Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:17:28 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: The Precinct - pt1

[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st
series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off
sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please
read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first
in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]

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THE PRECINCT - Pt-1
Title: The SEQUEL

Pt-1
WEST PHILLY

	27 yr old African American police officer Malik Jones (5-9, 150 lbs
with a petite athletic build) stirred in his sleep when he felt the strong
arm of his lover (28 yr old African American Marvin Rollins [6-0, 220 lbs
with a big thick muscular build]) wrap around his body, pulling him back
into cuddle position. Malik said nothing when he felt Marvin's huge
erection press up between his plump butt cheeks, the fat round head
searching for his tight taut hole.
	Malik peeked over at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand, the
early morning hour flashing brightly against the half darkened room as the
first signs of daylight started to show through the tightly drawn blinds up
against the bedroom windows.

	Marvin knew the morning alarm would soon ring, signaling the end of
their long shared slumber as Malik would then be up to get ready for work,
leaving him home alone to fend for himself sexually. Knowing his time was
of the essence, Marvin reached back behind himself and grabbed the tube of
KY he had conveniently kept nearby, then began to anoint a generous amount
to Malik's tightly puckered hole. Malik still didn't move as Marvin greased
the tiny chute as well as his own dick, then aligned his manhood up to
Malik's back entrance.
	Malik groaned out loud as Marvin's fat dick head kissed his
asshole, then began to dig in. They had made love twice that night with
Marvin blowing two loads inside Malik's ass before finally falling asleep
sometime around 2am. Now five hours later, he was ready for the day's first
official count as he slowly slid himself all the way into Malik's body
through his buttock.

	The alarm clock began to ring loudly as the 7am hour chimed. Marvin
reached over Malik's prone body and slapped the clock with his humongous
hand, hitting the snooze button. Malik felt Marvin settled back down behind
him as he pulled him back into his chest, churning his dick around in his
anus as he started to slowly stroke himself in and out, nuzzling his face
in Malik's neck.
	Malik felt Marvin kissing him gently about the cheek and neck,
sliding his dick in and out of his ass. Marvin was a very demanding lover,
requiring sex regularly. Malik could barely get into the apartment before
Marvin would have him stripped naked with his face pushed down in the sofa
cushions, getting his backside rammed hard from behind with 10 rock solid
inches of huge thick convict dick. Malik would never openly admit it out
loud, but he secretly enjoyed being Marvin's pawn, feeling completely and
totally ravished after a night of love making. Marvin was a very passionate
lover, despite his sexual limitations. Malik sometimes felt frustrated that
Marvin didn't suck dick or get fucked. Marvin saw Malik as a bottom, and
never deviated from his sexual role as the top man in charge.

	Malik felt his body beginning to relax as he pushed his ass back
into Marvin's thrusting pelvis. Marvin buried his dick over and over,
taking his time as he savored the feel of his boyfriend's asshole wrapped
around his dick. Morning brought a bit of reality as Malik's nostrils
caught a whiff of Marvin's morning breath, but that only served to
strengthen their bond as he titled his head back and kissed Marvin on the
lips. Marvin sank his thick tongue into Malik's mouth just as the second
alarm began to ring.
	Marvin rolled Malik over onto his stomach, reaching over to hit the
snooze again. He knew they were dipping into Malik's personal time, making
him late for work. Knowing he had to get down to business, Marvin rose up
on his arms in pushup position, then began slapping his hips into Malik's
backside, --picking up the pace.

	Malik spread his legs wide, making room for Marvin's bulky body and
thick thighs as he rammed his dick through his bottom like a well oiled
machine. Marvin's body was build for sex, his massive bulk and huge phallus
made him the apple of anyone's eye looking for an aggressive top with a
firm thrust. Malik buried his head in the pillows, trying to stifle his
moans as Marvin wrecked his asshole with another rousing morning wakeup
call.
	The bed started to squeak, announcing their activities to annoyed
neighbors through the morning's silence. Malik grunted aloud every time
Marvin's strong pelvis slammed down onto his buttock, drilling his thick
hot manhood 10 inches deep with every plunge. Every stroke was like being
mauled by a bull as Marvin used his muscled strength to send his dick bone
deep. Malik sometimes felt as if Marvin were purposely trying to hurt him,
wrecking his asshole for anyone else. They hadn't been together long, just
a few weeks since Marvin was freed from incarceration at Piedmont
Penitentiary (see The HOLE for details). But ever since his release and
moving in together, Marvin had been making up for lost time, using Malik's
ass as a cum dispenser 4 to 5 times a day.

	Malik felt the pace of Marvin's thrusts increase with every passing
minute as he raised his hips up off the mattress to make his buttock a
better target. Marvin slammed into his ass with gut wrenching strokes,
making sure Malik got the brunt of every thrust. He knew Malik secretly
liked being treated like his whore, why else would an otherwise smart guy
like Malik leave his prominent position as a Philadelphia Police Detective
simply to become a prison guard, following a convicted drug dealer into
prison just for an occasional hit in the sheets?
	Marvin sometimes laughed to himself at all the shit his dick had
gotten him in. Women threw themselves at him, men often wanted to be abused
by him. He could have made a fortune turning out pussies in prison.

	Hearing Malik's erotic groan underneath him bought him back to
reality, and the task at hand. He watched Malik squirm on the end of his
dick, his tight petite body withering about like a fish on a hook as he
drilled his dick straight up between his spread ass cheeks. Marvin loved
watching Malik's reactions to getting fucked, how his body always betrayed
his otherwise reserved demeanor, revealing his true excitement.
	Malik drooled into his pillow as he surrendered his ass to his
lover. With his eyes closed, he ground his own hard dick against the
mattress beneath him, timing his own strokes with the ones going up his
backside. He could tell by the way Marvin increased his pace that he was
getting close to blowing his wad. Marvin always came faster in the morning,
getting that first clearing of the pipes was as important as a fresh cup of
coffee. Malik wasn't allowed out of bed until he had sufficiently drained
Marvin's balls of its first load, if he did, there would be hell to pay all
day.

	Marvin could feel the remnants of his earlier loads coating his
dick, seeping out around his plunging shaft with every in and out thrust of
his hips. The excess cum made Malik's hole slicker, making for a smoother
fuck. Gobs of semen oozed from the tightly stretched anus, seeping down
into the bed sheets which Malik would later wash when he got home from
work. Marvin laid down on his back, his heavy weight pressing Malik further
into the mattress.
	Malik felt Marvin's lips kissing against his facial cheek, his
thick wet tongue digging into his sensitive ear. Malik lifted his head off
the pillow, moaning like a whore in heat as Marvin buried his dick over and
over, driving his thick meaty sausage well deep into the heated furnace
which was Malik's ass.

"Oh shit..., fuck me! Fuck me...!" moaned Malik, unable to hold back his
passion any longer as he ground his dick and threw his ass backwards at the
same time.

"Yur one hot bitch, you kno that...?" complimented Marvin, his lips in
Malik's ear as he wrapped one of his big strong arms under Malik's torso
and hugged his body from behind.
	Malik could feel his dick starting to tingle as he fucked back
against Marvin's ramrod. An explosion was building up inside of him as he
squirmed about in bed, trapped between the mattress and a hard place.

"Oh fuck...!" gasped the detective, feeling his orgasm hit. Marvin felt
Malik starting to buck back against him, losing control of his own body as
he started to cum all over the bed under him.

"That's it babee, gimme that nut...!" encouraged Marvin, pressing his hips
forward as he buried his dick and held it inside Malik's body just as he
went into convulsions. "That's it, boi..., dance on that dick!"

"AAHHHH...!!" yelled Malik, cumming hard.
	Marvin held in place as Malik's asshole throbbed and flexed around
his embedded wood. The slick sphincter muscles massaged his bloated dick
like a sucking vacuum, pulling his schlong inside like a black hole.

"That's it...! That's it..., git it boi...! Take my nut!" yelled Marvin,
losing his own load as it suddenly sped up his from his balls and out of
his pulsating shaft.
	Thick wads of hot cum fired from his throbbing woodie, splattering
inside and coating Malik's colon in fresh thick rich ball sludge.
	Malik could feel the big dick pulsing inside him as Marvin's chest
fell against his back, his heart rate beating through his muscled
chest. Just then the alarm clock sounded again, causing Marvin to reach
over to slap it one last time, accidentally breaking it as it crumbled into
pieces on the nightstand. "Oh shit, sorry babe...!" he said, rolling over
onto his back as he caught his breath.

"It's okay..." laughed Malik, prying himself up from the bed.
	Marvin chuckled to himself as Malik wobbled weakly into the
bathroom to shower and dress. He laid back in bed comfortably, his hands
tucked behind his head as he peered down over his massive chest and admired
his own physique. "What you got planned for today...?" asked Malik from the
bathroom.

"Nuthin...! Why...? You wanna come home for a quickie...?" asked Marvin,
arrogantly.

"No..." chuckled Malik, sitting on the toilet as he pissed and farted out
of the remnants of Marvin's overnight loads. "...I thought maybe you'd try
checking out some of those jobs we talked about in the paper...?" he
suggested, trying to be supportive.

"Maaannn..., ain't nobody tryin' to hire no convict!" said Marvin from the
bed.

"I know it ain't easy..., but you HAVE to look for something...! Your
parole officer is going to ask how many applications had you put in...?
They want to make sure you're working and not falling back into old
habits...!"

"By `old habits' you mean selling drugs...?" asked Marvin, "I told you, I
won't do that again...! I'm not going back to jail!"

"I know..." said Malik, flushing the toilet. "...but you HAVE to find a job
or you'll be in violation of your parole agreement...! The Parole Board's
not going to be interested in excuses..., they're going to want to know WHY
you're not working! When's your first meeting with your parole officer...?"

"This morning around 10am...!" answered Marvin, annoyed. Malik was fucking
up his afterglow, nagging him about a job after such an amazing fuck!

"Do you need a lift in...?" asked Malik, turning on the shower as he
adjusted the water temperature.

"No..., I'll get there myself...!" pouted Marvin, angrily.


Pt-2

SOUTH PHILLY

	An hour or so earlier in another part of town, 32 yr old
Puerto-rican police detective Maleece Cortez (5'11", 170 lbs with a medium
muscular build) was on top of his lover (22 yr old Caucasian officer Jake
Valentine [5'10", 174 lbs with an athletic muscular build]), sliding his
fat 7 and 1/2 inch dick in and out of Jake's spread bunghole in missionary
position.
	Jake's own dick lay limp against his abdomen as he stared up into
his lover's face, trying to read Maleece's vague facial expressions.

	Sex between the two lovers had been tense in the past weeks since
Maleece's return from working undercover in the Pennsylvania penal
system. There wasn't much that Maleece would talk about, except to say that
he had doubts he would make it home alive. Jake understood that Maleece had
been through quite an ordeal after being sent away to a slave camp by
former prison warden Dennis Ellis (The HOLE-68), trying to covet his own
shady deals from officials doing an undercover investigation against
him. But Maleece seemed unwilling to talk about it. Jake made sure to give
Maleece his space, having gone through his own personal hell while Male was
away.
	Jake still found it hard to believe that Tempest Williams had
managed to hook him on his street drug Sextasy while he and Marvin was on
the run for their lives (The HOLE-62). Tempest took them in under his
protective wing, insuring their safety while forcing Jake to take drugs and
get fucked by his horde of black male drug dealers. Jake closed his eyes in
shame as he pictured the line of black men taking turns on him in Tempest's
hideout. Jake had little choice than to let the men have their way as his
mind floated on clouds. The men used his cop body to jack off in, fucking
him for hours until his body was covered in slimy sweat and cum (The
HOLE-65 & 72).

	Jake's cock grew rock hard as he thought about the men taking turns
on him. Maleece grabbed hold of it, stroking it for him while he
fucked. Jake felt self-conscious about his hardon, knowing it wasn't
inspired by his boyfriend. He felt ashamed for sporting a hardon for the
drug dealers that fucked him instead of the man he confessed his love to.
	Maleece had no idea what torments Jake was going through mentally
as he stroked his cock in his hand while fucking him. Maleece liked the way
Jake's dick felt in his hand as he stroked his hand up and down the full
length. He found himself wondering how it might feel in his own ass? The
thought of being bent over and fucked was enough to make his dick throb in
Jake's ass. Jake felt the dick jumping inside him as it suddenly burst and
started flooding his bowels with warm ball juice.

"UUHHHH...!!" grunted Jake as his own dick started shooting in Maleece's
hand, coating both his stomach and chest and Malecee's stroking hand.
	Maleece collapsed down on Jake's chest, burying his head between
Jake's neck and shoulder as he panted and caught his breath. Jake felt
obligated to reach his hands up and caress Maleece's back as they both came
down from their highs. After a few short moments, Maleece pulled himself up
from the bed, heading in towards the bathroom down the hall to clean up for
work. Neither man said anything as Jake lay in bed feeling guilty for
having cum with the thoughts of other men in his head. Maleece went into
the bathroom and closed the door, looking down at his hand which still held
remnants of Jake's sperm all over it. Maleece stared down at the milky
white cream for several moments before finally giving into temptation as he
lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the ball sauce off.


Pt-3


PRECINCT-23 9am

	Malik drove into work, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour as
he pulled up to his Precinct's private parking lot. This was his first
official day back on the job as a reinstated officer, thanks to Captain
David McConnell for pulling a few strings in City Hall.
	Malik got out of his car as he took a deep breath, then walked in
through the back entrance. He was greeted warmly by a few fellow officers
who hadn't seen him in awhile. They shook his hand, treating him as one of
their own before going on about work as usual. Malik walked over to the
time clock and punched in, beginning his first day back.

"uh, Malik..." said the familiar voice of captain McConnell, catching Malik
off guard. "...can I see you in my office?"

"uh..., yes, sir...!" answered Malik, startled. He followed McConnell
through the maze of hallways until they came upon his private office.

"Close the door...!" insisted McConnell, taking his seat behind his usually
cluttered desk. As Malik closed the door, McConnell got his keys and
unlocked a small draw in his desk, pulling out two items. "Welcome back,
Detective!" said the Captain, placing Malik's old shield and weapon on his
desk.
	Malik's eyes lit up with recognition as he reached for his
property.

"Thank you sir!" he smiled broadly, proudly. "You had this all that
time...? How did you know I'd be back...?"

"I didn't..." said McConnell, pleased with the gleam in Malik's eyes. "...I
just had to hope that whatever caused you to quit the Force and become a
corrections' officer, would eventually run its course and make you come
back to your senses!"

"You're referring to Marvin, aren't you...?" asked Malik, reading between
the lines.

"Look Malik..." said McConnell, seriously. "...I won't pretend to
understand your relationship, but I do respect your judgment..., therefore
I hope you and mr Rollins is doing well...!"

"As well as can be expected, sir...!" said Malik, putting his shield in his
back pocket. "Marvin had to meet with his parole officer this morning..."

"How's he doing with that...?" asked McConnell, curiously.

"uh..., he's looking for work..., but no one's hiring convicted felons!"
informed Malik.

"And he needs to find a job in order to comply with his parole
agreement...! I see..." said McConnell, thoughtfully. "I might be able to
help you out with that...!" he suddenly added, grabbing a pen off his desk
as he scribbled down an address. "Have Marvin check this restaurant out...,
I know the owner, and he doesn't discriminate...!"

"Thanks, sir...!" beamed Malik, taking the address. "I really appreciate
this!"

"Don't mention it...! Just make sure he doesn't go back to selling
drugs..., or we'll have to arrest him again!" warned McConnell.

"I will, sir!" assured Malik, tucking the note. Just then there was a knock
at the door. "Come in, Maleece...!" yelled McConnell, looking up at the
door.

"You wanted to see me, sir...?" asked Maleece Cortez, looking in. When his
eyes met Malik's he gasped in shocked surprise, a cold chill quickly
running up his spine. "Oh, I..., I didn't know you had company..." he said,
ready to back out.

"No, come in...!" insisted McConnell. "Close the door!"
	Maleece walked in, quietly closing the office door behind him as he
walked over and stood beside Malik in front of the Captain's desk. "I know
you and Malik have been through a lot together while you were both being
held against your wills at that Prison Plantation Ellis had you sent to..."
(chaps-68 & 79 The HOLE). Neither Malik nor Maleece said anything as they
both purposely kept from looking at each other for fear of having
flashbacks. "...I know you both have separately been seeing the police
psychiatrist about your ordeals, trying to make sense out of what happened
to you! I just want to insure you both that NO ONE in this department knows
exactly what happened..., nothing you discussed with the Prosecutor went
beyond those four walls!"

"Thank you, sir!" said Maleece, feeling the one with the most to lose if
the secret about their torment got out.

"As part of your healing..., I've decided to partner you two in narcotics!"
added McConnell, bringing shocked looks to both men's faces. "I think it
would be good for you both to be able to talk about your ordeal to one
another, seeing how neither of you have likely divulged anything to your
significant others...!"

"But sir..., I don't see why we need to relive..." started Maleece, getting
a stern look from his Captain which quickly told him to shut up.

"You don't need to see, detective..., that's why I'm here...!" interrupted
McConnell, anticipating some reluctance. "Your partnering was not a
request, gentlemen..., it was an order!"

"Yes, sir!" said both men in unison.

"Now why don't you go help Malik get reacquainted with everything...? Get
him caught up to speed with our current cases..., you two are going to be
working with each other for a long time! Get used to it!"

"Yes, sir!" said Maleece, heading for the door. Once outside McConnell's
office, he and Malik looked at each other for the first time...

"I'm all yours..." said Malik, ready to start working.

"Let's get one thing straight, Malik..." whispered Maleece, his face
turning angry. "...anything that happened in that Prison Plantation STAYS
at that Prison Plantation! I'm not interested in talking about it, thinking
about it, remembering it, reliving it, or deciphering it, --ever! Got it!?"

"Got it!" answered Malik, stunned by Maleece's reaction.

"I hope so..., cause I'd hate to have to kick your ass on your first day
back!" threatened Maleece, walking off.

"Oh really...?" asked Malik, following close behind...


Pt-4

SPRING GARDEN St

	Marvin Rollins walked into his parole officer's office for his
first scheduled appointment after being released from prison. 30 yr old
Spanish American Alvin Perez (6'1", 175 lbs with a strong muscular
physique, dark black curly hair and a thick bushy mustache), had 10 years
experience as a Philadelphia Police Officer before becoming a parole
officer.
	He greeted Marvin with a firm handshake, then invited him into his
office which was separated from his 4 colleagues. Once seated, Perez
started to go through his computer files, pulling up Marvin's information.

"Are you prepared to give me a piss sample today, mr Rollins...?" he asked,
pulling a plastic lidded cup from his desk.

"Definitely..." answered Marvin, taking the cup. "Where can I piss...?"

"Unfortunately you HAVE to do it in my presence..." said Perez, sitting
back behind his desk. "...I need to actually SEE you pee..., to make sure
you didn't smuggle in someone else's...!"

"So what...? You want me to pee right here in yur office...?" asked Marvin.

"Here's as good a place as any!" smiled Perez, showing his prominent
dimples.

	Marvin hunched his shoulders, then unzipped his pants as he pulled
his soft fat penis out of the slit. He noticed Perez's eyes zero in on his
manhood, a familiar gleam in his eyes told him that the parole officer
might be interested in more than just a piss sample. "So..., have you found
a job yet...?" inquired Perez.

"No..., not yet." answered Marvin, holding the plastic cup down underneath
his dick before letting the piss flow. Perez watched as the cup started to
fill.

"Have you been looking...?" asked Perez, alternating between Marvin's dick
and face.

"Yeah, of course..." said Marvin, giving Perez a good show as he removed
his hand and just allowed his dick to hang down relieving itself. "...but
you know ain't too many peeps lookin' to hire no convict fresh outta jail!"

"Maybe not..., but the terms of you agreement is that you promised to find
a job as fast as possible..., goes a long way to show you're actually
serious about your rehabilitation!"

"I am..." said Marvin, his piss flow stopping just short of the cup's
brim. "...but I can't force somebody to hire me...!"

"Well you do know that it's fully within my ability to go back to the Board
and recommend rather or not I believe you ought to be sent back to
prison...? IF I believe you're not actually trying to fulfill your
obligations...!" suggested Perez, as Marvin tapped the last droplets of
piss from his dick head.

"So you're gonna bust my balls over this...?" asked Marvin, handing Perez
back the cup.

"hmmm..." smirked Perez at the thought, his eyes zeroed in on Marvin's dick
and balls. "...personal tastes aside, you need to SHOW me you're committed
to doing what you're obligated to do!"

"Show you how...?" asked Marvin, his dick still hanging outside of his
pants.

"I might be inclined to give you more time to find a job..., if I KNEW you
were serious about getting one!" said Perez.

"I am serious...!" said Marvin.

"Prove it!" challenged Perez.

"How...?" asked Marvin.

"You're an ex-con..., YOU tell me how...!" said Perez, looking up into
Marvin's face, before slowly dropping his eyes back down at his dick.
	Marvin caught the subtle gesture as his dick suddenly started to
rise. Perez's eyes lit up as Marvin's dark dick grew bigger and bigger, in
total proportion with his bulky body.

"Is THIS what you meant...?" asked Marvin, looking down at his dick as it
stood 10" out from his body.

"It's definitely a start...!" said Perez, getting up from his desk as he
walked around and stood before Marvin. "I'm not exactly sure what you plan
to have me DO with that thing, mister Rollins...?" said Perez, looking down
at it.

"Why don't you git closer to it, and discuss it over...?" asked Marvin,
pushing Perez down onto his knees.
	Officer Perez allowed himself to kneel in front of the ex-convict,
coming face to face with his enormous rod. Marvin waited silently as Perez
looked it over, closely examining it as a housewife would a package of meat
from the supermarket.
	Perez took the rock hard phallus in his hand, feeling it's girth
and weight. The dick was indeed big and heavy, like a really thick
billy-club. The head was fat and round, with a deep piss slit and low
hanging heavy balls. Perez wondered how big Marvin's cum loads were as he
silently leaned forward and licked the tip.

	Marvin stifled a groan as he watched the Rican officer tentatively
lick his dick. Perez kissed the head, swiping his tongue across the slit,
looking to taste any pre-cum. He took the head into his mouth, sucking
softly as he got a feel for the dick. He liked the way Marvin's dick head
filled his oral cavity, like a huge mushroom on the tip of a large
chocolate bar.
	Slowly he inched his lips down the shaft, taking more of the it
into his mouth. Marvin watched with growing interest as Perez slowly sank
over half his ram rod into his mouth. Perez's lips stretched to accommodate
the huge girth as they inched ever so slowly down towards the hidden pelvis
patch.

	Three quarters of the way down Marvin expected Perez to back off in
defeat, unable to swallow his dick whole. But the insatiable parole officer
continued his slow descent, taking more and more dick into his mouth as his
throat ballooned and his face reddened with strain.
	His lips past the 3/4 mark as Marvin's eyes widened with
delight. Had he inadvertently stumbled upon a bonafide cocksucker? He
watched with anticipation as officer Perez pressed his face down into his
crotch, successfully swallowing all thick 10 inches of big hard black
dick. Marvin couldn't resist grabbing the back of Perez's curly hair,
grinding his face into his groin as he churned his heavy wood around in his
throat.

"Damn man..., where'd you learn to suck dick like that...??" asked Marvin,
relaxing his grip as Perez slowly pulled back, expelling the entire length
from his mouth.

"I had seven older brothers...!" smiled Perez, before taking the entire
length back down into his throat.

"Damn...!" smiled Marvin, feeling his dick slide down velvety richness.

	Perez churned his head around in Marvin's crotch before pulling
back again, sliding his lips tightly up the shaft. He bobbed his head back
and forth, fucking his mouth along the column. Indeed he did learn how to
suck cock from his siblings, eating dick ever day from the time he was six
years old. His older brother Perry used to make him suck his dick whenever
his girlfriend refused. He'd come into Alvin's room and insist he give him
head, or else he wouldn't allow Alvin to play with his video games
anymore. Alvin loved his brother, but loved playing his video games more,
so he sucked Perry off whenever Perry wanted.
	Perry shared his secret with his younger brother Jose, Jose watched
Alvin suck Perry once or twice before demanding being serviced
himself. Soon most of his brothers were getting their dicks sucked, using
Alvin's mouth as a suitable substitute for their girlfriends (or lack
thereof). When Alvin's oldest brother Hector found out what his brothers
were doing, he took Alvin under his wing, and taught him how best to suck
big dicks. Alvin would be eternally grateful to his siblings for showing
him how to suck cock, as it had been his favorite of all past times. Perez
sucked dick in school and high school, and again when he joined the police
academy. He blew his partners and his best friends, giving them head
whenever they wanted. But his life changed when he ate his first convict
dick, it was something about blowing a criminal that made his head swirl
with lust. The first time it happened was in the backseat of his patrol
car. He had picked up a guy he believed was a known drug dealer, pushing
him against the cruiser as he patted him down for weapons. When he got
around to the man's crotch, he could feel his hard dick through his pants.

"Like what you feel...?" asked the criminal, looking back over his
shoulder. Officer Perez got pissed at the man's cockiness, and handcuffed
him before throwing him in the back of his patrol car.
	Somehow the man's erection popped out of his open fly. Officer
Perez bent forward to tuck it back inside his pants, when he got a good
look at it. The hard dick was about 8" long, black and beautiful. Without
thinking about it twice, Perez leaned over and took the cock in his
mouth. He sucked the drug dealer off right there in his police cruiser on a
city street. He bobbed his head up and down, pushing the cock into his
throat with every downward stroke. The drug dealer protested at first, but
stopped complaining when he realized how good the officer was at giving
head. Perez sucked him for 3 whole minutes before the man popped in his
mouth, shooting his rich thick criminal cum straight down the back of his
throat. Afterwards Perez tucked the softening dick back into the man's
pants, and arrested him. The perp complained about police brutality,
claiming Perez sucked his dick without his permission. But without a single
bruise on him to collaborate his story, the police dismissed his claims as
hostile. Six months later Perez quite his job on the Force and became a
parole officer, where he dealt with convicts on a regular basis.

	Marvin now stood in officer Perez's office, getting the shit sucked
out of his 10" hard sausage. He allowed Perez to suck his dick at will,
bobbing his head back and forth and swallowing the entire shaft when he
felt like it. Heavy suck and slurp sounds could be heard throughout the
office as Marvin stood in the same spot, thrusting his meat down into the
kneeling officer's fresh face.
	For nearly 10 minutes Perez sucked Marvin's meat, giving it the
best blow job he could possibly give given their situation. Just outside
his door was an office full of people, working away on their computers,
taking phone calls, and looking for more convicts. Perez took Marvin's dick
into his throat over and over again, churning his lips down around the
thick base as he corkscrewed his head back and forth. Marvin could feel his
dick steeling up as it prepared to let loose its cargo. Perez could sense
the oncoming flood as he sucked harder, smashing his face into the
convict's groin. Marvin could feel the lips gliding up and down his shaft,
bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Here it comes, babee...!" announced Marvin, feeling his balls knot as his
dick throbbed, then sent a torrent of cum through the long hard shaft.
	Perez braced himself for the shot as it took Marvin's hammer
straight down into the back of his throat and held it. He waited all of one
second before the first cumshot shot directly into his stomach. "AAWWW
fuck...!" groaned Marvin, feeling another shot shoot from his pulsing
dick. He grabbed onto Perez's head and shoulder as the third and forth
cumshots shot down his throat as well. Perez pulled back slowly as the
fifth, six, and seventh cumshots filled his mouth, allowing him to taste
the sperm for the first time.
	Marvin breathed heavily as his dick finally started to calm down,
the last of his load slowly oozing onto Perez's talented tongue. The
officer continued to suck Marvin's softening dick clean, long after he'd
finished cumming. When he was finally done, Perez pulled off and stood up,
as Marvin tucked himself and fixed his clothing.

"Am I free to go...?" asked Marvin, feeling totally drained and light
headed.

"Yeah, you can go..." said Perez, picking up Marvin's piss specimen from
the desk. "...while I have this analyzed by our labs...!"

"Whatever!" said Marvin, leaving the office as Perez turned the cup up to
his nose and sniffed. Still hot from the blow job, he turned the cup up to
his lips and started to drink. The piss was cold and rancid, but the heavy
yellow tent made Perez feel like he was drinking his favorite brew as he
tilted up the cup and drained it dry.

"ah..., delicious...!" he said, smacking his lips just as another ex-con
came in for another scheduled appointment.


Pt-5

MIAMI FLORIDA

	Passengers exit the new arrivals gate, eager to start their
vacations on the sunny sands of Miami's Beaches, or to rush to their hotels
for a quick bite to eat and a short nap before attending important business
matters. But there is one passenger visiting Miami with totally different
agenda in mind. "This way, sir...!" said his assistant, guiding him to a
black Lincoln Town Car waiting just outside the terminal.

"Do we know where she is...?" asked the man, getting into the backseat, his
black cane with its very distinctive gold handle formed from the shape of
his hard phallus in hand as the driver slowly pulled away from the curb.

"The gay strip here in Miami is a very small one..." informed the assistant
(Brian Dunn), pulling papers from his briefcase. "...SHE's headlining at
one of the popular tranny hangouts on South Beach, under the assumed name
Divine!"

"Good..., let's go there now...!" said the man.

"Now...?" asked Dunn, surprised. "D...don't you want to go to the hotel to
freshen up first...?" he asked, respectfully.

"We're not here for vacation..." informed the man sternly, his eyes
narrowing as his mind stayed focused on one goal. "...we're here to get
back what's mine!"

"Understood, Tempest!" said Dunn, knowing Tempest was not to be toyed with
when he had that look in his eye. "Driver..., take us to the nightclub
Façade!"

"They won't be open for a few more hours...!" informed the driver, familiar
with all Miami's nightspots.

"It doesn't matter...!" said Dunn, putting away his briefcase as his boss
unzipped his pants. Dunn knew exactly was expected of him as he quietly
leaned over and took Tempest's soft penis in his mouth without being
ordered. The driver's eyes alternated watching the road and the show in the
backseat as Dunn began to bob his head up and down in Tempest's lap, his
lips sliding up and down the long spit wet shaft hardening outside the
zipper.
	Tempest said nothing as he simply looked out the window, imagining
the look on Peaches' face when she saw him sitting out in the audience
during her show. For the last year he believed her dead, killed in gunfire
in a shootout between drug dealers and FBI agents (chap-30 Precinct Twenty
Three). Tempest smiled to himself when he thought of how badly she was
going to wish she had died, once he's finished torturing her alive!

Continued...

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