THE DISTRICT-15 GHOST TALES
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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THE BUNGALOW MOTEL PHL AIRPORT
The rain was coming down in sheets over Philadelphia Airport, with thunder and lightning making ominous impressions across the darkened skies. Outside in the parking lot of the Bungalow Motel [a known hideaway for cheaters and the thrifty alike] sat an equally ominous black man, seething behind the wheel of his car, his angry eye pinpointed on room 4B, the room registered to 2 Philadelphia detectives having an intimate interlude.
The man [6', 220, muscularly built] got out of his car in the rain [his thick 10" dick standing stiffly erect outside his zipper], and calmly crossed the lot and ascended the stairs to the second floor landing where he prepared to knock on the door...
INSIDE lay 28 yr old police detective Malik Jones and his 34 yr old regular narcotics partner Maleece Cortez, soundly sleeping off the aftermath of their special [highly intense] one night encounter together as Malik lay in spoon position behind Maleece, his hairless chest plastered against the sleeping detective's bare back.
As they nuzzled together in cozy comfort [Malik's arm wrapped comfortably around Maleece's torso, hugging him closely {protectively} from behind], their siesta was disturbed when Malik heard an unexpected rapping on the door. Not wanting to awake his sleeping partner, he slowly unraveled his arm from around Maleece, then quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the door. He had no idea WHO could be calling at such an hour? Perhaps it was motel management, telling them that one of them left their headlights on? Perhaps it was a wrong room number?
Malik didn't bother to robe, as he only meant to stick his head out of the door. But as soon as he opened it, he was quickly snatched out onto the second story walkway, and immediately shoved over the railing...
"Wait...! WHHHAAAAATTTT...???" he screamed, looking down at the hoods of the parked cars below [his top-half teetering over the rail, while his mid section {waist line} was the only thing keeping him from pummeling to the ground below].
Malik grabbed onto the railing [trying to right himself], but was held over by the strong hands of the stranger. Malik looked [upside down] between the rails, to see the boots and blue jeans of his attacker. Malik began pleading, asking what the guy wanted and if he was sure he had the right guy? He announced that he was a police officer, THEN noticed the huge hard dick sticking out from the guy's zipper. Malik barely had time to register what this was about, when the man stepped up behind him, then rammed his dick straight up into his bent over ass.
"YYYIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH...!!!" screamed Malik, his screeches masked by the rumbling of thunder overhead. The rain continued to pour as torrential droplets soaked his head, bare back, and shoulders. Malik's feet dangled several inches off ground, the total of his weight supported solely on his waist and the iron railing keeping him from having head trauma in a local hospital.
Malik's asshole smarted profoundly after being fully penetrated by 10 inches of rock solid hardon. He struggled to get free, but the railing [as well as the man's strong hands] kept him from getting a sure footing. The man ground his pelvic bone into Malik's bare bottom, churning his meaty prod around in his aching gut, holding Malik prisoner over the railing while he enjoyed the way Malik's asshole pulsed and spasm around his dick. Only when HE was ready did he pull back with his hips [sliding his wrist thick dick from the officer dark depths], withdrawing his big fat prick until only the bulbous head remained trapped inside the throbbing hole. Malik could see [and feel] the huge dick withdrawing from his sore anus, the solid shaft and hairy ball sac plainly visible with every flash of lightning. The dick withdrew all the way to the head [the anal ring flexing sharply around the trapped dickhead], then shifted directions and thrust back inside, forcing through the sphincter muscles to bury deep inside the bowel.
Malik screamed again as the dick pummeled through him, fucking back and forth with power and command. He knew immediately WHO was behind the heavy thrusts...
"MARVIN..." he shouted, trying to look back over his shoulder. "...why'r you doing this...? It's NOT what you think it is...!"
Marvin reached down and looped his huge hand around the front of Malik's neck [just under the chin], hoisting his torso up off the railing. Malik's feet still dangled off the ground as Marvin held him about the waist and neck, bouncing him on his fat dick as he continued to batter his pelvic bone against his bare ass.
Malik felt Marvin thrusting up into him, pounding his ass with deep powerful strokes.
"I don't give a fuck, anymore...!" said the ex-convict, using Malik's weight to shove every inch of his 10" pole straight up into the officer's unprotected ass with every stroke.
Malik's face twisted in absolute pain as his bowels were bashed continuously on the end of Marvin's super-ramrod. "You can WHORE yurself out to whoever you want..." snarled the muscled man, his thick lips next to Malik's ear. "...but this the LAST time you make a fool outta me!"
Marvin bounced Malik on his dick, locking his hands on Malik's shoulders from underneath his armpits. Malik's own dick was rock hard, swaying through the air unattended as Marvin rode him hard and strong. Malik grit his teeth as his helpless asshole was practically mauled by a mountain bear. He fought to break free, but was literally helpless against Marvin's muscle mass. His dick erupted unexpectedly, shooting cum all over the rain soaked floor. Marvin could feel Malik's hole spasm on his dick, flexing wildly in perfect time with his orgasm.
Marvin dropped Malik's weakened body over the railing, leaving him dangling halfway over the edge, his asshole throbbing sorely as the remnants of Maleece's semen [from earlier] began to leak from his open womb...
Marvin turned back towards the room, his stiff dick still pulsing hard with life. He walked in to find detective Cortez still asleep in bed, curled up on his side. Marvin removed the rest of his wet clothes, then climbed into bed with Maleece. Without wasting time, he stripped Cortez of his covers, then roughly rolled him onto his back. Maleece awoke immediately, staring up into the face of a black assailant. "Malik...!" he shouted out, wondering where his partner was?
Maleece struggled to break free, but was easily held down by the more powerful ex-convict, who wrestled Maleece into submission rather quickly. Maleece could feel Marvin's huge hands around his throat, holding him down against the bed, preventing him from moving or even making a sound as his head, neck, and shoulders sank into the mattress.
Maleece recognized Marvin as Malik's boyfriend, but that knowledge meant little to him as he fought for his life. Marvin maneuvered Maleece until the top of his head was wedged between the mattress and the headboard, his hairy legs flaring wildly on either side of his waist as he fought for leverage. Maleece was scarcely aware that Marvin's big exposed dick was wedged between his ass cheeks [sticking up like an officer's black billy-club0, until he felt the bulbous head nudging firmly against his moist entrance.
Maleece's eyes widened with shocked fear once he felt the huge dick beginning to stretch the anal ring. Marvin saw the realization [as clear as day] on Maleece's face, then thrust forward with all his might before the officer could protest. His dick shoved 10 inches deep on the first thrust, breaking through Maleece's poor ring to batter its way directly into his gut without stopping.
Maleece's eyeballs popped out of their sockets as his face twisted in agony, his mouth gapped open as his face reddened with anger and hostility...
"AAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he managed to scream aloud as his body was suddenly impaled on 10 rock solid inches of hard black meat.
Marvin paused to enjoy the resistance of Maleece's strong sphincter muscles clamped violently about his deeply embedded dick like a vice, trying desperately to repel him from his aching bowel. Marvin loved how the anus spasm and flexed about his shaft, choking and massaging his monster dong at the same time, causing his dick to pulsate and throb in the hot heated sheath of Maleece's anal furnace.
Marvin ground his hips against Maleece's ass, churning his meaty rod around in his gut. Panic washed over Maleece's shocked face when Marvin started to pull back, withdrawing his enormous rod to the head before slamming back in, pulverizing the anus with his gigantic battering ram.
"AARRRHHHH SHIT...!!" screamed Maleece, feeling the full fuck of Marvin's thrust. Marvin kept his hands firmly planted about Maleece's chest and throat, pinning him down as Maleece's legs flared, trying to wrestle from up under him.
Maleece could feel Marvin's fingers cutting in around his throat, obstructing his breathing as he fought to keep conscious. Marvin started to thrust through him, fucking his asshole as his big dick ripped through muscle and flesh to bury itself with each inward thrust. Maleece struggled for release, but Marvin Rollins was an ex-convict used to getting what he wanted from men. His broad shoulders and protruding muscles insured whenever he pinned a man down, he stayed down. He held Maleece prisoner, even as Maleece tried fighting with his asshole [flexing the anal muscles to try to wrench himself free or (at the very least) limit Marvin's depths], but the dick would just break through the gripping sphincters to bury deeper inside the pulsing rectum, laying claim to everything it touched.
Marvin's looked down between their crashing bodies to watch his dick sliding in and out of Maleece's hairy ass, and noticed remnants of semen from the loaded anus glistening on his thrusting dick [making his prick slide easier]. It then became obvious that Maleece had been fucked by Malik, which somehow made Marvin even angrier as he began to fuck Maleece harder. Maleece grit his teeth as his asshole went under fire, taking the brunt of Marvin's thrusts as he power drove his meaty shaft through the officer's stretched chute with increasing speed and force. The 2 men stared one another down, neither relenting as their bodies crashed together repeatedly with powerful slaps.
The sturdy motel bed slammed against the wall as the 2 men fucked. Grunts, groans, and growls filled the room, over shadowing the rumbling thunder outside. To detective Cortez's complete horror, his own dick started to rise and harden, indicating an excitement to his ordeal.
Marvin noticed the rising erection also, and frowned when he realized the officer was beginning to enjoy it. Taking an officer's manhood [fucking him like a bitch that didn't matter] had always been an ongoing fantasy for guys like Marvin Rollins. Cops were the bane of his existence, the ones that busted him and ruined all of his chances of becoming successful in his community. Reducing some of these officers, turning them into drooling sluts with nothing more than his muscles and manhood, made Marvin feel like the most powerful man on the planet. Not many guys could stand up to his physicality, strength, NOR his amazing 10" wrist thick super dick. He often used it as a weapon, to get what he wanted from those who either desired it, or feared it. The END results were always the same, they'd leave the experience feeling well fucked and humiliated. Some [like Malik] came back for seconds, while lesser men ran in the other direction whenever they saw him coming. But none of them ever forgot him, nor the big dick he used to ruin their lives and assholes.
Marvin began to notice Maleece struggling less and less, his body became more receptive to his plunging dick as Maleece's legs rose higher to help expose his numbing anus. Maleece was just as shocked as Marvin that his body was starting to accept the brutal fucking happening to him. He hated himself for falling into `Malik' territory [becoming a willing participant to his own rape], yet he couldn't deny what Marvin's relentless torpedo was doing to his hull. The dick barreled through everything in its path, knocking down walls and sphincter muscles, leaving nothing in its wake but quivering flesh.
Maleece's eyes widened with astonishment, anguish, and fear when he realized the big black dick no longer hurt, that it was filling his body completely, giving him what he'd always missed. He could feel the dick speeding in and out of him as Marvin got closer to climax. He could see the rapist's eyes beginning to roll over white in their sockets as Marvin's big prick swelled and strained inside him.
Marvin took one last plunge into detective Cortez's tight ass, then came...
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!" yelled Marvin, shooting a ton of built up semen directly in the detective's ass.
Maleece could feel the huge dick pulsating inside him, then he felt the deluge of semen suddenly flooding his fully packed colon.
"AAARRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, coming at that very moment as his dick shot about seven streaks of sperm across his own hairy chest and stomach.
At that very instant, Maleece awoke from a dream/nightmare to find his dick currently erupting [in REAL time] in detective Jones' mouth.
Maleece looked around the room in a panic [seeing the door shut securely and no signs of Marvin], then realized everything was just a dream, although his current orgasm was completely real. Instinctively he reached down and grasped Malik's head, forcing it further down on his erupting dick, making his homo partner take more of his load.
Malik happily accepted Maleece's cum, swallowing what he could and painting his face with the rest. When Maleece finally let go of his head, he looked up and smiled...
"You really needed that, eh...?" asked Malik, getting out of bed to wash his face and get dressed. "Your dick was rock hard when I started sucking it..., didn't take you long to bust either...! Were you dreaming about something in particular...?" he asked, en-route into the bathroom.
"uh..." responded Maleece [short of breath], running his fingers through his matted hair... "...yeah..." he said, listening to the sound of water running... "...Jake...!"
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WEST PHILLY
With the news media being relentless in its coverage of Officer Elliott McConnell's `Police Sex Tape Scandal', Elliott had to go into hiding, crashing at one of his high school friend's apartments until the heat blew over, or until he spoke to his father.
"Of course you're welcomed to stay here for as long as you need, El..." said Elliott's friend, Quintell [Quint] Robinson, inviting his long time friend into his humble abode. "...make yourself at home, man...!"
"Thanks." said Elliott, feeling like a washout. "You've changed the place around a bit..." he said, noticing some of the new furnishings Quint bought since taking over the apartment solo.
"Yeah..." smiled Quint, proudly admiring his own furnishings. "...after Raheim moved out, I took over his lease, and the rest was history...!"
Elliott looked into the bedroom...
"Hard to believe THAT was the very spot that all my new troubles started..." he said to himself out loud, recalling the making of the video tape that was now ruining his and his father's lives. "...who'd have guessed that such an innocent act of fun would lead to so much personal destruction...?" he added, before turning to his friend. "It wasn't like I was some big time porn star..., I made ONE sex tape with some friends...and now my entire life's not worth shit!"
Quintell couldn't help feeling sorry for his buddy...
"C'mon man..." he said, massaging the tension from one of Elliott's shoulder, sympathetically. "...you can't let it eat you up inside..., YOU didn't know any of this shit was gonna happen...!" he reasoned.
"I was STUPID to make a sex video..." yelled Elliott, loathing himself. "...KNOWING I wanted to be a police officer! It was a DUMB move! And now I'm put on permanent leave of absence until The Department Of Internal Affairs investigates...! There's NO coming back from that!"
"You were a KID then...!" reasoned Quint.
"It was LAST year!" argued Elliott. "Nothing's changed..., except now I'm in uniform and a public figure on the news!"
"How did the media get a hold of the tape in the first place...?" asked Quint, curiously. "I ain't even get a chance to see it yet...! It wasn't like you were a celebrity of something!"
"That's what I'd like to know...!" said Elliott, thinking. "Raheim had the only copy that I'm aware of..., unless he made a few extras to gave out...?" he thought aloud. "But Raheim moved away right after we did the video..." he recalled. "...you don't think Raheim sent IN that video on purpose, do you...?!" he asked his friend.
"WHY would Raheim do that...?" asked Quint. "Yall been friends for YEARS! What would HE get out of it?"
"I don't know..." said Elliott, running the idea around in his mind. "...it all just seems suspicious to me...!" he added.
"Well, did you TALK to him about it...?" asked Quint, unable to reason away the coincidence.
"I WOULD, if I knew where he was...!" said Elliott, sitting down on Quint's sofa. "I heard he might've moved to New York...!"
"Have you called his mom's house...?" asked Quint. "I bet SHE'D know where he was...!"
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THE EMBASSY SUITS AIRPORT
While mayoral candidate David L. McConnell's campaign camp refused to make an official comments on Officer Elliott's Sex Tape, The reverend Malcolm H. Holmes' camp had plenty to say about McConnell's lack of control in his own household... "This is a prime example of how out of touch my opponent is on the needs of the city!" said Holmes, as he and his lovely wife [Cassandra] was spotted exiting a downtown restaurant in plain view of the media cameras. "If he can't control his own adult children..., HOW on earth can he be expected to control criminals? Budget the city? Reduce city tax? Cut wasteful spending? Or do any of the OTHER million and one important things a mayor is supposed to do for his people? While I, --like every other citizen of this great city, is grateful for McConnell's long running military and police work over the past 3 decades..., it's not enough to simply say `I want to be your next mayor', the next mayor has to live, breath, and commit to it 24-7...! And I for one don't believe McConnell has that kind of commitment!"
The media ran Holmes' comments day and night, trying to get McConnell's camp to respond.
Meanwhile Reverend Holmes and his people celebrated a victory as poles for McConnell began to drop. When asked WHY voters were beginning to have a change of heart, the majority of responses echoes Holmes's earlier statement, saying despite McConnell's military AND police backgrounds, he couldn't be trusted to run a city as big as Philadelphia if he couldn't control his own house.
Holmes sat back in his private room [away from his charitable donators] watching the news reports on TV, and bursting into spontaneous laughter every time they mentioned Elliott's sex tape, or McConnell's poles dropping...
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you...?" asked Brian Dunn [Holmes' personal campaign advisor, assistant, and secret confidant].
"Am I not supposed to...?" asked Holmes, sitting back in an old comfortable high back chair, getting his dick sucked by a young white kid bussed in from suburbia.
"I suppose..." said Dunn, sitting on a nearby desk, alternating watching the news and watching Holmes get blown. "...it just seems ominous when McConnell did nothing wrong to garner such distain from the public..."
"Did nothing wrong...?" asked Holmes, not liking Dunn's sympathies. "He's running for MAYOR..., the same job I'm gunning for, need I remind you!" yelled the older man, impatiently. "Since when do WE care about McConnell's feelings or what HE's going through...?" asked Holmes. "Are you going SOFT on me, Dunn...? You act like you're SWEET on McConnell or something...!"
"No..." blushed Dunn, dropping his head in denial. "...no...I'm not going soft..."
"Good..." said Holmes, getting back to the blow job. "...cuz right now this lil' punk, --who's been sucking on my dick for the past 30 minutes, is about to get a mouthful of my nutt, if you wanna watch...?"
Dunn watched the [before tonight] inexperienced teen sucking on the reverend's thick dick, bobbing his head back and forth [as taught], making throaty gurgling noises around the huge shaft every time the head bumped too far down into his throat.
Holmes's dark skin shaft was glistening with the boy's slick spit, making it easier for Holmes to force more dick between the boy's pink lips.
Like the last group of boys to come through one of Holmes' "fund raisers" [chap-10], Christian had been bussed in with the false promise of making fast money as a smuggler for a local drug dealer. The promise was a quick in and out, but no one told the teens that the in/out reference was in direct consideration to their assholes.
Christian and about 12 other youths [ranging from ages 15 to 21] found themselves ass up and doped on a new drug the dealers called FUC. Christian found himself fucked many times over since arriving at the hotel. His first encounter was with one of the drug dealers, who [after forcing him to snort FUC] made him suck his dick. Like the other suburban teens, Christian was easily intimidated by the mean looking city boys. He complied with everything they told him to do, and started getting his virgin mouth fucked even before the drug kicked in.
21 yr old MarliQ Johnson was the man feeding Christian his first dick. The boy had no idea cocks came so big [and black]. He was awe struck from the moment it waved before his face. MarliQ rubbed the fat round head over his lips [allowing him to taste it for the first time] before shoving it into his mouth. Christian's mouth had to stretch wide to accommodate, and even then it was like holding a big plum between his jaws. Christian found it difficult to take much more than an inch or two without gagging. He felt MarliQ's huge hands on the back of his head, guiding him to take more. By then the drugs were starting to take effect, and Christian's jaw started to relax and unhinge. Soon MarliQ was plowing his mouth and throat with relative ease, ramming all 9 inches of fat dealer dick down the white teen's throat. Christian's cock was rock hard with excitement when MarliQ's first load exploded in his mouth, shooting great gobs of creamy sperm straight into his young belly.
Christian felt disappointed when MarliQ's dick withdrew and disappeared. However, another dick suddenly took his place as an older man [one of the reverend's benefactors] stood in front of him, presenting HIS dick for sucking. The second dick wasn't as big as the first, but Christian took it into his mouth anyway, polishing the bullet shaped head before the man grabbed the back of his head and forced it down his throat. This time Christian didn't struggle or gag, he simply allowed the man to fuck his face and mouth at his own pace.
The man held his head with both hands like a basketball, slamming his curly haired pelvis bone into his nose with every stroke. Soon Christian felt the deluge of cum cascading down the back of his throat, leaving warm trails in his esophagus before dumping into his stomach acids.
The third dick to come into Christian's life belonged to a club owner, who was considering hiring one of Holmes' whores to give blow jobs to his regular patrons behind a glory-hole in the men's main restroom. He was on a mission to sample as many hot mouths as he could that evening, feeding the hungry boys his cum loads before choosing a lucky candidate. Christian found himself beginning to enjoy the hot pummeling of his mouth, the way the horny men gripped his head and hair, thrusting their thick cocks through his mouth and over his tongue to fuck into the back reaches of his throat. He gobbled down the third load as it poured from the club owner's dick, only to be flipped over and tossed on his belly by the forth man.
Christian had no idea HOW he was going to suck cock in THIS position, but he didn't complain when he suddenly felt a warm tongue wiggling into his ass crack. Having douched earlier [as instructed by the drug dealers who informed them that they might be smuggling narcotics in their rectums], the man stuck his tongue as far up his ass as it could go. Christian never felt anything so gross or exquisite before in his life, and shot an accidental load all over the carpet beneath him just as the man was about to ram his 7" uncut erection straight up his ass...
"Oh yeah, kid...suck that dick..." moaned reverend Holmes, holding Christian by the ears as he guided the boy's head back and forth on his dick. "...suck your NEXT Mayor's big dick! C'mon, get that nut!"
Christian knelt on the floor before Holmes, surrendering his mouth and throat for fucking as the reverend used the [spaced] teen's ears as handles, pulling and pushing his head back and forth along the full hard length of his dick.
Christian swallowed the reverend's fat prick with every intake, the giant mushroom head showing a lumped imprint as it forced down into the boy's ballooned throat. Christian's pink lips oval around the base of Holmes' dick, as gobs of slick spittle oozed out about his hairy bloated ball sac. On the upswing, the reverend would pull back on Christian's ears, pulling his mouth up off his glistening shaft as his big black dick emerged from the white boy's hot mouth. Christian would breath in a gulp of air through his mouth [around the dickhead] before reverend Holmes would change direction and pull his head forward once again, plunging his mouth on 8 hard inches of swollen meat.
"I'm about to cum...!" announced the mayoral candidate, fucking the boy's mouth harder.
Christian felt the man's hands switch from his ears, to the back of his head as Holmes started bouncing his head faster. Christian barely had time to register what was happening, when the reverend's dick suddenly swelled, then started hosing thick clotted clumps of rich cum down into his throat. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!" groaned Holmes, shooting a ball full of warm liquid into the boy's stomach.
Holmes released the boy's head as he fell back in his seat, exhausted. Christian continued to suck and clean the reverend's dick, sucking up juices [mixtures of spit and cum] and gobbling it down like an addiction. Holmes smiled as he reached into the pocket of his dress shirt, then pulled out what looked like a cigarette stick. He snapped it in half, then held it down under the kid's nose and told him to inhale.
Christian snorted up another dose of FUC before the reverend sent him back out into the main room to be fucked by more donators...
"This..." he said to Dunn, who watched the young suburban kid wobble towards the door [semen streaking down the backs of his legs, dripping from his well fucked anus]... "...THIS is what's gonna cost McConnell the election...! Once FUC hits suburbia, WHITE people will flock to the poles to elect the good Reverend as their next Mayor, begging me to get these narcotics off their streets!"
"And what happens when you can't honor your promises...?" asked Dunn. "You think KANE will allow you to eradicate his biggest most powerful drug after you're elected...? He's NOT going to give up that money so easily!"
"Kane can't sell anything if he's in jail...!" informed Holmes. "Once I'm Mayor, the playing field changes...! Everyone knows that! And if they don't..., then they're as stupid as McConnell!"
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WEST PHILLY
Elliott pulled up outside the address he'd been given by Raheim's mother. He hadn't spoken to mrs Johnson in a some years, and thankfully she wasn't aware of his current status on the news. She happily gave Raheim's new information, telling him how long he'd been back in town after moving to New York City for awhile.
Elliott pretended to be excited over the news, but knew deep down that it wouldn't be a joyous reunion. He took a deep breath outside Raheim's new apartment door [at the top of the 3 story walk up], then knocked...
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