Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-6 COMPROMISING POSITIONS
PRECINCT 23
Malik Jones (aka Malik Laury) was at his wit's end. As an undercover (Narc) officer in the Philadelphia public school system, he's stumbled across the biggest case of his career when he met 15 year old high schooler Louis Carter whom introduced Malik to the drug trafficking scheme happening right under the police and the school board's noses. However, circumstances keep Malik from reporting these findings to his superior officers, circumstances that are sure to come to light once the persons involved realizes that he is indeed an undercover cop and not a 15 school student. He was certain beyond belief that the drug dealers that raped and tortured him, would make news of this the instant his cover was blown. Malik's manhood and career couldn't take that kind of news getting out. So he sat on the information he had, information that could possibly bring down one of the city's most infamous drug dealers; Tempest Williams.
"I have to say gentlemen, that I am disappointed that this special task force has not yet yielded any positive results on the war on drugs in our school system." said the Precinct's Capt McConnell, a healthy robust man of 50 whom looks to be in his late 30's. "Drugs are getting into these schools somehow. Students are dropping dead because of it's dangerous potency. Parents, teachers, the media, the Mayor, AND the Governor are eager to see some arrests! I don't have to tell you how important it is to find these criminals, and get them off the streets! Malik...?"
"uh...yes, sir?" startled Malik from his day dream.
"How's the situation with that student you said was helping you gain access into the drug ring at the school? Any leads pan through with any student dealers?"
"uh...no sir, not yet."
"Well, are we wasting our time with his guy? Should he drop him and move onto another student? asked the Captain.
"I think he's on the verge of introducing me to some people any day now, sir." responded Malik.
"You said that before, and here we are still waiting!" said McConnell, grumpily. "Look, we've lost one officer already. Detective Carl Thompson's badly battered body was found by the water front. Autopsy confirms that he was fucked repeatedly until he died of massive internal bleeding. There were so much semen DNA in him, that our computer crashed from the overloading process. Now we know this was the work of Tempest Williams, but we can't prove it. What I need you gentlemen to do, is just that. We HAVE to get this son of a bitch before another child dies of overdose from his drugs, and before another good officer falls. No one deserves to die like that. That will be all gentlemen."
The room remained eerily quiet as the officers of the undercover division began to pour out of the meeting room. Malik now felt even worse about his ordeal. He knew officer Thompson, even did undercover work with him. He was a good man, married with kids that were now fatherless. Something had to be done about Tempest, Malik could no longer afford to sit on his ass while people were dying.
At that very moment, officer Jake Valentine entered the Precinct with every intention of changing partners. He waited outside Captain McConnell's office until the senior head officer came in from his previous meeting. Jake was never a man to make waves, but the conduct and attitudes he witnessed of his fellow officers had indeed curled his stomach. There just was no way he could go on riding in the same car with someone whom saw minorities as something less than human.
"What can I do for you officer Valentine?" asked the older man, as they walked into his office. Jake thought he was very distinguished. "How are you enjoying your new home at our Precinct?"
"Yes, sir. uh...I mean, no sir. I mean... Sir, I want to put in a request for a new partner." blurted Jake, as he stood before his Captain with his eyes straight forward.
"New partner?" stunned McConnell, sitting back in his seat. "And why do you want another partner, rookie?"
"Sir, it's personal, sir. I'd rather not get into it, if it's all the same to you."
"Well it's not all the same to me." said McConnell, rather angrily. "I put you with officer Gardner because of his excellence in the field, I thought you might be able to benefit from his wisdom and years of knowledge and experience. He's one of our top officers, decorated with honors for bravery in the line duty. And here you want to request a partner change? You'd better have a damn good reason for wanting to smear and slander Gardner's good name this way, and it better not be for something as lame as you two just don't get along! So what's the problem?"
Jake thought for a moment, HE was indeed the "rookie" here, the new blood. Captain McConnell and Gardner had been on the force a long time and knew each other well, Jake wondered why it never crossed his mind that the two were probably friends at some point.
"uh...there's no problem, sir. I withdraw my request for another partner. Sorry to disturb you." he retracted. McConnell said nothing as Jake left his office, but sat back in his seat and wondered what the hell was becoming of his men.
In the locker room, Jake changed into his uniform along side the other officers. He listened as they all laughed and joked amongst themselves, a real comradery of men. He was still an outsider, and feeling more alone than ever. The fact that Cooper kept grabbing a heft handful of his hard meat through his boxer shorts didn't help. He reminded the other officers present that Jake was a born cocksucker, as he was willing to suck all of their cocks.
"Pipe down, Alan. It's over." said his senior partner George Whitmen. Jake got a little relief, until Cooper walked by fully dressed in uniform and whispered...
"My cock's ready for those pretty lips of yours, so whenever you want to suck this big bone, let me know."
The patrol ride with his partner was uneventful and quiet, bringing to light that a wall existed between them that was as obvious as brick-face. After several hours of patrolling, they ended up pulling in front of Gardner's home in the northeast.
"What are we doing here?" asked Jake as they pulled into the drive.
"I live here." announced Gardner, getting out of the squad car. "I thought it was high time you met my family and saw that I'm not the complete asshole you think I am."
"I...I don't think you're an asshole..." said Jake, caught by surprise.
"Then why'd you go to the captain to request a partner exchange?"
Jake's mouth dropped open.
"I...I..."
"It's okay. I just think you need to see me in a different light, is all. The man in this uniform is not like this all the time, only when on duty where his life is on the line." reasoned Gardner. "Come on, Lidia probably has dinner ready by now, you can have dinner with us."
"That's not necessary Bruce, really."
"It's no problem, she loves it when I bring company by. Besides, when's the last time you had a real home cooked meal, and not something from a bag?"
Jake followed as Gardner placed his key in the door and entered the house. Immediately they were hit by the scent of Lidia's cooking. Jake's stomach began to growl instantly. It had indeed been months since he had any home cooking of any kind whatsoever.
"Lidia! I'm home!" announced Gardner, over the blast of his son's stereo playing upstairs in his bedroom. Lidia came rushing in out of the kitchen. Jake couldn't help but be impressed with how attractive Bruce's wife was; blonde hair, slim figure, very doting to her husband. Bruce seemed to have it all as his wife walked up and kissed him passionately.
"What a surprise! I didn't know you were coming home for dinner." she said, breaking their embrace as she looked over at Jake. "And who's you friend?"
"This is Jake Valentine, my new partner. Jake, this is my wife Lidia."
"Hi, ma'am." he said, shaking her hand gently.
"Oh, the rookie. I've heard about you. Bruce thinks you have a lot of great potential." said Lidia, wrapping her arm around her husband's waist affectionately.
"He said that?" asked Jake, surprised and surprisingly pleased all at once.
"Yes. He just thinks you need to think less and work more from instinct. The streets are a tough place for you guys, you sit in those big marked police cars and wear those target like uniforms for any crazy, insane, drugged out, wacko with a gun to go nuts on you. I often worry about Bruce..." she added, looking up into her husband's face, "...and wonder if he's coming home in one piece at night. But then I remember how brilliant he is at detecting danger and keeping himself safe, and I feel better. So officer Valentine..."
"Jake."
"...Jake, you make sure you help keep my husband safe out there, cause he has people here that loves him and want him healthy, whole, and in one piece. Okay?"
"Yes, ma'am." smiled Jake as Lidia kissed her husband again.
"I hope you two are hunger, I made meatloaf for dinner."
"Where's the kids?" asked Gardner, looking at his watch. Lidia pointed upstairs to where the music was coming from.
"You're going to have to have another talk with Christopher about that loud rap music he blasts through the house! It drives me and the neighbors crazy!" complained Lidia, closing her palms over her ears as if to block it out.
"I will. And where's Sam?"
"On the phone, as usual." said Lidia, pointing towards the living room before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Gardner looked towards the living room, the big screen family TV was on, showing the latest videos of scantly dressed women shaking their half naked asses at the screen behind some thugged out looking male rapper whom looked at them all as potential hoes and prostitutes.
"Even the white people videos are starting to look the same..." said Gardner to his partner as they entered the living room. "...saleing sex in place of good singing. And my daughter watches this pornography."
"It's not pornography dad, it's art!" said 15 year old Samantha Gardner, laying on the couch with the volume down while talking on the phone to her girlfriends.
"Ain't nothing artistic about the way that girl's chest is about to fall out of her shirt! And what did I tell you about talking on the phone all day? Hang it up and go upstairs and tell you brother to come down for dinner, we have a guest." ordered Gardner, standing over the back end of the couch. His daughter sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, and told her girlfriend that she'll call her back later. She then pressed the "off" button on the cordless phone and tossed it on the couch, jumped up, and stormed out of the room like a small hurricane, breezing by Jake so fast that all he felt was wind.
"Christopher! Dinner's ready!" she yelled over the music from the bottom of the stairs before disappearing into the kitchen with her mother.
"And she's the good one." smiled Gardner, turning off the TV by remote.
Just then they heard the son's stereo set go off. 17 year old Christopher Gardner came downstairs dressed in a black 'Kiss The Dead' t-shirt, shredded jeans, cornrows (a black street thug hair style), with a silver cross dangling from his pierced ear as his father awaited him at the bottom of the steps.
"I see you dressed up for dinner." said Gardner, sarcastically. "This is my partner Jake, Jake this is my 17 year old son Chris. Pretty gothic, eh?"
"Hi Chris, it's nice to meet you." said Jake, holding out his hand to shake.
Christopher merely looked the two officers in the eye and remarked; "So we're having pig for dinner?"
Dinner was superb. Lidia cooked her famous meatloaf and gravy with baked potatoes smothered in butter and cream and a vegetable side. For dessert they had rich German Chocolate Cake. Jake wondered why Bruce was fatter after tasting his wife's cooking. All during their meal, Lidia tried to make pleasant conversation that included everyone, but her daughter was busy text messaging her friends under the table while Chris wore earphones and listened to his favorite rap group 'The Danger To Society Clan'.
Less than an hour later Jake and Bruce were back in their squad car, stomachs full as they cruised around the neighborhoods looking for any signs of trouble.
"You have a very nice family, Bruce. Thanks for inviting me over." complimented Jake again for the third time since they left the house.
"Is that your way of saying; damn your family's screwed up?" asked Gardner from behind the wheel.
"No, not at all. They seemed very like a...typical suburban household." defended Jake. "And your wife's quite a looker, if you don't mind my saying."
Gardner looked over at his partner, strangely.
"You want to fuck my wife?"
"Huh? Wha..? Where did that come from?" asked Jake, flabbergasted by the remark. "All I said was that she was attractive!"
"It's okay Jake, no need to get upset, I only asked if you'd LIKE to fuck her?" said Gardner, calmly. "She's a great fuck. You'd love her. And she takes it up the ass too. Took me years to get her to like it, but now she lets me fuck which ever hole I'm in the mood for without complaint. I think she likes it when I shove it up her ass and fuck her like a common whore, most woman like that. To be dominated by their man. If I told her to, she'd let you fuck her too. She does whatever I tell her to."
"And you...you don't mind...sharing your wife?" questioned Jake, suspiciously.
"Not at all. We're swingers. We've swapped spouses quite a few times, even shared in couple's sex. Its really fun man, you should try it."
"I can't, I'm not married."
"Then try it with that girlfriend of yours, you won't regret it."
"Kelley?" snickered Jake. "She's so rigid about sex, I can barely get her to fuck ME, let alone get her to fuck a total stranger. She'd never go for it."
"I could help you out with that if you like." offered Gardner.
"What do you mean?" asked Jake, curiously.
"Bring her around one day, we'll have dinner together, the four of us. We'll take it from there. I guarantee we'll have that girl of yours on her back begging for cock, any cock!" insisted Gardner, confidently.
"I...don't know, Bruce. Kelley's father's the Commissioner Of Police, remember? I don't think turning her out like that would be in either of our best interests. If she feels guilty about it afterwards, there's a pretty good chance her father would want to file criminal charges. I don't think the scandal would be worth it, do you?" asked Jake.
"Then FUCK her!" responded Gardner. "Drop her! I know other girls that'll put out for a stud cop like you if you really want to do this. I can set you up. We can still do it."
"Hold it Bruce, I'm not too sure I want to do this either. I mean, your wife is attractive and all, but she's still your wife. I couldn't fuck her and still be your partner, I'd feel...funny. I wouldn't be able to look you in the face."
"Sure you would, I'll be right there with you." said Gardner.
"Right where? In the same room? Watching?" asked, Jake, as if the thought of Gardner's presence never occurred to him.
"Participating." corrected Gardner. "Lidia's a lot of woman when it comes to the sack, I don't think you could handle her alone. Besides, she likes two dicks in her at once from time to time, hitting her from the front and the back. I taught her that too."
"This is too much..." chuckled Jake in disbelief. "I just met your wife not even an hour ago, and I know more about her sexually than I do my own girlfriend!"
"That's because when it comes to women, you have to take the bull by the horns and wrestle it to the ground!" advised Gardner. "Most women don't like those sensitive, passive, romantic men, -they want a man to take control of them! Take Kelley, I bet if you got a lot more aggressive with her, she'd be at your apartment on her back playing with her moist pussy and waiting for you when you got off work. I guarantee it! All bitches want domination. Except maybe those lesbians broads, they want to be like us. They try and try to imitate us, but you need a cock between your legs to be able to dominate correctly."
"Can...can we change the subject?" asked Jake, sickened by Gardner's views and depiction of his girlfriend.
"What's the matter rookie? Cock get hard thinking about all that pussy your missing?" joked Bruce, at Jake's expense.
"No. I just happen to view things differently." answered Jake, rather stone like.
"I've noticed." said Gardner, feeling the tension between them re-mount. They drove for a few awkward moments in silence before Bruce decided to break the ice. "So...what were you in McConnell's office for earlier today?"
"Wha...huh...?" responded Jake, shocked that Gardner knew he spoke to the Captain. "I...I had something....personal, to talk to him about."
"Personal, eh?" asked Gardner. "I hope it wasn't about what happened under the bridge with that black fella. You know...McConnell maybe a mixed mulatto, but he's a COP first! Do you think he would believe a wet behind the ears rookie over five of his best officers?"
"I...I didn't..."
"I took you to my home tonight to let you know that I'm no animal. I have a wife, a son that hates me, and a daughter that ignores me. Like you said, a typical suburban family. Whitmen, Blake, and Cooper are no different. Once we take these uniforms off, we become the people we were before we joined the force. But while in uniform, we pay attention to what experience has taught us. We watch each other's backs in one of the roughest neighborhoods in america, so I'm sorry if you think we are a little too tough or unfair on a few niggers that need to be taught a lesson. But we're here to make sure we all make it back home in the morning in one piece! You need to stop standing on the side lines, and get on the bus with us!"
Before Jake could respond, a call came in over the police radio of a shooting at a convenient store on Chunk & Chew streets. Gardner looked over at his younger partner as if to say "see what I mean", before answering the call that they were in the vicinity and on their way. They flicked on the flashing red and blue lights, and sped through traffic like a bat out of hell.
MALIK
Malik decided something had to be done about the information he was sitting on. But he couldn't expose himself as the snitch, it would be his word against the dealers and the dealers were holding the cards. He needed to get his school friend Louis to come in and confess to the Captain what he knew about his cousin's drug operation. But how would he get Louis to turn on his family like that?
He decided to confront the teenager head on, to tell him that he is a Narc, and that he's been under surveillance from the day they met. Perhaps he could scare the boy into doing what was right. After all, Louis wasn't a BAD boy, just a kid caught in a bad environment. He still had time to turn his life around.
Malik drove out to Louis neighborhood in the Penston Projects deep in the heart of North Philly. Penston was a man who fought for the rights of blacks in the 60's and 70's along side the likes of Martin Luther King and Malcolm X. He was killed in a brutal beating by police one night when he was driving home intoxicated from his daughters wedding. The Black Caucus Of Philadelphia fought to have a new safe neighborhood for blacks to live after the police whom killed Penston were never trial nor convicted. To save face and expensive law suits, the City decided to erect a housing development in his name. Now 30 years later, it's one of the city's worse areas and an embarrassment to Penston's memory.
Malik pulled up outside Louis' building in his Pontiac Supreme X2000. He parked in the building's lot, then made his way up to Louis's family's apartment on the 14th floor. He knew he would be hard pressed to get the teenager to turn on his money source, but Malik felt his back was to the wall. He needed to produce a lead, or the Task Force would be replaced by some other group, ruining all their months of hard work.
He walked down the long hall leading to Louis's apartment, he'd only been there once before when Lou's parents weren't home. Malik often wondered how a place like Preston Projects was ever supposed to benefit minorities. You have these high rise projects buildings, designed to hold hundreds of blacks in one tight area, packed in a small community like sardines with no adequate schools or jobs to help raise them out of poverty. Malik know the true reason the "City" built these high rise projects were to keep black confined in one place, so they wouldn't feel free to roam the city. If found outside the "black section", you were stopped and questioned by police and made to feel like a criminal even if you weren't. So many blacks were being stopped and questioned that a name was made for it, -Racial Profiling.
Malik reached Louis' apartment and was just about to knock on his door, when he heard scream. Suddenly out of no where, the door flew open and out came Louis, running head long into Malik. The two of them crashed to the floor. Louis barely noticed Malik, screaming as he quickly got up and ran towards the elevators on the other side of the building. Malik got up and followed him, catching up to him midway down the hall.
"Lou! Lou, wait up! What's wrong man?" asked Malik. He noticed a bloody lips and a bruised cheek on Louis' teary face as he tried to control his sobs. "What's wrong?"
"My...my dad found my money stash, and stole it!" yelled Louis. "Now the motherfucker's in there all stoned up on Sextacy, all hard up and trying to beat on me!"
"Is anyone else in the apartment?" asked Malik, damning himself for leaving his gun in the car. If he had to go back into the apartment to help someone, he would have to do it with his bare hands.
"Naw, my mom's still at work, and my little sister's in day care!" said Louis, waiting on the elevator. From where they were standing, they could hear his father in the hall way, yelling for Louis to "get the fuck back in here!"
The elevator arrived, and Louis jumped on. Malik felt torn, on the one hand he needed to keep close to Louis to make certain he got the boy to make a confession, while on the other hand he knew Lou's father needed to be taken in. He was a danger to himself, as well as others living in the vicinity.
"You coming or what?" asked Louis, pushing the lobby button.
Malik jumped on, deciding to stick with Louis.
"We'd better call the cops on your dad before your mom and sister gets home." he warned, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.
"Where'd you get that?" asked Lou, wondering why he didn't have Mal's number.
"I just bought it, with the money I made from the drug runs." lied Malik. With Louis' okay, Malik told the police dispatcher about what happened in Preston's "C" building apartment 1445. The dispatcher told the boys to remain outside while they awaited police.
"Fuck that, I'm outta here!" exclaimed Louis, not wanting to be any where near his father's arrest. When they reached the ground floor, Louis started to head away from the parking lot when Malik called him back. "What's up? I told you I'm not hanging around here!"
"Where you going?"
"I don't know, I'll find some place." said Louis.
"Come with me." said Malik, heading towards the lot. Louis looked confused, until he saw Malk get into the nice shinny Pontiac 2000.
"Where the fuck you get a car?" he asked in amazement. "I KNOW you didn't buy THIS off the two runs you did with me!"
"No." laughed Mal as he unlocked the passenger's side door with the power locks. "It's my dad's car."
"You dad lets you drive his ride? Since when?"
"He doesn't know I have it." winked Mal as he started the engine.
"You're BAD, man." smiled Louis, holding his swollen lips as they drove off. "Hey man...!" he added, as if he just had a thought. "...do you think I could crash at your spot tonight?"
"uh...my dad's kinda strict about me having company, man..." said Malik, trying to find a reason to keep Louis from seeing his bachelor's apartment.
"Yo man, anybody that'll steal his pop's ride can hide a friend over for one night." countered Louis, desperately. "C'mon dude, it's only for ONE night! I don't wanna have to go back home if my dad's still there. I mean...I don't want to have to kick his ass or anything." added Lou, trying to save face.
Malik felt Louis' pain. He understood that the boy was scared, despite his lame attempt to cover it up.
"Okay man, but let me call my dad first, to see if he's home or even coming home tonight." said Malik, pulling into a nearby gas station. "I'd better put some more gas in his car, if he sees the gauge has moved, he might get suspicious." lied Mal, needed a reason to get away from the teen.
He walked into the convenient store pretending to go to pay for gas, but instead dialed the Precinct.
"Captain, thank god I caught you! No. No, I'm not in any trouble. But I need your help on something..." Malik told his Captain about the situation with Louis and the dilemma about his apartment not being set up to look like a father and son lives there. He requested that someone go to his apartment and arrange the spare room to look like a teenager lives there, or his cover may be blown.
"Don't worry about it son, I'll take care of it personally. Just give me your address." said Captain McConnell.
"Wait, how will you get into my apartment?" panicked Malik.
"Don't worry. I've been a police officer for 31 years, I think I know how to slip into a locked apartment." assured McConnell. "Give me 30 minutes from this call to get to your apartment, and at least another hour before you get there. Okay?"
"Yes, sir. And thanks, Captain." said Mal, hanging up the phone. He went back out to the car and actually put some gas in his ride to make everything look legit. "He's still home, we have to kill a couple of hours for him to go to work before we go there so I can sneak you in."
"Won't he need the car to get to work?" asked Louis.
"No,....he had two of them. He only drives this one once in a while." lied Malik, again.
"Kew. we can hang for a while. What's to do at you spot?" asked Louis, eager to see his friend's place.
"Not a damn thing." said Mal, not sure how the Captain was going to furnish his new room. We'll have to find something to do, and buy some grub, dad never cooks."
"Kew."
Two hours of aimless driving and arcade games, sends the boys to Malik's apartment. He uses his "dad's" garage card to get into the parking complex, and parks in his reserve spot. They take the stairs up to the third floor where he lives. Malik was nervous, not sure what he would find once he opened the door, but prepared himself for the worse case scenario. If push comes to shove, he was still prepared to tell Louis he's an undercover cop and that he needs him to confess about the drug runs. He put his key into the lock and opened the door. Inside, his nose was hit with the aroma of someone cooking.
"Damn, something smells GOOD!" whispered Louis. Out of nowhere came Captain McConnell, dressed in street clothes and wiping his hands on a dish towel.
"Hey son! Who's you friend?" asked the older man, much to Malik's horror.
"uh...this is Lou dad...you know, my friend I been telling you about from school?"
"Oh yes, yes. Hi, son." said McConnell, shaking the boy's hand firmly.
"Hi." smiled Louis, as best he could.
"Wow, what happened to your lip, son?" asked the sir, concerned.
"His dad hit him." interrupted Malik. "I was wondering pop, can he stay here for the night?"
"Sure son. He can stay in you room." smiled McConnell. "I have dinner cooking on the stove. You boys wash up and join me. Okay?"
"Okay." said Louis.
"uh, dad...?" called Malik. "...wasn't you supposed to be at work by now?"
"It's my day off son. Did you forget?" smirked McConnell, heading back into the kitchen.
"Your dad's not half bad." complimented Louis, following Malik to his bedroom. "Damn man, NICE ROOM..." wooed Lou, loving Malik's bedroom. "Wow man, you didn't tell me you had XBOX! And look at these games, "zombie ninjas massacre", "deathcom3000", "car thief thugz"...you got all the shit! Why you been holding out on me?"
"I, uh....you know...he was always so strict n'shit...this the first time I've ever been allowed company." said Malik. He was surprised by all the things McConnell brought in for his "teenage" room. A new 32" television, XBOX, a boom-box, a desk and computer system, much more than the room had in it before.
"Can we play now?" asked Louis, eager to get his hands on DEATHCON3000.
"Dad said dinner would be ready soon, I think we should wash up first like he said."
"Aww, alright. But we're playing that game later! And I'm gonna BUST YOUR ASS in it!" claimed Lou, following Malik to the bathroom. Malik showed him where all the towels and wash cloths were, so he could clean himself up. Once Louis was inside, Malik went into the kitchen where he found Captain McConnell taking something out of the over, using his hot oven mittens.
"Sir? called Malik, getting McConnell's attention.
"ah-uh, you mean -DAD." corrected McConnell with a smile, as he placed the hot pan down on the counter. "Are you pleased with what I did to your room? I didn't have a lot of time to set things up, so I got what I could get my hands on quickly. Pretty good, eh?"
"Well, yes sir...dad. It's all good, sir. But I really wasn't expecting you to be here." said Malik, noticing the disappointing look on McConnell face. "I...I just thought it would easier to get more information out of Louis, if we were here alone. He trust me..."
"And with you dad hanging around, he might not confide in you as quickly. You're right son, I should've known that." sighed McConnell. "I was just so hyped up about getting back into the field, working undercover again. You have no idea how tedious and mundane it gets pushing papers and holding meetings all day." complained McConnell as he pulled off the oven mitts and tossed them on the counter. "I'll get out of here before he gets out of the shower."
"No, no sir...dad. You don't have to leave right now. You can stay for dinner, he's expecting you to be there." said Malik.
"You sure?" asked McConnell, not wanting to step on his subordinate's toes.
"Yes, sir...dad. Positive. After all, you cooked all this food."
"Oh, and I'm a good cook too." smiled McConnell. "We have my special baked lasagna with 3 different brands of cheeses, just wait until you bite into this. And I made a side vegetable, and dessert."
"I didn't know you could cook, sir."
"Dad." corrected McConnell. "You have to get that down before Louis comes out of the shower. We don't want him to get suspicious of us."
"Yes dad." said Malik, uncomfortably.
"And yes, I love to cook. It's my favorite past time. My ex-wife loved it too, in 25 years of marriage, she's never had to lift a finger in the kitchen."
"Sounds like a woman's dream." smiled Malik. Just then they heard the bathroom door open. Louis came out carrying his dirty clothes and wearing only a towel.
"Mal, do you have anything I can borrow for tonight?" asked Louis, embarrassed.
"uh, yeah. Come on into my bedroom, I can find you something." he said, walking towards the master bedroom.
"uh, son..." called McConnell. Malik turned to see what the Captain wanted. Without saying another word, McConnell pointed toward the guest room. Malik just remembered, he's in the guest room now.
Malik was surprised to find some of his clothes setting in the guest room closet. He noticed McConnell only hung his street and casual clothes into the closet, all of his more stylish clothes and suits were still in his main closet along with his dress shoes and work out gear.
"Here we go..." said Malik, pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt from the closet. "...this should fit."
"Thanks man." said Lou, taking off the towel before accepting the clothing from his friend. Malik diverted his eyes, trying not to look at Louis' privates.
"I'm going to go shower too." said Malik, leaving Louis to his privacy.
When he came out of the bathroom, he found Louis and his "dad" sitting at the kitchen counter, laughing and having a good time. He was surprised to see McConnell and Louis getting along so well. Here he though Louis would be put off by meeting his "dad", yet it seemed the two of them were really hitting it off.
"Hey son, bout time you came out of that shower, Lou and I are sitting here starving to death."
"He thinks his skin was made out of gold?" joked Louis, looking at Mal over his shoulder.
"Just like his mother." added McConnell. "She would be in there so long that I thought she had a man hidden in the shower."
Louis laughed aloud, saying to Mal that his dad was "da bomb". They sat and ate at the dinner table. Lou was wowed by stories McConnell told of his wild youth, and how he turned his life around to become the man he is today. He told of how he met Malik's mom, how struggled and saved and then had Malik. Even Malik was impressed by how true the stories sounded. After dinner McConnell dismissed the boys while he cleaned up in the kitchen. Louis shook McConnell's hand again, thanking him for allowing him to stay the night, and for the "delicious" meal.
"You're welcome, son." said McConnell, rubbing the top of the boy's head affectionately. "You're welcomed here anytime."
"Thanks."
Then Malik walked up.
"Yeah, thanks pop. You really came through for me." he said, holding out his hand to shake. McConnell pushed his hand away, and pulled Malik into a fatherly grip.
"Handshake? Since when do we handshake, son? I'm you daddy! You're supposed to give me a HUG!"
Malik felt twice as embarrassed now, while McConnell seemed to relish on his discomfort. He broke the hug, allowing the two men to disappear into Mal's new bedroom fro the evening.
"Man, I thought you said your dad was strict." said Louis, once behind closed doors. "Your dad's the fucking BOMB man, I'd LOVE to have him as my father! You've seen how my dad is, would you want to switch sometime?"
"Naw." smiled Malik. "My dad's changed a lot since he got his new girlfriend. I guess he's been putting it to her, taking some of the tension off me."
They played video games up until midnight. During that time, Malik tried probing Louis for more information about the drug house. Louis seemed reluctant to talk, as he was concentrating on beating him in the game. After awhile Malik figured it wasn't a good time to probe, and simply allowed the boy to win. Being that it was a school night, Malik decided it was time to turn in before his "father" came in. They stripped down to their underwear, and shared Malik's full sized bed. It was around 1am when Mal felt the strange feeling of something rubbing up against his bare buttock. The room was in pitch darkness, and Louis was leaning up against his back.
"Wha...what's going on...?" asked Malik, half sleep but awakening quickly.
"Shhh, go back to sleep." whispered Louis. Malik's first thought was to do just that, as it had been a long day. But then he felt something wet and jellified being smeared along his asshole. Now he knew something was wrong.
"Lou man, what the fuck you think you doing?" he asked, sitting up in the dark.
"Relax Mal, I'm just...you know..."
"No, I don't know. Know what?" asked Malik.
"I had a dream, a nasty dream. I woke up horny, man. And you was just laying right there beside me, so I thought..."
"Thought what? That you'd just get some ass? From ME?" asked Mal. "Man, you know I don't flow like that!"
"Me neither, man. It's just..."
"Just what?" asked Malik, getting frustrated.
"It's just....well...you gave it up to Marvin, Russell, and my cousin JJ...so I figured why not me?" explained Louis.
"Hold up, Lou. I didn't "give it up" to anybody, your cousin and his friends RAPED me! They fucked me without my consent, my okay, nor my approval!"
"Yeah but..."
"But what?"
"The last time they fucked you, you had a hardon. You even came on yourself, man. That proves that you liked what they did to you."
Malik was speechless. Ever since the day it happened, he wondered that very thought. How could he have came if he wasn't turned on in some sad sadistic way? And how could he have possibly found something as despicable as getting raped by three thugs, a turn on? He's had man sleepless disturbed nights thinking about it.
"C'mon Mal, it'll be just between us. No one else would know." reasoned Louis, stroking his hardon.
"I...I can't, Lou...I'm not gay, man."
"Neither am I. I love pussy! But ain't none around. Just you."
Malik felt Louis' fingers return to his hole. The boy had did lubed his entrance up pretty good, and was now even starting to slide a finger inside. Malik tightened his sphincter muscle, attempting to keep the object out.
"No..." he gasped, losing resistance.
"Please man? I'm so fucking horny...I don't think I'd be able to hold back long if we did. My dick's ready to pop at any minute, man. It won't take long." begged Louis, moving his finger back and forth. This often worked on Natasha. When he wanted to screw her, all he had to do was suck her breasts and finger her snatch, and she instantly became hot for his dick. He was hoping Malik would do the same.
"My dad, man...he could come in..." stalled Malik, trying to gather the strength to resist.
"I'll be quick, don't worry." said Louis, greasing his dick as he spooned in behind his friend and aiming his woody up to Mal's ass crack.
"He's a light sleeper, he might hear us...!"
"He said he was going out right after dinner, over to his girlfriend's house. Right?"
Malik forgot McConnell said that, to give him time enough to probe the kid. Now it seemed the kid was doing all the probing, as his dick head touched upon his asshole. Malik made one last effort to stop this mistake from happening, but once Louis' dick began to sink into his hole, all he could do was moan and submit.
Louis couldn't believe his luck. Ever since witnessing Malik get fucked by his cousin, watching his friend come all over himself in the process, Louis had been obsessed with fucking him himself. Every time they hung together, he wanted to ask him about it, but Mal seemed so distant about the event, that Lou kept putting it off. Now, as his dick hit rock bottom and his ball smashed against his friend's buttock, he was glad he brought it up.
Mal's asshole was tight, like the skinny neck of a soda bottle. It was hot too, Louis could feel the heat penetrating his hard shaft even as the anal walls tightened up around him. He ground his meat around in his friend's ass, bring a groan from him which made Louis' ego go up a boost. He pulled back with his hip, bring out over half his slick 6 and 1/2 inches, then quickly pushed it all back up inside. He did it again immediately following, then again, and again, and again, -fucking the hot tight ass of his best friend.
Malik felt every thrust the boy made up his ass. He knew he should feel shame for giving into the teen and allowing him to fuck him, but at the moment, nothing else seemed to matter. He felt sorry for Louis, for his life, his parents, his living conditions, his situation in general. Perhaps his empathy for Louis' problems is what got him in the predicament. There couldn't be any other explanation for why he would willingly allow the teen to fuck him. Sure he and Louis were the same height and weight, but Malik had years more knowledge and training as a police officer, surely he could defend the boy off of him if he wanted to. So why didn't he?
"Ooooh, man...shit..." he heard Louis moan in his ear as he fucked him from behind. The teen was in another world, holding Malik about his torso as he humped hard into his ass. Each stroke was more delightful than the last, each one bringing him closer and closer to spilling his load. He humped several more strokes, then orgasm straight up into his buddy's ass. "AAHHH Shit!" he yelled as the cum blew through his dick in a burst of hot white lightening.
Malik felt the first spurt rip into him, wetting his hole thoroughly as it dumped a huge load of it's precious juices into him. He listened to Louis' moan and groans as his dick jumped and jerked around inside him. Then much to Malik's surprise, Louis pulled out and rolled him onto his back, got down between his legs, and took his hard dick into his hands and began to stroke him off. Malik lay his head back into the pillow and tried to control his moans. Louis' hands felt like magic working over his meat. Just as he felt himself getting close to blowing, Louis lowered his head and took the man's dick into his mouth.
"Oh damn...!" gasped Mal at the unexpected.
Louis bobbed his head up and down, wetting Malik's dick with his mouth as he took in as much as he could (about 2 inches worth) while fisting the rest. Malik was in heaven as his orgasm hit like a ton of loose bricks.
"I'm...I'm gonna cum, man....you'd better move your mouth..." he warned as his balls tightened and his dick pulsed. Louis didn't move, he stayed where he was and continued his hand/suck job. Malik tried holding back, not wanting to cum the boy's mouth. "I'm serious, Lou...I'm about to nutt, man...you'd better pull off or I'll load your mouth up!"
Not taking heed, Louis continued his ride, sucking and jerking Mal even quicker. Malik felt his dick swell as the sperm in his balls began it's journey up the "cum-canal". He gripped the bed sheets with his fists as the hot cream exploded from his dick head in a burst of fire. Louis was caught off guard by the force of the seed when it blow up in his mouth, then flooded down his throat from the sheer volume of it all. He hadn't intended on swallowing any of Mal's cum, he just wanted to know what it felt like to have it shoot off in his mouth. Now he was forced to swallow the juice, or choke on it.
He drank the hot liquid, feeling it slither slowly down his throat. To his surprise it didn't taste half bad, and he ate the rest without giving it a second thought. Malik tossed and turned his head from left to right, trying to stifle his moans. His dick jerks wildly as it passed it's seed into Louis' stomach. Once his orgasm was complete, his body relaxed and died on the soft firm bed he lay in. Louis jerked his dick in his mouth for a few more minutes, determined to get all of his friend's tasty juice before letting go. Mal thought that was the end of their encounter, but Louis surprised him when he parted Mal's legs, then began to push his new found hardon back up into his well lubed and cummed asshole.
"AHHH..." yelled Malik, not expecting another fuck. But he didn't protest as Louis pushed all the way up inside and began to fuck him hard and strong.
In the darkness, they could just make out each other's faces. Mal looked up into Louis' eyes, seeing the boy smile at him as he humped him wildly. He could feel Louis' dick moving back and forth much easier than before now that he was slick with his semen. Malik held onto Louis by the waist, parting his legs wider to give the boy deeper access. Louis pumped hard, much harder than before now that he was in top position. His dick slammed in and out of that hot hole as if it belonged to him. Mal was surprised again when Louis leaned down and kissed him on the lips. At first Mal went along, thinking the boy was just lost in emotion, then he felt Louis' tongue slip into his mouth. Malik could taste his own semen residue as they frenched. After a minute or so, he even got into it, kissing the boy back as he sucked and slurped on his tongue like candy.
"AWWW SHIT...! yelled Louis, breaking the kiss as he came again. His dick ached as his second load burst through his dick shaft and emptied out into his friend's ass. He lift himself up on his arms and ground his meat in Malik's anal socket.
Malik felt a strange satisfaction befall him as he accepted his "friend's" second load. The dick jumped and jerked just like last time, filling him up with all the cum the boy's body could produce. Louis fell down on top of him, exhausted and sweaty. Malik wrapped his arms around theory's back, feeling his fast pounding heart beat wildly against his chest.
"Damn that was good, man. I never would've though it could be like this." whispered Lou, settling in to fast sleep with his dick still nestled in Malik's asshole.