Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2006 19:46:56 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-21

Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-21
STRANGE BED FELLOWS

 Alfred Hitchcock's "the birds" play on television, while off duty police
officers Malik Jones and his lover Capt David McConnell sit back in bed
together eating chinese take-out. Malik had never saw the brilliantly
made classic movie before, and was enthralled through the whole story.
McConnell watched Malik looking at the TV like a kid watching his first
cartoon, and smiled to himself at his enthusiasm.

"This movie is great!" said Malik, watching the Birds attack the innocent
pedestrians as they scatter about in the streets. "For an OLD movie, the
special effects are pretty good!"

"Yes. Just goes to show that when you have a good story line and
interesting characters, you don't need a big budget effects movie to make
a hit." said McConnell, happy that Malik was enjoying his pick of movies
to watch; "Psycho", "Whatever Happy To Baby Jane?", and "Sunset
Boulevard".

"Is this what you used to do with your wife..., sit back in bed and watch
old movies?" asked Malik, finishing off his shrimp fried rice.

"Would have loved to..., but work and kids made it very hard to have a
lot of moments like this." said McConnell, thoughtfully.

"You miss your kids?" asked Malik, hearing some regret in McConnell's
voice.

"My kids are all grown now." said the older officer with a sigh. "I have
a son named David Junior, he's 28. A daughter named Mia, she's 25. And I
have a younger son named Elliott, whose 20."

"Wow, I'm the same age as your daughter." said Malik, astonished.

"Is that a problem for you? The fact that I'm older with kids your age?"
asked McConnell.

"No." said Malik, unsure at the moment. "Does it bother you?" he asked,
turning the question around.

"I won't lie..., it's been a concern." admitted McConnell, much to
Malik's surprise.

"So why didn't you say anything?" asked Malik, suddenly nervous over
their relationship.

"It was just a concern..., it's not a problem. I didn't want to make it
into something it wasn't. Especially if YOU were alright with it."
answered McConnell.

"Does your family know about you? You know..., about your new
preference?" asked Malik, uncomfortably.

"No." chuckled McConnell, knowing his family would never understand or
accept his new change of lifestyle. Especially his son -David Jr, whom
looked up to him the most.

"So..., what were your concerns?" asked Malik, -fishing.

"Well..., that our age differences might be a factor..., that we might
not have enough things in common outside of sex...," he said openly
before pausing, "...what would my kids think if they found out..."

"What do you think they'll say if they did?" asked Malik, curiously.
 McConnell sighed.

"Well, I know my oldest son would be against it. He's military based, and
very closed minded to homosexuality, -like his mother. My daughter...,
that's a tough one. I think she would be upset, but would try to be
supportive so long as I was happy." thought McConnell, going through each
child's temperament. "And my youngest son..., he's in college, I'm not
sure what his thoughts would be. I think with him being younger, he might
be more open to the thought of his dad being bisexual, I suppose."

"How long have you been bisexual?" questioned Malik, wrapped up into
McConnell's life story.

"I guess I always have been." admitted McConnell. "I was born to a mixed
family. My dad was black, and my mother was white. We lived in a
predominately white neighborhood. They divorced when I was 6. I remember
missing around with my friends in junior high and high school. Then I
stopped when I joined the service, but I still found men attractive, I
just didn't act on it. Instead, I concentrated on women. Then I married
Christina, -my ex-wife and high school sweet-heart, and started having
children. Then when I got out of the service, I joined the Academy and
became a police officer. And the rest is history." said McConnell,
telling his entire 50 year life span in just a few sentences. "And what
about you? How long have you been bisexual?" he inquired, using
chop-sticks to shovel in a mouthful of noodles and lobster lo-mein.
 Malik looked perplexed by the question.

"Bisexual?" he asked, as if he never heard of the word.

"Yes. You..., you have..., dated women, -right?" asked McConnell,
suddenly unsure.

"Yes. Of course." chuckled Malik, nervously. "I mean..., I'm not dating
one right NOW!" he laughed.

"Okay, that's good to know..." smiled McConnell. "...but I meant, -how
long have you been sleeping with men?"

"I..., I don't sleep with men..." said Malik, sounding almost offended.
 McConnell's eyebrows went up.

"I don't understand..., what do you call what we've been doing?" he
asked.

"You're the only man I've ever slept with." answered Malik, suddenly
annoyed by the question. "The other times..., were rape!" he added,
getting up off the bed.
 McConnell's face softened when he heard that. Now he understood why
Malik was always so distant and withdrawn.

"Mal..., I'm sorry. I didn't know." he said, feeling bad for his lover as
he collected up all the take-out containers and trash they accumulated.

"How could you? I didn't tell anyone." said Malik, disappearing out the
bedroom with 2 handfuls of garbage. McConnell got out of bed and followed
him out into the kitchen.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, leaning against the doorway
while watching Malik dispose of the trash.

"To who?" asked Malik, sounding panic stricken.

"To me..., or to the Precinct's psychiatrist?" answered McConnell.

"So you think I'm crazy?" asked Malik, getting pissed off.

"I didn't say that!" said McConnell, stepping into the kitchen. "What
happened to you was traumatic for anyone, -especially a police officer!"
he added, trying to be as sympathetic as possible. "I can understand if
you needed someone to talk to about it. Rather me..., or a professional."
he touched Malik gently on the his bare shoulder. "I want to be here for
you, in anyway you need me to be. As your Captain, as you friend..., and
as your lover."
 Malik turned to McConnell thoughtfully, then reached up to kiss him
softly on the lips. McConnell bent down to kiss him back. This led to
some serious frenching, which led to Malik hoping up on the kitchen
counter. He kissed McConnell harder, getting more intimate with the
tongue while reaching down to fondle his manhood. McConnell's dick
started to stiffen in Malik's hand, which Malik then guided between his
ass cheeks and into his moist hole. McConnell sank in freely, feeling the
warm tightness of his lover's anus envelope him. For the next 5 minutes
they fucked on the counter, Malik wrapping his legs around the Captain's
waist while McConnell thrust in and out of him steadily. Then McConnell
picked Malik up, kissing him deeply as he walked him blindly back into
the bedroom and laid him down gently on the bed. Malik parted his legs
further, giving McConnell all the depth he needed. They made love
passionately for the next 30 minutes, until McConnell eventually exploded
deep in Malik's bowels again while Malik creamed all over hsi own chest
and stomach.



ON PATROL
 The car ride with officers Jake Valentine and his new partner Maleece
Cortez was rather quiet. The 2 men said very little as they keep their
eyes focused on the area they patrolled, and their ears to the police
radio. Jake felt uncomfortable sitting with a man whom just basically
admitted he didn't respect him for reporting the criminal mischief of his
fellow officers. It made Jake wonder what Cortez and the rest of the
officers in the dept had to hide? Jake had been new to the police force,
and brand new to the Precinct when he was coupled with Gardner and his
merry band of thieves. He didn't know Cortez and the other officers very
well. Indeed he felt like an outsider, the white sheep in a family of
black counterparts. They avoided eye contact as he probed the streets for
any distractions that would keep him from talking to his partner.
 Cortez was obviously doing the same, for as soon as a call came over the
radio, he was all over it! "Officers Cortez and Valentine responding!" he
called to the dispatcher as he flipped the lights and sirens and put the
car into high gear.

 The scene was a multi car accident. Another team of officers were
already there when Cortez and Valentine arrived. They were escorting
injured victims from the crash sight, as a fire had erupted in one of the
cars, leaving the potential danger that an explosion was imminent.

"Anyone left?" asked Cortez, jumping from the cruiser.

"There's a woman in the burning car! I think she's unconscious!" yelled
an officer, already taking someone to a safe distance. Cortez ran over to
the burning car which had landed upsidedown on it's roof. He got down
onto his hands and knees, and looked in through the window. Sure enough,
there was a unconscious woman still strapped into her seat. Cortez
climbed into the car to rescue her. Jake ran up, nervous about the
pending explosion as he tried to douse the flames with a fire
extinguisher from the trunk of the cruiser. The flames were hot, and he
could hear the bending metal as the heat caused the gas tank to buckle.

"It's gonna blow!" he yelled to his partner, tossing the empty
extinguisher aside.

"I..., almost..., got her...!" grunted Cortez, pulling at the seat belt
which held her in place. He tugged and tugged until he finally heard it
rip. The female landed on the car's ceiling with a "thump". Cortez pulled
her out the side window with Jake's aid, both of them taking her by an
arm as they ran her to safety. Before they could get 50 feet, the car
exploded, sending a ball of fire and metal into the air. Spectators
screamed and ran for cover as Jake, Cortez, and the female victim all
fell to the ground.

 Jake covered his head as a shower of car parts crashed to the area
around them. His ears rang as he tried to regain his composure. He looked
over to find his partner, and saw Cortez involved with giving the victim
CPR. Jake watched from the ground as Cortez breathed into the woman's
mouth, then used his hands to try to jump start her heart. After several
attempts, the woman came to, coughing and choking in air while Cortez
stood over her protectively.

"Are you alright, ma'am...?" he asked, patting her back as she came
around.

"M...my...my baby! Where's my baby?" screamed the woman, seeing her car
fully engulfed in flames. "He was in the back seat! Where is he??!!"
 Cortez looked over into the raging fire, feeling his stomach churn at
the thought of the baby strapped in it's car seat, burning alive!

 Later...., fire trucks and ambulances arrive to douse the fire and aid
the injured. The woman victim was loaded into an ambulance and taken to
an area hospital, distraught over her baby's demise. Jake watched as the
ambulance pulled off, it's sirens blaring as they rushed the woman away
for treatment. Jake decided to look for Cortez, whom had been sitting on
the curb since finding out he left a baby behind.
 Cortez didn't want to talk. Indeed he just wanted to stew in his own
misery and anger. Jake tried to remind him that he did save a life, but
it was of little consolation. All Cortez could think of was the little
life that didn't have a chance to grow.

 That night after their shift, Cortez drove to his favorite bar to get
himself drunk and forget what happened tonight. He kicked back drink
after drink, ignoring the bartender's warning about being too drunk to
drive. A woman flirted with Cortez at the bar. She was cute with blonde
hair, big tits, and Cortez suspected and even bigger pussy! He was just
about to drag the woman home with him to fuck what little brains she may
have had out of her head (rather she wanted to or not), when he was
interrupted by his new partner -Jake.

"What the fuck'r YOU doing here?" he sighed, having seen enough of Jake
for one day.

"I knew you were coming here to get drunk!" said Jake, having heard of
Cortez's intentions in the locker room at work. "I'm going to drive you
home!"

"Fuck off!" yelled Cortez, too high to know he was causing a scene. "I
want some pussy tonight!" he added, staggering over to where the woman
sat. She smiled, ready for his come-on so she could accept his offer and
go back to his place. "Wanna fuck?" he asked bluntly, accidentally
spitting in her face. "I saw you lookin at me, wanna come back to my
place and suck my dick, bitch?"
 Insulted, the woman turned her head away from him. This angered Cortez,
as he'd grown a hardon staring at her cleavage. "BITCH!" he snapped,
grabbing her shirt, causing her boobs to spill out into the open. The
woman screamed, trying to wrestle free. The bartender rushed over and
grabbed Cortez's arm to pry off the woman. Jake rushed over and grabbed
Cortez about the shoulders and pulled him back. He released the woman
(who shoved her tits back into her blouse), then shoved Jake off of him.
"Get offa me, you fuckin faggot!" he yelled, tilting sideways as he tried
to stand upright. He looked at Jake, then at the bartender and other
patrons whom sat around watching his next move, then at the woman who
started it all. "Fuck you, bitch! Who wants your stank pussy anyway??" he
spat, disrespectfully.

"Come on, Maleece..., let me drive you home." offered Jake, calmly.
Cortez looked at him strangely, then staggered forth.

"Well..., c'mon then!" he said, bumping his way out the door.
 The drive to Cortez's apt was an adventurous one. Cortez cursed,
complained, and threatened to throw up as he laid his head back in the
seat. Jake pulled the car over once or twice for false alarms. Once they
reached Cortez's apt, Jake helped him out of the car and up the steps.
Cortez took out his keys, and fumbled around with the locks until he
finally got the door open. He pushed it open and walked in, not bothering
to turn on the lights.

"Are you okay?" asked Jake, concerned.

"Fuck off!" yelled Cortez, not in the mood to hear Jake's voice.

"It's not your fault, what happened to the kid!" insisted Jake, trying to
make Cortez feel better. "No one knew the baby was back there! We had no
way of knowing how many occupants were in that car at the time!"

"I was right there! In the car with the mother! I should have checked the
back seat!" yelled Cortez.

"It was a dangerous situation! Every second counted! You did what you
could in the little amount of time you had to do it! You SAVED that
woman's life!" reminded Jake.

"I thought I told you to FUCK OFF!" screamed Cortez, not wanting to
listen to reason.

"You don't need to be alone right now!" insisted Jake.

"What I need is some pussy!" countered Cortez. "So unless you have a cunt
tucked between your legs, you need to get the fuck out and leave me
alone! You're ruining my high!" said Cortez, flopping on his couch. When
Jake refused to leave, Cortez took to physically trying to remove him
from the premises. He and Jake struggled, tripping over furniture and
rolling on the floor when the fell over. Jake tried to put Cortez in a
head lock to keep from hurting him, while Cortez ripped at Jake's
clothes. Jake didn't realize what was happening until he felt his pants
and underwear being torn from his buttock. Before he knew it, the ass of
his jeans were ripped open, exposing his entire behind as Cortez pushed
his knees up against his chest to show his hole.
 Once the ass was exposed, Cortez took to undoing his own pants. During
the transition it took him to unfasten his belt, Jake lay in silence,
paralyzed as he looked up and waited his fate.

 His eyes locked on Cortez's hands as the fumbled with the zipper and
fasten. Cortez opened his pants, revealing the hard banana shaped 7 and
1/2 inch hooded cock. Jake's asshole spasm at the thought of it plugging
his hole. He watched Cortez spit into his hand, then massage the saliva
onto his cock head. He pushed Jake's legs up, then pressed his cock head
up to the hole.
 Jake braced himself for entry. He gasped when he felt the cock pry open
his anus, then slowly sink inside. Cortez was drunk with lust. He didn't
care what the gender was on the end of his dick, so long as it was hot
and tight! He plunged his hips forward, driving the remaining part of his
dick into Jake's steamy depths.

 Jake felt Cortez press his weight down on the backs of his thighs,
flattening his knees up to his chest. Cortez was very aggressive as he
held down the police officer, and fucked him with drunken passion. Jake
could have fought back, but instead opted to give in as he was taken by
yet another officer. He stared up into Cortez's handsome rican face as he
pumped wildly in and out of him. Jake reached down into his tattered
pants and started masturbating, taking his hardon in hand. Cortez was
unaware of this move, as he kept his eyes closed during fucking. All his
senses were aware of, was the awesome feeling surrounding his cock as he
plunged in and pulled out. He pumped wildly, fucking blindly, mindlessly
into the ass beneath him.
 Cortez was a single man, a straight man with no real woman in his life.
He dated a lot, fucked a lot of girls, but made no promises. He often
admired his old partner Terrence Jackson, for his sense of love and
family. Jackson had a wife and 4 children. He loved his family, and spoke
of them often. He even tried to talk Cortez into finding ONE woman, and
settling down to raise a family. But Cortez never liked one pussy for too
long. He liked variety, no one woman could hold his interest long enough
for him to propose marriage.

 He plunged into Jake's ass with quick shallow thrusts, pumping in and
out fast as the hole gripped his cock like a band. The hole was tight
around his dick, sucking him gently as he pressed back and forth. Heavy
breathing, panting, and mild groaning followed as the 2 officers fucked
for pleasure. Jake pumped his cock wildly, enjoying the steady pumping
his ass was getting as Cortez fucked him full of cock.
 Jake came a geyser of cum all over himself, shooting a spray of sperm
like pellets from a machine gun. He squirmed on the carpeted floor as
Cortez continued to fuck into him with hard jabs straight through his
orgasm. He hammered the ass under him, feeling it tighten and spasm until
he released his own pent load deep inside it. He came with a loud grunt,
shoving his cock in bone deep as he shot an ocean of semen into the
receptive bottom beneath him.

 Jake felt the deluge of cum enter him, filling his gut with sloppy nut.
When he was finished cumming, he pulled out and flopped down on the sofa
next to them, -his pants still open as his limp dick continued to drain
onto his naked thigh. Within minutes, he was sleep. Jake got up off the
floor, his pants falling to the carpet in pieces around his ankles. Jake
watched Cortez sleep as his wiped the cum up off his stomach with his
t-shirt. He pulled the sneakers and pants off from Cortez's legs, then
put them up on the arm rest. He borrowed a pair of shorts from the
bedroom, then locked the door as he left. Hoping tomorrow wouldn't be too
awkward between them after he'd sobered up.



TEMPEST WILLIAMS
 A car slowly pulls to a stop in front of an abandon 3 story house at the
end of a steet. 4 figures get out. The first dude to emerge was a 35 year
old drug dealer nick named Pooh; (from "my woman's lover in the
bisexual/authoritarian section of Nifty) a big guy at 6 foot 5, 300 lbs
of solid fat. He was dark skin, with thick lips, no neck, bad looks,
plenty of bling, and an expensive sweat suit (the best money could buy).
His associates worked for him. One was a 40 year old thug nick named Guy;
a 6 foot 2, medium build brutha with a dark chocolate complexion and an
iron jaw look. His eyes were intense. A con with nearly 15 years under
his belt (for murder, drugs, assault, and a host of other offenses), he
had earned his place as Pooh's right hand man for doing dastardly deeds
most people only see in movies. The second thug was a young 21 year old
nick named D-Money; a 6 foot tall, lite brown skin man with thick black
cornrows, a thin mustache, and full lips. He was much younger than the
other 2 men, but no less dangerous when it came to street smarts and fast
shrewd thinking. And the third associate was a she/male better known by
trade as -Mercedes, a 5 foot 7, lite skin, petite, puerto-rican that once
worked for Tempest, but now did her prostituting for Pooh (her new
Mack-Daddy).

 They walked up the front steps of the abandoned building they were
scheduled to meet in. "Yo..., who here?" called Pooh, upon entering. Guy
and Money both pulled their weapons, incase of a set-up. They circled
their boss, holding their weapons out in front with their fingers on the
triggers as Mercedes pulled up the rear (looking nervous).

"Don't look like nobody's here." said Money, checking out the corners
with his shifty eyes.

 Pooh looked down at his diamond studded wrist watch.
"This the time the nikka said to meet his ass! Wussup with yur former
boifriend gurl, don't that mofo own a watch?" asked Pooh, looking back at
Mercedes, whom hunched her shoulders innocently.

"Guess wid all the news bout da police raiding his Empire, threw him a
little off schedule n'shit." said Guy, causing Pooh to chuckle.
 Just then, they heard the sound of foot steps start to echo through the
empty house. It started off faint, but grew as they neared. It sounded
like stilettos, a woman's shoe. It was coming from upstairs on the second
floor. All eyes (and guns) pointed upward, just as a female's form
appeared at the top of the stairs, then started to descend downward. The
men focused their eyes on her long luscious legs, her short mini-skirt,
her tiny waist, and her cleavage, -as she slowly descended the stairs
with style.

"Who the fuck'r you?" asked Pooh, just as the woman reaches the ground
step.

"That's Peaches, Tempest's paid WHORE!" said Mercedes, stepping up from
the back as though she had heart.

"And what you consider your damn self, bitch?" asked Money, putting
Mercedes back in her place.

"Hello, gentlemen. My name is Peaches. I'm here to show you the way to
see our host; -Tempest Williams."

"Show us the way?" asked Guy, walking over to the 6 foot tall female
impersonator. "Where is he? Why ain't he here? He's supposed to be meet'n
us! Why he send'n his bitch to do his dirty work? He scared ov us or
sumptin?" Guy asked, circling Peaches like a hawk as he checked out her
body from every angle.

"Tempest isn't scared of anyone, or anything!" stated Peaches, boldly
looking Guy in the eyes as he walked by her.

"And what about YOU? What you scared of?" asked Guy, getting up close as
he slowly rubbed his gun down the front of Peaches' blouse, between her
cleavage.

"Certainly not of that big gun of yours..." said Peaches, flirtatiously.
"...neither THIS one..." she added, pushing the hand gun aside. "...nor
the one in your pants!"

"How you kno? You ain't seen da one in my pants, yet!" smiled Guy, with a
wicked grin. "And what about you? You carrying any... guns, yurself?
Anything we should kno about?" asked Guy, pressing up against Peaches'
body.

"Nothing deadly." said Peaches, factually.

"Then you won't mind if I checked, would you babe?" asked Guy, motioning
Peaches to assume the position against the wall. Peaches looked at the
mean looking brutha, then walked over to the closest wall, spread her
long legs, and pressed her palms up against the crumbling sheet-rock.
 Guy put his gun back into his pocket, then walked up behind Peaches. He
pressed his hard crotch into her ass, and reached around her torso and
cupped her tits. He squeezed and fondled them as he slowly ground onto
his ass. Slowly his sank down to his knees behind her, running his hands
down her sides until he came to the bottom of her mini-skirt. Guy lifted
the back of the skirt, revealing Peaches' plush round brown ass. The
smooth cheeks were separated only by the red thong which ran down the
center of her crack. He cupped the cheeks, squeezing them firmly as he
licked his lips wantonly. "Nice ass..." he whispered huskily, leaning
forward to kiss them.

"Yo, enough of this shit! Where's Tempest at?" asked Pooh, ready to get
down to business.

"Leave your weapons here, and I'll take you to him." offered Peaches.

"Fuck that!" said Money, sensing a trap.

"Hold on..." said Pooh.

"What? You can't be serious, big man! You can't trust him...!"

"Drop yur guns." said Pooh, looking Peaches in the eye.

"But..."

"I said, DROP em!" insisted Pooh, sternly. Both Money and Guy dropped
their guns to the floor.

"Now..., follow me, gentlemen." concluded Peaches, turning as she
adjusted her skirt and switched towards the basement door. Guy looked
back at Pooh, rubbing his bulging crotch.

"Keep yur shit in yur pants until after the meeting." warned Pooh, as
they followed Peaches down into the basement of the 3 story apt building.
 They followed a small maze of rooms, until they came upon one that was
slightly furnished with a brand new living room set, entertainment center
with 40 inch TV, and a dinning area. It certainly looked out of place,
giving the look of the rest of the dilapidated building. There, is where
they found Tempest Williams, getting his dick sucked royally by the
Mayor's assistant, -Brian Dunn.

"Pooh..., I see you made it!" smiled Tempest, sitting back comfortably
while Dunn bobbed his head up and down on his full erection. "Sorry about
the shabby accommodations, but it's only temporary. I'm between places at
the moment."

"So I've heard..." said Pooh, walking into the room with Mercedes wrapped
under his arm. "...word is, yur in some deep shit right about now,
-financially! Can't even keep yur men, NOR yur bitches happy!" smiled
Pooh, followed by his men; D-Money and Guy. "And you know what happens
when a man can't keep his bitches happy, don't you Tempest my man? They
go looking for a daddy that CAN!"
 Tempest saw the way Pooh pulled Mercedes closer when he said that, the
gesture was not lost on him. Mercedes simply smiled, hugging Pooh's "big
daddy" form tighter as she looked at her former pimp.

"Well..., I'm not really concerned with the small fish in my pond -playa.
I'm more concerned with the big fishes, and coming to some kinda terms
with the street products, bargains, and territories." countered Tempest,
making Mercedes feel like a small fish.

"What terms, playa?" asked Pooh, releasing his hold on Mercedes. Her
whole reason for being there was to show Tempest that he was losing
ground. If he didn't give a fuck about losing her to another pimp, her
presence was of little use. "From what I hear..., you ain't got a leg to
stand on to even bargain with! So what we got to meet for?"
 Dunn never stopped sucking as the men discussed business. He continued
to bob his head, taking Tempest's impressive meat from tip to base with
each stroke. Guy and D-Money couldn't take their eyes off of it, as huge
lumps grew in the crotch of their trousers.

"Cuz even though my central center may've been raided..."

"Raided? Try BURNT to the ground!" snickered Pooh.

"...I still have over a half dozen other drug houses in north philly!
Which still makes me a formidable force on the streets!" continued
Tempest.

"Okay, so you not busted! But a major amount of yur supplies were cut
when that house blew up, man! I KNOW the volume of yur street junk went
down, drastically!" said Pooh, watching Tempest get his dick sucked. "Yur
customers can't get their shit if you ain't got the resources to keep up
with demand! Which means yur territory's open for take over..., playa!"

"A take over could lead to a lot of blood shed on the streets, big guy."
said Tempest, grabbing the back of Dunn's head as he started to face fuck
him thrust for thrust. "I'm certainly not gonna sit by and watch my
territories taken over without a fight! Unless..."

"Unless what?" asked Pooh, intrigued.

"Unless we can come to a deal." said Tempest, pumping his hips upward as
he sent his dick deep into Dunn's throat over and over.

"What kinda deal, man. I'm listenin." inquired Pooh.

"Like you said, my product's been cut short with this lil'..., set-back
I'm having." Pooh nodded in agreement. "What's say I get YOUR labs to
start producing Sextasy, and cut you in on some of the sales?"

"You mean like partners?" asked Pooh, skeptically.

"Like an investor, with 30 percent of the profits in your pocket." added
Tempest. Pooh looked around at his boiz. Guy smiled, sensing big money!

"Half would be better!" said Pooh, getting greedy.

"Nigga, you must be crazy! Tempest don't give half his shit to anybody!"
said Tempest, feeling his temper rise.

"You NEED us, mother fucker, -or else you wouldnt've come to us!"
reasoned Pooh. "Only stands to reason that we be partners!"

"I'm offering you more money than your fat ugly ass can count, and all
you can think of is wanting more!" said Tempest, pushing Dunn's head up
and down on his dick faster and harder. Wet gargling sounds could be
heard every time Tempest's cock punched down into the back of his throat.
"Either you take this deal..., or we meet each other again on the street,
in a pool of our own men's blood!"
 Money and Guy looked at each other as Pooh took his time making up his
mind. He waited and watched as Tempest hammered his sizable meat up into
Dunn's throat. The black business professional's lips slid up and down
the thick brown shaft as the big cock disappeared down into his gullet
repeatedly. Spit could be seen sliding down Tempest's throbbing shaft,
dripping off his bloated balls as he thrust up continuously into Dunn's
oval shaped mouth. After several dozen deep thrusts, Tempest finally
shoved Dunn's head down completely, making him take every inch of his
curved cock as he unloaded thick hot gobs of potent semen down into his
hungry throat.
 Pooh, Guy, D-Money, and Mercedes all looked on with raging hardons as
Tempest blew his nutt off into the man's mouth. There was no doubt in
anyone's mind that the ropey sperm was jetting deep down into the man's
raw stomach, forcing him to eat the hot goo straight from the pipe.

"You WILD Tempest..!" laughed Pooh, watching Dunn gulp down the hot cum.
"Okay..., you got a deal, man!"

"Good." smiled Tempest, pulling Dunn's head up from his lap.

"Yo, I know him...!" said Pooh, looking closely at Dunn's handsome
poindexter face. "I seen him on TV..., with the Mayor!"

"This's Brian Dunn, -the Mayor's assistant." introduced Tempest.

"Well I'll be damned!" laughed Pooh. "You've got the Mayor's right hand
man right in yur pocket! Suckin yur dick! And eatin yur cum!" laughed the
big man.

"That ain't all I got..." said Tempest, pushing Dunn aside as he grabbed
his trusted cane and stood up. He led Pooh and his men into the other
room, where he had the Mayor hanging naked in a leather sling from the
ceiling. "Meet..., Mayor Edwards!"

"Well, I'll be....!" sighed Pooh, disbelieving his own eyes. He walked
into the room, followed by his men. "How the HELL did you shag the
Mayor?" asked Pooh, walking around the tied man who was held in against
his will by leather straps.
 The Mayor was naked, his arms and legs strapped in, his bare hairy ass
exposed at the base of the sling.

"Let's just say, -we still under negotiations." smiled Tempest. "Consider
him a present, to seal the deal between us."

"And what we supposed to do with him?" asked Pooh, looking back at
Tempest.

"His ass has been busted in real good." said Tempest. "I busted it
myself. Feel free to sample it all you want, now that we homboiz n'all."

"Butt fuck the Mayor?" asked Money, looking Edwards in his scared eyes.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" said Pooh, unzipping his pants!

continued....
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