Slutty Judge: Benchmate Pt. 02

Story byline: Charles learned "he couldn't get enough," but hadn't even gotten started.

I dropped Steven off, and thought I caught the ultimate sin. I even drove a few miles, and before I crossed the James River I'd stop to the side of the road, and say a prayer, trying to figure if the man upstairs could keep me washed of sin. I thought I was out of bounds because another man touched me after having a cold drink, and one of the best crab cakes ever as this was an unofficial date between us. It wasn't as if he forced himself on me, I was the one who made the first move as I was horny, and Steven sat in the passenger seat looking quite opportunistic. He made himself eligible to suck me off, but I couldn't come to grips with another man with his mouth on me.

"You do this, and there's no turning back," I heard a voice in my head say.

I refrained, but was steel hard knowing I hadn't done anything but jerk off since Chelsea left me, and on this night, I was in a mode to do whatever would get me off after a good time in Decoy's. I guess this was customary from my time being married, for Chelsea and I would go on a date, then come home for hot sex after.

"Why are we stopping here," Steven asked me after the ride from Decoy's.

I began to unzip my pants, and he removed the console between us as he was preparing to go down on me. I made him pause his descent, putting my hand on his forehead as he looked me in the eye.

"You can touch it," I told Steven.

Those big, hazel eyes lit up in the night once he got his hands around my cock.

"I'm not gay," I told him, and I lost it, as literally he stroked me so good that I would blow my sperm all over the place.

There were droplets on the dash, the roof of my car, and of course my person after it came out so fast and furious. The windows were fogged while Steven hungrily licked my sperm from every surface, including me, before I rushed to get us out of that parking lot. We drove to his place in Portsmouth without saying a word, and made it to his driveway for me to wish him good night, and tell him thank you.

"I hope I didn't rattle you," he messaged the next morning.

I wouldn't reply, but Steven lived rent free in my head the entire day, for I wanted a chance to have another round at ecstasy.

"Hey buddy. You got any plans tonight," I texted Steven.

He wouldn't immediately respond while I was laying in my home on a Saturday night, stretched out and naked across my bed.

"Nothing much. Just sitting here reading a book, just relaxing," he replied. "I must admit: You came a lot last night, and I was disappointed I didn't get a drop."

"You didn't get a drop? You licked the car clean, LOL," I told him.

"I like it deep in my ass, or down my throat," he'd rebuttal. "Shit, sometimes I like it down both. I'm what you call a greedy slut."

And greedy he was as he broke down his intentions while we went back and forth. He ended up calling me on the phone as we talked a bit until he admitted he was in his robe.

"It's been 15 years," I told him.

"And here I am, needing to get punished by a fat, black cock," he said to me.

My dick throbbed and he went on stating "his ass was wet," but to me that was a red flag until he broke down exactly what that meant.

"I can cum.... from my ass," he told me.

"From your ass," I asked.

He explained that whenever he was penetrated, if the guy tapped the right spot within his anus, then he'd ejaculate from his ass.

"Happens all the time," he said.

"How many times are you fucking," I joked.

"That's besides the point," he said with a loud burst of laughter.

Steven was an undercover freak who didn't disclose he was gay, bi, or anything of that nature at the courthouse.

"A guy gets in good, and keeps that consistent stroke, and boom, I'm shooting repeatedly from my ass," he said.

I wanted to experience this as he made me hard as pavement.

"Can I make you cum," I asked.

"Absolutely," he said as he was inviting me over.

"So you wanna ride this dick," I asked.

"I wanna suck it, ride it, and let you fuck me all over this house facing the waterfront," he said. "Hell, we can even go on the balcony while looking at the water."

I wouldn't utter another word as I got up from the bed, jumped in the shower, and put on comfy clothes en route to Portsmouth. Once I got in the car, Steven called me, letting me know that Chris, one of our bailiffs, was stopping by.

"I tend to play with him on the side," he told me. "I forgot we planned for this night."

I wasn't deterred, more energized knowing one of our counterparts liked to engage in man to man action, too. I made a dash to Portsmouth via I-64, taking a shortcut to the city, and finding my way to parking in Steven's driveway. It started sprinkling as I looked at the Norfolk skyline from where I stood, then the bright colors from the building tops' reflection, onto the waves of the river, as I was rushing for some ass. I walked briskly to Steven's front door after parking behind Chris' cherry red F-350. I rang the doorbell, and noticed the front door was ajar, open to Steven's large living room as it was dark and quiet with the sound of smacking and moaning coming from elsewhere in the house. I shut the door behind me quietly, then tiptoed through the living room to hear what sounded like Steven moaning. I followed the noise, and noticed a light coming from the end of the hallway, one that was faint, perhaps a shine coming from a television. The moaning got louder, and I'd hear a consistent rhythm of banging reminiscent of a headboard rocking against a wall. I tiptoed in that direction, and saw the light becoming brighter as I confirmed it was a television, I peeped around the corner to see Steven and Chris were going at it. My dick was raging as I watched Steven with his back turned to the door, riding Chris, while Chris was arched up with his face in Steven's chest. He sucked Steven's tits while Steven was bouncing up and down that cock, with me sticking my head through the door and seeing a bisexual threesome happening on the television.

"Good ass tightened up since the last time," I heard Chris say, then he began to moan, as if he was climaxing inside of Steven.

They didn't know I was there, and I was so turned on as they just kept bumping uglies until Steven was able to pull a good nut from Chris.

"You ain't gotta go without, baby," I heard Steven say.

They'd kiss, and Steven would climb off of him right as I walked into the room.

"Surprise, surprise," I uttered, as they both were rattled.

"Things got a little heated while we were waiting," Steven said.

"And you're just spreading your wild oats," Chris uttered as he saw me and smiled. "How do it, your honor."

"Christopher, we're not in the courtroom, so its Charles," I told him. "Was that ass pretty good?"

"That ass is lovely," he said as he couldn't stop grinning.

Steven walked up to me and kissed me with his cock drenched lips, then walked into the bathroom while I began to undress.

"I guess I can be the judge of how good that ass is," I told Chris.

Chris rolled off the bed, and sat in a lazy chair that was closer to the bedroom window facing the river. I laid in the bed, and would marinate slightly in their scent as they really burned into the mattress. Steven would come back to bed, and climb in without hesitation to kiss me on the lips, then reach down to start sucking my cock. He was true to a round two, and I would find out for the first time how it felt to be balls deep into a gooey hole.

More to cum.