REVELATION
"AHHH...! AHHH...!! AAAAHHHHH...!!!" choked Captain David McConnell, cumming in his lover's ass as they made love in the morning. He leaned forward, resting his head beside Malik's head on his shoulder as he tried to regain his breath. Malik's legs were spread around the Capt's body in missionary position, inviting him to lay there as he emptied his essence into his rectum.
After a minute to recuperate, McConnell started kissing Malik, whom seemed a tad distant during sex. Finally he pulled his spent cock from Malik's asshole, and rolled over onto his back beside him in their bed. "You want to talk abou..." he started to say, as Malik quickly jumped up out of bed and headed for the bathroom to shower. McConnell flopped his head back in the pillow, wondering what was wrong.
He got up from the bed, and started to make it up, knowing they wouldn't be using it again until they both got home from work tonight. McConnell could hear the shower running as he made his way down the hall into the kitchen to start the coffee blender, then made his way into the bathroom to shave. He decided to help the city save some of it's resources by jumping into the shower with Malik. He pulled back the shower door, and started to step in when Malik suddenly decided to step out, only half clean.
"Where you going?" asked McConnell, blocking Malik's exit. "I thought I'd join you."
"Shower's all yours, I'm done." said Malik, ready to leave.
"You just got here, Malik. You haven't even soaped up yet." observed McConnell. "What's up?"
"What do you mean, what's up? Let me out!" ordered Malik.
"No. Not until you tell me what the problem is."
"What problem?" asked Malik, claiming ignorance.
"You've been acting distant to me for days." complained McConnell.
"How am I distant? Didn't we just make love?" asked Malik, defensively.
"No..., you just let me fuck you!" snapped McConnell, causing Malik's eyes to water.
"Let me out!" he demanded, trying to push pass the Capt.
"Not until you talk to me!" insisted McConnell, fighting to try to keep Malik in the shower. They struggled against each other, with McConnell losing his grip and being flung into the shower glass. It shattered as his back slammed into the pane. McConnell slipped on the slippery porcelain, and fell down into the tub. Malik rushed to his aid, as the hot water rained down on the 2 of them.
"I'm sorry, David! I didn't mean that!" swore Malik, feeling guilty for the accident. McConnell was shaken, but okay as Malik helped him to his feet and out of the tub. McConnell sat on the toilet seat lid while Malik checked his back for cuts and abrasions.
"Talk to me, Mal..., what's happening here?" asked McConnell, continuing where he left off.
CENTER CITY
Mayor Edwards walks the halls of City Hall, being greeted by his constituents as he makes his way towards his office for a morning debriefing with several members of his council. He takes the necessary notes and messages from his trusted secretary Elma, then heads into his office.
"Oh, mr Edwards...., mr Dunn and mr Howard's are waiting for you in your office with a few of their, uh..., colleagues." she says some what flustered, as she returns to her work.
"Oh uh..., thank you Elma." says the Mayor, as he slowly (cautiously) opens his door.
Inside, he finds his assistant Brian Dunn, and councilmen Harvey Howard getting their mouths and asses royally fucked by a group of 4 big intimidating black men (obviously friends of Tempest Williams').
"Come on in, Mayor..., we've been expecting you!" said D'angelo, one of Tempest's new right hand guards. Mayor Edwards quickly closed the door, before anyone (particularly secretary ElmaMae Parks) could see what was going on. "That's right Ed..., I've even saved a spot here for you!" smiled the drug dealer, pulling his dick from councilmen Howard's ass. He took a seat in the Mayor's chair behind his giant oak desk, and waited for the city leader to come suck his dick.
"What's the meaning of this?" asked Edwards, angrily. He threw his briefcase aside, and ordered D'angelo and his men to "get out" of his office!
"Careful Ed..., you don't want me to start thinking you don't like us, do you?" asked D'angelo, -a 19 y/o, 5 foot 9, puerto-rican with a tan complexion, a thin mustache, and 5 o'clock shadow.
"Look, I don't know who you..., -gentlemen are..., but my deal is with Tempest, and that doesn't include any of his men breaking into my officer and forcing sex acts on my staff!" enforced Edwards.
"You do whatever the fuck we tell you to, old man!" ordered D'angelo, raising his voice. "Tempest has his eyes on you, mr Mayor! And believe me..., THIS is part of yall deal, rather you like it or not! So I suggest you get with the program, else I have to open that officer door and show everybody outside what's going on in here!"
Mayor Edwards looked around his official officer. Councilmen Howard was on his hands, his recently vacated ass still facing open air as his upturned face was fucked hard and deep by one of the dealers. Brian Dunn was sucking another dealer off while he sat in one of the Mayor's visitor's seats, while yet another drug dealer stood behind him, butt fucking him with hard steady strokes. Dunn seemed to be the most at ease with his ordeal, taking the 2 dicks as if he were in his stride. While poor Harvey Howard looked as if he were choking on the fat cock being stuffed down his throat with deep thrusts.
Mayor Edwards looked over at the young rican sitting behind his desk. There was no doubt in his mind that he would do what he claimed he would. It was hard for Edwards not to believe after the anal fucking he received from Tempest and his drug buddies back at Tempest's new undisclosed hide-out (in chap-21 & 22). The last thing Edwards needed was publicity of him being in the pocket (and on the end of the dick) of a known drug dealer. He decided to do as they said, until he could find away out of this mess he created. Somehow, there had to be away to get rid of Tempest Williams and that video he made of Edwards getting butt fucked.
Slowly Edwards made his way around the edge of the desk, and fell to his knees before D'angelo. The rican smiled, knowing he was about to get head from the city's head! He held his dick upright, waiting for Edwards to make contact and take him inside his mouth. But just as Edwards went to lean forward, he noticed a spot of shit on the tip of D'angelo's dick, and repelled.
"Suck it, mother-fucker!" ordered D'angelo.
"You'll need to wash it first!" said the Mayor, refusing service. D'angelo back handed the Mayor straight across the side of his face. Edwards looked shocked by the slap, but said nothing in his defense as D'angelo grabbed the Mayor soft curly hair, and pulled it towards his dick.
"Suck it, bitch! I ain't warning you again!" he snarled, pulling a gun from nowhere.
Edwards' eyes saw the black hand gun pointed down at him, and quickly took the mad rican's gamy dick into his mouth. D'angelo leaned back in the leather seat comfortably, watching the Mayor suck him off contentedly as the other men resumed fucking the extras.
Edwards was a man of class and standards. A decorated solder in the United States Armed Forces, he wasn't an easy man to intimidate. He fought in a war, stood for his fallen comrades, and ran for political office when he saw no justice for the neighborhood inwhich he lived. Somewhere along the lines of decency, he lost sight of his original goal, and became a corrupt politician along with all the rest of them. Now he was being punished for his dream deferred. A punishment that could very well cost him his job, his military career, and his reputation as Mayor.
He took D'angelo's dick into his mouth, tasting the remnants of councilmen Howard's asshole all along the shaft, and sucked just as Tempest Williams taught him, -whole heartily.
"Yeeh Mayor..., suck that dick hommie!" cooed D'angelo, enjoying himself as he watched the Mayor feast, and his home-boys fuck.
His boy (Shank) had councilmen Howard by the head, easily fucking into his pudgy face as he slammed his wet ball sack against the man's stubbled chin time and time again. Howard had drool dribbling down from his chin, as he swallowed the fat dick over and over, taking the fat leaky head deep into his gullet as Shank fucked him hard and deep.
K'wan was holding Dunn by the hips, butt fucking the young assist firmly as he drove his dick through his anal ring at a fast pace. His associate Dorell was laid back in the visitor's seat, watching Dunn swallow up his inches like they didn't even matter.
"Yo man..., this kat's off the chain, man! He's got some good skillz, son!" praised Dorell, watching his dick get ate up.
"Ass's good too, man! Like fucking some whore's hole! Nice and wet!" exclaimed K'wan, feeling his balls tighten. "Bout to blow my shit in the hoe's ass!" he suddenly announced, fucking ever harder.
"Do it man, fill this bitch up -Yo!" encouraged Dorell.
Dunn threw his ass back on K'wan's dick, knowing the man was close to busting in his manhole. Dunn loved nothing more than being on the end of some drug dealer's big dick, it was truly his only connection to his own race of people. That was his sole reason for agreeing to be Tempest's mediator, to experience more dicking from the drug lord and his mob of men -to hell with the lure of money, greed, and power. SEX is what drove Dunn and kept him loyal.
"uuhhhh, yeeehhhhhhh!!" groaned K'wan, cumming up the young assistant's ass with a heavy dosage of human sponge. Dunn felt the deluge fill his guts, and sucked ever harder on Dorell's meaty pole.
"Yeeh man, got yur nutt!" smiled Dorell, watching K'wan's expressions as he dumped a ton of cum in Dunn's ass. "I'm about to do the same to his throat!" he announced, grabbing Dunn by the back of the head as he shoved his head all the way down on his exploding dick. Dunn felt the cum erupt down his throat, feeling the flood of hot juices spray down into his stomach in gushes.
Shank saw his 2 boiz cum, and fucked councilmen Howard's mouth even harder. Howard gagged and gurgled on foamy saliva which bobbled out around the corners of his drooling lips. He felt Shank's long hard dick thicken between his lips, then felt the pulse as hot cum poured into his suckling mouth. "Yeah bitch, SWALLOW that fuckin load, nikka! Eat it! Eat it all, bitch!" yelled Shank, holding Howard by the ears and he long dicked his mouth and throat, leaving long coats of creamy cum down his gullet to feast on as his orgasm erupted in a long tremble of spilled semen.
"Looks like all my boiz got their shit off with yur men, Eddy! You only one left to taste some nutt this morning!" said D'angelo, watching the Mayor do as best he could. He watched his brown lips slink up and down his tan dick, the black and grew mustache tickling his shaft on every down stroke. Soon, he was feeding Mayor Edwards a huge load, making the married man of 3 kids swallow all of his hot offerings in a single bound.
Secretary Elma had heard some muffled yelling coming from inside the sound proof office, but couldn't quite make out what it was about. She contemplated calling security, having seen the strange looking "shady" men that accompanied councilmen Howard and assist Dunn into the office. She decided against it when she heard the door suddenly open, and out walked the 4 strangers, dressed in designer sweat suits and fly gear that all the "hood boiz" wear.
"Make sure you jump on that proposal as soon as possible, Mayor!" shouted D'angelo, from the door. He closed it behind him, as his 3 mates walked on ahead. He smirked down at secretary Elma, then blew her a kiss as he strolled along beside his boiz. Elma felt a chill run up her middle aged spine.
Inside, Mayor Edwards was swallowing the last of D'angelo's remnants, while Howard and Dunn got dressed.
"Gentlemen, we HAVE to find a way to end this game with Tempest Williams! If word gets out that he has me where he wants me, it could mean JAIL-time for the 3 of us!"
"What are we supposed to do?" asked Howard. "Tempest is a killer! We dare not double cross him! He knows where we live, and how to hit us hard! Must I remind you what happened to officers Whitmen and Thompson?" (Whitmen's wife was kidnapped, raped, and video taped by a group of Tempest's men in chap-8 / and Thompson was the officer killed by a Gorilla in chap-3).
"We can't just stand aside and watch the entire city go to hell in a hand cart, either!" countered Edwards, clearing the taste of sperm from his throat.
"We'd best do what Tempest wants, mr Mayor..." informed special assistant Dunn. "...he's informed me to tell him of any talk of breaking the verbal deal you made with him! And trust me Mayor Edwards..., I WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT HE ASKS!"
"You..., lousy trader!" yelled Edwards, feeling defeated and betrayed all over.
PRECINCT-23
Today was a mad-house! Criminals of Tempest Williams were being arraigned, and set free on technicalities (left and right). Bad men the police fought hard to arrest were walking away from the court-house in groves, set free by orders from the Mayor's office for " a lack of evidence". Captain McConnell was fuming mad in his office, cursing up a storm as he thought of all the officer's lives that were wasted in this bust.
"This is incredible! I don't believe this!" screamed McConnell, all eyes on him as he raved behind closed doors with his Precinct's legal representative in his presence. "How can they do this? How can they set free everyone we worked so hard to arrested? What the fuck's going on here??"
"It seems they have a legal precedence, seeing that no one ever signed off on any warrants!"
"How is that possible? There was no need for warrants when an explosion was the cause for our arrival, NOT a drug bust!" explained McConnell. "We got there in answer to an explosion, and was fired upon by Tempest's men! Where was there time..., or yet even a NEED for warrants?" asked McConnell, loosening his tie. "Something's not right here! The Mayor's been on our asses for months about busting Williams' drug ring..., and now all of a sudden he's letting all of his men free on some drummed up technicalities? Something's wrong!"
"What do you suppose it is?" asks the legal rep, noting McConnell's suspicions.
"Wish I knew!" said McConnell, thinking. Perhaps someone got to the Mayor, bought him off, black mailed, or threatened him into cooperating, -wonders McConnell. Lord knows it's happened to several members of his Precinct! Which suddenly makes McConnell wonder about Malik, and what's been going on with him lately? Was he trying to hide something, or is he still reeling emotions over Louis' death?
THE COURT HOUSE
His name is Bruce Gardner, former police officer with 20 years of service. Now indicted for crimes unbecoming of an officer. He is joined by fellow accused officers; Alan Cooper, Joseph "Jo" Justine, and officer Blake. Each are called to face the judge along with their attorneys. Each enters a plea, and is granted a date to appear in court to face charges against the city. When Gardner's name is called, a jeer of boo's are heard throughout the courtroom. Gardner (nick named; -the Terminator), pays no attention to the abundance of spectators calling out against him. He merely takes it with a grain of salt, as he calls out "not guilty!" to the judge's question. A date is set for trial, as Gardner is escorted back to his holding cell.
In the crowd, he notices a lone white boy standing in the mist of angry black faces. On second look, he realizes it's his son, -17 y/o Christopher Gardner. There is no words exchanged as Bruce Gardner is quickly escorted out of the room with a shocked look on his usually smug face.
Christopher's heart is beating fast. He's waited a long time to see his dad again, to be seen by him. He leaves the spectator's booth, heading down the hall to clear his head. Heading towards the mens room, where he is sure to find some way to calm his nerves.
He enters the room, and quickly runs towards the sinks where he splashes cold water on his face. "Are you okay?" asks a man who just finished pissing in one of the nearby urinals. Christopher stands up and looks over at the well dressed man and wonders if he's a lawyer. "Are you alright, kid? Do you need some assistance?" Christopher's eyes fall to the man's crotch.
"Would you like your cock sucked, sir?" he asks softly and politely. The man is taken aback by the blunt question.
"Is..., is this a joke?" he asks, looking offended and stunned.
"I really need to suck some cock, sir." said Christopher, heading into one of the stalls where he locks the door and mans himself a seat at a glory hole.
The man turns to the mirror, adjusts his tie, then fondles the growing hardon in his pants. He doesn't think twice as he turns and heads for the adjacent stall connecting the glory hole. He quickly unzips, then shoves his cock through the hole and into the teen boy's awaiting mouth.
THE LOCAL BAR
It's Jake Valentine's day off. Staying in his lonely apt, with no date, no girlfriend, and no Peaches to warm up with, -sends him to the local hangout where cops gather after their shifts for a night out.
Jake comes in out of the rain, walks up to the bar, and orders a Corona. While waiting, he spots 2 young "receptionist types" eyeballing him, and blushes. The 2 girls smile, and whispers amongst themselves as the bartender hands Jake his brew. Jake takes a swing for confidence, then wanders over to the 2 women.
"Hi. I'm Jake. Jake Valentine. Can I, uh..., buy you ladies a drink?" he asks, in his most polite, most sincere voice. The women giggle, then answer...
"Yes. I'm Jill. And this is my girlfriend Janice. I'm drinking a Tequila." said the closest girl. Jake ordered the drinks, and began to flirt with the 2 gorgeous girls, when he was suddenly slapped hard on the ass in his tight jeans.
"So officer Jake...! Trying your hand at pussy now, all of a sudden?"
Jake spun around, only to find an inebriated Maleece Cortez standing behind him, holding a pool stick. The 2 girls looked confused. Maleece put his arms around both of the females, leaning into them with his breath stinking of beer. "You 2 bitches thinks officer Jake's hot?" he laughed, getting odd stares from the 2 girls. "Did he tell you how much he loves taking it up the ass?"
"Maleece..., you're drunk! Again!" said Jake, embarrassed.
"That's right..., but I'm still all the man these 2 phillies'll ever need!" bragged Cortez, spilling all over the girls. They both got up from their seats, and moved to the other side of the bar. "Hey! Where you going? I'm the one you want!" called Cortez, causing a scene.
Jake turned to walk away, but Cortez ran up on him and threw his arm around his neck. "Fuck them whores..., what we need them for, when we have your sweet ass around?" he asked, holding onto Jake to keep standing up straight.
"Who's "we"?" asked Jake, curiously.
"Why..., our co-workers, of course!" said Cortez, pointing over at off duty officers Reynolds, and Lewis, standing over by the pool tables. Both with gigantic smirks on their faces. "Look who I found over by the bar, trying to pick up some pussy!" laughed Cortez, shoving Jake ahead of him. "Like some chick would ever allow a pussy-boy like YOU up in her!"
"You need to sleep it off, Maleece." said Jake, having had enough.
"Really? And what do YOU need, officer Jake? " asked Cortez. "What did YOU come out here for on this rainy night? Looking for some pussy?" asked Cortez, running his hand seductively down the front of his pants. Jake's eyes followed, zeroing in on the growing lump hidden under the drunken cop's zipper. "Or did you come looking for something else?"
Jake broke his hypnotic stare, looking around the pool area to see who else was looking. Officers Lewis and Reynolds were glued to the site, smiling broadly as they drank their beers. "We all know what you're really down for, Valentine. "We're ALL had a piece of you!" spoke Cortez, sounding less and less drunk as he spoke. "We know what happened to you in that alley way..., what those druggies did to you when they dragged you into that basement." Jake looked around nervously, before focusing his full attention on Cortez. "Who do you think dragged you in that basement?" he smiled, squeezing the lump in his pants.
Jake thought back to that night, chasing unknown drug dealers through the brush of back yard allies. He remembered following after Cortez, but losing him when he was attacked (ambushed?) by the perps! How many were there? Four? Five?
Jake looked at Cortez, as he stood there before him smiling, feeling himself up in front of the other officers. Officers Lewis and Reynolds. They were there that night. They saw him getting fucked by the thugs? They saw, and did nothing to stop it? How many officers were there? Four? Five? Cortez, Reynolds, Lewis, Duncan, and Peterson! Four or five officers! Four or five thugs! The officers knew what happened, because they were there! They were the thugs! Jake's eyes widened when he realized what Cortez meant. They all has a piece of him because he was fucked by his fellow officers!
"You fucking bastards!" said Jake in a low voice, feeling completely used and betrayed in a whole new way.
The officers laughed at his realization.
"You should be used to it by now, boy!" said Reynolds, a big muscular officer with muscled arms and a thick bull's neck.
"Yeah Jake, why you acting like you're not the same whore cop that fucked your other partners; -Gardner, Cooper, Whitmen, Blake, and Justine?" asked Cortez, walking up close to Jake, confronting him face to face. "The same whore cop that took advantage of me, and made me fuck you in my own apt when I was too drunk to know any better?" asked Cortez, narrowing his eyes. "The same whore cop that took on 5 thugs in a basement, and didn't even bother to fight them off! What about that Jake? Still trying to tell us that you're not gay? That you don't like a stiff thick dick in your ass?" Jake tried to look away, but Cortez's presence demanded his attention. "Tell you what..., there's a men's room over there at the end of the bar. The last stall has a brand new glory hole cut in the side. If you want to swing on some of this dick, go in, and press your punk pussy up against the hole. I think we can manage a few more loads for you tonight! What do you say? Deal?" taunted Cortez, whom really expected to hear Jake turn him down.
"You want to turn me into your whore, is that it Maleece? Is that what you guys want, some cop ass whenever you want it?" asked Jake, calling Cortez's bluff. "Okay, I'll admit it, -I'm GAY! Does that make you happy? Your new partner is a faggot queer who takes it up the ass whenever he can get it! I'm nothing but a fuck hole for any man who walks by! Okay? Not good enough? You want more?" asked Jake, not noticing the shocked expression on Cortez's face. "You want me to go one step further? You want to whore me out to the bar? Okay! I'll do it! I'll be your fucking pig lover! Come fuck me whenever you feel like it!" he shouted, storming off into the mens room.
"Hot damn!" yelled Reynolds, setting down his pool stick as he started to follow Jake inside.
"Wait..., where you going?" asked Cortez, blocking Reynolds' way.
"To go fuck some cop pussy!" said the officer, bluntly.
"You're not serious, are you?" asked Cortez, having a change of heart.
"Dead serious, bruh! I thought that's what we were doing all of this for..., to get him to admit he likes dick so we can fuck him!" said Reynolds.
"Leave him alone, man. You saw how he was..., he..., he looked on the edge." said Cortez, suddenly feeling sorry for Jake.
"That's where we want him, on the edge of our dicks!" said Reynolds, not letting it go.
"Look, he's off limits now!" ordered Cortez, much to his buddies shock. "He's..., he's my partner! I don't want to see him fucked over!"
"You should've thought of that before you started this, Mal." said Reynolds, with Lewis' backing. "It's out of your hands now, player."
"Out of my hands?" laughed Cortez, nervously. "It was MY idea!"
"And now that the trap's been sprung, you want to call off the hunt?" asked Reynolds. "Too late, bruh..., the wolves'r on the trail and circling for the kill!" he said, cupping his hard cock and balls. "Now that lil' lamb is in there, waiting with his ass against the hole for some hard cock to fuck into him..., you must be crazy if you think I'm going to just walk away from some free pussy, -male or female!"
"We're supposed to be a unit!" called Cortez, as Reynolds pushes by him and heads for the mens room.
"Its out of your hands, Mal. Let it go." said Lewis, lowering his pool stick as he made his way into the mens room as well.
Cortez punched the top of the poll table, feeling the impact sting his knuckles as the door closed behind him.
Jake was standing by the sinks when Reynolds and Lewis crowded in on him. He knew what they wanted by the smoldering looks in their eyes. Reynolds' motioned by grabbing his cock bulge. Jake swallowed hard, then turned towards the stalls where he entered. Reynolds followed behind him, closing the stall door.
Jake remained with his back to the officer, as Reynolds moved in close behind him and ground his hardon into Jake's ass. Jake felt officer's Reynolds' hands inch around his torso as he held Jake close to his chest. "I've been watching this ass shower up at work for months!" whispered Reynolds, grinding harder as he spoke with heated breath. "You know you've got a boss body, rookie. I'm glad you're willing to share it with us!"
Jake didn't answer as Reynolds reached for Jake's belt buckle. He unfastened his pants, then slid them down to expose Jake's plump white ass cheeks. Reynolds' lips were near Jake's neck as his fingers toyed with Jake's tender hole. He pushed a curious finger inside, feeling it clamp down around the tip. "You like this?" he asked, probing Jake's hole.
Just then, the mens room door swings open. Jake hears officer Lewis arguing with Cortez. Cortez pulls open the stall door, then orders Reynolds out by gun point.
"You don't know what you're doing, Mal!" said Reynolds, his hard cock already hanging out of his pants as he backs out of the stall with his hands up. "This pussy's not worth it, man!"
"Shut up!" yelled Cortez, looking in on Jake. Jake was looking back at Cortez, his hands up as well with his pants down under his fat ass. "Pull your pants up, and get out of there!" ordered Cortez, still pointing the gun on his friends. Jake did as he was told, and exited the stall. "Find another fag, fellas." said Cortez, backing out of the rest room.
He grabbed Jake by the arm, and tucked his gun as they rushed out of the bar's side door. Cortez's car was just down the block. He made Jake get in. "NOW see what you've done!" he yelled angrily, as he started his engine. Jake said nothing as they pulled off in the middle of traffic, nearly causing an accident.
They drove back to Cortez's apartment. Jake was lost and confused by the officer's actions. He'd just found out that Cortez had orchestrated a rape scene involving him and 4 other officers. Yet he felt guilty about allowing Reynolds and Lewis to fuck him in the bar.
Cortez walked around his apt, angrily throwing his keys across the room and into the sofa. He ripped off his jacket and threw it on the floor as he made his way over to the liquor cabinet. There he pulled down a bottle of booze, and turned it up to his lips.
Jake stood in the door way of the apt, unsure if he should stay or go. Cortez never asked him if he wanted to come to his pat, he just drove until he was home. He took a couple of swallows before he noticed Jake was still standing in the door way. "Come in!" he ordered, walking over to slam the door shut once Jake was inside. Then he handed Jake the booze bottle. "Drink?"
"Why am I here, Mal?" asked Jake, curious. The 2 men stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before Cortez broke the contest and walked over to the old sofa with the bottle turned up to his lips. He flopped down on the couch, resting the bottle beside him as he stared up at Jake once again.
"You're free to go! No one's holding you hostage!" he said.
Jake walked over to the sofa. Cortez took another swig as Jake sat down beside him. Jake took the bottle from Cortez's hand, then turned it up to his own lips. Cortez watched as Jake took a few swings, then sat the bottle away from them on the table. Officer Cortez watched Jake's every move, his facial expressions, his body language. He started to breath hard when Jake touched his hand to his thigh. He didn't say anything when Jake's hand moved up to his crotch, and started to grope Cortez's hardon. He watched as Jake leaned in to kiss him, but pulled back before their lips could touch. Jake realized that Cortez was limited with his actions. So he abandoned kissing, and started to unfasten the man's pants.
Cortez offered no resistance as Jake pulled his hardon out into the open. He gasped when Jake lowered his head into his lip, taking his cock into his mouth. "Ooo yeeahh..." moaned Cortez, throwing his head back against the sofa as Jake's mouth enveloped him. This was what he wanted.
Jake sucked up and down on Cortez's hardon, taking the cook into his throat as he bobbed his head in his lap. Cortez was a rough tough street cop, born and raised on the streets since he was a kid. Jake knew admitting that he wanted sex from him wouldn't be easy for someone like Cortez, someone's whose masculinity was centered around his manly image. In order to have sex with Jake, Cortez would have to get drunk first, to justify his lustful actions. He'd never admit that he was physically attracted to another man, it HAD to be the liquor talking.
Cortez reached down and started to squeeze Jake's ass through his pants. Jake knew what Cortez wanted, even as he bobbed his head harder. When Jake was sure Cortez was ready, he abandoned giving him head, and sat upright on the couch. Cortez opened his eyes, looking over at Jake with confusion. Jake stood up and stepped out of his pants and underwear, then he straddled Cortez's thighs, feeling the hard head of his cock poking between his ass cheeks.
Cortez said nothing as he looked up into Jake's pretty face. Jake spit a gob of saliva onto his fingers, then reached behind himself to massage it into his asshole. Then he reached back and aimed Cortez's cock up to his rosebud, and eased down on it.
"uhhh..." moaned Jake, feeling the head penetrate his ring.
Cortez grabbed Jake's bare hips, helping him to ease down on it. Once Jake bottomed out, Cortez thrust his hips up into the ass to ground his dick around inside. Jake started to move slowly, tightening and flexing his talented fuck hole on his partner's dick. Cortez never took his eyes off Jake as he moved up and down on his pipe. His hands squeezed Jake's hips, showing his growing intensity as he started to thrust up into the ass.
Jake was started to breath hard. His face was just inches away from Cortez's, they could feel each other's breaths on their faces as they fucked in unison. Cortez allowed his hands to curiously roam up and down Jake's back and buttock, pulling and groping as he massaged his fingers into the smooth skin.
Acting on impulse, Jake leaned forward and kissed Cortez. This time the hispanic officer didn't resist, he allowed Jake's lips to touch his as they locked lips together. Jake licked the officer's mouth as he suckled his lips. Cortez parted his lips and extended his tongue into Jake's mouth. Jake sucked on Cortez's oral muscle as he bounced up and down on his hard dick, getting more and more turned on. Cortez started to get more aggressive, taking over the kiss as his passion built. He grabbed Jake by the sides of his head, drilling his tongue into the white officer's mouth. Jake groaned and grunted as Cortez's passions overwhelmed him. Cortez gripped him by his shoulders from underneath his open shirt, forcibly pulling Jake down on his humping cock as he thrust up into him. Jake's own cock was rubbing back and forth on Cortez's shirt, causing his orgasm to come quickly as Cortez used his feet to thrust up into Jake's hole. Jake was caught in the officer's grasp as his cock plunged his backside while his tongue drilled his mouth. Jake came, moaning into Cortez's mouth as the cum shot from his dick and splattered all over Cortez's shirt.
"Oooohh, ooohhh, UUUhhhhhhhhhh...!!" groaned Cortez, cumming inside Jake's ass in a series of hard spurts while he and Jake continued to french kiss. Cortez released his hold on Jake after climax, allowing his hands to fall to his sides. Jake parted their kiss, feeling Cortez's cock shrink in his asshole.
"Sorry about the mess..." he said, leaning back in Cortez's lap. Maleece looked down to see a huge puddle of Jake's cum on his shirt. He looked up at Jake and laughed.
"Don't worry about it." he said, as Jake climbed down off his lap. Jake reached for his pants as Cortez stood up and removed the shirt over head without letting any of the cum to spill onto him. Jake looked up at his lean muscular body, and tried to keep control of his cock. He watched Cortez reach for the booze bottle. But instead of guzzling it down, he replaced the cap and returned it to the cabinet. "Do you have to rush off?" he asked, closing the cabinet door.
"Huh?" asked Jake.
"Do you have to rush back home?" repeated Cortez, returning into the room. "Or do you want to stay the night?"
Jake smiled at the invitation.
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