Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2019 09:20:59 -0500 From: Yellow Stang Subject: Mason's Post Game Victory Mason's Post Game Victory Let's show your appreciation by donating to Nifty to help defray costs for hosting this wonderful archive on their website, they need your donations, so they can continue to host other stories for your enjoyment. Go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Zach, thank you for your editing skills. Your ability to take my words and make them better is appreciated. This story was originally chapter 62 of a series I'm writing for Tom the Fireman (gay/Beginnings), though the published story is altered, this is the original chapter 62, which I'm publishing as a separate story. For those who haven't read the series, Mason is Tom's son. Steven is Tom's husband and Randy is Tom's ex. --- Steven was finishing up work when Tom arrived home. Both excited to see Mason's first game of the season. Tom was quickly changing from his fire inspector uniform into jeans, cowboy boots with a flannel shirt quickly made tacos to eat. Scarfing it down, Tom and Steven headed to the game, wanting to get the best seats so they could watch Mason participate in the game. Mason was nervous in the locker room, with Jackson by his side he couldn't stop fidgeting, thinking about the first game of the season. With friends and family, he didn't want to disappoint. Taking a few deep breathes, Mason hopped in place - first on one foot, then the other, before lifting each leg behind him. He had all this pent-up energy thinking about tonight. It was the first time he was nervous like this. Jackson was noticing the change in Mason, commented on his excess energy that everything will be ok. Mason knew Jackson didn't understand, nor was he going to explain why he was a bundle of nerves. He knew when the night was over, he'd be a changed man. The players huddled before leaving the locker room, as their team was announced the players made an entrance onto the court. Greeted by cheers as they jogged to their bench. The visiting team was announced, Mason watched the competition as they entered the court, checking out which ones were hot. Mason was joined with a tall, lanky redhead from the opposing team, the referee tossed the ball in the air. Mason looking at the tall, lanky redhead, was determined to show him up, as he got into his game head, even though a few inches shorter, Mason outjumped the redhead, giving his team possession. Tom and Steven sat on the edge of their seats, as the ball went up and down the court. Cheering on Mason, Tom jumped up from his seat each time Mason made a point. Making Tom a proud father! Every time Mason would make a point, the lanky redhead not wanting to be outdone, scored a point for their team. Not paying attention to the details of his game as he was letting the redhead get the best of him, Mason's elbow touched the player as he dribbled down the court, the referee called a foul. Steven had to go to the bathroom, getting up, he headed towards the men's room, standing by the urinal, he heard someone come after him. Unbuttoning his fly, Steven pulls out his cock, aiming for the mothball at the bottom, standing there, he senses the guy next to him. Steven turns to look, noticing the dark-haired man standing at the urinal to the right of him. Looking back forward, Steven thought he recognized the person, sneaking another look, he noticed the guy peering at him, looking over the privacy wall. Steven leaned back a little, giggling inside, as the man to the right steals a peak. Looking straight ahead, Steven was a little nervous about the boldness of his neighbor. Steven concentrated on finishing his piss when the neighbor stepped back. Steven was trying to fight the feeling of wanting to look, giving in to his desires, the neighbor stroked his solid cock, giving it a few tugs as he looked at Steven. Steven's mouth dropped watching the lewd behavior, wanting to look at the wall, the devil on his shouldn't win the morality battle, as the neighbor, placed his cock inside his pants, before zipping them up, waiting for Steven to show his. Steven gulped, knowing he is getting himself in trouble. He quickly turned, his limp cock hung outside his pants, giving the stranger a look. Steven was trying to figure out where he knew him from, but with his sunglasses, he couldn't see the stranger's face clearly. Watching his urinal mate lick his lips, Steven felt guilty placing his cock back through the fly, buttoning up his pants, but consciously kept the bottom button undone. His neighbor, turned his head as he walked out the door, lowering his glasses, he was cruising Steven. Steven befuddled, went to the sink to wash his hands, before leaving. When he returned to the bleachers next to his husband, the urinal neighbor couldn't be found. Steven's eyes returned to the game, not disclosing to Tom what had transpired in the bathroom. The redhead on the court was getting frustrated with Mason getting the best of him, giving Mason the shoulder, the crowd was in an uproar when the referee didn't call a foul. Mason feeling cheated as the other team got the ball making the point. Mason looked at the referee with the evil eye, the referee looked back at him with a knowing smile, unnerving Mason. While the basketball was being passed forward Mason went for the ball which caused the opponent to trip, with his eye on Mason, the referee called the foul. Mason was trying to calm down, not let the redhead get the best of him. While Mason was working his way to the basket, the redhead came from behind, reaching over Mason. The crowd booed the referee for not calling the foul when Mason made eye contact with the referee, he smiled again. Seeing the referee's favoritism, Tom was getting upset, slamming his hand into the bleacher. Seeing Tom's anger, Steven tried to calm him down, though he was feeling the same way inside. At halftime, Tom got up and went outside, as the teams returned to the locker room. Steven followed him out looking for the fellow that was in the bathroom, but he couldn't find them. The gymnasium wasn't that large that he couldn't pick him out. As the other parents congregated, asking what is up with that referee? The guys all sided with Tom saying there is an unfair advantage for the visiting team. Complimenting Tom on how well his son is handing the blatant favoritism. When half-time was near the end, they entered the gymnasium taking their seats in the bleachers. The crowd cheered as the boys came back out, and dead silence when the referee came back onto the court when a spectator yelled obscenities at him. Leaving a few people with the chuckles. The second half got a little more intense, the redhead was on Mason like a fly-on-shit, personally fouling as the spectators looked on. Feeling the hostility of the crowd, the other referee called the foul, feeling a little relief from the tension of his colleague. Mason and Jackson were an excellent team, making quite a few shots. The redhead was getting frustrated, intentionally tripping Mason on the court. The referee called the foul, the crowd could see the other referee getting visibly ticked. At the end of the game, it Mason with the help of Jackson that scored the winning point. When the buzzard rang, the crowd cheered as the players went onto the court, shaking hands with the opposing team, before picking up Mason and Jackson to carry them into the locker room. As the players stripped heading toward the shower, Mason dodged the showers by sitting on the toilet, soaked in sweat, Mason had other plans after the game. Running his hair under the sink, Mason wets his head, grabbing his towel, he returned to his locker, running the bath towel through his hair. Buck naked, Mason stood innocently looking into the coach's office, he saw the coach talking to the police officer. Slowly getting dressed, Mason kept an eye on him. Catching the police officer's eye, Mason smiled quickly looking down, when the police officer winked at him. When he looked up again, the police officer was gone, so were most of his teammates. Mason was the last one out of the locker room. Tom and Steven were waiting for him, as he carried his backpack, following them to the car. Tom congratulated Mason on the game and for keeping his cool. Steven looked at Tom, "yeah, better than your dad did." As they got in the car, Mason wasn't too talkative, signaling to Tom something was up. When Mason said, "I told mom, I'm staying at your place tonight, hope you don't mind?" Tom grabbed his phone, pulling over to the side of the road, calling his ex-wife. When she answered, he got the feeling she was entertaining, so he kept it quick, confirming that Mason is staying with him. Heather replied, "Yes," as she abruptly hung up. Tom turned to Steven, "Someone's getting shagged." Chuckling, they continued the drive home. Mason went to his room, saying he had to read for English class tomorrow. Heading to the guest bedroom on the first floor, he looked at both, "I don't want to hear you're shagging, I'm staying down here, as I need to study." Wanting to keep an eye on Mason, Tom sat down in the living room, turning on the TV, asking Steven if he was joining. Accepting the invitation, Steven popped the popcorn as Tom selected a movie for them to watch. Knowing his father was downstairs, Mason had to change his exit strategy. Checking out the bedroom window as an alternate, with the distance to the ground, Mason recognized he could safely return during the night. Unlocking the window, before slowly pushing open the window, turning off the light before climbing out onto the ground below. Reaching up, he pulled the window down, walking away from the house, making sure he didn't make a sound. Mason walked to toward the front of the house, trying to keep as quiet as possible, seeing the out-of-state car, he knew his visitor was waiting in Sam's guesthouse. As he walked back to the guest house, he could see Tom cuddling with Steven as they watched TV. The glow of the screen lit up the room, as he cautiously walked to the meeting place. Opening the door, the police officer was sitting in the armchair facing him, "Howdy stranger!" "Howdy, officer," as Mason began to giggle, walking up to hug the man sitting there in the dark blue shirt, and pants with the yellow strips running up the legs. "That was a good game, that redhead was fuckable," responded the officer. Mason was removing his hoodie, revealing the basketball shirt underneath. Bending over to remove his sweatpants, he stood in front of the officer with his uniform. "Very nice, Officer Randy, likes," said the man on the chair. "Did you shower?" Nodding his head, `No,' Mason stood by the officer, looking down on him. Kneeling before Mason, Randy reached for Mason shorts, pulling them down to reveal the sweaty jock. Leaning in, Randy inhales, "Nice!" as he looks up at Mason. Mason's was smiling as his cock was straining against his jock strap, the tip leaking more juices in the already musky pouch. Mason thrust his crotch toward Randy's face, Randy inhaled his scent before placing his mouth over the pouch tasting the flavors that Mason produced while wearing the jock strap. Grabbing the back of Randy's head, he pushes the head closer to his sweaty crotch, feeling the tantalizing hot breath through the musky material. Standing up, Randy pulled the basketball star toward him, parting his lips as he gave his first kiss to Mason on the lips. Slipping his tongue in to Mason's mouth Mason allowed entry, they both began to play tonsil hockey. Reaching up for the buttons, Mason starts unbuttoning Randy's uniform, "Officer, I've been a bad boy. I fouled three times tonight," working his fingers down the front of the shirt, pushing each button out of the buttonhole. Randy opened his unbuttoned shirt, showing Mason his chest. Lifting up Mason's arms, Randy zeroed in on the sweaty pit, licking the sweat from the underarm hair and skin, moaning as he tasted the naturalness of this high school stud. Softly moaning, Mason enjoyed the tongue bath his pits received, wanting to see more of Officer Randy's body, he pushed Randy's face from his armpit, stepping back as he unbuckled the officer's belt, Mason was incredibly turned on to see the leather handcuff pouch and the gun holster attached to the belt. With the belt unbuckled, Mason undid the button at the top of the pants, gently pulling down the zipper. Pulling the pants open, Mason continued to look down seeing the base of the officer's thick cock. Wrapped around the bottom of the cock was a leather cock ring, "Oh, no underwear?" Officer Randy smiled, "Just for you." "What else do you have for me?" questioned Mason. Pulling Mason's hands from his pants, "I'll have to show you," as Randy backed him against the wall, going in for another passionate kiss. Mason wanted to see Randy's cock, it's been several years since his dad and Randy were together, he missed Randy and was glad he could make it tonight. Convincing Randy he was mature enough, that he would like what he saw. Sensing the sexual tension between their bodies as they wanted to get to know the other better, Randy's body was pressed up against Mason's, both feeling the other excitement through their clothes. Randy with his fly open and Mason in his jockstrap, with the basketball short wrapped around on foot. Mason attempted to kick them off, as Randy's tongue probed his mouth. Stepping back, "You turned into a fine upstanding young man," as Randy placed his hand on Mason's crotch. Mason gasped, feeling the officer's hand on his manhood, wanting to show him, while at the same time, wanting to play with the officer's nightstick. Pulling the shirt over Mason's head, Randy quickly removed the jockstrap, placing his arm through the waistband, turning Mason against the wall, "Spread `em," as he kicked the splayed feet further apart as he started to pat him down, giving the body search Mason desired from the officer. Standing behind Mason, he placed his body against Mason's back, reaching around he wrapped his hand around the throbbing cock while with the other tweaked Mason's nipple. Gasping, Mason couldn't believe this was finally happening, his dreams were about to come true. Randy was touching him intimately, fulfilling his many nights of jerk off fantasies. Still wearing clothes, Randy pulled down his pants, placing his cock against Mason's ass, as he caressed the throbbing member in his hand. Mason cooed as he was putty in the police officer's hands who leaned in, nipping at Mason's ear asking, "You want to feel it?" Gasping Mason replied, "Yes," as he was giving himself to man in dark blue. Stepping back, he turned Mason around, kissing him fully on the lips. His hand roaming over Mason's naked body. Feeling the young skin against his fingertips his cock leaked precum, he wanted to make Mason's fantasy a reality. Looking down, Mason saw the officer's semi-hard cock rising to the occasion. Reaching for the manhood, Randy pins Mason by the arms against the wall. Preventing Mason from making contact with his own erection. Placing his hand on Mason's chest, holding him against the wall, Randy removes his shirt from one arm, Switching arms, he works the shirt off his shoulder as the shirt falls from his arm onto the floor. With officer shirtless, he stepped closer, pinning the young basketball star chest to chest against the wall. Struggling to touch the officer, Mason raised his hands rubbing the pecs he always admired. The sensation of the hot skin against his fingertips caused his aching cock to throb even more, his cock twitching against Randy's pole. Mason fought the urge to cum, as Randy moved in closer, his steel rod slipping under the basketball star's balls. Wide-eyed Mason drinks in his beauty, desiring for his intimate touch. With his first load of the night oozing out the end of his cock, dripping down Randy's stomach and cock, Mason gasped as he never experienced cumming without touching himself. Smiling as he looked into Mason's eyes, Randy felt the searing liquid on his muscular body, not breaking eye contact, he reached down to scoop up the thick cream Mason deposited. Pulling his cum dripping finger to his lips, Randy tastes the sweetness of the athlete that he pinned against the wall, leaning forward to taste Mason's lips as they both share the load. Realizing there was more dripping between their bodies, Randy repeats the action, licking his finger clean as he feeds it to Mason with a kiss, both tasting the nut batter as they swap it around with their dueling tongues. Still trapped against the wall by the officer, Mason's cock continued to throb. Kicking off his boots after he stepped back to admire Mason's lean, athletic body, Randy lowered the waistband over his hips. His cock jutting forward as he continues to drop his pants over his ass as he pushed them down his thighs. Standing there, Randy points to his cock. Quickly seeing the signal, Mason drops to his knees, staring at the magnificent beauty between Randy's legs. His pleasure trail led up to his navel. Tracing his finger from the navel down to the base of Randy's cock. Mason feels the hard, velvety flesh for the first time. Though he saw Randy naked while growing up, this is the first time touching this particular man's hard cock. It was magical that he finally, after waiting all these years, was touching the man he always wanted. Wrapping his hand around the manliness, Mason stroked a few times, watching the beautiful cock realizing a dream coming true. Moving in closer, Mason inhales his musky scent, his eyes spotted the moisture collecting at the piss slit at the end of the bulbous crown. Sticking out his tongue, he lightly licks the officer's nectar, tasting Randy's naturalness for the first time. The electrical pulses sent his body into sensory overload, savoring the mixing of the sweetness with his saliva, leaving him drooling for more. Mason had to swallow as his mouth watered. Drool running down from the sides of his mouth. His eyes wide open as well as his mouth, he moves closer to placing the swollen tip between his lips as he held the base of the throbbing shaft to his mouth. Putting the leaking head just inside his mouth, Mason swirls his tongue to feel and taste the texture, as he inhaled Randy's muskiness. Exploring the ridge of the bulbous crown with the extended tip of his tongue the sponginess of Randy's head caused Mason to shutter - his own cock jumping as he is readied to take it to the back of his throat. Backing off the tip, Mason looked at the beautiful head glistening with drool, a thread from the tip of Randy's cock trailed directly to his mouth. With his mouth drooling, Mason opened wide to take as much of the shaft as he could, working his lips down to the fingers wrapped around the base. Relaxing his throat when he was halfway down, Mason pulled the cock from his mouth, the wet shaft and the head soaked in spit made him determined to take the officer's beautiful cock further down into his throat. Plunging forward, Mason worked more of the thick shaft into his mouth. Entering his throat he listened to Randy moan, "That's right boy, make officer Randy's cock feel good." Looking up with the cock buried in his throat, Mason ran his free hand along Randy's flat stomach, following the pleasure trail up to his chest, as his hand explored further north, Mason looked into Randy's approving eyes. Moaning, Randy loved seeing Mason's lips wrapped around his embedded cock, the wide eyes staring up at him. Keeping his eye on the kid, Randy watched as the mouth bobbed back and forth on his shimmering shaft, this kid knew how to suck a mean cock. With each thrust forward to meet his hand wrapped around the lodged phallus, Mason's mouth was stretched open further as he got to the base. With the next plunge he moved his hand as his lips reached the bottom, feeling the pulsing cock down his throat. Wanting to generously lube the schlong with his phlegm, while holding the lodged leaking cockhead there for a few seconds, Mason throat phlegm thickly coated Randy's thick awesome cock. While still on his knees, Mason bobbed back-and-forth. Hearing Randy call out and curse; the rough and crude verbalization from the naked officer added more kindle to the fire. Mason was working harder, sucking on the officer's cock, drool running down his chin and neck. It was one excellent sloppy blow job, and the steel rod easily slid down his throat. "Fuck, Fuck, you're a fucking awesome cocksucker! Yeah show officer Randy how much you like his police officer's cock. Ohhh, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," Randy moaned feeling the warm wet suctioning mouth trying to extract his baby batter. "Oooooh, "reaching for the back of Mason's head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, he knew you were such a cock-sucking faggot. Fuck show this faggot cock how you can take his big load, Fuck, fuck, you're going to make me blow. Fuck, swallow all of my big load." As Randy held the back of Mason's head, fucking his face as he yelled more obscenities at the teenaged athlete. In euphoria, Mason knew this was better than he ever fantasized, never hearing Randy being vulgar, he didn't realize it would be such a turn on. Feeling the pressure on the back of his head, Mason held onto the back of Randy's thighs, feeling Randy's body tremble as he fucked Mason's face. Standing on his tiptoes, with the sensations overtaking his body, Randy forced his cock all the way in, his trimmed pubes touching Mason's willing lips. With the surge going through his loins spreading like wildfire throughout his entire body, Randy bent over Mason's head, ramming his cock deep, as he yelled, "Oh, Fuck, spewing the first of his seed directly down Mason's throat." With the second waver following, he cried out even louder, yelling "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," overfilling Mason's mouth. His body convulsed as the third volley was depositing down the gullet, as the evidence spilled out the sides of the tender lips wrapped around his erupting cock, dripping down the jocks' chin. Not able to take more of the suffocating, Mason pulled off the spewing cock, blasting the fourth blast onto his face, as the cock died down, dribbling off the end of Randy's pulsing cock. With his face covered in Randy's nut butter, Mason leaned in to catch the remaining drops from Randy's cockhead. Causing Randy to jump back from the overstimulation of his sensitive cock, pushing Mason's forehead back from him. With the taste of Randy lingering in his mouth, Mason didn't realize he already spooged, felt the warmth drip from his legs, as his cock involuntarily spewed another load, joining the rest on the floor below. Still feeling the fire, Mason needed to really cum, hoping by offering his ass to the officer, he could blow his wad big time. Totally naked, Randy sat back in the armchair, his legs spread as his cock dangled between his parted legs. With his head on his hand, Randy was trying to come back down to reality, as he enjoyed his post-orgasmic bliss. The naked cop needed to bust a nut and didn't think it would be nutted this quick from a blow job of an inexperienced kid. Seeing Mason in a different light, this was no longer his ex-partner's brat, this was a handsome young man he had become. What he thought was going to be a quick jerk off session after Mason talked him into a meeting, ended up being a mind-blowing experience, and knew Mason was going to want more. With Randy's body rallying from their intimacy, Mason picked up the nightstick from the floor, examining it as he looked at Randy's naked body collapsed into the armchair, causing his cock to ache with desire, wanting to feel Randy inside of him. Walking over to Randy, with his cock pointing at his face, Randy sighed, knowing he had to get the kid off, thinking a quick blow job would do just the trick. Running the nightstick up Randy's thigh toward his cock and balls, Mason traced the outline of Randy's sexuality. Looking Randy in the eye, Mason lifted the nightstick to his mouth, placing the end as he simulated a blow job on the instrument. Half-heartedly Randy leaned forward, touching Mason's cock before putting it to his lips. Randy tasted the sweet nectar as he tongued around the cock head, impressed with the size, thinking, "It's larger than his father's." Gasping as he felt the officer's warm lips touch his cock, Mason's cock was being swallowed by his dad's ex. Mason knew Randy wasn't in the mood, but he was hoping to change that. Mason felt a connection that was different from the guys he's been with that were Randy's age. As Randy bobbed on his cock, Mason thought Jackson would enjoy this as well. Regretting he didn't have his phone, he wanted to show the officer's lips wrapped around his cock to Jackson. Kind of like a trophy, another notch on his belt, he wanted something to remember this first time with Randy. While Randy was sucking on Mason's cock, Mason reached down, running the nightstick under Randy's balls. Seeing some response, as Randy's cock thickened, Mason reached down to wrap his hand around the thick member, stroking it back to life. With a little effort, Randy's cock was bouncing back to life, just what Mason was hoping for. Spitting on his hand, Mason kept lubing up the desired cock, making it slick enough for him to ride. As he paid attention to Randy, Randy's blow job was improving, feeling the oomph Randy was starting to place into it. With his hormones working overtime, Randy was in the mood again. Removing Mason's cock from his mouth, he looked up at the pleading eyes of what he thought was an innocent boy, until this evening. Standing up, Randy faces his opponent face-to-face, pulling Mason closer, they tasted each other lips as the fire returned between Randy's legs, knowing he'll be buried deep between Mason's ass cheeks. As they kissed, Randy impressed Mason with his strength, picking him up, carrying him to the table. Laying Mason on his back across the table, Mason instinctively lifted his legs giving Randy access to his hole. Reaching for the nightstick, Randy placed it against Mason's lips. Smiling before opening his mouth, Mason titillating gave head to the nightstick, wetting the end in his mouth with drool. Place the end of the nightstick against Mason's hole, Randy slightly pushed, noticing the tightness, Randy placed the nightstick in Mason's mouth, while he fingered the tight warm hole, loosening it up for entry. Mason moved his ass to meet the thrusting finger inside of him, with his lips wrapped around the nightstick, he sucked on it, like there was no tomorrow, knowing what Randy had in mind. Randy pulled the nightstick out of Mason's mouth, running it along the length his cock and balls, as Mason's eyes pleaded with desire, he wanted to feel both. The nightstick fueled the thirst in his cock and balls as well as his ass. He never wanted to be bred this much in his life. He trembled at the thought of the nightstick and hoping eventually Randy's thick tool. Lifting the nightstick to Mason's lips, Mason seductively sucked on the tip, while gazing into Randy's eyes. Randy face showed no expression as he pumped the end of the nightstick between Mason's tender lips, as he felt the heat from the athlete's stretched hole around his two inserted fingers, which were opening Mason. Randy pulled the nightstick from Mason's lips, kneeling he got between Mason's legs, spat directly on the bullseye of his exposed hungry hole. Placing the tip to the entrance, Randy pushed just enough for the hole to open up wrapping the hungry ass lips around the rounded corners of the end of the nightstick. Slowly sliding the nightstick up Mason's eager ass, as Mason's cock twitched with delight. Mason pulled his legs up toward his chest, holding them there, as Randy worked the magic nightstick into his hungry ass. Feeling a little tension, Randy pulled out, placing the tip to Mason's lips. Mason fueled with the burning fire, greedily and noisily sucked on the nightstick that was probing his ass, tasting a little fuck as he felt a waxing coating on his lips. Once the nightstick glistened with Mason's drool, Randy removed it from his mouth. Spitting on the hole before aligning the end of the nightstick to the entrance, Randy watched as the hole opened around the probing baton, sliding in a little easier this time. Randy watched as Mason ass lips engulfed the black stick, taking it deeper this time. Pushing and pulling on the stick, Randy was amazed by the ass lips as they puckered in and out as Randy worked the hole, making his cock throb harder than before. Randy pulled the nightstick out of Mason's ass, placing it to his own mouth, as he tasted Mason on the tip. Deep-throating to lube the end with a thick layer of throat phlegm before inserting the blunt end of the stick into the willing hole, listening to Mason moaning as the nightstick went further in than initially, sliding easily in and out of Mason's ass. Mason's head turned from side to side as his cock dripped against his stomach, the thought of Randy's nightstick up his ass was more than he could imagine. He never thought it would feel this intriguing. He loved Randy's attention and was willing to let Randy do whatever he wanted just so he could be with him. Randy kept the nightstick buried in Mason's ass when he stood up, took a step back just to see the beauty of the young man lying on the table with his baton up his ass. Randy stroked his cock commenting, "Beautiful." Pulling the baton from Mason's ass, Randy watched Mason's facial reaction as the jock realized the nightstick was missing. Noticing the disappointment, Randy quickly stuck his finger inside Mason ass, to feel how slick it was. Looking down at his own cock, Randy spat onto this cock, he also dribbled from his lips, leaving a thread dangling down, as the wad made its way down to prepare the cock. Rubbing the drool all over his tool, Randy stepped forward, aligning his head to the athlete's hole, getting it ready for their first meet-n-greet. Looking into Mason's eyes, Randy nodded his head, Mason's eyes locked onto his, pleaded with Randy to give him what he needed tonight. Randy was showing no expression, moved in closer, allowing the tip of the bulbous head rest against Mason's inviting opening. Wide-eyed, Mason felt the tip applying pressure against his hole, biting his lip, he braced for the thick shaft to be buried deep inside him. Anticipating the physical union, Mason felt the cock head press into him, his hole opened up slowly, allowing the head to penetrate him for the first time. Mason's hole engulfed the probing cock, as Randy pushed past the first ring. Wanting more, Mason held onto his legs as he felt Randy inside him, he yearned to feel Randy's hips against his ass cheeks, knowing Randy was finally fulfilling his fantasy. Mason's face grimaced as he felt the bulbous head exploring deeper into his stretched hole, the thick shaft, opening his hole as he felt every inch enter him. Randy held for a few seconds to allow Mason to adjust to his intrusion. Holding onto Mason's thighs, Randy pushed in a little deeper, feeling his snaking cock stretch the surrounding ass lips around his cock. The warmth and tightness made his cock feel amazing as he slowly worked into Mason. "Oh, fuck!" Mason yelled as he felt the cock he desired open him up, his eyes pleading with Randy to fuck his ass. Randy let up on the pressure, standing behind Mason, who was lying on the table. His cock was in Mason's ass, he slightly reversed action, relieving the tension of the entrance. Spitting on his exposed shaft, Randy applied the pressure, as his cock dug into the hole. Mason's breathing was ragged, he wanted that cock buried deep in his ass. He knew his ass was resisting the inserted object, but gulping Mason nodded for Randy to go further to push against the second ring. Randy felt the tension, as he kept a steady pressure, feeling something opening again before he plunged forward as he passed the second ring. Mason yelled as he wasn't prepared for something to enter him that fast, as his hole screamed in pain from the abrupt final entry. Randy didn't move, waiting for Mason to adjust, he could tell by Mason's eyes, that his ass was on fire, waiting for the burning to subside, Randy would slowly withdraw from Mason's ass before pushing back in again. Spitting once more on the exposed shaft, Randy plunged in, Mason held his breath, as he started to loosen up around the thick dick. Randy slowly fucked Mason's ass, keeping eye contact watching for signs. "Oh, fuck that such a tight ass!" Randy repeated as he slowly pumped in and out of Mason. Waiting for it to slide in easier. With each push in, Randy felt his cock get wetter, making it easier to slip in. Picking up his pace, the more he plunged in, the moister the hole became. "Oh, Fuck my ass!" Mason finally yelled out, signaling Randy to fuck faster. "Boy, that feels amazing, oh Fuck, you got an amazing ass," Randy kept repeating as he pumped in and out with ease. "Oh, Fuck me, officer, fuck me, I'm yours to fuck!" Mason called out, as his head tilted back against the table arching his back, concentrating on the cock that kept plummeting his wanton hole. Reaching for his dick, Randy slaps it away, wanting the boy to know he was in command. Knowing Mason wanted relief, Randy spat his palm, wrapping it around the throbbing cock, while he kept up the fast rhythm into and out of Mason's wet hole. Amazed at the boy's stamina, Randy recognized the two ejaculations must have released enough jism from the boy's balls allowing the officer to continue to prolong fucking the boy. Pulling entirely out, Randy looked at his glistening cock, as he watched the gaping hole before it started to close, hearing Mason's disappointment, Randy rammed the cock back into the gaping entrance only to hear Mason coo once again, begging for more cock to be thrust deeper. Sensing Mason was getting close, Randy let go of the young man's cock, plunging deep. Feeling the warm moist hole massage his thrusting cock. Knowing his head was pounding against Mason's sweet spot, he was in the awe that the athlete was not cumming. The precum just flowed steadily, coating the throbbing cock with a shiny coat of sweet nectar. Placing his hand back on Mason's slimy cock, he heard Mason gasp as he pumped his fist, as it effortlessly glided along the pre-lubed rod. Mason's head turned from side to side, mumbling incoherently, "Fuck boy, your ass is amazing," as Randy continued his breeding ritual for the hung young athlete. Randy's mind switched, thinking he was the hung ruler given the privilege to fuck this hung god chosen by the people in public as the crowd watched the sodomizing ritual of their ruler and the young man that was considered a god. Randy pumped into the god, as the crowd cheered on, seeing the virginity being stolen from him, as the ruler pumps his seed into him, saving the village from another year of famine. The sweat collected over Randy's muscular body, as he pumped. The beads of sweat running off his brow, gathering on the back of his head, and dripping down the hairline onto his neck. The more he kept up the ritual, the wetter he was getting. His musk filled the room, as his sweat droplets dripped down onto the athlete whose eyes opened with a pleading look for Randy to seed him deeply. As the sweat kept gathering on Randy's back, the droplets started to cascade down the valley of his spine, with each thrust in, his sweat landed on the lean athlete who was in all his glory. As Randy felt himself getting closer, wanting to get Mason off at the same time, he sped up his hand pumping Mason's cock. As sweat dripped, it ran down his back; feeling it gather in the small of his back; working its way to the crevice of his ass cheeks. Mason's wet body looked like it was covered in oil, as Randy continued to sweat from his workout. Knowing he was going to dumping his load into the masculine jock. More gasping and incoherent utterrings escaped from Mason's lips. He was in the throes of passion: his body quaking – causing Randy to sense Mason was going to cum soon. Randy backed off on pumping Mason's cock. Thrust harder and deeper into Mason, grinding his cock against the sweet spot when he went deep. Their cries filled the air, echoing off the walls, as the two males rutted. Letting go of his legs Mason grabbed the edge of the table. He pulled himself closer to the ledge, wanting more of Randy in him, if that was possible. In between the gasps, Mason hollered out, "Fu—ck, Meeeee!" Randy not being able to pump any faster, knew he could not keep up much longer. "Fu--uuucc— ck Meeeeee," Mason pleaded, working his ass onto the cock, taking him to a place he never experienced, raising his head so that his chin touched his chest. He kept watch as the muscular policeman used his hole for his selfish pleasure. The vision of Randy naked holding onto his legs made Mason melt, the physical beauty of such a masculine stud was making Mason feel every inch of his body, every inch of Randy's cock. The room started to spin. Placing his head back down on the table, he closed his eyes. He was entering an alternate dimension as Randy ravaged his body. The pleasure was beyond words, as his fantasy becoming a reality. Randy felt the sweat follow his ass crack, starting at the small of his back. He kept fucking the incredible ass. The sweat ran further down, edging closer to his own hole. He was dripping in sweat. Looking down, he saw the glowing body of the young man attached to his ramrod. The thoughts of the god entered his head, seeing the golden skin glow as he heard the crowd cheer, waiting for the moment that the ruler seeded the god, so their celebration can begin. Randy banged Mason's well-fucked ass roughly, his head in a total world of his own. Feeling the slippery body below him, added to the sexual excitement. With lose of rhythm, his style became jerky, but he was plowing the god's ass hard. When the sweat dropped over his asshole that triggered the moment the crowd was waiting for. Screaming at the top of his lungs, "Fuck." Randy felt his balls draw up inside, his body trembled, as his breathe grew heavy. No longer to contain the load inside of him, his body went into convulsions, as his cock expanded deep inside the hole. Releasing at thick creamy load deep inside the god, announcing to the world the second round of seeding was pending, Randy screamed "Fuck!" again as he held his cock deep inside while his body shook like a possession had overtaken his body. He felt one with the god, as he gave his gift to the virgin god, the crowd cheered, when his body shook again, not being able to control his cock breeding another deep blasting thick load inside the waiting vessel. Seeing lights as he felt the cock inside expand; feeling the jolt of electricity he received the first blast from the officer. It seemed like forever, the cock lodged deep inside him again, Mason's body felt like it lifted off the table as he was being seeded. He found himself arching his back. He rose slightly before falling back against the table, only to be repeated when Randy's cock hit that place. Blasting it once again with his nut batter. Randy's hand worked his cock, sending Mason on a mission to blast off, his ass raised from the table as his cum flying over his shoulder and head, landing with a thud behind him. Feeling the next plunge of Randy's cock, Mason released another volley, falling this time in his eye and on his cheek. Another quake and Randy yelled out, before his sweaty body collapsed onto Mason. Neither able to move. Mason couldn't feel anything. He saw stars and was floating on air. Randy heard the faint sound of the crowd dissipating as his manhood shrunk inside the just seeded god, his mission accomplished. The room smelled of sex. Mason realized he was coated in sweat and slimy cum. Randy was waking up from the intoxication raised his head to look at Mason's handsome face. Reaching up, he wiped the load from Mason's face, tasting it before placing his head back down on Mason's chest. The mission was accomplished. Looking up at the clock, Randy knew Mason had to get up for school in a few hours, not wanting to disturb the sleeping beauty, Randy slowly crept back to the armchair, falling sound asleep. With his arms on each of the armrest and his legs spread to show his proud manhood, he nodded off to sleep. Mason slowly rose, wondering where he was. Feeling the hard table under him, he realized he was just fucked by Randy. Gathering his belongings, Mason got dressed without disturbing the peaceful cop. Reaching in the pocket, Mason finds his phone, taking a picture of Randy sleeping in the armchair. This is one memory Mason wants to keep, kissing Randy on the cheek, before kneeling to kiss the tip of the cock that fucked his ass. Mason made his way out the guest house back to Tom and Steven's. With a hop in his walk, he headed back to sneak around the back of the house. Noticing the lights were out, he knew he was safe. Opening the window, he climbed back into the dark room. Slowly stripping down, he jumped into bed feeling something next to him. When Mason turned on the lights, he was surprised to see his father looking at him, "Where have you been?"