Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 23:38:37 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: the district-18 THE DISTRICT-18 Suburban Decline Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< MANAYUNK 52 yr old David McConnell [former police captain and now candidate for city mayor] lay in a strange bed, naked under the sheets. McConnell had to move out of his long time condominium, after a sex tape involving his 23 yr old police rookie son [Elliott] was leaked to the media. Reporters hounded his door day and night, trying to elicit a response, but McConnell refused to comment on his son's actions, wanting to at least talk to Elliott personally before making any public declamations. Unfortunately David's ex-wife, Christina [who had a fallout with their son some time ago], had no qualms about going on record and saying she expected no less from her deviant son, after moving in with his homosexual father who left their family for a life with another man many years ago prior. McConnell drank himself into a stupor after watching reports of his popularity plummet. After falling asleep in a chair, he awoke to find his campaign advisor [Brian Dunn] on his knees between his legs, sucking his dick. But Dunn didn't stop there [after secretly longing for McConnell for years], he climbed up on top of McConnell and began fucking his own ass up and down on his upright dick [chap-16], after slipping McConnell what is commonly known as a `mickey'. McConnell now slept in bed, dreaming nightmares about having inappropriate sex with his untrustworthy campaign advisor Brian Dunn. In his dreams he could practically [still] feel Dunn's hot mouth and juicy asshole wrapped around his dick, as he shot hot semen directly into his advisor's anal orifices. At the same time, McConnnell's 31 yr old boyfriend was just getting in from working undercover in a drug house as a dealer. For Ramone Davenport, working undercover [pretending to be something he wasn't], was something he always wanted to do. He got a rush every time a job was completed, when all of his evidence was gathered and processed against the bad guys. There was a lot of evidence they needed to collect to catch the street corner drug dealers and their bosses, to make certain the convictions stuck. For Ramone, there was no better feeling for a job well done then watching all the dealers that thought they were untouchable, carted off in handcuffs to jail. Ramone walked into his and McConnell new temporary home away from home, expecting to find David bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to conquer the world. Instead he found his better half still snoring in bed, reeking of alcohol he consumed the night before... "David...?" he called, gently shaking his partner to see if there was some important place he needed to be that morning? But McConnell didn't wake, he rolled over onto his back instead, a large prominent tent forming over his groin where his morning erection arose with the sun. Ramone found the morning stiffy too enticing to overlook, as he quickly stripped down and fetched the lubricant from nearby. Greasing his boyfriend's curved penis and his own anus, he straddled McConnell's waist and wedged the dick between his ass cheeks before sitting back on it. "URRHHH...!" he grunted as the penis penetrated his tight anal ring, before sinking all the way up inside him like a tree root. Ramone nestled his ass cheeks into McConnell's lap, then started to slowly lift and lower himself on his big dick. For the first few minutes McConnell didn't stir, he continued sleeping straight through as if nothing was happening to him. Then [as Ramone's asshole became more accustomed to sliding up and down the solid shaft] he started to moan softly in his sleep, as if having an erotic dream. Ramone knew McConnell's sex drive, and knew he would awaken to find him riding his dick and be ecstatic with delight. Ramone reached down and began jerking his own big dick, slowly stroking himself while sliding his ass up and down on his boyfriend's swollen meat. He loved watching McConnell groan in his sleep, squirming about as he started to instinctively thrust up, fucking whatever he was dreaming about. Ramone could feel the dick starting to pulse and throb as he rode, prompting him to fuck himself harder. He slid his ass up and down the hard shaft, feeling it strain inside him every time he hit bottom. McConnell's moans started to become more lucid, as if he were beginning to awaken. His hands snaked about Ramone's hips, his fingernails digging into the riding man's skin as he rode like a cowboy breaking in a wild steed. "Oh shit..." moaned McConnell, thrusting up into the ass. Ramone stroked his dick faster, getting closer to blowing his own wad. He'd spent most of the night in a crack house, watching girls and young turned out boys whore themselves for a hit. It was a wonder that the drug dealers made any money at all sometimes, with all the ass and pussy they fucked. Ramone left the crack house feeling horny as hell, there was only so much one could witness before it started to affect him. Coming home and finding McConnell asleep and hard-up, was like finding a message in a bottle, Ramone couldn't let the moment pass without taking advantage of it. "URHHHHH...!" grunted Ramone, shooting semen directly across McConnell's hairy chest in thick heavy spurts. McConnell felt the asshole sliding on his shaft suddenly clamp down and spasm, at that same moment he thrust up into the hot wet orifice, and come... "OOOOHHHHHHH..." he moaned aloud, coming while half sleep. "...OOOOHHHH...Brian..." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SUBURBIA 16 yr old Jimmy Sykes' life was never the same after his experience at The Embassy Suites Hotel out by the airport. He and his friend Duncan Wilde boarded the Charter Bus to Philly, believing they would make a lot of easy money working for a drug dealer, smuggling drugs through city lines. They were told to strip out of their clothes, shower, and were given enemas to clean out their rectums so the drugs could be fitted into their colons. The boys did as told, even partaking in a free array of drug paraphernalia which was sat out on display for their use. Many of the boys participated in getting high, using some of the new drugs for the first time without knowing exactly what they would DO to them. After a couple of hours the boys were too stoned to move. That's when a large group of African American businessmen came into the suites, taking full advantage of the young comatose Caucasians. Jimmy had vast recollections of having his breathing cut off by huge black cocks which were stuffed down the back of his throat. Too weakened to fight back, he simply had to lie there while his body was molested and probed. While his face was being fucked at one end, he felt his asshole being greased at the other, as someone's fingers forced their way up inside him, greasing his anal track for fucking. Jimmy wasn't even able to beg for his manhood as the dick down his throat prevented him from speaking entirely. He could still practically feel that first cock boring into his ass, tearing through flesh as it ripped pass his sphincter muscles to bury inside his rectum. He could feel himself being speared in both directions, his body invaded by thick hard cock as he lay squirming between them, nothing more than fuck holes for their big penises to dump in. Jimmy felt doubly bad as HE was the one who talked his friend Duncan into joining him, telling him `it's the opportunity of a lifetime!' Duncan had been hesitant, fearing getting caught smuggling in the city where they didn't know anyone, but Jimmy assured him that it would be easy and that they would make enough money to hold them over for the entire summer. Duncan agreed to go only because Jimmy was so sure of himself. When they got to the hotel room [along with a dozen or so other boys around their age range], they were surprised to find drugs readily available for them to use. Some of the boys jumped right into the paraphernalia, already having had drug addictions, but Duncan was among the last to try, and only at the insistence of one of the escorts who hovered around them, watching their every moves. "Don't see nothin' you like...?" asked the black escort, noticing Duncan's un-involvement. "I only smoke weed..." said Duncan, watching his friend [Jimmy] pop pills with some other kids. "Here you go..." said the escort, picking up a fatty from the selection. "...this's primo weed imported from Columbia...! Best there is!" "What's IN it...?" asked Duncan, sitting in his underwear after his humiliating enema. "Just naturally grown cannabis..." said the man, "...at its purest with NO additives! Yuv neva had weed this STRONG b'fore!" he assured. Duncan allowed the man to light his joint for him, then took a deep inhale, feeling the smoke instantly fill his lungs. It was definitely potent. Duncan could feel his head beginning to swirl and swoon, becoming lightheaded almost immediately after just a few puffs. But like all of the other teens, he continued to indulge long pass his limitations, and soon found himself lying back hopelessly across a vintage Chaise Lounge Chair. Duncan had no idea how long he passed out, but when he awakened it was to find most of the boys heavily engaged sexually with black adult men. Someone walked over to him [the man's big dick swaying back and forth as he walked], gripped a handful of his hair, then yanked him up off his back and down onto his knees on the floor. That's when Duncan saw his best friend [Jimmy] getting fucked at both ends by 2 black men, each holding his head and hips and driving their big dicks through his straining orifices as if he were made for them to fuck. The man holding Duncan's hair slapped him across the face with his dick to get his attention, then stuffed his big rod in the boy's gaped mouth. Duncan couldn't stop the prick from gaining access into his oral cavity, piercing through his lips and teeth to pummel straight down the back of his throat. He gagged and tried to flee, but the man easily held him prisoner as he assaulted his mouth, jamming his cock in and out. Duncan thought he might pass out again from a lack of oxygen, but was surprised when the cock was just as suddenly yanked from his throat. He could feel himself being lifted off the floor and thrown across the lounge chair on his hands and knees. The man fell to his knees behind him, then shoved his face between his ass cheeks. Duncan felt his first tongue washing over his just cleansed pucker. He tried to squirm away, but remained locked in place when the man held onto his hips and ass. After a few minutes of deep tongue fucking, the man stood up and rammed his cock straight into his anus, grabbing another fistful of Duncan's black hair to yank his head back to drive his ass backwards onto his plunging dick [as experienced back in chapter-10]. NOW, weeks after their first encounters with the drug FUC and all its ramifications, Jimmy and Duncan found themselves selling their bodies to get their next highs. The boys scavenge the streets and bars late at night in their town, offering themselves to passerbys who couldn't score with the ladies. They'd climb into a man's car and suck his dick on a deserted street or parking lot, or get fucked in an alleyway behind a dumpster, anything to earn enough money to buy their next hit. In fact, Duncan got caught searching through his parents' draws, looking for cash. "What the HELL you doing in here boy...?!" asked his beer drinking father, standing in the bedroom doorway of their family home. "uh..." answered Duncan, caught red handed. "...I needed...a condom...!" "In MY drawer...?" questioned his father, skeptically. "Your mother and I ain't used condoms a day in our lives..., how you think you're ungrateful ass got here...?" "Oh, okay..." said Duncan, making a dash for the door. "Hold it!" ordered his father, blocking his way. "You on drugs or something...?" he asked, staring into the boy's eyes. "NO...!" lied Duncan, trying not to look his father in the eyes. "Why you ask me that...?" "Bullshit! Cuz I can SEE the desperation in your eyes!" said the older man, grabbing his son by the chin. "What'cha on...? Coke? Crack? Oxycodone?" "NONE of thee above!" answered Duncan, shoving his father's hand aside. "What'd you steal from my drawer, then...?" he asked, knowing his son stole something. "Nothing! I didn't take nothing!" yelled Duncan, trying to brush by his father. "Bullshit! Empty out your pockets!" ordered his dad. "NO!" argued Duncan, struggling to get away. Eddie Wilde gripped his son by the shoulders, then shoved him back into the bedroom... "Empty your pockets!" ordered Mr Wilde. Duncan knew he was caught... "But dad..." he tried to plead, innocently... "Empty them!" yelled his father. Duncan reluctantly reached into his pockets, then pulled out his mother's jewelry... "You lil' bastard...!" snarled Wilde, removing his belt to punish his son. "I'm sorry dad!" cried the boy, falling to his knees for forgiveness. "I got hooked on drugs when I went to this gathering and these BLACK MEN made us get high and fucked us all afternoon before driving us back here and dumping us all off to get home as best we could I have no idea what I took I smoked some weed but there must've been something else laced inside it cuz next thing I knew I was getting fucked in the ass by some guy and they passed us around all afternoon I'm so sorry dad...!" "Let me get this straight..." said Edward Wilde, as his son groveled at his feet. "...you let some NIGGERS fuck you up the ass..." he questioned, hearing something about black men... "Well, yeah..., but they MADE us do it..." said Duncan, begging for forgiveness. "...you let NIGGERS fuck you up the ass...before you let your own father...?!??" asked Wilde, disturbed with the idea. "But...but..." said Duncan, unsure how to respond. "Get up on the bed and take off your clothes before your mother gets home...!" ordered his father, undoing his pants. Duncan climbed up onto the bed... "What about the jewelry...?" he asked, contemplating a deal. "Do I get to keep it...?" "You're lucky I let you keep a roof over your head...!" countered Eddie Wilde, believing his son ungrateful. "Now take those pants off..., let me see that butt pussy, THEN I'll decide if you can keep your mother's jewelry or not!" Duncan shed his clothes as fast as he could, stripping naked before rolling over on his stomach and parting his legs, giving his father a grand look at his bare ass for the first time since he was a kid... "Nice..." said Edward Wilde, reaching out to massage his son's bare bottom as he parted the cheeks to gaze at the luscious hole... "...been awhile since I saw pussy this pretty..." he added, licking his lips before burying his face in the boy's hot ass... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< MANAYUNK "BRIAN...?" repeated Ramone, jumping from the bed. "Brain DUNN...? REALLY??!" he asked, grabbing his pants off the floor. "Ramone..." corrected McConnell, coming out of his hazy dream. "Oh, NOW you know my name!" said the detective, angrily. "What the hell do you and Dunn be doing when I'm not around...?!" "Nothing!" answered McConnell, sitting up in bed [shaking the cobwebs from his head]. "I was..., I was...just dreaming..." "Dreaming you were fucking Brian Dunn...?!" asked Ramone, sliding back into his pants. "No..." answered McConnell, trying to discern if his dreams were just dreams or memories...? "...I was dreaming we were preparing to speak at a benefit...when it suddenly...it turned..., I found YOU on top of me..." he said, confused..., making Ramone realize he might be overreacting. "Oh..." said Ramone, believing he was being unreasonable. "...so what were you doing last night..., drinking...?" "Yeah..." chuckled McConnell shamefully, rubbing his hand over his close cut hair. "...I think I may've had a FEW too many...!" "Why...? What happened since I last checked in...?" asked Ramone, sitting on the edge of the bed [facing his lover]... "Christina...!" said McConnell in a nutshell. "She went on TV saying some not so great things about Elliott and me..., things I'm not sure our campaign can recover from...!" "Well...what does Dunn say about it...?" asked Ramone, "I mean, after all, he IS your campaign advisor...!" "Dunn suggests we counter her attacks by building her as the jilted ex-wife..." said McConnell, rushing to the bathroom to relieve himself. "Which she IS!" stated Ramone, watching McConnell's well fit body jetting off into the bathroom, his firm but slightly sagging ass cheeks jiggling as he walked... "She's STILL the mother of my children..." said McConnell, calling out from the toilet. "...I won't drag her name through the mud just to secure a couple of votes...!" "That's why I love you so much..." smiled Ramone, following McConnell into the bathroom. "...you're so damn noble...!" "I just don't think people wouldn't want to vote for someone who airs his dirty laundry in the streets!" stated McConnell. "So what're you going to do...?" asked Ramone, leaning in the doorway as he watched McConnell take a leak. "We're going to FIND Elliott, and TALK to him, figure out what happened..., then GO on with the campaign as usual...! Hopefully everything will blow over soon..." "So you're just gonna WISH it away...?" asked Ramone. "I don't think it'll go away that easily! Remember Monica Lewinski?" "I'm nowhere NEAR as important as the President..." scuffed McConnell, "...AND it was my SON in the video, not me...!" "Semantics!" responded Ramone. "You're going to HAVE to come up with something more than nothing at all...! We've got to think of a reason for the video..., as if we already knew it existed...!" "Undercover work...?" asked McConnell, curiously. "You think people would BUY that idea...?" "If we package it well with a good subplot..., they'll buy anything...!" stated Ramone, confidently. McConnell thought it over, flushing the toilet... "Let's call Dunn and see what we can brainstorm...!" he said, believing they had a shot... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SUBURBIA 36 yr old Edward Wilde held his 16 yr old son's ass cheeks open with his unshaved face wedged up the crack, licking his teenage fuck-hole. He'd just learned his son had been `pussy' for black men who doped him up and used him like a cheap prostitute. The idea of his All American son getting gut speared by niggers didn't sit well in Ed's stomach, so the only way to restore his son's American virtue was to replace all the nigger sperm he collected inside him with the purity of his own heritage. Edward Wilde lapped at his son's boy-pussy with his fat stubbed tongue, washing it thoroughly as he pretended it was a juicy cunt. Indeed eating his son's ass was as close to tasting pussy as he'd gotten in months, having fucked his wife on only rare occasions. His cock was rock hard as he darted his tongue over the warm flesh, listening to his son moan and groan in sluttish delight. Ed slowly jacked his own cock as he ate, tearing his face from his boy's tender roost only to nestle his reddened cock up between the cheeks. He could tell by his son's reaction [arching his back as he pressed his ass back invitingly], that he wanted his cock as much as he wanted to give it to him. He pulled back a few inches, then aimed his prick head up against the spit slick hole and pushed in. "Oh god..." groaned Duncan as his father's cock moved inside him, penetrating his anal ring to bury head first into his welcoming cunt. "Yeah boy..., feel that COCK inside you...?" asked the father, gripping his son's waist as he ground his pecker around in his gut. "That's the cock that MADE you, boy! The cock that impregnated your mother! Now it's gonna do the same to YOU!" "DO it daddy..." encouraged Duncan, his face pressed against the mattress his parents slept on nightly. "...FUCK ME! Impregnate me with my brothers and sisters!" "You got it, bitch!" snarled Edward, pushing back and forth as he began fucking his only son. He watched his cock moving in and out of the boy's sweet asshole, burying himself with every inward stroke as his dick slipped back and forth through the sucking anal ring. Edward knew instantly that this wouldn't be the last time he fucked his son, pussy like THIS needed to be fucked regularly, not on special occasions like with his wife. "Oh yeah, boy..., your pussy's still tight..." he said, surprised. "...I'm gonna have FUN fucking this ass on the regular!" "Dad...you mean...?" asked Duncan, looking back over his shoulder. "That's right, pussy-boy..." grinned Edward. "...if you wanna continue living here rent free, you're gonna have to start PUTTING OUT regularly! It's about time your ass started pulling its weight around here!" "Yes sir, whatever you say daddy...!" agreed Duncan, feeling his father fuck him harder. The 36 yr old Wilde didn't take it easy on his son, he fucked him as hard and as brutal as any chick he'd ever had his dick in, ramming him hard and deep as he stabbed his 7.5" prick through his anal gut with increasing velocity. He could scarcely recall the last time he and Duncan's mother made the bed creak as much as they did right now, the headboard banging against the neighbor's wall as he pounded his son through his upturned backside. "Your cock feels so BIG daddy..." moaned Duncan, squirm underneath his dad's heavy thrusts. "Your body'll get used to it the more I fuck ya...!" insured Eddie, never missing a stroke as he fucked harder and wilder. "I'm gonna fuck this pussy every night after your mother goes to sleep..." he informed, "...you'll go to sleep with my cum buried in your boy-cunt every night while you're living here! Then every morning after she leaves for work!" he continued, hammering hard into his ass. "Would you like that, boy...? Would you like to be your dad's personal cum dump?!" "Oh yes daddy...! I'll do whatever you want! Any way you want me, I'm yours!" promised Duncan, willing to do whatever he needed to keep getting high. Edward Wilde loved hearing his son accept his offer, knowing he'd have a hot tight pussy to fuck regularly for years to come. He couldn't get over how tight his son's butt-cunt was, as tight as his wife's once was before they had kids! He could feel his orgasm coming quickly as he pounded deeper, pulling his son's ass back onto his thrusts with every stroke before finally planting his dick inside and unloading... "I'm coming, boy...!" he warned, burying bone deep as he ground his pubic bone into the hot ass. "Feel that cum flooding your pussy! Take it, boy! Take that load! AARRRHHHHH...!!!" he screamed as he came, shooting directly in his son's colon. Duncan could feel his dad's injections of hot semen, even as he lifted up onto his knees and jacked his own erection, shooting cum all over his parents bed sheets. The 2 men came together, locked in each other's arms as Edward Wilde held his son's body close to his, his hairy [beer belly] stomach and chest plastered to Duncan's bare back as he emptied his load in his ass. They fell together against the mattress, Eddie Wilde smash his son against the sheets as he continued to drain inside him... "What about that jewelry...?" asked Duncan, knowing he could TRADE that for more drugs. "Anything you want boy, it's YOURS...!" proclaimed Eddie, feeling his son's cunt milk his dick... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com aka EUGENE MARVIN ________________________________________________ To leave comments, questions, and/or suggests, write me at address above, or hit me up on Facebook for updates on what I'm currently working on.