Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 00:25:31 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: The Hood

THE HOOD
Introductions

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


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WEST PHILLY

	Nineteen year old African American Quest (Q) Winfield (6', 160 lbs
with a deep dark skin complexion and straight to the back cornrows) walked
into the corner variety store known for its convenient fast food American
takeout. Dressed in a dark colored hoodie, blue jeans, and work boots, the
Korean born staff began watching him closely upon entering. Quest looked at
the strong middle-age male behind the cash register (ringing up customers),
then wandered his was down one of the 3 aisles towards the back of the
store where the fast food was served. "Can I help you...?" asked the Korean
woman behind the food counter, looking at Quest suspiciously.


"Is Tae here...?" he asked, getting an odd look from the woman.


"Tae...?" she questioned, looking back over her shoulder at her
companion. Quest listened as the two females tending grill and making
hogies (sub-sandwiches) began speaking rapid Korean. They spoke harshly as
if arguing, then the woman turned back towards Quest... ""How you know
Tae...?" she asked in thick accent, stepping beyond what Quest considered
her right to know.


"What...?!" asked the angry black male, put off by the question. "Ain't
none'a your fuckin' business HOW I know Tae...! Is he HERE or not...?!" he
asked louder, in case she didn't hear him the first time.
	The older man stepped from behind the cash register, carrying a
wooden baseball bat...


"Tae not here..." said the woman, hidden safely behind a thick plastic
bulletproof glass. "...get out of our store! Tae not here...!"


"Is there a problem...?" asked the man, casually flinging the bat over his
shoulder intimidating.


"Ain't no problem here, hommie..." said Quest, showing no fear as he turned
towards the male. "...you best go back behind your cash register and finish
takin' care of your costumers `fore you get hurt...!" he warned.


"I think you leave now!" said the man, trying to be diplomatic.


"Look..., all I wanna know is if Tae's here...?! That's an easy yes or no
answer! Why I want `em or how I know `em ain't none'a yall fuckin'
business...!" yelled Q, getting frustrated.


"You leave now or we call police!" said the woman, shoeing the young thug
away as the bat yielding man began to close in...


"Yo man..., you best back the fuck up with that bat..." warned Q, lifting
his shirt to reveal a gun. The Korean man backed off, as the woman quickly
grabbed a cell phone and began dialing 9-1-1.
	Q looked about the store as the customers looked on, anticipating a
violent outcome. Quest assessed his situation, then decided it wasn't worth
jeopardizing his life over. "Fuck it!" he said, walking towards the
exit. "FUCK all yall mother fuckas!" he stated before leaving.
	Q got back to his car (parked just outside), then got into the
driver's seat when he suddenly heard his name called...


"Q...! Yo Q..., wait up...!" yelled his Asian friend, rushing up to the
passenger's side door from down the block.
	Q hit the power locks, allowing him to get in...


"Wussup with your fuckin' family, Yo...??" asked the black teen angrily, as
Tae hopped into the passenger's seat beside him. "Why they always gotta
treat me like I'm some fuckin' criminal lookin' to ROB em n'shit...?!"


"Well...?" said Tae (5'7", 150 lbs [Korean/Black born American] with a
golden yellow skin complexion, short dark straight hair and a clean baby
face), gesturing towards Q's outfit.


"What...?? THIS how we dress inna hood!" he defended, looking down at his
wardrobe.


"I'm sorry..., I apologize for them..." said Tae, sincerely. "...but you
know my family's business has been robbed a few times..., and they're
skeptical of anyone walking in looking like a..., like a, uh..."


"A HOODRAT...?" asked Q, inspecting an insult.


"...a THUG!" corrected Tae.


"That's what your ass like..., ain't it...?" questioned Q, massaging his
lump in his pants... "You like us big dick black thug types, don'cha...?"
	Tae blushed as he slammed closed the passenger side door, locking
himself in. "Don't go getting' bashful now nigga..., you know you like this
shit!" insisted Q.
	Tae conceded...


"Yeah..., I LIKE it...!" he admitted, shyly.
	Q leaned over and openly kissed Tae on the lips. Tae hesitated,
afraid someone from his family might be watching. Q hit the controls and
automatically rolled up the tented windows to his ride, insuring
privacy. Once the windows were up and secure, Tae leaned over and planted a
wet one on his black lover's lips. The two men kissed for a few seconds,
intertwining tongues as Q forced his tongue into Tae's mouth.


"Let's get the fuck outta here..." said Q, getting horny. "...my gran'ma's
not home..., so we can fuck there for a couple hours b'fore she gets off
work...!"
	Tae smiled, knowing Q was always horny for sex...


"Punch it!" he said, buckling up.



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	17 year old Kaleb Nelson sat at home (in his father's house),
playing video games. Resident Evil, Killer Zombies, and Grand Theft Auto
(Philadelphia) were his current favorites. Kaleb moved in with his dad
(KaliQ) in West Philly (leaving his mom's house in South Philly), only
after she decided to allow her new lover (Julio Espisedo --founder of
`FATHER'S AGAINST DRUGS') into her home. But what Latrina Nelson (and
Kaleb's father) didn't know, was that Julio had been Kaleb's lover first,
while under the pretence of being his mentor (chapter-11 in the series
ROSWELL HEIGHTS >see prolific author's section of Nifty.org to find the
story title under the name NPHILLYDOGG<) Kaleb never got over Julio's
rejection, nor had he forgiven him for dumping him and shacking up with his
mom. Unable to watch his former lover and his mother sleep in the same bed
as girlfriend & boyfriend, Kaleb decided to leave. Whenever Latrina or
Julio called to check up on him (making sure he was adjusting well to his
new environment), Kaleb gave them the cold shoulder, pretending not to
care. 38 year old KaliQ noticed the attitude his son had whenever he talked
to his mother over the phone, but figured it was simply because Kaleb was
angry to be losing his mom to another man, having delusions that his family
might someday get back together.
	KaliQ tried talking openly with his son, trying to get to the
bottom of how he was feeling. But whenever he brought up what happened at
his mother's house, Kaleb would clam up like a seashell, refusing to talk
about it. KaliQ decided the best way to find out what happened was to go to
the source, so he drove over to his ex-wife's house in South Philly without
calling ahead, not wanting to give her the chance to talk him out of coming
over.


	KaliQ pulled up in front of his ex-wife's home sometime
mid-afternoon. Knocking on her door, he fully hoped to catch her home off
guard, not wanting her to have a preconceived story before he got
there. However it wasn't Latrina who answered the door, but her 46 year old
live-in boyfriend Julio (and quite possibly the reason for his son's moving
out). "Is L. home...?" he asked, as soon as he saw who it was.
	Julio recognized Kaleb's dad immediately (though they never
physically met), he was nearly the split image of his son, only older and
thicker.


"She's not here right now..." said Julio, drying his hands on a dishtowel
which rested over his shoulder. KaliQ looked frustrated as he wondered if
the man was lying...?


"You expect her home soon...?" he asked instead, fighting the urge to barge
in and see for himself.
	Julio lifted his head in thought...


"I believe she's working late today..." he said, thoughtfully. "...she may
not get in until later tonight...!"
	KaliQ smirked sarcastically at the idea of Latrina working overtime
while her boyfriend stayed home washing dishes. She certainly wasn't the
money hungry woman HE remembered who always had her hand out and in his
pockets.


"Overtime, eh...?" he asked, stopping short of calling the man a
liar. "Tell me something, uh..."


"Julio..." said the Rican, in case KaliQ didn't know his name. "...Julio
Espisedo...!"


"...yeah, whatever..." said KaliQ, unconcerned of the man's name. "...how
does Latrina feel about you staying home washing dishes while she's out
working overtime to make end's meat...?" asked the ex-husband,
boldly. "Cause the Trina I knew years ago wouldn't've EVER went for no
ghetto ass shit like that...even if you FORCED her!"
	Julio looked insulted by the accusation that he was sponging off
Latrina somehow, as if he weren't working...


"Latrina and I BOTH work..." said Julio, in the calmest voice he could
muster.


"Yeah...?" asked KaliQ, sounding skeptical. "What kinda work you do...?" he
asked, curiously.
	Julio placed his hands on his hips, having had quite enough of the
man's arrogance...


"What does my job got to do with anything...?" he asked, annoyed. "What I
do for a living has no bearing whatsoever on Latrina's and my
relationship...!"


"It does if it has anything to do with WHY my son's acting like an abused
kid...!" said KaliQ, causing a cold chill to rush up Julio's spine. "If I
find out that you've laid a HAND on my son..."


"Abused...?" questioned Julio, wondering what Kaleb told his father...? "I
don't know what stories Kaleb's been telling you..., but I would NEVER laid
a hand on him in anger...!" defended Julio, telling the truth. "I would
NEVER hurt Kaleb intentionally...! I've never hit or abused him in ANY way
that showed malice!"
	KaliQ studied Julio's manner and body language as he spoke, then
determined he might be telling the truth. "I LOVE Kaleb...! I was really
hoping a friendship would work out after I moved in with him and his
mom..., but he became more distant..."


"Maybe you two moved too fast..." suggested KaliQ, sensing Julio might not
be a bad guy, "...I don't see what the big deal would have been if yall had
just held off living together for awhile...? Kaleb's nearly grown..., he'd
be on his own in another year or so...! Yall act like she's pregnant or
someth..." KaliQ stopped in mid thought, the idea JUST occurring to
him... "She NOT pregnant is she...?!" he asked, curiously.


"No...!" laughed Julio, "Not at all...!"


"Good..." chuckled KaliQ, feeling relieved for some reason. "...exactly how
OLD are you anyway...?" he asked, inappropriately.
	Julio stopped laughing...


"46." he answered, honestly.
	KaliQ looked disgusted...


"46...??" he said, as if the age was preposterous. "So what're you...,
like...10, 11 years older than her...?"


"9!" answered Julio, sternly.


"9...? Is that all...?" smirked KaliQ, knowing he had gotten under Julio's
skin. "I guess if L likes it, I love it!" he surmised. "Anyway, when she
gets in, tell her we need to talk...!"


"We'll do..." said Julio, as KaliQ turned to go back down the front
steps. "...of course had you CALLED first..., you could have saved yourself
a trip..." added Julio, sarcastically.
	KaliQ looked back up at Julio, anger shooting from his eye sockets
like daggers.


"So long as L's still the mother of my son..., I'll stop by to talk to MY
ex-wife about OUR boy any time I damn well please!" he said loud and clear,
pointing his finger for good measure. "Make sure you give her my
message...!" he added, before casually walking back down the steps.
	Julio watched as KaliQ took his time getting back to his car, as if
waiting to hear a response. But Julio knew better than to fan the flames,
knowing KaliQ had likely come there for an argument.



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LANCASHIRE AVENUE

	A single news crew record events happening outside The Lancashire
Halfway House in West Philly, for the local evening news. Neighborhood
residents protest the opening of the house, saying `it's a breeding ground
for criminals and child molesters'. But local Officials insist that none of
the former inmates scheduled to reside in the house, have any associations
with child molestation (although some are former drug dealers, rapists of
women, armed bandits, and murderers).
	There is a small police presence stationed outside the Residence,
in case protestors get violent (although highly unlikely). Neighbors BOO
(with picket signs) the Official van that pulls up, transporting the newly
released ex-convicts. As the men are bought out of the van and shown their
new home away from home, a protestor throws a brick, catching one of the
ex-cons in the head. The man goes down quickly as police move in to arrest
the assailant. Angry protestors block the police path to the attacker as
Officials lift the victimized man to his feet and quickly escort them all
inside.


"Brutes!" yell the House Master, taking the injured man to medical room to
clean the blood dripping from his head. "And they call THESE MEN the
animals! Who still throws bricks in this day and age...? Are you
alright...?" he asked.
	The injured man continued to hold his head as he was taken to the
room and guided to a nearby chair for observation.


"I...was fine...until THIS...!" said the man, still slightly dazed.


"Don't worry..." said the House Master, cleaning the cut with peroxide
before bandaging it. "...eventually they'll get tired of standing outside,
and will disappear...! We won't be run from our home THAT easily...!"


"Jacob..., the news crew's here..." announced a staff member, taking the
House Master away from his first patient.


"Okay..." he said, tossing the old blood stained cotton balls before
removing his rubber gloves. "...finish cleaning him up..., I'll address the
news crew...!" he insisted, stepping out into the hall and entering a
spacious loving room, designed comfortably with donated/used furniture.
	The news crew (which consisted [only] of one cameraman) stood
waiting, along with 5 men newly added to the program. "Hi..." said Jacob,
greeting the camera. "...I'm Jacob Newman. I run the House these men now
call home. The purpose of the House is to eventually reintegrate you all
back into society as hard working law abiding citizens! You are welcomed to
stay here for up to 6 months, where in time we expect you to find a job,
open a bank account, deposit your checks into that account, and build
interest until you can find an apartment or place of your own. This is a
City Run Housing Program, so you ALL may be tested randomly for illegal
substances at any given time! There of course are NO illegal drugs allowed
in or on the premises! Anyone on prescription medication will have to turn
over your medicine to the medical staff to be distrusted in the proper
doses. Anyone caught using, selling, testing, hiding, holding, or buying
drugs for or from anyone, will immediately be expelled from the Program and
possibly, --depending on your probation, sent back to prison where you may
incur more jail time! There is a 10 o'clock curfew, unless possessing
verification from your employer that mandates you need to be out later!
Under NO circumstances whatsoever are you allowed any overnight guests in
your rooms! Sexual intercourse is strictly prohibited, and those violating
the rules will be expelled from the Program and sent back to whichever
facilities you came from! These rules are intact to safeguard the community
at large, as well as the residents of this House! There are 8 rooms
available for occupancy, with 2 occupants to a room! There are only 6 of
you today, with more expected tomorrow! By the end of the week, we are
expected to be running at full house occupancy! Anyone caught stealing,
fighting, or violating their probations will be immediately terminated from
the Program! Welcome to your new home!"
	With that, the men began to go to their assigned rooms, checking
them out for the first time as they got tp pick a bed and store away their
personal belongings. For some of the men, it was the first time they'd been
out of prison in years, assimilating back into the culture would take some
time, IF they made it at all. 37 year old Davis Wood (married with 4 kids),
served 6 years of a 10 year sentence for possession of marijuana with the
intent to sell. Given an early probation for good behavior, Wood found
himself homeless when his wife of of over 10 years divorced him after
learning he'd been `turned out' in prison (chap-67, pt-3 of The
HOLE). Davis was mortified, and his heart sank when his wife had him served
divorce papers in prison, not even waiting for his release date before
having him served.
	The road through prison was long and hard, leaving Davis
susceptible to the potholes of prison life.


	After storing his personal items away, Davis ventured down to the
only bathroom on his floor, the one he had to share with the other men from
4 rooms. Closing the bathroom door for privacy, he took a quick inventory
of the facilities before filling a glass full of fresh water. But instead
of drinking the tap water, Davis put the cup up to his mouth and spit his
false teeth into it. At only 37, he already had a full set of dentures.
	Looking straight up into the medicine cabinet mirror, Davis looked
at the face of a man who had already aged nearly a lifetime. He opened his
mouth to the inspect his gums, being instantly reminded that his teeth had
been violently knocked out so he could suck dick better in the prison's
library (chap-51, pt-1, The HOLE).



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	Q and his boyfriend Tae went to Q's grandma's house long before Q's
grandma was scheduled home from work. Falling into Q's bedroom, the two
young males had been hot for each other's bodies ever since they entered
the house, stripping their clothes as they kissed, hugged, groped and
gripped each other's bodies all over like wild animals.
	Tae couldn't get enough of kissing Q's thick African American lips,
sucking them into his mouth as he swallowed Q's strong tongue and spit,
trying to consume him as his hands groped all over the black boy's bubbled
buttock. Q groped Tae's crotch, feeling the long thick length of his uncut
Black/Asian American dick. He tore open Tae's saggy jeans and fell to his
knees as he pulled out the long thick downward curved dick he fell on love
with.


"ah yeah..., suck that dick, hommie...!" sighed Tae, throwing back his head
with pleasure as Q peeled back his foreskin and took the tan colored dick
into his mouth. "Oooooh fuck yeah..., that feels good..." he said, looking
down to watch his dick sliding into his friend's mouth. He loved seeing his
thick Black/Asian dick sliding between Q's thick dark lips as the black boy
labored to please him.
	Q loved sucking Tae's big dick because it seemed contoured to the
shape of his throat. Its special downward curve seemed to fit down into the
curve of his throat perfectly, making for excellent sucking as he relaxed
his throat muscles and allowed gravity to do the rest.
	Q took his buddy's dick into his mouth and bobbed his head back and
forth, taking more and more between his lips as he wet the shaft with warm
slick spit. Once the head hit the start of his throat, he relaxed his jaw
and swallowed, allowing the dick to simply pass through like a piece of
solid food. Tae moaned as his dick passed into his friend's warm tight
throat, feeling the swallowing motions ripple across his shaft as Q's
tongue lavished the underbelly.


"OOooooh baby...!" groaned the kid, loving the feel. Q held the dick in his
throat for only a few seconds before he felt the urge to gag. Retreating,
he quickly sucked his way back up to his friend's dickhead and sucked
furiously, causing Tae to squirm with tingling sensations. Just when Tae
thought he couldn't handle another second of suction, did Q swallow his
dick all over again, taking it easily into his throat as he rested his nose
in the Blasian's soft trimmed pubes. Loving the way Tae's crotch smelt, Q
breathed in deeply whenever he deep throated, becoming sexually intoxicated
by his lover's scent.
	Tae watched as Q's eyes rolled up into their sockets, his nostrils
flared wildly as he briefly went into a dick sucking trance and pressed his
face all the way up into his friend's groin. Tae felt Q's face disappear in
his crotch as his face nearly lifted him off the ground. Q rolled Tae's
dick about in his throat, the Blasian's hairless balls resting on his chin
like two shaved ping-pongs. Tae thought Q had become possessed as his
throat clamped down and massaged his dick like wet pussy. Moments later Q
seemed to come back to his senses as his eyes returned to normal and he
resumed sucking naturally, bobbing his head back and forth along the curved
prong.


"You okay, man...?" chuckled Tae, watching his friend get dicknotized. Q
nodded his head `yes' as he continued sucking, refusing to remove his mouth
from his treasure. Tae laughed to himself as he looked down over the
kneeling boy's back to see his brown bubbled ass jetting back, the loose
ring of his waistband hanging off the curve of his butt, beckoning Tae to
reach forth as he bent over Q's back to squeeze his hand down into the ass
space. Rubbing his fingers along the ass crack, he could feel the boy's
steamy asshole hiding in-between, making his dick pulse in Q's sucking
mouth.


"MMMmmmmm..." moaned Q, hiking his ass higher. Tae pulled his hand from Q's
pants long enough to lick his fingers, then shove his hand back down in the
young man's ass crack to finger his tight fuck-hole. Q felt the finger(s)
squeeze into his anus, powering past his sphincter muscles as Tae pressed
his digits up to the third knuckles.


"Damn man..." groaned Q, pulling off Tae's dick. "...what'chu tryin'a do to
me...?"


"I want some of that ass, man...!" moaned Tae, darting his two middle
fingers in and out, loving the way the anal muscles squeezed in on them.
	Q sat mesmerized for a few minutes, loving the in/out motion his
ass was experiencing. Getting up, he dropped his pants to his feet before
kicking off his sneakers and stripping out of his clothes, his long hard 8"
dick springing stiffly between his legs as he reached into his bottom
dresser draw to pull out a bottle of lubricant.
	Tae watched as Q anointed his fingers, then reached behind himself
to grease his own asshole, stuffing his fingers inside to open the
rectum. Tae loved Q's slim muscled body, especially when he bent over for
him in doggy position where Q's compact muscled ass cheeks would part and
spread, revealing the slightly haired lining about his puckered hole. Tae
couldn't resist falling to his knees (after undressing) to eat the tiny
morsel, pressing his face firmly between Q's cheeks to suck his hole. Q
groaned out loud as the warm wet tongue washed over his anus, enveloping
him like a warm blanket as he lowered his head to the bed and whimpered
like a baby, inspiring Tae to eat more.


	Tae lavished Q's asshole with lukewarm kisses, French kissing the
outer ring before darting his tongue in and out. Using his thumbs to pry
the cheeks further apart, he wedged his face up in the spread crack,
becoming one with the moon as he bathed and salivated over the stretched
ring.
	Q could feel his friend working over his sphincter muscles by
keeping the ring stretched wide. When Tae finally pulled his face from Q's
ass, the hole was dripping saliva juice. Tae stood up and rubbed his
dickhead along the ass crack, wetting the head before feeding it into the
hole.


"UHHHH..." grunted Q, feeling the thick dick stretch him wide as it inched
ever so slowly into his ass. Tae watched every second of the action as the
brown skin ass swallowed up his tan dick like a hungry mouth. He pushed and
pushed until his pubic hairs were pressed up against Q's ass
cheeks. Holding still, he ground his pubic bone into Q's ass, churning his
dick around in the tight socket while stretching the hole to accommodate
his downward curve.
	Q groaned in constant pain as his asshole fought to get rid of the
invader intruding its domain. Tae tried to keep himself from coming too
soon as the asshole attacked his dick, squeezing and tightening on the
embedded shaft as it tried (unsuccessfully) to force him out. Unable to
hold off, his dick started pulsating and throbbing long before he was
ready. Tae keep his dick buried in the rectum as he started to shoot off,
coming accidentally in Q's gut.
	Biting his lower lip to keep from groaning out loud with
embarrassment, he stayed his course, making Q believe he was being still
solely for HIS benefit, allowing him to get used to the penetration. Q kept
his head ducked low, breathing shallowly as his body was slow to adjust to
the impalement. It wasn't until after Tae finished coming that he started
to slide his hips back and forth, slowly fucking his friend's fuck-hole. Q
had no idea that he'd just been cummed in, as the dick started to move in
and out of him.


"Do you like it...? Is it good...?" asked Q, lifting his head and looking
over his shoulder.


"Hell yeah..." said Tae, giving no signs that he'd just cum, as his dick
stayed completely hard. "...best ass I've ever fucked...!" he stated as he
started sliding in and out, using his slim slender hips to drive his dick
through his buddy's bottom. Q held onto the bed sheets, his face twisted in
pain and discomfort as his friend's dick stretched him all out of shape. He
could feel the dick pulling his anus in and out, the under curved hook
wreaking havoc though his colon as it dug deep inside him in an incredible
angle.
	Q's face twisted in distress as his body slowly adjusted to the
dick raking its way through his body. With each inward stab of his dick,
Tae's prick became more and more coated with his creamy cum, causing Q's
rectum to become saturated inside, eventually allowing for a smoother
fuck. After about 10 solid minutes of nonstop in/out driving action, Q's
anus began to dilate and soften under the constant pressure as manly grunts
of pleasure began to ring out between the rhythmic beats of loud hip-hop
music and the consistent squeak of bed springs in the background.
	Q often played loud music to drown out the grunts and groans coming
from his bedroom as the vibrations of the base drum vibrated off the walls
and sometimes knocked down pictures and fixtures off the neighbor's wall of
the adjoining row home next door. The owners would tell Q's grandmother in
hopes that she could keep the teenager from blasting his rap music so
loudly whenever she wasn't home. However what nobody knew was that the
music (while enjoyable to Q) was merely a diversion, allowing him to enjoy
his buddy's dick pummeling his rectal passage without fear of anyone
hearing him. If anyone who saw Q and his Blasian buddy enter into the house
and (correctly) suspected the odd looking pair might be DL lovers, they
would suspect Q as the top aggressor, believing HE was the one planting
buck shots in his hommie's backside.
	However, nothing could be further from the truth...


"Shit nigga..., damn...!" he grunted into the pillows as their bodies
crashed together in repeated rhythm. Tae held onto Q's waist as he slammed
his trim slim hips into his lover's upturned ass, sending his long thick
NINE straight up the black boy's bare backside.
	Q grunted aloud, gritting his teeth and taking his punishment like
a man. When he first met Tae (in community college), he recognized him from
the neighborhood store and figured he would smooth talk the handsome
Black/Asian into letting him tap that ass. The two boys became friends
after meeting and learning they live in the same neighborhood. However once
they learned they both played for the same team, it quickly became apparent
WHO the aggressor was when Q found himself facedown in bed, getting his ass
eaten like a champ.
	19 year old Tae-Hyun Kye was mixed with Korean and Black. His
mother was shunned when the family realized she was dating a black man. Tae
grow up in a household without his father, and often felt different around
his other Korean families. While growing up on the streets of West Philly,
he often found he identified more with other black kids (even if he didn't
exactly fit in visually with his slightly slanted eyes and flattened oval
facial features). As he got older he learned of his sexuality towards other
males, but not just any males, the super strong, arrogant, (sometimes)
ignorant THUG type black males. The street corner boys who often came into
his family's store and acted like they didn't want them in their
neighborhood. It wasn't until Tae's 17th birthday that he finally got the
courage to approach one of them, letting him know how much black guys
really turned him on. Tae wasn't sure how the thug guy would react, however
the black guy was really flattered, and the two of them ended up fucking
around in his family's store's basement. It was there that Tae leaned the
pleasures of topping a fat, tight, black male booty, digging his thick dick
into one of their delicious backsides and riding him like a horse
jockey. He had to cover the guy's mouth with his hands and stuff cloths in
his mouth to keep him from screaming too loud and alerting his family
upstairs in the store. When he came, he flipped the thug boy over on his
back and fucked him again in missionary position, beating his insides to a
pulp as he hammered him until he came again. From that moment on he was
hooked on shoving his big thick dick up chocolate asses, ignoring his
family's pleas to `stay away from darkies'.


	Tae could feel his second orgasm beginning to build the harder he
fucked his boy's backside. Q could feel the pressure mounting as Tae's fuck
thrusts came harder AND faster, driving a line straight through him as it
pounded at his backdoor like a vintage battering ram.
	Q reached down between his spread thighs and grasped his hardon,
stroking it briskly as his dick seemed poised to cum. With the rhythmic
pounding at his backside increasing, the pressure inside his colon was
beginning to crest as his anus began to shock and shutter, clamping down in
spasms on Tae's plunging prick as Q's dick started spurting thick ropes of
semen across his mangled bed sheets.


"UHH..! UHHH...! UHHH...! UHHH..! UHHH..! UHHH...! UHHH...!
UUURRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!" yelled Q, coming everywhere as the cum flew from
his dick in heavy spurts.
	Tae could feel his buddy's tight hole grip tighter around his dick,
choking the shaft as he continued to pump in and out of his convulsing
rectum.


"Oh shit..., I'm gonna cum too...!" announced Tae, locking Q's hips in a
death grip before slamming his pelvis home a half dozen
times... "AAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH...fuck yeah...! Yeah! Oh god...! Yes! Yes!
Ohhhhh...fuck...! UUHHHHH...!" he groaned and grunted, coming even harder
the second time as his dick ached out each pulse.
	This time Q's sensitive hole felt every pulse as the dick pumped a
fresh batch of seed into him, filling his gut full. The two young men
remained locked together (dick N ass) for several long minutes, feeling the
pulse of their hearts return to normal as Tae's dick began to shrink in Q's
flexing/milking chute.


"Q..., you in there...?!" yelled Q's grandmother, knocking on the bedroom
door.


"Oh shit!" whispered Q, jumping up off the bed as Tae ripped his
semi-hardon from his ass in a panic. "It's my grandma..., get dressed!
Quick!"


"Q...? You IN there, boy...? Turn that music down!" she yelled, testing the
doorknob.


"Shit..., she's coming in...!" panicked Tae, throwing on his pants.


"I locked the door...!" assured Q, as the music continued to blast loudly
in their ears.


"Q...?!" yelled grandma, banging harder. "I know you in there..., open this
door!"


"Out the window...!" insisted Q, knowing his grandma wouldn't understand
two half naked boy in the bedroom...


"What...??" asked Tae, looking at Q like he was crazy. "We're two stories
up...!"


"Don't be such a puss...!" said Q, opening the window and pushing out the
screen. "You could hand-jump to the ground..., I used to do it all the
time...!"


"From the second floor...? You're crazy!" said Tae, refusing.


"If she finds you here, she's gonna tell everybody bout the gay Chinese boy
in the corner store she saw naked in her grandson's bedroom...!" warned Q.
	Tae thought of that rumor getting back to his family...


"Okay, I'll jump...!" he said, heading for the window.


"Just hang onto the side, and aim for the dirt ground below..." advised Q,
helping his boy through the window. "...don't land on the neighbor's fence,
you could impale yourself...!"


"HUH...??!" called Tae, hanging off the edge.


"Q..., open this door RIGHT NOW!!" screamed grandma over the music as she
beat her fist upon the door.


"Comin' grandma...!" called Q, closing the window on his buddy as he
finished dressing...


"Q...!" called Tae, hanging outside the back window, his loose unfastened
pants falling down off his bare ass to dangle around his ankles as he clung
to the window ledge for dear life.
	Q quickly fastened his pants and unlocked the door, finding his
angry grandmother standing in the doorway, blocking the exit. "Hi
grandma..." smiled Q, ignoring her angry look. "...I did'n kno' you were
home...!"


"How could ya...?" she asked, walking into the room suspiciously. "...with
all that racket goin' on...! Turn that shit off boy, this ain't no dance
hall!"


"Sorry grandma...!" said Q, turning it down.
	While he had his back turned, his suspicious grandmother opened the
closet door...


"What'chu up in here doin' all by yourself, boy...?" she asked, checking to
make sure no girls were hiding about. "Smells like sex and ASS in here...!"
	Q nearly choked at how on-point his grandma was...


"Smells like WHAT, grandma...?" he asked, holding back the laughter.


"You hidin' GIRLS up in here, boy...?" she asked, looking at Q with the
weary eye.


"NO grandma..." frowned Q, innocently. "...you said NO company when you're
not home...!"


"Damn straight!" said Granny. "Nigga's don't know how to ACT in someone
else's house..." she said, falling to her kness to check under the bed for
a body.
	Just then Tae lost his grip on the side of the house, and plunged
two stories down into grandma's bushes... "What was that...?!" she asked,
popping her head up.


"What was WHAT...?" asked Q, pleading ignorance.


"I heard somebody scream...!" said grandma, unsure. "Turn that radio
OFF...! I ain't gonna tell ya again!" she yelled.
	Q turned off the stereo.


"Must've been outside..." he said, hunching his shoulders.
	His grandma slowly got up off her knees and looked Q's half naked
body over suspiciously. He wasn't up in this room doing nothing... --she
thought to herself, as he stood before her dressed only in his jeans (no
shirt, no socks).


"Yeah..." she said, giving him the `I know ya doin' somethin' look. "...YOU
just make sho' you keep that music down..., the neighbors be complainin' to
me all the time bout how you be blastin' that shit all loud...! You don't
have to turn it up like that to hear it...! Ya ain't deaf!" she insisted,
walking down the hall, leaving Q to sigh in relief.
	Q quickly ran back to the window and opened it, peeking down over
the edge to see if Tae landed okay...? All he saw was a ripped pair of
khakis pants and some sandals lying in the yard, and wondered what happened
to his friend...?




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