Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2010 15:12:38 -0400
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: potential-16

Best friends; 19 year olds -Theodore "Theo" Jones (6-3, 200 lbs of thick
muscle, drk brn with a very close skull cut hair cut), Horatio "Flex"
Washington (6-1, 165 lbs, medium muscular build, brn skn, with cornrows
going straight to the back), and Devon Dorell (6-0, lite brn skn, 150 lbs,
slim muscular build, with a close fade cut), all grew up together in the
same neighborhood. After graduating high school, they decided to cut the
cost of living expenses 3-ways by renting a 3 bedroom house together in the
West Philly as roommates.]
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POTENTIAL-16


Pt-1


PENNSYLVAINA HOSPITAL
	19 year old Devon Dorell had always been something of a
follower. As a kid he used to follow behind the older neighborhood boys,
who would use him to pick pocket candy treats from the store while they
distracted the owners.
	As a boy he ran with some of the toughest guys in the hood, all of
whom would watch out for him and protect him from danger like a kid
brother.
	And as a 19 year old adult, he allowed himself to be lured into the
dangerous world of narcotics, using them to make him feel better about
himself and letting Richard Wedlaw (his drug dealer) push him into giving
his body up sexually.


	Devon now lay in a coma after taking a bad batch of drugs
(Sextasy), created in a drug lab and sold on the streets to innocent
minors. It was often billed as a `sex drug', taking away people's
inhabitations and making them do wild crazy sexually oriented things they
probably would never partake in otherwise.
	It was while in the company of his drug dealer (Richard) {getting
royally fucked over a sofa} that Devon became violently ill, shaking and
convulsing with seizure like symptoms while foaming at the mouth. Richard
(in a panic) dragged Devon out to his car, then dumped in a few blocks away
to be found by police who had to break into the car to take him to the
hospital.
	Devon had been in a coma ever since. Doctors did everything they
could, reviving Devon from the brink of death several times. Each time
(during his `death`), Devon saw a bright light, leading him to the end of a
long tunnel. Every time he tried to reach that light, he was bought back
into his body, physically exhausted and in a lot of pain.


Pt-2


	Devon saw himself lying on the operating table as doctors tried
valiantly to pump his stomach and drain his system. Devon watched as
doctors and nurses called out procedures, using machines to shock his body
back to life. Was he physically dead? He didn't know. But he felt himself
standing outside his body, looked down at the actions to keep him
alive. "Quite a sight, isn't it...?" said a voice from behind. Devon turned
around to find one of the finest brothas he'd ever seen staring back at
him, dressed all in spotless white garb.


"You can SEE me...?" asked Devon, looking back at the man.


"Definitely!" laughed the brutha, holding out his hand to shake. "I'm
Thaddeus..., I'm here to let you know..., that THIS isn't your time!"


"My time for what...?" asked Devon, having no clue what the handsome man
meant.


"I know you're scared, Devon..." said Thaddeus, sympathetic. "...I know you
may feel like life isn't fair, and that everyone is against you..., and you
may even feel as if you have nothing to live for..."
	Devon's eyes widened. How did this MAN know exactly what he was
feeling? Was he some kind of mind-reader? "I don'tneed to be a mind-reader
to know what you're going through Devon...!" said the man on cue.


"WHO ARE YOU...??!" asked Devon, spooked and backing away. "What do you
want from me...??!"


"I told you..." said the man, in the same calm/soothing tone. "...I came
here to tell you..., NOW is not your time to go...!"


"Go where...? What're you talking about...??" asked Devon, still in the
dark.
	The man looked at Devon affectionately...


"Take my hand..." offered the fine brown skin brutha. Devon reluctantly
grasped his hand, and instantly they were transported to another place and
time...


Pt-3


"Where are we...?" asked Devon, looking around the strange place,
recognizing prison bars...


"Piedmont Penitentiary!" answered Thaddeus, as the strolled down the hall
of prison block-C. "Most of these men are here for serious crimes,
Devon..., crimes against the public, and people they loved...!" Devon
looked in each cell, passing by scores of black men locked away like caged
animals. Some looked like hardened criminals, while others looked like
everyday guys Devon might have known from around the way...


"What's any of this got to do with me...?" asked Devon, seeing no reason
why he should be shown the inside of a prison.


"Because of your `death'..., a friend of yours was convicted of selling you
the drugs that ended your life...! He was sentenced harshly by the judge,
who wanted to use your publicity as a signal to other drug dealers that the
city wouldn't stand for anymore drug deaths...! Richard Wedlaw was
sentenced to 15 years without parole for the accidental drug death of Devon
Dorell!"
	Thaddeus motioned towards one of the cells, where Devon was shocked
to see Richard being held down on a cot, unwilling fucked in the ass and
mouth by 2 inmates that were undoubtedly his cellmates.


	Richard grunted loudly around the dick of the man holding his head
steady, shoving his big dick in and out of his stretched mouth while
another muscled man held him by his waist, slamming his own hips into
Richard's sore ass as he rammed his dick home up the former dealer's anal
chute with every thrust.
	Devon couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his former friend get
fucked. The same man that stole his anal virginity, who hooked him on drugs
for his own profit. He was getting what he deserved, --royally fucked by
two hardnosed convicts who didn't fall for his usual bullshit. They rammed
their dicks in and out of him, obviously used to using his body in that
manner. They fucked his squirming body without consent, not caring if he
enjoyed it or not.


	The first man pulled his dick from Richard's mouth and started to
jack off. He held his cellmate by the hair as he aimed his flaring dick
head down at Richard's panting mouth. The cum suddenly shot forth like a
sprinkler system, showering hot gooey cum drops all over Richard's upturned
face and lips.
	Richard could taste the cum in his mouth as he panted hoarsely for
breath. The second man holding Richard's waist started to fuck harder,
watching his buddy paint their cellmate's face creamy white. With only a
few slams of his pelvis, he buried his dick square up Richard's ass, then
groaned aloud as he unloaded two big hairy balls worth of hot cum directly
into Richard's sore throbbing anus.
	When they were through, they pulled their soft satisfied dicks from
his holes, stood up, tucked them away in their prison pants, then tossed a
few loose cigarettes Richard's true cellmate's way. The man (a big hairy
greasy convict) gathered up the cigarettes to add them to his collection as
2 more inmates came into their cell...


"Wow..." was all Devon could say in response. "...Richard's become some
sort of prison bitch for his cellmate...! I can't believe it!"


"Believe it..." said Thaddeus, standing beside Devon as the next two
inmates pulled out their enormous dicks and got into position at Richard's
head and ass. "...he was a punk on the streets, praying on the weak and low
self esteem..., and now he's was a punk in prison...! Except here..., they
eat punks for breakfast!"
	Devon watched wide-eyed as the two inmates abruptly shoved their
dicks in Richard's body, ramming his creamy holes from both ends. Richard
merely grunted as the dicks plowed through him, filling him
instantly. Devon wondered how long had Richard been getting fucked by the
inmates, to be able to take such big dicks so easily...? "Come Devon..., we
have a lot of other stops to make...!" said Thaddeus, holding out his hand.


Pt-4


	The next stop was a street corner, along a popular street in North
Philly. It was late at night on what seemed to be a Friday. Cars cruised
around a warehouse district where female prostitutes were known to walk the
strip. There were several on display, showing leg to passersby, soliciting
drivers who stopped to price the merchandise, and blowing johns in street
allies.
	Devon recognized one black woman on her knees, sucking off a white
guy in a nearby alley. The man gripped her by the back of her nappy
unwashed hair as he fucked her face with strong deep strokes. She groaned
and gagged on the dick, spit dribbling down her chin and onto her exposed
cigarette burnt breasts. Devon had no idea who the woman was or why she was
being shown to him. She definitely was not someone he would have known in
his life while he was living. He imagined she was strung out on drugs,
supplying her habit by sucking and fucking any dick that came along...


	The man holding her head seemed to go into overdrive as he started
to hammer her mouth, his hairy ball sac slapping against her chin. He
cursed her, calling her all kinds of humiliating and degrading names (black
bitch this, black whore that). She took the insults with a grain of salt,
her hair being pulled at the roots as she started to groan in pain. The
dick pumped through her mouth harder, ramming deeper as its owner began to
tremble with orgasm. "Suck it bitch..., I'm about to cum...!" he announced,
planning to seed her mouth and throat.
	When she tried to pull back, he gripped her hair tighter, causing
some roots to rip from her scalp. The pain was incredible. She groaned in
absolute agony as the man stiffened, then started to cum directly in her
mouth. She gulped, gurgled, and choked as the dick continued to spew down
her throat. When the man was finally finished coming, he released her hair,
letting her fall to her side as she fought to keep from throwing up. "Looks
like today's your lucky day, princess..." said the Caucasian who had just
dumped a load in her throat. Pulling an official badge from his back
pocket, he looked down at her and grinned... "...police officer! You're
under arrest for prostitution!"


"You sonovabitch...!" yelled the girl, pushing the cop away as she tried to
get up.
	The undercover officer simply spun her around and started to
handcuff her, roughhousing her with his cum still dripping from her badly
painted face.


"Yolanda...?" cried Devon, recognizing his old girlfriend. "Is that
Yolanda...?" he asked Thaddeus, who only stood in the shadows.
	Devon watched as an unmarked police car pulled up, and the officer
shoved her into the backseat, fastening his pants only after squaring her
away. "That sonofabitch set her up! That's entrapment!" yelled Devon, as
the car sped away.


"That's NOT her first arrest..." informed Thaddeus. "...she'll likely do
hard time, this time...!"


"Why...? What happened to her...?!" asked Devon, devastated by the sight he
saw.


"Her ex-boyfriend strung her out on drugs before he got convicted for your
murder..." explained Thaddeus. "...with you dead and her supplier gone...,
it was only a matter of time before she lost her job and started selling
herself on the streets...!"
	Devon watched the cop car disappear down the street, taking Yolanda
away. "Come on..." said Thaddeus, holding out his hand. "...we still have a
few more stops...!"


	Devon barely had time to grave his ex-girlfriend's situation, when
in the blink of an eye they were someplace else. It took a moment (what
with all the children scattered about playing with their toys), but he
began to recognize the house he and his roommates rented while he was
alive. "I'm HOME!" he yelled out loud happily, looking around
questionably. "Except..., it's different...! What happened...? The owners
turned it into a daycare center or something...?"


"Something..." said Thaddeus, waiting...


Pt-5


	Suddenly the front door opened, and a pregnant woman came in from
the kitchen...  "Daddy's home...!" she called as all the kids (7 in total)
jumped up and rushed the front door.


"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" they all yelled out of order, each wanting equal
attention.
	Devon's eyes widened as the father (Flex), walked in through the
door. Flex looked old (but couldn't have been more than 30) as he tried to
enter the house, looking dog tired and worn out from a hard day's work.


"Are ALL these kids theirs...?" asked Devon, looking at the couple.


"She only has two, including the one in her belly..." informed
Thaddeus. "...the rest are children Flex sired with other women over the
years after your death...! I suppose he figured it was cheaper to keep
them..."


"After MY death...?" asked Devon, lost. "What does MY death have to do with
Flex making babies...?"


"Well..." said Thaddeus, as Flex fell into his lounge chair after nearly
tripping over a gaggle of toys. "...had you not died..., he would have
discovered some things about him that might have saved him from this
life..." explained the mystery man. "...he would have discovered an intense
love and devotion beyond his comprehension with you and your other
roommate..., and that love and happiness would have spurred him to continue
to fulfill his dreams after college, giving the strength and support he
needed to launch his own interior design business! Instead, he buried his
pain and sorrow in sex with females..., getting many of them pregnant, and
making him put his own dreams on the back burner while looking for steady
work to support them!"
	Devon looked in shock as the youngest child climbed up into Flex's
lap, as the other kids piled in around his feet. His pregnant girlfriend
walked over to him with a surprise...


"The doctor said we're having TWINS!" she announced, getting a fake smile
from Flex (who clearly felt like he was in over his head).


"Clearly he longs for the good ole days, living with his 2 best
friends...!" said Thaddeus, reading Flex's thoughts.
	Devon felt sorry for Flex, not knowing his death could be so
catastrophic on him.


"Where's Theo...?" he asked, wondering where his other roommate was?


"Are you SURE you want to know...?" asked Thaddeus, causing a cold chill to
run up Devon's spine.


"Why...? What happened to him...?" he asked, scared for his friend. "I want
to see him!" he said, steeling himself. "I want to see him NOW!"
	Thaddeus held out his hand, whisking Devon off to another place and
time...


Pt-6


	Back on the streets of Philly (this time downtown, day time),
people were busy scouring around, going about their day completely
oblivious to the to the derelicts living right under them on the streets.
	Devon was led to a frail weal and lonely man, lying in a pissy
corner by himself. He was dressed in tattered old rags, black and dingy
with years of crud and crust. His shoes had no soles, the feet and toes
sticking straight out the bottoms. His face (though matted with years of
untamed hair growth and dirt) still had remnants of who he used to be. One
had to look deep into his eyes to see the man inside...


"No..." whispered Devon, seeing Theo under the mask. "NO!" he yelled, tears
forming in his eyes. "WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO HIM...?! HIM OF ALL
PEOPLE...!! WHY...!!!?"


"Well..." said Thaddeus, standing in the background as people continued to
pass by unnoticed. "...Theo has had quite a hard time relating to people,
especially after your death! He took it VERY hard...! He lost custody of
his daughter to her mother..., lost all drive to start his own business,
and lost his zest to workout after realizing he was in love with you
shortly after your funeral...!"


"In love with me...??" asked Devon, surprised.


"You couldn't tell...?" asked Thaddeus. "It seemed evident to me...! The
way he always protected you..., watched over you..., consoled you..., the
intimate way he kissed you...?"


"I..." said Devon, nearly speechless. "...just thought we where having
fun..."


"It might have been fun..." continued Thaddeus, as Devon watched Theo pull
out a prescription bottle... "...but while you were just enjoying
yourself..., HE was falling in love!"


"That's not fair...!" said Devon, feeling responsible for his roommate's
fates. "I didn't know how they felt...! No one told me...!"


"Did you tell them...?" asked Thaddeus, getting a negative nod from
Devon. "So you all had feelings for each other..., but no one was man
enough to say so when it mattered...!"
	Devon watched Theo flip the top off the bottle...


"What's he doing...?" he asked, watching Theo turn the bottle up to his
crusted lips. "WHAT'S HE DOING...??!"
	Theo took the entire contents of the bottle in his mouth, then
followed it up with a the last of the vodka he had wrapped in a paper
bag. "NO!!!" screamed Devon, trying to stop him. "DON'T THEO...! DON'T...!"
he begged as Theo swallowed the contents.


"There's nothing we can do for him now..." said Thaddeus, touching Devon on
the shoulder.
	Devon cried out loud, feeling sorry that he never stepped up and
said what he was feeling, fearing that his roommates might think him gay
and reject him from the house. How stupid was that thinking, knowing how
close they had all gotten sexually. He should have had more heart..., he
should have said what he was feeling regardless of the consequences!


"Is there any way I can fix this...?" he asked, wondering if there was a
solution?


"There MAY be..." said Thaddeus, "...IF you're willing to make the
sacrifice...!?"


"I am...!" said Devon. "I'll do anything...!"


"I was hoping you'd say that..." smiled Thaddeus, an evil glint in his eye
	Devon looked back at Thaddeus to find a large lump bursting for
freedom in his white pants, the outline of his long hard dick pressing out
against the thin material barely able to house it. Devon wiped a tear from
his eye as he looked on in amazement and wondered... "What kind of angel
are you...??" he questioned, believing angels didn't have sex organs...


"A fallen angel!" said Thaddeus, unzipping his pants as his enormous dick
popped free. "But regardless my past, I have the power to take you back to
the living..., allowing you the chance to fix your friend's failed
futures...!"


"If...?" asked Devon.


"It's been a LONG time since I've felt the sins of the flesh..." said
Thaddeus. "...if you really want to right the wrongs done to your friends,
you'd come with me..., now!"
	Devon took the challenge as a no brainier, knowing his friends were
2 of the most important people in his life. He took Thaddeus' hand, and
immediately they were teleported to a dark place.


Pt-7


	Thaddeus's clothes were magically gone, as was Devon's hospital
garb. Around them were total darkness. Devon wasted no time falling to his
knees to worship the fallen angel's enormous rod, taking it in both hands
and lifting it towards his mouth...


	Thaddeus held his breath as he waited the precious moment he wished
upon for a millennium. He watched as Devon lifted his mouth to his dick,
and licked the tip.  "OOOOOhhhh..." moaned Thaddeus, as the mouth slowly
enclosed around his dick head. His eyes fluttered upward in his head as
human feelings and emotions long dead to him, suddenly came rushing back in
an instant. He could feel Devon's warm tongue working over the underbelly
of his dick, snaking underneath his shaft as he slowly inched his mouth
towards the base.
	Devon fully expected his jaw to rip open when he first saw
Thaddeus' heavy dick, but somehow (perhaps only because it was a dream?),
his mouth and the dick became perfectly proportioned as he easily snaked
his mouth down about the thick base of his host, effectively deep throating
his entire dick to the root.


"Ooooh yesssss..., you're were well worth the wait..." moaned Thaddeus,
lost in another world as he surrendered to Devon's oral capabilities.
	Devon had free rein over Thaddeus' dick, sucking it to his heart's
content as he swallowed it whole, then slowly dragged his lips back up to
the head. Devon couldn't believe how delicious Thaddeus' dick tasted, like
sucking something made purely of chocolate liquorish. It tempted Devon to
suck more, desiring the flavor of the shaft.
	Devon sped his mouth back and forth, swallowing the dick whole and
allowing it to rest in his throat before sucking back up to the
head. Thaddeus' dick shown wetly with remnants of his spit, glistening
against what dim light allowing them to see. For what felt like an eternity
(and probably was) Devon sucked Thaddeus' dick, bobbing his head and
slurping his lips along the long hot shaft until finally the dick started
to pulsate with life. Thaddeus remained perfectly still as his dick started
to throb under the expert acts of Devon's mouth. Devon senses the eruption
near, and prepared himself for the oncoming flood of semen. But he had no
idea just how much cum Thaddeus was capable of shooting...


	Without warning, Thaddeus grabbed the back of Devon's head and
shoved it down into his crotch, spearing him on the full length of his 15"
dick (it is a dream after all). Devon felt the first eruption spurt
directly down the back of his throat, burning a path straight to his
stomach. The second spurt quickly followed, along with the third, forth,
fifth, sixth, seventh, eight, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth, thirtieth,
and so forth. Devon felt a continuous ongoing flood of cum being shot
directly into his stomach, causing his belly to bloat as a small river
started to form. Finally when Thaddeus was finished coming, he kept his
dick buried in Devon's throat for well over 10 minutes (amazingly still
allowing Devon to breath through his nose), then reached down over his body
and shoved three fingers straight up his unprepared backside.
	Devon jumped uncomfortably as the fingers bore into him. Suddenly
his asshole was wet with grease, allowing the fingers to pass through
without damage. Thaddeus removed his long dick, then spun Devon around in
doggy position. Devon looked back over his shoulder nervously, not knowing
what to expect. His stomach was sloshing around what felt like several
gallons of cum in his full belly, making him sluggish and tired. Now
Thaddeus wanted to fuck him, how much cum could his body hold, he wondered?


	Thaddeus aligned his dick, then rammed the entire shaft all the way
in in one shove. Devon wailed in pain as his asshole was suddenly harpooned
without warning. The long dick battered through his rectum, breaking
through the anal ring to bury itself in hot human flesh, spearing Devon
straight through his colon and into his intestines. Somehow it started to
feel good as the dick came alive like a snake and started to worm its was
through Devon's intestines as if in a maze. Devon could actually feel the
dick moving through his lower intestines, growing longer and fucking him
deeper than any dick would ever possibly go. His body tingled all over with
life as a euphoric feeling of absolute peace came over him. Being fucked by
this fallen angel was the closest thing to reaching heaven anyone will ever
come to know in our world. His body felt marvelous, like a brand new car on
the showroom floor with no mileage and no owner.
	Thaddeus grabbed his waist, then started thrusting his hips as he
fucked his way in and out of Devon's body. The long snake buried deep began
moving back and forth, wiggling, giggling, and tickling inside him. The
entire experience was surreal. Devon knew such a thing could not possibly
happen, yet his body never felt more alive, more in-tune with his mind and
spirit.


	Thaddeus ran his huge hot hands all over Devon's back, massaging
him while he fucked. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body back into
him, pressing Devon's meaty ass cheeks against his pelvis. With the entire
dick buried, Devon could still feel it moving, inching ever so deeper
inside him. Then suddenly without even moving his hips, Thaddeus' dick
began moving back and forth, fucking in and out of its own accord. Devon
groaned in complete ecstasy as his own erection started to ooze
pre-cum. With his prostate feeling every nuance happening inside him, it
leaked precious juices onto the floor beneath them as the joyous pressure
inside him mounted. Devon's dick started to pulsate, then after a wild
spasm, started erupting its own gush of semen onto the floor, causing his
anus to throb around Thaddeus' snake.
	Thaddeus felt the rhythmic pulsing of Devon's rectum on his dick,
and lost control of his senses. He gripped his waist tighter, then pulled
his dick from Devon's intestines and began fucking his bowels with deep
hard strokes. Devon was still in the middle of coming when Thaddeus went
into high drive and began banging his ass hard. Devon clinched his hole
tighter, driving Thaddeus mad with lust. The fallen angel slammed his hips
into Devon's ass with frightful blows, sending shockwaves up and through
Devon's body with all the impact of a car collision. Just when Devon feared
he might not survive the strenuous fuck session, did the angel finally
erupt, exploding a volcano of cum in Devon's bowels.


"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed the angel, roaring like a
herd of lions on a rampage. His dick jumped, jerked, and throbbed
continuously, emptying a barrel full of cum in Devon's body. The backup
began to spill out the dick clogged hole, sprouting out like leaks from a
broken faucet around Thaddeus' embedded sausage. Devon could feel his
stomach starting to flood again as the cum began to climb up into his
chest. He was being flooded from the inside as sure as if someone had
attached a running lawn hose to his ass and turned it on full blast.
	The cum continued to climb through his chest and up his esophagus,
pouring obscenely out of his mouth like thick coats of curdled milk.
Thaddeus laughed behind him in his ear, finally drained of centuries old
sperm building in his loins. Devon wondered would the flow ever stop?
Then, just as suddenly as the dream started, did it vanish, as Devon
finally awoke from his coma...


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