Daniel heard the familiar sound of a police helicopter circling overhead. Tough neighborhood? It got rougher at night. The doorbell rang. Before he could get up from the weights bench it rang again followed by pounding on the door.
“Alright, alright. Jesus,” he said, walking through his house. “Hold your horses.”
He flipped on the porch light, opened the front door and looked down at the slim young man standing outside the heavy steel security screen door. Blond hair. Short, sweeping emo cut shaved on one side. Mauve (pale purple) designer sweatpants and a skin-tight light blue tank. White high top sneakers. Clean. He even smelled good. College boy?
Without looking up at whoever had answered the door the young man depressed the handle but the door didn’t open. The bolt was thrown.
“Let me in!” he said, looking to his right.
The helicopter search light swept up the street to his right, Dan’s left.
“They after you?” Dan said.
“Please! I can’t get caught again! Let me in.”
“No way,” Dan said.
The panicked young man gave Dan a quick look over and realized a tall, white, muscular hairy man in shorts and a muscle shirt had answered the door. He was tan and wet with sweat.
“I’ll blow you.”
“What?”
“Let me in and I’ll blow you.”
When Dan opened the door the fugitive rushed inside but Dan grabbed him by the scruff of his neck before he could intrude further.
“Ow! Lemme go!”
“Whoa, just slow down,” Dan said closing and locking outer and inner doors, tightening his grip on the intruder’s nape as he tried to slip away.
“Let go! You’re hurting me! I'm no danger. I won’t hurt you!”
Dan pinned the fugitive face first up against the inside of the door and kicked his legs apart.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
“Searching you,” Dan said, holding the fugitive’s thin wrists against the door over his head in one of his giant, meaty hands while the other patted down the lad’s torso, legs, butt and groin.
“Hey!” the fugitive objected.
“Just relax,” Dan said, pulling out the fugitve’s razor thin wallet.
Student ID. Driver’s license. Credit card. Campus tram pass. More pats revealed no phone.
“You a cop?”
“No. The cops are the guys in the chopper looking for you, um, Thomas,” Dan said, releasing him. “You go by Tom?”
“Tommy. Can I have my wallet back now? Please?” Tom said rubbing his wrists then the back of his neck. “Thanks.”
He slipped it into his front pocket. His designer sweats had no back pockets but clung nicely to his firm twink butt.
“Well?” Dan said. “Get busy.”
Tommy the fugitive reached out and felt Dan’s large package through his shorts.
Dan watched Tommy’s blue eyes go big in recognition of its size. When he looked up, Dan saw the fugitive’s mouth had opened in surprise.
“Well go on,” Dan ordered.
“Why are you all sweaty?”
“I was lifting weights. Now blow me or get out.”
“Wow,” Tommy said after pulling down Dan’s navy blue cotton athletic shorts and jockstrap, spilling Dan’s ample junk from it’s containment. “You are huge.”
He wrapped fingers of one hand around Dan’s thick, hairy cock while the other cupped his heavy, deep hanging balls. Tommy kissed Dan’s head, wrapped lips around it and sucked it in his mouth. After worshipping his long cock for five minutes without making Dan come, Tommy got up, pulled down his sweats and turned his ass to Dan.
“Fuck,” Dan said pawing it with his huge hands.
“Got any lube?” Tommy gasped.
“Yeah.”
“Get it.”
“You clean?”
“I cleaned out before going out tonight.”
“Slut.”
“Yeah.”
When Dan returned Tommy was pulling off his sweats. His high-tops and socks looked like they had been tossed aside in a hurry. His erection had already escaped his g-string thong.
“Take it off, too,” Dan ordered, squirting an ample amount of lube into his hand.
Tommy did a sexy little dance, his fingers playing with the strings while stripping it off, a sly smile on his face watching Dan slather lube on his long, thick erect member. Could it be the mythical foot-long cock? It had to be at least ten, right? This was a baseball bat cock he had never seen before.
He gasped when Dan shoved him up against the wall with one hand while the other slapped lube between his butt cheeks and fingered it into his boyhole.
“Fuck. You open easily,” Dan said. “Slut ass.”
“Ooooh, yeah… fuck me daddy!” he moaned wiggling his ass side to side then sticking it out for Dan to take.
Holding his baseball bat cock in one hand Dan shoved it in the fugitive’s wet, inviting hole. It swallowed three-quarters of it right off the bat. Tommy sucked air in through his teeth as Dan’s anaconda opened his love channel.
A couple more thrusts and he was all the way in, smashing the fugitive’s slender smooth body full body against the wall, owning his taught cock-craving twink ass.
“Fucking bitch!” Dan grunted.
Tommy the fugitive whimpered in delight to each powerful thrust of Dan’s rocket. He liked it even more when Dan stepped back unpinning him from at the wall, allowing him to bend forward to take the snake even deeper.
Just when he thought he’d lose his mind, the fugitive felt Dan pull out, turn him around and lift him. He wrapped his slender legs around Dan’s waist and slender arms across his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life while he carried him around the room fucking him. Then he lost it. His cock rubbing against Dan’s furry muscled belly made him come, yelling when he did.
His body went limp but Dan’s thick arms held him up.
“Oh daddy,” Tommy whimpered, pulling himself up and kissing Dan.
“What’s all the noise? What’s going on in here?” a woman’s voice said.
“Nothing, Janelle,” Dan said. “I’m just fucking this slut. Go back to bed.”
Tommy looked over Dan’s shoulder. A tall, slim naked black woman with large breasts stood looking at them.
“Okay, but save some for me,” she said, turning and stepping away. “I’m not done yet.”
“Your wife?” Tommy said looking point blank in Dan’s brown eyes.
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“No. Harem.”
“Oh. She’s beautiful.”
Not surprising for a straight man with a cock this size, Tommy thought, squeezing it tight in his ass.
“Fuck!” Dan gasped.
“Are we done?” Tommy said, squeezing him again.
“Not til I breed you, bitch!”
With that Dan pinned him to the wall and slammed into him until he came.
In the shower after the fugitive had to ask.
“How old are you daddy?”
“Not yet twice your age.”
“What do you do?”
“Body guard.”
“Secret Service?” Tommy said, joking.”
“Used to. Corporate now.”
“Wow. Which Presidents?”
“That’s a state secret.”
“Don’t you want to know why the cops are after me?”
“No. Don’t tell me anything. The less I know the better.”
“It was just a wild party down the street they broke up. It’s not like I killed anyone or anything like that. I just ran away.”
“Good. Now shut up.”
“Yes, daddy. Can I stay here tonight?”
“Sure.”
“Can I sleep with you? I’m not done, either.”
“Yes, but we’re all in one bed.”
“She won’t mind?”
“They won’t.”
“They?”
“Janelle and her sister Raquel.”
Curled up in Dan’s huge king-sized bed, Tommy the fugitive watched while Janelle sucked Dan's log til it was fully erect then mounted it cowgirl and rode him, her big tits bouncing and jiggling, her ass slapping against his huge thighs. When she was done Raquel took her turn riding him. Their hairstyles were different but Tommy could tell they were identical twins.
Then it was his turn to ride Dan’s humongous cock, which he did until he came. And so it went the rest of the night taking turns riding the biggest cock he had ever seen on a man. Tommy’s cock was only average size but thick. Soon the girls were riding him as well.
“Welcome to his harem,” Raquel whispered in his ear after coming on his white twink cock.
“Alright, alright. Jesus,” he said, walking through his house. “Hold your horses.”
He flipped on the porch light, opened the front door and looked down at the slim young man standing outside the heavy steel security screen door. Blond hair. Short, sweeping emo cut shaved on one side. Mauve (pale purple) designer sweatpants and a skin-tight light blue tank. White high top sneakers. Clean. He even smelled good. College boy?
Without looking up at whoever had answered the door the young man depressed the handle but the door didn’t open. The bolt was thrown.
“Let me in!” he said, looking to his right.
The helicopter search light swept up the street to his right, Dan’s left.
“They after you?” Dan said.
“Please! I can’t get caught again! Let me in.”
“No way,” Dan said.
The panicked young man gave Dan a quick look over and realized a tall, white, muscular hairy man in shorts and a muscle shirt had answered the door. He was tan and wet with sweat.
“I’ll blow you.”
“What?”
“Let me in and I’ll blow you.”
When Dan opened the door the fugitive rushed inside but Dan grabbed him by the scruff of his neck before he could intrude further.
“Ow! Lemme go!”
“Whoa, just slow down,” Dan said closing and locking outer and inner doors, tightening his grip on the intruder’s nape as he tried to slip away.
“Let go! You’re hurting me! I'm no danger. I won’t hurt you!”
Dan pinned the fugitive face first up against the inside of the door and kicked his legs apart.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
“Searching you,” Dan said, holding the fugitive’s thin wrists against the door over his head in one of his giant, meaty hands while the other patted down the lad’s torso, legs, butt and groin.
“Hey!” the fugitive objected.
“Just relax,” Dan said, pulling out the fugitve’s razor thin wallet.
Student ID. Driver’s license. Credit card. Campus tram pass. More pats revealed no phone.
“You a cop?”
“No. The cops are the guys in the chopper looking for you, um, Thomas,” Dan said, releasing him. “You go by Tom?”
“Tommy. Can I have my wallet back now? Please?” Tom said rubbing his wrists then the back of his neck. “Thanks.”
He slipped it into his front pocket. His designer sweats had no back pockets but clung nicely to his firm twink butt.
“Well?” Dan said. “Get busy.”
Tommy the fugitive reached out and felt Dan’s large package through his shorts.
Dan watched Tommy’s blue eyes go big in recognition of its size. When he looked up, Dan saw the fugitive’s mouth had opened in surprise.
“Well go on,” Dan ordered.
“Why are you all sweaty?”
“I was lifting weights. Now blow me or get out.”
“Wow,” Tommy said after pulling down Dan’s navy blue cotton athletic shorts and jockstrap, spilling Dan’s ample junk from it’s containment. “You are huge.”
He wrapped fingers of one hand around Dan’s thick, hairy cock while the other cupped his heavy, deep hanging balls. Tommy kissed Dan’s head, wrapped lips around it and sucked it in his mouth. After worshipping his long cock for five minutes without making Dan come, Tommy got up, pulled down his sweats and turned his ass to Dan.
“Fuck,” Dan said pawing it with his huge hands.
“Got any lube?” Tommy gasped.
“Yeah.”
“Get it.”
“You clean?”
“I cleaned out before going out tonight.”
“Slut.”
“Yeah.”
When Dan returned Tommy was pulling off his sweats. His high-tops and socks looked like they had been tossed aside in a hurry. His erection had already escaped his g-string thong.
“Take it off, too,” Dan ordered, squirting an ample amount of lube into his hand.
Tommy did a sexy little dance, his fingers playing with the strings while stripping it off, a sly smile on his face watching Dan slather lube on his long, thick erect member. Could it be the mythical foot-long cock? It had to be at least ten, right? This was a baseball bat cock he had never seen before.
He gasped when Dan shoved him up against the wall with one hand while the other slapped lube between his butt cheeks and fingered it into his boyhole.
“Fuck. You open easily,” Dan said. “Slut ass.”
“Ooooh, yeah… fuck me daddy!” he moaned wiggling his ass side to side then sticking it out for Dan to take.
Holding his baseball bat cock in one hand Dan shoved it in the fugitive’s wet, inviting hole. It swallowed three-quarters of it right off the bat. Tommy sucked air in through his teeth as Dan’s anaconda opened his love channel.
A couple more thrusts and he was all the way in, smashing the fugitive’s slender smooth body full body against the wall, owning his taught cock-craving twink ass.
“Fucking bitch!” Dan grunted.
Tommy the fugitive whimpered in delight to each powerful thrust of Dan’s rocket. He liked it even more when Dan stepped back unpinning him from at the wall, allowing him to bend forward to take the snake even deeper.
Just when he thought he’d lose his mind, the fugitive felt Dan pull out, turn him around and lift him. He wrapped his slender legs around Dan’s waist and slender arms across his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life while he carried him around the room fucking him. Then he lost it. His cock rubbing against Dan’s furry muscled belly made him come, yelling when he did.
His body went limp but Dan’s thick arms held him up.
“Oh daddy,” Tommy whimpered, pulling himself up and kissing Dan.
“What’s all the noise? What’s going on in here?” a woman’s voice said.
“Nothing, Janelle,” Dan said. “I’m just fucking this slut. Go back to bed.”
Tommy looked over Dan’s shoulder. A tall, slim naked black woman with large breasts stood looking at them.
“Okay, but save some for me,” she said, turning and stepping away. “I’m not done yet.”
“Your wife?” Tommy said looking point blank in Dan’s brown eyes.
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“No. Harem.”
“Oh. She’s beautiful.”
Not surprising for a straight man with a cock this size, Tommy thought, squeezing it tight in his ass.
“Fuck!” Dan gasped.
“Are we done?” Tommy said, squeezing him again.
“Not til I breed you, bitch!”
With that Dan pinned him to the wall and slammed into him until he came.
In the shower after the fugitive had to ask.
“How old are you daddy?”
“Not yet twice your age.”
“What do you do?”
“Body guard.”
“Secret Service?” Tommy said, joking.”
“Used to. Corporate now.”
“Wow. Which Presidents?”
“That’s a state secret.”
“Don’t you want to know why the cops are after me?”
“No. Don’t tell me anything. The less I know the better.”
“It was just a wild party down the street they broke up. It’s not like I killed anyone or anything like that. I just ran away.”
“Good. Now shut up.”
“Yes, daddy. Can I stay here tonight?”
“Sure.”
“Can I sleep with you? I’m not done, either.”
“Yes, but we’re all in one bed.”
“She won’t mind?”
“They won’t.”
“They?”
“Janelle and her sister Raquel.”
Curled up in Dan’s huge king-sized bed, Tommy the fugitive watched while Janelle sucked Dan's log til it was fully erect then mounted it cowgirl and rode him, her big tits bouncing and jiggling, her ass slapping against his huge thighs. When she was done Raquel took her turn riding him. Their hairstyles were different but Tommy could tell they were identical twins.
Then it was his turn to ride Dan’s humongous cock, which he did until he came. And so it went the rest of the night taking turns riding the biggest cock he had ever seen on a man. Tommy’s cock was only average size but thick. Soon the girls were riding him as well.
“Welcome to his harem,” Raquel whispered in his ear after coming on his white twink cock.
