His chest was covered in his cum, and mine was dripping out his ass. This is what I would call a good friday evening. I reached for my pants on the floor and started to put them on. "I don't know why you always have to go so soon. Why don't you stay for some wine?" He asked, practically begging. We went over this conversation almost everytime, word for word. "Im sorry, you know that I enjoy my evenings to myself. Maybe one night I will stay" But of course that night would never happen. For I am a creature of the night and I cannot just shirk my duties. Once I put on my clothes, I made my way to the front door, with the Stg. close behind me. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then, at the town meeting?" I put my shoes and coat on, and leaned in to kiss him. "Of course" I said, after peck on the lips. "Same time next week" I said, and walked out the door. Only, there will be no next week for him. Because tonight is the night when we strike back. Tonight is the night when we kill the shephard
Without saying a word, I shoved my throbbing cock into his tiny little asshole. It felt like I was home. I thrusted hard, reveling in the feeling of his asshole squeezing my cock. Stg. James' moans were loud and even. Everytime I thrusted in, he moaned. I watched him. I watched him jack off as I fucked his ass. I watched my cock go in and out. I watched the expression on his face as he got closer and closer to orgasm. And everything that I saw only made me more turned on. Too soon, I began to feel myself getting close to climax. He was getting very close too. If I could time it right, we could cum at the same time. I let go of his calves and wrapped my hands around him and on his ass. And then I went double time. I pounded his ass to fast and so hard that it took seconds for him to cum. A little sooner then expected, but it was ok because I came right after him. We both sighed, and layed motionless for a couple minutes.
Eventually, it was just two naked men, lying on a couch. I felt his warm hand wrap around my cock and smiled. I wasn't much of a cocksucker, but Stg. James loved it. He gave me a sly smile and slid down my body until he was face to face with my cock. I could feel tingles of anticipation running through my body. Stg. James gave the best blowjobs. Of course, he was also a teaser. Slowly licking my cock and fondling by balls, he made sure my cock was thoroughly wet before he took the plunge. And when he did, wow. It was hard for me to not come right then and there. His tounge swirled in all the right places while he sucked as hard as he could. "Stg., I'm not going to last very long if you keep this up." I breathed out. He pouted at me as sat back "Well then, we should get right to the main course." He said as he sat back and spread his legs. I smiled and eagerly jumped upon him, grabbed his calves, and pulled his ass towards my cock.
He greets me politely as I enter his home. His home was warm, almost uncomfortably warm. I bent over to take my shoes and jacket off, and without a word I feel his hands start to wander around by body. "A little eager now, aren't we?" I chuckled, grabbing his hand and moving towards his bedroom. "I just can't help it. I've been having a stressful week, dealing with all these murders." He replied. I could tell he was honest because instead of leading me all the way down the hall to the bedroom, he pushed me towards the couch in the living room. I allowed myself to fall back onto the soft couch, awaiting him to follow. And follow he did. He practically jumped to the couch, straddling my waist. I had a feeling I wouldn't have to do much, since his engorged cock was just too big to miss. His lips landed on mine, and suddenly I found my hands doing the looking for me. One by one, our clothes all came off. Shirt, then pants, then boxers.
The air outside is cold tonight. Unseasonably cold for this time of year. But I don't mind. I enjoy the cold. I embrace it. For I am only truly alive during the night. During the cold. Stg. Matt James, the man that everyone trusts, is home alone again tonight. Oh I'm sure that Doctor Welsh was here before. But now, it is just him. Not for long. I raise my hand to knock on his wooden front door. The sound of my knuckles hitting the cold hard wood rings in my ears, three short bursts. He is expecting me. I hear his rushed footsteps come down the hall. A short pause, and then the sound of the bolt door unlocking. Then, a smile. Stg. James has a beautiful smile, to say the least. He is actually quiet a gorgeous man. Of course being the town Cop, he has to keep fit. He has to be able to keep up with the bad guys. The Mafia. "Hello Marcus"
big lol - negging me for 'not claiming baker' - and leaving a message on my profile telling everyone i was a baker WHILE THE GAME WAS STILL RUNNING! I HOPE YOU GET BANNED, -K!!!
