Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2012 22:48:13 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the district-8

THE DISTRICT-8
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Written by:
Eugene Marvin (aka)
NPhillydogg@aol.com


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MANAYANK

	53 yr old (former police captain) David McConnell was having a
fundraiser luncheon to raise donations for his campaign, with 500 to a
$1000 plates. Having spent over 25 years on the police force, he had
managed to make a lot of friends in influential places. McConnell took that
opportunity (in front of all his friends and colleagues) to announce his
platform for mayor. He spoke of ways the city would benefit having him as
chief, how his years of driving patrol has given him intimate knowledge of
each neighborhood, and its surrounding communities. He spoke of ways he
could fix the city's failing budget, keep teachers in school, keep schools
open, and the neighborhoods safe with more police on patrol. He talked
about cleaning up the streets, making it safer not just for out of town
visitors in the historic sections of town `like the previous mayor', but
making the residents feel safer in their own homes by making stricter laws
and getting criminals and drug dealers off the street.
	McConnell was in the midst of arousing applauses, when word of his
son's heroic capture of 2 armored car thieves came in by reporters
videotaping the event.


"Excuse me, mister McConnell..." said a reporter, over the loud applause
from the crowd. "...reports are coming in that the 2 armored car thieves
that robbed a Brinks Truck earlier today..., was stopped and apprehended by
YOUR son police officer Elliott McConnell...!" announced the
reporter. "What comment do you have of this news breaking story...?"


"uh..." said McConnell, looking over his shoulder (quizzically) at his
staff. "...if those reports are true..., I'd be VERY proud of my son...,
and hope he is safe and in good health mentally and physically!"
	The reporter placed his hand up to his earpiece, then resumed
talking...


"My colleagues say he IS unharmed..., and on his way to his Precinct where
he is expected to file his report!" he informed.


"Thank you!" said McConnell, making a silent gesture to his aid to call his
son.


"Mr McConnell..." called another reporter. "...this wouldn't be some kind
of publicity stunt to bring attention to YOUR race for mayor, now would it,
sir...?" she asked smugly, getting a slight chuckle of ludicrous from the
crowd.
	McConnell chuckled also...


"I ASSURE you..., I have no hand in these reports...!"


"What about members of your staff...?" asked another reporter, believing it
quite coincidental that it happened at the same exact time he was having a
luncheon.


"I assure you again..." said McConnell, feeling the need to defend himself
and his staff. "...NO ONE on my staff was aware of this incident until it
was just bought to our attention!" he said sternly. "But you WILL all
understand if I disappear to go check in on my son, won't you...?" he
added, before excusing himself from the podium.


"David...!" called McConnell's chief assistant (Brian Dunn), following
McConnell as he headed out the exit through the back (leaving his $1000 a
plate guests wondering if that was all they got? "David...! You can't just
LEAVE your luncheon right in the middle of a speech! There's a lot of
people paying a lot of money to be here tonight to hear you bullshit your
way into their wallets...!"


"Not now, Brian...!" warned McConnell, rushing by all the people behind the
scenes to hit a back room exit to a town car waiting for his
departure. McConnell signaled to the driver as he tossed his half smoked
cigarette and jumped behind the wheel, starting the engine.


"David this is important...!" continued Dunn, hot on McConnell's
heels. "This is your FIRST appearance as the man who's running for
office...! You can't just say a few words and disappear..., you'll look
flaky and weak to your audience..."
	McConnell stopped at the town car's backdoor just long enough to
turn around and give Dunn a serious look...


"If people believe I'm WEAK or FLAKY because I choose to see how my SON was
doing after subduing 2 armed armored car robbers..., then maybe they should
cast their votes for someone who isn't so family oriented!" he stated
fiercely, before hopping into the backseat and commanding the chauffeur to
"DRIVE!"



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PENNSYLVAINA UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL University City

	Ciaos and pandemonium are the 2 best words to describe how chaotic
it was in the hospital's emergency room after police bought in 2 of their
own: Jake Valentine and Elliott McConnell, after fouling an armored car
robbery in the city.


"We're fine..." said one of the officers who were bought into emergency as
a precaution.


"Just sit back, chill, and relax Jake..." suggested one of the
escorts. "...it's procedure! You did good!"


"Thanks!" smiled Jake, looking over at his partner as the doctors came over
to check their progress.
	Elliott looked a bit shaken, but it wasn't from the ordeal, --he
was scared the doctors might discover something he and his partner were
trying hard to hide.


"So how are you feeling...?" asked the doctor on staff, checking the
officers vitals.


"We're okay, doctor...really!" said Jake, trying to get out of the exam as
quickly as possible. "I'm sure there'r MORE important cases you could get
to...!"


"NONE as important as tending to 2 of the city's finest!" smiled the
doctor, telling Jake to look up as he stared into his the corners of his
eyes. "I hear you 2 stopped an armored car heist..." added the
resident. "...that's impressive! I'll be sure to give you both THOROUGH
checkups before okaying you back into the field!"


"We're FINE, doctor...REALLY we are!" persisted Elliott, sounding more
paranoid than intended. "We just wanna get back to work...!"


"You're not going anywhere..." insisted the doctor, stepping over to
Elliott now. "...until I've had a chance to examine you and see if you're
FIT to go back in the field...!"


"Wha...what kinda exam...?" questioned Elliott, as the doctor too his pulse
and checked his heart rate.


"Just a standard test..." said the doctor, not liking what he
heard. "...unless I find reason to probe deeper...!"


"Probe...? Deeper...??" repeated Elliott, almost in total shock.
	The doctor replaced his stethoscope back around his neck...


"Could you remove your shirt...?" he asked, reaching behind Elliott.


"WHY?? What for...??!" asked Elliott, sounding accusatory.


"I don't like the way your pulse and heart is racing..., I want to check
your pressure...!" informed the doc.
	Elliott slowly unbuttoned his shirt, staring over at his partner as
if there were just caught in a lie...
	The doctor strapped the pressure bag around Elliott's bicep, then
pumped the tiny hand pump in his fist, swelling the back around Elliott's
arm. "Does high blood pressure run in your family...?" he asked, jotting
notes.


"uh...not really..." said Elliott, unsure.


"I'd like to keep you around for observation..." suggested the doctor,
cautiously. "...I wouldn't feel right releasing you back into service with
your heart rate and blood pressure as high as they are...!"
	Elliott waited until the doctor walked away (telling his wishes to
one of the ER nurses) before saying anything to his partner...


"Observation...?!" panicked Elliott. "I'm OUT OF HERE!" he announced,
jumping down off the exam table.


"No, don't...!" insisted Jake discreetly, knowing it would only bring MORE
questions later. "Just relax...!" he encouraged, moving to Elliott's
bedside. "They're only going to observe your pressure and heart rate..., IF
you relax and calm down, they'll release you!"


"What if he don't...?" asked Elliott, expecting the worst case scenario.
	Jake touched Elliott's shoulder...


"That's NOT an option!" he said firmly, causing Elliott to panic even more.
	Just then the ER became even MORE hectic when mayor candidate David
McConnell arrived looking for his son...
	Several doctors, nurses and staff walked up to greet the former
police captain as he made his way to the information desk. After a brief
exchange of words, he was told what cubicle to go to where he could find
his son.


"Elliott...!" said McConnell, worried.


"Dad!" cheered Elliott, before panic reset, knowing his father might be
there to witness his biggest grief...?


"How ARE you...? Are you alright...?" asked the concerned father, wrapping
his hand protectively behind Elliott's neck, gently rubbing the nap at the
end of his hairline.


"Yeah dad, I'm fine..." insisted Elliott, "...can you get them to let me
out of here...?" he asked, sounding positively like a little boy.


"Well..." said McConnell, unsure. "...I'm sure the doctors will let you
leave once they've cleared you to get back to work...!" he assured, looking
into the next cubicle to see Jake Valentine. "Hi Jake..." he added with a
smile.


"Hi David..." smiled Jake, giving the older man a huge hug `hello'.
	Elliott couldn't help but notice how CLOSE the 2 men seemed...


"I heard about the apprehension..." said McConnell,
congratulatory. "...neither of you were HURT, were you...?" he asked for
reassurance.


"No...we're fine, David...!" said Jake, "The doctor just wanted to keep
Elliott for observation...! His heart rate and pressure is up...!"


"Oh, okay..." said McConnell, breathing a little easier. "...that could
just be the adrenaline pumping through your veins..." said the proud
father. "...OR...it could be a more serious sign...!" he added. "he doctor
was RIGHT to keep you for observation!"
	Elliott sulked.


"Jake..." continued McConnell, turning back to his son's partner. "...has
anyone contacted YOUR family...?" he asked, just as more ciaos erupted as
the officers of the 5th Precinct came pouring in.


"JAKE...? JAKE...?! WHERE'S JAKE...??!" they called, getting directions
from the officers of the 23rd Precinct. "JAKE...!" yelled Jorge Valentine
(Jake's father), pulling back the curtains cancelling who was in what
cubicle. "SON! How ARE you...?!" he asked, rushing to his son's side.


"I'm okay, pop...really!" said Jake, assuredly.


"We gotta call saying you were in a gun fight with bandits...!" said
(middle brother) Jessie, happy to see his little brother up and healthy. "I
see YOU came out on top!" he cheered, accompanying their father into the
exam cube.


"You guys didn't have to come down here..." responded Jake, somewhat
touched by his family's concerns. "...I'm fine, really! Is MOM with
you...?"


"We thought it best not to tell your mother anything until we were
SURE...!" said Jorge, protecting his wife.


"John came too...!" added Jessie. "He's out in the car!"


"Why didn't he come in...?" asked Jake, already knowing the answer.


"Because of this stupid FUED you 2 got going on...!" yelled Jorge, hating
that his son's aren't getting along. "WHEN'R you gonna STOP grating your
brother's balls over the coals...?! It's ENOUGH already!"


"When he breaks up with Kelley!" said Jake, reliving the big fight he had
with his older brother (John) about dating his ex-fiancé –Kelley Bradley
(chap-34, pt-2 of The PRECINCT).


"You hadn't dated Kelley in almost 2 years!" argued Jorge Valentine,
believing his son's shouldn't ever let anything come between them,
especially a dame. "You can't fault your brother for finding love in a girl
as beautiful as Kelley Bradley! You were a FOOL to dump her in the first
place!"


"Yeah...WHY was that, anyway...?" questioned Jessie Valentine, agreeing
with his father.


"It doesn't matter WHY Kelley and I broke up..." argued Jake, "...the POINT
IS..., John and I were brothers..., HE should have kept his distance rather
he agreed with the breakup or not!"


"LOVE don't work that way, Jakey boy...!" said Jorge, crushing his son's
ideas. "You can't help WHO you fall in love with! Your brother had about as
much choice in THAT as he did about WHAT SEX he wanted to be...! Some
things you just dealt with! Right McConnell...?"


"uh...I er...uh..." stammered David, not wanting to get involved with
family squabbles.


"John's willing to put it all behind him..." added Jessie, "...that's why
he drove me and dad up here to see you...!"


"But he DIDN'T come in...!" pointed out Jake.


"Well HE can't be making all the concessions..." reasoned Jorge. "...YOU'VE
got to meet him half way! He's TRYING!"


"I think we should leave our sons to rest up awhile..." suggested
McConnell, coming to Jake's rescue. "...the doctor gave them sedatives to
calm their adrenaline..., they might be asleep for awhile!"
	Jake immediately took McConnell cue and started yawning, slumping
forward as if getting sleepy.


"Oh...okay..." said Jorge, signaling Jessie to move on. "...we'll come back
after they've had some rest...!"
	Jake waited until his father and brother were out of listening
range before he thanked McConnell for the aid...


"Thanks sir..." he said, falling back into rank. "...you can SEE why I
didn't want to go to the 5th district with my brothers...!"


"I understand, Jake..." laughed McConnell, getting back to his own son. "As
for YOU..., I'm not going anywhere until the doctor releases you from his
watch!"


"Yes sir." sulked Elliott, feeling like a 5 year old.



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WEST PHILLY

	6'2", 165 lbs, Kenneth (Kobe) Brown had only ONE THING on his mind
after sexing up his drug boss (24 yr old Underlord DeWayne [DMoney] Wright}
in the backseat of Money's Hummer (last chap). He awoke with a brick hard
erection that never diminished during the day. From the moment he saw Money
emerge from his home (dressed casually in a designer tracksuit), he
couldn't get the images of seeing his dick sliding in and out of Money's
ass out of his mind.
	Money got into the Hummer, his mind focused on the day's events,
barely noticing Kobe's obvious bulge. He had his trusted wingman chauffeur
him everywhere he needed to go, from checking on his legitimate businesses
(his barber shop & day spa) and having lunch with his wife, to checking in
with his drug houses, making sure profits were as high as expected.


	Several of the drug houses had round the clock packing facilities
hidden away in sub-basements, far beneath the house (or in secret
compartments leading to neighboring houses made up to look like regular
homes with normal families living inside), so the drugs could easily be
packed, sorted, and distributed to the sellers in record time. It was an
operation started by POOH (Money's late Boss), and continued to Money
today.
	As they got out of Money's Hummer, Kobe adjusted the large lump in
his pants, pulling the tails of his button down shirt over the crotch to
conceal his lump. But his eyes were focused on Money's ass as they walked
up the steps to the last drug house, memories of Money's laid back in his
car seat like a bitch, his legs spread to allow his dick to pummel through
his ass to fuck well into his gut.
	Money stepped into the house, checking on his properties and making
sure his minions were working appropriately. After the brief visit they
headed back down to the Hummer, where Kobe felt compelled to discreetly rub
and massage Money's ass before getting into the RV...


"When you gonna let me get some more of THIS...?" he asked, feeling the ass
through the tracksuit.


"Yo..." sounded Money defensively, pushing Kobe's hand off his
tush. "...that ain't no open door back there...!" he informed. "I ain't no
gay bottom...! Don't be grabbin' my ass like that...! Especially in
public!"


"My bad, man..." said Kobe, half-heartedly. "...but you can't blame a dude
for tryin', rite...? I mean that ass was GOOD as shit, dawg...! I GOTTA let
me back up IN that shit!"


"OR..." laughed Money, getting back in the passenger's seat. "...you could
get yourself a girlfriend to BONE whenever yur ass get horny...!" he
suggested. "Or better yet..., get a GAY dude who likes getting' boned
regularly..., that way you won't have to commit to anything!"


"MAN..." said Kobe, sucking his teeth as he got behind the wheel. "...I
told you I ain't down with fuckin' no GAY buls...! I don't know WHERE them
asses been or WHAT they got!"


"Well, I'm a married STRAIGHT man..." reminded Money (with a
chuckle). "...most of MY sexual urges stem from my DICK, not my ass!"


"C'mon man..., you LIKED it though, rite...?" questioned Kobe, not letting
it go that easily. "I mean, you CAME while I was fuckin' you...! So it
MUST'VE felt good to you!"
	Money laughed, unable to rebuttal from that statement. Indeed he
did CUM while getting fucked, but he had learned (while having to putout
for POOH) that the pain lessened if he masturbated his dick, which usually
resulted in climax. "All I'm sayin' is: if you liked it..., then we BOTH
get somethin' out of it! You get to get dick down whenever you want, and I
get more ass! Win Win!"


"It's just THAT simple to you, eh...?" asked Money, actually considering
his bul's offer.


"Yeah man..." said Kobe, sensing Money's pending agreement. "...that ass
was one of the best fucks I ever had...!" he admitted. "I'm not ready to
give that shit up, rite now...!"


"Alright..." said Money, making Kobe's dick spring hard instantly. "...I'll
THINK about it, seriously!"
	Kobe frowned...


"THINK about it...?" he repeated, his hand on the key ignition. "You said
that shit last time!"


"YO..." yelled Money, reminding Kobe who was boss. "...you LUCKY I'm even
entertainin' the idea of lettin' you fuck me again..." he
explained. "...that ain't the kinda image I want goin' around about
myself...! Feel me...? I gotta lotta niggas out here gunnin' for my
position..., includin' KANE! And all they need to kno' is `Money's givin
his ass up to one of his buls' to start thinkin' I've gone SOFT and start
comin' at me stupidly...! And I don't wanna have another citywide bloodbath
all becuz my BUL couldn't keep his mouth shut!"
	Kobe paused...


"I ain't gonna tell nobody...!" he said, looking Money in the eye. "WHO
would I tell anyway...? I don't want people thinkin' I'm gay cuz I'm bonin'
some dude...!"
	Money stared Kobe in the eye for a few second, testing his
sincerity...


"Okay..." he agreed, sitting back in his seat. "...we can DO IT again..."


"YES!" glee Kobe, starting the Hummer.


"...but I'm still in charge!" added Money. "Just cuz I'm lettin' you fuck
me, don't make me yur BITCH!"


"Of course not..." agreed Kobe, believing the opposite. "...yur the BOSS!"
he added, before pulling off.



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UNIVERSITY CITY

	A small army of reporters formed outside University Hospital,
waiting for the first glimpses of the officers responsible for stopping an
armored car heist only hours ago. Inside, Elliott McConnell was lying on an
emergency room gurney, with an I.V. running through his arm, feeding him
medicines to quickly heal anxiety attacks.
	At bedside was his partner Jake Valentine, helping Elliott to relax
by keeping his spirits high while his father (David McConnell) wandered his
way into the cafeteria for a cup of coffee.


"You seem a lot calmer now..." said Jake, reassuring his partner. "...I'm
SURE the doctor will release you as soon as they take your new vitals...!"


"I hope so..." said Elliott, feeling calmer. "...I hate hospitals!"


"Was THAT why you were acting so squeamish earlier...?" inquired Jake,
curiously.


"No..." whispered Elliott, in case anyone in the next cubicle could hear
them. "...I didn't want the doctor to examine us and find out we got..." he
made his voice tail to a faint whisper, as Jake leaned in closer to hear
him. "...FUCKED by our assailants...!"
	Now Jake understood Elliott's anxiety.


"I don't think the doctor's examination would include checking our
assholes..." responded Jake, knowing they still held the DNA of the two
dead suspects inside them.


"You sure...?" asked Elliott, "I haven't had a doctor yet that didn't think
the solutions to all my aliments lay up inside my asshole...!"


"Really...?" laughed Jake, picturing Elliott bent over with a doctor's
fingers stuffed up his ass.


"Every doctor I've had since I was 15, has given me anal exams for some
reason!" confessed Elliott. "You're telling me a general exam doesn't
include them shoving their fingers in your butt?"


"Nope..." laughed Jake, "...not unless you give them reason to check up
there...; like having anal sex, hemorrhoids, prostate exams, or some kinda
discomfort...! Otherwise, they just wanted to play in your asshole!"


"Really...?" asked Elliott, thinking of the missed opportunities. "Some of
those doctors were HOT!"



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WEST PHILLY

	Kobe unlocked the door to his apartment, then showed his company
in. Money looked around the apt for the first time, discovering Kobe was a
slob. "Nice apartment..." he said (being kind), "...reminds me of my
first!"


"Bedroom's over there!" said Kobe, pointing towards the back as he slipped
his arm around Money's waist to gently guide him into the room.
	Money laughed at Kobe's eagerness, finally knowing how it felt to
be a woman, having guys treat you like a sex object.


"You know a BEER, some food, or at least polite conversation is customary
on a DATE before jumping straight in the sack!" joked Money, feeling
ushered into the bedroom.


"Are we dating...?" asked Kobe, unsure.
	Money hesitated...


"I...dunno..." he answered. "...but we about to fuck..., I feel like
SOMETHING should be done beforehand...!"


"Something like what...?" asked Kobe (the blood rushing to his dick).


"I dunno..." said Money, feeling awkward.


"I thought the whole idea of fuckin' a dude was cuz so you didn't have to
go through the drama of dating chicks...?" questioned Kobe. "I thought it
was no strings, no drama, no attachment sex...?"


"It IS...usually...!" agreed Money, starting to feel FUNNY about the
situation.


"What's so different about THIS one...?" asked Kobe.
	Money thought about it...


"What's different is: I'M not usually the one on the bottom...!" he
explained. "This's a big deal for me! I don't just bend over for ANY
nigga!"


"Oh, so I'm special...?" asked Kobe, with a smile.


"I'm HERE, ain't I...?" asked Money, directly.


"Yeah..." answered Kobe, "...but you still wearing yur clothes..." he
stated.
	Money pulled off his tracksuit jacket, as Kobe began to undo his
belt. Both guys eyeballed each other intensely as they undressed. Kobe kept
his eyes on Money's superb lite brown physique and tight muscled ass
bubble, while Money eyed Kobe's tall dark med/slim body and long hard dark
dick which popped up rock hard and ready for work as soon as he shed his
clothing.
	Money reached down and massaged his own soft (but growing dick)
with his palm, hesitating towards the bed as Kobe reached back and started
rubbing his prize ass, his long slim fingers slipping between Money's
cheeks. Money walked over to Kobe's unmade bed, then climbed onboard on his
hands and knees, exposing his ass vulnerably. Kobe stood back as he watched
the ass cheeks spread before him, slowly revealing the hair lined crack and
budding hole. Money waited as Kobe got into position behind him, then
reached out and mesmerizingly massaged his ass cheeks, kneading and molding
the muscled buns with his strong hands as he pried them apart to gander at
the tiny tight hole hiding in the midst of curly black hairs.
	Kobe stared at the tiny anus that gave him so much pleasure in the
past 2 encounters, and felt nearly compelled to lean over and lick the
searing hole with his tongue. Money jumped with surprise as Kobe knelt
behind him and pressed his face up into his ass, becoming more comfortable
with his face stuffed between 2 ass cheeks.


"Shit man..." moaned Money, turned on by the unexpected washing his asshole
was getting.
	He reached down between his legs and began to massage his half-hard
dick, pulling at the shaft and stroking himself to erection as he lay his
face and torso down against the mattress, surrendering his ass for
consumption.
	It'd been forever since Money had his ass expertly eaten, feeling
Kobe's tongue wash over his anus was a feeling he could definitely get used
to as he parted his knees and arched his back to make his ass appear more
appetizing.


	Kobe was no real ass eater. He imagined (and thought of) Money's
asshole as pussy. Like most men, he enjoyed eating pussy, and since he
already thought of Money's ass as his personal prized possession, eating it
before fucking only seemed natural.
	He stroked his own enormously hard dick as he ate his boss's
backside, swabbing the tiny bud with his tongue and darting it in and out
of the actual chute. He could feel the tension literally leaving Money's
body with each passing minute, allowing the tight anus to relax and his
tongue to reach further into his backside. Hearing Money's moans increase
only fueled Kobe's hunger, turning him into a pig as he nestled his face in
his boss's ass and eat to his heart's content.
	Money felt the tongue digging into his anus, and started throwing
his ass back to help it reach further. Kobe liked how Money's ass fucked
back against his face, making his dick brick harder as he ripped his tongue
from the spit drenched orifice, then stood up and slapped his big dick
between the cheeks.


"Shit man..." groaned Money (feeling Kobe's dick rubbing against his ass
crack), ready to get fucked.
	Kobe held Money's ass cheeks open with his hands, as he rubbed his
dick back and forth along the spit lined crack, using the excess saliva to
wet his dick. Looking down, he released a gob of warm spit which plopped
down over his dickhead, and rested against Money's entrance before Kobe
began darting the dickhead into the anus.
	Money could feel the pressure of Kobe's dick pushing into him, then
felt the continuous splat of spit dropping against his asshole from Kobe's
mouth (keeping the entry wet). With each new appliance of spit, Kobe pushed
his dickhead further to penetrate Money's anal ring. Money moaned as the
dick started to move into him, stretching his ring as it burrowed its way
inside.
	Kobe gripped Money's ass cheeks tighter, holding them open and in
place as he started to drill into the hole. Money rose up onto his hands,
trying to keep his asshole from locking up and making entry harder. He'd
learned from experiences with POOH, that it was much easier getting fucked
if you pushed outward with your anus rather than tighten up from fear. So
he forced himself to relax and push outward, enabling Kobe's dick to slip
further.


"Damn this ass's tite...!" groaned Kobe, already loving how the ring
chocked his crown as he added more spit to moisten the hole. Money groaned
aloud as the dick moved through him further, inching its way into his
rectum and eventually through to his bowels.
	It took some time to completely bury his entire shaft, but Kobe
managed to worm his entire dick into Money's ass without killing him. With
every new inch he pushed into Money's ass, he was rewarded with a tight
gripping flex of the anus, choking and massaging his shaft as it sank
slowly into him, his balls kissing against his ring as he ground his hips
into his ass.
	Money felt the dick reaching into his bowel, the long hard phallus
probing deeply as it lay in wait, waiting to beat in the backdoor and break
down the clinging walls. Kobe leaned in over Money's back (pressing his
bare chest to Money's bare back), caressing his sides, ribs, and torso with
his hands as his dick flexed around in his hole. Money reached down and
massaged his own dick, knowing the fucking would soon start. Kobe only gave
Money a few minutes to adjust to his buried tool before standing upright,
grabbing his waist, and beginning an unstoppable stroke. Money felt the
dick starting to slide in and out of him, dragging his anus back and forth
as his inner ring clung to the shaft like a second skin. The friction was
incredible, causing extreme circumstance for both men. Kobe loved the way
Money's asshole clang to his dick, sucking him in as his dick buried into
the hot depths of his body with every stroke. Money managed to take the
punishment, manning up as the pain gradually turned in pleasure. Getting
fucked wasn't something he did regularly, so it usually took his body
awhile to get used to the invasion as his body adjusted around the
thrusting shaft.


	Kobe watched his dick moving in and out of Money's spread ass, the
hole hugging and squeezing his dick as it moved throughout the rectum. He
loved watching his dick slide through the anal ring, drooling more spit
down occasionally to moisten the passageway.
	Picking up speed, he began to dominate the ass, fucking harder,
deeper, and stronger as it became accustomed to his stroke. He could feel
Money's body growing more and more relaxed as he dug deeper and reached
further into his bowels. Money could feel Kobe's balls slapping against his
own between his legs, even as he masturbated to keep up with the
thrusts. Soon Kobe held him by the hips, slapping his pelvic bone into his
ass with every stroke, his 9" dick beating straight through the curved
rectum to batter into the milking gut.
	Money could feel the passion increase as Kobe's thrusts became more
powerful and less controlled. Money found his asshole tensing
involuntarily, clamping down to chokehold the penis before it could do any
deeper damage. Of course Kobe loved the feeling, as it caused him to drive
harder into Money's tight gripping space.


"Hold up..., wait!" insisted Money, pulling forward to dislodge. Kobe was
in mid-thrust when Money's asshole suddenly pulled away, leaving his wet
dick swaying in the wind.
	Money climbed further up onto the bed, rolling onto his back before
lifting his legs and exposing his ass. Kobe climbed up into bed after him,
his eyes focused on the wet anus which he re-aimed his dick against, then
pushed back in. Money tensed as the dick slid back inside him, stroking his
own 8.5" dick as his ass gobbled every inch Kobe had to offer.


	Kobe felt a great deal of power and strength course through his
veins as he slid back into Money's ass. The first time they fucked he felt
no control whatsoever, a virtual victim to his boss's anal cravings as
Money succumbed to the effects of the experimental drug FUC (chap-2, pt-3 &
chap-3, pt-1). Kobe liked the way his boss's ass felt on his dick, but was
far too afraid to fuck him the way he wanted for fear of retaliation. Now
however, Kobe was beginning to see Money in a different light. Sure he was
still his boss, still the drug lord leader of the Underground, but now that
Kobe knew Money's fascination with getting fucked ran deeper than merely
working off the effects of an experimental drug, he saw Money as a possible
answer to his sexual sobriety. Yes Money firmly expressed his straight
manhood, speaking of being in control and one step ahead of his enemies...,
but Kobe wasn't trying to hear all that, not when Money was holding out
with the one thing Kobe needed to get his rocks off. The fact that Money
was currently lying on his back in his bed, his legs up and spread like a
chick, getting his butt fucked like pussy, --proved that Money liked what
was happening MORE than he was willing to let on.
	Money lay on his back in bed, his legs spread up and out of the way
as Kobe lay atop him, pumping his hips up and down as he fucked 9 inches
deep into his ass. Money masturbated his own dick in time with Kobe's
strokes, using his free hand to hold onto Kobe's trim thrusting waist as he
fucked him like a man on a mission. Kobe watched his own dick sliding in
and out of between Money's cheeks, his dick disappearing down the black
hole with every jab of his hips. He shifted the majority of his weight on
his arms, using them as stilts as he hovered over Money's prone body while
thrusting deep into his ass like a bandit.
	Money felt Kobe's strokes picking up pace as he started to get
carried away in his ass. Money could tell Kobe was getting close to losing
his load, as his ginger strokes started to become more precise, driving his
dick with a purpose. Both men felt themselves becoming more vested in the
fucking as their bodies started to act as one unit. Kobe saw Money's dick
beginning to pre-cum as he stroked solely at the head, stimulating the tip
just before the cum came shooting out.


"UHHH...!" grunted Money, shooting almost prematurely as the first gob of
sperm rocketed from his dick like a cannon blast, then arched through the
air and landed on his chest. Kobe felt Money's asshole spasm intensely
around his digging dick, just as the second wad shot from the flaring tip,
landing less than an inch from the last.
	Kobe took advantage of Money's orgasm, using his moment of
vulnerability to fuck him as hard and deep as he wanted, fucking the cum
from Money's body. Money pushed up against Kobe's chest, trying to ease
some of the tension as the dick continued to pummel through his flexing
ring like a battering ram. "UHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...!" he
grunted after every thrust, the cum painting against his chest and stomach
in streaks.


"I'm gonna CUM next...!" groaned Kobe, slamming into Money with ultra deep
thrusts, burying his 9 inch rod as far as it could go before unloading.
	Money felt himself speared on the end of Kobe's dick (but was in
the thrall of his own orgasm to care much), when Kobe's dick suddenly
erupted an explosion of sperm in his gut. "AAARRRRRHHHHHHHH FUCK YEAH...!!"
yelled the top man, shooting his load directly in his boss's body.
	Both men felt the eruption as Kobe's dick set off a series of wild
jerks and spurts, filling Money's anal canal to the brim with potent ball
juice. Both men moaned in ecstasy as they came together. Money gently moved
his hand from blocking Money's chest, to reaching up behind his head to
caress his neck. Kobe ground his dick all the way into Money, pressing his
pelvic bone against the bottom man's ass (sealing his dick inside the hole)
as he unloaded.
	Feeling weakened, Kobe fell forward on top of Money. Money gently
wrapped his arms about Kobe's back, hugging him closely as they two
remained connected (dick in ass). Kobe felt the warm caress relaxing him as
he buried his head in Money's neck, instinctively kissing his neck and
shoulder, just as he would any GIRL he would have fucked.
	Money allowed the kissing/caressing to happen until their orgasms
were over, then he pushed at Kobe to get off of him...


"So I guess SECONDS are out of the question...?" asked Kobe, liking where
his dick slept.
	Money and he laughed, as Money pushed him out and aside...


"I have a wife to answer to, remember...?" he said, getting up (Kobe
couldn't help staring at the male ASS he just fucked [again for the 3rd
time] ). "C'mon, get dressed..." ordered Money, searching for his discarded
clothes. "...I have to drive you back to your car...!"




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