Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-26 WINDING ROADS
7:30pm/Capt McConnell's Apartment...
Malik enters McConnell's condo, using his key. McConnell is in the kitchen cooking (one of his favorite past-times). He watches Malik closely as he takes off his jacket, shield, and gun in the entry, then enters into the apt.
"How was work?" asked McConnell, drying his hands on a damp dish towel as he looked at Malik through the breezeway.
"Fine." answered Malik, walking to the fridge for a beer. He popped the cap, then down the first quarter in 2 gulps.
"Did you talk to the Precinct's psychiatrist today?" asked McConnell, concerned with Malik's moody moods.
"No." answered Malik, walking from the room. McConnell followed.
"You had a scheduled appointment to talk to the doc, Malik. Why didn't you keep it?"
"I'm dealing with my problems, David! I'm sorry if it's not fast enough for you!" yelled Malik, frustrated.
"It's not FOR me, Malik. The psychiatrist is for you! There's something wrong here, you're not acting like yourself!" said McConnell, following Malik into the bedroom.
"How do you know who I am? We didn't get together until AFTER my...., my rape." said Malik, throwing his shirt into a corner as he kicked off his shoes and undid his pants.
"I know the Malik I knew at work was happy and out-going! I know the Malik standing in front of me right now is anything but! You've grown withdrawn and cranky..., whatever you're dealing with, you're not dealing with it rationally!" observed McConnell.
"How about I'm cranky because as soon as I walk through the door, you're all over my back! Can I have some breathing room, please?" complained Malik, ripping off his pants and underwear.
"It's all done out of love, Malik. That appointment was made for you out of concern, concern as your lover! But now I'm not asking, I'm TELLING you, to go see doctor Maiden asap!"
"Is that an Order, SIR?" asked Malik, standing before McConnell naked.
"Yes!" answered McConnell, sternly. Malik's eyes narrowed, as he huffed off into the bathroom to shower. McConnell sighed, seeing his relationship with Malik slowly fall apart. He tossed the dish towel over his shoulder, then gathered up Malik's dirty clothes. As he walked over towards the hamper, he noticed a wet stain in the ass of Malik's boxers. McConnell examined it (with a "sniff" test), and determined it was the remains of semen stains in the ass of Malik's draws. McConnell felt his heart sink at the thought of Malik cheating on him.
Shower...
Malik stood under the spray of hot water, allowing the cleansing spray to wash over him and hoping it would wash away his troubles. His thoughts went back to earlier in the day, when he was visiting a prisoner at the Round House (Police Headquarters). He'd just done the unthinkable..., allowing a jailed prisoner to butt fuck him in one of the interrogation rooms, when he was approached by a young officer who knew what he'd been up to. To keep his silence, Malik had to let the guard fuck him also. Malik's dick grew hard as he recalled how the young officer bent him over the interrogation table, and shoved his rock hard 11 inch dick up his ass. Malik's hand roamed around to his ass, as his fingers slipped into his dilated hole. He could feel the dual loads of sticky cum oozing from his anus, as he stroked his hardon with his other hand.
The officer's thighs rubbed against the backs of Malik's as he fucked in and out of him, holding him down against the table as he used his ass to get off. Malik remembered how hard his own dick was under the table out of reach, he couldn't stroke it while the officer fucked him. He kept staring over at the door, hoping no one would look in through the observation window and see him getting butt fucked.
Luckily the officer was young, and extremely excited to be fucking another cop at Headquarters. It didn't take him long to blow his load as he fucked Malik deeply. Malik remembered how the long dick touched him in places never before reached as he lay his head flat on the table and succumb to the cop's advances.
"Damn this ass's good!" muttered the officer, humping deep as his balls slapped into Malik's over and over. Malik could feel Marvin's cum load seeping out from his active hole, dripping down off of his balls. "Damn man, you have to give me yur number..., I'm gonna want to hit this shit again!"
"No way, man! Once is all you get!" warned Malik, looking back over his shoulder.
"No way..., ass this good was meant to be fucked, dude! You can't cut me off! Not after I've tagged it!" said the guard, fucking harder as he spoke. Malik groaned, feeling the dick go deeper. "Damn man..., I never knew a nigga's ass could feel THIS good! No wonder nigga's be getting fucked in jail on the regular!"
Malik said nothing as the officer rambled on about how good his butt was. He took the officer's fuck, feeling his hips and knotty crotch hair scratch the tender mounds of his cheeks. After about 8 or 9 minutes, he heard the guard groan, then felt his thick dick pulse and hose his insides with a steady blast of hot seed.
Malik had 3 fingers in his ass when he masturbated all over the shower wall, cumming hard as he remembered how the officer came inside him, then made him promise to come back for more once it was all over.
Malik removed his fingers from his pulsating anus, as his dick slowly stopped throbbing. The last of his cum dripped down from the dick tip, and washing away down the drain. Malik felt extremely guilty afterwards, wondering what was wrong with him for getting off on such degrading sex acts.
PRECINCT-23 After mid-night...
The end of another shift. Officers Jake Valentine and Malecee Cortez clock out at work. As usual, they go into the shower area to wash up and change clothes before leaving. Cortez is standing at his shower head, trying not to stare at Jake's magnificent body and fat jock ass. He sees other officers stealing looks as they shower at other "heads", and knows they want to sample Jake's ripe white melons. He even notices a couple officer's hiding boners, as Jake showers in total oblivion. Cortez fights the need to run over and cover Jake's hide, when he bends over to wash his legs and ankles. One officer shot off a load with his back to Malecee as he jacked off. Malecee turned off his shower, then grabbed Jake by the arm as they exited the shower room.
"What's the problem?" asked Jake, still half soapy.
"Get dressed!" ordered Malecee, heading for his locker. Jake reluctantly did as told, then met Malecee outside in the car after work.
"What happened? What did I do?" asked Jake, worried about Maelcee's attitude.
"You really are clueless, aren't you?" asked Malecee. "You didn't see all those officers staring at your ass? Jacking off while they watched you shower?"
"No. Were they?" asked Jake, unconcerned. "I don't pay them any attention."
"You've been flaunting your ass all over the locker room! That's why we...., that's why you were set up! Everyone thinks you do it on purpose, like you WANT to entice us!" explained Malecee.
"Well, I'm not!" answered Jake, feeling faulted for something he didn't do.
"I don't want you showering at the Precinct anymore!" ordered Malecee. "From now on, you shower at our place, okay?"
"Our place?" asked Jake, catching Malecee, blunder.
"uh..., I meant, MY place." corrected Malecee, starting the engine. Jake smiled, knowing exactly what Malecee meant. Just then, there was a tap at the window. Malecee rolled it down.
"Hey. Have either of you see Reynolds?" asked Lewis, his partner. "He hasn't checked in yet, and shift ended 30 minutes ago."
"He's probably out getting some head, or something." said Malecee, down playing Reynolds' lateness. "Probably lost track of time. I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."
"He's not answering his radio." said Lewis, as an after thought. "But you're probably right. You guys heading over to the bar for beer and pool?"
"No. I think I'll take Jake home and hit the sack." said Malecee.
"Yeah, I BET!" winked Lewis, walking away.
"It's not what you think...!" yelled Malecee, embarrassed by the implications. He rolled the window back up, then put the car in drive without looking at Jake. He didn't want to see the hurt expression he was sure was in the officer's eyes.
Back at his place, Malecee parked the car and escorted Jake inside. Jake wasn't sure how he felt about being officer Cortez's dirty little secret, but he knew it didn't make him feel good about himself. If Malecee liked him, why couldn't he admit it? Why did he have to pretend they were just friends when it was obvious to Lewis (and Reynolds) that they were more than that?
As soon as the front door was closed, Malecee was all over Jake like white on rice. Kissing, hugging, sucking his mouth, neck, and ears like a hungry lover. Jake could barely keep up with the cop's octopus hands as he grabbed and gripped Jake's waist and ass. He pulled Jake upstairs to his bedroom, then stripped him naked. Jake lay down on the mattress face down, as Malecee licked at his ass and ass crack with his talented tongue. Jake gasped as Malecee pulled apart his milky white buns, and licked up and down the anal crack. He zeroed his tongue into the tiny tight hairless hole, sucking it like he would a woman's pussy. Jake moaned, feeling absolutely ravaged as his butt was ate and devoured in one shot.
After nearly 10 minutes of ass eating, Malecee kissed his way up Jake's back until his hardon was poised right over the hole. He wet the tip with his own saliva, then sank it into Jake's flesh. Jake felt Malecee settle in on top of him as his cock moved inside. Malecee kissed Jake's bare back and shoulders as he started to fuck. He wrapped his arms around Jake's torso, pinching his erect nipples as he suckled his neck.
Jake's own hardon smashed into the mattress as he spread his legs to get more dick. He rubbed his face against Malecee's, feeling the roughness of his beard stubble scratch against his smooth cheek. "uhhh..." groaned Jake, loving the feel of Cortez's body on top of him.
"You feel so good..." moaned Malecee, humping forth as he drove his dick through the gripping anus. He sucked at Jake's ear, sticking his curious tongue inside as he fucked. "Give me that ass, man..., ahhh shit, your cunt is so hot!"
Jake felt the dick moving in and out of him, the hard male appendage squeezing past his tight sphincter as it drove into him deeply. Jake loved making love with the man he entrusted with his life on a daily bases. He'd come a long way since being raped by Gardner. Now he was about to really enjoy it and express himself in ways he never dreamed of. He tightened his sphincter muscles, squeezing Cortez's plunging hardon as it moved back and forth.
"You trying to make me cum quick?" asked Malecee, knowing Jake's tricks. Jake laughed as Malecee pulled out, then rolled him over onto his back and re-entered him. He pressed Jake's legs up to his chest, doubling him in half as he fed him more dick. Jake accepted the challenge as Cortez lay on top of him again, this time face to face as his deeply kissed his lips. They tongue sucked each other while they fucked. Soon, Malecee was plugging away like a madman, driving his dick through the vulnerable anus of his partner as he fucked him hard and fast.
Jake kissed Malecee passionately, swallowing his excess spit as his hands roamed over the officer's muscular body. The bed rocked as the sound of slapping flesh filled the room. Groans and grunts escalated as they neared climax. Jake was jacking his erection while Malecee fucked in and out of him. Malecee was the first to cum, as he pounded Jake's ass while his cock erupted load after thick molten load into the bottom man's ass. Jake came with a bust of cum all over the 2 of them soon after. Malecee lay out on top of Jake completely, his dying dick slipping wetly from his slick hole as they continued to kiss. Jake wrapped his arms around Malecee's sweaty back, holding him close as they slowly drifted off into a quick sleep.
TEMPEST WILLIAMS
It takes time to build an empire, conglomerates aren't made in a day. Tempest Williams has been building his for several years now, selling, stealing, robbing, killing his way to the top by any means necessary.
Starting over "is a bitch". Living in the basement of an old drug house, was far below the luxuries of his former home. He surrounds himself with trusted staff (or as trusting as a group of cut throats can be). His "girls"; Peaches, Mercedes, Sapphire, and Jasmine, are always on hand. They have replaced Tempest's usual "men" as his new body guards, each "girl" fitted with her own special weapon. Sapphire likes the uzi, Jasmine has a pair of gold plated 38-revolvers, Mercedes likes the 45-caliber, while Peaches prefers a 9-millimeter. They travel with Tempest everywhere he goes (in the Mayor's limo). Most people who see them, thinks he is a pimp with real female prostitutes, only those that are in association with Tempest knows all his "girls" are really men, -transvestites he has honed into women of the night.
Jasmine is a 15 year old african american named Terrence Sykes, with long curly (Beyonce weave) blonde hair. Her father sold her into prostitution since the age of 7, and then sold her to Tempest Williams for a mere kilo of tainted cocaine. Since then, Tempest has trained the "girl" in all the pleasures he likes, giving her breasts and the promise of a vagina in time. She is a devoted slave, pledging her life to the man she calls "master".
Sapphire is an 18 year old brunette hispanic named Pablo Manendez. Gay all her life, she spent most of her youth on her knees sucking boys in school, and grown men in train stations and bus terminals. She met Tempest on the streets one day, and he transformed her into the lovely butterfly she is today.
Mercedes is another 18 year old hispanic named Hector Rodriguez, with long black hair extensions. Her trade mark is that she resembles the Puerto-rican actress Jennifer Lopez while in full drag. She met Tempest and instantly became one of his whores. She had many repeat customers, all wanting to fuck the J-Lo look alike. But Mercedes never liked living in the shadow of Tempest's first "girl".
Peaches is a 26 year old 6 foot tall black american named Darryl Walker. She was Tempest's first love, and there by his side when he first built his empire. Promised with all the fortunes of a queen, Peaches worked for Tempest and watched as his fortune got bigger and bigger. Now feeling trapped, she wants out of his organization, but has no chance of making it out alive. Tempest has made it clear, that his "girls" are his property. Property he has heavily invested in and would never part with. Peaches knows in order to escape, she'll have to do something dangerous and drastic. But she knew time was of the essence, as Tempest got wilder and wilder with his schemes, thinking himself an untouchable!
It was laying in his bed (in an all out orgy feast) that Peaches decided what she had to do. Tempest was residing over the festivities, as his loyal men and esteemed guests fucked and sucked everything in the room. Thugs, pimps, whores, hookers, dealers, and other top male associates all conspire to make one huge human pile, as hard dicks sink into tight asses and hot mouths.
In one area, Tempest's new partner Pooh is engaged with fucking Sapphire. He holds her by the hips as he fucks into her cum lined asshole while one of his men fuck her pretty upturned face. Beside them Jasmine lay under another drug dealer who fucks her in missionary position while she sucks off 2 more hard dicks. The Mayor's assistant mr Brian Dunn rides D'angleo's dick while getting double dicked in his man cunt by his associate Shank. With them are other she/males from Snyder's Drive; Candace, Porscha, Tatianna, Luscious, and Imani. Each girl is an expert at draining men of their precious juices. They feed and feast on semen, bathing their bare breasts and asses in loads of spilled man milk as the crawl from one man onto another.
Peaches watch as the 300 lbs Pooh pounds Sapphire into the ground with his heavy weight. He yells like a wounded lion when he dumps his cum load into her aching ass, only to be replaced by another dealer who was eager to enter the fine 18 year old. Pooh pants for breath as he climbs to his feet, and Joins Tempest at his bedside to watch the festivities.
"Man..., now THIS is a fuckin orgy! I ain't never had no need for the she/freaks you like to employ..." added Pooh, getting a nasty stare from Peaches whom walked by in a pink garter belt and high heels. "...but these nasty bitches put my girls to shame! They fuckin HOUNDS man!" excited Pooh.
"Compliments of Sextacy, my brutha. I hype all my bitches up on it, triples production and makes them hungry for more dick!" said Tempest, sitting back as Mercedes sucked and swallowed his thick 9 inch curved dick.
"I see you train regular guys too." said Pooh, watching Dunn go to work on D'angelo and Shank as both men shoot loosely up Dunn's draining hole.
"Everyone has possibilities." said Tempest, stroking his cane as he looked at Pooh. "I hear one of your most trusted men has turn coat on you. What are you doing about it?"
"Oh, you mean D-Money (from "my woman's lover" in bisexual/authoritarian). Yeeh, nigga rolled over on me with the cops. I'm working on it now. Got my buls lookin for his ass. When I find him and his bitch, I'm gonna kill em dead!"
"Men are nothing but bitches with dicks. They can be trained just as quick as a hoe." informed Tempest. "If one of my men steps out of line, I don't kill him, I turn him..., into one of THEM." added Tempest, referring to Dunn and his kind. "I make him a bitch, dope him up on my drugs, then turn him out on the streets to make my money. I suggest you find that Money guy, and make him your new whore. If you don't want him, I'll take him. Fuck him, break him, and turn him out flat."
"That's a good idea. Nigga's too big for his britches. I'll do that Temp. Meanwhile..., I've got a new shipment of stuff coming in down on the water front, real soon. We mix this shit with your chemicals..., and we'll have a new breed of zombies walking the streets real soon!" gloated Pooh.
"Hit me up with the details, bruh..., and we'll get this shit started." Tempest and Pooh slapped hands as a sigh of solidarity, while Mercedes choked down a huge gob of Tempest's love juice.
FAIRMOUNT PARK 6am the next morning Strawberry Mansion section...
Yellow tape cornered off the resting spot of officer Frank Reynolds' body. Police, ambulance, and forensic personal surround the site, searching for clues that might identify the killer. Anyone caught roaming through the park that night, was quickly picked up, detained, and questioned by authorities. The park was a known hang out of gay men as well as male prostitutes, hustlers that sold their bodies for sex. Had the killer been gay? Or simply someone who hated gays?
Police Captain David McConnell pulled up in his car. He'd gotten the call of an "officer down" at just about 5am. He quickly rushed to the site, wanting to be a part of the search team for a cop killer. He walked up into the park, escorted by officers whom showed him where the body lay, under red stained sheets. McConnell bent down over the body, lifting the sheet to view it.
"Reynolds..." he said under his breath. "...what the fuck were you doing out here?" he asked, noticing the officer's cock and balls laying on the grass beside him.
"Appears he was, uh..., he might've been, uh..., getting his, uh..., his, um..."
"I get the jest..." said McConnell, replacing the sheet as he stood up. "So how it happen to be laying there beside him?"
"Someone sliced it off, with a very sharp knife. Cut looks to be quick, and done with one slice." said the forensic officer. "Must've been fully hard too, by all the blood he lost."
"So this wasn't a frame up?" asked McConnell.
"Doubt it. In order for that much blood to pump through, it had to be at nearly full mast."
"Anybody see anything?" asked McConnell, looking around.
"A couple of guys came across the body after they noticed the cop car parked in the brush wasn't going away. Cop cars usually scare the guys away, makes them afraid they'll be arrested. These guys got suspicious when Reynolds' car wouldn't leave. They came in, and found the body covered in blood." explained the officer, simply. McConnell looked around the ground in the grass of clues, spotting a bloody shoe print which was already marked with a number tag. "Do you..., do you think officer Reynolds was gay, sir?" asked the officer, curiously. McConnell looked back at the questioning forensic specialist.
"Does it matter? He's dead." said McConnell, walking away. When he got out to the clearing, he took a quick view of the landscape. At the entrance of the park, he noticed 2 tall white poles, with globe covered domes. "What's those domes for?" he asked a passing park ranger on the scene. The man turned and looked up at what McConnell was pointing at.
"Cameras, sir. The park keeps surveillance of the entrance, but the cameras wouldn't be able to see all the way up into the crime scene." explained the ranger.
"I want to see those tapes. Officer Reynolds' killer could be on it, coming or going." said McConnell.
"Yes, sir." said the ranger, getting right on it.
Word spread amongst the officers like wild fire. Every cop on the force wanted to descend on Fairmount Park, to find the filthy cop killer who killed officer Reynolds. By morning, it was breaking news on every station in town. A veteran cop found slain in the part of the park frequented by homosexuals, was big news if ever there was any. Reporters and cameras were in McConnell's face upon his arrival to work, questioning the officer's sexuality regarding reports of his penis being slashed off and removed. They asked if this was a result of the Mayor's cut backs? In a moment of sheer anger, McConnell turned to reporters and told them to "Ask Anthony Edwards how are we supposed to control the city, when he cuts our budget and forces officer to travel without proper back-up? Ask him what happens when you turn criminals back on the streets after they've been arrested? Ask HIM if he works for the city, or the drug dealers?" shouted McConnell, before entering the Precinct.
He knew he said the wrong thing as soon as he said, but it had been weighing heavily on his mind for while. The phone in his officer was ringing before he could even sit down behind his desk.
He closed the door to his office, knowing it was the Mayor on line. Mayor Edwards was furious, and demanded that McConnell go back in front of reporters and retract what he said. He and McConnell argued vigorously over the phone, both heated and under pressure by the powers that be. The phone call ended with Mayor Edwards firing McConnell as police Captain of Precinct-23, effective immediately! McConnell grabbed a large box from storage, and filled it with all of his personal possessions while all the officers looked on in silence. The only one brave enough to approach McConnell in this state, was officer Hightower, whom had the "log" the Captain had requested he chart.
McConnell took the log, shook Hightower's hand, then walked out of the officer a civilian, amist the flash of reporters camped outside.
MALIK 10:30am
McConnell returns to his condo. He lowers the box of his personals (family photos, diplomas, awards, etc), and ponders what he'll do with his life next. He went from school, to the army, to the academy, to husband, to fatherhood, to captain. What was he to do now? 50 years old. Too old to start over, too young to retire. His moment of indecision was interrupted, when Malik came home.
"David...!" said Malik, his voice full of concern. "I heard what happened..., you okay?" he asked, rushing to be by McConnell's side.
"Yeah. I'm fine. As well as can be expected." said the former Captain, taking a seat on the sofa, beside his box of personals. Malik came and sat down beside him.
"He can't do that, can he? Fire you, I mean. Just for speaking your mind. That's against the first amendment, right? You can fight this!" encouraged Malik.
"I don't want to fight it." said McConnell, suddenly feeling every bit of his age. "I'm too tired to fight."
"So what..., you just going to take this? Let Edwards muscle you out of your job without a fight?" questioned Malik, not liking the thought of McConnell being a quitter.
"Some things just aren't worth fighting for." said McConnell. "I've got my health, my family, my pensions, my sail boat..., what more do I need?"
"What about your job? What about the respect of others? What about me?" asked Malik.
"You?" asked McConnell, as if it was a foreign word.
"Yes, what about us? I thought we were a couple? I thought we were trying to do something here?"
"Did you?" laughed McConnell, much to Malik's surprise. "That's funny. After everything we've been going through lately? You still feel like there's an us?"
"Look David..., I know I've been a little..., funky lately. I've been going through a lot of stuff, and I..., I'm working through some issues. But I DO care for you, a lot! I want this to work if you do." admitted Malik. McConnell looked into Malik's eyes, seeing the sincerity on his handsome face as the words spilled out of him like honey to a bee. McConnell wanted to believe Malik, believe he was sincere. That he loved him, and wanted this relationship to work. But something told him different. He reached into his box of personals, and pulled out the log book officer Hightower had given him before he left.
He tossed the book down onto the sofa next to Malik as he got up off the couch.
"What's this?" asked Malik, unaware of the book.
"You were acting so strange lately, that I worried you might do something drastic to yourself..., so I had you followed by one of the officers in the Precinct." Malik's eyes widened. "I see you've made several trips down to Police Headquarters. I checked the records, and see that on each occasion, you've met with Marvin Rollins, -the drug dealer that raped on on more than one occasion." Malik swallowed hard. "What would possess you to go to the Headquarters to see the man that raped you? That disrespected, degraded and humiliated you?" asked McConnell. "What would compel you to lock yourself in an interrogation room, and FUCK HIM like some common whore?! What the FUCK would drive you to risk your life, you job, and career and reputation, your respect, and your relationship with me, -all so some convict could fuck you one last time before he goes to prison??!! What makes you think I would even want someone like that in my life? Around my family? In my bed??" asked McConnell, veins popping out on his brow from the strain of his tension.
"David, I..."
"Get out, Malik! Get out of my house!" ordered McConnell, tears stinging his blood shot eyes.
"Captain, please...! I didn't..."
"GET OUT!!" screamed McConnell, throwing his box of personals across the room. Pictures shattered against the walls, papers flew, awards broke. Malik had never seen McConnell so pissed. His rage scared him, much like a father's would his son's. Malik quietly rose up from the sofa, placed his shield on the table, then walked out of the condo without saying another word.
JAKE AND MALECEE
It's hours after their shifts ended, as the 2 men sit in Cortez's living room, watching the events of their Precinct unfold on television.
"I can't believe it..., Reynolds and McConnell, both in one day! What the fuck is the world coming to?" asked Cortez, handing Jake a brew as he sat down beside him on the sofa to watch the noon time news.
"Mal..., we were IN that park that night. Do you think we saw Reynolds' killer?" asked Jake, popping the cap on his beer.
"You mean that twinky he was fucking?" asked Malecee, thinking back. "No way! Not with the way Frank was pounding him! Fags love..., I mean, gay guys like that sort of thing. Right?" corrected Cortez, not wanting to offend Jake.
"The media's saying it might not've been a gay killer, that it could have been a gay basher who came across Reynolds and got him mistaken for a gay cruiser. Or perhaps Reynolds surprised the killer and got caught in the cross-fire, so to speak."
"With his dick and balls cut off? Come on, Jay..., what officer's gonna just stand there while some nutcase cuts off his dick?" asked Malecee.
"Someone who may have been sucking it?" asked Jake, giving Malecee food for thought.
"Do you remember what the kid looked like that Reynolds was fucking?" asked Malecee.
"No. You didn't recognize him? Reynolds said you and he used to go there to fuck guys before. Maybe he was someone who's..., serviced you before?" questioned Jake. Malecee squirmed uncomfortably, not used to discussing his perverted sexual park prowess.
"We didn't HANG out in the park..., I've only done it a couple of times with my former partner. We came across that part of the park a few years ago with Reynolds and Lewis while we were investigating a robbery. Some guy was robbing fags that cruised the park late at night. We questioned a few of them that was brave enough to hang around and talk to us. One took Reynolds down to the spot where he was robbed. When Reyn didn't return right away, we went looking for him, and found him getting his dick sucked by the guy. At first I couldn't believe it. I thought Reyn had lost his mind. But the guy was swallowing his dick like a pro. Jackson started rubbing himself while we watched. After Reynolds came, and the guy swallowed his nut, Reynolds encouraged Jackson to get his dick sucked since he liked to watch so much. Jackson let the guy eat him up like a happy meal. I didn't want to seem like I wasn't part of the group, so I let the cock sucker eat my load too. After that, Reynolds and Lewis started going down there once a week, to get their dicks waxed when they got too bored or horny on our shift. The fags didn't mind. Most of them want to suck a cop. Its part of their fantasy."
"We have to report this." said Jake, taking note of the horrid look on Malecee's face. "At least mention how Reynolds used to frequent there! That could be vital information in finding his killer!"
"Reynolds has a wife and kids..., how would it look if they knew he went to that park often to get his rocks off? It'll kill them!" reasoned Malecee.
"Okay, okay. Was Reynolds always so rough on the guys he fucked? Did he treat all of them like trash?" asked Jake.
"Well..., yeah. You know Reynolds, he was an asshole! He treated all the fags like they were there just to please him. He made them suck his dick or fucked their asses, and threatened to arrest them if they didn't."
"Well, obviously he caught the wrong one. Someone didn't appreciate the way he was treating him, and got revenge. Was there anyone he really went wild on in the park? Did he ever take things too far?" asked Jake, grasping at straws.
"We're talking Reynolds..."
"Right. Dumb question." said Jake. "So all we know is that the last guy we saw him with was caucasian. Maybe 18 to 25 years old? Definitely gay. Did you notice what he was wearing?"
Malecee thought back. "Something dark..., like a hoody, I think. I'm not sure."
"Does the park have surveillance cameras?" asked Jake.
"I don't know." said Malecee, realizing that THEY would be on camera if there was one. Police would know that they were at the park just before Reynolds was murdered. "Shit!"
"Now we HAVE to report it." said Jake, wanting to cover their own asses. "If we don't, they're going to wonder why we didn't step forth earlier."
Malecee sighed, knowing it would raise a lot of questions. Now wasn't the time to be singled out in the department, not with them dropping officers left and right.
McConnell's
Later in the day, before his shift, Jake stopped by captain McConnell's condo to talk. A few media reporters were still outside the building, waiting to see if McConnell leaves. Jake walked through, pretending to be another resident as he rang the capt's bell. McConnell didn't answer, figuring it was just reporters looking for more story. As luck would have it, another resident was walking out, so Jake took that opportunity to go into the secure building.
After checking the registry, Jake made his way up to McConnell's apt. He knocked but received no answer. He knocked again, then called McConnell's name. McConnell opened the door, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.
"Jake! What're you doing here?" he asked, dressed in nothing but a wife-beater and boxers. Jake couldn't help staring the older man up and down as memories of his naked body (from chap-18) danced in his head.
"I heard about what happened to you on the news." answered Jake, coming back to reality.
"Oh, that." said McConnell, turning back into the apt as he turned the bottle up to his lips. Jake stepped in, closing the door behind him.
"How are you, sir?" he asked, following McConnell inside.
"Is that a trick question?" asked McConnell, with a chuckle.
"Is Malik here?" asked Jake curiously, wondering if McConnell had his support.
"Malik...?" questioned McConnell, taking another heavy swig. "Malik..., is gone!" he added, flopping down on the couch.
"Gone? What do you mean?" asked Jake, concerned.
"Gone. Moved out. We broke up." said McConnell, holding the bottle tight in his hands. Jake took a seat beside McConnell, feeling sorry for him as he looked down to see McConnell's limp dick laying visible through his open fly.
"I'm sorry to hear that, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"You can stop calling me "sir", I'm not longer your captain." said McConnell.
"After everything we've been through? You'll always be my captain, sir." smiled Jake. McConnell felt a stirring in his groin. He was drunk, and allowing his imagination to get naughty.
"Shouldn't you be getting rady for your shift?" he asked, turning his attention back to the bottle.
"I wanted to talk to you first, sir..., about Reynolds." answered Jake.
"Oh..., Reynolds..." sighed McConnell, recalling the mutilated body he saw at dawn. "Did you know his dick was sliced off? Who would slice a man's dick? What was he doing out there in the first place?" he asked as he turned the bottle up again.
"Cortez and I saw him there last night." said Jake, catching McConnell's attention. "We were driving along, when we noticed his squad car parked in the brush. When we went in to investigate..., we found officer Reynolds engaged in some deviant behavior."
"You caught him fucking someone? Some kid?" asked McConnell, bluntly.
"Yes, sir." answered Jake.
"Did you stop him?" asked McConnell. Jake lowered his head in shame.
"No, sir. Reynolds indicated that that wasn't the first time he used the park in that manner. I got the distinct impression that he..., fucked kids there often." admitted Jake.
"Dammit!" swore McConnell, getting up from the sofa. "That area is known as a gay cruise spot, every cop on the force is aware of it. But so long as no one robbed, raped, or murdered down there, we've kept a closed eye to it! Now I find out one of my veteran officers is a regular while on duty..., AND that 2 of my officers saw him there alive on the night he died and did nothing to stop or discourage him!" yelled McConnell, into the open room. Jake sank down in his seat, feeling even more guilty. "Did you at least see who he was with? Perhaps get a description of the cop killer?" asked McConnell, turning back towards Jake.
"No sir. We saw him with a white male, approximately between the ages of 18 and 25, average height and build..., but that's it."
"That's over half the city!" said McConnell, sighing in frustration.
"So what do we do now, sir?" asked Jake, curiously.
"Well..." started McConnell, returning to his seat on the couch as he turned the bottle up again. "...I suggest you tell this story to your NEW captain, cuz I'm not on the force anymore!" Jake looked disappointed at the capt's statement. McConnell saw the look, then sighed. "I suppose you can start by having a police artist sketch the person you saw. Give every detail you can remember. Then circulate the picture to see if anyone recognizes it. You want to bring him in for questioning..., if he didn't kill officer Reynolds, maybe he saw something or someone suspicious before he lift."
"Okay. Thank you, sir." said Jake, taking the information.
"David. Call me David, now." offered McConnell.
"David." blushed Jake, obviously in like with the former captain. His eyes feel back down into McConnell's lap. His dick was visible once again. Jake licked his lips instinctively. "If you ever need anything, sir..., please don't hesitate to let me know."
"I'm okay, Jake. I have money saved, my pension plan, insurance, food, family...., I'm good." said McConnell, turning the bottle back up. Jake stopped him before it could touch his lips. McConnell looked over at Jake questionably as Jake removed the bottle from his hands and placed it on the table beside them. Then he took a deep breath, and reached between the capt's legs. "Jake..." said McConnell, softly. Jake's hand encircled McConnell's dick, feeling it grow and lengthen to the touch. Without waiting for an invitation, Jake bent forward and took McConnell's meat into his mouth. McConnell sighed as he laid back in his seat, feeling the hot mouth envelope him.
Jake had found McConnell attractive ever since he first met the older man at the Precinct after graduating from the Academy. McConnell was so polished and distinguished, an well built man of 50. Back then Jake was still "straight", and thought his attraction was only an admiration for the man's authority. Now he knows that he was physically attracted to the man himself, but just didn't know it. He wanted to down McConnell's dick for a long time, but never thought it would happed (given the man's position). When Gardner forced McConnell to fuck Jake at gun point (in chap-18 again), Jake was so excited that he came all over himself without even touching his dick while the capt fucked him. Now he was sucking his dick for the first time, getting his very first taste of McConnell's high yellow mulatto dick as it moved down into his throat.
McConnell laid his head back on the sofa, watching his officer suck his dick through slit eyes as Jake bobbed his head up and down at a fair rate of speed. Soon he had McConnell's stiff standing dick glistening with spit as he took it into the back of his throat over and over. McConnell thought of Malik as his hand subconsciously reached for Jake's buttock. He slipped his hand down into the back of the waist band, and squeezed the fat white cheeks. Jake groaned as the cock throbbed in his throat. His own hardon bent painfully in his pants, but he didn't want to stop sucking long enough to free it.
McConnell's fingers found Jake's moist hole, and dug in. Jake pushed back against the fingers as the cock moved in and out of his open throat. Sucking McConnell was as hot and exciting as Jake dreamt. His stomach growled for the man's cum, even as his asshole spasm for his dick. Jake was torn between which hole wanted the hot looking capt more. McConnell pushed 2 fingers up into Jake's ass, just as his dick expanded and pulsed out the flavor of his seed.
Jake felt his mouth and throat fill with McConnell's cum as he quickly gulped down everything he had. McConnell ran his fingers through Jake's hair as he came in his mouth in heavy gushes. Jake ate everything that came out of McConnell's dick, swallowing all of his juices. McConnell pulled him up off his dick after climax, then reached for Jake's pants. He could feel Jake's hardon through the fabric of his jeans as it pressed to get out. Jake watched as McConnell freed his cock, then went down on it. Jake gasped as the capt swallowed his dick in one gulp. Jake tasted good, smelling like fresh soap as McConnell buried his nose in his pelvis. After only a few bobs, Jake was cumming in the back of McConnell's throat. The capt drank it all easily, feeling the warm liquid heat his insides. He really needed that.
Afterwards, he and Jake re-adjusted themselves. McConnell walked Jake to the front door, the sweet taste of his cum over powered by the stale liquor on his breath. He and Jake shook hands as friends, then hugged. Jake liked the feel of McConnell's muscular body, as McConnell did Jake's. They parted silently as McConnell opened the door to escort Jake out. Jake walked down the hall and out the building back to his parked car. Inside, he nearly forgot officer Cortez was waiting for him.
"Damn..., you were in there long enough!" complained Cortez, as Jake got into the passenger's seat. "How was he?"
"Huh?" asked Jake, put off by the question.
"The captain! How was he? Is he upset about his job?" inquired Cortez, as he started the engine.
"Oh, yeah. Yes! He's been drinking too." said Jake, getting back on track. "But he did give me some good advice about what to do." he added, popping a stick of gum in his mouth so Malecee couldn't smell the semen on his breath.