Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2010 15:20:25 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: roswell heights-21

[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-21
Cat and Mouse


Pt-1


	There's been some major changes going on in the City Of Brotherly
Love, but most Philadelphians haven't noticed. It had nothing to do with
politics, nothing to do with finance, unemployment, taxes, property
insurance, corporate kickbacks, city workers contracts, transportation, nor
any of the other things that immediately effect normal everyday life. No,
these changes were happening subtly, like the changing of the guards. No
one really noticed, but there were new faces running some of the most
profitable business in the city's history..., organized crime.
	With the deaths of Tempest Patrick Williams and Whinny `The POOH'
Graham, there had been some major wheels and deals going on behind closed
doors, wheels and deals that were about to spill out into the public.


	The Black Widow (otherwise known as Divine Graham, aka Peaches) had
inherited her late husband's home in West Philly, as well as his supposed
shares of the Underground Syndicate (an organized group of hardcore black
drug dealers working in the wings to take full control over the city's drug
game). Pooh was also partnered with Williams at their times their deaths,
insuring The Widow an even bigger chunk of the shares (inheriting Tempest's
as well). Many of the men in the Syndicate didn't appreciate a woman (even
a surgically altered woman [Divine/Peaches had formally been a man {Darryl
Walker} before his/her sex change]) running the show, and opposed her every
chance they got.
	However, many of their minds began to change when high ranking
members of the Syndicate started turning up missing or dead. There was 42
year old Mike `3 strikes' Macky, who was found alone in his home with a 38
caliber gunshot to the head. Police called it suicide, as the victim had
the smoking gun on the floor by his side with only his fingerprints on
it. But the Syndicate members knew better. There was also Laverne Nelson, a
39 year old family man who fronted as a shop owner in North Philly. He was
killed when supposed car jackers walked up on him and shot him in cold
blood for his car. No one was ever arrested for that killing and suspects
are still at large. Then there was Kat Michaels, a 35 year old former
street corner dealer who was found in his burning car with a single gunshot
to the forehead. His body was burnt beyond recognition, but his I.D. was
lying outside the blaze, untouched by the flames.

	No one knew who these mysterious killers were within the Syndicate,
but all fingers pointed to the ones that profited the most from their
deaths. As a result these men's deaths, Divine Graham (The Black Widow)
became the city's first female drug lord without opposition.


WEST PHILLY

	27 year old Divine Graham was ecstatic at the news that the
Syndicate had voted unanimously to make her the new Head, in place of her
husband. She celebrated like most men do, by going to the strip club and
spending loads of money and drugs on dancers willing to openly degrade
themselves for a little buzz and some cold hard cash. However the dancers
she went to see weren't the typical ones most known drug dealers go to
see. They didn't have big fake tits, fat asses, long sown in hair weaves
and high heels. These dancers were buff, muscular, glistening all over with
oil and wearing tiny swim trunks, thick muscled thighs, and big packages in
their skivvies.
	Divine howled and hollered whenever she saw a dancer she liked,
waving a $20 bill in the air as she sat at one of the VIP's tables. Dancers
would come over, flexing their muscles to impress as Divine stuffed their
shorts with cash.


"You havin' fun...?" laughed Money, watching his boss molest many of the
male dancers by stuffing her hand too far down their skivvies.


"Why...? Don't I look like it...?"asked Divine, pulling out another twenty.
	Money chuckled, she'd already gone through $300, the dancers were
loving her.


"You look like one of those desperate housewives on TV!" joked Money.


"Desperate ain't the werd, honey..., I haven't had ANY since my husband
died...!" admitted Divine, taking a breather as she enjoyed her
champagne. "And that ain't easy..., I am still a young, attractive, vibrant
woman you know? I definitely have needs...!" she flirted, playfully running
her fingers about the mouth of her champagne glass. "What about you..." she
asked suggestively, giving Money that come-hither look. "...do YOU still
have needs...?"
	Money smiled, knowing they had had far too much to
drink... "Dedra's pregnant..., and living god knows where with lord knows
who...! Surely you still feel the need every now and then to..., sleep with
someone else...?"


"I know exactly where my wife is..." said Money, not liking Divine's
insinuations.


"You didn't answer my question...!" noted Divine, thinking she hit a nerve.


"What question...?" asked Money, pushing his drink aside.


"Where you want to stick your dick...!" said Divine, bluntly.
	Money and Divine's eyes locked, like a lion staring into the eyes
of its prey...


"I'm married..." reminded Money, seemingly un-amused. "...my WIFE's the
only place I stick my dick nowadays!"


"Really..." asked Divine, doubtfully. "...since when does marriage stop a
man from fucking other women...?" she asked, somewhat flipped. "Most of my
clients were married...! Is this because I used to be a man...?" she asked
as an afterthought. "Or because I'm not a man ANYMORE...?"
	Money tilted his head curiously to the side... "I know about the
arrangement you had with my husband..." announced Divine, shocking Money to
his core. But before he could defend himself, Divine continued... "...I
know it couldn't've been easy for you..., he was rather largely blessed
down there...!"


"You have NO idea how hard it was to open up to him...!" admitted Money.


"Oh I have more than just an idea..." assured Divine, reminding Money that
she married him AND his big dick.  "I don't blame you for anything...! I
know you had very little choice in the matter..., Pooh had a way of making
his offers seem..., --final!"


"Yeah, well..., that was the past..." said Money, wanting to put it all
behind him. "...so what's yur point...? Why you bringin this up now...?"


"My point..." started Divine, inching closer. "...is Dedra never knew of
your arrangement with my husband...! He was able to continue a sexual
relationship with you right under her nose without her ever finding out..."


"Yeah..., so...?" asked Money, still waiting for the point.


"...so..., why would she suspect US...?"


	Money sat upright...  "Are you sayin'...?"


"I've been attracted to you from the first moment I met you..." confessed
Divine (Precinct Twenty Three chap-21). "...and I KNOW you've been
attracted to me too...!"


"Widow..., I..." started Money, getting a silent finger from Divine...


"I know you're married..." she continued, "...and I know you've been
feeling some sort of conflict with your loyalty between the two of us...!
But I want you know if we EVER were to get together as lovers..., I would
NEVER come between you! I understand that your wife and child comes
first...!"


"What makes you think we're gonna be lovers...?" asked Money, intrigued.
	Divine smiled, sitting back in her seat as she crossed her long
luscious legs...


"Have you ever seen me naked...?" she asked, making Money break out
laughing. "The doctor did such a great job with my body..., that he was
begging to date me after the surgery!"


"As temptin' as that is..." he said, getting up from his seat (feeling a
little woozy from the alcohol). "...I'm gonna hafta pass...! Dedra's
pregnant with my son..." he reminded. "...and I think I oughta be by her
side throughout the pregnancy...!"


"You trying to convince me..." asked Divine, looking at Money's
crotch. "...or that hardon in your pants...?" she asked, pointing at his
bulge.
	Money looked down, but didn't seem embarrassed...


"I am a man, after all..." he said, tossing money for the tab and a cab on
the table before walking out, leaving Divine to drink alone.
	Divine sat at the table for a few minutes, thinking about the
conversation and being dumped. But then she thought about the erection she
undoubtedly caused in Money's pants. Grabbing her purse, she jumped up from
the VIP table and quickly followed Money out into the parking lot.
	Money walked slowly though the club's parking lot, enjoying the
cool crisp clean air as he walked to his car. From the parking lot (on
Columbus Boulevard), the view of the waterfront and the lights across the
Delaware River (looking into New Jersey) looked magical. Money fished
through his pockets for his car keys. Hitting the power locks, he opened
the back door to store his coat when he was attacked from behind...


"If I wanted to kill you..." said Divine, holding two fingers up to the
back of Money's head as if holding a gun. "...it could've been so easy...!"
	Money (temporarily startled) turned around and grabbed Divine's
hand, spinning her around, he pinned her `gun' arm behind her back, then
cupped his free forearm about her neck, putting her in a chokehold.


"You should'n hesitate..." advised Money, holding her firmly (without
hurting her).
	Divine reached down with her free hand and gripped Money's groin,
feeling for his dick and balls (which immediately started to grow under her
groping).


"Looks like I'm not the only one with a loaded gun around here...!" she
said, squeezing his dick. When Money relaxed his hold, she immediate turned
around and fell to her knees. Ripping open his pants, she reached into his
underwear to free his erection.


"Widow, don't..." protested Money, weakly.
	Divine pulled out his 8.5" dick, then leaned forward and took it
(full length) into her mouth, smashing her pretty painted face into his
groin.


"ooooh fuck...!" moaned Money, bending forward at the waist to try to avoid
Divine's magical throat. She tightened her mouth around his dick, then
slowly dragged her lips back up to the head before pulling off...


"Remember..." she said, looking up into his face. "...I used to be a tranny
prostitute for many years..., I know exactly how to please a man...!" she
added before swallowing Money's dick whole again. Money tried to stifle a
groan, but couldn't help making a small whimper as his dick slid easily
back into her warm throat. All fight escaped him the moment she latched her
mouth to his rod. While he and Dedra still had sex occasionally, her
pregnancy stopped her from being the freak he was used to.
	Divine enjoyed holding Money's erect dick in her throat. She
breathed in deeply through her nose, breathing in the scent from his crotch
as her lips sucked lovingly about the root of his rod. Two women were
walking by (their high heels making noticeable noise against the ground)
when they saw the couple sexually engaged by the parked car. Money looked
directly at the shocked women, who began to giggle as they continued their
way into the club.


"We...we need to stop..." advised Money, watching as the women kept looking
back and laughing.


"Forget them..." said Divine, between sucks. "...they just jealous!"
	With her free hand, Divine spit into his hand, then reached down
between her legs and rubbed her vagina, moistening it. She loved the feel
of Money's dick in her mouth as she pushed him back into the backseat of
the car. Money fell down on the seat (his pants and underwear down around
his hairy legs) as Divine climbed in on top of him.


"What'r you doin...?" he chuckled at her aggression.
	Divine lifted her tight fitting dress, then pulled aside her
panty-line and straddled Money's waist. "Wait...!" he protested as she
aligned his dick to her pussy, then squatted down on it.


"uhhh..." she groaned, feeling the dick spear through her as she ground her
pelvic bone into his.
	Money felt the hot tight hole envelope him, then felt the groin
muscles contract and tighten about his embedded prick. Giving into lust, he
reached up and pulled Divine's breasts from the top of her one piece
dress. Her perky C-cup tits fell out into the open as he gripped, grabbed,
and groped them roughly, feeling them bounce in his hands like water
balloons.
	Divine grunted and groaned as she started moving, fucking herself
atop Money as she worked her pussy up and down his shaft. She grabbed onto
his shirt for leverage, fucking herself harder as she stared down into his
lust driven eyes. With his attention focused solely on the feeling
happening to his dick, Money started thrusting up into Divine, fucking her
deeply as his dick reached well into her manmade hole. He reached up and
cupped her by the back of the neck, then pulled her head down for a soulful
kiss. Divine panted breathless into Money's mouth as they kissed like
lovers, swapping spit and sucking tongues as their groins continued to slap
together. Outside they could hear the voices of more patrons heading to or
leaving the club, catching a glimpse of the couple fucking in the backseat
like wild teenagers.
	Money felt his dick starting to strain and swell as he began to
thrust upward more urgently. He could feel his climax coming on strong as
he started to lose control, fucking harder as his dick swelled and started
to suddenly spew fresh semen directly into Divine's snapping vagina.


"AARRHHHH...DAMN...!!" he yelled, coming hard as his grips tightened about
the back of Divine's neck and waist. She could feel his strength as he
gripped her strongly, shaking slightly as his body quivered and came. She
could feel his dick pulsating inside her, filling her cup with the essence
of him. "Shit...!" he moaned to himself, as guilt started to hit him. He
relaxed his hold on Divine as he fell back against the seat, his pregnant
wife's face fresh in his memory.
	Divine continued to sit on top of him, panting hard as she
tightened her vagina muscles to trap his penis inside...


"Don't worry..." she said, recognizing the look of guilt on his face (she'd
seen it hundreds of times on the faces of her johns. "...I know how to keep
a secret...! There's no need for this to get weird..."


"Really...?" asked Money, looking up at her as if she were crazy. "I just
fucked my boss...! POOH's wife! There's no way we're gonna be able to just
go on as if this never happened...!"


"Who said we were going to pretend it never happened...?" asked Divine,
climbing down off Money. "Now that I've had a piece of you..., I have no
intentions of giving it up!" she added, getting out of the car as she
adjusted her dress and panties. "I suggest you get used to the idea of
satisfying TWO women..., cause I ain't going nowhere!"
	Money rose up on his elbows, watching in disbelief as the Widow
proudly strolled back towards the club, leaving him in the backseat,
mulling over her last statement.


Pt-2


SUBURBS

	The house of David Smith lies in a peaceful community just outside
the city limits where only a handful of black people reside. His new
houseguest (Dedra Wright {wife of D-Money and former fiancé of David
himself}) had just been treated to a delicious meal, made courtesy of a
take-out menu, and was now being escorted up to bed by her doting ex. "You
sure you're going to be alright...?" asked David, helping her into the
guest room.


"You and Kevin have been more than accommodating already, David..." said
Dedra, humbly. "...I feel bad putting Kevin out of his bedroom as it is...!
Are you SURE he wouldn't rather sleep downstairs on the sofa, rather than
share a bed with you, --his own father...? I'm sure he would like his own
privacy...!"


"I uh..., already offered him that decision..., but he seems content with
sharing my bed...!" said David, neglecting to inform Dedra that he and
Kevin (David's son) were lovers for the past year. "I suppose if he wanted
privacy..., he knows how to get it...!"


"I guess..." said Dedra, climbing into the spare bed. "...it just seems odd
that a boy his age would choose to sleep with his dad instead of the
sofa...! I mean..., what if he pops a woodie in his sleep...? I'm sure he'd
be embarrassed...!" speculated Dedra.


"Well..., we're both men, Dee..." reasoned David. "...I'm sure there'd be
nothing to be embarrassed about!"


"Does he know about your relationships with DeWayne and Dan...?" inquired
Dedra, curiously.


"No..." lied David, wanting to spare himself the inevitable immoral looks
from his ex. "...and I'd prefer to keep it that way, if you don't mind...!"


"Be it far from ME to tell him..." said Dedra. "...but I wouldn't trust
Daniel...! When was the last time you saw him...?"


"About 7 or 8 months ago..." said David. "...after he stole my job, he was
unable to keep up the quality of work I had set before him..., leaving my
bosses to fire him and hire me back..., with a big raise and a bonus
incentive!"


"Oh...! I know that HAD to be embarrassing to him...!" said Dedra, knowing
how proud Dan was about his image.


"He emailed me a few times..., threatening to expose me..., but then the
emails stopped...! I guess he found another project to keep him busy...!"
surmised David.


"Lucky you!" smiled Dedra.


"Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything...!" said David, heading
for the door.
	Dedra sat up in bed as she watched her ex-fiancé preparing to close
the door...


"David..." she called, stopping him in the doorway.


"Yes...?" he called, looking back in.


"WHY are you being so nice to me and DeWayne...?" she asked, unable to get
the question off her mind. "It's not like we were the nicest people to
YOU...! I cheated on you with him while I was engaged to you...! He beat
you up and raped you right here in your own house after you caught us here
together...! Then we humiliated you sexually..., treating you like a slave
as we took control of your house! And then I left you for him..., without
so much as a goodbye...!" she said, feeling guilty about the way they
treated him. "Why would you help us..., help ME, now...?" she inquired.
	David thought for a second as memories of that period in time
flashed back in his mind...


"I guess..." he started, pausing to find the correct words. "...because
we've all grown since then...!"


"I certainly HOPE so...!" said Dedra, as David closed the door and headed
down the hall to his own room.


"How's Dee doing...?" asked 18 year old Kevin Smith, sitting up in bed with
the television playing.


"She's..., alright..." said David, quietly closing and locking the master
bedroom door before beginning to undress. "...thanks again for letting her
stay here with us, son..., it means a lot to me...!" said David heartfelt.


"No prob..." said Kevin, watching his dad get undressed. "...I just don't
understand why you'd want the woman who walked out on you for another guy,
who's married and pregnant with his baby, staying with you free of board!
You'd might as well let uncle Dan move back in!"


"None of that matters to me anymore..." said David, stripping down to his
boxers as he neatly folded his clothes and gently placed them in a chair
across the room. "...if it weren't for them..., WE wouldn't be as close as
we are now...!"


"True." smiled David, pulling back the covers as his dad climbed into
bed. "uh..., what's up with the boxers...?" he asked, as David prepared to
lie down.


"You know why...!" whispered David, trying to save his ass. "Dedra's just
down the hall...!"


"You know the rules..." said Kevin firmly, refusing to let his dad off the
hook. "...no clothes to bed!"


"But..."


"No exceptions!" insisted Kevin.
	David sighed as he reluctantly lowered his plain colored boxers,
then climbed into bed. "Don't pout!" said Kevin, watching his dad's
reaction. As David settled down in bed, Kevin reached out and pulled his
dad's hand to his dick. David voluntarily wrapped his hand around his son's
dick, feeling the length and stroking it slowly.
	Without being told, he pulled back the covers and willingly leaned
over and took his son's dick in his mouth. Kevin leaned back against the
headboard as his dad began to lick and suck his 10.5" hardon. Since their
houseguest arrived, sex around the house had been scarce. David convinced
Kevin to keep their sexual relationship a secret, even though Kevin was now
old enough to consent. It took David a long time to wrap his brain around
becoming his son's lover, and he knew outsiders looking in would never
understand the delicate intimacies of physically loving your own child.
	He lovingly slid his mouth up and down his son's hard shaft, taking
more and more of the solid phallus into his throat as he relaxed his neck
muscles and swallowed over half. Kevin stifled a sigh, trying to stay in
control as he gently rubbed the back of his father's head and neck. "Take
it dad..." he encouraged, adding pressure to make his dad go deeper. David
felt Kevin pushing his head down, making his dick inch further in his
throat. David tilted his head a few degrees (the top of his head pointing
towards David's feet), aligning his throat as he forced his head down
further. "...ahhhh...yeeaahhhh..." moaned Kevin, loving the feel of his
dad's throat on his dick. David forced himself lower and lower until his
lips inched closer to Kevin's pubes. Kevin's legs stiffened as he watched
his dad's mouth incher further down his rod. His dick bricked hard as steel
as his father swallowed him whole, pressing his face into the pubic
hairs. "Awww fuck, dad..." groaned Kevin, as David's throat ballooned to
accommodate him.
	David held his ground for more than a few second before retreating,
pulling back as he quickly drew his lips back up to the head for a
breather. Breathing through his mouth and nose, he suckled the sweet
tasting head for several second before going back down, taking the entire
rod back in his throat. Kevin subconsciously reached down and began feeling
his father's ass, rubbing his fingers up and the hairy ass crack to feel
the asshole. David was deep throating his son's big dick when he felt
Kevin's fingers break through his anal seal, borrowing into his anus.


"Kevin...!" whispered David, pulling up off his son's dick.


"shhh..." said Kevin, forcing his dad's mouth back on him. David felt the
dick push back into his mouth as Kevin pushed down on the back of his head,
forcing him to swallow more dick.
	David tried resisting as Kevin's fingers bore through his anus,
pushing through his sphincter muscles to dig deep into the rectum. Kevin
knew his dad well over the past year. His former play uncle (Dan Edwards)
had taught him the best way of controlling his father, by using his
unnaturally big dick as a control stick. At first Kevin was amazed to find
his heterosexual dad a sex slave to his play uncle, but soon realized (only
after taking over the reigns as his father fuck master) that David was
simply a natural born bottom for dominate male authorities.
	He pushed his fingers further up his dad's ass, forcing him to
submit to his anal play. Meanwhile he continued fucking his dad's throat,
making him deep throat on nearly every downward stroke of his mouth. When
Kevin was sure his dick was slick enough with his dad's spit, he pulled his
head up from his lap, then pushed his dad onto his back and maneuvered on
top of him...


"Kevin please..., not here, not now...!" pleaded David, as Kevin lifted his
hairy legs to expose his vulnerable asshole.


"I'll be very quiet..." promised Kevin, aiming his wet dick up to his dad's
hole.
	David felt the dick touch his anus, as his own dick rose rock hard
at the idea of being taken (regardless his pleas not to be).


"She might hear...!" warned David, knowing he would have a lot of
explaining to do.
	Kevin grabbed the television remote control and pointed it over his
shoulder to turn up the volume. Then he returned his attention back to his
father as he firmly started to force his way into his father's ass.


"uhhhh...!" grunted David, feeling the dick push through his anal
ring. Despite his protests, his body quickly adjusted as it accepted his
son's big dick. David had long realized (since becoming lovers with his
biological son) that Dan Edwards' claims that he was a natural born bottom
(yearning to be physically used by men) was true, as David was never
actually physically able to affirmatively resist a man's hardon once it was
inside him.
	He looked up into his son's eyes as Kevin shoved all the way into
him, sinking all 10.5 inches of dick inside him. Kevin paused after
successfully sheathing his entire rod, enjoying the way his dad's warm
asshole spasm and squeezed around his embedded dick. David knew he wouldn't
be able to resist his son's advances, knowing Kevin would always have the
upper hand when it came to getting what he wanted from him
sexually. "Kevin, please..." whispered David, looking straight into his
son's eyes. "...go slow..."


"No problem, pop...!" said Kevin, pulling back his hips to withdraw his
dick back to the head.
	David stifled a moan when he felt his son's dick slowly retract
from his hole, loving the way it felt sliding through his rectum. His legs
quivered as Kevin withdrew back to the head, then redirected and pushed
forth straight to the balls, impaling his father with one stroke. David's
body stiffened as the dick pushed back into him, stretching out his rectum
as it pushed straight through into his bowels.
	David's eyes snapped open wide as the pain smarted throughout his
system. Kevin could see him holding back a moan, so he pulled back and
thrust forth once more, trying to make his dad groan. David bit his lower
lip as he struggled to keep from groaning out loud, knowing Dedra was
merely a hall's length away. When Kevin pulled back again, David braced
himself for the impact. He pushed his hands into Kevin's chest defensively,
wishing to slow his stroke. But Kevin had his own agenda as he thrust hard
back into his father's ass, trying to make him scream out loud.


"Ke...Kevin..." groaned David, squirming underneath. Kevin ignored his
dad's pleas and continued fucking as he saw fit. He withdrew and rammed,
withdrew and rammed, withdrew and rammed, until he was fucking at a deep,
long, steady pace. The bed began to bounce under their combined weights as
David continued to try to remain silent. "Wa...why are you doing this...?"
he asked, knowing Kevin was being spiteful. "I asked you...to go slow...!"


"Since when do I take my orders from YOU...?" asked Kevin, fucking even
harder.


"Kevin please..." begged David, swear beads breaking out on his
brow. "...don't embarrass me...!"


"Since when do YOU get embarrassed about getting butt fucked...?" asked
Kevin, flipped. "I know how you like it, dad..., remember, I've been the
one beating this pussy up for the past year!"


"I know, son..." said David, conceding. "...it's YOURS!"


"And don't you forget it, either!" warned Kevin, lying flat against his
dad's chest (David's legs locked about his biceps, like a wishbone) as he
began to dig even deeper into his father's pussy. David wrapped his arms
about Kevin's back, hugging him closer as he bit into his son's shoulder to
stifle the heavy groans starting to come out of him. He couldn't believe
how belligerent Kevin was being, fucking him not only against his wishes,
but brutally deep just to prove a point.
	Kevin buried his face in the pillows behind his father's head, then
whaled away at his ass like a deep sea fisher. He slammed his dick home
with every stroke, burying all 10+ inches as if digging for buried
treasure. David had no choice but to take the fucking like a good bitch,
his legs spread wide and open to accommodate his son's thrusting
body. Kevin loved the love-bites his dad was biting into his shoulder, a
mark of ownership and possession. Over the past year they had grown far
closer than either of them would have imagined possible, a much deeper
connection than mere father and son, or even lovers. As a part of David's
flesh and blood, there was an innate bond that ascended blood relations,
and surpassed love relations. Kevin knew exactly what David wanted, and
David wanted to please his son more than he wanted to breathe air. They fit
together perfectly. Anyone outside looking in would simply believe David
was being a great hands-on father to his son, no one would have believed
the true dynamics of their in-house relationship.


	Kevin stroked in and out of his dad's spread ass a few minutes
longer, then yanked himself from his anal depths. David looked confused and
disappointed, until Kevin climbed forward (using David's older body as a
latter or steppingstone) and presented his dick for sucking. With his knees
forced up against his chest, David lifted his head and stretched his mouth
over his son's dick. He took in the head and several inches, bobbing his
head rapidly as he tasted his own anal juices.
	Kevin rested his upper half against the headboard while feeding his
dad his dick in pushup position. Looking down he watched his old man suck,
grabbing onto his hips to pull his dick in deeper. Kevin allowed him to
suck for about a minute before he pulled back, resumed his missionary
position, then re-rammed his dick straight through David's anus.


"AAARRRRHHHHH...!" groaned David (music to Kevin's ears).
	Kevin covered his dad's groaning mouth with his own, tongue kissing
him as he forced his oral muscle into David's mouth as a gag. David panted
and moaned around Kevin's tongue, swallowing his spit as his body accepted
every hard thrust impact forced into it.
	Kevin loved to hear his dad moan, it made him feel as if they were
on the same mature level when he made his father feel good. Outside the
bedroom they were still father and son, David was still the provider and
Kevin had to listen to his father's good advice when it came to school,
work, or preparing his college applications. Kevin's mom was a bit
perplexed over how closely the two men had grown together. She had been
secretly hoping David would fail as a father, proving that all the lies she
had told Kevin about his dad being a deadbeat were true. She was not
pleased to learn that Kevin was loving his stay with his dad, and that his
grades had drastically improved since moving in with him. Of course Sharon
had no idea what was really going on, as she lived in another state, far
away.


	Kevin thrust in and out of his dad's ass faster, building up speed
as he rammed his dick quickly through his anal gut. He grabbed his dad's
head with both hands, using it for leverage as he thrust in harder. David's
moans peeked as his toes began to curl under. He swallowed Kevin's extended
tongue, as their bodies began to meld into one. He could feel his son's
orgasm quickly approaching as he tightened his anal muscles to grip the
plunging shaft. Kevin groaned into his dad's mouth as the asshole began to
suck and massage his dick. Kevin pulled at his dad's hair as he kissed him
stronger. David groaned from the added pain as Kevin shoved all the way in
and came. "ARRRHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!" groaned the teenager, coming hard as he
filled his father's rectum with cum. David could feel the dick pumping and
throbbing inside him, making his hole sloppy with sludge.
	When Kevin finally stopped coming, he pulled out and rolled off of
his father, resting on his back as he calmed his breathing and recuperated
from his orgasm. David was still lying on his back, his legs still open as
he gripped his own dick and started stroking. Kevin rolled onto his side as
he watched his dad jack off. In all his years as a boy (jacking his own
dick while locked away in his own room at his mother's house), he never
pictured his father as the jacking off type. He reached down and playfully
shoved two fingers up his dad's ass, triggering his orgasm as the cum
suddenly shot out of David's dick like party streamers, streaking across
his chest and stomach. Kevin could feel his dad's cum logged asshole spasm
around his fingers, clinching and un-clinching his embedded digits as if
trying to milk another load.


"Nite dad." smiled Kevin, pulling his cummy fingers from his dad's slimy
ass and pushing them into his dad's mouth to suck clean.


"Goodnight, son...!" responded David, suckling the cum remnants from his
son's hand before settling in to sleep...


Pt-3


MANAYANK

	A car sat outside former police captain David L. McConnell's
Manayunk apartment, the owner and occupant building up the courage to walk
up and ring his doorbell. Inside, 52 year old David was just finishing up
making love with his 30 year old lover Ramone Davenport, (a detective on
the Force). He had just left the bedroom, in search of refreshments in the
kitchen, when he heard a knock at the door.
	Opening it, he was shocked to find who was standing on his
doorstep...


"Captain McConnell..." called the 31 year old man, as McConnell's eyes
narrowed when he saw who his visitor was.


"Brian Dunn..." he said, sounding pissed. "...what are YOU doing here at my
place of residence...?"


"I'm here to help you..." said Dunn, his eyes roaming over McConnell's
hairy bare chest. "...with an offer you'd be a fool to refuse...!"


Continued...



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