Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2010 10:33:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: roswell heights-20

[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-20
Hero's End


	6'4", 20 year old Calvin Goodman found himself naked in a cheap
roadside motel, foaming at the mouth as he lay back on the lumpy wet motel
mattress gasping for his last breaths.


	He was a boy who once had the world at his fingertips. With a full
sports scholarship to Jeremiah University in Maryland, he had the envy of
almost every inner city kid who wanted to become a pro NBA player. However,
Calvin took a wrong turn when he got addicted to drugs, dropped out of
school (after losing his grade point average) and moved back home with his
single mother.
	From there life continued to get worse as Calvin (in denial about
his addiction) began to steal for his habit. His mother would come home to
find her television missing, her DVD and CD players, her jewelry, money,
clothes, anything Calvin could peddle to finance his habits. When his
mother finally had enough, she kicked him out, hoping the sobering reality
of homelessness would wake him up. However, Calvin's former claim to fame
helped continue his love affair with drugs awhile longer. Drug dealers
(knowing Calvin's basketball history) made deals with the former
neighborhood celebrity by allowing him to perform trade for drugs. Calvin
sucked dick in crack houses, in project basements, in the weeds behind
Roswell Heights, in cars, even on the sidewalk late one night when a dealer
wanted to know just how far he would go for a hit.


	Calvin had offered him head for a simple sample of Sextasy. The
dealer (20 year old MarliQ Johnson) could easily see the desperation on
Calvin's drugged out face. He rubbed his crotch as he looked up and down
the empty street both ways at 2:30am, and told Calvin if he wanted to suck
his dick, he'd have to do it right there in the open. Calvin swallowed
nervously as he looked about the street. It was a residential neighborhood
and anyone could easily walk up on them, or simply look out a window and
see him on his knees in front of another guy, sucking him off. Calvin's
reputation as a great basketball player meant the world to him, despite the
tarnish of his drug rep, a dick sucking rep would be hella-hard to live
down.
	Throwing caution to the wind, Calvin got down on his knees and
opened MarliQ's pants. The 20 year old's dick was already rock hard when
Calvin pulled it out into the open. Having sucked a myriad of dicks
already, he knew the best way to make one cum was to suck relentlessly
non-stop. Taking one more look around for good measure, he took MarliQ's
fat dick in his mouth and started sucking. MarliQ leaned his back against
someone's parked car while Calvin sucked and slobbered over the length of
his solid manhood. It was a completely thrill getting his dick sucked
outside in the open, on a popular street which would be teeming with people
in the coming hours. He lifted his oversized jersey (exposing his pudgy
belly) as he looked down and watched the once great athlete suck his dick
like a crack whore.
	For 10 minutes Calvin frantically sucked MarliQ, making loud
suck/slurping noises as he labored hard to make the dealer cum. However
during the course of the act, a car slowly drew closer down the street (a
sure indication that someone was looking for drugs). MarliQ simply pushed
Calvin off his dick, then walked around to the side of the parked car he'd
been leaning against, and over to where the newly double parked car had
stopped. With his big hard wet dick still hanging fully engorged outside of
his pants, he walked up to the passenger's side window and made a quick
exchange of words with the driver. Calvin watched through the parked car's
windows as MarliQ reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a
substance. Handing it off, he received his money, then turned around and
walked back to where Calvin awaited, while the car continued on down the
block.


"Sorry bout dat..." said the dealer, resuming his place against the parked
car. "...business is business...! Now where were we...?" he asked, his dick
losing none of its stiffness.
	Calvin simply leaned forward and stretched his mouth over the
MarliQ's thick 9" dick, taking it back into his mouth where he quickly
resumed his frantic sucking. It only took another 5 full uninterrupted
minutes of constant stroking with his wet watery mouth, before Calvin was
rewarded with a big blast of warm cum which rocketed into his mouth,
painting his tongue and throat with a clear salty fluid.
	Calvin swallowed MarliQ's load (as most men wanted their cum ate),
then stood up and demanded his drugs. MarliQ reached into his pocket and
pulled out a vale of Sext', and handed it off. "It was well worth it,
homs...!" he compliments, tucking his spent satisfied dick back into his
pants as Calvin Goodman simply walked away.


	Another experience happened one cool rainy late morning while
Calvin was wandering the streets. He had tried breaking into his mother's
house to steal whatever he could to sell on the streets for more drugs
while she was at work, but his mother had installed a security alarm,
causing a loud alarm to ring as soon as he broke her back window.
	Jonzing for a hit, he walked the streets looking for familiar faces
(other druggies) who owed him favors. Kane had just drove up to the front
of the project building where he lived, when he spotted Calvin walking down
the sidewalk. "Yo..., sup Cal...?" he asked, reading the boy's body
language as he hunched his shoulders over with his head ducked low to
escape the inevitable rain. "What you up to...?"


"Kane..." said Calvin, seeing opportunity as he briskly walked over to the
34 year old ex-convict.
	Kane slammed his car door, then hit the security locks and alarm as
he casually walked around and headed up the building's front
entrance. "...uh..., can I...can I ask you a question man...?"


"Sho..." answered Kane, stopping briefly. "...wussup?"
	Calvin looked around nervously, feeling as if he were making a deal
with the devil...


"I was, uh..." he hesitated, fidgeting with his sleeves as he eyeballed
Kane's diamond ring, gold watch, and Sean Combs sweat-suit. "...I was
wonderin' if you'd let me get a couple of hits onna `I'...?"

"I.O.U.?" asked Kane with a chuckle. "You kiddin' right...? What kinda
money you got comin' in that you can pay me lata...? What day you get paid
on from your non-existin' JOB that I can expect my money...? What you got
to offer that I would even consider givin' yo ass an I.O.U...?"
	Calvin looked hurt...


"I can give you head..." offered the druggie, having sucked Kane's dick
before (chap-9).
	Kane laughed...


"That was the WORSE head I EVER had, hommie...!" he said, walking off. "YOU
should'a been payin' ME to suck my dick! I think I'll pass!"


"Hold on...!" called Calvin, desperately. "What else you want...? I'll do
anything...!"
	Kane stopped in his tracks...


"Anything...?" he asked, turning around. "You ever been butt fucked...?" he
inquired, bluntly.
	Calvin looked horrified...


"No!" he stated honestly, sounding like he was dead set against it.


"Okay..." said Kane, turning back around and heading for the entrance.


"Wait..." called Calvin, watching opportunity walk away. "...is THAT what
you want...?" he asked, following Kane midway up the walk.
	Kane turned around...


"Look..." he said, angrily. "...I'm gettin my tracksuit wet standin' out
here wastin' time with you...! If you want me to give you a freebee...,
then you need to get yur ass upstairs to my apartment and give up that
virgin ass..., otherwise stop wasitin' my fuckin' time!"
	With that, Kane left, walking into Building-A. Calvin thought over
giving up his anal virginity all of 5 seconds, before running up the walk
and into the building behind him.
	Catching Kane by the elevators, he stood in the lobby soaking
wet...


"Okay." Was all he said, offering up his ass.


	Kane took Calvin up to his apartment, then locked him
inside. Calvin looked around at all of Kane's nice furnishings and
electronics as if visiting a museum. "Don't EVEN get any ideas..." warned
Kane, reading Calvin's mind as he cased the joint. "...if I find ONE THING
missin' after I fuck that ass..., I'll find you and put a fuckin' bullet in
it!"
	Calvin looked busted as he forced thoughts of stealing from Kane
out of his head. "Get yur ass inna shower..." requested Kane, throwing
Calvin a towel and a washrag from the hall closet. "...I ain't fuckin' you
til you wash you crack ass real good...!"
	Calvin meekly took the items and headed for the bathroom. "And use
HOT water...!" yelled Kane, considering offering him bleach as
well. "Yo..., Mya's got some sorta douche bag in there hangin' up ova the
showerhead..., use that shyt on yur ass too...!" ordered the drug dealer.


	Calvin did exactly as Kane suggested; using piping hot water to
cleanse with, as well as Mya's (Kane's former live-in girlfriend and mother
to his 2 kids) douche bag to clean his rectum. After about a half hour in
the shower, he came out with nothing but his dirty clothes and a
towel. Kane relaxed back on the sofa, completely naked, smoking weed, and
watching a homemade porn of him and his babies momma.
	Calvin could hear the woman's voice over the surround sound
speakers as Kane roughly shoved her head down in his lap, forcing her to
swallow dick. "Get yur ass in here, bitch...!" ordered Kane, taking a deep
puff as he spread his legs in anticipation of one of Calvin's horrible blow
jobs. "Get my dick hard...!" he commanded, as Calvin dropped his clothes on
the floor and walked around the sofa to kneel before Kane.
	Picking Kane's semi-hard dick up off his thigh, Calvin aimed it up
to his mouth and went down on it. Kane settled back comfortably as he
continued to watch his girl give him head while feeling Calvin's mouth on
his dick. It almost felt like his girl was still there, satisfying his
every need, except Calvin wasn't as skilled as she was. Mya had years of
advanced practice, having sucked and fucked Kane's dick as his #1
bitch. Til this day he still fucks her occasionally, going over her
mother's house under the pretence to see his kids, only to let loose in her
pussy when her mother was distracted by watching the children so they could
`talk' in private. Mya had hopes that she and the girls might someday move
back in with Kane (having forgiven his extracurricular activities with
men), but Kane had gotten used to living alone, and enjoyed the sex
sessions he had with other guys too much to let his ex-girlfriend and a
couple of kids ruin it. He would continue to support them (handing her cash
a few times a month when it became available), but living together again
wasn't going to happen anytime soon.


	Calvin sucked on Kane's dick for less than 10 minutes, getting it
hard and wet with his very own saliva before Kane finally pulled him up on
his feet. "Lemme look at that ass..." he said, turning Calvin
around. Calvin watched Kane's girlfriend moan around his pulsating dick as
Kane filled her mouth with cum. Her lips were sealed about the flaring head
as the cum pumped freshly into her oral cavity, a single drop of semen
escaping the corner of her mouth as it slowly drooled down the side of
Kane's dark brown dick.
	Kane slapped Calvin on the ass several time, watching his hand
print slowly disappear against the lightly toned skin. He felt, groped, and
squeezed the ass cheeks, checking out the merchandise before using it. Once
it got his approval, he stood up and motioned Calvin on his hands and knees
on the sofa. Calvin did as directed, his brown ass sticking out towards
Kane as the 34 year old drug dealer began to anoint lubricant to Cal's
asshole. The slick lube felt cold against his hot hairy hole. Kane massaged
the liquid in, then quickly inserted a finger. Calvin's hole seized up
around it, fighting to keep it out as Kane forced in a second
finger. "Definitely virgin...!" smiled Kane, loving the idea of breaking in
another tight ass.
	He withdrew his fingers and presented his dick, greasing it
thoroughly before forcing it up the former ball player's ass.


"ARRHHHH...!!" yelled Calvin as Kane's dick started to wedge inward.
	The tight gripping muscles fought for the right to protect the
inner sanctum, but Kane's strong determination proved no match as he simply
pulled out, then rammed back in. "AAARRHHHHGGG...!!!" screamed Calvin
louder, his asshole being ripped to shreds as the drug dealer's big dick
tore past his sphincter muscles.
	He grabbed at the sofa's back as he tried to get away, but Kane
(used to taking victim's asses in prison) easily overpowered him, keeping
his ass in place as he rammed all 9.5 inches all the way up inside him.


"SHIT MAN...! LET ME GO! LET GO! I CAN'T TAKE IT! IT'S TOO BIG! IT HURTS!!"


"Shut the fuck up!" ordered Kane, slapping Calvin on the side of the head
before locking a chokehold about his throat.
	Calvin felt Kane's muscled bicep press into his adam's apple as he
yanked his head back and ground his hairy pelvic bone into his ass
cheeks. "Yur gonna get this pussy fucked one way or another..." warned Kane
through grit teeth. "...I don't care if its willin' or unwillin'..., so
long as I get my nut off!"
	Calvin groaned in despair as his asshole was taken. It throbbed
unrealistically painfully as Kane's big dick lay prone inside him, the
thick slab of meat pulsating strongly as it conquered its new
domain. Calvin could feel his anal muscles trying to repel the invading
object, as the rectum pushed and contracted as if performing a bowel
movement. Kane loved feeling the anal muscles suck and massage his dick, he
kept his dick buried deep, so he could feel every pulse the hole made to
get rid of him.
	When the pulsations started to weaken and slow down, Kane
physically forced Calvin facedown on the sofa cushions, his dick still
buried balls deep inside his captive's steaming ass. Once in position (on
top), he started fucking, pulling and pushing his sizable piece in and out
of the tight hole. Calvin could feel the dick ripping through him, mowing
past his own powerful sphincters to rule the track inside. Calvin grunted
and groaned after every painful thrust, the strong forearm wrapped around
his neck made movement very limited. Calvin could hear high pitched female
grunts coming from the television, when he turned his head to see, he saw
Kane fucking Mya in the same position, ramming his thick hard dick in and
out of her moist warm pussy from behind. Calvin couldn't help but feel like
he was sharing the same feelings as her, indentifying with the woman as he
watched the painful expression on her face as Kane held her in a headlock,
his face beside hers as he whispered sexual threats in her ear. Mya cried
in erotic bliss as Kane ignored her pleas and fucked her as hard as he
wanted. Calvin sympathized as Kane held him in a similar headlock, holding
him prisoner as he fucked into his ass. Calvin's rectum was on fire as
Kane's rock hard manhood broke through his anal ring time and time again,
eventually beating the sphincter muscles into submission as they collapsed
with exhaustion and gave up the good fight.


	Sensing Calvin's demise, Kane released his headlock and rose up
into pushup position as he began hammering hard at the former baller's
backdoor. Calvin cried and screamed as the big dick ripped through his
anus, pounding into his sore innards as Kane's pelvic bone slammed into his
ass cheeks.
	Kane loved breaking in new virgin ass, feeling the tight gripping
anuses fight to keep him out, knowing they would have no choice but to
submit.
	Kane pumped through Calvin's poor sore anus with super strength,
uncaring of the crackhead's feelings as he fucked his own way to a rousing
climax. For 30 solid minutes he pounded Calvin's ass, slamming his dick
through the sore tired ring as he banged a path straight through Calvin's
rump. Calvin begged and pleaded for mercy, but Kane ignored every request,
relishing in the younger man's pain. He came only when he when HE was
ready, after his dick became super sensitive after rubbing constantly
against Calvin's course anal hair (the moist matted hair rubbing back and
forth along his slick shaft). Kane shoved in and shot nearly a cup full of
cum in Calvin's ass, pumping hot fresh sperm into his never before seeded
bowels, bathing his rectum in rich warm ball spool.
	Afterwards Kane withdrew, stretching his back as his fat limp dick
dangled wetly over his depleted balls. On screen he was also coming inside
his woman, pumping fresh cum directly into her womanly womb as she lay
panting for breath.
	Kane reached down for his pants, pulled a small vale from his
pocket, and tossed it on the sofa at Calvin. "Here's yur shyt nigga..." he
said in a harsh tone. "...get yur shyt and get the fuck out!"


	The experience with Kane only motivated Calvin to solicit more
men. Realizing he possessed an asset men would pay good money for, he began
hanging out in areas where gay men frequented and partied, hoping someone
might take notice him and want to buy some straight ass. It didn't take
long before he started getting customers, horny men looking for a straight
man to suck and fuck, to shove their dicks into and unload the semen meant
for their girlfriends, wives, and lovers.
	There was the business man who wanted sex with no strings attached,
he invited Calvin up to his hotel room after meeting him on the street
during a convention. Calvin sucked him off, then let the man fuck him twice
before finally getting his money and leaving in the morning (stealing the
man's wallet and wristwatch while he slept).
	Then there was the dog walker who paid Calvin to suck his dick in
the park. He stood in the bushes while his tiny dog was tied to a tree, as
Calvin got down on his knees and sucked his dick to completion (going
through the man's pockets while his trousers lay down about his ankles. The
man wouldn't notice his wallet gone until he got home later, 70 dollars and
2 credit cards down).
	Then there was the policeman who arrested criminal delinquents by
day, but liked to tie up and butt rape willing hustlers by night. He
stopped Calvin one day while on patrol, and noticed the vacant drug induced
looked in his eyes. He took down Calvin information, then made arrangements
to meet up with him later that night. Offering Calvin Sextasy straight from
a drug dealer he confiscated it from earlier, he allowed the boy to get
high in his house, then tied him up facedown spread eagle in his basement
and butt fucked him 4 times before letting him go.


	There was the married physician who butt fucked Calvin in a
peepshow booth, after giving the boy a mere $20 for his ass. There was the
night time security guard who often chased Calvin away whenever he found
him sleeping in the building's back entrance where he worked. One night
(after Calvin had scored some Sext' through anonymous sex with a stranger)
the guard (on patrol) found Calvin and another man behind the
building. Calvin was lying facedown on the ground with his pants down under
his ass while the (homeless looking) man lay on top of him, humping into
him like he had someplace to be in 5 minutes. He heard the guard walk up on
them and quickly withdrew his erection, pulled up his pants, and ran off
like a bat out of hell. Calvin however continued to lie still. The guard
walked over and tried to wake him, but soon discovered Calvin was passed
out (high on something). The guard squatted down beside him, then curiously
parted Calvin's ass cheeks to find his glossy asshole leaking sperm
remnants. His dick hardened in his uniform as he took a quick look around
before undoing his pants, freeing his erection, getting on top of the
unconscious man, and shoving his dick straight up his cum clogged
asshole. He fucked Calvin while Calvin lay unconscious, sleeping off the
ill effects of his drugs. By the time the guard shoved Calvin awake and
forced him off the property, he had already dumped a sizable load in the
young man's ass without his knowledge, leaving Calvin to wonder sometime
later who fucked him?


	There was also the married neighbor that lived a few doors down
from his mother. The man was older and had known Calvin all his life,
having watched him grow up on the streets. The man saw the drastic change
in Calvin's appearance, and knew he was losing his fight against drugs. He
offered the wayward boy a drink one day (while his family was out), then
proceeded to proposition him. Needing the money, Calvin was willing to do
anything for some cash. The man had been hoping to hear that when he took
Calvin upstairs to his and his wife's bedroom. "I used to watch you play
ball right down there on that very corner when you was a boy..." said the
man, getting naked as Calvin did the same. "...I always thought you had a
lot of talent..." said the man, lowering his boxer shorts as his mighty
erection spring into the open. "...now I'll get the chance to see just HOW
talented!" Calvin said nothing as the man took him by the head, then led
him to his knees and his dick to his mouth. He face fucked Calvin for
awhile, using his hands to move his head back and forth. When he was close
to coming (knowing one nut a day was all he was good for), he stood Calvin
up, then pushed him down on the bed. In doggy position Calvin felt the man
lube his asshole with his wife's favorite facial creams, then shoved his
dick straight up his ass. Calvin flinched as the dick bore through him,
spearing straight into his now well worn bowels. The man gripped his waist
then butt fucked him fast and hard, slamming his dick into him with
aggression his wife rarely seen. Calvin clutched the man's bedspread as he
surrendered his ass. He took each inward thrust like a champ, knowing in
the end he would be rewarded with the thing he wanted most. He knew his
torment was nearly over when he looked across the room into the dresser
mirror and saw the husband throwing his head back in ecstasy. Calvin felt
his fingers dig deeper into his waist as he held onto him tighter. His dick
swelled and throbbed, then burst a ton of potent cum into him. Calvin still
felt like the same little boy he was when mr McDowell used to be his father
figure on the street, now he had his father figure's dick up his ass,
spraying his insides with a luscious deluge.
	There were also some former school friends who fucked him. Straight
DL guys who couldn't pass up the opportunity to butt fuck the high school
jock (being part of the legend). Calvin remembered some of them (especially
the ones he was closest to), but most escaped his memory, lost in a fog of
drugs and haze. Rumors of him selling his ass on the streets began to
spread, ruining what was left of his reputation. The last sex act Calvin
performed was when he was approached at a sex shop by a college student he
had blown some time ago...


"I was wondering if you'd be interested in making $200...?" asked the guy
(no older than 18). Calvin's ears perked. $200 could buy a lot of Sext'...


"What I gotta do...?" asked Calvin, giving it no thought.
	The student gave Calvin a motel address, with a date and time to
meet. Calvin got there late, the party had started without him with about 5
or 6 college boys smoking weed, drinking a keg of beer, and popping Sextasy
pills as if they were breath mints. By the time Calvin got there, the
college boys was high and horny, needing something warm they could stick
their dicks inside (bareback) without getting it pregnant.
	Calvin snorted a few lines of Sextasy, popped a few pills, and
drank a few beers before he found himself naked on his hands and knees
sucking white cock. The college boys laughed and took pictures of the
former college ball student sucking dick with his bare black ass in the air
for fucking. One of the boys got down on his knees behind him, then shoved
his 8" dick straight up his ass without benefit of lubricant. He fucked
Calvin hard while Calvin gobbled up whatever dicks hung in front of him,
shooting all over his face and open mouth. Occasionally someone would shove
another pill down his throat, or even up his ass before butt fucking him,
making sure the drugs was in his system and that he was feeling good at all
times.
	They fucked Calvin one by one and as a group, each busting a great
load in his mouth or in his ass, baptizing him in their ivy league
sperms. Calvin lost track of who was fucking him or how many times they cum
inside him, allowing them to use him as they saw fit since they were paying
him AND supplying his drug habit. At some point they started double fucking
him, aligning two dicks as once as they shoved up his ass at the same time,
stretching his rectum further than any single object thus far. They laughed
when he cried out in pain, shoving more drugs up his nose to erase the
pain. When one came, another one (or two) took his place, stretching his
anus out of shape as they used him like a sub-whore.
	After coming in him untold times (when their young healthy bodies
were no long able to produce sperm due to depletion), they started pissing
in/on him, showering his body in yellow fluids. When they were done, they
left the motel in 3 cars, laughing and joking about how the `fag' got what
he deserved, leaving Calvin to soak in a bed of their piss and cum, without
leaving him any of his pay.
	Calvin heard their cars speed off as they left him there, naked,
wet, and leaking their personal fluids all over. His heart was racing five
times faster than normal, but his body was too exhausted by the heavy use
to drugs to do anything about it or call for help. He simply lay in bed,
unable to move, staring up at the ceiling as the sharp pain in his chest
was dulled by the numbness of the drugs. As he took his last breaths, he
thought of his mother's face as he asked for her forgiveness. At that
moment, his heart literally burst in his chest, leaving him to die a quiet
death...




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