THE PRECINCT II pt-26 Title: UNEXPECTED PROGNOSIS
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MANAYUNK
The heavy base of loud rap music could be heard blasting through the neighborhood long before the car carrying 21 years olds Elliott McConnell and his friend Raheim Johnson was in sight. The music was in strong contrast to the pleasant peaceful surroundings of the mostly suburban background. Raheim pulled his car into a parking space just outside McConnell's condo, cutting the engine before the boys went inside to play video games on Elliott's Playstation.
"Dad, you home...?" called Elliott, bursting through the door of his father's apartment. He looked around the spacious bachelor's pad for any signs of occupancy, but found no signs of his dad as he showed Raheim into his room.
"I don't think my dad's home..." he said, turning on the television with the remote.
"Good...!" said Raheim with a wicked grin. Elliott barely had the chance to react when he felt Raheim grab him about the waist and force him onto the bed. "If your dad's not here..., we can get one IN real quick...!" he suggested, pulling Elliott's pants down without bothering to unbuckle his belt. Elliott felt Raheim pushing him over into bending position as he worked to free his own hardon. He slapped it up against Elliott's light colored ass cheeks, beating the bright yellow buns like a drum. Elliott spit onto his fingers, then slid them up between his cheeks to moisten his hole for the penetration he knew was coming.
Raheim spit in his own hand and massaged the natural lubricant onto the head of his dick before sliding it up into Elliott's ass crack. He pushed his hips forward several times trying blindly to find the hole. When he finally made contact, he began prying the tight anus open as he nudged the head inside.
"UUHHH...!" grunted Elliott, feeling his hole stretch open to accommodate his buddy's width. Raheim grabbed Elliott's waist then drove his own hips forward as he buried his dick in one plunge. "SHIT...!" shouted Elliott, trying to pull away as the dick quickly lodged itself in his bowels.
"Where you going...?" asked Raheim, following Elliott forward as they both fell down face first onto Elliott's mattress. Raheim quickly wrapped one arm about Elliott's throat, holding him in a headlock as he ground his pelvis into his ass, churning his dick around in his gut. "Where the fuck you THINK you're going...?! You ain't going nowhere! Not til I give you this nutt!"
"Oh god...!" groaned Elliott, feeling Raheim start fucking.
Raheim began pulling back and slamming forward with his hips, pumping straight through Elliott's vulnerable backside. With his pants and underwear down around his ankles (along with his sneakers), Elliott found it difficult to maneuver as he lay there taking his buddy's thrusts, feeling him ram his 9inch power tool straight through into his convulsing bowels.
Raheim loved how tight Elliott's asshole felt around his dick, ever since finding out his homeboy was bisexual (last chap), his sex life had spiked 50 percent. Not that he had a hard time finding females for sex, it was just tiresome sometimes going through the motions of dating and romancing them when all he really wanted was to get his rocks off. Fucking Elliott killed two birds with one stone, it got Raheim the sex he wanted, and it got Elliott the dick he craved so badly.
Elliott took a few moments to get used to the feeling of Raheim's dick thrusting through his ass. Without the proper lubricant, the friction was quite rough. But when Raheim pulled out and added more slick spit to the anal opening, the second entry was much easier, enabling Elliott to take it better.
Raheim lay on Elliott's back while he fucked, laying his weight on top of him as he continued to hump into his ass. On instinct he reached under Elliott's torso, feeling under his t-shirt for his chest. Usually there were a nice healthy pair of dangling tits for him to play with when he fucked his girlfriends, but all Elliott had were nipples. Raheim pinched the small hard rivets while he fucked, causing Elliott to groan lustfully. Elliott arched his back, elevating his ass for deeper penetration as Raheim lay his head beside his friend's. Raheim took full advantage of the move, slamming hard into Elliott's hot ass. He loved hearing Elliott moan and groan after every thrust, taking the punishment he administered like a man.
Elliott felt Raheim's weight on his back, holding him down as he fucked him. He loved being on the bottom of men, feeling them use his body for their own pleasures. Having one of his best friends fuck him was like a dream come true. Elliott had always been attracted to some of his friends, but had always been too afraid to let them know, for fear that they might reject him. But Raheim (and Quintell) seemed to be alright with his sexuality (so long as they got something out of it). Elliott didn't mind putting out for his friends, after all, that's what friends were for...!
"aww fuck man..., I can't believe how tight your fuckin' hole is...!" said Raheim, loving the way Elliott's hole squeezed his slick shaft. "You want this nutt in that ass, don't you man...?"
"Yes..." moaned Elliott, losing all sense of self under his friend's friendly assault. Raheim fucked harder, driving his hips at top speed, slapping his pelvis into his friend's upturned buttock with increasing force. Elliott grunted aloud, feeling his buddy's dick slam full length inside him with every thrust.
"Tell me, boi..., tell me what you want...!" insisted Raheim, wanting to hear his friend beg for it.
"I want your cum...!" gasped Elliott, giving Raheim what he wanted.
"Where do you want that shit at man...? Tell me!" ordered Raheim, never missing a stroke.
"Oh fuck, man...! I want it IN me...!" groaned Elliott. "I want you to cum INside me!"
"In your what...?" asked Raheim, feeling his balls beginning to knot.
"In my ass...!" said Elliott, breathlessly.
"Where...?" asked Raheim, pulling his dick completely from Elliott's asshole.
Elliott felt the immediate withdrawal from his ass, his buttock feeling completely void as he looked back over his shoulder concerned.
"What...? What I say...?" he asked, wondering why Raheim stopped fucking him?
"Where do you want my nutt...?" asked the 21 year old, looking Elliott in the eye.
"In my a..." said Elliott, catching his mistake. "...in my pussy...?" he corrected, getting a smile from his friend.
"That's right!" said Raheim, shoving his dick back in (balls deep), as he resumed fucking. "Now..., where do you want this nutt at, boi...?" he asked, ramming his hips back and forth as he picked the pace up where he left off.
"In my PUSSY!" said Elliott again aloud, giving into lust as his butt was fucked hard and rough by his straight top friend. "Ooooh fuck man..., you're fucking my pussy! I love the way you fuck me man! Shoot your cum in my pussy!"
"You got it baby...!" assured Raheim, doubling his efforts as he drove himself deeper and faster. Elliott gripped the edges of the bed for support, his body jerking violently back and forth after each thrust. He could feel Raheim getting rougher with him, fucking him twice as hard as he would any woman, making his asshole suffer for the load it so desperately wanted, --and Elliott loved every minute of it.
"Oh fuck, I'm close...!" moaned Raheim, rising up on his arms to get better leverage. Elliott arched his back into a bow, elevating his ass for deeper pounding. Through grit teeth he took his friend's assault, taking the beating like a man as Raheim suddenly shoved all the way in, holding his throbbing manhood balls deep as it started to explode a huge deluge of hot scolding cum deep inside his best friend's accepting ass.
"AARRRR FUCK...!" screamed Raheim, feeling his nuts turn inside out as the cum fired rapid rounds of copious cum bullets straight into Elliott's bowels. Elliott could feel the big dick pulsating and jerking wildly inside him, pumping him full of fresh thick semen as Raheim lay back down on top of him, allowing his dick to finish draining.
Elliott could feel Raheim's heart beating against his back as he panted breathlessly in his ear. Elliott own dick lay throbbing against the mattress beneath him, silently pulsing out its own load against the sheets as the news played on TV in the background..., "Another body was found HERE at a bridge underpass in South Philly!" said the reporter live on the scene, catching Elliott's attention. "The victim..., --23 year old Andrew Roberts was a rookie officer on the police force for just over a year! This is the second body found in what the police are reluctant to call a serial killing! Sources say they are running references through the police database to see if there are any similar killings in any of the neighboring counties! Until then..., this is just being treated as an isolated incident! I'm Chad Bradley for Action News!" Elliott lay in shock at the thought of Andy dead. He rolled Raheim off his back as he sat up in bed to think clearly. He had barely got his mind wrapped around the idea of Andy's death when another breaking news story cut into the broadcast. "I'm standing here in Valley Point, just 12 miles from Piedmont Penitentiary in Valley Forge Pennsylvania where Tempest Williams, a notorious drug lord was who was supposed to be expedited back to prison after a daring escape last year, is believed to have made another successful escape after the police transport vehicle carrying him was found with one officer shot, and another officer missing! The shot officer is currently being flown to University Hospital in critical condition! There is no word yet on the whereabouts of the other officer, nor of Tempest Williams who is believed to be holding the missing office hostage!" Elliott saw footage of his father in the background, investigating the crime scene with forensic officers as the news camera zoomed in close. Elliott could see the worry on his dad's face, knowing heads would roll after this latest debacle.
"Hey..., ain't that your dad on TV...?" asked Raheim.
"Yeah..." said Elliott, feeling bad for his dad, as well as for Andy.
"This's a LIVE broadcast, right...?" asked Raheim, looking over Elliott's shoulder.
"Yeah..." said Elliott, more in-tuned to the news than his friend.
"Good..." said Raheim, pushing Elliott back over onto his stomach as he quickly climbed on top. "...that means he won't be home no time soon..., we can get another one IN real quick!" Elliott said nothing in protest as Raheim shoved his semi-hard dick back into his hole and resumed fucking. With Elliott's ass now housing a fresh load of his sperm, fucking him was much easier. Elliott welcomed the distraction, needing a diversion...
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WEST PHILLY
The black limousine pulled up in front of the duel home Whinny Graham (otherwise known as Pooh) had converted into one large luxurious single home. Inside the house (which was plush with expensive modern day furniture as well as a King's throne in the living room) Pooh was upstairs up in the privacy of his bedroom, lying back naked on his large king sized bed with his newlywed wife (Divine) riding his thick fat rigid dick.
Successfully stretched from nightly sessions, Divine pressed her manicured hands against her husband's large round hairy stomach for support as she bounced up and down on his immense dick, feeling the oversized shaft spread her manmade vagina wider than anything she's had inside it since her transsexual surgery.
"awww damn that puzy's tite...!" moaned Pooh, smiling with a big grin as he watched his wife's perfectly rock hard tits bounce in unison before him. He couldn't resist reaching up to squeeze, grope, and caress them periodically, rubbing his hands all over her shapely body as she rode him like a cowgirl. After nearly 20 minutes of pussy fucking, Divine pulled up off her husband's most prized possession, then eased her asshole down onto it, giving her sore vagina a break. "You kno I prefer to buss in that puzy...!" he said, not very fond of anal sex.
"I know big daddy..." said Divine, seductively. "...it just needs a break...! You know I get more feeling from my OTHER vagina!"
"But that's the one the doctor's never changed..." argued Pooh, as Divine slid her ass all the way down on him in one stroke. "...it's the only real part of you that's still male!"
"Honey..., my asshole was the first thing that I identified with as female!" argued Divine, grounding her ass in Pooh's groin. "Once I started getting that pounded, I knew becoming a woman was in the cards for me!"
To emphasize her point, Divine began lifting and lowering her ass on her husband's big dick, fucking herself at twice the pace she did with her vagina. Pooh could feel the difference in the grip and texture, with Divine's asshole being more accomplished than her newly made vagina. Divine leaned backwards, stretching her arms out behind herself for support as she hammered her own butt up and down on Pooh's gigantic dick. Pooh's ramrod thickened harder, the huge shaft being sucked with a friction it rarely received for normal women. He gripped his wife's legs, squeezing her outer thighs as she bounced harder. The bed rocked with the force of a boat, the headboard hitting against the wall with a prominent rhythmic bang. Pooh reached up between his wife's legs, then began toying with her private parts. He rubbed his thumb against the clit, then dripped it into the well lubed hole, the fat digit plugging her socket like a the little Dutch boy. At that very moment Divine felt her husband's dick expand, then felt it burst with life in her anal gut.
"ARRRHH...! AARRRHHHHHHHGG...!!" he yelled, firing in her ass with a series of explosive spurts which coated her anal canal in thick rich gooey sperm.
Divine slowed her bounce to a stop after her husband's climax, sitting all the way down on it as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.
"You were saying...?" she asked, knowing her bo'gina would get the job done.
Just as Pooh was about to give his wife props, his cell phone started to ring. He reached over onto the nightstand beside the bed as Divine rolled off of him and onto her back.
"Wussup...?" asked the big guy, fully satisfied as he relaxed back against the bed. Divine was just beginning to settle into her side of the bed (enjoying the huge load her husband implanted inside her) when Pooh suddenly jumped up. "WHAT...??! I'll be rite there...!" he barked, getting out of bed.
"What's wrong...?" asked Divine, concerned.
"Tempest broke out of jail, --again...!" said Pooh, throwing on his sweat suit. Divine's mouth dropped open in shock. "He's outside waiting for us in his limo!"
"Outside...? Here...??" asked Divine, jumping up to get dressed as well. "How the hell did this happen...?"
"Dunn paid a half a mill to some dumb ass cop to bust him free!" explained Pooh, stuffing his thick heavy legs through the pants as he tucked his thick heavy dick in the pocket.
"A half mill...?" questioned Divine, throwing on her own grab. "Where he get that kinda money...?"
"That's what I wanna kno!" said Pooh, heading out the bedroom door.
From the limo, one could see the front door to the house swing open as Pooh's huge frame filled the doorway. He flew down the front steps, practically running towards the limousine with his wife Divine taking up the rear. He reached for the door handle, pulling it open and peering his head inside, only to find Tempest Williams holding a white man down across the black leather chair, ramming his big stiff dick in and out of his (obviously virgin) asshole.
The man moaned and groaned in severe pain, naked from the waist down and bleeding from the head where he was clearly struck and beaten. Brian Dunn (Tempest's assistant) sat on the opposite side of the limo, holding a gun on the white guy while Tempest tore a him a new asshole.
"What tha hell...?!" said Pooh in surprise, staring at the spectacle. "Who the hell is that...?!"
"The cop who thought he was going to get Tempest's money!" said Dunn, holding detective Macnamara's gun in one hand, and the briefcase full of cash in the other.
"Get yur ass in here and get some of this cop ass!" suggested Tempest, ramming his entire dick back and forth with deep long strokes. Pooh hesitated as Divine peaked into the limo over his shoulder. She could hear the painful cries coming from the helpless white man as his body was fucked without his permission. She had no doubt that the officer would never see the sunrise tomorrow, once Tempest and his goons had had their way with him.
"I don't want you to go in there..." whispered Divine, pulling at her husband's ox like arm.
"Chill out, babee..." assured Pooh, standing upright. "...I ain't fuck'n that white bitch! Go back in the house, see what you can find out on tha news!" he insisted, sending his wife on a mission as he climbed into the backseat and pulled the door closed.
He assessed the situation by scanning the limo. From what he could guess, Macnamara must had gotten too wrapped up in the money to pay close attention to what Tempest and Dunn where doing. As soon as his attention was split (counting cash), Dunn must have jumped him, helped by Tempest who (though handcuffed and shackled) threw his body into the mix as they forced the gun from his hand. Once Dunn had possession of the gun, he forced Macnamara to unlock the shackles. Tempest took over from there, most likely beating the man unconscious until his asshole was free and vulnerable for the taking.
Pooh watched as Tempest held the officer facedown, lifted over top him in pushup position as he slammed his hips into his cop ass with merciless thrusts. Whenever Macnamara got too loud with the moans (hoping some passerby would hear and call the authorities...), Tempest would simply punch him in the back of the head, shutting him up.
Macnamara realized his partner's words were coming true, `you're never going to see that money..., Tempest will find a way to fuck you over!' (literally). Macnamara thought he was probably getting what he deserved, having shot his own partner and leaving him for dead. So THIS was how his 19 year career ended, with him being named a trader and a cop killer?
"Thought you had me by the balls, eh bitch...?" asked Tempest, ramming his hips faster. "Who got their balls inna sling now, eh? Who got the dick up their ass now, eh bitch?!" asked the drug lord, slamming his pubic bone home. "I ain't cummed in DAYS either..." he added as an afterthought. "...when I cum in yur pussy, its gonna be a BIG one!"
Dunn frowned in disappointment, knowing he'd be losing Tempest's first nut to Macnamara. Just the thought alone made him want to shoot the cop.
Tempest slapped his pelvis into Mac's ass with growing intensity, having fucked the fallen officer for the past 30 minutes straights. Macnamara's ass was very tight, completely virgin. Tempest enjoyed the pain he was causing the officer, knowing he was the first man to take his man's ass, to lay waste to his unexplored terrain. He grabbed the back of Mac's hair and pulled his head upright to see his pained facial expression. Pooh could see a couple of teeth missing where he had most likely been pistol wiped as well. Macnamara's eyes fluttered open as he noticed Pooh sitting before him. He silently begged for help between wails, pleading for the drug dealer to get Tempest off his back, to spare him the indignity of being Tempest's butt buddy. But Pooh simply sat there watching his demise, saying that the cop had made his own bed... "Ain't nobody gonna help yur dumb ass, motherfucker!" snarled Tempest in Mac's ear, picking up the pace as he fucked even harder. "Yur MINE for as long as I got cum in my balls! So you'd better pray that I stay horny, cause as long as I'm horny, yur ass's alive!"
"P...pl...please..." begged Mac, feeling the long hard black curved dick bore straight through his sore rectum with repeated vigor. "...please..., let me go...! I...I have a wife...a family...!"
"You mean some bitch was dumb enough to marry yur punk ass...?!" asked Tempest, pulling Mac's hair harder as he fucked. Macnamara screamed out in double pain as his head was pulled backwards by the roots while his virgin ass was rammed raw. "Maybe we oughta go pay HER a visit too..., see if SHE wants some of this big black dick in her ass as well...?"
Macnamara groaned in despair, knowing his pleas had fallen on deaf ears. He could feel Tempest getting even rougher with him, hammering through his ass at top speed, pounding through his fighting sphincter. But just when Macnamara thought he couldn't take any more pain, he felt Tempest's teeth biting into his neck like a dog. Macnamara howled with a new pain as Tempest's teeth sank into the skin, breaking through the surface and drawing blood. At that very moment Tempest rammed his dick all the way into the officer's ass balls deep, shooting a torrent of hot cum directly into Macnamara's sore hole just as the taste of blood filled his mouth.
"Oh god...! Oh god...! Oh god...!" panted the detective, feeling his legs shake uncontrollably as the dick inside him made his innards became sloppy with sperm. He could actually feel Tempest suctioning his neck, sucking the blood straight out of him like a vampire while filling him with cum.
Tempest threw his head back during climax, roaring triumphantly as he came, his teeth tainted red with blood as it trickled down the corners of his lips like red drool.
"That's new..." said Pooh, thinking Tempest had gone to a new level of crazy.
Brian Dunn looked on in jealous envy, as the police detective was rewarded (unjustifiably) with Tempest's first load since his escape. They both watched as the drug lord emptied his balls in the detective's ass, squirming a top him as his dick continued to spray its copious juice in his sore and battered entrails.
After several long minutes of intense climax, Tempest relaxed his hold on Macnamra's hair. The detective bowed his head in defeated shame as the dick continued to throb inside him. Tempest gathered his strength, then pulled his spent prick from the officer's sore depths. His assistant Brian Dunn was there with a towel, cleaning up the mess on his dick as Tempest relaxed back in his seat for a breather. "Yur turn...!" he offered to his partner Pooh. "Get yurself some of that ass before we pop this mofo...!"
Pooh looked down at the white detective (naked from the waist down), bleeding from the neck and his asshole...
"I'm koo...!" he said, turning it down. Tempest's eyes narrowed...
"That wasn't meant to be an option...!" said Tempest, not liking Pooh's decline.
"Fuk'n men is YUR thing, not mine!" argued Pooh, standing ground. "And I ain't about to pop no cop!"
"I thought we were partners...?" said Tempest, reading Pooh's facial expressions.
"That's don't mean we kill cops together...!" said Pooh.
"Then WHAT does it mean...?" asked Tempest. "Partner's to me mean we got each other's backs...! We supposed to support each other no matter what! Through thick and thin! But my boi here's been tellin' me how you and Peaches've been makin plans to revamp MY organization behind my back..., trynna to take over everything I made possible...!"
Pooh looked down at Dunn (if looks could kill), then back up at Tempest...
"You were gone..., we hadda make sum decisions on where we wannit tha buzniz to go...!" explained Pooh.
"So you were gonna just let me rot in jail, while yall divvied up my shit...?" asked Tempest.
"Ride comes to an end fo e'rybody at sum point, Temp..." reasoned Pooh, not denying his actions. "...but yur shyt would've still been here when and IF ya got back!"
"Well..., thanx to MY MAN Dunn here..." said Tempest, petting Dunn about the head like a pet. "...I'm back NOW! And all them changes you and that BITCH was about to make..., you can shove em up that big fat ass you draggin' behind you! Cause I ain't changin' shit...! Except partners...!"
"What's THAT supposed to mean...?" asked Pooh, getting the since that he was fired.
"From this moment on..., --you fat ugly fuck..., our partnership is terminated!" declared Tempest, taking back control. "Now get yur big ass outta MY limo!"
"Ain't gonna be that easy to dissolve, Temp..." protested Pooh, reluctant to get out without resolving. "...I put too much time and effort into Sextasy to juss walk away empty handed...!" Tempest grabbed Macnamara's gun from Dunn...
"You walk away now..., or get yur big ass carried away...!" threatened Tempest, holding the gun on the big guy. If Pooh was scared, it never showed on his poker face as he eyeballed Tempest and the gun, then slowly backed out of the limousine.
"Please..., don't leave me...!" begged Macnamara on the floor as Pooh slammed the door shut in his face.
"Drive!" ordered Tempest as the limo took off down the street, destination unknown.
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UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
Detective Nicolas Hightower was taken from immediate surgery, to the intensive care unit where his friends and family from the police force awaited his recovery. Doctors gave Hightower a 85% chance of full recovery, having completely removed the bullet which missed his heart by less than an inch.
No one was happier for Hightower's prognosis more than police captain David McConnell, who had already saw too many of his officers gunned down while on duty. He was there, standing by Hightower's bedside when he opened his eyes, giving the first clear indication that he would be alright.
The room and hallway (which were packed with concerned officers) went up in cheers as soon as word went out that he was awake. McConnell grabbed his hand, squeezing it for support as Hightower tried to clear his throat to speak.
"Do worry about talking right now..." said McConnell, more concerned about his health than making a statement. "...just relax and let your body heal until the doctors come back in...! We're doing all we can to find Tempest and detective Macnamara..., we'll find your partner alive and safe, I promise you that!"
Hightower tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry. When he opened his mouth to speak, he could only whisper... "Mac..." he said with tremendous strain to his wounds.
"Yes..., Macnamara..." said McConnell. "...we haven't found him yet...! We believe Tempest may be using him as a hostage after he shot you...!"
"No..." struggled Hightower, fighting back a choking cough. "...was'n Tem...pest who shot me..." he whispered, as McConnell came in closer to listen. "...was...Mac...!"
"Mac...?" asked McConnell, not sure he heard correctly. "Macnamara shot you...? Are you SURE...??"
"Yes...!" said Hightower, taking a deep breath before passing back out.
McConnell stood up in shock at the thought of another of his trusted officers becoming corrupt. He stared up at the television which was playing the news in Hightower's room. He saw a reporter talking to the family of Andy Roberts, interviewing his mother and father while they were still mourning at their home in West Philly. McConnell walked over and turned the volume up...
"...Andy was always a good boy..., we don't understand why someone would do such a thing like this to our son..." said the mother, obviously grief stricken. McConnell wondered why he didn't think to remove them from their home..., knowing reporters might hound them for a cover story?
"Do you know where officer Roberts was living at the time of his death...? Was he seeing anyone in particular...?" asked the reporter.
"We haven't seen our son in a year...!" said the father, with his arm around his wife's shoulders protectively. "He moved out shortly before becoming an officer..., and moved in with someone he was seeing, but would never tell us who she was...!"
"So you never met the person your own son was dating...?" asked the reporter.
"No...!" said the mother. "He stopped going to church...! He stopped coming around as much...! He would only visit briefly from time to time..., and he was very secretive about his private life! Whenever we invited him to bring his girlfriend by for dinner or the holidays, he would decline without explanation...! Whoever this person or people he was living with, took total control over his life!"
"Do you think these people might be the ones behind your son's death...?" asked the reporter, as the camera man zoomed in closer for the dramatic answer...
McConnell could see the question replaying in Andy's mother's mind as she seriously thought about that possibility for the first time.
"My god..., I sure hope not..." she said to the reporter. "...to think he might have been living with someone who could do those terrible things to him..." unable to finish her statement, she broke down in heavy sobs as her husband turned them away from the cameras...
"No more questions, please...!" he said, taking his wife back into their modest home. "Just find our son's killer!"
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WYNNFIELD
After much argument with his parents (his protective mother in particular) 29 year old Marvin Rollins decided to go home with his roommate/lover, 27 year old police detective Malik Jones after being released from the hospital.
Malik helped Marvin out of the car, allowing him to lean on his smaller shoulders like a crutch as they mounted the steps to their apartment on the second floor. Marvin slowly made his way over to the sofa where he took a seat, lying back on the throw pillows as Malik helped make him more comfortable.
"I have to get back to work..." he said after getting Marvin the cable remote and a 6pak. "...anything else I can do before I go...?"
"You could work on this for me...!" said Marvin, grabbing his crotch.
"I don't have much time..." said Malik reluctantly, as Marvin playfully pulled him closer.
"After I nearly died...?" asked Marvin, throwing the sympathy card and making Malik feel bad. Malik still felt responsible for Marvin's injuries since he was the one that got him onto the case as an advisor. He got down onto his knees beside the sofa, then began undoing his lover's pants.
Marvin made himself more comfortable as he removed the pillows from behind his back to lay his head on the arm rest. Malik opened his pants, then freed his fattening hardon. Malik stared down at the rising dick growing before his eyes, then leaned forward and began licking the head and shaft.
"Yeah..., that feels good..." encouraged Marvin, watching Malik's mouth stretch down around the crown. He bobbed his head up and down the thick prod, sliding his lips along the swollen shaft as he got reacquainted with his lover's staff. Marvin casually reached down behind Malik, caressing the curve of his buttock while Malik labored over his manhood.
Malik sucked deeper as lust began to take him over. He felt Marvin's fat dick head touch into the back of his mouth as he nearly dislocated his jaw to force his face down further about the shaft. Marvin forced his hand down into the seat of Malik's pants, then started to explore his bare ass crack with his fingers. Malik knew what toying with his man-hole entailed as Marvin began digging his middle (and longest) finger inside.
"You gonna give me some pussy, babee...?" he asked, pressing his finger in and out of the elastic hole.
Malik removed his mouth from the spit wet prick bobbing before his face...
"Doctor said no strenuous work..." he reminded.
"YOU can ride it...!" suggested Marvin, causing Malik to recall walking in on Marvin and his nurse back at the hospital (chap-24, pt-4). He could still see the woman riding his boyfriend's big dick, tossing her hair as she slammed her pussy down in his lap. Malik decided the only way to kill that memory was to replace it with a new one. He stood up, then began removing his clothes. Marvin (giddy with excitement) repositioned himself so Malik could have full access to the object of their affection. Malik disappeared into the bedroom, then returned with a towel and a bottle of anal lube. He greased Marvin's stiff standing pole with his fist, coating the thick hard surface before adding a generous amount to his own anus. Marvin's dick pulsed in anticipation as Malik turned to sit down, and aimed Marvin's ramrod up to his sweet hole.
"Yeeeaahhh..., that's what I'm talkin' bout...!" said Marvin, feeling his lover's anus envelope him like a well fitted glove as Malik eased his asshole down on the fat round head, then sank slowly down until he was sitting upright on the huge human phallus.
Malik waited for a moment as his body adjusted to the intrusion. He waited until his asshole relaxed before he began sliding up and down, riding his boyfriend's hard wood. It had been some time since he felt Marvin inside him, his big gigantic pole stretching his tight tiny anus wide. But Malik knew riding Marvin's dick was like riding a bicycle, one you conquered that feat you never forget how to ride.
Marvin lay down along the full length of the sofa while Malik rode him sideways, his back facing the back of the couch. Marvin's dick slid in and out of his ass sideways at an angle, giving both men an extra added thrill. Malik found himself taking longer squats, taking his lover's thick dick from tip to base, feeling the entire length slide through his milking hole.
Marvin loved the sight of his dick sliding through his boyfriend's ass as Malik's asshole gobbled him up like a turkey dinner. He loved watching Malik enjoy himself on his dick, even though Malik always tried hard to act indifferent. He could see through Malik's own actions that he was getting extremely turned on, just by watching him fuck himself faster. Malik's dick was sticking up rock hard from his lap, begging for some attention of its own as he wrapped his greased hand about it and began stroking himself off. Marvin could feel Malik's asshole sucking his dick, the anal muscles contracting around the shaft as if sucking like a hungry mouth. Marvin could feel himself getting close to popping his cork as he began to thrust upward, driving his own dick well deep into Malik's bouncing ass.
Malik stroked his dick faster, feeling his own climax building as his asshole was fucked for the first time in what felt like weeks. He began to hammer his hole down into his boyfriend's lap, forgetting the doctor's orders for Marvin to do anything strenuous. Marvin could feel a sharp pain starting to ring through his wounds, but he was far too close to cumming to stop the ride now. He grabbed Malik's hips, then pulled him down on his dick, planting his pole deep in Malik's depths before shooting his load on the spot.
"UUHHHH...!!!" grunted Marvin, closing his eyes as he bit his lower lip to regain control. Malik saw Marvin's pained expression, then shot his own load straight up into the air. He aimed the cum away from himself, not wanting to stain his clothes as he was headed back to the office. Marvin could feel Malik's asshole milking his rod as he continued cumming inside him.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door...
"Oh shit...!" said Malik in panic. "Someone's at the door...!"
"No, wait...! I'm still cumming...!" protested Marvin, holding Malik down on his still erupting dick as he throbbed and jerked inside his boi.
"What if its your mom...?!" asked Malik, uncomfortable with the idea of someone standing outside their door, listening.
"Fuck...!" yelled Marvin, letting go as Malik got up off his dick.
Malik pulled up his his pants and shorts, then threw the towel over Marvin to clean up. While he fastened his pants, Marvin cleaned his dick, then pulled up his own clothes in case the company needed to come in. Once they both were sufficiently covered, Malik walked across the floor and opened the door to find a face he vaguely remembered...
"Fontaine...!" yelled Marvin from the couch, having recognized her at the door.
"Fontella...!" corrected the girl, brushing the hair from her eyes.
"Hi..." said Malik, dumbfounded. Had she come back for another 3way?
"Can I come in...?" she asked, her face somber.
"uh..., sure..." said Malik, stepping aside.
Fontella walked in, but a lot more subdued than the last time she was there (chap-4). He turned down Malik's offer for something to drink as she blurted...
"There's really no good way to say this..."
Malik could see she was nervous. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and said... "I'm pregnant!" Both Malik and Marvin looked at each other.
"And yur tellin' us why...?" asked Marvin from the sofa.
"Because I haven't been with ANYone since that night we all were together..." answered Fontella. "I don't want you both thinking I'm some cheap whore who goes around doing 3sums with every gay man and his boyfriend who comes along...!"
"Who you callin' gay...?" asked Marvin, insulted.
"I never did a 3way with 2 men before..., and I haven't slept with anyone since that night!"
"So whadda you tryin' to say...? That ONE of us is the father...?!" asked Marvin, skeptically.
"No..." said Fontella, looking at Malik. "...I'm saying HE'S the father...!" she said confidently, causing a shock across Malik's face...
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