Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2010 19:26:24 -0400
From: Marvin <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: roswell heights-11

[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-11
Julio's War


	46 year old Julio Espisedo (5'11", 170 lbs with a medium
non-athletic build) walked down the street of his long time neighborhood,
hating the way it's changed in the last 2 decades. There once was a time
(when he first moved there 20 yrs ago) when people in the neighborhood
looked out for each other, when neighbors disciplined unruly children (even
when they weren't their own), when pride in the neighborhood meant cleaning
out in front of your house and maintaining your property.
	Since then he'd noticed a serious lack of police presence, that
neighbors no longer looked out for each other and their children, that it
was every man woman and child for themselves, that there was no community
pride left. Many of the middle aged working class and elderly tended to
mind their own businesses, afraid to speak out against the riffraff
invading their street corners for fear of retaliation. People don't raise
their children to be respectful law abiding and productive citizens
anymore, they raise rude wild loud ingrates who thought of nothing more
than themselves. Many of the youth had never worked an honest day in their
lives, having started off with criminal behavior at an early age and never
looked back. Julio just shook his head at what society had become; a nation
of adults afraid of their own children.

	He walked home from a nearby grocery store after work, carrying
fresh items which he intended to cook tonight on the stove. As he walked
towards his house, he noticed several young black men on the corner,
peddling drugs out in the open, making cash exchanges with known druggies
as if it were no big deal.
	Fed up with the dealers ruling the world, he briskly walked across
the street to comfort them. Two of the dealers noticed his approach and
walked away, already familiar with his reputation for bringing unwanted
attention to their corners. But the third drug dealer was defiant, standing
his ground as if he had an army behind him.

"You kids need to stay off these corners..." stated Julio, yelling at the
boys walking away. "...go find REAL JOBS, support your unwanted babies and
make something useful of your lives!"

"Yo..., who the fuck do you think you are, old man...?!" asked 17 year old
Kaleb Nelson, disrespectfully.
	Julio looked the teenager over, recognizing him as the boy he saw
getting butt fucked in the back-lots (the un-kept lots behind the Projects
[chap-8]).

"How old are you, son...17...? 18...? Do you even know where your future is
headed...?"

"Who gives a fuck...?" asked Kaleb, stubbornly.

"YOU should give a fuck!" countered Julio. "Your PARENTS should give a
fuck! Is there ANYbody in your life who cares that you're out here throwing
your life away? Where's your father...?"

"Dead! Where's YOURS?" asked Kaleb, flipped.

"In Puerto-Rico!" answered Julio. "And he loved me and raised me to respect
myself and to respect others! He taught me to get a real job, to earn my
money wisely and to support myself and my family so that they would not
have to grow up without a dad!"

"How might WHITE of you!" snapped Kaleb.

"Don't you know that the streets are NO place for young black and Hispanic
men...? That the police are just itching for an excuse, ANY excuse to shoot
your black ass and throw you in jail? Don't you see you're stepping right
into their stereotypes...? That you're allowing THEM to dictate who you are
and what you do as a person...?" reasoned the older man.

"Ain't nobody tellin' me nothin' old man! You don't know what the fuck
you're talkin' about!" yelled Kaleb, flagging Julio on.

"MY SON was killed on these streets..." confessed Julio, the pain of losing
a child still eating away at him like a bad cancer. "...trust me when I say
once you're gone, ain't NONE of these so called `hommies' of yours gonna
miss you! They won't mourn for more than a few hours before they too get
shot and killed or thrown in jail, ruining any chance at all of finding a
good job and getting out of this shit hole neighborhood they helped defile!
You need to open your eyes and realize that there's MORE to life out there
than what's in front of you...! There's a whole world of possibilities
you're just letting pass you by for a few measly bucks...!"

"Ain't nobody tryin'a hear all that...!" said Kaleb, turning a deaf ear.
"Don't nobody care about Puerto-Rico OR your dead son...! If you were such
a good influence, why's he dead in the first place...? You obviously sucked
as a father!"

"You lil' ingrate...!" snarled Julio, losing it as he charged after Kaleb
(dropping his bag of groceries in the process). The teen boy was taken off
guard, unprepared for a physical fight as Julio (an old hack at hand to
hand combat) made quick work of him, then dragged the teenager up into a
nearby alley for privacy.
	Kaleb struggled, losing several bags of Sextasy as Julio threw him
face first up against a neighbor's wall. "You think you man enough to stand
up to me in the street...?" asked the older man, ripping off Kaleb's
jacket. "Then let's see how well you hold up in another environment...!"

	Kaleb had no idea what the older man meant, until he felt Julio
throw him over a set of trashcans and begin to pull down his
pants. "Hey...!" protested the boy, trying to rise up as his ass became
exposed. "What the fuck'r you doin'...?!" he asked, trying to pull his
pants back up.

"You should know..." said Julio, yanking them down around the boy's
ankles. "...I SAW you getting butt fucked in the lots behind The
Heights...!" informed the man, causing Kaleb to freeze in place as the
words registered deep in his brain. "You seemed quite comfortable taking
dick up the ass..., maybe jail would be such a bad place for you after
all!"
	Kaleb felt shame run through him at the thought of being caught. He
remembered that day well, the day he asked MarliQ to fuck him in the
back-lots to prime him for Kane. MarliQ was all too happy to help, having
caught the bug for fucking dudes after the Initiation orgy Kane made them
perform on 15 year old Donavan Stiles (chap-5). In fact, MarliQ had fucked
him so hard that Kaleb still felt the butt fucking the next day. Since
then, MarliQ has been treating Kaleb like one of his chicks, hitting him up
whenever his dick gets hard and he don't feel like going through the
bullshit of sweet talking a girl.

	Julio Espisedo found himself staring down at Kaleb's ass face to
face. He'd seen the boy's ass from a distance in the dark while he was bent
over getting rammed from behind from one of his friends, but now that he
could see it up close and personal, he had a new perspective on how pretty
the black boy's ass really was, and actually found himself getting aroused
as he covered the sweet brown cheeks with his hands.
	He squeezed the fat round buttocks firmly, digging his strong
fingers into the meaty globes before prying them apart. The ass crack was
slightly haired with a thin line of baby hairs surrounding the taut looking
anus. It'd been months since Julio's last experience with a woman (a
call-girl he hook with every now and then when he gets desperate for
pussy). He looked at Kaleb's ass as pussy, envisioning the tight puckered
anus as a dripping wet vagina as he leaned in and pressed his face between
the teen's cheeks.

	Kaleb felt the older man molesting his ass as he fondled and
squeezed his ass cheeks. He felt the man pull his cheeks apart, exposing
his asshole to the open air. Then (much to Kaleb's surprise) he felt the
man press his face up between his cheeks. Kaleb was shocked that someone
would put their face in such an unfamiliar area, but was pleasantly
surprised when he felt mr Espisedo's tongue starting to swipe across his
tight pucker. "Oh god...!" he groaned as the wet oral muscles swabbed his
shitter, bathing it in warm spit.
	Kaleb found himself pushing his ass back into the older man's hairy
face, trying to make for him a better bulls-eye. Espisedo used his thumbs
to pry the young firm cheeks apart as he licked his taster up and down the
slightly haired crevice. Grateful that the kid's ass tasted clean, he
pressed his face in further and began to drill his tongue into the tight
hole, wanting to get up inside the boy's body. Kaleb tried to stifle his
groans, but was doing a horrible job as he leaned his chest down against
the trashcan lid and surrendered his ass to the hole eater.

	Julio loved eating pussy. When he was married it was his favorite
past-time. His wife (Barbra) often complained about her vagina becoming too
swollen and sensitive from all the sucking it did. Sometimes she would have
to go to bed in her son's room (while he was alive), or wear three layers
or clothes or else she'd wake up with her husband's head between her legs.
	Julio missed those days, as most of his time now consisted of work
and organizing town watches. He kept his son's spirit alive by often
speaking of him at meeting and during therapy sessions with his shrink. At
home he left his room exactly the way it was before he died, not wanting to
disturb any of his son's essence.

	Julio felt Kaleb's ass cheeks lock on either side of his face as he
ate his ass. Breathing through his nose, he soaked the kid's ass in saliva,
treating his asshole as if it were his wife's pussy. Kaleb had never had
his asshole eaten before, and couldn't believe the excitement he felt as
the warm tongue passed over him. His dick was hard and his ass was
beginning to actually crave dick as his asshole slowly dilated and allowed
Julio's tongue to enter.
	Julio unfastened his pants and began stroking his uncut
erection. Removing his face for a second, he spit down into the palm of his
hand and began stroking it along the length of his dick before pressing his
face back up between the twin cakes. He tongue fucked the tiny hole, loving
the way the ass felt against his face. Using his facial hair as a scouring
pad, he rubbed his face up and down the crack, causing Kaleb's sensitive
skin to tingle with excitement.
	Kaleb lifted his torso off the can so he could reach down and
stroke his own hardon. He looked back over his shoulder to see the handsome
Rican man with his tan face buried in his brown ass. Down the side alley he
could see people walking by, looking down at and stepping over Julio's
spilled groceries all over the ground. No one bothered to look up the
alley, where they would have seen Kaleb bent over a stack of trashcans
getting his man-pussy ate.

	Kaleb waited as Julio pulled away from eating his ass, then stood
up behind him. He arched his back and titled his butt outward as Julio
rested his hardon between the cheeks, slow grinding its way up and down the
valley like a sausage between two buns. He ran his hands curiously up under
the front of Kaleb's shirt, feeling his torso and chest. Kaleb sighed
deeply as he arched backwards, leaning his head back against the older man
while he gently caressed his body.
	Julio's lips were near Kaleb's neck as he reached down and aimed
his hooded dick up against the kid's asshole. Kaleb paused as the man
starting to push into him, slowly easing his dick into his hole. He had
expected the first penetration to be painful as with past experiences, but
was greatly surprised when Espisedo's dick easily slid into him, as if
guided by an inviting force.

"OOOOOhhhhh ggooooooddddddd..." he groaned as the dick slowly passed into
him. Julio pressed his chest against the boy's back, using his free hand to
caress his torso while gently guiding the boy back into him.

"That feel good..?" asked Julio, whispering into Kaleb's ear.

"Oh yeeeaaaahhh..." moaned the teenager, lost inside his own ecstasy. "I
can't believe it didn't hurt...! I always hurts when they first put it
in...!"

"That's cuz I ate you out first..." explained Julio, pressing his hairy
pubes against Kaleb's smooth cheeks as he ground his entire dick around in
the boy's ass. "...I made you relax before I pushed it up inside you
slowly...! Pussy should be made love to, not butt fucked like a prison
inmate...!" he said as his hot breath rested on the side of Kaleb's
neck. "You want me to pull out...?" he asked, knowing the boy wouldn't.

"No..." moaned Kaleb, still stroking himself as his own dick remained rock
hard.

"Something THIS sweet shouldn't be out selling drugs on a street corner..."
whispered Julio, pulling back his hips as he began to fuck. "...you have a
lot more potential than that!"

"I don't have any other skills..." complained Kaleb, downing himself.

"We ALL have skills..." informed Julio, pushing back in as his dick easily
sliced through Kaleb's buns. "...the trick is finding out what you're good
at, and going from there...!"

"All I'm good at is playin' video games, sellin' drugs, and..."

"And what...?" asked Julio curiously, as he began to steadily fuck the
boy's ass.

"And..., THIS...!" answered Kaleb, referring to getting fucked.

"Bullshit!" said Julio, running his hand up to Kaleb's neck from under his
shirt. He turned the boy's head towards him, even as he continued to fuck
himself from behind without let up. "Don't let anybody tell you you can't
do something! You can do anything you want...! You don't HAVE to settle
with being a drug dealer! You could be a manager at a fast food restaurant,
or a nurse if you get the proper education..., or a mechanic, or a retail
salesman..., --the doors are open to you!"

"I...I...don't know..." said Kaleb, trying to think with a dick sliding in
and out of his ass.

"If you stay out here, someone, somewhere, eventually is gonna kill you...,
or you're gonna end up in jail being the butt slave of convicts!" informed
Julio, talking directly to the boy's face from behind. "As much as you
might like having this pussy tapped, you're NOT gonna like 50 to 60
convicts taking turns on you everyday..., fucking you rather you want it or
not!" Kaleb groaned despairingly at the idea of getting butt fucked
repeatedly by big burly greasy men with giant dicks and mean attitudes. He
definitely liked the way mr Espisedo's dick felt inside him, but he didn't
think he would be able to take 50 to 60 guys fucking him consecutively.
	Julio twisted Kaleb's head further in his direction with one hand
up near his face, and the other hand up under his shirt feeling his
torso. "No..., pussy like this needs to be made love to constantly...! You
need a man who will dick you good when you need it, and eat it out so
you'll want it! You need a man who's not afraid to show you love and
affection, who will be patient and teach you the correct way to be a man!
You need a father figure in your life!"

"Yeah...!" agreed Kaleb, having missed having one in his life. His mother
had raised him as best she could while working (sometimes 2 jobs) to
support him, but Kaleb couldn't deny the feeling of loss for not having a
dad to go to when he needed it, and the men his mother dated never really
seemed interested in getting to know him, they just wanted to get into his
mother's draws.
	Julio knew he had tapped into something with the boy. Indeed many
of the black urban boys grew up without 2 parents, and many were starved
for the love and affection of their absent fathers. Many of them
subconscious sought that affection by joining gangs, believing the
camaraderie of other men would fill the gap left behind by their
dads. Unfortunately drug dealers are a poor substitute for lonely boys
seeking to bond, leaving a lot of them with lengthy arrest records, jail
time, or death. Julio hoped Kaleb wasn't so far gone that he couldn't be
reached. The Fathers Against Drugs (F.A.D.) talked about reaching some of
those kids, pulling them in off the streets and acting as foster fathers in
the hopes that the boys will feel empowered to do the right thing. They
believed that all some of these kids needed were love, attention, and
understanding, --you didn't have to be a biological parent to give support.

	Kaleb could feel Julio's hairy lips tickling the side of his face
as he pulled him back into his chest while thrusting up into his ass. He
could feel his whiskers touching his face as his hot breath breathed on his
skin, the smell of cigarettes invading his nostrils. Kaleb couldn't believe
how good Julio's dick felt sliding through him, the extra skin around the
Puerto-Rican's 8" shaft acting as a silk covering and helping to glide the
dick back and forth easier. It was like being fucked by a super-glide, the
skin staying put while the actually shaft moved back and forth. The
sensation was incredible. Kaleb found himself wanting to feel it more and
more as Julio inched his lips closer.
	Julio had never physically been with a man before. As a small boy
he experimented with his brothers, comparing cocks and wrestling. But his
parents (particularly his dad) frowned on homosexuality, telling his sons
that they needed to be MEN and like pussy, anything else in his household
was unacceptable. So Julio did as his father instructed, and fucked pussy
every chance he got. It really wasn't until he happened upon Kaleb (getting
his back dug out by MarliQ) that the desire to fuck a dude hit him. He
couldn't tear his eyes off the spectacle happening right before his
eyes. All his life he had heard of two guys fucking, but he'd never seen it
done. Watching the big guy butt fuck the slimmer one was such a turn on,
that Julio KNEW he had to try it out someday. However he didn't think it
would be this soon, and out in public to boot. He knew he should have taken
this encounter inside, but he really had no idea that it would go this far,
or that the 17 year old would be this open to getting fucked by a guy twice
his age.

	Julio wouldn't have stopped thrusting his dick into the teenager's
ass even if he begged him to. He was too far gone to turn back now that his
dick had been submerged in the boy's hot ass-pussy. Julio couldn't believe
how receptive the boy's hole was, it was definitely like fucking pussy,
only tighter. He sliced his dick through the squeezing anal ring with every
thrust, plunging his uncut Rican meat 8 inches deep inside the boy's sweet
sucking rectum. He liked hearing the boy moan after every plunge, his voice
raising a few octaves as he tried to maintain his manly street image.
	Kaleb already knew the pleasures a good dicking could cause, having
already taken several dicks since Kane initially stole his anal
virginity. But Julio's was the first dick that caused him absolutely NO
pain. He marveled at the exquisite feeling emitting through his bowels, the
gentle yet firm massage of his anal muscles as the dick sped in and out of
him with grace and beauty. It was a wonderful change from the sometimes
violent fucking Kane bestowed, fucking his ass as if he stole something.
	Kaleb enjoyed the steady in/out thrusts Julio administered, loving
the way the dick slid through him and darted back and forth into the deep
depths of his colon. The steady pumping was rhythmic and therapeutic,
making Kaleb wish they were in a bed instead of an alley. He really wanted
to lay out next to this man, feeling him fuck him in different positions
with his amazing cock. But it wasn't until Julio slipped his tongue into
Kaleb's mouth (making him suck the entire root) that Kaleb finally lost it.

	Julio was still thrusting up into Kaleb's ass (shoving his tongue
into the boy's mouth as he held his head sideways) when he heard the boy
moan really loudly. They broke the kiss as Kaleb's asshole tightened and
flexed around his thrusting dick. Kaleb heaved breathlessly as he looked
down at his dick. Two strokes later he was hosing a huge load all over the
neighbor's trashcans, spurting out load after thick rich load.
	Julio could feel the hole spasm around his dick as he gripped the
boy by the waist and rode him straight through his orgasm. Kaleb panted
like a parched dog as the cum shot out of his body. A few thrusts later,
Julio joined him, stifling a yell as his throbbing dick started to flood
the teenager's rectum with a surplus of Rican cum.
	Julio always came heavily, and this time (given that his last
physical encounter was months ago) was no exception, as the cum poured out
of him in rivers. Kaleb could feel the 8" cock throbbing and jumping inside
him, filling him full. But what he didn't expect was the continued drainage
as the dick shot endless amounts of molten semen deep inside his flooding
rectum. Kaleb's asshole quickly became sloppy with the load, then began
leaking spillage as it seeped out around the pulsating shaft still lodged
inside. Excess sperm began running down the backs of his legs and inner
thighs (a sure sign of overflow), as the cum had nowhere else to go. It
took nearly 4 whole minutes for Julio's orgasm to finally subside, by then
Kaleb had quite a mess dripping down into his socks, wetting everything in
its path.

"Sorry about that..." apologized Julio, pulling out of the gushing
anus. "...I cum BIG!"

"I see...!" said Kaleb, trying to tighten his leaking ass lips as he
reached down to pull up his pants.

"I was serious about what I said..." stated Julio, getting back to a lost
subject. "...if you want to get off these streets and try working to make
an honest living..., I will love to support you and be your sponsor!"
	With that he reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card
for F.A.D. "Call me..., any time, day or night!"

"Thanks..." said Kaleb, taking the card tentatively. He wasn't sure he had
what it took to change, making money on the streets were easy compared to
working 40 hrs a week, he saw how tied his mother looked when she got home
from work...
	Julio smiled as he reached up and playfully rubbed Kaleb's head.

"You'll be alright!" he said, slowly walking the boy back to the alley's
entrance. Surprisingly his fallen bag of groceries was still there. He
gathered up the items, then walked back to the boy (who was obviously still
leaking gobs of semen from his ass...). Without saying another word, he
reached out his hand to shake. Kaleb (pulling the wet boxers from his
sticky ass crack) looked down at the hand reached out for friendship...,
then shook it. "I'll look forward to hearing from you...!" said the older
man, continuing his journey down the busy street towards home.
	Kaleb thought to run home and shower and change before continuing
his shift, but knew Kane would have his ass if he found him missing from
his corner.
	Kaleb smiled mischievously at the thought of Kane having his ass...

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Eugene Marvin (aka)
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