Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 16:20:17 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-24

REVELATION
 
"AHHH...! AHHH...!! AAAAHHHHH...!!!" choked Captain David McConnell,
cumming in his lover's ass as they made love in the morning. He leaned
forward, resting his head beside Malik's head on his shoulder as he tried
to regain his breath. Malik's legs were spread around the Capt's body in
missionary position, inviting him to lay there as he emptied his essence
into his rectum.
 After a minute to recuperate, McConnell started kissing Malik, whom
seemed a tad distant during sex. Finally he pulled his spent cock from
Malik's asshole, and rolled over onto his back beside him in their bed.
"You want to talk abou..." he started to say, as Malik quickly jumped up
out of bed and headed for the bathroom to shower. McConnell flopped his
head back in the pillow, wondering what was wrong.
 
 He got up from the bed, and started to make it up, knowing they wouldn't
be using it again until they both got home from work tonight. McConnell
could hear the shower running as he made his way down the hall into the
kitchen to start the coffee blender, then made his way into the bathroom
to shave. He decided to help the city save some of it's resources by
jumping into the shower with Malik. He pulled back the shower door, and
started to step in when Malik suddenly decided to step out, only half
clean.
 
"Where you going?" asked McConnell, blocking Malik's exit. "I thought I'd
join you."
 
"Shower's all yours, I'm done." said Malik, ready to leave.
 
"You just got here, Malik. You haven't even soaped up yet." observed
McConnell. "What's up?"
 
"What do you mean, what's up? Let me out!" ordered Malik.
 
"No. Not until you tell me what the problem is."
 
"What problem?" asked Malik, claiming ignorance.
 
"You've been acting distant to me for days." complained McConnell.
 
"How am I distant? Didn't we just make love?" asked Malik, defensively.
 
"No..., you just let me fuck you!" snapped McConnell, causing Malik's
eyes to water.
 
"Let me out!" he demanded, trying to push pass the Capt.
 
"Not until you talk to me!" insisted McConnell, fighting to try to keep
Malik in the shower. They struggled against each other, with McConnell
losing his grip and being flung into the shower glass. It shattered as
his back slammed into the pane. McConnell slipped on the slippery
porcelain, and fell down into the tub. Malik rushed to his aid, as the
hot water rained down on the 2 of them.
 
"I'm sorry, David! I didn't mean that!" swore Malik, feeling guilty for
the accident. McConnell was shaken, but okay as Malik helped him to his
feet and out of the tub. McConnell sat on the toilet seat lid while Malik
checked his back for cuts and abrasions.
 
"Talk to me, Mal..., what's happening here?" asked McConnell, continuing
where he left off.
 

CENTER CITY
 Mayor Edwards walks the halls of City Hall, being greeted by his
constituents as he makes his way towards his office for a morning
debriefing with several members of his council. He takes the necessary
notes and messages from his trusted secretary Elma, then heads into his
office.
 
"Oh, mr Edwards...., mr Dunn and mr Howard's are waiting for you in your
office with a few of their, uh..., colleagues." she says some what
flustered, as she returns to her work.
 
"Oh uh..., thank you Elma." says the Mayor, as he slowly (cautiously)
opens his door.
 Inside, he finds his assistant Brian Dunn, and councilmen Harvey Howard
getting their mouths and asses royally fucked by a group of 4 big
intimidating black men (obviously friends of Tempest Williams').
 
"Come on in, Mayor..., we've been expecting you!" said D'angelo, one of
Tempest's new right hand guards. Mayor Edwards quickly closed the door,
before anyone (particularly secretary ElmaMae Parks) could see what was
going on. "That's right Ed..., I've even saved a spot here for you!"
smiled the drug dealer, pulling his dick from councilmen Howard's ass. He
took a seat in the Mayor's chair behind his giant oak desk, and waited
for the city leader to come suck his dick.
 
"What's the meaning of this?" asked Edwards, angrily. He threw his
briefcase aside, and ordered D'angelo and his men to "get out" of his
office!
 
"Careful Ed..., you don't want me to start thinking you don't like us, do
you?" asked D'angelo, -a 19 y/o, 5 foot 9, puerto-rican with a tan
complexion, a thin mustache, and 5 o'clock shadow.
 
"Look, I don't know who you..., -gentlemen are..., but my deal is with
Tempest, and that doesn't include any of his men breaking into my officer
and forcing sex acts on my staff!" enforced Edwards.
 
"You do whatever the fuck we tell you to, old man!" ordered D'angelo,
raising his voice. "Tempest has his eyes on you, mr Mayor! And believe
me..., THIS is part of yall deal, rather you like it or not! So I suggest
you get with the program, else I have to open that officer door and show
everybody outside what's going on in here!"
 Mayor Edwards looked around his official officer. Councilmen Howard was
on his hands, his recently vacated ass still facing open air as his
upturned face was fucked hard and deep by one of the dealers. Brian Dunn
was sucking another dealer off while he sat in one of the Mayor's
visitor's seats, while yet another drug dealer stood behind him, butt
fucking him with hard steady strokes. Dunn seemed to be the most at ease
with his ordeal, taking the 2 dicks as if he were in his stride. While
poor Harvey Howard looked as if he were choking on the fat cock being
stuffed down his throat with deep thrusts.
 Mayor Edwards looked over at the young rican sitting behind his desk.
There was no doubt in his mind that he would do what he claimed he would.
It was hard for Edwards not to believe after the anal fucking he received
from Tempest and his drug buddies back at Tempest's new undisclosed
hide-out (in chap-21 & 22). The last thing Edwards needed was publicity
of him being in the pocket (and on the end of the dick) of a known drug
dealer. He decided to do as they said, until he could find away out of
this mess he created. Somehow, there had to be away to get rid of Tempest
Williams and that video he made of Edwards getting butt fucked.
 
 Slowly Edwards made his way around the edge of the desk, and fell to his
knees before D'angelo. The rican smiled, knowing he was about to get head
from the city's head! He held his dick upright, waiting for Edwards to
make contact and take him inside his mouth. But just as Edwards went to
lean forward, he noticed a spot of shit on the tip of D'angelo's dick,
and repelled.
 
"Suck it, mother-fucker!" ordered D'angelo.
 
"You'll need to wash it first!" said the Mayor, refusing service.
D'angelo back handed the Mayor straight across the side of his face.
Edwards looked shocked by the slap, but said nothing in his defense as
D'angelo grabbed the Mayor soft curly hair, and pulled it towards his
dick.
 
"Suck it, bitch! I ain't warning you again!" he snarled, pulling a gun
from nowhere.
 Edwards' eyes saw the black hand gun pointed down at him, and quickly
took the mad rican's gamy dick into his mouth. D'angelo leaned back in
the leather seat comfortably, watching the Mayor suck him off contentedly
as the other men resumed fucking the extras.
 
 Edwards was a man of class and standards. A decorated solder in the
United States Armed Forces, he wasn't an easy man to intimidate. He
fought in a war, stood for his fallen comrades, and ran for political
office when he saw no justice for the neighborhood inwhich he lived.
Somewhere along the lines of decency, he lost sight of his original goal,
and became a corrupt politician along with all the rest of them. Now he
was being punished for his dream deferred. A punishment that could very
well cost him his job, his military career, and his reputation as Mayor.
 He took D'angelo's dick into his mouth, tasting the remnants of
councilmen Howard's asshole all along the shaft, and sucked just as
Tempest Williams taught him, -whole heartily.
 
"Yeeh Mayor..., suck that dick hommie!" cooed D'angelo, enjoying himself
as he watched the Mayor feast, and his home-boys fuck.
 His boy (Shank) had councilmen Howard by the head, easily fucking into
his pudgy face as he slammed his wet ball sack against the man's stubbled
chin time and time again. Howard had drool dribbling down from his chin,
as he swallowed the fat dick over and over, taking the fat leaky head
deep into his gullet as Shank fucked him hard and deep.
 K'wan was holding Dunn by the hips, butt fucking the young assist firmly
as he drove his dick through his anal ring at a fast pace. His associate
Dorell was laid back in the visitor's seat, watching Dunn swallow up his
inches like they didn't even matter.
 
"Yo man..., this kat's off the chain, man! He's got some good skillz,
son!" praised Dorell, watching his dick get ate up.
 
"Ass's good too, man! Like fucking some whore's hole! Nice and wet!"
exclaimed K'wan, feeling his balls tighten. "Bout to blow my shit in the
hoe's ass!" he suddenly announced, fucking ever harder.
 
"Do it man, fill this bitch up -Yo!" encouraged Dorell.
 Dunn threw his ass back on K'wan's dick, knowing the man was close to
busting in his manhole. Dunn loved nothing more than being on the end of
some drug dealer's big dick, it was truly his only connection to his own
race of people. That was his sole reason for agreeing to be Tempest's
mediator, to experience more dicking from the drug lord and his mob of
men -to hell with the lure of money, greed, and power. SEX is what drove
Dunn and kept him loyal.
 
"uuhhhh, yeeehhhhhhh!!" groaned K'wan, cumming up the young assistant's
ass with a heavy dosage of human sponge. Dunn felt the deluge fill his
guts, and sucked ever harder on Dorell's meaty pole.
 
"Yeeh man, got yur nutt!" smiled Dorell, watching K'wan's expressions as
he dumped a ton of cum in Dunn's ass. "I'm about to do the same to his
throat!" he announced, grabbing Dunn by the back of the head as he shoved
his head all the way down on his exploding dick. Dunn felt the cum erupt
down his throat, feeling the flood of hot juices spray down into his
stomach in gushes.
 
 Shank saw his 2 boiz cum, and fucked councilmen Howard's mouth even
harder. Howard gagged and gurgled on foamy saliva which bobbled out
around the corners of his drooling lips. He felt Shank's long hard dick
thicken between his lips, then felt the pulse as hot cum poured into his
suckling mouth. "Yeah bitch, SWALLOW that fuckin load, nikka! Eat it! Eat
it all, bitch!" yelled Shank, holding Howard by the ears and he long
dicked his mouth and throat, leaving long coats of creamy cum down his
gullet to feast on as his orgasm erupted in a long tremble of spilled
semen.
 
"Looks like all my boiz got their shit off with yur men, Eddy! You only
one left to taste some nutt this morning!" said D'angelo, watching the
Mayor do as best he could. He watched his brown lips slink up and down
his tan dick, the black and grew mustache tickling his shaft on every
down stroke. Soon, he was feeding Mayor Edwards a huge load, making the
married man of 3 kids swallow all of his hot offerings in a single bound.
 Secretary Elma had heard some muffled yelling coming from inside the
sound proof office, but couldn't quite make out what it was about. She
contemplated calling security, having seen the strange looking "shady"
men that accompanied councilmen Howard and assist Dunn into the office.
She decided against it when she heard the door suddenly open, and out
walked the 4 strangers, dressed in designer sweat suits and fly gear that
all the "hood boiz" wear.
 
"Make sure you jump on that proposal as soon as possible, Mayor!" shouted
D'angelo, from the door. He closed it behind him, as his 3 mates walked
on ahead. He smirked down at secretary Elma, then blew her a kiss as he
strolled along beside his boiz. Elma felt a chill run up her middle aged
spine.
 Inside, Mayor Edwards was swallowing the last of D'angelo's remnants,
while Howard and Dunn got dressed.
 
"Gentlemen, we HAVE to find a way to end this game with Tempest Williams!
If word gets out that he has me where he wants me, it could mean
JAIL-time for the 3 of us!"
 
"What are we supposed to do?" asked Howard. "Tempest is a killer! We dare
not double cross him! He knows where we live, and how to hit us hard!
Must I remind you what happened to officers Whitmen and Thompson?"
(Whitmen's wife was kidnapped, raped, and video taped by a group of
Tempest's men in chap-8 / and Thompson was the officer killed by a
Gorilla in chap-3).
 
"We can't just stand aside and watch the entire city go to hell in a hand
cart, either!" countered Edwards, clearing the taste of sperm from his
throat.
 
"We'd best do what Tempest wants, mr Mayor..." informed special assistant
Dunn. "...he's informed me to tell him of any talk of breaking the verbal
deal you made with him! And trust me Mayor Edwards..., I WILL DO EXACTLY
WHAT HE ASKS!"
 
"You..., lousy trader!" yelled Edwards, feeling defeated and betrayed all
over.
 

PRECINCT-23
 Today was a mad-house! Criminals of Tempest Williams were being
arraigned, and set free on technicalities (left and right). Bad men the
police fought hard to arrest were walking away from the court-house in
groves, set free by orders from the Mayor's office for " a lack of
evidence". Captain McConnell was fuming mad in his office, cursing up a
storm as he thought of all the officer's lives that were wasted in this
bust.
 
"This is incredible! I don't believe this!" screamed McConnell, all eyes
on him as he raved behind closed doors with his Precinct's legal
representative in his presence. "How can they do this? How can they set
free everyone we worked so hard to arrested? What the fuck's going on
here??"
 
"It seems they have a legal precedence, seeing that no one ever signed
off on any warrants!"
 
"How is that possible? There was no need for warrants when an explosion
was the cause for our arrival, NOT a drug bust!" explained McConnell. "We
got there in answer to an explosion, and was fired upon by Tempest's men!
Where was there time..., or yet even a NEED for warrants?" asked
McConnell, loosening his tie. "Something's not right here! The Mayor's
been on our asses for months about busting Williams' drug ring..., and
now all of a sudden he's letting all of his men free on some drummed up
technicalities? Something's wrong!"
 
"What do you suppose it is?" asks the legal rep, noting McConnell's
suspicions.
 
"Wish I knew!" said McConnell, thinking. Perhaps someone got to the
Mayor, bought him off, black mailed, or threatened him into cooperating,
-wonders McConnell. Lord knows it's happened to several members of his
Precinct! Which suddenly makes McConnell wonder about Malik, and what's
been going on with him lately? Was he trying to hide something, or is he
still reeling emotions over Louis' death?
 

THE COURT HOUSE
 His name is Bruce Gardner, former police officer with 20 years of
service. Now indicted for crimes unbecoming of an officer. He is joined
by fellow accused officers; Alan Cooper, Joseph "Jo" Justine, and officer
Blake. Each are called to face the judge along with their attorneys. Each
enters a plea, and is granted a date to appear in court to face charges
against the city. When Gardner's name is called, a jeer of boo's are
heard throughout the courtroom. Gardner (nick named; -the Terminator),
pays no attention to the abundance of spectators calling out against him.
He merely takes it with a grain of salt, as he calls out "not guilty!" to
the judge's question. A date is set for trial, as Gardner is escorted
back to his holding cell.
 
 In the crowd, he notices a lone white boy standing in the mist of angry
black faces. On second look, he realizes it's his son, -17 y/o
Christopher Gardner. There is no words exchanged as Bruce Gardner is
quickly escorted out of the room with a shocked look on his usually smug
face.
 Christopher's heart is beating fast. He's waited a long time to see his
dad again, to be seen by him. He leaves the spectator's booth, heading
down the hall to clear his head. Heading towards the mens room, where he
is sure to find some way to calm his nerves.
 
 He enters the room, and quickly runs towards the sinks where he splashes
cold water on his face. "Are you okay?" asks a man who just finished
pissing in one of the nearby urinals. Christopher stands up and looks
over at the well dressed man and wonders if he's a lawyer. "Are you
alright, kid? Do you need some assistance?" Christopher's eyes fall to
the man's crotch.
 
"Would you like your cock sucked, sir?" he asks softly and politely. The
man is taken aback by the blunt question.
 
"Is..., is this a joke?" he asks, looking offended and stunned.
 
"I really need to suck some cock, sir." said Christopher, heading into
one of the stalls where he locks the door and mans himself a seat at a
glory hole.
 The man turns to the mirror, adjusts his tie, then fondles the growing
hardon in his pants. He doesn't think twice as he turns and heads for the
adjacent stall connecting the glory hole. He quickly unzips, then shoves
his cock through the hole and into the teen boy's awaiting mouth.
 

THE LOCAL BAR
 It's Jake Valentine's day off. Staying in his lonely apt, with no date,
no girlfriend, and no Peaches to warm up with, -sends him to the local
hangout where cops gather after their shifts for a night out.
 
 Jake comes in out of the rain, walks up to the bar, and orders a Corona.
While waiting, he spots 2 young "receptionist types" eyeballing him, and
blushes. The 2 girls smile, and whispers amongst themselves as the
bartender hands Jake his brew. Jake takes a swing for confidence, then
wanders over to the 2 women.
 
"Hi. I'm Jake. Jake Valentine. Can I, uh..., buy you ladies a drink?" he
asks, in his most polite, most sincere voice. The women giggle, then
answer...
 
"Yes. I'm Jill. And this is my girlfriend Janice. I'm drinking a
Tequila." said the closest girl. Jake ordered the drinks, and began to
flirt with the 2 gorgeous girls, when he was suddenly slapped hard on the
ass in his tight jeans.
 
"So officer Jake...! Trying your hand at pussy now, all of a sudden?"
 Jake spun around, only to find an inebriated Maleece Cortez standing
behind him, holding a pool stick. The 2 girls looked confused. Maleece
put his arms around both of the females, leaning into them with his
breath stinking of beer. "You 2 bitches thinks officer Jake's hot?" he
laughed, getting odd stares from the 2 girls. "Did he tell you how much
he loves taking it up the ass?"
 
"Maleece..., you're drunk! Again!" said Jake, embarrassed.
 
"That's right..., but I'm still all the man these 2 phillies'll ever
need!" bragged Cortez, spilling all over the girls. They both got up from
their seats, and moved to the other side of the bar. "Hey! Where you
going? I'm the one you want!" called Cortez, causing a scene.
 Jake turned to walk away, but Cortez ran up on him and threw his arm
around his neck. "Fuck them whores..., what we need them for, when we
have your sweet ass around?" he asked, holding onto Jake to keep standing
up straight.
 
"Who's "we"?" asked Jake, curiously.
 
"Why..., our co-workers, of course!" said Cortez, pointing over at off
duty officers Reynolds, and Lewis, standing over by the pool tables. Both
with gigantic smirks on their faces. "Look who I found over by the bar,
trying to pick up some pussy!" laughed Cortez, shoving Jake ahead of him.
"Like some chick would ever allow a pussy-boy like YOU up in her!"
 
"You need to sleep it off, Maleece." said Jake, having had enough.
 
"Really? And what do YOU need, officer Jake? " asked Cortez. "What did
YOU come out here for on this rainy night? Looking for some pussy?" asked
Cortez, running his hand seductively down the front of his pants. Jake's
eyes followed, zeroing in on the growing lump hidden under the drunken
cop's zipper. "Or did you come looking for something else?"
 Jake broke his hypnotic stare, looking around the pool area to see who
else was looking. Officers Lewis and Reynolds were glued to the site,
smiling broadly as they drank their beers. "We all know what you're
really down for, Valentine. "We're ALL had a piece of you!" spoke Cortez,
sounding less and less drunk as he spoke. "We know what happened to you
in that alley way..., what those druggies did to you when they dragged
you into that basement." Jake looked around nervously, before focusing
his full attention on Cortez. "Who do you think dragged you in that
basement?" he smiled, squeezing the lump in his pants.
 
 Jake thought back to that night, chasing unknown drug dealers through
the brush of back yard allies. He remembered following after Cortez, but
losing him when he was attacked (ambushed?) by the perps! How many were
there? Four? Five?
 Jake looked at Cortez, as he stood there before him smiling, feeling
himself up in front of the other officers. Officers Lewis and Reynolds.
They were there that night. They saw him getting fucked by the thugs?
They saw, and did nothing to stop it? How many officers were there? Four?
Five? Cortez, Reynolds, Lewis, Duncan, and Peterson! Four or five
officers! Four or five thugs! The officers knew what happened, because
they were there! They were the thugs! Jake's eyes widened when he
realized what Cortez meant. They all has a piece of him because he was
fucked by his fellow officers!
 
"You fucking bastards!" said Jake in a low voice, feeling completely used
and betrayed in a whole new way.
 The officers laughed at his realization.
 
"You should be used to it by now, boy!" said Reynolds, a big muscular
officer with muscled arms and a thick bull's neck.
 
"Yeah Jake, why you acting like you're not the same whore cop that fucked
your other partners; -Gardner, Cooper, Whitmen, Blake, and Justine?"
asked Cortez, walking up close to Jake, confronting him face to face.
"The same whore cop that took advantage of me, and made me fuck you in my
own apt when I was too drunk to know any better?" asked Cortez, narrowing
his eyes. "The same whore cop that took on 5 thugs in a basement, and
didn't even bother to fight them off! What about that Jake? Still trying
to tell us that you're not gay? That you don't like a stiff thick dick in
your ass?" Jake tried to look away, but Cortez's presence demanded his
attention. "Tell you what..., there's a men's room over there at the end
of the bar. The last stall has a brand new glory hole cut in the side. If
you want to swing on some of this dick, go in, and press your punk pussy
up against the hole. I think we can manage a few more loads for you
tonight! What do you say? Deal?" taunted Cortez, whom really expected to
hear Jake turn him down.
 
"You want to turn me into your whore, is that it Maleece? Is that what
you guys want, some cop ass whenever you want it?" asked Jake, calling
Cortez's bluff. "Okay, I'll admit it, -I'm GAY! Does that make you happy?
Your new partner is a faggot queer who takes it up the ass whenever he
can get it! I'm nothing but a fuck hole for any man who walks by! Okay?
Not good enough? You want more?" asked Jake, not noticing the shocked
expression on Cortez's face. "You want me to go one step further? You
want to whore me out to the bar? Okay! I'll do it! I'll be your fucking
pig lover! Come fuck me whenever you feel like it!" he shouted, storming
off into the mens room.
 
"Hot damn!" yelled Reynolds, setting down his pool stick as he started to
follow Jake inside.
 
"Wait..., where you going?" asked Cortez, blocking Reynolds' way.
 
"To go fuck some cop pussy!" said the officer, bluntly.
 
"You're not serious, are you?" asked Cortez, having a change of heart.
 
"Dead serious, bruh! I thought that's what we were doing all of this
for..., to get him to admit he likes dick so we can fuck him!" said
Reynolds.
 
"Leave him alone, man. You saw how he was..., he..., he looked on the
edge." said Cortez, suddenly feeling sorry for Jake.
 
"That's where we want him, on the edge of our dicks!" said Reynolds, not
letting it go.
 
"Look, he's off limits now!" ordered Cortez, much to his buddies shock.
"He's..., he's my partner! I don't want to see him fucked over!"
 
"You should've thought of that before you started this, Mal." said
Reynolds, with Lewis' backing. "It's out of your hands now, player."
 
"Out of my hands?" laughed Cortez, nervously. "It was MY idea!"
 
"And now that the trap's been sprung, you want to call off the hunt?"
asked Reynolds. "Too late, bruh..., the wolves'r on the trail and
circling for the kill!" he said, cupping his hard cock and balls. "Now
that lil' lamb is in there, waiting with his ass against the hole for
some hard cock to fuck into him..., you must be crazy if you think I'm
going to just walk away from some free pussy, -male or female!"
 
"We're supposed to be a unit!" called Cortez, as Reynolds pushes by him
and heads for the mens room.
 
"Its out of your hands, Mal. Let it go." said Lewis, lowering his pool
stick as he made his way into the mens room as well.
 Cortez punched the top of the poll table, feeling the impact sting his
knuckles as the door closed behind him.
 
 Jake was standing by the sinks when Reynolds and Lewis crowded in on
him. He knew what they wanted by the smoldering looks in their eyes.
Reynolds' motioned by grabbing his cock bulge. Jake swallowed hard, then
turned towards the stalls where he entered. Reynolds followed behind him,
closing the stall door.
 Jake remained with his back to the officer, as Reynolds moved in close
behind him and ground his hardon into Jake's ass. Jake felt officer's
Reynolds' hands inch around his torso as he held Jake close to his chest.
"I've been watching this ass shower up at work for months!" whispered
Reynolds, grinding harder as he spoke with heated breath. "You know
you've got a boss body, rookie. I'm glad you're willing to share it with
us!"
 
 Jake didn't answer as Reynolds reached for Jake's belt buckle. He
unfastened his pants, then slid them down to expose Jake's plump white
ass cheeks. Reynolds' lips were near Jake's neck as his fingers toyed
with Jake's tender hole. He pushed a curious finger inside, feeling it
clamp down around the tip. "You like this?" he asked, probing Jake's
hole.
 Just then, the mens room door swings open. Jake hears officer Lewis
arguing with Cortez. Cortez pulls open the stall door, then orders
Reynolds out by gun point.
 
"You don't know what you're doing, Mal!" said Reynolds, his hard cock
already hanging out of his pants as he backs out of the stall with his
hands up. "This pussy's not worth it, man!"
 
"Shut up!" yelled Cortez, looking in on Jake. Jake was looking back at
Cortez, his hands up as well with his pants down under his fat ass. "Pull
your pants up, and get out of there!" ordered Cortez, still pointing the
gun on his friends. Jake did as he was told, and exited the stall. "Find
another fag, fellas." said Cortez, backing out of the rest room.
 He grabbed Jake by the arm, and tucked his gun as they rushed out of the
bar's side door. Cortez's car was just down the block. He made Jake get
in. "NOW see what you've done!" he yelled angrily, as he started his
engine. Jake said nothing as they pulled off in the middle of traffic,
nearly causing an accident.
 
 They drove back to Cortez's apartment. Jake was lost and confused by the
officer's actions. He'd just found out that Cortez had orchestrated a
rape scene involving him and 4 other officers. Yet he felt guilty about
allowing Reynolds and Lewis to fuck him in the bar.
 Cortez walked around his apt, angrily throwing his keys across the room
and into the sofa. He ripped off his jacket and threw it on the floor as
he made his way over to the liquor cabinet. There he pulled down a bottle
of booze, and turned it up to his lips.
 
 Jake stood in the door way of the apt, unsure if he should stay or go.
Cortez never asked him if he wanted to come to his pat, he just drove
until he was home. He took a couple of swallows before he noticed Jake
was still standing in the door way. "Come in!" he ordered, walking over
to slam the door shut once Jake was inside. Then he handed Jake the booze
bottle. "Drink?"
 
"Why am I here, Mal?" asked Jake, curious. The 2 men stared into each
other's eyes for a moment, before Cortez broke the contest and walked
over to the old sofa with the bottle turned up to his lips. He flopped
down on the couch, resting the bottle beside him as he stared up at Jake
once again.
 
"You're free to go! No one's holding you hostage!" he said.
 Jake walked over to the sofa. Cortez took another swig as Jake sat down
beside him. Jake took the bottle from Cortez's hand, then turned it up to
his own lips. Cortez watched as Jake took a few swings, then sat the
bottle away from them on the table. Officer Cortez watched Jake's every
move, his facial expressions, his body language. He started to breath
hard when Jake touched his hand to his thigh. He didn't say anything when
Jake's hand moved up to his crotch, and started to grope Cortez's hardon.
He watched as Jake leaned in to kiss him, but pulled back before their
lips could touch. Jake realized that Cortez was limited with his actions.
So he abandoned kissing, and started to unfasten the man's pants.
 
 Cortez offered no resistance as Jake pulled his hardon out into the
open. He gasped when Jake lowered his head into his lip, taking his cock
into his mouth. "Ooo yeeahh..." moaned Cortez, throwing his head back
against the sofa as Jake's mouth enveloped him. This was what he wanted.
 
 Jake sucked up and down on Cortez's hardon, taking the cook into his
throat as he bobbed his head in his lap. Cortez was a rough tough street
cop, born and raised on the streets since he was a kid. Jake knew
admitting that he wanted sex from him wouldn't be easy for someone like
Cortez, someone's whose masculinity was centered around his manly image.
In order to have sex with Jake, Cortez would have to get drunk first, to
justify his lustful actions. He'd never admit that he was physically
attracted to another man, it HAD to be the liquor talking.
 
 Cortez reached down and started to squeeze Jake's ass through his pants.
Jake knew what Cortez wanted, even as he bobbed his head harder. When
Jake was sure Cortez was ready, he abandoned giving him head, and sat
upright on the couch. Cortez opened his eyes, looking over at Jake with
confusion. Jake stood up and stepped out of his pants and underwear, then
he straddled Cortez's thighs, feeling the hard head of his cock poking
between his ass cheeks.
 Cortez said nothing as he looked up into Jake's pretty face. Jake spit a
gob of saliva onto his fingers, then reached behind himself to massage it
into his asshole. Then he reached back and aimed Cortez's cock up to his
rosebud, and eased down on it.
 
"uhhh..." moaned Jake, feeling the head penetrate his ring.
 Cortez grabbed Jake's bare hips, helping him to ease down on it. Once
Jake bottomed out, Cortez thrust his hips up into the ass to ground his
dick around inside. Jake started to move slowly, tightening and flexing
his talented fuck hole on his partner's dick. Cortez never took his eyes
off Jake as he moved up and down on his pipe. His hands squeezed Jake's
hips, showing his growing intensity as he started to thrust up into the
ass.
 Jake was started to breath hard. His face was just inches away from
Cortez's, they could feel each other's breaths on their faces as they
fucked in unison. Cortez allowed his hands to curiously roam up and down
Jake's back and buttock, pulling and groping as he massaged his fingers
into the smooth skin.
 
 Acting on impulse, Jake leaned forward and kissed Cortez. This time the
hispanic officer didn't resist, he allowed Jake's lips to touch his as
they locked lips together. Jake licked the officer's mouth as he suckled
his lips. Cortez parted his lips and extended his tongue into Jake's
mouth. Jake sucked on Cortez's oral muscle as he bounced up and down on
his hard dick, getting more and more turned on. Cortez started to get
more aggressive, taking over the kiss as his passion built. He grabbed
Jake by the sides of his head, drilling his tongue into the white
officer's mouth. Jake groaned and grunted as Cortez's passions
overwhelmed him. Cortez gripped him by his shoulders from underneath his
open shirt, forcibly pulling Jake down on his humping cock as he thrust
up into him. Jake's own cock was rubbing back and forth on Cortez's
shirt, causing his orgasm to come quickly as Cortez used his feet to
thrust up into Jake's hole. Jake was caught in the officer's grasp as his
cock plunged his backside while his tongue drilled his mouth. Jake came,
moaning into Cortez's mouth as the cum shot from his dick and splattered
all over Cortez's shirt.
 
"Oooohh, ooohhh, UUUhhhhhhhhhh...!!" groaned Cortez, cumming inside
Jake's ass in a series of hard spurts while he and Jake continued to
french kiss. Cortez released his hold on Jake after climax, allowing his
hands to fall to his sides. Jake parted their kiss, feeling Cortez's cock
shrink in his asshole.
 
"Sorry about the mess..." he said, leaning back in Cortez's lap. Maleece
looked down to see a huge puddle of Jake's cum on his shirt. He looked up
at Jake and laughed.
 
"Don't worry about it." he said, as Jake climbed down off his lap. Jake
reached for his pants as Cortez stood up and removed the shirt over head
without letting any of the cum to spill onto him. Jake looked up at his
lean muscular body, and tried to keep control of his cock. He watched
Cortez reach for the booze bottle. But instead of guzzling it down, he
replaced the cap and returned it to the cabinet. "Do you have to rush
off?" he asked, closing the cabinet door.
 
"Huh?" asked Jake.
 
"Do you have to rush back home?" repeated Cortez, returning into the
room. "Or do you want to stay the night?"
 Jake smiled at the invitation.
 
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