Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 13:39:43 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: The District 30

THE DISTRICT-30
Turning Points

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


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SOUTH PHILLY
Morning...


	47 yr old Julio Espisedo pulled up in front of A-Building at
Roswell Heights [a south Philly housing development]. He looked down at the
address he had scribbled on a piece of paper, then headed into building to
take the elevator up to the 6th floor.
	Julio was well aware of The Projects, having lived down the street
from the neighborhood eyesore for years. In fact his son was killed because
of these Projects [the last of its kind in the Phila area].
	He got off the elevator, then walked down to the numbered door he
was looking for and knocked. It was well after 10am, and he knew Junior
would be in school, allowing him to have a private conversation with his
parents.


"Yes...?" asked 41 yr old Jerome Sr,, answering the door.


"Mr Taylor...? I'm Julio Espisedo..." he introduced, shaking hands. "...I'm
here to talk about your SON, Junior...!"


"Oh...?" said Jerome, looking the Puerto-Rican man up and down. "Come
in...!" he offered, closing the door behind them. "How do you KNOW,
Junior...?" he asked, curiously.
	Roseland Taylor [Jerome's 40 year old pregnant wife] came out of
the bedroom in her nightgown, her prominent belly showing the few months
she had left to carry.


"He's come to a couple of my weekly Father's Against Drugs meetings at my
house..." answered Julio, much to Jerome's surprise.


"Oh really...?" responded the father, having had no clue.


"Is something wrong...?" asked Roseland, slowly approaching the
conversation.


"uh, no honey..." answered Jerome. "...Mr. Espisedo just came by to talk
about Junior...!"


"What about him...?" asked Roseland, looking Julio up and down as if he was
something good to eat.


"uh..., are either of you aware that your son Junior was selling DRUGS in
the streets...?" asked Julio, bluntly.
	Jerome and Roseland looked at each other...


"uh...yes...we were aware..." said the father. "...but kids will be
kids..." he added, to Julio's surprise. "...sometimes they have to stumble
before they walk...!" he testified.


"Well, are you aware that he doesn't want to sell drugs anymore...?" asked
Julio. "That's one of the reasons why he's been coming to my meetings with
his friend Todd..., he doesn't want to be a drug dealer anymore..., he
wants to go to college...!"


"We can't afford college..." said Roseland, "...we can barely keep up with
the BILLS as it is...!"


"I know..." said Julio. "...and I'm aware that THAT'S probably why you
choose to turn your heads to the fact that Junior was selling drugs in the
first place...! But I'm here to tell you that paying your monthly bills, as
well as the RENT on this apartment, is NOT Junior's responsibility..., its
YOURS! He shouldn't be risking his academic future because his parents are
too lazy to find a JOB...! HE shouldn't be worrying about how he's going to
pay the rent..., HE should only be worried about which COLLEGE he wants to
attend...!"


"HOLD IT..., who'r YOU to come into OUR house and tell us how to raise OUR
children...?!" asked Roseland, insulted by everything Julio just said. "My
son doesn't PAY the rent here, we're on assistance! And my HUSBAND is on
the verge of finding another job to support his family! So I don't know
WHERE you get your information from, but you NEED to go back to them and
tell them nosey ass neighbors to mind their business and not to worry about
what happens in OUR household!"


"Roseland, don't stress yourself..." warned Jerome, rushing to her side as
she clutched the base of her bloated belly. "...the baby..."


"Get that man OUT of here...!" insisted Roseland, walking back towards the
back bedroom to lie down.


"My wife..." said Jerome, waiting until Roseland made it back into the room
and closed the door. "...she's pregnant and not allowed to have a lot of
stress...!"


"I'm sorry if I stressed her..." said Julio.


"Its okay..." said Jerome. "...but WHERE did you get your information...?"
he asked, curiously.


"I...hear HUMORS in the streets..." admitted Julio. "...although I tend to
choose NOT to believe them all...!"


"Rumors such as...?" asked Jerome.


"Do I really need to get into what people have been saying about you and
your family...?" asked Julio, trying to spare Jerome some embarrassment.


"YOU came to OUR house with these accusations..." said Jerome, "...I just
want to know WHAT ELSE you might have heard...?"
	Julio cleared his throat...


"I heard..., that your family was once a prominent religious family that
attended church on a regular basis..., until Kane came along and corrupted
you by turning you onto his sex slave...!" he answered.


"Oh...?" responded Jerome, his eyes diverting down to the front of Julio's
pants to his crotch.


"Of course I refuse to believe that a father would allow his family to be
sacrificed simply because some drug dealer came along and pulled the rug
from up under him...!" said the older man, noticing Jerome's eyes cast down
towards his groin.
	Jerome couldn't help staring at the Puerto-Rican man's crotch,
wondering what his dick looked and tasted like? Julio saw Junior's dad
absentmindedly lick his lips, as if imagining his prick in his mouth. Julio
hadn't seen such a blatant display of lust since his girlfriend's son
[Kaleb Nelson] eyeballed his crotch as if it were a steak dinner [Roswell
Heights & The HOOD], and started to realize the rumors just MIGHT be true
after all...


"uh, Mr. Taylor..., can we focus, please...?" he asked, grabbing his
attention back up into his eyes. "Junior needs a STABLE environment in
order to get his life together..." he continued. "...is there any WAY you
could ask the pastor of your church to perhaps get the congregation to pull
together their resources to help Junior get to college...?"


"umm...I'm not sure..." said Jerome, staring back down at the bulge in
Julio's pants. "...he's very busy with raising funds for his campaign..."


"Right..." said Julio, realizing Jerome was no more interested in helping
his son get into college than he was finding a job. If Julio wanted to help
Junior, it would HAVE to be without the parents' consent. "...thanks a lot
for your time, Mr Taylor..., you've helped me make up my mind on what I
need to do...!"


"Oh...glad I could help..." said Jerome, following Julio to the
door. "uh..." he hesitated as Julio pulled the door open before turning
back to see what the father wanted...? Jerome looked back towards the
bedroom to make certain his wife couldn't hear, then he turned back around
and looked down at Julio's crotch... "...if you...NEED my help with
anything else..., feel free to call me...!" he offered, licking his lips to
make certain Julio got his innuendo. "ANYTHING at all...!"
	Julio nodded his head, holding back the contempt he felt for the
father right now.


"I will." he lied, walking away, feeling as if he suddenly needed another
shower...




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The Church Of Families Of Christianity


	Julio had to admit that he hadn't been to Sunday Services in a long
time [having gone through a period of resentment towards god for allowing
his son's life to be taken away at such a young age], but he was aware of
The Church Of Christianity, as many of the members of FAD attended
regularly, including his fiancé Latrina.
	Julio walked into the church's open doors, then requested an
appointment to see The Reverend Malcolm H. Holmes as soon as possible. "And
WHAT is the nature of your visit...?" asked the secretary, checking his
appointments on computer.


"I'm here to talk to him urgently about the corruption of innocence in one
of his longtime members..." he said, causing the woman to become alarmed.


"Corruption...?" she asked, her face poised with serious shock.


"Sex and drugs...!" informed Julio, knowing the older woman would take it
to heart.


"Oh lord..." she said, picking up the phone. Julio smiled on the inside
when he noticed the sudden urgency in her actions. "Reverend Holmes..., I
have a gentleman out here to see you..., he says its about a matter of
corruption of one of our current members...! Yes. Okay." she said before
hanging up. "The reverend will see you as SOON as he's finished with his
last appointment...!" she informed, showing Julio to one of the waiting
chairs outside the office.



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	Reverend Holmes sat behind his desk, his pants and underwear
wrapped down around his ankles as one of his young congregation members
[Malivia Brown-18] knelt on the floor before him, bobbing his head in his
lap and doing his best to swallow the reverend's hard penis whole.
	Reverend Holmes watched [amusingly] as Malivia tried swallowing his
dick valiantly time after time, only to fall short repeatedly, feeling like
a failure.  Holmes had gotten ahold of the boy shortly after his mother [a
long time member] pulled him into the reverend's office kicking and
screaming. Malivia was what most people would call a BAD BOY, except
reverend Holmes was able to look inside the boy's angry eyes and instantly
assess his problem. Malivia was GAY, but he didn't want to be, which caused
him to act out mischievously at times, getting into trouble.
	Holmes held a few sessions with the boy and his mother, then began
sessions alone with just the boy. After finding out Malivia WANTED to be a
good boy, Holmes devised a plan to get into the boy's pants while
simultaneously `cleansing his soul' of the impurities that caused him to
act out. The results were [like now], Malivia choking on the end of his
dick, trying desperately to get his dick to spit its anointments down his
throat.


"UHG...UHG...UHG...UHG...UHG...UHG..." gagged Malivia every time Holmes'
dick went anywhere near the back of his throat. Holmes had been getting
HEAD by the boy for the past 40 minutes, stretching his mouth to fit his
fat 8" dick inside, but time was becoming of the essence as someone was now
waiting to meet with him between appointments.
	Holmes placed his hand atop the back of Mal's bobbing head, and
forced him to go deeper.


"If you WANT that anointment, you're gonna have to learn to go DEEP...!" he
informed the boy, making Mal's eyes bulge.
	Reverend Holmes' was the only dick Malivia had ever sucked, as well
as the only man [up until then] to taken him anally, anointing his insides
with his precious white gold, taking away the demons that governed his life
[at least temporarily until the next anointment, which seemed to be coming
sooner and sooner].
	Holmes helped bob Mal's head in his lap, making him take MORE than
he was comfortable with. Malivia's hands shot up to Holmes naked thighs
defensively, trying to limit the depth and damage his big dick was doing to
his throat, when Holmes suddenly wrapped his fist around his pulsing shaft
and started jacking. Malivia lifted off the reverend's dick, licking his
lips wantonly as he prepared to eat the load. He didn't wait long before
the first shot hit him in the face. Holmes gently lowered his mouth back
onto his spurting dick, making him take the rest into his mouth, anointing
his oral cavity with his precious gold.
	Malivia felt his mouth fill with the reverend's juices, and
gathered as much into his mouth as he could before it started to escape
around the corners of his lips. Holmes held his head in place on his dick
until he stopped spurting, then [and only then] he allowed Malivia to lift
his head and swallow. Mal gulped down this thick salty liquid, feeling it
slither down his throat towards his stomach. He licked the last droplets
from the reverend's dickhead before standing.


"Here..." said Holmes, passing Mal a tissue off his desk. "...you might
want to clean THAT off your face before you head out...!"


"Oh...thanks..." said Mal, wiping the cum from his face.
	Julio sat outside in the waiting area only a few minutes before the
door opened...


"Thank you reverend Holmes..." said Malivia, stopping in the foyer to say
goodbye. "...I really appreciate all the TIME you spend trying to help
me...!"


"THAT'S what a pastor's here for, Malivia..." smiled Holmes, temporarily
depleted as he tried not to look as physically drained as he felt. "...to
look after the NEEDS of his flock!"


"Thank you again, sir..." said Mal, shaking hands before leaving, nearly
walking into Julio as the Puerto-Rican stood to greet the
pastor. "Oh...sorry..." said Malivia, respectfully, causing Julio to
pause..., was that streak of semen streaming over the boy's left ear?
–he wondered.


"May I help you...?" asked the reverend, catching Julio's drifting
attention as he turned back towards the reverend and his secretary...


"uh...yes..." said Julio, clearing his mind and getting back to
business. "...I'm Julio Espisedo..., I found a nonprofit organization
called F.A.D..."


"Fathers Against Drugs..." said Holmes, surprising Julio.


"You've HEARD of it...?" asked the Puerto-Rican, proudly,


"Yes, well..., we have several members that attend your organization...,
and they have nothing but rave reviews for it...!" answered the reverend,
making Julio beam inside. "Shall we take this into my office...?" he added,
showing Julio inside.


"Reverend Holmes, I understand you're a busy man and I don't want to hold
up too much of your time..." started Julio, following behind him. "...but
there's a family in Roswell Heights, members of YOUR congregation I'm told,
that could really use the church's help in getting the family OUT of there
and sending their young son to college...! He really has a lot of potential
to be someone very productive to the community, if given the RIGHT
opportunities...! I think if you meet them up close, you'll understand why
I feel the way I feel...!"


"Oh, of course..." said Holmes, pausing at his desk. "...WHO is this family
with the extraordinary son...?"


"It's the Taylor family, reverend..." answered Julio, getting an `hmm' look
from Holmes' face. "...and their SON Junior...! Do you KNOW them
already...?"


"uh...yes...yes, I know OF them..." said Holmes, his mind racing to find
ways to distance himself from this conversation. "...I've even TRIED
counseling the father, after he lost his job at KFC, I believe..." added
the reverend, "...but it was hopeless...!"


"Hopeless...?" questioned Julio, surprised to hear THAT word from a pastor
about one of his flock.


"Yes..., of course I can't go into detail about what we discussed..., but
suffice to say, I did ALL I could do to help the family, and I can't do
anymore...!"


"Well...can I ask WHY Junior has to suffer for the deeds of his father...?"
asked Julio. "Surely the church hasn't given up on a 17 year old BOY who's
lost in an ocean of drugs, drug dealers, and prostitutes...!"


"JUNIOR is welcomed to come into the church, pray, and receive counseling
whenever he feels the desire!" said Holmes, taking his seat behind his
desk.
	Julio noticed a balled tissue on the floor beside the wastebasket,
and bent over to dispose of it FOR the reverend, only to feel something
sticky against his fingers, causing the tissue to stick like glue before
being discarded...


"This COUNSELING session you mentioned, reverend..., would it by chance
involve the same kind of session as the LAST young man to leave your
office...?" he asked. Reverend Holmes looked perplexed...


"Yes...it WOULD..." he answered, defensively.
	Julio sniffing his fingers [after discarding the tissue]...


"Then you MIGHT want to invest in lemon scented Handiwipes..." he snared,
before leaving the office. "...it masks the smell of SEMEN very well...!"
he concluded before walking out.



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ROSWELL EHIGHTS Afternoon...


	17 yr old Cole Richman sat outside the stoop of his building,
sulking over the loss of his girlfriend [15 yr old Rose Taylor (who was
stolen by his drug dealer boss 35 yr old Kane after Kane whored her and her
family out during a business meeting} /chap-24]. Cole never particularly
loved Rose, but he WAS the one who took her virginity and impregnated her
with her first child, so he felt as if she belonged to him. Kane had no
right to steal her from under his nose. He knew Kane was just jealous that
[up until that point] HE was the only one who had fucked the entire Taylor
family, including: the father, the mother, the son, AND the daughter.
	He watched as Rose walked down the street [carrying her school
books in hand], laughing and joking with her girlfriends as if everything
was hunky-dory. Anger instantly shot through him [thinking about his
neglected dick] as he jumped up from the stoop and ran down to meet Rose
and her friends. Rose wasn't paying much attention after getting off the
bus from school, just being a teenager [and joking about dating an older
man] when Cole suddenly ran up and physically knocked her books onto the
ground...


"COLE, what the hell..." she reaction before he gripped her by the hair,
yanking her head backwards. Rose's girlfriends screamed for him to stop
abusing her as Rose fought back, trying to claw his face as he wrestled
with her hands and shoved her to the ground.


"You BITCH WHORE!" yelled the teen father, kicking her in the gut as RED
flashed before his eyes.


"HEY..." yelled 17 yr old Todd Meriwether, jumping from his mother's car
[as it pulled up in front of the building]. Todd's mom [Monique] barely had
time to register what was happening when her son jumped from the car, then
tackled Cole onto the pavement.
	The 2 boys started fist fighting as Todd fought for Rose's
honor. They wrestled on the ground for a few minutes before Todd finally
connected across Cole's jaw, punching him in the face several times before
his mother jumped in to pull them apart.


"Stop this fighting right now...! You're supposed to be friends...!" said
Monique, unaware of the boys true history.


"FUCK YOU, TODD..." yelled Cole, his face flushed and full of
anger. "...YUR DEAD, MOTHER FUCKER...! YOU HEAR ME...? YUR FUCKIN' DEAD!!!"
he pointed, holding back the tears before taking off down the street.


"What the FUCK was that all about...?!" asked Monique Meriwether, having
worked 2 jobs to support her son, and having no idea what was going on in
his life.


"He was beating up on ROSE...!" answered Todd, breathing hard, his clothing
disheveled from the fight.


"Who's ROSE...??" asked Monique [completely out of the loop], looking
around at the teenaged girls standing about.


"Junior's sister...!" answered Todd, walking over to her as she clutched
her aching stomach [being held up by 2 of her girlfriends].


"WHY was he hitting her...??" asked Monique, halfway concerned for the
girl, but mostly for her son.


"Cause he's an asshole...!" answered Todd, trying to help Rose into the
building. "She had a baby not too long ago..., and here he is kicking her
while she's on the ground...!"
	Todd's mother grabbed his arm, yanking him from Rose's side...


"Is it YOUR baby...???!" she asked, fearful that it might be.
	Todd looked at his mother as if she were crazy...


"No..." he answered [much to her relief]. "...it's Cole's...! He's the
father...!"


"Then this has NOTHING to do with you...!" said Monique sternly.


"But mom..., he was HITTING on..."


"That's NONE of your business...!" yelled Monique, cutting off her
son. "That's between THAT boy and his baby's mother! NOW you have him
threating you...! As if I don't have enough to worry about while I'm at
work!" she scolded. "Go upstairs...!"


"But..." protested Todd...


"I said GO UPSTAIRS!" screamed Monique, pointing up to the tenth floor
where they lived.
	Todd stifled his anger [slightly embarrassed to be yelled at by his
mom in front of the whole neighborhood], then turned and stormed upstairs
like his mother requested. Monique watched Rose's girlfriends help her
towards the building as she retrieved groceries from the trunk of the
car. She couldn't WAIT until her son started college so he could get away
from all this neighborhood drama...!



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NORTH PHILLY Evening...


	The music could be heard from nearly a half block away, as 53 yr
old David McConnell and his 32 yr old campaign advisor Brian Dunn walked
into the club, amidst a large group of African American men, all drinking,
partying, and waiting for the night's entertainment to begin.
	McConnell followed Dunn over to a reserved seat near the front of
the stage, then ordered 2 beers from a scantly clad waitress. McConnell
blushed when he looked up to tell the young lady his order, and came face
to face with her perky B-cup breasts showing through a sheer negligee.


"WHY are we here, Brian...?" asked McConnell, already feeling
uncomfortable.


"I need you to SEE something...!" said Dunn, looking around at all the
attractive men.


"But THIS is a straight strip-club..." informed McConnell, "...we're 2 GAY
men..., what could I possibly need to see here...?"


"You'll see..." said Dunn, accepting the beers from the young lady as the
DJ announced the first stripper of the night.


"COMIN' TO STAGE IS ONE OF THE SEXIEST BITCHES IN THE BUILDING..., GIVE IT
UP GENTLEMEN, FOR COCOALICIOUS!"
	From a side door came a voluptuous woman with thick thighs, wide
hips, and big boobs. She stepped up on stage to the cheers of all the men
[minus two] in the room. The music started, and she started dancing and
gyrating as if her life depended on it. Grabbing the stripper-pole, she
swung around for 6 swirls, tossing her long flowing hair weave before
falling on her ass to scissor her legs open, showing the string thong
separating her vaginal lips under her mini-wrap.
	McConnell diverted his eyes and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat
as he waited to see what this big surprise was Dunn wanted him to see?


"Are you LOOKING...?" asked Dunn over the music, leaning into David so he
could hear him.


"I'm trying NOT to..." said McConnell.


"Do you RECOGNIZE the woman...?" asked Dunn, causing McConnell to take a
second look.
	Cocoalicious was on her hands and knees, her ass facing McConnell
[the thong string tight up her ass], as she looped her head around like a
rock star, before resting back on her heels to lower her top and expose her
big pillowy tits. Afterwards she stood up again, then leaped onto the
stripper-pole, turning her body upside down as she scissor her legs open
and slowly receded down the pole to the stage floor [her enormous tits
hitting over her neck as she threw her head back on the descent].


"SHOULD I...?" asked McConnell, unable to place her...face.


"Her last name is: HOLMES...!" informed Dunn, causing clarity to wash over
McConnell's confused face. "That's Cassandra Holmes..., reverend Holmes' 32
year old WIFE!"
	McConnell's mouth dropped open as Cassandra looked at him upside
down, then seductively sucked her forefinger before slithering off the
stage on her back, spilling onto the floor as she crawled over between his
legs, then buried her face in his groin as if giving him a blow
job. McConnell looked over at Dunn [who was nearly on the floor with
laughter]. Cassandra threw her head back [causing her long hair to land
down her bare back] as she looked up into his face, licking her lips
desirably [with a wink], before moving on to the next man.


"WHY didn't you WARN ME...?!" asked McConnell, caught completely off guard,
as he and Dunn got up to leave.


"I wanted to SEE the surprise on your face...!" laughed Dunn, leading his
way to the door.


"I was surprised, alright..." said McConnell, as they stepped
outside. "...how long has she been dancing...?"


"Reverend Holmes MET her in the strip-club..." informed Dunn, shocking
McConnell for a second time tonight. "...but while she doesn't strip daily
for a living..., she's also never really stopped...!"


"I guess once a stripper, always a stripper, eh...?" stated McConnell.


"So the question is..., WHAT will you DO with this information, now that
you have it...?" asked Dunn, curiously.
	McConnell leaned back against his car as he gave Dunn's question
some thought...


"I find it difficult to swallow that the whole time Elliott's sex video was
being scrutinized by the public and the media, that reverend Holmes was
among the FIRST to speak out against it, turning an unfortunate and
embarrassing moment for my family into a political assassination..., while
all the while his WIFE was stripping at the local titty-bar...!" stated
McConnell.


"So..." said Dunn, looking for an answer to his question. "...THIS would be
the perfect way to get back at him...!"
	McConnell looked up at his assistant...


"But even so..., I wouldn't embarrass him by mentioning his wife's
indiscretions to the media! What happens in his PRIVATE life is just
that..., --private! I wouldn't try to benefit from his family's misery and
turmoil...!"
	McConnell was waiting for Dunn's response, when Dunn suddenly
rushed him, kissing him full center on the lips. McConnell [shocked for the
third time tonight] pushed Dunn off him, as passer-bys took a second look
at 2 men kissing in public. A few straight men standing outside the
strip-club jeered, saying obnoxious things from a distance.


"BRIAN...!" yelled McConnell, frustrated that he had to keep fighting off
his advances.


"I'm sorry..." said Dunn, "...it's just SO REFRESHING to meet a man who
isn't about steamrolling over everyone to get what he wants...! I've never
MET anyone like you before...! You're amazing!"


"I'm just trying to find my own way through life..." said McConnell,
modestly.


"You have MORE integrity in you pinky than reverend Holmes has in his
entire body!" stated Dun. "Trust me, I know!"


"HOW do you know reverend Holmes so well...?" asked McConnell, wondering
what dirt Dunn had on everyone...?


"Let's just say he's NOT as discreet as he thinks he is...!" said Dunn
vaguely, not ready to reveal his position...



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MANAYANK Later...


	Things seemed to be a little tense around the McConnell/Davenport
household as both men had heavy thoughts plaguing their minds. McConnell
had the heavy burden of running for mayor, keeping his private life a
secret, protecting his family from the media, and dealing with his one-time
infidelity against his boyfriend with his assistant. Ramone's burden lay in
his undercover work, his disintegrating relationship with his boyfriend,
and the burning hot affair he had with Marvin Rollins.
	Ramone couldn't get the idea of Marvin fucking him out of his mind
[chap-28]. The way he took command of his body [slipping his finger[s] into
his ass while getting a blow job from the drug house's designated
house-bitch], was totally amazing. In fact he got erections every time he
thought about it.


	Ramone came out of the bathroom as McConnell was sitting up in bed
reading. McConnell barely looked at Ramone since his infidelity with Dunn
[chap-16], still feeling guilty about his actions.
	Ramone was wearing only pajama bottoms before climbing into bed. He
kissed his lover goodnight, then turned onto his side and pretended to go
to sleep. The room lay quiet for a what felt like an eternity, before
Ramone jumped back up...


"Is there something going ON between you and Brain Dunn...?" he asked flat
out, point blank.
	McConnell looked stunned as he stared at Ramone for a moment before
removing his reading glasses.


"Why do you ask...?" he asked.


"Don't DO that, David..." shouted Ramone, feeling like the younger guy who
lets his imagination get the best of him. "...don't try to twist the
question around with a question to confuse me and divert answering...! It's
a YES or NO question...! Is there SOMETHING going on between you...?!"


"No..." answered McConnell, making Ramone feel like he'd just been
imagining things. "...Brain and I had sex only ONCE..." continued
McConnell, sending cold chills up Ramone's spine as his suspicious were
confirmed. "...it was while I was under the influence of alcohol...right
around the time Elliott was being implicated in Raheim's murder...! I KNOW
that's no excuse..., but it just happened..., I...I don't know what to say
for myself..."


"Don't say anything..." said Ramone, "...cuz I cheated too..." he admitted,
"...with Marvin Rollins...!" he added, causing McConnell's still beating
heart to DROP into his lap. "IT was an accident too..." said Ramone, as
McConnell sat shocked. "...it was while I was working undercover..., I
THOUGHT I'd picked up on something between you and Dunn...something
intimate, that I couldn't quite put my finger on..., THEN I saw the way you
were trying to avoid him, and I KNEW...! By the time I got to the drug
house, my mind was a fucked up with emotions...! Marvin just happened to
have walked in, and before I knew it..., IT happened..."


"He FUCKED you...?" asked McConnell, obviously angry about it.
	Ramone looked surprised by David's tone...


"Well...yeah..." he answered, as McConnell got out of bed to pace the room.


"You SLEPT with Marvin Rollins..." he asked, walking back and forth as if
searching for a lost slipper. "...AFTER I told you about how he devastated
me by coming between me and Malik...?!"
	Ramone could SEE McConnell's anger starting to bubble over...


"MALIK...?" he asked, pulling back the covers. "What's Malik got to do with
any of this...?!"


"Marvin STOLE Malik away from me..." stated McConnell, having obviously
never gotten over it. "...and now I find out that my new boyfriend slept
with him also...?? Did you do this to HURT me...?!"


"WHY are you acting like I did this on purpose...?" asked Ramone, getting
out of bed. "YOU made a mistake by sleeping with Brian Dunn..., I made a
mistake by sleeping with Marvin Rollins..., what makes MY mistake worse
than yours...?!??"


"Because Marvin Rollins is like an infestation that keeps and keeps growing
until it consumes you!" argued McConnell. "THAT'S what he did to Malik...,
and Malik STILL can't get him out of his life til this day! You just opened
the door for Marvin to just walk in anytime he wants to TAKE what he feels
is HIS...!"


"I think you underestimate me, David..., I'm 6'4", 200 pounds..., I'm not
no shrinking violet like Malik..., I can HANDLE myself when it comes to
Marvin Rollins...!" declared Ramone, confidently.


"You don't understand..." said David, grabbing up his pillow and a spare
bed sheet. "...maybe you're too YOUNG or too STUPID to realize the damage
you've just done..." he added, heading for the bedroom door. "...or maybe
you just don't give a damn...!"
	Ramone stood in the bedroom by himself, trying to figure out
exactly what just happened? And reminding himself that `THAT's what you get
for trying to be honest...!'



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ROSWELL


	Cole sat atop the roof of his apartment complex [inside the
maintenance shed atop each complex], sitting on an orange milk crate and
holding a gun in his hand. He felt disrespected by Todd Meriwether, for
decking him in front of everyone when he was JUST trying to beat some sense
into Rose's head. Rose disrespected him by dropping him as her boyfriend to
shack up with Kane. Cole knew Kane didn't care anything about Rose, he only
wanted her to complete his dominance over her family, and to spite
HIM. Kane disrespected him by stealing his girl. There were supposed to be
RULES about sleeping with another man's woman, and Kane didn't abide by
them no more than he did the law. Junior disrespected him by fucking him up
the ass, then choosing TODD over him as his best friend and boyfriend. And
then there was the others [Tyrone, Jahleem, & MarliQ] who made fun of him
every chance they got. Cole knew how to make them all respect him as a
MAN. All he had to do was shoot ONE of them, and the others would all see
him in a different light. They would respect him then!
	Ronnie Johnson came to the roof, as requested...


"Cole...?" he called, reaching the rooftop.
	Cole hid his gun in debris, then walked over to the shed door...


"What TOOK you so long...?" he asked, sedate.


"I had to eat dinner first...!" answered the younger boy [14]. "Amir said
you wanted me...?"


"Yeah..." said Cole, unzipping his pants. "...get over here and suck my
dick, bitch!" he ordered.
	Ronnie walked over and fell directly to his knees, fishing Cole's
erection from his zipper before taking it [full length] into his
mouth. Cole leaned back against the doorway, loving the warm wet feeling of
the boy's mouth on his dick. THIS was how it should be, how a MAN commends
respect. When he gives people an order, it should be followed without
question, without hesitation. Looking down at Ronnie [sucking his dick]
made Cole feel powerful, as powerful as the handgun had. He felt like he
had Ronnie's life in his hands, as if he owed him everything he was because
Cole had the power to end it all right then and there.
	He grabbed the sides of Ronnie's head and started fucking his face,
ramming his 6.5" dick in and out of his mouth, making him take it
all. However Ronnie had no problem taking Cole's dick to the base,
swallowing it whole and back again [as he had much practice sucking his
brother's 8" dick]. The fact that Ronnie could already swallow his dick
whole without gagging, made Cole even madder. How could he enact POWER over
him if he wasn't afraid of his dick?


	Ronnie had no idea what turmoil Cole was going through. He did his
duty as Cole's active `bitch', paying the penance for his brother's anal
virginity [Amir], sucking dick and getting fucked on command whenever Cole
or his henchmen [Munch or Dirk] felt like it.
	In fact, Ronnie liked sucking Cole's dick, as it wasn't as big as
everyone else's, and was a modest mouthful, something he could suck and
chew on without too much effort or force. He swallowed Cole's with every
inward stroke, banging his nose into his zipper, and even cutting his lips
on the zipper's teeth. When Cole picked up the pace and started slamming
his face with his groin, Ronnie took the face fucking with ease, simply
working his mouth up and down the shaft faster.


"Get over on the mattress...!" ordered Cole, yanking Ronnie off his dick
and pushing him forward physically. Ronnie complied, far too intrigued to
argue. He climbed up onto the dirty mattress [the older boys used as a
lounge or a bachelor's pad to fuck girls], and waited. Cole walked over and
yanked down the seat of his pants, exposed his ass. Ronnie's butt was
already developing into that of a champion bottom, the cheeks beginning to
plump and rise as the deep centered crack held the eye of the jewel. Cole
rough pulled the smooth young cheeks apart to gander at the tiny asshole
resting in-between, and buried his face in it.
	Ronnie moaned at the unexpected pleasure when he felt Cole's wet
tongue washing over his anus. Cole pulled the boy cheeks as far apart as
they could go, jamming his tongue into the soft spot in-between, then
tasted the unmistakable flavor of semen. Pulling back, he stared down at
the asshole which started to inadvertently drip displaced sperm from
within...


"UHG..." he groaned, realizing he had eaten someone's cum. "...WHO fucked
you...?!" he asked.


"uh..., Dirk fucked me when I got home from school...and Munch fucked me in
the Back Lots before dinner...!" answered Ronnie, knowing Amir was likely
to fuck him after lights out.


"Damn..." cursed Cole, knowing the boy's asshole would be too relaxed to
even FEEL his dick sliding through. He pushed Ronnie's head down to the
mattress and quietly rammed his dick in anyway, hoping the penetration
would sting enough to make him moan in pain.


"UH! Yeah...fuck me..." moaned Ronnie lustfully, more turned on than
scared.
	Cole stabbed his dick in and out of the younger boy's ass, watching
his dick disappear into the upturned ass as he thrust. Ronnie's rectum was
super loaded with Munch's and Dirk's combined cum loads, making his anus
super slippery. Cole fucked in and out easily, feeling Ronnie's slickened
anal muscles sucking his shaft. While it did feel good to slide in and out
of MarliQ's youngest brother's ass effortlessly, Cole wasn't getting the
emotions he desired. He didn't particularly want Ronnie to like the
fucking, he wanted him to scream in pain and BEG him to stop. Instead the
youngster was throwing his ass back, trying to get more dick inside him.
	Just watching Ronnie whore himself on the end of his dick [moaning
like a bitch in heat and asking for more] made Cole even madder. He wanted
to HURT Ronnie in the worse way, to make him regret being such a fag! He
slapped Ronnie in the back of the head, catching the boy off guard. Ronnie
felt the slap, but didn't know how to react as Cole kept fucking him.


"Stupid bitch...!" snarled Cole, slapping Ronnie again. This time Ronnie's
asshole tightened and flexed, making Cole's thrusting dick feel
better. Realizing the connection between slapping Ronnie and his tightening
asshole, Cole started to hit him more frequently and harder, even using his
fists as he got closer to climax.
	Ronnie didn't know how to act to the punches. No one had ever
beaten him up while they fucked him before. He covered his head with his
hands [trying to protect his face], when Cole started punching him in the
ribs. Ronnie started to cry and beg Cole to stop hitting him, but that only
seemed to spur the demented boy on as he fucked faster and hit harder. But
the time he was ready to climax he was wailing on poor Ronnie, hitting him
in the back so hard that it would echo through his chest and throughout the
shed. Then as the final act of dominance, Cole reached over Ronnie's head
for the gun he had stashed, then placed the barrel down against Ronnie's
skull.


"Feel THAT...?" he asked, making sure the boy saw it. "You KNOW what that
is, don't'cha...? You KNOW what it could DO to you, don't'cha...?" he
asked, as he continued to fuck Ronnie's ever shrinking anus. "I could BLOW
yur head off rite now, and won't nobody know WHO did it! And I'd get away
with it too, cuz yur brother's MY bitch and once the police see yur pants
down under yur butt, they'll know you was a faggot up here gettin'
fucked..., and they wouldn't even care to look for yur killer...! It'll
just be one less fruity fag inna world!"


"Please Cole...don't...I'll do ANYTHING you want...!" begged Ronnie, crying
into the mattress.


"You scared...?" asked Cole, loving the power he had over the boy.


"YES!" answered Ronnie truthfully, grunting painfully after each inward
stab of his gripping anus.


"Good..." smiled Cole, tossing the unloaded gun aside before grabbing
Ronnie's hips and fucking into him like a mad train. Ronnie cried out loud
as his anus was mauled mercilessly. Cole plunged his dick into his tight
unrelenting hole, then shot one of the biggest loads of his life up inside
the fright stricken boy. "AAWWWWWW YEEAAAAAAAHHHH...!! FUCK YEAH...!"
moaned Cole, as Ronnie accepted the warm cum gushes into his rectum. Ronnie
could feel the dick pulsating inside him, filling him with the madman's
load, and strangely felt relieved AND disappointed that it was over.
	Cole pushed Ronnie down flat against the mattress, then laid on top
of him as he allowed his throbbing dick to continue draining in his
hole. The people of Roswell Heights would soon know and FEAR Cole's names
very soon..., as a NEW Cole would emerge from the rooftop, a contender for
the titles of most ruthless drug dealer in the city...



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aka EUGENE MARVIN
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