Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 12:00:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the district-33

THE DISTRICT-33
LOST AND FOUND

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


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SOUTH PHILLY


	47 year old Julio Espisedo rushed down to the 5th Precinct as soon
as he heard what happened. A firm believer of Junior's innocence, he argued
with officers that they were holding the wrong man. He insisted the police
run DNA tests on the murder weapon and compare fingerprints with Junior's
[who had NO criminal record].
	It took HOURS of investigation and interrogation before the police
was finally convinced of Junior's innocence. Even then they took their time
letting him go, as they had wanted to charge him as an accomplice with Cole
for firing on police officers. However Julio [having known something of the
law] argued that Junior was the victim, as Cole was holding the gun ON him
and his friend when police first arrived [chap-30], probably preventing
them BOTH from being shot.
	Junior [an underage youth of 17] was released in Julio's
care. Julio immediately drove Junior to the hospital where Todd was taken
after the shooting, AND his mother after going into premature labor.
	Junior's family [his father, sister, and her baby] was in the
waiting room when he and Julio walked in...


"JUNIOR...!" cried Rose, as her and her dad jumped up from their seats and
rushed over to hug him! "We thought you were still in jail...! How...??"


"Mr. Espsideo..." smiled Junior, motioning to the man standing behind
him. "...he came down to the Precinct and MADE the police realize they were
holding the wrong guy...! I OWE it all to him!"


"Thank you...!" said Jerome Sr., walking over to Julio with tears in his
eyes. Julio held out his hand to shake, but Jerome [being an emotional cow]
hugged the man instead, grateful to have his SON back.


"Junior's a GOOD boy..." confirmed Julio. "...he's been trying to distance
himself from that Gang for a while now...! He's been going back to school
and staying out of trouble..., but he NEEDS his family's support...! YOU
need to step UP as a father...!"


"Yes...! Yes..., I HEAR you..." agreed Jerome, wiping the tears from his
eyes.
	Julio handed him a card.


"Come to our meetings sometime..., you'll FIND the support you need as a
parent...!" offered the older Puerto-Rican.


"Thanks..." said Jerome, sincerely.
	As Julio and Jerome were talking, Junior spotted Todd's mother
[Mrs. Meriwether] sitting in the NEXT waiting area [away from his family],
and felt compelled to walk over to give his sympathies about Todd.
	Monique Meriwether was quietly being consoled by her neighbor
Sandra Johnson [MarliQ's mom], who also had a family member in the hospital
[her middle son, Amir] when Junior walked up. Monique looked up from the
floor to see her son's best friend standing before her, his sad face
looking pitiful and pathetic as anger erupted inside her...


"Don't come NEAR me...!" she yelled, causing Junior to stop in his
tracks. "It's because of YOU that my SON'S in the emergency room being
operated on right now...! If he wasn't trying to save YOU from throwing
your life away, he'd be in SCHOOL right now earning his credits for
college! WHY did you have to befriend MY son...?! WHY couldn't you have
just left him the fuck alone?? WHY isn't it YOU lying in there on that
table with your chest cut open...???!"
	Junior could FEEL Mrs. Meriwether's heartache and pain as she spat
VENOM at him through her words while Sandra Johnson tried to console
her. "I want you to STAY AWAY from my son...!" she continued, blaming
Junior for everything. "IF he makes it through his surgery, I'm MOVING Todd
FAR away from this city! You'll NEVER see my son again! Do you HEAR
me...?!? I want you to STAY AWAY from him!!"
	Jerome and Julio ran over to pull Junior away [as he was paralyzed
in place, unable to walk away from his lover's mother's abuse]. Junior felt
like he deserved Monique Meriwether's anger, as he WAS partly responsible
for Todd's shooting. Had it NOT been for him running to confront Cole that
morning, Todd WOULD have been in school, and HE along with him.
	He listened as his dad and Julio tried to convince him that Monique
was WRONG to blame him for Todd's shooting, but Junior had already
concluded that she was right. Perhaps he WAS responsible. Everything he
touched always turned to shit...



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WEST PHILLY


	Word of the shooting and police search reached across town to the
ears of DeWayne Wright [aka DMoney], one of the city's biggest drug lords
after the deaths and demise of King Pins Whinny The POOH Graham and Tempest
Williams. Like his mentor [POOH], Money tried fronting his wealth behind a
chain of businesses, acting as an entrepreneur rather than a drug dealer.
	His wife [Dedra Wright] managed their health and beauty spa [The
Wright Wey] in West Philly. It was a 3 level facility, renovated from 4
buildings into one colossal compound. The first floor housed: a beauty
shop, nail salon, barber shop, skin care section, etc. The second floor
housed: massage rooms, therapeutic spas, steam room, sauna,
quiet/relaxation room, mud room, etc. And the basement housed: a state of
the art gym, aerobics room, exercise pool, locker rooms and showers. It was
Dedra's BABY, and she often ran it with a bedazzled iron fist while her
husband did his [behind the scenes] businesses with his associate Kobe
Brown by his side.


	Kobe was DMoney's right hand man, his apprentice who did all of
Money's legwork and collections [keeping the boss's hands clean]. Secretly
Kobe desire more power. As Money's right hand AND occasional fuck partner
[fucking Money whenever the desire to be topped came over the drug lord],
he had privileges very few others had the chance to claim: to have FUCKED
DMoney up the ass. Kobe's loyalty to Money was supposed to be
unconditional, however, being so CLOSE to absolute power [ONE man away]
while yielding one of the biggest best kept secrets in The Underground's
history [that Money was a bitch bottom ready for the taking], was something
Kobe found HARD to keep to himself. The MORE Kobe fucked Money, the less
respect he had for the man. Kobe no longer saw Money as WORTHY the title of
Drug Lord, for any man willing to bottom for another man [to LET another
dude stick his dick inside him and FUCK him until he flooded his insides
with CUM], sought to be dominated, NOT lead.
	Kobe thought it was about HIGH time that Money relinquished the
throne, and became the BOTTOM he so richly desired to be. Hatching a plan
of takedown, he wrangled a meeting with Kane and Kane's associates from The
Italian Mob to distribute FUC [in all its capacities] throughout the city
of Philadelphia, a move Money previously blocked as HE believed FUC too
powerful of a drug to control. As a family man, Money didn't want to raise
kids in an environment of FUC addicts, knowing how desperate people get
once addicted. Kobe however couldn't have cared less if the entire
population became addicted, MORE MONEY in HIS pocket!


	Kobe kept the sales of FUC away from DMoney, keeping the profits
collected from area drug houses separate from the normal take so Money
wouldn't notice the influx of cash. Kobe enlisted his own team of men,
including his hommie: Monk, to drive around from drug house to drug house
collecting the FUC profits only, to be taken back to Kane and his
assicates. Monk and Kobe went back a ways, back to when they were both mere
`runners' in the drug industry. While Monk didn't accede much further, Kobe
managed to gain a name for himself to become Money's next in command. In
fact it was THOSE same qualities that made him want to succeed Money.


"Yur CRAZY nigga..." said Monk, upon learning of Kobe's underhanded
dealings with Kane behind Money's back. "...when MONEY finds out what yur
up to, he's gonna come LOOKIN' for you!"


"I ain't worried about what MONEY thinks he could DO to me..." said Kobe,
defiantly. "...he ain't the MAN everybody thinks he is!"


"Whadda mean by that...?" asked Monk, intrigued. "I heard rumors about how
cutthroat he was when he worked for POOH..., he ain't somebody you wanna
scrap with hommie...!" warned Monk.


"I've been working under Money ever since he took over Pooh's territory...,
I KNOW who the REAL DMoney is...! And he ain't nothin' like YOU niggas
think...!" countered Kobe.
	Monk could tell Kobe was sitting on a secret...


"TELL ME, mofo...!" he burst, completely enthralled by the suspense.
	Kobe laughed, knowing he had the means to bring Money to his knees
whenever he wanted.


"Remember when I told I had a DUDE with BETTER pussy than most of these
hoes runnin' around...?" asked Kobe [back in chap-5, pt-3].


"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." answered Monk enthusiastically, waiting for the punch
line.


"Well..., I was talkin' about MONEY..." admitted Kobe. "...I've been
fuckin' him for A WHILE now...!"


"LYIN' ASS!" shouted Monk, doubtfully. "NOT Money! No way, nigga!"
	Kobe laughed...


"I'm TELLIN' you bul, that nigga SWEET as fuckin' CANE SUGA!" stated
Kobe. "I be dickin' that muhfucka all KINDS'A ways! And he be TAKIN' that
shit too, ANY WAY I give it to him! I have `em on his BACK like a bitch,
doggy style, on his stomach, standin'..."


"Naw nigga, you lyin' dawg..." insisted Monk, unable to believe it.


"...AND I be NUTTIN' all up IN that pussy!" bragged Kobe, cupping his dick
proudly. "If that nigga WAS a bitch, he'd be PREGNANT with fuckin' TWINS!"


"DAYUM..." shouted Monk with excitement. "...I'd like to see THAT shit!" he
added.
	Kobe thought...


"You wanna runna TRAIN on `em...?" he asked, daringly.


"WHO...?" asked Monk, coming back to earth. "You and ME...?"


"Why not, nigga...?" asked Kobe. "I already FUCK `em any time I feel like
it..., if he likes ONE dick he'll love TWO, what bitch don't...?"


"You think he'll let me fuck `em too...?" asked Monk, skeptically.


"He'll do WHATEVER I tell `em to do..." insisted Kobe. "...he's MY bitch!"
he laughed.


"Aiight nigga, if YOU can set it up, I'll be there...!" agreed Monk, dying
to see Money in a compromising position.



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MANAYUNK


	53 yr old David McConnell had been sleeping on the sofa [in their
temporary home away from home] while his lover [Ramone Davenport] had been
sleeping in their bed. David had recently found out that Ramone slept with
Marvin Rollins, a man David had come to despise since Marvin was the one
responsible for ruining his relationship with detective Malik Jones.
	McConnell have had failed relationship after failed relationship
[first Malik, then Andrew Roberts, now Ramone], and started to wonder if it
was HIM that was the cause of the problems? What was the common factor in
all three failed relationships? Rollins was the cause of two, and his own
son Elliott was the cause for one [having slept with Andrew behind his back
while staying with him]. In all three cases, cheating was a factor. What
was HE doing wrong that made them have to cheat on him?
	Just then Ramone came home, pausing in the door when he saw
McConnell already stretched out on the couch as if preparing for bed.


"I know you're still angry that I admitted I slept with Marvin Rollins..."
said Ramone, tossing his keys on the table before approaching. "...but I
HAVE to know..., are we breaking up because of this? Or can we get past it
and start rebuilding our relationship? Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone in
bed, I might as well go back to MY apartment if that's the case...!"
	McConnell folded his arms, unable to speak at the moment as a
myriad of thoughts flashed through his head [particularly thoughts of
Marvin fucking the SHIT out of Malik and Ramone...]. "Okay..." said Ramone,
taking silence as an answer as he headed for the bedroom to pack his
things. "...just remember, YOU cheated also...!" he added, before
disappearing into the other room.


	McConnell sat quietly for a few minutes, thinking about Ramone's
question and statement. Yes they were BOTH guilty of cheating, however
McConnell argued that HE was seduced by alcohol and fatigue, while Ramone's
did what he did through anger, resentment, and revenge. He wanted to
forgive Ramone for sleeping with Marvin, but the knife cut too deeply,
knowing the history they shared...
	Reality slapped McConnell in the face when Ramone came back out of
the room carrying a large duffle bag of his clothing, heading for door as
if to walk out of his life for good...


"WAIT..." called McConnell, causing Ramone to stop in his tracks.
	The detective waited as McConnell slowly got up from the sofa
[wearing only his boxers and a wife beater], then crossed the room towards
him. McConnell reached for the strap on the duffle bag, then pulled it down
off of Ramone's shoulder... "I don't want you to leave..." he said softly,
like a man feeling vulnerable.


"I don't want to leave..." said Ramone, as McConnell dropped the bag to the
floor, then slowly started to snake his hand around Ramone's waist. "...but
CAN we get past what happened...?" he asked, still seeing the hesitation in
McConnell's actions.


"I'm trying..." said McConnell, leaning into Ramone's mouth.
	The two men kissed softly on the lips, tentatively at first, as if
unsure the other was ready. They softly pecked each other's lips with tiny
kisses [testing the waters], before finally throwing caution to the wind
and frenching each other down. McConnell's hands wrapped firmly about
Ramone's waist, drawing him in as one of Ramone's hands slipped up around
the back of McConnell's neck, pulling his head in as he slipped more tongue
into his mouth.
	The two men kissed passionately, like they hadn't kissed in
weeks. They could feel each other's swelling manhood starting to rise in
their crotches as they ground against one another. McConnell's hand
wandered down to Ramone's ass, groping and cupping the cheeks before
fondling around to his front, squeezing the hard length forming down the
leg of Ramone's pants.
	Ramone returned the favor by reaching down to fondle McConnell's
erection in his shorts. Ramone was the first one to break this kiss as he
slipped down to McConnell's chest [sucking an exposed nipple into his
mouth], before falling to his knees to suck McConnell's dick. McConnell
watched from above as Ramone pulled the waistband of his underwear down
under his low hanging ball sac, then took the head of his dick into his
mouth and swallowed the shaft whole.


"uhhh..." moaned McConnell as Ramone [having had a lot of practice sucking
his boyfriend off nightly] took the dick to the root, then looked up at
David to see his reaction.
	David lovingly caressed the jawline leading towards Ramone's
goatee, as he stared down into his eyes. Ramone slowly retreated back up
the shaft, dragging his lips along the root until he was sucking sweetly
upon the head, swirling it about in his mouth like a washing machine's spin
cycle before taking it back into his throat.


"Maybe we should move this to the bedroom where we BOTH can have some
fun...?" suggested McConnell, helping Ramone to his feet.
	The two men walked hand in hand to the bedroom [McConnell's curved
erection bouncing outside of his underwear] where they began to
undress. McConnell [having less to take off] climbed into bed first, as
Ramone [stripping as fast as he could] quickly followed. The two men kissed
again [swapping spit] before maneuvering into 69 position. With McConnell
on the bottom, Ramone straddled his lover's head with his knees, then
leaned forward and retook his spit wet dick back into his mouth and resumed
swallowing. McConnell started off by licking Ramone's dangling dark skin
erection up and down like a popsicle before taking the head into his mouth
and sucking UP the shaft until he had his nose buried in his dangling
balls.
	They swallowed and sucked each other's big stiff erections for some
time, reacquainting themselves orally as they painted each other's shafts
with their spit. As McConnell was swallowing Ramone's shaft, Ramone was
retreating off McConnell's, suckling the juicy head and slurping up the
tasty pre-treats before going all the way back down again. As Ramone
swallowed McConnell's curved sausage, McConnell was sliding off Ramone's
suckling the head and attacking the dangling balls before licking his way
up to the asshole.


	Ramone felt McConnell pulling his ass down towards his face,
abandoning his rock hard erection which rested [wetly] on McConnell's hairy
chest. Ramone was still bobbing his head over McConnell's pole when he felt
Mc's tongue washing over his love button. Feeling inspired, Ramone spit
McConnell's erection aside and lifted HIS legs, exposing his ass before
diving his face between the mulatto buns.
	McConnell was bent nearly in half as Ramone pushed his knees up
under his armpits and drove his head between his buns. He could feel
Ramone's thick wet tongue washing over his anus, licking up and down the
crack before darting into his relaxing hole. At the same time McConnell was
tongue fucking Ramone's hot hole, darting in and out, jamming his tongue as
deeply as he could as the anus budded open for him. Soon they were stuffing
fingers inside one another, stretching their anuses for their dicks.
	Ramone was the first to give in as he reached for the lubricant
inside the nightstand drawer beside the bed. He poured a generous amount
onto his hand and massaged it along McConnell's shaft before anointing his
own asshole. Then he climbed into riding position and slowly descended his
ass onto McConnell's dick, allowing his asshole to swallow up the entire
9.5" shaft in one long slow swoop.


"YEAH..." moaned McConnell, staring up into the face of his lover as they
reconnected [spiritually and physically].
	Ramone ground down into McConnell's lap for a few minutes [allowing
his innards to get used to the invasion], before starting to slide up and
down the shaft, fucking himself. He could feel McConnell's dick dragging
his innards outward as he ascended up the shaft, then felt the big dick
digging back up inside him as he descended down the shaft.
	McConnell rubbed and caressed Ramone's naked body all over
[pinching his nipples, cupping his hips waist and ass, rubbing his outer
thighs, etc.], massaging him all over with his hands while Ramone rode
him. Ramone climbed up onto the soles of his feet [in squat position], and
started bouncing his ass in McConnell's lap. McConnell could feel Ramone's
asshole sliding up and down his entire shaft [from tip to base], sucking
him off with his asshole as he dick with his mouth.
	Ramone bent over slightly [hovering over McConnell's chest] as he
started to pound his ass into his BF's lap, slapping sound starting to echo
off the walls as their bodies collided again and again. Ramone reached down
and started to pinch McConnell's nipples, knowing his lover loved to have
the tiny rivets played with. McConnell reached down between Ramone's parted
thighs and gripped his fist around his hard dick, stroking the solid mast
with his hand as Ramone slapped his ass into his lap with resounding
thunder.


	They fucked like that for nearly 10 minutes before McConnell
wrapped his arms about Ramone's waist [freezing him in mid fuck], and
rolled him over onto his back [in missionary position]. Ramone gladly
conceded control as McConnell pressed his knees down against his chest and
took over fucking. Ramone's dick stuck straight out over his crunched
stomach muscles [drooling pre-cum like a faucet] as McConnell fucked him.
	McConnell [having been driven MAD with Ramone's bouncing] HAD to
take over, as he was getting close to busting his first load. As a
physically fit man over 50, he still had a sex drive that rivaled a man
half his age. He held Ramone's legs down against his chest as he rode his
ass, thrusting his hips back and forth into him as he drove his thick
curved dick 9 and 1/2 inches deep with every stroke. It was ALL Ramone
could do NOT to reach down and stroke his erection to a quick climax. His
dick throbbed above his belly, threatening to cum without touching himself
as McConnell's curve attacked his prostate glade with a vengeance.


"Shit David..., I don't know how much longer I can hold off..." panted
Ramone, losing ground by the second.


"Just hold off a few more minutes...!" begged McConnell, quickening his
pace as he started to fuck harder. Ramone groaned aloud as each inward
stroke of his lover's curved dick bought him closer to cumming. He even had
to reach down and clip his balls at the root too keep the cum from boiling
up his pulsing shaft and spilling out all over his chest and stomach.
	McConnell fucked and fucked as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on
his brow. He stabbed his dick through his lover's rectum, fucking into his
colon and punching through his sucking anal ring with gut wrenching
strokes. His balls began to tighten in their sac as his dick started to
throb. He could feel himself beginning to breathe harder as his heart pace
quickened.


"I'm about to..." he panted, just before his dick
BURST. "...AAARRRRRRHHHHHGGG...!!!" he yelled, coming hard as he shot a
thick massive load into Ramone's colon.


"Oh shit..." gasped Ramone, feeling the pulsating inside him.
	McConnell thrashed about as he ground against Ramone's ass,
emptying his balls in his ass before collapsing weakly atop him. Ramone
pulled McConnell down into a heated kiss, sucking the older man's tongue
into his mouth before rolling over and changing positions.
	Ramone maneuvered McConnell onto his stomach, then got behind him
as he roughly parted his muscular ass cheeks with his hands, then buried
his face for one more meal. McConnell rested against the mattress as Ramone
ate his ass from behind, tonguing his ass crack and lavishing his hole with
spit. Rubbing his drooling erection over the hole [smearing slick sticky
pre-cum over the anal lips], he pushed in, slowly sinking into McConnell's
ass. McConnell lifted his head off the mattress as the sharp pain of
penetration shot through him, followed by his lover's shaft.
	Ramone laid across McConnell's back, kissing against his back,
neck, and shoulders as he ground his pelvic bone against his ass.


"Damn baby..." moaned McConnell, twisting his head to kiss on the
lips. "...give it to me...!"
	Ramone stuffed his tongue into McConnell's mouth as he started to
thrust, slowly pulling in and out as his thick dick squeezed back and forth
through the gripping ring. McConnell broke kiss once Ramone started a
steady pace, thrusting into him cleanly from tip to base. Ramone wrapped
his about McConnell's chest and torso as he fucked, thrusting deep as he
started to build his climax.
	Ramone's asshole still throbbed from the fucking McConnell gave
it. Even as he fucked, he could feel the tender hole throb with exquisite
pain, causing him to fuck more passionately into McConnell. McConnell
spread his legs and arched his back, giving himself for his lover's
pleasure, despite having cum already himself. Ramone suckled his neck as he
thrust into him, driving harder and deeper. McConnell gripped the bed
sheets as he endured the painful stabs into his gut, groaning aloud after
each deep probing stab.


"I'm getting CLOSE, baby..." moaned Ramone, licking McConnell's ear.
	McConnell rested on his elbows as he started to thrust back into
Ramone, adding depth as he backed into each stroke, his own soft dick
dragging against the bed sheets underneath him. Ramone could feel his
climax building as he fucked, McConnell's asshole massaging his dick
perfectly as he thrust in and out. "Oh shit..." moaned Ramone, each stroke
becoming more labored as his dick became ultra-sensitive. He knew he was
dangerously close to coming when as his dick suddenly swelled and
thickened, then started spitting semen directly into McConnell's
gut. "...UURRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as he came, bucking like a bronco
as he flooded McConnell's colon before collapsing on top of him, molding
against his back. McConnell reached back overhead to run his fingers over
Ramone's scalp, massaging his head as they began recovery.


"I love you, baby..." said McConnell, looking back over his shoulder.


"I love you too..." said Ramone, kissing on the lips.
	McConnell rolled over onto his side as Ramone joined him, locking
lips as they devoured each other's warm tongues, consuming each other's
saliva as they prepared for round-two.



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CENTER CITY


	From his 15th floor apartment, Brian Dunn watched David McConnell
and Ramone Davenport making love in their bed, from remote cameras [linked
to his computer] he had stashed strategically about their bedroom. He sat
in his living room in his bathrobe, with a glass of wine, watching the two
men making love and wondering WHAT he had to do to get rid of Ramone...?



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aka EUGENE MARVIN
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