Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 19:53:06 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II / pt-34

[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-34
Title: BLACKWIDOW

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

PRECINCT-23

	21 year old Elliott McConnell became concerned when he didn't hear
from his father in days. He stopped by his dad's condo, only to find the
door unlocked and his dad nowhere to be seen. After a few frantic calls, he
decided to go to the only place he could think of for help...

	Meanwhile at the Precinct, 27 year old Malik Jones sat at his desk
listening to McConnell's answering service for the umpteenth time. Hanging
up, he contemplated walking over to Ramone's desk and asking him if he'd
seen McConnell lately? The only problem was, he really didn't want to.
	30 year old Ramone Davenport stood at the filing cabinet, searching
for a file when he suddenly felt a presence beside him. Turning around, he
found Malik standing there with an odd look on his face. "Can I help
you...?" he asked, looking Malik over questionably.

"I was just wondering..." started Malik, being incognito. "...how's David
doing...?"

"I wouldn't know..." said Ramone, grabbing the file he needed before
slamming the door shut. "...I haven't seen him since he resigned!"

"No...?" questioned Malik, surprised. "I thought..., you two were some type
of item...?"

"I don't know WHAT we are...!" said Ramone, walking back to his desk. "I
thought we were on the same page, then all of this drama started...! It
just kinda..., pushed me to the backseat!"

"I see...!" said Malik, sucking his teeth thoughtfully. "Well..., let me
just inform you that David's special..." he said protectively. "...he
deserves someone who will take time with him!"

"I'm not the holdup, Malik..." defended Ramone, taking his
seat. "...there's someone else in his life that he needs to address
first...!"
	Malik looked surprised...

"Oh..." he said, feeling guilty. "...well..., David and I may have HAD some
unresolved feelings for each other..., but I'm deeply involved with someone
else at the moment...!"
	Ramone looked confused...

"I was referring to his son, Elliott!" he clarified.

"Oh!" responded Malik, embarrassed and ready to crawl under a rock.

"So..." chuckled Ramone, deciding to have some fun. "...you and David used
to have a thing...?"

"We LIVED together for awhile..." admitted Malik. "...but..., things
happened and we broke up...!"

"mmm..., you cheated...!" guessed Ramone, making Malik's eyebrows rise.

"Why would you say that...?" asked Malik, defensively. "Has David said
something to you about me...?"

"He's never mentioned you!" said Ramone.

"Then..., how...?"

"It's just knowing the kind of man David is, there's only ONE real reason
why he would breakup with someone..., --infidelity!"
	Malik sulked...

"For the record..., I'm the one who broke up with him!" informed Malik,
stubbornly.

"Dumb move..." countered Ramone. "...David's a catch!"
	The two men stood at a stalemate for several seconds, each waiting
for the other to continue when Elliott suddenly came through the door
looking for his father...


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

 NORTH PHILLY

	23 year old Jake Valentine sat parked in his car on the corner of
Snyders Drive, watching as new drug dealers stand on the corners greeting
passerbys driving through for a quick score. Those who weren't looking for
drugs slowed down to check out the tranny-queens working the strip, hoping
for a little tail. The whole scene reminded Jake of his first experience on
The Drive with his first partner Bruce Gardner, the day he met the
tranny-queen (turned full blown woman) Peaches.
	Jake still had fond memories of Peaches and how she helped save him
for certain death. If it had not been for her, he certainly wouldn't be
here today, --not that things were going great for him now. Jake thought
back sadly on that time in his life, realizing that no one from that era
(who he believed were true friends) were in his life anymore. Maleece was
gone, now dating tv reporter Chad Bradley. Peaches was gone, no longer the
she-male she used to be. McConnell was gone, resigned from the force and
not returning his phone calls. And Kelley (Jake fiancé from the first
series) was gone, having obviously moved on with her life. Jake felt a
strong urge for drugs, trying to fight the hunger in his blood to go down
The Drive and proposition the new dealers for a hit. Sure he could buy his
drugs like every other addict, but what Jake really craved was the drug
hiding between the drug dealers' legs. He had been getting high and fucked
over for so long, that the two now went hand in hand. He had to get a hold
of himself, for he felt himself getting out of control.

	In a mad dash to rid his evil thoughts, Jake drove to his family's
house in South Philly, to the house where he grew up. Outside the block was
always lively, full of neighbors who knew each other by name and spoke
often. Parking was always congested, so it wasn't illegal to double park in
the street since everyone know who drove what car.
	Jake found himself a spot not too far from his parents'
house. Looking around he noticed his brothers (Jessie and John's) cars
parked nearby and sighed..., he really wasn't in a mood to deal with his
brothers...

	Inside the Valentine house, mother (June) had cooked her usual big
family dinner while the men of the house all sat around watching whatever
sports game they could find on cable. "JAKEY BOY!" called middle brother
Jessie, as soon as Jake opened the door. "I didn't know you were coming by
today!"

"Hey Jess..." said Jake, holding out his hand to shake when his brother
faked him out and playfully punched him in the gut. "...oooOOHHFFF...!!"
groaned Jake from the unprovoked attack.

"You left your guard down..., what they teaching you at that slum precinct
you work for...?" asked Jessie, playfully.

"Jake...!" called Jake's dad (Jorge), walking in from the dining room in
his tight white beater. "...June..., Jake's here...!" he called back to his
wife.

"Jake...?" called June from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a
dishtowel. "This is totally unexpected...!"

"What'r you doing here...?" asked Jorge suspiciously.

"Was in the neighborhood..." said Jake.

"You LIVE in the neighborhood..." reminded Jessie, "...and you hardly ever
stop by...!"

"Leave your brother alone, Jessie..., he's here now, and that's all that
matters!" said June Valentine, giving her youngest son a huge hug. "Are you
hungry...? I cooked!"

"You always cook, mom..." laughed Jake. "...don't you ever want to do
anything else...?"

"HEY..." yelled Jorge, "...your mother gets a lot of enjoyment out of
cooking...! Who are you to come in here and start down talking us...?!"

"I wasn't down talking..." defended Jake, as his dad flagged him on and
went to his favorite lounge chair to smoke a cigar and watch sports.

"Of course you weren't, honey..., come eat...! You look so skinny...!" said
June, taking Jake by the hand as she guided him into the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry mom..." said Jake, resisting. "...I just wanted to stop by
and say hi..."

"Well..., you'll take a plate to go..." insisted June. "...and you'll take
a plate to that nice friend of yours...Martice!"

"Maleece!" corrected Jake as his mother disappeared into the kitchen.
	Jake looked about the old house, still over decorated with his
mother's china crystals and his father's sports memorabilia.

"So..., what's all this trash I hear about your precinct's captain being
fired for disorderly conduct...?" asked Jorge Valentine, peeking back into
the dining room at Jake. "Something about him being involved in his male
roommate's murder...? All sounds a lil FRUITY to me!"

"Me too, pop!" chimed in Jessie.

"You should've came down to the 5th Precinct where me and your brothers
worked! Now THERE'S a Precinct!" stated Jorge, turning a beer can up to his
lips with his eyes glued on the television. "I don't know WHAT kinda police
station they running up North where you work! Escaped gorillas butt fucking
cops..., renegade officers on the take..., drug dealers taking control of
the streets...! If that Tempest Williams even tried coming down here to the
5th..., he'd be pulling buck shots out of his black ass!"
	Jessie laughed in agreement.

"Yall too soft up there in 23!" stated Jessie, getting up off the sofa. "We
got things on LOCK DOWN down here! You have to learn how to spot the
trouble makers..., and pounce on them...!" he added, charging his little
brother. Jake was taken by surprise again as Jessie gripped him by the
collar, then body slammed him on the floor, lifting Jake's legs up over
head until he had his ankles pinned behind his neck submissively. "Say
uncle!" he yelled, looking down at his brother from top position. "Say
uncle, dammit!"

"Damn..., UNCLE!" yelled Jake, feeling as if he were 12 years old again,
fighting for his life as the youngest brother.

"That's enough, Jessie...!" said June, coming back in from the kitchen with
two foil wrapped plates for Jake. "I told you boys about playing in the
house!"

"Okay, ma...!" said Jessie, hesitating for a moment before finally letting
Jake's ankles free. Jake's legs fell back down to the floor as Jessie stood
up, then held out his hand to help his little brother up off the
ground. Jake rolled his eyes, but grabbed his brother's hand as Jessie
pulled him up to his feet.
	Jake wasn't sure..., but he was almost certain that he felt a
hardon in his brother pants...? Was he imagining things...?

"Where's John...?" asked Jake, dismissing the idea as Jessie adjusted
himself before heading back towards the sofa.

"He went out for a walk after dinner with his new fiancé...!" snickered
Jessie, flopping back down in his seat.

"Fiancé...?" asked Jake, surprised. "When did this happen...?"

"Jorge...?" called June, concerned.

"He has to find out sometime, June...!" stated Jorge, shrugging his
shoulders.

"Find out what...?" asked Jake, lost.
	Just then, he heard his brother John coming up the front porch. It
was obvious by the way everyone tensed up that something was wrong. Jake
watched with butterflies in his stomach as the front screen door opened and
his older brother John walked in with his new fiancé..., Kelley Bradley.

"Jake...!" called John, stopping in his tracks as Kelley walked in behind
him.
	Jake stared in disbelief as he, John and Kelley all looked like
deer in headlights...

"Hi Jake..." smiled Kelley, holding John's hand.

"Jake..., I meant to tell you...!" defended John as Jake brushed by, nearly
knocking the couple over.
	Everyone piled outside...

"Jake wait...!" yelled John, following his little brother down the
street. "Wait...!" he repeated, running up after him. Grabbing Jake's arm,
he spun him around roughly..., "Wait a minute, dammit...! We need to talk
about this!"

"Talk about what...?" asked Jake, feeling hurt and betrayed by his own
family. "Talk about how you stole my fiancé from up under me...?!"

"Stole your fiancé...?" asked John in disbelief. "You and Kelley broke up
like 2 years ago! I haven't heard you mention two words about her since!"

"That's not the point..." argued Jake, looking as Kelley stood in the
background. "...a brother doesn't sleep with another brother's leftovers!
You KNEW how I felt about Kelley 2 years ago...! Hell..., WE were engaged
to be married ourselves! Of all the girls in the city, why would you go
after mine...?!"

"It wasn't like that...!" defended John. "Kelley and I ran into each other
at a party, and things just..., they just..., happened!"

"Things just happened, eh...?" asked Jake with a chuckle. "And you kept it
from me why...? Cause you knew it was wrong...?"

"No..." answered John. "...because I didn't know how deep we would fall...,
by the time I thought to tell you, we were already in love!"

"In love...?" laughed Jake, turning away. "I'm out of here...!"

"Don't go...!" insisted John, grabbing Jake's arm. Jake spun around,
connecting a right straight across his older brother's jaw. John Valentine
stumbled backward in shock, his bottom lip bleeding. He and Jake stared at
each other like two angry bulls before charging each other, fists flying as
they both landed decent punches.

"Stop them Jorge! Stop them...!!" yelled June, still holding Jake's plates
as she ran down off the porch.
	Jessie tried coming between his two brothers, only to accidently be
caught in the crossfire. Soon all three brothers were throwing punches as
if in a western Saturday night salon. They only stopped fighting when Jorge
Valentine fired two shots into the air with his revolver...
	The three brothers stopped where they stood, breathing hard and
bleeding from their mouths and noses.

"Get back into the house, ALL OF YOU! You're acting like babies!" yelled
Jorge, embarrassed.

"Fuck that, I'm out!" yelled Jake, heading for his car.

"Jake, don't...!" called Kelley, wanting to fix everything.

"Let him go...!" insisted John, tired from the fight. "He needs to get over
it! It's OVER between you two! You hear me, Jake...? It's OVER!!"
	Jake didn't respond as he got into his car and sped off, his mother
yelling in the background..., "Don't forget your food..." she called as his
car sped out of sight. "...he's SO skinny...!"


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

WEST PHILLY
	The house that POOH built.

	A small group of some of Whinny `The POOH' Graham's top drug
dealers gathered at his house for a meeting. Most were confused about WHO
called for the meeting, as Pooh was no longer alive. Some speculated
D-Money (Pooh's right hand man) called for the meeting, attempting to take
over.
	One man in particular was hoping Money was in control, as it would
mean HE had an inside hand on things. Winston Sinclair (aka Kane) took his
seat at the head of Pooh's long elaborate dinner table as Dedra (Money's
wife) served a tray full alcohol beverages to the guests.

"So YUR Money's woman, eh...?" asked Kane, looking Dedra over as she leaned
in over the table. "Not bad...!" he smiled, staring at her booty.
	Dedra turned around, presenting her 6 month pregnant belly...

"Thanks! I'm sure my husband would be thrill at your approval!" she said
sarcastically before strolling off. Kane thought Dedra reminded him of his
own babies momma, and wondered how she would feel if she knew he was boning
her husband?
	Just then D-Money stepped into the room, calling for everyone's
attention...

"As everybody here knows, our boi Pooh ain't here to run things no more..."
started Money, accepting a 40 from his wife. "...so it's in his honor that
I wanna toast! To da man who made all this possible! For seein' somethin'
in all of us and makin' a hellova lotta money! To POOH..., rest in peace
Boss!" he said, tipping his bottle to pour a small amount of beer into the
floor. Pooh's men followed suit, tipping their own 40's before turning
their bottles up to their lips to swig.
	After an honorable toast, Money introduced the person responsible
for the gathering..., "Divine Graham, aka --The Blackwidow!" Everyone
looked in shock as Divine Graham (formally known as Peaches) came out in a
purple pinstripe pimp suit and matching hat, tailor made for a woman. Some
of the dealers applauded with respect for the widow, while others looked in
shock.

"Thank you, DeWayne...!" said the Widow, walking up to the already occupied
chair at the head of her husband's table. Without saying a word, she looked
down at Kane as if to say `excuse me'. Kane looked as if he might ignore
her for a moment, then slowly got up to relinquish the seat...
	The Widow took the head...

"Welcome everyone, and thank you all for coming at such short notice! As
you all know, my husband Whinny Graham, --better known to most of you as
Pooh, was killed by an unknown assassin a few days ago on Ridge Avenue! I
know many of you have been wondering what would happen to his Syndicate now
that he is no longer here...? And I wanted to assure all of you that I
fully intend to keep my husband's practices running as usual, with ME
heading up operations in his behalf along with D-Money acting as my right
hand advisor...! But we can't do it all alone...! I will need each and
every one of you to go on with your current positions..., manning your
corners and governing your underlings as you did before Pooh's death!
Together we can keep the West Philly Chapter strong..."

"Ain't nobody gonna take no BITCH seriously...!" interrupted Kane, getting
a few grumbles of agreement from some of the other heads at the table. "If
you wanna make sure Pooh's drug ring keeps running, you need to appoint one
of US as the head! Ain't no REAL man gonna listen to no BITCH tellin' him
what to do!" stated Kane, unequivocally.

"This BITCH was taught the game by two of the city's most ruthless, most
devious drug lords...! I was there with Tempest from the very beginning! I
stood by his side as he built his empire up from the ground! And Pooh
taught me more in past few months that we've been together than most of you
have learned in a decade!" defended the Widow, getting a few nods of
approval of her own. "Now don't get it twisted..., if there's ANY man here
at this table that thinks he gonna have a problem taking orders from a
woman..., then he's more than welcome to hit the door! But be assured that
IF you leave, you will NOT be taking any clients or any merchandise with
you..., and if you're caught selling drugs anywhere within my territory, or
anywhere within the city limits for that matter..., you WILL be dealt with
harshly! And when I say harshly, I mean OLD SKOOL! Don't underestimate the
strength of this Bitch, gentlemen..., because as many of you know, I
wasn't' born a woman..., and I can throw down with the best of them!
Now..., do we have a deal...?"


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

SOUTH PHILLY

	Maleece Cortez stepped out of the shower feeling fresh and clean as
he donned his favorite aftershave, his deodorant, and slipped on his fancy
threads for a night out on the town with his new date Chad Bradley.
	Maleece smiled to himself as he gazed upon himself in the
mirror. With a fresh haircut and a clean shave he actually looked a few
years younger, thanks to Chad and his grooming team at the news station.

	Maleece threw on his gold chain and watch, checking the time as he
grabbed his keys and blazer and hoped down the steps to his car. As he ran
about the house picking up last minute items (mints, wallet, cell
phone...), he raced to the door and opened it, only to find Jake Valentine
sitting outside on the steps.
	Maleece did a double take as he looked at the back of Jake's
head. "Jake...?" he called, as Jake started to take off. "Jake...!" he
yelled running after him, catching him only a few doors down. "What're you
doing here...?" he asked, turning his former roommate/lover around to see
his bruised face. "What happened to you...?"

"Nothing..." said Jake pushing away, not wanting to be seen like that.

"What do you mean `nothing'...? You're bleeding! Who were you fighting
with...?" asked Maleece, concerned.

"Nobody! Leave me alone...!" yelled Jake, pushing harder as Maleece gripped
his arm.

"Come inside...! Let me clean you up...!" he insisted, half dragging Jake
into the house.
	Jake resisted half heartedly, wanting and hating Maleece all at
once. He let his former lover take him inside, up to the bathroom where
they kept the first aids.
	Maleece carefully pat peroxide soaked cotton balls onto Jake's
wounds, tilting his head up into the light as he sat on the edge of
Maleece's old fashion tub.

"You wanna try to tell me again what happened to you...?" inquired Maleece,
already late for his date. "Were you in a bar fight...? Were you
drinking...?"

"No..., and no...!" answered Jake, flinching as the alcohol stung.

"Was it a drug dealer...?" asked Maleece curiously, having heard of Jake's
addiction.

"No!" answered Jake, looking at Maleece cross. "I haven't...!" he started,
stopping himself short before making a fool of himself (again).

"You haven't what...?" asked Maleece, tossing the bloody cotton balls into
the waist basket. "You haven't gotten high in awhile...?"
	Jake looked up at Maleece, feeling as if he was judging him...

"What difference does it make...?" he asked, getting up as he headed out of
the bathroom. "You're dating Chad Bradley now!"

"Getting yourself clean and off drugs isn't for ME..." said Maleece,
grabbing Jake in the hallway. "...you have to get clean for yourself!"
	Jake fell back against the hall wall, feeling alone and lonely...

"It's so hard...!" he said, bursting into tears. Maleece felt his heart
strings tug as he took Jake into his arms and placed his head gently about
his shoulder, making Jake feel secure.

"You were there for me when I had a drinking problem..." recalled Maleece
(back in the original Precinct-23). "...the least I can do is return the
favor...!" he added, as Jake lifted his head.
	The two men stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds as old
feelings and attractions began to resurface in both of them. Maleece was
the first to move as he slowly leaned in and kissed Jake tenderly on the
lips. Jake held his breath, afraid to breathe and ruin the moment as
Maleece's soft lips touched his. Jake felt himself starting to melt as his
cock hardened in his pants...

"No..., we can't do this...!" he said, pushing Mal away. "You're involved
with someone...!"

"I'm not dead!" stated Maleece, talking with his dick as he grabbed Jake
and physically pulled him into another kiss.
	This time Jake didn't fight as he locked lips with Maleece. The two
men sucked face as they clumsily bumped into walls leading back towards
Maleece's bedroom. Once there they began tearing at each other's clothes,
popping buttons in the process as Maleece dove for Jake's erect nipples.

"Oh god...!" groaned Jake as Maleece latched onto one of his erect rivets,
and began suckling expertly. Jake always had a weakness to having his
nipples suck, and Maleece (as a former straight man) loved sucking the
former jock's hard tits.
	He bit and nibbled each tit, driving Jake wild as Jake fought with
Mal's belt and unfastened his pants. Getting his hard cock out into the
open, Jake pulled away from Jake's sucking mouth and dove down onto his
dick. Maleece groaned softly as Jake wrapped his mouth around the
Puerto-rican's stiff banana dick, and took it deep into his throat.

"Damn...!" cursed Maleece, having missed Jake's rabbit mouth.
	Jake stripped Maleece out of his shoes, socks, pants, and
underwear, all without once taking his dick out of his mouth. The pushed
Mal back onto the bed, then got down between his hairy legs and dove for
his balls. Maleece spread his legs as Jake sucked each hairy ball into his
mouth, swirling each orb around with his tongue like a washing machine
before moving on to the next one. After giving both balls a thorough
bathing, he licked his way down further, towards Maleece's asshole. Maleece
instinctively lifted his legs, exposing his hairy ass crack as Jake wiggled
his tongue down into the crevice. Spreading Maleece's buttock, he found the
sweet boy-hole and began sucking on it, causing Maleece to squirm with
pleasure.
	Jake noticed almost instantly (as soon as his tongue went into
Mal's hole) that Mal's ass had been breached. He slithered his wet muscle
up into his former lover's ass with ease, where he used to have to fight to
gain entry. He could tell by the way Mal easily surrendered that he was no
longer the total top that he used to be. Sometime during their separation
Maleece had his ass fucked. But Jake found himself not angry, in fact, he
found his dick growing even harder at the thought of finally getting some
of Maleece's ass for a change.

	Maleece pulled his knees up to his chest as he laid his head back
against the bed and moaned. He loved having his hairy ass ate, and loved
how far Jake was actually able to get his tongue in him. His own dick lay
hard against his stomach, already leaking pre-cum into his hairy naval.
	Meanwhile Jake slobbered all over Mal's asshole. He fingered the
not so tight hole, managing to get 3 fingers in before finally removing his
face. He stripped naked, then knelt down at the edge of the bed and allowed
his hardon to kiss at Mal's asshole. Maleece lifted up onto his elbows as
he looked down into Jake's eyes questionably? Without saying a word, Jake
started to press his hardon into Mal's ass. Mal closed his eyes as he
spread his legs wider, giving Jake more room to maneuver. At that very
moment Maleece's cell phone began to ring, but both men ignored it as Jake
continued to slide all the way into his lover's ass.

"uhhh...!" groaned Maleece as Jake sheathed his entire dick inside him.
	Jake moaned softly, loving the way Mal's tight hole wrapped around
his embedded manhood. He ground himself around slowly, enjoying the wet
heat inside Mal's body before finally thrusting back and forth.
	Maleece said nothing as he ignored his ringing cell phone, knowing
it was likely his date, wondering where he was? He opened his eyes to find
Jake staring back at him, thrusting his hips back and forth between his
legs. Maleece climbed up into sitting position, and wrapped his arms around
Jake's neck to pull him in for another kiss. The two men sucked tongues as
Jake continued fucking Mal's hot ass, thrusting harder and faster as the
hole began to flower open in warm acceptance.

	Maleece accepted Jake's dick as it beat a path straight through
him. Never in a million years did he ever think Jake's dick would feel so
good inside him. Had he known how well Jake fucked, he would have allowed
him to fuck him a long time ago. He could practically kick himself for not
doing it sooner, back when they were living together.
	Jake was enjoying his new role as top as well. He'd been on the
bottom for so long that he almost forgot how good a tight ass could
feel. He pulled his wet tongue from Maleece's mouth just long enough to
push him back onto the bed, then Jake maneuvered himself on top, placing
his knees on either side of Maleece's prone body in missionary position. In
this position Jake could thrust deeper, giving Mal's ass the deep prodding
it needed. Maleece found himself moaning louder as he fought off cumming,
wanting to blow his own load in Jake's ass.

	Jake looked down at Maleece while he fucked, loving the sight of
his man on the bottom as he plunged his 7" dick well into Maleece's hot
backside repeatedly. Jake humped into Maleece's ass with growing
aggression, wanting to hear Mal moan louder and louder. Maleece tucked his
hands behind his knees, holding his own legs up to his chest to give Jake
the full freedom he needed to cum.
	Maleece found himself manipulating his ass muscles to try to coax
the cum out of Jake faster. He tightened his asshole on the withdrawal, and
loosened it on the inward plunge, milking Jake's dick as if it were a
sucking mouth. Jake found himself unable to hold off for too long as he
lost control of his hips, and began to pound into Mal harder. The bed
squeaked loudly as it bounced against the thrusting weights. In a matter of
a few dozen strokes, Jake thrust all the way up into Maleece's warm hole
and came, shooting a mass of creamy white ball jiz directly into his
milking hole.

"AARRRHHHHH...!!" screamed Jake as he came. He fell forward on top of
Maleece, losing all strength in his body as he essence erupted from him in
spurts, drenching Maleece's innards in sperm.
	Maleece enjoyed the pulsing dick as it throbbed and came inside
him. He could feel his bowels becoming sloppy with Jake's load, having let
his lover breed him for the first time. When Jake's orgasm finally
subsided, Maleece gently rolled him over until he was on top. Pulling off
of Jake's softening dick, Maleece pushed Jake's legs up into the air,
exposing his beautiful behind. Jake knew what was coming as he locked his
legs behind his arms in pretzel position, while Maleece buried his face in
Jake's smooth ass.

	Maleece licked and sucked Jake's asshole, bathing the lovely pink
hole in warm spit. After slicking it sufficiently, he climbed up on top,
then quickly inserted his dick balls deep. Jake grunted as the entire dick
bore straight through him in one shove. Maleece ground himself home for a
few seconds, then proceeded to fuck Jake's hole with a vengeance. Jake
watched Maleece's banana dick thrust through him, Maleece's hairy pelvis
slamming into his hairless ass over and over as Mal drove his dick home.
	The two men fucked well together, both knowing their places as they
acted in each other's best interest.

	Maleece placed his hands on the backs of Jake's thighs, then leaned
in over top his body and began pounding his hips into his spread ass. Jake
took each thrust like the champion slut he was, feeling the long hard shaft
move in and out of him. He milked the dick with his hole, wanting to feel
Mal bust deep inside him. He watched Maleece work into a sweat as he bitch
fucked his hot ass for a straight 15 minutes. When Maleece finally felt
himself ready to bust, he pulled out and stroked his dick until the first
spurt shot out over Jake's head, hitting the back of the headboard.
	After the first shot, Maleece redirected his dick and rammed it
balls deep back into Jake's hole, shooting the rest of his nut inside. Jake
could feel the warm seed pumping into him, spreading through his ass like a
small river. Maleece fell on top of him, shoving his tongue back into
Jake's mouth as Jake sucked it like candy. Just then Mal's cell phone began
to ring again, causing Jake to break their passionate kiss. "Don't you want
to answer that...?" he said, looking up into Mal's eyes.

"Don't worry..., its nobody...!" said Maleece, going back to kissing.

"But..." continued Jake, pulling his mouth away, "...I know you were on
your way out when I ran into you...! It could be your date...!"

"Forget him..." said Maleece, shoving his tongue back into Jake's mouth as
his dick continued to drain in Jake's bowels. "...I'm right where I'm
supposed to be...!" he added without worry, shoving his tongue deeper as
his cell phone continued to ring in the background. Neither man paid much
attention to the squeaking of the floorboards in the hallway as Chad
Bradley stood by the bedroom door, watching the couple embrace in bed...



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