Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2005 14:09:29 -0400
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Law and Order Chapter Nine

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. Law & Order; S & M

Part Nine

	John 'Hawk' Hawkins nursed the drink in his hands.  He was seated at a
bar in a crowded club in Manhattan's upper east side.  He was still
thinking of the hot little twink he'd just discovered Eliot Stabler was
banging.  Damn but he wanted a piece of that ass!  He had to be a hot
fuck by the way Stabler coddled him.  Hawk's cock stirred in the confines
of his jeans.
	The bartender placed another drink down in front of him breaking his
revere.  Hawk frowned.  "I didn't order another drink."
	"No," the bartender agreed, "but its compliments of the man at the end
of the bar."
	Hawk turned and looked at Jack McCoy, who smiled and nodded as he lifted
his own drink.  Hawk nodded back politely but inwardly snorted; damn
prissy lawyer.  Hawk lifted his glass and swallowed down the last of the
liquid in one gulp.
	Jack McCoy lifted his glass and rose from his seat.  He shifted a bit as
his hard cock poked in his pinstripe slacks.  The cop was macho and mean,
just the way McCoy liked them.  He walked around the bar and sat at the
stool next to Hawk.  Hawk looked at him briefly.
	Jack lifted and extended his right hand.  "Jack McCoy," he introduced.
	Hawk nodded, nursing the second drink.  "Nice to meet you."
	Jack grinned again.  The cop was a hard ass.  He hoped the stud's cock
was just as hard.  McCoy rarely bottomed but when he did it was only for
macho types like the man at his side.
	"You new in town?  I've never seen you here before."  McCoy chatted.
	"My first time," Hawk gruffly responded.
	"I'm a regular," and McCoy nodded at the bartender in familiarity.  "Its
usually pretty dull on Tuesday nights but..."
	"Let's cut the shit."  Hawk said abruptly turning to the snappily
dressed lawyer with the broad grin and gelled hair.  "What do you want?"
	McCoy took a sip of his drink and languidly gazed over the tough cop.
He lowered his drink.  "Ok," McCoy nodded, "a cut to the chase."  McCoy
deliberately turned in his seat a bit until his thigh deliberately
pressed against Hawk's.  "I think that you know what I want."
	Hawk lowered his gaze to where their thighs touched and pulled away.
"You and me," he chuckled.  "A prissy ass uptight lawyer?"
	McCoy nodded.  The only thing he thought of that was tight was his hot
hole, which he wanted filled with this man's hard cock.
	Hawk abruptly stood and stepped away.  McCoy watched in disappointment.
Hawk moved a step further away but then turned abruptly.
	"Are you coming or not?"  Hawk said with impatience.
	McCoy grinned again and stood.  He briefly smoothed the legs of his
slacks and Hawk wondered if the prissy DA was just as fastidious in bed.

	Eliot finally pulled Cassidy's car into the parking garage of Brian's
building.  Eliot slid out of the car and looked around.  He walked to the
front of the car and waited as Cassidy walked to him.  Cassidy dug into
the pocket of his jeans to extricate his house keys, but Stabler roughly
grabbed him and pushed him over the hood of the car.
	"Heyyyyy," Brian protested.
	"You had your fun," Eliot yanked at the waistband of Cassidy's jeans and
ripped them open.  He roughly pushed them down exposing Cassidy's hot
bubble ass.  "Now its my turn."  He pulled at the buttons of his jeans
and opened the fly.  Hauling out his cock, it was rock hard in no time.
	Cassidy had no time to protest as Stabler roughly slammed the full
length of his cock up his ass.  "Ughhhhh," Cassidy grunted in surprise
and pleasure.
	"Two....can....play....games....you.....sexyyyyy......tease," Eliot
pumped harshly, his cock burrowing deeper and deeper in his lover's tight
warm hole.
	"Ughhhh," Cassidy grunted as Eliot rocked his hips.  Cassidy clenched
his butt muscles around Stabler's burrowing cock and clung for the ride.
	Stabler was breathing deeply as he bent over down upon Cassidy's back.
He slipped his arms under and around Cassidy's waist tightly.  He licked
Cassidy's neck upward to one of his earlobes.  He took it between his
teeth and tugged on it gently.
	"Who....." Stabler's pelvis and thighs ground against Cassidy's bubble
butt.  "Who....," he grunted.  "Who....does
this....ass....belong.....tooooooooooo?"
	Cassidy's cock was hard and flat trapped between the car hood and his
tense stomach muscles.  He pushed back with each of Stabler's grinding
thrusts.
	"Say ittttttttttt," Eliot demanded standing upright but roughly pulling
Cassidy up with him.  Eliot's knees banged against the car's front
bumper.  Cassidy's legs, locked beneath Stabler's muscular legs, rubbed
raw against the car.  Cassidy's hard cock flopped roughly down on the car
hood with each thrust.  Despite the sting of it, Cassidy remained hard
and was profusely leaking pre-cum.
	"Say ittttttttttttt," Stabler gritted, his churning balls banging with
soft plops against Cassidy's butt.
	"Y....y...you," Cassidy's voice wavered as the car shook under the power
of Eliot's muscular hips and thighs.
"M....m....my.....ass......is.....yoursssssssss," he hissed banging his
hands down hard upon the hood of the car.  He reached out each arm and
braced against the hood as Eliot thrust harder, the car rocked more and
his rectum was rubbed warmly and tightly.
	"Yeahhhhhhhh," Stabler kissed and licked Cassidy's neck.  "Mine."  He
rubbed the palms of hands against  Cassidy's flat warm stomach.  "Not
just the ass," Eliot gritted, "all of you......the
entire.......package......." he panted.  "You're mine, baby.  Mine!"  He
hissed.
	Cassidy bit his lip and nodded grinding his butt cheeks back against
Stabler hips and thighs.
	"Aghhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh," Eliot's balls were boiling, tightening.
His cock jerked in the tight confines of Cassidy's warm hole.  Eliot
growled animalistically and let lose floods of cum up Cassidy's milking
ass.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhh," Cassidy's cock jerked without benefit of
jerking off and ropes of cum spurted across the hood.  Some even reached
as high as the windshield.  "Feed my asssssssss babyyyyyyyyyy," Cassidy
hissed as Stabler's cock continued to flood his ass.
	"Milk itttttttttttttttttttttt Bri'" Eliot hotly whispered against
Cassidy's earlobe before pulling on it again with his teeth.  He was
still shooting and Cassidy's ass was still drinking him.  That ass was
drinking him dry, Eliot marveled as he ran his hands up Cassidy's stomach
to his chest.  Eliot tugged at Cassidy's nipples as he finally began to
pump the last of his cum.
	They were both panting heavily as they fell upon the car hood in
exhaustion.  Eliot kissed Cassidy's neck and Cassidy turned his head so
that their lips and tongues could meet in a hot kiss.

	Hawk led McCoy into the living room of an unkept house.  There was no
talk.  Hawk walked to the stairwell and climbed it.  McCoy followed,
noting the numerous ashtrays filled with stubs.  At the top of the
stairs, Hawk opened the first door along the second level hallway.  He
pushed the door and walked to the end of an unmade bed.  McCoy entered
and took in the mess.  He raised an eyebrow.  At least the stud was
consistent with his decor.
	Hawk began unbuttoning his shirt.  He noted McCoy's stillness.  "Well,"
he prompted.  "You do still want it don't you bitch?"
	McCoy grinned and lifted his hands to his tie, tugging at the knot and
then pulling it off.  He shrugged his suite coat from his shoulders.  He
walked to a chair and slung it along the back of the chair.  He noted an
ashtray on the bedroom dresser and looked at Hawk.
	Hawk shrugged off his shirt exposing a muscular hair chest and rippled
stomach six pac.  He noted McCoy's interest.  "I'm trying to quit."  He
conceded.
	McCoy laughed.  He began unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it from his
lithe muscular torso.  He placed it on the chair with his suite coat.  He
looked to Hawk and watched in amusement as Hawk opened the fly of his
jeans and roughly tugged them down equally muscular hair roughened legs.
He tugged them down over his cowboy boots and again McCoy's eyebrows
rose.
	Hawk finally yanked his jeans free of his boots and pulled at the
elastic of his BVDs.  He glanced at McCoy again and caught the prissy
DA's gaze on his boots.  He shrugged as he pushed the BVDs down his legs
and around his boots.  "I always wear them when I fuck a pretty ass.  Do
you have a pretty ass?"
	McCoy's eyes widened a bit at the sight of Hawk's 11 inch cock.  It was
semi erect but was growing fast.  His lips lifted in his usual grin the
minute Hawk wrapped his hand around his now fully hard cock and let it
swing up and bounce against his stomach.
	Hawk finally gave the glimmer of a grin.  "Still want a ride?"
	McCoy quickly unlatched his Vercace belt and let his slacks drop to the
floor.  Hawk gave a hearty laugh at the tight red bikini briefs that were
exposed underneath.  He could see the outline of a decent sized hard cock
straining the material of the briefs.
	"You like?"  It was McCoy's turn to catch Hawk's scrutiny.
	Hawk ignored him.  "What about the ass?"
	McCoy turned and slid the tight briefs down his long legs.  He bent a
bit and his hard bubble butt was exposed to Hawk's scrutiny.
	"Nice," Hawk nodded.  He particularly liked the way each cheek almost
dimpled.  Hawk sat at the end of the bed and stroked his big hard cock.
	McCoy walked to where Hawk was seated.  His hard cock arched downward.
He stood before Hawk and waited for the stud to make the first move.
Hawk reached out and stroked McCoy's cock once or twice.
	"Listen," he warned, "I'm not into any of that other faggy shit.  I just
fuck pretty ass, got it."
	"Got it," McCoy nodded.
	"Turn around."  Hawk barked.
	McCoy obliged and Hawk reached out and palmed each of McCoy's cheeks.
He then spit down on his cock, the string of spittle slowly running the
length of his shaft.  He leaned back a bit and braced his hands flat upon
the mattress for support.
	"Its time to take a ride, pretty ass DA man."  Hawk's cock was angled
upward.  McCoy looked over his shoulder.  "Climb aboard."  Hawk grunted.
	McCoy reached around and spread his ass cheeks.  He backed a bit and
positioned his butt crack against Hawk's enflamed cock head.
	"Ughhhh," McCoy squatted down and Hawk's thick cock stretched McCoy's
ass lips further than he could ever remember.  But McCoy slid all the way
down on the length.  When McCoy's butt cheeks rubbed Hawk's pubes he
grinned.
	"Nice," Hawk hissed in appreciation.
	In response McCoy shifted a bit and squeezed his butt tightly around
Hawk's thick shaft.
	"Ride it," Hawk instructed.  He'd had a long day.  Let the prissy pretty
DA do all the work.
	McCoy began to bounce upon Hawk's shaft.  He squeezed his rectum muscles
and twisted his butt as he rode the macho cop's cock hard.
	"That's ittttttt," Hawk sighed in approval, his balls beginning to churn
and boil.
	McCoy began to pump his cock with both hands as he continued to gyrate
and slide up and down on Hawk's throbbing cock.  He was pleased.  He'd
accommodated the huge prong easily.  That thick shaft was rubbing his
rectum walls and stretching his ass lips for all they were worth.  McCoy
knew he'd be stretched out a bit to fuck well the next morning so he had
to make this fuck worth.
	Hawk watched the prissy DA work his ass on his prick like a good power
bottom.  He was pleased.  This definitely was a worthwhile fuck.
	"I'm.......getting.......close," Hawk warned, "get ready.....for
that......tight little ass.....to.......drink ittttt."
	"Give....it.....to.....me," McCoy bounced harder and tighter around
Hawk's pulsing shaft.  "I want it all."
	Hawk's balls tightened, his face contorted in a sneer and he growled as
his cock exploded up McCoy's butt.  He pumped and pumped and pumped cum
into McCoy and McCoy tried to hold it, cock and all up his butt.
	"T....touch.....mine....," he requested urgently.
	"What?" Hawk said between deep breaths, cum still spurting McCoy full.
	"Touch.....mine," he wheezed.
	Hawk was no fag but straight dudes jerked each other off, or so he
heard, so he lifted one hand from the bed and reached around and grasped
McCoy's thick veiny cock.  It was warm and throbbed as he tentatively
stroked it.  McCoy's sighs of pleasure encouraged him and he stroked
faster and confidently.  He was just draining the last drops of cum
inside McCoy when he felt the DA's cock tense and jerk in his hand.
Inquisitively he moved his grasped hand up the shaft around the cock
head.
	"Fuckinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn helllllllllllll," McCoy grunted as his cock
let lose a heavy load of spoog.  It flooded Hawk's palm and seeped
through and around his fingers.  He didn't move his hand away, liking the
spurts filling his hand.  McCoy gritted and gnashed his teeth as his
balls completely emptied in the stud's hand.  He was still panting when
he said, "I want it."
	Hawk understood and lifted his cum soaked hand to McCoy's mouth.  McCoy
licked the palm and sucked each of the fingers clean.  Hawk enjoyed the
feel of the tongue and lips around his fingers.  He wasn't a fag
but.........Christ!  He pushed at McCoy, who moved away.  Hawk's cock
slid from McCoy's hole with a sloshy plop.
	McCoy understood the man's change.  He'd felt his cock begin to harden
again just from licking and sucking on the stud's hand and fingers.  It
scared the macho stud.  McCoy silently moved to his clothes.  He knew
when it was time to leave.
	Hawk scowled down at his cock.  He'd gotten off on a fag licking and
sucking another part of his body other than his prick.  That had never
happened before.  Fuck!  He wasn't happy with that.  He wasn't happy at
all.
	McCoy looked at him hesitantly.  He had cum leaking from his butt down
his legs.  He couldn't exactly go out into the city like that.  "Do you
have a bathroom I could use?" he broached carefully.
	Hawk lifted his head and shrugged, "yeah, at the end of the hall."
	McCoy nodded and walked to the bedroom door.  Hawk watched his butt as
he walked and knew that he wanted to fuck him again.  Hell, he conceded,
he might even be willing to explore things further with the priss DA.
Maybe.

	Munch and Cragen awoke in the morning and awkwardly went about getting
showered and dressed for the day.  Cragen showed Munch the bathroom and
Munch showered quickly, particularly lathering up his butt.  He was just
stepping out of the shower when Cragen walked nude save the towel around
his waist.  Munch shrugged and opted not to don a towel.  He'd just been
fucked by this man so what was the decorum for.
	Cragen avoided looking at Munch and concentrated on opening the medicine
cabinet and pulling out his razor.  "Umm....when you're dressed, you can
help yourself to anything in the kitchen for breakfast."
	Munch nodded with a smug grin.  Lifting his leg, he placed one foot up
on the rim of the tub and leaned a hand against the tiled wall for
support.  "Why don't you cut the crap and just help yourself to this."
Munch wiggled his jello ass as Cragen and in no time the towel around his
waist was tented by his hard cock.
	"Yeah," Cragen moved from the sink pulling off the towel.  His hard cock
bobbed upward toward his flat barrel stomach.  "You ass is hungry for
some morning cock."
	"Well get to it Captain," Munch nodded in approval.
	Cragen stopped behind Munch and reached out to rub Munch's soft round
butt cheeks.  He then tilted his head downward and spit in the palm of
one hand, rubbing his cock then Munch's hole.  Gripping his cock at the
base, Cragen stepped forward and nudged his bulbous cock head against
Munch's crack.
	"Come on.  Come on."  Munch repeated impatiently.
"Come......o........ughhhhhhh."
	Cragen thrust his cock fully within Munch's tight hole.  Cragen slapped
one of Munch's cheeks and began to thrust, gyrating his hips.
	"Ooooooooooooo," Munch panted clenching his rectum muscles around
Cragen's thick cock.  "You're getting good at this Captain."
	"Uh huh," Cragen pumped his cock forward in repetitive rhythm.  He
slapped Munch's ass cheek again.  "You're getting good as well."
	"Shut....the hell up!"  Munch grunted with each of Cragen's thrust.
"Just....pile.....drive....my ass!"
	Cragen's thigh's banged into Munch's thighs, his balls swinging like a
pendulum with each forward motion of his hips.  Munch lowered his free
hand and fisted it around his cock.  He began to pump it furiously.
	"Deeperrrrrrrrrr," Munch groaned.
	"Deeper?"  Cragen gritted his teeth and thrust harder.  Munch's butt
muscles convulsed around his cock.  Cragen's pubes rubbed against Munch's
pale butt cheeks.  "This....deep....enough....bitch!"  Cragen pumped
furiously
	Munch pushed his butt back to meet Cragen's deep thrusts.  He contorted
his face, his hand moving rabidly up and down his shaft.  His swinging
balls tightened.  "Fuckkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhh," Munch panted as thick
ropes of spoog shot across the tub against the tiled wall.
	"Shoot it Munch," Cragen encouraged, "shoot it bitchhhhhhh."   Cragen's
thighs smacked and smacked harder against Munch.
	"Christttttttttttttt," Munch pumped more ropes of cum that splattered
across the bottom of the tub as he was drained of the spoog.
	"I'm.....next.......baby..." Cragen's balls tightened and he curled his
toes as his cock jerked deep within the warmth of Munch's ass.  "Take
ittttttttttt," he growled as his cock erupted flows of seed in Munch's
well fucked hole.  "Yeahhhhhhh," he pumped so much cum that it seeped
between the ring of Munch's stretched ass lips and his own cock down
along Munch's butt cheeks and thighs.  Munch clenched tighter around the
cock as it emptied after several minutes.
	Both men were panting heavily.  Munch grinned.  Cragen chuckled.
	"Nice way to break the morning monotony," Munch panned in his dead
humor, "it sure beats pleasantries over a bowl of Captain Crunch cereal."

	Eliot awoke in Cassidy's bed.  He was on his side and Cassidy was
spooned into him.  Eliot smiled and wrapped his arms around Brian's
waist.  He kissed Cassidy's neck and shoulder blade.  He was going to
like this thing with Brian.  He was so overwhelmed in contentment that he
didn't register that he had slept with Kathy the same way; he had kissed
her every morning in the same way.  All he understood and registered was
that he had a thing for Cassidy and it was much more than sex.  What that
was he wasn't willing to understand just yet.

to be continued......