Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-21 STRANGE BED FELLOWS
Alfred Hitchcock's "the birds" play on television, while off duty police officers Malik Jones and his lover Capt David McConnell sit back in bed together eating chinese take-out. Malik had never saw the brilliantly made classic movie before, and was enthralled through the whole story. McConnell watched Malik looking at the TV like a kid watching his first cartoon, and smiled to himself at his enthusiasm.
"This movie is great!" said Malik, watching the Birds attack the innocent pedestrians as they scatter about in the streets. "For an OLD movie, the special effects are pretty good!"
"Yes. Just goes to show that when you have a good story line and interesting characters, you don't need a big budget effects movie to make a hit." said McConnell, happy that Malik was enjoying his pick of movies to watch; "Psycho", "Whatever Happy To Baby Jane?", and "Sunset Boulevard".
"Is this what you used to do with your wife..., sit back in bed and watch old movies?" asked Malik, finishing off his shrimp fried rice.
"Would have loved to..., but work and kids made it very hard to have a lot of moments like this." said McConnell, thoughtfully.
"You miss your kids?" asked Malik, hearing some regret in McConnell's voice.
"My kids are all grown now." said the older officer with a sigh. "I have a son named David Junior, he's 28. A daughter named Mia, she's 25. And I have a younger son named Elliott, whose 20."
"Wow, I'm the same age as your daughter." said Malik, astonished.
"Is that a problem for you? The fact that I'm older with kids your age?" asked McConnell.
"No." said Malik, unsure at the moment. "Does it bother you?" he asked, turning the question around.
"I won't lie..., it's been a concern." admitted McConnell, much to Malik's surprise.
"So why didn't you say anything?" asked Malik, suddenly nervous over their relationship.
"It was just a concern..., it's not a problem. I didn't want to make it into something it wasn't. Especially if YOU were alright with it." answered McConnell.
"Does your family know about you? You know..., about your new preference?" asked Malik, uncomfortably.
"No." chuckled McConnell, knowing his family would never understand or accept his new change of lifestyle. Especially his son -David Jr, whom looked up to him the most.
"So..., what were your concerns?" asked Malik, -fishing.
"Well..., that our age differences might be a factor..., that we might not have enough things in common outside of sex...," he said openly before pausing, "...what would my kids think if they found out..."
"What do you think they'll say if they did?" asked Malik, curiously.
McConnell sighed.
"Well, I know my oldest son would be against it. He's military based, and very closed minded to homosexuality, -like his mother. My daughter..., that's a tough one. I think she would be upset, but would try to be supportive so long as I was happy." thought McConnell, going through each child's temperament. "And my youngest son..., he's in college, I'm not sure what his thoughts would be. I think with him being younger, he might be more open to the thought of his dad being bisexual, I suppose."
"How long have you been bisexual?" questioned Malik, wrapped up into McConnell's life story.
"I guess I always have been." admitted McConnell. "I was born to a mixed family. My dad was black, and my mother was white. We lived in a predominately white neighborhood. They divorced when I was 6. I remember missing around with my friends in junior high and high school. Then I stopped when I joined the service, but I still found men attractive, I just didn't act on it. Instead, I concentrated on women. Then I married Christina, -my ex-wife and high school sweet-heart, and started having children. Then when I got out of the service, I joined the Academy and became a police officer. And the rest is history." said McConnell, telling his entire 50 year life span in just a few sentences. "And what about you? How long have you been bisexual?" he inquired, using chop-sticks to shovel in a mouthful of noodles and lobster lo-mein.
Malik looked perplexed by the question.
"Bisexual?" he asked, as if he never heard of the word.
"Yes. You..., you have..., dated women, -right?" asked McConnell, suddenly unsure.
"Yes. Of course." chuckled Malik, nervously. "I mean..., I'm not dating one right NOW!" he laughed.
"Okay, that's good to know..." smiled McConnell. "...but I meant, -how long have you been sleeping with men?"
"I..., I don't sleep with men..." said Malik, sounding almost offended.
McConnell's eyebrows went up.
"I don't understand..., what do you call what we've been doing?" he asked.
"You're the only man I've ever slept with." answered Malik, suddenly annoyed by the question. "The other times..., were rape!" he added, getting up off the bed.
McConnell's face softened when he heard that. Now he understood why Malik was always so distant and withdrawn.
"Mal..., I'm sorry. I didn't know." he said, feeling bad for his lover as he collected up all the take-out containers and trash they accumulated.
"How could you? I didn't tell anyone." said Malik, disappearing out the bedroom with 2 handfuls of garbage. McConnell got out of bed and followed him out into the kitchen.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, leaning against the doorway while watching Malik dispose of the trash.
"To who?" asked Malik, sounding panic stricken.
"To me..., or to the Precinct's psychiatrist?" answered McConnell.
"So you think I'm crazy?" asked Malik, getting pissed off.
"I didn't say that!" said McConnell, stepping into the kitchen. "What happened to you was traumatic for anyone, -especially a police officer!" he added, trying to be as sympathetic as possible. "I can understand if you needed someone to talk to about it. Rather me..., or a professional." he touched Malik gently on the his bare shoulder. "I want to be here for you, in anyway you need me to be. As your Captain, as you friend..., and as your lover."
Malik turned to McConnell thoughtfully, then reached up to kiss him softly on the lips. McConnell bent down to kiss him back. This led to some serious frenching, which led to Malik hoping up on the kitchen counter. He kissed McConnell harder, getting more intimate with the tongue while reaching down to fondle his manhood. McConnell's dick started to stiffen in Malik's hand, which Malik then guided between his ass cheeks and into his moist hole. McConnell sank in freely, feeling the warm tightness of his lover's anus envelope him. For the next 5 minutes they fucked on the counter, Malik wrapping his legs around the Captain's waist while McConnell thrust in and out of him steadily. Then McConnell picked Malik up, kissing him deeply as he walked him blindly back into the bedroom and laid him down gently on the bed. Malik parted his legs further, giving McConnell all the depth he needed. They made love passionately for the next 30 minutes, until McConnell eventually exploded deep in Malik's bowels again while Malik creamed all over hsi own chest and stomach.
ON PATROL
The car ride with officers Jake Valentine and his new partner Maleece Cortez was rather quiet. The 2 men said very little as they keep their eyes focused on the area they patrolled, and their ears to the police radio. Jake felt uncomfortable sitting with a man whom just basically admitted he didn't respect him for reporting the criminal mischief of his fellow officers. It made Jake wonder what Cortez and the rest of the officers in the dept had to hide? Jake had been new to the police force, and brand new to the Precinct when he was coupled with Gardner and his merry band of thieves. He didn't know Cortez and the other officers very well. Indeed he felt like an outsider, the white sheep in a family of black counterparts. They avoided eye contact as he probed the streets for any distractions that would keep him from talking to his partner.
Cortez was obviously doing the same, for as soon as a call came over the radio, he was all over it! "Officers Cortez and Valentine responding!" he called to the dispatcher as he flipped the lights and sirens and put the car into high gear.
The scene was a multi car accident. Another team of officers were already there when Cortez and Valentine arrived. They were escorting injured victims from the crash sight, as a fire had erupted in one of the cars, leaving the potential danger that an explosion was imminent.
"Anyone left?" asked Cortez, jumping from the cruiser.
"There's a woman in the burning car! I think she's unconscious!" yelled an officer, already taking someone to a safe distance. Cortez ran over to the burning car which had landed upsidedown on it's roof. He got down onto his hands and knees, and looked in through the window. Sure enough, there was a unconscious woman still strapped into her seat. Cortez climbed into the car to rescue her. Jake ran up, nervous about the pending explosion as he tried to douse the flames with a fire extinguisher from the trunk of the cruiser. The flames were hot, and he could hear the bending metal as the heat caused the gas tank to buckle.
"It's gonna blow!" he yelled to his partner, tossing the empty extinguisher aside.
"I..., almost..., got her...!" grunted Cortez, pulling at the seat belt which held her in place. He tugged and tugged until he finally heard it rip. The female landed on the car's ceiling with a "thump". Cortez pulled her out the side window with Jake's aid, both of them taking her by an arm as they ran her to safety. Before they could get 50 feet, the car exploded, sending a ball of fire and metal into the air. Spectators screamed and ran for cover as Jake, Cortez, and the female victim all fell to the ground.
Jake covered his head as a shower of car parts crashed to the area around them. His ears rang as he tried to regain his composure. He looked over to find his partner, and saw Cortez involved with giving the victim CPR. Jake watched from the ground as Cortez breathed into the woman's mouth, then used his hands to try to jump start her heart. After several attempts, the woman came to, coughing and choking in air while Cortez stood over her protectively.
"Are you alright, ma'am...?" he asked, patting her back as she came around.
"M...my...my baby! Where's my baby?" screamed the woman, seeing her car fully engulfed in flames. "He was in the back seat! Where is he??!!"
Cortez looked over into the raging fire, feeling his stomach churn at the thought of the baby strapped in it's car seat, burning alive!
Later...., fire trucks and ambulances arrive to douse the fire and aid the injured. The woman victim was loaded into an ambulance and taken to an area hospital, distraught over her baby's demise. Jake watched as the ambulance pulled off, it's sirens blaring as they rushed the woman away for treatment. Jake decided to look for Cortez, whom had been sitting on the curb since finding out he left a baby behind.
Cortez didn't want to talk. Indeed he just wanted to stew in his own misery and anger. Jake tried to remind him that he did save a life, but it was of little consolation. All Cortez could think of was the little life that didn't have a chance to grow.
That night after their shift, Cortez drove to his favorite bar to get himself drunk and forget what happened tonight. He kicked back drink after drink, ignoring the bartender's warning about being too drunk to drive. A woman flirted with Cortez at the bar. She was cute with blonde hair, big tits, and Cortez suspected and even bigger pussy! He was just about to drag the woman home with him to fuck what little brains she may have had out of her head (rather she wanted to or not), when he was interrupted by his new partner -Jake.
"What the fuck'r YOU doing here?" he sighed, having seen enough of Jake for one day.
"I knew you were coming here to get drunk!" said Jake, having heard of Cortez's intentions in the locker room at work. "I'm going to drive you home!"
"Fuck off!" yelled Cortez, too high to know he was causing a scene. "I want some pussy tonight!" he added, staggering over to where the woman sat. She smiled, ready for his come-on so she could accept his offer and go back to his place. "Wanna fuck?" he asked bluntly, accidentally spitting in her face. "I saw you lookin at me, wanna come back to my place and suck my dick, bitch?"
Insulted, the woman turned her head away from him. This angered Cortez, as he'd grown a hardon staring at her cleavage. "BITCH!" he snapped, grabbing her shirt, causing her boobs to spill out into the open. The woman screamed, trying to wrestle free. The bartender rushed over and grabbed Cortez's arm to pry off the woman. Jake rushed over and grabbed Cortez about the shoulders and pulled him back. He released the woman (who shoved her tits back into her blouse), then shoved Jake off of him. "Get offa me, you fuckin faggot!" he yelled, tilting sideways as he tried to stand upright. He looked at Jake, then at the bartender and other patrons whom sat around watching his next move, then at the woman who started it all. "Fuck you, bitch! Who wants your stank pussy anyway??" he spat, disrespectfully.
"Come on, Maleece..., let me drive you home." offered Jake, calmly. Cortez looked at him strangely, then staggered forth.
"Well..., c'mon then!" he said, bumping his way out the door.
The drive to Cortez's apt was an adventurous one. Cortez cursed, complained, and threatened to throw up as he laid his head back in the seat. Jake pulled the car over once or twice for false alarms. Once they reached Cortez's apt, Jake helped him out of the car and up the steps. Cortez took out his keys, and fumbled around with the locks until he finally got the door open. He pushed it open and walked in, not bothering to turn on the lights.
"Are you okay?" asked Jake, concerned.
"Fuck off!" yelled Cortez, not in the mood to hear Jake's voice.
"It's not your fault, what happened to the kid!" insisted Jake, trying to make Cortez feel better. "No one knew the baby was back there! We had no way of knowing how many occupants were in that car at the time!"
"I was right there! In the car with the mother! I should have checked the back seat!" yelled Cortez.
"It was a dangerous situation! Every second counted! You did what you could in the little amount of time you had to do it! You SAVED that woman's life!" reminded Jake.
"I thought I told you to FUCK OFF!" screamed Cortez, not wanting to listen to reason.
"You don't need to be alone right now!" insisted Jake.
"What I need is some pussy!" countered Cortez. "So unless you have a cunt tucked between your legs, you need to get the fuck out and leave me alone! You're ruining my high!" said Cortez, flopping on his couch. When Jake refused to leave, Cortez took to physically trying to remove him from the premises. He and Jake struggled, tripping over furniture and rolling on the floor when the fell over. Jake tried to put Cortez in a head lock to keep from hurting him, while Cortez ripped at Jake's clothes. Jake didn't realize what was happening until he felt his pants and underwear being torn from his buttock. Before he knew it, the ass of his jeans were ripped open, exposing his entire behind as Cortez pushed his knees up against his chest to show his hole.
Once the ass was exposed, Cortez took to undoing his own pants. During the transition it took him to unfasten his belt, Jake lay in silence, paralyzed as he looked up and waited his fate.
His eyes locked on Cortez's hands as the fumbled with the zipper and fasten. Cortez opened his pants, revealing the hard banana shaped 7 and 1/2 inch hooded cock. Jake's asshole spasm at the thought of it plugging his hole. He watched Cortez spit into his hand, then massage the saliva onto his cock head. He pushed Jake's legs up, then pressed his cock head up to the hole.
Jake braced himself for entry. He gasped when he felt the cock pry open his anus, then slowly sink inside. Cortez was drunk with lust. He didn't care what the gender was on the end of his dick, so long as it was hot and tight! He plunged his hips forward, driving the remaining part of his dick into Jake's steamy depths.
Jake felt Cortez press his weight down on the backs of his thighs, flattening his knees up to his chest. Cortez was very aggressive as he held down the police officer, and fucked him with drunken passion. Jake could have fought back, but instead opted to give in as he was taken by yet another officer. He stared up into Cortez's handsome rican face as he pumped wildly in and out of him. Jake reached down into his tattered pants and started masturbating, taking his hardon in hand. Cortez was unaware of this move, as he kept his eyes closed during fucking. All his senses were aware of, was the awesome feeling surrounding his cock as he plunged in and pulled out. He pumped wildly, fucking blindly, mindlessly into the ass beneath him.
Cortez was a single man, a straight man with no real woman in his life. He dated a lot, fucked a lot of girls, but made no promises. He often admired his old partner Terrence Jackson, for his sense of love and family. Jackson had a wife and 4 children. He loved his family, and spoke of them often. He even tried to talk Cortez into finding ONE woman, and settling down to raise a family. But Cortez never liked one pussy for too long. He liked variety, no one woman could hold his interest long enough for him to propose marriage.
He plunged into Jake's ass with quick shallow thrusts, pumping in and out fast as the hole gripped his cock like a band. The hole was tight around his dick, sucking him gently as he pressed back and forth. Heavy breathing, panting, and mild groaning followed as the 2 officers fucked for pleasure. Jake pumped his cock wildly, enjoying the steady pumping his ass was getting as Cortez fucked him full of cock.
Jake came a geyser of cum all over himself, shooting a spray of sperm like pellets from a machine gun. He squirmed on the carpeted floor as Cortez continued to fuck into him with hard jabs straight through his orgasm. He hammered the ass under him, feeling it tighten and spasm until he released his own pent load deep inside it. He came with a loud grunt, shoving his cock in bone deep as he shot an ocean of semen into the receptive bottom beneath him.
Jake felt the deluge of cum enter him, filling his gut with sloppy nut. When he was finished cumming, he pulled out and flopped down on the sofa next to them, -his pants still open as his limp dick continued to drain onto his naked thigh. Within minutes, he was sleep. Jake got up off the floor, his pants falling to the carpet in pieces around his ankles. Jake watched Cortez sleep as his wiped the cum up off his stomach with his t-shirt. He pulled the sneakers and pants off from Cortez's legs, then put them up on the arm rest. He borrowed a pair of shorts from the bedroom, then locked the door as he left. Hoping tomorrow wouldn't be too awkward between them after he'd sobered up.
TEMPEST WILLIAMS
A car slowly pulls to a stop in front of an abandon 3 story house at the end of a steet. 4 figures get out. The first dude to emerge was a 35 year old drug dealer nick named Pooh; (from "my woman's lover in the bisexual/authoritarian section of Nifty) a big guy at 6 foot 5, 300 lbs of solid fat. He was dark skin, with thick lips, no neck, bad looks, plenty of bling, and an expensive sweat suit (the best money could buy). His associates worked for him. One was a 40 year old thug nick named Guy; a 6 foot 2, medium build brutha with a dark chocolate complexion and an iron jaw look. His eyes were intense. A con with nearly 15 years under his belt (for murder, drugs, assault, and a host of other offenses), he had earned his place as Pooh's right hand man for doing dastardly deeds most people only see in movies. The second thug was a young 21 year old nick named D-Money; a 6 foot tall, lite brown skin man with thick black cornrows, a thin mustache, and full lips. He was much younger than the other 2 men, but no less dangerous when it came to street smarts and fast shrewd thinking. And the third associate was a she/male better known by trade as -Mercedes, a 5 foot 7, lite skin, petite, puerto-rican that once worked for Tempest, but now did her prostituting for Pooh (her new Mack-Daddy).
They walked up the front steps of the abandoned building they were scheduled to meet in. "Yo..., who here?" called Pooh, upon entering. Guy and Money both pulled their weapons, incase of a set-up. They circled their boss, holding their weapons out in front with their fingers on the triggers as Mercedes pulled up the rear (looking nervous).
"Don't look like nobody's here." said Money, checking out the corners with his shifty eyes.
Pooh looked down at his diamond studded wrist watch. "This the time the nikka said to meet his ass! Wussup with yur former boifriend gurl, don't that mofo own a watch?" asked Pooh, looking back at Mercedes, whom hunched her shoulders innocently.
"Guess wid all the news bout da police raiding his Empire, threw him a little off schedule n'shit." said Guy, causing Pooh to chuckle.
Just then, they heard the sound of foot steps start to echo through the empty house. It started off faint, but grew as they neared. It sounded like stilettos, a woman's shoe. It was coming from upstairs on the second floor. All eyes (and guns) pointed upward, just as a female's form appeared at the top of the stairs, then started to descend downward. The men focused their eyes on her long luscious legs, her short mini-skirt, her tiny waist, and her cleavage, -as she slowly descended the stairs with style.
"Who the fuck'r you?" asked Pooh, just as the woman reaches the ground step.
"That's Peaches, Tempest's paid WHORE!" said Mercedes, stepping up from the back as though she had heart.
"And what you consider your damn self, bitch?" asked Money, putting Mercedes back in her place.
"Hello, gentlemen. My name is Peaches. I'm here to show you the way to see our host; -Tempest Williams."
"Show us the way?" asked Guy, walking over to the 6 foot tall female impersonator. "Where is he? Why ain't he here? He's supposed to be meet'n us! Why he send'n his bitch to do his dirty work? He scared ov us or sumptin?" Guy asked, circling Peaches like a hawk as he checked out her body from every angle.
"Tempest isn't scared of anyone, or anything!" stated Peaches, boldly looking Guy in the eyes as he walked by her.
"And what about YOU? What you scared of?" asked Guy, getting up close as he slowly rubbed his gun down the front of Peaches' blouse, between her cleavage.
"Certainly not of that big gun of yours..." said Peaches, flirtatiously. "...neither THIS one..." she added, pushing the hand gun aside. "...nor the one in your pants!"
"How you kno? You ain't seen da one in my pants, yet!" smiled Guy, with a wicked grin. "And what about you? You carrying any... guns, yurself? Anything we should kno about?" asked Guy, pressing up against Peaches' body.
"Nothing deadly." said Peaches, factually.
"Then you won't mind if I checked, would you babe?" asked Guy, motioning Peaches to assume the position against the wall. Peaches looked at the mean looking brutha, then walked over to the closest wall, spread her long legs, and pressed her palms up against the crumbling sheet-rock.
Guy put his gun back into his pocket, then walked up behind Peaches. He pressed his hard crotch into her ass, and reached around her torso and cupped her tits. He squeezed and fondled them as he slowly ground onto his ass. Slowly his sank down to his knees behind her, running his hands down her sides until he came to the bottom of her mini-skirt. Guy lifted the back of the skirt, revealing Peaches' plush round brown ass. The smooth cheeks were separated only by the red thong which ran down the center of her crack. He cupped the cheeks, squeezing them firmly as he licked his lips wantonly. "Nice ass..." he whispered huskily, leaning forward to kiss them.
"Yo, enough of this shit! Where's Tempest at?" asked Pooh, ready to get down to business.
"Leave your weapons here, and I'll take you to him." offered Peaches.
"Fuck that!" said Money, sensing a trap.
"Hold on..." said Pooh.
"What? You can't be serious, big man! You can't trust him...!"
"Drop yur guns." said Pooh, looking Peaches in the eye.
"But..."
"I said, DROP em!" insisted Pooh, sternly. Both Money and Guy dropped their guns to the floor.
"Now..., follow me, gentlemen." concluded Peaches, turning as she adjusted her skirt and switched towards the basement door. Guy looked back at Pooh, rubbing his bulging crotch.
"Keep yur shit in yur pants until after the meeting." warned Pooh, as they followed Peaches down into the basement of the 3 story apt building.
They followed a small maze of rooms, until they came upon one that was slightly furnished with a brand new living room set, entertainment center with 40 inch TV, and a dinning area. It certainly looked out of place, giving the look of the rest of the dilapidated building. There, is where they found Tempest Williams, getting his dick sucked royally by the Mayor's assistant, -Brian Dunn.
"Pooh..., I see you made it!" smiled Tempest, sitting back comfortably while Dunn bobbed his head up and down on his full erection. "Sorry about the shabby accommodations, but it's only temporary. I'm between places at the moment."
"So I've heard..." said Pooh, walking into the room with Mercedes wrapped under his arm. "...word is, yur in some deep shit right about now, -financially! Can't even keep yur men, NOR yur bitches happy!" smiled Pooh, followed by his men; D-Money and Guy. "And you know what happens when a man can't keep his bitches happy, don't you Tempest my man? They go looking for a daddy that CAN!"
Tempest saw the way Pooh pulled Mercedes closer when he said that, the gesture was not lost on him. Mercedes simply smiled, hugging Pooh's "big daddy" form tighter as she looked at her former pimp.
"Well..., I'm not really concerned with the small fish in my pond -playa. I'm more concerned with the big fishes, and coming to some kinda terms with the street products, bargains, and territories." countered Tempest, making Mercedes feel like a small fish.
"What terms, playa?" asked Pooh, releasing his hold on Mercedes. Her whole reason for being there was to show Tempest that he was losing ground. If he didn't give a fuck about losing her to another pimp, her presence was of little use. "From what I hear..., you ain't got a leg to stand on to even bargain with! So what we got to meet for?"
Dunn never stopped sucking as the men discussed business. He continued to bob his head, taking Tempest's impressive meat from tip to base with each stroke. Guy and D-Money couldn't take their eyes off of it, as huge lumps grew in the crotch of their trousers.
"Cuz even though my central center may've been raided..."
"Raided? Try BURNT to the ground!" snickered Pooh.
"...I still have over a half dozen other drug houses in north philly! Which still makes me a formidable force on the streets!" continued Tempest.
"Okay, so you not busted! But a major amount of yur supplies were cut when that house blew up, man! I KNOW the volume of yur street junk went down, drastically!" said Pooh, watching Tempest get his dick sucked. "Yur customers can't get their shit if you ain't got the resources to keep up with demand! Which means yur territory's open for take over..., playa!"
"A take over could lead to a lot of blood shed on the streets, big guy." said Tempest, grabbing the back of Dunn's head as he started to face fuck him thrust for thrust. "I'm certainly not gonna sit by and watch my territories taken over without a fight! Unless..."
"Unless what?" asked Pooh, intrigued.
"Unless we can come to a deal." said Tempest, pumping his hips upward as he sent his dick deep into Dunn's throat over and over.
"What kinda deal, man. I'm listenin." inquired Pooh.
"Like you said, my product's been cut short with this lil'..., set-back I'm having." Pooh nodded in agreement. "What's say I get YOUR labs to start producing Sextasy, and cut you in on some of the sales?"
"You mean like partners?" asked Pooh, skeptically.
"Like an investor, with 30 percent of the profits in your pocket." added Tempest. Pooh looked around at his boiz. Guy smiled, sensing big money!
"Half would be better!" said Pooh, getting greedy.
"Nigga, you must be crazy! Tempest don't give half his shit to anybody!" said Tempest, feeling his temper rise.
"You NEED us, mother fucker, -or else you wouldnt've come to us!" reasoned Pooh. "Only stands to reason that we be partners!"
"I'm offering you more money than your fat ugly ass can count, and all you can think of is wanting more!" said Tempest, pushing Dunn's head up and down on his dick faster and harder. Wet gargling sounds could be heard every time Tempest's cock punched down into the back of his throat. "Either you take this deal..., or we meet each other again on the street, in a pool of our own men's blood!"
Money and Guy looked at each other as Pooh took his time making up his mind. He waited and watched as Tempest hammered his sizable meat up into Dunn's throat. The black business professional's lips slid up and down the thick brown shaft as the big cock disappeared down into his gullet repeatedly. Spit could be seen sliding down Tempest's throbbing shaft, dripping off his bloated balls as he thrust up continuously into Dunn's oval shaped mouth. After several dozen deep thrusts, Tempest finally shoved Dunn's head down completely, making him take every inch of his curved cock as he unloaded thick hot gobs of potent semen down into his hungry throat.
Pooh, Guy, D-Money, and Mercedes all looked on with raging hardons as Tempest blew his nutt off into the man's mouth. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the ropey sperm was jetting deep down into the man's raw stomach, forcing him to eat the hot goo straight from the pipe.
"You WILD Tempest..!" laughed Pooh, watching Dunn gulp down the hot cum. "Okay..., you got a deal, man!"
"Good." smiled Tempest, pulling Dunn's head up from his lap.
"Yo, I know him...!" said Pooh, looking closely at Dunn's handsome poindexter face. "I seen him on TV..., with the Mayor!"
"This's Brian Dunn, -the Mayor's assistant." introduced Tempest.
"Well I'll be damned!" laughed Pooh. "You've got the Mayor's right hand man right in yur pocket! Suckin yur dick! And eatin yur cum!" laughed the big man.
"That ain't all I got..." said Tempest, pushing Dunn aside as he grabbed his trusted cane and stood up. He led Pooh and his men into the other room, where he had the Mayor hanging naked in a leather sling from the ceiling. "Meet..., Mayor Edwards!"
"Well, I'll be....!" sighed Pooh, disbelieving his own eyes. He walked into the room, followed by his men. "How the HELL did you shag the Mayor?" asked Pooh, walking around the tied man who was held in against his will by leather straps.
The Mayor was naked, his arms and legs strapped in, his bare hairy ass exposed at the base of the sling.
"Let's just say, -we still under negotiations." smiled Tempest. "Consider him a present, to seal the deal between us."
"And what we supposed to do with him?" asked Pooh, looking back at Tempest.
"His ass has been busted in real good." said Tempest. "I busted it myself. Feel free to sample it all you want, now that we homboiz n'all."
"Butt fuck the Mayor?" asked Money, looking Edwards in his scared eyes.
"Sounds like a plan to me!" said Pooh, unzipping his pants!
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