8:25 pm
Peter lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his heart hammering in his chest as he felt the slick, cold dildo against his ass. Officer Stephens knelt between his legs, his strong, calloused hands gently spreading Peter’s cheeks apart. The older man’s eyes were dark and intense, his lips parted as he whispered instructions to Peter, guiding him through the process of taking the dildo inside of him. “Just relax, Peter,” Stephens said, his voice a low rumble. “Take a deep breath and push out like you're farting. It’ll make it easier, I promise.” Peter did as he was told, taking a deep breath and pushing out as he slowly eased the dildo into his ass.
It burned and stretched him, but it was a good pain, a pleasure-tipped agony that made his cock twitch and pulse. “There you go, Peter,” Stephens cooed, his hand gripping the base of the dildo as he thrust it in and out of Peter’s tight hole. “Just like that. You’re doing so good.” Peter moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the pleasure building inside of him. Stephens’ fingers dug into his hips, holding him in place as he fucked him deeper and harder.
“That’s it, Peter. Take it all. You’re such a good boy,” Stephens growled, his lips brushing against Peter’s ear. “You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” “Yes,” Peter gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, I like it. I like it a lot.” Stephens’ chuckled, the sound dark and throaty. “I knew you would. You’re such a natural at this, Peter.” Stephens said, biting his lower lip as he continued to thrust the dildo in and out of Peter’s ass.
Peter’s hips bucked and rolled, meeting each thrust with eagerness as he felt the pressure of the dildo pushing deeper towards his prostate. “Jesus, you’re tight,” Stephens grunted, his teeth gritted as he worked the toy in and out of Peter’s needy hole. “You feel so fucking good.” His words sent a thrill running through Peter, his heart racing as he gasped and moaned beneath the older man.
Stephens’ hand left his hip, and Peter felt the dildo being slowly pulled out of him, the sensation of emptiness making him whimper in disappointment. But then he felt Stephens’ hand returning, and he opened his eyes to see the man holding a new toy, this one with a flared base and a wider, more bulbous tip. “W-what’s that?” Peter asked, swallowing hard as he watched Stephens stroke the toy with his fingers. “It’s a butt plug,” Stephens replied, his voice low and sultry. “And it’s going to stretch you out even more. Are you ready, Peter?” Peter nodded eagerly, biting his lip as he felt Stephens’ lubed-up fingers pressing against his stretched-out hole.
“Good boy,” Stephens praised, his voice low and husky as he slogged the butt plug into Peter’s ass. It was bigger than the dildo, and it burned and stretched him even more, making him gasp and moan as it pushed deeper and deeper inside of him. “There we go,” Stephens muttered, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched the plug disappear inside of Peter’s ass. “You’re taking it like a champ, Peter.”
Peter gasped as Stephens twisted the plug, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. “F-fuck,” he moaned, his hands clenching into fists as he writhed on the bed. “I know,” Stephens said, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to press a kiss to Peter’s sweaty forehead. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Peter nodded frantically, unable to form words as the plug continued to fill and stretch him. “M-more, please,” he gasped as Stephens moved the plug in and out of him.
Stephens chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming with desire as he watched Peter’s reactions. “You want more, huh?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. “You’re such a greedy little slut for my cock.” Peter’s face burned with embarrassment, but the words only made his cock throb harder. He nodded his head, his eyes pleading. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, I need more.” Stephens smiled, a joyful gleam in his eyes. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Beg me to fuck your tight little ass with my big, hard cock.” Peter’s eyes widened, but the dirty words only made his cock jerk in response. He knew he shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want to be talked to like this, but he couldn’t help it.
“Please, Officer Stephens,” he begged, his voice shaking. “Please, I need you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.” “Mmm, that’s right, Peter,” Stephens growled, his voice thick with desire. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock like a good little slut. You know you want it. You know you need it.” Stephens’ filthy words only turned Peter on even more.
He couldn’t believe he was begging for a man to fuck him, but he couldn’t help how much he wanted it. “Please, Officer Stephens,” Peter begged again, his voice trembling with need. “Please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel your cock filling me up, stretching me out.” Stephens chuckled, a low, dirty sound that had Peter’s cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, I think I’m going to give you what you want,” Stephens said, his voice low and seductive.
He reached down and gripped the base of the butt plug, dragging it out of Peter’s ass. Peter gasped as the plug came free, his hole gaping and raw from the stretching. But as he looked down, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Looking at the dressing table’s reflection he saw his ass prolapsed, and the inner lining hung out of his body in a way that was both terrifying and arousing. Stephens’ eyes widened as he saw it too, but instead of panicking, he reached down and gently touched the prolapse with his fingers. “Fuck, Peter,” he muttered, his voice filled with awe. “You’re so fucking hot like this.” He rubbed the prolapse, his fingers exploring the soft, pink flesh as Peter watched in shock. He should have felt disgusted, maybe even afraid, but all he experienced was a burning need, a desire to have Officer Stephens’ cock inside him. “You like that, don’t you?” Stephens asked, his voice a low purr as he continued to rub and knead Peter’s prolapse. Peter nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure built inside of him. “I can’t believe how loose you are,” Stephens muttered, his fingers slipping inside of Peter’s prolapsed hole.
“Fuck, you’re going to feel so good when I fuck you.” Peter moaned, his hips bucking up to meet Stephens’ touch. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have the older man touching him like this, handling him with such tenderness and care. Despite feeling stretched out and prolapsed, he had never felt so desired and wanted before.
Stephens continued to work his fingers inside of Peter, slowly stretching him out and preparing him for his cock. The sensation was unlike anything Peter had ever felt before - it was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had him gasping and moaning beneath the older man.
“That’s it, Peter,” Stephens cooed, his voice low and soothing as he continued to stretch out the younger man’s tight hole. “Just relax and let me in. You’re going to love the way I feel inside of you.” Peter nodded eagerly, his heart racing as he felt Stephens’ fingers slip deep inside of him. It felt strange, but good, the feeling of being stretched out and filled, sending a thrill of pleasure through his body. “There you go,” Stephens murmured, his voice gentle as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of Peter’s ass. “Just relax and let me take care of you. You’re going to feel so good when I fuck you.”
Peter nodded, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as Stephens’ fingers explored his body. He had never felt so desired, so wanted before, and it was intoxicating. Stephens’ fingers found that sensitive spot inside of him, and he couldn’t help but cry out, his back arching off the bed as he rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over him. Stephens continued to manipulate his prolapse, his fingers slick with lube as he eased them in and out of Peter’s body. The sensation was unlike anything Peter had ever experienced, and he was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Stephens growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Peter’s spine. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” Peter whimpered, his body trembling as Stephens’ fingers continued to explore him, teasing and stretching him open. “Please, Officer Stephens,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you inside of me. I want to feel your cock filling me up.” Stephens chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming with desire as he looked down at Peter. “You beg so beautifully,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “I could listen to you beg all day.”
Stephens’ fingers left Peter’s hole, and Peter couldn’t help the whine of protest that escaped his lips. But then he felt Stephens’ cock pressing against his entrance, and all thoughts of protest left his mind. “That’s it, Peter,” Stephens growled, his hands gripping Peter’s hips as he pushed inside of him. “Take my cock. Take it all, Peter,” Stephens demanded, his voice a low growl as he thrust deeper into Peter’s tight, stretched hole. Peter’s breath hitched as he felt Stephens’ cock fill him up, the sensation both overwhelming and incredible.
Stephens didn’t waste any time, immediately beginning to piston his hips, driving his cock in and out of Peter’s ass with rough, powerful thrusts. Peter couldn’t believe how full he felt, how completely dominated by Stephens’ cock. He couldn’t believe how full he felt, how completely dominated by Stephens’ cock. Peter couldn’t believe how full he felt, how completely Stephens’ cock dominated him. “Oh, fuck, Peter,” Stephens grunted, his fingers digging into Peter’s hips as he slammed his cock deeper inside of him. “You feel so fucking good, you little slut. Your tight ass is like a fucking vice grip, and I can’t get enough of it.”
Stephens’ words made Peter feel like he was on fire. He loved the feeling of being dominated, of being used for the other person’s pleasure. And with Stephens, he felt completely safe and taken care of. “Fuck me harder, Officer Stephens,” Peter pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of the older man’s cock stretching him out, filling him up and making him feel like he was going to burst with pleasure. Stephens growled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal as he took Peter with rough, powerful strokes.
“Oh God,” Peter cried out, his hands clawing at the sheets as Stephens’ cock slammed into his prostate repeatedly. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure straight to his balls, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to hold on, to savour this moment for as long as possible, but it was becoming harder and harder with each passing second. Stephens’ thrusts faltered for a moment, his eyes meeting Peter’s. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, sweat dripping down his forehead. “So much better than my ex-wife.”
Peter’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden admission, but then he smirked. “She didn’t deserve your dick anyway,” he said, his voice low and sultry. Stephens chuckled, a low, dirty sound that had Peter’s cock twitching in response. “No, she didn’t,” he agreed, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and intense. “You’re so much better, Peter. So much fucking better,” Stephens grunted, his hips snapping forward with each word.
Peter’s legs were trembling, his body tensing as he felt himself nearing the edge. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. Stephens’ thrusts faltered for a moment, his eyes locking onto Peter’s. “Not yet,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. Before Peter could protest, Stephens leaned down and pressed his lips to Peter’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined, the taste of sweat and lust mingling between them as Stephens continued to fuck him with rough, powerful strokes.
Peter’s body was shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built higher and higher inside of him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tensing as he strained towards release. As Stephens looked down at Peter, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and something deeper, something more profound, he realised that their friendship was changing. It was becoming something more, something deeper and more meaningful. “Cum for me, Peter,” Stephens growled, his voice low and intense. “Cum for me right now.”
