The following is a work of erotic fiction intended for mature readers. It includes graphic depictions of sexual encounters. Copyright is maintained by the author.
Copyright 2008 JRoyale
STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #17: TWO HOT GUYS ON A COLD WINTER'S NIGHT
Jon Kingston felt as if he were on top of the world. Who, after all, was better than he? Precariously close to the half-century mark, he was in better physical shape now than he'd been his entire life. Throughout the years he'd paid strict attention to a rigorous daily workout routine, which was now paying off in spades. There weren't many men his age could stand next to him in view of a mirror and measure up to the King. He was a good looking, hard-bodied son of a bitch whose charismatic personality easily accentuated his physical appeal.
The combination of all his positive attributes easily helped earn Kingston the title of top salesman at the elite car dealership where he maintained employment. Kingston didn't cater to the mom and pop crowd coming to trade in their used wheels on an economy vehicle. Instead, he zeroed in on the buyers with big bucks, assuring himself a healthy commission. The cocky bastard was so good at selecting, smooth-talking and sometimes romancing prospective clientele, resulting in huge sales, that he was given freedom to come and go as he pleased. Kingston rarely worked a full work, yet made more money than any of the other salespersons combined.
His personal life was a complete win-win. He'd wisely stayed single all these years, never becoming too attached to anyone for long. He was solidly cast from the 'love-them-and-leave-them' mold. And never once in his life had he had a problem getting 'them'. Kingston was a charmer through and through, and a veritable bull in the bedroom. There was many a lady over the years, young and old, who would have given her eye tooth to remain his constant companion. He might allow a lady to hang around for a few weeks, occasionally a few months, but then he was on to someone new. Kingston liked to sample fresh pussy.
Most were bubble headed beauties with big jugs and tights asses, the kind of twats most men only fantasized about from the centerfold of some magazine. Kingston didn't need to fantasize, he easily obtained. Other men were envious of the lucky bastard, who never seemed to be without a new doll on his arm at any given function. But Kingston didn't limit himself strictly to the Barbie type. Over the years he'd mussed the sheets of a more mature, intellectual type. He'd fucked more than one wealthy widow, cementing a lucrative sale, and had even done his share of married women while hubby was slaving away at the job for her. Big Jon even made a sixty-three year old matron feel like she was on her virgin voyage again, for which he was gifted with her deceased husband's racing boat.
The young ones found him to be a hot daddy, the older ones considered him a fine lay. He was, in fact, entirely promiscuous and completely unconscionable. Fucking was a favorite recreation of his, and he was gifted with the equipment to take lifelong pleasure from it. He found fuck material wherever he went: at the job, the market, the gym, church, just talking a casual stroll down the street could get him lucky. Life was good.
Speeding down the highway in his sporty red convertible, Kingston took his eyes away from the road for a moment to glance into the rearview mirror. Winking at his own reflection caused the narcissist to chuckle aloud. He looked damned fine with the day's growth of beard he'd purposely kept unshaved since the previous morning. It gave him a somewhat more rugged appearance, exactly the look he'd hoped to attain for the evening's festivities. Running a hand over the attractive bristle instantly caused him to become aroused. His hand traveled lower, traversing the musculature of his bared chest and settled on his leather covered crotch. With one hand atop the wheel, Kingston pleasurably groped himself in the relative darkness of his car while some rock and roll band's new CD reverberated loudly from the speakers. As if he hadn't already had enough this evening the hot stud, turned on to himself, was primed for more rough 'n tumble action.
It was nearly two thirty in the morning. Kingston had spent the last few hours at the local "alternative lifestyle" night club. He was no stranger to the place, frequenting it on at least two to three evenings of the week. The place had been there for many years in various forms, only recently taken over by a New York club syndicate who had completely remodeled the place and made it resemble some ancient Roman coliseum. They managed to pull in a sizeable crowd seven nights a week. Club goers from Jersey, New York and as far away as Pennsylvania came to socialize and dance to the frenetic beats laid down by house DJ's.
Kingston, himself, was certainly no stranger to the alternate lifestyle. From a young age he'd been sampling dick as well as pussy. With his good looks there was no shortage of gay dudes willing to throw their legs into the air for him, but Kingston preferred masculine types like himself. Just like the fish in his life, though, Kingston fucked his men and quickly discarded them like used baggage. Where was the sense in committing oneself when there were so many others to sample? The only constant companion in his life was his younger buddy Ray, an early thirties straight married dude he'd coveted for many years before finally getting into his jock. Just the thought of hot, sexy Ray was enough to make Kingston shoot a load in his shorts. It wouldn't be hard to give up his freedom for a life with his number one fuck buddy, that much was for sure.
Leather was the evening's theme at the club---and Jon had decked himself out in his finest garb. Despite the chill in the early February air, he wasn't wearing much. A simple leather vest, left completely open to expose his torso and deep pectoral cleavage, and a pair of matching shorts, so small they barely contained his jutting ass cheeks, were accentuated by heavy-looking, calf-high black boots. All eyes were on him the moment he entered the place. And he wasn't lonely for company, not for one moment. He settled on the cute, tousle-haired wrestler-type working the coat room that evening. Behind the full rack of winter evening wear he'd fucked the young man senseless and left him oozing cum from his well-worked hole.
Grinning at the recent memory, Kingston managed to unfasten his shorts and fish his big cock out into the open. Horny all over again, he spat into the palm of his hand and began stroking his hefty meat. The coat room stud had evidently managed to satisfy him only temporarily. Jon was more than ready to go another round. He'd already passed the mini-mall with the adult film rental store, an establishment which had caused a bit of controversy with the local do-gooders before being given the okay by the town counsel. The joint was usually good for picking up some trade willing to enact some of the scenes from the film they'd rented. But at this hour of the morning it was closed.
Almost as an afterthought, Kingston yanked his wheel to the right, nearly missing the exit leading off the highway and onto a local access road. Whistling low, Kingston was grateful he hadn't skidded off the roadway. He hadn't consciously planned to take the exit. His home was still several miles down the highway. This particular exit was one he'd taken on many an occasion over the years. It eventually led to the small coastal town where his straight fuck buddy lived. He knew it was the wee hours of the morning and Ray would probably be sound asleep. But Kingston was just high enough from the martinis he'd consumed, and horny with the thought of Ray's strong cock pounding his hairy hole, that it was worth taking a chance. He had a key to the place, could let himself in and sneak up to the master bedroom, tap his buddy on the shoulder to arouse him and slip off to some other part of the house to fuck. It's not like they hadn't fucked with Ray's family in close proximity before. The threat of discovery only seemed to heighten Ray's sexual arousal.
It was a far-fetched idea, Kingston shortly realized. He was traveling through the industrial section on the outskirts of town, warehouses dark against the night sky on both sides. Hopefully there would be a light on in the Giagianno home. If not, he'd park his car in front of the place, look up at Ray's bedroom window and beat off thinking about the handsome hunk sleeping just beyond the curtained panes. That would surely satisfy him.
Jon's thoughts were broken by the sudden flare of red and blue lights in his rearview mirror. Squinting his eyes against the lights piercing the dark he muttered a low curse. A police cruiser was directly behind him. With little other choice he slowed and pulled off the roadway into the entrance of a warehouse lot. Hoping he didn't reek of the liquor he'd consumed, Kingston hurriedly stuffed himself back into his shorts and attempted to zip himself up. But his cock was still rock hard and the shorts were much too tight. He'd only managed to get it three quarters of the way up before he saw the officer approaching in his side mirror.
A gloved hand rapped on the window. With no other option, Jon pressed the switch which lowered the window. A gust of chill air swept into the well-heated interior of the sports car.
"Evenin' officer," Jon smiled pleasantly, unable to clearly see the man's features in the relative darkness. "What can I do for you?"
"License, registration and insurance," the deep-baritone voice responded mechanically.
Fully aware that his leather shorts were unzipped down to his pubes and his hardened cock was pressing up against one side of the tight material, but with little other choice, Jon leaned over to retrieve the documents from his glove compartment. Handing the cards to the lawman, with a PBA card tucked in between, he attempted conversation. "Is there a problem, officer?"
"Just sit sight," the deeply masculine voice came again, and then the officer was walking back to his cruiser. Sighing heavily, Jon raised the window and threw himself back against the seat, running a hand through his short, neatly styled hair. The officer was running a check on his credentials. Of this, there was little to be concerned about. He hadn't had a chargeable violation since '77, when he got snagged twice that summer for exceeding the speed limit. Not that he'd been the model of a careful driver; PBA cards always seemed to work wonders with minor infractions. But if the officer decided to question his sobriety even that would be useless.
Glancing into his rear view mirror Jon could see the officer seated behind his wheel radioing in the information. The town had a small police force, maybe eight or nine men at most. He hoped not to see another set of lights pierce the darkness of the night signaling the officer's request for back up. If that happened Jon knew he was totally screwed. Damn him for being so fucking horny and thinking of his straight buddy! If only he'd just gone directly home!
Remembering his current state of undress, Jon reached for the front of his leather shorts and, scooting around a bit in the seat, managed to zip himself back up. His randy cock, which had once again served to get him into a bit of trouble, had pretty much deflated by this time. With little else to do, he glanced about and took stock of the way the multi-colored lights from the police cruiser washed over the walls of the nearby warehouse. There was no night shift in these places; they were strictly on a Monday-Friday, nine-to-five schedule. Consequently, there was no one there to peer out a window and observe his humiliation.
A sudden movement caused him to divert his attention back to the reflecting mirrors where he observed the officer stepping out of his car. It dawned on him that there was something familiar about the man, but Jon couldn't place him. He had his window down before the patrolman reached the door.
"Everything check out, officer?" he asked good naturedly.
"Step out of the vehicle, please," the deep voice answered.
Oh shit, Jon thought, I'm fucked. "Not exactly dressed for that," he chuckled nervously with a sweep of one hand over his near-nude torso. "What's the problem?"
"Step out of the vehicle, please," the officer repeated, more pointedly this time.
Taking a deep breath, Jon stepped out into the cold night air and stood before the other man in his barely-there leather outfit. The officer's dark eyes took stock of him.
"Turn around, face the car and put your hands on the roof," the officer ordered. Jon obediently followed instruction. "Spread your legs," the officer further ordered, kicking the inside of one foot for emphasis. Jon knew the sight he must look to the deep-voiced, macho cop. But, instead of being embarrassed, he found himself becoming aroused.
"Are you concealing any weapons, needles?" the officer asked again as his hands patted Jon down, fingers dipping inside vest pockets. Swallowing hard and stifling an appreciative sigh, Jon answered with a simple "no."
"Can't be hiding much in here," the patrolman muttered after accepting defeat in attempting to search the pockets of Jon's skin-tight shorts. He opted, instead, for feeling from the outside. Jon's breath caught in his throat when the officer's gloved hand cupped one solid buttock, gave it an obvious squeeze, and then edged along the cleavage.
"Face forward," he suddenly ordered and Jon turned around, his cock growing hard from the uniformed man's invading touch. "Where you headed in such a rush at this hour? I clocked you fifteen miles over the limit."
"My buddy lives in town," Jon managed, still unable to clearly make out the other man's defining features. From what little he could determine this definitely wasn't one of the older, hard-core donut shop cops. "Was headed over to his place," he further answered the question.
"This time of night?" the officer countered, unbelieving. "Dressed up like that? Just what in hell were you and this buddy plannin' on doing?"
"No, man," Jon replied, almost too hurriedly. "I was out at a club. They do a theme night thing."
"I can guess which club," the officer countered disgustedly. "So you were clubbin'---which means you were drinking."
"No, I mean, maybe one or two. But that was awhile ago." Usually slick, Jon had unwittingly stepped into the officer's trap.
"Tell you what we're gonna do, leather man," the mustached cop announced. "We're gonna do a few simple tests and then I'm gonna decide what to do about you."
Jon went along with the road side sobriety test, surprised at how well he actually did. He'd had a few martinis, even toked a joint, but he was able to follow the officer's instructions and perform adequately. A chill went though his near-naked body and goose-bumps flared to the surface of his skin, but Jon was warmed by the possibility that he might get off with nothing more than a speeding ticket, after all. He eyed the cozy-looking, waist-length department-issued winter jacket the officer was wearing and silently wished this would soon be over. Soon as he was released he'd jump back into his jalopy and crank the heat to high!
"See that building?" the officer asked, pointing to the warehouse directly behind them. "I want you to get in your car and drive around back. Think you can handle that, leather man?"
Unsure about this sudden turn of events, Jon nodded his head numbly and slipped back into the comfortable seats of his car. Starting the engine he slowly maneuvered the vehicle through the parking lot and around the long building to the deserted area in the rear. As soon as the officer entered the cruiser the flashing lights were extinguished, his headlights the only illumination as he followed the red sports car. Behind the building he came around Jon's car, did a complete turn and stopped with his headlights blaring into Jon's, their vehicles practically nose to nose. Once again he exited the cruiser and approached the other vehicle, grasping the handle and opening the door.
"Out!" he ordered. Jon hesitated for a moment, fully aware they were in an isolated area. Despite his apprehension, but filled with a sudden sense of expectation, he followed the officer's orders. "Around front," came another demand. As Jon stepped to the space between their vehicles he observed the officer slide into his front seat. After taking a moment to admire the impressive interior he killed the ignition and flicked off the headlights before exiting the vehicle. Approaching the other man he held out the key ring. Then, as Jon went to reach for it, he tauntingly snatched it away and tucked it into a pocket of his winter coat.
"You've had a few drinks, my man," the officer announced. "That's obvious. You need to sober up a little before I let you get back on the road."
"Really, officer, I'm fine," Jon assured him. "I wouldn't be behind the wheel if I wasn't."
"My call," the officer responded gruffly. Silhouetted in the darkness with the cruiser's headlights behind him, he presented an imposing figure. By nature not much of a pussy, Jon was nonetheless feeling a bit apprehensive. Another chill went though him from head to foot and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Cold, leather man?" the uniformed man's voice was taunting. "Guess you are, dressed like some queer recruit." He paused before adding, "The cold air'll sober you up faster."
"Really," Jon responded, chuckling nervously. "I'm good to go, officer."
"Go where?" the baritone voice asked, one gloved hand resting on the heel of the gun holstered to one hip. "Down to disturb the peace on Mansgrove?"
His last statement caused Jon to take pause. He'd never specifically mentioned cruising down to Mansgrove Lane. "How did you know I was headed there?" he inquired slowly.
The officer seemed to chuckle. "That's where your buddy lives, isn't it? Giagianno, right?"
Jon was impressed. "Yeah, right, but how did you----"
"I'm a police officer, leather man. It's my job to observe," the silhouetted figure rocked back on his heels, his legs parted in an authoritative stance. "That red sports car of yours sure sticks out. Seen it traveling down there quite a bit."
"Right," Jon replied simply, attempting to hide another reaction to the cold air from the macho man.
"You're the car salesman," he announced.
"Right again," Jon said, beginning to feel more comfortable with what appeared to be an easy conversation. He just wished the lawman would determine he wasn't all that impaired and let him get back into the warmth of his own vehicle.
"Seen you at one of the barbeques last summer. You were there with some blond with a nice set of tits on her. Damned things were spilling out of her bikini."
"Sounds like several ladies I know. So, I guess I met you at Ray's barbeque." Quickly he searched his memory of the outdoor parties at the Giagianno's less than six months ago. It only took a few seconds before recognition etched across his handsome face. "Parker, right? Rick Parker." He smiled good naturedly, almost forgetting about the cold biting at his exposed flesh in the presence of what he now knew to be one hell of a hot man. "Sorry, Officer Parker, but it's late and dark and I didn't recognize you."
"Doesn't matter, I recognize you," the man with the thick mustache replied. "A man who dates hot women, but hangs out at queer bars."
Jon swallowed hard, on guard once again. "They call it an alternative lifestyle club. It's not just the gay crowd. Anybody can go."
"Well, then, let me figure this out," the officer went on, crossing his arms over his chest and analyzing the half-naked man before him. "Since you have a supply of Playboy girlfriends I guess you're not all queer, but dressed up like that you're not all straight either. You must be one of them switch hitter types."
"Seems like you've profiled the perpetrator, Rick," Jon responded with a wink. "Now, how about you let me get on my way."
"Officer Parker to you. And not so fast, buddy," the other man said, holding up one gloved hand. Jon was preparing to utter some defense when, to his complete surprise, the officer's hand shot forward and latched onto one of his painfully erect nipples. Jon was rendered speechless as the gruff, macho cop tweaked his bud between thick thumb and index fingers. Quickly responding to the game, he puffed up his powerful chest in a decidedly macho gesture prompting the lawman to slap both gloved palms against Jon's solid pectorals and roughly run his hands over their rounded surface. There was a sneer on the officer's shadowed face as he blatantly manhandled his captive.
"Nice tits on ya, buddy. What are you, one of those muscle poser types?"
"Something like that," Jon grinned cockily, confident that this masculine cop was his kind of man. "Bet you've got a nice hard body under that uniform," he ventured.
The officer snickered, his warm breath washing over Jon's face and further intoxicating him. "Just bet you'd like to find out, wouldn't you, leather man?"
"Fuck, yeah, officer!" Jon replied as he took some initiative and reached down to cup Rick Parker's groin in the palm of his hand. He wasn't at all surprised to find that the uniformed man had what appeared to be a total erection straining against the front of his blue trousers. And from Jon's experience, it appeared to be an impressive one.
"You wanna see my dick?" Parker taunted him as his leather clad hands continued to roam over Jon's shivering torso. "Then get down on your knees."
"How about we get into your car where it's a little warmer, stud," Jon suggested as his fingers worked to unfasten the macho officer's trousers and reveal the prize contained therein.
"On your knees!" the officer roughly ordered. Jon obeyed without another word, sucking up the discomfort his body was feeling from the winter elements. He might wind up with pneumonia, but he'd take comfort in the thought that he'd done it honoring one of the men in blue, one of those valiant men who were sworn to serve and protect.
As Jon tugged down the zipper of the officer's trousers, Parker worked to unfasten his gun belt and rested it across the hood of the cruiser behind him. Grabbing hands full of heavy material, Jon gave a rough yank which successfully dragged the trousers down from the officer's hips, allowing him easier access. His fingers quickly worked their way into the waist band of white cotton boxer briefs, pulling them out and downward to expose the officer's throbbing billy club. Wrapping his hand around the hot flesh he gave it a few full-length palm strokes, quickly and pleasantly sizing up the macho officer at somewhere between eight to nine thick inches.
"Eat it, leather man!" Officer Parker barked the order to Jon, who dutifully obeyed the word of the law. He lunged at the fat cock, quickly sucking it straight down his throat until the heat from the man's thick pubic patch was warding frost bite from his nose. Taken off guard by the expert way the cock sucker had devoured his impressive horn, Parker's legs momentarily grew weak and he staggered backward until his ass was up against the front of the police cruiser.
"Fuck yeah!" he moaned hoarsely. From the moment he'd first sized up the muscle clad, middle aged stud, Parker figured he'd be good. But he'd never expected this. Nobody'd ever swallowed him whole before, least wise not without some initial practice. But this sonofabitch wolfed him right down in the blink of an eye. The crazy cock sucker was making Rick's entire body spasm with the fanfuckintastic way he was noisily milking that cock from the depths of his throat. And Parker couldn't figure out how in hell he was doing it, especially with his face so completely cock-stuffed, but somehow the muscle bitch's tongue was lapping at his hairy, bloated ball sac while he deep-throated the throbbing fuck rod. He knew there was no fuckin' way he could take much of this nasty attention---it felt too good! If the dude kept it up at this pace, Parker would be disappointed by the quickest ejaculation of his life. And Rick Parker was not the type of man who gave up control to anyone---at least not without a fight.
As if to reaffirm his superiority the macho cop grasped Jon by the back of the head, effectively holding the older man in place while he launched a full throttle fuck assault. Jon grunted obscenely as the big and tasty cop dick slammed in and out of his throat. Pulling the officer's neatly pressed pants down even further he grasped hands full of tight beefy ass cheeks and roughly kneaded them while the law man took charge. His jaws were wide open, proving an accommodating hole for the handsome officer to fuck. He easily recalled seeing Parker at several of Ray's back yard bashes and thinking to himself then that the square jawed, mustached man was prime masculine beef. But, with all the other cock available to him, Jon had never pursued the hunk. Now, with Parker's strong cock pummeling his esophagus, Jon determined he'd soon get to know the stud much better.
From far back as he could remember Rick Parker wanted to be a cop. As a child, young Ricky's favorite thing was to play-act cops and robbers with the other children on his block. He was never the villain in their make believe game; Ricky was the police officer brandishing a toy gun from his hip holster who always saved the day. He delighted in every cop show airing on the television, often imagining himself in the boots of one of his heros. When asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, Ricky always had the same answer. When little Billy Derwin from across the street taunted him about it, a then-six-year-old Ricky tackled the other boy and pummeled him with his fists until Billy's mom came screaming from the house to break them up. Billy Derwin never fucked with him again.
Much to his mother's chagrin---and his father's delight---as Rick matured he gained the reputation of a local tough guy. There weren't many who would risk messing with the youth, who proved more than once he could take on any competition. He zealously threw himself into athletics and by his teen years had developed an impressively hard and strong body. Rick was part of the "bad boy" clique, palling around with other guys like himself. They were something of a terror to the nerd crowd, taunting, teasing and picking fights with the unpopulars which ultimately led to one suspension.
Girls swooned over the dark-haired handsome guy, but it was studious Annette Hastings who drew his attention. Hastings was a pretty, quiet girl---completely his opposite. The fact that her father was Chief of Police only served to make her more interesting to young Rick. He spent more hours at the Hastings home listening to the Chiefs war stories than he did in Annette's company. The Chief took a liking to rough-around-the-edges Rick---but was none-too-pleased when his daughter wound up pregnant shortly after high school graduation, effectively ending any plans for a college education.
It happened the night of the Senior Prom. All his buddies were pairing off with their dates and Rick was damned if he was going to look the fool in their eyes. They all drove off to a spot by the lake. One thing led to another and, inasmuch as Annette was a good girl and didn't think she should, her love for Rick got the best of her. How was he to have known that she was still a virgin---a fact which Annette hadn't right away revealed. Ricky'd been banging young pussy from the time he was thirteen years old!
Chief Hastings threatened to tear him limb from limb while the missus boo-hooed in the background at her daughter's predicament. Mom Parker slapped her son silly, leaving red imprints from her hands on the side of his face, calling him all sorts of vile names. Pop Parker couldn't have been prouder of his stud son. After all, Ricky had been conceived in pretty much the same way. In the end it was decided the two would marry before a justice of the peace and take up residence in the Hastings home. Hastings ultimately used his influence to get Rick enrolled in the police academy, where he excelled. Despite a few stumbling blocks along the way, Rick's lifetime dream was coming to fruition.
After graduation from the academy Ricky slipped right into a job on the small local force under his father-in-law's rule. He proved to be an impressive, although somewhat aggressive, rookie cop. Ricky upheld the law but his strong-arm methods often times raised eyebrows and reprimands from the senior officer.
He had never really been in love with Annette, who turned a blind eye to her husband's frequent wanderings. Instead, Annette devoted herself to their young, pretty daughter Sheri. The only intimacy they seemed to share was when Rick hadn't dicked some local housewife during his shift. Much as she knew she was being used like a cheap hooker, Annette always gave herself to her husband. Although there was no love in the marriage he was still the best looking, virile man she'd ever seen. Annette could always pretend, for those few minutes that he penetrated her lonely vagina, things were fine between them.
Chief Hastings knew his son-in-law was a cheating bastard, but the Chief wasn't one to throw stones. Hastings had done the same thing numerous times over the course of his marriage. Besides, Rick had done the right thing by marrying his daughter and made a home for her and their child. He might not be the best of husbands, but he'd stuck it out with a woman he obviously didn't love. Hastings only warned his son-in-law against bringing any embarrassment to the family by knocking up some other dame. Women were attracted to a man in uniform, especially when that man was a good looking, macho cop like Rick Parker. He wasn't about to shatter their fantasies and turn down the offer of a blow job. Besides, Rick's adrenaline literally rushed when he took advantage of the power his uniform afforded him.
Only a couple of years ago he'd made a late night/early morning stop along the main highway which opened new and exciting possibilities to the unorthodox officer. The perpetrator had been exceeding the speed limit. Not by much, but enough to allow Parker to pull the vehicle over and make the driver sweat for awhile. He was feeling extra horny that night, had been sporting wood for the major part of his shift, and was hoping some sweet thing driving through town might make an offer to get out of a ticket. To his disappointment the sole occupant of the car was male, a young nineteen-year-old male, and it didn't take Parker long to figure out the guy was a flaming fag.
The kid was real confident and self-assured, at first, which only served to piss Parker off. It didn't take him long to turn up the gauge on his authority and make the little fruitcake sweat. Parker felt that glorious rush of adrenaline when he succeeded in breaking down the gay boy's defenses. The kid became a stammering mess, convinced the tough-as-nails officer was truly going to lock him in a holding cell for the night---for speeding!
Parker was having a blast---it was so fucking easy to exert his influence over the weaker ones. Almost too easy. Personally, he preferred more of a challenge, but the kid was giving him reason to hone his skills on an otherwise uneventful evening. Just when he had the kid practically shitting in his too-tight jeans Parker decided to take full advantage of the situation at hand. He still got a chuckle out of the way the fey young man's jaw dropped when he lewdly cupped the bulge in the front of his uniform trousers and suggested a way to avoid issuing a traffic summons.
Officer Parker had been the recipient of many blow jobs---both on and off the job---but the manner in which this kid devoured his hog was one for the books. Which only served to make him curious, wondering if all the gay dudes sucked with such gusto. He was never quite sure if it was him or the uniform, but Rick Parker's private study concluded that queers rarely gave inferior head. Each and every one of them practically worshipped him, a tough, macho police officer.
The fruits were one thing, but Rick Parker really got boned up over the ones who didn't have "fag" written all over them. They were the ones he didn't instantly recognize, but soon became well versed in reading the tell-tale signs. When eyes lowered to his crotch when the target thought the officer was otherwise absorbed in verifying his credentials, Parker knew he had a potential cock sucker. And observing a wedding ring on the dude's finger was like something of an aphrodisiac. Parker knew he'd have lots of fun bullying the guy, challenging his masculinity and ultimately blowing a load down his throat.
On this night, encountering Jon Kingston, Officer Parker had come upon another. A big, muscle-bound guy with a deep, masculine voice and a familiar face. Parker would have never pegged him for a cock player if it hadn't been for the give away leather outfit he was almost wearing. The rugged cop boned up almost instantly, aroused by the knowledge that he'd soon be getting his knob polished by his kind of guy. Wielding influence over the muscle stud made his already stiff prick pulsate with excitement. He maintained his position of power over the well-kept middle-aged man, exercising his superiority by taunting the leather clad buck and forcing him out of the car on this cold evening. Kingston tried to be a man and not show it, but was unable to exercise control over those shivering spasms or the telltale gooseflesh that popped up over his exposed body. Only when he'd had enough of playing tough cop was Parker ready to feed the other man his blood engorged prick.
Jon greedily sucked on the slab of meat wedged deep down in his throat. His lips were locked around the thick base, his nose embedded in the raunchy cop's thick pubic bush. Inhaling deeply, he savored the intoxicating aroma emanating from the other man's lush groin. While milking the tasty cock for all he was worth, Kingston yanked the hot officer's trousers farther down his legs until they were below knee level. For the first time Parker was getting an idea of the chill he'd subjected his prey to as the cold winter air bit into his suddenly exposed flesh. But, rather than deterring him, it only served to excite him further.
The muscles in Jon's arms and shoulders rippled as he ran his hands along the back of the officer's abundantly hairy thighs, massaging the firm man skin and restoring its warmth. Parker responded by moving his hips with slow, short deliberate thrusts, fucking Jon's stuffed throat with no more than an inch, maybe two, of his majestic meat. Jon's greedy hands continued their wicked exploration, trailing over the pronounced swell of the officer's hard ass cakes and pulling him even closer into him. His fingers dipped into the moist, hairy crevice separating those glorious glutes and ran a trail up and down the split. The gruff officer shuddered each time the tip of a finger traced over his hidden pucker.
Without warning the uniformed stud ripped his cock from Jon's mouth. Grabbing it by the base he proceeded to slap Jon against one side of the face, then the other, with the hefty hog. The sensation of the older stud's grizzled cheek against his sensitive meat was one he hadn't expected. His cap tumbled from his head when he reflexively threw it back while uttering a deep, strangled groan.
"Fuck, yeah!" he muttered huskily. Jon lunged forward, burying his face in the officer's dangling nut sac. Parker had a nice hefty set of bloated, hairy balls. "That's it, suck on them nuts," Parker ordered, as if Jon needed any real encouragement. "Warm them fuckers up!" Which is exactly what Jon did, lapping at the silky sac and sucking on the orbs contained within. He snorted like a pig, trying like hell to get both into his mouth at the same time. When he'd succeeded, Jon literally gorged himself on cop nuts. His nose was pressed against the underside of Parker's pulsating organ as he worked them in his wet mouth, eliciting more groans from the officer when he stretched the entire sac away from the man's body.
"Fuckin' A!" Momentarily weak in the legs, Parker leaned backwards, his bare ass making contact with the cold surface of the hood of his cruiser. Jon had unloaded his nut sac and was licking his way up the dripping cock shaft. When he'd reached the crest he wrapped his fist around the swollen organ and started swirling his tongue over the surface of the perfectly shaped cock head, making it nicely wet with warm saliva. From the way he reacted, Kingston knew Parker was loving every fucking moment of it. He was a man who pretty much knew how to bring another guy to his knees once he'd latched onto his cock---and tough Officer Parker was no exception.
Jon's thick wrist twisted and turned as he roughly stroked the throbbing shaft while he gave specialized attention to the flared helmet. Parker's entire body seemed to convulse each time the older man made contact with a particularly sensitive nerve ending. "Fuck, yeah!" he muttered breathlessly once again when Jon suddenly wriggled the tip of his tongue between the folds of the deep piss slit. Jon was aptly rewarded with a surge of rich pre-cum. He rubbed his lips over the cock head, smearing the tasty nectar all over and then rolled out his tongue to lap it off. Parker's juice tasted of man, just the way Jon liked it. Snarling like a rabid animal, Jon took the entire mushroom into his mouth. Locking his lips under the pronounced ridge he began wildly sucking on it, coaxing an almost steady flow of pre-fuck juice to rise from the shaft and deliciously coat the insides of his greedy cock sucker's mouth.
Not entirely anxious to have the officer nut this early in the game, which he knew would happen if he continued like this, Jon proceeded to give his attention to the entire shaft. He licked up one side and down the other, his fingertips now lightly trailing along the spit-shined flesh pole as he sampled every succulent millimeter of dick. He'd grown oblivious to the cold, all his being centered on worshipping this law man. Officer Parker might think he was in control, but it was Jon who was actually calling the shots. As if to accentuate the point he ran the stubble on his chin down the entire underside of Parker's wet tool, making the officer practically crumble to the ground with unspoken pleasure.
Jon continued to love the officer's rod with his talented tongue, nurturing himself on the flow of man seed liberally oozing from the lips of his cock knob. Damn, but the cop's fuck goo tasted awesome. He couldn't wait to get a mouth full of an all-out cum explosion. In all his years he'd never been able to figure it out but, for some inexplicable reason, his experience proved that married men tasted better.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!" the officer bellowed, his eyes shooting wide open when Jon, without warning, suddenly swallowed his dick all the way down to the short curly hairs. The muscles deep in his throat milked the hot shaft for a few short moments before Jon came off it, smacked his lips and dove back down again. Parker grabbed a fist full of the other man's hair and snarled ferociously as Jon's lunged back and forth giving him a full-throated mouth fuck. Soon the officer was meeting him head on, thrusting his hips against Jon's onslaught and fucking his face while the older man swallowed his prick to the hilt.
"Eat that fuckin' dick," he bellowed, slamming his body against Jon with reckless abandon while his entire shaft pumped the wetness of his throat. Jon held on to the officer's hairy thighs to prevent himself from being knocked backward by the force of their joint primal assault. He became suddenly aware that his own dick was being strangled inside the confines of his tight leather shorts. Reaching down, he fumbled with the zipper and clasp and freed his own behemoth. A trail of pre-cum oozed from his head, washed over his balls and dripped onto the pavement below them where it shortly crystallized in the freezing temperatures.
The veins in Jon's thick neck were bulging with the burden of the huge cock stretching his throat to its limit. Despite the cold temps, beads of sweat had formed over both men's bodies---Parker's still partially clad in his uniform, Jon's nearly nude. Parker continued to plunge his cock deep into Jon's throat, Jon swallowing every manly inch of it. Vapor clouded the contact point each time Jon was able to catch a breath, which had become somewhat difficult with the ferocity of the face fuck. The officer's nut sac was soaked with the saliva draining from Jon's wide-open mouth, causing the older man to wonder how long before icicles would form on the man's testes. They were like two animals, going at each other in a duel of strength and stamina. Parker seemed determined to tear Kingston's throat up, Kingston seemed eager to prove he could take whatever the man had to offer.
Rick Parker was enjoying hell out of their pairing. He'd never admit it aloud, but this guy seemed like he could very well be his equal. So far, sex with his late-night traffic stop was the most satisfying he'd possibly ever had. Jon Kingston was no pussy, that much was for sure. But the test wasn't over---at least, not yet.
Cum was boiling in his balls when Parker rudely pushed Kingston away from his crotch. The older stud looked a sight down there, squatting over the pavement all muscle bound with his cock poking up from between his legs and his mouth agape, saliva and cock snot glistening all over his face.
"Get the fuck up and assume the position!" the officer ordered. Jon rose to his feet, kicking off his shorts in the process. A roguish grin was etched on his still-handsome face for he knew he was about to get royally plugged by the married cop. If the officer's face fucking was any prelude, he was in for a good, hard fuck. Just the way he liked it.
Parker shoved him face forward against the police cruiser. Jon's hands splayed out against the hood of the car, wincing at the touch of the cold metal. His booted feet were rooted to the pavement and spread wide, big hard ass jutting out for the officer's use. Looking over his shoulder he observed as the hot cop unzipped his standard issue parka. Despite the chill air, the officer was understandably overheated. With the headlights now on the uniformed man Jon was able to more clearly make out his features. As if he had forgotten the summer barbeques, Rick Parker was without doubt a ruggedly handsome man, something akin to those vintage Marlboro cigarette men..
"You're gonna get fucked, boy," he announced, stroking his big meat and coming up directly behind Jon. He reached down to run a gloved hand through the split of Jon's marble ass cheeks and thrust one leather-clad finger between the wrinkled folds of his hot hole.
"How many cocks you take up this ass tonight, boy?" he snarled as he fingered Jon's hole. "Feels kinds of loose."
It amused Jon that the guy, fifteen or so years his junior, referred to him as "boy". "Who's countin'?" he wise cracked in reply. Parker rebounded with a heavy, stinging slap to Jon's right butt cheek. But, instead of wincing, Jon emitted a masculine sigh.
Parker laid a gob of spittle which somehow landed perfectly on Jon's bud. The officer rubbed it around the fuck hole, hocking a few more onto the area until he was satisfied it was well lubed. Spitting into the palm of his glove he lathered some more along the length of his already slick fuck pole and took position between Jon's wide spread legs. When Jon felt the big mushroom cap kiss his ass lips he consciously forced his hole to relax and pouch out in open invitation. Officer Rick Parker proved to be a man who didn't suffer with preliminaries. With one solid lunge he shoved the entire length of his fat dick clear up into the farthest depths of Jon's love glove.
Jon loudly bellowed as his ass was torn wide open and reflexively tried to tighten around the invading member. He slammed a fist down hard on the hood of the cruiser and shot a look over his shoulder at the officer. "Fucker!" he snarled.
"Big man can't take it?" Parker taunted, flexing his bloated dick around in Jon's mushy intestines.
"I can take whatever you got and then some," Jon boasted, grinding his ass back against the scantily uniformed man. "Show me you know how to fuck."
"You're on, leather man!" Parker pulled back until the head of his fat dick was being clenched by Jon's stretched muscle ring and shoved back in with all his strength. His big hairy ball sac slapped against Jon's dangling hangers causing an awesome kick in the older man's belly. Not wasting a heart beat, Parker ripped his dripping dong nearly out of the fuck hole and instantly plowed back in. He was shoving his massive pole in and out of Jon's sweet, hairy hole with long, hard thrusts, driving the muscle stud against the cruiser. Jon was having a bit of trouble keeping anchored to the ground with the gut wrenching force of Parker's powerful thrusts. Not wanting his collar to get away, the officer roughly latched one hand onto Jon's massive shoulder and grabbed him by the waist with the other as he rabidly fucked him over the hood of the car.
"Fuck that ass!" Jon shouted, enjoying hell out of being commandeered by the macho man in blue. He was working his ass like a pro, alternately relaxing his ass muscles when the fuck stick plowed into him and then clenching his mushy insides tightly against the withdrawal.
"Nice fuckin' ass," Parker managed, his breath a mist in the cold winter air.
"Take that man ass!" Jon encouraged, bucking back against the cop and impaling himself when Parker hesitated for the briefest of moments. The officer's dick felt so fuckin' good buried there up inside him that Jon didn't want to feel empty for a second. The guy was an expert cocksman, that much was for sure, a high compliment coming from a seasoned veteran like Kingston. It took a real man to make big Jon stand up and take notice, and this one had certainly grabbed his attention.
With his dick buried ball's deep in the other man, Parker reached down to lift Jon's beefy left leg and cock it across the hood of the car. Taking him by the hips he resumed his deep dicking, appreciating the way Jon grunted each time he slammed into his colon. His own breathing had grown heavy with the force of his exertion. Not wanting to over tax himself, yet not willing to slow the pace, Parker began using short hard thrusts deep down where the fucking was especially awesome. Jon was biting hard into his lower lip and pummeling his fists against the cold metal he was pinned against.
"Fuckin' better'n pussy," the hot cop muttered, his huge dong pulsing in the grip of another man's love tunnel. The virile officer had fucked himself an awful lot of female snatch over the years. He never really paid particular attention to any one of them, not even his wife. All they were to Rick Parker were warm, moist holes for the nice police officer to get wild in. The exception being, perhaps, Maddie Johanson, owner and operator of the one and only beautician shop in town. Maddie was a spunky red head with an awesome rack, saddled with a milquetoast of a husband who was frequently out of town on business. Maddie liked to fuck, and she liked cops. Parker fed her fetish by fucking her in full uniform.
Parker wasn't particular about the gay dudes he banged either. Like the twats, they were just a tight ass for him to fuck. He'd fucked some slight fey things he'd normally snicker at and intimidate on the street. Didn't matter what he did to them. He could slap them around, spit on them, even piss on them, and the queers just begged him for more---totally feeding his manic need for control.
But this muscle guy, this Kingston, was something else. There was nothing sissy about him or his manly body. Hell, he was built even more massively than Rick Parker, a man who took pride in his own masculine physique. Kingston's chest was smooth and relatively hairless whereas, under his uniform, dark delicate hair splayed across the expanse of Parker's broad, manly chest and grew up into the hollow of his throat. He knew if he removed his parka and shirt Kingston would appreciate his fucker even more. The guys he fucked were always impressed with his total package.
But this time it was Parker who was equally impressed with his catch. Continuing to pump his cock into the hot, working hole he stared down at the body of the other man with silent appreciation. Taking the forbidden plunge, he ran his gloved hand over the contours of Jon's muscular back, felt up the bulge of his rounded shoulders and followed the defined trail of his lats.
"Like that shit, don't you, fucker?" Jon snarled gruffly over one shoulder. Parker rebounded with a hard slap to one of Jon's chiseled butt cheeks which caused the other man to wince with secret pleasure.
It was the ultimate turn-on for Rick Parker to take possession of such a muscular, macho-acting man. Fucking Jon Kingston fed every one of the officer's control issues. Even with a stud like this, he still remained the man. He wanted to fuck Kingston so damned brutally that the middle aged guy never forgot how much of a man Officer Parker really was. Only thing was, the harder he fucked the more Kingston seemed to like it. The muscle man was taking everything he had to give and still seemed receptive to the promise of more!
A light snow had begun to fall. Wet flakes landed on Jon's exposed flesh, their cold touch arousing him even more. Even in the winter air he was covered with a sheen of sweat produced by Parker's over-the-top fuck. But he wasn't complaining. The cop knew how to fuck like few other men did. Parker turned his face up to the sky and rolled out his tongue, catching a few wet flakes and eating them like he did when he was a young boy. His ram charger gave Kingston everything the man wanted, rapidly sliding through his now-loosened ass lips and filling him with all nine inches. The deliberate tightening of Jon's ass muscles only incensed him to fuck the other man harder, pounding against his prostate with each forceful plunge. The hard slabs of his ass cheeks were already wet from the snow, which was falling more rapidly now. The warmth of his body melted the flakes, turning them into a liquid which was sensuously dripping through the crack of his speared ass and pooling around Parker's plunger.
It seemed almost impossible, but Parker sped up his fuck strokes, working his fat tool more rapidly in and out of Jon's warm chasm. Both men knew the law man was pushing himself toward an impending climax. With all the fucking he'd done, Parker never felt anything like this before in his life. Jon Kingston's man pussy was the best damned thing he'd ever sunk his dick into. It had been hard as hell to keep his control all through the fuck; he'd wanted to get off two minutes into it but somehow exerted all his stamina into holding on so he could enjoy this man's ass for as long as possible.
But he'd reached the edge of the sex precipice and there was no stopping himself now. His normally strong legs grew weak and wobbly. As he struggled to stand erect on his feet he plunged all the way in one final time and erupted in the depths of Kingston's fuck tunnel. Throwing back his head he let loose with a loud, masculine cry of release. Jon's mushy innards gripped his spasming cock, working his ultra-sensitive nerve endings and sending him into one orgasm after another. It had never felt so fucking good getting off! His strength seemed to be draining out of him through his cock and into the other man. He fell atop Jon, his hands making contact with the cold, wet hood of the cruiser as he regained enough control to pump his dick in his spent cum through the final surge of orgasm.
They lay like that for a short time, the snow falling around them already coating the pavement and surface of the cars. Parker's hot breath washed into Jon's ear, slowly regaining normality. In the aftermath of passion, Parker gently bit Jon's lobe and growled sexily for the other man's benefit. Jon responded by once again milking the still-hard cock buried way up his satisfied ass.
Parker reluctantly pushed himself off from the car and pulled out of Jon's well-fucked hole, shaking his cock off before forcing it into his pants and redressing himself. Jon managed to roll over on the hood, big hard on slapping up against his lower belly. An almost steady stream of pre-cum was oozing from the slit of Jon's cock head. He wrapped his hand around the bloated length and began to pump it within the grip of his fist. Parker's eyes were on Jon as he tucked his shirt tails into his uniform pants. When fully dressed he stepped forward and, slapping Jon's hand out of the way, took hold of him and began to furiously beat him off.
"C'mon, fucker," he snarled. "Shoot that fuckin' load!"
It didn't take Jon long. He was ripe and ready to unload. As the officer's gloved hand pumped up and down on his big hog he threw back his head, shuddered in the cold and blew a geyser up into the air. Parker didn't cease, he continued to jack Jon all the way through his long overdue orgasm. He watched the older man with fascination, appreciating the way Jon's muscles suddenly became even more pronounced in definition and the cords in his neck bulged to the surface with the power of his orgasm. It seemed like those hard, ripe nipples would jump right off the muscular man's chest---or shoot their own load of cream.
When Jon had been reduced to panting jelly the officer finally unhanded him. Seeing his glove was covered with hot cum he pushed it against Jon's mouth. Parker groped his own crotch while he observed the spent man devour his own load and completely clean the leather glove.
Jon somehow managed to find his flimsy shorts and donned them, once again shivering in the cold. If he didn't wind up with pneumonia, it would be something of a miracle. But it would have been well worth it.
"You're a hot fuck, Officer Parker," he said with a crooked smile. Parker merely touched the brim of his cap in response and, after tossing the confiscated car key's to Jon, turned on his heel and climbed into the cab of his cruiser. Jon stood there for a moment, watching as the officer started his engine, before returning to his own vehicle. Turning his key in the ignition, he flipped the heat to full blast. Parker threw his car into reverse and backed away from Jon's hot rod for a short distance before throwing it into gear and slowly driving away from the scene of the crime. Realizing the macho stud had still managed to leave him with a raging hard on, Parker chuckled to himself and made a mental note of the other man's license plate. Next time---and there would definitely be a next time---he wouldn't need a reason to pull the hot fuck over.
Several nights later . . .
Javier Santiago sat on the same bar stool he'd been occupying for the past few weeks, a bottle of beer in front of him and his eye trained on the front door. From where he was seated he had a fairly clear view, although he wouldn't be readily observed by anyone entering the establishment. The long tongue of a stage separated his area from the entrance. A long limbed beauty gyrated her near nude body to the beat of some danceable tune, every now and then momentarily blocking his vision. Javier paused to give her the once over, but he wasn't all that interested. She wasn't the object of his immediate desire.
He'd been coming to Bud's Hut, the gentlemen's club a short distance from his town, so frequently that he was known as something of a regular. Other frequent fliers had come to know the tattooed Puerto Rican and socialized with him while they stuffed dollar bills into the g string of the latest lovely prancing about and working hard for her money. Javier didn't mind. It helped to pass the time while he waited for that special someone to walk through the door.
He'd have thought it would have happened long ago. But his quarry remained elusive. Still Javier persisted. He knew the day would come, he would just have to be patient. The end result would be well worth the wait. The ultimate act of revenge would be his so long as he held in for just a bit longer.
It was already late, well past midnight on a Saturday night. His girl was dead to the world, probably didn't even know he'd gone out again. She was a stupid little bitch, so fucking in love with him that she overlooked every damned thing he did. But she was his meal ticket and life wasn't so bad with her. He knew she wasn't going anywhere anyway. She'd pretty much turned her back on her family, who wanted nothing to do with him, but still wouldn't make the ultimate sacrifice. When it came to marriage, Sharyn honored her family's wishes. Javier couldn't quite figure it out. She had his baby, why not make it a family? Not that he was so interested in being a family man, but it would firmly entrench him in her life. And would piss off those fucking Giagiannos, who treated him like the scum of the earth. But all that would change. He was a schemer with one hell of a plan in mind, a plan that hinged on one patron walking through the door of Bud's.
Javier finished his beer and decided to call it a night. His target was much earlier last time he'd seen him at Bud's. Probably wouldn't show up tonight at all. Besides, Javier was pretty much through his drinking money. He waved off the topless waitress approaching his table and started to get up from his seat. He'd take a quick piss before he headed out, smoke a blunt on the way home and sprawl out on the sofa so as not to awaken Sharyn and suffer the third degree.
A movement at the door caught his eye and caused Javier to hastily plop back down in his seat. A rush of primal adrenaline caused his breath to quicken; his senses were suddenly alert. Clad in a waist length parka and faded jeans, Joey Giaganno stepped into the smoky club. He tarried nary a moment before heading off to the hallway from which the bath rooms and proprietor's office could be accessed. An evil grin spread across Javier's face. His patience had finally been rewarded. His luck was about to change---and his girl friend's construction worker brother would be the catalyst for the events to follow . . .