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I then took a 1.5″ ball stretcher and attached it to his balls. It had
a separator snap on the end and a D-ring attached to it. After getting
his balls in to the leather device. I attached a short leather thong to
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I had Steve strip and placed leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.
I secured either wrist to a flange at either side of the tailgate using
spring clips. Stepping back a checking things out I get two tent spikes
and drive them into the ground just about one foot behind Steve’s out
stretched legs. Using short nylon ropes I tie either ankle to a stake.

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I had Steve strip and placed leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.
I secured either wrist to a flange at either side of the tailgate using
spring clips. Stepping back a checking things out I get two tent spikes
and drive them into the ground just about one foot behind Steve’s out
stretched legs. Using short nylon ropes I tie either ankle to a stake.

His outstretched body ass up, was so erotic in the dim moonlight.
His ass just begged to be fucked. I grabbed the duffel bag with the
toys in it. I first removed the small butt plug. Once finding the
Lube I lubed it up and then proceeded to lube up Steve’s ass. I slowly
inserted the plug into his ass. His ass muscles were tight due to
being stretched out. I could tell he was enjoying it by his moaning.

Anticipating the traffic going home on Monday, we stayed Monday night and
would head home Tues morning. The weekend was set. We could party with
the crowd s through the weekend and enjoy the slowed pace on Monday night.

The bars were considerably less crowded on Monday evening, mostly a nice
mixture of local people. After about midnight the Woods began to wind
down from the all weekend pace. We decided to take a detour on the
way back to our camp th rough Armstrong Woods.

We stopped and parked soaking in the darkness and the silence. There were
none of the campers from the weekend left in the park. We decided to get
out of the truck and look around. The darkness was soothing and the
silence was calm ing. Steven grabbed me from behind and held on to me
tightly. I could feel his cock growing as he rubbed it against my shorts.
I had a pair of tight 501 shorts and my chaps over them. I lowered the
back of the truck and laid back as Steve started licking at my shorts.
He started at my boots and licked my leather all the way up my leg
to my crotch. He worked the buttons open with his teeth until he had
his prize. Steve licked at my balls, just the way he knows I like it.

Jeff removed his underwear. Reaching gently into Peter’s underwear,
Jeff squeezed his supple penis. It was very hard, and Jeff couldn’t
wait to feel it deep within his mouth. Removing Peter’s underwear,
Jeff fondled Peter’s penis. He couldn’t wait another second. Placing
his head right over Peter’s penis, he took his entire cock deep into
his mouth. It tasted wonderful. It filled his mouth with warmth and
love. Rhythmically moving his head up and down on Peter’s cock, Jeff
was in ecstasy.

“Oh, all right, ma, all right, I’m getting up.” I groused as
I dragged my limp, nude body out of my bed and into the
bathroom. My mother’s voice, now having to go through the
bathroom door in addition to the stairs, yelled at me from
the kitchen, “Now, wear a nice suit, dear. We don’t want
Brother Michael to think we’re uncouth.”

“All right, ma, all right.” I grumped. I showered, shaved,
pulled on that damned suit, and managed to eat some
breakfast before we had to go. I hated church, my mother
knew that. What a new minister was supposed to do was
beyond me.

I watched with a pleased fascination from our usual
front-row seat as Brother Michael took the pulpit. You know
how most ministers for a small town look; either fat and
covered with acne, or tall, thin and gangly, also covered
with acne. Brother Michael, in a sea of acne, was a vision
of clear-faced masculinity. Strong, sharp cheekbones,
coal-black hair and the strongest, piercing blue eyes I’d
ever seen. His body showed a lifetime of working out,
strong round shoulders, his rippling muscles defying their
confinement in the harsh black shirt and pants he wore. I
had to keep looking at his collar, that square of white at his
thick throat, to remind myself not to look at his crotch.

Then he stepped from behind the pulpit and perched
on the railing; and I was lost. He was sitting right in front of
me, his legs spread wide in tight black pants, showing, to
me and only me, a bulging basket with a thick rod making
a lump down one inseam. Brother Michael definitely
“dressed left”, and did not wear underwear! I rubbed my
own crotch while I feasted on the sight.

Before I knew it, the sermon was over. I groggily got to
my feet and joined the line of parishioners leaving the
church.

Brother Michael was at the door, greeting his flock as
they exited, and my family, at the front of the church, was
the last to file out. “Greetings, sister.” he said to my mother.

“Oh, Brother Michael, you have to come to dinner with
us one day.” my mother gushed. I guess she thought it was
religious zeal, but she was almost drooling as she said this.
I was kind of drooling myself.

“Thank you, sister, but I would have to ask for it to be
two months from now. So many of my flock to visit. Of
course, I’d like to come visit.”

And we dawdled at the door while they set a date
nearly three months from now. Brother Michael wasn’t
going to have to do much of his own cooking.

“And what about your family.” my mother asked.

“I am single, Mrs. Johnson.” he replied, giving mother
a title she didn’t really deserve. I was a bastard child, and
my mother and I were all the family there was. Maybe that’s
why my mother is so religious.

“Oh, but that can’t be.” my mother resounded. “My own
husband passed away three years ago, and I know how
lonely it is.” My mother just added three years of Purgatory
to her sentence with that lie, I was thinking, and so I was
nearly laughing when Brother Michael turned his devastat-
ing smile on me.

“And you, man.” he said. “I could use some help
unpacking if you have a few hours.”

I could only nod weakly. My mother admonished me to
be home in time for supper and to bring Brother Michael if
I wished. I agreed, and followed Brother Michael back into
the church.

He led me to the minister’s house next door, into the
kitchen and through the house. Everything was put away,
everything was in place.

“I don’t understand.” I said. “What do you need me
for?”

Brother Michael led me into the bedroom, also neatly
arranged. Inside, he closed the door and turned to me. “I
had to make some excuse for your mother.” he said and
took me in his arms! Before I knew it, we were kissing, his
tongue invading my passive body, my arms around his
neck while his huge hands pulled my buttocks apart.

“I don’t get it.” I said when I finally got my mouth free.
“How did you know?” I didn’t try to pretend I wasn’t
aroused; my cock was pressing against his leg at this very
moment.

Brother Michael smiled. “You spend the entire service
staring at my groin and rubbing yourself, and I’m not
supposed to know?”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, then, I’d better get out of these
church clothes. I dropped the blazer on the floor and
tugged off my tie,while he unbuttoned his collar and took off
the stiff white cleric’s collar at his throat. Then he unbut-
toned his shirt and I unbuttoned mine while watching in
fascination. Every button he undid seemed to pop aside,
freeing his massive pectorals, showing the light coat of hair
between his breasts. His body seemed to shout for joy as
it was finally freed from the bondage of the minister’s
clothes. As he finished and pulled it off, I reached for his
breasts and stroked them lightly, not aggressively, just
making sure that big body was real. It was.

Brother Michael reached and undid his pants, and I
said, “Let me do it.” And I unzipped him, revealing a thick
coat of pubic hair. I knew there was no underwear, I knew
it! As the zipper reached bottom, I saw just the hint of his
cock and balls, and I reached in, down his left pants’ leg,
and freed his stiffening schlong, and it sprang out at me.

God, it was huge! It must have been 10 inches of thick,
uncut meat!!! I grabbed hold of it while he unzipped me to
return the favor. We kissed again, this time fiercely, while
we pleasured each other with our hands.

I don’t remember when I did it, or how, but I was
suddenly on my knees in front of Brother Michael, sucking
on his long schlong, his hands on my head, force-feeding
me all of it with each stroke. I was smothering, but I didn’t
care!

Brother Michael broke free and we frantically pulled off
our shoes and socks, then pants and my underpants, to be
now naked together. Brother Michael eased me back on the
bed, and we kissed while he spread my legs and maneuvered between them. He stretched from where he was to
the nightstand drawer, and there pulled out a tube of lube.
I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear. Brother Michael, our
minister, was about to fuck me.

He greased up his long manmeat and then inserted a
lube-coated finger into my ass. My butt gratefully made
room for him. “Have you done this before?” he asked.

“No, but I want it.” I said. “I want all of it.”

He laughed. “You’ll get it, brother.” And he moved back
into fucking position, pulled my legs to around his slim
waist, and gently slid it in.

I took all of it, easy! I’d never known before how easy
it was to be fucked. Maybe I was just so hot, but all I know
is that there was no pain, none at all. All I felt was a wild
sense of gratitude while my preacher slid his long cock into
my ass where it was welcomed like an old friend.

He saw there was no need for the gentleness he’d
obviously planned, and he rode me like a horseman, and I
was his hot stallion.

The bed groaned and creaked with the unaccustomed
exercise. I looked over Brother Michael’s heaving shoulders
to, of all things, the crucifix at the foot of his bed. He had it
there so he could see it, first thing in the morning and last
thing at night. A nearly naked man hanging from the cross.
Somehow, in a totally non-religious way, the meaning fit.

Brother Michael was grunting now, as his long schlong
invaded my ass, plunging in and out at a furious speed.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me, brother, fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah, little brother.” he gasped. “Oh, you feel so
good.”

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me. Ah, ah, ahhh!” I was coming,
and I groaned as my load shot out of my cock and onto this
big man.

As my come hit him, Brother Michael said, “Oh, yeah,
shoot it on me, all of it! Oh, oh, uh, uhhh!” and he was
coming, a massive load being sprayed deep into my
bowels. And Brother Michael collapsed on top of me,
crushing me with his heavy body, and my last look before
falling asleep was a blurred crucifix, in which the cross
vanished, leaving only a near nude man, his hands raised
in a benediction.

I slept only a short time, for when I awoke, Brother
Michael was still atop me, his shoulders still pulsating. I
kissed his shoulder gently and he nibbled on my neck.

We got up and got dressed in silence, then at his
insistence, knelt a time in prayer of thankfulness at the joys
our bodies had given us and each other. He seemed to
have no trouble reconciling his religion with his needs. We
arose and I felt amazingly refreshed, ready for anything.

As I returned home, my coat and tie slung across my
shoulder, my mother saw me. “That didn’t take too long.
What did you think of our new minister?”

“I think I should go to church more often.” I told her.
“He’s asked me to come over every day after school, to
help him out.”

And my mother said a prayer of joy at her son being
guided to the light. If she only knew. If she only knew!

As I took some pictures, his penis continued to thicken and
lengthen until I could ignore it no longer. I was committed to doing a
tasteful calendar and erections had no place in it.
“Uh, we have a problem,” I said.
“Yeah, I know,” he admitted, blushing as the issue was brought out.
“Why don’t we just talk for a while. Maybe that will help get
your mind off this shoot,” I said.
He nodded. We sat down on a couple of chairs and chatted for a
while about our classes and the usual college small talk. I glanced at
his dick occasionally to watch for any progress, but none was forthcoming.
“This just isn’t going to work. I’m sorry, but the idea of having
my picture taken in the nude is too exciting for me.”
“That’s all right…Maybe there’s something else you could do to
get rid of it…”
He caught my gist and nodded. “I know. I thought of that. I’ll
go try it.”
Sam got up and headed for the changing room, but turned at the doorway.
“Can I do it out here?” he asked, a blush coming to his cheeks at
his request. I didn’t know Sam very well. I had only met him once
before, but I was now very intrigued. It appeared as if I had a little
exhibitionist on my hands.

When I called up Jon, he asked if Jason, the guy who was fourth on
my list and whom I didn’t know, could come along.
“You mean photograph you together?” I asked, confused.
“No, we just wondered if we could watch while the other did it.
Like moral support,” Jon explained.
“Sure, that’s fine.”
Anything they could do to make it easier for themselves was fine
with me. I really didn’t know Jon too well, so I wasn’t sure what I was
going to do with him, and I didn’t know Jason at all.
When I arrived at the studio I just unpacked my equipment and
looked at possible set ups. I saw few things I could try and then they
showed up.
Jon Nelson was about 6′2″, thin but well-proportioned. He was all
wiry muscle and angular in look. He had black straight hair which he let
grow a little long in back. His eyes were small and brown. He had a long
thin nose and thing lips in a long, thin, but attractive face.
He undressed first and then Jason went and changed. While Jon had
changed, I’d set up a scenario I thought would work. It was a black and
white checkered background and I placed a black stool in front. Black
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boy who was starting to show signs of man. He was a young man the way a
colt is part gangly animal and part magical apparition. He wore his
awkwardness like a beetle wears its shell, to cover up the soft inside.
He was my high school friend. He sometimes flirted with me, just to
practice. I watched him hesitating on the cusp of growing up. If he had
been more self-assured I would have been smitten, and if I had been any
more self-assured I’d have taken him — easy, the way his hormones were
trembling and threatening to spill over, like water from a glass. But I
was not the one he chose for his first affair.
Mr. White had just been hired to teach at the high school. He was on
a three-year contract, and that was all the longer he would stay, because
teachers like him are never hired back. He must have interviewed in his one
regular suit — he’d never have gotten the job dressed the way he usually
did, in old, old clothes, antique three-piece suits and wire-rimmed glasses
and a watch and chain. He was hired to teach drama, of course — that’s
probably why they let him slip by — and English. He *looked* English,
actually, like a headmaster at a shabby third cousin of Eton. He had bright,
lavishly-lashed eyes and a moustache that curled. No one in our remote
little town had never seen anything like him. He was like a time traveler
who had taken a very wrong stop. He could not have been expected to have
anything in common with a bunch of ranchers’ sons and daughters. Nevertheless
a few of us had determined that we were not going to be hicks. We were over
him like flies on honey.

Jon was skittish around Mr. White from the start, manic even. For
about a week he joined the other boys, raving about what a fruit and a
faggot the new teacher was. But by the end of the second week of school he
had arranged to join three extracurricular clubs — the Thespians, the school
paper, and a modern novel study group — so he could be near him.
On any given day Jon could be found before class, after class, and
often at lunch in Mr.White’s room. I knew that because I was in the habit
of dropping by at those times myself. Of all the students who clustered
around the new teacher, I was the closest to understanding just why he
seemed so odd. He was so completely different from any other man I’d ever
known, in his eccentricity so sweet and strange, that of course I began
cruising him almost right away. I was just learning that having sex with
a person could teach me things about them and about myself, and I was sure
Mr. White was a wealth of things I wanted to know.
But he made no responde to my attempts to interest him. Not a
negative response — just *none*. He didn’t even seem to notice. He
took flirtation as another indication of friendliness, and was friendly
in return. I didn’t feel rejected, exactly, because it dawned on me that
Mr. White would never want me the way he wanted Jon.
I watched Jon become a golden boy as the teacher gentled him like
a wild thing. He went from edgy and defensive to a secure position as
Mr. White’s sidekick. He starred in the plays; he was ace reporter; he
grew handsomer and more confident as he was courted.
Our town was so small and so remote no one saw it for what it was,
not eve, at first, Jon himself. Everybody thought they knew what a faggot
was — it was practically synonymous with “stranger” — but after they got
to know Mt. White he turned out not to fit the ideas they had, the faggot
baiting ceased and was forgotten. Only I knew that a careful dance was
being done between Jon and Mr. White — I knew it because I had wanted to
do that dance myself. I was their witness first in secret, and later I was
the only one either of them trusted to talk about the other. So in the end
I danced with them, a sometimes-awkward third, as Jon gew more golden and
Mr. White grew hungry for him.

It was late in our senior year. One night after a play rehearsal
ended early we got in Mr. White’s old round Volve and drove to his house.
Neither Jon nor I were expected home for a couple of hours, and it was
not the first time the three of us had stolen time so we could hang out
together away from school. Mr. White had no friends in town expect those
few pet students who weren’t put off by his eccentricity, and Jon and I liked
to escape our student roles and pretend we were grownups who could spend
our time as we liked. Besides, befriending Mr. White had made us feel less
like we belonged in our community, and all year long we’d spent as much time
with him as we could — a support system had formed between the three of us
to the exclusion of everyone else.
There was a massage table set up in the living room, although I was
sure it was hardly ever used. As far as I knew Mr. White rarely had guests
of any kind. But when Jon saw it he insisted that he wanted a massage; he’d
never had a real one, he wanted to try it.
“I can’t do it through clothes,” Mr. White said, and I really think he
was trying to put Jon off. But Jon replied, “I’ll take them off, then,” and
began shucking his t-shirt. For a split second the man looked panicked, but
when he glanced over at me, for help or permission, I held out a joint I had
fished from my bag. I had a feeling I was supposed to be there for this,
that maybe Jon wouldn’t have been so forward it he and the teacher had been
alone. “Go ahead, I’m occupied,” I said, pulling a couple of Mr.White’s
art books off the shelf, opening ‘The Collected Aubrey Beardsley.’ I didn’t
look at it, rhough. I watched Jon’s body emerge, watches the golden hairs
on his arms and legs catch the low lamplight. And I watched Mr.White’s eyes
follow his movements; Jon was turned away so he couldn’t see how both of us
lapped up his beauty as he revealed it. He was slender, just beginning to
muscle, and his skin looked so soft that I wondered how Mr.White would be
able to touch it. My panties felt slick. I squeezed my legs together and
watched as Jon got on the table. All nonchalance, he lay back with his
head on his hands like a boy in an Eakins painting, like it was a century
ago and he’d just crawled out of the swimming hole to lie in the sun, his
cock lolling on his thigh, but I saw him trying to control his too-fast
breath, I saw he had put his hands behind his head to hide their shaking.
“I feel funny being the only one naked,” he said, and he wasn’t
addressing this to me. Mr.White’s eyes went wide, he pretended not to hear
as he hunted in a heavy old cabinet for massage oil, but Jon insisted: “Take
your clothes off too. I feel silly like this.”
I tried to disappear into the cushions. I was afraid Mr. White
wouldn’t do anything with me there; I wanted to watch his hands carressing
Jon, and I wanted to see *him* naked, too. More, I wanted something to happen
to give Mr. White pleasure — I thought abot how lonely he must be, his bed
as empty as his massage table. He desires Jon, and I wanted him to have him.
I hid behind the big volume of Beardsley, lowering my eyes in intent study
of the fey young dandies sprouting huge cocks, and watched my two friends
through my lowered lashes.
For twenty years I have marveled at Mr.White’s courage in the face
of the fear he must have felt: stripping his clothes off in front of a
woman (I don’t think he ever had), exposing his body so like the naked
androgynes in the Maxfield Parrish prints that decorated his walls, and
reaching to touch a boy who, by the laws of the state was only just barely
old enough. That night I marveled at the way he looked, even naked, like
he had landed in the wrong time, and how looking at them filled me, choked
me with lust, and the excitement summered in my without boiling, for I
was only there to witness. The man warmed a pool of oil in his fine, slender
hands and touched the boy, just lightly. “Here, turn over,” he said.
Jon lay on his stomache on the table, head turned toward me, eyes
half closed. Mr. White held his shoulders for an instant and Jon sighed,
giving up a bit of his fright to the warmth of the man’s hands on his skin.
Then Mr. White began sweeping strokes down Jon’s body and I realized I didn’t
have to pretend not to be there, not to see: my presence had not prevented
their touching, it wouldn’t stop now that it had begun. I let the book
fall and watched openly, watched Mr.White’s cock rise, growing with each
stroke as if hands were stroking it to fullness. I watched him grow
mesmerized, his hands on the young body he had wanted for so long. I learned
how to watch that night, for I could feel the strokes of his oiled hands
on me as I watched as if they were on my own flesh, and I could feel Jon’s
tender boy-skin under my hands as if I were the one touching him. I stayed
curled in the corner of the sofa, wanting to be just there, one hands on my
pussy squeezing tight and the other holding my breast, realizing I could
make love with both of them just with my eyes.

Mr. White was making love with his hands, and Jon was moving his
body subtly into them, responding to the touch in a way I knew was sexual –
it was the way I moved when someone touched me. He let out an occasional
little sound, and his breath was even now, but beginning to quicken again,
not in fear this time. No one has ever touched him like this before, I
thought, and another jolt of arousal coursed through me, thinking that Jon
was a virgin. The man was exploring him, every inch of skin oiled now and
gleaming in the light, every muscled traced and kneaded, every curve of his
body voluptuously stroked. Each time he stroked up Jon’s thighs and over the
muscles of his ass Mr. White brough his hands closer together, testing the
boy’s response as he came neared the cleft of his asscheeks. I could feel my
cunt frankly wet through my panties now, and Jon squirmed in an encouraging
way each time the hands neared, raising his ass for more pressure. Mr. White
responded by stroking harder, pulling the cheeks apart each time; I couldn’t
see the puckered anal ring from where I was sitting, but I felt sure that
if I could, I would come. I wondered if Jon had never had anything in his
ass — when I masturbated I sometimes slid a finger into mine, or fucked
myself with a candle, and I thought about him sliding a slick wax taper
up his ass in the secrecy of his room, getting used to the feeling and pumping
it in and out, and I thought of him fucking himself in the ass and thinking
of Mr. White’s long, slim cock sliding up into his soft hotness there –
and I did come.
I didn’t make much noise, but enough for them to hear me. Jon let out
a real moan then, and I saw that he had begun to thrust, stroking his cock
against the table. Mr. White stopped him with the pressure of a hand. “Turn
back over now, Jon,” he said, in a voice I had never heard him use, low and
sexual and almost enough to make me come a second time.

Jon’s cock was hugely hard, an incongruous man’s cock jutting up from
his boy’s body, and seeing it I wanted to climb onto the table and lower
myself down on it, take him, be the first, almost as much I wanted to watch.
I could scarcely believe Mr. White had the self-control not to reach
right for it, but he teased Jon — or maybe he was intent on giving him a
good massage in spite of himself. He stroked up and down the boy’s body,
missing the cock each time, but attentive instead to nipples and belly, until
Jon started to buck again with desire. A beaded strand of pre-come gleamed
in his downy belly-hair like a spider’s dewed web, and I wanted to lick
it off, but thought if I waited maybe I’d get to watch Mr. White do it.

During the next near-brush with his cock Jon lifted his hand, and for
a moment I thought he was going to touch himself in frustration. But he
reached for Mr.White and took the man’s cock, which leaped and strained
at his first tentative touch, and began to stroke it. Mr. White gasped,
then said, “Jon…” Jon tugged on Mr. White’s cock, pulling the man
closer. “Your mouth — please…” Jon said. “Your mouth, I want it…
I want to feel it…”
Mr. White moved closer, all semblance of massage gone with the boy’s
request, and stroked Jon’s cock a few times, taking its measure, getting
the full feel of it in his hands. Then he bent to run his tongue up and
down his length — Jon started gasping immediately — and then sucked the
head into his mouth. I thought Jon would come righ taway, but the man knew
what he was doing. He remained still until the boy’s orgasm ebbed, and
then began sucking his cock in earnest, pulling it all the way down his
throat, drawing back to just tongue the tip, keeping the rhythm just uneven
enough that Jon could keep from coming. He held the boy’s calls clasped
in one hand and squeezed them — whenever he squeezed them harder I
heard Jon gasp.

I had pulled my panties aside and had three fingers deep in my cunt.
I was dreaming about kneeling next to Mr. White and taking his cock deep
down my throat, maybe wetting a finger and sliding it up his ass, but I was
afraid. I was sure he had had his cock sucked by plenty of men. I hadn’t
done it very much, and I didn’t want to do it badly in comparison. I
contented myself with watching him, trying to figure out what exactly he was
doing to Jon. Whatever it was, he was responding like it was an angel whose
lips were wrapped around his dick, not just his teacher’s.
Jon had begun to murmur: “I want it, I want it…” rhythmically,
entranced. He was twisting his torso, trying to reach Mr. White’s cock
with his mouth, trying to suck him in return. Mr. White finally knelt over
him on the table, obliging him, and Jon went for his cock with the hunger
of an overripe virgin. He held the man by the waist and tried to bring him
down closer, tried to get more of hic cock, and Mr. White swallowed all of
Jon’s cock and, with a moan, began thrusting into Jon’s mouth. Jon took it,
moaning too. His oiled body still gleamed in the lamplight, golden, and he
fucked up into his teacher’s throat.

I had been coming for five minutes by the time they finally came, Jon
shooting with a last hard thrust and what would have been a yell if his mouth
hadn’t been so full, and Mr. White with a long groan, in immediate response.
The boy took the man’s come like he’d sucked cock before, but I don’t think
he ever had. He lay whimpering a little after his blast, suckling at the
man’s softening cock and breathing hard. After a while Mr. White turned
around and held him, and Jon buried his head in his neck and hugged him
close — once again I saw the young boy in him, and wondered what would
happen now that that boy was playing tug-o-war with man.
Mr. White came to me and kissed me, once, lingeringly, before he
took Jon to the shower to scrub off the oil, letting me have the scent of
the boy’s sweet cum. I rose and went to the empty massage table, running my
fingertips on the warm oily surface. At my feet the Beardsley book lau
open, a black-haired young fop sprouting an enormous erection, fondled by
a man much older than he.

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.

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place. Minutes later I now had a set of breast that several women that I know would be jealous of. Next I opened the clasp on a beautiful black lace half bra. I quickly but carefully positioned the bra into place and closed the clasp. (A task that I have become quite good at)

Next I stood and pulled the black lace thong panty into place. Being careful to pull my now hardening cock between my legs and wedging it between my ass checks. I slowly lifted the black lace slip over my head and let it drop into place. My short black leather mini skirt and then my white sheer blouse followed this. The black bra and my enhanced cleavage were clearly visible through the sheer material. The last thing was my 4″ black leather stappy pumps. I was now ready to be a woman. What I was not aware of was that two guys were down at the pond and heard me rustling through the bags and decided to investigate. I had just laid down on the blanket and started licking and sucking on the rubber dildo that I had brought with me.

I was lost in what I was doing when the guys came up beside me. One of them cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up in horror to find to guys watching me suck the dildo. I went to stand up so that I could run and fell flat on my face. They both laughed at me. I made my way to my feet and began to run until my heels got stuck in the grass and I fell again. The taller of the two helped me up and dragged me back to the blanket. The shorter of the two said, “Well what do we have here?” I stood there and said nothing. That’s when he said that I shouldn’t be wasting my time sucking on a rubber dildo when there was two perfectly good cocks there. I started to protest when he said that if I wanted to dress like a woman that I should be treated like one. That’s when he unzipped his fly and hauled out a fat wrinkly cock that was at least five inches long and two and a half inches around and still completely flaccid. By far the biggest cock that I had ever seen. He grabbed my wig and pulled me to him. He pushed me to my knees on the blanket and started moving closer. I started to pull away and he informed me that if I didn’t do as they said that they would beat the shit out of me and cut off my dick.

He told me to start sucking and he pushed his cock into my face. I had no way to escape so I slowly opened my mouth. He told me to lick it first. I slowly run my tongue across the head and then up and down the sides. His monster cock started to grow and kept growing until it was over 10 inches long and more than three inches around. Once he was fully erect he grabbed my wig and forced the head of his cock into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth open as much as I could to allow the mushroom shaped head to enter. Once he had the head in, he started to force more in. I felt it hit the back of my throat. That just spurred him on and he pushed harder until he was entering my throat. I started to gag and he pulled back for a second before slamming his cock forward again and soon he had at least six inches in my mouth and throat. I thought that I was going to die. He continued to push more until he realized that I couldn’t handle anymore. He told me to use my throat muscles to milk his cock. I slowly started to swallow and managed to get another inch in my mouth.

By now the taller of the two guys was getting impatient and wanted his turn. The shorter one pulled his cock out and slapped me in the face with the monster. As soon as he stepped a side I had my first look at the taller man’s already erect cock. It was much shorter and no where near as thick but was uncircumcised. He stepped forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. My jaw was burning from the monster that was just removed so I was actually happy to see that he was only average sized. He slowly continued pushing until his balls were touching my chin. That’s when he started really giving it to me. He would pull out all but the head and slam it all back in again. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him when the shorter guy climbed behind me and pulled up my skirt. He could clearly see my erect cock through the lace panties and commented on how I must enjoy being a woman. Then all of a sudden he yanked down my panties and spit on my ass. I realized what he was about to do and wanted to stop him but there was a part of me that was really enjoying it.

He worked a finger into my ass, then two. Soon he was reaming me with three fingers. He was stretching my hole to accommodate his monster tool. I was so enjoying the cock in my throat that I didn’t resist when he started pushing his cock into my ass. I had to stop sucking the taller guys cock to keep from biting him as the shorter guy showed no mercy as he pounded my ass until he had every last inch of his cock in my ass. He stopped long enough to scoot forward so that he could grab my hips. I had just started sucking the cock in my mouth again when I felt the cock in my ass pull out until just the head was in and then he slammed back in time and time again. With every forceful thrust of his hips I was impaled at both ends. Soon we had all worked out a rhythm and I was in heaven.

Only moments later I felt the cock in my mouth start to jerk and soon I was swallowing my first taste of semen. Just when the last trickle was sliding down my throat I felt the shorter guy pick up the pace as he neared his release. I regretfully felt the cock slip from my mouth only moments before I felt the sensation of the load being deposited in my ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure and for the first time I really felt like a woman. Both guys thanked me for the good time and said that they hoped to meet again real soon. I informed them that I would be back next weekend. They laughed and said “Same time – same place.”

I lay on the blanket and drifted off to sleep as the cum leaked out of my well-abused ass. When I awoke, I cleaned up, removed the make-up and got dressed. I had to wear the breasts home because I forgot the adhesive remover. Not that I really minded, I enjoyed being a woman even more now.