THE DISTRICT-26 Two Way Street
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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CITY HALL
52 yr old mayor candidate David McConnell accompanied his 21 yr old son [Elliott] to the police Inquiry relating to his SEX video, which had been broadcasted publically over the media networks some weeks/months ago [back in chap-13, pt-3].
The media shot footage of McConnell walking in with his lawyers, while Elliott McConnell shielded his face from view.
INSIDE: the public nor the media were allowed into the courtroom, as representatives for the Internal Order of Police determined whether or not to terminate Elliott McConnell's employment as an officer, and/or charge him criminally for actions unbecoming of an officer.
McConnell's lawyers argued that he did the video some time ago, BEFORE he became a police officer. They also argued it was within Elliott's rights to express himself as he saw fit for private viewing, saying he had no intentions of ever showing the video publically. Representatives for the Phila PD argued that Elliott's video was an embarrassment to the department, as well as a distraction for his fellow officers who had to work with the public perception. They were careful to point out that they had no issues with Elliott's sexuality, but that his decision to make pornographic material, no matter what his age at the time, showed poor judgment to his character and undermined the integrity of the department as a whole.
The hearing took hours, with arguments from both sides scoring major victories. However, there was an overwhelming majority vote to terminate Elliott's employment, siting his actions unbecoming of a policeman. The criminal charges were dropped, allowing Elliott to leave the courthouse with his father.
The media questioned McConnell and his son upon exiting the courthouse. McConnell expressed his grief that the board ruled against his son, siting him for a video he made BEFORE he was a cop. McConnell's lawyers informed the media that they fully intended to pursue whoever was responsible for stealing and submitting the video to the networks. While Elliott simply express his gratitude for not being charged for any criminal wrong doing.
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LATER
McConnell returned to his campaign headquarters in Manayunk, ready to focus his sights on the election. His campaign assistant [Brian Dunn] was there waiting with a plethora of ideas for the upcoming weeks. His lover [Ramone Davenport] was also there, showing his support.
Dunn watched as Ramone greeted McConnell in his private office with a long hug, and a brief kiss.
"I saw what happened on the news..." he said after breaking away. "...how are you feeling...?"
"Disappointed..." said McConnell, honestly. "...but I'm not going to dwell on it..." he added, enthusiastically. "...I'm ready to start campaigning again!"
"Good to hear..." chimed in Dunn, having stood in the background to give them the air of privacy. "...because we have A LOT on our plate to catch up to reverend Holmes's lead!"
"I'm not worried about Holmes' lead, Brian..." announced McConnell. "...our campaigns are very different..., I expect Holmes to have a higher percentage after trashing my son's misfortunes in public...!"
"Then maybe we oughta start trashing BACK...!" suggested Ramone.
"I don't want to start an election war...!" declared McConnell.
"You already have one, rather YOU want one or not...!" argued Ramone. "Holmes have been using every negative ploy he could against you..., I think it's high time WE started slinging some trash of our own!"
"Ramone's right..." agreed Dunn. "...no matter how clean you try to keep your campaign, reverend Holmes is willing to do whatever he needs to do to get the lead...! If people start believing his claims, OR start to believe you may be too scared to confront him publically..., they may begin to think you're too weak for the job...!"
McConnell thought long and hard. He never wanted to `stoop' to his opponent's level, but he also had to consider HOW his silence might look to the voting public...?
"Okay..." he said, taking his advisor's recommendation. "...WHAT do we have in Holmes...?"
"Well..., he's a reverend..." said Ramone, "...shouldn't be hard to dig up some dirt from his past...!"
"Okay..., let's see what we can find out..." said McConnell, "...THEN we'll make our decision...!"
"I'll get right ON it, David...!" said Dunn, touching McConnell intimately on the arm. Ramone noticed the touch, and McConnell's uncomfortable awkwardness afterwards...
As a detective, Ramone was trained to watch people's body language and facial expressions, to read between the lines and trust his gut instincts. When he noticed McConnell starting to barely make eye contact with Dunn as Dunn went over campaign strategies, AND the way Dunn was beginning to LOOK at David, --lingering longingly near, behind, or around his boyfriend every chance he got with a HANGDOG expression on his face..., --Davenport knew something was wrong.
McConnell had tried to keep his distance from Brian Dunn after their brief encounter [back in chapter-16], but things were really starting to feel intense, especially with his lover [Ramone] watching them so suspiciously from a distance. He knew Ramone was a good detective and an expert at reading body language, so he tried not to show any discomforts about being around his advisor, but could tell he was failing miserably, --which bought back recent memories for Ramone, memories of hearing David in bed, moaning Dunn's name one morning while HE was preforming fellatio [chap-18]...
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NORTH PHILLY
Philadelphia police detectives Malik Jones and his partner Maleece Cortez sat at their desks inside the 23rd Precinct, going over current cases and trying to come up with new strategies, when Marvin Rollins [Malik's ex-lover] walked into the squad-room...
"Yo..." said Maleece [seeing Marvin walking up from behind], signaling his partner...
Malik saw Maleece's facial expression, then turned around to see what he was looking at...?
"Can we talk...?" asked Marvin, humbly.
Malik felt a cold chill run up his spine. He glanced around the squad-room, looking to see if anyone noticed his apprehension? Marvin continued to move in closer, making Malik feel severely nervous.
"I don't really have anything to say right now..." was all Malik could find in his vocabulary, a lump already forming in his throat.
"Malik..." said Marvin, his deep baritone voice sending nails though Malik's heart. "...you HAVE to let me explain..."
"You already explained, Marvin..." said Malik, not wanting to discuss it any further.
"Tell me..., WHAT can I say...? WHAT can I do to make you understand how sorry I am...?" asked Marvin, starting to cause people to notice...
Malik looked as embarrassed as he did irritated...
"Marvin, please...not now..." he protested, needing space.
"Can't we just...GO somewhere an' TALK...?" asked Marvin, stepping in closer, his electrified body within inches of Malik. Maleece could see Malik beginning to grow uneasy, losing courage as Marvin's magnetic heat began to get to him.
Marvin knew all he needed was to get Malik alone for a moment. He KNEW once he got him alone, he could romance the officer with a strong hug, a firm kiss, and an aggressive fucking. Fucking got Marvin out of all of his tough spots with Malik. In fact, there wasn't a time where Marvin couldn't remember his dick NOT getting him out of a rough spot.
He moved in closer, knowing Malik wouldn't be able to resist his animal magnetism up close. He knew people were beginning to watch. He knew Malik's sexuality was DL at work, and that the detective would eventually have to consent to moving their public show to a private room to prevent being outed, but Marvin was prepared to do whatever he must to get Malik's attention, even if that mean kissing him full length on the lips in front of everyone!
"C'mon Malik..." he sweet-talked, pouring on the charm.
Maleece watched curiously, knowing Malik would eventually fold like a paper chair. But Malik surprised everyone when instead of giving in, he ordered a nearby officer to...
"Check this guy for drugs and weapons...!"
The police officer walking by looked surprised [as did Marvin and Maleece], but did as told as he ordered Marvin to spread his legs and place his arms up behind his head. Marvin gave Malik a dirty look as Malik backed away, giving the officer room to maneuver.
He began by patting down Marvin's sides, hips, thighs, and legs for weapons. Then he traced his heads up on the inside, feeling up into his crotch. Malik could see Marvin's dick bulge starting to stir and lengthen as the officer felt around. The cop felt Marvin's steel pier also, but ignored it, knowing it wasn't the lethal weapon he was searching for.
Marvin glared at Malik when his dick grew, knowing Malik couldn't take his eyes off it. Then the officer started to roam through Marvin's pockets, and PAYDIRT...
"Narcotics!" called the officer, showing Malik a handful of Marijuana packets.
"Arrest him!" ordered Malik, walking towards the side exit.
"Awe I don't fuckin' b'lieve this shyt...!" complained Marvin, as his hands were being cuffed behind his back. "MALIK...! Really...?!" he asked, as Malik disappeared out the backdoor.
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Malik practically RAN outside for some fresh air. He stood in the parking lot, staring up at the sky as if praying for answers and strength. Maleece walked out the side exit to find his partner in dire straits. "I know that wasn't easy for you..." he said, knowing Malik needed all the encouragement he could get without McConnell around.
"You THINK...?" asked Malik, sarcastically.
The two men looked at each other, then started laughing... "I thought Marvin's head was going to explode when I told that officer to BOOK him!"
"I thought WE were gonna have to taser his ass...!" joked Maleece. "How BIG is that mother fucker anyway...? 6'2"...?"
"6'1"..." answered Malik. "...200 pounds of rock solid muscle though...!" he added, as if fantasizing.
"uh-huh..." said Maleece suspiciously, as if reading Malik's thoughts. "WHAT made you arrest him?"
"I KNEW Marvin had gone back to drug dealing..." answered Malik. "...and I KNEW he would be arrogant enough to walk up into a Precinct with narcotics or a weapon on him, figuring I'd have his back...!"
"HIS mistake I guess, eh...?" chuckled Maleece. "Well..." he added, patting his partner on the back... "...guess you'll be hiding out with me and Jake for a while...! Cuz if Marvin gets out, he's definitely gonna come looking for you!"
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WEST PHILLY
Living 2 lives isn't easy. On the one hand, DeWayne Wright and his wife Dedra were honored at The Black Businessmen Association for their string of barber shops and spas. They found themselves shaking hands with the city's current mayor, as well as other prominent black politicians and businessmen being honored at the celebration. All the while on the other hand, they doubled as 2 of the city's biggest drug lords, bringing in nearly 100x the revenue of their legal businesses.
Precious few know that the celebrated couple were responsible for half the drugs floating through the city. As one of the Heads of The Underground [a league of drug dealers posing as legal businessmen], DMoney was arguably the most powerful drug dealer in Philadelphia, with territories reaching from North Philly, to West Philly, Southwest, as well as the Northeast. Of all the neighborhoods in the area, only South Philly was off limits, with a long time claim from The Italian Mafia. Before his death, Whinny [The POOH] Graham made a deal with The Vincelli Family to allow distribution of his narcotics in South Philly [particularly Roswell Heights, a black community within the white/Italian neighborhood], with The Vincelli's making a substantial profit. It's a deal that still stands in place, greatly in part by DMoney's biggest rival: Winston Sinclair [aka KANE].
KANE however in turn, had branched out to DMoney's wingman [KOBE] to distribute a new brand of narcotic called: FUC into Money's territories. Money saw FUC as a dangerously unstable drug, which would eventually ruin their cliental and devastate any neighborhoods dumb enough to push it. Money had no idea that his trusted wingman is working deals with his rivals behind his back, but it was Kobe's intentions to take Money's job as CEO and Head of the Underground, leaving Money with nothing but his shops.
Kobe sat by Money's side at the celebration luncheon, sharing in the moment as his bosses took to the stage to receive their plaque, and gave an overwhelming heart wrenching testimony about the struggle of black business owners in corporate America.
All the while Money and his wife were on stage, Kobe sat at their table with a hardon, imagining the next time he'd get his dick up his boss's ass. When the couple came back to their table [after a roaring applause], Money sat next to his wingman while his wife showed the plaque off to her neighboring guests. Kobe took that opportunity to guide Money's hands down under the table to the stiff log he had growing in his suit pants. Money tried to act casual above the table [smiling, talking, interacting, etc...], while groping Kobe's monster erection underneath. Neither man gave any indication to what they were doing as Kobe acted nonchalant while his dick pulsed and throbbed with genuine excitement.
"So wussup...?" he whispered to Money, ready for some action.
Money reached into his pocket and pressed the ringer on his cell phone. Dedra heard the familiar jingle, as Money placed the phone to his ear...
"Sorry baby, I gotta take this..." he said, excusing himself.
"No problem baby, handle your business...!" she said, as he gave her a quick kiss before dashing out into the hall.
"I'd better see if everythin's okay..." suggested Kobe, getting up to follow him out [with Dedra's blessings].
The 2 men met in the hallway, but it was a big luncheon and there were people everywhere. Darting into the restroom or stairwell was far too risky, so Money got the idea to use the limousine service they arrived in.
Stepping outside, they found the limousine stand where their driver [and other hired drivers for the night] parked and gathered. Money explained to his chauffeur that he and his assistant had an urgent business meeting to discuss over phone conference, and needed the privacy of the limo without being disturbed. The driver looked at the 2 virile black men [dressed auspiciously in dark suits and ties], and bought their story hook, line, and sinker.
Money and Kobe climbed into the back of their limo, then started to feel and grope each other like 2 eager teens on prom night. Money tried to kiss as Kobe coldly pulled away, avoiding the sexy man's lips as he unzipped his pants and freed his erection for sucking.
Taking the hint, Money went down on Kobe's prize possession, kissing and suckling the bullet shaped head before taking as much of the centerpiece into his mouth as possible. Kobe leaned back against the leather seats and watched his drug boss go down on his dick. `If only Kane and the guys could see me now...' –he thought to himself as Money stretched his lips to swallow as much of his crank as he could without choking.
Money [having serviced the drug lord POOH sexually for some time] was no novice to sucking dick. POOH had a commanding 10.5" wrist thick dick, and wanted the entire prick sucked when he wanted head. Money had to learn how to eat POOH's dick to POOH's liking, or choke on his own vomit trying. Eventually Money learned how to house most of POOH's outrageous python, which in turn enhanced his suck skills tremendously. Money never saw himself as a receiver sexually, but the void created by Pooh caused his body to crave something different every now and then, something fucking his wife or some wayward dealer up the ass couldn't cure. Knowing he had a street image to uphold, he was very selective about WHO he'd allow to fuck him, knowing they had to have earned his trust.
Kobe watched Money swallowing his dick nearly to the root without choking, and figured Money HAD to be some big time undercover fag to accomplish such a feat. What REAL thug knows how to eat dick like a prostitute? Kobe grabbed the back of Money head, then started force bobbing him up and down in his lap, making him pick up the pace and depth of his suck.
Money liked Kobe's aggression as he suddenly started to take charge of the show. He allowed Kobe to fuck his face, speeding the dick between his lips as the dick started to penetrate his throat. Kobe watched as saliva escaped Money's mouth, drooling down the sides of his strong prick to mingle in with his balls. Kobe forced Money's head all the way down in his lap, making him deep throat as Money's face pressed into his groin, his lips down around the base of his dick.
Money held the dick in his throat for several seconds, until his body began to reject the steely object as he started to lurch. Money pulled back abruptly, lifting OFF Kobe's dick as the spit wet prick swung free, shifting from side to side as if it might suddenly topple over...
"Yo, wussup...? You tryinna CHOKE me or somethin'...?" asked the handsome man [wiping his wet mouth off on his sleeve].
"Naw..." said Kobe, reaching down to undo Money's pants. "...I just can't wait to git into that ASS!" he stated, pulling at the waistline.
Money lifted his ass, allowing the pants to be pulled down around his ankles as his own 8.5" erection spilled out into the open. Kobe lifted Money's legs, rolling them up over his head to expose his ass. Without any lubricant, Kobe knew he would have to use his saliva to get into Money's hot ass. Money watched as Kobe licked his lip, then lowered his head into his ass, wedging his face between the firm cheeks as he began licking and sucking the hot hole.
"Fuck man...eat that ass..." moaned Money, feeling his wingman's tongue washing over his pucker. His own dick remained hard over his head as his ass was eaten. He could look up between his parted knees and see the top of Kobe's head from the eyes up. The two men stared at each other as their lusts began to grow. Money loved seeing Kobe's face buried in his ass, feeling his tongue working over his asshole as he prepared to fuck it soon. Kobe loved seeing Money in submissive positions, on his back with his legs lifted in missionary position like a woman. He watched Money's eyes glaze over as he got his pussy ate, knowing his tongue was making the drug boss crave his dick.
Kobe lifted his face from Money's ass and positioned his erection between the spit wet cheeks. Rubbing the head against the moist anus, he aligned his mouth over the asshole and drooled more saliva down onto the target, saturating it in spit before pressing his dickhead into the hole.
Money felt the dick pushing into him, stretching his anus open as it slipped and slide into him. He closed his eyes and concentrated to trying to relax his anal muscles, knowing it would make for easier fucking. He stroked his dick casually as Kobe moved into him, pressing his pubic bone against his ass and grinding inwardly, churning his meat around in the boss man's gut.
"Shit that's tight..." moaned Kobe, loving how Money's anal ring snapped shut around his embedded dick to hold him inside.
Without waiting, he started pulling back and thrusting forth, fucking the boss's ass as he drove himself in and out. Money could feel the dick starting to move through him, even as he continued to close his eyes and stroke himself. Kobe definitely had a knack for scratching Money's itch as he felt the dick moving in and out of his rectum.
Kobe pulled Money's pants and underwear off at the ankles to free his legs, then pushed them apart as he leaned in over Money's prone torso in pushup position. Money unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled his tie aside [exposing his killer abs and chest] so his clothes wouldn't get messed up when he came. He looked up into Kobe's eyes as the wingman continued to stare down at him, alternating watching Money's facial expressions and watching his dick disappear up his ass.
The 2 men knew they didn't have long to fuck [they never did in their line of work and lifestyles], as they seriously got down to business.
From outside, the driver [who had been chatting it up with the other limo drivers] happened to look back and notice his limo starting to rock back and forth. Excusing himself, he gingerly walked over to the limousine, and listened.
Inside he could hear mild groaning and grunting. He tried peeking in though the tented windows, but couldn't see anything and didn't want to risk being caught as a Peeping Tom, so he backed off.
Kobe and Money had no idea they had attracted anyone's attention, they simply kept right on fucking as Kobe rested on his arms [as stilts], ramming his hips into Money's ass repeatedly as he drove his dick home with every thrust.
Money took every stroke like a champ, his body quickly absorbing the powerful impacts of Kobe's hips as they slammed into him over and over, driving his dick straight through his bowels. Money held his own legs up and open on either side of Kobe's pumping hips, his ass the perfect cushion as Kobe's pelvic bone slapped into him again and again. Money stroked his own hard dick, manipulating himself into believing he was fucking as his fist stroked repeatedly over the sensitive head and shaft. His body accepted Kobe's dick as it slid frantically through him, stretching out his anus with every inward thrust.
Kobe could feel his lust building as he fucked, his 9" erection sank through Money's tight clinging anus with a lot of friction. Without sufficient lubricant, he could feel every hair on Money's hole as the anal ring squeezed and tightened about him with a chokehold. At one point it became so dry that Kobe had to pull out and add more spit.
Money took advantage of Kobe's withdraw to get down on his hands and knees between the seats, presenting his ass for more fucking in doggy position. Kobe spit into his palm to moisten his erection while Money spit onto his fingers to wet his anus from between his legs. Kobe got into position behind him, sinking his erection back inside. Money felt the dick sliding through him, taking control of his body again as Kobe's big hands wrapped about his waist, pulling him back into him.
After grinding against Money's ass [churning his dick home], Kobe began fucking, pulling back and pushing forth, sliding in and out as he resumed his pace. Money held his balance on one hand, while stroking his own erection with the other. He could feel Kobe pulling on his waist, fucking his ass from behind, the added saliva causing for a smoother fuck as it slid though the gripping anal muscles.
Money felt the dick sliding through his ring, battering against the anal muscles until they finally gave up fighting and simply started sucking the shaft. He could feel Kobe pulling back until only the head remained inside, before shoving back through and fucking him deep. The deep probing thrusts sent electric jolts through Money's innards, causing a positive reaction in his loins.
"UHHH YEAH..." moaned Money, as his dick started to throb in his stroking fist. He parted his knees further and crouched down closer to the carpeted floor of the limousine, giving his fucker deeper access into his roost as he pumped his fist along the head and shaft of his pulsating dick. Kobe could feel Money's asshole starting to manipulate his thrusting dick, sucking him firmly as he pushed in and out. "...FUCK..." cursed Money as his lifted up on one hand, hosing his load out all over the floor carpet. "UUURRRHHHHHHHH...!!"
Kobe could FEEL Money's asshole seizing up on his dick, the anal muscles gripping him tighter as he continued to fuck, squeezing through the flexing hole as the anal ring clamped down in spasmodic rhythm.
"Shit..." cursed Kobe, feeling Money's asshole pulsing around him as he thrust. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off coming with Money's pussy sucking him off so grandly. Kobe gripped his boss's hips tighter as he fucked, hammering hard into his backside as he pounded his way through the backdoor until his own dick swelled in size and started shooting out pulse and pulse of thick white liquid... "UUURRRHHH SSSHHHHIIITTTTTTTTTTTT...!!" he cried, coming hard as the sperm wrenched from his body like thorns shooting through his urethra. "AARRHHHHHH...!" he screamed as he fell against Money's back, both men collapsing to the floor as Kobe's dick pulsated and pumped fresh nut into Money's bowels.
Money could feel Kobe's heart pounding against his back as he laid flat on top of him, draining his dick off inside him. He waited until Kobe gathered enough strength to pick himself up, withdrawing from his ass as he found a seat and started redressing. Money followed suit, as he lifted his body from the floor of the limo, then found a towel to clean himself off.
"How do you DO it...?" asked Kobe, watching Money wipe the cum from his dick and ass crack before sliding into his draws and pants.
"Do what...?" asked Money curiously, wondering what his bul was talking about?
"How do you come out here in the middle of an event with your WIFE...get fucked by another MAN, then walk back into the party like nothin' ever happened...?" questioned Kobe, wondering how Money pulled off being a homo for so long without the whole world knowing it?
Money chuckled...
"Men's been doin' THAT forever...!" he said, fastening his pants. "How many times have a nigga slipped outta house to score with his girlfriend, then slip back IN without his women knowin' where he been...? Its fuck-rule 101!" he laughed.
"But I ain't yur girlfriend..." corrected Kobe, causing Money to look over at him as he slipped back on his shoes...
"No..." answered Money, NOW seeing where Kobe was going with his question. "...but it holds the same principle...!" he added.
"You don't feel FUNNY goin' back to yur WIFE after just gettin' butt fucked by another dude...?" asked Kobe, getting personal.
"Naw..." answered Money. "...cuz I know 9 times outta 10, I can whop the nigga's ass I LET fuck me if I had to...!" he clarified, shutting Kobe up. "Listen..., don't think just cuz I let you do what you do to me, that I ain't the same guy I was BEFORE..., cuz I am! We can continue goin' forward like we are, occasionally messin' around when the feelin' strikes..., OR we can go back to where it was, with you just bein' my wingman and nothin' more...! Which do YOU want...?"
"I'm cool with fuckin' around...!" answered Kobe, realizing he was about to lose out on more ass.
"Okay..." said Money, opening the back door before exiting. "...so let's get back IN there and finish celebratin'...!" he smiled, taking the lead as he and Kobe went back into the Hall.
The driver watched the 2 men disappear back into the building, to finish eating their expensive food and champagne while he waited outside for them to decide to leave. He didn't know exactly WHO DeWayne Wright was when he picked him up for his gig, but he knew he was a prominent businessman with his own set of shops and money. He climbed into the back of the limo to investigate the area, and quickly found a wet stain on the carpet that wasn't there before. A quick analysis with his nose confirmed the stain to be semen, leaving him to believe the 2 straight men he drove into the celebration tonight, wasn't quite straight at all as his mind began to wonder just how much money he could get out of them to keep his mouth shut...?
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