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Author's note: Thanks to all for waiting patiently for follow-ups!
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rey Curtis was sprawled out on Hector Salazar's bed with the other man atop him. Their bodies were gyrating against the other, with lips and tongues moving against and within the other. Rey had a hand lowered down between Salazar's ass cheeks and was working one finger within Salazar's tight ring.
"Mmmmm," Salazar whimpered as the digit breached the ring and burrowed deep, too the knuckle. Salazar twitched his bubble butt as Rey's finger stroked to the hot pink convulsing tissue quivering about the digit.
Rey's lips moved hungrily against Salazar's, his free hand rising up over Salazar's head and mussing his thick dark hair. Rey slowly withdrew the finger from the ring and Salazar whimpered again shaking his head at the emptiness.
"Nmmmmmmm," Salazar bucked his hips, his butt rising, demanding the return of the finger. Rey thrust his tongue deep within Salazar's hot wet lips and allowed his lover to suck around it. He inched the fingers back down between the perfect globes and pressed the tips of two digits against the quivering puckering ass lips.
"Hmmm Mmmmmm," Rey hissed against Salazar's suckling lips as he gently forced the two digits between the ring, stretching it and working his fingers deeper.
"Mnmphhhhhh," Salazar whimpered squeezing his rectum muscles tight about the two hot searching digits. He bucked his hips again and Rey's fingers gently massaged the ring, preparing it for entry of his thick cock.
The sudden intrusion of a cell phone ring tone cut through the air causing Rey to tense. Salazar reached down around and tried to hold Rey's fingers deep within his chute, shaking his head negatively against the ring tone.
Rey reluctantly pulled his lips away from Salazar's who tried to continue the embrace by kissing along Rey's hard slash of cheek bone and chin.
"Baby," Rey tried to console gently. "I've got to get that."
"Nooooo," Salazar ran his lips from Rey's chin down along the column of his neck to his shoulder where he pressed his face hotly.
"I have to baby," Rey gently prodded so Salazar would roll off of him.
Salazar reluctantly did, sitting at the side of the bed, flushed, disappointed and turned on like hell. He looked down at the boner jutting up through the open fly and button of his jeans. Rey rolled off of the bed and sauntered through to the living room for his discarded cell phone. Salazar watched him move through the door and sighed. Hoping for the best, Salazar pushed the denim down along his muscular legs and off of his feet. He glanced at the alarm clock on the floor and reached down to swipe it up and place it atop the night stand.
Rey returned to the bedroom a few minutes later with a bit of a frown on his sexy lips. "Babe," he gently explained. "I've got to go." He reached down and began buttoning up his shirt.
"Why?" Salazar frowned and cast him a quick glance before looking down to the floor.
"That was my wife," Rey explained tucking the ends of the shirt back down beneath the waistband of his jeans.
"Oh," Salazar felt a twist of jealousy.
"Its one of daughters," Rey explained as he looked at Salazar. He was disappointed as well. "My youngest daughter has a fever." He explained.
"My wife is taking her to the emergency room." He sighed. "I told her that I'd meet her there. Rey felt a bit torn between his desire for Salazar and his obligation to his family.
"I understand," Salazar nodded. It wasn't as if Rey was choosing his wife over him. His daughter needed her father.
"Yeah?" Rey pressed grimly.
"Yeah," Salazar rose from the bed and moved to Rey. He grinned sheepishly, "besides," he shrugged, "we'll have more to make up for.....the next time."
Rey sneered smugly and tilted his head back cockily, "damn straight!" He reached out and pulled Salazar against him, wrapping his hard muscular arms around his lover. He gently kissed Salazar and then rubbed his cheek along Salazar's. "Next time," he hissed into Salazar's ear, "I'm gonna' fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk." Rey gently caught Salazar's earlobe between his teeth and tugged on it.
"Hunh," Salazar grunted in humor, "well you better be prepared for my hot ass to ride that cock raw!"
Rey chuckled and gently patted Salazar's rump before pulling away. "I'll hold you to that," he nodded again, still quite smug.
Salazar gave Rey a gently grin. "You better get to the hospital," he prodded in assurance.
"Yeah," Rey nodded reluctantly dragging his gaze from Salazar's sexy form. "I better," he sighed moving through to the hall.
Elliot Stabler was lounging back on the end of his sofa, completely nude. Brian Cassidy was sprawled across the sofa equally nude, his head resting upon Elliot's lap. His face was turned toward the TV. Both men were watching some NFL game on ESPN but with only half concentration. Cassidy's cheek was gently rubbing against Stabler's long cock, stirring it a bit. Elliot gently stroked the top of Cassidy's forehead with one hand while resting the other along the back of the couch.
"What are you thinking babe?" Elliot broke the silence with the light question.
Cassidy sighed and turned his head so he could gently kiss Elliot's semi hard cock. "This," he turned back a bit to look up at Elliot with a cheeky grin, "rammed up my ass."
"Yeah?" Elliot grinned but then thought of Hawk and his earlier accusations. "Say," Elliot broached, "guess who I ran into today?"
"Who?" Cassidy turned his head back toward the TV and rubbed his cheek against Elliot's cock again.
"Hawk," Elliot tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. "You remember him."
Cassidy made a face. "Yeah," he grumbled, "the grizzled old dude who stinks of booze and cigarettes."
"Hey," Elliot chided moving the arm from the back of the couch to gently swat at Cassidy's bubble butt. "He isn't that much older than me!"
Cassidy grinned, "you're different."
"Different?" Elliot prodded with one brow uplifted.
"Sexy, smart...a fantastic lover....the whole package."
Elliot heaved a sigh of relief and chuckled, "the whole package, hunh?"
"Hmm mmm," he rubbed his cheek against Elliot's growing boner again. "Right now though," Cassidy turned and lifted his head a bit, "the package I'm interested in is this." Cassidy licked Elliott's cock head before drawing it between his lips.
"Oooooooo," Elliot twisted a bit on the seat as Cassidy sucked his cock to the back of his throat. "Babyyyyy," he hissed.
Cassidy slipped his lips all the way down the thick hot shaft until his nose pressed against Elliot's pelvis. He opened the back of his throat and gulped around the head of the shaft. The rapid breath from his nostril fanned Elliott flat pelvis and trimmed pubes. Cassidy twisted his lips around the root, snorting and slurping against the rod. His tongue whirled around the length, enjoying the veins that pulsed against his tongue.
Elliot inhaled sharply, his massive chest and pecs expanding before he released the rush between his pursed lips. "Ooooohhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh!"
Cassidy gulped loudly around the shaft and snorted again. Elliot moved his hands to the back of Cassidy's head and tugged at his brown hair, urging his lover to work harder against his hard shaft. Cassidy pulled his lips up along the meaty tube until just the head was caught between his tight twisting lips. He traced the rim with the tip of his tongue and Elliot tugged harder on his hair. Abruptly, he took the shaft back down to the hit and snorted audibly before bringing his lips back up the length. He quickly repeated this, setting a quick pace as his head bobbed up and down along the rod, his lips twisting and pursing over the meat. Each time more of Elliot's shaft was exposed, it glistened with more of Cassidy's spittle. Elliot's trimmed pubes were damp with rivulets of the spittle escaping Cassidy's pursed lips.
"God babe," Elliot groaned throwing his head back against the back of the couch and bucking his hips up from the couch. The cap of Stabler's cock pressed roughly against the back of Cassidy's throat for a moment and Brian nearly choked before opening his throat more. He snorted and bobbed faster up and down the throbbing shaft. Pre-cum was leaking profusely from Elliot's piss slit against the length of Brian's tongue. He slurped it up but some escaped the rim of his mouth and drizzled down his chin and Elliot's thick rod.
"I'm close babe," Elliot warned as he put pressure on the back of Cassidy's head with his hands. "Oh God Bri'," Elliot gasped. HIs balls drew up a bit and seemed to twist. "Oh God," Elliot gasped as his balls pinched and churned. "Arggggggggggggggggggg," he lifted his hips higher until the head of his cock was pressed against the back of Brian's throat. A hot rush of cum was jettison through the spasming shaft, pursing the piss slit and hit the back of Cassidy's throat.
"Mnmph," Cassidy nearly choked but swallowed as rapidly as he could, the warm seed thick and viscous, coating his throat.
"Eat itttttttt Bri'," Elliot grunted with each churn and expulsion of ropes of spoog from his shaft. "Eat it babe!"
"Mnmph," Cassidy gulped and gulped and gulped the jets of cum burning the back of his throat. He breathed loudly through his nose as he swallowed and some spoog came up one of Cassidy's flared nostrils and rolled to his lips.
Elliot bucked higher as his balls twisted rawly, expelling the last wave of man juice. "Ughhhh," he groaned tensely as the last strings were rocketed inside Cassidy's wet sucking mouth. Elliot collapsed back against the couch and expelled a heavy rush of breath from his pursed lips. "Nice," he muttered breathlessly after a moment.
Cassidy concentrated on slurping up every drop, laving Elliot's spent cock clean with swipes of his tongue. When at last he pulled away, he grinned up at Elliot. Elliot hauled Cassidy's upper body closer and dipped a bit to lick up his own sperm from Cassidy's lips before kissing him hotly, snaking his tongue between Cassidy's soft lips to taste more of his man seed.
The abrupt ring tone of Elliot's cell broke the revere.
Elliot lifted his head. "Aww hell," he growled irritably. He swiped up the phone from the end table and read the incoming call number. "Olivia," he mumbled to Brian who really wasn't paying attention as he lowered his head again and was licking the drizzles of spoog from Elliot warm flat pelvis and pubes.
"Yeah," Elliot greeted none too gently, switching on the connection.
"Elliot," Olivia's voice carried through the cell. "Am I interrupting something?"
Elliot eased a bit as Cassidy continued to lick and rub his face against Elliot's pelvis and ripped stomach. "Nah," Elliot offered in a more civil tone. "What's up Liv'?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Sure," Elliot agreed casually. "'This about work?" Elliot ran his free hand up over the top of Cassidy's head affectionately.
"Well," Olivia hedged, "not exactly."
"Ok," Elliot responded slowly a bit leery. "When?"
"Tonight," Olivia hedged again.
Elliot frowned but expelled a rush of breath due to Cassidy lifting a bit and running his lips up toward Elliot's chest. "Uh," he shivered as Cassidy's tongue swiped at one of his hard nipples. "Sure." Elliot pressed Cassidy closer to his chest and Brian caught the nipple between his teeth and gently tugged at it. Elliot squirmed upon the couch and clutched at the cell a bit more tightly. "W....where are you?"
"Well," Olivia's tone turned a bit sheepish. "I'm parked right out side of your house on the street."
"Uh," Cassidy released the nipple and moved his face and lips across to the matching nub. "Yeah," Elliot shivered again from the rough caress of Brian's tongue against his turgid male pap. "C....can you...uh," Elliot squirmed again and drew Cassidy's head tight against the burning flesh of his pecs, "give me...a...minute?"
"Sure," Olivia offered in a humorous tone, no doubt aware of the reason for Elliot's guttural responses. "See you in a few." Olivia clicked off the line.
"Bri'," Elliot shifted a bit, still clutching the cell. "Bri," he released in a hiss as Brian chewed a bit more on each of the nips.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured against Elliot's hard pecs as he pursed his lips around one of the hard nubs.
"Bri," Elliot tried to be more assertive.
"Yeahhhhhhh," Cassidy drew his lips along to the lower ridge between Elliot's hard mounds of pectoral muscle.
"Olivia needs to talk," he lifted his free hand and caught Cassidy's chin in the light grip. He tilted Brian's face up to meet his gaze. "Babe, she's waiting outside."
Cassidy frowned, a bit in petulant disappointment and a bit in surprise at Olivia's urgency. "Outside," he mumbled.
"Yeah," Elliot murmured lowly as he ran the thumb of the hand holding Cassidy's chin along his lover's soft lower lip.
"Is everything alright?" Brian lapped against the pad of Elliot's thumb.
Elliot shrugged, "'Don't know."
Cassidy sighed in dejection and moved off of Elliot to sit on the opposite end of the couch. "But she needs to talk," Cassidy tried to sound cheerful but he couldn't completely conceal his disappointment.
Elliot grinned, shaking his head reprovingly. "Babe, we have all night," he reminded.
Brian gave a wiry grin as he nodded. "I know..." He reached for the TV remote on the coffee table and began flipping through the channels. "You better get out there," Cassidy hedged, "she's waiting."
"Yeah," Elliot nodded as he walked toward the door. Stopping a moment, he pulled on a jacket and reached for the door knob.
"Elliot," Cassidy's voice caused Stabler to pause and look back at his lover on the couch.
Cassidy was twisted and pulled up a bit over the back of the couch. "I don't want you to exchange reports about my performance in the bedroom." Brian broke into a humorous grin while Eliott rolled his eyes and made a bit of a face before pulling open the door.
Fin Tutuola grimaced at his son. "I can't believe you agreed to go to this thing." He frowned. "You do understand that it's a bit more than just a bunch of brotha's sittin' around playing poker?"
"I'm not stupid pops," his son screwed his face up in disdain.
"Yeah," Fin hedged, "but you didn't have to volunteer my acceptance."
"Why so uptight?" his son hedged with a grin.
"Don't get me wrong," Fin demurred, "I haven't got an issue with fuckin' around with another dude."
"No shit," his son chuckled as he scooted closer between Fin's outstretched legs.
"Yeah well," Fin looked down from his vantage on the sofa to his son kneeled between his hairy legs. "Bein' up front about man sex is one thing, but pretendin' shit isn't goin' on when it damn well really is....." Fin grimaced, "that's totally different."
"Well," his son dipped his head a bit and sucked fin's large red cock head between his lips and licked the rim with the tip of his tongue. Fin lifted his arms up above his head and stretched as he expelled a hot rush of breath from his lips. Fin's son let his cock head slip from his lips.
"A bj from one gay dude is no different than from another."
"Yeah," Fin chided with distaste, "but these brotha's aren't gay," he mocked in twisted humor, "they're on the DL."
"Who gives a shit," his son shrugged, "as long as I get some big black cock," he reveled.
"Yeah," Fin gruffly prodded, "why don't you concentrate on the one in front of your face right now?"
"Yeah dad?" his son teased, "you like your fag boi son's lips wrapped around this," he grasped Fin's cock around the base with one fist, "big motha'?"
"I think that you and I," he bucked his hips pressing his flared cock head against his son's lips, "have a shit load of father son bonding to make up for."
A chuckle came from deep within his son's throat as he parted his lips and sucked in his father's thick brown dick.
"That's it boy," Fin inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, "work this daddy dick with that hot mouth."
His son obliged, slipping his tight ring of lips down along the rigid contour of his father's hefty rod. He gulped and opened the back of his throat as he took it all the way down to the root. Twisting his head to take in more, his nose rubbed against his old man's flat but soft stomach.
"Damn," Fin chuckled, "you sure know how to suck cock!"
"Mmmmmmmm," he murmured as he sucked hard against the shaft, feeling the veins pump forcefully with blood against his tongue. His mouth was stretched wide around his pop's thick dick. He inhaled deeply and swirled his tongue like a snake around the throbbing meat. Fin's legs tensed at the slithering sensation of his son's rough tongue against his rod. He marveled at the way his boy practically worshipped thick man meat. He was mighty proud of his son at the moment, mighty proud that his boy could suck dick so well.
"Suck this motha'," Fin urged forcing his head closer with his hands at the back of his son's head.
"Mnmph," Fin's son snorted loudly and his throat muscles gripped Fin's cock head. The elder man shivered as his son sucked harder against his rod. The boy's tongue swiped hotly against a vein, tracing the length of the shaft back to the pulsing head leaking pre-cum at the back of his throat. The boy's Adam's apple convulsed up and down a bit as he swallowed the drizzle of semi-clear liquid.
"Work that mouth boy," Fin encouraged moving his hands down to rub against his son's shoulder blades.
The younger Otuoloa twisted his lips a bit around the trunk like base. Spittle smeared and drizzled a bit from his lips. He snorted again and convulsed his throat muscles tighter about Fin's pulsing cap. Moving his hands from atop his father's thick hairy thighs, he slid them down between to catch his father's big nads between his fingers and gently rolled them.
"Oh," Fin shivered abruptly at the sensation.
The boy palmed them and gently massaged them, trying to work the load he wanted faster. It felt as Fin's entire lower body was on fire as his balls were palmed by his son. Fin's toes curled as his boy flecked his tongue along the underside of his shaft.
"Boy," he growled, "you're going to eat a fuckin' huge load!"
"Mmmmmmmm," the younger Otuola purred keeping the shaft buried to the hilt. His throat muscles convulsed and constricted expertly as more pre-cum seeped from the piss slit. Sliding one hand low behind his dad's nads, he inched the fingers up between Fin's butt cheeks.
"Oh," Fin shivered abruptly as his son's fingers pressed against the rim of his shit hole.
"Mnmph," the boy gurgled in pleasure as two of his fingers worked up the tight muscled chute rim and burrowed deep. Fin clenched his rectum muscles around the invading digits as they slithered deeper and low until they struck Fin's pulsing prostrate. Fin bucked his hips roughly and the boy choked briefly as the cock head inched a few millimeters deeper to his gullet. He snorted again and held his lips to the root.
Fin wiggled his butt as his son's digits made him feel full as they rubbed his prostate again. He jerked a bit and clenched tighter around the probing fingers. Buried to the knuckles, the boy rubbed and pressed evenly against the prostate in an even rhythm. Fin swallowed down the dryness of his throat as his balls churned wildly. He was close. He could definitely tell that by the way his thigh muscles were tensing. The boy was holding tight so there was no reason to warn him. He wanted to eat his old man's spoog and Fin wanted him to eat it.
The boy felt Fin's balls abruptly draw up tightly and he tightened the rim of his lips around the bulky base of shaft. Fin's balls twisted savagely, his thighs tensed and his hips bucked a bit as the nads forced the rush of spoog up through the expanding shaft.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Fin pressed his head back hard against the back of the couch as his cock head expanding and expelled rocketing waves of man seed against the back of his son's throat.
"Mnmph," the boy gurgled and choked as the jets of spoog blasted his throat. He swallowed and gulped hard barely tasting the thick viscous seed. His throat was a waterfall of spoog with churning rapids expelled by his father's stretched piss slit.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hellllllllllllllllllll," Fin lowered his arms about and twisted his hands atop the back of the couch. His balls churned and thrust ropes of spoog forcefully, but his boy kept up and took it all. Fin shivered a bit as his balls felt like one hundred needles were poking it as the last strings of seed were twisted from his scrotum. "Fuck," Fin twisted his face uncomfortably. "yeahhhhhhhh."
The boy gulped and swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down rapidly with each slurp. He choked a bit but slurped it all down expertly. He held his father's shaft deep within his throat until the last dribbles were released. Swallowing one last time, he inhaled deeply but still nursed on his father's softening prong.
Fin chuckled gazing down at his boy suckling his shaft like a baby. "Those fuckin' DL brothers don't know what they're gettin' themselves into!"
Captain James Deakins was prowling the halls of the precinct late. He'd decided to do an all-nighter to make up for an extra day he'd be taking off later in the week. He'd tried to work but trouble was, he was horny as hell. He'd wandered to some of the johns throughout the building hoping to catch a late night cruiser like he had on other evenings but tonight he'd scored zip. Fuck! His ass was really hungry for some stud cock!
Wandering back through to the near empty squad room, he meandered through to his office busying himself with unimportant filing and such.
"Late night Captain?"
Deakins turned to look over his shoulder at the sound of the intrusion. A Latin man stood nonchalantly in his office door frame. Deakins didn't recognize him but took in his sexy chiseled good looks and hunky muscular body.
Deakins cleared his throat and spoke as professionally as possible. "Can I help you....uh?"
"Sandoval," he smoothly supplied, "Mike Sandoval, I started today. We met earlier this afternoon."
"Ah," Deakins nodded recalling the introductions. He was surprised he hadn't noted how sexy this Sandoval was earlier. Deakins briefly glanced at the man's basket. Damn! Pretty damn big cock! He must have missed that because he'd just been fucked raw by that black stud Green. "What are you still doing here?" Deakins queried awkwardly. Fucking around with officers from other precincts was one thing, but a member of his own squad.....hell no!
Sandoval gave the Captain a lopsided grin and casually crossed his thick muscular arms before his broad chest, "just checkin' out my new surroundings."
"And?" Deakins tried to sound as off handed as possible.
Sandoval nodded lowering his gaze to the growing mound within Deakins' slacks, "I think I like what I see."
Deakins tensed, flushing brightly before quickly turning his back to the sexy smug forthright cop. "Yes well," he cleared his throat again, "I'm sure you'll grow accustomed to our division."
"Yeah," Sandoval nodded zeroing in on Deakins tight bubble butt contoured in the snug fitting slacks, "I'm definitely going to like it here."
Deakins gazed at the files before him atop one of his filing cabinets but barely made out the print, his mind and senses focused on the sexy cop. The sound of the door closing tightly gave Deakins the impression that the cop had left, but Sandoval was now standing within the closed confines of the office. Without a word, he sauntered over to the Captain, stopping only when the bulge of his hard cock ground against the Captain's hot ass. Deakins tensed but didn't move.
"'Heard a lot about this division," Sandoval murmured low into Deakins' ear.
"W...we're proud of our work here." Deakins felt the sweat forming on his forehead as he fought the urge to press his butt back against the grinding cock.
"Hmm mmmm," Sandoval bucked his hips a bit harder against the Captain's tight ass. "'Heard a bit about you...sir," he chuckled low. He lowered his arms and lightly gripped Deakins hips. "'Heard you have a thing for the dark meat."
The blood was pounding within Deakins ears. He wanted that cock up his chute bad....so damn bad.......But it was unprofessional. "Lt. Sandoval...." he spluttered.
"'Not as dark as you like," he gently tugged Deakins hips back to grind his cock harder against the Captain's sweet perfect mounds. "But I've got plenty of meat to feed this hot ass," he murmured.
"L...Lt. Sandoval," Deakins spoke grimly, "I don't think......"
"I think," Sandoval murmured, his mouth mere millimeters from Deakins ear, "that you want to take a ride on this." He bucked again, a bit harder this time.
Deakins own cock was raging, tenting his slacks obscenely. The Captain colored but desperately tried to stick to his rule.
"Lt. Sandoval," Deakins closed his eyes trying to vanquish the vision of the hot Latino's cock slamming into his hole. "Even if these 'rumors' were true, I'm your superior."
"Superior ass is more like it," Sandoval chuckled as he gently patted one of Deakins' cheeks with the palm of a hand. "But," he murmured confidently, "I see no reason why my fucking this sweet ass would interfere with our working relationship." He snorted in humor, "hell. If I knew that my reward was going to be this tight ass, I can guarantee I'll be the most dedicated....and satisfied cop on your beat."
"Lt......"
"Tell me how much you want it," Sandoval encouraged in a light growl. Tell me how you want to feel my thick cock splitting your creamy ass wide open." He lifted one arm and gently run the tips of his fingers along Deakins' cheek bone. "Hmm?" he prodded.
"Lt. Sandoval," Deakins gripped the handle on the top filing cabinet drawer tightly. "I think that you should...."
"Fuck this ass?" he teased.
Deakins frowned. "I think that you should....."
"Make you ride me until your pretty little ass is raw?" He moved the hand around Deakins' face, along his cheek bone until he caught the Captain's chin gently in the grip of his hand. Sandoval moved his other hand up along Deakins' thigh, up higher around the front of the man's flat stomach. His hand gently covered the hand grasping the file cabinet drawer handle and gently unlaced the Captain's grip on the cold metal only to drag Deakins' hand low and back to rub against Sandoval's straining boner. "Feel how much I want this ass." He encouraged as Deakins moved his fingers along the length of the straining boner beneath the man's denim jeans on his own accord.
Deakins chewed the bottom of his lip in confusion mingled with desire. The man's cock was huge. He could only imagine how it would feel ripping his quim open. Fuck! Incredible! It was nearly the middle of the night. No one would know. He could just bend over his desk and offer up his ass. He could almost feel the thick Latin shaft sliding up his ass already. He did want it. He.....
A light rap against the Captain's closed door brought Deakins back to his sensibility. With Sandoval momentarily distracted, Deakins easily slipped away from him and rounded his office to open the door, gladly.
Mike Logan took a step into the door frame but stopped and looked from this new easy going Sandoval person and the tight flustered appearance of the Captain. His eyes narrowed speculatively. "Am I...interrupting something?"
"No, no," Deakins shook his head. "I was just giving Lt. Sandoval a brief run down of the way things are handled within this division."
Sandoval grinned broadly. "And I'm sure I'll get a good grasp of things," he cast Deakins a humorous look causing the Captain to color more, "soon."
Logan looked grim. So this Sandoval was hot for the Captain. Well Logan would be damned if the Captain got a ride on that sexy stud's cock first! After the sloppy bj earlier, Logan was more than ready to take Sandoval's hot cock up his own hungry ass. Deakins be damned!
"Logan," Deakins enquired, "was there something you needed?"
"Yes...," Logan slowly nodded, "I needed to...."
"I'll let the two of you speak privately." Sandoval moved confidently past the two men only to turn out of the sight of Logan and wink at the Captain before sauntering away. Deakins watched him intently, ready to follow him anywhere and let the Latin have way with his ass. But....
"Sir," Logan interrupted a bit annoyed.
"Yes, Logan....."
To be continued....