LUV THY BROTHA-26 Untouchable!
Written by Eugene Marvin –aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WESTSIDE STUDIOS
WEST PHILLY: 21yr old Philly rapper: MOGUL dropped by the studios of Philadelphia natives: K-Live & Jakal [2 of the top producers in hip-hop/rap]!
"So...I wus wonderin' if we cud SQUASH the beef between us, and WORK together on finishin' up my next cd...? I'm tellin' yall I have A LOT of producer worthy ideas yall'r gonna want IN on...!" pitched the rapper [speaking for himself]...!
The producers glanced at each other...
"We ain't never had no official `beef' with you, Mogul..." one of them said (Jakal), "...however..., you left out of OUR office with a chip on yur shoulder...!...totally disrespectin' us...! {ch-14}! Ain't no way we can let somethin' like THAT go without a proper apology?"
Mogul perked up...!
"Oh..., well I APOLOGIZE then, nigga! What'chu want me to do..., write it out onna billboard? Done! I'll DO it! Whatevea it takes!" said the youngster!
"It ain't THAT simple...!" reasoned K-Live [twisting in his swivel chair]! "Way WE see it, YOU need us MORE than we need you! WE got rappers bendin' over backwards to work with us! Peeps who ain't call us names and walk out like primadonna's...!"
Mogul looked confused...
"So...whadda yall want me to do...?" he asked [lost]!
"Ain't it OBVIOUS, nigga...?" asked Jakal, grabbing his crotch, rubbing the big bulge forming just under the zipper!
Mogul's eyes dropped into the producer's lap...!
"You can't be serious, dawg..." he said [feeling disrespected]! "...yall KNOW how much I'm worth...!"
"We know how much you WERE worth..." challenged K-Live! "...but everybody knows you've SPENT more money than you've made in the last year...! Yur debts are due! Yur behind on yur rent! You OWE yur music company back on advances they gave you...!"
"In other words..., yur ass's in a SLING...!" joked Jakal! "Just so happens we HAVE a sling for you to slip into..., if yur willing...?" he asked [referring to a fuck sling]!
Mogul hesitated [knowing how dire his bills were getting]...!
"So...IF I suck yur dicks..., you'll produce my cd...?" asked the youngster!
"We'll CONSIDER it..." said Jakal, "...but you'd betta be GOOD!" he advised..., as Mogul THOUGHT about it...!
He'd done some THINGS to raise the money for that first cd...! Yes, it was true, he DID give it up to Kane to finance his career...! But that debt was PAID in full by the many times Kane nutted in his mouth and ass, literally fucking the shit out of him!
Mogul slipped out of his seat..., then walked over and stood in front of the 2 producers chairs...! He could clearly SEE the erection formed in Jakal's crotch..., as he reached in and groped it through the material, feeling it stiffness between his fingers!
Wanting to get things started before Mogul had time to change his mind..., Jakal reached down and unfastened his pants, letting his raw (9") dick spring out of the fly, giving the rapper his first look at it!
"We gon DO this, or what...?" asked Jakal, staring into Mogul's eyes!
Mogul licked his lips..., then reached up and twisted his cap around backwards before leaning over to start licking Jakal's dick all over, painting it wet with his tongue! K-Live grinned when he saw Mogul complying, confirming that Kane had been telling the truth all along! HE reached over to the control console in the studio and started up the surveillance cameras, wanting this on tape!
Jakal grabbed the back of Mogul's head and physically FORCED his face down into his lap, MAKING him take the thing WHOLE!
"urrhhgg...urrkk...!!" choked Mogul, fighting to YANK his head up, grasping his neck [as if sore]!
"Don't pretend like this yur FIRST time suckin' dick...!" said Jakal [not falling for Mogul's trick that he wasn't a better cocksucker]! "You'd betta start suckin' it like you KNOW how!"
Mogul smirked [sarcastically], (realizing he'd just been busted)..., then went back down on Jakal's dick, this time taking it straight into his throat without obstruction [realizing the jig was up]!
K-Live slipped off his seat as he walked up beside Mogul and started to purposely rub and grope his ass, shoving his hand down the back of his pants to finger his bare hole! He PULLED Mogul's pants down under his butt [exposing his bare bottom] to admire the muscular ass! Spitting onto his fingers, he reached down and smeared them over the hidden anus as lubricant..., then unzipped his own pants and hoisted out his 10" prod and [using his hand] squeezed the head up between Mogul's ass cheeks [searching for the entrance]!
"UHH...!" groaned Mogul, lifting his head up off Jakal's spit covered prick to protest K-Live's entry! But the producer wasn't trying to hear any objections, as he continued to DIG deep, penetrating the anal ring and forcing his way inside...! "URHHGG...!!" grunted the rapper, feeling the big hard dick taking liberties as it dug through his rectum, burying itself over halfway up his anal chute! Mogul struggled to get out of K-Live's grasp, but the producer wrapped a strong arm about the rapper's waist, holding him in place while he fitted his entire dick straight up his asshole!
"Damn his hole's tight!" thrilled K', grounding against Mogul's cheeks after sheathing his entire dick home!
Mogul had the air temporarily knocked out of his lungs..., as K-Live started thrusting UP into him, holding onto his waist like a life-preserve! Mogul groaned and grunted from the rough fucking, his head tilted back as he breathed heavily in pain!
"Get back on this DICK, nigga...!" ordered Jakal, reaching back up to grasp Mogul's head, forcing it back down on his dick, MAKING him take it back in his mouth while his partner continued to fuck that ass!
The 2 men showed Mogul NO mercy..., having suspected all along that he had homo-talent he was trying to keep under wraps! It was CLEAR that Kane had been right with what he said about the 21yr old pimping out his own ass for money for his first cd!
Mogul TRIED appeasing both men [sucking dick while getting butt-fucked up the ass]..., but it was a difficult thing to maneuver as he was constantly stabbed at both ends at once [unable to concentrate]! His throat was constantly being bombarded with a big dick...as well as his ass! It felt like being impelled on flagpoles at both ends!
After about 10mins of trying, he HAD to come up off Jakal's dick for a breather, allowing K-Live to concentrate more on fucking his ass as the producer took full advantage and started to POUND him standing up! Mogul reached out to grasp the computer console for support, while K-Live held his waist and humped wildly behind him like a dog!! Mogul could FEEL the big dick mauling through his ass, widening his exit wound as he fucked deep and hard!
K-Live hammered into the ass in front of him nonstop, with every intention of seeding the playground with his load! He fucked and fucked, following Mogul towards the console until he felt his dick seize up! He rammed himself all the way in and HELD himself balls-deep as his dick swelled and strained in the gripping sheath..., then erupted in a hail of heavy spurts, coming HARD as he filled the anal cup aplenty with his searing cum!
Mogul was grateful when he felt K-Live climax! He felt the producer ram himself at home in his ass...then felt the deluge of heavy cream pour inside him! K-Live held himself in deep until his orgasm was over! He pulled out a minute later, leaving Mogul's hole feeling raw and empty!
Mogul stood upright [after leaning over the console] and turned towards Jakal who was still sitting in his chair, slow-stroking his dick!
"Climb up on here and RIDE this dick, man...!" he insisted, as Mogul stripped out of his pants and climbed up into the stool-like swivel chair WITH Jakal, aligning his ass over the upright dick before slowly easing down on it...!...feeling it enter him!
K-Live watched his partner's entire dick disappear up the rapper's ass! Mogul sat transfixed for a moment, letting his entrails adjust to the prick NOW invading his body! He started lifting and lowering himself ON the big prick with Jakal's help, as the producer grabbed 2 hefty handfuls of his ass cheeks and started helping him ride [up and down]!
Jakal's 9" dick quickly got coated with the remnants of K-Live's heavy load, as it glistened wetly every time it excreted from Mogul's lifting ass [the tight ring sucking at the upward shaft like a rubber-band]! K-Live sat aside and watched as his friend fucked the rapper, with Jakal letting Mogul fuck himself for the better part of 10 minutes [face to face], before he LIFTED Mogul up in his arms [completely impaled on his dick] and turned him around in the chair until Mogul was leaning back in it with his legs lifted and separated [as if in stirrups]!
Jakal stood in front of him and continued fucking him missionary-style, ramming his long hard prick through the gripping wet hole as he built himself a steady momentum! Both HE and Mogul looked down between their crashing bodies to see Jakal's dick driving straight through his spread cheeks! Jakal slammed his pelvic bone into him nonstop, building a fabulous fuck-pace before feeling his own orgasm come on strong like a the coming tides!
Mogul stroked his own 9" erection as it lay stiffy over his flat muscled stomach! He jacked himself until he came..., lifting his t-shirt to shoot all over his chest and stomach! Jakal felt Mogul's asshole tighten, squeeze, and spasm as he fucked..., and couldn't help dumping his own load directly into Mogul's ass while the young rapper was still recuperating from his own orgasm!
"ARRHHHHHH...!!" he yelled as he came, spitting his bodily fluids directly into Mogul's colon! The 2 men stayed LOCKED together for a while, until Jakal's orgasm was over! Jakal slowly withdrew..., stepping back as his softening dick flopped out of the raw ass...!
"We SQUARE now...?" asked Mogul [curiously], lowering his legs [after the 2 fuckings]!
"Yeah...we `square'!" said K-Live!
"Cool!" responded Mogul, grabbing his pants off the floor as he stepped back into them!
"So...when we gonna work inna studio again...?" he questioned, pulling his pants up over his ass [fastening it at the waist]!
K-Live and Jakal LOOKED at each other...! "We'll CALL you!" they said, as Mogul grabbed his belongings to leave...!
"Aiight..." he said, heading for the exit [totally stoked]! "...I hope to hear from yall SOON..." he anticipated, "...I can't WAIT to get back inna booth! I got a lotta shit on my mind I wanna say on record!"
"That's dope!" said K-Live, just as Mogul left!
The 2 men started LAUGHING together, as K-Live went back to the console and replayed the video of them fucking the rap star!
"I can't fuckin' believe that mofo really think we're gonna WORK with him after he just PROVED to us that Kane was right all along...!" they both agreed!
"I'm gonna SEND this tape to Kane, with OUR faces dubbed out...! HE needs to see what his bul's up to...!" reasoned K-Live, sending a quick email to Kane's phone!
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CITY HALL
David McConnell [the city's mayor] sat behind his desk in his office..., still wondering what was happening with the investigation involving his son...? How LONG had he been missing? Statistics states: the longer a person remains missing, the more likely that they are to be found DEAD!
McConnell refused to believe his son was dead! There HAD to be another logical reason for his disappearance! As far as McConnell could determine, his son wasn't having an affair, so the likelihood that he left his wife and son for another woman was slim to nothing! His car was found, so he wasn't carjacked! The fact that it was found near a murder crime scene was disturbing...but McConnell already knew that was no connection, as detective Malik Jones confirmed his former partner (Lewis Alexander) killed detective Paul Rothman to keep him from going to authorities about his odd behaviors {last chapter}!
"But if Lewis wasn't responsible for his son's disappearance..., WHO was?
"Knock-knock!" said Julio, pretending to knock before walking into the mayor's open office! "You home, roomie...?" he asked, spotting McConnell behind his desk!
"Feel like a little lunch?" he asked, curiously!
"I can't..." said McConnell, trying to look busy behind mounds of paperwork! "...I'm swamped!"
"I thought you'd say that..." said Julio, "...that's why I brought lunch WITH me...!" he added, pulling 2 big bags of takeout hidden behind the door! "Hope you like SOUL FOOD...?" he asked, plopping the greasy bags down on McConnell's desk!
McConnell looked at the containers being pulled out...! It certainly smelt good..., but he wasn't hungry! He had too much on his mind!
"I never really grew up on soul food..." he admitted [as oil and gravy dripped from the Styrofoam containers like toxic waste]! "...my mother was Caucasian..." he explained, "...I grew up on Reuben sandwiches, cobb salads, meatloaves, and stove top mac & cheese...!"
"Good thing you never admitted that in your campaign speeches..." joked Julio, "...you wouldn't definitely lost the BLACK vote!"
"I hate to break it to you, Julio..., but YOU'RE not black either...!" witnessed McConnell!
"Puerto-Ricans and blacks are cousins..." informed the Hispanic man, pulling 2 cold beers from another bag! "...we're as similar as ice cream and frozen yogurt!"
"Nobody admits to liking frozen yogurt...!" said McConnell, accepting the beer, popping the cap before turning it up to his lips to guzzle...!
"You okay...?" asked Julio [able to tell something was wrong], taking a seat opposite David, taking the lids off the food to share!
"You mean other than the obvious...?" asked McConnell [referring to his missing son]! "Yeah. Sure!" he said, trying not to show too much emotion! "Where are we at with The Heights Project...?"
"Everyone's been evacuated and replaced in new housing...! Demolition can move in on schedule!"
"Good..." said McConnell, "...the sooner we get this project started, the better!"
"Burying yourself in your work...?" asked Julio, spooning some chicken and gravy in his mouth! "Why don't we DO something fun tonight...? As a distraction!"
"Fun...?" questioned McConnell!
"Yeah! A jazz bar...bourbon...good food...music...!" suggested Julio!
"They still HAVE jazz bars in Philly...?" asked McConnell [taking another swig of beer]!
"They have EVERYTHING in Philly..." corrected Julio, "...you just need to know where to look!"
"I love jazz!" said McConnell [unable to recall the last time he heard an authentic band play]!
"So it's a date...?" asked Julio [stuffing his mouth with greens and potato salad]!
"A `date'...?" asked McConnell, "I thought you were straight...?"
"I am..." said Julio! "...but I'm currently living with a gay man...!" he joked!
"You should be careful about that..." said McConnell, "...I hear once you go gay, you'll want it every day!"
Julio laughed!
"So THAT coupled with the saying: `once you go black'..., you've got it going on in 2 areas, eh...?"
"Guess you can say that!" teased McConnell [with a smirk], before finishing off his beer!
"Is THAT why Max seemed obsessed with you that day..." asked Julio {in ch-13}! "...because you're half-black and gay...?...so technically he couldn't go back and he wanted it every day!"
McConnell laughed...!
"We seem to be spending A LOT of time on my sex attributes!" said the mayor!
"We DO, don't we...?" chuckled Julio, in agreement! "I guess as a friend..., I'm wondering WHY a guy like you is still single...?"
McConnell smirked...
"Maybe we'll discuss it sometime over drinks...?" said the mayor, reaching for the container of baked macaroni and cheese...!
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ELSEWHERE
Former detective Lewis Alexander drove out to the cheap motel [in the outskirts of the city] he booked himself in a few days ago..., and locked himself in his room! He'd underestimated his former partner (Malik)..., believing a good piece of DICK would put him in check [like a dog with a bone]!
He pulled a bottle of whiskey from a brown paper bag, unscrewed it, then turned it up to his lips before walking into the bathroom to look himself in the mirror! There was a large WHELP across his cheek [where Malik struck him with his own gun]! The skin had broken, leaving a bloody cut behind [which might require stitches later..., but Lewis knew he couldn't just WALK into a hospital for treatment [knowing his FACE was likely plastered all over the news channels by now]!
He's HAVE to get out of the city!
He walked back into the room, flopping back on the bed..., thinking about how badly he fucked his life up by getting involved with `that bitch' Khloe! What the fuck was he thinking...? He gave up his family, his friends, his job...!...all for some tranny chick who turned out to be more boy than girl!
Even if Jennifer COULD find it within herself to forgive him for losing his job and becoming a fugitive..., she definitely wouldn't forgive him for cheating on her with a tranny! He wasn't the MAN she thought he was! She probably wouldn't ever let him see his kids again! He couldn't live with himself knowing his family was out there going on [living their lives] without him...! He turned the bottle back up to his lips [again], taking a deeper swig!
If he couldn't be WITH his family...if they couldn't be together..., then he'd have to take THEM OUT too...!
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ONE UNION TOWER
Biological brothers (Marvin & Tyrone) were working' in [the rapper's] Mogul's high rise apartment [counting money to be shipped out by carriers] (drug runners' who move large amounts of money) when Tyrone got a phone call on his cellphone!
From the ringtone he KNEW who it was instantly..., as he pulled the phone from his pocket [cautiously] before answering...!
"Hey, wussup...?" he said in a low [secretive] voice, catching his brother's ear [who was currently getting an awesome blowjob from one of Mogul's `slaves'!
"Yeah, long time no hear from...!" smiled Tyrone!
"Who that...?" asked Marvin [curiously], currently choking Marshall Hunter [one of Mogul's former FANS whom became a slave to Mogul at a concert in Cincinnati Ohio], {ch-8}! Marvin had the guy by his should-length ponytail, using it to help BOB his head up and down in his lap, making him suck his dick!
"Is that MALIK...?" asked the drug dealer, wondering WHY his brother was being so mysterious...?
Tyrone ignored Marvin's interruptions, as he turned his BACK towards him and continued talking privately! "No, I DO..." he whispered [playfully] over the phone, "...I miss you too...! It's just, you know..., business and STUFF just kinda gets in the way sometimes...!" [he pauses to listen]. "You want to TALK...? About what...?" [pause]. "Yeah, I can meet you!" he said. "YES, I remember where you live at! Don't be a smartass, it ain't been THAT lomg!" he laughed! "Okay. I'm on my way! Seeusoon!" he said, before clicking off!
"I gotta go!" he said to his brother, getting up from their office table [in one of Mogul's private bedrooms turned into The Rollins' Brothers home office]!
Marvin stopped face-fucking the white boy kneeling between his legs..., holding his head down in his lap [fully impaled] as he watched his younger brother get up to leave to meet with...SOMEONE!
"Where you goin'...?" asked Marvin, as Tyrone tucked a gun behind his back, then concealed it with a light leather jacket for travel! "Was THAT Malik...?" asked the older brother! "Since WHEN yall become besties again? I thought WE was'n fuckin' with that nigga anymore...?"
"I'll TALK to you later, bruh!" said Tyrone, heading for the door!
"Naw nigga..." protested Marvin, standing up [pants around his ankles], (white boy choking balls-deep on his 10" prick lodged down the back of his throat), [turning purple from a lack of oxygen]! "...you can't just UP n LEAVE in the middle of a conversation...! Not for some punk ass MALIK!"
"I'll be back, later!" yelled Tyrone [still walking], never turning back (as he headed for his car parked in the building's underground parking lot)!
"MOTHERFUCKA!" snapped Marvin [pissed], as Marshall fainted, falling straight to the floor after Marvin finally released his head [forgetting he had the slave's breathing passages blocked by his big dick]!
Marvin looked down at the naked white man (21) lying unconscious on the floor at his feet..., and reached down to HOIST him up and throw him [facedown] over his desk full of stacks of money! If the fucker wouldn't be able to suck his dick like he wanted [because of unconsciousness]..., Marvin figured he'd fuck his next best hole...!...and physically rammed his thick solid prick straight up the sleeping man's moist asshole!
"UHG!" grunted Marshall [in his passed-out state], feeling the penetration despite being unconscious! Marvin (6'1", 260lbs of rock-solid muscle) gripped the younger man by the hips and started BANGING into his ass hard and strong, taking out his frustrations [for his brother & Malik] on HIS ass!
Like all of Mogul's slaves [before they became slaves], poor Marshall was totally straight when he found himself fanning out for Mogul backstage at a rap concert! Mogul invited him in, then proceeded to proposition him, telling him HE could stay and `party' with them after the show IF he sucked his dick! At first Marshall was horrified by the proposition! He wasn't gay! He'd never sucked a cock before a day in his life! But a second thought told him that one little task could have him rubbing elbows with Mogul and his entourage all night! As a result, he COULD become Mogul's bestie, perhaps being part of his entourage? Besides, WHO would know if he sucked his dick? Without being told to twice, he got on his knees and started to give Mogul one of the worst blowjobs he'd ever received! But Mogul didn't mind, he now had the star-power to turn white guys into cocksuckers!
Marshall had been with him ever-since!
Marvin held onto the captive's waist as he fucked, but his mind wasn't on the young man in front of him, it was on his brother AND Malik! Marvin could just PICTURE the 2 of them fucking behind his back...!...keeping him out of the loop!
It wasn't that Marvin blamed his brother for going back to Malik's ass [Malik had some of the best ass-pussy in town]..., Marvin just didn't like being kept in the dark and made a FOOL of! IF they were fucking again, HE wanted to know! Malik was a COP after all, and since they weren't as CLOSE as they used to be, the chances of him finally diming on them were significantly higher than before!
Marvin's mind rewound to a time when he and Malik were still friendly..., how he would just DROP by the detective's home [unannounced] and FUCK HIM on a whim! Malik would always pretend like he didn't like it..., like he didn't WANT it...but Marvin was always able to make the detective change his mind, fucking him into submission, making him his personal bitch whenever he wanted!
Marvin couldn't COUNT how many times he's fucked Malik's ass and lost his loads in his guts! HE created Malik's pussy! That pussy was HIS first! Now Tyrone was benefiting from all his years of reforming and reshaping the ass-slot into a cunt..., and leaving him OUT of it!
That shit was WRONG!
Marvin had been getting a long slow BJ from Marshall for about 30 minutes [while Tyrone counted cash from their drug sells]! He hadn't been anywhere near coming when Tyrone left, but after ramming his big dick up Marshall's unconscious ass [still wet with someone else's previous load(s) earlier in the day] and taking his anger out on him [slamming his powerful hips into his receptive bottom over and over nonstop] had him building to a climactic surge as he pounded the man in front of him back into consciousness...!
"UHG! UHG! UHH! URHH! UHG! UHG! URHH! URHH! URHHGG! URHHGG!" grunted Marshall [louder and louder] as he became more aware of what was happening to him! He felt the searing pain of a stabbing death shooting through his aching innards as Marvin plowed straight through him [full length] without care or concern! Each inward slap of their crashing bodies caused Marvin's ramrod to appear 10 inches deep in Marshall's ass like a sledgehammer through paper! Marshall re-awoke disoriented..., but had been a `slave' long enough to know NOT to try to interrupt the men abusing him, as it could mean a WORSE torture later!
Marvin pounded his body like a force of nature, picking up speed and power as his hips actually started to MOVE the desk forward across the floor! Marshall cried and withered about on the table like a man being brutally murdered on the street, each brutal stroke into his body felt like another nail in his coffin! The loud wails of pain was music to Marvin's ear, sending him over the edge as he suddenly RAMMED himself in balls-deep and held himself there without backing out! Marshall felt the big dick plunge into him one last time, as the big prick pulsed and thickened before finally shooting its scorching hot load directly into his wrecked innards!
"ARRHHHHGG...!!" shouted Marvin as he came, making sure every drop was planted firmly up the white slave's ass!
Marvin jerked and bolted behind Marshall a few times from the intensity of his orgasm! He pulled his softening dick out moments later..., then made Marshall spin around to suck him clean before ordering him to leave the room!
Marshall got to his feet and staggered his way towards the open door, his wrecked fuck-hole unable to hold the entire load as some of it began to trickle out of him, streaking down the backs of his shaved legs! Marvin could actually see the GAP between Marshall's ass cheeks, keeping his anus on total display while he walked! Marvin smirked to himself, knowing ANY females in the slave's future would instantly know [with just one look] that his ass had been a major playground for some of Philly's fattest black dicks!
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OLD CITY
On the lower side of Center City is a section called `Old City', where the once famed houses of Martha Washington and Benjamin Franklin once stood in the late 1700's! With cobblestone streets and narrow passageways [not formed for automobiles at that time], it still holds some of the old nostalgia from that era! While most of its old dwellings are gone, its been replaced with some of the finest shops and restaurants the city has to offer!
One such place is a small dwelling on one of its smaller streets..., a street too narrow for area traffic to pass through [just wider than a driveway], but it has high foot traffic visiting central shops and a bar called: `Sax's', -where some of the local jazz talent get to showcase their works in the dimly lit, smoky, barroom basement eatery! The place is always packed full of patrons, with a LINE of potential customers usually out the door and halfway down the block! Only those with reserved tables and known celebrities get preferential treatment! When word that the city's mayor (David McConnell) was in line, he and his dinner companion (Julio) were swept to the front of the line and given one of the best tables in the house!
"Mr. Mayor..., I'm Julius Anderson, I OWN the bar! I'm SO glad to meet you!" said the owner [early 40's, inheriting the property from his dad and grandparents]!
"I'm glad to be here!" said McConnell, shaking the younger black man's hand! "I had no idea this place even existed if not for Julio! It's REALLY a nice change from the usual restaurants in town!"
"We try to keep everything authentic!" said Julius, before turning to his old friend!
"JULIO..." he said [with open arms], as the 2 men leaned in for brief hugs! "Where's Latrina? No misses tonight...?" he asked [having met Latrina on several occasions]!
"er...no..." answered Julio [his recent separation from his wife not yet made public]! "...I'm hanging out with THE MAYOR tonight!" he smiled, politely [deciding to keep his marriage woes to himself]! "Could you bring us a bottle of bourbon and 2 shot glasses?" he requested, before letting the owner part ways and attend other customers!
"Definitely..." said Julius, signaling for a waiter! "...and Han will take your orders!" he added, before heading towards the bar!
Julio ordered a `giant bowl' of muscles [the house specialty] as an appetizer, before they ordered their main courses!
"Well..." said Julio [happy with himself], crossing his legs as he lit himself a cigarette...! "...what do you THINK of the place...?"
McConnell looked around...!
"Ole-skool!" he complimented! "I like it, a lot! I'm glad its black owned! There aren't a lot of properties in Old City that has black ownership!"
"Yeah..." agreed Julio, "...his grandfather took a BEATING the first few years he purchased it back in the 70's! A lot of the area owners tried to run him out! Someone even set FIRE to it once! But they kept rebuilding and renewing it until Jules turned it into the jazz bar it is today!"
"Why jazz...?" asked McConnell, "Why not hip-hop? That seems to be the rave today!" he wondered, as the bartender sat the bourbon bottle on the table between them, along with 2 shot glasses before pouring it for them!
"Thank you!" smiled Julio, as the bartender walked off!
"Jules went to The College Of The Arts..." he explained, "...where he majored in music! He can play 8 different instruments...!...including sax!"
"Impressive!" said McConnell, chugging the first shot from his glass!
Julio hesitated...
"You said EARLIER that we'd talk about why you're single...?" he reminded, causing McConnell to grin [bashfully]!
"There's no ONE easy answer to that question..." said the mayor [running his fingertip (thoughtfully) around the rim of his glass]! "...high stress jobs; family issues; public eye; take your pick...! A lot of people can't cope with the lifestyle!"
"Bullshit!" said Julio [blowing smoke from his lips]!
"Excuse me...?" said McConnell, not sure he was hearing correctly...? "Am I not your boss, still...?" he joked [with a chuckle]!
"I'm OFF the clock!" reminded Julio [with a little sass]!
"I've been WATCHING you for a while..." said the married Puerto-Rican, "...you're attractive, successful, intelligent, level-headed, insightful..., and from what I can discern from the chatter in the office..., pretty HOT in bed...!"
McConnell's eyes widened...!
"WHAT `CHATTER' AROUND THE OFFICE...?" he asked, realizing people was talking about him [for better or worse]!
"Water cooler talk, really...!" said Julio [nonchalantly]! "You KNOW you've had several relationships since you've been in office!"
McConnell thought...
"I only dated 2 men while Mayor..." he recalled (Ramone & Maximilian)! "...and neither of them were publicized...!"
"No..." agreed Julio, "...but WORD gets around the office...!" reminded the liaison!
"Anyway..." he added, just as a big bowl of black muscles were sat in front of them [along with 2 serving bowls, garlic breads, and napkins]! "...the way I see it..., you have a habit of picking men who aren't on your intellectual level...!"
"Oh really...?" laughed McConnell! "So you've MET every man I've ever dated...?" he asked [as they began spooning muscles into their smaller serving bowls]!
"No..." admitted Julio [sitting his lit cigarette in an ashtray while he ate]! "...but from the ones I have met, Max in particular..., I could TELL it wasn't stimulating conversation that lured you...! and I'm sure they're all probably intimidated by your stature!
"You're a regal man..." described Julio, catching McConnell's attention! "...so lesser men, men who aren't intellectually suited..., find themselves with the shorter end of the stick, so-to-speak! In some cases you probably become the daddy' or the father figure' in the relationship..., which I'm SURE is a title you aren't looking to take!" he explained!
"No, of course not...!" agreed McConnell, intrigued! "So what do YOU recommend...?" he asked, curiously!
"A dating app...!" suggested Julio, causing McConnell's face to frown! "NO, seriously..." continued the married man! "...you type in your description and what you find attractive in others..., and the site gives you a list of possibilities based off the information you put into it!
"You're more likely to match up with someone on the site with the same likes and distastes than you are meeting people naturally in bars, clubs, or wherever you go to meet people...!"
"Is THAT how you met your wife...?" asked McConnell [while tasting his first muscle]!
"That's GOOD!" he said, loving the robust flavors in his mouth!
"Naw..." smirked Julio [in answer to the mayor's question]! "...I met Trina through her SON: Kaleb...! I sort of TOOK him under my wing after I got him to stop selling drugs at The Heights!" [a modified version of how they actually met],{In Roswell Heights ch-11}!
"Trina LIKED the change I made in her son {ch-22}..., and the chemistry between us seemed genuine, so I asked her out...!"
"And the rest is history..." added McConnell, "...PROVING chance meetings are better than computer generated ones!"
"Well..." sighed Julio, "...we ARE separated now and probably headed for divorce..., so take from that what you will...!" joked the married man [staying in one of the mayor's spare rooms], turning his drink up to his lips for a quick gulp!
"All relationships are crapshoots..., no matter HOW you meet!" said McConnell [cracking open another muscle]! "Have you TALKED to Latrina yet...?" he asked afterwards, concerned!
"Over the phone..." admitted Julio [pouring 2 new shots]! "...we're still MILES away from agreeing with each other!" he added, before getting into his bowl of muscles!
"Its never good when a marriage ends!" stated McConnell! "Christina and I were MISERABLE in our marriage..., yet it was still tough to walk away! It was REALLY rough on our kids...,, David in particular..." he managed to say before getting choked up [suddenly recalling how his SON was still missing]!
Julio reached across the table and gripped McConnell's forearm in support, seeing his physical reaction to the mere mention of his son's name [so casually]...!
"I uh..., I'm sorry..." said McConnell [gathering himself back together]! "...this is WRONG!" he said, finishing his second shot before getting up from the table! "I shouldn't be out having a good time while my son is still missing!" he protested [feeling guilty for having a life]! "I need to go!" he added, heading for the door!
"I'll go with you!" said Julio, rising up with him!
"No..." said McConnell, "...STAY, enjoy the music, the food, your FRIEND..."
"Fuck the food..." said Julio, reaching into his wallet to pay the bill [despite not finishing their entrees], (which hadn't arrived at their table yet)! "...THIS is more important!" he declared, taking the bottle with them as they headed for the door!
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EAST FALLS
"Again, I'm SORRY for tonight..." said the mayor, feeling a little more rational [in the comforts of The Mayor's Mansion]! "...I just felt so WRONG sitting there enjoying myself while my son might be..." he choked again, trying not to think of him as DEAD!
Julio handed McConnell another drink [from the library's bar] to help calm him down]!
"I understand..." he said, "...believe me!" he added [having lost his own son (Ethan) in a drive-by shooting when he was 6]!
They took seats on the library's sofa, a small fire burning in the fireplace!
"I just feel so HELPLESS..." vented McConnell, "...despite having the entire city's law division at my disposal! "WHAT GOOD is having eyes everywhere if no one's seen him...?" he pondered!
"You NEVER stop being a parent..." sympathized Julio, "...no matter how OLD they get or how much TIME passes by...! I still THINK of my son every day! And there are days when I feel GUILTY too..., for living...for loving and enjoying life...wishing it had been ME that died that day instead of Ethan!
"But I SINK myself in my work..." continued the Rican [between sips of wine], "...doing my BEST to try to make sure the same thing doesn't happen to other father and son...! THAT'S why Latrina and I are separated..." he explained, "...she's never lost her son, so SHE doesn't understand that I NEED to do projects like: FAD', like: project relocation', to keep busy and NOT go insane thinking of my son!"
"I understand!" said McConnell, grasping Julio's shoulder [as they sat together on the same sofa]! "And I'm GLAD you accepted my `liaison' position!"
"So am I..." said Julio [removing his glasses to wipe the wetness from his eyes], (in regards to his son)! "...you have no idea how MUCH it helped me cope with keeping my emotions in check!"
"Seems like we're BOTH in similar boats...!" said McConnell, finishing off his drink!
"SAME boat, actually...!" corrected Julio [staring at McConnell in a way McConnell never noticed before]...!
"Same boat...?" questioned the mayor [believing maybe Julio had too much to drink]...? "I said `similar' because you're not gay...!" he stated, factually!
"No..." agreed Julio [through smoldering eyes]..., "...NOT gay...but..." he added, vaguely!
McConnell's eyebrows raised...!
"You're bisexual...?" he asked [putting 2 & 2 together]!
"Yes..." answered the liaison, honestly! "...before my marriage...! Before Latrina!"
"I'm surprised...!" said McConnell, "I never knew!"
"Well..., its not something one BRAGS about to his friends...!" joked Julio! "But you know the ole saying; `birds of a feather flock together'...! WHY did you think I was hanging out with a tableful of bisexual men at the sports bar if I wasn't one also...?" questioned the handsome Rican [referring to ch-15]!
"I don't know..." blushed McConnell, realizing Julio was right! "...you never introduced any of them in a way that led me to believe you knew MORE than you let on...! I just assumed you knew their secrets from intimate talks yall might have had from time to time! It never occurred to me that YOU were part of the equation also!"
Julio placed his drink on a nearby table..., then reached/leaned over in McConnell's direction and planted a soft kiss directly on his lips!
McConnell [shocked] moved back, breaking the kiss as he stared back at Julio flabbergasted! The 2 men paused for a second as neither said anything in their defenses, then Julio leaned in [again] and kissed the mayor again! This time McConnell didn't recoil, as he started to kiss the handsome Puerto-Rican back! Soon their lips parted as Julio's tongue was the first to emerge! McConnell moaned softly when he felt Julio's oral muscle slip into his mouth! He suckled at it gently as they parted lips further, exchanging saliva! Julio pressed McConnell onto his back [and got on top], becoming more aggressive as the 2 men twisted and turned their heads [heatedly] in opposite directions (drilling each other's mouths)!
The kisses were long, wet, and smoldering..., as Julio started to ground into McConnell, both men feeling the other's erection pressing against him through their dress slacks! McConnell's legs parted [automatically] as Julio slipped in-between! McConnell's hands went around Julio's back, roaming down to his ass as the married man started grinding into him!
"n...nu...no...No...!" protested McConnell, pushing up against Julio's chest, making him LIFT up off him! "We can't DO this..." he said, pushing the Rican back up into sitting position! "...you're MARRIED!"
"I'm practically divorced!" defended Julio [panting]!
"For NOW..." said McConnell [regaining his composure]! "...until one day when you and your WIFE decided to `try again'...!
"I CAN'T get involved with a married man, Julio..." reasoned David, sincerely! "...that's WHY I broke it off with Max...!...and he's only engaged!"
Julio sulked! "So since I'm still LEGALLY married, despite my wife and I living in separate buildings..., WE can't make love even though we clearly WANT to...?"
"I'm sorry!" said McConnell, getting up [adjusting his clothes to try to conceal the hard-on bulging through his pants]! "I cheated on Christina when I was married, believing it wasn't technically `cheating' since it wasn't with another woman..., but believe me, she STILL took it as if I'd cheated with another woman AND had kids with her secretly!
"Cheating isn't the answer to your problems! TALK to your wife! TRY to work it out face to face! If there's no reconciliation, then you can walk away and BE with whomever you want to be with! Until then, you're untouchable!" stated the mayor, before leaving the library and heading upstairs to his bedroom [having narrowly escaped with his morals intact]!
Julio sucked his teeth [as he watched McConnell walk away]! The very things that attracted him to the mayor (his dignity, his honesty, his sensibility) were the very things keeping them apart!
Julio reached for his glass..., then DOWNED the entire contents in one gulp, wishing for the first time since marrying his wife..., that he'd never gotten married at all!
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