Date: Wed, 12 May 2004 20:07:48 EDT
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: One Man's Jock Strap

Kellan-------

	I was staying with my aunt and uncle for the weekend, on my way to
see friends out on the coast. It was a hot May Sunday afternoon when I was
playing a game of one-on-one with my cousin Trevor. He ran at me, trying to
get the ball when I wasn't looking and tripped. He landed on top of me, his
smooth sweat polished skin sweltering against the damp curls of my chest.
At 19, he'd grown up to be a hot little fucker; lean, hard body - a
distance runner. I grabbed the tight cheeks of his ass, well hidden in his
baggy shorts, and ground his crotch into my suddenly hard erection. He
wriggled and pushed at me, trying to get away so I wouldn't feel the
rhythmic throbbing of his stiff cock. I held steady.

	"What's the matter, Chiz-Jizz?" The name came back like it was
yesterday. His middle name was Chisolm, and I'd tease him with that when we
were younger. "Feels like the ol' cum-gun's primed and loaded. Just like
old times!" I added and pushed my steely pistol against his abs.

	"Fuck you." He tried to knee me in the nuts and jumped up, ran
toward the house.

	I raced after him, through the house, down the stairs to the
basement. I got my foot in the door of his room before he could slam it. He
flopped down on the bed, saying "We're not kids anymore, and I'm no fag."

	"No, we're not kids." I said as I closed the door. My left hand had
automatically strayed to my right tit while my right hand eased my shorts
down. Trev's gaze stayed on the swollen length hidden under my jock. A
classic Bike. My dick was ached, painfully straining under the wide waist
band. I adjusted myself, the heart shaped knob popped out the side,
moist. I grabbed my nuts, the tip of my shaft blossomed, greasy drops of
pre-spunk streamed from the reddened piss-lips. "And if being a fag means
you like getting your rocks off with another guy, I'd don't have any
problems with that. Don't tell you're not rock-hard. C'mon, let me see your
dick."

	Trevor didn't say anything as he unzipped his shorts, sliding them
down his legs and gradually lie back on the bed. The thick tube of his
rigid pole lay across his belly, trapped beneath his white jockeys, the
protruding vein pulsed. A circle of moisture spread, the pulsating knob
nearly exposed against the damp material. I had to stop myself, I wanted to
bury my face in his groin, lose myself in his sweaty crotch and taste the
sweet juice but I thought he'd freak out. Continually stroking my shaft, I
slipped out of my jock. I cradled the oozing head on top of the pouch, I
stroked, coaxing out as much jizz as I dared.

	Trev's eyes never left my straining meat as his hand slid under his
shorts. I rubbed the jock under my balls making my prick dance. Trev slowly
pulled down his jockeys, his stiff seven inches wavered above his abdomen,
the shaft curved slightly toward the top. He watched intently when I lifted
the damp jock, loudly inhaling the musky scent. I tasted the sticky fabric,
his cock bounced as a continuous stream of silvery fluid that pooled on his
smooth skin. I stepped closer, watching closely when he grabbed his cock,
his nuts pulled tightly in their hairless sac, slowly vanished.

	His whole body shook when his dick erupted, the first shooting
geyser landed in the middle of his chest, followed again and again until a
puddle of white hot cream pooled in his belly. I lost it, I long-stroked my
shaft then my balls started to drain. My load shot everywhere, the bed, the
floor. I pumped the last few custardy beads onto his thigh.

	The sudden knock on the door startled both of us. We quietly
scrambled, I threw my discarded jock at him to clean up and were back in
our clothes in seconds. His mom wanted to make sure we were getting ready
to go out to dinner.


Trevor-------

	I went straight to my room when we got back home. I had to jack
off. I'd put on Kel's jock under my jeans, still wet with cum, I could feel
it all throughout dinner. It kept my cock hard as rock and my nuts were
aching. I slipped off my shoes and hopped on the bed, hands massaging my
crotch. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my hand down
the solid shaft. I closed my eyes, remembering the scene earlier in the day
- Kel's huge throbbing cock; his thick wad, landing hotly on my skin. I
brought my hand to cover my nose and mouth; I could still smell his rich
juices.

	"Trevor." A voice whispered at my door. "Let me in." Damn, it was
Kellan.

	"What's up?" I asked, the door only slightly ajar.

	"That's what I wanted to know." He said as he shoved his way in and
flopped down on my bed. He'd changed clothes, now only wearing a pair of
loose grey gym shorts. What I lack in body hair, Kel makes up for. Short
curly hairs cover him, chest, belly, legs and no doubt his ass. My boner
hurt, jeans too tight.

	"You were acting strange all through dinner. Jumpy, like you got
ants in your pants. Or maybe you've got something else in your pants you
were thinking about?" He grabbed his cock through his shorts, pressing it
against the cloth to show he was more than half hard. His arm rested behind
his head, his furry pit damp with sweat. His hairy egg-sac flopped lazily
between his spread legs.

	My dripping dick screamed for release when he asked me, "Where's my
jock?" I could only shrug in reply. "Dude, what'd you do with it? It was
brand new?" He asked again.

	I didn't respond, in part because I didn't know what to say. 'Well
cousin, it's like this, after cleaning up our jizz I had to put it on
'cause just thinking about it made my meat hard as steel and the pouch is
holding my nuts tight, building up another hot thick ball-busting load of
hot sperm.' While it was the truth that didn't seem like the right thing to
say.

	As I stood lost in thought, he's sat on the side of the bed. He
hardened pole stood at attention, poking out the leg hole of his shorts.
"C'mere, Trev." He said, motioning with his finger. I didn't move.

	"It's hot in here, why don't you take some of those clothes off."
He continued. "C'mon, Chiz-Jizz."

	I couldn't stop myself. I stood in front of him, stripped off my
t-shirt. I jumped feeling his fingers across my chest as I lifted the
shirt. The sensation when he tweaked both nipples at the same time almost
sent me over the edge. He played at the buttons of my jeans. "I wonder," he
went on rubbing the length of my jeans covered staff, "if I'll find
something that belongs to me under here." My pants were around my ankles in
a flash. "It's stained." He pointed to the straw colored spot covering my
left nut, poking the tender orb. "Probably stinks, too." He added.

	He tentatively smelled and gently chewed on the pouch. I leaned
back; a silent sigh escaped my lips when I felt his hot mouth envelop first
the left, then my right testicle. He gnawed the base of my shaft, pulled
down the jockstrap, his tongue circled the ridge of my swollen cock-head. I
reached between us and palmed his erection, felt the heat radiating from
the rigid tool. I pulled away when he'd sucked in almost the length of my
dick.

	"Too close, gonna shoot." I whispered, out of breath.

	"Isn't that the point? Besides, "Kel replied playing a finger along
my dripping slit."Plenty more where that came from isn't there? I've got
another two-three loads before my balls get drained for the night."

	I knelt between his legs, close enough to smell his sweat, his
musk, his drooling jizz-juice. I swiped a tongue across the purple cap. I
looked up, his eyes were closed. I didn't want to tell him this was my
first time, didn't want to ask if I was doing it right. I wrapped my lips
around the fleshy brim, sucking the knob. His hands caressed the back of my
head, held me, and forced me down further. I held his balls in my handing,
feeling their heat, their weight in my palm. He sighed as I had them in a
firmer grip, a stream of sweet-salty fluid coated my tongue. He shoved
himself further down my mouth; I choked as the thickness filled me.

	"Suck it, c'mon and suck my cock." His voice low. He pounded in and
out my mouth in short jabs. I kept up the slow, steady sucking which he
seemed to enjoy - that and the tug on his nuts each time I pulled back
almost off his dripping meat. "So good, Trev. Gonna make me cum, soon. Suck
me."

	I didn't know if I was ready and part of my expected he'd pull out
at the end. His dick grew impossibly thick, I couldn't take more than a
third in my mouth when he let out a low moan, his knob blossomed and I felt
the first hot current of spunk shoot down my throat. I fought the urge to
gag, not because of the taste; it was sweet-sour, hot and spicy. There was
so much that I couldn't swallow fast enough, with each gulp I got another
burst of cum-custard, it seeped out the sides of my mouth.

	He pulled out and slid down onto the floor with me. "Thanks,
Chiz-Jizz." He said before covering my mouth with his. I felt his tongue
slide around, lapping up the last of his load. His hand slid the length of
my aching cock, down around my balls, between my legs. I bucked as a finger
tickle my asshole.

	"Kel, don't." I pleaded.

	He palmed my meat, massaging from base to tip. He spit into his
other hand, he wasn't going to listen to me. I felt the fingertip nudge the
tight ring, the feel as broke through made me hornier. I lost it when he
was up to the second knuckle. I leaned into him, burying my face in his
furry chest when I started to spunk. I felt the heated streaks of cream
splatter between us.

	It was a week after Kel left. I stayed late after school, psyching
myself up for the all-city junior college track meet. There was another
guy, Jake, out on the field and I kept running, waiting for him to leave. I
was pumped and horny; looking forward to a long jack-off session in the
locker room. But wouldn't leave. I finally gave up and hit the showers. He
was right behind me and we made small talk as we showered. I stole a few
quick glances as he soaped himself. Smooth, lightly muscled chest; dark,
dollar-sized nipples standing out noticeably against his light skin; flat
belly; long, meaty cock bouncing atop his plump ball-sac. As he turned, I
stared as his soapy hand slid down the hairy cleft of his bubble-butt.

	I was throbbing hard in seconds, turned my back until he left the
showers. I waited a few more minutes until my dick was reasonably soft,
grabbed a towel to dry off and went back to the locker room. He was
standing by the bench where I'd left my clothes in a pile. He was nude with
just a towel draped across his shoulders. I followed his gaze down to the
jock he held in his hand, my jock, Kel's jock.

	"Looks like this hasn't seen a laundry in awhile." He said holding
it up. "And I don't think these are piss stains." He held it to his
nose. "Nope not piss, sweat yes." He stopped, despite my embarrassment I
was starting to get an erection. "Yeah, "he smelled again, "cum." His dick
was half-hard and doing a slow arc upward as the shaft thickened. He cupped
his balls, his cock snapping to full attention. "Coach won't like this,
definitely not regulation. Think I may have to confiscate this." He dropped
the jock, the pouch caught on top of the straining dick-head. "Less of
course you want to come claim it?" He asked with a slight smile.

	A clear drop of juice formed on the tip of my cock as I walked up
to him. "It's not mine." I said to him, truthfully. "You want it, it's
yours."

	"Got a friend over in Science could do some testing, see if it's
yours or not." His jock covered pole wavered close to mine. "I'd need a
'specimen' from you. Willing?"

	He didn't wait for an answer. He moved forward. The jockstrap,
draped over our two fiery shafts, was now clenched in his tight fist. He
rhythmically caressed our stiff meat, each stroke long and slow. His mouth
opened wide with pleasure. His tongue licking his lower and upper lips. His
head rolled back and forth and his nipples were erect. I leaned in and bit
the distended tit between my teeth, gently. The grip tightened and pumped
again.

	With a loud moan of pleasure he unloaded. I felt his thick, creamy
discharge cover my over-heated knob and my balls began to belch their heavy
load. He continued to pump until we were both emptied.

	A few minutes later, hiding my embarrassment I asked him, "When
will you let me know the results of the tests?" He didn't say anything as I
walked out.


Jake-------

	I leaned against the locker, coming down from the high of busting a
nut. Too bad I was so horny, that's one hot little fucker. I picked up the
wet jock, soaked with the two loads of scum, tasted the sweet juices. My
pecker started to rise again as I the rubbed strap in my crotch. It wasn't
long before I was rock hard and needed to get off again. I slipped on the
jock under my sweats and headed out to see what I could find.

	I played pocket pool as I walked through the campus; the handy slit
in the pocket of my sweats allowed easy access to my bone. I followed one
guy for awhile, getting hotter as I watched his round-cheeked butt bulging
out of his chinos. I squeezed my tender balls fantasizing about poking my
dick into his hole. Damn I could use a hot ass. I cut across the quad,
heading back to the dorm. As I passed the library, I glanced up at the row
of windows on the second floor and saw a familiar figure walking back into
the stacks.

	I found him curled up in a chair, reading. I snuck up behind and
whispered: "Who has the hottest ass around?"

	"Jake, I'm trying to study." Was the only response.

	"Hot tongue, no waiting." I slipped it into his ear. He continued
to pretend I wasn't there.

	I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped
down my sweats and rubbed my packed groin against the back of his shaved
head.

	"What the fuck?" He whipped around, I bumped the pouch into his
face. His did a quick scan, didn't see anyone and fastened his mouth on the
jock. I could see by the bulging mound in his shorts he wasn't wearing
anything underneath.

	I pulled up my sweats. "C'mon, let's get out of here." He grabbed
his pack and followed me down the stairs. I told him about the guy in the
locker room as we walked out the door.

	"Only test gonna be done on that is a taste test." Madsen said to
me when I'd finished. "You're an asshole."

	"Tell me you're not horny? I asked, getting a quick feel of the
stalk tenting his pants. "I want to fuck, let's go back to the dorm. Where
the hell are you going? " He was headed in the opposite direction.

	"Back to the gym. We can use Brad's office, I have the key."

	"And what if he's there? I can't imagine the assistant wrestling
coach is going to be too thrilled if we ask him to leave so we can have a
quickie on his desk." I replied sarcastically.

	"You never know, Jake, maybe he'd want to watch." Madsen went on
casually. "I caught him whacking off one day after practice."

	I stared at him in disbelief. "And?"

	"Most of the team had hit the showers; I was headed there but
needed to ask Brad about the schedule. I guess he thought the door was
locked. He had one leg on the desk, leaning back in his chair with his head
thrown back and his eyes were closed. He didn't hear me until I shut the
door."

	"You walked in on him jacking his dick and you didn't turn around
and leave?"

	He continued as we walked. "He's hung like a horse and I threw a
hard-on. Well, I was nude and thought staying in his office was less
embarrassing than going back to the locker room and facing the guys."

	"What the hell did Brad do?" I had to ask.

	"Funny thing, he didn't stop. By the time he realized I was there
he was pretty close and I was matching him stroke for stroke. He shut his
eyes again and kept jacking. A few minutes later he shot his wad and did he
ever cream. There are oozers and shooters, he's a shooter. Spunk dripped
down his chest, dripped through all that hair. It was so fucking hot."

	"So what did he say?"

	"Nothing." Madsen replied. "He watched, waited until I creamed and
patiently asked what I needed. I told him and left. Never said a word about
what happened."

	I followed into the gym as he led the way to the office. Madsen was
on his knees the minute the door was closed, chewing on the jock. I stared
at Brad's desk, trying to imagine him jacking off. I wish I'd seen that,
the guy is a HOT number with the hairiest ass I've ever seen. I fantasized
about spreading those furry cheeks as Madsen slobbered up and down my
raging meat while his hands caressed my inner thighs making me tremble. He
managed to get my shoes, pants and jock off as he sucked me.

	The thought of eating Brad's ass made my mouth water. I pulled
Madsen up and bent him over the desk. I parted the bubbled cheeks, his hole
winked enticingly at me. I ran my tongue down the shaved crack, skimming
across the wrinkled bud lightly made him writhe.

	"Do it, Jake. Don't tease." He pleaded. I obliged and dug my tongue
into his tight hole, rooting as far in as I could go. He squirmed back,
pushing his fleshy butt in my face. "Give me the jock, man. I gotta unload
once before you fuck me." I handed it to him, gave a slap on the cheek as
he lay the jock on the desk in front of his turgid prick. I alternately
licked then slipped the tip of finger into the loosening crevice while he
stroked himself rapidly. "Fuck yeah, don't stop. Feels good." He tickled
just beneath his nuts and picked up the pace, breathing deeper and faster.
"Gonna cum, gonna cum." He repeated over and over until his sphincter
clutched my finger, spasming as his cock exploded.

	His orgasmic convulsions subsided and I stood ready to spear his
waiting asshole with my rammer when we heard a key in the lock. We broke
apart, scrambling for our clothes. We tried to look innocent as Brad walked
in.

	"Not interrupting anything? He asked.

	Madsen and I were both silent. He stammered something about needing
to talk to Brad but it could wait until tomorrow and we got the hell out of
there.


Brad-------

	I shut the door behind them. Poor guys, scared the shit out of
them. Just then my cell rang.

	"Hey Matt." It was one of the coaches over at Western. "Holy shit!"
I saw what was sitting on the edge of my desk.

	"What's wrong" Matt asked.

	I couldn't stop laughing. "I just caught two students in my office,
interrupted them having sex."

	"You saw them?

	"No, they were dressed when I opened the door, they were pretty
flushed and embarrassed. One of them was the guy I told you about that
walked in on me pounding the pud."

	Matt sounded awestruck. "Why don't those things ever happen to me?
How do you know they were fooling around then?

	"They left something on my desk. A jockstrap, with a little
present." I chuckled again as I sniffed the damp spot. "Cum, still warm,
too."

	"Hot damn, you're a lucky stiff."

	"Getting stiffer by the minute. What's up with you?" I joked.

	"Just under eight inches!" Matt retorted. "Look, I'm about 10
minutes away. I was going to see if you want a drink but I'm thinking
something else would be more fun. Maybe a wrestling match? See who comes
out on top?"

	"Matt, just get your ass here. We both know who'll be on top." I
put the phone down.

	I sniffed the rank jock, hand shoved in my shorts, fondling my
hardened prick. I unzipped, wrapped the damp material around my drooling
cock-head and wondered which of the two popped their nut. Thinking about
Madsen, naked, shaved from head to toe jacking off his long, mouth-watering
shaft... Damn I was getting too hot. I stepped out of my boxers, slipped on
the jock under my jeans and started doing some paperwork to pass the time.

	Matt showed up a few minutes later. Seconds later there was a
tentative knock at the door. It was Madsen.

	"Sorry to bother you," he said tentatively. "I think we left
something in your office, um, by mistake."

	"Really." I replied innocently. "This is Matt Grayson, from
Western." They shook hands. What was it you were looking for?"

	"Well," Madsen hesitated. "It was, it was one of Jake's science
projects."

	I couldn't resist teasing him. "Haven't seen anything unusual here,
but you can look around." His eyes scanned my desk. I smiled at Matt. "We
were just about to hit the mat for some practice, care to join us Madsen?"
I slipped off my shoes and pulled out the extra pair of gym from my
desk. "I'm sure Matt could teach you some moves you've probably never seen
before."

	I dropped my pants; Madsen gave an almost inaudible gasp and moved
toward the door, wide-eyed.

	"Thanks, but I have plans." He said shutting the door behind him.

	"I take it you're wearing the missing 'science project?" Matt
smiled. He pressed up behind me as I locked the door. I felt the length of
his hard poker nestle into the crack of my ass as his fingers slid up my
chest to my tits. "Ever been fucked across you desk?" He asked, sliding his
hard meat between my legs until the fleshy knob slid under my balls.

	"You know that's not my style." I reached for his protruding
cock-head as it poked out the bottom of the jock. I was rewarded with a
drizzle of hot pre-cum and a sigh.

	"To bad you're little buddy didn't want to join us, he's got a nice
ass." Matt pinched my tits as he talked. "Probably a hot fuck. Shaves his
hole too?"

	"Don't know," I replied. "Haven't got that close but would guess he
does. God that feels good. Keep it up and maybe you can pound my ass,
pretend it's him."

	I was joking but no sooner were the words out, Matt was on the
floor prying my ass checks apart. I bent over, feeling his hot tongue
nudging the tight bud. He slapped my butt. "Open up Brad, c'mon and relax."
He attacked my hole with his tongue.

	I reached for his cock. Eight hard, solid inches as thick at the
head as the base. He was leaking again. I eased back, pushing him until he
was prone, his mouth never far from my crack. I lay on top of him to his
sweet-salty scum, dipping my tongue into the slit. He bucked, shoving the
immense shaft into my mouth. A finger invaded my hole, replacing the tongue
as he fed me another few inches. He rolled us over and I felt the jock
sliding down my legs.

	He pulled out of my mouth, standing up he put on the jock then
lowered his beefy ass to my face. His crack smelled musky, sweaty. I
flicked the brown bud with my tongue. He bounced, each time his hole
opening a little further. He fucked himself, faster, harder. I greased the
gaping sphincter with spit until he was groaning with pleasure.

	My dick was oozing, a continual stream of juice seeped onto my
belly. I scooped up the slick fluid and covered my aching shaft. I fingered
Matt's hole while I jacked, sliding another two fingers - stretching him.
Until he stood up, lay his arms on my desk with his ass and legs spread. I
didn't need to be asked twice. I spit in my hand, greased up my pole and
aimed. I knew he was ready. There was one short grunt as I entered him,
then a long purr of pleasure as my rammer stretched his anal canal and I
was buried to my balls.

	We fucked, hard, soundlessly except flesh hitting flesh. We were
both lost in our own worlds. I reached around, grabbing the jock covered
flesh pole, steely, searing, pulsating. Sweat poured from both of us. We
switched positions; he lay across the desk on his back, legs wrapped around
me. I continued to pound into until I could feel the tingling start in my
balls. I slipped his balls out of the pouch, wrapped my fingers around the
heavy orbs and pulled. He responded as I expected, begging for more. I was
close and wanted us to shoot at the same time. He was nearly there.

	I mashed his nuts in my fingers, flattening them against his crotch
with the palm of my hand. His fingers played with his nips, pinching them
hard. I yanked his ball bag, hard and quick, twice. That did it. I felt his
hole contract, another tug. He hissed through his teeth when he started to
cum. His tightened sphincter gripped my cock sending me over the top. I
pumped and pumped, filling him with thick streams of cream; I felt it
dribble down my aching nuts. He was drenching the jock, his own heavy wad
seeping through the meshed fabric. I collapsed on top of him, exhausted.

	The phone ringing roused both of us. I didn't bother answering. The
room reeked of sex, sweat and sperm. I looked down at Matt, cum soaked and
stained jock strap. It started getting me horny again. It took awhile but
we started up again. I did let him fuck me, and keep the jock - just cause
I'm a nice guy.


Matt-------

	I wore the jock every day, it kept me feeling randy and ready -
half hard most of the time. After a couple of days I was beginning to feel
especially raunchy. I was watching porn on the net, jacking off with a butt
plug jammed up my hole. I wanted to get off in a different way and decided
to take a drive. Since it was a warm afternoon, I didn't bother with a
shirt, just pulled on a loose pair of shorts. I had no idea where I was
going, I just started driving around playing with my jock-encased hard
cock, clenching my ass muscles around the plug.

	I found myself heading north on the highway outside of town. There
wasn't much traffic so I pulled down the shorts, pulled out my dick and
alternately rubbed my over-heated erection and played with the butt hole. I
watched traffic but did not really pay attention until I heard the blare of
a horn and looked over at the car next to me. The rugged, unshaven man
driving the Jeep was smiling down at me, keeping an eye on the road he kept
checking out my jack-action too. Then I noticed the fat column of flesh
sticking out of his unbuttoned jeans. We drove parallel for awhile, both
steeling glances, continuing to jerk off.

	After a couple of minutes, he sped off ahead of me. I saw him get
off an exit a few miles down the road and followed him under the highway
onto a frontage road. He pulled off, parking next to an abandoned gas
station. He was walking inside as I pulled in next to his Jeep. The door
creaked as I walked into the dark, deserted building. There was little
light coming through the boarded windows.

	"Come here." I heard his voice in the gloom.

	My eyes slowly adapted and I saw him in the shadows. Standing,
jeans around ankles, his meaty cock turgid, beckoning. I stepped in front
of him, I noticed his pecs were huge and atop each beefy mound were half
inch nibs. I leaned into him and chewed a stiffened peak.

	"Fuck yeah." He roared. I attacked the other while I stroked his
steely rod, rolled the furry ball-bag in my fingers. He ground my face to
his chest, begging for more. I gnawed his sensitive nips until I felt an
endless river of oily sap leaking from his swollen knob. I dropped to flick
my tongue across the long slit, feeding on his spicy sauce. Lapping around
the spongy rim I felt his hand glide down my back, fingers playing in the
triangle of hair above my crack. His fingers played down the furry crevice
until he found the hidden treasure. He stopped slightly, tracing the
rounded plastic base of the plug.

	"Hot damn." He whispered then eased it out slowly. He plunged it
back in at the same time he rammed his sausage down my throat. I wriggled
my burning ass which he took for encouragement. He pumped in and out my
throat, fucking me with the thick stopper. I held onto his balls while I
devoured his stalk, from bulging head to thickened base.

	He pulled out the plug and thrust three fingers into my stretched
hole. "Feels like your sweet butt's hungry." In a flash he was behind me,
positioned at my gaping opening and plunged his rammer to the base, pulling
almost out again. He fucked in long, even strokes, slapping my ass checks
as he pounded. I bucked and humped my ass, meeting his every thrust. My rod
had softened at his initial assault and was now back to a blood-pounding
erection.

	He pulled out, turned me around. I was on my back, legs spread when
he shoved his fuck-rod back into my waiting hole, long steady strokes. I
didn't need to touch myself, my jock covered dick was already
over-stimulated, the scratchy material, damp with dripping scum and sweat
was caressing my sensitive flesh with each thrust. I tweaked his tits,
holding the stiff buds between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and
pulling the protruding points.

	"That's it, baby, gonna make me shoot-off." He hissed. He began to
batter my butt with short, savage jabs. "Don't stop, yeah. Not long and I'm
gonna pump you full of cum." I played with his nips, stretching,
yanking. He slapped my cheeks again and again, humping furiously. I
couldn't last; I started to lose focus as I felt the prickle in my balls.
He was nearly on top of me, hands on the floor plunging deeper into me. I
bit his left tit. He screamed and buried himself in my gut just as I
exploded. I could feel the scalding juice pound through my shaft as my
balls spasmed. "Take my load, so fucking good." His cock belched, throbbing
in my tightened canal, filling me with his heavy jizz load.

	Ten minutes later I was back on the highway. Fifteen minutes later
I was still horny, I had put the plug back in my tender ass to stop the
leaking cock-juice and the vibrations of the car were making me hot. I
coaxed my hammer up again, pulling it out the side of the jock, squeezing
the wet, bloated head. I was paying too much attention to the pleasure and
hadn't noticed the highway patrolman next to me, motioning me to follow
him, off onto a side road. I struggled to get into my shorts, finally threw
them on top of crotch.

	He stepped up to the driver's side as I rolled down the window.
"Sir, would you please step out of the car."

	I didn't move. He leaned down and looked at me, all of me, the
shorts across my lap. He opened the door and repeated. "Please step out of
the car."

	I didn't have a choice. I got out, leaving the shorts on the
seat. I stood next to the car, wearing only my running shoes and
jock-strap. Thankfully we were out of view of the passing cars.

	"Hands on the hood, sir." I turned and did as asked. I felt his
hands 'patting me down.' Like the only thing he couldn't see was my
shrinking dick which stopped deflating when I felt his palm cup the
bugle. The hands moved down the outside of my legs, then up the inside of
calves, thighs. Rough hands parted my ass-cheeks. I heard the short grunt
when he found plug, it was slowly removed. I knew it would still be coated
with nut-sauce, I felt it oozing out my stretched hole. It was shoved
roughly back up into ass.

	"Well," the officer said. "Seems to me like someone recently took a
dick up their ass and," he rubbed the jock-pouch, "smells like they blew a
load getting fucked." I didn't say anything. "You a dick-hungry pussy boy?"
I kept silent. "I don't think you'll need this." He tugged down the jock,
lifting each foot and taking it off."

	I could hear a rustle behind me, but didn't dare turn around.

	"You ever eat cop-dick?" He asked slowly. "Doesn't really matter,
there's a first time for everything. Yeah, that pretty little ass of yours
is making balls tingle, working up a juicy load. Course," he went on
smacking each cheek with an open palm, "gotta make sure you nice and tight,
seeing I'm getting sloppy seconds. Turn around, son."

	I lowered my hands, slowly turned and faced him. Any worries about
getting raped by a redneck cop were suddenly gone. He'd removed his helmet
and most of his uniform. I scanned the handsome face, short-cropped blond
fuzz; his smooth, muscular chest; chaps framed the tree trunk thighs and
calves; the heavy black boots. He was wearing the jock. The bulge was
mouth-watering; the guy was horse-hung. My cock started its slow arc upward
as walked up to me.

	"Now I wonder what kind of sex pig are you?" He mused, tracing the
now pulsing vein running up my shaft with a finger tip. "I know you're a
cum-pig and gonna enjoy sucking you're spent load out of the jock. You a
piss-pig too?" He stretched my ball bag, tight. "See, cause before I slam
my fat cop-meat up your ass I got some hard pissin' to do. Yep, need to
empty my bladder before the big baton gets hard enough to stretch your
slimy hole."

	Shit, not really my thing but I didn't have much say in the
matter. I watched a stream of yellow liquid spray onto the ground. I felt
the strong hands guide me to his crotch. I closed my eyes, fastened my
mouth on the pouch and felt the hot, steaming flow fill my throat, drip
down, drenching my chest. My hand on my dick felt the splashing stream. I
gagged, trying not to swallow the acrid broth. The cascading river
eventually slowed to a trickle and chewed on the protruding bulbous
knot. It blossomed, the entire pouch was suddenly straining.

	He hauled it out and I tasted his flesh. It wasn't entirely hard
and it must have been nine inches. I couldn't get my fingers around the
broad base.

	"Yeah, I knew you're a natural cocksucker. Getting nice and hard
thinking about long-dicking your tight little ass-pussy."

	I swallowed again and again taking him inch by inch down my throat.

	"You got a hot mouth, c'mon, want to feel those lips chewing all
the way to the bottom. Open that fucking throat wide. Gotta get my pole
nice and slick before you sit down for a ride. Play with those nuts, feel
that hot ball-juice I'm gonna pump up your ass." He pulled out of my mouth,
just to the tip. "Suck my big mushroom, boy, taste that hot cock-snot." He
milked his shaft, the sweet-salty flavor coated my mouth. "Maybe after
you're done riding my fuck-stick I'll shoot another load of cop-scum down
your throat!"

	The guy was making me harder and hornier than I'd been in a long
time. I was worried his monster meat was gonna hurt but I knew I'd enjoy
every second. I was abruptly yanked up, pushed back against the car,
spread-eagle. He slapped my cheeks again and again and again.

	"Need to make sure your ass is tight enough to milk my fat bone."
He tugged out the plug and tossed through the open car door. Two long,
thick fingers replaced it. "Still got plenty of spunk up there, makes it
nice and slick." He fucked me, adding a third finger. He leaned close to my
ear, whispering. "Bet you'd like to feel my lips down there, tongue snaking
up your little asshole, probing, sucking out all the spent man-cum. Look at
your dick leak, man your getting primed and ready for some hard action."

	"Fuck me, please." I begged, the first words I'd spoken to him. I
nearly shot-off when the fingers were removed and replaced by a tongue. His
incessant raunchy diatribe finally got to me. "Oh yeah, eat my hole. Need
to feel your fat, hairy horsecock stretch me wide-open." His tongue work
was making me incredibly hot. "Fuck me til I cum?" I pleaded.

	That was enough for him. The head of his monster nudged my opening,
my ass lips parted and swallowed the thick-rimmed mushroom. He gripped my
hips, letting me adjust to his size. Slowly, with a prolonged "Ahhhhh" he
pulled me back while pushing forward, his immense shaft filled me until I
felt his sweat-drenched skin against mine.

	He was surprisingly gentle, allowing me time to relax before
starting to pull back out slowly. He stopped when he nearly pulled out, my
sphincter constricted around the fleshy-rimmed head; he sank back down to
the base.

	"Ready for a ride?" He asked with a slap to my ass. He started to
fuck; hard, long, fast. The only sounds were his balls flapping between my
spread legs and my steely erection slapping into my belly with each savage
thrust. He pounded my ass brutally and I loved every aching lunge. He
eventually slowed to a rhythmic long-dicking, my ass-canal feeling suddenly
emptied as he'd pull almost out. Then all the way back in and a series of
short, ferocious jabs where his distended dick-head teased my prostate
unmercifully.

	He eventually pulled all the way out, moved me over to the hood of
the car, I sat on the edge with my legs wrapped around his waist. "Yeah,
your sweet little ass is just made to fuck." He told me as he slid back
in. "The way you milk my big, butt-fucking hard-on. Your hungry hole's
making me feel real good, gonna shoot my load soon. You want my spunk,
don't you?"

	"Flood me with your hot custard." I bounced up down the fat
shaft. "Fuck me harder, make me cum with you. Drain your balls in my ass."
I was crazy with lust.

	"You'll get a heavy load, I'll shoot you full of honey, but won't
empty my nuts. Your hungry mouth felt too good. After I give your guts a
scalding scum bath, I'm gonna get horny again real soon and I'm gonna want
to feel your cock-hungry lips stretch around my big poker. Sucking on me
like you're a vacuum cleaner til I give your throat a hot jizz shower."

	He was pounding in and out, nearing the end.

	"C'mon, punk, ride my cock, getting real close. Want you to shoot
with me, make your ass nice and tight, milking my hard meat while I pump
you full of cop-juice. Jerk that big dick, shoot me a big, hot load."

	I lost it, listening to him talk and the oversized organ stretching
my hole. I jacked like crazy; my cock belched everywhere as I started to
cum like a teenager. The first wet geyser went over my shoulder, the second
landed on my cheek. My balls prickled as a third jet splattered his chest
setting him off. He growled as my ass clamped the turgid shaft and he
pumped his load into me, saturating my insides with his hot lava until he
pulled out, blowing the last of his wad while he pistol-whipped my balls.

	We just looked at each other for a few minutes, waiting to catch
our breath. He leaned up to me, flicked his tongue along my cheek to scoop
the dripping cum. He held out his tongue to me, I licked it, tasting my
cooling custard. His lips lightly brushed mine while I stroked his sticky
shaft. The softened meat began to inflate, growing firmer in my hand.

	"See," he said to me with smile. "Now you can show me what a hot
cock-sucker you are. I'm ready for a long, hot blow-job." I'd slipped down
and coaxed the few last pearls of juice from his slit when the voice came
over his radio. "Fuck and god-damn." He was in his clothes in a flash and
back on the road, siren blaring.

	I didn't even think about it until I was halfway home, he took the
jockstrap.