Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 02:27:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the district-16

THE DISTRICT-16
reDUNNdidit behavior

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


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WEST PHILLY


	21 yr old Elliott McConnell pulled up outside the address given to
him by his [former] best friend's mom, after visiting and pretending to
still be friends. It was a 3 story walkup, Raheim lived on the top floor.
Elliott climbed the steps to his apartment, then took a deep breath before
knocking...


Continued in THE HOOD-15


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MANAYUNK


	With the media reporting on Philadelphia mayoral candidate David
McConnell's son's sex tape [hounding his Condominium Apartment day and
night, hoping to get a story], he had to find temporary residence
elsewhere, leaving the only home he's known since divorcing his wife and
leaving his family. And to add insult to injury, David's ex-wife
[Christina] went on camera discussing the intimate details of their
divorce, telling reporters that she was "shocked" when he came home one
evening after 20 years of marriage to tell her he was GAY. When asked if
David McConnell's sexuality had any bearing on Elliott `acting out' on
video, Christina responded: "Elliott moved out to live with his father a
few years ago, and I haven't had much contact with either of them sense! I
wouldn't be surprised if Elliott wasn't DIRECTLY influenced by his father!"
When asked what she meant by that statement, Christina McConnell went on to
say: "David is a deviate! He left his family, --his CHILDREN at a young age
to fornicate with MEN! I raised Elliott on my own! I didn't raise him to be
no GAY!"


"She's going to be the DEATH of me!" yelled McConnell [slightly
intoxicated], throwing a pillow at the TV screen. "I MIGHT have to drop out
of the candidacy...!"


"She definitely has it OUT for you...!" agreed Brian Dunn [McConnell's
advisor], picking up the pillow. "But there MAY be a way we can salvage
this..." he added, watching McConnell pour himself a series of drinks.
	McConnell looked up at Dunn as if he'd just fallen off his
rocker...


"If you have a way to salvage all of this..., I'd LOVE to hear it!" he
said, turning the glass up to his lips [feeling at the end of his rope].


"Well..." said Dunn, building suspense. "...we could SPIN this as the
`bitter, jilted, demented ex-wife jealous that her successful ex-husband's
gotten along without her' syndrome!" he suggested. "It's been done before!"


"I don't want to drag my family through the coals..." declined McConnell,
pushing the thought out of his head. "...they've been through enough
already...! I've spent the last 10 years trying to make up for making them
feel like they were abandoned...! I don't want to ADD to the drama by
spreading stories about their mother!"


"You KNOW the media is going to be all over this if we don't address
it...!" said Dunn. "We can't do anymore campaign rallies until we've made a
statement about Elliott's tape and your wife's WILD comments...!"
	McConnell collapsed in the chair, leaning back [with his legs
spread], a new drink balanced firmly in his hand...


"If I drop out..." he thought aloud, staring directly at his
advisor... "...it all goes away and become old news...! Right?"


"Is that what you want...?" asked Dunn, seeing defeat written all over
McConnell's body language.
	McConnell looked at a loss as he titled his glass to his lips...


"What else CAN I do...?" he asked, feeling the alcohol burn down his
throat. "I can't comment on the video until I've spoken to my son, but my
son isn't answering his phone...! If I don't make an official statement, my
campaign's a bust! And to top it all off, my ex-wife stabs me in the back
and twists the knife! I just can't win!"
	Dunn actually felt sorry for McConnell. Everything reverend Holmes
[McConnell's campaign opponent] wanted done, happened. A sex tape of
Elliott McConnell was made by his request; then it was anonymously sent to
the media and ran night and day to embarrass McConnell and force him to
drop out of the campaign. Holmes knew McConnell had a solid background as a
Veteran AND a respected captain on the police force. He knew running
against him would be an uphill battle, unless there was some SCANDAL in his
life.
	Dunn watched McConnell [a once prominent male figure in
Philadelphia] slowly crumble before his eyes. Reverend Holmes would be
happy if he saw how distraught he looked right now [about to cash in his
chips], but Dunn couldn't help feeling personally responsible for the man's
life falling apart...


"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep...?" asked Dunn
curiously, making McConnell a fresh drink.


"ugh..." growled McConnell, throwing his head back against the
cushions. "...sleep..., what's that?"


"You NEED sleep...!" insisted Dunn, taking the empty glass from McConnell's
hand, then replacing it with a fresh strong drink.
	McConnell lifted the glass in Dunn's honor, then turned it up to
his lips. There were a million and one things running through his mind [all
at once]. He wasn't a big drinker. In fact, every time he drank heavily, he
regretted it the next day with a horrible hangover. McConnell didn't expect
tomorrow morning to be any different as he finished off the new glass, then
found himself beginning to drift off to sleep...



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WEST PHILLY That morning...


	24 yr old DeWayne [DMoney] Wright lay in his west Philly bed, after
seeing his wife [Dedra] off to daycare and work. He had a little rendezvous
planned for that morning, and played with his stiff dick [under the covers]
in anticipation of what was coming.
	His 23 yr old assistant (Kenneth [Kobe] Brown) parked outside the
Wright family house, then used his spare key to enter without having to
disturb the owner. He briskly jotted up the stairs to the second floor [his
own dick rock hard with anticipation], then entered the master bedroom to
find his boss waiting. "Wussup...?" he asked, stopping at the door, his
dick imprint plainly visible through his slacks.
	Money lay stroking his dick under the covers...


"Sup with you, nigga...?" he asked, ready to get started. "Get yur ugly ass
over here!"


"Ugly, eh...?" said Kobe [sucking his teeth], slowly approaching as he
unzipped his pants. "I ain't ugly when I'm ridin' that ass, am I...?" he
joked.


"Yeah nigga, you ugly THEN too..." joked Money, "...that's why we fuck
doggy style!"


"WHATEVA!" responded Kobe, whipping out his 8.5" hardon as he stood beside
the bed.
	Money laughed...


"Nigga, you know I'm jokin'..." he confessed, reaching up to stroke Kobe's
dick. "...with yur Kobe Bryant lookin' ass...!"
	Kobe stared down at Money's hand stroking his dick for him, then
looked into the boss man's handsome face...


"E'rybody can't be as sexy as YOU is..." he confessed, touching Money
gently about the cheek and jawline before rubbing his thumb over his bottom
lip, seductively. The smiles quickly left both men's faces as the situation
turned serious.
	Money stared at Kobe's dick up-close for a moment, then licked his
lips before leaning forward to take him in his mouth. Kobe was surprised
when Money took his dick, sucking it for the first time. During all of
their sexual encounters, Money had never submitted orally [only giving up
ass].
	Kobe held back a gasp when he felt his boss's lips wrap around his
dick and start sucking. Just watching his boss give him head made Kobe want
to flood his mouth with cum...


	Money never intended to take his relationship with Kobe this
far. He only intended to scratch the itch in his gut a few times [whenever
necessary], and not submit to another man. Money saw firsthand what losing
one's masculinity and self-respect could do when he took over the life of
[and fucked] David Smith, the man he stole his wife Dedra from [My Woman's
Lover series]. Money had David hook, line, and sinker, treating him like a
total bitch after force fucking him for the first time. Money never wanted
Kobe to feel that way, knowing one could easily get caught up from the
power surge one feels when on top of another man.
	He took Kobe's dick into his mouth totally on impulse, wanting to
know how it felt in his mouth. He'd sucked Pooh's dick on occasion, as a
result of his `probation' after stealing monies from the west Philly drug
lord, so he knew what it felt like to have his mouth stuffed full of
dick. However, Kobe's prick wasn't as big, thick, and demanding as
Pooh's. Money had no idea how he survived all those months of being Pooh's
bitch, but he was determined to make everything right between them after
fucking up the trust in their relationship.
	Pooh was on the verge of making Money his protégé when Money stole
from him. It hurt Pooh more than anything else. He trusted Money with his
life AND loot, and felt utterly betrayed when he discovered Money gone with
his cash.


	Money slid his mouth along the shaft of his assistant, believing
him worthy a blow job after so many mouths of keeping the secret between
them. He slobbered his lips back and forth, slowly see-sawing his mouth
over the fat glandes of Kobe's manhood, painting the shaft wet with spit as
he prepared it for his ass.
	Kobe watched Money sucking his dick in disbelief, recording the
scene in his mind's eye to behold forever. What kind of straight guy sucks
another guy's dick, then lets him butt fuck him up the ass...? Money was
starting to show his true colors, and Kobe wasn't sure he could go on
respecting him after this...!
	Pulling back the covers, Kobe caught Money stroking himself while
he sucked. Kobe took Money's hardon as a sure sign that he liked servicing
dick. He reached down below Money's balls, then felt for his hidden
anus. Money instantly scooped down in bed, spreading his legs like a
trained seal, so Kobe's finger(s) could probe him. Kobe spit onto his
fingers, then returned them to Money's asshole before pushing in, inserting
one.


"You ready for this DICK, man...?" he asked, loving the way Money's asshole
pulsated around his finger.
	Money pulled off from sucking his dick, only to reach for the
lubricant he sometimes used when fucking Dedra's asshole. He anointed a
generous amount to his own anus, then reached up and greased Kobe's dick
for him before resting on his back in the middle of the bed.
	Kobe peeled off the rest of his clothes before joining Money in
bed, climbing up between his legs. Money lifted his legs voluntarily, then
ran his hand over his anus before shoving a few fingers in to loosen the
ring...


"Go ahead..." he said, removing his hand to grant entrance... "...fuck
me...!"
	Kobe aimed his greased dick up to the hole, then started to push
in. Slowly he eased in through the anal ring, sinking into the
rectum. Money's face scrunched in painful expression before calming down as
Kobe began to ground his pelvic bone into his ass, stretching his meat
around in Money's gut. "Shit..." moaned the drug master, his body adjusting
to Kobe's dick faster than before [indicating his becoming accustomed].
	Kobe stared down at the man who controlled his schedule, his dick
lodge so far up the man's ass that he could feel his heartbeat. Money's
eyes reopened with a glossed/glazed look, his dick still rock hard as he
slowly stroked it with his fist.
	Kobe pulled back with his hips [withdrawing his dick 3/4's of the
way out before pushing back in], effectively fucking Money's asshole. Money
grunted aloud [painfully], accepting the punishing strokes as he tried to
relax his body and enjoy what was happening. Kobe thrust in and out of him
gently, allowing his body to adjust to the fucking before letting loose. He
knew from experience that it always felt better for the both of them, if
Money could relax and get into it.
	He leaned in over Money, placing his hands on either side of
Money's body as he began to pick up pace. Money reached up with his free
hand and grasped the side of Kobe's thrusting waist, slicing his dick
through the gripping hole faster...



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MANAYANK


	Dunn watched McConnell sleep [his head slumped forward as he sat
back in a comfortable chair]. Reverend Holmes once accused Dunn of being
`soft', wondering if he was `sweet' on McConnell...? Dunn lied when he told
Holmes "No...", knowing full well that he had developed feeling for his
newest boss. Unlike most politicians Dunn had worked with in the past,
McConnell was the most genuine, in which he genuinely cared about people
and had their best personal interests at heart. Dunn hadn't met a
politician who thought of people before themselves, and couldn't help
finding those redeeming qualities somewhat attractive in McConnell.


	He paced the floor, watching the older man sleep. Like himself,
McConnell was a mixed breed, with black AND white biological
parents. McConnell was raised by his parents, who actually married and
raised him and his siblings in one household. Dunn [however] was adopted
into a white family, and lived in a predominately white community that he
never completely felt welcomed in. His adopted parents often whored him out
to their friends, particularly at parties where his father's male friends
were allowed to visit his room while he was sleeping. A lot of the men that
took advantage of him, made certain he knew how worthless he was as a mixed
breed African American, telling him "no one will believe you if you tell
them what happened...!". He cried himself to sleep many nights, his anus
and throat often too sore to speak or sit for days after. Eventually Dunn
learned to live with [and LIKE] what the men did to him, and even began
introducing some of the neighborhood boys [he often played with] into the
sex games, giving many of them their first blow jobs and/or first taste of
anal sex. He grew up being abused by nearly every male in his life, even
offering his special services to his superiors [i.e. teachers, coaches,
etc,]. Once in college, he became `house bitch' for his frat brothers, and
often got gang banged around the clock. If it weren't for Dunn's high IQ
and easy studying practices, he might not have ever finished college at
all.


	Dunn walked over to McConnell, then removed the empty glass from
his hand before getting onto his knees before him. "McConnell...?" he
called, softly shaking his arm to check and see if he was awake? When
McConnell didn't answer, Dunn reached in and began massaging the large LUMP
in McConnell's crotch. He was immediately impressed as soon as he felt
it. Something TOLD him that McConnell would be well endowed [Dunn had a
knack for sizing men up].
	Certain that McConnell was asleep, he began to undo his pants. With
anticipation running wildly through his veins as he unfastened McConnell's
belt and unzipped his pants, he reached into his employer's boxers and
fished out his stiff [curved] erection, watching it tower from his shorts
like the Leaning Tower Of Pisa.


	Dunn smiled as he slowly stroked McConnell's dick. It was indeed
how he pictured it might look. He peeled back the foreskin, then leaned
forward and took the helmet like head into his mouth, polishing it
thoroughly. The head filled his oral cavity to completion, like holding the
head of a large sweet candy coated blow-pop in his mouth.
	Dunn swirled his mouth around the crown for a moment [enjoying the
taste], before slowly sinking his mouth down over the shaft, swallowing the
entire dick like an Anaconda would a meal. Dunn nuzzled his face in
McConnell's crotch, holding his thickly curved dick 9.5 inches deep in his
throat. Dunn's lips nibbled around the base of the big dick before he
slowly began to retreat, dragging his lips back up the slightly curved
shaft until he was [once again] suckling sweetly on the helmet capped head.
	Glancing up at McConnell's face, he noticed McConnell's eyes wide
open, staring back down at him curiously...


"What'rrrr you doooin...?" asked McConnell, slightly inebriated [and
obviously horny].


"Shhh...go back to sleep..." said Dunn, coming up off the dick for a moment
to speak. "...I'm helping you relax...!"


"Noooo..." slurred McConnell, protesting when he felt Dunn's hot mouth
return to his dick. "...doooonnnn'tttttt..." he sighed, pushing at Dunn's
shoulders [rather weakly].
	Dunn ignored McConnell's protests, and kept sucking as he bobbed
his head up and down in his employer's lap. He loved the feeling of the
former captain's fat dick in his mouth, and definitely loved giving him
pleasure. He easily pushed the former captain's hands aside as he swirled
his head in circles to give his famed corkscrew effect, causing McConnell's
head fell back in absolute ecstasy.
	Even in his drunken state, McConnell knew he was getting a first
class blow job. He groaned [accordingly] every time Dunn's mouth plunged
down around the base of his dick, taking him whole. He could feel the man's
talented throat envelop him, then clamp down as Dunn practiced throat
motions before retreating back up the head, corkscrewing circles around the
cap.


"Shhhhiiiitttt..." moaned McConnell, no longer sure if he should interrupt
this feeling...?
	Dunn capitalized on McConnell's weakness/confusion by bobbing his
head repeatedly, plunging his throat down around the thick slick shaft like
a Fleshlight, making McConnell feel better than he had in weeks.
	Up and down, up and down, up and down –he plunged his open mouth
and throat, taking deep gasps of breaths on the upstroke as his saliva
coated the entire shaft like a thick lubricant.
	McConnell could feel himself getting close to climax as Dunn held
his hands by his sides.


"uuhhhh...ooohhhhh..." moaned David, unable to decipher anything mentally
except the exquisite feeling happening to his dick. Instinctively he
started to thrust, fucking up into Dunn's mouth and throat as Dunn plunged
down, impaling himself on all 9 and 1/2 inches.
	Soon the rhythm between them was running like a well-oiled
machine. Dunn could feel McConnell's dick thicken in his throat, just
before it started to spit a copious mount of sperm straight down into his
gullet, feeding him the seed he desperately needed.


"uuurrrrhhhhhh...!!" groaned McConnell, squirming in his seat as his dick
unleashed torrid tides of semen directly into Dunn's hungry stomach.
	McConnell collapsed back in his chair [completely exhausted], even
before his dick finished draining. Dunn continued to suck, milking every
drop from the long curved pipe. But McConnell's dick continued to stay
hard, long after he seemed to drift back off to sleep. Dunn took that as an
opportunity to explore their new relationship even further.
	Standing up, he pulled a small package of lubricant from his wallet
for emergencies, then removed his clothes and climbed up into the chair
with McConnell. Straddling his thighs, he aligned his ass with McConnell's
curved dick then sat down, feeling the dick sink into his rectum.


"Uhhh..." groaned Dunn [transfixed], sinking his ass cheeks into
McConnell's lap and squeezing his sphincter muscles around the dick base.
	McConnell stirred as his dick was suddenly plunged into hot wetness
once more. He opened his eyes and looked up at his campaign advisor, seeing
him up-close for the very first time.
	Dunn ground his ass in McConnell's lap, churning his mighty manhood
around in his gut before slowly lifting up, sliding his anus up the thickly
curved shaft until his anal ring was sucking softly on the fat
head. McConnell opened his mouth to protest, then Dunn suddenly changed
directions and plowed his ass back down into his lap, quickly burying the
dick back in his gut. McConnell's protests turned into groans as his dick
throbbed wantonly in Dunn's bowels. Dunn instantly knew once he began
bouncing his ass on McConnell's stiff dick, that he had him hook, line, and
sinker.


	McConnell groaned as his dick was fucked without his consent. He
knew the man fucking atop his dick wasn't his boyfriend, but his judgment
was compromised by the amount of alcohol he decided to consume. He knew he
should push the man off of him, but his mind was spinning, his stomach was
empty of food, and his dick felt too amazing to stop what was happening. He
simply sat back and allowed Dunn to fuck his dick, painfully relishing the
feel of his hot ass sliding up and down his dick, making him feel good.


	Dunn understood McConnell's confused state of mind, as he had
slipped a MICKEY into the mayoral candidate's drink. Dunn carrying a small
vale of liquid FUC in his pocket, just waiting for the right opportunity to
use it on his employer. He knew McConnell would probably have nothing to do
with him otherwise [as he had worked for many shady characters:
i.e. --Tempest Williams, Malcolm H. Holmes, and former mayor elect Anthony
Edwards], so he slipped the drug into his drink, hoping it might INSPIRE
him.
	Dunn knew McConnell's erection would likely remain for hours,
enabling him to ride it though dawn break. He couldn't help but squeal in
delight every time he plunged downward, feeling the magnificent meaty rod
fill him completely, invading his body like an hostile takeover.
	Dunn bounced and bounced, until his legs began to clamp. Not giving
up to defeat, his simply pulled off of McConnell's erection, then turned
around and reinserted it, leaning back against McConnell's torso.


"Oh yesssss..." moaned Dunn, feeling full of himself as he began lifting
and lowering his ass again, driving his asshole down on the dick standing
up penetrating him. He could hear McConnell's manly grunts and groans
behind him in his ear, and titled his head back until his noggin was
resting on McConnell's shoulder. He could feel McConnell beginning to
thrust again, gingerly sending his dick up into his gut with tentative
thrusts.


"Yes...! Oh yes...!" moaned Dunn, liking any action McConnell gave him. He
worked his hips up and down, rotating them counterclockwise to churn the
meaty sausage around inside him. When McConnell's hands slowly started to
move up his naked body [feeling him curiously], he knew the drugs were
beginning to kick in.
	Getting up, he dislodged from McConnell's thick curved, then got
down onto the floor on all fours. "Fuck me...!" he insisted, looking back
over his shoulder as he offered up his ass submissively. "Fuck me,
McConnell...PLEASE...!" he begged.
	McConnell looked down at Dunn's available ass [the brown cheeks
spread miles apart, highlighting the deep indented (gaping) anus, which
obviously saw a lot of battles in its time], and instantly felt a deep
seeded LUST course through his veins...


	Jumping up from the chair, he crouched down behind Dunn, then
immediately speared him on the end of his dick, quickly impaling him on 9
and 1/2 inches of solid manhood. Dunn groaned like a wounded dog as he
tried to lay flat on his stomach, but McConnell had other plans for that
hot ass as he held Dunn's hips tightly in his grasps, then started to hot
fuck that ass with all the strength he could muster...



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WEST PHILLY


	Kobe held onto the backs of DMoney's legs as he got up onto his
knees for better leverage, using the full of his weight to press his legs
down against his chest. Money felt himself doubled in half as his ass was
thoroughly fucked. His dick throbbed hard above his belly, pulsing like a
sore thumb as his body was pounded by his top employee.
	Kobe felt adrenaline rush through him, as he watched Money's
reaction to his fuck. Indeed Money couldn't brag about being the TOP man
anymore, not with the way he was taking dick. Kobe found himself fucking
Money extra hard, putting some ZING into his stroke to see if Money would
MAN up and make him stop fucking?
	However the harder Kobe fucked, the more Money seemed to like
it. He pressed Money's knees to the mattress, then started power pounding
his ass with even harder strokes. The bed bounced and squeaked under the
weight of their combined bodies, giving witness to their motion.


	Money looked down between their crashing forms to watch Kobe's dick
sliding through him. He could see the long length of the dark dick
disappear just beyond his balls, slamming into his asshole with every
stroke. He glanced up Kobe's slender/medium muscular build, watching his
stomach crunch every time he thrust into him. Looking up into Kobe's face,
he found the dark skin male staring back down at him, a lustful glint in
his smoldering eyes as he seemed to look through him.
	Kobe [of course] felt as if he COULD see straight through Money,
seeing the faggot hiding within. Surely no gay guy enjoyed getting butt
fucked more than Money. Kobe could see all Money's excitement, just by
looking at his drooling hardon as it throbbed with a life of its own,
pulsating thickly, even when left alone.
	Money felt Kobe's thrusts becoming more and more aggressive,
slamming into him with the power of a body builder. Money held onto Kobe's
torso as he fucked, watching his muscles tense the closer he got to losing
his load.


"Damn I love fuckin' this ass...!" admitted Kobe, alternating watching his
dick penetrate Money's anus, and enjoying Money's facial expressions. As
much as he enjoyed watching his dick disappear up his boss's ass, he also
loved watching Money's expressions, registering everything from complete
pain and discomfort, to simple joy and admiration. He loved looking down
into his glossy eyes while pounding him hard, showing him [really] who's
boss as their bodies beat together like a musical instrument.
	Kobe could FEEL the shifting of power flowing through them as they
fucked. Every time he fucked Money up the ass, a little more power flowed
his way. Soon he understood he'd be leading the Underground, knowing they
would need a REAL leader who wasn't compromised by his weaker side. Indeed
any man who would allow himself to be fucked by another man, was weak! What
strong hetero man would allow himself to be put in such a delicate
position? Who could respect and FOLLOW a man who would give up his
masculinity to be butt fucked up the ass like a bitch? Once word of Money's
weakness got around, The Syndicate would be looking for a replacement,
someone untainted by the lure from another man's crotch!


"Uhhh shit..., I'm about to cum...!" he announced, his eyes fluttering as
his body went into overdrive. Money felt him picking up speed as his hips
slapped fasted and louder, beating his dick directly through the elastic
anal ring to bury itself [time and time again] deeper inside his body.
	Money could feel the thrusts becoming more urgent as Kobe fought to
hold back for as long as he could. He wanted the fuck to last longer, to
feel more power transfer between them as he TOOK Money's manhood. Even with
his eyes closed he could feel Money's hands roaming his body, pulling him
closer, wanting [NEEDING] his cum to explode inside him, to fill his
faggoty hole with the rich seed it needed to nourish from.


"AWWWW fuck...! I'm COMIN'...!!" yelled Kobe, slamming in one last time
before holding himself in deep. Money felt the dick straining inside him
for a moment, then felt it throbbing erratically as it suddenly burst a
series of thick gobs of cum cream into him. "AAARRRRRRHHHHH YEEAAHHH...!!!"
screamed Kobe, losing his load as all of his strength and essence excreted
along with his semen.
	Money could feel the warm flow of sperm filling his colon, flooding
his innards with a deep surge. Kobe ground against him, too weak to
continue pumping as he simply let his dick drain. Money lowered his legs
around Kobe's waist [the spurting dick still embedded inside him], then
started stroking his own erection. Kobe watched as Money milked his shaft
in his fist, then hosed a half dozen spurts of cum over his own heaving
chest and stomach.


"URHHH...URRHHH...UHH...UHHH...OHHH...OHH..." grunted Money, as the cum
shot from him in quick succession.
	Kobe watched as Money ran his fingers through his own cum, then
lifted them to his mouth to lick clean...


"ummm..." he moaned, obviously liking the taste... "...we need to get
dressed...!" he insisted, knowing they had a busy day ahead...



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MANAYUNK


	32 yr old Brian Dunn clawed desperately at the hard [corporate
style] carpet, as David McConnell fucked aggressively angrily at his ass.
	It wasn't that Dunn couldn't handle McConnell [after all he'd been
physically raped by some of the best aggressors in the city:
i.e. –Tempest, Pooh, Marvin, Kane, etc], he just wasn't expecting the
peaceable Captain to be an aggressive monster in bed. His body quickly
adjusted to the change in technique, as his anus dilated, becoming more
accessible.


	McConnell had no idea his body was working off an illegal street
drug. He felt completely energized and robust, his fat dick a harpoon as he
used it to spear Dunn's blow hole head-on, impaling him deeply with every
thrust.
	He loved watching his dick penetrate the anal gap, bursting through
stretched ring and plowing into the massaging rectum like a bulldozer,
knocking down everything in its path. He slammed his hairy pelvis against
Dunn's upturned ass with every inward stroke, burying his dick bone deep
like a hound dog. Nothing [nor heaven or hell] could keep him from plowing
that fuckable ass, his lust driven by the mere sight of the hallow hole
needing filling.
	Dunn rested his facial cheeks to the carpet, his ass hiked high in
the air, making an excellent target. He could feel McConnell's curved dick
hitting bulls-eye with every stroke, the fat curve thrusting in and out of
him like a forearm, making his anus cream itself.


"Oh god...! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooohhhh yeesssss..."
	McConnell could feel Dunn's anus beginning to the throb
uncontrollably around his thrusting dick, milking his shaft like a farm
hand as it pumped and squeezed his plunging phallus like a hungry mouth.
	Sensing Dunn's orgasm, McConnell reached down and pulled his
advisor up by the chin, pulling his head all the way back as if he were
pulling the bridle of a horse. Dunn grunted aloud as his back was extremely
arches, bowing like a shoe horn as his ass protruded more for McConnell's
use.


"URRRHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...!" grunted Dunn, after every
new thrust. McConnell liked hearing the man grunt in pain as he jammed him
with everything he had, hammering hard at the convulsing hole until his own
orgasm suddenly came upon him...


"AAAARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!" he roared like a lion, filling the
ass full of his precious baby batter.
	He collapsed on top of Dunn, who in turn fell face down on the
floor, his ass completely impaled on his employer's pulsing manhood as it
filled him with its second dose of surge.
	McConnell panted breathlessly in Dunn's ear as he fought to catch
his breath, his dick still hard [refusing to go down] as it stayed buried
in Dunn's rump...




This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com
aka EUGENE MARVIN
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