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This story contains homosexual sex and derogatory language.
The lean lanky punk had the nerve to lay on the couch looking up at the very irritated police commissioner. Kyle's wicked grin only made Mac more angry. Kyle had his hands behind his head. His tall body stretched the full length of the couch in Mac's living room. His faded jeans covered his legs and gave away the outline of his impressive tool. He shot a "what now" expression over to Mac who moved closer to him.
Mac wore a black cotton shirt over his massive chest while his own dark blue jeans clung to his firm thighs and well rounded ass.
"I saw you with her last night. I could've killed you for what you did. It took everything in me not to throttle you on the spot. How could you?"
"Come on, Mac. You know we've been screwing forever now. Ever since we were filmed on the net with me taking cherry, she can't get enough. That's why she can forgive me anything. She can't get enough of it. Whenever we drive down the street, she plays with it in the daytime and drains it dry at night. We do it here, the hospital, Kelley's. She loves fresh cum in her ass."
"Shut up!" Mac drew back his fist to hit the young man. Their eyes were locked until Mac's gaze went down the length of the boy's body. He stared at the growing bulge. How could this punk be getting hard off of this moment. And why was Mac breathing quicker and his heart racing? And damn if the kid wasn't picking up on it too!
"Shut me up, Mac. You're the big bad cop who watched his little girl getting laid last night. Did you see the whole thing? You like the way I shove my fingers up her ass or the way I handled her tits. She was so scared you'd see, but I wasn't. I even thought I saw you hiding and watching when I flip her over on all fours and made her take it like a dog. You liked that, didn't you?" Kyle laughed at the lust overcoming Mac's anger.
Mac grabbed Kyle by the throat. He loosened his grip running his hand down Kyle's chest. His hand stopped over the denim covering the long rod. "What did you do to her that she begs for it? What did you do to her?"
"Oh, you know how girls are. Maxie said she grew up listening to you kill her Mom with that beer can cock of yours. She said you had her hollering and screaming whenever she'd let you fuck her. Yeah, I know she sucked you more than anything else. She could barely take it. Maxie said she always heard her begging you to slow down or stop or take it out. And she peeked in on her Mom sucking down on our log until you would spew all over her face and breasts."
Kyle put his hand on top of Mac's hand making Mac rub on the impressive bulge. Mac's mind raced with thoughts of all the people who'd ever squirmed underneath him. He loved the pleasure pained look on their faces, the way they moaned, begged for him to not pound them too hard, or dug their nails into his back. He always wanted to know...
"What does it feel like? You want to know how it feels to sit down with your ass sore from a good fuck? That's why you hate me. You knew the minute you met me Maxie was hooked on my dick. And you wanted to know what it felt like." Kyle let his hand brush across makes straining monster as he reached between Mac's legs and cup the broad man's very curved ass. Mac clenched and released his butt as Kyle open hand cradle his ass. It had been so long since he let someone touch him like this. Hell, Taggert had been gone for months now.
"Your ass is really hungry, Sir." Kyle grinned.
Mac undid his belt buckle and jeans. He pulled Kyle face up and pushed his six inch cock into the boy's mouth. Caught off guard, Kyle gagged quite a bit. He protested a little even slapping at Mac's ass before he starting getting use to the rough face fucking.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, boy. This'll shut you up. Won't it?" Mac looked down to see Kyle's eyes water and his face turn beat red. "Huh? Oh, you can't talk with your mouth full, can you? Need some air?" Mac freed his dick from Kyle's mouth.
"I could get used to that." Kyle caught his breath, and then he undid his own jeans letting loose his rock hard five inch round, nine inch long dick. The young man got up and kissed Mac hard. Mac became weak as Kyle pushed Mac bending him sideways over the arms of an easy chair. He pulled Mac's pants down.
Mac could hear the kid spitting on his hands lubing up his pole. The sounds make Mac remember the sight of his little girl going to town giving the boy head last night. When Kyle positioned his cockhead at Mac's entrance, he thought of the way he heard how the teen silenced her screams into one of the couch pillows. Mac let out a yelp as Kyle rammed every bit of his cock inside his ass. The kid was not an overly sensitive guy. Mac's log was pushed repeatedly into a pillow on the easy chair as Kyle began to wear him out. He felt Kyle's fingers running through his hair and then let out a small cry as the young punk pulled hard on his hair yanking his head back.
"Fucking stallion!"
"Yeah, now you know what it feels like. You're gonna want it all the time. And I'll be here to fill you up day and night."
"Please don't tell anybody."
"Our little secret. You don't have to treat me any different. When I look into your eyes, I'll always see you begging for the next nut." Kyle started fucking in a circular motion for a while and then he got a pattern of two quick jabs followed by a hard long pump. "That how we'll do it?"
"Yes! Kyle, yes!!!"
"Who's the man now, Mac?"
"You are, Stallion. You slide that cock into my ass like you own it."
"You like it!" Kyle slammed as hard as he could into Mac hosing down the inside of the Irishman's ass. Impaled on Kyle's pole, Mac trembled and squirmed as much as he could while coating the seat beneath him with spurts of cream.
The scene was an eye scorcher from what Lucky Spencer saw from the window. He wasn't sure if he should knock or walk away, but somebody was going to have to help him with the boner he now had. Who in Port Charles was free?
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