Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 01:55:57 -0400
From: Marvin <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: roswell heights-13

[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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{READER'S NOTE; This chapter is reprised from The Precinct-II chapter #29...}

ROSWELL HEIGHTS-13
Pure Kane


SOUTH PHILLY

	34 year old Winston Sinclair (aka Kane) was glad to be home after a
brief stint in jail. He looked out over the balcony of his 10th story
apartment in the Roswell Apartments Complex (aka The Projects), and looked
out over the city. Pooh (his drug boss) had promised him great things in
the coming months, what with Tempest Williams out of the way (in jail at
the time), and he was ready to start reeking some of the benefits that come
with selling one's soul to the devil.
	He was in the midst of thought, when he suddenly heard a knock at
the front door. Abandoning his view, he sauntered casually crossed the room
and opened the door to find...

"DMoney...!" he called out in surprise, having expected him to be the LAST
person knocking in his door after their last meeting (chap-13, pt-5 The
Precinct-II)...

"Kane..." said the future expected father. "...we need to talk...!"

"Okay..." responded Kane, inviting Money in as he wondered what the visit
was about? Had Money finally come to his breaking point after no longer
being able to live with the fact that Kane had taken him anally after
filling him with Sextasy induced weed? Or had he come to the realization
that he liked dick more than he cared to admit, and wanted more?
	Either way, Kane was intrigued. "...wussup...?" he asked as he
closed the door.

"Pooh's dead!" announced D-Money, bluntly.
	Kane's face softened in disbelief...

"Stop playin' man...! Seriously...?! How...?? Who got him...?" he asked,
flabbergasted.

"A drive by..." said Money. "...execution style! It's all over the news! My
guess is Tempest Williams was involved!"

"Tempest is in jail...!" said Kane, still in shock.

"He escaped!" informed Money. "He didn't like what Pooh was doing with the
business, so he severed ties with em..., and now Pooh's dead! All adds up
to me!"

"Damn...!" responded Kane in a daze as he followed Money over to the
sofa. "So what happens now...?" he asked, suddenly worried what would
happen to HIM now that Pooh was gone? Were all his promises up in smoke?

"I dunno..." answered Money unsure, as he took a seat. "...I guess we wait
around until Tempest gets word out on what he plans to do...! We don't even
know where he is right now...!"

"That's fucked up!" said Kane, thinking about his own ambitions. "Dammit
man..., I was THIS close to becoming Pooh's next right hand! So what we
supposed to do now...? Where do we get our supplies...? How we gonna run
shit with no product...?!"

"Good question...!" said Money, hunching his shoulders. "I guess we just
chill for now..., we'll figure out something lata...! Give it time!"

"Fuck that man...!" yelled Kane, walking over to the bar. "I NEED A DRINK!"

"Make it a double...!" called Money from the sofa.

"I can't believe this shit man...! And after ALL I've just been through
with my girl leavin' me and goin' to jail n'shit...! What the fuck else
could happen...??"

"Tell me bout it..." said Money with little sympathy. "...I gotta baby
comin' soon...! Now we're all gonna be homeless with no money to our
names...! Hell..., the house we stay in belonged to Pooh too..., no doubt
we bout to be evicted...!"

"Sounds like YOU need this drink about as much as I do...!" reasoned Kane,
handing Money a glass full of some funky brown liquor.
	Money looked at it skeptically...

"The last time I accepted something from you..., I found myself with an
unending hardon, bent over your sofa getting my butt fucked without my
consent...!"

"aww man..., can't we let bygones be bygones...?" laughed Kane, taking a
sip from his drink. When Money didn't respond, Kane offered a peace
offering. "How bout an eye for an eye...?" he asked, calling a truce. "Or
maybe it should be an ass for an ass...?"

"YOU'RE givin' up some ass this time...?" questioned Money, curiously.

"Hell NAW!" denied Kane, dashing any thoughts Money might have had of
branding HIS ass. "But I gotta bul here inna buildin' that'd be willin' to
put out for the both of us...!"

"Yeah...?" questioned Money. "Not some lil' gay hood boi...!" he frowned,
distastefully.

"Naw man..., a married bul I punked a while back...!" described Kane,
grabbing his cell phone. "He's like 40 n'shit, with a wife and kids...! And
check it out..., he a CHURCH bul on top of it...!"

"That's wussup!" smiled Money, rubbing his crotch at the thought of fucking
a straight married man church boi. He watched as Kane dialed the number,
then took another swig of brown liquor before relaxing back on the sofa...

	40 year old Jerome Taylor was sitting downstairs with his family,
watching a family television program when he got a call over his cell. As
soon as he looked at the caller I.D. his dick started to harden in his
slacks. "Excuse me..." he said to his wife and kids as he got up to head
into the next room for privacy. "Yes...?" he asked quietly into the phone,
as not to disturb his family.

"Yo nigga..., bring that fat girly ass up here NOW!" ordered Kane, hanging
up.
	Jerome never had a chance to protest. He knew if he didn't honor
Kane's wishes that the brazen drug dealer would be down knocking on his
door in no time (chap-6). The married man paused nervously for a second,
trying to think of a believable excuse to tell his wife who would be
demanding to know his where he was going? He walked back out into the
living room where his wife and daughter were laughing at some comedy
show. "I uh..., I have to step out for a moment..." he said, rushing for
the door.

"Where to...?" asked the wife, looking over her shoulder.

"I have to run a friend to the store..., he has a flat and has to buy a new
tire!" lied Jerome, not really good at it.
	His wife looked at him suspiciously...

"At THIS time of night...?" she asked, looking out the window as the sun
began to go down, casting a shade of looming darkness across the
projects. "Which friend...?" she asked, curiously.

"uh..., Mike...! From work! He's in the neighborhood...!" said Jerome,
taking his jacket for effect. "I'll be RIGHT back!" he said, eager to get
going.

"Call home as soon as you get..." was all he heard his wife say before he
slammed the door behind him. As soon as he got into the hallway, he
breathed a sigh of relief. He half expected her to jump up and come after
him, demanding to SEE this friend in person. Whatever happened to the trust
in their relationship, he wondered?
	Jerome walked around to the elevator, then pressed the UP
button. His 7" cut dick was already beginning to push out against his
pants, leaving a prominent bulge for anyone to see. He jumped on the slow
moving elevator, going up to the 10th floor. His heart was beating wildly
in his chest as he knocked on the door, unsure what to expect on the other
side.

"The PUSSY's here!" announced Kane, opening the door. "Sup pussy-man...?
C'mon in!" he offered, stepping aside to make room for Jerome to walk by.
	Jerome walked in meekly. Knowing the power Kane held over him, he
fully expected him to grab him and ravish him, much like he did in the
janitor's closet of their apartment complex a few weeks ago (chap-4). He
stifled a giggle when Kane swatted him playfully on the ass as he walked
by, treating him like one of the neighborhood chicks on the street. Jerome
was headed over to Kane's living room sofa when he suddenly stopped in his
tracks, startled by the unknown figure already occupying that spot...

"Yo..., THIS my hommie D-Money!" introduced Kane, after closing and locking
the front door. "I was tellin' him bout that sweet girly ass you got, then
I decided to just go on and SHOW it to em...! So go on..., show it off!"
ordered the drug dealer, embarrassing the 40 year old in an instant.
	But Jerome knew better than to disappoint Kane as he began
unbuttoning his slacks. "Yo nigga..., wait til you see this ass...!" said
Kane enthusiastically, taking a seat next to Money on the sofa. Money
watched with growing interest as Jerome unbuckled his pants, then allowed
them to slip down over his legs. Covering his embarrassing hardon, he
turned his back on his host, revealing the ripe round protruding backside
Kane had come to love so much. "See that shit man...? That's some prime
booty rite there, man!"

"Definitely!" agreed Money, groping his growing hardon in his crotch.

"Yo..., bend over and touch yur toes!" ordered Kane.
	Jerome bent over at the waist, touching his fingers to his feet as
his ass cheeks lifted and separated. "Look at THAT shit...!" inspired Kane,
as Jerome's ass crack and tight tiny asshole came into view. "Tell me you
don't wanna stick your dick in THAT?!"

"Yeah I do!" said Money, pulling his hardon out of his zipper.

"Yo bitch..., get over here and suck my bul's dick!" commanded Kane.
	Jerome stood up, then spun around and fell to his knees and crawled
up between Money's legs. He couldn't help looking up into the handsome
stranger's face, admiring his striking good looks and masculine physique as
he fisted his hardon. Jerome waited until Money aimed his dick down towards
his mouth, offering his meat for sucking. He took the young drug dealer's
dick into his hand, then gently (but firmly) nursed on the naked
head. Money rested his head back against the sofa as Jerome sampled his
dick. He could tell instantly that the older man was no real expert, but
the mouth sure felt good. He watched lazily as Jerome sucked upon the
crown, then began to bob his head up and down rapidly, using his thick lips
and tongue along the shaft and underbelly. Kane sat beside them, eye
witnessing the action as he too admired Money's good looks and strong body.

"You work out...?" he asked the younger drug dealer, leaning in next to him
as he casually lifted Money's shirt to see his ripped hairy stomach
muscles.

"Definitely man..., I like to get in a good game of B-ball at least twice a
week...!" said Money, keeping alert as Kane (not so) innocently began to
rub his bare hand over Money's stomach.

"B-ball don't get you abs like THIS...!" argued Kane, feeling the ridges
with his fingers.

"I do 200 crunches a day also..." admitted Money, purposely causing his
stomach muscles to pop out impressively.

"That's wussup..." said Kane, allowing his hand to wander up to Money's
chest as he began to pinch his erect nipples. He toyed with Money's chest
while Jerome sucked his dick, staring up at the two drug men and sensing
something deeper than just plain admiration.
	Money made no attempts to stop what Kane was doing, so the 34 year
old thought nothing of leaning over to suckle one of Money's stiff nipples
into his curious mouth.

"MMmmm..." moaned Money as he settled back further, enjoying the duel lip
service.

"Like that, eh...?" asked Kane, moving in closer as he latched his mouth to
the nipple and began sucking with more intensity. Money squirmed underneath
him, arching his back to lift his chest as Jerome tried sucking his dick
deeper.
	Jerome focused his attention on pleasing Money's penis, even as he
looked up to see Kane's sexy full lips suckling about the younger man's
chest. Jerome had never seen Kane attempting to please anyone other than
himself, and wondered if the ruthless gangster was beginning to go soft...?

	Kane (a man with a plan) took his time biting and nibbling Money's
nipples, keeping a close eye on the action happening down south. He saw
Jerome struggling to suck Money's impressive manhood, unable to take the
handsome rod into his throat as any good faggot should be capable of doing.
	Pushing at Money's waistband, he silently motioned Jerome to finish
pulling down Money's pants, stripping him naked from the chest down. Money
lifted his buttock to help Jerome pull the pants down under his ass, then
down his muscled legs and off at the ankles. Jerome took a break from
sucking dick just long enough to unfasten Money's Timberlands, then pull
his pants free. Once done, he resumed his task of dick sucking, swabbing
the 8" manhood with his spit wet mouth as he polished the head and top half
of the shaft to a fine glisten.

	Kane nursed Money's chest for a few more minutes, easing his hand
curiously down across his flat ripped stomach towards his pelvis. He raked
his fingernails through the course pubic hair before gently manhandling
Money's low hanging balls.
	Jerome kept his eyes glued on the action topside when he saw Kane
lift his mouth off Money's stiff standing rivets, then kissed the young
dealer softly on the lips. Money returned the kiss by tilting his head
sideways and opening his mouth to accept Kane's warm tongue. The action was
so hot and intense that Jerome could feel his own dick starting to pulsate
with desire as he fought the urge to reach down and masturbate.

	Money and Kane kissed like reunited lovers, suckling each other's
lips and tongues as they breathed passionately through their noses. Jerome
heard Money gasp, then felt his body tense as Kane reached his hand down
lower. Unbeknownst to Jerome, Kane had slipped his middle finger into
Money's anus, fingering his tight thug chute while forcing more tongue down
his throat.
	Money's dick pulsed in Jerome's mouth, spewing forth a flavorful
burst of tasty pre-cum which Jerome quickly sucked away greedily. He
couldn't believe these two street thugs were kissing like lovers in front
of him, neither of them looking the types that would mess around sexually
with another man, yet, there they were.

	After a few minutes of sucking, Jerome pulled off of Money's dick
to rest on his heels. That's when he noticed Kane's hand moving back and
forth beneath Money's balls, gently massaging his finger in and out of the
younger man's steamy asshole. Money's dick continued to stand 8 inches
above his crotch, swaying slightly back and forth as he withered beneath
Kane's expert kisses.
	Jerome noticed Kane's dick making a massive tent in his own crotch,
and reached over to free it. Kane made no objections as Jerome pulled the
stiff dick out into the open, then took it into his watering mouth without
being asked. He wrapped his lips around the older dealer's dick head, then
began sucking as he had been taught. Kane moaned softly into Money's mouth
when he felt his own dick being sucked on, shoving his fingers ever deeper
in Money's anal pit. Money squirmed as the digits reached further into his
rectum, tickling his prostate.

"You ready for some pussy, man...?" he whispered into Money's mouth between
kisses, never once removing his tongue while he talked.

"Definitely...!" groaned Money, eager to get his dick inside something.
	Kane made one last oral assault on Money's open mouth, sinking his
tongue as deeply as he could into the oral cavity. Money moaned from the
pit of his stomach as he suckled Kane's thick tongue, attacking it with his
own before Kane finally ripped his oral muscle from his spit swabbed mouth.

"Assume the position, bitch...!" ordered Kane, looking down at Jerome (who
had been nursing silently on his dick).
	Jerome looked up at Kane, then (reluctantly) slid his mouth up off
the drug dealer's dick and stood up. He finished removing his clothes as
Kane and Money got up off of the sofa. "Here, use this..."" offered Kane,
handing Money a bottle of anal lube which he conveniently left beside the
couch.

"Thanks." said Money, taking the lubricant as he began generously smearing
it all over his boned erection.
	Jerome assumed the kneeling position as he climbed up on the sofa
and stuck his ass out like a video hoe.

"Look at that shit...!" instructed Kane, forcibly pulling Jerome's ass
cheeks apart with his bare hands for Money's behalf. Jerome looked back
over his shoulder embarrassingly, feeling completely humiliated as the two
thugs stared down at his open anatomy. "Just LOOK at that..., this bitch
was MADE for fuckin'! If I had a bitch like this in prison, I prolly
would'n've never left!"

"I hear that!" laughed Money, admiring the older man's ass as Kane pulled
the jiggly flesh cheeks aside to pry open the deep hairless crevice hiding
in-between.

"Shit man, stick yur dick in...!" encouraged Kane, "If you don't I will!"
	Money didn't need more invitation than that as he stepped up behind
Jerome and aimed his hard wood up to his hole. Jerome tried not to tense
up, knowing from experience that tension caused pain. He tried relaxing his
body as Money closed the gap between them. He kissed his dick head up
against Jerome's greased anus, then started to push in.

"UUHHHH...!!" grunted the older man, feeling the dick push through him. His
face frowned in painful despair as he grit his teeth to bare the
assault. Sure enough Money continued to press inward, burying more and more
shaft as he sank his thug dick into the older stranger's fat round
bottom. Soon Jerome felt Money's hairy pelvis against his ass cheeks,
indicating that he had the entire shaft sheathed snugly inside the stuffed
rectum.
	Money ground his pelvic bone into his ass cushion, churning his
dick around in his gut. Jerome had to admit the entry wasn't as bad as he
anticipated. Having gotten (somewhat) used to Kane's bigger dick pummeling
his bowels, he was able to relax and accommodate Money's 8" shaft better as
the younger (handsomer) drug dealer began to fuck him.

"Yeah man..., fuck that married bitch's pussy...! Give em ALL of that good
thug dick!" encouraged Kane, watching intently as Money started sliding his
dick back and forth. Jerome held onto the back of Kane's sofa as Money
moved through him, his slick smooth prick seemingly tailor made for
fucking.
	Money held onto Jerome's soft hips, fucking into his upturned ass
as he jabbed his lance in and out of his ripe hole. Kane had indeed taught
Jerome well thought Money, watching his dick sink in and out of the married
man's spread ass. It reminded him of another married man he immensely
enjoyed fucking, --David Smith (from My Woman's Lover), the man his wife
Dedra was engaged to marry before he came along and turned their worlds
upside down. David too had been a virgin, losing his anal virginity to the
(then) 21 year old after being caught fucking his fiancé in his own
bed. David had been livid and tried to beat Money up, but instead received
a whipping which not only established Money as the dominate male, but also
began David's descent into submission after Money butt raped him in front
of his woman (all told in the first chapter). The memories were still fresh
in Money's mind years later...

	Kane stood back and watched the younger man fuck his project bitch
with his permission. In prison he often shared his whores, but not without
a cost. He watched Money's muscled ass move back and forth with every
thrust he made, the tight hairy ass cheeks clinching in and out with every
move as he humped his hips into Jerome's spread backside. Jerome of course
was enjoying the deep dicking (more than he would admit) as he arched his
back for deeper penetrations. He had secretly come to love the anal beat
downs he got at the hands of men like Kane and his friends, allowing them
to use his body (seemingly) against his will. He liked the idea of being
"forced" to submit, enabling him to keep part of his manhood as he didn't
go seeking the anal rapes.
	Kane (of course) knew Jerome loved what he did to him, indeed he
could tell simply by the intense orgasms the married man had every time he
got dicked down in his presence. But beyond that, Kane knew men like Jerome
loved to submit, being forced to give in as their bodies are fucked in ways
no woman could ever compete. Kane knew eventually (ultimately) Jerome would
leave his nagging wife to seek dick permanently on a regular basis, there
was just no way an ass that hungry for dick could ever be completely
satisfied with a woman sleeping next to it every night. But Kane didn't
allow himself to be bogged down with other people's problems, that was
something Jerome, his wife, their kids, and their divorce lawyers would
have to settle in the future. Meanwhile, he had bigger fish to fry as his
eyes focused solely on Money's masculine ass humping enticingly back and
forth before him, causing him to reach down and massage his stiff standing
dick which was now aching for something hot and tight to fuck...

	Money had no idea what Kane had in-stored for him as he fucked into
the married man's ass in front of him. He loved the way his dick felt
sliding through the moist hole, the way Jerome's ass cheeks jiggled and
shook like a real girls' ass when he got fucked. It made him seriously want
to pound him harder, to solidify his place in life as a cumdump for real
men like him and Kane.
	Money positioned his body over Jerome's as he rose one leg up onto
the sofa to probe his dick deeper. Unfortunately this also allowed Kane a
better view of his buried treasure as his own ass cheeks parted upon
withdrawals. Kane got down onto his knees behind Money, staring up at the
ass longingly. He watched Money's buttock hump in and out as he drove his
dick through Jerome's body, his hairy ass crack and tight boy hole
appearing and disappearing from view with each thrust. Kane restrained
himself from attacking the hot looking ass for as long as he could before
finally giving in and burying his face in the younger drug dealer's ass
unexpectedly. Money paused as he thrust his dick into Jerome balls deep and
held himself there, turning his head to see what was going on? Sure enough
he saw Kane with his face buried in his ass, his wet tongue flickering
wildly over his hairy asshole as Kane used his strong fingers to pry the
tight ass cheeks apart.

"Yo man, wussup...?!" laughed Money nervously, trying to wiggle his butt
away from the older dealer without withdrawing from Jerome's luscious ass,
--the ass feeling too good to pull out of. "Hey...! That's EXIT only back
there...!" he joked, trying to squirm away.
	Kane ignored Money's protests as he simply locked his hands around
his hips and pressed his tongue further up in his ass. Eventually Money
began to moan in response, his asshole now a definite source of pleasure
thanks to Pooh. Kane pushed his face as deeply as he could into Money's
backside, stabbing his moist tongue in and out of the thug's hole. He
licked his way up and down the hairy valley, lubing the crevice with gobs
of slick spit as he drenched Money's tight bunghole with saliva.

"Fuck..." groaned Money in Jerome's ear, knowing he was a goner as his dick
remained buried balls deep while his ass was hiked high in the air
invitingly.
	Kane stood up, then reached for the anal lube which he quickly used
to massage Money's back passage. He eased in one finger, then two as he
gently stretched the anal walls to fit the digits. After thoroughly
prepping the manhole, he presented his dick, pressing it firmly up against
the tight bud.

"Shit...!" gasped Money, feeling his fighting sphincter muscles clinch
tightly to avoid entry. But Kane wouldn't take no for an answer as he
gripped Money's waist and pressed harder. For all of 1 minute they remained
at a standoff, with neither man gaining ground. Money's asshole seemed to
lock tight while Kane's dick pressed inward to beat down the sealed
walls. Eventually (inevitably) the anus gave way, allowing the dick to
slowly sink inside.

"AARRHHHH...!!" yelled Money, trying to cope with the invasion.

"Just relax..." instructed Kane, having fucked more than his share of male
asses. "...it'll go easier if you relax...!"

"I'm fuckin' tryin...!" yelled Money, gritting his teeth as Kane pushed
through him. It felt like shitting out a log, except this one was going IN.
	Eventually Kane managed to get over half of his dick in Money's
butt before he started to fuck. Money panted breathlessly like a pregnant
woman in labor in Jerome's ear as he lay across the bottom man's
back. Jerome could feel the growing nudge of Kane's thrusts as he started
to fuck into the man behind him. Was this Kane's intentions all along, to
seduce the handsome drug dealer after he had gotten him distracted by
fucking him?
	Jerome remained bent over the sofa with his fat round girly butt
pressed snugly back in Money groin with Money's dick lodged 8 inches deep
inside his rectum. Each forward thrust Kane made into Money caused Money's
dick to thrust into him, setting the 2 men up for a steady pounding.

	Money kept his eyes closed, trying to deal with the two sensations
happening simultaneously as his dick rocked inside a man's ass while his
own ass was plowed from behind. Kane was the one in control of the pace as
he dictated when and how deep Money's dick bore through Jerome. Jerome
could feel Money's weight on his back as he fucked and got fucked. For
awhile he seemed lost, unable to figure out if he should thrust in or pull
out, for fear of messing up Kane's rhythm. But eventually he began to get
the hang of things as he started to thrust into Jerome just as Kane
withdraw from him, then would change directions and pull back from Jerome
just as Kane trusted into him. The 3 men ran like a well oiled machine as
two fully hard pistons pumped through two totally accepting receptacles.
	Jerome was the first to cum as his forgotten dick swung back and
forth neglectfully between his legs, spurting quarts of cum all over Kane's
girlfriend's couch. He panted breathlessly with Money's face nestled next
to his, the two men practically breathing each other's air. Money felt
Jerome's anal muscles contracting around his embedded dick as he thrust in
and out of the clinching hole. With Kane digging deep in his own rectum, he
fired 9 heaping shots of thick cum directly into Jerome, bathing his bowels
in rich creamy sperm. Kane felt Money's tight hole clamp down on his dick,
then roughly grabbed the younger man up by his chest, pulling his torso
back into him as he forcibly pulled Money's face sideways to steal a heated
kiss. Money gasped out loud as Kane continued fucking through him, picking
up the pace as he drilled his tongue directly into his gaping mouth. Money
managed to suckle the thick oral muscles even while his own dick was still
shooting the last of its load into Jerome. Jerome could feel Kane's fuck
thrust increase as he plowed Money harder, driving his dick ever
deeper. Then with a mighty roar, he pulled his mouth away from Money's and
screamed as the cum suddenly ripped from his aching balls and fired well
deep inside Money's pulsating anal track.

"AARRRRHHHHHHHHHH FUCK...!!" he yelled as he came, holding Money in a death
grip as he filled his body full of cum.
	The 3 men fell forward on the couch, with Jerome being crushed
under the weight of 2 men. He peeked up from the sofa cushions to see Kane
and Money still kissing, still sharing an intimate moment as they all
drained their balls inside each other. "Damn..., that was HOT!" smiled
Kane, finally pulling out of Money's sore ass. "I guess with Pooh gone, yur
gonna be needin' someone to fill that hole for you on a regular basis,
eh...?" he inquired, bidding for the position.

"I wouldn't BET on it!" said Money wearily, unsure he wanted his ass fucked
regularly.

"Well..., just think of ME when the mood strikes, is all I ask...!" stated
Kane, patting Money's bottom.
	Money pulled his softened dick from Jerome's cum buttered anus and
stepped back as the older man stood up from the sofa.

"Yur work here's DONE, bitch...! You can go now!" ordered Kane heartlessly,
sending Jerome on his way. When Jerome reached for his clothes and began to
get dressed, Kane became livid and grabbed him roughly by the arms and
quickly escorted him to the front door. "I said beat it bitch! NOW!!" he
yelled, shoving Jerome out into the hallway naked.
	Jerome was stunned as Kane threw his clothes and shoes out into the
hall with him, then rudely slammed the door in his face. Jerome meekly bent
down to retrieve his belongings (with Money's warm cum dribbling from his
ravished anus) when he suddenly saw Kane's neighbor's door down the hall
open. He was scrabbling to cover his nakedness when his 15 year old son
(Jerome Junior) stepped out of a neighbor's apartment with his best friend
(Todd). The two teens stopped cold in their tracks as they stared at the
naked married father of two ...

"Hey..., ain't that your dad...?" inquired Todd, breaking the awkward
silence as Jerome Sr turned his back on the teen boys to squeeze into his
pants. "And is that skeet runnin' down the backs of his legs...?!" he
questioned as Jerome Jr began to get angry at his father's weakness...
	Jerome Sr pulled his pants up over his ass, but not before the two
teen boys got an eyeful of his bare bottom...

"Son..." he said as he turned back around to face the problem. "...please
son..., please don't tell anyone what you just saw...! Can we keep this
between the 3 of us...?" he pleaded, hoping the boys would have a heart as
he fastened his pants.
	Junior paused as he thought about it in silence...

"Why...? What's IN IT for us...?" asked his best friend Todd, unexpectedly.
	Jerome was shocked as he considered what the boys might want...?
Favors...? Money...? Video games...? To borrow his car...?

"What do you boys want...?" he asked curiously, as he pulled on his shirt.
	Jerome watch as Todd pulled his son aside for a barter
conference. He could see them whispering as his mind began to run wild with
possibilities. Could they want drugs...? Weed? Alcohol...? Jerome wasn't
sure if he would be comfortable buying his son anything illegal, what kind
of father would that make him...?
	After a brief deliberation, the two boys retook their places in
front of Junior's dad...

"I'm tired of being a virgin..." announced Todd, catching Jerome by
surprise.
	Was the kids asking him to hired them a hooker...? "...but my mom
always warns me of getting some girl pregnant...! I want YOU to teach me
how to fuck a girl!"

"Me too!" chimed in Junior.

"Teach you...?" asked Jerome, lost... "How...?"

"By letting us fuck YOU!" said Todd without hesitation.
	Jerome was flabbergasted as the boys looked at him for his answer.

"Surely you can't be serious...!" he said, beside himself.

"Why not...?" asked Todd, boldly. "You obviously let Kane fuck you...,
judging from all the skeet leaking from your asshole...!"
	Jerome blushed crimson red as the 15 year old pulled his card from
the deck. "So what about it, mr Taylor...?" asked the kid, brazenly. "You
gonna give us some ass..., or do we tell Junior's mom what we just saw...?"

"Okay...! Okay...!" said Jerome, being blackmailed by teenagers (one of
them his own SON).  "I'll DO it..., --but nobody can know about it...!" he
reasoned.

"HOT DAMN!" cheered the boys, their dicks already starting to tent their
crotches as the high fived each other for besting in negotiations.

"I MEAN it Junior...!" said Jerome sternly, catching both boys
attentions. "And I mean NO one!"

"Okay dad..." said the teen, agreeing to whatever his father said.
	Jerome made preparations to meet the boys the next day at Todd's
mom's apartment after she left for work. The boys would have to hooky
school, and Jerome hooky work for their plan to work. The boys beamed with
pride, for tomorrow they would finally lose their virginities..., while
Jerome worried what would become of him if anyone ever found out he let two
under-aged boys fuck him...?

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Eugene Marvin (aka)
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