Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:54:02 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: "A Year With Mr. Yates" 8

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August 9

Rain poured down on the top of the squad car. Sheriff Malone found himself
on a wet side road with nothing to do but watch would-be speeders slow down
when they saw him. Not as much fun as chasing them down but he did enjoy
the occasional looks of shock. Boredom would have made the whole night
worse than the rain if it wasn't for the stowaway in the floorboard between
his legs. For the last half-hour, Chad's beautiful, warm mouth had taken
him to the edge of cumming six times. This was his seventh journey and Chad
showed no signs of stopping.

"But, Daddy...why can't I come?"

The sheriff looked into that sweet face with its sweet innocence. Chad's
talented tongue circled the head of his cock, licking up the precum. For a
second, he thought he might give in to the angelic cocksucker and tell him
he could go.

Getting into their play, Mike said, "This is a big-boys' night. Only big
boys can come to this party. You'll have to wait until our next
play-night."

Chad pouted. Mike smiled, caressing his face.

 In the cramped space, he elongated his back as much as he could, then
dipped his head. His tongue slid into the space under the sheriff's full
balls. Mike squirmed, surprised at the kid's flexibility. The tongue worked
its way over the whole underside before coming up the shaft and around the
sensitive edge of the flared head. Chad's lips closed over the tip and he
sucked hard. Precum flooded his mouth and he used it to lube the
shaft. After a few more ups and downs, he pulled off again.

"I'd be the bestest boy, daddy. I'd do everything you said! I'd be so
good!" Chad lowered his mouth on the shaft. Sucking hard, he pulled back to
the head. It came out with a pop. "I'd let those nasty men put their hands
all over me! Other things, too!"

Mike shuddered when Chad mouthed him again. "Fuck, baby...you know daddy
would take you with him if he could but...fuck...yeah, just like
that...suck it. Suck it, baby!"

Doing as instructed, Chad throated the man's shaft. He felt it pulse
against his tongue and the back portion of his throat. A few times, the
sheriff bucked his hips, driving it further into him. Chad swallowed,
slipping his hand under the man's balls. He squeezed when he came up. The
combination of feelings gave him another few globs of precum to enjoy. Mike
eased him to a halt before he could get a good rhythm going.

"If I can't come to your party...will you at least put this in me?" Chad
gave the head of the man's cock a playful squeeze. He lapped up the
resulting precum. His voice returned to normal when he added, "Even if you
change your mind and let me come...how about you fuck me, sheriff?"

The man chuckled. "You know we can't do that. Somebody might see us."

"Not if we go into the woods."

"Into the...have you lost your cheese, boy?"

"Fuck me, sheriff. Please?" He stroked the man. "Come on...daddy...fuck
your good boy?"

"That ass is sweet but it's not worth getting fired for." The man eased
Chad's head back down. "How about you finish me off this time?"

After a few ups and downs, Chad pulled back. "Seriously. I want to go to
your get-together. You keep promising you'll take me. I want to go...and be
on the spit."

"I'll bet you do. All those horny fucks sliding their dicks into you sounds
like heaven to a slut like you, doesn't it?"

"You know it does. So, why can't I go, Mike?"

Having the seat pushed back all the way, the sheriff caressed the boy's
pleading face. "You want me to tell you the truth? Cause you're mine and I
don't want to share you with them. I'm not stupid, I know I'm not the only
one whose dick you suck or take up your ass but I don't have to see those
other guys. When you and me are together, it's just you and me."

Forgetting where they were or what the danger might be, Chad scrambled out
of the floorboard and into the sheriff's lap. Wrapping his arms around the
man, he kissed him hard on the lips. He was overcome with emotion and
arousal. Their kiss deepened and the sheriff's hard cock got even
harder. They continued kissing while Chad worked his pants loose. He shoved
them down while the sheriff shoved his tongue into the boy's mouth. They
kept kissing. Bare-assed under his pants, Chad reached for the hard cock
he'd been working forty-five minutes on. Using the copious precum and his
own spit, he made sure the thing was slick. Then, arching his back, he
brought his ass up. Sheriff Malone did the rest. Using his hips, he eased
into the boy. Chad groaned, nuzzling the side of the man's neck. The
sheriff pushed. Chad sighed.

"Ugh...oh...oh, fuck, daddy," he whispered, kissing the man's
neck. "Please...do me hard!"

To oblige him, Sheriff Malone took the boy in his arms, then laid him on
the seat. One sweet kiss was the last time the man would be gentle with
him. For the next hour, Mike Malone laid into the kid's ass, jackhammering
him with long, firm thrusts. The kid shook with each one, bracing himself
against the passenger door. He couldn't get out of his pants, which the
sheriff used as a kind of leash for him. This kept his ass turned in just
the right way for the fat cock to spear into him all the way to the
hilt. Sheriff Malone plowed the boy, never giving him a second to catch his
breath. Chad screamed! He moaned! He threw himself all over the seat but
Sheriff Malone kept at him!

"You wanted it hard, slut! Here's hard!"

Chad's breathing hitched. "Yes, daddy! YES! Fuck me hard!"

Holding to the back seat, Sheriff Malone corkscrewed his hips to get in
deeper. Chad screamed again, his back arched and his ass plugged. He
clenched hard, making his ass like a vice. Mike groaned. Chad pushed back
on him. The thick cock expanded. Thick globs of cum began shooting up into
Chad's tight hole. The sheriff groaned like an animal as he came. Chad's
own cock throbbed out its own load, the stuff hitting the vinyl seat and
oozing down. Over and over, he spit out his seed as the sheriff bred his
willing asshole.

"God, Mike...fuck, that was good!" Chad gasped, touching the man's
cheek. "I wish you could fuck me like that every day."

"I do, too, kid. But, you've got work, night classes, and I've got a wife."

"And kids," Chad said, kissing the man.

"Yep." Sheriff Malone said, sad and proud, at the same time. "Sorry, sweet
boy."

They were so lost in their own pleasure, neither one of them saw the
vehicle come around the corner, then slow, turn off its lights, and pull to
the shoulder of the road. Neither the cum-filled Chad or the grunting,
fucking Sheriff Malone saw the occupant of the car take out a phone and
start recording.

August 12

Dillon clicked send and his scheduled classes were saved. He was going to
give it a good hour before putting his plan into action. To get ready, he
took a shower, made sure he was clean all over, and put on his favorite
blue jock. He decided not to wear socks, more to take off. He put on short
shorts and a gray hoodie. Slipping on his shoes, he felt like he was ready
to hit it. He just hoped the target of his day's energies was ready to hit
it, too. Otherwise, this whole day was bound to be a disaster. This thought
kept him energized as he half-jogged, half-ran across town to a very swanky
apartment complex. Inside, he found the desired door and rang the bell. He
had wait a while but when the door opened, he told himself it was worth the
wait.

"Hey, teach," he said, waving. "You always answer the door like that?"

Freeman Sweeney gripped the towel tighter, making sure it wouldn't slip
down. "What...are you doing here, on a Saturday, Mr. Curry?"

For a second, Dillon's smug smile slipped. His eyes took in the whole of
the professor's semi-nude body and he was very appreciative of what he
saw. Just above the white towel's edge, he noticed the thick root of what
he knew to be a very thick cock. He wanted to reach for it but he knew he
had to take all this slow and easy or lose it all.

"Invite me in, Mr. Sweeney." Dillon slipped a hand down to his
crotch. "Let's pick up where we left off at Mr. Yates' house. Just you and
me."

"You're a student, Mr. Curry. Contrary to what you started at Nathaniel's
house, I'm not going to do anything with a student that will jeopardize my
job or their education."

"I'm not a student of yours, anymore. As of today, I'm attending the
college one state over." Dillon smirked. "They have a much better track
team, anyway. Hell, they have a track team! What do you say about that,
Mr. S?" Now, Dillon gave himself a hefty stroke. "Let me in,
Mr. Sweeney. Let me on that sweet cock."

"Go home, Dillon. Go home before you get into something you don't want to
be in."

The man-boy took a step forward and ran the back of his hand down the wet
torso of his ex-teacher. The heat coming off of him was arousing. Dillon
took the man's free hand and brought it to his crotch, making sure the man
got a good feel of what snaked around under his pants.

"I want you inside me." He said, smiling. "Mouth? Ass? Both? I know you
want it, too. I've known you wanted it since I walked into your
classroom. Do us both a favor and let me in. Come on...let me in. You can
do whatever you want to me for as long as you want. Use me,
Mr. Sweeney. Use me hard...the way Mr. Yates did. This time, you don't have
to just watch...you can participate."

The tempted man sighed. "You miserable cock-tease. Get the fuck in here and
get out of those goddamned clothes."

Dillon came inside. Freeman was already helping him out of his shirt while
he shoved his shorts down. Together, they got the door closed and
locked. Their first few kisses were feverish. The professor's towel fell at
the same time as Dillon's shorts. The boy was naked and under the man's
warm touch. More kisses and the man gathered him into his arms. Still more
and Dillon was sighing, making little noises. The man brought him up and
over to an accent table. A silver bowl and a thousand pieces of candy hit
the floor and rolled away. Papers fluttered around. Dillon's hand braced on
the wall. Freeman's mouth captured his again.

"God..." the man sighed, feeling the boy's warm hand close around him.

"Can I taste it?" Dillon asked as they both looked down at what he held in
his hand. "It's beautiful, Mr. S. I want it in my mouth."

"Suck it, boy," the man instructed, taking a step back. "After all this
time, it's all yours!"

Dillon slipped off the table and onto his knees. The shiny purple head, so
smooth and slick, was perfect. It's rounded shape, its color, its
thickness, it all fit so well in his mouth. It slid so well on his tongue,
into his throat. He felt it go in and he was all too happy with
it. Mr. Sweeney's rough hand slid to the back of his head and pulled him
forward. His nose was buried in thick, tight curls that smelled of sweaty
briefs and fresh soap. He was glad he got the man before he could wash away
that scent.

His hands roamed the man's body, feeling the tufts of hair, the hard
muscle, and tender nipples. He groaned, making Dillon's cock jump. After
all this time, the man tasted just like he thought. He felt just like he
thought. Everything about the handsome, nerdy guy was just the way he
thought it would be. Mouthing the man's balls, he looked up and was
thrilled to see the man looking back at him with the same lusty expression
in his eyes. He ran his hands up the man's legs, down over his ass. He
squeezed the cheeks, then pulled them apart. Wetting one of his fingers, he
slipped it in between them. Freeman's smile got wider when he touched the
tight pucker.

"Careful, boy. You don't know what you're doing."

Dillon withdrew his finger. He lay back on the floor. "Matter of fact, why
don't you put that sweet hole over my mouth and let me show you, I do know
what I'm doing!"

"Cocky son-of-a-bitch, aren't you?"

The man got down to his knees. Dillon opened his mouth as the man's hairy
ass came into view. The warm hole tasted just like the rest of the man,
sweet and musky with a hint of sweat. Dillon's tongue slid into him, making
him groan. Clasping his cheeks, he pulled them far apart so he could wedge
his tongue in tight and deep. Freeman groaned again, pushing into the
tongue. The boy was turning him on in a way few others did. He was right,
he knew how to rim an ass. Sooner than he thought he would be, Freeman was
drooling cock-juice all over the boy's smooth chest and face.

Dillon rounded his mouth over balls and cock, tasting the fruit of his
labor. Freeman looked down at him, appreciative of his efforts. They smiled
at each other. The teacher took the boy's cock as Dillon's mouth returned
to his hole. They mouthed and sucked on each other as soon as the teacher
rolled onto the floor. His legs parted and Dillon was tonguing him deeper
than ever. He mouthed the boy's shaft, licking along the edge of the ample
foreskin. He needed to hear the boy moan and didn't have long to
wait. Dillon's tongue eased out of him and in a breathless voice, the boy
asked the man to do what they both wanted him to do.

"Put it in me, Mr. Sweeney...don't make me wait any longer, okay?"

Rising up on his knees, the man brought Dillon's right leg up onto his
hip. "Want me to fuck you, Mr. Curry? That what you want?"

"Yes, sir! More than breathing, right now."

"How do you want my dick in you, boy?"

Dillon saw the blunt head touch him. It spread his pucker but did not enter
him. The pulsing helmet oozed and oozed all over his hole but it didn't go
in. He pushed but the teacher pulled. Biting his lip, he pleaded with his
eyes. The teacher thought he knew what the boy wanted but he was kind of
thrilled that he couldn't ask for it. All the bluff and bluster in the
classroom, all the flirtation and coyness was gone now that the boy was in
the presence of somebody that knew what he really was. Bringing the boy's
legs up and over his arms, Freeman eased the head into the boy's ass.

"Say it!" He commanded.

"Hard, sir! Fuck me, hard!"

"That's my boy," the teacher said in a soothing, rewarding voice. "Sweet
little Dillon is a big ol' submissive, isn't he?"

"Sir, yes, sir! This boy wants only to serve...and be fucked, sir. Hard,
sir!"

Freeman held Dillon's ankles and slid in three hard inches. The boy writhed
under him. He had watched Nathaniel fuck the boy but it was different. It
was sensual, slow, and beautiful to watch. Now, there was a primal need in
him to be manhandled and used. He eased in another three inches and Dillon
sighed his thanks. The last two slid into him and Dillon was shocked at the
thicker, girthier base.

"Oh...SIR...your cock feels so...good!"

"Better than Nathaniel's? Don't lie to me, boy!"

"No, sir! No...Mr. Yates' cock is thicker, sir...and stuffs a boy better."

"I like that you're honest."

"But Sir's cock could fuck a boy better, I'm sure." Dillon's smirk was
respectful. "Longer, too. It's such a nice cock, Sir..."

They started in the foyer. Freeman nailed Dillon to the baseboard, drilling
him with long, deep thrusts. Moving into the living room, Dillon was pushed
onto his stomach, his legs forced apart, and Freeman tried very hard to
drill the kid into the hardwood. Dillon screamed in pleasure, pushing back
against the teacher's hard thrusts. In the kitchen, Freeman's fucking grew
more ferocious and Dillon's half-baked protests just drove him that much
harder. Dillon knew how to taunt him, how to question his manhood in just
the right way to get a harder fuck out of the man. Freeman had yet to be
insulted but he showed the boy what not to say. In the bathroom, Dillon
could hold to the side of the tub and push back on the man's thick base. He
could squeeze and milk the man, force him to fuck deeper. Freeman buried
himself in Dillon as the first wave of orgasm slammed into him.

"Goddamn," The professor hissed, feeling his load being pulled out of
him. "Goddamn it, boy...oh, fucking hell..."

The man pumped his hips. As Dillon squirmed, he felt himself staying
hard. The kid's tight ass, hard body, and expert fuck-hole kept him erect
and kept him fucking. Dillon was forced into the tub and onto his
knees. His ass kept gripping, kept milking, and Freeman kept fucking. They
groaned and cursed, insulted and complimented. Dillon called him all kinds
of names to keep him drilling deep into his ass. Freeman admired the mouth
on the kid and his imagination kept things going.

"Fuck, sir...fuck..."

"Too much?"

"No, sir! Never too much cock!"

Against the doorframe of the bathroom, Dillon's leg was pushed up and
Freeman got a new depth in which to deliver his second load. Cum ran down
the inside of Dillon's leg as the man pumped it into him. They groaned
against one another as Freeman kissed him as they both came.

August 15

The car, parked in the bushes, couldn't be seen from the road. Through the
side of the bush, though, the driver could see the road and that was all
that mattered. It had been a slow evening, not much happening. So slow, in
fact, Sheriff Malone thought he might doze off. He'd taken Chad home so
there was nobody to keep him up and going. He didn't have long before he
could go home, though. That was a bright bit of good, he thought.

It was more than a little surprising when the jogger came running
along. The sheriff noticed the lack of a shirt first, then the bulge, then
the peach-ass as the kid ran on by. That last got the sheriff out of his
car and walking toward the road. He yelled out for the kid to stop, which
he did.

"Of course," he said to himself as he walked over. "Dillon Curry. What the
hell are you doing out here and it almost dark? Your cheese done slid off
the Ritz, boy?"

"Just on my way home...sheriff."

Dillon backed up a few steps as the man advanced on him. He stared openly
at the huge bulge under the black belt holding his gun. He licked his lips
for added flavor. He tugged on the sides of his shorts, making sure they
showed his trimmed pubic hair. Word had it, Sheriff Malone liked neat
boys. Dillon was glad he left his shirt at the professor's place, as it was
just cool enough to keep his nipples hard. Word also had it, the sheriff
was a bit of a nipple man. Dillon gave him his best smile when the sheriff
kept walking toward him.

"Actually, I'm kinda glad I ran into you. I've got this little problem,
see, and I was wondering if you might be of a mind to help me out with it."

"I'm very helpful, sheriff. I love helping with problems."

The man stopped a few feet away. Dillon's eyes followed the man's hand as
it rubbed and squeezed on the growing 'problem' in his pants. Two hot studs
in one day, Dillon thought, watching as the man's thumb traced a hard line
of cock in his pants.

"Let me ask you something, boy," the sheriff said, working his zipper
down. "You a whore, boy?"

Nodding, Dillon smiled. "Oh, yes, sir! I'm a huge whore, sir! If you've got
cock, I've got time!"

Sheriff Malone called the boy toward him with a finger. Dillon was quick to
come and even quicker to follow the man back to his squad car. Once they
were behind the bushes, the sheriff had his tongue in Dillon's mouth and
his hand in the boy's shorts. Hand full of cock, mouth full of tongue, and
this hot stud pressed against himself and the car, Sheriff Malone mouth and
kissed and licked the kid's torso all over. Dillon worked his hand into the
man's pants. The warm shaft jumped and throbbed in his grip.

"Once a month, I have these little parties where I...entertain...other
men. Usually, we've got the main entertainment covered. This month, though
we're a little short-staffed and I need somebody to pass around to my
guests."

Dillon smirked at the wording. "Like a whore-durve."

"Exactly like a whore...durve. You interested?"

"If there's cock there...and it's all going in me...fuck, yes."

The sheriff stopped, then eased Dillon off him. "Let's you and me slow
down, then."

"Slow down? The fuck for?" Dillon leaned back against the car, releasing
the sheriff's cock. "You changing your mind about me?"

"Strip."

"Now, you're talking." Dillon said, already pushing his shorts
down. "You're not going to join me?"

"I'm the sheriff, boy. I can't be naked in the woods!" He tossed his head
toward the front of the car. "Face down. Legs spread. Ass too."

Feeling excited, Dillon was all too happy to obey. He lay across the hood
of the car, arms and legs as wide as he could get them. His firm ass parted
like a split peach and he heard the sheriff sigh. He then heard the shutter
release on the man's phone. Part of him wanted to be huffy and
outraged. The other part was turned on and getting hard. More pictures. He
squirmed his ass around, arching his back and sticking it out as far as he
could. The man chuckled.

Dillon was about to push up when he felt the slick wedge of the man's
tongue slide up into him. The man's firm grip on his ass was sudden and
direct. One hand held his cheeks apart while the other was lifting his
groin up off the hood. To compensate, Dillon put both knees on the car and
let the man raise him. His dick drooled out a thick pool of cum. The man's
mouth fastened on his asshole and began to tongue-fuck the kid into a
gibbering mess of noise and groaning.

Before he even knew what was happening to him, Dillon was flinging cum all
over the hood of the car. Sheriff Malone's stiff tongue drilled into him
deeper . The man still held his ass and had fastened his other hand around
his cock base and balls. He lifted the boy up and Dillon whimpered as he
released again. He shot even harder this round.

"Fu--Fuck! Oh, Jesus...fuck!" Dillon whimpered. "More! Oh, fuck me...more!"

Mike's tongue worked even harder this next time. He was forceful in shoving
it in the man-kid's hole and even more forceful in using his hold on the
base and balls as a handle to lift the kid. Dillon drooled all over his
wrist and hand. The kid's cock hardened again and Mike drilled his ass
again. They rocked against each other with Dillon trying to get more into
his ass and Mike trying to oblige. It took several minutes this last time
for Dillon to blow but when he did, he screamed out. Mike pulled off his
asshole and Dillon heard the camera shutter again. He smirked over his
shoulder.

"Gotta have something for your office time, sheriff? You know you just have
to ask if you want intimate pictures of my asshole."

"Or, I could have the pleasure of taking them myself." Mike said, releasing
the kid. "Get your clothes back on. I'll drive you home."

Dillon chuckled. "You're...not going to fuck me?"

"Not tonight. I'll let you think about something. If I can do that with my
tongue, what else can I do and how hard are you going to cum when I do it?"

"You're an evil man, Sheriff Malone." Dillon said this as he went to get
his shorts. "Sure, I like it, but you're still an evil man."

"Never said I wasn't," the man said, opening his door. "I'll be keeping
tabs on you so I can give you the date of the event closer to it. That way
we can't get unwanted guests."

The sheriff drove Dillon back to his dorm and waited until he was inside to
pull out and go on with his night. He checked the time and decided to swing
by the Curry house. He did a quick drive-by and considered stopping. The
light in the living room was on. Mike thought about showing Preston the
video of his sweet son cumming all over the hood of his car but he decided
against it. He decided to keep it to himself, for now.

He was pulling out of his turn-around spot when he saw a familiar truck
pull up. On the way back down the street, he stopped in front of
Nathaniel's house. When the man got out and headed to his porch, the
sheriff waved him over to the car. They shared some pleasant words after
Mike got out. Standing with his hands on his belt, he glanced over at the
Curry house. It looked dark. Lifeless. He mentioned this to the other man,
who agreed.

"Preston's been gone for a minute," Nathaniel said. "He's missed our end of
the month dinner. Not like him, at all. Must be important, whatever it is
that got him gone."

"He's all right, you think?"

"If he wasn't, he'd have texted me. Must've got busy with his work. Anyway,
what brings you by?"

"Want to see something?" The sheriff was already calling up his latest
video. He lowered the sound before pressing play and letting Nathaniel
see. "Beautiful, isn't he?"

After they watched Dillon spray the hood of the cruiser, Nathaniel took out
his own phone and showed the sheriff the video he took earlier. They both
watched until the end, when the person filming got even closer to capture
the climax of the people involved.

"You wanted it hard, slut! Here's hard!"

Chad's breathing hitched. "Yes, daddy! YES! Fuck me hard!"

They watched the boy-man's hard body tense, then relax as he sprayed cum
all over the man on top of him. Sheriff Mike looked around. Nobody was
outside to hear or see them. He looked down at the phone, then up at
Nathaniel, who was grinning at him.

"Personal party favor, sheriff?" He asked, putting his phone away. "One
you're not sharing with the rest of the class?"

"Chad's different, is all. Special. To me, I mean. It's a preference, not
wanting him involved with the group. I'd just like to keep him to myself."

"How old is he? Chad."

"He'll be twenty-five in two months. Plenty old enough to decide for
himself. I follow your logic. Maybe some day, when I'm in a better position
to share the group with him."

"Sounds serious." Nathaniel said. Glancing at the man's crotch, he
smirked. "Looks serious."

"I really like that kid," Sheriff Malone said. "I guess it is serious."

"Listen, I didn't make the video to blackmail you or anything. I made it
because...I was wondering if you might like to come over later and...maybe
recreate Chad's role in a video of our own."

Mike chuckled, then nodded toward Nathaniel's crotch. "You mean get nailed
by that thing while you film it all?"

"Yeah. You interested?"

"Am I interested? Let's see," Mike said, glancing down at his own swollen
crotch. "How about I tell you in an hour, after my shift is over and I'm
bouncing on that hard fuckstick if I'm interested?"

August 25

Preston got in later than he expected. As he had been doing for a while, he
parked down the street and walked up to his house. He slipped into the
space between the privacy wall and the hedge. As he was getting into
position, he heard noise coming from a few feet away. Before he could run
or even back away, a whispered voice told him he didn't have anything to be
afraid of. In the dark, he couldn't see who the other person was and he
couldn't tell by their voice, either. He glanced over and saw Nathaniel at
the foot of his bed, naked and moving. On the bed, kneeling, was an
unexpected guest. Intrigued, he watched as Nathaniel put the dick to
Sheriff Malone, who seemed like he enjoyed it.

"I'll be damned. Mike, fucking, Malone...a goddamned cock-jockey."

As he watched, he felt a gentle hand on his crotch. Looking back, he saw
the mystery figure ease to the ground and unzip his pants. The same gentle
hand hauled out his cock and slipped it into a warm mouth that knew just
what to do. He tangled his fingers in thick hair and started moving his
hips. The kneeling figure let him set the pace and didn't gag when he went
in deep. He watched Nathaniel and Mike Malone fuck while this mouth brought
him to the edge of cumming. Nathaniel's roaring fucking could be heard
through the glass and it made his own cock throb to hear it.

"Close, Preston?" The kneeler asked.

"Keep going, cocksucker," he muttered with an appreciative nod. "You'll
know when you're swallowing my load if I'm close or not."

"Fair enough," the younger man said, taking him again.

This time, the cocksucker brought him off. Preston's eyes stayed on the
sheriff and the way the man's body responded to being fucked. He wondered
what the sheriff got up to on those lonely backroads and part of him
wondered if this might be what it was. Nathaniel kept fucking. Mike kept
bucking back to meet him. The two men were sweaty, moisture clinging to
Nathaniel's hairy body and glistening on Mike's mostly smooth one. As
Preston came in the man's mouth, he caressed his cheek. He enjoyed a
blowjob while he spied on his neighbor but he wasn't a savage about it. He
eased out of the warm mouth and it kept kissing and licking around his
crotch, getting any stray cum it could find. The mouth returned to his cock
and had Preston hard again in seconds. As the man went on watching
Nathaniel and the sheriff, the kneeler tried to set a new record.

"Jesus," Preston said, falling against the privacy fence. "You trying to
outdo Hoover...fuck."

"Should I stop?"

"Fuck, no. You want it that bad...work for it!"

The lips slid over his head again and began working. A curious finger slid
under his balls and teased his puckered hole. Preston let the other man
push his underwear down so he could spread his legs a little. He let two
slick fingers slide up inside him. He let the mouth work as fast as it
wanted. He tangled his hands in the hair again and started using the mouth
the way he wanted. The kneeler adapted and adjusted his sucking. Minutes of
blissful fellatio brought Preston to the edge again. The man gripped his
ass with one hand while forcing his fingers further. Preston felt the
pressure against his prostate and couldn't hold back. He flooded the
working mouth with another hard, thick load. He pumped his hips in time
with the groans and whimpers the other man made.

Inside the bedroom, Nathaniel had bred the sheriff like a Sunday stallion.
They were sharing kisses. Their sweaty bodies were still joined by
Nathaniel's cock, something Preston found very hot. He was still inside the
man's mouth, letting him savor his cum. He looked down when the mouth slid
off him. The figure stood up, then moved to the side a little. Light hit
his face and he grinned.

"Thanks," Jason Baker said, straightening his shirt. "Thanks for the snack,
Mr. Curry."

End of Part 8: August