Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2007 01:21:23 -0400
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Law and Order Part Twenty-Seven

DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the
actors involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional and in
no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license agreement
to the following actors and/or characters that may be mentioned. The
author in no way holds or maintains any rights to characters and actors.
Law and Order and all franchises are the property of NBC and Dick Wolfe.
The situations depicted herein in no way reflect the intended sexuality
of said characters.

Chapter Twenty Seven

	As Elliot Stabler sauntered down his walk to the curbside walk way,
Olivia Benson climbed out of her car and walked around the automobile to
greet her partner.
	"Elliot," Olivia nodded, feeling a bit foolish disturbing Elliot and
Brian Cassidy at home so late in the evening.
	"Liv," Elliot nodded.  "So," they both turned to lean against the hood
of Olivia's car side by side, "what's up?"
	Olivia took a deep breath and frowned.  "I had lunch today with Kathy."
	Elliot glanced at her and frowned.  "Yeah?" Olivia and Kathy had never
been particularly close friends.  Cordial and friendly with one another,
yes, but never close enough to have lunch together.
	"Yeah," Olivia hedged, nodding slowly.
	Elliot glanced up to the lit windows of his living room thinking of
Brian waiting for him.  Why in the hell would Kathy bother Olivia with
some lunch date?  Had Kathy changed her mind about their divorce?  How in
the hell was he supposed to feel about that now, with Brian so heavily
involved in his life?
	`She needed to talk," Olivia went over in her mind as to the best way to
approach this delicate subject.
	Elliot crossed his sinewy powerful arms across his pumped up hard chest.
 "No doubt about me," he wagered in salty humor.
	"Well," Olivia hedged again, "in an indirect way."
	Elliot turned a bit to scrutinize her through narrowed eyes.  "Go on
`Liv," Elliot urged.  "You have my full attention."
	"Well," Olivia hated being put in this position.  "She has concerns
regarding you and Brian."
	"I can't believe that she's jealous," Elliot offered flatly, "or wants
to work out our marriage."
	"No," Olivia shook her head.
	Elliot made a strained face.  He hadn't thought as much.  "She doesn't
approve of learning that the husband she no longer wants," Elliot
stressed, "might be bi. and/or involved with some one else."  Elliot
shook his head in disgust at Kathy's unfairness.  "Jesus!  What the hell
does she want me to do, spend the rest of my life pining over her?"
	"Elliot," Olivia interjected, "she's concerned about Dickie?"
	Elliot frowned, "Dickie?"
	"She's concerned about your relationship with Brian," Olivia ventured
carefully, "in regard to Dickie."
	Elliot's frown deepened.


	Dt. Mike Sandoval was a bit dejected by the damn Mike Logan's
interruption of his seduction of the hottie Captain James Deakins.  The
damn pushy bottom Logan no doubt felt territorial about Sandoval's big
Latin cock now that he'd had it.  Jesus!  Sandoval hated clingy little
bitch bois like that!  Sandoval yanked open his new locker and began to
unbutton his shirt.  The cotton garment fell open to reveal a tight
wife-beater covering a hunky torso.  He slipped the shirt off of his
broad shoulders and wadded it into a ball in one hand.  Tossing the shirt
nonchalantly into his locker, Sandoval rubbed his groin and sighed.
	"Not just a bj tonight," he murmured out loud.  He'd have to hit some of
the haunts notorious for cruising tonight.  He'd work on Deakins
tomorrow.
	Rubbing his stomach, he began to yank his wife beater up over his torso
revealing finely chiseled abs and hard pecs with nipples that stood out
like pencil erasers.  He worked the shirt up over his neck and head and
the hard sinewy of his back contorted powerfully.  Yanking it down around
his arms, his guns pumped fully when he slipped each arm from the shirt.
	Sandoval rubbed his chest while he tossed the white ribbed garment atop
his shirt.  He'd have to put Logan in his place he reasoned.  The bitch
needed to know his place.  He shook his head in resignation while yanking
at his belt buckle.  As he yanked his fly open he suddenly became aware
that he was no longer alone in the locker room.  The Latin cop glanced
back over his shoulder and rolled his eyes a bit and snorted in disgust.
	Mike Logan leaned against the closed door and ate up the Latin hunk with
his hot gaze.  Fuck!  He wanted to feel that stud's hard cock up his ass
more than anything!
	"Nice," Logan uttered through a smooth grin.
Sandoval shook his head at the bitch's pushiness.  But then an idea hit
him.  They were alone in the locker room.  The precinct was nearly empty
at that time of night.  Logan needed to be put in his place and there was
no time like the present.  	Sandoval turned a bit and casually leaned
against the row of lockers.
He nodded his head a bit "What's up?"  A sexy grin turned up his lips.
	Logan grinned and returned the nod.  "'Sup with you?"
	Sandoval scratched his groin.  His eyes traveled up and then down
Logan's muscular frame.  "Getting' ready to head out."
	Logan's eyes lowered a bit to Sandoval's large package.  "`In a hurry?"
Sandoval crossed his powerful arms across his massive chest.  "`Depends,"
Sandoval muttered.  "`You heading home?"
	Logan licked his lower lip before he spoke.  "`Thought I'd unwind a bit
before I do."
	"Know what you mean about unwinding.  Pretty tense," Sandoval rubbed his
crotch again, "myself."  Sandoval grinned again.  "Think you can help a
dude out?"
	Logan took a few steps closer.  "Yeah," he nodded.  "I think we can help
each other out."
	"Yeah?"  Sandoval lifted his head a bit in a cocky posture.
	"Yeah," Logan murmured stepping even closer.   "Definitely interested in
helping you," Logan reached out and palmed his hand over Sandoval's
stirring groin, "with this."
	Sandoval chuckled.  "You want it?"
	"Yeah," Logan hissed as he massaged the denim encased boner.  Definitely
interested in taking a ride on this rod," Logan squeezed the boner.
	Sandoval tilted his head a bit.  "Yeah?"
	"Shit yeah," Logan enthused confidently.
	"Well," Sandoval moved abruptly and pushed Logan up against the row of
lockers.  "Let's see this ass."  The Latin cock swatted at Logan's bubble
ass.
	Logan grinned as he lowered his hands to the waist band of his slacks.
"You're gonna like this ass," he promised tugging at his belt buckle.  "I
definitely have a hot fuckable ass."  Logan chuckled unhooking his belt
and yanking his zipper down.  "You're gonna love working over this ass."
	"Baby," Sandoval schemed, `I'm definitely gonna work it over."

	"I can't fucking believe this," Elliot Stabler growled slamming his fist
into Olivia's car hood.  Elliot frowned and looked at Olivia accusingly.
"You sure as hell don't think^Å"
	Olivia Benson lifted her hands defensively, "Of course not Elliot!  You
of all people should know that I could care less who your lover is," she
reprimanded, "female or male," she stressed.  Elliot shook his head in
irritation.  "But you should know how unaccepting some people can be."
	"Olivia," he beseeched in frustration, "I think that I love him!"
	Olivia frowned, "Think?"
	"Ok," Elliot sighed, "I do love him."
	Olivia merely nodded.
	"I didn't think I'd get over Kathy walking out," Elliot opened up to his
partner.  "At first it was just sex," Elliot gave Olivia a lopsided grin,
"but that damn kid got under my skin.  Shit," Elliot chuckled, "I really
love Brian.  I've actually thought about spending the rest of my life
with him."
	"Then you need to take Kathy's concerns seriously," Olivia reasoned.
"Not because there is any truth to her concerns where Dickie is
concerned," she quickly amended.  "But simply by the fact that she or
anyone else could use that concern as a reason to complicate things for
you and your children," Olivia sighed, "and with Brian."
	"And what the hell am I supposed to tell Brian?" Elliot's frustration
was clear through body language and verbal tone.  "Hey Bri," Elliot
mimicked sarcastically, "I can't have you around when my son visits
because my ignorant soon to be ex is afraid that you might molest him?"
	"I don't know how you should handle it," Olivia offered gently.
	"Shit," Elliot cursed, "First Hawk and now this?"
	Olivia looked at Elliot in concern, "Hawk?"
	"It's nothing," Elliot shrugged it off.  "Nothing at all."


	"Oooo yeah baby."
	Sam Bishop was seated in his car parked along a street notorious for
several gay clubs.   His keys hung from the ignition under the rim of the
steering wheel.  However his seat was pushed back and his hands were
gripping the top of a brown haired tussled head moving spasmodically over
his spread legs.  Bishop was still dressed in the suite he'd worn on the
job.  The zipper of his slacks was open wide and his hard thick cock
poked free.  It poked free from the slacks into the mouth of the man
leaning over from the passenger seat.  The passenger's full lips slid up
and down the length of his shaft.
	"Fuckin' suck it!"
	SUV Tech Morales slurped hungrily around the pulsing shaft locked
between his slick lips.  Morales was still dressed in his white lab coat
having only left work about twenty or so minutes ago.  He'd stopped
planning on getting a few drinks at one of the clubs along the street,
but something more inviting called the minute he'd bumped into Bishop
walking from one of the clubs.  He'd recognized Bishop from several cases
at SVU and couldn't believe his luck that the sexy stud would have picked
him up.
	"Yeahhh," Bishop hissed as Morales twisted his lips around his hot rod.
"Work that mouth!"
	Bishop had planned to take Morales back to his place to fuck the shit
out of him but the hungry little cock sucker hadn't been able to wait.
No sooner had they climbed into Bishop's car Morales had hauled out
Bishop's cock and gone down on it like a hungry slut.  Damn but this
little stud knew how to suck cock!
	Morales slurped loudly as he slid his lips to the base of the staff and
snaked his tongue around the thick shaft.  He traced the pulsing veins
running the length of the shaft before licking the rim of Bishop's apple
shaped cock head.  He tasted pre-cum and snorted audibly as he slurped
the liquid down his throat.
	Bishop pulled on tufts of Morales' hair as he urged the cock sucker to
twist his lips about the hard velvety stalk.
	"Fuck yeahhhhh," Bishop encouraged.  "Take it all cock suckerrrrrr!"
	"Mnmph," Morales gurgled as he sucked harder on the hot cock.  The drip
of pre-cum increased, coating Morales' tongue and he laved the throbbing
shaft with that and his spittle.   A mixture of both dripped from his
lower lip down off of his chin.
"Nmph," Morales hummed around the flesh tube.  He pulled a bit from the
enflamed flesh and muscle and proceeded to bob up and down on the rod in
a faster rhythm.
	"Oooooo suck itttttttttttt," Bishop tightened his hold on Morales head.
"Suck that big cockkkkkkkkkkk!"
	"Mmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmm," Morales licked the length.  He repeatedly licked
the underside of the rim.
	Bishop's legs tensed.  His balls were boiling and churning.  Oh yeah, he
thought confidently, he was going to feed this bitch what he wanted!
	A second string of saliva escaped Morales lips.  He snorted loudly,
breathing deeply as he repeatedly took the stud's rod all the way down to
the back of his throat.  Precum flowed like a waterfall down the back of
his throat.  Fuck, he wanted this load!
	Bishop's cock jerked a bit and his nads pulled up
tight"Here^Å^Åit^Å^Åcomes," he gasped between deep breaths.  The muscles in
his thighs knotted.  "Fuckinnnnnn helllllllllllllllllllllllll," Bishop
ground his jaw as his cock exploded and thick ropes of man juice flooded
down the back of Morales' throat.  "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Bishop wailed
as his bucked his hips upwardly and drove his cock a bit deeper down
Morales' throat.
	Morales slurped wildly and snorted as the seed washed down his throat.
It was warm and viscous and Morales fought not to choke.  Some of the
spoog was choked up through his nostrils but Morales maintained the lip
lock around the stalk of tumescence man muscle.
	"Eatttttttt ittttttttttttttt," Bishop held Morales firmly to his groin
as his cock continued to spit up thick ropes of jizz.
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Bishop growled as his cock pumped and pumped until
the flood dwindled to spurts that pinched Bishop's nearly spent nads.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Morales gurgled drinking it all to the last drop.
	"Ughhhhhh," Bishop gritted as he squirted the last drops.
"Yeahhhhhhhhh," the cop collapsed back down upon the seat in exhaustion.
 He breathed in deeply while Morales continued to nurse on the subsiding
boner.
	"Fuck yeah," Bishop chuckled, "you're one little hot cock sucker."
Morales continued to lick the spent cock clean.  "Can't wait to get you
back to my place so I can feed that hot little ass a load of its own!"


	"Spread them wider."
	Mike Logan was bare ass naked braced up against the lockers with his
tight bubble ass pressed back.  He obeyed Mike Sandoval who was squatting
down on his haunches before Logan's upturned ass.
	"Wider," Sandoval repeated as he palmed Logan's creamy cheeks and then
began to pull them apart.  Logan's bud pulsed eagerly and Sandoval made a
wry grin.  He was really going to give it to the bitch.
	Logan scooted his feet further apart impatiently.  Christ but he wished
that Sandoval would hurry up and feed his tight hole that hot Latin rod!
	Sandoval spread the cheeks wider exposing some of the pink inner flesh
between the flushed ass ring.  He spit a gob of spittle against the quim
and Logan wiggle his butt.  Sandoval used two fingers to smear the
natural lube around the puckering muscle before he spit on it again.
This time he worked the spittle inside of the entry of the chute.
	Logan bit his lower lip and pushed his butt back a bit in eager
invitation.  "I'm ready for it stud," he murmured low.
	"Yeah," Sandoval grinned broadly, "you certainly are."
	Logan closed his eyes waiting to feel the knob of Latino cock pressing
against his pussy.  Instead he felt Sandoval's fingers.  Logan reasoned
that the Latin stud was work open his hole a bit before feeding it his
shaft.
	Sandoval made a fist and nudged his closed fist against the butt hole.
He twisted his wrist and the folding fingers nudged a bit deeper.
	"Ugh," Logan grunted in surprise.  "Hmmm," he chuckled pressing his
forehead against the metal locker door.  "You like to play rough."  Logan
expected merely a rough raw fuck.  He had no idea what Sandoval really
had in mind.
	Sandoval forced the ass lips wider with his clenched fist.  Logan
blinked in surprise still unaware of the Latino's intent.  Sandoval
worked his fist hard and Logan opened his eyes wide in surprise.
	"Hey," he urged twitched his butt uncomfortably, "take it slow.  I'm
not^Å^Å.Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!" Logan wailed as Sandoval punched and twisted his
fist through Logan's stretched ring.
	"Arghhhhhhhhhhh," Logan groaned as Sandoval worked his fist deeper.
Logan began panting as Sandoval's knuckles pushed uncomfortably against
the walls of his sphincter.
	"Dude," he whined, "I'm not really into this^Å^Å.Shit!"
Sandoval began thrusting and twisting his fist roughly.  He could felt
Logan's slick hot walls clinging around his hand.  He deliberately pumped
roughly until Logan's ass lips were stretched around his wrist.
	"Ughhhhhh," Logan winced and grunted as Sandoval roughly fisted his ass.
	"Can't you take it pussy boi?" Sandoval chortled as he twisted his wrist
and allowed his knuckles to graze the circumference of the chute.
	"Mnmph," Logan whined as he bit his lower lip at the rough discomfort.
	"Yeah," Sandoval grunted as he worked his fist inside Logan's chute.  He
moved his wrist in a circular motion and Logan instinctively tried to
pull his ass away.  "Oh no cunt," Sandoval sneered.  "Work that ass or
I'll work it for you," he growled.  As if to prove his point, Sandoval
deliberately pushed deeper.
	"Fuck!" Logan cried.  He blinked and tears glossed his eyes.
	"Fuck," Sandoval twisted his wrist, "is right bitch!"  This would teach
the pushy cunt not to cut in on his moves!
	Despite the tears running down Logan's cheeks, there was no mistaking
the pulsing shaft ram-rod hard between his muscular legs.  He winced in
pain under Sandoval's fisting ministrations yet precum drizzled from his
piss slit beginning to puddle on to the floor.  Logan hated the thrusting
of Sandoval's fist inside his rectum but his body responded favorably.
	Logan whimpered while Sandoval sneered in confidence.  He was going to
force the bitch to cum and ensure he wasn't able to sit-or ride another
cock-comfortably for several days.  He needed free space to make his move
on Deakins.
	"You like it cunt," Sandoval taunted as he twisted and thrust.  "Cry
like a baby bitch," he sniggered, "but you'll still shoot a load because
I want it!"
	"Ughhh," Logan felt his rectum walls attempting to push Sandoval's fist
free.  He sniffled a loud, but his balls were tingling.  He didn't want
to come but could feel it building in his nads.  "Nooooo," he whined as
his legs tensed and his nuts pulled up tight.  Logan gritted his mouth
shut, trying not to cry out as his cock jerked and ropes of man juice
spit free from his piss slit.
	"Yessssssss," Sandoval pushed harder against Logan's prostate.  He
chuckled powerfully as Logan's cum spit down upon the floor.
	"Mnmph," Logan bit his lip stifling the involuntary grunt.  His cock
churned and erupted, cock spit splattering down upon the floor.  Logan
winced as the flow began to subside and his cock and balls twisted out
the last strings and drops.
	Logan pressed against the lockers whimpering but in exhaustion.
Sandoval abruptly pulled his hand free of Logan's raw chute, none too
gently causing Logan to wince and draw back his flushed butt.
	Without another word, Sandoval scooped up his discarded shirt and
forgotten t-shirt he meant to don initially before Logan appeared and
sauntered out of the locker room without a second glance to the
humiliated Logan.

To be continued...