Top Cops 6: Don and Fu Erotic Massage Therapy

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Don and Fu stepped into the dimly lit massage room, the scent of warm oil and cedarwood filling the air. Both men were still in their police uniforms, badges glinting under the soft lights. Don, broad-shouldered and muscular, locked the door behind them. Fu, leaner but equally fit, peeled off his shirt first, revealing smooth skin and defined abs.

“Been waiting for this all week,” Fu muttered, kicking off his boots.

Don grinned, stripping down to nothing. His thick cock already hung heavy between his legs, half-hard. Fu followed, pushing his pants down and stepping out, his own shaft twitching as it thickened. They climbed onto the wide massage table together, bodies brushing.

Don poured oil into his palms and rubbed them warm. He started at Fu’s shoulders, strong fingers digging into tight muscle. Fu groaned, spreading his legs wider on the table. Don worked lower, palms sliding over Fu’s back, then down to the curve of his ass. He squeezed the firm cheeks, thumbs parting them slightly.

Fu pushed back into the touch. Don drizzled more oil directly between Fu’s ass cheeks, watching it trickle down over his hole. He pressed one slick finger against the tight ring and pushed inside. Fu hissed, then moaned as Don began pumping that finger in and out.

“Fuck, Don… more,” Fu breathed.

Don added a second finger, stretching Fu open while his free hand reached under to stroke Fu’s cock. He pumped the shaft slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading precum. Fu rocked between the fingers in his ass and the fist around his dick.

After a few minutes Don pulled his fingers free and climbed onto the table behind Fu. He lined his cock up and pressed the fat head against Fu’s oiled hole. With one steady thrust he sank halfway inside. Fu gasped, gripping the edges of the table. Don kept pushing until his balls rested against Fu’s ass.

He started fucking him with deep, deliberate strokes. Each thrust made Fu’s cock swing and slap against the table. Don reached around again, jerking Fu in time with his thrusts. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

“Harder,” Fu demanded.

Don obliged, slamming into him faster. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into Fu’s ass. Fu pushed back to meet every thrust, sweat mixing with the oil on their skin. Don’s free hand gripped Fu’s hip hard enough to leave marks.

They changed positions. Fu rolled onto his back, legs spread wide. Don climbed between them and shoved back inside. He leaned down, sucking one of Fu’s nipples while he fucked him. Fu wrapped his legs around Don’s waist, pulling him deeper.

Don’s pace grew frantic. His cock pistoned in and out of Fu’s stretched hole. Fu stroked himself rapidly, eyes locked on Don’s face. With a low growl Don buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding Fu’s ass with hot cum. The pulsing sensation pushed Fu over the edge; he shot thick ropes across his own stomach and chest.

Don stayed inside him, slowly softening, while they caught their breath. He finally pulled out, watching cum leak from Fu’s used hole. Fu reached down and rubbed two fingers through the mess, then brought them to his mouth.