Date: Thu, 08 Apr 2010 20:55:11 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II / pt-25

[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 II -pt-25
Title: MURPHY'S LAW

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

PRECINCT-23

	52 year old police captain David L. McConnell watched helplessly as
34 year old Winston Sinclair (otherwise known as Kane) walked out the front
door of the Precinct with his lawyer, temporarily as free man after being
bailed out of jail by an anonymous donor. McConnell (having been riding a
high after his people recaptured the elusive Tempest Williams [the city's
most ruthless drug lord], as well as his most recent sexual affair with new
detective Ramone Davenport [Diamond]) hated the idea of losing another
villain to the streets. He looked out his office window as Kane and his
lawyer shook hands on the sidewalk, before Kane departed, getting into a
black SUV undoubtedly owned by Whinny Graham (Pooh).
	Kane got into the backseat, sliding into the spacious ride beside
Pooh's wife, Divine Graham. Pooh rode up front in the passenger's seat
beside DMoney, the driver.

"Wussup man...?" greeted Kane, reaching between the seats to shake hands
with his benefactor as he slammed the back door shut. "Thanx for bailin' me
outta that fuckin' hell hole, if I hadda stay one more day in there with
all that tranny ass, I would've slit my fuckin' throat!" he laughed, as the
SUV pulled from the curb.

"Yo..., I can't have my top dawg wasting away in jail when there's money
out here to be made, now can I...?" laughed Pooh, hardily. "You met my WIFE
before, right...?" he asked, as Kane looked Divine over (hungrily) from
head to designer toe. "Kane meet Divine, formally known as Peaches! She
USED to be a tranny herself!"

"Really...??" asked Kane, his eyes going straight to Divine's cleavage as
he checked out her body and breasts, trying to find the MAN hidden
inside. He couldn't find one. "Not bad..., not bad at all! She's FINE!" he
complimented, looking her over like a butcher would a piece of prize meat.
	Divine (her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses) rolled her eyes
with disdain, having to be physically judged by every limp dick boy she
came across, most of which she would never have given a second glance (even
as a hooker).

"I kno! She waz definitely a diamond in the ruff! And now she's all MINE!"
chuckled Pooh, giving his wife a playful wink before getting down to
business. "Seriously thou..., we NEED to step it up a few notches now that
Tempest and some of his best salesmen've been arrested! I'm puttin' Money
here in charge of my West Philly boiz while you git back ta runnin' the
South..." added Pooh, as Kane and Money exchanged glances through the
rearview mirror.
	Kane smirked, knowing DMoney (most likely) was still probably
holding a grudge against him after the rape (chap-13, pt-5). "...while me
and Divine take over Tempest's territory up Norf!"

"So YOU'RE takin' over Temp's spot...?" asked Kane, curiously.

"Sumbody's gotta...!" explained Pooh, holding an unlit cigar in his diamond
studded hand. "...money's money, babee..., ain't nuthin personal..., we
juss gotta do what we gotta do! Tempest knows this...!"

"Kewl man..., I ain't arguin'...!" laughed Kane, happy to be free.

"You see Tempest in there...?" asked Divine, curiously.

"Naw..., I think either they had him locked up inna separate room from the
rest of us..., or they shipped his black ass back off to Piemont as soon as
they picked him up!"

"News ain't said nothin' bout him bein' transported...!" said Money, while
driving.

"Neither did Dunn...!" reasoned Pooh. "Most likely they still holdin' him
inside..., waitin' for juss the rite moment to send his ass back to
prison!"

"Any plans to get him out...?" asked Kane.

"For what...?" asked Pooh. "He'd most likely be denied bail since he's a
flight risk..., and I already got control ova all tha operation as his
partner...! So what do we need HIM for...?"

"MY thoughts exactly!" chimed divine, still bitter over the way Tempest
treated her (chap-6, pt-4).

"You ain't gonna get no argument from ME...!" said Kane, relaxing
comfortably in the backseat. "One man's downfall's another man's up rise!"

"That's tha American way!" laughed Pooh, as the SUV drove out of sight.

BACK AT THE PRECINCT...

	McConnell had just sat down at his desk and started working on his
paperwork when he got a knock at the door. He looked up to find detective
Ramone Davenport staring through his glass window.
	McConnell smiled broadly, waving him in.

"Good morning, sir!" said Ramone, stepping into the office. "I uh..., I
would've brought flowers to thank you for yesterday..., but I wasn't sure
how you felt about that kinda thing at work...!"

"Flowers...?" laughed McConnell, standing up behind his desk to shake hands
with the man he'd just recently slept with, pretending to be nothing more
than mere work acquaintance. "I prefer candy...!" he laughed, getting a big
smile from Ramone.

"I was wondering..." said the detective, sucking in his stomach
subconsciously as he pulled his sagging pants up over his waist. "...maybe
we could hang out sometime...? Maybe catch a game..., or brew after
work...?"

"Sure..." said McConnell, trying to act inconspicuous. "...I'd like that!"

"Kew!" said Ramone, nervously. "I was thinking maybe next time you could
come over to MY place, and I could cook...?"

"Can you cook?" inquired McConnell, curiously.

"Can I cook...?" asked Ramone with a chuckle. "I could put Delgado's out of
business!"

"Really...?" said McConnell, just as another detective knocked on the
door. "Yes Macnamara...? What can I do for you...?" he asked, putting
Ramone on hold.

"uh sir...?" called 39 year old Scott Macnamara, excusing himself for
interrupting. "I was wondering..., have you made any arrangements to
expedite Tempest Williams back to prison yet...?"

"Piedmont Penitentiary is supposed to send a transport to pick him up..."
informed McConnell. "...but their taking their own sweet time doing it...!
Why?"

"I'd like to volunteer to drive him up there if it's alright...?" offered
Macnamara, getting a surprised look from the captain.

"That's awfully kind of you, Scott..." said the older man,
suspiciously. "...why the generous offer...?" he asked, knowing Macnamara
wasn't exactly the giving something for nothing type.

"That..., --drug dealer's stinking up the place...!" said Macnamara,
angrily. "And with the media camped out on our doorstep night and day...,
it's a wonder we get ANY work done around here at all!"

"I agree...!" said McConnell, sharing a glance with Ramone (both men eager
to get back to their conversation). "Okay! Go ahead..., tell vehicles to
give you a transport van! I'll call the prison and tell them to expect you
today! And take Hightower with you..., I don't want any surprises!"

"Yes sir!" said Macnamara, cursing under his breath. Take his partner threw
a monkey wrench in his plans. He hoped Hightower wouldn't oppose too much,
he would hate to have to go up against his partner, but nothing was going
to come between him and his million dollars!

"Sorry about that...!" apologized McConnell, getting back to business. "You
were saying...?"

"Candlelight..., fine wine..., music..." started Ramone, just as another
detective interrupted...

"Captain...?" called detective Malik Jones, walking into the room uninvited
with a sense of urgency.

"Malik...?" said McConnell, sensing something was wrong just by the look in
the detective's eyes.

"I NEED to talk to you privately!" insisted Malik.

"Okay..." said McConnell, turning towards Ramone. "Can we talk about this
later...?" he asked, politely.

"Sure, sir..., no problem!" said Ramone, leaving the room as he closed the
door behind him.
	McConnell gave Malik his undivided attention...

"David..., when was the last time you spoke with Andy...?" asked Malik,
surprising McConnell by the first question.

"Andy...?" he asked, taken off guard. "I don't know..., when we broke
up...! Why...?"

"The 5th District just called..., they found a body under another bridge
underpass...! They believe it might be officer Roberts...!"

"That's crazy...!" said McConnell, grabbing his cell phone to speed dial
Andy's number. After a minute, he realized the cell went straight to voice
message. "Andy..., this is David..., call me as soon as you get this
message!" he said, hanging up the phone. "Why would they think it's
Andy...? Did he have I.D. on him?"

"No..." said Malik, somberly. "...they matched his fingerprints with the
ones on police file..., the ones we ALL take when we register as police
officers!"
	McConnell felt a cold chill run up his spine as he grabbed his coat
and headed for the door. Malik followed, knowing McConnell would need
support.

	Meanwhile, detective Scott Macnamara was making arrangements to
expedite Tempest Williams back to prison. He informed his partner
(Hightower) about the new assignment (who wasn't too keen about the extra
added responsibility), then made his way down to interrogations room #4 to
inform the drug dealer in person about their trip.
	Macnamara walked into the room, knowing full well the camera was
rolling on the other side of the two-way mirror.

"Looks like today's your lucky day, Tempest..." he said, making eye contact
with the 27 year old drug lord. "...you're being shipped off to your new
home..., or should I say you're going BACK home...to Piedmont
Penitentiary!"
	Tempest made no comment, but the lingering gaze told Macnamara he
was ready and understood. Macnamara lift the interrogations room with his
heart beating a mile a minute with nerves. If he pulled this off, he would
have a million dollars of nontaxable bills in his possession. He would
never have to work again!


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

THE MORGUE

	Malik drove McConnell to the City Morgue, hoping and praying that
the identification was wrong. They entered the cold building, signing in at
the front desk before searching for 58 year old Dr Marlo Mosses, the head
coroner.

"Doctor..." said McConnell, having met the man many times before. "...I'm
here to I.D. a body..., Andrew Roberts...?"

"Captain..." called the doctor, sitting at his desk. "...yes, yes of
course! This way!" he said, leading the two officers into the exam room.
	The cadaver was lying out in the open on a metal table, still
dirty, bloody, and unwashed, a bone protruding from the twisted right leg
from where it fell from the bridge. McConnell felt his heartbeat race as he
approached. He'd seen many slain officers in his years on the police force,
but none that he had been sexually linked to. He closed his eyes for a
moment, making a silent prayer before looking down.

"The body was found at another bridge underpass, but was undoubtedly killed
someplace else." informed the coroner. "There were several broken bones;
his collar bone, his right arm and leg, which was consistent to a major
fall or drop after postmortem. Marks and lacerations are very similar to
the last victim, indicating that he may have been killed by the name person
or persons. Abrasions around the wrists and ankles show he had been
restrained, probably against his will. He had high concentrations of the
narcotic Sextasy in his blood stream, and needle marks along his arm where
the narcotics were administered. There were multiple stab wounds to the
back and torso, and a deep slash across his throat, causing death almost
instantaneously."

"Did he suffer...?" asked McConnell, looking down at Andy's body with
watery eyes.

"Well..., giving the amount of drugs in his body..., I would say he wasn't
aware of too much of anything!" said the coroner.

"Good." said McConnell, touching Andy's hand affectionately.
	Doctor Mosses looked at McConnell over the rim of his glasses...

"You KNEW the victim personally?" he asked, curiously.

"Yes..." said McConnell, taking a moment to gather himself. "...he was...,
an officer in my department!"

"Oh..., I'm VERY sorry to hear that, captain." said Mosses,
sorrowfully. "eh..., just like the other victim, he had been raped sexually
by hordes of men." added the doctor, causing a pained expression across
McConnell's face at the thought of Andy being raped repeatedly. "I've
informed the detectives in charge to look into sex clubs and dungeons where
gay men are known to gather for the place of death. He was held there for
several days before he was finally killed and disposed of."

"Thank you, doctor..." said McConnell, having heard more than
enough. "...has his family been in to see him yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Make sure you clean him up before you show them the body..., no one needs
to see their child looking like this!"

"Oh yes..., yes, of course!" agreed Mosses.

"So...? Was it him...?" asked Malik, standing outside the exam room door as
McConnell slowly made his exit, still in shock.
	McConnell nodded silently, unable to speak as he pictured Andy
lying there on the table in a mangled mess. "I'm sorry..." said Malik
touching McConnell's shoulder, wanting to give the older man a hug.

"We need to find the bastards that did this...!" said McConnell aloud, more
to himself than to Malik. "Who's on this case...?"

"Rothman and Alexander!" answered Malik, promptly.

"They're going to need a lot of help! I want you and Maleece on this as
well! I KNOW you're not homicide detectives, but the coroner believes Andy
was killed in a gay sex club, and Rothman and Alexander may not take the
job too seriously if they believe the victims are homosexuals!" said
McConnell, knowing how some of the officers felt about gays.

"Yes sir!" answered Malik, wanting to help as much as possible.


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

SOUTH PHILLY

	The area near the train tracks under the bridge underpass was
cornered off by yellow police tape. Uniformed officers confiscated the
bridge's video tape cameras to see if they could find anything suspicious
around the time of the dumping. Meanwhile detectives Malik Jones and his
partner Maleece Cortez headed for the area, hoping to find more clues to
Andy's killer(s). They drove down to the train tracks, parking just a few
yards away from where Andy's body was found when they ran into Paul Rothman
and Lewis Alexander, the two detectives in charge.

"What're you two assholes doing down here...?" asked Rothman, combing the
area for evidence.

"We're helping you on the case..." said Malik, knowing the detectives
wouldn't like the help. "...Captain's orders! You could call him if you
like!"

"Bullshit!" cursed Rothman. "What's two narcotics cops gonna do to help
homicide find a killer...?"

"Andy was a close friend! Not to mention one of us! The Captain wants this
case wrapped up as fast as possible! Is that so hard to swallow?" argued
Malik.

"We don't need the captain's golden boys spying on us! We KNOW our jobs!"
yelled Rothman, walking back to his car in a fit of rage.
	Malik shrugged his shoulders...

"Want to catch us up to speed...?" he asked Rothman's partner detective
Alexander. "Or are you going to be as big a prick as your partner...?"

"Nothing wrong with MY prick..." joked Alexander, throwing his hands up
defensively. "...naw...I'm just joking!" he laughed. "I didn't know Roberts
personally...! His body was found over there by a couple of kids...!" he
pointed, showing the area where Andy's mangled body laid. "Coroner said he
had many of the same afflictions as the first victim, --Horace Lampert, a
married father of two! Lampert was reported missing by his wife a few days
prior to his body being found by officers Valentine and Ellis. He was a
computer software developer..., his wife insisted that he wasn't gay, and
would have never gone to any gay sex clubs or sex shops willingly!"

"Was there anything that suggested he would have...?" asked Malik, as he
and Maleece searched around the heavily leaved area.

"You mean other than the mass of semen found in his ass and stomach...?"
chuckled Alexander, getting a foul look from Malik. "No."

"Maybe THAT's why captain McConnell wanted another team helping you two on
the case..." said Maleece, not finding the detective's jokes funny. "...you
and your partner don't seem to be taking these murders serious!"

"We're taking them as seriously as we can!" argued Alexander, angrily. "But
you gotta admit this is some weird shit! These guys weren't just stabbed
and beaten up..., there were literally fucked to death by a group of
faggots! It's fucking disgusting, man! I mean..., I'm gonna DO my job, but
every man has his limits!"

"Have you checked out the sex clubs yet...?" asked Malik, getting an `are
you serious' look from Alexander. "Right..." said Malik, knowing
better. "...Mal and I will check out the clubs, find out if anyone knows
anything! Why don't you two talk to Andy's family, see if they talked to
him within the days leading up to his abduction?"

"Deal!" said Alexander, heading towards his partner who stood by their car
smoking a cigarette.

"Sex club...?" whispered Maleece. "I'm not too sure I'm comfortable with
that myself! You know I just had a bad experience in one of those type of
places...!"

"I'm not asking you to find a date, Mal..., we're only looking for anyone
who may've seen or heard of anything regarding the case! Relax..., it's not
like anyone's going to rape you!"

"Funny...!" said Maleece, heading for the car.


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

THE DUNGEON

	The Dungeon was a gay sex club in Center City, known amongst the
gay community for its strong drinks, loud music, and weekend sex
orgies. For both detectives Jones and Cortez, it was their first time in
the gay hot spot. They entered around 5 o'clock pm, just before happy
hour. The place was already beginning to fill with the after work crowd,
looking for that stiff drink and quick BJ before heading home.

"What can I getcha...?" asked the bartender, as Malik walked up to the bar.

"I'm detective Jones from the 23rd Precinct..." said Malik, showing his
badge. "...where's the manager...?"
	While Malik spoke to the manager, Maleece busied himself by
wandering the club and questioning some of the patrons. Most had heard of
the Underpass Murder(s), but knew nothing about it. They denied having seen
either victim when shown pictures of them before their demise. Maleece
tried to keep his mind on work as he walked around the large club. He
couldn't believe the number of men in attendance, some of them looking as
strong and rugged as any man Maleece had ever known. Some where dressed
conservatively in work clothes, while other sported tight jeans and
leather, --showing off their muscled toned bodies.
	Down in the basement of the Dungeon, was what Maleece found the
most intriguing. He saw men in various stages of undress, some chained to
walls, making out in the dimly lit corners of the rooms. Some men were on
their knees, sucking hard cocks with their hungry mouths while others were
bent over, taking hard fucks up the ass. Maleece ignored the hands roaming
over his body, feeling for his crotch and ass as he walked by. This place
was like a cesspool, with these men willing to take anyone they could get
their hands on. Maleece was just beginning to wonder if this was the place
he and his partner was looking for, when he noticed two men strapped in
slings suspended from the Dungeon's ceiling. One man lay on his back, his
legs resting in the air as another man stood at his ass, slamming his naked
hips into his ass as he drove his erect cock straight into his bowels. The
second man lay in the sling face down, one man at his ass while another
stood at his head, both feeding him their schlongs as they moved them
rapidly in and out of his body.

	Maleece had never seen such behavior before, and was mesmerized by
the sight playing out before him. He watched the man fucking the guy on his
back shove himself all the way in and groan, obviously having one hell of
an orgasm as he shot his cum into the relaxing man's body. When he pulled
out and stepped aside, Maleece could see the man in the sling's asshole
dripping a steady supply of semen onto the floor beneath him, even as
another man stepped up and shoved his hard cock in. The young man in the
second sling was getting it good at both ends. He swallowed cock at one
end, while getting pounded almost mercilessly at the other. Maleece was
sure the session would end with both men popping off inside him.

	Maleece was just about to move on when he felt a hand reach across
his crotch, feeling for the erection he had hiding in his pants. Maleece
didn't make a move to stop it, he merely stood there watching the scene
before him as the hand began groping the hard outline of his erect
cock. How long had it been since he popped off one of his own? He really
hadn't been with anyone since he broke up with Jake. Who would it hurt if
he allowed a cocksucker to cop his load?
	The hand unzipped his pants, then reached in to retrieved his uncut
morsel. Maleece took a deep breath as the man stepped around in front of
him. The guy was short, about 5'6" with a balding hairline and a thick
mustache. Maleece thought he looked more like a bookworm than a cocksucker.

"Haven't seen you here before..." said the man with a smile, licking his
lips hungrily before kneeling down.
	Maleece didn't say a word as the middle aged man peeled back his
foreskin, then took his banana like meat into his mouth. Maleece fought
back a gasp as the man took his 7 and 1/2 inch dick down to the balls. He
nestled his face in Maleece's crotch, taking his cock straight down into
his throat in one swoop. Maleece closed his eyes as he gave into the
feeling around his cock. He felt the man's throat muscles rippling along
his cock shaft before he started to bob back and forth, sucking feverishly
along the length and using his tongue along the underbelly as he slurped
his way from the tip to base.
	Maleece opened his eyes and watched as the man face fucking the
second guy in the sling pulled his cock free, then started jacking off all
over his face. The man tried to recapture the spurting cock in his open
mouth, but all he got for his cock sucking efforts was a face full of cum.

	Maleece felt the cocksucker at his feet corkscrewing his mouth up
and down his shaft, taking it full length with every stroke as he churned
the cock around in his talented throat while milking the long column for
its rich load. Maleece felt his body stiffen as his dick throbbed, then
suddenly burst in a series of hot spurts as it started spitting thick gobs
of Puerto-Rican cum directly into the white man's mouth. "Hmmmm...!" moaned
the cocksucker, loving the taste of Maleece's ethnic cum as he drank every
drop. Maleece pulled back, trying to pull free of the sucking mouth when
the man refused to let go. He locked his hands onto Maleece's pants pockets
and held his cock captive in his throat, milking it dry. Maleece had to mug
the man in the head to pry his tasty meat away from him.
	Maleece had just tucked himself and zipped up when he turned to
find Malik walking towards him through the crowd.

"Find anything interesting...?" asked Malik, noticing the slings in the
background.

"Definitely interested...!" said Maleece, looking back over his shoulder at
the men in the sling just as the man standing behind the second guy rammed
his hips into his ass and let loose a loud moan, everyone in the club knew
he was cumming gobs of hot slick cum straight into the man's
colon. "Definitely looks like the kinda place our victims could've gotten
raped in!" added Maleece as an afterthought. "Did the manager have anything
to say...?"

"Nothing we didn't expect." said Malik, watching as another men took the
ass fucker's place. "He claimed nothing like that could happened here
because there's no exclusivity to the club. He suggested we try a private
residence, or an exclusive gay club, if there's such a place!"
	Malik felt a hand rub against his ass, squeezing his butt cheeks
through his pants. "Let's get out of here..." he said, brushing the guy's
hand away. "...if we stand still too long one of these guys are sure to try
something!"

"Yeah..." said Maleece, glancing back at the cocksucker who blew him,
watching him already moving on to his next victim.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-5<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

PRECINCT-23

	Tempest Williams was escorted out the back of the Precinct, away
from reporters who had been camping out front since news of the drug lord's
arrest broke. Detectives Macnamara and Hightower rode in the front of the
armored police van, while Tempest rested in back in shackles, his arms and
legs chained to the van's metal floor for added protection.
	The van drove away inconspicuously through a back exit, towards
Interstate-76, headed for Piedmont Penitentiary in Valley Forge...


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-6<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

WEST PHILLY

	21 year old Elliott McConnell had spent the last several days
hanging with friends (clubbing, running the streets, and getting stoned on
40oz's of malt liquor, weed, and Sextasy). For the past two days he stayed
in his friend's apartment, lying on his back in bed, his legs pressed
tightly against his own chest as one friend (Raheim) lay on top of him,
holding him down by the backs of his legs while pounding his pelvic bone
straight into Elliott's upturned ass, driving his meaty erection well deep
into his friend's well used buttock. While another friend (Quintell) lay
across Elliot's head, doing pushups with his pelvis in his face, sinking
his dick into Elliott's open throat with each stroke.

	The 3 men had been friends since high school, playing basketball in
the same playground for years. They had lost touch when Elliott went away
to college, but became friends again when Elliott got back and looked them
up. After a 2 year absence, they noticed a change in Elliott's
behavior. They noticed he wasn't as into girls as he was in high school,
checking out more guys now as he openly eyeballed their crotches.

	The 3 buddies went to Club West, a popular urban club in west
Philly well known for its hip-hop music and thug brawls. It was there that
Elliott and his friends scored some Sextasy from one of their street
associates. Later that night after gunfire scattered the club's patrons
into the streets, they returned to Raheim's spot where they spent the rest
of the night tripping and watching the latest movies on bootleg. It was
there that the two men questioned Elliott on his current status, asking
once and for all if he still liked girls or had he switched over to boys
only?

"Well..." said Elliott, feeling kind of loose after drinking and smoking
Sextasy. "...when I went away to college..., I learned to enjoy all types
of sex!"

"So..., what that mean...?" asked Raheim, no closer to an answer than
before. "You like pussy..., or dick...?" he asked bluntly.

"I like eating pussy..." said Elliott, making his friends more at
ease. "...but I LOVE sucking dick!" he added to their surprise.

"You're shitting me, right...?" asked Quintell, disbelieving his own
ears. "YOU suck dick now...?!"

"Every chance I get!" smiled Elliott, sitting back in one of Raheim's
leopard chairs.

"You're lying!"

"You any good at it...?" asked Rahiem, feeling the effects of the drugs and
alcohol.

"Definitely!" said Elliott, confidently.

"You ain't no faggot!" declared Quintell, believing Elliott a lair.

"How you know, man...?" argued Raheim.

"Cause my cousin's gay..." answered Quintell. "...he wears girls clothes
and makeup...! Now THAT's gay!"

"No..., that's a fucking drag queen!" countered Raheim. "Do YOU wear drag,
Elliott...?"

"No!" answered Elliott, promptly. "I just like dick!"

"Are you serious...?" asked Quintell, unable to swallow it. "I mean..., for
real?!"

"Yup!" answered Elliott, shamelessly.

"So..., all these years we've been knowing you..., and you've been sucking
dick behind our backs...?" asked Raheim.

"Naw man..., I told you..., I didn't start until I was in college...!"
defended Elliott.

"What do you GET out of it...?" asked Quintell, trying to understand.

"I dunno..." said Elliott, honestly. "...it..., just FEELS GOOD to have a
dick in my mouth, sucking it!" he added after a brief thought.

"Damn..." said Raheim, flexing his legs in and out as he sat back against
the sofa. "...as BAD as I be wanting some head too...! You be sucking dick
and ain't tell us...?!!"
	Elliott licked his lips as he stared between his friend's legs,
noticing the crotch beginning to tent. "That's fucked up!"

"I could always give a demonstration..." offered Elliott, hungrily.
	Both Quintell and Raheim glanced at each other...

"Naw man..., that's kewl!" declined Quint, speaking for both men.

	Later that night while they were all knocked out sleep (Elliott on
the sofa, and Quintell on the floor), Elliott was awakened by a gentle
shaking. "Yo, El..., wake up man..." whispered Raheim, trying not to
disturb Quintell.
	Elliott stirred...

"eh...?"

"Yo man..., come into the bedroom...!" offered Raheim, helping Elliott up
off the couch.
	Elliott felt himself being pulled into the other room as he stepped
over Quintell's sleeping body. He walked into Raheim's messy bedroom (clean
and dirty clothes all mixed together on the floor along with underwear,
Timberlands, and 6 pairs of sneakers), and was helped onto the unmade bed.
	Elliott was still half asleep when he noticed Raheim standing
directly in front of him, his bulging crotch directly in his face. He
looked at the lengthy mound hiding in his friend's jeans, then looked up
into his friend's face.

"What's up...?" he asked, curiously.

"I was wondering if you were REALLY serious about that shit you were
talking earlier...?" asked Raheim, openly rubbing his crotch. "About
sucking dick..., and LIKING it...?"

"Hell yeah!" answered Elliott, now MORE awake.
	Raheim unzipped his pants, then reached into the open slit and
awkwardly pulled out his 9" erection. Elliott's eyes widened like a rich
kid on Christmas morning.

"Then it's all yours, hommie..., --chow down!" offered the fellow 21 year
old.
	Elliott felt like jumping for joy as he reached up and took his
friend's downward curved erection, and began stroking it. He tilted the
hardon upward, then from side to side, examining it while he stroked, as a
fat pearly drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. Elliott leaned forward and
gently licked the cum drop away, tasting its sweet nutty flavor.
	Raheim felt his knees buckle when his friend swiped his tongue
across his dick head. He bent slightly at the knee, pushing his crotch
forward as he aimed his dick up to Elliott's lips. Elliott opened his
mouth, then took the fat round head inside, enveloping it in the hot
contours of his mouth.

"oooohhh maaaannnnn..." moaned Raheim, tossing his head back dreamingly. He
felt Elliott sliding his mouth towards the bend midway down the shaft of
his dick before retreating back up the rock hard column until he was
sucking sweetly on the head. Raheim looked down to watch the show as his
best friend bobbed back and forth, see-sawing his lips on his meaty manhood
with definite fervor. He watched the erotic expressions cross Elliott's
handsome face as he sucked, realizing that Elliott hadn't been exaggerating
about his love for dick as he gobbled it down like a hungry man at an all
you can eat buffet.

	Elliott worked his mouth up and down the top part of Raheim's hard
staff, slicking the shaft thoroughly with spit. When the head banged into
the back of his overstuffed mouth, he took a brief moment to relax his
throat before carefully adjust to the slight bend and sliding down the rest
of the shaft with ease, taking the whole 9" monster well into his open
throat. "Damn...!" glee Raheim, having underestimated Elliott's talents. He
marveled at his friend's ability to take his thick pipe straight down to
his hairy balls. Elliott buried his nose in Raheim's zipper, smelling his
friend's musky pubes which attacked his flaring nostrils like an
aphrodisiac. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the intoxicating aroma as he
churned his boi's dick around lovingly in his throat before slowly
retreating back up to the juicy head.

"Shit man..., you're GOOD!" complimented Raheim, watching his glistening
manhood emerge from the confides of his friend's throat. "Where you learn
this shit..., in school? They teach this type of shit in college...?!"
	Elliott said nothing as he looked up into his friend's face, then
slowly sank his mouth back down around the shaft until he had his nose
buried once again in his friend's crotch. He continued to stare up into
Raheim's face as his friend looked down at him, watching him slowly devour
his dick over and over. For 10 solid minutes Elliott sucked Raheim's dick,
deep throating and swallowing his meaty sausage again and again until he
felt Raheim grab his head and begin to fuck his face.

"Shit man, I'm getting close...! Suck that shit for me, man! Catch that
nutt!"
	Elliott kept up with Raheim's growing pace as his friend slapped
his pelvic bone into his face repeatedly, burying his awkwardly curved pole
over and over as he built up a steady rhythm. He hammered into Elliott's
mouth nonstop, using every inch of his impressive tool (which seemed
perfectly shaped for throat fucking) as he plunged and plundered his
friend's throat with deep penetrating strokes.
	Elliott had learned to throat dick in college, allowing his
fraternity brothers to use his mouth, throat, and ass at will. In college,
he HAD to learn to deep throat or risk suffocation. There had been many
times during his training that Elliott had lost consciousness while getting
face fucked, his teachers ignoring his desperate need for air as they
plunged away at his throat until he felt light headed from a lack of
sufficient oxygen. More times than he could count, Elliott had passed out
with one frat brother throat raping his face, only to awakened with another
frat brother plunging his raging hardon straight down his over worked and
sore throat. Eventually he learned how to breathe between thrusts, gasping
down air threw his windpipe to keep from passing out. Once he learned how
to stay conscious, there wasn't a dick on campus he couldn't conquer.

"Fuck man..., I'm cumming...!" announced Raheim, tightened his grip on the
back of Elliott's head as he fucked his throat deeper. "You want this
nutt...? Or do you want me to pull out...?"

"MMMMMMFFFppphhhh...!!" groaned Elliott, staring up at Raheim with pleading
eyes.

"I take that as a yes!" assumed Raheim, going forward. He slammed his dick
down Elliott's throat a half dozen more times before he felt his dick
thicken and pulsate.
	Elliott felt the fat tool swell in his mouth, then burst forth an
explosion of warm creamy cum which spit down his throat and painted along
his tongue and gum line. Elliott felt a great sense of satisfaction wash
over him as his reward traveled down into the pit of his stomach. He held
Raheim's pulsing dick in his mouth for a long time, feeling it pump and
throb as it spurt 9 thick rich healthy gobs of potent sperm down into his
gullet. Raheim relaxed his grip on Elliott's head as he recovered,
regaining strength in his weakened knees. Elliott continued to nurse of the
(still hard) tool, getting every drop from the long hard shaft as he milked
it thoroughly with his hand.

"Fuck man...! That shit was on point! You give head better than most girls
I know!" said Raheim, watching Elliott nurse on the last few drops of his
nectar. "It's a fucking shame you ain't got no pussy..., I'd fuck the SHIT
out of you right now homs!"

"I do!" said Elliott, undoing his pants.
	Raheim watched in confusion. Did Elliott just say he had a pussy?
He watched in amusement as his friend stood up and pulled down his pants
and underwear in one shot. Raheim's wonder ceased when he saw Elliott's fat
(semi-hard) 9" cut, lite bright dick come into view. But Elliott surprised
him when he stepped out of his pants, then laid back on the bed and threw
his long legs up into the air, revealing his hairless ass crack. He reached
down and grabbed both perfectly primed cheeks and pulled them apart,
showing his tiny pink rosebud. "Here's my pussy! You can fuck this!" he
offered.

"I dunno..." said Raheim skeptically, letting a guy suck his dick was ONE
thing, but butt fucking him up his ass was another!

"Trust me..." said Elliott, looking up from between his own spread
legs. "...if you liked my mouth..., you're gonna LOVE my pussy! No teeth!"
	Raheim chuckled mildly at Elliott's joke, but never took his eyes
off the sweet looking boy-hole before him. Indeed it did look adorably
fuckable. He definitely wanted to stick his dick in it to test it out, but
he didn't want anybody finding out about it. After all, he wasn't gay!

"This just between US, right...?" he asked, stroking his still hard dick as
it ached for another release. "Nobody..., and I mean NO-body can know about
this!" warned Raheim, determined to keep his straight status in check.

"You think I WANT people to know I like dick...?" asked Elliott, flexing
his hole enticingly. "Nobody would hear it from ME!" he offered, hoping
that might make a difference.
	Raheim accepted his friend's assurance as he stepped in closer and
climbed up onto the bed between Elliott's legs. Elliott spit into his
fingers, then quickly massaged them onto his asshole, lubing it up for his
friend's use. Raheim waited with eager anticipation as Elliott poked a few
fingers in to relax his sphincter muscles. Once ready, he alerted his
friend, removing his hand as Raheim aligned his dick, then sank the head
inside.

"awwww..." he groaned, loving the way Elliott's hole felt as it slowly
swallowed his pride and joy from tip to thick hairy base in one long
swoop. Elliott's eyes bulged as Raheim ground his pelvis into his ass,
churning his manhood around in his ass. "Fuck man..., you're tight as a
mother fucker...!" he gasped, surprisingly.

"Fuck that ass anyway you want to, man! It's yours for the taking!"
encouraged Elliott, horny for a pounding.

"That's wussup, niggah...!" said Raheim, liking what he heard. "I'm gonna
tear this shit up! And don't be begging me to stop like those bitches do,
neither...!"

"I won't!" assured Elliott, tucking his knees behind his armpits.
	Raheim leaned in over top Elliot's double jointed body, using the
backs of his legs as rails as he began doing pushups into his friend's
ass. Both he and Elliott looked down between their bodies, watching as
Raheim's long hard curved dick pulled free from Elliott's hot depths. He
pulled back until only the head remained in before reburying his dick all
the way up to the balls. He repeated this move over and over, slowly
gaining speed and momentum as he fucked. He couldn't get over how closely
fucking a man's ass was to fucking a woman's pussy, especially in the
missionary position Elliott lay in. He loved being able to look down and
see his big dick slicing through his friend's ass, sliding back and forth
between his spread cheeks as the tight taut inner lining of the moist anus
hugged and sucked at his thick rod like a wet vagina.

"Damn man..., I can't believe how GOOD this shit feels...!" he moaned
aloud, more to himself than to Elliott.

"It feels good to me too, man...! Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" gasped
Elliott, feeling the dick dig deeper into his rectum with every inward
plunge. He already had one load of Raheim's cum in his stomach, and found
his asshole craving another. He tightened his anal muscles around the
thrusting shaft with every inward stroke, then relaxed it with every
outward, effectively using the anal muscles to suck Raheim's dick as
efficiently as his mouth had.

	Raheim (no stranger to good sex) fucked Elliott's ass hard and
long, having already cum once. He slammed his hips into Elliott's ass with
growing aggression, using his ass as a springboard as the sound of their
slapping flesh filled the bedroom. Elliott's moans grew louder as Raheim's
hips pumped faster. Soon the sounds of hot sex filled the air as they began
moving together in unison like a well oiled machine. Elliott took Raheim's
steady pounding like a pro, never complaining once as his friend fucked at
his own accord. He allowed Raheim to fuck him as hard and deep as he
wanted, changing the pace ever so often when he wanted to prolong the
feeling. Elliott watched Raheim's facial expressions change from curious
amusement, to downright serious hardcore as beads of sweat began to sprout
out across his brow.
	Raheim bit down on his lower lip as he concentrated on the single
goal of blowing another load. He pounded into Elliott relentlessly,
slamming his hips into the spread ass beneath him for close to 20 minutes
before he felt that familiar knot in his balls. Elliott saw Raheim's eyes
roll upward as the moment of truth came upon them. With growing urgency, he
hammered harder, driving himself well deep into Elliott's panting
body. Elliott saw stars as Raheim's face twist in a painful bliss as his
mouth suddenly dropped agape, no sound coming from his throat as his body
stiffened and his muscled popped. Elliott waited with bated breath as a
tiny groan escaped Raheim's throat, then quickly escalated into a mighty
roar as his dick suddenly burst with another intense orgasm.

"aaarrrrRRRRRRHHHHHHGGGG...!!!" he screamed as he came buckets in Elliott's
bowels, sending scores of ripe mature sperm into his friend's battered
innards.
	Elliott graciously accepted every gush of semen as it pumped into
him, filling his rectum to capacity as the deeply embedded dick pulsed and
throbbed wildly inside him with a life of its own. Elliott reached down and
merely touched his own stiff standing erection, and suddenly (unexpectedly)
came all over his own face, chest, and stomach, shooting out 6 fresh spurts
of creamy cum before Raheim (unaware of Elliott's orgasm) fell down on top
of him. The two men lay chest to chest, their hearts beating a mile a
minute as they rested with Elliott's dick still oozing cum between them.

MORNING

	Quintell awoke on Raheim's living room floor the next morning,
feeling a bit warmed over from last night's partying. He crawled to his
feet, then slowly made his way into the bathroom where he quickly relieved
himself of a much needed piss. After flushing, he made his way back into
the living room, noticing (for the first time) that Elliott wasn't sleeping
on the sofa. Curiously he wandered his way through Raheim's open bedroom
door, and was shocked to find both Elliott and Raheim in bed together
naked.
	He blinked several times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks
on him. Raheim was spooned in closely behind Elliott's naked body, his dick
(while soft) firmly planted between Elliott's ass cheeks, still buried in
his ass.

	Raheim slowly began to stir to life after a peaceful night's
sleep. He hugged the body before him, thrusting his hips into the backside
as he reburied his ramrod in the moist hole it lay dormant in. Raheim's
memories began playing back to him that the body in his bed wasn't
female. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to see his best friend
Elliott lying before him. Memories of their hot night flashed freshly in
his mind, reminding him that they were no longer just homboiz.
	Raheim remembered the two orgasms he had thanks to Elliott, and
felt his dick start to stiffen again in his friend's behind. At that moment
he saw movement from the corner of his eye, and looked up in the doorway to
see his other best friend (Quintell) staring in at them, his mouth agape in
shock.

"Quint...!" called Raheim as Quintell turned and disappeared back into the
living room. "Quint...! Yo, Quint...! Wait up...!" he yelled, yanking his
hardon from Elliott's ass as he jumped up out of bed in pursuit.
	Elliott (now awake) saw Raheim running towards the door, and
realized they must have been caught red handed.

"Quint...! Let me explain, man..." said Raheim, catching up with Quintell
as he was putting on his shoes.

"Ain't no need to explain, man..., I know what I saw...!" said Quintell,
sitting in a chair with his head facing the floor as he hastily fastened
his shoes.

"Yo man..., I was high as shit last night...!" defended Raheim, hoping to
use the alcohol and drugs as an excuse.

"I was high too..." exclaimed Quintell. "...but I ain't wake up with my
dick up my homboy's..." he stopped himself before he said `ass'. "I can't
believe my two hommies went OUT like that...! So what..., you both GAY
now...?!" he questioned, looking up at his naked friend for answers.

"Fuck NO I ain't gay!" declared Raheim, vehemently. "I just..." he started,
unsure what he could possibly say to rationally explain his actions? "...I
just..., got REALLY horny last night and wanted to know what it felt like
to fuck a guy...! I mean..., El was willing..., so I excepted...!"

"And...?" asked Quintell, curiously.

"And what...?" asked Raheim, confused.

"How'd it feel...?" asked Quintell.
	Raheim thought back...

"It was..., fucking AMAZING man...!" he admitted, surprising both Quintell
and himself. "I don't know what they be teaching up there in that school
Elliott went to..., but he HAD to be at the top of his class in dick
sucking 101!" he laughed.

"Yo man..., I ain't trying to HEAR ALL THAT, for real yo!" said Quintell,
jumping to his feet after he finished his shoes. "How you just gonna fuck
one of your BOIZ like that...?!"

"Hey..." said Raheim, determined to help Quintell understand. "...ever have
a girl you were REAL cool with but didn't fuck, one you treated more like a
lil' sister more than an actual chick...?"

"Yeah..., so...?"

"Then one day yall get to playing around and end up actually fucking, and
it turned out to be one of the best fucks you ever had...? That ever happen
to you...?"

"Well..., yeah...!" answered Quintell.

"THAT's what happened with me and El...! I didn't expect it to happen..., I
didn't even WANT it to happen..., we got fucked up and started messing
around..., then the next thing we knew he was giving me the best head I
ever had!"

"For real...?" asked Quintell, curiously.

"Trust me man..., when El said he like dick, --he LIKED dick!" assured
Raheim. "He's got skillz man! Serious skillz! You should try him out...!
He'd suck yours too!" he offered.

"I..., I don't know..." said Quintell, skeptically. "...we've known El
since 5th grade!"

"Believe me, man..., your dick will THANK you!" encouraged Raheim. "His
mouth's like butter!"
	Quintell thought about it, still feeling a little randy after the
Sextasy...

"You coming in with me IF I go...?" he asked, needing support.

"Yeah..., I'll go in with you..." said Raheim, leading the way back into
the bedroom.

"Everything alright...?" asked Elliott curiously from the bed, as Raheim
walked back into the room.

"Yeah..." said Raheim, walking in naked. "...Quint wants his dick sucked
too!" he said, revealing their mutual friend in the background. "You gonna
help him out...?"

"Yeah...!" said Elliott, sitting up in bed as Quintell walked nervously
into the room. Elliott scooted down to the edge of the bed as Quintell
stood directly in front of him. Elliott didn't notice any bulges in
Quintell's pants, and looked up at his friend curiously to see if he was
truly interested?
	Quintell made no move as he stood and waited, unsure himself if he
really wanted this to happen.

"Go ahead..." encouraged Raheim, standing off to the side
watching. "...suck his dick!"
	Elliott reached up under Quintell's shirt and began undoing his
pants, half expecting Quintell to stop him. He unbuckled his belt, then
unfastened his pants, allowing them to hit the floor with a heavy
thump. Quintell wore leaf green boxer shorts with lucky white four leaf
clovers printed about. He reached between his friend's legs, feeling for
his limp dick before fishing it out of his shorts. Quintell made no moves
to encourage nor discourage Elliott, as he leaned in and took the soft
meaty pud between his lips.

	Elliott wasn't quite sure how Quintell felt, or what he thought
about his sexuality. He sucked his friend's soft dick, bathing it in warm
spit as he pulled and massaged the soft flesh with his lips. After a few
minutes he decided Quintell wasn't into it, and that maybe he ought to stop
and quit while he was ahead, when Quintell's dick started to suddenly swell
and fatten. Elliott sucked harder, feeling the dick lengthen between his
lips, growing to a full 6 and 3/4 inches.
	Quintell felt Elliott's tongue lapping at his underbelly, gently
caressing the sensitive underside of his dick despite his efforts not to
enjoy it. After a few minutes of gentle caressing, he couldn't help growing
hard, loving the way Elliot's mouth melted around his stiff standing
hardon.

"Shit feels good as shit, don't it...?" asked Raheim, watching from a close
distance.

"Hell yeah!" agreed Quintell, unable to deny the sensation.
	He held his long shirt up over his stomach so he would have an
unobstructed view of Elliott's mouth sliding up and down his dick. Elliott
loved Quintell's strong washboard abs, the muscles flexing with each slight
thrust of Quintell's hips, helping drive his dick into the kneeling man's
mouth. Elliott used his tongue as a cradle along the underbelly, brushing
it back and forth along the full length as his lips sucked and slurped the
rigid column. All too soon he felt Quintell tense up, then felt the torrent
tidal wave of semen rush into his mouth.

"AWE FUCK..., AWE SHIT..., AWE DAMN, I'M CUMMING...! I'M CUMMING...! I'M
FUCKING CUMMING...!" yelled Quintell, his eyes closed shut as he rested his
free hand atop Elliott's head and gently pumped his hips forth. "Take it,
man..., take that fucking load...! Awww fuck...!"
	Elliott felt each spurt of cum as it spit across his tongue and
slid easily down the back of his throat. Quintell's nutt was thinner and
slightly more bitter than Raheim's, but Elliott loved it anyway, drinking
it as quickly as an alcoholic would his favorite beverage. When Quintell
finally finished cumming, Elliott pulled back, wondering what his friend's
demeanor would be now that he had orgasm?

"How WAS it...?" asked Raheim, hard again after watching the show.

"You were right, man..." said Quintell, stepping back as his dying dick
rested over his ball sac. "...his mouth is like fucking butter...! I ain't
never cum so fast...!"

"Watch THIS...!" said Raheim, pushing Elliott onto his back and he raised
his legs to reveal his asshole again. Elliott didn't resist as Raheim
climbed up onto the bed with him, spit into his hand to lubricate his dick,
then aimed it up to Elliott's cum slick asshole and rammed inside.

"AARRHHH...!" grunted Elliott, squirming at the rough entry as Raheim
planted his log deep within his well. Without waiting for Elliott to
recover, Raheim started fucking wildly, beating up Elliott's inside with
deep hard strokes. Elliott knew the rough treatment was more a display of
cockiness, showing off to Quintell at his expense. Raheim didn't beat his
pussy up this badly when it was just the two of them.

"Damn..., he gets fucked too...?!" gasped Quintell, bending down to get a
better view. "He took your dick without even flinching!" he added in
amazement.

"I fucked him last night..." said Raheim, never missing a stroke as he
pumped in and out of Elliott's spread cunt. "This shit feels even better
than his pussy mouth! You oughta try THIS shit when I'm through...!"

"Naw..." said Quintell, having reached the limit of what he was willing to
do. "...head's fine...!"

"Suit yourself..." said Raheim, fucking harder as he drilled his dick
straight through Elliott like a harpoon. "...I ain't passing up no good
pussy..., and THIS pussy rival any girl's shit ANY day!"
	Quintell made no comment as he simply watched one friend fuck
another. He couldn't deny how good Elliott's asshole looked swallowing up
Raheim's dick (taking it full length from head to thick ballsy base), but
he just couldn't condone fucking another guy. He watched with growing lust
(however) as Raheim rammed his hips back and forth, pounding deeply into
their boi's guts. Elliott seemed to be taking the fucking just fine,
grunting softly as he locked his legs behind his armpit to give Raheim full
access into his warm bowels.

	Quintell's dick rose rock hard again, sticking straight out from
his green boxers. He walked up to the head of the bed, then climbed on and
leaned in over Elliott's face. Elliott tilted his head up, willingly
opening his mouth as wide as he could to guide Quintell's dick back
in. Quintell sank his prod back into his friend's mouth, feeling Elliott
lock his lips around the hard shaft as he began to fuck his friend's mouth
while Raheim fucked his sweet ass.
	Both men pumped into Elliott's body from two different ends. Both
using his warm wet orifices to plunge their hardons, fucking him with hard
rough strokes until they felt their balls throbbing out their next loads.

"Fuck...! I'm gonna cum...!" announced Raheim, watching Elliott suck dick
up close. He hovered overhead as he pumped his dick in and out of ass,
watching Elliott suck and slurp along Quintell's dick as if it was made of
delicious chocolate.
	He came hard, ramming his hips forth one last time as he unloaded
another full load of baby batter deep into Elliott's entrails. Elliott
moaned around Quintell's dick, feeling Raheim pulse inside him. Quintell
removed his hardon from his sucking mouth, then began jacking himself over
his upturned face. Elliott extended his tongue, ready to capture any cum
that shot from the ready to pop erection.

"Shoot your shit all over his face...!" encouraged Raheim, stilling cumming
in Elliott's ass.
	Quintell stroked his dick madly, heated beyond his wildest dreams
as he pumped his hand back and forth like a piston.

"Here it comes...!" he warned, aiming his dick down towards Elliott's
gaping mouth. "Here it comes...!" he repeated, Elliott's spit acting as
lubricant as he stroked harder and faster. "Here it comes...! Here it
comes...! Here it...COMES!!" he shouted, shooting hot spurts of white slick
cum across Elliott's open mouth and extended tongue.

"Oh god...!" groaned Elliott, feeling the warm cum gush splatter against
his face before capturing the flaring head back between his lips.

"Oh shit...!" gasped Quintell, emptying the rest of his load in Elliott's
mouth.
	Elliott gathered the cum (sucking softly about the head and shaft),
before swallowing it down the back of his throat. "Damn he a nasty
bitch...!" laughed Quintell, shivering every time Elliott's tongue ran over
his sensitive dick head, looking for more semen.

"Yeah..." smiled Raheim, keeping his dick embedded. "...but he's OUR
bitch!"


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-7<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

ROUTE-76

	The transport van road steadily down the Interstate, heading
towards Piedmont Penitentiary in Valley Forge Pennsylvania. Detective
Hightower watched the road carefully from the passenger's seat, keeping his
eyes peeled for outside influence that might be waiting to bust their
prisoner (27 year old drug lord Tempest Williams) free.
	Detective Macnamara was in the driver's seat, keeping an eye on
Hightower. He was so close to making a million dollars of tax free money,
that he could practically smell the bills. He only had ONE real obstacle
standing in his way..., --his partner.

"Relax man..., no one's following us...! I've been watching!" said
Macnamara, trying to catch his partner off his guard.

"I've been watching too...!" said Hightower, keeping his eye on a car
speeding by. "Tempest has already escaped prison once..., I'm NOT about to
have him do it again on MY watch!"
	Macnamara sighed. This might be harder than he thought.

"What would you do if he offered you money to let him go free...?" asked
Mac out of the clear blue, causing Hightower to look at him curiously. "Not
just money..., but enough money that you wouldn't ever have to work
again..., not unless you wanted to?"

"I'd tell him to take his money and stick it up his ass!" stated Hightower,
honestly.

"But you don't know how much money we're talking...!" argued Macnamara.

"It wouldn't matter..." said Hightower, sticking to his morals. "...it's
ALL tainted! It's blood money! It wouldn't be worth it! I'd still have to
see myself in the mirror everyday!"
	Macnamara ran his hand nervously through his thinning hair...

"So you just one of those chore boys, eh...?" he asked, sounding
pissed. "You think everything is black and white...? Good or bad? Right and
wrong?"

"Yup! That's right!" agreed Hightower, confidently.

"Well you're wrong, man...! I KNOW you are! Know HOW I know...?" asked
Macnamara, looking over at his partner.

"How...?" asked Hightower, curiously.

"Cause of THIS!" said the detective, pulling his gun from his hoister as he
aimed it at his partner.

"That shit ain't funny...!" said Hightower, believing Macnamara
joking. "Put that thing away before somebody gets hurt!"

"You HAD to ruin it, didn't you...?" asked Macnamara, alternating between
watching the car covered road and his partner. ""You just couldn't go along
with it, could you...? I was willing to cut you in on the deal..., to slice
you off a little piece of the pie..., but you just HAD to be a chore boy!"

"What are you talking about, Scotty...?" asked Hightower, confused. "And
put that fucking gun away!"
	Macnamara cocked it, giving Hightower his first indication that he
might be serious.

"I don't want to have to hurt you, Nick..." said Mac, getting desperate.

"Hurt me...?" asked Hightower, realizing this was no game. "You'd SHOOT me
for that drug dealer...?!!"

"It's a LOT of money...!" said Macnamara.

"You'll never SEE it..." argued Hightower, fighting for his life. "...he'd
find some way to fuck you over! You'd NEVER get that money!"

"It's waiting for me at the rendezvous!" informed Mac, seeing his turn off
coming up.
	Hightower knew it was now or never as he reached for the gun. The
struggled for a brief moment before it fired with a loud POP. Hightower
screamed in pain as the bullet ripping through his torso, piercing straight
through to exit through the other side. The van screeched across two lanes,
side swiping another car before speeding down the off ramp.
	With Hightower now unconscious and bleeding (possibly) fatally,
Macnamara pulled drove like a bat out of hell until he came to the
predetermined rendezvous 12 miles from the prison. He saw his party parked
along an unfinished neighborhood development, the workers having already
gone home for the day. He pulled in next to them, getting out of the
vehicle and leaving his partner behind. The back door opened to a long
black limousine, as Brian Dunn (Tempest's assistant) got out carrying a
briefcase.

"Where's Tempest...?" he asked, wanting to see the merchandise first.
	Macnamara walked around back of the van, unlocked the back door,
then dragged Tempest out into the open bound and gagged.

"Show me the money!" yelled Mac, holding Tempest in one hand, and his gun
in another.
	Dunn tossed the briefcase up onto the trunk of the limo, then
popped it open. Macnamara walked over to the limo cautiously, holding
Tempest in front as a shield in case Dunn was stupid enough to try to
double cross him.
	He walked up to the back of the limo, then looked down into the
case. Sure enough there were rows and rows of crisp freshly printed bills,
hundreds of thousands of dollars.

"Is THAT supposed to be a million dollars...?" he asked, believing the
briefcase too small.

"It's HALF a million!" corrected Dunn. "You get HALF now..., and HALF when
Tempest is in a more secured location!"

"Fuck that! That wasn't the plan!" argued Macnamara, pulling Tempest back.

"It IS the plan..." countered Dunn. "...take it or leave it!"
	Macnamara aimed his gun at Dunn, tempted to shoot the lying
assistant where he stood. Then (on second thought) he aimed it at Tempest's
head, figuring he could always lie and say the prisoner tried to escape
before getting his brains blown out. But then he had a third thought, and
decided it best to take the money and run.

"Okay..." he said, lowering his weapon. "...we'll go someplace more
secure..., but he's not leaving my sight for a minute until I get what's
coming to me!"

"Agreed!" said Dunn, closing the case as he, Tempest, and Macnamara got
into the back of the limousine...


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