Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2010 19:07:26 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: precinct-23 II / pt-26

THE PRECINCT II pt-26
Title: UNEXPECTED PROGNOSIS

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MANAYUNK

	The heavy base of loud rap music could be heard blasting through
the neighborhood long before the car carrying 21 years olds Elliott
McConnell and his friend Raheim Johnson was in sight. The music was in
strong contrast to the pleasant peaceful surroundings of the mostly
suburban background. Raheim pulled his car into a parking space just
outside McConnell's condo, cutting the engine before the boys went inside
to play video games on Elliott's Playstation.

"Dad, you home...?" called Elliott, bursting through the door of his
father's apartment. He looked around the spacious bachelor's pad for any
signs of occupancy, but found no signs of his dad as he showed Raheim into
his room.

"I don't think my dad's home..." he said, turning on the television with
the remote.

"Good...!" said Raheim with a wicked grin. Elliott barely had the chance to
react when he felt Raheim grab him about the waist and force him onto the
bed. "If your dad's not here..., we can get one IN real quick...!" he
suggested, pulling Elliott's pants down without bothering to unbuckle his
belt. Elliott felt Raheim pushing him over into bending position as he
worked to free his own hardon. He slapped it up against Elliott's light
colored ass cheeks, beating the bright yellow buns like a drum. Elliott
spit onto his fingers, then slid them up between his cheeks to moisten his
hole for the penetration he knew was coming.
	Raheim spit in his own hand and massaged the natural lubricant onto
the head of his dick before sliding it up into Elliott's ass crack. He
pushed his hips forward several times trying blindly to find the hole. When
he finally made contact, he began prying the tight anus open as he nudged
the head inside.

"UUHHH...!" grunted Elliott, feeling his hole stretch open to accommodate
his buddy's width. Raheim grabbed Elliott's waist then drove his own hips
forward as he buried his dick in one plunge. "SHIT...!" shouted Elliott,
trying to pull away as the dick quickly lodged itself in his bowels.

"Where you going...?" asked Raheim, following Elliott forward as they both
fell down face first onto Elliott's mattress. Raheim quickly wrapped one
arm about Elliott's throat, holding him in a headlock as he ground his
pelvis into his ass, churning his dick around in his gut. "Where the fuck
you THINK you're going...?! You ain't going nowhere! Not til I give you
this nutt!"

"Oh god...!" groaned Elliott, feeling Raheim start fucking.
	Raheim began pulling back and slamming forward with his hips,
pumping straight through Elliott's vulnerable backside. With his pants and
underwear down around his ankles (along with his sneakers), Elliott found
it difficult to maneuver as he lay there taking his buddy's thrusts,
feeling him ram his 9inch power tool straight through into his convulsing
bowels.

	Raheim loved how tight Elliott's asshole felt around his dick, ever
since finding out his homeboy was bisexual (last chap), his sex life had
spiked 50 percent. Not that he had a hard time finding females for sex, it
was just tiresome sometimes going through the motions of dating and
romancing them when all he really wanted was to get his rocks off. Fucking
Elliott killed two birds with one stone, it got Raheim the sex he wanted,
and it got Elliott the dick he craved so badly.
	Elliott took a few moments to get used to the feeling of Raheim's
dick thrusting through his ass. Without the proper lubricant, the friction
was quite rough. But when Raheim pulled out and added more slick spit to
the anal opening, the second entry was much easier, enabling Elliott to
take it better.

	Raheim lay on Elliott's back while he fucked, laying his weight on
top of him as he continued to hump into his ass. On instinct he reached
under Elliott's torso, feeling under his t-shirt for his chest. Usually
there were a nice healthy pair of dangling tits for him to play with when
he fucked his girlfriends, but all Elliott had were nipples. Raheim pinched
the small hard rivets while he fucked, causing Elliott to groan
lustfully. Elliott arched his back, elevating his ass for deeper
penetration as Raheim lay his head beside his friend's. Raheim took full
advantage of the move, slamming hard into Elliott's hot ass. He loved
hearing Elliott moan and groan after every thrust, taking the punishment he
administered like a man.
	Elliott felt Raheim's weight on his back, holding him down as he
fucked him. He loved being on the bottom of men, feeling them use his body
for their own pleasures. Having one of his best friends fuck him was like a
dream come true. Elliott had always been attracted to some of his friends,
but had always been too afraid to let them know, for fear that they might
reject him. But Raheim (and Quintell) seemed to be alright with his
sexuality (so long as they got something out of it). Elliott didn't mind
putting out for his friends, after all, that's what friends were for...!

"aww fuck man..., I can't believe how tight your fuckin' hole is...!" said
Raheim, loving the way Elliott's hole squeezed his slick shaft. "You want
this nutt in that ass, don't you man...?"

"Yes..." moaned Elliott, losing all sense of self under his friend's
friendly assault.  Raheim fucked harder, driving his hips at top speed,
slapping his pelvis into his friend's upturned buttock with increasing
force. Elliott grunted aloud, feeling his buddy's dick slam full length
inside him with every thrust.

"Tell me, boi..., tell me what you want...!" insisted Raheim, wanting to
hear his friend beg for it.

"I want your cum...!" gasped Elliott, giving Raheim what he wanted.

"Where do you want that shit at man...? Tell me!" ordered Raheim, never
missing a stroke.

"Oh fuck, man...! I want it IN me...!" groaned Elliott. "I want you to cum
INside me!"

"In your what...?" asked Raheim, feeling his balls beginning to knot.

"In my ass...!" said Elliott, breathlessly.

"Where...?" asked Raheim, pulling his dick completely from Elliott's
asshole.
	Elliott felt the immediate withdrawal from his ass, his buttock
feeling completely void as he looked back over his shoulder concerned.

"What...? What I say...?" he asked, wondering why Raheim stopped fucking
him?

"Where do you want my nutt...?" asked the 21 year old, looking Elliott in
the eye.

"In my a..." said Elliott, catching his mistake. "...in my pussy...?" he
corrected, getting a smile from his friend.

"That's right!" said Raheim, shoving his dick back in (balls deep), as he
resumed fucking. "Now..., where do you want this nutt at, boi...?" he
asked, ramming his hips back and forth as he picked the pace up where he
left off.

"In my PUSSY!" said Elliott again aloud, giving into lust as his butt was
fucked hard and rough by his straight top friend. "Ooooh fuck man...,
you're fucking my pussy! I love the way you fuck me man! Shoot your cum in
my pussy!"

"You got it baby...!" assured Raheim, doubling his efforts as he drove
himself deeper and faster. Elliott gripped the edges of the bed for
support, his body jerking violently back and forth after each thrust. He
could feel Raheim getting rougher with him, fucking him twice as hard as he
would any woman, making his asshole suffer for the load it so desperately
wanted, --and Elliott loved every minute of it.

"Oh fuck, I'm close...!" moaned Raheim, rising up on his arms to get better
leverage. Elliott arched his back into a bow, elevating his ass for deeper
pounding. Through grit teeth he took his friend's assault, taking the
beating like a man as Raheim suddenly shoved all the way in, holding his
throbbing manhood balls deep as it started to explode a huge deluge of hot
scolding cum deep inside his best friend's accepting ass.

"AARRRR FUCK...!" screamed Raheim, feeling his nuts turn inside out as the
cum fired rapid rounds of copious cum bullets straight into Elliott's
bowels. Elliott could feel the big dick pulsating and jerking wildly inside
him, pumping him full of fresh thick semen as Raheim lay back down on top
of him, allowing his dick to finish draining.

	Elliott could feel Raheim's heart beating against his back as he
panted breathlessly in his ear. Elliott own dick lay throbbing against the
mattress beneath him, silently pulsing out its own load against the sheets
as the news played on TV in the background..., "Another body was found HERE
at a bridge underpass in South Philly!" said the reporter live on the
scene, catching Elliott's attention. "The victim..., --23 year old Andrew
Roberts was a rookie officer on the police force for just over a year! This
is the second body found in what the police are reluctant to call a serial
killing! Sources say they are running references through the police
database to see if there are any similar killings in any of the neighboring
counties! Until then..., this is just being treated as an isolated
incident! I'm Chad Bradley for Action News!"  Elliott lay in shock at the
thought of Andy dead. He rolled Raheim off his back as he sat up in bed to
think clearly. He had barely got his mind wrapped around the idea of Andy's
death when another breaking news story cut into the broadcast. "I'm
standing here in Valley Point, just 12 miles from Piedmont Penitentiary in
Valley Forge Pennsylvania where Tempest Williams, a notorious drug lord was
who was supposed to be expedited back to prison after a daring escape last
year, is believed to have made another successful escape after the police
transport vehicle carrying him was found with one officer shot, and another
officer missing! The shot officer is currently being flown to University
Hospital in critical condition! There is no word yet on the whereabouts of
the other officer, nor of Tempest Williams who is believed to be holding
the missing office hostage!" Elliott saw footage of his father in the
background, investigating the crime scene with forensic officers as the
news camera zoomed in close. Elliott could see the worry on his dad's face,
knowing heads would roll after this latest debacle.

"Hey..., ain't that your dad on TV...?" asked Raheim.

"Yeah..." said Elliott, feeling bad for his dad, as well as for Andy.

"This's a LIVE broadcast, right...?" asked Raheim, looking over Elliott's
shoulder.

"Yeah..." said Elliott, more in-tuned to the news than his friend.

"Good..." said Raheim, pushing Elliott back over onto his stomach as he
quickly climbed on top. "...that means he won't be home no time soon..., we
can get another one IN real quick!"  Elliott said nothing in protest as
Raheim shoved his semi-hard dick back into his hole and resumed
fucking. With Elliott's ass now housing a fresh load of his sperm, fucking
him was much easier. Elliott welcomed the distraction, needing a
diversion...


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WEST PHILLY

	The black limousine pulled up in front of the duel home Whinny
Graham (otherwise known as Pooh) had converted into one large luxurious
single home. Inside the house (which was plush with expensive modern day
furniture as well as a King's throne in the living room) Pooh was upstairs
up in the privacy of his bedroom, lying back naked on his large king sized
bed with his newlywed wife (Divine) riding his thick fat rigid dick.
	Successfully stretched from nightly sessions, Divine pressed her
manicured hands against her husband's large round hairy stomach for support
as she bounced up and down on his immense dick, feeling the oversized shaft
spread her manmade vagina wider than anything she's had inside it since her
transsexual surgery.

"awww damn that puzy's tite...!" moaned Pooh, smiling with a big grin as he
watched his wife's perfectly rock hard tits bounce in unison before him. He
couldn't resist reaching up to squeeze, grope, and caress them
periodically, rubbing his hands all over her shapely body as she rode him
like a cowgirl. After nearly 20 minutes of pussy fucking, Divine pulled up
off her husband's most prized possession, then eased her asshole down onto
it, giving her sore vagina a break. "You kno I prefer to buss in that
puzy...!" he said, not very fond of anal sex.

"I know big daddy..." said Divine, seductively. "...it just needs a
break...! You know I get more feeling from my OTHER vagina!"

"But that's the one the doctor's never changed..." argued Pooh, as Divine
slid her ass all the way down on him in one stroke. "...it's the only real
part of you that's still male!"

"Honey..., my asshole was the first thing that I identified with as
female!" argued Divine, grounding her ass in Pooh's groin. "Once I started
getting that pounded, I knew becoming a woman was in the cards for me!"
	To emphasize her point, Divine began lifting and lowering her ass
on her husband's big dick, fucking herself at twice the pace she did with
her vagina. Pooh could feel the difference in the grip and texture, with
Divine's asshole being more accomplished than her newly made vagina. Divine
leaned backwards, stretching her arms out behind herself for support as she
hammered her own butt up and down on Pooh's gigantic dick. Pooh's ramrod
thickened harder, the huge shaft being sucked with a friction it rarely
received for normal women. He gripped his wife's legs, squeezing her outer
thighs as she bounced harder. The bed rocked with the force of a boat, the
headboard hitting against the wall with a prominent rhythmic bang. Pooh
reached up between his wife's legs, then began toying with her private
parts. He rubbed his thumb against the clit, then dripped it into the well
lubed hole, the fat digit plugging her socket like a the little Dutch
boy. At that very moment Divine felt her husband's dick expand, then felt
it burst with life in her anal gut.

"ARRRHH...! AARRRHHHHHHHGG...!!" he yelled, firing in her ass with a series
of explosive spurts which coated her anal canal in thick rich gooey sperm.
	Divine slowed her bounce to a stop after her husband's climax,
sitting all the way down on it as she leaned forward and kissed him gently
on the lips.

"You were saying...?" she asked, knowing her bo'gina would get the job
done.
	Just as Pooh was about to give his wife props, his cell phone
started to ring. He reached over onto the nightstand beside the bed as
Divine rolled off of him and onto her back.

"Wussup...?" asked the big guy, fully satisfied as he relaxed back against
the bed. Divine was just beginning to settle into her side of the bed
(enjoying the huge load her husband implanted inside her) when Pooh
suddenly jumped up. "WHAT...??! I'll be rite there...!" he barked, getting
out of bed.

"What's wrong...?" asked Divine, concerned.

"Tempest broke out of jail, --again...!" said Pooh, throwing on his sweat
suit. Divine's mouth dropped open in shock. "He's outside waiting for us in
his limo!"

"Outside...? Here...??" asked Divine, jumping up to get dressed as
well. "How the hell did this happen...?"

"Dunn paid a half a mill to some dumb ass cop to bust him free!" explained
Pooh, stuffing his thick heavy legs through the pants as he tucked his
thick heavy dick in the pocket.

"A half mill...?" questioned Divine, throwing on her own grab. "Where he
get that kinda money...?"

"That's what I wanna kno!" said Pooh, heading out the bedroom door.
	From the limo, one could see the front door to the house swing open
as Pooh's huge frame filled the doorway. He flew down the front steps,
practically running towards the limousine with his wife Divine taking up
the rear. He reached for the door handle, pulling it open and peering his
head inside, only to find Tempest Williams holding a white man down across
the black leather chair, ramming his big stiff dick in and out of his
(obviously virgin) asshole.
	The man moaned and groaned in severe pain, naked from the waist
down and bleeding from the head where he was clearly struck and
beaten. Brian Dunn (Tempest's assistant) sat on the opposite side of the
limo, holding a gun on the white guy while Tempest tore a him a new
asshole.

"What tha hell...?!" said Pooh in surprise, staring at the spectacle. "Who
the hell is that...?!"

"The cop who thought he was going to get Tempest's money!" said Dunn,
holding detective Macnamara's gun in one hand, and the briefcase full of
cash in the other.

"Get yur ass in here and get some of this cop ass!" suggested Tempest,
ramming his entire dick back and forth with deep long strokes. Pooh
hesitated as Divine peaked into the limo over his shoulder. She could hear
the painful cries coming from the helpless white man as his body was fucked
without his permission. She had no doubt that the officer would never see
the sunrise tomorrow, once Tempest and his goons had had their way with
him.

"I don't want you to go in there..." whispered Divine, pulling at her
husband's ox like arm.

"Chill out, babee..." assured Pooh, standing upright. "...I ain't fuck'n
that white bitch! Go back in the house, see what you can find out on tha
news!" he insisted, sending his wife on a mission as he climbed into the
backseat and pulled the door closed.
	He assessed the situation by scanning the limo. From what he could
guess, Macnamara must had gotten too wrapped up in the money to pay close
attention to what Tempest and Dunn where doing. As soon as his attention
was split (counting cash), Dunn must have jumped him, helped by Tempest who
(though handcuffed and shackled) threw his body into the mix as they forced
the gun from his hand. Once Dunn had possession of the gun, he forced
Macnamara to unlock the shackles. Tempest took over from there, most likely
beating the man unconscious until his asshole was free and vulnerable for
the taking.

	Pooh watched as Tempest held the officer facedown, lifted over top
him in pushup position as he slammed his hips into his cop ass with
merciless thrusts. Whenever Macnamara got too loud with the moans (hoping
some passerby would hear and call the authorities...), Tempest would simply
punch him in the back of the head, shutting him up.
	Macnamara realized his partner's words were coming true, `you're
never going to see that money..., Tempest will find a way to fuck you
over!' (literally). Macnamara thought he was probably getting what he
deserved, having shot his own partner and leaving him for dead. So THIS was
how his 19 year career ended, with him being named a trader and a cop
killer?

"Thought you had me by the balls, eh bitch...?" asked Tempest, ramming his
hips faster. "Who got their balls inna sling now, eh? Who got the dick up
their ass now, eh bitch?!" asked the drug lord, slamming his pubic bone
home. "I ain't cummed in DAYS either..." he added as an
afterthought. "...when I cum in yur pussy, its gonna be a BIG one!"
	Dunn frowned in disappointment, knowing he'd be losing Tempest's
first nut to Macnamara. Just the thought alone made him want to shoot the
cop.

	Tempest slapped his pelvis into Mac's ass with growing intensity,
having fucked the fallen officer for the past 30 minutes
straights. Macnamara's ass was very tight, completely virgin. Tempest
enjoyed the pain he was causing the officer, knowing he was the first man
to take his man's ass, to lay waste to his unexplored terrain. He grabbed
the back of Mac's hair and pulled his head upright to see his pained facial
expression. Pooh could see a couple of teeth missing where he had most
likely been pistol wiped as well. Macnamara's eyes fluttered open as he
noticed Pooh sitting before him. He silently begged for help between wails,
pleading for the drug dealer to get Tempest off his back, to spare him the
indignity of being Tempest's butt buddy. But Pooh simply sat there watching
his demise, saying that the cop had made his own bed...  "Ain't nobody
gonna help yur dumb ass, motherfucker!" snarled Tempest in Mac's ear,
picking up the pace as he fucked even harder. "Yur MINE for as long as I
got cum in my balls! So you'd better pray that I stay horny, cause as long
as I'm horny, yur ass's alive!"

"P...pl...please..." begged Mac, feeling the long hard black curved dick
bore straight through his sore rectum with repeated vigor. "...please...,
let me go...! I...I have a wife...a family...!"

"You mean some bitch was dumb enough to marry yur punk ass...?!" asked
Tempest, pulling Mac's hair harder as he fucked. Macnamara screamed out in
double pain as his head was pulled backwards by the roots while his virgin
ass was rammed raw. "Maybe we oughta go pay HER a visit too..., see if SHE
wants some of this big black dick in her ass as well...?"
	Macnamara groaned in despair, knowing his pleas had fallen on deaf
ears. He could feel Tempest getting even rougher with him, hammering
through his ass at top speed, pounding through his fighting sphincter. But
just when Macnamara thought he couldn't take any more pain, he felt
Tempest's teeth biting into his neck like a dog. Macnamara howled with a
new pain as Tempest's teeth sank into the skin, breaking through the
surface and drawing blood. At that very moment Tempest rammed his dick all
the way into the officer's ass balls deep, shooting a torrent of hot cum
directly into Macnamara's sore hole just as the taste of blood filled his
mouth.

"Oh god...! Oh god...! Oh god...!" panted the detective, feeling his legs
shake uncontrollably as the dick inside him made his innards became sloppy
with sperm. He could actually feel Tempest suctioning his neck, sucking the
blood straight out of him like a vampire while filling him with cum.
	Tempest threw his head back during climax, roaring triumphantly as
he came, his teeth tainted red with blood as it trickled down the corners
of his lips like red drool.

"That's new..." said Pooh, thinking Tempest had gone to a new level of
crazy.
	Brian Dunn looked on in jealous envy, as the police detective was
rewarded (unjustifiably) with Tempest's first load since his escape. They
both watched as the drug lord emptied his balls in the detective's ass,
squirming a top him as his dick continued to spray its copious juice in his
sore and battered entrails.

	After several long minutes of intense climax, Tempest relaxed his
hold on Macnamra's hair. The detective bowed his head in defeated shame as
the dick continued to throb inside him. Tempest gathered his strength, then
pulled his spent prick from the officer's sore depths. His assistant Brian
Dunn was there with a towel, cleaning up the mess on his dick as Tempest
relaxed back in his seat for a breather. "Yur turn...!" he offered to his
partner Pooh. "Get yurself some of that ass before we pop this mofo...!"
	Pooh looked down at the white detective (naked from the waist
down), bleeding from the neck and his asshole...

"I'm koo...!" he said, turning it down.  Tempest's eyes narrowed...

"That wasn't meant to be an option...!" said Tempest, not liking Pooh's
decline.

"Fuk'n men is YUR thing, not mine!" argued Pooh, standing ground. "And I
ain't about to pop no cop!"

"I thought we were partners...?" said Tempest, reading Pooh's facial
expressions.

"That's don't mean we kill cops together...!" said Pooh.

"Then WHAT does it mean...?" asked Tempest. "Partner's to me mean we got
each other's backs...! We supposed to support each other no matter what!
Through thick and thin! But my boi here's been tellin' me how you and
Peaches've been makin plans to revamp MY organization behind my back...,
trynna to take over everything I made possible...!"
	Pooh looked down at Dunn (if looks could kill), then back up at
Tempest...

"You were gone..., we hadda make sum decisions on where we wannit tha
buzniz to go...!" explained Pooh.

"So you were gonna just let me rot in jail, while yall divvied up my
shit...?" asked Tempest.

"Ride comes to an end fo e'rybody at sum point, Temp..." reasoned Pooh, not
denying his actions. "...but yur shyt would've still been here when and IF
ya got back!"

"Well..., thanx to MY MAN Dunn here..." said Tempest, petting Dunn about
the head like a pet. "...I'm back NOW! And all them changes you and that
BITCH was about to make..., you can shove em up that big fat ass you
draggin' behind you! Cause I ain't changin' shit...! Except partners...!"

"What's THAT supposed to mean...?" asked Pooh, getting the since that he
was fired.

"From this moment on..., --you fat ugly fuck..., our partnership is
terminated!" declared Tempest, taking back control. "Now get yur big ass
outta MY limo!"

"Ain't gonna be that easy to dissolve, Temp..." protested Pooh, reluctant
to get out without resolving. "...I put too much time and effort into
Sextasy to juss walk away empty handed...!"  Tempest grabbed Macnamara's
gun from Dunn...

"You walk away now..., or get yur big ass carried away...!" threatened
Tempest, holding the gun on the big guy. If Pooh was scared, it never
showed on his poker face as he eyeballed Tempest and the gun, then slowly
backed out of the limousine.

"Please..., don't leave me...!" begged Macnamara on the floor as Pooh
slammed the door shut in his face.

"Drive!" ordered Tempest as the limo took off down the street, destination
unknown.


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UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL

	Detective Nicolas Hightower was taken from immediate surgery, to
the intensive care unit where his friends and family from the police force
awaited his recovery. Doctors gave Hightower a 85% chance of full recovery,
having completely removed the bullet which missed his heart by less than an
inch.
	No one was happier for Hightower's prognosis more than police
captain David McConnell, who had already saw too many of his officers
gunned down while on duty. He was there, standing by Hightower's bedside
when he opened his eyes, giving the first clear indication that he would be
alright.
	The room and hallway (which were packed with concerned officers)
went up in cheers as soon as word went out that he was awake. McConnell
grabbed his hand, squeezing it for support as Hightower tried to clear his
throat to speak.

"Do worry about talking right now..." said McConnell, more concerned about
his health than making a statement. "...just relax and let your body heal
until the doctors come back in...! We're doing all we can to find Tempest
and detective Macnamara..., we'll find your partner alive and safe, I
promise you that!"

	Hightower tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry. When he
opened his mouth to speak, he could only whisper... "Mac..." he said with
tremendous strain to his wounds.

"Yes..., Macnamara..." said McConnell. "...we haven't found him yet...! We
believe Tempest may be using him as a hostage after he shot you...!"

"No..." struggled Hightower, fighting back a choking cough. "...was'n
Tem...pest who shot me..." he whispered, as McConnell came in closer to
listen. "...was...Mac...!"

"Mac...?" asked McConnell, not sure he heard correctly. "Macnamara shot
you...? Are you SURE...??"

"Yes...!" said Hightower, taking a deep breath before passing back out.
	McConnell stood up in shock at the thought of another of his
trusted officers becoming corrupt. He stared up at the television which was
playing the news in Hightower's room. He saw a reporter talking to the
family of Andy Roberts, interviewing his mother and father while they were
still mourning at their home in West Philly. McConnell walked over and
turned the volume up...

"...Andy was always a good boy..., we don't understand why someone would do
such a thing like this to our son..." said the mother, obviously grief
stricken. McConnell wondered why he didn't think to remove them from their
home..., knowing reporters might hound them for a cover story?

"Do you know where officer Roberts was living at the time of his death...?
Was he seeing anyone in particular...?" asked the reporter.

"We haven't seen our son in a year...!" said the father, with his arm
around his wife's shoulders protectively. "He moved out shortly before
becoming an officer..., and moved in with someone he was seeing, but would
never tell us who she was...!"

"So you never met the person your own son was dating...?" asked the
reporter.

"No...!" said the mother. "He stopped going to church...! He stopped coming
around as much...! He would only visit briefly from time to time..., and he
was very secretive about his private life! Whenever we invited him to bring
his girlfriend by for dinner or the holidays, he would decline without
explanation...! Whoever this person or people he was living with, took
total control over his life!"

"Do you think these people might be the ones behind your son's death...?"
asked the reporter, as the camera man zoomed in closer for the dramatic
answer...
	McConnell could see the question replaying in Andy's mother's mind
as she seriously thought about that possibility for the first time.

"My god..., I sure hope not..." she said to the reporter. "...to think he
might have been living with someone who could do those terrible things to
him..." unable to finish her statement, she broke down in heavy sobs as her
husband turned them away from the cameras...

"No more questions, please...!" he said, taking his wife back into their
modest home. "Just find our son's killer!"


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WYNNFIELD

	After much argument with his parents (his protective mother in
particular) 29 year old Marvin Rollins decided to go home with his
roommate/lover, 27 year old police detective Malik Jones after being
released from the hospital.
	Malik helped Marvin out of the car, allowing him to lean on his
smaller shoulders like a crutch as they mounted the steps to their
apartment on the second floor. Marvin slowly made his way over to the sofa
where he took a seat, lying back on the throw pillows as Malik helped make
him more comfortable.

"I have to get back to work..." he said after getting Marvin the cable
remote and a 6pak. "...anything else I can do before I go...?"

"You could work on this for me...!" said Marvin, grabbing his crotch.

"I don't have much time..." said Malik reluctantly, as Marvin playfully
pulled him closer.

"After I nearly died...?" asked Marvin, throwing the sympathy card and
making Malik feel bad. Malik still felt responsible for Marvin's injuries
since he was the one that got him onto the case as an advisor. He got down
onto his knees beside the sofa, then began undoing his lover's pants.
	Marvin made himself more comfortable as he removed the pillows from
behind his back to lay his head on the arm rest. Malik opened his pants,
then freed his fattening hardon. Malik stared down at the rising dick
growing before his eyes, then leaned forward and began licking the head and
shaft.

"Yeah..., that feels good..." encouraged Marvin, watching Malik's mouth
stretch down around the crown. He bobbed his head up and down the thick
prod, sliding his lips along the swollen shaft as he got reacquainted with
his lover's staff. Marvin casually reached down behind Malik, caressing the
curve of his buttock while Malik labored over his manhood.
	Malik sucked deeper as lust began to take him over. He felt
Marvin's fat dick head touch into the back of his mouth as he nearly
dislocated his jaw to force his face down further about the shaft. Marvin
forced his hand down into the seat of Malik's pants, then started to
explore his bare ass crack with his fingers. Malik knew what toying with
his man-hole entailed as Marvin began digging his middle (and longest)
finger inside.

"You gonna give me some pussy, babee...?" he asked, pressing his finger in
and out of the elastic hole.
	Malik removed his mouth from the spit wet prick bobbing before his
face...

"Doctor said no strenuous work..." he reminded.

"YOU can ride it...!" suggested Marvin, causing Malik to recall walking in
on Marvin and his nurse back at the hospital (chap-24, pt-4). He could
still see the woman riding his boyfriend's big dick, tossing her hair as
she slammed her pussy down in his lap. Malik decided the only way to kill
that memory was to replace it with a new one. He stood up, then began
removing his clothes. Marvin (giddy with excitement) repositioned himself
so Malik could have full access to the object of their affection. Malik
disappeared into the bedroom, then returned with a towel and a bottle of
anal lube. He greased Marvin's stiff standing pole with his fist, coating
the thick hard surface before adding a generous amount to his own
anus. Marvin's dick pulsed in anticipation as Malik turned to sit down, and
aimed Marvin's ramrod up to his sweet hole.

"Yeeeaahhh..., that's what I'm talkin' bout...!" said Marvin, feeling his
lover's anus envelope him like a well fitted glove as Malik eased his
asshole down on the fat round head, then sank slowly down until he was
sitting upright on the huge human phallus.
	Malik waited for a moment as his body adjusted to the intrusion. He
waited until his asshole relaxed before he began sliding up and down,
riding his boyfriend's hard wood. It had been some time since he felt
Marvin inside him, his big gigantic pole stretching his tight tiny anus
wide. But Malik knew riding Marvin's dick was like riding a bicycle, one
you conquered that feat you never forget how to ride.
	Marvin lay down along the full length of the sofa while Malik rode
him sideways, his back facing the back of the couch. Marvin's dick slid in
and out of his ass sideways at an angle, giving both men an extra added
thrill. Malik found himself taking longer squats, taking his lover's thick
dick from tip to base, feeling the entire length slide through his milking
hole.

	Marvin loved the sight of his dick sliding through his boyfriend's
ass as Malik's asshole gobbled him up like a turkey dinner. He loved
watching Malik enjoy himself on his dick, even though Malik always tried
hard to act indifferent. He could see through Malik's own actions that he
was getting extremely turned on, just by watching him fuck himself
faster. Malik's dick was sticking up rock hard from his lap, begging for
some attention of its own as he wrapped his greased hand about it and began
stroking himself off. Marvin could feel Malik's asshole sucking his dick,
the anal muscles contracting around the shaft as if sucking like a hungry
mouth. Marvin could feel himself getting close to popping his cork as he
began to thrust upward, driving his own dick well deep into Malik's
bouncing ass.
	Malik stroked his dick faster, feeling his own climax building as
his asshole was fucked for the first time in what felt like weeks. He began
to hammer his hole down into his boyfriend's lap, forgetting the doctor's
orders for Marvin to do anything strenuous. Marvin could feel a sharp pain
starting to ring through his wounds, but he was far too close to cumming to
stop the ride now. He grabbed Malik's hips, then pulled him down on his
dick, planting his pole deep in Malik's depths before shooting his load on
the spot.

"UUHHHH...!!!" grunted Marvin, closing his eyes as he bit his lower lip to
regain control.  Malik saw Marvin's pained expression, then shot his own
load straight up into the air. He aimed the cum away from himself, not
wanting to stain his clothes as he was headed back to the office. Marvin
could feel Malik's asshole milking his rod as he continued cumming inside
him.
	Suddenly there was a knock at the door...

"Oh shit...!" said Malik in panic. "Someone's at the door...!"

"No, wait...! I'm still cumming...!" protested Marvin, holding Malik down
on his still erupting dick as he throbbed and jerked inside his boi.

"What if its your mom...?!" asked Malik, uncomfortable with the idea of
someone standing outside their door, listening.

"Fuck...!" yelled Marvin, letting go as Malik got up off his dick.
	Malik pulled up his his pants and shorts, then threw the towel over
Marvin to clean up. While he fastened his pants, Marvin cleaned his dick,
then pulled up his own clothes in case the company needed to come in. Once
they both were sufficiently covered, Malik walked across the floor and
opened the door to find a face he vaguely remembered...

"Fontaine...!" yelled Marvin from the couch, having recognized her at the
door.

"Fontella...!" corrected the girl, brushing the hair from her eyes.

"Hi..." said Malik, dumbfounded. Had she come back for another 3way?

"Can I come in...?" she asked, her face somber.

"uh..., sure..." said Malik, stepping aside.
	Fontella walked in, but a lot more subdued than the last time she
was there (chap-4). He turned down Malik's offer for something to drink as
she blurted...

"There's really no good way to say this..."
	Malik could see she was nervous. She took a deep breath, then
closed her eyes and said... "I'm pregnant!" Both Malik and Marvin looked at
each other.

"And yur tellin' us why...?" asked Marvin from the sofa.

"Because I haven't been with ANYone since that night we all were
together..." answered Fontella. "I don't want you both thinking I'm some
cheap whore who goes around doing 3sums with every gay man and his
boyfriend who comes along...!"

"Who you callin' gay...?" asked Marvin, insulted.

"I never did a 3way with 2 men before..., and I haven't slept with anyone
since that night!"

"So whadda you tryin' to say...? That ONE of us is the father...?!" asked
Marvin, skeptically.

"No..." said Fontella, looking at Malik. "...I'm saying HE'S the
father...!" she said confidently, causing a shock across Malik's face...

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