Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2017 15:36:51 +0000
From: Boo Daftmore <boodaftmore@outlook.com>
Subject: Neil the Cock Fiend part III

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	Neil and I threw on our clothes as fast as possible. I felt a
sticky wetness on my chest as I put my cum stained T-shirt back on. Fuck! I
knew I should have brought another shirt.  I knew this would happen...

I looked at Neil, we were both panting and had faces spackled with
cum. Neil burst out laughing, covering his mouth quickly to muffle the
sound.

"Fuck you!" I hissed then looked at the door. "What do we do?"

The knocking was getting heavier. A voice came from behind it.

"Hey, I know what you're doing in there! Don't think I haven't called the
cops!"

Neil answered, "The only thing we can do..."

I looked around the little room. Shelves full of tools, boxes and other
junk were lined up against the walls, except where someone had created the
glory hole. My eyes paused on it. It was about three inches in diameter
with duct tape lining the edges to protect any swollen members which poked
through.

I looked at Neil. He was such a sex freak. I dunno how many times I'd
walked in on him getting plowed or double teamed on the couch...or the
kitchen counter...or my bed...He finally convinced me to come here with
him. Insisting it was safe, insisting it would do me some good. Maybe get
me over this slump I've been in, ever since the break up with--

"Run!" Neil yelled, breaking my thoughts.

He ran. Towards the door, in one quick motion, unlocked the bolt then
opened it pressing his full weight against the door and pushing the dude
outside to the floor. My eyes grew in shock, then without thinking, I
followed suite. Running as fast as I could through the hall way, and
through the emergency exit that Neil had thrown open. The door's alarm
echoed through the building.

Out the door and through the alley, I finally caught up to Neil. We slowed
our pace together to a jog. I could see he was smiling. He looked up to the
night sky through the highrises surrounding us and howled. It echoed
through the chill night air. Then he laughed like a maniac. He really was
such a dick sometimes.

We finally made it back home. I was sweaty, sticky and quite frankly a hot
mess. I immediately called shot gun for the bathroom, then jumped in the
shower after throwing off my dank clothes. The water was hot and steamy. I
sighed and closed my eyes, letting it pour over my face. Grabbing the body
wash I filled my palm with a good squirt then rubbed it over my chest,
starting to get a good lather.

My chest felt hard and muscly, my nipples soft. I pinched the right one,
then rubbed it, hard. I was still so fucking horny from getting my ass
rammed before. I hadn't even gotten a chance to cum yet. My hands worked
their way to my stomach. The water and soft lighting of the bathroom made
my abs appear even more defined than usual. Soap suds ran their way down to
my cock, which was hard as rock, pointing straight forward, curved slightly
up. I massaged my ass cheeks, they were firm yet suptle. Not a bubbly
bouncy butt like Neils, but a nice one none the less. My fingers found
their way to my hole. My ass lips felt puffy, my fingers slid in easily. I
exhaled as I filled myself with four of them. I began to jack my cock, the
body wash enhancing the pleasure.  I stretched my hole with my fingers,
moving the entire length of them in and out of my cum dump. It didn't feel
anywhere near as good as the nice jock cock from before, but it would do
for now.

I was thinking more about getting fucked, and sucking down more hot loads
when I heard a sudden pounding from the front door of our apartment. I
continued jacking my cock absent mindedly while my focus switched to
outside the bathroom. Another pounding, then murmered speaking. Neil was
speaking to someone...no, not just someone. Maybe two or three people. I
couldn't be sure. He was probably just getting some pot delivered again and
his dumbass drug dealer brought some buddies. Neil always payed for his
drugs by giving head. He really was such a slut.

I stopped jacking my cock and withdrew my fingers from my man cunt. The
talking had stopped and I strained to hear anything. The water from the
shower sprayed against the glass. I rinsed off all the suds then shut it
off. I could hear something. A sound I knew. I exited the shower and
grabbed a towel off the rack. Quickly, I towel dried my hair, then my
body. I checked myself out in the mirror as I did so. My body was thin yet
muscly. My arms were defined but not huge, and my ab muscles were tight,
forming a nice V down to my love stick. I turned to look at my ass. It was
muscly and high, my lower back had those nice muscles that led downwards. I
flexed them, pushing my ass out, then spread my cheeks apart. I rubbed my
hairless love hole , feeling the swollen ass lips again.

I stopped admiring my body when I heard the voices return. Aggressive and
rough sounding, I couldn't make out what they were saying. I furrowed my
brow in concern, then wrapped the towel around my waist. Slowly and quietly
I opened the bathroom door. The sounds became clearer now as I walked out
into the hallway.

"Yeah, suck that fat cock you dirty little faggot bitch." said a rough
voice. The familiar sounds, I now realized were cock-sucking sounds.

God-damn it, Neil was such a whore! I stormed down the hall now.  I told
him over and over to stop giving head to that fucking junky and--

As I entered the living room of our apartment I stopped. My eyes widened
and my mouth gaped open. I was wrong. Neil wasn't giving head to his
marijuana man, but rather, to three beefy men in uniform.

They all had their cocks out through their pants and formed a semi-cicle
around Neil on his knees in the middle of the living room. With each hand
busy jacking the two cops on either side, he was sucking the middle one
like a popsicle on a hot summers day. His head bobbed up and down. He must
have heard me enter the room. He pulled the thick member out of his mouth
then looked back at me, still jacking the two cop cocks gripped in his
hands.

"They found my wallet." he said sheepishly while making a pouty face. He
then looked up at the middle cop's face, licked his lips and inhaled the
police pole down his throat.