Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 21:49:34 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: The District-42

THE DISTRICT-42
An Eye For An Eye

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

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SOUTH PHILLY


	Early poles put 53 yr old former police captain David L. McConnell
ahead of 51 yr old reverend Malcolm H. Holmes after the embarrassing debate
that portrayed Holmes as a lying, cheating, opportunist who took advantage
of his congregation. In fact, many members of reverend Holmes's
congregation resigned from his church, withdrawing donations and support. A
formal investigation was launched for his misuse of power and practices as
a spiritual leader. Women whose children he fathered turned to legal help
to seek support of their children after learning they weren't the only ones
taken advantage of.
	Reverend Holmes' young wife [Cassandra] left her husband, filing
for divorce and going back to work full time as an exotic dancer. She
gained minimal popularity after doing interviews for television, even going
on talk shows to discuss how she met the good reverend while performing
live on stage: "He used to come by to see me all the time...!" she said on
Good Morning America. "He'd bring me flowers and jewelry, buy me things,
take me to dinner...! Then one day he asked to take care of me..., saying
he made a lot of money as a reverend and that I would never have to work
again!"
	The interviews were devastating to Holmes' image, and placing him
on the IRS list for misrepresenting accurate donation amounts for tax
purposes. Holmes was looking at jail time for some of his actions. People
were afraid he might become a flight risk, disappearing to another church
somewhere down south and finding a whole NEW community to milk and corrupt.


	Reverend Holmes tried to stay out of sight for a while, canceling
services and avoiding reporters who wanted answers for their television
viewers. Holmes pulled up in back of his church [one day shortly after his
world started to crumble], to sneak in through the back door and avoid
running into complaining church members camping out front with picket
signs. He got out of his car and walked in through the private
entrance. His secretary had quit after receiving death threats for helping
aid Holmes and his sick twisted affairs, leaving the reverend's office
unsecure. Holmes entered his back office to find his former partner [Kane]
seated behind his desk.
	Holmes looked startled, as if he'd just seen a ghost when Kane spun
around in his black leather chair. "Been awhile, Reverend..." said the drug
dealer, ominously.


"Kane..." said Holmes, nearly jumping out of his skin. "...how did you get
in here...?"


"You're kiddin', rite...?" asked Kane, propping his feet up on Holmes'
desk. "Ain't a door around I can't get into...!" smiled the prominent
dealer.


"And WHAT do I owe the pleasure of this visit...?" asked Holmes, placing
his briefcase in a nearby chair. "You've no doubt SEEN the news..., I'm
DOWN in the poles..., my congregations is gone..., my WIFE left me..., I'm
being sued AND investigated..., WHAT could YOU possibly WANT for me...??!"


"We had an arrangement..." reminded Kane.


"HAD an arrangement..." repeated Holmes. "...PAST tense! Haven't you been
listening...? My world is OVER! I'm NOT going to be Mayor! Hell..., I won't
even have a CHURCH in a few weeks!"


"YUR not the one listenin' Reverend..." said Kane, calmly [taking his feet
down off the desk]. "As I was sayin'..., we HAD an arrangement..."
continued the drug lord, picking up where he left off. "...but THEN I get
word from YUR assistant Brian Dunn, that IF you managed to pull the upset
and become mayor..., you were plannin' to TURN on me and use me and my gang
as yur examples for cleanin' up the city!"


"That's a LIE!" countered Holmes, vehemently [knowing his life was on the
line]. "Brian Dunn is just a DISGRUNTLE employee I fired during the
debate...! WHO do you think supplied McConnell with all the ammunition he
used against me...?!"


"So THAT'S all Dunn is..., a disgruntle employee...?" asked Kane,
skeptically.


"You CAN'T possibly take whatever HE says seriously..." reasoned Holmes,
"...he's just bitter...! He KNOWS he's the reason my campaign's turned to
shit!"
	Kane stood up. Reverend Holmes steeled himself, unsure whether or
not Kane would accept his explanation or jump across the desk at him? He
watched carefully as the drug dealer reached behind his back [for a
gun?]..., then threw a small tape recorder down onto the desk top.
	Holmes looked confused...


"Dunn TAPED some of yur conversations..." said Kane, enjoying the shocked
look on the reverend's face. "...I HEARD the parts that confirms what he
says...!"


"N...n...n...now Kane...you...you can't TRUST what you heard on those
tapes...!" stammered Holmes, SURE Kane heard something
damaging. "I...I...I'm SURE some of it was taken out of context...!"


"I always KNEW we were an ODD partners, Reverend..." said Kane, casually
walking around the desk. "...I KNEW one of us would eventually TURN on the
other..." he admitted, nonchalantly. "...but I always figured it'd be ME!"


"No honor among thieves, eh...?" asked Holmes, having had a checkered
background of his own.


"Every criminal knows there's an end of the road...!" informed Kane.


"What're you gonna do...?" asked Holmes, nervously.
	Just then [on cue] the reverend's office door opened, and in walked
some of the people that had been picketing outside, their signs still
present in their hands. Holmes backed away, certain it was angry
congregation members looking for blood. However a closer inspection of the
faces showed that the people piling into his office were all men, MEN that
had appeared at the Debate to side against him in McConnell's
honor. "Wha...what's THIS all about...?" he asked, looking back at Kane.


"Well..." said the drug lord, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "...I thought
about WAYS of getting' back at you...!" he admitted. "Kickin' yur ass...?
Stealin' that pretty stripper wife of yurs...? Get my gang to GANGBANG
you...?" he thought openly, each suggestion making the reverend cringe with
afterthought. "But THEN Dunn came up with the idea that I should let the
MEN you fucked over have their revenge...!" Holmes looked back into the
faces of all the men now standing in his office. He recognized every one of
them. Men he counseled. Men he consoled. Helped. Prayed for.


"Revenge...?" he asked, looking into their angry eyes. "How could you seek
revenge on someone who HELPED you...?! Someone who PRAYED for you...?!"


"Someone who FUCKED us...?!" asked Eugene Pruett [an engaged man Holmes
talked into proving his manhood before marrying his fiancé]. {Roswell
Heights chap-12, pt-2}.


"You had a CHOICE!" argued Holmes.


"You took advantage of us!" shouted Jerome Taylor [a man who lost his
entire family to the reverend's lustful influence]. {RH}.


"You were WEAK!" cried Holmes.


"I was SCARED!" reasoned Zeff Underwood [a terrified gay teen looking to be
turned straight]. {RH chap-12, pt-3}


"You all WANTED it...!" defied Holmes.


"You impregnated my WIFE...!" said Milton Howard [having raised one of
Holmes' children as his own]. {My Wife's Brother's spin off story: Bruthaly
Luv}.


"Mine too!"


"Mine too!"


"Same here...!"
	Holmes looked frightened as he backed away, hoping for some sort of
divine intervention...


"KANE..." he cried, as the men started to close in. "...u...you CAN'T let
this happen to me...! The POLICE'll wonder who killed me...!"


"Ain't nobody said nothin' bout killin' you..." laughed Kane, as the strong
fist of Milton Howard landed across his face, nearly knocking the rev to
the floor. "...yur just gonna WISH you were dead!"
	Reverend Holmes tried to escape Milt's fury by running around his
desk, but was punched again by another man whose wife he impregnated.


"FUCKER!" yelled Richard Hartings, slamming his fist into the reverend's
mouth, bloodying his lip.
	Holmes fell backwards into a lamp table, smashing it under his dead
weight before crashing to the floor


"HELP!" he screamed, trying to crawl away. Hands roughly grabbed him and
threw him across his desk, knocking the clutter to the floor. Someone
grabbed his wrists, pulling his torso face down over the desk top. Holmes
could feel hands fighting to undo his belt, yanking his pants and gentlemen
boxers down off his ass. "HELP ME SOMEONE! HEELLLPPPP...!!"


"Can't NOBODY hear you!" said Robert Watts, thinking of all the money he
spent unwittingly raising someone else's child.
	Jerome Taylor wrapped the reverend's belt around his fist like a
whip, then gently ran his left hand over the rev's dark fat buttock.


"This might STING a little..." he warned, before WHIPPING the reverend
across the ass cheeks.


"Ahhhhhhhh...!!" screamed Holmes, feeling the sting shoot to his brain.


"I believe the Bible says something about 40 whacks with switch...?"
questioned Jerome, whipping Holmes's ass repeatedly.


"AHHHHHHHHH...YOU FUCKERS...! I'll KILL YOU...!" [WHACK} "AHHHHHHHH...!"


"How FAR are you willing to take this, Milt...?" asked Marlon Overton
[Milt's lover], grabbing his brother in-law by the arm.


"As FAR as we need to...!" said Milt, getting more angry every time he
thought of losing his daughter Jannetta through a paternity test.
	While Jerome whipped reverend's Holmes's ass for raping him and his
wife, 18 yr old Malivai Brown stood on the sidelines and watched. He too
had been fucked over and taken advantage by reverend Holmes, believing him
a man of compassion and knowledge. Malivai's mother convinced him to go to
the reverend for help, to `talk' him out of his wicket ways and become more
god like. However Holmes took it upon himself to trick Malivai into having
sex with him, forever darkening the boy's spirit and turning him completely
gay! [at least that's how Malivai saw it]. As Jerome reached his fortieth
whack with the reverend's belt, Malivai unzipped his pants, then walked
over behind the reverend and waited...
	Everyone froze solid as they stopped and stared, wondering if the
boy would go through with what he was planning? None of the men picketing
outside mentioned actually fucking the reverend [although it may have
entered their minds], but watching the 18 year old on the verge of acting
out what nearly ALL of them were thinking, had them all silently praying he
would.
	Mal stepped up closer behind the reverend, then without any
warning, quickly aimed his dick and RAMMED it straight up the reverend's
ass.


"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!!" screamed Holmes, feeling the
dickhead and 7" shaft penetrate his extra ultra-tight anal ring. A feeling
of reparation filled the office area as Malivai slammed his pubic bone into
the reverend's hard ass, sheathing his entire muscle up the reverend's
virgin chute for the first time.


"I think you need a CLEANSING, Reverend..., what do YOU think...?" asked
Malivai, using the reverend's own term against him as he held onto the big
man's hips as he started to fuck.
	Hands continued to hold onto Holmes's wrists, keeping him prisoner
across his own desk. Malivai started fucking, pulling back and slamming
forth with his hips, fucking the older man as he fucked him months ago when
he came to the reverend for clarity [chap-4]. No one knew the reverend was
fucking him, not even his mother who praised the reverend for taking the
time out to mentor her son. The reverend knew Malivai had no father figure
at home. He knew the boy was confused and upset about his sexuality, taking
out his frustrations by stealing cars and vandalizing property. But instead
of nurturing the kid, reverend Holmes promised to cure his sexual
ambivalence by giving his body what it craved most, thereby curing him of
his torments. However, all Malivai got out of all his sessions were a sore
asshole filled with the reverend's displaced spooge.


	Malivai fucked the reverend as hard as he could, building up speed
and momentum as he held onto his thick waist and fucked into his vulnerable
ass. Since escaping reverend Holmes and deciding his homosexuality was his
gift and not his curse, Malivai has spent most of his time with men in the
submissive position, getting fucked as often as he could. Strangely enough,
reverend Holmes DID help him achieve a ONE with his sexuality, forcing him
to accept his place in life as a submissive homosexual man. While he could
admit that the reverend's antics did help him FIND himself, he just
couldn't condone the way the reverend took advantage of his innocence,
tricking him into submission instead of allowing him to discover it on his
own.
	Every time he thought of how disgusted and degraded he felt towards
himself after leaving the reverend's `special sessions', he get more angry,
fucking harder. Soon he was slamming his pelvis into the reverend's ass so
hard, that slapping noises started to echo off the walls. His thrusts
elevated as Holmes's painful wails escalated. He liked hearing the
reverend's wails, knowing HE was the cause.


	Holmes struggled to free his hands, but the men holding them [one
on each arm] were strong, keeping him pinned across the table. He could
feel Malivai's dick fucking into his ass, breaking through his virginal
anal ring with every stroke. He tried tightening his asshole around the
teenager's penis, keeping the boy from reaching any substantial depths. But
despite his attempts to limit Mal's stroke, the fact that he stole his
virginity in the first place [in front of a room full of men] was
disturbing! Holmes wanted to KILL Malivai for fucking him; for violating
his manhood in front of the others. At least when HE fucked the boy
[reasoned Holmes], he did so in complete privacy, no one knew what was
happening behind closed doors.
	Holmes could see the men standing around watching. Some of them had
satisfying looks of atonement written across their faces, which indicated
vindication in watching him get fucked by another man. Holmes hoped THAT
meant they would let him go afterwards, sparing him the indignity of having
to take them ALL on one by one. Unfortunately he also noticed quite a few
of them nursing mounting erections in their pants, casually caressing him
as they watched him lose his virginity to a teenager.


"uhhh..." groaned Malivai from behind, a sure sign that his torment was
about to come to an explosive end. Malivai held onto the reverend's waist
tighter, fucking his big dark-skin ass harder as he drove his dick into the
hole and screamed... "I'm coming...!"


"Shoot your load up the bastard's ass, kid!" shouted one of the angry men.
	Mal rammed his dick in one last time and unloaded, screaming like a
kid on his first carnival ride!


"AAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRR...!!!"
	Everyone in the room knew he was shooting his load in the reverend,
deflowering his once masculine ass, turning his man's anus into a pussy!
Malivai shook and shuddered as he came. Shooting his teen cum up someone's
ass was a new experience for him. He had mixed emotions about it. He wasn't
totally turned off by the idea of topping someone, however being on the
bottom just felt more natural.
	He pulled out of the reverend's ass after coming, stumbling
backwards after being nearly drained of his essence.


"Relax kid..., you did good..." said Kane, catching him. No one noticed in
particular when Kane's left hand cupped the boy's bare ass as he helped him
walk across the room...


"I'm NEXT...!" said Milton Howard, undoing his pants.


"Milt..." called his brother in-law [Marlon], knowing how his boyfriend
felt about the reverend.


"Stay out of this Marlon..., it's between ME and HIM...!" said the married
father of one.
	Milt nodded towards the 2 men holding Holmes's arms down across the
table, then stroked his dick into complete erection.


"Revered HOLMES here's been boning my wife Demeece ever since she was a
teenager herself..." he explained to the men as they watched him ready to
give comeuppance to his antagonist. "...and he continued fucking her even
AFTER marrying us here in this very church..." he added, hearing the
sympathetic groans from his fellow man. "...then got her pregnant with our
first child, leaving me to believe her as MINE...!"


"FUCK that mother fucker!" yelled one of the men.


"Bust his ass wide open!" shouted another.


"He even went as far as to have me arrested and charged with assault when I
confronted him about it..." said Milt, stroking a stiffy. "...NOW's where I
get retribution for all the pain and anguish you've caused my family...!"
he concluded, before ramming his 9.5" dick straight up the reverend's cum
lined asshole.


"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGG...!!!!!" screamed the
reverend, bolting when the long hard penis broke through his tight
resisting anus and burrowed deep into his bowels. Holmes ripped his hands
from his captors as he raised his torso off the desk. Milton held his
ground as he quickly put the reverend in a headlock, locking his arms
behind the big man's head while trapping the reverend's arms within the
crook of his inner elbows [all while keeping his erection thoroughly
embedded up the reverend's ass].


"WHERE do you think you're going...?" asked Milton, slamming the reverend
face down against the desk. Holmes's forehead slammed into the desk top,
causing him to see stars. Milt secured his grip on Holmes before he started
pumping, thrusting his hips back and forth as he started to drove his dick
in and out of his tight gripping anus.
	Marlon [Milt's lover] watched his boyfriend fuck the reverend. He
couldn't help but be a little jealous seeing his lover's dick lodged up
another man's ass, but he understood it was for revenge, not lust.
	Milt used his feet to step himself OUT of his pants and shorts,
freeing his legs to give himself more freedom to fuck. With his arms locked
behind the reverend's head, he wasn't able to get the hard strokes he
wanted [to cause the rev as much pain as possible], so he lifted one leg up
onto the edge of the desk, changing the angle of his dick, allowing him
deeper access as the reverend groaned [painfully] out loud.  With one leg
up on the desk and Holmes in a secured headlock, Milt started fucking. He
wasn't able to long dick his captive, but he was able to penetrate his gut,
making each inward thrust very uncomfortable. Reverend Holmes could feel
Milton's dick digging into his gut, surpassing Malivai's length which only
fucked his rectum. He could feel the dick sliding through his colon, even
pushing up into his large intestines. Indeed Holmes now knew what he felt
like to be fucked. All the years he spent tricking, coercing, convincing,
and manipulating his way into people's pants, now HE knew what it felt like
to be violated balls deep, and he wasn't sure he could survive the torture.


	Milton fucked the reverend with deep penetrating but shallow
strokes for a while, enjoying the tight grip the resisting sphincter gave
as it tried to clamp against his thrusting shaft and force him out. However
when his conspirators retook the reverend's hands [once again holding him
face down across the desk], Milt was able to stand upright and FUCK the
reverend like he wanted. Holmes instantly regretted when Milt placed both
feet on the floor and started to pick up the pace of his stroke. Gripping
the reverend tightly about the hips, he fucked hard into his bent over
man's hard ass, slamming his pelvic bone into the solid ass cheeks with
growing strength. Holmes's wails rose in volume as Milt's fuck thrusts
increased. His hips were slamming into the rev's backside like car crash,
he had no qualms about butt fucking the man who wrecked his family,
stealing away the child he thought he fathered himself. Every time Milt
thought about how disappointed he felt upon learning Jannetta was never
his, the angrier he got. Soon he was fucking reverend Holmes so deep and
hard that the heavy oak desk started to move against the carpeted
floor. Everyone could tell he was putting the strength of ANGER behind his
thrusts. No one wanted to be on the receiving end [not even Marlon] when
Milt was angry. He POUNDED Holmes's vigorously, his thick strong dick
penetrating 9+ inches deep with every powerful stroke. He must have rammed
his dick into the reverend's ass nearly a 1000 times before he made the
final plunge...
	Marlon instantly recognized the signs that Milton was about to
cum. He saw his body tensing as the muscles in his next and shoulders
popped with strain. Milt clenched his teeth as a grim expression of lust
and anger cross his face simultaneously.


"Take that nut up your ass you low life piece of shit...!" he yelled,
grinding against the big man's buttock. "AARRRRHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he
screamed as he came, shooting massive amounts of wickedly hot cum directly
into the man's entrails.


"AAHHHHHHHHH...!!" screamed Holmes, feeling the big dick pulse inside him.
	Milton yanked his dick out of the reverend's ass even before he
finished coming, spilling most of his sizable load onto the carpeted floor
beneath him. Taking out his anger and roughly butt fucking the man was one
thing, but giving his body the gift of his cum was something Milt only
intended to share with his lover. He immediately regretted seeding the
man's innards, knowing it would take away some of the pain if the OTHERS
decided to fuck him.
	Marlon ran over and gently pulled Milt away, seeing the anguish
still written across his unsatisfied face.


"No amount of revenge'll make up for what he did to you, Milt...!" he
reasoned, wrapping his arm around his back. "Jannetta's still YOUR daughter
if you want her to be..., YOU'RE the only daddy's she's ever known!"


	23 yr old Eugene Pruett climbed on top of the desk between the
reverend's outstretched arms. Jacking his dick, he lifted the reverend's
head then shot cum all over his face. Holmes [who had been in a daze after
Milt's fuck] felt the warm wet droplets sprinkling against his face. When
he opened his mouth in protest, Eugene aimed the next shot between his lips
and shot s huge wad across the rev's tongue. Holmes felt the steam gush
into his mouth and swallowed instinctively, regretting it immediately as
the taste violated his mouth and throat.
	Behind, Jerome Taylor helped spread the reverend's hard muscled ass
cheeks for the next dick. 49 yr old Richard Hartings stepped up behind the
reverend, his ultra-thick 8" dick poised for fucking as it stood standing
outside his zipper. As it approached, Jerome pulled Holmes's cheeks apart
further, making a bigger, better target. Grateful, Hartings quickly rammed
himself straight inside, burying nearly all of his wrist thick dick with
one mighty plunge.


"AARRRHHHHHHHHHHGG...!!" yelled Holmes, feeling another big dick penetrated
his sore ring.
	Hartings had 6 kids with his wife Missy, only to learn that 2 of
them wasn't his. When he thought of all the years he spent feeding and
clothing those children [not to mention vacations, Christmases, birthdays,
etc], he just want to put his hands around the reverend's neck and squeeze
until his eyeballs pop from his head. But knowing he couldn't kill a man
without suffering the consequences, butt fucking him through anal torture
seemed a close second comeuppance.
	After Eugene finished hosing the reverend's face, Hartings flipped
the big man over on his back, tossing his tree trunk legs into the air like
a pregnant lama. With the reverend in an even MORE submissive position, he
re-rammed his dick back up his ass and resumed fucking, showing no mercy
and pounding his ass hard while holding onto his meaty thighs.


"Y...you BASTARDS wont...won't get away with this..." threatened Holmes,
unable to see out of one cum glued eye.


"We could fuck you every day of the week..." said Hartings, not missing a
single stroke as he fucked. "...and won't a single cop arrest us after what
YOU did...! In fact..." he added, giving it some thought, "...we SHOULD
fuck you every day of the week, just to show you how badly you fucked US
over!"


"N...NO...PLEASE..." begged Holmes, thinking of reliving the pain every
day...


"Yeah..." agreed Jerome, climbing onto the table to squat over the
reverend's face. Holmes saw Jerome's well fucked asshole descending towards
his face [like a big brown moon], and tried to turn his head in
avoidance. "...we're all tired of taking your shit...!" added Jerome,
before dilating his anal muscles and allowing the excess cum inside him to
spill out like spilled milk.
	Holmes saw the milky mass escaping Jerome's pouty anal lips,
dripping down onto his face like a skin cream, even as he tried to avoid
it. Jerome had been fucked by one or two of the picketers while they waited
for the reverend to return to the scene of the crime. He couldn't help
himself after being turned into a sex fiend by Kane and the reverend, a
subservient they both used to further their popularities. However the
difference between Kane and Holmes was that Kane picked Jerome to be his
Project Slut while Holmes turned him and his wife out to the congregation,
allowing fellow members to fuck them and eventually causing his whole
family to become sluts. While Jerome could forgive Kane for turning his
life upside down and making him LOVE dick, he couldn't extend the same
courtesy to Holmes who ruined his home and marriage.
	Hartings was hammering into Holmes's ass, locking his huge hands
about the reverend's thighs as he pulled his ass towards him upon each
inward stroke. Holmes could feel the man's powerful pelvis slamming into
his buttock, driving his wrist thick dick 8+ inches with every thrust. The
pain caused Holmes to open his mouth in agony, allowing Jerome to aim his
farting asshole directly over his face as a cascade of cum flowed directly
into the reverend's open mouth.


"ARRRRHHHH...I'm comin'...!!" announced Hartings, grinding his dick balls
deep and causing Holmes to scream out in pain while choking on the cum
deluge streaming from Jerome's anus.
	Hartings churned his meaty rod around in the reverend's hole,
emptying his balls in his rectum. Holmes squirmed about in discomfort while
trying to spit the anal sperm out of his mouth before accidentally
swallowing it. As soon as Hartings pulled out, other men lined up to fuck
Holmes's ass, each with a vendetta of his own. Each scorned by Holmes's
actions. At some point they dragged him down onto the middle of the floor
on all fours, then fucked him like a dog. Across the room 18 year old
Malivai Brown was seduced and fucked by Kane on the sofa, before anyone
really realized what Kane was up to, he had the boy stripped naked and
bouncing up and down on his 9.5" dick. Feeling more in control as a bottom,
Malivai rode Kane's hard-on until he came inside him, shooting straight up
in his ass. Malivai climbed off Kane's shrinking manhood, then calmly
walked over to Holmes [whom by now was lying on his back on the floor] and
sat down directly on his face. Reverend Holmes's dick started to harden as
he instinctively shoved his tongue up Mal's ass [reminiscent of old
times]. Holmes could taste the spent cum already oozing from the boy's just
fucked hole [like a cream filled doughnut] as he drilled his tongue
inside. Mal reached down and roughly pulled his own ass cheeks apart,
allowing the reverend's tongue to probe deeper.
	The man fucking Holmes shot deep into his asshole, then gently
pulled out before walking away. As the reverend's legs fell back to the
carpet, his big hard dick sprung up at attention [already leaking strands
of pre-cum]. Malivai was grinding his ass against the reverend's face,
forcing him to finish eating the cum from his ass when the men [all
depleted in their balls] decided to leave. Mal was stroking his dick as the
reverend rammed his tongue in and out of his shitter. Jerome [who had been
on his way out the door] saw the reverend's erection, and couldn't resist
crouching down over it, sitting directly on it as it slipped easily up
inside him.
	Reverend Holmes groaned into Mal's ass. Maliva shot his load
instantly across the carpet, loving the vibration from the reverend's deep
rooted groans. Reverend Holmes felt Mal's asshole clamp down on his
embedded tongue just as Jerome's silky asshole hit rock bottom on his dick,
sending the reverend over the edge as he immediately shot his wad straight
up into Jerome's innards.



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SOUTH PHILLY


	Jahleem was making a drug sale outside B-Building in Roswell
Heights, when a strange car pulled up into one of the parking spaces with
its headlights on, shining the directly on him. Jahleem squinted to see who
it was, when MarliQ Johnson suddenly got out of the passenger's
seat. "LEEK...!" he cried out loud, happy to see his friend.
	MarliQ looked over, signaling hello with a discreet slight nod of
the head.


"Yo..." called someone from the driver's seat, causing MarliQ to turn
around. "...I'll be BACK to pick you up in about an hour..., make SURE you
got everything you're gonna bring!"


"Aiight." said MarliQ [looking slightly embarrassed] as his
lover/boyfriend/roommate backed out of the parking space and took off.


"Hey..., WHO was that...?" asked Jahleem, trying to get a glimpse of the
driver.


"Manny." answered MarliQ walking by, on his way into the building.


"You movin' IN with `em...?" suspected Jahleem, after days on end of
missing his friend.


"Yeah..., what's it to you...?" answered MarliQ, defensively.


"Juss wonderin', man...!" said Jahleem, not trying to start an
argument. "So yall startin' a relationship...?" he inquired, curiously.


"What's with all the damn questions...?" asked MarliQ, stopping at the
elevator after pushing the button.


"I'm juss curious, man..." said Jahleem, sensing MarliQ's apprehension
about talking about it. "You LOVE `em...?" he asked suddenly, out of the
blue.
	MarliQ laughed...


"So what'r we havin'..., a heart to heart...?" he asked, annoyed. "You
wanna make FUN of me for movin' IN with another guy...?" he challenged. "If
it was'n for YOU and Tyrone FUCK'N me every chance yall got..., I mite NOT
be hooked on it now...!" he argued angrily, before stepping onto the
elevator. "Find somebody else to fuck when you feel like destroyin' a man
dignity!" he concluded as the elevator doors closed in Jahleem's face.
	MarliQ rode up to his floor, thinking briefly about his life and
HOW he got to where he is now. He still had to tell his mother and his
brothers that he was moving out. How would his mother take him moving IN
with one of her exes? He dreaded telling her. How would his brothers take
it? MarliQ had been taking care of them nearly half their lives, ever since
their mother became a crackhead and started banging every `john' she met in
the bar that paid her any attention. But with Amir now back on his feet
after getting shot [chap-31], and selling drugs to earn money to help
support the family, MarliQ felt that HE might be ready to take over the
responsibilities for a change?
	Entering the apartment, MarliQ immediately caught a glimpse of
Ronnie jumping up off Amir's lap [Amir's big erection swaying wetly in the
air], both boys scurrying to grab their clothes.


"Relax, it's NOT mom...!!" said MarliQ, heading straight for his room,
assuming their mother must still be at the bar [picking up her next date].


"Hey..." called Amir, following MarliQ [his hard-on bouncing up and down as
he walked]. "...where you been lately...? Kane's been lookin' for you!"


"I'm moved out..." said MarliQ coldly, grabbing an old suitcase from the
bottom of his closet. "...I'm jus here for a few things!"


"Moved out...?" questioned Ronnie, following behind Amir. "Why...?"


"I'm over 21 now..., don't you think it's bout TIME I went out on my
own...?" asked MarliQ, somewhat flipped.


"WHO you movin' with...?" asked Amir. "Jahleem...? Tyrone...?"


"Why's everybody askin' me so many questions...?!" yelled MarliQ,
frustrated. "Why can't I jus DO what I wanna do without everybody badgerin'
me...?!"


"We just...wanted to know WHERE..." said Ronnie, feeling sad and dejected.
	Amir frowned at MarliQ's response...


"C'mon Ronnie..." he said, putting his arm around his little brother
[protectively]. "...let's go...! He don't CARE about US anymore...!"
	MarliQ felt a piece of his heart rip from his chest upon hearing
his brother say that. He knew leaving his little brothers behind wouldn't
be easy, but he didn't see it going THIS way either. He didn't understand
why he was so angry? Why was he alienating himself from his family and
friends just to move in with Manny? If he really didn't want to, why was he
doing it?
	Amir and Ronnie returned to the living room to resume making
love. They knew it would be a few more hours before their mother stumbled
in high or drunk, towing some loser in behind her to fuck all night. Amir
bent his brother over the arm of the couch, then shoved his face up in his
ass and started re-lubing his hole with his tongue. Ronnie moaned softly as
Amir ate his ass, arching his back to spread his cheeks.
	Just then the front door flew open...


"WHO THE HELL...??!" shouted Amir [startled], pulling his face from his
brother's ass.


"Oh shyt..." shocked Jahleem, catching the brothers getting freaky. "...I
waz juss...I waz look'n for Leek...!"


"He inna bedroom, packin'...!" snarled Amir, feeling embarrassed as he hid
halfway behind the sofa.
	Jahleem headed for MarliQ's room, leaving the younger boys to pick
up where they left off. He walked into Leek's room, as he was
packing. "Hey..." he laughed, "...I think yur lil' brothas'r bout to GET IT
ON...!" he informed. "How long've they been fuckin' each other...?"


"What'r you DOIN' here, Jah...?" asked MarliQ, pulling clothes out of his
draws.


"I do'n think you shood move IN with ole boi..." said Jahleem, easing into
the messy room.


"Whudda YOU care where I sleep...?" asked MarliQ, not even bothering to
look back. "Oh yeah..., you WON'T be able to FUCK me nomore..., that's why
you care...! Rite?"


"Look..., if you really LIKE ole boi and really wanna MOVE IN wit `em, then
GO for it...!" said Jahleem, giving his blessings. "But I do'n think you
shood move IN wit `em..., cuz you do'n SEEM like you wanna...!" he
advised. "If you wanna BLAME me and Ty for makin' you LIKE git'n fuk'd...,
then BLAME us then, okay...? Cuss us OUT! Call us names! Whoop our asses if
it makes ya feel betta...! But do'n go movin' IN wit sum dude cuz his DICK
is tellin' you whut to do! If you wanna git fuk'd more often, then I'LL fuk
ya..., you do'n hafta MOVE IN wit dat freak!"


"I don't kno' WHAT I want...!" admitted MarliQ, turning to face his friend
[leaning back against his waist high dresser]. "I don't wanna be gay..." he
added, feeling torn. "...but..."


"But you really LIKE git'n fuk'd...?" questioned Jahleem, understanding
MarliQ's plight.
	He looked at the big guy, the `gentle giant' at 6'0" and 230 pounds
of baby phat. Nobody fucked with MarliQ in the streets because of his
massive presence, his angry look and body mast was definitely intimidated
to most people at first glance. But Jahleem and Tyrone knew he had another
side, a softer side that liked to laugh, joke, and be affectionate.
	Jahleem walked over to him, feeling sorry that HE was one of those
who put the doubt in his mind in the first place.


"Ain't nothin' WRONG wit bein' bisexual..." said Jahleem, placing his hand
gently on MarliQ's belly. "...inna way, we ALL are...!" he admitted. "You
can't go round fuk'n as many niggas as WE do an' NOT git effected by it!"


"But I ain't neva seen YOU or Ty get fucked b'fore..." argued
MarliQ. "...somehow YALL managed to keep yall manhood intact without
bein'...changed...!"


"We was'n force fed FUC by Kane neither...!" reasoned Jahleem. "It ain't
YUR fault dat you got addicted to git'n fuk'd inna ass..., but now dat you
kno' its whut ya like..., do'n beat yourself UP about it! Juss go wit the
flow and enjoy it if you like it...! AIn't nobody judgin' you!"
	MarliQ couldn't help staring down at Jahleem's sagging crotch, his
mind wandering back to the last time he saw him erect...


"Do YOU like fuckin' me...?" he asked, curiously.


"Yur jokin' rite...?" asked Jahleem. "You KNO I like full figured gurlz..."
he reminded, having seen the types of chicks they both liked. "...YUR ass's
like one'a tha BESS I eva had!"
	MarliQ beamed...


"Yeah...?" he asked, having been told the same thing by Manny Michaels.


"WHY you think me and Ty came back so often...?" asked Jahleem, bringing
clarity to the situation.


"I...thought it was jus to humiliate me...?" responded MarliQ.


"Naw man..." smiled Jahleem. "...its cuz we BOTH kno' whut good ass ya
got!"


"So...you DON'T want me to move in with Manny...?" asked MarliQ.


"FUK NO!" answered Jahleem, honestly. "If ya wanna move IN wit sumbody,
move in wit ME...! Tyrone juss moved outta couple'a days ago! I cood use a
roommate...!"
	MarliQ thought...


"Movin' in with YOU'll change our friendship..." he said, thoughtfully.


"Or..., it'll make it even betta...!" reasoned Jahleem. "Think'a all the
puzy we can fuk together..., THEN all tha fuk'n WE can do after...!"
	MarliQ smiled...


"I do still like pussy..." he informed.


"Then it's settled then..., rite?" asked Jahleem, holding out his hand to
shake.
	MarliQ looked down at Jahleem's slim fingers...


"What'll I tell Manny when he comes back for me...?" he asked, shaking
Jahleem's hand.


"Tell `em to fuk off!" suggested Jahleem.
	The 2 men laughed aloud as they stood shaking hands for a few
minutes, then Jahleem suddenly [unexpectedly] reached out and cupped MarliQ
by the back of the neck, "aww...fuk it...!" he said to himself, pulling
Leek's head in closer for a kiss.
	MarliQ was taken by surprised when Jahleem's large [but soft] lips
touched his own. The 2 men stood in his bedroom kissing, swapping spit as
they shared each other's tongues, heads and mouth twisting and turning in
heated desire...


	Jahleem stepped in closer, pressing his slim body up against
MarliQ's thicker one, grinding against him [crotch to crotch] as he leaned
back against the dresser. MarliQ could feel his friend's big dick pressing
into him, and even though he couldn't really bring himself to say it out
loud yet, he really wanted IT inside him!
	He put his hands around Jahleem's slim waist, feeling his hips
grinding into him. Jahleem pulled MarliQ's shirt up over his belly,
exposing his meaty chest. Breaking away from kissing, he took one of
MarliQ's hairy tits in his mouth and started sucking. "Oh shit..." moaned
MarliQ, cradling his buddy's head in his hand as he nursed upon his
chest. Jahleem nibbled and bit the fat raisin like nipple, swirling his
tongue about the areola before switching tits. MarliQ reached down and
started feeling between Jahleem's legs, feeling the long hard pole through
the baggy pants. Jahleem pulled MarliQ away from the dresser and led him
over to the bed, pulling off his shirt as he started to strip him naked.
	MarliQ took over peeling off his own clothes as Jahleem started
undressing himself. Both men couldn't keep their eyes off one another as
MarliQ admired Jahleem's long slender muscled body, while Jahleem admired
MarliQ's thick fuller mast. As soon as they were naked he pushed MarliQ's
up onto the bed. MarliQ got onto his hands and knees on all fours as
Jahleem got in behind him, spreading his hairy ass cheeks with his hands.


"Dam whut a pretty ass..." he groaned, staring down at the asshole before
pressing his face into crevice. MarliQ moaned softly when he felt Jahleem's
warm wet tongue wash over his sensitive spot. Jahleem peels the cheeks
apart further before driving his tongue into the hole, tasting the
unmistakable reminisce of someone else's cum...


"You'd been FUK'D recently...?" he asked, pulling back.


"Oh shit..." said MarliQ, having forgot. "...yeah..." he admitted, looking
back over his shoulder. "...Manny fucked me when he got home from work...!"


"Hope he enjoyed it..." said Jahleem, climbing up on top of his friend
before sliding his long uncut dick along his ass crack. "...cuz its tha
LASS TIME he gonna git any of it...!"


"So you planning on keepin' me all to yurself...?" teased MarliQ, feeling
Jahleem press his dickhead up against his dark hole.


"I MITE share ya e'ry once inna while wit Tyrone..." said
Jahleem. "...seein' how we hommies an' all..., but yur boi Manny's OUT OF
THA FUCK'N PICTURE! Got it?" he asked as he pushed in.


"Got it!" said MarliQ, feeling Jahleem's dick slide into him.
	Jahleem thrust all the way inside, then ground his pelvis into his
ass, churning his dick around in the gut and claiming the hole as his
own. He leaned in over MarliQ's back as he began thrusting in and out of
his ass, feeling the warm wetness of Manny's cum inside [coating his dick].
	MarliQ felt the dick sliding through him, moving about inside like
a new tenant. He could feel Jahleem's light [140 lbs] weight on his back,
his knotty pubic hair scratching against his ass cheeks every time he
ground against him. He supported Jah's weight on his knees and elbows, his
ass hiked high in the air to make an inviting target which Jahleem hit
bulls-eye with every stroke. It was while his buddy was balls deep inside
him that he realized they left his bedroom door wide open, leaving them
vulnerable for his brothers Ronnie and Amir to catch them if they decided
to pass by on route to the john. But when MarliQ tried to get up to close
the door, Jahleem refused to pull out, having become as addicted to his ass
as MarliQ had to his dick.


"It'll only take a second..." reasoned MarliQ, wanting total privacy while
getting fucked.


"Yur brothas waz inna livin' room NECKED when I walked in earlier..."
reminded Jahleem, keeping his dick firmly planted. "...I do'n think they'd
be tha least bit phased if they walked by an' caught us!"


"What if my MOM walks in and catches us...?" asked MarliQ, worried.


"Then she'd be jealous as hell when she sees how long an' hard I'mma ride
YUR ass instead'a hers!" joked Jahleem, starting to thrust in and out
harder/faster.
	The laughter died down when Jahleem started to fuck seriously, long
dicking MarliQ's ass with length strokes to massage his prostate. MarliQ
reached down between his thighs and started masturbating his swaying
manhood, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft and stroking in time with
Jahleem's thrusts. He could feel Jah's dick sliding over his prostate,
making his ass moist as it massaged him from the inside.


"Dam yur ass feels gud..." said Jahleem, moaning in MarliQ's ear. "How's it
feel for YOU, babee...? You like dat DIK inside you...?"


"I like YUR dick inside me...!" admitted MarliQ, falling face down against
the bed.
	Jahleem stretched his neck until his face was sliding alongside
MarliQ's. Turning his head around, he stole a sideways kiss as they sealed
their mouths together again. MarliQ could feel his friend's tongue slipping
between his lips, invading his oral cavity. He sucked upon his friend's wet
muscle, even as his dick continued to slide through him. He could feel
Jahleem's pelvis slapping against his ass, his dick digger deeper with
every thrust. He continued to milk his own dick as he lay on his arm,
slowly massaging his fat 9 as he hiked his ass higher for fucking.


"Shyt man...I've been wantin' you for so long..." moaned Jahleem between
deep kisses, slicing his long hard prick through soft wet interior. "...I
can't b'lieve you cood'n tell...!"


"I jus thought...you liked seein' me squirm..." said MarliQ, honestly.


"I DO..." admitted Jah, "...juss UNDER me...!"
	MarliQ couldn't help smiling, even as he continued suckling
Jahleem's tongue. Jahleem broke off kissing and buried his face in his
buddy's neck, fucking faster. The bed started to rock and squeak under the
combinations of their weights. Jahleem's ass humped up and down as he
fucked, sliding 6 or 7 inches out of his new lover's ass before ramming
back in. MarliQ bit his lower lip as he gripped the corner of the bed
sheet, arching his back to give Jahleem something DEEP to stroke though. He
could feel the cream starting to pump from his pulsing dick, painting the
bed sheets as he milked his dick between his legs.
	Jahleem could feel MarliQ's asshole spasm around his dick, and knew
he had just blown his load. Feeling his asshole spasm on his thrusting dick
only made Jahleem want to fuck harder. He squeezed his hands under MarliQ's
torso, cupping his man-tits while he fucked, becoming more aggressive as he
stabbed his friend deeply through his colon.


"I'm git'n close, man..." he warned, fucking harder into MarliQ's ass.
	MarliQ could feel the fuck pace increasing, and knew it wouldn't be
long before his ass was seeded with cum.


"Give it to me...!" he begged, wanting to feel his lover bust inside him.


"You want it IN you...?" asked Jahleem, pounding nonstop.


"Yes! Gove it to me, man! I want it!" said MarliQ.
	Feeling renewed and reinvigorated with lust, Jahleem fucked as hard
as his strong lithe thin body would allow, plowing through MarliQ's ass
mounds like a farmer through wheat. His loose hanging balls slapped back
and forth between MarliQ's thighs, banging against Leek's own nuts every
time he thrust inward.
	MarliQ could feel Jaheem's fingers digging into his chest as he
fucked, holding onto his tits like handles as he slapped his pelvic bone
hard against his ass.


"AWWWW FUK, MAN..., I'M GONNA CUM...!" announced Jahleem, ramming forward
as he buried his dick 11 inches deep and started to
cum. "AAAARRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed as the sperm wrenched from his
churning balls in creamy spurts. "AWWWW FUK...!" he cursed as he ground
against the hot ass, flooding the entrails with his potency before falling
down against MarliQ's back weakly.
	The 2 lovers cuddled together, Jahleem's long dick draining in
MarliQ's milking anus as he lay lazily against his back...


"Awe, ain't that cute...?" asked Manny Michaels [standing in the doorway
watching], startling both MarliQ and Jahleem.


"MANNY...!" said MarliQ, pushing Jahleem off his back. "It ain't what it
looks like..."
	Manny laughed...


"How the HELL else could it look...?" asked the police guard, knowing full
well what 2 niggas fucking looked like. "Guess from the sounds of it, you
ain't movin' IN with me no more, eh...?" he asked, having heard the
intimacy between the 2 friends.


"He movin' in wit ME...!" said Jahleem, stating his claim.


"That what YOU want...?" asked Manny, openly rubbing his crotch.
	MarliQ could see the lump rising in Manny's pants, enticing him to
go with him...


"Yeah..., it's what I want...!" he said in defiance.
	Manny chuckled [taking one last look at the second man to get
away], before walking away, leaving the lovers alone.


"That's IT...?" asked MarliQ, turning to look at Jahleem.


"Dat's IT...!" said Jahleem, holding a gun in his hand...



ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO...




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