[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-9 Title: THE PROPOSAL
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PRECINCT-23 The Bullpen
Malik Jones tried to slither into work inconspicuously, punching the time clock and making his way to his desk. His body (his asshole in particular) was still sore after last night's vigorous work out with his roommate (Marvin Rollins). His partner (Maleece Cortez) noticed Malik's strange walk almost immediately as he slinked quietly towards his desk. "Hey..., don't tell me you had another rough night when your roommate...?" asked Maleece, discreetly.
"Does it show that much...?" asked Malik, self-consciously.
"Does it show...??" chuckled Maleece. "If Macnamara was here he'd be asking if you'd fallen down an elevator shaft?!" joked Maleece. "What happened...?"
"Marvin got a lil' drunk last night, and wouldn't take `no' for an answer...!" said Malik, stealing a pillow off a neighboring officer's chair to place into own his before sitting down slowly and carefully.
"I guess that's what happens when you like those big prison muscled types...!" chuckled Maleece, not trying to hide his amusement.
"I'm glad YOU think it's funny...!" sulked Malik. "The irony is I'm a cop who was raped by his lover but can't report it cuz it would draw unwanted attention to my sexuality! I'm in a catch 22!"
"I would've shot him..., --called it self defense!" said Maleece, hopping up from his chair to run to the filing cabinets.
"It ain't that easy..." said Malik, having thought about it. "...there'd be inquiries and an investigation..., maybe even an indictment..."
"And then they would read Marvin's history and ruled in YOUR favor...!" surmised Maleece, simply. "Like I said, I would've shot him!"
"No..." said Malik, entertaining the idea. "...shooting him's not the answer...!"
"Then what is...?" asked Maleece, walking back to his desk. "Marvin out weights you by a hundred pounds easy...! He's the stuff prison movies are made of! How else'r YOU gonna stop him from walking in and taking what he wants again?"
Malik had no answer to that question as he sat behind his desk in ponder. How indeed would he stop Marvin from taking further advantage of him? Malik thought back to the rough night' he had with his roommate, recalling how Marvin used his physical strength to hold him down and fuck him against his will. Malik didn't feel like having sex, but Marvin (drunk and irate) simply overpowered Malik and took him. Malik had never felt more helpless than when he was lying under Marvin, taking his dick after he had already declined. Malik wondered if this was how rape victims felt? Like they had been violated but couldn't tell anyone as they would feel as if they somehow asked for or deserved it? The fact that Marvin had apologized for his actions that morning (claiming to have had too much alcohol in his system) was of little consolation to Malik. When that didn't wash, he started blaming Malik for his actions, saying he was just too sexy' and had made him mad with lust. Malik contributed Marvin's rape to an issue of control, like most inmates in Marvin's position, he was a control freak who had to have everything his way!
"Hey..." called Maleece, catching Malik's attention from his desk as Macnamara and Hightower appeared at the time clock. "...if you don't wanna be haunted by your co-workers for the rest of your life, I'd x'nay on the roommate thing..., Macnamara seems to feed off that sort of shit!" advised Maleece, gesturing towards the officer as he entered the bullpen.
"What's up, bitches...? What's on your vaginal minds today...?" asked the 34 year old detective, taking his seat as Malik and Maleece shared a look.
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PATROL
Uniformed Officer Jake Valentine and his partner Rodney Ellis didn't say much to each other as they rode on patrol, cruising through the streets of North Philly with an eye out for trouble.
Jake's mind was jumbled with issues, issues about his relationship with Maleece, --about his drug problem, --about his addiction to getting gang banged, --and about who he was as a person? Jake Valentine was not the same naive wide-eyed man he was 2 years ago. Something changed him, something not for the better. He contributed it back to the time when his (then) partner Bruce Gardner injected drugs into his system, then sexually assaulted him (back in chap-8 & 9 of Precinct Twenty Three). It was the first time Jake had ever been introduced to drugs and gay sex, but certainly not the last. Afterwards he was taken in by Tempest and his men, where he submit to a drag queen named Peaches, allowing her to do things to his body no one had ever done before. Jake was hooked from the word GO, but little did he know that a mere two years later that he was still be submitting to drugs and sexual assaults!
Ellis rode beside Jake, his mind equally bogged in thought. Unbeknown to Jake, Ellis had followed him to a well know drug block, and saw him associating with drug dealers. Ellis didn't know the extent of Jake's involvement, but whatever it was, it didn't look too good for the 22 year old to be consorting with known drug dealers.
"I saw you..." said Ellis, causing Jake to wonder what he talking about? "...I saw you on Snyder's Drive the other night, coming out of that crack building!"
Jake's reddening face betrayed his silence as he kept his eyes on the road, afraid he might plow into oncoming traffic if he looked over and saw the hatred in Ellis' eyes. "I know it had something to do with that drug dealer I tried to arrest last week..., what're you..., partners with that lil' crack thug? You on the take, Jake? They paying you off to protect them and look the other way...?"
"It's not what you think, Ellis..." said Jake vaguely, making Ellis madder.
"No...?" asked Ellis, believing Jake was trying to insult his intelligence. "So I didn't see you sneaking out of a crack house on Snyder's Drive...? That wasn't you I saw getting into your Jeep...?"
"Yeah..., it was me..., but I wasn't there for the reasons you think I was..." said Jake.
"Who gives a fuck WHY you were there...?" argued Ellis. "The fact remains that you were in association with the very people we're supposed to be getting off the street! And as a matter of fact..., you impeded on a legal arrest so you could get your hommie off the hook! Now how do you think your precious Captain McConnell would feel about hearing that news...? You think he'll sweep it under the carpet for one of his favorite all stars...? Or will he make an example out of you to save his own ass...?"
"Please, Ellis..., it's not what you think..." pleaded Jake, alternating looking at Ellis and the road ahead. "...I'm not some rogue cop on the take...! I prosmine!"
"No...?" asked Ellis, skeptically. "Then what were you doing there...?!"
"I was..." Jake's voice got caught in his throat as the words refused to materialize. He swallowed hard as his fingers clutched the steering wheel.
Ellis was all ears, curious to hear what Jake's explanation was. As far as he was concerned, there was none. Cops were supposed to stop drugs from coming into his community, not help them along.
"You was what...?" he asked impatiently, as Jake stalled for time. "I'm no fan of McConnell's, but I wonder what he'd say if he knew..."
"I wasn't there to accept money..." continued Jake, interrupting Ellis in mid conversation. "...I was..." he hesitated again, shame washing over him like an icy chill. "...I was there..., to buy drugs!"
"To what...?!" asked Ellis, unsure he heard right.
"I was kidnapped by Tempest some months ago..." explained Jake. "...he held me hostage while he negotiated a deal for Marvin Rollins to testify against your father. While I was under his watch..., Tempest fed me a cocktail of Sextasy, keeping me high while his drug dealers took turns abusing me...!"
"Abusing you...?" asked Ellis, caught up in the story. "Abuse you how...?"
"You know how...!" said Jake, his eyes full of emotion and hurt. "They fucked me!" he blurted, causing Ellis' eyebrows to rise in surprise. "They shot me full of drugs then took turns fucking me for days! For WEEKS! Until the trial started!"
"Does McConnell know...?" asked Ellis, curiously.
"Not everything..." said Jake, regaining his composure as he turned a corner and slowly cruised the block. "...he knows I was held hostage...(The HOLE chap-65). "...but I spared him the gory details!"
"Damn..." said Ellis, staring at Jake in wonderment. "...how'd you ever survive that...? I mean..., if that shit happened to me, I'd be suicidal!"
"I've had my moments..., believe me...!" muttered Jake.
"So..., what's any of that got to do with why you stopped me from arresting that lil' punk...?" inquired Ellis.
"Smooch..., was one of the drug dealers that banged me..." admitted Jake.
"THAT snot nosed kid...???" asked Ellis, recalling how young Smooch looked. "He couldn't be no older then 15!"
"He's 17..." corrected Jake.
"So he says...!" said Ellis, doubtful. "So..., WHY were you there...?"
Jake sighed..., knowing he would have to tell the whole story eventually.
"He's blackmailing me..." said Jake, picking his words carefully. "...he threatened to go to the press and expose me if I didn't continue to..."
"To what...?!" asked Ellis, riveted.
"...to let them..., keep fucking me...!"
"Wait..." said Ellis, wanting to get the story straight. "...Tempest kidnapped, drugged, and had you gang banged by his men until my dad's criminal trial started to negotiate a deal for one of his drug dealers..., and now they're blackmailing you to keep letting them tap that ass or they'll expose you to the press...??" clarified Ellis. "That don't make any sense..., what is Tempest's men, a bunch of fags...?"
"Well..., yeah...!" answered Jake, getting a weird look from Ellis. "Tempest is an openly gay drug dealer, whose line of prostitutes are women impersonators...! Most of his men are either gay or bisexual..., a lot of them became bisexual from prison...! Tempest usually doesn't do business with anyone until they've laid one or more of his tranny hookers, or been laid by Tempest himself!"
"Damn..., talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place...!" said Ellis, before looking back over at Jake questionably. "So how exactly do you go there, knowing they're going to fuck you...? How do you knowingly subject yourself to that...?"
"Well..., I'm usually high when they start..." said Jake, admitting things he never uttered to anyone, even the police psychiatrist. "...so I'm usually feeling pretty good by the time they're finished with me...!"
"And then what..., they just let you go until next time...?" asked Ellis.
"Something like that." said Jake. "So you understand why I couldn't let you arrest Smooch...? He wouldn't ended my career...!"
"No..., I don't understand ANY of it...!" said Ellis, blown away by what he heard.
"You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you...?" asked Jake, pleadingly.
Ellis said nothing as he sat back in his chair and thought. "Ellis, please..." begged Jake. "...I'll..., I'll do anything if you kept my secret...!"
"Anything...?" questioned Ellis, suspiciously. "Anything like what...?"
"Whatever you want..." offered Jake, his heart beating a mile a minute as he slowly reached down and touched Ellis' thigh.
Ellis looked down at Jake's hand, then looked back up into the nervous handsome officer's face. Was Jake offering him sexual favor...?
"Listen asshole..." said Ellis, grabbing and twisting Jake's wrist painfully. "...fuck what you think you know about my father..., I don't roll that way, now or ever!"
"Okay, okay..., I'm sorry...!" whimpered Jake, caressing his sore wrist as he resumed driving. "Please don't tell on me..." he begged. "Please...!"
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NEIMAN MARCUS
The day started early for 27 year old Peaches (Divine), as she was taken on a luxury shopping spree by her new fairy godfather Whinny (The Pooh) Graham!
Pooh took Peaches to all the name brand shops, allowing her to buy whatever she liked. "Money's no object" he told her, buying her leather handbags, dresses, jeans, shoes, blouses, belts, mini-shirts, jewelry, and accessories. Peaches tried on dozens of outfits, trying different looks from outrages to sexy and conservative. "I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman!" she joked, leaving the shops with bags and bags full of brand new clothing, having spent well over $4000 on one spree.
At the end of the day (after hours of shopping), Pooh treated her to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory, buying her the most expensive dinner on the menu.
"This's whut it could be like all tha time...!" he said, toasting her with a glass of wine he couldn't pronounce.
Peaches toasted him back, telling him what a wonderful friend he had been for taking her in and treating her like a queen. "You ARE a queen...!" stated Pooh sincerely, setting his glass down as he got serious. "Tempest did'n kno' whut he had unda his own nose...! He waz a FOOL to let you go...!"
"Well..., he didn't exactly LET me go..." said Peaches, lowering her head in shame. "...I stole his money and moved to Florida, remember...?"
"Money he no doubt OWED you...!" argued Pooh. "You waz with Tempest from tha very beginnin'..., b'fo he had ANYthin'! That nigga owed you juss for bein' there through thick n'thin!"
"Well..., that's not the way HE saw it..." countered Peaches, looking down into her seafood dish.
"Ovcourse not..., cuz he's an idiot!" said Pooh, frankly. "If you waz MY woman..., you would'n've had to steal nothin'..., it all would'a been there for you to use whenever and however you wanted! Tempest keep you workin' on tha streetz when he should'a had you runnin' them hoes! YOU should'a been tha one trainin' em..., teachin' em how to walk n'dress, n'act like REAL women! Whut tha fuck HE kno' bout puttin' on makeup and wearin' wigs? That should'a been yur job!"
Peaches said nothing as she merely sat and listened. "Tempest's biggest mistake waz in underestimatin' whut he had in you...! He should'a been treatin' you like a partner, not a hoe! If you waz with me..." he added, taking her head from across the table. "...you would'n hafta work anotha day in yur life! You would be sittin' by my side as my queen!"
"Pooh..." said Peaches, flattered by his kind words...
"I've always liked you, Peaches..., ever since tha first time I saw ya...! (chap-21 Precinct-23). I waz attracted to you, even when I did'n wanna be! I knew ya waz a guy in drag, and every instinct told me a chick wit a dik don't mix! Bit it waz sumthin' about you..., sumthin' that said badass! I liked it rite from tha start! I always thought you were too good for Tempest! He's a lowlife! He neva hadda mother, so he don't kno' how to treat a woman! He thinks you all'r a buncha hoes!"
"I can't argue with that..." laughed Peaches, knowing Tempest's background better than anyone (as told in the title story: PEACHES in the transsexual/TV section of Nifty.org).
"I'm serious, boo! You need sumone to look afta you! Sumone who'll treat you rite!" said Pooh, sincerely. Peaches watched as he reached into his pocket, then pulled out a small black box...
"Oh my god..." muttered Peaches to herself nervously, tears starting to swell in her eyes...
"If you waz still a guy, I would'n be able to do this..." said Pooh, nervous himself. "...but since you a woman now..., I don't see why we can't make it official...?"
With that, Pooh opened the tiny black box, exposing a fat diamond ring tucked away neatly inside. "I kno' I ain't tha most handsomest man inna world..., but you ain't gonna find nobody that'll respect ya more than me...! Peaches..., will you marry me...?"
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SOUTH PHILLY
It'd been several days since Maleece's encounter in the Peepshow Palace, and Maleece found himself driving by everyday on his way from work, checking to see if he saw Tony's royal blue Mercedes parked out front. When he didn't see the Mercedes, he'd breathe a sigh of relief, then drive home to his boyfriend Jake. Maleece sometimes found himself dreading going home, living with Jake was becoming increasingly strained, neither spoke unless spoken to, losing the ability to hold simple conversations. Jake believed the problems lay with him and his secret drug use, while Maleece believed it revolved around his own secret shames, starting with what happened to him at the Prison Plantation (the HOLE chaps-68 & 79).
He drove by the peepshow in Columbus Boulevard, expecting a repeat of previous nights when he suddenly stopped shot upon noticing the royal blue Mercedes with the distinctive "T-O-N-Y" license plate. With traffic beeped at him angrily as he wheeled his car into a nearby parking spot and got out. His dick was already tenting the front of his pants as he made his way through the front entrance, his detective eye quickly scanning the room for his target. He spotted Tony, going into one of the back booths. Maleece wasted no time following, ducking into the adjoining booth. As soon as he closed the door he crouched to his knees, peering through the circled gloryhole where he saw Tony rubbing the front of his slacks while viewing the live nude girls show through the two way mirrors. Maleece let his presence known as he tapped upon the dividing wall. Tony looked down at the hole, noticing the cocksucker on the other side.
"That you...?" asked Tony, only seeing Maleece's lips at the hole.
"Yeah..." said Maleece in a heated moan, his cock near ready to burst inside his pants.
"I was hoping you'd be here..." said Tony, unzipping his trousers as he freed his hardon.
Maleece's heart fluttered as the cock aimed towards his hole, then pushed through. Maleece watched as the cock came through, its head and hard shaft already engorged with blood as it sought immediate relief. Maleece wasted no time wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth. "awww yeah, cocksucker..., I've been needing this all day..." groaned Tony in satisfaction. He leaned into the wall, pressing his entire cock through to the other side, giving his unseen worshiper every inch of his 8" mantool.
Maleece could taste the distinctive flavor of Tony's dick as soon as it touched inside of his mouth. He swabbed the head with his tongue before inching his lips down the shaft, sliding the flat of his tongue along the underbelly as he slowly bobbed his head back and forth expertly. Remembering his training in the Prison Plantation, he relaxed his throat muscles enough to allow the head passage into his throat. "Oh fuck yeeeaaahhh..." moaned Tony, loving the way the hot mouth felt on his dick. His uncle (Paul Vincelli) had been right about a man's mouth being the same as a woman's `in the dark'. If Tony hadn't already known a guy was on the other side (having met the handsome Maleece face to face in chap-5) giving him head, he wouldn't have ever been able to tell. With a panel wall erected between them, all Tony could feel was a hot mouth and wet tongue sliding firmly up and down the length of his swollen pud. He knew if given enough time he would definitely dump another hot load in the cocksucker's mouth.
But Tony wanted something more tonight...
Maleece was surprised when after only a few minutes of happily sucking, he felt the cock suddenly pulled from his mouth and back through the hole. He peered back into the round gloryhole, hoping Tony hadn't had a change of mind. He was surprised (again) when he suddenly saw the Italian man's face appear by the hole. "Hey..., do you get fucked...?" asked Tony, curiously.
"Huh...?" responded Maleece, thrown by the question.
"I've been wonderin' what it's like to fuck another guy..." explained Tony, wanting to become more experienced like his uncle and the black drug dealers at his uncle's meeting (chap-4). "...do YOU get fucked...?"
Maleece instantly had flashbacks to his experiences at the Plantation. Images of himself getting raped repeatedly in the back of moving van flashed through his mind like pictures on a projector. The pain of those memories came recalling back as quickly as the memories themselves. While Maleece's asshole tightened and flexed at the memoies, other (more pleasant) memories began to take over. Memories of Malik eating his ass and slowly sliding his dick into him. Maleece felt his body starting to desire that feeling again as he wondered what Tony's cock would feel like in his ass? "Well...?" asked Tony, impatiently.
"Yeah..., I get fucked..." Maleece heard himself saying even before his mind was made up.
"Come on over..., I'm unlockin' my door...!" ordered Tony, wanting to do this face to face.
Maleece felt his heart lodge in his throat. He'd dealt with drug dealers, murderers, woman abusers, child molesters, Aryans, Mandingos, and Rootboiz from prison..., but he'd never felt more nervous about doing anything more than he was right now.
Maleece slowly got up off his knees, and unlocked the door to his booth before exiting. The dick in his pants had softened do to nerves as he reached for the handle on Tony's booth. The door opened easily as he pushed it open and walked in. "I don't have long..." said Tony, his hard cock still sticking out of his pants.
Maleece felt like an excited teenager.
"Neither do I..." he said (not knowing why I said that). In the background behind the glass mirror he could see the two female dancers dancing provocatively with each other, sharing the same dancer's pole as the circled each other erotically. Maleece was glad they couldn't see him, and what was about to happen to him.
Almost immediately Tony's hand reached for Maleece's ass, the large mound of his I.D. Badge blocking the Italian's molesting grope.
"What's that..., yur wallet...?" asked Tony, curiously.
"uh..., yeah...!" answered Maleece, undoing his pants so they would fell down under his ass for better access. Tony's hand returned, molesting the officer's right butt cheek through the fabric of his loose fitting boxers. "You got any rubbers...?"
"Oh..., uh, no..." answered Maleece, not giving rubbers a thought.
"I'll go get one at the counter..." offered Tony, tucking his hardon back into his pants.
"And buy some lube...!" suggested Maleece, knowing it would make it easier.
"Be undressed and ready for this cock when I get back!" ordered Tony, exiting the booth.
Maleece paused for a second, deciding if he indeed wanted to go through with this experience? His heart was beating a mile a minute in his chest, anxiety practically knocking at the door. He only had a few seconds to bolt before Tony returned, expecting to get up into some faggot ass. Maleece's head was telling him to run, to save his manhood and his dignity by getting the hell out of there before he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life! Yet something else inside him dared him to go through with it, to grab the bull by the horns and ride it til he came all over himself with excitement. Remembering how good Malik's dick once felt in his asshole gave Maleece the nudge he needed to start undressing.
Tony Vincelli walked up to the clerk's counter (his hard cock poking a definite tent in his pants) and ordered a box of condoms and lubricant. The clerk never bat an eye as he reached for the mentioned items without hesitation, but the customer standing beside Tony couldn't help admiring his cock bulge. Tony gave the man a unfriendly look before paying for the items and disappearing back down the aisle. He rushed back to the booth, looking to get the task over with quickly. When he pushed the door open, he was glad to see the faggot undressed, lying back on a stool with his legs spread.
Tony locked the door behind him, then proceeded to unfasten his pants and free his cock again. His cock spilled out into the open, eager to move into its new home. He ripped open one of the condoms and rolled it down onto his dick. He opened the small tube of anal lube, then anointed a generous amount to his wrapped cock and Maleece's tight puckered asshole. Maleece lifted his legs instinctively, exposing his hairy ass as Tony's fingers rubbed against his puckered bud. He gasped out loud when Tony's finger unexpectedly slipped inside, penetrating him up to the third knuckle.
"Shit that's tight!" groaned Tony, excited.
"Take it easy, man..., I don't do this kinda shit often...!" advised Maleece, looking up into Tony's face as he pressed his head back against the 2way glass.
Tony mumbled an inaudible response as he removed his finger and anxiously aimed his condom covered cock up to the hole and began to press inward. "Hey..." said Maleece firmer, placing his hand on Tony's chest to stop him and get his undivided attention. "...I'm serious man..., I've only been fucked a few times! Take it easy...!"
"Okay!" said Tony annoyed, looking into Maleece's eyes.
Maleece relaxed his hand as he allowed Tony to continue. He closed his eyes and waited for the initial pain he knew would be intense as Tony dropped his gaze down between Maleece's legs and touched his cock head up to his greased hole. Without further ado he started to push in, forcing his dick into the officer's ass.
"UUURRHHH...!!" grunted Maleece, feeling that initial POP of his tight anal ring.
He bit his lower lip, trying to bare the pain as his asshole fought against the invader. Tony was not used to using the backdoor (especially on a man) as he tried to shove his entire cock in as quickly he usually did his women friends, but his cock couldn't penetrate the tight fighting manhole as quickly or as deeply as he wanted. He only managed to get a couple of inches inside before Maleece's hole seized up on him, limiting his depth.
Tony (sensing trouble) pulled back an inch or so, then re-sank his cock inward, burying a few more inches inside. "ARRRRHHH...!!" groaned Maleece in pain, clenching his teeth as the cock bore through him. Tony gripped a strong hold on Maleece's waist and held him down captive as he fed his asshole the rest of his meaty dick. He pulled and pushed his way through the anus, slowly drilling himself in deeper with every stroke. Finally after several attempts, he managed to sheath his entire staff as Maleece's hole clamped down and locked around Tony's cock base.
"Oh damn that's tight as fuck...!" moaned Tony, loving the way the hole squeezed around his base like a vice grip. The hole was almost painfully tight, as Tony began to slowly pump back and forth.
"AHH shit...! Go SLOW man...!" warned Maleece, his head back against the glass as his legs were raised high in the air.
Tony watched his dick slowly extend from the sucking hole before pushing it back up inside. He liked watching his dick sliding through the hole, the tight anal lips gripping his meaty manhood as the long black ass hairs clang to his greased condom.
Maleece bared the pain as he allowed Tony access into his body. He knew from experience that the pain would lessen (hopefully), becoming more durable as time passed on. He largely relied on his experience with Malik, as having been his only pleasurable anal experience. Sure Malik was more experienced at anal sex than both Maleece and Tony, but Maleece had fucked Jake often enough to know that getting anally fucked had to feel good, or else no one would allow it to happen.
He was so busy concentrating on relaxing and keeping anus opened (as Malik had taught him), that he hadn't even realized his own cock had swelled up to complete erection until he looked down and saw it drooling pre-cum all over his abs.
"Damn, this's good...!" moaned Tony, fucking easier as Maleece's hole started to relax.
Maleece felt a great deal of pressure ease up in his rectum as the rhythmic pumping caused his anus to soften. Maleece started to feel good as his asshole became accustomed to the cock. He could resist grabbing his swollen manhood and whacking it ferociously as he got fucked. This was like a dream come true. A long awaiting fantasy. He looked up and saw Tony staring down between his legs, watching his cock slide back and forth, burying it over and over again up his backside with every inward plunge. Maleece could barely contain his inner excitement when his cock suddenly started hosing cum all over his bare hairy stomach and chest.
Tony watched as the cum shot out of Maleece's cock in force. It secretly pleased him that he got the faggot off merely by fucking him. With studly pride he began pounding into Maleece's ass, holding his legs up as he slammed his pelvic bone into his ass repeatedly.
Maleece made dozens of tiny moans and grunts, feeling the fuck thrust increase with strength as Tony got closer to dumping his own load. He knew the man had reached the point of no return when Tony slammed all the way in and held it there as his dick began to twitch and jerk inside, filling the condom with cum.
"UHH...! UHH...! UHH...! UHH...! UHH...! UHHH...! UHHHHH...! AARRHH...!" groaned Tony, squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth gapped open with passion.
For several minutes the two men lay locked together, both having spew their loads. Tony was the first to recover as he slowly removed his cock, the soiled rubber filled with his body's essence as it sagged low and heavy off the end of his dick. He peeled off the condom, then dropped it into a corner of the booth before stepping back and tucking his softened prick into his pants.
Maleece lowered his legs as he watched Tony tuck his shirt and zip up. "Thanks man..., see you next week, same time and place...?" asked the handsome Italian, eager to get on with the rest of his night.
"uh..., yeah, sure..." answered Maleece, as Tony turned, unlocked the door, and exited...
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