Archive-name: Samesex/copsex.txt

Archive-author: Sam Rad  (c) 1988

Archive-title: Cop Sex



 

It's one of those warm nights in early summer when you're driving

down the highway and it's just you, the road and the night.

Windows down, the air is rich and thick.

 

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.



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