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Bi the Way Ch. 01

By: Obzezzion



As usual, Tom Jordan was relaxing in his rather spacious TV room for the evening. The detective had just finished up some reports for the chief; he'd have to take them into his office himself in the morning, since his partner had some kind of doctor's appointment that was supposed to last for a few hours – a physical or something. He didn't really do or know much medical-wise, but he wasn't concerned about it. They were partners, so he'd know if something was wrong with the guy.

Tom, on the other hand, had planned for some company this evening. He was a hard-ass at work, but he was good at being a hard-ass at home as well. Fortunately for his piece of mind, no one save a certain friend of the male persuasion knew about his very private night-time activities. That friend, however, was far more than a friend; he was an active participant. He wasn't thinking about the company he'd be having within the hour at the moment, though; the recent string of rapes gripping the city had made women afraid to go out at night. It weighed heavily on his mind, both as a cop and as a human being. No one should suffer at the hand of a rapist – no one. It was more than just a physical rape, he knew. It was a mental rape, an emotional rape, and – for some women, at least – a spiritual rape. He could handle thieves, murderers, and drunken idiots; it was the rapists that pissed him off, and the serial rapists received the full force of his wrath when he chose to unleash it. The sad part was that Tom was one of the few hard-nosed cops left who subscribed to the old school of crime fighting: if they did something even you couldn't live with, beat the livin' shit out of 'em.

Tom lit up a cigar and put leaned back on the couch, an old relic from the seventies when orange polyester was prevalent and popular. He didn't really like it that well, but it was surprisingly comfortable and he wasn't about to throw it out just because it wasn't fashionable; that was a waste of money, after all. Why buy a new one when the old one was still functional and comfortable? If it wasn't broken, he always said, don't fix it. Fortunately, Steve – his friend for the evening – tended to solve his problems every few nights. That's what boyfriends were for, after all. Oh, he liked girls well enough; what guy didn't? Every once in a while, though – more often of late, perhaps because of all the hookers he seemed to keep running into that wanted protection in return for their 'wholly unbiased opinions' (yeah, right) – he needed something other than a cunt and a pair of melons. Every so often, he needed a cock.

Tom had met Steve at a crime scene about three years previous; he was an ME who'd come to examine the body of a young woman that had gone missing some four months previous. They'd gotten to be good friends pretty quickly. When Tom spotted the off-duty ME at a local gay bar, he knew then and there that he'd found someone he could confide in. After a couple of very discreet dates, they ended up fucking on the couch and things had gone from there. They'd only met a few times a month at first, but the meetings had eventually grown so frequent that they'd had to tone it down a bit.

It seemed that Tom was quite the little cock whore. He loved stroking and sucking, licking and kissing. He loved the feel of a long, hard cock crammed deep into his tight ass hole, pushing itself in and out of him with force. As his thoughts drifted toward his last meeting with the man, he found his cock getting hard inside his dark-grey slacks. He tried to think of something else; he was supposed to be relaxing, after all. But it was increasingly difficult, partly because the images were too tempting and partly because he didn't really want to push the images out of his horny mind.

So, when Steven finally rang the door bell, it was all Tom could do not to jump up from his seat to grab it. They said their usual man-like greetings, grabbed a couple beers, and talked a while as some new batter they'd never heard of sent a homer flying. They both cheered for the Sox and then had a couple of burgers that Tom cooked up. But when they were all washed up and on their third beer each, there wasn't much else to do except what they'd met up to do. All that guy stuff was just formality.

Another weird thing, and maybe this was a guy thing, was that Steve didn't like to beat around the bush (so to speak). He liked to dive right into things, get them done. But, certain moments he liked to savor. So when he knelt down between Tom's legs and started unzipping him, he wasn't thinking about that new clerk causing trouble from within the oh-so-hallowed halls of the Globe. He wasn't thinking about the media at all, or about the cases he was working. He was thinking only about the boxers he was pulling aside, their crimson revealing pale flesh the size of a jumbo dog. Some men liked to keep their tumbleweeds, but these two had agreed long ago that it was tastier not to do that. So, like Steve, Tom shaved regularly.

It was this pale, shaved muscle that Steve started in on with his hand first. He ran his fingers up and down the shaft, slowly goading it into a hard piece of delicious man-wood. Even after it was getting hard, though, he kept stroking Tom's man-flesh. Finally, though, he couldn't stand it any longer. He slipped his lips over the tender head as Tom closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying the feel of Steve's sucking mouth on his long, hard cock. Steve was probably better at this than he was at his job – which was saying something. He knew how to heat a guy up and he was doing that now, sucking Tom very slowly, almost torturously. But it was doing the trick and then some.

So, when he started massaging Tom's balls, Tom was already moaning in pleasure. The wet sucking, the firm squeezing...these were the things he loved. He could feel his cock getting hotter and hotter, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier. His grunts and moans were growing louder as his boyfriend gave him his blow job. He couldn't wait to get Steve's own cock into his waiting mouth, run that tongue of his over...oh, god, how good Steve's tongue felt! No other feeling could have matched the one that Steve was giving Tom right at that moment.

As he started to squirm, Steve pulled Tom's pants down a little. One hand still massaging Tom's sac, Steve's other hand went down Tom's shorts and started feeling his crack. After a few seconds, he inserted a finger into Tom's ass and started fucking him; then there were two fingers in there, and Tom was about ready to pop. With one last long suck, Steve's head came up and a stream of hot white cream shot out at his exposed neck. It hit his chin, too, as Tom shuddered and grunted. And when it was done, Steve started licking that gorgeous, glistening source of infinite pleasure clean. It almost made Tom cum again.

Then it was Tom's turn. Steve let his pants fall as Tom undid him and he straddled Tom in his armchair. Tom started sucking on Steve's balls like there was no tomorrow, unable to contain his eagerness to please and be pleased any longer. Steve watched him and pulled Tom's shirt off. He pinched Tom's nipples and smiled down at his little man-whore.

Bi the Way Ch. 02



Tom's tongue slid over the smooth flesh between his lips slowly, erotically playing upon the sensitive nerves that he knew he would have no trouble making dance. Dance they did, and Steve couldn't help but grab the back of Tom's armchair; his eyes closed, he put his other hand on Tom's head and played with his hair a little. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as his balls slipped from Tom's suckling. Tom ran his tongue slowly up and down the shaft of Steve's rock-hard cock, making Steven lean into him a little. Tom's hands ran up Steve's thighs and slipped around to cup Steve's buttocks; he dug his fingers into them as he finally slid his mouth all the way down his favorite toy. Steve groaned as Tom's mouth came back up, and then Tom was sliding down Steve again. His tongue worked the shaft just as much as his lips did, that perfect suction tormenting Steve. He spent a few moments just working on the head, driving his lover wild, and squeezed Steve's balls a few time. Continuing to massage that dark, hairless flesh as he again dropped his head, Tom sucked long and hard on ten inches of pale meat. When he pulled his mouth away, he tasted precum and smiled as he kissed his way down Steve's shaft.

"Yeah, baby," Steve whispered as Tom's tongue again made its way up Steve's shaft. "Just like that."

Steve had clearly forgotten that Tom didn't like being called "baby". Tom squeezed Steve's balls hard, making Steve grunt and grit his teeth. Steve, in retaliation, tightened his fist in Tom's hair. That was the end of it, however, as Tom continued massaging Steve's balls with one hand and his ass with the other. His mouth again descended upon the head, suckling it gently, before descending in full. He pushed Steve's cock all the way into his mouth, the head nearly making him gag, but he kissed the base of Steve's shaft with his lips wrapped around it as he squeezed his balls again. Then he slowly pulled his lips and tongue up Steve's shaved and worked his head once more. The next time he went down on Steve, he deep-throated the man's hard cock a second time. Again, he pulled up slowly. Again, he worked the head and the man's balls while digging the fingers of his other hand into Steve's ass. Finally, he deep throated it one last time.

Steve was about ready to blow now. His breathing had grown faster and shallower. He was rocking gently against Tom's mouth and gripping Tom's hair a little more tightly.

"Yes," Steve whispered through gritted teeth. "Yeah...yeah...nnn...god...uh, god....mmm."

When Tom deep-throated Steve a fourth time and squeezed his balls, Steve could no longer hold back. He blew his load right then and there, and Tom actually choked as the spray filled his throat. When he pulled away, Steve was almost panting. Tom kept swallowing more and more, and he gasped as well when he finally pulled away. Rather than licking his cock clean, however, Tom simply rubbed his chin and cheeks against that beautiful man-sword. He sucked up and down the shaft, licked the shaft, kissed and worked the head with his lips and tongue to keep the orgasm going. It was driving Steve wild, making him cum longer. When Steve could cum no more, he got to his feet and leaned over. He kissed Tom's cum-covered lips and stuck his tongue between them. Their tongues danced and played for a few moments before Steve finally broke the passionate kiss. Leading Tom over to the couch, he practically threw the man down. He wasn't done with Tom just yet - not by a long shot.

Straddling Tom, Steve kissed him for some time. Their bodies pressed together, their cocks dancing as they rested; both men finally caught their second wind. Then Steve turned Tom around to put him on his knees, and Tom put his hands on the back of the couch. Straddling him again, Steve slowly drove his cock between Tom's cheeks. When he was in, Steve started slowly driving his cock deep into Tom's ass and then pulling only far enough out to touch the bottom of his head. His hands ran up Tom's body as he fucked him. His fingers danced upon Tom's six-pack and his pecs. Then his fingers were twisting Tom's nipples, making Tom grunt and groan. Tom could not have been happier. The pain of his pinched and twisted nipples was nothing to the pleasure of having Steve's cock inside him, and Steve was kissing Tom's neck as well. During a particularly hard pinch, Steve sank his teeth into Tom's neck. Tom cried out a little but he did not complain as Steve left his mark upon him: a bruise that would probably last for several days. It was perhaps the most dangerous thing he could do, for it would lead to Tom trying to explain things to his partner the next day - or trying to not explain things, rather. Tom did almost say something but he thought better of it. He would address the issue when they were done.

Another slow thrust drove the hickey completely out of Tom's mind, and Steve continued kissing Tom's neck. It was almost as though he were apologizing while simultaneously telling Tom that he belonged to Steve. Tom felt Steve's teeth on his neck again just a few moments later, and Steve was moving faster now. He tried to tell Steve to stop but Steve didn't listen; in his defense, Tom hadn't put much conviction behind it. Perhaps that was because Steve's thrusts into Tom's ass were quickening and becoming more forceful. Tom's grunts turned into moans as his own cock started to tingle. Still tweaking Tom's nipples and grazing Tom's chest with the fingers of one hand, Steve let his other hand drop to Tom's balls. He squeezed that beautiful sack again and again as he fucked him, and he started using his teeth on Tom's shoulder. Tom's cock was getting hotter and hotter as he felt those teeth upon his shoulder, his nipples crying out, and that long shaft sliding up and down inside him. Soon, he wasn't even moaning. He was just breath really heavily. He finally grunted as Steve brought him to the brink and violently threw him over. Steve's hand reached down as soon as he realized what was about to happen, and he started stroking Tom's cock. When Tom finally exploded, Steve's hand was quickly covered in semen. He didn't stop stroking Tom's cock, however, nor did he stop squeezing his balls or fucking him hard. His teeth dug in even deeper, giving Tom a third bruise.

Tom's orgasm lasted even longer than Steve's, and he was laughing when he was done. Steve licked his hand clean and sat down on the couch. With Tom watching, Steve spread the excess cum on his cock and started stroking himself furiously. He was soon cumming all over his own chest, and Steve got down to eat it. Steve laid himself out upon the couch and Tom positioned himself over it. His still-hard cock was quickly taken into Steve's waiting mouth as he descended upon Steve's cock. They licked and sucked each other's cocks, making one another squirm and jump as their sensitivities cried out. Soon, however, they were settling into a steady rhythm. Tom supported himself with his hands but Steve's hands were clawing at Tom's ass. He was soon sticking two fingers into Tom's hole, and Tom returned the favor as he resorted to just supporting himself with one arm. The sucked and fucked one another until they were both moaning in pleasure, and that only made them suck one another's cocks harder and faster. Soon, they were sucking and fucking with reckless abandon. When they exploded, it was together. Both of them filled their throats with cum and swallowed as much of it as they could. They pushed their perfectly coordinated orgasms to the limit.

When they could cum no more and there was little left to clean up, Tom laid himself down upon Steve. Steve put his arm around Tom. After they had begun to catch their breath, Tom finally spoke.

"Dammit, Steve," he said breathlessly, "I told you not to leave any marks."

Steve said nothing. When he could finally think straight, he began to wonder how long he could keep up this charade. In a way, it was hilarious. The bitch he'd screwed a few months previous had completely left his mind. He was thinking about his most recent lay and the fact that he was fucking the cop investigating their cases. He started laughing aloud as he picked up Tom's cigar from earlier. He lit it and tossed the lighter back upon the table. Tom thought he was laughing because of the sheer pleasure of their fun together. Really, Steve was laughing because the whole situation was completely fucked-up and wonderfully exciting at the same time.

Yeah...things were definitely balanced on the head of a pin.