Date: Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:12:28 -0500 From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: the precinct II -pt11 [Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG] _________________________________________________________________________ THE PRECINCT II -pt-11 Title: EXECUTIVE DECISION >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< PRECINCT-23 7am... ANDREW In practically any all male locker room across America (school, gym, work, etc), there is a camaraderie among men, a playful hazing of good natured ridicule. The officers of Precinct Twenty Three are no different. As 23 year old Andrew Roberts enter the locker room (to change from his civilian clothes into his standard issued police uniform), he found himself instantly reminded of high school all over again as his police brethren began teasing him for getting caught in Fairmount Park afterhours with his pants down (last chap). Andy smiled with embarrassment as he made his way to his locker, ignoring the celebratory pats on the back from coworkers chanting his name and wanting details. Word had gotten around after Andrew displayed his identification to the patrol officer on duty that night, showing him that he too was an officer. While the patrolman let Andy and his friends go without incident, he quickly spread the word along the grapevine, making fun of Andy's embarrassment. "I thought you were a church boy, Andy...!" shouted one of the officers. "Church boys need love too!" laughed another. "Wasn't love Andy was looking for..., it was a BJ!" laughed yet another, before Andrew could even reach his locker. "You know they have motels for shit like that now...?" "You don't take no crack whore to a motel..." laughed one of the officers. "...you take them to the nearest alley!" "That's where I met your sister...!" "Fuck you!" Andy opened his locker door, taking the jokes with a grain of salt, and hoping McConnell didn't get word of what happened. The last thing he needed was David finding out he cheated..., he wasn't trying to end his relationship... JAKE Jake Valentine listened to the teasing as he too changed into uniform. He quickly stripped off his clothing, then began to don his crisp clean uniform fresh from the cleaners. Jake didn't participate in Andrew's teasing, having had enough of it done to him during his rookie year (Precinct-23 first series). He recalled vividly how small it made him feel when everyone's focus was on him, watching his every move and testing his endurance. There was a different crop of cops at that time, corrupt cops who had a hidden agenda to turn him into their bitch-boy lackey, --but Jake had other plans as he fought to dash theirs in the dust. From the corner of his eye he watched as his new partner (Rodney Ellis) walked in. Most of the teasing died down with only a few officers keeping the jokes alive. Most of them knew of Ellis' recently convicted father, and often kept a respectful distance from him (as he seemed private and withdrawn [perhaps like a time bomb waiting to explode]). They merely finished dressing, then exited the locker to head out to morning roll call. RODNEY Ellis walked down to his locker in peace, he opened it without saying a word to anyone (even Jake). He ignored the playful banter of his colleagues as he started to undress, stripping down to his tight fitting black boxer briefs and white form fitted wife-beater. As the locker room began to clear out, he noticed Jake fitting into uniform, pulling his freshly ironed pants up over his supple brief covered buttock as memories of last night quickly flooded his head. Ellis turned his back to his fellow brethren (hiding the growing mound in his shorts) as he began putting on his pants. No one bothered him as they all began to leave one by one. Jake waited until only a few officers remained before he finally got the nerve to walk over to Ellis' locker. He looked around to make sure no one was paying him any particular attention, when he cleared his throat and stepped in behind his partner. "Ellis..." he said, his voice just above a whisper. "...uh..., about last night..." "Forget about it!" said Ellis, pinning on his badge as he applied all the last minute details to his uniform. "I just wanted to apologize if I make you feel like..." continued Jake, wanting to get his message across. "...if I made you do something you didn't..." "I said forget it!" snapped Ellis, turning a stern face towards Jake. Jake saw the seriousness in Ellis' eyes, and backed away without incident. Ellis looked around embarrassed, checking to see if anyone had heard or saw the exchange between them? When he saw no one paying him any mind, he ignored his partner and continued dressing. ROLL CALL The Conference Room was filled with uniformed officers, all awaiting the morning pep talk that always preceded their shifts. The officers settled down once the senior Sergeant began roll call. He called out names of all the officers present, then announced call outs, sick leaves and vacations, doubling up officers and crossing partners. Afterwards the officers all went to their assigned vehicles, setting out for neighborhood patrols. It was then (after leaving the Precinct parking lot) that Ellis began to acknowledge Jake. Jake first noticed Ellis groping himself after he entered the passenger's side seat, casually gripping his crotch after closing the car door and buckling in. As the police cars began to disperse one by one, Jake noticed again when Ellis reached down between his legs and adjusted himself, straightening out his erection? "I...I just wanted to say earlier..., --about last night..." continued Jake (picking up where he'd left off in the locker room) while alternating keeping his eyes on the road, and on Ellis. "...I'm sorry if I caused you to do something you might've regretted...! I mean..., I know you don't go for that kind of stuff..." "Head's head..., don't really matter what the bitch looks like giving it..., so long as it's good!" responded Ellis, looking out the passenger's window, refusing to look Jake in the eye. Jake said nothing in response as he continued to drive, unsure how to take that statement? He watched out the corner of his eyes as Ellis continued to casually rub himself back and forth, his fingers tracing the outline of his stiff rod. "Why don't we find a nice quiet street..." said Ellis, still looking away. "...where you can eat this dick some more...!" he added, looking over at Jake lustfully. "You sure...?" asked Jake curiously, with growing excitement. Ellis took Jake's right hand off the stirring wheel, then placed in his crotch. Jake felt the rock hard dick hiding just under the dark colored uniform fabric. Jake looked up at Ellis who began forcing Jake to rub his hand back and forth over the lump of his hardon. Jake smiled as his fingers gripped the sunken pole, feeling its thick length. "I know a place..." said Jake, turning towards a carwash. He pulled up to the start, rolling down the window as an attendant walked over. "Give us the basic!" ordered Jake, rolling back up his window as the attendant began spraying the cruiser with foaming solution. The two officers waited patiently as the attendant aligned the wheels up with the automatic tier clamps, then instructed the officers Jake to put the cruiser in neutral. As the car began to move forward, Ellis unzipped his pants, pulling out his dark 8 and 1/2 inch hardon. Jake looked down at the towering black pole as it sprung up from his partner's crotch, and fought back the desire to go down on it right then and there. The police cruiser slowly started to disappear into the mechanical carwash, giving the officers five full minutes of total privacy. As soon as they were submerged, Jake unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed the cruiser's digital computer aside, then leaned in over into Ellis' crotch and dove down on his exposed hardon. Ellis fought back a vulnerable moan as his partner's mouth sank down on his dick, enveloping around him like a warm wet coat. Jake swallowed Ellis' dick straight down to the balls, hungry for the black man's meat as he buried his face in his partner's lap. He felt the cock squeeze down into his throat, bending at the curve in his neck as it lodged itself in his gullet. Ellis placed his hand on the back of Jake's head, pressing his face down further as he thrust upward, churning his dong around in the white man's throat. After a few seconds he eased up, allowing Jake to slide his lips back up the shaft. Jake pulled back to the head, allowing his throat a moment to recover while he suckled at the fat juicy tip. After adjusting, he began bobbing his head, corkscrewing his mouth down around the shaft as he tightened his lips and painted his tongue up and down the rich brown column. Knowing he had only a few minutes to complete his task, he went to work trying to make his partner cum. He bobbed his head faster than normal, bringing his hand in to milk the shaft. Ellis groaned when he felt Jake's hand wrap around his spit wet dick, milking the shaft along with his bobbing mouth... Ellis closed his eyes as he laid his head back against the seat rest. He slowly humped his hips up and down, thrusting through Jake's milking fist as he suckled the top half firmly. Hot water and soapsuds hid them from view as gigantic brushes and spinning towels washed away the grime of the streets. All the while Jake continued milking his partner's dick, using his hand as a funnel as he quickly stroked him up and down. Ellis totally ignored what was going on around them, he refused to look at the light at the end of the tunnel, knowing it would knock him off his rhythm if he worried about cumming before the ride was over. He simply sat there, his hands deep in Jake's dark roots as he bobbed he head and stroked his dick in a frenzied fury. Ellis could feel himself starting to get close as he pressed his bald head back into the seat rest. He concentrated on the wild whirlpool feeling surrounding his dick as Jake bobbed, sucked, stroked, and milked his shaft all with amazing accuracy. Ellis felt his balls beginning to ache as they prepared to shoot forth their essence. He tightened his fingers in Jake's scalp, helping him speed up the pace of his mouth as he bobbed even faster. "Shit man..., I'm about to cum..." he moaned, feeling his stomach muscles cramp. Jake doubled his effort, unsure how he was set on time. He felt Ellis' dick suddenly start pulsating, then felt the swelling head fire its first burst in his mouth. "AARRHHH yeah...!" shouted Ellis, losing his load in his partner's oral cavity. Jake stopped sucking and merely kept the pulsating dick head between his lips as he continued milking Ellis' shaft, allowing the head to spit more and more cum into his mouth. After the pulse started to die, Jake swallowed, feeling the officer's rich sperm coat his throat on its journey into his stomach. Jake continued to fist Ellis' dick, squeezing out the last drops as he quickly licked them away. Once they both had regained their composures, Jake lifted up from his partner's lap, releasing his dying dick as he sat upright in the driver's seat, only to be confronted with two carwash attendants who stood outside the front windshield (frozen in time) with their dry rags in hand, staring at the two officers in total disbelief. Jake looked shocked as they had already emerged from the carwash before he'd finished the blow job. His hair stood up messily around his head where Ellis' hand had ran through. Ellis slowly opened his eyes to find the two attendants watching, and embarrassingly tucked his shrunken dick back into his pants. "uh..., what now...?" asked Jake, frozen stiff as the attendants began to laugh and point. Ellis said nothing, as he simply reached for and pulled free his gun. The two attendants quickly stopped laughing as they stepped back from the cruiser, holding their hands up defensively. "Drive!" advised Ellis, as Jake put the cruiser in `drive', then took off without paying. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< PRECINCT-23 The Bullpen... 27 year old African American police detective Malik Jones was standing near the filing cabinets, sorting through some back files when he turned and caught his partner (32 year old Maleece Cortez) staring from his desk. Unbeknownst to Malik, Maleece was daydreaming about his next encounter with the Italian stranger (Tony). He could still remember their last tryst vividly as his 7 and 1/2 inch latino dick started to fatten in his pants. "Yo..." whispered Malik, getting Maleece's attention without arousing any of the others officers, snapping Maleece out of his trance... "What...?" asked the puerto-rican officer. Malik looked around to make sure no one was within ear shot... "You looking at my ass...?" he asked, keeping his voice low. "What...?!??" asked Maleece, noting Malik was in his line of vision. "No...! Hell no!" "Okay..." said Malik skeptically, turning back towards the cabinet. "...just checking..." Maleece shook his head as he chuckled to himself. How different he'd become in two short years. A mere year ago he wouldn't have been able to joke of such things, he would have been so guarded that he probably would have took Malik outside for a fist fight, trying to prove he was ALL man. Now not only was he finding humor in his life change, he also found he could allow himself to bottom for a guy and still keep his sense of self. Maleece's biggest fear was in losing himself to his sexuality, becoming less manly and more feminized. The last thing he wanted was to have people be able to look at him and be able to tell he was a butt bandit. He remembered how he and some of the other officers treated Jake before they became lovers, and he didn't want that to happen to him. However his experience(s) with Tony helped show him that he could be submissive, and still be a tough cop. He was still in the midst of daydreaming when detectives Macnamara and Hightower walked in... "Hey ladies..." said Macnamara (his usual greeting to his coworkers). "...we need your guys help with something...!" "YOU need OUR help...?" asked Maleece, astonished. "Hey Malik..., the big WHITE Hope need OUR help...?!" he joked, making fun of Macnamara. Macnamara turned to his partner, feeling nauseous... "See..., I told you we should've gone to Scully and Ross...!" said the detective, irritated. "Naw...seriously..." chuckled Maleece, enjoying getting under Macnamara's collar. "...how can we help...?" "We have an informant who just told us of a man with connections to the Mafia that's looking for contacts to start getting involved with Tempest's Sextacy sales in South Philly!" said Hightower, quickly. "Okay..." said Maleece, turning his swivel chair between them and his partner. "...what's that got to do with US...?" "We need you two nimrods to act as the contacts...!" said Macnamara. "Why can't YOU two do it...?" asked Maleece, curiously. "Cause the sales are in the Roswell Housing Development!" answered Macnamara. "You mean the Projects!" said Malik, listening from the filing cabinets. "Yeah..., we need you...ETHNIC boys to pretend like you live there..., like you from that neighborhood...!" said Macnamara, adding a smirk. "We need you to hook it up HOOD style...! That shouldn't be too difficult for you two, --should it...?" "Why not..." asked Maleece, "...YOU've been pretending to be a good cop all these years...!" he added, causing Macnamara's smile to turn upside down. "When's the contact...?" asked Malik from the background. "Tomorrow night!" answered Hightower. "Tomorrow...?!" repeated Malik, surprised. "What, too soon for you...?" asked Macnamara. "You can't handle it...?" "How're we supposed to come up with names and references in such a short amount of time...?!" asked Malik, thinking of their credibility. "You could ask Marvin to join in on it...!" suggested Maleece, casually. "Marvin...?" asked Malik, staring back. "Yeah..., who has better street creditability than Marvin...?" asked Maleece. "He could do this with his eyes closed!" "Who's Marvin...?" asked Macnamara, lost. "An ex-con...!" answered Maleece. "A FRIEND of mine...!" corrected Malik. "A friend!" corrected Maleece, meaning no harm. "We could bring him in as sort of a..., consultant...!" "A PAID consultant...?" asked Malik, curiously. "Why not...? You've been nagging him to get a job..., maybe McConnell could hire him a fully paid informants...?" suggested Maleece. "I doubt it...!" said Malik, doubting McConnell would want Marvin on the payroll. "Only one way to find out...!" said Maleece, motioning towards the captain's office... CAPTAIN MCCONNELL 52 year old police captain David L. McConnell sat behind his desk (not doing any work), staring off into space as he thought about the things going on at home. Since his son's (Elliott) arrival, he and his live-in lover (Andrew Roberts) had been getting along and hanging out, acting like best friends. While McConnell was glad that the two young men were becoming friends, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of their closeness. After all, he hadn't been a real father to his children in a long time, since before his divorce when his wife discovered he was gay. McConnell was still in thought when he got a knock at his door. He looked up to see detective Jones staring through the door. McConnell waved him in... "Sir, you busy...?" asked Malik politely, having seen he wasn't. "It can wait...!" said McConnell, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. "What can I do for you, detective?" Malik walked in and closed the door. "Detectives Hightower and Mac said they came across a perp looking for contacts to start selling Sextasy in South Philly!" "In mob territory...?" asked McConnell, skeptically. "They usually keep that area shut tight from street corner drug dealers...!" "I know..." agreed Malik. "...Mac wants Mal and me to act as street hoods..." "uh huh..." said McConnell, trying to picture Malik as a rough neck drug dealer. The thought caused an embarrassing grin to streak across his face. "...Mal suggested I bring in Marvin Rollins as a consultant...!" continued the detective. "Marvin...?" asked McConnell thoughtfully, sitting back in his chair stroking his chin. "Yes..., he has infinite knowledge as a drug dealer..., and he's sold Sextasy for Tempest for years, so he could be a real asset...!" reminded Malik, selling the idea. "I know, I know..." said McConnell, recalling Marvin's sorted history. "...I know he has all of the inside information we need..., I'm just not sure we can trust him...! He has no police training...!" "That's just it..." said Malik, disagreeing. "...the fact that he doesn't have police training enforces his street creditability...! Anyone with a trained eye could spot a cop a mile away! No one would see it coming from Marvin...!" "Brilliant idea...!" said McConnell, "...I just don't understand why we didn't think of this sooner...? Is Marvin onboard with this idea...?" "I..." started Malik, realizing he hadn't talked it over with his lover yet. "...I haven't asked him yet...!" he admitted. "Would you feel comfortable working so closely with him in a work atmosphere...?" asked McConnell, concerned. "I mean..., we both know what happened to you the last time you two met on the playing field...!" added the captain, unable to resist jabbing at Malik's past infidelities when they were together. "I just want to see him working..." said Malik, honestly. "...but I'm not sure working so closely with drug dealers again is a good way of keeping him on the right track...?" "So you're afraid Marvin might revert back to selling drugs for real if he poses as one...?" asked McConnell. "Yeah..." answered Malik. "...how can I continue seeing him if he goes back to selling drugs...?" "Has he expressed a desire to go back to it...?" asked McConnell, giving Malik his undivided attention. "Not in so many words..." said Malik. "...I'm just afraid his lack of a work ethic might push him backwards, again!" "Easy money, I know." said McConnell, citing the top reason why so many young black men get involved in selling drugs in the hood. "They don't learn until it's too late that those who live by the sword, die by the sword! Maybe this will be just what he needs to stay clean and clear...? Knowing the police is keeping a close eye in him...!?" "Thank you sir..." said Malik, gratefully. "...I wasn't sure you liked Marvin..., I mean, given our histories..." "Marvin was just one part of the equation..." said McConnell bluntly, making Malik feel like a heel. "...HE wasn't the one I trusted...!" "Okay..." said Malik, stepping back towards the door. "...I'll relay the message to Cortez and Marvin, then let you know what his decision is...!" McConnell watched as Malik backed out of his office awkwardly. The older man didn't understand why had been so harsh with Malik, until he recalled his earlier thoughts of Andrew and Elliott... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY Evening... Malik returned home from work with torn feelings over his lover Marvin. On the one hand he was nervous of Marvin's possible negative reaction to his offer to join the Precinct as one of its consultants in the war on drugs, yet on the other hand he was also worried that Marvin might accept the offer, how would their relationship survive the strain of being together both day and night? Malik had been nagging Marvin about finding a legitimate job for months, and now that one had finally become available, all he could do was think of reasons why it wouldn't work out. Why was he being so negative with his lover? He knew there was still a bit of tension between them after Marvin blatantly disrespected his feelings after their brief argument over doing 3somes and Marvin later returned home drunk and ready to fuck. Malik still remembered how bad he felt when Marvin walked in and took him without so much as a hello. When Malik expressed his desire to be left alone, Marvin still took him without remorse or regard (chap-8), causing Malik to question the very foundation of their turbulent relationship. Malik thought back to his relationship with McConnell, and how kind, considerate, and understanding the older man was with him. He thought back to how badly he treated David, and wondered if he was getting back what he deserved (from the original series). Malik realized he wasn't mature enough to handle the kind of relationship McConnell had to offer at the time, indeed he had just discovered his sexuality towards men, and was still very confused over what he was attracted to. His first male/male sexual experience was a rape by Marvin, and somehow Malik believed he channeled that rape into muddled feelings for his attacker. While McConnell tried to treat him as an equal and force him to look at their relationship with open eyes, Marvin offered Malik the escape he needed with forced sex, allowing Malik to hide his bruised male ego behind the fašade that he had no control over what was happening to him, that Marvin held all the cards. Now that he was older and wiser (more mature to handle his situation), he realized his relationship with Marvin was nothing more than a mere illusion, that it could never progress further than what it was today (that's what two years of therapy gets you!). Malik opened the door to their shared apartment, not sure what he would find. He half expected to find Marvin with a harem of naked women, all waiting to fuck him with strap-on dildos. He was pleasantly surprised when he merely found Marvin chillen on the sofa, watching a movie on TV in the dark. "Hey..." said Marvin with his bare feet propped up on Malik's coffee table, his back comfortably sunk in the sofa cushions. "Hey..." said Malik, closing and locking the door behind him as he slowly (causally) walked over to the sofa and sat down. They sat in silence for a few awkward moments as Malik tried to figure out what movie Marvin was watching without having to ask. After a brief study he was able to determine the new `Armored' bootleg (starring Columbus Short). After a brief silence, Marvin reached out (with his huge massive hands) and began massaging Malik's shoulders. Malik said nothing as the firm (almost too strong) massage began to ease some of his stressed tension. Without a single word being said, Malik felt Marvin gently pulling him back into his arms. Malik allowed himself to be persuaded without resistance, leaning back into Marvin's muscular torso. Marvin took that as a sign, and began kissing Malik attentively along the back and sides of his neck. Despite his earlier thoughts of doubt, Malik felt himself becoming turned on as Marvin's started to search about his body with his hands. In no time the silence was broken with moaning sounds of lust as the two men began kissing and stripping. Marvin pulled Malik's clothing off as Malik did the same to him. With Marvin's big 10" brown steel bar sticking straight up from his lap, Malik felt compelled to bend over and say hello. He licked and sucked the huge hard phallus, bobbing his head and thoroughly wetting the tip and shaft with spit in anticipation of what was to come. Marvin reached his hand down into Malik's loose shorts and began fondling his bubbled ass, slipping his middle finger roughly up and down the deep crack as he toyed with the tiny tight hairless hole nestled in-between. Just the feel of Malik's sweet boy hole made Marvin's dick throb with anticipation. He licked his middle finger, then began working it deeply into Malik's back entrance. Malik knew what was coming as he sucked upon the thick fat shaft of his lover's dick. He dilated his asshole, making it easier for Marvin to gain access. He groaned around the mouthful of meat as Marvin's thick finger(s) began to pry into his backdoor. After a few minutes of anus stretching, Malik broke off the oral foreplay and shed the rest of his clothing. Climbing up into Marvin's mountainous lap, Malik positioned himself to squat down over the muscled man's dick, taking first the head, then the thick shaft into his ass with one long slow descending plunge. "ahhh...fuck..." moaned Marvin, throwing his head back in ecstasy as Malik's asshole molded to his dick like human clay. Malik sat fully still on the hard pole, contracting his rectum down around the embedded base as his body adjusted to the meaty invasion. Ever so slowly he began to rise and fall, slowly screwing himself atop his lover's pole. "Damn you still feel so good inside..." encouraged Marvin, looking deeply into Malik's eyes with lust. Malik was only half there as his mind connected with his asshole. His brain was still reeling from the penetration when he suddenly felt Marvin's lips on his. He felt the big man thrust his tongue into his mouth as his huge hands roamed down over his ass. Marvin grabbed two heaping handfuls of Malik's fat round ass and began lifting and lowering his ass on his thick dick. Malik felt his ass moving up and down on the dick faster, the long fat thick shaft stretching his anal walls to make room for its length and girth. Malik bounced (with the aid of Marvin) as he suckled the ex-con's thick tongue. The two men breathed heavily into each other's mouths as they made love, fucking in unison, each knowing his place and position as they worked as one. Marvin allowed Malik to ride his dick for the first 15 minutes as they kissed passionately, their bodies coming together again and again in a show of solidarity as the asshole slid up and down the long fat pole. But after awhile Marvin needed to be in charge, he picked Malik up off the sofa and walked him (still bouncing and fucking) into the bedroom. Malik used Marvin's biceps as a springboard, causing his thigh to move back and forth as his ass slid up and down wildly on the deep rooted dick. Malik felt impelled every time the long sausage slammed balls deep into his hole. Malik's own dick lay hard between them, laying against his scrunched stomach muscles as Marvin led him towards the bed. He gently laid Malik on his back, then climbed up on top of him without once having to remove his manhood. He pressed Malik's knees down to Malik's chest and resumed fucking, taking control of the depth and pace as he picked up speed and began banging hard into Malik's backside. "UHHHH...UHHHH...UHHHH...UUHHHH...!!!" grunted Malik with every plunge, looking up at Marvin's big muscular body. He reached up to feel the big man's bloated chest and muscular arms, admiring his manliness as Marvin took over. Despite all of his insecurities, Malik still found himself extremely turned on by his lover. He reached down and began stroking himself, feeling his pending climax coming on soon. Marvin sensed it too as he picked up the pace even more, hammer Malik harder. The bed bounced and squeaked heavily under their weights. Malik could feel Marvin's dick digging even deeper into him, hitting spots inside his ass that only HE could reach. In no time at all Malik was showering himself in his own load as a geyser of warm sperm erupted from his dick like a fountain, shooting up and out of him as it landed all over his shoulder, chest, and heaving stomach. "AAHHHHH...!!!!" he yelled as the cum shot out in hot white streaks, leaving him in a heaping mess. Marvin smiled to himself when he saw Malik's toes curl, his feet resembling monkey toes as he twisted and squirmed in orgasm. Marvin doubled his efforts, feeling his own climax steadily building. He fucked Malik straight through his orgasm, pulverizing his poor dilated anal chute as he beat a steady path into his heated depths. Malik saw the familiar look of bliss on Marvin's face just before the big man rammed himself all the way in and held ground. A split second later Malik felt Marvin's dick pulsate inside him, then felt a mini explosion in his rectum as Marvin's cum burst forth, flooding his anal canal in a river of thick warm slick potent seed. Marvin strained as his muscles popped, the veins in his neck protruded forcefully before he collapsed on top of Malik weakly, losing his strength as his essence poured out of his boyfriend's body in a trickle of love. Malik merely wrapped his arms around Marvin's broad back, cradling him closely as they continued to lay together in silence... 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