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After the Night Shift, Part 2
Jim and I lay exhausted and spent, after I'd taken him deep in his ass and we had come together. He'd worked a double shift and got in late tonight, but he was horny enough to get it on with me after he had showered and sneaked quietly into our bedroom, thinking I was asleep. Instead, I had lit a few candles and stripped, laying spread eagled on our bed, waiting for my cop man to cuddle with me, and give him the massage he'd been wanting all night.
I rubbed most of his thick, pearly cum into the fur of his belly and hard, muscular chest, feeling the beat of his heart, and the coarse hair of his chest. He was warm and sweaty and his muscular chest and still hard nipples felt warm and sexy to me, even though I'd just dumped my load deep into his ass, listening to him moan and cry out in pleasure as his cock shot long ropey strands of cum across our bellies and chests, my cock hard in his ass, buried balls deep, as I, too, had shot my load, emptying my balls into my lover's naked, hard ass.
We fell asleep, Jim's goateed face against the hair of my chest, and his warm breath slowly dried my sweat and the bits of cum that were clotted in the hair. His hard, muscular shoulders felt warm against my arms, as I held him close, feeling him relax and fall into a deep sleep, the tension of the day now turned into blobs of drying cum against our skins. He smelled a bit sweaty and horny, the mixture of a freshly showered thatch of armpit and chest hair, mixed with the lustful sweat of our fucking and the seed from our balls, as the warmth of our bed eased both of us into a deep sleep.
I got up a few hours later to pee, needing to push his hard, solidly built body off of me, the light coming in from the moon that was just rising highlighting the curves of his chest, and the thick biceps and the rippling shoulders of my lover. His chest rose and fell, slowly, one arm flung across his face, exposing the thick forest of his armpit, and the fat, thick nipple of his chest. He looked good enough to eat, and I wanted to suck his cock again, feeling it turn hard in my hungry, wet mouth, and I wanted to taste his long, wet shots of his cum against my throat. Yet, he had had a long, exhausting week, and he needed his rest. After all, there was time for us to play all day tomorrow.
I feel asleep again, drifting off fast, my own body now fully relaxed, after finding my release deep in Jim's snug, hot ass. My balls were drained, and I had found my own deep release, taking Jim deep with my cock, riding his butt and feeling my balls bounce against the heat of his crotch with every stroke of my butt. He'd always turned me on, ever since we'd met, and I couldn't get enough of him. And, he could never get enough of me. Every time we fucked, we both rode each other hard and wet, rising to our climaxes, and shooting our cum in hard, fiery spurts, as if we had never had taken each other before. Jim was a tireless stud, never able to be fully sated by our lovemaking, and, I, too, could never get enough of my lover, Sergeant Jim.
I'd watched his chest rise and fall, slowly, as Jim had fallen into a deep sleep. And, I too, joined him and was soon out like a light, deep in dreamland. I dreamed of Jim taking me again, waking me from a deep sleep, my wrists pinned behind my back by the set of handcuffs Jim always kept on the bedside table. He loved those cuffs, and his favorite way of cumming deep inside of me was always when he'd handcuffed me, naked and helpless.
If he'd entered me before he'd cuff me, when he'd slip on the cuffs and I heard the hard ratcheting noise of the teeth on the cuffs clicking tight against my wrists, Jim's cock would always twitch and swell. A couple of times, when he'd slip the cuffs on me, he'd lose himself and his cock would spurt a huge, strong spurt of his jism, just at the sound of the cuffs tightening against my wrists.
It was one of our favorite games, the handcuffs. Jim was always the guy who had to put them on. He was the cop, of course, and he'd always found a thrill in re-enacting some scuffle with some perp on his shift, when he came home and pounded deep in my ass with his cop cock. I'd always played along, of course, as Jim always got extra horny and extra hard when I begged him to cuff me, and when I'd call him Sergeant.
He'd slip the cuffs on me, one wrist behind my back at a time, slowly clanking the teeth into the lock, letting each clink of the metal echo in the room, until the metal was almost tight against my wrists. Then, he'd grab my other wrist, and slowly bring my arm around, until it, too, was locked into the metal, and I was helpless and naked below my lover.
Jim would always take me in my ass after that, slowly thrusting his hard, wet cock into my hole, pulling back and then thrusting deeper, again and again, until he was balls deep inside of me. I felt his big, hairy balls rub against my own balls, as Jim always wanted to first take me doggie style. Then, after a few minutes of slowly thrusting into me and almost cumming to his climax, he'd turn me over and mount me again, this time looking into my eyes, and rubbing his furry belly and chest across my own belly and sweaty chest, his massive arms holding me tight.
Our balls would rub against each other as he thrust, the hairs catching and pulling a bit, and the sweat from our crotches and our butt cracks soon greasing our thrusts, as we built up our tension, as we found our rhythm with each other. We went slow at first, just enjoying the feel of his cock in my butt, and the friction of two hard, muscular bodies fucking. But, then, as both of our cocks were filled with our hot blood, and we kept riding each other, we both moved closer to our release, and, all too soon, we spurted our loads hard and fast against each other.
I woke from my dream, my cock hard and aching, and found Jim on top of me, his cock pistoning slowly inside of my ass, my arms back under me, pinned by the weight of my chest and his chest. I pulled on my arm, trying to free my hand so I could grab his butt cheeks as he thrust into me, but I couldn't. Hard, cold metal cut into my wrists, and my hands and arms were pinned beneath me.
Jim looked down at me, a big grin on his goateed face.
"You're my prisoner now. Nowhere to go, buddy," he whispered.
"Yes, Sergeant."
Jim chuckled, his eyes twinkling as I whispered my acceptance of his dominance, my acceptance of his cock thrusting hard and urgent in my ass, his wide and juicy cock moving slowly in and out of me, his balls bouncing on my ass cheeks.
I moved my ass up against him, flexing my own cheeks, feeling the heat and the weight of his hips, his cock in me. My nostrils filled with his new wetness, his sweat, his smell of lust and dried cum and his urgent gasps of breath, each time he pushed hard into me. The bristly fur of his chest rubbed against my chest, the hair catching in the mat of fur of both our chests. Heat rose from our friction, our thrusts, my armpits now breaking out in a rush of lust and heat.
I wanted him, wanted him deep and hard in me, again and again. I felt his wide cock head, hard and fiery, rub against my prostate and inside the deep tunnel of my ass, with each thrust of his hard butt. With each thrust, my cop man moaned and grunted, each time a bit deeper, deep in his hard sweaty chest, as he rose higher in his drive to shoot yet another load deep into his lover. He was almost there, and I could hear him and feel him tense and spasm a bit, as his cum rose in his balls and he almost crossed the threshold of his imminent cumming.
His regular rhythm quickly lost its beat, and he writhed and spasmed deeply, his gasps coming hard and deep, his cock shooting hard and then hard again, until he finally pulled out of me, until he rolled off of me, holding my shoulders in his meaty hands. One hand moved slowly down across my chest, fondling my nipples, then my belly, and finally, to my eager, hard cock.
Jim held me tight, wet in his fist, my hard cock eager and red and horny against his fingers. He moved slowly up and down my shaft, pulling me higher towards my own release. My hands pulled against the handcuffs, my shoulders and arms and wrists still pinned beneath me, as I lay helpless and tied, unable to help Jim in reaching my release, depending upon him to open the stopcocks of my own manhood, releasing my seed and taking me to the place he had been just a few moments before.
His hand slowly pumped me, agonizingly slow, painfully slow. My balls ached and my hips thrust, and still he moved slowly, oh, so slowly. I moaned and thrashed, and still my arms were held and my cock now yet able to shoot.
Jim's bearded mouth roamed my sweaty, heaving chest, sucking on my hard, aching nipples, and then across my sweaty, heaving chest and down my belly until his lips slowly took in my aching cockhead, on fire with my lust and my hunger. Nothing else mattered, not even the handcuffs on my wrists existed, and it was only my heavy, cum filled balls and my aching, fire drenched cock and Jim's pumping hand and wet, hungry mouth.
And, we danced and thrust, and tasted, and slid, and time stood still and nothing else mattered; nothing else existed. Until, at last, I crossed over and the great spigots of release and desire and lust all opened up, and I shot and I shot, and then I shot again, filling Jim's wet, eager mouth with a great load of my seed, until my manhood ended its sweet agony and fell, wet and spent, away from his lips and laid, exhausted, against the thick nest of hair around my now-empty balls.
Jim nudged me over, quickly releasing the metal clasps with a handcuff key, freeing my wrists and hands and arms and pulling them around his shoulders, as he kissed me softly on my lips, our whiskers now wet and sweaty, and drenched with my load.
"I never get tired of taking care of you, partner."
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.