Enforcement – Surveillance – Part 3

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Surveillance is one the ten original stories included in Book of Bate Vol. 4, now available at Amazon (Kindle and paperback) or from our friends at BlokeToys in a PDF download format. Scroll down for yours.

Agents Bob Harris and Ted Cline are monitoring the video and audio while their subject Yanny gets a visitor to his motel room. It soon becomes clear these old friends are more friendly than either of the agents could have imagined.

Excerpt from Enforcement – Surveillance – Part 3

Stu paused for a moment, his shaft held rigidly upward from the base, his balls fat and swollen as they rested on the outside of his shorts, his other hand playing with the fleshy bulbous shape of his end. Yanny watched, rubbing his own meat slowly while his friend toyed with the helmet.

There was silence for a minute before Cline had another complaint to offer “They could have at least moved the laptop so we could see the action” he mumbled, his eyes still monitoring the sight of the two men proudly enjoying their erections.

Harris stared at him “could you stop?” he asked mockingly, noticing Cline’s hand grasping the material of his robe. “Are you fuckin’ hard?” he asked, seemingly even more annoyed.

Cline blushed a little, which was something he wasn’t used to. “Hey!” he barked “all that talk about pussy got me a little worked up, okay?” he didn’t like being shamed, it irritated him. “I already needed to jack it before all this shit happened so back off”

“Man, she’s good at that” Yanny said, his hand slowly sliding along the hard length of cock in his grip.

“Sure is, wouldn’t mind getting my dick in there with those guys” Stu replied, his own fist leisurely gliding along the stiff length arching from the two large balls resting over the waistband.

Cline watched the screen, his own hand squeezing the shape of his large manhood beneath the fluffy grey cotton of his robe, the solid mass of his dick demanding the fleshy warm contact of his experienced hand.