Cadet Takes a Ride, pt.2 (mm, oral, anal, cops) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further.
This story continues with the same characters as "Cop Cadet," a previous story of mine. For other of my stories check out the Authors section of Nifty or see my page at Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/.
This one's a short chapter, but part 3 is on the way. Drop me an email if you like this one or have story suggestions.
Cadet Takes a Ride
2
Lieutenant did his part. Friday morning Capt. Peters called me into his office.
"Well, Drake, it seems your horny ass if gonna be happy this weekend. Johnson told me in no uncertain terms that you're to have the next two days off. He wouldn't tell me why, but I know the look of a man who's looking forward to getting laid." His blue eyes sparkled beneath the rough, stubbled face. He held his expression in a dour scowl, but I could tell a grin was fighting its way to show through. The big lug of a bastard was jealous.
"Yes, sir. Should I gave a full report Monday?" I normally wouldn't be so cheeky to my superior, but there was no way to save grace here.
That made Carl break into a laugh. He's so fucking sexy when he laughs, and just watching his stock, powerful frame as it approached me was turning me on. Peters by any objective standard was not the demi-god that Lieutenant was, but he was one hell of a man.
"Nah, cadet, that's OK." His large body was now next to mine and he wrapped his burly arm around my waist, nudging his nose against mine. He dropped his voice to a deep, sensual whisper. "Just save a bit for me, will ya son?" His eyebrows arched up as if pleading with me.
"You bet, Captain, sir!" I replied right before our lips connected with an electrical heat.
After an uneventful shift, I was getting out of the shower and returning to my locker when I saw a huge, beefy build of a man sitting on one of the benches, legs spread facing away toward my locker. The back was a powerful mass of muscle, delts and lats spreading out in sheer brawn, tapering down to a fine round ass. It was Corporal Bates.
And he had a hardon. The eight inch scepter stuck proudly up between the massive thighs, commanding a presence that drew my attention as I rounded the corner and went to my locker. The Corporal sneered silently as he watched me with his cold, dark brown eyes. Man, that fucker knew how to be intimidating.
My cock wasn't intimidated though, it was rising at half mast underneath my towel as I took out my street clothes. I dropped the towel and slid on my sweat pants, the ones emblazoned with my high school baseball team logo.
"Nice body you got there, cadet," Bates finally said as I was beginning to pull my team T-shirt over my head. I didn't intend to dress as if I were still on the high school team, but this really was the most comfortable thing I had. Plus I didn't expect I'd be wearing clothes much at Lieutenant's house this weekend. My cock throbbed thinking about what lay in store for me. And thinking about the sight in front of me. Bates muscles were huge, and the bulk of his body just made his eight inch throbber more obscene as he spread his powerful legs further apart, teasing me with his large cop dick.
"Thanks, sir," I replied, keeping my cool. "I try to keep in shape."
"It shows, boy. What do you say I give that tight ass of yours a good fuck? Huh?" The man put his hands on his hips and I swore that cock jumped up and grew another inch. The sight of the dick dew beading at the tip was making me sweat in horniness. I knew I couldn't linger here however.
"Would love to sir, but I'm supposed to meet the Lieutenant. I can't keep him waiting."
Bates stood up and started walking toward me, his hardon was like a divining rod leading the way to jock ass. My jock ass.
"Too bad, boy." His powerful naked torso circling mine and pressing its form insistently against my T-shirt covered back. His arm snaked around my chest, tweaking my nipples through the cotton. My cock shot a little spurt of pre-cum right then and there. "I'd love to test drive this bubble butt you've been showing off in that cadet uniform of yours. Fuck, I bet you'd love it too. Nice, rough, raw fuck. Just the way I like to give them."
His thick fingers groped and kneaded my muscular jock ass cheeks, loosening up the sinewed muscle and spreading them through my sweats. Suddenly, those fingers gripped the elastic of the sweats and pulled them down to expose my bare ass to the precinct lockerroom air. "And that is one perfect ass, you got there, boy. Would love to part those cheeks apart with my cock, prime you up."
He wasn't just talking. That hot, hard dick was pressing tightly against my puckered hole. "Yeah, I'd love to take you back to my place and dick you good, guy. Fuck that cute ass right off of you." He was pushing in now. I was certainly no stranger to dick by this point, but Bates thick monster hurt like hell. The dry heat chafed as he stretched my hole and pushed the flared, angry cockhead deep into my bowels. He didn't even sink all the way in before he started a hard, rapid thrust in and out of my guts. "Take you down. Claim your cadet butt..." he growled, his mouth right next to my ear. The deepness of his voice sent shutters through me that competed with the discomfort radiating from my ass.
"Fuck, Bates, sir!" I groaned. As much as I tried to accommodate his awesome rod, I couldn't manage to get beyond the awful friction.
"What, stud? Not up for a dry fuck today? I thought you'd be too hot for this cock to care," he sneered derisively as he pummeled my ass even more. "No matter," he finally said, pulling out his cock until just the tip was nestled in my sphincter. I heard the man spit behind me, deep full hawks of saliva that fell and splattered on his cock below him. A couple more times he let loose with his spit, then pushed that dick back in.
The difference was night and day. The giant cock still stretched me, but now it went in smoothly and my ass opened and constricted in rapid succession, urging the brawny corporal deeper into me.
"That's it boy, take my fucking cock. You're a better fuck than O'Donnell. Yeah, I saw you watching us in the shower yesterday. That's how I knew you'd want the same treatment. Knew it was time for me to spread those jock cheeks and show you a good, hard Bates fuck. I'm not a man who wastes his time."
"Glad you aren't sir," I muttered, the wind half knocked out of me with each hard shove of his cop meat into me.
"I know you are, slut. The way you were looking at my hard cop cock when you got outta the shower. Fuck, I knew I had your hot ass then and there."
"Yes, sir. Fuck my ass. Fucking take it, man."
"You bet I will, taking that ass and hosing it down, boy. Ready for my seed? I don't want to keep the Lieutenant waiting," Bates growled as he pummeled my butt with deep, rough strokes, pounding my prostate so bad my dick was leaking in large spurts in rhythm to his fucks.
Then I felt it. The hot shower of manseed spraying my innards, wetting me down, letting me know I was being rutted and conquered by a full-blooded stud. Bates grunted and snorted like a bull mating, his arms gripped my hips tightly as he pivoted in and out of my hole, fucking that seed deep into my guts. It was exquisite.
He pulled out and slapped his wet, cum-slick cock against my ass to wipe off the mess, then put his rough hand on my shoulder as he leaned down to breath into my ear.
"You're a real nice fuck, cadet. I want more of this ass. I mean it."
"Yeah, Bates. Anytime."
"Good boy!" he smiled, as he patted my shoulder in reassurance and walked off to shower down. My throbbing hardon ached, but I knew I didn't want to be late to Lieutenant's. Besides I was sure to get off big this weekend.