Graduation Party p. 19
by Omerod Home
Continued….
The big policeman reached under his utility belt. He loosened the front of his blue uniform pants. He left the utility belt around his waist as he pushed his pants down past his knees. He wore white cotton briefs. The pouch was stained yellow and stretched across a bulging mass that made him look like he was smuggling several large baking potatoes between his hairy legs.
The cop hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his briefs. He pulled the front of his soiled underwear down. A rich tangled growth of curly black pubic hair was exposed and then the thick root of his big hairy cock.
He pulled the waistband down further. His cock popped out of his briefs. It stood out from his groin like a third strong arm with a head as big as a clenched fist. His cock bobbled and swayed from side to side as he heavy balls tumbled over the edge of the elastic waistband of his shorts.
Andy hooked the waistband of his briefs beneath his hairy ball sack. He pulled his thumbs away.
"Look what I got for you, Prof," Andy stroked his big dick with one hand and hefted his heavy, hairy balls with the other. "Hot meat and potatoes and plenty of gravy. Come on, Prof, chow down."
Russell was beyond any effort at resistance. He put his hands on the cop's muscular, hairy thighs. He dragged himself up onto his knees. The heat from the cop's crotch washed over his face. The thick, cloying smell of male musk filled his nose. The sight of hairy balls and heavy, drooling cock filled his eyes. A hunger for hot man meat filled his belly.
The thought that he wanted to suck the cop's dick and that he wanted the muscular, hairy cop to fuck his ass with that log of hot male flesh filled his mind. He wanted the cop to fuck him. He wanted Grady and Tommy and Antwon to fuck him. He wanted all those High School jocks he'd persecuted and punished to fuck him. That's all he ever wanted. He wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked by hard muscled men. He wanted them to stop wasting their glorious dicks on disgusting pussies. He wanted all those dicks for himself.
Russell sucked the cop's hairy dick. He kissed it from snout to root. He licked it from root to snout. He tongued the piss slit. He slurped up the rich precum. He sucked it down.
Russell sucked the cop's hairy balls. He licked the nuts. He sucked them singly and together. He slurped up the cop's ball sweat. He sucked it down like honey.
He coughed. He choked. He retched. He swallowed the log of male meat to the root. He milked the massive shaft his throat. He did everything he ever dreamed of doing to a dick. He used every trick he had been taught by his rapists. He teased. He tickled. He tormented the big cop's heavy equipment.
Russell made the big cop sweat. He made him moan. He made him pant.
The policeman tore open the front of his uniform shirt. He rubbed his big hands over his hairy chest and belly. He flexed his knees. He thrust his crotch into Russell's face. He took the teacher's head between his hands. He fucked his dick in and out of the man's throat.
Russell dropped his hands to his lap. He squeezed his aching balls. He pumped his wounded dick. The manipulation of his cock and balls was agony and ecstasy. The wounds from the piercing of his dick and balls screamed with agony. The broken sticks of chalk inside his dick ground into his tender urethra. Blood oozed from his wounds and dribbled form his cock lips. Pain washed through his body. Riding the crest of each wave of pain was a pleasure so overwhelming that he groaned. He beat his cock. He squeezed his balls harder.
Russell could feel the cop's precum coating his throat. He could taste it in his mouth.
The cop's muscular thighs were quivering. His flat, hairy belly was drawn in and tight. His finger's dug into the sides of Russell's head. With a grunt, the cop pulled his throbbing cock from the teacher's throat. He pushed Russell's head away from his drooling dick.
Russell fell back on his haunches. He wiped the broth of spittle and precum from his chin. He licked it from his fingers. He twisted around. He fell on his face with his ass pointing up into the air at the big policeman. He waved his hips like a bitch in heat.
"Oh, you disgust me!" sneered the cop, ignoring his captive’s feeble attempt at sensuality. With a hard punch to Russell’s jaw, he knocked the professor into dreamland.
The cop rolled the limp man onto his back and began massaging Russell’s pecks and necks. While he was massaging, the police officer started kissing his nipples. He worked his way down to his limp captive’s stomach and then passed his groin area, down his legs, rubbing them lightly. When the cop got to the professor’s feet he began to kiss the sweaty bottoms of them. He even kissed the unconscious captive’s toes before deciding to suck on them. First, he began sucking each of the professor’s big toes on his feet. Russell let out gasps despite the fact that he was still unconscious.
The cop sucked on each toe and licked in-between each one till he had licked and sucked every toe on his knocked out captive’s feet. He sucked and licked and licked and sucked. Next, he licked his way up Russell’s legs to his knees … then they licked his way up the professor’s thighs. When the cop got to the unconscious professor’s balls he licked and sucked and sucked and licked till he actually grew bored with molesting his helpless captive’s feet.
The cop rolled Russell back to his back. Now the professor was again on his face … and again with his ass pointing up into the air. Andy took one look at the teacher's raw and puffy ass lips surrounding his cum dripping open ass hole. He made a wry face.
"You boy's sure fucked the hell out of this cocksucker," he said unhappily. "I hate a sloppy fuck."
Andy's face suddenly brightened. A wicked grin bloomed on his handsome face.
"You boy's get him on his feet and hold him up," Andy pointed with his baton to the cringing teacher kneeling at his feet.
Grady and Antwon did not need to know the cop's plan to know it was evil and degrading. They leapt to their feet. They took the teacher by the arms. They hauled him to his feet. They held him upright between them.
"Get off your ass and take that...."
Andy waived the baton at Tommy who was still lounging across a student's desk,
"Kneel down in front of the Prof and shove it up his ass."
Tommy obeyed instantly. He took the baton. He knelt between Russell's whipped and blood streaked legs. The cum covering the inside of the teacher's legs had dried to yellowish crusts, which flaked off like dandruff when Tommy touched the surface of his wounded thighs.
Tommy brushed the teachers hard bruised cock aside. He lifted his swollen balls out of the way. He placed the big blunt tip of the nightstick to the teacher's puffy ass lips. He shoved the hard wooden shaft several inches into the teacher's ravaged ass hole. Russell did not even whimper.
"Pull it toward you," Andy commanded the kneeling Irish wrestler.
Tommy pulled the baton toward him. A gap opened up between the baton and the back of the teacher's asshole.
"Hold him tight boys," Andy roared as he took his hard, hot, hairy dick in hand. "I'm coming in."
Andy shoved the drooling snout of his fist-sized cockhead into the gap between the edge of Russell's asshole and the baton. He forced his big cockhead into the teacher's ass. He placed a heavy hand on each of the man's shoulder. He pulled himself upward. He thrust his cock upward. He drove his hard dick up along the baton and into the teacher's ass.
The hard rod of cop meat slid up along the baton. It filled Russell's ass. The teacher's puffy asshole stretched tightly around the combined girth of Andy's cock and the baton.
Russell's eyes grew wide. His body stiffened. His mouth gaped open.
"Too much!" he screamed. "Too much!"
"Get used to it. You've got two nightsticks in you now, Prof," Andy spoke into Russell's ear as he dug his fingers into the man's shoulders. "And they're both going to fuck you."
To be continued….