‘I … I don’t know, Bruno,’ Jeffrey whined, fingering the rain-slick alley wall, his eyes jumping out into the street at the slightest noise. ‘I’m … I’m scared.’
The big cop in the trenchcoat grabbed the little grifter and spun him around. ‘We’re all scared, kid,’ he growled. His hardbitten face flashed in a blast of lightning. ‘The whole damn world’s scared. But we still gotta do what we gotta do.’
He slapped the young man’s cap away, exposing golden curls. He roughly fondled them, thick fingers twitching. Jeffrey’s eyes went wide and breathtakingly blue in the strobing sheets of electricity. Bruno gripped the golden curls and slammed his twisted mouth hard against Jeffrey’s young, soft mouth.
The two men, the big cop whose partner had been gunned down and the slender stoolie who’d witnessed the slaying, hungrily kissed one another in the thunder of the night, devouring each other’s mouths. Rain poured down out of a low-slung sky rent by ionized fireballs, the pair locked together.
‘I’m gonna blow you,’ Bruno grunted at last, breaking away from Jeffrey’s gasping mouth.
‘H … here?’ the young man gulped. This was all new to him – helping the cops, helping himself to the toughest cop on the toughest beat in the city.
But Bruno was already on his knees on the slippery alley floor, tearing Jeffrey’s belt loose, the zipper on his jeans down. He pulled the petty crook’s cock out into the open, hard and yearning; the smoothest, arrow-straightest erection he’d ever laid eyes, or hands, on.
‘Please, suck me!’ Jeffrey urged, in deep, and wanting to go deeper.
Bruno bared his teeth and bit into Jeffrey’s meaty hood. The blond vibrated in his mouth. He encircled Jeffrey’s shaft with his trigger-finger and thumb and stroked smooth-as-silk for a rough man, chewing on the kid’s cockhead.
Then he consumed the bulbous cap and pushed his lips down the throbbing shaft, started sucking on the young man’s cock. Jeffrey groaned, knocking the kneeling man’s hat off and digging his fingers into the dark tangle of hair, riding Bruno’s obscenely bobbing head with his desperate hands.
The cop clutched Jeffrey’s trembling butt cheeks and power-sucked prick, quick and hard, rocking the whimpering young man. He sucked right down to the blond balls and back up again, over and over, thunder booming and lightning crackling, black rain drenching everything. Until Jeffrey just couldn’t take the cop’s oral interrogation any more. He pushed Bruno back.
‘I’m gonna fuck you,’ Bruno rasped, yanking Jeffrey’s jeans all the way down. He wheezed to his feet, spun the kid around, forcing him to assume the position against the wall. ‘Then you’re gonna tell me everything you know, about the shooting.’
Jeffrey jerked his head up and down, as Bruno unbelted himself, unholstered his back-up gun. He regarded the blond’s downy, water-dappled cheeks in the lightning light for a moment, then spread ass with one hand and plugged his rod into the kid’s gloryhole with the other.
Jeffrey moaned, clawing at the slippery brick, the cop’s hard cock plunging deep into his ass. Bruno started thrusting his powerful hips, fucking Jeffrey’s tight anus, nailing the little snitch to the wall the best way a cop can.
‘Pumpin’ the kid for information, huh, Bruno?’ a voice sneered from the sidewalk.
The two men jerked their heads around. Clyde Denton, boss of the Fifth District wrecking crew, killer of Bruno Zaccardi’s partner, grinned at the overexposed pair.
Bruno slid his meat back out of Jeffrey’s stretched chute, just far enough so that his bloated cap occupied a tight, sweet spot in between the kid’s taut cheeks. ‘There’s enough here for two men, Clyde,’ the big cop growled. Over Jeffrey’s hysterical squeal of protest … and that annoying knocking sound in the background.
I hit “pause” on the remote, listened. Yup, that knocking wasn’t coming from the soundtrack of The Big Squeal, the x-rated film noir DVD I had playing. It was coming from my own door.
I angrily tucked my hard-on back into my bathrobe, cursing the interruption. The big climax – and mine – were only ten short, stroked minutes away. I rolled off the bed and padded out of the bedroom and down the hall, squinted into the peephole.
Someone was out there in the hallway, all right, with their back to the door. Dressed in a grey fedora and trenchcoat, of all get-ups. I blinked my peeper, wondering if maybe my mind’s eye was still back there in that dark digital alley-sex scene.
But no, the someone was still out there in the hallway in that old-fashioned costume. I cracked the door open, chain-width. ‘Yes?’
The doorknocker turned around, and I saw it was a man. A brown-eyed man with a Roman nose and a cleft chin and thick, red lips, black hair streaming out from under the edges of his pushed-back fedora. ‘Aubrey Fleinkins?’ he asked, in a voice deep and gravelley.
I went weak in the knees. ‘Y … yes?’
‘I have to talk to you. I need your help. I’m in trouble.’
I swallowed, hard. The guy was built like he’d have no trouble handling any kind of trouble that came his way. He looked deep into my eyes and asked, ‘Can I come in?’
And my good sense melted away in the warm, brown spotlights. I fumbled the door open and the tall, dark, ruggedly handsome stranger strolled past me and inside my apartment.
He walked over to one of the bookshelves in the living room, ran his long fingers over the spines of the many noir paperbacks I’ve collected. Then he wandered on over into the kitchen, briefly touching the half-eaten 86% cocoa Noir de Noir chocolate bar I’d left on the table, next to my dirty Noir Collection dinnerware set and coffee cup half full of Café Noir coffee. Getting the impression, no doubt, that I had a bit of a noir fetish.
He strode up to me, caught me by the shoulders. ‘I need your help, Aubrey – desperately.’
I gulped. He really did look like Clive Owen up close. His strong, warm hands on my skinny arms flooded me with heat. ‘R … really? My help?’
‘You work for the police department, don’t you?’ He licked his lips with a quick, pink tongue. ‘I need … I need you to do something for me.’
Thunder exploded outside in the night, lightning arcing across dark, rain-swollen clouds. I’d forgotten to close the drapes on the sliding doors to the balcony again.
‘Um, I’m o … only a civilian employee with the Department. I really don’t have much pull.’ What did he want? What had he done? My mind raced along with my pulse.
His fingers dug into my arms, eyes searching mine. ‘You’re my only hope,’ he breathed. ‘You can call me … Danger.’
We stared at one another, the blood running hot in my veins, cock pumping up hard again under my robe. His warm breath steamed into my face, his warm hands pressing into my flesh. Thunder peeled another warning from just outside, rain slashing down now, rattling urgently against the windows. As the man code-named Danger slowly moved his head closer, his eyes shining, lips parting … mouth pressing into mine.
He kissed me soft and sweet and sensual. And I tingled all over, head spinning, cock vibrating. This man is dangerous, I vaguely thought; a walking, talking, lip-smacking embodiment of all those black and white noir fantasies come to blazing, Technicolor life. I should run, I should hide, I shouldn’t take any chances – as usual.
But I didn’t run. I didn’t move, not an inch. Instead, I let the stranger named Danger kiss me right on the lips right in my own home, seize me in his powerful arms and press his trenchcoated hard-on against my bathrobed hard-on. It was dizzy and delightful, his wet lips moving against mine, his long arms clasping me tight. I’d known the guy only two brief, breathless minutes and already I knew I’d do anything for him, steal any file or tamper with any evidence he asked. So long as he kept me safe and warm in his magnificent arms and lips.
His tongue glided into my mouth and bumped into my tongue. I gasped. Then tentatively, weakly moved my tongue, as he boldly coiled his slippery snake around my sticker. My face and body burned.
His hands drifted up to my neck, slid under my bathrobe, onto the tingling naked flesh of my shoulders. He pushed the fluffy, white cotton away and the bathrobe parted at my chest, his bare hands caressing my bare skin, his tongue swirling around my tongue. I was powerless to resist, my heart singing with an electricity that came not from the sky, but from the rugged man’s hands and mouth, the heated closeness of his hard body.
He gathered up my panting tongue into his mouth and gently sucked on it, his big, hairy hands sliding over my pale little chest, brushing straining pink nipples. I groaned, and his nimble fingers danced with my hardened buds, tweaking, rolling, pinching, as he sucked and sucked on my outstretched tongue. A clap of thunder sounded, but I hardly heard it, the blood pounding in my ears and dick. I shimmered with a wicked, all-encompassing eroticism the likes of which I’d never felt before.
Then Danger suddenly pulled back, leaving me and my tongue dangling. He stripped off his fedora and spun it away, shook out his night-shaded hair. My throat went dry as Bogie’s wit. He unbelted his trenchcoat, unbuttoned it, pulled it back off his span of shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I croaked like a patsy fed a lead pill. The man was utterly, totally, gloriously nude.
Soft, black fur covered his broad, mounded chest, nipples peeking out pinkly erect. His stomach was flat and ribbed, waist drawn in enough to do any wasp proud. My astonished, unblinking eyes drifted lower, into the black, matted pubes of his groin, up and along the huge, rigid length of his upraised cock.
I blinked. The man’s rod was long-barrelled and vein-threaded, cocked head outrageously mushroomed, heavy double-shot sack hanging tight underneath. I sucked oxygen into my starved lungs, barely comprehending that he had reached out and unlashed my robe, unveiling my own not-unimpressive erection.
The robe cascaded to the floor, and the mystery man pushed his hips forward so that his cap kissed up against my cap. I shuddered, drool forming in the corners of my mouth like rain in the gutters outside.
‘You’ll help me, won’t you?’ Danger spoke to me. ‘If I help you.’
I jerked my head up and down. And his big cock pushed my big cock back and up until the two hot pisstols were pulsing heatedly against one another, Danger hugging me close again. We kissed, frenched, our naked bodies melding together, cocks embracing skin-to-foreskin.
He licked my neck, bit into my bobbing Adam’s apple. And then his tongue travelled lower, his hot, humid breath staining my skin, our cocks parting company. He gripped my waist and tongue-flicked a nipple, then the other. I shook in his hands, like the building in the raging storm. He sealed his lips around an achingly-hard bud and sucked on it, tugged it almost right off my heaving chest in his ardour. Then he sucked on my other nipple, bit into it, sending me and my cock soaring.
He painted a wet, fiery trail down off my chest and onto my stomach, into my bellybutton, all over my abdomen. I quivered as if struck by lightning, as he sank to his knees in the shag and breathed all over my straining prick, teasing me hard and brittle enough to break in two.
‘I’ll do anything you ask!’ I gushed, just as he pulled my twitching hood into the warm, wet vacuum of his mouth.
I plunged my fingers into his silky hair and took hold, Danger sucking on my cap, swabbing his tongue back and forth across the sensitive underside of my shaft. Before slowly and exquisitely sliding his lips down, down my boiling cock, engulfing me in my throbbing entirety.
‘God!’ I moaned, his nose pressing into my blond pubes. I was cock-locked-down vice-tight and sponge-wet in the mouth and throat of Danger.
He looked up at me staring down at him. My iron rod had disappeared, the only evidence of its fire-forged existence the bulging cheeks and swollen throat of the man on the floor. Breath hissed out of his flared nostrils, bathing my groin. I felt high enough to float through the low-hanging clouds and kiss the smiling sun on the other side of the world, the only things anchoring my physical body to the physical earth my hands in his hair and his mouth on my cock.
Then he pulled back, and we both blew air and saliva. He teased the dripping tip of my pulsating cock with his tongue, before downing me whole again. Clamping me tight for a breathtaking second, and then pulling back, again and again, deep-sucking me into sexual oblivion.
I jumped each and every time my dick hit the back of his throat and beyond, riding his relentlessly bobbing head with my sweaty hands. Lightning crashed and thunder rolled, and my chin-struck balls boiled out of control. Which is exactly when Danger pulled back for good, his fingers fondling my sack sensing the tremoring, perhaps.
He climbed to his feet and kissed me, smearing some of my precome onto my trembling lips. ‘I need to fuck you,’ he growled, eyes gleaming. ‘To seal our deal. Make you mine.’
He didn’t wait for a reply, grasping my spit-slickened dong and towing me over to the sliding doors and out onto the balcony. The rain washed over my body in a wave, cooling me down not a bit. The maneater released my cock and pushed me forward, so that I was gripping the slippery iron railing that surrounded the 20th storey concrete pad. Danger was in behind me; and in front of me, as well. I stared out into the rain-silvered gulf of the night, at the throbbing, twinkling city far below. The unknown man I’d known for less than ten blowtorch minutes could’ve easily sent me sailing off into the inky soup with a shove, without so much as a whimper from me. But he grasped my bent waist with one hand and slapped my bare ass with the other, instead. Jolting me up onto my toes.
I did whimper, as he smacked my wettened cheeks around, taking ownership of my ass. And he must’ve been concealing a packet of lube in his trenchcoat along with his rod, because he suddenly greased up my crack with something more than just rainwater. I shivered at the touch of his fingers on my gloryhole, shuddered when he replaced warm fingers with hot, hard cock, slipping his meat in between my quivering cheeks.
‘Fuck me!’ I cried, wanting it worse than ever before. Like in the sizzling sex scene in The Big Squeal, wet and wild and oh-so-wicked.
Danger plowed into my pucker, his battering-ram hood bursting through and driving deep into my anus. I arched my back and tilted my head back and let out a silent scream, white-knuckling the railing. As the man’s muscled thighs banged up against my buttocks, cock full-length embedded in my chute.
He dug his fingernails into my waist and powered up his hips, sliding his heavy dong back and forth in my gripping ass. The wet-hot friction was incredible, the feeling of overfullness earth-shattering. The railing shook like my arms and legs, and ass, as Danger pumped my butthole.
I rocked with the power of his passion, his cock surging inside me, my body blazing and brain going into meltdown. I’d never so much as nude sunbathed out on my balcony before, let alone got fucked silly by a perfect stranger out in the pouring rain. But I’d never agreed to violate the sanctity of my position with the Force before, either. These were dangerous, desperate times, calling for desperate measures. I tore a hand off the railing and grabbed onto my flapping cock, started fisting for all I was worth.
Danger grabbed me by the shoulders and jerked me almost upright, frenziedly churning my chute, fast-fucking my anus. As I frantically tugged on my numb-hard prick. The lightning-lit sky exploded with thunder that still failed to drown out the sharp, searing smacking of one man’s flying thighs against one man’s gyrating cheeks.
‘I’m coming!’ Danger cried.
‘Me too!’ I wailed, jerking like mad.
Jism exploded out of my jacked-up cock, an orgasm more cataclysmic and complete than I’d ever experienced obliterating my body and mind, the big man pounding me into blessed oblivion. I danced around on the wet concrete on the end of Danger’s wildly pistoning cock, blissfully aware of his own hot semen splashing up against my bowels.
It took a sweet, long time to wring ourselves and our dicks out. Danger finally eased out of my battered ass, and I almost collapsed down into nothing, unbelievably empty. But he held me up, pressing his soft cock into my soft cheeks and kissing my neck.
‘I live in the apartment directly below yours,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘And I actually came up here to complain about you playing your television so loud. See, I’ve been hearing The Big Squeal for the past three nights, and I’m getting kind of sick of it.’ I spun around in his arms. ‘But … but what about your story about …?’
He grinned. ‘I just made that up. I’d seen you move in and liked what I saw, so instead of yelling at you about the TV, I thought I’d play a little noir game that might appeal to you and your tastes … and mine.’
I gave my head a shake. ‘But how did you know I worked for the police department? There isn’t any evidence or files you want me to destroy?’
He reached out and tickled my balls, gave my cock a friendly squeeze. ‘I saw the police parking tag on your car.’ He shrugged. ‘I guess there are a few parking tickets I wouldn’t mind seeing disappear.’
I turned and wrapped the big man’s strong arms around me again, grinning. Boldly facing the naked city nude, lewd, and thoroughly-screwed. After all he’d done for me, I could certainly arrange something for him, all right.