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The trial concluded. It was a cloudy day. August something. Early 2000s.
“Will the defendant please rise,” the clerk of court half-asked, half-instructed.
Corporal Efren Lockridge stood up. He was flanked by his lawyer and his attorney’s interm..
“In the case of the Government versus Efren Lockridge how does the jury find?”
The foreperson spoke slowly. “Guilty.”
“Is this unanimous,” asked federal district court Judge Linda Smart.
“Yes ma’am! It is,” the white juror stated.
“Mr. Lockridge. You have been found guilty. You are hereby remanded to custody until the court issues sentencing.”
She tapped the gavel.
Efren was a dirty cop. He spent a week waiting for his sentence. He was charged in a sting operation that brought down eight Black law enforcement officers.
Efren had committed a series of crimes during his tenure with the City Police Department. Many were victimless.
The five-foot-ten, honey-colored man had been the recipient of free drinks and meals at several restaurants around the metropolis. It was something most restaurateurs did in order to keep riff-raff and nonsense to a minimum. He also withheld evidence in a couple of cases he felt were wrongly going after young Black men.
Efren had participated in shakedowns. He had accepted money from people he knew had committed crimes in exchange for not arresting them.
None of that landed him here. He was on trial for accepting bribes that enabled a ghetto mafia to operate within the municipality.
Thankfully, Efren had a good lawyer.
Jimmy Don Crouch was a sneaky son-of-a-bitch. He grew up in the country and finagled his way to an academic scholarship at Middle Tennessee State University. He got a degree in math education. He started teaching in Kentucky. He went to law school at night at the Salmon P. Chase College of Law which was affiliated with the Cincinnati YMCA back then. He knuckled and clawed his way into a decent criminal defense practice. He was on retainer for a number of unions, gangs, and various wealthy white collar thugs.
Jimmy Don made kaçak bahis sure his client got as a good a deal as possible. Jimmy Don did not care about any color except green. He lived with his fourth wife, Amy. She was 22 years younger and had a tight ass and big fake tits Jimmy Don paid for.
Sentencing rolled around and Judge Smart decreed that Efren would be remanded to the federal Bureau of Prisons for 18 months.
Efren served out his sentence in a minimum security institution. During this time, his wife divorced him.
Upon his release, Efren traveled back to his c***dhood home. He was the one that got away from the rural, agrarian town. Now, he was back. He moved in with his mother.
Fannie Lockridge raised four k**s. Efren was her oldest. She was widowed. Her small split-level house was now home to her, her granddaughter, her great grandson, Gianni. She welcomed Efren back with no conditions.
Fannie and her deceased husband, Dwight, built a decent life. Dwight worked as a machinist at a plant. She was a lunch lady at a school cafeteria.
Dwight and Fannie put a ton of effort into their oldest c***d, Efren. They made sure he got the best of everything he wanted and sent him to Tennessee State. Efren majored in sociology. Then he moved a little north and got hired by the CPD.
Dwight was also a Black nationalist who got assassinated by a mob of angry white men with shotguns. Dwight was in the process of building an empire, but it was cut short. The traumatic death affected all of his k**s in different ways.
Fannie’s other son and one of her daughters were in jail. The last girl was living in Connecticut. She was a professor of modern languages at the University of New Haven.
Efren was living in the lower level of the house. Fannie accepted him freely.
Efren went about the work of repairing things that were in dire need around the house. One night, he woke up after drinking a bunch of gin. There was something rubbing against his meaty, 9-inch cock.
Efren willed himself to wake up. It was summer 2005. He realized it kaçak iddaa was his great-nephew, Gianni. The boy who was going to the third grade the next year had been flirting with him. And, now the vixen was in the bed.
“What the hell,” Efren barked.
“I just wanna be next to you,” the minor advised.
“Huh?”
“I wanna be with you, Uncle Efren.”
“How do you mean?”
“Like this,” the soft, supple boy said.
Gianni grabbed Efren’s dick. He had already put a glob of petroleum jelly in his tight little butt hole.
Efren was not sure. Gianni twerked his supple, teensy, peanut-sized booty.
“Put in me, Unc,” whined Giannai
“I don’t know,” the man whispered in an apprehensive tone.
“It’s okay! I’m not gonna tell.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll be a good a boy. Please put it in me.”
Efren had no idea what was transpiring, but he wanted to fuck.
Efren slid his veiny, girthy cock into the small booty. The asshole was tight and warm.
“Oh shit,” remarked the grown man. “We ought not be doing this.”
“It’s okay,” the sweet, chocolate little one said. “I’m not gonna tell.”
“You promise, Gianni?”
“I promise Uncle Efren.”
“This pussy feels good, baby boi!”
“Your big grown man dick is so huge. It’s stretching my hole.”
“Yeah,” grunted the then 29 year-old.
“Fuck me! Fuck me good with that big dick, Uncle Efren.”
“I’m goin’ to hell for this!”
Efren pushed harder into his niece’s son.
The boi was a sissy ass lightweight who seemed to have been born to get fucked. His dark skin was flawless and had a silvery undertone. Gianni had princely almond-shaped, light-brown eyes. His tinky winky ass was a bubble. He lisped when he talked. His lips were juicy and looked like a Cupid’s bow.
Efren rammed hard and slow. “Damn! This pussy is tight.”
“You like that Unc?”
“I do, but I don’t think I should.”
“Yes you should, Uncle Efren. It belongs to you!”
“Do it?”
“Yes, sir,” Gianni remarked as he threw back his young booty.
Efren’s dick exploded.
The next day he saw Gianni whispering to his niece. Efren was scared the jig was up. Afterwards, Lisa exclaimed. “Gianni is güvenilir bahis going to be a school ambassador!”
The man breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s great,” he said.
That night, Gianni snuck back down to Efren’s lair.
Efren slid back into the tight, brown hole. “Take this dick, baby boi!”
“Yes, sir! I love this big grown man dick,” wailed Gianni.
“You do?”
“Yes, sir! It’s feels so good in my pussy.”
From then on, Efren and Gianni fucked constantly.
In the autumn of 2007, Efren’s niece, Gianni’s mother, Lisa was arrested on charges of d**g trafficking. She was summarily convicted and sentenced to time in prison.
Fannie sat at the dinette table in the kitchen. Efren walked in.
“What’s wrong, ma,” Efren asked.
“I just don’t know what to do,” lamented the woman.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“I just got so much to do. I can’t take it.”
“Momma! Calm down. I’ll fix it.”
Efren filed a petition for guardianship of Gianni. He was now responsible for the ward’s well-being. He fucked the soft sissy at every chance. He started feeding his great-nephew pills – estrogen and testosterone blockers.
Unfortunately, Fannie Lockridge passed away in 2010. The funeral was nice. Efren paid for it all. He even got his brother, sister, and niece waivers from prison to attend the services.
Efren fucked Gianni over and over.
Efren Lockridge built a business, He owned three fouplexes.
Efren took Gianni to Key West in 2016. Their vacation was super fun.
The sexy, older man remembered back when he would see Gianni.
The cute pussyboi would be out back playing. Efren always watched the pussyboi.
Efren decided to wrap up the vacation with a nice beach wedding.
“I wanna marry you,” Efren said.
“I wanna marry you too!”
“I planned us a wedding.”
“Really,” asked Gianni.”
Efren gave Giannit a slim fit was slim fit suit.
Efren wrote his own vows, He told his younger great nephew he wanted to fuck him.
Back in the hotel room, Efren fuckef the shit out of Gianni. He had Gianni in missionary position.
“Fuck my faggot ass, Unc,” screamed Gianni.
“Yeah, bitch! Take this dick!”
“You like like it?”
Yes, sir!”
Efren was in love with the bottom boy. He made love to him every day.
Gianni started doing nasty things to him.
Efren and Gianni kept fucking. Now, the were going at it constantly.
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