I had originally planned some more fun for Paul that first meeting with Terry, but I felt it pulled away from the main story. A reader enjoyed their scenes together though, so I decided to turn the original idea into this side story with Paul as the main character. It takes place on the ride home after he met up with Terry in the woods in part 3.
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I made my way back to my car rubbing my neck. Terry really knows how to treat a man right. I look down at myself, seeing the spit and cum on my new suit. I had just bought this one. It was a nice upgrade though. The partners at work love it when I come in looking sloppy. Terry at least kept it in one piece. They normally aren't so kind. I'll have to make sure they know this one needs to stay together, at least for the weekend.
I decided to take the back way home today. It was late and it's nice driving around after a good time. I just let myself drive around, meandering my way home. Suddenly, I saw flashing lights behind me and a short siren. This way also tends to come with fun surprises once in a while.
The officer walked up to the driver's side of my car and looked in. He looked a lot like Terry. Young, lean, and a bulge in his pants twice the size it should be. I wanted to hop out of the car and get on my knees immediately.
"Look what we have here." He says, looking inside the lowered window. I had taken off my jacket which showed off my soiled dress shirt.
"License and registration." He demands, pretending to ignore the state of me.
"I've got it right here." I reach over to my jacket pocket. I hand them to him and he stands up straight. His bulge was right in my face.
"Paul Faggot?" Did he just say what I hope he said?
"Sir?" I blink in surprise.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, faggot."
"Yes, sir." I tilt my head out of the car to look up at the man. He looks down at me and my dreams come true. His hand comes to my neck and he turns my head to look at his bulge. "It says here, you're a professional cocksucker."
I think I recognize this guy. He's one of Terry's teammates! He knows exactly who I am.
I do my best to nod. "Yes, sir."
"Do you see a cock that needs sucking?"
"Not yet, sir." The bulge continues to grow as he brings my face closer to it.
"Do you think that's a problem?" He rubs my face against his crotch.
"Yes, sir." I reach my hands up for his belt. He holds my head in place while I undo it as quickly as I can. We're on the side of the road and somebody could come by any second. His belt comes undone and I yank his pants down. He grips his cock in one hand and the back of my head with his other.
"Suck my fucking cock." I open my mouth as he slams his dick down my throat. I gag on the thick, sweaty dick. I open my throat best I can before he pulls me away and slams it down my throat again. I gasp for air before he thrusts in once again. "I get why Terry and Nick are keeping you all to themselves. You really take it like a fucking champ."
I try to nod but he just slams my head down to his pubes again. I spit up, covering my face and shirt with even more saliva. I was in heaven. I live for being a toy for these boys. I lose track of time as he stands against my car slamming his cock deep down my throat.
I saw a flash of lights down the road and suddenly the assault on my throat quickened considerably. "I'm gonna fucking cum down your faggot throat. Take my god damn cock." He was moving my head back and forth faster and faster until finally, he held my head against his pubes for a few seconds. I could feel his spunk hitting the back of my throat but I couldn't taste it. He held me there for longer than I expected. I was spitting up around his cock repeatedly. I started to push away but finally the pulses stopped and he released me. I gasped for air, wiping my mouth with my arm and shirt.
"I'm going to let you off with a warning. But I'll send somebody by your place to make sure you get home ok." Will he also fuck me? My ass is ready for more. He was tapping away on his phone as he spoke, looking at my license. Probably giving somebody my address.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
He hands me back my documents. "Have a good night," he adds as he walks back to his cruiser. I readjust myself and wait for him to drive away. Once he does, I head home once more.
At my house, I see a car in my driveway that I assume is the cop's friend. He was blocking my way into the garage so I park off to the side, so he can get out later. Once I turn my car off, the man gets out and heads to my driver's side window like his friend had.
"You do look like a fucking faggot." He says immediately. He easily could be on Terry's team too. He had the same lean build of the rest of them. He was much less clean cut than his cop friend and was only wearing a tank top and gym shorts. I could see a clear outline of his cock in them. He must not have had time to throw on some underwear, or just chose not to wear it. He probably ran straight out once his friend texted him.
He reached in and wiped some spit off of my face with his fingers. Then, he pushed them into my mouth as far as he could get them. I wasn't prepared and spit up around them. "Good boy." He pulled his fingers away and looked me up and down. "You're disgusting. Take off those clothes."
I look around the area and don't see anybody. My neighbors aren't close, but they aren't far either. The man grabbed my neck. "Did you fucking hear me faggot?"
I nod and start unbuttoning my shirt. I pull off my clothes and end up sitting naked in the front seat. "Good boy. Now let's get inside." He moves away from the door and I hop out of the car covering my cock with my hands.
The man spits on my hands and grabs them away. "You're not tricking anybody faggot. We know your tiny fucking wiener isn't gonna be seen by anybody. Give me your keys and get to your front door. I was told to make sure you get inside safely."
I hand my keys over and rush to the door. My walkway is hidden by some bushes but not completely. I think back to Terry doing nearly the same thing. Luckily then, nobody was around. The man took his time getting to the door. "Get on your knees." He points to the welcome mat. At some point he'd removed his own cock from his shorts and it was growing as I watched.
"Suck my cock while I get this door open." I'm kneeling against my door, facing him and the street. The man looks down at me, not making any effort to open my door. I look up at him and he spits in my face. "I said to suck my fucking cock." I quickly look back down and take it in my mouth. He pushes against me until my head is against the door. "Good faggot."
He pushes into me several times before I hear any keys jangle at all. It's quiet out except for the sounds of me choking on this man's cock. My saliva continues to cover my face and chest. The man looks down at me, still barely interested in opening the door. "Ugh. I hate looking at tiny fucking cocks." He leans further onto me, stepping on my little dick and balls. I can feel his boots against my ballsack and it makes me nearly cum right then.
That was when I heard footsteps. Was somebody going to see me like this? My throat opened up at the prospect of getting caught. My cock would have grown the little it does if it wasn't under the man's foot. The man found it suddenly easier to get the sounds he obviously desired from me. But my mind was racing at it potentially being a neighbor. The footsteps got closer until they finally, they stopped next to us. I couldn't see anything through the tears around my eyes and the pubes in my face.
"Everything okay here?" A deep voice asked us. My chokes were clearly audible but the man seemed unconcerned.
"Yea, my friend here needed help getting home and I was trying to figure out which key was for his front door."
"Need any help taking a look? I'm sure we can figure it out between the two of us."
"That'd be awesome dude." My throat was emptied of his cock and the new man I hadn't yet seen grabbed me by my hair before I could get a look at him. He turned me around and stood me against the door, pushing my face against it. He stuffed his fingers down my throat coating his hand in saliva and throat slime before bringing his hands down to his own cock.
His cock roughly entered my hole. He pulled in and out twice before bottoming out in me. If anybody else came by they would definitely see us now. My mind was worried but my body couldn't get enough. My cock was leaking precum all over the glass window as he slammed into me. He grabbed my keys from the other man and jangled them in front of me holding one between his fingers. "Is this the house key?" It was not. I shake my head. He shoves his fingers into my mouth once more making me spit up onto the window. "Wow, this guys a dumbass, isn't he?"
"He is. Doesn't even know which key is for his front door."
"How about this one?" It was a new key, but still wrong. I shake my head again. His fingers enter my mouth and I spit up once more. While he jangles my own keys in my face, he continues fucking me in the ass. I hadn't seen his cock but I could tell it was thick as hell. My hole was being stretched out and the spit wasn't quite enough to keep away the pain. But the pleasure was overwhelming.
He finally jangles the correct key in front of me and I nod my head. I wait for his fingers anyway but instead he simply puts the key in the door and turns it. "Look at that. Wasn't that easy?" He pushes the door open and I nearly fall forward but he catches me. It was only to help himself though. He pulled his cock out of me and let me fall the rest of the way to the floor.
Before I can get up, a shirt is wrapped around my eyes. "We got this faggot home. We deserve a reward right?" I look up but can't see through the shirt.
"Of course. His throat is a black hole. It felt like q prize to me." I feel fingers in my mouth and ass. "You really split this open. I love fucking a gaping hole."
"You're welcome bro. I've gotta get back on my run. Get ready for a quickie faggot." I twist around on all fours and open my mouth. Both cocks enter one hole each in unison. The runner grabbed my head and suddenly my mouth was full once more. Without mercy he pumped my throat trying to cum as fast as he could. The man fucking my ass did his best to keep up.
"This hole is so fucking slick." I could barely think as the man fucked my face. "I'm getting close. Fuck. Open up faggot."
He holds my head in place, right against his pubes. I could feel his balls against my chin. He pulled me back slowly. I licked his shaft as it inched out of my mouth and I caught my breath. My lips were spread wide to take him all in. Then with one final thrust he filled me once again and I felt his balls tighten up. "I'm fucking cumming faggot. Drink up." I feel his cock pulse along my lips and feel his cum hit the back of my throat as I choke.
"Fuck yea. That got me going bro. I'm cumming too." The man fucking my ass sped up and was sliding past my prostate over and over. Between the two I could barely hold myself up. I was leaking precum all over the floor. Under the shirt, all I could see were stars.
The two men suddenly stopped moving, just pushing as deep into me as they could get. Time stopped except for the pulsing of their cocks in my holes. Finally they both released me and I collapsed onto the floor into my own spit.
"Glad you got home safe, bro." The runner grabbed his shirt off my head and was out the door in seconds. I never did get a good look at him. The cop's friend took a little longer to get situated. I could feel him give my asshole a good lick before he too stood up.
"All in a good night's work right? Stay safe." A minute later, I hear his car start and him driving off. I take a moment to compose myself. I check that the front door is closed and I see my keys on the counter next to it.
Before I could stop myself, I starting jerking off and within seconds I added my own load next to the saliva and cum on the floor under me.
The next morning, I was in my bosses office.
"So last night you got passed around by five different guys and you don't remember making it to your bed?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you need this suit in one piece so one of them can use you in some secret sex plan this weekend?"
"Yes, sir."
"That certainly explains why your hole is still fucking loose as hell." My boss was behind me, railing my still gaping asshole during our morning meeting.
"Can you stop asking him questions? That random runner got more of his fucking throat than I will at this rate." His assistant was waiting patiently to fuck my face again after my boss asked about my night.
"Yea, yea. Get back in there."
"Thank God." He quickly assaulted my throat once more.
Before he got in two pumps though, my boss yells out, "Fuck, we've got a 10 o'clock. Finish so Paul can go get changed."
"Damn it. I'm not going to finish. Don't ask so many questions next time." The assistant let me go and I caught my breath.
"At least I'm almost there." My boss thrust into me a few more times before blasting his cum deep in my hole. "Always a good start to the morning." He smacks my ass as he pulls out. "Go get cleaned up."
I pull my pants up. This is the life. I smile as I leave the office to change into my good suit.
Twenty minutes later, I'm standing in the front of the room, speaking to one of our clients as if I didn't have my bosses cum leaking out of my asshole. "Welcome, sir"
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