Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2006 18:12:54 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-27

SUSPECTS

PRECINCT-23

 Officers Jake Valentine and Malecee Cortez sits down with a police
sketch artist, to describe the kid they saw with officer Reynolds on the
night he was killed in the park. Neither man could remember much on their
own, but together they were able to remember things in combination. The
artist drew eyes, the shape of the face, thin lips, a long narrow nose,
cheek bones, straggly hair, dark eyes, and a hoodie.
 It took awhile, but when the artist finished his composite, Jake
couldn't help but feel as if he knew the person. He studied the face, but
couldn't recall where he'd spotted it before. Since becoming an officer,
he'd met hundreds of people on the streets, in accidents, in street side
conversations while patrolling the neighborhoods. He knew he'd seen the
kid before, but could not remember where or how.

"Get this picture to the media, pronto!" said "acting" (Mayor appointed)
captain; Miller, -a 20 year veteran with the force, and a long time
friend of Mayor Edwards. "I want this on front page of every newspaper in
the city!" he ordered.
 Photo copies of the person police labeled as "a person of interest"
littered the airways. Reporters showed pictures of the photos during
broadcasts, warning anyone who recognized the person in the picture to
call police with any information in connection with the cop killed in
Fairmount Park earlier. The phones lit up with anonymous calls (mostly
crank) with people who thought they knew the person in the pic.
Information was taken for every report to be investigated by police
staff. It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it was
all they had to go on.


COURTHOUSE
 Malik Jones sat in the spectator's box of the courthouse, watching
proceedings unfold as defendant Marvin Rollins took trial for his part in
a drug sting to find the source of circulation of a dangerous drug called
"Sextacy" being sold in public schools. The D.A. tried to give Marvin a
lighter sentence if he rolled over and exposed his boss (Tempest
Williams), but Marvin laughed at the deal, knowing he would have less
chance of living on the streets in the hood after word got out that he
turn-coat.
 The trial was surprisingly short. Marvin pleaded "not guilty", but the
evidence against him was overwhelming. Marvin lost control of his anger
when his own lawyer seemed incompetent, and uncaring during trial. As a
result, he sucker punched his councilor, sending him to the floor cold.
Guards jumped in and dragged the anger black man out of the room, while
paramedics took care of the lawyer's wounds and bloody nose. The jury
came back quickly with an unanimous decision of "GUILTY!" Marvin was
charged with 10 years behind bars, effective immediately. Malik watched
Marvin's mother and father break down in court after the reading. He
watched the Rollins family console them as they all singled out of the
room.

 Malik sat quietly to himself, thinking about all the shit's that
happened to him in recent months. The rapes, Marvin, the Captain,
quitting his job, losing his lover, his new apt, etc... He knew it was
crazy to keep seeing the man that initially raped him. He didn't
understand why he felt compelled to see a man he knew was no good for
him. Marvin Rollins had destroyed his life (such as it was). Malik was
happy being a bachelor, free to see and fuck any girl he felt like
spending time with. He loved his job, loved his single life, and loved
being him. He prided himself on rising himself up from the streets, to
becoming an officer of the law. A man who made a difference, making the
public urban schools safer for children. Then he met Marvin, and his
whole world collided.

 Malik thought back to when Marvin forced him to strip naked, and climb
up onto a wooden table to "shit" out drugs he and 15 year old Louis
Carter smuggled in the asses. He remembered how the man fingered his ass
under the guise of "checking for anything left inside" after all the
drugs were expelled. He recalled how Marvin then forcibly fucked him in
front of another drug dealer, plowing his elephant sized dick into his
ass, and fucking him brutally until he came inside him.
 Malik remembered how abused and violated he felt. How worthless and
insecure it made him feel to lose his anal virginity to another...,
bigger, stronger, meaner brotha. He recalled how he felt the night he and
captain McConnell first got together, how he had been so tender and
gentle with him, practically making love to Malik, a strange contrast
from his experience with the brute -Marvin. McConnell was an older man, a
family man, used to making love to women. He treated Malik with kindness
and consideration, causing Malik to feel like even less of a man (if that
were possible). Where McConnell thought he was treating Malik like an
equal, he was really making him feel more "gay" inside. At least with
Marvin he could reason that the sex was forced, taken from him without
consent as he was first raped, and then blackmailed. With McConnell, it
was an admission of homosexuality. Malik didn't like feeling as if the
sex was consensual, he liked feeling as thought he had no choice in the
matter to keep from having to bare responsibility for his actions. He
hated having to hurt the man that worked so hard to help him, but the
longer he stayed with McConnell, the more awkward he felt.

 Now considered officially homeless, Malik has enlisted the aid of
someone who would allow him to barter a room while he looked for work
outside of police. He drove himself "home" from the courthouse, having
already expected Marvin to be sentenced to prison. He entered his new
place of residence (a hole in the wall walk-up) he now shared with the
renter. Upon entering the one bedroom apt, he was greeted by his new
roommate, -officer Michaels.

"So how was the trial?" asked officer Michaels, sitting in front of the
boob-tub with his feet up on his make-shift coffee table, drinking a
cooler.

"As expected. Guilty." said Malik, hanging up his jacket as he entered
into the not so fabulously styled apt.

"Yea, we both knew HE wasn't going to get off. Not with that attitude he
has." said Michaels, kicking back relaxing while watching Wheel Of
Fortune. "Did you swing by and get your stuff from you friend's place?"
he asked casually, referring to McConnell.

"No, not yet." said Malik, stretching his muscles as he started to
unwind. "There's not a lot of room here, and I don't want to bog you
place down while I'm looking for employment. My..., friend said he'd keep
hold of my belongings until I had an address to forward it to."

"That's nice of him. I mean, considering you 2 broke up and all." said
Michaels. "Hey, why'd you 2 break up anyway?" asked the off duty officer.
"Were yall having problems? Or did he find out you were stepping out on
him with that prisoner?"

"It was a mutual agreement." said Malik, not wanting to reveal too much
of his private life to this virtual stranger. After all, he and officer
Michaels didn't know each other all THAT well.

"Couldn't've been too much of a mutual decision, you called me clear out
of the blue..., AFTER you'd just finished telling me that you didn't
intend to see me again after our first fuck."

"Whatever." said Malik, having heard enough shit for one day as he headed
towards the kitchen for a cooler, too.

"Don't get me wrong, I like having you around. Nice to have some ass on a
regular basis again after my girl and I broke up." said Michaels, playing
with his hardening dick through his boxer shorts. Malik stopped cold in
the kitchen's doorway as he watched the thick dick snake down Michaels'
leg. He turned the cooler up to his lips, pretending like it had no
effect on him. "Shit man..., you might be getting me sprung n'shit! I
ain't never fucked another nigga until I fucked your ass in jail the
other day, now I can't get enough of that shit!"

"Well..., it's only until I find a place of my own." said Malik, feeling
his own dick starting to harden as he watched Michaels play with himself.

"I know, I know my brutha. I ain't calling you gay or anything..., but
DAMN you got some good ass! No wonder homboi in jail's been making you
bring him that shit, he HOOKED on it too!" Malik felt a grin coming on.
He was proud of his ass for being considered a good fuck. After leaving
McConnell's apt, he had little options of places to stay since giving up
his apt to live with his superior. Michaels had given Malik his phone
number after fucking him in the negotiations room at Police Headquarters,
after Marvin had last finished with him. Malik never intended to call the
man, until he was suddenly faced with nowhere else to go. Michaels
offered Malik a place to crash for the night, provided he could "tap that
ass" for barter. Malik felt as if he had no choice, so he agreed. The
next morning, Michaels offered Malik the opportunity to stay longer since
he was now jobless as well as homeless, under the same agreement.

"How'd that ass feel after hearing you boi got sentenced?" asked
Michaels. curiously.

"I'd already suspected he would. I was one of his arresting officers."
said Malik, as he walked by the television screen.

"Yea, but I know you felt some type of way seeing him in court. That big
nigga make you want to take him into one of those side rooms, and fuck
that dick for him?" asked Micheals, stroking his 11 inch pole. Malik
refused to answer, but the look in his eyes told the officer 'yes'. "Why
don't we go into the bedroom, so I can take up where ole boi left off?"
said Micheals. Malik finished off his cooler, sat the empty bottle on the
27" TV, then walked into the bedroom in back. Micheals got up from the
sofa and followed him in.

 Malik stripped naked, as Micheals merely kicked off his t-shirt and
boxers (it was his day off). Malik looked down at the long black snake
between Micheals legs longingly. It was a far cry from Marvin's 10 inch
tree trunk dick, or McConnell's thick light 9 inch dick. All 3 were huge
in Malik's eyes, but all 3 were significantly different from one another.
 McConnell's dick was thick and fat, it stood up from the captain's lap
like the Leaning Tower Of Peeza. Marvin's dick was much thicker, like a
beer can. It was long and hard like a fat tree, with a thick demanding
nature that seemed to possess the impelled party and made him want to
make it cum. Micheals dick was perhaps the longest of all 3, but it
wasn't nearly as thick as either man's. Malik didn't get the stretching
he usually got from Marvin (or even McConnell), but Micheals dick dug
deeper, hitting spots never before touched as he fucked and jammed his
hard snake in and out of Malik's dark hole.

 Malik reached for the lube on the nightstand, as he prepared his own
asshole for fucking. Micheals watched his interest as Malik crawled up
onto his full sized mattress on his hands and knees, his taut brown ass
in the air. Micheals walked up behind him, then slapped his long dick
between his ass cheeks. Malik's hole puckered with excitement and
anticipation. Micheals lined the head up with the brown eye, then pushed
inside. Malik groaned, biting his lip upon entry. The snake dick
slithered its way deep into his dark cave, inching pass his tight
gripping sphincter as it borrowed down deep. Malik felt it sliding into
his buttock, digging into his belly as it sank, and sank, and sank into
him.

"Yeeaaa..." moaned Micheals, feeling his pube hairs touch Malik's tender
butt. He held onto the hips, grounding himself around inside. "Fuck man,
you keep giving me ass like this, and you'd never have to move!" excited
Micheals, taking his time to allow the ass to massage his pole
thoroughly.
 Malik said nothing as he waited for Micheals next move. He felt the man
starting to fuck in and out of him, his long dick sliding back and forth
through his tight ring as his hold massaged and caressed the length of
his tool. This was how Micheals always started off, slow and gentle,
allowing his dick to get used to the tightness that surrounded it. But
after several minutes in the saddle (usually about a full 5 or 6, he was
ready to stroke at a much faster, ruthless pace. Malik groaned as
Micheals picked up speed, slapping his hairy pelvis into Malik's smooth
buttocks as he drove his dick in deep.

"Yea.., give me that ass, bitch! This's what you wanted, right? Wanted
this dick up your ass..., that's why you called ME instead of one of your
other friends when you needed a place to stay! You wanted me to tap this
booty again! Right?" asked Micheals, fucking Malik harder as he really
started to pound the ass before him.

"You're up IN there, nigga..., take it! Give me what you got! Fuck me
like you mean it!" encouraged Malik, looking back over his shoulder.

"Oh..., you like that shit rough, eh? Is that what broke you and your
boifriend up? He wasn't rough enough for you? He didn't serve it up like
you jailbird boi could?" asked Micheals, hitting the nail closer to home
than he thought he was. Malik didn't answer. He cared for McConnell, but
sometimes love just isn't enough.

"Shut up and fuck me, nigga! You wanted ass, so TAKE IT! FUCK ME! Show me
what you got!" demanded Malik.

"You got it, bitch!" said Micheals, taking the challenge head on.
 He grabbed Malik's hips, then really started to bang hard into his
buttock. Malik felt the extra bang in Micheals stroke, slamming his long
appendage deep into his bowels as he fucked harder and stronger. Micheals
pushed Malik's back in, causing him to arch his back so his buttock rose,
this made Malik's ass more inviting as Micheals hammered at him from
behind. "Is THIS what you wanted, bitch?" he growled, pulling Malik's
head back by the forehead as he bent over his back. "Is this how you want
it? You want to be bitch fucked, like a little cunt?!"

"Yes..." moaned Malik, his dick growing rock hard under the assault.

"I can't hear you, mother fucker! Speak up, louder!" ordered Micheals.
"Is THIS what you want? You want to be my pussy? You want me to fuck you
like a worthless whore?!"

"Yes! Yeah! Fuck me, man! Fuck me hard!" groaned Malik, pushing back on
the dick, causing Micheals' meat to slap into him that much harder.

"Damn nigga..., you really DO like that shit rough!" said Micheals,
doubling his efforts.
 Malik grunted with every thrust Micheals made. His hole ached from deep
within, from the constant jabbing his innards took as the dick pounded
him over and over.

 Micheals climbed up on the bed behind Malik, laying him flat on the
mattress as he fucked down into his spread ass. Malik arched his back to
make his hole a better target. He lay there helplessly, as Micheals
tortured his bowels by fucking it hard and deep. He rammed himself in and
out, picking up pace as he went. Malik felt his dick starting to throb
under the heavy fucking. His inner wall was being pounded unjustly, as
his dick leaked a steady supply of seed.

"You want this load, man?" asked Micheals, feeling his balls contract as
he slammed forth.

"Yeah!" gasped Malik, reaching down beneath him to stroke his manhood.

"Then tell me how much you want it!" said Micheals, raising up into
push-up position. His hips never stopped hammering as he pounded Malik's
ass full of 11 inches of hard member.

"I want it, man!" moaned Malik, wrapping his own hand around his hardon.
"I want you to cum! I want you to cum in my ass! Shoot your load in me,
man! Make me feel it! Give it to me!" he gasped, breathlessly.

"You got it, man!" obliged Micheals, fucking harder. Malik grunted as the
fuck got worse. He stroked his dick, then shot a thick load of cum all
over the bed sheets. Micheals felt Malik's asshole tighten and convulse
around his pounding dick, then started to shoot off inside him. Both men
grunted out heavy loads as they came in unison.
 Micheals shoved all the way inside after cumming, collapsing down on
Malik's back as he allowed his dick to finish draining. Just then the
phone rang. Micheals crawled over Malik's back (never disconnecting) and
picked up the phone. After a brief hello, he handed the phone to Malik
whom lay under him.

"Hello?" asked Malik, unsure who it was.'

"Mr Jones? This is County Prison calling, regarding your recent
application. We've gone over your credentials, and would like for you to
come in for an interview as soon as you can. When would be good for you?"
asked the person over the phone.

"uh..., tomorrow?" asked Malik, unsure.

"Tomorrow is fine, mr Jones. Let's say around noon? See you then." click.
 Malik handed Micheals back the phone. Micheals reached over head to
replace it in its cradle, then settled back in on top of Malik, feeling
his asshole tighten around his rubbery member.

"Who was that?" asked Micheals, curiously.

"New job. I may be working at the prison."


POLICE HEADQUARTERS
 Jake Valentine hadn't seen his former partner Bruce Gardner since his
arrest, and was quite surprised when he received a direct phone call from
the former officer straight from jail. Gardner requested to see Jake
"alone", claiming he had something very important to talk to him about.
Cortez told Jake to keep away from Gardner, saying he only wanted to
"fuck your head up more", but Jake found it too compelling. He wanted to
know what Gardner wanted. So despite his better judgement, he agreed to
meet with him.

 Jake sat in a room of 10 chairs facing glass windows which saw into the
other side of a room holding 10 more chairs where inmates came to see
visitors. A guard stood at the far side of the room, observing. There
were 4 others in he room with Jake, talking to other men through the
small private windows. Another guard escorted Bruce Gardner into the room
on the prisoner's side. He showed him to the window Jake sat. Jake saw
the familiar smirk cross Gardner's lips, the same condescending smirk he
used to wear in their squad car. The smirk which said Gardner knew some
deep dark secret that the rest of the world was unaware of.
 He sat down, staring through the 2way window at his former partner. Jake
felt slightly uncomfortable sitting before the man that stole his
virginity, nearly killed him, and forever changed his life (for better or
worse).

"I have to say..., I'm slightly surprised you showed up. I didn't think
you'd have the BALLS to come see me, alone." smiled Gardner, dressed in
one of the Headquarter's famous orange jump suits. Jake knew Gardner was
still trying to intimidate him, from behind bars.

"I was intrigued." answered Jake, dressed in his civilian clothes. "You
said you had some information about the cop killer who murdered officer
Reynolds..., do you really have some helpful info, or are you just
blowing smoke to get some attention?"

"Think you're big shit cause you're on the other side of this wall, don't
you?" asked Gardner, regretting that he had underestimated Jake's good
luck. "Let me tell you, if you were on THIS side of the wall, you'd be
nothing but a bitch for me, Cooper, and a bunch of other rough tough
mother fuckers that would want some of your faggot ass!"

"But I'm NOT on that side of the wall..., so they'll have to satisfy
themselves by just fucking you and Cooper." smirked Jake confidently, as
he prepared to leave. "Apparently you have nothing to add..."

"Hold it!" said Gardner, causing Jake to pause and re-take his seat. "I
saw the picture composite you drew of the suspect the news is calling "a
character of suspicion". I may have knowledge of who that person is...,
but I want some kind of promise that when you find him, you don't hurt
him."

"I can't make that kind of promise, Bruce. You know that. Any information
you give me, would have to go through the proper channels. I don't make
those kind of decisions." explained Jake.

"Then I don't know anything!" said Bruce, firmly. Jake looked him over
suspiciously.

"Whoever this guy is, killed a COP! A fellow officer! Someone you knew
personally! How could you sit on that kind of info and live with
yourself?" asked Jake, astonished.

"Do you forget where I am?" asked Gardner. "I'm already in jail, what
more can they do to me? Meanwhile, officer Reynolds' killer sits free,
with other possible officers in danger. Is that what YOU want on your
conscious, Jake?"

"How am I supposed to insure his safety?" asked Jake, considering
Gardner's offer.

"Simple. I tell you who the killer is, you pick him up, and make sure he
gets a fair trail. I think it's safer for him in here with me, than out
there on the streets with those trigger happy mooks looking to seek
revenge!"

"Okay. Okay..., I promise I'll do what I can to protect whoever it is."
promised Jake.

"If you fuck me over, Valentine...., I promise, I know people outside
these walls that owe me favors." warned Gardner.

"Is that a threat?" asked Jake, feeling a tad insecure.

"Let's just say; Terminator has resources." answered Gardner. Jake
definitely felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He knew Gardner
was capable of anything, having tried to kill him twice.

"What's the information?" asked Jake, wanting to change the subject.

"When I was having my arraignment, I spotted my son Christopher in the
audience. He wasn't supposed to be here, and when I called his mother,
she said he ran away shortly after my arrest was televised, she had no
idea where he was." Jake's mind rewind back to dinner at Gardner's and
the one and only time he recalled meeting the officer's 17 year old son.
Jake remembered that the teen looked gothic, solemn, withdrawn, -he
wondered if Gardner's son was on drugs at the time. "The sketch of the
kid in the picture, looked like my son -Christopher." said Gardner,
getting Jake's full attention. "I know he's in the city. And after
everything that's happened to him with Tempest Williams (back in chaps-13
& 14)..., I'm worried he may've fallen off the deep end."

"What do you mean? What does Tempest Williams have to do with
Christopher?" asked Jake, confused.

"He kidnapped my son, not too long after he and his crew fucked Whitmen's
wife on video tape (chap-8). He..." Gardner took a deep breath, and
swallowed a lump in his throat. "...he doped my son up, then turned him
into a drag queen prostitute." He looked Jake directly in the eyes.
"Strange men fucked my son. When I found him, he was totally screwed up,
thanks to that black bastard! I sent him away with my wife and daughter,
expecting him to receive some sort of HELP. But he disappeared as soon as
my wife settled into their new place."

"And you think Christopher's capable of murder?" asked Jake, taking
Gardner's story seriously.

"Who knows what a man is capable of when his back is against the wall?"
asked Bruce, honestly. "Christopher's a...., delicate kid. He tried to
kill himself when he was 13 after we found him "huffing" oven cleaners
with his punk friends. He's had problems before, but me and his mother's
been able to keep him out of trouble."

"And now he's all on his own?" said Jake, more as an after thought.
"Where do you think he is now?"

"He's either at our old house, or shacked up with one of his old friends;
Nicolas Shaw or Tommy diggs. They live on the same block, a few doors
down. I'm sure he'd been in contact with them since he returned.
Christopher didn't have a whole lot of friends. They were about it." Jake
took down the names as Gardner watched. "So what about yourself, Jake?
Make any new friends since I've been in here? I heard you've got a new
partner. Cortez!" Jake's head popped up from writing, his eyes showed his
surprise. "I've got connections every where. Just because I'm in jail,
don't think I don't know what you're doing!"

"If you were less concerned of me and more concerned on your family,
you'd know where your son was." said Jake.

"Don't go getting too cocky, Jake. Thought I made it clear that you're
not untouchable out there." said Gardner. "This officer Cortez..., does
he throw as good a fuck as me?"

"Fuck off, Bruce!" snapped Jake, offended.

"You're not going to sit there and pretend like you're not fucking him,
are you?" asked Gardner, smirking. "I know you Jake..., I know a hot ass
like yours needs cock! I knew that the first time I fucked you!" Jake
gathered up his things to leave, not wanting to subject himself to any
more of Gardner's mind games.

"You know nothing about me, Bruce! And Malecee is NOTHING like you!" he
said, as he prepared to walk out.

"You think so? Who do you think set up that little rape scene that took
place between you, Cortez, Reynolds, Lewis, and Peterson? Who do you
think fed Malecee the information he used to bag you in the sack in the
first place?" asked Gardner, causing Jake's blood to run cold. "So don't
go getting high and mighty on me, you little pencil dick pussy! I OWN
YOUR ASS!!"
 The guard on Gardner's side of the wall rushed down to see what all the
commission was about. He grabbed Gardner by the shoulder, pulling him
from his seat as Jake ran for the door. He paused outside, away from
Gardner's prying eyes. Could Bruce had been telling the truth about
Malecee? Was he somehow connected in with Gardner and the other corrupt
officers?"

 Outside Headquarters, Cortez was waiting for Jake in the car. Jake
informed his new partner what Gardner told him about his son, but left
out the other information. "Is that all?" asked Cortez, wondering if
Bruce said or did anything to fuck up Jake's head.

"Yeah. Let's just go over to Gardner's home and see if his son's been
there." said Jake, dismissing the rest of Gardner's conversation.

GARDNER'S HOUSE
 Jake and officer Cortez parked their plan car in the abandoned driveway
of the Gardner's home. Neighbors watched as the 2 men examined the
windows and doors, finally finding their way in through an unlocked side
door. Inside, the fully furnished house was empty and dusty.

"Looks like they left in a hurry." said Cortez, looking around at all the
furniture left behind.

"Yeah..., they took off when police were looking for Bruce and Douglas
Whitmen. We still don't know where Bruce's family is hidden." informed
Jake, checking the pile of letters on the floor in front of the front
door.

"You still have feelings for your ex-partner?" asked Cortez, trying hard
not to sound jealous.

"For Bruce?" asked Jake, scrunching his face distastefully. "I've never
had feelings for Bruce."

"I thought you both were lovers." said Cortez, curiously.

"Never. He was a rapist, a racist, and an all around bad guy!" said Jake,
suddenly wondering how many of Gardner's qualities Malecee had hidden
inside?

"Guess you can't listen to rumors then..." said Cortez thoughtfully,
heading up the steps. He checked out each of the kids rooms, then
Gardner's master bedroom. Jake walked in as Cortez looked around at the
mess left behind by police during their investigation. "All of their
clothes are gone. Doesn't seem like they were expecting of returning."
reasoned Malecee. He reached into an open dresser draw, and pulled out a
hand held dildo. "Looks like mrs Gardner forgot her friend!" he smiled,
putting it down in front of his crotch as he waved it at Jake.
 Jake chuckled, laughing for the first time since Reynolds murder. "You
want to suck on this?" asked Cortez, swinging the pale white 9 inch dildo
back and forth in front of him as he walked.

"Keep that thing away from me..., there's no telling if that thing was
even washed the last time she used it!" laughed Jake. Cortez put it up to
his nose.

"Don't smell like pussy." he said, matter of fact. "Maybe Bruce was using
it up his ass?" smiled Cortez, tossing it into the lounge chair across
the room as he scooped Jake up in his arms.

"Don't..." said Jake, fighting to wench free.

"Why not? Who's gonna see us?" asked Malecee, trying to suckle Jake's
neck.

"It's a crime scene!" struggled Jake.

"Its not a crime scene..., it was a old investigation area, that's been
declared useless!" corrected Malecee, biting Jake's neck as he squeezed
his ass through his jeans.

"Don't, Malecee...!" struggled Jake, feeling his lover's cock bulge
pressing against his pelvis.

"Come on, babe..., give me some pussy!" moaned Malecee, seductively. Jake
felt Malecee's hands everywhere. It was like fighting a horny octopus.

"No Mal..., not here...!"

"I want some pussy, now!" insisted Cortez, yanking at Jake's belt. He
loosened his waist band, then slipped his hand down into the ass of
Jake's jeans to finger his hole. Jake pushed against Malecee's chest,
just as Mal's lips reached his. Malecee's tongue slipped into Jake's
slack mouth, kissing him forcefully. Jake gasped as a finger crammed into
his anus. Cortez roughly finger fucked him while he tongue fucked his
mouth. Jake felt totally overcome with excitement as his dick hardened in
his crotch. He stopped struggling as Cortez briefly broke their kiss,
licked his fingers, then added 2 fingers to Jake's asshole.

"No..." moaned Jake between kisses, feeling his determination melt away.
In the back of his mind he wondered if anything Gardner said about
Malecee was true? He didn't want to believe Bruce, lord knows he
shouldn't, -but Jake didn't want to put his heart into someone who wasn't
worth it. If Malecee was anything at all like Bruce, he needed to end
their affair sooner than later.
 Cortez undid Jake's pants and pushed them down to expose his entire ass.
He positioned Jake until he was leaning over Gardner's old bed. Jake
could still smell the scent of his old partner and his wife on the
sheets. Cortez yanked Jake's pants down around his thighs, then bend down
behind the 21 year old. Jake looked back over his shoulder as 31 year old
Malecee pressed his face between his partner's ass cheeks. Jake sighed in
heated passion as Malecee's tongue swipped over his sensitive asshole.

"Mal..." he moaned, feeling his asshole throb for his lover's dick.
Malecee pulled the cheeks apart, then buried his face as he inserted his
tongue. Jake felt the tongue slide into him as he relaxed and tightened
his sphincter muscles on the wet oral muscle. For a straight guy, Malecee
sure knew how to eat an ass -thought Jake as he surrendered his butt to
his partner.
 Cortez sucked on Jake's asshole as if it were a woman's clit. He flicked
it with his tongue, sucked it with his lips, and tongue fucked it every
chance he got. He freed his own hard dick while he devoured Jake's sweet
pink hole. Once he was sure it was wet and relaxed enough, he spit onto
his own hardon, then massaged it in with his fist. He stood up behind his
friend, then slapped his hard cock up against the crack. Jake whimpered
softly as the head pried into him, slicing open his tight cavern as it
dug into him. His asshole widened as the cock head penetrated him. It
sank into his tight chute, sliding full length inside. Jake felt
immediately stuffed full as Cortez ground his hairy pelvis up against his
bare buttock.

"Fuck you're tight!" he sighed, loving the feel of his partner's ass
around his dick.
 He held onto Jake's bare hips as he fucked in and out of his ass. Jake
rested his ass against the mattress, smelling Gardner's body strongly
through the sheets. Cortez was moving in and out steadily as Jake inhaled
the scent of sex from the sheets. The smell acted as an aphrodisiac,
sending Jake's hormones through the roof as Malecee fucked his ass.

"Yeah..., give me that tight ass, baby! Shove that pussy back on me!"
groaned Malecee, enjoying every minute of their sex act. He liked hearing
Jake's moans as he panted hard after each thrust. He liked hearing Jake's
manly grunts, sounding more and more feminine as his voice rose with each
deep stroke into his bowels. He fucked harder, making him pant harder.
Cortez watched his hispanic cock slip in and out of Jake's bare asshole
as it swallowed him up completely. He'd nearly lost count of how many
loads he's planted up Jake's ass so far. Jake (by far) has been the only
guy to continuously house Mal's seeds on a regular basis. No other man
had received more than 1 or 2 servings of his precious juices, as he
never wanted to get too attached to any one guy for long. But Jake was
different somehow. There was something about his strong body, his
innocent persona, his wholesomeness, and his insatiable need to please
that truly attracted Malecee. Jake was a definite jock, -a chick magnet
who should have women draped on each arm. But instead he was bent forward
over Gardner's bed, taking officer Cortez's hard hot cock up his buttock.
He like men (that was obvious). Malecee felt he'd fuck Jake's fat white
ass so long as he wanted to have it fucked.

 Cortez grabbed Jake by his shoulders, pulling his face up off the
mattress. Jake felt Malecee's thrusts increase as he fucked into him
harder. Loud slapping sounds filled the room as Cortez's cock slapped in
and out of Jake's buttock faster and faster. Jake's own cock stood hard
over his balls. He balanced himself on one hand while he stroked his cock
with the other. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his
partner's cock. Across the room Malecee caught sight of he and Jake in
the dresser mirror. He watched Jake stroke himself as he fucked him. He
saw the look of total satisfaction on Jake's handsome face. It made
Malecee's dick grow harder as he started to throb in his lover's chute.
Jake gasped for breath as the cum suddenly shot from his dick, shooting
streaks of hot cum across Gardner's bed like Silly String. Cortez felt
Jake's asshole spasm around his plunging dick, and shot off almost
immediately inside the sucking hole.
 Both men came hard when their orgasms hit. Jake felt Malecee's dick
jumping and jerking inside of him. His head collapsed on the mattress as
Cortez held himself inside to finish draining. When he was done, he
slowly pulled out, then went into the bathroom to wash off before tucking
it away. Jake was still catching his breath when Malecee called out to
him. Jake got up off the bed, and pulled up his jeans.

"What's wrong?" he asked, following Mal into the bathroom.  Officer
Cortez pulled back the shower curtain to the tub, finding another body of
a young thug inside. He was naked, with his cock missing.

"Holy shit!" yelled Jake, surprised.


GREEN GROCER'S Supermarket...
 Shopping for ONE, former police captain Davis McConnell walked the
aisles of the supermarket for his weekly shopping list. He had all the
ingredients for a great spaghetti and garlic bread meal (Malik loved his
spaghetti and meatballs). McConnell quickly finished his shopping, then
checked out his groceries in the check out. The sales girl flirted as
usual, getting nowhere (as usual) as McConnell collected his bags and
exited the store.
 On his way through the parking lot, he was approached by a young
caucasian boy, asking if he could spare any change? McConnell's first
instinct was to throw the kid some money, knowing how many of these
beggar boys get caught up in prostitution when approaching the wrong men.
But then he decided to make the kid work for his loose change.

"How about you carry my bags to my car?" he offered, instead. The boy
took the 2 bags of groceries, then followed McConnell to his car. Mc
unlocked his trunk, allowing the boy to place the bags inside. The kid
noticed the "star" shield in the back window of McConnell's windshield.

"You're a cop?" he asked, nervously.

"Yes." answered McConnell, before realizing that was a lie. "Relax." he
added, seeing the boy's eyes shift. "I'm not going to arrest you for
soliciting. Here..." he said, handing the boy a few dollars. He young
male took the money, and quickly stuffed it in his pocket. "Make sure you
get something to eat with that money, and don't get high!" insisted
McConnell.

"Oh, I don't get high anymore, sir." said the male, honestly.

"That's good." said McConnell, walking around to his car door. He kept an
eye on the kid, who seemed to remind him of someone. He watched him
slowly turn to walk away, when he suddenly got a strong incentive to make
sure the kid got a good nourishing meal inside him (if only for one
night). "Hey!" called McConnell, causing the kid to turn around. "You
like spaghetti?"

"Sure..." said the boy.

"Hope in. I'm cooking tonight!" he offered, hitting the lock latch on the
driver's side of the car. The kid quickly made his way back over to the
car, and got in. McConnell started the engine, then backed out of the
parking space. "My name's David." he said, holding out his hand to shake.

"Chris." said the boy, grasping the older man's hand.

"Pleased to meet you. Before you eat, you can take a shower and change
clothes if you like. And relax..., I'm no pedophile!" smiled McConnell,
as he put the car in drive and drove off.

"I'm not worried about that, sir. I've been through a lot in the past
year. Pedophiles are the least of my worries." said Chris, looking out
the window as they drove along. McConnell decided not to press the kid
too much for information about his history, just yet. He figured the boy
would be ready to talk more after a hot shower and a good meal.

continued....