THE DISTRICT-12 CONFESSIONS
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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MANAYUNK
31 yr old Ramone Davenport took a deep breath after parking outside his boyfriend's condo at The River-View Apartment in Manayank. Ramone had been nervous before entering McConnell's home before (the first time they met privately, after their first argument, after breaking up, etc), but this was the first time GUILT also played a role in his nerves.
Ramone couldn't get the image of letting his narcotic's partner (Malik Jones) suck his dick during an undercover investigation out of his mind, every time he thought of it, he felt guilty all over again for getting aroused. And not ONLY did he allow Malik (his BFs ex-boyfriend), he also allowed one of the drug dealers to eat his ass.
Ramone sat in his car for several minutes, waiting until he had the heart to face McConnell. He loved and respected the older man (his former boss) so much, he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship.
INSIDE
52 yr old Philadelphia Mayoral Candidate David L. McConnell pulled lasagna out of the oven, and placed it on the dinner table with a bowl of salad, a red wine, and baked garlic bread sticks. He looked at his watch (wondering what was taking Ramone so long?), when the front door opened...
"Hey baby..." he smiled, crossing the room to greet his younger lover.
"Smells good in here...!" said Ramone, closing the door behind him as McConnell kissed him on the lips and gave him a welcoming hug.
"Dinner's on the table, unless you want to go into the bathroom to freshen up first...?" offered McConnell, giving an option. "I could always reheat the food..."
"No...no, I'm good..." said Ramone, wanting to get it over with. "...let's eat...!"
"Okay..." said McConnell, a little put off by Ramone's lack of interest. He led the man over to the table, then parked him a seat while fixing his salad. "How was work...?" he asked casually, making simple conversation...
"Work...?" questioned Ramone, watching as McConnell used serving utensils to transfer his salad. "uh...work was fine..." he said, not sure what else he could say without sounding suspicious.
"How was Malik...?" asked McConnell, setting Ramone's salad bowl in front of him, along with a dressing.
"Malik...?" questioned Ramone, his face looking as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"Yeah..." answered McConnell, surprised by Ramone's reaction. "...you said you were both working together for the first time, on an undercover job...? How'd it go...?"
"Oh..., it's ongoing..." said Ramone, "...I can't discuss it...!" he added, surprising McConnell again.
"Okay..." said McConnell, making his own salad plate.
"I need to wash my hands...!" said Ramone suddenly, jumping up from his seat as he headed into the kitchen.
Turning on the water, he stood at the sink for a second, catching his breath. When McConnell came in behind him, he immediately straightened up and began washing his hands with the soft soap liquid on the drain.
"Is everything alright...?" asked McConnell, unable to ignore the strange way his lover was acting.
Ramone took a deep breath after rinsing his hands...
"I fucked up, David..." he said, slumping his head in shame.
McConnell readied himself for the worst...
"What happened...?" he asked, his mind wandering...
Ramone shut off the water and leaned back against the countertop...
"Malik and I were posing as drug dealers so we could get in close with the drug house in north Philly, hoping to get a lead in on this new street drug that's been circulating...!" he explained, having McConnell's complete attention. "We'd found a dealer who was willing to get us IN on the inside, provided we erase his previous charges and let him walk from the busts..." he added, stalling. "We were sitting around talking shit, when another dealer came in who KNEW Malik...!" McConnell suddenly looked concerned... "He bragged about how he used to bang Malik in the past, so the Hose Head told us all to run a train on him..., to prove he was loyal to the House...!"
"So you...FUCKED Malik...?" asked McConnell, curiously.
"NO..." answered Ramone, defensively. "...I only got HEAD..." he added, hoping it would mean less.
"You got HEAD from Malik...?!" asked McConnell, getting a nervous nod of conformation from Ramone.
"It...it wasn't like I went in there LOOKING for it..." he defended, "...it just kinda happened...! There were other factors involved, and...we did what he NEEDED to do...!" he explained.
McConnell thought for a minute, his eyes focused on the floor as he thought about his boyfriend and his EX...
"Okay..." he said, accepting it. Ramone looked completely shocked that McConnell accepted the news as quickly as he did. "...you had no choice, right...? I mean, if you refused, you could've BOTH blown your covers, correct...?"
"Right." answered the detective.
"So how couldn't I be alright with it...?" asked McConnell, "So long as YOU and Malik are safe..., that's all that matters...!"
"Thanks David..." smiled Ramone, happy to have gotten it all off his chest. "...I LOVE you so much, man...!" he added with a meaningful hug.
"I love you too!" said McConnell, wrapping his arms about Ramone's waist. "What about Marvin...?" he asked all of a suddenly, causing Ramone to break hug. "Marvin WAS the drug dealer who knew Malik from before, right...? Did HE and you do anything I need to know about...?" he asked...
"uh..." responded Ramone...
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ROSWELL HEIGHTS North Philly
17 year old Todd Meriwether came home from school with his book bag hanging over his left shoulder. He immediately saw his best friend (Jerome Jr) making an open drug exchange with a idle car, one of the many drive-thrus they see in a day.
Junior stuffed the money in his pocket, then handed the buyer a vale of something before pulling off. When Junior saw Todd walking up, he waved, as Todd dropped his head and pretended not to see him.
Todd took the elevator in A-Building up to the 10th floor where he lived, then entered his apartment, knowing his mother wouldn't be home yet. He tossed his school bag on the floor, then made his way into the kitchen for something cold to drink. He turned on the tube to watch his favorite cartoon, then headed into his bedroom to change from his school clothes.
He'd stripped off his pants, shoes, and shirt, and threw on some sweats and a tee when he heard a knock at the door. Checking his cell phone for messages, he opened the door, not realy expecting to see anyone...
"Sup T...? Can I come in?" asked Junior, standing in the hall.
"uh..., my mom's not here yet..." informed Todd (ready to deny his friend's request), when he suddenly remembered Junior had been over his house hundreds of times while his mom was at work...! "...yeah, sure...come in...!" he offered, stepping aside.
"I spoke to you outside..." said Junior, passing his friend as he closed the door behind them. "...you ain't SEE me...?" he asked, knowing he had.
"Naw..." answered Todd, following Junior into the living room where they took seats opposite one another. "Shouldn't you be outside selling your street crack to the weak and adherent...?" he asked, wondering WHY the visit? "You sure Kane ain't gonna come in here looking for you...?
"It ain't like that...!" laughed Junior, shooting down the belief that they can't leave the street corner without being punished. "When you didn't wave back, I thought you were MAD at me about something...?" he asked, fishing. "Is there a problem between us that I don't know about...?"
"You're kidding, right...?" asked Todd, sounding disturbed.
"Naw..." responded Junior, completely in the dark. "...if I did something let me know...!"
"Well, for starters you drop out of high school to become a drug dealer...!" answered Todd, having held back his feeling for a long time. "Do you have ANY IDEA how much damage that does to our community...? We already have a shortage of positive role models out here, and then YOU drop out and ADD to the ciaos!"
"Bur..., what's my not going to school or being a drug dealer got to do with OUR friendship...? I'm the SAME dude...!" asked Junior, not seeing the connection. "I mean..., I understand your argument that I MIGHT BE adding to the drama out there..., but if I don't do it, some other nigga's would...! And WHY shouldn't I be the one to get that easy money...?"
"Cause it comes with a PRICE...!" answered Todd. "It's happening already...! You used to get GOOD grades in school...! Last year we were both talking about maybe going to the same college..., and NOW you not even in school anymore...!" explained his friend. "You talk about being the same person..., but the Junior I knew wouldn't sell drugs to benefit off of other people's miseries...! The Junior I knew, would have JOINED `Father's Against Drugs' with me, and tried to help get people OFF drugs and dependences, not keep them ON them...!"
"My dad lost his job last year..., and my sister had a baby with a dude I can't even STAND...!" explained Junior.
"My dad's in PRISON!" argued Todd, telling Junior that's not reason enough to turn bad.
Junior got angry...
"I'm the ONLY ONE in my family making money right now...!" he yelled, aggressively. "My mom's on welfare...! My dad's some drug dealer's BITCH, and everybody in the hood knows it! If it wasn't for what I make on the street..., we wouldn't be able to pay the fucking rent! So don't sit there and TELL ME we're both in the same boat...! Cuz YOUR MOM works TWO JOBS to support your ass!" he concluded, jumping up from his seat to hit the door.
"Junior..." called Todd, feeling bad for what he said, but Junior kept walking, not wanting Todd to see the water swelling in his eyes...
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NORTH PHILLY
Police Detectives Malik Jones and his (regular) partner Maleece Cortez sat in their favorite after work cop bar' and kicked back a couple of good ones to unwind. The NEWS replayed coverage of Precinct-23's newest police captain (Bernard Wilson) and his taped live' news conference commending officers Jake Valentine and Elliott McConnell for their daring rescue of an armored car heist about week ago. Reporters told of a FLOOD of marriage proposals coming into the Precinct after pictures of the two single officers were aired. Captain Wilson went on Air asking women to stop sending letters into the Station, and instead send emails to the officer's Facebook accounts.
Of everyone in the bar, Malik and Maleece had the biggest laughs...
"IF those women ONLY KNEW...!" laughed Maleece (Valentine's lover), "...Jake ain't had a sniff of good pussy in over 3 years...! In fact, he IS good pussy!" he added with a chuckle.
"And from what I've heard about Elliott, I believe a LIKEWISE is in order!" joined Malik, after what McConnell (Elliott's father) told him about his son being a `frat whore' in college (The Precinct chap-20).
"If it wasn't for US going back to get the squad-car they LEFT BEHIND in an alleyway after getting kidnapped by the hijackers..., it would be a WHOLE DIFFERENT story!" recalled Maleece (referring to events which happened back in chapter-5).
"Yeah..." agreed Malik, half wasted. "...not to mention having the 2 gunmen SHOOT themselves during an argument...!" he recollected. "Talk about LUCK! These guys were about as responsible for stopping that heist as WE were...! And WE weren't even there!"
"So..., McConnell's son's gay, too...?" asked Maleece, tossing back a beer as he looked to Malik to answer. "Is it in the genes...?"
"I guess..." said Malik, "...I think he's bisexual like his dad..., but I'm not sure...!"
"Seems to be A LOT of that going around..." said Maleece, more to himself than his partner.
Malik watched as Maleece turned his beer up to his lips. A woman was walking by at the very moment, and Malik could see her checking him out with a flirtatious smile...
"Do you ever think YOU'D go back to dating women exclusively...?" asked Malik, curiously.
Maleece paused, as if taking a still picture...
"I don't know..." he said honestly, before setting his nearly empty beer bottle down on the table. "I THINK about it often enough..." he admitted. "...every time I see a cute girl..., or a couple with a baby..." he daydreamed...
"What about Jake...?" asked Malik. "Are you tired of being in a monogamous GAY relationship...?" he inquired.
"The sex ain't as HOT as it used to be..." said Maleece, straight off. "...and I find myself wanting to experiment more, while Jake just seems content being the bottom...!"
"So YOU want to bottom more...?" asked Malik.
"I would like some more variety..." answered Maleece. "...I mean..., STRAIGHT couples have no choice but to be top and bottom..., WE both have the same thing, WHY'r we limiting ourselves by only being one OR the other...?" he asked. "When YOU were gay..." he continued, realizing his statement didn't sound politically correct enough. "...I mean when YOU messed around with guys, YOU were verse, right...? You didn't just bottom or top all the time, did you...?"
Malik thought to himself...
"Well..." he said, taking a much needed drink. "...my situation was a little different..." he admitted. "...I was raped by my aggressor..., then we became lovers...! So yeah, I mostly bottomed...!"
"But you fucked ME...!" reminded Maleece (back in chap-79, pt-3 of The HOLE). "YOU helped break me in when those Prison Plantation slave masters were talking about selling us to the highest bidder...!" he recalled, still having emotional feelings about that day. "I still remember some of those things they did to us..., and how you helped me keep my cool about it all...!"
"You STILL having nightmares about that...?" asked Malik, knowing how traumatic it all was for Maleece.
"Not really..." said the Puerto-rican detective, staring at the last gulp of beer in the bottom of his bottle, as if in deep thought. "...but there's just SOME STUFF that happens to you that you just can't change...!" he surmised, thoughtfully. "Stuff you WISH you could take back, but that's sorta changed your life forever, you know...?"
"Yeah..." said Malik, looking at his own empty beer bottle and thinking of how Marvin Rollins changed his life forever... "...I know..."
Maleece looked over at his partner...
"DO you...?" he asked, causing Malik to look back over at him. "DO you really...?"
"Yes..." answered Malik, feeling Maleece's pain, "...the things Marvin did to me took me for a LOOP...! I mean..., BEFORE him I had a normal sex life...! A black book FULL of girl's names...! I fucked at least 3 different women a week...! Then Marvin came and my whole world went south! If it wasn't for the police psychiatrist, I'd be a lot MORE fucked up than I am now!"
"A psychiatrist can't help me with THESE thoughts...!" said Maleece, blowing off Malik's suggestion.
"You never know..." said Malik, advocating mental health. "...I didn't want to go until David MADE me...! Then it was the best thing that ever happened to me...! I learned a lot about myself! And believe me, they're SWORN to secrecy...!" he assured, believing Maleece was worried people might find out.
"That's NOT my problem..." said Maleece, still holding the last mouthful of beer in his bottle. "...I'm not confused or denying my sexuality, anymore...!"
"Then what IS your problem...?" asked Malik, curiously.
Maleece chose THAT moment to finish off his beer, gulping down the last mouthful before slamming the base back down on the table and motioning to the waitress to bring another round.
Maeece made Malik wait until the waitress got the beers from the bartender, then placed them on their table and removed their old empty bottles... "Well...?" asked Malik, growing impatient as Maleece started guzzling the new beer.
"I've been thinking about this a lot, lately..." confessed Maleece, gathering his courage. "...and I... can't get the thought of YOU fucking me out of my head...!" he admitted, unable to look at his partner in the eye. "I get erections every time I think of it..." he continued, catching Malik completely off guard. "I've even had..." he blushed, laughing at himself with embarrassment. "..I've even had WET DREAMS about it...!" he chuckled, his eyes towards the floor.
Malik was flabbergasted.
"Well..." he thought aloud, trying to figure out what it all means... "...that's only natural to dream about those type of things after a traumatic ordeal like that...! We were facing possible DEATH if they found out we were working undercover..." explained Malik, looking for answers. "Have you discussed this with Jake...?" he asked, wondering how his lover felt about it? "Does HE know what you're having feelings about...?"
"Yes...no..." answered Maleece, obviously frustrated by it all. "We've TALKED about being more versatile in our relationship..." he explained, sitting back in his seat. "...but Jake's a natural bottom..., he doesn't feel comfortable unless he's on the bottom getting dicked down...!"
"I see..." said Malik, taking a drink.
"I mean..., that's the whole reason WHY I started seeing Tony in the first place...!" confessed Maleece.
"Tony...?" questioned Malik, trying to recall... "Tony Vinchelli...?"
"Yeah..." answered Maleece (referring to a character Maleece cheated with from The Precinct series). "...that whole scene practically blew up in my face...!" he said, regrettably. "I made a lot of mistakes...!"
"Like getting involved with that crazy ass Chad Bradley...?" recalled Malik.
"Don't remind me!" signed Maleece, holding his forehead as if a migraine were coming on. "That Occult shit was whack!"
"Never know WHAT you're going to run into at a sex club!" joked Malik.
"Fuck you, buddy! Like YOUR life is perfect!" snapped Maleece, sarcastically. "So if I asked you to DO something for me..., would you...?" asked Maleece, staring at his partner.
"Of course...!" answered Malik (no brainer).
Maleece turned his bottle up, finishing over half the bottle...
"I...want you to FUCK ME like you did at the Plantation...!"
Malik pushed his drink aside, figuring it was hallucinating.
"What did you say...?" he asked, unsure he heard correctly.
Maleece laughed...
"You gonna make me repeat it...?" he asked, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "I wanna see what it FEELS like again..." he explained, feeling like a horny teenager asking the prom queen to show him the sexual ropes. "...and sine WE already sort of have a history..., I mean..., we already DID IT once..., why can't we repeat it...?"
"uh..., cause maybe I'm in a monogamous STRAIGHT relationship now...?" answered Malik. "Or TRYING to be, more or less..."
"You've already told me you still fuck around with Marvin..., whether voluntary or not...yall still DOING it!" argued Maleece, looking at Malik suspiciously... "Unless..., you're just a bottom...?"
"Excuse me...?" asked Malik, feeling slightly insulted.
"I've never heard you mention fucking anybody except me..." reasoned Maleece, recalling all the stories where Marvin fucked Malik. "...maybe you're MORE comfortable bottoming...? There's nothing wrong with it, of course..." added Maleece, egging Malik. "...but maybe I ought to look for someone with a lil' more SWAG...? What's Marvin's number...?" he joked.
Malik chuckled...
"You couldn't handle Marvin...!" he informed, knowing it took quite a few encounters to master what he knows already. "You need BABY steps!"
"Alright..." conceded Maleece, "...so teach me, baby...?" he smiled, giving his best sexy c'mon.
Malik laughed as he shook his head, knowing this was a BAD idea for their friendship...
"Okay..." he said, wanting Maleece as a notch on his belt. "...when and where...?" he asked. "It's not like either of us lives alone...!"
"We could do it in the car..." suggested Maleece, getting a frown from Malik.
"Naw..." he dejected without much thought. "...you need to be opened up properly..." he informed, thinking of the way he wanted it to transpire. "...we need a full sized BED, and no interruptions...!"
Maleece felt his dick stir...
"We could rent a room...?" he suggested, knowing he'd have to come up with a reason for coming home late to Jake.
"Okay..." agreed Malik. "...let's set it up!"
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MANAYUNK
David McConnell accepted Ramone's story of getting head from Malik while getting his ass eaten by Marvin Rollins (last chap). Of course he warned Ramone that "wetting Marvin's appetite is dangerous..., he's a rapist...!"
"I think I could handle myself against Marvin...!" laughed Ramone, no slough in the physical department himself (6'4, 185 muscular pounds).
"Don't underestimate him..." suggested McConnell, knowing his history better. "...he's an ex-convict who KNOWS how to handle himself behind bars...! Getting caught with him alone..., OR with one of his rape buddies, could find yourself in hot water...!"
"How much of this concern is for my safety..." asked Ramone over dinner, "...and how much is just cuz you're afraid YOU might not be the only man to tap this ass...?" he joked. "You afraid I might get turned out like our friend, Malik...?" he asked, touching on a secret nerve of McConnell's. "Don't worry..." he assured. "...I'd never give up a hottie like YOU for a bull like him!"
"Famous last words...!" joked McConnell, knowing there was some truth behind those words.
"You're really concerned, eh...?" asked Ramone, seeing behind the pleasant mask McConnell wore for his benefit. "You're REALLY concerned I might get fucked by this `Marvin' guy...?"
"It's happened before..." said McConnell.
"Not to me...!" responded Ramone.
"Have we forgot Kane...?" reminded Mc, causing a chill to run up Ramone's spine. McConnell hated bringing the situation up, but Ramone needed reminding of his past. "Remember how you came to me with a heavy secret you needed to bare...?" he continued, watching Ramone's facial expression steel.
"It wasn't rape..." he responded, recalling how Kane seduced him into getting fucked.
"No...it wasn't..." said McConnell, emphasizing his point. "...curiosity, AND the homo thug lifestyle got to you...! I'm just warning you that the same could happen here...!"
Ramone had no rebuttal as he realized what McConnell meant. He walked right into that trap, with McConnell seeing there was some curiosity with his encounter with Marvin. Ramone certainly DID enjoy the ass attention Marvin gave him, and came faster (prematurely) when Marvin pulled his hips down and shoved his tongue up his ass. While Ramone wasn't sure he wanted to go as far as letting Marvin fuck him, --letting the ex-convict eat his ass again was a definitely possibility!
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ROSWELL HEIGHTS
17 year old Todd Meriwether took the elevator down to the ground floor to look for his friend. When he didn't see Junior downstairs, he took the elevator up to the 6th floor where Junior lived with his parents, and asked if they'd seen him. Rose (Junior's sister) said no' while holding and bottle feeding her baby. Todd took a moment to admire the child, then took the elevator to the roof, where he found Junior sulking in the High Voltage' storage shed the resident teens turned into a crash pad.
"J..." he said, as Junior sat on a crate eyeballing all the debris and used condoms littering the area. "...what you doing up here by yourself...?"
"Nothing." answered the teen.
"I didn't mean what I said..." apologized Todd, knowing he'd upset his friend. "...I didn't mean to make you feel any certain way...!"
"It's cool..." said Junior, having sucked up his tears. "...it IS what it IS, right?"
"Don't DO that..." said Todd.
"Do what...?" asked Junior, playing dumb.
"Don't DO that `street' thing where you pretend to have no feelings...! It's ME..., you don't have to pretend to be something you're not! We used to have sleep-overs together...! I know THE REAL you!"
"Who's to say THIS ain't the `real' me...?" asked Junior, looking up at his friend stone faced.
"If YOU say so..." said Todd, turning around to walk away.
"So you'll give up our friendship just like that...?" asked Junior, causing Todd to turn around.
"You ACT like you don't want a friendship with me...!" he responded.
Junior snickered sarcastically, shaking his head before looking back up at his friend...
"You can SAY THAT to me after what I did to you the other day...?" he asked, seriously.
Todd didn't respond, as memories of Junior kissing him fully in the mouth replayed in his mind. Neither teen said anything for a full minute as they both shared the same exact thought, both recalling the life changing moment that defined the course of their friendship...
"Why'd you do that...?" was all Todd could think to say.
"You don't know...?" asked Junior, looking up from seated position.
"No." answered Todd, swallowing hard as his mouth suddenly went dry.
Junior stood up, then slowly crossed the small space cluttered space before standing directly in front of his friend...
"Because..." he said, staring him straight in the eye... "...I love you...!" he admitted.
Todd was speechless as Junior slowly snaked one arm up around his waist, then gently pulled him into him for another kiss...
Todd felt the world melt away when his buddy's lips touched his. (Like before) he was surprised, but this time there wasn't a naked man blocking between them (Junior's dad), there was just them, alone, locking lips like two people who thought the world of each other.
The kiss started off tentative, with Junior doing much of the leading, but as the shock began to melt from Todd, he began kissing back, becoming just as assertive as the boys began to touch and grind.
Junior felt Todd's crotch touch into his. Both boys sported large hardons at this time, grinding them both together as they kissed. Junior's hands held onto Todd's waist, as Todd's hands found Junior's waist, both exploding each other's asses for the first time, feeling each other's firm backsides...
"Shit man..." panicked Todd, pulling back, taking stock of their friendship. "...we shouldn't go there...!"
"Why not...?" asked Junior, pulling Todd back into his arms before planting him with more kisses.
"We BOYZ...!" reasoned Todd, even as Junior was covering his mouth with his own. "We've been FRIENDS for so long...! I don't want to fuck that up...! We're like BROTHERS!"
"HOW could we fuck that up...?" asked Junior, wanting to go straight forward. "It could only enhance our friendship...make us CLOSER...!" he responded, pulling Todd back into his arms.
Todd felt Junior undoing his pants, rushing towards the finish line before Todd was even sure he wanted to race.
"J..." he hesitated, as Junior undid his pants and yanked them down off Todd's ass in one swoop (falling to his knees in the process). Todd's dick flopped out rock hard, bouncing like a diving board that's just been used as it bobbed up and down of its own accord. Junior stared at the dick up close for a second, taking in all its beauty before grabbing it with his hand (to steady it) and licking the head with his tongue.
Todd felt his dick lurch when Junior's wet tongue washed over the head. He'd fantasized about what sex would be like with his friend for quite some time (since before they started having sex with his dad), but never thought it would happen. He didn't even want to admit to himself that he felt JEALOUS when Junior lost his virginity to the NJM Street Gang instead of him. THEY were best friends, sharing sex secrets of fucking Junior's dad, if anyone should have `made it' with Junior it should've been HIM!
Todd watched as Junior experimented with the taste of his dick, licking the head several times (to liken then flavor) before taking it in his mouth. Todd's knees buckled slightly when he felt the hot contours of his buddy's mouth wrap exclusively around his manhood. Junior felt the electricity as well when he took his friend's dick into his mouth, sucking it for the very first time. It was a moment that would forever be etched into his brain, the moment he willingly sucked his best friend off.
Junior adjusted to the feeling of having another guy's dick in his mouth (he hadn't sucked a dick since his initiation back in chapter-33, pt-3 of Roswell Heights). Where he HATED that experience (having to suck off the initial gang members before him), taking Todd's dick in his mouth was totally different (something he wanted to do, instead of having to do). Just knowing the dick was Todd's made Junior want to treat it right. He covered his teeth with his lips (using the flat of his tongue as a bed), then started bobbing his head back and forth as he sucked in with his cheeks.
Todd LOVED the feeling happening to his dick, even if he had mixed feelings about WHO it was doing. Knowing the dick sucker was Junior split Todd in a great divide. On one hand Junior was his best friend and he didn't want to see him in a position where he was being misused or taken advantage of, but on the other hand his mouth felt so damn good..., and for a young, healthy, strong, robust teen like Todd (whose dick was always ready for a challenge), a blow job was like Superman's Kryptonite.
Junior found himself actually enjoying the taste and texture of his friend's dick. How often had he laid in bed, playing with his erection (or waiting for his dad to come in and give him his regularly scheduled head), with TODD on his mind? Having SEEN Todd fuck his own father countless times, left Junior wondering what it would be like to get fucked BY his friend? It certainly HAD to be better than getting fucked by his gang members (chap-34, pt-6 of RH). Junior had never felt such excruciating pain before in his life. He vowed at that moment in time to NEVER be like his father, to never be someone bitch! Instead he sought to make a NAME for himself, to MAKE the other members respect him as an equal. But all the while, his friend Todd was never too far from mind.
Junior took as much of Todd's dick into his mouth as he could, but started to gag and choke around inch 5 or 6. It took some maneuvering on his part to get THAT far. He relaxed his jaws and felt the glide starting to become effortless as his mouth molded to the shape and size of his friend's manhood.
Every-so-often Junior would pull off the dick, then lick his way down the sides and underbelly, wetting the entire shaft while jacking it slowly with his fist. He even lavished Todd's balls, licking them thoroughly before taking them (one by one) into his mouth, polishing them with great care and caution before licking his way back up to the head.
"Fuck man..., you make that look like it's so much fun..." said Todd, pulling Junior off his dick and pushing him back in onto the dirty mattress the kids use to sleep and fuck on in the corner.
Junior fell back on his ass as Todd reached down and began undoing HIS pants, unsnapping the fasten and freeing his 7.5" erection. Junior smiled as Todd fisted his dick, then wantonly licked his lips before going down on him.
"Awwww fuck, man..." he moaned as his friend's mouth surrounded him, taking him into his oral cavity. Todd had absolutely NO experience sucking dick, but he was careful to keep his teeth away from the shaft as he swabbed the head and sank his mouth around the edges.
Junior rested on his elbows as he watched his friend suck his dick for the first time. He loved Todd even more for giving him oral without being asked, for thinking if his needs instead of only his own. He watched Todd struggle to take him in (choking and gagging like a novice). Junior reached for Todd's dick (slowly stroking it while his friend sucked), then realized he missed sucking Todd's dick, and pulled his body around until they were in 69 position. Both boys licked and sucked each other simultaneously, lavishing each other's man-pieces with their mouths as they suckled one another like pieces of candy.
Junior was on the bottle as he lifted and lowed his head, sucking half the length of his friend's dangling dick. Todd was on top as he bobbed up and down, taking more and more dick as his mouth became more accustomed to the size of his buddy's knob. Soon they were both moaning and panting, making sweet suckling sounds as the licked away tantalizing pre-cum. Junior felt himself getting close to shooting when his dick began throbbing under Todd's constant stroke. Todd jacked Junior's dick with the same rhythm he liked to jack his own dick, while sucking about the head and top part of the shaft.
Junior sucked harder as his own dick started to pulse and throb. He groaned aloud as his dick started to spurt. Todd (new to sucking) pulled away, watching the cream shoot from his friend's pulsing dick as he continued to stoke it. The cream was off-white and cloudy in color, the fresh scent of semen attacking his nostrils as the cum landed all over Junior's own heaving stomach, hip and thigh.
At the same time Junior was coming, he was panting breathlessly about Todd's pulsing dick, which began shooting only moments after his own. Junior felt the cream shooting directly into his mouth, filling his mouth and attacking his taste-buds as his mouth filled with the warmth from his buddy's ball sac.
Todd was surprised that Junior allowed him to cum in his mouth, and was doubly surprised when he swallowed after pulling off.
"Did you...EAT that...?" he asked, astonished.
Junior blushed...
"Yeah..." he said sheepishly, liking the taste of his buddy's cum. "...Kane MADE me do it during my initiation..." he explained, feeling funny.
"How was it...?" asked Todd, wondering how his nut tasted?
"It was good...!" said Junior, sounding more elated than he planned.
"Good..." smiled Todd, as the 2 boys continued to stroke each other's hardons... "...cause I got PLENTY more where that came from...!"
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