Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 21:17:28 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II -pt9

[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-9
Title: THE PROPOSAL

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

PRECINCT-23
The Bullpen

	Malik Jones tried to slither into work inconspicuously, punching
the time clock and making his way to his desk. His body (his asshole in
particular) was still sore after last night's vigorous work out with his
roommate (Marvin Rollins). His partner (Maleece Cortez) noticed Malik's
strange walk almost immediately as he slinked quietly towards his
desk. "Hey..., don't tell me you had another rough night when your
roommate...?" asked Maleece, discreetly.

"Does it show that much...?" asked Malik, self-consciously.

"Does it show...??" chuckled Maleece. "If Macnamara was here he'd be asking
if you'd fallen down an elevator shaft?!" joked Maleece. "What
happened...?"

"Marvin got a lil' drunk last night, and wouldn't take `no' for an
answer...!" said Malik, stealing a pillow off a neighboring officer's chair
to place into own his before sitting down slowly and carefully.

"I guess that's what happens when you like those big prison muscled
types...!" chuckled Maleece, not trying to hide his amusement.

"I'm glad YOU think it's funny...!" sulked Malik. "The irony is I'm a cop
who was raped by his lover but can't report it cuz it would draw unwanted
attention to my sexuality! I'm in a catch 22!"

"I would've shot him..., --called it self defense!" said Maleece, hopping
up from his chair to run to the filing cabinets.

"It ain't that easy..." said Malik, having thought about it. "...there'd be
inquiries and an investigation..., maybe even an indictment..."


"And then they would read Marvin's history and ruled in YOUR favor...!"
surmised Maleece, simply. "Like I said, I would've shot him!"

"No..." said Malik, entertaining the idea. "...shooting him's not the
answer...!"

"Then what is...?" asked Maleece, walking back to his desk. "Marvin out
weights you by a hundred pounds easy...! He's the stuff prison movies are
made of! How else'r YOU gonna stop him from walking in and taking what he
wants again?"
	Malik had no answer to that question as he sat behind his desk in
ponder. How indeed would he stop Marvin from taking further advantage of
him? Malik thought back to the `rough night' he had with his roommate,
recalling how Marvin used his physical strength to hold him down and fuck
him against his will. Malik didn't feel like having sex, but Marvin (drunk
and irate) simply overpowered Malik and took him. Malik had never felt more
helpless than when he was lying under Marvin, taking his dick after he had
already declined. Malik wondered if this was how rape victims felt? Like
they had been violated but couldn't tell anyone as they would feel as if
they somehow asked for or deserved it? The fact that Marvin had apologized
for his actions that morning (claiming to have had too much alcohol in his
system) was of little consolation to Malik. When that didn't wash, he
started blaming Malik for his actions, saying he was just `too sexy' and
had made him mad with lust. Malik contributed Marvin's rape to an issue of
control, like most inmates in Marvin's position, he was a control freak who
had to have everything his way!

"Hey..." called Maleece, catching Malik's attention from his desk as
Macnamara and Hightower appeared at the time clock. "...if you don't wanna
be haunted by your co-workers for the rest of your life, I'd x'nay on the
roommate thing..., Macnamara seems to feed off that sort of shit!" advised
Maleece, gesturing towards the officer as he entered the bullpen.

"What's up, bitches...? What's on your vaginal minds today...?" asked the
34 year old detective, taking his seat as Malik and Maleece shared a look.


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

PATROL

	Uniformed Officer Jake Valentine and his partner Rodney Ellis
didn't say much to each other as they rode on patrol, cruising through the
streets of North Philly with an eye out for trouble.
	Jake's mind was jumbled with issues, issues about his relationship
with Maleece, --about his drug problem, --about his addiction to getting
gang banged, --and about who he was as a person? Jake Valentine was not the
same naive wide-eyed man he was 2 years ago. Something changed him,
something not for the better. He contributed it back to the time when his
(then) partner Bruce Gardner injected drugs into his system, then sexually
assaulted him (back in chap-8 & 9 of Precinct Twenty Three). It was the
first time Jake had ever been introduced to drugs and gay sex, but
certainly not the last. Afterwards he was taken in by Tempest and his men,
where he submit to a drag queen named Peaches, allowing her to do things to
his body no one had ever done before. Jake was hooked from the word GO, but
little did he know that a mere two years later that he was still be
submitting to drugs and sexual assaults!

	Ellis rode beside Jake, his mind equally bogged in
thought. Unbeknown to Jake, Ellis had followed him to a well know drug
block, and saw him associating with drug dealers. Ellis didn't know the
extent of Jake's involvement, but whatever it was, it didn't look too good
for the 22 year old to be consorting with known drug dealers.


"I saw you..." said Ellis, causing Jake to wonder what he talking about?
"...I saw you on Snyder's Drive the other night, coming out of that crack
building!"
	Jake's reddening face betrayed his silence as he kept his eyes on
the road, afraid he might plow into oncoming traffic if he looked over and
saw the hatred in Ellis' eyes. "I know it had something to do with that
drug dealer I tried to arrest last week..., what're you..., partners with
that lil' crack thug? You on the take, Jake? They paying you off to protect
them and look the other way...?"

"It's not what you think, Ellis..." said Jake vaguely, making Ellis madder.

"No...?" asked Ellis, believing Jake was trying to insult his
intelligence. "So I didn't see you sneaking out of a crack house on
Snyder's Drive...? That wasn't you I saw getting into your Jeep...?"

"Yeah..., it was me..., but I wasn't there for the reasons you think I
was..." said Jake.

"Who gives a fuck WHY you were there...?" argued Ellis. "The fact remains
that you were in association with the very people we're supposed to be
getting off the street! And as a matter of fact..., you impeded on a legal
arrest so you could get your hommie off the hook! Now how do you think your
precious Captain McConnell would feel about hearing that news...? You think
he'll sweep it under the carpet for one of his favorite all stars...? Or
will he make an example out of you to save his own ass...?"

"Please, Ellis..., it's not what you think..." pleaded Jake, alternating
looking at Ellis and the road ahead. "...I'm not some rogue cop on the
take...! I prosmine!"

"No...?" asked Ellis, skeptically. "Then what were you doing there...?!"

"I was..." Jake's voice got caught in his throat as the words refused to
materialize. He swallowed hard as his fingers clutched the steering wheel.
	Ellis was all ears, curious to hear what Jake's explanation was. As
far as he was concerned, there was none. Cops were supposed to stop drugs
from coming into his community, not help them along.

"You was what...?" he asked impatiently, as Jake stalled for time. "I'm no
fan of McConnell's, but I wonder what he'd say if he knew..."

"I wasn't there to accept money..." continued Jake, interrupting Ellis in
mid conversation. "...I was..." he hesitated again, shame washing over him
like an icy chill. "...I was there..., to buy drugs!"

"To what...?!" asked Ellis, unsure he heard right.

"I was kidnapped by Tempest some months ago..." explained Jake. "...he held
me hostage while he negotiated a deal for Marvin Rollins to testify against
your father. While I was under his watch..., Tempest fed me a cocktail of
Sextasy, keeping me high while his drug dealers took turns abusing me...!"

"Abusing you...?" asked Ellis, caught up in the story. "Abuse you how...?"

"You know how...!" said Jake, his eyes full of emotion and hurt. "They
fucked me!" he blurted, causing Ellis' eyebrows to rise in surprise. "They
shot me full of drugs then took turns fucking me for days! For WEEKS! Until
the trial started!"

"Does McConnell know...?" asked Ellis, curiously.

"Not everything..." said Jake, regaining his composure as he turned a
corner and slowly cruised the block. "...he knows I was held hostage...(The
HOLE chap-65). "...but I spared him the gory details!"

"Damn..." said Ellis, staring at Jake in wonderment. "...how'd you ever
survive that...? I mean..., if that shit happened to me, I'd be suicidal!"

"I've had my moments..., believe me...!" muttered Jake.

"So..., what's any of that got to do with why you stopped me from arresting
that lil' punk...?" inquired Ellis.

"Smooch..., was one of the drug dealers that banged me..." admitted Jake.

"THAT snot nosed kid...???" asked Ellis, recalling how young Smooch
looked. "He couldn't be no older then 15!"

"He's 17..." corrected Jake.

"So he says...!" said Ellis, doubtful. "So..., WHY were you there...?"
	Jake sighed..., knowing he would have to tell the whole story
eventually.

"He's blackmailing me..." said Jake, picking his words carefully. "...he
threatened to go to the press and expose me if I didn't continue to..."

"To what...?!" asked Ellis, riveted.

"...to let them..., keep fucking me...!"

"Wait..." said Ellis, wanting to get the story straight. "...Tempest
kidnapped, drugged, and had you gang banged by his men until my dad's
criminal trial started to negotiate a deal for one of his drug dealers...,
and now they're blackmailing you to keep letting them tap that ass or
they'll expose you to the press...??" clarified Ellis. "That don't make any
sense..., what is Tempest's men, a bunch of fags...?"

"Well..., yeah...!" answered Jake, getting a weird look from
Ellis. "Tempest is an openly gay drug dealer, whose line of prostitutes are
women impersonators...! Most of his men are either gay or bisexual..., a
lot of them became bisexual from prison...! Tempest usually doesn't do
business with anyone until they've laid one or more of his tranny hookers,
or been laid by Tempest himself!"

"Damn..., talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place...!" said
Ellis, before looking back over at Jake questionably. "So how exactly do
you go there, knowing they're going to fuck you...? How do you knowingly
subject yourself to that...?"

"Well..., I'm usually high when they start..." said Jake, admitting things
he never uttered to anyone, even the police psychiatrist. "...so I'm
usually feeling pretty good by the time they're finished with me...!"

"And then what..., they just let you go until next time...?" asked Ellis.

"Something like that." said Jake. "So you understand why I couldn't let you
arrest Smooch...? He wouldn't ended my career...!"

"No..., I don't understand ANY of it...!" said Ellis, blown away by what he
heard.

"You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you...?" asked Jake,
pleadingly.
	Ellis said nothing as he sat back in his chair and thought. "Ellis,
please..." begged Jake. "...I'll..., I'll do anything if you kept my
secret...!"

"Anything...?" questioned Ellis, suspiciously. "Anything like what...?"

"Whatever you want..." offered Jake, his heart beating a mile a minute as
he slowly reached down and touched Ellis' thigh.
	Ellis looked down at Jake's hand, then looked back up into the
nervous handsome officer's face. Was Jake offering him sexual favor...?

"Listen asshole..." said Ellis, grabbing and twisting Jake's wrist
painfully. "...fuck what you think you know about my father..., I don't
roll that way, now or ever!"

"Okay, okay..., I'm sorry...!" whimpered Jake, caressing his sore wrist as
he resumed driving. "Please don't tell on me..." he begged. "Please...!"


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

NEIMAN MARCUS

	The day started early for 27 year old Peaches (Divine), as she was
taken on a luxury shopping spree by her new fairy godfather Whinny (The
Pooh) Graham!
	Pooh took Peaches to all the name brand shops, allowing her to buy
whatever she liked. "Money's no object" he told her, buying her leather
handbags, dresses, jeans, shoes, blouses, belts, mini-shirts, jewelry, and
accessories. Peaches tried on dozens of outfits, trying different looks
from outrages to sexy and conservative. "I feel like Julia Roberts in
Pretty Woman!" she joked, leaving the shops with bags and bags full of
brand new clothing, having spent well over $4000 on one spree.
	At the end of the day (after hours of shopping), Pooh treated her
to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory, buying her the most expensive dinner
on the menu.

"This's whut it could be like all tha time...!" he said, toasting her with
a glass of wine he couldn't pronounce.
	Peaches toasted him back, telling him what a wonderful friend he
had been for taking her in and treating her like a queen. "You ARE a
queen...!" stated Pooh sincerely, setting his glass down as he got
serious. "Tempest did'n kno' whut he had unda his own nose...! He waz a
FOOL to let you go...!"

"Well..., he didn't exactly LET me go..." said Peaches, lowering her head
in shame. "...I stole his money and moved to Florida, remember...?"

"Money he no doubt OWED you...!" argued Pooh. "You waz with Tempest from
tha very beginnin'..., b'fo he had ANYthin'! That nigga owed you juss for
bein' there through thick n'thin!"

"Well..., that's not the way HE saw it..." countered Peaches, looking down
into her seafood dish.

"Ovcourse not..., cuz he's an idiot!" said Pooh, frankly. "If you waz MY
woman..., you would'n've had to steal nothin'..., it all would'a been there
for you to use whenever and however you wanted! Tempest keep you workin' on
tha streetz when he should'a had you runnin' them hoes! YOU should'a been
tha one trainin' em..., teachin' em how to walk n'dress, n'act like REAL
women! Whut tha fuck HE kno' bout puttin' on makeup and wearin' wigs? That
should'a been yur job!"
	Peaches said nothing as she merely sat and listened. "Tempest's
biggest mistake waz in underestimatin' whut he had in you...! He should'a
been treatin' you like a partner, not a hoe! If you waz with me..." he
added, taking her head from across the table. "...you would'n hafta work
anotha day in yur life! You would be sittin' by my side as my queen!"

"Pooh..." said Peaches, flattered by his kind words...

"I've always liked you, Peaches..., ever since tha first time I saw ya...!
(chap-21 Precinct-23). I waz attracted to you, even when I did'n wanna be!
I knew ya waz a guy in drag, and every instinct told me a chick wit a dik
don't mix! Bit it waz sumthin' about you..., sumthin' that said badass! I
liked it rite from tha start! I always thought you were too good for
Tempest! He's a lowlife! He neva hadda mother, so he don't kno' how to
treat a woman! He thinks you all'r a buncha hoes!"

"I can't argue with that..." laughed Peaches, knowing Tempest's background
better than anyone (as told in the title story: PEACHES in the
transsexual/TV section of Nifty.org).

"I'm serious, boo! You need sumone to look afta you! Sumone who'll treat
you rite!" said Pooh, sincerely. Peaches watched as he reached into his
pocket, then pulled out a small black box...

"Oh my god..." muttered Peaches to herself nervously, tears starting to
swell in her eyes...

"If you waz still a guy, I would'n be able to do this..." said Pooh,
nervous himself. "...but since you a woman now..., I don't see why we can't
make it official...?"
	With that, Pooh opened the tiny black box, exposing a fat diamond
ring tucked away neatly inside. "I kno' I ain't tha most handsomest man
inna world..., but you ain't gonna find nobody that'll respect ya more than
me...! Peaches..., will you marry me...?"


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SOUTH PHILLY

	It'd been several days since Maleece's encounter in the Peepshow
Palace, and Maleece found himself driving by everyday on his way from work,
checking to see if he saw Tony's royal blue Mercedes parked out front. When
he didn't see the Mercedes, he'd breathe a sigh of relief, then drive home
to his boyfriend Jake. Maleece sometimes found himself dreading going home,
living with Jake was becoming increasingly strained, neither spoke unless
spoken to, losing the ability to hold simple conversations. Jake believed
the problems lay with him and his secret drug use, while Maleece believed
it revolved around his own secret shames, starting with what happened to
him at the Prison Plantation (the HOLE chaps-68 & 79).

	He drove by the peepshow in Columbus Boulevard, expecting a repeat
of previous nights when he suddenly stopped shot upon noticing the royal
blue Mercedes with the distinctive "T-O-N-Y" license plate. With traffic
beeped at him angrily as he wheeled his car into a nearby parking spot and
got out. His dick was already tenting the front of his pants as he made his
way through the front entrance, his detective eye quickly scanning the room
for his target. He spotted Tony, going into one of the back booths. Maleece
wasted no time following, ducking into the adjoining booth. As soon as he
closed the door he crouched to his knees, peering through the circled
gloryhole where he saw Tony rubbing the front of his slacks while viewing
the live nude girls show through the two way mirrors. Maleece let his
presence known as he tapped upon the dividing wall. Tony looked down at the
hole, noticing the cocksucker on the other side.

"That you...?" asked Tony, only seeing Maleece's lips at the hole.

"Yeah..." said Maleece in a heated moan, his cock near ready to burst
inside his pants.

"I was hoping you'd be here..." said Tony, unzipping his trousers as he
freed his hardon.
	Maleece's heart fluttered as the cock aimed towards his hole, then
pushed through. Maleece watched as the cock came through, its head and hard
shaft already engorged with blood as it sought immediate relief. Maleece
wasted no time wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his
mouth. "awww yeah, cocksucker..., I've been needing this all day..."
groaned Tony in satisfaction. He leaned into the wall, pressing his entire
cock through to the other side, giving his unseen worshiper every inch of
his 8" mantool.

	Maleece could taste the distinctive flavor of Tony's dick as soon
as it touched inside of his mouth. He swabbed the head with his tongue
before inching his lips down the shaft, sliding the flat of his tongue
along the underbelly as he slowly bobbed his head back and forth
expertly. Remembering his training in the Prison Plantation, he relaxed his
throat muscles enough to allow the head passage into his throat. "Oh fuck
yeeeaaahhh..." moaned Tony, loving the way the hot mouth felt on his
dick. His uncle (Paul Vincelli) had been right about a man's mouth being
the same as a woman's `in the dark'. If Tony hadn't already known a guy was
on the other side (having met the handsome Maleece face to face in chap-5)
giving him head, he wouldn't have ever been able to tell. With a panel wall
erected between them, all Tony could feel was a hot mouth and wet tongue
sliding firmly up and down the length of his swollen pud. He knew if given
enough time he would definitely dump another hot load in the cocksucker's
mouth.
	But Tony wanted something more tonight...

	Maleece was surprised when after only a few minutes of happily
sucking, he felt the cock suddenly pulled from his mouth and back through
the hole. He peered back into the round gloryhole, hoping Tony hadn't had a
change of mind. He was surprised (again) when he suddenly saw the Italian
man's face appear by the hole. "Hey..., do you get fucked...?" asked Tony,
curiously.

"Huh...?" responded Maleece, thrown by the question.

"I've been wonderin' what it's like to fuck another guy..." explained Tony,
wanting to become more experienced like his uncle and the black drug
dealers at his uncle's meeting (chap-4). "...do YOU get fucked...?"
	Maleece instantly had flashbacks to his experiences at the
Plantation. Images of himself getting raped repeatedly in the back of
moving van flashed through his mind like pictures on a projector. The pain
of those memories came recalling back as quickly as the memories
themselves. While Maleece's asshole tightened and flexed at the memoies,
other (more pleasant) memories began to take over. Memories of Malik eating
his ass and slowly sliding his dick into him. Maleece felt his body
starting to desire that feeling again as he wondered what Tony's cock would
feel like in his ass? "Well...?" asked Tony, impatiently.

"Yeah..., I get fucked..." Maleece heard himself saying even before his
mind was made up.

"Come on over..., I'm unlockin' my door...!" ordered Tony, wanting to do
this face to face.
	Maleece felt his heart lodge in his throat. He'd dealt with drug
dealers, murderers, woman abusers, child molesters, Aryans, Mandingos, and
Rootboiz from prison..., but he'd never felt more nervous about doing
anything more than he was right now.

	Maleece slowly got up off his knees, and unlocked the door to his
booth before exiting. The dick in his pants had softened do to nerves as he
reached for the handle on Tony's booth. The door opened easily as he pushed
it open and walked in. "I don't have long..." said Tony, his hard cock
still sticking out of his pants.
	Maleece felt like an excited teenager.

"Neither do I..." he said (not knowing why I said that). In the background
behind the glass mirror he could see the two female dancers dancing
provocatively with each other, sharing the same dancer's pole as the
circled each other erotically. Maleece was glad they couldn't see him, and
what was about to happen to him.
	Almost immediately Tony's hand reached for Maleece's ass, the large
mound of his I.D. Badge blocking the Italian's molesting grope.

"What's that..., yur wallet...?" asked Tony, curiously.

"uh..., yeah...!" answered Maleece, undoing his pants so they would fell
down under his ass for better access. Tony's hand returned, molesting the
officer's right butt cheek through the fabric of his loose fitting
boxers. "You got any rubbers...?"

"Oh..., uh, no..." answered Maleece, not giving rubbers a thought.

"I'll go get one at the counter..." offered Tony, tucking his hardon back
into his pants.

"And buy some lube...!" suggested Maleece, knowing it would make it easier.

"Be undressed and ready for this cock when I get back!" ordered Tony,
exiting the booth.

	Maleece paused for a second, deciding if he indeed wanted to go
through with this experience? His heart was beating a mile a minute in his
chest, anxiety practically knocking at the door. He only had a few seconds
to bolt before Tony returned, expecting to get up into some faggot
ass. Maleece's head was telling him to run, to save his manhood and his
dignity by getting the hell out of there before he made one of the biggest
mistakes of his life! Yet something else inside him dared him to go through
with it, to grab the bull by the horns and ride it til he came all over
himself with excitement. Remembering how good Malik's dick once felt in his
asshole gave Maleece the nudge he needed to start undressing.
	Tony Vincelli walked up to the clerk's counter (his hard cock
poking a definite tent in his pants) and ordered a box of condoms and
lubricant. The clerk never bat an eye as he reached for the mentioned items
without hesitation, but the customer standing beside Tony couldn't help
admiring his cock bulge. Tony gave the man a unfriendly look before paying
for the items and disappearing back down the aisle. He rushed back to the
booth, looking to get the task over with quickly. When he pushed the door
open, he was glad to see the faggot undressed, lying back on a stool with
his legs spread.

	Tony locked the door behind him, then proceeded to unfasten his
pants and free his cock again. His cock spilled out into the open, eager to
move into its new home. He ripped open one of the condoms and rolled it
down onto his dick. He opened the small tube of anal lube, then anointed a
generous amount to his wrapped cock and Maleece's tight puckered
asshole. Maleece lifted his legs instinctively, exposing his hairy ass as
Tony's fingers rubbed against his puckered bud. He gasped out loud when
Tony's finger unexpectedly slipped inside, penetrating him up to the third
knuckle.

"Shit that's tight!" groaned Tony, excited.

"Take it easy, man..., I don't do this kinda shit often...!" advised
Maleece, looking up into Tony's face as he pressed his head back against
the 2way glass.
	Tony mumbled an inaudible response as he removed his finger and
anxiously aimed his condom covered cock up to the hole and began to press
inward. "Hey..." said Maleece firmer, placing his hand on Tony's chest to
stop him and get his undivided attention. "...I'm serious man..., I've only
been fucked a few times! Take it easy...!"

"Okay!" said Tony annoyed, looking into Maleece's eyes.
	Maleece relaxed his hand as he allowed Tony to continue. He closed
his eyes and waited for the initial pain he knew would be intense as Tony
dropped his gaze down between Maleece's legs and touched his cock head up
to his greased hole. Without further ado he started to push in, forcing his
dick into the officer's ass.

"UUURRHHH...!!" grunted Maleece, feeling that initial POP of his tight anal
ring.
	He bit his lower lip, trying to bare the pain as his asshole fought
against the invader. Tony was not used to using the backdoor (especially on
a man) as he tried to shove his entire cock in as quickly he usually did
his women friends, but his cock couldn't penetrate the tight fighting
manhole as quickly or as deeply as he wanted. He only managed to get a
couple of inches inside before Maleece's hole seized up on him, limiting
his depth.
	Tony (sensing trouble) pulled back an inch or so, then re-sank his
cock inward, burying a few more inches inside. "ARRRRHHH...!!" groaned
Maleece in pain, clenching his teeth as the cock bore through him. Tony
gripped a strong hold on Maleece's waist and held him down captive as he
fed his asshole the rest of his meaty dick. He pulled and pushed his way
through the anus, slowly drilling himself in deeper with every
stroke. Finally after several attempts, he managed to sheath his entire
staff as Maleece's hole clamped down and locked around Tony's cock base.

"Oh damn that's tight as fuck...!" moaned Tony, loving the way the hole
squeezed around his base like a vice grip. The hole was almost painfully
tight, as Tony began to slowly pump back and forth.

"AHH shit...! Go SLOW man...!" warned Maleece, his head back against the
glass as his legs were raised high in the air.
	Tony watched his dick slowly extend from the sucking hole before
pushing it back up inside. He liked watching his dick sliding through the
hole, the tight anal lips gripping his meaty manhood as the long black ass
hairs clang to his greased condom.

	Maleece bared the pain as he allowed Tony access into his body. He
knew from experience that the pain would lessen (hopefully), becoming more
durable as time passed on. He largely relied on his experience with Malik,
as having been his only pleasurable anal experience. Sure Malik was more
experienced at anal sex than both Maleece and Tony, but Maleece had fucked
Jake often enough to know that getting anally fucked had to feel good, or
else no one would allow it to happen.
	He was so busy concentrating on relaxing and keeping anus opened
(as Malik had taught him), that he hadn't even realized his own cock had
swelled up to complete erection until he looked down and saw it drooling
pre-cum all over his abs.

"Damn, this's good...!" moaned Tony, fucking easier as Maleece's hole
started to relax.
	Maleece felt a great deal of pressure ease up in his rectum as the
rhythmic pumping caused his anus to soften. Maleece started to feel good as
his asshole became accustomed to the cock. He could resist grabbing his
swollen manhood and whacking it ferociously as he got fucked. This was like
a dream come true. A long awaiting fantasy. He looked up and saw Tony
staring down between his legs, watching his cock slide back and forth,
burying it over and over again up his backside with every inward
plunge. Maleece could barely contain his inner excitement when his cock
suddenly started hosing cum all over his bare hairy stomach and chest.

	Tony watched as the cum shot out of Maleece's cock in force. It
secretly pleased him that he got the faggot off merely by fucking him. With
studly pride he began pounding into Maleece's ass, holding his legs up as
he slammed his pelvic bone into his ass repeatedly.
	Maleece made dozens of tiny moans and grunts, feeling the fuck
thrust increase with strength as Tony got closer to dumping his own
load. He knew the man had reached the point of no return when Tony slammed
all the way in and held it there as his dick began to twitch and jerk
inside, filling the condom with cum.

"UHH...! UHH...! UHH...! UHH...! UHH...! UHHH...! UHHHHH...! AARRHH...!"
groaned Tony, squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth gapped open with
passion.
	For several minutes the two men lay locked together, both having
spew their loads. Tony was the first to recover as he slowly removed his
cock, the soiled rubber filled with his body's essence as it sagged low and
heavy off the end of his dick. He peeled off the condom, then dropped it
into a corner of the booth before stepping back and tucking his softened
prick into his pants.

	Maleece lowered his legs as he watched Tony tuck his shirt and zip
up. "Thanks man..., see you next week, same time and place...?" asked the
handsome Italian, eager to get on with the rest of his night.

"uh..., yeah, sure..." answered Maleece, as Tony turned, unlocked the door,
and exited...


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