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Friendly Retreat Part 04
🕑 Added 2019-06-09 02:54:30 +0000 UTC‘They won’t notice. They won’t notice. They won’t notice,’ Brently had put on repeat in his mind as he followed his partner back to the dining room area. He’d worried so much about using someone else’s house to do a deed. It didn’t matter how horny he was, he should have still waited until they were in the car or somewhere a bit more private.
“Your shirts untucked,” Dusty said as he looked at Brently’s uniform. “But I guess with how big you are it’s hard to find much that really fits you.”
“Yeah,” Brently was starting to sweat as he thought he’d been called out for what they’d done. He tried pushing the blue button down back into his pants but it wouldn’t quite fit right. His massive shoulders always had a problem with pulling it out of its tucked position whenever he moved around too much. “Well--”
“Well,” Mitchell interrupted him. “Since you don’t have anything to report, I think we’d best be heading out.”
“Really? Leaving already? But you just got here,” Pete said. “Why leave so soon?”
“We have a job to do,” Mitchell said.
“But you’re off the clock,” Dusty added. “You said we were you’re last job.”
Pete nodded in agreement. “Yeah. No reason to rush off so soon.”
“But…” Mitchell was trying to figure out where they were wrong. But both him and Brently were scheduled to be off around 1 and it was getting closer to 2. Besides there weren’t any calls since they’d gotten there.
“C’mon. You want to stay,” Pete pulled Brently under his arm and knocked his police hat off. “Get comfortable. Have some beer.” Pete nodded to Dusty who tossed a beer to each of the policemen.
Mitchell was still trying to fight off the suggestion. He thought there was something wrong about it but Brently had already started to unbutton his shirt and showed off more of his body. He really couldn’t fit into his uniform properly and was always ready to get it off right away. “I guess we can stay a little bit.”
“As long as you like,” Pete smiled. He cracked himself open a beer and started drinking it. “It’ll be a bit stronger than you’re used to.” The big man easily finished the can and popped open another one. “But I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Brently sipped the beer and couldn’t help but be taken back at the amount of alcohol in it. He’d never tasted something so strong. Already with just the sip he almost felt like he was intoxicated. “Woah…” he was taken aback for a second.
“I know what you mean,” Dusty smiled. “It’s a lot to take in…”
“Yeah…” Brently looked over the can trying to figure out just how much alcohol could be contained in such a small can. He looked over at Dusty. “You gonna join us?”
“Hell no,” Dusty laughed. “I had enough last night. I’ll just watch today. Just try to keep your clothes on.”
“Right…” Brently said. However his uniform did start to feel a bit more uncomfortable after Dusty made the joke. There was something about the subtle implication that he normally ran around not wearing much of anything, that made him even more conscious that he was wearing something. Every time he moved a part of his body, he could feel the strain of the fabric. His large overdeveloped muscles clung to his shirt and made it impossible to not notice. Even just sitting there it was like his shirt was riding higher and higher along his abs. Unbuttoning it, only did so much.
Pete tapped his husband in the side. “Don’t be like that. They can get as comfortable as they like.”
At the suggestion, Mitchell and Brently kicked off their shiny black shoes letting their large feet finally free. They each let out a sigh as they leaned back further into their chairs. Brently’s massive muscular body took up the entire chair as he leaned deeper into it. He’d unbuckled his belt and already started to undo the buttons of his shirt revealing the top part of his muscular chest. His pecs pushed far out in front of him and he wanted to let them be free. He popped another button off letting his shirt slide open. The white wife beater he wore was starting to show. Mitchell gave him a glare and he stopped.
Part of him wanted to keep going. He could feel his sleeves digging into his arms. And his pants always rode so far up his ankles. But the way Mitchell was glaring he knew that the other officer didn’t want him to get too comfortable.
“What are you stopping for?” Pete interrupted the silent conversation between Mitchell and Brently. “Get as comfortable you like. We’re all men here.”
“I think…” Mitchell started off but then glared at his partner as he saw another button slowly becoming unbuttoned. Brently stopped instantly and grabbed another beer that had been placed in front of him. He tried to act innocent but let out a bit of a whimper when he was caught. “I think that’s comfortable enough.”
“But that uniform looks so small on him. It looks like he’s been prepping for a show for show, why not let him get a bit more comfortable?” Pete smiled. “C’mon big guy, I wanna see what you’ll look like up close.” Pete’s more bulky body went into a pose as he flexed his arms. Even though a lot of it was fat it still looked rather toned.
Brently looked over at Mitchell for some kind of signal. A light nod and then a smile flashed onto Brently’s face. The large body builder stood up and copied the crab pose that Pete was trying to do. His shirt rose completely out of his pants and showed off the bottom two blocks of abs. The three men stared in awe as his large body, even covered in clothes looked like absolute perfection.
“Better be careful, it doesn’t look like that uniform can hold you,” Dusty said.
“It’s like he’s getting bigger right before us,” Pete added. “Look at those firm muscles. Probably still growing. Getting bigger. Getting stronger.”
Brently felt joy running through his body. Even though the sleeves of his uniform were stretching tighter and tighter around his thick arms, he didn’t want to stop flexing. He loved hearing the other men praise him for his body that he worked so hard to get. Just hearing them say it, helped him envision the thoughts through his head. Thoughts that his uniform was too tight. That just by flexing he could tear it to shreds. Just a little bigger. A little stronger.
He heard a rip. ‘Shit!’ his eyes went wide but he didn’t want to stop. Just a little bigger. Another rip and the sleeves tore open. Just a little bigger. His shoulders were wide enough to tear the back of the shirt wide open. Just a little bigger. His thighs tore through the black pants. Veins pushed out of his skin, running blood even faster through his body. He could feel the eyes of the other men on him. His huge vascular body pumped and ready to go.
“Damn it Brently!” Mitchell scolded. His deep voice echoed off the walls. “That’s another uniform you’ve gone through…”
“Sorry…” Brently muttered.
Pete wrapped his massive arm around Brently. “It’s alright man. No shame in being so big.” His eyes trailed through Brently’s body and stopped near his crotch. “Well almost everywhere.”
“Hey!” Brently threw his hands in front of his crotch feeling oddly self-conscious. He was only in his jock and there wasn’t even a bulge to really speak of.
Now Dusty was getting in on the ribbing. “It’s alright. You’re big everywhere else. Plus if your too big down there it might distract from everywhere else.” He stood up and leaned in against the other man. His hand caressed Bretnly’s hard muscles.
“Hey…” Brently blushed as he felt the gentle touch run down the side of his body. The finger drifted down his lats and crossed his abs. His body shook slightly, still holding onto the pose. The tickle running through his body was just too much to handle. Not to mention how his dick was growing hard at the complement.
“What?” Dusty smirked. His masculine face was less than an inch away from Brently’s as he whispered. Some of Dusty’s hot breath hit Brently’s face. He tried to fight off his current feeling. The sexual tension was only rising as Dusty’s hand ran through his body. Down his abs. Stopping just above the jock Brently was wearing.
“Hey!” Mitchell barked.
“What?” Dusty tried to act innocent. Only his face backed away from Brently’s though. His large hands were still caressing the other man’s body. “Is someone getting jealous?”
The suggestion made Mitchell’s face go red. Normally it would have been out of embarrassment at someone suggesting that he was gay. But right now it was solely because Dusty was overstepping his line. He stood up and stepped between the two. “He’s mine,” Mitchell had a light growl as he said it. His stern angry face would make anyone back off. Even though he was far smaller than Brently, he clearly was the one in charge.
“Then why don’t you show me,” Dusty cocked an eyebrow.
The mix of anger and jealously quickly turned to lust as he felt the challenge. “You wanna see me fuck him?” Mitchell glared, accepting the wager.
“Mitchell…” Brently muttered under his breath. But there was a slight moan accompanied with it. He leaned into his husband’s back. It was turning him on. Even with the light embarrassment of how protective Mitchell was being, it only drove him even further over. His 2 inches were rock hard as he tried to contain his excitement. He had to force his hand to stay away from his cock, afraid he’d make it too obvious.
Mitchell let out a scoff, followed by a smirk. “Alright then. Turn around boi,” he ordered. Instantly Brently found his large hands planted against the wall and his firm muscular ass pointed out. Just hearing Mitchell’s deep commanding voice made his body go wild. He did his best to stay still as the other man positioned himself behind him. Even if he wasn’t nearly as large, Mitchell held him tightly. He could still feel the deep callouses from a hardworking man running up and down his smoother skin.
In a flash Mitchell had undone his belt and his black pants dropped to the floor. His dark boxers weren’t able to contain his monster anymore. What looked to be at least 8 inches and rather thick, pushed up against Brently’s hole. The giant gave a high pitched but accepting moan as he felt the hard dick push into him. Mitchell’s grip tightened despite his cock easily moving it. It was like that hole had been made for him. That he’d specially crafted it to hold his hard cock.
Just enough pressure so he could feel the tightness but loose enough that he barely had to try to push. Not to mention how much he loved hearing his partner’s gaspy moans. Soft, “more,”s escaped his lips as he tried to breathe through his mouth.
“That’s it,” Mitchell praised. His dick pushed against the other man’s insides. “That’s a good boy,” he thrusted, feeling the gripping sensation around his cock. He leaned his masculine body over the bodybuilders and gripped him tightly. Each thrust he went deeper. His cock growing to fill the other man up. Both imagining the rod bigger. Something that only porn stars would ever dream of. Something so large and hard it was easily mistaken for a hidden weapon.
Brently’s knees were going weak. Each thrust was like another world. Just an hour ago he’d never once thought about Mitchell this way, now he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Hearing his loud deep grunts filled him with pride. He felt his cock pull back and then his balls unload into his jockstrap. His body naturally thrust several more times as he felt the mess growing into his jock.
Mitchell gave him a slap to the ass and started to pull out. Brently’s face went red as he did his best to close his asshole and rush to the bathroom. “He’s mine,” Mitchell shot the other guys a proud grin.
