Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 19:58:31 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: the hood-27 THE HOOD-27 RECOGNITION Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< THE DRUG HOUSE "URRRHHHH FUCK...!" cursed Bling, coming hard as he filled the man's mouth with sperm. Davis drank as much as he could as he gulped and sucked, his ass still getting fucked as he sucked the penis dry. Davis continued to nurse on the softening shaft while Will fucked him from behind, hammering hard into his ass. Will lay down across Davis's back, thrusting deep into his hole as his own dick prepared to burst. Davis groaned aloud as Will's fuck thrust dug deeper, lifting his head as Bling's prick fell limply from his gaping mouth... Bling's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared down at the face of man who'd just sucked his dick... "Dad...?" he called, as Davis looked up at him, his glossy bloodshot eyes glazed with lust just as Will shoved in and came... "AARRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" he screamed as the cum rang from his aching balls, filling Bling's dad's ass. "Fuck...! Oh fuck...! URRHHHHH...!!" cursed Will, bucking wildly as the cum shot from his straining manhood in heavy spurts. Bling pulled back, jumping to his feet as he pulled up his pants and tucked his shrunken dick... "That's my DAD...!" he said, as everyone started to realize he wasn't joking. Tee-Tee walked up... "THAT'S yur dad...??" he asked, pointing down at the man lying underneath Will [who was still squirming about on top of him, shaking off the last of his intense orgasm]... "That's FUCKED up...!" "Oh shit..." said Will, coming to his senses sometime after while slowly pulling out of Davis's buttock... "...sorry man..." he apologized, his long wet dick sliding out of the well-used hole with ease... "...I did'n kno..." "How'd this happen...?! Where'd you find him? I didn't even know he was out of prison!" said Bling, still stunned. "Damn man...that's fucked up..." said Mutt [a 19 year old mixed breed], unfastening his pants before pulling out his erection and climbing down on top of Davis... "YO..." yelled Bling, shoving the drug dealer off his father's back before he could insert his dick... "...you ain't gonna fuck my dad right in front of me...!" he challenged. "HEY...!" shouted Mutt, falling aside on his rear. "Then take yur ass outside...!" he countered, wanting more ass. "That's OUR bitch...! He's HERE to be fucked!" "NOT anymore!" argued Bling, defending his dad. "He's rite though, B..." said Tee-Tee, unsympathetic... "...he's the new House Bitch..., he ain't goin' nowhere til he's finished payin' up back our deposit...!" Bling looked around at all the other drug dealers, none of which looked like they were willing to part with the new whore's ass... "Yo, Tee..." reasoned Will [fastening his pants]... "...that's his DAD, man..., his FAMILY...! Bling's one of us...!" "He ain't a GANG member...!" argued Tee. "He only comes through with YOU..., he ain't really one of US...!" "That's COLD, Tee..." said Will. "That's REALITY, brotha...!" countered Tee. "We pumped alotta drugs into the mofo..., we ain't losin' out on all the shyt cuz he somebody's daddy...! Hell, EVERYBODY'S somebody's mom, dad, sister, daughter, brother, or son...! Why should HE get different consideration than anybody else...?!" "Besides, that bitch came to US..." added Mutt, angrily. "...after suckin' Shorty's dick inna alley!" "Yo..." said Will, putting his arm about Bling's shoulder as he huddled him away from the others listening range... "...yur dad's a good lay man..., they ain't gonna just GIVE `em up without a fight or some payment...!" advised the older boy, trying to make his friend see reason before things got ugly. "We just gonna have to wait til yur dad outside of here...!" "But I don't even know where he's staying...!" said Bling, "As long as he's HERE, they're gonna be fucking the shit out of him!" "True...but it sounds like yur dad may've offered up his ass for payment..." reasoned Will. "...if he did, we're gonna have to WAIT til he's sobered up enough to talk level headed with us...! If he wants to keep hoein' here, ain't much you can say about it! He's a grown man!" "My dad ain't no hoe...!" defended Bling, tears swelling up in his eyes. "That ain't my dad! MY dad wouldn't be caught DEAD getting gang banged in some drug house! He was a REAL man!" "Ain't no tellin' what happened to him in prison..." reminded Will. "...he could've got hooked on drugs...! He could've got turned out...! You just don't kno'! Jail ain't no joke! It could turn a He-Man into a punk! Let's just wait and try to TALK to him when he's not here..., otherwise you might have to fight every knucklehead in the House to get yur dad out...!" Bling didn't like the idea of leaving his father behind to be fucked MORE by the drug dealers, but he knew [deep down] that Will was right. He recalled how upset his mother was the last time she came home from visiting him in prison [The HOLE-67, pt-3], saying someone had knocked out all of his teeth! After that she never went back to visit him again, saying they were `better off' without him. Bling didn't understand at the time, but he now realized WHY his mother would never speak of him again; she MUST have known he was being PUNKED in prison, probably made into some inmate's cell bitch where he learned how to swallow dick and get fucked like a prostitute...! Bling looked back at his father as Mutt retook his place on top of him, purposely ramming his dick in HARD while staring up at the son. Davis merely groaned, lifting his ass for deeper penetration as Mutt started pounding. Bling realized his father probably didn't even recognize him, they hadn't seen each other in years. He probably still pictured Bling as a 12 or 13 year old boy, instead of the 18 year old MAN he was today [if he remembered him at all...?]. Bling walked out of the house, amid the laugher of the drug dealers left behind. Will accompanied his friend outside, opting to leave with him in support... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Q & TAE Q drove his boyfriend up to Tae's biological father's house, after Tae spoke to him via cell phone. They parked outside of 40 year old Gregory [Gee] Allen's house. "You SURE you want to stay here...?" asked Q, having met and stayed the night over Gee's house before [chaps-21 & 22], and knew of all the hot sex that would be available to Tae if he stayed there... "I don't have much choice..." said Tae, looking up at his father's house. "...I can't go back to the store...not after what my uncle said to me...!" "I'm sure he didn't mean it..." said Tae, sympathetically. "You didn't HEAR him..." said Tae. "It's something I always FELT as a kid growing up in that household..., but to actually HEAR him say a racial slur against ME...was eye opening...!" revealed Tae, sadly. "They've never really accepted me..., they never wanted me...! It's all evident now...!" Q placed his hand gently on Tae's knee... "You could always stay with me and my grammy..." he offered, not knowing much else to say... Tae thought of all the times Grandma Win' got up to use the bathroom overnight [which was right next door to the room he was in], flushing the toilet every time... "I'm good..." he smiled [his head resting back against the headrest] warily, pursing his lips for a kiss... Q leaned over and pecked him on the lips... "You just remember that Shakeem is your biological COUSIN..." he reminded, as Tae prepared to leave. "...just in case you start to fall in love and want to dump me for him...!" Tae laughed... "No one looking at us would believe we're related...!" he joked, knowing their family features were vastly different. "Besides...incest apparently runs on my father's side of the family!" "I know..." said Q, shutting off the engine... "...that's why I'm concerned...!" Q and Tae walked up the front steps to Gee's house. Ringing the doorbell, they only had to wait a few seconds before Shakeem answered... "Hey cousin...!" he smiled, giving the blasian a huge hug [much to Q's chagrin]. "Good to see you both again...!" he said politely, giving Q a hug as well. "Uncle Gee said you would be coming to stay with us! How are you doing...?" he asked Tae, inviting them in. "I'm okay..." said Tae, keeping it tight and short, not really wanting to discuss his family's issues. "I kinda understand why you don't wanna go back home..." sympathized Shakeem, having already gotten the lowdown from his uncle..., "...I opted to stay with Uncle Gee because I didn't want to have to hear my mom's mouth about my ex-girlfriend...! So I understand...!" Q's eyebrows narrowed... "It's NOT quite the same thing...!" he argued. "YOU opted to stay with your uncle and GET FUCKED rather than hear your mom say `I told you so'..., Tae's people were getting physically abusive! It's not the same!" informed Q, explaining the difference. "I'm just sayin'..., we're inna same boat...!" reasoned Shakeem. "Besides, you don't know my mom..." he added, showing the guys into the living room. "...I would NEVER hear the end of it...! My mom never wanted me to move with Tamika..., so she would RUB it in my face forever if given the chance!" "I still think its extreme for a STRAIGHT guy to get fucked simply cuz he don't wanna face his mother's bragging boasts...! I mean...unless you already had interests in guys...?" questioned Q. "No..." answered Shakeem, "...not really...!" "But you're okay with your uncle fucking you on a daily basis...?" asked Q, trying to get a clear understanding of where Shakeem was coming from... "It's not EVERYDAY..." corrected Shakeem... "...but yeah..., we've worked out an arrangement!" "I still don't GET it...!" said Q, giving up trying. "You'd rather let another GUY fuck you in the ass to stay at his house rent free, rather than go home to your mom's house and live rent free but hear her brag about being right about your ex-girlfriend...!" "Drop it, Q..., it's not rocket science...! Let it go!" suggested Tae, seeing an argument beginning to brew. "I'm just saying..." said Q, finding Shakeem's heterosexuality hard to swallow... "You SURE my dad doesn't mind me staying here also...?" asked Tae, purposely changing the subject. "Well...he only has TWO bedrooms...and ONE of them's been converted into his personal gym...!" reminded Shakeem. "So unless you plan to sleep with US upstairs in HIS bed..., the only place available's the couch...!" Tae looked down at the couch, recalling how Q complained about back pains in the morning... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< JULIO & LATRINA 47 year old Julio Espsideo rushed home after a brief visit to KaliQ's house to talk to his fiancé's son about mending fences with his mom for their wedding...when he suddenly found himself facing old demons when Kaleb [Latrina's 18 year old son] stripped naked and started masturbating lewdly in front of him [last chapter]. Julio couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Kaleb throw his legs back over his head on his father's sofa, then start finger fucking his own asshole while jacking his dick profusely in memory of their sexual sessions together. Julio believed he did WELL to keep his hands to himself, showing great restraint from ripping Kaleb a new asshole right there in his father's living room, that is until he looked down and noticed he had inadvertently ejaculated all over himself without once touching his own dick. Julio felt like an embarrassed teenager when he felt the warm sperm soaking through his underwear and pants, revealing an inconvenient wet spot near his crotch. He couldn't get to his car FAST enough, as he jumped in his ride and drove away like a bat out of hell! Julio didn't understand why his dick reacted SO juvenile to Kaleb's actions, he thought his days of lusting for the boy's orifices were over once he started dating the mother...? What was it about dicking the younger man that turned him on so much? He'd never had this kind of reaction with other males before. He was always able to interact with men in his FAD organization, and neighborhood boys he often tried to help get off of the street corners without having any of these issues or feelings. He worked closely with Todd Meriwether and Jerome Taylor Jr., helping them strive for something MORE out of life without having desires to ravish them naked, WHY couldn't he have the same kind of control with Kaleb???? Julio dashed into his fiancé's house as fast as he could without anyone noticing his wet stains, then immediately began removing his clothes to take to the cleaners later [ along with other dress slacks for work]. "Julio...?" called Latrina, currently discussing wedding arrangements with her Coordinator over the phone... "How'd it go...?" she asked eagerly, wanting to know if her son came around...? "We'll uh..." he hesitated, trying to get cleaned up before Latrina realized the stains in his clothing... "...we'll discuss it AFTER you finish your phone call...!" he said, dashing upstairs... "Jenny..., I'll call you back...!" said Latrina, hanging up the phone to follow her fiancé upstairs. Julio was in the bedroom [stripping], when Latrina walked in... "Kaleb's my SON..." she said, wanting to hear what happened. "...nothing's more important to me...! What happened...??" Julio folded his soiled pants and removed his stained underwear [tossing them in the hamper] before turning around in just his dress socks and white dress shirt... "He was resistant..." he admitted, as Latrina dotted on his every word. "...but we talked..., and he..." paused Julio, for effect... "...agreed to be in the wedding...!" "Really...?" glee Latrina, bubbly. "He did...? He's going to GIVE me away...??" she giddied, giving her fiancé a hug... "Well...I think he thinks of it more as THROWING you away..." joked Julio, hugging back. "...but yeah...!" "I'll take it ANY way I can get it...!" accepted Latrina, kissing her man on the lips before staring deeply into his eyes... "I think that deserves a little celebration..." she added flirtatiously, looking down at his dangling dick... "...don't you...?" Julio looked over at the windows... "It's still daylight outside..." he teased. "...since WHEN do you enjoy sex with the light on...?" "This RING opens a lot of doors simply being a girlfriend doesn't...!" answered Latrina playfully, dropping to her knees... Julio hesitated... "uh...let me SHOWER first..." he insisted, pulling his woman up off the floor... "...I'm feeling a little RIPE...!" he added, knowing Latrina would taste and smell the orgasm on him if he didn't shower first... "I don't mind a little musk..." said Latrina, not wanting to break the mood. "I'll feel better if I showered..." insisted Julio, reading the disappointment on her face. "But I'll tell you what..." he said, grabbing her hand... "...why don't you JOIN me, and we can conserve on our water bill...?" Latrina smiled innocently, liking that idea as she allowed Julio to pull her into the bathroom for a little naughtiness... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< DAVIS Word of Davis and his son spread around the West Philly drug house like wildfire. Many of the dealers thought it was funny that Bling's dad was a House Whore, and that he accidentally sucked off his own son. Some got so turned on by the idea of the father and son fucking, that they fucked Davis again, giving his ass a serious workout on overtime. Davis [of course] was hardly aware of anything going on. He was mostly stoned as he was rolled in various positions and stuffed full of hard black dick. Dealers of all ages, sizes, and lengths shoved their dicks in his well fucked openings, fucking them hard and deep until they flooded them with their hot loads. Between fucks [and sometimes during], drugs were shoved up his nose, on his tongue, or up his ass, keeping him high and incoherent as they took turns fucking him. Two dealers even double-fucked him, rolling Davis into a ball on his back while one of them [Shorty] stood over him and shoved his 9" dick up his ass, while the other dealer [Tee-Tee] knelt behind them and squeezed his thin 8" erection up beside Shorty's in Davis's ass. Both dicks fucked in and out of Davis's cum clogged asshole, causing masses of spent semen to ooze from the loosened hole. Tee-Tee couldn't help staring at [5'4" tall] Shorty's ass as it bounced up and down in front of him, the fat round cheeks spread wide as he fucked, revealing his tiny never before fucked asshole. Evil thoughts entered the dealer's mind as he looked back at his buddies, wondering if they were thinking the same thoughts he was...? Jude [the House leader] knew exactly what Tee-Tee was thinking as Shorty's fat ass bounced in front of them. The boy really had no idea how tempting his bubbled butt was. Several of the dealers really wished the boy wasn't one of them, simply so they could rape his little ass without fear of retaliation. Shorty held Davis's legs by the ankles, pushing his knees all the way back over his head to keep his ass lifted high enough for him to continue dunking his dick through. He could feel Tee-Tee's dick sliding next to his inside the slimy wet hole, both dicks making out together as they rubbed against one another while fucking deep inside the older man's roost. Tee-Tee wanted nothing more than to pull out of Davis's ass, and shove his wet prick straight up Shorty's. The boy [while a productive drug dealer] was a major pain in the ass with his young arrogance [Shorty was only 15, and making as much money as some of the older dealers]. With a big mouth [talking too much], he often boasted like the big man on campus, irritating some of the dealers who desperately wanted to put the boy back in his place. However gang etiquette dictated that dealers couldn't backstab or double-cross members of the same House. So despite all the thoughts to the contrary, Shorty's ass was safe! "Oh fuck...!" hissed Tee-Tee, yanking out of Davis's ass at the last second before jacking all over Shorty's ass... "Hey...!" yelled the younger boy, feeling the hot cum drops splatter against his bouncing ass. "Oh shit...MY bad..." said Tee-Tee, giving a mock apology as he rubbed the remnants of his dripping load over Shorty's ass with his dickhead... "Yo man..." complained Shorty, fucking steadily into Davis's ass. Each plunge of his dick sent a new wave of creamy white fluid from the rim of Davis's shit chute. Shorty fucked nonstop as his ass continued to bounce in front of everyone watching, Tee-Tee cum droplets smeared all over the tight brown cheeks. "Oh shit..." gasped Shorty, hitting the wall. "...oh fuck...I'm gonna cum...!" he announced, ramming all the way into Davis's ass. "AARRRRRRRHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as the cum came gushing out of him, filling the older man's gut with a fresh dose of creamy ball juice. Shorty yanked his dick out immediately afterwards, causing Davis's asshole to pout outwards like a pair of pursed lips. Excess cum erupted from the spitting opening like white hot lava, cascading down the back of Davis's ass in white trails for everyone to see. "Fuck...he's a mess...!" said Jude, watching in disgust. "Send his ass back home, now...!" Davis was made to get dressed, then shoved outside and sent on his merry way. Although high, he stumbled his way back home to The Lancashire Halfway House only a few blocks away. Gobs of displaced cum drooled from his dilated anus [having nowhere to go but out], soiling the back of his pants and making obvious wet stains in back. Davis wandered up the steps to The Halfway House and walked in. "Davis...?" called Jacob Newman [Lancashire's House Master], stepping out of his office as Davis walked by. "Davis...?" he repeated, stepping into the hallway. "Are you HIGH...?" he asked, noticing the slumped way he walked... Davis climbed the steps to his second flood room. Jacob noticed the wet stains along Davis's ass crack as he followed him upstairs... "You KNOW using drugs or alcohol is a strict violation of your probation...!" informed the manager, knowing Davis had something in his system. "You could go directly back to prison, you know...?" "yeahhh..." said Davis, bumping into his door before opening it and walking in. Jacob climbed to the top of the stairs, then stood just outside of Davis's door as the ex-con fell out face down onto his bed and passed out. Jacob took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, then ducked into Davis's room and gently closed the door before walking over to his bed. He could tell someone had been fucking him by the wet stains leaking from the back of his pants. Curiosity got the better of him as he pulled Davis's pants down from his waist to reveal his sumptuous ass, which was marked with black and blue bruises from the heavy ass beating he took while getting fucked. Jacob pulled the cheeks apart to look at the asshole, and was shocked to see how worn out and depleted it look. Even lying unconscious, Davis's asshole was still pushing out pulse after pulse of creamy semen. Jacob wondered exactly HOW MANY men fucked the former convict tonight..., and WHERE it too place...? Jacob had spent a significant amount of time behind bars himself [5 yrs], and knew well what it was like to be addicted to fucking men after several years. He understood men's obsessions with wanting to continue fucking other men once freed from confinement, despite the House's NO SEX polices. His dick hardened in his pants when he thought of how many dicks it must have taken to get Davis's anus so worn out? He had no idea if the married man was whoring himself on the streets for money, or just happened upon a group of horny guys who decided to use his available ass for target practice? Either way, staring down at the damaged anus was far too enticing to pass up. With Davis okay with getting butt fucked already, Jacob undid his pants and climbed up on top of the sleeping man and shoved his dick straight into his warm wet ass. Jacob's dick sank straight through the loosened anus, to plunge directly into the cum logged rectum. Pressing his pelvis against Davis's ass, Jacob lay down on top of him, enjoying the hot wet whirlpool inside his colon. Jacob started fucking Davis slowly, gently pulling out and pushing back in as his dick moved through an unknown amount of loads packing inside. Davis never moved or acknowledged Jacob on top of him as he continued to snore throughout the fucking. Jacob humped on top of Davis for a while, simply enjoying the hot heated wetness of his entrails. He picked up the pace and started to fuck hard and deeper as his lust started to build. Pussy was definitely good, but a man's asshole [particularly a well-used one like Davis's] resembled pussy on its best day, surprising and tricking a hell of a lot of dicks into thinking they were fucking pussy even when they knew they weren't. Jacob jabbed and stabbed into Davis's ass with deep deliberate strokes, needing to get off just as much as some of the other guys living in The House with no steady woman to take care of their sexual needs. "Ooohhh..." gasped the House Manager as he grabbed onto Davis's biceps and pulled himself in deeper with each stroke. His pending orgasm was close as he humped and fucked with a hint of urgency in his pace. The idea of fucking a man's ass that was loaded with cum reminded him of his own time behind bars, getting sloppy 4th's or 5th's from a train of men fucking one bottom. By the time he got to them, the asses were nearly always loose and loaded with cum. He could feel the excess juices running down over his dick and balls as he fucked, slamming his hips into a willing [and sometimes NOT so willing] bottom, which the inmates designated their personal cumdump. "Oooohhh shit...!" he groaned, feeling his dick beginning to twitch inside the deep dank pit. "Oh shit...! OOOOhhhh...! Urrrhhhhh...!" he grunted, slapping his hips against Davis's ass as his dick erupted with a heavy series of potent gushes. Jacob collapsed on top of Davis for a moment as his dick drained off in the sleeping man's ass. He withdrew once he got his strength, pulling out of the hole and pulling on his underwear and pants. He opted to leave Davis's pants tucked under his ass [and the door opened] just in case another needy housemate wandered by and needed relief. He knew Davis wouldn't mind... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>5<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ELSEWHERE Korean store owners Moo-Ho and Mi-Ki Kye, were finishing up with the last of their customers when the telephone rang. "We close now...!" said Mi, believing the caller someone ordering a sandwich for pick-up. "Huh...? Police...?" she asked, unsure she was hearing right. She wished Tae was there, he was much better at speaking English than the rest of them... <"Moo...!"> she called towards the front of the store, knowing her brother in-law was working the cash register. <"Pick up the phone..., it's police...!"> She waited for a moment for him to pick up the extension, but when he didn't, she came from behind the grill and walked towards the front of the store, only to find a masked man holding a gun on Moo-Ho...! "AAHHHH...!" she screamed from instinct. "Shut up, bitch!" yelled the gunman, alternating holding the barrel on Moo-Ho and her. "Hang up the fuckin' phone!" he ordered. "Come from behind the countered!" he yelled. Moo-Ho kept his hands in the air. He had a gun under the counter, just inches away within grabbing distance. But he couldn't risk having a shootout with Mi-Ki in the room... "Get over there...!" ordered the man, shoving Moo-Ho into Mi-Ki. "WHO else's here...?" he asked, reaching back to lock the store door. "No one...!" answered Moo. "Where's yur SON...?" asked the guy, referring to Tae. "I don't know!" answered Moo. "You two the only ones here...?" asked the man, looking around curiously. "Yes!" answered Moo, Mi-Ki hiding behind him. The guy smiled under his mask, relaxing a bit... "What's upstairs...?" he asked. "Our house!" answered Moo. "Take me there!" requested the man. Moo-Ho knew that would be a mistake... "Why dow you just take money and GO...?" asked Moo-Ho, plainly. "The register right there!" "I ain't come here for money..." said the gunman, ripping off his mask... Mi-Ki gasped, recognizing him from the lineup... ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com aka EUGENE MARVIN ________________________________________________ To leave comments, questions, and/or suggests, write me at address above, or hit me up on Facebook for updates on what I'm currently working on.