[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-34 Title: BLACKWIDOW
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PRECINCT-23
21 year old Elliott McConnell became concerned when he didn't hear from his father in days. He stopped by his dad's condo, only to find the door unlocked and his dad nowhere to be seen. After a few frantic calls, he decided to go to the only place he could think of for help...
Meanwhile at the Precinct, 27 year old Malik Jones sat at his desk listening to McConnell's answering service for the umpteenth time. Hanging up, he contemplated walking over to Ramone's desk and asking him if he'd seen McConnell lately? The only problem was, he really didn't want to.
30 year old Ramone Davenport stood at the filing cabinet, searching for a file when he suddenly felt a presence beside him. Turning around, he found Malik standing there with an odd look on his face. "Can I help you...?" he asked, looking Malik over questionably.
"I was just wondering..." started Malik, being incognito. "...how's David doing...?"
"I wouldn't know..." said Ramone, grabbing the file he needed before slamming the door shut. "...I haven't seen him since he resigned!"
"No...?" questioned Malik, surprised. "I thought..., you two were some type of item...?"
"I don't know WHAT we are...!" said Ramone, walking back to his desk. "I thought we were on the same page, then all of this drama started...! It just kinda..., pushed me to the backseat!"
"I see...!" said Malik, sucking his teeth thoughtfully. "Well..., let me just inform you that David's special..." he said protectively. "...he deserves someone who will take time with him!"
"I'm not the holdup, Malik..." defended Ramone, taking his seat. "...there's someone else in his life that he needs to address first...!"
Malik looked surprised...
"Oh..." he said, feeling guilty. "...well..., David and I may have HAD some unresolved feelings for each other..., but I'm deeply involved with someone else at the moment...!"
Ramone looked confused...
"I was referring to his son, Elliott!" he clarified.
"Oh!" responded Malik, embarrassed and ready to crawl under a rock.
"So..." chuckled Ramone, deciding to have some fun. "...you and David used to have a thing...?"
"We LIVED together for awhile..." admitted Malik. "...but..., things happened and we broke up...!"
"mmm..., you cheated...!" guessed Ramone, making Malik's eyebrows rise.
"Why would you say that...?" asked Malik, defensively. "Has David said something to you about me...?"
"He's never mentioned you!" said Ramone.
"Then..., how...?"
"It's just knowing the kind of man David is, there's only ONE real reason why he would breakup with someone..., --infidelity!"
Malik sulked...
"For the record..., I'm the one who broke up with him!" informed Malik, stubbornly.
"Dumb move..." countered Ramone. "...David's a catch!"
The two men stood at a stalemate for several seconds, each waiting for the other to continue when Elliott suddenly came through the door looking for his father...
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NORTH PHILLY
23 year old Jake Valentine sat parked in his car on the corner of Snyders Drive, watching as new drug dealers stand on the corners greeting passerbys driving through for a quick score. Those who weren't looking for drugs slowed down to check out the tranny-queens working the strip, hoping for a little tail. The whole scene reminded Jake of his first experience on The Drive with his first partner Bruce Gardner, the day he met the tranny-queen (turned full blown woman) Peaches.
Jake still had fond memories of Peaches and how she helped save him for certain death. If it had not been for her, he certainly wouldn't be here today, --not that things were going great for him now. Jake thought back sadly on that time in his life, realizing that no one from that era (who he believed were true friends) were in his life anymore. Maleece was gone, now dating tv reporter Chad Bradley. Peaches was gone, no longer the she-male she used to be. McConnell was gone, resigned from the force and not returning his phone calls. And Kelley (Jake fiancé from the first series) was gone, having obviously moved on with her life. Jake felt a strong urge for drugs, trying to fight the hunger in his blood to go down The Drive and proposition the new dealers for a hit. Sure he could buy his drugs like every other addict, but what Jake really craved was the drug hiding between the drug dealers' legs. He had been getting high and fucked over for so long, that the two now went hand in hand. He had to get a hold of himself, for he felt himself getting out of control.
In a mad dash to rid his evil thoughts, Jake drove to his family's house in South Philly, to the house where he grew up. Outside the block was always lively, full of neighbors who knew each other by name and spoke often. Parking was always congested, so it wasn't illegal to double park in the street since everyone know who drove what car.
Jake found himself a spot not too far from his parents' house. Looking around he noticed his brothers (Jessie and John's) cars parked nearby and sighed..., he really wasn't in a mood to deal with his brothers...
Inside the Valentine house, mother (June) had cooked her usual big family dinner while the men of the house all sat around watching whatever sports game they could find on cable. "JAKEY BOY!" called middle brother Jessie, as soon as Jake opened the door. "I didn't know you were coming by today!"
"Hey Jess..." said Jake, holding out his hand to shake when his brother faked him out and playfully punched him in the gut. "...oooOOHHFFF...!!" groaned Jake from the unprovoked attack.
"You left your guard down..., what they teaching you at that slum precinct you work for...?" asked Jessie, playfully.
"Jake...!" called Jake's dad (Jorge), walking in from the dining room in his tight white beater. "...June..., Jake's here...!" he called back to his wife.
"Jake...?" called June from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "This is totally unexpected...!"
"What'r you doing here...?" asked Jorge suspiciously.
"Was in the neighborhood..." said Jake.
"You LIVE in the neighborhood..." reminded Jessie, "...and you hardly ever stop by...!"
"Leave your brother alone, Jessie..., he's here now, and that's all that matters!" said June Valentine, giving her youngest son a huge hug. "Are you hungry...? I cooked!"
"You always cook, mom..." laughed Jake. "...don't you ever want to do anything else...?"
"HEY..." yelled Jorge, "...your mother gets a lot of enjoyment out of cooking...! Who are you to come in here and start down talking us...?!"
"I wasn't down talking..." defended Jake, as his dad flagged him on and went to his favorite lounge chair to smoke a cigar and watch sports.
"Of course you weren't, honey..., come eat...! You look so skinny...!" said June, taking Jake by the hand as she guided him into the kitchen.
"I'm not hungry mom..." said Jake, resisting. "...I just wanted to stop by and say hi..."
"Well..., you'll take a plate to go..." insisted June. "...and you'll take a plate to that nice friend of yours...Martice!"
"Maleece!" corrected Jake as his mother disappeared into the kitchen.
Jake looked about the old house, still over decorated with his mother's china crystals and his father's sports memorabilia.
"So..., what's all this trash I hear about your precinct's captain being fired for disorderly conduct...?" asked Jorge Valentine, peeking back into the dining room at Jake. "Something about him being involved in his male roommate's murder...? All sounds a lil FRUITY to me!"
"Me too, pop!" chimed in Jessie.
"You should've came down to the 5th Precinct where me and your brothers worked! Now THERE'S a Precinct!" stated Jorge, turning a beer can up to his lips with his eyes glued on the television. "I don't know WHAT kinda police station they running up North where you work! Escaped gorillas butt fucking cops..., renegade officers on the take..., drug dealers taking control of the streets...! If that Tempest Williams even tried coming down here to the 5th..., he'd be pulling buck shots out of his black ass!"
Jessie laughed in agreement.
"Yall too soft up there in 23!" stated Jessie, getting up off the sofa. "We got things on LOCK DOWN down here! You have to learn how to spot the trouble makers..., and pounce on them...!" he added, charging his little brother. Jake was taken by surprise again as Jessie gripped him by the collar, then body slammed him on the floor, lifting Jake's legs up over head until he had his ankles pinned behind his neck submissively. "Say uncle!" he yelled, looking down at his brother from top position. "Say uncle, dammit!"
"Damn..., UNCLE!" yelled Jake, feeling as if he were 12 years old again, fighting for his life as the youngest brother.
"That's enough, Jessie...!" said June, coming back in from the kitchen with two foil wrapped plates for Jake. "I told you boys about playing in the house!"
"Okay, ma...!" said Jessie, hesitating for a moment before finally letting Jake's ankles free. Jake's legs fell back down to the floor as Jessie stood up, then held out his hand to help his little brother up off the ground. Jake rolled his eyes, but grabbed his brother's hand as Jessie pulled him up to his feet.
Jake wasn't sure..., but he was almost certain that he felt a hardon in his brother pants...? Was he imagining things...?
"Where's John...?" asked Jake, dismissing the idea as Jessie adjusted himself before heading back towards the sofa.
"He went out for a walk after dinner with his new fiancé...!" snickered Jessie, flopping back down in his seat.
"Fiancé...?" asked Jake, surprised. "When did this happen...?"
"Jorge...?" called June, concerned.
"He has to find out sometime, June...!" stated Jorge, shrugging his shoulders.
"Find out what...?" asked Jake, lost.
Just then, he heard his brother John coming up the front porch. It was obvious by the way everyone tensed up that something was wrong. Jake watched with butterflies in his stomach as the front screen door opened and his older brother John walked in with his new fiancé..., Kelley Bradley.
"Jake...!" called John, stopping in his tracks as Kelley walked in behind him.
Jake stared in disbelief as he, John and Kelley all looked like deer in headlights...
"Hi Jake..." smiled Kelley, holding John's hand.
"Jake..., I meant to tell you...!" defended John as Jake brushed by, nearly knocking the couple over.
Everyone piled outside...
"Jake wait...!" yelled John, following his little brother down the street. "Wait...!" he repeated, running up after him. Grabbing Jake's arm, he spun him around roughly..., "Wait a minute, dammit...! We need to talk about this!"
"Talk about what...?" asked Jake, feeling hurt and betrayed by his own family. "Talk about how you stole my fiancé from up under me...?!"
"Stole your fiancé...?" asked John in disbelief. "You and Kelley broke up like 2 years ago! I haven't heard you mention two words about her since!"
"That's not the point..." argued Jake, looking as Kelley stood in the background. "...a brother doesn't sleep with another brother's leftovers! You KNEW how I felt about Kelley 2 years ago...! Hell..., WE were engaged to be married ourselves! Of all the girls in the city, why would you go after mine...?!"
"It wasn't like that...!" defended John. "Kelley and I ran into each other at a party, and things just..., they just..., happened!"
"Things just happened, eh...?" asked Jake with a chuckle. "And you kept it from me why...? Cause you knew it was wrong...?"
"No..." answered John. "...because I didn't know how deep we would fall..., by the time I thought to tell you, we were already in love!"
"In love...?" laughed Jake, turning away. "I'm out of here...!"
"Don't go...!" insisted John, grabbing Jake's arm. Jake spun around, connecting a right straight across his older brother's jaw. John Valentine stumbled backward in shock, his bottom lip bleeding. He and Jake stared at each other like two angry bulls before charging each other, fists flying as they both landed decent punches.
"Stop them Jorge! Stop them...!!" yelled June, still holding Jake's plates as she ran down off the porch.
Jessie tried coming between his two brothers, only to accidently be caught in the crossfire. Soon all three brothers were throwing punches as if in a western Saturday night salon. They only stopped fighting when Jorge Valentine fired two shots into the air with his revolver...
The three brothers stopped where they stood, breathing hard and bleeding from their mouths and noses.
"Get back into the house, ALL OF YOU! You're acting like babies!" yelled Jorge, embarrassed.
"Fuck that, I'm out!" yelled Jake, heading for his car.
"Jake, don't...!" called Kelley, wanting to fix everything.
"Let him go...!" insisted John, tired from the fight. "He needs to get over it! It's OVER between you two! You hear me, Jake...? It's OVER!!"
Jake didn't respond as he got into his car and sped off, his mother yelling in the background..., "Don't forget your food..." she called as his car sped out of sight. "...he's SO skinny...!"
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WEST PHILLY
The house that POOH built.
A small group of some of Whinny `The POOH' Graham's top drug dealers gathered at his house for a meeting. Most were confused about WHO called for the meeting, as Pooh was no longer alive. Some speculated D-Money (Pooh's right hand man) called for the meeting, attempting to take over.
One man in particular was hoping Money was in control, as it would mean HE had an inside hand on things. Winston Sinclair (aka Kane) took his seat at the head of Pooh's long elaborate dinner table as Dedra (Money's wife) served a tray full alcohol beverages to the guests.
"So YUR Money's woman, eh...?" asked Kane, looking Dedra over as she leaned in over the table. "Not bad...!" he smiled, staring at her booty.
Dedra turned around, presenting her 6 month pregnant belly...
"Thanks! I'm sure my husband would be thrill at your approval!" she said sarcastically before strolling off. Kane thought Dedra reminded him of his own babies momma, and wondered how she would feel if she knew he was boning her husband?
Just then D-Money stepped into the room, calling for everyone's attention...
"As everybody here knows, our boi Pooh ain't here to run things no more..." started Money, accepting a 40 from his wife. "...so it's in his honor that I wanna toast! To da man who made all this possible! For seein' somethin' in all of us and makin' a hellova lotta money! To POOH..., rest in peace Boss!" he said, tipping his bottle to pour a small amount of beer into the floor. Pooh's men followed suit, tipping their own 40's before turning their bottles up to their lips to swig.
After an honorable toast, Money introduced the person responsible for the gathering..., "Divine Graham, aka --The Blackwidow!" Everyone looked in shock as Divine Graham (formally known as Peaches) came out in a purple pinstripe pimp suit and matching hat, tailor made for a woman. Some of the dealers applauded with respect for the widow, while others looked in shock.
"Thank you, DeWayne...!" said the Widow, walking up to the already occupied chair at the head of her husband's table. Without saying a word, she looked down at Kane as if to say `excuse me'. Kane looked as if he might ignore her for a moment, then slowly got up to relinquish the seat...
The Widow took the head...
"Welcome everyone, and thank you all for coming at such short notice! As you all know, my husband Whinny Graham, --better known to most of you as Pooh, was killed by an unknown assassin a few days ago on Ridge Avenue! I know many of you have been wondering what would happen to his Syndicate now that he is no longer here...? And I wanted to assure all of you that I fully intend to keep my husband's practices running as usual, with ME heading up operations in his behalf along with D-Money acting as my right hand advisor...! But we can't do it all alone...! I will need each and every one of you to go on with your current positions..., manning your corners and governing your underlings as you did before Pooh's death! Together we can keep the West Philly Chapter strong..."
"Ain't nobody gonna take no BITCH seriously...!" interrupted Kane, getting a few grumbles of agreement from some of the other heads at the table. "If you wanna make sure Pooh's drug ring keeps running, you need to appoint one of US as the head! Ain't no REAL man gonna listen to no BITCH tellin' him what to do!" stated Kane, unequivocally.
"This BITCH was taught the game by two of the city's most ruthless, most devious drug lords...! I was there with Tempest from the very beginning! I stood by his side as he built his empire up from the ground! And Pooh taught me more in past few months that we've been together than most of you have learned in a decade!" defended the Widow, getting a few nods of approval of her own. "Now don't get it twisted..., if there's ANY man here at this table that thinks he gonna have a problem taking orders from a woman..., then he's more than welcome to hit the door! But be assured that IF you leave, you will NOT be taking any clients or any merchandise with you..., and if you're caught selling drugs anywhere within my territory, or anywhere within the city limits for that matter..., you WILL be dealt with harshly! And when I say harshly, I mean OLD SKOOL! Don't underestimate the strength of this Bitch, gentlemen..., because as many of you know, I wasn't' born a woman..., and I can throw down with the best of them! Now..., do we have a deal...?"
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SOUTH PHILLY
Maleece Cortez stepped out of the shower feeling fresh and clean as he donned his favorite aftershave, his deodorant, and slipped on his fancy threads for a night out on the town with his new date Chad Bradley.
Maleece smiled to himself as he gazed upon himself in the mirror. With a fresh haircut and a clean shave he actually looked a few years younger, thanks to Chad and his grooming team at the news station.
Maleece threw on his gold chain and watch, checking the time as he grabbed his keys and blazer and hoped down the steps to his car. As he ran about the house picking up last minute items (mints, wallet, cell phone...), he raced to the door and opened it, only to find Jake Valentine sitting outside on the steps.
Maleece did a double take as he looked at the back of Jake's head. "Jake...?" he called, as Jake started to take off. "Jake...!" he yelled running after him, catching him only a few doors down. "What're you doing here...?" he asked, turning his former roommate/lover around to see his bruised face. "What happened to you...?"
"Nothing..." said Jake pushing away, not wanting to be seen like that.
"What do you mean `nothing'...? You're bleeding! Who were you fighting with...?" asked Maleece, concerned.
"Nobody! Leave me alone...!" yelled Jake, pushing harder as Maleece gripped his arm.
"Come inside...! Let me clean you up...!" he insisted, half dragging Jake into the house.
Jake resisted half heartedly, wanting and hating Maleece all at once. He let his former lover take him inside, up to the bathroom where they kept the first aids.
Maleece carefully pat peroxide soaked cotton balls onto Jake's wounds, tilting his head up into the light as he sat on the edge of Maleece's old fashion tub.
"You wanna try to tell me again what happened to you...?" inquired Maleece, already late for his date. "Were you in a bar fight...? Were you drinking...?"
"No..., and no...!" answered Jake, flinching as the alcohol stung.
"Was it a drug dealer...?" asked Maleece curiously, having heard of Jake's addiction.
"No!" answered Jake, looking at Maleece cross. "I haven't...!" he started, stopping himself short before making a fool of himself (again).
"You haven't what...?" asked Maleece, tossing the bloody cotton balls into the waist basket. "You haven't gotten high in awhile...?"
Jake looked up at Maleece, feeling as if he was judging him...
"What difference does it make...?" he asked, getting up as he headed out of the bathroom. "You're dating Chad Bradley now!"
"Getting yourself clean and off drugs isn't for ME..." said Maleece, grabbing Jake in the hallway. "...you have to get clean for yourself!"
Jake fell back against the hall wall, feeling alone and lonely...
"It's so hard...!" he said, bursting into tears. Maleece felt his heart strings tug as he took Jake into his arms and placed his head gently about his shoulder, making Jake feel secure.
"You were there for me when I had a drinking problem..." recalled Maleece (back in the original Precinct-23). "...the least I can do is return the favor...!" he added, as Jake lifted his head.
The two men stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds as old feelings and attractions began to resurface in both of them. Maleece was the first to move as he slowly leaned in and kissed Jake tenderly on the lips. Jake held his breath, afraid to breathe and ruin the moment as Maleece's soft lips touched his. Jake felt himself starting to melt as his cock hardened in his pants...
"No..., we can't do this...!" he said, pushing Mal away. "You're involved with someone...!"
"I'm not dead!" stated Maleece, talking with his dick as he grabbed Jake and physically pulled him into another kiss.
This time Jake didn't fight as he locked lips with Maleece. The two men sucked face as they clumsily bumped into walls leading back towards Maleece's bedroom. Once there they began tearing at each other's clothes, popping buttons in the process as Maleece dove for Jake's erect nipples.
"Oh god...!" groaned Jake as Maleece latched onto one of his erect rivets, and began suckling expertly. Jake always had a weakness to having his nipples suck, and Maleece (as a former straight man) loved sucking the former jock's hard tits.
He bit and nibbled each tit, driving Jake wild as Jake fought with Mal's belt and unfastened his pants. Getting his hard cock out into the open, Jake pulled away from Jake's sucking mouth and dove down onto his dick. Maleece groaned softly as Jake wrapped his mouth around the Puerto-rican's stiff banana dick, and took it deep into his throat.
"Damn...!" cursed Maleece, having missed Jake's rabbit mouth.
Jake stripped Maleece out of his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, all without once taking his dick out of his mouth. The pushed Mal back onto the bed, then got down between his hairy legs and dove for his balls. Maleece spread his legs as Jake sucked each hairy ball into his mouth, swirling each orb around with his tongue like a washing machine before moving on to the next one. After giving both balls a thorough bathing, he licked his way down further, towards Maleece's asshole. Maleece instinctively lifted his legs, exposing his hairy ass crack as Jake wiggled his tongue down into the crevice. Spreading Maleece's buttock, he found the sweet boy-hole and began sucking on it, causing Maleece to squirm with pleasure.
Jake noticed almost instantly (as soon as his tongue went into Mal's hole) that Mal's ass had been breached. He slithered his wet muscle up into his former lover's ass with ease, where he used to have to fight to gain entry. He could tell by the way Mal easily surrendered that he was no longer the total top that he used to be. Sometime during their separation Maleece had his ass fucked. But Jake found himself not angry, in fact, he found his dick growing even harder at the thought of finally getting some of Maleece's ass for a change.
Maleece pulled his knees up to his chest as he laid his head back against the bed and moaned. He loved having his hairy ass ate, and loved how far Jake was actually able to get his tongue in him. His own dick lay hard against his stomach, already leaking pre-cum into his hairy naval.
Meanwhile Jake slobbered all over Mal's asshole. He fingered the not so tight hole, managing to get 3 fingers in before finally removing his face. He stripped naked, then knelt down at the edge of the bed and allowed his hardon to kiss at Mal's asshole. Maleece lifted up onto his elbows as he looked down into Jake's eyes questionably? Without saying a word, Jake started to press his hardon into Mal's ass. Mal closed his eyes as he spread his legs wider, giving Jake more room to maneuver. At that very moment Maleece's cell phone began to ring, but both men ignored it as Jake continued to slide all the way into his lover's ass.
"uhhh...!" groaned Maleece as Jake sheathed his entire dick inside him.
Jake moaned softly, loving the way Mal's tight hole wrapped around his embedded manhood. He ground himself around slowly, enjoying the wet heat inside Mal's body before finally thrusting back and forth.
Maleece said nothing as he ignored his ringing cell phone, knowing it was likely his date, wondering where he was? He opened his eyes to find Jake staring back at him, thrusting his hips back and forth between his legs. Maleece climbed up into sitting position, and wrapped his arms around Jake's neck to pull him in for another kiss. The two men sucked tongues as Jake continued fucking Mal's hot ass, thrusting harder and faster as the hole began to flower open in warm acceptance.
Maleece accepted Jake's dick as it beat a path straight through him. Never in a million years did he ever think Jake's dick would feel so good inside him. Had he known how well Jake fucked, he would have allowed him to fuck him a long time ago. He could practically kick himself for not doing it sooner, back when they were living together.
Jake was enjoying his new role as top as well. He'd been on the bottom for so long that he almost forgot how good a tight ass could feel. He pulled his wet tongue from Maleece's mouth just long enough to push him back onto the bed, then Jake maneuvered himself on top, placing his knees on either side of Maleece's prone body in missionary position. In this position Jake could thrust deeper, giving Mal's ass the deep prodding it needed. Maleece found himself moaning louder as he fought off cumming, wanting to blow his own load in Jake's ass.
Jake looked down at Maleece while he fucked, loving the sight of his man on the bottom as he plunged his 7" dick well into Maleece's hot backside repeatedly. Jake humped into Maleece's ass with growing aggression, wanting to hear Mal moan louder and louder. Maleece tucked his hands behind his knees, holding his own legs up to his chest to give Jake the full freedom he needed to cum.
Maleece found himself manipulating his ass muscles to try to coax the cum out of Jake faster. He tightened his asshole on the withdrawal, and loosened it on the inward plunge, milking Jake's dick as if it were a sucking mouth. Jake found himself unable to hold off for too long as he lost control of his hips, and began to pound into Mal harder. The bed squeaked loudly as it bounced against the thrusting weights. In a matter of a few dozen strokes, Jake thrust all the way up into Maleece's warm hole and came, shooting a mass of creamy white ball jiz directly into his milking hole.
"AARRRHHHHH...!!" screamed Jake as he came. He fell forward on top of Maleece, losing all strength in his body as he essence erupted from him in spurts, drenching Maleece's innards in sperm.
Maleece enjoyed the pulsing dick as it throbbed and came inside him. He could feel his bowels becoming sloppy with Jake's load, having let his lover breed him for the first time. When Jake's orgasm finally subsided, Maleece gently rolled him over until he was on top. Pulling off of Jake's softening dick, Maleece pushed Jake's legs up into the air, exposing his beautiful behind. Jake knew what was coming as he locked his legs behind his arms in pretzel position, while Maleece buried his face in Jake's smooth ass.
Maleece licked and sucked Jake's asshole, bathing the lovely pink hole in warm spit. After slicking it sufficiently, he climbed up on top, then quickly inserted his dick balls deep. Jake grunted as the entire dick bore straight through him in one shove. Maleece ground himself home for a few seconds, then proceeded to fuck Jake's hole with a vengeance. Jake watched Maleece's banana dick thrust through him, Maleece's hairy pelvis slamming into his hairless ass over and over as Mal drove his dick home.
The two men fucked well together, both knowing their places as they acted in each other's best interest.
Maleece placed his hands on the backs of Jake's thighs, then leaned in over top his body and began pounding his hips into his spread ass. Jake took each thrust like the champion slut he was, feeling the long hard shaft move in and out of him. He milked the dick with his hole, wanting to feel Mal bust deep inside him. He watched Maleece work into a sweat as he bitch fucked his hot ass for a straight 15 minutes. When Maleece finally felt himself ready to bust, he pulled out and stroked his dick until the first spurt shot out over Jake's head, hitting the back of the headboard.
After the first shot, Maleece redirected his dick and rammed it balls deep back into Jake's hole, shooting the rest of his nut inside. Jake could feel the warm seed pumping into him, spreading through his ass like a small river. Maleece fell on top of him, shoving his tongue back into Jake's mouth as Jake sucked it like candy. Just then Mal's cell phone began to ring again, causing Jake to break their passionate kiss. "Don't you want to answer that...?" he said, looking up into Mal's eyes.
"Don't worry..., its nobody...!" said Maleece, going back to kissing.
"But..." continued Jake, pulling his mouth away, "...I know you were on your way out when I ran into you...! It could be your date...!"
"Forget him..." said Maleece, shoving his tongue back into Jake's mouth as his dick continued to drain in Jake's bowels. "...I'm right where I'm supposed to be...!" he added without worry, shoving his tongue deeper as his cell phone continued to ring in the background. Neither man paid much attention to the squeaking of the floorboards in the hallway as Chad Bradley stood by the bedroom door, watching the couple embrace in bed...
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