SUSPECTS
PRECINCT-23
Officers Jake Valentine and Malecee Cortez sits down with a police sketch artist, to describe the kid they saw with officer Reynolds on the night he was killed in the park. Neither man could remember much on their own, but together they were able to remember things in combination. The artist drew eyes, the shape of the face, thin lips, a long narrow nose, cheek bones, straggly hair, dark eyes, and a hoodie.
It took awhile, but when the artist finished his composite, Jake couldn't help but feel as if he knew the person. He studied the face, but couldn't recall where he'd spotted it before. Since becoming an officer, he'd met hundreds of people on the streets, in accidents, in street side conversations while patrolling the neighborhoods. He knew he'd seen the kid before, but could not remember where or how.
"Get this picture to the media, pronto!" said "acting" (Mayor appointed) captain; Miller, -a 20 year veteran with the force, and a long time friend of Mayor Edwards. "I want this on front page of every newspaper in the city!" he ordered.
Photo copies of the person police labeled as "a person of interest" littered the airways. Reporters showed pictures of the photos during broadcasts, warning anyone who recognized the person in the picture to call police with any information in connection with the cop killed in Fairmount Park earlier. The phones lit up with anonymous calls (mostly crank) with people who thought they knew the person in the pic. Information was taken for every report to be investigated by police staff. It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it was all they had to go on.
COURTHOUSE
Malik Jones sat in the spectator's box of the courthouse, watching proceedings unfold as defendant Marvin Rollins took trial for his part in a drug sting to find the source of circulation of a dangerous drug called "Sextacy" being sold in public schools. The D.A. tried to give Marvin a lighter sentence if he rolled over and exposed his boss (Tempest Williams), but Marvin laughed at the deal, knowing he would have less chance of living on the streets in the hood after word got out that he turn-coat.
The trial was surprisingly short. Marvin pleaded "not guilty", but the evidence against him was overwhelming. Marvin lost control of his anger when his own lawyer seemed incompetent, and uncaring during trial. As a result, he sucker punched his councilor, sending him to the floor cold. Guards jumped in and dragged the anger black man out of the room, while paramedics took care of the lawyer's wounds and bloody nose. The jury came back quickly with an unanimous decision of "GUILTY!" Marvin was charged with 10 years behind bars, effective immediately. Malik watched Marvin's mother and father break down in court after the reading. He watched the Rollins family console them as they all singled out of the room.
Malik sat quietly to himself, thinking about all the shit's that happened to him in recent months. The rapes, Marvin, the Captain, quitting his job, losing his lover, his new apt, etc... He knew it was crazy to keep seeing the man that initially raped him. He didn't understand why he felt compelled to see a man he knew was no good for him. Marvin Rollins had destroyed his life (such as it was). Malik was happy being a bachelor, free to see and fuck any girl he felt like spending time with. He loved his job, loved his single life, and loved being him. He prided himself on rising himself up from the streets, to becoming an officer of the law. A man who made a difference, making the public urban schools safer for children. Then he met Marvin, and his whole world collided.
Malik thought back to when Marvin forced him to strip naked, and climb up onto a wooden table to "shit" out drugs he and 15 year old Louis Carter smuggled in the asses. He remembered how the man fingered his ass under the guise of "checking for anything left inside" after all the drugs were expelled. He recalled how Marvin then forcibly fucked him in front of another drug dealer, plowing his elephant sized dick into his ass, and fucking him brutally until he came inside him.
Malik remembered how abused and violated he felt. How worthless and insecure it made him feel to lose his anal virginity to another..., bigger, stronger, meaner brotha. He recalled how he felt the night he and captain McConnell first got together, how he had been so tender and gentle with him, practically making love to Malik, a strange contrast from his experience with the brute -Marvin. McConnell was an older man, a family man, used to making love to women. He treated Malik with kindness and consideration, causing Malik to feel like even less of a man (if that were possible). Where McConnell thought he was treating Malik like an equal, he was really making him feel more "gay" inside. At least with Marvin he could reason that the sex was forced, taken from him without consent as he was first raped, and then blackmailed. With McConnell, it was an admission of homosexuality. Malik didn't like feeling as if the sex was consensual, he liked feeling as thought he had no choice in the matter to keep from having to bare responsibility for his actions. He hated having to hurt the man that worked so hard to help him, but the longer he stayed with McConnell, the more awkward he felt.
Now considered officially homeless, Malik has enlisted the aid of someone who would allow him to barter a room while he looked for work outside of police. He drove himself "home" from the courthouse, having already expected Marvin to be sentenced to prison. He entered his new place of residence (a hole in the wall walk-up) he now shared with the renter. Upon entering the one bedroom apt, he was greeted by his new roommate, -officer Michaels.
"So how was the trial?" asked officer Michaels, sitting in front of the boob-tub with his feet up on his make-shift coffee table, drinking a cooler.
"As expected. Guilty." said Malik, hanging up his jacket as he entered into the not so fabulously styled apt.
"Yea, we both knew HE wasn't going to get off. Not with that attitude he has." said Michaels, kicking back relaxing while watching Wheel Of Fortune. "Did you swing by and get your stuff from you friend's place?" he asked casually, referring to McConnell.
"No, not yet." said Malik, stretching his muscles as he started to unwind. "There's not a lot of room here, and I don't want to bog you place down while I'm looking for employment. My..., friend said he'd keep hold of my belongings until I had an address to forward it to."
"That's nice of him. I mean, considering you 2 broke up and all." said Michaels. "Hey, why'd you 2 break up anyway?" asked the off duty officer. "Were yall having problems? Or did he find out you were stepping out on him with that prisoner?"
"It was a mutual agreement." said Malik, not wanting to reveal too much of his private life to this virtual stranger. After all, he and officer Michaels didn't know each other all THAT well.
"Couldn't've been too much of a mutual decision, you called me clear out of the blue..., AFTER you'd just finished telling me that you didn't intend to see me again after our first fuck."
"Whatever." said Malik, having heard enough shit for one day as he headed towards the kitchen for a cooler, too.
"Don't get me wrong, I like having you around. Nice to have some ass on a regular basis again after my girl and I broke up." said Michaels, playing with his hardening dick through his boxer shorts. Malik stopped cold in the kitchen's doorway as he watched the thick dick snake down Michaels' leg. He turned the cooler up to his lips, pretending like it had no effect on him. "Shit man..., you might be getting me sprung n'shit! I ain't never fucked another nigga until I fucked your ass in jail the other day, now I can't get enough of that shit!"
"Well..., it's only until I find a place of my own." said Malik, feeling his own dick starting to harden as he watched Michaels play with himself.
"I know, I know my brutha. I ain't calling you gay or anything..., but DAMN you got some good ass! No wonder homboi in jail's been making you bring him that shit, he HOOKED on it too!" Malik felt a grin coming on. He was proud of his ass for being considered a good fuck. After leaving McConnell's apt, he had little options of places to stay since giving up his apt to live with his superior. Michaels had given Malik his phone number after fucking him in the negotiations room at Police Headquarters, after Marvin had last finished with him. Malik never intended to call the man, until he was suddenly faced with nowhere else to go. Michaels offered Malik a place to crash for the night, provided he could "tap that ass" for barter. Malik felt as if he had no choice, so he agreed. The next morning, Michaels offered Malik the opportunity to stay longer since he was now jobless as well as homeless, under the same agreement.
"How'd that ass feel after hearing you boi got sentenced?" asked Michaels. curiously.
"I'd already suspected he would. I was one of his arresting officers." said Malik, as he walked by the television screen.
"Yea, but I know you felt some type of way seeing him in court. That big nigga make you want to take him into one of those side rooms, and fuck that dick for him?" asked Micheals, stroking his 11 inch pole. Malik refused to answer, but the look in his eyes told the officer 'yes'. "Why don't we go into the bedroom, so I can take up where ole boi left off?" said Micheals. Malik finished off his cooler, sat the empty bottle on the 27" TV, then walked into the bedroom in back. Micheals got up from the sofa and followed him in.
Malik stripped naked, as Micheals merely kicked off his t-shirt and boxers (it was his day off). Malik looked down at the long black snake between Micheals legs longingly. It was a far cry from Marvin's 10 inch tree trunk dick, or McConnell's thick light 9 inch dick. All 3 were huge in Malik's eyes, but all 3 were significantly different from one another.
McConnell's dick was thick and fat, it stood up from the captain's lap like the Leaning Tower Of Peeza. Marvin's dick was much thicker, like a beer can. It was long and hard like a fat tree, with a thick demanding nature that seemed to possess the impelled party and made him want to make it cum. Micheals dick was perhaps the longest of all 3, but it wasn't nearly as thick as either man's. Malik didn't get the stretching he usually got from Marvin (or even McConnell), but Micheals dick dug deeper, hitting spots never before touched as he fucked and jammed his hard snake in and out of Malik's dark hole.
Malik reached for the lube on the nightstand, as he prepared his own asshole for fucking. Micheals watched his interest as Malik crawled up onto his full sized mattress on his hands and knees, his taut brown ass in the air. Micheals walked up behind him, then slapped his long dick between his ass cheeks. Malik's hole puckered with excitement and anticipation. Micheals lined the head up with the brown eye, then pushed inside. Malik groaned, biting his lip upon entry. The snake dick slithered its way deep into his dark cave, inching pass his tight gripping sphincter as it borrowed down deep. Malik felt it sliding into his buttock, digging into his belly as it sank, and sank, and sank into him.
"Yeeaaa..." moaned Micheals, feeling his pube hairs touch Malik's tender butt. He held onto the hips, grounding himself around inside. "Fuck man, you keep giving me ass like this, and you'd never have to move!" excited Micheals, taking his time to allow the ass to massage his pole thoroughly.
Malik said nothing as he waited for Micheals next move. He felt the man starting to fuck in and out of him, his long dick sliding back and forth through his tight ring as his hold massaged and caressed the length of his tool. This was how Micheals always started off, slow and gentle, allowing his dick to get used to the tightness that surrounded it. But after several minutes in the saddle (usually about a full 5 or 6, he was ready to stroke at a much faster, ruthless pace. Malik groaned as Micheals picked up speed, slapping his hairy pelvis into Malik's smooth buttocks as he drove his dick in deep.
"Yea.., give me that ass, bitch! This's what you wanted, right? Wanted this dick up your ass..., that's why you called ME instead of one of your other friends when you needed a place to stay! You wanted me to tap this booty again! Right?" asked Micheals, fucking Malik harder as he really started to pound the ass before him.
"You're up IN there, nigga..., take it! Give me what you got! Fuck me like you mean it!" encouraged Malik, looking back over his shoulder.
"Oh..., you like that shit rough, eh? Is that what broke you and your boifriend up? He wasn't rough enough for you? He didn't serve it up like you jailbird boi could?" asked Micheals, hitting the nail closer to home than he thought he was. Malik didn't answer. He cared for McConnell, but sometimes love just isn't enough.
"Shut up and fuck me, nigga! You wanted ass, so TAKE IT! FUCK ME! Show me what you got!" demanded Malik.
"You got it, bitch!" said Micheals, taking the challenge head on.
He grabbed Malik's hips, then really started to bang hard into his buttock. Malik felt the extra bang in Micheals stroke, slamming his long appendage deep into his bowels as he fucked harder and stronger. Micheals pushed Malik's back in, causing him to arch his back so his buttock rose, this made Malik's ass more inviting as Micheals hammered at him from behind. "Is THIS what you wanted, bitch?" he growled, pulling Malik's head back by the forehead as he bent over his back. "Is this how you want it? You want to be bitch fucked, like a little cunt?!"
"Yes..." moaned Malik, his dick growing rock hard under the assault.
"I can't hear you, mother fucker! Speak up, louder!" ordered Micheals. "Is THIS what you want? You want to be my pussy? You want me to fuck you like a worthless whore?!"
"Yes! Yeah! Fuck me, man! Fuck me hard!" groaned Malik, pushing back on the dick, causing Micheals' meat to slap into him that much harder.
"Damn nigga..., you really DO like that shit rough!" said Micheals, doubling his efforts.
Malik grunted with every thrust Micheals made. His hole ached from deep within, from the constant jabbing his innards took as the dick pounded him over and over.
Micheals climbed up on the bed behind Malik, laying him flat on the mattress as he fucked down into his spread ass. Malik arched his back to make his hole a better target. He lay there helplessly, as Micheals tortured his bowels by fucking it hard and deep. He rammed himself in and out, picking up pace as he went. Malik felt his dick starting to throb under the heavy fucking. His inner wall was being pounded unjustly, as his dick leaked a steady supply of seed.
"You want this load, man?" asked Micheals, feeling his balls contract as he slammed forth.
"Yeah!" gasped Malik, reaching down beneath him to stroke his manhood.
"Then tell me how much you want it!" said Micheals, raising up into push-up position. His hips never stopped hammering as he pounded Malik's ass full of 11 inches of hard member.
"I want it, man!" moaned Malik, wrapping his own hand around his hardon. "I want you to cum! I want you to cum in my ass! Shoot your load in me, man! Make me feel it! Give it to me!" he gasped, breathlessly.
"You got it, man!" obliged Micheals, fucking harder. Malik grunted as the fuck got worse. He stroked his dick, then shot a thick load of cum all over the bed sheets. Micheals felt Malik's asshole tighten and convulse around his pounding dick, then started to shoot off inside him. Both men grunted out heavy loads as they came in unison.
Micheals shoved all the way inside after cumming, collapsing down on Malik's back as he allowed his dick to finish draining. Just then the phone rang. Micheals crawled over Malik's back (never disconnecting) and picked up the phone. After a brief hello, he handed the phone to Malik whom lay under him.
"Hello?" asked Malik, unsure who it was.'
"Mr Jones? This is County Prison calling, regarding your recent application. We've gone over your credentials, and would like for you to come in for an interview as soon as you can. When would be good for you?" asked the person over the phone.
"uh..., tomorrow?" asked Malik, unsure.
"Tomorrow is fine, mr Jones. Let's say around noon? See you then." click.
Malik handed Micheals back the phone. Micheals reached over head to replace it in its cradle, then settled back in on top of Malik, feeling his asshole tighten around his rubbery member.
"Who was that?" asked Micheals, curiously.
"New job. I may be working at the prison."
POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Jake Valentine hadn't seen his former partner Bruce Gardner since his arrest, and was quite surprised when he received a direct phone call from the former officer straight from jail. Gardner requested to see Jake "alone", claiming he had something very important to talk to him about. Cortez told Jake to keep away from Gardner, saying he only wanted to "fuck your head up more", but Jake found it too compelling. He wanted to know what Gardner wanted. So despite his better judgement, he agreed to meet with him.
Jake sat in a room of 10 chairs facing glass windows which saw into the other side of a room holding 10 more chairs where inmates came to see visitors. A guard stood at the far side of the room, observing. There were 4 others in he room with Jake, talking to other men through the small private windows. Another guard escorted Bruce Gardner into the room on the prisoner's side. He showed him to the window Jake sat. Jake saw the familiar smirk cross Gardner's lips, the same condescending smirk he used to wear in their squad car. The smirk which said Gardner knew some deep dark secret that the rest of the world was unaware of.
He sat down, staring through the 2way window at his former partner. Jake felt slightly uncomfortable sitting before the man that stole his virginity, nearly killed him, and forever changed his life (for better or worse).
"I have to say..., I'm slightly surprised you showed up. I didn't think you'd have the BALLS to come see me, alone." smiled Gardner, dressed in one of the Headquarter's famous orange jump suits. Jake knew Gardner was still trying to intimidate him, from behind bars.
"I was intrigued." answered Jake, dressed in his civilian clothes. "You said you had some information about the cop killer who murdered officer Reynolds..., do you really have some helpful info, or are you just blowing smoke to get some attention?"
"Think you're big shit cause you're on the other side of this wall, don't you?" asked Gardner, regretting that he had underestimated Jake's good luck. "Let me tell you, if you were on THIS side of the wall, you'd be nothing but a bitch for me, Cooper, and a bunch of other rough tough mother fuckers that would want some of your faggot ass!"
"But I'm NOT on that side of the wall..., so they'll have to satisfy themselves by just fucking you and Cooper." smirked Jake confidently, as he prepared to leave. "Apparently you have nothing to add..."
"Hold it!" said Gardner, causing Jake to pause and re-take his seat. "I saw the picture composite you drew of the suspect the news is calling "a character of suspicion". I may have knowledge of who that person is..., but I want some kind of promise that when you find him, you don't hurt him."
"I can't make that kind of promise, Bruce. You know that. Any information you give me, would have to go through the proper channels. I don't make those kind of decisions." explained Jake.
"Then I don't know anything!" said Bruce, firmly. Jake looked him over suspiciously.
"Whoever this guy is, killed a COP! A fellow officer! Someone you knew personally! How could you sit on that kind of info and live with yourself?" asked Jake, astonished.
"Do you forget where I am?" asked Gardner. "I'm already in jail, what more can they do to me? Meanwhile, officer Reynolds' killer sits free, with other possible officers in danger. Is that what YOU want on your conscious, Jake?"
"How am I supposed to insure his safety?" asked Jake, considering Gardner's offer.
"Simple. I tell you who the killer is, you pick him up, and make sure he gets a fair trail. I think it's safer for him in here with me, than out there on the streets with those trigger happy mooks looking to seek revenge!"
"Okay. Okay..., I promise I'll do what I can to protect whoever it is." promised Jake.
"If you fuck me over, Valentine...., I promise, I know people outside these walls that owe me favors." warned Gardner.
"Is that a threat?" asked Jake, feeling a tad insecure.
"Let's just say; Terminator has resources." answered Gardner. Jake definitely felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He knew Gardner was capable of anything, having tried to kill him twice.
"What's the information?" asked Jake, wanting to change the subject.
"When I was having my arraignment, I spotted my son Christopher in the audience. He wasn't supposed to be here, and when I called his mother, she said he ran away shortly after my arrest was televised, she had no idea where he was." Jake's mind rewind back to dinner at Gardner's and the one and only time he recalled meeting the officer's 17 year old son. Jake remembered that the teen looked gothic, solemn, withdrawn, -he wondered if Gardner's son was on drugs at the time. "The sketch of the kid in the picture, looked like my son -Christopher." said Gardner, getting Jake's full attention. "I know he's in the city. And after everything that's happened to him with Tempest Williams (back in chaps-13 & 14)..., I'm worried he may've fallen off the deep end."
"What do you mean? What does Tempest Williams have to do with Christopher?" asked Jake, confused.
"He kidnapped my son, not too long after he and his crew fucked Whitmen's wife on video tape (chap-8). He..." Gardner took a deep breath, and swallowed a lump in his throat. "...he doped my son up, then turned him into a drag queen prostitute." He looked Jake directly in the eyes. "Strange men fucked my son. When I found him, he was totally screwed up, thanks to that black bastard! I sent him away with my wife and daughter, expecting him to receive some sort of HELP. But he disappeared as soon as my wife settled into their new place."
"And you think Christopher's capable of murder?" asked Jake, taking Gardner's story seriously.
"Who knows what a man is capable of when his back is against the wall?" asked Bruce, honestly. "Christopher's a...., delicate kid. He tried to kill himself when he was 13 after we found him "huffing" oven cleaners with his punk friends. He's had problems before, but me and his mother's been able to keep him out of trouble."
"And now he's all on his own?" said Jake, more as an after thought. "Where do you think he is now?"
"He's either at our old house, or shacked up with one of his old friends; Nicolas Shaw or Tommy diggs. They live on the same block, a few doors down. I'm sure he'd been in contact with them since he returned. Christopher didn't have a whole lot of friends. They were about it." Jake took down the names as Gardner watched. "So what about yourself, Jake? Make any new friends since I've been in here? I heard you've got a new partner. Cortez!" Jake's head popped up from writing, his eyes showed his surprise. "I've got connections every where. Just because I'm in jail, don't think I don't know what you're doing!"
"If you were less concerned of me and more concerned on your family, you'd know where your son was." said Jake.
"Don't go getting too cocky, Jake. Thought I made it clear that you're not untouchable out there." said Gardner. "This officer Cortez..., does he throw as good a fuck as me?"
"Fuck off, Bruce!" snapped Jake, offended.
"You're not going to sit there and pretend like you're not fucking him, are you?" asked Gardner, smirking. "I know you Jake..., I know a hot ass like yours needs cock! I knew that the first time I fucked you!" Jake gathered up his things to leave, not wanting to subject himself to any more of Gardner's mind games.
"You know nothing about me, Bruce! And Malecee is NOTHING like you!" he said, as he prepared to walk out.
"You think so? Who do you think set up that little rape scene that took place between you, Cortez, Reynolds, Lewis, and Peterson? Who do you think fed Malecee the information he used to bag you in the sack in the first place?" asked Gardner, causing Jake's blood to run cold. "So don't go getting high and mighty on me, you little pencil dick pussy! I OWN YOUR ASS!!"
The guard on Gardner's side of the wall rushed down to see what all the commission was about. He grabbed Gardner by the shoulder, pulling him from his seat as Jake ran for the door. He paused outside, away from Gardner's prying eyes. Could Bruce had been telling the truth about Malecee? Was he somehow connected in with Gardner and the other corrupt officers?"
Outside Headquarters, Cortez was waiting for Jake in the car. Jake informed his new partner what Gardner told him about his son, but left out the other information. "Is that all?" asked Cortez, wondering if Bruce said or did anything to fuck up Jake's head.
"Yeah. Let's just go over to Gardner's home and see if his son's been there." said Jake, dismissing the rest of Gardner's conversation.
GARDNER'S HOUSE
Jake and officer Cortez parked their plan car in the abandoned driveway of the Gardner's home. Neighbors watched as the 2 men examined the windows and doors, finally finding their way in through an unlocked side door. Inside, the fully furnished house was empty and dusty.
"Looks like they left in a hurry." said Cortez, looking around at all the furniture left behind.
"Yeah..., they took off when police were looking for Bruce and Douglas Whitmen. We still don't know where Bruce's family is hidden." informed Jake, checking the pile of letters on the floor in front of the front door.
"You still have feelings for your ex-partner?" asked Cortez, trying hard not to sound jealous.
"For Bruce?" asked Jake, scrunching his face distastefully. "I've never had feelings for Bruce."
"I thought you both were lovers." said Cortez, curiously.
"Never. He was a rapist, a racist, and an all around bad guy!" said Jake, suddenly wondering how many of Gardner's qualities Malecee had hidden inside?
"Guess you can't listen to rumors then..." said Cortez thoughtfully, heading up the steps. He checked out each of the kids rooms, then Gardner's master bedroom. Jake walked in as Cortez looked around at the mess left behind by police during their investigation. "All of their clothes are gone. Doesn't seem like they were expecting of returning." reasoned Malecee. He reached into an open dresser draw, and pulled out a hand held dildo. "Looks like mrs Gardner forgot her friend!" he smiled, putting it down in front of his crotch as he waved it at Jake.
Jake chuckled, laughing for the first time since Reynolds murder. "You want to suck on this?" asked Cortez, swinging the pale white 9 inch dildo back and forth in front of him as he walked.
"Keep that thing away from me..., there's no telling if that thing was even washed the last time she used it!" laughed Jake. Cortez put it up to his nose.
"Don't smell like pussy." he said, matter of fact. "Maybe Bruce was using it up his ass?" smiled Cortez, tossing it into the lounge chair across the room as he scooped Jake up in his arms.
"Don't..." said Jake, fighting to wench free.
"Why not? Who's gonna see us?" asked Malecee, trying to suckle Jake's neck.
"It's a crime scene!" struggled Jake.
"Its not a crime scene..., it was a old investigation area, that's been declared useless!" corrected Malecee, biting Jake's neck as he squeezed his ass through his jeans.
"Don't, Malecee...!" struggled Jake, feeling his lover's cock bulge pressing against his pelvis.
"Come on, babe..., give me some pussy!" moaned Malecee, seductively. Jake felt Malecee's hands everywhere. It was like fighting a horny octopus.
"No Mal..., not here...!"
"I want some pussy, now!" insisted Cortez, yanking at Jake's belt. He loosened his waist band, then slipped his hand down into the ass of Jake's jeans to finger his hole. Jake pushed against Malecee's chest, just as Mal's lips reached his. Malecee's tongue slipped into Jake's slack mouth, kissing him forcefully. Jake gasped as a finger crammed into his anus. Cortez roughly finger fucked him while he tongue fucked his mouth. Jake felt totally overcome with excitement as his dick hardened in his crotch. He stopped struggling as Cortez briefly broke their kiss, licked his fingers, then added 2 fingers to Jake's asshole.
"No..." moaned Jake between kisses, feeling his determination melt away. In the back of his mind he wondered if anything Gardner said about Malecee was true? He didn't want to believe Bruce, lord knows he shouldn't, -but Jake didn't want to put his heart into someone who wasn't worth it. If Malecee was anything at all like Bruce, he needed to end their affair sooner than later.
Cortez undid Jake's pants and pushed them down to expose his entire ass. He positioned Jake until he was leaning over Gardner's old bed. Jake could still smell the scent of his old partner and his wife on the sheets. Cortez yanked Jake's pants down around his thighs, then bend down behind the 21 year old. Jake looked back over his shoulder as 31 year old Malecee pressed his face between his partner's ass cheeks. Jake sighed in heated passion as Malecee's tongue swipped over his sensitive asshole.
"Mal..." he moaned, feeling his asshole throb for his lover's dick. Malecee pulled the cheeks apart, then buried his face as he inserted his tongue. Jake felt the tongue slide into him as he relaxed and tightened his sphincter muscles on the wet oral muscle. For a straight guy, Malecee sure knew how to eat an ass -thought Jake as he surrendered his butt to his partner.
Cortez sucked on Jake's asshole as if it were a woman's clit. He flicked it with his tongue, sucked it with his lips, and tongue fucked it every chance he got. He freed his own hard dick while he devoured Jake's sweet pink hole. Once he was sure it was wet and relaxed enough, he spit onto his own hardon, then massaged it in with his fist. He stood up behind his friend, then slapped his hard cock up against the crack. Jake whimpered softly as the head pried into him, slicing open his tight cavern as it dug into him. His asshole widened as the cock head penetrated him. It sank into his tight chute, sliding full length inside. Jake felt immediately stuffed full as Cortez ground his hairy pelvis up against his bare buttock.
"Fuck you're tight!" he sighed, loving the feel of his partner's ass around his dick.
He held onto Jake's bare hips as he fucked in and out of his ass. Jake rested his ass against the mattress, smelling Gardner's body strongly through the sheets. Cortez was moving in and out steadily as Jake inhaled the scent of sex from the sheets. The smell acted as an aphrodisiac, sending Jake's hormones through the roof as Malecee fucked his ass.
"Yeah..., give me that tight ass, baby! Shove that pussy back on me!" groaned Malecee, enjoying every minute of their sex act. He liked hearing Jake's moans as he panted hard after each thrust. He liked hearing Jake's manly grunts, sounding more and more feminine as his voice rose with each deep stroke into his bowels. He fucked harder, making him pant harder. Cortez watched his hispanic cock slip in and out of Jake's bare asshole as it swallowed him up completely. He'd nearly lost count of how many loads he's planted up Jake's ass so far. Jake (by far) has been the only guy to continuously house Mal's seeds on a regular basis. No other man had received more than 1 or 2 servings of his precious juices, as he never wanted to get too attached to any one guy for long. But Jake was different somehow. There was something about his strong body, his innocent persona, his wholesomeness, and his insatiable need to please that truly attracted Malecee. Jake was a definite jock, -a chick magnet who should have women draped on each arm. But instead he was bent forward over Gardner's bed, taking officer Cortez's hard hot cock up his buttock. He like men (that was obvious). Malecee felt he'd fuck Jake's fat white ass so long as he wanted to have it fucked.
Cortez grabbed Jake by his shoulders, pulling his face up off the mattress. Jake felt Malecee's thrusts increase as he fucked into him harder. Loud slapping sounds filled the room as Cortez's cock slapped in and out of Jake's buttock faster and faster. Jake's own cock stood hard over his balls. He balanced himself on one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his partner's cock. Across the room Malecee caught sight of he and Jake in the dresser mirror. He watched Jake stroke himself as he fucked him. He saw the look of total satisfaction on Jake's handsome face. It made Malecee's dick grow harder as he started to throb in his lover's chute. Jake gasped for breath as the cum suddenly shot from his dick, shooting streaks of hot cum across Gardner's bed like Silly String. Cortez felt Jake's asshole spasm around his plunging dick, and shot off almost immediately inside the sucking hole.
Both men came hard when their orgasms hit. Jake felt Malecee's dick jumping and jerking inside of him. His head collapsed on the mattress as Cortez held himself inside to finish draining. When he was done, he slowly pulled out, then went into the bathroom to wash off before tucking it away. Jake was still catching his breath when Malecee called out to him. Jake got up off the bed, and pulled up his jeans.
"What's wrong?" he asked, following Mal into the bathroom. Officer Cortez pulled back the shower curtain to the tub, finding another body of a young thug inside. He was naked, with his cock missing.
"Holy shit!" yelled Jake, surprised.
GREEN GROCER'S Supermarket...
Shopping for ONE, former police captain Davis McConnell walked the aisles of the supermarket for his weekly shopping list. He had all the ingredients for a great spaghetti and garlic bread meal (Malik loved his spaghetti and meatballs). McConnell quickly finished his shopping, then checked out his groceries in the check out. The sales girl flirted as usual, getting nowhere (as usual) as McConnell collected his bags and exited the store.
On his way through the parking lot, he was approached by a young caucasian boy, asking if he could spare any change? McConnell's first instinct was to throw the kid some money, knowing how many of these beggar boys get caught up in prostitution when approaching the wrong men. But then he decided to make the kid work for his loose change.
"How about you carry my bags to my car?" he offered, instead. The boy took the 2 bags of groceries, then followed McConnell to his car. Mc unlocked his trunk, allowing the boy to place the bags inside. The kid noticed the "star" shield in the back window of McConnell's windshield.
"You're a cop?" he asked, nervously.
"Yes." answered McConnell, before realizing that was a lie. "Relax." he added, seeing the boy's eyes shift. "I'm not going to arrest you for soliciting. Here..." he said, handing the boy a few dollars. He young male took the money, and quickly stuffed it in his pocket. "Make sure you get something to eat with that money, and don't get high!" insisted McConnell.
"Oh, I don't get high anymore, sir." said the male, honestly.
"That's good." said McConnell, walking around to his car door. He kept an eye on the kid, who seemed to remind him of someone. He watched him slowly turn to walk away, when he suddenly got a strong incentive to make sure the kid got a good nourishing meal inside him (if only for one night). "Hey!" called McConnell, causing the kid to turn around. "You like spaghetti?"
"Sure..." said the boy.
"Hope in. I'm cooking tonight!" he offered, hitting the lock latch on the driver's side of the car. The kid quickly made his way back over to the car, and got in. McConnell started the engine, then backed out of the parking space. "My name's David." he said, holding out his hand to shake.
"Chris." said the boy, grasping the older man's hand.
"Pleased to meet you. Before you eat, you can take a shower and change clothes if you like. And relax..., I'm no pedophile!" smiled McConnell, as he put the car in drive and drove off.
"I'm not worried about that, sir. I've been through a lot in the past year. Pedophiles are the least of my worries." said Chris, looking out the window as they drove along. McConnell decided not to press the kid too much for information about his history, just yet. He figured the boy would be ready to talk more after a hot shower and a good meal.
continued....