Douche or the Beast

Douche or the Beast Part IV

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Friday September 7th 4:10 pm

Lance was at his track meeting, sweating like any other day. Their trainer certainly made them work hard.

Lance would catch glimpses of Cooper and Carol sitting in the stands. He used to dislike when they would come to the meets because he felt they were bored by watching a bunch of boys and girls running around. They had assured him that they would study, talk, or just watch Lance practice. They said that was more than enough fun for them. Not only that, it gave the three of them time to see each other, even if it was from afar.

He loved that he had great friends.

After his meet, they would sometimes go for a smoothie or ice cream. Today, Lance was considering bailing, but the three of them had been awfully busy as of late. He figured he could spare thirty minutes to hang with his best friends before his date tonight. After all, they did come to sit at his practice.

As he kept making his rounds, Lance had this feeling he was being watched. He glanced back to where Cooper and Carol were, but they were engrossed in conversation. Lance looked the area over to see if he could locate the source of this eerie feeling.

No one was paying him any mind though, save Couch Braxton, but he was watching all the track members.

Lance finished his lap, slowing down to regain his breath. Sweat poured down from his forehead as he continued to look around. Lance's view went to the parking lot. He was looking for a squad car, half expecting to see his older brother; however, the lot seemed quiet with no strange vehicles out of place.

"Weird," Lance muttered to himself.

This uneasy feeling had been happening quite a bit in the past few months. He just felt like someone was observing him from a distance, but could never actually locate a person. He felt it at track practice, jiu-jitsu meets, and random times when he would be out running errands.

Once Lance's practice was over, him and his friends made their way for frozen desserts. The ice cream parlor had outdoor seating which they had decided to use. Lance sat on one section of the square table with his strawberry sundae. Cooper sat to his left with a vanilla cone while Carol sat to his right with a large Oreo caramel banana hot fudge sundae.

When she took a heaping bite, she moaned into the ice cream closing her eyes. Both boys stared at her in awe. The ice cream at their local parlor was good but it wasn't that good.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw them staring strangely at her.

"What? I just started my period today and this is just what I needed! Stop judging me with your judgy eyes!" Carol defended herself.

"No, no. No judgy eyes, just `WTF' eyes," Lance explained.

"What he said'" Cooper added.

"Uh huh," Carol responded not sounding convinced.

"I promise, we would never judge you. Question you, maybe. Think you're nuts, sure. But we would never judge you." Lance explained.

"Agreed," Cooper nodded.

"Alright...I can live with that." Carol smiled as she took another bite from her sugary treat.

"She is getting diabetes," Cooper said quietly.

"Without a doubt," Lance agreed with his friend.

Carol simply rolled her eyes at them which caused the boys to laugh.

Lance pulled his phone out just to check it. He tried not to use his phone when hanging out with his friends. He found it to be rude and inconsiderate, but he was starting to feel anxious about his date tonight.

When he looked at it, he saw that he had a text from Brad. Smiling he read the text.

Can't wait for tonight. I'll see you at seven.

The message was to the point and simple. Regardless, it made Lance smile.

"Oh my god!" Carol snapped.

"What?!" Lance asked panicked. He thought she was preparing to yell at him for being on his phone while they were hanging out. It was a bit of a pet peeve of Carol's.

"You have a date and you didn't tell us!" She accused.

"What?! No I don't!" Lance argued. There was no way she could know that.

"Liar !" She glared.

"You have a date?" Cooper questioned.

"No I don't!" Lance held his arms to the side in annoyance.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you aren't going out with some hunk tonight," Carol instructed.

Lance looked over to her and hesitated. He thought he could pull the lie off, but the look in Carol's eye told him he should consider the honest path.

"Fine. Yes I do," He answered.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Cooper asked.

"The better question is how did Carol know?"" Lance asked looking over to his female friend.

Carol smiled as she finished another bite of her ice cream.

"When you opened your phone, you had boyfriend smile."

"What? I do not have a `boyfriend smile.'"

"Yes you do," Carol muttered.

"She is right, dude. You kinda do," Cooper agreed.

"What the heck?" Lance muttered shaking his head.

"Now: Name, age, occupation?" Carol demanded calmly.

"Before I tell you, promise me two things," Lance looked at both of them waiting for a response.

"Of course, man," Cooper said with a slight nod of his head.

"You're our best friend, we don't judge you," Carol stated.

"It's Brad from when you guys came over that night and swam. He is twenty-four and a police officer, obviously since he is Dalton's coworker."

Carol and Cooper both winced at the same time.

"You said you wouldn't judge." The teen pointed his finger accusingly at both of his friends.

"No judging. Promise," Cooper said.

"Just concern. He works with your brother. I would just be cautious of going out on a date with one of your brother's friends," Carol explained.

"He is not really one of my brother's friends. He is just a coworker. I don't think he really likes my brother too much," The runner explained.

"Does anyone really like your brother though?" Cooper asked with a mocking look.

"No kidding, right." Lance chuckled.

"Just be careful, okay?" Carol asked.

"You know I will be," Lance replied.

"And bring condoms," Cooper threw in.

"You ass!" Lance laughed, smacking his arm playfully.

Friday September 7th

6:36 pm

Lance pulled up to what he thought was a mistaken address. He was in the middle of nowhere. If it wasn't for Brad's parked car in the driveway, Lance would have turned around. He pulled up on a long gravel driveway with bends and curves. The gravel crunched from the pressure and motion from the tires of the teen's jeep. The land was littered with trees and different types of plants. He went around one last bend when a cabin came into view.

The grinding sound of gravel beneath the tires came to a halt when Lance placed his jeep in park. He existed and looked at the log cabin that was nearby.

It was a modest cabin with an awesome deck. The beautiful structure was easily three bedrooms.

Lance's phone buzzed quietly in his cargo shorts. He pulled out the device and seen a text from Brad.

I knew you'd be early. Walk to the front door. Read carefully.

"Strange," Lance muttered to himself.

He placed his phone back in his pocket and made his way to the front door.

He noticed immediately there was a small plastic table with some items on it. There was a large green tote, a hand written note, and a clock with a timer counting down. It was at eleven minuets, thirty seconds and counting.

"What in the world?" Lance questioned.

Lance carefully picked up the note and read it.

Dear Lance,

Welcome to date night. You will soon learn I am not your typical man and I love making date nights...entertaining. In the tote, you will find a mask, light body armor, shin guards, a sports cup, and a paintball gun. Complete with Co2 and ammo.

There are some basic rules.

1. No going in the house. The house is completely locked and will remain as such until the game ends.

2. There is no leaving the property. This cabin sits on seven acres of land. You may be asking yourself, where the property line is. Don't worry. You'll know when you come close to crossing it.

3. There are no timeouts

4. There is no getting in your car to leave. You'll find that there was a gate at the driveway entrance. That gate has now been locked.

5. No dick shots. No matter how much you may want to right now.

You have until the timer reaches zero to prepare yourself. Once it goes off, I will not hold back.

You'll find a clip timer in the tote. Once the timer goes off, the game will end and return to this spot. The winner will be determined at the end.

Best of luck, Kiddo. Game on.

-Brad

p.s.

When I win, I am still hoping you put out tonight.

"What the actual hell?!" Lance whined.

He looked at the timer. The red numbers where at less than seven minutes.

"Shit!" He hissed.

Lance opened up the tote. Thankfully the gun was already assembled. Paintballs in the hopper ready to go.

Lance went at lightning speed to put on this protection gear. He attached a belt around his waist that had paintballs and extra co2. He placed on the masked and took one last glance at the clock.

Four minutes and ten seconds.

Lance made a run for it.

"I am going to kick his ass," Lance grunted to himself.

Lance made his way south towards the wooded area. Since Brad was a cop, he had the advantage of having good aim with a gun, at least hypothetically. Brad also had the upper hand with knowing the land.

Lance had a couple bonuses himself, however. He knew that he could run faster than the cop. He proved that when they had played their one-on-one game of basketball.

The second surprise was that Brad didn't know that Lance used to play paintball all the time. Sure it had been awhile, but paintball was one sport that he could play.

Lance kept a steady pace as he ran towards the woods. By the time he reached the tree line, he knew time had to be up. Brad would be on the move.

"I swear I will bite his dick off," Lance said to himself in annoyance.

Lance made to move deeper into the woods. The land seemed to be rather leveled, which made it easier to move across the area, but left him really nowhere to run.

snap

Shit, Lance thought. That was a branch snapping. It could be an animal or it could be his date hunting him.

The sound came from his right. Lance maneuvered to hide his body behind one of the thicker trees in the woods. He peaked around the barked shield to see what could have produced the sound.

Sure enough, there in all five foot-ten inches, was his date. He was moving west, the opposite direction that Lance was in. Lance kept his guard up. He had to have heard the teen when he was running, right?

However, Brad showed no indication that he was aware that Lance was behind him. The older man was slowly surveying the land in his view.

"Awesome." Lance whispered with a smirk. He aimed his gun and removed the safety.

"Your punishment for being an ass, you ask? You get shot in the ass." Lance chuckled to himself.

"I can't believe you shot me in the ass!" Brad complained.

"That is what you get! Besides, there was nothing in your rules about ass shooting. I recall only no dick shots." The runner said with a loud laugh.

"Fair point... but you weren't supposed to be that good," The pouty cop crossed his arms. He was seated on the couch after their little game.

"I used to play all the time."

"You said you were good at tennis!" Brad accused.

"I am. I am also good at paintball, track, swimming, and jiu-jitsu."

"You're good at jiu-jitsu?" Brad questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Sure am!"

"Remind me not to piss you off."

"Your ass should have already alerted you that pissing me off is a bad idea," Lance smirked.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright shorty, on to the next part."

"There is more?"

"Sure is!" Brad beamed with a smile.

"Are you sure that your ass can handle it?"

"Oh, you wait and see, short stuff! Do you have your trunks underneath like I asked?" Brad asked with a huff.

As the older man got up, Lance followed him and said, "you do realize that I am taller than you, right? And yes I do.

"Perfect!" The older man cheered.

When Brad and Lance had returned from their twenty-minute game of paintball, they had removed their body armor and left it on the front deck. They had then changed into less sweat-soaked clothing. Even though they only played for less than thirty minutes, they had done quite a bit of running around.

Before Lance had changed, Brad had requested that he put on swim trunks. Lance had explained that he wasn't aware that he needed a pair of trunks. To that, Brad had presented a pair of white trunks in the teen's size. How did he know what size to buy?

Regardless of the details, Lance had obliged and put the trunks on underneath his cargo shorts while Brad himself changed his outfit.

Once changed, Brad had given him a tour of the cabin.

Lance had been correct when he thought the cabin was three bedrooms. There were also two bathrooms and a very homey kitchen. There was a finished basement set up like a guest house that was equally as cozy.

The pair made the short distance from the couch to the back patio door. Brad opened the door for Lance. Once Lance stepped through the doorway, he saw an inviting hot tub.

"Very nice. Are you going to soak your sore ass for a bit?" Lance mouthed off.

"You brat! Get in," The cop chuckled. Brad removed his t-shirt, revealing his extremely furry chest and abdomen. Lance took the chance to check him out. It was evident the man worked out regularly. Lance's groin started to reflect on what his eyes were enjoying. He broke his gaze to removed his shorts and t-shirt himself.

Lance used the steps to hop in. Before Brad joined him, he walked around the hot tub to pick something up from the ground. Lance was attempting to peer over the hot tub to see what Brad was doing. The older man rose and placed a wooden board across the center of the hot tub.

"What are you doing? Lance questioned.

"Get ready for round two, Lan." He placed two small looking cases on the end of the wooden board. He then bent down to pick something else up.

Brad got in the hot tub himself, smiling like a mad fool. He sat on the opposite side of Lance and passed him a bottle.

"Corona for me, sparkling cider for you,"

Lance rolled his eyes, "How sweet."

"Go ahead an open the case," Brad said excitedly, passing him one of the black cases.

Lance cautiously opened the case. It was Battleship.

"No way!" Lance laughed.

"Battle ship in the hot tub!" Brad laughed with Lance, "Now, get your ships ready!"

The two played several intense rounds of battle ship. The first round Brad annihilated Lance. Lance didn't manage to destroy a single ship.

When the second round started, Lance came back strong. He took out Brad's Destroyer, Submarine, and Cruiser within twelve turns. During that same round, Brad was only able to locate Lance's Carrier, but he wasn't even able to destroy it before Lance found the older man's Battleship. By the time Brad located a second ship, Lance was finishing off the older man's Cruiser.

The last round was intense. Lance started by finding and destroying Brad's Destroyer while Brad was busy blasting Lance's Submarine to Hell. Brad then hunted Lance's tiny Destroyer while in return the teen sunk Brad's Battleship. They both located one another's Cruisers in the same turn, then spending the next several turns destroying the four pegged ship.

The next ship Lance located was Brad's Submarine. When the runner finished of the diving ship, Brad found had just discovered the teen's Battleship.

Only the Cruisers remained. While Brad was finishing off the Battleship, Lance was guessing what Brad thought to be random areas in attempts to locate the large ship.

"Feeling lucky?" The cop asked.

"I like my odds," Lance said with a smirk.

"Wanna make a bet?" Brad questioned with a wrinkled brow.

Brad sure liked making bets.

"I am going to start thinking you have a gambling problem with all these bets you like making."

"I find bet making interesting," Brad said with an arrogant smirk.

"The bet is?"

"If I win, you put out," The older man said nonchalantly.

This made Lance laugh loudly.

"Okay, but if I win, if I decide to put out, I get a massage. A nice twenty minute one with lotion and candles and you have to dedicate at least five minutes of that to rubbing my feet."

"You are so on!" Brad smiled wickedly. He extended his hand and they two men shook upon it.

"Your turn," Lance stated with a nod of his head.

Brad took one final swig of his Corona and placed the empty bottle off to the side.

"D-three," The man said calmly.

Lance's smile fell immediately.

"It's a hit, isn't it," It wasn't a question. Brad knew where the Cruiser was, in a general sense. The cop noticed that from the first and second game that Lance had placed the Cruiser in the D row. He had a hunch the teen would do it again.

"You jerk! You knew where it was before you made that bet! You hustler!" Lance glared.

"Guess who is getting lucky tonight?!" Brad chuckled and wagged his eyebrows.

Lance faced him off with a deadpan expression. The teen took in a deep breath and released it slowly. In a monotone voice Lance said, "A-ten."

It was Brad's turn to have his smile fall hard from his face.

"The fuck?!" The cop exclaimed.

"You also like putting the Cruiser in a certain spot I see," Lance smirked.

Brad had to take a moment to think.

"Well shit," The officer mumbled.

He recalled from the first and second game he had put the Cruiser in A row. Now he felt stupid for such an error.

"D-two," The older man said.

"Missed me. A-nine," Lance chirped.

"Hit. C-three."

"Nice try. A-eight"

"Hits again. D-four," Brad grumbled. He knew he was going to be sunk before he came close to sinking Lance's ship.

"Uh-uh. A-seven."

"At least I can take one more hit off of you. E-three!" Brad announced proudly.

"Oh...not quite. Sorry friend. A-six. And that sinks your Cruiser, so I am going to put this little ol' red peg on top here..." Lance placed the red peg onto of the game board, indicating that all five of Brad's ships had been sunk.

"The fuck! No way!" Brad cried out.

"I look forward to that back and foot rub," The teen said with a smug smile.

Brad reached over and turned the teen's game board to face him. There was no way he missed four times. There was no way.

When Brad looked at Lance's ships, sure enough...his Cruiser was in none of the spots. The brat had placed the Cruiser at a diagonal position. The ship resided in D-three, E-four, G-five, H-six, and I-seven.

"You cheating little shit!" Brad said with an accusatory voice. He moved over to his date and started tickling him, which caused Lance to thrash around in the water.

"No!" Lance called out in vain.

"You cheating pumpkin eater! Who hustled who?!"

The onslaught of tickles continued.

"I'm sorry!" Lance yelled out trying to regain his breath.

"You will be!" The cop muttered.

He eased up on his assault but kept his hands on the younger man's sides.

"You're lucky you're hot." Brad muttered.

Lance's breathe regulated to normal but it was short lived. When he looked up into Brad's light brown eyes, he felt his heart jump and his breathe start to pick up again. The teen gave a small smile which Brad returned.

Brad's smile fell slightly before he leaned in slowly. He was giving Lance a chance to pull away or stop him, but Lance didn't want to. Instead, he closed the gap between them.

When their lips met, it felt like Lance's lips where on fire from the contact. Brad let out a deep breath through his nose and moaned into the kiss. The younger man reached to place a hand on the other's neck.

Brad licked the runner's lips which Lance responded to by parting his lips, letting Brad explore.

Brad gripped the side of Lance's hip with more pressure as the two kissed. All too soon, Brad pulled away trying to catch his breath from the brief kiss. Lance slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by Brad's beautiful dilated eyes.

"Do you want to take this inside?" Brad asked nodding to the house.

"Yes please," Lance responded.

The two quickly existed the hot tub. Lance grabbed a towel and tossed one to Brad once he turned the machine off.

Once inside, Brad hesitated a moment. Lance looked over to him with a curious expression.

"If you're hungry, there is dinner. We c-" Brad was cut off by Lance kissing him again.

Lance spoke when he pulled away from the brief kiss.

"Food later. Bed now,"

Brad smiled wide at his younger companion. He took a hold of his wrist and led them to the bedroom.

Once they entered, Brad didn't bother closing the door. They let their damp towels drop to the floor.

"Just to clarify, we are having sex, right?" Brad asked with a serious tone.

"Yes. Unless you're too nervous," Lance replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, that's how we are going to play? Bring it!" Brad laughed and playfully tackled Lance down onto the bed. They chuckled and started off with slow kisses again.

Lance placed a hand on the furry man's chest while Brad's hands explored the younger's body.

It was like making out with Chewbacca or Beast from the X-men. The thought made Lance produced a chuckle. Brad pulled back in response.

"What?" He breathed out with a smile.

"I was just thinking," Lance stated. He was rubbing his hand all over the thick fur that covered the man's chest, "It feels like I am making out with the Beast from X-men. Granted a much sexier Beast."

"That isn't the only thing that is beast-like." Brad grabbed his hand and brought it down to his groin. The older placed the teen's hand on his cock, making him grip the heavy member.

"Goddamn, how thick is this thing?!" Lance gasped.

He remembered it seemed impossibly thick from the night Brad stayed over at his house.

"It is average in length. Six and a half inches, but this meat is pretty thick. The circumference is exactly seven inches and it is all yours, Lan." Brad said with a cocky smile.

"Shit, I hope you have lube," Lance had never accommodated a man of that girth before.

"Of course, dork. But first there is something I have been dying to do to you since that one drunken night I had."

"And what is that?" Lance asked with curiosity.

Brad smirked and moved his body downward. He spread the teen's legs apart. He placed his hands on each asscheek and spread the bubble-shaped flesh. Brad gazed at the hairless hole before him.

"Fuck...look at that." Brad huskily muttered.

Lance was watching the older man, as he studied a very private area on the teen. He felt himself blush. It was kind of awkward having a guy just stare at his butthole.

When Brad was done inspecting his hole, he dove his head in and started lapping at the teen's hole.

"Fuck!" Lance gasped.

The beast-man pulled away long enough to say, "You taste so fucking great, Lance."

Then he returned his warm tongue right back into Lance's hole. Lance moaned as he felt the tongue work its magic. When Lance looked down he had to admit the scene before him was hot.

Here he was, legs spread wide. He literally had a sexy beast eating him out with such enthusiasm. Lance couldn't help but curl his toes when he felt a tongue dart inside of him.

He didn't get rimmed often, but when he did, he savored it. Being rimmed was probably one of Lance's favorite bedroom activities.

Brad left the tiny hole and brought his attention to Lance's dick. He engulfed the gland, swirling his tongue on the head.

"Yes!" Lance hissed.

Brad released the member from his mouth and gave his balls a quick lick before returning to his main target. Lance could feel spit dripping down his crack but was the furthest thing from being grossed out. It was the exact opposite. Lance could not believe this hot cop was lapping away at his entrance.

Lance moaned out when Brad flicked his tongue around the outside of his chute.

"Fuck me." Lance grunted out.

"I'm going to stud, don't you worry." Brad stated firmly. "Reach over to the night stand and pass me the lube, please." The beast asked.

Lance reached over to pull out the tube. When he had it he passed it to Brad.

The older man applied some to his fingers and brought his middle finger to the pink hole. He rubbed a few quick circles before shoving the digit in.

"Yes." The teen said quietly.

Brad made quick work of preparing the hot hole for a fucking. When he stuck a second finger in alongside the first, he brought his mouth back to Lance's cock.

He sucked slowly while working his fingers in and out. He twisted them around inside and rubbed Lance's pleasure button. He gave it a few jabs which made Lance moan out. Brad felt the teen's cock twitch in his mouth when his fingers pressed into the sensitive gland.

"Does that fucker Dalton suck your cock?" Brad questioned when he pulled off Lance's cock.

Lance looked him in the eye when he answered.

"No. He never has. Now let's forget about him."

Brad smiled and went back to sucking the teen's cock. Lance leaned his head back enjoying the blowjob.

"You ready to fuck?" Brad asked after several minutes of sucking.

"Sure am." Lance smirked.

Brad smiled and hoped off the bed. He went to the night stand to fetch a condom. When Lance looked at the packaging, it was unlike anything he had every scene before. It was at least twice the size of a regular condom package.

"Is...is that a condom?"

"Regular condoms...even magnums do not fit me well. Using female condoms actually work best considering my girth. The best part is female condoms can be used for anal sex." Brad explained as he opened up the condom.

The condom was defiantly larger than regular condoms. Lance saw that there were two rings on the condom. There was one at the top and one at the end of the condom.

"How will you even get that in me?" The teen questioned.

"You'll see." The Beast smiled at him, opening the condom package.

Brad poured a bit more lube on the teen's hole. He used his index finger to spread it around and then pushed it inside of Lance, making the teen moan.

When he withdrew his digit, he brought the large condom to Lance's entrance. He maneuvered the ring rather easily and pushed it inside of the runner. He continued to push until Lance felt the outer ring against his ass cheeks.

It didn't hurt, it just felt weird...different.

Brad placed himself in the kneeling position. He placed Lance's legs on his shoulders. The man then leaned forward, pushing Lance's legs forward with him. Lance felt like he was being bent in half.

"Ready?" Lance asked with a smirk.

"Hey, that's my line!" Brad teased.

The Beast leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Lance's lips.

"You are so awesome." Brad breathed out.

"Don't forget it. Now fuck me." Lance demanded.

"Yes daddy," Brad replied with a goofy smile, which made Lance chuckle.

Brad leaned down to meet his lips again. Lance felt the blunt head at his entrance. He could feel the heat radiating from the flesh.

Brad pushed forward and the head was met with some resistance. Despite being rimmed, fingered and lubed, it was still going to be a tight fit.

When the head popped in Lance grunted while Brad moaned.

The cop waited only a moment before continuing his dive in. He went at a moderate pace, going right in. He didn't stop until his balls were pressed against a pair of asscheeks.

"Fuck, holy fuck!" Lance whined. "Fuuuck!"

Brad's pole was pressing hard against the teen's prostate. Lance could feel the pulse from the heavy member.

"Just like ripping off a Band-Aid." Brad whispered in his ear.

Lance couldn't take it. He felt too full. He whimpered and the thick cock rested in him. Lance's prostate and ass having never experienced such a full sensation. Dalton may have length, but this girth was unreal. The pressure built up too quickly and he felt his prostate and balls spaz.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuuuuck!" Lance whined out his curses. His body shivered as his dick released spurts of cum.

Lance had a grip of the cop's hair and was gripping it roughly. His other hand had Brad's bicep in a death grip. Lance's cock sprayed all over his stomach. Some spurts also managed to hit Brad's stomach. The cum clinging and dripping from his abdominal hair.

"Shit, really?" Brad looked down to see with his own eyes. He couldn't believe the teen was cumming already.

"Shit, I've never had anyone cum from the initial penetration before. That is fucking hot!" Brad cooed. He brought his face to the teen's neck to give it a few licks.

"Oh my god!" Lance moaned. His body was still jerking from post-orgasm. Brad chuckled as he used his discarded shirt to wipe up Lance's stomach. Once cleared, he tossed it aside.

Brad was just resting his cock inside Lance's quivering hole as the teen's body started to calm down from the orgasm. Even though Lance had came, his dick was still rock hard and showed no signs of going soft.

"Do you need me to stop?" Brad questioned.

"Hell no!" Lance panted. "Fuck me." He begged.

"Yes, Daddy," Brad complied by pulling out slightly then shoving back in.

"Fuck." Lance breathed out.

The teen opened his eyes and saw Brad smiling down at him. Brad leaned down to lock his lips with the teen.

Lance parted his lips allowing access for Brad's tongue.

Brad accepted the invitation and picked up where he left off from earlier, exploring Lance's mouth.

He pulled his thick cock out more this time and drove it back in, making Lance grunt into his mouth. The older man kept withdrawing and pushing back in. When Brad would pull out, Lance's prostate felt like it was being pulled out alongside the meaty cock. As Brad would slide back in, the head placed so much pressure on the small internal gland. The sensation sending waves of pleasure to the teen's balls and cock. With each thrust, Lance would groan into the older man's mouth.

"Mmm!" Lance moaned into the cops mouth again. "Mmm!"

Brad kept his lips locked onto the teen's. He was breathing heavily through his nose as their tongues wrestled with one another.

Brad felt the teen grip his arms tightly. Lance started to grunt and moan louder into the older man's mouth. Then the cop felt it. Lance's hole was spazzing again, contracting tightly around his erection. Lance was cumming again.

Brad pulled off the younger's lips.

"Fuck!" The teen moaned out.

Brad smiled widely at the younger man. He was feeling pretty proud that he made his young buck cum twice in less than ten minutes.

The cop did not let up on his thrusting. No, instead he was thrusting harder. Making sure his fat cock head bashed into the teen's prostate as he came.

"Oh god!" The teen cried out.

"Yeah, daddy!" Brad encouraged, "Cum for me."

Lance squirmed as Brad kept thrusting into him.

"Fuck me!" Lance called out.

Without losing his rhythm, Brad again used his shirt to wipe off Lance's cum from his stomach.

"Damn, this thing is going to be drenched in spoog e." Brad laughed tossing it to the side again.

The cop removed his cock and made to sit up, but before he could Lance moved his hand to the older man's shoulder.

"No! Why are you stopping?" The teen asked.

"I'm not," Brad chuckled, "I am changing positions. I promise I am not done."

He leaned and gave Lance a quick peck.

Brad sat up and removed Lance's legs from his shoulders.

"Move here," He said, shifting the teen.

Lance was placed to lay on his right side. The cop then took the Lance's leg and pressed it against him and then straddled the other leg, so that he was closer to the hot hole. The cop had positioned them into the leg glider position.

Brad reached over to the night stand to grab the bottle of lube.

He popped it open and applied a generous amount to his cock.

"Ready?" Brad questioned raising an eyebrow.

Lance didn't trust his voice so ne nodded.

"Say it." Brad demanded.

"Fuck me." Lance croaked out.

"Does daddy want my cock to pound him?" Brad taunted.

"Fuck daddy!" Lance moaned out.

Even though Lance was younger than the cop, he kind of liked Brad calling him daddy. Referring to himself as daddy felt a little weird but he didn't have much time to give it much thought when he felt Brad ram his cock back in him.

Brad smiled as he drove his cock in to the hilt. The thick member being encased by the condom that was inside of Lance.

"Fuck!" The teen cried out.

Brad held onto the leg resting on his chest firmly.

The older man went off like a rocket. He would pull out halfway before slamming back into Lance's heat. Brad's cock, being so thick, turned the teen's prostate easily into moosh as he banged away, The pleasure Lance was in was just like centrifugal motion. It felt so unreal how good he felt, unlike anything that his past partners were able to do for him. Not even Dalton managed to make him feel this blissful.

"Brad!" Lance hollered out. He was on the brink of orgasm yet again.

"Do it!" Brad grunted, ramming his cock in and out.

"Uh!" The teen moaned and sprayed himself again. This orgasm did not have nearly as much as the first two, but it wasn't any less intense. This time, Brad could not withstand Lance's hole contracting around him.

"Shit!" He growled out.

Brad pushed in as deep as he could go Lance felt the man's hairy balls against him. He could feel the cock unloading into the condom. Brad's cock pulsating hard.

Lance looked the beast of a man over as he panted and grunted. He was glistening with sweat. His chest hair was matted down from the sweat that he was producing. His bangs were glued down to his forehead. In Lance's personal experience, usually guys that had nice dicks were either assholes or only cared about their own orgasm, but damn. That was not the case with Brad.

"Damn boy!" He moaned out.

Brad withdrew from the condom protected hole with a slurp sound.

"Hold it in." Brad instructed.

Lance contracted his ass as tight as he could, but it felt like it was wide open.

Brad made quick work of twisting the condom to prevent cum spills. He pulled gently, but firmly on the condom. Working it until it was out of Lance. He tossed it into the waste near the night stand with ease.

The cop picked up the cum soaked shirt again and wiped Lance's ass and his sides free of any baby batter. Lastly, he wiped himself clean from the lube and cum. He tossed the damp spermy shirt to the floor.

He turned his head slowly to look at the teen laying contently on the bed.

"Fuck you're awesome." He breathed out with a toothy smile.

"You're fucking awesome." The runner chuckled.

Brad collapsed right onto Lance with a grunt. He rolled off and laid next to the teen, but left an arm draped across him.

The two sweaty men laid there letting their breathing return to normal.

Lance closed his eyes while he enjoyed the feeling of the light embrace.

"So...will you go out on a second date with me?" Brad asked.

Lance chuckled, "Hell yes."

It was Brad's turn to chuckle.

"Remember when you were playing hard to get and you said you wouldn't put out?"

Brad teased.

"Shut up," Lance laughed.

"I'm not complaining, I'm just saying, I knew you'd put out for me. You can't resist this."

Lance shook his head, but smiled. He leaned over to peck Brad's lips.

"I think you're right."

The two smiled at one another.

"You still owe me a back rub. You're not getting out of that." The teen smiled, closing his eyes.

Brad moaned in complaint and pulled the teen closer to him.

"Fiiiine." Brad whined.

"Good boy." The teen said with a pleased look.

"Thanks daddy." Brad said sleepily.

Author's Note

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