[Sorry for the delay in posting, guys. This installment is a bridge to the firehouse scenes in Dino’s office, which I hope you’ll find hot as hell.]
At around 6:50, I started staring at the clock and strumming my fingers. I wasn’t strumming them on my desk, but on my rock-hard dick, which had been in that state for at least the past hour, and at half-to full-mast most of the afternoon. An endless stream of pre-cum was seeping through my slacks. I opened them occasionally to scoop up the slick juice from my thigh and lick it off my fingers. From time to time, I would take some of the goo and spread it around my nipples, pulling and twisting them at the same time. (As you might guess, I had sent my lazy-ass secretary home early so I could “prep” for my next suck/fuck fest.)
I had been surfing my favorite porn sites and Tumblr blogs for hours, salivating over pics of the biggest, fattest and juiciest cocks, either in solo, couple or group scenes. I really liked the group ones in which guys traded turns getting their veiny, throbbing cocks sucked, and fucking one or more tight assholes, leaving them gaping open when they were done shooting their thick seed inside. The scenes that really put me over the top (and perilously close to firing off a load a couple times) were those that ended with a multi-dick facial or body spray of multiple cum loads on one hot, usually younger guy. But I digress…
At 6:55, my phone rang. It was Mulhern calling in a hushed voice, with sirens blaring in the background.
"Dude, we're gonna be a little late. I'll call you when the coast is clear." And with that he hung up.
"Shit", I thought to myself, "don't tell me these guys are going to back out."
My fears were put to rest at 7:20, by which time my balls had probably reached a purplish shade of blue. The phone rang again, and my sex god was on the other end when I picked up.
“Sorry, man, duty called", Mulhern said. "You still “up” for getting together?” he asked, using his by-now familiar pun once again. I chuckled in response. (Hell, the pun was getting a bit stale, but I didn’t care: I would have laughed if he were reading the phone book to me, as long as I knew I would have a chance to suck on his immense hog again.)
“I have been “up” most of the fucking day, dude. I need your fat monster dick - NOW!”, I told him.
“Whoa, buddy. No worries! Dino and I will be here waiting for you with open arms - -no, make that thighs. You didn’t forget about Dino, did you?” he asked. I could almost sense he was rubbing his giant mound of flesh through his uniform as he teased me in that deep, sexy voice of his.
“Fuck no - - that’s all I’ve been thinking about, bro”, I said, quickly adding, “Oh, no offense - you know I’m aching for your big Irish sausage, too. What do they call big sausages in Ireland - -‘bangers’”?
“Dude”, he replied, “I can’t think of a more appropriate name, cause as soon as you get here, we’re gonna be doing some big-time banging!”
“I’m out the door now”, I practically spat out, my need and lust evident in my tone.
And out I was, unintentionally slamming the door behind me before bounding down the stairs two at a time.
[To be continued]