Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2017 19:24:52 -0400 From: tagenhard@aol.com Subject: We-Joined-The-Neighbors-3 Of course this is fantasy and such real life conduct is not condoned or encouraged. "We all live two great lives. One in reality and one in our mind." Please help support Nifty with a donation so we can all keep reading and sharing. Thanks I intend this to be the last chapter of this story line. We joined the Neighbors 3 By Tagen "Well, well, what do we have here?" A rich deep voice cut thru the air. Jack's head whipped around to look at the door way where he saw a police officer. One hand on his hip and the other on the gun in his holster. "Oh fuck." Hissed slowly out of Jack's mouth. Officer William Pederson, or Billy to his friends, surveyed the room. "Is that your son you're fucking?" He asked calmly. "Ah -- ah yes sir." Jack stammered. "But he fucked him to." Jack raised his voice and pointed at me. "All I know is I saw you onto top of your kid fucking him and telling him to take it bitch. I believe those were the words." Jack backed down. "And you son, are you okay?" Cole was wide eyed but managed to squeak out a "Yes sir." Officer Pederson looked over to me. "Hey." "Hey, thanks for coming." Lance still sitting in my lap waved his hand. "Hi sir." "Hi Lance. Are you okay?" "Oh yes sir. Were just having some fun." As usual Lance was all smiles whenever he saw Billy. "What?" Jack sputtered. "You know each other?" "Yea we're old friends from high school days." "But, did you call him?" Jack was bewildered. "Yes I did. He has a particular skill set that I need his help with." I replied coolly. "But he's a cop." "Yes he is, but he maybe owes me a few favors?" I looked over to Billy for a reaction and he shook his head in the affirmative. "You can breathe easy. He isn't going to arrest either of us. Well as long as you stop acting like a fucking asshole." I return my gaze to Jack. Billy spoke up. "You said you were in trouble. Care to explain?" I launched into a recap of all of today's events and didn't leave anything out. "So the trouble I'm in is his possession of that picture." Billy looked over to Jack. "Now that's not very neighborly of you." Billy noticed the lap top and picked it up. "You want to tell me where to find it?" "You figure it out." Jack snapped. Billy chuckled. "You really don't want me to spread the word around the station that you're a cop hater do you?" Jack's mouth dropped open. "I never said." But Billy cut him off. "I won't arrest you for being a kid fucker, but I can still make your life miserable. Don't worry about it, I enjoy a challenge. I'm going to sit at the kitchen table so I can concentrate." Billy walked out of the room. Jack sat back in a huff but stayed quiet. Billy and I meet in high school and became fast and close friends. I was into football, baseball and wrestling. Billy was a star in swimming and cross country. While I had the bigger jock body, Billy was a slender sinewy mass of toned muscle. He still stayed in shape and his uniform fit him like a glove and hinted at a desirable package without being offensive. I've seen Billy naked many a time. In the high school locker room and showers. And still to this day we work out together often at the gym and shower after. His father was black and mother was white. He is undeniably handsome in a GQ model way. Milk chocolate toned, smooth unblemished skin. Dark eyes that sparkled and smile that makes you feel warm. When soft, he has a slender cock that hangs about six inches with a flared mushroom head. In our senior year of school I found out he tops off at an admirable 9 ½ inches and produces a lot of precum. I know you think there is a hot story here but in reality not. I'll explain. The head of the athletic department at school treated about a dozen of his best athletes to an overnight at his lake cabin. We got there at noon on Saturday. It was a large cabin owned by his extended family and they all shared. There were four bedrooms with each having a queen sized bed. Naturally he claimed one for his own. For the other three, he cut up twelve slips of paper and put a black dot on six. After a random drawing the six who got the dots got a bed. The other six would have to sleep on the couches or chairs or floor. As luck would have it Billy and I both got black dots and immediately claimed a room for us to share. The afternoon was spent swimming and just goofing off. Before we knew it, it was turning dark and a fire was burning on the beach. We had roasted hot dogs and chips for dinner. I don't know where it came from but suddenly beer appeared and two bottles of bourbon. The coach smiled but didn't stop us. It didn't take long for some of the guys to get a buzz going. About four of them headed back for the lake and with the cover of night and the alcohol in them, they stripped out of their suits and dove in naked. Someone commented that looked like fun and three more followed suit. Four of us including Billy and me stood by the campfire. The fifth guy Cal was sitting by the coach with a bourbon bottle in his hand as they talked. Billy doesn't drink at all. His dad at this time was a drunkard and abusive to the family. He never wanted to be like his old man. Me I drank a little but not enough to get drunk. My dad some months previous had caught me drinking some of his liquor. He didn't yell but instead waited till we would be home alone for a weekend. He opened the liquor cabinet to me and said I could have all I wanted. Well, being the smart ass tough jock I thought I was, I proceeded to get so fucking drunk that I puked for a day and felt like shit for another.That cured me of wanting to get wasted. Anyway the rest of us realized what the hell, we've all seen each other naked before, and headed for the water. Another hour of innocent rough housing in the water started to take its toll and the guys headed for the slowly dying fire on the beach. I noticed that Cal and the coach weren't there. The rest of us just stood around the fire naked letting it dry us. We were joking and the others were finishing off whatever alcohol was left. Once the fire and booze was gone we headed for the cabin. All our swimsuits left behind lying in the sand. Some of the guys needed help walking there and since Billy and I were sober we kind of made it our responsibility to make sure everyone got back inside. The guys with rooms headed for them and the others sprawled out on the floor in the main room. I heard someone suggest playing truth or dare as I closed our bedroom door. Billy and I got settled in bed and the lights off when we realized some strange sound was coming from the coach's bedroom, which we had a common wall with. Billy asked in a whisper if I was hearing that. I said yes and got out of the bed. I was curious and had just enough beer in me to be brave. I crawled out the window as Billy was asking what the fuck I was doing. I took a few steps over to the next window and peered in. I poked my head back in our window and whispered to Billy he really needed to see this. He sighed but got out of bed and crawled thru the window to join me looking into the coach's room. There they both were, naked as can be, and coach fucking Cal in the ass like a mad man. Billy and I just stared. We were memorized. I was afraid to breath. We watched till coach climaxed and dropped down onto the bed next to Cal. Then we quietly crawled back into our room and bed. We didn't say anything to each other for a while. Finally I asked Billy if he was as hard as I was. God yes was his reply. I told him I just had to beat off and he suggested we do it together. So in the moon light streaming thru the window we laid side by side jacking off together and that's how I learned how big he was hard. We jacked off together maybe three or four more times on different occasions. The last time we did it, was the closest we ever came to touching each other. We were standing facing each other with just the tips of our cocks touching as we jerked and when we shot, we jizzed each other's cock and hand. We graduated from high school, I got my girlfriend, future wife, pregnant. Billy went to the police academy. We remained strong friends but nothing more. The reason I called Billy specifically is because he always had a flare for working a computer. One time early on in his career a drug dealer got arrested. The cops knew all his dealings were on his computer but weren't able to access it. The day before they were going to send it off to the FBI to crack open, Billy asked his captain if he could give it a try. Seeing nothing to lose, his captain allowed it and after half an hour Billy was in. Since then whenever there was a computer that was encrypted and needed cracking they gave it to Billy. Only once did he fail, but the FBI didn't succeed either. So I figured my best chance of getting the picture deleted was with Billy. I know you are thinking that I'm taking a big chance on trusting our friendship to get him to look the other way with the sex issue but you would be wrong. I'm not really that stupid. About a year and a half ago the wife and Lance were visiting her parents for the weekend. I had invited Billy over to watch a big game on Saturday. When he arrived he seemed agitated. I asked him if everything was okay and he insisted he was fine. The game was past the first quarter but he just wasn't getting in to it. Again I asked but he said he was just tired. At half time I went to take a piss and when I came back he had my bourbon in his hands. He was staring at it and then took a drink. I knew immediately something was wrong but figured I just needed to be a good friend and let this play out. It wasn't my place to mother him or judge him. He certainly let me unload my frustrations time and again. I got another glass and poured myself a drink. I sat down on the couch near him but not to close. "Games mighty tight. How do you think it's going to go?" It seems I startled him out of a deep thought. He looked up at me asked what I said. "Just wondering if you have a guess who will win." I replied soothingly and even. "Oh, yea, that, I'm not sure." He seemed in a fog. He looked back at the drink in his hand and then downed the remainder of it. The game came back on and we sat in silence. I was wondering what had happened that drove him to drink. A man that never did so. I didn't know where his mind was. I got up to pour myself another drink when I noticed his car keys on the hallway table. Looking at him I saw he wasn't paying attention to me. I quickly slipped down the hall, grabbed the keys, returned thru the kitchen where I had stashed the keys in a drawer. As I poured myself another he appeared by my side and held out his empty glass. I looked into his eyes. "Please" was all he said. I poured him two fingers worth and he downed that then held the glass out again. I poured myself another and then just handed the bottle to him. He looked at me, then the bottle. He reached out and took it, then walked back to the couch and sat down. I sat down on the other end and muted the TV. We sat there in silence watching the game. A full quarter had passed when he sighed heavily. "I" He started then stopped. Took another gulp of bourbon. "I had to crack a computer today. It was loaded with pictures and videos of adults having sex with kids." He stopped and let out a deep breath. He closed his eyes and continued. "There were pictures of things on there that I never thought possible." I noticed his body shudder. Took a sip of my drink but stayed silent. Another heavy sigh. A gulp of bourbon. "There were pictures of men fucking little girls in their mouths, their pussy's and even their asses. And pictures of men fucking little boys in mouth and ass. How can they get their fucking cocks into such small holes?" He had a look of bewilderment on his face as he looked at me as if I should have the answer. Now he took a gulp straight from the bottle. "So small, such big cocks." He was lost in a haze and was babbling to himself mainly. "How, fucking unbelievable, probably so tight, so, so." Another big gulp from the bottle. Silence. I knew what was going to happen. I sensed it before it happened but I wasn't fast enough. He tilted his head forward and vomited all over his chest and lap. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom grabbing a large towel. Returning to the living room I threw it across his mid-section to hold the vomit in place. It was a struggle but I was able to lift him up in my arms and carry him to the shower with a minimum amount of vomit falling to the floor. I turned on the shower letting it warm up first. I knew I could have blasted him with cold water and shocked him but I thought that was just mean. I stripped myself of my clothes and threw them to the corner of the shower. Once the water had warmed, I dragged him under the spray and used it to clean the puke off of his clothes. Then I stripped him piece by piece of his soiled clothing till he was as naked as I was. He kept mumbling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The whole time I stripped him. "Don't worry pal. It will all clean up." I said trying to be as soothing as possible. "No, no you don't understand." He muttered. I finally had him stripped of all his soiled and wet clothes. I sat on my ass and pulled my friend, maybe my best friend up between my legs so his back rested against my chest. "It'll all be okay." I said as the warm water cascaded over us. "No, not that, I wanted it." He mumbled again. Now I was confused, "You wanted what." "I wanted to be those men. It turned me on. I wanted to be fucking those little white boys." I was stunned. I would have never guessed that I would ever hear these words from Billy's mouth. "You liked what you saw?'" "Oh fuck yes." Billy moaned. I looked down and saw that despite the booze he was hard as a rock. "Oh fuck I want to be one of those men." His speech was slurred but still understandable. I realized he was revealing an inner truth to me. He was opening up about something that he was troubled by and excited by. I also realized that if not for the booze he would have never dared to be this honest with me. I felt I owed it to him after all the times I bitched to him about my marriage and my life to support him. "Tell me buddy. You can tell me anything." I ran my hand across his chest slowly and smoothly in a comforting motion. "I." He stopped. Time passed I thought he might have passed out but then. "I want to be them." I can't explain why but at the moment it just seemed to be the right thing to do. I slid my hand down across his taught stomach and curled my fingers around his hard throbbing cock. Trying to not squeeze too tight, I started to slide my hand up and down. I was slowly jerking him off. "You can tell me anything buddy. What do you want?" His head rolled lazily against my chest. His breathing increased in pace as I increased my stroking of that beautiful cock of his. "I want to be naked with those kids. I want to fuck them. I want my cock in their little mouths." I had to strain to understand him between his increasing heavy breathing and his drunken slur. "I want a little white boy's lips wrapped around my cock. I, oh fuck." I could tell he was getting close as I jerked him faster. "I want to see his little asshole being stretched open by my cock. My cock head pushing into, oh fuck, oh fuck." He stopped talking, his breath became more jagged. His body tensed and then he shot. He shot five large volleys of cum up onto his heaving stomach and chest. Thru out he was muttering oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Then he relaxed and his body went limp. I let the warm water continue to wash across us and slowly wash away his cum. I was stunned that he had these thoughts. But at the same time I was excited by the visions in my head of him with his hard milk chocolate cock buried inside a pair of sweet pink little lips. I was honored that he shared this with me, drunk or not it was still me he shared it with. I realized he had passed out. Letting him slip from my embrace, I stood up. I was throbbing and before I realized what I was doing I had my hand wrapped around my cock and was stroking it fast and furious. It only took a few minutes before I was spraying my cum down onto his face. It took a bit of energy but I finally got him dried off and carried to the guest bedroom. I tucked him into bed naked and wished happy dreams. When he got up the next morning he was very embarrassed and apologetic. Billy wanted to blame what he said on his drinking but I wasn't going to let him get away with that. I made it very clear to him that I didn't think any less of him for confessing to me and that I still considered him by best friend. I didn't think he was a bad person. I wasn't repulsed by his desire and that I trusted him to not actually rape a kid. And I told him I hoped he would someday get to have what he wanted. I also told him that he could talk to me anytime about this. That I was always here for him. We went for a run later to help him sweat out his hangover. He tested me to see if I really was as cool with this as I said I was. We ran past a kid walking with his parents and Billy just commented he was cute. I replied that I agreed. He made a few more comments during the run with each one getting more graphic. As time went by he became comfortable talking openly with me about it. If at work and he had to crack another pedo computer, he would tell me about how turned on he got and had to rub one out. He would openly point out a cute kid he saw and what he wanted to do with him. But he also would blow off steam when he got frustrated at how secretive he had to be. How he had to watch every single word he said around anyone else. He had to really concentrate when he had to talk with a classroom of kids so that he wouldn't throw a hard on in front of them. I noticed that whenever he would be over for a party, or just to hang and watch sports that he was interacting physically with Lance more than he use to. He might simply have him sit in his lap, or they would play wrestle. He always made time to play with Lance. My wife commented what a great dad Billy was going to make someday because he seemed to have so much fun playing with Lance. But Billy was smart and he would also flirt with my wife, in an innocent way, but just enough to distract her in case she felt he was too close to Lance. One day when we went for a run, I asked him if he ever jerked off thinking about Lance. I could tell by his reaction that he had. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He stuttered that if I wanted him to stop coming around the house he would understand. I told him he misunderstood. That it's okay if he does, I was just curious that's all. He admitted that yes he does fantasize about him and Lance naked together having sex. I asked him if he was going to be able to finish our run with that hard on in his shorts. He blushed, lightly punched me in the arm and stated that he usually was hard when we ran. A few months later we had a gym date set but at the last moment my wife got called into work. Instead of canceling I brought Lance with me. I was dressed and in the gym with Lance at my side before Billy showed up. I told him which locker I was in and he went to change. Once he got there Billy quickly joined us and while I got a good work out, Billy spent most his time showing Lance how to use the machines and helping him try a few of the safer ones out. They had great fun together and I thought maybe I should bring Lance along more often. When we were all done we retreated to the locker room. It was an old gym and privacy wasn't a priority when it was built. The showers were out in the open and the lockers were in rows running perpendicular to them. This wasn't the gym for you if you were modest. It also wasn't one of those pose and be beautiful gyms. The guys that were there were just hard working everyday men wanting a no nonsense work out. There were only lockers and showers. No saunas or whirlpools or any other frills. Some of the guys that I ran into regularly were at first surprised to see Lance with me. Others were curious enough to ask if this was my son so I had to introduce him around. In the locker room I sat Lance down on the bench by my locker. I started to strip down and realized that Billy wasn't sure what to do. I was now naked and ready to head to the shower. Billy looked at me and I simply shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him. Then I turned and walked away. I took a shower that had a direct view down the row where Lance was sitting so I could keep an eye on him. Billy finally turned to his locker and stripped down like it was an everyday thing for him to get naked in front of a little kid. Fully naked he grabbed a towel out of his locker, closed the door and turned so he was facing Lance. Of course Lance's eyes looked over his adult friend's body. I think any normal boy would. While Lance has seen me naked a lot this would be the first other man he's ever seen. Plus with Billy being a different color it added another element of interest. Billy stood there for just a few moments letting Lance run his eyes across his nudity and then turned and headed towards me. I could see Billy was starting to get a hard on. He turned his shower to cold and stood under it with his back to Lance till his cock went down. I chuckled and he looked over at me. I just told him don't worry about it. He proceeded to take a shower like normal. We talked about sports and stuff. Some of the other guys joined in on the conversation like they usually do. It distracted Billy enough to keep him from getting a full hard on but he was still fuller than normal. I left the shower and dried off. Billy joined us and by the time he toweled off he was half hard. Lance stared at it but didn't say anything. Billy quickly pulled his underwear on to hide it and finished dressing. Two days later we ran into each other running thru the park. We paired up and as we ran he told me how fucking hot that was to be able to be naked in front of Lance. He said he jerked off three times that day thinking about it. He asked if maybe it could happen again. I didn't commit myself one way or the other but after we went our separate ways I realized I was turned on by Lance seeing Billy naked. It was a month or two later when we had a gym date again where my wife couldn't watch Lance so I brought him with me. The gym was really busy this day. We had to wait and take turns to get on a machine. Billy couldn't goof off with Lance like last time so Lance got bored. When we were done and went to our lockers it was so busy guys were waiting in line to get a shower. I told Billy we should just grab our clothes and head to my place, we could shower there. My wife was a meticulous house cleaner and always bitched when we boys made messes. I figured the best thing to do was only mess up one shower and since it was big enough the master shower made the best choice. I told Billy we'd use my shower. Lance followed behind. Getting to the master bathroom I stripped down and got into the shower. Billy just stood there. I asked if he was waiting for a written invitation. He looked at Lance and I said he's already seen you don't be such a pansy. He shrugged his shoulders and stripped down. I told Lance he needed to shower also and to get in with us. Like I had said earlier the shower was large and door less. It could fit three adults easy. Billy was soon naked and joined me in the shower soon followed by my naked son. I squirted some shower gel on Lance's hands and he started to wash himself. Billy followed suit but his eyes were glued on the naked little boy in front of him. It didn't take long for him to get a hard on. He looked at me and I told him don't worry about it because I was the same way. Looking down he saw that I was just as hard as him. So he stood there facing Lance full on, slowly caressing his soapy hands across his body while his 9 ½ inch hard cock jutted out in front of him. Lance did like a little kid does and just carelessly rubbed his hands all over himself and sprang a little stiffy doing it. Billy then made a big show of washing his balls caressing them and stroking his soapy hands up and down his throbbing cock. It looked like he was washing his cock but he and I knew he was jerking off in front of my kid. And Lance watched very intently. After a few minutes I asked Lance if he washed everywhere. He shrugged his shoulders. I knelt down in front of him and turned his attention away from Billy. I told him I would wash his hair and Billy could get his back. I got a good head of suds on Lance's hair and was soon washing it and massaging his scalp. Billy with his eye's glazed over knelt behind Lance and placed his soapy hands on the tender little back. He washed in circles as he descended lower. He ran the palms of his hands across the little tight round ass checks. He washed down to the bottom of the globes and on the way back up he ran the fingers of his right hand thru my son's ass valley. Lance giggled and whispered that Billy touched his butt hole. Gliding his hands up the back to the shoulders and then as he started down again I pulled Lance forward into a leaning position. This in effect spread his checks apart some. Billy's fingers slid in to the white valley and opened the cheeks further exposing the tight pink boy hole. He ran the tip of a finger across and around the hole slowly making love to it. I noticed he shifted his position so the tip of his hard manhood was just inches away from Lance's ass. Billy used both hands and spread the cheeks further apart. He jutted his crotch forward till the tip of his flared mushroom head touched that most private boy spot. Either it was good or bad, that could be debated, but all the excitement and sensation was just too much. Billy's cock exploded sending volleys of cum across Lance's asshole and butt checks. A deep growl emanated from Billy. With the shower water raining down on us and me vigorously washing his hair, Lance was unaware of anything that happened. I rinsed Lance's hair and made sure his back and ass were well washed and rinsed then sent him off with a towel to dry and get dressed. Billy was sitting on the floor, back against the wall crying. I bent down next to him and asked what was wrong. He said he was just so fucking happy. That he could die tomorrow and be satisfied. That if he never ever got to touch a kid again, the memory of this would keep him hard for the rest of his life. He said he didn't know how he could ever repay me. I told him not to sweat it. If some day I was in trouble he could try to help me out. It's a deal he replied. The shower scene had happened six months ago and just as life does, it gets busy. No situation presented itself for anything more. And now here we were with me calling in that favor. "I got it." Billy called out. You could hear the triumph in his voice and see the broad smile on his face as he strode into the room. "I found the master root and all the hidden files. I even got it from the cloud and an off-site file he has sent it to. There is no sign that he sent it to any other person so I think you are safe." "Thanks man. I definitely owe you for this." He winked at me. "Let's call it even." "It's a deal." I replied. "Now what about him?" Billy turned his gaze to Jack. Jack shrunk back into the couch. "Well," I paused. "Cole what does your daddy do when you're a bad boy?" "He spanks me." Cole replied with a giggle . Jack looked up. "You wouldn't dare." "Oh but I would dare." I laughed as I dropped down on the couch next to Jack. I ruffled his hair. "Maybe we should handcuff you, bend you over and take turns spanking you, fucking you. We could gag you and teach the boys about bondage. The possibilities are endless." I had a big grin on my face. Jack had fear written all over his. "Or you know what," I dropped my right hand down onto his chest and twisted his nipple. "You could just get down on your hands and knees between my legs and suck my fucking cock while your nine year old son sticks his little prick into your daddy ass and fucks you. And then we can call it even." Jack stared at me a moment. Then looked over to Officer Pederson and all his gear. He waited another moment then slipped to the floor. I spread my legs and he crawled in between them. Jack slowly started to lap at my balls and then up the underside of my cock before sucking it into his mouth. I ruffled his hair. "Good boy" I laughed. Looking over to Cole. "So what do you think sport? You wanna fuck your daddy?" Cole shyly shook his head no. I was surprised. "Is it okay if I suck his cock while he sucks you?" Cole was a true bottom boy. And that's okay. We don't all have to be versatile. "That is perfectly okay sport." Cole got a smile on his face and crawled under his dad. "I'll do it." Lance spoke up with enthusiasm in his voice. "Do what?" I asked, knowing dam well what he meant. "I'll fuck Mr. Taylor in his fucking daddy ass." Lance was now standing behind Jack with his little boner already to go. "So you like fucking daddies huh." I laughed. "I better warn the neighborhood." "Can I please?" Lance whined. "Go for it son." Lance grabbed the lube that was still lying on the floor and swirled some around Jack's asshole then pushed a finger in. Jack just kept sucking me. It was obvious my big cock wasn't his first one to suck. Lance lined his pecker up and pushed in. Jack didn't even really feel it but Lance sure liked it. "I'm feeling kinda left out here buddy." Billy commented. "How much time do you have?" "I just logged off shift when you texted." "Well shit then get naked and I'm sure we can find something for you to do." Cole came out from under his dad. "I'll help." "I get to help to." Lance added. I thought he sounded a little jealous. Billy laughed. "Of course you can both help." Billy took off his weapons belt and set it on top of a bookcase. Then sat on the edge of a chair and stretched his legs out in front of him. Lance pulled out of Jack, not that he noticed, and knelt down at Billy's right foot. Cole knelt down at the left. I let go of Jacks head, I figured he might want to watch our sons discover Billy's body. He actually kept sucking for a while on his own before getting up on the couch next to me. "Okay boys why don't you start with my shoes and then the socks." Billy's voice was friendly and warm .Lance and Cole untied his shoes and slipped them off, then rolled down his socks and removed them as well. "Now why don't you suck on my big toes?" Billy smiled. Cole drove right in, Lance hesitated a moment but then not wanting to be out done, slipped the short thick toe into his mouth. "Man I could get use to just this." Billy sighed. Lance stuck with the big toe but Cole played the field and worked them all. "This is great but let's try something else now." Billy sat up right. "Come up here alongside me and take off my shirt." Again Cole being the boy slut jumped up faster and was at Bill's side before Lance even got off his knees. The boys took turns unbuttoning the uniform shirt and pull it from the adult arms. They worked together with each grasping an edge of the under shirt and pulling it up till they reached Billy's chest. He leaned forward and stretched his arms out so they could pull it off. Once done Billy returned to sitting upright. Cole already had his hands roaming over Billy's chest but this time Lance wasn't far behind. The little white hands caressed across the sleek milk chocolate skin on his chest and stomach. "Lick my nipples, puppies." Billy placed a hand behind each of their heads and pulled them into his chest. The small pink tongues licked across the erect nubs of his nipples. Billy put both of his hands behind his head. "Now lick my pits with those sexy tongues of yours." And bam, Cole dove straight in. Lance was slower again and I got the impression he wasn't happy with Cole right now. As our two boys licked away at Billy's pits he looked over at us and this time he sneered. He saw the two dads of these two naked nine year old boys, who were lapping away at his arm pits, sitting there staring with erections begging to be touched. Neither Jack nor I dared to touch ourselves because we knew we would explode immediately. Billy gave out a warm deep laugh. "Good boys. Let me stand up and we will go to the pants next." Both boys backed off and as soon as he stood up Cole of course went straight for the zipper. Billy grasped his hands. "Now Cole, I appreciate your eagerness but you don't do anything until I tell you. Do you understand?" Billy had a small scolding tone in his voice. "Yes, sorry." Cole sighed with disappointment. "Cole, you call me sir, it's yes sir, sorry sir." Now Billy's voice was firm and direct. "Yes sir, I understand sir." Cole said it right but had a smile on his face. "Good." Billy winked at Cole. "You two will take turns, I want Lance to open my belt. Will you do that for me Lance?" Now Lance got a smile on his face. He got to go first. "Yes sir." He said with enthusiasm. Lance eagerly set forth trying to open up Billy's belt. But since Billy being a policeman didn't wear the typical trousers belt but wore a tactical belt (yes you can google it.) Lance found himself becoming frustrated at being unable to open the simple loop. Billy didn't offer to help. After a few minutes Lance gave up in a pout. "I can't do it sir." "Well I'm sorry to hear that." Billy said sympathetically. "You know ever since I discovered that I wanted a very special boy in my life I had hoped it would be you Lance." "But I want to be your very special boy." Lance whined and dropped his head down. Billy took two fingers and placed then under Lance's chin and raised his head up. "If you really wanted to be my very special boy. Wanted to be the first boy to ever suck my cock, then you won't give up so easy. Any boy who really wanted to be my fuck toy would have tried harder." "But I can't do it." Lance was ready to cry. "Can't? Really or just don't want to make the effort? But it's okay. I understand." And then Billy said the magic words. Despite his lust filled fog he was noticing all the dynamics of what was playing out between Lance and Cole. As I said he was pretty smart. "It's okay Lance. I'm sure Cole is willing to be my very special boy." Billy played his ace card. The emotional manipulation of my son made my cock jerk and a gob of precum bubbled out of the tip as I moaned. Jack looked at me and laughed. "Perv." I looked at him and told him to shut up. It's not like he was going to win any father of the year awards. And with those words Lance was hooked. With great determination his fingers flew back to the belt and made his best effort to open the belt. It took several more minutes. You could see the frustration again growing on his face. But then almost by magic the loop opened and he was able to remove the belt. The look of triumph radiated across his face. "I knew you could do it." Billy said as he bent down and kissed Lance on the head. "I just knew you wanted to be my special cocksucker." Billy stood up and looked at Cole. "Your turn. Open the button." Cole's fingers easily popped open the button at the top of the pants. "Good boy." Billy ruffled Cole's hair. "And now Lance open my zipper." This of course went very easy and after Lance had the zipper pulled down he instructed the two boys to each take a side of his pants and pull them down on the count of three. "One, Two, Three." Billy counted. And his pants came sliding down his legs. Once the boys had them to the floor he stepped out of them. Billy stood before us in just his boxers and they were very tented out. Billy apparently felt this was taking too long because next he hooked his fingers into his boxers and slid them down and off. Standing back up he was fully erect with 9 ½ inches of throbbing hard cock. He was already dripping precum. The boys were kneeling at his feet staring up. Cole in awe and Lance looking at his old friend in a new light. Billy stepped over Lance and as he did a glob of precum dropped down onto his upturned face. He grabbed his weapons belt off the shelf rack, returned to the front of the boys and put it on. God that was sexy. Naked with a throbbing hard on and around his waist the belt with the handcuffs, gun holster, mace spray, a night stick. Cole instinctively started to reach for Billy's cock. Lance realized it and pushed Cole aside and grasped onto the man meat in front of them. Billy sunk his fingers into Lance's hair and jerked his head back. In surprise Lance let go and gripped onto Billy's hand. "Did I give you permission to touch my cock?" Billy growled. The rough action and his mean voice made my cock jerk again. "No, but." Lance whined. "No, but nothing. You don't do anything unless I tell you, understood?" "Yes sir." Lance replied but was still squirming under Billy's grasp. "I don't want to spank you, but if you don't follow the rules I will." My cock jerked again at the thought. A bubble of precum formed at my tip. "Sorry sir." Lance stopped his struggle. "What you did to Cole was rude. I want you to apologize." Billy's voice softened to his usual deep rich buttery tone. Lance hesitated. Billy gripped his hair harder. "I'm sorry Cole." Lance quickly blurted out. "That's good son." Billy released his grip and Lance relaxed. "Now Cole." Billy turned his attention to him and squatted down in front of him. "I know you want to play with me but I have known Lance ever since he was born. We have been friends a long, long time. Ever since I discovered that I wanted a very special boy in my life, I just knew that I wanted Lance to be that boy. Now you and I can play together but Lance gets to be first. Do you think you understand that?" Cole shook his head yes. "I think so." "Very good boy." Billy gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then turned to Lance. "Come here." Was all he said. Lance stepped up to him and Billy put a hand behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Billy drove his tongue into the sweet little mouth and tongue fucked him as his other hand caressed his body and slid down to the tight little ass. He slipped a finger into the valley till he hit the tight little pucker. His finger tip touched Lance's virgin hole, and finding it still greased from Jacks earlier finger fucking, Billy was able to slip the finger in. Billy now increased his tongue fucking of Lance's mouth as he plunged in his finger and fucked his ass with it. Lance went limp in Billy's arms from the intensity of feelings he was receiving. After a few minutes of this Billy knew he needed to cool his jets or he would cum to soon. He withdrew his finger and you could actually hear Lance moan in disappointment. Billy smiled at that as he pulled his mouth away. Lance's head followed not wanting to break the contact but soon realized it was over. "Very good boy." Billy praised as he ruffled Lance's hair and stood up. Smiling down at the naked nine year old in front of him. "Lance." "Yes sir." Lance replied meekly. "I want you to lick my balls." Lance dove his head down to Billy's balls and lapped away as if he was as big of a boy slut as Cole. "Oh fuck yea that feels so good, little boy licking my big balls. Warming my cum up." It was hot seeing the little face buried into the ball sack as the big hard man cock throbbed above his head. Cole knelt up alongside Lance and you could see the desire and jealousy on his face. Billy reached down and ruffled Cole's hair. "Don't worry, your next." Billy let Lance spend a full three minutes on his balls before he again twisted his fingers into my son's hair and pulled his head up. Up till the mouth was at the tip of his cock. "Open your mouth cocksucker." Billy said with much lust in his voice. Lance did and Billy slid half his cock in till Lance gagged. Then he pulled up on the small head in his hands and pushed it back down. "Lick my balls faggot." Billy growled. Cole knew he meant him and immediately set about his task. Jack and I sat back watching what was before us. Our cocks throbbing. The cop naked except for his weapons belt around his waist with our two naked nine year old son's in front of him. The contrast of his chocolate skin and their white alabaster faces, pink tongues and red lips as one licked his balls and the other was getting faced fucked by that hard 9 ½ inch man cock. Thrusting in and out. He was using our little boys, our first born for his own personal sexual gratification. He was using them as their own fathers let him. Instead of protecting them, we perved on the sight. We moaned at the depravity of it. Our own hard cocks throbbed in front of us ready to explode. How fucking sick could we be to let him sexually assault our sons? "Oh fucking hell." Billy moaned. "Your fucking faggot cocksucker sons are so good at this. I bet they will moan like whores in heat when I slide this big cock into their hot little boy pussy's and fuck them. Yea fucking lick my balls you little cum slut. Take my cock boy. Suck my cock into that little faggot cock sucking nine year old mouth of yours." Jack wasn't sneering now as both of our cocks twitched at the site of him using our sons. Billy pulled Lance's head up and off his hard cock as the first volley of cum shot out of it. Lance still in cock sucking mode had his mouth open and you could see the glob of cum shoot up into his mouth. Out of instinct Lance closed his mouth and the second shot sprayed across his face. Billy used his left hand and pointed his cock down to Cole's face as the third jet sprayed across it. Cole being the slut he was turned his face up and Billy shoved his cock in as his fourth jet of cum exploded into the sweet little mouth. The sheer sight of this caused me to explode myself, up onto my stomach and chest. Jack grabbed his cock in hand and with a few strokes also blew. Billy exhausted from the intensity of finally experiencing his dream, staggered back a few feet to a chair and collapsed down to it. Cole was right behind him and latched his lips around the slowly softening cock and milked it for any leftover cum. Lance was a little stunned. But when Billy told him to go to me and let me lick his face clean, he seemed to snap out of it and only took a second to jump to his feet and rush over to me. My little boy, my son, my nine year old son stood before me with another man's cum on his face and I leaned in and licked and licked till it was all gone. I heard both Jack and Billy chuckling, but I thought fuck them. We all sat there catching our breaths, relishing the moment. Time passed and Jack said that we needed to clean up because his wife would be home soon. We all cleaned up with wet cloths and opened windows to air out the sex smell then dressed. With Lance and I and Billy walking out the front door, after promising Cole and Jack that we would get together again, I said to Billy that he better come over and say hi to my wife. I was sure she would have noticed the cop car out front and would have been hurt if Billy didn't say hi. Billy stopped at his car and locked his weapons belt in the trunk After Billy did his duty with greeting my wife and me explaining we had just been shooting the shit with Jack, she asked if it was okay to go and help her mother for a few days. Her dad just had hip surgery and mom in law was struggling to deal with everything. Of course I agreed and within the hour she was gone. We had pizza for dinner and sat around after drinking bourbon as Lance watched a movie. I offered Lance a sip of my drink which surprisingly he kinda liked by the time he had his fourth sip. Yes you're right he didn't like it the first time but I kinda firmly suggested he try it again and again till he did. Oh don't judge me. Billy needed to piss and when he left the room I picked Lance up and carried him to my bedroom. I stripped him as I went dropping his clothes to the floor. In the bedroom I quickly stripped myself and then I propped myself up against the headboard and laid Lance down on his stomach on top of my body so his head was cradled in the nape of my neck. I pulled his legs apart so they were on either side of me. Billy followed the trail of little boy clothes into my bedroom. He came up alongside the bed and slowly stripped out of his clothes. "Tell me what you." He said with a growl. "I want you to fuck my son, old friend. I want you to bust his cherry. To spread open his nine year old virgin ass and fill him up with your hard man cock. I want you to take him.I offer him to you so you can fulfill your fantasy. "Thanks old friend."Billy just smiled. "Lube?" "In the bottom drawer." I pointed to a bedside table. Billy spread a generous portion on his finger and dropped a glob on Lance's hole. He quickly had a finger into the tight ass and Lance didn't really react having been fingered before. When Billy stuck in a second finger and twisted it around, Lance's body jerked and he whimpered into my neck. I brushed his hair and stroked his back soothingly. "That's okay sport, you'll like getting fucked. You'll like having Billy's big man cock in your asshole. It will hurt at first but you have to be a big boy and tough it out. You can do that for me. You can make me proud." The big fingers worked their way in and out. Billy didn't want to rush this. After a few minutes and Lance relaxed the third finger went in. Now Lance's body did jerk and Lance moaned that it hurt. But after a few more minutes and maybe another sip of bourbon he relaxed again. I told him how good he was doing and how happy he was making us. Some people are just naturally open to getting fucked more than others, Cole for example. Lance however was a typical boy who needed to be worked in to it. Helped along. I knew he wanted this even if he didn't realize it himself. I knew once this was all done he would thank us and want to do it again. Billy straddled across my legs and brought his drooling cock tip up to Lance's asshole. He removed his fingers slowly and put the head of his cock against the pink rosebud. I could see it open slowly, spreading out wider and wider as the hard cock pushed its way in. It was amazing to see how wide that tight little hole could stretch as the fat black head drove in deeper. The cock was in up to the flare of the mushroom head and Lance's hole stretched to its limit. With a little thrust Billy sank the rest of the head in. The rosebud clamped shut and around the slender shaft. It was like Lance's ass was locking the cock in. Billy emitted a low guttural growl. Lance jerked and yelped. I held his head and rubbed his back.My cock throbbed. Billy waited a few minutes and then slipped about an inch in and back. Lance whimpered but didn't jerk about. Billy started to thrust just the inch slowly in and out. After the fourth time he went a tad deeper. Each time Billy went deeper Lance whimpered but didn't pull away. Billy worked his cock in and out several thrusts before a little more went in. He repeated this pattern till he hit about six inches out of the 9 ½. "That's all the further I'm going to go today sport." Lance murmured he could go further. I'm sure he was thinking that Cole took all of mine and he was just as good as Cole. "No not today. Next time I fuck you I will go a little deeper. And each time I fuck you after that I will go deeper. I promise that for your tenth birthday I will bury all of my cock in your sweet little boy cunt." "Okay sir." Lance said softly. I was amazed at Billy's self-control. He got a good fucking rhythm going but didn't go any deeper than the six inches. "Oh man this is so fucking incredible to be fucking your cocksucker son's pussy. Look at how my big cock slides in and out stretching his hole." Billy moaned while staring me straight in the eyes. "I took your sons cherry. His first fuck is my big black cock. His ass is so fucking hot and tight." Billy was taunting me and I loved it. "Fucking perv, letting another man fuck your nine year old son as you hold him in place." Billy added this with a sneer. In and out that black cock slid between the white globes and across the pink now puffy boy hole. Billy went faster but maintained his depth. Lance's breaths were jagged and timed to the thrusts that assaulted his insides. Billy started to breathe harder. It was obvious that a climax was on its way. On his next thrust in Billy yelled out. `I'm cumming. Take my cum bitch boy. I'm filling your son's faggot ass with my cum." You could see from the expression on Billy's face that he was climaxing. His breath labored as he shot load after load into the tightest hole he had ever fucked. I didn't even have to touch myself. This all set me off and my cock twitched and cum spewed out. Billy collapsed down on top of Lance and I. He laid there for a moment then slipped his arms in between Lance and my chest. Billy rolled off, with Lance still impaled on his cock and dropped onto the bed spooning Lance. We all rested as our breaths came back to normal. Then it happened. The moment where I knew Lance was still my son but was now Billy's boy. Was Billy's fuck toy to use as he wanted. Lance sighed and said. "I love you Daddy Billy. Will you fuck me again sir."