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"Hey man, did you want to go to that party again? I've been horny all day." Jeff asks when I see him on my way home. It's been about a week since we had been to see Officer Faggot.
I smile, pointing at my pants. "I was thinking the same thing. Should we grab Peter and Kent you think?"
"I think they're busy tonight. Peter's had that thing all week and Kent has class."
"Sucks for them. Come on, it's already getting late, we don't want to miss him."
We hop in the car and drive down the dark, back road. Based on last time, as long as we get the fag's attention we don't actually need to get pulled over. But, when we get to where his patrol car should be I don't see him. We both look at each other excited that we might catch him in the act, same as those business men did last week.
I keep driving to the motel, and sure enough, there's his car. It seemed to be in the same spot as last week. Right next to it was a second patrol car. Before having to consider the possibilities, two cops come out of the last room, pulling up their zippers. Jeff and I look at each other and smile, rushing to park a few places down.
"Looks like he serves his buddies too. It's our turn to get some sloppy seconds!" Jeff says, excitedly rushing out of the car. We make our way over to the door and try it. The door freely swings open at my touch. We let ourselves in and find the faggot on the bed. It turns out, we're not just getting sloppy seconds.
"Jeff, it looks like he's been here all fucking week." On the bed, the faggot is covered head to toe in cum and piss. His mouth is held open by a gag and his arms are handcuffed behind him, just as we'd left him. His hair is matted down with sweat and all kinds of other fluids. Most importantly, he has a billy club hanging out of his gaping hole. Around it, cum was leaking out, joining a puddle under him. Much of it was dry but plenty of it was fresh.
"Man, what the fuck happened to this guy? Is he ok?" Jeff walks over to check on him. He didn't bother hiding the tent growing in his pants.
"He's fine. This fag loves it." I hear a voice behind me. "Some guys in suits paid for the room for the week and said to be sure I fed and watered it. They also paid me a bit extra to make sure the door stayed wide open. I wasn't completely sure until I checked on him when they left. He just begged me to cream his ass and seemed intent on following their commands."
I recognize my friend's voice. "Nick, how have you been?" I ask, turning towards him.
"Pretty good dude. I didn't expect to find you here." Nick slaps me in the back. I look down and his pants are already unzipped and his cock was hanging out.
"Yea man. When you told me about this I had to come. This is Jeff. Peter and Kent actually came with us last week too but they were busy tonight."
I can hear the fag behind me moan. Jeff is satisfied that the fag is into the situation and was pulling the club in and out of his hole. The fag is pushing back into it, mumbling through the gag. "Harder, sir."
"Peter you say? You know. He's been back every fucking night this week. Just making out with the fag. I'm surprised he hasn't ripped his nipples off yet with how much he plays with them. Never fucks him though."
"If Peter won't, I fucking will" Jeff says behind me. He pulls out the billy club and sets himself up to slide in. Even with his hands bound, the fag manages to get into a good position with him. Jeff grabs his thick waist and his cock slides in with no effort at all. I can almost hear the squish of the gallons of cum that must be filling the faggot after a week of open season.
"Thank you sir. Fill my faggot cunt." The fag begs.
"Have you fucked him, Nick?" I ask, pulling my own cock out.
"Obviously. I was about to when you arrived. It's his feeding time." He waves a granola bar at me.
"Harder. Fuck my cunt, sir." I hear in the background as Jeff starts going to town on the faggot's sloppy hole.
"It looks like he's been real busy all week." I grin at the sounds filling the room.
"I'll let the fag tell you how its been." Nick says, walking over to the men on the bed with me.
"Good idea." I say, pulling the gag off of his face so he can talk more clearly. "What have you been up to Officer Faggot?"
"Hell yea. Tell us all about the cum I'm fucking out of you." I hadn't realized that the cum coating Jeff wasn't his own.
"Plenty, sir. Every day, trucker after trucker has stopped by. One of them... oh god harder sir. One of them must have said something over the radio. Never seen this many take this road before." I look at Nick and he nods to corroborate the story. "The second night, a family was staying a few doors down."
"I closed the door just a smidge," Nick said laughing. "But you know how people are." The two of us leaned in to bite the fag's chest. It was sticky with sweat and cum, how could we ignore it?
"The dad must have left to grab ice and saw inside. He was tall and lanky, and his dick was long as hell to match. He dragged me into the bathroom to fuck me in private." The fag continued. "The next morning a guy your age did the same thing. I think it was his son. Oh fuck! Right there sir. Harder. Oh god!"
Jeff had sped up his fucking with that last part of the story. The slap of his balls against the fag's ass were almost louder than the fag's moans. But then he suddenly stopped. "I don't want to finish yet. Joe, you've got to fuck this cunt. It's so god damn sloppy. This is exactly what I needed tonight." I move to replace him and Jeff pulls out dragging another puddle of cum with him. "Look at those loads, Joe! Fuck!" Jeff reached into the puddle and licked his fingers.
"Please, sir. My cunt is here for all of you. Use me." The fag begs as I slip my cock in, not needing lube at all. Cunt was right. This hole was completely wrecked. We could probably all fit in together at this point.
"Yes. Fuck my holes, sirs. There's plenty of me for all of you to enjoy."
"Keep talking faggot." I say, slapping his ass.
"Sorry Joe, I need his mouth a minute if you're gonna be fucking that cunt." Nick says. He puts the granola bar he'd been holding on the nightstand. Nick stands on the bed. "Make sure to eat when these guys go. You ready to be watered, fag?"
"Yes, sir." Nick unzips his pants and aims his cock at the fag's face, his mouth already open. He lets loose a stream of piss directly onto it. Some of it hits his mouth and he swallows everything he can. Most of it hits his face and chest though, Nick not putting any effort into a consistent stream. He even laughs and turns his cock at me while I'm fucking the fag's ass.
"Dude!" I yell, swiping him away, but not stopping.
"Sorry, sorry." Nick laughs, aiming back at the faggot between us. The faggot stifles his own laugh before Nick shoves his cock deep down his throat. Nick goes just hard enough to get off. Before he can though, Jeff jumps up on the bed too.
His cock had softened a bit but not much. Without aiming in the slightest he releases his own stream of piss on the three of us! "Fuck yea! We can do this on the bed tonight?" Nick had mostly spared me, but Jeff wasn't having any of it. He shot his stream mostly on the fag, but had no qualms about including Nick and I in the splash zone. Nick had fun with it, pulling out all the way so the fag could take a sip down his throat before he fucked into his mouth again. Jeff emptied his bladder before jumping back down. "Fuck that was hot. What else do you have here?" He walks over to the fag's things and starts poking around.
Nick, no longer distracted, pumps in a few more times before finishing. He sends some of it down the fag's throat but pulls out and makes sure the fag gets plenty more fresh cum coating his face too. "He fucking loves my cock." Nick says to us.
"You love every cock, don't you fag?" I taunt, grinning, still fucking away. The fag just nods.
"Shut up!" Nick says, slapping the fag's face lightly. "Peter should be here soon too. He loves to roll around in this just as much as the fag does. Tell him I said hi." Nick climbs down off the bed getting dressed.
Jeff looks up. "Peter's coming?"
"I've got to go. Fag, tell em about Peter. Make sure you leave the door open when you leave."
"Yes, sir."
"Sure, Nick." I say. "Fag, tell us what Peter's been up to. He has been sketchy all week."
"Wait, wait. Fag, have you been fisted?" Jeff shows up next to me with a long glove in his hand.
"Yes, sir. Many times, especially this week."
"Jeff, for real?"
"Yea man, you can feel that fucking hole. I've gotta try it."
"Please sirs. Punch my fucking guts."
"I'm doing it Joe. I'm going in."
Jeff puts the glove on and makes a cone with his fingers, acting like a doctor from a horror movie, well an erotic parody of one. I pull out and we switch spots. Jeff slowly pushes his fingers inside, finding no problem getting his whole hand inside the mans loose gaping asshole. "You see this dude! Holy shit." He pushes his hand in and out getting deeper and deeper every time.
I move to the front of the man. I kiss his neck and feel his thick chest and arms. I lick Nick's load off of his face. "Never mind about Peter. I need to finish." I stand up and copy Nick, pushing my cock deep down the fag's throat. He moans onto my cock as I stick it in his mouth. He writhes under me as he tries to get my cock deeper in his mouth and Jeff's hand deeper into his hole.
I fuck his throat, holding his head in place while under him Jeff is pushing in all the way to his wrist, with a crazy grin on his face. "I'm getting close, dude" I tell my friend.
"Go for it dude, I can feel him squeeze me every time you make him gag. This hole is like a portal to another dimension."
I pump in and out of the man as Jeff works his cunt down his forearm. I hold his head down on my cock as I climax, shooting my whole load down his fag throat. When I'm fully drained I pull out and he immediately starts yelling at Jeff and pushing back as hard as he can from his position. "Yes! Yes! Punch. My. Fucking. Cunt. Sir."
Jeff is really into it and is pushing his fist in harder. He's pulling out completely before punching in deep. "Yes, sir. There, sir." The fag shudders as he fucking cums on the bed from the stimulation.
I slap the fag's face hard. "Who fucking said you could finish?" I yell at him.
"I'm sorry sir!" He says, his head down as he continues shooting his load in front of him. I lift his head and shove my fingers down his throat making him gag on them. This seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.
I just smile at him. "Good." I can't say I cared too much. It just felt like the right thing to say.
Jeff grunts as well and pulls his arm out of the hole. He got himself so riled up he also blew his load hands free. "Fuck! That was so fucking hot. Holy hell man. You've gotta try it."
"I'm ok." I'm still breathing hard from my own orgasm. I hold my hands in the air, one soaked in throat slime. "You done here?"
"Yea man, let's get out of here before Peter finds us. I want to know what happened the rest of the week, but I'm good." I slap the fag's face a few more times, leaving a trail of cum and slime across his cheek before climbing off the bed with Jeff.
We both get dressed and head home, leaving the man covered in piss and cum on the motel bed, just as we found him. I make sure to keep the door wide open. There were probably a few more days left on the room.
The next day I see Peter walking into work. He walks up and playfully punches me. "You guys fucked my boyfriend last night! He told me everything."
"Boyfriend?" Jeff and I look at each other laughing.
"Yea, he's waited up for me every night, since last week. If that's not boyfriend material. I don't know what is."
"Uh Peter... not sure how to break this to you, but that's insane." Jeff says, laughing.
Peter looks at us with a straight face, like I just kicked his dog. Then bursts out laughing. "What am I doing wrong that you thought I was serious? But seriously he's actually a good listener and a lot more fun than practicing on a pillow."
"You need help man. I'd say you need to get laid, but you've got that covered." We all laugh as we walk inside, all of us thinking about the faggot cop and what he might be up to today.
Around lunch Peter approaches me again. "Hey, the fag is cleaning up today and asked me to come see him, same time tonight. You guys want to come?"
"Uh... sure? He asked for you?"
"I must be a good kisser." He says smiling wide, showing all of his teeth.
I roll my eyes and laugh. "I'll bet. Yea, let's go."
Later that day I drive the three of us over to the motel. The fag's car is still in the same place as it's been but the door to the room is closed, although still unlocked. We walk in and the room is completely barren. The bed has no mattress and all the trash is gone, including the faggot.
Behind me, I hear a raspy voice. "Peter! Thank you for coming."
The fag is dressed in casual clothes that make every inch of him pop. He's cleaned up nicely, although you can see all the marks of his week long ordeal. His arms and chest are stretching the fabric of his black v-neck shirt, his forest of chest hair on full display. His shorts barely make it over his massive thighs. He casually lifts Peter up like he weighs nothing and kisses him on the lips.
"Greg, of course I did. I wouldn't miss your first day of freedom."
"Greg?"
"I had a long week, boys. I'm Greg for a few days but don't worry I'll be back when all this is in working order again." He grabs Jeff's hand and shoves it down his tight shorts. Jeff immediately starts fingering his loose but now clean hole and Greg makes a face.
Jeff looks at him, "Seems to be working to me." I can tell Jeff had added a few fingers as Greg's face contorts into one we recognized.
Peter punches his arm. "Greg!"
He pulls Jeff's hand out of his shorts as he returns to Earth. "I mean starting now." Jeff pouts and we all laugh at his antics.
"So, you and Peter? Are you really an item now?"
He laughs out loud. "What did you tell your friends?"
"Just that you waited for me every night and we would talk for hours and make out."
"That does sound like a date doesn't it."
"Exactly. And then I was the first person you called."
He laughs again. "We might as well head to Vegas now I guess."
"Our suits are in the trunk." Peter and him smile and laugh at each other. It actually does look really cute. "I did have a good time this week. And you are a great kisser. I just... needed somewhere to go." Peter says. "You were a.. uh... captive audience but you seemed to really listen. You obviously had no choice, but you know."
"Should we let you two love birds have a real first date?"
They both laugh. "Nah, this boy wouldn't be able to keep me down. I said I was taking a break, not quitting. I'll be back on that floor covered in cum and spit and piss in two weeks time. We should go grab dinner though. My treat, sirs." He says with a wink. "Follow me to the diner a few miles down."
We all hop in the car and follow the cop car down the road. "You okay, Peter? Do you want us to leave you two alone?"
"What? No, I'm fine. It really was fun. I'll just miss our talks though. But it's just dinner.
Jeff and I look at each other. "Of course. Just dinner."
We make it to the diner and Greg has gotten a table already. We chill for a bit before Jeff couldn't help himself. "What else happened in there?"
Greg smiles. "Honestly, its all a blur. I just get deep into fag space sometimes and beg to be locked up like that. One of the nights, a bunch of frat guys ran a train on me. That dad I mentioned came back alone a few days later." He leans in close like he was telling a secret. "His son did too." He leaned back again. "The business men came back once or twice. The usual." The three of us just stared at him being so matter of fact about the experience. It was fucking hot. But he just talked while eating a pancake as if it was a perfectly normal week.
Jeff speaks up, "we saw some cops leaving your room yesterday."
"Oh yea, all of them stop by too when I disappear for a few days. They love getting a piece of me." He says, sausage dangling out of his mouth.
"Of course," I nod to the group, grinning ear to ear. Greg just smiles at us and continues eating.
We finish our food and Greg gives me his number. "You boys will be the first to know when I'm back down and waiting." He says with a wink.
Before we get in the car, Peter grabs a tuft of his chest hair and pulls him in close for a long kiss. "I look forward to seeing you again, Greg."
He gasps for a breath when Peter let's go. "You too kid. Have a good night, boys." We all say our goodbyes and go our separate ways for the night. I can't wait for that text.
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