[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-8 Title: TURNING POINT
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WEST PHILLY
27 year old police detective Malik Jones came home after another mentally exhausting day at work. Traffic on the expressway from his North Philly precinct was brutal, followed by someone stealing his normal parking spot outside his apartment building, making him have to park 2 blocks away. In his mailbox were 10 bills needing to be paid immediately: (gas, electric, car note, car insurance, credit cards, cable, 2 cell phone bills [including Marvin's], etc...). He climbed the steps to his second floor apartment, hoping his lover/roommate wasn't home or in the mood for sex. All Malik wanted to do was eat, soak in a hot steaming tub, and turn in early. In all the time he'd known Marvin, he had never turned the muscled man down sexually. In fact, Malik wasn't even sure if he was allowed to? How would Marvin react if he refused him sexually? He was sure he wouldn't like it, but would he sulk and storm away mad, looking for some other hole to fill that night? Or would he forcibly take what he wanted from Malik?
Malik wasn't sure how his roommate would react to the news. Marvin (being an ex-con) was definitely a man who didn't like the word `no' said to him too often. Malik found himself worrying how the encounter would go? Surely Marvin realized Malik was a police officer and would be within his rights to defend himself by any means necessary? But would it come to that? How would Malik explain his situation to his superiors if a domestic incident was to arise?
Malik reached the top stop step, surmising his mind was merely wandering wildly due to a lack of sleep. He promised himself to remedy that as soon as he busted a grub and took a hot bath.
He placed the key to his apartment in the lock and opened it, only to find Marvin sitting on the couch with an open 40oz bottle of Ole English Malt Liquor, weed, and French kissing a strange woman.
"Hey man..." said Marvin, ripping his tongue from the woman's mouth as he pulled his hand from between her legs. "...you're late getting' home tonite...!"
"Traffic was a killer..." said Malik, closing the door as he tossed his keys on a nearby stand. "Who's this...?"
"Oh..., this's Candy..." introduced Marvin, getting up from the couch. "...we go back a loooonnggg way...! Ain't that rite, babee...?"
"Thas rite, sugah...!" laughed Candy, crossing her legs as she turned the 40oz beer up to her lips as she gulped it down like street thug.
Malik couldn't help but be repulsed.
"Candy knows all about us..." said Marvin, soothing things over with Malik. "...she's down fo' a 3sum, and as a matter of fact..., she even WANNA see us both fuck! Ain't that rite, babee...?"
"Damn straight...!" said Candy, putting down the bottle to pick up the blunt. "I waz always turned on by that kinda weird kinky faggot shyt...! I love to see two grown ass men goin' at it..., trynna take it like us gurls do! Especially Marvin..., he know how to ride a niggah's ass and pop it like a kootchy! Ain't that rite sugah...?!" laughed Candy, puffing on the weed.
Malik thought he saw a few teeth missing...?
"You kno me..." smiled Marvin, his dick already tenting his pants at the thought of having two bitches in his bed.
"Did you see about that job McConnell told you about a week ago...?" asked Malik, ignoring the woman's statement.
"Yeh..., I'll check it out..." said Marvin, grazing over the conversation. "We gonna do this or what...? She's ready...!"
"Ready like fuckin' Freddy...!" added Candy, rubbing her panty-less crotch.
"You said you would check in on the job last week...!" said Malik, not letting it go. "How long do you think the position's gonna stay open...?"
"I said I'll check, aiight...?!" snapped Marvin, irritably. "Why you sweatin me bout sum corny ass bus boi job anyway...? Ain't like I'm gonna be makin' any REAL money there...!"
"It'll keep some extra cash in your pocket..." said Malik. "...AND it'll keep you from turning back to the streets to sell drugs! I couldn't keep seeing you if you go back to dealing...!"
"I kno! You TOLD me that already!" said Marvin angrily, turning his back.
He looked at Candy who was now laid back comfortably on the sofa, a blunt in one hand and a bottle of Ole E. in another. Marvin could see her legs opened, the view of her hairy pussy in plain sight. C'mon Malik..., she's fuckin' primed!" begged Marvin, hungry for some pussy. "Smell this...!" he said, sticking his fingers up Malik's nose.
"ewww, no...!" squirmed Malik, shoving Marvin's hand away.
"What the fuck's wrong with you...??" asked Marvin, pissed. "You act like you don't like pussy!"
"I don't have anything against pussy..., I mean women...!" corrected Malik.
"Then why every time I bring sum pussy home, you act all bent outta shape n'shit...?" questioned Marvin (referring to events in chap-4).
"No I don't...!"
"Yeh you do...!" argued Marvin. "You claim you had so many girlfriends before we met..., yet every time I ask you to set us up with one, you act like you can't remember their names!"
"That's because I don't wannna get fucked in front of them!" countered Malik, causing a hurt/shocked expression on Marvin's face. "The girls I knew wouldn't want to see me getting fucked by another man! They would have a fucking cow if they knew we were lovers! THAT's why I don't call any of them to come over...! THAT's why I don't like doing 3ways! I don't like getting butt fucked in front of women! It's demeaning! That's something personal I like to do with YOU in private!"
Malik felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest as he stood there waiting for Marvin to react. He fully expected the ex-convict to blow a fuse, to storm off after making a scene and probably breaking a few things around the apartment for effect. But he was surprised when all Marvin said was...
"Why did'n you tell me this sooner...?"
"I...I dunno..." said Malik, wondering that himself.
Marvin turned around, gathered up the girl, the weed, and the beer, then escorted her out the door. ("Whutz up...? We're not fuckin...?") she asked as Marvin ushered her out into the hallway (taking Malik's car keys). Malik was stunned at how peaceful that went. He went into the kitchen, made himself a sandwich and poured himself a glass of wine, then retired to the bathroom where he lit a bunch of candles and ran himself a hot relaxing bath. He finished his sandwich while the tube filled, then stripped off his clothes and eased his naked body into the hot water.
"OOoooooooh..." he moaned, feeling the heat tingle all over against his skin.
He laid back with the door closed, sipping his wine and feeling as if he were on a vacation paradise...
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52 year old police captain David McConnell sat in bed with his reading glasses hanging off the edge of his nose as he read the evening paper. There was just too much to do in his normal schedule to read the paper during the day, so he had to squeeze it in when he could. He couldn't help glancing over at the digital clock every 10 minutes, wondering where his son (Elliot) and his lover (Andy) were? They had gone out hanging hours ago. David was glad his son and his lover were getting along (considering that they would be living together under the same roof for a while), but he couldn't help feeling a tad left out as he occasionally nursed his aching hardon under the covers, wishing his boyfriend were her to satisfy his needs.
SOUTH PHILLY
After leaving a local sporting complex, Andy and Elliot decided to head over to Dave & Busters on Delaware Avenue for food and arcade games. After paying admission, they found themselves enjoying many of the same games as they tried to beat each other's high scores. In most cases Elliot came out the victor, but occasionally Andy got to redeem himself by coming in first, and gloating.
Afterwards they sat down at a private booth and enjoyed a meal of chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, crab cakes, and beer.
"This's fun..." said Elliot, dipping his chicken finger in honey mustard before stuffing over half of it in his mouth. "...you and dad come here a lot...?"
"Actually, no..." answered Andy, chewing a crab cake and topping it off with a swig of beer. "...David's never been to D&B!"
"Yeah..., try as I might, I just can't picture my dad in a place like this...!" laughed Elliot. "In fact..." he added, looking directly at Elliot. "...I can't imagine him doing ANY of this! How long've you known my dad...?"
"mmm..., about a year I guess..." said Andrew, thinking about it. "...we met through a mutual friend who set us up...!"
"And the age difference don't bother you...?" asked Elliot, curiously.
"no..." answered Andy. "...I mean..., sometimes...!" he re-answered honestly. "Normally it doesn't..., but sometimes David acts so old..., like he's beyond having fun! Like..., he would NEVER be caught dead at a place like this! He's more comfortable in upscale restaurants and Art Exhibits!"
"Yeah..." laughed Elliot, looking down into his plate as he selected another chicken finger to devour. "...I thought you two looked a lil' odd together...!"
"Odd...?" asked Andy, trying not to feel offended.
"Well..., I mean the obvious age difference...!" explained Elliot. "My mom always told us that dad was gay..., but dad always went out of his way to keep his lovers hidden...! You're actually the first friend of my father's that I've ever met...!"
"Wow..." said Andy, feeling privileged. "...so you've never met Malik...?"
"Who's Malik...?" asked Elliot, curiously.
"uh, nobody important..." said Andy, regretting saying Malik's name as soon as it left his lips. After a year of dating McConnell exclusively, Andy couldn't help still feeling insecure about Malik. "...he's the one that introduced me and your dad...!"
"So..., can I ask you a question...?" asked Elliot, getting a nod of approval from Andy. "How does it feel to..., --be WITH a man...?"
Andy sat back in his seat, swallowing hard as he thought about the answer to the question. He could answer it honestly, but he didn't want to scare the boy and send him back screaming to his mother with his tail tucked between his legs. McConnell was already having enough trouble with his ex-wife to give her any more ammunition against him.
"Well..., it's not TOO much different from sleeping with a woman..., but then again it's different in a lot of ways...!" explained Andy, vaguely.
"That didn't answer anything...!" laughed Elliot.
"I know!" laughed Andrew. "I guess what I'm saying is the emotional relationship is no different than being with a woman..., but sexually..., it's similar but different! Depending on which end you're looking from..!"
"Have YOU ever been with a woman...?" asked Elliot, curiously.
"Yeah!" answered Andy, proudly. "I was completely straight until just before I met David...!" he added.
"Straight...?" asked Elliot, confused. "You mean you liked girls, solely at one point...?"
"Yup..., and I was good at it, too!" smiled the rookie officer.
"So how did you...??"
"It's a long story..." said Andy, not wanting to display how he had been tricked by his fellow Correction's Officers at Piedmont Penitentiary into giving up his ass for a bogus correction's initiation (The HOLE chap-28, pt-1). "...suffice to say we hit it off, and have been together ever since!"
"So..., who's the girl in the relationship...?" asked Elliot, not knowing how else to word it.
"Neither one of us are girls...!" laughed Andy, nervously.
"You know what I mean...!" said Elliot, pressing the question. "Who's on top...?"
"Well..." blushed Andy, his eyes dropping down to the table top. "...I'm usually on the bottom..." he said, almost shamefully. He could feel Elliot's eyes piercing through him, --judging him.
"So you NEVER get to be on top...?" asked Elliott, curiously.
"With your dad...? No." answered Andy, feeling parched all of a sudden. "But its cool..., I love your father...!"
"So have you EVER topped another man...?" asked Elliott, not letting the matter rest.
"No..." said Andy, feeling like less of a man for not topping one.
"I don't know..." said Elliott, resuming eating. "...better YOU than me I guess...! I don't think I'd be able to let somebody fuck me without giving up some ass themselves...! I mean, it's just fair..., you both have dicks! And what dick don't like to feel pleasure...?"
Andy sat in wonder while Elliott continued to munch away happily...
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MANAYUNK
Andrew and Elliott came home hours late from their night out, laughing and giggling as they tried to quietly sneak into the house, bumping into furniture. "Oh shit...!" chuckled Elliott, nearly knocking over a lamp.
"Shhhh..., David's probably sleeping...!" whispered Andy, feeling his way through the dark.
"Why...? It's only 1a.m....!" laughed Elliott. "How can you be with someone whose bedtime's before 1a.m....??"
"Go to bed..., you're drunk...!" laughed Andrew, shoving Elliott in his back as he stumbled over his own sneakers he'd left lying on the floor earlier.
"Oops...!" chuckled Elliot, running into his bedroom door. "Shhh...!"
"Shhh yourself...!" said Andy, creeping into his own bedroom.
He slowly closed the door, just as Elliot bumped his toe. ("Ouch!") whispered the boy as Andy snickered and closed the door. He turned around and began to quietly undress. He had just kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off overhead when his 52 year old lover cut on the nightlight. "Oh David..., you're up...!" he said startled, unbuckling his pants.
"You have any idea what time it is...?" asked McConnell, sitting up in bed.
"I believe its 1a.m....!" laughed Andy, more at Elliott than David.
"Yeah..., 1a.m...., and you have to get up for work in the morning!" scorned McConnell, sternly. "Have you been drinking...?"
"Just a lil'..." said Andy, climbing out of his clothes as he crawled into bed.
McConnell could smell the alcohol on his breath as Andy cuddled up next to him, and started to feel for the older man's dick under the covers. "Why do I always have to be on the bottom...?" he asked, thinking over the conversation he had with Elliott. "Why can't I be on top sometimes...?"
"You DO be on top..." said McConnell, feeling his dick swell in Andy's stroking hand. "...you were on top last week, before we got ready for work..., remember?"
"No..." said Andy, recalling the time. "...I don't mean on top riding your dick..., I mean on TOP on top..., fucking YOU!"
"You've never asked to fuck me before...!" said McConnell, finding the conversation strange. "Where's THIS coming from...?"
"Well..., I've been thinking..." said Andy, trying to sound sober. "...I have a dick too, and I'd like to use it more often...!"
"Isn't it enough that I suck you off...?" asked McConnell.
"Yeah..., but sometimes I want..., I SHOULD be able to top too...!" said the young officer, arguing more with himself than his lover. "Elliott said he don't understand why we as two men, conform to having sex like a man and a woman when we both have the same ormagan..., oreagain..., --pee-pee!"
"Elliott said...?" asked McConnell, confused. "You're talking about our sex life with my son...?? Why are you and Elliott discussing OUR sex life...??!"
"He asked...!" said Andrew. "He wanted to know who be on top...!"
"Then you tell him it's NONE of his business!" said McConnell, angrily. "Is that what you two were out so late doing...? Drinking and discussing our personal private business...?!"
"huh...?" asked Andrew, feeling his stomach starting to churn. Before McConnell could repeat what he said, Andy jumped up from the bed and ran out the room towards the bathroom, holding his mouth closed to keep from spitting up all over the hardwood floor.
McConnell sat up in bed, his dick not totally dead at the thought of his youngest son inquiring about his sex life!
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WEST PHILLY
Malik lay sleeping in bed, naked under the covers (as usual). After his bath, he dried off to another glass of wine before turning in early, hoping to get a good night's sleep before work in the morning. He had fallen straight to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, indicating exactly how tired he'd been.
Marvin returned home sometime around 1a.m.. After dropping Candy off, he went to a nearby bar to think. 3 beers and 6 shots later, his mind was a clear as a bell. He strut into the apartment, surprised to see all the lights turned out. He slammed the front door shut, then headed into the bedroom where he found Malik snoring soundly. Marvin sucked his teeth as he began pulling off his clothes. His dick had been hard for the past hour, thinking of what he was going to do to Malik's boi-pussy as punishment for ruining his 3some. After he finished stripping (tossing his clothes on the floor), he ripped the bed sheets off, then grabbed Malik by his ankles and physically pulled him down to the middle of the bed.
Malik stirred in his heavy sleep, but didn't wake up as Marvin spread his ankles apart, then ran his hand all the way up his legs until he was parting Malik's plump butt cheeks with his big bear hands. Giving into lust, Marvin lowered his face down into Malik's ass, burying his face between the cheeks.
He licked, lapped, and sucked at the sweet boi-hole, pulling the cheeks apart to get his tongue well inside the soft anus. He slipped his tongue in and out of the spread ring, preparing it for his dick. Malik moaned softly in his sleep, unaware that his asshole was well on its way to being mauled. His breathing changed, becoming shallower as he slowly began to arch his back, instinctively lifting his buttock in offering.
Marvin slapped one of Malik's ass cheeks, stinging the fleshy round brown bottom as he drilled his tongue in and out of the delectable hole. Malik's head snapped up in alarm after feeling the heavy hand come down on his ass. He looked around over his shoulder, finding his lover with his face pressed in his ass. "Marvin..." he whimpered, trying to squirm away from the muscled man and his searching tongue. "...don't man, I'm not in the mood tonigh t...!"
Marvin ignored Malik's protest as he continued to eat the asshole vigorously. Malik tried pulling away, squirming around in different directions to dislodge Marvin's face, but the big man merely followed his ass, keeping his face planted. Marvin (feeling overly aggressive from the alcohol) locked his thick arms under Malik's thighs and around the back of his waist, locking him in place as he pressed his face in harder, showing the police detective just WHO was boss.
"Marvin, please..." begged Malik, feeling the ex-con's thick tongue prying open his tender anus. "...I need to get to sleep...! Don't...!"
"I sent the bitch home..." growled Marvin, lifting his head just long enough to say his peace. "...you OWE me some ass!"
"I don't OWE you anything!" snapped Malik, struggling harder to break free.
Marvin climbed up onto the bed, using his abundance of muscle to easily manhandle his smaller petite partner. Malik started to fight, becoming more determined to stop him as he twisted and turned his body around. Marvin grabbed his arms, physically wrenching them painfully to hold Malik down despite his protest. "Marvin...STOP!" yelled Malik, seriously, trying to invoke his authority.
"Yur supposed to be MY bitch..." snarled Marvin, holding Malik down by his neck as he maneuvered himself between his legs and aimed his dick up between Malik's spit wet ass cheeks. "...that means I get to fuck this pussy whenever and however I want!"
"No...! I'm not in the mood...!" argued Malik, feeling the dick head press into his anus. "Stop...! Don't...!" he shouted, squirming to get free. But Marvin bore onward awayway, totally ignoring Malik's protests as he shoved forth. "AARRRHHHH...!!" screamed Malik, feeling the thick fat dick pierce his fighting anal ring. "STOP IT! STOP...!! AARRHHHH...!!!" he screamed in pain.
Marvin ignored Malik's cries as he pulled back until only the head of his mighty dick remained inside, then shoved forth once more to bury the entire 10" wrist thick shaft all the way up inside with one long rough ass splitting stroke. Malik felt a shock shoot through his aching entrails as his asshole protested the fat rigid pole with violent spasms. Marvin pressed his pelvic bone into Malik's ass, churning the entire length of his manhood around in his guts.
A painful expression stained Malik's handsome face as he squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look up at his lover. He could feel Marvin using his muscled weight to hold him down, like a huge bull pinning a tiny Chihuahua. Malik couldn't budge Marvin as his thick arm easily held him in place like a steel beam. Malik was instantly reminded of their first meeting over 2 years ago, when Marvin raped him in the basement of a drug house, believing Malik a teenage high school student (chap-1 of Precinct-23), taking Malik's virginity, manhood, and dignity all in one instant.
Malik could feel Marvin starting to pull his fat dick out, causing a painful rippling sensation throughout his rectum. Malik could barely breathe with Marvin's weight on his chest. Each breath was a labor as Malik lay there feeling his asshole mutilated. He felt Marvin's thick dick pull back midway before pushing back in, forcing back through his fighting anus. Malik felt his asshole clamping down, trying to protect the soft interior and repel the unwanted invader. But Marvin's dick was determined as it broke through his anal barrier and moved back and forth, effectively fucking him.
Marvin was in a drunken lust, unaware that his actions had crossed the lines of decency and consent. All he was aware of was his need to fuck something, and his lover's asshole was his favorite resident cumdump. Marvin's polluted brain couldn't compute that Malik was a living breathing human being who probably wasn't in the same sexual mindset as he, all he knew was that his dick was hard and needed satisfying, that was his sole goal. Malik's feelings weren't even being considered. In the two years that they had been sexually linked, Malik's mancunt had been available whenever Marvin wanted it. Why would he believe tonight to be any different?
He held Malik down as he slowly pulled and sank his big bull dick in and out of his convulsing hole, loving the way the anus tightened and spasm around his stroking tool. It was like fucking a virgin all over again.
Malik felt as if a phone pole had been physically shoved up his ass, steel rungs and all. He grimaced and wailed in painful grunts and groans as the dick slid through him, prying open and drilling through his tightly clenching anus like a sledgehammer, battering through the anal walls to bore into the deepest darkest depths of his body.
Malik hadn't felt such ass splitting pain since his very first encounters with Marvin. He knew the pain would lessen if he consented and gave in, but something inside him wanted to rebel. He had to fight for him manhood, for his right to say "no". He hated being at Marvin's beck and call, being his cumdump butt slave. Marvin had ruined his life 2 years ago when they first met, turning Malik's life upside down and virtually destroying whatever chance he had at a virile heterosexual life. Malik had practically lost everything at the hands of Marvin; his manhood, his reputation, his swagger, his job, his relationship with McConnell, his dignity and his pride. He no longer had the right to hold his head up in public as a man (as a REAL man anyway). With his spirit broken and his masculinity in question, how could he hope to size up to the other men on the Force, or better yet, the drug dealers he hoped to put away? How could he look them in the eye combatively with any real seriousness if he was too busy thinking about kneeling in from of them, taking their big stiff dicks up his ass? How could he be counted on (or count on himself) to do the right thing?
Malik forced his body to relax and accept the fate that befell him. Within a matter of seconds his asshole stopped fighting, slacking up as it allowed the penis to slide through smoother. Marvin could feel the difference in the rectum as it suddenly stopped fighting and loosened, enabling him to fuck easier. "Yeh..., I knew you'd get into it eventually..." he said drunkenly, the smell of alcohol attacking Malik's nose with every breath.
Marvin continued to fuck, never letting up as he thrust back and forth with long clean strokes. In no real hurry to cum, he fucked in and out of Malik's asshole for a long time, beating up the anus with repetitive strokes that caused Malik's manhole to start to soften and moisten from within. Malik felt himself getting more turned on with each passing moment, his dick hardening against his belly, leaking clear drops of pre-cum against his abs the longer he got fucked.
Malik hated himself for getting turned on, for losing face and getting hard. As diligently as he fought to stand up for himself, his body betrayed him, proving him weak. The knowing smirk on Marvin's face told it all, that he was nothing more than a piece of ass, something hot and wet for Marvin to dump in when he was horny. He didn't respect Malik as a man, he didn't care what raping his spirit did to him in the long run. All he wanted was gratification, by any means necessary. And he'd step on anyone he needed to to get it.
Malik found himself starting to hate Marvin for turning him into something he desperately didn't want to be. Malik couldn't deny that he enjoyed getting fuck (regardless of any trauma the realization may have caused, he could never go back to just sex with women), but he wanted to be respected along with it. Being gay (or having gay sex) didn't mean being degraded, he could suck dick and get fucked and still keep his pride and dignity. He knew this because he'd done it before (with McConnell).
McConnell never treated Malik like an object, he treated him like a human being (like a person with feelings), but Malik didn't appreciate it at the time, he was too busy seeking punishment from a convicted drug dealing rapist. Malik didn't see what he had with McConnell until it was too late, when McConnell had settled down with someone else. Malik would give anything to get that time back, to do things differently if given the chance.
Marvin fucked lazily into Malik's ass for a long time, slowly building momentum after Malik finally stopped resisting. He felt the asshole surrounding him enveloping him like a mother's loving arms, cradling and caressing his long hard babymaker, --taking his deep plunges easier as the moist anal walls began to milk his thick shaft. He loved plugging Malik's chute, banging it with as much dick as his body could take, just to hear him cry and moan like a bitch. Marvin secretly loved making men sound like whores, making them lose their masculinities as he forced them to submit to his prowess. It was all about control, who had it and who didn't? Who rose to the top, and who was destined to live on the bottom?
Malik was a bottom, a pussyboi with a vagina where his asshole should have been. Marvin enjoyed teaching Malik what his manhole was for, training him the best ways how to use his hole to pleasure him. He'd spent hundreds of hours perfecting Malik's pussy, fucking it just right to make it cream itself like a woman. He knew from the beginning that he could make Malik a pussy bottom if he totally dominated him, if he took away his sense of manliness and replaced it with a deep desire to be bred. He did it before in prison, turning grown men (cutthroats) into blubbering idiots, begging to be banged hard and deep in their "manginas". There was no better feeling in the world then to have some former pussy hound creaming on the end of your dick like a chick, cumming all over himself with your fat pud shoved balls deep up his ass, stretching his rectal walls and coating his canal with a river of your own sperm. And of all the men Marvin turned over the years, he considered Malik his crown jewel. Turning a cop into a pussyboi bottom was practically every true thug's dream. And Marvin had Malik lock stock and barrel.
Marvin could feel his dick starting to get that familiar tingle in it when he's nearing a roaring climax. With the alcohol slowing his reaction time, he was about to bang Malik for a full hour before parting with his seed. He pounded into the police detective, holding his legs up against Malik's chest to get the deepest angle possible.
Malik's dick had oozed enough sperm to impregnate a dozen girls. His dick flopped around against his stomach, pulsating wildly as Marvin picked up the pace of his strokes. He slammed his pelvis into Malik's ass with growing intensity, causing the bed to sway and the headboard to bang against the wall next door. Despite himself, Malik started spewing streaks of cum across his chest, a visual of his heightened excitement. Marvin smiled when he saw the hot cum shooting from his roommate's dick. He fucked even harder once his orgasm stopped, feeling his own beginning to peak.
"Yeh...! OOooohhh yeh...!" he moaned, throwing his head back as his dick started to pulsate, then fire thick hot ropes of molten cum directly into Malik's tortured ass.
The cum poured out of Marvin's dick, filling Malik's rectum like an enema. He could feel every pulse and throb as the dick jerked rapidly inside him, the extremely long session having built Marvin's load to triple its normal size. Malik could feel some of the cum already starting to back out of him, oozing out around Marvin's embedded prick as it continued to hose him from the inside.
"Shit...! Damn that was a huge load...!" sighed Marvin falling forward, his sweaty head touching against Malik's chest. Malik waited until the dick finally stopping shooting inside him before he successfully slithered from under Marvin. "Where'r you goin'...?" asked Marvin sleepily, his head hitting the pillow with exhaustion.
Malik never answered as he grabbed the spare pillow and the bed sheets off the floor and limped into the living room...
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