[***READER'S NOTE: THERE ARE CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES THAT DATE BACK FOUR TITLES. IN ORDER TO GET THE FULL STORY, PLEASE READ:
.1- "PRECINCT TWENTY-THREE" .2- "THE HOLE" .3- "THE PRECINCT" .4- "ROSWELL HEIGHTS" (in that order), AS THIS STORY MAY GO BACK TO THOSE TITLES AS REFERRENCE. --DOGG***] _____________________________________________________________________________
THE DISTRICT Political Opponents
Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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The staple in most black communities, the binding force that usually keeps the honor of family and pride together, is tied (in deep part) to the black church. No matter how run down or dilapidated the neighborhood, one could always find pillars of the community in nearby churches, uplifting, uprising, and feeding food for thought to the hungriest of souls and minds.
51 yr old reverend Malcolm H. Holmes is one such feeder, preaching the good word of the gospel, and pointing out much of what's wrong with the world in his weekly sermons. With followers in several churches across the city, he spreads his word by visiting as many congregations as his busy schedule allows, gaining more prospective voters who grow tired of watching the rich get richer while the poor get poorer.
Reverend Holmes has the definite gift for gab, AND the reputation for causing change (no matter how small) in neighborhood communities. With the word of his candidacy for Mayor Election spreading with each new visit, he makes sure his political views of "zero tolerance" of drugs in the streets, for strict and harsh justice for criminals who breech the school's safety laws by selling paraphernalia to children on school grounds, and to STOP the spread of sale and distribution of drugs in poor neighborhoods where gang violence is running wild and rampant, --is heard by every registered voter in the Hood.
His loyal aids roam the church pews with collection boxes, taking tides and informal donations to help launch his campaign and make it a reality. Aides like Demeece Howard, a married mother of two (one of whom children is the illegitimate child of Holmes') who finds it harder and harder to afford dinner on the table for her family, despite having two viable incomes. And Mr and Mrs Jerome Taylor, a husband and wife from the South Philly projects (and sexual servants of The Reverend's and his benefactors), who's devoted all of their spare time to campaigning for the reverend and his cause. And Brian Dunn, the former aide to former Philadelphia mayor Anthony Edwards, volunteering his valuable time (and mouth, and ass) to service Holmes when and wherever he needed him.
"People THINK there's a WAR in this country against Afghanistan, but it isn't!" said Holmes, standing at the front podium, facing a sea of faces in his standing room only congregation. "People think there's a WAR in this country against drugs..., but it ain't!" he added, getting some odd looks from the audience as well as cheers. "They think there's a WAR against the races..., but it's not! The WAR isn't against your neighbors..., it isn't against your spouse, or your children, or boss, or work..! The WAR is against the greedy hand of Government, and the way politicians think they can RAISE TAXES any time they feel like it...! We watch the cost of living go UP and UP, while our pay rates go down faster than a crack hoe on Friday night! We can't afford to send our children to college..., and even if we do, they can't find a reasonable job once they get out! They've allowed for ALL of our big paying factory companies to move to third world countries to hire cheap labor, while the rest of us go into foreclosure on our homes...! They cut spending in schools, cheating our children out of their education! They cut back on social security, making it harder for the elderly to support themselves in what's supposed to be their Golden Years! They cut the police force, allowing criminals to run rampantly through the streets! They cut our fire departments, making fire trucks take twice as long to get to our burning houses! I say enough is enough! The NEXT Mayor of Philadelphia needs to be able to walk into City Hall and DEMAND the rights of its citizens! He needs to be of god, with one faith, able to hold true to his word and demand betterment for everyone in the community! If I'm elected to be the next Mayor..., I promise a change in the way we do business! I promise to turn this city around, and make it, once again, a city its citizens could be PROUD to say they live in!"
With that, there was a burst of joyous cheer throughout the church as the choir burst into rejoiced song. While rev Holmes stood on the front stage speaking to his followers, Brian Dunn was in back counting donations from the day's collections...
"Here's the next box of donations...!" said Jerome Taylor, stepping into the back office with a box full of loot.
32 yr old Brian Dunn sat before piles of cash, all counted out and paper clipped in stacks of a hundred. Rev Holmes trusted Dunn as his assistant, knowing his servitude was surpassed by none. He knew this as Dunn had pledged his loyalty to the reverend many times over, while on his knees sucking the latest load from the reverend's over worked dick and balls.
"Did you HEAR that applause out there...?!" asked Holmes, coming into the back office fully stoked, adrenaline running through his veins like heroine. "They LOVE the idea of me running for Mayor!"
"As they should..." said Dunn, encouragingly. "...who else better to clean the DEMONS from City Hall than a reverend...? We just have to make sure EVERYONE is on board with the idea...! And that includes the suburbanites who don't believe the inner city's problems don't affect them!"
"And HOW are we going to do that...?" asked Holmes, unfastening his pants before taking a seat on a nearby sofa, signifying Jerome Taylor's talents as the married man sat down his collection box and crawled obediently between the rev's thick thighs.
"By making SURE the inner city's problems become theirs...!" said Dunn, watching Jerome take the reverend's thick hard-on into his mouth. "Kane's been looking to expand out of South Philly..." continued Dunn, as the reverend relaxed in his seat, enjoying the hot knob-job his constituent was giving him.
41 y/o Jerome Taylor became a sexual slave to reverend Holmes after coming home one day to find his wife (Roseland) getting fucked royally by their Sunday pastor. Jerome was astonished to find the 50 year old reverend on top of his naked wife, pounding his thick dick into her like a horny newlywed on the first night of his honeymoon.
Jerome rushed into the bedroom, determined to stop the spectacle and save his wife from being thrashed. However, he was ill prepared for the reverend's brazenness, as the 6'2" 200+ pound man got up from the bed, then physically thumped Jerome, punking him in front of his wife (see chap-32 of Roswell Heights for details). From then on Jerome (and his wife Roseland) had been Reverend Holmes's leading participants in volunteering their time to help Holmes in his run for Mayor, acting as collectors, contributors, aides, and sexual slaves whenever needed.
Holmes loved the new life his career change had getting him. He'd gone from having his pick of congregation members to seed and sodomize, to a much larger number of potential voters who wanted to pledge their time, money, and bodies to his cause. Sometimes Holmes could barely contain the hard-on threatening to burst from his pants while he shakes hands and greets some of the men and women eager to make themselves known when he's passing through a congregation. Some of the faces he recognizes, recalling how they looked with his dick stuffed in their mouths or how erotically the moaned when he was fucking their juicy cunts or tight asses. But most of the faces are new and fresh, eager young voters hoping to make a name for themselves by promising servitude to his campaign. Most of them will walk away on voters day feeling like they helped change the world, but a small few will walk away with limps, after learning what its like serving the new Mayor up close and personal.
Jerome sucked Holmes dick with the fierceness and pace Holmes had mandated to get himself off as quickly as possible. With a church full of people standing just outside his door, Holmes knew he didn't have all day to work on excreting his load, he had to pop one out quick so his dick could deflate before greeting the well wishers who came to support him, or else they'd see his big hard dick pressing out against his leg.
He placed one of his massive hands atop Jerome's bobbing head, then helped guide him up and down faster, making Jerome suck deeper with every stroke. Jerome's mouth stretched around Holmes' thick 8" dick, taking it into his throat (as he had been doing since becoming the reverend's premier cocksucker) almost effortlessly, indeed having pleasured Holmes more than any other dick sucker on the reverend's staff.
Jerome could feel the fat dick bursting through his throat as he sucked, ballooning his neck as his mouth sped up and down the thick black veined sides like a canopy. Jerome had grown accustomed to sucking the reverend's dick, much as one grows accustomed to bringing his boss his morning coffee. It was like second nature to fall to his knees at a moment's notice, stretching his mouth wide to accommodate the boss's pride and joy, sucking and lavishing over it as if it was the most important thing in the world, bringing it to a climactic end as the cum spew in his mouth and down his throat like a gush of milk protein.
The people outside waited patiently for their prince to arrive, believing he was taking a much needed break to recoup after giving such an arousing speech. They couldn't wait to show their support, believing they could finally have a voice in City Hall. But while they patiently awaited the reverend's return, the reverend was pounding his dick down the back of Jerome's throat, using his head and neck as a plunger as he forced him to bob harder and faster.
Jerome sucked hungrily, eager to catch the reverend's seed as his mouth was force fucked up and down the straining pillar.
"Oh yeah..., here it comes..." warned Holmes, tossing his head back in ecstasy as his eyes closed dreamily. "...I'm about to flood that throat...! Make sure you catch every drop..., I can't afford to have sex stains all over my suit!"
Jerome groaned in agreement, knowing his proper place. He sucked and sucked until he felt the reverend's dick expand, then start firing spurt after spurt of thick creamy masses of warm semen straight down the back of his raw throat. "Ahhhh yeeeaaahhhh..." moaned Holmes, careful not to moan too loudly and alert his public.
Jerome felt the cum spurts pouring down the back of his throat, and knew he was being rewarded for a job well done. He wrapped his fist around Holmes' dick and pumped the last droplets of semen into his sucking mouth, swallowing everything he was gifted.
Dunn waited until he was sure the reverend's pipes had been thoroughly cleaned before continuing...
"Like I said..." he continued, finishing up with the money count on the table. "...with Kane spreading his poisons into the suburban communities..., it'll only be a matter of time before they TOO will be singing the praises of `Reverend Holmes for Mayor!'"
"I LIKE that...!" grinned Holmes, standing as he tucked his shrinking (satisfied) dick back into his trousers and headed for the door. Jerome climbed up off his knees just as Holmes opened the side door into the church, where he was greeted by several hundred guests, all eager to voice their love and support.
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MANAYUNK
53 yr old David L. McConnell (6'1", 170 lbs with a medium muscular build, a light skin [mulatto] complexion, salt & pepper hair/mustache) was running on his treadmill, trying to keep in shape after resigning from his job as Police Captain of Precinct-23. At the station he had his choice of weights in the weights room to keep in adequate shape, but since leaving the force to pursue his run for Mayor of Philadelphia, he's had to find his own means of keeping his body healthy.
"I can think of ANOTHER way you can burn off the calories...!" joked 31 yr old Ramone Davenport (6'4", 185 lbs with a muscular build, dark [chocolate] brown complexion), McConnell's lover.
"Twice this morning wasn't good enough for YOU...?" asked McConnell, running along at a good pace. "You've got to remember, I'm not a young buck like YOU are...! Every ejaculation needs a half a day to recuperate!"
"Bullshit!" laughed Ramone, fully aware of McConnell's limitations. "I seem to remember a time, not TOO long ago, where I was awakened 3 times after midnight for rematches! THAT certainly doesn't sound like an old man to me!"
"Remind me again how old your DAD is...?" inquired McConnell.
"48." said Ramone, knowing where McConnell was headed. "But my DAD had me when he was only 17..." reminded the 31 yr old. "...he was a senior in high school!"
"Still doesn't hide the fact that I'm 3 years OLDER than your father...!" said McConnell, powering down his treadmill after nearly an hour long run. "So, what's NEW in the Precinct...?"
"Same ole..." said Ramone, watching McConnell's body glisten with sweat before handing him a towel to dry off on. "...drugs, homicides, corruption, extortion..., nothing's changed!"
"And THAT'S just in the police station!" joked McConnell, grabbing an energy drink off the table before downing half of it in several (bobbing Adam's Apple) gulps. "If I'm ever elected Mayor, the police corruption and extortions are the FIRST THING on the agenda!"
"Do you really believe it's THAT spread throughout the Force...?" asked Ramone, curiously.
"After discovering how many officers in MY OWN department was tied into Terminator's scheme to shake down drug dealers for loose change (Precinct-23, the first series)..., I don't put anything past anyone anymore!"
"Surely you don't put ME in that category...?" asked Ramone, walking up on McConnell closely. "Not the guy who's been sucking your dick and eating your ass for the past year or so...!"
McConnell turned around to face his lover, taking note the serious drop in Ramone's voice, a sure sign of romantic overtones.
"I think I can rule YOU out...!" he said, as Ramone leaned in for a kiss. McConnell was just about to plant one on his lips when he noticed someone stalking around outside his living room window. Ramone watched curiously as McConnell abandoned kissing, then moved swiftly across the room and pulled back the drapes, only to find a reporter trying to get a picture of him and his lover in action. The man ran off once he realized his cover had been blown. Ramone walked up beside McConnell as they watched the man dart across the parking lot to a car he had waiting on the street.
"WHO the hell was that...?!" asked Ramone, seeing the man haul ass.
"They'll try ANYTHING to catch me in a compromising position..." informed McConnell, pulling the drapes closed. "...to EXPOSE me as an unfit candidate for the Mayor's race...!"
"So..." said Ramone fearfully, knowing he and McConnell had already broken up once under McConnell's pressure to keep his sexuality out of the media. "...what're we gonna do...?"
McConnell looked back at his lover, the wheels obviously turning in his head...
"I guess we're going to just have to MOVE into a more secure building!" he announced, much to Ramone's joy.
"WHEW!" said the younger man, wiping pretend sweat from his brow. "You scared me for a minute...! I thought you were gonna call it QUITS again...!"
"Never that...!" said McConnell, pulling Ramone back into his arms before planting a strong wet one on his pursed lips. He felt McConnell's tongue enter his mouth swiftly, as the two men pressed their bodies into each other tightly, their hands gripping and groping their asses like horny teens on their first date.
Today McConnell was the aggressor, the first to unequivocally express his desires by forcing his free hand down the back of Ramone's pants to finger his asshole. Ramone could feel the finger digging into his anus, prying its way into him, making his body crave more.
"You ready for your workout...?" asked McConnell, taking Ramone up on his earlier offer.
"Definitely!" said the younger man, undoing his own pants as he and McConnell began to strip.
McConnell removed his sneakers, socks, gym shorts and jock strap, while Ramone removed everything he wore in from the office. As soon as they were both naked, McConnell pushed Ramone over against the sofa, then preceded to eat his ass. Ramone moaned aloud as McConnell's face was pressed up between his cheeks, his searching tongue licking between the crevice to zero in on his delightful hole (he was glad he took a shower before leaving the station).
McConnell positioned Ramone on his knees on the sofa, his ass protruding out towards him as he roughly licked and sucked his lover's asshole, tasting the freshly showered anus against his tongue as he drilled it through the clenching ring.
Ramone slowly stroked his 10.5" dick, jetting his ass back against McConnell's face, feeling his talented tongue dart in and out of him. He loved the way David ate his ass (much like a straight man eats a woman's vagina), rubbing his facial stubble between the sensitive cheeks while devouring the hole. Sometimes they held ass eating contests, to see WHO could suffer the exquisite lashing longer without begging to be fucked first? Most of the time Ramone lost, needing to feel the length of his man's dick inside him after an hour's worth of tongue drilling. But sometimes (not often), McConnell lost, pulling away from Ramone's darting tongue to turn around and plant himself down on his 10.5" pole without so much as a word. Ramone would laugh at McConnell's insistence, knowing he'd driven his older lover into a sexual frenzy.
McConnell pulled Ramone's ass cheeks as far apart as he could, pushing as much spit up into his ass as physically possible before pulling away. Ramone knew what was next as he widened his knees to present his ass for fucking. He looked back to see McConnell lubing his 9.5" thick dick with spit, making it slippery before aiming it up between the cheeks and pushing inward. "UHHHH...!" groaned Ramone, feeling the fat head force its way inside. "Where's the KY...?" he asked, knowing the anal lube would make entry easier.
"You're a MAN..." teased McConnell, adding more spit from his mouth as it drooled down in a long trail from his extended tongue. "...take it like one!"
"Okay..." said Ramone, gritting his teeth as the dick dug deeper. "...but remember this when its MY turn...!"
McConnell could feel Ramone's asshole resisting his entry, the anal ring tightening automatically as he pushed more and more dick past the sphincter muscles. Each time he eased back, he'd add more spit from above, drooling it down onto the area where his dick disappeared up his lover's ass. Ramone was grateful for the added saliva, as each new coating made entry much easier. Soon he could feel McConnell's long curved dick sliding into his bowels before feeling his hairy pubic bone scratching against his upturned cheeks.
"I'm IN, baby...!" announced McConnell, grinding his hips into Ramone's ass.
Ramone celebrated by tightening his fuck hole, choking McConnell's dick by cutting it off at the base. McConnell groaned happily as the strong anal muscles gripped him tightly, milking his dick base before he began pulling back to fuck.
"Shit baby...add more spit...!" complained Ramone, feeling McConnell's dick dragging his asshole out with it during the withdraw.
"You'll get used to it soon enough...!" said McConnell, liking the tight squeeze as Ramone's chute closed in around him, refusing to let go. McConnell changed direction when he pushed back in, sliding his dick back through the anus with his first thrust, causing Ramone to gasp unexpectedly.
"UHHH...!" groaned the police detective, feeling his lover's dick stab through him.
McConnell fucked Ramone with soft slow strokes, allowing his body to get used to the invasion before turning up the power and going stalk raving mad with desire. He wanted Ramone to enjoy getting fucked as much as HE enjoyed fucking him, keeping him coming back for more. Ramone could feel the dick moving back and forth through him, stretching his anal walls and forcing him to comply.
"Shit man..., you trying to save on lube costs or something...?" he asked, lifting his head from the sofa's back to look back at his lover while he got drilled from behind. "If you're short on cash, I could break down and pay for the next bottle...!"
"As the possible next Mayor of the city..., I really need to start trimming the budget...! If the CITY was to ever find out just how much we spend on lubrication alone..., I'd NEVER get elected!"
"I'm sure the CITY is wel aware how often they've been fucked by City Hall..." assured Ramone, "...and they would WELCOME the cost of lubrication if it made getting screwed by the politicians any easier!"
"Oh you got jokes...!" laughed McConnell, fucking steadily through his boyfriend's ass. "We'll SEE how funny you think it is to be a politician's wife once the media gets hold that a GAY man's running for City Mayor!"
"I'm prepared to take on whatever role I need to to be with you!" assured Ramone, arching his back to steal a kiss. McConnell leaned in over Ramone's arched back and kissed him passionately on the lips, while thrusting continuously in and out of his ass.
Ramone reached up with his free hand to cup McConnell behind the head, steadying his head as they locked lips. He was still stroking his dick while giving his ass up for fucking, sucking mildly on McConnell's tongue.
"Let's change position..." suggested Ramone, wanting easier access to McConnell's kissing mouth.
McConnell withdrew as Ramone turned around and flopped down on his back, lifting his legs to expose his ass for MORE fucking. He waited eagerly as McConnell climbed aboard the sofa, aiming his dick back down against the hole before pushing in, feeling the asshole slowly swallow him up.
"Shit man..." moaned Ramone, staring up into McConnell's eyes. "...your dick's getting bigger every day!"
"I WISH!" laughed McConnell, grinding his pelvic bone home before continuing his fuck.
Leaning in over Ramone's body, he resumed kissing while Ramone slow stroked his hard-on, his legs spread up and wide as McConnell humped between them, driving his fat dick in and out of his hole. Ramone reached up with his free hand, wrapped his arm loosely about the back of McConnell's neck. The two men fucked in complete unison for nearly 10 minutes before McConnell finally broke the kiss and grabbed the backs of Ramone's legs for a power fucking.
Ramone knew what his body was in for when McConnell rose up on his knees, adding his weight onto the back of his thighs as he pressed Ramone's legs down against his chest and started thrusting harder in and out of his ass. By now Ramone's asshole had loosened and lubricated itself under the constant in/out pressure of his lover's big dick. He was still stroking his own massive prick when it suddenly started spewing semen all over his chest and stomach, painting white streaks of sperm across his dark skin canvas.
McConnell watched the cum shoot out of Ramone's dick, and leaned forward to lick up as much as he could off his lover's hairy chest. McConnell felt a surge of lust pass through him as the slightly salty taste of his lover's sperm hit his taste-buds. Lifting back into position, he resumed fucking, pounding Ramone's ass harder as he looked down to watch his light-skinned dick pump in and out of his lover's dark-skinned ass cheeks.
"Oh shit..., I'm coming too...!" announced McConnell, punching his dick through Ramone's ass even harder, as each thrust sent a thick jolt of semen straight from his pulsating manhood and directly into Ramone's sucking bowels. "AARRRRRHHHHHH SHIT...!" he screamed, losing his load as it poured into his boyfriend, flooding his gut with a healthy load of surging semen.
Ramone reached up and pulled McConnell down on top of him, lying chest to chest as they resumed kissing like long lost lovers, sinking into the sofa cushions like quicksand as their bodies melted into one mold.
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WEST PHILLY
28 yr old police detective Malik Jones got off work with thoughts of returning home to his new girlfriend (Fontella) and their new born baby (Lillian). He found a parking spot relatively close to their apartment (the apartment he once shared with his former lover/roommate Marvin Rollins), and made the journey to go inside. Malik hadn't had any contact from Marvin since the breakup, where Malik made it abundantly clear that he intended to be with Fontella and their daughter, living life as a STRAIGHT couple with a child to raise. Marvin was none too pleased to get the boot after so many years together with the same dude, sure he'd been unfaithful [with guys AND girls], but that was to be expected, after all, they were GUYS. In fact, Malik had been Marvin's longest running relationship, so it stood to reason that Marvin felt some `type of way' when he packed his belongings and stormed out of the apartment after giving Fontella a hateful look. All in all, Malik thought Marvin took the news rather well, leaving without too much of an argument.
Putting his key in the door, Malik entered the building exhausted, hoping for nothing more than a hot bath and a warm meal before heading to bed early. He stopped in the foyer to check for mail, finding only bills before opening the second door into the building leading to the stairswell, where he was immediately accosted by a large man dressed in black, wearing a black hooded mask.
Malik was jumped from behind, knocked violently up against a wall, physically roughed up, then dragged towards the back of the stairs. The assailant knew Malik had a gun on him and immediately confiscated it, tossing it on the floor out of reach. Dazed and confused, Malik was shoved (face first) up against the back wall before the attacker started yanking down his pants. Without unbuckling Malik's belt first, it took several hard yanks before the pants (and belt) slipped down off the detective's hips and down around his thighs, exposing his supple ass.
At first Malik thought he was being robbed, and figured he probably wouldn't get hurt too badly if he just complied and did what the robber wanted. But once his gun was found and tossed, Malik knew the assailant knew WHO he was.
With his face pressed against the wall, Malik felt a wet finger run up his ass crack, searching for his hole. When the assailant found what he was looking for, he roughly shoved his middle finger inside (DRY), all the way up to the third knuckle. Malik grunted aloud as he rose up on his tip-toes, trying to avoid the inevitable. The assailant held one hand pressed firmly into Malik's back (between the shoulder blades), keeping him pinned to the wall while the other hand drove his free finger straight up the officer's ass. Malik's asshole clamped down on the invading digit, trying to stop its descent into his rectum. Once the finger had been deeply planted, the assailant removed his finger, stuck two fingers into his mouth to wet them, them rammed his TWO middle finger straight up Malik's ass.
"I should warn you that I'm a POLICE OFFICER for the city of Philadelphia...!" shouted Malik, getting a hard slap to the back of the head, a firm warning to shut up.
Malik hugged the wall as the attacker moved his thick invasive fingers in and out of his chute. Adding more spit, Malik felt the big man press his body in against him as he reached down to unzip his pants. Malik struggled to break free once it became apparently clear what the assailant wanted.
Fighting back, Malik struggled as the man grabbed his arms and locked them overhead at the wrists, using his one huge hand as a human handcuff as he pressed his large muscular body into Malik's, maneuvering his big thick pre-greased dick between the officer's trembling ass cheeks without using his hands. Malik squirmed to avoid direct contact as the fat head wedged between his cheeks and pressed inward.
"NNNNOOOoooooo...!!" yelled Malik, before the assailant covered his mouth with one of his massive hands, shutting him up as he pressed his big thick horse dick straight up ass with one violent shove.
Malik saw stars as his asshole was immediately breeched and penetrated by what felt like nearly a foot of hard thick male dick. His asshole clamped violently about the invading intruder, trying to expel it from his body as it involuntarily clamped to fiercely force it out.
The assailant held his ground, holding Malik captive by the wrists and covering his mouth so he couldn't alert neighbors to what was happening as he ground his dick home in the officer's ass. Before Malik's body could adjust, the attacker began to fuck, pulling back his hips to withdraw his big thick dick before changing directions and thrusting back inside, burying his rod back up the officer's stuffed butt. Malik (on his tip-toes, his pants shoved down under his ass) felt trapped as excruciating pain shot through his rectum, sending mind-numbing pain straight to his brain.
The assailant fucked Malik's ass by humping up into him, keeping Malik off his feet and on his toes so he couldn't gain leverage. This kept Malik at a disadvantage as his body was sustained solely by the force of the man's thrusting penis, leaving him totally and completely at his mercy. Malik could feel the big dick pressing in and out of him, stretching his shocked anus WIDE after weeks of non activity. However (like most times), Malik's body started to adjust and mold around his assailant's pounding prod, causing him to struggle less as his body began to become accustomed to the invasion. The assailant felt Malik starting to give in under the relentless pounding, and pulled him down off the wall (like a rag-doll) and onto his hands and knees on the floor. Malik felt himself being whisked up into the air as his attacker maneuvered him down onto the ground, keeping him captive as he locked his huge hands about Malik's trim waist, holding him steady as he continued to fuck in and out of his hole.
Bracing himself on his hands and knees, Malik felt the man resume thrusting behind him, his powerful hips slamming into his taut ass as he sent his thick dick balls-deep with every stroke. Feeling a bit of dejavu, Malik's mind was instantly transported back to the first time he was raped and fucked by the man who eventually became his live-in lover (Marvin Rollins). Malik was 25 at the time, and had never been penetrated by another man. Marvin was a drug dealer who thought he was taking advantage of an under-aged teenager, and forced Malik down onto an old dirty mattress in the basement of a drug house. All too similarly Malik's manhood was taken in that moment, as Marvin speared him on his thick 10" pole, and drastically changed Malik's life forever.
Having been on the receiving end of Marvin's dick for 3 years, Malik felt a lot of similarities between Marvin's and the attacker's fuck performances. Suspecting that the attacker was indeed his ex, Malik felt less afraid and more angry that his wishes to be left alone (with his daughter and his baby's mother) was not heeded. At the same time he couldn't argue that his body was quickly adjusting to the fucking it was receiving, flowering open like a dying rose that was re-watered in its last stage.
No longer fighting, Malik gave into the fucking, allowing his body to react naturally. Marvin felt Malik's body go slack as the tension he'd been feeling suddenly dissipated, enabling Marvin deeper, smoother depths as his dick began gliding through Malik's corridor faster and easier.
Malik braced his weight against his outstretched arms, then began throwing his ass back to meet Marvin's thrusts. Marvin's hands were all over Malik's ass and back, rubbing, massaging, feeling, caressing, getting familiar with the body he'd missed being inside for a number of weeks. Picking up pace, Marvin started hammering Malik harder, punishing his body with deep rough thrusts that would crumble any normal bottom into a sweaty heap. But Malik (nearly Marvin's equal in bed) wasn't your average everyday run-of-the-mill bottom, Malik had been trained by one of the roughest sexual predators to ever exit Piedmont Penitentiary. So instead of cringing at the hard rough anal thrusts, Malik reveled in it, backing his hungry ass up on the plunging phallus and tightening his rectal muscles to suck the shaft in.
Marvin quickly found himself plunging into Malik's deep heated depths, gaining momentum and losing control as his hips pumped with a mind of their own. Wanting to prolong his pleasure, Marvin wanted to pace himself slower, to enjoy being back in Malik's saddle, but the thrills his dick was feeling overruled his brain, making his body press forward as he fucked and fucked with nonstop force, punching his dick through Malik's soft hole with steel like thrusts.
"Oh god...!" groaned Malik, his rock hard dick now pulsating outside his pants as he came all over the first floor carpet without ever once touching his dick.
Marvin continued to hammer at Malik's tightening anus, punishing his inside with the force of a fist. 2 minutes after Malik's orgasm all over the floor, did Marvin slam his pelvic bone into Malik's ass for the last time and unload...
"AARRRRRRHHHHH...!!!" yelled Marvin, forgetting about the residents inside the other apartments, shooting his load directly in Malik's convulsing colon.
Collapsing on Malik's back, both men fell to the carpet with Marvin's dick still pulsing wildly inside. Marvin panted on top of him, barely able to breathe behind the mask he wore as he kissed Malik along the side of his face.
"Get OFF of me...!" yelled Malik, shoving Marvin several times until he finally climbed from up under him. "You've got some NERVE showing up here after I kicked you out...!"
"So you knew it was ME...?" laughed Marvin, pulling off his wooly mask to breathe normally, as he sat on the floor with his dying dick hanging out of his zipper, drooling the last of his seed onto the floor in a tiny puddle. "When did you know...?"
"I knew all along...!" lied Malik, pulling his pants and underwear up over his sore but well fucked ass.
"Liar!" laughed Marvin, knowing better. "I HEARD the fear in your voice when you announced you were a police officer..." he chuckled as he climbed to his feet. "...as if THAT statement ever helped...!"
"I could've SHOT you...!" remarked Malik, admitted his fear. "I STILL should arrest you for assault and battery on an officer...!" he added, retrieving his gun from the floor.
"And RAPE..." added Marvin with a smirk. "...don't forget the RAPE!"
Malik rolled his eyes...
"It's just one big JOKE to you, ain't it...?!" he asked, angrily. "You have absolutely NO remorse for raping me that first time 3 years ago, DO you...??"
"Of course not..." admitted Marvin, grabbing Malik roughly (manhandling him). "...I wouldn't've had 3 years in that ASS if I hadn't...!" he smiled. "You LIKED it though..., don't lie..." he added, pulling Malik into a playful bear hug.
"NO, Don't...!" resisted Malik, pushing away. "What're you doing here, Marvin...? I told you it was over between us...!"
"Ain't shit ova...!" said Marvin flatly, fastening his pants as he confronted Malik face to face. "You CRAZY if you think I'mma just walk away so you can play HOUSE with that BITCH after 3 years of fuckin'...!" he stated, making his stand clear. "That ass's MINE..., as I just proved by makin' you nutt all ova yurself while I fucked you...!"
"That was nothing...!" said Malik, feeling the need to defend his orgasm. "It MEANS nothing!"
"It means that pussy you got sleepin' upstairs with you ain't satisfyin' you like MY DICK does...!" argued Marvin. "You can flash yur badge, shoot yur gun, walk hand in hand with yur fake-ass girlfriend and yall big head baby..., but NONE of that shyt makes you straight! NONE of it changes the fact that it's MY DICK that makes your nutt, --not her!"
"I'm going to tell you this ONE MORE TIME, Marvin..." warned Malik seriously, "...stay away from me and my family..., if I have to tell you again, I'm getting a restraining order! And you KNOW what that means...! Back to jail!" added Malik, walking away.
"Get yur lil' paper if it makes you feel betta..." said Marvin, watching his ex head upstairs. "...it ain't gonna keep me from takin' what's mine! I ain't scared ov no prison...!"
Malik ignored Marvin's shouts in the hallway as he reached the second floor and opened his door.
"Hi, honey...!" greeted Fontella, holding the baby up to her breast. "How was your day...?" she asked, having no idea what just happened...
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SOUTH PHILLY
24 year old Jake Valentine sat with his support group (for alcohol and drug abuse anonymous), gaining ground on his former addiction to the street drug Sextasy (which had been forced on him by a drug dealer named Tempest Williams --starting in chap-62 of The HOLE series). None of the participants knew each other's real names or occupations (though the told their most private personal stories to each other for healing), they only referred to each other by their initials, allowing them to be a frank as they needed to be to recover. Therapy for Jake was a god's send, enabling him to ask forgiveness for his most shameful secrets while keeping his anonymity.
Life at home with his lover of nearly 3 years (Maleece Cortez) was going good as well. The couple moved back in together shortly after Jake's near sacrifice at The Franklin Institute (last chapters of The PRECINCT), where Maleece saved him from being skewered on the end of a knife by a satanic cult. Maleece waited for Jake outside after the meeting, smoking a cigarette while leaning back against his car. He supported Jake in his bid to become drug free, purging his dark soul to expel the demons living inside him. Maleece too suffered with his own demons, though they all took a backseat to Jake's.
Maleece perked up when he saw Jake exiting the Center, tossing his cigarette butt to the sidewalk before stomping it out...
"How was it...?" he asked, waiting for Jake to reach the passenger's side before opening his own car door.
"Very revealing!" said Jake, feeling thoroughly purged.
"So the meetings'r working...?" asked Maleece, starting the car.
"At first I thought they weren't..." confessed Jake, as Maleece pulled out into traffic on the way home. "...but after hearing other people's confessions, and learning that MY situation wasn't limited to JUST ME, that other people had similar experiences..., abled me to open up more and more every week, allowing for the healing to take place...!"
"You're starting to SOUND like one of the counselors there...!" laughed Mal, keeping a steady eye on evening traffic.
"It's infectious...!" glee Jake enthusiastically, feeling himself getting better spiritually, mentally, and physically for the first time in years. "You have no idea who much weight is taken off my shoulders by just attending the classes...! Maybe YOU should take a few sessions with me...?"
"Me...?" asked Maleece, sounding surprised as he looked over at his lover. "You think I need rehab...?"
"Not if YOU don't think so..." said Jake, trying to avoid an argument. "...but you DO have that drinking problem..."
"HAD a drinking problem...!" corrected Maleece. "And it was never a PROBLEM...!" he decided. "I haven't really touched the stuff heavily in years...! Not since you and I were partners...!"
"So you're saying being MY partner was causing you to drink...?" questioned Jake, hearing a shifting of blame, a sure sign of an addiction.
"I'm just saying..." said Maleece, not liking where this conversation was going. "...that I'd HEARD a lot of shit about YOU, Terminator and his gang BEFORE I met you..., and I wasn't sure what would happen between the two of us once my secret was revealed to you..., so I drank so I wouldn't have to think about it...!"
"Whatever..." smirked Jake, smelling bullshit. "...you drank so you could have an excuse to BLAME the alcohol after you fucked me! And if I recall correctly, you used THAT excuse a lot in the beginning!"
Maleece laughed, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Yeah..., I was a lil' fucked up back then, eh...?" he laughed, thinking back.
Jake laughed as well...
"You were so CUTE..." he admitted, "...I would've sucked your dick the moment you asked! You didn't have to get drunk first!"
"No...?" asked Maleece, glancing over at Jake. "Why didn't you ask...?"
"I don't know..." said Jake, looking back out the front window, thoughtfully. "...I knew what Bruce had put me through as his partner, and I didn't want to be looked at the same way by YOU...!" confessed Jake. "I mean I WANTED you..., but I couldn't ask for it...! I didn't want word getting back to the other officers that I begged to suck you off!"
"Sounds like we BOTH had issues..." said Maleece. "Do you regret everything that's happened to you...?" he couldn't help but ask.
"I regret getting raped by Bruce..." thought Jake, aloud. "...and I regret getting mixed up with Tempest Williams and Sextasy..." he added, thoughtfully. "...but I don't regret YOU, or meeting Peaches...!"
"You used to talk about her a lot..." remembered Maleece.
"I think you would've liked her had you got to know her like I did...!" said Jake, believing she had a good heart.
"I've got everything I've always wanted, right HERE...!" said Maleece, taking Jake's hand as he drove.
Jake felt so moved by Maleece's gesture, than he automatically reached over and began to unfasten his pants...
"Dejavu anyone...?" laughed Maleece, not fighting.
"Part of my healing is recognizing my addictions..." recited Jake, pulling Mal's dick free, "...AND the SUBSITUTE addictions I set in their place...!" he added, jacking it hard.
"So...my COCK was a substitute addiction...?" questioned Mal.
"My therapist would say so..." admitted Jake, licking his lips as he stared down at his lover's morsel. "I just want to do what I SHOULD'VE done that first day we were partnered...!" he added, leaning over in his seat. Maleece lifted his driving arm, giving Jake room to maneuver as he fit his head in his lap and swallowed his dick.
"Ohhh yeahhhh..." moaned Maleece, enjoying the gently sucking of his hardened manhood as his eyes fluttering quickly while he tried to keep his mind on the road.
Jake sucked lovingly on his lover's dick while they drove, taking great care to adjust to bumps in the road, keeping himself from accidentally biting or nicking his boyfriend's shaft in the slightest. Maleece also took great care to ease over the obvious bumps, occasionally shoving Jake's head further down into his lap when they passed a transit bus or high bed truck where people could look down and see into the car.
Luckily it didn't take long before they were home, parking in front of their brownstone...
Tucking his wet cock, Maleece got out of the car and followed Jake up into the house they shared. Once inside, they were in each other's arms in a flash. Jake wanted to shower first, while Maleece wanted to fuck, so they compromised and decided to fuck in the shower.
The water was warm as it washed over their naked bodies. The men soaped each other up (Jake lathering Maleece's hairy chest while Maleece fingered Jake's soapy hole), kissing like newlyweds before Maleece turned Jake towards the shower wall and pressed his soapy prick up between his watery ass cheeks.
Maleece pressed in as his cock sank forth, sliding easily into Jake's roost. He ground his pubic bush home as he kissed and nibbled Jake's shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down the younger man's chest and torso. Jake arched his back so Maleece could fit ALL of his 7.5" uncut cock inside him.
The two men lay locked for a few minutes as Jake's body adjusted to the intrusion. Maleece began to pull back and fuck slowly, building power and momentum as they continued to wash, soaping Jake's chest, shoulders, and arm pits. Jake groaned from the gentle loving, feeling Ma's hot breath on the back of his neck wherever Maleece kissed. Jake began to arch his back when Maleece began to pick up pace, allowing his lover's complete access to him. Jake stepped back as he took hold of Jake's waist, then began to fuck faster. Driving his dick in and out of the hole. Jake loved Mal's uncut purto-rican cock, loving the way the extra foreskin helped it to glide through him with less friction and more punch. He reached back and grabbed his own meaty ass cheeks, pulling them further apart so Maleece could dig even deeper. Maleece too full advantage by bending slightly at the knees, thrusting Upwardly into Jake's welcoming ass. Jake could feel the thrusts growing in power and strength, as Maleece's pubic bone began to slap repeatedly into his ass, the clapping noises filling the shower like an applauding fan.
Maleece pulled out of Jake's ass after only being in a few minutes. Jake turned around immediately, wanting to SEE his boyfriend's face. Jake wrapped his arms around Mal's neck as he leaned in to kiss. Mal accepted Jake's wandering tongue, as he lifted the younger officer's leg and place it precariously on over his forearm before re-aiming his dick up between the spread cheeks. Maleece sank back into Jake's exposed asshole, resuming his fuck as the two men now faced each other, kissing lustfully.
Jake broke the kiss after Maleece's thrusts began going too deep, causing him to groan outwardly in painful/pleasure. Maleece recognized Jake's lustful groans, and fucked harder, knowing it was what he lover wanted. Jake could feel more and more of Maleece's dick reaching further inside him in this new position, causing him to nearly lose his footing a few times. Maleece withdrew only after realizing the danger they faced of losing their footing and falling.
"Let's get OUT of here..." he suggested, ripping back the curtain.
Jake shut off the shower as he followed Maleece out into the bedroom. The two men dried themselves off, before getting into bed and picking up where they left off. Jake climbed onto his back as Maleece crawled up between his legs. Lying chest to chest, the resumed kissing as Jake instinctively lifted his legs. Without adding any lubricant, Maleece reached down and blindly led his cock back to Jake's hole, shoving in for the third time. Jake gasped as the dick resumed fucking, pulling and pushing its way in and out of him.
THIS was where Jake felt more at home, lying under his lover, accepting his bare cock and awaiting the flood of his hot semen. The anticipation of feeling Maleece's cock jumping and jerking inside him, filling him with another daily dose of rich sperm, had his own cock rock hard. Jake reached down and began stroking, sucking softly on Maleece's extended tongue while milking his own shaft in his stroking hand.
Maleece pushed Jake's knees further out of the way as he fucked, slamming his hairy pubes into Jake with repeated slaps and thrusts, driving his dick home. Jake reached up and began pinching his own erect nipples, heightening his erotic zone as electricity shot through his body like a chain reaction.
"Hmmpphhh...!!" he moaned into Maleece's mouth as cum suddenly shot out of his dick, hitting into Maleece's hairy chest before spurting up over his own body.
Maleece ripped his tongue from Jake's salivating mouth as he gripped the backs of Jake's thighs (pressing the knees down against the mattress) and began pounding. Jake's dick pulsed in his fist, shooting several more spurts as his asshole spasm, clenched, and convulsed around Maleece's plunging shaft.
"ARRHHH shit, I'm about to cuUUURRRHHHH...!!" yelled Mal, shooting his own load directly into his lover's body.
"Yeah..." moaned Jake, looking up into Maleece's exquisitely twisted face as he fed his body the semen it craved. "...oh yeahhh..., give it to me...! Fill me up with that load..." he begged, feeling it flood into his colon like a raging rapid.
Maleece ground his pelvis against Jake's ass, planting all of his seed before falling forward, exhausted and thoroughly drained. Jake reached up and ran his hand through Maleece's wet hair, as Mal buried his face into the pillows behind his head, leaving his pulsating dick inside to finish its orgasm...
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