THE HOOD-2
Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WEST PHILLY
19 year old Tae Hyun Kye (a 5'7", 150 lbs, Korean/Black born American with a golden yellow skin complexion, short dark straight hair and a clean baby face) lay upstairs in the apartment over his family's store, nursing injuries he sustained after falling from a 2-story window. He explained the loss of his pants to his family as a robbery gone wrong, with the bandits escaping with several dollars he had hidden in the pockets. The story didn't help smooth over living relations between Tae's family and the blacks residing in the homes around their business. The Kye's had been hit several times by thieves, having had guns pulled in their faces. Each time the robbers got away, taking more and more of the family's trust with them, until everyone who entered their store began to look like potential robbers.
19 year old Quest (Q) Winfield parked his car in front of the store, then walked around to the side entrance and knocked. A woman answered the door, her face souring when she saw briefly who was standing there. "Yes...?" she asked stone faced, remembering Q from his last visit into the store.
"Is Tae in?" he asked politely, already turned off by the woman's facial expression.
"One minute..." he said, slamming the door in his face. Q waited, fighting the urge to burst in on his own. A few seconds later, the door reopened with Tae's uncle standing forebodingly in the doorway.
"What do YOU want...?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.
Q immediately recognized him as the bat yielder who threatened to brain him if he didn't leave the store (last chap).
"I'm lookin' for Tae...~" he said, feeling like a broken record.
"What do you want him for...?" asked his uncle, blocking the entrance.
"None'a your business, man...! Is Tae here or not...?!" asked Q, trying not to lose his temper.
"Tae was attacked and beaten up after you came looking for him yesterday..." informed the uncle, causing Q to in surprise. "...he came home with bruises, and his pants missing...!"
"His pants...?" chuckled Q, realizing Tae hadn't been beaten up, that was the story he told his family to cover WHY he'd lost his pants.
"You think that's funny...?!" asked the uncle angrily, ready to kick Q off his property.
"No...of course not..." answered Q, straightening his facial expression. "...I just...can I see him...?"
"What for...?" asked the protective uncle. "You want to beat him up some more...? You try to make him join your gang...?!"
"What...? Hell no! I ain't in no gang...!" defended Q.
"You carry gun!" stated the uncle. "You wear hoodie and baggy pants...! You in gang!" he insisted.
"Man..., I just TOLD YOU I ain't in no gang...!" repeated Q, getting frustrated. "I'm FRIENDS with T...! We're hommies!"
"Homos...?" question the uncle, who's English wasn't as good as his nephew's.
"HOMMIES! Boyz! Friends! Partners!" explained Tae.
"Tae in college..., study business major! What you have in common with him...?" asked the uncle.
"What kinda racist bullshit question is that...?!" asked Q. "What? We can't be friends cuz he go to some corny ass Community College...?! You don't think I'm in school cuz I'm black?? What, I gotta be wearin' a business suit and tie to talk to `em...?! YOU motherfuckers came to MY Hood to sell your bullshit Chinese food..., and you don't like Black People...??!"
"Go away! Tae not here for you!" said the uncle, pushing the door closed as he began to shoe Q off his property. "Tae NEVER here for YOU! You go! Go, or I call police!" he added, before slamming the door.
Q contemplated knocking again, demanding the uncle bring his ass outside and say that shit to his face. He could hear rapid Chinese talk behind the door, as if two people were arguing, then Tae opened the door...
"Hey man, what's up...?" he asked, as if nothing had just happened.
"Wussup...??" asked Q, already pissed by the argument he had with the uncle. "What the FUCK you mean wussup...?! Wussup with yur fuckin' family...??"
"Forget them, man..." said Tae, inviting Q in. "...they just tripping!"
"Oh, you Noticed...?!" questioned Q, sarcastically, stepping onto the enclosed porch.
"Come up to my room...!" invited Tae, limping slightly as he went back into the house.
Tae had never invited Q into his home before, having always kept him and their friendship a secret from his family. Q followed him into the home, seeing several small children and adults playing, cooking, and watching television.
<"What is HE doing here...?!"> asked Tae's aunt, as everyone's eyes fell on the stranger walking through their home.
<"We're going up to my room..."> said Tae in Korean, leaving Tae in the dark. <"...I'm helping him study!">
<"Study what..., how to read and write proper English...?"> joked the aunt, causing the family to laugh at Q's expense.
"What they laugh'n at...?" asked Q, feeling self-conscious.
"Nothing." answered Tae, heading up the steps.
<"Make sure he doesn't STEAL anything!"> yelled the aunt. <"He looks like one of the niggers that robbed the store last month!">
"What she say...?" asked Q, watching everyone watch him.
"My room's THIS way...!" said Tae, ignoring his friend's questions.
Q followed Tae into his bedroom, noticing several mattresses on the floor.
"You share a room...?" he asked, stepping over clothes and toys to get to Tae's mattress.
"Yeah..." answered the Korean/American. "...with my two younger nephews...! You don't know how lucky you are to have a room all to yourself!" he added while closing and locking the bedroom door for privacy.
"My grandma's just as nosey though...!" stated Q, surprised that 19 year old man was sharing a room with two 10 year old boys. "It's JUST LIKE livin' with a house full'a folks...! She got eyes and ears everywhere!"
"At least you get to beat off in private..." said Tae, taking a seat on the mattress (his back against the wall). "...I have to jack-off in the shower...! And if I take too long to cum, my aunts and uncles are knocking on the door for me to hurry up!"
"You still jack off...?" asked Q, staring down at Tae's crotch. "I thought I told you to save that shit for me!"
"I do..." defended Tae, "...I don't jack nearly as much as I WANT to! You still get a healthy amount!"
"I'll say!" said Q, falling to his knees between Tae's open legs. "You nearly choked the SHIT outta me with that last load you shot down my throat!"
"You said you wanted it!" smiled Tae, as Q reached between his legs and began to feel his stiff erection through his pants.
"If yur family weren't such DICKS about me visitin' you..., I could drain yur shit more often!" he complained.
"They're just...concerned..." defended Tae, loving his friend's hands playing with his hard-on.
"They probably WOULD'n be if you stopped sayin' things like you got robbed and stripped of yur pants on the way home...!" stated Q.
"How else am I supposed to explain what happened to my pants...?!" asked Tae. "`Oh, I lost my pants falling out of my boyfriend's window while I was hiding from his 60 year old grandmother who nearly caught us fucking in his bedroom...!' My family would FLIP if they knew I was gay! Gay AND fucking a black thug!"
Q smiled.
"HOW do you think my grandma would feel is she found you fuckin' me...?" he asked, recalling how close they got to getting caught. "We've gotta find a better place to fuck!"
"We could always go back out to the park again...!" suggested Tae.
"And risk gettin' caught by the cops...?!" asked Q. "They might not mind a couple'a WHITE BOYZ parkin' inna park after dark... but a nigga an' and chink...?? They'd haul our asses off faster than a mad dog with rabies!"
"Where else can we go...?" asked Tae, his dick hard as nails as Q continued to play with it.
Q started to undo Tae's pants, making the 19 yr old college boy nervous...
"HERE...?" he asked, looking at the door. "My family's RIGHT DOWNSTAIRS...!"
"What's life without a lil' risk...?" asked Q, pulling his friend's zipper open and freeing his thick 9" (downward curved) dick. He stroked the uncut prick back and forth for several second, enjoying the look and feel of it between his roaming fingers before leaning forward and suckling the exposed head.
"Ooohhh..." moaned Tae, feeling tingling sensations all over his body. He watched his friend's lips wrap around his dick, then felt his tongue suckling on the underside.
Q loved the taste of Tae's dick. Maybe it was a mental thing, but it seemed different from the other (black) dicks he sucked. Even his CUM tasted different (less salty). Q believed it had something to do with the foods Tae eat (fruits & Vegetables), verses food most African Americans consume (proteins & starches). Q wasn't one to just be drinking nigga's nut willy-nilly (most would have you popping high blood pressure pills with the sodium laced inside), but once he tasted Tae's, he was hooked. He drank the Asian boy's ball juice every chance he got (unless Tae was shooting it in his ass).
He bobbed his head up and down, allowing his mouth to mold to the shape as he sealed his thick lips to the pole and suctioned as if drinking from a straw.
"Damn..." moaned Tae, closing his eyes as he titled his head back, enjoying the suction.
Q bobbed his head back and forth, feeling more and more of Tae's curved prick slide smoothly into his throat as he relaxed his neck muscles. Soon he was swallowing the dick whole, taking it full length with every bob of the head. Tae was in heaven as Q used his throat as a pussy, bobbing his throat up and down and fucking his own face.
Tae sat with his hands at his sides, his fingers gripping the bed sheets intensely as his dick was sucked masterfully by his boyfriend. Occasionally he'd look down to see his tan colored dick disappear between his lover's dark lips, watching Q become possessed as he bobbed faster, Thick spit coated Tae's thick prick as Q's mouth sucked up and down, his throat ballooning with every passage the dick made down into his greedy gullet.
"Fuck man..., you're going to make me cum soon if you keep this up..." moaned Tae, starting to hump upward into Q's bobbing mouth.
Instead of stopping, Q continued forth, suctioning faster as he drove his head up and down like a bobble head doll, fucking his own throat at a steady pace.
"Shit man, I'm serious...!" said Tae, feeling his orgasm build.
Q continued to bob, his warm wet throat acting as a sufficient pussy substitute as he plunged his mouth down around the base of his lover's dick with every stroke. Tae resisted the urge to grab Q's head and fuck it, instead relying on his boyfriend's hunger to propel them as he began lifting his ass up off the mattress to drive more dick down the back of his throat.
Q enjoyed Tae's upward thrusts, accepting his dick faithfully as his face plunged into Tae's groin with every stroke. Soon the two men were fucking in complete unison, Tae thrusting upward while Q plunged down. Gobs of thick spit escaped his mouth, drooling down Tae's thrusting shaft as his balls began to tighten in their sack.
"Oh fuck, man..., you're about to get my nut..." announced the blasian, finding himself nearly an explosive climax. By now he was using his arms as anchors, lifting his ass with every stroke, thrusting well deep into his boyfriend's throat with deep penetrating lunges. Q could feel the desperation in Tae's body as he fucked harder, driving his dick deeper, his arms starting to tremble from the strain as his dick suddenly thickened and started shooting hot cum directly down the back of Q's throat.
"Oh god..." groaned Tae, biting his lower lip to keep from screaming out loud during orgasm.
Q felt the big dick pulse between his lips, then felt it spurting thick delicious spurts of molted semen straight down his throat. Tae's body trembled and shook during orgasm, the thick cum-tub along the belly of his prick pulsing wildly against Q's caressing tongue, pumping fresh seed directly into his mouth and throat.
Q accepted the creamy deluge without regret, loving the way it spurt down his throat in sweet warm gushes. He was jacking his own hard 8" dick (his pants/underwear down around his thighs while he jerked), when Tae curiously reached up over his back to feel his bare ass. Tae felt the two round globes hiked high in the air, then ran his fingers lustfully down into the center crevice, feeling for the lustful hole. Q groaned when he felt his lover's fingers roaming over his hot pucker, then started shooting his load after he quickly stuffed his two middle fingers straight through the tight gripping ring.
"MMmmpphh...!!" he grunted, coming wildly all over the mattress. Tae groaned wantonly when he felt Q's asshole spasm and flex around his fingers, the squeezing anal ring timed perfectly with Q's cum spurts as he painted the mattress with his cream.
"You've GOT to let me back up in that ass soon..." he said, wishing they had more privacy to fuck.
"My grandma's going away soon..." informed Q, causing Tae to perk up. "...there's a wedding in Virginia she's invited to, so I'll be home alone for a few days next week...!"
"COOL..." said Tae, already excited. "...should I bring my toothbrush...?" he asked, smiling.
"Let's just make SURE she's going first before we start talking about moving IN together...!" joked Q, pulling up his pants.
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18 year old Kaleb Nelson was living in his father's (KaliQ Nelson) house, eating his food, using his electricity, water, gas, watching his cable TV (basically taking up space) without working OR contributing anything towards the bills. KaliQ Nelson didn't mind that his son HAD to come live with him after living the first 17 years of his life with his mother (actually his son's presence DID kind of `cramp' his lifestyle with the ladies), but the boy had no drive, no gumption, and apparently no skills to get a job.
40 year old KaliQ thought Kaleb's mother did a lousy job raising him, then dumping their lazy son off on his doorstep after she decided to move in with another man. KaliQ was furious with the situation he now found himself living in. At 14 he already had a job, and was helping his mother by buying his own school supplies. He thought those qualities would have been inherited in his son, yet Kaleb's biggest contribution to the world (thus far) was getting up sometime around noon and playing his video games until bedtime. If it weren't for the occasional break to raid the refrigerator, the boy would stay in his room 24-7.
After weeks of allowing Kaleb to run the same routine without let-up, KaliQ thought it was high time HE stepped in as The Enforcer.
"Kaleb..." he said one afternoon, walking into his son's room unannounced.
Kaleb looked totally disturbed, sitting on the edge of his bed with his control stick in his hand, still in his underwear. "...we need to talk...!"
"Can it wait until I've finished this game...?" asked Kaleb, not knowing his days as `the ultimate player' were over.
"No, not at all." said KaliQ calmly, shutting off the television set.
"DAD...!" yelled Kaleb on the verge of busting his own high score.
"Don't DAD me...!" yelled KaliQ, shutting the younger man up immediately. "Ever since your mom and her new boyfriend dropped you off here, you've done nothing but sit up here in your room and play those damn video games!" informed KaliQ, getting an annoyed facial expression from his son in response. "You don't even shower until I'm already back from work! Now I don't know what your mom had you doing around HER house to motivate you..., but you certainly ain't gonna just sit here and watch the years go by without finding a job and contributing to the bills for saving your money to move out...! Either one is fine with me, so long as it requires you getting up off your ass and hitting the streets! Are we CLEAR on this...?!" asked KaliQ, grabbing his son's attention when he snatched the control stick out of his hand.
"YEAH..." snapped Kaleb, sucking his teeth. "...dang..."
"I expect you to find SOMETHING in a few days...!" said KaliQ, tossing the control back to his son. "If I have to come up here again, I'm bringing my belt!"
"I'm too OLD for beatings..." informed Kaleb (18 now).
"You're not a MAN until you're making your own money and paying your own way...!" explained KaliQ, heading for the door. "Within a few days...!" he reminded, before exiting, leaving Kaleb with something to think about.
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THE HALFWAY HOUSE
Outside The Lancashire Halfway House in West Philly stand the scattered remnants of community protesters, vowing to keep the protests going until Lancashire closes its doors and move to someone else's neighborhood. The City based program opened despite concerns of protesters refusing to let past criminals, drug dealers, murderers, and pedophiles in the neighborhood. Their protests were relatively peaceful, except the one incident when a shelter victim was stoned by a man protesters claimed wasn't a part of their organization. Police moved in shortly after, scaring the rest of the protesters away before escorting the residents inside.
37 year old Davis Wood was one such man. Recently released from prison after serving 6 of a 10 years sentence for possessing marijuana with intent to sell, he found himself homeless after his wife of over 10 years refused to allow him to live with her and their children. In fact, hiw wife (Carmella) went one step further by announcing to a judge during her custody hearing, that she believe prison life has CHANGED her husband from heterosexual to homosexual, and feared for the safety of her children. The judge saw reason to refuse Wood visitation to his children until a court appointed chaperone could be scheduled to supervise visits. Davis was furious, knowing he would NEVER do anything to jeopardize his kids safety in any way.
Davis was urged to find a job as quickly as possible, and to secure himself a place outside the City funded Halfway House. Counseling centers were also open to these men, to help smooth out any residual effects of living behind bar and to reintegrate them back into society. Members would sit down in a group setting, discussing things that happened to them while in prison. For those who had extreme circumstances, there were one on one time with counselors where everything said was held in the strictest of confidence.
Davis Wood attended both Group and Private Sessions, having a lot of healing to go. He confessed to his counselor how his teeth were bashed in by his cellmate who eventually forced Davis to service men with fellatio in the prison's library, and charged the inmates a fee for service. Prison Guards were aware of Davis' plight, but refused to aid as his service ultimately helped to keep peace in the prison by draining much of the tension from the inmates balls.
Davis now wore dentures to hide the loss of his teeth. Most people meeting him for the first time would never realize his teeth were false until they heard his story. Davis tried to keep his tale to only a choice few, not wanting word of it to get around a House filled with men of prison backgrounds. However while one of the inmates were on `trash duty', he discovered un-shredded notes of Davis plight in the Counselor's trashcan. In that briefest of moments Davis' most shameful secret had been exposed, signifying him to the House as a cocksucker.
Unbeknownst to Davis, the other residents began looking at him sideways, wondering if rumors were true? Davis noticed men cupping their crotches in front of him, making him feel uneasy as they passed him in the halls. Once or twice he'd been invited into a Housemate's room, under the pretence of watching a game or killing time until lights out. In each occasion Davis declined, feeling weird about the invite. It wasn't until one day when he was in the bathroom (finishing up a shower) that he was accosted by two residents...
"Time to stop the bullshit...!" said the lead man, bursting through the door while Davis was in the mirror with a towel wrapped securely about his trim waist.
Davis was startled by the intrusion, as House Policy clearly mandated `one occupant in the bathroom at a time'. The man (accompanied with a companion from the third floor) grabbed Davis and threw him up against the back wall. "Word has it you were the prison's dick sucker at Piedmont Pen...!" said the man, staring Davis face to face. "Is that true...?!"
"Said his teeth was clean KNOCKED OUT of his mouth...!" said the second man (the one that read the file).
"You got false teeth...?" asked the first man, gripping Davis' face and squeezing his jaw until his teeth fell out of place. "I'LL BE DAMNED..." he smiled, pulling Davis' teeth from his mouth. "...the rumors ARE true! You a DICK SUCKA...?" asked the man, unzipping his pants. "I got something for you to SUCK!" he insisted, pulling out his erection. "Get down there and show me what you learned!"
Davis was shoved to his knees as a big fat juicy dick was pushed into his face. Flashbacks of him getting face and ass fucked (willing & unwillingly) in Piedmont Penitentiary passed through his mind, recalling how he was forced to service anyone who wanted head at the prison's new Librarian.
"Suck my dick, motherfucka!" ordered the man, bringing Davis back to reality.
Davis looked up at the man (who stood about 6'4, 200 pounds of solid thickness) and opened his mouth, giving safe passage into his toothless mouth. The man watched Davis' mouth open (like the gates to heaven) and pushed in, sliding all 10.5 inches balls deep in Davis' mouth. Davis felt the dickhead enter his mouth, then press all the way in until it was sliding straight down his throat, ballooning his neck and ovaling his lips in the process.
"OOOooohhhh shhhiiiitttttt...this's gooood..." moaned the man, holding his crotch against Davis' face, his dick lodged over 10 inches down his throat.
"Damn...he ain't even gaggin'...!" said the second man, watching in disbelief.
"Throat like THIS don't come along every day..." informed the man, still holding his dick deep, enjoying the hot wet depths of Davis' throat. "...it takes YEARS, or a steady bombardment of dick to open it up like this...!" he added, grounding his hairy pubes into Davis' face, his wiry hairs going straight up Davis' nostrils. "THIS throat's seen A LOT of action!"
Davis held the dick deep in his throat for what felt like minutes, not becoming irritated until somewhere around the 40 second mark where his throat began to tighten in efforts to push the invader out so h could breathe. The man pulled back, dragging his thick dick through Davis' pursed lips (allowing oxygen to pass through his breathing passages) before pushing back in, forcing back into the hot mouth.
Sucking dick came back to Davis as easily as riding a bike, flooding his memory with some of the pleasure he felt from servicing men. There was a certain level of power that came from being able to make men cum, an undeniable power that women had been privy to for centuries.
Davis felt the dick thrusting back and forth in his mouth, taking up residence as it forced through his lips and down into his throat (whether he wanted it to or not). But somewhere around the 40th and 50th thrusts, did Davis change his mind from being a victim, to being the victor, sucking the dick instead of being force-fucked. He opened his mouth and swallowed the 10 and 1/2 inch mammoth to the root, latching his lips hungrily about the hairy base before collapsing his throat down around the long hard shaft...
"Oh FUCK...!" swore the man, nearly losing his footing from the sensation. "He's like a fuckin' anaconda..." he declared, feeling Davis down his meat to the short hairs. "...he's tryin' to swallow my entire body whole..., --DICK FIRST!"
Davis cupped the man from the back, grabbing two heaping handfuls of his ass and began thrusting his head back and forth. "Shit...!" moaned the man as he watched in amazement as Davis turned the tables, fucking his dick with his face.
Davis pounded his head up and down on the full length, taking it from mid-shaft to base without holding back, opening his mouth and throat like a vacuum, sucking down everything in sight.
"FUCK man..." cursed the man, grabbing onto the sink and wall, holding onto anything that would keep him upright and steady as Davis followed his crotch, devouring him like a cannibal. "...I...I... don't think I'mma last much longer...!" he warned.
Davis felt something in him snap. During his time in Piedmont he became a victim, allowing men to control how his mouth and ass was fucked. Ever since becoming a slave, he vowed that things would be different once he was free. But he never knew HOW different. Davis always thought he'd go back to women, getting back together with his wife and reuniting with his children. He never figured he'd still be on his knees servicing men, still sucking dicks and eating cum loads. But there he was, on his knees in a towel, freshly showered and devouring the enormous dick of a man he didn't even know.
He opened his mouth and plunged his throat down on all 10.5 inches of dick over and over, repeatedly swallowing it to the root (spittle drooling from his lips and soaking into the man's pubic hairs like a waterfall) until he felt the dick swell...
"OH shit, man..., I'm gonna BLOW...!"
Davis smashed his face in the man's groin, feeling the dick lodge into his throat just as it burst, shooting thick spurts of semen straight down his throat. "AAARRRRRHHHHHHH...!!" screamed the man, losing all sense of self as the eruption in his loins took precedence.
Davis felt the cum spurts shooting down his throat, passing his taste-buds and instantly flowing directly into his stomach.. He kept his face planted in the man's groin, his mouth sealed to the base of his dick throughout his climax, capturing every spurt, every gush, until it trickled to a slow ooze. Then (and only then) did Davis pull back for air, dragging his toothless mouth back up the deflating shaft until the dying head popped wetly from his mouth, thoroughly drained.
"Next...?" he asked, looking towards the second man, only to find he'd already lost his load to the floor as he stroked the last of his load from his pulsating dickhead, a long stream of semen dripping from his piss-slit like a silver string. "Maybe next time..." he laughed, before getting off his knees and leaving the two men panting for breath.
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