Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 14:44:53 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 13: Greek Cop Uncle and Dad Pt. 6 This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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While, for me, it was a an exercise in self- control to keep my prick from standing at full mast throughout the day. At the gym, I studied myself in the mirror...comparing my body now to what it had been before Dad began bringing me here with Uncle Tony. Muscle filled out my arms, shoulders, chest, back, and legs. Yet, I still looked long- ingly at the sherman tank physique of my father. Though his legs and ass were so hard and tight that no straps showed, I knew Dad had put on a jock because that huge cock and hefty balls were confined in a grapefruit-sized mound within his sweat pants. His t-shirt strain- ed over his big muscled torso, stained with sweat across the chest and back as well as under his armpits. The shirt pulled up as he moved exposing the black swirling mass of fur coating his taut rounded stomach. Above it all, that darkly handsome and bearded face gazed back at me with a look that left me feeling deeply loved and somehow shy around him at the same time. There seemed to be more in that look than just the love of a father for his son. At times, I found myself returning that look with my lips parted and eyelids feeling heavy...just breathing and pulled deeper into his dark intense gaze. A slight smile, a brush of a big rough hand across my arm or the top of my head, or a quick wink would pull me back to consciousness. The sounds of the gym would return at the same time as I would notice my prick swelling inside my shorts at his quick sign of afffection. We left the gym without seeing Uncle Tony, changed quickly, and headed out to kayak on the lake as Dad had suggested the day before. Returning to the house, we entered just as the sound of a car door followed us through. A few seconds later, Uncle Tony bounded in with several grocery bags. In sneakers with no socks, baggy sweat shorts that did nothing to hide his hefty swinging cock, and a loose tank-top he kind of took over the day. "You no wait for me to work out, vromoskilos! Where you go?" He set the bags on the counter and began unloading them. "We go kayak. What you doing?" Dad asked, barely recovering from Uncle Tony's energetic entrance. "Grilling steaks. No damned pizza for poker tonight. Steaks. We eat good this time. Start grill...I have potatoes ready to go on by the time it heat up. Steaks, I put on later." "Go! Go!" Uncle Tony added over his shoulder when Dad didn't move. Dad looked at me. "This okay for you? I think we have all day just you and me. This no how I plan." I shrugged. No, it wasn't how I planned things either. But, I didn't really plan anything...I was just enjoying the day with just Dad and me. A small smile crossed my face as I thought quickly of what having Uncle Tony over for a game of poker would ultimately mean. Dad caught it immediately. An eyebrow arched in his steady gaze and his thick lips twitched at the corners behind his bushy black mustache. "I start the grill." He smiled genuinely and moved out the patio door. Uncle Tony had big steaks and big potatoes, saying that would mean we wouldn't have to make a salad or anything to go with it all. Just as he was walking out to flip the steaks and turn the baked pota- toes, there was a knock at the door. "Ah, Robb is right on time. I hope he bring good beer." Uncle Tony called out. Dad looked at me in surprise, as I looked back with the same expres- sion. "Tonyyyy..." Dad began only to be interrupted impatiently by his jovial brother. "Get door, vromoskilo, no make him stand there." Dad frowned and then put a fake smile on his face before pulling the door open. "Robb! Come in, come in!" Dad covered his disappointment. "Ayyy, Nick. Thanks for inviting me, man. Lookin' good, dog." Robb's street talk from working undercover vice seemed rather ingrained. "Where's the trouble maker?" "Tony, he on the patio." Dad answered. "Lemme jus' put these down, pass 'em out, n' we'll go see if he's get- tin' it right!" Robb moved to the counter and hauled six-packs from the bags he'd brought in. "Corona, Tequiza, or some of your greek stuff, boss?" Robb asked as he put the six-packs in the fridge. "I try your Corona." Dad answered. "Ever try Tequiza, man? It's got lime n' tequila in it, dog, good stuff." "Okay...'dog'...I try that one." Dad rolled his eyes at the word 'dog.' "You got no room t' make fun'a how I talk, Hercules. Robb chuckled, "'I...no...want...you...get...feelings...hurt'." Dad laughed tightly with him still not fully comfortable with the arrival of the other cop. "Okay, okay...you right, you right." I'd been staring at Robb Castillo since he swaggered in, my stomach buzzing quietly at the rough-edged hard-muscled physique and cocky attitude that probably went far to keep him safe and alive on the streets. There was something harsh and menacing in the thick dark brows over squinting eyes and the explosive mustache that thrust out from his upper lip to droop low and sweep back along his strong jaw on either side of a jutting almost clean-shaven chin. A dark shadow of gleaming bristly hair dusted that stong chin, his neck, and his chiseled cheeks. It left me nervous in spite of his smile to take in that severe face that seemed to state the man behind it could beat a man's brains out without break- ing a sweat or giving it a second thought. While I knew that was far from the truth and that Robb was a policeman dedicated to making the world a safer place, his harshly handsome face hid all traces of that fact. He was dressed haphazardly as if each piece of clothing had been picked with no regard for the others. A denim camouflage shirt hung from his broad rocky shoulders...a tear at the shoulder seam, the pocket half torn off and exposing a patch of dark furry chest, fraying where the sleeves had been recklessly slashed off, and the center open and unable to be buttoned across his thick muscle-bound torso. His legs were like Dad's and Uncle Tony's, tree trunks splashed with thick dark wiry curls of inky black male fur ending in big wide feet almost bare inside open leather sandals. Drawstring shorts of coarse black cotton gauze hung low on his hips well below his belly button and that intriguing "HORSE" tattoo. The thick path of hair descending down the center of Robb Castillo's chiseled stomach muscles fanned out just above the low-slung waist-band to hint at the forest of crotch hair enclosed just below. My breathing stopped when my eyes strayed lower. The open weave of the cotton threads left Robb's shorts rather sheer as if his heavy cock and balls hung low and fat in front of me covered only in shadow. His balls looked to be much like those of my father and uncle's, big as lemons and slung low in an incredibly furry ball sack. His cock was long, thick, and meaty...darker than the rest of his skin and ending in a dark purple head shaped like an oversized plum rather than the mushroom shape of Dad's and Uncle Tony's. If he was uncut, the foreskin must've been cowled back behind the base of the head as the full three to four inches of dark dusky headmeat was unmistakable under the arrogantly revealing shorts. The conversation between him and Dad was muffled and far away in my complete distraction with all that massive meat hanging inside the folds of that gauzy material. I did register Robb saying he'd gotten off his shift only a while ago and changed at the station before stopping off for beer on his way over. That explained the question in my mind of how he could have walked out of his house in front of his wife and daughters in those shorts. It also left me wondering, though, about the number of hungry and impressed glances he must've gotten along the way with that long thick slab of cock flopping around proudly under those almost sheer shorts. It hit me that their conversation had gone silent and I looked up from my point of fascination to find Dad rummaging through the cabinets for insula- ted beer sleeves and Robb looking down past the beer bottle tipped back at his lips right into my eyes. I flinched at the question that flew through my mind of how long he'd been watching me stare at his long thick horse-cock and huge hairy balls. He dropped the beer bottle from his lips and set it heavily on the table with an appreciative lift of one eyebrow. "Nicky...dude..." He took a step up and spun me around to face the fridge before grabbing my hands, placing them side on the door, and kicking my feet apart, "what's your daddy been feeding you, homes?" Big rough hands branded my skin as they roamed hotly across my body in the standard police pat-down pattern. Robb squatted behind me to bring his searing inspection down the length of my legs. My knees threaten- ed to buckle when one of those big paws reached between my thighs to cup the hard prick curving down and under my balls before pulling back and pres- sing into my ass crack as he rose back to his feet. "Steroids n' raw meat?!!" He turned me to face him, heavy hands on my shoulders and eyes flicking from one of mine to the other before sliding slowly down to my mouth. "Hercules junior, without the beard n' fur coat. Man, dude, you must beat 'em off with a stick." I felt heat sweep up my face in embarrassment at the exageration in his comments and nearly forgot the feel of his big hand cupping my swollen dick and balls before sliding firmly up the center of my ass. "Yes, Nicky work hard at gym." Dad's voice and smile were a mixture of pride and discomfort as he handed Robb the insulated holder for his beer. "Hey, man, we better get out n' check on Tony. A greek grilling steaks might not be a good idea." Robb turned toward the patio door after grabbing a black case from one of the grocery bags. "Good time t' break out the smokes, too." "Ayyyyyyyyyyy, Tonyyyyyyyyyy!" He slapped my uncle on the shoulder once outside the patio door, the blinds left pulled closed to keep the summer heat from sneaking in. "You ruin the shit outta those steaks yet?" "Hey, Robb! No, bastard, I only burn one the one for you!" "Pendejo. Cigar, dog?" "What kind you bring?" "The kind you're gonna smoke, dude." Robb opened up the black case. "Nick?" "No, I no like...smell terrible." Robb chuckled, unwrapped two, clipped the ends, and handed one to Uncle Tony before plopping himself into a patio chair as Dad slid into the other on the opposite side of the patio table. Robb grabbed the crotch of his shorts as he slouched down low in the chair, and yanked it up to where all that cock and ball meat now spilled long and heavy down one shadowy leg of his nearly sheer shorts. Uncle Tony picked up the stick lighter for the grill and slowly puffed his cigar until the end glowed red. I heard fingers snapping and turned to find Robb tipping back his beer and motioning for me to bring the lighter over. Taking the lighter, I went over to hand it to him only to have the big man put the cigar between his teeth and flick his head slightly in a way that said I was to light it for him. I clicked the flame and moved it to the tip of the cigar as he set his beer on the table and reached down to "scratch" the base of his thick meaty cock in a way that made the whole hefty length roll and flop obscenely under the thin see-through black fabric. I brought my eyes quickly up to his to find him staring back at me in- tently and me holding the lighter about an inch away from the tip of his cigar. He began puffing as I corrected my position of the lighter. I glanced over at Dad. He was also watching me, his hand dropped down between his thighs with a slight, slow, rhythmic movement of his wrist. I turned back to Robb, his open shirt, his big hard body, his handsome latin face, that intimadating mustache..half-beard..and penetrating eyes, and that thick cock and heavy hairy ball sack pushing the leg of his shorts outward. With the thin open-weave of the black shorts, I found I could even clearly make out one thick heavy vein running across the top of that bulky slab of cock that had to be laying at least nine inches from base to head inside those shorts. That vein branched off into numerous bulging erratic tributaries...leaving that huge cock looking all at once smooth and corded, enticing and yet threaten- ing. "Hey! Dude. I heard about the big robbery downtown. What was all that about, man?" Robb asked. I stood there loving the raspy growl to the latin accent in his deep gravelly voice. Dad was deep into his story when he began waving his big hands in front of his face with a disgusted look crossing his dark handsome features. "Ah! You two going to kill me with stink smoke. I go to bathroom, Nicky and me...we drink much water at lake today." Dad got up and headed into the house. Robb slowly dropped his cigar in an ashtray, then stretched out lazily and swept his eyes over me from head to toe. His arm moved his hand to retrieve the half-smoked cigar from the ash- tray. "Nicky," His deep rough voice seemed to rake through my insides, "I need another light." Something in his tone left me feeling nervous as I reached past Uncle Tony watching the steaks for the stick lighter. I step over to Robb's side, his eyes boring into mine the whole time. Clicking the lighter to life, I placed it at the tip of the cigar as Robb puffed the end to a bright red glow and thick rich smoke billowed up around me. I stared down past the cigar to where the undercover cop's long fat cock formed a salami-sized tube down the leg of his revealing shorts. A hand grabbing the back of the waistband of my own shorts left me looking up to find I'd let the lighter drift several inches from the end of Robb's cigar. When I glanced over to his face, the only expression I found there was a slight raising of both his heavy eyebrows. I followed the movement of the big hand not grasping the waist of my shorts. It left holding his cigar steady and dropped down to his lap. My eyes took in the big forearm looking like a ham between his elbows and wrist....the wide hand that looked somewhat like a darkly tanned dinner plate...and, the long thick-knuckled fingers that curled under the hem of his shorts. Uncle Tony was facing away toward the grill, Dad was in the bathroom, the vertical blinds of the patio door blocking the view from inside, and Robb's left hand stayed holding the back of my waistband as the right pulled the leg of his shorts up. I felt lightheaded as I took in the heavily muscled thigh and all the wild riot of thick black hair coating his skin there like a curly fur coat. The long fat horse-cock that had been nestled inside swung away and downward, twisting thickly and pulling those dark hairs cradling it along with the cumbersome meaty shaft. The big cop's huge cock looked like some massive ship of meat lumbering away from its dock and snapping the mooring lines in the process. Huge balls tumbled out from the leg of his shorts as well, dropping to sag their hair-forested sack down toward the cement patio below. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the hand at the back of my shorts pulling me downward. I stared at that big cock...all dark, thick, long, and heavy...the dark purple head now half-sheathed in plump tan fore- skin. Nine and a half or ten inches of thick bull-meat swayed, lifted, and fell in front of me like a snake charmer's cobra. I could feel my heart hammering inside my chest, a chest that was rising and falling rapidly as my breath came and went in fast heaving pants. I could feel my slack jaw and open mouth...not actually from desire to taste or suck, but from sheer awe and wonder. That huge dick on the undercover vice cop with "HORSE" tattooed in a wide arch low on his waist was a work of pure male stallion art. Bared completely that massive cock looked as if it had been master- fully carved from a solid branch of deep dark wood. Every detail of it seemed as if it had been meticulously crafted to achieve absolute male perfection. The thick vein travelling a diagonal path up that strong wide shaft branched out as if pumping power and drive into the full intimidating hulking length. The big hand bunching the leg of the shorts at the base of that brutal beauty let go and grabbed the base of that bull-cock. Robb flung that thick heavy tube of cock flesh up and across his thigh toward me. I was so close, the head was only a few inches from my face. It felt as if that huge dick was actually breathing on me until I realized it was my own heated breath being reflected back by the nearness of that big slab of meat. The hand at the base of that beautiful dark cock squeezed, the shaft swelled in both length and width, the head expanded and the deep fleshy slit gaped as a thick stream of precum burped outward. The sounds of the steaks sizzling on the grill receded as a buzzing in my ears shut out everything else. That buzzing slowly turned into a roar as I stared hungrily at the thick flow of milky white fluid. The hand at my waist slid up to the back of my head and pushed me forward. I opened my mouth and the thick hooded head slid inside. The gangbanger-looking cop allowed me less than a minute to savor the rich salty flow that had travelled up through his massive cock from inside the heavy hairy balls hanging low between the big man's powerhouse thighs before pushing my head forward and snaking all those thick flexible inches deep down inside my throat. I disappeared into a world where nothing existed except the huge cock lodged tightly within my neck and thrusting into the beginnings of my stomach. Suddenly, that was all wrenched away when that thick strong cock was yanked from inside me and the roar in my ears vanished to be replaced by the steaks searing on the grill and the patio door being pulled open. "Nicky," I heard Robb's voice at the same time as I felt the wall of his wide muscled body rise up to stand in front of my much smaller kneeling one. "while you're tyin' your shoes, man...what kind'a sneakers are those, homes?" "I...uhhhh...." My voice refused to work as I caught his hint and yanked the knots in the laces loose before moving to re-tie them. "Nicky, those they are the Nike's we just buy? Or, old shoes you have before?" Dad offered as I heard him take his seat across the table from Robb and me. "Oh yeah, Nike's...my new ones we just got." I managed to get out... my mind drifting in the taste of Robb's precum, sweat, and cock on my tongue, and the musky masculine smell of his crotch coating my face and filling my nose with each inhale. "Look like a sweet ride. What style are they, dude?" Tony was looking down at me chewing on the last of his cigar and puffing out a cloud of smoke that curled around his hard-edged severly handsome face. My eyes dropped to the thick cock arching his shorts out in front of him into a deep long curve. "I'm not sure...I mean, I don't really remember." "S' okay, homes, it should say on the inside. Let's go inside for some paper and a pen...you can show me the jon n' write that shit down for me, dog." Robb kind of side-stepped across Dad toward the door, keeping his back to Dad. "Tony, how much longer, dude?" "Three...maybe four minute. They sit five more before ready to eat. No hurry." "Good deal." Robb slid the door open and motioned me inside first. Closing the door, he ordered, "Bathroom, Nicky." I led him down the hallway and then stepped back for him to pass me and go inside. Instead, he grabbed me by the neck and shoved me inside in front of him...then, pulled my tanktop over my head as I stumbled blindly into the bath- room countertop and sink. A big hand caught me between my shoulder blades just after my shirt came off and before I had a chance to get my balance or my bearings. I found myself shoved down onto the cold marble at the same time as my shorts were pulled down to my knees leaving my fifteen year old ass framed only by the straps and waistband of my jock. "Don't worry, lil' papi, I'm only gonna take a quick test drive." The vice cop's voice was quiet and matter of fact. 'Lil' papi' was a pet name I'd heard latin grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, older brothers and sisters, and older family friends call a young boy in the family. It was much like saying 'lil' man.' The use of the term of endearment left me feeling warm and special with my young ass bared in front of the big muscled cop. The pressure and the hand left the center of my back as Robb stepped back a bit and that hand moved down to my ass, the big thick thumb and the other long wide fingers pulled my cheeks in opposite directions. Cool air swept across my suddenly exposed hole. SMACK!!! His other wide palm came down on my ass, hitting dead center and sending slow deep vibrations of pleasure outward from my asshole. My prick went instantly rock hard as a quick gasp caught in my throat. The hand left my ass while the thumb and forefinger kept my asscheeks held open. SMACK!!! More waves of pleasure resounded up my spine, though my balls, and down the back of my legs as a choked whimper escaped my chest and I tilted my face up to look at Robb's reflection in the mirror. He stared back at me, his eyes dark and slitted. "Guess I got it wrong, 'puppy'...not 'papi'. Huh.........puppy?" I couldn't think. I couldn't answer. All I could do was lay there bent in front of him...waiting...craving...asking for his hand to come down on my ass- hole again to have that hot tantalizing impact coursing through me once more. It didn't, though. He suddenly dropped from view and I felt my prick yanked back bet- ween my legs and a warm wet sloppy mouth engulf the twitching head and half my shaft. That hot mouth released my prick and slathered up my balls to my wide- spread asscheeks. A thick raspy tongue shot inside my hole, spearing my ass with its swip- ing flesh. My legs jerked apart in surprise and my feet flew up from the floor, the slow assault of the vice cop's tongue left my body squirming against his face and the countertop as my hands shot up to clench against the mirror. As quickly as it started, Robb Castillo pulled his hot tongue from my hole and rose up behind me. His face was hard, his eyes hot and piercing. He shoved his shorts down, his camouflage denim shirt framed the big slabs of hairy chest muscle and rippled abs on either side of the thick dark line of curly hair decending down past his waist. "Test drive time, puppy." Every part of me tensed. The rough looking man looked mean and threatening...the dark rumble of his lowerered voice left him seeming even more so. I didn't think I had anything to fear with my dad and uncle out on the patio, but the look him and sound of the deep 'street' tone to his voice left me not entirely sure. He leaned that big strong body over me. I could feel the head of his huge dark cock finding its mark in my spit-slick asshole. A thick muscled arm came around my face tightly where it cut of the air to my nose and mouth. My eyes shot up to his in both surprise and fear as he leaned his hard mean face down to mine. "I like it tight..." His brows drew down and his eyes became glittering slits as he growled harshly into my ear. "This big cock I got at your back door, homes, it wants t' feel you little asshole cry." Before his words really set in, he shoved forward and bashed my hole open. My body bucked, my eyes clouded with bright white light, and pain seared through me as the fat head of his thick meat thrust into me. I barely registered his next words as the deep resounding pain radiat- ing from my bruised asshole left me plummeting toward unconsciousness. "Ohhhh yeahhhhh, puppy cholo, damned fuckin' tight!" Through the haze of searing pain, I felt him pull out slightly and then shove back further inside. I couldn't scream or breathe. The big arm around my mouth and nose cut off both attempts. I felt fully in his power, completely at his mercy, and en- tirely owned by him as he dragged a few inches of huge monster cock back out of me only to thrust savagely back in and drive even more of his monu- mental cock into my fifteen year old ass. The big fierce man snaked that huge slab of meat all the way out of my distended hole and eased the grip of his arm around my neck enough for me to gasp in sudden relief. "Man, homes! You're uncle said you were tight as shit, n' he wasn't fuckin' lyin,' man!" His grip tightened around my throat again as he punched the long wide bullet-shaped head of his giant cock past my assring and began shoving that huge mule-dick up inside my ass once again. My whole body bucked and strained as tears fell down my cheeks... tears sliding from my eyes in the intense mixture of pain, strain, and the odd pleasure rolling side by side it all inside me. I felt my body filling with the monster cock jutting forward from between the bestial thighs of the big man behind me. I felt my assring stretched to hell and back, and the inside of my ass struggling with the massive length and girth of the humongous hulking cock thrusting ever deeper inside me. It was as if I could feel it pushing past my insides, stretching out the in- ner walls of my ass to grip Robb Castillo's fat solid cock like a strained glove. I could feel it pushing everything aside to make room for its extreme size. My head reeled as it began to feel as if he were shoving that huge meat up along- side my stomach and into my chest. I barely registered the pelt of thick hair frothing from his crotch finally pressing into my soft hairless asscheeks. "Aw, fuck, man!" The words heaved from the vice cop's chest. "Dude, it feels like you got twenty assholes inside you grabbin' at my cock like they're starvin,' man! Fuck!" The arm around my neck pulled away only to have a big meaty paw clamp over my mouth and jerk my head back against the cop's muscle-bound hairy chest arching my back into a deep curve in the process. The cop pulled that hulking steel battering ram between his legs out to just the tip of the head, the feeling within me as if he were pulling my insides out with the vacuumn of that huge meat being yanked from my ass. Then, he slammed back in without enough spit to easily grease the way. I reached up and clawed at his thick muscled hairy arms, and kicked my heels against his hard ass and the backs of his thighs in delirious desper- ate overload. "Aw, yeah, puppy! Your uncle, man, he didn't do this hot ass of yours justice, homes!" He hauled that huge cock back out of me, and then slammed it back in to the hilt as I clung even more tightly and kicked more feverishly at the spine compacting impact. "Oh yeah, dude." He yanked his horse-meat out again and rammed back inside. "My partner, Doc...man, he gotta getta piece'a this." Robb began thrusting his entire thick length in and out of my barely lubed hole, dragging my assring in and out with his massive girth. "You gonna like Doc, lil' puppy. Him n' me together...dude, your ass ain't ever gonna be the same!!" Then, in an instant, everything changed. The hand over my mouth pulled away as I gulped much needed oxygen into my air-starved lungs. I lay there gasping as the big brute of a cop reached down and began jerking his long, thick, hard cock up and down inside my ass as he slowly hauled it out. I stared at his reflection...at the hard chiseled facial features, the menacing dark eyes, the intimidating shaved head, the gangbanger beard and mustache, and the towering muscle-packed hairy frame of the cop who just viciously violated my young ass. "You done good, vato!" He nodded his head with a lifted eyebrow as his look focused on my upturned ass where his fat cock finally slid free. "You should be proud, homes!" He leaned down and skinned my jock down to my shorts, then pulled both from my feet. "Now...you know what puppies are good for, right, man?" He chuckled, hauled me to my feet, and pulled me back against him when my weak legs threatened to give way. The big cocky thug-looking cop then walked me over to the tub and carefully tossed me inside. I landed softly on my back, head toward the drain and legs angled up against the tile wall. "Y' know what else puppies're good for, dude?" He stood like a tall brick wall of muscle, hair, and flesh...his shorts still halfway down his fur-matted thighs, balls hanging low and heavy between the hairy tree-trunk legs, and thick gorilla cock arcing out in front of him as some of its steely hardness slowly faded. I lay there unsure of how to answer. My asshole ached and throbbed from the brutal invasion of the massive cock erupting from the thick cloud of hair crowding the vice cop's crotch. I could still feel that huge meaty battering-ram up inside my body, the hard muscle of that big arm around my face, and that heavy hand coming down on my tight exposed asshole. My balls were tight against my crotch, and my dick pressed hard and flexing wildly into my bellybutton as I lay below the tall hairy man. I stared at the big imposing bastard above me without answering as he stared back in equal silence. I could see his balls shift and drop lower between his thick and hairy thighs. His cock bobbed...once...twice...and my eyes fell to the shiny greasy- looking thick shaft just as the piss slit bisecting the dark purple fleshy head gaped and a heavy stream of warm golden piss spewed from inside and splashed hotly across my chest and neck. I felt my chest heave up, air sweep in to fill my lungs, eyes go wide in surprise, and my balls shudder up against the base of my teenage prick as cum burst from them and raced up my shaft. I reached both hands up to the sides of the tub as my head twisted left and right, ropes of cum jetting from the head of my thrashing cock and pouring down my torso to mix the thick splashing flow of piss raining down on me from Robb Castillo's massive cock. Rubbing my hands through my hair, pressing my palms into my scalp, gulping air into my lungs, and crying out silently I rode out an orgasm that came without my being touched by anything but the hot flow of piss from the cop who towered above me. His stream lessened and then stopped completely as he milked the last golden drops right down onto my face, cum still spewing from my dick all the while. The big man jerked the drape closed and then leaned in and turned the shower on with ice cold water, the sudden shock halting the next jet of cum from my balls on the spot. I lay there gasping now from the icy water while he directed the shower- head from my crotch to my face. Shutting the water off, he jerked the curtain back open and threw a towel down to me...then, pulled his shorts back in place and stuffed his thick equipment down one leg once again. "Make it fast, homes." He grabbed one of my feet and yanked the Nike sneaker from it as I did as he ordered. "Move it, move it!" He hissed quietly when I stood to finish dry- ing off and hurried to pull on my clothes. When done, he handed me the shoe with the tongue pulled back. "Here, write that crap down and then bring it out to me." The big cop left me to hurry behind him as he lumbered down the hall- way, crossed the living room, and then strode out onto the patio as if nothing had happened. Still shaking from sudden brutal assault on my young asshole, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and sat down to at the dinner table. Pushing off the realization everything that just happened had done so in around only about five minutes, I scurried to write down the style of the shoe and join the men on the patio. To be continued... 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