Cadet Takes a Ride, pt.3 (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/. If you've liked this one, feel free to drop me a line to tell me what you think.
The acts depicted are not safe sex, but this is fiction. In real life, wear a rubber when you fuck and keep yourself healthy and clean.
Cadet Takes a Ride **********
3
The sight when Lieutenant greeted me at his door almost made me faint with horniness. The guy's tall, at least 6'4", every fucking inch of it is hard cop muscle. A good solid, 50" chest with guns the size of giant cantaloupes faced me as the door swung open. My superior officer wore only a pair of loose gym shorts, so the bare flesh of his torso rippled in the smouldering light of dusk. In the half-light, I took a minute to admire the square, handsome face, rugged features and a full head of salt-and-pepper hair that was cropped in a marine buzzcut. For a man of 45, Lieutenant was one stud of a man. And those shorts did nothing to hide his half-hard stallion dick. Yeah, even half-hard, that schlong would make most of the guys on the force jealous. Me, hell, I was too busy being horny to be jealous.
"Cadet!" he said as he stared at me, ogling my jock body with a drunken smile. I could smell the alcohol from three feet away, enveloping both our horny bods, along with shared heat of testosterone-pumped man-lust. My dick, to tell the truth, hadn't gone down since Bates had fucked me back at Precinct HQ, but now my balls were definitely on the rise again, tightening up against the stalk of my hard jock dick. Which I knew Johnson could see poking out in my sweat pants.
"I've gone ahead and started the party without you. Wife doesn't like me to drink too much, but fuck she's away now, isn't she? Go on in, the games on TV, I'll get you a beer...Unless you want to share the Jack bottle with me."
On the coffee table, I saw a half-empty fifth of Jack Daniels. No chaser in sight. No wonder Lieutenant was so sauced. "Nah, maybe later," I said. "Right now I'm thirsty for a beer. Make it a couple - long day."
Lieutenant smirked at me. "You're my kinda man, cadet. My kinda man. " His voice trailed off as he walked into the kitchen.
By the time he'd brought my beers, I was started to get engrossed in the game. If there was anything I liked as much as sex it was baseball. The local team was ahead by one, but in the fourth everyone was playing horribly. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.
That is, until Lieutenant's massive arm circled my shoulder. He'd clearly showered at some point that evening, because his scent was fresh and masculine. I wonder if the fucker knew how much he turned me on just by the feel of his arm pit hairs bristling against my neck and his sinewed forearm against my shoulder. I looked down and saw that Johnson's meaty thighs were spread slightly, his left leg pressed tight against mine. Those legs were massive tree-trunks of male power, tan from the time spent outdoors and covered in dark brown hair. Instinctively, I put my hand on his thigh muscle which twitched and flexed under my grip.
"Ummmh.." he muttered in my ear. "Your hand feels good, boy. Your boss has had a long week." I explored the rough muscle with my hand, feeling the warmth and tautness of this cop's quads.
"A little higher up boy" he whispered deeply. His shorts were already tenting with a giant erection. I'd seen that scepter countless times but each time it turned me on. It was too big to stand straight up in the confines of his shorts, so it rested hard and angry on his hip, throbbing and growing as eased my hand up the inside of his thigh.
"Ooooh," he hissed as I pushed on under the leg of the shorts and wrapped my fingers around his scrotum. "Yeah, you got my balls now. Fuckers are all filled up. Juicing it up for you, cadet. It's all going up your tight hole tonight. " Lieutenant was looking at me with pure lust just then. And god was the sight amazing, this fucker, his naked torso rising and falling with each deep breath, just emanated pure masculine hunger. Roughly he gripped my wrist and hanked my hand up til it rested on his hard cock.
That cock twitched under my touch. "Like that, boy?" he barked. "Is that why you came over you cadet fuck? For my big cop dick?" I squeezed the steel-hard shaft though the flimsy material of the shorts, feeling it buckle and pulse in my hand.
"Yes, sir" I replied, my voice getting stuck in my throat.
"Yeah, stud, you like em big. I can tell." I continued my manual exploration of his monster tool. To call it big was an understatement. The fucker was a good eleven inches long and seven or eight inches in circumference. And it was getting too hard to stay trapped in those shorts. I gently lifted the elastic band and the shaft popped free, bouncing up onto those hard abs. I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around it and stroking.
"Umm, bud, that feels nice, real nice, but I know your hot cocksucking mouth would feel better. ... Ooh, yeah, that's it, jock boy, getting on your knees... right between my legs, don't even fucking have to tell ya...Wrap those lips around it. Shit I can feel your tongue on my pissslit boy. Digging in for all that dick dew. Fucking incredible...Allright, now open up and hold still, boy." His hand yanked my ball cap off and grabbed my hair in his fist. "Daddy's gonna do the work tonight." Roughly, that hand pushed my head forward. I was powerless and immobile as that monster prick guided its way in, like a ship mast parting water, and lodged itself deep into my throat.
Half of that dick was stuffed into my gullet. My throat was dry and constricted around the fat, hard member, trying to moisten the passage by salivating and milking that cop dick for lubricant. I could actually feel beads of dicksnot dripping from the tip of Lieutenant's cock and trickle to the back of my throat.
"Man, cadet, gotta have this throat. Been waiting all afternoon for you to come over. Just thinking of a hot jock fuck's been getting me hard." Again, he pulled me off his prick and shoved me back on it. More went in this time. "That's it, fella, I got five more inches ready for you." Again he slammed my face, my mouth, my open gullet hard onto his stiff, horny meat. Normally this treatment would make me gag, but the Lieutenant had a way of turning me on. He was one big fuck god, his muscles bulging and chest heaving as he used his full strength to use my face as his own personal fuck tunnel. My senses were in overload as he used me. His hard, hairy stomach was inches away from my face, and my hands were perched on each of his powerful legs, feeling the steely hardness of his quad muscle and the soft down of his dark fur. The pure aroma of a married man in rut filled my nostrils and enraged me to open up for more cockmeat, as if to prove to the man that I was a stud worthy of the challenge. And of course there was that dick itself, a large club of hard, finely sculpted cop perfection that tasted of salt and heat and testosterone and filled my mouth completely.
And more thrusted in, roughly, spasmodically. Lieutenant was having his way with me and judging from how bone-hard that cock was, he was gonna get off big time.
And I was gonna help him. Roughly, I gripped his meaty legs with my hands and used my hold as leverage to push myself even further down that master cock. I was only an inch or two from his crotch now; the pubes tickled my nose.
"Oooh, fuck, yeah. Getting worked up too, are ya, boy? Suck that dick down boy. You're eating it all, guy."
The mansized balls nestled against my chin now. As well as I could with my mouth stuffed full of lieutenant cock, I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the hairs and sweat coating the sperm-filled nutsac. It was like I wanted to ingest every bit of manly essence into me. My whole body tingled with sexual pleasure and shivered in horny energy. I knew I was a cocksucking cadet - hell, between my patrol buddy, my captain and my lieutenant, I had at least a dozen reminders a day - but somehow this was hotter than all the facefucks I'd gotten since joining the force. My own dick was hard and leaking in my sweats, but I didn't even bother touching it, I was getting off too much on servicing Johnson's fat rod.
I needed air by now though, so I backed off that prick - slowly, so I wouldn't rip my tonsils out in the process. Gradually, that huge shaft dragged its way out of my gullet, slick with mucus and spit and the copious amounts of cop dick dew spurting sporadically from my boss's meat. When that massive dong cleared the gates of my throat, it was a relief and excitedly I started deep breathing through my nose. I looked down and was turned on immensely by the sight I saw: six inches of pure, hard cop cock, a good half-foot of male power reminding me that I still had several turgid inches stuffed in my oral cavity, gently massaging the roof of my mouth while I caught my breath and my man waited patiently.
Then I looked up. The man's meaty torso was coated in a sheen of light sweat that only made the bulges of his burly cop brawn stand out in relief even more. Those massive arms twitched involuntarily as he used his full power to hold my head perfectly still on his cockmeat, unable to back off or pull forward. He wanted me right there, his flared dickhead nudging my uvula, but not blocking the airway. Yet. That rugged, yet classically handsome face looked down on me in a silent, commanding gaze. Deep into my soul, it asserted its ownership over me.
"Breathe deep, boy," was all he said. All he had to say. My nostrils flared as I sucked in as much air as I could. Then his bicep curled into a giant ball of sinewy musclemass and my face went pounding into the thicket of dark hair radiating out from his hard scepter. Which lodged deep and hard into my throat. And deeper into my esophagus. I was being stretched like never before, and loving it.
The man's rough paw gripped at my head, bunching my hair in his fist, and pulled back, bringing me and my hungry mouth with it. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he gruffly whispered in rhythm to his fuck thrusts. The man was wild, like an animal, now. Like he'd not shot his load in three weeks. Like he was answering to an inner need to conquer his mate and plant his seed. Which I guess he was.
The room filled with the glorious sound of his cock slathering through my wet, throat, the loud smack of my face into his hard muscle, the deep huffing as Johnson used his strength to jack himself off with my mouth.
"Cop's ready to pump his big boy balls right into you, kid. Splooge your tight wet mouth. Here it comes, fucker!" A deep growl rumbled from the lower depths of his lungs. I felt it vibrating through his hard abs before I heard it in fact. Lieutenant's hands were locked over my ears, steadying me on his erupting cock.
And that cock sure erupted. The shaft swelled and discharged and swelled and discharged again, in a regular, primordial rhythm of male release. "All for you, cadet," the brawny towering hunk of a man muttered as his dick spasmed deep in me. "Pure, fucking officer sperm, that's what you wanted, huh? Why you joined the force?"
I could feel the seed injecting straight into my guts, filling me up with its warmth and potency. I can feel Lieutenant pull me back so that the spurting cock is shooting into the back of my throat, tickling my tonsils with its spray, then discharging onto my tongue. I could taste the jizz now, briny and alkaline, a fucking turn-on.
I was barely able to savor the manjuice when that beautiful cock plopped free of my mouth. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue out to lick at the shiny round knob and the dickslit that dilated with each sperm spasm. I wanted to wrap my lips around that powerful gun and take each wonderful cum-bullet. Only Johnson held me firm while his staff discharged all over my face. I swear I could see his golf-ball-sized nuts contract as my face got painted.
The jets eventually turned into spurts and then into a dribble, and my hunky officer relaxed his grip enough to let me feast again on his tool.
After a minute or so, I decided I'd sucked as much milk as I could out of the bone. A contented, sweaty Johnson looked at me in appreciation as I disengaged his manhood. "Come up here, cadet," he said, pulling my upperbody up til it was level with his. Cocking his head, he leaned forward and our lips met in a deep, wet kiss. Passionately, he probed my mouth with his forceful tongue, then opened his jaw to let me into his. Holding my head, he would withdraw enough to lick up the sperm clinging to my nose and chin. The wet roughness of his tongue bristled against my skin. He grunted and groaned while he cleaned his muck off of me. I didn't have to look to know that his massive organ was still hard as hell.
And mine throbbed too. After all, I hadn't even gotten off during Bates' lockerroom fuck. My balls ached with pent-up sperm, and the incredible feel of Lieutenant's unshaven skin rubbing next to mine wasn't helping the situation. Johnson must have known what I was feeling cause he stopped his lapping and looked me right in the eye.
"You're really hard now, aren't ya, cadet?"
"Yes sir," I replied. My cock was making a large circle of wetness radiate from the swollen tip tenting my sweatpants.
"All that cocksucking got you pretty worked up, huh?" His large hand grabbed my aching cock, squeezing it through the material.
"Oh, God," I moaned, "that's it Johnson, sir. Fucking milk my dick. I'm so ready to blow."
"At ease, cadet," he purred, letting go of my dick. I spurted another jet of goo in desperation. "See if you can hold off a bit longer, son. Take a break. I need to rest before taking that ass that way it should be taken. Your man's balls need to recharge."
"Yessir," I said, disappointment and horniness evident in my voice.
The Lieutenant laughed and ruffled my hair with his hand. "You're a good sport, kid. Don't worry, when I fuck you in a minute, you'll be glad you waited." With that, the man stood up, shucking his shorts and kicking them off. My hardon ached even more as I watched that fine round muscleass make its way to the kitchen.
"Here, boy," he said as he returned with two frosty cans of beer, handing me one of them. "You more than earned it," he laughed. He took a deep swig of his whiskey then chased it with a long gulp of beer. I about nutted then, just watching the man's head held back, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.
We managed to watch the rest of the ballgame. Amazingly, the local team was winning, and even I temporarily forgot my horniness as we yelled at the players from the comfort of Johnson's living room.
A couple of beers later, I had to piss really bad, and when I returned to the living room, I saw the hunky form of Lieutenant Rick Johnson splayed out on the couch, his head tilted back, his hips thrust forward, legs spread, with his massive dong lying dormant but full to the right. He wasn't asleep, but he was clearly out of it, in a alcoholic, post-sex daze.
I knew I shouldn't take advantage of a man when he's down, especially one well my superior on the force. But he'd invited me over for a weekend of hot sex, and well, this stud was still horny. I was getting a major case of the blue balls by now and knew it would be unbearable to wait til morning.
So with great stealth I knelt again between the massive thighs and with a gentle grip, parted the powerful trunks of muscle. Before me lay his low-hangers- large orbs, powerful, dusted with dark hair. I lapped at the nutsac, bathing his gonads til they were dripping wet. "Mmmh, that's it..." Lieutenant muttered, his head still tossed back against the couch cushion.
With my right hand, I hefted those bull nuts and lifted them up, getting them out of the way, exposing the trail of thick pubic hair that led down to his nether regions. The heat hit me and the aroma too. The man was clean, but no matter how freshly washed a man's ass is, his musk lingers, letting you know you have a full-blooded male on your hands.
I didn't need to be reminded. This hunk of a man was in a near slumber, but his legs parted obscenely in response to my breath on his hole. I watched in amazement as the cheeks parted enough and his hips swiveled up to reveal the most perfect ass pucker this young police cadet had ever feast his horny eyes on. Perfectly round, pink and surrounded by a moat of dark, tangled hairs.
I leaned forward and blew on the man's anus. A shiver and another spread of his legs told me that even semi-conscious this stud wanted what was coming to him. A lot.
In I dove, crashing my mouth against his sphincter. I kissed the hot, throbbing asshole and I swore it kissed me back. Every pucker of my lips, every stroke of my tongue, every nibble was matched with a spasm and contraction as that hole dilated for me, letting me in to explore.
I took my time though, getting to know my Lieutenant like only few men could. Every touch of tongue to ass was an electrical connection, a direct conduit between our souls. And a jolt to my cock. For the next twenty minutes, I made love to my boss, teasing his rim, then pushing forward for a deep tongue-fuck, then back out again to lick and slurp at his anal ring. The stud's words were incoherent by now, not even English, but a succession of mutters and groans. I knew he was into this - that ass never once stopped bucking and writhing against my face. Those power thighs gripped my head like a nutcracker, making sure I wasn't going away. He didn't need to worry. There was only one thing that would get my mouth to leave this most intimate place.
My dick. It was already 11 pm, and I had to nut, bad. If I had been using better judgment I wouldn't have given a second thought when I saw the condoms and lube on the end table. I wouldn't have done that quick calculation to realize I needed a rubber if I didn't want to blow my seed the minute I touched the inside of Johnson's ass. I wouldn't have sheathed and lubed my cock while my boss was muttering nonsense and bucking his hips.
But what do you expect from a dumb, horny 19-year-old jock cadet? My man was handing me his ass on a silver platter, and I sure as fuck was gonna take it.
I knelt back up and placed the knob of my dick snugly in Lieutenant's anal ring. The man must have thought it was still my tongue teasing him and pressing against his sphincter, cause the tight muscle opened around my missile head and allowed me to nudge myself inside the steaming interior of his rectum. It felt wonderful - the heat, the tightness, the knowledge that I was dicking my boss.
Once I got in, I couldn't stop. Slowly but mercilessly, I drove my hips forward, sinking inches of cadet cockmeat into the Lieutenant's backside. Grabbing his legs, I lifted up and pulled them apart, letting the muscled calves wrap around my waist. Greedily, I fucked more dick into my stud.
That woke him out of his drunken state. "Fuck! What the... Cadet, what the fuck is going on?" he blurted out, still unable to form the words coherently. I could see his eyes try to focus on me. Thank god his ass still was relaxed, I don't think the poor man would have been able to take the roughness of my fuck otherwise.
"I'm dicking you, Lieutenant. Gonna fuck you long and deep. Take that hole."
"Shit, cadet!" He yelled as I pummeled his ass.
"Suck it up, Lieutenant. If I can take that big fat cuntsplitter of yours, you can be man enough for this." I ground my dick deeper as if to emphasize my point.
He stopped his whimpering right then and there, though sweat continued to bead on his forehead and tears welled up in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and took it while I thrusted in to him over and over. Finally as if an afterthought, he muttered, "Damn, that is one piece of cock ya got there cadet. Why the fuck didn't I notice before?"
"Too busy being the boss, I suppose." I fucked in harder. "Plenty of chances to make up for lost time, though," I grunted in between fuckthrusts. I looked down at this masculine hunks, legs wide apart, ass constricting on my pistoning dick. My dick spurted some more lube into the rubber. If this wasn't love I was feeling, it was something a helluva lot better.
"Fuck, Lieutenant, tight ass ya got."
"Pound it, cadet, it's yours."
"Yeah, it's mine. Just fucking took it, didn't I?"
"Yes, man...Fuck! Fuck!" His dick started to spew, but Lieutenant took his hand off in time.
"Don't even know my name do you, Lieutenant?"
"Huh?" I think he heard but couldn't concentrate for the feelings circling out from his ass and his dick.
"What's my name, Johnson?" I commanded.
"Fuck, I don't know. Just fuck me, kid."
"What a fuck up you are Johnson, throwing up your legs and getting fucked by some guy whose name you don't even know."
"Shit, don't care, buddy, just ride my ass."
"I am sir, I am." I answer back as I really lay it to him. I don't know how much cock has been up this tight hole, but I don't suspect much. Still, Lieutenant bucked and brayed like the best of them, taking my shafting like the stud he was.
I was ready to get off by now. I held his legs steady and backed out til my cock popped free.
"Shit, guy, what the hell?" he mutttered, "Put that cock the fuck back in."
"Anything you say, Lieutenant" I replied, ripping off the condom and shoving my meat back home.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" I don't know which of us said that. I think we both did. I know I was feeling incredible, sensing the moist, warm rectal walls clinging tight to my shaft, the amazing heat radiating from the center of Johnson's muscled body. Lieutenant meanwhile was muttering about how he could feel every ridge and vein in my distended cock, how he loved being ridden bare by his lowly cadet trainee.
"Yeah, man," I huffed, "you're taking my seed. Fucking planting it all the way in!"
Christ, I was shooting. Shooting into the finest, most perfect ass I'd ever seen much less fucked. My cock flared and twitched as I unloaded deep into my man's guts. I felt like my body was being turned inside out with each jet, and I fucking loved it. This cadet bottom boy was a new convert to the utter joys of topping.
The next few minutes were lost in the unconsciousness of sexual ecstasy. Hell, the next thing I remember, my ass was sitting on the living room floor and the Lieutenant was flexing his giant muscles as he jerked on his cock. I could see the river of sperm and lube and ass juices flowing from his now open cunthole. Instinctively, my finger honed in on the target and entered the wet confines of his rectum, massaging and exploring where my cock just was. In and out, side to side, I frigged that fucker's cunt without mercy. He was yelling at the top of his lungs now, telling me how he wanted to shoot real bad now. Guiding my finger to his butt-nut I poked and prodded and instantly, a high arc of the cop's seed shot up over his torso, over his head and splattered all over the wall behind the couch. I repeated the process a good ten times and so did his cock.
As we both came down, I still massaged his insides while he rolled his head and cooed in fucked-out bliss.
"Man, Lieutenant," I croaked through the dryness of my throat, "I want a lot more of this ass."
"Would love to give it to you, cadet," he said. "But I'm a married man." The smirk he gave me told me we had one hell of a weekend left in store.