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Part Seventeen
Mike Logan was seated on a beat up old toilet in a stall in the men's room at the precinct he worked at. Dan Green was standing before him, muscular legs wide as he thrust his hard cock between Logan's lips and down his throat in a steady rhythm.
"Mnmph," Logan gurgled as Green thrust his thick cock savagely.
"Yeah," Green chanted, "you're a good little cock sucker, aren't you?" He rocked his hips to and fro, his butt cheeks dimpling with each forward thrust.
"Mnmnph hmnph," Logan tried to respond but he was sucking hungrily on Green's shaft.
"Cock suckerrrrrrrrr," Green hissed bucking harder.
Logan's Adam's Apple didn't miss a beat as Green thrust harder and faster. He'd sucked enough cock in his life to know better than to ever choke. Green reached out and grabbed Logan's head and thrust harder, face fucking the cock sucker.
Whap. Whap. Whap.
Green's balls were a pendulum beating steadily against Logan's chin. Logan snorted, his lips stretched wide around the dark shaft. Green held tighter to Logan's head as he pummeled the other cop's throat with his cock shaft.
"Yeahhhhhhhhh," Green growled, "take it! Take this big dick!"
Logan wrapped his arms around Green and held to Green's hard butt, letting Green do all of the work.
"Hottttt pussy mouth," Green gritted, his hips moving savagely, his balls churning. "And....I'm......gonna........drown......this....pussy.......throattttttt ttt!" Green was so close. "Yeah!" He threw his head back, drops of perspiration raining on the metal stall walls. "Fuck!" Green rocked forward and his cock jerked against Logan's tongue. "Shitttttttttttttttttttt," Green's cock head exploded and ropes of cum ricochetted against the back of Logan's tongue and throat.
"Mnmph," Logan gurgled, his Adam's apple moving rapidly as he drank the seed.
"Yeahhhhhhh," Green winced, forcing more from his cock. "Eat ittttttttttt!" Green's leg muscles were tense as the ropes of spoog were forced from his piss slit. Like a good cocker, Logan gobbled down every drop. "Oh yeahhhhhh," Green hissed as the last spasm rocked his body and the final drops of spoog trickled from his piss slit on to Logan's tongue. Logan slurped it all down. "Now," Green instructed, catching his breath, "I want you to lick it clean." He grinned. "I don't have time before today's duty."
Rey was standing on the fire escape outside of his apartment. Rey looked over his shoulder irritably and spoke low into his cell phone. "I told you that it isn't a good time. My wife and the girls are here."
"Then meet me somewhere," Salazar's urgent tone replied over the line.
"I can't," Rey insisted.
"I.....I need to.....talk," Salazar begged. "My girl is still pressing about the baby and marriage."
"I told you to do the right thing and be a man," Rey hissed.
"It isn't what I want," Salazar pleaded. "I need to see you....."
"Its impossible." Rey snapped. "I gotta go!"
"Rey..."
But Rey switched off the phone cutting Salazar mid sentence.
"Damn!" Rey hissed. What the fuck was the matter with Salazar; with him for that matter. Why the hell couldn't Salazar just be a man like him. Like him? Then why the hell was Rey thinking of fucking Salazar's tight ass the night before when he was making love to his wife?
"Fuck!" Rey gripped the metal railing in frustration.
Eliott Stabler pulled his car into his drive after a long day at work. He smiled when he noted Cassidy's car in the drive as well. Eliott climbed out of the vehicle and strode toward the house. As he entered the back door he called out, "Bri I'm home!"
Eliott threw his jacket over a kitchen chair just as Brian entered the kitchen through the hall leading to the living room. Eliott noted the robe that Brian was wearing. Judging from his sexy twink's bare legs, Brian wasn't wearing much else.
"Hey babe," Brian walked to Eliott and Eliott pulled him into a hungry kiss.
"Mmmm," Eliott murmured as his tongue parted Brian's lips and stroked his lover's tongue. Eliott lifted his head and slyly smiled at Cassidy. He tugged at the lapels of the terry clothe robe. "What's this?"
Brian smiled. "I figured that it was a long tense day so......"
"So," Eliott grinned broadly, "you thought I'd want to fuck that hot ass of yours right away, hmmm?"
Brian shrugged innocently. "I knew you'd be hungry," Brian chewed on his lower lip, "but I wasn't sure whether it would be for food or.......my ass." Brian started to unbutton Eliott's white pressed shirt.
"Yeah?" Eliott lowered his arms from Brian's upper back low to swat at Brian's ass.
Brian nodded as he pushed open the shirt and lowered his lips to one of Eliott's stubby nipples. It was like the eraser tip of a pencil and Brian lathed it with his tongue before gently chewing on it. Eliott responded in kind by running his hands up beneath the terry clothe material and pulled at Brian's bubbly cheeks. As Eliott kneaded his cheeks, Brian moved his lips across the broad muscular expanse of Eliott's chest to his other nipple. Eliott ran the fingers of one hand deep between the cheeks and popped two fingers between Brian's puckered ass lips.
"Mmmmmmm," Brian murmured against Eliott's chest.
Eliott worked his fingers deeper and Brian constricted his rectum muscles around the digits. Eliott hauled Brian up in his arms and Brian wound his legs around Eliott's hips. Eliott moved across the kitchen and Brian briefly lifted his lips from Eliott's chest.
"Aren't you going to fuck me down here?" He asked.
Eliott shook his head. "We," he emphasized the plural pronoun, "have a bed. I think that we should use it, don't you?"
"Yeah," Brian nodded and resumed licking across Eliott's chest as the walked through the hallway to the front entryway and up the stairs.
Salazar stood on the sidewalk looking up at Rey's apartment window. Despite Rey's refusal to meet, Salazar had trekked across town just to try again. He pushed the re dial button on his cell for the third time. Again Rey's answering service picked up.
"Damn!" He switched off the phone in frustration. He looked up to the apartment and noted a figure drawing the blinds. "Fuck you too!" he cursed.
Dejectedly Salazar walked down the street away from Rey's building. He thrust his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and wandered aimlessly. After walking several blocks he stopped and looked aimlessly at his surroundings. A small bar was directly across the street so he decided to stop for a drink...or two to drown his sorrows.
Crossing the street and entering the establishment, Salazar made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. His mind was working over time. Rey was probably home fucking his wife. He was filled with jealousy. Why the hell did it hurt so much?
When the bartender placed the bottle of beer in front of him, Salazar grabbed it up and took a deep drink. As he swallowed the alcohol, he finally noted the other patrons in the club. He blinked in surprise when he realized that everyone in the place was a man. He surveyed the place again and noted how two men were standing near the pool table groping each other. In a corner, another couple of dudes were making out pretty heavily. Shit! He'd stumbled into a gay bar! However, instead of leaving like he rationally thought he should do, he looked around curiously.
Dt. Sam Bishop walked into his usual watering hole horny as hell. He'd had a tough day at the precinct and needed to unwind. Usually pretty much in the closest, the young cocky cop only stopped at this gay club every not and then to pick up a hot trick. Tonight he needed to fuck a hot bubble butt raw! Bishop looked around the place and recognized the regulars. Not much to choose from, he registered. Tired old pieces of ass probably used by everybody and their mother. Then he noted an unfamiliar face at the bar looking around curiously. He was a sexy Latino and obviously by the way he was gawking, he was cherry. Bishop smiled at his luck and sauntered over to the bar.
Bishop sat next to the Latino and ordered a drink. Just as the bartender was about to walk away, Bishop turned to the Latino with a warm smile. "Can I get you a drink?"
Salazar was startled by the question. "Ugh," he twisted the half full bottle in his hands. "I already have one,......thanks."
"No problem," he nodded to the bartender who walked away and turned to Salazar. "Maybe I can get the next one?"
Salazar shifted in his stool uncomfortably. "S...sure," he shrugged.
Bishop gave him a cocky grin. "Great. By the way," he extended an arm out to the Latino, "I'm Dt. Sam Bishop, NYPD."
Salazar returned the gesture and gripped the waspy cop's hand in greeting. "I'm Salazar," he offered up evasively. Shit, he panicked, the dude was a cop! He didn't need it running through the precinct that he'd been seen in a gay bar!
"Just Salazar," Bishop chuckled. Salazar nodded. "Well, Salazar," Bishop offered up smoothly. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"Yeah," Salazar mumbled.
"So Salazar," Bishop asked as the bartender placed the beer he ordered before him. "You come here often?"
"No," was his monosyllabic response.
Bishop nodded accurately, "first time, hmm?"
Salazar looked at him abruptly to tell the fag to brush off, but instead merely shrugged, "yeah."
"Not a bad place," Bishop revealed. "I don't come here often, but when I do, its usually worth while."
"Worth while?" Salazar asked naively.
"Hmm Mmm," Bishop nodded as his eyes surveyed Salazar from head to toe and back again.
Salazar started at Bishop's obvious gaze. He shifted nervously. He wasn't sure he was ready for this. A few months ago he would have told the fag to fuck off, but now....Salazar fidgeted with the beer bottle in his hands.
"So Salazar," Bishop turned on his bar stool a bit until his leg brushed Salazar's. "What brings you here?"
"Curiosity," Salazar bluntly responded.
"Yeah," Bishop nodded.
"Yeah," Salazar repeated firmly.
"Well," Bishop leaned a bit closer, "just how curious are you?"
Salazar's heart was racing. The cop was sexy. He'd never had said or thought as much until Rey. Of course, he wasn't as sexy as Rey. He'd been hungry for Rey for days but.....what if he wasn't really in love with Rey? What if he just liked cock up his ass? He'd never know unless..... He turned a bit awkwardly to Bishop and boldly lowered a hand to the cop's muscled thigh. "Very curious."
"Good," Bishop nodded confidently. He rose from his seat abruptly. Salazar looked at him in concern. "Let's go," Bishop commanded in a smooth voice.
Salazar nodded and rose. Bishop indicated the door and propelled Salazar to walk before him so he could check out the Latino's sexy ass. Salazar walked innocently to the entrance unaware of how his jean's hugged and molded his bubble butt. Bishop watched the butt sway and was pleased. When the two were out on the sidewalk Salazar turned to Bishop awkwardly.
"Um," he really didn't know how to do this. "Your place or mine?"
"Depends what's closer," Bishop offered as he lowered a hand to Salazar's butt and lightly squeezed it.
Across town Jack McCoy stood in the entryway of his apartment gazing at his unexpected visitor. Hawk shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly as he looked at McCoy. McCoy had invited the sexy cop to his apartment several times, but the aloof cop had avoided the invitation until now. McCoy had been surprised when the door man announced Hawk's arrival several minutes ago.
"So....." There was no point in pretending why the cop was on his doorstep.
"You fuck me," Hawk said bluntly, "and then I fuck you."
McCoy broadly grinned and silently ushered the cop into his spacious apartment. "Drink?" McCoy offered. Hawk shook his head so McCoy shrugged. He motioned to a hallway. "My bedroom is at the end of the hall."
Hawk walked purposely to the hall and McCoy shrugged again before following. At McCoy's bedroom door Hawk turned to McCoy and hauled the lawyer against him. Hawk kissed him roughly and McCoy eagerly responded.
He was pleased that the stodgy cop was loosening up. McCoy ran his hands up Hawk's back and ran his fingers through the unruly hair on his head.
"Mmmmmm," Hawk sucked on McCoy's tongue as his own hands moved down to cup McCoy's boner. He fiddled with the fly of McCoy's jeans and pulled the shaft free. He rubbed it roughly a few moments before dropping to his knees and opening his mouth. He took the cock in his mouth awkwardly and McCoy winced.
"Watch the teeth," he instructed.
Hawk did as instructed and sucked the shaft a bit more gently. It felt smooth and spongy between his lips and against his tongue. He abruptly stretched his mouth wider and took the entire length of the shaft and gagged. He pulled back a bit and frowned. He'd done a pretty good time in the pretty lawyer's office....
"Not much practice since the last time," McCoy said unnecessarily in a low chuckle. "Go easy."
He'd try harder. He'd done it before. The prissy lawyer was going to eat his words. Hawk slid his lips along the shaft until he started to gag. He inched back a bit and sucked the length of the shaft he could hand. He licked the shaft and ran his tongue over the head.
"That's it," McCoy purred.
Hawk ran his hands around McCoy and gripped at the lawyer's bubble butt.
With much effort, he inched his lips a bit further along the shaft. His eyes watered a bit but he didn't gag. He worked a bit further, breathing through his nose, trying not to gag.
"Good," McCoy encouraged.
Hawk took a breath and abruptly swallowed the entire shaft. He snorted loudly but held it in his mouth for as long as he could. He licked furiously and sucked loudly.
McCoy touched his head, guiding Hawk. "That's the way. You'll be a good little cock sucker in no time."
Hawk abruptly pulled off of McCoy's cock and stood. McCoy watched him. Hawk undid his jeans and roughly pulled them off. He wasn't wearing any briefs. McCoy watched him climb up on his queen sized bed on his hands and knees with his butt facing the end of the bed. It was a hard muscular butt with a light dusting of hair. McCoy nodded in approval.
Hawk looked back around to McCoy. "Fuck me," he grunted.
to be continued.........