Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 20:32:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the hood-17

THE HOOD-17
Comeuppance

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


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AIRPORT


	19 yr old Tae Hyun Kye sat outside the airport's arrivals, waiting
for his family to return from their trip to Korea for his uncle's
funeral. Tae didn't know what to expect, his family didn't keep in contact
with him once they left. In fact, he wasn't sure they would return. When he
called to tell them that the police found the criminals who murdered his
uncle, and that they needed the family to come back to identify and testify
against them, they were on the next plane back, wanting to see justice
done.
	Tae wasn't sure how many family members would be attending. Surely
his auntie Mi-Hi [his uncle's wife], saw the killers' faces before being
locked in the back of the store with her sisters. Tae checked his watch,
their plane arrived 30 minutes ago. He was just about to go in and ask
about the flight, when he saw his aunt Mi and his uncle's brother [Moo-Ho
Kye] coming out of the sliding doors with their luggage.


"Uncle Moo..." he called, getting out of the car "...over here!"
	He greeted his family with hugs, then loaded their baggage into the
back of the car before getting back behind the wheel and driving them back
to their home in west Philly. Moo-Ho was the younger brother of Joon-Ho,
and wanted desperately to see the faces of the animals that killed his
sibling.
	As they drove through the neighborhood, he commented about the
number of blacks he spotted...


<"It's a BLACK neighborhood, uncle Moo..."> explained Tae, in
Korean. <"...you're going to see A LOT of them!">
	Moo-Ho and his sister in-law Mi-Hi looked out their windows as they
eyeballed all the passerbys...


<"ONE of them killed my husband..."> said Mi, replaying that day in her
mind.


<"They FOUND the guys that killed uncle Joon, Mi-Hi..."> explained Tae,
keeping one eye on the road as he drove. <"...that's WHY you came back...to
identify them...!">


<"THEY KNOW WHO KILLED MY JOON..."> yelled Mi, almost
hysterically. <"...THEY choose to cover it up! THEY stick together no
matter how vile! And even after Joon hired blacks to help stock the
store...! I will NEVER trust them again! They are ANIMALS! I hope you did
not have that BLACK friend of yours in our home while we were gone!?">


<"No auntie Mi...I did not..."> said Tae, suddenly thinking of Q.


<"What black friend...?"> asked Moo, from the front passenger's
seat. <"YOU'VE had these beasts in our house...?!">


<"Just ONE friend, uncle Moo..."> said Tae, <"...his name is Q...!">


<"An ignorant, arrogant one HE is...!"> witnessed Mi. <"He comes into the
store with his hoodie..., demanding to know where Tae is! We say: `he not
here, what you want with our Tae?', then he pull gun out of his pants! HE
probably know who the killers are, but won't tell Tae!">


<"Q doesn't know who killed uncle Joon..."> defended Tae.


<"YOU point him out to me, Mi..., I'll MAKE him tell us...!"> promised Moo.


<"He DOESN'T know who killed him...!"> repeated Tae.


<"How YOU know...?"> asked Moo, <"Did you ASK him...? And IF you did, did
you believe him...?!">
	Tae continued to drive, knowing this would not end until they made
an appointment to see the killers through the police...



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THE LANCASHIRE HOUSE


	Most of the citizens surrounding The Lancashire Halfway House had
begun to learn to live with its Residents. With each passing week [and no
reported incidents], they begin to become more comfortable to seeing their
familiar faces in stories, and/or just merely walking about in the
community.
	Most of the Residents are law abiding [finding steady work, saving
their paychecks to move on their own independently, and making their
scheduled meetings and appointments with The House's consolers], but there
are some who live to break the rules: missing appointments, using drugs,
bringing paraphernalia into the building, and having sex. For one man in
particular [Davis Wood], gaining his freedom from prison didn't turn into
the gift he'd hoped for. With his wife divorced and his family separated
from him, he had nothing else to live for other than to medicate himself
daily with sex and drugs.
	After getting hooked on a new kind of drug, Davis took to the
streets to earn money to fund his new habit. He noticed a young dealer
standing on a nearby corner, and wondered if the boy would be up for a
little `prison trade'?


	15 yr old Shorty [standing only at 5'4"] was working his usual
hustle [avoiding cops, ogling older women, and selling drugs to the weaker
folks in society], when he was approached by an older male he'd never seen
before.
	Davis Wood had no real money to speak of for trade, but he informed
the rambunctious teenager of his OTHER considerably skills, asking if he
could bargain a `trade?'


"Whadda you, sum kinda FAGGOT or sumpthin'...?!" asked Shorty, unsure if
someone was setting him up for a joke? "Get yur OLE ass outta here before I
ram my FOOT down yur throat!"
	Davis took his false teeth from his mouth...


"Already been done...!" he informed, opening his mouth to show his gums.


"HOLY SHYT...!!" gasped Shorty, shocked by the sight [yet strangely
aroused]...


"Ever have Head from someone with NO teeth...?" asked Davis, licking his
drooling lips.


"Fuuuuck nooo..." moaned Shorty, imagining it must be the closest thing to
actual Heaven?
	Davis didn't say another word, he simply walked up into a nearby
alleyway and waited. It didn't take long for Shorty to take the bait, his
long dick print tenting the leg of his pants as he followed the older man
up into someone's backyard.
	The yard was unkempt, with weeds growing up around the old
black/rusted iron gate designed to keep people out.


"YO...I ain't got all day fo' this shyt, ole' head..." informed Shorty,
standing in front of Davis as the older man took a seat on an old discarded
air conditioner, just under the back window of the house. No one walking by
would be able to see what they were doing immediately, not without staring
past the weeds to make out the 2 male forms hiding beside the house under
the back steps. Being broad daylight didn't help shield them any, but Davis
was desperate and Shorty was horny for some NEW Head he'd never had before.
	He rubbed the front of his crotch to let the man know he meant
business, then unbuckled his pants and lowered the front of his waistband
to expose his slightly haired crotch. Davis was immediately impressed by
the boy's long hard manhood, as he took it in his hand and lifted it
towards his mouth.


"Thas what I'm talkin' bout..." signed Shorty, feeling Davis' wet mouth
surround his dick and take him in, the lips and tongue moving slowly down
his hard shaft as Davis slowly allowed his mouth to consume it whole. "HOLY
SHYT...!" shouted Shorty, watching Davis bury his face in his groin on the
first descent, swallowing his 9" downward curved boy sausage whole. "DAYUM
MAN..., thas WUSSUP! SUCK dat mothafuckin' DICK, hommie!"
	Davis ground his face in the boy's crotch for a few seconds,
chewing lovingly on the root as he mashed his nose into the pubic sprouts
budding over Shorty's abdomen. Shorty groaned aloud, never having felt
anything so absolutely wonderful before in his life. When Davis finally
decided to draw back, slowly [methodically] sliding his lips up the hard
steely shaft, gumming the hard fleshy glands as his tongue slithered
slimily up the underbelly. Shorty closed his eyes and titled his head back,
whimpering like a new born baby.
	Davis suckled fiercely on the head for a few seconds [breathing
through his nostrils] before going back down, his mouth slowly engulfing
the tender teen prick like an anaconda eating a garden snake. He slowly
descended his mouth down around the hard shaft until his lips were once
again buried at the boy's root. Shorty groaned again when his dick slid
effortlessly down into the warm confines of Davis' throat, then moaned yet
again when his hot mouth collapsed down around his hard shaft, suctioning.


"Oh my mothafuckin' god...!" he groaned, unable to believe the mind numbing
blow job he was receiving. This time when Davis started to ascend his
shaft, Shorty couldn't help going into convulsions as he accidentally began
spilling his seed into the dick sucker's mouth. "OH SHYT...!
AARRRRHHHH...!!!" he bucked, firing fresh young spurts of seed out onto
Davis' tongue.
	Davis drank everything Shorty fed him, then continued sucking even
after his orgasm was over. Shorty held onto the side of the house to keep
from falling over, as Davis continued sucking up and down the full length
of his dick, searching for a second load.


"Damn niggah, dat shyt was off the mothafuckin' CHAIN, Dawg!" shouted
Shorty enthusiastically, looking down to see Davis not letting up when it
came to swallowing his dick consistently. "You one HUNGRY ass niggah,
aint'cha...?" he asked, his dick remaining hard as the older man kept
sucking. "Aiight..." he conceded, giving Davis what he wanted. "...if you
wannaother load, TAKE it! Suck dat shyt rite outta me!" offered the boy.
	Davis took Shorty's words to heart as he steadily bobbed his head
up and down on his shaft, sucking and swallowing the hard dick from tip to
root, sucking passionately upon the head to polish the crown before woofing
the entire shaft back down into the confines of his throat. The downward
curve fit perfectly down the curve of his neck, allowing him to suck
comfortably without much strain or effort.
	Shorty leaned back against the fence, watching his dick get
expertly served. He contemplated taking Davis into the House and showing
him off to Jude and the other dealers, but knew once the older guys
discovered Davis' insatiable talent for swallowing dick, he'd never get
another chance to feel that hot mouth on him again.
	He latched his hands up overhead, intertwining his fingers into the
chain linked fence separating the property from the one next door, as he
thrust his hips forward to drive his dick even further down into the curve
of Davis' suctioning throat. Up/down, up/down, up/down, Davis sucked,
devouring every inch until he felt Shorty's dick straining between his
lips, the small boy's body trembling like a leaf on the end of a
branch. Shorty held onto the fence as Davis buried his face in his groin,
then came again, shooting directly DOWN the older man's throat this time.


"UUUHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK...!!" he gasped, losing another load to the expert
mouth.
	Davis chewed about on the root of the dick, feeling it pulse and
strain along his throat and tongue as the cum tube pumped out freshly baked
semen for his consumption.
	Davis was still draining the last of the semen when someone opened
the back window of the house, and looked down...


"Hey! Get the FUCK outta my yard!" yelled the home owner, not too surprised
to see 2 people having sex in his yard.


"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" shouted back Shorty, tucking his softening dick as he
and Davis backed off of the property.


"Getta fuckin' ROOM next time, faggots!" yelled the owner.


"I got yur `faggot' rite HERE...!" yelled Shorty, pulling a gun from behind
his oversized pocket.
	The home owner quickly slammed his window shut, no longer wanting
any problems...


"YOU give some good ass Head, Ole head...!" complimented Shorty, getting
back to his conversation. "ANY time you wannanother HIT, come by and hit ME
up!" he insisted, handing Davis off a $5 vale of crack FUC, knowing it
would release the BEAST inside him.


"Thanks Shorty..." said the older man, pocketing his new treasure before
heading back to the Halfway House and his room, where he would undoubtedly
be getting HIGH tonight...



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SOUTH PHILLY


	47 yr old Julio Espisedo sat down with his live-in girlfriend [38
yr old Latrina Nelson], and tried to explain her son's living conditions
with her astringed husband [KaliQ]. Leaving out the sexual parts [of
course], Julio tried to explain KaliQ's strong arm approach without
alarming Latrina, who had a completely different way of raising their
child.
	But despite Julio's carefully edited description, Latrina still
found fault in her ex's decisions to keep Kaleb out of school to work
around the house as a maid.


"It's NOT like that, really...!" defended Julio, trying to clarify without
spilling too much.


"I understand that you and KaliQ may have gotten close to each other while
searching for Kaleb when he ran away to that drug house..." [chaps-5 & 6]
"...but you really don't KNOW him like I do! KaliQ thinks HE'S right about
everything! He's the most arrogant, pigheaded, hardheaded man I've ever
known! Kaleb should be in SCHOOL, or at least working to earn a living...,
NOT cleaning up after his father like a free live-in MAID!!"


"I'm telling you, L, it's not like that..." defended Julio, knowing once
she got all worked up, she'd be wanting to stop over.


"Don't CALL me that..." said Latrina, feeling an icy chill up her
spine. "...that's what HE used to call me...!" she added, referring to her
ex-husband.


"Sorry." said Julio, knowing there was no turning her back.


"I want to GO over there...!" she said, to no surprise. "Kaleb's MY son
too..., I should be able to look IN on him without his father acting like a
total ass!"



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WEST PHILLY


	19 yr old Quest Winfield [Q] ignored the phone call coming in from
his cell phone. Every time it would ring, he'd read the caller ID name
`Raheim', then set his phone to silence. "Somebody's trying awfully hard to
get ahold of YOU, boy...!" said Q's grandma, cooking one of her favorite
signature dishes.


"I don't wanna talk to `em..." said Q, recalling the hoods that broke into
Raheim's apt and ruffed him up, saying he wasn't to be trusted [chap-15].


"Did you all have a fight...?" asked his grandma curiously, wondering what
the riff was?


"No..." answered Q, not really wanting to tell her the whole
story. "...he...did a couple of guys wrong..., and so I'm...


"...wonderin' if he gonna fuck YOU over too, eh...?" asked Granny. "That's
a GOOD question to ask yourself, boy...! How LONG have you known this
man...?"


"Not long, Granny..." admitted Q.


"But you got very CLOSE nonetheless...?" she asked, sensing it.


"Yeah..." said Q, sadly.
	Grandma shook her head...


"Friendships are like wedgies..." she said wisely, cooking over an open
pot. "...every so often they get all twisted up in yur ass crack, and you
have to pick them out in public sometimes, embarrassingly..."


"Is there a POINT to this story, Grandma...?" frowned Q, grossed out with
the idea of seeing his granny picking her panties out of her ass.


"Don't SASSY me, boy...!" sensed Grandma, holding up her wooden spoon.


"I'm NOT..." chuckled Q, holding up his hands defensively. "...I'm just
askin'..."
	Granny rolled her eyes, then continued cooking...


"My POINT is..., you don't throw away the underwear, you just pick out the
wedgy and keep going..., no matter how uncomfortable it gets...!"


"Okay..." thought Q aloud, taking his grandma's words under
consideration. "...so yur sayin' even though me and my FRIEND are in a
tight squeeze, I should still KEEP my friendship regardless of how
uncomfortable it feels...?"
	Just then Q's cell phone went off again, the caller ID reading
`Raheim'. Q paused for a second, then took a deep breath before
answering...


"Raheim..." he said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "...wussup...?!
Naw...naw man, I was'n ignoring you..., I was...DOIN' somethin' for my
granma..." he lied, taking the call into the next room for privacy.
	Grandma shook her head, laughing...


"THAT'S why I don't wear underwear..." she said to herself, stirring the
pot...
	Meanwhile, Q was trying to sweet talk Raheim...


RAHEIM: "I thought maybe those GUYS from the other day might've scared you
off...?"


Q: "Well..., it WAS kinda scary..." he admitted, having been shaken by the
experience.


RAHEIM: "Nothin' like that's EVER happened to me before..., so I doubt
it'll happen again...! I mean, if you ever still wanted to come though...?"


Q: "I dunno..."


RAHEIM: "I thought you liked this DICK...?"


Q: "Yeah...? What gave you that impression...?"


RAHEIM: "MAAAN...you gonna come over here an' give me some MORE of that
ass, or what...?"


Q: "ahh...so it's YOU who really liked it, eh...?" joked Q, getting
aroused.


RAHEIM: "My dick's hard NOW just thinkin' bout it!"


Q: "Oh really...?" asked the 19 yr old. "I might have to DO some stuff for
my Granny first..., but I'll be over right after, okay...?"


RAHEIM: "Hurry..." insisted the 21 yr old, stroking his erection though his
underwear... "...I might have to start WITHOUT you...!"


Q: "Don't have me drive over there for nothin'...! See you soon!" laughed
Q, clicking off.


"SO..." said Grandma Win', standing in the doorway, listening. "...I take
it YOU and that China Boy'r back together again, eh...?" she asked,
assuming it was Tae on the line. "Just make sure when you start sneakin'
him back in here...and you WILL..., that you don't be blastin' that loud
ass rap music like yall normally do...! Nobody wants to HEAR yall poppin'
off and goin' at it..., but nobody wanna hear all that loud ass cussin'
either!"


"GRANDMA!" shocked Q, realizing granny was sharper than he thought...



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WEST


	Julio tried phoning KaliQ in advance, warning him that his ex-wife
wasn't satisfied with second hand feedback of her son's welfare, and that
she wanted to stop by for a visit.


KALIQ: "Well, WHAT did you tell her...?!" asked the biological father,
concerned Julio might have blabbed too much about his new found
relationship with his son.


JULIO: "I didn't tell her ANYTHING..." he whispered, keeping his voice low
so Latrina couldn't hear him. "...I only said that you have a strong hand
over Kaleb..., that you controlled his every move and made sure he stayed
out of trouble!"


KALIQ: "So you didn't tell her what WE did to him...?!"


JULIO: "No! Of course not!"


KALIQ: "Good..., cuz if I'm in trouble for it, YOU"RE in trouble for it
too!"


JULIO: "I know..." answered the older man. "...I'm just giving you a
heads-up...! Expect a call from her soon...!"


KALIQ: "I'll DO that!" answered the father, hanging up.
	Sure enough, Latrina called sometime shortly thereafter, requesting
a date to visit with her 18 year old son? KaliQ refused her any alone time,
only consenting to visits with HIS presence. `But I'm his MOTHER...!'
argued Latrina, believing she should be able to visit whenever she
wanted. `I was forced to call ahead if I wanted to visit Kaleb...'
explained KaliQ. `You NEVER called to visit Kaleb...' argued Latrina,
`...you only called when you wanted to bitch about s child support
payments...!' `Whatever...' responded KaliQ, still at work. `...bottom line
is you're not allowed in MY house until I'm home from work! You've had the
last 9 years to fuck up our son's life..., I don't need you saying or doing
something else to make his life worse!' `Worse...??' questioned Latrina,
largely insulted. `Maybe if you were a better DAD he wouldn't be in the
situation he is now...!' `Well THAT'S what I'm trying to be, NOW...'
countered KaliQ, `...and I don't need YOU calling and checking IN on us
like we're any of your responsibility! Kaleb's with ME now..., so you visit
under my supervision, or not at all!' CLICK.


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HOURS LATER


	40 yr old KaliQ Nelson parked his car outside his west Philly home,
and proceeded up the steps to his front door when he was approached by his
ex-wife and her lover. "KaliQ...!" called Latrina, getting out of her car
parked across the street.


"Damn..." sighed KaliQ, stopping on the top step. "...I can't even get home
5 minutes before you come clawing at my back...?!"


"Get over yourself, I'm not here for YOU..., I'm here for Kaleb!" snapped
the ex-wife, ascending the steps.


"Trina..., maybe we should let KaliQ have a few minutes before we go
in...?" suggested Julio [grabbing his girlfriend's arm], knowing KaliQ's
sexual deal with his son [last chap].


"What for...?" asked Latrina, annoyed. "It's not like he didn't know we
were coming...!"


"Maybe we could give him a few minutes to tidy up around the house...?"
suggested Julio, respectfully. "And maybe WARN Kaleb we're coming...?"


"According to YOU, Kaleb's KaliQ's personal MAID, so the house should
ALWAYS be in order!" argued Latrina, snatching her arm back from his
grasp. "And WHY would my own son need to be `warned' that his mother's
coming...?!"


"I didn't mean like THAT..." explained Julio, knowing Latrina was always
overly sensitive when it came to her son.


"Fuck all this..., let's just go IN already...!" snapped KaliQ, putting his
key in the door.


"NO...that's not necessary...!" panicked Julio, picturing Kaleb naked on
his knees at the door to greet his father...
	KaliQ opened the door, as Julio's heart was about to burst in his
chest. KaliQ stepped aside to allow Latrina to step inside first. Latrina
rolled her eyes as she walked up into the house, followed by her boyfriend
and KaliQ. Julio was pleasantly surprised that Kaleb wasn't kneeling on the
floor with his mouth drooling open, waiting for his father's big dick...


"I called ahead..." whispered KaliQ, much to Julio's relief. "...Kaleb knew
we were coming...!"


"MOM...!" called Kaleb, coming down the steps from upstairs.
	Latrina was surprised when Kaleb [who wasn't speaking to her less
than a month ago] ran over and gave her a huge hug.


"MY..." she gasped, "...how are things here at your father's...?" she
couldn't help asking.


"I LOVE it here, mom...!" he said, beaming brightly.
	Latrina laughed nervously, somewhat shocked and surprised by her
son's enthusiasm.


"Okay..." she accepted [a hard pill to swallow], taking a seat on the
sofa... "...so tell me..., what's so great about living here with your
father...?" she asked, wanting to hear it from his own mouth.


"Well..." started Kaleb, taking a seat next to her as KaliQ and Julio stood
watching/listening... "...first of all, he's my DAD...!" stated the 17 year
old, having lost the last 9 years with his father after his parents
separated and divorced. "Second..., he's teaching me a lot...! I'm just
glad to be in his presence all the time! I love him!"


"Awe...that...special...!" smiled Latrina, feeling a little jealous of
their relationship. "So, what do you DO all day while your father's at
work...?"


"Dad says I need to earn my keep around here..." explained Kaleb, "...so I
clean, mop and vacuum floors, wash dishes, do laundry, fold clothes, clean
the bathroom, take out the trash..."


"In other words, ALL the stuff I've been trying to get you to do around OUR
house for years...!" said Latrina, sarcastically.
	Kaleb chuckled...


"Yeah..." he agreed, bashfully.


"What about friends...?" asked Latrina. "Do you have any FRIENDS around
here...?"


"Well..." said Kaleb, looking up at his dad... "...DADDY says I need to
EARN my freedom, so I'm not allowed to leave the house until he says
so...!"


"He disappeared for DAYS on end when he went to that drug house..."
explained KaliQ, sternly. "...I'm NOT letting him outside until I know for
sure I can trust him...!"


"Okay..." reasoned Latrina. "...but what about SCHOOL...? He needs to get
an education somewhere...!"


"There are Online classes he can take to earn his diploma...!" answered
KaliQ. "He doesn't have to leave the house for that!"


"So that's your answer to everything...? Locking him up here in the
house...?" asked Latrina.


"What would you rather...? Me turn him back over to the drug dealers...?!"
asked KaliQ.


"I expect some STRUCTURE in his life...!" argued Trina.


"You don't think I'm giving him structure...?!" asked KaliQ. "He's
cleaning..., he's earning things like television in his room, video games
and such...! You think I should just GIVE him everything he wants like YOU
did...? You SEE how that turned out!"


"He CAME here with his own television and video games...!" countered
Latrina. "How's he going to earn what he already owns...?!"


"I confiscated everything you gave him, and put them in the basement until
he's ready to have them again!" stated KaliQ.


"You WHAT...??!" yelled Latrina, jumping out of her seat. "WHERE'S your
room...?" she asked, "I want to SEE your room, right now!"
	Kaleb looked at his father for permission...?
	KaliQ gave his consent, giving his son the signal to go show his
mother his room. Kaleb escorted his mother upstairs to his
bedroom. Latrina's disapproval could be heard all the way downstairs.


"YOU BASTARD!!" she screamed, storming back down the steps as fast as her
high heels could take her. "Our son sleeps on a bare MATTRESS on the floor
in his room...??! WHERE'S his clothes...?! WHERE'S all his stuff...??!"


"Like I said..., he has to EARN them...!" said KaliQ, stone faced.


"Come with ME, Kaleb...!" said Latrina, holding out her hand from her son
to grasp. "I'm taking you HOME with me and Julio...! There's NO NEED for
you to have to live like a prisoner in your own home! If your FATHER wants
to look after inmates, he should get a JOB at a prison! COME ON, KALEB...!"


"Dad...?" called Kaleb, nervous and frightened...


"If you want to live with your mother...then GO...!" answered KaliQ,
leaving the decision to Kaleb.


"But I don't want to go...!" said the boy, backing away from his mother's
outstretched hand...
	Latrina looked dumbfounded.


"You'd rather live HERE with your father...?" she asked, astonished. "HERE
where you have NO clothes, NO shoes, NO video games, where you can't go
outside and make friends...?! You'd rather stay HERE than live with me and
Julio...?!??"
	Kaleb looked at his dad, then at Julio...the MAN his mother was
dating, the man he couldn't have as his own...


"YES!" he answered, breaking his mother's heart.
	Tears swelled up in Latrina's eyes as she ran for the door, unable
to believe her son would rather live with a domineering men like his
father, than with her!


"I'm sorry about that, KaliQ..." said Julio, before going after his woman.
	KaliQ walked to the door with his son, watching as Julio got into
the driver's seat Latrina's car. She couldn't even look up as they pulled
off, too busy shielding her crying face from nosey neighbors as Julio took
her back home.


"You did good, son..." said KaliQ, rubbing the top of his son's head.


"Did I Dad...?" asked Kaleb, standing beside his father.
	KaliQ frowned...


"What I tell you about calling me that...?" he asked, unhappily.
	Kaleb lowered his head, submissively.


"I'm sorry, sir..." he corrected, remorsefully.


"Up to your room..." said his father, "...assume punishment position...!"
he added, causing Kaleb's dick to jump with excitement.


"Yes sir!" he answered, darting upstairs to undress.



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AND ELSEWHERE...


	Q pulled up outside Raheim's 3 story apartment building in west
Philly, then climbed the steps to his apartment door. Raheim hadn't
answered his cell phone since Q left his grandma's house, but he figured he
was just playing hard to get and would probably answer the door when he got
there.
	Reaching the top step, Q noticed Raheim's apt door ajar. Pushing it
open, he slowly [cautiously] crept inside, expecting to see Raheim lying
naked on the sofa, perhaps stroking his big dick...?


"Hey...? YOU in here...?" he asked, calling out loud.
	When he got no answer, he heard water running in the bathroom. With
porn playing on the television [the sound turned down], Q suspected Raheim
MUST have started the party without him, then went into the shower to clean
up?


"Oh, so THAT'S how you play me...?" he asked, pushing open the bathroom
door. "Well, I ain't come all the way over here for nothin'..., so MOVE
OVER...!" he teased, pulling back the shower curtain to find Raheim dead,
having apparently HUNG himself in the shower...



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This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com aka EUGENE MARVIN
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>BONUS SCENE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<


	Kaleb ran upstairs and stripped naked, tossing his clothes on the
floor before falling onto his bare mattress with his head tucked
submissively between his legs [his ass raised high in the air]. He could
hear his father milling about downstairs, taking his time to get himself a
beer before climbing the steps to the second floor. Kaleb's dick grew extra
hard when he heard his father's heavy boots coming up the steps. With his
head still ducked, he could only imagine what his father looked like
standing in the doorway of his room, staring down at his bare ass staring
back up at him.
	KaliQ Nelson took a huge swig of his ice cold brew before taking
another look at his son's hot ass. Indeed it did look good, waiting for him
to administer punishment. He took another deep swig before walking over to
the mattress. Staring down at the ass, he could just see the budding
asshole, already cleaned and puckered, eagerly awaiting his father's
actions.


	KaliQ kneeled down behind his son, getting a closer view of the ass
he'd been riding every night since he and his son made a master/slave
agreement while's he's living there. Placing his beer on the floor, he
began caressing his beautiful ass cheeks, molding them with his bare hands,
pulling the cheeks apart to stare at the sweet dark hole hiding in-between.
	Kaleb could feel his father's huge hands molesting his ass,
massaging the cheeks and making him feel good. He knew in a few moments the
pleasure would be replaced with severe pain, as his father's massaging
hands would become his punishment. He looked down between his spread knees
[past his rock hard erection and dangling ball sac] to see his father's
pant crotch. He could easily see the large lump down his pant leg,
indicating an enormous erection. His father was just as excited about the
punishment as HE was!


"You did GOOD at first, boy..." informed KaliQ, making sure Kaleb knew WHY
he was being punished. "...letting your mother know how much you liked
living here...! Letting her know the rules of EARNING your rewards...! But
then you fucked up and called me `dad' while we were alone...! WHAT did I
tell you to call me when we were by ourselves...?"


"SIR or Master, sir...!" answered Kaleb, obediently.


"Right..." responded KaliQ, "...so now you have to be punished so it won't
happen again!"


"Sir, yes sir!" answered Kaleb.
	KaliQ rubbed his hands over his son's bubbled butt for a few more
minutes [enjoying the look and feel beneath his fingertips], then lifted
his right hand in the air before bringing it back down HARD upon the
unprotected skin.


SLAP!  "URHH...!" grunted Kaleb.
	KaliQ raised his hand again...


SLAP!  "URHH...!"


SLAP!  "URHH...!"


SLAP!  "URHH...!"


SLAP!  "URHH...!"


SLAP!  "URHH...!"


	Kaleb received 20 HARD slaps from his father's heavy hand [10 on
each cheek]. Kaleb's sexual excitement was quickly replaced with fear, as
he tried [unsuccessfully] from crying aloud. KaliQ could hear his son's
sobs by the end of the punishment, and started to softly caress the hot ass
cheeks he'd just put ablaze, soothing them with tenderness. "Punishment's
over, boy..." he informed, parting the cheeks. "...now comes the FUN
part...!"
	Given permission, Kaleb reached down between his legs [past his now
soft dangling penis] and began caressing his father's hard bulge. Despite
the punishment, KaliQ Nelson's dick remained hard the whole time. He
reached down and undid his pants, freeing his monster dong as his son
grasped it with his hand, slowly jerking it. KaliQ couldn't resist bending
forward and eating his son's ass...


"uhh..." moaned Kaleb softly, feeling his father's face wedge between his
cheeks, his warm wet tongue licking along his ass crack, tantalizing his
fuck-hole.
	KaliQ couldn't get over how much Kaleb's ass resembled his
mother's. KaliQ Nelson loved slapping his wife's ass while he fucked her
from behind, or whenever she rode his big dick in a chair. She [however]
was never into anal sex, so KaliQ didn't get a chance to experience it
[ironically] until his SON.
	KaliQ couldn't believe how easily he got into fucking his own son's
asshole. He'd heard [for years] how close to pussy an anus resembled, but
never believed it until he found himself balls deep inside his son's
convulsing rectum. Now he found himself eating ass like pussy, licking the
soft puffy surface, drilling the puckered lips with his tongue, feeling the
hole contract and spasm on his fingers and tongue, he couldn't get enough
of shoving his face between the spongy buns, eating his bitch's hole until
it was quivering wildly from an anal orgasm...


"Suck this dick!" ordered KaliQ, removing his face.
	Kaleb spun around on his knees [facing his father], taking the big
hard dick into his mouth. KaliQ watched his son's open mouth envelop his
manhood, his soft lips encircling him as his mouth collapsed and began
suctioning. KaliQ reached down over his son's naked back and began
fingering his butt pussy, darting them in and out until the ring started to
flower open, taking the digging digits past the second knuckles.
	Kaleb bobbed his head on his daddy's dick, sliding his wet juicy
mouth up and down the hard shaft, wetting it thoroughly as he painted his
tongue all along the column. He could feel his dad's fingers digging in and
out of him, stretching his anus and preparing it for fucking. He couldn't
wait to feel his father's big crank up his ass again, taking total control
of him, giving his empty life final purpose.


	KaliQ put his free hand on the nap of Kaleb's neck, then pulled his
face in close to force Kaleb to swallow his dick. Kaleb felt the dickhead
pushing pass his throat muscles, causing his asshole to flex around his
father's embedded fingers. KaliQ continued to press until his thick dick
penetrated Kaleb's throat, sinking down into his warm esophagus.
	Kaleb felt his throat stretching to accommodate his dad's thick
prick, even as his own asshole sucked upon his father's fingers. KaliQ
loved both feelings as his dick twitched in his son's throat, anticipating
the wet grip of his son's anal pussy.


"Back on the bed!" ordered the father, pulling Kaleb off his dick.
	Kaleb felt the prick rip from his mouth and throat as he was
quickly ushered back around [face away from his dad]. KaliQ pulled his
son's ass cheeks apart, then leaned in close to spit a healthy amount of
saliva onto the anus before aiming his dick up against the pouty lips.
	Kaleb barely had time to brace himself properly when his dick
suddenly inserted himself, shoving his dick 10 and 1/2 inches deep with one
plunge.


"URRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH...!!" groaned Kaleb, feeling his father's dick pierce
him deep.
	KaliQ planted his dick balls deep inside his son's ass, feeling his
anus convulsing wildly about his suddenly embedded dick. Grounding against
his ass, he churned his meaty prick around inside him, stretching out the
hole before gripping him by the shoulders to fuck.


"Oh god..." moaned Kaleb, feeling his father's dick starting to slide back
and forth through him.
	In doggy position, he could feel his father's powerful thrusts as
he buried his dick time and again, beating more punishing blows against his
ass as he drilled him from behind and forced him to take every inch of his
powerful manhood.


"THIS is what you wanted, right...?" asked KaliQ, gripping his son by the
throat before lifting him up off his hands and solely onto his
knees. "THIS'S what you STAYED for, right...? The DICK! What you sent your
mother home crying for...?!"


"YES..." gasped Kaleb, his head titled back as the majority of his weight
was supported by his father's strong hold on his throat, his fingers only
inches from the mattress as his ass was pounded hard from behind. "...YES
SIR...! I stayed for YOU and the dick, sir!"
	KaliQ grit his teeth, knowing his son was a full-fledged faggot
now...


"I don't know what disgusts me more..." he said, his hips slapping into his
son's fat ass nonstop. "...that fact that I have a faggot for a son..., OR
the fact that he's the best piece of ass I've had in a LONG time...?!"
	Kaleb whimpered happily when his dad said he was the best piece of
ass he's had. His asshole flexed, then dilated around his father's plunging
shaft, the constant in/out thrusting pulverizing his sphincter muscles,
making it nearly impossible to stay tight as the hole began to moisten and
salivate on its own.


"Shit...!" groaned KaliQ as he fucked harder into his son's ass doggy
style, one hand holding him by the throat, the other holding onto his
jetted hips, --his pelvic bone slapped repeatedly into his firm butt
bubble.
	Kaleb grunted loudly after every inward thrust his father made into
his ass, his cries timed perfectly to coincide with the loud slaps between
their crashing flesh. KaliQ couldn't stop fucking into the boy, his body
molding to the shape of his dick as it pulling back and pushed forth
through his hole, ramming gut deep through his moist massaging entrails.


"FUCK boy..., you got too much of your MOMMA in you...!" said KaliQ,
hugging Kaleb's back against his chest as he continued to thrust and hump
up into him.
	Kaleb groaned softly as he milked his father's shaft with his ass
muscles, trying to make it good for him. KaliQ wrapped his arms around his
son's torso, hugging him tightly from behind as he rammed his dick in and
out bone deep.
	Kaleb could feel his dad's hands holding onto him, his strong arms
about his body like muscled blanket, keeping him safe and warm, even as he
continued fucking him. KaliQ nestled his face into his son's neck and
shoulder, passionately kissing the soft skin and mentally forgetting it was
his SON he was fucking.
	Gently forcing Kaleb face down on the mattress, KaliQ got on top
and continued fucking, thrusting up and down as he slid and slammed his
dick in and out of the hole. The 2 men obviously loved their positions in
this relationship, both accepting their roles as master/slave, giving the
each other what the other craved most.


	KaliQ rose up on his arms [in pushup position] while riding his
son's ass from above. He looked down to watch his dick disappearing between
the spread cheeks, his hairy pubic bone slapping against the taut brown
buns with every thrust.
	Looking up Kaleb's muscled back and broadening shoulders, KaliQ
began to start looking at his son in a different light, not just as his
offspring or his bitch. Kaleb was starting to physically become a MAN,
KaliQ found himself laying hard strides into his son's backside, fucking
him harder, stronger, deeper...


"URRHH...! URRHH...! URRHH...!" grunted Kaleb after every thrust, his body
taking the brunt of every stroke.


"Roll over...!" ordered KaliQ, pulling out of Kaleb momentarily.
	Kaleb rolled over onto his back, then instantly lifted his legs,
exposing his ass for more fucking. KaliQ got into position over top his
son, then reinserted his dick, shoving in balls deep.


"OOOOHH FUCK, sir...!" moaned Kaleb, feeling the dick spear him again.
	KaliQ leaned in over Kaleb [his arms on either side of his prone
body] and resumed fucking. Kaleb held his legs up and open on their own
accord, giving his father steady access into his ass. He could feel his
dad's dick sliding through him, widening the exit hole and squeezing up
into his loins. Kaleb's own dick lay hard across his abdomen, rock hard and
dying for attention, every time KaliQ thrust into Kaleb's ass, his dick
jumped with extra excitement.


	KaliQ fucked Kaleb in missionary position endlessly, enjoying the
wet wonderful suction of his son's welcoming manhole sucking consistently
on his manhood. Kaleb unbuttoned his father's shirt, then lifted his
t-shirt to expose his bare torso so he could lick and suck his father's
erect nipples, causing KaliQ to groan aloud wantonly.
	Fucking harder into his son's ass, he laid down on top of Kaleb,
smashing their fronts together as Kaleb's erection throbbed against his
crunching stomach muscles. Kaleb moaned softly in his father's ear, taking
each thrust deep into his gut as his body reacted to the anal
assault. Reaching his hands up over his father's back, he could feel his
muscles bulging through his back as he humped and thrust straight through
him. All the while Kaleb's dick was rubbing against his father's stomach,
bringing him closer to climax.


"Oh shit, daddy..., I'm about to cum...!" he panted, unable to hold off.
	KaliQ lifted up just in time to watch the cum shooting from his
son's unmanned dick, streaking white strips of cum across his torso like
white ribbons. KaliQ could feel his son's anus spasm around his plunging
dick, triggering his own orgasm as he rammed in one last time and unloaded
a gut full of semen directly in his colon.


"ARRRRHHHHHH...!!" screamed the father, straining against his son as he
filled him full, collapsing on top with exhaustion soon after.
	Kaleb lovingly wrapped his arms around his father's sweaty back,
feeling the tension ease out of him with his orgasm. He could feel his
dad's dick pulsing inside him, even as his own dick pulsed between them,
his own cum plastering them together like glue.


"Did I do GOOD, sir...?" asked Kaleb, looking for a little praise for a job
well done.
	KaliQ lifted up to look down in his son's face...


"You did good..." he said, his dick still draining in his ass. "...until
you called me `daddy' again...!" he informed, causing a surprised look on
Kaleb's face. "You're going to have to punished again..." He added, causing
Kaleb's dick to tingle with excitement...