Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 13:21:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Lick It or Ticket, Ch 1 (M/t, oral, anal, mast) - resend This story involves descriptions of a sexual encounter between males of different generations. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you. It is fiction, and should not be taken as approval of actual contact of this type between adults and children. Exploitation of children is evil. Please visit my website at http://www.eroticstorywriters.com/JeffSpencer.html to learn more about my fiction, okay? Please contribute some money to Nifty if you enjoy this and other works posted there. ================================ "It was nice of your father to loan you his Viper, Mark," Jason Harris said. He shifted his body in the passenger bucket seat of the sports car, his slim, tanned 16 year old legs flexed in the direction of his best friend, Mark Parker, who, also 16, was struggling to look as though he was at all familiar with the 5 speed gearbox of the slick vehicle. Jason's blond hair fluttered in the breeze, as the convertible cruised along the sunny, rural California road. They climbed higher and higher into the scenic hills. What Mark hadn't told Jason, was that his father hadn't exactly "loaned"him the metallic blue sports car, but rather had told him he could drive to the mall, and no further. Instead, Mark had taken a little bit of a side trip in order to impress Jason. It was important to Mark what Jason thought about things. He'd been his best friend ever since he could remember, and he felt a special attachment to his athletic buddy. "Um, yeah," Mark muttered absently. His attention was focused mainly on his driving, but the attractively hairless thighs and calves of his best friend were becoming attractions he had difficulty ignoring. Mark wouldn't admit it consciously to himself, perhaps he never would, but he enjoyed looking at Jason. He told himself that it was because guys could be just as attractive as girls, and in a non-sexual way. "After all", he'd tell himself, "everybody likes looking at that statue of that naked guy, `David'." True enough, but not everyone got a boner from it. Well, maybe not a boner for our repressed friend Mark, but certainly a pleasant tingle from looking at `David's' thick cock, and perfectly rounded male ass. As for Jason, Mark's beautiful image had long filled his imagination. His longish dark brown hair, tangled and tousled, even at the best of times; clear, penetrating blue eyes, like windows on the skies over some lesser-traveled tropical isle; a short, snub nose, deliciously frosted with a sprinkling of boyish freckles, made more intense by the hot rays of the July sun in southern California; his dazzling white teeth, made perfect by the imperfection of their slight uneveness, and a tiny gap between the front two. His teeth were often visible, as Mark's default expression was to a ready, open smile. Some saw that smile as confidence, maybe even sometimes as a kind of arrogance, but Jason knew it was only the visible proof of Mark's friendly nature. Jason had more and more imagined his best friend in different sexual circumstances, as Jason became more and more aware that he was gay, and so, so in love with Mark. Beautiful himself, Jason's blond hair, brown eyes, trim build and general good looks gained him the attention of many of the girls in their junior year at Castle High School, but his real interest was in Mark. Alone in his bed at night, he masturbated picturing Mark's soft, full lips pressed against his, his hands seeking out Mark's erect cock, though he'd never quite seen it yet, his heavy balls filling his palm. God, thoughts of Mark's lovely, round and firm, boyish ass naked for him to kiss and lick, easily brought Jason off, time and again. Many an evening, Jason would leisurely stroke his 5" cock, circumcised and a deep red at the plump cock head, speeding up his movement, and caressing his hairless balls, and sometimes even sliding a finger up his tight, hot rosebud asshole, as he imagined sucking Mark's dick, or persuading Mark to fuck him in his still-virginal ass. Invariably, Jason's throbbing cock would spurt long streams of his thick boy cum, pooling all over his stomach. Sometimes, Jason would lick up his emissions rather than clean them up with a tissue or sock, as he didn't want his parents to think he was jacking off all the time. He'd go to sleep with the pleasant taste and smell of boy cum on his tongue and in his nostrils. Those very same thoughts now were giving the cute boy another hard on, and he hoped that Mark hadn't noticed, though he always harbored a secret desire that Mark would notice. He snuck looks at his crotch, and unobtrusively tried to move his cock up against his flat stomach, so that it wouldn't tent out the faded blue denim fabric. As for Mark, he was just really coming into the maelstrom of adolescent sexual desire, and when he, too, masturbated, he wasn't quite sure what the thoughts were that brought him his greatest pleasure, though he insisted to himself that there could be nothing better than fucking a girl's soft and rounded body, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy, then, her ass. There was something about being inside an imaginary lover's ass that always excited him more than anything else, though he sometimes liked to pretend that she was sucking his 6" cock, too. The two boys were chatting about nothing in particular, idly flirting with each other (though they had no idea that was what they were doing), and pretending that they were wealthy playboys cruising the countryside, when they heard a short, loud `whoop-whoop' behind them. Jason craning his neck around, even as Mark glanced in the rearview mirror, saw that they were being followed by a county sheriff's car, and one of the cops inside was waving at them, directing them to an overgrown driveway, off the roadway. The old farm house the driveway had once led to was long gone, Mark noticed, as he pulled the car in and braked to a stop, out of sight of the road, but closely followed by the police car. The dappled noontime sunlight filtered through the leaves of the ancient oak tree towering over the car. What the boys didn't know, was that the two sheriff's deputies inside, decent enough guys, had been jacking each other off earlier and talking about other lovers they'd had, and had managed to work themselves up into a sexual frenzy. They'd received a radio call from their supervisor asking where they were, and what they were up to, forcing them to put a halt to their pleasant interlude, and get back to work. It was with that frustration in mind, that they pulled the two young boys over in the very rural California mountains. "Shit!" Mark muttered. "What did we do? My dad's gonna kill me!" As he sat there, hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel, Jason looked at him sympathetically, feeling some of Mark's trepidation. "I'm sure it's nothing," he consoled his friend, though he had no idea what the problem could be. Jason ran his fingers through his golden hair, trying to straighten it up a little. As the boys waited nervously, the well-shined black shoes of the police officer approaching on the driver's side scraped over the old gravel of the driveway. Mark noticed a decrepit chimney, the only remnant of the old farmhouse, standing forlornly yards away, as though the house were giving him the finger. As Jason turned to look at the cop, he peripherally noticed that a second officer, with glossy black hair, approached their car on the passenger side. Mark looked up at the cop standing by the driver's side. He seemed impossibly tall, and appeared to be in his twenties, and well built. Jason's first impression was that the cop was cute, with thick blond hair, about 6' 2" tall, and muscular. His eyes were completely indecipherable behind his mirrored sunglasses, standard cop issue. Mark barely noticed any of that, of course, as nervous as he was. He did notice the cop's uniform twill slacks showing a long, thin bulge at his crotch, and vaguely wondered at the small wet spot at the end of the bulge. The blond cop spoke, his voice deep and masculine. "Are you aware that you were doing 5 miles over the speed limit, sir? And that neither you nor your passenger are wearing your seatbelts? It IS state law, you know." "Um, I'm sorry, officer," Mark quavered, the fear of what his father would do to him if he got a ticket causing an intense butterfly attack in his stomach. "I'm really sorry..." he said, having no idea how he was going to get out of this. After reviewing the boy's driver's license, registration and insurance card, and finding them in order, the blond-haired cop signaled with his eyes to his dark-haired partner that there was little to concern them, and thought that the two of them might have a little fun, if the two boys before them were willing. He paused, then began his speech. "Sir, we usually take in violators to our substation to be held for a hearing, or until bail is raised," the blond cop began. "Oh, gosh! My dad would kill me! Please is there any way you could, like, give me a warning or something. I'd really be grateful, and I promise I'd never, ever do anything like this again..." Mark asked, his voice squeaking slightly at the end. Eyeing his partner, and seeing his slight nod, the blond cop looked fiercely down at the boy through his mirrored sunglasses. "Sir, are you trying to bribe me?" he growled. His partner suppressed a grin. "No, no sir!" Mark stammered. "I'd never try to bribe a cop, I mean, police officer!" When the cop spotted Jason's erection, and the wet spot it had caused in his shorts, he decided that this little bit of fun could go a little farther. Jason was shifting nervously in his seat, unconsciously sending the two cops signals that he was more than willing, as his shorts had ridden up on his thighs, and his small sack was hanging out of the left leg hole. The cops interpreted that innocent move as a come on. The blond cop's dick by now was every bit as hard, and long, as it had been in his partner's tight grasp. "Sir, step out of the car", the blond cop said, intentions indecipherable behind his reflective sunglasses. Mark, a look of confusion on his face, did as the cop ordered, uncertain as to what he should do next. He halfway raised his arms, as though surrendering, vaguely remembering episodes of `Cops' where the perps, usually shirtless, had put their hands on their heads, at least after a brief chase. "Put your hands down, kid," the cop said, as his partner on the passenger side snorted, stifling a laugh. Jason looked up at him, the cop's crotch at the same level as Jason's deep brown eyes. That was when Jason noticed this cop had a fat looking woody in the crotch of his pants, and was cute, to boot. "Turn around, put your hands on the hood, and spread your legs," the blond cop ordered. Mark hastened to do as he was ordered, wondering why his cock was choosing this particular time to begin lengthening in his shorts, like a snake slowly awakening and sliding down his leg. Mark jumped when he felt the cop's strong hands on his waist, then sliding down intimately to his hips, beginning to pat him down in a search for weapons or contraband. The cop's hands began at the waistband of Mark's shorts, outlining and defining his slim, boyish hips. After reaching mid-thigh, just after his denim gave way to naked boy flesh, the cop's hands circled around the back of his hairless thighs, just under the curve of Mark's cute ass, making Mark giggle nervously, then pushed back up again, his open thumbs, palms and fingers cupping and holding Mark's firm young butt. Mark felt a subservient thrill course through him at this unexpected familiarity shown by the cop. The cop's mouth began watering, relishing the boy's perfect ass. With any luck he might get to kiss that sweet little boy bottom. The cop covered every inch of Mark's slim, young body with his sensitive fingertips, including the boy's crotch, which by this point was as hard as a steel rod. His hand slowly sliding over Mark's young cock, the cop estimated the boy's dick at about six inches in length, pretty good size for a boy so young. "Um," Mark murmured, but further comment was cut off by the cop's hand suddenly slipping over his mouth, lightly, but sending a strong message that he wanted Mark to keep quiet. He also sent another message, as his fingers smelled as though they were coated in male cum. Mark couldn't imagine why that was. Then one of the cop's fingers slipped inside Mark's mouth, invading his warm, moist opening, and sending strong jolts of electricity to Mark's cock and balls. It felt like one of the most erotic things Mark had ever experienced. Mark groaned around the cop's finger, the smell of male sex strong in his nostrils, inflaming Mark even further with wild emotion. Mark felt heat, and hardness pressing into his ass, as the cop moved his torso against Mark's round, full bottom, then the cop's other hand reaching around Mark's hip, to grasp his cock again, which was tenting out his jeans somewhat painfully. This time his touch was lingering rather than cursory. Mark's hips shot backward, his round, warm ass impaling itself on the stiff, hard muscle hiding behind the cop's khaki twill. The cop's hand slipped down inside the front of Mark's shorts, completely bypassing his underpants, and directly grasping Mark's six inch erection, the feel of another person's hand on his sensitive penis for the very first time intoxicating and wildly exciting to the boy. Lost in Mark's rising passion was the fact that it was a man's strong hand stroking him, not a girl, as he had often imagined would be the case his first time. Mark's head lolled backwards involuntarily, coming to a rest on the cop's strong shoulder. He was shocked when he felt the cop pressing his warm, full lips against his, then further stunned when the cop's tongue snaked between his lips, into his boyish mouth. But he felt himself helpless to stop the invasion, and was quickly losing interest in preventing it, his mouth opening even wider against the cop's. The two kissed, the man, muscular and tan, and the boy, slim, tan too, their bodies melting together, as the much shorter and slender boy adjusted his body to allow the cop better access to his intimate parts. A soft sigh floated from the boy's throat, as the man's practiced hand pleasured the youth's stiffly erect, and leaking, cock. The cop could feel the very sparse nest of curled hair at the base of Mark's cock, and even the warm wetness at its full, round tip. Mark could feel the cop's hot breath racing over his cheek, the smell of coffee strong. Jason watched the scene with mouth agape, his thoughts in a whirl. In a flash, his friend had been turned into a puddle of lust in the arms of another male. Jason's own desires overcame him, his fantasies of seeing his friend naked inflaming his senses. Then seeing a man kissing Mark so intimately, while fondling his naked cock, was too much for Jason. He groaned, a feeling of jealousy intruded into the sexual excitement, but only for a moment, as his own cock, stiff and leaking its own supply of pre cum, was doing almost all his thinking now. His hand stroked over the outside of his shorts, causing a pleasant tingle to radiate through his body. As Jason shivered with pleasure, his fingers stiffly running over his erection, he heard a metallic sound to his right, and turned, to see the other cop standing close to the car, a grin on his handsome face, the man's cock protruding through the piss opening in his uniform pants, the head purple and wide, his cock circumcised and thick, a wetness at the piss slit, the rod waggling slightly up and down as the man waved it at the boy. Then the man's long arm reached behind Jason's head, urging his face forward to the treat he was offering the boy. "Suck on it, boy," he murmured, pressing his hips forward into Jason's face. His intent was clear, and Jason's decision was swift. To either take the man's thick dick in his mouth, a position he had tried to avoid considering consciously in the past, but which had definitely played its own subliminal part in his masturbatory fantasies, or risk a beating, or worse, made for an easy decision. The cop groaned as Jason's warm, wet lips fastened around the fat head of his cock, and his hips involuntarily pushed his dick farther into the youth's hot mouth. Jason's lips wrapped naturally and easily around the short, but thick penis, and it slid easily in. "Fuck, that feels SO nice, kid. Suck my hard prick, kid, lick up my cum when I shoot inside your hot mouth..." the cop muttered. The man's pubic bush was thick, and tickled Jason's nose and cheeks, as his mouth sunk deeper onto the fat and hot rod filling his mouth. An aroma of sweat, piss and a smell he recognized as semen, filled his nostrils, and a thin salty taste trickled over his tongue. Jason became lost in the intoxicating sensation of realizing that he was at long last, actually sucking a cock, and that he would be free of responsibility or blame for the pleasurable act. Jason squealed softly, as he gave into his twink instincts, loving more and more, the pleasurable feeling that domination by another man brought him. His right hand came up to caress the cop's meaty, heavy balls, warm and round in their hairy sack, and Jason's left hand furiously scrabbled at the snap of his own shorts, desperate to free his own straining cock. Cumming in front of his friend while sucking on a man's dick, seemed like the most desirable thing in the world to him now, in his lust-induced state. The man continued pumping inside Jason's increasingly eager mouth. Had Jason been able, or willing, to remove his mouth from the hot treat he was sucking on, he would have seen that Mark and the cop had progressed much further in their own rutting adventure. The blond-haired cop had his own pants down, his 7", thin, uncircumcised cock sticking straight out, quite enthusiastic with his male love lust. The man's balls were smaller than his partner's, but as these things often turn out, were filled with far more of his creamy white cum, as would be noted later. Mark's shorts were now also down off his hips, ripped off by the cop, his bare bottom so perfectly round and smooth, and showing little of the tan the rest of his body bore. "Umm, baby, your sweet little ass is so soft and hot on my nice, hard dick. Would you like to feel how long my hard cock is, baby? Would you like to feel my hot cum filling your tight little hole?" the blond cop murmured. Mark shivered in anticipation of an unknown pleasure. His dick, too, was stiff, but he was feeling internal turmoil that Jason had long ago discarded. The cop had brought him nothing but pleasure so far, a pleasure he could have only dreamed of, but he believed that any circumstances that brought a naked man and boy together, must somehow be wrong. Such was the effect of Mark's solidly familial upbringing. His inclinations, however, were definitely sliding towards the pleasure side, and who here could fault him? Certainly not me, and I hope, not you. Mark gradually began to give in to the sexual pleasure and anticipation that was tormenting him, his warm bottom pressing back, harder and harder, into the cop's torrid crotch, the cop's long and hot erection gradually becoming something that Mark desired, rather than feared, as it pressed sideways between his naked thighs, and upwards into his perineum. The cop's hand, slowly stroking Mark's hard dick, and intermittently caressing his lightly haired sack, began to speed up his pace, knowing full well that he could draw Mark into the delights of man-boy sexual lovemaking by careful manipulation. He leaned forward and brushed his lips softly over the side of Mark's exposed throat, grazing that sensuously sensitive flesh warmly and affectionately. Mark moaned in response, and the cop adjusted his waving, hard dick from between Mark's slim thighs, to the hot, moist furrow between his ass cheeks. The heat of Mark's intimate opening was an aphrodisiac to the highly aroused cop, and he slowly rubbed his erection, hard and throbbing, up and down Mark's humid valley. As the plump cock head contacted Mark's sensitive anal opening, Mark responded unconsciously, pressing his sweet bottom back onto the cop's rod. The cop, unable to resist, knelt down behind Mark's slim young body, that of a healthy, athletic sixteen year old, and separated the boy's unblemished and hairless ass cheeks, revealing the boy's sweet, pink opening, virginal and furiously scrubbed clean just a few hours earlier. The pink, puckered opening of Mark's anus flexed nervously as cool air hit it. But if the momentary tightening of Mark's anal opening signaled reluctance, Mark's readjustment of his footing backward signaled his unconscious desire to have the cop play with him there, as did the oh-so-subtle waving of his boyish, fresh ass in the cop's face. Mark had no knowledge of his body's invitation, nor would even the cop have noticed it, but for the fact that his eyes were locked on Mark's appealing teenaged boy ass and rosebud, and were only inches away from the beautifully arranged picture. The cop placed his lips lightly against Mark's full roundness there, and the boy sighed with pleasure. The cop's mouth was quite experienced in this area of the male anatomy, and he proceeded to sensuously caress the boy's hot, naked bottom with his lips and tongue, the wetness, heat and touch of his mouth bringing incredible delight to the virginal boy. Then the cop pressed his warm, moist lips against Mark's hotter, and slightly more humid, asshole, savoring the aroma and flavor of the teenaged boy's ass, smelling the faint scent of boy sweat and soap, and hints of darker things. His tongue slid over Mark's sensitive anal ring, feeling it quiver delicately as the rough surface of his tongue stimulated Mark's nerve endings. He felt the boy relax his tense muscle, as he subtly, but unknowingly invited the man to lick him deeper. The cop eagerly did so, his tongue extending as far as he could, generously wetting, and loosening, Mark's boy pussy. "Oh, man, that feels so, so, nice. God!" was all that Mark could gasp out. Mark moaned as he leaned forward on the hood, offering himself to the cop's attentions, his ass rotating in small circles as the cop's experienced tongue pleasured him in ways he had never imagined possible. Mark looked through the glass of the windshield, and momentarily he focused on what his best friend was doing with the other cop. The vision stimulated Mark even more than the cop's tongue up his ass. Jason was still seated on the passenger side of the sports car, his shorts down by his ankles, his cock full and hard, cum dripping down his cute, pink shaft, his hands stroking it madly. Jason's mouth, meanwhile, was licking and kissing the swollen, red cock the cop was feeding him. Occasionally, the cop would lean down to kiss the teenaged boy, and the sight of blond Jason and the black-haired cop kissing was nearly as exciting as watching Jason suck the cop's big cock. Mark could clearly see Jason's eager reception of the cop's tongue in his mouth, just as he also willingly returned to sucking the cop's hard dick. As Mark watched, he felt the cop behind him stand again, then a feeling of fullness as the knob of the cop's dick was expertly fitted into the notch of the boy's increasingly enthusiastic ass. The cop, experienced at ass fucking, slowly slid his shaft inside the boy, nibbling and kissing his downy throat as he did so, distracting the boy from any discomfort. For his part, Mark reacted against instinct and relaxed his sphincter, unconsciously avoiding the initial pain of his first ass fucking. It helped that the cop's dick was so thin, though long. "You like that, don't you," the cop coaxed Mark. "You love being fucked by a man, having his big cock filling your little boy ass." Mark could only nod helplessly, the pleasure overwhelming him. The cop stroked in and out of the boy, who felt nothing but a growing ecstasy, as reflected by his own aching erection. Vaguely, Mark wondered if it was okay for him to stroke his cock while he was being fucked, but the issue became moot when the radio in the cop's squad car suddenly loudly squawked out a call for their unit to proceed to a `452 in progress at Sunset Mall', though Mark had no idea what that meant. It must have been important, because the two cops both cursed loudly, and began moving faster, the cop behind Mark stroking inside him, deeper and faster, until his fat cock spurted out load after load of hot, creamy cum inside the boy's rectum, five or six full loads. As well, the cop on Jason's face took several long strokes in Jason's mouth, nearly choking him, then Jason's cheeks moved outward as he felt the first blasts of the man's cum inside his mouth, coating his gums and tongue in the rich, musky fluid. The cop had two final blasts in him - as he pulled out of Jason's mouth, Jason's pink, full lips closing reflexively at the absence of the plump cock head, the cop gave two late squirts, leaving a thick, white streak that crossed the boy's cute snub nose and upper cheek, stopping just short of his eye, and a second spurt, which landed directly in the little bow where Jason's lips met. The boy's tongue licked his lips nervously as the cop rushed away, and their car squealed tires pulling out, kicking up loose gravel. The two boys looked at each other quizzically. Not knowing what else to do, Mark slowly reached down to pick up his shorts, which he had stepped out of during the course of his thorough, if brief, ass fucking, along with the paperwork the blond cop had thrown in their general direction as he rushed off. He blotted at his bottom with the fabric, as he could already feel the cum dripping out of his hole. Then he opened the door and looked over at his friend, equally nude from the waist on down. Both of their dicks were painfully hard and stiff as they rearranged themselves back in the front seat. Remembering that he needed to bring the car back in good condition, Mark placed his shorts and underpants on the seat, then sat on them. His cock was stiff, harder than he could ever remember it, and it was obvious that Jason was in the same condition, pre cum leaking copiously out of his dick, and running down the 5" shaft, leaving a darker streak in the pink flesh. Mark giggled looking at Jason. "Um, you've got some, uh...on your face," he said. Jason touched it with his finger, a small thread of white cum connecting his fingertip to his cheek momentarily. "Oh, yeah...it's the guy's stuff," he explained. "Uh, yeah, I know," Mark said. "I was there." Then they both burst out laughing, partly a release of tension, and partly just because it just seemed funny. "Geez, I guess we've got a lot to talk about," Jason said. "I don't know about you, but I'm horny enough to fuck a snake," he finished, his eyes all over Mark's equally erect penis. "Really?" Mark said. "I'm not," then they both laughed again, it being pretty obvious just how hot he was, judging by the length and hardness of his boy cock, and the small stream of clear cum running down the side of the shaft. Mark felt surprisingly comfortable with Jason in what could be expected to be a very uncomfortable situation. It helped that the boys had been through so much together before, as life-long friends. Jason looked at Mark, shyly now, his opportunity before him. "Would it be okay if I..." he whispered, his hand forming a circle. He looked deep into his best friend's blue eyes. "Oh god, yes," Mark whispered, leaning back in the seat. Jason's hand rapidly descended onto his friend's sensitive cock, slowly stroking him and caressing his balls, already pulled up close to his body. Jason leaned down closer to watch his friend's delicious penis, savoring the sight of the rod he'd desired for some time now. Mark reached over to Jason's dick, all inhibitions between them gone, and began stroking Jason's hard cock, marveling at the heat and silkiness of touching another boy's cock for the first time. The two boys masturbated each other, and given their state of excitement, as well as the natural proclivity of teenaged boys to be more like machine guns than single shot rifles, they both came quickly. Jason's sexual volcano erupted first, his many spurts strong and numerous, his thick boy fluid shooting over and hitting his left knee and leg in several spots, as his body was turned toward Mark. As for Mark, his flow was one continuous eruption of pure white, creamy fluid, thick and smelling characteristically of bleach, the rich liquid flowing over Jason's fingers in a long stream, seemingly never ending. But of course, all good things do come to an end, and after the final small gouts of male seed had finished coating Jason's hand, and Mark's piss slit had slowed its reflexive pout, Jason reluctantly pulled his hand away from his best friend's beautiful cock. Then he absent-mindedly tasted his friend's cum. Jason had often tasted, and liked, the taste of his own cum, and obviously had tasted the cop's cum. Mark stared at him curiously, another barrier dissolving in their relationship. "Um, I figured since I already tasted somebody else's," he said, gesturing back in the direction the cops had gone. Mark nodded, giving him permission for his fait accompli. Then the two cleaned up as best they could, and headed back home to have a very interesting discussion, and plan a sleep over as soon as possible. All the way back, Jason licked his lips, and Mark though about the cum dripping from his hole. ====================== I hope you enjoyed this chapter. 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