[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG] _________________________________________________________________________
THE PRECINCT II -pt19 Title: INSIDE MAN
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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!"
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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.
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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!"
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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.
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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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