Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2011 22:11:20 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: The District

[***READER'S NOTE: THERE ARE CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES THAT DATE BACK FOUR
TITLES. IN ORDER TO GET THE FULL STORY, PLEASE READ:

.1- "PRECINCT TWENTY-THREE"
.2- "THE HOLE"
.3- "THE PRECINCT"
.4- "ROSWELL HEIGHTS"
(in that order), AS THIS STORY MAY GO BACK TO THOSE TITLES AS REFERRENCE.
--DOGG***]
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THE DISTRICT
Political Opponents

Written by Eugene Marvin
(aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com


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	The staple in most black communities, the binding force that
usually keeps the honor of family and pride together, is tied (in deep
part) to the black church. No matter how run down or dilapidated the
neighborhood, one could always find pillars of the community in nearby
churches, uplifting, uprising, and feeding food for thought to the
hungriest of souls and minds.
	51 yr old reverend Malcolm H. Holmes is one such feeder, preaching
the good word of the gospel, and pointing out much of what's wrong with the
world in his weekly sermons. With followers in several churches across the
city, he spreads his word by visiting as many congregations as his busy
schedule allows, gaining more prospective voters who grow tired of watching
the rich get richer while the poor get poorer.


	Reverend Holmes has the definite gift for gab, AND the reputation
for causing change (no matter how small) in neighborhood communities. With
the word of his candidacy for Mayor Election spreading with each new visit,
he makes sure his political views of "zero tolerance" of drugs in the
streets, for strict and harsh justice for criminals who breech the school's
safety laws by selling paraphernalia to children on school grounds, and to
STOP the spread of sale and distribution of drugs in poor neighborhoods
where gang violence is running wild and rampant, --is heard by every
registered voter in the Hood.
	His loyal aids roam the church pews with collection boxes, taking
tides and informal donations to help launch his campaign and make it a
reality. Aides like Demeece Howard, a married mother of two (one of whom
children is the illegitimate child of Holmes') who finds it harder and
harder to afford dinner on the table for her family, despite having two
viable incomes. And Mr and Mrs Jerome Taylor, a husband and wife from the
South Philly projects (and sexual servants of The Reverend's and his
benefactors), who's devoted all of their spare time to campaigning for the
reverend and his cause. And Brian Dunn, the former aide to former
Philadelphia mayor Anthony Edwards, volunteering his valuable time (and
mouth, and ass) to service Holmes when and wherever he needed him.


"People THINK there's a WAR in this country against Afghanistan, but it
isn't!" said Holmes, standing at the front podium, facing a sea of faces in
his standing room only congregation. "People think there's a WAR in this
country against drugs..., but it ain't!" he added, getting some odd looks
from the audience as well as cheers. "They think there's a WAR against the
races..., but it's not! The WAR isn't against your neighbors..., it isn't
against your spouse, or your children, or boss, or work..! The WAR is
against the greedy hand of Government, and the way politicians think they
can RAISE TAXES any time they feel like it...! We watch the cost of living
go UP and UP, while our pay rates go down faster than a crack hoe on Friday
night! We can't afford to send our children to college..., and even if we
do, they can't find a reasonable job once they get out! They've allowed for
ALL of our big paying factory companies to move to third world countries to
hire cheap labor, while the rest of us go into foreclosure on our homes...!
They cut spending in schools, cheating our children out of their education!
They cut back on social security, making it harder for the elderly to
support themselves in what's supposed to be their Golden Years! They cut
the police force, allowing criminals to run rampantly through the streets!
They cut our fire departments, making fire trucks take twice as long to get
to our burning houses! I say enough is enough! The NEXT Mayor of
Philadelphia needs to be able to walk into City Hall and DEMAND the rights
of its citizens! He needs to be of god, with one faith, able to hold true
to his word and demand betterment for everyone in the community! If I'm
elected to be the next Mayor..., I promise a change in the way we do
business! I promise to turn this city around, and make it, once again, a
city its citizens could be PROUD to say they live in!"
	With that, there was a burst of joyous cheer throughout the church
as the choir burst into rejoiced song. While rev Holmes stood on the front
stage speaking to his followers, Brian Dunn was in back counting donations
from the day's collections...


"Here's the next box of donations...!" said Jerome Taylor, stepping into
the back office with a box full of loot.
	32 yr old Brian Dunn sat before piles of cash, all counted out and
paper clipped in stacks of a hundred. Rev Holmes trusted Dunn as his
assistant, knowing his servitude was surpassed by none. He knew this as
Dunn had pledged his loyalty to the reverend many times over, while on his
knees sucking the latest load from the reverend's over worked dick and
balls.


"Did you HEAR that applause out there...?!" asked Holmes, coming into the
back office fully stoked, adrenaline running through his veins like
heroine. "They LOVE the idea of me running for Mayor!"


"As they should..." said Dunn, encouragingly. "...who else better to clean
the DEMONS from City Hall than a reverend...? We just have to make sure
EVERYONE is on board with the idea...! And that includes the suburbanites
who don't believe the inner city's problems don't affect them!"


"And HOW are we going to do that...?" asked Holmes, unfastening his pants
before taking a seat on a nearby sofa, signifying Jerome Taylor's talents
as the married man sat down his collection box and crawled obediently
between the rev's thick thighs.


"By making SURE the inner city's problems become theirs...!" said Dunn,
watching Jerome take the reverend's thick hard-on into his mouth. "Kane's
been looking to expand out of South Philly..." continued Dunn, as the
reverend relaxed in his seat, enjoying the hot knob-job his constituent was
giving him.
	41 y/o Jerome Taylor became a sexual slave to reverend Holmes after
coming home one day to find his wife (Roseland) getting fucked royally by
their Sunday pastor. Jerome was astonished to find the 50 year old reverend
on top of his naked wife, pounding his thick dick into her like a horny
newlywed on the first night of his honeymoon.
	Jerome rushed into the bedroom, determined to stop the spectacle
and save his wife from being thrashed. However, he was ill prepared for the
reverend's brazenness, as the 6'2" 200+ pound man got up from the bed, then
physically thumped Jerome, punking him in front of his wife (see chap-32 of
Roswell Heights for details). From then on Jerome (and his wife Roseland)
had been Reverend Holmes's leading participants in volunteering their time
to help Holmes in his run for Mayor, acting as collectors, contributors,
aides, and sexual slaves whenever needed.


	Holmes loved the new life his career change had getting him. He'd
gone from having his pick of congregation members to seed and sodomize, to
a much larger number of potential voters who wanted to pledge their time,
money, and bodies to his cause. Sometimes Holmes could barely contain the
hard-on threatening to burst from his pants while he shakes hands and
greets some of the men and women eager to make themselves known when he's
passing through a congregation. Some of the faces he recognizes, recalling
how they looked with his dick stuffed in their mouths or how erotically the
moaned when he was fucking their juicy cunts or tight asses. But most of
the faces are new and fresh, eager young voters hoping to make a name for
themselves by promising servitude to his campaign. Most of them will walk
away on voters day feeling like they helped change the world, but a small
few will walk away with limps, after learning what its like serving the new
Mayor up close and personal.


	Jerome sucked Holmes dick with the fierceness and pace Holmes had
mandated to get himself off as quickly as possible. With a church full of
people standing just outside his door, Holmes knew he didn't have all day
to work on excreting his load, he had to pop one out quick so his dick
could deflate before greeting the well wishers who came to support him, or
else they'd see his big hard dick pressing out against his leg.
	He placed one of his massive hands atop Jerome's bobbing head, then
helped guide him up and down faster, making Jerome suck deeper with every
stroke. Jerome's mouth stretched around Holmes' thick 8" dick, taking it
into his throat (as he had been doing since becoming the reverend's premier
cocksucker) almost effortlessly, indeed having pleasured Holmes more than
any other dick sucker on the reverend's staff.
	Jerome could feel the fat dick bursting through his throat as he
sucked, ballooning his neck as his mouth sped up and down the thick black
veined sides like a canopy. Jerome had grown accustomed to sucking the
reverend's dick, much as one grows accustomed to bringing his boss his
morning coffee. It was like second nature to fall to his knees at a
moment's notice, stretching his mouth wide to accommodate the boss's pride
and joy, sucking and lavishing over it as if it was the most important
thing in the world, bringing it to a climactic end as the cum spew in his
mouth and down his throat like a gush of milk protein.
	The people outside waited patiently for their prince to arrive,
believing he was taking a much needed break to recoup after giving such an
arousing speech. They couldn't wait to show their support, believing they
could finally have a voice in City Hall. But while they patiently awaited
the reverend's return, the reverend was pounding his dick down the back of
Jerome's throat, using his head and neck as a plunger as he forced him to
bob harder and faster.
	Jerome sucked hungrily, eager to catch the reverend's seed as his
mouth was force fucked up and down the straining pillar.


"Oh yeah..., here it comes..." warned Holmes, tossing his head back in
ecstasy as his eyes closed dreamily. "...I'm about to flood that throat...!
Make sure you catch every drop..., I can't afford to have sex stains all
over my suit!"
	Jerome groaned in agreement, knowing his proper place. He sucked
and sucked until he felt the reverend's dick expand, then start firing
spurt after spurt of thick creamy masses of warm semen straight down the
back of his raw throat. "Ahhhh yeeeaaahhhh..." moaned Holmes, careful not
to moan too loudly and alert his public.
	Jerome felt the cum spurts pouring down the back of his throat, and
knew he was being rewarded for a job well done. He wrapped his fist around
Holmes' dick and pumped the last droplets of semen into his sucking mouth,
swallowing everything he was gifted.
	Dunn waited until he was sure the reverend's pipes had been
thoroughly cleaned before continuing...


"Like I said..." he continued, finishing up with the money count on the
table. "...with Kane spreading his poisons into the suburban
communities..., it'll only be a matter of time before they TOO will be
singing the praises of `Reverend Holmes for Mayor!'"


"I LIKE that...!" grinned Holmes, standing as he tucked his shrinking
(satisfied) dick back into his trousers and headed for the door. Jerome
climbed up off his knees just as Holmes opened the side door into the
church, where he was greeted by several hundred guests, all eager to voice
their love and support.



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MANAYUNK


	53 yr old David L. McConnell (6'1", 170 lbs with a medium muscular
build, a light skin [mulatto] complexion, salt & pepper hair/mustache) was
running on his treadmill, trying to keep in shape after resigning from his
job as Police Captain of Precinct-23. At the station he had his choice of
weights in the weights room to keep in adequate shape, but since leaving
the force to pursue his run for Mayor of Philadelphia, he's had to find his
own means of keeping his body healthy.


"I can think of ANOTHER way you can burn off the calories...!" joked 31 yr
old Ramone Davenport (6'4", 185 lbs with a muscular build, dark [chocolate]
brown complexion), McConnell's lover.


"Twice this morning wasn't good enough for YOU...?" asked McConnell,
running along at a good pace. "You've got to remember, I'm not a young buck
like YOU are...! Every ejaculation needs a half a day to recuperate!"


"Bullshit!" laughed Ramone, fully aware of McConnell's limitations. "I seem
to remember a time, not TOO long ago, where I was awakened 3 times after
midnight for rematches! THAT certainly doesn't sound like an old man to
me!"


"Remind me again how old your DAD is...?" inquired McConnell.


"48." said Ramone, knowing where McConnell was headed. "But my DAD had me
when he was only 17..." reminded the 31 yr old. "...he was a senior in high
school!"


"Still doesn't hide the fact that I'm 3 years OLDER than your father...!"
said McConnell, powering down his treadmill after nearly an hour long
run. "So, what's NEW in the Precinct...?"


"Same ole..." said Ramone, watching McConnell's body glisten with sweat
before handing him a towel to dry off on. "...drugs, homicides, corruption,
extortion..., nothing's changed!"


"And THAT'S just in the police station!" joked McConnell, grabbing an
energy drink off the table before downing half of it in several (bobbing
Adam's Apple) gulps. "If I'm ever elected Mayor, the police corruption and
extortions are the FIRST THING on the agenda!"


"Do you really believe it's THAT spread throughout the Force...?" asked
Ramone, curiously.


"After discovering how many officers in MY OWN department was tied into
Terminator's scheme to shake down drug dealers for loose change
(Precinct-23, the first series)..., I don't put anything past anyone
anymore!"


"Surely you don't put ME in that category...?" asked Ramone, walking up on
McConnell closely. "Not the guy who's been sucking your dick and eating
your ass for the past year or so...!"
	McConnell turned around to face his lover, taking note the serious
drop in Ramone's voice, a sure sign of romantic overtones.


"I think I can rule YOU out...!" he said, as Ramone leaned in for a
kiss. McConnell was just about to plant one on his lips when he noticed
someone stalking around outside his living room window. Ramone watched
curiously as McConnell abandoned kissing, then moved swiftly across the
room and pulled back the drapes, only to find a reporter trying to get a
picture of him and his lover in action. The man ran off once he realized
his cover had been blown. Ramone walked up beside McConnell as they watched
the man dart across the parking lot to a car he had waiting on the street.


"WHO the hell was that...?!" asked Ramone, seeing the man haul ass.


"They'll try ANYTHING to catch me in a compromising position..." informed
McConnell, pulling the drapes closed. "...to EXPOSE me as an unfit
candidate for the Mayor's race...!"


"So..." said Ramone fearfully, knowing he and McConnell had already broken
up once under McConnell's pressure to keep his sexuality out of the
media. "...what're we gonna do...?"
	McConnell looked back at his lover, the wheels obviously turning in
his head...


"I guess we're going to just have to MOVE into a more secure building!" he
announced, much to Ramone's joy.


"WHEW!" said the younger man, wiping pretend sweat from his brow. "You
scared me for a minute...! I thought you were gonna call it QUITS
again...!"


"Never that...!" said McConnell, pulling Ramone back into his arms before
planting a strong wet one on his pursed lips. He felt McConnell's tongue
enter his mouth swiftly, as the two men pressed their bodies into each
other tightly, their hands gripping and groping their asses like horny
teens on their first date.
	Today McConnell was the aggressor, the first to unequivocally
express his desires by forcing his free hand down the back of Ramone's
pants to finger his asshole. Ramone could feel the finger digging into his
anus, prying its way into him, making his body crave more.


"You ready for your workout...?" asked McConnell, taking Ramone up on his
earlier offer.


"Definitely!" said the younger man, undoing his own pants as he and
McConnell began to strip.
	McConnell removed his sneakers, socks, gym shorts and jock strap,
while Ramone removed everything he wore in from the office. As soon as they
were both naked, McConnell pushed Ramone over against the sofa, then
preceded to eat his ass. Ramone moaned aloud as McConnell's face was
pressed up between his cheeks, his searching tongue licking between the
crevice to zero in on his delightful hole (he was glad he took a shower
before leaving the station).
	McConnell positioned Ramone on his knees on the sofa, his ass
protruding out towards him as he roughly licked and sucked his lover's
asshole, tasting the freshly showered anus against his tongue as he drilled
it through the clenching ring.
	Ramone slowly stroked his 10.5" dick, jetting his ass back against
McConnell's face, feeling his talented tongue dart in and out of him. He
loved the way David ate his ass (much like a straight man eats a woman's
vagina), rubbing his facial stubble between the sensitive cheeks while
devouring the hole. Sometimes they held ass eating contests, to see WHO
could suffer the exquisite lashing longer without begging to be fucked
first? Most of the time Ramone lost, needing to feel the length of his
man's dick inside him after an hour's worth of tongue drilling. But
sometimes (not often), McConnell lost, pulling away from Ramone's darting
tongue to turn around and plant himself down on his 10.5" pole without so
much as a word. Ramone would laugh at McConnell's insistence, knowing he'd
driven his older lover into a sexual frenzy.


	McConnell pulled Ramone's ass cheeks as far apart as he could,
pushing as much spit up into his ass as physically possible before pulling
away. Ramone knew what was next as he widened his knees to present his ass
for fucking. He looked back to see McConnell lubing his 9.5" thick dick
with spit, making it slippery before aiming it up between the cheeks and
pushing inward. "UHHHH...!" groaned Ramone, feeling the fat head force its
way inside. "Where's the KY...?" he asked, knowing the anal lube would make
entry easier.


"You're a MAN..." teased McConnell, adding more spit from his mouth as it
drooled down in a long trail from his extended tongue. "...take it like
one!"


"Okay..." said Ramone, gritting his teeth as the dick dug deeper. "...but
remember this when its MY turn...!"
	McConnell could feel Ramone's asshole resisting his entry, the anal
ring tightening automatically as he pushed more and more dick past the
sphincter muscles. Each time he eased back, he'd add more spit from above,
drooling it down onto the area where his dick disappeared up his lover's
ass. Ramone was grateful for the added saliva, as each new coating made
entry much easier. Soon he could feel McConnell's long curved dick sliding
into his bowels before feeling his hairy pubic bone scratching against his
upturned cheeks.


"I'm IN, baby...!" announced McConnell, grinding his hips into Ramone's
ass.
	Ramone celebrated by tightening his fuck hole, choking McConnell's
dick by cutting it off at the base. McConnell groaned happily as the strong
anal muscles gripped him tightly, milking his dick base before he began
pulling back to fuck.


"Shit baby...add more spit...!" complained Ramone, feeling McConnell's dick
dragging his asshole out with it during the withdraw.


"You'll get used to it soon enough...!" said McConnell, liking the tight
squeeze as Ramone's chute closed in around him, refusing to let
go. McConnell changed direction when he pushed back in, sliding his dick
back through the anus with his first thrust, causing Ramone to gasp
unexpectedly.


"UHHH...!" groaned the police detective, feeling his lover's dick stab
through him.
	McConnell fucked Ramone with soft slow strokes, allowing his body
to get used to the invasion before turning up the power and going stalk
raving mad with desire. He wanted Ramone to enjoy getting fucked as much as
HE enjoyed fucking him, keeping him coming back for more. Ramone could feel
the dick moving back and forth through him, stretching his anal walls and
forcing him to comply.


"Shit man..., you trying to save on lube costs or something...?" he asked,
lifting his head from the sofa's back to look back at his lover while he
got drilled from behind. "If you're short on cash, I could break down and
pay for the next bottle...!"


"As the possible next Mayor of the city..., I really need to start trimming
the budget...! If the CITY was to ever find out just how much we spend on
lubrication alone..., I'd NEVER get elected!"


"I'm sure the CITY is wel aware how often they've been fucked by City
Hall..." assured Ramone, "...and they would WELCOME the cost of lubrication
if it made getting screwed by the politicians any easier!"


"Oh you got jokes...!" laughed McConnell, fucking steadily through his
boyfriend's ass. "We'll SEE how funny you think it is to be a politician's
wife once the media gets hold that a GAY man's running for City Mayor!"


"I'm prepared to take on whatever role I need to to be with you!" assured
Ramone, arching his back to steal a kiss. McConnell leaned in over Ramone's
arched back and kissed him passionately on the lips, while thrusting
continuously in and out of his ass.
	Ramone reached up with his free hand to cup McConnell behind the
head, steadying his head as they locked lips. He was still stroking his
dick while giving his ass up for fucking, sucking mildly on McConnell's
tongue.


"Let's change position..." suggested Ramone, wanting easier access to
McConnell's kissing mouth.
	McConnell withdrew as Ramone turned around and flopped down on his
back, lifting his legs to expose his ass for MORE fucking. He waited
eagerly as McConnell climbed aboard the sofa, aiming his dick back down
against the hole before pushing in, feeling the asshole slowly swallow him
up.


"Shit man..." moaned Ramone, staring up into McConnell's eyes. "...your
dick's getting bigger every day!"


"I WISH!" laughed McConnell, grinding his pelvic bone home before
continuing his fuck.
	Leaning in over Ramone's body, he resumed kissing while Ramone slow
stroked his hard-on, his legs spread up and wide as McConnell humped
between them, driving his fat dick in and out of his hole. Ramone reached
up with his free hand, wrapped his arm loosely about the back of
McConnell's neck. The two men fucked in complete unison for nearly 10
minutes before McConnell finally broke the kiss and grabbed the backs of
Ramone's legs for a power fucking.
	Ramone knew what his body was in for when McConnell rose up on his
knees, adding his weight onto the back of his thighs as he pressed Ramone's
legs down against his chest and started thrusting harder in and out of his
ass. By now Ramone's asshole had loosened and lubricated itself under the
constant in/out pressure of his lover's big dick. He was still stroking his
own massive prick when it suddenly started spewing semen all over his chest
and stomach, painting white streaks of sperm across his dark skin canvas.
	McConnell watched the cum shoot out of Ramone's dick, and leaned
forward to lick up as much as he could off his lover's hairy
chest. McConnell felt a surge of lust pass through him as the slightly
salty taste of his lover's sperm hit his taste-buds. Lifting back into
position, he resumed fucking, pounding Ramone's ass harder as he looked
down to watch his light-skinned dick pump in and out of his lover's
dark-skinned ass cheeks.


"Oh shit..., I'm coming too...!" announced McConnell, punching his dick
through Ramone's ass even harder, as each thrust sent a thick jolt of semen
straight from his pulsating manhood and directly into Ramone's sucking
bowels. "AARRRRRHHHHHH SHIT...!" he screamed, losing his load as it poured
into his boyfriend, flooding his gut with a healthy load of surging semen.
	Ramone reached up and pulled McConnell down on top of him, lying
chest to chest as they resumed kissing like long lost lovers, sinking into
the sofa cushions like quicksand as their bodies melted into one mold.



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WEST PHILLY

	28 yr old police detective Malik Jones got off work with thoughts
of returning home to his new girlfriend (Fontella) and their new born baby
(Lillian). He found a parking spot relatively close to their apartment (the
apartment he once shared with his former lover/roommate Marvin Rollins),
and made the journey to go inside. Malik hadn't had any contact from Marvin
since the breakup, where Malik made it abundantly clear that he intended to
be with Fontella and their daughter, living life as a STRAIGHT couple with
a child to raise. Marvin was none too pleased to get the boot after so many
years together with the same dude, sure he'd been unfaithful [with guys AND
girls], but that was to be expected, after all, they were GUYS. In fact,
Malik had been Marvin's longest running relationship, so it stood to reason
that Marvin felt some `type of way' when he packed his belongings and
stormed out of the apartment after giving Fontella a hateful look. All in
all, Malik thought Marvin took the news rather well, leaving without too
much of an argument.
	Putting his key in the door, Malik entered the building exhausted,
hoping for nothing more than a hot bath and a warm meal before heading to
bed early. He stopped in the foyer to check for mail, finding only bills
before opening the second door into the building leading to the stairswell,
where he was immediately accosted by a large man dressed in black, wearing
a black hooded mask.


	Malik was jumped from behind, knocked violently up against a wall,
physically roughed up, then dragged towards the back of the stairs. The
assailant knew Malik had a gun on him and immediately confiscated it,
tossing it on the floor out of reach. Dazed and confused, Malik was shoved
(face first) up against the back wall before the attacker started yanking
down his pants. Without unbuckling Malik's belt first, it took several hard
yanks before the pants (and belt) slipped down off the detective's hips and
down around his thighs, exposing his supple ass.
	At first Malik thought he was being robbed, and figured he probably
wouldn't get hurt too badly if he just complied and did what the robber
wanted. But once his gun was found and tossed, Malik knew the assailant
knew WHO he was.
	With his face pressed against the wall, Malik felt a wet finger run
up his ass crack, searching for his hole. When the assailant found what he
was looking for, he roughly shoved his middle finger inside (DRY), all the
way up to the third knuckle. Malik grunted aloud as he rose up on his
tip-toes, trying to avoid the inevitable. The assailant held one hand
pressed firmly into Malik's back (between the shoulder blades), keeping him
pinned to the wall while the other hand drove his free finger straight up
the officer's ass. Malik's asshole clamped down on the invading digit,
trying to stop its descent into his rectum. Once the finger had been deeply
planted, the assailant removed his finger, stuck two fingers into his mouth
to wet them, them rammed his TWO middle finger straight up Malik's ass.


"I should warn you that I'm a POLICE OFFICER for the city of
Philadelphia...!" shouted Malik, getting a hard slap to the back of the
head, a firm warning to shut up.
	Malik hugged the wall as the attacker moved his thick invasive
fingers in and out of his chute. Adding more spit, Malik felt the big man
press his body in against him as he reached down to unzip his pants. Malik
struggled to break free once it became apparently clear what the assailant
wanted.
	Fighting back, Malik struggled as the man grabbed his arms and
locked them overhead at the wrists, using his one huge hand as a human
handcuff as he pressed his large muscular body into Malik's, maneuvering
his big thick pre-greased dick between the officer's trembling ass cheeks
without using his hands. Malik squirmed to avoid direct contact as the fat
head wedged between his cheeks and pressed inward.


"NNNNOOOoooooo...!!" yelled Malik, before the assailant covered his mouth
with one of his massive hands, shutting him up as he pressed his big thick
horse dick straight up ass with one violent shove.
	Malik saw stars as his asshole was immediately breeched and
penetrated by what felt like nearly a foot of hard thick male dick. His
asshole clamped violently about the invading intruder, trying to expel it
from his body as it involuntarily clamped to fiercely force it out.
	The assailant held his ground, holding Malik captive by the wrists
and covering his mouth so he couldn't alert neighbors to what was happening
as he ground his dick home in the officer's ass. Before Malik's body could
adjust, the attacker began to fuck, pulling back his hips to withdraw his
big thick dick before changing directions and thrusting back inside,
burying his rod back up the officer's stuffed butt. Malik (on his tip-toes,
his pants shoved down under his ass) felt trapped as excruciating pain shot
through his rectum, sending mind-numbing pain straight to his brain.


	The assailant fucked Malik's ass by humping up into him, keeping
Malik off his feet and on his toes so he couldn't gain leverage. This kept
Malik at a disadvantage as his body was sustained solely by the force of
the man's thrusting penis, leaving him totally and completely at his
mercy. Malik could feel the big dick pressing in and out of him, stretching
his shocked anus WIDE after weeks of non activity. However (like most
times), Malik's body started to adjust and mold around his assailant's
pounding prod, causing him to struggle less as his body began to become
accustomed to the invasion. The assailant felt Malik starting to give in
under the relentless pounding, and pulled him down off the wall (like a
rag-doll) and onto his hands and knees on the floor. Malik felt himself
being whisked up into the air as his attacker maneuvered him down onto the
ground, keeping him captive as he locked his huge hands about Malik's trim
waist, holding him steady as he continued to fuck in and out of his hole.
	Bracing himself on his hands and knees, Malik felt the man resume
thrusting behind him, his powerful hips slamming into his taut ass as he
sent his thick dick balls-deep with every stroke. Feeling a bit of dejavu,
Malik's mind was instantly transported back to the first time he was raped
and fucked by the man who eventually became his live-in lover (Marvin
Rollins). Malik was 25 at the time, and had never been penetrated by
another man. Marvin was a drug dealer who thought he was taking advantage
of an under-aged teenager, and forced Malik down onto an old dirty mattress
in the basement of a drug house. All too similarly Malik's manhood was
taken in that moment, as Marvin speared him on his thick 10" pole, and
drastically changed Malik's life forever.
	Having been on the receiving end of Marvin's dick for 3 years,
Malik felt a lot of similarities between Marvin's and the attacker's fuck
performances. Suspecting that the attacker was indeed his ex, Malik felt
less afraid and more angry that his wishes to be left alone (with his
daughter and his baby's mother) was not heeded. At the same time he
couldn't argue that his body was quickly adjusting to the fucking it was
receiving, flowering open like a dying rose that was re-watered in its last
stage.


	No longer fighting, Malik gave into the fucking, allowing his body
to react naturally. Marvin felt Malik's body go slack as the tension he'd
been feeling suddenly dissipated, enabling Marvin deeper, smoother depths
as his dick began gliding through Malik's corridor faster and easier.
	Malik braced his weight against his outstretched arms, then began
throwing his ass back to meet Marvin's thrusts. Marvin's hands were all
over Malik's ass and back, rubbing, massaging, feeling, caressing, getting
familiar with the body he'd missed being inside for a number of
weeks. Picking up pace, Marvin started hammering Malik harder, punishing
his body with deep rough thrusts that would crumble any normal bottom into
a sweaty heap. But Malik (nearly Marvin's equal in bed) wasn't your average
everyday run-of-the-mill bottom, Malik had been trained by one of the
roughest sexual predators to ever exit Piedmont Penitentiary. So instead of
cringing at the hard rough anal thrusts, Malik reveled in it, backing his
hungry ass up on the plunging phallus and tightening his rectal muscles to
suck the shaft in.
	Marvin quickly found himself plunging into Malik's deep heated
depths, gaining momentum and losing control as his hips pumped with a mind
of their own. Wanting to prolong his pleasure, Marvin wanted to pace
himself slower, to enjoy being back in Malik's saddle, but the thrills his
dick was feeling overruled his brain, making his body press forward as he
fucked and fucked with nonstop force, punching his dick through Malik's
soft hole with steel like thrusts.


"Oh god...!" groaned Malik, his rock hard dick now pulsating outside his
pants as he came all over the first floor carpet without ever once touching
his dick.
	Marvin continued to hammer at Malik's tightening anus, punishing
his inside with the force of a fist. 2 minutes after Malik's orgasm all
over the floor, did Marvin slam his pelvic bone into Malik's ass for the
last time and unload...


"AARRRRRRHHHHH...!!!" yelled Marvin, forgetting about the residents inside
the other apartments, shooting his load directly in Malik's convulsing
colon.
	Collapsing on Malik's back, both men fell to the carpet with
Marvin's dick still pulsing wildly inside. Marvin panted on top of him,
barely able to breathe behind the mask he wore as he kissed Malik along the
side of his face.


"Get OFF of me...!" yelled Malik, shoving Marvin several times until he
finally climbed from up under him. "You've got some NERVE showing up here
after I kicked you out...!"


"So you knew it was ME...?" laughed Marvin, pulling off his wooly mask to
breathe normally, as he sat on the floor with his dying dick hanging out of
his zipper, drooling the last of his seed onto the floor in a tiny
puddle. "When did you know...?"


"I knew all along...!" lied Malik, pulling his pants and underwear up over
his sore but well fucked ass.


"Liar!" laughed Marvin, knowing better. "I HEARD the fear in your voice
when you announced you were a police officer..." he chuckled as he climbed
to his feet. "...as if THAT statement ever helped...!"


"I could've SHOT you...!" remarked Malik, admitted his fear. "I STILL
should arrest you for assault and battery on an officer...!" he added,
retrieving his gun from the floor.


"And RAPE..." added Marvin with a smirk. "...don't forget the RAPE!"
	Malik rolled his eyes...

"It's just one big JOKE to you, ain't it...?!" he asked, angrily. "You have
absolutely NO remorse for raping me that first time 3 years ago, DO
you...??"


"Of course not..." admitted Marvin, grabbing Malik roughly (manhandling
him). "...I wouldn't've had 3 years in that ASS if I hadn't...!" he
smiled. "You LIKED it though..., don't lie..." he added, pulling Malik into
a playful bear hug.


"NO, Don't...!" resisted Malik, pushing away. "What're you doing here,
Marvin...? I told you it was over between us...!"


"Ain't shit ova...!" said Marvin flatly, fastening his pants as he
confronted Malik face to face. "You CRAZY if you think I'mma just walk away
so you can play HOUSE with that BITCH after 3 years of fuckin'...!" he
stated, making his stand clear. "That ass's MINE..., as I just proved by
makin' you nutt all ova yurself while I fucked you...!"


"That was nothing...!" said Malik, feeling the need to defend his
orgasm. "It MEANS nothing!"


"It means that pussy you got sleepin' upstairs with you ain't satisfyin'
you like MY DICK does...!" argued Marvin. "You can flash yur badge, shoot
yur gun, walk hand in hand with yur fake-ass girlfriend and yall big head
baby..., but NONE of that shyt makes you straight! NONE of it changes the
fact that it's MY DICK that makes your nutt, --not her!"


"I'm going to tell you this ONE MORE TIME, Marvin..." warned Malik
seriously, "...stay away from me and my family..., if I have to tell you
again, I'm getting a restraining order! And you KNOW what that means...!
Back to jail!" added Malik, walking away.


"Get yur lil' paper if it makes you feel betta..." said Marvin, watching
his ex head upstairs. "...it ain't gonna keep me from takin' what's mine! I
ain't scared ov no prison...!"
	Malik ignored Marvin's shouts in the hallway as he reached the
second floor and opened his door.


"Hi, honey...!" greeted Fontella, holding the baby up to her breast. "How
was your day...?" she asked, having no idea what just happened...



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SOUTH PHILLY

	24 year old Jake Valentine sat with his support group (for alcohol
and drug abuse anonymous), gaining ground on his former addiction to the
street drug Sextasy (which had been forced on him by a drug dealer named
Tempest Williams --starting in chap-62 of The HOLE series). None of the
participants knew each other's real names or occupations (though the told
their most private personal stories to each other for healing), they only
referred to each other by their initials, allowing them to be a frank as
they needed to be to recover. Therapy for Jake was a god's send, enabling
him to ask forgiveness for his most shameful secrets while keeping his
anonymity.
	Life at home with his lover of nearly 3 years (Maleece Cortez) was
going good as well. The couple moved back in together shortly after Jake's
near sacrifice at The Franklin Institute (last chapters of The PRECINCT),
where Maleece saved him from being skewered on the end of a knife by a
satanic cult. Maleece waited for Jake outside after the meeting, smoking a
cigarette while leaning back against his car. He supported Jake in his bid
to become drug free, purging his dark soul to expel the demons living
inside him. Maleece too suffered with his own demons, though they all took
a backseat to Jake's.
	Maleece perked up when he saw Jake exiting the Center, tossing his
cigarette butt to the sidewalk before stomping it out...


"How was it...?" he asked, waiting for Jake to reach the passenger's side
before opening his own car door.


"Very revealing!" said Jake, feeling thoroughly purged.


"So the meetings'r working...?" asked Maleece, starting the car.


"At first I thought they weren't..." confessed Jake, as Maleece pulled out
into traffic on the way home. "...but after hearing other people's
confessions, and learning that MY situation wasn't limited to JUST ME, that
other people had similar experiences..., abled me to open up more and more
every week, allowing for the healing to take place...!"


"You're starting to SOUND like one of the counselors there...!" laughed
Mal, keeping a steady eye on evening traffic.


"It's infectious...!" glee Jake enthusiastically, feeling himself getting
better spiritually, mentally, and physically for the first time in
years. "You have no idea who much weight is taken off my shoulders by just
attending the classes...! Maybe YOU should take a few sessions with me...?"


"Me...?" asked Maleece, sounding surprised as he looked over at his
lover. "You think I need rehab...?"


"Not if YOU don't think so..." said Jake, trying to avoid an
argument. "...but you DO have that drinking problem..."


"HAD a drinking problem...!" corrected Maleece. "And it was never a
PROBLEM...!" he decided. "I haven't really touched the stuff heavily in
years...! Not since you and I were partners...!"


"So you're saying being MY partner was causing you to drink...?" questioned
Jake, hearing a shifting of blame, a sure sign of an addiction.


"I'm just saying..." said Maleece, not liking where this conversation was
going. "...that I'd HEARD a lot of shit about YOU, Terminator and his gang
BEFORE I met you..., and I wasn't sure what would happen between the two of
us once my secret was revealed to you..., so I drank so I wouldn't have to
think about it...!"


"Whatever..." smirked Jake, smelling bullshit. "...you drank so you could
have an excuse to BLAME the alcohol after you fucked me! And if I recall
correctly, you used THAT excuse a lot in the beginning!"
	Maleece laughed, keeping his eyes on the road.


"Yeah..., I was a lil' fucked up back then, eh...?" he laughed, thinking
back.
	Jake laughed as well...


"You were so CUTE..." he admitted, "...I would've sucked your dick the
moment you asked! You didn't have to get drunk first!"


"No...?" asked Maleece, glancing over at Jake. "Why didn't you ask...?"


"I don't know..." said Jake, looking back out the front window,
thoughtfully. "...I knew what Bruce had put me through as his partner, and
I didn't want to be looked at the same way by YOU...!" confessed Jake. "I
mean I WANTED you..., but I couldn't ask for it...! I didn't want word
getting back to the other officers that I begged to suck you off!"


"Sounds like we BOTH had issues..." said Maleece. "Do you regret everything
that's happened to you...?" he couldn't help but ask.


"I regret getting raped by Bruce..." thought Jake, aloud. "...and I regret
getting mixed up with Tempest Williams and Sextasy..." he added,
thoughtfully. "...but I don't regret YOU, or meeting Peaches...!"


"You used to talk about her a lot..." remembered Maleece.


"I think you would've liked her had you got to know her like I did...!"
said Jake, believing she had a good heart.


"I've got everything I've always wanted, right HERE...!" said Maleece,
taking Jake's hand as he drove.
	Jake felt so moved by Maleece's gesture, than he automatically
reached over and began to unfasten his pants...


"Dejavu anyone...?" laughed Maleece, not fighting.


"Part of my healing is recognizing my addictions..." recited Jake, pulling
Mal's dick free, "...AND the SUBSITUTE addictions I set in their place...!"
he added, jacking it hard.


"So...my COCK was a substitute addiction...?" questioned Mal.


"My therapist would say so..." admitted Jake, licking his lips as he stared
down at his lover's morsel. "I just want to do what I SHOULD'VE done that
first day we were partnered...!" he added, leaning over in his
seat. Maleece lifted his driving arm, giving Jake room to maneuver as he
fit his head in his lap and swallowed his dick.


"Ohhh yeahhhh..." moaned Maleece, enjoying the gently sucking of his
hardened manhood as his eyes fluttering quickly while he tried to keep his
mind on the road.
	Jake sucked lovingly on his lover's dick while they drove, taking
great care to adjust to bumps in the road, keeping himself from
accidentally biting or nicking his boyfriend's shaft in the
slightest. Maleece also took great care to ease over the obvious bumps,
occasionally shoving Jake's head further down into his lap when they passed
a transit bus or high bed truck where people could look down and see into
the car.
	Luckily it didn't take long before they were home, parking in front
of their brownstone...


	Tucking his wet cock, Maleece got out of the car and followed Jake
up into the house they shared. Once inside, they were in each other's arms
in a flash. Jake wanted to shower first, while Maleece wanted to fuck, so
they compromised and decided to fuck in the shower.
	The water was warm as it washed over their naked bodies. The men
soaped each other up (Jake lathering Maleece's hairy chest while Maleece
fingered Jake's soapy hole), kissing like newlyweds before Maleece turned
Jake towards the shower wall and pressed his soapy prick up between his
watery ass cheeks.
	Maleece pressed in as his cock sank forth, sliding easily into
Jake's roost. He ground his pubic bush home as he kissed and nibbled Jake's
shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down the younger man's chest and
torso. Jake arched his back so Maleece could fit ALL of his 7.5" uncut cock
inside him.
	The two men lay locked for a few minutes as Jake's body adjusted to
the intrusion. Maleece began to pull back and fuck slowly, building power
and momentum as they continued to wash, soaping Jake's chest, shoulders,
and arm pits. Jake groaned from the gentle loving, feeling Ma's hot breath
on the back of his neck wherever Maleece kissed. Jake began to arch his
back when Maleece began to pick up pace, allowing his lover's complete
access to him. Jake stepped back as he took hold of Jake's waist, then
began to fuck faster. Driving his dick in and out of the hole. Jake loved
Mal's uncut purto-rican cock, loving the way the extra foreskin helped it
to glide through him with less friction and more punch. He reached back and
grabbed his own meaty ass cheeks, pulling them further apart so Maleece
could dig even deeper. Maleece too full advantage by bending slightly at
the knees, thrusting Upwardly into Jake's welcoming ass. Jake could feel
the thrusts growing in power and strength, as Maleece's pubic bone began to
slap repeatedly into his ass, the clapping noises filling the shower like
an applauding fan.


	Maleece pulled out of Jake's ass after only being in a few
minutes. Jake turned around immediately, wanting to SEE his boyfriend's
face. Jake wrapped his arms around Mal's neck as he leaned in to kiss. Mal
accepted Jake's wandering tongue, as he lifted the younger officer's leg
and place it precariously on over his forearm before re-aiming his dick up
between the spread cheeks. Maleece sank back into Jake's exposed asshole,
resuming his fuck as the two men now faced each other, kissing lustfully.
	Jake broke the kiss after Maleece's thrusts began going too deep,
causing him to groan outwardly in painful/pleasure. Maleece recognized
Jake's lustful groans, and fucked harder, knowing it was what he lover
wanted. Jake could feel more and more of Maleece's dick reaching further
inside him in this new position, causing him to nearly lose his footing a
few times. Maleece withdrew only after realizing the danger they faced of
losing their footing and falling.


"Let's get OUT of here..." he suggested, ripping back the curtain.
	Jake shut off the shower as he followed Maleece out into the
bedroom. The two men dried themselves off, before getting into bed and
picking up where they left off. Jake climbed onto his back as Maleece
crawled up between his legs. Lying chest to chest, the resumed kissing as
Jake instinctively lifted his legs. Without adding any lubricant, Maleece
reached down and blindly led his cock back to Jake's hole, shoving in for
the third time. Jake gasped as the dick resumed fucking, pulling and
pushing its way in and out of him.
	THIS was where Jake felt more at home, lying under his lover,
accepting his bare cock and awaiting the flood of his hot semen. The
anticipation of feeling Maleece's cock jumping and jerking inside him,
filling him with another daily dose of rich sperm, had his own cock rock
hard. Jake reached down and began stroking, sucking softly on Maleece's
extended tongue while milking his own shaft in his stroking hand.
	Maleece pushed Jake's knees further out of the way as he fucked,
slamming his hairy pubes into Jake with repeated slaps and thrusts, driving
his dick home. Jake reached up and began pinching his own erect nipples,
heightening his erotic zone as electricity shot through his body like a
chain reaction.


"Hmmpphhh...!!" he moaned into Maleece's mouth as cum suddenly shot out of
his dick, hitting into Maleece's hairy chest before spurting up over his
own body.
	Maleece ripped his tongue from Jake's salivating mouth as he
gripped the backs of Jake's thighs (pressing the knees down against the
mattress) and began pounding. Jake's dick pulsed in his fist, shooting
several more spurts as his asshole spasm, clenched, and convulsed around
Maleece's plunging shaft.


"ARRHHH shit, I'm about to cuUUURRRHHHH...!!" yelled Mal, shooting his own
load directly into his lover's body.


"Yeah..." moaned Jake, looking up into Maleece's exquisitely twisted face
as he fed his body the semen it craved. "...oh yeahhh..., give it to me...!
Fill me up with that load..." he begged, feeling it flood into his colon
like a raging rapid.
	Maleece ground his pelvis against Jake's ass, planting all of his
seed before falling forward, exhausted and thoroughly drained. Jake reached
up and ran his hand through Maleece's wet hair, as Mal buried his face into
the pillows behind his head, leaving his pulsating dick inside to finish
its orgasm...




Written by: Eugene Marvin
[aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com
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