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Characters:

Bradley van der Meer | Caucasian; Age 22; Straight, light brown hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Starting QB -- University Football team

 

Jon Swenson | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, neck-length, light blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 10"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Secretary-Treasurer -- PIΚΕ Social Cmte.; High School Football QB & Baseball

 

Kevin Striklin | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, medium length, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 170 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Wrestling

 

Taylor Harris | Caucasian; Age 21; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 2"; 180 lbs.; Striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady; University Senior; Vice President -- PIΚΕ; RB -- University Football team

 

Tanner Harris | Caucasian; Age 17; Straight, neck-length, dark, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6'; 160 lbs.; Like his older brother, striking resemblance -- young Tom Brady; Calhoun Academy (All-Boys, private school) Senior; QB -- Football team; Pitcher -- Baseball

Todd Dreyer | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, blonde hair; 6' 2"; Blue eyes; 170 lbs.; University Senior; Member -- PIΚΕ; Rower -- University team

 

Colin Miller | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 4"; 200 lbs.; University Junior; Boarding School Football & Baseball

 

Matt Jensen | Caucasian; Age 20; Short, white-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 160 lbs.; University Junior; Secretary -- PIΚΕ; Wrestler -- University Wrestling team

 

Luke Jost | Caucasian; Age 21; Curly, brown hair; 6' 2"; Brown eyes; 170lbs.; University Senior; Treasurer -- PIΚΕ; Football (Sidelined) University team

 

Ryan Cook | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, light auburn hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE); High School Football & Baseball

 

Dylan d'Abaco | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, black hair -- shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 0"; 170 lbs.; Olive completion (Italian); University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team

 

Chase James | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, dark blonde hair; Light gray-green eyes; 6' 1"; 175 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- TKE; Rugby -- University team; Boarding School Rugby

 

Mason Alexander | Caucasian; Age 19; Straight, brown hair; Brown eyes; 5' 11"; 160 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball

 

Chris Flynn | Irish-American descent; Age 19; Straight, dark auburn hair; Gray eyes; 6' 1"; 165 lbs.; University Sophomore; Member -- PIΚΕ; High School Football & Basketball

 

Tyler Harmon | Caucasian; Age 20; Neck-length, straight brown hair; Hazel eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs.; High School Football (RB) & Baseball

 

Dave Lembi | Caucasian; Age 20; Straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 1"; 170 lbs.; High School Football & Baseball

 

Tyrese Lundsford | Biracial (Black/Asian); Age 22; Short, curly, black hair; Brown, Asian-shaped eyes; 6' 3"; 225 lbs.; University Senior; Vice President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas); TE -- University Football team

 

Darnell Ramsey | African-American; Age 21; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 210 lbs.; University Senior; President -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)

 

Deshawn Davis | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.; University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)

 

Trevon Whiteley | African-American; Age 20; Short, curly, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 6"; 215 lbs.; University Junior; Active -- Alpha Phi Alpha (Ice Cold Brothas)

 

Jonah Erickson | Caucasian; Age 18; Curly, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.; University Freshman; High School Basketball & Baseball

 

Officer Trey Douglas | African-American; Age 23; Short-fade, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs. Lives with Victoria Sprouse with whom he has one child. Has an ex-girlfriend with whom he has two children.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

 

Officer Akihiro Takahashi | Japanese-American descent; 26; Short, straight, black hair; Brown eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs. Married, with two children.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

 

Officer Justin O'Hare | Irish-American descent; 23; Crew-cut, medium red hair; Pale blue eyes; 6' 2"; 175 lbs. Married to Kristi and expecting their first child.; Rookie police officer on City Police Dept.

 

Jeff Sorenson | Caucasian; 33; Slicked-back, blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Married, with a two-year old girl and a 5-year-old boy; Attorney at the law firm representing the business interests of Kevin Striklin's father

 

Wade Johansen | Caucasian; 31; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs and a thick, 5" beard; Dark brown eyes; 6' 4"; 215 lbs.; Heavily muscled. Married and divorced three times, with (at least) five children (of which he's aware).; Convicted felon: Aggravated rape, Statutory rape, Armed robbery, Possession and sale of Class 2 and 3 drugs

 

Logan Johansen | Caucasian; 18; Short, dark auburn-brown hair with long, shaggy bangs; Dark brown eyes; 6' 3"; 190 lbs.; Heavily muscled.; University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); Wrestler -- University Wrestling team; High School Football & Wrestling; Summer Amateur Boxing; Younger brother of criminal Wade Johansen

 

Brendan Penner | Caucasian; 22; Straight, light-brown hair; Brown eyes; 6' 5"; 200 lbs.; University Senior; WR -- University Football team

 

Trent Lockridge | Caucasian; 21; Blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 4"; 190 lbs.; University Junior; Backup QB -- University Football team

 

Zach Lembi | Caucasian; 18; Long, light-blonde hair; Blue eyes; 6' 0"; 165 lbs.; University Freshman; Pledge -- Pi Kappa Epsilon (PIΚΕ); High School Football & Baseball; Younger brother of Dave Lembi (from Jon Swenson's hometown)

 

Cameron Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 18; Short, straight, blonde hair; Brown eyes; 6'; 175 lbs.; High School Football, Basketball, & Baseball

 

Caleb Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 16; Short, straight, light brown hair -- long bangs; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 145 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Lacrosse

 

Carver Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 13; Straight, medium-length, blonde hair; Brown eyes; 5' 9"; 135 lbs.; 8^th Grade; Junior High Soccer, Basketball, & Baseball

 

Victoria Sprouse | Caucasian; Age 36; Long, straight, blonde hair; Blue eyes; 5' 9"; 120 lbs.; Barbie doll figure; Mother to Cameron, Caleb, Carver, and Officer Douglas' baby boy

 

Jeff Sprouse | Caucasian; 36; Dark blonde hair; Blue eyes, 5' 11"; 160 lbs. Divorced; Father of the Sprouse boys; Partner at a regional law firm

 

Finn Michelsen | Caucasian; Age 17; Short, straight, light brown hair; Gray eyes; 5' 11"; 155 lbs.; High School Junior; High School Soccer & Baseball

 

 

-- Chapter 9 --

 

Jeff Sprouse had become a father at quite a young age, 18, but he had the societal privilege of coming from an upper middleclass family, who helped him through college and law school and supported his young family. That's not to say Jeff's parents were thrilled with his getting Victoria pregnant ...or with Victoria herself. They weren't, but they were polite to Victoria and tried to keep their advice to their son at a minimum. His parents couldn't quite put their finger on the reason Victoria didn't sit right with them, but when the truth came out at the time of the divorce, they looked at each other with knowing looks. Were it not for their three, beautiful grandsons, they would've wished they'd never heard of Victoria.

Those beautiful grandsons got their looks from not only their mother but also their father, a stunning 36-year-old with dark blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. At 5' 11" and 160 lbs., the man made quite an impression in his expensive suits, swaying many a female and male juror, not to mention a few judges. Mr. Sprouse was confident and intelligent, but his natural reserve and lawyerly thoughtfulness gave the impression to some of his being standoffish...until they got to know him, when he exhibited sincere warmth and considerable charm. Besides his training as a lawyer, however, there were other reasons for Jeff's reserve and shyness. His hesitation to extend himself to just anyone had its roots 21 years in the past with an unfortunate friendship with an older boy.

A year before then-15-year-old Jeff first met and began fucking the most beautiful girl in his class, Victoria, an extremely popular Senior and teammate of Jeff's on the football squad befriended him. Everyone in their high school seemed to think the handsome Senior, Paul, walked on water--what with his looks, athletic ability, and considerable charm--so, naturally, Jeff felt especially honored that this demigod took a liking to him, a lowly Sophomore.

Over a two-month period, the two shot hoops at Paul's house, swam a Jeff's, and they even went on double dates together occasionally. One night on one of these double dates, when things got a little hot-and-heavy in the front seat, Jeff and his date got out, freeing-up the backseat, and walked up the gravel road a ways, chatting. On their return, the younger couple watched awkwardly the wild rocking of the car, its open back doors, and Paul's naked legs hanging out in the night air.

A few days later, Jeff was hanging out at Paul's house one afternoon when the house was empty, save for the two boys. Up in Paul's bedroom, the older, popular jock insisted on giving Jeff strategies to improve his game with chicks, despite Jeff's protests. Sitting on the side of Paul's bed, both boys were dressed only in basketball shorts, having recently finished shooting hoops on rather warm day. Holding Jeff securely around his waist, "It's the tits," Paul began, "You've got to focus on a girl's tits first." The older boy gripped and squeezed Jeff's pec, rolling his nipple between his long fingers, sending electric charges through the younger boy's body, as Paul's mouth went for his neck, licking up-and-down its length. Laughing, Jeff tried pushing Paul away, but the older stud was stronger...a-n-d more determined. The boys ended up on their sides on the bed, with Paul licking and sucking Jeff's pecs while the younger boy strummed his fingers through Paul's thick, chestnut hair. That was about all there was to the first tussle, leaving both laughing and Jeff embarrassed.

About a week and a half later found the boys in the exact same situation, with Paul insisting Jeff needed his tutorage. This lesson began, focusing on cock--specifically, how girls melted under the scent and power of cock--almost any cock. Relatively innocent, what happened next took young Jeff totally by surprise...or more correctly, shock. Standing in front of Jeff, seated on the side of the bed, dressed only in a pair of navy-blue basketball shorts, Paul grabbed the younger boy's head, holding his face flat against the silky material over his groin. "You gotta get it so she can smell it," Paul explained. "You gotta get your pants open, so that musk can float up into her head. Then, she'll be a-l-l about getting it in her mouth and cunt. Understand?"

Jeff pushed with all his might against the granite-corded thighs of the Senior, yelling at him to stop, though to no avail. "Y-e-a-h, breathe me in, bitch ...smell that cock good," Paul instructed. Jeff could tell the older boy was obviously no longer wearing his jockstrap--Paul having intentionally removed it in the bathroom following their game--as the big, hard meat flopped around all over his face, much to Jeff's shock and dismay. Then, Paul released his hold, laughing as though it had been a big joke, so Jeff laughed along, wanting to be cool.

"Okay, so what I said is true. You gotta get it so she can smell it, and once it gets in her head, that's all she can think about--cock--cock, cock, and more cock. That's what you're thinking now, isn't it?" Paul laughed.

"Yeah, right!" Jeff scoffed.

"You smelled it, right??" Paul goaded.

Jeff rolled his eyes, "How could I not?"

"Smells like a rose, doesn't it?" Paul asked, inciting the laughter of both.

"Hardly!" Jeff rebuked.

Without a blink, Paul pushed Jeff back on the bed, groping the younger boy's crotch roughly, feeling the hard-on trapped beneath the younger boy's jock. It happened so fast Jeff had no time to think. "Then why are you hard, motherfucker??" Paul yelled. "Don't tell me my cock doesn't turn cunts on!!"

Jeff laughed, not knowing how to take his friend, but, just as suddenly, Paul dropped his shorts and manhandled the younger boy completely onto the bed. The older jock climbed on top of Jeff in reverse position, such that his hard, 7" cock hung suspended above the 15-year-old's face, advising, "It's all about technique, dude. You've gotta have the moves and technique. So, watch and learn, boy... watch and learn." Despite Jeff's repeated, emphatic "no's", Paul pulled Jeff's legs up, yanking his shorts off, exposing the younger boy's hot, round, smooth ass framed in a jockstrap--the same ass he'd targeted in the showers months ago. "You've never eaten cunt, have ya'?" the handsome Senior asked rhetorically, spreading Jeff's legs apart and diving face-first into the Sophomore's succulent, round butt.

"Oh, god! Oh, god, no!" Jeff thrashed his head from side-to-side on the bed, knowing what Paul did was wrong but in complete extasy with the actions of the tongue on his virgin rosebud. "Stop! Oh, fuck! Fuck! What're you doing?? Fuck!"

"Ah-h-h, this is some s-w-e-e-t cunt you got! I can't get enough of it," Paul murmured--his nose wedged between the tight, smooth globes. Paul was no stranger to boy-pussy, having fucked his older, jock many-a-night, and while Paul got plenty of real pussy, he hungered every now and then for some sweet boy-cunt on the side. With his older brother being away at college this year, Paul's roaming eyes landed on young Jeff's plump, glistening mounds in the locker room showers, and he'd had set his sights on the innocent 15-year-old. Relentlessly, Paul licked and sucked Jeff's smooth, pink, virgin rosebud, while using his fingers to pull the tight flower open so he could drive his thick tongue inside.

Gradually, Paul lowered his hips until his hard cock found Jeff's open, moaning mouth below. The tongue thrusting inside him made Jeff mindless, so he willingly took the fat, gooey cockhead inside, wrapping his lips around it and enthusiastically sucking his idol's cock. The thought quickly passed through the 15-year-old's mind that eating ass was f-a-r worse than sucking cock--not that he'd have Paul stop for a second, the sensation was out of this world! So, Jeff sucked with abandon, enthusiastically, while Paul probed the virgin hole with his tongue.

It wasn't until Paul stopped the rimming, dropped Jeff's lower torso to the bed, and twisted around on the younger boy that Jeff realized things might be out of hand. With the powerful, older boy's thick, muscular thighs trapping him, the young, blonde boy had nowhere to go, and, besides, Jeff idolized his handsome, popular friend. So, when Paul directed his hard cock once again to young teen's mouth, rubbing its slimy cockhead across his pink lips, he again took the spongy head inside his mouth.

However, once he had Jeff where he wanted him, Paul showed a different side of himself, a less respectful, less friendly side. "Y-e-a-h, just like any other cunt, once you smelled it...once you saw it, you were a-l-l over that cock, weren't you, bitch?? You were a-l-l about that cock, weren't you, fag??"

Jeff tried pushing Paul back, even hitting him good in the stomach once, but the older boy grabbed his wrists, holding them down on the bed. "Get your teeth off my cock or you'll leave here without any balls, understand??" Paul growled. "This is gonna happen, because you want it to happen! You've been tagging around with me the last few months like a puppy. Why? Because you know I'm better than you, and you want some of me to rub-off on you." Paul may have actually thought this, but, in fact, Jeff Sprouse came from better breeding and was far more intelligent. (He was just young and naïve at the time.)

"Yeah, suck that cock, bitch!" Paul encouraged. "And such a pretty bitch too. Wanna hear a story? I watched you before and after practice last fall...and in the showers. Oh, especially in the showers! You may be good on the field, Jeffy, but you got a girl's ass on you...so round and smooth. Only difference is yours is hard...a hard, fat ass. That's how I knew you had a cunt between your legs, see? And I just proved it by eating it out! The second I had my tongue inside it, you couldn't get enough of my big cock! ...just like any girl. Anyway, when I started noticing you in the shower, I thought, `Paul, you gotta get some of that tail', and...now I've got you. In public, we're just friends, but in private, you're gonna be my little bitch."

Jeff closed his eyes to the face heaping scorn on him, unable to look his friend in the eyes. `But are we friends? Were we ever?' the handsome teen thought to himself. With his eyes closed, Jeff was able to focus on the cockhead inside his wet mouth, following his tormentor's guidance.

"Yeah, roll that tongue on my cock and suck some more of that juice down, babe," Paul said less hatefully. "That's it..." After a few minutes lolling and sucking the big, spongy head, the Senior stud announced, "Now, I'm gonna let go of your hands, and you're gonna be a good girl. No more hitting or pushing, `k? Just focus on my cock. Suck it like you're suckin' now--like you can't live without it. Oh y-e-a-h, that's it!"

The handsome 15-year-old had, in fact, `gotten into it', pushing his head upward to get more of the hard cock inside his mouth. Jeff found its steady stream of precum savory and tantalizing--both sweet and salty at the same time, coming from one of the most popular dudes in the whole school. The handsome boy wanted the older stud's seed inside him, feeling it would make him more like Paul, more virile and confident with chicks. Still with his eyes closed, Jeff was lost in a world to himself, making out with the older boy's fat cockhead inside his mouth.

Sensing Jeff's acquiescence, Paul let go of Jeff's wrists and quietly propped himself over the 15-year-old, as though he were doing push-ups, never pushing more than about three inches inside the boy's hungry mouth. This round, Paul intended to fill Jeff's young mouth with cum, so he'd get a good taste his spooge--maybe even love it, though Paul couldn't imagine anything more gross. (Well, he could, actually, but he'd rather not think about that.) The older jock would wait for another time to begin teaching the boy to deep throat, so he planned. Feeling young Jeff's hands rubbing the backs of his thighs, Paul thought for sure he'd found himself a budding, little cock-whore.

Soon, Paul was pistoning his cock rapidly inside the warm, wet mouth, with its amazing tongue, until he could no longer hold back. One, two, three, four thick shots filled Jeff's eager mouth to overflowing, as the boy clutched at his idol's hard, round ass. Despite swallowing as much and as quickly as he could, thick, white globs of cum oozed from around the fat cock and Jeff's swollen, pink lips. The warm slime slid downward over the blonde boy's fair cheeks and over his neck onto the bedding below. At the last minute--not seeing the boy's already messy face--Paul hoisted himself up, yanked his cock out, and fired the last two shots across young Jeff's handsome face.

Laughing, Paul rolled off his victim, collapsing exhausted next to Jeff on the bed. He was so proud of himself. "Fucking faggot. Now, you're my little c-o-c-k-sucker, Jeffy! How's it feel?? Hey, maybe I'll tell Evan about you ...invite him over. How'd ya' like that, faggot?? ...get spit-roasted by us studs?? Get ya' on the bed doggie-style then fuck you in the ass, while ole Evan feeds ya' his big cock! Turn ya' into a real cock-hound, boy!"

Any fragile hope of reciprocity vanished in that moment for Jeff. Inexperienced, he tried wiping and opening his eye, as the cum stung and burned his sensitive organ. "Fuck, it burns! I can't open my eye!" The hot, little 15-year-old hopped out of bed, grabbed his shorts and shoes, and ran for the bathroom to flush his eye with water and wash his face.

The manipulative Senior, laughing and rolling on the bed, failed to notice the boy grabbing his shorts and shoes. Listening to the water running next door, Paul salivated for round two--taking the younger boy's cherry as soon as he returned. However, after flushing his now-bloodshot eye and washing his face, Jeff hastily dressed and raced downstairs, running half-way home before breaking into tears and walking the rest of the way utterly humiliated and full of self-hate. It was a much different time then. Jeff didn't grab his t-shirt or windbreaker, but he didn't care. Those were of very small value compared to his loss of self-esteem and the mountain of humiliation under which he now lay.

There was never another incident between Jeff and Paul nor had Paul told his bud, Evan, about his conquest--never actually having intended to do so, fearing Evan would think him a fag. Jeff's mom or the cleaning lady would hand the boy messages, saying Paul called, wanting Jeff to return the call, but the now-more worldly 15-year-old took them to his room and threw them in the trash. With mere days left in the school year, the boy kept himself surrounded by his real friends, not giving Paul an opportunity to pick him off. Then Paul graduated, and that was the end of it.

Over-sexed Victoria transferred into Jeff's high school that fall, and, following three or four months of sucking and fucking her way through five other dudes, she landed on Jeff, who was most eager to forget his nightmare with Paul. Realizing the exceptionally handsome boy was well-off, she fucked him with abandon--off the pill and without condom--such that, by October of their Senior year, Victoria gave birth to Jeff's first son, Cameron, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Through their early years of marriage, despite the stress of college and law school, the couple fucked like bunnies, producing Caleb and Carver ...much to the dismay of Jeff's parents, footing the bill for all this, and, over the next 21 years, much water flowed under the bridge. Of course, raising the boys, while rewarding, was demanding as was Jeff's exceptional law career, and, gradually, the unfortunate incident with Paul became a distant memory, only rearing its head every now and then, such as, when he was introduced to an exceptionally handsome prosecutor, plaintiff, or witness. The consummate professional, Jeff masked and suppressed any wayward imaginings ...about the man's cock--its size, its sweet taste ... how it would feel with his legs wrapped around the man's waist. No, to all, Jeff Sprouse was impeccable in his professionalism and appearance, drawing the flirtatious--though unrequited--eye of many women, and this is the reason many in political circles viewed Jeff as the ideal, unblemished candidate for State Attorney General.

Then things changed. The first blow to Jeff's world order and self-esteem came when he discovered his wife in bed with the pool boy, a teenager from down the block. Afterward, rumors whirled around the attorney--a neighbor hinting to Jeff that he'd seen a strange man driving a certain construction company's pickup coming-and-going multiple times, for example. Suggestions were dropped at the country club of a close relationship between Victoria and a certain stable boy. Then the final bomb was dropped when a security guard caught Victoria in the parking garage giving head to a young attorney in Jeff's office, a man with whom she'd been having an affair for a couple of months. (Why they couldn't have waited until they got to the hotel first is anyone's guess.) As a partner in the firm, Jeff fired the attorney and filed for divorce--devasted by his wife's infidelity, having loved her deeply.

The second blow to Jeff Sprouse's confidence came when he got a visit one evening from Victoria's new lover, Trey. As with the admittedly hot pool boy and the handsome, young attorney, Jeff's mind wandered to a place he'd prefer it never go, seeing the young, Black stud in his crisp police uniform--a place where Jeff exchanged places with his wife, making his cock uncomfortable in its confines. This awkward first meeting was relatively short--perhaps 30 minutes--with Trey offering his friendship and urging Jeff to stop by a-n-y time, day or night, to visit his sons or just to share a beer--just he and Jeff. Whatever animosity existed between Victoria and Jeff was their business, not his, according to Trey. As far as he was concerned, the hot 23-year-old just wanted to be good friends with Jeff. This, of course, was a welcome invitation to Mr. Sprouse, warming to the young policeman's charm and handsomeness, and, after a drink and some small talk about the boys, Trey left and that was the extent of the first visit.

The second (again, unannounced) visit followed around 10 days later along the same itinerary, except this meeting lasted about an hour, as Trey poured on the charm and humor over a couple whiskey sours. Despite the awkward circumstances of their intersection, Jeff couldn't help but like the handsome, young cop. Though he couldn't imagine going to the house to share a beer with Trey, Jeff encouraged the hot, Black buck, "Stop by "anytime. My door is always open."

About a week after that, at around 10:45 p.m., Jeff was awake and working, though dressed for bed, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, when Trey stopped by the condo unannounced. The purpose of the visit this time was a made-up incident involving Carver, asking for Mr. Sprouse's suggestion on how to discipline the boy. Naturally, the handsome, 36-year-old attorney invited Trey inside, took his coat, and fixed them both whiskey sours--Jeff's third that evening--while the young cop removed his shoes at the door.

Trey removed his gun belt, complaining of its weight, setting it on the floor next to the armchair, where he then sat with his legs sprawled apart. Jeff tried to excuse himself to put on a robe, but Trey wouldn't hear of it. "We're friends! Forget it and sit down. I'm sorry I stopped by so late." So, shrugging his shoulders, Jeff sat on the sofa directly across from the stunning, 23-year-old cop, listening and sipping his drink. Whatever he may have thought about his ex-wife, the successful attorney liked this latest boyfriend of hers--so personable...and so good-looking. Mr. Sprouse hadn't been friends with any Black men before, and he was taken by Trey's handsome, narrow face and his eyes that were almost Asiatic. He'd momentarily zoned-out, when he was shaken from his reverie by Trey's booming voice.

"Dude, are you listening to me??" Trey didn't wait for a response, though, lowering his voice, he apologized, "I shouldn't have come this late. You're probably exhausted and should be in bed."

"No, no, no. I'm sorry. Please repeat the last part," Mr. Sprouse insisted.

"He lied to me! The little shit lied to me last night about where he'd been!" Trey exclaimed indignantly. "So, what do think I'd ought to do...whoop him??"

"No, no, never hit them!" Jeff looked shocked at the idea of his boys being beaten. "Ground him for a couple of weeks, but never strike him."

"You gotta be shittin' me! You never spanked them??" Trey looked incredulously at the man sitting across from him. "Hell, my grandpa beat my Black ass so many times it has calluses! Never did me any harm! Didn't your old man whoop you?? Don't tell me you were a perfect angel!"

"Well, I certainly wasn't an angel, but my parents never disciplined me like that, and I don't want my boys disciplined like that," Mr. Sprouse answered firmly, his head spinning a bit from the alcohol. "Just ground him and explain clearly why you're doing it and why it was wrong for him to lie. Where had he been anyway?"

"He told me he had a ballgame, but when I was cruising around, I saw him and some other cracker behind that adult bookstore down by the railroad tracks on Locust, looking through porn they'd paid some faggot to buy them!" Trey lied. "They're lucky some nigga didn't snatch them up and sell `em into White slavery!"

Jeff's mouth hung open in shock--both at idea of Carver being in derelict, sketchy part of town--outside an adult bookstore, no less--but also at the visual drawn for him of a Black man sexually abusing his youngest son. The fact Trey referred to his son as a `cracker' (in a roundabout way) did not go unnoticed either, making Jeff wonder whether the young cop had a certain disdain for all white people, including himself.

"Say, can I use your john?" Trey asked, standing.

Jeff nodded `yes', then getting his voice back, answering, "Yeah, yeah. It's down the hall. First door on the left."

"Give me your glass. I'll make you another drink on the way back," Trey offered.

"No, I've had enough for tonight, but you can make yourself another, if you'd like," Jeff deferred.

"Give it to me," Trey ordered, standing with his full crotch on display in front of the seated attorney. The handsome father of three relented, handing the hot, Black cop his tumbler.

Inside the bathroom, Trey opened his belt, unhooked the top fastener, and unzipped his uniform pants. While nicely pressed, they were an old pair that he'd decided to sacrifice for the kill. Using his considerable strength, he intentionally broke its zipper, pulled his pants up, and buckled his belt--without hooking the fastener at the top of the pants. Now, because the striking, young cop had intentionally gone commando, there wasn't much holding his thick, 10-inch cock inside, especially without the fastener being hooked. Then taking a small vile from his pocket, Trey poured some GhB inside Mr. Sprouse's glass before returning to the living room wet bar, where he made the attorney another whiskey sour.

"That's a fancy bathroom!" Trey said with his back to Jeff, mixing the drink. "I love that color of marble in there."

Mr. Sprouse mumbled a `thanks', the worry of his youngest son's (supposed) behavior growing ever deeper.

Standing about three feet in front of Mr. Sprouse's face, Trey chuckled nervously, ""I'm really embarrassed. I've got some explaining to do. I've been meaning to throw these pants away, and now the fuckin' zipper's broke!" Weaving his lie further, Trey elaborated, "A-n-d that fuckin' Caleb was doing laundry all last night, hoggin' the machine, so I wasn't able to wash my whites. I figured it was better to go without than to put on a pair with dried cum in it. Ya' know mean?" Trey laughed at his crude joke, still acting innocent, while pointing out the obvious. His fly, not closed completely, revealed a sliver of his cock's dark black skin--the juicy meat bursting to be set free.

To say Jeff was shocked would be an understatement. His mouth gaped, as his eyes tried focusing on the huge, dark package partially exposed before him.

Then, instead of sitting in the armchair, Trey turned and sat against Jeff Sprouse on the sofa, throwing his arm around the attorney's neck. "I see I've got you worried about your boy, and I'm sorry to come here and dump this on you. It's bad, I know. First, they come to our neighborhood lookin' for porn, then they get introduced to dope--grass, first, then worse. Then they start sellin' their asses for some coke. Ya' know what I mean?" Trey chuckled lowly, watching Mr. Sprouse slam back the laced drink. "And the brothers down there...they got some big, ole Black meat they love shovin' up some lily-white tail--male or female, it don't make no difference."

The young cop, striking in his appearance, hugged Jeff's neck closer, quietly adding, "I'm glad I can come here and talk to you. I don't know anything about raising teenage boys; I'm too young. Of course, you're not that much older--what? ...just about 13 years. You were pretty young to become a father too, weren't ya? That Victoria...she got quite a cunt on her--a real Venus flytrap for unsuspectin' men." Trey chuckled again.

There's a certain point after taking GhB wherein a person's comprehension is limited--focusing on one thing here and another, there--but, worse, he's left unable to speak. Jeff Sprouse had reached this point ... and Trey was well-aware.

The hot 23-year-old slumped just an inch or two down on the sofa, and the flap of his fly gave way--the hard, 10-inch cock springing free of its confines. Trey hugged Jeff's neck closer, reaching over with his other hand to pet the opposite side of the attorney's flawless face.

With his head on Trey's shoulder and his face pointing down, the thick, hard, 10-inch cock filled Jeff's vision and was so different from his cock or any other he'd seen, its shaft being darker than Trey himself, having a cockhead of a slightly lighter shade as to have an almost purple cast. To the attorney, it was a magnificent display of manhood. The thick meat throbbing in the air coupled with the sound of Trey's low murmuring had a hypnotizing effect on the drugged man, as saliva filled Jeff's mouth to overflowing. A large dollop attached to a long strand of the fluid fell into tight, curly pubes below, as the young, Black cop pulled Jeff's hand over and around his big cock, slowly guiding it up-and-down the heavy shaft.

"Y-e-a-h, help a working man out, big guy," Trey murmured, "Help a man in blue." He massaged the back of Jeff's neck, continuing to guide the man's hand up-and-down the big piece of meat for a couple of minutes, purring into his ear, until he slowly withdrew the hand covering Jeff's.

Seeing the attorney keep his grip on the thick, black meat, Trey whispered into Jeff's ear, "Feel that strength? ...that p-o-w-e-r?? It's a lot bigger than yours, I understand ...at least according to Vic." Trey chuckled quietly. "She told me yours wasn't big enough to hit her spot ...not like mine. I make that bitch scream every night with this cock, I tell ya'. Oh-h-h, she l-o-v-e some Black cock inside her hot, little cunt, ...fillin' her full of my nigga cum."

At five and a half inches hard, Jeff Sprouse already felt inferior to the young stud, with his 10-inch cock, but to hear that his ex-wife talked about him so disparagingly lowered his spirits further. In his drug addled brain, however, Jeff felt the hard, black python commanded his respect and admiration. It was easy, envisioning Victoria with her legs wrapped any man (or boy) but most especially around this young, Black god ...and a part of him actually envied her--his admiration for the silk-covered steel in his hand was so compelling. So enthralled by the big phallus and so fucked-up was his brain--with no sense of time or space--that the 36-year-old father of three didn't feel his blonde head being pushed down onto the cock, sensing only that the big slab of meat seemed to be growing ever larger in his vision, drawing even more of his adoration. The large, black hand once again covered his hand on the thick shaft, directing the manhood toward his lips, as Trey purred, "Open, baby... Open wide now..." And the dark, spongy cockhead entered Jeff Sprouse's very wet, very hungry mouth.

Twenty-one years of repression crumbled to the ground, as Jeff took the cockhead between his lips (with the aid of the GhB, of course). His desires for all those handsome men and boys with whom he'd maintained his professionalism or kept his distance over the years flooded forth with the young, Black buck's meat now in his mouth, as Jeff's tongue lolled around the fat head, sucking down its intermittent flow of sweet, viscous precum. God, how he loved this cock! God, how he desired this young stud! Requiring more of Trey inside him--making him better, making him complete--Jeff opened his jaws wider, twisting his head on the magnificent manhood, trying too soon to take too much and causing him to come off the huge cock, gagging and coughing.

Trey lifted Jeff's head, murmuring into the man's ear, "I think we're gonna be real good friends--you and me." He paused, adding, "I like you a lot." He kissed the older man's cheek ...and kissed it again. Then, Trey bent his neck and kissed Jeff softly on the lips before pushing his thick tongue inside the wet mouth of the handsome father of three, tasting salty remnants of himself.

This was the first little bit of affection Mr. Sprouse had experienced in over two years, and with the GhB removing his inhibitions, he opened to the kiss, his tongue rubbing against the invader, as he wrapped his arms around the young cop, holding this messenger of hope and a much brighter future tightly.

"Ah-h-h, baby," Trey whispered in his ear, "I've had my eyes on you since the first time I saw your picture ... That face, baby... Then I met you, and not only were you hotter than your pic, but you got an ass on you beggin' for cock!" The young, Black cop drilled his tongue in Jeff's ear--a new-found erotic zone for the handsome attorney. "And I said to myself, `Man, I gotta get me some of that pretty man's tail!' Ya' know?" Trey murmured, groping Jeff's pecs through his t-shirt, licking down the man's neck. "Oh-h-h, yeah... S-w-e-e-t man-pussy..." he purred, licking down the older man's perfect jawline until his thick, slobbery lips covered Jeff's, driving his tongue inside to dual with the other, as his hands reached under the man's t-shirt, lifting it over Jeff's head and tossing it aside.

"You've been needin' cock for some time now, haven't ya, Mr. Sprouse?" Trey purred into Jeff's sloppy ear, as he ran his fingers through the light blonde hair covering the man's pecs. "Well... ya' landed on the right stud, Jeffy. I'm gonna give you more cock than you can handle, dude! Gonna give da White man some big, Black cock! How's dat sound, Massa' Sprouse? You wants some big, ole nigga cock, does ya'?? ...fuckin' ya' up da ass? I pumps da' massa' so-o-o full of cum he has him a little half-breed eva' year! ...just likes his missus!" Trey held a deep dislike of upper- and upper-middleclass White people--a dislike mixed with envy--thinking most to harbor racist thoughts, and this was his way of letting them know who was on top now.

Trey stood, quickly shedding his clothes, and climbed onto the sofa, straddling the handsome father of three, where he grabbed Jeff's head like a ball, rubbing the man's handsome face into his musky groin--his thick, black cock marking every square inch. "O-o-o-o, you White folk have such soft, pretty hair," Trey purred, his fingers intwined in Mr. Sprouse's straight, blonde hair. "I'm gonna turn you into as big a cock-whore as your ex-! Now, open!" the striking, young cop ordered.

In that position (and for a newbie), it was impossible for the drugged 36-year-old to accept the thrusting, black meat, and gagging, Jeff managed to push Trey off the sofa, but his reprieve was short-lived. The young cop angrily hoisted him off the sofa and, with one of Jeff's arms around his neck, carried the attorney to his bedroom, where he threw him on the bed. Trey went back to the wet bar, fixing another concoction to guarantee his victim's subjugation, then returned to the bedroom, feeding Mr. Sprouse the laced drink. Letting Jeff flop back on the bed, Trey stripped the handsome man of his socks and sweats then flipped him onto his stomach, whereupon he gazed on a perfectly hard, round, mouth-watering butt.

`How can a 36-year-old man have such a f-i-n-e ass??' Trey wondered, his cock filling with blood again. `The man must do 200 squats a day! He has just as nice as ass--if not better--as that 20-year-old wrestler I pulled over last month and fucked!' Trey decided, fondly recalling the hot dude he'd pulled-over and given a choice between a DUI and the wrestler's virgin boy-cunt.

The young, Black cop h-a-d to have a closer look, so he pulled the man by his legs until they draped over the end of the bed, leaving Jeff's awesome butt at its foot. Though the kissing earlier had crossed a line for the young cop, Trey's heart beat a little faster, knowing he may be doing something even `gayer' (as he defined it) than he'd done before--namely, getting a closer look at a man's asshole. You see, to date, Trey's experience with man-sex was restricted to awkward situations with limited intimacy, such as in traffic stops, back alleys, or restroom stalls. Here, in the quiet of Jeff Sprouse's bedroom, the man's incredible, awesome ass called to the hot, young cop to have a closer look, and so, he slowly knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed between Jeff's legs.

Trey placed his hands on the pale, muscular thighs on either side of his chest, feeling their light covering of blonde hair that, as he rubbed upward over their surface toward the large mounds at the foot of the bed, grew lighter and lighter until all but disappearing. So plump yet so hard were Jeff's smooth globes Trey couldn't fathom it, squeezing and groping them obsessively. Then, he gripped the mounds, spreading them apart to reveal the most beautiful, little rosebud so smooth and pink. Trey's mind became foggy, as he leaned in, smelling not what he expected but rather the man's subtle, alluring scent.

Any messages of which Trey's brain had been warning--about what constituted an act being `gay' or `not-gay'--were silenced, as the 23-year-old stud leaned in even further. `This may not be pussy', his brain told him, `but it sure as fuck ain't a man either.' With his nose now between Mr. Sprouse's smooth mounds, Trey's full lips hovered a mere inch above the seductive, virgin flower, as the young, Black stud gingerly extended his tongue for the first time to man-pussy.

As Jeff's son, Carver, knew well--having watched from between the stair balusters nightly while Trey ate his mom out--the hot, young cop l-o-v-e-d him some pussy, and once started, this cunnilingus could last for the better part an hour...again, as Carver could attest. Trey quickly became lost in this new...whatever it was...lapping at the flower, up the tight crevasse, and at the beautiful curves formed by the hard, smooth mounds.

Too drugged now to fully comprehend what was happening but not so much as to be unable to stimulated by the erotic sensations, Jeff Sprouse moaned loudly, keeping time with the magical tongue prodding his electric orifice--not that he could have told you it was a tongue or even that it was Trey bringing him such delight. The handsome attorney wanted badly to arch his butt and spread his legs further, but he had no control of his extremities...or any other part his body. He could see his hands--blearily, for instance; he just couldn't move them. Nor could Jeff find words with which to communicate; all he could do was moan and groan--his deep baritone reverberating through the room. Barely hanging on to consciousness, deep moans welled from within Jeff, as Trey licked, sucked, and prodded the little hole buried between his hard, fat ass cheeks.

With his nose and mouth buried between the big, tight globes, Trey pulled at the little, pink star--his long, black fingers juxtaposed against the blonde man's creamy skin. In Trey's mind, the tiny hole shape-shifted into a rosebud with the sweetest nectar... then into a pair of lips--Victoria's lips, into which the handsome, Black buck tried jamming his thick tongue. It morphed again in Trey's mind, becoming the blonde woman's sweet, hot cunt, as the hot, 23-year-old cop lost his mind between Jeff Sprouse's big, hard globes. `Cunt ... cunt ... cunt' looped incessantly through Trey's mind, `Sweet, sweet pussy.'

There was something about this hot, older dude that made Trey want to be all up-inside-him ... all the time, like, fucking forever. He wanted to fuck Jeff Sprouse 24 hours a day, seven days a week--anywhere and everywhere. That's what Trey's brain demanded that moment.

Yeah, Jeff was more than handsome. In his expensive, custom-made suits, the man looked like he belonged in an ad with some hot woman, promoting something very expensive, like a fucking Bentley, what with his perfect jawline and smooth, blonde hair. However, none of this was the reason pussy-pounding Trey now wanted nothing more than to walk around with his cock shoved inside Jeff's ass 24x7. With half his face wedged between the attorney's granite mounds, Trey's brain was inundated by the fog of the 36-year-old's subtle, seductive pheromones.

After 15 minutes spent eating the attorney's luscious ass, Trey raised his face up and stood--a sneer across his handsome face, his eyelids heavy with lust. Hoisting Mr. Sprouse further up the bed, the young cop lifted the man's hips, shoving two, large bed pillows underneath--one on top the other--and, in doing so, discovered the man was fully hard, leaking copious amounts of clear, sticky precum that covered Trey's hand and forearm.

Standing back, he did the previously unimaginable. His reason clouded and disabled by the father of three's seductive scent, Trey lifted his forearm to his mouth and stuck his pink tongue out, sliding it through the clear ooze just above his wrist. Closing his eyes, they rolled in his head, absorbing the alluring sweetness of the white dude's essence, now laying face-down, ass-up across the bed. The young, Black stud needed more. Through heavily-lidded eyes, he looked down at the thick slime in his palm, again dragging his tongue through the blonde man's rich seed--his long tongue probing between and around his fingers, trying to capture every drop, as his thick, 10-inch cock throbbed and bounced eagerly in the air.

From seemingly out of left field, Trey had the strongest desire to roll Jeff over and take the white man inside his mouth--the man's seed drugging his thoughts. Days later, when he finally recalled this part of the story, the young cop would boil over with anger at himself, taking it out on a drunk, white, frat dude, punching him and charging the boy with resisting arrest when nothing could be further from the truth. It'd be a cold day in hell before you'd see the 23-year-old man-in-blue on his knees between the legs of a white man sucking cock! (...no matter how...enticing...the cock was).

Naked, Trey walked back to the living room, pulled a small bottle of lube from his uniform coat pocket along with a small plastic bag, then returned to the bedroom, climbing onto the bed between the blonde man's legs and behind his upturned ass. He coated his long middle finger with lube and worked it inside the pink, cherry rosebud, eliciting a deep groan from Mr. Sprouse. "Oh-h-h, you may not like it now, bitch, but you'll come to wonder how you ever lived without me," Trey chuckled, pouring more lube around his finger before shoving it back inside the handsome attorney's hot, tight hole, searching for the man's `cunt button'.

The groaning continued even after Trey found the hard nut inside the Sprouse man's smooth, pink pussy. High on the GHB, Jeff's mind was a thick, muddy fog, from which he was unable to form words. He felt separated from his body, though every now and then the pain emanating from his anus brought him back to earth, as he groaned in response to the now-two, long fingers plunging and twisting through his tight rosebud. Gradually, as the young cop's fingers found their target and began rubbing across the hard nut inside the blonde man's smooth, hard ass, electric shocks of pleasure pierced through the swirling clouds inside his head, and the up-and-coming, successful attorney's groans morphed into moans.

"Y-e-a-h, that's it, bitch. I knew you'd come around. Everyone thinks you're the shit ... big-ass lawyer gonna run for state A.G. ... women droolin' all over your ass. `Oh, he's so handsome and nice!'" Trey mimicked in falsetto. "But after tonight, you're just gonna be another straight-lookin' man with a cunt between his legs--a cunt owned by my black ass," Trey rasped--his throat husky with lust, his cock hard and bobbing in the air. "You know that, Mista' Sprouse??"

Realizing Jeff was too drugged to fuck doggie-style--on his knees and forearms--the young cop pulled the pillows from under the attorney's midsection, flipped him on his back, and shoved the two pillows under Jeff Sprouse's succulent butt. "Oh-h-h y-e-a-h, you got one mighty-fine pussy there, bitch ...almost as sweet as your ex-wife's ... you know, the bitch I fuck every night now? When I'm done with you tonight, you gonna be hooked on Black cock as she is!" Trey lifted the blonde man's legs in the air and placed them on his strong, broad shoulders--the white calves with their light covering of blonde hair juxtaposed the smooth, dark, muscular pecs.

Of course, none of these words--these taunts--made any sense in Jeff's drug-addled mind. He only heard fragments, here and there. Nor was he aware his feet rested on the young, black officer's bare shoulders--principally because he couldn't keep his eyes open. In fact, the handsome attorney drifted in-and-out of consciousness, coming-to only with the sting of Trey's hand against his smooth cheeks.

Coating the fleshy, purple head on the end of his 10-inch slab of stud meat, the young officer pressed it against the smooth, pale pink rosebud, where the two organs consecrated a fateful kiss--the latter denying entry to the former, yet, kissing dangerously all the same. And still, the eager organ persisted, and, still, the shy one demurred--the heat of the one pressing against the promise of the other. In the end, though, the heat of perseverance overwhelmed the resistance of the sweet, shy one, as the thick, dark cockhead slipped its way inside the hot, tight mouth of the other, with pain shooting through the dense fog that was Jeff Sprouse's brain.

"A-a-a-a-a-a!!!" the man screamed loudly in pain--three inches of thick, black cock lodged inside his tight colon. Though his blue eyes were now wide open, it was as if the handsome attorney were looking through a film of Vaseline. Indeed, Jeff saw the smoldering Trey above him but didn't register what it was the young, Black man was doing to him to cause such pain.

Trey covered the handsome man's mouth with his large hand and withdrew his cock from the tight heat below. "Fuck! I was afraid of that," he muttered to himself, sitting back on his heals. He reached for the plastic baggie he'd earlier retrieved from the living room and produced a small crystal, and lubing his long, black finger, he pressed the rock far inside the father-of-three's newly violated flower. As it melted inside the hot orifice, a relaxing warmth flowed through his veins, as he began rubbing his hands up-and-down the young, Black cop's thighs.

Trey smiled to himself, as he again pressed his fat, purple cockhead to the tiny pink, star. While requiring nearly the same degree of force to broach the entrance a second time, the handsome, blonde attorney--aside from a few, sharp intakes of breath--seemed not to notice, staring up blankly at Trey.

"That's right, pretty man, you l-o-o-k at who's fuckin' your hot cunt now! Yeah, the first time I met you with the boys that time, I said to myself, `That man's got `Trey's cunt' written a-l-l over his ass!' And I knew it was just a matter of time before you'd be one of my bitches ...just like your ex-wife!" The young, Black stud laughed, pushing a couple more inches inside hot, tight channel. "And the nice thing about you is, try as I might, you ain't gettin' pregnant! I can fill you to the fuckin' eyeballs with my seed, and I still won't be payin' you any child support," he laughed.

With five inches remaining and the hole being so tight, Trey grabbed the man's legs from behind the knees, rolled him into a ball, and shoved his thick, dark cock slowly down to the root inside the hot, squeezing mancunt. "O-o-o-o, FUCK, you feel good, baby! ...even better than your old lady! I'm gonna keep tappin' this shit for a l-o-n-g time!"

The father-of-three's newly minted cunt-hole stretched impossibly around the thick, dark log, glistening with lube, as Trey's hard, round ass began rhythmically pumping in-and-out the most incredible cunt he'd ever fucked. The young cop's head tilted backward with his handsome face toward the ceiling--his eye's closed and mouth, slack, absorbing the rippling, massaging sensations thrilling his cock. He let the pale, muscular legs fall back against his shoulders, and rolling his head to the side, Trey stuck his long, pink tongue out, dragging it upward from the man's calf toward his foot. `This man was made to be fucked', he thought dreamingly, as his wet, curly, dark pubes battered against Jeff's hard ass.

Trey got off on inverse power dynamic between Black and White, whether it was some, young coed in the backseat of his patrol car, Victoria Sprouse, or now, this influential, 36-year-old, big-shot attorney. He liked the idea of owning--so completely--White folk. Trey owned this man now--his slab of meat feeding, filling the flawlessly handsome attorney. The talk the young Black man heard was the position of State Attorney General was Mr. Sprouse's for the asking, but Trey wanted the man as his private sex slave. He wanted his cum splattered over the bitch's pretty face. He wanted this White dude texting him, begging for Trey to stuff his needy cunt or pretty mouth with his superior Black cock.

Trey dropped the long, muscular legs and laid on top the blonde man, sucking his neck, while his hard, round ass pumped in-and-out the slurping cunt, wet with lube and pre-cum. The bitch was hard; Trey felt it trapped between their two, sweaty abs. Indeed, the long, thick Black cock thrust against something hard inside his ass that made Jeff's deep blue eyes roll in his head, while his hands roamed the hard, muscled back of the young man laying on top of him.

High on the roofie and now-melted crystal Trey had shoved inside his previously virgin flower, Jeff loved the cock pounding inside him, no longer knowing or even caring about the identity of this young, Black man. All he knew was the man fucking him was w-a-y hot and that he longed to put his tongue inside the man's evasive mouth, spewing all kinds of vulgarities at him. Was he a whore, as the man claimed? Was he now a woman? Jeff didn't know, but it felt so good, having the young stud's cock filling...his `cunt' as Trey called it. `Yeah, I'll be your whore,' Jeff thought, `Just keep fucking me.' He wanted to say these things, but he couldn't form the words. Then Jeff's eyes rolled inside his head again, as thick cum barreled up his uncomfortably trapped cock, firing nowhere but between the two set of sweaty abs--one White, the other Black.

"You fucking bitch! You just fucking came while my cock is pounding your cunt! You are a total fag! You know that?? A real man would think this is his worst nightmare: he'd never have came! But you... you fuckin' came! And listen to yourself, faggot, moaning and holdin' onto me like a fuckin' bitch!! Jesus Christ! I got me another cunt to fill on a regular! ...a titless bitch!"

Sweat dripped from Trey's smooth, dark face with now-rapid thrusts--his tight, black ass banging the hot attorney's throbbing, clutching pussy. Trey filled his mouth with saliva and spit in Jeff's handsome face, but the father-of-three continued rubbing his rapist's back, high on the roofie and crystal he'd been slipped. Precum and lube mixed, forming a thick, white goo that oozed around Mr. Sprouse's beautiful, new cunt, as the thick, dark cock thrust wildly in-and-out--the tight, black nut sack banging against the tender, white taint.

"F-u-c-k, you g-o-d-damned faggot!" Trey yelled, unable to control his churning balls, as his hot load shot through the 10-inch cock, filling the blonde attorney's tight cunt. "Aw-w-w! Oh-h-h! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the young stud moaned feeling load-after-load of his thick, white cream firing into his latest male victim--a man he actually thought would be impossible to compromise, being so far removed from his social circle, extremely intelligent, and painfully handsome.

`Surely, a new divorcee with Jeff Sprouse's looks and position was playing the field now', Trey had previously thought. That he'd managed to be passed the doorman in the attorney's condo building 10 days ago and allowed inside Sprouse's home for a visit was actually a huge surprise for the young cop, considering how distant and aloof-appearing Victoria's ex had been. However, passing these barriers, Trey knew he had a good shot at turning the handsome man ...with the help of a few chemicals, that is.

The young, Black stud laid on top of his new bitch--the two drenched in sweat, panting, trying to catch his breath. `What a h-o-t fuck Jeff Sprouse had been!!' Trey thought, reveling in the `milking' sensation the wet cunt continued providing his thick, black python. `Yeah... I'll be back m-a-n-y times to train and take my pleasure from this bitch! Fuck the others!' he chuckled to himself. The young, Black cop rested, sweat trickling into his eyes, pleased to feel the attorney's hands still roaming up-and-down his back, while the long, muscular legs locked around and rubbed against his own.

Finally, as his breathing calmed, Trey pushed himself up, rolled Mr. Sprouse up in a ball, and grabbed his phone. He filmed his thick, white goo belching from the attorney's wet, swollen hole...with Jeff's handsome, dazed face clearly in-frame from below. Standing on the bed, keeping the blonde man rolled-up, Trey filmed his still-tumescent, Black bull-cock slapping the messy, deflowered man-pussy while his toes dipped into Jeff's open mouth. The young cop jumped off the bed and spit several times on the father-of-three's handsome face before smacking the man's tongue with his dark juice- and cum-coated python, filming all the while.

That would have to do it for now. It was well-past the end of his shift, and Trey could see Victoria had called once already. He helped himself to Mr. Sprouse's shower and dressed. Before leaving, the young cop went back to the bedroom to check on his new bitch. There the handsome, blonde man lay, asleep now. Trey pulled the man up on the bed, propping his head on a soft pillow. `He really is hot', he thought, `like some Nordic model or something'. Then, the young, Black stud did something he never thought he'd ever do: he bent down, held Jeff's face, and kissed his open mouth, running his long fingers through the older man's soft, blonde hair.

Tired and dazed, Trey realized in the elevator going down he'd forgotten to get Sprouse's cell number. `Oh well, I'll nab it from one of the boys' phones. That's easy enough. Tell `em I'm making sure they're not watchin' porn.'

Trey would, however, be stunned and sorely disappointed at the lengths to which the attorney would go to keeping the young, Black stud's hungry cock distanced from the place whose name Mr. Sprouse kept sacred, ignoring the 23-year-old stud's attempts at blackmail.

End -- Chapter 11