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outline of Banter’s erection, and echoed the smile.

    “Can I return the favor? You look like you’re in great need by the size of that cock outline.”

    “You don’t have to, you know?”

    “Oh, I know that. But actually, I’ve kinda had a crush on you, and I’ve thought about what it would be like to suck your cock, as well as do other things to you.”

    Banter smiled, pulled down his zipper, and popped the button on his jeans so that all Maxwell had to do was pull down his underwear a bit and pull his erection out to suck.

    It was Maxwell’s turn to slide back into the vent until he was even with a cock. He reached over and pulled the waistband of Banter’s underwear down and found a very fat cock that was about six inches long. He jacked it a few times and pulled Banter’s balls out so they hung down outside the underwear.

    Maxwell moved the shaft with his mouth until it reached an angle that he could go down on. He tasted the slightly salty flavor of the pre-cum that had been generated when Banter had sucked him off. As he slid down the thick cock, he had trouble taking much more than four inches into his mouth because it got wider the closer he got to the base. He began to suck hungrily at his partner’s ample cock, enjoying the taste and sensation of once more having a friend’s dick to give pleasure to. He flicked his tongue over the length of the shaft and then repaid Banter by tonguing Banter’s small globes. When his tongue slipped off the bottom of Banter’s balls and hit the taint, Banter bounced his head off the ceiling, making a loud bang.

    Maxwell dropped Banter’s cock and looked out to see if there was any cause for alarm. When Banter waved his hand for Maxwell to continue, he took Banter’s cock back into his mouth and sucked with determination. It was risky enough getting each other off like this, but to get fancy was not wise.

    After about two minutes of intense sucking and tonguing his partner’s cock, Maxwell heard Banter whisper, “I’m about to cum!”

    Like Banter, Maxwell liked taking the load down his throat, and he continued to suck for all he was worth. He was rewarded by a strong climax that he eagerly drank down, and when it stopped, he used his hand to milk the last drops out of Banter’s cock. When he was satisfied that Banter’s balls had been properly drained, he put his partner’s cock and balls back into his shorts and repaid the favor by zipping up his jeans.

    He slid back up to be even with Banter and smiled.

    “That was damn good, Devon, damn good, thank you.”

    “Thank you. I think we both feel better now, no?”

    “I feel fucking great. In fact, when we get off work, how about round two at the hotel room?” Banter asked.

    “Round two it is. We might also be able to explore other options as well.”

    Banter’s retort was cut short by the cell phone vibrating.

    “Maxwell here.” Maxwell listened to the voice on the other end. “Okay, get ready.” He hung up and said, “They think he’s on the way in.”

    Both men took up their automatic weapons and watched the entrance. The door opened, and a solitary man entered the store. He walked down the aisle right in front of where Maxwell and Banter were hiding. He walked along the back of the store, looking up each aisle as he went.

    “He’s gonna do it,” Banter said.

    “Gun!” Maxwell warned as the suspect pulled a gun out from his belt below his middle back.

    Maxwell texted the code 999 to the other unit, which told them to move in, as he watched the suspect point the gun at the manager and announce, “This is a holdup. Give me everything you have in the register and open the safe or die!”

    The manager did as he was told, throwing the money onto the counter. When he said, “The safe is on the floor” and dropped down, the marshals sprang into action.

    Banter punched the screen off their place of concealment, and they pointed two M-16s at the fugitive’s back.

    “US Marshals! Don’t move a muscle or you will die! Drop the weapon!”

    When the suspect saw two more marshals at the entrance, he swung around, thinking that the voices he had heard came from behind a row of merchandise. When he fired into the canned peaches, Banter and Maxwell opened up from above. The suspect was hit multiple times and went down. The other team came through the doors and secured the scene while Banter and Maxwell climbed down out of their hiding place.

    The suspect had been hit