Date: Wed, 10 May 2000 10:28:50 +1200
From: Anfernee Williamson <wildstyle@iname.com>
Subject: "Anything For The Tribe"

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Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but they
aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Keep it real.

Anfernee "Wildstyle" Williamson of da Undaground Click.

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Williamson

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ANYTHING FOR THE TRIBE


He'd done it before. Many times.

He'd gladly do it again.

Anything to secure his brothers places in the concrete jungle in which
they lived. The endless ghetto urban sprawl that was existence and
reality.

Was there any other truth?

Maui sniffed, his broad nose flaring somewhat as he banished the effects
he was starting to feel. Standing as silent and dark as the rest of the
shadows that embraced the back alley. Existing with one in the deadness
of late night. That which was the deepest, darkest alleys of that part
of the city. A single, young maori youth, standing silent. Patient. His
back against the cold brick wall of the tenement that towered above him.

Maui glanced up. Tried to gauge the time. There was next to no light
where he had chosen to wait. A thick blanket of clouds strangled all
moonlight, gifted upon those unfortunate enough to be outdoors with a
constant stream of rain. No natural light, no broken street lamp. Maui
preferred it this way. It made for the more silent kill.

The youth glanced back downwards again. Ever patient. Watching as the
alley carried the rain back into the main street. He waited. Watched.
More listened for any sign. The sign.

He'd done it before. He'd gladly do it again.

The young man was stocky in his youth. Street bred and toughened.
Perhaps more by the pigheaded determination that he was known for. The
night was wet, but still somewhat hot. He'd dressed for it, but also for
the practicality of the job. A long black basketball jersey hung from
his thick shoulders, even in the dead dark of night, its blackness
contrasting against a lighter tone of skin. Hanging well down past his
waist, untucked, all but hugging over a prominent ass. Black sports
pants falling to bare feet, their ends rolled up slightly on thick
calves. Both a dull rather than a flashy, glossy black, mating him with
the shadows he stood in.

His features were somewhat unique to those of the city. Most would
glance uncaring, noting their slightly different build, the hold of his
cheekbones. Putting it down to the mixing pot that was the cities
cultural makeup. Yet Maui was no result of cross blood. Merely a
minority among a city of minorities.

His skin tone looked almost latino. His eyebrows, the thick kinkiness of
his short, almost afro'ed hair gave him an almost african american look.
His nose was more broad, more snubbed in a subtly different way. Keen
brown eyes, one of the many contrasts to his lighter skin tones. Dark,
training slowly, carefully over that of the alley he had seen for the
last few hours. Almost bored, somewhat lazy. The truth of his difference
laid in the clean blue strip that cut jauntily through his thick hair.

Gang allegiance.

Far beyond that. Allegiance to a truer, perhaps just as misguided truth.

His race.

Maui sniffed again, catching himself staring across the alley at the
piles of junk that had been dumped there in the absence of the cities
collections. His features. His colors. Proof of the race and pride that
he would live and die for. Race mattered to him. To his brothers. Race
drove. Set apart, was a source of power and solidarity. He belonged to a
tribe that he would do anything for. Because it was who he was, on race.
The blue leant a way to tell to those whose eyes had become lazy to the
descending features between culture.

The youth sniffed again, this time wiping at his thick nose. Coming to
the realization of how long he had been standing alone, silent in that
alley. The thought crossed his mind briefly how stupid it might have
appeared to have seen him there. A lone, colored youth, standing in the
depths of those dark alleys. Dressed in a way that obviously put him
above the need to be there.

Maui took the chance to break the unending pause. To check his gun. He
pulled it out smoothly from the waistband of his pants. Where it had
rested snug against the small of his back. Small. Light. Yet powerful
enough to end a mans life. Ruin it with a crippling injury in the least.
Its inky blackness gave it the form of the rest of the shadows of the
alley. Those that Maui was a part of, knew intimately like a lover.

He raised the gun slowly, checked it over. His grip firm, forefinger
running the snubbed length of the barrel. He turned it, checking as
always its safety.

Bringing himself to resolution, Maui drew a deep breath. Reached behind
himself with his armed hand, slipping the pistol back into his pants.
Feeling it sitting snugly. Hidden below the long reach of his basketball
jersey. His mind steeled to the actions to follow as he reached up and
snatched off his bandanna. Slipped it mostly down the front of his
pants, under his jersey. Close to that which made him man, united him in
kind with his brothers.

Maui shut his mind to the task at hand. His identity was hidden. His
purpose was single. His mind went through the same routines it always
went through in this situation.

He moved swiftly. Stepping onto the pile of old boxes and trash that he
had been standing beside. Feeling them buckle beneath his weight, yet
his weight there only long enough to push himself up at the fire escape
ladder above. His youthful, stocky strength tensed into action as he
hauled his entire self up in a swift chin up. Hearing the slight
rebellion of the escapes old metal to his weight. His right hand shot
up, caught a rung higher up as he quickly placed himself onto the ladder
proper. Climbed silent as a shadow to the first floors landing above.

Maui paused. Breathed out. The night remained silent around him. His
bare feet felt the cold sting of the escapes aged metal. He reached over
silently to the window that served as the floors savour to possible
fire.

Fuck.

The youth looked put out, disappointed. He tried again, this time more
firmly. Still no give. He glanced quickly inside, the darkened corridor
within imprinted on the back of his mind as he pulled back. Then moved
quickly in from of the window. Trying this time with two hands to pull
up the old wooden construct. His muscles bulged against the weight of
the effort.

Who the hell locked their windows in this day and age?

Maui breathed another deep breath, glancing up. A dark, tangled spiders
web of metal crawled up the building above him. Another drop of rain
fell upon his stocky shoulder, testimony to the strange shelter that
still remained this far down into the alley. Of the rain that still fell
above.

He quickly weighed the options. He shook his head, knowing he was going
to regret his choice. Yet still unwilling to travel further upward. Risk
being seen. Heard. Getting wet before finally going inside and seeming
out of place in his drenched state.

All his upbringing and training had taught him the ways of the shadows.
Dark and silent. His instinct pricked him as he broke the silence. The
window shattered inward.

Silence returned to the alley and the surrounds all too slowly. In the
eternity of seconds that followed, Maui questioned the stupidity of his
action. His instinct came to his rescue. He quickly reached inside,
flicked the small piece of metal that had confounded even his stocky
strength. This time the window slid up. A passage that would have been
soundless if not for a loosened, remaining pane that fell to the
shattered gatherings below.

Mauis form occupied the frame. In the inkiness of the night, his light
skin gave him away somewhat. Strange form to the shadows. The
obviousness of his form hunched in the frame as his bare feet felt the
prick of some small shards that still remained there.

The stocky maori glanced down at the sea of sharpened shards and long
lazy daggers of glass that blanketed the floor below the window.

Fuck.

Maui held himself against the frame. Threw himself in a half leap
further into the corridor. He landed beyond the glass, his heavy form
coming fairly silent to the floor. He quickly checked his surrounds, his
eyes well accustomed to the dark in the hours he had become one with
them. His stocky form, dry from the rain, hunched, as he stared up the
corridor. He rose. Shaking his head somewhat in the stupidity that
remained in proof behind him.

All that remained now was the task at hand. Maui steeled his mind
against his somewhat poor choice of entrance. Put it behind him as he
moved silently along the carpeted corridor. He kept his mind locked on
his objective. Sure, the evening had started poorly, but he knew nothing
worse could happen. He let his instincts carry him, where he had fooled
to ignore them just moments before.

He did this for his tribe.

The interior of the tenement seemed to be typical on layout. Maui knew
it well, had seen the same design in many other places. His ears caught
any sign of activity. Any life that may have been inside that floor,
even at this time of the night. Few would be here. Most would be absent
in the revelries of the night. All except that whom he had to pay visit.
The stocky warrior trained of the night. Born of the street. To move
silently in the night to stalk and visit his prey, like some deadly
predator of the darkness. To send that prey to his own silent darkness.

Mauis bare feet trod silently as he made his way along the corridor. He
paused each few steps, lent an ear to the doors that ranked the darkness
there. He knew that his prey would be awake. It was late. But not so
late that he would sleep. He knew that well enough of his target. He
moved silently to the end of the corridor, listening for any movement.
Music. Activity.

The stocky maori came to the corridors end after a number of brief
turns. An old elevator, with a manual cage door. There was a cool shock
of wind that came from the empty shaft. Something that Maui could feel
on his arms, where it blew briefly against the mesh of his jersey. A
quick glance at the call buttons only confirmed its age. Scratched, ill
repaired. Maui wondered if it even worked.

Continuing quietly, Maui opted for the stairwell. Discovering the door
beside was indeed that which he had suspected. His form fell into a new
light, the stairwell dark, yet shed light on from somewhere above. He
took each step silently in turn, ascending to the next floor.

His ears caught the slow, whining tones of music. His tastes and
upbringing told him it was Dru Hill.

Maui followed the sound of the music, closing the stairwell door quietly
behind him. The few uniform turns took him into the long corridor
proper. The source of sound coincided with a sharp beam of warm light
that escaped from a partly opened door near the end. Maui moved quickly,
preparing himself. His hand moved to the back of his sports pants. Drew
the long fall of his jersey up off his ass, exposing the gun beneath.

He took the last few steps to put himself against the door frame. He
glanced inside.

Mauis dick throbbed slightly at the scene within. The smell. The sounds.
His body felt the wash of warmth permeating from inside the mutely lit
room. His target sat slouched in an easy chair. A naked young female
prayed to his thugness, her motions slow, easy. Strokes that seemed to
leave the youth in a wake of soft blissful pleasure.

Mauis thick lips parted somewhat as he paused that essential moment.
Lowered his guard. He hand faltered from his pistol grip. Fell at his
side somewhat as he stared in at the scene that continued. His eyes read
the volumes that lay open in front of him. His mind the only thing still
crying to him as he was dulled by the thoughts and prospects. The way
her lips and mouth played that niggas dick in a symphony of pleasure
that he felt ripple within his own.

The young gangsta half sat, half lay on the seat. His skin tone soft,
light. His features smooth, yet hardened in the typical caricature of
the street. His eyes, his slight expressions betrayed the sensations his
body was feeling. A blunt red bandanna cut around his head, another sea
of red covering his young torso, a leather basketball jersey with a
black and white three. A thick gold medallion portrayed his wealth. His
baggy black pants lay open, his manhood striking full mast in his lap.

Both the youth and Mauis eyes seemed to fall in unison along the naked
girl that was giving the thug full attention. Mauis own had already
worked to full length within his sports pants. He imagined the pleasure,
thought of himself in the thugs place. Thought of the sensations as he
watched the girl lick up along his hardened cock, surrounded his head
with her lips to passage downward again, this time taking his cock fully
into her mouth.

Maui felt the painful absence his own body had suffered of the soft
curves that knelt before the  gangsta. Horny thoughts bare to action
within a youths body, especially of those deprived. The stocky maori
reached for a new grip, his fist surrounding his cock as he pumped
somewhat. Justifying that his prey wasn't going no where anytime soon.
His eyes traced along her naked slopes as he focused on a new goal.

Maui licked his lips, imagined sliding his big piece inside her ass.
Sating his hunger. His mind fooled to think he had control. Fantasized
in the briefest seconds that had past that he would deal with business.
Then he'd REALLY deal with business.

His strong hand milked up along the length of his thick, veined cock.
His breath rose, his peak closing. His warrior instincts jabbed again.

Quit fucking playing with your dick in the middle of a hit! Cap the
sorry muthafucka and be done with it!!

Maui felt the yearning urges still enticing him like gunja smoke as he
pulled his hand out of his pants. Reached back. Snatched at his pistol,
dragging it from his pants. Steeling his mind against the thoughts of
dragging his other pistol free. Steeling himself to the cold blooded
murder he was about to commit. Like he had before. Would again.

Maui gripped the pistol, flicking the safety off. He paused momentarily
against the door frame. Ready to burst in. Do what the tribe needed to
be done.

Fuck.

Maui caught himself in half step. Moved almost casually from the door as
his clicked the safety. Shoved his pistol back into his pants. He still
felt the echo of the door closing further up the corridor. Felt the
effect it had on him. On his fraying nerves. Biting his lip somewhat,
Maui began a casual pace down the corridor, back to the stairs as he
sensed the form that came up behind him. Walking with firm, steady
footfalls.

Keep cool. Walk like you belong here. Like you own the place, but
without the arrogance. Maui put a little more dip in his stride. Kept
his pace casual like he didnt have no place to be anytime soon. He put
his mind on chill as he headed slowly towards the end of the corridor.
Kept his pace casual. The maori felt the pace and weight of the guy
behind him as he reached the aging elevator.

The guy reached past him, cutting him off from the stair exit as he
pressed the call button.

Maui turned to lean against the wall. Getting his first look of the guy
who had interrupted his hit. Heard the strained sounds of the elevator
rising slowly to their floor. The guy looked young, sort of like a
younger Ghostface meets D'Angelo, yet still with the size to make him a
man. Smooth, light tones made him almost a match to Mauis. A soft fuzz
of goatee, as full as his youth would let darkened his face somewhat.

Maui glanced him down. Noting that he was doing the same of him.
Probably sizing him up. Hopefully not wondering who he was, or if he
belonged here. The guy was wearing a tight white wifebeater over a
fairly well sized body for his age. Baggy black jeans, the obvious red
of his gang tied along the right side of his belt.

The stocky maori lifted his head as the elevator finally reached the
floor. Noted the kids smile. Broad. Warm. Friendly. He welcomed it. Took
it as a sign that he'd have no trouble. Maui stepped into the lift as
the youth pulled back the cage doors. He waited until the door was
pushed back, and the kid had made his selection before pushing a floor
higher. Five or so minutes wouldn't make any difference. Maui knew he
could make it back down the stairs. His hit would still be drugged on
the effects of his sex. Probably running himself up in the girl now.

"You like what you see then, huh?"

Maui looked over at the youth. Still smiling. Still beaming for some
reason with a look in his eyes. Maui realized with a suddenness what
sort of look it was, guessing the passage the kids eyes were taking.
Straight to his still erect cock. Maui glanced down. Noticed how it
shoved hard outwards, no mistake of its size or power. Or state. Fully
erect. Hard. As far as the kids eyes read, aroused.

The stocky maori noticed the kids own arousal. The size in his jeans. He
was like that?! More to the  point, how the hell did he get into this?
Mauis mind reeled with the questions that shot through his head. His
continued bad luck. First the window. The glass. Being interrupted on
the verge of a kill. Now this. A youth who was already rubbing himself
though his jeans.

The kid smiled over at him, Maui returning the gesture. Biding time.

"Ill suck your dick for you, man."

The statement came low, quiet, but the force of it was still there. Maui
shot the kid a glance. At least he wasn't asking who he was. At least
the kids mind was dulled enough by his arousal, but the thought of
getting with the source of his horniness. At least as far as the kid was
concerned he wasn't an outsider. And certainly wasn't someone who was
going to pull a gun.

Maui's mind flashed for an answer, a reaction. Seeing the youths eyes
still roaming his stocky body. His question came again in Maui's absence
of voice.

"Suck your dick, man?"

Maui paused. Eternity passed. His mind fought for a way out. A quick,
easy solution.

"Uhh ... yeah. Aiight."

Mauis expression dropped somewhat. A look that was obviously lost on the
kid. He could see the want in the teenagers eyes, that ever warm smile
that touched his soft, light features. A thick black beanie hid his
head, seemed to excentuate the darkness of his eyes as he moved a little
closer to the stocky maori. Maui breathed slowly, keeping his own eyes
on the kids intentions.

He was already kicking himself. Of all the answers he could come up
with, THAT was the quickest and easiest one? Mauis mind quickly turned
over the options as the elevator came to the kids floor. There was a
brief shudder as it came to a rest. The kid was already leaned up
against the wall just next to him. His eyes slow, taking in his stocky
form.

"Ill get off at your floor."

Maui forced a smile, nodded. He reasoned everything was going to be
fine. He'd deal with this little situation. His dick was already aroused
like some quarterback at a cheerleaders meet. A few minutes with this
kid on his tip and he'd blow his load. Ditch the kid. Back down the
stairs. The guy would just be finishing up sex with his bitch. Maybe
he'd be lucky and she'd just be dipping into the bathroom, ready for
another round of his good loving. His hit still dizzy from his sex,
maybe sparking up a blunt during halftime.

Maui felt the elevator jerk to a holt. The top floor. He remembered
briefly wondering if this had been a better place to enter the building,
despite the fact he would have ended up wet. The youth pulled back the
cage door, all but lead him out by the hand. An oh-so-smooth smile on
his face. The stocky maoris heart thumped a little, somewhat relieved at
least to get a little release. His mind still reeling from the stupid
turn of events so far this night.

Nothing else could go wrong.

The maori smiled back at the kid. He looked eager to the task at least.
Mauis cock had dropped somewhat, but was still fat with the prospect of
an easy blow job. So what if it was from another nigga. The lift he had
felt at his prey door, watching that girl suck still remained on him,
like the scent of sex just after. He hadn't jacked off for almost a
week. Seeing his hit in a live action porno had just helped him closer
to his climax. With a hot, willing mouth down on him, Maui gave himself
another few minutes.

Maui watched the kid walk ahead of him, his jeans sagging heavily from
his hip. The maori never really gave guys much thought, but the youth
wasn't too bad for his age. Underage, but his body, and the bandanna at
his belt spoke of an age and responsibility that had long since been
thrust on him. His wifebeater hugged a nice torso, still no where near
the size of his own stocky form, but still decent. Maui figured he'd be
able to hold his own in the streets.

The stocky youth kept his pace slow. Hoping the kid would lead him
somewhere, rather than expecting to be lead into his room, or where ever
it was Maui had feinted coming up here for. He let his guard down
slightly, his mind working through thoughts of ass again as he watched
the kid in front of him. He licked his thick lips, wondered if perhaps
he'd give it up for him. Let him slide his big maori piece up in his
tight jail bait ass. Maui smiled, dipping his hand down into sports
pants slightly.

Maybe the kid wouldn't want it. Maybe he'd just be down for the blow
job. The Maui would be too hard up for it to hold back. Take the kids
ass at gunpoint.

Fuck.

Maui stifled the groan that all but escaped his lips. His hand slipped
out of his pants again. Leaving the renewed, rehardened life that sprung
proud. His hand pulled back the end of his jersey. Exposed the blue that
dangled down over the huge bulge in the black of his pants. The proof of
his allegiance. The pistol at his back the proof of his purpose.

Stay calm. Ditch the gun and bandanna somewhere. Maui thought quickly,
glancing about the darkened corridor he was being led down. Glancing
back at that sumptuous ass that moved quietly before him. He bit his lip
slightly, shoving his hand down the front of his sport pants. Scooping
his blue bandanna into his fist.

He could drop the gun and bandanna here. No. The kid could come back
this way. Someone else could come upon it while he was otherwise
occupied with the kid. Maui narrowed his eyes in the frustration at the
nights events. So this was a bad night for a hit. Nothing could be worse
than this.

The stocky youth glanced up as they rounded the last corner of the
corridor. The emotions washed over him as he saw past the youth. Saw the
open window on the top floor. Leading out onto the fire escape.

Open.

Unattended.

Maui took his chance. Thinking quickly, he pushed past the kid. Putting
himself past him, sliding so slowly, so seductively against his warm
body as his step put him with his back to the window. He saw the youths
warm face, his soft smile. The expression he wore, partly of surprise,
mostly of arousal at feeling Mauis body so close. Maui took the last few
steps backward until he felt the window frame at his  back.

He worked his hand in his pants. His mouth opened slightly, as he licked
his lips with a slow movement of his tongue. The stocky youth felt the
bite of the wind, the slight spatters of rain against his bare shoulders
as he lent as seductively as he could along the frame of the window.

Maui took his time. He looked over the youth. His soft body. In some
ways he seemed to not belong on the streets. His whole being seemed
adverse to the violence and crime that carried the youths of the city.
The youth before him looked to have the trappings of a gangsta. His
clothes. His bandanna. A shock red, proclaiming the Purebreeds. One of
the most influential forces on the streets. Yet still, his soft
features. His easy trusting manner seemed wrong in that context.

Maui slowly fisted himself inside his sports pants, seeing the affect he
was having on the kid. It was all too easy. He fought his own arousal,
feeling his tight grip along his maleness. The material of his bandanna
wrapped about the digits of his hand. Rubbing the moisture that was
beginning to leak from his weeping, broad head. He kept the act up.
Feeling the gun set hard between the window frame and his back.

"C'mon, bro ..."

Maui spoke quietly, doing what he had to to distract the kid from his
true actions. He steeled his mind as he watched the youth take a few
steps forward. They seemed faltered, almost unsure now. Maui closed his
eyes slightly, preparing himself, yet uncaring of what it would seem.
There were no others. He did this for his tribe.

He would do anything for his tribe.

Maui felt the softness of the kids lips press against his. The youths
hands on his stocky chest as he moved his fist to his back. To the gun
shoved down the back of his pants. His own emotions flared somewhat as
he experienced for the first time the taste of another males lips on
his. He reminded himself of his reasons. Yet felt a new, truer one
seeming to blossom in his groin.

Maui pulled the gun out. Leaned back slightly, as if to invite the kiss
deeper. He dropped the gun and bandanna out the window.

The stocky youth looked into the kids eyes. Nothing could get worse than
this. He realized that the night had hit rock bottom. Maui tried to hear
for any sign of the gun dropping. Hitting against escape as it dropped.
His mind a muddled mix of fresh, horny emotions, and thoughts of how he
could still recover the situation.

Everythings cool, he reminded himself. Get this blow job. Down the
stairs. His hit would probably be resting up from his sex. Maybe even
asleep. Maui reasoned, wondered perhaps at the chance of killing his hit
with his own gun.

Mauis mind seemed to be at some rest. Fooling himself to the chance that
he still had a chance. That things couldnt get any worse. This was the
low point. From here, he could only go up. He resigned himself in a new
confidence, telling himself that a blow job was the perfect thing to
clear his head. Put him back on the right track to settle what needed to
be done. This was just the beginning. From here, he'd complete his hit,
and leave. No one the wiser.

Fuck!

Maui moaned, feeling the moist, hot sensation of the kids mouth
surrounding his head. He stared down at the youth, who had since fallen
to his knees. Pulled down his sports pants far enough to then descend
instantly on his erect cock. Mauis short, but very thick, veined beast.
Half exposed as the youth began greedily sucking and feasting on the
ample meal before him.

Maui put his hands on the youths shoulders, feeling the strength there.
This kid was so unready for this life, Maui reasoned. Getting with other
guys. That shit didnt happen in the Purebreeds. This kid didnt belong
here. Not in this building. Not in this gang. Maui moaned as he somehow
swallowed another mouthful of his thick cock, taking it in further,
wrapping it with his tongue. Thinking how easily this kid could have
ended up dead this night.

Maui found his mind easily ignoring the brutal truths that revealed
themselves to him in the youth before him. The pleasure that came to him
overwhelmed. Reminded him of his own truths. His lack of contact like
this. His last coming from a bitch who his friend had fucked who had
eagerly sucked his member while his friend went to get beer. The time
before, a whore in some back alley. The plethora of times he had sated
this raging feelings with his own fist. The kids mouth came as welcome
relief. Finally. Too far and few between.

Maui groaned as the kid worked his mouth to his tip again. More expert
than he had ever felt. The stocky youth couldnt imagine how he had just
seconds before worried about this kids inexperience in life. His mouth
felt like a seasoned veteran in the pleasures a guy could feel on his
cock. Maybe that was it. Maybe the kid was one of the Breeds secret
lovers. Maybe pleasuring the high and drunk gangstas here each weekend.
Blind to who it was that lit the fire in their dicks. Quashed it with
the wetness of their own seed.

Maui gently fed his dick back into the youths mouth, feeling his peak
close. He put a wide hand on his beanied head. Encouraged him to take
back that thick piece. Moaning in a cry that filled the area with a
sound of pained pleasure, so needfully wanted. As his dick slipped so
welcomed back into the warm home that it had found in the kids throat.

The stocky youth fought the rise that he felt. Knowing what the rush
would feel like, look like. Welcomed it finally as he felt the still wet
spatters of rain, the sharp contrast to the hot sweat that held his
stocky body beneath his jersey. He began slowly stroking against the
kids mouth, keeping it well inside. Knowing that was he wanted to be
when he finally released the weeks built tensions. Feeling the torrents
that built like seas behind mere thinboard floadgates.

FUCK!

Mauis eyes widened as he hit the high throes of his near climax. Feeling
the kids mouth slip off his burning cock. Saw his head turn to look in
near fear down the darkened corridor. The sounds of voices, the door
opening. Maui found himself staring desperately, just like the youth, to
find a way to hide their lustful act of male love.

The stocky youth grabbed a fist of the kids wifebeater, half dragged
half pulled him as the youth stumbled up to his feet. Both of them
moving with the same eagerness and hope towards the nearby door. Blind
to anything but, as the sound of voice seemed to move their way.

A laugh.

Mauis hand all but scrambling with the kids against the door handle.

The two collapsing inside the darkness there, as the door slammed shut
on the reality they both feared was approaching. Maui, scared for his
life for the first time that night. His mind screaming at the
possibility they had escaped being seen by whoever was coming down the
corridor. Only to be seen, his pants open, his dick pressing against the
youth who was lying fully on top of him, by those who might be here in
his new room.

It couldnt get any worse than this.

Maui glanced up with as much urgency as he saw in the youths eyes. His
own scanned as quickly as the kids as they looked around where they now
where. Seemingly, a dark, quiet place. A large part bedroom, part
lounge. No one else but them. Laying on top of each other on the floor.
The world seeming to be so deadly quiet there in the still of night.

Maui noted with destain the open window, only the second on that floor,
that was open. The gentle breeze of the night carrying back long, dirty
white drapes. Opened onto the dark night beyond. The fire escape.

At least they were safe. Seemingly. Maui found himself slowly coming
back to his senses. Feeling anew the truths that faced him beyond the
dark and dangerous of his surrounds. His cock still stood full mast,
jutting hard into the youths belly. His pants open. Another guy on top
of him.

Maui ignored the absurdity of the situation. Both of them seemingly
united in those brief instants to hide their true purpose from those
inside the tenement. The stocky youth realized with a strange pang of
irony how that sounded so familiar.

The kid began to rise up off his body, his knees either side of Mauis
stocky form. Maui saw the lust still in his eyes, yet jaded over by the
fear of their new surrounds. He felt the lump of the youths hard
erection against his own. He felt is own lust narrowing, blinding him to
what he had truly come here for. His mind justifying new purpose to his
ends. The only way he could stay undiscovered in the building. Have sex
with the kid. Blind him to everything, the truth that he could even be a
rival gang member in his building, close to a hit. Blind him with the
same lust he felt himself.

Maui was ready to carry out his own hit. He ignored the one that was
probably close to walking out the front door downstairs.

Maui pulled the kid back down on top of him. A rough grunt, and the
youth sprawled back down along his stocky body. Maui quickly feasted on
those soft lips, reveling in the sexual rise he got from them. Damn that
they may be another guys. He never gave a fuck to what other had thought
before. He was an outcast in a society that looked down on him. The
stocky maori cementing his place in the respect of his tribe by his
actions. His skill. Seeing this scene may dampen their opinions, but
their quiet respect for the warrior and predator that he was could never
be touched so easily.

Maui sucked on the full lips that met his own there. Felt the kid
respond in an eager embrace. Forgetting as easily as the maori, his
possible danger. Giving in to the mistress that controlled them both.
Giving in to their climbing passions, their searing lusts.

Fuck the kid. Get off big time, Maui reasoned. I deserve this. The kid
will be drunk on the sex, unknowing in the least what he meant to do.

Then, down the stairs. To his hits room. Get his gun as he slept. Cap
the muthafucka. End of story. End of night. He could have killed his
prey, and got something that he'd been needing for months. Simple as
that. NOTHING else could happen. Nothing.

His hit, his mind of concerns a bare afterthought next to the hungry sex
Maui found himself wanting desperately to sate, the big youth fought
with his lips against the kids. Binding with the teenager in a blind
lock of lust. He felt the kids hands roaming his soft arms, the tensed
muscle below. Roaming to find some quick way inside his baggy jersey.

The kiss broke quickly.

"Lets get on the bed ..."

The request came panted, hard. Maui looked the teenager over again. His
soft, eager face. Those eyes like D'Angelos. Soft, soothing. Threatening
in an instant to steal away all the pains of his world and replace them
with pleasures. A firmness in features, a smooth look locked on good
ghetto looks that was those features he shared with Ghostface. The soft
stink of hair growth that sprung around his cheeks, above his mouth.
Lending his face an age attempted, but failed by the very thing that he
tried to increase it with. The extent of his facial fuzz pushed in an
obvious youth.

Maui held the kid back a little, still staring over him in that eternity
of silence. A breath between heartbeats. The teenagers bared arms and
shoulders, as light in tone as his own, yet soft without the strength of
age behind them like Mauis. Powerful, tensed predatory strength. Yet
still biggish enough in their inexperience to hold their own. A size
giving more to the picture of age beyond age. All lost with one glance
of his too young eyes.

The wifebeater was clean, hugging his body perfectly inside their warm
confines. Caressing the smooth slopes of his chest and torso downwards.
Leading Mauis eyes to that bulge, another promise of experience beyond
his years. His body speaking another story in growth where his eyes and
mind still remained the innocence of youth. Baggy jeans, bulging in
front, despite the looseness of the material. Hint to the prize within.

Maui felt the kid lift up off him. Finally standing from where he had
sat straddled over his stocky form. Leaving his still erect cock bared,
testimony to both their eyes of the wants beyond whatever Mauis mind
might be thinking.

Maui took the hand offered to him. Stood up over the kid as he reached
his feet.

His eyes laid on the bed. His eyes faltered slightly on the teenagers
smooth body.

Wanting, Maui took the steps needed to be at the bedside. The kid was
beside him, seemingly subservient. Wanting to please, and pleasure. Maui
was starting to wonder less. His mind painting the images of this all
too willing kid pleasing whatever gangsta in whatever way they wanted
him too. Maybe he knew his hit. Maybe his hit took pleasures from this
kid. Maui licked his lips as the all too tantalizing thought crossed his
mind. His mind saw the scene he had previously seen, expect now this kid
was on his knees, sucking that long dark member.

"Let me suck you off again, ok?"

"Sure."

Maui pulled at his sports pants. This time he pulled at the dome at the
waist. It came free with a tense snap. His strength took the subsequent
ones in turn as he continued to pull. Eventually, the entire side of the
pants unfastened, dropped to his ankles. Leaving his baggy boxers
hanging haphazardly from his still thick erection.

"You want to suck that?"

The kids smile was reply enough. Maui gasped as his beating center
slipped perfectly into the teenagers palm. Throbbed as his second heart
and mind. A mind that spoke louder right now than any. The soft drooling
at his wide tip thought enough of the events passing through his mind.
Mauis big chest and shoulders rising and falling slowly, as he traced
those light brown eyes of his over the kids form. Wanting. Still hungry.
Predator finding too easy this prey.

Maui kicked free his pants, then his boxers as he laid back on the bed.
Eager for what he was about to receive. This was gonna be good! No more
getting off on his fist. No more quick, back alley fucks in the early
hours. He was lying on a real bed. A real lover moving between his big
thighs, ready to please him. And Maui, ready to slow the pace to
something more than just a brief fuckfest. A quick need to get off
before friends returned, or because of the charge of some whore.

Maui had it now. Looking over the eagerness of the teen, he had it any
way he wanted.

The stocky maori watched as the kid loosened his belt. He noted the
flash of blood red there. The testimony of his gang status. Fuck what
experience this kid looked like he didnt have, Maui knew that he was
going to get more than enough to get off. His lips had been heaven, his
tongue beyond words in describing. He gave the maori some new thing to
hope for in sex, beyond just the quick and hard. And in this place of
all places. From a teenager. A guy no less.

Maui waited impatiently as the youth took his gang colors, bound them to
his wrist before wresting open his jeans. Exposing his cock. Not bad for
his age, Maui thought. He watched as the teenager gently milked himself,
the sudden stench of pent sex hitting the maoris nose. He had to catch
himself, not want to pull the kids hand to his. Rush through the
processes to get himself off. He reasoned, for some reason, that he had
all the time in the world, now finally given the opportunity of a lover.

The kids lips finally fell back to his aching cock. Pleasure all too
badly missed in its short absence. Maui ground his hips upwards, sated
in the wet pleasure that came as the kids mouth slipped further down his
thick shaft. The gasp that finally escaped Mauis lips as he pushed the
kids broad nose deep into his forest of rank, kinky hair that surrounded
the biggest oak there. Mauis hands slipped to his shoulders, encouraged
more.

His disappointment rained somewhat as the kid pulled back. Off. Only to
slide to his balls. Big, thick, heavy nutsacs. Carrying of the one thing
he wanted released with more effectiveness that his own. Too accustomed
to his own hand, begging almost at the wet, succulent pleasures that
came with his lovers mouth there. Maui groaned as the kids fist eased up
about his thick cock. Milked it slowly as his oral attentions laid
elsewhere. Causing just as great a response as to set a blaze in Mauis
groin unfelt.

Do it.

Take me there.

Use your mouth.

Do what you probably do to my hit every single night.

Maui felt his thickness swelling. Pulsing. His peak closing in rapidly.
His big body groaning and writhing slowly under the sexual skills of the
youth. There was no way he could have not done this before! It was if he
knew exactly where to lick a nigga there. Exactly how long to pull his
tongue along the underside of his heavy cock. How precisely to take a
guys balls in his wet embrace. To promise them eternity with a merest
roll of his mouth.

Mauis eyes rolled with the closing peak of his rise. As the kid hefted
his big thighs, laid him open like a prize. Baring the expanse of his
big ass as his climax bubbled and pounded slowly away from him. Leading
him on a desperate sexual high. Begging for his mouth and lips to
return. His groin area felt like a soft, gentle sea of pleasure. The
wetness there dispatched with as natural a rhythm as the sea upon the
shores.

"Can I lick your ass?"

"Sure," Maui grunted. His heavy cock was erect beyond belief, a
desperate, needy want to get off. Yet a sensibility to keep the please
as long as possible.

Maui groaned as those lips and tongue lowered to his ass hole. It
puckered to greet the wet treat that met at his entrance. Lapped at his
back door with all the eagerness of one wanting nothing more than to
please. Maui felt his heavy cock dance slightly on his stomach, as the
kid widened his legs a little more. Forced him further open to bare more
of his soft center to his lips. The position felt strange, almost
unnatural. But then so did the pleasure that came with it, in a
strangely good way.

Mauis mind thrilled at the reality someone was licking his ass. His body
celebrated the pleasure that came with it. The way the sparks ran to the
tip of his short, bloated cock. His balls hanging, pulsing, against the
core of his dick, occasionally coming to contact with the very wetness
that cased him new plateaus of endless bliss. Drove him again, closer to
that horny, explosive release.

Maui lay with his defenses down as the kid slid up his body, bestowing a
trail of kisses upon every inch of flesh it passed. He found himself
wanting whatever the youth wanted to give him. To never be parted from
the deep love his mouth showed. He helped the youth off with his
wifebeater, let him free himself of his jeans. His beanie came off to
match Mauis own head with a short, kinky fuzz of hair. Leaving him
naked. Pulling at his own jersey to become one with his newfound lover.

Maui panted. Horny. He wanted this youths ass. He wanted to know what
another guys ass felt like.

His cock buzzed with the anticipation.

The youths body along his felt natural. Warm. Everything he could have
wanted in the hardness that he had faced on the street. The evils that
he had committed, the dark truths that made him a brute obscenity of the
street. All forgiven in the embrace of his youthful lover. He felt the
kids cock throb against his as his lips joined again. The way his body
rubbed against his.

FUCK!!!

Ouch! That didnt feel so comfortable.

Mauis eyes widened, stared at the kids as he felt that insessive nagging
at his asshole again. Those eyes hypnotized, those soft, smokey glances.
Like being high on gunja, like seeing something sitting opposite caught
in its same effects. The high without the effects, but still drunk on
the eternity. They did little to sooth the pushing discomfort at his
center. His big legs still wrapped up around the youths body.

"Hey, ease up, bro--UUH!" Maui fought that push.

"What?"

"I don't wanna do it like that ... that way ain't cool."

"Just relax ... Ill be in in a few minutes ..."

"Nah, this ain't cool bro."

Mauis mind came to the realization slowly. Slightly put out, in a
comically slow way that he was having done to him what he wanted to do
to the youth. The kids cock pushing almost easily inside an already
relaxed and defenseless assring. Already that had stood the continued
assaults of pleasure from his tongue. Laid him down and open. Ready for
whatever the kid wanted to follow. Maui found himself ready to push off,
use his big strength to control this kid. Twist his own ass face up to
is own prepared invasion. Something stopped him. Maui felt like a bitch
in rut, wanting it. Wanting more.

"I know you shouldn't be here."

Maui took in a deep breath. Part of the kids cock seemed to follow with
it. Sinking inwards with the gradual realization that followed. Maui
felt truly pegged, open, his every secret and physicality bared under
the youth.

"You think he was going to be that easy to kill?"

"Uuhhh!!"

"Let it all in ..."

"Yeah ..."

Fuck.

Maui felt the dull throbbing in his ring, deep within the cock that lay
buried deep within his ass. He felt hot. Everything felt like it was on
fire. His body. His muscles. His cock. The youths body, embraced around
his. His legs tight around the kids waist. Especially his ass.
Stretched, it seemed impossibly wide, around the youths cock. He had
seen he was big. It felt twice that now.

Maui lay under the youth, part wanting. Part given up. Part confused at
how something could go THIS wrong. He had gone into the building on a
routine hit. Fuck, the guy wasn't even all that high up! A string of
failures that had led him judiciously on his back, under some teenage
gangsta, with his cock lodged firmly in his ass. He admitted total
defeat. Yet something wanted for the disaster to redeem in just one way
... at least to feel the release he had so badly wanted.

Sex blinds the mind, he realized.

"You feel good."

Maui let the kids lips take his again briefly. Found his hips struggling
almost in their gentle fucking movements to push that cock into a slow
pattern of movement. At least he still had this. If nothing else, at
least he would still get sex.

"Ill let you out of here without mentioning any of this to anyone," the
teenager grunted, his body hot, clammy against the smooth slopes of
Mauis bigger body. "Just let me have your ass."

"Take me."

The surprise registered in the youths light eyes, a slight bead of sweat
falling down the side of his cheek. Everything felt so hot to Maui, so
alive.

"I didnt think you were like that."

"I didnt think you were."

"Whatever it takes man, anything for the Purebreeds."

Anything for the tribe.

Maui put his arms up about the kids soft body, all but inviting finally
the passage of his sex. He wanted it, needed it, having come this far.
Every part of his body wanted to get off. The large size in his ass made
him rut harder for it. Beg it beyond the humiliation that his body
appeared to suffer. Maui embrace it. Embraced the youth.

"Take me."

The response seemed to come with all the willingness of the asking. The
youth, still his lover in flesh, if nothing else, as eager to take as
Maui was to receive. Beyond everything that had passed. Forgetting the
deals. Maui knew where he stood. Suckered in by the youths seemingly
easy manner. His soft exterior. Even in the weakness that had come from
accepting his sexual favours. He was dealing with someone more ruthless.
Someone more experienced. Someone probably just like him.

His hits bodyguard.

Maui moaned at the backstroke that dragged the youths veined baton back
through his ring. The fire of pleasure that erupted within his body. He
cried out, moaning louder as he experienced what other gangstas would
have shunned as the greatest humiliation. Baring his ass to the kid.
Letting him fuck it, take it like he were his bitch. Submit. Where Maui
knew he wanted this as equal. To experience and feel this pleasure. Any
other preferable to his fist.

He felt his cock throbbing. Enriched in the sensations that tingled
within his assring. Burned throughout his body.

"Fuck me, Purebreed!"

"Yeah ..."

"Good!"

"Let me in ..."

Maui moved in the fluid motions of sex as he took all the youth could
give. Experiencing the experience of his strong, passionate strokes.
Feeling within them a need. An experience with this kind of power that
seemed to go beyond just mere strokes to fuck Mauis ass. As if these
strokes were experienced in this. Knowing. Taking. Receiving. Taking
with just as much hunger for that Maui received.

Mating deep inside the maori. Both experiencing deep within each others
bodies. Both gangstas, both killers. Made little and irrelevant by the
want of flesh and lust. Maui clung to the youths sweaty body as they
mated deeply as males, in only a way males could. Ignoring the laws of
the street. Taking what little release they could at each others bodies.

Maui wrapped his big arms up around the youths shoulders, his thighs
locking around his waist as the near violent suck-suck of his cock
churning his ass filled the room. The maori heard the rhymic creaks,
didnt give a fuck as both their voices rose in the impassioned, blazing
moans that came from their lovemaking. His body as wet as the youths,
with the effort of their mutual fucking. The kid driving, Maui offering,
his stocky body working with as much need.

Maui felt the echo of the searing pleasure as one of millions as his
cock released between their bodies. Slicking their stomachs. Adding to
the rising stink of the room, the sounds of the near savage sex that
ensued. He felt the wetness, where his ass was a sea of wetness. A
looseness accepting the youths cock into him again and again. Their
bodies locked in a sexual hold, an embrace far deeper than just lovers,
but the embrace of those in pained need to release finally.

The kids moans rose as his strokes strengthened. Maui fought with his,
still feeling the tense after affects his ring rhymically beat on the
youths stiff cock. Milking that which was to come. Baring with his own
cries that of the youths as he strode towards a full climax. Somehow
Mauis own peak felt secondary to this. The final release that they would
both share deep inside. As they prepared in the fury of their sex to
bond deeper than race and gang. To join in flesh deep within each other.

The youths mouth worked in the pained cries of release. Maui joined as
he felt the first explosive release within his ass. He felt the kids
bush pressed hard against his big ass, his balls nestled just below that
male shaft that penetrated him. A rhymic throbbing followed as the youth
colored him inside in a series of full, passionate blasts.

Maui fell back in the total exhaustion of the act. Still feeling the
very natural, powerful urges within him. In that which lay still in his
ass. Bound in a sweaty embrace with that which was most likely someone
who would have killed him as he would of him. A Purebreed gangsta. Doing
what he had to to protect his gang.

Even if that meant having sex with another guy.

Fuck.

Maui felt the rippling after effects the sex was still having on his
body. His big chest rising and falling. The kid atop him, like some
lover early one morning. Both enjoying the brief repast of each others
bodies. Sharing a closeness with all other things aside.

"Nothings holding you here," the kid mentioned, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, except your dick," Maui commented. He managed to crack a partial
smile, even if he was sleeping with the enemy. He didnt know what it was
they had shared, to bring them that little closer.

Maui grimaced somewhat at the discomfort, as the kid pulled free of his
ass. The slight pop as his penis, growing limp, escaped the tight
embrace of his ring. Maui moved slightly, feeling the relief it bought
so close to sex. Stretching his stocky body under the kid, feeling and
watching as he moved off.

"I meant what I said. I wont tell anyone you came here. Just if you
leave the same way you came in." The kid motioned to the open window.

Maui glanced over at the youth. He trusted himself. He saw something of
himself in the youth. Something that he might have seen if he hadn't
have been blinded by the sexual wants he had had. Or the judgement he
had put in those young features. The stocky maori moved. Swung himself
to put his feet on the floor. He gathered his clothes and started to
pull them on.

"That felt pretty good," Maui found himself admitting. He pulled his
sports pants back up, redid the snaps along the leg.

"Maybe if you were stupid enough to come back up in a Purebreed
stronghold on a Saturday night, looking for a hit, it might happen
again."

Maui looked as the kid pulled his wifebeater on. It held his body
flawlessly. He found himself wanting those smooth curves again, all too
soon.

"Just remember, don't fuck with the 'breeds," this warning came with a
slightly less than candid tone. "You could have killed him. I could have
just as easily capped your ass. You fucked up big time, whoever you
are."

Maui watched as he quietly moved to the door. He knew not to pull
something stupid now. He admitted in himself the defeat. No one would
believe it. He would have plenty of time to make up some cover story on
the way home. The maori knew now that nothing else could go wrong. From
here, he just left. Out the window he should have come in in the first
place. He gave the kid one last glance as he stepped out of the room. He
had all the look of someone who'd just finished with a hooker.

Maui paced himself to the far end of the room. Putting himself at the
open window. He felt the nights embrace. The cool wind still on his bare
arms. The rain outside hadn't seemed to have given up during the time he
was in the building. He was going to have to go down the escape, recover
his gun and colors if he could find them. And get out of this sorry mess
once and for all.

The stocky maori let himself up onto the window sill effortlessly,
moving once again with his trained and strong ways. He glanced down on
the alley below, his eyes still adjusted to the darkness. He had barely
seen light that night. Only the bright cut that had come from his hits
room. He saw the alleyway deep below him, the trail of the rain. Felt it
hit the back of his shoulders as he moved out onto the fire escape.

Still moving silently. Still moving like a killer. Not willing to let
anything more destroy his night.

If that was possible.

The stocky maori began to move silently down the escape. It was old.
Rusted. He chose quickly and quietly the best places to stand. Testing
them, feeling them at one with his bare feet. Feeling the wetness of the
rain begin to saturate his body.

Maui guessed at the depressing scene he would have made. Bereft of his
piece. Of his pride and gang colors. Slowly becoming wet with the night.
Not to mention the string of failures that had seen him to this point.
The stocky maori swung silently down to the next floor, not regretting
the sexual contact that had fallen on him. Despite the irony.

He'd do that again.

Mauis lips spread into a grin as he stopped. Pressed himself against the
wall of the building. It was wet and harsh against his back. The sound
of the door closing still carried in the alleyway. He smiled quietly to
himself as he looked down at the stark red that broke the black
bleakness of the alley below.

His hit.

Sex blinds a nigga, he thought quietly, wondering where his hits guard
had got to.

He'd done it before. He'd gladly do it again. He would do anything for
his tribe.

And maybe the night was just starting to look up.