I’m cruising down Route 3 and there are few other cars on the
road. I’m doing well over the speed limit. I mean does anybody
really drive 55 normally, much less when they’re practically the
only one on the road? Who cares?

Apparently someone cares. And apparently someone is concerned
about my driving speed, even if I’m not. “Fucking A,” I say out
loud when I see the bubble lights flashing in my rear view mir-
ror. “Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn.” You know, I really don’t need
this tonight. Here I am minding my own business and some asshole
cop with nothing better to do decides he needs to make his quota
for the night or something. I didn’t even see this dip-shit;
where the hell was he pulled over? “Damnit, damnit, damnit!”

So I pull over like a good do-bee, or rather like someone who
knows better. What do they say; when it looks inevitable just
lay back and enjoy it? Well, I wasn’t expecting to enjoy this,
but at this point it was certainly inevitable.

He gets out of his car. Flashlight swinging along the roadside
as he approaches my car. I’m fishing in the glove compartment
for my registration when he gets to the window and the flashlight
goes right to my hand in the glove box. Never can be too sure, I
think to myself. If I were a cop I’d certainly be concerned
about people pulling guns out of their glove boxes.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” he says with all the
originality in the world.

I’m usually quick with the come-backs, and I want to say, “Not
fast enough, apparently,” but–good-old me–I think better of it.
“I guess I wasn’t really paying attention,” I say with all the
tact in the world.

His light has searched the front seat and the back seat and now
is concentrating on my face. “Eighty-four,” he says.

Big fucking deal, I think. “That much?” I say.

“Your license and registration, please.” I’m already handing it
to him. He points his flashlight at it momentarily, then he
points it back at me. Yeah, that’s me in the picture, all right.
He looks at my license again and studies it then points the light
back at me. I’m pretty well lighted by it, but he’s seen my face
and now he doesn’t seem to be concentrating on that. The light
is going up and down my body. Nah…, I think. He goes back to
looking at my papers.

With the light off me for the moment, I can see him better, so
I’m checking him out. Now this is a cop! I don’t mind telling
you that I have a certain weakness for uniforms. I also have a
weakness for hot men and I happen to be staring at one now. He’s
at least 6′ 3″, broad-shouldered and definitely well-assembled.
The Smokey-the-Bear hat on the square-jawed face with the dark
mustache is almost too classic. He’s even got the wide belt with
the over-the-shoulder strap, high boots and jodhpurs (you know;
those riding pants that are wide on the sides over the thigh, but
trim in the ass and tight below the knee). He’s also got what
seems to be a nicely full basket which is staring me in the face
through the car window.

Well, I don’t know how long my gaze was dumbly fixed on his
basket, and I don’t know how long he’s been watching me like
that. But he finally gives a little, “Ahem,” and I look up to
see him watching me watching him.

Everything is suspended for a moment. My eyes don’t want to look
at his face and I don’t want to get locked back onto his basket,
so I just kind of nervously scan his torso, blink a few times and
turned around to look at the steering wheel. What the fuck am I
doing? Cruising a cop who’s giving me a ticket? I must be out
of my mind.

“Step out of your car, please,” he says to me abruptly. I let
out a sigh of exasperation. Shit, shit, shit, I’m thinking to
myself.

“Walk around to the other side, please.” I’m walking. “Face the
side of the car and put your hands up on the roof.”

I can’t believe this is happening. “What’d I do?” I say.

“Just follow my instructions, please.” This guy is real polite.

I face the car and put my hands on the roof. He comes up in back
of me, puts his foot between mine and kicks my feet side to side.
“Spread your legs, please.”

I still can’t believe this is happening. He starts to frisk me.
I’m not feeling particularly guilty about anything, but I am
starting to worry. He pats down my sides real fast, then the
outside of my legs, then the inside real lightly. It could be
erotic, but he’s being too professional.

“Are you looking for someone?” I say.

“I’ll ask the questions,” he says gruffly.

What gives? I’m thinking.

He starts frisking me again, only this time he’s being more
thorough. He reaches around my chest and is checking my pecs.
He’s checking my pecs very thoroughly. Then he’s checking my
stomach. Very thoroughly. He’s actually running his hands up
and down my chest and my belly. I can’t imagine him not being
able to find a gun or something the first time around. Dope, I
think, he’s looking for dope. I relax a bit; I’m certainly not
worried about that. His hands are exploring the top front of my
pants, now down a little and around my crotch. Without grabbing
my basket, he’s groping around it, now down lower and into my
upper thighs. He goes down the inside of my thighs down to my
knee then around to the outside and backs of my thighs and up.
Up to my ass. He’s actually squeezing my ass and digging into my
crack. His hands are going down under my crotch from the back.
His hand wanders around front again only this time it goes right
for my basket. It’s squeezing my balls and discovering the
outline of my enlarging cock.

“Hey, I’m clean, man,” I say. I’m sure I sound like a dealer
now.

He says nothing. He’s got one hand in my crotch, he’s groping my
cock and balls, and he’s being very thorough about all this. And
I am a little more than a bit turned on.

“Turn around,” he says. I do and he’s checking me up and down.
There’s nothing I can do to conceal the lump in the front of my
pants. And it’s not like he misses it. But he’s not saying
much.

“Okay. Step back here and get into the cruiser.” And I’m think-
ing, Come on, you’ve had your jollies, just give me the fucking
ticket and let me go. I go to get in the front.

“Get in the back,” he barks. I’m real confused. I get in the
back. He gets in the front. He pushes a button that locks the
doors all around. There are no buttons in the back to unlock the
doors. He puts the car into gear.

“Hey, what’s going on here,” I say wittily. “Am I under arrest
or something? What about my car? Aren’t you supposed to read me
my rights or something?”

“Just sit tight. Everything’s going to be all right.” I can’t
believe I’m letting myself be at all consoled by this remark,
since, as far as I’m concerned, everything is definitely not all
right. I sit back into the seat. I’m looking around and I’m
thinking, What the fuck…

He pulls off the highway at the next exit. I don’t know where I
am, but I’m thinking I’m about to see gas stations, a highway, a
town. Nope. Nothing. This is a dark road. Any time now we’ll
see a town. Like one with the police station or something.
Anything. But no, all we get is dark road. I’m quite apprehen-
sive, sitting here in the back of a cop car, watching the back of
this cops head, the only lights being the headlights of the cop
car and there ain’t much to light except road and trees in the
night.

He slows the car and pulls off on an unpaved road. No lights, no
police station, no more pavement; just trees and bushes and a
rougher ride. He’s going slow now and then there’s a barn up
ahead. He pulls up to it. I don’t like this.

He stops the car. He gets out. He opens the back, grabs my arm
and leads me out of the car. He leads me over to the barn and
into it. He’s got one of those kind of lights that lights up a
whole area and as we step into the barn I’m looking all around
it. He leads me into the back of the barn. I am totally bewil-
dered. I’m breathing heavily; I’m not in control here.

“Please,” I’m saying. “What are we doing here?”

He drops my arms and I stand there while he puts down the light a
few feet away. He turns and looks at me, and I’m standing there
looking at this hunk of a cop who has taken off his hat and who
is staring at me sort of hungrily, and I’m feeling totally naked.

“Strip,” he says evenly.

My eyes widen and I stare dazedly back at him. I can’t believe
this is happening. My mouth opens to say something, but nothing
comes out.

“Strip!” he says more harshly, and he’s pulled a riding crop out
of the side of his boot and he slaps it against the side of his
leg.

I’m frightened and shaking and I don’t know what to do. And my
fingers go to the buttons on my shirt and I start to unbutton a
button. I’m telling myself this isn’t happening and I manage to
get another button open as I work them from the top down. I pull
the tails out all around and I’m staring at this guy and I’m
feeling really turned on and really frightened.

I pull open my shirt to expose my chest and I push it off my
shoulders and pull it off my body and drop it into the hay. And
I’m standing there naked to the waist and this guy is taking in
the sight of my swimmer’s build and my smooth and muscled chest.
I’m six-foot tall in my stocking feet but I’m feeling real small
right now and I’m quivering perceptibly.

I look back at him.

“Strip,” he says with that evenness again.

I let out the breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and
gasp it back in. I lean against this post and pull off my shoe
sand I pull off my socks. The hay is rough and soft on my bare
feet.

I look at him pleadingly; he issues the command again silently
with a widening of his eyes.

My trembling fingers go to my belt and unfasten it. They unbut-
ton the top of my pants. One hand holds the top of my pants
while the other one grabs the zipper and begins to pull it down.
With my pants open, I drop my hands momentarily and look at the
cop who is watching with keen interest. My hands hear his unspo-
ken command again, go to the waist band and begin pushing down.
I am feeling the fabric of my pants as it bunches up then exposes
my underwear. I am pushing them down as the fabric slides down
my thighs then exposes my legs. I push them down further and
pull off one leg then the other and drop them next to me on top
of my shirt. I straighten up, and the straining, prominent bulge
in my crotch is doing little to conceal itself.

I am breathing hard and looking at him. I am standing there clad
only in my underwear with a bulge in my crotch. He walks toward
me and I am frozen. He walks around back of me and I am still
staring at the place where he stood. He slips his riding crop
into the band of my underwear and pushes it down the crack of my
ass. He presses it against my butthole, then pulls it back out.
My briefs snap back. He hauls off and smacks my underweared ass
with the crop. I am too stunned to do anything but jump.

He walks around front to where he had been. He stands there and
crosses his arms and looks at me sternly.

“I want to see your dick.”

My mind is saying no and my body is trembling. My hands are
shaking. Somehow I move my hands to the waistband of my under-
wear. I pause, shaking. I glance up at him; I am breathing hard
and I pause. Then I look at the ground a few feet in front of me
and I push down my drawers. They get caught on my dick and I
have to wrestle it free. I push them down my legs, feeling my
ass totally exposed as I bend over, and I step one foot out and
then the other.

I drop my underwear with my other clothes and straighten myself
back to standing. I am totally naked and exposed to this uni-
formed cop. My rock-hard ten inch dick is jutting out in front
of me and I my hot balls are exposed and dangling down between my
legs. My cock and my balls and my naked body are exposed and
vulnerable to this cop.

He is looking at my genitals with his head slightly cocked, a
slight pleased-looking smile on his face, and a certain lust in
his eyes. He walks over to me and is looking me up and down.
Again he goes behind me and again I do not turn. I can hear him
make an approving “Hmpf” behind me and I hear a clink of metal.

He grabs my hand and slaps a handcuff on it, then reaches in
front of me, takes my other wrist and cuffs that.

“Please,” I am saying almost crying, “What do you want?” He
pulls me over to a support beam and pulls my hands up to a hook
above my head where he attaches the cuffs. I am facing the beam
and hanging right up against it and I can feel its roughness on
my skin, especially where my hard cock is pressing up against it.
Behind me, he puts his foot between mine like he did on the
highway and pushes my feet apart, spreading my legs. He steps to
the side of me and I turn to watch him unhooking his shoulder
strap. He disconnects it from his belt in front and back and
drops it on the ground. Then he unbuckles his belt and draws it
out through the loops. I am watching him do this not knowing
what to expect. Still on the side of me, he swings the belt and
catches me on the ass. I jump with the shock and the pin on my
buttocks and my jump pushes my cock into the rough beam. His
enjoyment of my discomfort and my wincing is apparent. He swings
the belt again, it smacks my ass, and I jump again. He swings
again and I’m throwing my head back, struggling against the cuffs
that keep me hung on this post and I’m struggling against the
biting belt on my bare buttocks. He moves behind me and swings
again and the belt snaps against my sensitive asshole. He belts
my butthole and beats my ass until I know it must be red as hell.
He’s still swinging and I’m writhing against the post. My ass,
trying to escape the torment of the belt is pushing my balls into
the rough post, crushing my rock-hard cock. The belt bites again
and again, and my chest and stomach are struggling against the
post and my sensitive tits are scraping against the rough wood.
My cock is rubbing up and down the rough wood as I writhe and
it’s oozing pre-cum and straining for release.

I don’t realize that he’s stopped right away; there are too many
sensations. I’m still hanging there pressed against the upright
which, though rough and scraping, is my friend for protecting and
caressing my vulnerable front.

He reaches above me and unhooks me from the support beam, but
he’s holding my hands up there still. He reaches around in front
of me and grabs my stiff cock and uses it like a handle to turn
me around. He then hooks me back in place only now with my front
exposed and my ass pressing into the beam. He kicks my feet
apart again and steps back.

He can see the fear in my face, I’m sure, as I’m hanging there,
arms stretched above my head. My body stretched and taut, my
belly flat and my red circumcised cock sticking stiffly up in
front of me exposing my full balls to his view. He eyes me
approvingly then swings his belt at me. It snaps me square in
the balls and I throw back my head and let out a yell. He swings
it again and gets me in the balls again, then goes after my stiff
red cock and makes it sting. And his belt hits under the shaft
and on the sides and snaps at the sensitive head. And I’m writh-
ing and screaming and my cock is oozing all over. He snaps the
belt and the tip just catches my tit and smacks it cruelly. Then
he snaps my other tit the same way and I’m screaming and strug-
gling and can’t do a thing about it. He swings at my balls again
and I convulse in pain. The belt smacks and stings my cock again
and harder on my balls and it slaps my tits and my crotch and my
chest and I’m writhing and screaming and my cock feels like it’s
about to burst and it’s oozing clear cum-juice all over.

Then he drops the belt. He walks up to me and I think he’s going
to let me down. But he grabs my balls roughly and he’s looking
into my face with a demonic leer, and he’s twisting my balls and
I’m looking back at him with my mouth open and my ass writhing
against the rough wood with the grip he has on my balls as he
squeezes them. And he twists my balls and I’m afraid he’s going
to twist them right off and it hurts like hell but my cock is
still oozing like a leaky faucet. Then his other hand takes one
of my tits and starts twisting that and he’s twisting my balls
and twisting my tit and I’m moaning loudly. He switches hands on
my balls and grabs the other tit and he’s twisting my balls and
my tits real hard and squeezing my balls and twisting them hard.

Then he grabs my cock with his rough calloused hands and strokes
it roughly a few times. I am about to explode in orgasm just as
he lets go and I am caught on the brink, but don’t quite make it
over.

He walks a few feet back, still in front of me. He stands there
and looks at me panting. I’m afraid of what might happen next
and am hoping against hope that it’s all over.

Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls out the tails and
throws it on the ground. He’s wearing a T-shirt underneath. He
leans against a beam and pulls off one boot then the other and
both his socks. The whole time he is looking at me. And I want
nothing more than to watch him and he pulls up his T-shirt expos-
ing his hot and muscled belly and chest. His chest has thick
hair that swirls over his well-developed pecs and around his taut
brown nipples. This guy obviously works out. The hair collects
between his pecs and descends in a line through well-defined abs
then disappears into the waist band of his trousers. The T-shirt
comes off his head and slightly dishevels his hair, giving him a
sort of little boy look. He’s looking at me, his lips slightly
parted as he’s pulling the T-shirt off his thickly muscled arms
in front of him. He throws it onto the ground with the shirt.

I’m hung on a beam totally naked with a raging hard-on in front
of me and I’m staring at this hunk of an athlete-cop who is
masculinity and boyishness personified. And my cock is making
involuntary throbs like it has just cum all over the place.

He stands there and watches me, watching my face and taking in my
body; taking in my rigid cock pulsing in front of me.

And he reaches for his pants. He unhooks the top and pulls down
the fly. He looks at me again, then hooks his thumbs into the
waistband and pushes them down. He’s wearing short boxer shorts
underneath and this time the gigantic bulge in his underwear is
doing nothing to conceal itself. He drops his pants in the pile
and stands and looks at me. He looks military now, somehow. It
must be the boxer shorts or the tattoo I’ve just noticed on his
arm. But he’s standing there almost naked with nicely muscled
legs looking handsome as hell, and he is so hot I can hardly
stand it.

He turns around now with his broad, V-shaped back to me. His
hands go to the waistband of his boxer shorts. Slowly they begin
to push down. The small of his back gives way to the outward
curve of his upper ass. I’ve always thought this was one of the
sexiest parts of a man. He pushes the shorts down further over
the rising twin mounds of his ass and the valley appears between
the cheeks. He pushes them down further and they cross the top
of the mounds and jump down the other side to his thighs. This
man’s ass is magnificent. It’s not a boy’s ass, but a man’s ass.
It is perfectly molded and muscular with a slight amount of hair
growing into the crack. He bends to push the shorts off and the
valley widens to reveal a dark moist abyss below backed by the
outline of a dangling ball-sack.

I am weak with the splendor of Eros before me. Even the back of
his head is sexy above the solid neck and the broad shoulders.
And the muscled back that tapers to the trim waist and the ripe,
luscious ass-cheeks below. When I die I want to be buried with
my face in these buns.

Then the vision moves and begins to turn, it seems to me in slow-
motion. First I see the profile of his chest and the outline of
a tit and the well-formed legs and the hip. And his magnificence
moves into view.

The hair that ran around his navel comes down and widens into a
dark full bush of hair backed by the muscles of his lower abdomen
and thighs. And his magnificent cock stands fully erect and
proud, straight and huge, mighty and veined. It is perfectly
circumcised with a pink engorged head and a wide slit at the top.
His full balls hang massively beneath and I feast my eyes on the
most beautiful equipment I’ve seen on a man. I don’t know if he
knows I am stunned, but even immobile as I am he must see the
look of awe on my face. At any rate, he does not move while I
take in the splendor and raw sex of his body.

Then he walks over to me, cock waving proudly in the air. He
stands before me and holds my chest just below my arms and rubs
my hard nipples with his thumbs. He runs his hands down my sides
and looks me in the face. Then he presses his full body against
mine; cock against cock, balls against balls, belly against
belly, chest against chest. He moves his face in front of mine
and presses his lips into mine. My mouth parts and our tongues
begin to probe, his forcing its way into my mouth, mine wanting
to know the inside of his. He wraps his arms around me and he’s
running his rough hands up and down my back. He runs them down
to my ass and presses my pelvis hard against his, and he’s
squirming his cock against mine, his balls against mine, his
belly against mine, his chest against mine, his tits against
mine, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth, his fingers prob-
ing deeply the crack of my naked ass.

His lips and tongue are full and his masculinity and warmth
envelope me. How can I feel so much passion with my hands bound
above me? I am longing to stroke back to feel his body, to
caress his strong back and his firm ass, to rub his balls and
stroke his cock, to take his cock in my mouth and to make him
come all over me, all over my face and chest. My greatest an-
guish now is not being able to stroke his body with my hands, to
wrap my arms around his torso, to bury my face in his chest.

His mouth releases mine and we both gasp for air. He pushes
himself away from me slightly and begins kissing my neck wetly.
His tongue moves up behind my ear and down the side of my neck.
And I am suffering a different agony now; the exquisite agony of
his tongue sending shivers through my neck and into my body. He
moves to the other side and reapplies his exquisite tongue-tor-
ture. He is moving his mouth out and along my shoulder and down
into my exposed arm-pit. He laps up and down there and I am
crying out and his tongue is sending shivers throughout my body.
He works his way around the bottom of my pectoral then up to my
tit where his tongue circles before diving home. His tongue and
mouth lap and suck my nipple and his teeth nip and bite. He
moves to the other tit and tongues it and bites it equally before
moving to the other arm-pit. He works his mouth down the side of
my body slightly in back just above my hip then slightly in
front, then down the line between the abdomen and the thigh. I
can’t believe he’s starting down the inside of my thigh, half-way
down then moving in deeper and working his way back up. He
switches to the other thigh and is working down and up and up to
the lower line of my abdomen and up to that place above my hip.
Then down again toward my crotch. His nose is nuzzling my balls
to one side as his tongue probes the area between my thigh and my
ball-sack. Then lightly under my balls to the other thigh and
the sensitive tissue on the other side.

My head is thrown back again but this time in exquisite pleasure.
I have never had my body caressed this well before. This man is
discovering erotic places on my body that even I hadn’t known
about.

He lightly begins licking my balls and probing deeply beneath
them and all around the sides of them. He works his way up
between them to the base of my cock where he turns his head
sideways to put his lips on the very base of my cock. He laps
the lower shaft then works his way slowly up. My straining cock
feels like it is about to burst. “Please suck me,” I hear myself
saying, “please suck me. Oh, God, please suck me.”

His tongue laps the sides of my dick and the under part of the
shaft and up towards the top it hits a spot just below the slit
where the point of his tongue dances lightly for a few moments
causing my entire cock to tense in an attempt to avoid an impend-
ing explosion. He then grabs my cock from under my balls, forc-
ing my balls up tightly against my cock. His tongue circles the
head of my cock and his lips press against it, widen and envelope
my cock. He sinks his mouth down over half my cock, then pulls
back and sinks again, sucking it like that, sucking it hard and
he’s grabbing my balls and he’s sucking my cock and my head is
going crazy. And he goes deeper on my cock which pushes well
past his throat and he takes my entire cock. And his mouth is
down to my bush and his nose is pressed into me and he pulls back
slightly and is throat-fucking my cock. I can feel the stubble
of his beard on my balls, and his mouth and his throat are hot
and tight, and he is relentlessly sucking my cock. And my hands
are bound above me and my legs are straddled wide and this gor-
geous hot cop-hunk is deep-throating my cock and sucking my cock.
And his hands are grabbing my ass cheeks and his finger is work-
ing my asshole. And his head is bobbing up and down on my cock
and his finger is working its way into my asshole, and he’s
pressing up into my asshole and my head is thrashing from side to
side and I’m moaning really loudly because I can feel something
opening up inside me and I know I’m about to CUMMMMMM!!!!!
AGHHHHHHH!! His finger is working my asshole and my cock is
plunging down his throat and I’m shooting my load right down his
throat and I cum and I cum and I cum and I cum and I cum and I
cum and I cum and I cum. And I’m still cumming and he’s still
finger fucking me and his hot throat is still pumping my cock and
my cock is still pumping into his hot throat.

My body is still convulsing and his mouth is still on my dick.
His finger is still up my ass. And I’m gasping and the convul-
sions are subsiding and I’d drop to the ground if I could, but
I’m still hung from this beam. And my body droops as he lets my
cock out of his mouth and it’s still convulsing little convul-
sions. And he gently works his finger out of my ass, runs his
hands over my ass and down my legs, then sits back in the hay
breathing hard.

He lays back on one arm and his legs are spread toward me. His
huge cock it jutting straight up into the air. As he is looking
at me he reaches down between his crotch and hefts his balls.
Then he moves his hand up to his cock and begins pumping it. His
eyes narrow and he lets out a low moan but he continues to stare
at me. His hand is pumping harder up and down the shaft of his
mighty cock. And he’s stroking it really hard and pounding his
fist up and down the shaft and he head starts oozing thick and
clear pre-cum. I’m sure he is about to shoot when he pulls his
hand away from his cock. It is massively hard and throbbing and
dripping, and pulses on the verge of orgasm.

He gets up and comes over to me again. With his finger he wipes
a glob of the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. He lifts it up
and putting it in my faces, he shows it to me. My mouth opens
slightly. His finger moves to my lips and circles my mouth
spreading his pre-cum around my lips. I move my head up slightly
and my tongue moves out to take his finger. I lick the underside
of his finger, then the sides, then I suck it into my mouth. My
tongue plays with the underside of his finger as my mouth moves
over it, sucking it, in and out. And I suck his finger slowly
and I suck the pre-cum from it. And I am looking into his blue
eyes and I am sucking his finger. And he is looking into my face
and watching me suck it and obviously enjoying the feel of my hot
mouth on finger.

He pulls his finger out of my mouth and presses his lips into
mine. And again his tongue is probing my mouth and my tongue is
exploring his. His hot mouth is all over mine and his hard body
is pressing into mine and I realize he is reaching up and pulling
my arms up and releasing my up-stretched arms from the beam.

He brings my aching arms down in front of me and pushes down on
my shoulder. I compliantly go down to my knees. I am eye-to-eye
with his manhood and my mouth moves toward it, opening. But he
pushes me down more and I have nowhere to go but down into the
hay on my back. He reattaches my hands to the bottom of the beam
and I am bound still, but in a new position. He stands over me
and straddles my body and looks down at me. And I am looking up
at the Colossus of Rhodes whose muscular thighs converge in
manhood where his large balls hang between the crevice of his
manly ass and the tower of his turgid phallus.

He squats over me and kneels, straddling my stomach. His rough
hands run themselves over my chest and sides. He bends to lay
his lips on mine again and his legs go out along the length of
mine as he lays himself beside me, one leg between my legs, hand
on my pectoral, mouth on my mouth. And he runs his hand up and
down my body and it moves to my crotch and it fondles my balls
and probes my asshole and strokes my once-again hard dick.

He then pushes himself up and straddles me again, this time
across my chest. And he moves up until his cock is over my face
and I strain up to touch it with my mouth. He presses the length
of his cock over my face and my mouth is open and my tongue is
lapping the underside of his hot shaft as he is rolling his cock
over my face, over my nose and I can feel its heat as he rolls it
into and over my eyes and along the side of my face. And my
mouth is open and my tongue is greedily lapping at the underside
of his hot huge cock as he rubs it all over my face and I want
nothing more than to be here with his hot, veined cock rubbing
all over my face. And the wetness of my saliva and the smooth-
ness of his veined cock make a slipperiness where he is moaning
softly and pressing his cock into my face and my eyes and making
a fucking motion as he rubs his hot cock all over my face.

And he moves up slightly so that my chin is in his ball sack, and
he moves up a little more so that his balls are over my mouth.
And I want nothing more than to lap on his heavy balls as he rubs
them in my face, and he rubs them back and forth across my face,
and my mouth is open and hungrily lapping his balls as they rub
all over my face. And he presses his balls into my eyes and I
can feel their soft, hot fleshiness on my eyelids and I am moving
my head from side to side and fondling his heavy balls with my
nose and my face, and the heat of his crotch and the heat of his
thighs surround my face and my head and I am enveloped in this
hot cop’s crotch and I never want to leave.

He pushes his balls over my mouth. “Suck on my balls,” he says.
I open my mouth wide. I am lapping his balls and I suck one
gently into my mouth. I release it and I suck in the other one.
“Both of them,” he says, and I stretch my mouth wide and take
both his balls and his entire ball-sack into my mouth.

He leans forward and his body presses his balls into my mouth.
His cock lays against the side of my nose and across my eyes.
“Gnaw on them,” he says, and I grind my teeth gently but firmly
on the ball-sack between his balls and cock. He is groaning out
loud and holding my head with both his hands. “Yeah, suck my
balls,” he says, “Suck my balls.” And I am sucking his balls and
gnawing on his bag. And he is actually very vulnerable to me
now, but I am still in his control, so I gnaw on his balls firm-
ly, but pay close attention to the pressure of his hands and the
sharp in-take of his breath and he is very tense and sensitive
but still pushes his ball-sack into my mouth. He then moves one
hand to the top of my head and the other to his cock. And I
watch him pump the massive shaft of his cock above me as I chew
on his balls and his head is thrown back and he moans.

I am expecting him to cum and I can already feel the hot gobs of
cum on my face. And he is alternately pumping his cock and
rubbing it in my face, and I want to feel his hot cum all over my
face.

He stops pumping and I watch his giant cock throb as it oozes
copious amounts of clear pre-cum. He indicates that he wants me
to release him and I comply as his hot slippery balls pop out of
my mouth. Then he moves back slightly and picks up my head and
points the head of his cock toward my mouth. I open my mouth to
take in his hot meat. He holds my head up and pushes his hot
cock into my mouth and makes my head fuck his hot cop meat and I
want nothing more than to be sucking this hot cop man-tool. And
he shoves his huge cock deeper into my throat and he hugs my head
tight against his crotch and fucks my head as his other hand
leans out to the beam for support. And he’s stretched out above
me, his stomach taut and his chest arched back, and his hips are
rocking as his fat cop cock fucks my mouth in and out and in and
out and in and out. And I hear him moaning like he’s about to
cum and I want nothing more than to feel his hot cop cum shoot
down my throat and spurt with force into my gullet.

And again he stops. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and swings
his leg over me, then the other one back. Suddenly he is strad-
dling me in reverse and I am looking up at his muscular cop back
and his manly, firm cop ass. And he moves his firm ass over my
face and my willing mouth opens. But his ass goes beyond my face
and his balls run over my eyes and he’s leaning forward and
rising up and pushing his cock toward my mouth again. And my
mouth opens and he pushes his cock in and he starts fucking my
mouth. And am watching his balls and his ass going up and down
as he fucks my mouth and this is so hot. And he is grabbing my
balls and suddenly I feel his mouth on my cock and his cock is
fucking my mouth and his mouth is sucking my cock and we are both
fucking each other’s mouth and sucking each other’s cocks and
this energy is going around and around from his cock in my mouth
to my cock in his mouth. And we are writhing and rolling and he
rolls onto his side and I’m on my side and his thighs are locked
around my head and his hot cock is fucking my mouth as I watch
his balls and his ass fucking my mouth, and his hands are grab-
bing my ass and probing my asshole, and we’re sucking and fucking
and sucking and fucking and sucking and in and out and suck and
fuck and suck and fuck and suck and fuck and suck…

He rolls back up onto me and sits up, pulling his cock out of my
mouth. He moves up slightly and pushes his ass onto my face. My
face is now buried in the nirvana of his hot moist crack with his
man’s asshole pressing on my lips. My mouth opens and my tongue
probes the contours of his anus. My lips kiss his sphincter, my
tongue licks the crack, my nose traces the hot sweaty crevice
from cock to coccyx and back to his man-hole. My tongue presses
in and widens the hole and rims the edges, and his body presses
back and wriggles onto my tongue, my mouth, my nose, my face.
And his pelvis is thrusting and his ass is fucking my face and my
tongue is probing his ass and pressing in, deeper and deeper, and
in to his oh so smooth rectum. And my tongue is fucking his ass
and I can see his back arching and his head thrown back, and his
ass is fucking my face and pushing itself into my face, and my
tongue is lapping at every part of his ass and probing into his
anus as deeply as it can go, which isn’t far enough, because it
wants to crawl in and become one with this cop forever fucking,
internally fucking.

And I feel his hands pull my legs up and back and he is leaning
forward and reaching under my ass and pulling my ass up into the
air. And I am still trapped under him, my face in his ass, and
my legs are caught under his arms and my back is curled up off
the ground, my legs spread, my ass in the air. And he is holding
my lower back to keep my ass in the air and he leans forward and
begins licking my balls, then licking that part of my cock below
my balls, and works his way back and he’s licking my open ass.
And his hot mouth hits my up-turned asshole and his hot wet
tongue rims my asshole and probes it open. And he is sitting on
my face and I am sucking his asshole, and he is holding my ass up
and tonguing my butthole. And there are shivers going up my
spine as his hot tongue probes my asshole and my face writhes in
his hot ass as he eats my ass as if it were dessert. And he’s
hugging my lower back and pressing my up-turned ass into his face
and sucking and chewing and tonguing my ass and my balls and he
licks my balls and probes my asshole with his finger as he wrig-
gles his ass into my face and moans and rocks and fucks my face
with his ass and fucks my ass with his finger. And he presses in
a second finger and a third, and he’s stretching my asshole wide
as he lays my ass back down, and he’s fucking me with his hand
and his other hand goes to my hard cock and it strokes it rough-
ly. And his mouth goes to my dick and he sucks on my dick and
fondles my balls and fucks my ass with his fingers while my face
and tongue are buried deep within his hot cop’s ass. And we’re
both rocking our hips and fucking and rocking and sucking and
fucking and sucking…

He stops again and I can hardly take it. I want to cum in his
throat and I want him to cum all over me and he has stopped
again. He gets off me, stands and looks down at me, and he is
breathing hard. His cock is still rock-hard and his balls are
still huge. He is still the gorgeous hot cop who is driving me
crazy and holding me bound captive.

He reaches down, grabs my hips, flips me over and brings me to my
knees. My ass is now sticking up in the air, my arms out-
stretched with my hands still bound to the bottom of the beam.
He kneels down behind me and feels my ass cheeks. His finger
probes my asshole, pushing in and widening it. His finger is
withdrawn and I feel his hands on my hips. Then I feel his mouth
on my ass and his tongue probing my asshole. I push back onto
his tongue because I want more. I want more, I want more, I want
more. “Please fuck me,” I am pleading. “Please fuck me, oh
please, please fuck me, please fuck me.”

I feel him move into position. His hand gropes under my crotch
and strokes my dick and fondles my balls. I hear him spit and I
feel him apply it to my pleading anus. I hear him spit again and
apply it to his rock-hard cop dick. I feel his thighs against my
inner exposed thighs and then I feel the head of his cock on my
asshole as he positions his dick against my willing ass.

I push back a little and he pushes forward. His cock presses
into my ass and my anus widens. I struggle with a sharp pain as
his cockhead pierces my sphincter. He stops while my anus relax-
es over his cock. I press back slightly and he takes the signal
to push forward. His cock is sliding into me slowly, bit by bit,
sliding in and I am stretched so tightly I don’t know if I can
take his entire massive hot cop cock into my ass. But he’s still
pressing inward and I still want his hot cock up my ass, I want
all of it right up inside my ass, buried in my ass and I am
struggling back onto his cock and he is pushing his fat cop cock
slowly up into my ass, and I want it all.

Then suddenly I feel the hilt of his cock, his bushy crotch
against my ass and his entire huge, meaty cop cock is stuffed all
the way up my stretched out ass and we are motionless for a
moment while I enjoy having his big stiff dick filling my ass and
my ass adjusts to having this huge salami stuck up into it.

He is holding my hips and he moves back slightly and pushes in
again. I grunt as he pushes, not yet accustomed to such a big
dick stretching me and probing as deeply as his.

“That’s right, grunt,” he says, “Grunt like the pig you are.”
And he pulls further out and shoves his cock back up to the hilt.
And I grunt again.

“Yeah, grunt while I fuck you, you pig. Grunt while I fuck you
real hard.”

And he pulls his cock half-way out and shoves it back in to the
hilt and starts a rhythmic fucking of my ass as he withdraws his
cock and shoves it back up into my ass. I struggle as his driv-
ing cock feels like it’s going to split me open. And he pulls
back further and plunges in deeper and I don’t know if I can take
this as he starts fucking my ass harder and harder. I’m strug-
gling and wriggling my ass as he ploughs it deeper and deeper and
my head is thrown back and my back is arched inward and my ass is
being held by his rough cop hands and he’s bucking and fucking
and ploughing his fat cop cock up into my hot ass.

“Yeah I’m fucking you hard, you pig, I’m fucking you with my big
cop dick. I’m fucking you hard and you want it. You want it
bad. You want my big fat cop cock stuffed up your ass, fucking
your ass.” And he’s fucking me and bucking and he’s fucking me
hard. And I can feel his cop balls slapping against my balls as
he pulls back and shoves his cock back into my ass and pulls it
out almost all the way and shoves it back in right up to the hilt
and I can feel his balls slapping against mine again. And he’s
fucking me hard and fucking me hard and he slaps my ass as he
fucks me, and now he’s leaning down onto my back and wrapping his
arm around my chest and humping my ass and feeling my chest and
my belly and fucking my ass and reaching down and grabbing my
cock and grabbing my balls and fucking my ass real hard. And
he’s laying on top of me and humping me like a bull and my ass
wants this, it wants to be fucked and I’m grunting and grinding
my ass into his bushy crotch as his fat cop cock shoves its way
up into my ass.

Then he pulls out his cock and flips me back over onto my back.
He throws my legs back up to my shoulders and leans his cock back
into my ass. I’m now facing this hot hunk or an athlete-cop
whose fucking my ass. And he’s on his knees and my ass is im-
paled on his cock and he reaches down and is stroking my dick and
fucking me really nicely all of a sudden, and he’s fucking me
really nicely with his giant hot cock cop. And my legs are up
over his shoulders now and he’s ploughing my ass and stroking my
cock with his rough cop hands and he’s driving me out of my mind
with pleasure. My ass just wants all the hot cop cock it can get
into it as deeply as it can get it and it’s bouncing up and down
on his huge cop cock. And I’m watching him pump my ass, his
hairy chest heaving, his tits hard and pointed, his stomach
muscles tensing and contracting and his hips thrusting his hot
cop cock up into my ass, his exposed, naked cop ass pounding away
at me, fucking me, fucking me, oh so good, fucking me, stroking
my dick, fucking my ass, oh fuck me, yeah fuck me, oh harder, oh
deeper, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME,
FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, ARHHHHH! AAAARHHHHH! OH GOD, OH FUCK
ME, FUCK ME, UNHHHH, AIHHHHHHHH! UNHH! And I’m cumming like a
rocket and he’s beating my meat and I’m shooting into the air and
I’m cumming hard, and I realize he’s cumming too. And his head
is thrown back and I’m not the only one screaming and he’s cum-
ming and fucking my ass to beat the band and I can feel his hot
cum squirting hard up inside me, and he’s bucking and thrusting
and his hot cop ass is pounding my ass and my legs are wrapped
around him ’cause I don’t want him to stop and his bushy cop
crotch is shoving his huge cock up into my ass, and I’m going
nuts, my head is exploding and writhing and my ass is still
trying to shove itself deeper onto his giant hot cop cock. And
he’s slowing down but still pumping into my ass getting the best
strokes in, and he’s holding my hips and shoving his hips into my
ass with his head thrown back and his hot hairy cop chest thrown
out and his hot cop stomach muscles flexing with each thrust.
And he’s leaning toward me still fucking and his fierce eyes are
looking down at me and his jaw is slack and he’s leaning down
over me and laying his body over me and putting his mouth on mine
and still fucking my ass and laying his head next to mine and
laying his body over mine. And my legs are up around his back
and he’s laying on top of me and he’s still fucking me slowly and
my legs are holding him tight and I don’t want to let him off of
me and I don’t want to let his cock out of my ass.

He’s laying on top of me and we’re both covered with my cum and
his cum is dripping out of my ass. And my legs are still around
him and his cock is still up my ass and I don’t want to move.
And we’re both heaving and panting and catching our breaths and I
don’t want the warmth of his body to leave me.

We slowly relax and the spasms subside. He’s still inside of me,
but it’s not as tight. My eyes are closed and I’m feeling the
warmth of his neck on mine and the warmth of his face on mine.
I’m feeling the warmth of his body on mine and the pleasure of
his cock still in my ass. And in post-orgasmic bliss I drift off
into unconsciousness.

When I awaken, I am unbound. The cop is cradling me in his naked
lap like a piata and rubbing my red wrists. I put my arms around
the bulk of his chest and lean my face into the softness and
warmth of his pectoral and armpit. He has been wiping my body
clean and is rocking me slowly. Everything is quiet except for
the ringing of the silence and the far distant slow pulsing of an
airplane. I have no desire to move. My hand moves up and down
the muscular back that I’m now allowed to caress and as I snuggle
closer he pulls his jacket up over us. I recognize his smell in
it as I drift back into a warm cradled sleep.

People all around grabbed their belongings and scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile. Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed at a short distance and saw that she was laughing at something тАУ that same girl heТd sat next to on the train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard. It wasnТt my business, but I kept wondering. A friend had been generous enough to offer me his spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in Chocolate City. There had always been something about the air in Washington that allowed the little head to take control of all higher functions. It was evident in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I thought I had drawn a line that I wouldnТt cross, but the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told myself as a consolation, he was ugly. But in truth, I wanted the sensation of his hips pressed against my thighs.

I was hungry. The smell of burgers with bacon, double meat and trans fats announced as neon beacons asking – clog thy Willie? I think not! Instant Chinese wasnТt much better, but it wasnТt as bad as the burger and fries. The food court on the second floor proved interesting. I found a spot advantageous to people watching with all the gender bias I could put into the art. The “obvious” twenty somethingТs were wearing their jeans teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around the waist – the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I wondered if IТd be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didnТt matter. Nature was calling.

I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the bathroom to see who was going in, how long they stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing off the last of my snack, I headed toward the down escalator. There was a bookstore, coffee stand and a luggage shop that gave a partial view of who went in and out of the menТs room. Not a lot of traffic between arrivals and departures, and the entryway provided plenty warning. Turning into the bookstore I caught glance of a familiar profile out the corner of my eye. Pretending not to notice that he had noticed, I turned my back and picked up an issue of Ethnic Cuisine. His wife or so I thought, was saying something about the time. Something about a delay and souvenirs. Business. Kids. Crowded. Love. Concert. Wonderful friend. A lot of cooing. She was definitely trying too hard! I stopped listening. Shortly after they went to the seating area where he left her engrossed in the pages of a book and headed toward the toilet. After about a minute or so I figured he was involved in some serious number two or waiting. “Can I help you find anything?” His wife was an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?

“Sir?” I hadnТt noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine.

“No thank you. I was just browsing.” I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by the sink next to his and he turned to see who had walked in. I gave a polite nod and stepped over. With practice you can check out a guys cock without him even knowing. The guy next to me still had work to do in that department. When I saw his head angling for my prick, I turned to look him in the eye and gave a half smile. Redness shot into his face. He swallowed, shifted then fumbled for his zipper. “So where are you headed” I asked, which threw him a bit and he just sort of stood there holding his dick not knowing whether to put it away or to play out the scene.

“Um. Actually a business trip” New York or some place East. I didnТt really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out.

“Business trip. With your wife?”

“SheТs not my wife” he started but then trailed off. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not the Misses.

“No need to explain” I said and started to piss. On queue my dick started to swell and slow the flow to a trickle. I let out a breath of relief that was a little unnecessary, I could see that his cock had started doing a little rising of its own. I realized I was already crossing the imaginary line IТd drawn earlier. What excuse had I made to dismiss him? He slyly started stroking his cock and turned without shame to stare at me and did something I hadnТt expected, he reached over, grabbed my throbbing meat and pulled me to him. The precum oozed out and lubed the head of my fully erect prick. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop him our mouths came together. I didnТt really want to stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. “Wait” he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the time IТd gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. “IТm Jason” he whispered.

In my head I was already out the door. IТd seen what I came to see, got my sexual buzz on, and now it was no longer safe. “I could get arrested” was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the sweetest thing IТd felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little, and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down the drain. Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasnТt certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped heТd swallow. He looked as though heТd do anything to please me. “Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock donТt you Jason?” I goaded him and he responded that heТd take all I had to give. “You donТt get much dick from your girl” I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. “You deserve some cock in your life donТt you boy! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?” He looked at me and begged.

“Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all.” I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then bending down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest friend found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head bent down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. “Yes” was what I heard and then a final click, someone was coming. I could feel his ass grip my finger three quick times in secession before I removed it from his puckered hole. He gasped and realized the sound of wheels on tile and shot up from the floor grazing the side of my face. Ouch. We both snapped to attention facing the urinal as though a sergeant had yelled ATTENTION! My heart was pounding, his shirt half un-tucked, and my balls not cooperating got nicked by my zipper. Two throbbing cocks hovering over urinals refusing to surrender. The proverbial white flag was the cum rag offered through the intrusion of a stranger.

The guy that came checked himself in the mirror and headed toward the stalls. Jason was slowly stroking his cock to the rhythm of the other mans steps that neither of us had turned to see. His foot falls stopped behind us and changed direction where he parked right next to me, and whipped out a semi hard uncut dark brown Asian cock. It was obvious what was going on but he seemed stiff and too afraid to look. There was a recognizable gasp from my left and I saw Jason wasting his seed in the urinal. One, two, three, too many bullets to count. Wads onto the porcelain. Drip drop. It raced down like stallions at a six lane track in distinct trails. His body involuntarily slumped forward, back, then forward again. The guy next to me pretended not to notice. Jason quickly became the outward heterosexual on a business trip with his mistress after his spasm. Tucked his shirt, started to say something but didnТt and was gone before his jizz had even settled. After a moment I turned to the guy standing next to me. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward pointing out that he wore a wedding band. I returned his knowing smirk, zipped up, grabbed my bag and left him in the echoes of my footsteps. Outside in the fresh air, I lit a cigarette and felt the stickiness of Jason on my balls. My friends Toyota rounded the corner shortly after I finished my stag and he greeted him with a warm familiar smile. “You havenТt been waiting too long I hope.”

“Nah. The train just got here only a few minutes ago.”

“Are you hungry?”

“IТm starved” I told him. “LetТs go to that little place you like. What was the name of it?”

“Cafe Asia.”

“ThatТs it. For some reason IТm craving Pan Asian.”

I always did have a big appetite.