[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] _________________________________________________________________________
THE PRECINCT II -pt-15 Title: FALL OUT
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MALEECE
33 year old Maleece Cortez stood with his face plastered against the wall of the Peepshow Palace video booth, his pants down around his ankles and his ass jetted out backwards towards the man fucking him from behind.
All day he dreamt about hooking up with `Tony' again, to feel his strong Italian cock plunging deep inside his rectum once again. It was all he could do to contain himself at work all day, waiting for the very moment when he and Tony entered the same booth, to do what they both had come to look forward to several days a week.
Tony (a bonafide rough Italian through and through) had had an extreme dislike of gays before today. He had never considered sex with another guy until it essentially knocked him out of the business loop with his uncle and his uncle's new business partners (chap-4). In order to become more social friendly, Tony decided to find a gay guy he felt comfortable to experiment with, to suck his Italian cock and help ease his homophobia. He found that special someone when he inadvertently stumbled upon officer Cortez, making him his weekly sex partner at the Peepshow Palace.
He stood in closely behind the handsome Puerto-rican, holding him by the bare waist as he thrust himself in and out of his hairy ass. Though Tony's cock was erect, he could barely feel the depths of Maleece's hole due to the cumbersome condom he wore which dulled his sensations. Ordinarily he wouldn't dare stick his cock in a faggot's hole unprotected, but since he and Maleece had had an ongoing affair for some weeks, he decided to go without this time as he yanked his cock free and removed the condom without Maleece knowledge. Maleece arched his back as the bare cock eased back into him, wondering what was wrong? Just as he was about to turn around (believing the session over), he suddenly felt Tony refilling his hole to capacity. Tony sank himself back into Maleece's hairy hole without protection, loving how hot and wet manhole felt on his bare cock. He ground his pelvis against the faggot's ass before resuming his fuck thrusts, sending his dick in and out of the gripping cunt.
Maleece reached down and began massaging his own erection. He stroked himself slowly, not wanting to cum before Tony. He didn't think he would be able to continue getting fucked if he came first, so he purposely held back to keep from cumming too soon and ruining the mood.
In the meantime he simply enjoyed the way Tony's cock felt sliding through his body, the foreskin acting as an aid as the dick glided through his rectum without any friction. Maleece was in ecstasy, really starting to enjoy himself when he suddenly heard Tony groan, then felt his dick starting to pulsate inside him. That triggered Maleece's own orgasm as he stroked his dick to climax, cumming all over the wall before him.
"Oh shit..., that was the best cum ever...!" groaned Tony, pulling out of Maleece's ass as he used a handkerchief to clean himself off.
"Yeah..., that was great!" said Maleece, pulling up his pants.
"Same time next week...?" asked Tony, hopeful.
"Definitely!" smiled Maleece, leaving the booth as he quickly fastened his clothes.
He left the Peepshow Palace, walking briskly back to his car parked out front. He smiled to himself when he saw Tony's royal blue Mercedes, recalling their first time together. He enjoyed the anonymity of their strange relationship. Tony had no idea who he was or what he did for a living. There were no expectations or commitments, other than their weekly visits to the Palace where they spent a half hour of intimacy (tops) before going their separate ways. Not knowing Tony personally somehow made getting fucked easier, allowing Maleece to retain his manhood when he got back to his normal life as a cop on the Force. No one (not even Jake) knew of his secret desire to take it backdoor, and Maleece intended to keep it that way.
Maleece looked at his watch, noticing the time. Today was his birthday, and Jake had wanted to take him out to dinner tonight. He would have to rush home and shower, telling Jake how grungy and grimy he felt from work incase Jake wanted to make love first. After his shower, he would feel freer to interact sexually with Jake, having washed away all traces of Tony.
Maleece growled angrily when he noticed all the parking spots on his block had been taken. He had to park around the corner and walk home. During his walk he found that his ass cheeks were beginning to feel wet and slimy, as if secreting some liquid from his anus. Reaching back discreetly into the seat of his pants, he found he was able to rub his middle finger along his ass crack and actually entered his hole. Upon sniffing his finger, he realized that it was semen dripping from his anus. His heart froze when he realized Tony must have cum inside him. His first thought was that the condom broke, but Tony made no mention of a broken condom, which meant he must have removed the condom before climax. Maleece felt torn between anger (feeling as if he had been disrespected somehow) and lust (as his cock began to harden at the thought of holding Tony's load inside him), yet he was pissed that the Italian thought he could cum in him without permission.
He placed his key in the door and entered the foyer, reaching for the lights, he was shocked beyond words when everyone jumped out and yelled "SURPIRSE!!" in unison.
Maleece nearly had a heart attack, clutching his chest as everyone blew horns and threw confetti as if at a New Years' Eve party. "Happy birthday, Maleece!" smiled Jake, giving his lover a friendly hug for benefit of those in the room who didn't know they were lovers.
"Thanks..." said Maleece, looking around embarrassed. "...I..., really wasn't expecting this...!" he added, spotting his partner (detective Malik) standing in the background. "And YOU knew about this all day and you didn't warn me...??!" he yelled, pointed an accusing finger at his partner.
"Hey..., it was a surprise...!" reasoned Malik, laughing out loud.
"Here..., have a drink!" offered McConnell, handing Maleece a beer. "Happy Birthday, detective!" he added, patting the officer on the back.
"Thank you, sir!" said Maleece, chugalugging.
"Come blow out your cake!" insisted Jake, taking Maleece into the dining room where he had an erotic cake (showing two naked women in 69 position in handcuffs) laid out on display. Everyone began to gather around to sing `happy birthday' as the cake was cut and drinks were poured. The party mostly consisted of cops (uniformed and detective), most from Precinct-23, but also from neighboring Precincts. It was during that observation while talking to his partner that detective Scott Macnamara realized...
"Everyone here is male...!"
"You're joking..." said detective Hightower, looking about the room which included: Maleece, Malik, captain McConnell, Andy, Terrence Jackson (Andy's partner), Jake, Macnamara, Hightower, Marvin Rollins, and about 15 other faces from the department.
"See..., I told you!" said Macnamara, standing beside his partner holding a drink. "Don't you think it's strange that two grown men still share a place together and throw each other surprise parties...? I'm telling you..., there's something FUNNY going on here!"
"You say that about everyone, Scotty!" said Hightower, dismissing his partner's accusations.
"That's cause everyone has something to hide!" said Macnamara. "Take detective Malik and that big muscled convict friend of his he's talking to over there in the corner..."
"What about them...?" asked Hightower, humoring his partner.
"...what do the two of them have in common...? One's an undercover cop, and the other's a former convict! How the hell are they friends...??!"
"Malik simply gained a trust and authority over Marvin while he was acting as an undercover corrections officer at Piedmont Penitentiary..." said captain McConnell, having overheard some of Macnamara's conversation. "...when Marvin Rollins decided to turn state's evidence against the warden Dennis Ellis, Malik helped get Marvin paroled, and has been mentoring him ever since! What's so unusual about that...?" inquired McConnell, sipping his beer.
"uh..., nothing, sir..., I just found it strange that everyone at this party is male! That's all!" reasoned Macnamara.
"90% of our department is male, detective..., which would most likely account for the lack of female participants! I would expect someone in your line of work to have noticed that by now...!" said McConnell, walking away.
"Yes sir!" said Macnamara, feeling suddenly foolish.
"I guess he told YOU!" snickered Hightower, mingling with the rest of the officers as Macnamara soaked in his own embarrassment.
MARVIN
Marvin stood mostly in the corner, conversing with only a handful of officers he felt comfortable enough to talk to. Being the only convict present, he felt like the odd man out, wondering why Malik felt compelled to bring him to an all cops gathering in the first place?
"Here you go..." said Malik, passing Marvin a huge slice of birthday cake. Marvin smiled when he looked down and saw the slice he got had been ironically one of the girls' licking the other's vagina. At least he'd be `getting a piece of pussy tonight' --he thought, finally enjoying yourself. "What's so funny...?" asked Malik, unaware of the joke.
"huh...? Oh, nothing...!" said Marvin, shaking his head. "Why'm I even here...?" he suddenly asked, taking his first bite of cake. "Nobody even gives a fuk that I'm here...!"
"I give a fuck!" said Malik, getting another smile from Marvin. "Besides..., I just thought you might feel a little more compelled to give McConnell's idea a little more thought if you got the chance to see the men you'd be working closely with in a different light!" added Malik, hopeful.
"I see em all inna enuff lite...!" frowned Marvin, not really caring for the police. "Cops ain't neva did nothin' for me but bust, harass, and throw my blk ass in jail! I ain't none too keen hangin' round em in no party settin...!" added the ex-convict, having reason to mistrust them.
"You trust ME, don't you...?" asked Malik, concerned.
"Yeah...!" answered Marvin, chomping down on another bite of cake.
"You trust McConnell, right...?"
"ehhh..., bout as much as I can trust a cop...!" said Marvin, honestly.
"You trust Jake, right...?" asked Malik, proving a point.
"He aiight..., for a white boi!" said Marvin.
"You trust Maleece, right...?"
"Who the hell's dat...?"
"My partner...! The birthday boy!" answered Malik, pointing towards Mal.
Marvin looked over at him, his eyes narrowing...
"I dunno..."
"What about Hightower and Macnamara...?" asked Malik, pointing out the next two men.
"Hell no!" answered Marvin. "Whas yur point...?"
"My point is..., we're the ones you'd probably be working the closest with...! If you can trust US..., you won't have to be working as a dishwasher anymore...! McConnell's still interested in hiring you for the job!"
`Yeah..., but does that job include blow jobs like the one he got at Delgados...?' --wondered Marvin to himself...(chap-12).
McCONNELL
52 year old police captain David McConnell kept an unusual distance from his lover Andrew Roberts for most of the night. He had a strange feeling that something wasn't right, and with the new information he had just learned about his son Elliott, he was quite sure what the problem was.
23 year old Andrew kept a wary eye on McConnell all night. He spoke to him (ever rode to the party in the same car together), but there was a definite distance between them. Andy didn't know if McConnell could feel it, but it was tearing the 23 year old up inside. He needed to tell his lover what happened between him and his son, as the guilt of cheating on a man as noble as McConnell was starting to eat at his soul.
"David..." he finally said once he'd gathered up enough nerve to speak about it. "...can I talk to you alone..., upstairs in private...?"
"Now's not a good time, Andrew..." said McConnell causally, sensing something and trying to act indifferent. "...can't this wait until we get home...?"
"I NEED to say it now..., or I might not ever say it at all...!" said Andrew, sitting down his drink as he headed for the stairs.
McConnell casually finished his drink as he watched Andy disappear upstairs, then discreetly followed. He made sure no one was paying attention as he ascended the stairs, finding Andrew waiting at the top of the steps. "Let's go in here...!" said Andy, opening the door to one of the spare rooms. After stepping inside, they closed the door gently, locking it from the inside. McConnell braced himself for bad news as Andy took a deep breath...
"Elliott and I had an affair!" he blurted quick and painfully, trying to spare McConnell any long drawn out explanations. "I'm sorry..., it just happened...! I didn't mean for it to..., we just..."
"I KNEW something was going on...!" said McConnell hurt, and heartbroken.
"There wasn't anything going on...!" defended Andy. "We didn't set out for this to happen..., it just happened...! It wasn't anyone's fault!"
"Don't try to take up for Elliott, Andy..., I KNOW what he did at Jeremiah and to his mother...!" argued McConnell. "He came here with the deliberate agenda to break us up! To come between us...!"
"That's not true...!" countered Andy. "It happened totally by accident...!"
"It may've been accidental on YOUR part, Andy..., but it wasn't accidental on his...!" said McConnell. "He set out to lure you..., and you fell for the bate!"
"You're just jealous...!" countered Andy, angrily.
"Jealous...??" laughed McConnell. "Over what...?!"
"That Elliott and I love each other!"
"Love...?!!" questioned McConnell, seriously.
"That's right! I could tell from the way we made love! He loves me! And I love him! And you're just jealous that we found each other!"
"This is crazy...!" said McConnell, heading to the door.
"I'm not going to stop seeing him...!" said Andy, causing McConnell to stop in his tracks. "I love him! I want to be with him!"
"Are you sure...?" asked McConnell, turning around to read Andy's face.
"Yeah..., I'm sure...!" answered Andy, confidently.
"Fine..." said the police captain, twisting the doorknob... "...I'll have your things packed tomorrow..., and send them to wherever you're staying...!" ...he added as he walked out the door, leaving Andy standing in shock.
JAKE
23 year old Jake Valentine ran around the house being the perfect host: filling liquor glasses, emptying ashtrays, carting off trash, cleaning spills and accidents, chatting with friends, and making sure the birthday boy was well attended. He was in the midst of catering to Maleece's needs when he noticed captain McConnell and Andy reaching for their coats...
"Is everything alright, Captain...?" he asked, rushing over to see if they needed anything?
"Jake..." said McConnell donning his coat, in a rush to go. "...it was a wonderful party..., but Andy and I have an emergency and need to get home as soon as possible!"
"Sorry to hear that..." said Jake honestly, noticing the couple's haste. "...if there's anything I can do...!" he added, sincerely. "Here..., let me walk you to your car...!" he offered.
As Jake walked the captain and his former lover out to their car, Jake's cell phone began to ring on the dining room table. Maleece looked up from talking with another fellow officer to see Jake disappear outside with the captain. Maleece decided to answer the phone himself...
"Hello...? Jake's phone...!" he said into the receiver, getting an immediate click in his ear.
Thinking it odd, Maleece looked down into the caller I.D. to see that the call had come from none other than Jake's patrol partner (Rodney Ellis). Why would he hang up in my ear after hearing I wasn't Jake...?' --wondered Maleece. With curiosity getting the better of him, he began to go though Jake's cell phone options, noticing a few unknown numbers. When he went into Jake's video phone, he discovered a video of Jake (with cum all over his face) fucking himself atop a black man's dick with his eyes closed. In the background he could hear men saying what a hoe he is' and `look at that ho go!'
Maleece watched in disbelief as he checked the date of the video to discover it had only been made recently. Angry, he threw the cell phone into what remained of his birthday cake, and began kicking his guest out.
"It's over...! The party's fucking over! Everyone out right now!" he ordered, his guests believing him drunk.
"But I ain't finished my beer yet...!" complained Macnamara, getting a cold look from the birthday boy.
"I don't give a fuck! EVERYBODY OUT NOW!!!" he yelled, ushering people towards the door.
"Damn Mal..., what's wrong...?!" asked Malik, concerned by his partner's sudden mood swing. Maleece motioned towards the birthday cake as Malik wandered over to see what the problem was. As soon as he entered the dining room he heard Jake's voice saying: "Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooohhh god yeeessss..., fuck me! Make me cum!"
Malik looked around the now empty room, listening for the voice(s). He walked over to the dining room table to find Jake's cell phone sunk into Maleece's birthday cake, the video of Jake riding some black man's big thick dark dick and shooting cum from his own bobbing untouched cock was evidence of Maleece's suddenly mood change.
"What's going on...?" asked Jake, coming back into the house after walking Andy and McConnell to their car. "Why's everybody leaving...?"
"YOU BITCH!!!" screamed Maleece, his face red with anger. "You lying stinking two timing BITCH!!!"
"Wha...what I do...??!" asked Jake, closing the door to keep from the whole neighborhood hearing their argument.
Maleece stormed back into the dining room and retrieved the cell phone from the cake. He walked it back into the living room where Jake (and Marvin) stood. Maleece held the phone (caked in icing) up to Jake's face, allowing him to hear and see the video.
Jake's eyes widened when he saw the video tape of him getting butt fucked. He remembered that day vividly, but had no idea someone had taped it. He shut the phone off and looked up into his lover's heated face. "Mal..., I...I can explain..." was all he got to say before Maleece sucker punched him directly in the face. Jake fell backwards from the impact, falling into furniture and breaking a wooden end table in the process.
"MAL...!!" yelled Malik, grabbing his partner from behind before Maleece could continue.
"Get the fuck off of me Malik...!" warned Maleece, struggling to break free.
"No!" defied Malik, holding him tightly. "Marvin..., help me!" he yelled, as Marvin came and simply stood between the two men.
Jake continued to lie on the ground, holding his sore eye as he looked up in disbelief.
"Get the fuck out!" yelled Maleece, struggling to break free from Maleece. "Get your shit and get the fuck out NOW! We're through!!"
"Maleece..., please...!" begged Jake, pleadingly.
"I think you'd betta git yur shYt and run, dawg!" advised Marvin, wisely.
Jake climbed to his feet, then slowly made his way upstairs to get some of his things.
"Let GO of me...!!" yelled Maleece, shoving Malik aside as he walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink.
"Damn..., that waz sum shyt...!" chuckled Marvin at the drama.
"I know...!" said Malik, concerned for his friends. He couldn't believe that Jake (of all people) would cheat on his lover. Jake had always seemed like the handsome jock boy next door type, the kind people wanted to marry their daughters, the ones put family before his own petty lusts.
Malik followed Maleece towards the liquor cabinet as he downed the first drink, then quickly followed it with a second stiff shot. "What're you going to do...?" he asked, keeping a close eye on his partner.
"I'm throwing that bastard out on his ass! That's what I'm gonna do!" answered Maleece angrily, pouring himself another drink.
"For now, I know..., I mean what're you going to do about your relationship in the long run...? Once you've had a minute to sit down and think about it...?" inquired Malik.
"What's to think about...??" asked Maleece, his eyes already reddening from the liquor and sheer anger. "You saw the fucking video...! What would YOU do...?!!"
Malik looked back at Marvin, having had their own issues...
"I'd want to know what possessed him to want to do something like that, and question him about it...!" answered Malik, honestly. "I wouldn't beat him up and throw him out of the house without an explanation!"
"You ain't me, Malik! Got that?! I keep telling your ass WE DIFFERENT! We don't think the same! I ain't no flaming faggot getting butt fucked by some big black muscled convict!" snapped Maleece, walking away.
Just then Jake came back downstairs crying and carrying a large suitcase.
"Yo Malik..." called Marvin, feeling uncomfortable around all the drama. "...we need to bounce up outta here...!"
"I..., I can't leave right now..." said Malik, shocking Marvin.
"What you supposed to do for HIM about this...?!" asked Marvin, believing the relationship a lost cause.
Malik stepped in closer so Maleece couldn't hear...
"I want to stay here and keep an eye on him..." he said, reading the annoyed look on Marvin's face. "...he's my partner..., he's hurting right now...!"
"This ain't non'a our business, Malik!" warned Marvin.
Malik reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys...
"Why don't YOU take Jake back to our place to stay with us for awhile until all of this blows over...?" suggested Malik, handing over the keys. "I'll stay here and make sure Maleece doesn't do anything stupid...!"
Marvin sighed angrily, not wanting to get involved in white people's business. He shrugged his shoulders as he shook his head, then motioned for Jake to go with him as he headed for the door. Malik turned towards his partner, who had abandoned pouring his drinks and was now drinking straight from the bottle like a wino...
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WEST PHILLY
Jake cried during most of the car ride home. He couldn't believe in a flash his whole life (as he knew it) was over. He needed a friend to talk about it to, but Marvin merely drowned out Jake's sobs by turning up the rap station he tuned to in Malik's car.
When they got to Malik's apartment, Marvin grabbed Jake a few sheets and a pillow, then showed him where he could sleep on the couch. Jake thanked Marvin for all he'd done before Marvin closed the bedroom door on him. "Shit..., white people...!" he sighed, thinking of all the drama that played out before him tonight. Marvin thought Malik was an idiot to get himself involved in their mess, the quickest way to lose friends was to pick sides in a fight. While Marvin knew and understood what drove Jake to fuck around with drug dealers (knowing Tempest's part in getting Jake hooked on Sextasy), it wasn't his place to snitch and tell. He simply stripped off his clothes for bed, figuring there was no need to sit up waiting for Malik if he wasn't getting any ass tonight. Without giving Jake a second thought, Marvin shut off the lights and climbed into bed alone.
Jake sat on the sofa, his head in his hands as he regretted everything that happened in his life since becoming a police officer. His life had been ruined from the moment he put on his police uniform and partnered up with Bruce Gardner (aka The Terminator [chap-2 of the original Precinct Twenty Three]). From being fucked over by his first partner and his friends, to getting gang banged and drugged up by Tempest Williams and his hood boiz, to getting blackmailed into sexual service by Smooch and K-lo, Jake began to wonder what his real contribution to society was when he wore his uniform? Surely it seemed to be used and abused by everyone he came in contact with!
Jake cried himself to sleep several times that night, awaking in the wee hours of the morning only when he felt the overwhelming need for sex. He climbed from couch, slowly making his way over towards Malik's bedroom door. He quietly crept it open, hearing the heavy breathing of Marvin Rollins inside. Swallowing his pride, he stepped into the darkened bedroom and began shedding his underwear. He walked over to the bed, then pulled back Marvin's covers to reveal his nakedness. He reached down and began fondling the sleeping man's soft (but ample) dick and balls, molesting them as he slept. When the urge for sex became too strong, Jake leaned forward and buried his face between Marvin's legs, sniffing, licking, and sucking his fat balls sac.
Marvin continued to sleep as Jake slobbered all over his newly shaved balls, bathing the deep dark orbs in warm spit as he licked his tongue all over them like a paint brush. He felt Marvin's dick begin to rise in his soft stroking hand, making it harden and lengthen as he licked his way up and down the thick underbelly. Marvin stirred when his dick became fully erect, feeling the wet warmth of a mouth envelope him as the young officer began bobbing his head, giving into lust.
Marvin moaned softly, enjoying the sensations washing over his manhood. He didn't have to be fully awake to know it wasn't Malik's mouth on his dick. He knew Jake (feeling sorry for himself) couldn't resist sneaking into his bedroom for a quickie. After all, they were no strangers in the sack (see The HOLE for details). He didn't say anything (believing he was helping Jake as much as himself) as he lay in bed in silence, feeling the officer plunge his mouth midway down the length of his shaft.
Forgetting about his boyfriend (if only for the moment), Jake stretched his thin pink lips around the dark hard shaft of his friend's lover, trying to get the fat bulbous head to fit into his throat. He tried valiantly as he pumped his head back and forth, forcing it inch by thick fat inch to squeeze down into his gullet before backing away in temporary defeat. Jake generated more spit, fisting Marvin's swollen shaft as he twisted his head around upside down and glided his mouth along the thick column, determined to do a better job of swallowing it.
Marvin felt his dick straining to gain throat access as Jake stuffed and sucked, trying to force his throat to relax. He whored himself on the black morsel before him, unable to get enough of a good thing as he slowly but surely inched his nose down closer into Marvin's knotty pubic bush. "Shit whiteboi..., you really NEED this shyt, eh...?" moaned Marvin, switching on the nightlight to watch Jake's throat bulge obscenely to house the fat mass of his black manhood.
Jake blinked back the brightness of the light as he forced his head down further. Marvin reached down and ran his hand through the white man's hair, tightening his grip around the back of Jake's neck as he helped force the rest of his dick into the cop's ballooned throat. Jake felt his eyes pop as the unpleasant stress caused veins to pop out along his neck and forehead, his face turned a crimson red from a lack of sufficient oxygen. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he couldn't even blink as his body froze into place from the chest up. All he could do was lay there impelled, the big fat black dick acting as his lifeline.
Marvin finally released his hold on Jake's neck, allowing him to back off and breathe. The big black dick shone with the slimy slickness of Jake's throat spit, coating the entire shaft from tip to base. Jake gulped down some much needed air before attacking the dick again, ramming his mouth down over the head to feel the shaft bury itself once again in his chest cavity. Marvin reached down again, grabbing the back of Jake's head as he began forcing him to bob up and down. Jake gave up control, allowing Marvin to dictate the pace as he fucked his mouth.
Marvin watched his dick appear and disappear in and out of Jake's throat, the big black hard shaft ballooning Jake's neck like a bullfrog. Jake groaned in sluttish delight as the ex-convict took control, using his boss muscles to guide his head as he effectively fucked all 10 rock solid inches of his dark brown alpha meat straight down the officer's warm flexing esophagus.
"uurrkkkgg...uurrkkkgg...uurrkkkgg...uurrkkkgg...uurrkkkgg...!!" gurgled Jake with every downward plunge. Thick gobs of creamy spit started to escape the sides of his stretched lips, coating Marvin's horse dick, slicking the swollen shaft as snot and tears began to streak Jake's abused face. Marvin fucked Jake's throat for about 10 minutes, giving the neck muscles a real workout with intermittent breaks in-between for breath. When Jake looked like he was near ready to pass out from lack of oxygen, Marvin would merely pull him up off his dick and shove his face down into his balls. Jake would slobber all over the fat cum makers, worshipping the heavy sac with loving grace. When Jake looked as if he had recovered (somewhat), Marvin would shove him facedown on his dick, impaling him to the root.
After a mild face fucking, Marvin turned his attentions to Jake's ass, squeezing and slapping the white globes (leaving bright red handprints on the pale cheeks) and digging into the abused anus with his fingers. Marvin recalled vividly how hot Jake looked getting gang banged in Tempest's hideout, his pink/white body in deep contrast to all the black bodies surrounding him, all taking turns in him. With the memories of Jake's demise fresh in his thoughts, Marvin pushed Jake down (facing away) until his pale white ass lay poised over his stiff standing hardon. He spit into his hand and massaged the saliva all over the head and shaft of his crowbar. Aiming it up to the panting hole, he pulled Jake back down on his pole, penetrating his anal ring and forcing him to sink all the way down on the thick shaft.
"oh my god...!" moaned Jake, rolling his eyes up in his head as he ground his ass down in Marvin's pubes, churning that big bull meat around in his gut.
Marvin grabbed Jake's waist, grinding his pelvic bone into his backside, burying his boner all up in Jake's cabbage patch. He loved feeling the asshole convulse and contract around him, massaging his hard shaft as it sucked him up into Jake's body. Marvin pushed Jake upward, indicating it was time to fuck. Jake rose his ass up from Marvin's groin, allowing the black dick to slide from his sweet sucking hole. With only the head firmly planted, Marvin pulled back on Jake's hips to bring him back down into his lap, causing the dick to squeeze back through his warm bunghole.
Dictating the pace, Marvin began guiding Jake up and down on his dick, making him fuck himself with long slow strokes. Marvin had a great view of Jake's asshole swallowing up his dark meat, the taut ring stretched to capacity as he sucked up and down the full length of his fat baby maker, the slimy inner ring acting as a condom as he slipped up and down his shaft, receding back into Jake's hole only on the descent.
"Turn around...!" ordered Marvin, wanting to see Jake's face while they fucked.
Jake sat all the way back down on the dick, then quickly spun around with Marvin's hardon still planted inside him. Marvin loved feeling the white boy spun on his dick, the asshole acting like a bottle cap. Once face to face, Jake resumed fucking himself atop the former drug dealer, taking his entire dick once again from tip to base as he leaned in over Marvin's prone torso and began pounding his ass down into his groin.
Marvin knew Jake was going through some serious shit mentally, that he wanted to forget his troubles under the guise of heavy sex. But what Marvin didn't know (until he finally got Jake face to face up close) was that Jake had gotten high in their apartment, taking Sextasy to help forget his troubles. Marvin grabbed Jake by the sides of his face, then stared up deep into the cop's eyes. Sure enough he could tell that Jake was high, stoned out of his gorge though dilated pupils as he fucked himself on black dick.
"Shyt man, you just don't kno when to fuck'n quit, do you...?!" asked the drug dealer, believing Jake trying to destroy himself. "This the shyt that got yur ass in trouble inna first place...!"
Jake said nothing in his defense, indeed he couldn't, as all he was currently aware of was the immense pleasures flowing through his anus. Marvin hunched his shoulders ay Jake's stupidity, deciding if he wanted to kill himself, let him, so long as he was willing to have his ass pounded in the process.
Marvin used Jake's head as an anchor, using it to shove the officer back down on his up thrusting dick with brute force. Each inward jab of his long thick pole caused Jake to grunt out loud in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The handsome officer never imagined himself in this state, it was amazing how much had changed in 2 years since his time in the Academy. How would his family ever react if they knew what a slut for cock he'd become?
Jake pushed all thoughts of family and love from his mind, wanting (no, NEEDING) Marvin to take him away from the hassles of daily life. He didn't want to think about Maleece, or his parents, or McConnell, or being a police officer. All he wanted was to be used like the slut he was taught to be. With his eyes closed he continued whoring himself atop the former dealer's ramrod, beating his own insides to a pulp by slamming his ass down in Marvin's pubes with growing force. Marvin rammed his hips upward with every descent Jake made, meeting him halfway as he punched his male prod balls deep in the cop's battered buttock.
Marvin was lying back in bed, his head relaxed in the pillows as he enjoyed the cop's ass riding his swollen pole when he suddenly felt the unexpected splatter of Jake's baby batter against his torso. Marvin looked down to catch sight of Jake's hard 7" uncut cock erupting a fresh batch of white cop cream all over his well defined chest and stomach.
Jake panted breathlessly as he cock spew cum all over Marvin, not even aware that he dick and balls (rubbing back and forth against Marvin's abs) had erupted. Marvin watched in amazement as Jake continued fucking himself, never missing a single stroke as his flexing anus sucked at his hard pud.
"Shyt..." cursed Marvin, rolling Jake over onto his back as he took the top position between the cop's spread legs. Jake never opened his eyes as Marvin resumed fucking, leaning over the officer's prone body as he began pounding into him with sheer force.
Even in his foggy state Jake knew he was getting a good fuck as he spread his legs wider, and accepted the hung log slamming between his cheeks. Marvin hammered his way through Jake's ass, punching through his battered backside with a force he never muscled before. Half of him wanted to punish Jake for being a washout, while another part of him just wanted to see how hard he could fuck and get away with it. With the final 5 thrusts into Jake's ass, he noticed a crimson cream on his dick as he slammed in one final time and came.
"AAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed, shooting hot thick cum straight up into Jake's torn ass. "YEAH...! TAKE THAT SHYT BITCH! TAKE IT! AARRHHHHHHH FUCK YEAHHHHHHH...!"
Jake accepted the cum injections as Marvin's dick throbbed in his bowels. He couldn't resist reaching down to stroke himself, shooting off another orgasm within seconds. Marvin laughed out loud at Jake's horniness, knowing he wouldn't be getting a hellova lot of sleep tonight!
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