THE DISTRICT-31 In An Instant...
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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SOUTH PHILLY Roswell Heights
14 yr old Ronnie Johnson returned home after getting physically beat and raped by one of the neighborhood drug dealers from his apartment complex. He slipped into the house as quietly as he could. His older brother [MarliQ] was out, and his other brother [Amir] was playing video games in the living room.
"Yo..., grab a control stick..." barked Amir, not taking his eyes off the television screen. "...I need some help knockin' these aliens off...!"
"Okay..." said Ronnie [more subdued than normal], "...I'll be right back..." he lied, as he headed for the bedroom.
"Hey..., where YOU been...?" asked his mother, pouring herself a drink after dinner [as well as before]. "You know I don't like yur ass outside this late after dark...!"
"I know..." said Ronnie, disappearing into his room. Feeling sore all over, he changed clothes into his pajamas and went to bed early.
A few hours later Amir walked into the room...
"I thought you waz gonna help me kill some aliens...?" he asked, before kicking off his sneakers and jeans. Ronnie didn't answer, so Amir figured he must've fallen asleep. Unfortunately for him, as Amir's dick was hard and in need of attention. He closed the bedroom door, then walked over to his brother's bed and pulled down his bed sheets. Yanking Ronnie's pajama bottoms down off his ass, he grabbed a jar of Vaseline off the desk and anointed it to his little brother's anus before climbing on top of him. Ronnie was sound asleep until he felt Amir's dick spearing him in up the ass.
"UHHHHHH..." he grunted, feeling his brother grinding against his buttock.
"Shhh..." warned Amir, "...mom's home...! Besides, didn't Cole fuck you earlier...? You should be well lubed IN there...!" he said, before fucking.
Ronnie grimaced as his brother started fucking him, thrusting back and forth in his ass, driving his dick through his well cummed hole. Ronnie fully expected Amir to get his nightly fuck in, so it was no surprise to be awakened out of his sleep. But his body still ached from the beating he received. He bit his lower lip and endured the pounding as Amir fucked him for less than 10 minutes before dumping his first load of the night into him.
"AARRRHHHHH...!!" groaned Amir, trying to keep his voice low so his mother wouldn't hear.
Pulling out, he pulled up his underwear and wandered over to his own bed and went to sleep. Ronnie reached for his fallen sheets, pulling them back over his body before drifting back off.
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Morning
Amir awakened for school with a raging hardon. "Yo..." he yelled to his little brother, "...you know I like my dick sucked inna mornin'...!" he reminded, getting out of bed when Ronnie didn't move. "You hear me...?" he asked, slapping Ronnie on the butt.
"UHH!" grunted Ronnie, sore.
"What's wrong...? Don't feel like suckin' dick this mornin'...?" asked Amir, groping his erection through his underwear. "No porblem..., I'm inna mood for some more ASS anyway...!" he added, yanking down the bed sheets again. Ronnie didn't move off his stomach as Amir lowered his pajama bottoms [again], then climbed on top of him. Pulling the cheeks apart, he drooled spit down onto the greasy anal ring and shoved in, sinking his dick 8 inches into his brother's backside.
"Damn this's some good ass..." he moaned before fucking.
Ronnie grunted softly as he brother fucked him, the excess semen still in his rectum acting as lubricant as it coated Amir's dick and made his anus slick for fucking. Amir thrust in and out of his brother tight hole, pumping steadily as he lay across his back. Ronnie was usually a little more lively in the morning, but Amir just figured he was tired [what with his extra duties as `bitch' for Cole and his boys]. Amir merely lifted up [in pushup position] and started fucking harder, driving his hips into his brother's ass as Ronnie took each inward thrust with a painful grunt or gasp.
"I'm gonna cum..." announced Amir, hammering harder for the last minute or two. Slamming his pelvic bone into Ronnie's buttock, he buried his dick and unloaded, filling Ronnie with his first load of the day [there would definitely be more to come later].
Amir ground against his brother's ass for a moment [draining off inside] before yanking out and heading for the bathroom to piss, shit, and shower before school. Ronnie continued to lay in bed, his body too sore to move. He pulled his PJ's up over his ass in case his mother wandered in, but otherwise didn't move.
Amir finished with his shower and returned to the room...
"You betta get ready for school b'fore MOM comes in here and start yellin'...!" he warned, picking out the clothes he wanted to wear.
After dressing he looked back at his lazy brother. "You not goin' to school today...?" he asked. When Ronnie didn't answer he said: "Suit yurself!m loser!", and went into the kitchen to fix a bowl of cereal and get one more game of Alien Encounters in before school.
21 yr old MarliQ Johnson came home shortly thereafter, finding Amir playing video games before school as usual. However [unlike usual], Ronnie was nowhere to be seen...
"Where's Ronnie...?" he asked, walking into the kitchen for a canned soda.
"Still be bed...!" answered Amir nonchalantly, the milk swimming around in his cereal bowl [minus the eaten cereal] in his lap.
"Did you wake `em up...?" asked MarliQ, looking at the time.
"I tried..., he's lazy!" answered Amir.
MarliQ went into the boys' bedroom...
"Ronnie..., get ready for skool, boy...!" he ordered. When Ronnie didn't move he rushed over to bed concerned. "You okay...?" he asked, touching his back...
"OUCH...!" shouted Ronnie in pain, flinching.
"What's wrong...?" asked MarliQ, sitting on the side of the bed, lifting the back of his brother's pajama shirt to see the bruises on his back and ribs. "WHO did this to you...?!" he asked, realizing his brother had been severely beaten up. "AMIR, GET IN HERE!!" he yelled.
"What...?!" asked Amir, standing in the doorway [seconds later].
"Did you SEE this...?!" asked MarliQ, looking back over his shoulder.
Amir walked into the room [kicking clothes and shoes out of the way]. Peering over MarliQ's shoulder, he could easily see the dark colored bruises to his brother's back. "Did YOU do this to him...?!?"
"Fuck NO...!" said Amir. "I did'n even SEE them on him this mornin'...! WHO did that...?!"
"I dunno..." said MarliQ, rolling Ronnie over gently. "...but somebody beat `em up pretty good...!" he added, looking at the bruises to the side of his brother's face. "WHO did this to you, Ronnie...?" he asked. "Tell me!"
"I can't..." said Ronnie, tearing up.
"Yes you can! Ain't nobody's gonna hurt you...! Do you KNOW who it was...?" asked MarliQ, sympathetically.
Ronnie nodded.
"WHO was it...?" he asked.
"Answer him!" insisted Amir, wanting to know as well.
Ronnie covered his face as he started balling...
"When was the last time you saw him...?" asked MarliQ, realizing they weren't going to get an answer out of Ronnie.
"At dinner...!" answered Amir. "I told him COLE wanted to see him, and he left right after we finished eatin'...!"
"What about afterwards...?" asked MarliQ.
Amir thought...
"He came rite in and went to bed...!" he recalled.
"And you ain't realize he had bruises all over him...?" asked MarliQ, shaking his head.
"He should've SAID somethin'...!" defended Amir.
"He was probably too SCARED and traumatized...!" explained MarliQ. "I'mma tell mom you not feelin' good, okay...?" he told Ronnie, rubbing his huge hand over his brow. "You can stay home for a couple'a days until you feel betta! I'll write you a doctor's note!" he said, protectively. "Just get some rest and try not to move too much until you've healed!"
"What'cha gonna do...?" asked Amir, as they left Ronnie in bed to rest.
"I'mma talk to Cole..." informed MarliQ, "...and if he's the one responsible for Ronnie's bruises, I'mma beat the shit outta `em!"
"I'm wanna go with you...!" said Amir, feeling sorry for his little brother.
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OUTSIDE
The streets were just starting to become busy with adults heading in for work, and students heading in for the last days of school before summer vacation. 17 yr old Jerome Jr and his 17 yr old best friend [and lover] Todd Meriwether were on the same elevator, coming down to the main lobby in A-Building, heading IN to school...
"How's Rose this morning...?" asked Todd, concerned after defending her honor yesterday [last chap].
"She's still in pain..." said Junior, angrily. "...mom's keeping her home from school today...! But if I see that fucking COLE, I'm gonna KICK his ass...!" he snarled.
"Hey, I did THAT for you...!" reminded Todd.
"Thanks for that, too..." said Junior, touching his friend's hand. Todd interlocked fingers as they gazed into each other's eyes, wishing they had time to kiss before the elevator doors opened [but no such luck]...
Pulling away, they left the elevator and headed outside with their book bags. Todd was throwing his over his shoulder when Junior noticed Cole down the street. Throwing his bag to the ground, he took off charging, seeing nothing but red and revenge.
"Jay...WAIT...!" called Todd, grabbing up Junior's bag before chasing him down the street.
A few minutes before..., 21 yr old MarliQ Johnson and his 16 yr old brother Amir was coming out of B-Building...
"COLE..." called MarliQ, spotting Cole in the street, selling drugs to an early morning customer in a car...
"What's up...?" asked Cole, turning around as the car drove away.
"Ronnie came home last night with fresh bruises all over his face and back..." said MarliQ, standing directly in front of the 17 yr old. "...Amir said YOU were the last one to see him before he came in last nite...! What happened...?"
"What did Ronnie say...?" asked Cole, nonchalantly.
"He ain't said nothin', yet..." said MarliQ.
"Then why you askin' ME...?" asked Cole.
"Cuz YOU was the last person Ronnie came outside to see...!" answered MarliQ.
"No offense...but yur lil' brotha's a hoe..." stated Cole, bluntly. "...he could'v been with ANYBODY after he left me...!" he added, as both brothers clenched their fists with anger. "Hell..., he said he'd been fucked by both Munch AND Dirk before I got to `em..., which means ANYBODY could'v fucked that ass and ruffed him up afterwards...! Good luck searchin...!" he chumped, walking off.
"Hold it..." said MarliQ, shoving his hand into Cole's chest [as if he wasn't done speaking].
"HEY...!" protested Cole.
"My brother ain't no HOE..." defended MarliQ. "...and even if he was, ain't NOBODY'S gotta rite to put their hands on him like that...! When I find out WHO it was..., I'll be back to give him a taste of his own medicine! Spread the word!"
"Whateva nigga..." responded Cole, trying not to show no fear.
Just then Junior came running down the street [with Todd following behind]. Cole KNEW what Junior wanted, and he wasn't about to catch another beat down in public...
"YO, COLE...!" called Junior, running up with BEEF to pick.
Cole reached into his big baggy pants pickets and pulled out his handgun, pointing it in Junior's direction. Junior and Todd stopped in their tracks as MarliQ and Amir backed away a few feet...
"WHAT Jay...?" asked Cole, feeling like MAN with his GAT in hand. He could see the fear on their faces when he pointed the gun in their direction. Even MarliQ looked a few inches shorter, as if he suddenly shrunk when Cole's gun came into play. "You got somethin' you wanna TALK to me about...?" he asked, watching the tension go from Junior's fists [which he slowly unclenched], to his face, which looked frightened of getting shot. "I mean, you came RUNNIN' UP on me like you wanted to DO somethin'...! So..., what'd you want...?" he asked, waiting for an answer.
Todd silently reached up and grasped Junior' shoulder, holding him back and telling him THIS wasn't the time or place for revenge...
"Nothing..." said Junior, thinking it best to drop it [for now].
"Naw...don't BITCH out now...! Be a MAN about it! You got somethin' on yur mind, SAY IT! Don't be a pussy...!" taunted Cole, cockily. "Was it about that BITCH sista of yurs...?" he asked. "Yeah, I beat her ass..., the BITCH was out hoein' with other muthafuckas when she supposed to be with ME...! So I HADDA teach her ass a lesson...!"
"And what about Ronnie...?" asked MarliQ, "Did HE need to be taught a lesson too...?"
"Sho' did..." answered Cole, boldly. "...in fact..., he NEEDED to learn that IF he wanted to step inna bitch's shoes, sometimes he gonna get SMACKED...!"
"You motherfu..." started MarliQ, stopping when Cole pointed in the GUN his way...
From the main street [just outside Roswell Heights], a passing patrol car saw the gun, and hit his sirens. Everyone started scattering in the backgrund. Cole shot at the oncoming police car, as the officers grinded to a halt and started shooting back. Amir, MarliQ, Cole, Junior and Todd ran for cover, ducking into B-Building, heading for the basement level to get lost in the maze of tunnels leading from one building to another.
Amir got shot in the leg, and immediately fell to the ground in pain. MarliQ saw his little brother go down, and immediately started tossing leftover paraphernalia [from last night] from his pockets before running to his side.
HALT!" yelled the cops, holding their guns on the 2 brothers. "GET YOUR HANDS UP! GET YOUR HANDS UP!" they demanded, as one stayed behind, and one went inside, looking for the rest...
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Junior, Todd, and Cole made it past the basement boiler room, escaping into the underground tunnels. Cutting left, right, and running a straight path before pausing at the next passage, Junior crouched to the ground [with his back against the wall] and peered around the corner to see if the police were still following? Kane made them learn the underground passages to escape police raids, knowing cops were leery to go into uncharted drug territory for fear of ambush.
"They still following...?" asked Todd, kneeling beside Junior.
"Naw..." answered Junior, staring down the dimly lit corridor. "...I don't think so..."
Todd looked over at Cole, who was panting beside him, catching his breath...
"WHAT possessed you to shoot at a COP CAR in the first place, asshole...?" he asked, believing it among the DUMBEST thing anyone could do.
Cole looked over at Todd and frowned...
"I don't have to explain myself to you..." he said, just before pointing his gun at him. "...in fact, I never liked you in the first place...!" he concluded, shooting Todd in the chest.
The BANG could be heard throughout the tunnels, the loud BOOM ringing through anyone's ears unfortunate enough to be underground in the narrow corridors. Junior's ears popped from the sound of the gun. He couldn't hear Todd's scream [as the bullet pierced his chest], but SAW him falling backwards onto him as blood splattered everywhere...
"Todd...?" he called, as his friend and lover fell into his arms [already unconscious]. Cole took off running, NEW adrenaline pumping through his heart like a super drug. "Todd...?" called Junior, shaking his friend to make him wake up. That's when he noticed the blood spreading across his shirt and chest. "TODD...!!!" he screamed, knowing something was wrong. "OH GOD, TODD...!!" he cried as the police started to round the corner...
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CENTER CITY
McConnell was set to host [yet another] early morning brunch fund raiser for his campaign, as he and his staff got out the car to enter into the restaurant. A crowd of well-wishers and supports gathered outside to shake the candidate's hand, snap a picture, or/and get an autograph. McConnell was taken aback by the attention as he shook hands, posed for photos, and tried [patiently] to listen to people's problems about economic issues.
He made his way into the restaurant where he was waiting to be whisked away to his seat. From the background, came a dapper dressed middle-aged Puerto-Rican man, catching the eye of McConnell...
"Hi Mr. McConnell..." said the man, shaking hands. "...I've been a big admirer of your work for years as a police captain for our city...! And I believe YOU are exactly what we need as our next mayor...!"
"Why THANK you, Mister...?"
"Espisedo..." said the man, grasping McConnell's hand firmly. "...Julio Espisedo...! I founded the nonprofit organization called F.A.D., which stands for..."
"Fathers Against Drugs..., I'm familiar with that organization..." said McConnell, "...I've even given contributions from time to time...!"
"That's wonderful...!" said Julio, feeling proud that his son's legacy is being cherished. "I have a proposition I would like to talk to you about, involving a safe place for kids and young men who want to get OUT of the gang and drug business, but might be too afraid to because they still LIVE in the same infested environment...!"
Julio could SEE he had McConnell's attention, when the maître d' came up and whispered...
"Sir...they are waiting for you at your table..."
"I'll be RIGHT there..." said McConnell, turning his attention back to Julio, riveted.
"I know several young men looking to get OUT of the drug game, but find it hard as their gang refuses to let them go...! If we had a SAFE PLACE for these young men to go..., to be relocated, perhaps they could find their way to becoming MORE productive citizens...! A lot of these neighborhood boys aren't bad..., most of them just get LOST in the cracks of society, and only need to HAND to find their way back to the other side...!"
"Your proposal sounds very intriguing Mr. Espisedo..." said McConnell. "...I would definitely like to hear MORE about this subject, and perhaps MEET some of these young men you mentioned...! Of course I'm NOT mayor yet..., but even if I'm not elected, it sounds like something I would like to be involved with...!"
Julio beamed. "Leave your name and information with my assistant, and we'll be in contact with you as soon as I can set aside some time...!"
"Thank Mr. McConnell..." said Julio, shaking hands enthusiastically. "...you're the FIRST person I've spoke to about this who seems genuinely interested...! If this is the `bum's rush', it's the classiest one I've seen so far.
McConnell laughed.
"I assure you it's NOT a bum's rush...!" he said, being pulled away by his staff. "And call me David...!"
"Okay..., David...!" said Julio [as applause erupted upon McConnell's entry into the restaurant], beaming!
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