Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2010 22:51:06 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: roswell heights-10

[Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South
Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15
story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few
hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's
become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.]

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ROSWELL HEIGHTS-10
Reverend Run's House

Pt-1
	40 year old Jerome Taylor awoke before his morning alarm. Sneaking
out of bed before his wife could wake up, he slipped out of their master
bedroom and snuck down the hall to his son's room. Jerome junior was
already awake, anticipating his dad's arrival. Ever since discovering his
father's shameful secret (Jerome sr is Kane's special in-house project
bitch [chap-7]), his dad's been giving him daily blow jobs to keep him
quiet.
	Jerome junior couldn't believe his luck as he watched as his dad
sneak into his room. He already had his pajama bottoms pulled off and his
15 year old erection exposed, making it easy for his ole man. Jerome senior
smiled "good morning" to his son, then wasted no time falling to his knees
beside the bed to suck his dick. Jerome junior stifled a moan when he felt
his dad's warm lips wrap around his erection.

	Jerome senior was in his own special kind of paradise as he
swallowed his son's 7" dick down to the balls, --his thick mustached lips
nibbling gently about the base as his nose buried in his son's pubic
fuzz. Junior laid back in bed, loving the way his father's warm mouth
melded to his rod. Since receiving daily BJ's, he's hadn't had to jack off
as much, saving most of his teen sperm for his father's throat.
	At first Jerome senior was nervous about his son knowing his most
shameful secret, but it actually turned into a blessing in disguise as he
was now able to suck dick regularly instead of only when Kane called on
him. Jerome senior found himself quickly becoming addicted to the taste of
cum, finding he needed it often. If he went more than a day without it he
got irritable and cranky, becoming impossible to work with. Kane was still
using his mouth and ass whenever he wanted, but with a steady woman at home
and infinite boy-toys at his disposal to play with, butt fucking Jerome was
becoming one of his least priorities.

	Jerome swallowed his son's dick to the root, feeling it lodge
itself well in his throat before bobbing his head up and down. It usually
didn't take junior long to cum, and today was no exception. After only
about 3 to 5 minutes of uninterrupted sucking, he came a fountain of cum in
his dad's mouth, moaning and squirming in bed as his nervous father reached
up to cover his mouth with his hand.
	Junior shook like a leaf as the cum was vacuumed from his
balls. Jerome senior consumed everything his son had to offer, suckling the
pulsating shaft and milking it of any last drops. Junior fell back against
the pillows exhausted and drained, while his dad gently nursed his
shrinking pud to limpness. After he was done, Jerome Sr rubbed the top of
his son's head lovingly as Junior smiled up at him sheepishly, ready to go
back to sleep. His father rose to his feet and slowly walked back towards
the door, pausing as he turned back around and said loudly (in case anyone
was listening) "time to get up Junior, you've got school!" before winking,
and closing the door behind him. By the time he made it back to his
bedroom, the morning alarm started to go off, waking his wife...


Pt-2

	The Church Of Families Of Christianity has a prominent
congregation. Its members reach into several hundreds, with programs
devoted to the upraise of family and family values. Their Pasture (Reverend
Malcolm H. Holmes) took an active role to console his followers, allowing
members to stop by his office unannounced when they had issues or problems
too big for them to bear alone.
	Jerome Taylor found his growing desire to suck male dick a problem
to his marriage and his livelihood as a man. He stopped off at the church
after work (feeling guilty about his sins), with intentions of getting
"fixed" by the Reverend. He waited in the office foyer while the Reverend
finished up consoling another couple who were having marital issues. When
the door to the office opened, Jerome recognized the man leaving the
Reverend's office. He and his wife spoke briefly (the man making eye
contact) before leaving abruptly.

"Jerome..., what a surprise! Is everything alright at home...?" asked the
burly 6'2, dark skin 50 year old with grayish black hair and beard.

"Yes Reverend, everything's fine!" smiled Jerome, nervously.

"Well then..., what can I do for you...?" asked the holy man.

"Could I..., TALK in your office...?" asked Jerome, looking around to see
if anyone was within ear shot?

"Of course we can!" smiled the reverend, showing Jerome the way.
	Jerome entered the Reverend's office as he had many times before in
the past. He sat down in one of the two available seats in front of his
desk, looking at the Reverend's plaques and degrees on the wall for years
of committed service in the comminuty. "What's troubling you, son...?"asked
the Reverend as he took his seat and folded his hands above the table.

"Well..." said Jerome, feeling a heavy weight of guilt on his
shoulders. "...I have this friend..., who's gotten himself mixed up with a
drug dealer...!"

"A friend, eh...?" asked the Reverend skeptically, rearing back in his seat
judgingly. "Go on..."

"This drug dealer threatened to do bodily harm to his wife for speaking out
against him in public IF the husband didn't..., DO something for him...!"

"Something like what...?" asked the reverend, curiously. "Sell drugs...?
Give him money...? Bail him out of jail...?"

"No..." said Jerome, dropping his eyes to the floor. "...something...,
--sexual...!"

"OH...!" said the Reverend, shifting in his seat. "This..., FRIEND..., HAS
he done anything sexual with this drug dealer...?"

"Yes, he HAS...!" admitted Jerome, causing the Reverend's eyebrows to rise.

"Tell me everything!" insisted the older man, eager to hear the tale.
	Jerome explained how his `friend' had been forced to service the
drug dealer orally, then how he eventually took his anal virginity. He
spoke of how he took him several times, including in another couple's home,
and in the janitor's closet where he lived. He explained how the drug
dealer used him over and over again at whim, even sharing him with his
dealer friends, turning the otherwise respectable married man into a
project whore!
	The Reverend listened intently, his dick hardening between his legs
as he fought the urge to reach down and rub it. He could easily pictured it
happening as Jerome described. When Jerome was finished telling his story,
the Reverend found himself completely aroused.

"And how does these forced sexual acts make your `friend' feel...?"
inquired the Reverend, his aching hardon throbbing hotly down his pant-leg.

"Oh he's devastated...!" answered Jerome, speaking from the heart. "He
feels like less of a man, having to cater to another's man's prowess...!"
he explained, causing the Rev's dick to jump at the thought.

"Does he secretly enjoy doing these acts...?" asked the reverend,
curiously. "I mean..., that would explain why he's continued to do it for
so long after he's obviously finished paying his wife's debt! Perhaps he
needs to look a little deeper and see what he may be getting out of this
arrangement...!"

 "Deeper...?" asked Jerome, nervously.

"Yes...! Perhaps he has a deeply rooted desire to do such acts..., and
that's why he still continues!" said the Reverend, making Jerome think. "IF
your friend were here, I might be able to help him...!"

"How...?" asked Jerome curiously, wanting to stop the urges.

"Well..., I would give him the opportunity to try it on someone who has no
hold over him, and see if he enjoys it as much as he obviously does with
this drug dealer...!" answered the Reverend, insightfully. "But he's not
here..., is he...?" he asked, suspiciously.
	Jerome lowered his head. If he confessed his secret to the
Reverend, the Reverend might tell Rosland, or his own wife who might then
tell the whole congregation! Jerome felt at a loss...

"Yes..., he is Reverend!" he answered in shame.

"He IS...?" asked the Rev, his dick now pulsating down his thigh. "Who is
he...? Where is he...?"

"You're looking at him...!" said Jerome, never looking up.

"ah..." said the Reverend, fighting a knowing smirk. "...so YOU'RE the
`friend'!" he surmised, causing Jerome to sink deeper in his seat. "Don't
worry my boy..., your secret's safe with me! Nothing leaves these four
walls...!" assured the good Reverend, making Jerome feel a little better.

"So..., HOW do we find out if I like it or not for sure...?" he asked
naively, as Reverend Holmes got up from his seat and casually walked about
his desk.
	At first Jerome didn't notice the rather large bulge in the
Reverend's pants, until he sat in front of him on the edge of his desk,
folding his arms up about his chest and parting his feet to place his
crotch on display. Jerome's eyes casually scanned the Reverend's thick body
(all dressed in black), focusing in on the large bulge poking down the big
man's left thigh...

"Well..." said the Reverend, looking towards the ceiling
thoughtfully. "...we could TALK about it all day, and never really come to
a satisfying conclusion..., OR..." he paused, looking straight down into
Jerome's lost eyes. "...we could let you try it out on me...!"
	Jerome's eyes popped...

"YOU'D let me do that, Reverend...?" he asked, surprised (and excited).

"Well..." chuckled the good Reverend. "...you ARE one of my most loyal
sheep..., and when a sheep is in dire need, it is up to the Reverend to
FEED that sheep a good and nourishing meal of the truth! Is it not...?"

"Yes Reverend!" said Jerome, enthusiastically.

"Now I want you to do to me what you do for those drug dealers..." insisted
Holmes. "...see if it excites you in ANY way...!"

"And if it does...?" asked Jerome, nervously.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, son! Now do it!" ordered the
Reverend, standing tall with his feet parted and his hands resting on the
edge of the desk.
	Jerome hesitated for a moment, then meekly slid down onto his knees
and reached up to unfasten the good Reverend's pants. Reverend Holmes
looked down superiorly as his dick throbbed excitedly against his
leg. Jerome felt nerves in the pit of his stomach as he pulled down the
holy man's zipper, exposing his multi-colored printed boxers. Jerome
couldn't help but be surprised that a man of god would be wearing such
common underwear as he lowered the elastic waistband to free the dark
monster hiding inside.
	Reverend Holmes fat dick sprung up to full attention as soon as it
hit the open air, nearly clocking Jerome in the chin on the upspring.

"Now Jerome..." said the older man looking down in anticipation. "...don't
be afraid to allow yourself to enjoy the experience if you so feel..., I
want you to get the total fulfillment you would as if you were sucking your
favorite drug dealer...! Do you understand...?"

"Yes, sir!" said Jerome obediently, as he wrapped his hand about the base
and aimed the head up to his mouth.
	Reverend Holmes tilted back his head and slowly closed his eyes,
anticipating the moment of contact. Jerome stared at the Rev's fat wide
dick head for a moment (the head looked like that of a copper head snake,
and the deeply indented piss slit looked like the mouth) before taking it
between his lips.

"Oh god..." moaned the Reverend under his breath as soon as he felt the
oven hot warmth of Jerome's mouth.
	Jerome stretched his mouth around the snake like head, sucking the
fat spongy knob as if suckling one of his favorite childhood
blow-pops. Instantly he felt a rush of excitement flow through
him. Energized, he suckled the wide head (making the Reverend squirm), then
began taking more of the fat shaft into his mouth. He had to stretch his
mouth wider than usual, as the good Reverend's dick was nearly as fat as
his wrist. Jerome was only able to manage about half the dick before it
completely filled his oral cavity to capacity.

	Reverend Holmes stifled his moans, not wanting to alert anyone
standing outside in his foyer. He merely bit his lower lip as he gripped
the edge of the desk tighter for strength and support. As the religious
overseer for many in the community, it was often his job to ensure that his
congregation knew he was there for them, --mind body and soul. Many of his
supporters had come to him with wayward tales of sin and fornication, only
to have them perform the ugly acts for him, in order to help cleanse their
wickedness. Jerome Taylor was only one of a dozen men in his congregation
who fell to the sins of man on man flesh.  In fact, the good Reverend had a
6pm appointment that evening with a young man who believed he might be
gay. Reverend Holmes intended to bent the confused boy over his desk and
shove his thick cobra straight up the boy's virgin backside to see if he
was gay or not. If not, then the boy would leave his office (with a gut
full of semen) feeling rejoiced that he was not indeed a sinner. However if
it was found that he was gay, then the Reverend would have to schedule MORE
one on one private time alone, convincing the boy that homosexuality was
NOT the way! He anticipated it could take MONTHS of deep in-house therapy
to cleanse the boy, but he was up for the challenge.

	Jerome felt the Reverend's dick pulse in his mouth as he began to
bob his head back and forth, the smooth dark skin painted wet with his
spit. The dick was so thick that Jerome had a hard time accommodating the
huge shaft, he feared his jaw might dislocate if it stretched any
further. Content with sucking only half, he began slurping his lips along
girth, dragging his mouth up and down the fat juicy column with the sole
goal of pleasing his pastor.
	Reverend Holmes loved the feel of the hot mouth working his pipe
(indeed helping others felt good). Keeping his eyes closed so he could not
see himself committing lewd acts, he gripped the edge of the table tighter
each time he felt the velvety tongue of the married man stroke his
underbelly, coaxing him closer to cumming. Reverend Holmes wondered if
Jerome was receptive to allowing him to cum in his mouth? He thought to
ask, but decided the lord would direct him when the time was right.

	Jerome sucked his Reverend's dick for nearly 10 minutes, bathing
half the hard shaft in warm bubbly spittle. To his own detriment he could
feel himself enjoying it as his own dick grew rock hard in his pants, bent
painfully in two as it pressed out against his tight crotch.
	Reverend Holmes was not interested in Jerome's pleasures (of
course), indeed his sacrifice was not to please Jerome, but to learn if he
enjoyed the pleasures of man on man flesh (as he suspected). Keeping his
eyes closed, he reached down and placed one of his manicured hands atop
Jerome's head, helping to guide him faster on his dick. Jerome (catching
the point) bobbed faster, taking it ever deeper and gagging as the fat head
bumped the back of his throat.

"I can hear you sucking on it, Jerome..." said the Reverend,
breathlessly. "...does it make you feel good to have your mouth wrapped
around another man's precious tool...?"

"mmmpph..!" moaned Jerome.
	Reverend Holmes took that as a yes as he began to lift his buttock
up off the desk, thrusting his dick deeper into the kneeling man's mouth.

"If you enjoy it brother Jerome, then suck it! Suck it with heart!"
encouraged the Rev, getting closer to losing his load as his dick began to
thicken and strain.
	Jerome sucked harder, sensing the impending orgasm while drool
dripped from his bottom lip as it slurped along the underbelly of the
Reverend's enormous tool. He could feel the Pastor rise up off of his desk
as he stood with his feet firmly planted on the floor. Using his hips, he
drove his dick in and out of Jerome's accepting mouth, pulling and pushing
his willing head as they thrust and bobbed in opposite directions. All too
soon the pastor felt himself peaking over the edge as his entire body
stiffened and his big thick dick began spitting load after warm creamy load
directly into and down Jerome's cum hungry throat.
	Jerome felt the Reverend's dick double in size, stretching his sore
jaws even wider before the flood of warm salty cum began to spurt madly
into his mouth. Gagging on the first deluge, Jerome managed to swallow the
massive ball juice before the second flood came. He gulped down gush after
gush of the Reverend's cum, feeling the warm trails slowly seeping into his
stomach.
	Reverend Holmes gripped Jerome's skull tightly as the first spurts
erupted, but fell back against his desk weakly as the married man drained
his snake. He wiped his brow on the back of his sleeve after climax,
feeling his strength returning. Looking down, he watched Jerome nursing the
last drops of cum from his dick, lovingly cleaning his shrinking pud as if
afraid to let it go.

"You swallowed my seed, didn't you brother Jerome...?" asked the Reverend,
amazed by the married man's commitment to lewdness.

"Yes..." answered Jerome, still nursing on the copper head.

"So I take it by this display that you enjoyed what we did...?" asked the
Rev, as Jerome continued to milk him.

"Yes, Reverend...!" admitted Jerome, innocently.

"How does that make you feel...?"
	Jerome thought for a moment, not sure how to answer..., "Maybe we
should have a few MORE sessions before you finally answer that...?"

"Yes sir, Reverend!" smiled Jerome.

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