THE PRECINCT - pt2 Title: RELAPSE
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South Beach is a melting pot of cultures. The streets (vibrant with colors) are usually bustling with activity with sidewalk venders, open space cafes, and shops galore before coming alive at night with a multitude of flamboyant nightclubs.
One such spot is Club Façade, where the entertainers are all male drag queens impersonating some of the biggest female performers in the music industry: Cher, Diana Ross, Gloria Estephan, Beyonce, Janet., Madonna, Brittney Spears, Tina Turner, just to name a few.
Its owners (Alan Chip & Carl Dale) are two gay men, lovers who started the club some 20 years ago. Since then it's become the jewel of South Beach, the meeting place of every gay man wanting to be something more.
Their showstopper is a nightly closing act of divine lip singing and choreographed dancing by the club's biggest star..., The Lady Divine! Each night is packed full with tourists and regulars who drop by to catch the show. She's a celebrity amongst the locals and is often featured in The Gay Guide's `must see' category (no small feat for someone who'd only been in Miami a little less than a year).
"Five minutes, Divine!" yelled the stage manager, speaking through the star's dressing room door.
"Okay Shelby...!" she yelled back, donning her latest face and costume: tight fitting leather corset, thigh high black stiletto boots, white tights, silver brassier, and headgear. She was just finishing the last touches of her stunning futuristic makeup when she saw the dressing room door open. "You said 5 minutes, Shel...!"
"5 minutes is up!" said the man in the doorway.
Divine's eyes widened with fear when she saw the man's silhouette in the darkened doorway. "Tempest...?" she whispered to herself before actually seeing his face appear backwards in her mirror.
"Hello Peaches...!" smiled Tempest Williams, stepping into the room. Peaches said nothing as she sat in her chair paralyzed, her wide shocked eyes the only message of her inner thoughts as her heartbeat quickened tenfold. "I thought you were dead..." continued Tempest, looking about the small dressing room which was cluttered with hanging garments. "...imagine my surprise when I found out that you were alive and well, and living here in sunny mother fuckin' Miami...!"
Peaches swallowed (hard) as she held back the urge to scream out loud, to cause attention to herself as the music pump loudly in the distance. Tempest looked back down at the woman sitting before him, his eyes narrowing as he focused on her perfectly made face. "Where's my money, bitch!?" he asked in a venomous tone.
But before she could answer, Shelby appeared in the doorway behind Tempest. "You're up next, Divine...!" said the stage manager, causing Tempest to turn his head in his direction.
Seizing the opportunity, Peaches bolted for the side door. She ran as fast as she could (surprising fast for a man in heels). She busted through the door and down the hall like a bat out of hell, bumping into people as she sped for the fire exit. She hit the back door and out fire escape, nearly falling down the metal steps before correcting her balance and continuing. She jumped the last 5 steps to the ground (losing a heel) and ran towards the nearest street. At the end of the alley she saw a car. The headlights turned on, eliminating the alleyway behind the club as the driver opened his door and stepped out. Peaches stopped in her tracks, figuring it was one of Tempest's hired henchmen. She turned around and ran in the opposite direction, back towards the other end of the alley. But before she could make it to potential freedom, the side door to the club opened as Tempest emerged, pulling from his coat a large handgun which he quickly aimed in Peaches' direction, causing her to stop in place.
Peaches stood still, holding her hands up as her chest heaved heavily for breath. Tempest calmly (coolly) walked down the fire escape and over to her, a prominent smirk on his smug face.
"Tempest...!" was all Peaches got to utter before being back slapped across the face with the back of Tempest's hand, sending her headdress flying as she fell backwards into the piles of garbage cans lined against the back fence. The stage manager and a couple of Peaches show friends came to the back door to see what happened to her, and saw Tempest shoving her into the back of his rented car at gun point. They pulled out their cell phones and began calling 9-1-1 as the car sped off down the alleyway out of sight, never to be seen again.
Peaches sat in the back seat, her back pressed up against the locked door as Tempest directed the driver to the airport.
"I'm taking your ass back home to Philly..." he said, visibly angry as he tried to contain his temper. "...but when we get back, you're gonna tell me where my money is..., than I'm gonna make you WISH you died in that gun fight!" (referring to the shootout with Tempest and the FBI back in the final chapters of Precinct-23).
Brian Dunn was summoned silently as Tempest spread his legs, allowing the slim slender assistant to snake in-between down on the car floor. Peaches watched as Dunn unfastened Tempest's pants and fished out his enormous erection. Peaches turned her head in disgust as Dunn proceeded to suck Tempest off. Tempest eyes never left Peaches as Dunn worked his mouth up and down his shaft, swallowing every inch of the boss's meat.
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PHILADEPHIA, PA Precinct-23
27 yr old police detective Malik Jones went over the latest case files with his new partner (Maleece Cortez) and the Narcotics Department at the Precinct, getting updated with current cases and learning strategies on their ongoing war on drugs.
"Are we still doing undercover in the school system...?" asked Malik, looking up from the paperwork.
"We had to suspend the school projects after you left..." said detective Hightower, walking by Malik's desk on his way to the coffee pot. "...none of us looked young enough to pass as teenagers!"
"Are we going back to that...?" asked Malik curiously, rubbing the new mustache he had allowed to grow over his top lip.
"No need to..." said detective Macnamara, tossing Malik another folder. "...Tempest ain't using kids to smuggle drugs in their assholes anymore...! Once we got hip to it he found other alternatives to circulate his products!" informed the detective, staring at Malik's reaction. "By the way..., good work on breaking that case...! How'd it feel taking those huge metal balls up your asshole...? Bet it smarted like hell, eh?" smirked Macnamara.
"No different than the rimming you used to give me!" joked Malik with a serious face, never looking up from his file.
"What's that supposed to mean...?" asked Macnamara, insulted.
"Let it rest, Scott..., it was just a joke!" said his partner (Hightower), as he walked back to his desk with a fresh Styrofoam cup of coffee. "Look, I'm out of here...! What's say we start introducing Malik to out contacts tomorrow?"
"I'm with that...!" said Macnamara, shutting down his computer as he pushed his chair under his desk. "See you girls tomorrow!"
Malik said nothing as he watched Hightower and Macnamara head towards the time clock. He looked over at his partner Maleece, who had nothing to say about anything as he sat behind his desk going over files.
"Did I do something wrong...?" asked Malik, as Maleece squirmed uncomfortably in his chair.
"Macnamara's just being a prick..., ignore him!" advised Maleece.
"I'm not talking about Macnamara...!" said Malik, getting a strange look from his partner. "Ever since I got here, you've been giving me the cold shoulder..., like I've done something to you personally...!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Maleece, tossing the folder as he got up from his seat to leave.
"Look Maleece..." said Malik, grabbing Maleece's arm. "...I understand that we've been through a lot together, what with what happened at the Plantation and all...! But I'm not the enemy here..., we're both on the same side...!"
"Are we...?" chuckled Maleece doubtful, as he yanked back his arm.
"Yeah..., we ARE!" insisted Malik firmly, standing up for himself.
Maleece looked around to make sure they were totally alone before leaning forward to whisper...
"When I got back from working undercover in Piedmont Penitentiary, the guys all had questions about how I managed to stay away from all the hard-up horny inmates lurking around the prison, looking to shove their hard cocks up y ass...?! You're the only one here who knows exactly what I went through behind bars..., who knows all of the disgusting things that happened to me against my will! Seeing you every day, and now having to sit beside you all day as my partner, is a constant reminder of what happened to me! I don't need that in my life right now! So forgive me if I act a lil' distant...!" explained Maleece, testily.
"I understand, Maleece...! Like you said, --I was there, and you're secret's safe with me! We're in the same boat here...!" reasoned Malik.
"We're NOT in the same boat, Malik...!" corrected Maleece, upset with the comparison. "I went into Piedmont to investigate Ellis for you and captain McConnell..., YOU went into Piedmont to get some convict's dick! We ARE NOT in the same boat!"
"Oh..., and I suppose you and Jake Valentine are just roommates...??" countered Malik, making Maleece turn red in the face.
"Jake and I're..." he started, but stopped before the words could come out.
"Are what...? Just friends...?" asked Malik, knowing better. "Come on, Maleece..., it's ME, remember...? I know everything!"
"Fuck off, Malik!" shouted Maleece, losing his cool as he headed for the time clock to punch out.
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22 year old off duty uniformed police officer Jake Valentine sat in his personal car, eyeing a couple of drug dealers hanging out on a north Philly street corner. Jake hated himself for not being stronger, for falling for Tempest's drugs and becoming addicted to Sextasy. He tried staying clean after his boyfriend (Maleece) came back from working undercover in the prison system, but nothing was as it used to be, --somehow during their separation they changed, becoming different people. Jake still loved Maleece, but there seemed to be a lot of outside obstacles keeping them from committing like they used to.
Obstacles neither of them were willing to admit to each other.
Jake recognized two of the drug dealers on the corner as K-Lo and Smooch (from chap-77 of the original series). K-Lo was about 6', 190 lbs with a thick solid build, while Smooch (only 17) was 5'9", 160 lbs with a slim build. Neither man had noticed Jake as he sat in his car watching them, contemplating going over to them.
Everything in Jake soul told him to go home, to wait for Maleece and get over his drug and black cock addictions. But something in his heart and veins told him to stay, to test the waters and get another taste of both addictive drugs.
Jake shut off his engine as he pulled his keys from the ignition and got out of the car. He felt awkward, being the only white man in that part of town. He zipped his jacket up and flipped the collar before heading across the street. Both K-Lo and Smooch were talking. A car slowed up just as Jake was about to approach. He noticed Smooch walk over to it as he leaned down and spoke to the guy in the passenger's seat. A moment later the man passed Smooch some folded money as Smooch reached into his pocket and pulled out a vale of Sextasy and handed it to him. The car took off soon after, leaving K-Lo and Smooch to continue their conversation where they left off.
Jake walked up just as the two black men noticed him. "Wussup playa...? Lookin' for a score...?" asked K-Lo, believing Jake a customer. "Got that weed, got that Sextasy, got them hoes around the corner...!"
"Hey K-Lo...!" said Jake, getting a double take from the dealer.
"Who the fuck'r you...??!" asked K-Lo, not recognizing the police officer.
"Jake...!" called Smooch, his dick springing hard as soon as he saw him.
"Oh damn..., the cop!" said K-lo, finally recognizing Jake. "All you white mother fuckers look alike!" he joked at Jake's expense. "What you here for cop..., another hit of this?!" asked K-lo, grabbing his meaty crotch.
"I...I was hoping for some more Sextasy...!" said Jake, unable to keep his eyes from looking at the drug dealers' packages.
"Oh we got some Sex for you, cop..." assured K-lo, directing Jake back to their place down the street. "...more Sex than you can handle!" he offered, putting his hand on Jake's butt as he guided him down the street.
"Lo...Look gentlemen..." started Jake in protest. "...all I'm here for is Sextasy...!"
"We gotchu, sweet cheeks...!" insisted K-lo, pushing the door to their building open. "Come upstairs with us, and we'll make sure you get exactly what you're lookin' for!"
"Why can't you give it to me here...?" asked Jake, nervously.
"Cuz..., we gotta check to make sure you ain't carrying no bugs...!" explained K-lo, leading the way inside.
Jake looked back at Smooch in frustration. The 17 year old merely shrugged his shoulders, his dick bulging prominently from his crotch as he held his arm out as to show Jake the way inside.
"We'll hook you up...!" assured the kid, holding the door open.
Jake watched K-lo reach the top of the second floor before he made up his mind to go in. He slowly ascended the steps as Smooch closed the door behind them. At the top of the steps, he walked down towards the drug dealer's apartment. K-lo was already inside, along with another drug dealer Jake didn't recognize.
"Who the fuck is he...?" asked the man, dressed only in jeans and sweat socks.
"This..., is the entertainment for the night!" said K-lo, introducing the two men. "Diamond, this is Jake..., Jake, Diamond! Jake's a cop!"
"A cop...?!?" asked Diamond, grabbing a gun from behind his waist as he quickly aimed it up at Jake. Jake jumped back, throwing his hands in the air.
"I'm off duty...!" he assured, nervously.
"He's kewl, Diamond!" vouched Smooch.
"Kewl...?" asked Diamond, slow to lower his weapon. "I ain't never met no cop who was kewl!"
"This one is!" said K-lo, motioning for Jake to come closer. "He's a freak! A real cum slut! Tempest turned him out a few months ago, had us all pull a train on him while he was fucked up on Sextasy! Now he's hooked on both! Ain't that right, freak bitch?"
Jake lowered his head in shame, knowing this was a big mistake.
"I heard about this guy..." said Diamond, lowering his gun. "...heard he was a real slut!"
"Heard he had some good as pussy too, no doubt!" added K-lo, knowingly.
"That he does!" agreed Smooch, palming Jake's ass.
"You had some too, kid...?" asked Diamond, sounding surprised.
"This hoe gives it up to anybody when he's pumped up..." informed K-lo. "...I bet he'd give that ass up to a bus load of kindergartners if he were high enough! He's a total dump!"
"Bet!" said Diamond enthusiastically, tossing his gun on the couch as he lowered his arms to his sides. "Let's see what this bitch can do!"
"You heard him, whore...! Show your stuff!" ordered K-lo.
Jake hesitated before walking over to the new guy and falling to his knees before him. Diamond was a big guy, about 6'4", 185 lbs with a muscular build. His skin was dark chocolate, causing his diamond earring to stand out like a star on the side of his head.
Jake reached up to unbutton the big man's pants, eager to see what his equipment looked like. Diamond watched from above as Jake unfastened his waistband, then pulled his pants and baggy boxers down around his thighs to free his medium long phallus.
Jake's eyes lit up like saucers when he saw the size of Diamond's soft penis and dark pubic hair. He lifted the heavy pub, aiming it up to his mouth as he encircled his lips around it. Diamond said nothing as he locked his fingers around Jake's head, his dick slowly growing longer and harder in Jake's talented mouth. Jake buried his nose in the black man's crotch, breathing the musky scent of his unwashed pubes in his flaring nostrils.
The dick grew longer in his mouth, the fat wide head reaching down into his throat as Jake's neck began to balloon open to accommodate. K-lo and Smooch watched as Jake's face reddened, his eyes bulging from the strain as the dick fattened and lengthened down in his esophagus. Diamond kept waiting for Jake to choke, but the talented officer held his ground with his handsome face pressed tightly in the drug man's crotch, his big fat dick churning comfortably in his throat.
"Shit..., where'd Tempest find this bitch...?" asked Diamond, releasing Jake's head.
Jake slowly receded his thin pink lips up the long hard shaft, slowly revealing the true length of Diamond's dick.
"Damn..., he ate all that...??" asked Smooch in surprise.
Jake took in a deep breath of air before sliding his lips back down on the shaft, taking it all the way back into his throat. "How big is that thing, anyway...?" he asked, curiously.
"10 and 1/2 inches!" said Diamond proudly, as Jake deep throated him one more time. "uhhh fuck...!" moaned the drug dealer, feeling his dick move down into Jake's throat.
"Told you he was good!" laughed K-lo, rubbing his own sizable bulge through his pants.
"Good ain't the word man...!" sighed Diamond, feeling Jake's face grinding in his pubes again. "This shit's enough to make you leave your woman!"
"His ass's just as good!" promoted Smooch.
"Better!" argued K-lo.
"Better than this...??" asked Diamond, watching Jake whore his throat down around his dick base. "I fuckin' doubt it!"
"Suit yourself!" said K-lo, undoing his own pants as he watched Jake bob his head in Diamond's lap. Diamond took a seat on the sofa as Jake followed him, his mouth never missing a beat as he swallowed the big dick from tip to root over and over.
K-lo removed his own pants as he wrestled with Jake's, pulling them down by the waist until his big pale ass came into view. Jake never stopped sucking cock as K-lo prepared to bone him from behind. "Get me some lube...!" instructed K-lo, sending Smooch into one of the bedrooms. Smooch came back quickly with a bottle of baby oil. K-lo smeared a good deal of it along Jake's hairless pink asshole and his hard 8 incher. He aligned his dick up with Jake's hole, poising the head at the anal lips. Jake could feel the head touch upon his hole, his own hardon growing stiff between his legs as K-lo shoved in.
Diamond watched over Jake's bobbing head as K-lo's fat dick sank into Jake's warm hole. K-lo ground his pelvis into Jake's ass as he sheathed the entire length balls deep inside. Jake lifted his mouth off Diamond's dick just long enough to moan aloud, before resuming sucking where he left off.
Jake felt himself go light headed with lust as he was filled at both ends. Being stuffed full of black cock was as fulfilling as any drug. He looked up at Diamond's well cut body, his black muscles, defined chest, and rippled stomach made him one of the sexiest men around. Jake took his big dick into his throat again and again, knowing Diamond loved it. He loved hearing the black man moan every time he deep throated him, knowing he probably wasn't getting it done often.
K-lo held Jake by the waist as he pumped his dick straight through him, feeding his asshole 8 full inches of thug dick. He watched his own meat sliding through the stretched pink asshole, watching it swallow him whole from behind. He slammed his pelvis into the fat round butt cheeks, see-sawing his way through the cop's plush tailbone.
Jake felt Diamond hook his hand behind his head as he forced him to bob faster. Jake could sense the drug dealer getting close to cumming as he began to hump his hips up into his face. Jake tightened his lips around the thrusting shaft as Diamond took his head in both hands and buried his rod bone deep. Jake felt his air supply shut off as the dick lodged itself somewhere down in his throat then swelled. Diamond threw his head back in ecstasy as his dick throbbed, then suddenly started to pump fresh thick cum straight down into Jake's stomach.
"awww fuck yeah...!!" moaned Diamond, feeling his dick pulse in Jake's throat.
Jake felt the cum pouring into him, his lips sealed around the pulsating base even as K-lo continued to fuck him.
"Shit man..., you bust a nut already...?" asked K-lo, grabbing Jake's shoulders as he hammered hard into his asshole.
"Fuck that shit was good...!" sighed Diamond, still hugging Jake's head in his lap.
Jake couldn't breathe with the hard dick closing off his breathing passages. He simply held his breath while the cock continued to cum, giving his gullet the last few bursts before dying down. When Diamond's grip relaxed on his head, Jake slowly pulled back, unblocking his breathing passages as he gulped down some much needed air through his nose. He could feel K-lo fucking him harder, driving his dick through his rectum like a battering ram. Jake hiked his ass higher, enjoying the slap of his hairy balls against his ass with every inward thrust. K-lo grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head backwards as he pulled the muscular cop back onto his dick. Jake's mouth gaped open, causing him to lose the semi-hard cock from between his lips. He groaned in pain as he closed his eyes and gave his ass up.
K-lo lost control of his hips as he beat his dick through Jake's gut. He could feel the animal coming out of him as his brutal instincts kicked in. He pulled his dick free from the sucking hole, leaving it gaping open before slamming forth and reburying the entire shaft down to the balls. Jake wailed erotically, his dick jerking beneath him between his legs. K-lo pulled out again, pulling his big bloated dick free before ramming in again bone deep.
Jake's body trembled as the dick bore through him to the base. But before his body could adjust, it was suddenly withdrawn again, leaving his hungry hole gaping open and begging for more. "You want this dick back in you, hoe...?" asked K-lo, receiving a heated wail in response. He took that as a `yes' as he shoved his dick back in, spearing the cop on the end of his rod. Jake's handsome face turned angelic as his bottom lip quivered. K-lo ground his dick around in his gut when Jake's balls finally exploded, sending a torrent of cum onto the floor beneath him.
Jake moaned out loud, his eyes closed shut as his mouth gaped open. He was still in the midst of orgasm when he suddenly felt something splattering against his face. He opened his eyes just in time to see 17 year old Smooch standing over his face jacking off. Smooch lost his load after watching his two friends fuck the police officer. Jake extended his tongue, trying to capture some of the flying cum in his mouth. At that very moment K-lo felt his asshole spasm around his dick, triggering his own orgasm as he began to flood Jake's bare hole with his gushing cum rush.
"awww fuck...!!" he grunted as his dick fired forth.
Jake could feel the dick jumping in his ass as he sealed his lips around Smooch's pulsing manhood. Smooch finished off in Jake's mouth as the officer ate what was left of his cum.
"Shit, that was off the hook!" said the teenager, a witness to four orgasms in 10 minutes.
"Damn straight!" said K-lo, his dick still draining in Jake's ass. He reached down into his pants pocket, pulling a small vale from a count of many. "Here, bitch..., you earned this!" he said, dangling it in front of Jake's face.
Jake peeked through the haze of cum covering his face as he grabbed the vale. K-lo and Smooch removed their dicks, allowing him up off the floor. Jake licked his lips, feeling Smooch's load dripping down his face as the men all redressed.
"Yo..., that was a good job...!" greeted Diamond, tucking his dick as he stood up. "Feel free to stop by anytime, man...! This dick is yours whenever you want it!"
"Thanks!" smiled Jake, shaking the dealer's hand as he pocketed his drugs and headed for the door.
Jake walked from the building with Smooch's load still clinging to his face. Some of the Stable Girls walking the streets for Tempest giggled at him as he walked by, making fun as he made his way back to his car. Once inside Jake pulled down his overhead visor, looking at himself in the mirror. Sure enough there were thick gobs of clinging cum hanging from his face like drops of spilled milk. Jake used his hand to capture some of the cum, licking it off his fingers. He stared at himself in the mirror, coming to the realization that he was indeed a black cock slut. He still loved Maleece and wanted to be with him, but he also couldn't deny his deep attraction for black men and the thick muscles between their legs.
Jake looked at his watch, knowing Maleece would be home soon. He started the car, knowing he had to a limited time to make it home and shower before he boyfriend would be walking through their door. Jake wondered how Maleece would feel if he knew of his infidelity? Would he get mad, curse, kick and scream? Or would it even matter? The way things had been going lately, he had to wonder. Would things ever be the same again?
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Maleece made a small detour on his way home from work. He was in no real rush to get home to spend another emotionless night with his lover, so he stopped off at a Peepshow Palace just off of Columbus Boulevard in South Philly.
He parked his car and headed into the building, needing a distraction from everything in his life. He walked up to the front counter, breaking a large bill for a handful of smaller ones before making his way back to the peepshow booths in back.
The store was a modern take on an old concept. The booths all connected to the same live show. As you feed the machine, a metal curtain is raised and the half naked girls on the other side of the plate-glass window dances for you. All the men see the same show, all from their very own private booth. None of them could see each other through the one way mirrors, but they could all see the girls.
Maleece watched the show for a few minutes, feeding the machine dollar after dollar. While fishing his pocket for another bill, he looked down and noticed a large hole in the side of the booth. Curious, he bent down and peered through, only to find a window into the booth next door. He could see the man occupying the booth sitting in a tall stool, stroking his dick in private. Maleece felt drawn to watch, unable to tear himself away from the spectacle. He pulled his own dick from his pants, stroking it as he watched the man masturbate. The man stood up when he felt himself getting close to cumming. He stroked his dick harder, aiming it straight out in front of him. A moment later Maleece saw the cum erupt from the man's dick head, splattering against the wall before him. At that same moment Maleece felt himself getting ready to shoot. He stroked his dick harder as the cum shot up out of his pulsating dick head, painting all over his pumping hand and the belly of his shirt.
Maleece groaned when he came, months of sexual frustration finally coming out of him at once. He reached back in his rear pocket, pulling out a handkerchief as he wiped his hands clean. He got up from the floor, fixing his clothes before exiting the booth. At the same time his neighbor next door was coming out of his booth. The two men nearly bumped into each other with Maleece stepping aside to allow the man passage.
The man (a young well built Italian) walked by without so much as a thought. Maleece found himself dumbfounded as he followed the man outside and watched him get into a royal blue Mercedes. Maleece admired the car as he walked to his own car parked several cars down. The man backed out of his parking spot, then took off. Maleece caught a glimpse of the custom made license plate: `TONY.'
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MANYUNK
Captain David L. McConnell parked his car inside his Condo's parking lot before wearily making his way home. It'd been a long day, and he really wanted to get home and out of the hip new shoes his young lover had bought him, trying to catch him up with the styles. McConnell was over twice his lover's age (having had children that were older), but didn't have the heart to tell him that his poor feet couldn't handle the design of the new shoes. So by the end of his work day, his feet felt sore and blistered. Thank god he essentially had a desk job!
McConnell placed his key in the door, hoping to have a peaceful night at home. But as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with..., "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!" McConnell looked shocked (like a deer in headlights) when he noticed the balloons and banner barring both of their names ("David & Andrew"), along with the candle lit dinner for two that his lover had prepared.
"Andy..." gasped McConnell, shocked and surprised by the occasion and display.
"It's our anniversary, baby...!" reminded Andrew, rushing across the room to meet his lover at the door. He took McConnell's sports coat and briefcase, hanging them on the coat rack as he took McConnell by the hand and led him towards the dining room table to see the romantic candlelight setup up close.
"You shouldn't've..." said McConnell, having had no clue of their anniversary date.
"I wanted to...!" said Andrew, proud of the effort he put into his gift.
"But I didn't get you anything..." said McConnell, feeling guilty.
"I didn't expect you to!" said Andy sincerely, leaning forward to kiss.
McConnell and Andrew touched lips. "I hope you're hungry...!"
"Famished..." lied McConnell, not wanting to hurt Andy's feelings.
"Good..., cause I made your favorites...!" glee Andrew, pulling out McConnell's chair. "Don't go anywhere..., I'll be back in a jiff...!" said the younger man, before dashing into the kitchen. McConnell sat down, despite his feelings of exhaustion. He looked at the place settings, knowing Andy had taken time to plan this well in advance. He had remembered the date of their first date, something McConnell didn't even take note of. He felt like a heel, realizing he had been taking advantage of Andrew's generosity, kindness, and his domestic sense. In many ways Andy was like a housewife, with all of the emotional baggage that came along with it. He needed love, security, __ , and attention, --the very things that lacked in McConnell's marriage to his ex-wife Christina. McConnell found his relationships with women verses men eerily similar. Unfortunately he didn't seem to master either. His marriage to Christina ended in divorce, and his relationship with Malik Jones ended drastically, leaving McConnell to wonder if he weren't meant to spend his life alone?
Sure the relationship with Andy was a loving one, but did he have his heart in it?
23 year old Robert Andrews definitely seemed vested in the relationship. Since discovering his attraction towards men, he's come a long way from dating women and pretending to be happy. In truth Andy had always felt awkward with women, finding it hard to relate with their various body parts. It wasn't until he became a corrections officer at Piedmont Prison that he realized his admiration for his fellow man was more than mere fancy. His co-workers at the prison took advantage of his youth, tricking him into believing he had to complete an age old initiation in order to be in good with his fellow guardsmen. That practical joke was actually the turning point in Andy's life, causing him to realize his deepest unspoken desire (detailed in The HOLE chap-28). His first serious crush on a man was for Malik Jones, which eventually led him to his current partner David McConnell.
Andy never had a problem with the age difference between he and his lover, looking up to McConnell for strength and wisdom. Andy lived his personal life in secret from his church driven family, making them believe his roommate was just a roommate. McConnell also kept his relationship secret from his family, ashamed of the obvious age difference. With his children all grown and living lives of their own, it wasn't hard to keep his lover's age secret.
Sometime during dinner, Andrew pulled a small gift box from his pocket and placed it on the table. McConnell was taken aback by the gesture, having come to the table empty handed. But Andrew insisted he open it, waiting practically giddy with excitement as McConnell opened the small silver box. "They're matching rings...!" said Andrew, as McConnell's eyes focused on the two gold bands. "Do you like them...?"
"They're..." started McConnell, speechless.
"One's for you and one's for me...!" smiled Andrew, eagerly reaching for one of the rings.
McConnell sat silently as Andy took him by the hand, then slowly sled the ring onto McConnell's wedding finger. McConnell stared down at the ring, reminiscent of the old wedding band he used to wear as a married man. "Now me...!" insisted Andy, awaiting his own coupling.
McConnell felt pressured as he reached down into the box and removed Andrew's ring. He could see the absolute joy on his friend's face as he held out his hand to have the ring slipped on. "I guess it's official..." said Andy, admiring their matching bands. "...we're married!" McConnell tried not to look repulsed at the thought of remarrying as Andy jumped up from his seat and kissed him. McConnell was expecting a small peck, but Andy had different thoughts as he slipped onto McConnell's lap and began frenching. McConnell could feel Andy's hand snaking down into his crotch, trying to awaken his sleeping beauty. But just as the snake was beginning to awake, there was a knock at the front door.
"I'll get it, you just relax daddy...!" smiled Andrew, hopping up off McConnell's lap.
The older man sat still, staring down at his new ring and contemplating what it meant as Andy opened the door. "Yes..., can I help you...?" he asked, looking at handsome male.
"Is my dad home...?"
Continued...
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