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Part Five;
Previously; Kevin Buchanan's spirits were flagged by a successful encounter with gay Kevin Sheffield in a bar parking lot. Feeling a whole man again, Buchanan was more determined than ever to impregnate his wife Kelly Cramer and if he could continue fucking the gay on the side, well that was an added bonus. Rex Balsom was angered over the memories Kevin Sheffield elicited concerning his past. Her wanted to punish the queer for ruining his new respectability and confidence. Antonio Vega was experiencing feelings he hadn't acknowledge since prison and was torn between making things right with his fiance, Jessica Buchanan, and finding out just who the gay youth was from the strip club.
Antonio glanced over at the sleeping form of Jessica at his side and gently slipped up from the bed. Padding gently to the bathroom, Antonio quietly closed the door behind him and secured the lock. Sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, Antonio gently rubbed his cock and felt it coming alive. He lifted his hand from his cock to his nose and imagined smelling the sweet scent of the cute little queer from the club. His cock jerked to full erection. Gripping it with both hands, he began stroking his cock, remembering what the fag's lips had felt like. He pumped harder as he pretended those sexy lips were wrapped around his cock again.
"Yeahhhhhhh," he groaned lowly. Antonio closed his eyes and imagined the cute queer's innocent but sexy eyes looking up at him from between Antonio's muscular legs. "Suck my cockkkkkkkk!"
He rubbed the palm of one hand up around his bulbous cock head feeling the damp evidence of pre-cum. "My pretty little cock suckerrrrrrr," Antonio purred. "Yeahhhhhhh," Antonio pumped his shaft harder and more furiously. He felt every vein and ridge as the pretty queer boi must have against his full pouty lips. "Mmmmmmm," Antonio rasped, "you belong to me! You're my little cock suckerrrrrrr."
Antonio's balls tingled and he rolled them gently in the palm of one hand while running his other palm back up around and across his cock head. He was so close. Eyes clamped tightly, he looked into those pretty little eyes looking back up at him. His balls were churning. He wanted the pretty little queer boi to drink another big load.
"Ughhhhhhhhh," Antonio suppressed the guttural as much as possible as his cum flooded from his cock head forcefully. "Aghhhhhhh," Antonio deliberately pumped his cum into the palms of his large hands. "Yeahhhhhhhh," he chanted as he emptied his cock and the heavy load rolled over from the sides of his cupped hands. Despite some rivulets rolling down the back side of his hands and some strings stretching toward the bathroom floor, Antonio lifted his hands to his lips and licked his own cum up. As he licked his hands cleaned, he imagined that he was feeding the load to the pretty little queer. When his palms were licked clean, he wiped the back of his hand against his lips and sighed in contentment.
Dt. John McBain was on his motorcycle running the streets of Llanview after a disastrous encounter with Natalie. He couldn't understand the woman! One minute she was hot for him, the next she was cold. He swore that he was getting blue balls from her damn games! As he zoomed past a well known gay club, his mind flashed back to the entire Jen Rappaport murder. Who would have believed that her husband, an upstanding politician, had a secret gay life? He didn't quite understand the reason Danial would cheat on a good woman like Nora, especially with a young college boy. Hell, he couldn't imagine fucking around with a fag no matter how frustrating women could be!
As he turned his bike around a corner near Angel Square, a commotion in the square caught his attention. Five street punks were assaulting a sixth young man. He slowed his bike a bit. He was off duty but the men, all of whom looked like gang members, were really wailing on the overwhelmed young man. Breaking his bike, he climbed off the vehicle and began to walk toward the commotion.
"Hey!" John yelled.
The men stilled and looked at him in the distance. He was standing under a lamp post so he was pretty visible to the punks. Obviously one recognized him because he heard one of them exclaim that he was a cop and they ran off leaving the victim leaning heavily against the fountain. John would have given chase but he noted how unstable the male victim appeared to be. He walked closer.
"You ok?" The man lifted his head at John's question and he recognized the other man instantly. He was Mark something or other, the notorious gay lover of Nora's incarcerated husband Danial.
"Fine," Mark noted sarcastically.
John nodded. He wasn't very comfortable with fags. "What happened?"
The bitter young man glared at him. "What does it look like happened?"
John bristled a bit at the man's defensiveness. "You know them? They have some beef with you?"
Mark looked at John in derision. "I think you know who I am, so you can imagine what their beef was."
"You want to press charges?" John wasn't exactly sure how he should handle the situation. The young man clearly needed help, but had a massive chip on his shoulder. Of course, John couldn't exactly blame him. The fag was a bit of a pariah since the murder and sex scandal.
"What good would that do?" He snorted in disgust. "Besides, I'm not exactly mister popularity with the Llanview PD."
"That wasn't your fault." John offered sympathetically.
Mark tensed, so the cop did know who he was. He surveyed the leather clad cop. A bit rough with long hair and bad ass attitude, he wasn't exactly Mark's type. Of course, Mark inwardly scoffed, what was his type, murderers? And there was no denying that the cop was hot, definitely sexy.
John suspected the fag was checking him out and shifted uncomfortably. "Where do you live?" He asked abruptly.
"On the other side of town." Mark explained. When John lifted his eyebrows a bit, Mark was defensive again. "I was studying at the library but missed the last buss across town."
John nodded his head a bit, "and so you were going to walk across town at this time of night?"
"I...."
"Don't you know how dangerous this part of town is at night?" John's gaze flicked to his mussed clothing and the scrape to his cheek. "Yeah," he shrugged, "well now you do." John thought a moment. He couldn't exactly leave him there to fend for himself, but it didn't feel right to simply get him a taxi. "Come on," he said after thought. "I'll get you home safely."
Mark hesitated.
John sighed a bit in exasperation. "I'm a cop. I won't bite."
No but Mark wouldn't mind biting him! He suppressed a giggle at the sexual thought. "Yeah," he relented, "ok."
John walked across the street and Mark followed. When Mark realized the cop's vehicle was the motorcycle parked along the curb, he hesitated again.
John turned to him and saw the trepidation in his eyes. "It will be all right." He assured. "My girl rides with me all of the time. You just have to hold on to me."
Mark's gaze traveled his muscular form. That wouldn't be unpleasing at all. Again, John understand the man's gaze and strain of thought. His heart began to race a bit.
"Yeah well," he climbed on the motorcycle, "hop on."
Mark awkwardly climbed on the vehicle and tentatively wrapped his arms around the cop's waist. Mark felt the cop's rippling muscles beneath his jacket and shirt. He tensed uncomfortably. John revved the bike's motor and took off.
Kevin Buchanan was on top of the world when he entered his darkened apartment. He'd performed masterfully earlier, shooting the biggest load he could remember in years. There was no question about it. He was still a man! He half wanted to wake Kelly when he saw her asleep in their bed and fuck her raw just to prove the point. However he decided his spousal duty could wait another day, when both were ready to make their baby.
As John McBain traversed the streets of Llanview heading for Mark's apartment, he wondered again how a man like Danial could fuck around with another.....with this dude.
Mark held a bit tighter to the cop at the high speed and actually enjoyed being pressed against the sexy cop. He shifted a bit as he threw a boner.
McBain felt the fag's boner but wasn't exactly repulsed. He was curious, though.
to be continued.....