Date: Mon, 1 Jun 2020 14:34:31 -0700 From: Muscle DaddyBear Subject: Big Neighbor Men Series - Chapter 4: Neighbor Cop, Pt. 6 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. 6 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 close and soon I was peering through the window of double 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. Clearly, it belonged to a man, though. 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. I started up the steps, slowly, 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 mean he was the person inside the booth. I pictured the man that was as round as he was short who normally did the announcing at games and track meets. 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 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 inside. My eyes were 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 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 followed 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 and then Mr. Blasingame's big cock lurching from my hungering mouth. "Well, well," Mr. Masterson's deep voice slammed into me. "won't that make a nice picture for the front page of the paper?" I opened my eyes 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 stood apparently 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' 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 than he had been. "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? Anything like, say, this?" He turned his phone to both me and Mr. Blasingame. 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 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." Masterson sighed with arrogance in having the upper hand. "You'll do nothin' but what I tell ya t' do." With that, 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. He 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, Masterson reached in and hauled the ten inches of four inch wide uncut brutish cock out to sway domineeringly out in front of him. (To be continued.) 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