Date: Mon, 04 Mar 2024 21:54:10 +0000
From: R F <rfnaughtystories@proton.me>
Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Paul's Ride Home

I had originally planned some more fun for Paul that first meeting with
Terry, but I felt it pulled away from the main story. A reader enjoyed
their scenes together though, so I decided to turn the original idea into
this side story with Paul as the main character. It takes place on the ride
home after he met up with Terry in the woods in part 3.

Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to
rfnaughtystories@proton.me

***

I made my way back to my car rubbing my neck. Terry really knows how to
treat a man right. I look down at myself, seeing the spit and cum on my new
suit. I had just bought this one. It was a nice upgrade though. The
partners at work love it when I come in looking sloppy. Terry at least kept
it in one piece. They normally aren't so kind. I'll have to make sure they
know this one needs to stay together, at least for the weekend.

I decided to take the back way home today. It was late and it's nice
driving around after a good time. I just let myself drive around,
meandering my way home. Suddenly, I saw flashing lights behind me and a
short siren. This way also tends to come with fun surprises once in a
while.

The officer walked up to the driver's side of my car and looked in. He
looked a lot like Terry. Young, lean, and a bulge in his pants twice the
size it should be. I wanted to hop out of the car and get on my knees
immediately.

"Look what we have here." He says, looking inside the lowered window. I had
taken off my jacket which showed off my soiled dress shirt.

"License and registration." He demands, pretending to ignore the state of
me.

"I've got it right here." I reach over to my jacket pocket. I hand them to
him and he stands up straight. His bulge was right in my face.

"Paul Faggot?" Did he just say what I hope he said?

"Sir?" I blink in surprise.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, faggot."

"Yes, sir." I tilt my head out of the car to look up at the man. He looks
down at me and my dreams come true. His hand comes to my neck and he turns
my head to look at his bulge. "It says here, you're a professional
cocksucker."

I think I recognize this guy. He's one of Terry's teammates! He knows
exactly who I am.

I do my best to nod. "Yes, sir."

"Do you see a cock that needs sucking?"

"Not yet, sir." The bulge continues to grow as he brings my face closer to
it.

"Do you think that's a problem?" He rubs my face against his crotch.

"Yes, sir." I reach my hands up for his belt. He holds my head in place
while I undo it as quickly as I can. We're on the side of the road and
somebody could come by any second. His belt comes undone and I yank his
pants down. He grips his cock in one hand and the back of my head with his
other.

"Suck my fucking cock." I open my mouth as he slams his dick down my
throat. I gag on the thick, sweaty dick. I open my throat best I can before
he pulls me away and slams it down my throat again. I gasp for air before
he thrusts in once again. "I get why Terry and Nick are keeping you all to
themselves. You really take it like a fucking champ."

I try to nod but he just slams my head down to his pubes again. I spit up,
covering my face and shirt with even more saliva. I was in heaven. I live
for being a toy for these boys. I lose track of time as he stands against
my car slamming his cock deep down my throat.

I saw a flash of lights down the road and suddenly the assault on my throat
quickened considerably. "I'm gonna fucking cum down your faggot
throat. Take my god damn cock." He was moving my head back and forth faster
and faster until finally, he held my head against his pubes for a few
seconds. I could feel his spunk hitting the back of my throat but I
couldn't taste it. He held me there for longer than I expected. I was
spitting up around his cock repeatedly. I started to push away but finally
the pulses stopped and he released me. I gasped for air, wiping my mouth
with my arm and shirt.

"I'm going to let you off with a warning. But I'll send somebody by your
place to make sure you get home ok." Will he also fuck me? My ass is ready
for more. He was tapping away on his phone as he spoke, looking at my
license. Probably giving somebody my address.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He hands me back my documents. "Have a good night," he adds as he walks
back to his cruiser. I readjust myself and wait for him to drive away. Once
he does, I head home once more.

***

At my house, I see a car in my driveway that I assume is the cop's
friend. He was blocking my way into the garage so I park off to the side,
so he can get out later. Once I turn my car off, the man gets out and heads
to my driver's side window like his friend had.

"You do look like a fucking faggot." He says immediately. He easily could
be on Terry's team too. He had the same lean build of the rest of them. He
was much less clean cut than his cop friend and was only wearing a tank top
and gym shorts. I could see a clear outline of his cock in them. He must
not have had time to throw on some underwear, or just chose not to wear
it. He probably ran straight out once his friend texted him.

He reached in and wiped some spit off of my face with his fingers. Then, he
pushed them into my mouth as far as he could get them. I wasn't prepared
and spit up around them. "Good boy." He pulled his fingers away and looked
me up and down. "You're disgusting. Take off those clothes."

I look around the area and don't see anybody. My neighbors aren't close,
but they aren't far either. The man grabbed my neck. "Did you fucking hear
me faggot?"

I nod and start unbuttoning my shirt. I pull off my clothes and end up
sitting naked in the front seat. "Good boy. Now let's get inside." He moves
away from the door and I hop out of the car covering my cock with my hands.

The man spits on my hands and grabs them away. "You're not tricking anybody
faggot. We know your tiny fucking wiener isn't gonna be seen by
anybody. Give me your keys and get to your front door. I was told to make
sure you get inside safely."

I hand my keys over and rush to the door. My walkway is hidden by some
bushes but not completely. I think back to Terry doing nearly the same
thing. Luckily then, nobody was around. The man took his time getting to
the door. "Get on your knees." He points to the welcome mat. At some point
he'd removed his own cock from his shorts and it was growing as I watched.

"Suck my cock while I get this door open." I'm kneeling against my door,
facing him and the street. The man looks down at me, not making any effort
to open my door. I look up at him and he spits in my face. "I said to suck
my fucking cock." I quickly look back down and take it in my mouth. He
pushes against me until my head is against the door. "Good faggot."

He pushes into me several times before I hear any keys jangle at all. It's
quiet out except for the sounds of me choking on this man's cock. My saliva
continues to cover my face and chest. The man looks down at me, still
barely interested in opening the door. "Ugh. I hate looking at tiny fucking
cocks." He leans further onto me, stepping on my little dick and balls. I
can feel his boots against my ballsack and it makes me nearly cum right
then.

That was when I heard footsteps. Was somebody going to see me like this? My
throat opened up at the prospect of getting caught. My cock would have
grown the little it does if it wasn't under the man's foot. The man found
it suddenly easier to get the sounds he obviously desired from me. But my
mind was racing at it potentially being a neighbor. The footsteps got
closer until they finally, they stopped next to us. I couldn't see anything
through the tears around my eyes and the pubes in my face.

"Everything okay here?" A deep voice asked us. My chokes were clearly
audible but the man seemed unconcerned.

"Yea, my friend here needed help getting home and I was trying to figure
out which key was for his front door."

"Need any help taking a look? I'm sure we can figure it out between the two
of us."

"That'd be awesome dude." My throat was emptied of his cock and the new man
I hadn't yet seen grabbed me by my hair before I could get a look at
him. He turned me around and stood me against the door, pushing my face
against it. He stuffed his fingers down my throat coating his hand in
saliva and throat slime before bringing his hands down to his own cock.

His cock roughly entered my hole. He pulled in and out twice before
bottoming out in me. If anybody else came by they would definitely see us
now. My mind was worried but my body couldn't get enough. My cock was
leaking precum all over the glass window as he slammed into me. He grabbed
my keys from the other man and jangled them in front of me holding one
between his fingers. "Is this the house key?" It was not. I shake my
head. He shoves his fingers into my mouth once more making me spit up onto
the window. "Wow, this guys a dumbass, isn't he?"

"He is. Doesn't even know which key is for his front door."

"How about this one?" It was a new key, but still wrong. I shake my head
again. His fingers enter my mouth and I spit up once more. While he jangles
my own keys in my face, he continues fucking me in the ass. I hadn't seen
his cock but I could tell it was thick as hell. My hole was being stretched
out and the spit wasn't quite enough to keep away the pain. But the
pleasure was overwhelming.

He finally jangles the correct key in front of me and I nod my head. I wait
for his fingers anyway but instead he simply puts the key in the door and
turns it. "Look at that. Wasn't that easy?" He pushes the door open and I
nearly fall forward but he catches me. It was only to help himself
though. He pulled his cock out of me and let me fall the rest of the way to
the floor.

Before I can get up, a shirt is wrapped around my eyes. "We got this faggot
home. We deserve a reward right?" I look up but can't see through the
shirt.

"Of course. His throat is a black hole. It felt like q prize to me." I feel
fingers in my mouth and ass. "You really split this open. I love fucking a
gaping hole."

"You're welcome bro. I've gotta get back on my run. Get ready for a quickie
faggot." I twist around on all fours and open my mouth. Both cocks enter
one hole each in unison. The runner grabbed my head and suddenly my mouth
was full once more. Without mercy he pumped my throat trying to cum as fast
as he could. The man fucking my ass did his best to keep up.

"This hole is so fucking slick." I could barely think as the man fucked my
face. "I'm getting close. Fuck. Open up faggot."

He holds my head in place, right against his pubes. I could feel his balls
against my chin. He pulled me back slowly. I licked his shaft as it inched
out of my mouth and I caught my breath. My lips were spread wide to take
him all in. Then with one final thrust he filled me once again and I felt
his balls tighten up. "I'm fucking cumming faggot. Drink up." I feel his
cock pulse along my lips and feel his cum hit the back of my throat as I
choke.

"Fuck yea. That got me going bro. I'm cumming too." The man fucking my ass
sped up and was sliding past my prostate over and over. Between the two I
could barely hold myself up. I was leaking precum all over the floor. Under
the shirt, all I could see were stars.

The two men suddenly stopped moving, just pushing as deep into me as they
could get. Time stopped except for the pulsing of their cocks in my
holes. Finally they both released me and I collapsed onto the floor into my
own spit.

"Glad you got home safe, bro." The runner grabbed his shirt off my head and
was out the door in seconds. I never did get a good look at him. The cop's
friend took a little longer to get situated. I could feel him give my
asshole a good lick before he too stood up.

"All in a good night's work right? Stay safe." A minute later, I hear his
car start and him driving off. I take a moment to compose myself. I check
that the front door is closed and I see my keys on the counter next to it.

Before I could stop myself, I starting jerking off and within seconds I
added my own load next to the saliva and cum on the floor under me.

***

The next morning, I was in my bosses office.

"So last night you got passed around by five different guys and you don't
remember making it to your bed?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you need this suit in one piece so one of them can use you in some
secret sex plan this weekend?"

"Yes, sir."

"That certainly explains why your hole is still fucking loose as hell." My
boss was behind me, railing my still gaping asshole during our morning
meeting.

"Can you stop asking him questions? That random runner got more of his
fucking throat than I will at this rate." His assistant was waiting
patiently to fuck my face again after my boss asked about my night.

"Yea, yea. Get back in there."

"Thank God." He quickly assaulted my throat once more.

Before he got in two pumps though, my boss yells out, "Fuck, we've got a 10
o'clock. Finish so Paul can go get changed."

"Damn it. I'm not going to finish. Don't ask so many questions next time."
The assistant let me go and I caught my breath.

"At least I'm almost there." My boss thrust into me a few more times before
blasting his cum deep in my hole. "Always a good start to the morning." He
smacks my ass as he pulls out. "Go get cleaned up."

I pull my pants up. This is the life. I smile as I leave the office to
change into my good suit.

Twenty minutes later, I'm standing in the front of the room, speaking to
one of our clients as if I didn't have my bosses cum leaking out of my
asshole. "Welcome, sir"

***

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