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It was only after Ben agreed to the deal that he found out that it wouldn’t be him doing the fucking, but it would instead be him who’d be getting his ass pounded open. Still, he couldn’t face his wife finding out and almost certainly leaving him, so he’d gritted his teeth and said he could take it. But as soon as his brother-in-law’s cock began working its way into Ben’s previously untouched asshole, Ben began to realize he’d made a big mistake, especially as Ben’s brother-in-law had turned out to be a lot more well endowed than Ben had been expecting. Ben’s brother-in-law didn’t let Ben ease into taking it either, as he’d immediately started ramming his cock in and out of Ben’s hole.

After Larry woke me up, I decided I better survey the damage caused by my oversexed husband and my drunken brother. So in a just a pair of gym shorts I stepped out into the living room where I was frontally assaulted by the combined smell of sweat, alcohol, and cum. Normally this would excite me but when it’s your own living room it has a different effect. I first opened the windows and headed to the kitchen to whip up a cleaning potion that would hopefully save still moist cushions on our couch and freshen the room so that we might be able to host again.

While I was fumbling around under the sink with various Lysol and febreeze products I heard the jeep come to life as Larry left with Jake. I fixed my cleaning elixir and grabbed a couple scrub brushes before heading in to do battle with the couch.

Three hours later I felt once again like I was in control of my house as the fresh scent of lavender once again filled my home and I couldn’t see any evidence that my husband had defiled my willing brother on our still usable couch. As I sat down and took a well earned rest, I heard the jeep pull back into our drive.

When Larry came sauntering in with a devil may care grin on his face I knew he had been up to more shenanigans. His unruly clothes were the first clue but the biggest indicator was the worn red ball cap which was on his head now. He didn’t have one before he left. In fact he used to make fun of them referring to them as MAGAT caps.

I coyly asked if Jake had any issues getting his truck at Mom and Dad’s?

Larry just stretched his arms and replied that my brother was fishing in his pants before we reached the end of the block. Mike Reynolds got an eyeful of your brother going down on me and you should’ve seen the look on his face!! He was wishing he was me, I can tell you that! Ended up doing a slow drive around the back streets admiring the well trimmed lawns as your brother fought tooth and nail to swallow every inch of my pecker. When we got to Smithdale Park, I drove to the back side where the drug deals reportedly go on and parked. It was fucking dead in there and I just let your brother go nuts. He’s actually very good at deep throating; you could learn a few pointers from him, babe!

I let him suck me for a bit because it just felt so good and the mind thing knowing how much he wanted my dick just made it all the hotter. He pulled off at one point and said screw it, I need fucked again. Then he stripped off his pants and squared his ass over my crotch before guiding my spit slicked pole into his quivering hole. As he slid down over my cock, he let a low moan signalling he was enjoying being stuffed by my shaft. I just groaned in agreement as the little slut took my eight inches repeatedly in my front seat.

It was good that the park was so sparsely populated today as he would’ve drawn a crowd with the show he was giving. He rode me slow and steady, then changed it up to a fast and furious pace only to angle his body to his window where he resembled a dog trying to enjoy the breeze. I fucked him like a dutiful brother-in-law and after a good pounding I gripped his window ledge as well as I unloaded up his ass for the second time today.

As I fucked his backside I couldn’t help but notice the few park visitors who were milling about in the shadows. I figured they were there for something discreet as well and ignored them, but once we finished with my load slowly dripping out of your brother’s ass, the amusing look on the faces became my new obsession.

Most were high as fuck and probably wanted to ask me if I had any drugs they could have but I kind of give off a don’t fuck with me vibe. As I collected myself, I suddenly heard Jake take a deep breath and mutter the word shit. I looked at him and he just said that the guy walking by the restroom over there looks a hell of a lot like Dad.

I looked at the guy he was talking about. Skinny fellow with a long sleeve black shirt with jeans and one of those ugly ass red ball caps. Couldn’t really see his face but he was looking around kind off sketchy like and watching a couple rough looking guys who were smoking at a picnic table. They would look at him and snicker.

I told Jake that I wasn’t sure but whoever it is, he’s just another slut looking for some serious rough sex, judging by those guys he’s cruising. Jake looked the guys over and agreed. I kept an eye on the action as I had your brother put my deflated cock back into its home. He kissed it once more before zipping my fly up and I caught movement over by the restroom. One of the bad boys decided to stand up, showing off his tough boy leather gear. Definitely a poser. Then he looked at the lurker and headed inside the restroom. Well well, this could be interesting,

As he passed Mr. Redcap, I saw the profile for the first time and I recognized that face. Jake was right, it was your old man. Well now, I wasn’t about to miss out on this action!

I let the punk enter then your Dad follow him in like a puppy. A puppy that was about to be fucked.

After a couple minutes I exited my jeep and gave your brother explicit orders to sit still and watch my vehicle. Then I made a path for the occupied bathroom. As I entered I could hear sputtering from someone who was getting his mouth fucked, and fucked rather forcefully from the sound of it. I grinned as I stepped around the entrance wall and saw the little tough boy just slamming his cock in and out of your Dad’s face.

He looked up in surprise and smiled when he saw me grinning and opening my fly. He held your dad’s as he power fucked his throat, trying to impress me with his skills. He mages to maintain his tempo and keep a lit cigarette balanced between his clenched teeth as his hips fucked out a fierce rhythm into your dad’s mouth. Quite frankly I would never have thought your dad was that fucking submissive, but here was the proof. And this piss ant was using him like he was left out by the side of the road.

I reached down and ran my hands along your dad’s backside, feeling up his ass. Yes, you definitely got your ass from him. I slid my hand into his jeans and forced my slender fingers into his crack. It was slick with sweat and I planned on using it to my advantage. As the punk got more excited watching me taking things to a higher level, I reached around your dad’s body and began undoing his jeans as he knelt on the dirty bathroom floor. The other guy kept his head attached to his dong which in all fairness was a fairly long piece, just kind of slender. This seemed to work to his advantage because he was able to slide it all the way inside your dad’s mouth repeatedly like your dad’s throat was made specifically to hold his entire cock.

As I started sliding your old man’s pants over his ass, I put my mouth up to his ear and said that his ass was even nicer than his son’s. I felt him tense up beneath me as he lifted his head to finally take a good look at me. He broke fred of the stronghold on his head and turned to look at me as my cock head pierced his hole presented in royal form.

I grunted as I slid inside him and he groaned back in reply. The look in his eyes spoke his embarrassment and need at the same time. I gripped his hips as I drove into his backend for a full on assault. The young punk grasped his head and put it back onto his angry looking erection as he neared his climax.

Ain’t gonna lie, I was barely holding on at this point as I was more mindful fucked than anything else. It was all I could do to last more than a minute or two before I was erupting in your dad’s ass like a virgin getting his wick dipped for the first time.

The punk sensed the dynamics and grunted aloud that he was fucking coming. Then grabbed your dad’s head as the cigarette flipped off onto the floor as he unloaded down your dad’s gurgling throat. I could feel your dad’s asshole gripping my pole tightly in spasms as he shot his load onto the dirty floor which caused me to just shoot my load up his warm soft asshole. It felt so perfect like it was meant to be there. In the interim excitement, your dad’s laughable disguise was disrupted as his hat was knocked off his head by the fast pounding the punk gave his mouth.

I reached down and picked up the cap. I smiled as I looked at it and was about to give it back to him but at the last second I decided to keep it. I grinned as I slipped it on and as I pulled out, I stood and turned your dad’s head so that he could finally see the cock that had just bred his hole. He saw my amazing pecker and his eyes were locked on it in awe. I told him that it needed cleaning before I put it away. He just muttered a weak “yes, Sir” before stretching his neck over and running his tongue over its surface. As he finished I told him he was better than his son at that and then walked out.

When I got back to the jeep wearing the cap, Jake knew I had fucked your dad. He just stared at it as he said one word. Awesome.

As I pulled out of the parking spot I saw your dad standing at the bathroom door with a surprised look on his face as he saw Jake sitting beside me in the jeep. He was then trying to figure out which son I was referring to then. I drove over to the strip and grabbed us some breakfast before driving Jake over to your folks house to fetch his truck. It was fun watching your mom looking at my cap and then at your dad’s bare head like she was putting things together, but nothing was spoken out loud.

Ben could have dominated his bully, Adam.

His phone sat heavy against his thigh in his pocket. Just one tap, one flash of the deep-web frequency that had glazed Adam's eyes over a month ago, and he could have made the wrestling captain be the one to drop to his knees instead.

Ben let his palms rest flat against the cold, damp grit of the bathroom tile as a heavy hand cracked across his jaw.

The sting flared hot, snapping his head to the side and making his vision swim. He didn't reach for his pocket. He just shifted his knees wider.

"Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you," Adam snarled.

"Sorry," Ben whispered. He tilted his chin up, his eyes watering from the slap, completely vulnerable. "I'm looking."

Thick fingers fisted into Ben's hair, yanking his scalp backward until his neck locked. Adam’s broad chest was heaving, the cramped stall suffocatingly thick with the sharp smell of cheap locker-room deodorant and heavy, musky sweat.

"You think you're so smart?" Adam growled, his voice dripping with the exact same arrogant disgust he used in the hallways. "You think you're better than me? You're nothing. Just a fucking toilet for me to use."

Adam snapped his hips forward.

The invasion was blunt, snapping Ben's jaw wider than it wanted to go. Ben gagged, a sharp whine tearing from his nose as the thick, dark-veined cock punched the soft back of his throat. But his jaw didn't fight the stretch. Four weeks of this exact daily punishment had trained his muscles to yield to the impossible girth. His throat relaxed, opening up as he eagerly swallowed down the bitter, salty taste of pre-cum and raw alpha male.

Adam dragged himself back until just the head rested past Ben's lips, denying him the depth. "Tell me what you are to me, freak."

Ben’s breath hitched. He reached up, his trembling hands gripping Adam's thick, muscular thighs—not to push him away, but to anchor himself. He stared up at the bully, his voice a wet, desperate rasp. "A loser. I'm just your... your fucking mouthpiece, Adam."

"Damn right," Adam sneered, slamming his free hand against the stall door for leverage. "You don't get to speak unless it's to choke on my dick."

He drove his hips forward, burying himself raw. The heavy, wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the damp walls, delivering a beating. Every harsh curse, every rough jerk of his hair, sent a fresh surge of heavy heat straight to Ben's gut. His own cock was completely ignored, throbbing painfully against the denim of his jeans.

Ben’s fingers dug into the athlete's legs. He desperately pulled the bully deeper, taking every bruising inch. "Please," Ben whimpered around the thick shaft, saliva running down his chin. "Use it... wreck my mouth..."

"Fucking pathetic," Adam groaned, though the insult was beginning to fray at the edges.

The intense friction was melting the bully's tough-guy facade. His stance widened, his knees visibly shaking as his thrusts turned frantic and completely ravenous. He was bottoming out now, burying himself to the root, the thick base smearing spit and sweat across Ben's chin.

"Taking it all like a good little bitch," Adam choked out, his spine bowing sharply. A jagged, guttural grunt tore out of his throat as his hips locked forward. "Swallow my fucking mess, loser—fuck!"

He pinned Ben’s head entirely immobile against his groin, thick, scalding ropes of cum shooting straight down Ben’s windpipe. Ben convulsed, his eyes rolling back as his throat worked instinctively, forced to gulp down wave after heavy wave of the athlete's release. He couldn't breathe, entirely overwhelmed by the sheer, metallic volume and the crushing, terrifying weight of the man holding him down.

When the last tremor finally faded, Adam dragged himself out with a wet, sloppy pop. He stood there for a moment, chest heaving violently, clumsily shoving his softening dick back into his jeans with shaking fingers. His eyes were dark, his posture wrecked by his own exertion, but he still managed a sneer.

"Clean yourself up," Adam muttered coldly, turning and shoving the stall door open with a loud thud. "And keep your fucking eyes on the floor tomorrow."

Ben stayed exactly where he was left, collapsed on his hands and knees on the gritty floor. He coughed, a thick string of white dripping from his bruised, swollen lips onto the tile.

I had gotten to the pool club early that day. My daughter Eliza had asked me to hang out with her and some of her friends at the pool, but I first wanted to enjoy the sauna in the men’s locker room. Well, to be honest, I was actually hoping to fuck some ass in the sauna. 

I had become a zaddy, according to my daughter. After the divorce from her mother, the frigid bitch, I started hitting the gym hard, completely overhauling my body. And the response I got was quite surprising—gay dudes loved me. Having a big cock between my legs only enhanced their attraction.

I was never one for labeling myself—gay, bi, straight. Who the fuck cares? All I really cared about was getting laid. And it became so easy to fuck these young, attractive, dudes who wanted my big, zaddy dick. 

The young hottie at the pool club that day was particularly eager for my dick. I spotted him staring at me in the locker room. He was handsome with a tight muscular body that was fanned in fur—an otter was the term I had only recently learned. Whatever he was, he was just the type I loved to fuck. 

With his eyes on me, I took my time changing out of my clothes, lingering at my locker completely naked, my hard-earned muscles on display, my big, floppy cock hanging between my hairy thighs. 

The young hottie was practically salivating, his eyes fixated on my big dick. I finally wrapped a white club towel around my waist, the outline of my thick cock pushing through the thin terry cloth. Giving a wink, I closed my locker and headed to the empty sauna. Game on. 

I had barely taken a seat on the sauna bench, the warm air enveloping my body, when the young hottie joined me, a towel around his waist. He took the bench opposite me. I laughed inwardly as his eyes consumed me, taking in every inch of my body. Subtlety was not his strength. 

I waited for him to make the first move, to initiate the dance. The truth was I didn’t like coming off as an older predator, and instead enjoyed being pursued by a younger man. It didn’t take long for him to advance his pawn. 

“Hot in here,” he observed, attempting to engage me, his eyes traversing my muscular body. 

“Yeah,” I replied, shifting my weight, allowing my towel to gape open, a tantalizing glimpse of my big cock coming into view. 

“You—uh—you from around here?” he asked next, his eyes glued to my big dick. 

Sure, I could continue the pretext, making small talk that would eventually lead to him offering up his ass to me. But I was feeling impatient, knowing I soon had to meet my daughter at the pool. Ignoring his attempt at banter, I decided to get the party started. 

“You want this cock?” I offered boldly, opening up my towel fully, my hard eight-incher springing to attention. 

“Fuck yes,” he exclaimed, undoing his towel and tossing it onto the bench with mine. 

He dropped to his knees, taking my big one into his mouth, licking and sucking on it, readying it for his hole. When he had gotten me good and wet, he climbed on top of me. With his hands resting on my shoulders, he planted his two feet on either side of me on the bench. Lowering himself down on me, he sat on my cock, taking me into him. 

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, the warmness of his fuck canal embracing my big cock. Sliding all the way down on me, my balls mashed against his sphincter, he ground his ass on my big dick. 

“Christ, you’re big,” he marveled, gripping my thick shaft with his tight sphincter. “I love riding a big-dicked daddy like you.”

This big-dicked daddy was loving the ride. Deftly, he pushed himself up and down on his meaty thighs, pounding hard on my cock over and over, my balls smacking his ass with each downbeat. 

I’m not going to lie, I had fucked countless guys in that perpetually empty sauna—the place felt like my personal fuck pad. But never had my cock been inside such a talented bottom. His skill at taking dick was incredible. 

Expertly, he twerked his ass on my big dick, all while gripping me tight from within. With his hands grappling my shoulders, he bobbed up and down, gyrating on my big cock. I moved my hands to his meaty ass, guiding him to the rhythm that would get me off. 

With the sauna kicking into full gear, we were sweating profusely, a wet smacking sound echoing against the wood-paneled walls as he rode me harder and harder, my big cock pushing deeper into him. I didn’t want the ride to end, but my full balls had other plans. 

“You want my cum?” I demanded. “You want me to seed this fucking hole?”

“Yes, sir. Breed me,” he begged, wrapping his arms around me while tightening his sphincter. “Shoot that load in me.” And so I did. 

“FUCK,” I growled, my head jerking back and hitting the wood paneling behind me as my cock discharged into his depths. 

“Mmm yeah,” he moaned, grinding down hard on me as my cock throbbed, spewing my seed into his void. 

“Damn, you know how to ride a cock,” I praised him as he dismounted, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole and raining down upon my spent cock. 

“Thanks,” he smiled bending down to lick my cummy cock clean. “I wasn’t going to leave this locker room without getting that big dick in me.”

We then parted ways, exiting the sauna and each taking a separate shower stall. Knowing I had to soon meet my daughter, I took great care in washing away the heady funk of man-on-man sex from my body.

The young hottie wasn’t in the locker room when I emerged from the showers, my spent cock squeaky clean and swinging between my legs. Noting the clock on the wall, I realized that I was a few minutes late to meet my daughter and her friends. I quickly pulled on my swim trunks and headed to the pool. 

“There you are, Daddy,” Eliza smiled broadly, coming in for a hug when I found her waiting for me by the entrance to the men’s locker room. 

“Where are your friends?” I asked as we finished our embrace, noting that Eliza was alone. 

“Just one friend today,” Eliza informed me, gesturing to a young man standing by the pool. “I’m seeing a new guy. His name is Jake, and I’m excited for you to meet him. He’s amazing, and I know you’re going to love him.”

Jake’s handsome face froze as Eliza and I approached him. His hairy, muscular body looked like it had been poured into a pair of snug board shorts. The look on his face was abject terror, the frightening realization that his girlfriend’s dad had just seeded his ass. 

“You must be Jake,” I smiled, reaching out to shake his hand, attempting to diffuse a tense situation. “Eliza tells me you’re an amazing guy.”

“Y—Y—Yes, sir,” he stuttered, pumping my hand like I had just pumped his ass. “It’s—uh—it’s really great to finally meet you, sir.”

We made small talk for a few awkward minutes, Jake fidgeting, stammering, and unable to look me in the eye. Eliza finally sent him to the pool bar for a pitcher of margaritas. 

“I don’t know why Jake is so nervous,” Eliza shrugged, concern on her face. “He’s not normally like this.”

“It can be intimidating when you first meet your girlfriend’s dad,” I noted. 

“I guess that’s it,” Eliza nodded. “I was going to suggest we all get dinner together after the pool, but now I’m not so sure it’s a good idea.”

“I’ve got a better plan,” I offered. “Why don’t I take Jake to dinner—just him and me? I think some one-on-one time with me is what he needs.”

“Oh, Daddy, that would be wonderful,” Eliza threw her arms around me. “And I don’t want to scare you—but I’m already thinking that Jake is the man I want to marry.”

“Jake would make a great addition to our family, my darling,” I kissed Eliza upon her head, my cock already eager to get back inside Jake’s tight hole that night. Maybe I could get him to start calling me Daddy while he rides me?

It was a novel, fun vibe between me and my high school buddy Kevin. McConnell had flown down for a long New Year's weekend in Austin.

"Had to get out of the fucking cold," he growled in his Jersey accent when he called to tell me he was coming down. He asked if I wanted to come to the city and stay over for an old fashioned guy's weekend. I hesitated, because Cheryl was over 8 months along in her pregnancy, but she insisted I go have some fun.

Now that I was alone with Kevin in his hotel room, I was glad for guy's night in the city. There was still a naughty thrill to fooling around with my good friend, and I knew Kevin felt that times five.

"Can't believe I just got Brennan-fucked," he grinned, pleased with his new coined term as he lay back on the bad, watching my naked body as I rejoined him in the bed after taking a post-fuck piss. I half expected things would be weird between us now, but we just rode the thrill.

"You seemed to like it," I said as I slid back under the sheets, cozying up to Kevin's gym-toned body. Cocky, maybe, but also checking in with my buddy.

"I did," he said thoughtfully. "I tried bottoming a couple of times wasn't crazy about it. Leave it to Big Man Nick to make me love it."

"We shoulda done this back in high school," I said with a hearty laugh.

"Damn, man," Kevin sighed. I could tell he was battling some emotions, and I felt a little bad for teasing him. We kissed some, and I enjoyed feeling the cum-covered, sweaty torso of my friend as he felt up my muscle, before reaching down to grope my cock. "You think you got another in you, Brennan?" he asked, clearly getting worked up again.

"Like a kid with a new toy, huh?" I laughed.

"Pretty much, man... you got a beautiful cock, Nick."

I felt that said dick firm up to steel hardness in his grip. "You keep that up, buddy, and the second round is gonna come sooner rather than later."

Kevin grinned and let go of my dick, instead wrapping his arms around my waist and hoisting my body up onto his gym-toned body.

"Ooof, you got some strength buddy," I laughed.

My friend bit his lips playfully and nodded. "You don't know how many times I dreamed of us in this position back in high school."

"You crushing out on me, Big Guy?" I said, feeling nervous about what his answer would be.

"Hell yeah, I am Brennan," Kevin replied. "But it's cool. I know where I stand. I'm not gonna make demands on ya, ever, bud." He looked up in my eyes and I could feel his body relax, except for his cock which throbbed against my own crotch. "Listen, I've been holding out. The reason I'm down here is to scope out a place to live."

"For real?" I asked. It was the last thing I expected.

"For real," he said. "God Nick, you didn't tell me Austin was Jersey expensive," he laughed. "Even worse, maybe."

"It's a little better further out," I explained.

"Fuck that," Kevin said. "I've had my life on hold for too long living someplace I didn't want to live." My buddy seemed to be getting more contemplative. "I need something different. Dad was pissed when I told him I was quitting the business, but he'll get over it."

"Damn, McConnell," I hissed. "You really are moving."

"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm gonna fuck my way through all the Texas cowboys I can score. Make up for lost time."

"It's not really cowboy country here," I started to say.

"Don't spoil my fantasy," Kevin winked. "And cowboy or not, they sure grow 'em big down here."

I didn't have any objection there.

Kevin's hands were caressing my sides and his legs were spreading, letting me scoot in between them.

"You gonna fuck me again, Brennan?" he asked.

I nodded, getting horny again for sure. "Yeah, McConnell, I'm gonna fuck you again."

***

Come January Cheryl gave birth to our daughter. Iris Jessica Brennan. A healthy and happy baby. I was over the moon, and so proud of my wife for how great a mother she was.

I'd negotiated paternity time with Big Daddy when he promoted me to CFO. Mark ribbed me like hell for taking it, and truth was I still went in once a week and checked emails to delegate stuff that needed delegating. But R.C. Pool Supply would be fine, and some things were more important.

Unlike the Bryant men, I did my best to help out with everything. Not only the Dad stuff of setting up the nursery and babyproofing the hell out of our place, but waking up in the night to feed the baby, or cooking for Cheryl when she was too exhausted. I was glad to be there for both of them those three months.

But holy hell, those first months made the pregnancy dry spell of our sex life pale in comparison. Cheryl still wasn't ready for vaginal sex and her postpartum hormones made sure she wasn't up for anything else either.

"Sorry honey," she apologized one night as I held Iris as we sat on the couch. "I know we haven't had sex in a while... I'll make it up to you, promise."

I missed it, missed it a lot, but my schedule usually meant I could go over to Randy Slocum's before he went on shift. Sometimes it was a quick BJ stop while I ran errands, but often I'd have that cop strip down for a longer session in his bed. Maybe because I wasn't fucking Cheryl, I liked to do Officer Slocum nice and slow, missionary, lots of making out before I put my legs on my shoulders and fucked that rack of Texas beef.

I was even getting more romantic with Dan Bryant on our three-times a week gym meet ups. Forgoing the shower quickies and settling for some time in the back seat of his SUV.

"I remember what it's like with a newborn," my brother in law chuckled after he came up from a particularly intense blowjob, my cum deep in his stomach. "You doing OK, Nick?"

"Better now," I smiled. "You're the best, kid," I said in my best bedroom voice before leaning in to kiss Dan softly.

The ex-football player got a goofy, shy smile and said softly. "I just like making you feel good... after all you've done for me."

My dick stayed hard and twitched again as he said that. I don't know that I did anything for Dan other than fuck him. And be his friend. But I ran my hands up along his business casual polo shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath, and some of that natural padding.

We kissed again, a little more excitedly.

"You gotta get back to the office?" I asked him, now eager to get off a second time. Like I say, I'd been pretty backed up.

Dan shook his head and smiled, those baby blues drawing me into another kiss.

There, in the back of his SUV, I took my time. Rimming Dan's hot, muscular ass, then giving an extra dose of spit on his pucker. That would be all the lube we'd get, but it did the trick. Dan Bryant was hungry for dick and he took me with some gentle coaxing. Pretty soon I was nailing him hard and fucking a load out of his balls.

"God, Nick!" he grunted as he did his best to catch his sperm in his hand. I gripped his hips tight and pounded my seed into him. He'd be going back to the office good and wet down there, for sure.

I was in a real fucking good mood as we uncoupled and wiped off with some spare napkins from the glove compartment before getting dressed again.

"So Nick..." Dan said, almost nervous to bring it up. "Courtney's baby... it's yours isn't it?"

Dan's wife was five months along now and showing. I promised Court I wouldn't tell Dan, but I also didn't want to lie to my brother-in-law and buddy. "What do you want me to say, Dan?" I replied.

He nodded. "If it's gonna be anyone else, I'm glad you're the father," he said softly, blushing as he admitted it.

"You're the father, buddy," I tried to assure him. "No matter whose seed it is."

He flashed me a game smile, like he was trying to convince himself of that. Then he shrugged. "I guess I'm not man enough for Courtney."

I could read all of his self doubts and troubles and anxieties in that moment. Never living up to Big Daddy. Never being honest with himself. He was trying to be honest now.

I patted him on the shoulder, squeezing that bulk affectionately. "You're all man, Dan. You just happen to like dick," I explained.

That made my brother-in-law smile, a real smile.

"But can I give you a bit of advice?"

"Yeah, Nick," Dan replied with a puppy-dog eagerness.

"Courtney... well, you don't need me to say this, but your wife, she's the kind of woman... well, you need to give her a lot of attention, Dan. Even if you have to think of me when you're fucking her. If you don't, she'll get that attention from other men."

"I can do that, Nick," Dan said, surprisingly chipper to take my advice.

This was a fucked-up family, and I was part of it now.

We'd talk more as we opened up to one another. Over golf games and business trips and guys' weekend getaway to Dallas to see a Rangers series. But that would come later. For now, Dan and I just knew we were solid. Somehow, Courtney's pregnancy had brought us closer. No matter how much a heel I'd been, Dan loved me. And in my own way, I loved him, too.

***

Cheryl wasn't kidding. She made things up to me. I'd already started back at work when her libido came roaring back. We had morning sex, and I got a welcome home blowjob, and after putting Iris to bed at night, we fucked again. My balls were well drained, and there was no more Randy Slocum time. I even apologized to Dan, but he got it.

"That's cool, Nick. I've been taking your advice... with Courtney. We're kind of having our second honeymoon, even," he said to me as we got changed from our lunchtime gym workout.

I slapped his back. "Glad to hear, buddy."

But the man most thrilled about Cheryl was Big Daddy. He came over almost every night. Presumably to see his granddaughter, but he never left without fucking Cheryl, or at least getting head from her.

We started fucking her together. Me and Mark, side by side, in the bed, taking turns. It was incredible. Watching his big beefy body in full rut, oversized and overpowering his petite daughter, making her orgasm. Then feeling his hands on my more athletic build as I fucked on his father cum. Then kissing both my wife and father-in-law in succession.

As hot as it all was, it made Cheryl happy. My nympho wife had returned and she had both the loves of her lives to keep her satisfied.

I gave them a night together and went over to Dan's for some brother-in-law time. Courntey was over at Mrs. Bryant's, and Dan and I made the most of it. We made out like teenagers in his man cave and slowly stripped down.

"God you have an incredible body, Nick," Dan hissed. "I... I think about it when I fuck Courtney." Then he looked up at my with a lewd grin. "Sometimes I fuck her like you fuck... she loves that."

"I bet she does, buddy," I growled, taking the initiative to pounce on his beefy body and wrestle him to take the top position. Dan was rock hard beneath me. By the time I was fingering his pucker, I felt any resistance melt. "You gonna make me proud, brother?" I teased. "Gonna be a good cunt for me?"

"I'm your cunt, Nick," Dan answered in a heartbeat. "Anytime you need."

I pushed my dick in and we both let out a heavy grunt.

***

I knocked on Mark Bryant's office door. It had been a half hour since the receptionist had gone in for a "private meeting" to take care of my father-in-law's needs. It was my turn for a private meeting.

"Come in," he said, but I was already stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

"Brennan!" he greeted me. "How's everything going?"

"Good, Mark," I said, plopping myself in one of the leather-upholstered chairs.

He gave me a look. He knew something was up. "Here for business?" he asked.

"Not exactly," I said. "I told Cheryl, but I wanted to make sure you knew. Whenever we have another baby, there's gonna be a paternity test. And I better be the father."

That caught Big Daddy off guard but he gave me his best poker face. "Or else?"

I laid down my royal flush. "Or else I'm making public another paternity test."

That got him mad. Face beet red mad. "What the hell... you blackmailing me, punk?"

I shrugged, not letting his harsh voice get to me. "I call it insurance. You may run things around here, sir, but my home is my castle and I run it. Got it? "

He grinned at my audacity. "Not a lot of men talk to me that way, boy."

"I'm not a lot of men," I replied. "I honestly don't care what you think of me... but I need to know... we got an understanding?"

Big Daddy nodded, and his flush anger turned to a knowing grin. "I'm just glad you're on my team, Brennan. You got some killer instincts."

I smiled and stood up. "Hope to see you this evening, sir. Cheryl's usually up the wall in heat by 5, so maybe if you could leave a little early today."

I could tell that turned the big man on. "Anything for my princess," he growled.

***

I made sure Cheryl was on the pill. I monitored it, and she knew, making sure to take one in front of me from time to time. I think she was scared I'd mess up things for her and Mark. We talked about having another child in three years' time. I wanted Iris to have a younger sibling, but with enough years spacing out our kids so it didn't seem like a frickin' day care around the house.

So I wasn't concerned when I started working later hours. I'd been stepping into the CFO role at the office and while I enjoyed the responsibility and the pay, I was getting home around 8 at night more and more. Big Daddy would already be gone and I'd have a nice wet creampie to eat out of my wife's snatch, while she clawed gently at my hair.

"Yes, Nick, oh yes, babe! Oh GOD!" she'd cry as I'd get her to cum with my tongue. There were some real advantages to having a nympho wife.

****

Dan was traveling on a couple of sales call, so I was spending my lunch time in that favorite abandoned parking lot. It was winter, a real winter week, even in Texas and I leaned back in the driver's seat while Officer Slocum blew me.

It had been too long, and I'd forgotten how hot he looked in full uniform, his cap resting on the dashboard. I gripped the nape of his neck and thrust up into his throat. God help me, the cop knew how to take it.

I was getting turned on so I just went for it, fucking Slocum's throat till I was blasting off.

Randy slurped my prick as he pulled off, sucking off the mucus-y spit and sperm and cleaning me off before giving it a final kiss. He was flushed from excitement when he leaned up. "That was hot, Mr. Nick," he grinned. "Nice." He was a couple years older now than when I first got a blow job off him, and he had aged out of those rookie looks, but still looked young and beefy and fuckable. He pulled a napkin out of my glove compartment and wiped the excess spit from his chin and lips before putting his cap back on.

"I guess I should tell you, Mr. Nick... this will be the last time for us."

God help me, Randy Slocum has gotten some self respect, I thought. "That's cool, Randy," I said, as I wiped off my prick and tucked it back in. "If you ever change your mind..." I offered. Something about getting a cop who can take a throat fuck had me not wanting to stop with Slocum cold turkey.

He grinned. "It's not that, sir... It's just, Jess and I are moving to Austin. I lined up a job with the PD there."

It actually took me a second to put two and two together. Maybe because it never occurred to me that Kevin McConnell was such a sly player. Good for my buddy. I reached over and squeezed that muscle through his uniform shirt. "Best of luck, Officer. Just one last request..."

"What is it, Mr. Nick?" Slocum asked.

I grinned. "Just treat my buddy well," I said. "He deserves a little extra service."

Mark came over that weekend to help me clean the gutters. At least that was the pretext. Of course he came over to fuck his daughter.

It wasn't every time we all three ended up in my bed, or even close. But it was happening more and that day Mark and I kissed and made out with Cheryl side by side, each taking duty on one of her tits, sucking and licking before we made our way down. It was like a playful competition, taking turns, seeing who could give my wife the most pleasure by eating her pussy. Big Daddy had the advantage of being her father, and every bit of taboo thrill with that. I had the advantage of being better at eating cunt. We'll call it a draw.

I continued to eat her out while Mark knelt up and offered his thick paternal cock. I heard her moan as she took him into her mouth. The combo drove her wild and pretty soon my tongue was giving her a major orgasm. I gave another swipe of my tongue along her trimmed pussy lips and leaned. I could have taken her there, but I wanted some of what Big Daddy was getting.

Mark smirked as I made my way to kneel beside him, clearly offering my hardon for service. "You want some, Brennan?" he teased.

I nodded. "Fuck yes," and like that I watched Mark's thick fingers curl in Cheryl's long soft hair and nudge her off his cock, caressing her locks a couple of seconds as they made eye contact. God, their connection was fucked up, but so hot to watch. I imagined my wife doing this for all these years.

Then she turned to me. "Horny, Nick?"

"You know it, babe," I growled in a tone that suggested I was more keyed up than I was letting on. Particularly as I felt Mark's free hand on the small of my back. Bryant was a touchy-feely man, and the physical contact sent jolts of electricity to my prick, especially once Cherly started going down on me.

Cheryl was in bona fide heat. Daddy and I passed her back and forth between us, keeping eye contact mostly on her porn-slut blowjobs but also connecting man to man in the process.

Finally, Mark pulled her off his bone gently. "Daddy's gotta be inside ya, baby doll."

Cheryl almost pounced up to meet him in a kiss, her fingernails pressing against her father's hard plate-like pecs.

"I take it that's a yes, Princess?" Mark chuckled lewdly.

"Hmm hm, yes, Daddy," my wife cooed in his embrace. His hand was no longer on my back but hers, working over the round curve of her ass. Cheryl had always had a smoking hot body, but the post-pregnancy weight filled her out in all the best ways. I didn't have to ask Mark Bryant if he agreed. His grabby hands told the answer.

They kissed, Frenching open mouthed as Mark pulled her more petite body back onto his burly build. I realized that I'd normally witnessed Mark fucking missionary or doggie, but this was an exciting change of pace to see Cheryl grind her privates against the big man' crotch as they made out. Then Mark grip his daughter's slim waist to pull her up and line that pussy up with his massive tool.

My prick spurted out a heavy dose of precum at that first penetration. Their private father-daughter ritual that I was privy to now. They fucked slow but deep, Cheryl pivoting her hips to sink further on Mark's prick with each stroke.

She now sat up fully, feeling the depth of penetration as Mark's hands gripped Cheryl's full boobies, which had swollen lately. It was all amazing to watch, even the way Cheryl's body pressed some against her dad's beer belly, which had grown some lately too. I was almost content to sit back and watch the incest mating in action.

Almost, but not quite.

I grabbed some lube from the bedside table, and started slathering a lot on. Now that Cheryl was back in her nympho phase, she had been letting me sodomize her more lately. ANd as worked up as Big Daddy was getting her, I realized I was gonna get a bucket list chance now.

I positioned myself behind her, between Mark's thick legs, and reached into the cleft of her ass.

"Oh yes, Baby..." Cheryl gasped as my finger touched her rosebud and began lubing up. Gently probing her ring.

It took Mark a little longer to realize what was going on but I heard his loud growl. "You coming in, too, Brennan?"

I didn't answer him in words. Instead I lined up my rock hard prick and pushed.

It took a little work, but not much. I held Cheryl still for the penetration as Daddy watched and growled his encouragement.

"Take Nick's cock, Baby Doll," he cooed as he stroked his daughter's hair and gave her a soft, tongue heavy kiss. I wanted to hold off cumming, so I concentrated on thinking about work stuff for a bit, till I felt a more normal fuck pace.

That is, until Big Daddy scooted beneath pile drove that fat, heavy cock up into her cunt.

"Yes!" my wife cried. It was her first time taking two dicks at once, and I realized it was my first time with this experience. Fucking Cheryl from behind while Mark did her from the front. It was incredibly hot, but the thing that got me to cum was Mark's strong hands. No longer feeling up his daughter's tits, they were on my arms now, them my hips, feeling my muscle. Feeling me up.

I nutted hard, and I heard both Mark and Cheryl cum in rapid succession. It was wild.

We were messy and sweaty when we finally parted. I showered off and left them in bed for some one-on-one time. I mean, someone had to clean the goddamn gutters.

Still, as I slipped on my briefs, I couldn't help but see Big Daddy's eyes on my fat softening dong.

****

A lot can change in four years.

In the words of my buddy Kevin, I was "all Texas and shit." Turns out he was too, now, or at least on his way.

Mark Bryant was still the titular head of RC Pool Supply, but in every meaningful way I was running the business day to day, while Mark was taking a soft landing into his early retirement.

I started taking Cheryl and Iris to the Jersey Shore for two weeks in the summer. Just us. I needed a break from the Bryant family sometimes.

My bond with Dan Bryant became less of an open secret. I'd go over frequently to Dan's after work and we'd go to the guest room to fuck and just spend some brother-to-brother time, alone and naked together. Courtney knew what was up, and she now knew Dan needed it. My dick - but my love, too. Dan made sure to be the stand up husband to Court in every other way.

And yeah, I may have fucked Courtney on the side, from time to time.

And while I still would suck Big Daddy, it was less an act of asserting his authority and now something else.

Like this weekend. Another guy's weekend, this time at a golf resort out west. Dan couldn't make it, so it was just me and Mark, which was good. It let me have some father-in-law time and for us men to talk business. Mark Bryant was all about mixing business with pleasure. I guess I was, too.

That first night I fucking made love to that big giant dong. I had no shame in doing so, it was hot. Taking that meaty thickness into my mouth and letting my throat relax to just go for it. Mark loved the contrast between the way I did it and Cheryl, or Dan, or the secretary sluts he banged. It took him no longer than two minutes of my excited head for the big man to growl and fire off with a heavy load. He kept it hard and I slowly sucked him a second time. The gruff dude was almost romantic as I worshipped his cock, stroking my hair and saying he was glad to have such a hot son in law. By the time I finally stroked off, it was an intense load.

The next day was an afternoon round of golf. I played great, and Mark grumbled at each lousy shot he made. "If I wanted a good golf player, I would have brought Dan instead," he teased. Dan Bryant was only good at two things in life: taking cock and playing golf. But that meant he was really fucking good at both. OK, begrudgingly, I'll say my brother-in-law is a good salesman, too.

Mark and I were in a better mood after dinner and a couple of drinks. We had a cabin-like suite at the resort and the weather was nice, warm but dry. Big Daddy had something on his mind, I knew.

"What's your price, Brennan?" he finally asked as we sipped some top-shelf boubon.

"Price for what?" I asked.

He looked me in the eye. "Your ass. How much would I have to pay you to fuck that lacrosse jock ass of yours?" He was a little tipsy but I could tell he'd been thinking about this. I didn't know how much of it was a power trip and how much was really wanting to nail me. I knew it was some of both.

"What makes you think I'd let you?" I replied. I wasn't pissed off, more intrigued. Still, I'd never taken dick, not that way, and I wasn't about to start.

Big Daddy seemed unfazed. He leaned back, his girthy meaty body looking more imposing in its stance. "Like I say, every man has his price."

I leaned back myself, in a classic manspread position. I was actually chubbing up. Something about this power play had me going. "How bout this, Mark? You write down what you're offering, and I'll write down what I'd be willing to accept. And we can see how close they are."

That got a wide grin out of the big man. He stood up and strutted over to find a notepad and pen at the hotel room desk. I could see he was throwing hard, at least half hard, that big dong looking formidable in his golf shorts.

He ripped out a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Don't play hardball, Brennan," he smirked. He quickly wrote down a number and handed me the pen as he folded the paper. "This is a damn good offer," he said proudly as he placed the folded paper on the table.

I quickly wrote down on mine and we switched. I opened his first. He'd written down a large figure. Mid five digits.

I think he thought I'd be impressed. Or shocked. Or something. Instead I nodded to him to open my folded paper. I knew what he was reading: "I fuck your ass - first."

"Jesus," he growled, looking up at me. "What the fuck?"

"You said every man has his price," I explained. "That includes you, Daddy."

"You like being a wise ass?" he asked me, his eyes twinkling some. He'd put on even a little more girth the last year or so, and for some reason I found that attractive.

I spread my legs a little more. "I just don't like being taken for granted," I replied.

We stared at each other. It felt like an eternity but was probably just a half minute. "Fuck," Mark growled. "My princess picked out a hard bargainer, all right."

I felt a vibe between us. It was the last thing I'd ever expect to happen with Mark Bryant, but maybe it was gonna. "We actually doing this Big Daddy?"

He gulped. "Counter proposal... I go first."

I shook my head. "Un unh," I said. "My terms, Daddy." Somehow it felt perverse to call him Daddy now.

"You're really insisting ongoing first, Brennan?"

The man had a lot of pride on the line. I wasn't gonna let him keep it. "Sure as fuck am." I said. "I fuck you tonight. You fuck me tomorrow. Same positions."

He blushed red. I think the alcohol was helping him even consider this. "Damn, I want in your ass so bad, stud... you know that, right?"

I grinned. "Yep. I do." I stood up, my boner evident in my shorts. "Come on, Big Daddy. Let's do this... you may actually even enjoy it."

He stood up. For all of his anxiety, his fat cock was more than chubbed up, too. It was rock hard. He took one more swig of his drink and set it down.

The sexual tension was ratcheting up quick as we went back to his bedroom. I stopped to get some lube from my bag and when I joined Big Daddy he was already kicking off his shoes and stood bare chested, his beefy body on full display. I followed suit quickly in stripping down, which seemed to thrill Mark.

"You have a way of messing with my head, Brennan," he growled as he finally stripped naked and got in bed. I was two seconds behind him, my hands greedily reaching out to feel up that older father-in-law bulk.

"You've always gotten into mine Big Daddy," I hissed.

Our lips met. We'd kissed while double-teaming Cheryl. But Cheryl wasn't there now. It was just me and my dad-in-law, making out. Yeah, this was a power play, but it just fueled our lust and attraction. Big Daddy was pawing at my leaner body now, just as eagerly as I was gripping his.

"My baby girl picked out a winner," the man hissed, reaching down to cup my hardon. "Just don't treat my like one of your side bitches," he growled. Maybe he had his son Dan in mind.

"That wasn't part of the agreement," I joked.

Mark laughed. "Just remember you're getting payback tomorrow."

"I know, Mark," I grinned. "You nervous?" I asked after a minute.

The man nodded. "I'm not scared of much in life... but this, yeah..." As crazy as the idea of Big Daddy letting me fuck him was, the fact he was being so emotionally direct and open was a mind fuck of its own.

I patted his meaty ass. The one I'd admired and lusted after when I watched him fuck my wife. "I'll break you in easy, sir," I smiled. "On your belly, Big Daddy."

He winced in fear but did as instructed.

Goddamn, that ass was full. Some padding but lots of brawn, too. I gripped the round cheeks and pulled them apart, diving face in. I'd gotten into rimming Randy Slocum and Dan, but Mark Bryant's ass was even more munch-worthy. I licked and rooted around and played with his pucker with my tongue. Big Daddy fucking loved it, hiking his ass back to my face.

"Fuck yeah, Brennan," he hissed. "Eat me out."

I did, too. I wanted to take my time enjoying what was probably be a one-time shot. And I was 100% sure Mark Bryant was cherry. I'd take my time working him open.

Eventually I pulled back, lubed my fingers and started working him open that way. It was less immediately pleasurable to Mark, but pretty soon I had three fingers twisting in and out of that dad hole, deep. And I'll be damned if Mark wasn't hiking back against my thrusting hand.

The penetration went easier than I expected. Mark freaked out a little once my dick breached his ring, but that was a mental thing, and as I kissed along his thick neck, he relaxed back into me. It's a real fucking turn on to have a dude as big as that relax back into you, I'll tell ya. He wasn't gonna say it, but Mark Bryant was enjoying having my cock inside him.

He even enjoyed it when I started thrusting into him. Soft, steady thrusts. His body face down, I made love to his whole body, feeling him kissing his shoulder, fucking deeply into him.

I may have even told him I loved him, right before my body seized up and I had the hardest orgasm of my life. Several inches inside my father in law.

I took a second to relax and recover than I rolled off him, patting him softly and affectionately on the ass. I leaned up just a little and held up my still-rigid prick. "Your turn to come, Mark. Why don't you sit on my cock while you do?"

I was definitely pushing it, and I expected him to growl at me. Instead he had a quiet, needy expressing as he knelt up on the mattress, his own meaty prick hard and leaking. I could read it all in his face. Sexual excitement, embarrassment for having liked it too much, and the urgent need to get off. He eyed up my cum-slick dick.

"Yeah," he barked and scooted his big body over to straddle me. The man was girthy all right, and felt even more so as he settled on my lap, his belly brushing against my hard on before he moved up and reached back to guide me back into him. He hesitated.

"It's just you and me, Big Daddy. No one else," I assured him.

That's what he needed to hear to le himself go. He eased back onto me, and the entry was easy now. Mark was doing the driving now, using his weight and strength to ride my meat and stimulate his insides how he wanted it.

"Goddamn, Brennan, you got a cock on ya," he hissed as he bounced heavily up and down on me and flogged his cock. Cum spurted out of that big dong a couple of seconds before the full orgasm hit. Then it was a throaty growl and some wild bucking that nearly snapped my dick off. Big Daddy was having his first p-spot orgasm, and I was getting drenched. I watched him cum, then he reached down and used his grip on my neck to pull himself down and met up to a hot, heavy kiss. I humped excitedly, determined to get a second nut before Mark's was done. I succeeded.

We actually didn't talk after we uncoupled, but we cleaned off and made out, softly, until Mark's eyes grew heavy with the need for sleep. I started to get up and go back to my bed, but his arm reached out and gripped my forearm.

"You don't gotta go, Brennan." came his words. I nodded and eased back into Mark's bed.

***

Payback is a bitch.

Mark Bryant has a massive cock. He tried going easy, copying my own foreplay from the night before. But it stung going in, and stung getting reamed out by that monster. Still, a bet was a bet, so I clung to the bedsheets and took it. Getting my virginity fucked away by the biggest, fattest cock I could imagine, and feeling the heaviness of his body on top of my back, thrusting away. At least if I ever did this again, I'd know I'd gone full out.

The whole time Mark was telling me how much he'd looked forward to taking Big Brennan down a notch.

But a minute and a half into the ordeal, he stopped and climbed off me. I was surprised, because usually once Mark got into a fuck it never took him long to nut. I felt that slick dong slide across my ass and hip, and my ass felt like a freight train had driven through it.

The mattress sank as Big Daddy lay next to me, that massive cock still bone hard and sticking up an inch from his beer belly.

"What?" I asked, wondering what was up, or if anything was wrong.

Mark looked at me with his normal "Boss" look. "We said same positions, right?" he asked.

It sunk in. Mark wanted me to ride his cock. And more than than he wanted me to enjoy this.

I'd try. At least my ring was still loose and opened up as I straddled the big man and felt that fat lubed tool nudge back in place. Mark's cock felt scary and thrilling at the same time.

"Take your time, Brennan," the man said softly. His hands openly caressing my gym-toned thighs.

I nodded and sat back in place on him. The reentry felt full. Fuller than full. Mark Bryant was hunk like a motherfucker. But this position worked better. I could control the pace and now that he'd already reamed me from behind the switch made this feel better. I mean, it was still a challenge, but I started riding the big man slowly.

"Nice, Nick," Mark hissed, really getting into the softer vibe between us. "Ride my cock, buddy."

I did, working my ass up to take more of his pole, feeling a wild range of emotions.

Mark timed it perfectly, knowing when my insides were unclenching enough to thrust up to match my own motion.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed.

"Too much?" he asked.

I shook my head. Still in a-bets-a-bet mode. But feeling something else. "No," I answered, feeling Mark's massive dong thrust faster. "Feel good?"

"You have no fucking idea," he growled, his hips getting more urgent and his hands now running along my front, appreciating the way my tight abs and ripped body contrast to his own bulkier build.

We mated silently for a minute, then Mark spoke up again. "You know, I wish you'd been my son Nick."

It was a gut punch of a thing to say, but it fed my sexual pleasure. "I know, Daddy," I hissed back. Goddamnit, his confession was gonna get me to cum. I saw a playful leer on his face as he watched me enter orgasm, my hips having a life of their own to bounce on his dong and my fist a blur on my erection. It was a scattershot of an ejaculation, spraying all over Big Daddy's hairy body.

"Fuck yes, Nick," Mark growled and with a couple urgent thrusts of his own, I knew he was seeding me good.

I rode it out, my orgasm, and his, and felt guilty, like I'd betrayed Dan. I knew Mark had fucked me as an equal and his son would never have that.

Mark and I didn't talk about it, though. We didn't talk about much of anything until after we'd showered and dressed. And as we packed to head to catch our flight, it was normal talk about golf and R.C. Pool Supply, and if Mark's retirement meant he'd no longer have a pool of secretaries to fuck.

***

Mark and I had taken separate cars to the airport, and now I was on my way home. Sure, maybe I was speeding, but I got annoyed when I saw the cop car lights behind me. "Fuck me," I grunted, dutifully pulling over.

I expected a gentle talking to and being let off with a warning. For all intents and purposes, I was a Bryant, and the Bryants owned this town.

Indeed, I couldn't have imagined a more deferential tone in the police officer's voice as he looked in my rolled down window as he stood beside the car, 6 foot even in his uniform shoes.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Brennan," the man started off with an apology. He was early 40s and hot as fuck. Weathered skin, sea blue eyes, just the right amount of muscle under that poly blue material. "If you could do me a favor, could you slow it down some?"

"I can probably do that, Officer," I replied. I took another look at the man. I'd become a convert of Texas beef, but maye I was developing an appreciation when that beef was aged a little. I spoke before I thought. ".And maybe you can do me a favor." OK, my dick brain was doing the thinking now.

"What kind of favor?" the officer asked nervously. I could tell he got a sense of where this was going.

"You take it up the ass, Officer?" I asked with my best poker face. Not working up to the main event, like with Slocum. Just going right for the jugular.

He gulped and I could see those blue eyes "Not in a long time, Mr. Brennan," he almost whispered. Scared as hell.

"It's like riding a bike, Officer," I smiled. "And I know what I'm not doing... come on, man... I'm sure you know a private place we can go."

Those sea blue eyes met mine. Almost pleading for a way out. I stared back, unblinking.

Officer Friendly let out the breath he'd been holding in. He took a nervous darting look around, then turned back to me. "My partner's back in the cruiser," he grunted softly, but with that same apologetic tone.

Holy shit. I looked back and there was a rookie-looking dude in the passenger seat of the cop car. Slocum hot, and probably not six months from his time on the gridiron. But I was getting into the middle-aged cop even more. "What time you get off, Officer...?" I asked turning back.

"Officer Mitchell. Five o'clock, sir," he replied deferentially.

"Live alone?" I asked. I didn't see a wedding band.

"Yessir, Mr. Brennan. Divorced last year." That Texas accent coming thicker.

"Sorry to hear Officer Mitchell," I said with half-real sympathy.

The cop shrugged. God he was the strong silent type but had a certain vulnerability to him that gave me a bone. "It is what it is, Mr. Brennan." He then pulled out a pad and wrote his address on the paper and tore it off to hand to me.

His hand was actually shaking. "Please go easy on me, Mr. Brennan, sir."

"I will Officer," I grinned, stuffing the address in my shirt pocket.

Mitchell gave me one last look, like he wanted to suck my cock then and there. He ran his fingers along my car door where the window was rolled down. "All right... stay safe, sir.. and slow it down if you can."

"You bet," I nodded, feeling horny as fuck. Good thing 5 o'clock was only a couple hours away.

I watched Officer Mitchell strut back to the cruiser as I started up the car and set it in drive. I sped off.

In the words of my buddy Kevin, I was all Texas and shit, and I couldn't be happier.