THE HOOD-15 Progression
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WEST PHILLY
40 yr old KaliQ Nelson thrust [hard] into his 18 yr old son Kaleb, as he lay on his back in missionary position. With Kaleb's legs raised about his waistline, KaliQ plunged his long dick in and out of his son's ass, repeatedly impaling him on 9 and 1/2 inches of solid manhood.
Kaleb Nelson awoke from a sound sleep, stunned to find his father [who had shut off the alarm clock seconds before] rolling him onto his back and lifting his legs submissively, before roughly shoving his enormous erection straight through his moist anus. Kaleb grunted out loud as his father's big dick ripped through his anal ring to plunge [balls deep] into his ass with one thrust, declaring ownership.
KaliQ [like any other straight man] assumed the anus reacted exactly like a vagina [if you fucked it like one]. He assumed his son's asshole would naturally lubricate after plunging through, that his thrill of getting fucked would automatically make his mangina moisten and secrete like a woman's vagina. He had no idea that the anus was a naturally dry entity, which needed constant lubrication to stay wet.
Kaleb groaned and grunted aloud as his father fucked into him. Most of the semen injected into his body the night before had soaked into his innards, becoming one with his DNA. The residue which lingered behind in his rectum, coated the first 3 or 4 inches of his father's shaft, as KaliQ's in/out thrusting caused the rest of his schlong to become coated in a thin layer of his residue slime. Kaleb had to endure his father's hearty plunges as his dad humped straight through him, bouncing his manly hips off his sponge like buttock.
Kaleb's ass took the brunt of his father's thrusts, each impact causing a shockwave of power to shoot through his aching bottom like a bolt of thunderous lightning. Every curdling scream was like music to KaliQ's ears, causing him to fuck his son harder, driving his pole ever rougher through the gripping anus, trying to make Kaleb regret his decision to become his father's bitch.
KaliQ secretly hoped the rough treatment would make his son revert back heterosexual, believing the idea that tough love [literally] would make Kaleb [his only son] see the error of his ways and reclaim his manhood. What father wouldn't do everything within his power to help make his son be all the man he can be [despite the good pussy]? Who wouldn't jump into a raging river when he saw his own offspring drowning?
KaliQ drove his dick in and out of his son's ass with increasing strength and vigor, he pounded his son's backdoor like a convict raping his first piece of prison bait in years. With his head buried in the pillows behind Kaleb's head, KaliQ stabbed his dick 9.5 inches deep with every stroke, ripping through flesh like a bulldozer as Kaleb groaned and grunted with painful response.
Kaleb could feel his body gradually becoming accustomed to his father's rough assault. His anus ached profusely as it clung to the thrusting penis like a life preserve, hugging and massaging the massive phallus like a second skin as he dove in and out of him with painstaking precision.
For 10 solid minutes KaliQ fuck Kaleb nonstop, stabbing his gut deep as he plunged straight through to the root. Throughout his pain and torture, Kaleb never asked his father to stop, taking whatever punishment he administered like the good bitch he was taught to be.
"Uhhhhh..." grunted KaliQ, getting close to losing his morning load. He could feel his dick starting to swell and throb as he fucked, making him double his efforts. He could feel his son's anus finally giving way, dilating more as it became less gripping and more open, allowing his massive dick to plunge through without any resistance whatsoever. "URRHH SHIT...!" he grunted as he felt himself going over the edge, ramming in one last time. "AAARRRRHHHHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, shooting in deep.
Kaleb could feel his colon filling with his father's seed, the dick pumped fresh spooge directly into his body like a water pump, the flooding semen splattering all over his anal walls and soothing the bruises caused by the harsh fucking.
Kaleb breathed easier when his dad's thrusts finally came to a halt, holding his dick bone deep inside him. He could actually feel it pulsing inside him as the dick fed his body its seminal fluids, wrapping his arms about his father's back lovingly.
KaliQ Nelson could feel his son's arm holding him tight, turning what was supposed to be a humiliating fuck, into something loving. The idea of his son accepting his place as bitch to a man's dick [even HIS dick], started to turn his stomach as he pulled out of his son's ass and wandered off [drained] into the bathroom to get ready for work. Kaleb continued to rest in bed for a moment, his 7.5" hardon resting against his stomach before wrapping it in his fist, the memory of his father's fucking still fresh on his mind.
Kaleb knew he only had a small window before he had to rush downstairs and prepare his father's breakfast and morning coffee. He lifted his legs as he jacked his dick, rubbing his fingers down over his abused hole, feeling the moistness of his father's spooge starting to leak out.
Kaleb's anus was still sore to the touch. He could still feel the effects of his father's enormous dick pummeling his rectum, pulverizing his sphincter muscles before planting sperm in his aching bowels. He pressed a finger curiously into his anus, feeling it coat in his father's seepage. The finger easily slipped in and out of his stretched ring. Pulling out, he lifted the cum soaked digit to his mouth, then sucked off the residue seed without a second thought, tasting his dad's spent semen while jacking his dick furiously. His dick pulsed in his stroking fist, then a second later began spitting his own sperm all over his chest and stomach, painting his torso with streaks of his own juices.
From the bedroom doorway KaliQ Nelson watched his son masturbating to the raping he'd just received, and silently realized [shaking his head] that his son's heterosexual lifestyle was a thing of the past...
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MEANWHILE
19 yr old Tae Hyun Kye never thought he'd be sitting in a police station waiting for information about his murdered uncle, but that's exactly where he found himself. Despite all the activity going on around him [people getting arrested and booked0, he couldn't help feeling utterly alone. His family had returned to Korea with his uncle's body for a proper burial, leaving him behind [the bastard child on an unnatural mixed breeding] to look after the properties. It'd been weeks since he'd heard from them, and was beginning to wonder if they ever intended to come back at all?
Thoughts of Tae's best friend also weren't far from his thoughts. He desperately missed his buddy, but felt too much like an @$$ to go crawling back after the way he'd treated him. He knew Q had nothing to do with his uncle's murder, but he punished him anyway, perhaps as a surrogate for the real murders who seemed to have gotten away scot-free?
"Mr Kye...?" called one of the detectives. Tae's head popped up at attention...
"Yes...?" he asked eagerly, having been called down to police station for a reason.
"Do you recognize any of these items...?" asked the man handling the case, passing Tae a plastic baggy containing stolen items from his uncle's body at the time of his murder.
Tae examined the wristwatch, a ring, and a chain, all inscribed [in Korean] `with love, Mi-Hi' from Joon-Ho's wife.
"Yes..." answered Tae, wondering what it meant? "...they were missing off his body..., he wore them all the time! Where did you find these...?!"
"As you know, we've been running rewards for information leading to the arrest of the men responsible for your uncle's murder..." reminded the detective, taking the items back. "...we received a call of 2 men in the area, meeting the description of the men in the surveillance video in your uncle's store...! One of them was arrested wearing these items in his possession...!"
"You have my uncle's killers...?!" asked Tae, trembling with happiness.
"Yes, we have them in custody downstairs in one of our holding cells...!" informed the officer.
Tae fell back in his seat...
"My family will be so happy to hear this news..." he said, barely able to breath. "...I think they've been afraid to come back to The States until they were found...!"
"Well..." said the detective, aware how frightened of retaliation a lot of victims are. "...you tell your family we have them in custody, and that we need your aunt to come back to officially identify the men responsible for her husband's murder!"
"Okay..." said Tae, eager to make that call. "...thanks!" he added, standing again to shake the officer's hand.
"This is still just the beginning..." informed the plain clothed officer. "...we still have to trial and convict him...and we can't do ANY of that without the testimony of your family...!"
"I understand!" said Tae.
Leaving the police station, he rushed to his uncle's car and pulled out his cell phone to call Q with the good news. He had just searched for his name and was about to press the `call' button, when he realized he hadn't talked to Q in weeks. Leaning against his uncle's car, he wondered if it was too late to mend things with his friend? Could there be a reconciliation, or was their friendship gone forever...?
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ELSEWHERE
Mornings at The Lancashire (halfway) House were usually busy with the residents (who found placements in the work force) rushing to make it to their perspective jobs on time. The bathrooms (only one per floor) were time shared 10 minutes apiece for those who had to leave early, meaning: a man only has 10 minutes to shit, shower, and shave (in that order). If a man went past his time, others were welcomed to barge in (there are no locks on the doors) and get ready as well. There was usually a line outside the door waiting, and men (especially former convicts) can be very nasty when they get angry.
For those who hadn't yet placed jobs and hadn't opened bank accounts to save their incomes (for the inevitable move to independence}, there were additional programs they were expected to attend outside the Halfway House that were designed to educate, motivate, and enlighten them on how to behave and impress on interviews. In addition, many joined Temp Agencies for part-time employment, hoping to land a major job by swinging into companies through the backdoor.
But for 37 yr old Davis Wood [without the aid and love of his family], he no longer had the will to go on.
Davis survived 6 years in prison, getting beat, raped, and forced into in-house prostitution by his cellmate [Dre], only to be paroled early and have his family shun him after learning of his fate behind bars.
Davis' whole world crumbled at his feet when his wife turned her back on him and wouldn't allow him to have a relationship with his children, fearing he might somehow `corrupt' their teenage sons with some of the deviate behavior he learned behind bars. With no real prospects outside of prison, Davis resulted to self-pity, and refused to do anything to help himself.
He left the door to his bedroom open [day and night], allowing MEN to roam into his room at all hours for sex [despite The House's strict NO SEX policies]. Most times he didn't even bother to look to see whose dick he was sucking, or who was fucking him, so long as someone was getting off inside him.
One night [just before curfew] Davis was lying in bed, reading old letters written to him by his children, when he was visited by Ike: a 24 yr old ex-con formally charged with drug distribution.
HE stopped into Davis' room after `work', then closed the door. Davis immediately noticed the frequenter, and started to roll into position when Ike suddenly stopped him...
"Hey, you ever do Sextasy before...?" he asked out of the blue.
"My cellmate used to keep me high off of barbiturates..." admitted Davis, having had a drug addiction behind bars.
"Would you like to try this new drug called: FUC?" asked Ike, having scored a sample product.
"What's it do...?" asked Davis, unsure he wanted to go that route again [Dre kept Davis high so he wouldn't fight or refuse customers in the prison library (see: The Hole for details)].
"It makes you forget everything...!" smiled Ike, enticingly.
Davis thought about his family, and how he'd probably never see his kids again. The idea of taking a drug to help him forget that his family didn't want him, seemed all too intriguing...
"Okay..." he said, having nothing more to lose. "...how do I take it...?" he inquired?
"The FASTEST way to get it into yur system is to put some on the tip of someone's dick, then shove it up yur ass...! The drug absorbs faster into the body, and I'm TOLD has a chemical reaction to cum...! So every time someone cums inside you, you get an extra added dose!"
"Sounds fun..." said Davis, rolling into doggy position. "...hook me up...!"
It didn't take Ike but a few seconds to whip his 9" erection from his zipper. Spitting onto his fingers, he lubed his dick [esp the head] with saliva, then anointed the powdery form of FUC onto his dickhead and aligned himself behind Davis' ass. It was instantly obvious that Davis had just been fucked fairly recently by someone, as his asshole [which was already naturally WELL indented from years of prison abuse by hundreds of inmates] was still glossy with residue lubricant and cum, enabling Ike to easily slip his FUC laced dick straight up into the divorced ex-con's easy access tunnel.
Ike slid into Davis' ass to the hilt, stopping only when his pelvic bone buried into the ass cheeks. Davis barely flinched when the dick entered. Ike held onto the older man's waist as he ground into his cheeks, churning his dickhead around in his gut. Excess semen oozed out about the base of Ike's buried dick, soaking into the tiny pube curls around his dick. Davis could feel the penis moving around inside him, then felt Ike starting to pull back as he started to fuck...
There were already several loads of cum flooding his innards, coating Ike's big dick as it withdrew, making sliding back and forth damn near effortless.
Ike fucked in and out of Davis' ass only for a few minutes, when Davis already started to feel a chemical reaction from the drug. The semen inside him jump started the element compounds making up FUC, causing chemical imbalances to his physical and mental forms.
Davis could feel his body relaxing more, as his mind began to whirl and swirl majestically. The pounding at his backdoor became inconsequential as his mental state began to float and soar amongst the clouds.
Ike could feel the change in Davis' body almost immediately as he plunged in and out of his murky depths, semen already oozing around his thrusting penis as it drooled off his swaying balls like dripping syrup...
That night Davis was fucked 4 more times after curfew, each fucking sending an extra added burst to euphoria through his mind and body. The next morning he awoke with a terrible yearning in his gut. Immediately he lifted his legs and began fingering his hungry asshole, stuffing up to four fingers up his own anus. When that wasn't enough, he got up and plunged his asshole down on the bedpost, punching 6 inches of solid wood up into his ass.
Davis bounced his ass up and down on the post, feeling it move in and out of him like a wooden dildo. It satisfied the itch temporarily, but he needed something bigger, DEEPER, inside him.
Leaving the cozy comforts of his private room [naked], he walk 3 steps up to the next landing, then knocked on the first door he saw. "WHO THE HELL IS IT...?!" asked the angry man behind the door. When Davis didn't answer, the door swung open to reveal the naked resident standing in the hall, his hand hiding behind his back as he roughly moved his fingers in and out of his own asshole. "YOU..." said the big man standing in the doorway, watching Davis finger himself "...I was just about to come visit you this mornin'...! Come in!" he offered, standing aside.
Davis meekly walked into the room. "Need that pussy fucked, eh...?" asked Hodge, slamming the door behind him as he rough shoved his own meaty fingers up Davis' ass [forcing Davis' fingers out]. "Oh yeah..." he said, feeling how wet and opened Davis' anus was. "...this pussy's PRIMED! Get up on the bed, bitch!" he ordered.
Davis did as told, and climbed up onto the edge of Hodge's bed, his ass jetting out lewdly...
38 yr old Jonathan Joseph Hodge [6'4", 200+lbs] unbuckled his belt, and allowed his work pants to hit the floor with a thump. Stepping up behind Davis, he gripped the slightly younger man's waist, then guided his enormous crank up to Davis' ass [without his hands], and shoved forth, burying his ramrod with one stroke. "UURRRHHHHH...!!" grunted Davis as Hodge's dick pierced through him like a battering ram, thrusting in 10.5 inches deep.
Jonathan laughed when he heard Davis grunt, then felt his body jerk and his asshole clamp down involuntarily, trapping him inside. "I don't know WHY you screamin'..." said Hodge, churning his meaty rod around in Davis' gut. "...we all KNOW this pussy's been fucked like a hoe at a big dick convention! Ain't no cameras here, why you actin'...?"
Buried to the hilt, he started pulling and pushing his big dick in and out of the hole, watching his enormous rod withdraw [all glossy wet with the remnants of semen shot deep inside the colon from the night before].
Hodge pulled back until only the fat head remained inside, then rammed back in again, burying his dick whole. This time Davis didn't jump or jerk, he simply accepted the massive meat as it became a part of his body, his anus absorbing it as surely as if ingesting it naturally.
"FUCK..." cursed Hodge, sensing something different about the male pussy he was up in. "...what the fuck's happened to this ass since the last time I fucked it...?!"
Davis said nothing. Indeed he didn't even hear the big man speaking. ALL he was aware of was the intense pleasure spreading throughout his stretched rectum as Hodge's fat dick fed the itch deep inside his body.
Hodge held onto Davis' waist as he fucked, sliding his dick through the hole as he watched it disappear between the obscenely spread cheeks.
Davis moaned internally, feeling a calming euphoria wash over him as his body was fucked masterfully by a big animal. Being taken and used by men gave him the peace he never felt since being incarcerated. He could feel the big dick moving through him, possessing him inside as it withdrew and buried itself over and over again, massaging his innards and making him feel inexplicably intrinsic.
Hodge himself could feel something emphatically different about fucking Davis. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. There was a difference in the way his body accepted the dick, the way it consumed it rather than mere took it. It was like fucking a living breathing foreign object, each thrilling inward thrust sending his dick deeper into the warm abyss. He couldn't stop fucking the overheated ass, staring down at his dick as if expecting it to emerge differently as well.
He pounded Davis in the usual manner, leaving no stone unturned as he battered the bottom man's innards into pulp. Davis took the brunt of impact, backing his ass up on the huge dick, suddenly needing MORE inside him. He felt strangely unsatisfied as his hungry hole craved more and more consumption.
Hodge held onto him until he felt his dick double in size. Losing control of his senses, he hammered hard into Davis' ass, feeling his orgasm hit upon him like an unexpected car crash. He rammed all the way in at the last second, impaling Davis on the end of his rod when he suddenly unloaded an entire day and night's worth of cum directly into Davis' body.
"AWWWW SHIT, I'M COMIN'...!" he yelled. "AAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!"
Davis could feel Hodge jerking wildly behind him, filling his colon with another burst of cum, the seminal fluids mixing with the residue drugs still lingering in his roost and causing a last minute hallucination as Davis' eyes rolled over white with an exquisite mind FUC.
Hodge took a moment to recover as he left his dick to drain in Davis' gut. He pulled out only after it began to deflate, stepping back to see Davis' pussy hanging open like the mouth of a dead fish...
"LOOK at that bitch cunt of yours..." he said, automatically stuffing his fingers back up the drooling hole. "...you just don't FEEL right unless you've got something stuffed up this ass, am I right...?"
Davis didn't answer vocally, but raised his ass higher to get more fingers deeper in his ass gut. Hodge took that as an immediate invitation. Moving his hand back and forth, he shoved his hand in deeper with every stroke, watching the anal ring stretch around the bridge of his knuckles...
"Can't TAKE it, eh...?" he laughed, as Davis struggled to take the fist up inside him.
With his mind still reeling with residue FUC, he pushed back with his ass until the ring suddenly swallowed Hodge's huge hand. "HOLY SHIT!" surprised the big guy, feeling his fist submerge in deep, wet, pussy.
Jonathan Hodge never fist fucked anyone before. He'd HEARD of it, but never knew anyone dick-hungry enough to take a fist. He watched his wrist being swallowed up by the asshole, the ring inches up his arm like an alien parasite. Pulling his hand feel, he watched it emerge from the overly stretched orifice, sopping wet with semen and dripping with slime...
"Aiight bitch, time to GO..." he said harshly, having hard enough. "...I gotta get ready for work..., and I'm SURE you got more dicks to fuck!"
Davis slowly climbed down off Hodge's bed, then left his room [feeling semen drooling down the backs of his legs]. Heading back to his room, he stopped just before reaching the door, then ran upstairs to the second floor and knocked on the door of the 24 yr old drug dealer...
"Sup...?" asked Ike [sleeping late]...
"I want some more FUC!" said Davis, needing more of that amazing euphoria...
Ike stared Davis up and down, realizing he was already addicted...
"You got any money...?" he asked, hooking himself another customer...
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KING OF PRUSSIA
20 yr old Edward [Eddie] James picked up his coworker [19 yr old Tamak Garrison] outside Tamak's mother's house as usual, then drove into work as if nothing odd had ever happened between them. He cracked jokes at Tamak's expense [as usual], then took interstate-76 north to The King Of Prussia Mall and KFC, where they worked.
While Eddie acted as cool as a cucumber [listening to music with the windows down and talking about nothing in particular], his friend Tamak was becoming unglued mentally. He'd had a secret crush on Eddie since they started working together, hiding his attraction behind sly jokes and listening to Eddie ogle girls at work. He even went as far as to fuck the female manager with Eddie in a 3some, just to see his dick in action. The whole time Eddie was getting his dick sucked and fucking the plump chick's pussy, Tamak was secretly wishing it was HIM instead. Eddie never noticed Tamak paying more attention to HIS dick than he was to the woman they were fucking [partially explained in the Roswell Heights series, chapter-18].
Now [over a year later], Tamak finally got the chance to suck Eddie's dick for the first time, at Eddie's friend's party. And not only did he suck Eddie's dick, Eddie went as far as to actually butt fuck him bareback, shooting his cum deep inside his body. They even kissed, surpassing Tamak's wildest fantasies.
NOW Eddie sat beside Tamak, acting as if none of that happened, as if that day had been nothing more than an adolescent dream...
At work they spent the day heating chicken, cooking fries, filling the soda machines, mopping floors, and taking out trash. Eddie laughed and joked with their other male coworkers, and even flirted with a few females and customers. Tamak retreated outside, too frazzled to continue watching his friend ignore him as if he didn't exist. It was while standing outside [taking a breather], that a mall cop drove up in his security vehicle, and started talking to Tamak.
"Hey..." he said, calling Tamak over to his jeep. "...everything alright...?"
"uh, yeah..." answered Tamak, wondering if he somehow LOOKED troubled to the guard...?
"You don't remember me, do you...?" asked the man.
Tamak studied the guy's face...
"Yeah..." he said, staring. "...you come though the drive through sometimes..." he answered.
The guard chuckled...
"Naw..." he responded, giving Tamak a creepy feeling... "...I remember catching you getting your DICK SUCKED in a car from that male manager that used to work day shift here...! What's his name again...?" he asked, thinking...
"Jerome!" answered Tamak, remembering instantly.
"Yeah..., Jerome..." repeated the man, staring down at Tamak's crotch. "...he was chowing DOWN on that dick before he got fired...! YOU must be gay too, eh...?" he suddenly asked, looking up into the teenager's face. "I mean, to be LETTING him suck you off, and all...!"
Tamak was speechless, not knowing WHAT to say.
At that very moment, Eddie James just so happened to come out the back [`employees only'] entrance looking for him, when he found him talking to the creepy mall cop. There was something about the cocky look on the cop's smug face, the way he eyeballed Tamak up and down as they talked, that made Eddie feel uncomfortable as he walked over and listen...
"...you probably just like him then too, eh...! You like to DO that also? Yeah...it gets kinda boring riding round in this security car all day..., I definitely could use some of THAT when I'm cruising around checking things out, you know...?"
"I...I...guess so..." startled Tamak, unable to form words after feeling as if he were trapped in a box and couldn't get out. He could see the guard staring at him, looking as if he could see straight through him, like he KNEW he was gay and anticipated every word he was about to say...
"Yo, wussup...?" asked Eddie, walking up behind them [startling both men]. "What you niggas talkin' bout...?" he asked, rudely.
"We just having a PRIVATE conversation..." said the guard, trying to get rid of Eddie.
Eddie didn't like the guy's attitude...
"Yeah...?" he asked, unconcerned. "Well, THIS'S my hommie..." he stated, putting his arm around Tamak's waist, pulling him in closer... "...so ANYTHING yall talkin' about, involves ME too! Okay?"
"Oh..." said the guard, noticing the dominate way Eddie showed ownership over the more submissive Tamak... "OH...!" he added, figuring they were a couple! "I ain't mean to step on your toes, man..." he apologized, giving Eddie do respect.
Tamak looked a little lost as the security guard apologized, then suddenly drove off...
"What was THAT all about...?" he asked, pulling away from Eddie.
"YOU tell me!" said Eddie, wondering the same thing. "What were yall talkin' about...?"
"Nothing...!" responded T. "I came outside and HE drove up, asking if I recognized him...? Then he reminded me that he saw Jerome giving me HEAD in the back of his car that day he gave both of US head out here in the parking lot...!"
"Then...?" asked Eddie, waiting for the punch line.
"Then he asked if I was gay too, since he caught me getting head...! I said, `yeah', THEN he started telling me how bored he gets sitting in his security jeep, and how HE could use some of that from time to time...!"
"And you didn't tell homboi to: STEP THE FUCK UP OUTTA YOUR FACE before you get his ass fired...?!" asked Eddie, angrily.
"Well, no...that's when YOU walked up..." explained Tamak.
Eddie looked HOT enough to spit fire...
"What would've happened if I hadn't walked up...?" he asked.
Tamak felt insulted...
"What's THAT supposed to mean...?" he asked.
"What does it SOUND like...?!" asked Eddie. "Do you LIKE that creepy guard of something...?" he asked, pointing at the vehicle driving slowly across the mall lot.
"No...!" answered Tamak, definitely insulted.
"Then WHY didn't you tell that motherfucker you gotta man? Why you ain't tell him to go `fuck off' or something...?!"
"Because I DON'T have a man..." answered Tamak, suddenly noticing the surprised look on Eddie's face. "...do I...?" he asked, suddenly unsure.
"I guess not, IF you gota ask..." answered Eddie, before storming off to go back inside the building, leaving Tamak totally confused...
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WEST PHILLY
21 yr old Elliott McConnell pulled up outside the address given to him by his [former] best friend's mom, after visiting and pretending to still be friends. It was a 3 story walkup, Raheim lived on the top floor. Elliott climbed the steps to his apartment, then took a deep breath before knocking...
21 yr old Raheim Jackson was lying back on his [Salvation Army purchased] sofa, when he heard the unexpected knock at the door. Immediately he turned down the volume on his television set, then nervously [quietly] got up and peeked out the window to see if there were any official police cars downstairs waiting for him...?
"Who is it...?!" he asked, knowing precious few people knew he was back in town.
When no one answered, he cautiously unlocked the door and peeked out... "Elliott...!" he said surprised, stepping back to swing the door open. "Hey...!" he smiled, happy to see his old buddy.
Elliott kept a stone face as he walked into Raheim's apartment, having mixed emotions about seeing the man who flipped his life upside down. "What'r you doin' here, man...? How'd you know where I lived...?"
"I stopped by your mom's house..." explained Elliott, emotionless.
"DAMN..." cursed Raheim, shaking his head at the thought of his mother trying to fix his life. "...I told my mom NOT to tell anybody where I was...!"
"I could only guess why...!" said Elliott, more under his breath than to his friend.
Unable to hold the anger in any longer, he spun around and asked: "Was it WORTH it...?" Raheim sighed, as he slowly closed the door behind them, unsure he wanted to have this falling out right now? "Was it WORTH fucking over our friendship?!"
"What'r you talkin' about, man...?" asked Raheim [playing dumb], as he crossed the room to lay back down on the sofa to finish watching Judge Mathis.
"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about, Raheim...!" yelled Elliott, unable to believe his friend was going to ACT like he had no clue. "I'm talking about the SEX tape WE made showing up on all the NEWS stations here in Philly!"
"You think I had something to do with that...?" asked Raheim, before flopping back down in his lazy position. "What would I benefit from exposing OUR sex tape on TV...?"
"THAT'S the question, though, isn't it...?" asked Elliott. "What DID you get out of it...? YOU were the only one with a copy of it! YOU were the only one who's face or BODY wasn't clearly visible on it! WHO else would send it in...?!"
"I dunno..." said Raheim, pretending to watch TV. "...I LOST that tape after I made it..., ANYBODY could've got ahold of it, recognized YOU in the video, and sent it in! Why does it have to be ME who did it...?"
"You disappeared right after we made that tape...!" recalled Elliott, suspiciously.
"I did'n disappear..., I MOVED to New York...!" informed Raheim.
"With WHAT money...?!" asked Elliott. "We BOTH know your ass was BROKE as shit! Where you get money to LIVE in NY...?!"
"I moved in with a friend..." lied Raheim.
"WHAT friend?" asked Elliott, seeing through the lie.
"You don't KNOW e'ryone I know...!" argued Raheim sarcastically, absentmindedly reaching his hand down into his sweatpants to fondle his soft dick. "I KNOW people all over the place!"
"Internet hookups...!" spit Elliott, having never heard Raheim mention knowing anyone in NY.
"Whateva nigga..." responded Raheim, pulling his pud. "...you wanna SUCK this dick, or what...?"
Elliott laughed at the gull...
"You CAN'T be serious...?" he asked, unable to believe the audacity of his friend.
"What we gonna DO...?" asked Raheim, tired of talking about the subject already. "SOMEONE found the tape and sent it into the News...! I don't know WHO it was, but it wasn't me! I'm sorry I lost the tape, but it's not like I FORCED you to DO the video..., YOU wanted to make it as much as I wanted to!"
"I wanted to LOOK at it while we chilled at your crib..., NOT see it splattered all over the News!" countered Elliott. "Do you have ANY idea what that tape's done to me and my family...?! I may've LOST my job as a police officer! My DAD may lose his campaign to become mayor of the city! And my MOM's attacking the both of us on TV! HOW could you just lie there and be so nonchalant when MY life's going up in flames!?!"
"Oh, and of course all that's MY fault...?" asked Raheim, bringing a little reality into the room. "It can't be b'cuz you cheated with yur mom's boyfriend and turned her into a man hating sphincter? OR b'cuz you did the same to yur dad when you cheated with HIS boyfriend before he was found murdered in the park...?! [both events happened in The Precinct]. You wanna blame ME b'cuz yur life's all fucked up, when really YOU spent all of yur life bein' a selfish asshole..., and now that karma's come back to bite you inna ass, you wanna blame somebody else for all YUR fuck ups!"
"At least I OWN UP to my fuck ups..." debated Elliott. "...I don't PRETEND like I don't know what I did or who I hurt! I take responsibility for my actions, and I TRY to make amends for them...!"
"And how's that goin' for you by the way...?" asked Raheim, having seen Elliott's mom's interview on the News as well.
"FUCK YOU, Raheim!" cursed Elliott, hating his friend at the moment.
"Naw..." said Raheim, pulling his 9 inch dick from his sweatpants... "...but I will fuck YOU if you want...!" he offered. "You remember how I used to tear out that ass...?" he asked, waving his dick enticingly.
Elliott fell to his knees beside the sofa, crouching in close to Raheim's face...
"I wouldn't fuck with you if you had the LAST big dick on the planet...!" he told his friend. "I could KILL you for what you did to me and my family! And if I find EVER out you had a direct hand in exposing that video to the News..., I'll make your life a living hell! Just remember, I have FRIENDS on the police force!"
Raheim had no response as he watched Elliott walk out the door, leaving him alone with a hard dick for the first time in recent memory...
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