THE DISTRICT-37 Changing Of The Guard
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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SOUTH PHILLY
21 yr old MarliQ Johnson lay in the floor of the 5th Precinct's basement jail cell. He'd been there several days while police tried to build a case to support holding him. With no real evidence connecting MarliQ to Cole Richmen's shooting at police officers [back in chap-30], so they were forced to release him for lack of evidence. MarliQ was pulled from the holding cell, then taken back upstairs where he signed for his belongings and cell phone. Once he reached the front door, he turned his phone on and called the first person that came to mind for a ride home...
"Hop in!" said Manny Michaels, pulling up in front of him on a nearby corner so 30 mins later.
"Thanks for comin', man..." said MarliQ gratefully, hopping in.
"How'd they treat you in there...?" asked Manny, sitting behind the wheel. "Did anybody try to take MY pussy...?"
"No...!" laughed MarliQ, thinking Manny joking.
"You SURE...?" asked the older man, "I'm not trying to fuck through 20 nigga's nuts, you know?"
"Ain't nobody fucked me..." assured MarliQ. "...all I wanna do is get home and take a shower..." he stated firmly, "...it's been a few days...!"
"I'll take you home..." agreed Manny, putting his car in drive as he started to take off. "...to MY place...!"
MarliQ looked over at Manny...
"Dude, I'm serious..." he said, from the passenger's seat. "...I'm TIRED, hungry, smelly, and sleepy...! I NEED to go HOME...!"
"I got FOOD at MY place..." said Manny, refusing to change course. "...I got a SHOWER..., a BED...!"
"You NOT gonna let me get any sleep at Yur place...!" suspected MarliQ.
"You don't really want sleep..." suggested Manny. "...you wouldn't've called ME if you wasn't tryin' to give up the cakes...!"
MarliQ laughed out loud...
"That sounds like somethin' I would say to some chick...!" he chuckled at the irony.
"I'm RIGHT, though...ain't I...?" asked Manny, headed towards his place.
"Whateva nigga..." responded MarliQ, knowing he was about to get dicked down whether he wanted to or nor. "...just let me take my shower first...!" he stated.
"No problem..." smiled Manny, massaging the long lump in his pants with anticipation as he drove...
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MANAYUNK
It was full speed ahead on McConnell's mayoral campaign, with a growing staff of volunteers to help get the word out before the upcoming election. 53 yr old McConnell ran the circuit, speaking in shopping malls, parking lots, press conferences, halls, benefits, banquets, anywhere he needed to go to get voters aroused. He found himself working longer hours with little sleep [and little time for his lover], as the date of the election came closer and closer.
"Are we all prepared for the debate tomorrow night...?" asked Dunn, [McConnell's chief campaign advisor], walking into McConnell's campaign office,
"Speaking in front of large masses of people had always been my weakest suit..." said McConnell, not too crazy about the idea. "...I suppose that's ONE reverend Holmes has UP on me..., as he speaks in front of large masses every Sunday at his church...!"
"Don't let the smoke screen fool you..." advised Dunn, placing a list of topics he outlined before McConnell. "...he's probably MORE conflicted than most of his congregation members are that come to him regularly for advice and guidance...!"
"His reputation seems impeccable!" said McConnell, looking over the list.
"So does every other politician on the block at first glance..." informed Dunn. "...the trick is to point out your opponents' flaws before he picks out yours...! It's called: `The Bob And Weave Tactic', and they ALL do it!"
"What's THIS list for...?" asked McConnell, frowning. "You expect me to ASK reverend Holmes these questions...?! I'll look like an asshole!"
"They are YOUR `Bob And Weave' questions..." explained Dunn, standing over McConnell's shoulder... "Reverend Holmes will likely bring up some of YOUR faults and attack your personal life and choices..., you're going to have to be able to COUNTER him with an attack of your own..., or you might as well HAND him the election...!"
"Some of these questions are downright intrusive and mean..." argued McConnell. "...I wouldn't feel comfortable asking him about his stripper wife...! AND I don't think the audience would appreciate it either...! It could backfire on us..."
"OR it could make the city's next mayor look like someone no one wants to fuck with...!" challenged Dunn. "You have to decide which kind of MAN you want to be, David..., a man who respects others at ALL costs..., or a man who really wants to be in power...? The mayor can't be timid and complacent..., he HAS to be ruthless and cutthroat at times...! When budget cuts come up inevitably..., you're going to have to decide WHO gets thrown out with the bath water...!"
"I refuse to be THAT kind of mayor...!" said McConnell, making a stand as he balled up Dunn's list.
"Then good luck with your next job running a retirement villa..., because reverend Holmes will likely WIN the election by making YOU look like an inadequate dolt with a sexual deviance for young chore boys..., when really it's the other way around!"
McConnell looked back down at his sheet of questions [lying in the waste basket], contemplating what to do? "I'm sorry if I sound harsh..." said Dunn, becoming tender as he touched McConnell on the arm. "...but I really believe in YOU..., YOU make me think that there are still GOOD people in the world that actually CARE about the poor, the infirmed, and the elderly...! You're a rarity in politics! And I'm just GLAD to have been on your side!"
"You make it sound like you're quitting the campaign...?" said/asked McConnell...
"No..." laughed Dunn, "...not quitting..., BUT I can't be by your side tomorrow...!"
"You're KIDDING..." responded McConnell. "...after all your hard work to get us where we are...?! I thought you'd want to be there during the debate..., to SHARE the moment with me...!"
"I have a family emergency..." said Dunn, "...otherwise I would be right by your side the entire night, holding your hand...!" he added, grabbing McConnell's hand in emphases.
McConnell removed his hand. "Besides..." continued Dunn, "...I still feel like there's a lot of tension between us whenever we're together..."
"Tension...?" questioned McConnell.
"I didn't want to SAY anything..." said Dunn, "...but I think Ramone suspects something between us...!"
McConnell grinned...
"Yeah..., he DID..." admitted the former police captain. "...but we talked it all out..."
"Really...?" questioned Dunn, unsure. "...because I overheard him making plans to meet up with Marvin Rollins tomorrow night during the debate...!"
McConnell felt his heart stop beating for a second as a cold chill suddenly ran up the length of his spine, causing goose-bumps to appear along his arms...
"Marvin Rollins...?" repeated McConnell, trying not to let Dunn see him upset. "Well..., Ramone IS an undercovers officer..." he reasoned.
"It definitely sounded like they might be getting under the covers...!" insinuated Dunn.
McConnell wondered if Brian's assumptions had merit...? After all, how else would he KNOW about Ramone and Marvin unless he overheard his lover speaking about it in some capacity...? HE'D never disclosed to Dunn that Ramone and Marvin had a sexual encounter..., so how else would he know about it unless Ramone was actually planning another one...? "I'm NOT telling you this to HURT you..." added Dunn, comfortingly. "...I just thought you should know..." he added, before leaving McConnell alone with his throughts...
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WEST PHILLY
It takes a lot of grit and determination to run an enterprise. 25 yr old DeWayne [DMoney] Wright may have inherited his boss's legacy and position [through his untimely death], but it took a lot of skill [putting the right people in the right positions] to maintain it.
Placing Kenneth [Kobe] Brown as his right-hand man, giving HIM the burden to oversee the drug houses and collect profits, freed Money up to pose as a legitimate businessman in the real world and to spend more time with his family. Some might see that as a copout or a weakness, but Money realized [long ago] that the longest running successful drug dealers [like the Vincelli's] do their deeds behind closed doors, allowing their underlings to be exposed. POOH's and Tempest Williams' biggest problems were in wanting to be respected and revered as monarchs in the underworld. Money didn't care about being #1 on the police radar. He intended on seeing his children grow and graduate from high school and college. He wanted them to have everything HE was deprived as a kid of the ghetto. He wanted to leave them a legacy OTHER than a drug lord's name. He wanted to leave them businesses and properties that would last several lifetimes, and not just END with his shooting or death.
Kobe Brown saw life differently. The world was his oyster, and he was the master of his own destination. As HE saw it, there was only ONE MAN standing in the way of his becoming the city's NEXT monarch, and he was butt fucking the shit out of HIM every chance he got.
HE saw Money as a fool, and fools were soon departed of their money, titles, and positions. Kobe had a myriad of schemes in the works to overthrow Money and discredit him as the ruthless drug dealer his reputation preceded. Kobe couldn't THINK of Money without grabbing his growing erection. He was becoming addicted to fucking the boss. There was no drug in existence that equaled the same HIGH as butt fucking a known badass and nutting up his ass!
Kobe called Money on his private line [with his friend Monk on standby listening]. He told Money how horny he was, and that no girl's pussy's as good and satisfying as HIS ass! Money [relaxing with his family and friends] couldn't help getting aroused as the void in his ass started to throb and expand. "When can we hook up again, man...? My dick's hard as hell! You know you got that good shit I need...!" said Kobe over the phone, rubbing his erection through his pants.
"Damn nigga..." responded Money, getting a curious look from his wife. "...you sho you can't handle that shyt without me...?" he asked, pretending it was something serious.
"Naw man..., I need that ass RITE NOW, or I'mma fuckin' BUST!" said Kobe, erotically.
"Okay..." said Money, "...I'll be there as fast as I can...! Don't DO shit til I get there!"
"What's wrong...?" asked Dedra, holding the baby as she entertained their friends.
"I have to meet Kobe down at one of the...STORES...[code for drug house], he's havin' problems with production...! I shouldn't be long!" said Money, getting up from the sofa.
"But..., what about Doug and Lisa...?" asked Dedra, reminding him of their present company.
"I'll be rite back..." responded Money, "...I'm sho' THEY understand...!"
"Yeah buddy, handle your stuff!" said his business friend Doug, slapping hands and handshakes as Money whisked by [they're friends obviously didn't know of Money's Underground dealings].
Money left the house and jumped into his Hummer and headed over to Kobe's apartment, his dick and ass already hot with anticipation...
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ELSEWHERE IN WEST PHILLY...
MarliQ had been to Manny Michael's apartment before [chap-29], and had no qualms about showering in the policeman's bathroom after stripping naked. Manny watched MarliQ dump his clothes into a pile on the floor before grabbing a clean towel and was cloth and headed for the shower. Manny turned down the bed, spraying the unchanged sheets with cologne before pulling off his own clothes and joining MarliQ.
MarliQ had his head under the shower spray, washing the dirt and grime off his body from the past several days. He had just finished lathering his face and hair when he heard the shower curtain slide open...
"Got room for ONE more...?" asked Manny, cozying up behind him.
"Naw man...let me finish my shower first...!" complained MarliQ, unable to open his soapy eyes.
"Love won't let me wait!" said Manny, quoting the Major Harris [Luther Vandross] song, slipping his erection up between MarliQ's soapy butt cheeks. MarliQ was forced up against the shower wall as Manny started to push into him.
"DAMN MAN, WAIT...!" cursed MarliQ [playfully], feeling the dickhead force its way inside.
"Water and soap COST money..." joked Manny, pressing in against MarliQ's back after sheathing his shaft up his ass, grabbing his forehead and yanking his head back until the shower water ran over his face [clearing the soap from his eyes]. MarliQ opened his mouth to breath as the water ran over his face, eyes, nose, and filled his mouth with an oncoming gush. "...thought you would've learned that in jail?"
Manny nuzzled up against MarliQ's ear, his free hand wrapping about the big boy's meaty chest [pulling at the fatty tits] as he started to fuck, telling him how deep and good his `pussy' was and how much fun he was going to have fucking him.
"Shit man..., let me get OUT of the shower first..." insisted MarliQ, wanting to get cleaned first.
"I don't give a shit about a lil' stink on my dick...!" said Manny, thrusting in and out as he hugged the big guy from behind. "This pussy ain't goin' NOWHERE til I creamed it first!" he declared.
MarliQ braced himself against the wall as he got fucked from behind, his body growing accustomed to the fucking far faster than he expected. It was obvious that his body was getting used to being used sexually by men, an idea MarliQ still wasn't completely comfortable with, although he couldn't deny liking the prodding he got from Manny, Tyrone, Jahleem, and his brothers on the regular.
Manny Michaels held onto MarliQ like a life depended on it, clenching his hands around his head and chest as he thrust in and out of his fat plump ass, forcing the big guy to arch his back for better [deeper] access despite his misgivings about surrendering.
Manny never had any problem finding hot orifices to fuck [male or female], but rarely did he come across ass like MarliQ's or Malik's, guys who possessed pussies for asses but didn't realize the treasures they possessed. There was something special in finding a guy he could befriend [watch ball games with, bullshit with, talk shit to] and fuck, without everyone knowing or suspecting what they did behind closed doors. Manny thought he HAD that friendship with Malik, but the fellow officer was too smitten by the drug dealer to notice what he and Manny had. Now Manny felt like he was given a second chance to get what he wanted. He fucked up with Malik the first time by allowing him to slip through his fingers, but he wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.
Bending MarliQ further, he started to fuck deeper, driving his bone into his ass as he buried his dick 10 to 11 inches with each stroke. MarliQ grunted and groaned from the deep penetrations, his hands braced against the wall for support as the water beat across his back and Manny's chest. Manny watched his dick disappear up MarliQ's fat ass every time he thrust forth, the water making loud slapping noises whenever their bodies clashed. MarliQ could feel the brunt end of Manny's pole charging through his gut, slamming into his colon as he drew closer to coming.
"Not yet..., not here..." interrupted Manny, yanking his dick free before exiting the shower, dragging MarliQ along with him.
The 2 men dried off, then Manny pulled the younger man into the bedroom with him, throwing him face down across the bed. Spreading MarliQ's legs, he buried his face between the 21 yr old's hairy cheek, tonguing his just freshly fucked hole. MarliQ groaned with erotic excitement as he reached down between his legs and started stroking his fat dick. His asshole was very sensitive after just getting fucked. He could feel Manny depositing mouthfuls of spit into his hole, lubing it for further fucking.
After a few minutes of tongue bathing, Manny pulled his face up from the wet cheeks and slid his dick back inside to resume where he left off. Grabbing MarliQ's waist roughly, he fucked hard into his ass, thrusting all the way through him, burying again and again with growing urgency and passion.
MarliQ continued stroking himself as he got fucked. It only took a few minutes of resumed prodding before he felt his dick swell between his fingers, then start spilling semen all over Manny's sheets.
"UHH...UHH...UHHH...URHH...URHH...URHH..." he panted, his asshole flexing wildly about Manny's thrusting penis.
Having made MarliQ cum, Manny yanked from his hole once more, flipping him onto his back before lifting his thick legs and ramming back inside. "UURRHHHH...!" grunted MarliQ, feeling the pain of being penetrated after orgasm [when his asshole tightened and locked]. Manny leaned down over MarliQ, then started slamming his hips into him, driving deeper, harder, further.
Manny stared down into MariQ's face as he fucked him, watching his pained expressions and thick sensual lips. Leaning further, Manny extended his tongue into MarliQ;s mouth. MarliQ opened his eyes and immediately started suckling the wet oral muscle. Mashing their mouths together, Manny shoved his tongue into MarliQ's mouth fully, making MarliQ suck upon the thick root. Manny rammed his dick into the boy's spread ass harder [super-heated by their intimate tongue exchange], battering the boy's innards before dosing his entrails with a flood of sperm.
"UUUMMMPPHHHH...!!!" he groaned into MarliQ's mouth as the cum came pouring out of his pulsating dick in heavy quarts. MarliQ moaned around Manny's embedded tongue as his ass filled with the warm fluid of his lover's seed.
They continued to kiss long after orgasm, locked together in embrace, Manny's shrinking dick still lodged inside his sucking anus.
"Whadda you think about moving IN with me...?" asked Manny between kisses, as MarliQ lay under him, shocked by the idea...!
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STILL ELSEWHERE...
Money parked his Hummer outside Kobe's apartment duplex and walked up his front steps. Kobe met him at the door and invited him in [his hands on his ass as soon as he entered]. "Damn nigga..., what's this emergency all about...?" asked Money, his dick already starting to tent out the front of his pants. "I can't even enjoy a peaceful evenin' at home with my wife and friends without you blowin' my phone up...!"
"You kno' how it is, man...!" said Kobe, pulling Money up in his arms as he cupped two hefty handfuls of his ass. "You kno' I can't go but a few days without get'n summa THIS...!"
"You gonna seriously have to find a girlfriend to fuck onna side..." suggested Money, "...I can't be droppin' everythin' when you want sum ass..., Dedra's gonna start wonderin' what I'm payin' YOU for if I gotta keep comin' to the rescue and runnin' errands...!"
"You kno' I ain't tryin'na have no bitch lock me down..." complained Kobe, as Money broke away to get undressed. "...I ain't tryin'na be havin' no bunch'a baby mommas and shyt!"
"That's why you settle down with ONE chick..." explained Money. "...keep HER satisfied and she won't even think twice of you hangin' out with the hombul's you fuckin'!"
"Or..." smiled Kobe, as Money got fully undressed in front of him, staring at the boss man's rump. "...I could juss keep hittin' YUR ass up...!"
"You don't fuckin' listen...!" laughed Money, as Kobe undressed [exposing his immediate erection].
From the closet door, Monk stood inside watching, his own erection busting to get out of his pants as he watched Kobe prepare to fuck DMoney with his very eyes.
"You gonna SUCK me first..." questioned Kobe, "...get it good and wet for yur ass...?"
"That's what LUBES for, nigga...!" teased Money, taking a seat on the sofa.
"C'mon Money..." pleaded Kobe, holding his dick like a boy wanting to share his favorite toy. "...you did it b'fore...! C'mon, just this once...?"
Money chuckled, licking his lips...
"Man, you NEED a girlfriend bad...!" he teased, before pulling Kobe in front of him. Monk watched from the closet with his mouth agape as Money opened his mouth and took Kobe's dick inside, polishing his mouth up and down the sides [wetting it thoroughly] before taking it in.
"Yeah man..." moaned Kobe, glancing over at the [ajar] closet door. He couldn't believe his luck. Not ONLY was he about to butt fuck Money in front of an eyewitness, he was also making him give him HEAD.
Money had no idea Kobe was setting him up as he licked up and down the sides of the hard shaft, painting it wet with his spit before taking the head into his mouth and swallowing as much as he could. Kobe could feel his dickhead sinking into Money's throat as Money swallowed nearly three quarters of his dick before retreating. Instinctively Kobe grabbed the back of Money's head and started to fuck his mouth, driving his head back down on his dick as his dickhead pierced Money's throat and sank deeper than Money was comfortable taking...
"Hey..." choked the Boss, coming up off the steel bar... "...give me a minute motherfucka..., I ain't no deep throat artist!" he joked, clenching his neck.
"Sorry man..." apologized Kobe, his stiff dick still standing hard and wet with spit and slobber... "...got a lil' carried away..."
"Yeah, TELL me about it...!" laughed Money. "You got any WEED...?" he asked, settling back against the sofa, stroking his own manhood leisurely.
"uh...yeah, YEAH..., I got some...in my closet...!" said Kobe, loud enough for Monk to hear. Monk searched his pockets for some weed as Kobe slowly crossed the room [his hardon swaying back and forth as he walked] and stuck his hand inside the slightly opened door, waiting for Monk to HAND him something [Monk always had weed on him for those chicks he's always balling]. Monk slapped a blunt in his hand, along with a warning... `Don't SMOKE that shit, man...' he whispered, as Kobe made his way back to the sofa.
"That's wussup!" smiled Money, grabbing a lighter from his pants [on the floor] to light up, taking deep strong drags off the first puffs.
Kobe watched and waited as Money continued sucking on the blunt until he finally got contact [his lungs filling up with tainted smoke] before passing it off. Kobe took the blunt from Money hand and placed the wet part up to his own lips, pretending to inhale as Money [concentrating on Kobe's dick] went back down on him. This time Money swallowed his dick to the root with absolutely no problem, his throat and neck muscles completely relaxed as he pressed his face into Kobe's pubes, wanting more.
"Holy shit...!" gasped Kobe, seeing stars as Money ate his dick to the root.
Money held his face in Kobe's pubic hair for nearly a minute before pulling back and slurping his lips along the shaft, slithering his tongue smoothly along the underbelly as he made his way back up towards the head before pulling off and reaching for the blunt again...
"Fuck man..., you DO that so fuckin' good..." complimented Kobe, passing him back the tainted marijuana. "...you must've had a lotta experience..."
"Comes wit the territory when you work for a guy like POOH...!" stated Money, before placing the blunt back up to his lips and inhaling, taking an even longer puff.
His head started to swirl [cloudily] from the quick working effects of FUC [a combination drug of Sextacy and Croc, grounded down to powder form and sprinkled in with the marijuana to cause extreme sexual aggressions]. Money handed Kobe back the blunt before he resumed sucking, locking his hands onto the standing man's ass cheeks to pull forward while dropping his head into his groin, forcing the dick back into his throat to bury down his esophagus. Kobe grabbed onto the back of Money's head and pulled him deeper into his pubes, practically shoving his balls into his mouth along with his prick.
"SHIT man..., you're high as fuck...!" he muttered to himself as his dick nearly burst out the back of the Boss man's head.
Money held onto Kobe's ass cheeks as he started to pound his face into his groin, losing all consciousness of himself as he whored his mouth and throat to his subordinate. Kobe withered in delight on the receiving end of Money's wonderful blow job as he sucked the entire shaft from tip to base, swallowing every inch as if it was nothing. The only break he took was when he came up off the dick and licked his way down the underbelly towards the balls, lifting the smooth sac to suck into his wet watery mouth. Kobe tilted his hips forward to give Money better access to the family jewels as Money took them into his mouth and started washing them thoroughly with his tongue, polishing them wetly before spitting them out and licking his way back up towards the head. Kobe was still swooning from the ball play when Money suddenly swallowed his dick again, taking him completely to the root.
"FUCK man...!" responded Kobe, his engorged penis reeking the benefit of Money's situation. Feeling empowered, Kobe pulled Money down off the sofa and onto his knees, holding his head with both hands as he started to throat fuck his mouth and face.
Monk watched from the closet, unzipping his pants to jack his rock hard meat as he watched his friend face fuck their boss. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Kobe pull Money to his knees and start throat punching his mouth with deep thrusts. Money's dick stood rock hard, standing 8 inches up from his groin as he held onto Kobe's ass and fucked his own mouth along the solid shaft [gurgle sounds emitting from the depths of his throat every time the 9" dick plunged balls deep down his esophagus].
Kobe grabbed a bottle of lube he had pre-planted beside the sofa [and laced with liquid FUC]. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, then bent down over Money's head [Money's face planted plastered in his groin, dick lodged down the back of his throat] and roughly shoved his fingers up Money's asshole, lubing it for fucking. Money groaned in Kobe's groin, arching his back to get the fingers deeper in his cunt.
Kobe ran his fingers in and out, adding more FUC laced lube before resuming standing position. Pulling Money up off his knees, he threw him back onto the sofa, lifting his legs to expose his asshole. Money grabbed the backs of his own legs and pulled his knees up to his chest in anticipation of getting fucked, his asshole puckering in and out wantonly as Kobe greased his dick with the same lubricant. Aiming his dickhead down against Money's entrance, he slowly sank in to the root with one long plunge.
From the closet Monk listened as Money groaned aloud from penetration, not protesting or resisting when Kobe sank in balls deep and started grinding against his ass, churning his mighty dick around in his gut, stretching the anal walls to accommodate his girth.
Kobe had Money resting back into the cushions of the sofa, his legs raised submissively against his chest with his dick lodged 9 inches deep in his ass. Money had no idea that Kobe had slipped him a mickey with laced weed and lube, hiding a material eyewitness in the closet to watch him get fucked. All the drug lord was aware was the presence of Kobe's dick probing his innards as the second in command started thrusting back and forth through him. Money tightened and clenched his anal muscles around the dick, giving Kobe something tight to fuck as he started to mandate the pace.
"Yeah nigga..." groaned Kobe, feeling like the MAN IN CHARGE as he gripped Money's ankles over his head, burying his dick with every inward plunge of his hips. "...who's the man...?" he asked, settling into a steady pace. "...who's BITCH are you...?"
"YOU the man, nigga!" answered Money, giving Kobe his props. "I'm YUR bitch...!" he added, giving into lust as he enjoyed having his ass fucked raw.
Kobe held Money's ankles wide apart, spreading his muscled ass wider as he watched his FUC laced lubed dick sink in and out of his asshole, spreading the lubricant throughout the rectum to be absorbed into Money's system, insuring he'd be proactive to his whims whether he wanted to or not.
Money looked down over his own scrunched belly [hard dick and bloated balls] to watch Kobe's dick sinking in and out of him. He could feel the dick spreading him wide as they fucked. He couldn't help being impressed by Kobe's manhood and demeanor. Just to think, he pulled the young man out of the basement of one of POOH'S crack houses as a low ranking dealer, to teach him the ropes and make him his right hand man. Now look at him!
"Yeah nigga...! Take that shyt, nigga! Fuck that ass, nigga! Beat that shyt up real good!" he encouraged, enticing Kobe to fuck him harder.
Kobe started long dicking and power fucking Money's ass as he started to get serious about fucking. He loved the way his dick looked slamming in and out of the boss's ass, making him TAKE the fuck any way he felt like dishing it out. In Kobe's mind, Money days as reigning King of the Underground Syndicate were over, he'd be LUCK to have a position under him as his bottom bitch, taking his dick and cum on a regular, any time he wanted!
Kobe felt like the King Of The World as he pounded DMoney's ass into the sofa cushions, beating him so hard that the sofa back started banging into the neighbor's wall, telling tales of what was happening in Kobe's apartment. Uncaring, Kobe continue ramming until he felt his dick starting to throb. Even then he continued fucking until he slammed in one last time, unloading a flood of cum into Money's battered rectum, drenching his colon in a sea of semen.
"AARRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFUUUUUUUUCCCKKK...!!" he cried as he came, grounding his hips against Money's ass as he bucked like a wild bronco.
Money accepted the cum deluge in his colon, loving the way the dick pulsed and throbbed inside him. He squeezed his anal muscled around the base, milking the shaft before Kobe began to slowly pull out, leaving him empty.
"That all you got...?" asked Money, disappointed. "MORE nigga..." he demanded, shoving his own fingers up his cum drenched asshole. "... keep fuckin' me...! Don't stop!"
"Gimme a minute..." panted Kobe, thoroughly drained as he stepped back for a breather.
Frustrated and needing more dick inside him, Money leaned forward and took Kobe's cummy dick into his mouth, swallowing the soft phallus whole in an effort to pump it back up. But Kobe needed a break, his dick was dead as the satisfaction of nailing the Boss in front of an eyewitness seemed to content him at the moment.
Money released the dick and rolled over onto his hands and knees, throwing his ass back in doggy mode.
"C'mon man, FUCK me some more!" he insisted.
"Monk...!" yelled Kobe, calling to his friend in the closet.
Monk was hesitant, not wanting Money to know he was there. "Monk...! Get yur ass out here and get summa this ass...!" ordered Kobe. Money wasn't even fully away of Monk's presence when he timidly came out from hiding [his stiff dick leading the way] and walked over beside Kobe. "Get summa that shyt, man...!" insisted Kobe, pointing at Money's ass.
Monk couldn't help staring down at the perfectly shaped buns, widely spread before him like a smorgasbord on display. He instantly fell to his knees and buried his face in Money's beautiful buttock, shoving his tongue up the well fucked anus and lapping at the deliciously puckered hole. Kobe was shocked to see his buddy of many years eating an ass he'd just fucked and obviously came off in. He wondered if Monk could taste his nut, or had he cum so deeply up the drug lord's ass that it hadn't come down yet...?
Monk pressed his face up into Money's ass and sucked at his pulsing fuck-hole until he tasted his buddy's cream. His dick throbbed in his hand as he pulled his tongue from Money's hole and shoved his own 8.5 inch dick straight up his vulnerable ass.
"AWWWW FUCK..." he groaned, loving the soft silky center as it tightened and caressed his plunging dick like wet silk or chiffon-velvet. He could feel Kobe's warm cum load coating his dick as he pulled and pushed through, the slick creamy secretions making Money's hole ultra-slick and slippery.
Money could feel the dick sliding through him as he sat facing the wall. He had no real idea that another man [Monk] was fucking him, stepping IN for Kobe. All he was aware of was the constant beating of his innards as the dick plunged in and out of him, feeding his body the craving it desired.
Monk was no real vengeful butt fucker like Kobe. He didn't get off on power and position, he simply loved to fuck. He got into Money's ass and practically lost his mind, shooting cum off the first dozen or so strokes. Kobe saw his buddy bucking like a wild man as he came, mixing his cum load with his own somewhere deep inside Money's cum-pit. But unlike Kobe, Monk was able to keep fucking, having lost NONE of his original stiffness. He simply held onto Money's waist and continued fucking, excess semen oozing out around his thrusting shaft as he continued to dig deep.
Kobe sat down next to Money as he was getting fucked, letting him KNOW that there was someone else in the room using his body besides him. He pulled Money's head down over his lap, then fitted his mouth with his pud [having recovered some from his orgasm]. Money took the soft meat in his mouth and immediately started sucking, as Monk simply climbed onto the sofa behind him and continued fucking. Money lay crouched on his knees as he bobbed his head up and down in Kobe's lap, swallowing his dick as it plumped and fattened between his sucking lips. Kobe reached down under Money's chest and started manipulating his erect nipples, pulling, pinching, and twisting them between his fingers while Money sucked. Once his dick was fully erect again, he pulled Money off Monk's dick, then sat him [facing away] on HIS prick. Money's ass slammed down into his lap as he started riding, bouncing his body up and down on his subordinate's stiff dick.
Monk climbed up onto the sofa and straddled Money's head, titling his head back to fit his cum coated dick into his mouth. Money looked up to see another hardon directly in front of him, and opened his mouth to let it in. Monk leaned in over Money's head [placing his hands against the neighbor's wall for support] and started humping into his face. Money swallowed the dick to the root, sucking off all the creamy juices that foamed about the base, while suckling the shaft with his suctioning mouth, lips, and tongue.
"DAMN..." moaned Monk, smiling down at Kobe who was looking back up at him from underneath. Money pulled his feet up into the sofa cushions [in squatting position] and continued bouncing as he laid his head back on Kobe's shoulder. Monk leaned in closer and continued humping Money's face, drilling his mouth as Kobe watched from the side and fucked UP into Money's bouncing ass. "...I can't BELIEVE we actually fuckin' DMONEY like this...!"
"It's one of the biggest secrets to hit The Underground since Pooh married that tranny chick Peaches!" stated Kobe, watching Money deep throat Monk to the balls. "He's about as HUNGRY as any crack hoe I've ever fucked!"
"Definitely..." agreed Monk, feeling Money's tongue lapping at his underbelly while his dick remained buried in his mouth. "...oh shit..." he groaned, feeling his balls tighten. "...I'm gonna CUM again...!" he announced, as the sperm started shooting from his dick in rapid fire, shooting straight down Money's gulping throat.
"Shyt man, you nutted again...?!" complained Kobe, watching Monk buck like a psych patient on the wrong medication.
"Yeah man...sorry..." he apologized, after Money gobbled down all his cum.
Kobe pulled Money off Monk's dick, then wrestled him face down onto the sofa [his dick still planted in his ass]. He maneuvered himself on top, then resumed fucking as Money spread his legs and arched his back, throwing his ass up for deep probing.
Having fully recovered from his first orgasm, Kobe started laying pipe into Money's ass like he knew he could, thrusting his hips into the boss man's upturned ass as he pulled a disappearing trick with his dick. Money groaned peacefully underneath his servant as Kobe took total control and fucked Money at the pace he deemed comfortable. He hammered into his ass with deep methodic strokes, in no real rush to cum again as he fucked the boss's ass for all it was worth.
Money's cell phone started to ring in his pants pocket. Kobe knew from the ringtone that it was Dedra [his wife], most likely wondering WHERE he was and what time he'd be coming back home? Kobe had no intentions of letting Money answer that call, as he laid down against the boss's back and stuck his tongue into his ear to distract him from hearing the ring and snapping out of his high. After a few rings it went to voicemail. Money would just have to explain how he missed the call some other time, as Kobe instructed Monk to shut the phone OFF.
"That BITCH gets his dick every night..., THIS time his ass is MINE!" declared Kobe, fucking nonstop as Monk reached into Money's pocket and powered down his phone.
Money wasn't necessarily aware of the events unfolding around him, as most of his concentration was focused on just feeling good as he surrendered his body to his wingman. Kobe fucked into Money's ass for a few more minutes, enjoying the leisure fuck as he buried his dick and pounded his pelvis against Money's butt bubble. After a while he pulled out [leaving the hole hungry], and shoved his fingers inside, testing the walls and elasticity. Coating his fingers with the 2 loads already packing Money's ass, he yanked the digits free and shoved them into Money's mouth for cleaning. Money [having tasted the cum on his taste-buds] sucked the finger clean, as he ground his own erection against the sofa cushions.
"You want some MORE of that ass before I wreck it completely...?" he asked, offering it up to his friend Monk.
"Hell yeah!" answered the drug dealer, climbing on top of Money as he aimed his dick down between the butt cheeks and pushed back in. "DAMN this ass's good..." he moaned, grounding against the buttock before fucking.
"THIS time..., try not to cum in 5 minutes...!" teased Kobe.
Feeling a need to redeem himself, Monk began pounding Money's ass, laying root to the track as he bounced his pelvic bone off the spongy cheeks. Money seemed to like the dicking as he groaned and grunted softly underneath, making Monk feel proud. In all his years as a drug dealer for drug lords and kings [and queens in Peaches case], he'd never had the opportunity to actually FUCK one, until now. Wanting to look Money in the eye while he fucked, Monk ripped his dick from the drug lord's hole and rolled him over onto his back.
In this new position [missionary], Money stared up into Monk's face [making him nervous]. At first Monk felt self-conscious about having Money watch him fuck him, but then he noticed the glazed far-off look in his pupils which indicated he wasn't staring AT HIM in particular per say, just looking in his general direction. How many crack hoes had he fucked at the drug house that had that same faraway look when they were high and getting fucked? Money probably didn't even notice the change of partners; he probably still thought it was Kobe on top of him!
Feeling a little more secure, Monk shoved his dick back up Money's ass and started fucking [forgetting that he was their boss and could probably make them disappear within hours]. Money groaned when Monk's dick penetrated him again, and reached down to continue stroking his erection. Monk hoisted Money's legs up onto his broad shoulders as he started thrusting in and out of him, picking up speed as he fucked, becoming more and more assertive with fucking the boss.
Kobe slowly stroked his dick and watched Monk fuck Money for a while, enjoying seeing the Boss get plowed by someone new. After 10 minutes of watching Monk pound Money in missionary, he struck on an idea. Maneuvering the two men to the end of the sofa, he pulled Money's head off the edge of the cushion and fitted his mouth with his dick. Money easily accepted the long hard shaft as he sucked it upside down [the balls waving before his eyes]. He was being fucked at both ends simultaneously [a feeling he hadn't experienced before], and his dick jumped in his stroking hard with a life of its own.
Facing each other, Kobe and Monk could actually watch each other's dicks sliding in and out of Money's orifices, their dicks digging deep through either end as they fucked, smiling at each other as if they'd just pulled off the biggest COO in American History.
Kobe fucked in and out of Money's open throat as he leaned into his homboy Monk, alternating watching his own dick sink into Money's throat [Money's neck ballooning as his prick passed through into his esophagus], and watching Monk's 8.5" dick fuck in and out of Money's spread ass. Monk leaned in over Money's prone body, thrusting through his hot ass with deep deliberate strokes while watching his buddy's dick fuck Money's throat.
Sometimes the two friends would synchronize their thrusts to match, both sinking into Money's body at the same time [fucking in unison], then other times [as they started to get caught up in their own individual lusts] they would fall out of sync and fuck sporadically, one thrusting in while the other pulled back. In any event Money took their dicks like a duck to water, swallowing Kobe's with every thrust and accepting Monk's deep probes.
Monk was the first one to cum. The combination of fucking someone as powerful as DeWayne [DMoney] Wright AND watching Kobe fuck his mouth and throat while his own dick sank repeated through the boss man's warm flesh was just too much excitement to hold as he thrust all the way up into Money's gut and unloaded. "Oh shit..." he gasped as his dick swelled, then started throbbing like a sore thumb. "...I'm comin' again...!" he announced, knowing Kobe might get mad that he kept ruining their fuck sessions by nutting too quickly.
He shoved all the way in [burying his fat rod balls deep] and came, shooting a geyser of thick creamy thug nut deep into Money's anal cavity.
Kobe watched his hommie cum as he shoot off inside Money's ass, giving him all the precious ball juice his body could muster. At the same time Kobe started face fucking Money's throat with a vengeance, ramming straight down his esophagus with every stroke, causing thick clots of spittle to drool from the corners of Money's stretched lips. Money stroked his own dick frantically, his mouth and throat so relaxed and open from the drugs, that Kobe could easily fuck straight through him without fear of gagging him or having his dick bitten in two.
Kobe plunged his dick in and out of Money's warm fleshy throat until he felt himself ready to cum. Fucking harder, he shot his first wad of hot cum directly down Money's throat, giving his stomach something to feed on. But then [as a last thought] he yanked his still spewing dick free from Money's slick mouth, then jacked off all over the boss man's face, shooting thick wads of ball cream all over Money's upside down face.
Money could vaguely taste the cum in his mouth as he swallowed, but he could definitely feel the warm cum load being shot across his mug. Opening his mouth, he extended his tongue to try to capture some of the thick nut while he jacked his own dick to orgasm. The cum shot out of Money's dick so hard, that it reached up to his neck, painting it creamy white with 3 heavy spurts before landing the rest on his heaving chest and stomach.
The 3 men lay panting and exhausted from a heavy [or multiple] orgasms. Monk and Kobe exchanged looks, as if sharing the same thoughts and ideas, witnessing the death of DMoney the monarch, and the birth of Kobe Brown: the NEW reigning King of the Underground Syndicate!
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