Undercover and naked

"It was time for you to come too. You are late!" Hutch replied easily, because he had recovered from the initial surprise.

"What about the business now? You know — the goods!" Ken continued impatiently.

"I insist! First the pleasure, then the business!" Connelly grinned. Determined he went up to Dave, kneeled in front of him on the damp ground and kissed the back of his feet. Starsky watched him in amazement and looked at Hutch, who winked at him and gave him an encouraging smile.

If all of this suited their undercover identity and strengthened their position, so much the better. And it was fun also.

Connelly's cock was already erect rock hard. He kissed Dave's legs and took his boner in his mouth, which quickly mutated from soft to the opposite. He practically breathed it in.

With great artistry and devotion he sucked Dave back into the throbbing vitality. Hutch jerked himself, stimulated, until he stood once more. He went up behind Dave and rubbed his hardness lustfully against Dave's back and bum likewise.

Connelly gave in ecstatically to Dave as he cooed and screwed him with his mouth, tongue and palate. Hutch grabbed Dave from behind in both arms and twirled his nipples with relish. He nibbled on his neck and ears at the same time.

Dave closed his eyes. He wrapped himself in the heat of those overwhelming emotions. The sultriness of the steamy room no longer bothered him. A growling, sighing gasp emerged from deep in his throat.

Light smacking noises and moans from Connelly's overflowing mouth reached Dave's ears. He did not see how Connelly drooled heavily and how this guy loved it. He rolled his eyes with lust.

Starsky felt Hutch rubbing his dick hard on him. In this heated atmosphere in more than one respect, Dave no longer knew what of this wetness was semen, pre-juice, sweat or spit. He didn't care at all. He threatened to break up. He was in dire need of redemption.

"Fuck me!" he gasped in Hutch's direction. The latter still held him tenderly. He felt Ken's tip on his puckering hole. Good thing he was still slippery from his sperm. With a grunt and a thrust, he was lost in Dave. He cried out hoarsely.

He felt he was cumming any moment in Connelly now, mostly because Hutch hit his prostate exactly. Starsky yelled again as he opened the pressure valve and released himself into Connelly. Very satisfied, the latter rubbed himself and swallowed what was given to him. Greedily.

Good thing Hutch held Starsky tight. Otherwise he would have fallen. Ken pounded him hard like a sledgehammer. As if his life depended on it.

Before, Dave hadn't had the feeling that Ken was that deep inside him. Both shouted uninhibited. Connelly licked his own effusion from his hand. He stood next to Hutch and watched. Skin slapped against skin. Connelly yanked himself to get stiff again.

The heat and friction almost did the rest to both of the two friends. He went off explosively in Dave and loved to soak him again like this. He slipped out of him, increasingly exhausted.

Dave looked at Connelly. That thug was more than ready again. Muscular and strong, he grabbed Dave by the hips, arse and thighs to heave him up. Dave instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist.

He didn't fight back because he wanted whatever happened next. His erection rested pounding on Connelly's wet stomach. Starsky was so excited and over the edge. Whipped up and out of his mind. He felt how excessively wet the opening to his lustfully battered ass was. Hutch's cream already graced it extensively. Now Connelly's would be added and he couldn't wait to be penetrated by another cock.

He hit the tiled wall lightly. Connelly playfully bit his shoulder. Dave's tail twitched. Carried by him, held and supported by the wall, he rammed his sthick quickly into Dave with force.

It hurt a little at first because Connelly was bigger than Hutch. But he slid very well on Hutch's sperm. Incredible lust flooded Dave's body. Everything throbbed. Not just his rod.

His ass twitched and danced around that wand that threatened to drive him crazy. He was juicing this powerful penis. Its owner was whispering and then screaming, as he fucked him.

It was like a force of nature. Hutch had been good picking his cherry, but this was maddening. He rested his head on Connelly's right shoulder and only uttered inarticulate sounds. He literally dissolved.

His intestines were now abundantly saturated with all these love juices. It was just a great feeling. He splashed on Connelly's hairy chest. Connelly untangled himself from Dave's body, lowered him and the latter buckled.

He carefully helped him to sit down on the floor. Connelly then gave Hutch a long kiss.

"And now gentlemen! To business!" Connelly grinned and clapped his hands. Then his smile turned to frost. "You cops!"

Two fully clothed henchmen rushed in, grabbed Ken and Dave, putting the contents of a syringe into their necks each.

In the last flicker of consciousness, thinking "shit", both sank senseless to the ground. "I have you, Starsky and Hutchinson!" He kicked their legs lightly and laughed maliciously.