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Chapter Eighteen;
A Hotel Suite; Los Angeles
Mark Furhman was sprawled out naked upon a hotel room bed, resting back against the head board. He hairy muscular legs were spread wide and his head was titled back with a glazed look across his features. His hirsute broad chest expanded with every deep breath. The former LAPD cop was still in great shape with a gym built muscular body.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed and half focused upon the lit TV screen at the end of the bed.
"Mnmph," A voice gurgled from between his powerful legs. Anderson Cooper was belly down upon the mattress between Furhman's thighs sucking like a vacuum upon Furhman's hard cock. Fuhrman was uncut and Cooper forced the tip of his tongue beneath the pulled back skin, tasting fresh dick cheese.
"Umph," Cooper gulped slithering his tongue down along the blue veined rod.
"Yeahhh," Furhman murmured in encouragement, "work that hard man cock!" Furhman lifted his arms up against the head board and gripped the top rim. "Suck it boi!"
Cooper moved up and down on the hot shaft. His lips were tight but spittle drooled from his lips down upon the bed sheets. Cooper twisted his lips around the hot cock, feeling the main vein running its length pulse against his tongue.
"Yeahhhhh," Furhman sneered, "I'm getting' close pretty boi."
Cooper worked faster sucking harder along the hot flesh. He scooted up on his knees a bit closer and opened his mouth wide taking the shaft all of the way down, he whiffed in Furhman's funk as his nose rubbed within the man's pubes. Furhman lifted his hands from the head board and gripped the back of Cooper's head. He pulled the CNN anchor closer while bucking his hips upward.
""Umph," Cooper nearly choked but opened the back of his throat and inhaled sharply through his nose. "Numphh," Cooper's grunts and gurgles drowned out the volume of the TV neither man was watching.
The TV and VCR continued to run, forgotten by the two men. On the screen a handsome young man stood within a prison cell. His orange fatigues were unzipped to the waist. A second young man knelt before the standing man, twisting his lips around the standing man's hot hard rod. The man on knees slurped and sucked loudly as the standing man grinned down upon him and his ministrations. The upright man clasped the sides of the lowered man's head, one of his thumbs rubbing the man's cheek.
"That's it Scotty," Eric Menendez cheered, "suck that hard cock."
Scott Peterson sucked harder, his lashes fluttering as he gazed up into the sexy grin of Menendez. Scott slid his lips to the base of the hard shaft and gulped audibly. Spittle drizzled from his chin as he twisted his face around the base of the hot boner pulsing against his tongue.
"Mnmph," Scott gurgled around the shaft.
Eric shifted his gaze from Scott to a third man squatted down behind Peterson. A dark head wiggled and pushed between the spread cheeks of Peterson's bubble butt.
"Yeah," Eric coached, "Lick that ass bro'!"
Lyle Menendez shook his head a bit and thrust his tongue deeper within Scott's tangy slick chute. When Lyle's tongue stroked against Peterson's pulsing prostate, Peterson pushed back while his boner surged a bit. Lyle's tongue twisted between Peterson's pink ass lips. The tongue tip stroked the smooth hot walls of Peterson's chute. Lyle gripped each of the cheeks of Peterson's bubble butt and spread them wide. His tongue snaked deeper, the ass lips nearly stretched to the hilt, gripping Lyle's slithering tongue. He gripped Scott's cheeks harder leaving a flushed imprint on the white smooth skin.
"French that ass bro'," Eric grunted as he thrust his hips hard, forcing his large thick cock to the back of Scott's throat. "Fuck yeah!" Eric threw his head back and thrust faster.
Spittle slithered down off of Peterson's chin stretching to the bare floor. He snorted and opened the back of his throat and held to Eric's pulsing shaft.
"Yeah Scotty," Eric jeered through clenched jaw, "take it all!"
Muscleman Craig Titus was walking down the hall when he heard the grunts and groans from behind a cell door. It was ajar so Titus stopped and looked inside. He chuckled at the sight of the Menendez brothers working over Scott Peterson. Lyle had his face so jammed up against Peterson's ass that Titus imagined the brother could tickle Peterson's throat. He had to give it to Lyle, the way he was twisting and burrowing his face against Peterson's ass Titus knew he was rimming the hell out of that bubble ass.
The thought of ass made Titus focus upon Eric's bare ass as he fucked the shit out of Peterson's throat. Damn! That hot muscular bubble butt dimpled with each thrust. The skin was smooth and inviting. Titus felt his pecker grow within his orange jumper. No sense not joining in the fun, Titus shrugged as he yanked down the zipper of his jumper. Titus pushed open the garment over his massive shoulders and gigantic guns. His hard chest flexed a bit as he bent to push the jumper completely off.
The Weight lifter's 11 inch cock sprung free and hit his sculpted abs with a loud whack.
Eric continued to fuck Scott's mouth raw. Peterson's Adam's apple moved up and down rapidly matching the rhythm of Eric's thrusts. The veins along the shaft pulsed against Peterson's tongue and the apple shaped head freely dripped pre-cum down the back of his throat. As he swallowed he wiggled his butt.
Lyle had his lips pressed against Peterson's stretched pink ring. He hummed loudly as he flecked his tongue against the familiar nub. The strokes elicited more backward bucks from Peterson. Lyle licked and sucked the tangy juices from Peterson's hole, the rectum muscles squeezed around the tongue encouragingly.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," All three men purred oblivious to the new intruder entering the cell and securing the door behind him.
Titus watched Eric's hot ass clench and unclench and couldn't wait to get a piece of it. Spitting in the palm of his hand, he slicked up his hot hard cock with the natural lube before stepping directly up to Eric's back side. With nary a word or indication of his intent, Titus gripped Eric's gyrating hips and thrust savagely, popping the Menendez bro's hot cherry.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Eric wailed as the 11 incher slid home, stretching Eric's hot tunnel all of the way open.
"Tight asssssssssss," Titus grunted as he ground his hips against Eric's flushed butt cheeks, burying his 11 incher to the hilt.
Peterson moved his hands up Eric's hips and around to grasp Titus' hard granite glutes, encouraging him to fuck with them in tandem.
"Take it," Eric said in one breath as he pummeled Peterson's throat. "Give it to me Craig," he growled with the next, twisting and clenching his ass and chute back against and around Titus' pistoning boner.
"Fuck yeah rich boi," Titus growled as he jack hammered Eric's chute. The lips stretched wide with each crash forward while Peterson kneaded Titus's award winning glutes.
Lyle was eliciting a pleasant response when he reached between Peterson's legs and grasped Scott's hard throbbing cock. It was leaking pre-cum profusely and Lyle slicked up Scott's shaft with the clear fluid.
Sweat was building and dripping from between Eric and Craig's meshed torso's. Peterson stroked along Titus' crack burrowing his fingers until they touched the weight lifter's un-popped ring. Peterson nudged a finger and the ass lips seemed to kiss the tip. Peterson had to work the finger in, Titus was so tight.
"Ughhhhh," Titus winced uncomfortably with a single finger up his ass. He bucked against Eric harder, who in turn thrust deeper down Scott's throat.
"Mnumph," Peterson grunted around Eric's pumping cock.
Lyle's tongue curled and whirled about the velvety smooth rectum walls. His finger tips dug deeper into the smooth globes of flesh as his tongue nailed the previously un-ventured cherry.
"Nmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Lyle sucked his lips to the fleshy stretched lips inhaling the raw sexual scent like an aphrodisiac.
"Oh Ymph," Eric twisted his head, reaching around with one hand and dragged Titus's head closer until their lips parted on contact. Eric opened his lips against Titus's and waggled his tongue against the former pro weight lifter.
"Mummmmmmmmmm," Titus moaned against Eric's feeding mouth and thrust harder and deeper into the contorting twisting rectum wringing the blood and pre-cum through the engorged cock. His balls were boiling. He hadn't participated in man sex since... "Ughmmmmmmmmm," Titus growled from deep in his throat as his balls exploded. The rush of spoog jetted from his raw cock into the suctioning milking chute. "Arghmmmmmmmmmmmm," Titus grunted as his tongue thrust deeply to the back of Eric's throat. His cock pulsed and jerked but Eric's butt muscles only tightened around the spasming shaft.
Scott dug his finger deeper within the muscle man's tight cherry. He felt the prostrate pulsate against his finger. He pressed more and felt the weight lifter's muscles tighten savagely around his burrowing finger.
The cock in his throat edged deeper and pulsed hard with blood as Titus filled Eric's rocking ass. Scott's tongue tickled and coiled along the length as the cape expanded a bit against the back of his throat. He felt Eric's nuts rise upward tight with his other hand.
"Nmmmmph," Eric snorted as he sucked Titus's tongue hungrily and his cock jerked against Scott's tongue. "Urghhhhhhmmmmmmm," Eric gurgled around Titus's thrusting tongue as the man seed spurted free from his stretched piss slit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Scott hummed as he gulped down the thick ropes of salty cock milk as they splattered and flooded his mouth and throat.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," Eric growled as his cock winced sensitively as the last rushes of cum spewed free.
Titus's own fresh seed dripped down from Eric's stretched butt ring along the Menendez brother's flushed ass cheeks.
Lyle rubbed his nosed against Scott's crack as his tongue massaged Scott's pulsing prostrate. Scott's eyes widened a bit as the pressure of Lyle's strokes caused his cock to jerk forward hard, enflamed and ready to explode.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm," Lyle hummed against the stretched ass ring causing Scott to shiver. His knees shook and his balls seemed to draw back higher than he could remember.
"Munmphhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Scott gulped around the cock stuffed down his throat. His hard cock wagged as strings of spoog splattered down upon the hard bare cell floor. His eye lids fluttered, he sucked harder around the hot spewing cock between his lips and his knees buckled more. Rivulets of cum rolled down his chin as he almost smiled around the thick staff jerking the last drops on his tongue.
Lyle sniffed the musky scent of ass deeply and felt his own hard shaft bob up toward his hard abs. He French kissed Scott's ass deeply as the pretty flesh lips puckered around his tongue and against his own sucking lips. "Nummmmmmmmmmmmmm," Lyle purred as his cock banged against his chiseled abs. Spoog volleyed from the eye of his cock and smeared against his cut pac before drooling down to the hard plain floor.
"Fuckin' harder!" Anderson Cooper's voice wailed as his twisted the pillow resting between his elbows and the mattress. The CNN anchor was belly down upon the mattress with his ass raised high by his bent knees grinding against the mattress.
"Uh hunh," Mark Furhman grunted, kneeling upright upon the mattress. He was bent a bit at the waist and was deep drilling Cooper's flushed bubble butt with his thick long cock. Deep strokes inched the shaft deeper causing Cooper's knees to dig deeper upon the mattress. Sweat glistened on the former cop's forehead as he bent more and pumped harder. He twisted his lips into a sneer as he huffed gruffly. His balls whacked Cooper's ass cheeks as his hips worked faster.
"Fuckin' pussy bitch," Furhman hissed digging his fingers into Cooper's hip flesh.
"Fuckin' drill it stud," Cooper twisted the pillow tighter and gazed ahead at the rocking head board. "Oooooooooooooo yeahhhhhhhh," he twisted his hips and bucked hard against Furhman's thrusts.
"So...fuckin'...tightttttttttttttt," Furhman panted. His balls churned and pinched. "Uh hunhhhhhhhhhhhh," he drilled harder and faster. He felt Cooper twist and constrict his chute muscles tighter against his pulsing shaft.
Cooper's own hard cock was drooling a puddle of pre-cum upon the rocking shaking mattress. His balls rocked and swayed with the pummel of Furhman's hips and cock. His shaft seemed to rise higher as his nads tightened.
"Shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt," Cooper howled as his cock splattered thick strings and ropes from his expanding cock head down upon the clear white sheets.
"Shoot it bitch," Furhman hissed from the back of his throat. "Shoot it dude!"
Furhman's breathing was deep and heavy. His balls recoiled from the building strain before churning waves of thick viscous man seed through his engorged shaft. "Take...ittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt," he grunted as his cock spewed Cooper's hungry hole full of cock juice. "Shitttttttttt yeahhhhhhhhhhhh," Furhman pressed harder against Cooper's ass cheeks. His cock twitched as the rectum muscles around his rod milked him tightly.
Cooper pressed his face into the pillow in exhaustion as his body shivered from the force of his cum spent orgasm. Furhman panted roughly as his own dick emptied. He inhaled deeply as the last drops drizzled free. He relaxed a bit upon Cooper's own exhausted body and his dick sloshed the cum filled raw chute.
Furhman chuckled as he rubbed one cheek against Cooper's sweat slickened muscular back. "Nice," he murmured as he gently patted one of Cooper's beautiful round cheeks with a hand. "Real nice."
Girlish giggles emanated from the TV. The film of the recorded tape had cut from the previous secret sex scene to a group of five young Canadian men sitting around a bedroom set all dressed as gawky teen-age girls. They giggled and pointed at several male mug shots arrayed upon the rug beneath them.
Mark McKinney lifted his gaze toward the TV screen and grinned a full set of imitation braces. "Who's the cutest guy on death row?"
Mark, Scott Thompson, Dave Foley, Kevin McDonald and Bruce McCulloch giggled and guffawed awkwardly before the familiar intercut music over played the sketch comedians.
To be continued...