[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 -pt3 Title: 3-demension
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MANYANK
"Is my dad home...?" asked the young man standing at the front door.
"You're who...????" asked Andrew, taken aback by the question.
"My dad..., --David McConnell...!" answered the male, holding a large backpack over his left shoulder.
"You're...dad...?!" questioned Andrew, looking the male up and down dumbfounded.
"Elliot...?" called McConnell, having heard the conversation from the dining room table.
"Dad...!" called Elliot, peeking into the condo as Andrew stepped aside to allow entry.
He watched in utter shock as McConnell and Elliot met in the living room, hugging each other strongly as if they hadn't seen each other in years. As he silently closed the door (kicking aside the backpack the young man dropped on the floor as soon as he entered), he quickly noticed the family resemblance. 21 year old Elliot McConnell looked the younger spitting image of his older father.
Andrew couldn't help but feel a slightly uncharacteristic jealousy shoot through him as the two men hugged with cheerful faces and similar smiles.
"Oh, uh..., Elliot..." said McConnell, breaking the hug. "...this is Andrew, my um..., roommate! Andrew, this is Elliot..., my youngest son!"
"So I gathered...!" said Andy, managing a fake smile as father and son stood side by side. "How long you staying...?" he couldn't help but ask, having noticed the large duffle bag.
"Oh, uh, umm...?" stammered Elliot, awkwardly. "...dad..., I've got something to tell you...!"
"What is it...?" asked McConnell, quickly expecting the worse as he took a seat on the arm of the living room chair.
"Well..., it's kinda good news too...!" added Elliot, trying to soften the blow.
"Did you get some girl pregnant, son...?" asked McConnell, his heartbeat stopping in his chest as he awaited the answer.
"No dad, nothing like that...!" assured Elliot, causing McConnell to breathe easier. "I dropped out of school!"
"You what...??!!" yelled McConnell, angrily.
"I dropped out dad..., it wasn't for me...!" reasoned Elliot, pleadingly.
"Then what IS for you, Elliot...?" asked McConnell, disappointed. "You'd rather work some mediocre job making half of what you're potentially worth...? Because that's exactly what's going to happen to you without the proper credentials!" yelled McConnell, catching himself as he stared into his son's fearful eyes.
McConnell took a moment to control his emotions. He took several deep breathes before continuing..., "What does your mother have to say about this...?" he asked, curiously. Surely his ex-wife (Christina) could convince Elliot to finish his education.
"Mom told me to come here..." said Elliot, lowering his head shamefully.
"She told you to come here...??" asked McConnell, perplexed. "Why...?"
"She said I was just as big a disappointment as YOU were..., and that we both deserved each other...!" answered Elliot, quickly reminding McConnell where he and his ex-wife stood.
Christina McConnell was still bitter over their divorce, even after all these years (hell hath no fury like a woman scorned) thought McConnell, knowing how viscous his ex could be.
"Oh course you're welcomed here, son..., this is your house too...!" said McConnell, placing his arm affectionately around his son's shoulder.
"Thank's pop...!" smiled Elliot, wearily.
"You hungry...?" asked McConnell, ignoring the worried look on Andrew's face.
"Famished!" said Elliot, rubbing his flat stomach hungrily.
"Go in the kitchen and fix yourself a plate!" insisted McConnell, sending his son on.
Elliot McConnell wasted no time rushing into the kitchen, jumping into the pots as if it was Thanks Giving! "Sorry baby..." said McConnell, looking at Andy's disappointed face. "...he's my son...!"
"I didn't say anything...!" said Andy, defensively. "I just..., I wanted this night to be special...!"
"It IS..." said McConnell, looking down at their matching rings. "...it's our anniversary!" he laughed, taking Andy into his arms playfully. Andrew gave in, unable to stay mad at the older man for long as he leaned upward for a kiss. But just before their lips could touch, the kitchen door burst open with Elliot spilling back into the room.
"What's with all the food in there...?" he asked with his plate running over. As he prepared to set his plate down on the table, he noticed the candlelight and romantic setting. Turning around he then noticed the banner hanging overhead barring David and Andy's names with Happy Anniversary on it.
He looked back at the two men oddly..., "Oh shit...!" he gasped, realizing he was interrupting something. "Oh damn dad..., I could go away and come back tomorrow...!" he said, feeling like an intruder.
"Oh no, no son..., its okay...!" insisted McConnell, putting his son at ease. "We can celebrate anytime!" he added, causing a sharp twinge to shoot through Andy...
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WEST PHILLY
27 yr old Malik Jones pulled up outside his modest one bedroom apartment building in West Philly, then proceeded up the front steps to his apartment on the second floor of a two story walkup. From the moment he entered the building he could hear the steady boom of the loud base coming from his apartment, a regular occurrence since Marvin's parole). The neighbors often complained about the loudness rap music coming from their apartment, claiming it disrupted their own households. Malik had to promise it wouldn't happen again, having to beg Marvin to keep the music at a controlled decimal. However, Marvin wasn't exactly known for his trustworthiness, nor his consideration for others.
Malik put his key in the door (dreading the argument he anticipated with his live-in lover over the music), taking down the taped noted messages from angry neighbors when he was unexpectedly surprised by the sight of a girl dancing erotically in the middle of his living room floor. She had her back to him as she openly flirted with Marvin who was sitting on the sofa, tossing back a large 40oz bottle of Old E. while smoking a joint.
His eyes lit up when Malik walked in.
"Sup babe...?!" he asked, his eyes as red as stop lights. "I didn't wanna start the party without ya!"
"Party...?" asked Malik, tucking the angry notes in his pocket. "What party...?"
Marvin jumped up off the sofa, turning the girl around to meet Malik.
"This's Fontaine..." introduced Marvin.
"Fontella...!" corrected the girl.
"Whateva...!" said Marvin (obviously high), Malik could smell the beer and blunt on his breath. "This's my roommate I was tellin' you bout...!" continued Marvin, happily. "Cute, ain't he...?"
"Yeah..., he cute...!" said the girl, looking Malik over like a steak dinner.
Malik squirmed...
"uh..., what's going on, Marvin...?" he asked, having had a long day.
"Remember that 3sum we talked about havin'...?" asked Marvin, his large muscled arm draped heavily about the girl's shoulders.
"uh...no!" answered Malik.
"Yes you do...!" insisted Marvin. "We talked about it a couple times...!"
"Okay..." said Malik.
"Well I told Fontaine about it, and she's down with it!" glee Marvin. "She like freaky shit like that, right...?" he asked, looking down her blouse.
"Fontella!" corrected the girl. "And yeah..., I like that kinky stuff!" she giggled.
Malik tried not to roll his eyes up into his head. He was not mentally prepared for this.
"How did your meeting go with your parole officer...?" he asked, heading for the liquor cabinet.
"Oh..., its all good!" said Marvin, bypassing the topic.
"Did he ask about your job situation...?" asked Malik, turning down the stereo.
"Yeh..., I told em my brother's gonna look out for me...!" answered Marvin, pulling the girl into his arms.
"I spoke to captain McConnell today..." continued Malik, pouring himself a glass of red wine. "...he gave me the lead on a job for you..." he added, turning back towards the dancing couple. "...its nothing glamorous, but the employer's convict friendly...!"
"Kew..., I'll check it out tomorrow...!" said Marvin, half listening as he smoked weed and ground his growing woodie against the dancer. "Yo, we gonna do this or what...?"
"Do what...?" asked Malik, taking a sip of wine.
"Fuck this bitch!" answered Marvin eagerly, the alcohol and drugs affecting him.
"Hey...!" protested Fontella.
Marvin stuck the blunt in her mouth.
"I need a shower..." said Malik, heading for the bathroom.
"What's going on here...?" asked the girl, taking a deep toke. "He gonna fuck me or not...?"
"Do me a favor babee..." said Marvin, soberly. "...go into the bedroom, undress, and get in the bed..., we'll be there inna minnut!"
"Okay!" smiled the girl, jotting off towards the bedroom as Marvin turned towards Malik.
"What's up, dawg...?" he asked, coldly.
"What do you mean...?" asked Malik, dumbly.
"I told ya..., I don't kno how long I could hold off fuckin' chicks...!" reminded Marvin. "I'm not gay..., I like pussy! Matter of fact, I LOVE pussy! And I thought you said you did too at some point...?"
"I did..., I mean I do..." said Malik confused, the rap music still pumping through his brain. "But its been awhile..., I haven't fucked a woman in 2 years!"
"Its juss like ridin' a bike, babe..." smiled Marvin, coaxing Malik into it. "...once you rode, you always kno how to ride!"
"I guess..." said Malik, unenthused.
"That gurl's in there juss waitin' for us to go in there and fuck the shit outta her!" said Marvin, pumped up. "Let's go in there and show er what two hard horny ass men can do to her...!? C'mon...!" insisted Marvin, egging Malik on.
Malik followed behind Marvin, knowing this was something the big guy wanted to do as a couple. Malik started to feel a little more in-tuned once he saw the girls lying naked on the bed, and the wine started to kick in.
Marvin peeled off his shirt and began unfastening his pants as his eyes focused in on the girl's spread legs and hairy pussy. He licked his lips as he pushed his pants and underwear off from around his ankles, and dove face first in-between her legs.
Fontella moaned as Marvin's thick tongue immediately began to toy and tickle her clit, he parted the hair with his fingers and drilled his tongue along the slit, tasting her freshness for the first time.
Malik watched as he too began removing his clothes, enjoying the sight of his lover facedown between some young chick's spread thighs. Malik's dick rose rock hard at the thought of getting his first piece of pussy in 2 years, since just after he met Marvin. He could still remember the day fresh in his mind as if it were yesterday, the way the drug dealer conned him into allowing him to shove his curious fingers up his asshole looking for drugs, then how he took advantage of him and forced his fat hard dick up his ass without permission.
Malik remembered that day with mixed emotions of anger and lust. Anger because that was the day his life forever changed (not necessarily for the better), and lust because the past two years had been the best he'd ever had sexually. Malik was still very confused with his sexuality, not knowing if he were gay or straight? All he knew was that he enjoyed being sexually dominated, something he had never experienced in straight life. How would that translate in a healthy relationship with a woman? He didn't know. But until that day came, he would simply enjoy what he had.
Marvin held Fontella's legs open like wishbone as he claimed possession of her pussy. He sealed his mouth to her womb, sucking at her clitoris and tonguing her snatch with gusto. He loved the taste of a woman's vagina, having missed it while incarcerated behind bars. If he could bottle pussy and eat it whenever he wanted, he would be happy and satisfied. Sometimes he wished Malik was a girl, so he could knock him up and claim that pussy forever. Marvin didn't know how to express his love for anything beyond fucking it to death. If he loved someone he fucked them, and fucked them, and fucked them until he didn't love then anymore. In most cases the love left when the sex burnt out, by then he would have moved onto someone new. He never felt for a man like he felt for Malik. He wondered how his youngest brother (Jeffery) would feel about his relationship with Malik? Marvin had said some harsh things to his brother (Blacksub-II), things he was sure scared Jeffery to death. Marvin wondered if he would accept his apology?
Fontella moaned like a wounded kitten as her pussy was eaten by an expert diver. She cocked her legs open, giving the ex-convict plenty of room to eat as his huge rough hands mauled all over her delicate body. She loved the way he explored her, his hands roaming all over her breasts as he pulled and squeezed her B-cups as if handling water balloons. She felt totally consumed by his mouth as he ate her from below and slowly worked his way up.
Fontalla felt Marvin kissing and licking his way across her flat belly and up to her tits. He positioned himself up on his knees as he sucked her fat hard nipples, taking each one into his mouth as he pulled and bit them with his teeth. He felt Malik's mouth on his dick and balls from behind, licking up and down the hard pole dangling between his legs. Fontella moaned and squirmed in heated anticipation, her pussy drooling for the feel of Marvin's huge manhood plowing into her.
Malik twisted and bent his head between Marvin's spread legs to get at his upside down dick. He licked along the fat underbelly, wetting it with his tongue before contorting his neck to suck the head into his mouth.
Marvin's dick grew rock hard, the head filling Malik's mouth as he polished the knob and then helped aim it down towards the girl's hot cunt.
Marvin felt his dick head kiss against her quivering cunt lips before sliding in. He held his breath as his dick penetrated her vaginal lips (stretching them wide) before sinking forward. He sighed aloud as the wet softness of her interior sucked him in like a hot vacuum. He tried burying his 10 inches all the way in, but she was too tight as she screamed out loud and rejected his deep plunge, only allowing about 7 of his 10 inches inside.
"Oh god, it's too big...!" he protested, feeling her vaginal wall stretching.
A bit frustrated, Marvin began to pump in and out, trying to bury more dick with each stroke. But Fontella was tight, and unable to give him the depth he desired as he moved shallowly through her with just only a few inches. She held her hands up at his hip bones defensively, limiting the depths of his strokes. Marvin had half a mind to hold her hands down and plow straight into her, to force her to take all of his throbbing manhood like a bitch was supposed to. Fontella was moaning and groaning like a dog in heat, her poor pussy already beaten and defeated as it stretched beyond its normal limits. She could feel Marvin's rod digging deeper with nearly every stroke, trying to gain ground. He wasn't respecting her limits as he bore his big thick dick deeper into her moist abyss.
Malik watched from the sidelines with mixed emotions, listening to the girl moan a mixture of pleasurably painful grunts and groans. He was well aware of what she was going through, her body trying to accommodate the thick slab of huge bull meat pummeling her insides like a mallet. How many times had Marvin taken him when he wasn't entirely enthralled in the idea, nor in the mood to take it? Too many times to count. Marvin considered his asshole his own personal playground, leaving Malik with very little say in what happened to it.
Malik sometimes felt overshadowed by Marvin's domineering persona. There had been many times over the past two years when Malik felt like calling it quits, only to have Marvin physically take over his body like a puppet master, pulling the right strings to keep Malik hooked on the end of his dick. Sometimes Malik hated Marvin, for turning his life upside down and turning him into some dick hungry bottom hound. At times Malik felt as if his asshole had a mind of its own, seeking Marvin's fat dick even when his mind said otherwise.
He stroked his own 7" hardon as he watched Marvin's big brown ass hump up and down as he tried to drive his thick dick into the girl lying beneath him. Malik could hear her loud moans and unexpected yips with each and every inward thrust of Marvin's hole stretcher. She felt as if her pussy was being re-arranged from the inside just to accommodate his huge fat phallus. She clawed at Marvin's back with her fingernails as his dick bore through her like a battering ram, ripping through her cervix as he pummeled into her very core.
Malik patiently awaited his turn, eagerly anticipating being reuniting with a woman once again. He heard Fontella complaining about Marvin's dick being too big for her pussy as she begged him to stop fucking her. Malik could see the anger and frustration on Marvin's face as he had to pull out of the girl cunt. "What the fuck you agree to come here for if you can't take dick...?" asked the ex-convict angrily, his thick dick still hard and unsatisfied as it stuck up from his groin like a limb.
"I didn't know your shit was thick like that...!" complained the girl, rubbing her sore pussy.
"Then let my boi Malik had at it..., he should be more your speed!" said Marvin, offering Malik a go.
The girl settled back as Malik crawled into position between her legs, his 7" hardon standing stiff and straight. She watched as Malik leaned in over top her, then aimed his dick down at her gaping hole and pushed in. "Ooooh mannnn..." moaned Malik, loving how hot and wet the girl's pussy felt around his dick. She happily accepted his smaller manhood as it slipped into her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Fuck that bitch!" encouraged Marvin, angry that he wasn't getting off himself. He watched Malik slow hump on top he girl, watching him grind his pelvis onto her mound as he churned all 7 inches of his hard dick inside her.
Malik loved how the girl's body molded to the shape and size of his rod as he bottomed out inside her. He ground his hips into her as he reacquainted his manhood with the welcoming depths of a woman's vagina again. Once his mind finally wrapped around the idea, he began pumping into her, slowly sliding his dick in and out of her oven how furnace. Her body was so soft compared to Marvin's big bulky muscles. Old feelings of manly pride and masculinity began to fill Malik's brain, reminding him of how it used to be. Names and faces of female conquest filled his mind, reminding him of the player he once was. Names like: Sheila, Donna, Karen, Candy, Joy, Ameena, Jillian, Teresa, Tonia, Lener, Brenda, Monique, Joslynn, Caroline, Samantha, Niki, Pamela, Tracy, Linda and Marcy (just to name a few). How telling were those bachelor days? The days when he was straight and brought home a different woman nightly? Thank god for actors like Lerenz Tate from the movie "Why Do Fools Fall In Love?", for opening the door for the younger looking smaller framed man with the cute face and a tight body. Yes Lerenz Tate had helped Malik bag many women, using the same charm and personality, --that is until Marvin came along and turned his whole world around.
Marvin watched with growing interest as Malik's perfectly round ass moved up and down alluringly, egging him on sexually. His loins heated with tantalizing desire as he watched Malik screw his first piece of girl ass in years. But even as Malik fucked his way through the chick underneath him, Marvin couldn't help looking at his ass and feel overcome with lust.
Malik looked back in surprise when he felt Marvin's thick bull fingers nestling into his ass crack. He felt the fingertips nudging his asshole, poking around inside as he humped into the girl under him. Marvin gave into desire as he pried Malik's ass cheeks apart, then buried his face in-between. Malik stifled a gasp, unsure how much Marvin divulged to the girl about their relationship? Surely the big guy didn't admit that they were lovers? Why would a girl agree to be the centerpiece of with 3sum if she knew about their bisexuality?
Marvin jammed his face in-between Malik's ass cheeks, licking and sucking at his sweet honey-hole and knocking Malik off his rhythm. Malik found it hard to maintain a good pumping rhythm with Marvin's tongue buried in his ass. He tried continuing, not wanting the girl to suspect anything odd or out of the ordinary, but after Marvin pushed Malik flat down on top of her (preventing Malik from screwing), he knew she knew something was up.
Marvin slobbered all over Malik's asshole, leaving thick gobs of slick saliva coating the inner and outer ring. He moved up into position above him, then aimed his dick down at Malik's tunnel of love. "No man, don't..." begged Malik, looking up over head as Marvin loomed and pressed his fat hard dick head up to his chute and shoved in. "ARRRHHHH...!!" yelled Malik out loud, totally impaled on Marvin's dick. Fontella felt the additional weight on top of her, weighing her down into the mattress.
Malik looked embarrassed as they both eye balled each other, the strain of unexpected impalement showing clearly on his face. Fontella looked confused, until Marvin's face came down beside Malik's, resting on his shoulder. Marvin smiled down at her as she smiled up at him, Malik firmly sandwiched between the two of them.
"Are you fucking him...?" she asked, already knowing the answer as Marvin's hips began to drive Malik's dick deeper into her. "Fuck him...!" she yelled, feeling the impact of Marvin's thrusts.
Malik moaned as he lay facing the girl, his body no longer his to command. He was merely a vessel, a conduct between Marvin and Fontella as they both used his bodyto fuck each other.
Fontella opened her legs more for Malik, allowing his slim petite physique to wedge in place as Marvin's thrusting hips sent Malik's dick slamming into her. He slapped his pelvis into Malik's bare ass, hammering his meat 10 inches deep in Malik's well used ass. `Now THIS is how pussy's supposed to work!' --he thought to himself.
Fontella encouraged Marvin to fuck harder, humping her own pelvis up into Malik's groin as she took his manhood to the root with each stroke. Malik felt like a ragdoll between the two of them, unable to get a good rhythm off of either of them. He merely lay there, getting fucked (front and back) as the two bodies on either side of him humped and slammed into him like bucking broncos.
Fontella was the first one to cum as her pussy suddenly locked up around Malik's dick, clamping down on him like a vice as she shook and trembled erotically. Malik moaned softly as her pussy sucked and massaged his hardon, trying to draw the cum out of him. Her body was softened under his as her orgasm subsided and her vaginal walls relaxed for easier fucking.
Malik could feel Marvin hammering at his backside, sending his dick well deep with every inward plunge. Marvin had been training Malik's anal pussy for two whole years, stretching the anal walls to fit his enormous ramrod so he could fuck it when and wherever he liked. Malik's ass was well broken, trained to take Marvin's dick at the drop of a dime. Marvin grabbed Malik by the shoulders, pulling his body back onto his thick plugging dick with every stroke, sending his dick in harder. Malik grit his teeth, taking the heavy pounding as his own dick see-sawed in and out of the girl beneath him. She took his dick with ease, happy that she didn't have to house Marvin humongous rod herself. In fact she encouraged Marvin to fuck Malik harder, holding Malik around the waist as Marvin held his shoulders stiff, fucking deep into his boi-pussy.
"Fuck him...! Give him that dick! Ride his ass! Fuck him harder!!" snarled Fontella, enjoying watching another man take the punishment normally meant for women.
Malik was beginning to hate her as his ass was split wide open around Marvin's plunging shaft. He was actually responding to the woman's taunts, fucking Malik with deeper stronger strokes as his dick head beat in his back wall of his anus like a sledgehammer.
Despite the painful humiliation of getting butt fucked in front of a woman, Malik's dick remained rock hard as Marvin's repeated thrust helped move Malik's erection in and out of the girl's cunt. Malik could feel his own climax building the harder Marvin fucked him. It angered him that Marvin held such control over his body, that he could dictate Malik's climaxes just by the pace of his hips.
Malik bit his lower lip as his dick began to pulsate, salivating pre-cum in Fontella's pussy like pollen to a flower. He clinched his ass cheeks tight as Marvin continued to plow through them. He could feel his orgasm mounting as his body went rigid. Fontella saw his eyes roll up into his head as a long groan of anguish escaped his lips. Malik trembled like a new born calf as the cum shot out of his dick in rapid fire, filling Fontella's feminine cup to overflow as his dick jumped and jerked wildly inside her.
Marvin heard Malik's familiar groans, then felt his asshole spasm around his plunging dick as he banged the officer harder. Fontella locked her knees to Malik's ribcage as he came inside her, accepting the manly gift even as Malik was still being butt banged from behind.
Marvin could feel his own orgasm beginning to hit as he grabbed Malik about the neck with his forearm, headlocking him. Malik choked slightly as his breath was cut off. His dick was still firing the last of his load when he felt Marvin ram all the way in and hold it there. A moment later Marvin yanked Malik up into kneeling position (Malik's dick still buried in the girl's pussy). Malik could feel Marvin's muscled chest pressed against his back. He could hear Marvin's breathing harder as his thick dick swelled in his anal gut, then started hosing thick creamy wads of hot gushing cum directly into Malik's entrails.
"AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHH FUCK...!!!" yelled Marvin, cumming like a cannon as he blasted away in Malik's ass.
Malik lay captive in Marvin's choke hold. He looked down at Fontella as she looked up at him, a smirk creeping across her cute face to signify the moment Marvin filled his ass with cum. She knew Marvin was emptying his heavy ball sac in Malik's gut by the way the big man panted. He held onto Malik's torso like a drowning victim clings to a life preserve. Every grunt the big guy made signified another gush of semen filling Malik's anal canal. Malik slowly closed his eyes, hiding his momentary shame as he was once again reduced to being the convict's cumdump.
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MANYANK
21 year old Elliot McConnell sits in his father's living room, watching cable TV while McConnell and his lover (Andrew) clean up in the kitchen. "So..., what're we gonna do about this...?" asked Andy, washing the dirty pots by hand in the sink.
"I don't know yet..." said McConnell, looking out at his son through the kitchen observation window.
"Are you gonna call his mother...?" asked Andy, obviously troubled with the idea of McConnell's son staying with them.
"His mother and I aren't exactly on good speaking terms...!" reminded McConnell. "She must be pretty angry with him if she sent him HERE to live!"
"But..., you're his father...!" said Andrew, confused.
"Yeah..., his GAY father..." corrected McConnell. "Christina never got over the fact that I lied to her about my sexuality all those years...! She still sees our marriage as a total sham! She's never allowed me to forget that. And she's always kept the kids at a distance from me, to hurt me. For her to send Elliot here, means something really bad must have gone down that he's not telling us!"
"So..., you're gonna call his mother and get to the bottom of it...?" asked Andrew, repeating the question.
"I'll give him a few days to think it over..., then if he doesn't come clean, I'll have no choice but to call his mother!" said McConnell, thinking it over rationally.
"A few days...??" questioned Andrew. "How're we supposed to celebrate out anniversary with him camped out in the very next room for a few days...?"
McConnell looked over at his young lover, knowing Andy had went through a lot of trouble prepping for their special night...
"Surely it can hold off for just a few more days, can't it...?" asked McConnell, touching Andy's shoulder. "I promise..., as soon as I talk to his mother and find out what's going on, we'll have our special day all over again, okay?"
"O..." before Andrew could even finish, McConnell walked out of the kitchen to go say goodnight to his son, leaving Andrew to tidy up the kitchen alone. "...kay...!"
Continued...
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