Date: Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:12:28 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
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]
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THE PRECINCT II -pt-11
Title: EXECUTIVE DECISION

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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.


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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...


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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 façade 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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