Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 20:48:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: The Hood 34

THE HOOD-34
Clash Of The Titans

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


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WEST PHILLY


	What started as a slight whisper of voices in opposition, soon
became a wave of protesters who gathered outside the store front of The Kye
Family Variety Store in West Philly, where a Korean family was tortured and
raped by a well-known street thug.
	47 yr old Julio Espisedo stood atop a soap box, speaking out to the
large crowd of spectators as he promoted his nonprofit organization FAD
[Father's Against Drugs], hoping to recruit new members and open up a new
charter. He spoke of the growing violence in neighborhoods, pointing out
the murder of Joon-Ho, and the attempted murders of his family. He spoke of
the boom of drugs in the area, and how more and more drug houses seemed to
pop up every day, turning residential neighborhoods into battlegrounds as
dealers take over the street corners.


	Local media filmed the crowd started marching down the street,
chanting old spirituals and declaring to `take back' their streets with the
aid of Mayor McConnell's new `Tough Streets' program. The crowd walked from
corner to corner, blasting known drug dealers and calling out neighborhood
bullies. The march stopped in from of Mildred Winfield's [Grandma Win']
house, where her granddaughter Andrea had been recently raped by drug
dealers living only a few doors down the street. 70 year old Mildred
Winfield came out of the protection of her home to tell reporters that she
never felt safer in her own neighborhood until members of FAD came sround
to assure peace and safety with new Town Watches. She also mentioned the
streets were infinitely safer now that the drug house on the corner had
been boarded up, bringing a round of applause from the spectators giving
their supports.


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LATER


	After the crowds died off and the cameras packed up and moved away,
Julio headed over to KaliQ's house to visit with the father and his soon to
be stepson. "You organized that rally pretty quickly since the last time we
talked...!" said KaliQ, after welcoming Julio into his home.


"Some of the parents from my South Philly Branch came down to support...!"
explained Julio. "The rest was just your neighbors being fed-up with all
the wildness going on in their streets!"


"I appreciate what you did...!" said KaliQ, thinking of his son. "I'd HATE
to see Kaleb get twisted back in that gang again...! His life might've been
so much different had he never gotten involved!" he theorized. "If only I
had stayed in his life...!" he added, angry with himself.


"Kaleb isn't a bad boy..." reasoned Julio. "...he has MORE of you inside
him than you think...!" he added, getting a strange look for the father
before they both burst into laughter! "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" he
apologized, realizing how it sounded afterwards.


"It's TRUE!" agreed KaliQ, walking into the kitchen for a drink. "I've been
fucking my own SON since he's been living with me...! What could be funnier
than that...?!" Julio watched KaliQ pour himself a glass of wine, downing
it within seconds before pouring himself another one.
	It was obvious that he'd already downed several earlier, making him
already beginning to slur his speech.


"You can't keep beating yourself UP over that, KaliQ..." rationalized the
older Rican, feeling the father's torment [having gone through it himself
back in Roswell Heights]. "...what happened to Kaleb might've happened
anyway when he got older...! A guy doesn't just SLIP into being gay by
accident..., it has to have been something INSIDE him before any of this
even started!"


"Is THAT supposed to make me feel better...?" asked KaliQ, downing the
second drink. "No matter HOW you cut it, I molested MY BOY!"


"You GAVE Kaleb what he wanted..." corrected Julio, "...BEFORE he got it
from someone else on the street who loved him much less and who would
probably have really abused him!"
	KaliQ stared at Julio for a second, trying to see if he really
understood his position or was just patronizing him...? "Remember...I'M
guilty of the same thing...!" he reminded.
	KaliQ snickered...


"Yeah..., but YOU'RE not his father..., I AM!" he argued, pouring himself
yet another drink.


"You sure you want to drink that...?" asked Julio, knowing he'd already
consumed too much.
	KaliQ ignored his company as he tilted the glass up to his lips and
gulped it all down, his Adam's Apple bobbing in the process.


"You're such a reasonable man, Julio...!" said KaliQ, pouring another. "Is
THAT what L sees in you...?"


"Latrina has nothing to do with this!" said Julio, wanting to wrestle the
bottle away from KaliQ's hands.


"ah...but you're WRONG...!" laughed KaliQ, swinging around [and spilling
some of his booze onto the floor]. "She's smack dab in the MIDDLE of it
all!" he added, pulling the glass to his lips.


"Wouldn't you like to be SOBER when Kaleb comes home...?" asked Julio,
watching KaliQ make an ass of himself.


"Nope!" answered KaliQ, simply. "When my 18 year old SON comes home...,
he's gonna want me to FUCK him some more...! And I..., I need to be drunk
to do that for him...!"
	Julio sympathized, reading the pain in KaliQ's voice as a man who
deeply regretted doing what he did with his son.


"Have you TOLD Kaleb that you don't want to have sex with him anymore...?"
asked Julio curiously, knowing HE himself had to deny the boy access to his
meat [see Roswell Heights].


"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!" laughed KaliQ. "Like THAT works!" he said, stumbling
backwards. "I'll just wakeup with his mouth on my dick...! Or with him
RIDING me like a chick would! And once he gets me all worked up..."
admitted KaliQ, looking into the bottom of his empty glass. "...I...I can't
HELP myself...! He doesn't take NO for an answer...! Just like his mother!"


"What do you mean by that...?" asked Julio, unable to recall a time where
Latrina wouldn't take no for an answer.
	KaliQ hunched his shoulders, pouring himself another glass...


"L and I FUCKED a couple of weeks ago...!" he admitted, feeling guilty
about that too. "She came over with all these DOUBTS about getting married
again...and wanted to know if she was crazy for wanting to go through it
all again!"
	Julio watched with bated breath as KaliQ down his latest drink,
feeling the alcohol burn down his esophagus. "We have a long history, me
and her...!" he rambled, not noticing the anger rising on Julio's
face. "Before I knew it, we were in each other's arms, fuckin' like
teenagers in high school all over again...!"


"YOU fucked MY fiancé...?" asked Julio, balling his hands into fists...
	KaliQ looked over at the older man...


"Fucked ain't the word..." he said, too impaired to realize what he was
saying. "...she was ALL OVER ME like a horny dog...! I don't think she's
had any dick this good since we divorced!"
	Without realizing it, Julio reached back and sucker punched the 40
year old man across the face, sending KaliQ back into the refrigerator
before falling onto the floor in a daze. KaliQ felt like he'd just been hit
by a mack truck when he suddenly found himself being pummeled by more than
one fist. Something inside Julio had snapped, something that always kept
his physical anger in check. He kicked and punched the younger man until
KaliQ was lying in a heap on the floor, then [desiring revenge] reached
down and roughly yanked the man's pants down off his dark ass, exposing his
virgin bubble. Julio unfastened his pants and jacked his dick until it was
hard enough for fucking, then he grabbed a stick of margarine from the
fridge and smeared a pat over KaliQ's tight tiny pucker before aligning his
dick and ramming forward!


"AARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH...!!!" struggled KaliQ, being penetrated for the
first time as Julio's long uncut cock bore its way through him.
	Fueled by anger and resentment, Julio pushed forward until he had
all 8 inches buried up the younger man's tight ass. He could feel the
strong anus squeezing around his deeply embedded dick, trying to defend the
uncharted path as it threatened to cut his dick off. He grabbed KaliQ by
the hips [pulling him up onto his drunken knees], then began to hammer at
his backdoor as visions of KaliQ and Latrina fucking and laughing at him
behind his back played in his head.


"URRRHHHH...!! URRRHHHH...!! URRRHHHHH...!! URRRHHHHH...!!" grunted KaliQ
as he got fucked, his `juiced' up brain unable to process exactly what was
happening as his body physically shut down! Julio took full advantage of
KaliQ's stupor as he took revenge on his asshole, battering his way through
his rectal passage and slamming his own hairy pelvis into the tight firm
cheek before him! Every time KaliQ tried to get himself up off the floor,
he felt something [or someone] pushing him back down, holding him against
his will. The pain in his ass was dulled by the amount of alcohol in his
system. He was barely conscious as he got fucked, vaguely aware that he was
in such a precarious position as his ex-wife's fiancé pounded him hard
from behind!


	47 year old Julio Espisedo was the angriest he'd been since his 6
year old son [Ethan] was killed in an accidental drive-by shooting years
before! For the past 18 months or so he'd been intertwined in this family,
dealing with Kaleb's issues and KaliQ's & Latrina's dramas. Just when he
thought all the topsy-turviness was over with, did he find out that KaliQ
and Latrina were fucking behind his back! It'd been a LONG TIME since Julio
allowed another woman in his life after he and his wife divorced [they're
marriage unable to handle the weight of their son's death], believing
Latrina a woman worth the sacrifice, only to have it all blow up in his
face. The more he thought about all the long late night conversations they
had over her ex-husband [trying to mend old broken fences for Kaleb's
sake], Julio got angrier, now believing it was all done simply so Latrina
could have excuses to see KaliQ behind his back!
	Julio fucked harder, gripping tighter onto KaliQ's waist as he
pounded against the helpless black man's bubbled ass with a vengeance. He
watched his long hard 8" uncut Puerto Rican dick slam into KaliQ's black
ass, his hairy pelvis slapping into the dark curve over and over again as
he drove his prick into the drunkard's depths. Julio's fucking was as much
out of passion and anger, as it was devastation and betrayal! Not only had
he thought he found his next wife in Latrina, he also thought he'd found a
FRIEND in KaliQ, after all the drama they shared surrounding his son. Julio
had really begun to like KaliQ, and trusted him as a confidant and friend!


	Julio could feel his pending orgasm beginning to build in his balls
as he fucked. He didn't want to cum yet, he was still angry over the
betrayal and wanted to punish the black man more by butt fucking him
longer! He wanted KaliQ to awaken from his drunken state with the memory
totally intact of him taking his manhood. He wanted the ex-husband's
asshole to ache profusely for days from his beating, seeping tons of cum as
he tried to look at himself in the mirror and realize he could no longer
say he'd never had a cock up his ass!
	Julio drilled the ass as hard and deep as he could, pulling KaliQ's
muscular body back onto his dick as he thrust forward, driving further with
each stroke. His ears were rewarded with grunts and groans coming from
KaliQ every time he rammed extra hard and deep, causing a significant
amount of PAIN to charge through his body. He smiled sadistically at the
thought of taking the big man's virginity. Whenever they saw each other
they'd both know and remember THIS DAY as the day he lost his anal
virginity to another man!
	Julio could feel his orgasm starting to rise heavily in his swaying
balls. Despite not wanting to cum yet, he pounded KaliQ into the corner of
the kitchen, wedging him between the wall and the fridge as he hammered
hard as his backside. KaliQ grunted painful responses as he crawled into
the corner, trying to escape. Julio rammed all the way in, then unloaded
one of the largest climaxes of his life straight up in the black man's gut!


"AAARRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGKKK...FUCK!!!!!" he screamed as he came, bashing
his pelvic bone into KaliQ's ass to insure every ounce of his sperm entered
the man's rear end!


"AARRRHHHH...!!" grunted KaliQ, pinned in place as he had no choice but to
except the deluge flooding his sore bowels.
	Julio slumped down over KaliQ's back [keeping his cock firmly
planted balls deep] as both men lay flat against the tiled floor, unable to
move.


"Oh god..." groaned Julio after a few minutes, gaining some of his depleted
strength.
	He forced himself up as he withdrew from KaliQ's ass, his long soft
dick popping from the super tight hole like a cork from a bottle. He stared
down at KaliQ's masculine ass, unable to believe he'd just deflowered
it. Most of his anger now was gone, as he wondered exactly WHAT KaliQ's
response would be once he sobered? Julio realized KaliQ was physically
bigger and stronger than him, and could quite possibly whip his ass in a
fair fight. He suddenly found himself hoping the drunken man WOULDN'T
remember the deflowering, that all he would recall when he awakened was the
horrible headache from his hangover!
	Julio pulled up his pants and fixed his clothing before helping
KaliQ up off the floor. He physically carried the man into the living room
where he helped pull up his paints before gently lying him on the sofa to
sleep off his high. Then Julio went back into the kitchen to tidy up and
clean any evidence of their altercation, before gathering his things to
leave.


	He stood outside on KaliQ's doorstep for a moment, staring around
at the neighbors and wondering if anyone had overheard what transpired
inside the house? Across the street he could see Mr. and Mrs. Rollins
getting into the family car to run errands; he could see the mechanic [Theo
Jones] checking out his roommate's car engine with his head under the hood
as a teenage boy [Saniel] rode by on his bicycle, his sagging pants
revealing his plush ass through his tight whitey briefs as he sat on his
seat; and realized no one was paying him any extra unwanted attention. His
ordeal with KaliQ had gone completely unnoticed as he jotted down the steps
and headed for his car, heading home to discuss with Latrina her betrayal!


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LATER ON


	18 year old Kaleb Nelson was dropped off at his father's house by
his mother [after a day of shopping for his tuxedo for the wedding]. She
kissed him goodbye on the cheek, having had a good day, then drove off as
he walked up the front steps to his home.
	Kaleb used his key to open the door and walk in. He tossed his tux
[wrapped in plastic] over the inside banister, as he walked over to the
sofa to investigate his sleeping father on the sofa. He noticed his dad's
clothing a bit disheveled, then noticed the smell of alcohol on his breath
and wondered if his dad had been horny before falling asleep? Reaching
down, he began feeling the lump in his father's groin, feeling it rise and
harden under his heavy manipulations. Figuring his dad would probably enjoy
some good head in his high state, Kaleb unfastened his father's pants and
pulled his stiffened prick from his open zipper before leaning forward and
taking it in his mouth.


	KaliQ Nelson had no idea he was being blown at the moment. He
shifted in his sleep, rolling from his side onto his back as his son
followed suit, never once removing his mouth from his hardened piece. Kaleb
continued sucking as he bobbed his head over his father's groin, eating his
dick as if it were lunch.
	Loving the feel and taste of his father's penis, Kaleb undid his
own pants as he freed his raging erection and began masturbating while he
sucked. He swallowed his father's dick to the root [holding it in his mouth
and throat for several seconds] before coming up for air. KaliQ moaned
softly but continued to sleep as the mouth bobbed up and down his masterful
tool.
	Kaleb tightened his lips as he bobbed, using his spit slick tongue
to caress the long hard column as his mouth slithered up and down the
shaft. Every so often he'd lavish the head, suckling the crown and darting
his tongue into the piss-slit to taste any remnants of pre-cum. KaliQ
started to come around midway through the sucking, his heavy head lifting
up as he became aware of the sensations his dick was feeling. Touching
Kaleb, he rubbing his son's back and shoulders [affectionately], before
reaching down to cup his ass cheeks. Kaleb moaned as he sucked hard and
stroked his own dick faster. His mouth flew up and down his dad's hard
shaft as his hunger to eat his daddy's cum became consuming.


	KaliQ was still in a fog as some of his senses started to return
and awaken. He dreamt someone [Latrina?] was sucking his dick, as he
reached down and started to push his son's head further down his
shaft. Kaleb could feel his father's huge hand on the back of his head,
forcing him to take more of him into his sucking mouth. Kaleb tied to
accommodate as he sucked deeper, taking more dick into his throat. But
every time he tried to pull up, KaliQ's hand pushed him down further,
making it impossible for him to pull up far enough to breath. Kaleb began
to gag as the dickhead never left his throat, keeping his throat open at
all times.
	KaliQ pushed the head down further as his dick bricked harder. He
was lost somewhere between dream and reality as he fucked while half
asleep, not yet fully aware of his actions. Kaleb didn't want to stop his
father from fucking his face, so he simply endured the heavy hand thrusting
his head down into his lap. He choked and gagged more and more often,
unable to relax as the dick pounded at the back of his throat. KaliQ
grabbed his son's head with both hands like a basketball, then started to
pound his face into his groin, fucking him fully charged. Kaleb whacked as
his dick like a madman as his father fucked his face. He could feel the
older man's prick swell and stiffen between his lips as his mouth stayed
bobbing about the base, moving no more than an inch or more up from the
groin.
	KaliQ threw his head back into the sofa cushions as he thrust up
into his son's throat, planting his dick somewhere midway in his esophagus.


"UURRRHHHHHHH!!" he grunted, coming hard as his dick suddenly started
spitting thick clots of hot cum directly down Kaleb's throat.


"gguuaaakkkk..!!" gagged Kaleb, shooting his own cum load all over the sofa
base and floor at the same time, feeling his father unload down his
throat. The cum spurted from his father's prick in rapid succession,
pouring into him like a water spout, straight into his stomach.
	KaliQ ground his son's face down in his groin as he came, shooting
his entire load inside the tight confines of his throat. It wasn't until
his orgasm was over that KaliQ finally released his son's head, then fell
back onto the sofa asleep, snoring as if he'd never awakened.
	Kaleb pulled back to gasp for breath, gently cleaned his father's
spit wet dick with his mouth, eating the last of his oozing cum from the
piss-slit before tucking his softening morsel and leaving him to rest!


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ELSEWHERE


	With one of DMoney's most popular drug houses suddenly shut down,
the surviving Dealers left behind had to find another places to hold up
shop. Fortunately there were always addicts willing to put up their homes
for free drugs, giving dealers more opportunities to swindle home owners
out of their properties.
	Money had no shortage of drug houses inherited to him by Whinny
[The POOH] Graham. Marvin Shane, Bling, Will, Diamond [detective Ramone],
Makal [Malik], and other lesser known dealers were sent to other area drug
houses and/or corners to work until the heat fell off. It was Tyrone's job
[as Money's new right hand man] to insure the money continued to flow
properly despite the setbacks. He oversaw everything, not bothering Money
with the `little things'.


"Tell Malik I said `thanks' for the save!" said older sibling Marvin
Rollins, after narrowly messing being arrested the day of the raid.


"Wasn't Malik," said Tyrone, as the brothers bypassed each other during the
day. "I overheard him talking to his partner about it at home! Malik
couldn't care less if you got arrested or not!"


"Whateva!" responded Marvin, believing his little brother still jealous of
his prior relationship with Malik before they got together. "I'm sho' he
made SURE you overheard `em, whether you wanna admit it or not!" added the
older brother before moving on, giving his younger brother something to
think about.
	For hours Tyrone Rollins worked with that thought dancing about in
the back of his head. Sure his current lover [detective Malik Jones] had a
tumultuous relationship with his brother at best! Malik was always bailing
Marvin out of a jam. But that was BEFORE he and Malik hooked up. By the
time Tyrone and Malik started dating, Malik had kicked Marvin to the curb,
having wanting nothing more to do with him. However, Tyrone was finding it
awfully convenient that he overheard classified details about a drug raid
involving his brother so easily. Had Malik orchestrated the entire incident
so Marvin could get a safe distance? Was he counting on him overhearing so
he would go back and warn his brother? Why would Malik give a shit if
Marvin got re-arrested unless he was still harboring feelings for him?
Tyrone wasn't sure about how he felt about the idea. He certainly didn't
like being used as a puppet. If Malik wanted to be with Marvin, all he
needed to do was say so.
	He sat in DMoney's tented Hummer, sitting outside Precinct-23 where
Malik worked, trying to make up his mind whether he should say something to
him about it NOW while it was plaguing his mind, or later tonight when they
were home relaxing? For some reason he couldn't just let it go. If he was
being played by Malik and his brother, he wanted to know
beforehand. Calling Malik on his cell phone, he told his BF that he was
sitting outside waiting for him. Minutes later officer Malik walked out the
front door of the Precinct, then jotted over to the huge black Hummer
parked across the street.


"The PERKS of working for a businessman, eh?" he laughed, as he climbed
into the passenger's seat. "What's up baby? You KNOW I don't get off work
for a few more hours!" he said before leaning over to give Tyrone a loving
kiss on the lips.
	Tyrone felt his dick stir in his pants when their lips met. He
still had deep feelings for Malik, and sincerely hoped he wasn't chumping
himself by being too sensitive.


"I hadda lil' talk with my brother today," he started, staring Malik over
to study his body language. "he wanted me to THANK you for the warnin'!"


"What warning?" asked Malik.
	Tyrone shifted.


"Marvin thinks you allowed me to overhear you talking to Maleece about the
raid at his drug house so I'd WARN him in advance," he explained. "but
that's crazy, right? You ain't know I heard you and Mal talkin', right?"


"Of course not!" answered Malik, looking surprised by the whole
conversation. "If I DID do such a thing, I could be in trouble for
compromising an investigation! Do you think I'd put my career at stake for
Marvin?"


"Well," said Tyrone, thinking it through. "you DID quit the Force once
before to follow him Into the prison," he recalled. "at least that's how
MARVIN fell it!"
	Malik sighed!


"I was torn up back then!" he explained. "Marvin was my RAPIST! I couldn't
understand the gravity that kept pulling us together back then, but I
learned through my several sessions with a psychologist that I had become
emotionally attached to Marvin because he awakened a sexual side of me I
never knew existed! Every time with him was like reliving the first rape,
which I'd orgasmed from! I didn't leave the police force to be with Marvin
because I wanted to, I NEEDED to, in order to have him continue to feed me
that physical authority I'd become attracted to! But once I realized what
keep me going back to be misused and humiliated, I stopped! We're not
together anymore! Marvin's NOT my focus anymore, YOU are!"


"I know, I know!" said Tyrone, feeling like a fool for bringing it up in
the first place. "I'm sorry I said anything!" he added, hoping Malik wasn't
pissed to learn he'd told his brother about the raid.


"It's okay." said Malik. "But you LIVE with 3 police officers, you're bound
to overhear certain things we talk about! You CAN'T go outside the house to
discuss these things with anyone from your past criminal life! If it gets
traced back to me or Maleece, we could lose our jobs!"


"I understand, baby!" agreed Tyrone. "It won't happen again!"


"I understand Marvin's your brother," reasoned Malik. "I might've done the
same thing if it were MY brother! But we have to have limits!"


"I agree!" said Tyrone, leaning over to kiss again. "Forgive me?"


"Of course I do!" smiled Malik.
	Tyrone ran his wet tongue over Malik's soft lips as they kissed.


"We got time for a quickie?" he asked, his dick rising under his zipper.
	Malik looked down at the lump forming!


"Tonight! Definitely!" he promised, before getting out of the car to return
to work, watching as Tyrone took off down the street driving DMoney's ride!
	Malik HATED having to use Tyrone the way he did, but he couldn't
just come straight out and TELL him about the raid without putting his job
in jeopardy!


	Tyrone drove back to West Philly to pick DMoney up at one of his
legitimate businesses, driving him back home while informing him about the
activities of the day. Monies flowed as usual, with carriers sending it to
the proper channels. DMoney was satisfied that his operations were going on
as scheduled, while his legit businesses also flourished, bringing he and
his wife personal dividends. He couldn't help feeling like Sean Puffy Combs
with all of his irons in the fire.


"Dedra's gonna be runnin' late with the nanny," he said, as Tyrone pulled
in front of his renovated house [which were 2 row homes converted into
one]. "wanna come in?"
	Tyrone hesitated, knowing what that meant. He had been anticipating
a big night with Malik at home, wanting to fortify their relationship by
making love all night long! With Money stealing most of his ball juice,
there wouldn't be much left to flood Malik with!


"Yeah!" he answered, not wanting to disappoint the boss.
	He and Money got out of the Hummer, then jotted up the steps to
Money's fortress. Instead of heading upstairs to one of the bedrooms [where
there was a better chance of them getting caught by Money's wife], they
decided upon the furnished basement, which had a secret room hidden behind
a wall in case of a police raid or other unwanted company. There was a
small apartment hidden inside with a full bathroom [incl shower], kitchen,
and living room set with a large pull out bed.
	Money started to undress as soon as they were secure, leaving out
any romance or foreplay. Tyrone followed suit, knowing time was of the
essence. He stared at Money's sumptuous ass to get aroused, knowing his
washboard abs, muscles, and thick dick would be something of a
turnoff. Money motioned for Tyrone to take a seat of the sofa as he sat
down next to him. They both fumbled with each other's growing erections,
with Money breaking the ice and leaning over to lick and suckle Tyrone's
nipples. Tyrone slouched down in his seat as he submitted, feeling Money's
warm tongue wash over his chest as they stroked each other's meats in their
hands. After a few minutes Money kissed his way down Tyrone's hard abs
towards his dick. Tyrone's prick lurched in Money's hand as he aimed the
head at his mouth then began swabbing it with his swirling tongue. Tyrone
was just getting used to the feeling of the wet tongue when Money suddenly
took his dick into his mouth, then dropped his head in his lap, swallowing
him whole with one gulp.


"Oh shit," gasped Tyrone, resting his head back against the sofa. "I ain't
neva gonna get used to you doin' that shit!" he admitted, taken aback by
the boss's dick sucking knowledge.
	Money laughed as he pulled back up.


"POOH made sure one'a my punishments for stealin' money from `em was to
learn how to deep throat his big ass dick!" he informed. "Neva thought I'd
miss that mofo til his ass was killed! Now I kinda got these skillz with
nobody but YOU to practice `em on!"


"My dick's available wheneva you want it!" said Tyrone [sincerely], feeling
lusty after the deep throating.


"That's good to know!" smiled Money, going back down on Tyrone's dick.
	Tyrone laid back against the sofa as Money buried his face in his
groin, swallowing his 8.5" prick to the root. Tyrone had had his dick
throated before [Malik was an excellent dick sucker], but there was a
difference between getting his dick sucked by someone he fully expected was
a dickpert, and someone who completely took him by surprise. To look at
DMoney [with all of his street credibility and swagger], one would NEVER
know he had the skills of someone who sucked dick on a regular basis. There
was something hot and exciting about having his dick sucked by someone like
that, some sacred brotherhood that no one knew existed by he and DMoney.
	Money held Tyrone's stiff dick in his throat for a minute [feeling
it pulse and throb] before pulling back and dragging his lips up the
swollen shaft. He suckled the head for a few seconds before going back
down, enjoying the feel of his manly meat between his lips as Tyrone gasped
and groaned with excitement.


"Damn!" he sighed as he dick was sucked with the same expertise as at home,
however when he looked at Money he saw a mirror image of himself. Anyone
looking at the two men on the street would think they were related. Tyrone
found himself admiring Money and his many accomplishments far more than he
realized.
	Money ran his mouth up and down the hard shaft for a few minutes,
getting it good and wet for his ass. He pulled off after about 10 minutes
of suction, licking his way back up Ty's body until they were
kissing. Tyrone felt his boss's lips against his own, the firmness, command
and power a bit more than he expected. He was unsure who was kissing who?
Money leaned back down against the sofa cushions, pulling Tyrone down on
top of him as their lips remained locked together as Money opened and
spread his legs, allowing Ty to lie in-between.
	Hard dicks rubbed against each other as Tyrone ground into Money's
groin. Money's tongue entered his mouth as they began feasting each other's
oral muscles. Money lifted and raised his legs as he pushed Tyrone's head
down his body. Tyrone began kissing his way down Money's chest and across
his stomach, licking at his hard dick on route to his ass. Hooking his
hands behind Money's calves, he hoisted his legs higher in the air before
going down on his ass.


"Yeah!" moaned Money, feeling Ty's tongue washing over his clean
shitter. Tyrone painted his asshole wet with a series of licks, eating it
as he would an ice cream cone. Money was able to look up and watch Tyrone
eat his manhole, watching his facial expressions as he tasted his boss's
hole and lavished it in spit.


"Get it good and wet!" encouraged Money, loving the way it felt. Tyrone
darted his tongue in and out of the hole, prepping it thoroughly. Only
after he was sure Money was ready, did he lower the drug lord's legs
halfway and slap his dick against his spit wet ass crack. Aiming the head
against the hole, he pushed in gently, feeling the boss's resisting anus
tighten and relax before flowering open, allowing him to slide inside.


"Oooohhhh fuck!" moaned Tyrone, loving how tight Money's ass was.
	Money made sure to grip the dick tightly on purpose as it slid into
him. He loved the sounds Tyrone made when his dick squeezed into his
body. He watched as Tyrone ground against him [with closed eyes], savoring
the feeling as the anal muscles clamping around him.


"Damn, yur tight!" he whispered, falling into stilt position over Money's
prone torso.


"Can't run an underground organization with a loose asshole," laughed
Money. "I ain't Kane!"


"Not by a long shot!" agreed Tyrone [having fucked both], pulling back as
he began fucking. Money's asshole squeezed and massaged his dick in ways
Malik's hole didn't. It was the difference between fucking an 18 year old
virgin on her wedding night, verses fucking the mother of multiple
children. While the emotional attachment wasn't there with DMoney, the
tightness of his anus certainly made up for much of it. Tyrone couldn't
help thrusting through as he set up a steady fuck pace, dipping in and out
of the gripping hole as it sucked and choked his manhood with a vice like
grip.
	Money could feel Tyrone's dick moving through his rectum, sliding
back and forth with a steady stroke. He couldn't help grabbing his own
raging erection as he began to stroke in unison. Closing his eyes, he
enjoyed the erotic rhythm sliding through his body as he jacked himself in
perfect time. Tyrone hovered over top [in pushup position], his arms
stretched out on either side of Money's prone body as he majestically moved
his hips back and forth.
	For 15 minutes they fucked in that position, ignoring Money's cell
phone which rang in his pants pocket on the floor. Changing positions,
Tyrone got on his knees and pulled out as Money wrestled around on his
stomach. Spreading his legs, he arched his back to make a grand target for
Tyrone who leaned in over him and slipped back in, resuming where they left
off.


`Kobe was an IDIOT to fuck up this deal!' –thought Tyrone, lying across
Money's muscular back as he began humping into him. He could alternated
watching his dick disappear up the boss's backside, or kissing the back of
Money's neck and shoulders as he fucked.
	Money ground his hard-on against the sofa cushions as he
surrendered his asshole. He loved the feel of Tyrone's sword slicing
through him, knowing his prick wasn't as big and thick as POOH'S, leaving
little chance that he would stretch his hole too wide as POOH'S monster
dong threatened to do. Tyrone lay down directly over Money's back, resting
his chest to his shoulder blades as he continued to hump and fuck.


"I ain't gonna be able to last much longer!" he warned, knowing Money's
hole was winning the fight. Money clamped his hole tighter, causing Tyrone
to gasp aloud as he started to fuck harder. "Shit man, you TRYIN' to make
me cum right now, aint'cha?" he asked, knowing he was reaching his boiling
point.


"Dedra's callin'!" reasoned Money, knowing they had to cut the session
short.
	Tyrone suddenly found himself hating to have to end it, as he
picked up the pace and began slapping his pelvic bone into Money's
ass. Money grunted softly as Ty's hips beat into him repeatedly, driving
his manhood man home with every stroke. He could hear Tyrone's breathing
starting to labor as they fucked. He pushed his muscular ass back onto the
bone, milking the shaft by flexing his hole around the shaft.


"Uhhh!" groaned Tyrone, unable to withstand anymore pressure as he plunged
in one last time and held himself balls deep! Money could feel Ty's
straining dick pulsing inside him, just before it plumped and swelled, then
started spitting hot gobs of sperm into his colon.


"AARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" yelled Tyrone, unable to hold back his passion,
bucking and grinding as if on a wild carnival ride.


"Yeah nigga, gimme that nut man!" whispered Money, lifting his head and
torso as his face rose next to Ty's. Rubbing stubble cheeks, their lips
brushed together before Tyrone passionately gripped Money in his arms [from
behind], and jammed his tongue into his mouth!
	Money could feel his own dick throbbing in-between the cushions,
threatening to burst at any moment. Luckily he was able to hold off from
spilling his load, wanting to save it for his wife's pussy later
tonight. Tyrone felt his orgasm subsiding as he removed his tongue from
Money's mouth, then slowly started to withdraw.


	The two men dressed in total silence, neither acknowledging the
passions just exchanged between them. Once dressed, they gave street corner
half-hugs before hitting the exit. Money walked Tyrone to the front door
[discussing things they needed to do tomorrow], before watching him drive
off. His asshole was feeling wet and well fucked as he prepared to go
inside. Noticing his wife's car parked out front, he decided to slip
upstairs to give her some of that nut he deprived himself from shooting
earlier.
	When Money got to the stop of the stairs, he noticed the familiar
sound of Dedra moaning in ecstasy, as if having an impromptu orgasm. He
pulled his gun from a specially tailored place in his clothing [in case
patted down by police], then burst into his bedroom expecting to see Dedra
with a MAN!


"MONEY!" yelled Dedra in surprise as she jumped up from the bed, her female
assistant's head between her legs!
	Money laughed as he lowered the gun. Both women looked somewhat
frightened, unsure how the man would react to seeing them in bed
together. But Money simply sat the gun aside, then started to undo his
clothes.


"The more the merrier!" he said, joining the women in bed!



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