Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 15:20:30 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the district-7

THE DISTRICT-7
Unresolved Issues

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


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WEST PHILLY

	34 yr old Dedra Wright was running behind schedule, she ran
downstairs, picked the baby up in her arms, grabbed her keys, her purse,
then headed for the front door to run her errands before opening the Day
Spa for its morning appointments. "Oh, Kobe..." she cried in surprise as
her husband's (DMoney) assistant walked in. "...you startled me...!
DeWayne's still upstairs in the shower..., you might want to pour yourself
a cup of coffee, he's not the fastest man when it comes to getting showered
and dressed...!"


"Thanks, Dee...!" said Kobe, closing the door behind her as Dedra carefully
made her way down the front steps to her awaiting car and baby seat.
	Kobe looked around the empty double sized house (POOH originally
had 2 West Philly row homes modified into one mini urban mansion), then
slowly made his way upstairs to the second floor and the master
bedroom. Money's bedroom was huge (the size of 2 normal master bedrooms
combined), Kobe could hear the shower running in the master bathroom, and
quietly made his way over. Peering through the partially open door, he
could easily see Money through the glass shower doors as he soaped his well
defined muscular body.
	Kobe's eyes roamed over Money's soapy back, down to his firm
perfectly shaped buttock. He watched Money reach behind with a bar of soap
and scrub his ass crack, shoving his middle finger into the anal ring to
wash away any deposits left overnight (the proper way to wash an
anus). Kobe absentmindedly reached down and began nursing the growing long
bulge in his pants, imagining shoving his dick in the place of that finger.


	Money darted a soapy finger in and out of his hole (making sure the
track was thoroughly cleansed) before pulling out and rinsing off under the
healthy spray of water as images of him and Dedra making love that morning
began to replay in his mind. There was nothing Money liked more than
morning sex, and Dedra (his wife) was always up for a session.
	He turned off the shower water, then pulled back the glass doors
and stepped out onto the plush water absorbent carpet lining the entire
bathroom floor before standing over a blower (an air vent on the floor
designed to blow hot air up from a underground venting system –see the
Seven Year Itch with Marilynn Monroe). After only a few moments, Money was
as dry as a bone as he headed into the bedroom.


"Hey, Money...you home...?" called his closest assistant (Kobe), from
downstairs (having backtracked to pretend like he'd just got there).


"Yeah...I'm upstairs in my bedroom!" called Money, heading into his walk-in
closet to find something to wear.
	Kobe quickly re-climbed the stairs then dashed into the bedroom,
hoping to `catch' Money still naked. He peered towards the bathroom (but no
longer heard the shower nor the blower drying him off) when Money suddenly
came out of the closet carrying an outfit.


"Did you SEE Dedra...?" he asked curiously, tossing the clothes onto the
bed before going back for his underwear and socks.


"uh, yeah..." answered Kobe, standing in front of the open closet doors to
watch Money's naked ass walk towards the drawers housing his
personals. "...that baby's getting' bigger and bigger every day!" he added,
making idle conversation.


"I know..." smiled Money, at the thought of having a family. "...we're
talkin' bout haviin' another one!" he announced, pulling a pair of black
socks and boxers from his custom made drawers built directly into the
closet in hes and hers fashion.


"That's wussup!" smiled Kobe, pretending to be interested when all he
wanted to do was throw Money onto the bed and ravish him all over like a
porn hoe.
	Money bent over to don his socks...


"YOU got any kids...?" he asked, casually.


"Naw..." answered Kobe, his eyes zeroed in on Money's ass. "...I ain't
really the `daddy' type!"


"I didn't think so either..." confessed Money, standing up straight as he
picked up his boxers (his flaccid dick dangling over his hairy ball
sac). "...but somethin' CHANGES in you when it happens..." he smiled,
"...makin' it all seem just right!"


"Naw..." disagreed Kobe, watching Money step into his shorts one leg at a
time before pulling them up over his ass. "...I ain't never really found a
bitch I liked good enough to want to GET pregnant...!" he admitted, rubbing
that bulge again. "B'sides..., girls'r meant to fuck and dump...! I can't
stand too much nip pickin' and arguin'! THAT shit'll make me step faster'n
catchin' crabs!"
	Money laughed...


"Dedra's not like that...!" he said, putting on the rest of his
clothes. "She's like one'a the guys..., cept she gotta pussy! We were close
from the first time we fucked!"


"Yeah..., SHE seems special..." agreed Kobe, still groping his dick openly.
	Money noticed the hand movements...


"Looks like somebody SPECIAL got yur dick all swollen again..." he said,
nodding towards the long lump under Kobe's caressing hand. "Is it the SAME
GIRL that got you all hard and bothered outside Dedra's Spa the other
week...?" he asked (referring to chapter-4, pt-3).


"huh...? Oh, yeah...yeah..." chuckled Kobe, recalling how the thought of
fucking Money's ass again got him hot and bothered, causing his dick to
bulge prominently in his pants.


"When'r WE gonna meet her...?" asked Money, now fully dressed as he slipped
on his shoes.


"Meet who...?" asked Kobe (lost), coming back to reality.


"The GIRL..." chuckled Money. "...the one that made yur dick tent like
that!" he asked, reaching for Kobe's hardon. "Shit's BRICK HARD too! When
the last time you fucked her?" he inquired, feeling the hard length under
his examining fingertips.
	Kobe stood with his hands at his sides, allowing Money to feel him
up...


"We only fucked once..." admitted Kobe, "...but I'm hopin' to get up IN
there again...hopefully SOON...!" he added, getting a curiously look from
Money (who stopped stroking the hardon).


"Yeah well..., we gotta lotta shit to get to today..." he said, pulling
away to check himself out in the mirror. Gone were his long cascading
cornrows, replaced with a more sensible short cut that screamed business
man. "...let's go..., I wanna try to be back home by dinner time!"



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SOUTH PHILLY

	17 yr old Jerome Junior sat at the breakfast table, watching his
family interact as his mother and sister fawned over the new baby (his
sister's kid), while he and his dad reminisced (through sideways glances
and smirks) the hot blow job Jerome gave his son before everyone woke up.
	Jerome Junior was still getting regular blow jobs from his father,
who would get up an hour earlier than everyone else to sneak down to his
son's room, pull back his bed sheets, and suck his 7.5" dick to
completion. Jerome Senior looked forward to sucking his son's dick every
morning, feeling jipped if his wife woke up too early or he over slept and
missed it. His day just didn't go right if he didn't have his son's sweet
cum in his belly before 6am. It was his morning coffee, the crutch he
NEEDED to function throughout the rest of his day.
	Junior didn't mind that his dad still copping his loads. Despite
talking to and fucking his fair share of girls now, he had an inexhaustible
amount of sperm to get rid of daily. His dad copping his first nutt was
always special, as he'd also come to look forward to being awakened by his
dad's wet sucking mouth.


"Okay kids, time for school...!" informed their mom (Roseland Taylor),
taking the baby off her daughter's hands as Rose and Junior both grabbed
their book bags and headed for the door. "Oh, your dad and I will be
working late again on the Reverend's campaign..., so dinner will be in the
fridge, just heat up your plates in the microwave and clean up after
yourselves!" warned the mother, cradling the baby in her arms as she rocked
her back to sleep.
	Jerome looked up at his wife holding their daughter's baby...


"WHEN do you think we should tell the children about OUR pregnancy...?" he
asked, knowing it was only a matter of time before Roseland's stomach
started to show.


"Not until it's absolutely necessary!" said Roseland, sternly. "They
already have a lot on their minds..., let's not worry them until they're a
little more adjusted...!"



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10TH FLOOR

	Junior got off the elevator and knocked on his best friend's
apartment door. 17 yr old Todd Meriwether answered, still in his boxer
shorts. "Where's your dad...?" he asked, looking up and down the hall.


"He'll be up soon..." said Junior, walking in. "...your mom gone...?" he
asked, curiously.


"Yup!" answered Todd, closing the door. "Your pop's gonna make me late for
school!"


"He's driving US in...!" explained Junior. "What happened to that girl you
were seeing...? Y'all break up...?"


"No..., we're still together...! Why...?" asked Todd.


"You ain't been using my dad that much anymore..." reasoned Junior,
"...figured yall must've broke up if you calling my dad over again...?"


"No, it's not that..." said Todd, groping his half hard penis as it bounced
around in his shorts. "...Stacey's great..., but I just get tired of always
having to STRAP UP with her all the time...! I miss free balling with your
dad..., feeling his WET ass on my dick!" he stated, his dick growing harder
under the touch. "You're really lucky to have a dad like that living with
you...!"
	Junior frowned as he took a seat in front of the TV...


"Sometimes I wish he was more like a REAL dad...!" he said, staring at
whatever cartoon Todd had been watching that morning. "It would be cool if
it was just ME and you fucking him..., but knowing half the fucking hood's
been in his ass, with new niggas popping up every day..., is like having a
WHORE for a mom!"


"You mean like MarliQ's mom...? I didn't think of it that way...!" said
Todd. "Have you told him how you feel...? Maybe he'll chill out a
little...?"


"Kane won't LET him...!" said Junior. "He still uses my dad for private
meetings..., making him suck dick and get fucked while he's explaining how
he plans to expand FUC across the city! And the worse part about it..., I
think my dad LOVES every minute of it!"
	Todd Agreed.


"I haven't fucked a GIRL yet that enjoys it as much as your dad does...!"
he agreed. "That's another reason why I like fucking him so much..., he's
really enthusiastic about it!"
	Just then, there was a knock at the door before Jerome Senior
twisted the knob and walked in...


"Hello...?" he called, closing the door behind him.


"Speak of the devil!" smiled Todd. "I thought you forgot about me!"


"Never!" said Jerome, falling to his knees before Todd as he yanked down
the teenager's shorts to expose his erection. "I had to come up with a good
excuse to get out of the house...!" he explained, before taking Todd's 8"
dick into his mouth, swallowing it to the root.
	Todd groaned aloud when his dick was sucked in with one swoop, his
prick sliding straight down into Jerome Senior's throat with one
swallow. He stood in the middle of his mother's living room, his boxers
pulled down around his thighs with his hard dick lodged down his best
friend's father's throat, Jerome's head pressed into his groin as his lips
nibbled about the short hairs surrounding his dick base.
	It'd been awhile since Jerome tasted Todd's delicious manhood, and
he wanted to savor every second, knowing it might be the last time for a
long time. He mashed his face in the boy's groin (sniffing his pubic bush)
before pulling back with his lips, breathing in through his nostrils while
sucking feverishly about the head and shaft. Todd was still recovering from
the first stroke, wishing Jerome was HIS father so HE could get daily
morning blow jobs at the crack of dawn. He backed up towards the sofa,
causing Jerome to follow on his knees as he continued to suck. Junior
watched his father crawling with Todd's dick in his mouth, refusing to let
it go for even a second. He followed Todd as Todd sat down on the
comfortable sectional, bobbing his head in his lap as he sucked full
length.
	For 10 minutes Jerome sucked Todd's dick, spreading the boy's legs
to get at his balls. Todd scooted down to the edge of his seat, pushing his
groin forward as Jerome sucked in his balls and gave them a spit bath.


"We don't have too much longer..." warned Todd, wanting some ass before
heading into school.
	Jerome reluctantly spit his balls from his mouth, then stood up and
shed his pants and underwear before climbing up onto the sofa and
straddling his legs. Todd watched in fascination as the 41 yr old climbed
on top of him (Jerome's hardon bobbing closely in Todd's face as the boy
dodged to keep from getting hit by it), then squatted down over his dick
before slowly lowering his ass around it. "Oh yeeeeaaahhhhh..." moaned
Todd, feeling his dick get swallowed up by his best friend's father's ass.
	Jerome sank all the way down onto it until his plump juicy ass was
resting in the slimmer boy's lap, then he tightened his anal muscles around
the base before lifting and lowering, fucking himself. Todd watched Jerome
bounce on his dick, reaching up to grab the older (bigger) man's waist line
as he worked his ass up and down the hard shaft.


	From his comfortable chair, Junior could see his father's fat
(girly) ass sliding up and down his friend's piece, the hard shaft
disappearing between the two massive cheeks as they jiggled and quaked with
excitement.
	Todd's body completely disappeared as Jerome's thick oversized 200+
pound body blocked him from view. Only his legs and
disappearing/reappearing dick remained. Junior found himself massaging his
own hardon through his jeans as he watched his friend butt fuck his
father. Friends for years, there was no one Junior was closer to. The boys
hung together all the time (before Junior became NJM), celebrating
birthdays together, complaining about their home lives, talking about
personal things, telling secrets, and being there for each other whenever
no one else understood their pain. Todd was the closest thing Junior ever
had to a brother. IF there was a guy he wanted as a BF or a FB (and that
was a big IF), it would be Todd.
	Todd (of course) felt the same way about Junior, having spent
nearly as many sleep-overs at HIS house as Junior had at his. Todd (an only
child) spent a lot of time with the Taylor's as a kid, going on day trips,
movies, and picnics. His mom worked a lot just to pay rent and car
payments, doing it all herself while Todd's dad rotted in prison. He
watched Jerome Senior's erotic facial expressions, his meaty chest bouncing
just beneath his open button down shirt and wife beater. Todd couldn't
resist lifting the t-shirt and cupping the older man tits, pinching the fat
nipples and making Jerome groan from the unexpected thrill. Todd pinched,
squeezed and cupped the man-tits with his hands, his dick hardening more as
he fondled the unmarked territory.
	Jerome was really starting to get into the thick of things when he
felt something totally unexpected sliding along his ass crack. Looked back
over his shoulder, he found his son (Junior) standing behind him, shoving
his dick up into his ass beside Todd's. Todd felt his friend's hard prick
sliding up beside his, feeling the sensual slither of their greased dick
bellies sliding against each other. For a brief second their eyes locked as
Junior looked down into Todd's eyes silently over his father's
shoulder. The lock was broken when Todd ducked his head down into Jerome's
chest, suckling one of his tits into his mouth. Jerome felt the boy's lips
seal around his nipple, even as the duel dicks danced around in his ass,
sliding back and forth against one another.


	Todd learned a lot about pleasing women from fucking Jerome. Jerome
taught him (and Junior) the art of making love to a woman, of pacing
themselves so they wouldn't cum too fast and ruin their reputations with
the ladies. He taught them how to kiss, to suckle a tongue or bottom lip
without leaving too much spit behind. He taught them how to suck tits, how
to sensually circle the areola with their tongues before sucking firmly on
the nipples. And he taught them how to eat pussy, using fruits like oranges
(and his own asshole) as visual devices.
	Talking the boys into eating his ass (as a substitute for pussy)
wasn't easy, but eventually the boys got around to doing it, --flickering
their tongues over his anus and sucking the anal lips like a vagina. They
were always rewarded for their efforts when they stuck their dicks in and
found Jerome's asshole extra wet and relaxed for fucking. Some of the best
fucking happened AFTER they ate his ass, filling his man-pussy with spit
and lube before fucking him deep.
	Jerome lay between his two boys, both fucking him from different
angles in the same hole. With Junior behind him (thrusting in and out of
his doubly stretched hole), Todd lay under him (thrusting upward to meet
Junior somewhere inside the murky depths). Jerome could feel both dicks
sliding in and out of him, pulling and stretching his anus along their
shafts, rearranging the shaft of his rectum as they darted deep, having a
sword fight in his bowels.


	Todd was the first to show signs of coming (having fucked
longer). He moaned softly as he nursed upon Jerome's meaty man tit,
Junior's thrusting dick and Jerome's stretched anal ring both sending him
near the edge as he fought to keep from coming too soon. Unable to pull out
like he wanted (being on the bottom), he had to let it run its course as he
tried to steel his feelings and emotions and deaden the chills & thrills
his dick was feeling.
	Junior stayed behind his dad, holding onto his hips as he thrust in
and out of his ass. He too could feel his buddy's dick sliding against his,
making an already exciting fuck all the more sensual. Even though they
couldn't quite SEE each other (Todd still nursing his dad's nipples), they
could definitely FEEL each other. While Todd was limited on how fast or
deeply he could thrust (as Jerome had him pinned under his straddling
thighs), Junior was able to fuck as hard, fast, or as deeply as his dick
would allow. Todd felt his friend's dick sliding against his own (causing a
gentle erotic friction) and groaned, his own dick starting to throb and
swell before shooting a series of semen shots directly into Jerome's
backside.


"UHHH...UHHH...UHHHHHHGGG...!!" he grunted out loud, losing his precious
ball juice to Junior continued fucking. Junior could feel Todd's dick spasm
and spit sperm into his dad's rectum, making the crowded anal track slicker
and slipperier as the throbbing hardon pulsated wildly against his own
smoothly thrusting shaft as fresh cum pumped through the urethra like a
living vein.
	Junior grabbed hold of his dad's shoulders, then started pounding
him harder as he slammed his pelvic bone into his ass with each new
stroke. His dick soared through Jerome's ass like a piston, forcing Todd's
flaccidly shrinking dick to fall from the hole, leaving only Junior's to
pulverize the ring. Jerome leaned up and forward, giving his son deeper
access as their bodies pounded together. Junior could feel his friend's
excess semen drooling all over his thrusting woodie, making it glide
easier, faster. Todd looked up into Jerome's gaped mouth as he moaned
continuously from his son's extra hard strokes, and pulled the older man's
head down to his as he stuffed his mouth full of tongue. Jerome suckled the
boy's oral muscle as Junior fucked him from behind. Junior slammed into his
father's ass over a dozen more times before holding it inside and
unloading.


"AARRRRHHHHH...!!!" he screamed, filling his father's anal womb with the
family seed.
	Jerome moaned into Todd's mouth when he felt his son's dick
pulsating inside him, adding more sperm to his already loaded gut. Junior
leaned in over his father's back, grabbing his forehead (from behind) and
yanked his head backwards, pulling his mouth off Todd's. Todd looked
startled when Jerome suddenly (abruptly) pulled away (by force), but was
doubly shocked when Junior leaned in and replaced his dad's mouth with his
own.
	Todd groaned in surprise as Junior's lips touched his for the first
time. It felt weird to be kissing his best friend, but when Junior's tongue
suddenly entered his mouth, Todd's satisfied dick began to swell again with
blood and excitement. Jerome watched the two teenagers kiss like lovers as
he lay between them, his son's pulsing dick still spurting cum into his
bowels...



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WEST PHILLY

	Most of Kobe's day was spent as Money's bodyguard/chauffeur,
driving him to every appointment he had from meeting his wife for a late
lunch, to meeting with members of The Underground (a secret horde of
businessmen who run the drug world unseen). Kane (Money's biggest rival)
had plans to spread a new street drug across the four corners of the city
like an epidemic. Money was against it, saying it was worse than crack and
reminding The Underground Leaders that "NO money will be had if all our
customers are dead or dyin' from accidental overdoses and heart failures!"
	The Underground took Money's words under consideration, but there
was a lot to be said for the money a drug like FUC could bring in. Sextasy
nearly tripled the profits of every other drug on the market when it was
introduced nearly 4 years ago, making Tempest Williams and the men of The
Underground very rich. With stats like that, precious little else mattered.
	Money redeemed his lost battle with The Underground by checking IN
with area drug houses, making sure the dealers were by the book. Whenever
they found a drop in sales, heads rolled, putting several dealers under
suspicion of holding out. As an incentive to discourage skimming, Money
allowed Kobe for beat up and torture a couple of dealers, using them as
examples for others. Kobe put on a pair of brass knuckles, and beat the men
within inches of their lives. Unable to take the man to the local hospital
without arousing suspicion from doctors and police, the remaining dealers
simply propped the men (damaged and blooding) on fuck mattresses to
recover, nursing their pains with pain killers after Money and his henchman
left.


"Nothing gets me hornier than a good fight...!" said Kobe, driving Money's
Hummer and rubbing the swollen bulge in his crotch.


"You need to get yourself a girlfriend, my friend..." laughed Money,
looking away. "...or at least a regular fuck buddy who'll take CARE of that
thing for you onna regular basis!"


"Fuck buddy...? You mean like a DUDE...?" questioned Kobe, his dick jumping
at the memory of fucking Money. "I don't know if I'm down with THAT shit,
man..." he added, for authenticity, "...I mean, it was one thing when WE
did it..., but I just ain't down to be fuckin' some random nigga inna ass!"


"What about a GIRL fuck buddy...?" asked Money. "There's a LOT of girls
willin' to put out for a guy like you! Dedra's assistant seems to like
you...!"


"Naw..." declined Kobe, "...like I said earlier...sometimes I just wanna
SMASH IT..., I don't wanna hafta hear all that dumb shit bout their stupid
ass girlfriends bein' jealous of `em cuz they ain't as fly...! All I need
is a good FUCK every now and then...! I don't need nobody sweatin' me bout
when I'm gonna hit it again or why I ain't called them lately...! That shit
whack as shit!"


"You don't want a girl...you don't like fuckin' dudes..., sounds like you
gonna be rubbin' yur shit by yurself a lot!" sounded Money.


"Unless YOU decide to take another hit of FUC...!" smirked Kobe, jokingly.


	Money laughed out loud...  "Nah..., can't RISK that might make my
family fatherless...!"


	Kobe continued to drive...  "Then unless YOU'VE grown an interest
in gettin' fucked without havin' to use FUC as an incentive...then I guess
I'm on my own...!"


	Money grew silent, thinking about his time with POOH...
"I've,,,dabbled..." he admitted, getting a surprised (but ecstatic) look
from Kobe. "...but not from anyone I ain't fucked back...!" he lied,
wanting to save face.


"I don't get fucked...!" stated Kobe, straight up.


"So..." thought Money, aloud. "...IF I was to let you fuck me again...,
it'll stay between US...? You would'n go tellin' anybody, would you? I'm
not Tempest..., I ain't try'na let the world know my business!"
	Kobe's dick started to pre-cum in his shorts...


"OF COURSE it'd be b'tween us..." he stated, willing to deal with the
devil. "...who'd I tell...?"
	Money thought it over (indeed he remembered glimpses of how good
Kobe's dick felt fucking him. Despite being high at the time, he still
recalled a lot of what happened).


"Find a dark quiet spot in The Creek..." he ordered, referring to the park
not too far from where he lived. It was already evening, so finding a dark
place wouldn't be hard. Kobe steered the Hummer towards Cobb's Creek,
removing his rubbing hand to keep from coming prematurely in his shorts.


"I ain't no faggot..." said Money, feeling it needed clarifying. "...I'm
only willin' to do this cuz you my bul..., and I've done it once or twice
before...!"


"I understand..." said Kobe, willing to say anything at this point, just to
get back up in Money's roost. "...I know you ain't no punk...!"


"Kewl." said Money, hoping so.
	They drove for another 10 minutes until Kobe pulled off the main
road and drove over the sidewalk up into the dark grassy area and turned
off the headlights. The dark colored Hummer blended in with its
surroundings, making them virtually invisible to the naked eye. Money began
undoing his pants, pulling them off at the ankles. Kobe did the same, using
the moon as their only source of light.
	Money reclined the Hummer's front seat, then lifted his legs to
expose his ass. Spitting onto his fingers, he reached down and rubbed the
four digits across his pucker, inserting a finger to stretch the hole.


	Kobe waited impatiently as Money slowly opened his own anus. He
watched the boss spit onto his fingers, adding more spit before inserting
another digit, awakening a primal urge he fought to keep deadened inside
him.
	Once given the signal, Kobe climbed up into position overtop Money,
then rubbed his leaky pre-cummed dickhead against his anus before pushing
inward. "UHH...!" grunted Money, feeling the dick press into him, adding
extreme pressure to the outer ring, forcing it inward as the head started
to sink in.
	Kobe started to get excited as his dick poised at the entrance to
heaven. He could feel the asshole slowly giving way as he added more
pressure, causing the hole to rip open. Money placed his hand up on Kobe's
stomach, stopping his descent. Kobe pulled back as Money spit onto his
fingers and added more lubricant, before allowing Kobe to retry. Kobe
kissed his dickhead up to the anus and pushed, sinking the head
inside. Money groaned aloud, feeling his asshole stretch to accommodate the
hard sliding phallus that slowly bore its way into him.


"Shit man, you're tite...!" said Kobe, feeling the anal ring snap shut
around his dickhead as he continued to push forward. Money tried relaxing
his hole, but it was tough as he was out of practice, having had no regular
dick since Pooh's death (see The Precinct).
	Money spit a huge gob of saliva into his hand, then reached down
between their tummies and greased Kobe's shaft with a few strokes of his
fist before feeling it all slowly sink into him.


"aaaahhhhh..." he groaned uncomfortably, feeling completely stuffed.
	Kobe sank all of his dick into his boss's ass, then ground his
pelvic bone home to churn his meat around in his gut. Money held onto
Kobe's waist as the 2 men lay locked together. Kobe pulled back slightly
with his hips, withdrawing a quarter of his shaft before pushing back
in. Money could feel the dick sliding through him roughly, the lack of
sufficient lubricant making the friction a lot tougher than it had to be.


"Oh man..." moaned Kobe, feeling the strong anus grip him tightly. He
thrust his hips back and forth, slowly at first, giving Money time to get
used to the invasion. Money held his legs up and opened by the knees, his
ass getting dug deep as Kobe thrust back and forth. Both men lay face to
face, breathing the same air from the same space as they worked carefully
together, one fucking, one receiving.
	Looking down between their bodies, they both watched Kobe's dick
disappearing up Money's ass, parting the cheeks as it dug straight through
him like a oil drill. Ever so often Money would make Kobe withdrawal, then
add more spit to his anus to make the hole slicker. Eventually the anus and
the shaft started to meld together as the sliding became easier. Money's
groans became less painful and more erotic as his own dick stretched and
hardened across his scrunched belly. Kobe rested on his elbows over Money's
head, their heads side by side as they both focused on the area between
their crashing bodies where they connected.


"Damn..." moaned Kobe, knowing he wasn't going to last long. He started to
fuck faster, darting his hips back and forth as he stabbed deeper. Money
reached down and slowly stroked his own dick, getting his own body aroused
as it began to relax under the constant pressure of massage.
	Kobe reached down and grabbed one of Money's legs, pulling it
higher to get better access to his asshole. Money allowed his body to be
adjusted as Kobe's dick dug deeper, causing him to gasp. Kobe started to
thrust harder, becoming enthralled in the sensations emanating through his
dick. Money could tell his trusted assistant was getting into the fucking
when he started feeding his ass the entire length, taking longer harder
strokes as if he owned the hole himself. Money could feel his own dick
starting to pulse under his stroking hand as his body accepted the force
thrusting through it.


"Shit man...! Damn this ass is good!" groaned Kobe, lifting his head as he
looked away from watching his dick disappear, hoping it might stop his
quick deterioration. But despite looking away, he could still feel the
tight, hot, suction surrounding his dick, sucking him closer and closer to
climax.
	Money could feel Kobe getting close to orgasm as his body began to
tremble under the growing pounding. It was rewarding for Money to see
Kobe's vulnerable side as he tried to steel his feelings and emotions to
make the fucking last longer. Money reached up under Kobe's shirt and
gently caressed his back and ribs, causing Kobe to fuck even harder. He
could feel Money's hand gently rubbing over him, then felt the asshole he
was plunging into flex and mold around his thrusting dick, and felt himself
being shoved over the edge.


"arrrhhh fuck..." he cursed, feeling his orgasm hit like a ton of
bricks. "...I'm gonna CUM!" he announced, pounding Money's ass harder.
	Money gripped Kobe's back tighter as Kobe's deep probing thrusts
sent his dick 9 inches into his gut before the first shot of cum erupted
from his balls. "AAARRRRHHHHH...!!" he shouted as the sperm wrenched from
his throbbing manhood with the pain of tape being ripped off an unhealed
scab. Kobe shoved all the way up inside Money's ass as he unloaded,
shooting streak after streak of thick rich ball batter into his warm
massaging innards.
	Kobe groaned into Money's ear, his tall strong body convulsing from
orgasmic shockwaves as the cum pumped from him in thick clotted
spurts. Money held onto Kobe's back for support, even as he continued to
milk his own erection with his other hand. Kobe watched weakly as Money
quickly lifted his shirt (to keep it from getting soiled), then shot wad
after wad of thick white cum across his chest and stomach, painting his own
body white with streaks.


"Uhhh...uhhhh...urrhhh..." moaned Money as the cum poured out of him, his
asshole clamping and flexing strongly about Kobe's still embedded/spurting
dick.
	The 2 men lay locked like that for a few minutes, both basking in
the aftermath of good sex when Kobe finally gained enough strength to pull
out of Money's ass and climb back onto his side of the Hummer, behind the
wheel.


"Damn..." groaned Kobe, his dick still half hard and glistening wetly as it
leaned over his thigh... "Does this mean I finally have a regular fuck
buddy...?" he asked sheepishly, completely drained of fluids.
	Money smiled...


"Let's just take it one day at a time..." he suggested, his asshole still
throbbing with a reminder of how good it could feel...




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