Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 22:01:14 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: The Precinct II - pt2

THE PRECINCT - pt2
Title: RELAPSE

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
MIAMI FLA

	South Beach is a melting pot of cultures. The streets (vibrant with
colors) are usually bustling with activity with sidewalk venders, open
space cafes, and shops galore before coming alive at night with a multitude
of flamboyant nightclubs.
      One such spot is Club Façade, where the entertainers are all male
drag queens impersonating some of the biggest female performers in the
music industry: Cher, Diana Ross, Gloria Estephan, Beyonce, Janet.,
Madonna, Brittney Spears, Tina Turner, just to name a few.

	Its owners (Alan Chip & Carl Dale) are two gay men, lovers who
started the club some 20 years ago. Since then it's become the jewel of
South Beach, the meeting place of every gay man wanting to be something
more.
	Their showstopper is a nightly closing act of divine lip singing
and choreographed dancing by the club's biggest star..., The Lady Divine!
Each night is packed full with tourists and regulars who drop by to catch
the show. She's a celebrity amongst the locals and is often featured in The
Gay Guide's `must see' category (no small feat for someone who'd only been
in Miami a little less than a year).

"Five minutes, Divine!" yelled the stage manager, speaking through the
star's dressing room door.

"Okay Shelby...!" she yelled back, donning her latest face and costume:
tight fitting leather corset, thigh high black stiletto boots, white
tights, silver brassier, and headgear. She was just finishing the last
touches of her stunning futuristic makeup when she saw the dressing room
door open. "You said 5 minutes, Shel...!"

"5 minutes is up!" said the man in the doorway.
	Divine's eyes widened with fear when she saw the man's silhouette
in the darkened doorway. "Tempest...?" she whispered to herself before
actually seeing his face appear backwards in her mirror.

"Hello Peaches...!" smiled Tempest Williams, stepping into the
room. Peaches said nothing as she sat in her chair paralyzed, her wide
shocked eyes the only message of her inner thoughts as her heartbeat
quickened tenfold. "I thought you were dead..." continued Tempest, looking
about the small dressing room which was cluttered with hanging
garments. "...imagine my surprise when I found out that you were alive and
well, and living here in sunny mother fuckin' Miami...!"
	Peaches swallowed (hard) as she held back the urge to scream out
loud, to cause attention to herself as the music pump loudly in the
distance. Tempest looked back down at the woman sitting before him, his
eyes narrowing as he focused on her perfectly made face. "Where's my money,
bitch!?" he asked in a venomous tone.

	But before she could answer, Shelby appeared in the doorway behind
Tempest. "You're up next, Divine...!" said the stage manager, causing
Tempest to turn his head in his direction.
	Seizing the opportunity, Peaches bolted for the side door. She ran
as fast as she could (surprising fast for a man in heels). She busted
through the door and down the hall like a bat out of hell, bumping into
people as she sped for the fire exit. She hit the back door and out fire
escape, nearly falling down the metal steps before correcting her balance
and continuing. She jumped the last 5 steps to the ground (losing a heel)
and ran towards the nearest street. At the end of the alley she saw a
car. The headlights turned on, eliminating the alleyway behind the club as
the driver opened his door and stepped out. Peaches stopped in her tracks,
figuring it was one of Tempest's hired henchmen. She turned around and ran
in the opposite direction, back towards the other end of the alley. But
before she could make it to potential freedom, the side door to the club
opened as Tempest emerged, pulling from his coat a large handgun which he
quickly aimed in Peaches' direction, causing her to stop in place.
	Peaches stood still, holding her hands up as her chest heaved
heavily for breath. Tempest calmly (coolly) walked down the fire escape and
over to her, a prominent smirk on his smug face.

"Tempest...!" was all Peaches got to utter before being back slapped across
the face with the back of Tempest's hand, sending her headdress flying as
she fell backwards into the piles of garbage cans lined against the back
fence. The stage manager and a couple of Peaches show friends came to the
back door to see what happened to her, and saw Tempest shoving her into the
back of his rented car at gun point. They pulled out their cell phones and
began calling 9-1-1 as the car sped off down the alleyway out of sight,
never to be seen again.
	Peaches sat in the back seat, her back pressed up against the
locked door as Tempest directed the driver to the airport.

"I'm taking your ass back home to Philly..." he said, visibly angry as he
tried to contain his temper. "...but when we get back, you're gonna tell me
where my money is..., than I'm gonna make you WISH you died in that gun
fight!" (referring to the shootout with Tempest and the FBI back in the
final chapters of Precinct-23).
	Brian Dunn was summoned silently as Tempest spread his legs,
allowing the slim slender assistant to snake in-between down on the car
floor. Peaches watched as Dunn unfastened Tempest's pants and fished out
his enormous erection. Peaches turned her head in disgust as Dunn proceeded
to suck Tempest off. Tempest eyes never left Peaches as Dunn worked his
mouth up and down his shaft, swallowing every inch of the boss's meat.


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PHILADEPHIA, PA Precinct-23

	27 yr old police detective Malik Jones went over the latest case
files with his new partner (Maleece Cortez) and the Narcotics Department at
the Precinct, getting updated with current cases and learning strategies on
their ongoing war on drugs.

"Are we still doing undercover in the school system...?" asked Malik,
looking up from the paperwork.

"We had to suspend the school projects after you left..." said detective
Hightower, walking by Malik's desk on his way to the coffee pot. "...none
of us looked young enough to pass as teenagers!"

"Are we going back to that...?" asked Malik curiously, rubbing the new
mustache he had allowed to grow over his top lip.

"No need to..." said detective Macnamara, tossing Malik another
folder. "...Tempest ain't using kids to smuggle drugs in their assholes
anymore...! Once we got hip to it he found other alternatives to circulate
his products!" informed the detective, staring at Malik's reaction. "By the
way..., good work on breaking that case...! How'd it feel taking those huge
metal balls up your asshole...? Bet it smarted like hell, eh?" smirked
Macnamara.

"No different than the rimming you used to give me!" joked Malik with a
serious face, never looking up from his file.

"What's that supposed to mean...?" asked Macnamara, insulted.

"Let it rest, Scott..., it was just a joke!" said his partner (Hightower),
as he walked back to his desk with a fresh Styrofoam cup of coffee. "Look,
I'm out of here...! What's say we start introducing Malik to out contacts
tomorrow?"

"I'm with that...!" said Macnamara, shutting down his computer as he pushed
his chair under his desk. "See you girls tomorrow!"
	Malik said nothing as he watched Hightower and Macnamara head
towards the time clock. He looked over at his partner Maleece, who had
nothing to say about anything as he sat behind his desk going over files.

"Did I do something wrong...?" asked Malik, as Maleece squirmed
uncomfortably in his chair.

"Macnamara's just being a prick..., ignore him!" advised Maleece.

"I'm not talking about Macnamara...!" said Malik, getting a strange look
from his partner. "Ever since I got here, you've been giving me the cold
shoulder..., like I've done something to you personally...!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Maleece, tossing the folder
as he got up from his seat to leave.

"Look Maleece..." said Malik, grabbing Maleece's arm. "...I understand that
we've been through a lot together, what with what happened at the
Plantation and all...! But I'm not the enemy here..., we're both on the
same side...!"

"Are we...?" chuckled Maleece doubtful, as he yanked back his arm.

"Yeah..., we ARE!" insisted Malik firmly, standing up for himself.
	Maleece looked around to make sure they were totally alone before
leaning forward to whisper...

"When I got back from working undercover in Piedmont Penitentiary, the guys
all had questions about how I managed to stay away from all the hard-up
horny inmates lurking around the prison, looking to shove their hard cocks
up y ass...?! You're the only one here who knows exactly what I went
through behind bars..., who knows all of the disgusting things that
happened to me against my will! Seeing you every day, and now having to sit
beside you all day as my partner, is a constant reminder of what happened
to me! I don't need that in my life right now! So forgive me if I act a
lil' distant...!" explained Maleece, testily.

"I understand, Maleece...! Like you said, --I was there, and you're
secret's safe with me! We're in the same boat here...!" reasoned Malik.

"We're NOT in the same boat, Malik...!" corrected Maleece, upset with the
comparison. "I went into Piedmont to investigate Ellis for you and captain
McConnell..., YOU went into Piedmont to get some convict's dick! We ARE NOT
in the same boat!"

"Oh..., and I suppose you and Jake Valentine are just roommates...??"
countered Malik, making Maleece turn red in the face.

"Jake and I're..." he started, but stopped before the words could come out.

"Are what...? Just friends...?" asked Malik, knowing better. "Come on,
Maleece..., it's ME, remember...? I know everything!"

"Fuck off, Malik!" shouted Maleece, losing his cool as he headed for the
time clock to punch out.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	22 year old off duty uniformed police officer Jake Valentine sat in
his personal car, eyeing a couple of drug dealers hanging out on a north
Philly street corner. Jake hated himself for not being stronger, for
falling for Tempest's drugs and becoming addicted to Sextasy. He tried
staying clean after his boyfriend (Maleece) came back from working
undercover in the prison system, but nothing was as it used to be,
--somehow during their separation they changed, becoming different
people. Jake still loved Maleece, but there seemed to be a lot of outside
obstacles keeping them from committing like they used to.
	Obstacles neither of them were willing to admit to each other.

	Jake recognized two of the drug dealers on the corner as K-Lo and
Smooch (from chap-77 of the original series). K-Lo was about 6', 190 lbs
with a thick solid build, while Smooch (only 17) was 5'9", 160 lbs with a
slim build. Neither man had noticed Jake as he sat in his car watching
them, contemplating going over to them.
	Everything in Jake soul told him to go home, to wait for Maleece
and get over his drug and black cock addictions. But something in his heart
and veins told him to stay, to test the waters and get another taste of
both addictive drugs.

	Jake shut off his engine as he pulled his keys from the ignition
and got out of the car. He felt awkward, being the only white man in that
part of town. He zipped his jacket up and flipped the collar before heading
across the street. Both K-Lo and Smooch were talking. A car slowed up just
as Jake was about to approach. He noticed Smooch walk over to it as he
leaned down and spoke to the guy in the passenger's seat. A moment later
the man passed Smooch some folded money as Smooch reached into his pocket
and pulled out a vale of Sextasy and handed it to him. The car took off
soon after, leaving K-Lo and Smooch to continue their conversation where
they left off.
	Jake walked up just as the two black men noticed him. "Wussup
playa...? Lookin' for a score...?" asked K-Lo, believing Jake a
customer. "Got that weed, got that Sextasy, got them hoes around the
corner...!"

"Hey K-Lo...!" said Jake, getting a double take from the dealer.

"Who the fuck'r you...??!" asked K-Lo, not recognizing the police officer.

"Jake...!" called Smooch, his dick springing hard as soon as he saw him.

"Oh damn..., the cop!" said K-lo, finally recognizing Jake. "All you white
mother fuckers look alike!" he joked at Jake's expense. "What you here for
cop..., another hit of this?!" asked K-lo, grabbing his meaty crotch.

"I...I was hoping for some more Sextasy...!" said Jake, unable to keep his
eyes from looking at the drug dealers' packages.

"Oh we got some Sex for you, cop..." assured K-lo, directing Jake back to
their place down the street. "...more Sex than you can handle!" he offered,
putting his hand on Jake's butt as he guided him down the street.

"Lo...Look gentlemen..." started Jake in protest. "...all I'm here for is
Sextasy...!"

"We gotchu, sweet cheeks...!" insisted K-lo, pushing the door to their
building open. "Come upstairs with us, and we'll make sure you get exactly
what you're lookin' for!"

"Why can't you give it to me here...?" asked Jake, nervously.

"Cuz..., we gotta check to make sure you ain't carrying no bugs...!"
explained K-lo, leading the way inside.
	Jake looked back at Smooch in frustration. The 17 year old merely
shrugged his shoulders, his dick bulging prominently from his crotch as he
held his arm out as to show Jake the way inside.

"We'll hook you up...!" assured the kid, holding the door open.
	Jake watched K-lo reach the top of the second floor before he made
up his mind to go in. He slowly ascended the steps as Smooch closed the
door behind them. At the top of the steps, he walked down towards the drug
dealer's apartment. K-lo was already inside, along with another drug dealer
Jake didn't recognize.

"Who the fuck is he...?" asked the man, dressed only in jeans and sweat
socks.

"This..., is the entertainment for the night!" said K-lo, introducing the
two men. "Diamond, this is Jake..., Jake, Diamond! Jake's a cop!"

"A cop...?!?" asked Diamond, grabbing a gun from behind his waist as he
quickly aimed it up at Jake. Jake jumped back, throwing his hands in the
air.

"I'm off duty...!" he assured, nervously.

"He's kewl, Diamond!" vouched Smooch.

"Kewl...?" asked Diamond, slow to lower his weapon. "I ain't never met no
cop who was kewl!"

"This one is!" said K-lo, motioning for Jake to come closer. "He's a freak!
A real cum slut! Tempest turned him out a few months ago, had us all pull a
train on him while he was fucked up on Sextasy! Now he's hooked on both!
Ain't that right, freak bitch?"
	Jake lowered his head in shame, knowing this was a big mistake.

"I heard about this guy..." said Diamond, lowering his gun. "...heard he
was a real slut!"

"Heard he had some good as pussy too, no doubt!" added K-lo, knowingly.

"That he does!" agreed Smooch, palming Jake's ass.

"You had some too, kid...?" asked Diamond, sounding surprised.

"This hoe gives it up to anybody when he's pumped up..." informed
K-lo. "...I bet he'd give that ass up to a bus load of kindergartners if he
were high enough! He's a total dump!"

"Bet!" said Diamond enthusiastically, tossing his gun on the couch as he
lowered his arms to his sides. "Let's see what this bitch can do!"

"You heard him, whore...! Show your stuff!" ordered K-lo.
	Jake hesitated before walking over to the new guy and falling to
his knees before him. Diamond was a big guy, about 6'4", 185 lbs with a
muscular build. His skin was dark chocolate, causing his diamond earring to
stand out like a star on the side of his head.
	Jake reached up to unbutton the big man's pants, eager to see what
his equipment looked like. Diamond watched from above as Jake unfastened
his waistband, then pulled his pants and baggy boxers down around his
thighs to free his medium long phallus.

	Jake's eyes lit up like saucers when he saw the size of Diamond's
soft penis and dark pubic hair. He lifted the heavy pub, aiming it up to
his mouth as he encircled his lips around it. Diamond said nothing as he
locked his fingers around Jake's head, his dick slowly growing longer and
harder in Jake's talented mouth. Jake buried his nose in the black man's
crotch, breathing the musky scent of his unwashed pubes in his flaring
nostrils.
	The dick grew longer in his mouth, the fat wide head reaching down
into his throat as Jake's neck began to balloon open to accommodate. K-lo
and Smooch watched as Jake's face reddened, his eyes bulging from the
strain as the dick fattened and lengthened down in his esophagus. Diamond
kept waiting for Jake to choke, but the talented officer held his ground
with his handsome face pressed tightly in the drug man's crotch, his big
fat dick churning comfortably in his throat.

"Shit..., where'd Tempest find this bitch...?" asked Diamond, releasing
Jake's head.
	Jake slowly receded his thin pink lips up the long hard shaft,
slowly revealing the true length of Diamond's dick.

"Damn..., he ate all that...??" asked Smooch in surprise.
	Jake took in a deep breath of air before sliding his lips back down
on the shaft, taking it all the way back into his throat. "How big is that
thing, anyway...?" he asked, curiously.

"10 and 1/2 inches!" said Diamond proudly, as Jake deep throated him one
more time. "uhhh fuck...!" moaned the drug dealer, feeling his dick move
down into Jake's throat.

"Told you he was good!" laughed K-lo, rubbing his own sizable bulge through
his pants.

"Good ain't the word man...!" sighed Diamond, feeling Jake's face grinding
in his pubes again. "This shit's enough to make you leave your woman!"

"His ass's just as good!" promoted Smooch.

"Better!" argued K-lo.

"Better than this...??" asked Diamond, watching Jake whore his throat down
around his dick base. "I fuckin' doubt it!"

"Suit yourself!" said K-lo, undoing his own pants as he watched Jake bob
his head in Diamond's lap. Diamond took a seat on the sofa as Jake followed
him, his mouth never missing a beat as he swallowed the big dick from tip
to root over and over.
	K-lo removed his own pants as he wrestled with Jake's, pulling them
down by the waist until his big pale ass came into view. Jake never stopped
sucking cock as K-lo prepared to bone him from behind. "Get me some
lube...!" instructed K-lo, sending Smooch into one of the bedrooms. Smooch
came back quickly with a bottle of baby oil. K-lo smeared a good deal of it
along Jake's hairless pink asshole and his hard 8 incher. He aligned his
dick up with Jake's hole, poising the head at the anal lips. Jake could
feel the head touch upon his hole, his own hardon growing stiff between his
legs as K-lo shoved in.

	Diamond watched over Jake's bobbing head as K-lo's fat dick sank
into Jake's warm hole. K-lo ground his pelvis into Jake's ass as he
sheathed the entire length balls deep inside. Jake lifted his mouth off
Diamond's dick just long enough to moan aloud, before resuming sucking
where he left off.
	Jake felt himself go light headed with lust as he was filled at
both ends. Being stuffed full of black cock was as fulfilling as any
drug. He looked up at Diamond's well cut body, his black muscles, defined
chest, and rippled stomach made him one of the sexiest men around. Jake
took his big dick into his throat again and again, knowing Diamond loved
it. He loved hearing the black man moan every time he deep throated him,
knowing he probably wasn't getting it done often.

	K-lo held Jake by the waist as he pumped his dick straight through
him, feeding his asshole 8 full inches of thug dick. He watched his own
meat sliding through the stretched pink asshole, watching it swallow him
whole from behind. He slammed his pelvis into the fat round butt cheeks,
see-sawing his way through the cop's plush tailbone.
	Jake felt Diamond hook his hand behind his head as he forced him to
bob faster. Jake could sense the drug dealer getting close to cumming as he
began to hump his hips up into his face. Jake tightened his lips around the
thrusting shaft as Diamond took his head in both hands and buried his rod
bone deep. Jake felt his air supply shut off as the dick lodged itself
somewhere down in his throat then swelled. Diamond threw his head back in
ecstasy as his dick throbbed, then suddenly started to pump fresh thick cum
straight down into Jake's stomach.

"awww fuck yeah...!!" moaned Diamond, feeling his dick pulse in Jake's
throat.
	Jake felt the cum pouring into him, his lips sealed around the
pulsating base even as K-lo continued to fuck him.

"Shit man..., you bust a nut already...?" asked K-lo, grabbing Jake's
shoulders as he hammered hard into his asshole.

"Fuck that shit was good...!" sighed Diamond, still hugging Jake's head in
his lap.
	Jake couldn't breathe with the hard dick closing off his breathing
passages. He simply held his breath while the cock continued to cum, giving
his gullet the last few bursts before dying down. When Diamond's grip
relaxed on his head, Jake slowly pulled back, unblocking his breathing
passages as he gulped down some much needed air through his nose. He could
feel K-lo fucking him harder, driving his dick through his rectum like a
battering ram. Jake hiked his ass higher, enjoying the slap of his hairy
balls against his ass with every inward thrust. K-lo grabbed a fistful of
Jake's hair, yanking his head backwards as he pulled the muscular cop back
onto his dick. Jake's mouth gaped open, causing him to lose the semi-hard
cock from between his lips. He groaned in pain as he closed his eyes and
gave his ass up.
	K-lo lost control of his hips as he beat his dick through Jake's
gut. He could feel the animal coming out of him as his brutal instincts
kicked in. He pulled his dick free from the sucking hole, leaving it gaping
open before slamming forth and reburying the entire shaft down to the
balls. Jake wailed erotically, his dick jerking beneath him between his
legs. K-lo pulled out again, pulling his big bloated dick free before
ramming in again bone deep.

	Jake's body trembled as the dick bore through him to the base. But
before his body could adjust, it was suddenly withdrawn again, leaving his
hungry hole gaping open and begging for more. "You want this dick back in
you, hoe...?" asked K-lo, receiving a heated wail in response. He took that
as a `yes' as he shoved his dick back in, spearing the cop on the end of
his rod. Jake's handsome face turned angelic as his bottom lip
quivered. K-lo ground his dick around in his gut when Jake's balls finally
exploded, sending a torrent of cum onto the floor beneath him.
	Jake moaned out loud, his eyes closed shut as his mouth gaped
open. He was still in the midst of orgasm when he suddenly felt something
splattering against his face. He opened his eyes just in time to see 17
year old Smooch standing over his face jacking off. Smooch lost his load
after watching his two friends fuck the police officer. Jake extended his
tongue, trying to capture some of the flying cum in his mouth. At that very
moment K-lo felt his asshole spasm around his dick, triggering his own
orgasm as he began to flood Jake's bare hole with his gushing cum rush.

"awww fuck...!!" he grunted as his dick fired forth.
	Jake could feel the dick jumping in his ass as he sealed his lips
around Smooch's pulsing manhood. Smooch finished off in Jake's mouth as the
officer ate what was left of his cum.

"Shit, that was off the hook!" said the teenager, a witness to four orgasms
in 10 minutes.

"Damn straight!" said K-lo, his dick still draining in Jake's ass. He
reached down into his pants pocket, pulling a small vale from a count of
many. "Here, bitch..., you earned this!" he said, dangling it in front of
Jake's face.
	Jake peeked through the haze of cum covering his face as he grabbed
the vale. K-lo and Smooch removed their dicks, allowing him up off the
floor. Jake licked his lips, feeling Smooch's load dripping down his face
as the men all redressed.

"Yo..., that was a good job...!" greeted Diamond, tucking his dick as he
stood up. "Feel free to stop by anytime, man...! This dick is yours
whenever you want it!"

"Thanks!" smiled Jake, shaking the dealer's hand as he pocketed his drugs
and headed for the door.
	Jake walked from the building with Smooch's load still clinging to
his face. Some of the Stable Girls walking the streets for Tempest giggled
at him as he walked by, making fun as he made his way back to his car. Once
inside Jake pulled down his overhead visor, looking at himself in the
mirror. Sure enough there were thick gobs of clinging cum hanging from his
face like drops of spilled milk. Jake used his hand to capture some of the
cum, licking it off his fingers. He stared at himself in the mirror, coming
to the realization that he was indeed a black cock slut. He still loved
Maleece and wanted to be with him, but he also couldn't deny his deep
attraction for black men and the thick muscles between their legs.
	Jake looked at his watch, knowing Maleece would be home soon. He
started the car, knowing he had to a limited time to make it home and
shower before he boyfriend would be walking through their door. Jake
wondered how Maleece would feel if he knew of his infidelity? Would he get
mad, curse, kick and scream? Or would it even matter? The way things had
been going lately, he had to wonder. Would things ever be the same again?


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	Maleece made a small detour on his way home from work. He was in no
real rush to get home to spend another emotionless night with his lover, so
he stopped off at a Peepshow Palace just off of Columbus Boulevard in South
Philly.
	He parked his car and headed into the building, needing a
distraction from everything in his life. He walked up to the front counter,
breaking a large bill for a handful of smaller ones before making his way
back to the peepshow booths in back.

	The store was a modern take on an old concept. The booths all
connected to the same live show. As you feed the machine, a metal curtain
is raised and the half naked girls on the other side of the plate-glass
window dances for you. All the men see the same show, all from their very
own private booth. None of them could see each other through the one way
mirrors, but they could all see the girls.
	Maleece watched the show for a few minutes, feeding the machine
dollar after dollar. While fishing his pocket for another bill, he looked
down and noticed a large hole in the side of the booth. Curious, he bent
down and peered through, only to find a window into the booth next door. He
could see the man occupying the booth sitting in a tall stool, stroking his
dick in private. Maleece felt drawn to watch, unable to tear himself away
from the spectacle. He pulled his own dick from his pants, stroking it as
he watched the man masturbate. The man stood up when he felt himself
getting close to cumming. He stroked his dick harder, aiming it straight
out in front of him. A moment later Maleece saw the cum erupt from the
man's dick head, splattering against the wall before him. At that same
moment Maleece felt himself getting ready to shoot. He stroked his dick
harder as the cum shot up out of his pulsating dick head, painting all over
his pumping hand and the belly of his shirt.

	Maleece groaned when he came, months of sexual frustration finally
coming out of him at once. He reached back in his rear pocket, pulling out
a handkerchief as he wiped his hands clean. He got up from the floor,
fixing his clothes before exiting the booth. At the same time his neighbor
next door was coming out of his booth. The two men nearly bumped into each
other with Maleece stepping aside to allow the man passage.
	The man (a young well built Italian) walked by without so much as a
thought. Maleece found himself dumbfounded as he followed the man outside
and watched him get into a royal blue Mercedes. Maleece admired the car as
he walked to his own car parked several cars down. The man backed out of
his parking spot, then took off. Maleece caught a glimpse of the custom
made license plate: `TONY.'


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MANYUNK

	Captain David L. McConnell parked his car inside his Condo's
parking lot before wearily making his way home. It'd been a long day, and
he really wanted to get home and out of the hip new shoes his young lover
had bought him, trying to catch him up with the styles. McConnell was over
twice his lover's age (having had children that were older), but didn't
have the heart to tell him that his poor feet couldn't handle the design of
the new shoes. So by the end of his work day, his feet felt sore and
blistered. Thank god he essentially had a desk job!

	McConnell placed his key in the door, hoping to have a peaceful
night at home. But as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with...,
"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!" McConnell looked shocked (like a deer in headlights)
when he noticed the balloons and banner barring both of their names ("David
& Andrew"), along with the candle lit dinner for two that his lover had
prepared.

"Andy..." gasped McConnell, shocked and surprised by the occasion and
display.

"It's our anniversary, baby...!" reminded Andrew, rushing across the room
to meet his lover at the door. He took McConnell's sports coat and
briefcase, hanging them on the coat rack as he took McConnell by the hand
and led him towards the dining room table to see the romantic candlelight
setup up close.

"You shouldn't've..." said McConnell, having had no clue of their
anniversary date.

"I wanted to...!" said Andrew, proud of the effort he put into his gift.

"But I didn't get you anything..." said McConnell, feeling guilty.

"I didn't expect you to!" said Andy sincerely, leaning forward to kiss.
	McConnell and Andrew touched lips. "I hope you're hungry...!"

"Famished..."  lied McConnell, not wanting to hurt Andy's feelings.

"Good..., cause I made your favorites...!" glee Andrew, pulling out
McConnell's chair. "Don't go anywhere..., I'll be back in a jiff...!" said
the younger man, before dashing into the kitchen. McConnell sat down,
despite his feelings of exhaustion. He looked at the place settings,
knowing Andy had taken time to plan this well in advance. He had remembered
the date of their first date, something McConnell didn't even take note
of. He felt like a heel, realizing he had been taking advantage of Andrew's
generosity, kindness, and his domestic sense. In many ways Andy was like a
housewife, with all of the emotional baggage that came along with it. He
needed love, security, __ , and attention, --the very things that lacked in
McConnell's marriage to his ex-wife Christina. McConnell found his
relationships with women verses men eerily similar. Unfortunately he didn't
seem to master either. His marriage to Christina ended in divorce, and his
relationship with Malik Jones ended drastically, leaving McConnell to
wonder if he weren't meant to spend his life alone?
	Sure the relationship with Andy was a loving one, but did he have
his heart in it?

	23 year old Robert Andrews definitely seemed vested in the
relationship. Since discovering his attraction towards men, he's come a
long way from dating women and pretending to be happy. In truth Andy had
always felt awkward with women, finding it hard to relate with their
various body parts. It wasn't until he became a corrections officer at
Piedmont Prison that he realized his admiration for his fellow man was more
than mere fancy. His co-workers at the prison took advantage of his youth,
tricking him into believing he had to complete an age old initiation in
order to be in good with his fellow guardsmen. That practical joke was
actually the turning point in Andy's life, causing him to realize his
deepest unspoken desire (detailed in The HOLE chap-28). His first serious
crush on a man was for Malik Jones, which eventually led him to his current
partner David McConnell.
	Andy never had a problem with the age difference between he and his
lover, looking up to McConnell for strength and wisdom. Andy lived his
personal life in secret from his church driven family, making them believe
his roommate was just a roommate. McConnell also kept his relationship
secret from his family, ashamed of the obvious age difference. With his
children all grown and living lives of their own, it wasn't hard to keep
his lover's age secret.

	Sometime during dinner, Andrew pulled a small gift box from his
pocket and placed it on the table. McConnell was taken aback by the
gesture, having come to the table empty handed. But Andrew insisted he open
it, waiting practically giddy with excitement as McConnell opened the small
silver box. "They're matching rings...!" said Andrew, as McConnell's eyes
focused on the two gold bands. "Do you like them...?"

"They're..." started McConnell, speechless.

"One's for you and one's for me...!" smiled Andrew, eagerly reaching for
one of the rings.
	McConnell sat silently as Andy took him by the hand, then slowly
sled the ring onto McConnell's wedding finger. McConnell stared down at the
ring, reminiscent of the old wedding band he used to wear as a married
man. "Now me...!" insisted Andy, awaiting his own coupling.
	McConnell felt pressured as he reached down into the box and
removed Andrew's ring. He could see the absolute joy on his friend's face
as he held out his hand to have the ring slipped on. "I guess it's
official..." said Andy, admiring their matching bands. "...we're married!"
McConnell tried not to look repulsed at the thought of remarrying as Andy
jumped up from his seat and kissed him. McConnell was expecting a small
peck, but Andy had different thoughts as he slipped onto McConnell's lap
and began frenching. McConnell could feel Andy's hand snaking down into his
crotch, trying to awaken his sleeping beauty. But just as the snake was
beginning to awake, there was a knock at the front door.

"I'll get it, you just relax daddy...!" smiled Andrew, hopping up off
McConnell's lap.
	The older man sat still, staring down at his new ring and
contemplating what it meant as Andy opened the door. "Yes..., can I help
you...?" he asked, looking at handsome male.

"Is my dad home...?"


Continued...

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