Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2010 09:11:39 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: roswell heights-19 [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.] _______________________________________________________________________ ROSWELL HEIGHTS-19 Straight Seduction Pt-1 UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL/University city 34 year old Dedra Wright lay in her hospital bed, after being shot by gunmen on a busy street corner in West Philly some nights ago (`The Precinct' chap-35, pt-2). Her prognosis was listed as good, as she only suffered a shoulder wound. However being several months pregnant, doctors kept her for observation while they ran tests on the unborn fetus, finding it too in good health. Her husband 24 year old DeWayne Nelson Wright (otherwise known as D-Money), came to visit her daily, bringing her flowers, stuffed animals, gifts, cards, candy, etc., feeling guilty about having his wife and unborn child in harms' way. His worries was not wasted on his employer Divine Graham (aka The Black Widow), as she noticed his mood swings and lack of concentration shortly thereafter. She pulled Money aside, informing him her own reservations of having a pregnant woman in such a hostile environment. "I would HATE to see anything truly bad happen to Dedra, OR your unborn baby as a result of retaliation against one of us from some rival group..." said the Widow (one day while they were alone in her fabulously inherited home in West Philly). "...Dedra and the baby means too much to me to see anything happen to them...! And I KNOW it would kill you if it did..." "I..." started Money, losing his voice at the thought of losing his wife and child in death. "...I..., don't know WHAT I'd do...!" "That's why I think we should send them away..." said the Widow, sincerely. "...to someplace where she could relax during the last months of her pregnancy without fear or worry that someone might come gunning for her...!" "Send her away...?" asked Money, unclear on his boss's request. "Where...?" "I don't know..., --New Jersey...? Down south...? Up north...? Does she have family...? Maybe she could stay with THEM until we've had a chance to finish setting up operations here...?!" suggested Widow. "You know, with all the Underground Syndicate meetings we have coming up with our Heads Of State..., it really wouldn't be a place for a woman in HER condition...!" reminded Widow, giving Money pause for thought. "We could send her to visit family..., --with plenty of money for expenses of course..., then you could fly out to visit when she gets near her delivery date..., and move out with her once our business is complete...! How does that sound...?" "It definitely sounds reasonable..." said Money, taking Widow's advice to heart. "ah..., but WILL Dedra go for it...?" questioned the Widow, thoughtfully. "She's HAVE to..." said Money, thinking of how he felt when he say his wife lying in the street bleeding. "...I couldn't live through another experience like that...! I was ready to KILL Tempest for sending those gunmen our way...!" "Not to worry..." assured the Widow, "...I've already taken care of it...!" Pt-2 D-Money stepped into his wife's hospital room, carrying a huge bouquet of flowers (her favorites). "Hey baby..." he said, stepping into the single occupancy. "...you up...?" "I'm up..." smiled Dedra (sitting up in bed), always happy to see her younger husband. "...and ready to get the heck out of here...! When did the doctor say I could be discharged...?" Money KNEW he should have bought her chocolates, chocolates always calmed her when he had bad news... "I wanted to talk to you bout that..." he said, looking serious. "...but first..." he added, pulling the door open wider. "...you have visitors...!" Dedra watched wide eyed excited as she anticipated WHO might be coming to visit? Being astringed from her family, she couldn't think of who else might be interested in seeing her? When she finally saw who her `visitors' were, she broke into a huge grin... "David...!" she called out loud, disbelieving her own eyes (Davis Smith was Dedra fiancé in the `My Woman's Lover' series, in the bisexual/authoritarian section of Nifty.org). "What're YOU doing here...?" "Money called us..." said David, stepping into the room. "...he knew we'd be worried about you...!" "We...?" asked Dedra, curiously. "Yeah..." said David, stepping aside as his son walked in. "KEVIN...!!" cried Dedra, having not seen David's son in years. She held her arms open for him as he walked across the room and gave her a big hug. "Damn..., LOOK at you..." she said, wiping the tears from her eyes after breaking apart. "...you've grown so much since the last time I saw you...! How OLD are you now...?" "18!" said the teenager, proudly. "18...?! MY...how time flies...!" sighed Dedra. "So..., what're you doing here in Philly...? Visiting your dad...?" "Kevin's been living with me for the past year...!" said David, intervening. Dedra looked shocked, knowing David's controversial lifestyle... "Living WITH you...?" she questioned, knowing all about Dan Edwards. "What about...DAN...?" she asked, not sure if Kevin knew of their relationship...? "Dan moved out when Kevin moved in...!" explained David, leaving out a good chunk of story. "Yeah..., and it's been great too..." said Kevin, jumping in. "...but I'm leaving for school at Jeremiah University in the fall..., I'm wondering how dad will handle living alone while I'm gone...!" "Knowing YOUR dad..." said Dedra, coyly. "...I'm sure he'll find a way...!" "How's the baby doin...?" asked Money, changing the subject, sensing the air turning tense. Dedra looked down and rubbed her growing belly... "Doctor says he's good..." she said, glancing up into the father's eyes. "HE'S...?" asked Money, not knowing the baby's sex. Dedra nodded, happily. "I KNEW IT...!" shouted Money with proud enthusiasm. "I KNEW my sperm would'n spawn no girls!" he stated confidently, as if he had no doubt. "Whatever!" frowned Dedra, having wanted a girl. "That's gonna be one tough lil' homboi inner...!" he said, gently rubbing his wife's stomach. Dedra slapped his hand away... "I'm not finished making this baby yet..." she stated, pulling the covers up under her chin. "...I still have to change its sex if I concentrate hard enough...!" "Don't even TRY it...!" threatened Money playfully, balling his fist at her. "You sure are in awfully good spirits for someone who'd just been shot...!" reminded David, believing violence no laughing matter. "Well..." said Dedra, catching his serious tone as she looked down at the bandages on her arm. "...I guess I'm lucky..., the bullet passed straight through me without doing any permanent damage!" "Luck had nothing to do with it..." said David. "...you were blessed! What kind of maniac shoots in a street full of innocent bystanders and a pregnant woman...?" "Tempest Williams, that's who!" said Money, still fuming at the idea of losing his wife. "We believe he was aiming at me and Widow..." "Widow...?" asked David, curiously. "The Black Widow..., Pooh's wife...!" explained Money. "It's a long story..., needless to say..., Dee got caught in the crossfire...!" "Hazards of the job, I guess...!" laughed Dedra, getting a morbid look from David who couldn't believe his ex-fiancé would rather live life dangerously on the edge with a known criminal than be his devoted wife (Dedra left David for D-Money after having an affair, --`My Woman's Lover'). "We don't have to worry bout him no more, though..." assured Money, "...Widow popped him good after he tried to strangle her to death...! Tempest's threats are a thing of the past!" "Strangle...??!" asked David, flabbergasted. "Is she okay...?" asked Dedra, concerned for Divine's mental health. "As good as can be expected..." said Money, having worked closely with the Widow for days. "...thing've got real hectic what with Tempest's turf bein' up for grabs...! But we've gotta good plan to keep the upper hand over the Syndicate...!" "What are you planning..." asked Dedra, curiously. "...wiping them all out with a bomb or something...? Cause not ONE of those chauvinistic male asshole's are going to want to answer to a girl...!" "Do you HEAR yourselves...??" asked David in disbelief, getting an odd look from the couple. "You talk about killings, murders, strangulations, drug turfs, bombs, and syndicates as if its everyday life! You're becoming parents...! This is NO LIFE to be bringing children up in!" "David's rite..." agreed Money, conceding to the older man's way of thinking. "...we can't bring lil-Money up around all this mess! We need a SAFE environment for him to grow up in...! Someplace where you don't have to worry about gunmen comin' in and tryin'a kill us...!" Dedra hunched her shoulder... "Where are we supposed to find a place like that...?" she asked. Money looked over at David. Dedra followed his eyes..., slowly realizing what he was getting at... "No..." she said to herself out loud, not liking the idea... "...you don't mean what I think you mean...?" "DAVID is out best bet at the moment...!" reasoned Money, thinking of the baby. "He's not involved in any of this shit...! HE can provide a safe environment...!" "So..., let's go TOGETHER...!" suggested Dedra, not wanting to break up her family. "I...can't...!" said Money, almost regrettably. "I can't just walk out and leave Widow hangin like that...! We have a good shot at becomin' major playas here now that Pooh AND Tempest'r both out of the way...!" he added, ambitiously. "Do you hear youself...?" asked Dedra, getting upset. "Now that POOH is `out of the way...?' Pooh was your friend...!" "Pooh was the man we were runnin' from for almost a year!" argued Money. "A year in which we became closer..., got married..., and decided to have a baby!" countered Dedra. Money knew she was pulling at his heart strings... "But I have a chance to MAKE somethin' out of this...! I can't just walk away from this empty handed...! We've gotta real good chance at takin' this all the way to the bank!" "OR until the NEXT upstart decides to knock YOU TWO off!" argued Dedra. "And what am I supposed to do while I'm staying with David...? Wait for you and raise our son alone...?!" "It won't be for long..." said Money, trying to be reassuring. "...only..." "Only what...? Only a couple of months...? A couple of years...? Only until we get on our feet...? Since when did I marry you for money...? If I wanted money I would've..." "Stayed with me...?" asked David curiously, cutting into the conversation. Dedra and Money looked at him, knowing the history they all shared... "That's not what I was going to say..." she said guiltily, trying to save face. "It's okay..." said David. "...I understand where we were at the time..., believe me, I've given it a lot of thought in the years...!" "So what are you saying...?" asked Dedra, curiously. "I'm saying..." said David, sympathetically. "...I understand..., and you're welcomed to stay with me and my son for as long as you need to, Dee..., --we're family!" Pt-3 SOUTH PHILLY 46 year old Julio Espisedo worried about the fate of his Father's Against Drugs organization (F.A.D.), after being caught (red handed) with his cock up the ass of a young black drug dealer by one of his group members. Julio had built his organization on the memory of his dead son (who had fallen victim to street violence), hoping to spare other fathers from the pain of losing their own child. For years he ran his group honorably, helping scores of men from losing their sons to the war on drugs, and for those who did, he was there with support as one who lived the anguish firsthand. Now however, after years of being known as an honest man, he was being billed a child molester (something he's recently had to own up to after fucking a 17 year old neighborhood boy). Anyone who would have heard such claims against the man (who had spent so many years helping the community) would not have believed it. But Julio was more concerned about what the rumors would do to his son's legacy, than how it might tarnish his own personal reputation. He didn't want people hearing about F.A.D. and thinking negatively about its purposes. But while Julio kicked himself for not being stronger and allowing himself to be sucked into fucking a 17 year old, Kaleb (the boy in question) had other ideas... Kaleb wandered the neighborhood, looking for the residence of mister Oscar Moses. Oscar Moses was a 37 year old married man and father, legally separated from his astringed wife kids. Oscar worked as a fry cook, living a mild mediocre life as a newly single man. Getting home (late and tired) from work, he kicked off his work boots before finding a beer in the fridge and flopping down in the nearest comfortable chair at his disposal. Turning the beer can up to his lips, he guzzled a good 3rd of it before turning on the television to entertain himself. Immediately he tuned into ESPN, and started catching up on the sports scores. He was just getting into the scores when he got a knock at the front door. Not expecting any company, he put his beer can down on the coffee table and made his way to the door. Opening it, he was floored to find Julio Espisedo's teenage lover standing on his front stoop. "Mister Moses...?" said the teen, respectfully. Oscar Moses frowned as he stood his massive 6'3" 185 lbs frame in the doorway. "Whatever you're sellin' kid..., I ain't buyin...!" he said, slamming the door in the boy's face. Kaleb knocked again, persistently... "WHAT...??!" yelled Oscar, eager to get back in his easy chair. "Can I talk to you mister Moses...? Please...??" asked Kaleb, wanting to clear the air. "I TOLD you..., I ain't interested...!" responded Oscar, getting ready to slam the door once again. "Hold it...!" shouted Kaleb, sticking his foot in the door. Oscar pulled the door open wide, prepared to physically remove the neighborhood nuisance from his steps when Kaleb suddenly pulled a gun from the back of his waistband. Oscar froze when he found himself staring down the barrel of the gun. "Get inside...!" ordered the boy, forcing his way in. Oscar threw his hands up, backing into the house... "That's not necessary..." he said, trying to calm the situation. "I TRIED talking to you man to man..., but you just wanted to be mean...! NOW you'll HAVE to listen...!" yelled the boy, closing and locking the front door behind him. Forcing Oscar back into the house, he ordered him to sit down in front of the television set. Turning off the tube, Kaleb tried to explain that Julio Espisedo was not responsible for what happened that night. He tried to explain that Julio had been trying to get him to stop selling drugs, when something happened and they became physically involved. It was totally innocent, and completely consensual. But Oscar wasn't trying to hear Kaleb's explanations. He had been appalled to walk in and find Julio balls deep in the black boy's bowels, butt fucking him in the name of Fathers. He threatened to tell group members what he saw upon the next full meeting, letting them judge rather or not what Julio did was inappropriate or not? Kaleb got so angry when he realized Oscar didn't care that he was about to completely ruin a man's life's work and reputation on something that didn't even concern him. He seemed determined to ruin Julio's reputation rather it was consensual or not. This pissed Kaleb off even more as he forced Oscar into one of his dining room chairs, then made him place his hands behind the back opening where he duck taped his wrists and ankles to the wood. Oscar struggled to free himself, but found the duck tape more than sufficient means of binding. Once Kaleb had him securely bound, he placed the gun on the dining room table and paced the floor. It was obvious that Oscar Moses wasn't going to change his mind, but he HAD to be stopped somehow. Suddenly Kaleb got an idea, and he got down on his knees between Oscar's legs and began unfastening his pants... "Get off of me...! What the fuck'r you doing...??" asked the father of 3, watching as the 17 year old unzipped and unfastened his pants, then reached in and freed his soft but fat dick. "You can't snitch on Julio..." said Kaleb, looking up into the older man's face. "...without snitching on yourself!" he concluded, before dropping his head in the straight man's lap. "NO!" yelled Oscar, fighting harder to get free. "Don't...! You're crazy! You can't do this to me...!" Kaleb ignored the man's pleas and protests as he took his fat soft penis in his mouth and began sucking. Oscar felt the warm mouth encase him, and fought to keep from getting an erection. He pulled at the tape holding him in place, using his strength to try to break free. But Kaleb had wrapped the tape tightly, forcing him to submit as he suckled the soft pud in his mouth. Slowly (reluctantly) Oscar's dick started to harden, swelling against his own will as the effects of the boy's warm wet mouth began to take its toll. Oscar hated that he couldn't control his own dick, hating that it was so easily manipulated despite the mouth belonging to a boy instead of a girl. Kaleb felt the dick growing fatter and longer in his mouth, growing to full mast as he sluttishly ran his mouth up and down the (now) rock hard shaft. Oscar struggled less and less as the sucking began to get his attention. Forgetting that he was supposed to be turned off by Kaleb's sex, he found himself really starting to enjoy being sucked on, as it had been quite awhile since he'd had sexual relations with a female of any kind. Kaleb pulled back to get a good look at Oscar's fat dick. It stood a good 8.5" straight up from his groin, wet with his own spit as it awaited more attention. Kaleb was impressed by the man's thick fat penis as he leaned in and retook it in his mouth, sucking his way down the shaft until he buried his face in the man's crotch. "OOOoooh..." moaned Oscar, giving up completely as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm throat enveloping his hardon. Kaleb held the dick in his throat for a few seconds before slowly retreating, dragging his soft lips back up the wet shaft to suck lovingly on the full sized head. "I don't see what breakin into my house and forcibly suckin my dick's got to do with me not speakin out against what I saw happenin at Julio's house...!" said Oscar, looking back down at Kaleb. Kaleb thought for a minute, realizing Oscar was right. How would a forced blow job compare to Julio butt fucking him on the sofa? Kaleb stood up in front of Oscar (abandoning the older man's hardon). Oscar looked confused as he wondered what Kaleb was up to? Did he piss the boy off further...? Wasn't he going to finish giving him some more of that good head? Oscar's eyes widened with realization when he saw Kaleb beginning to undress. The teen boy stripped naked in front of him, stripping down to only his white socks. Then Kaleb got back down on the floor and sucked Oscar's dick back into erection. It only took a few minutes before he had the fat dick back up to its full 8.5 inches, sopping wet with his spit and ready for fucking. Kaleb then stood up and straddled Oscar's waist, aligning his fat dick up with his asshole. "You're crazy...! Get off me..! You can't make me fuck you...!" protested the straight man, as Kaleb spit into his palm and smeared it over his puckered hole before easing down on the dick. Kaleb felt the dick head press into his ass, then slowly sink into his body as he slowly sat down on it. "Noooooo..." moaned Oscar, as the asshole sank down all around him, encasing him in tight, soft, warm, wetness. Kaleb buried his ass in Oscar's lap, forcing the entire shaft up his butt. Slowly he ground his ass cheeks around in the older man's lap, making sure he had every inch inside him before finally rising and lowering his buttock up and down on his pole. Oscar squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the fact that his dick was balls deep up some boy's shit chute. He tried not to like the feeling of the tight asshole sliding up and down his shaft, but couldn't help getting excited as the constant friction started to pull the lust straight out of him. A fan of female pussy for years, he was surprised that Kaleb's asshole could manage his big dick. He had toyed with the idea of butt fucking women for years, but could never find a delicate way to approach his wife about venturing into the kinkier side of sex. Now he found his dick rock hard and sliding in and out of some teen drug dealer's ass, and he found himself caring less and less. While Kaleb had control by right of bondage, Oscar found himself beginning to participate by thrusting up into the boy's ass on Kaleb's down stroke. Kaleb was pleasantly surprised when he felt the older man beginning to fuck him, causing his dick to force through his gripping anal ring deeper as he sought deeper access into his bowels. Kaleb was facing Oscar, and could see the man fighting against the conflicting feeling warring around in his brain. As a straight man essentially getting dick raped by a teen boy, Oscar had a hard time consenting to the situation, but his dick and body was loving what was happening to him, forcing his brain to give in despite his original stand against homosexuality. He continued to keep his eyes shut tight as the boy fucked his ass up and down on his dick. He ignored the kid's hardon rubbing against his pot belly, smearing pre-cum against his skin. He could actually feel the boy's balls on his gut, rubbing against him every time the boy rose and descended on his dick. But despite all that, Oscar Moses' dick remained brick hard, standing at complete attention as it appeared and disappeared in and out of Kaleb's underage asshole. He was just beginning to get into the sweet ass fuck, when he felt Kaleb quickly pull off and dismount him... `What the fuck...' –he thought to himself as his eyes sprung open curiously. He watched as Kaleb turned around (his back to him, then placed his round perfectly shaped ass cheeks over his hardon and slowly sat back down on it. "Oooooh gud..." moaned Oscar, feeling Kaleb's asshole swallow him whole. Kaleb sat all the way down on the rigid dick, then leaned forward (until the palms of his hands touched the hardwood floors) and began lifting and lowering his ass up and down Oscar's prod. "SHIT...!" cursed the older man as he watched the ass pound up and down his dick, the perfect cheeks expertly parted as they slid easily up and down the dark rock hard shaft. Kaleb knew the man was watching his own dick disappear up his backside. He gave him a good show, knowing he would hate himself even more later for enjoying it so much. Kaleb pounded his ass down on Oscar's 8.5" prod, slamming the cheeks into the older man's lap with loud hard slapping sounds. "Fuck boy...!" responded Oscar, unable to control himself. He wanted (desperately) to reach out and grab the boy's ass, to hold it in his huge hands and squeeze it, giving it the fucking it deserved. But with his hands still secured behind his back, there was nothing he could do but sit there and watch his dick get fucked by the experienced teen ass. Kaleb hammered his ass down in Oscar's lap for well over 5 minutes, loving the way the fat dick felt inside his anal guts. But after awhile, he rose upright, then leaned his back against the older man's chest, his ass cheeks nestled deeply in Oscar's lap. Kaleb leaned back against Oscar, churning his ass around in his groin. Oscar could feel his dick moving around in the boy's gut, as Kaleb nestled his face up against his neck and moaned. Oscar tilted his head away from Kaleb, fearing the boy might try to kiss him. As good as his ass felt wrapped around his dick, he had to draw the line at kissing. Kaleb resumed fucking, rising and falling his ass on Oscar's thick dick. Oscar resumed fucking as well, lifting his own ass out of the chair with every upward stroke, spearing his hardon ever deeper in Kaleb's gut. Soon they were back to fucking like a well oiled machine, moving together in complete harmony as if they had been practicing for years. Oscar found himself breathing harder, feeling his body getting closer to climax. The hotter he got, the less cautious he got, allowing Kaleb to kiss his cheeks and jaw line with sluttish affection. Kaleb reached down and began stroking his own 7" hardon, feeling his own climax on the way. He milked his own dick as he rode Oscar's, lifting and lowering his ass faster and faster as Oscar fucked up into him. "I'm getting close..." moaned Kaleb as he backed back against Oscar's thrusts. "Me too..." whispered the older man, well on his way to orgasm. Kaleb took that opportunity to kiss Oscar on the lips, surprising the older man. But this time Oscar didn't pull away, he gave in as he allowed Kaleb's lips to seal against his own. "Oh god...!" groaned Kaleb, coming at the very moment. His body dick throbbed in his stroking hand as the cum suddenly shot from its flaring head, spurting white streaks of creamy cum straight up against his panting chest and stomach. Oscar heard Kaleb panting as he came, and took that moment to shove his tongue into the coming boy's mouth. Kaleb suckled the man's wet oral muscle as he continued to ride his dick. Just then Oscar's body stiffened, just as his dick swelled and began spitting thick hot gobs of copious cum directly into Kaleb's hungry asshole. Both men panted breathlessly as they came, breathing in each other's mouths as they continued to openly kiss. Kaleb stopped moving as he sat in Oscar's lap, still kissing the (now affection) straight man's lip. Oscar's dick stayed hard in his ass for several minutes, pumping out the very last of his load before slowly shrinking and deflating. Once soft, Kaleb pulled off, causing the pud to fall from his ass. To Oscar's further surprise, Kaleb spun around and sucked his dick clean, sucking off whatever remnants was left behind. After cleaning, Kaleb got up and began to dress, as Oscar's soft dick lay limply in his lap. "So what now...?" asked the older man curiously, wondering what Kaleb planned to do next? "Now...?" asked the teenager, slipping into his pants and shoes. "Now I go home..." he said, slipping on his shirt. "...and YOU keep your mouth shut about what you saw at Julio's...!" "And if I don't...?" asked Oscar, wanting to be clear on the rules. "Then I'll have to admit that Julio wasn't the only F.A.D. member fucking me that night...!" promised Kaleb. Oscar knew he should have been mad that he was being blackmailed by the punk kid, but he couldn't find it in himself to get angry at someone who could make his dick feel so good... "And..." he said, wondering just how far he could keep this ball rolling? "...what happens IF I keep quiet...?" Kaleb looked confused. "Will you come back here and fuck me some more...?" "Only if you want me to..." smiled Kaleb, tucking the gun back in his waistband. "I'll leave the door unlocked..." smiled Oscar, lustfully... ______________________________ Written by: Eugene Marvin [aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com Hit me up at the address above with questions, comments, and suggestions. Or join me on Facebook.com for quicker updates on what I may be working on next.