THE DISTRICT-3
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WEST PHILLY
24 year old DeWayne Wright (otherwise known as DMoney) got up from a restless night's sleep. His wife (Dedra) was still sound asleep with the baby between them as he stumbled into the large master bathroom, ran cold water into the basin, then splashed his face. Looking up into the mirror, Money realized he was going through withdrawal for more FUC (the new drug Kane was peddling in South Philly, backed by the Vincelli family).
Money was well aware of allowing Kane to talk him into testing the new drug's potency, talking him into spreading it to the four corners of the city. Money recalled letting Kane eat his ass, preparing it for fucking as he dabbed some power FUC onto the head of his dick and inserted it up his ass. The high was like most highs Money's experienced over the years, testing street products with Pooh and a room full of whores Pooh had on staff. But unlike previous drugs like Sexstasy of Crok, FUC had an extra added kick when someone came inside you, adding their liquid potency to the chemicals from FUC, causing a mini explosion inside one's body that traveled straight to the brain, fucking them up royally. Money recalled going to one of his body guards for another dosage, needing another shot of sperm in his rectum to get another jolt from FUC.
"I...I can explain..." said Kobe (Money's guard), nervous after getting caught fucking one of Kane's female party guests while Money and Kane was in the backroom (last chapter).
"I don't give a fuck about that shit..." said Money, lying facedown on his hands and knees in Kane's kid's room, his ass hiked high in the air (invitingly), his ass cheeks parted to reveal his glossy asshole which slowly leaked remnants of just getting fucked.
Kobe stood behind Money, unsure what exactly he was supposed to do?
"Fuck me...!" ordered Money, presenting his butt for fucking. "Shoot your load up my ass...! Now!"
Kobe walked up behind his boss, stroking his softened dick back to life as he prepared to fuck the boss. He couldn't believe his luck. What got into Money that he'd be offering his ass up like this? As far as Kobe knew, Money was straight. He never knew him to flip-flop, especially when it came to fucking.
Kobe stroked his dick to full mast, the head and shaft still wet after fucking one of Kane's guest out front. He stepped up behind Money and placed his free hand on the boss's ass. Indeed Money had a pretty ass. Kobe found himself aroused just viewing the open globes, the parted cheeks revealing the deep center crack lined with curly black hair surrounding the glossy anus. Kobe leaned in and pressed the head of his 9" dick up to the hole and sank in.
"Oooohhhh shit..." he moaned, taken by surprise at how hot, tight, and wet Money's asshole felt.
Money felt the big dick sinking into him, refilling what Kane left empty. He flexed his asshole around the dick base after Kobe buried his rod, eager to get that extra load in him. Already his brain was craving that high, needing that extra jolt.
Kobe (not his real name) ground himself home in Money's ass, loving the tight squeeze the boss put on his dick before pulling back to fuck. He watched his dick excrete from Money's ass (the long dark hard shaft appearing as it pulled free from the sucking anal lips), only to watch it disappear again as it pushed back through. Money felt the dick sliding in and out of him, keeping his ass raised invitingly. He had no choice in what he was doing. His body was in complete control as it sought another hard dick to replace Kane's. Money never had any intention of fucking his henchmen, or letting them fuck him. He didn't want the kind of leadership Tempest Williams had. He didn't want to run a gang of ass bandits, fucking every man, woman, and kid that crossed their paths. But the drug certainly had its influence as he found himself facedown in a little girl's pink bed sheets, getting his asshole fucked by one of his people.
Money continued to stare at himself in the mirror, water running freely down his tired looking face as he recalled last night's events. Kobe fucked him for 20 rock solid minutes before he finally shot off in his ass. Money remember working his ass muscles to make the henchman cum. Several times Kobe pulled out, afraid he'd shoot from the milking. Each time Money shot up, looking over his shoulder to make sure the load wasn't wasted on the floor. Once Kobe's dick calmed down, the henchman would resume fucking, pushing back in and fucking his boss as hard as he could, slamming his pelvic bone into Money's ass with long deep strokes. When he finally announced his approaching orgasm, Money made him promise not to pull out. Kobe wouldn't have anyway, wanting to seed the ass making his dick feel so good.
He gripped Money's waist tighter as he fucked harder, driving his dick through the sucking anal ring a dozen more times before his climax hit. "ARRRHHH fuck, I'm comin'...!" he yelled, shoving all the way in. "AAAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHHH...!!!"
Money felt the cum rocketing up into his bowels, mixing with the remnants of FUC Kane had fucked into him earlier. The potency wasn't as strong as the first time, but there was still enough remnants left behind to make Money's head reel. He groaned in delight as electric shock shot to his brain in smaller doses. Kobe held himself in deep, falling atop his boss's back as they both lay across the child's bed locked together dick and ass.
The ride back from Kane's was awkward, as Money slowly came down off his high while getting funny looks from the help. His body really wanted another dose of FUC and cum, but his mind told him `never again'. Money got out of his SUV and stumbled up the front steps and went straight to bed without ever telling Dedra a thing. Indeed he still had an ass full of leftover sperm from Kane and Kobe, sperm he would have to shit out before fucking his wife.
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PRECINCT-23
Morning roll-call for the officers in blue started at 7am. For rookie officer Elliott McConnell, it was the very first day on the job as an official police officer (like his father). He spent the morning greeting his new coworkers (not all of them happy to have the son of a former Captain on the staff), then got a special invitation into the new Captain's Office to meet with him personally for the first time.
"Hello, sir...?" called Elliott, after knocking on the door politely. "You asked to see me...?"
"Oh yes, come in officer McConnell...!" called the Captain, getting up from behind his desk to shake hands. "I'm Captain Leonard Wilson...! I was on the same Force as your father when HE was a detective...!" said the 49 year old black man.
"Oh really...?" smiled Elliott, believing he and his dad were friends.
"But while I knew your father..., I want you to know I don't hold no special privileges for you in my office just because your dad and I served in the same Precinct!" said the man, firmly. "I want you to know you will be judged on your own merit around here, and NOT your father's legacy!"
"Oh, okay sir...!" said Elliott, feeling suddenly cut down at the knees. "I just hope if I don't do well as an officer, that it doesn't shine negatively on my dad also...?" he asked.
"Okay." agreed Wilson, shaking Elliott's hand again. "I want to introduce you to your new partner while you're still in training...!" he added, waving in Elliott's partner. Elliott turned around to find a handsome white male enter the office. "Officer McConnell, THIS is your new partner Jake Valentine! Valentine, officer McConnell! Now go out and arrest someone!" ordered the Captain.
"Yes sir!" laughed Jake, showing Elliott the way out. "Hi..." said Jake, once they reached the outside of the office. "...I knew your dad, personally...!" he informed. "He was a great man!"
"Yeah..." agreed Elliott, "...so everyone keeps telling me..."
"You don't get along with your father...?" asked Jake, picking up something in Elliott's tone.
"No, I do..." said Elliott, not realizing he sounded negative. "...it's just..., yall all make him sound like this...this GREAT dude..., and I just know him as..., well...DAD...!"
"He IS a great dude!" stated Jake, taking Elliott out back to the vehicle parking lot. "I can't imagine Captain McConnell not being anything but the perfect father...!"
Elliott didn't say anything about his father divorcing his mother and abandoning his 3 children to live life as a GAY man, just in case Jake didn't know. His father had a lot of friends in Precinct-23, and Elliott wasn't looking to alienate himself on the very first day out as he silently approached their squad car and got in.
"How long've YOU been on the Force...?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation impersonal.
"3 years!" answered Jake proudly, getting behind the wheel. "You're my 4th partner since I started...!" he added, testing the car's computer before pulling on his seatbelt and starting the car. "Bruce Gardner, Maleece Cortez, Rodney Ellis, and you!"
"I know Rodney..." said Elliott, recognizing the name. "...our dads used to take us all on family vacations when his dad and mine were partners...!" he recalled. "I haven't SEEN him since we were all kids...!"
"Well..." said Jake, pulling out of the parking lot and into oncoming traffic. "...to say Rodney has a few issues would be an understatement!"
"Rodney's always been a little high stung...!" admitted Elliott, as they began their sweep of the neighborhood.
"High stung...?" laughed Jake, recalling how Rodney had him hogtied to a bed and fucked for days by a mechanical fuck machine (starting in The Precinct-21, pt=1). "That's putting it mild...!"
"Were yall close...?" asked Elliott, trying to make conversation.
"uh..." hesitated Jake, not sure HOW to classify their friendship. "...kinda...I guess..., about as close as he'd let me..."
"What's that mean...?" asked El, sensing a story there.
"Maybe I'll tell you about it someday..." said Jake, unsure if Elliott was worthy of keeping his deepest darkest secrets? "...maybe...!"
Elliott eyeballed his new partner, wonder WHAT the big mystery could be? Jake certainly was a handsome dude (for a white guy). Elliott had never been with a white man before, and wondered if Jake as haveable? He stared at Jake in his tight (sky blue) officer's shirt, his well defined muscles showing even through his standard bulletproof vest. Looking down at Jake's trim waist, Elliott already scoped his muscular buttock when they were walking to their cruiser, and wondered if Jake was a top or a bottom? With that ass, he hoped he was a bottom, IF he messed around at all...?
Jake also took special inventory of Elliott, taken in the slightly younger man's build (which seemed a younger smaller version of his father). Though only a few years separated them, Jake knew HIS experience as a city cop could possibly keep Elliott alive on the streets. After all, out of all the officers in Precinct-23, none had been through the rough first year trail he'd been through (nearly murdered by his first partner and his corrupt friends, getting drugged up against his will and on the run with a 6 foot black transvestite prostitute, gang raped repeatedly by drug dealers, and hooked on Sextasy). No, no one knew better how to survive the streets better than Jake Valentine.
"Have you ever had to shoot anyone...?" asked Elliott, curiously.
"No..." answered Jake, "...not yet...! I've had to draw my gun a few times..." he admitted. "It's not like it always in the movies, you know..." added Jake, reading the disappointed look on Elliott's face. "...in the real world its not that easy to distinguish the good guys from the bad...! Every pimp, drug dealer, and prostitute isn't as bad you might think they are...! And every cop or good samaritan isn't as good and law abiding as they seem...! You have to learn to listen to your instincts in determining who's who...! It could mean the difference between life and death!"
"So you're saying a drug dealer has more clout than a cop...?" questioned Elliott, skeptically.
"Depending on the situation and the circumstances...maybe...!" answered Jake. "All I'm saying is never underestimate anyone...! Don't discount someone simply because they don't fit in the spectrum of what YOU consider an acceptable human being! In my first year as an officer, I was betrayed by my partner and his buddies on the Force..., and the only people to help me thought at the time, turned out to be the very people we SHOULD have been arresting...! Sometimes decision making isn't as simple as black and white!"
"So what happened...?" asked Elliott, curiously. "Sounds like a good story...!"
"It IS..." said Jake, catching the sight of what looked like a drug deal gone bad from the corner of his eye. "...maybe I'll tell you about it sometime when we're closer...!"
"Is that the theme of the day...? `Maybe I'll tell you about it someday'...?" sulked Elliott, not noticing the incident. Jake flipped on the siren, then veered the squad-car through the intersection (cutting off traffic) and pulled up on a sidewalk...
Elliott wasn't even sure what was happening when Jake was already out the car, breaking up a fist fight. Elliott swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before getting out of the car to help. Jake already had one of the fighters by the collar and was yanking him up off the other guy. The two black men were in a serious brawl, both getting in some good shots, neither of them relenting despite the police presence.
"Break it up! Let him go! Let GO! Break it up!" yelled Jake, dragging the two men apart after Elliott grabbed the second guy. Jake took the aggressor and threw him face down over the car hood, leaning his weight in over the man's back to firmly keep him in place. "What the hell's going ON here...?!" he demanded to know, as Elliott pushed the second guy's back up against a chain fence. "What's the problem...?!"
Neither man spoke. Both were still heated and angry, but kept their lips sealed as a small crowd of gathered watched and listened. Jake began searching the man he held for drugs or a weapon.
"I ain't GOT nothin' on me!" yelled the guy, holding his hands up overhead to show no resistance.
Jake checked him anyway, running his hands curiously up and down the man's well built body, checking every crevice for a weapon. Once he was sure the man was clean did Jake flip him over on his back, still holding him back against the hood defensively. Elliott also frisked his suspect after seeing his partner do it first. "So what happened...?" asked Jake again, looking back at both men. "What sparked the firght...?"
When neither man still said nothing, Jake added... "Maybe you'd like to talk about it down at the Station...? We could arrest you both for suspicion...!"
"Suspicion...?" asked the man against the fence. "You see two brothas out here fighting and the first thing you think is drug dealers!?"
"Then WHAT else is it...?" asked Jake, easing up off his suspect. "We can talk about here, or we can haul you down to The Precinct and let you think about it in a cell overnight...? Which do you want...?"
"Ask HIM...!" snarled the man on the hood, sitting upright.
Jake and Elliott focused their attentions on the man standing, looking to HIM for answers. The man looked at the two officers, then lowered his head shamefully...
"Well...?" asked Jake, standing between the two men.
"I..." hesitated the guy, unsure he wanted to divulge his secret. "...I was upstairs in our apartment, when Mike came home and found me with a girl..."
"Your girlfriend...?" asked Jake.
"No..." answered the man by the fence.
"YOUR girlfriend...?" asked Jake, looking back at the man on the hood.
"Fuck NO!" he answered, angrily.
"Calm down...!" warned Jake, leveling his hand to symbol toning it down...
"The GIRL was nobody important..." continued the second man. "...she meant nothing...!"
"Then what the fuck were you fuckin' `er for...?!" asked Mike (the man on the hood). "We're been livin' together for 6 months..., and all of a sudden you wanna start bringin' bitches over...?!"
"I needed to know..., okay...?!" asked the second guy, emotionally.
"After ALL this time..., you don't yet...?!" asked Mike.
"Know what...?" asked Elliott, all wrapped up in the drama.
Neither man said anything, both looking angrily in different directions... "Know WHAT...?" asked Elliott again, impatiently.
"You don't know...?" asked Jake, reading between the lines.
"Know what...?" asked Elliott, sounding like a broken record.
"They're gay..." answered Jake.
"I'm not gay...!" defended the standing man, getting an odd look from his boyfriend. "I...I mean..., I don't KNOW if I'm gay..." he corrected, "...THAT'S why I had the girl up there..., I...just needed to know...!"
"So all these months of me fuckin' you and you fuckin' me didn't tell you...?" asked Mike, sarcastically.
"I'm not like YOU, Mike..." argued the boyfriend. "...I didn't have a whole slew of boyfriends before this to define WHO I was...! I dated girls! I went to church! My family would disown me if they found out my roommate was my lover! I...I just needed to know if what I'm feeling was REAL..., or just a us fooling around...?"
Both men locked eyes, one in pain and the other beginning to feel his pain...
"And...?" asked Elliott, wondering what he found...?
"I think I'm gay..." admitted the man standing. "...cause nothing me and homegirl did upstairs could even come CLOSE to how good it feels with you!"
"awe man..." responded Mike, getting up. But Jake immediately pushed him back down on the hood, unsure if his movement was aggressive or not...? "Damn man..." responded Mike, looking at Jake cross. "...can't I give my boi a hug...?"
"Oh, okay..." said the officer, stepping aside as the two men embraced, renewing their commitment.
"Why don't you guys take that inside...?" suggested Jake, patting Mike on the back, concerned about the spectacle they might be showing to the neighbors. But instead of listening, the two young men locked lips, soul kissing right there in the middle of the hood.
"YO, TAKE THAT FAGGOT SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE!" yelled a spectator. Someone threw a bottle that shattered on the ground at the officers' feet.
"Alright, everyone move on!" yelled Jake, clearing the street. "There's nothing to see here! Go home!"
"YOU GO HOME, WHITE BOY!" yelled someone, as the crowd began to thin out.
Elliott and Jake watched the two men go back into their apartment building, making sure they got in safely before getting back in their squad-car...
"So how was THAT for your first public interaction...?" asked Jake, laughing.
Elliott blew a sigh of relief...
"I'm shocked at how it ended..." he admitted. "...when I first saw you jump out the car, I thought we were about to arrest them...!"
"That was a perfect example about HOW you shouldn't judge a book by the cover...!" informed Jake. "When I saw them fighting, I thought it was a bad drug deal..., I just knew they were going to start shooting at each other soon, and I wanted to jump in and break it up before an innocent bystander got shot!" admitted Jake. "But here they turn out to be a gay couple having a domestic fight...! Crazy!"
"Is it always like that...?" asked Elliott, settling himself in before Jake backed off the curb to pull off.
"Domestic cases come in all shapes, sizes, and creeds..." informed Jake. "...it's not our job to judge them, but to make sure the aggressors are removed from the scene so they can all have a chance to calm down...! And if anyone is hurt, take them to the hospital and charge the aggressor with assault! Sometimes, like tonight, the lines blur. Most cops would've just arrested them both and let the court system sort it out..., but that just would've gotten them both records!"
"I hear there's a lot of prejudice against gays on the Force..." said Elliott, "...do you know of any gay cops that were purposely given a hard time by officers...? Is it better for them to stay in the closet than to come out as a gay officer...?"
"Unfortunately you'll find there's a LOT of prejudices against everything on the Force...!" said Jake, navigating through traffic once again. "Against women, gays, blacks, Hispanics, Asians, anything different...!"
"YOU seem cool, though..." said Elliott, looking Jake over again.
Jake snickered...
"Thanks..." he said, accepting the compliment. "...but I'm a minority also..." he added, keeping his eyes on the road.
Elliott looked confused, trying to figure out Jake's minority status...?
"What're you..., part Hispanic or something...?" he asked, knowing he definitely wasn't black or a women.
"No..." laughed Jake. "...I'm GAY...!" he admitted, getting a cool smile from Elliott. "Is that alright...?"
"Yeah..." said Elliott, looking out the passenger window. "...definitely...!"
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ELSEWHERE
Detectives Malik Jones had been partnered with his coworker Maeelce Cortez for over a year. Both men had been through a lot in recent years, but both felt their lives were finally getting on track. Like most coworkers, they enjoyed hanging out together after work sometimes, heading to the local cop-shop to throw back a few brews and ogle the waitresses of whom they never intended to take home.
"So how's life with the new baby and its mother...?" asked Maleece, leaning back in his bar chair before turning a chilled bottle up to his lips.
"I LIKE it!" said Malik, couched ahead on the table with his beer bottle cradled between his two hands. "I like having someone to come home to...with dinner on the table, the clothes already washed, and the baby taken care of...! Fontella's a marvel around the house...! It's like she was built for motherhood!"
"Yeah yeah, how's the SEX...?" asked Maleece, jumping ahead.
Malik chuckled.
"The sex is always off the chain...!" he confessed, turning his bottle up to his lips.
Maleece studied him...
"Really...?" he asked, checking Malik's body language and facial expressions...
"Really!" laughed Malik. "People seem to forget that I USED to be a ladies man...! I've had 3somes with girls..., fucked a different one almost every day of the week...! I stayed up in some pussy!"
"ah...this was all BEFORE you became pussy yourself, right...?" chuckled Maleece, getting an insulted look from his partner. "Aww c'mon man..." laughed the Puerto-rican, putting all four bar chair legs on the floor as he joined Malik at the table. "...you have to admit that Marvin broke you in real good...!" he stated.
Malik conceded to that comment as Maleece leaned in closer (to make sure no one heard), "You can't tell me the sex with Fontella's anywhere as good as with Marvin...?" he asked, staring Malik directly in the face. "As good as the pussy is..., --and I'm sure Fontella's got it going on..., you can't tell me you don't miss having Marvin dig your back out...? I mean..., how many YEARS have it been...?"
"3." answered Malik, taking another causal swig.
"After 3 whole years of getting your back dug out..., all of a sudden you straight again! You HAVE to miss getting fucked a lil' bit...!" asked Maleece, leaning back in his chair again, having gotten what he wanted off his chest.
Malik stared down at the table while his partner spoke, recalling vividly how Marvin's big dick felt slamming into his body, taking control over him even when he didn't want it to.
"The feelings are completely different...!" admitted Malik. "With Fontella, I can be the aggressor! I like eating her pussy, making her squirm and shoot in my mouth before sliding up inside her and feeling the hot temperature of her pussy pull me in...! I love fucking her soft body, sucking her tits, kissing her, the whole nine yards! But with Marvin..." he paused, reliving a moment. "...HE'S the aggressor...! HE'S usually the one who dictates what we do or how fast or hard we do it! It's like being on a runaway ride that you can't get off of..., you know its dangerous, but you just have to hold on until its over...! He's very consuming, thrilling, demanding, and sure of himself! It gets to be overwhelming at times...!"
"And that's BAD...?" questioned Maleece, nursing an erection in his pants.
"It's not what I want anymore..." said Malik. "I have a family now..., a KID to look after, and THAT'S all because of Marvin too...!" added Malik (referring to the 3sum Marvin insisted they have with a random female in The Precinct). "I often wondered what my life would be like had I never met Marvin..." continued Malik, as Maleece nursed her beer. "...I'm SURE it would've been a lot less complicated...!" he laughed, turning her beer up to his mouth.
"I wonder the same thing, sometimes..." admitted Maleece, easing back down on all fours. "...if I'd never been partnered with Jake when I was in uniform...? Would I still be messing around with dudes...or would I be living with some hot chick by now, playing house like YOU are...?"
"Do you WANT to...?" asked Malik curiously, seeing the far off look in Maleece's eyes...
"No..." answered his partner. "...sometimes..." he corrected. "...I don't know..." he conceded. "I LOVE Jake..., I DO..." he confessed. "...but sometimes I just look at our lives together and wonder: is this it...? Is THIS the best it's gonna get...?"
"Can you LIVE with that if it is...?" asked Malik, causing Maleece to ponder. "Well look at THIS way..." he suggested after getting no answer... "...what're you missing from your relationship with Jake that you feel you could get with someone else...?" he asked, "I mean, THAT'S what I did when I decided to leave Marv and hook up with Fontella...! I wanted to get my MAN POWER back..., to be the assertive one in a relationship, not the submissive...! As long as I'm with Marvin, I'll always be his bitch! I didn't want that anymore! So now YOU have to rethink what you and JAKE have, and figure out if what you're missing is important enough to break up over or not...?"
Maleece pondered, not saying much else about he and Jake as he and Malik continued to drink and relax. Certainly their relationship could use improving (who's couldn't?), but Maleece wasn't sure Jake was committed to change? Sure they'd been through their rough patches, and even broke up for a time..., but there was always something that drew them back together, something unmistakably said that they belonged together. But was that enough?
"I'm OUT, man...!" announced Malik, after finishing his 3rd beer. "I have to get home to my family!" he informed, as he got up from the table, tossing a few dollars down for a tip.
"Yeah..." agreed Maleece, downing the rest of his brew before joining Malik. "...I'd better get going too..." he said, standing. "...before I get myself into trouble...!"
The two men left the bar, saying goodnight to friends as they headed in separate directions towards their cars. Malik was just about to get into his convertible when his cell phone rang, the caller ID alerting him that it was Marvin.
"Hey..." said Malik, after considering not answering.
"Hey man, I NEED you to come down n' pick me up...!" said Marvin over the phone, not so much as a `hello'.
"Why? Where are you...?" asked Malik, believing he might have been arrested again.
"I'm in Cobb's Creek Park..." informed Marvin, "...the car I was drivin' broke down! I'm stuck inna middle of nowhere...!"
"Can't you call one of your brothers to get you...?" asked Malik. "I don't know JACK about fixing no cars!"
"I only have ONE bar on my fone!" reasoned Marvin. "An' I don't need you to FIX it, juss pick me up! I'm down on the 58th street mark, just between the Baltimore and Market area, where the basketball courts are...!"
"Okay..." said Malik, getting into his car. "...you're not carrying any illegal substances on you, are you...?" he asked as he reached for the ignition. "Marvin...? Hello...?" he asked, having dropped call. "Shit!" he cursed, wondering if he should change his cell number?
The entire ride, Malik speculated why Marvin was driving someone else's car? One of the reasons for their split was that Marvin had resumed selling drugs. Malik knew he couldn't continue being a police officer while dating a known drug dealer. People knew they lived together (even if they didn't know they were lovers), how would it look if their apartment got raided and the police found drugs in their possession? Malik's career would be over, even if it was determined HE had nothing to do with the drugs found in their apartment.
He pulled up along the stretch of 58th street in West Philly where Marvin claimed he broke down. He saw a SUV parked along the side of the road with its hazard lights on, but no one was with it. Malik made a u-turn, then pulled in behind the vehicle and called Marvin's cell phone which went straight to voicemail. Malik got out of his car and walked over to the abandoned car. The doors were locked. That area of 58th street had a high car volume, so cars were breezing by with their headlights on. Malik wondered if someone Marvin knew might have stopped and picked him up already? Malik decided to call the cell one last time, then saw something light up on the grass, several yards away from the actual road. Curiously Malik walked over to find Marvin's cell phone lying face up in the grass. Reaching down to pick it up, he noticed it had more than one bar. Just as he was beginning to wonder what was going on, did someone roughly grab him from behind, lifting him easily off his feet. Malik struggled, but the man held him firmly in a bear hug, and walked him briskly into the bush, away from prying ears and eyes.
"MARVIN..!" yelled Malik, breaking free only after Marvin let him go. "What the fuck...??!"
Marvin laughed as he gripped Malik in a choke hold, then roughly forced the ass of his pants down over his buttock. Malik instantly knew why he was summoned. "NO...! Don't...!" he yelled, as Marvin forced him over a bench, just a few yards from the court.
"Either we do it HERE..." informed Marvin, kneeling down behind his former lover. "...or we take it back to yur apartment...! An' I KNO' wit that BITCH livin' there, you don't want HER to see us do THIS!"
"UHH!" gasped Malik as Marvin suddenly shoved his face up in his ass, eating his hole.
Marvin made sure to keep Malik off his balance as his feet dangle a few inches off the ground, his waist awkwardly bent over the wooden back as his head and face smashed in the wooden seat. Malik could feel Marvin's huge hands prying his butt cheeks apart, making more room for his face as he wedged it between the taut cheeks and sucked the pouty anus until it was sopping wet with spit. Then Marvin stood up and slapped his fat hard dick between Malik's cheeks, the length lying between the taut buns like a hug sausage between brown hotdog buns.
"WHY do you keep doing this...?!" asked Malik, struggling to upright himself. "You can't keep doing this!" he protested.
"Yur still MY pussy!" informed Marvin, aligning his dickhead up to the spit wet hole. "How many times sis you promise me this ass...sayin' it would ALWAYS be mine...?"
"AAARRRHHHH...!! That was BEFORE we broke up!" argued Malik, screaming as the dick forced its way through him.
"We ain't broke up shyt...!" responded Marvin, gripping Malik's waist as he forced over half his 10" wrist thick dick between the officer's ass cheeks. Malik gripped the edges of the bench for support as his asshole was mauled by his ex's big bulldozer dick. Marvin pulled Malik's body back into him, forcing the last half of his dick inside, grounding his pubic bone home in Malik's ass. "This'll ALWAYS be MY ASS!" stated Marvin, pulling back to fuck. "When I was alone in prison, YOU bought me this ass to fuck an' said it was mine wheneva I wanted it! I'm stickin' you to yur promise! You shouldn't've offered it up if you ain't mean it!"
"You're crazy..." argued Malik, fighting to break free as Marvin started driving his dick back and forth, stretching the anal hole wide around his thick girth. Grabbing Marvin's huge hands, Malik tried (unsuccessfully) to pry them from around his waist, holding onto Marvin's hands as Marvin held his waist and fucked. Malik could feel the big hard dick beating down his back door, the thick ridged stretching his anal walls as the huge head poked deeply within his gut.
In the distance he could still see the car lights driving by (as his and Marvin's rides sat on the side of the road), no one knowing he was only a few hundred feet away getting his backside caved in by his sadistic ex-lover.
After awhile Malik's anus began to get used to the pounding as it molded to the shape of Marvin's dick (like falling off a bike...). Marvin sensed Malik struggling less and less as he fucked, ramming his horse dick straight through his ass nonstop. Marvin knew Malik would come around eventually (he always does). Grabbing the back of Malik's neck, he pulled him up into standing position, then removed his ramrod and walked around to the other side of the bench and sat down.
"You comin' or what...?" asked Marvin, stroking his upright pole as he waited...
Malik thought for a moment (his ass feeling empty and neglected), then removed his pants and shoes before walking around to the other side of the bench (naked from the waist down), climbing onboard, and straddling Marvin's waist. "Yeh...thas what I'M talkin bout...!" grinned Marvin, as Malik aligned, then eased down on his big dick. "I KNEW you could'n stay away from this DICK for long...!"
Malik said nothing as he grabbed hold of Marvin's broad shoulders, then lowered his ass down into the big man's lap, swallowing all 10 rock solid inches with his ass. "Damn boi..." groaned Marvin, loving Malik's aggression. "...take that dick nigga! Show me how much you want it!"
Malik ground his ass in Marvin's lap for a moment, churning the horse dong around in his gut before lifting and lowering himself up and down, fucking himself thoroughly as memories of his conversation earlier with Maleece replayed in his mind. Indeed Marlik wanted nothing more to do with Marvin. He had a family waiting for him back home, probably wondering where he was? He could just picture his live-in girlfriend breast feeding their daughter on the sofa, dinner on the table getting cold, expecting to see him burst through the door any moment.
On the flipside of that same coin, Malik couldn't deny that his body now craved the food only Marvin's big dick and cum could give it. He held onto the big man's shoulders as he rode up and down, fucking himself on the upright dick sticking straight up from Marvin's lap. Malik hated himself for not having more control, for finding himself right back where he always was. But nothing beat a path straight through his backside like Marvin's dick. Nothing gave his body the thrill it got when bouncing up and down on his spring, feeling that dickhead shoot up into him, plowing through skin and flesh to bury itself over and over inside him.
Marvin reached his hands around Malik's back, cupping his ass as he helped him bounce. The two men were face to face before locking lips, kissing like newlyweds as Marvin's tongue snaked into Malik's open mouth, thrusting his tongue down Malik's throat while thrusting his dick up into his ass. Malik accepted the duel muscles, sucking both simultaneously with his orifices. Marvin didn't know which hole he was loving more as he tried to climb into both, pounding one while drilling the other. Malik wrapped his arms around Marvin's thick torso and kept riding, holding on for dear life as he surrendered himself over --as usual. Their bodies crashed together again and again with thunderous applause, Malik's ass slapping into Marvin's pelvis repeatedly as he hammered down into Marvin's lap, feeling the entire dick pound up into him.
As much as Malik hated to admit it, this was exactly what his body needed. It yearned to be under Marvin's gigantic body, feeling him use him as he used Fontella. He thrilled when he felt Marvin rising them off the park bench, lying him down onto a grassy bed on his back, pushing his legs up and out of the way (in missionary position). Malik watched Marvin climb on top of him, pressing his dick back in his gaping hole. Marvin plunged his manhood back in Malik's dick trap, then proceeded to fuck him as hard as he could.
Malik lay on his back, his legs spread wide around Marvin's thrusting body as he drove his dick straight through Malik's open hole. The two men fucked like animals, not caring who saw them as Marvin grabbed the backs of Malik''s legs and pressed them down against his chest. Malik felt the strain in his spine as his body was doubled in half, leaving his asshole completely vulnerable for fucking. Marvin picked up the pace, hammering harder as he pounded every inch of his solid prod straight through the welcoming hole before him.
Malik reached down and grabbed his dick, stroking it as he got fucked. It only took a few dozen strokes before his dick was straining in his fist, shooting cum spurts up over his shirt and tie. Marvin saw Malik's horny display and continued to pound him for another 5 full minutes before finally ramming all the way in...
"Here it comes..." he warned, grounding his dick home. "...AAARRRRHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed as the cum burned from his balls like a volcanic eruption. Malik felt the hot cum pouring into him, filling his colon with a mass of hot spool, the big dick pulsing inside him like a living soul.
Marvin collapsed forward, weakened from the drainage as his balls depleted its heavy cargo. Malik took that opportunity to push him off, rolling Marvin over onto his back before getting up to retrieve his pants.
"Damn dawg...!THIS wha' I'm talkin' bout...!" groaned Marvin, feeling totally exhausted, "THIS'S how it should be every time...! You need to throw that bitch outta our home and let ME move back in!"
"NOT gonna happen!" said Malik, shoving one leg at a time through his pants before pulling them up over his well fucked ass. "This doesn't change a thing!" he added, fastening his pants.
"How the FUCK you gonna say sum shyt like that...?" asked Marvin, sitting up (with his pants wrapped down around his ankles). "Did you juss feel what I felt...? That fuck was off the chain! I KNO' you ain't get'n no shyt like that at home!"
"I can't DO THIS anymore, Marvin..." said Malik, squeezing into his shoes. "...I need a stable relationship! I have a child now, thanks to you! I can't risk being with you no more! You're a dead end!"
"A dead end...?" questioned Marvin, getting up as Malik began to walk away. "What the FUCK kinda thing is THAT to say to somebody...?!" he asked, pulling up his pants. "I was'n a dead end' when I you followed my ass into Piedmont to get'n this dick, was I...?!" he asked, following Malik back to his car. "I was'n a dead end' when you got me outta jail and moved me into yur apartment, was I...?!'
"I'm NOT the same man I was back then...!" countered Malik, stopping at his car door. "I have a GIRL now..., a baby...!"
"Don't FOOL yurself Malik..." said Marvin, his pants still hung open in the front. "...you were a whore then, and yur still a dick lovin' whore now! Don't let that GIRL pussy fool you!"
"FUCK YOU, Marvin!" shouted Malik, jumping into his car.
"Now, fuck YOU, Malik..., AND that bitch you rode in on...!" said Marvin to himself, as Malik took off down the street. "I think it's time for a rude awakenin'...!" he added, watching Malik's taillights disappear around the curb...
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