Date: Tue, 09 Mar 2010 19:23:11 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II / pt-19

[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 -pt19
Title: INSIDE MAN

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

PRECINCT-23

"I don't agree with this, Commissioner...!" said police captain David
L. McConnell, looking out the window from his office leading out into the
precinct's squad-room as he watched Brian Dunn (alleged front man for the
drug lord Tempest Williams) being escorted up from the holding cells in the
station's basement. "Dunn's arrest was by the book! I don't understand how
he could be getting off scot-free!"

"What can I say, McConnell...? The man still has friends in high
places...!" started Commissioner Bradley, nonchalant about the whole scene.

"More like lapdogs!" said McConnell, bitter over Dunn's manipulation of
public Officials. "Who else had he been fucking besides mayor Edwards...?
There's obviously some Officials who he has some damaging dirt on...!"
thought McConnell aloud, watching Dunn through the mini-blinds in his
office. "Who do you think it is...?" he asked curiously, wondering who Dunn
had the drop on? "He wanted to speak to the District Attorney..., do you
think he got to Larry Putman somehow...?"

"Anything's possible..." said the Commissioner, standing behind McConnell
as both men watched Dunn sign the paperwork for his release. "...you know
these faggots grow on trees nowadays...! You can't spit on the sidewalk
without accidentally hitting one of them! You know my daughter Kelley
nearly married one...! That Jake Valentine had us all fooled until he
hooked up with that black transvestite..., what's her name...!"

"Peaches!" said McConnell, his eyes narrowing as Dunn finished signing the
paperwork, then glanced up at his office and gave a cool open
wink. McConnell felt an angry shiver run up his spine, believing Dunn
making fun of him. He reached for his doorknob before the Commissioner
could finish his thoughts.

"Yeah..., that's him! Peaches...! My daughter said he was a tall black
scary sight, standing down in our front yard at 4 o'clock in the
morni...HEY...! Where YOU going...??!" called the Commissioner, following
McConnell out into the squad room.
	McConnell rushed to the front door as Brian Dunn briskly walked
through the sea of reporters and camera crews camped outside on the front
steps (all trying to get the official scoop on the Tempest Williams raids),
and ran towards a large black limousine which had been waiting for him.

"A limo...?!!" called McConnell, astonished and angry all at once as he
started to jot down the license plate numbers.

"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you, David..." advised the
Commissioner, walking up behind McConnell at the door. "...it's probably a
rental! You can pay cash to rent those things nowadays...! I doubt whoever
sent it would have left a trail that easy!"

"You're probably right..." agreed McConnell, abandoning his attempt to copy
the plate. "...it just bothers me that he's able to just walk away from
this with absolutely no consequence whatsoever! He's just as dirty as any
drug dealer locked up downstairs!"

"Try not to look at it as the one that got away..., and look at the bigger
picture..." suggested Bradley, prompting McConnell to turn towards him
questionably? "...we got that sonovabitch Tempest Williams! That alone
ought to make your approval ratings go up through the roof this election
year!"


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	Brian Dunn briskly walked through the sea of reporters and camera
crews camped outside on the front steps, and ran towards a large black
limousine which had been waiting for him. The backdoor flung open as he
quickly jumped inside, leaving the hounding reporters in the dust as the
limo suddenly took off down the street.
	Brian's face dropped when he saw who his ride was...

"Out of all the people in Tempest's camp..., I surely didn't expect to see
YOU here..., --Peaches!" said the assistant, staring at the 6 foot tall
transsexual sitting beside him.

"Divine!" corrected the diva with attitude. "My name is Divine, now...!"

"I know! Divine Graham!" announced Dunn, unable to see the surprised look
in Divine's eyes from behind her shaded sunglasses. "Yes..., Tempest knows
all about the marriage to his arch rival!"

"Funny..., I thought they were partners!" smirked Divine, receiving a frown
from Dunn.

"You of all people know of Pooh's and Tempest's past histories! I'm
surprised Pooh had the class to send a limousine to get me...!" countered
Dunn, trying to get under Divine's skin by insulting her husband.

"Oh, the limo isn't from Pooh, darling..." smiled Divine, knowing Dunn's
little secret. "...it's from the man who gave you your walking papers...!
Commissioner Bradley!"

"How'd you...?!??" asked Dunn, surprised that Divine knew the truth.

"Tempest and Pooh aren't the only ones with a history, honey...!" smirked
mrs Graham, crossing her long shapely legs as she enjoyed the shock on
Dunn's otherwise usually smug face. Priceless.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	After Commissioner Bradley left, Captain McConnell walked into the
interrogation room where 30 year old Diamond was held. "Give us a
minute...!" said the captain to the police man guarding him. Diamond
watched from his handcuffed seat at the table as the officer got up and
exited the room without question, leaving him and the captain alone.
	McConnell slammed the door shut before walking over to where
Diamond was seated. "What the hell happened...?!" he asked in an angry
tone, the tension evident on his tense handsome mulatto face.

"I don't kno what you're takin about...!" said Diamond defiantly, his hands
cuffed behind his back.

"The room's secure..." informed McConnell, in a softer voice. "...what the
hell happened...?! You told me it was going to be a drug deal we
raided...!"

"I thought it was...!" said Diamond, as McConnell reached on his key ring
to his cuffs. "I was told that I was going to meet with Tempest Williams,
and that it was going to be a big event...! How was I to know it was going
to be an orgy?!"

"You nearly ruined 2 years of undercover work, detective!" said McConnell,
freeing Diamond's hands. Diamond rubbed his sore wrists, looking up at his
captain sourly.

"I'm the one that's had his ass in a sling for the past 2 years,
Captain...! I think I had more to lose than the department!" argued
Diamond.

"Oh course you did..." said McConnell, realizing he was being too hard on
the detective. After all, they still got their man! "I'm sorry, Ramone...,
this whole ordeal has been taxing on all of us involved! You did good work,
detective!" added the captain, patting him on the shoulder,
thoughtfully. "Thank you!"

"Thanks, sir...!" said Ramone, feeling less used. If only the captain
understood what he lost during his undercover work? Who could have known
that ONE afternoon in Tempest's hideout could change his entire life so
drastically? He didn't even feel like the same man anymore. "What happens
now, sir...?" he asked curiously.

"Well..., we have what we were looking for..." said McConnell (referring to
Tempest), sitting on the edge of the table. "...so I guess you could take a
nice long vacation somewhere and visit your friends and loved ones before
coming back here to testify about what you witnessed in court!"
	Ramone thought about testifying against Kane and Tempest (the only
two men who knew the truth about his deflowering), and felt anxiety
starting to build inside him.

"Well sir..." he said, taking a deep breath for courage. "...I'm uh..., I'm
not sure I would feel comfortable testifying in court...! I mean..., do you
have any idea what I had to do to fit in with those losers to be considered
a serious drug dealer...?!"

"You didn't KILL anyone, did you...?" asked McConnell, concerned.

`Only myself...!' --thought Ramone. "Well..., no!" he answered instead.

"Then you don't have anything to worry about!" assured McConnell.

"I SOLD drugs to people...!" admitted the officer. "I didn't just
observe...! In order to be considered one of them, I became an active
dealer..., selling to people on the street!"
	McConnell thought for a moment, then just when he was about to say
it was going to be alright..., Ramone continued. "AND I had sex with a few
people...!" he blurted aloud.

"A FEW people...?" questioned McConnell, unsure what that meant.

"I...I HAD to, sir..." said the detective, still looking down at the
table. "...you just don't understand the pressure I felt to fit in! I
didn't want to ruin the entire investigation, so I did what they wanted me
to! Tempest's whole infrastructure is built around drugs and homosexuality!
You HAVE to be into it, rather you're straight or not, or else everyone
would start looking at you like something's wrong with YOU! And the
she-males..., they ALWAYS make themselves available to the drug dealers!
After awhile..., it almost becomes natural to fuck them! If you don't, then
you could draw suspicion to yourself! I HAD to do what I HAD to do to stay
in their good graces...!"

"I..., I didn't realize how much pressure there would be for you..."
started McConnell.

"I got fucked too!" admitted Ramone, spelling everything as a tidal wave of
admissions came flooding out. McConnell looked in shock as the detective's
chin smashed against his chest in shame. "At the party..., a guy named Kane
took me in front of Tempest...! I was..., I was so confused...! I didn't
want to fight too much because I didn't want to blow my cover and have
Tempest think I had something against homosexuals! So I..., I just let it
happen...! I let him fuck me...! It was a quest for power! Kane wanted to
show Tempest he was a better man than me...!"
	McConnell was near speechless as he stared the well muscled
detective over curiously...

"That was..., --FAR beyond your call of duty, officer...!" he said, at a
loss for proper words.

"There's more, sir...!" confessed Ramone, causing McConnell to brace
himself for the worse, not knowing how much more bad news he could
take. "One of your uniformed officers came by looking to score some Sextasy
for himself!" told Ramone. "It was obvious that it wasn't his first time
there..., and the drug dealers..., --WE..., --took turns fucking him for
his drugs!"

"Who was it...??!" asked McConnell, sickened by the whole ordeal.

"I believe the officer's name was Jake..., Jake Valentine!"


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	McConnell left Ramone sitting in the interrogations room as he
stepped out into the hall to think. How could he have misjudged Tempest's
influence so badly? He felt personally responsible for Ramone's downfall,
having left the undercover officer in the belly of the beast with no real
backup or protection for too long!
	And now Jake...! McConnell knew there had to be some residual
issues with Jake, left over from his ordeal with his former partner Bruce
Gardner. Bruce had started Jake's drug spiral by injecting him with Sextasy
back when he and his cohorts had left Jake for dead in one of Tempest's
crack buildings (chaps 8 & 9 of the original series Precinct Twenty
Three). McConnell thought should have gotten Jake into rehab after finding
out about that incident, as it now seemed he was out of control. He would
have to do something to rectify the problem before it escaladed any
further.

"David...?" called Malik Jones, from the other end of the hall. "We're
ready for you, sir!"

"huh...? Oh! Oh yeah...! I'll be right there...!" said McConnell,
remembering his other obligations. Leaving Ramone on ice at the moment, he
briskly followed Malik down to the conference room where his narcotics team
(Malik, Maleece, Macnamera, Hightower, Scully, Ross, and Marvin Rollins)
had assembled.
	He walked into the small room, greeting his fellow offers and
Rollins with handshakes. "Marvin..., glad you decided to come aboard with
us!"

"So long as nobody finds out about it..., I'm kew with it!" said Marvin,
squeezing McConnell's hand with a firm shake.

"Good! What have we got so far...?" asked the captain, eager to get down to
business.

"Well..., Scotty and I set up a meeting with this `Vinny' guy for tomorrow,
about buying large quantities of Sextasy to start selling in South Philly!"
recapped Hightower. "And this is the perfect time to do it since most of
Tempest's men are currently down for the count due to the raid...! The
rendezvous is in Roswell Heights, where Tempest is already rumored to have
men working for him! If it's a problem we could do a sweep through it and
gather up the remaining dealers, or at least scare them off from the area
during the sting! We could set up base in the wooded area behind the
projects where there isn't really any civilians!"

"Is that area secured...?" asked McConnell, concerned for his men's
safeties.

"We're scouting it now for any surprises, sir!" affirmed detective Scully,
a middle aged balding man.

"Good..." thought McConnell out loud. "...I want everyone fitted with wires
and vests...! We can't chance a civilian (meaning Marvin) getting shot in
this setup!"

"Done!" said Hightower, making notes.

"Wait a minute..." intervened Marvin, not liking the idea. "...any real
drug dealer would spot a bulletproof vest a mile away..., even under a
coat! I don't want one!"

"Unacceptable!" said McConnell, outright. "We're responsible for your well
being while you're out there...! And I'm not having to call home to your
parents to inform them that their civilian son had been killed accidentally
in a crossfire while helping police with a drug sting!"

"Marvin might be right..." agreed Maleece. "...a vest would definitely
indicate police presence, and could make the situation more tense than it
should be...! If we can keep the mood authentic with the contacts believing
we're on the up and up..., the vests might not be needed!"

"And no wires either!" added Marvin.

"See..., THIS's why I said NO to using drug dealers...!" argued
Macnamara. "He just wants us to go in there blind and unprotected so his
criminal friends can kill us all one by one!"

"I vouch for Marvin's loyalty!" countered Malik, bringing a noticeable
smile to Marvin's lips.

"So do I...!" said McConnell, staring at Marvin and hoping his trust was
warranted. "He helped us take down warden Ellis with no problems...!"

"Ellis was an Official..., of course he helped take him down! Ellis was a
warden, not a street thug like THIS guy's friends!" argued Macnamara. "Did
he name any of the drug dealers behind bars...? Did he even name any on the
street since his release...?!"

"We didn't ask him to!" countered McConnell, understanding the detective's
reluctance to work with Marvin.

"When I was a drug dealer and I was dealing with peeps I didn't kno too
well, I always checked em for wires!" admitted Marvin, ignoring Macnamara's
statements. "I checked Malik too..., except for that last time when he got
my ass...!" smiled Marvin, making Malik blush with embarrassment.

"So how are we supposed to record the conversations without wires...?"
asked Macnamara, sarcastically.

"We COULD go in early and set speakers up around the meet area..."
suggested Hightower. "...that way we could still get everything on record
even if they strip searched us! We could set up surveillance cameras as
well...!"

"Good idea!" said McConnell. "I want it done like yesterday!" he insisted,
bringing the meeting to a close. "Maleece..., can I speak to you for a
moment...?" he asked unexpectedly, causing Maleece to get nervous.

"Yes, sir!" he answered, wondering what he did wrong?
	McConnell waited until everyone was leaving the conference room,
not wanting to discuss personal issues in front of staff. He couldn't help
observing Malik and Marvin, watching their body language and silent
innuendos. He could see they were still hot for each other, even after all
this time. "Yes sir...?" asked Maleece, bringing McConnell back to the
present as Malik closed the conference room door behind him.

"uh..., I know things are kinda awkward between you and Jake since the
birthday party..." said McConnell, trying to be extra sensitive.

"How do you know about that, sir...?" asked Maleece, valuing his
privacy. "MALIK!!" he suddenly realized, recalling how close he and the
captain were. "He can't keep his big mouth closed for nothing...! Jake
cheated on me, sir...! I'm not going back with him if that's what this is
about...!"

"Don't worry, detective..., it's not!" said McConnell, having recently gone
through his own cheating partner drama. "I just wanted to know if you've
seen Jake since then...?"

"No..." answered Maleece. "...why don't you check with his partner...? I
think HE was the one I saw in the video...!"

"Ellis...?" asked McConnell, skeptically.

"Yeah..., who else with a big black dick would be fucking him on his cell
phone...?" asked Maleece.
	McConnell thought about what officer Ramone had described to him
earlier...

"Are you aware that officer Valentine is hooked on Sextasy...?" asked
McConnell, bringing a shocked look to Maleece's face.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-5<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

WEST PHILLY

	Malik Jones drove himself and his roommate/lover (Marvin Rollins)
back home to their West Philly apartment that night in his personal
car. The city's skyline became hazy with clouds as rain settled in, making
for a messing rainy commute. "Are you SURE you're up for this tomorrow...?"
asked Malik, holding onto the stirring wheel as they drove through the West
Philly side of Fairmount Park towards Wynnfield.

"I'd be lyin' if I said I was'n a lil' nervous..." admitted Marvin,
reclined back comfortably in the passenger's seat as he stared out the
window. "...but I ain't scared of the setup..., I'm scared what would
happen if peeps in the hood found out I'm workin' with police...! My whole
rep'll be shit!"

"It's for a greater good!" said Malik, trying to make Marvin feel
better. When Marvin didn't respond, Malik took an unexpected turn up into
the park, cutting off his headlights as he drove down into a desolate
drive, coming to a complete stop in a heavily wooded rest stop.

"What'r we doin' here...?" asked Marvin, curiously.
	Malik cut off the engine, but left the cd player on, playing the
best of Maxwell.

"Why you think...?" asked Malik, unhooking his seatbelt.
	Marvin laughed aloud...

"So you just gonna take my shit without askin'...?" he asked, throwing
Malik's words back at him. "Don't I git a say in this...?"

"Of course..." said Malik, leaning in to kiss Marvin's thick full lips
while he unzipped his pants. "...you get to pick being on top or
bottom...!"

"No decision there..." said Marvin, parting his lips as he sucked in
Malik's tongue.
	Malik climbed up halfway on top of Marvin as he fed on his mouth,
kissing as if they hadn't tasted each other in days. He could feel Marvin's
big dick starting to harden in his pants as he fought to free it from its
zipper. He reached into the pants and fished the hardening phallus out
through the slit, freeing it into the open air. "Mmmm..." moaned Marvin
into Malik's mouth as the officer's hand glided gently up and down the
thick shaft. "How freaky'r we gonna git out here...?" asked Marvin, a few
ideas running through his mind.
	Malik looked around as the rain started to come down hard.

"I think we're isolated enough..." he said, maneuvering until he had his
head hovering over Marvin's piece. "...I think our imaginations are the
limit!"

"Oh really...?" laughed Marvin as Malik lowered his head. "Cuz I can think
up some pretty nasty shit! OOoohhh..." he moaned softly as Malik's mouth
enveloped him.
	Malik stretched his mouth down around Marvin's thick dick, first
suckling the head and then sliding his lips down around the wide shaft. It
had been indeed a day or two since he and Marvin had been intimate, since
before the Maleece's disastrous party. Malik had welcomed the time between
them, feeling he needed some distance from his live-in lover. But now that
they were together again, he realized his body still craved Marvin's huge
hands, his full lips, and big dick.
	He bobbed his head up and down in Marvin's lap, feeling the dick
fill his mouth to overflow as he desperately tried to keep his teeth from
scratching the tender surface.

	Marvin laid back in Malik's car seat, enjoying the warm suction as
Malik tried accommodating the entire shaft in his mouth, stretching his
lips obscenely to fit the massive dark meat between his jaws. Marvin loved
head, but ass was his forte. He casually reached down and began caressing
Malik's ass through his pants, his big hands squeezing and gripping the
seat of his ass with a strong grip.
	Malik sucked harder, enjoying the feel of his lover's piece in his
mouth. He could feel Marvin's hands slipping down into the seat of his
pants as he loosened the waistband. Marvin dug his fingers into Malik's ass
crack, feeling for his hot hole. Licking the tips of his fingers, he
replaced them between Malik's ass cheeks, and began digging inside.

	Malik groaned around Marvin's dick, getting hotter by the second as
his asshole began to crave something more substantial. He began shedding
his clothes, kicking off his shoes and sliding off his pants and underwear
in the front seat as he continued bobbing his mouth slowly up and down the
hard shaft.
	Marvin shoved his middle finger straight up into Malik's hungry
hole to the third knuckle, feeling the warm bunghole suck snugly on his
digit. He moved it in and out, stretching and relaxing the hole as he
probed deeply. He reached down beside the seat with his free hand, grabbing
the lever to recline the chair backwards. Lying flat, he pulled Malik into
sixty-nine position so he could eat Malik's ass. Malik straddle Marvin's
torso upside down while he continue feasting on his big prod. Marvin pulled
Malik's ass down, then buried his face up between his taut cheeks.

	Malik groaned when he felt Marvin's tongue licking at his crack,
the slithering muscle searching the deep center for the warm hole. Once he
found it, he zoomed in and began drilling. Malik groaned muffled moans
around Marvin's dick, getting hotter and hotter as he ground his ass down
against his face.
	Marvin pried the cheeks apart, lifting his head as he tongue fucked
at Malik's sweet pucker. He sucked and slobbered all over the manhole until
Malik couldn't take anymore. "Fuck me...!" moaned the detective, ready for
some dick as he tried to lift up off Marvin's face. But Marvin locked his
hands around Malik's thighs, trapping him in place as he continued eating
his asshole. "Fuck man..., let me go...! I need that dick in me...!"

	Marvin smiled to himself as he ate Malik's ass for a few more
minutes before finally letting the officer go. Malik quickly spun around
facing Marvin, as he positioned his ass above the ex-convict's dick. Marvin
placed his hands behind his head relaxingly, watching Malik do all the work
as he reached back and aimed Marvin's fat rod up to his asshole and sat
down on it. "UUUUHHHH...!!!" groaned Malik through clenched teeth as the
dick head and shaft pressed into his ass. He could feel his anal ring widen
to slide down around Marvin's girth. Marvin looked up to see Malik's
twisted face through the dim moonlight and flashes of lightning. He made no
move as Malik sat all the way down on his dick, resting his ass cheeks in
his pubic hair. "OOOooooh it's soooo biiiigggg...!" moaned Malik, waiting
for his anus to adjust to the penetration.

"This's what YOU wantin', rite...?" asked Marvin, groaning softly as
Malik's anus choked and squeezed around his embedded base of his shaft,
milking him like a stud bull.

"Definitely...! Just give me a minute...!" moaned Malik, rotating his ass
down on the dick as he churned it around in his gut. Marvin reached down
and squeezed Malik's hips, grinding his own hips up into his ass as he
pushed himself in further. Malik leaned down over top of him, kissing him
soulfully as his body slowly molded around Marvin's upright pole. They
sucked on each other's tongues with breathless passion, mixing spit as
Malik's hardon lay smashed between their bodies, pressed between their
stomachs as Marvin grabbed two hefty handfuls of Malik's fat round ass and
began thrusting up into them. The rain beat a rhythmic drum against the
roof of the car as the two men fucked inside, joined together as one. Malik
practically doubled his body in half as he bounced his ass and freely
kissed at the same time. For 10 long minutes they made love in that
position, both loving each other's bodies before changing positions. Malik
sat upright, his head touching the ceiling as he rode his lover like a
horse. He bounced his ass down in Marvin's lap repeatedly, his tight taut
ass cheeks swallowing up his boyfriend's swallow manhood with each downward
plunge.

"Yeehhh..., damn! Gimme that ass, boi! Fuck that dick!" encouraged Marvin
from below. Malik reached back behind himself, pulling his ass cheeks apart
as he fucked himself harder, using all of his weight to shove the great
dick deep into his bowels. Marvin allowed Malik to fuck himself for several
more minutes before flipping Malik over onto his back, the souls of his
feet facing the ceiling as Marvin lay on top of him. He hooked Malik's legs
around his biceps, then began slapping his strong hips into his ass as he
dilled his dick well through Malik's cock sucking anus.
	Malik panted hard as Marvin fucked him, his hands locked up around
Marvin's scalp as they continued kissing like teenage lovers. Malik grunted
into Marvin's mouth every time Marvin's long hard dick sliced through his
body like a sword, the thick heavy shaft pulling his anal ring in and out
with every thrust. It was hard to believe after all this time together that
they still held the same passion for each other. If Malik had any doubts
before, they were washed away under the tidal wave of Marvin's thrusting
hips as he drove himself through Malik's bottom with pile driving force.

"Who's pussy is this babee...?" asked Marvin between hot heated kisses, his
hips now slapping into Malik harder. "Who be makin' this pussy cum like a
bitch...? Who's is it...?!"

"It's YOURS man! It's YOUR pussy!" shouted Malik, stroking his own dick as
he suddenly burst hot cum all over his heaving chest. "AAAARRHHHH
fuck...!!" he cried as the cum rocketed out of him like a pressure cooker.
	Marvin smiled as he watched Malik cum. He loved that he still had
the power to make Malik's body do what he wanted. He reached for the
doorknob, opening the passenger's side door as he pulled out of Malik's
convulsing hole and got out of the car.

"Wha..., what're you doing...?" asked Malik curiously, as Marvin stood
outside the car in the pouring rain buck naked, the rain water washing all
over his sweaty black body like oil. Malik couldn't help but admire
Marvin's great physique and raging hardon as it stood out in front of him
by 10 inches.  "No...! No wait...!" he yelled as Marvin suddenly grabbed
him, pulling his smaller naked frame from the cozy comforts of his
car. "What're you doing...?!?" he asked as Marvin picked him up into the
air like a child, then slammed him down on his back on the wet hood. Malik
instinctively opened his legs, exposing his well stretched hole as Marvin
slapped his hardon back up between his ass cheeks. "Oh fuck...!" he gasped,
feeling the dick pry open his hole once again as it easily slipped through
his anus and sank all the way up inside his bowels.

	Marvin pressed all the way up inside Malik's body until he could go
no further. With his pelvis pressed flat against his lover's ass, he
resumed fucking, pulling out and shoving back in with deep long hard
strokes, holding onto Malik's shoulders for leverage as he pounded hard
into his ass.
	Malik knew this fuck was solely for Marvin, having cum already, his
own dick lay limp across his abdomen while Marvin took control. Malik could
barely see as the rain beat down upon them, small puddles falling into his
eyes as he fought to keep up with Marvin's thrusts. Every so often they
could see headlights through the dense trees as cars continued to drive
by. Being outdoors seemed to heighten the excitement of the sex act. Marvin
found himself slamming into Malik's body like a madman, needing to cum in
the worse way. He climbed up onto the car with Malik, shoving Malik's knees
up to his chest as the back of Malik's head lay against the
windshield. Marvin fucked even harder as the hood of the car creaked under
their weight. Malik felt like a boy up under him, being taken by a man
twice his size.

"I'm git'n close...!" warned Marvin, feeling his dick swell as he fucked.
	Malik cling to him harder as he opened his body up for him. He
spread his legs wider, giving Marvin deeper accress. Marvin slammed his
hips into him a couple of more times before ramming all the way in and
holding himself in balls deep. He threw back his head, facing the blackened
sky, and roared like a uncaged animal as he came. "RRRAAAHHHH...!!" he
screamed as his dick pulsed, then shot over 10 thick ropes of hot cum
straight into Malik's battered bowels.

"Yes...! Give it to me! Ooohhh...!" moaned Malik, taking the gift as Marvin
ground around inside him.

"Damn that was hot..." moaned Marvin, already coming down from his high as
he fell down against Malik's chest.

"Who's dick is that inside me...?" asked Malik, feeling Marvin's face as he
peeked up at him through the oncoming rain drops.

"It's yurs, babee...! Always...!" said Marvin, kissing his lover as they
lay in the privacy of Fairmount Park...


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