Kellan-------
I was staying with my aunt and uncle for the weekend, on my way to see friends out on the coast. It was a hot May Sunday afternoon when I was playing a game of one-on-one with my cousin Trevor. He ran at me, trying to get the ball when I wasn't looking and tripped. He landed on top of me, his smooth sweat polished skin sweltering against the damp curls of my chest. At 19, he'd grown up to be a hot little fucker; lean, hard body - a distance runner. I grabbed the tight cheeks of his ass, well hidden in his baggy shorts, and ground his crotch into my suddenly hard erection. He wriggled and pushed at me, trying to get away so I wouldn't feel the rhythmic throbbing of his stiff cock. I held steady.
"What's the matter, Chiz-Jizz?" The name came back like it was yesterday. His middle name was Chisolm, and I'd tease him with that when we were younger. "Feels like the ol' cum-gun's primed and loaded. Just like old times!" I added and pushed my steely pistol against his abs.
"Fuck you." He tried to knee me in the nuts and jumped up, ran toward the house.
I raced after him, through the house, down the stairs to the basement. I got my foot in the door of his room before he could slam it. He flopped down on the bed, saying "We're not kids anymore, and I'm no fag."
"No, we're not kids." I said as I closed the door. My left hand had automatically strayed to my right tit while my right hand eased my shorts down. Trev's gaze stayed on the swollen length hidden under my jock. A classic Bike. My dick was ached, painfully straining under the wide waist band. I adjusted myself, the heart shaped knob popped out the side, moist. I grabbed my nuts, the tip of my shaft blossomed, greasy drops of pre-spunk streamed from the reddened piss-lips. "And if being a fag means you like getting your rocks off with another guy, I'd don't have any problems with that. Don't tell you're not rock-hard. C'mon, let me see your dick."
Trevor didn't say anything as he unzipped his shorts, sliding them down his legs and gradually lie back on the bed. The thick tube of his rigid pole lay across his belly, trapped beneath his white jockeys, the protruding vein pulsed. A circle of moisture spread, the pulsating knob nearly exposed against the damp material. I had to stop myself, I wanted to bury my face in his groin, lose myself in his sweaty crotch and taste the sweet juice but I thought he'd freak out. Continually stroking my shaft, I slipped out of my jock. I cradled the oozing head on top of the pouch, I stroked, coaxing out as much jizz as I dared.
Trev's eyes never left my straining meat as his hand slid under his shorts. I rubbed the jock under my balls making my prick dance. Trev slowly pulled down his jockeys, his stiff seven inches wavered above his abdomen, the shaft curved slightly toward the top. He watched intently when I lifted the damp jock, loudly inhaling the musky scent. I tasted the sticky fabric, his cock bounced as a continuous stream of silvery fluid that pooled on his smooth skin. I stepped closer, watching closely when he grabbed his cock, his nuts pulled tightly in their hairless sac, slowly vanished.
His whole body shook when his dick erupted, the first shooting geyser landed in the middle of his chest, followed again and again until a puddle of white hot cream pooled in his belly. I lost it, I long-stroked my shaft then my balls started to drain. My load shot everywhere, the bed, the floor. I pumped the last few custardy beads onto his thigh.
The sudden knock on the door startled both of us. We quietly scrambled, I threw my discarded jock at him to clean up and were back in our clothes in seconds. His mom wanted to make sure we were getting ready to go out to dinner.
Trevor-------
I went straight to my room when we got back home. I had to jack off. I'd put on Kel's jock under my jeans, still wet with cum, I could feel it all throughout dinner. It kept my cock hard as rock and my nuts were aching. I slipped off my shoes and hopped on the bed, hands massaging my crotch. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my hand down the solid shaft. I closed my eyes, remembering the scene earlier in the day - Kel's huge throbbing cock; his thick wad, landing hotly on my skin. I brought my hand to cover my nose and mouth; I could still smell his rich juices.
"Trevor." A voice whispered at my door. "Let me in." Damn, it was Kellan.
"What's up?" I asked, the door only slightly ajar.
"That's what I wanted to know." He said as he shoved his way in and flopped down on my bed. He'd changed clothes, now only wearing a pair of loose grey gym shorts. What I lack in body hair, Kel makes up for. Short curly hairs cover him, chest, belly, legs and no doubt his ass. My boner hurt, jeans too tight.
"You were acting strange all through dinner. Jumpy, like you got ants in your pants. Or maybe you've got something else in your pants you were thinking about?" He grabbed his cock through his shorts, pressing it against the cloth to show he was more than half hard. His arm rested behind his head, his furry pit damp with sweat. His hairy egg-sac flopped lazily between his spread legs.
My dripping dick screamed for release when he asked me, "Where's my jock?" I could only shrug in reply. "Dude, what'd you do with it? It was brand new?" He asked again.
I didn't respond, in part because I didn't know what to say. 'Well cousin, it's like this, after cleaning up our jizz I had to put it on 'cause just thinking about it made my meat hard as steel and the pouch is holding my nuts tight, building up another hot thick ball-busting load of hot sperm.' While it was the truth that didn't seem like the right thing to say.
As I stood lost in thought, he's sat on the side of the bed. He hardened pole stood at attention, poking out the leg hole of his shorts. "C'mere, Trev." He said, motioning with his finger. I didn't move.
"It's hot in here, why don't you take some of those clothes off." He continued. "C'mon, Chiz-Jizz."
I couldn't stop myself. I stood in front of him, stripped off my t-shirt. I jumped feeling his fingers across my chest as I lifted the shirt. The sensation when he tweaked both nipples at the same time almost sent me over the edge. He played at the buttons of my jeans. "I wonder," he went on rubbing the length of my jeans covered staff, "if I'll find something that belongs to me under here." My pants were around my ankles in a flash. "It's stained." He pointed to the straw colored spot covering my left nut, poking the tender orb. "Probably stinks, too." He added.
He tentatively smelled and gently chewed on the pouch. I leaned back; a silent sigh escaped my lips when I felt his hot mouth envelop first the left, then my right testicle. He gnawed the base of my shaft, pulled down the jockstrap, his tongue circled the ridge of my swollen cock-head. I reached between us and palmed his erection, felt the heat radiating from the rigid tool. I pulled away when he'd sucked in almost the length of my dick.
"Too close, gonna shoot." I whispered, out of breath.
"Isn't that the point? Besides, "Kel replied playing a finger along my dripping slit."Plenty more where that came from isn't there? I've got another two-three loads before my balls get drained for the night."
I knelt between his legs, close enough to smell his sweat, his musk, his drooling jizz-juice. I swiped a tongue across the purple cap. I looked up, his eyes were closed. I didn't want to tell him this was my first time, didn't want to ask if I was doing it right. I wrapped my lips around the fleshy brim, sucking the knob. His hands caressed the back of my head, held me, and forced me down further. I held his balls in my handing, feeling their heat, their weight in my palm. He sighed as I had them in a firmer grip, a stream of sweet-salty fluid coated my tongue. He shoved himself further down my mouth; I choked as the thickness filled me.
"Suck it, c'mon and suck my cock." His voice low. He pounded in and out my mouth in short jabs. I kept up the slow, steady sucking which he seemed to enjoy - that and the tug on his nuts each time I pulled back almost off his dripping meat. "So good, Trev. Gonna make me cum, soon. Suck me."
I didn't know if I was ready and part of my expected he'd pull out at the end. His dick grew impossibly thick, I couldn't take more than a third in my mouth when he let out a low moan, his knob blossomed and I felt the first hot current of spunk shoot down my throat. I fought the urge to gag, not because of the taste; it was sweet-sour, hot and spicy. There was so much that I couldn't swallow fast enough, with each gulp I got another burst of cum-custard, it seeped out the sides of my mouth.
He pulled out and slid down onto the floor with me. "Thanks, Chiz-Jizz." He said before covering my mouth with his. I felt his tongue slide around, lapping up the last of his load. His hand slid the length of my aching cock, down around my balls, between my legs. I bucked as a finger tickle my asshole.
"Kel, don't." I pleaded.
He palmed my meat, massaging from base to tip. He spit into his other hand, he wasn't going to listen to me. I felt the fingertip nudge the tight ring, the feel as broke through made me hornier. I lost it when he was up to the second knuckle. I leaned into him, burying my face in his furry chest when I started to spunk. I felt the heated streaks of cream splatter between us.
It was a week after Kel left. I stayed late after school, psyching myself up for the all-city junior college track meet. There was another guy, Jake, out on the field and I kept running, waiting for him to leave. I was pumped and horny; looking forward to a long jack-off session in the locker room. But wouldn't leave. I finally gave up and hit the showers. He was right behind me and we made small talk as we showered. I stole a few quick glances as he soaped himself. Smooth, lightly muscled chest; dark, dollar-sized nipples standing out noticeably against his light skin; flat belly; long, meaty cock bouncing atop his plump ball-sac. As he turned, I stared as his soapy hand slid down the hairy cleft of his bubble-butt.
I was throbbing hard in seconds, turned my back until he left the showers. I waited a few more minutes until my dick was reasonably soft, grabbed a towel to dry off and went back to the locker room. He was standing by the bench where I'd left my clothes in a pile. He was nude with just a towel draped across his shoulders. I followed his gaze down to the jock he held in his hand, my jock, Kel's jock.
"Looks like this hasn't seen a laundry in awhile." He said holding it up. "And I don't think these are piss stains." He held it to his nose. "Nope not piss, sweat yes." He stopped, despite my embarrassment I was starting to get an erection. "Yeah, "he smelled again, "cum." His dick was half-hard and doing a slow arc upward as the shaft thickened. He cupped his balls, his cock snapping to full attention. "Coach won't like this, definitely not regulation. Think I may have to confiscate this." He dropped the jock, the pouch caught on top of the straining dick-head. "Less of course you want to come claim it?" He asked with a slight smile.
A clear drop of juice formed on the tip of my cock as I walked up to him. "It's not mine." I said to him, truthfully. "You want it, it's yours."
"Got a friend over in Science could do some testing, see if it's yours or not." His jock covered pole wavered close to mine. "I'd need a 'specimen' from you. Willing?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He moved forward. The jockstrap, draped over our two fiery shafts, was now clenched in his tight fist. He rhythmically caressed our stiff meat, each stroke long and slow. His mouth opened wide with pleasure. His tongue licking his lower and upper lips. His head rolled back and forth and his nipples were erect. I leaned in and bit the distended tit between my teeth, gently. The grip tightened and pumped again.
With a loud moan of pleasure he unloaded. I felt his thick, creamy discharge cover my over-heated knob and my balls began to belch their heavy load. He continued to pump until we were both emptied.
A few minutes later, hiding my embarrassment I asked him, "When will you let me know the results of the tests?" He didn't say anything as I walked out.
Jake-------
I leaned against the locker, coming down from the high of busting a nut. Too bad I was so horny, that's one hot little fucker. I picked up the wet jock, soaked with the two loads of scum, tasted the sweet juices. My pecker started to rise again as I the rubbed strap in my crotch. It wasn't long before I was rock hard and needed to get off again. I slipped on the jock under my sweats and headed out to see what I could find.
I played pocket pool as I walked through the campus; the handy slit in the pocket of my sweats allowed easy access to my bone. I followed one guy for awhile, getting hotter as I watched his round-cheeked butt bulging out of his chinos. I squeezed my tender balls fantasizing about poking my dick into his hole. Damn I could use a hot ass. I cut across the quad, heading back to the dorm. As I passed the library, I glanced up at the row of windows on the second floor and saw a familiar figure walking back into the stacks.
I found him curled up in a chair, reading. I snuck up behind and whispered: "Who has the hottest ass around?"
"Jake, I'm trying to study." Was the only response.
"Hot tongue, no waiting." I slipped it into his ear. He continued to pretend I wasn't there.
I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped down my sweats and rubbed my packed groin against the back of his shaved head.
"What the fuck?" He whipped around, I bumped the pouch into his face. His did a quick scan, didn't see anyone and fastened his mouth on the jock. I could see by the bulging mound in his shorts he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I pulled up my sweats. "C'mon, let's get out of here." He grabbed his pack and followed me down the stairs. I told him about the guy in the locker room as we walked out the door.
"Only test gonna be done on that is a taste test." Madsen said to me when I'd finished. "You're an asshole."
"Tell me you're not horny? I asked, getting a quick feel of the stalk tenting his pants. "I want to fuck, let's go back to the dorm. Where the hell are you going? " He was headed in the opposite direction.
"Back to the gym. We can use Brad's office, I have the key."
"And what if he's there? I can't imagine the assistant wrestling coach is going to be too thrilled if we ask him to leave so we can have a quickie on his desk." I replied sarcastically.
"You never know, Jake, maybe he'd want to watch." Madsen went on casually. "I caught him whacking off one day after practice."
I stared at him in disbelief. "And?"
"Most of the team had hit the showers; I was headed there but needed to ask Brad about the schedule. I guess he thought the door was locked. He had one leg on the desk, leaning back in his chair with his head thrown back and his eyes were closed. He didn't hear me until I shut the door."
"You walked in on him jacking his dick and you didn't turn around and leave?"
He continued as we walked. "He's hung like a horse and I threw a hard-on. Well, I was nude and thought staying in his office was less embarrassing than going back to the locker room and facing the guys."
"What the hell did Brad do?" I had to ask.
"Funny thing, he didn't stop. By the time he realized I was there he was pretty close and I was matching him stroke for stroke. He shut his eyes again and kept jacking. A few minutes later he shot his wad and did he ever cream. There are oozers and shooters, he's a shooter. Spunk dripped down his chest, dripped through all that hair. It was so fucking hot."
"So what did he say?"
"Nothing." Madsen replied. "He watched, waited until I creamed and patiently asked what I needed. I told him and left. Never said a word about what happened."
I followed into the gym as he led the way to the office. Madsen was on his knees the minute the door was closed, chewing on the jock. I stared at Brad's desk, trying to imagine him jacking off. I wish I'd seen that, the guy is a HOT number with the hairiest ass I've ever seen. I fantasized about spreading those furry cheeks as Madsen slobbered up and down my raging meat while his hands caressed my inner thighs making me tremble. He managed to get my shoes, pants and jock off as he sucked me.
The thought of eating Brad's ass made my mouth water. I pulled Madsen up and bent him over the desk. I parted the bubbled cheeks, his hole winked enticingly at me. I ran my tongue down the shaved crack, skimming across the wrinkled bud lightly made him writhe.
"Do it, Jake. Don't tease." He pleaded. I obliged and dug my tongue into his tight hole, rooting as far in as I could go. He squirmed back, pushing his fleshy butt in my face. "Give me the jock, man. I gotta unload once before you fuck me." I handed it to him, gave a slap on the cheek as he lay the jock on the desk in front of his turgid prick. I alternately licked then slipped the tip of finger into the loosening crevice while he stroked himself rapidly. "Fuck yeah, don't stop. Feels good." He tickled just beneath his nuts and picked up the pace, breathing deeper and faster. "Gonna cum, gonna cum." He repeated over and over until his sphincter clutched my finger, spasming as his cock exploded.
His orgasmic convulsions subsided and I stood ready to spear his waiting asshole with my rammer when we heard a key in the lock. We broke apart, scrambling for our clothes. We tried to look innocent as Brad walked in.
"Not interrupting anything? He asked.
Madsen and I were both silent. He stammered something about needing to talk to Brad but it could wait until tomorrow and we got the hell out of there.
Brad-------
I shut the door behind them. Poor guys, scared the shit out of them. Just then my cell rang.
"Hey Matt." It was one of the coaches over at Western. "Holy shit!" I saw what was sitting on the edge of my desk.
"What's wrong" Matt asked.
I couldn't stop laughing. "I just caught two students in my office, interrupted them having sex."
"You saw them?
"No, they were dressed when I opened the door, they were pretty flushed and embarrassed. One of them was the guy I told you about that walked in on me pounding the pud."
Matt sounded awestruck. "Why don't those things ever happen to me? How do you know they were fooling around then?
"They left something on my desk. A jockstrap, with a little present." I chuckled again as I sniffed the damp spot. "Cum, still warm, too."
"Hot damn, you're a lucky stiff."
"Getting stiffer by the minute. What's up with you?" I joked.
"Just under eight inches!" Matt retorted. "Look, I'm about 10 minutes away. I was going to see if you want a drink but I'm thinking something else would be more fun. Maybe a wrestling match? See who comes out on top?"
"Matt, just get your ass here. We both know who'll be on top." I put the phone down.
I sniffed the rank jock, hand shoved in my shorts, fondling my hardened prick. I unzipped, wrapped the damp material around my drooling cock-head and wondered which of the two popped their nut. Thinking about Madsen, naked, shaved from head to toe jacking off his long, mouth-watering shaft... Damn I was getting too hot. I stepped out of my boxers, slipped on the jock under my jeans and started doing some paperwork to pass the time.
Matt showed up a few minutes later. Seconds later there was a tentative knock at the door. It was Madsen.
"Sorry to bother you," he said tentatively. "I think we left something in your office, um, by mistake."
"Really." I replied innocently. "This is Matt Grayson, from Western." They shook hands. What was it you were looking for?"
"Well," Madsen hesitated. "It was, it was one of Jake's science projects."
I couldn't resist teasing him. "Haven't seen anything unusual here, but you can look around." His eyes scanned my desk. I smiled at Matt. "We were just about to hit the mat for some practice, care to join us Madsen?" I slipped off my shoes and pulled out the extra pair of gym from my desk. "I'm sure Matt could teach you some moves you've probably never seen before."
I dropped my pants; Madsen gave an almost inaudible gasp and moved toward the door, wide-eyed.
"Thanks, but I have plans." He said shutting the door behind him.
"I take it you're wearing the missing 'science project?" Matt smiled. He pressed up behind me as I locked the door. I felt the length of his hard poker nestle into the crack of my ass as his fingers slid up my chest to my tits. "Ever been fucked across you desk?" He asked, sliding his hard meat between my legs until the fleshy knob slid under my balls.
"You know that's not my style." I reached for his protruding cock-head as it poked out the bottom of the jock. I was rewarded with a drizzle of hot pre-cum and a sigh.
"To bad you're little buddy didn't want to join us, he's got a nice ass." Matt pinched my tits as he talked. "Probably a hot fuck. Shaves his hole too?"
"Don't know," I replied. "Haven't got that close but would guess he does. God that feels good. Keep it up and maybe you can pound my ass, pretend it's him."
I was joking but no sooner were the words out, Matt was on the floor prying my ass checks apart. I bent over, feeling his hot tongue nudging the tight bud. He slapped my butt. "Open up Brad, c'mon and relax." He attacked my hole with his tongue.
I reached for his cock. Eight hard, solid inches as thick at the head as the base. He was leaking again. I eased back, pushing him until he was prone, his mouth never far from my crack. I lay on top of him to his sweet-salty scum, dipping my tongue into the slit. He bucked, shoving the immense shaft into my mouth. A finger invaded my hole, replacing the tongue as he fed me another few inches. He rolled us over and I felt the jock sliding down my legs.
He pulled out of my mouth, standing up he put on the jock then lowered his beefy ass to my face. His crack smelled musky, sweaty. I flicked the brown bud with my tongue. He bounced, each time his hole opening a little further. He fucked himself, faster, harder. I greased the gaping sphincter with spit until he was groaning with pleasure.
My dick was oozing, a continual stream of juice seeped onto my belly. I scooped up the slick fluid and covered my aching shaft. I fingered Matt's hole while I jacked, sliding another two fingers - stretching him. Until he stood up, lay his arms on my desk with his ass and legs spread. I didn't need to be asked twice. I spit in my hand, greased up my pole and aimed. I knew he was ready. There was one short grunt as I entered him, then a long purr of pleasure as my rammer stretched his anal canal and I was buried to my balls.
We fucked, hard, soundlessly except flesh hitting flesh. We were both lost in our own worlds. I reached around, grabbing the jock covered flesh pole, steely, searing, pulsating. Sweat poured from both of us. We switched positions; he lay across the desk on his back, legs wrapped around me. I continued to pound into until I could feel the tingling start in my balls. I slipped his balls out of the pouch, wrapped my fingers around the heavy orbs and pulled. He responded as I expected, begging for more. I was close and wanted us to shoot at the same time. He was nearly there.
I mashed his nuts in my fingers, flattening them against his crotch with the palm of my hand. His fingers played with his nips, pinching them hard. I yanked his ball bag, hard and quick, twice. That did it. I felt his hole contract, another tug. He hissed through his teeth when he started to cum. His tightened sphincter gripped my cock sending me over the top. I pumped and pumped, filling him with thick streams of cream; I felt it dribble down my aching nuts. He was drenching the jock, his own heavy wad seeping through the meshed fabric. I collapsed on top of him, exhausted.
The phone ringing roused both of us. I didn't bother answering. The room reeked of sex, sweat and sperm. I looked down at Matt, cum soaked and stained jock strap. It started getting me horny again. It took awhile but we started up again. I did let him fuck me, and keep the jock - just cause I'm a nice guy.
Matt-------
I wore the jock every day, it kept me feeling randy and ready - half hard most of the time. After a couple of days I was beginning to feel especially raunchy. I was watching porn on the net, jacking off with a butt plug jammed up my hole. I wanted to get off in a different way and decided to take a drive. Since it was a warm afternoon, I didn't bother with a shirt, just pulled on a loose pair of shorts. I had no idea where I was going, I just started driving around playing with my jock-encased hard cock, clenching my ass muscles around the plug.
I found myself heading north on the highway outside of town. There wasn't much traffic so I pulled down the shorts, pulled out my dick and alternately rubbed my over-heated erection and played with the butt hole. I watched traffic but did not really pay attention until I heard the blare of a horn and looked over at the car next to me. The rugged, unshaven man driving the Jeep was smiling down at me, keeping an eye on the road he kept checking out my jack-action too. Then I noticed the fat column of flesh sticking out of his unbuttoned jeans. We drove parallel for awhile, both steeling glances, continuing to jerk off.
After a couple of minutes, he sped off ahead of me. I saw him get off an exit a few miles down the road and followed him under the highway onto a frontage road. He pulled off, parking next to an abandoned gas station. He was walking inside as I pulled in next to his Jeep. The door creaked as I walked into the dark, deserted building. There was little light coming through the boarded windows.
"Come here." I heard his voice in the gloom.
My eyes slowly adapted and I saw him in the shadows. Standing, jeans around ankles, his meaty cock turgid, beckoning. I stepped in front of him, I noticed his pecs were huge and atop each beefy mound were half inch nibs. I leaned into him and chewed a stiffened peak.
"Fuck yeah." He roared. I attacked the other while I stroked his steely rod, rolled the furry ball-bag in my fingers. He ground my face to his chest, begging for more. I gnawed his sensitive nips until I felt an endless river of oily sap leaking from his swollen knob. I dropped to flick my tongue across the long slit, feeding on his spicy sauce. Lapping around the spongy rim I felt his hand glide down my back, fingers playing in the triangle of hair above my crack. His fingers played down the furry crevice until he found the hidden treasure. He stopped slightly, tracing the rounded plastic base of the plug.
"Hot damn." He whispered then eased it out slowly. He plunged it back in at the same time he rammed his sausage down my throat. I wriggled my burning ass which he took for encouragement. He pumped in and out my throat, fucking me with the thick stopper. I held onto his balls while I devoured his stalk, from bulging head to thickened base.
He pulled out the plug and thrust three fingers into my stretched hole. "Feels like your sweet butt's hungry." In a flash he was behind me, positioned at my gaping opening and plunged his rammer to the base, pulling almost out again. He fucked in long, even strokes, slapping my ass checks as he pounded. I bucked and humped my ass, meeting his every thrust. My rod had softened at his initial assault and was now back to a blood-pounding erection.
He pulled out, turned me around. I was on my back, legs spread when he shoved his fuck-rod back into my waiting hole, long steady strokes. I didn't need to touch myself, my jock covered dick was already over-stimulated, the scratchy material, damp with dripping scum and sweat was caressing my sensitive flesh with each thrust. I tweaked his tits, holding the stiff buds between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling the protruding points.
"That's it, baby, gonna make me shoot-off." He hissed. He began to batter my butt with short, savage jabs. "Don't stop, yeah. Not long and I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I played with his nips, stretching, yanking. He slapped my cheeks again and again, humping furiously. I couldn't last; I started to lose focus as I felt the prickle in my balls. He was nearly on top of me, hands on the floor plunging deeper into me. I bit his left tit. He screamed and buried himself in my gut just as I exploded. I could feel the scalding juice pound through my shaft as my balls spasmed. "Take my load, so fucking good." His cock belched, throbbing in my tightened canal, filling me with his heavy jizz load.
Ten minutes later I was back on the highway. Fifteen minutes later I was still horny, I had put the plug back in my tender ass to stop the leaking cock-juice and the vibrations of the car were making me hot. I coaxed my hammer up again, pulling it out the side of the jock, squeezing the wet, bloated head. I was paying too much attention to the pleasure and hadn't noticed the highway patrolman next to me, motioning me to follow him, off onto a side road. I struggled to get into my shorts, finally threw them on top of crotch.
He stepped up to the driver's side as I rolled down the window. "Sir, would you please step out of the car."
I didn't move. He leaned down and looked at me, all of me, the shorts across my lap. He opened the door and repeated. "Please step out of the car."
I didn't have a choice. I got out, leaving the shorts on the seat. I stood next to the car, wearing only my running shoes and jock-strap. Thankfully we were out of view of the passing cars.
"Hands on the hood, sir." I turned and did as asked. I felt his hands 'patting me down.' Like the only thing he couldn't see was my shrinking dick which stopped deflating when I felt his palm cup the bugle. The hands moved down the outside of my legs, then up the inside of calves, thighs. Rough hands parted my ass-cheeks. I heard the short grunt when he found plug, it was slowly removed. I knew it would still be coated with nut-sauce, I felt it oozing out my stretched hole. It was shoved roughly back up into ass.
"Well," the officer said. "Seems to me like someone recently took a dick up their ass and," he rubbed the jock-pouch, "smells like they blew a load getting fucked." I didn't say anything. "You a dick-hungry pussy boy?" I kept silent. "I don't think you'll need this." He tugged down the jock, lifting each foot and taking it off."
I could hear a rustle behind me, but didn't dare turn around.
"You ever eat cop-dick?" He asked slowly. "Doesn't really matter, there's a first time for everything. Yeah, that pretty little ass of yours is making balls tingle, working up a juicy load. Course," he went on smacking each cheek with an open palm, "gotta make sure you nice and tight, seeing I'm getting sloppy seconds. Turn around, son."
I lowered my hands, slowly turned and faced him. Any worries about getting raped by a redneck cop were suddenly gone. He'd removed his helmet and most of his uniform. I scanned the handsome face, short-cropped blond fuzz; his smooth, muscular chest; chaps framed the tree trunk thighs and calves; the heavy black boots. He was wearing the jock. The bulge was mouth-watering; the guy was horse-hung. My cock started its slow arc upward as walked up to me.
"Now I wonder what kind of sex pig are you?" He mused, tracing the now pulsing vein running up my shaft with a finger tip. "I know you're a cum-pig and gonna enjoy sucking you're spent load out of the jock. You a piss-pig too?" He stretched my ball bag, tight. "See, cause before I slam my fat cop-meat up your ass I got some hard pissin' to do. Yep, need to empty my bladder before the big baton gets hard enough to stretch your slimy hole."
Shit, not really my thing but I didn't have much say in the matter. I watched a stream of yellow liquid spray onto the ground. I felt the strong hands guide me to his crotch. I closed my eyes, fastened my mouth on the pouch and felt the hot, steaming flow fill my throat, drip down, drenching my chest. My hand on my dick felt the splashing stream. I gagged, trying not to swallow the acrid broth. The cascading river eventually slowed to a trickle and chewed on the protruding bulbous knot. It blossomed, the entire pouch was suddenly straining.
He hauled it out and I tasted his flesh. It wasn't entirely hard and it must have been nine inches. I couldn't get my fingers around the broad base.
"Yeah, I knew you're a natural cocksucker. Getting nice and hard thinking about long-dicking your tight little ass-pussy."
I swallowed again and again taking him inch by inch down my throat.
"You got a hot mouth, c'mon, want to feel those lips chewing all the way to the bottom. Open that fucking throat wide. Gotta get my pole nice and slick before you sit down for a ride. Play with those nuts, feel that hot ball-juice I'm gonna pump up your ass." He pulled out of my mouth, just to the tip. "Suck my big mushroom, boy, taste that hot cock-snot." He milked his shaft, the sweet-salty flavor coated my mouth. "Maybe after you're done riding my fuck-stick I'll shoot another load of cop-scum down your throat!"
The guy was making me harder and hornier than I'd been in a long time. I was worried his monster meat was gonna hurt but I knew I'd enjoy every second. I was abruptly yanked up, pushed back against the car, spread-eagle. He slapped my cheeks again and again and again.
"Need to make sure your ass is tight enough to milk my fat bone." He tugged out the plug and tossed through the open car door. Two long, thick fingers replaced it. "Still got plenty of spunk up there, makes it nice and slick." He fucked me, adding a third finger. He leaned close to my ear, whispering. "Bet you'd like to feel my lips down there, tongue snaking up your little asshole, probing, sucking out all the spent man-cum. Look at your dick leak, man your getting primed and ready for some hard action."
"Fuck me, please." I begged, the first words I'd spoken to him. I nearly shot-off when the fingers were removed and replaced by a tongue. His incessant raunchy diatribe finally got to me. "Oh yeah, eat my hole. Need to feel your fat, hairy horsecock stretch me wide-open." His tongue work was making me incredibly hot. "Fuck me til I cum?" I pleaded.
That was enough for him. The head of his monster nudged my opening, my ass lips parted and swallowed the thick-rimmed mushroom. He gripped my hips, letting me adjust to his size. Slowly, with a prolonged "Ahhhhh" he pulled me back while pushing forward, his immense shaft filled me until I felt his sweat-drenched skin against mine.
He was surprisingly gentle, allowing me time to relax before starting to pull back out slowly. He stopped when he nearly pulled out, my sphincter constricted around the fleshy-rimmed head; he sank back down to the base.
"Ready for a ride?" He asked with a slap to my ass. He started to fuck; hard, long, fast. The only sounds were his balls flapping between my spread legs and my steely erection slapping into my belly with each savage thrust. He pounded my ass brutally and I loved every aching lunge. He eventually slowed to a rhythmic long-dicking, my ass-canal feeling suddenly emptied as he'd pull almost out. Then all the way back in and a series of short, ferocious jabs where his distended dick-head teased my prostate unmercifully.
He eventually pulled all the way out, moved me over to the hood of the car, I sat on the edge with my legs wrapped around his waist. "Yeah, your sweet little ass is just made to fuck." He told me as he slid back in. "The way you milk my big, butt-fucking hard-on. Your hungry hole's making me feel real good, gonna shoot my load soon. You want my spunk, don't you?"
"Flood me with your hot custard." I bounced up down the fat shaft. "Fuck me harder, make me cum with you. Drain your balls in my ass." I was crazy with lust.
"You'll get a heavy load, I'll shoot you full of honey, but won't empty my nuts. Your hungry mouth felt too good. After I give your guts a scalding scum bath, I'm gonna get horny again real soon and I'm gonna want to feel your cock-hungry lips stretch around my big poker. Sucking on me like you're a vacuum cleaner til I give your throat a hot jizz shower."
He was pounding in and out, nearing the end.
"C'mon, punk, ride my cock, getting real close. Want you to shoot with me, make your ass nice and tight, milking my hard meat while I pump you full of cop-juice. Jerk that big dick, shoot me a big, hot load."
I lost it, listening to him talk and the oversized organ stretching my hole. I jacked like crazy; my cock belched everywhere as I started to cum like a teenager. The first wet geyser went over my shoulder, the second landed on my cheek. My balls prickled as a third jet splattered his chest setting him off. He growled as my ass clamped the turgid shaft and he pumped his load into me, saturating my insides with his hot lava until he pulled out, blowing the last of his wad while he pistol-whipped my balls.
We just looked at each other for a few minutes, waiting to catch our breath. He leaned up to me, flicked his tongue along my cheek to scoop the dripping cum. He held out his tongue to me, I licked it, tasting my cooling custard. His lips lightly brushed mine while I stroked his sticky shaft. The softened meat began to inflate, growing firmer in my hand.
"See," he said to me with smile. "Now you can show me what a hot cock-sucker you are. I'm ready for a long, hot blow-job." I'd slipped down and coaxed the few last pearls of juice from his slit when the voice came over his radio. "Fuck and god-damn." He was in his clothes in a flash and back on the road, siren blaring.
I didn't even think about it until I was halfway home, he took the jockstrap.