Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2021 21:42:21 +0000 From: Matthew Storm Subject: Deviant Cop Adventures - Chapter 4 This is a work of fiction. Please, donate to Nifty to keep these stories going: https://donate.nifty.org/ Please give feedback: mattstorm1997@gmail.com Part 3.5 -- Tony's Party A few minutes after his brother Mark's car left his driveway, Tony's phone buzzed. "Are we still up for tonight?", asked John in a group chat. "Yup," Tony replied. At around 6 p.m., they started coming. They were 5 in all, 4 of his friends and Jack, Frank's kid. Jack wasn't actually a kid, but a 17-year-old, and Frank had started bringing him to their boy's club a few months back. Tony led them all to the basement downstairs where he'd built his "man cave": a table for their games of poker, leather chairs, a couple of sofas, a TV with gaming consoles, a mini fridge with beers, and some trunks with random stuff, which were kept locked. Tony went over to the fridge as the others complied to their number 1 rule of poker nights: no clothes allowed. All around him, the others were stripping down, leaving their clothes on a pile in the corner. Tony distributed beers before he himself took off his clothes. As he did so, he couldn't help but stare at Jack: the boy was only 17, but the monster hanging between his legs was that of a true man. Even now, hanging limp and soft, it was bigger than the others, at around 4 inches. "Fuck man, I always forget how big you are," Tony said, tugging Jack's cock a couple of times as the boy let out a laugh. "You remind me of my brother." "You've seen your brother's dick?", Jack asked. "I've sucked my brother's dick," Tony replied. The others laughed. "That's fucking hot," Jack said. Tony's tugging on his dick had left him semi hard and he started playing with his balls. He was already quite hairy, and, if his father Frank served as any indication, he would become a true bear by adulthood. For now, he had a nice, black bush on top of his cock, a nice happy trail leading up to his flat belly and some hairs on his chest and pits. He was a bit lanky, tall and not that buff, your typical nerdy kid. Frank, on the other hand, was a true bear: all hair and girth, from his belly to his cock. His cock wasn't as long as his son's, but it was thicker. Frank approached Tony from behind and started feeling his ass, caressing his cheeks and then rubbing his hole. "We're starting like this already?", Tony asked, feigned indignation in his voice as he started pushing his ass out against Frank's hand. "I mean, you're the designated cum dumpster for tonight," Richard said with a laugh. "Fine by me," Tony said and, just like that, the night started before they had even played a hand of poker. Frank kept rubbing his hole and Tony kept stroking Jack. By then, Jack was fully erect, his dick standing at about 9 inches. The other three were playing with each other's cocks, drinking beer and talking casually, observing as the father-son duo warmed him up for the night. Without any kind of resistance, Frank slipped his index through his hole and, finding it loose enough, he quickly slipped in a second. They all took turns being the designated cum dumpster (all except Jack, only Frank got to fuck his kid), but they all knew Tony was the best at it. The truth was, when he wasn't their designated cum dumpster that week, he assumed that role somewhere else: down at the Factory (the gay bar that hosted somewhat illegal sex parties), the bathhouse, the park, the public bathrooms. Wherever he could get fucked, Tony would go. He'd realised, after many years of introspection, that his insatiable need to get fucked and filled with cum originated from all the fooling around he'd done with Mark when they'd been kids. Mark had never fucked him, and that had sent Tony on an ending journey to find some kind of replacement. But he knew he would never find it. First, because no one he'd met had had a cock like Mark's. Second, because Mark was his brother, and that was a fantasy no one else could fulfil. Tony bent down to take Jack's cock in his mouth and, behind him, Frank spat on his cock and then on Tony's hole. Without much of a ceremony, he slipped his cock inside, and Tony squirmed in pain at the sudden invasion, even though there wasn't much resistance. They spit-roasted him for a while until Frank gripped his hips and shoved his cock as deep inside his guts as it would go and unloaded inside him. At the same time, Jack was facefucking him, so all Tony could do was relish in the pleasure of feeling the warm, incredible seed filling his insides. "Fuck, I really needed to unload that one," Frank said as he came down from his orgasm, pulling his cock out. Despite being the oldest, at 47, Frank was also the horniest of the bunch, always ready to fuck and cum 4 or 5 times a night. "Great start to the night," Ian said, still stroking his cock while watching the show from one of the chairs. Tony stopped sucking Jack and licked the slobber that covered his chin and lips while the others sat at the table and Jack went to the sofa. "Let's play a hand?", Aaron asked. "Yeah," Tony replied. He sat down on his chair and put his feet on the table in a spread eagle position, giving them all a clear view of his hole. Then, he put his hand underneath his hole and, slowly, he started pushing Frank's load out of himself, letting it pool in his hand. "Yeah," the others said, appreciating the view. When he couldn't push out any more, Tony lapped the load from his hand. "Delicious as ever, Frank," he said. They played a few hands and, in between, one of them would come over to Frank's chair, spread his legs, and fuck him for a bit while everyone else got more beer and shuffled the cards or smoked a cigar. Some would cum inside him, others in his mouth, others wouldn't cum at all, instead just using him as a play-thing in between games that they could use while talking to each other. He loved that the most: getting fucked casually as a thing his friends could use for fun. Jack came over to fuck him twice, cumming once down his throat. When one of them had to piss, Tony would just kneel down and gulp down their clear, warm piss. As the night went on and they got more and more wasted, poker was slowly forgotten and they all focused on Tony. He sat spread eagle again, giving them free access to his hole, and Frank started playing with it, finger fucking him. He was so sloppy and loose by then that Frank could open him with no problem, even with his thick, sausage-like fingers. He put three first, then four and then he said: "Let's see if you can take a cold brewski up in there." Everyone laughed in approval and Tony spread his hole wide with his hands, grinning. He was drunk and didn't really care about what they did to him. He wanted them to use him, abuse him, do whatever they wanted. Frank got a can of beer and lubed it up with the cum all around Tony's hole. Then, slowly, he started pushing the can inside him. Tony gasped at the sensation. He'd never been opened so wide. Yet, it felt amazing and, truthfully, it wasn't that hard. The can entered slowly, slowly while the others looked on, fascinated. Jack had stopped his game to come over, sporting a raging boner. "Fuck yeah," Ian whispered, watching as the can almost disappeared inside. Then, Tony pushed out and the can plopped back in Frank's hand, leaving his hole gaping and open. It felt incredible. "What a fucking champ," Frank said, already positioning the can for another go. They did that for a couple more times. Then, Frank left the can on the table and inserted all 5 of his fingers in Tony. He kept pushing until he came to the widest section of his hand. Tony's breath was suspended from the sensation, but there was no pain. He was relaxed and ready for it. With one last push, Frank's fat, hairy hand disappeared inside Tony's hole. They all laughed again, incredulous at what they were seeing, cheering Tony for the feat. Tony was laughing with them, also not believing what was happening and how incredible it felt. Frank pulled his fist out, and slowly inserted it back in. After the fifth time of doing that, he picked up his pace until he was almost punching Tony's hole. Meanwhile, Jack had started fucking his mouth again. Suddenly and without warning, Tony pissed himself, the sensation of Frank's fist going in and out and stimulating his prostate making him lose control of his own body. His body wanted Frank to stop, but his mind didn't want to intervene. He wanted to be used completely by them, however they saw fit. He was their play-thing, and they could do whatever they wanted to him. They all got a turn fisting him, all fascinated as their hands disappeared inside him, and they all came one last time inside him, filling his guts once again. Even though by then he was so loose and open that there was no chance of him keeping their loads inside for long, instead letting them drip down his legs, scooping as much as he could up with his fingers and eating it. They left sometime after 4 and, alone in his room, still buzzed from the beer and the overstimulation of his body, Frank lay down. He spread his legs again and put his own fist up his hole. With the other hand, he stroked himself. He closed his eyes and came all over his body, thinking of Mark. Part 4 -- Back for Seconds The drive back started out in silence, but I soon started talking about Pemberley again and that got Alec talking. He was excited and he told me a bit more about his life now in high school, which confirmed my idea that he wasn't as shy as he led me to believe. He vaguely told me about a girlfriend and some other girls he'd seen and about his buddies, with whom he spent most of his time with. They seemed like a touchy subject, especially one called Tyler, so I moved on from the topic. When we got to the site, it was still sunny, but the day was coming to an end. I went to the reception and paid the extra fee for Alec's stay. He apologised when he realised I'd have to pay for him, saying he wouldn't have come if he'd known, and I told him not to even think about it. "I do have some bad news," I said. "The cabin I'm in right now only has one bedroom and they don't have any more cabins available." "Oh," he said, looking panicked again. "What does that mean?" "The cabin has a couch. I'll sleep there, you sleep in the bedroom." "No, I sleep on the couch." "No way. I'm the uncle and it's my cabin. I sleep on the couch." He gruntled but said nothing else. We drove up to the cabin and I showed it to him which, admittedly, didn't take long since it was pretty small. I took my stuff out of my bedroom, embarrassed by the state it was in -- with sweaty and dirty clothes strewn all around -- and told him to settle in while I went to take a shower. "Afterwards we can go grab a bite at the bar by the lake," I suggested. "Sounds good to me," he replied. I grabbed my hygiene pouch and towel and walked outside towards the public showers. Truthfully, I was feeling very horny from the day spent swimming around with Tony and Alec. The memories of me and Tony fooling around had resurfaced and I wondered whether he still did anything with men or if he was straight as they come. I walked towards the shower sporting a semi underneath my gym shorts, anxious for a chance to rub one out. In front of me was a couple, talking excitedly. As they approached the building, they gave each other a quick kiss, and each went into their respective side of the building. I followed the man inside and, in the light, recognised him as the boy I'd raped in the woods just the day before. Grinning, I followed him to the shower section and he held the door open for me. Only then did he see me. "Oh," he said, shocked. "Back for seconds?" I asked. "Yes, please," was his immediate response. I grinned and followed him inside. He started taking off his clothes and, before I could take off mine, he was on his knees before me, waiting patiently and dutifully. I took off my shirt and let him feel up my body, hungry. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know: he was a whore, through and through, and he knew his place. I played with my cock, slapping his face with it, watching precum stick to his stubble, his mouth open and always trying to taste my dick, but I kept it away from him, teasing him. I forced his mouth open with my hand and he put out his tongue and I spat on him. He swallowed, and opened again, wanting more. Eventually, I shoved my cock down his throat and kept it there forcefully, hearing him gag. When I thought it had been enough, I took it out and watched as his eyes watered, slobber running down his chin, the same look of hunger on his face. I face fucked him relentlessly, shoving my cock deep inside his throat until his nose was pressed against my pubes. I kept his head steady with my hands and thrust again and again and again as if I was fucking some loose pussy. Still, he wanted more. But, before I could continue, the door to the showers swung open. I didn't flinch. Getting caught was part of the thrill. But I was surprised to recognise the man standing before me: Max, the soccer coach from Pemberley. "Mark?", he asked. The kid looked up, scared, and tried to scramble away, but I held him in place by his hair and pushed his face down on my cock. "Max!", I replied, grinning. "Care to join me?" "Fuck yeah." Max closed the door behind him and immediately stripped down. We were built similarly, he perhaps a bit smaller and less burly, his muscles more defined. He was a hairy fucker, dark hair up and down his body, his chest hair connecting to his beard through his neck. I knew all that hair resulted in an amazing stench all summer, a stench I could smell even now. His cock was thick too, not unlike mine, and it didn't take long for it to stand erect. I remembered back in our military days, when we'd fuck the younger kids in the showers and they'd come back begging for more, their holes too loose from our cocks for them to enjoy anything else. I kept the kid's head in place and Max pushed down on his back so he would arch it, his ass up in the air. Then, he knelt down behind him, spat on his cock and gave it a few strokes, and pushed it in. "You've done some work here," he commented. "He can take me with no problem." "Yeah I fucked him in the forest the other day." "Fuck yeah," Max said, going deeper and deeper. I could feel the kid squirming with pain, but he stayed put. I pulled his head out of my cock and he look at me, desperation and pleasure in his eyes, certainly wondering how he'd ended up in some public showers getting fucked by two guys but too high on pleasure to question it further. To complete his humiliation, as Max's hips connected to his ass, I started pissing on him, my warm jet hitting his face, falling on his back. He had his mouth open, eager for anything of mine to land on him, eager for me to bless him with whatever I could bother giving him. It was so pathetic, watching his mouth fill with my piss as Max pounded his ass ruthlessly, the sound of their skin smacking echoing in the showers. When I was done pissing, Max pulled out so I could have a go at the boy's pussy. The boy stayed put on his fours, his ass in the air, moving back and forth as if someone was fucking him. Instead, his hole was gaping, open and loose, creamy with Max's precum. The boy was moaning even though neither of us were touching him, so desperate was he for us to degrade him further. I took Max's place in between his hips and buried my cock down that open hole without a second of hesitation. The boy arched his back, his first instincts begging him to pull away, but Max had taken hold of his head and was now pushing his cock down his throat, keeping him in place. We spit roasted him, his hole so loose I could barely feel any resistance. I knew he would spend the rest of his life with a void inside him that only our cocks could fill. He would probably go to orgies, let himself be fucked by whoever, hoping someone could fill him like we did. But that would never happen. Suddenly, the door to the showers opened and the boy tried instinctively tried to move away, but me and Max held him in place and kept fucking him despite the newly arrived audience. I looked over and recognized Marshall's dad on the right, a typical 40-something-year-old guy with a somewhat fit body and a nice fur cover over his chest. The other was a black guy, in his 30's, fit as a bull and with a nice, thick beard. "Looks like a party in here," said Marshall's dad, laughing. "Too bad it's on our last day here," the other guy added. Right, Marshall had said they'd be leaving the campsite today. "Care to join us?", Max asked. "Yeah, I think we're almost done," I said. "Fuck yeah," Marshall's dad said. They were both wearing swim shorts and had their towels over their shoulders. They hung the towels and started stripping off. Marshall's dad's cock was average, but the other guy's was similar to mine and Max's, perhaps not as long, but certainly as girthy as ours. They stood next to us stroking their cocks as we kept fucking the boy and it didn't take me long to finish. I buried my cock as deep as it would go and shot my load up the guy's guts, him moaning as I blessed him with my semen. I pulled out, assessing the damage, and his hole was gaping wide, leaking cum. Me and Max switched places and I let the boy clean my cock, taking the last drips of cum while Max shot his load inside him as well. When Max was done, I slapped the boy's face with my semi-hard cock and asked him: "What do you say?" "Thank you, Sir," he immediately answered, looking up at me with puppy eyes. "You like taking stranger's loads?" "I love it, Sir." "You're going to take two more loads?" "Yes, Sir." "What are you?" "A fucking whore," he answered as the black guy slipped inside him. The boy grunted with pain but, to be honest, by then he was probably numb. That was when I noticed he'd pissed himself while we'd fucked him. "That's right," I said. "A fucking whore." I got up and Marshall's dad took my place on the bench and the boy immediately took his cock in his mouth. Meanwhile, me and Max walked over to one of the showers and turned it on. I felt the rush of cold water hit my shoulders and sighed. God, I fucking love this life. Max joined me in the shower, just like we used to do back in the army. "So, any news?", he asked as he scrubbed his body. Neither of us had brought shampoo, we were just getting the grime off our bodies. "Ah, right," I said. "I have something to talk to you about." And I told him about Alec and his soccer scholarship for Pemberley. "Nice, your nephew's coming my way," he said, grinning. "I'm not sure he likes those things," I said. "Why not? Isn't his father a whore too?" "Yes, but the boy's super shy and quiet. I haven't been able to sus him out." "Well, I'm sure you'll open him up before he comes to me, if you know what I mean." "I might, I might," I conceded, getting semi hard just at the suggestion of me fucking Alec. I tried to let go of those thoughts and we finished showering. In the common area, the other guys were just finishing with the swimmer boy, the black man unloading inside him just as we stepped out of the shower. Me and Max dried ourselves while watching them use the boy and left just as he collapsed on the ground, filled with cum, semen dripping out of his open, gaping hole. I said goodbye to Max as he went to his cabin and I went to mine. Inside, Alec was lying on the bed, asleep. I smiled at the sight of his slight frame, so soft and pale, like a fragile little thing, and rummaged the floor for some clothes I could put on for dinner. I was certain I'd left one of my white tank tops somewhere around, but couldn't find it. Yeah, it had been used and probably stank a little, but I didn't mind wearing it a few more times. I resigned myself to an old t-shirt that was probably too small for me -- the fabric tight enough to show my nipples underneath -- and slipped a pair of sneakers on and then sat on the bed. I looked at Alec for a minute or so, entranced by him. It dawned on me that I found him... beautiful. I'd never really looked at him that way, but I knew that, deep down, I'd always found him attractive. Whenever I came up to Lake Silvershore, I always looked forward to visiting Tony, not necessarily because of him but because of Alec. Alec, who was always nervous around me; Alec who I'd always wanted to have a close relationship with. And, now, here he was, sleeping on my bed. And all I wanted to do was to lean down and kiss his soft, pink lips. Instead, I caressed his face, and he woke up with a jump. I realised then that this probably wasn't your typical uncle behaviour and I felt my face turn beet red. "Hey," I said. "A mosquito was buzzing around your face," I lied. "Oh, sorry, I feel asleep on your bed." "No, it's my fault, I took a long time in the shower. Plus, this is your bed now," I replied. "Right..." There was an awkward pause and then I said: "Let's go have dinner?"