Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 21:52:36 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: HIS PIMP

(M/B Incest, Rimming, Felching)

                    HIS PIMP

   Officer James "Big Jim" O'Hara was a hard-ass. At 35, ten
years on the force had managed to harden even his usual stiff
and aloof manner. His partner, Biff Darling, was a 25-year-old
rookie. Biff had always wanted to be a cop, and he blessed his
opportunity to learn the ropes under a man like Big Jim O'Hara,
his true ideal of what a cop should be like...hard-nosed,
ruthless and fearless. The last three months had been quite an
education for him. Together they had more than 30 collars since
joining up together, though Biff had to admit some them were
more than a little shy of going by the book. Big Jim did things
his way, and fuck the courts if they couldn't take a joke.
   This week they were on gang detail. Until recently, they'd
been assigned to Vice. Big Jim loved Vice. And he taught Biff
how to love it too. Busting hookers and hustlers were his
favorite pasttime. They bust 'em, then take the long way around
to the station for booking. In a field, or an alley, park, or
near the train depot--depending on which section of town they
made their bust...Jim and Biff would coax or force blowjobs or
fucks from their captive. Usually both at once. They'd get the
whore in the back seat. While one of them fucked her, the other
would shove his cock down her throat. Didn't matter, either, if
it was a guy they'd picked up. Big Jim liked busting hustlers.
   "Go ahead, Biff," he encouraged, "shove your cock up his
ass. The faggot loves it! Tighter'n shit, you'll see. It's
great! Fuck his little queer ass while he blows me. When you're
done, make him lick it clean for ya so ya don't smell back at
the station. He'll do it. Queers don't mind the taste of shit
on a dick, Hell, they love it! Always got their tongues up each
other buttholes! Here, I'll show you." He'd push the boy's face
between his legs and make him eat him out.
   Jim loved getting rimmed. A mouth sucking at his asshole
was heaven to him. He'd get the whores to do it sometimes, but
he usually had to slap 'em around a little first. But the
guys--unless they were straight guys on the hustle--didn't put
up much resistance. After all, even if they weren't into
rimming, a chance to blow the handsome cop was worth it. He
wasn't called "Big Jim" for nothing. Eleven stiff inches even
got the straight guys' mouths watering, and more often than
not, they'd gladly stick their tongue up his butt...since the
alternative was a threat that he'd fucked their butch assholes
raw. They figured if they had to take it up the tail, they'd
much prefer it was Biff's hefty eight-incher.
   Jim especially liked catching two faggots going at it in a
park or public men's room. That gave them each a butthole to
work over. First he'd get them both down to share licking his
big cock, then he'd turn one of them over for Biff to have fun
with.
   A promise to go easy, or to let them go scot-free, was
usually enough to elicit a knowing shrug and compliance. But
Jim was a bastard. Sometimes he didn't let them go. Especially
if they gave him any shit. For all the snide remarks he'd make
to them, he seemed to favor the gay hustlers more. Maybe
because they were more compliant...and KNEW THEIR STUFF! The
whores were good for a fuck or suck but they were so blase
about it, it was seldom satisfying.
   The `straight' hustlers got the brunt of his meanness.
Especially if he busted one of them for beating up and robbing
a client. He'd bust 'em anyway, but not before making the kid
lick out his tangy hole as he sits on the punk's face watching
Biff pork his squirming buns. Then they'd switch places and Jim
would grab the boy by the hair, pulling his head back and his
mouth open so he could clean off Biff's smelly cock...the cock
that had just been up his asshole! He'd shove his 11 inches up
that loosened, cum-filled pit and fuck the guy silly while he
watched him lick up his own ass juices and the dripping cop-cum
off his buddy's spongy dick!
   And if the punk was still complaining and bitching about
the great treatment he was receiving, Jim would pull his cock
out and force the guy's mouth down to lick all 11 inches of
slimy prick til it shined!
   Too many complaints about mistreatment forced their
commanding officer to switch their details for a few weeks.
Gang Watch was more demanding, more dangerous, and required
time-consuming surveillance. In the past week they'd made some
contact, gotten familiar with the different gangs and made
several drug busts.
   Tonight they were working on an anonymous tip--a special
meeting of some sort. Probably a drug deal.
   Jim and Biff stationed themselves outside the warehouse on
a 2nd floor scaffolding. Wiping the grit from the dirty window,
they saw that the 'meeting' was already in progress.
   "WHAT THE FUCK?!" cried Jim.
   "Sure doesn't look like a dope deal to me," laughed Biff.
They watched intently for several minutes.
   About a dozen scroungy gang members lazed around in a
circle, nude or half-nude, talking and laughing, smoking grass
and drinking beer, and stroking their crotches. Nothing could
be heard because of the loud rock music being played. In the
middle of the circle was the evening's attraction. On a
makeshift platform, a young boy crouched on all fours--naked!
One at a time one of the rough, grungy boys would get up, his
stiff pecker bobbing in front of him, and approach the naked
boy. First, he'd hand some money to the smartly-dressed young
man standing next to the platform, then he'd grab himself some
soft, cushy buttflesh and spear the kid up the asshole!
   "What the fuck is this?" asked Jim.
   "Look. There goes another one," pointed Biff as the cock
was withdrawn, dripping with cum. Another was quickly inserted
up the boy's ass, pounding mercilessly. This continued for
several orgasms, each time a fee being collected by the
handsome, smirking boy.
   "GODDAM! WILLYA LOOK AT THAT KID TAKE COCK UP THE ASS!"
cried Jim, reaching down to fondle his rising prick.
   Biff was already UP, a large moist spot staining his
uniform trousers. "Ass for hire, Jim. We should still be on
Vice!"
   "Yeah, but we're not. Fuck it. Let's just enjoy the show."
   "Kid sure looks young," said Biff.
   "Yeah, young and juicy," agreed Jim. "No more than 15. I'm
about ready to bust this thing up so I can get down there and
feed the boy more meat than he's ever had. Damn, look at him
go! Pushin' that little ass back...just beggin' for it!"
   Jim and Biff watched silently for awhile, pressed close
together at the window, unashamedly playing with themselves.
   "Look, Jim, the big guy is getting up again. They must be
goin' for another round. Guess the kid's getting sore in that
position...he's turnin' over on his back and throwing his legs
up. Now that's what I call COCK-HUNGRY!"
   "OH, MY GOD!" gasped Jim.
   "HOLY SHIT, JIM!" echoed Biff. "Why that's...that's..."
   "Rory, Biff..." Jim collapsed, his pecker going instantly
soft. "THAT'S MY KID!"
   "Aw, we must be wrong," suggested Biff, lamely, though he
was sure.
   "How...how," Jim was dumbfounded and couldn't get the words
out. "Biff, how could he be doing that?! Getting his asshole
fucked over and over again by those...those fuckin' scroungy
cretins! I'm gonna kill them...I'm gonna kill HIM!"
   "Now, hold on, Jim!" Biff grabbed Jim's arm, pulling him
down, trying to calm his partner's rage. "There's...there's
gotta be some explanation. Maybe they kidnapped him. Maybe
they're forcing him to do all that!"
   "I'M NOT BLIND, YOU COCKSUCKER! LOOK AT HIM. GOT HIS BUTT
STUFFED WITH A GOOD 8 INCHES AND HE'S STILL PUSHIN' HIS ASS UP
FOR MORE!" Jim pulled away. "Come on, I'm gonna take care of
this!"
   Biff scrambled up, pushing his throbbing cock down his
trouser leg. The realization that the fuck-boy was indeed Jim's
15-year-old son did nothing to lessen his hard-on. It actually
made it stiffer than hell!
   On the ground, Biff followed his enraged buddy. Finding an
open door in the back, they busted in, guns drawn. Before the
stoned punks knew what was happening, the cops were suddenly
standing next to the platform. Unsure of their possible
reaction, Biff rapidly glanced back and forth, waving his
revolver. Big Jim was more sure of himself. He quickly reached
around, putting his hand on the stomach of the guy who was
presently fucking his son. Pulling hard, he yanked the kid out
of Rory's rectum with a loud squishy noise.
   Rory opened his amazed eyes and gasped! With a quick, evil
stare at his son, Jim grabbed the fucker's throbbing, slimy
cock and pressed his gun onto the shaft. Open-mouthed and
startled, the punk looked down at the cop holding his pecker,
and at the steely-blue service revolver ready to blow his
cockshaft apart.
   But Rory's sweet ass had put him over the edge. His body
already shaking in pre-orgasm, he quietly said, "Whatever, man.
Best piece of ass I ever had!" Jim squeezed the cock tighter
and the punk squirted hot cum all over his hand! Startled, Jim
pressed the trigger tighter, his nostrils flaring.
   "DAD! NO!"
   Like a marionette, Big Jim jerked his head around, stared
at his son for a split second, then glared at the frightened
punk who just stood there rigid with fear. Jim removed his cum-
dripping hand. He and the punk stood eyeball-to-eyeball. The
cop slowly brought his hand to the punk's mouth. The boy just
stood there allowing Jim to smear the cum all over his face.
The others watched in shock, wanting to grab their clothes, or
at least cover their wilting boners. Instead they stayed quite
still, glancing back and forth from their leader's jism-smeared
face to Biff's waving pistol.
   One stud ventured, "Gee, officers, we were only having a
party."
   "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jim spun around. He was glad he'd
caught himself short of out-and-out murder, but his seething
anger was ready to erupt again. "Get your clothes and get
out...NOW!" he bellowed. "No, fuckhead, dress outside. Just get
your asses out of here before I blow your fuckin' balls off!"
   In seconds, a dozen naked young studs snatched up their
dirty garments and made for the door.
   "NOT YOU, FLASH!" Jim yelled. The smartly-dressed boy
stopped in his tracks. Without looking back, he knew it was he
Jim was referring to. He slowly turned around and glared at the
cop-father.
   "Now bolt the door, Biff." Jim approached his son's pimp,
slowly. The boy, he now saw, was no more than 18...trying to
look older. Wary, the young man nevertheless stood tall and
proud. Jim was almost taken aback by the boy's self-assured
manner, his undisguised distain directed at him as 'father' of
Rory rather than 'cop', and most of all, by his incredible
steel-grey eyes.
   For a moment, they penetrated the man.
   Quickly avoiding the boy's disturbing gaze, Jim stroked the
pimp's fine, expensive clothing. "Nice duds!" He reached into
the boy's pocket and drew out the wad of bills he had been
collecting.
   "Selling my son's ass like he was a common, cocksuckin'
whoreboy?" He glanced down at the bills. "What the h-h-hell!"
he stuttered.
   "But, Dad..." Rory croaked, unheard.
   Big Jim stared down at the handful of bills...ONE DOLLAR
BILLS! He exploded. "YOU'RE SELLIN' MY SON'S ASS FOR A BUCK-A-
FUCKIN' FUCK?!"
   "BUT, DAD!" Rory screamed.
   Big Jim whirled around and lunged at the boy.
   "DON'T DAD ME, YOU LITTLE SLUT! I SAW YOU. I SAW YOU
MASHING YOUR LITTLE QUEER ASS DOWN, BACKING UP FOR MORE...
ROTATING IT ON THOSE STIFF PRICKS! MORE COCK! MORE COCK! BUY ME
FOR A DOLLAR! ANYBODY CAN FUCK ME! PAY YOUR DOLLAR AND FUCK ME
UP MY HOT LITTLE FAGGOT ASSHOLE!" Jim was shaking in rage,
pointing his finger in Rory's fightened face. "YOU JUST SHUT
THE FUCK UP, YOU FILTHY SLUT! DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANOTHER WORD
...OR SO HELP ME GOD, I'M GONNA STICK THIS GUN UP BOTH YOUR
ASSES AND BLOW THE SHIT OUTTA YOU!"
   "JIM!" cried Biff. "Hey, take it easy, man."
   Big Jim turned at the sound of his partner. He stared
obliquely, glassy-eyed, then breathed deeply. All was silent as
Jim contemplated his next move. Another deep breath as he
straightened his shoulders and turned to the pimp.
   "STRIP!" he ordered. The young man merely raised an
eyebrow. Jim smirked at him.
   "Biff, every stitch! See that he does it. Keep that gun on
him." Then, almost as an afterthought, "Then strip yourself."
   Biff quietly muttered, but pointed his gun at the pimp's
face, glad that the program had at least changed from murderous
rage to, perhaps, revengeful sex. The pimp shrugged, then
started to strip.
   Meanwhile, Rory stared closed-mouthed and watched as Big
Jim began to undress. Shedding his uniform, the man soon stood
in nothing but an obviously soiled jockstrap. His favorite
jockstrap. The one he hadn't washed in three years! The one he
made the hustlers smell and suck on, drawing out the stale piss
drippings. It reeked of his strong, masculine odors. Rory
gasped.
   "DADDY!"
   "NOT A FUCKING WORD!" Jim warned him. "YOU EITHER!" He
turned to the pimp. "Just do what you're told!"
   Biff finally stood there, cock flopping, feeling bewil-
dered, horny, and generally unsure of himself. But Big Jim was
his hero. He waited.
   "You! Whoreboy!" he pointed at Rory. "Up and at 'em. Get
your ass up on all fours like you were when you took on the
whole barrio. Get up there and stick it out like the slut you
are!"
   His lower lip trembling, Rory assumed the position half-
heartedly. If only he could explain, he thought. But what's the
use? He and his dad hadn't been close ever since his mother's
death three years ago. Always a strict disciplinarian, never-
theless Jim had always conveyed an unspoken affection for his
son. But since her death, a strange wall existed between father
and son. Jim had become coarse and demanding, showing little
attention to Rory. So Rory looked elsewhere. With a sad smile,
Rory looked back over his shoulder at his friend, Trac.
   Trac caught the glance and winked. But his attention was
demanded as Big Jim snapped his fingers, motioning the
strikingly-handsome boy to come forward. His long cock swaying
softly, Trac proudly but obediently approached his friend's
incredibly sexy father. If the man wasn't being such an
asshole, Trac would have found his smooth, firm body incredibly
exciting. As it was, he was fighting these same feelings
anyway.
   "KNEEL, COCKSUCKER!" Jim pointed to the floor directly
behind Rory. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir," whined Jim, "Gee, I don't
have any idea whether or not you are a cocksucker. Maybe you're
just a slimy cuntlicker who likes to take advantage of people.
Doesn't much matter now, though, does it? Cause you're gonna do
what you're told, aren't you?" Jim thrust his gun in Trac's
face.
   Trac slowly looked up from the barrel of the gun to Jim's
firey eyes. Staring at the man intently, he nodded his
submission.
   "SUCK MY JOCK!" Jim demanded. "Smell it up and suck the
piss out of it!" Trac's face was pulled into the stinky pouch
as Jim grabbed the boy by the hair, working his mouth over and
around the fragrant jockstrap. He soon let loose, smiling evily
as he realized the pimp was frightened enough to do his
bidding. Or so it seemed. That was fear in his eyes, wasn't it.
Jim again experienced those disturbing, melting eyes.
   Trac breathed deeply. He loved a man's smell. But this was
a rare treat! The cop's jock fairly reeked of foul aromas.
Sweat long gone stale. Piss crystalized to the point he could
feel the flavor dissolving on his lapping tongue. He glanced up
as Jim worked his stuffed pouch over the boy's mouth. Suddenly,
he knew how to get the best of this situation. Turn the man on!
Play reluctant and make the man force him to perform delicious
acts! He screwed up his face in disgust.
   "Aw, what's the matter, baby?" Jim cooed on cue.
   Rory watched his friend debase himself and cringed. Then he
smiled.
   "Can't handle the smell of a hot man?"
   Trac pulled his face away. Jim slammed it back, making the
boy's mouth work over his growing cock and down under his
sweaty balls. The prick was rising fast and Trac wanted it out
in the open so he could lick it. So he tried to pull away and
shake his head 'NO' vigorously.
   "NO?" Jim teased. "Don't like Daddy's smell, but you can
sell Junior's ass for pennies, hunh?" He yanked Trac's hair
once again and pushed his face into Rory's upthrust buttocks.
   "Open that ass up, slutboy!" Jim slapped Rory on the butt.
"Show your sleazy pimp the results of his little business."
   Rory pushed it out, his whole crack completely exposed, cum
dripping from the gaping hole.
   "See that?" He pushed Trac's face into the slippery crevice
and moved his face and lips up and down the asscrack. "Smell
it, you slime. Smell it and lick it! Stick that tongue out--I
want to see you licking up that ass-flavored cum!"
   Trac complied, seemingly reluctant. Then Big Jim pulled him
back out just as suddenly. He worked his jockstrap down and
worked the boy's lips over his huge, hard cock.
   "SUCK IT UP! LICK ALL OVER THAT BIG PRICK. Get it ready,
'cause it's going right up that slimy cunt you been sellin'--
the one you just tasted!" Trac licked all over that 11-inch
monster, screwing up his face the whole time. Jim saw his
expression. He barely noticed the frantic lapping of the hungry
tongue, but he felt it. Quickly, he swung his right leg up and
over Trac's head, grabbed Rory and spun him over onto his back
like a rag doll and threw his legs up, then stuffed about five
inches of fevered prick into his asshole!
   The boy had the wind knocked out of him, and yelped at the
sudden intrusion. Big Jim, his father, grabbed the boy's hips
and steadily pulled the ass to him, sinking all 11 inches deep
into the boy's guts!
   "AW, DADDY!" he cried.
   "SHUT UP, SLUT!" He slapped the asscheeks hard. He moved
back and forth only slightly, getting the feel of the tight,
sweet boyhole. He wasn't trying to save the boy any pain, he
had another reason for not long-dicking him. Then he just held
still, totally buried up his son's well-used rectum.
   Biff just stood there, silently, carefully fondling
himself. Any undue pressure would get his gun instantly. He
bent down, licking his lips, as he spied the young boy's
delicious asshole crammed full of his partner's amazingly fat
piece of beef. He shivered with excitement, suddenly viewing it
as it was: a father sodomizing his own son! Fucking him up the
ass!
   Jim reached back and grabbed Trac's head. He pulled the
boy's face into his ass. "SUCK IT, CREEP! SUCK MY ASSHOLE.
HERE, I GOT MY LEGS SPREAD MORE. NOW WORK YOUR TONGUE IN THERE
AND CLEAN OUT MY SHITHOLE WHILE I EXPLAIN WHAT YOU'RE GONNA
DO!"
   Trac loved a guy's flavorful asshole. But even he had to
gasp for breath as the first odious rush hit his nostrils! This
was no boy. This was a strong, fragrant man's asshole he was
enveloped in. He was dizzy with delight. The future held
promise...if he had a future. Little did he know that Big Jim
took no better care with his asshole than he did with his
jockstrap. Big Jim not only liked getting rimmed, he liked
grossing out those he bestowed the honor upon. Trac licked the
crust. And licked. And licked.
   "Good boy!" Jim congratulated, a bit surprised at the boy's
actions. "Now the balls! Dig underneath and lick the sweat off.
They're really ripe...but that shouldn't bother a man of your
profession. LICK 'EM CLEAN, DICKHEAD!"
   Trac slobbered all over the man's big nuts, drawing the
sweat right out of his pubic hair. A strong smell permeated the
surrounding area. It was intoxicating. It was familiar. It was
Rory!
   "Now," Jim announced smugly, "you no doubt noticed that
Junior here has such a slutty asshole that cum just keeps
dripping out of it...no doubt due to the dozen or so slimy punk
loads that were recently deposited in there. I want every drop
of that sleazy juice out of my boy's hole! Your job, creep, is
to make sure of it. I'm gonna pump it out with my big hose. Get
between my legs and twist your head under there. Every time I
drag it out, creep, YOU wrap your lips around my joint and lick
it off! My dick's the hose...your mouth is the vacuum cleaner--
GOT IT?"
   Trac got it. Rory got it. Biff got it and nearly came just
hearing about it.
   "Biff! Check it out, buddy. I'm goin' right up on this
slutty ass. Everything's open back there. Make sure Creepo
there gets his tongue up and in and around everything possible
and sucks it all up! And I don't care what it is: cum,
assjuice, shit...whatever. Creepo keeps my dick clean,
understand?"
   "Right, Jim!" Biff agreed, excitedly. He wanted to see
this. Oh, he really wanted to see this! He crouched down for a
good look, fisting his throbbing prick.
   Trac was unaware of the expression on Biff's face, but he
certainly could feel the young cop's heat next to his body. He
ducked quickly to catch a glimpse of the officer's sturdy, fat
boner. The vision stayed with him as he pressed up close so he
could lick the vast array of privates before him. He'd sucked
Big Jim's stinky asshole. He'd licked and cleaned his massive
hanging nuts. He'd licked up and down his incredibly huge
prick. Now that massive prick was going to be coated--coated
with the same sweet fluids that Trac was used to.
   Rory absolutely craved a big stiff cock up his ass--ALL THE
TIME. His good buddy, Trac, tried as best he could to keep his
friend satisfied. But no one person could possibly take care of
the boy's insatiable needs. So Trac started arranging group-
fucks or parties for Rory. The dollar-a-fuck was merely a ploy
devised by Trac to keep the boy a little safer from danger.
"He's worth paying, therefore worth keeping safe for another
fuckfest!" goes the reasoning. So even the rougher groups view
the kid as fun entertainment. They pay their buck, throw their
fuck, and leave the kid alone...never making the connection
with the faggot on the street they beat up the day before!
   Eleven massive inches of prick can draw out a massive
amount of fluid. And, remember, Rory had an enormous amount of
fluid up his butt. A dozen horny, virile, teenage cocks had
squirted jumbo loads into the steamy pit beyond his clenching,
cock-wrapping asslips. Some more than once. It was amazing that
the boy had been able to hold it all in as it was. But he was
used to it. It was the one consolation his friend Trac got from
the deal. In return for having to watch his lovely young friend
getting fucked repeatedly, and sometimes viciously, by strange
mancocks and boypricks to alleviate the itch in his ass, Trac's
reward was to care for his friend's battered hole by licking
and sucking the gaping sweetlips until he had drained every
drop of warm sperm from inside. But some was always left
inside, no matter how hard he tried to make his tongue reach up
inside to lick his buddy's rectal walls. But this time he had a
chance! The cock on Rory's father was astounding. Surely that
fat thing would reach every crevice, even the deepest linings
of his bowels, to drag out that juice so Trac could dispose of
it properly: DOWN HIS THROAT--where all good cum should go--
unless, of course, it was shooting up his own ass! Even then,
Trac was known to clean a guy's prick thoroughly...especially
if he'd been thrown a particularly hot fuck!
   Here it comes, his first mouthful! Trac lapped at it...
licking, slurping, working his long tongue all up and down and
around Big Jim's fat, delicious shaft. The first few strokes
were pure heaven. Gulps and gulps of hot creamy cum were
quickly tongued into the young man's mouth. Big Jim could feel
the hot lips swabbing him down, cleaning his cock, poking
around Rory's asshole...sometimes licking at his asshole
between strokes.
   "Good Slave!" Jim cried. "LICK IT ALL UP! DON'T STOP. I
DON'T CARE WHAT IT TASTES LIKE...YOU SLOP IT UP! All the jizz
in there has probably melted a turd or two into soup, but you
just keep on licking. LICK THE SHIT OFF MY DICK!"
   This didn't faze Trac. More than once he'd had to contend
with the boy's poop mixing in with the sweet cream. To him it
was like eating watermelon seeds. Just part of the recipe. Trac
held Rory's growing pecker, and pulled it back to suck on it
between thrusts. Jim didn't know the difference--he was hunched
over his son. But Biff did.
   "Ah..." he started to say.
   Trac frowned and winked at him, motioning toward his
available ass as he spread he knees. "FUCK MY ASS" he silently
mouthed to the other cop.
   Biff was hot. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity.
Besides, Jim couldn't see and was quite preoccupied. He moved
close behind Trac, worked a load of spit up the ass and on his
cock, then slipped up inside as smooth as can be. His eyes
glazed over as he gently fucked the cum-lapping boy, driving
all eight hot inches of his fevered cock up the boy's willing
butthole.
   "Oooh, geez," moaned Big Jim. 'What a cunt!" He hunched
over the boy, forgetting for the moment the mouth trying to
lick the fuck, and started to bang the boy's brains out!
Cutting himself short, not wanting to come too soon, Jim slowed
down. He looked behind and gave a chuckle. "Now you're gettin'
it, Biff. Fuckin' queer ass and you didn't even have to be
told. Got a look at his little pink eye, hunh?! Shot your
pecker up, didn't it? Plow him good, partner, but don't let him
enjoy it too much." He resumed his own deep plowing. His big
balls kept slapping Trac in the face.
   "OH, YES! YES!" screamed Rory with glazed eyes. "FUCK ME
GOOD, DADDY. FUCK ME GOOD. ALL I EVER WANTED WAS YOUR BIG PRICK
UP MY ASS!"
   Big Jim was so disoriented at hearing this outburst and
seeing his son's expression of joy, he backed away and froze.
His big slimy prick fell out of the mushy, heaving hole and
just hung there. The words had been a trigger...and his cock
started to gush out a heavy load involuntarily, Luckily, Trac
was right there. He caught the first bombardment in his mouth,
then moved up, quickly engulfing as much of the massive prick
as he could, while the fire hose went through several wrenching
spasms, pouring globs and globs of hot cop spunk down his
throat!
   Big Jim remained rigid, flooding the pimp's talented
cocksucking mouth, and kept muttering, "Whoreboy...whoreboy...
dir...dirty little faggot cocksucking ball-licking punk fucking
ass dripping rim-me-for-a-buck SLUT!" Jim didn't even know what
he was saying. He started shaking uncontrollably. But Rory
heard him.
   "OK, DADDY. I'LL LICK YOUR ASS!" He sat up and stared
excitedly at his father. "I'LL EAT OUT YOUR ASSHOLE, DAD!"
   "OH...MY...GOD!" Big Jim slowly moved away, bug-eyed,
confused, ready to collapse. Luckily he banged up against a
wall and just stared. Rory looked at him, bewildered. His legs
were quickly thrown up as Trac maneuvered onto his knees and
attached his mouth to the boy's gaping hole and started to
suck. Biff was beyond all reason. His eyes closed, he continued
to rhythmically pump his fat prick up the pimp's rectum.
   Pulling away from the ass, Trac noticed that Big Jim was
incapacitated. Quickly, he pulled his ass off the cop-throb,
stood up, then reached down and grabbed Biff's pecker hard
enough to make the startled man stand up. It was painful, and
the young cop was close to coming, so his body obediently
followed his cock as Trac pulled it forward and positioned it
right at Rory's inviting asshole. Squishing the knob in, Trac
removed his hand and put it behind the cop, pulling the
buttocks hard, making that spasming cock drive right up Rory's
hot bottom!
   Big Jim was numb. He silently watched, his prick still
hard, his mind gone, as his partner Biff, now a blithering
idiot, pistoned a tremendous load up his son's asshole. Rory
looked over at his father, plaintively.
   Trac stared at Big Jim until he finally caught his gaze.
Then he knelt and pulled Biff out of the ravaged hole, stuffed
the slimy eight-incher in his mouth and sucked it clean all the
while looking at Big Jim! He took a few quick swipes of his
tongue up inside Rory's gaping, leaking hole. He scooped up a
big glob of Biff's warm cum and let it lay on the end of his
tongue. Then he deliberately stood and walked toward Jim.
   The big, butch cop saw him coming, but he was unable to
move. His eyes were locked into the hypnotic gaze of the self-
assured, handsome pimp. Fear welled up inside him, yet he was
aware that a large drop of pre-cum had just dribbled out of the
head of his steely cock. He gulped as the boy stood in front of
him. He could smell his breath. The fragrance of Rory's asshole
and Biff's sperm hit his nostrils like fire! That made him
crazy enough, but when he caught a quick glimpse of Biff going
down on Rory, he groaned deeply. Trac put his hands to Jim's
expressionless face and slowly pulled it away from the wall,
Jim moaned and opened his mouth. Trac shoved his hot, coated
tongue between the man's lips and spread the cop-cum around
inside until the man finally started to hungrily suck on it!
   They kissed passionately for a long while, Trac grinding
his prick along the man's belly, while he allowed Jim's long
prick to go between his thighs. They embraced to the sounds of
Rory shooting a load into the young cop's virgin mouth. Trac
slowly maneuvered the man completely away from the wall, then
he spoke to the other two as if he were whispering hotly in
Jim's ear.
   "Rory, baby," he licked the man's ear out lewdly, "come on
over here and rim your daddy! I'll hold his sexy butt apart so
you can get your tongue way up inside!" He tongued the ear some
more, causing the man to squirm. "Biff," he cooed into the
man's other ear, "kneel down and suck on Jimmy's big, fat
cockhead...right through my legs! Drink the hot sperm out of
it...the same sperm that made that sweet little ass you were
just fucking and that pretty cock you just sucked off!"
   When he heard Jim gasp, he pulled his muscular buns apart.
Rory stuck his face up his dad's ass and started to suck on his
asshole! Jim wouldn't have moved away for the world, especially
now that his sexy partner was sucking deliciously on his cock
knob as Trac's thighs squeezed his rampant prick and the boy
thrust his tongue back in the cop's mouth.
   Jim followed the boy, slowly moving his body rhythmically
toward an incredible, sensuous orgasm. He sucked on Trac's
probing tongue and slobbered all over the youngster's tasty,
tangy mouth. He was enjoying the sensation of Trac's drooling
cock riding up and down his stomach. He felt Biff's baby-virgin
lips nursing the juice from his cockhead. He lost it all,
though, when he felt his little 15-year-old son's sluttish
tongue push up inside his shithole and lick around hungrily! He
sucked Trac's tongue as if he were giving it a blowjob, and
shot into Biff's cum-slurping mouth as he felt Trac's big prick
pump spurt after hot spurt of scalding cum over his chest and
under his chin. He pulled his open mouth away in time to catch
a blast, then pulled the pimp's face to his so they could share
the delicious fluid!
   Exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly amazed, the four gently
pulled their tingling bodies apart. Trac caught a momentary
glimpse of returning anger in Jim's eyes, and he quickly took
control again. Looking deeply into the big cop's eyes, he made
a suggestion.
   "Rory, love, come up here! Give your Daddy a great big
kiss. He loves you very, very much and he wants to express it
right now. Then we'll all sit down and you and I will explain
how this all happened.
   Rory was there instantly. Big Jim looked down into his
son's beautiful, hopeful eyes, and he reached up to muss the
boy's hair. He smiled, and all tension visibly left his body.
He pulled the boy's face to his and kissed him deeply and
tenderly.
   Biff smiled. Trac smiled, too. But even though he knew he
had been able to divert a catastrophe, he also knew he had lost
his precious lover...at least for now. He reached over and
grabbed a handful of Biff's still firm ass.
   "Lay off the donuts, stud. That butt's much too humpy to
ruin. Want me to lick it?"
   "Yeah," Biff grinned. "So I don't hafta run you in."


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