Deep South: The Big And The Easy, Part 2

Josh Weston bursts into the sheriff's office, eyes wild with tales of shadows and secrets lurking in the Big Easy. He begs Sheriff Chris Steele and Deputy Jason Hawke for backup. The lawmen lean back, chuckling. Mysteries? Intrigues? Sounds like Josh drowned in too much bourbon and beads down in New Orleans. Stunned, Josh storms out, vowing to unravel the truth alone if he must. The door clicks shut. Steele's smirk fades, replaced by a hungry gleam. Hawke mirrors it, his voice low. 'Bet that fool's heading to the erotic ball anyway.' Steele nods, eyes raking over his deputy. 'We need practice. Make sure we're ready.' Hawke unbuckles his belt. Pants hit the floor. He spreads his cheeks, fingers teasing his tight hole, circling slow. Steele watches, his cock swelling hard against his uniform. The air thickens with their shared heat. They dive in. Fingers plunge deep into Hawke's ass, stretching him open. Steele's tongue follows, rimming with fierce laps that make Jason buck and groan. They shift, mouths claiming cocks—wet, urgent sucks pulling moans from deep chests. Hawke's lips stretch around Steele's thick shaft; Steele devours his deputy's pulsing length in return. Steele rises, slick with spit. He grips Hawke's hips, thrusts in deep. His cock pounds that greedy ass, relentless rhythm building sweat and gasps. Hawke takes it all, pushing back for every brutal inch. Not done yet. Steele pulls out, grabs his nightstick—cool, unyielding wood. He presses the tip to Hawke's slick entrance. Probes slow at first, then deeper, twisting in. Hawke moans, hand flying to his cock, stroking fast as the tool claims him. He shatters first. Cum erupts in thick ropes across Steele's broad chest. Hawke smears it in with his still-hard dick, rubbing the mess like a lover's mark. Then he drops to his knees. Steele strokes himself, grunting as his load sprays hot across Hawke's upturned face—splattering cheeks, lips, dripping down in sticky triumph.