Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Day in the Life of a Town Football Star
ch. 7
Day in the Life 7
Dan Reynolds was on the way home when a siren beeped and police cruiser lights flashed behind him. "Jesus," he muttered as he pulled over. He was worried he'd broken the law, maybe speeding, until he saw the officer sauntering toward his Bronco. It was Officer Larry Swanson, his cop buddy from his morning donut shop stop.
Casually, he shone his flashlight inside the vehicle, illuminating Dan's grinning face. "License and registration, Golden Fingers," he joked.
"Hello, Officer Swanson."
Larry removed his hat and cup his genitals. "I couldn't resist pulling you over, bub. You interested?"
Dan nodded. Even if he hadn't been, this officer plain held a spell on him.
"Why don't I escort you to the cruiser?"
The athlete got out of the car and followed the beefy officer fifteen paces to the black and white cop car. A younger cop was in the passenger seat. As Larry opened the back door, he leaned in.
"Hey Joe, meet Golden Fingers, Dan meet my new riding partner Officer Joseph Jackowski."
Dan tumbled into the back of the cruiser and instinctively began stripping off his T-shirt. "Nice to meet you, Officer." Joe had just finished his cadet training and stint at the police academy. He wasn't more than a couple of years older than the young quarterback, and his fresh face and blond looks were offset by the authority of the uniform and the size of his build. Where does the PD find guys this buff, Dan wondered, then remembered his own 18-year-old musculature was pretty impressive.
Joe Jackowski was staring openly, brazenly at the kid's gridiron body now. "Sorry I had miss the morning sessions this week. Captain's making me go to orientation. Swanson tells me you're a good cocksucker."
"I try," Dan said with confidence, just as Larry's fingers snaked down to his stuffed crotch and unzipped the tight cop breeches. The bastard must be pretending to write paperwork on top of the sedan as cars passed by, Dan realized. The cop's long erect cock poked through the open cruiser window. To Dan, it was a beautiful piece: long, rigid, and perfectly proportioned. He leaned forward and swiped the copstick with his tongue, eliciting a jerk from the fellatee and a moan from Jackowski.
"Fuck, kid, you like that tool, dontcha?"
Dan looked at the big man's riding partner and nodded, "Yah. Every morning I usually try to save this beauty for last..." He paused and licked the salty surface of that cop stick. "... Only Officer Swanson's usually too impatient. Damn, I could lick this puppy all day." As if to demonstrate, Dan wildly laved the hard protruding flesh in plain view of the junior officer.
Officer Jackowski shook his head in disbelief. If only he knew that the high school athlete wasn't exaggerating and in fact had spent several afternoons coaxing load after load from the policeman's heavy nuts. Joe gulped as he watched Dan's handsome face descend on his partner's prick. "Don't know how the kid skewers his throat on Lare's big one," he mused.
Dan grunted in triumph as he felt Larry's testicles press into his chin. Only he wanted to try something besides his usual deep-throat technique. He wondered, hoped, the commanding officer would like it.
Quickly, he bobbed his head up and almost as quickly the hard cop spike popped free of his oral cavity. Dan paused a half second and jammed his head back down on the erect sperm injector, only to bounce right back off. And again. He'd been working on this trick for some time, relaxing his throat muscles enough to allow such hard and heavy impaling.
Dan wasn't sure if it was doing the trick for the man getting blown, but the lewd sight just about drove the partner into fits. Joe's face was reddened and flushed with desire. Swanson had told him stories about a cockhungry highschool quarterback, but he'd never imagined anyone could be as dick-crazy and just downright sexual as this kid. He urged Dan on. "Yeah. Eat my buddy's cock, fucker. Punish your mouth with that bone. He's been chubbed up all afternoon talking about your blowjobs, kid, it's the least you can do to service his prick."
Now, Dan was really going at it, deepbreathing, swallowing, backing off, then giving Larry's swollen purple dickhead a quick swipe of the tongue before repeating the cycle. He was caught off guard when on one upstroke, the second his mouth plopped free, a heavy cum blast seared his face. Then another. Officer Larry was really sperming him now, and the kid smiled as he gripped the erect copstalk and directed the milk all over his servile face.
When that cock had fully discharged, the athlete greedily lapped its dripping, oozing head.
"Whoa, there, buddy," Larry cried, pulling his scepter away from Dan's grasp. It waved in the air from the open crotch of his uniform, still shaking in aftershocks. "Damn, you're good. Fucking drain these babies," he cooed, rubbing his palm under his now sated balls. "I could use you tucking me in to bed like that." He stepped back and swiveled his head. "OK, Jackowski. Your turn. I'm gonna take a piss over there in that ditch while you get your jollies."
Joe got out of the cruiser so horny and anxious he could barely stand steady. He unzipped and Dan grinned when he saw a fat bruiser of a prick the young cop had poking up at him. He was ready to get to work cocksucking, but was surprised when Officer Jackowski looked around to make sure Larry's back was turned then quickly swooped down.
Suddenly the young beefy man's mouth was on his spermy face, licking up all his buddy's fresh sperm. Yeah, Dan thought to himself, rookie's hot for his buddy's jockjuice. The cop licked and slurped a couple seconds more -- as long as he safely could -- then stood back up, rapidly flagging his hard shaft. Ten tugs and a new volley of hot semen drenched Dan's face.
Joe shook his hardon to flick out the last drops on the boy's angelic face. "You're on your own cleaning that one up," he joked and zipped up.
Dan thanked the two officers and pulled off. He'd gotten no more than a quarter mile when his phone rang.
"Yep?"
"Dan. Brian Erlich here."
"Hey."
"Hi. Listen, I'm just wondering.... well this afternoon was real fun."
Dan smiled. He was a little smitten with this older man. "Yeah it was."
"You said I should call if I wanted to get together again, and well, I know it's not been but a few hours, but I'm wondering if maybe you'd like to come over to my office. Everyone's cleared it, just me here."
"Wow, that sounds great." Dan replied.
"Yeah? Wasn't sure if you'd want to." He gave Dan directions. "Come on in. My office is in the back hall."
The lights were off in the realty office, but Dan made his way back to the rear hallway, where he saw the fluorescent light streaming in from Erlich's office.
"Hey," he greeted.
Brian looked up from his computer and smiled. "Hey. Glad you could make it. Been horny all afternoon. That was some intense session in the hotel room."
The quarterback blushed but smiled. He put his hands in his pocket and hunched his shoulders. "Yeah. I shouldn't get into a wild scene like that. Makes me lose control."
"Shit, kid," the realtor shook his head. "You're something else."
"You too," Dan said quietly. "I've been hoping for a one-on-one fuck some time. Glad you didn't wait to call."
Brian wheeled back his chair revealing a raging erection sticking out of the crotch of his trousers. He stroked it with his heavy hand. "You kidding? My little man hasn't gone down all afternoon. Can I tell you how hard it is to get work done jacking off?"
The athlete laughed and kicked off his flip flops. Erlich admired the broad bare feet but barely had time to contemplate what he'd like to do to them before the sight was blocked by the boy's jeans coming off. Dan didn't wear underwear, and the older man could see the teen's tackle swaying, firming up into an erection.
"How many times, Dan? How many loads you taken today?"
The young man looked up in a bemused smile. "Dunno. You saw, what, twelve, of 'em, right?"
"At least," Brian hissed, stroking his hardon. "Two of them were mine."
"At least four times that all together, I guess. Maybe fifty. I don't why, Mr. Erlich, but I've been horny as hell lately." He pulled off his shirt, revealing his well-defined musculature.
"Teen hormones, god love 'em." Brian noted.
Smiling, Dan knelt down between Erlich's legs and leaned forward, grabbing the man's cock. "Seems like your sex drive is pretty keyed up, sir," he winked before taking the fat cock head into his mouth.
Dan moaned and Brian grunted as the boy started demonstrated his swallowing act. Easily, smoothly, inch after inch of the adult's fuck stick disappeared into the quarterback's gullet.
"Damn," Brian exclaimed as he saw the kid's lips seal at the base of his brown pubes. The boy's blue eyes looked up in pride, satisfaction, and expectation. The realtor caressed Dan's cheeks and stroked his straw blond hair. He marveled as the stud slid back off his stalk, taking his time, running his tongue along the man's hardness, til that flared corona rested on his lips. Dan took a couple of heavy breaths then descended again.
First, the cocksucking was slow and showy. The jock displaying for this goodlooking man how much he could satisfy him. Gradually, though, the pace quickened and the mouthstrokes got shorter. The kid was now fellating Brian in earnest, eager to make the man cum.
Erlich wasn't having it, though. At least not yet. He grabbed Dan's beefy arms and hoisted him off the saliva-soaked prick. Angrily, the cock danced around in mid-air, upset at having lost that expert mouth.
Brian bent forward and met Dan's mouth with a deep kiss. The boy responded by moving into the man's arm, enjoying the feel of the soft dress shirt envelop his chest and back. He continued to be hoisted up til he sat in Erlich's lap.
Brian didn't have to say anything, Dan just knew to reach forward and grab the soaking wet cock, twisting it in his hand a couple times to make sure it was fully rigid. It was. Holding it steady, the quarterback lifted his frame up a foot til he hovered over the erect spike. Not breaking the kiss, he lowered himself on it.
Both men moaned as Dan got breached for the second time that day by Erlich's rammer. Nice, hard prick boring straight up into his guts. He might not have the length of an Ed Williams, but Brian knew how to fuck. Each inch, each thrust drove Dan mad with pleasure. The kid's deep voice built louder and louder til the groans of pleasure were choked in his throat. He tried to tell Brian he was gonna cum if he kept it up but couldn't. The man just kept fucking.
Suddenly, Erlich shoved the boy back and up, powering the built athlete on top of his desk. And kept fucking. Powerdriving his cock. The new angle changed the internal sensations Dan was feeling and temporarily staved off orgasm, but soon those pleasure waves were building again, building higher this tine. Dan's hard stick poking over and over into his inside gland. Battering it. Daring the boy to cum.
Dan did. His arms held onto Brian's heaving body, his head leaned back and his cock spasmed as it pumped out fresh, hot seed all over his teen body.
"Hell, yeah!" Erlich cried and held on to the boy's heavy muscular thighs. Sawing in and out, his own head began to feel light as insurmountable pleasure burned in his genitals and spread through his body. "Ungh!" he called out. His body went rigid and millions of his sperm flooded Dan's bowels.
"That makes number 51," Brian joked as he came back to.
"I think I may need to count that as two. You shot a big sloppy one."
They kissed lazily, then Brian pulled out. The two men got dressed again.
Brian walked Dan out to the front door, but stopped him for another kiss. Dan smiled, then met Brian for another liplock. They repeated this and soon were making out again.
"Damn, kid, you're hot stuff."
"You, too, sir. Was just gonna come by for a quick suck job." He reached down and traced the outline of Brian's cock through his trousers. "You're still hard, sir."
"My little man likes you."
"I like him, too." Already, Dan was pulling down the zipper.
"Fuck!" Brian whispered in disbelief. "You gonna play with me some more Reynolds?"
"Yessir." He looked down to admire the perfect, hard meat. Grabbing the fuckstick in his hand he crouched down. "Now I can give you that suck job."
It was his second cum in a row, but the boy's talented tongue had Brian blasting off in short order. He reached down and held onto the kid's soft hair and fucking blew.
He looked up and a police officer was staring at him, at them, through the glass door of the office. He tapped on the door with his stick. "Open up," the cop commanded.
"Shit!" Brian yelled and stuffed his prick in his pants before reaching over and turning the lock.
The police officer entered and took off his hat. Thinning hair, shithouse built, but with a baby face that suggested a man in his mid 20s. And one shit-eating grin.
"You fellas better be careful where you do that shit."
He stared at the crouched ballplayer, who wiped the spit and cum off his mouth with the back of his arm and stood up. "Yes, officer," he answered sheepishly. He knew most of the guys on the force, but didn't not recognize this cop.
Turning to Brian, who stood frozen in apprehension, he gave a quick questioning nod. "Got a room back there we could use for five minutes? I wanna test junior here out."
Brian's anxious look melted into a grin of his own. "Yessir. You might want to make it fifteen minutes, officer. The kid's got an amazing ass on him."
Dan was already walking back to Brian's office, giving the policeman a prime view of his jeans covered rear.
The cop looked up at Brian, all smiles. "You just tap that?"
"Guilty."
The cop just set down his cap and nightstick, and sauntered back to the rear office. Dan locked up.