Forward-- This story is based on a formerly nameless character in Eric's story, "Jack Black and the Cop." We felt this character deserved his own story, so here is the first of what we hope will be several chapters of the Nate Hunter Saga. We hope you enjoy it.
J.F.
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The Nate Hunter Saga
By Eric and by Jack Forester
Chapter 1: Jailbird Bikers
Nate Hunter, deputy sheriff of a county in Arizona, was a good cop, a tough cop, and a stud. Some people called him Snake, but he never really liked that nickname. Some said he was called that because of his tall, slim, wiry build and the tight jeans that fit like a snakeskin, strained by firm leg and thigh muscles and a high round ass--nothing sagged on Snake Hunter. Some claimed he was mean as a snake, and that's how he got the name. A few in the know believed it came from the length of the snake hanging between his legs, and how quickly that mansnake could come out, rise up, and spit at you. From a physical evidence standpoint, the latter was certainly the most plausible explanation.
Nate, as he preferred to be called, was riding in a pickup truck he used as his patrol car, feeling a little horny, and occasionally running his hand over his crotch for the pleasure it produced in that snake nestled over his balls and between his legs. It had been a fucking slow day, he thought to himself, or more appropriately, a slow fucking day. His radio hissed, and he answered, receiving a message from a state cop fuckbuddy of his who happened to be patrolling the same stretch of interstate highway.
"Nate, you won't believe what I just picked up," the trooper radioed. "When I stopped me a fuckin' green Porche convertible for speeding at 90 miles an hour, it was being driven by a buck naked, bare-ass, motherfucking stud. Jack Black is his name and he was sporting a super boner--a hard-on from hell. I gave him the choice of a either a misdemeanor ticket or committing another misdemeanor with me--sucking my cock and fucking my ass. We're on our way to that old abandoned house, the Adam's place. Get your ass and big prick over here and give me a hand. We can both have some fun with this fuck stud."
"Fuck yeah. Get the fucker hot and I'll be there pronto," Nate radioed back.
He made a U-turn and headed for the deserted house. En route, he eased his hardening cock out of his jeans and started jacking it slowly.
Meanwhile, Jack Black, busy getting out of a speeding ticket the way he usually did, heard a vehicle approaching and looked up to see a pickup truck pulling into the area.
The trooper released Jack's cock long enough to say, "Relax, Sport. I radioed my deputy sheriff fuckbuddy and invited him to join our hot cum action. That's just him, ready to fuck ass. After all, he has jurisdiction in these parts too." The patrolman went back to sucking on Jack's reinvigorated cock. Nate parked his truck near them and watched the show for a couple of minutes before he got out.
Jack was using his hand on the cop's cock so he could check out the stud who had gotten out of the truck. He could see that the deputy was tall, slim, and wiry muscular, with a hard ass tightly crammed into well-worn, skin-tight jeans. He had sandy brown hair, medium length, tousled and unkempt, but not messy and a sandy brown moustache which covered his upper lip. He wore a western shirt with the sleeves cut out at the shoulders and a deputy sheriff's star pinned over his left tit. The shirt was mostly unbuttoned, showing a tangle of that same sandy hair covering his chest. He had a sexy looking stubble of beard, like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. And sticking straight out from his unbuttoned jeans was an uncut cock even longer than Jack's 9 inch boner. It looked like a knight's lance probing in front of him. He gave Jack a crooked grin when he saw Jack's satisfied appraisal of his cock.
"Hope you like this cock, son, cause you're gonna get to use it. I've got 10 1/2 inches of manmeat ready to fuck your ass," the deputy drawled.
" 'Son!' " thought Jack. "The fucker can't be much older than I am. God what an attitude. But he's so damn hot he can call me anything he wants!"
Nate removed his shirt, and then his cowboy boots so he could shed those jeans that were like a second skin on him. He had no underwear to take off. He put his boots back on--he liked to fuck with his boots on. There the deputy stood, a wiry, hairy, naked stud in cowboy boots with an incredibly long cock bouncing straight out in front of him. He slapped the highway cop on his naked ass saying, "Enough of this horseshit. Let's get to some real fucking. I want the asshole of that hot fuckbait with the supersized dong."
"I'm ready stud," replied the well hung speeder. "Eat my ass, you cowboy stud. Put that hairy face between my ass cheeks and rim my asshole with your ass licking tongue. Stick it in. Fuck my asshole with your tongue, which I hope is as long as that motherfucking man juicer between your legs. Then when my shithole is slick with your spit, ram that fuckstick inside me and fill me with your fuck juice."
"Best offer I've had all day," the deputy answered back. He buried his face in Jack's ass crack, with his beard stubble scratching against Jack's ass while his tongue--and it was long--licked at the ass rim before probing the tight asshole.
"Fuck me," cried Jack, who was now more than ready to have the deputy's cock up his ass. "Fuck me hard, you horny bastard. Stick that long hard cock as far up me as it'll go. I need a real fuck, and you look to be the man that can do it."
"A real man's fuck is just what you're gonna get from this man-fucker," Nate replied.
He positioned himself at Jack's ass, but Jack reached down and put his hand around the long prick about to ram into him. He frigged it a couple of times, feeling how stiff it was. It was wonderfully slick from the precum that had been oozing from it's slit. With Jack's legs over his shoulders, Nate plunged his long wand into Jack's ass, pushing it deeper and deeper in till his belly was pressed against Jack's ass cheeks. Nate knew that although other fuckers had fatter cocks, few had longer ones. He loved the feeling of it piercing so deeply into another stud's gut. Nate began humping slowly at first and then with more force. The trooper now was kneeling down beside Jack with his head virtually in Jack's crotch, watching the long skinny prick slip in and out of the speeder's asshole. Nate grunted with pleasure at each thrust. His super long cock was pounding up a hot ass, hungry for his cock. After exploding a load of hot mancream and flooding the clinching asstrack, Nate relaxed, letting his long mansnake gradually soften and eventually slip out of the fuckhole he had so enjoyed.
After several more pleasure bouts among the three of them, Nate got dressed and returned to town. "Duty calls," he yelled to his trooper buddy as he drove off, pleased with the way his day was "picking up".
Arriving back at the station, Nate was greeted at the door by Jed, the young jailkeeper.
"We've got a couple of new guests who're giving me some trouble. A couple of bikers got picked up at Harry's Truck Stop for getting into a fight with one of the truckers--not sure about what, but they raised a hell of a ruckus and Harry called the cops to come get the two fuckers before they stirred up any more fuckin' trouble. So we got 'em. You can hear 'em from here. Do you want to see them?"
Nate could hear the noise coming from the cells and walked back to see the new arrivals. The two were in the same cell. Both were young--no more than 22 or 23, but tough looking. One of then was dark--dark hair, black eyes flashing indignation and anger, and a thick black Fu Manchu moustache drooping around the corners of his mouth and almost dripping off his face. Nate though he was not bad looking, sexy, with a scar on his cheek below his ear, like maybe he had been in a fight with beer bottles. "Mean but hot sexy," Nate thought. His sexy look was helped by the clothes he was wearing. He had on a torn black muscle shirt that looked it was sprayed on over his chest. The tear let his right tit stick out, showing it to be pierced by a shiny steel ring. He also had a matching ring in his left ear. There was a skull tattoo on his left bicep, which bulged with power below a tight black leather strap. He had on skin tight frayed jeans with some extra studding, several rips which showed skin beneath the jeans, and a threadbare crotch and thigh area where the legs had rubbed together from those powerful and muscular thighs. Nate was sure he was seeing a hint of bare balls form that impressive basket. The jeans were tucked into heavy engineer's boots which had metal studs around the heel and a steel toe cap.
The second prisoner had dirty blond hair, a stubble of blond beard from 3 or 4 days of not shaving, innocent looking blue eyes, and a body which looked like it had been shaped in an expensive gym with a personal trainer. He was not wearing a shirt which gave Nate a good view of his great body--suckable tits, meaty pecs, and washboard stomach. He, too, was wearing hip hugging tight jeans, pushed into his boots. The jeans rode so low that they showed the upper part of his ass crack. They had a crotch bulge that immediately attracted Nate's attention. Some strategically placed holes, which had perhaps been deliberately cut, showed enough skin to prove he wasn't wearing any underwear. "He's got it and likes to show it off," Nate thought. "We'll having a fucking ball if I can get him naked."
"What do these two call themselves," Nate asked the jailer.
"The dark haired fella' is listed as Mike Rand and the blond beauty is Cal Henderson," replied Jed. "They're from L.A and were riding together cross country till they got into the fight at Harry's. We've got their bikes in the impound lot."
The dark one, obviously the leader of the two, began yelling about how hot the jail was and how they shouldn't be here--the other fucker started the goddamn fight.
"Cut the shit," answered back Nate. "This is Arizona, it's summer, and it's hot. This fucking jail ain't air conditioned because the county won't pay for it--for you back here in the cells or for us up front. If you're so hot, take of those goddamn bluejeans."
Nate looked over at Jed who suddenly seemed intrigued by the suggestion and was giving the blond's heavy basket a careful going over. "This could be interesting," thought Nate. "If Jed has a hankering for manmeat, I have a feeling he could get his fill here."
"Well boys, you're gonna be here till we get this straightened out. You might as well get comfortable. Go ahead and take off some clothes if you like," said Nate, giving his crotch a not so subtle rub.
"I would," Mike replied, " but I'm not wearing any fucking underwear. It's this or bare-ass."
"It's OK with us," Jed suddenly chimed in as he absentmindedly rubbed his own crotch, which was beginning to show a distinct bulge.
Nate laughed aloud saying, "Yeah, get out of those fuckin' jeans. Anything you've got I've seen bigger, swallowed bigger, and fucked bigger."
Jed gave a quick surprised look at Nate. He had heard a few rumors about Nate, but people said lots of things about Nate, mostly because they were kind of afraid of him. Although he had heard Nate on occasion talk about "fucking somebody's ass," Jed had never thought he meant it literally. The sudden realization that the deputy sheriff was a stud fucker caused even more blood to flow into Jed's hardening prick.
Jed's attention was suddenly brought back to Cal, who grinned as he replied to Nate's comment. "I don't know about that, Deputy,." he said as he slowly unbuttoned his 501's and gradually began showing more and more cock. When he pushed the tight denim down off his hips, an enormous cut cock popped up, already erect and oozing precum.
At the sight of the prisoner's monster cock, Jed gave a gasp and stepped forward to the cell bars, trying to get as close to that big hunk of manmeat as possible. Nate, more experienced in judging--and sucking--cocks, estimated it to be about 9 inches--shorter than his own--but a hell of a lot fatter with a purple plum head that would be a big mouthful for any cocksucker.
Jed was rubbing his hard cock through his pants. Cal began frigging his cock, looked at Jed and said, "Take it out. Take that fuckstick out nice and slow. Let me see how you're hung." Jed had totally forgotten that Nate and the other prisoner were there, that he was the cop and Cal was the prisoner, and that he should be the one giving the orders, not the one taking them. He did exactly as Cal said: Unzipped his pants, pushed them down to his knees, pushed his boxer shorts down also and offered a respectable sized boner--about 6 1/2 inches of hard cut cock with a fat head already pouring fuck juice out of it's piss slit. Cal pushed his big cock between the bars, and Jed stepped forward, knelt down and began licking it with his tongue while he used his hand to frig and play with his own cock. He looked as if he were in a hypnotic trance, he was so focused on Cal's meat.
Nate and Mike were both getting turned on by this cock play and were feeling their own tools. Mike pushed his pants all the way down, revealing no underwear. He had a steel cockring which encircled the base of his cock and balls. He frigged his cock and ran his tongue over his mustache covered upper lip all the while staring intently at Nate's crotch. Nate, getting the message, pushed his Levi's down to his knees, letting his 10 1/2 inch lance spring forward. Mike moved forward to the bars beside Cal and Jed and pushed his prick through where Nate was waiting, cock in hand. He took a good grip on Mike's rigid cock, enjoyed the feel of it and then took it into his mouth.
Nate enjoyed the feeling of the young punk's cock in his mouth, and he was hoping that he'd get the chance later to feel it shooting hot mancream down his throat or up his asshole. But first he had some business to take care of. It was time that everyone learned their place. Nate looked up at Mike. He had his hands through the bars, resting them on the horizontal bar crossing the uprights. His eyes were closed in ecstasy. This was just what Nate was counting on. Before the man knew what happened, Nate had cuffed his hands together through the bars.
"What the fuck are you doing, you mother fucking bastard," demanded Mike.
"No white trash punk is shootin' his load down my throat," replied Nate, having recognized right off what kind of man Mike was- all take and no give. "That's a privilege reserved for real men," he continued. "And as for mother fucking, somebody's gonna get fucked, but it ain't gonna be no mother. I think it's time you learned a little respect for authority. In the process you're gonna learn to suck cock and take it up the ass like a real man."
Mike was stunned. How could the deputy possibly know that although Mike liked to do his share of fucking, he had only rarely sucked cock and had never let another guy fuck his ass. Was it just a lucky guess. He was starting to get scared. It was almost as if the lawman could see right through him..
This little exchange had gotten Jed's attention. Looking at him, Nate said, "Give me your handcuffs."
Without a thought, Jed handed his handcuffs to Nate. Much to Jed's surprise though, Nate immediately cuffed Jed's hands behind his back.
"What the hell are you doing, Nate," cried Jed.
"I'm gonna give you a little lesson in what happens to jail keepers who forget that they're in charge," replied the deputy, unlocking the cell and forcing Jed, with his pants and boxers still down around his ankles, into the cell. He forced Jed down onto the cot in the cell, where he undid one of the handcuffs, only to put the chain through the rail at the head of the cot before putting the cuff back on Jed's hand.
Looking at Cal, Nate said, "Well, Blondie, he's yours to do with whatever you want."
"You can't do this to me," protested Jed.
"Well, it's either this or I can tell the sheriff that you've started taking orders from prisoners. Your choice." Nate knew this wasn't really much of a choice, as it was no secret that the sheriff didn't particularly like Jed and was always looking for an excuse to fire him. Jed gave a resigned look.
Cal walked over to the cot grinning. "Looks like you're my prisoner now, Jailer man."
Nate watched as the muscular blond proceeded to pull off Jed's shoes, followed by his pants and underwear. Cal took the lace out of one of Jed's shoes and proceeded to wrap it several times around the base of Jed's cock and balls. The makeshift cockring had it's desired effect, making the subdued jailer's tool appear to grow bigger and stiffer. Cal then pulled Jed's shirt up over his head and arms, pushing it a bit up the chain connecting the handcuffs. He leaned down and gave Jed's erect nipples a forceful twist.
"I think we're in for some fun, Yokel," declared Cal. With that, he climbed on the cot straddling Jed's face. Positioning his asshole over Jed's mouth, he continued, "you've tasted my cock. Now try my asshole."
Jed slowly stuck his tongue out and started licking Cal's asshole.
"Come on, I wanna feel that tongue up my asshole," yelled Cal, giving Jed's balls a forceful squeeze to reinforce his point, and winking at Nate.
Satisfied that Jed would be OK in the hands of the blond prisoner, Nate turned his attention back to Mike, from whom a sting of profanity had been coming since Nate first handcuffed him.
"Shut the fuck up and act like a man," yelled Nate, slapping the punk's muscular ass. "I'm gonna make a man out of you yet," he continued as he peeled off his shirt and jeans, putting his cowboy boots back on his feet after freeing himself of his clothes. As for Mike, Nate pulled off the young man's boots and pants, then took his knife and cut the already torn shirt off his body, making sure the punk could feel the cold steel of the blade as it slit through the fabric. Standing behind Mike, Nate's cock pressed against his ass as he ran his hands up Mike's sides, his hands finally finding the young guy's pecs. Nate pulled on the ring in Mike's nipple, hard, just enough to cause him to wince, but not enough to really hurt him. Mike was holding up well; although he was terrified at what this deputy might be going to do to him, he trembled only slightly, trying to keep the wiry cowboy cop from seeing how scared he really was. Nate repositioned Mike, forcing him down to his knees and then turning him around, his hands awkwardly above his head.
He looked Mike directly in the eye. Mike tried to look defiant, but Nate could see the fear peaking through. "Good," thought Nate, "he's learning that there's always gonna be someone out there tougher than he is."
"I want you to smell what a real man smells like," Nate said, forcing Mike's face into his crotch. Nate's big 10 1/2 inch cock was now pressed against the side of Mike's face, some precum oozing out into his hair, and his mustache tickling Nate's big balls. Mike resisted inhaling the man scent of Nate, but finally he had to, a little at first, but then inhaling deeply, compelled in some animal way he didn't quite understand.
"Now, I want you to taste what a real man tastes like," continued Nate, forcing Mike's mouth to the tip of his long fuckstick. Part of Mike was eager to take the deputy's meat into his mouth, but part of him still resisted Nate's domination of him. "I know you want to take that big cock in your mouth," Nate said confidently, looking Mike directly in the eye, as though he could read Mike's mind. Mike tentatively licked at the slit, getting a taste of the deputy's seed. Mike again looked up at Nate, not defiantly anymore, and not really afraid either. Holding Mike's head, Nate began to push his cock into the stud's mouth. He pushed in about five inches, then pulled it out, and repeated this, getting up a good fucking rhythm. Mike didn't resist, and was in fact starting to enjoy sucking the tough deputy's big cock. "I told you you wanted it, didn't I. In fact you want more, don't you?"
"Mmmngh" was all Mike could manage with his mouth full of the cowboy cop's dick.
Slowly, with his hands still holding Mike's head, Nate began working more and more of his fuckstick into Mike's mouth. Soon, his cock was hitting the back of Mike's throat. When he started to gag, Nate pulled back a bit, then slowly began the process again. In short order, Mike was able to take almost all of Nate's cock, deepthroating that snake with only occasional gagging. It didn't escape Mike that Nate was actually being quite gentle with him. He could have just as easily been rough.
"You're one good cocksucker, Rand," moaned Nate as he continued to fuck the young man's throat.
Mike noticed that it was the first time Nate had called him by name.
Nate could tell he was about ready to blow his wad. "Get ready for some mancream kid, because I'm about to shoot." Nate pulled back, so that his load shot into Mike's mouth, allowing him to taste the deputy's jism. Shot after shot of the salty bitter fluid filled his mouth. He managed to swallow much of it, hungrily drinking it down, but several large globs dribbled out the corners of his mouth, getting caught in his drooping mustache.
Meanwhile, Cal was enjoying his recent reversal of fortune. Judging by his groans of pleasure, Jed was giving him a pretty good rimming. "Yeah, that's it you bastard, stick your tongue up my shit hole. Lick me out. Ahhngh. Yeah," Cal repeated over and over.
If his rock hard cock was any indication, Jed was enjoying eating out the prisoner's ass. Jed was, however, pretty inexperienced when it came to man-sex. Once, when he and a couple of high school football buddies had been drinking a little too much they had all frigged each other off. One of his pals had even sucked him off that night. Tonight, however, it appeared Jed might be in for the crash course on man- sex..
Cal repositioned himself so that the tip of his cock was over Jed's mouth. "This is the cock that got me into this," thought Jed excitedly, as he opened his mouth to accept the fleshy rod.
Unlike Nate, who took it slow with Mike, Cal immediately shoved his huge cock all the way into Jed's mouth and down his throat. He rammed it in and out a few times, then pulled out to allow Jed to stop gagging and gulp in some air before Cal thrust his meat down the bound man's throat once again.
"Suck my meat, you cocksucking bastard," Cal now yelled at Jed. Cal was not usually so aggressive, but something about dominating the jailer made it hard for him to control himself. Poor Jed was not used to such rough treatment. He had never sucked a cock before, although he had often wondered what it would be like, especially after the night his friend had sucked him off. A few times when he had seen Nate pissing, he had gotten hard thinking about what it would be like to run his tongue over that cockhead and take the stem down his throat. But he had never actually had one in his mouth before. Also, Nate's cock, although longer, was not as thick as the blond stud's choker.
Suddenly, Jed remembered something he had read in a porn magazine once. It was a piece written by a famous porn queen whose special talent was deepthroating horse-hung guys..what had she said... something about the key to taking a big cock to the hilt was to relax and let it happen--just let that cock ride down your throat... Once Jed tried this, things went much easier. Soon he was getting into it, moving his tongue and lips over the massive cock as it slid in and out of his mouth and loving the feel of the soft flesh on the hard cock.
"Yeah, that's it cocksucker. You're a fuckin' great face fuck. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Suck my cock. Ohhhhhhh. Arrrrrgh," cried Cal, as he shot his load down Jed's gullet. Jed hungrily swallowed every drop of Cal's cum, sucking hard on the softening cock to get every drop.
"I like it," Jed thought. "I can't believe I've been missing out on this."
With the sight, sound and smell of all the hot mansex going on in the cell, Nate's cock barely softened after the face fuck he gave Mike. "Time to sample some prisoner ass," he thought to himself.
"Turn around," he commanded Mike, helping to reposition Mike so that he was now on his knees facing the bars, his hands holding the bars near where his wrists were shackled. Mike knew what was coming next, with an odd sense of both excitement and apprehension.
Using his fingers, Nate scooped some of the mixture of his cum and Mike's saliva from the biker's chin and moustache. Spreading the stud's asscheeks, he rubbed the mixture on Mike's puckering asshole, slowly working in a finger, then two. The prisoner's asshole was yielding, yet tight.
"Nice and tight," commented Nate out loud. "I bet you've never been fucked." By now, the action of Nate's fingers massaging Mike's prostate had the young stud a little scared but still hot to be fucked.
"No, but I'm ready now," cried Mike as he looked back at Nate. "Fuck my virgin asshole with that man- sized fucktool of yours. I want it. I want it real bad. Come on and fuck me you cop-stud. Please. Do it now. I need your cock in me."
How could Nate deny a request like that? Giving his cock a squeeze, more precum oozed from the head of Nate's cock. He rubbed the glistening end of his long cock around Mike's waiting asshole, making sure both were nice and slick for entry. "Here it comes, you horny mother fucker," said Nate, as he began inserting his cock up the virgin hole. Meeting with little resistance, he put his hands on Mike's hips and slowly pushed his entire cock up the young man's tight ass.
"Ohhhhaaarrhhhhhh," groaned Mike in the mixture of pleasure and pain that is the first time. Nate slowly pulled his long snake most of the way out and then pushed it in again, this time a bit faster. This was repeated, with the pace quickening, until they both settled into a fucking rhythm, Mike pushing his ass back to meet Nate's strokes.
"Oh...yeah...annhh..yeah man, fuck my asshole. Ram your big long prick up my virgin asshole. Ohhhhhahhh. Yeah fuck me. Fuck me hard. Blow your seed up my ass. Make me a man," Mike repeated over and over as Nate gave his manpussy a good fucking. They kept this up for what seemed like hours, when Nate arched his back, thrusting deeply into Mike's gut, and released his load. A long throaty groan came from his lips as he spewed his man juice up Mike's ass.
Across the cell, Cal, having just shot a huge creamy load down Jed's throat, now noticed the shackled bailiff's throbbing red cock, begging for relief. Jed's cock was certainly not one of the biggest Cal had ever seen, but by now it may well have been the hardest. His asshole was hot to be fucked after the rimming Jed had given him earlier, so he said, "Well now, Jed old boy, looks like your peter could use a little relief. I think after the fine job you did sucking my cock, I'm gonna reward you by taking a ride on that fuck stick of yours."
By now, copious amounts of precum had oozed from Jed's piss slit, making his cock slick and ready to fuck Cal's waiting ass. With Jed lying on his back on the jail cot, Cal squatted over him with his asshole poised above Jed's upright hard cock, and impaled himself on the throbbing pole in one swift movement "Mmmmmm yeah," he moaned softly, throwing his head back as Jed's cock slipped up his asshole.
Jed gasped at the sudden warm tightness surrounding his cock.. Cal began moving up and down on Jed's cock with abandon, much to Jed's delight. Jed's cock had been aching for this type of relief for some time. If this was what it was like to be overcome by a prisoner, maybe he would have to try it more often, he thought only half joking to himself. Cal began forcefully twisting Jed's erect nipples. Between this, being bound, and having a blond stud prisoner riding his dick, the young jailer was overcome with the raw sexuality of what was happening. He began groaning with delight at the new sensations he was experiencing.
The hard shaft he was riding, rubbing his prostate, soon had Cal's meat coming to life once again. Cal reached back and grabbed Jed's balls, rubbing them and gently squeezing them. "Come on you son of a bitch. I want to feel you shoot your hot load up my asshole. Fuck this ass and shoot your load. Give it to me. Shoot it!"
It was all too much. "I'm cumming," Jed cried out as he let go. His whole body shook as his hot spunk shot up Cal's asshole. Although Jed jerked off a lot, he had never experienced a sensation of his cum flooding out of his dick like he did now. He thought he must have shot a gallon before his cock stopped twitching up the hot prisoner's butt.
Although Jed had had a super hot climax, Cal's cock was rock hard again and wanted some more action. "You got me damn horny with that cock of yours up my ass. I think maybe you could use a good fucking. It might do both of us fuckers good," Cal said. "I know it'll do me some good anyway, and I don't really give a shit whether it does you any good or not." He didn't really mean it. He probably wouldn't really ream out this guy if he wasn't sure the jailer really wanted to get fucked, but he was really getting into the whole scene. So was Jed.
Cal grabbed Jed's ankles and pulled them up over the bailiff's head, securing them to the rail at the head of the cot using some of the clothing that had been shucked off by the cell full of horny men. Jed offered only token resistance to his further bondage, more for effect than to offer real resistance.
"Just makin' sure you're gonna cooperate," Cal said finishing the final knot that now had his captive with legs spread and asshole vulnerable.
Although he was a little nervous about getting his ass fucked, Jed couldn't believe how much he was enjoying being at the mercy of this studly prisoner.
Cal took a moment to enjoy his handiwork. The sight of the jailer's legs spread apart, bound up and helpless with his butthole fully exposed and vulnerable to Cal's ass-hungry cock sent a fresh surge of blood to his dick. Kneeling on the foot of the cot just below Jed's ass, Cal rubbed his index finger up and down Jed's ass crack. It was nice and slick from the bailiff's own cum, which had dripped out of Cal's ass following their fuck. Without warning, Cal stuck his finger up Jed's asshole.
Jed gasped with surprise at the sudden intrusion.
Cal worked in a second finger.
"Annnngh," moaned Jed, as the prisoner worked the two fingers in and out of his ass.
"Yeah, just wait till I fuck that tight shit hole of yours with my big cock," Cal taunted as he proceeded to position the plum sized head of his hard fuckstick at the bound bailiff's twitching asshole. With one slow but smooth motion, Cal buried his cock to the balls in Jed's ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh," moaned Jed, as the massive dick invaded his body, stretching his asshole and filling his bowels. Cal slowly pulled back, only to plunge his cock back into the helpless jailer, this time a bit faster.
"Ohhhhhhhh," repeated Jed again at the new intrusion. Again Cal pulled nearly out of Jed's ass, only to plunge back in.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah, fuck me man," cried Jed.
Cal was a bit relieved that Jed was enjoying being fucked. "Yeah man, you like my big fat cock up your ass, don't you," demanded Cal as he continued to fuck the man faster and faster.
"Yes, god yes," moaned Jed.
"Yeah, you like having your faggot ass fucked, don't you. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how much you want my hard cock fucking your virgin shithole," challenged Cal.
"Fuck me man. Fuck me hard with that big cock. Ohhhh, yeeahhh, fuck me hard and shoot your load up my ass. I love your fucking cock up my tight asshole you mother fucking bastard," Jed managed to cry out as Cal continued to pound away at his ass.
Both men began to grunt and groan in pleasure, as the pace of their fucking continued to accelerate. Finally Cal could hold out no longer.
"I'm gonna' cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna shoot a hot load of ball juice up your........" he managed before crying out in ecstasy as he let loose his second load of jizz up the bailiff's butt. He collapsed onto Jed's chest, with his softening cock still plugging Jed's ass slit.
Meanwhile, Nate having just finished fucking Mike's asshole, withdrew his cock. Nate fished the handcuff key from the pocked of his jeans, released the cuff from Mike's left wrist, turned him around, and then snapped the cuff on his own left wrist. Mike wasn't sure weather there was supposed to be some deep symbolic meaning to Nate's actions, or whether he just wanted to keep Mike from doing anything funny. For that matter, Nate wasn't sure why he had just handcuffed himself to the prisoner; it really wasn't for security, after all. Deep down, Nate knew he wanted to be close to somebody else, but he knew Mike wasn't that man. Regardless of that, he had been longing to have Mike's hot cock up his ass since he laid eyes on the young fuck stud. Now that he had taught the biker a lesson, he was ready to let the kid have his ass. Nate pulled Mike down on top of him, and their mustached mouths met in a hot kiss. Nate could taste his own spunk dried on Mike's lips and mustache. Tasting his own jizz on the biker's mouth made Nate all the hotter to be fucked.
"Show me what you can do with that fuckstick, you cocksucker," commanded Nate, throwing his cowboy boot clad feet over Mike's shoulders. "Fuck this man's ass with that cock of yours. I want you to see how a real man takes a cock up the ass."
Mike needed no further encouragement than this. To Mike's surprise, being under Nate's control had been a real turn for him, and by now his cock was aching for relief. The steel cockring he wore enhanced his erection, his cock now thickly veined and engorged, with large amounts of precum oozing from the slit. Mike's slimy cockhead slipped easily into Nate's tight asshole.
"Ooooohh yeah," moaned Mike as he buried his meat to the hilt into Nate's ass.
"Yeah, that's it, let me feel your meat up my ass. Fuck my asshole. Pump your meat in and out of my shit hole," yelled Nate.
Although Mike was fucking Nate, Nate was still the one in control. They both knew it, and Mike didn't care. Mike began to move his cock in out of Nate's chute. Mike could feel Nate's ass working his cock over, as if it were milking his meaty shaft.
"Shit, this guy know's what he's doing" thought Mike to himself. "He can work a cock with his asshole better than most can with a hand."
For his part, Nate was enjoying the feeling of having his ass so well stuffed by Mike's thick slab. He also noticed that Mike was pretty good with his fuckstick. He didn't just pump in and out like a machine, he kept changing his tempo and angle and moaning how good Nate's ass felt. The action his ass was getting, being filled up and having that big dick sliding over his prostrate, had Nate's ample meat growing once again to it's full 10 1/2 inches. He wasn't sure if he would cum from Mike's ass-reaming, but even if he didn't it sure was a good start for his own next fuck.
"Oh god, I wanna come so bad, man," cried Mike, as he continued to pound away at Nate's ass.
"Shoot your load up my asshole, you son of a bitch," cried Nate. "Pump your biker cream into me. This cop can take anything you have you fuckin' bastard so lets see what you've got."
Nate's rough talk sent Mike over the edge. "Oh god agggggghhhhh," he groaned uncontrollably, as his load began spewing into the deputy's bowels.
"Yeah, fill me with that hot mancream," Nate encouraged, watching Mike's twisted and contorted face as the biker continued shooting his seed up Nate's shit hole.
"That was a pretty good fuck, Rand," Nate said as Mike pulled his softening cock from Nate's chute. "You got me horny for another fuck. How about your blond friend? I bet he's a pretty good fuck, huh?"
Mike just kind of nodded his head in agreement, still a little disoriented after his orgasm. Nate looked over to the other two. Cal had begun to suck the bound bailiff's cock and balls. Jed was dying to cum after having his ass reamed out by Cal; he was moaning in pleasure under Cal's ministrations.
Noting that Cal had trussed up Jed like a Thanksgiving turkey using articles of clothing, Nate interrupted the blond stud's cocksucking, "You're a resourceful son of a bitch, aren't you Blondie?" "I know a few tricks," replied Cal.
"Well, do you know how to take my cock up your ass," asked Nate.
"Thought you'd never ask, deputy" Cal replied.
Cal knelt on the foot of the cot with his ass in the air. He immediately returned his attention to Jed's straining member, much to Jed's relief. Nate got up and walked up behind Cal, dragging Mike, who was still handcuffed to him, along as well.
"Looks like you get to watch, Mike" Nate said to him. Mike gave a big grin; he was anxious to watch this cock that he had enjoyed up his own butt hammering away at his buddy's ass.
Cal's butt hole was still slick with the semen that Jed had blown up there, so Nate grabbed his hips and slowly began to shove his shank up the cocksucker's mancunt. Mike watched in amazement as Cal's asshole swallowed up that long snake. Seeing how easy Cal took his cock, Nate immediately began fucking him in earnest, with long powerful strokes.
"Your ass feels really good, Henderson. I bet you've made a lot of fuckers real happy, haven't you. Rand here musta' broke you in real good," he said as he fucked the man.
Despite having a mouth full of the jailer's cock, Cal was beginning to moan in pleasure at the fuck Nate was giving him. Watching Nate in action was getting Mike so turned on, he was no longer content to be a spectator. He managed to position himself under Cal, so that he was able to suck the blond's cock, which despite having shot twice, was hard once again. He also had a great view of Nate's cock sliding in and out of Cal's tight hole. He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue to lick that long tool as it poked in and out of his friend's asshole, as his hand found his own engorged cock and began jerking it. Cal's pleasure only enhanced the enthusiasm with which he sucked Jed's cock. The concrete walls of the small cell echoed the moans and groans of pleasure as the four randy men, fucking, sucking and frigging, approached orgasm. It was hard to tell who came first, but in short order, mancream began to fly amid a chorus of throaty grunts. Cal was filled from both ends--ass and mouth--with lawmen's jism, his own load shooting on Mike's face, while Mike juiced up his own chest.
After catching his breath a minute, Nate unlocked himself from Mike, got dressed, and untied Jed. Addressing the heap of cum covered, fucked-out men remaining in the cell, Nate said, "I'm goin' home to get some shut eye. If I were you guys, I'd get cleaned up. The night guard Dora'll be here in about 10 minutes. She takes no shit from nobody and she's kind of a prude, all 250 hard-as-nails pounds of her, and I don't think she'd approve of your condition."
Nate couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he left, conjuring up the mental image of those three scrambling to make themselves presentable before Dora arrived for her shift.
To be continued...