THE DISTRICT-8 Jump Off
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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MANAYANK
53 yr old (former police captain) David McConnell was having a fundraiser luncheon to raise donations for his campaign, with 500 to a $1000 plates. Having spent over 25 years on the police force, he had managed to make a lot of friends in influential places. McConnell took that opportunity (in front of all his friends and colleagues) to announce his platform for mayor. He spoke of ways the city would benefit having him as chief, how his years of driving patrol has given him intimate knowledge of each neighborhood, and its surrounding communities. He spoke of ways he could fix the city's failing budget, keep teachers in school, keep schools open, and the neighborhoods safe with more police on patrol. He talked about cleaning up the streets, making it safer not just for out of town visitors in the historic sections of town `like the previous mayor', but making the residents feel safer in their own homes by making stricter laws and getting criminals and drug dealers off the street.
McConnell was in the midst of arousing applauses, when word of his son's heroic capture of 2 armored car thieves came in by reporters videotaping the event.
"Excuse me, mister McConnell..." said a reporter, over the loud applause from the crowd. "...reports are coming in that the 2 armored car thieves that robbed a Brinks Truck earlier today..., was stopped and apprehended by YOUR son police officer Elliott McConnell...!" announced the reporter. "What comment do you have of this news breaking story...?"
"uh..." said McConnell, looking over his shoulder (quizzically) at his staff. "...if those reports are true..., I'd be VERY proud of my son..., and hope he is safe and in good health mentally and physically!"
The reporter placed his hand up to his earpiece, then resumed talking...
"My colleagues say he IS unharmed..., and on his way to his Precinct where he is expected to file his report!" he informed.
"Thank you!" said McConnell, making a silent gesture to his aid to call his son.
"Mr McConnell..." called another reporter. "...this wouldn't be some kind of publicity stunt to bring attention to YOUR race for mayor, now would it, sir...?" she asked smugly, getting a slight chuckle of ludicrous from the crowd.
McConnell chuckled also...
"I ASSURE you..., I have no hand in these reports...!"
"What about members of your staff...?" asked another reporter, believing it quite coincidental that it happened at the same exact time he was having a luncheon.
"I assure you again..." said McConnell, feeling the need to defend himself and his staff. "...NO ONE on my staff was aware of this incident until it was just bought to our attention!" he said sternly. "But you WILL all understand if I disappear to go check in on my son, won't you...?" he added, before excusing himself from the podium.
"David...!" called McConnell's chief assistant (Brian Dunn), following McConnell as he headed out the exit through the back (leaving his $1000 a plate guests wondering if that was all they got? "David...! You can't just LEAVE your luncheon right in the middle of a speech! There's a lot of people paying a lot of money to be here tonight to hear you bullshit your way into their wallets...!"
"Not now, Brian...!" warned McConnell, rushing by all the people behind the scenes to hit a back room exit to a town car waiting for his departure. McConnell signaled to the driver as he tossed his half smoked cigarette and jumped behind the wheel, starting the engine.
"David this is important...!" continued Dunn, hot on McConnell's heels. "This is your FIRST appearance as the man who's running for office...! You can't just say a few words and disappear..., you'll look flaky and weak to your audience..."
McConnell stopped at the town car's backdoor just long enough to turn around and give Dunn a serious look...
"If people believe I'm WEAK or FLAKY because I choose to see how my SON was doing after subduing 2 armed armored car robbers..., then maybe they should cast their votes for someone who isn't so family oriented!" he stated fiercely, before hopping into the backseat and commanding the chauffeur to "DRIVE!"
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PENNSYLVAINA UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL University City
Ciaos and pandemonium are the 2 best words to describe how chaotic it was in the hospital's emergency room after police bought in 2 of their own: Jake Valentine and Elliott McConnell, after fouling an armored car robbery in the city.
"We're fine..." said one of the officers who were bought into emergency as a precaution.
"Just sit back, chill, and relax Jake..." suggested one of the escorts. "...it's procedure! You did good!"
"Thanks!" smiled Jake, looking over at his partner as the doctors came over to check their progress.
Elliott looked a bit shaken, but it wasn't from the ordeal, --he was scared the doctors might discover something he and his partner were trying hard to hide.
"So how are you feeling...?" asked the doctor on staff, checking the officers vitals.
"We're okay, doctor...really!" said Jake, trying to get out of the exam as quickly as possible. "I'm sure there'r MORE important cases you could get to...!"
"NONE as important as tending to 2 of the city's finest!" smiled the doctor, telling Jake to look up as he stared into his the corners of his eyes. "I hear you 2 stopped an armored car heist..." added the resident. "...that's impressive! I'll be sure to give you both THOROUGH checkups before okaying you back into the field!"
"We're FINE, doctor...REALLY we are!" persisted Elliott, sounding more paranoid than intended. "We just wanna get back to work...!"
"You're not going anywhere..." insisted the doctor, stepping over to Elliott now. "...until I've had a chance to examine you and see if you're FIT to go back in the field...!"
"Wha...what kinda exam...?" questioned Elliott, as the doctor too his pulse and checked his heart rate.
"Just a standard test..." said the doctor, not liking what he heard. "...unless I find reason to probe deeper...!"
"Probe...? Deeper...??" repeated Elliott, almost in total shock.
The doctor replaced his stethoscope back around his neck...
"Could you remove your shirt...?" he asked, reaching behind Elliott.
"WHY?? What for...??!" asked Elliott, sounding accusatory.
"I don't like the way your pulse and heart is racing..., I want to check your pressure...!" informed the doc.
Elliott slowly unbuttoned his shirt, staring over at his partner as if there were just caught in a lie...
The doctor strapped the pressure bag around Elliott's bicep, then pumped the tiny hand pump in his fist, swelling the back around Elliott's arm. "Does high blood pressure run in your family...?" he asked, jotting notes.
"uh...not really..." said Elliott, unsure.
"I'd like to keep you around for observation..." suggested the doctor, cautiously. "...I wouldn't feel right releasing you back into service with your heart rate and blood pressure as high as they are...!"
Elliott waited until the doctor walked away (telling his wishes to one of the ER nurses) before saying anything to his partner...
"Observation...?!" panicked Elliott. "I'm OUT OF HERE!" he announced, jumping down off the exam table.
"No, don't...!" insisted Jake discreetly, knowing it would only bring MORE questions later. "Just relax...!" he encouraged, moving to Elliott's bedside. "They're only going to observe your pressure and heart rate..., IF you relax and calm down, they'll release you!"
"What if he don't...?" asked Elliott, expecting the worst case scenario.
Jake touched Elliott's shoulder...
"That's NOT an option!" he said firmly, causing Elliott to panic even more.
Just then the ER became even MORE hectic when mayor candidate David McConnell arrived looking for his son...
Several doctors, nurses and staff walked up to greet the former police captain as he made his way to the information desk. After a brief exchange of words, he was told what cubicle to go to where he could find his son.
"Elliott...!" said McConnell, worried.
"Dad!" cheered Elliott, before panic reset, knowing his father might be there to witness his biggest grief...?
"How ARE you...? Are you alright...?" asked the concerned father, wrapping his hand protectively behind Elliott's neck, gently rubbing the nap at the end of his hairline.
"Yeah dad, I'm fine..." insisted Elliott, "...can you get them to let me out of here...?" he asked, sounding positively like a little boy.
"Well..." said McConnell, unsure. "...I'm sure the doctors will let you leave once they've cleared you to get back to work...!" he assured, looking into the next cubicle to see Jake Valentine. "Hi Jake..." he added with a smile.
"Hi David..." smiled Jake, giving the older man a huge hug `hello'.
Elliott couldn't help but notice how CLOSE the 2 men seemed...
"I heard about the apprehension..." said McConnell, congratulatory. "...neither of you were HURT, were you...?" he asked for reassurance.
"No...we're fine, David...!" said Jake, "The doctor just wanted to keep Elliott for observation...! His heart rate and pressure is up...!"
"Oh, okay..." said McConnell, breathing a little easier. "...that could just be the adrenaline pumping through your veins..." said the proud father. "...OR...it could be a more serious sign...!" he added. "he doctor was RIGHT to keep you for observation!"
Elliott sulked.
"Jake..." continued McConnell, turning back to his son's partner. "...has anyone contacted YOUR family...?" he asked, just as more ciaos erupted as the officers of the 5th Precinct came pouring in.
"JAKE...? JAKE...?! WHERE'S JAKE...??!" they called, getting directions from the officers of the 23rd Precinct. "JAKE...!" yelled Jorge Valentine (Jake's father), pulling back the curtains cancelling who was in what cubicle. "SON! How ARE you...?!" he asked, rushing to his son's side.
"I'm okay, pop...really!" said Jake, assuredly.
"We gotta call saying you were in a gun fight with bandits...!" said (middle brother) Jessie, happy to see his little brother up and healthy. "I see YOU came out on top!" he cheered, accompanying their father into the exam cube.
"You guys didn't have to come down here..." responded Jake, somewhat touched by his family's concerns. "...I'm fine, really! Is MOM with you...?"
"We thought it best not to tell your mother anything until we were SURE...!" said Jorge, protecting his wife.
"John came too...!" added Jessie. "He's out in the car!"
"Why didn't he come in...?" asked Jake, already knowing the answer.
"Because of this stupid FUED you 2 got going on...!" yelled Jorge, hating that his son's aren't getting along. "WHEN'R you gonna STOP grating your brother's balls over the coals...?! It's ENOUGH already!"
"When he breaks up with Kelley!" said Jake, reliving the big fight he had with his older brother (John) about dating his ex-fiancé –Kelley Bradley (chap-34, pt-2 of The PRECINCT).
"You hadn't dated Kelley in almost 2 years!" argued Jorge Valentine, believing his son's shouldn't ever let anything come between them, especially a dame. "You can't fault your brother for finding love in a girl as beautiful as Kelley Bradley! You were a FOOL to dump her in the first place!"
"Yeah...WHY was that, anyway...?" questioned Jessie Valentine, agreeing with his father.
"It doesn't matter WHY Kelley and I broke up..." argued Jake, "...the POINT IS..., John and I were brothers..., HE should have kept his distance rather he agreed with the breakup or not!"
"LOVE don't work that way, Jakey boy...!" said Jorge, crushing his son's ideas. "You can't help WHO you fall in love with! Your brother had about as much choice in THAT as he did about WHAT SEX he wanted to be...! Some things you just dealt with! Right McConnell...?"
"uh...I er...uh..." stammered David, not wanting to get involved with family squabbles.
"John's willing to put it all behind him..." added Jessie, "...that's why he drove me and dad up here to see you...!"
"But he DIDN'T come in...!" pointed out Jake.
"Well HE can't be making all the concessions..." reasoned Jorge. "...YOU'VE got to meet him half way! He's TRYING!"
"I think we should leave our sons to rest up awhile..." suggested McConnell, coming to Jake's rescue. "...the doctor gave them sedatives to calm their adrenaline..., they might be asleep for awhile!"
Jake immediately took McConnell cue and started yawning, slumping forward as if getting sleepy.
"Oh...okay..." said Jorge, signaling Jessie to move on. "...we'll come back after they've had some rest...!"
Jake waited until his father and brother were out of listening range before he thanked McConnell for the aid...
"Thanks sir..." he said, falling back into rank. "...you can SEE why I didn't want to go to the 5th district with my brothers...!"
"I understand, Jake..." laughed McConnell, getting back to his own son. "As for YOU..., I'm not going anywhere until the doctor releases you from his watch!"
"Yes sir." sulked Elliott, feeling like a 5 year old.
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WEST PHILLY
6'2", 165 lbs, Kenneth (Kobe) Brown had only ONE THING on his mind after sexing up his drug boss (24 yr old Underlord DeWayne [DMoney] Wright} in the backseat of Money's Hummer (last chap). He awoke with a brick hard erection that never diminished during the day. From the moment he saw Money emerge from his home (dressed casually in a designer tracksuit), he couldn't get the images of seeing his dick sliding in and out of Money's ass out of his mind.
Money got into the Hummer, his mind focused on the day's events, barely noticing Kobe's obvious bulge. He had his trusted wingman chauffeur him everywhere he needed to go, from checking on his legitimate businesses (his barber shop & day spa) and having lunch with his wife, to checking in with his drug houses, making sure profits were as high as expected.
Several of the drug houses had round the clock packing facilities hidden away in sub-basements, far beneath the house (or in secret compartments leading to neighboring houses made up to look like regular homes with normal families living inside), so the drugs could easily be packed, sorted, and distributed to the sellers in record time. It was an operation started by POOH (Money's late Boss), and continued to Money today.
As they got out of Money's Hummer, Kobe adjusted the large lump in his pants, pulling the tails of his button down shirt over the crotch to conceal his lump. But his eyes were focused on Money's ass as they walked up the steps to the last drug house, memories of Money's laid back in his car seat like a bitch, his legs spread to allow his dick to pummel through his ass to fuck well into his gut.
Money stepped into the house, checking on his properties and making sure his minions were working appropriately. After the brief visit they headed back down to the Hummer, where Kobe felt compelled to discreetly rub and massage Money's ass before getting into the RV...
"When you gonna let me get some more of THIS...?" he asked, feeling the ass through the tracksuit.
"Yo..." sounded Money defensively, pushing Kobe's hand off his tush. "...that ain't no open door back there...!" he informed. "I ain't no gay bottom...! Don't be grabbin' my ass like that...! Especially in public!"
"My bad, man..." said Kobe, half-heartedly. "...but you can't blame a dude for tryin', rite...? I mean that ass was GOOD as shit, dawg...! I GOTTA let me back up IN that shit!"
"OR..." laughed Money, getting back in the passenger's seat. "...you could get yourself a girlfriend to BONE whenever yur ass get horny...!" he suggested. "Or better yet..., get a GAY dude who likes getting' boned regularly..., that way you won't have to commit to anything!"
"MAN..." said Kobe, sucking his teeth as he got behind the wheel. "...I told you I ain't down with fuckin' no GAY buls...! I don't know WHERE them asses been or WHAT they got!"
"Well, I'm a married STRAIGHT man..." reminded Money (with a chuckle). "...most of MY sexual urges stem from my DICK, not my ass!"
"C'mon man..., you LIKED it though, rite...?" questioned Kobe, not letting it go that easily. "I mean, you CAME while I was fuckin' you...! So it MUST'VE felt good to you!"
Money laughed, unable to rebuttal from that statement. Indeed he did CUM while getting fucked, but he had learned (while having to putout for POOH) that the pain lessened if he masturbated his dick, which usually resulted in climax. "All I'm sayin' is: if you liked it..., then we BOTH get somethin' out of it! You get to get dick down whenever you want, and I get more ass! Win Win!"
"It's just THAT simple to you, eh...?" asked Money, actually considering his bul's offer.
"Yeah man..." said Kobe, sensing Money's pending agreement. "...that ass was one of the best fucks I ever had...!" he admitted. "I'm not ready to give that shit up, rite now...!"
"Alright..." said Money, making Kobe's dick spring hard instantly. "...I'll THINK about it, seriously!"
Kobe frowned...
"THINK about it...?" he repeated, his hand on the key ignition. "You said that shit last time!"
"YO..." yelled Money, reminding Kobe who was boss. "...you LUCKY I'm even entertainin' the idea of lettin' you fuck me again..." he explained. "...that ain't the kinda image I want goin' around about myself...! Feel me...? I gotta lotta niggas out here gunnin' for my position..., includin' KANE! And all they need to kno' is `Money's givin his ass up to one of his buls' to start thinkin' I've gone SOFT and start comin' at me stupidly...! And I don't wanna have another citywide bloodbath all becuz my BUL couldn't keep his mouth shut!"
Kobe paused...
"I ain't gonna tell nobody...!" he said, looking Money in the eye. "WHO would I tell anyway...? I don't want people thinkin' I'm gay cuz I'm bonin' some dude...!"
Money stared Kobe in the eye for a few second, testing his sincerity...
"Okay..." he agreed, sitting back in his seat. "...we can DO IT again..."
"YES!" glee Kobe, starting the Hummer.
"...but I'm still in charge!" added Money. "Just cuz I'm lettin' you fuck me, don't make me yur BITCH!"
"Of course not..." agreed Kobe, believing the opposite. "...yur the BOSS!" he added, before pulling off.
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UNIVERSITY CITY
A small army of reporters formed outside University Hospital, waiting for the first glimpses of the officers responsible for stopping an armored car heist only hours ago. Inside, Elliott McConnell was lying on an emergency room gurney, with an I.V. running through his arm, feeding him medicines to quickly heal anxiety attacks.
At bedside was his partner Jake Valentine, helping Elliott to relax by keeping his spirits high while his father (David McConnell) wandered his way into the cafeteria for a cup of coffee.
"You seem a lot calmer now..." said Jake, reassuring his partner. "...I'm SURE the doctor will release you as soon as they take your new vitals...!"
"I hope so..." said Elliott, feeling calmer. "...I hate hospitals!"
"Was THAT why you were acting so squeamish earlier...?" inquired Jake, curiously.
"No..." whispered Elliott, in case anyone in the next cubicle could hear them. "...I didn't want the doctor to examine us and find out we got..." he made his voice tail to a faint whisper, as Jake leaned in closer to hear him. "...FUCKED by our assailants...!"
Now Jake understood Elliott's anxiety.
"I don't think the doctor's examination would include checking our assholes..." responded Jake, knowing they still held the DNA of the two dead suspects inside them.
"You sure...?" asked Elliott, "I haven't had a doctor yet that didn't think the solutions to all my aliments lay up inside my asshole...!"
"Really...?" laughed Jake, picturing Elliott bent over with a doctor's fingers stuffed up his ass.
"Every doctor I've had since I was 15, has given me anal exams for some reason!" confessed Elliott. "You're telling me a general exam doesn't include them shoving their fingers in your butt?"
"Nope..." laughed Jake, "...not unless you give them reason to check up there...; like having anal sex, hemorrhoids, prostate exams, or some kinda discomfort...! Otherwise, they just wanted to play in your asshole!"
"Really...?" asked Elliott, thinking of the missed opportunities. "Some of those doctors were HOT!"
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WEST PHILLY
Kobe unlocked the door to his apartment, then showed his company in. Money looked around the apt for the first time, discovering Kobe was a slob. "Nice apartment..." he said (being kind), "...reminds me of my first!"
"Bedroom's over there!" said Kobe, pointing towards the back as he slipped his arm around Money's waist to gently guide him into the room.
Money laughed at Kobe's eagerness, finally knowing how it felt to be a woman, having guys treat you like a sex object.
"You know a BEER, some food, or at least polite conversation is customary on a DATE before jumping straight in the sack!" joked Money, feeling ushered into the bedroom.
"Are we dating...?" asked Kobe, unsure.
Money hesitated...
"I...dunno..." he answered. "...but we about to fuck..., I feel like SOMETHING should be done beforehand...!"
"Something like what...?" asked Kobe (the blood rushing to his dick).
"I dunno..." said Money, feeling awkward.
"I thought the whole idea of fuckin' a dude was cuz so you didn't have to go through the drama of dating chicks...?" questioned Kobe. "I thought it was no strings, no drama, no attachment sex...?"
"It IS...usually...!" agreed Money, starting to feel FUNNY about the situation.
"What's so different about THIS one...?" asked Kobe.
Money thought about it...
"What's different is: I'M not usually the one on the bottom...!" he explained. "This's a big deal for me! I don't just bend over for ANY nigga!"
"Oh, so I'm special...?" asked Kobe, with a smile.
"I'm HERE, ain't I...?" asked Money, directly.
"Yeah..." answered Kobe, "...but you still wearing yur clothes..." he stated.
Money pulled off his tracksuit jacket, as Kobe began to undo his belt. Both guys eyeballed each other intensely as they undressed. Kobe kept his eyes on Money's superb lite brown physique and tight muscled ass bubble, while Money eyed Kobe's tall dark med/slim body and long hard dark dick which popped up rock hard and ready for work as soon as he shed his clothing.
Money reached down and massaged his own soft (but growing dick) with his palm, hesitating towards the bed as Kobe reached back and started rubbing his prize ass, his long slim fingers slipping between Money's cheeks. Money walked over to Kobe's unmade bed, then climbed onboard on his hands and knees, exposing his ass vulnerably. Kobe stood back as he watched the ass cheeks spread before him, slowly revealing the hair lined crack and budding hole. Money waited as Kobe got into position behind him, then reached out and mesmerizingly massaged his ass cheeks, kneading and molding the muscled buns with his strong hands as he pried them apart to gander at the tiny tight hole hiding in the midst of curly black hairs.
Kobe stared at the tiny anus that gave him so much pleasure in the past 2 encounters, and felt nearly compelled to lean over and lick the searing hole with his tongue. Money jumped with surprise as Kobe knelt behind him and pressed his face up into his ass, becoming more comfortable with his face stuffed between 2 ass cheeks.
"Shit man..." moaned Money, turned on by the unexpected washing his asshole was getting.
He reached down between his legs and began to massage his half-hard dick, pulling at the shaft and stroking himself to erection as he lay his face and torso down against the mattress, surrendering his ass for consumption.
It'd been forever since Money had his ass expertly eaten, feeling Kobe's tongue wash over his anus was a feeling he could definitely get used to as he parted his knees and arched his back to make his ass appear more appetizing.
Kobe was no real ass eater. He imagined (and thought of) Money's asshole as pussy. Like most men, he enjoyed eating pussy, and since he already thought of Money's ass as his personal prized possession, eating it before fucking only seemed natural.
He stroked his own enormously hard dick as he ate his boss's backside, swabbing the tiny bud with his tongue and darting it in and out of the actual chute. He could feel the tension literally leaving Money's body with each passing minute, allowing the tight anus to relax and his tongue to reach further into his backside. Hearing Money's moans increase only fueled Kobe's hunger, turning him into a pig as he nestled his face in his boss's ass and eat to his heart's content.
Money felt the tongue digging into his anus, and started throwing his ass back to help it reach further. Kobe liked how Money's ass fucked back against his face, making his dick brick harder as he ripped his tongue from the spit drenched orifice, then stood up and slapped his big dick between the cheeks.
"Shit man..." groaned Money (feeling Kobe's dick rubbing against his ass crack), ready to get fucked.
Kobe held Money's ass cheeks open with his hands, as he rubbed his dick back and forth along the spit lined crack, using the excess saliva to wet his dick. Looking down, he released a gob of warm spit which plopped down over his dickhead, and rested against Money's entrance before Kobe began darting the dickhead into the anus.
Money could feel the pressure of Kobe's dick pushing into him, then felt the continuous splat of spit dropping against his asshole from Kobe's mouth (keeping the entry wet). With each new appliance of spit, Kobe pushed his dickhead further to penetrate Money's anal ring. Money moaned as the dick started to move into him, stretching his ring as it burrowed its way inside.
Kobe gripped Money's ass cheeks tighter, holding them open and in place as he started to drill into the hole. Money rose up onto his hands, trying to keep his asshole from locking up and making entry harder. He'd learned from experiences with POOH, that it was much easier getting fucked if you pushed outward with your anus rather than tighten up from fear. So he forced himself to relax and push outward, enabling Kobe's dick to slip further.
"Damn this ass's tite...!" groaned Kobe, already loving how the ring chocked his crown as he added more spit to moisten the hole. Money groaned aloud as the dick moved through him further, inching its way into his rectum and eventually through to his bowels.
It took some time to completely bury his entire shaft, but Kobe managed to worm his entire dick into Money's ass without killing him. With every new inch he pushed into Money's ass, he was rewarded with a tight gripping flex of the anus, choking and massaging his shaft as it sank slowly into him, his balls kissing against his ring as he ground his hips into his ass.
Money felt the dick reaching into his bowel, the long hard phallus probing deeply as it lay in wait, waiting to beat in the backdoor and break down the clinging walls. Kobe leaned in over Money's back (pressing his bare chest to Money's bare back), caressing his sides, ribs, and torso with his hands as his dick flexed around in his hole. Money reached down and massaged his own dick, knowing the fucking would soon start. Kobe only gave Money a few minutes to adjust to his buried tool before standing upright, grabbing his waist, and beginning an unstoppable stroke. Money felt the dick starting to slide in and out of him, dragging his anus back and forth as his inner ring clung to the shaft like a second skin. The friction was incredible, causing extreme circumstance for both men. Kobe loved the way Money's asshole clang to his dick, sucking him in as his dick buried into the hot depths of his body with every stroke. Money managed to take the punishment, manning up as the pain gradually turned in pleasure. Getting fucked wasn't something he did regularly, so it usually took his body awhile to get used to the invasion as his body adjusted around the thrusting shaft.
Kobe watched his dick moving in and out of Money's spread ass, the hole hugging and squeezing his dick as it moved throughout the rectum. He loved watching his dick slide through the anal ring, drooling more spit down occasionally to moisten the passageway.
Picking up speed, he began to dominate the ass, fucking harder, deeper, and stronger as it became accustomed to his stroke. He could feel Money's body growing more and more relaxed as he dug deeper and reached further into his bowels. Money could feel Kobe's balls slapping against his own between his legs, even as he masturbated to keep up with the thrusts. Soon Kobe held him by the hips, slapping his pelvic bone into his ass with every stroke, his 9" dick beating straight through the curved rectum to batter into the milking gut.
Money could feel the passion increase as Kobe's thrusts became more powerful and less controlled. Money found his asshole tensing involuntarily, clamping down to chokehold the penis before it could do any deeper damage. Of course Kobe loved the feeling, as it caused him to drive harder into Money's tight gripping space.
"Hold up..., wait!" insisted Money, pulling forward to dislodge. Kobe was in mid-thrust when Money's asshole suddenly pulled away, leaving his wet dick swaying in the wind.
Money climbed further up onto the bed, rolling onto his back before lifting his legs and exposing his ass. Kobe climbed up into bed after him, his eyes focused on the wet anus which he re-aimed his dick against, then pushed back in. Money tensed as the dick slid back inside him, stroking his own 8.5" dick as his ass gobbled every inch Kobe had to offer.
Kobe felt a great deal of power and strength course through his veins as he slid back into Money's ass. The first time they fucked he felt no control whatsoever, a virtual victim to his boss's anal cravings as Money succumbed to the effects of the experimental drug FUC (chap-2, pt-3 & chap-3, pt-1). Kobe liked the way his boss's ass felt on his dick, but was far too afraid to fuck him the way he wanted for fear of retaliation. Now however, Kobe was beginning to see Money in a different light. Sure he was still his boss, still the drug lord leader of the Underground, but now that Kobe knew Money's fascination with getting fucked ran deeper than merely working off the effects of an experimental drug, he saw Money as a possible answer to his sexual sobriety. Yes Money firmly expressed his straight manhood, speaking of being in control and one step ahead of his enemies..., but Kobe wasn't trying to hear all that, not when Money was holding out with the one thing Kobe needed to get his rocks off. The fact that Money was currently lying on his back in his bed, his legs up and spread like a chick, getting his butt fucked like pussy, --proved that Money liked what was happening MORE than he was willing to let on.
Money lay on his back in bed, his legs spread up and out of the way as Kobe lay atop him, pumping his hips up and down as he fucked 9 inches deep into his ass. Money masturbated his own dick in time with Kobe's strokes, using his free hand to hold onto Kobe's trim thrusting waist as he fucked him like a man on a mission. Kobe watched his own dick sliding in and out of between Money's cheeks, his dick disappearing down the black hole with every jab of his hips. He shifted the majority of his weight on his arms, using them as stilts as he hovered over Money's prone body while thrusting deep into his ass like a bandit.
Money felt Kobe's strokes picking up pace as he started to get carried away in his ass. Money could tell Kobe was getting close to losing his load, as his ginger strokes started to become more precise, driving his dick with a purpose. Both men felt themselves becoming more vested in the fucking as their bodies started to act as one unit. Kobe saw Money's dick beginning to pre-cum as he stroked solely at the head, stimulating the tip just before the cum came shooting out.
"UHHH...!" grunted Money, shooting almost prematurely as the first gob of sperm rocketed from his dick like a cannon blast, then arched through the air and landed on his chest. Kobe felt Money's asshole spasm intensely around his digging dick, just as the second wad shot from the flaring tip, landing less than an inch from the last.
Kobe took advantage of Money's orgasm, using his moment of vulnerability to fuck him as hard and deep as he wanted, fucking the cum from Money's body. Money pushed up against Kobe's chest, trying to ease some of the tension as the dick continued to pummel through his flexing ring like a battering ram. "UHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...!" he grunted after every thrust, the cum painting against his chest and stomach in streaks.
"I'm gonna CUM next...!" groaned Kobe, slamming into Money with ultra deep thrusts, burying his 9 inch rod as far as it could go before unloading.
Money felt himself speared on the end of Kobe's dick (but was in the thrall of his own orgasm to care much), when Kobe's dick suddenly erupted an explosion of sperm in his gut. "AAARRRRRHHHHHHHH FUCK YEAH...!!" yelled the top man, shooting his load directly in his boss's body.
Both men felt the eruption as Kobe's dick set off a series of wild jerks and spurts, filling Money's anal canal to the brim with potent ball juice. Both men moaned in ecstasy as they came together. Money gently moved his hand from blocking Money's chest, to reaching up behind his head to caress his neck. Kobe ground his dick all the way into Money, pressing his pelvic bone against the bottom man's ass (sealing his dick inside the hole) as he unloaded.
Feeling weakened, Kobe fell forward on top of Money. Money gently wrapped his arms about Kobe's back, hugging him closely as they two remained connected (dick in ass). Kobe felt the warm caress relaxing him as he buried his head in Money's neck, instinctively kissing his neck and shoulder, just as he would any GIRL he would have fucked.
Money allowed the kissing/caressing to happen until their orgasms were over, then he pushed at Kobe to get off of him...
"So I guess SECONDS are out of the question...?" asked Kobe, liking where his dick slept.
Money and he laughed, as Money pushed him out and aside...
"I have a wife to answer to, remember...?" he said, getting up (Kobe couldn't help staring at the male ASS he just fucked [again for the 3rd time] ). "C'mon, get dressed..." ordered Money, searching for his discarded clothes. "...I have to drive you back to your car...!"
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