THE DISTRICT-4 Straddling Fences
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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People crowded outside The Black Church Of Christian Seniors to see Reverend Malcolm H. Holmes, and hear his rousing speeches about taking back black streets from the drug dealers ruining our communities. Many were older citizens, or people who felt like they needed spiritual guidance in their lives. They were all drawn to Holmes' prayers, believing he had the power of Christ on his side. Holmes played into people's fears, using poverty, drugs, government, politics, politicians, corruptions, and the unbalanced economy to backbone his drive, making people believe HE had the answer to it all through the power of prayer.
During and after his speeches, loyal members of his congregation would go around with collection plates taking donations towards his campaign. Those who didn't contribute were asked to look "deep within their souls" to answer WHY they would side against him and the lord? After which Reverend Holmes would make brief appearances to hear from his supporters, listening to their cries for safer streets, better police protection, and breaks on city tax and healthcare. Holmes vowed to ease the people's worries, saying that "lost sheep shall be found and taken to greener pastures by the chosen one!"
After taking publicity stills, Holmes would climb back aboard his campaign winavago, and head for another church across town while IN the trailer his trusted members counted his donations while HE went into the back bedroom to rest and fuck whichever young impressionable flock member he could coerce into his bed.
Today it was 18 year old Malivai Brown, the son of a long time member who originally came to reverend Holmes to pray the "demons" stop influencing his bad decisions. Malivai had done time in juvenile homes when he was a youngster, and had gotten into trouble with the law when he was stopped and detained for riding in a stolen vehicle. Holmes took Malivai under his wing and showed him just how to repent for his wicked ways.
At first Malivai was nervous, wondering WHY he had to have homosexual sex with his pastor to repent? But Holmes explained it as a "Rebirth! Cleansing the dark soul you once carried and baptizing it in the Light Of Righteousness! You cannot expect to be fully pardoned for your sins if you are not properly cleansed IN-side and out!" Malivai stripped naked, then bent forward on his knees (in cradle position) as Holmes anointed his anus with "purity oils", then proceeded to enter him in the name of `cleansing'. At first Malivai didn't think he would be able to survive the reverend's baptism, but then Holmes withdrew his fat 8" dick and sprinkled traces of the street concocted drug FUC onto his dickhead before reinserting it up the unsuspecting teen's ass, causing young Malivai to become inflamed lustfully, allowing the good reverend to fuck the boy for hours on end.
Now Malivai lay asleep in the reverend's trailer, slowly coming down off the high he experienced only hours ago. Holmes peeled off his campaign clothes, then pulled the sheets down off Mal's body as he dreamt. The reverend glee at the fit boy's tight petite build and firm buttock as he pried apart the healthy cheeks to see the hole he broke in.
Mal had no idea that his body was about to receive yet another baptism as the reverend took pride in his handiwork. The hole still glistened with reminders of their last encounters, lubrication still juicing the outer ring while the reverend's spent sperm lubed the inner track. Holmes only needed to add lube to his shaft before aiming his manhood at the boy's entrance and sliding in.
"Oh yeeeesssssssssssss..." moaned Holmes, loving the tight ring fighting to keep his dick out.
Malivai instantly awoke when he felt the massive prick sliding through him, stretching his cum slimed walls as it buried into his ass. He opened his eyes in a panic (forgetting where he was) until he looked up over his shoulder to see the face of his pastor hovering over him, his facial expression in pure bliss as he sank his dick all the way in up to his meaty balls.
"Reverend..." he whispered, his vocal cords still healing from the terrible fucking his throat undertook earlier in the day. "...ain't I `cleansed' yet...?" he asked, hoping to end his torment.
"You've sinned for YEARS, brother Brown..." witnessed the reverend, "...surely you don't think you could be properly cleansed in ONE night, do you...?" he asked. "Just as it would have taken TIME for you to repent in prison..., it may take time for your spirit to be completely purged!"
Malivai took his reverend at his word, believing his soul was darkened with impurities he picked up from years of doing no-good. He relaxed against the mattress as the reverend began to fuck, pulling out and pushing back in, sliding his thick fat dick in and out of his anal cavity. Up until the reverend decided to cleanse him, no one (not even his doctors) had ever touched his asshole. In fact, Malivai had never even seen his own asshole. But he could definitely feel the reverend's big dick sliding through him, heating up his inner core.
Reverend Holmes loved how Mal's recently virgin asshole strangle held his dick, choking the thrusting shaft as it slithered through his cum caked rectum. He pressed his pelvic bone against the boy's ass, burying his crank all the way inside before pulling back until only the huge Copper Snake head remained inside, then thrust in all over again. In and out he fucked, loving the slimy grip that clung to him like a wet fist. He knew he'd be showering Malivai's innards with another cum bath soon enough, filling the gullible lad with another batch of his holy spirit.
He picked up the pace as the trailer bounced and rocked down the street. No one would notice the extra bounces the vehicle made once the reverend started to BANG the boy harder, only the small staff of worshippers knew what was happening in that backroom. Worshipers like Jerome and Roseland Taylor, whom the reverend felt a strong ownership over after fucking both husband AND wife in the same bed. In fact, 40 year old Roseland Taylor was now pregnant with her 3rd child, and while speculations swirled whether that child was her husband's Jerome Sr. or reverend Holmes', it was understood that the Taylors would raise the child as theirs, leaving the reverend's name out of it.
Along with the Taylors was the reverend's trusted assistant Brian Dunn. Dunn had been the trusted assistant of Philadelphia's former mayor; (Anthony Edwards), as well as the loyal advisor to Tempest Williams (Philly's most notorious drug lord). THEY helped manage reverend Holmes' affairs, keeping him visible to the public and rich in campaign donations.
At the next stoplight, the trailer began to rock, swaying from the rhythmic pounding of reverend Holmes' thrusts into Malivai's ass. Malivai buried his face in the pillows to stifle some of his groans as Holmes repositioned himself between the young man's spread legs, hammering into his upturned ass with evangelic strokes.
Holmes was a big man (6'2", 230 lbs with a thick solid build, dark burly skin, and jet black head and facial hair which he now dyes often to look younger for potential voters), dwarfing Malivai's petite 5'9", 160 lbs build. Malivai felt every powerful stroke of the reverend's hips as it punched in through his backdoor. Several times he tried to run away from the big man's fuck thrusts, only to be easily pulled back into position, unable to avoid being impaled as Holmes fucked his way towards another rousing eruption.
After nearly 15 minutes of steady pounding into the young man's backside, Holmes felt himself getting close to blowing his lid. He picked up the pace, fucking harder, deeper, and stronger. Malivai began to scream in protest. `Purging one's soul couldn't possibly be THIS daunting' –he wondered. Just when it felt like he wasn't going to be able to reach his goal (disappointing his mother), did reverend Holmes sudden ram all the way in and cum.
"RRROOOOAAAAAHHHHHH...!!" he screamed like an angry bear as his buried dick paused, pulsed, then throbbed wildly before pumping out fresh thick spurts of molten cum directly in Malivai's gut.
Malivai felt the cum deluge rush into his body cavity, filling it to overflow (despite earlier deposits). The cum splattered against the walls of Malivai's innards, mingling with trace remnants of the chemicals left behind by the drug FUC, which hadn't yet been absorbed into Mal's body. The chemicals reacted to the natural chemicals in the reverend's sperm, causing a chemical explosion which traveled straight to Malivai's brain cells. Malivai reacted by becoming overwhelmed with sexual endorphins, causing his body to crave more cum. Reverend Holmes held his dick inside the boy's body until he was spent, then pulled out and collapsed on the bed exhausted, panting heavily in the chest.
Malivai wanted desperately to feel another blast of semen inside him (to give him another strong burst of brain endorphins), and pulled desperately at the reverend's dying dick to stiffen. When it didn't react, he took the shrinking phallus in his mouth and sucked, trying to revive it. When that didn't work, he got out of bed and walked naked through the RV. Neither Jerome Sr. nor Brian Dunn were interested in helping him achieve his goal, so he ran out into the street, stopping traffic as he ran in search for another massive hard erection.
"What the HELL just happened...?!??" questioned reverend Holmes, rushing out of the backroom (pulling his pants up over his limp fat dick).
"The BOY..." screamed Roseland Taylor, "...he just RAN out into the street, --naked!"
"We've got to stop him...!" said the reverend, ordering Jerome to go capture him.
"NO!" yelled Dunn, stropping Jerome as he pulled the trailer's door shut. "Let him go! He'll bring too much attention to the reverend's tour bus! We can't risk people hearing how a young man ran screaming naked from our campaign RV...! No one would believe us if we claimed nothing happened!"
"So we just LEAVE the boy out there on his own...?" asked Jerome, feeling sorry for the lad.
All eyes fell on Holmes as he silently nodded his head to Dunn to signal the driver to keep moving...
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Malivai was blinded by the overhead sun when he jumped off the moving bus and ran headlong into the busy North Philly traffic. He had no idea where he was as he ran down the street, avoiding cars who blew their horns at him to get out of the street. He ran onto the sidewalk, then down into an alley to escape the noise and confusion. His feet ached as they were cut by various pebbles and broken glass, making it difficult to keep moving briskly. Coming to the back of the alley, he sought solace by a dumpster, falling up against it as he began to cry in despair. "Who's there...?" asked a man in the alley, living in a cardboard box.
Malivai looked around the corner of the dumpster to see a black man with a scruffy nappy beard and mustache staring back at him. "What do you want...?!" asked the man, suspiciously. When Malivai didn't answer the man crawled out of his box and stood up (all 6'3", 240 lbs of him). The man quickly noticed Malivai's nudity, and asked if he was off his medication? When Malivai didn't answer, the homeless man walked over and began to inspect the lost man.
"What's yur name...? Do you know where you are...?"
Malivai shook his head `no'. The homeless man looked him up and down, then turned him around to view him from behind. Eyeballing the young man's ass, he reached down and began to fondle the boy's firm buttock. Receiving no resistance, he reached a curious finger between the cheeks to find the slimy asshole dripping wet with liquid. Inserting his finger, he quickly pulled it out and stuck it under his nose for inspection.
"You've recently been FUCK, boy...!" he declared. "Who FUCKED you?"
Malivai didn't speak, but managed to unconsciously push his ass out invitingly. The man reached down and pulled his hardening dick from his dirty piss stained pants, revealing a long 13" hardon, then eased up behind the boy and firmly shoved his uncut dick straight up his ass. Malivai shouted out at the unexpected pain which shot straight through him like a sword. But despite the fierce pain he eventually settled back into the man's thrusting hips as he buried his dick again and again. It'd been years since Hercules Williams felt a tight wet hole around his dick. He knew it wouldn't take long before he shot off his load, ruining the first fuck he had in years. Fortunately he was horny enough to fuck 5 more times continuously, making up for lost time on the streets.
He pounded hard against Malivai's ass, losing his load in record time, flooding the boy's hole to overflow as cum backed out around his swollen shaft. Malivai felt another cum burst inside his ass, causing his mind to reel wildly. While he was still tripping from the drug's effects, Hercules pulled him back into his cardboard world, fucking Malivai at least 4 more times (filling him with so much cum that Malivai would be tripping off remnant effects for a week).
Malivai finally came to his senses later the next day, awaking up beside a total stranger in a smelly refrigerator storage box, his asshole drooling a constant supply of spent semen as he flagged down the first cab he found and begged to be taken home...
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MANAYUNK Sometime later...
The doors to an empty workroom opened as three men stormed inside, inspecting the size for a very important upcoming event... "How's THIS for your campaign headquarters...?" asked the campaign manager, turning to his client for approval? "Did I find the PERFECT space for you or what...?"
"Perfect, as in its only 2 blocks from my condo..., yes!" answered McConnell, looking around impressively. "Yeah..." he conceded, after finding nothing to gripe about. "...you did good...!" he admitted, as if it pained him to agree. "Now how much is it going to COST me to rent this place until the election...?" he inquired?
"Not a cent..." said Brian Dunn, McConnell's manager. "...the owner wanted to donate the space as part of his contribution! It's completely FREE until the campaign's over!"
"That's good..." encouraged Ramone Davenport (McConnell's lover), looking around. "...at least that's ONE expense we don't have to worry about!" he added, walking up beside his boyfriend as he and McConnell locked arms affectionately about each other's waists.
Dunn stared...
"um..." he interrupted, objecting to the body language. "...if we're going to take this campaign seriously..., there can't BE any displays of open homosexuality at anytime during the campaign...!"
Ramone and McConnell looked at Dunn, then at themselves and how there were standing practically arm in arm, then back at Dunn...
"You expect me to deny my sexuality during this campaign...?" asked McConnell, still holding onto his lover. "I won't run a dirty campaign, and NOR will I live a lie!"
"No one cares what you do behind closed door, David..." reassured Dunn, speaking from public experience. "...but image is everything! If you want to come across as a STRONG candidate who kicks ass and takes names..., you CAN'T be seen in compromising positions with your MALE LOVER! People see it as an oxymoron, and WON'T take anything you say seriously!"
"I can't believe we're still talking about this shit...!" responded Ramone (having gone through a brief breakup with McConnell over suggestions Dunn made in chap-22, pt-2 of Roswell Heights). "David and I are BOYFRIENDS!" he emphasized, anger spilling from his tone in deliberate doses. "I can't believe of all people YOU'RE the one pushing this issue! You're GAY yourself!"
"Maybe..." said Dunn, not arguing. "...but I'M not running for mayor either...! It's not MY sexuality that would be posted all over local television! MY reputation will still be intact!"
"YOU'RE reputation...?!" laughed Ramone, as McConnell subconsciously broke arms. "You're reputation is a JOKE! First you ride mayor Edwards' coat-tails..., --AND WHATEVER ELSE, into City Hall, THEN when he is dishonorably fired before his term is over, YOU switch sides and team-up with Tempest Williams...a well known drug dealer in this city! And NOW you want to give David, --a former POLICE CAPTAIN etiquette suggestions about how to misrepresent his lifestyle to the public...?! I think you've overstepped whatever position you THINK you have here...!"
"Ramone..." said McConnell, trying to calm down his friend.
"No David...!" protested Ramone, passionately. "You CAN'T let this guy dictate OUR relationship! He's supposed to give you CAMPAIGN advice only! NOT be all up in OUR BUSINESS!"
McConnell turned to his lover...
"We both know Brian Dunn is a lying snake that can't be trusted..." admitted McConnell, making Dunn feel some type of way... "...but ONE thing he's good at is politics! He has a point about people perceiving our sexuality as weakness...! We KNEW if I went ahead with this campaign that our relationship might come into play...!"
"Right..." agreed Ramone. " ...when THE MEDIA makes it an issue..., not Brian DUNN! He's just an advisor...!"
"He's MORE than an advisor..." argued McConnell, unconsciously taking up for him. "...he's done this kind of work before! This's HIS realm of expertise...! I don't know anything about running a successful campaign..., do you...?"
"No..." hesitated Ramone, having feelings of déjàvu. "...but do you really feel comfortable allowing HIM to take the wheel...?! BOTH of his biggest meal tickets crashed and burned in the end! Edwards got kicked from Office after pictures surfaced of him getting gang fucked in a sex sling by drug dealers...(back in Precinct-23)...and Tempest Williams got shot in the head by an unknown assailant...! Not a very good track record if you look at his casualty record!"
"Why are you making this a bigger deal than it needs to be...?!" asked McConnell, getting visibly upset by his BF's reaction.
"I'm not..." was all Ramone managed to say before getting cut off...
"Are you AWARE of the positive changes I could make for this City if I'm elected mayor...??" asked McConnell, believing Ramone had no idea. "As mayor I would be able to enact some major laws..., hire more police, get criminals like The Vincelli's , Kane, and DMoney off the streets for a real LONG time!"
"I know, David..." reasoned Ramone, unable to get a word in edgewise.
"But NONE of that will happen if we're not cautious about our relationship! You haven't even come out to your friends and family..., HOW'R you going to react if you're pictured as The Next Mayor's Love Interest' in the papers? I don't think you'd be able to live with it!" continued McConnell, causing Ramone to lower his head. "We can't even kiss in MY apartment without reporters trying to sneak pictures of us through the drapes! There's NO WAY we can escape reports of our torrid love affair' if we're pictured anywhere near each other!"
"So what..." asked officer Davenport, lifting his head curiously. "...I can't SEE you until the election's over...?"
"We should be able to schedule some private time here and there for...uh...conjugal visits...!" offered Dunn, amusingly.
"Conjugal visits..." repeated Ramone, looking at McConnell disappointedly. "...like in prison...! THAT'S exactly what we'll be if we have to schedule TIME to be boyfriends!"
"Ramone..." said McConnell, feeling emotionally drained already. "...we knew this was coming for awhile now..., WHY are you acting like someone's just pulled the wool from over your eyes...?"
"Because I was under the impression that after we got back together..., that we've decided NOT to give into Dunn's unreasonable suggestion to break up for the election...!"
"Who said we're breaking up...??" questioned McConnell, missing something.
"Nobody..." said Ramone, dropping it. "...maybe it just FEELS like it..."
McConnell reached out and gently pulled his lover into his arms, wrapping themselves up in each other...
"We're NOT breaking up...!" he assured, kissing Ramone on the lips. "Despite what might be said in the press..., OUR relationship will NOT be affected...! I won't let it! Okay...?"
Ramone smiled, believing his feelings were at least validated.
"Yeah..." he answered, kissing McConnell back.
The peck quickly took a deeper tone as lips parted and tongue were introduced, slipping into warm accepting mouths...
"uh-hmm...!" sounded Dunn (clearing his throat), reminding the couple he was there.
"Oh, we remembered you..." smiled McConnell, "...THAT ONE was for YOU!" he laughed, signifying that his and Ramone's bond will not be broken...
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WEST PHILLY
No one said life was easy being a drug dealer. There's always someone behind you looking to stick a knife in your back, ready to take your place and territory. Police are a hassle as well, not just the ones that want to arrest you, but the ones that extort money to leave you alone. Then there's the pressures of trying to live a home life, raising a family and pretending to be a law abiding citizen to the neighbors, owning legitimate businesses with legal employees and W2 forms.
Traveling from business to business, DeWayne Wright (DMoney) allowed his second in command (Kobe) to drive his Hummer while he sat in the passenger seat, taking important phone calls and texting messages. Kobe (nicknamed for his legendary B-ball abilities on the amateur court) kept a curious eye on his employer as memories of an unforgettable event between them replayed over and over in his mind.
Kobe found himself thinking of the night he butt fucked Money at Kane's apartment while Money was high on FUC. The dealers were warned against using their own drugs, knowing the risk of addictions. There was nothing worse than a dealer showing up empty handed with no supply and no money to show for it. DMoney broke one of the first rules, and made himself look vulnerable to his men.
Kobe could still picture Money's ass spread wide in front of him, the brown cheeks revealing the curly black hairs surrounding the center ring which were still glossy wet with Kane's cum. Kobe could almost FEEL his dick sinking into Money's asshole, the tight ring and hot inner flesh surrounding his manhood like tight silk, sucking him in, feeling as warm and wet as any female pussy he'd ever been in.
Kobe's dick started to plump in his pants as he drove, as memories of he and Money became even more vivid in his mind. He could still remember holding onto his trim waist as he fucked, pumping back and forth and watching his big dick disappear up the boss's ass. He could hear Money groaning, grunting erotically every time he shoved his dick balls deep up his ass. It took all of Kobe's control NOT to try to dominate Money, to throw him down on the bed and literally fuck the living shit out of him like he would one of his hoes. He had to constantly remind himself that Money was his boss, and not to go overboard. He feared if he got too aggressive, Money might come to his senses and want revenge, or (worse yet) a tit-4-tat. It wasn't until after he came (shooting his hot load straight up Money's bare chute) that he learned Money had partook in sampling the drug FUC, heightening his sensuality and making him a cum fiend. Kobe wished (afterwards) that he had taken advantage of Money's situation when he had the chance. But now that he'd been inside the boss's ass, he couldn't stop wanting to get back in!
On the flipside, Money was still suffering residual withdraws, as the desire to use more FUC burned in his veins like an addiction. He finally understood what must be like to be a drug addict, to crave the narcotics daily. He remembered everything that happened that faithful day in Kane's apartment, and hated himself for letting Kane talk him into trying a drug he knew had powerful repercussions. Indeed FUC had the potential to overtake every other drug on the market, making it the perfect get high' AND rape' drug. Money could picture guys using it on dates to get girls sexually interested, he could see college students using it to entice innocent coeds into getting gangbanged by frat houses, he could see molesters using it to turn out little virgins and turning them into sex fanatics. The drug would spread faster than crack cocaine, leaving MANY addicted and assessable to communicable diseases.
As a new father, Money wasn't sure he wanted his children growing up in such an environment? Could he (in good conscious) sell such a drug and not feel responsible if his college age daughter fell prey to horny frat boys looking for a gullible girl to pull a train on? Indeed he would have to go down to that school and physically TORTURE each and every boy responsible before having them killed in the cruelest ways imaginable. But the bottom line was it would still be his fault.
Kobe pulled the Hummer up in front of his wife's pride and joy (her day spa, `The Wright Wey') and parked. "I need you to help me bring Dedra's boxes into the Spa..." informed Money, catching Kobe off guard.
"uh..." he hesitated, not wanting Money to see the erection he'd been sporting since they got into the car. "...physical labor isn't in my contract!" he joked.
He tried lagging behind (taking his time to turn off the car, waiting for traffic to breeze by, etc) before getting out and meeting Money in back. Money reached into the storage end of the 80 thousand plus showroom stopper, and pulled out several boxes which he placed in Kobe's arms. Kobe tried to angle his body in such a way Money wouldn't notice his bulge, but as soon as he reached for the boxes, his own package was immediately exposed. Money saw the large long lump reaching 9 inches across Kobe's hip, and stared questionably in his eyes...
"What's up...?" he asked, wondering what's on the guy's mind?
"What...?" asked Kobe, playing dumb.
Money handed him the boxes, then reached down and grasped Kobe's bulge...
"Looks like you've had SOMETHING on yur mind...?" he said, feeling the length of the bulge longer than expected.
"uh,,,just thinkin' of some good pussy..." said Kobe, staring back without breaking contact.
Money smiled...
"She must've been really good to have you still BRICKED over it...!" he stated, pulling his hand from Kobe's groin. "Hope it was ALL THAT!" he laughed, before slamming the door and leading the way into the spa.
"Oh...it WAS..." said Kobe under his breath, staring at Money's ass as he walked behind him...
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SOUTH PHILLY
17 yr old Jerome Jr. came home from his rounds, to find his sister (Rose) sitting in the living room with her boyfriend (Cole) and their new baby, watching a movie on cable. "Where's mom and dad...?" he asked, walking into the kitchen to check the pots for dinner.
"In bed..." said Rose, without getting up from under her boyfriend's arm (as they sit comfortably on the couch with the baby in her lap), "...but mom left you a plate in the fridge!"
"COOL!" said Junior, grabbing the saran wrapped plate from the fridge and throwing it into the microwave.
Cole sat and watched the movie with his girlfriend for a few minutes, before excusing himself to have a private talk with her brother. Rose continued to watch the movie while alternating rocking the sleeping baby while her boyfriend walked into the kitchen...
"Hi, J." he said nervously, as Junior stood in front of the microwave without turning around or even acknowledging he was there. "Look man..., I KNOW I was an asshole to yur sister before...(Cole broke up with Rose after she first informed him she was pregnant, Roswell Heights-36, pt-1,)..., but we're together NOW! Don't THAT mean something...?!"
The microwave alarm sounded, signaling the food was ready. Junior reached in to retrieve his plate before heading towards the kitchen table...
"Yeah..." he said, pulling himself a seat. "...means you ain't want another butt fucking from ME and Todd!" (Junior and his best friend Todd took revenge on Cole for breaking up with Rose by butt raping on the roof of their building, RH-37).
Cole shook his head as he went back into the living room to sit with his girl. Junior ripped the wrap off his plate, then consumed his food in record time before heading to his room for bed. He took off his clothes, then flopped down on the bed before turning on his IPod to listening to his favorite rapper on his headphones. He'd been asleep for a couple of hours when he was suddenly awakened by a gentle lapping at his dick. He opened his eyes and looked down to see his father (Jerome Sr.) kneeling beside his bed, sucking his son's dick.
Jerome Sr. woke up to use the bathroom. After flushing the toilet, he decided to check in on his son. Junior was lying on his back, his headphones blasting hip-hop music his mother would never approved of. Junior looked so peaceful while he slept, that Jerome couldn't resist sneaking over to his bed, and fishing his soft penis from his boxer slit. Kneeling beside the bed, he took the dick into his mouth and started sucking. It took a moment, but eventually the dick began to grow, getting longer and harder in his mouth.
Junior said nothing as he watched his father feast on his manhood. It was something he was familiar with, as his father was a bitch for the neighborhood, giving up mouth and ass to practically anybody who wanted it. At first Junior was thrilled just to get head on a regular basis (not caring WHO it was sucking his dick), but now that he was a NJM member (New Jack Mob, Kane's signature gang initials) AND more sexually active, having a fag for a father was becoming more and more embarrassing.
Junior sat up (still wearing his headphones) and sat on the edge of the bed. Jerome never stopped sucking as he simply followed wherever Junior led, bobbing his head in his boy's lap. Junior sat on the side of the bed for awhile, while his dad continued to suck his dick. After a few minutes (while listening to the rap lyrics: `a bitch ain't nothin' less she suckin' on my dick, make that bad boy spit, while you lickin' onna wick...'), he grabbed the back of his dad's head and pulled his face into his groin, forcing him to deep throat his 7.5 inches to the root. Jerome Sr. swallowed his son's stiff wood to the balls, holding the head well in his throat.
Junior stood up while his father continued to suck without moving his head, using his tongue and jaws to keep the suction working. Junior reached down over his dad's back to grab a hefty handful of his fat ass through his pajama bottoms, trying to decide which hole he'd rather fuck? Jerome felt his son showing his ass some interest, and jetted it out invitingly, trying to entice him with it. Junior found his father's fuck-hole, then roughly jammed his middle finger straight through the ring with no regard, caring less if it made him uncomfortable or not.
After fingering his father's asshole, Junior stood up and grabbed each side of his dad's head and started to face-fuck him. Jerome kept up with the speedy thrusts with his teen son, slurping along the pipe to make certain every stroke felt good to his boy. After a few minutes of throat punching, Junior pulled his dick from his father's watery mouth, then motioned him to climb up onto his bed. Jerome did as his son wanted, getting on all fours as he presented his ass.
Junior stood behind his father, yanking down his cotton PJ's to reveal the fat round protruding ass all the boys in the neighborhood referred to as a girly bottom'. Junior stared at his dad's fat butt, thinking indeed it was meant for fucking.' He slapped the fat cheeks several times just to let his dad know who's boss. He pried the cheeks apart to stare down at the well used ring, watching how it was already flowering open in sweet anticipation of getting fucked. Jerome knew his dad's ass was just like pussy, and really didn't need much lubricating, as it normally created its own juices. He placed his dickhead up against the ring, then started to force his way through the un-lubed hole.
"UHHH...!" grunted Jerome, feeling the rough entry as his son attempted to fuck him dry. He spit on his fingers, then reached back to help lube the entrance when his hand was slapped away by his son...
"You don't NEED that...!" he insisted, pulling back until the head of his dick fell from the open hole. Then Junior gripped his dad's waist and rammed forth, ramming all 7.5 inches straight in without benefit of lubing first.
"AARRRHHHGGG!!!" screamed Jerome, scrunching his face painfully as the dick broke through his sphincter muscles and buried deep inside him like a gopher.
Junior held onto his dad's big bubbly ass as it bucked and bounced, trying to escape the power-drive.
"You can take this shit, dad...!" told Junior, climbing up on top as he lifted his feet off the floor, supporting his entire weight on his impaled dick. "I've watched you take dicks TWICE my size!"
"Not without being properly lubed first...!" complained Jerome.
"I had SPIT on my dick...!" reminded Junior, grounding his pelvis home, churning his dick around in his dad's hot heated innards. Jerome Sr. could feel the dick burrowing in him, and purposely flexed his ring to make his son feel good.
Junior positioned his legs on either side of his dad's body on the mattress (for balance), then started fucking, thrusting back and forth as he drove his dick in and out. Jerome groaned into the mattress (his face flat against the bed) as he hiked his ass high in the air. He LOVED getting fucked, and he loved his son most of all. He felt a deep sense of pride every time his son topped him, being assertive and showing manly initiative. He was happy that his son wasn't a bottom like him, that when it came to speaking up and defending himself, he had no trouble voicing his options. It made Jerome feel like he raised a strong man, one that will be able to provide for his family whenever he decided to have one. Of all the guys working for Kane, Junior was the one with the most potential of becoming someone important in life. Jerome hoped he'd eventually become the man he was MEANT to be.
Junior simply took one day at a time. He had no idea what his dad's hopes and dreams for him were. All he was aware of was NOW, --his family's status as fuck-toys for Kane and reverend Holmes, --his sister's baby by his mortal enemy (Cole), --and selling drugs for Kane while keeping a wary out for cops. A LOT had changed in Junior's life in the past year, going from naïve church-boy to street thug. He'd seen a lot already in the short time he'd worked for Kane on the streets. He's seen neighbors he respected as adults, offering to suck his dick for a free hit. One prominent women offered their hairy pussies for a vile of FUC. How many times had he walked up on some chick getting gangbanged in the Back Lots behind the projects? Getting their orifices bashed in by big dick dealers looking to get off several times for a single hit? Junior was devastated to find out his dad was Kane's bitch as well. However discovering his father's biggest secret also pulled Junior out of his shell, making him more confident, determined NOT to be like his ole man as he decided to go another route, to be one of the top dawgs!
Jerome took whatever punishment his son gave him. Junior used to bust his loads quickly when he first started having sex, practicing sexual positions and stamina on his father. But now that he's had several sex partners under his belt (mostly female), he knew how to pace himself, to pound a tight ass or pussy until it was flexing and throbbing wild with orgasm. How many loads had he lost to his father's bowels? Jerome Sr. could definitely feel a maturity in his son's performance, and loved that HE had a hand in teaching him the ins and outs of pleasing a woman. It certainly would insure many grandchildren in the future. Jerome looked forward to seeing his son fully develop into manhood, married, fathering children, getting his own house, his own mortgage, and making his own way in life.
Junior locked his thighs behind his father's, using the soles of his feet to gain leverage as he leaned in over his dad's body and pounded his ass until his father was lying flat against the bed, his strong pelvis slamming and slapping into his dad's giggly ass cheeks, his dick darting in and out of the dank hole nestled in-between. Whenever Junior felt himself getting too close to coming, he'd either yank his dick from the hole for a few moments until he calmed down, or simply buried himself inside until the throbbing subsided. The dangers of staying buried inside happened when the bottom milked your dick while you were trying to calm down, causing you to accidentally spill your load before ready. Junior had done that in his dad's ass dozens of times while in training. He's since learned to yank all the way out when he was too close.
Jerome felt his son's dick escape his milking hole (causing his anal muscles to flex and pucker like a pair of kissing lips). Junior looked down and watched his dad's sucking asshole breathing in and out on its own, looking alive like a venus flytrap. He waited until his dick stopped pulsing before ramming back inside to the root, then resuming his fuck. His dad gasped aloud as the dick rammed back inside. He arched his back and elevated his ass, making a better target for his son's thrusts.
Junior pulled out all the stops as he hammered hard into his dad's ass, beating the cheeks with his pelvic bone as he rammed his dick home over and over again. The bed bounced and squeaked under the assault as Jerome spread his legs for deeper access. Junior climbed up into pushup position as he fucked harder, driving his hips back and forth with powerful force, his balls slapping between his dad's thick thighs like ping-pongs. Jerome knew his son wasn't going to pull out THIS time. He could feel the fuck thrusts increase, the steady pounding becoming more erratic as Junior's breathing began to get heavy with lust.
By now Jerome's innards were well lubed with anal juice and pre-cum, natural lubricants that excreted and moistened his anal track like a vagina. Junior could feel the wetness all around his staff when he plunged balls deep with every thrust, the hot wet suction sensations causing his dick to throb dangerously in love.
"AWWW FUCK, DAD..., I'M ABOUT TO CUM...!" he announced, not wanting to but looking forward to the explosion all at once.
"Give it to me, son..." encouraged Jerome, backing his ass up against his son's thrusts. "...fill me FULL of your cum...! Impregnate me like one of your future bitches!"
"HERE IT COMES, POP...! AAARRRRHHHHHHHH FUCK...!!!" he screamed, ramming all the way in before coming to a complete stop, his buried dick jumping and jerking wildly in the saddle.
The cum exploded from Junior's pulsating manhood like a detonated bomb, exploding thick rich spurts of potent teenage sperm all over his father's colon, instantly juicing his innards. Jerome could feel the cum spreading through him, saturating his insides with a flood of warm liquid as Junior collapsed against his back, the energy completely drained from his young body. Jerome waited a few minutes until Junior had fallen into a deep sleep before climbing from up under him. He lifted his pajama bottoms (covering his well fucked ass) before pulling the covers up over his half naked son's body and kissing him lovingly on the forehead.
"G'nite son..." he whispered, before going back to bed with a satisfied grin on his face...
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