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Part Seven
After a particularly long day at the precinct, Curtis was kicked back on his couch nursing a bottle of beer. Salazar was seated in a recliner doing the same. Curtis wife was out of town with the girls so he'd invited Salazar over to chill.
Salazar took a drink from his bottle and grinned at Curtis. "Pretty incredible shit, hmm?"
Curtis tilted his head in question. "What?"
"Cassidy and Stabler fucking around," Salazar said.
"Mmm," Curtis nodded, absently touching his bruised lip. He thought of the incident the other afternoon in the gym. He was a bit pissed he'd missed out trying a piece of Cassidy's tight ass.
Salazar seemed to read Curtis mind. "We really scared the shit out of Cassidy the other day, didn't we?" Curtis merely nodded and Salazar ventured cautiously. "You really didn't plan to....to..."
Curtis took a sip of beer and then looked back to Salazar. "What; fuck him?"
"Yeah," Salazar was a bit afraid of the answer. He'd agreed to the incident on a lark but a secret part of him....well, he couldn't think about that.
Curtis looked at Salazar intently, "I was hoping for at least a bj."
Salazar was stunned; more so for the reaction of his hardening cock than Curtis confession. "Bullshit!" He scoffed.
"You've never let a fag blow you before?" he asked speculatively.
"No fuckin' way!" Salazar said indignantly. After a long pause he asked, "have you."
"Fuck yeah," Curtis chuckled.
"Y....y..you a fag," Salazar's cock was rock hard but he was afraid that Curtis was bull shitting him.
Curtis shrugged. "A mouth is a mouth and a hole is a hole." He leaned back on the couch and spread his legs. He was getting turned on by the conversation. He was interested to see where it would lead. "Of course, not many people can take my big dick, gay or straight."
Salazar looked at him in stunned silence. He realized he wanted to give it a try. He licked his dry lips. "Bullshit," he scoffed. And then he added, "big dick my ass."
Curtis grinned. He'd like to pile drive his Latin shaft up Salazar's Latin ass. "No shit!"
Salazar shifted uncomfortably, his hard on straining painfully in his jean. "Shut up."
"Really dude," Curtis lowered a hand to his groin and squeezed it proudly. "Want to see?"
Salazar looked to him in stunned silence. He wanted to take Curtis up on the offer, but.....
Across town, Stabler and Cassidy had finally managed to draw themselves from each other and the stairwell. They were just entering the parking garage when John 'Hawk' Hawkins turned his car's ignition off. In the dimly lit garage he watched his old student Stabler and the other cop. Taking a last drag upon his cigarette, he was just about to climb out of his car and say hello when Stabler abruptly pulled the younger cop in his arms and kissed him hotly. Hawk jabbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and nodded; so Stabler went both ways. He examined the other cop more closely through the haze of tobacco smoke. Cute young thing with a nice butt; Hawk wondered if Eliot was into sharing his cocksuckers. Hawk had fucked plenty of fags in his day, what was another. He watched the two men resume kissing hotly.
Eliot finally pulled away and looked down at Cassidy. "So babe," he grinned, "do I come to your place or do you come to mine tonight?"
"My place?" Cassidy was surprised by the offer. He'd expected Stabler to merely ask him back to his house.
"Hmm Mmm," Stabler nodded lowering his hands and squeezing Cassidy's butt cheeks.
"W...we can go to my place....its closer," Cassidy bit his lip. "That is, if you really want to."
Eliot grinned. "What I really want," he gripped Cassidy's butt tightly, "is to fuck the hell out of this hot ass."
"Yeahhhhhh," Cassidy sighed, feeling his own cock stir again from being manhandled by the sexy Stabler. "My place."
"Great," Eliot chimed in good nature. "But just so you know..." Cassidy braced himself for some sort of disappointment. "I plan on being there all night." He said cheekily. "I plan I giving this ass," he patted it playfully, "the fuck of your life."
"All night?" Cassidy fought to conceal his pleasure.
"Or," Eliot winked at Cassidy, "until one of us it too sore fuck more."
"W...what about your car?" Cassidy's butt was tingling already.
"What about it?" Eliot shrugged. "I can get it tomorrow when we come to work."
Eliot was really serious about staying the entire night; Cassidy was overwhelmed. "Ok."
"Well," Eliot teased, "lets get the hell out of here before I end up fucking you on the hood of this car."
Hawk was sitting in his car, his hard 10 inch cock out. He stroked it furiously as he imagined a three way with Stabler and his pretty little twink. His hands were warm and coarse as they jerked against his cock. Just as Stabler and the fag bottom were climbing into a car together, Hawk's balls tightened. "Shhhhhhitttttttttttttttt," he gritted as thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock head and splattered against his dashboard. "Yeahhhhhh," he pumped it all from his throbbing blood engorged cock. Hawk chuckled as the fag's car drove by his car. He watched the car exit the garage and then looked at the cum dripping down his dashboard. He was definitely going to get Stabler to share his fag boi.
Jack McCoy was seated on the edge of his desk, the fly of his pin stripe slacks down. His hard cock was exposed to the open air and the lips that were locked around it. Mike Logan was on his knees before McCoy and the desk. His jaw was wide as he took the length of McCoy's cock down his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed and he snorted as the head of McCoy's cock hit his tonsils. His nose rubbed the DA's pubes. He sniffed deeply.
"Suck it," McCoy instructed in his gravelly voice. "Suck my cock bitch."
Logan ran his calloused hands up the fine material of Jack's slacks and gripped the DA's muscular thighs. McCoy reached out and grabbed Logan's head impatiently and roughly pushed his cock further down the cop's throat. Logan choked for a minute before his throat muscles relaxed and convulsed around the thick shaft.
"Yeah," McCoy teased, "drain this fat DA cock."
Logan ran his tongue along the veiny length, bathing the pulsing shaft in his spittle. McCoy thrust his hips and Logan gurgled, nearly choking again.
"You need to know not to be such a smart ass with lawyers," McCoy sneered.
Logan's fingers dug deeper into McCoy's muscled thighs. McCoy felt the pressure and pulled a bit to relieve the cop. However, before Logan could take a second deep breath, Jack thrust the length of his shaft back down to the cop's gullet. Logan choked again.
"Losing your touch?" McCoy egged. "What's the matter, the legal eagles you deal with across the river aren't so big?"
"Nmph," Logan tried to articulate around the hot fleshy staff. McCoy chuckled and Logan sucked harder, slurping loudly.
"That's it baby," McCoy ruffled Logan's hair, "suck your pacifier."
"Mnmph," Logan snorted loudly.
McCoy's balls were boiling. It had been.....about an hour or so since he last got off. "You're about to get a big load." Logan was a better cock sucker than any of the male interns he'd had lately. "Get ready for it bitch." McCoy grunted, holding Logan's head to him.
Logan wasn't about to pull away. He wanted McCoy's thick load. He was hungry for it. He pressed the tip of his tongue against McCoy's cock head.
"Whoaaaaaaa," McCoy gritted as his balls tightened and his cock jerked in Logan's mouth. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his cock head flared and he began to spurt cum down Logan's greedy swallowing throat. "Milk it babyyyyyyyyyy," he tugged at Logan's hair roughly, but Logan was undeterred as he drank and swallowed the thick ropey loads.
"Mnmph," Logan purred as McCoy's cock unloaded down his throat. His lips held tightly until the last drops drained from Jack's cock. Logan still held to McCoy, licked him clean.
Jack chuckled, "yeah, you were hungry for that, weren't you." He ruffled Logan's hair again. "Now if you're a really good cock sucker, you'll take another load."
Logan looked eagerly up at McCoy and began sucking furiously on the DA's cock again.
As McCoy's cock began to harden again, he smiled approvingly. "Yeah, you are a good little cock sucker!"
Over at Cragen's house, Cragen and Munch had spent the last several minutes awkwardly interacting. Uncomfortable with the rabid politeness, Munch decided to take control.
"Let's cut the crap, Captain," Munch sneered.
"Yeah," Cragen said, "ok."
Munch looked down a hallway leading from the living room. "Where's your bedroom."
"Ugh, down the hall, second door on the right," Cragen offered in a flushed face.
"Well....," Munch offered with a raised eyebrow.
Cragen nodded and led Munch down the hall into a sparsely decorated room with an unmade double bed. Munch grinned at the sheets rumpled at the end of the bed.
"I live alone," Cragen apologized.
Munch shrugged. "No matter." He looked to Cragen, "lets see that cock Captain."
"Um...sure." Cragen began to undo his belt buckle and the fly of his slacks. Munch began to strip as well. He bent a bit as his pushed his slacks and underwear down his long legs. Cragen looked at his soft round ass hungrily and his cock was instantly hard. Munch stood and smiled in admiration of the captain's hard on.
Cragen moved to the bed, but Munch moved swiftly and pushed him down upon the bed impatiently. Cragen was flat on his back but his hard cock stood straight up.
"Nice," Munch smirked as he crawled up on the bed over Cragen's cock. He squatted over it and lowered. Cragen's cock head nudged Munch's tight hole and broke through the ring.
"Niceeeeeee," Munch twisted a bit and sat all the way down on Cragen's cock. He shifted a bit. "Pretty good fit," he murmured in his usual dry humor. "Now sit back and watch an expert ride." He chortled as he began to squeeze his butt muscles around Cragen's cock. He was soon was bouncing on the shaft and Cragen murmured and moaned in approval.
"Yeahhhhhhh," Munch hissed, "a power bottom......at.....work," he grunted as his own hard cock waved with each bounce and his balls slapped against Cragen's undefined yet solid stomach.
"Ride it Munchhhhhhh," Cragen sighed, "ride my cockkkkkkkk."
"Mmmmmmmm," Munch bit his lip as he squeezed tighter and bounced harder.
"You've got a real......nice.......shaft......Captain."
"And your ass is hotttttttt," Cragen panted. His balls were churning. He was going to shoot soon.
"I'm ready for that big load," Munch massaged Cragen's prong with his rectum. "I'm ready for that big cop load!"
"Well.......then......ughhh.....take....itttttttttt," Cragen grunted as his cock jerked and flooded Munch's bowels with hot police cum. "Mmmmmilkkkkkk itttttttt."
Munch clenched tight and felt the warm spoog flood his rectum. "Breed my asssssssssssss," he groaned.
"Shitttttt," Cragen hoarsely groaned as the last of his cum spurt from his cock.
Munch's balls tightened. "I.....I'm gonna shootttttt,"
Cragen lifted his head quickly. "I want it."
Munch grinned as Cragen opened his mouth and extended his tongue. "H....here...it comesssssssss!" Munch obliged, gripping the base of his cock and aiming for Cragen's mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh," Munch gritted as his cock head exploded and strings of cum shot across the bed.
Some splattered on Cragen's lips, some on his tongue, but some trickled down the Captain's chin. Cragen swallowed hungrily then licked his lips.
"Nice," Cragen smiled.
Munch nodded, "not bad yourself Captain. Now lets see how quickly you can get it up again." Munch challenged. "My ass is hungry!"
They both grinned. It was going to be an eventful night.