NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Possession
It started as an ordinary weekend day, running errands around the city. As I got off the subway I noticed a good-looking cop watching the crowds rushing by, and I did a double-take. He was very tall, dark, rugged and well built (almost like a Tom of Finland fantasy man). Our eyes met, but I quickly looked away and continued to hurry past him.
I had only taken a couple of steps when I heard a loud clatter, like someone had dropped something heavy and metallic. The next thing I knew there was a hand on my shoulder and a voice saying, "I think you dropped something."
I turned around and there was Officer "Tom of Finland" holding a revolver. I gaped at him and said "I don't own a gun -- I wouldn't even know how to aim one, let alone shoot it."
"Oh, really?" said the policeman (Officer John Rees, according to his badge). "So this fell out of the sky? I bet you don't even have a permit to carry a weapon."
"Uh, that's right, I don't, officer. I just explained that I don't know anything about guns. I don't know where it came from, but it isn't mine."
"Listen," said Officer Rees, "this is serious. Carrying a concealed weapon without a permit is a felony. You're going to have to come with me."
"You must be joking! Do I look like the sort to carry a gun? I don't own one, and there's no way to link me to the one you're holding since I never touched it."
"This is not a joke," he said forcefully. "I'm going to have to take you in, and we'll sort it out at the station."
"Officer, with all due respect, this is ludicrous. I don't have time to waste. Now why don't you go figure out who that thing belongs to, and I'll just continue on where I was going."
"You don't get it, do you?" he said, grabbing my arm. "You have to come with me or you'll be charged with resisting arrest, too." He unhooked a pair of handcuffs from his belt and snapped them on me.
"This is outrageous! I'm a law-abiding citizen, I've done nothing criminal," I shouted.
"If that's true you have nothing to worry about. Now, come with me to my squad car, or I'll have to write that summons for resisting arrest."
He pulled me along by the arm while I continued to fume, and shoved me in the back seat of his patrol car in the way I'd only seen on TV, making sure that I didn't bump my head. He took the West Side Highway to the Holland Tunnel and headed to New Jersey.
"Where on earth are you taking me -- your precinct is in New Jersey?" I queried him, acidly. "If that's the case, then you don't have jurisdiction in New York."
"Shut up or you'll be in big trouble, baby. You're going wherever I feel like taking you."
"Baby? What the hell do you think you're doing -- this is bullshit! Ever heard of false arrest? I'll have your badge and sue the department for millions of dollars unless you stop it now."
"I said shut up," he growled. "We're going to work this out my way, or I'll book your ass for a felony."
He got off the highway, drove to a house with an attached garage and shut the garage door. Then he opened up the back door and pulled me out.
"What's going on here?" I said nervously, starting to shake. "Please don't hurt me."
"That depends on you sweetheart," he said pulling me against him and cupping my butt in my hands. "I know you think I'm hot. I saw how you looked at me when you got out of the subway, so I made a way to get together with you. You've got a really nice ass," he whispered in my ear.
"I'd rather fuck it than throw it in jail..."
"You couldn't have just asked for my phone number?" I said, sarcastically.
"Nah, this is more fun. The gun is just a plant that I keep handy. Enough talking, now, sugar." He covered my mouth with his in an intense kiss.
I managed to pull my head away, and said, "I still say you could have just asked for my phone number. What's the deal here -- do you have a thing for aging bottom boys? I'm probably old enough to be your father!"
"That just makes me hotter," he said, grinding his pelvis against me.
"Look, I guess I'm flattered that one look made you want to sweep me off to the suburbs, but I've got stuff to do. Can't I get a rain check or something?"
"Nope. The only other choice is to go to the police station. You won't be convicted of anything, but it'll be a major hassle. You might as well stay here with me -- I'll be through with you in an hour or so. Fuck em and forget em, that's how I like it. You'll be back in the City once I'm satisfied."
"You want to get your rocks off, so you trump up a set of charges and drag me to your house in handcuffs? That's totally insulting -- I'm not just a cum-dump you know."
"You are now," he said kissing me again and then pulled me into his house. "How bad can it be having a hot stud like me use you? Now get down on your knees and worship my cock baby," he said pushing me down.
I landed a little awkwardly. "What I like best is how humble you are. You know, this is plain silly -- I'm old enough to be your father, and you're calling ME baby?"
"It's who's on top that counts...and I'm definitely on top. Stop stalling and do what I say."
I rolled my eyes and said, "I think I'd rather go to the police station."
"You serious about that? I don't like that idea so much, so let's try this." Officer Rees pulled me to a standing position, and started to roughly strip my clothes off.
"Don't you dare rip my shirt -- I got it on sale, it's Calvin Klein," I warned him.
"All I'm going to do is take your pants, and then I'll let you walk home from here."
"WHAT?"
He completed pulling off my jeans and boots, and dragged me to the front door of his house.
"No, please don't," I begged, pushing against him.
"Now this I like, you begging me. If you behave, I promise I won't tear your shirt, and I'll drive you back...when I'm satisfied."
"Okay, you win. It's not like I'm a virgin or something..."
"You're a virgin until I've fucked you."
"Sure, fine, whatever...let's just get this over with already. I've got stuff to do," I said irritably.
He took me back to his room, and locked my jeans (my wallet, house keys and Metrocard were in the pockets) in a file cabinet. Then he unlocked the hand cuffs, and finished pulling off my clothes.
"Okay, let's pick up where we left off. On your knees, and sniff my dick and balls."
I obeyed and pressed my face against his dark blue uniform pants. He had a tremendous bulge, and I started to understand what he meant by saying I was a virgin until he had topped me.
"That's it, sugar, keep sniffing. Now kiss it -- don't stop till I say so. OOH, that's hot. Keep kissing my dick, now lick it. Bury your face in my crotch," he said gruffly, pulling my face against the growing bulge in his pants.
I pulled my head back slightly. "Uh, I need a little air..."
"You've got plenty of air, just inhale the scent of my cock and balls," he ordered.
"Look, it's hot, but I really..."
"Baby, this is where I teach you how to obey." He turned his back on me, and pulled my face into his ass. "That's it, try sniffing that out. Stop struggling, or my ass will stay in your face longer. There's nothing you can do about it, pussy, keep sniffing that man's butt hole. Yeah, baby, my ass is real important," he growled while pulling my face into his butt. He pulled my hand to his crotch, made me grip his dick, and started to thrust against my hand. "My ass muscles do the work when I fuck, so you need to know what it smells and tastes like while I ram my dick into your sweet little butt."
He had just hit one of my favorite things...and now I was starting to get turned on. I gripped his cock and enthusiastically began to kiss, lick and sniff his butt.
"Shit, you like it, don't you sweetheart? That's even hotter...let's get close and personal now,"
he said pulling off all of his clothes. I laid on his bed, and he sat on my mouth. "Lick me," he ordered in a low voice, "eat that man's butt. Use your tongue and your lips...ooooooh, that's it, don't stop." He started to rub his cock against my chest, and I could feel it throb, sense how long and thick he was. Then he moved his balls over my mouth and I licked them, and sucked his huge dick a little. "I can't wait, I have to fuck you now!"
He moved around, grabbed some lube from the night stand next to his bed and started rubbing it on his dick, and then put some on his finger. "Let me get your hot hole ready for me," he crooned while pushing his finger inside of me. "Wow, that's tight...I gotta get my dick in you..."
"Yeah, jam it in, fuck me!" I moaned. So much for my errands...
He pulled my legs over his shoulder, and started to penetrate me. "DAMN, that feels incredible... like a fucking virgin. You need my fat tool in your butt." He started to thrust in and out slowly. "I don't know if I can hold back...oh...Oh....OH," he groaned as I stroked his balls with my thumb and ring finger at the same time as my middle finger teased his ass. "This is why I like aging bottom boys...shit, you know how to make a man feel good. This is some of the hottest sex I've ever had...keep playing with my balls and ass!"
"Use me, take your pleasure, fuck me harder...spray that load inside me!"
"Here it comes...brace yourself bitch!" He started to slam against me like a jackhammer, totally out of control. "Yeah, gonna shoot a big load in you...then I wanna do it again and again...ah, Ah...AAAAAAHH....YOU'VE GOT A BEAUTIFUL ASS BABY!!!! TAKE THAT LOAD, GONNA MAKE IT MINE!"
He collapsed on top of me and kissed me hard on the lips while he emptied his balls inside me, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, and then sucking on my tongue. "Mmm...I can taste my butt on your lips. Makes me horny for you all over again." He turned me around on his cock so that now my back was to him, and then rolled so that we were lying on our sides. He reached around front, and started to jack me off.
"This is cool...it's just like beating myself off." I gasped with pleasure as he started to lick my neck and ears. He stroked my balls, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. I blew my load all over his hand and the sheets, while he thrust in and out of my butt. "Unh...unh...oh... awwwwwwwww," I moaned, arching my back and pushing my ass into his crotch.
John gasped and pushed his tool all the way inside me and held it there. "Your ass was made for my cock, angel. The way it squeezed me when you shot your load, I've never felt anything like it..."
I could still feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and it didn't seem to be getting any softer. He was holding me tightly but tenderly, and I wanted to stay with him indefinitely. I sighed, knowing I should get ready to go...we had now reached the "forget `em" part of this encounter.
"I guess I should get cleaned up and dressed so you can take me back to NYC," I said quietly.
"Who said I was satisfied? I gotta work off the steroids somehow, so I can never get enough.
I'm going to fuck your ass for the rest of the day and all night. I'll fill you so full of cum that you'll be able to taste it," he whispered in my ear, wrapping his muscular arms around me and kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. He rolled me on my stomach, and started to pump in and out of my butt. I could feel him starting to build to another orgasm.
"What about tomorrow?" I murmured.
"Yeah baby," he panted in time with his thrusts, "and then the next day, and the next, and the next..."