Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-28 COP KILLER
GARDNER'S HOME
Police tape corners off the home once occupied by a policeman and his family. Coroner and forensic specialists travel in and out of the abandoned home. Samples are taken from the home, as well as the body of a young black drug dealer from a neighboring neighborhood. He was young, about 19 years of age. Identification listed him as Quentin Davis (from chap-13). He had an arrest record, and was well known around his neighborhood as a ruthless upcoming dealer for Tempest Williams. Christopher Gardner had come to him for drugs, and was introduced to Rashad Miller, who later brought 17 year old Chris to Tempest whom ruined young Christopher's life and family structure.
Neighbors were questioned by officers looking for the whereabouts of the boy and his family. No one knew anything. Even fellow high school friends Nick Shaw and Tommy Diggs knew nothing of Christopher's whereabouts.
RIVER-VIEW APARTMENTS
David McConnell stood in his spotlessly clean kitchen, cooking one of his favorite meals. Pots boiled with steam as sauces simmered, and meatballs fried in a skillet. The scent of spices aroma through the apt, and into the bathroom and the shower where 17 year old Christopher Gardner stood under the spray of hot water.
His stomach growled from hunger as he turned off the water, then toweled himself dry. He wiped away the fog from the medicine cabinet mirror, to see his reflection. His stingy dark hair lay scattered across his scalp and forehead. Dark circles hung under his eyes, giving the impression that he hadn't slept in days, or perhaps were a drug addict. McConnell had given him a change of clothes (which Malik had left behind). When Chris exited the bathroom, he was hit with the delicious smell of Italy as McConnell mixed his sauces, his noodles, and his meats.
"You look like a different kid all cleaned up!" smiled McConnell, donning his oven mitts as he reached into the stove for the garlic bread.
"Thank for the shower, man..., I know I must've looked a sight." said Chris, meekly.
"Well..., you looked like you could use one." chuckled McConnell. "And feel free to keep the clothes, they belonged to a friend that doesn't live here anymore."
"A friend?" asked Chris, walking into the kitchen. He was wearing a sweat suit that belonged to Malik.
"Yes." answered McConnell, leaving out the part that they were lovers. He didn't want to scare the kid, or make him think he was interested in sex for payment of the clothes and the food he offered. "Why don't you take a seat at the dinning room table? Dinner will be served in 2 minutes."
"Okay." said Chris, taking a look around the apt as he moved into the dinning area. He noticed pictures of McConnell's family on the walls and book shelves around the neatly styled apartment. He noticed an old wedding picture of McConnell, and another picture of him back in police uniform shaking hands with his THEN partner Bruce Gardner (Chris' dad), also in uniform as they posed for the camera in front of the Precinct. The 2 men looked 20 years younger than they do today. Chris knew it was his father from before he and his sister were born, back before his dad became the asshole he is today -thought Chris.
Just then McConnell came into the room carrying a huge serving bowl of spaghetti and meatballs, and a basket of home baked garlic bread drizzled in olive oil.
"Dinner is served, son." announced McConnell, as he returned into the kitchen for drinks. He placed a soda pop in front of Chris, while he dined on red wine. Chris ate 3 full helpings of McConnell's dish. Mc smiled at the growing boy's appetite, happy to see his food appreciated once again. With he and his wife now divorced, and his kids off in school and starting families of their own, he had no one to cook for. That's why he enjoyed having Malik around so much. "So I take it you enjoyed your meal?" he asked, as Chris sat back in his seat, rubbing his full belly.
"And HOW!" belched the boy, excusing himself with embarrassment. "Were you a chef or something?"
"No." chuckled McConnell. "I'm actually a retired police officer. But I LOVE to cook. I was toying with the idea of writing a cookbook with some of my most favorite dishes. Or even opening a small restaurant somewhere in Society Hill. Something small, personal, that I could run from one kitchen."
"Sounds like a plan. You definitely could, you food is waaay better than my moms!" said Chris, looking up at the clock on the wall. "I, uh..., I suppose I should get going..., its getting late and all...."
"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" asked McConnell, concerned.
Chris thought of his parents house, but quickly decided against it.
"No. But I'll be okay. I've been on my own for awhile now." admitted Chris.
"Where are your parents?" asked McConnell, curiously. Chris sat silently for a moment, knowing he would have to lie.
"My uh..., my dad died..., and my mom's on drugs." he said, flatly. "She kicked me out after I walked in on her and one of her tricks. I've been on my own ever since."
McConnell didn't know if he believed the boy, but saw no reason why he would lie, or be on the streets unless the story had a ring of truth to it. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"18" lied Christopher, figuring being legal age would make a difference.
"Don't you have any family in the city you can turn to?" asked McConnell.
"No." answered Chris.
"I know a few shelters that house young men like yourself..., I could take you to one of them tomorrow. They would make sure you have a warm bed, some hot food, a shower. Would you like that?"
"That'd be okay." answered Christopher.
"Good. Until then, you can stay here the night. I have an extra room you can have. My son usually sleeps there when he visits from college." said McConnell, getting up from the table. He showed Christopher the room, then left him to his privacy as he returned to the kitchen to clean up.
Chris looked around the room, seeing pictures of what he supposed was McConnell's kids. They all looked older than him. He checked the closets and draws being nosey, but found nothing unordinary. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts of sex ran through his mind at warp speed. His young cock hardened in his pants, popping a tent in his sweats as rested his hands back behind his head, wondering how big the ex-officer's dick was?
MALECEE'S APARTMENT
Jake and Malecee enter's Malecee's apt, after a long day off. Malecee was pissed that their day off resulted in a lot of police work, making it feel like less of a day off. Tomorrow it was back to business as usual. Thankfully he was able to sneak a few minutes to stop by his former partner's house to visit with officer Jackson as he recovered from his injuries sustained from being raped by a gorilla (chap-17).
The mood was mournful, as Jake's mind was on Gardner's missing son and his promise to Bruce to keep him safe. With Christopher now the police's sole suspect, they had the whole police force looking for the teenager, making capturing him safely all the more harder to do.
"You look so grim." said Malecee, tossing his keys into their usual spot.
"Finding deal cockless bodies tend to do that to me, I suppose." said Jake.
"What you need is something to make you relax. Take off your clothes." said Cortez, massaging Jake's tense shoulders.
"Is that your answer for everything, -SEX?" asked Jake annoyed, as he stepped out of Cortez's reach.
"Never been a problem before." said Cortez, as he stared Jake up and down. "You on your PERIOD or something?"
"There you go! Referring to me as the "woman" again!" sighed Jake, frustrated. "Just because I LET you fuck me, doesn't make me any less of a man!"
"Let me fuck you?" chuckled Malecee. "As I recall, you didn't have much choice in the matter!"
"Oh, I've always had a choice!" insisted Jake.
"Really? That comes as a surprise!" smiled Malecee.
"I used to be on both the football teams, AND the wrestling team back in high school." informed Jake. "If I don't want you to fuck me, you wouldn't." he added, manning up. Cortez took off his gun and shield, then tossed them on the sofa.
"Then let's put that to the test, mr JOCK!" challenged Malecee.
"What do I get if I win?" asked Jake, curiously.
"Win?" laughed Malecee, not having even considered it. "What do you want?" he asked, confidently.
"Loser gets fucked." offered Jake.
"I'm already fucking you." countered Cortez, needing more incentive.
"Okay..." said Jake, trying to come up with an alternate. "If I win, I get to fuck YOU in the ass..., and if YOU win, I'll be your complete and utter sex slave for a week. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Bath you, suck you, massage you, suck your feet, wash your clothes, run your errands..., I'll be your total pussy-boy. You can fuck me any time, and place, anywhere you want; in the squad-car, at the Precinct, in public, my parents house..., anywhere!"
Malecee's dick grew hard at the offer.
"Sounds like a good deal. What's the rules?" he asked, eager to get this fight over with.
"We wrestle in our underwear. No pulling hair, no grabbing genitals, and no breaks. Winner takes all!"
"I'm down with that!" said Cortez, stripping off his shirt to reveal his muscular torso. "And be prepared to give me plenty of HEAD in public..." he added with a smirk. "....I've always wanted my dick sucked at a movie theatre, on a public transit bus, in a pubic swimming pool, and on a bridge during the day light hours!"
"You're such a fucking freak!" laughed Jake, as he removed his own clothes. The 2 men stood naked before each other as they moved furniture aside for their fight. They circled each other, sizing each other up as they stared competitively into each other's eyes before lounging forth....
TEMPEST'S LAIR
2 sleek shinny cars pull up in front of a desolate apartment building complex on the end of a dead end street. The building is the new current base of operations for the drug lord Tempest WIlliams. He bought the complex dirt cheap, and allowed it to quickly riot with decay and squatters until LNI inspectors came in and boarded up the home and declared it a hazardous structure. The street is an isolated eye sore, with a lot of vacant lots and very few occupied homes (just the way Tempest likes it).
7 men exit the 2 vehicles. From car one; Pooh (Tempest's new partner), and his henchmen Guy and Leon [thugs #1 & 2 from the "my woman's lover" series in bisexual authoritarian section of Nifty] ). While in car two are 4 white men Pooh knew through association through the underground emerged; (Steve -man in charge, Max, Tom, and Pete). They are opportunist who came across a virtual treasure chest of tainted drugs from Columbia, confiscated from a yacht by the Coast Guard in a drug raid. Somehow the "evidence" (the entire boat) turned up missing. It was considered in inside job, but the drugs was bought and handed off, then re-sold somewhere down the pipe. Pooh was getting it at a bargain price for the value it was really worth on the street. And once mixed in with Tempest's "Sextacy" drug, both king-pin drug dealers stood to make untold fortunes.
The men were all greeted at the door by Peaches (Tempest head mistress). She wore a high mini skirt with garter belts, spiked heels, fishnet pantyhose, a corset, and her famous white wig. The men (mostly underground jailbirds, con men, and thieves) all eyeballed the sexy siren as she allowed them free passage into Tempest's humble abode. The men looked around the shabby dwelling, unimpressed. "The excitement's in the basement" informed Pooh (having learned of Tempest's palace in the basement in chaps-21 & 22).
"So..." said one of the new associates (Max), looking Peaches up and down as if she were chocolate dipping on a stick. "...do YOU come with my deal with Tempest?"
"She's Temp's main squeeze." said Pooh, leading the way down into the cellar.
"Really?" he asked, liking what he saw. "When you get tired of all that dark chocolate..., you can cum sample some of my white stick anytime." smiled Max obnoxiously, rubbing the lump in his pants. Peaches said nothing as she showed the men into the basement.
As they descended the stairs, the smell of sex and drugs hit their nostrils like a fist. Tempest lay naked in his big king sized bed, surrounded by his lovely ladies; Mercedes, Jasmine, Sapphire, Candace, Imani, Tatianna, Porscha, and Luscious. The girls were all dressed in skimpy negligee's, long hair, and heels. Several lay licking and sucking Tempest all over from head to toe, while others play in each other's hair or kissed like lesbians. The 4 new male associates grew instant hardons as soon as they saw the near naked display.
"Hot damn...! We getting in on this, or what?" asked one of the four men, already eager to jump in and get his dick wet.
"Business first..., play later!" insisted Pooh, watching the men's eyes bulge as 2 of the girls took turns deep throating Tempest's huge 9 and 1/2 inch curved python. "First thing's first..., the briefcase?" asked Pooh, referring to the leather case the men carried with them. Peaches stepped up and took the case from the men's hands, then sashayed over to a nearby table where she placed it for Tempest's inspection. Tempest sat back in bed, watching as his two current favorite girls (Jasmine and Sapphire) took turns swallowing his big dick. Jasmine deep throated his big stick, taking it all the way down into her throat as her painted lips touched Tempest's balls. When she came up for air, Sapphire swallowed the dick all the way down, holding it in the back of her throat as it jumped and twitched in her gullet. After a moment or two, she came up as Jasmine went down on it.
Tempest lay back, his eyes closed as his toes curled. He'd been getting the royal treatment from his bitches for quite awhile, and was on the verge of feeding one of them his salty treat. The girls fought to see which of them would be the lucky one to cop Tempest's hot load. They both sucked frantically, eager to taste his honey as it slowly seep from his dick tip. They each waited on pens and needles while the other feasted his thick shaft. As soon as one would come up off of it, the other would swoop in and take it down. Tempest loved deep throat, so they made sure that every stroke of their mouths ended with his cock lodged down deep.
After several moments, they started swallowing one stroke apiece. Each would swallow Tempest's big curved manhood in one take, then pull off so the other could swallow it. They did this back and forth between the 2 of them, throating quickly to keep him on edge. After about 2 dozen single swallows, Tempest came with a heavy groan. Jasmine was the luck one to feel the first burst of semen hit down the back of her throat. She managed to swallow 2 big gulps before Sapphire pulled her off and swallowed his dick down. She ate the next 4 spurts until Jasmine puller her by her hair, and swallowed Tempest's meat. She devoured the last 3 spurts, feeling the warmth of his cum heat her stomach. The 7 men were transfixed on the sight before them. Several had their jaws dropped. Tempest caught his breath quickly thereafter, and rose to his feet out of bed. Peaches was there with his leopard robe.
"So..., are we ready for business?" he asked the men, walking up towards them.
"That was some of the hottest shit I've ever seen!" said one of the white men, his dick tenting the front of his trousers.
"You liked that?" asked Tempest, walking up to the meeting table as he left his girls behind. "We pull this deal, and I'll make sure you each get hot blow jobs before you go. How bout that?" he asked with a negotiator's tone.
"Hot damn!" cheered the men, pointing out which girls they wanted to see slobber over their dicks. Pooh and his men laughed at the white men's eagerness to get at Tempest's "whores". When asked what was so funny, Pooh informed the horny associates that all the "girls" here were men! "MEN??" asked the men, staring in disbelief.
"Men!" insisted Pooh. "Chicks with dicks! Males! But don't get it twisted, these boiz got more game than most of the whores on the streets!"
"Homo's?" asked Max, insensitively. "This a house full of faggots??"
Tempest pulled his trusty cane up from his side, unlatching the 9 and 1/2 inch gold handle dildo (molded to the shape of his own dick) from the actual cane, revealing a 9 inch blade attached at the end. He pointed the tip up to the insensitive guy's throat, and asked him "What did you call me?"
The man quickly reached into his inside pocket to grab his gun, but was shocked when Pooh, Guy, Leon, and Peaches all pulled theirs first, aiming them at his head and chest simultaneously.
"Hey..., hey, what is this, guys? I thought we were trying to set up a deal here?" said one of the other associates (Steve), seeing the matters about to get out of hand. They were 4 white men in the middle of the ghetto at night, surrounded by at least 13 black people (and no telling how many more were hiding upstairs in the apts).
Tempest continued to hold his knife on Max, his red cold eyes string straight through the nervous caucasian.
"You have no idea how many pussies like you I've turned into girls!" he said through pursed lips and a steady hand. "One taste of my black dick and you'll be begging to be my bitch!"
"Wh...wha...whatever, man! Let...let's just do this, alright?" said Max, nervously holding his hands up defensively. Tempest held his knife on him, deciding if he wanted to slit him or not. He saw a single trail of sweat streak down the side of the man's face. Then Tempest laughed and sheathed his knife.
"Just kidding." he smirked, his evil eyes telling a different story. The other white men laughed nervously as Pooh, Guy, Leon, and Peaches all lowered their weapons. "Let's see what you got?"
MALECEE'S PLACE
Malecee Cortez sat on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands as he groaned in disbelief. How could he have lost a physical match to Jake? Jake, of ALL people?? Despite Jake's claims of being a football and wrestling team hero in his high school, Malecee still thought he was more masculine, tougher, and stronger than the younger (gay) officer. Despite Jake's impressive male physique, Malecee still saw Jake as a lesser man for obvious reasons. Malecee hated having lost a wrestling match, but hated having lost it to a know fag! How could he live this down? And more importantly..., how was he going to go through with the bet?
"Ready for your punishment?" asked Jake returning into the bedroom, his soft dick dangling between his legs as he walked. It was the first thing Malecee saw when he looked up. He sighed in despair as he realized his fate. "I've got the lube, and a fresh towel in case of mess..." smiled Jake.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" asked Malecee, about to lose his and along with his manhood. Jake laughed at Malecee's nerves as he sat down next to him on the bed.
"You're really scared about this, aren't you?" asked Jake, sympathetically. "It's nothing to it! A little lube, some excruciating pain, some painful jabbing, some intestinal damage, some minor bleeding, some piercing cramps, some soreness and some swelling, and then it's all over!" smiled Jake, handsomely.
"You're a real asshole, you know that right?" asked Malecee, sighing under his breath.
"It's not all that bad, Mal. YOU fuck me all the time..."
"But you LIKE it!" reasoned Malecee. "I ain't never want another man's dick in my ass like you did! I'm not down with this shit! I ain't no fa..." Malecee caught himself before he finished the sentence, but Jake already knew what he was going to say.
"You think getting fucked makes you less of a man? You think I'll look at you differently after I fuck you?" asked Jake, sensitive to Malecee's situation.
"How could you not?" asked Malecee.
"Me fucking you doesn't diminish you in my eyes!" insisted Jake, warmly. "I'll still see you as the same Cortez! The same virile, sexy man of steel that rushes bravely into a burning car to rescue a trapped woman!"
"A trapped woman who's baby died in that explosion." said Malecee, mournfully. "How could you see me as the same way after you...after you..., you know?"
"Fuck you?" joked Jake, loving every minute of Malecee's discomfort. "Cause I don't see being fucked as being feminine, or faggoty. That's why" answered Jake. "Getting fucked is painful, and not for the timid or faint of heart! Only a REAL MAN can withstand the pressure of another man ramming his thick cock into your ass as hard and deeply as he can! So if I did see you differently, I'd see you as being stranger than before, which is a good thing!" Malecee saw Jake smile warmly as he lay into him sideways.
"Bull-shit!" laughed Malecee, seeing through Jake's ruse. "You just want some ass! That's all! You want to fuck me, and you're willing to bull-shit me to get it!" Jake laughed a loud.
"It was worth a try!" admitted Jake. "You want to back out of it, don't you?" he asked, disappointed.
"YES!" answered Malecee, honestly. "But I won't. A bet's a bet." he said, sadly.
"Well..., I'll be willing to forgo fucking you..." offered Jake, trailing off...
"IF?" asked Malecee, wondering what the punch line was.
"...IF...you let me eat your ass." finished Jake, hopeful.
"No way, man!" refused Malecee. "I don't have no pussy! I don't have my ass played with, -ever!"
"It's either that, or get fucked?" reminded Jake, giving Malecee little option. Malecee sighed, either way he was going to feel like a punk. At least with an ass licking, his virginity would stay intact.
"Okay..." he mumbled slightly, seeing both events near equal. Jake smiled quietly as Malecee got into position in bed. Jake licked his lips hungrily, eyeballing Malecee's bare ass as he climbed onto his hands and knees like a dog.
Jake positioned him so that his ass was high. He roughly massaged the firm buttock with his strong hands, pulling apart the cheeks to reveal the hairy crack and the tiny hidden hole. Jake knew Malecee was a man that had probably never even seen his own asshole, let alone had it licked and sucked. Jake knew Malecee was in for a pleasant surprise, as he leaned forward and swiped his wet oral muscle up and down the hairy lining. Malecee jumped in surprise, his body tingling all over as his ass crack was lightly licked. He'd eaten many woman in the past, and even indulged in eating out Jake man-pussy a few occasions, but Malecee wasn't prepared for the sensation (nor the effeminate effect) having his asshole sucked like a pussy would have on his male psyche.
Jake held onto Mal's bare ass, pushing his face up into the masculine top male's fur-burger. Jake wallowed his handsome mug in Mal's ass crack, licking sucking and eating his hole like a man starving. Jake had experience eating woman's pussy as well, but it was his experience with the transvestite Peaches that gave him the most experience at eating a man's ass.
Jake grew more and more aggressive as he devoured Mal's ass. He pushed the top man forward until Mal was laying flat on the mattress, his legs spread wide and his ass raised high to accommodate Jake's torso as his head lay between Mal's ass cheeks. He squeezed the buttock firmly, enjoying the tension in the muscled ass as Malecee tried to come to terms with what was happening to him. Malecee bit his lower lip to keep from groaning too loudly. He didn't like enjoying the anal eating too much, as it made him feel less manly, like a "punk" in his own eyes. But he couldn't deny that Jake was doing a good job of making his body feel good.
Malecee's hardon ground into the mattress as Jake went wild on his ass. Malecee found himself pushing his ass back to get more of Jake's tongue up his chute. His fingers grip the sheets as he moaned in sweet ecstasy. After nearly 10 minutes of anal play, Malecee couldn't take anymore as he roughly flipped Jake down onto the bed, spreading his legs wide apart and positioned it to face towards the ceiling to give him a clear uninterrupted view of Jake's deliciously shaved anus. The tight pink anal lips pouted sweetly as he stared down at it while licking his lips. Jake protested weakly, complaining that they had " a deal", but Mal was too far gone with lust to stop.
"Fuck that! I want some pussy!" he said neanderthalish as he quickly buried his slick tongue into Jake's scissor spread ass.
Jake gasped as his asshole was tantalized by Malecee's searching taster. Malecee ate Jake's ass like he would a woman's vagina. He sucked hard on the anal lips, causing them to grow fat from suction. He stabbed his tongue in and out, simulating a good fucking and causing Jake's hole to flutter with desire. Soon Jake was begging Mal to fuck him, reaching for the man's hardon as he jacked it slowly in his fist.
"Please...., fuck me Mal..., I need you in me...!" he moaned, feeling his lover's dick throb with excitement.
Mal removed his face from Jake's ass, lining his dick up to the spit dripping hole. He sank the head in, then rammed the rest of his cock in quickly. Jake yelled aloud as his colon made room to accommodate Mal's meat. Malecee pressed Jake's knees up against his chest, as he fucked himself in and out of his lover's tight gripping hole.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me..." groaned Jake, rolling his eyes as he reached up to caress Mal's body. Malecee loved hearing Jake groan sexually, the lust in him bubbling over until it was spilling out of his mouth in nasty dialog. Malecee liked knowing he had the power to drive Jake over the edge. He loved seeing Jake's facial expressions when he jammed all of his cock to the root inside his convulsing asshole.
"Take that dick, baby! Show me how much you like me fucking you!" said Malecee, through pursed lips as he drilled himself in harder.
"Oh, I LOVE it Mal! Don't stop! Keep fucking me, man! Give it to me!" moaned Jake, grabbing Malecee by his humping waist as he fucked in and out. Malecee lay out on top of Jake, kissing him passionately as he allowed his tongue to slip inside Jake's mouth. Malecee could taste his own asshole on Jake's lips as they kissed deeply. Jake sucked at his tongue, swallowing all the spit he could gather as he suckled the wet muscle like a tiny cock. Malecee broke the kiss after several minutes.
"Oh shit, baby..., you going to make me cum!" he moaned, fucking harder.
"Yeah! Cum! Give it to me, Mal!" yelled Jake, grabbing his own cock as he stroked it wildly. Malecee hammered into his ass like a pile driver. The bed bounced after every hard thrust. Malecee wasn't afraid of hurting Jake, knowing his strong muscles male body could take the hard pounding.
"AAAHHHH SHIT, man! I'm cumming...!!" yelled Malecee, thrusting his cock all the way in as he shot off. Jake felt the dick jump and throb inside his gut, knowing it was spitting gobs and gobs of heavy cum inside him. Jake stroked his dick as he watched Malecee cum. A second later, he was shooting his own load all over himself.
"AWWWWHHHH!!" screamed Jake, curling his toes over head as the cum spit from his cock slit in white streaks.
Malecee felt his orgasm slowly subsiding as Jake came, his asshole spasm around his embedded cock like a clamp. After Jake finished, he wrapped his arm about Mal's sweaty back, pulling him down on top of him. Mal laughed softly as he kissed Jake gently on the lips. He lay on top of the male officer for a full minute before parting lips and looking deep into Jake's crystal blue eyes.
"Why don't we move in together?" he asked, surprising both of them.
RIVER-VIEW APTS
Christopher Gardner lay awake in a strange bed. His mind rolling with naughty images of him and other men, men Tempest made him perform for while under the influence of his drugs. Sextasy was a strong narcotic, designed to tap into erotic impulse and drive the user into a sexual frenzy. Chris had been pumped full of that drug when he prostituted for the black drug dealer. Tempest made him into a male whore, sucking and getting fucked by every and anybody that came in contact with him. Chris still had nightmares of being bang-banged by an endless supply of black cocks. Cocks that tore into his anus, and often left him a quivering pile of cold cum. But while Chris' mind may have hated what happened to him, there was no denying that his body craved more of it, -as his hard dick would certainly indicate.
He got up quietly from his strange bed, and made his way over to the door. The apt was dark, lit only by the light of the moon which shone through the huge windows which overlooked the river across the drive.
Christopher snuck up to McConnell's master bedroom, and quietly opened the door. He peeked in, finding McConnell soundly asleep in bed. Adventurously Christopher crept into the bedroom, and stood over McConnell's resting body. Chris' cock was still hard, poking out a tent in his sweat pants as he fought to keep from stroking it outright.
McConnell lay sleeping soundly, in a void of dreams. He dreamt of his family, of still being married and an officer. He dreamt of his children when they were still kids, and how he had missed out on much of their childhood.
Suddenly his dreams switched to he and Malik in bed, making love like lovers as they rolled atop each other in naked bliss. McConnell felt Malik go down on him, taking his big fat dick between his lips as he sucked him. McConnell groaned in his sleep, as Malik took him deep, then bobbed his head up and down in succession. "Oooo yeeeaahh Mal..., suck me..." moaned McConnell, as the mouth worked up and down his stiff pole. The dream seemed so vivid and real as he tossed and turned his head in a passionate sleep. "uuhhh..." he groaned, waking up. It took McConnell a moment for his eyes to adjust, as he looked down to see someone's head bobbing over his pelvis.
"Chr...Chris...?" he mummer, groggily.
Christopher didn't look up as he continued to suck on McConnell's thick 9 and 1/2 inch mulatto dick. "Chris..., don't! You don't have to do that..." said McConnell, trying to pull the kid up from his crotch. But Christopher held on, sucking harder as he took more dick into his mouth. Tempest had taught him how to deep throat in the weeks he held him captive, so he was easily able to swallow McConnell's pole as he once did Tempest's. "OOoooo...!" groaned McConnell falling back weakly into bed, loving the feel of the throat on his dick.
He knew he should stopped the boy, but was already too far gone as far as blow jobs were concerned. He let the boy bob his head, taking his dick in deep with every stroke. McConnell felt his dick starting to throb, already nearing orgasm after the hot dream he had.
Christopher rose his head up off McConnell's cock before making him cum. McConnell looked down in confused frustration as his spit wet dick pulsed in mid-air, threatening to shoot all over the place as it oozed out pre-drips of semen. "What's wrong?" he asked, after being so close to cumming. He watched as Chris got up, then removed his sweat pants to reveal his pale white naked flesh. He spit a huge gob of spit onto his fingers, then massaged them into his asshole. McConnell lay paralyzed as Chris climbed aboard the bed and positioned himself over his upright cock, then slowly lowered himself down on top of it. Both men moaned softly as McConnell's cock sank inside. Christopher threw back as head as his ass settled down onto McConnell's crotch, his pale ass cheeks nestling into Mc's hairy thighs. He ground his ass around in his the older man's lap, churning the big dick around in his bowels.
Christopher groaned, feeling his colon stretch to accommodate McConnell's size. McConnell didn't move, he lay completely still, allowing the kid time to adjust. After a few moments, Chris began to move up and down, slowly fucking himself.
"Fuck me..." he moaned, feeling the huge cock slide over his sphincter muscles. McConnell noticed Chris' hardon on sticking up from his groin. He spat into his hand, and grabbed it. Chris gasped as he moved faster, pulling more cock from his butt as he pushed back on it. The terrible ache in his bowels made his cock throb and leak pre-cum into McConnell's stroking hand.
Christopher placed both hands on McConnell's hairy chest for leverage, and fucked himself harder. McConnell stroked the boys dick firmly, while he thrust up into his butt, driving his cock deeply through the inner ring. "Fuck me, man! Yea! Fuck me!" moaned Chris, loosing some of his inhibitions. Tempest and his thugs used to fuck him ruthlessly, treating him like true trailer trash as they ravaged his poor butt hole and dumped tons of hot male cum into his body. Now Chris sought that same feeling, that familiar pain that reminded him of his greatest weakness, his greatest shame.
McConnell didn't feel completely right fucking someone's child like this. He knew Chris was a troubled teen that needed some sort of parental guidance in his life. He wasn't even totally sure he believed the boy was 18. But there was no denying that the kid had cardinal needs, and an innate knowledge of how to use it. McConnell didn't initiate the sex, so he felt a bit more comfortable that the kid was at ease with what was happening.
McConnell thrust more urgent up into Chris' plunging anus. Their bodies colliding with each move as his long fat dick pierced deeply into the aching innards time and again. Chris felt McConnell taking more and more control, dictating the pace of the fuck as he humped up into his ass. Chris leaned back, riding McConnell as the older man manipulated his cock with his slick fist. Chris moved his hands to the sides of the bed, behind his bent legs as he let McConnell take over the fuck. Chris felt his cock pulse as he reached down into the leg of his sweat pants, and grabbed the handle of the butcher knife he used to slice off Reynolds' dick.
McConnell used his legs to push up into Chris' ass. One hand held onto Chris' hip, while the other worked over time to stroke his cock. Chris' young body started to react to the fucking it was getting. His muscles flexed as his body shook and trembled. He was so close to climax that his cock pulsed and jumped eagerly in McConnell's stroking hand. Chris was just about ready to pull the knife and slice McConnell's cock, when he suddenly started spurting cum all over his mulatto lover's chest and stomach.
"uhhh...uhhhhh...UUHHHHHH!!!" he screamed as he came in McConnell's fist. McConnell felt the tight asshole squeezing his shaft as the boy lost his load. McConnell started to cum just as Chris branded the knife. McConnell saw the large blade, and grabbed Chris' wrist before he could use it. Chris fought as he struggled to stab McConnell as McConnell's cock shot forth load after scolding load of cum deep into his bowels.
Chris grabbed the blade with 2 hands as he tried to plunge it into McConnell's chest. McConnell grabbed both othe Chris' wrists while in the mist of a heavy orgasm. His heart was beating a mileaminute as death stood poised at his door. Weaken by orgasm, McConnell saw the knife coming closer and closer to his him. With all the strength he could muster, he quickly flipped young Christopher over onto his back until he was laying on top with the boy's legs around his waist. His erupting cock was still balls deep inside the boy, still draining his pumping load as he twisted the knife out of the kid's hands. It fell to the floor with a "thump". McConnell finished the fight by clocking Chris in the jaw, and knocking him out cold with but a single punch. As Chris lay there on his back unconscious, McConnell removed his softening dick. Christopher's asshole oozed a fair amount of spent semen from the dilated lips, soaking into McConnell's mattress. He sat back on his knees, wondering what had gotten into the kid as he reached for the phone to call police.
_________________________________________________________ *thanx to Madpup69 for the McConnell/Christopher plot. comments and suggestion, hit me up at NPhillydogg@aol.com