Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 21:07:42 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-28

Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-28
COP KILLER

GARDNER'S HOME
 Police tape corners off the home once occupied by a policeman and his
family. Coroner and forensic specialists travel in and out of the
abandoned home. Samples are taken from the home, as well as the body of a
young black drug dealer from a neighboring neighborhood. He was young,
about 19 years of age. Identification listed him as Quentin Davis (from
chap-13). He had an arrest record, and was well known around his
neighborhood as a ruthless upcoming dealer for Tempest Williams.
Christopher Gardner had come to him for drugs, and was introduced to
Rashad Miller, who later brought 17 year old Chris to Tempest whom ruined
young Christopher's life and family structure.
 Neighbors were questioned by officers looking for the whereabouts of the
boy and his family. No one knew anything. Even fellow high school friends
Nick Shaw and Tommy Diggs knew nothing of Christopher's whereabouts.


RIVER-VIEW APARTMENTS
 David McConnell stood in his spotlessly clean kitchen, cooking one of
his favorite meals. Pots boiled with steam as sauces simmered, and
meatballs fried in a skillet. The scent of spices aroma through the apt,
and into the bathroom and the shower where 17 year old Christopher
Gardner stood under the spray of hot water.
 His stomach growled from hunger as he turned off the water, then toweled
himself dry. He wiped away the fog from the medicine cabinet mirror, to
see his reflection. His stingy dark hair lay scattered across his scalp
and forehead. Dark circles hung under his eyes, giving the impression
that he hadn't slept in days, or perhaps were a drug addict. McConnell
had given him a change of clothes (which Malik had left behind). When
Chris exited the bathroom, he was hit with the delicious smell of Italy
as McConnell mixed his sauces, his noodles, and his meats.

"You look like a different kid all cleaned up!" smiled McConnell, donning
his oven mitts as he reached into the stove for the garlic bread.

"Thank for the shower, man..., I know I must've looked a sight." said
Chris, meekly.

"Well..., you looked like you could use one." chuckled McConnell. "And
feel free to keep the clothes, they belonged to a friend that doesn't
live here anymore."

"A friend?" asked Chris, walking into the kitchen. He was wearing a sweat
suit that belonged to Malik.

"Yes." answered McConnell, leaving out the part that they were lovers. He
didn't want to scare the kid, or make him think he was interested in sex
for payment of the clothes and the food he offered. "Why don't you take a
seat at the dinning room table? Dinner will be served in 2 minutes."

"Okay." said Chris, taking a look around the apt as he moved into the
dinning area. He noticed pictures of McConnell's family on the walls and
book shelves around the neatly styled apartment. He noticed an old
wedding picture of McConnell, and another picture of him back in police
uniform shaking hands with his THEN partner Bruce Gardner (Chris' dad),
also in uniform as they posed for the camera in front of the Precinct.
The 2 men looked 20 years younger than they do today. Chris knew it was
his father from before he and his sister were born, back before his dad
became the asshole he is today -thought Chris.
 Just then McConnell came into the room carrying a huge serving bowl of
spaghetti and meatballs, and a basket of home baked garlic bread drizzled
in olive oil.

"Dinner is served, son." announced McConnell, as he returned into the
kitchen for drinks. He placed a soda pop in front of Chris, while he
dined on red wine. Chris ate 3 full helpings of McConnell's dish. Mc
smiled at the growing boy's appetite, happy to see his food appreciated
once again. With he and his wife now divorced, and his kids off in school
and starting families of their own, he had no one to cook for. That's why
he enjoyed having Malik around so much. "So I take it you enjoyed your
meal?" he asked, as Chris sat back in his seat, rubbing his full belly.

"And HOW!" belched the boy, excusing himself with embarrassment. "Were
you a chef or something?"

"No." chuckled McConnell. "I'm actually a retired police officer. But I
LOVE to cook. I was toying with the idea of writing a cookbook with some
of my most favorite dishes. Or even opening a small restaurant somewhere
in Society Hill. Something small, personal, that I could run from one
kitchen."

"Sounds like a plan. You definitely could, you food is waaay better than
my moms!" said Chris, looking up at the clock on the wall. "I, uh..., I
suppose I should get going..., its getting late and all...."

"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" asked McConnell, concerned.
 Chris thought of his parents house, but quickly decided against it.

"No. But I'll be okay. I've been on my own for awhile now." admitted
Chris.

"Where are your parents?" asked McConnell, curiously. Chris sat silently
for a moment, knowing he would have to lie.

"My uh..., my dad died..., and my mom's on drugs." he said, flatly. "She
kicked me out after I walked in on her and one of her tricks. I've been
on my own ever since."
 McConnell didn't know if he believed the boy, but saw no reason why he
would lie, or be on the streets unless the story had a ring of truth to
it. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"18" lied Christopher, figuring being legal age would make a difference.

"Don't you have any family in the city you can turn to?" asked McConnell.

"No." answered Chris.

"I know a few shelters that house young men like yourself..., I could
take you to one of them tomorrow. They would make sure you have a warm
bed, some hot food, a shower. Would you like that?"

"That'd be okay." answered Christopher.

"Good. Until then, you can stay here the night. I have an extra room you
can have. My son usually sleeps there when he visits from college." said
McConnell, getting up from the table. He showed Christopher the room,
then left him to his privacy as he returned to the kitchen to clean up.
 Chris looked around the room, seeing pictures of what he supposed was
McConnell's kids. They all looked older than him. He checked the closets
and draws being nosey, but found nothing unordinary. He lay back on the
bed, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts of sex ran through his mind at
warp speed. His young cock hardened in his pants, popping a tent in his
sweats as rested his hands back behind his head, wondering how big the
ex-officer's dick was?


MALECEE'S APARTMENT
 Jake and Malecee enter's Malecee's apt, after a long day off. Malecee
was pissed that their day off resulted in a lot of police work, making it
feel like less of a day off. Tomorrow it was back to business as usual.
Thankfully he was able to sneak a few minutes to stop by his former
partner's house to visit with officer Jackson as he recovered from his
injuries sustained from being raped by a gorilla (chap-17).
 The mood was mournful, as Jake's mind was on Gardner's missing son and
his promise to Bruce to keep him safe. With Christopher now the police's
sole suspect, they had the whole police force looking for the teenager,
making capturing him safely all the more harder to do.

"You look so grim." said Malecee, tossing his keys into their usual spot.

"Finding deal cockless bodies tend to do that to me, I suppose." said
Jake.

"What you need is something to make you relax. Take off your clothes."
said Cortez, massaging Jake's tense shoulders.

"Is that your answer for everything, -SEX?" asked Jake annoyed, as he
stepped out of Cortez's reach.

"Never been a problem before." said Cortez, as he stared Jake up and
down. "You on your PERIOD or something?"

"There you go! Referring to me as the "woman" again!" sighed Jake,
frustrated. "Just because I LET you fuck me, doesn't make me any less of
a man!"

"Let me fuck you?" chuckled Malecee. "As I recall, you didn't have much
choice in the matter!"

"Oh, I've always had a choice!" insisted Jake.

"Really? That comes as a surprise!" smiled Malecee.

"I used to be on both the football teams, AND the wrestling team back in
high school." informed Jake. "If I don't want you to fuck me, you
wouldn't." he added, manning up. Cortez took off his gun and shield, then
tossed them on the sofa.

"Then let's put that to the test, mr JOCK!" challenged Malecee.

"What do I get if I win?" asked Jake, curiously.

"Win?" laughed Malecee, not having even considered it. "What do you
want?" he asked, confidently.

"Loser gets fucked." offered Jake.

"I'm already fucking you." countered Cortez, needing more incentive.

"Okay..." said Jake, trying to come up with an alternate. "If I win, I
get to fuck YOU in the ass..., and if YOU win, I'll be your complete and
utter sex slave for a week. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Bath you,
suck you, massage you, suck your feet, wash your clothes, run your
errands..., I'll be your total pussy-boy. You can fuck me any time, and
place, anywhere you want; in the squad-car, at the Precinct, in public,
my parents house..., anywhere!"
 Malecee's dick grew hard at the offer.

"Sounds like a good deal. What's the rules?" he asked, eager to get this
fight over with.

"We wrestle in our underwear. No pulling hair, no grabbing genitals, and
no breaks. Winner takes all!"

"I'm down with that!" said Cortez, stripping off his shirt to reveal his
muscular torso. "And be prepared to give me plenty of HEAD in public..."
he added with a smirk. "....I've always wanted my dick sucked at a movie
theatre, on a public transit bus, in a pubic swimming pool, and on a
bridge during the day light hours!"

"You're such a fucking freak!" laughed Jake, as he removed his own
clothes. The 2 men stood naked before each other as they moved furniture
aside for their fight. They circled each other, sizing each other up as
they stared competitively into each other's eyes before lounging
forth....


TEMPEST'S LAIR
 2 sleek shinny cars pull up in front of a desolate apartment building
complex on the end of a dead end street. The building is the new current
base of operations for the drug lord Tempest WIlliams. He bought the
complex dirt cheap, and allowed it to quickly riot with decay and
squatters until LNI inspectors came in and boarded up the home and
declared it a hazardous structure. The street is an isolated eye sore,
with a lot of vacant lots and very few occupied homes (just the way
Tempest likes it).
 7 men exit the 2 vehicles. From car one; Pooh (Tempest's new partner),
and his henchmen Guy and Leon [thugs #1 & 2 from the "my woman's lover"
series in bisexual authoritarian section of Nifty] ). While in car two
are 4 white men Pooh knew through association through the underground
emerged; (Steve -man in charge, Max, Tom, and Pete). They are opportunist
who came across a virtual treasure chest of tainted drugs from Columbia,
confiscated from a yacht by the Coast Guard in a drug raid. Somehow the
"evidence" (the entire boat) turned up missing. It was considered in
inside job, but the drugs was bought and handed off, then re-sold
somewhere down the pipe. Pooh was getting it at a bargain price for the
value it was really worth on the street. And once mixed in with Tempest's
"Sextacy" drug, both king-pin drug dealers stood to make untold fortunes.

 The men were all greeted at the door by Peaches (Tempest head mistress).
She wore a high mini skirt with garter belts, spiked heels, fishnet
pantyhose, a corset, and her famous white wig. The men (mostly
underground jailbirds, con men, and thieves) all eyeballed the sexy siren
as she allowed them free passage into Tempest's humble abode. The men
looked around the shabby dwelling, unimpressed. "The excitement's in the
basement" informed Pooh (having learned of Tempest's palace in the
basement in chaps-21 & 22).

"So..." said one of the new associates (Max), looking Peaches up and down
as if she were chocolate dipping on a stick. "...do YOU come with my deal
with Tempest?"

"She's Temp's main squeeze." said Pooh, leading the way down into the
cellar.

"Really?" he asked, liking what he saw. "When you get tired of all that
dark chocolate..., you can cum sample some of my white stick anytime."
smiled Max obnoxiously, rubbing the lump in his pants. Peaches said
nothing as she showed the men into the basement.
 As they descended the stairs, the smell of sex and drugs hit their
nostrils like a fist. Tempest lay naked in his big king sized bed,
surrounded by his lovely ladies; Mercedes, Jasmine, Sapphire, Candace,
Imani, Tatianna, Porscha, and Luscious. The girls were all dressed in
skimpy negligee's, long hair, and heels. Several lay licking and sucking
Tempest all over from head to toe, while others play in each other's hair
or kissed like lesbians. The 4 new male associates grew instant hardons
as soon as they saw the near naked display.

"Hot damn...! We getting in on this, or what?" asked one of the four men,
already eager to jump in and get his dick wet.

"Business first..., play later!" insisted Pooh, watching the men's eyes
bulge as 2 of the  girls took turns deep throating Tempest's huge 9 and
1/2 inch curved python. "First thing's first..., the briefcase?" asked
Pooh, referring to the leather case the men carried with them. Peaches
stepped up and took the case from the men's hands, then sashayed over to
a nearby table where she placed it for Tempest's inspection. Tempest sat
back in bed, watching as his two current favorite girls (Jasmine and
Sapphire) took turns swallowing his big dick. Jasmine deep throated his
big stick, taking it all the way down into her throat as her painted lips
touched Tempest's balls. When she came up for air, Sapphire swallowed the
dick all the way down, holding it in the back of her throat as it jumped
and twitched in her gullet. After a moment or two, she came up as Jasmine
went down on it.
 Tempest lay back, his eyes closed as his toes curled. He'd been getting
the royal treatment from his bitches for quite awhile, and was on the
verge of feeding one of them his salty treat. The girls fought to see
which of them would be the lucky one to cop Tempest's hot load. They both
sucked frantically, eager to taste his honey as it slowly seep from his
dick tip. They each waited on pens and needles while the other feasted
his thick shaft. As soon as one would come up off of it, the other would
swoop in and take it down. Tempest loved deep throat, so they made sure
that every stroke of their mouths ended with his cock lodged down deep.
 After several moments, they started swallowing one stroke apiece. Each
would swallow Tempest's big curved manhood in one take, then pull off so
the other could swallow it. They did this back and forth between the 2 of
them, throating quickly to keep him on edge. After about 2 dozen single
swallows, Tempest came with a heavy groan. Jasmine was the luck one to
feel the first burst of semen hit down the back of her throat. She
managed to swallow 2 big gulps before Sapphire pulled her off and
swallowed his dick down. She ate the next 4 spurts until Jasmine puller
her by her hair, and swallowed Tempest's meat. She devoured the last 3
spurts, feeling the warmth of his cum heat her stomach. The 7 men were
transfixed on the sight before them. Several had their jaws dropped.
Tempest caught his breath quickly thereafter, and rose to his feet out of
bed. Peaches was there with his leopard robe.

"So..., are we ready for business?" he asked the men, walking up towards
them.

"That was some of the hottest shit I've ever seen!" said one of the white
men, his dick tenting the front of his trousers.

"You liked that?" asked Tempest, walking up to the meeting table as he
left his girls behind. "We pull this deal, and I'll make sure you each
get hot blow jobs before you go. How bout that?" he asked with a
negotiator's tone.

"Hot damn!" cheered the men, pointing out which girls they wanted to see
slobber over their dicks. Pooh and his men laughed at the white men's
eagerness to get at Tempest's "whores". When asked what was so funny,
Pooh informed the horny associates that all the "girls" here were men!
"MEN??" asked the men, staring in disbelief.

"Men!" insisted Pooh. "Chicks with dicks! Males! But don't get it
twisted, these boiz got more game than most of the whores on the
streets!"

"Homo's?" asked Max, insensitively. "This a house full of faggots??"
 Tempest pulled his trusty cane up from his side, unlatching the 9 and
1/2 inch gold handle dildo (molded to the shape of his own dick) from the
actual cane, revealing a 9 inch blade attached at the end. He pointed the
tip up to the insensitive guy's throat, and asked him "What did you call
me?"
 The man quickly reached into his inside pocket to grab his gun, but was
shocked when Pooh, Guy, Leon, and Peaches all pulled theirs first, aiming
them at his head and chest simultaneously.

"Hey..., hey, what is this, guys? I thought we were trying to set up a
deal here?" said one of the other associates (Steve), seeing the matters
about to get out of hand. They were 4 white men in the middle of the
ghetto at night, surrounded by at least 13 black people (and no telling
how many more were hiding upstairs in the apts).
 Tempest continued to hold his knife on Max, his red cold eyes string
straight through the nervous caucasian.

"You have no idea how many pussies like you I've turned into girls!" he
said through pursed lips and a steady hand. "One taste of my black dick
and you'll be begging to be my bitch!"

"Wh...wha...whatever, man! Let...let's just do this, alright?" said Max,
nervously holding his hands up defensively. Tempest held his knife on
him, deciding if he wanted to slit him or not. He saw a single trail of
sweat streak down the side of the man's face. Then Tempest laughed and
sheathed his knife.

"Just kidding." he smirked, his evil eyes telling a different story. The
other white men laughed nervously as Pooh, Guy, Leon, and Peaches all
lowered their weapons. "Let's see what you got?"


MALECEE'S PLACE
 Malecee Cortez sat on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands
as he groaned in disbelief. How could he have lost a physical match to
Jake? Jake, of ALL people?? Despite Jake's claims of being a football and
wrestling team hero in his high school, Malecee still thought he was more
masculine, tougher, and stronger than the younger (gay) officer. Despite
Jake's impressive male physique, Malecee still saw Jake as a lesser man
for obvious reasons. Malecee hated having lost a wrestling match, but
hated having lost it to a know fag! How could he live this down? And more
importantly..., how was he going to go through with the bet?

"Ready for your punishment?" asked Jake returning into the bedroom, his
soft dick dangling between his legs as he walked. It was the first thing
Malecee saw when he looked up. He sighed in despair as he realized his
fate. "I've got the lube, and a fresh towel in case of mess..." smiled
Jake.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" asked Malecee, about to lose his and
along with his manhood. Jake laughed at Malecee's nerves as he sat down
next to him on the bed.

"You're really scared about this, aren't you?" asked Jake,
sympathetically. "It's nothing to it! A little lube, some excruciating
pain, some painful jabbing, some intestinal damage, some minor bleeding,
some piercing cramps, some soreness and some swelling, and then it's all
over!" smiled Jake, handsomely.

"You're a real asshole, you know that right?" asked Malecee, sighing
under his breath.

"It's not all that bad, Mal. YOU fuck me all the time..."

"But you LIKE it!" reasoned Malecee. "I ain't never want another man's
dick in my ass like you did! I'm not down with this shit! I ain't no
fa..." Malecee caught himself before he finished the sentence, but Jake
already knew what he was going to say.

"You think getting fucked makes you less of a man? You think I'll look at
you differently after I fuck you?" asked Jake, sensitive to Malecee's
situation.

"How could you not?" asked Malecee.

"Me fucking you doesn't diminish you in my eyes!" insisted Jake, warmly.
"I'll still see you as the same Cortez! The same virile, sexy man of
steel that rushes bravely into a burning car to rescue a trapped woman!"

"A trapped woman who's baby died in that explosion." said Malecee,
mournfully. "How could you see me as the same way after you...after
you..., you know?"

"Fuck you?" joked Jake, loving every minute of Malecee's discomfort.
"Cause I don't see being fucked as being feminine, or faggoty. That's
why" answered Jake. "Getting fucked is painful, and not for the timid or
faint of heart! Only a REAL MAN can withstand the pressure of another man
ramming his thick cock into your ass as hard and deeply as he can! So if
I did see you differently, I'd see you as being stranger than before,
which is a good thing!" Malecee saw Jake smile warmly as he lay into him
sideways.

"Bull-shit!" laughed Malecee, seeing through Jake's ruse. "You just want
some ass! That's all! You want to fuck me, and you're willing to
bull-shit me to get it!" Jake laughed a loud.

"It was worth a try!" admitted Jake. "You want to back out of it, don't
you?" he asked, disappointed.

"YES!" answered Malecee, honestly. "But I won't. A bet's a bet." he said,
sadly.

"Well..., I'll be willing to forgo fucking you..." offered Jake, trailing
off...

"IF?" asked Malecee, wondering what the punch line was.

"...IF...you let me eat your ass." finished Jake, hopeful.

"No way, man!" refused Malecee. "I don't have no pussy! I don't have my
ass played with, -ever!"

"It's either that, or get fucked?" reminded Jake, giving Malecee little
option. Malecee sighed, either way he was going to feel like a punk. At
least with an ass licking, his virginity would stay intact.

"Okay..." he mumbled slightly, seeing both events near equal. Jake smiled
quietly as Malecee got into position in bed. Jake licked his lips
hungrily, eyeballing Malecee's bare ass as he climbed onto his hands and
knees like a dog.
 Jake positioned him so that his ass was high. He roughly massaged the
firm buttock with his strong hands, pulling apart the cheeks to reveal
the hairy crack and the tiny hidden hole. Jake knew Malecee was a man
that had probably never even seen his own asshole, let alone had it
licked and sucked. Jake knew Malecee was in for a pleasant surprise, as
he leaned forward and swiped his wet oral muscle up and down the hairy
lining. Malecee jumped in surprise, his body tingling all over as his ass
crack was lightly licked. He'd eaten many woman in the past, and even
indulged in eating out Jake man-pussy a few occasions, but Malecee wasn't
prepared for the sensation (nor the effeminate effect) having his asshole
sucked like a pussy would have on his male psyche.

 Jake held onto Mal's bare ass, pushing his face up into the masculine
top male's fur-burger. Jake wallowed his handsome mug in Mal's ass crack,
licking sucking and eating his hole like a man starving. Jake had
experience eating woman's pussy as well, but it was his experience with
the transvestite Peaches that gave him the most experience at eating a
man's ass.
 Jake grew more and more aggressive as he devoured Mal's ass. He pushed
the top man forward until Mal was laying flat on the mattress, his legs
spread wide and his ass raised high to accommodate Jake's torso as his
head lay between Mal's ass cheeks. He squeezed the buttock firmly,
enjoying the tension in the muscled ass as Malecee tried to come to terms
with what was happening to him. Malecee bit his lower lip to keep from
groaning too loudly. He didn't like enjoying the anal eating too much, as
it made him feel less manly, like a "punk" in his own eyes. But he
couldn't deny that Jake was doing a good job of making his body feel
good.

 Malecee's hardon ground into the mattress as Jake went wild on his ass.
Malecee found himself pushing his ass back to get more of Jake's tongue
up his chute. His fingers grip the sheets as he moaned in sweet ecstasy.
After nearly 10 minutes of anal play, Malecee couldn't take anymore as he
roughly flipped Jake down onto the bed, spreading his legs wide apart and
positioned it to face towards the ceiling to give him a clear
uninterrupted view of Jake's deliciously shaved anus. The tight pink anal
lips pouted sweetly as he stared down at it while licking his lips. Jake
protested weakly, complaining that they had " a deal", but Mal was too
far gone with lust to stop.

"Fuck that! I want some pussy!" he said neanderthalish as he quickly
buried his slick tongue into Jake's scissor spread ass.
 Jake gasped as his asshole was tantalized by Malecee's searching
taster.  Malecee ate Jake's ass like he would a woman's vagina. He sucked
hard on the anal lips, causing them to grow fat from suction. He stabbed
his tongue in and out, simulating a good fucking and causing Jake's hole
to flutter with desire. Soon Jake was begging Mal to fuck him, reaching
for the man's hardon as he jacked it slowly in his fist.

"Please...., fuck me Mal..., I need you in me...!" he moaned, feeling his
lover's dick throb with excitement.
 Mal removed his face from Jake's ass, lining his dick up to the spit
dripping hole. He sank the head in, then rammed the rest of his cock in
quickly. Jake yelled aloud as his colon made room to accommodate Mal's
meat. Malecee pressed Jake's knees up against his chest, as he fucked
himself in and out of his lover's tight gripping hole.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me..." groaned Jake, rolling his eyes as he
reached up to caress Mal's body. Malecee loved hearing Jake groan
sexually, the lust in him bubbling over until it was spilling out of his
mouth in nasty dialog. Malecee liked knowing he had the power to drive
Jake over the edge. He loved seeing Jake's facial expressions when he
jammed all of his cock to the root inside his convulsing asshole.

"Take that dick, baby! Show me how much you like me fucking you!" said
Malecee, through pursed lips as he drilled himself in harder.

"Oh, I LOVE it Mal! Don't stop! Keep fucking me, man! Give it to me!"
moaned Jake, grabbing Malecee by his humping waist as he fucked in and
out. Malecee lay out on top of Jake, kissing him passionately as he
allowed his tongue to slip inside Jake's mouth. Malecee could taste his
own asshole on Jake's lips as they kissed deeply. Jake sucked at his
tongue, swallowing all the spit he could gather as he suckled the wet
muscle like a tiny cock. Malecee broke the kiss after several minutes.

"Oh shit, baby..., you going to make me cum!" he moaned, fucking harder.

"Yeah! Cum! Give it to me, Mal!" yelled Jake, grabbing his own cock as he
stroked it wildly. Malecee hammered into his ass like a pile driver. The
bed bounced after every hard thrust. Malecee wasn't afraid of hurting
Jake, knowing his strong muscles male body could take the hard pounding.

"AAAHHHH SHIT, man! I'm cumming...!!" yelled Malecee, thrusting his cock
all the way in as he shot off. Jake felt the dick jump and throb inside
his gut, knowing it was spitting gobs and gobs of heavy cum inside him.
Jake stroked his dick as he watched Malecee cum. A second later, he was
shooting his own load all over himself.

"AWWWWHHHH!!" screamed Jake, curling his toes over head as the cum spit
from his cock slit in white streaks.
 Malecee felt his orgasm slowly subsiding as Jake came, his asshole spasm
around his embedded cock like a clamp. After Jake finished, he wrapped
his arm about Mal's sweaty back, pulling him down on top of him. Mal
laughed softly as he kissed Jake gently on the lips. He lay on top of the
male officer for a full minute before parting lips and looking deep into
Jake's crystal blue eyes.

"Why don't we move in together?" he asked, surprising both of them.



RIVER-VIEW APTS
 Christopher Gardner lay awake in a strange bed. His mind rolling with
naughty images of him and other men, men Tempest made him perform for
while under the influence of his drugs. Sextasy was a strong narcotic,
designed to tap into erotic impulse and drive the user into a sexual
frenzy. Chris had been pumped full of that drug when he prostituted for
the black drug dealer. Tempest made him into a male whore, sucking and
getting fucked by every and anybody that came in contact with him. Chris
still had nightmares of being bang-banged by an endless supply of black
cocks. Cocks that tore into his anus, and often left him a quivering pile
of cold cum. But while Chris' mind may have hated what happened to him,
there was no denying that his body craved more of it, -as his hard dick
would certainly indicate.
 He got up quietly from his strange bed, and made his way over to the
door. The apt was dark, lit only by the light of the moon which shone
through the huge windows which overlooked the river across the drive.

 Christopher snuck up to McConnell's master bedroom, and quietly opened
the door. He peeked in, finding McConnell soundly asleep in bed.
Adventurously Christopher crept into the bedroom, and stood over
McConnell's resting body. Chris' cock was still hard, poking out a tent
in his sweat pants as he fought to keep from stroking it outright.

 McConnell lay sleeping soundly, in a void of dreams. He dreamt of his
family, of still being married and an officer. He dreamt of his children
when they were still kids, and how he had missed out on much of their
childhood.
 Suddenly his dreams switched to he and Malik in bed, making love like
lovers as they rolled atop each other in naked bliss. McConnell felt
Malik go down on him, taking his big fat dick between his lips as he
sucked him. McConnell groaned in his sleep, as Malik took him deep, then
bobbed his head up and down in succession. "Oooo yeeeaahh Mal..., suck
me..." moaned McConnell, as the mouth worked up and down his stiff pole.
The dream seemed so vivid and real as he tossed and turned his head in a
passionate sleep. "uuhhh..." he groaned, waking up. It took McConnell a
moment for his eyes to adjust, as he looked down to see someone's head
bobbing over his pelvis.

"Chr...Chris...?" he mummer, groggily.
 Christopher didn't look up as he continued to suck on McConnell's thick
9 and 1/2 inch mulatto dick. "Chris..., don't! You don't have to do
that..." said McConnell, trying to pull the kid up from his crotch. But
Christopher held on, sucking harder as he took more dick into his mouth.
Tempest had taught him how to deep throat in the weeks he held him
captive, so he was easily able to swallow McConnell's pole as he once did
Tempest's. "OOoooo...!" groaned McConnell falling back weakly into bed,
loving the feel of the throat on his dick.
 He knew he should stopped the boy, but was already too far gone as far
as blow jobs were concerned. He let the boy bob his head, taking his dick
in deep with every stroke. McConnell felt his dick starting to throb,
already nearing orgasm after the hot dream he had.

 Christopher rose his head up off McConnell's cock before making him cum.
McConnell looked down in confused frustration as his spit wet dick pulsed
in mid-air, threatening to shoot all over the place as it oozed out
pre-drips of semen. "What's wrong?" he asked, after being so close to
cumming. He watched as Chris got up, then removed his sweat pants to
reveal his pale white naked flesh. He spit a huge gob of spit onto his
fingers, then massaged them into his asshole. McConnell lay paralyzed as
Chris climbed aboard the bed and positioned himself over his upright
cock, then slowly lowered himself down on top of it. Both men moaned
softly as McConnell's cock sank inside. Christopher threw back as head as
his ass settled down onto McConnell's crotch, his pale ass cheeks
nestling into Mc's hairy thighs. He ground his ass around in his the
older man's lap, churning the big dick around in his bowels.
 Christopher groaned, feeling his colon stretch to accommodate
McConnell's size. McConnell didn't move, he lay completely still,
allowing the kid time to adjust. After a few moments, Chris began to move
up and down, slowly fucking himself.

"Fuck me..." he moaned, feeling the huge cock slide over his sphincter
muscles. McConnell noticed Chris' hardon on sticking up from his groin.
He spat into his hand, and grabbed it. Chris gasped as he moved faster,
pulling more cock from his butt as he pushed back on it. The terrible
ache in his bowels made his cock throb and leak pre-cum into McConnell's
stroking hand.
 Christopher placed both hands on McConnell's hairy chest for leverage,
and fucked himself harder. McConnell stroked the boys dick firmly, while
he thrust up into his butt, driving his cock deeply through the inner
ring. "Fuck me, man! Yea! Fuck me!" moaned Chris, loosing some of his
inhibitions. Tempest and his thugs used to fuck him ruthlessly, treating
him like true trailer trash as they ravaged his poor butt hole and dumped
tons of hot male cum into his body. Now Chris sought that same feeling,
that familiar pain that reminded him of his greatest weakness, his
greatest shame.

 McConnell didn't feel completely right fucking someone's child like
this. He knew Chris was a troubled teen that needed some sort of parental
guidance in his life. He wasn't even totally sure he believed the boy was
18. But there was no denying that the kid had cardinal needs, and an
innate knowledge of how to use it. McConnell didn't initiate the sex, so
he felt a bit more comfortable that the kid was at ease with what was
happening.
 McConnell thrust more urgent up into Chris' plunging anus. Their bodies
colliding with each move as his long fat dick pierced deeply into the
aching innards time and again. Chris felt McConnell taking more and more
control, dictating the pace of the fuck as he humped up into his ass.
Chris leaned back, riding McConnell as the older man manipulated his cock
with his slick fist. Chris moved his hands to the sides of the bed,
behind his bent legs as he let McConnell take over the fuck. Chris felt
his cock pulse as he reached down into the leg of his sweat pants, and
grabbed the handle of the butcher knife he used to slice off Reynolds'
dick.

 McConnell used his legs to push up into Chris' ass. One hand held onto
Chris' hip, while the other worked over time to stroke his cock. Chris'
young body started to react to the fucking it was getting. His muscles
flexed as his body shook and trembled. He was so close to climax that his
cock pulsed and jumped eagerly in McConnell's stroking hand. Chris was
just about ready to pull the knife and slice McConnell's cock, when he
suddenly started spurting cum all over his mulatto lover's chest and
stomach.

"uhhh...uhhhhh...UUHHHHHH!!!" he screamed as he came in McConnell's fist.
McConnell felt the tight asshole squeezing his shaft as the boy lost his
load. McConnell started to cum just as Chris branded the knife. McConnell
saw the large blade, and grabbed Chris' wrist before he could use it.
Chris fought as he struggled to stab McConnell as McConnell's cock shot
forth load after scolding load of cum deep into his bowels.
 Chris grabbed the blade with 2 hands as he tried to plunge it into
McConnell's chest. McConnell grabbed both othe Chris' wrists while in the
mist of a heavy orgasm. His heart was beating a mileaminute as death
stood poised at his door. Weaken by orgasm, McConnell saw the knife
coming closer and closer to his him. With all the strength he could
muster, he quickly flipped young Christopher over onto his back until he
was laying on top with the boy's legs around his waist. His erupting cock
was still balls deep inside the boy, still draining his pumping load as
he twisted the knife out of the kid's hands. It fell to the floor with a
"thump". McConnell finished the fight by clocking Chris in the jaw, and
knocking him out cold with but a single punch. As Chris lay there on his
back unconscious, McConnell removed his softening dick. Christopher's
asshole oozed a fair amount of spent semen from the dilated lips, soaking
into McConnell's mattress. He sat back on his knees, wondering what had
gotten into the kid as he reached for the phone to call police.

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*thanx to Madpup69 for the McConnell/Christopher plot.
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