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Subject: Big Neighbor Men Series – Chapter 4: Neighbor Cop, Pt. 7 Please donate to Nifty. Any amount helps. Keep this site and the availability of the wealth of erotic material free as the volume of stories increases and the cost to maintain it does as well. ************************************************************************ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author’s imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. 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In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. ————————————————————————– Big Neighbor Men Series – Chapter 4 Neighbor Cop, Pt. 7 The walk to the football field was filled with thoughts of Mr. Masterson…the rich salty taste of his cum, the musky humid scent of him, huge thick uncut cock and heavy balls, his dark brooding handsome bearded face, and how small I felt next to the much larger height and breadth of his tall muscular hairy frame. Part of me was tempted to stray off into the woods to beat off. I was so deep into what was running through my mind, though, I just kept walking in my distracted state. I was aware my prick was tenting my shorts out straight in front of me without the restriction of underwear. There was little reason for anyone to drive the road without an event at the football field, though, and no one came along. The thought slipped into my mind that I could probably strip down to just my shoes and socks without anyone ever seeing me as I walked. The thought was pushed away as quickly as it came with that of Masterson’s crotch in my face and fat uncut cock thrusting into my mouth. My steps slowed as I saw a white truck parked at an angle that disregarded the painted lines of the parking spaces next to the entrance of the field. The distance closed and soon I was peering through the window of the truck’s crew-cab to find receipts, lists, and itemized forms piled in the passenger seat. My prick had relaxed to about half mast in my curiosity about the truck as I’d neared it and, clearly, it belonged to a man. I’d begun finding there were men who, for whatever reasons of their own, had sexual interest in me even in our small town. My previously deflating prick began rising once again at the prospect of who I might run into once I entered the field. My eyes searched the bleachers, the track, the concession stand, the field, and its grounds. Nothing. No one. My eyes fell on the announcer’s booth and caught the open door. Stepping away from the truck, my legs took me past the gate and across the field. I slowly started up the steps of the bleachers below the announcer’s booth. A tingling in my balls rose up to spread nervously through my stomach. Anyone could be inside. I didn’t know what kind of vehicle Mr. Blasingame drove, so the truck didn’t necessarily mean it belonged to him. Reaching the open door, I found the warm summer air laced heavily with the masculine smell of woodsy male sweat, body hair, and testosterone. As my view rounded the doorway, my eyes fell on an open toolbox with a pair of tan pants and a button-up shirt tossed across one end of it. A big pair of work boots with socks draped over the tops sat beside it all. I stepped into the doorway. Mr. Blasingame straightened up and turned to beam a mile-wide smile over me. “I hoped you’d show up.” Deep blue eyes under heavy brows dropped to his own nearly naked body, then lifted to meet mine. The outer corners crinkled with his smile. “Obviously.” Any words I might have responded with were lost as I took in the sight of him. Handsome chiseled face, squinting deep blue eyes, full wide mustache, long rangy physique so much taller than my own, strong athletic muscle, tan skin, and all that curly golden brown hair accentuating every line of him. “I’ve pretty much had a constant hard-on since you ran into me at the post office…” He broke the silence extending between us and reached down to skin the thin white boxers from his tan muscular legs. Nine fat inches of hard lumbering cock slapped up into the air in front of him when he rose back up to his full height. He looked down to step out of the boxers and kick them over to his boots. Only his eyes looked up. “You comin’ inside?” My prick was so hard, it felt like it would break if I touched it. My feet carried me slowly slowly through the door into the shadows of the unlit booth, my eyes welded onto the thick heavy cock jutting out in front of the tall muscular man. “How about at least sayin’, hello?” Mr. Blasingame chuckled. “Jesus….” It was all I could get out. “You make me feel good in more ways than one.” He leaned over me and pulled off my t-shirt. “It’s hot in here.” I stepped out of my shorts as he pulled those off, too, tossing both onto the pile of his own clothes. He pulled me into him. I found my face buried in thick damp chest hair, the scent of sweat, hair, and man filled my lungs. Mr. Blasingame’s huge thick hard cock pressed a deep valley erotically into the soft skin of my stomach upward toward my chest. He ground his tall rugged body against mine and closed his densely haired thighs to trap my hard prick between them. Everything became too much for me when my prick slid in and out inside the grip of Mr. Blasingame’s damp muscular thighs. All the thick curling hair there tangled and pulled against the soft skin of my prick and the ultra-sensitive head. I buckled inside his strong arms, shuddered, and gasped repeatedly, my prick jerking and spraying my young load into the hairy confinement of the big man’s strong hairy legs. The fat cock pressing commandingly into my stomach, the strong musky scent flooding my chest, and the bristly hair rasping into my skin everywhere my body fit tightly against his left my excitement and hard-on rising ever further than before I shot my load. A long deep groan rumbled through the chest where my head lay. I found myself eased backward, the back of my knees hitting the seat of one of the few folding metal chairs scattered about the room. I sunk down as Mr. Blasingame’s steps carried his tall strong rangy body slowly with me without breaking contact. My face slid down his taut hairy stomach until it met the forest of hair at his crotch and the fat swollen pillar of male pride straining powerfully outward. The scent of him deepened into that deeper musk of big hairy cum-filled balls and thick heavy cock trapped inside pants all day. He eased back, slowly dragging his incredibly thick nine-inch cock down my forehead, past my eyes and nose, down to my lips that parted to take him inside. He pressed forward. The broad spongy head slid through, the pulpy firm flesh sent jolts careening up through my brain. The length of him began sliding across my tongue, my tongue curving along the powerful tube running from just behind the wide head down to the base. Either the last glob of cum from what I’d shot between the man’s strong hairy thighs or a stream of new pre-cum surged up through my prick and flowed down the underside to drip from my small smooth tight balls. Eyes that had drifted closed registered a flash of bright light. Then, Mr. Blasingame’s big cock was yanked from within my hungering mouth as he suddenly stumbled backward. The heated air in the small room went icy cold and my eyes turned upward to find shock and fear etching Mr. Blasingame’s handsome face and widened eyes. “Well, well,” Mr. Masterson’s deep voice thundered into me from behind. “won’t that make a nice picture for the front page of the paper?” I turned to find him leaning one shoulder of his massive frame against the doorway, legs crossed at the ankles and thick hard cock making a vulgar bulge across the leg of his uniform pants. Mr. Blasingame remained paralyzed and his mouth gaped open in shock. “He may technically be of legal age, Blasingame, but I do have t’ wonder how your wife, kids, and the town would react t’ you taking advantage of young boy…” “Hey! You took advantage of me, too!” I spat out, furious that he was threatening a man who’d been much nicer and thoughtful toward me. “Ohhhhhhh, now, now, there, Tommy.” He unfolded his body and slowly stepped toward me. Ruffling my hair with sarcastic affection, he continued. “Where’s the evidence?” “I mean, is there anything t’ say that’s not just a baseless mean-spirited attack on an authority figure? Just somethin’ you made up t’ get back at me for catching you in-fla-grante de-lec-to?” Mr. Masterson enunciated the last two words slowly and lewdly. “Anything like, say, this?” He hauled his broad muscular hulking physique lazily upright and dipped his head and eyes down his phone as a low amused pursaklar escort chuckle rumbled up from his big boulder-like chest. Several slow dismissive steps brought him to stand between Mr. Blasingame and me where he turned his phone for both of us to see. There on the screen in high detail was both of us naked with Mr. Blasingame’s thick cock half buried in my mouth. “Hmmmm, Blasingame…” Mr. Masterson turned and wrapped a big paw of a hand around the seven thick inches of Mr. Blasingame’s now flaccid cock. “You sure got nothin’ t’ be ashamed of in the meat department. No wonder the kid likes what’s hangin’ heavy between your legs.” Mr. Blasingame came out of his paralysis, his hand shooting out for Mr. Masterson’s phone. “You bastard!” “Uh uhhhhh….” Masterson easily blocked the attempt and stowed his phone in an intricately locked phone holster on his belt. “I’m afraid that’s official police evidence.” “Masterson, I swear t’ god I’ll…” “Three words, Blasingame…wife and kids.” Mr. Masterson sighed with arrogance in having the upper hand. “You’ll do nothin’ but what I tell ya.” With that, Mr. Masterson reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you…?” Mr. Blasingame’s confused voice trailed off. Mr. Masterson’s familiar body came more and more into view, the big overgrown muscle and thick dense forest of wiry black body hair. With an air of smug confidence, he pulled the tails of his uniform shirt from his pants and began to slowly open his belt. Mr. Blasingame remained silent, a sliver of begrudging interest flitting across his eyes. Mr. Masterson then unsnapped the waistband and huge hands slid the zipper down before shoving his uniform pants halfway down the coarse black hair coating his thighs. With about two if its ten inches still inside, Mr. Masterson reached in and hauled the ten inches of four inch wide uncut brutish cock out to sway domineeringly out in front of him. “On your knees, Blasingame. Let’s get you n’ the boy on the same level here…even the playin’ field as they say.” Mr. Masterson’s voice deceptively low and patronizing. Defeat sat heavily on Mr. Blasingame’s handsome face mixed with a hint of something else I couldn’t define. He lowered his tall tan body to rest his knees on the floor while his eyes rose to mine in a look of something like apology. “Closer, son, I wanna feel your hot breath on that fat cock in front of ya.” Mr. Masterson shot a huge paw of a hand into Mr. Blasingame’s thick dark brown hair sun-streaked with blond. Deep sapphire-blue eyes slammed shut in a grimace of both slight pain and humiliation. The knees of long muscular hairy legs staggered through the puddle of discarded clothing cushioning the floor as Mr. Masterson pulled Mr. Blasingame forward until fat lumbering uncut veiny cock pressed heavily across the handsome man’s nose. “Suck it, Blasingame. N’, don’t make me tell you twice.” Mr. Masterson growled threateningly as he tightened his fist in Mr. Blasingame’s thick soft hair. “You, too, boy. Get over here n’ help your secret friend here out.” I leaned forward watching Mr. Blasingame beginning to slide his lips and tongue across the heavy bulk of the massive cock in front of both of us. Anger and resentment for the imposing bear of a man wielding that towering fat mule-dick faded in the haze of heat and hunger spreading through me. My eyes drifted closed in the sharp jolt of electricity that shot up the backs of my legs as my mouth met the mammoth adult male meat jutting proudly in front of me. My own prick that had deflated in terror earlier began thickening and lengthening. My nose bumped against Mr. Blasingame’s, our lips grazed, and our tongues flicked over each others as we licked, swabbed, and stroked Mr. Masterson’s hard thick uncut cock with our mouths. The fat veiny brute in front of us flexed and jerked upward. Knowing what that meant, I raced my mouth up to the broad meaty head cowled in its thick enticing glove of dark golden skin. Shock flashed my eyes open when I slid my tongue out for the thick rich flow of precum I knew would follow only to find equally shocked deep blue eyes staring back at me. The promised stream of sweet salty cock cream bathed both our appreciatively lapping tongues as staring eyes drifted back to close in the rich masculine flavor drawn into our mouths. I found myself pushed back and down the side of the hulking beast in front me. The fist in Mr. Blasingame’s hair guided the fat pulsing brute into his mouth and toward the back of his throat. “Suck my balls, boy, while your other daddy sucks both your daddy’s cock.” Mr. Masterson’s voice was seventy-five percent growl and twenty-five rumbling purr. I angled myself in between tree-trunk thighs covered in an animalistic pelt of thick coarse black curling hair and above police uniform pants stretched taut across wide-spread knees. I looked at the big triple-A egg sized balls hanging over six inches below the massively broad base of the man’s titan cock. Leaning forward, I opened my mouth and reached out with my tongue. Thick curly hair tickled my nose, lips, and the top of my tongue. I sucked and tried to pull one heavy ball inside my mouth, careful not to cause any painful pressure in drawing it through lips stretched as wide as humanly possible. God, was there anything about this man that wasn’t huge, oversized, and demandingly masculine? My eyes unexpectedly rolled back in my head at the feeling of the man’s huge ball filling my mouth with its bloated size and thick coarse hair. My tongue explored and caressed with equal parts of hunger, awe, and worshipful appreciation. Even the man’s balls set my body on fire. A deep groan thundered above me at the same time as I felt Mr. Blasingame’s chin hit the top of my head from the back. One of Mr. Blasingame’s hands slapped at my shoulder while the other beat on Mr. Masterson’s opposite thigh. I could hear him gagging and protesting wildly, and realized Mr. Masterson had shoved his huge fat cock down Mr. Blasingame’s throat. “Keep that up and you’re gonna make me cum. The boy can tell ya, I can drown a man with the load in these goddamned balls.” The chin at the back of my head jerked backward, and I heard the gasping breaths as the hand furiously slapping my back stilled and relaxed. “Breathe fast son.” A loud gulp followed with a yell strangled by a the heavy girth of ten inch cock shoved deep into a desperate resisting throat cut through the air just before Mr. Blasingame’s chin hit the top of my head again. All the while, I sucked and tongued the fat hairy ball filling my mouth. The chin fell away. “Breathe.” A gulp and muffled yell was immediately followed by the chin hitting my head again. A rhythm began. Mr. Masterson fucked Mr. Blasingame’s throat while I lapped at his balls, now switching from one to the other, the fire inside me building higher and higher. Sounds of slurping, suctioning, and gasping accompanied whimpers of resistance, denial, need, and heat. My head had begun moving forward and backward with the thrusts of Mr. Masterson’s powerful hairy body. Solid square hips swung in a steady driving rhythm to plunge repeatedly into Mr. Blasingame’s abused throat. I continued slaving my mouth over his heavy rolling balls during the shift from merely forcing Mr. Blasingame’s throat on and off his huge throbbing cock to actively fucking the athletic man’s handsome face. “You two are gonna make me cum.” Mr. Masterson’s deep gravelly voice rolled over me. “FUCK, you’re gonna me me CUM!” The words spilled through gritted teeth a the same time as a big hand fisted into my hair and drew me back to the head of his cock. He held Mr. Blasingame and me by the hair side by side, only able to reach his thick rigid cock at the broad heavy powerful head where it strained past the confines of the soft cowl of skin surrounding it and the deep gash bisecting the center gaped in obscene promise. A brief jet of creamy white cum spat out and across our lips and tongues. Both of us pressed forward in spite of the painful tug of hair caught in the unrelenting grasp of huge strong hands. The sides of our heads pressed harshly against each other with the outside of each our lips grasped longingly on each side of the huge broad uncut cock-head. The inside corner of my lips met side by side with Mr. Blasingame’s. Our position left our mouths open and tongues thrust forward against the wide girth of Mr. Masterson’s spongy head as it swelled even further. The combined opening of both our mouths insured the impending load of hot cum would flood equally into both our mouths. Then, it did. Searing thick white cum erupted into both of us, the taste of it filling our mouths and sliding down our throats. “Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh…” Mr. Masterson’s growl roared out from above the two of us. The big dark hairy powerful man rose up onto the balls of big strong feet. Thick muscle under heavy swirling black hair flared out on the cop’s broad thighs while they began to shake as did the big paws fisted in our hair. The cum pouring into us slowed only to be followed by another huge flood of rich salty male cum. “Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk…” The big man growled again, his thick strong body tensing even further. Mr. Blasingame’s tongue brushed against mine and then pulled away in the heavy sweet flow from Mr. Masterson’s huge hairy balls spewing into us. That tongue returned almost immediately, pressing across mine to swipe more of Mr. Masterson’s rich heavy cum into his own mouth and then deposit even more into mine. I began kissing him back as we shared the excessive buckets of thick copious cum gushing from the huge heaving cock in front of us. Mr. Blasingame mouth attacked mine, groaning deeply against my lips, tongue, and the massive rize escort erupting cock-head we very enthusiastically shared. Load after load of thick creamy male cum blasted into older and younger mouths, dueling tongues bathing each other in heavy hot seed before swallowing the sweet salty flow into waiting stomachs. I felt my head jerked away from it all in immediate crushing disappointment. “Suck out the rest of it, Blasingame, but don’t you goddamned dare swallow one drop of it. I want it runnin’ out the sides of your mouth before any more goes into your belly. And, you,” Mr. Masterson turned his harshly handsome bearded face toward me, “you get that cute lil’ tight tail of yours up on that control board, boy.” I did as ordered and looked down to the blazing sight of the big hairy cop’s fat cock lodged just inside Mr. Blasingame’s mouth. The thick dark gold of his mustache, wet with spit and pearly white cum, formed a lushly fringed drape around the massive flexing cock pushing through it. That broad muscular cock shuddered five more times and flooded more cum into that handsome face with each lurching pulse. The striking man knelt on the floor with the cheeks of his chiseled face bloated to capacity and the last two jets of hot cum spewing from the corners of his mouth to rain down his square chin, past his throat, and into the golden pelt of hair of his strapping chest. The big cop hauled his drooling fat meat from the warm suctioning mouth and shot the last three loads over Mr. Blasingame’s masculine eager face…the last right up against full lush lips. “Gimme about half that.” I watched as Mr. Masterson reached a huge rough paw to just under Mr. Blasingame’s lower lip. Mr. Blasingame released enough of the cop’s cum to fill the bigger man’s cupped hand. “Get the rest on that boy’s tight lil’ tail hole.” Mr. Masterson ordered before sliding his eyes to mine. “Pull those legs up, boy, make some room for the man.” Mr. Blasingame hesitated. “Now, son!” Mr. Masterson commanded. Mr. Blasingame shuffled over as I pulled my thighs obediently up onto my chest. Warm air breezed across my small hole just before I felt the man’s cum-drenched face ease up against it. Bristling mustache hair taunted the tender flesh surrounding the intimate opening and a thick raspy tongue reached out to bathe my hole in creamy white cop-cum. “Seems like ya got more than enough there, Blasingame. Spit some into your hand and coat your cock.” Mr. Blasingame looked up at me, his eyes questioning. It seemed we both knew where this was leading. I nodded. There didn’t seem to be any other choice. “Stand up.” The big cop issued the order as if it he felt it shouldn’t have been necessary. At the same time, I saw Mr. Masterson’s hand move down and behind Mr. Blasingame in an action that made it clear he was now stroking his thick hard cock with his own cum. Mr. Blasingame stood. My eyes raked down his long muscular hairy physique to the ample cock thrust aggressively forward. I watched as he drooled cum from his mouth into his hand then stroked the thick hot cop-cum over his big straining adult male meat. “Now, move in there and give that boy your cock, son.” Mr. Masterson pushed Mr. Blasingame forward until he nearly fell on top of me. “If you don’t know from havin’ already given the boy a ride, ya need t’ take it slow at first. Let him get accustomed to that big ol’ thing. Then, you can plow him t’ hell n’ back, and all that boy’s gonna do is thank you for it. Trust me.” The big cop reached a thick hairy arm past Mr. Blasingame and shoved one of my thighs up against my chest. My other leg lifted with the resulting tilt of my hips and the back of my knees fell into the curve of Mr. Blasingame’s muscular arms when Mr. Masterson released my thigh. “You’re a bastard, Masterson.” Mr. Blasingame growled out even as he moved his hips to position the broad head of his sturdy straining thick cock at my tiny teen hole. “You want your cock in him. He wants your cock in him. I think that makes me more of a facilitator, Blasingame. Now, get at it. We don’t want your wife n’ kids waitin’ too long for ya, now do we?” Mr. Blasingame winced at the mention of his family, but then his deep sapphire blues eyes opened to mine. He pressed forward and I forced my hole to relax open for him as much as I could. The pressure hit and began to sting. He eased back, reached up big strong hands to stroke my young thighs, then pressed inward again. My body opened further before pain rose up once again. Mr. Blasingame began a slow steady rhythm of easing in and out of me, increasing his depth erotically with each controlled stroke into my body. “That’s it, work that big cock into the boy…” The cop’s deep voice was now quiet and distracted as he watched Mr. Blasingame slowly feeding his fat long cock up into my teenage ass. Eyes half closed, I caught the action of Mr. Masterson’s upper arm behind Mr. Blasingame still stroking his own huge cock. All the textures of Mr. Blasingame’s thick hard cock meat abraded my tender well-stretched hole when he finally forced every inch up into the depths of my body. My eyes rolled back and a strained groan escaped my chest as every ripple, fold, and ridge of wide hard cock strummed across and through the spasming sensitive ring gripping him. “Yeah, give the boy what he wants.” The cop’s dark low voice fell to a heated whisper. I felt Mr. Blasingame’s body and heavy cock jerk. “STOP!” I opened my eyes at the clipped, breathless, and almost begging tone in the one word from Mr. Blasingame. His own eyes were squeezed shut forcefully. He hesitated before pushing back into me, the action shaky and tentative even as the effect left me feeling every fraction of an inch of incredible hot cock raking through my clenching quivering hole. My hole pulsed rapidly over the hot wide length invading my young body again. I could see Mr. Masterson’s arm no longer stroking and instead reaching in front of him. “No, please.” Mr. Blasingame’s entire body shook this time as he slowly retreated from deep within my body only to come to an immediate and sharp halt. “Dont.” “Hush, now, Blasingame. Be a man.” Mr. Masterson’s voice was at the same time quiet deep soothing and taunting. Both hands came up over the dark golden fur of Mr. Blasingame’s tense chest. Two sets of thick muscular thumbs and forefingers took one stubby nub of a nipple each and began slowly rolling them in between. Mr. Blasingame gasped and tensed, his head rolling slowly from side to side. His body raised up straighter above mine and several inches of thick hot cock rode back inside me. More slowly pushed deeper, less than in inch. Mr. Blasingame’s cock was as as hard as if it had been carved from stone, so hard it vibrated in the grip of the tight ring of my asshole and inside the clutching tunnel sheathing it. “God, stop it!” Mr. Blasingame demanded through clenched teeth as more of his thick adult cock inched into me. The hands on his chest rolled the nipples there faster and with more determination. “I’m gonna fuck you, Blasingame.” More hot cock inched into me as the grimace on Mr. Blasingame’s handsome face deepened. There was no doubt the big cop was feeding his fat cock up into Mr. Blasingame’s ass at the same time as Mr. Blasingame’s cock was forcing its way into me. “I’m gonna fuck you so deep you taste my thick cock up in the back of your throat,” Mr. Masterson’s voice was dark and deep in a growling whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard my cum is gonna blast out your nose when I unload inside that tight hairy round ass.” He began lightly biting a slow trail with his bearded mouth down the side of Mr. Blasingame’s throat and across one shoulder, speaking in between nips that caused the body in front of him to shudder each time. “You can either make it easier on yourself and let me, or you can keep resisting and making it even hotter for me.” “You fuckin’ unholy bastard,” Mr. Blasingame’s voice was barely above a whisper and sounded tense enough to break any minute, “I’ll never….whuhhhhhhhhh AGGGGGHHH!!!!!” Fat, steely, lurching cock shoved balls deep into me with no warning. Mr. Blasingame fell almost lifeless on top of me, his overheated body suddenly cold and clammy against mine. His breathing came and went in short shallow stunned gasps while his eyes bulged alarmingly and stared across my slender smooth chest out into space. The pressure inside my hole eased as Mr. Blasingame’s fat hard cock retreated slightly. “Awwwwwwwwwww fuck…” Mr. Blasingame groaned through clenched teeth. His arms shot past my head to grab onto something I couldn’t see. His head fell onto my chest and ground his chin, beard, nose, and forehead into my skin while his hot wet breath heaved from his full lips. I knew what he was going through. I knew that mind and body twisting sensation of Mr. Masterson slowly hauling his fat beast of a cock out through a hyper-sensitized tender overstretched butt-hole. “Fuck, fuck…” The tall rangy man whimpered into my skin while his compact muscular hips began swaying subtly and mindlessly from side to side. The action ground my young prick excruciatingly into the thick hair and rippling muscle of the athletic man’s flat stomach. “How often, Blasingame?” The cop’s deep voice slid through the warm humid air inside the dark booth. “Huh?” “How often do you get t’ where you just have t’ have a big ol’ fat cock shoved up your handsome tail?” The words were quiet, yet intense. “I don’t…I don’t…what are you…” Mr. Blasingame gasped out as his body continued writhing drunkenly on top of me and stirring his hard thick cock up deep inside me, rolling my straining prick in between our stomachs. “I know a virgin tail, son, and this ain’t one. Oh, you’re tight as all goddamned hell, but this ain’t the ankara rus escort first time you’ve had someone in your saddle. How long do you go before you can’t take it and have t’ find someone t’ shove a big fat cock up into that cute lil’ hairy ass of yours? Five years? Six? Ten?” “I haven’t…there hasn’t been…AGHHH!” Mr. Blasingame’s thick hot cock jerked and nudged farther inside me. Mr. Masterson was obviously forcing his uncut monster back inside Mr. Blasingame. “How often!” “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The words from Mr. Blasingame where high-pitched whimpers, soft cries. His body began shaking on top of mine, his face pressing harder into my chest. The hairy muscular cop continued pressing forward, stretching Mr. Blasingame to his limits and driving deeper inside. “How…” Mr. Masterson began to demand an answer again only to be interrupted as Mr. Blasingame broke. “TEN! ABOUT TEN YEARS AND ONLY TWICE, YOU SAD SON OF A BITCH!” Suddenly enraged and having passed his breaking point, Mr. Blasingame started to jerk his body up from mine. He was halfway to standing up to his full height when he was slammed back down and Mr. Masterson sank his fat hard horse-meat back deep into Mr. Blasingame’s body. “How’s that now, Blasingame?” The big cop’s voice lost its hard edge as he began slowly withdrawing his heavy uncut cock and then easing it back inside with a lazy rhythm. “We getting past that uncomfortable stage into where your insides are quivering and stroking that big cock up inside you, where every thick inch feels too big for your body but too good t’ resist, where your brain fills with a hot wet fog while your eyes roll back in your head when I hit rock bottom in that hot tight hairy tail of yours, where your worthless misplaced guilt wishes you could make it stop while your body is ready t’ explode just from feeling how full fat cock fills you up, where wantin’ t’ run from this room loses the battle to wanting me to fuck you so hard my cum belches up into your mouth?” Mr. Masterson pulled Mr. Blasingame’s limp unresisting body up and back against his broad hairy chest. One big hand reached up and turned Mr. Blasingame’s face to the side where his bearded mouth opened and possessively claimed Mr. Blasingame’s full mustached lips. I watched the muscles in their throats shift and ripple as thick tongues dueled sensually over each other, the slide of Mr. Masterson’s big rough muscular hands raked up through the thick coppery blond pelt of Mr. Blasingame’s torso until long sausage-like fingers and thumbs flicked rapidly across the stubby nubs of his dusky nipples. “Don’t forget about the boy,” Mr. Masterson separately their lips only partially. “he still needs that big cock of yours stuffing his tight young ass just as badly as you need mine takin’ care of yours.” Mr. Masterson pressed his hips forward to force Mr. Blasingame thick cock back all the way up into me. I’d gotten caught up in the two big men in front of me, the big dark brutish hairy cop with the massive cock forcing it up into the handsome and thoughtful blond man who had his own thick impressive cock nestled inside me. My young prick was still straining anxiously up toward the ceiling just from the incredibly hot sight of the two of them going at it even though I’d really forgotten all about myself. Well, I’d forgotten about myself until flame raced through my body at the feel of my tight young hole being stretched both uncomfortably and enthrallingly back open and thick long hard adult cock shoving slowly back inside me. “No.” Mr. Blasingame whimpered against the big cop’s dominating lips as the man pulled his hard fat huge uncut cock from deep within Mr. Blasingame’s body. I knew what he was feeling, that slow ride of every vein and ridge of that mighty cock rippling through his tight hole on its slow agonizing exit. Mr. Blasingame’s thick long cock tore back out of my tight young hole in the same way as his body followed Mr. Masterson’s. Masterson reached for Mr. Blasingame’s slender athletic hips with big muscular hands and shoved him forward again. Long thick hard cock drove up inside me and I cried out at the sharp impact only to feel a second powerful slam reverberate through my young slight body as Mr. Masterson then barreled his huge cock up inside Mr. Blasingame. Masterson pulled them both back from me once again, the wild suctioning of the insides of my body grasping for the thick hot cock being pulled from it left me writhing and whimpering underneath the two of them. The cop shoved them both forward again, and pulled both backward almost immediately only to repeat the action. The two resounding sensations side by side of being rammed into twice in rapid succession left me feeling as if I was being fucked twice at the same time. My hips and lower back were lifted abruptly with each driving powerful stroke into my young teenage body at the same time as my chin was forced into my chest. I felt held captive by the two big men, one unwilling but overpowered and the other unrelentingly dominating both of us. Again and again, one big man slammed into the other who slammed into me. Sweat from the hair of Mr. Blasingame’s forehead, nose, and chin dripped down on my chest while his strong muscular body slammed back and forth above me. The rich heady wet scent of male sweat, musky thick cock and balls, and heaving breaths filled the small room around me along with my whimpering cries and the growling grunts of the two adult men sexually raging over me. “You have t’ stop this! It’s not right!” Mr. Blasingame bit out through gritted teeth. The cop’s big hands reach around and locked on each of the small taut tan nubs of Mr. Blasingame’s chest. “You talk too fuckin’ much…” The thick muscular forefingers and thumbs I knew to be rough and calloused began twisting and tugging at the flesh gripped between them. “AW, FUCK!” Mr. Blasingame’s sapphire blue eyes shot wide in shock before rolling back in his handsome head and the lids drifted drunkenly back closed. His head jerked left and right then finally snapping backward as wide brutish fingers went at his small nipples. He began thrusting in and out of me like an overheated piston, barreling balls-deep inside my tender young only to shove his back on Mr. Masterson’s huge veiny uncut cock. Even in my own heated haze, nearly the point my prick was going to blast my load all over my chest and stomach, I could feel the handsome man was shoving back on Masterson’s bloated and oversized cock every bit as hard as he was ramming into me. “FUCK, GODDAMN IT!” Mr. Blasingame shouted as his body tensed, all the muscles muscles of his tall tanned physique flaring out in strained glistening striations. “That’s it, son, let it go. Cum for Daddy and bring Daddy off with ya. You got me damned close, buddy. That ass is as hot n’ tight as the boy’s.” I looked up to find the thick thumbs and forefingers begin to twist and taunt Mr. Blasingame’s taut nipples with even more determined intensity. Masterson continued in a low heated growl, “Fuck Daddy’s fat cock with that tight ass, son. You’re gonna choke on my cum when I fill that handsome tail with what I got for ya!” “AWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” Mr. Blasingame yelled as he drove deep inside me, hot cum blasting powerfully against my inner walls as he flooded my young body with thick adult cum…his thick heaving cock thrusting outward agonizingly as it pulsed and throbbed against my tight abused hole gripping his huge male meat for dear life. “Fuck yeah, son! That little asshole is bearin’ down on my cock like a fist!” Masterson shoved Mr. Blasingame down on top of me, my prick buried inside the thick curling fur of his stomach pressed solidly into the soft skin of my own stomach. Masterson began slamming into the two of us like a crazed battering ram. The shock of every earth-shattering thrust pounded up my spine and into the base of my skull. My prick began to explode with teenage cum racing up from my small young balls. Cum continued flooding copious wet heat deep inside me while thick heavy cock lurched deep within my stomach. “FUCK!” Masterson rammed deep causing my teeth to slam together from the barreling impact. He withdrew and rammed in again. It felt as if each dominating thrust shoved more cum out from my balls and more cum from Mr. Blasingame up into my belly. “FUCK MEEEEEE!!!” Mr. Masterson growled out as if partly in shock. Each halting powerful slam into Mr. Blasingame filled him up with the astonishingly huge thick heavy load I knew all too well. Mr. Masterson seemed to be able to generate vast amounts of cum at the drop of a hat, and never had a problem filling a man up to overflowing with it. Each gut-wrenching thrust from that fat massive cock drove more cum from my prick and more of it from Mr. Blasingame’s thick solid cock into me. Mr. Blasingame’s handsome face rose from my chest and deep blue eyes searched mine apologetically before cutting back over his shoulder. The tall rangy man shoved up and backward, throwing the much beefier bulk of the big cop back against the wall. “Now, Blasingame…” Masterson held up his big hands in front of him in a ‘calm down’ gesture. “There’s no need…” “Save it!” Mr. Blasingame bit out as he hurriedly grabbed for all his clothes and then stormed to the door. “Lock up, I’m leavin’ my tools.” Then, he was gone. “He might should’a put those clothes on first.” Masterson shrugged, his pants still halfway down thick hairy muscular legs. Heavy hairy balls sagged low and huge fat glistening uncut cock jutted out obscenely in front of him as his gaze moved to my face. “That was damn hot, hot enough t’ make me want a round two. Now, how ’bout you get down here n’ suck off this big ol’ hog. (To be continued.) 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