Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 16:39:30 -0400 From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: the precinct II / pt-23 [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-23 Title: MIND BLOWING DECISIONS >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< NORTH EAST 9:40pm 39 year old police detective Scott Macnamara (5'11", 165 lbs with a med/slim build, sandy blonde/brown hair, a slightly receding hairline [usually moussed and brushed backwards], glasses, a thick bushy mustache, and a 5 o'clock shadow) left work late with the thought of Tempest Williams' offer repeating in his head. He went to his car in the police parking lot, pausing only long enough to light himself a cigarette before heading home for the evening. He thought about his life outside of work, and suddenly realized he didn't have much of one. Divorced, his kids barely spoke to him, and he lived alone in a crappy bachelor's apartment in the North East. On the way home, he made a detour and drove down to a popular strip known for straight prostitution. He slowed his car down as he crept by the assortment of hookers walking the strip. Several of the women knew him, and avoided eye contact as they turned their heads, ducked down nearby alleyways, or hid behind parked cars. Macnamara stopped when he saw a pretty girl he had never seen before. He rolled his window down and called her over. The girl (who couldn't have been no older than 18) walked over to the car and peeped in. "Hi handsome..., looking for a girlfriend tonight...?" she asked, smiling innocently. "Hell no..." said Macnamara, plucking his cigarette out the driver's side window as he blew smoke from his nostrils. "...I'm looking for a whore to fuck! How much...?" he asked, exposing his hard 7" cock which was already standing stiffly out of his pants. The young blonde looked down at it, licking her brightly painted red lips. "$50 for a blow job, $100 to fuck, a $200 for anything kinky!" she said, business like. "I'm feeling kinda kinky tonight..., hope in!" said Macnamara, clearing days worth of sports section news papers from the front seat for her to sit. She climbed into the car, feeling the man's hand suddenly on the back of her head as he forced her face down into his lap. At first she resisted, but soon gave in as his cock entered her mouth. She began sucking and bobbing from the passenger's seat as Macnamara quickly took off. "That poor young dumb bitch..." whispered one of the hookers to another as they watched Macnamara's taillights disappear.. "Yeah..., he's gonna STIFF her in more ways than one...!" predicted the other. Macnamara drove to his split level home in the North East (a home he purchased after his divorce). He pulled in front of his house and killed the headlights just as his cock started to swell in the hooker's mouth. She tried to pull off (sensing his pending orgasm), but he quickly grabbed the back of her head and shoved it back down on his dick and came, shooting his first load straight down her throat. "AARRRHHH FUCK..., TAKE THAT FUCKING LOAD CUNT!" he yelled, tightening his grip as she choked and gagged on his load. He felt the girl struggling to break free as his cum went down into her stomach. "Fuck that was good...!" he moaned, releasing his grip on her head as she came up for air, her lipstick smeared, her facial expression angry. "You sonovabitch...!" she cursed, trying to hock up his load. "You could've warned me that you were cuming...!" "Consider it part of my kink and put it on my tab!" said Macnamara, sarcastically. "Let's go inside...!" he added, cutting the engine as he got out of the car. "Where are we...?" asked the girl, realizing they weren't in the city anymore. "MY place!" answered Macnamara, heading up the steps with his cock still bouncing outside of his pants. "We..., we usually got to Johns' houses...!" she said, getting out of the car reluctantly. "There'r motels back in the city where we could go..." "We're already here..." said Macnamara, pulling out his house keys. "...why drive all the way back there for what we can do here...? Besides..., I'll pay you double!" "Double...?" asked the girl, heading up the steps. Macnamara held the door open for her as she walked into his gloomy home (which was in desperate need of a woman's touch [and a mop & broom]). "You live alone...?" she asked, curiously. "Yeah..." answered Macnamara, closing and locking his front door. The girl was definitely young enough to be his daughter (5'4", 120 lbs with a slinky sexy slim shapely build with long blonde hair and bangs), in fact, she kind of resembled Macnamara's 16 year old daughter Jessica. Jessica was definitely a momma's girl, damn near the split image of her mother (down to the nagging and expensive tastes, always racking up Scotty's credit cards). As soon as he finished locking up, he grabbed the girl by the hair, then roughly drew her towards him for a French kiss. The girl was taken aback by the unexpected move, gasping aloud when Macnamara's cigarette tasting tongue was shoved into her mouth. Immediately he broke the kiss, slapping her mildly across the face after tasting his own cum in her mouth. The girl whimpered as she held her face, turning around disorientated, looking for the front door. Macnamara grabbed her from behind, then physically threw her on the couch and lifted her skirt and ripped at her panties. She screamed for help, prompting Mac to yank her hair back hard as he pulled her head backward (arching her back) while aligning his now raging hardon up to her juicy cunt from behind. With a might shove, he slammed his hips into her, ramming his cock home in one quick move. The girl screamed again, then fell forward on the sofa with Macnamara's weight on her back. Macnamara ignored the girl's protests as he fucked her, humping away on top of her as he jammed his cock into her cunt over and over. She struggled for her footing, trying to squirm from underneath the horrible stabbing happening in her vagina. At only 18, she hadn't had much experience working the streets. Most guys were happy with quick blow jobs in their cars before heading home to the wives and children, a few even sprung for motels so they could fuck her like a cheap whore, shooting their loads into condoms she provided. But this was the first time she had gone to a man's house for paid sex, and she knew it was a mistake the moment the door closed. "Take this cock, bitch! Take it!" growled Macnamara in her ear, holding her head back by her forehead as he rammed himself home again and again. With his free hand he reached into her flimsy white sleeveless dress and roughly pulled at her breast. She grunted hard after each thrust into her vagina, his strong thrusts becoming animalistic as he used her like one. It was like being fucked by a dog, whenever she tried to shift positions or stand up, he'd growl and get even more aggressive, ramming and slamming his hips into her with more and more powerful strokes. When his cock slipped out of her, he reached down and re-aimed it up to her asshole, then rammed forth without mercy. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" screamed the girl, seeing stars as her asshole was ripped open for the very first time. "AARRHH Shit that's tight!" moaned Macnamara, pumping hard. "You've never been ass fucked before, eh...? Hot!" he groaned, picking up the pace as he began to get wild with passion. The girl fought to get from under him, but he was far too strong for her as he simply mashed her head down into the sofa cushions and wailed away at her ass nonstop. Giving in to her rapist, the girl merely laid there as Macnamara pounded away inside her. The pain shooting through her asshole was excruciating, practically paralyzing her, keeping her talking, to screaming, or to even reach the mace she carried in her bag to ward off angry drunks. She took the abuse as Macnamara used her like a blow up doll, punching his cock into her rectum until she felt his orgasm beginning to explode. He hammered hard into her ass, waiting until the last possible second to pull out. In fact, his first cum shots burst well up inside her ass, moistening the anal track before he finally yanked himself out and squeezed tight the tip to hold back the rest of his orgasm. He scramble up to the other end of the couch, then aimed his dick down at the side of her pretty pale face and released his grip, allowing the third, forth, fifth and sixth shots all streaked out across the side of her face, shoulder, and hair, painting her in his sperm. "Ooooh fuck that was good...!" he moaned, falling back into a nearby easy chair as his dick continued to spew the last of his spent seed down the sides of his pulsing rod. The girl continued to lie there, moaning softly at the searing pain rippling through her gut. When she finally got the strength to stand, she could feel Macnamara's cum starting to drip from her facial cheek, making her feel icky and cheap. "Go on girl, we had our fun..., get out!" ordered Mac, relaxing back in his chair. The girl looked lost... "I said GET OUT!" yelled Macnamara, getting up as he gathered up her purse and ushered her to the door. "But...but what about my money...?!" asked the girl as he opened the door and shoved her outside. "Money...?" asked Macnamara, reaching into his back pocket for his badge. "You're lucky I don't run your ass in for prostitution, whore! See that badge...? I'm a fucking COP! That's right..., a COP! Now get your sorry ass out of here before I have you arrested for trespassing!" he screamed. "But..., how do I get back from here...?" asked the girl (cum dripping from her face, her hair a mess, her makeup smeared, her asshole sore, and her tits peaking out) unsure where she was. "FLY for all I care!" said Mac, slamming the door in her face. He threw his badge in the chair, then walked back into the kitchen to grab himself a beer. He popped the cap, then turned it up to his lips and chugged about half the bottle before slamming the fridge door. He turned around and looked at his trashy pad, and wondered what a million dollars could bring? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< MANAYUNK 8pm 52 year old David McConnell was busy in the kitchen making dinner. With his son out for the evening and pots steaming and simmering on the stove, he rushed around preparing a feast, wanting everything to be just perfect before his guest arrived. All too soon he heard the doorbell ring. He had been hoping for a little more time, but he had to deal with the hand he was dealt. "I'm coming, I'm coming...!" he yelled loud enough for his guest to hear as he quickly shed his cooking apron and headed for the door. "Malik...!" he said, as the 27 year old police detective stood in his doorway. "Come in!" he offered, stepping aside. "Sorry to intrude, sir..." said Malik, stepping inside the condo apartment. "No intrusion Malik, believe me...!" said McConnell, taking the detective's jacket. "Any news on Marvin...?" "He's out of surgery..., but he hasn't awakened yet...! The doctors got him heavily sedated!" "Well..., that's good, right...?" asked McConnell, placing Malik's jacket in the closet. "I mean..., at least he made it through surgery...!" "Yeah...at least..." said Malik, eyeballing the pots in the kitchen. "Smells good in here...! Am I interrupting your dinner...?" "Not at all! Are you hungry...? I have plenty..." offered McConnell, heading back into the kitchen to attend his pots. "Oh..., no..., no sir, I'm not hungry..." said Malik, politely. "You've GOT to eat something, Malik..., you can't go starving yourself waiting for Marvin to wake up! It could be days before any real word is called about his condition!" "I...I know..., I've..., eaten something..." said Malik. "What...? A candy bar...? A bag of chips from the vending machine...? Let me make you a plate...!" Malik watched as McConnell pulled off the top of his frying pan, revealing an array of cooked vegetables in a seafood stir fry. He spooned a healthy amount onto a plate along with a heaping of white rice, then placed it in the pass-through. "I've missed your cooking..." smiled Malik, recalling how often he and McConnell made love in the kitchen after loading the dishes. "You SURE it's my cooking you miss...?" teased McConnell, recognizing that `look' on Malik's face. Malik laughed guiltily, knowing he had been caught. "Is it BAD of me to be thinking those thoughts while my boyfriend is in the hospital fighting for his life...?" asked Malik, feeling horrible. "We..., all need affection when we're feeling down and depressed...!" sympathized McConnell. "It's not wrong to have those feelings..., only to act out on them...!" "I miss him so much..." admitted Malik, in a moment of weakness. "It's funny..., just a few weeks ago I was thinking we needed to break up...! Now..., I can't imagine my life without him!" "So..., have you decided if you're gay or bisexual...?" questioned McConnell, curiously. Malik thought for a moment... "I'm bi...!" he said, getting a questionable look from the captain. "EVENTUALLY I see myself going BACK to women...! Dating...! Having children...! Marvin and I tried having a few 3ways with a some girls recently..., but we're both attracted to different types of women!" "I could see that..." said McConnell, thoughtfully. "...you probably like petite women, while Marvin likes the more robust types...!" "More like I like sophisticated ladies, while Marvin liked hutchie mommas!" corrected Malik. "You should have seen the girls be bought over..., we're talking GHET-TO FABULOUS!" "You and Marvin were always an ODD couple..." said McConnell, speaking his mind. "...I never really saw what you saw in him!" "Marvin has his moments..." said Malik, feeling the need to defend his lover. He was suddenly hit with the realization that he might not be around anymore. "I..., just feel so HELPLESS sitting around unable to help...!" "You're not helpless..." defended McConnell. "...I'm sure his parents appreciate you being there...!" "They keep asking me questions about our friendship..." said Malik, feeling better. "...as if they KNOW something about us somehow...! Maybe I'm just being paranoid...?" "Maybe..." said McConnell, thinking..., "...would it be so hard if they knew...? I mean..., would your life as you know it come to an end...? It could be a huge weight lifted off your shoulders if you came out!" "I'm not so sure about that, David..." said Malik, doubtfully. "...I would just feel so strange if his family..., --his MOTHER..., knew her son was fucking the shit out of me every night!" "I..., never pictured you as the type to be ashamed of his sexuality..." said McConnell, aloud. "Aren't you...?" asked Malik. "I mean..., YOU'RE not out at work...!" "Ashamed...? No! Cautious of who I tell...? Yes! There's a BIG difference!" answered McConnell. "My wife, my children, my family, my friends ALL know..., but I keep my sexuality secret at work because I NEED to be able to enact authority when giving out orders!" Malik thought... "Well..., I guess that would be easy for YOU to say..., you're a strict top! That holds a little bit more acceptance than being a bottom!" thought Malik, aloud. "I'm not a strict top...!" said McConnell, making Malik's eyebrows rise. "I'm versatile...!" "You..." started Malik, unable to believe his ears. "...were never verse with me!" "You never asked...!" said McConnell, simply. "I just assumed you weren't interested! Have you ever topped another man before...?" "Andy...!" said Malik, thinking back to his days as a prison guard (in The HOLE). "Oh..., and Maleece while we were stuck in that Prison Plantation...!" he remembered. "Did you like it...?" asked McConnell, turning off his burners. "It was..., --different from fucking women...!" recalled Malik, with a slight frown. "I guess I'm just more comfortable being on the bottom...!" "We all have out talents..." smiled McConnell, seductively. Malik found himself staring at the older man, remembering life together as a couple. In one evening he'd had more conversation with McConnell than he had in 2 years of talking to Marvin... Malik felt himself starting to feel old familiar feelings... "So..." he said, taking his first bite of McConnell's seafood stir fry. "...since you and Andy broke up..., have you been intimate with anyone...?" "Are you offering...?" asked McConnell, jokingly. "Maybe..." smirked Malik, suggestively. But before McConnell could respond, they heard the doorbell ring. Malik snapped back into reality. "Are you expecting company...?" he asked, as McConnell headed towards the door. "uh..., actually..., yes!" answered the captain, opening the door. "Ramone...! Come in...! I'm glad you could make it...!" he smiled, shaking hands with the new detective. "Make an invitation to the captain's home for dinner...? Of course I could make it!" said Ramone, stepping into the condo. His face quickly changed with surprise when he saw a third party joining them for dinner. "um..., Malik Jones..., I'd like you to officially meet Ramone Davenport..., also known as Diamond! He's the sleeper we had in Tempest's roost! We wouldn't currently have Tempest in custody without his help!" "Hey..." said Ramone, walking over to shake Malik's hand. "Hi." said Malik, feeling slightly jealous as McConnell took the new detective's jacket. "It sure smells good in here...!" smiled Ramone, rubbing his hands together with anticipation of a home cooked meal. "Dinner will be ready in a moment...! Why don't you two have a seat...?" said McConnell, heading for the kitchen. "I'd better be leaving..." suggested Malik, heading for the closet. "So soon...?" asked McConnell, doubling back. "Yeeeaahhh..." said Malik, grabbing his jacket from the closet next to Ramone's. "...I need to be at the hospital in case Marvin wakes up...!" "Okay..." said McConnell, as Malik opened the front door without so much as a goodbye. "...call me if there's any change in his condition!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "Are you sure I'm not interrupting anything...?" asked Ramone, sensing something in the air between Malik and McConnell. "No, nothing at all..." assured McConnell, sitting their plates down in their place settings. "I really appreciate being here..." added Ramone, sincerely. "...being able to talk to someone about this..., you have no idea how bothered I've been about it...!" "I could imagine..." said McConnell, taking his seat. "...are you SURE you won't reconsider my offer to talk to a police psychiatrist...?" "No..." snickered Ramone, bashfully. "...where I come from, you don't go see a psyche doctor unless you've LOST it!" "It's really not like that..." defended McConnell. "...psychiatrists have gotten a raw deal over the years..., but they really help when you need an objective opinion or just need to vent some rage...! You'd be amazed how good you'd feel after a few sessions! Getting some deeply rooted issues to the surface and finally admitting them aloud could be very therapeutic!" "I thought that was why I was coming to see you...?" said Ramone, somewhat nervously. "I mean..., in the past year YOU'VE been my ONLY outside contact to the real world...! I feel closer to you than just about anyone else in my life right now...!" "It HAD to be hard...!" said McConnell, sympathetically. "In the beginning it was very hard..., trying to fit in. I had to break up with my girlfriend at the time, not knowing how long I'd be undercover...! She was pissed! Then not being able to hear from my closest friends and family...! Don't get me wrong, I KNEW what I was getting myself into..., I've done undercover work before..., but never for so long! For a whole YEAR I lived, breathed, ate, slept, shit, and fucked with these guys..., all the while just WAITING for the day I'd learn where Tempest was hiding so I could go back to my normal life...!" "And how is normal life...?" asked McConnell curiously, knowing Maleece and Malik had tough times getting back to normal after their undercover works. "My mom smothered me in kisses when I got back home..." laughed Ramone, stirring his stir fry up on the plate. "...she cooked all my favorite foods..., trying to fatten me up! But..., I feel so disconnected from everyone now..., they've all moved on in the past year while I feel like I've stayed still...! I feel like I'm trailing behind them all...!" "Is that only because of the time away...?" asked McConnell, starting to eat. Ramone thought... "No..." he admitted after a long pause. "...it's because of what happened to me at the orgy...!" he said, taking a deep breath and staring down into his plate as the memories of Kane butt fucking him in Tempest's presence still played fresh on his mind. "THIS is where the psychiatrist would come in handy..." insisted McConnell. "...he could help you tap into your feelings about what happened that day..." "I'm well aware of my feelings, Captain..." said Ramone, making eye contact. "...I just don't know what to think of them...!" "Maybe it'll help if you discussed how you felt?" "How I felt at the moment I was being fucked...?" asked Ramone. "It hurt like a mother fucker...! But I don't know if I was more hurt by the pain of penetration, or my pride...? I mean..., I couldn't fight Kane off like I really wanted to because I didn't want to risk exposing myself and alienating Tempest by making him think I had something against homosexuals..., so I just kind of allowed it to happen...! But the whole time it was happening I couldn't help thinking how crazy it was...! How could I have allowed myself to be put in such a position...? But the more I wanted to fight it, the more I felt I shouldn't..., as if it would validate my character somehow...! I KNOW it sounds crazy..., but that's what I was thinking at the time...!" "It's not crazy..." said McConnell, being supportive. "...you were in a dangerous situation and did what you felt was necessary to insure your safety is all...!" "I WISH that was all it was..." muttered Ramone under his breath. McConnell cocked an eyebrow curiously. "I've been..., having these weird dreams ever since it happened..." admitted Ramone, taking a sip of water after his throat began to feel dry. "Dreams...?" inquired McConnell, intrigued. "Erotic dreams...!" clarified Ramone, ashamed. "Oh." said McConnell, taking another bite of dinner. "How does the dreams make you feel...?" "Like there's something WRONG with me...!" confessed Ramone, troubled. "I never really had these kinds of thoughts before until THAT day...! So it HAS to have something to do with that...!" "Well..." said McConnell, thinking aloud. "...it's not uncommon for rape victims to have sexual dreams and even fantasies about their rapists after a traumatic experience..., I wouldn't put too much thought into it though..., it could be a myriad of reasons why you're dreaming of Kane...!" "But Kane's not the one I'm having erotic dreams about..." confessed Ramone. "Then WHO is it...?" asked McConnell curiously, getting an embarrassed looked from the detective. "OH...!" said the Captain, flattered. "You can't possibly mean ME...?" "I've said too much already...!" said Ramone, getting up from the table. "No, wait...!" called McConnell, getting up as well. "You're probably just feeling confused by the experience you've suffered at the hands of Kane, and your dreams are projecting those feelings back erotically..." "OR..." said Ramone, looking back. "...it COULD be something deeper...! I'm not some confused teenager who just got his first blow job and don't know how to handle it Captain..., I KNOW these dreams are leading to feelings I've never allowed myself to explore...!" "So..., what are you saying...?" asked McConnell. "I'm saying..." said Ramone, stepping in closer. "...I'd like to explore those feelings..., IF you're interested in helping me...?" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "I..., I'm flattered..." said McConnell, flabbergasted by the offer. "But you're not gay...?" assumed Ramone, expecting to be rejected. "No..., I am gay...!" admitted McConnell, getting an interested look from the detective. "But I'm just not sure THIS is what you need right now...! I don't want you doing something you might wake up to regret tomorrow...!" "It's all I've been thinking of since the day it happened..." explained Ramone. "I find myself thinking about it constantly, wondering if I should have done things differently..., but then I think if I had, I might not have experienced it at all...! I don't regret it happening...!" "I'm confused, Ramone..." said McConnell, trying to get it straight. "...you wish it didn't happen...? Or are you glad it did...?" "Both!" answered the detective. "If it hadn't happened, I wouldn't be going through all this turmoil right now..., but since it has happened, I want to explore it more..., but not in the same brutal way...!" "How far are you willing to go with this..., --experiment...? And are you SURE you're ready for where it might take you...?" asked McConnell, concerned. "I'm not sure of anything right now..." admitted Ramone, feeling nervous and excited all at once. "...all I know is..., I WANT to, --with YOU!" "Okay..." said McConnell, giving it some thought. "...I think..., I need a drink...!" "Me too!" laughed Ramone, more from nerves than humor. He followed McConnell to the bar, where the captain poured two glasses of Jack Daniels. They both downed the first glasses without thought, just wanting to calm their jumbled nerves. But after the third glass, they began to feel more at ease. McConnell looked Ramone over, wondering what the 34 year old 200 muscular pound dark skin man saw in an old man like him? He didn't want another repeat of the debacle he had with Malik, feeling like he was taking advantage of an inexperienced insubordinate. Yet Ramone was much older than Malik was at the time..., he seemed to be going into this with open eyes. McConnell knew morally (given his position as Ramone's boss) that he should turn around and walk away, but something about the handsome 6 foot 4 inch man intrigued him, more than he was willing to admit to himself. "So...?" asked Ramone, finishing his last drink. "Lesson One..." said McConnell, setting both their empty glasses down on the counter. "...if you can't take kissing a man, then you don't need to be doing anything else with him...!" Ramone looked scared as McConnell stepped in closer, bridging the gap between them. He felt his heartbeat quicken when McConnell lifted his huge light skin hands to his face, then eased in even closer to kiss. Ramone fought the urge to pull away. He closed his eyes and waited as McConnell's face came in closer. He could feel the older man's breath before he felt the softness of his lips touch his own. Ramone didn't know what to expect as he held his breath, hoping he wasn't too turned off by the experience. McConnell kept his eyes open as he gently grabbed the detective's face, then leaned inward to kiss him. He saw the look of apprehension on Ramone's face, but didn't feel the officer resist. When he touched his lips to the detective's, he saw the question mark show on his face. Ramone didn't know what to expect, but he was pleasantly surprised by the gentleness of the captain's touch. He accepted it, feeling the captain's lips press in tighter. Ramone felt his dick starting to harden as they mashed lips, turning their heads side to side. Then McConnell surprised him by adding his tongue, licking it across his pursed lips before pushing it into his mouth. Ramone moaned in response, unable to help himself as an unexpected passion began to build inside him. He allowed the captain's tongue to enter his mouth, suckling the oral muscle as it searched around in his cavity for a new home. They kissed for several minutes, breathing deeply as they swapped spit, their hands roaming curiously over their bodies as they began pressing their hard fronts together. "God..." moan Ramone, breaking the kiss to clear his muddled mind. McConnell continued, kissing him along the jaw line and neck, making Ramone mad with passion. He reached back behind the detective and firmly grabbed his butt cheeks, squeezing them through the rough denim of his jeans. Ramone felt his dick pulse as they mashed crotches. "Shall we continue...?" asked McConnell, pausing. "Yes...!" gasped Ramone, nearly bursting with energy. McConnell broke away, separating their bodies as the evidence of their excitement showed in their crotch bulges. Ramone looked on curiously as McConnell silently left him standing there, heading into another room. It took Ramone all of 2 seconds to realize McConnell was leading him into the bedroom. He followed, stopping at the bedroom door as McConnell pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy well toned torso. Ramone followed suit by removing his own shirt to reveal his chocolate muscles. He met McConnell in the middle of the room where they began kissing again, locking lips. This time Ramone was more aggressive, taking charge as he kissed McConnell back with relish. Soon they were ripping at each other's belts, trying to free their weapons. McConnell's was the first to hit the open air, his 9 and 1/2 inch slightly curved mulatto dick swaying back and forth like a fleshy pendulum. Ramone wrapped his hand around, yanking at it roughly until McConnell reached down, covering his hand with his own, showing Ramone a gentler way to jerk him off. Ramone slowed his stroke, feeling the entire muscle in his hand. He felt compelled to go to his knees, to see the captain's dick up close. So he slowly dropped down before his superior, coming face to face with the older man's might sword. McConnell watched as Ramone admired it, studying it as if being graded on it later. He turned the dick left, then right, checking it out at all angles before taking it clumsily in his mouth. McConnell watched patiently as Ramone sucked his first dick (badly), scrapping his teeth across the tender surface and suctioning too hard or too softly to be properly enjoyed. McConnell knew it was his first taste, so he didn't make a fuss. He simply stood there as the detective sucked, trying to jam the long curved snake down into his inexperienced throat on the first try. After a few minutes McConnell pulled him back up to his feet, kissing the detective passionately in the mouth. He undid Ramone's pants, slowly kneeling down in front of him as he lowered the pants to his ankles. Ramone's own 10 and 1/2 inch arrow straight dick came into view, jetting out from between his thunderous thighs. McConnell gasped. He knew Ramone was packing, but not like that. He wrapped his light hand around the dark meat and jacked it, admiring the long length and the fat round reddish head before leaning forward to swab it with his mouth. Ramone moaned as the captain washed his dick with his tongue, licking up and down the sides and underbelly, painting it carefully in spit. Ramone stood over McConnell like a statue, watching his superior carefully as if taking notes. He watched McConnell bush his tongue back and forth, licking all along the hard wet shaft before leading back up to the tip. He oval his lips over the head, then sucked it into his mouth, taking over half the hard mast in one swoop. "Damn..." moaned Ramone, throwing his head back in ecstasy as the captain's hot mouth made love to his dick. He slowly recovered, feeling the mouth move back and forth. He had had blow jobs before, but never to this degree of excitement. Just watching the captain on his knees before him, bobbing his head and using his mouth to please him was enough to make him want to cum. He fought back the urge as he tried to steel himself, wanting to make the feeling last forever. McConnell was enjoying Ramone's dick, liking the taste as he ran his mouth gingerly up and down the shaft. He relaxed his throat muscles, allowing the dick to journey further and further down with every bob. Ramone could see the captain's mouth getting closer and closer to the base, much deeper than any girl that had ever sucked him. He wondered if the Sir would be able to deep throat him? As if on cue, McConnell lowered his face down into his Ramone's pubic hair, swallowing his entire shaft down into his warm throat. "OH MY GOD...!" choked Ramone, feeling the captain's warm gullet wrapped around his pulsing member. McConnell held it there for a few seconds before pulling back. He slurped his way back up to the crown, sucking juicily at the head before unexpectedly plunging his mouth back down on the shaft. "UHHH...!" groaned Ramone, feeling his staff submerged in the warm flesh of his captain's throat once again. The feeling was totally exquisite as McConnell pulled back, then plunged forth again, repeating this move 5 or 6 times before Ramone's dick practically doubled in size then started spitting hot cum down into his esophagus. "Oh fuck...! Shit man...! Aww damn..., I'm fucking cuming...!!" announced the detective gleefully, grabbing the back of McConnell's head to keep his mouth planted around the hairy base. McConnell moaned internally when he felt the giant black dick pulsating in his throat, firing rope after rope of creamy hot sperm directly down his throat. The dick fired nine spurts of cum down McConnell's throat before it finally stopped and began to ooze forth the rest. Ramone relaxed his hold on McConnell's head, allowing him the freedom to pull back. McConnell slowly sucked his way up the still pulsing shaft, milking the slick hard column of its precious load before finally pulling free. Ramone's dick remained brick hard, standing at full attention as McConnell returned to standing. "Damn man..., that was the BEST head I EVER had in my LIFE!" he exclaimed, still excited. "How'd you learn to suck dick like that...? I've been looking for a woman who could do that since I was 12! You're fucking amazing..., Sir!" McConnell laughed as he led Ramone to the bed. He pushed the taller/younger man onto his hands and knees in doggy position, then knelt down behind him. Ramone spread his knees in anticipation, having had his ass eaten before. He looked back over his round muscular shoulder and watched as McConnell parted his muscled ass cheeks, then pressed his face down between them. "Awwww fuuucccckkkk man..." he moaned, loving the way it felt. McConnell pressed his face into Ramone's ass, lapping his tongue up and down the hairy crack as he searched for the hole. When he found it he swabbed it with warm spit, soaking it thoroughly as he drilled his tongue inside. He could feel the tight anal ring flex and pulse, reacting to the washing as it eventually began to relax under the gentle pressure. McConnell continued to eat Ramone's hole for well over 30 minutes, using his fingers to pry the fighting sphincter muscles open before pulling his dripping face away and slapping his curved hardon along the crack. Ramone was ripe for the fucking, moaning and groaning as he rotated his ass enticingly, not even aware he was doing it. McConnell reached for the lubricant by the bed, then squirted a generous amount onto his dick and onto Ramone's back door. He greased both pillar and orifice thoroughly before aligning them, pressing his hard mallet inward. Ramone tried to stifle a scream as the dick head began to pry him open, slowly penetrating his tight ring despite its best efforts to stay sealed. He bit down into the pillows, burying his face when the pain got to be too much. It felt as if someone was tearing his body in half with their bare hands, like some mad psycho in some cheap horror movie. His muscles popped, his body tensed, and just when he thought he could take no more, he felt McConnell's hairy pubes rest against his bare butt cheeks. "Oh god...! It's IN me! It's ALL the way in me!" he gasped, lifting his head to look back over his shoulder. "Yeah..., it's ALL in there...!" confirmed McConnell, grounding his hips into Ramone's ass. Ramone could feel the entire shaft inside him, buried deep, stretching his hole even wider than Kane. It nearly felt like someone had stuck a fat child's arm up his ass, then flexed his fist. McConnell grabbed hold of Ramone's waist, churning his dick around in his anal gut as the strong virgin like ring choked at his dick base. Slowly he started to drill his way in and out of the ass, watching his mulatto dick slide between the dark globes, disappearing and reappearing with each inward/outward stroke of his hips. He looked up Ramone's deep chocolate colored back, loving the sight of his flexing back muscles as he moved in and out of his ass. Ramone moaned aloud, his quivering manly voice going up a few octaves the deeper he went. McConnell knew Ramone wouldn't be able to take the fucking for long, as this was only his second time getting fucked. He knew he would have to be gentle, as well as fast. He slid the entire shaft of his curved dick in and out of the hole, feeding the gut nothing but meat. Ramone squirmed to get away, inching up onto the bed until he was lying completely on his stomach. McConnell simply followed him, lying atop him as he continued fucking into his upturned ass from above. "Oh god it hurts...!" groaned Ramone, unsure he would be able to continue. McConnell kicked his legs apart, wedging himself between them as he hammered gently at his hole. "Oh fuck...! Damn...! I can't take it...! I can't...!" he complained, trying to get away. McConnell laid on top of him fully, pressing his chest to his back as he wrapped his forearm about Ramone's neck and whispered in his ear... "I'm getting close..." he gasped, still humping into the ass beneath him. "...do you want me to pull out or cum inside...?" Ramone thought about it for a moment, recalling how nasty his asshole felt (oozing semen) after Kane came inside him at the orgy... "Cum IN me...!" he whispered, wanting to have that feeling again. McConnell continued humping, sliding through the taut cheeks to bury his dick again and again. He kissed Ramone along his neck and shoulders, suckling the space between his shoulder blades while holding onto his strong body as if wrestling for a championship. He felt himself getting nearer as he picked up the pace, slapping his hairy pelvis into the (up until now) straight man's ass with stronger thrusts. Ramone bit his lower lip to keep from wailing too loudly. He gripped the bed sheets in his fist as the thrust got harder, punching McConnell's curved sausage deep in his milking rectum with growing intensity. "Here it comes...!" warned McConnell, ramming all the way inside as he began grinding against Ramone's ass. "Awww fuck...!" moaned Ramone, feeling the dick churn inside him. "AARRRHHHHHHHH...!!!" yelled McConnell, cuming hard as he unloaded weeks worth of hot cum deep in the detective's ass. Ramone felt McConnell's arm holding him in a chokehold, keeping him locked prisoner until he finished unloading. McConnell moaned in Ramone's ear, squirming on his back as his body jerked from orgasm. Once done, he pulled out and rolled off onto his back, panting breathlessly as if just running a race. "You okay...?" he asked, looking over at his breathless partner. "Did I hurt you...?" "It was..." started Ramone, rolling over onto his side. "...much better than the last time...!" "So you liked it...?" asked McConnell, rolling on his side, facing Ramone. "I could definitely get used to it...!" smiled Ramone, stroking his hardon. "Do YOU want to get off, now...?" asked McConnell, looking down at Ramone's erection. "Hell yeah!" answered the officer, hoping for another mind numbing blow job. McConnell surprised him (yet again) by grabbing the lubricant, and rolling back onto his back. He threw his legs into the air, then lubed his own asshole, slipping a few fingers inside. Ramone got up onto his knees, positioning himself between the captain's legs. He greased up his own dick, then aimed it down at McConnell's hole and pushed in. "Go slow...!" wanred McConnell, feeling the 10 and 1/2 inch penis penetrate him. It'd been awhile since the good captain had had his backside nailed by another man, but once you've learned how to ride a bike... Ramone pressed all the way up inside McConnell's ass. He loved watching the captain's handsome face scrunch uncomfortably, getting his revenge. He pressed in until he was balls deep, forcing McConnell's knees up to his chest while tilting upward in pushup position. Ramone started rocking in and out, sliding his dick back and forth, slowly screwing the captain at a slow pace. He didn't want to start off too hard, fucking the captain too roughly and killing any chance he might have of getting back up in there. He paced himself, taking his time to allow McConnell to get used to his girth while building up a steady pace. He humped into the boss's ass as McConnell relaxed and allowed him passage, looking up into his face with his piercing green eye . Occasionally he would grunt loudly when Ramone stroked too deeply, otherwise he took the fucking like a champ, reaching back into his memory for the experience. He held his legs open, pulling Ramone down on top of him as they locked lips again, kissing like bandits. Ramone ate McConnell's mouth with zeal, giving into his passions as he threw caution to the wind. McConnell was a bit taken aback by the straight man's zest, finding it somewhat overwhelming as Ramone made fucked into him like a man who had been doing it for years. Ramone found himself really enjoying the concept of male to male sex. The more passionate he and McConnell became with the kissing, the harder he fucked into the good captain's buttock. Soon he was hammering McConnell like a pile driver, slamming his nearly foot long torpedo into the captain's rear can with effortless strive. The two men seemed well suited for each other as the locked together perfectly like a well run machine. All too soon Ramone felt himself nearly climax. He wanted to pound into the captain's ass a little longer, to repay him some of the pain and discomfort he suffered himself. But alas McConnell's anal talents proved too good as Ramone shoved all the way in and exploded. "AARRRHHHH SHIT...!!" he cursed, losing his spunk to the captain's colon long before he was ready to depart with the load. McConnell felt the dick throbbing and pulsating inside him. He could tell by the painful expression on Ramone's twisted face, that he was firing his monkeys well into his body, filling him up with the soulful essence. McConnell waited patiently until after Ramone finished cumming before he pulled him back down on top of him, wrapping his arms tenderly about his back in a tight bear hug. "I could DEFINITELY get used to this..." whispered Ramone, lying atop McConnell exhausted. "So could I..." whispered McConnell in his ear, barely loud enough to hear. "...so could I." Written by NPhillydogg@aol.com _______________________________________________ For questions, comments, or suggestions, write me at the address above, or join me on Facebook.com for faster updates on what I'm working on next!