THE DISTRICT-21 Opposing Forces
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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MANAYUNK
52 yr old David L. McConnell waited nervously for his son [Elliott] to arrive to his temporary home away from home [an apt he and his lover Ramone rented to get away from hounding reporters who knocked on their condo door both day and night for interviews].
McConnell's 34 yr old campaign advisor [Brian Dunn] waited WITH him, eager to inform Elliott of their plans of resolving the problem surrounding his sex video.
"HOW did Elliott sound when you asked him to come over to my place...?" asked David, wondering what his son's mindset was [after the argument they had back in Roswell Heights chap-38, pt-4].
"He was reluctant..." admitted Dunn, loving the humility behind McConnell, that he was actually nervous about comforting his own son. "...it took some convincing, but I told him we were working diligently to find a solution to his problem...and that he really needed to mend the rift between you before we could move further...!"
"Where was he staying...?" asked David curiously, having had no contact with Elliott since the video aired. "I KNOW he's not with his mother...!"
"He's staying with a friend named Quintell." informed Dunn, "Do you know him...?"
"Yeah..." sighed McConnell, "...friend of his from high school..." he recalled. "...along with Raheim...!"
"Quintell lives in Raheim's apartment, apparently...!" informed Dunn, matter of factly.
"In the SAME apartment he made the sex video in...??" asked McConnell, surprised. "Does he NEVER learn...?!" he interjected, suddenly angry at his son's stupidity.
"Perhaps you should calm down a little before he gets here...?" suggested Dunn, seeing the tension building in McConnell reddening [mulatto] face. "Maybe I can help...?" he asked, falling to his knees as he began to undo McConnell's pants...
"Brian...don't..." said McConnell, backing away.
"Why not...?" asked Dunn, getting up off his knees. "Oh, would you like a DRINK first...?" he asked, walking towards the bar...
"NO..." answered McConnell, firmly. "...I don't want a DRINK first...! What happened between US can't happen again...!" he insisted. "I'm with Ramone...!"
"I know..." said Dunn, "...I've been in delicate situations before...!" he assured. "Part of being a great assistant is knowing HOW to be discreet and giving the client WHAT he needs WHEN he needs it! And if there's one thing I am..., it's a GREAT assistant...!"
"I have no doubt..." agreed McConnell, "...but I'm in a committed relationship..., I don't cheat when I'm committed...!"
"I wouldn't call it `cheating' per say..." said Dunn, searching for a better phrase. "...I'd call it: pressure and demand! As the most powerful man in the city, YOU as mayor will take on all the burdens of every citizen...! That kind of stress could give your high blood pressure, ulcers, migraines, and a host of other life threatening aliments...! You'd be amazed at how often a good blow job could calm your senses, steady your heartbeat, and lower your pressure...! When your spouse isn't available to accommodate, that's where a GOOD assistant comes in!" explained Dunn, in a nutshell.
"Brian..." said McConnell, sounding skeptical about the whole conversation...
"Look David..." interrupted Dunn, "...I've worked with some of the most politically famous and most powerful men in the city...and I've serviced every one of them in any capacity they needed me to, with no complaints and no discoveries! Mayor Edwards' wife wouldn't allow him to have any more female assistants because of his womanizing, but she never suspected ME taking care of her husband's extramarital needs! And then there was Tempest Williams..."
"I don't need to hear about your references, Brian...I trust that you can be discreet..." assured McConnell, "...I just don't believe I'd be needing any of THOSE particular services from you in the future...!"
"You don't have to foresee it, David..." reassured Dunn, "...just KNOW it's always there whenever you NEED it...!" smiled the fellow mixed breed [having a slightly darker tent than McConnell and his sons].
"uh...right..." responded McConnell, just as the doorbell rang. "I need you to assure me Ramone will never know about our first indiscretion...!"
"I assure you, David..., Ramone will never learn of our first indiscretion...nor any OTHERS that might follow...!" smiled the mixed breed, as he walked towards the door.
McConnell snickered at Dunn's persistence, taking a few seconds to take a few deep breaths before seeing his son...
"Hey...hi..." said Elliott nervously, standing in the hall after Dunn opened the door. "...is HE in...?"
"Hi..." said Dunn, shaking hands. "...yes."
"He's really angry, eh...?" asked Elliott, knowing he had fucked up big time this time.
"He's..., --WILLING to talk it all out openly and honestly, if YOU are..." explained Dunn, welcoming him into the home.
"I honestly didn't think anyone would ever SEE the video...!" said Elliott, truthfully. "It was supposed to be all in good fun...!"
"Of course you didn't..." agreed Dunn, having been the one who secretly produced it. "...no one does a sex video believing it would show up later on in life end their career and show their family's worse embarrassment ever..." he added, causing a Elliott to lower his head in shame. "...but everything done in the dark, eventually comes to the light...!"
"Dad understands it was a mistake, right...?" asked Elliott, recalling the argument they had over it once. "He KNOWS I was trying to BETTER my life when that video came out, right...?"
"Your dad's a very reasonable man, Elliott..." reasoned Dunn. "...just explain to him how you feel and what you were thinking when you made the video..., we're WORKING on ideas on how to spin this fiasco in our direction...!"
Dunn's words were of little comfort to Elliott, as he entered his father's new apt. David was standing in the den, awaiting Elliott's arrival. Elliott wandered into the room like a man condemned. His father stood in front of his desk, looking like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Both men were braced for an emotional confrontation with a lot of yelling and `what were you thinking' comments, but as soon as David saw his son, he could see the fear and remorse in his eyes, and immediately walked over and gave him a fatherly hug.
"I forgive you, Elliott..." he whispered in his ear, causing a great deal of relief to rise up off of Elliott's younger shoulders.
"OH DAD..., I'm so SORRY...!" cried Elliott, holding onto his father tightly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or mom that way...! I don't know what I was thinking...!"
"I know son..." reasoned David, pulling back to look into his son's eyes, directly. "...Dunn, Ramone, Malik and I are ALL working on ways to turn this thing around...! We just need YOU to trust us...! We're all on the same side!"
Dunn stood in the doorway, watching the father and son bond, wondering in the back of his mind exactly WHICH team should he really be loyal to...?
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NORTH PHILLY Precinct-23
Philadelphia Police swarmed about the rented apt of 21 yr old Raheim Jackson, who had been found HUNG in his own apt by a friend who called 9-1-1. Police took 19 yr old Q [Quest Winfield] into custody and questioned him extensively about how he happened to stumble upon the body of his friend [who apparently committed suicide in his own shower]? Q explained how he came to know Raheim, letting them know the intimacies of their newly formed relationship, as well as Raheim's involvement of the police officer's sex tape scandal which was recently broadcast on the local News.
Q was still being questioned when detectives from another precinct came by to question him...
"Quest Winfield...?" called the detectives, walking into the interrogation room Q was being held in. "I'm detective Maleece Cortez, and this's detective Malik Jones..., we're here to question you about the MURDER of Raheim Jackson...!"
"Murder...?" cried Q, having been told Raheim's death was a suicide...
"Hold on..." objected detectives already on the case... "...what gives you the authority to walk in here and start IN on our witness...?"
"Can we speak to you outside...?" asked Cortez, excusing himself and the detectives, leaving Q even more worried than before.
OUTSIDE THE INTERROGATION ROOM...
"My partner and I've been searching for Raheim Jackson since the police scandal sex tape story broke..." explained Cortez. "...we KNEW Raheim was behind the making of the videotape, but we couldn't find him! Our last indication was that he was living somewhere in NY...!"
"What's that got to do with OUR investiga..."
"You don't seriously still believe Raheim's death was a suicide, do you...?" asked Cortez, "NOT after everything I just told you...?"
"Well..." said the detective, unsure. "...the coroner's report will tell us that...!"
"Your police captain's friends with our former boss..." informed Malik, "...HE'S okayed us to take over this highly sensitive case for the city's next future Mayor...!"
"You mean, Capt McConnell...right...?" asked the detective, curiously. "Okay..." he said, backing down. "...I'll have to clear it with my superior first...!" he added, before leaving.
"DO that..." said Cortez, opening the interrogation door to find a very nervous Q still waiting inside...
"I...I don't know what I could TELL you guys...? I never actually SAW the video tape..." said Q, nervously. "...b...but...there WAS two guys that broke into Raheim's apt the other day while I was there visitin'..., they were MAD that he released the tape without their consents...! I think they were ON the tape also...!"
Malik and Maleece glanced at each other...
"What makes you think that...?" asked Malik, pulling out his note pad.
"Well..., one of them roughed him up kinda good..., sayin' his WIFE recognized him when she saw it on their computer before it was taken down from some website...!" explained Q, as best as he could remember.
"Does these guys have names...?" asked Cortez, also taking notes.
"I never heard them mention any names...!" said Q, "But they should be easy to find from the video...!" he guesstimated.
"Their faces were never shown in the video!" informed Malik, making it nearly impossible to identify them.
"What about a description...? Could you describe what these `guys' looked like...?" asked Cortez. "Would you be able to recognize them again if you saw their faces...?" he asked.
"I...I guess so..." answered Q, unsure.
"Tell the officers to get some mug shots, pronto...!" said Cortez, sending Malik out of the room.
"Look..., I really didn't know Raheim all that much..." explained Q. "...I'd just met him a while ago at a party, and we were just kinda hookin' up again afterwards, ya know...? I really don't know anything about this video tape, who's IN the video, or why they made it...!"
"WHO was at this party you mentioned...?" asked Cortez [still taking notes], making Q regret mentioning it as soon as he said it...
"Just a couple of guys..." he said, trying to spare his friends.
"I'm gonna need names...!" insisted Maleece, as Malik came back with a small laptop computer of mug shots...
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Detectives Jones and Cortez left Q in the interrogations room alone to sift through the hundreds of local mug shots of possible criminals on file who may have been the culprits that broke into Raheim's apartment and roughed him up. Q couldn't believe the number of men in his neighborhood [or affiliated with his neighborhood] that had mug shots and long rap sheets. He recognized a small handful of them from around The Hood, guys he'd seen around or knew personally or through 3rd parties.
While Q went through the pictures on computer, Malik and Maleece went to the vending machine to get themselves some coffee for the extra man hours they were putting in as a favor for McConnell...
"So..., what do you think...?" asked Maleece, putting a wrinkled $1 bill in the machine. "Think he's holding out information...?"
"HIM...?" asked Malik, thinking of the teenager back in the room. "I'm not sure..., he seems SCARED enough...!"
"But this's McConnell's SON'S video tape we're talking about..." reasoned Maleece, as the machine spit his coffee cup down into line and began filling it with the desired flavor. "...the odds are truly unlikely that he committed suicide..., once the coroner concludes the autopsy, we'll know exactly what killed him...!"
"You think the 2 guys he mentioned might've came back and finished what they started AFTER Q left...?" asked Malik, curiously.
Maleece reached down into the retrieve space and pulled his piping hot coffee free...
"That's DEFINITELY a possibility..." he answered, "...especially if it WAS released without anyone's consent...! A angry wife looking to OUT you publically might be a good incentive to want to take revenge on the tape's creator...! Besides...WHO says they came back AFTER Q left...?" asked Maleece, diabolically. "There's also a chance he SAW the crime, but may be too scared to admit it! You said yourself, he looks scared shitless!"
Malik considered Maleece's theory, although he believed it unlikely... "We HAVE to find out who these other 2 guys are in the video...!" surmised Cortez, aloud. "Elliott should be able to answer that one for us...!"
"No good..." interrupted Malik, knowing where his partner was going. "...HE still won't name who's in the video with him..." he informed, having discussed it prior with McConnell. "...IF he even knows who THEY are...!"
Maleece did a double-take...
"You think he might not know them...?" he asked, flabbergasted.
"It would explain WHY he refuses to help himself...!" reasoned Malik. "I find it HARD to believe he'd allow his entire career to be all shot to hell without lifting a finger to defend himself IF he knew who the other guys in the video were...!"
"Damn...that's fucked up..." thought Maleece aloud, thinking to himself.
Malik watched Maleece's reaction, blowing the heat from his coffee before sipping...
"No different than meeting guys in a peep show gloryhole, or in a sex club's basement...!" reasoned Malik, getting a knowing glance from Maleece [who were guilty of both in the past]...
"Touché..." he responded, knowing Malik knew more about him than nearly anyone else.
"How'r things with YOU and Jake...?" asked his partner, while they had a moment alone.
Maleece headed back to the witness...
"Same ole, same!" he answered, sounding depressed. "We LIVE together, we sleep together, we have sex, --sometimes..., but there's no feeling or emotion behind it anymore...! We're like an old married couple going through the motions...! What's the old Gladys Knight song...? `Neither One Of Us Wants To Be The First To Say Goodbye...'" he quoted.
"Why don't you just break up...?" asked Malik, knowing Maleece still wanted passion.
"Thought about it..." said Maleece, thoughtfully. "...but...I really do CARE for Jake..." he added, sounding trapped. "...I don't think either of us wants to see the other one hurt or alone...!"
"Yet neither of you can MOVE on until one of you makes a move...!" rationalized Malik.
"Why haven't you broke it off with Marvin yet...?" asked Maleece, knowing Malik's history with the criminal.
"I did!" answered Malik.
Maleece smirked...
"Really...?" he chuckled, doubtful. "When was the last time he fucked you...?"
"THAT'S not the point..." defended Malik.
"Actually it IS...!" argued Maleece, humorously.
"Every time I try to break it off..., Marvin just shows up and ambushes me...!" confessed Malik. "He jumps me out of nowhere and fucks the living shit out of me!"
"And you cream yourself all over lovin' it every time, don't'cha...?" laughed Maleece, stopping outside the interrogation door.
Malik rolled his eyes...
"It's bad enough that he treats me like a piece of meat..., but NOW he's even doing it in front of Fontella...!" he complained.
"How's SHE feelin' about that...?" asked Maleece, looking in on the witness as Q continued shuffling through photos...
"We barely talk about it..." answered Malik. "...she fills me in on all the baby news and doctor's exams..., and we fill the rest of the day with dinner, movie watching, and sex..., but we NEVER discuss Marvin or how he just bursts into our apartment and drags me off into the bedroom like a Raggedy Andy Doll...!"
"Sounds like hell...!" teased Maleece, knowing Malik was getting the best of both worlds. "Sounds like Fontella might be living in denial...!
"You THINK...?" asked Malik, sarcastically.
"I don't think either one of us is in his ideal relationship...!" concluded Maleece, twisting the doorknob to return into the room. "Well Mr Winfield..." he said, wearily. "...find your break-in couple yet...?"
"No..." answered Q, much to the detective's expectations... "...but I did find ONE of them...!" he added, much to their surprise...
Maleece and Malik stepped in behind Q, lowering their faces into the screen to read the suspect's name and information...
"`William Morgan', age 23..." read Maleece. "...'arrested 5 yrs ago for possession...'!"
"Got an address...?" asked Malik.
"Mother's address..." said Maleece, "...looks like we're paying MOMS a visit...!"
"Is there somewhere we can DROP you off...?" asked Malik, as they began prepared to leave.
"I left my car outside Raheim's apartment..." said the teen, hoping for a ride back...?
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SOUTH PHILLY Roswell Heights B-Building
"MARLIQ!! GET UP! GET THE FUCK UP NOW!!!" yelled 34 yr olf Sandra Johnson, bursting into her eldest son's room in the middle of the day while he was still sleeping.
21 yr old MarliQ usually worked the overnight shift on the corner, sleeping most of the day while his brothers were in school. He was still passed out from a long night when his mother broke into his room and bombarded him with a flurry of old Timberland boots lying around on his floor... "WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU LAZY BASTARD!!" she screamed.
"WHAT THE FUCK...?!??" yelled MarliQ, after getting clobbered over the head by a stray boot.
"YOU GAVE AMIR DRUGS TO SELL IN SKOOL, DID'N YOU...?!" she accused, holding another shoe she was ready to toss.
"NO!" responded MarliQ, rubbing the growing knot on his head.
"YES YOU DID!" argued Sandra. "THE FUCK'N SKOOL CALLED AND SAID HE WAS CAUGHT ON THE PREMISES WITH 10 VALES OF COCAINE IN HIS SKOOL BAG!! WHERE'S HE GET IT FROM IF NOT FROM YOU...?!??"
"It wasn't from ME...!!" defended MarliQ, ducking as another shoe flew past his head.
"YOU'D BETTA GET DOWN THERE AND FIX THIS...!" she warned, "CUZ IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY BABY..., I'M GONNA TELL THE COPS IT WAS ALL YOU! THAT YOU GAVE HIM THEM DRUGS TO SELL! I DON'T CARE IF THEY THROW YOU IN JAIL!!"
MarliQ got out of bed and started to get dressed. How did Amir get 10 vales of cocaine in his bag? Surely he didn't go through HIS stash? MarliQ ran to the closet and checked to see if his drugs were where he kept them? Sure enough there were still stashed in the back of his closet..!
MarliQ's mom was still cussing and fussing in the kitchen when he finished getting dressed and left to retrieve his little brother. Sandra screamed for MarliQ not to come back" IF he didn't have Amir with him. MarliQ always felt like an outcast, his mother always treated him differently from his younger siblings, treating him harsher, with less love or understanding. If Amir or Ronnie got hurt [when they were younger], she'd baby them with kisses and Band-Aids, while all he got was a slap upside the head and taunting of how he should have known betta!'
MarliQ called up one of his buddies [Jahleem] and asked him to drive him down to his brother's school. Jahleem wheeled through and scooped MarliQ up [a blunt hanging from his lips behind tented windows].
MarliQ got out of the car in front of George Washington Carver High School, then trotted up the steps to the first floor and the principal's office, where they were holding his brother. "I'm here for Amir Johnson..." he said to the secretary, who made MarliQ wait while she went to the principal's office to announce him.
MarliQ took a seat in one of the hard wooden chairs outside the office, as memories of HIS days in school suddenly started flooding his brain. He could practically see himself goofing off in the hallways [spray-painting graffiti on the hall lockers], before hearing the Principal say... "Mr Johnson...come in my office!"
MarliQ nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned around to find Principal Taffy Saunders standing over top of him. "NOW, please..., Mr Johnson!" insisted the older man, leading the way...
MarliQ got up and followed Saunders into his private office [an office MarliQ was all too familiar with]. Saunders took his seat behind his desk, his oval bifocals tipped low over his nose as he occasionally peaked up over the rims judgingly.
It'd been YEARS since MarliQ stepped foot in a school as a student, yet he always felt inadequate whenever he was in the presence of teachers. "I remember YOU..." said The Principal, looking MarliQ over. "...you used to attend school here about 5 years ago...right...?"
"Yeah..." answered MarliQ, laid back in his seat.
"What...?" asked The Principal, giving MarliQ a stern look over his glasses.
MarliQ sat up straight in his seat...
"uh...yes...!" he corrected without being told.
"I remember YOU had a lot of cut classes and truancies on file...!" continued Saunders. "You dropped out too, if I recall correctly...?" he asked/assumed. "Did you ever go back to school to get your GED...?"
"uh...no..."
"What was that...?" asked The Principal.
"um...No, Sir!" answered MarliQ, embarrassed.
"So...what are you doing for yourself now...?" inquired the older man. "Do you work? Where do you work?"
"I don't have a job at the moment..." answered MarliQ, feeling like a failure.
"So what have you been doing with yourself for the past 5 years...?" asked The Principal. "HOW do you support yourself? Surely you're not still living at your mother's house...?"
MarliQ squirmed uncomfortably, with Saunders reading him like a book.
"Can I get my lil' brotha now...?" he requested, hoping to get it all over with.
"I don't think you understand the seriousness of the situation, mr Johnson..." said the older man. "...but Amir was caught by a teacher with a bag full of these tiny vales...!" he added, reaching into his desk to toss 10 jars of narcotics across his desk top. "Do you recognize the contents in these bottles...?"
"Do YOU...?" asked MarliQ, being flipped.
The Principal frowned...
"I wouldn't be getting too SMART if I were you, mr Johnson...!" said the former teacher. "ONE call to the police and Amir will be escorted down to the JDC [Juvenile Detention Center], and his family would be investigated by DHS [The Department Of Human Services]! I'm sure your MOTHER wouldn't want to see yet another of her sons ruining his life in the same manner as you, now would she...?" asked the older man. "I believe ONE bum in the family is more than enough!"
"I'm not a bum!" argued MarliQ, angrily.
"No...?" asked Saunders. "Then how do you support yourself...? Drugs? Is THAT where your brother got his stash of narcotics...? I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it...?"
"I didn't give my brother any drugs...!" defended MarliQ, "I don't know WHERE he got `em from!"
"Well..., one of the teachers SAW him trying to peddle it to another student..." explained Saunders. "...HE'S on his way down here also, to tell you firsthand how he caught your brother in the act!"
"What's gonna happen to Amir...?" asked MarliQ, concerned. "I mean..., is he gonna get suspended for this...?"
"Suspension...?" laughed Saunders, amused by the idea. "I'm afraid you lack the depth of the seriousness of this situation Mr Johnson...! What your brother did doesn't warrant a suspension, it warrants expulsion!"
"Expulsion...?!" gasped MarliQ. "Ain't like anybody got KILLED...! The teacher caught him before he sold anything to anybody...!"
"The fact that he bought DRUGS into the building is sufficient enough reason to expel him! We have an absolute ZERO TOLLERANCE for students corrupting other students with drugs! Perhaps if YOU had been a better role model for your brother..." said Saunders.
"Look, I KNOW I fucked up with Amir...!" pleaded MarliQ, "But he's really a good kid..."
"He's been tardy for school over 30 times this semester..." said Principal Saunders, looking down in Amir's personal file. "...he's been held in detention for cutting classes over 10 times..., he was suspended for running through the GIRLS locker room while they were changing for cheerleading practice..., and he was suspended for fighting twice already this year alone! Not a bad record if he was vying for worse student of the year award!"
"...he'd not a BAD guy, really...!" continued MarliQ, pretending he didn't hear any of that. "If you take away the only thing he has left to keep him out of trouble...I'm scared he might..." MarliQ's voice trailed off a bit...
"Might what...?" asked Saunders, intrigued. "Turn into YOU...?"
"Yeah..." answered MarliQ, meekly.
Saunders looked baffled...
"You want your brother to remain a student at this school...?" asked the Principal.
"Yes...!" answered MarliQ.
"WHAT are you willing to do, --if anything..., to make SURE that happens...?" asked Saunders, curiously.
"ANYTHING!" answered MarliQ, hoping there was a chance of keep his brother enrolled.
Saunders smirked, groping the crotch of his tight slacks...
"Anything, Mr Johnson...?" questioned the older man. "Are you quite SURE of that...?"
MarliQ sat reading Saunders' mind for a minute, then noticed how the old man's hand kept rubbing back and forth over his groin. Getting up from his seat, MarliQ walked around the side of the desk and knelt down before the Principle. Reaching up into his groin, he could feel the outline of the man's stiff dick thought his trousers.
"Why don't you SHOW me some of those skills you've obviously learned in jail..." whispered Saunders, his voice getting husky with lust.
MarliQ unfastened the man's pants, then pulled out his 7.5" uncut dick. Like Saunders himself, the dick was long and skinny, pre-cum already forming at the juicy head. MarliQ licked his lips then leaned forward and took the hardon into his mouth, tasting the older man's nectar. He couldn't believe he was actually on his knees in the Principal's office, sucking the dick of the man who made his life a living hell in high school...!
Principal Saunders couldn't believe his luck. It was always refreshing to see how his old students are coping and getting along in the world. However it's doubly refreshing when bad seeds who thought they were tough shit had to eat humble pie, or in MarliQ's case, had to SUCK humble pie.
Saunders watched MarliQ's head slowly bob in his lap, his hot mouth sealed to his dick like a warm coat on a winter's day. He could feel the fowl mouth boy's soft lips suckling his shaft, smoothing its way up and down the full length, his wet tongue slithering along the underbelly, painting his entire prick wet with saliva. THESE were the times in Principal Saunders' life when all the migraines and screaming headaches from unruly students were worth it. When all the bullshit and nagging parents believing they knew what was best for their children paid off. When he got the chance to make one of the problem kids humble themselves by bowing their heads in his lap and bobbing until he filled their mouths with a delicious delectable snack from his balls.
MarliQ had plenty of experience sucking dick in the past year or more, since his dealer leader [KANE] forced him to submit sexually. MarliQ still didn't understand why HE was picked on? What made HIM so special that Kane singled him out of all the rest? That question burned in MarliQ's brain, causing him to walk through life like a zombie. One day he was the BIG MAN on campus, the next day he was on his knees sucking his best friends' dicks. It was a transformation his brain couldn't catch up with.
"Yeah...SUCK that dick, Johnson..." moaned Principal Saunders, loving every second of MarliQ's warm mouth. He cupped the back of the former student's head, and made him bob faster in his groin. MarliQ surprised the Principal by swallowing his dick whole, taking his prick to the balls, deep in his throat. "OH, YEEEAAAHHH..." moaned Saunders, holding MarliQ's head down. "...take it DEEP!" he cooed.
MarliQ could feel the dick pulsate in his mouth, the head lodged just past the start of his throat. Pulling back, he slid his lips back up the shaft, sucking feverishly upon the head, gathering more pre-cum...
"Oh...should I come back...?" said a male's voice, causing MarliQ's head to pop up over Saunders' desk...
"Lipton..." called Saunders, waving the teacher inside. "...you're just in time...!" he taunted, as Lipton quickly closed the door behind him. "THIS is Amir's older brother..., HE used to be a student here himself...! Mr Johnson, THIS is the teacher that caught your brother trying to sell his paraphilia to another student...!"
"uh...hi..." said MarliQ [awkwardly], his thick lips wet with drooling spit.
"I think it's only fitting that Mr Lipton here also gets a blow job for all his troubles..., don't YOU mr Johnson...?" asked Saunders, slowly stroking his spit wet prick...
"uh..." responded MarliQ, looking back at Lipton's bulging crotch.
"I uh...thanks, Taffy..." said Lipton, reluctantly. "...but I'm not sure I want a GUY swinging on my dick...!" he declined.
"Haven't you EVER wondered what it would feel like to get HEAD from another man...?" asked Saunders, knowing most men wonder if there's a difference? Lipton didn't answer, but Saunders could easily tell by the curious look on his face that the thought had crossed his mind from time to time. "Well HERE'S your chance to find out without anyone else knowing..." he added, offering MarliQ's mouth. "...the dick sucker's RIGHT HERE on the floor, waiting for you...!"
Lipton reached down and started to absentminded massage his crotch, the idea of getting a blow job [experimental or not] arousing to the brain, especially in the middle of a school day. He walked up behind MarliQ, his hardening dick starting to lengthen down his pant leg as his arousal grew. Lipton was younger than Saunders [perhaps by 20 years], closer to 30 as MarliQ reached up to unzip his pants for him...
31 yr old Aaron Lipton was beside himself with appreciation. Usually he heard nothing but complaints from students' families, complaints that his tests are too tough, that their grades were too low, that the teachers picked favorites and left the rest behind. Of all the years Lipton's been working for the Philadelphia School Board, he'd never actually had a family member show appreciation by giving him a blow job. So when 21 yr old MarliQ Johnson reached into his zipper to free his erection, his dick was already rock hard, staring straight into MarliQ's open mouth.
MarliQ pulled the prick out into the open, its long brown shaft staring him face to face as he opened his mouth and leaned forward, enveloping it.
"Yeah...EAT that dick..." demanded Saunders, stroking himself as he watched.
MarliQ enclosed his mouth around the teacher's shaft, sealing his lips, suctioning his mouth as his cheeks hollowed inward. He was doing this for his brother, not himself. He knew his mother would have a FIT if anything happened to her baby. "How's it FEEL, Aaron...?" asked Saunders, watching MarliQ's head bob back and forth.
Lipton looked down to see MarliQ's lips moving up and down his slick wet shaft...
"It feels real goooOOOO...oh shit..." gasped Lipton as his dick was suddenly swallowed to the root. "Damn..." he moaned when he felt MarliQ's throat enclose around his manhood. "...he deep throated me...! It feels fucking amazing!"
MarliQ beamed a little with pride as he took the dick down into his throat. Well versed in pleasing pricks after being inducted into the art of man/man sex, he nestled his nose in Lipton's pubes [smelling the man's intoxicating groin] before pulling back and dragging his full lips back up towards the head. "I could definitely get USED to this..." stated the homeroom teacher. "...fuck bringing the teacher an apple, HEAD is always better!"
Principal Saunders stood up beside Lipton [his prick still standing outside his zipper as well], presenting MarliQ with 2 dicks to suck. MarliQ looked up at the 2 men standing before him, two officials of the Philadelphia school system, respected men by everyone who knew them, literally fucking his face with an office full of faculty workers sitting just outside the door.
"DAMN this guy can suck dick...!" complimented Lipton, loving the warm fleshy throat plunging around his shaft.
"Wonder if he's any good at the OTHER end...?" questioned Saunders, lifting the tail of MarliQ's oversized shirt to reveal his low hanging trousers and high waisted boxer shorts.
MarliQ could feel the Principal's hand sliding down over his bottom, and began to panic when he felt Saunders' fingers rubbing over his pucker. The Principal was surprised at how easily his finger(s) slipped into the moist bunghole. Pulling the finger back out, Saunders curiously lifted the digit to his nose for inspection... "He's been FUCKED recently..." he informed, smelling the semen on his fingertips. "...he has CUM in his asshole!"
"Oh REALLY...?" inquired Lipton, definitely interested.
MarliQ recalled getting fucked [just that morning] by his mother's bar friend/lover, Manny Michaels [last chapter], suddenly reminded that it was HIS load Saunders was referring to.
Principal Saunders got down onto his knees behind MarliQ on the floor, then aligned his dick up between his fat ass cheeks before pushing in. MarliQ had been hoping to get away with only performing blow jobs [the price to pay for his brother's freedom].
"Oh yeeeaahhhh..." moaned Saunders as his dick sank into the warm moist hole, grinding his groin against the 21 yr old's backside. MarliQ felt trapped between the two men as they used his mouth and ass for their own pleasures.
"Is it SAFE in here...?" asked Lipton, concerned someone might walk in on them.
"Completely!" said Saunders. "No one disturbs me when I'm IN with a parent or guardian...!"
"Great!" responded Lipton, grabbing the back of MarliQ's head as he started to fuck his face.
MarliQ could feel the homeroom teacher thrusting in and out of his mouth, driving his hips into his face as he drove his dick down his throat with each stroke. At the same time Principal Saunders was holding onto his waist, thrusting up into his ass as they knelt on the floor of his office. MarliQ could feel the dicks thrusting into him from both ends, both penetrating his wet holes as they began pummeling their ways through him.
"Damn, he's good...!" stated Lipton, noticing how easily MarliQ was able to swallow his 8.5" dick with every stroke.
"I suspect he's learned his craft on the streets in some drug gang..." surmised Saunders, fucking steadily. "...OR in some crowded jail cell, getting fucked repeatedly by murderers and rapists!"
"So...WHICH is it man...?" asked Lipton, staring down into MarliQ's eyes as he continued fucking his face.
MarliQ couldn't possibly answer with the man plunging his dick balls deep down his throat with every thrust. He HATED that the Principle thought he had him all summed up after only 5 minutes of meeting him. He HATED it even more that the old man seemed to be right on the money with most of his assumptions, it made MarliQ wonder if Amir had been telling the man things about him secretly?
"How's that ASS feel...?" asked Lipton, watching Saunders fuck.
"Nearly as good as his mouth...!" answered the aging Principal. "Maybe we should switch...?" he offered, figuring the younger teacher would enjoy fucking more?
"I'm game!" smiled Lipton, withdrawing from MarliQ's mouth.
MarliQ felt Saunders thrust in a few more times, reluctant about pulling out. He finally withdrew after a moment, as Lipton pulled MarliQ up to his feet and over Saunders' desk. MarliQ allowed himself to be directed as he laid flat over his stomach. Lipton stood in behind him as he peeled apart the big man's fat cheeks to get a good look at his hole...
"Nice..." was all he said before aiming his dick up between the hairy cheeks and sliding in.
"UHHH..." moaned MarliQ, feeling the dick squeeze into his ass.
Lipton ground his pubic bone against MarliQ's ass, stretching the anal ring as he churned his brown lance around inside before thrusting back and forth. Pulling back, he looked down to watch his dick emerge from between MarliQ's cheeks before changing directions and thrusting back in. MarliQ grunted as the dick buried its way inside him, the teacher's pelvis slapping into his meaty mounds as he drove his dick back in 8.5 inches deep.
MarliQ couldn't believe his situation. Once again he was put in the awkward position of submitting to a man, giving up his anus sexually as a man he'd never intended to submit to took full advantage of his confusion.
Like most heterosexual males, 31 yr old Aaron Lipton was a straight man who never really gave two shits about gays or gay sex. But as a teacher in the public school system, he'd come across a lot of questionable teens who's sexualities weren't quite yet defined. Some even fixated on him, generating inappropriate crushes. Even then, while the idea of guys on guys may have crept into his thoughts, Lipton never acted on any opportunities, not wanting to further confuse any already confused teenagers who still had a chance of becoming hetero.
However the intrigue of anal sex often made Lipton curious about male/male sex. Of course he never thought he'd ever actually TRY it, but he sometimes wondered how different it might feel compared to fucking women? Lipton HAD indeed experiments anally with ex-girlfriends, so he was aware what anal sex felt like, however he still had the nagging curiosity in the back of his head questioning if it were somehow different or HOTTER with a man? Now as he plunged his dick steadily in MarliQ Johnson's ample backside, he finally knew the answer to that question...
"How IS it, Lipton...?" asked Saunders curiously, watching the home teacher fuck steadily in and out of MarliQ's big boy ass.
"It's fucking GREAT!" answered the teacher, loving the strength and power it gave him over the man he was fucking. Every thrust into MarliQ's ass sent his dick 8 and 1/2 inches deep, causing the younger [but bigger] man lying across the desk to grunt like a bitch. Getting drunk on power, Lipton began fucking harder, slapping his pelvis against the big man's buttock, his balls swaying back and forth underneath.
Lipton stood behind MarliQ's bent body as he pried his fingers between the meaty ass cheeks and forcibly pulled them apart to get a better view of his brown dick sliding in and out of the vulnerable hole. His dick glistened with the remains of Manny Michael's last load, the spent semen clinging to his slick shaft and making fucking much easier.
"Damn..., LOOK at that shit..." encouraged Saunders, watching Lipton's dick thrust in and out of MarliQ's exposed ass. "...looks just like a PUSSY wrapped around your dick, man...!"
"FEELS like pussy too...!" informed Lipton, taking deeper harder strokes, unable to remember the last time he was so enthralled about sex and fucking another person.
"Pull out..." insisted Saunders, ready to get back in the saddle. "...I want to FEEL some of that ass again...!"
"In a minute..." said Lipton, letting go of MarliQ's ass cheeks to grasp onto his waistline as he continued thrusting. "...I'm getting close..." he announced, closing his eyes as he imagined his woman lying under him, her big titties bouncing back and forth after every inward stroke.
Saunders stroked his own dick as he waited his turn. With MarliQ's mouth still available, he stepped a foot or so closer to the 21 yr old's mouth as he presented his dick for more sucking. MarliQ [moaning and groaning slowly under the anal assault] took the tip of Saunders' dick between his lips as he polished the head. Saunders continued to stroke his dick as MarliQ suckled the head, groaning around the mouthful as Lipton picked up the pace and started slamming him from behind.
"FUCK..." cursed the man, gripping the back of MarliQ's shirt as he fucked, loud slapping sounds emitting throughout the room. "...this ass's fucking WONDERFUL! I can't get e-fucking-nough of it!"
"shhh..." warned Saunders, knowing if Lipton got any louder the office staff might hear him. But Lipton was too far gone to give a fuck about who overheard him getting off. He hammered hard into MarliQ's ass, ramming his dick in and out as fast as he could. He could feel his balls drawing up near to the base of his shaft, preparing to unload their cargo.
MarliQ was grunting around Saunders' dickhead as The Principal continued to masturbate into his mouth. By now MarliQ's own 9" dick was slapping hard against the desk, fully aroused as MarliQ gave his body over to the lustful men.
"Shit Taffy, I'm about to CUM...!" blurted Lipton, pounding MarliQ's backdoor harder than any woman he'd ever fucked before. Ramming in one last time, he shoved all the way inside and unloaded, grinding hard against the meaty flesh. "AAARRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" he wailed, his churning balls contracting wildly as they threw up a new load of warm gushing semen.
MarliQ could feel the teacher grinding against him, his dick 8.5 inches deep inside his gut as it filled him full of warm ball juice, the dick jumping and jerking with a life of its own.
"Oh shit..." gasped Saunders at that very moment, shooting a creamy streak of sperm across MarliQ's left facial cheeks as he fisted his own erection. MarliQ was surprised by the burst [which he had been fully expecting to return to his ass], but managed to capture the spurting prick back between his lips as it finished off coming in his oral cavity. "..oh yeah...shit...I'm coming...oh yeah...take that load...eat it...!" encouraged The Principal, as he filled MarliQ's mouth with his load.
Both men lay in a moment of rest, both taking a minute to recuperate as their draining dicks remained inside MarliQ's accepting orifices. The two school officials looked at each other weakly with embarrassment, their deep heterosexual roots coming back to life as their dicks shrank back to normal size.
Both men pulled out of MarliQ's well used holes as they pulled up their pants and tucked away their limp satisfied manhoods. MarliQ slowly rose up from Principal Saunders' desk [the only one who hadn't yet cum], with the taste of sperm in his mouth, streaking across his left facial cheek, and swimming around in his well fucked ass.
"If you're finished with your `talk' with Mr Johnson, Aaron...you can return to your classroom...!" excused Saunders officially, getting back into Principal mode.
"Yeah..." answered Lipton, awkwardly. "...my free period's over..." he said, just as the bell rang for the changing of classes. "...it was nice meeting you, Mr Johnson...!" he added, shaking MarliQ's hand before exiting quickly.
Saunders handed MarliQ a tissue off his desk to clean his face with...
"You can pick Amir up in room 101..." he informed, getting back to work. "...I hope he does well at his NEXT school...!"
"Huh...?" questioned MarliQ, dumbfounded. "Whadda mean his NEXT skool...? Yur kickin' my lil' brotha out...?!"
"Like I said before, Mr Johnson..., these accusations against Amir are very serious...! While we're willing to leave the police out of it and prevent Amir from having a juvenile record...we just simply CAN'T have him in this school offering drugs to other students...! He HAS to be expelled!"
"But..." said MarliQ, his mouth agape as he relived the fucking he just received... "...what about what just happened...? I thought all THAT was to keep him from bein' expelled...?"
"Oh NO..." disputed Saunders, "...THAT was just to keep me from alerting the police...! Amir is free to register at any other public high school of his choice..., just NOT this one!" said Saunders, sticking to his guns.
MarliQ felt completed suckered as he left the office, finding an angry Amir sitting in detention hall.
"What took you so fuckin' long...?!" asked the teenager, grabbing his book bag as he flipped it up over his shoulder to leave.
MarliQ grabbed his brother by the collar, then physically hemmed him up against the classroom wall...
"That was the STUPIDEST thing you've eva done!" he yelled, his voice and tone scaring his little brother more than he'd ever admit. "WHERE did you get 10 vales of Coke from...?" he inquired, putting the squeeze on Amir's neck when he didn't answer...
"C...C...COLE gave it to me, alright...?!" answered the boy, struggling to get from under his brother's hold.
MarliQ's eyes cross over red...
"Get yur dumbass out to the car...!" he ordered, shoving Amir in the back of the head as he thought of ways of killing the young neighborhood drug dealer without getting caught...
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ROSWELL HEIGHTS
17 yr old Cole Richman was hanging outside the housing projects when MarliQ pulled up in Jahleem's car. "HEY..." he called when he saw Amir getting out of the car with his brother.
Jahleem waited as MarliQ and his brother got out of his car, and couldn't help but notice wet stains in the seat of MarliQ's pants, and strong indication that something was afoul with his fellow gang member... "...YO Mir..., c'mere!" ordered Cole.
"Naw..." intervened MarliQ, pushing his brother towards the building. "...YOU ain't goin' nowhere...! Take yur lil' ass upstairs and tell MOM why yur expelled from skool! How bout that?" he ordered, sending his brother on his way.
"YO Amir..." yelled Cole, trying to get the boy's attention as he disappeared into B-Building.
MarliQ walked over to where Cole was...
"You gotta lotta fuckin' NERVE givin' my lil' brotha DRUGS to sell in his skool...!" yelled MarliQ, visibly angry. "He got expelled cuz'a YOU!"
"What happened to the product...?" asked Cole, more concerned over his drugs than Amir's welfare. "If he LOST my shit, he still owes me money for it!"
"MY brotha don't OWE you shyt!" snapped MarliQ, 2 seconds away from ripping Cole a new asshole. "My brotha's only 16..., don't step to him again about this shyt again, or I swear...!" warned the bigger man, fighting to hold back from killing Cole on the spot.
"I was only 13 when I got inducted into Kane's gang...!" reminded Cole. "Ain't NObody gave a SHIT about me when I was out here hustlin' with the rest of you! WHY should YUR lil' brother be any different...?" he asked.
"Cuz he's MY brotha..." answered MarliQ, as Jahleem got out the car to join him... "...and if anythin' happens to him, it's MY ass in the line of fire with my mom!"
Cole laughed, cockily...
"Like I give a shit about yur mom...!" he said coldly, causing MarliQ to see red. "IF Amir wanna drop outta school and sell dope for me..., I'm'a let him do it! In fact..." smirked Cole, giving it some thought, "...I think I might even have to INITIATE him into the club!" he teased, grabbing his crotch at the idea of fucking MarliQ's brother... "You remember HOW we initiate members around here, don't'cha MarliQ...? I wonder IF Amir's ass is as good as YOURS...?" he asked before walking away. Jahleem had to hold MarliQ back from killing the boy in broad daylight in front of over a 100 witnesses...
"This shyt ain't ova...!" yelled MarliQ, as Jahleem pulled him from the brink of murder...
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com aka EUGENE MARVIN ________________________________________________ To leave comments, questions, and/or suggests, write me at address above, or hit me up on Facebook for updates on what I'm currently working on.