on top of him, pressing his erection between Jooh-Ho's ass cheeks. The married Korean felt the black man's dick pressing against his bud-entrance, and clutched his cheeks together to keep the stranger's invader out. But the gunman obviously had practice raping men before, as he put Jooh-Ho in a headlock, then forced his dick into the Korean's virgin buttock. Jooh's family could hear him screaming out in physical pain as they lay huddled in the back room, clutching their children and trying to get reception on their cell phones to call police. "Yeah..." moaned the first man, feeling Jooh's asshole snap shut around his digging dick. "...motherfucker's TITE as shit...! I don't think he's ever been POPPED b'fore!" "Just HURRY UP, man..., the cops could be on their way!" warned the second man, locking the front door so no new customers could walk in and catch them. The first man tightened his forearm around Jooh-Ho's neck as he thrust his entire dick up his ass, grounding his pelvic bone against the older man's flat yellow cheeks. Jooh-Ho squeezed his eyes shut as he grit his teeth in pain, his asshole being ripped asunder as the black man started to thrust in and out of him, fucking him deeply. The man fucking thrust extra hard, fighting his way through the clinching anal muscles as they fought to keep him out. Each inward thrust send searing, agonizing pain through Jooh's ass, as his breathing was temporarily cut off. Jooh pulled at the forearm cutting off his oxygen, trying to pry it from around his throat. But the desperation to breath only fueled the robbing rapist's aggression as he tightened his grip and fucked harder, driving his dick ever deeper through Jooh's shocked anus. He pounded the Asian ass under him, slamming his pelvis into the no longer virgin buttock with the intention of dominating and humiliating his captive. He had been a customer of the Kye's for months, disliking the way the Koreans eyeballed him suspiciously every time he came into their store. He hated the foreigners for coming into his neighborhood and opening up shop, unable to speak clear English while acting as if they every black person who entered their store was a potential thief. He'd had run-ins with them several times about wearing hoodies in their store, or for being shoed away after hanging around outside smoking doobies with his friends. In each case he argued with Jooh, the bat welding Asian ordering him off his property with the threat of calling police. The assailant fucked begrudgingly, purposely hurting the Asian man with angry strokes, his powerful pelvis slapping into Jooh's ass with loud resounding claps. When Jooh finally stopped struggling, he began attacking the asshole viciously, stabbing and jamming his dick well into the surrendered man's gut. "He's getting' USED to it...!" he yelled to his accomplice, fucking harder. The accomplice turned to watch, his own dick growing hard at the thought of raping a willing straight man up the ass. "His ass's still tite as hell, but he's not fightin' anumore...!" informed the rapist, feeling his arousal soar to the roof with the idea of breaking the straight man in. He fucked for another few minutes, pounding ever harder while keeping his grip around the Asian's neck. "I'm about to CUM...!" he announced, stabbing deep into the body beneath him before blowing his wad and filling Jooh-Ho's inner gut with his enormous spooge, shaking and trembling from orgasmic seizure. "AARRRHHHHH FUCK...!!" he screamed, losing his load. The gunman kept his jerking dick buried until his climax subsided. Withdrawing, he fully expected the Asian to be angry, but instead, Jooh simply laid there unmoving. "You want summa this ass b'fore we jet...?" he asked his friend. The second guy stared down at the Asian... "He's not movin'..." he informed. "Is he dead...?" "No he ain't dead...!" said the first man, kicking the Asian in the leg. "Get up, nigga!" he insisted. When Jooh didn't get up, he bend down to check for himself. The look on his face told his accomplice everything... "You suffocated him!" he said, causing the first gunman to react violently. Jumping to his feet, he physically gripped his friend by the throat and shoved him back into the shelves, his gun poised under the man's chin... "Tell anybody about this, and HE won't be the only murder under my belt!" he warned. "Wait...listen...!" said the second man, hearing sirens in the background. "They called the cops!" "Let's get the FUCK outta here!" shouted the first man running for the door, leaving Jooh-Ho's body lying partially clothed on the floor. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY Q and Tae drove back to West Philly from the Wells Fargo Center, having been escorted out by security. Tae had never been more embarrassed as they were escorted from the men's room like common criminals, everyone looking knowing what they'd been caught doing. Some people called out angry slurs, calling the ethnic couple `faggots' and `homo bait!' They were taken to Q's car in the parking lot, photographed, and banned form the Sports Center for life. "That was SO embarrassing...!" said Tae, unable to show his face. "If my family finds out..." "HOWS yur family gonna find out...?" asked Q, sucking his teeth, tired of hearing Tae complain about what already happened. "What if they put our mug shots on the news...? OR the Internet...??" theorized Tae, "The SCHOOL could find out about it...!" "Its COMMUNITY COLLEGE..." said Q, sarcastically. "...there's Internet video of guys suckin' dick in their own restrooms with times and dates...!" "That's not the point...!" argued Tae. "Why can't I have a few minutes to freak out about maybe being outed to my family...? You know I'm already having issues being the only BLACK-Asian in the entire family! Finding out that I'm GAY on top of it will just give them ONE MORE reason to hate me!" "Yur family doesn't hate you...!" said Q, keeping his eyes on the road as they drove through their own neighborhood. "How can you be so sure...?" asked Tae, knowing Q didn't speak Korean. "With the way they be COCK BLOCKIN'...?" joked Q, "Whatever..." smiled Tae, looking out the window to see the flashing emergency lights of police activity a few blocks ahead... "...what's happening up there...?" "I don't know. Ain't that YUR block...?" asked Q, getting closer. "Yeah..." answered Tae, realizing the activity circled around his family's corner store. "...stop the car..." he said, getting a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Q stopped the car halfway down the street as Tae got out and began walking. Nearby residents saw him coming and began whispering, fueling Tae's anxiety as he approached the crime scene tape cornering off the entrance to his family's store front. Police held him back as paramedics bought a body out on a stretch gurney, zipped in a non-see-through morgue bag. Tae felt the icy chill of death's hand creep up the back of his neck, causing the tiny hairs to stand all over his body as one of his aunties came running from the store in tears, chasing after the body. <"Auntie..."> he called, running up to meet her as the medics put the body in the back of their ambulance and slammed the doors. <"...what happened...?">. <"Oh Tae..."> screamed his auntie, falling into his arms distraught. <"...it's your uncle...! They killed him...!"> she cried hysterically, dropping to her knees as Tae eased her slowly to the ground. <"They killed him...!>" she repeated. <"The black bastards killed him...!!"> she sobbed, uncontrollably. Tae watched the paramedics take off to the coroner's office, with his uncle in back. He looked back at the crowd of black spectators gathered around outside (Q standing among them), all staring in wonder as Tae's eyes narrows in wonder which of them were responsible for his uncle's murder...? 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.