Douche or the Beast

Douche or the Beast Part IV

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Wednesday September 6th 6:43 pm

Lance was seated on a painted wooden bench at the town park. It was a beautiful night and not another person around to ruin the quiet. He relaxed listening to the crickets chirp.

The pair had agreed to meet at seven. Since it was such a nice night, Lance had decided to walk to the park. It was no more than a fifteen minute walk from his house. He was early, but he had no qualms at being a smidge early.

Brad had suggested the pair go to the park to pay a little one-on-one basketball. Lance wasn't nervous about hanging out with the officer surprisingly. The man was easy to talk to. What the teen did fear was making a fool of himself during the game. He was alright at basketball, but he was nowhere near an all-star. He would travel without consciously being aware he was doing it. Then there were Lance's shots. He either would make a perfect swish of the basket or completely miss the hoop. The backboard was large, but he never managed to hit it. He wasn't sure how that was possibly, but he certainly did somehow.

There was a tennis court at the park. Lance wished he had thought to suggest that. Tennis he was much better at. With tennis, Lance would have a chance of winning, but not with basketball. Brad played once a week or so with friends and coworkers.

Not that it was about winning. It was of course about spending time with one another...but dammit the teen didn't want to lose to the older man.

Lance heard a car approaching, with music blaring.

It was Brad in his convertible Cascada. It was a pretty bluish-grey color. Lance was unsure of the year, but it looked newer. He wasn't sure how a cop could afford a nice Buick. Then again, he didn't know much about car financing.

As the car closed in, Lance was able to make out the lyrics. He was listening to the catchy tune of Wild Wilde West by Will Smith.

Brad parked his car in front of Lance's bench, which was no more than ten feet away. The older man left the car on as he exited singing along with the song.

"We going straight to the Wild Wild West! We going straight to the wild wild west! Wild Wild West, whoo!" Brad sang loudly and did a few hip shaking movements.

Lance couldn't help but laugh. The older man looked completely ridiculous as he goofed off. He stopped singing and took a bow.

"Thank you! I'm here all week!" He announced.

Lance kept laughing and gave a fake clap.

"Marvelous!" Lance said through laughter.

Brad rose and smiled at the teen.

"How are my powers of seduction?" The cop asked.

Lance shook his head before responding.

"Formidable. I don't know how I'll resist," Lance laughed again.

Brad laughed with him and walked back to his car. He removed the keys from the ignition and returned to Lance. When he returned, he had a basketball under his arm.

Brad was wearing white tennis shoes, red basketball shorts, and a black tank top. He smiled when he returned.

"Ready for an ass whooping?" He questioned with a raised brow.

"Show me what you got," Lance said confidently. Too bad it was a false confidence.

"Wanna make it interesting with a bet?" Brad asked as they walked towards the court.

"What kind of bet?"

"If you make at least five shots, I will buy you dinner. If you do not manage to get five shots then I get to ask you any one question I want and you have to answer completely honestly."

"You make some vague requests. You know that?" Lance asked.

"Do you agree?"

Lance was sure that he could make five baskets easily. He didn't suck that bad.

"You're on!" Lance extended his hand and Brad took it in with a shake.

"Let's go, boy!"

Lance thought for sure he'd be able to make five baskets to win a free dinner.

He was wrong.

"You did well," Brad encouraged.

"Don't patronize me," Lance breathed out. He was sweating profusely from their game. He leaned against the hoop pole as Brad just smiled smugly at him, "You hustled me!" The teen accused.

"Hey, if you played better you wouldn't have lost," Brad countered.

"Ass," Lance laughed shaking his head.

"He complains when I sugarcoat to be nice. He complains when I'm too honest," The older man shook his head at younger companion.

Lance shrugged with a smile.

"What can I say? I can be difficult."

Brad let out another chuckle as he collected the ball that was next to his foot.

"I believe I won our little bet so I get to ask my question," Brad smirked.

"Alright, what is it?"

"You have to answer honestly," Brad pointed a finger at the teen with a serious look. Lance waved his hand warding off the serious tone.

"Yeah, yeah. Scouts honor. What is your question?"

"Will you go out with me Friday night? As in a formal date," Brad asked, "What do you say?"

Out of all the questions that ran through Lance's head, he didn't think that Brad would ask such an innocent question. He had been preparing for something more...perverse.

"You didn't need to elaborate such a scheme just to ask me out," Lance smiled.

Brad let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his head to mask his nerves.

"I'm human. I fear rejection. So..."

"So I say yes. I'd love to." Lance answered.

"Awesome." The furry man beamed an excited smile.

The pair hung around for a while longer talking about random subjects until they decided to part ways. Brad had insisted on driving Lance home, but the teen reassured him that it was a short distance from the park to his house. After some hesitation, Brad agreed but asked Lance to text him once he got home. Brad said his farewells and departed.

Thursday September 7th

1:14 am

Lance was walking the short distance from the park to his house. His mind was replaying the evening. He had a lot of fun with Brad, even when he was getting his ass kicked in their game.

He was expecting Brad to make moves on him, but the man had surprised him yet again and treated Lance with nothing but respect.

Lance had not made it too far from the park when he noticed there were red and blue flashing lights coming from behind him. He let out a sigh.

The car slowly pulled up to him and a voice called out, "What the fuck are you doin' out here so late?"

"Just walking home, Dalton." Lance replied.

His older step-brother turned off the squad car lights and stopped the car.

"Get in." Dalton nodded his head over to the passenger side of the cop car.

"The house is just a few blocks-"

"I wasn't fuckin' asking. Get your ass in the car," Dalton said sternly.

Lance decided not to argue. He walked to the front passenger side of the car and hopped in. Lance took a quick glance of the car. He thought that normally the center counsel held a computer or different gadgets. But in this car the computer was attached to an arm connected to the dash. The center counsel had what looked like a phone...which was odd and some random switches.

"Buckle your ass in," Dalton said with an annoyed tone.

Lance rolled his eyes but again, but did as he was told without arguing.

Once buckled in, Dalton threw his car into drive and started down the street.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing out past one in the fucking morning? On a school night no less," Dalton demanded.

"I was hanging out with a friend," Lance replied honestly. Dalton smacked the back of Lance's head. It didn't hurt, but that didn't do anything to calm Lance's anger.

"Don't lie to me. I'm not stupid," Dalton hissed.

Lance couldn't help but smile because the older man was being stupid. This was going to be a `damned if you do, damned if you don't' situation.

"Alright then, please tell me what I was doing," Lance said out of frustration.

"At this time of night? Walking from the park? How many men have dicked you tonight?!" Dalton was getting pissed.

"Oh my god, Dal! I was not having sex at the park! I was literally playing basketball with a friend. After we finished, we just hung out and talked. Nothing sexual about it." Lance defended.

Dalton was breathing heavily in anger. The light illuminating from the car dash board was bright enough to allow Lance to see that Dalton's nose was flaring.

"Why are you so pissed?! I'm telling you the truth! What does it matter what I was doing anyways?! We aren't dating, Dalton! How many times do I have to say that?! Besides, after all the women you've had sex with, you don't get to be pissed at me!"

Dalton brought the squad car to an immediate, jerking stop on the side of a quiet street. Lance was literally two streets over from his house.

Dalton reached for his radio. He took a deep breath, composing himself before he spoke.

"Dispatch this is eight-adam-six."

"Go ahead." The female voice responded immediately.

"Code seven." Dalton said.

"Enjoy your dinner, eight-adam-six."

Dalton placed the hand piece back before turning back to Lance.

"Take your shorts off," Dalton said sternly.

"What?! I am not taking off my-"

"Take them off, fucker. Now!" Dalton's demanding voice, smacking Lance upside the head.

Lance stared hard into the older man's eyes. Dalton's pissed off expression was a reflection of what Lance was feeling. What right did he have to be mad? Lance hadn't done anything wrong. Hell, it wasn't any of Dalton's business what Lance was doing.

Lance didn't break his gaze as he lifted up his rump from the seat, pulling his cotton shorts and boxer briefs down to his mid-thigh.

Dalton reached over yanking the clothing down to his knees.

"Scoot your butt down the seat more." Dalton stated.

Lance complied. He scooted down making it so that his knees were hitting the dash but his butt was exposed.

Dalton immediately reached a hand down feeling the mounds of cheeky flesh. His fingers found their target and started feeling around and poking at Lance's entrance. Dalton was actually feeling to see if Lance had been fucked! The asshole!

"Happy? I told you I didn't have sex." Lance's annoyance was not hidden in his tone.

Dalton reached over with his other hand and lightly smacked the side of Lance's head again.

The older man brought his hand to his mouth and spit on his fingers, bringing his hand back down, and inserted a full finger in. Knuckle deep.

Lance let out a moan from the sudden entry.

"You told the truth." Dalton muttered.

The teen looked over from his position. Dalton had a perplexed expression.

"Why are you surprised?" Lance asked.

Dalton pulled his finger back, before immediately forcing it back in.

"You never give me straight answers. A slut like you enjoys torturing their prey." Dalton answered.

"I'm not a slut. Besides, I used to tell you everything until you became a douche."

Dalton didn't seem to like that response. He retaliated by shoving in a second finger roughly.

"Ah!" The teen moaned out.

"Watch your fucking mouth. You're in no position to be a smartass."

"If you weren't so defensive, you might be able to handle a smartass."

Dalton took his spare hand and gripped Lance's balls hard. He pulled on them as far as they would stretch.

Lance let out a yelp and gripped Dalton's wrist.

"That mouth gets you into trouble, baby boy. Why do you try to piss me off? Do you like getting a reaction out of me? Do you like driving me fuckin' nuts?"

As Dalton asked his questions, he was jabbing his fingers into Lance's prostate. The walnut-sized gland responding and aching for the pressure the older man's fingers were providing.

"I could ask you the same question." Lance gasped out. "Ease up on my nuts, Dal." Lance whined.

Dalton ignored the request. Instead, he was looking around the, seeing if he could located anything out of place.

Dalton removed his fingers from Lance's heat, which caused a complaining moan from Lance. He also released his hold on Lance's ball, only to give them a light, but firm slap.

"Ouch, fucker!" Lance hissed.

"Hop in the back." Dalton commanded. He moved to exit the vehicle.

"What? Why?" The teen questioned as he pulled his shorts back up.

"Now fucktard!" Dalton grunted with annoyance.

Lance left the front seat of the car, only to hop in the back. Before he climbed in the back, he looked over to Dalton who was looking the area over still. The teen closed the door behind him and leaned against the door.

Once Dalton was satisfied there was no one around, he climbed in the back with Lance; however, he left his door open. He was kneeling on the seat, reached over to Lance gripping his legs, and pulled so that his body came down. He pulled until Lance was flat on his back.

Dalton removed his younger step-brother's shoes. Once they were tossed on the floor, he yanked off Lance's shorts and boxer briefs in one motion.

"Don't know why you bothered fuckin' putting these back on when you knew I was going to take them right back off. You stupid fuck."

"I didn't know if you saw someone, asshat."

Dalton used his arm to hook onto Lance's legs. He moved them back to raise Lance's ass off the seat and used his other hand to swat his ass cheeks hard.

"Ouch, you mother fucker!"

"I told you baby boy, that mouth will get you in trouble. Would you rather I smack that pretty mouth of yours?"

"I'd rather you didn't smack me at all, dick!" Lance retorted.

At the insult, Dalton landed another smack on the same cheek. Lance could feel the burn as he let out another yelp.

Dalton removed his arm and spread Lance's legs, positioning himself in between the teens legs.

Lance took a moment to look his step-brother over. The dark-haired man was good-looking, but in his uniform, the bastard was handsome. His jawline incredibly defined,, a feature that Lance really liked on him.

Lance lowered his eyes to his torso. His well-toned body fitted well in his uniform top. His pants were tight and did nothing to hide his raging hard-on. Lance could see the outline of his dick perfectly.

When the teen brought his eyes back up to Dalton's face, the cop was smirking down at him.

"Shut up," Lance said rolling his eyes.

"I didn't say anything," Dalton said innocently, but the smirk never leaving his face.

"Whatever."

"'Whatever,'" Dalton mocked. "Slut knows what he likes. You can check me out all you want. I don't mind."

"I was not checking you out," Lance said aloud. Knowing full well that it was a lie.

Dalton leaned over the younger man before speaking, "Fuckin' liar."

Lance just stared back swallowing hard.

"I don't have any lube," Dalton rubbed his fabric covered, hard cock against Lance, "I don't even have pre-lubed condoms."

"Dalton, you can't fuck me without lube. You will tear me up down there!"

"I tear you up with lube."

"That's my point! Don't!" Lance was pushing against Dalton.

Dalton leaned up and smacked him across the face.

"We've had this fucking conversation before! Don't pull away from me!" Dalton yelled.

"We have had the conversation of, `don't fucking hit me" before too!" Lance yelled back.

"If you'd given me a fuckin' moment fuck wad, I would have presented you with my solution."

"And what solution could you ha- ah!" Lance grunted out.

Dalton raised the teens legs again, presenting the tight, pink hole. He went face first into his ass, eating the teen out.

"Fuck!" Lance moaned out.

Dalton used a hand to grip a plump cheek and smack it.

"Ugh..." Lance released a low moan from the smack.

Lance felt Dalton's tongue swirling around the outside of his hole. The hot, muscled tongue wetting Lance's private area. Lance's six and a half cock was rock hard. The hard organ was already producing precum.

Dalton let out a moan of his own as he slurped away at the teen's tight hole. As his tongue flicked around, he had his right hand pull on the ass cheek. Stretching it to help expose the chute entrance. With the hole exposed more, he dug his tongue inside of the boy's hole.

"Dalton! Oh!" Lance cried out.

Never in any of their sexual escapades, had the older rimmed him.

Dalton pulled his face back and shoved two fingers in right to the knuckle for the second time that night.

"Dal!" Lance gasped out.

"Yeah, baby boy. Fuck yeah. You gonna let me nut in your cunt?" Dalton hissed.

"Yes!" Lance whimpered out desperately.

The older smacked his ass again.

"Fuck yes!" Dalton grunted.

He pulled his fingers out and went back to eating out Lance. He pulled the cheeks apart again at started spitting on his hole.

"I can't wait to fuck your tight, cunt. I haven't fucked since I pounded your pussy in the kitchen."

"Why? I thought you kept side pieces?" The teen questioned.

"Baby boy, you are the side piece." Dalton said.

Dalton sat up and quickly unbuckled his belt. He practically ripped off his pants pulling them down only far enough to free his aching cock.

The officer hacked up a couple loogies and used it to moisten himself up along with the oozing precum.

"Seriously? Gross," Lance complained.

"Shut up, cockwhore. At least I'm not dicking you dry." Dalton countered.

The older man positioned himself above the teen again. He was supporting himself with an arm that was on the seat. His other hand guided his pulsing cock to its goal.

Lance felt the blunt head poking at his entrance. This was still going to hurt.

Dalton gave a shove and was met with resistance. With a bit more pressure, Dalton's head pushed passed the muscled ring.

"Ah!" Lance cried out.

"Hang on, baby boy, we aren't there yet. Let you pussy take me in." Dalton grunted.

Inch after inch, Dalton pushed his cock in, not giving Lance a moment to breath. He only stopped once his balls were pressed firmly against Lance's ass.

"I've bottomed out, baby boy," Dalton whispered.

He rested, giving Lance a chance to adjust to the invasion. Lance could feel the seating pain in his ass. The spit job was definitely not enough.

The teen was panting heavily at the full feeling he was experiencing.

Dalton then pulled back a bit, before shoving his cock right back.

"Ugh..." The teen moaned deeply.

With each thrust he would pull his cock back just a little bit more, before shoving it back in completely. With each thrust, Lance would match it with a moan.

It wasn't long before Dalton was jabbing roughly into Lance. The only sounds that could be heard were the men's moans, a pair of balls slapping against a teen's ass, and the crickets playing the nightly song.

Dalton reached down and grabbed Lance's balls again, but not as roughly this time. Even though the grip wasn't as tight, Lance still let out a loud moan.

The older man moved his mouth to Lance's ear.

"Do you like when big brother dicks you?"

"Yes!" Lance replied.

"Whose cunt is this?" Dalton had some scruff coming in from not shaving the past few days. The facial hair tickling slightly when he spoke next to Lance's ear.

"Your's Dalton." The teen answered through his moans.

Dalton didn't lose his thrusting pace as he reached under the teens shirt to locate an erected nipple. He gripped the small mound between his thumb and index finger and squeezed roughly. The sensation went straight to Lance's cock, making it throb harder as his step-brother played with his breast.

Dalton lifted the shirt up and brought his head down to start licking and biting the sensitive nub. Lance brought his hand to Dalton's hair and gripped it roughly. The harder Dalton bit, the harder he pulled the older man's hair.

Dalton brought his head up to the teen's ear again.

"Jerk off."

Lance didn't need to be told twice. His hand sought out his neglected dick and started to stroke vigorously as Dalton continued to rub his balls in his free palm.

"How close are you?"

"Less than thirty seconds," breathed out the teen.

"Cum with me." Dalton demanded. He picked up his pace and started slamming into the younger man.

Despite the burning pain, Lance was loving every minute of it.

Lance stroked faster and harder. It was a matter of moments before he cried out he was cumming.

Dalton gave one final slam, burying himself as deep as he could, to unload his seed.

"Fuck! Fucking fuck!" Dalton wailed.

Both men panted as they twitched through their powerful climaxes.

Dalton collapsed on the teen as he continued to orgasm, placing his head in the crook of the younger's neck.

"Fuck!" He panted out.

As Lance's orgasm subsided, he could feel his racing heart starting to slow down.

He noticed that he had one hand playing with Dalton's hair and the other holding onto his lower back. He froze when he realized what his hands were doing. Lance wasn't sure why his hands found their way to his brother's hair time and time again. Maybe that was something that he did after sex subconsciously?

As if reading his mind, Dalton said, "You don't have to stop. You do that every time. I like when you play with my hair."

Lance hesitated a moment before continuing to stroke the dark locks.

"Mmm." Dalton let out a long content sigh as Lance continued what he was doing.

Lance had to confess, these past few encounters, Dalton seemed almost sweeter. Ever since their conversation in Dalton's bedroom. Granted he could lay off the smacking.

Dalton's cock was still rock hard and buried deep in the teen.

"Mmm," Dalton released another sigh. He turned his head slightly and planted a kiss on the side of Lance's neck. He pulled his cock back. Lance thought that he was going to pull out, but was surprised when he shoved his cock right back in.

"Again?!" Lance chuckled.

"What can I say baby boy?" He asked providing another thrust, "You have a hot ass."

"Horn dog," Lance muttered.

"Slut like you loves it." Dalton muttered right back.

"You a-" Lance was cut off from his insult when Dalton pressed his lips against his.

Both men were breathing heavily as their tongues battled. Dalton didn't take long to return to his deep thrusting. His hands explored the younger's body yet again.

Lance's own hands were also occupied. One was gripping Dalton's hair and the other held onto Dalton's upper back.

Dalton's cock, with every push in, made sloppy wet sounds. If anyone was to come upon them and heard the sex noises, they would have thought a cop was taking sloppy seconds. Which technically Dalton was, it was only Dalton's own sloppy seconds.

The cum serving as lubricant, made Dalton's manhood slide in much easier.

Dalton was pounding away at his step-brother's hole with as much voraciousness as he had before. Dalton's pubes were sticky with cum and sweat, causing them to cling to the teen's mounded cheeks.

Lance felt cum running down his ass cheeks, undoubtedly staining the car cloth underneath the young man.

Lance grunted in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Dalton's hands wandering his body and the sensation of the older's cock diving in and out.

Dalton broke the kiss and grunted out in bliss, "I'm fucking cumming again."

"Do it!" Lance encouraged.

"Fuck yes!"

Dalton's second orgasm arrived just as powerful as the first. The older man's body tensed as he released. He panted and was sweating heavily. Drops of his sweat were dropping onto the teen below. Unlike his first arrival, this one did not last as long.

For the second time that night he collapsed on his younger step-brother.

"Fuck." He breathed out exhausted. "I still have about six hours left and all I want to do is pass out."

"Passing out would be good." Lance said tiredly.

Dalton slowly rose, pulling his cock out from the battered hole. Cum quickly followed suit. Dalton reached for the teen's shorts to wipe up the mess.

"I have to get you fucking home. It's late and you have school tomorrow."

"Okay mom."

Dalton swatted his leg for mouthing off to him.

"Get your ass up, slut. Here are your cummy shorts." Dalton passed the now cum soaked cotton shorts at Lance.

"Dick." The teen muttered under his breath.

Dalton climbed out of the back seat and took his placed behind the driver's wheel. He pulled down the vanity mirror to inspect himself.

"Fuck boy! You messed up my hair," He said more to himself than to his brother.

"You weren't complaining a minute ago. You better fix it before you return to the station."

"I'll fix it alright," Dalton started to explain as Lance hopped into the passenger side, "but I am going to reek of sex when I walk in."

"Will you coworkers notice?" Lance asked nervously.

"Hell yeah they will! I'll let them know I fucked the hell out of the sweetest whore's cunt in this town!"

Dalton wore a wicked smile as he stated what he planned to do, much to Lance's internal worrying.

He was afraid that his step-bother would callously boast about his conquest. Three of the guys there knew that he had sex with Lance. One of which was Brad. He'd rather not have his step-brother telling the guy he had a crush on that he pounded his ass in the back of a squad car.

It was only a few moments before Dalton had them pulling into the driveway. He threw the car into park. He was looking straight ahead.

With a bored tone he said, "Get the fuck out and get to bed."

"Jeez. Fucking goodnight to you to, asshole!" Lance hissed. He slammed the car door shut made his way to the house.

Dalton must have had his window down because he called back, "Fuck you! I'll fuck you up dude!"

Lance countered him by flipping him the bird. When Lance had entered his house, he went straight to bed. He had tuckered himself out. Lance knew that he wasn't going to want to wake up for school.

Thursday September 7th

7:14 am

"Lance!"

The voice woke Lance from his slumber but Lance's replay was comprised of grunts only.

"Lance, we are going to be late!" Mickey complained. He was in Lance's room throwing a fit.

Lance grunted as he reached for his phone resting on his end table. He activated the screen and his analog clock read seven-fourteen.

"Lance!" Mickey whined again.

"Mick, relax. We live ten minutes away. Let me get dressed and then we'll be off. Alright?"

"Okay. Hurry please."

"You got it, little dude. Will you make me a piece of toast with jelly, please?"

"I'll make it now." Mickey replied and disappeared from Lance's room.

The teen rose from his bed slowly. He peeled off his cloths from yesterday, reeking of sweat and sex.

"Jeez, I reek!" Lance muttered to himself.

He put on a fresh tee-shirt and pair of jeans. He exited his room and went to the hallway bathroom. He thought about hoping in the shower, but he decided to put on extra cologne instead. He knew that was the lazy way but he was too tired to care. He applied fresh deodorant and brushed his teeth. He briefly fussed with his hair, but surrendered to the messy top.

He met his brother in the kitchen and was greeted with a smile.

"That was quick!"

"I told you I would be. We'll be fine," Lance replied with a smile.

"Here." The younger brother passed the toast to Lance.

With a goofy smile and a baby voice, Lance said, "Thanks, baby brudder!"

"How old are you?" Mickey questioned.

"I'm young enough to still call you my baby brudder."

"Whatever twit!" The freshman laughed from his older brother's antics.

The two of them made their way to the front door. The put on their shoes and grabbed their backpacks. When Mickey opened the front door, Dalton was coming up the steps looking tired from his overnight shift.

"Hey Dal! You're home early," Mickey greeted.

"Hey bud. Yeah, I requested a shorter shift. I have an appointment today and I wanted to get a little bit of sleep before that."

"We are off to school. I'll see you later, Dal!" Mickey gave him a hug as he made his way past him.

"Bye, Mick. Learn lots. I have to speak with Lance a few moments."

"Okay, but don't keep him too long! I don't wanna be late."

"Yes, sir. Love you, bud!"

"Love you, Dal!" Mickey called back.

Once Dalton heard Mickey get into Lance's jeep, he closed and locked the door.

He turned his attention to the middle brother.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lance asked with a tired sigh.

"I want to get off and you're here. What the fuck do you think I want?" Dalton sneered.

"Seriously?! I am trying to go to school. We don't have time. Mickey is right outside."

"We've fucked with him less that fifteen feet away before. This time we have a locked door in between us and him."

"I need to go," Lance made to walk past him, but Dalton caught his arm. Dalton then moved him against the door. In the shuffle, Lance dropped his backpack to the floor.

"Dal, I don't have time!" Lance insisted.

"You smell like a fucking whore! Do you know that?! You may have put on a heavy layer of cologne," As Dalton explained, he moved his hands up to Lance's pants. He undid the buckle and roughly trying to remove his pants, "but I can smell the sex on you."

"It's your fault I smell like this."

"I know. The fact that you smell like sex because of the dicking I gave you this morning is just...a bit of a turn on." By now, Dalton had the younger man's pants off.

Lance stepped one leg out of the pant leg opening. Dalton moved his fingers to Lance's mouth to moisten his digits.

"Suck." Dalton commanded.

Lance rolled his eyes but accepted the digits into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his lips around Dalton's index and middle finger. He sucked gently on the fingers and brought his tongue up to slowly lick them.

Dalton, who was already rock hard, was using his other hand to free himself from his pants restraint. After he managed to release his eight inches, Dalton removed his fingers from Lance's mouth once they were coated in saliva. He used his left to lift up Lance's right leg. His right hand found its way to the teen's hole.

"You cunt is puffy. Are you sore?" He question.

"A bit," Lance admitted.

Dalton nodded in acknowledgement. He pushed his fingers into Lance's hole which brought a moan out of Lance's throat.

Lance could feel the soreness from within himself. The fingers that rubbed him only pronounced his soreness. He would be feeling raw and have troubles sitting at this rate.

"Holy fuck...you are still slick from my seed." Dalton groaned.

Dalton quickly ripped his fingers from Dalton's ass and replaced his digits with his cock instead. He drove his cock straight down to the root.

"Fuck!" Lance yelled out. "Fuck!"

"Fucking A!" Dalton grunted.

The burning sensation was almost unbearable. If they had actual lube and Dalton had properly prepped him, his ass would not be stinging. Dalton was horned up and wouldn't be long, but for Lance, it was going to feel like eternity.

"Fuck Dalton, ease up!" Lance demanded.

"Shut up." He grunted in his step-brother's ear. He was thrusting with haste; however, despite his speed, he did let up some. Dalton was not burying his cock as far as it could go, lessening the burning pain for Lance.

Dalton was not concerned with what Lance was feeling. He was only concerned with getting off. His balls were swinging from the thrusting her was doing.

Luckily for Lance, this session was about to come to an end.

"Fuck!" Dalton grunted. Lance felt Dalton's cock pulsing. Cum flooding into him for the third time in less than twelve-hours.

Damn that was quick. Thank god. Lance thought to himself.

Lance and Dalton both tensed when they heard a horn honk. Mickey was going to be pissed. They lost ten minutes because of this encounter.

"I need to go," Lance said while Dalton was trying to regain his breath.

"You didn't get off," Dalton muttered.

Even though this encounter was kind of painful for Lance, he still boned up and was leaking heavily.

"It's fine. I nee- ahh!" Lance groaned. Dalton had reached down and gripped his dick firmly.

"Cum for me baby boy.," Dalton bite onto Lance's neck and he roughly jerked of his younger step-brother.

"Dal," Lance moaned. It took only a few stroked before Lance was blowing his own load.

"That's it! Cum for big brother." He moaned.

HONK!

"Fuck, I need to go!" Lance muttered. Dalton stumbled back onto the couch. He sat down, leaning back. His pants wide open showing off his softening cock, glistening from his load.

Lance zipped up and walked over to the closet. He pulled out an old hooding to clean up the cummy mess, because he knew Dalton's lazy ass wouldn't.

"The fuck you still doing here. Get your slutty ass to class." Dalton bossed him.

Lance sighed, yet again. He tossed the hoodie at Dalton. It fell to his feet. On his way out, Lance flipped him the bird.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! I had to do a bit of research about police cars and codes. I do not know much about them. Feel free to email me. I love hearing from you folks. Thanks for reading! I am working on the next installment.