Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2010 23:03:15 -0400 From: nphillydogg@aol.com Subject: the precinct II / pt-32 [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] _________________________________________________________________________ THE PRECINCT II -pt-32 Title: BETTER DAYS >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY 21 year old Elliott McConnell lay exhausted in his friend's bed. After leaving his dad's condo last night, he called his best friend to pick him up at the subway stop. Raheim Johnson (who had known Elliott's since grade school) was more than willing to have his hommie stay with him. He picked Elliott up in his old model Chevy with the silver rims and gigantic speakers, and took him back to his one bedroom apartment in West Philly. The apartment (unlike Raheim's car) was a dump, with peeling wallpaper, falling plaster, and leaky pipes. It was obvious upon first glance what Raheim opted to spend his money on. As soon as the two boys entered the apartment, Raheim was all over Elliott, pulling at his ass and clothes, trying to strip him naked. "H...hold on a minute..." said Elliott, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. "...I have to call my dad...!" "Your dad...?" questioned Raheim, pausing only for a second. "Nigga, if you don't get those clothes off and get in my bed..., I'm gonna rip the shit off'a you!" Elliott took his friend for his word, and quickly stripped out of his clothes and rushed into the bedroom where Raheim proceeded to fuck him every which way but loose. Now, hours (and two amazing fucks) later as the sun began its crest over the building tops, Elliott remembered his promise to call his father. Reaching for his pants on the floor beside the bed, Raheim awoke, pulling Elliott's warm body back into him from behind. "Where you think you're goin'...?" he asked, grinding his morning erection into Elliott's ass. "No where..." answered the college dropout, fishing his phone from his pocket before letting his pants fall to the floor. "...just calling my dad...!" "Again with your dad..." grumbled Raheim, rolling away as he got out of bed to pee. "...`gotta call my dad', `gotta call my dad'..." he mocked with a whiney voice. " --shit..., you'd think your dad raised you n'shit!" he concluded sarcastically, heading towards the bathroom. "What's that supposed to mean...?" asked Elliott, sitting up on one elbow as he searched through his cell's digital phonebook for his dad's private number. "Nothing..." said Raheim, lifting the toilet seat as he aimed his erection down towards the bowel. "...it's just..., MY dad didn't raise me either..., but you don't see me falling all over him every chance I get...!" "My dad was kicked out of the house and not allowed to visit his children because of his sexuality..., YOUR dad left for another family he made with somone else...! I don't see the similarity!" challenged Elliott. Raheim flushed... "I'm just saying..." he continued, walking back into the bedroom with his dick half mast. "...cut the umbilical cord already!" "Let's just drop it!" said Elliott, pressing his dad's name as he held the phone up to his ear. "What...? You're MAD now...?" asked Raheim, flopping back down in bed. "You lil' daddies boy!" he added, poking Elliott in the ribs. "STOP!" yelled Elliott, ticklish. "My dad's no answering...!" he said, still listening to the ring. "He's probably getting his knob waxed..., which is what WE should be doing...!" complained Raheim, stroking his hardon and holding it up for Elliott to see. "He told me to call him last night..." said Elliott, ignoring his friend as he shut off the phone. "...now he's not answering...! I hope everything's alright...!" "Your dad's the fuckin' Chief of Police..., what the fuck could happen to him...?" asked Raheim, gripping the back of Elliott's head before guiding it down towards his dick... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< PRECINCT-23 As word of McConnell's resignation spread about the precinct, people began to wonder WHO his replacement might be? His office sat empty, void of the awards and memorabilia which decorated the walls. The desk sat empty and clear of family photos and case files, and the coat rack which often held his sweaters and blazers were now barren. People would walk by, glance in through the big picture windows and shake their heads in shame. But none felt McConnell loss more than his core officers: Malik, Maleece, Ramone, and Jake. Jake Valentine was devastated, as he stood by the time clock waiting to punch. He had heard the buzz as soon as he came in. Not believing it, he stopped by the captain's office to see for himself. Sure enough, his heart sank when he saw the vacant room. "Did you hear about McConnell...?" he asked his partner (Rodney Ellis) as soon as he came in. "He resigned yesterday...! His office is empty!" "Big deal!" said Ellis, punching the clock before heading out to his squad car. Jake followed him close behind... "You can't still be mad at him for what happened to your dad...?" inquired Jake, getting an evil look from his partner. "It wasn't McConnell's fault...! He was trialed and found guilty...!" "You know what...?" asked Ellis, stopping at the driver's side of the cruiser. "...I think you ought to move out and find your own spot! Pronto!" he added, before hoping into the driver's seat. Jake was stunned... "What did I do...?" he asked, getting into the passenger's side as Ellis started the car. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry!" "You ain't did shit!" said Ellis, pulling off. "You were only supposed to stay with me til you got on your feet..., now it's like we a fucking couple or something! It's just time for you to go!" "You met someone else...?" asked Jake, feeling dumped. "Where were you last night...?" "None of your fucking business!" argued Ellis. "THIS is what I'm talking about...! I can't even stay out without you questioning where I been!" "It's just..." said Jake, dropping his head into his chest. "...ever since we've been together, you've fucked me every day except last night...! Did you..., find someone else...?" "Look..." said Ellis, stopping the cruiser in the middle of the street. "...we ain't together! We ain't NEVER been together! I ain't no damn faggot! And WE ain't lovers! Got that?! You're just some punk bitch I been fucking to get my rocks off! I ain't gay! Never was!" yelled the irate black man, scaring Jake to death. "Okay...!" said Jake, frightened by the amount of hatred he saw in his partner's eyes. Ellis paused for a few seconds to get his barrings, then slowly drove off after calming himself down. Jake sat quietly in his seat, believing Ellis was a powder keg about to go off any minute... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY "I think Pooh would look nice in THIS one...!" said Dedra Wright (wife to the man best known as D-Money), pulling out one of Pooh's cleanest, best, pimp daddy suits. "He wore this one ONCE to the Underground Ball! Took me and Money with him that year!" "Underground Ball...?" asked Divine, at odds about the purple pinstriped suit with matching shoes and hat which would make Pooh look like Barney. "What's that...?" "Oh..., it's just this Ball all the big drug dealers go to every year...! It's held in a different city every year, so the cops won't pick up on where it's located!" "What do they do there...?" asked Divine, curiously. "They PIMP of course...! They also exchange information..., give talks on how to Mac, how to invest money wisely to make more money..., they definitely party..., and they give out awards to the best and upcoming drug dealers of the year...! You know, stuff like that! I'm surprised Tempest never took YOU!" "Well..., whatever Tempest and I was, ended a LONG time ago..." said Divine, looking through her husband's closet when her eyes fixed on his sweat suit. She pulled it from the closet, holding it as a bride would a delicate wedding gown she intended to purchase. "I think we should bury him in this..." she added, sitting the sweat suit atop the purple pimp suit. Dedra frown, not really liking it. "...this was what Pooh was wearing the day he proposed to me!" added Divine, nostalgically. "He looked so cute and cuddly in it..., I just couldn't refuse...!" "Okay..., the track suit it is!" said Dedra, replace the suit she picked out. "You never told me how it went at the reading of the Will...! Did all of Pooh's babies mommas show up...?" "And HOW!" said Divine, stretching here eyeballs. "Pooh may have called himself ugly..., but he had no shortage of pussy whenever he wanted it!" "Ain't THAT the truth!" agreed Dedra. "You know that nigga has 12 kids by 11 different women...?!! It was like standing in the welfare line outside that lawyer's office!" Dedra laughed, picturing Divine and 11 other woman all looking like hood rats... "Did you get the deed...?" "Pooh changed everything over in his Will into MY name the week we were married!" informed Divine, lifting a weight off of Dedra and Money's shoulders. "It was almost as if he sensed something might happen to him...!" "In THIS business you never know...!" said Dedra. "So the house is secure...?" "Not just the house..., he had 5 properties that some of the other mothers are living in...! 6 cars! And enough life insurance to choke a heard of horses! I won't have to work another day in my life!" cheered Divine. "That's what's up, girl! Don't forget the little people who knew you before you got rich...!" chimed Dedra. "I won't!" said Divine, gratefully. "But you should have seen them bitches when they heard I had gotten all of the properties and most of the loot! They looked like they wanted to rip me to shreds right there in the office!" "I bet it was a circus...!" smirked Dedra, knowing the type of women Pooh liked. "Circus AND animal act, honey! Can we talk?" assured Divine. "At least now I have enough to bury him the RIGHT way..." continued Divine, looking down at the giant sweat suit affectionately. "...do you know how much its gonna cost for his coffin alone...?! He was a BIG MAN!" "Not to mention pallbearers! Where are you having the services...?" asked Dedra, rubbing her growing stomach. "There's a big church on Westminnister that should be able to hold everyone who's intending to come...!" "You're going to have to set up something for the Underground too..." advised Dedra. "...there's a lot of drug dealers that would like to pay their respects to Pooh, but won't be able to attend the funeral if there's going to be a lot of cops hanging around looking to make arrests...!" "I thought of that..." said Divine, having done her homework. "...the church has a basement with a separate entrance..., they can come there if they want to attend...!" "Okay..." said Dedra. "...and what about Pooh's half of the partnership with Tempest...? That's a multi-million dollar business! What are your intentions with that...?" "Haven't really thought about it..." said Divine. "I doubt Tempest would want a partnership with me, of all people...! I guess he would just have to buy me out...!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL Detectives Malik Jones and his partner Maleece Cortez, visited a fallen comrade (detective Nicolas Hightower) in his private room at the University Of Pennsylvania. It had been some time since they had last seen him (fresh from surgery and clinging to life), and wasn't sure how he would look today... "Hello...?" called Malik, knocking carefully on the door before entering. He peeked his head inside, seeing Hightower surrounded by a network of close family and friends. "Malik...! Mal...! Come on in...! Meet my family!" invited Hightower, in good spirits. Malik and Maleece were glad to see Hightower up and full of life. His room was inundated with flowers, balloons, and get well cards, support from a myriad of well wishers hoping for the best. After introducing his parents and his siblings, he excused his family so he could talk to his coworkers alone. The family (abiding his wishes) stepped out into the hall, giving the men their privacy. "Any word on Macnamara yet...?" asked Hightower, sitting upright in his hospital bed. "We're still looking for him..." said Maleece. "...but don't worry, we'll FIND him!" "Alive I hope!" said Hightower. "If he's made some kinda deal with Tempest Williams..., there's no telling what that madman might do to him!" "You're still worried about your ex-partner after he shot you in cold blood...?!" asked Maleece, surprised. "Mac's been going through a lot, lately..." said Hightower, sympathetically. "Who hasn't...?" asked Maleece under his breath, getting a sideways glance from his partner. "You don't know Mac like I know Mac..." defended Hightower. "...he's a loner..., he don't have many friends, he has no family, and he keeps all of his anger and frustration bottled up inside...! I always tried to get him to relax more and open up..., but he's not really the social type!" "You just described half the men on the Force!" joked Malik, looking at his partner. Maleece threw up his middle finger, suggestively... "It's not that simple..." said Hightower, debating if he should go any further. "...Mac has..., cancer! He was diagnosed with it about a year ago! There's no telling what something like that could do to a person's psychic until it happens to you!" "Damn..." responded Maleece, feeling bad for all the times he wished Macnamara harm for being such an ass. "Now you see why I'm so understanding...? I KNOW it wasn't just the money talking! He's dying a slow death inside, all alone..., --that's got to be a tough thing to live with...!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-5<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< CENTER CITY The skyline looking out over the city begins to slowly fade away as dusk falls over the City Of Brotherly Love. The view from local newsman Chad Bradley's apartment is nothing short of breathtaking, impressing even the hardest of hearts. His apartment (which was richly designed by a paid Interior Decorator) showed off a smooth adult male's sophisticated taste, far surpassing Chad's 23 years, showing no signs of his hick backwater upbringing which he fought desperately to shed before coming to the `big city' for his big start. The soft music of veteran crooner Charles Popular played on the surround system while two barely touched glasses of wine sat warming on the coffee table while just a few feet away, Maleece Cortez was violently fucking Chad Bradley in the ass on the sofa. Chad lay with his face in the cushion, his ass elevated while Maleece humped him from the back. Both men were fully dressed (having just come in from an early evening out), Chad invited Maleece up to his place for a drink, and the rest (as they say) was history. Chad's pants lay tightly wrapped around his legs, preventing him from spreading his knees like he wanted. Every time he tried to stand up to remove his pants and underwear, Maleece would fuck him harder, believing he might be trying to get away. Maleece held Chad by the waist, slamming his open fly into the news reporter's hungry ass with growing aggression. Chad could feel the banana shaped dick fucking through him, battering his aching colon as it slipped in and out of his clinging rectum as if tailor made to suit. Chad loved Maleece's aggression, his animal like instinct as he simply bent the famed reporter over his own Italian made sofa and butt fucked him on their very first date. Chad's hard dick was still trapped in his pants as he was unable to free it due to Maleece's tiger like aggression. When Chad attempted to unfasten his trousers to stroke his erection, Maleece gripped a handful of his beautiful blonde hair, then yanked his head up off the sofa. Chad groaned a mixture of pain and pleasure as he was roughly manhandled, reminding him of his days back in the southern sticks from which he came. Maleece had no idea what had come over him. He had seen Chad Bradley on television on numerous occasions reporting the news, but never thought he would have an opportunity to meet him. Indeed the handsome reporter was sexy (5'7" with blue eyes, white teeth, blonde hair, and perfectly chiseled facial features. Had it not been for his height, he might have made a fine model). Maleece felt an overwhelming desire to fuck this creature, to use his ass as he had Jake's, by taming it and claiming it as his own. He loved the fact that Chad sought after HIM, coming to his job to ask for a date. Maleece thought Chad could have had anyone he wanted, but he wanted him for some odd reason, and Maleece was determined to make that reason stand out, even if he had to break Chad's back to do so. "Oh my god..., fuck me! Yes...! Fuck me! Just like that! OH YES! Oh god! OH! Yeah!" encouraged Chad, loving the way Maleece used his ass. Maleece now held one hand on Chad's hip, while the other hand pulled tightly at the back of his hair. With each inward thrust he pulled Chad's body back into him, using his hair as a guide. Chad felt his hair pulling at the roots, a good handful of tightly gripped locks which kept him completely immobilized while Maleece finished off what he started. He'd been whaling away at that reporter's ass for close to 10 minutes, hammering him hard, making him take the dick like a good bottom pussyboy should. When he was ready to cum, he pounded the owner even harder, driving his manhood 7 and 1/2 inches deep with every thrust. Chad knew Maleece was dangerously close to blowing his load, and tightened his manly flower down around the plunging member, giving Maleece just enough added friction to push him over the edge. "AAAARRRRR...!! AARRRRR..., FUCK...!!!" yelled Maleece, losing control as he slammed his hips into Chad's backside and came. He balls contracted in their hairy latino sac as his dick pulsed and pumped out fresh hot spurts of thick rich cum which blasted away like rapid gunfire in Chad Bradley's warm accepting gut. Chad felt the banana dick pulsating inside him, throbbing in his rectum with a life all of its own. He felt Maleece release the grip on his hair, then felt the weight of his body collapse in his back as both men fell down onto the sofa in a heap of panting breaths. "Damn that was good...!" gasped Maleece, his hot breath on the back of Chad's neck as Chad turned his head and lifted his torso in an angle to kiss. The two men's lips touched as Chad quickly swabbed Maleece's mouth with his tongue. He loved feeling the Puerto-rican cop on top of him, his dick still planted deep in his gut, still pumping out a heavy seed. Maleece broke the kiss after about a minute, pulling away as he sat quietly on the other end of the couch... "You okay...?" asked Chad, turning around as Maleece reached for his wine glass. "I'm more than okay...!" he smiled, before drinking the rest of his wine. "Good..." smiled Chad, sitting close as he ran his fingers through the detective's hair. "...cause I'm MORE than okay too!" Maleece blushed slightly as he looked into the tv reporter's eyes... "You know..., you're nothing like you appear on television!" "Really...?" asked Chad, studying Maleece's facial features from the side. "How did you think I would be...?" "Well..., no offense..." started Maleece, knowing his assumption was harsh. "...but I thought you would be like...this annoying, prissy, rich white boy..., but you're not...!" "Oh..., I can be annoying..." laughed Chad, blowing into Maleece's ear seductively. "...and I can definitely be prissy! But rich white boy...? Not hardly. I was brought up in a small town called `don't blink or you'll miss it' Georgia! Just about a hundred miles from ANY known civilization! We had one gas station, one market, one school, one church, one police department, one doctor's office, one main road, and about a hundred farm lands! I HATED it there!" "How did you come to live here in Philly...?" asked Maleece, intrigued. "Well..." sighed Chad, not happy about his humbled background. "...I got tired of being picked on by the town bullies, only to have them take turns fucking me on Friday and Saturday nights because there was nothing else to do in our town...! So I packed up my belongings and moved to Atlanta, where I enrolled in a small community college for journalism and broadcasting. Everyone there said I had the face to be an anchor man..., whatever that means...! But you have to work your way up to that spot by paying dues as a field reporter..., which I have been doing for the last 2 years!" "Do you miss your family and friends back in Georgia...?" asked Maleece sympathetically, thinking about Hightower's support system back at the hospital. "NO!" responded Chad, vehemently. "I hated living there! My family were hillbillies! They wouldn't have known a journalist if he walked up and wrote their family history for them in the New York Times! And as for friends..., let's just say I didn't exist until I moved here to Philadelphia! What about you and your family...?" "My family..." started Maleece, thinking of how he missed them. "...keeps waiting for me to settle down with a nice latino girl and raise babies!" "Oh...!" responded Chad, sensing sadness in Maleece's story. "But that's not what YOU want...?" "I'm here, ain't I...?" he asked, nonchalantly. "You sure are..." said Chad, taking Mal's wine glass and tossed it aside. "...and so long as you're here..., there won't be no frowns around! Only smiles!" he added, peeling off his pants and underwear before straddling Maleece's legs. Maleece smiled as Chad faced him face to face, rubbing his bare backside over his limp dick. Chad leaned forward and kissed Maleece on the lips, rubbing his own hardon against the hairier man's belly. Maleece's dick started to slowly rise again, getting stiff as Chad reached around behind him, then aligned the head up to his recently fucked asshole. While suckling Mal's tongue, he pushed back on the upright dick, taking it back into his body as he sat down completely on in. Maleece hugged Chad's well defined body, feeling the newsman rotate and hump his hips, churning his dick around in his hot ass. Maleece could help hoping this was the start of something new... Written by NPhillydogg@aol.com _______________________________________________ For questions, comments, or suggestions, write me at the address above, or join me on Facebook.com for faster updates on what I'm working on next!