Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 12:35:01 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cadet Takes a Ride, pt. 3

Cadet Takes a Ride, pt.3 (mm, oral, anal, cops)
Bill Drake
(billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The following story contains graphic
description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further.


This story continues with the same characters as "Cop Cadet," a
previous story of mine. For other of my stories check out the Authors
section of Nifty or see my page at Yahoo Groups:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/. If you've liked this one, feel
free to drop me a line to tell me what you think.

The acts depicted are not
safe sex, but this is fiction. In real life, wear a rubber when you fuck and
keep yourself healthy and clean.


Cadet Takes a Ride
**********

3

The sight when Lieutenant greeted me at his door almost made me faint with
horniness. The guy's tall, at least 6'4", every fucking inch of it is hard
cop muscle. A good solid, 50" chest with guns the size of giant cantaloupes
faced me as the door swung open. My superior officer wore only a pair of
loose gym shorts, so the bare flesh of his torso rippled in the smouldering
light of dusk.  In the half-light, I took a minute to admire the square,
handsome face, rugged features and a full head of salt-and-pepper hair that
was cropped in a marine buzzcut. For a man of 45, Lieutenant was one stud
of a man. And those shorts did nothing to hide his half-hard stallion dick.
Yeah, even half-hard, that schlong would make most of the guys on the force
jealous. Me, hell, I was too busy being horny to be jealous.

"Cadet!" he said as he stared at me, ogling my jock body with a drunken
smile. I could smell the alcohol from three feet away, enveloping both our
horny bods, along with shared heat of testosterone-pumped man-lust. My
dick, to tell the truth, hadn't gone down since Bates had fucked me back at
Precinct HQ, but now my balls were definitely on the rise again, tightening
up against the stalk of my hard jock dick. Which I knew Johnson could see
poking out in my sweat pants.

"I've gone ahead and started the party without you. Wife doesn't like me to
drink too much, but fuck she's away now, isn't she? Go on in, the games on
TV, I'll get you a beer...Unless you want to share the Jack bottle with
me."

On the coffee table, I saw a half-empty fifth of Jack Daniels. No chaser in
sight. No wonder Lieutenant was so sauced. "Nah, maybe later," I
said. "Right now I'm thirsty for a beer. Make it a couple - long day."

Lieutenant smirked at me. "You're my kinda man, cadet. My kinda man.  " His
voice trailed off as he walked into the kitchen.

By the time he'd brought my beers, I was started to get engrossed in the
game. If there was anything I liked as much as sex it was baseball. The
local team was ahead by one, but in the fourth everyone was playing
horribly. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

That is, until Lieutenant's massive arm circled my shoulder. He'd clearly
showered at some point that evening, because his scent was fresh and
masculine. I wonder if the fucker knew how much he turned me on just by the
feel of his arm pit hairs bristling against my neck and his sinewed forearm
against my shoulder. I looked down and saw that Johnson's meaty thighs were
spread slightly, his left leg pressed tight against mine. Those legs were
massive tree-trunks of male power, tan from the time spent outdoors and
covered in dark brown hair. Instinctively, I put my hand on his thigh
muscle which twitched and flexed under my grip.


"Ummmh.." he muttered in my ear. "Your hand feels good, boy. Your boss has
had a long week." I explored the rough muscle with my hand, feeling the
warmth and tautness of this cop's quads.

"A little higher up boy" he whispered deeply. His shorts were already
tenting with a giant erection. I'd seen that scepter countless times but
each time it turned me on. It was too big to stand straight up in the
confines of his shorts, so it rested hard and angry on his hip, throbbing
and growing as eased my hand up the inside of his thigh.

"Ooooh," he hissed as I pushed on under the leg of the shorts and wrapped
my fingers around his scrotum. "Yeah, you got my balls now.  Fuckers are
all filled up. Juicing it up for you, cadet. It's all going up your tight
hole tonight. " Lieutenant was looking at me with pure lust just then. And
god was the sight amazing, this fucker, his naked torso rising and falling
with each deep breath, just emanated pure masculine hunger. Roughly he
gripped my wrist and hanked my hand up til it rested on his hard cock.


That cock twitched under my touch.  "Like that, boy?" he barked. "Is that
why you came over you cadet fuck? For my big cop dick?" I squeezed the
steel-hard shaft though the flimsy material of the shorts, feeling it
buckle and pulse in my hand.

"Yes, sir" I replied, my voice getting stuck in my throat.

"Yeah, stud, you like em big. I can tell." I continued my manual
exploration of his monster tool. To call it big was an understatement. The
fucker was a good eleven inches long and seven or eight inches in
circumference. And it was getting too hard to stay trapped in those shorts.
I gently lifted the elastic band and the shaft popped free, bouncing up
onto those hard abs. I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around it and
stroking.

"Umm, bud, that feels nice, real nice, but I know your hot cocksucking
mouth would feel better. ... Ooh, yeah, that's it, jock boy, getting on
your knees... right between my legs, don't even fucking have to tell
ya...Wrap those lips around it. Shit I can feel your tongue on my pissslit
boy. Digging in for all that dick dew. Fucking incredible...Allright, now
open up and hold still, boy." His hand yanked my ball cap off and grabbed
my hair in his fist. "Daddy's gonna do the work tonight." Roughly, that
hand pushed my head forward. I was powerless and immobile as that monster
prick guided its way in, like a ship mast parting water, and lodged itself
deep into my throat.

Half of that dick was stuffed into my gullet. My throat was dry and
constricted around the fat, hard member, trying to moisten the passage by
salivating and milking that cop dick for lubricant. I could actually feel
beads of dicksnot dripping from the tip of Lieutenant's cock and trickle to
the back of my throat.

"Man, cadet, gotta have this throat. Been waiting all afternoon for you to
come over. Just thinking of a hot jock fuck's been getting me hard."
Again, he pulled me off his prick and shoved me back on it. More went in
this time. "That's it, fella, I got five more inches ready for you." Again
he slammed my face, my mouth, my open gullet hard onto his stiff, horny
meat. Normally this treatment would make me gag, but the Lieutenant had a
way of turning me on. He was one big fuck god, his muscles bulging and
chest heaving as he used his full strength to use my face as his own
personal fuck tunnel. My senses were in overload as he used me. His hard,
hairy stomach was inches away from my face, and my hands were perched on
each of his powerful legs, feeling the steely hardness of his quad muscle
and the soft down of his dark fur. The pure aroma of a married man in rut
filled my nostrils and enraged me to open up for more cockmeat, as if to
prove to the man that I was a stud worthy of the challenge. And of course
there was that dick itself, a large club of hard, finely sculpted cop
perfection that tasted of salt and heat and testosterone and filled my
mouth completely.

And more thrusted in, roughly, spasmodically. Lieutenant was having his way
with me and judging from how bone-hard that cock was, he was gonna get off
big time.

And I was gonna help him. Roughly, I gripped his meaty legs with my hands
and used my hold as leverage to push myself even further down that master
cock. I was only an inch or two from his crotch now; the pubes tickled my
nose.

"Oooh, fuck, yeah. Getting worked up too, are ya, boy? Suck that dick down
boy. You're eating it all, guy."

The mansized balls nestled against my chin now. As well as I could with my
mouth stuffed full of lieutenant cock, I stuck my tongue out and lapped at
the hairs and sweat coating the sperm-filled nutsac. It was like I wanted
to ingest every bit of manly essence into me. My whole body tingled with
sexual pleasure and shivered in horny energy. I knew I was a cocksucking
cadet - hell, between my patrol buddy, my captain and my lieutenant, I had
at least a dozen reminders a day - but somehow this was hotter than all the
facefucks I'd gotten since joining the force. My own dick was hard and
leaking in my sweats, but I didn't even bother touching it, I was getting
off too much on servicing Johnson's fat rod.

I needed air by now though, so I backed off that prick - slowly, so I
wouldn't rip my tonsils out in the process.  Gradually, that huge shaft
dragged its way out of my gullet, slick with mucus and spit and the copious
amounts of cop dick dew spurting sporadically from my boss's meat. When
that massive dong cleared the gates of my throat, it was a relief and
excitedly I started deep breathing through my nose. I looked down and was
turned on immensely by the sight I saw: six inches of pure, hard cop cock,
a good half-foot of male power reminding me that I still had several turgid
inches stuffed in my oral cavity, gently massaging the roof of my mouth
while I caught my breath and my man waited patiently.


Then I looked up. The man's meaty torso was coated in a sheen of light
sweat that only made the bulges of his burly cop brawn stand out in relief
even more. Those massive arms twitched involuntarily as he used his full
power to hold my head perfectly still on his cockmeat, unable to back off
or pull forward. He wanted me right there, his flared dickhead nudging my
uvula, but not blocking the airway. Yet. That rugged, yet classically
handsome face looked down on me in a silent, commanding gaze. Deep into my
soul, it asserted its ownership over me.

"Breathe deep, boy," was all he said. All he had to say. My nostrils flared
as I sucked in as much air as I could. Then his bicep curled into a giant
ball of sinewy musclemass and my face went pounding into the thicket of
dark hair radiating out from his hard scepter. Which lodged deep and hard
into my throat. And deeper into my esophagus. I was being stretched like
never before, and loving it.

The man's rough paw gripped at my head, bunching my hair in his fist, and
pulled back, bringing me and my hungry mouth with it. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
he gruffly whispered in rhythm to his fuck thrusts. The man was wild, like
an animal, now. Like he'd not shot his load in three weeks. Like he was
answering to an inner need to conquer his mate and plant his seed. Which I
guess he was.

The room filled with the glorious sound of his cock slathering through my
wet, throat, the loud smack of my face into his hard muscle, the deep
huffing as Johnson used his strength to jack himself off with my mouth.

"Cop's ready to pump his big boy balls right into you, kid.  Splooge your
tight wet mouth. Here it comes, fucker!" A deep growl rumbled from the
lower depths of his lungs. I felt it vibrating through his hard abs before
I heard it in fact. Lieutenant's hands were locked over my ears, steadying
me on his erupting cock.

And that cock sure erupted. The shaft swelled and discharged and swelled
and discharged again, in a regular, primordial rhythm of male release. "All
for you, cadet," the brawny towering hunk of a man muttered as his dick
spasmed deep in me. "Pure, fucking officer sperm, that's what you wanted,
huh? Why you joined the force?"

I could feel the seed injecting straight into my guts, filling me up with
its warmth and potency. I can feel Lieutenant pull me back so that the
spurting cock is shooting into the back of my throat, tickling my tonsils
with its spray, then discharging onto my tongue. I could taste the jizz
now, briny and alkaline, a fucking turn-on.

I was barely able to savor the manjuice when that beautiful cock plopped
free of my mouth. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue out to lick at the shiny round
knob and the dickslit that dilated with each sperm spasm. I wanted to wrap
my lips around that powerful gun and take each wonderful cum-bullet. Only
Johnson held me firm while his staff discharged all over my face. I swear I
could see his golf-ball-sized nuts contract as my face got painted.

The jets eventually turned into spurts and then into a dribble, and my
hunky officer relaxed his grip enough to let me feast again on his tool.

After a minute or so, I decided I'd sucked as much milk as I could out of
the bone. A contented, sweaty Johnson looked at me in appreciation as I
disengaged his manhood. "Come up here, cadet," he said, pulling my
upperbody up til it was level with his. Cocking his head, he leaned forward
and our lips met in a deep, wet kiss. Passionately, he probed my mouth with
his forceful tongue, then opened his jaw to let me into his. Holding my
head, he would withdraw enough to lick up the sperm clinging to my nose and
chin. The wet roughness of his tongue bristled against my skin. He grunted
and groaned while he cleaned his muck off of me. I didn't have to look to
know that his massive organ was still hard as hell.

And mine throbbed too. After all, I hadn't even gotten off during Bates'
lockerroom fuck. My balls ached with pent-up sperm, and the incredible feel
of Lieutenant's unshaven skin rubbing next to mine wasn't helping the
situation. Johnson must have known what I was feeling cause he stopped his
lapping and looked me right in the eye.

"You're really hard now, aren't ya, cadet?"

"Yes sir," I replied. My cock was making a large circle of wetness radiate
from the swollen tip tenting my sweatpants.

"All that cocksucking got you pretty worked up, huh?" His large hand
grabbed my aching cock, squeezing it through the material.

"Oh, God," I moaned, "that's it Johnson, sir. Fucking milk my dick. I'm so
ready to blow."

"At ease, cadet," he purred, letting go of my dick. I spurted another jet
of goo in desperation.  "See if you can hold off a bit longer, son. Take a
break. I need to rest before taking that ass that way it should be
taken. Your man's balls need to recharge."

"Yessir," I said, disappointment and horniness evident in my voice.

The Lieutenant laughed and ruffled my hair with his hand. "You're a good
sport, kid. Don't worry, when I fuck you in a minute, you'll be glad you
waited." With that, the man stood up, shucking his shorts and kicking them
off. My hardon ached even more as I watched that fine round muscleass make
its way to the kitchen.

"Here, boy," he said as he returned with two frosty cans of beer, handing
me one of them. "You more than earned it," he laughed. He took a deep swig
of his whiskey then chased it with a long gulp of beer. I about nutted
then, just watching the man's head held back, his adam's apple bobbing up
and down as he swallowed.

We managed to watch the rest of the ballgame. Amazingly, the local team was
winning, and even I temporarily forgot my horniness as we yelled at the
players from the comfort of Johnson's living room.

A couple of beers later, I had to piss really bad, and when I returned to
the living room, I saw the hunky form of Lieutenant Rick Johnson splayed
out on the couch, his head tilted back, his hips thrust forward, legs
spread, with his massive dong lying dormant but full to the right. He
wasn't asleep, but he was clearly out of it, in a alcoholic, post-sex daze.

I knew I shouldn't take advantage of a man when he's down, especially one
well my superior on the force. But he'd invited me over for a weekend of
hot sex, and well, this stud was still horny. I was getting a major case of
the blue balls by now and knew it would be unbearable to wait til morning.

So with great stealth I knelt again between the massive thighs and with a
gentle grip, parted the powerful trunks of muscle. Before me lay his
low-hangers- large orbs, powerful, dusted with dark hair. I lapped at the
nutsac, bathing his gonads til they were dripping wet. "Mmmh, that's it..."
Lieutenant muttered, his head still tossed back against the couch cushion.

With my right hand, I hefted those bull nuts and lifted them up, getting
them out of the way, exposing the trail of thick pubic hair that led down
to his nether regions. The heat hit me and the aroma too. The man was
clean, but no matter how freshly washed a man's ass is, his musk lingers,
letting you know you have a full-blooded male on your hands.

I didn't need to be reminded. This hunk of a man was in a near slumber, but
his legs parted obscenely in response to my breath on his hole. I watched
in amazement as the cheeks parted enough and his hips swiveled up to reveal
the most perfect ass pucker this young police cadet had ever feast his
horny eyes on. Perfectly round, pink and surrounded by a moat of dark,
tangled hairs.

I leaned forward and blew on the man's anus.  A shiver and another spread
of his legs told me that even semi-conscious this stud wanted what was
coming to him. A lot.

In I dove, crashing my mouth against his sphincter. I kissed the hot,
throbbing asshole and I swore it kissed me back. Every pucker of my lips,
every stroke of my tongue, every nibble was matched with a spasm and
contraction as that hole dilated for me, letting me in to explore.

I took my time though, getting to know my Lieutenant like only few men
could. Every touch of tongue to ass was an electrical connection, a direct
conduit between our souls. And a jolt to my cock. For the next twenty
minutes, I made love to my boss, teasing his rim, then pushing forward for
a deep tongue-fuck, then back out again to lick and slurp at his anal
ring. The stud's words were incoherent by now, not even English, but a
succession of mutters and groans. I knew he was into this - that ass never
once stopped bucking and writhing against my face. Those power thighs
gripped my head like a nutcracker, making sure I wasn't going away. He
didn't need to worry. There was only one thing that would get my mouth to
leave this most intimate place.

My dick. It was already 11 pm, and I had to nut, bad. If I had been using
better judgment I wouldn't have given a second thought when I saw the
condoms and lube on the end table. I wouldn't have done that quick
calculation to realize I needed a rubber if I didn't want to blow my seed
the minute I touched the inside of Johnson's ass. I wouldn't have sheathed
and lubed my cock while my boss was muttering nonsense and bucking his
hips.

But what do you expect from a dumb, horny 19-year-old jock cadet? My man
was handing me his ass on a silver platter, and I sure as fuck was gonna
take it.

I knelt back up and placed the knob of my dick snugly in Lieutenant's anal
ring. The man must have thought it was still my tongue teasing him and
pressing against his sphincter, cause the tight muscle opened around my
missile head and allowed me to nudge myself inside the steaming interior of
his rectum. It felt wonderful - the heat, the tightness, the knowledge that
I was dicking my boss.

Once I got in, I couldn't stop. Slowly but mercilessly, I drove my hips
forward, sinking inches of cadet cockmeat into the Lieutenant's
backside. Grabbing his legs, I lifted up and pulled them apart, letting the
muscled calves wrap around my waist. Greedily, I fucked more dick into my
stud.

That woke him out of his drunken state. "Fuck! What the... Cadet, what the
fuck is going on?" he blurted out, still unable to form the words
coherently. I could see his eyes try to focus on me. Thank god his ass
still was relaxed, I don't think the poor man would have been able to take
the roughness of my fuck otherwise.

"I'm dicking you, Lieutenant. Gonna fuck you long and deep. Take that
hole."

"Shit, cadet!" He yelled as I pummeled his ass.

"Suck it up, Lieutenant. If I can take that big fat cuntsplitter of yours,
you can be man enough for this." I ground my dick deeper as if to emphasize
my point.

He stopped his whimpering right then and there, though sweat continued to
bead on his forehead and tears welled up in his eyes. He gritted his teeth
and took it while I thrusted in to him over and over. Finally as if an
afterthought, he muttered, "Damn, that is one piece of cock ya got there
cadet. Why the fuck didn't I notice before?"

"Too busy being the boss, I suppose." I fucked in harder. "Plenty of
chances to make up for lost time, though," I grunted in between
fuckthrusts. I looked down at this masculine hunks, legs wide apart, ass
constricting on my pistoning dick. My dick spurted some more lube into the
rubber. If this wasn't love I was feeling, it was something a helluva lot
better.

"Fuck, Lieutenant, tight ass ya got."

"Pound it, cadet, it's yours."

"Yeah, it's mine. Just fucking took it, didn't I?"

"Yes, man...Fuck! Fuck!" His dick started to spew, but Lieutenant took his
hand off in time.

"Don't even know my name do you, Lieutenant?"

"Huh?" I think he heard but couldn't concentrate for the feelings circling
out from his ass and his dick.

"What's my name, Johnson?" I commanded.

"Fuck, I don't know. Just fuck me, kid."

"What a fuck up you are Johnson, throwing up your legs and getting fucked
by some guy whose name you don't even know."

"Shit, don't care, buddy, just ride my ass."

"I am sir, I am." I answer back as I really lay it to him. I don't know how
much cock has been up this tight hole, but I don't suspect much.  Still,
Lieutenant bucked and brayed like the best of them, taking my shafting like
the stud he was.

I was ready to get off by now. I held his legs steady and backed out til my
cock popped free.

"Shit, guy, what the hell?" he mutttered, "Put that cock the fuck back in."

"Anything you say, Lieutenant" I replied, ripping off the condom and
shoving my meat back home.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" I don't know which of us said that. I think we
both did. I know I was feeling incredible, sensing the moist, warm rectal
walls clinging tight to my shaft, the amazing heat radiating from the
center of Johnson's muscled body. Lieutenant meanwhile was muttering about
how he could feel every ridge and vein in my distended cock, how he loved
being ridden bare by his lowly cadet trainee.

"Yeah, man," I huffed, "you're taking my seed. Fucking planting it all the
way in!"

Christ, I was shooting. Shooting into the finest, most perfect ass I'd ever
seen much less fucked. My cock flared and twitched as I unloaded deep into
my man's guts. I felt like my body was being turned inside out with each
jet, and I fucking loved it. This cadet bottom boy was a new convert to the
utter joys of topping.

The next few minutes were lost in the unconsciousness of sexual
ecstasy. Hell, the next thing I remember, my ass was sitting on the living
room floor and the Lieutenant was flexing his giant muscles as he jerked on
his cock. I could see the river of sperm and lube and ass juices flowing
from his now open cunthole. Instinctively, my finger honed in on the target
and entered the wet confines of his rectum, massaging and exploring where
my cock just was. In and out, side to side, I frigged that fucker's cunt
without mercy. He was yelling at the top of his lungs now, telling me how
he wanted to shoot real bad now. Guiding my finger to his butt-nut I poked
and prodded and instantly, a high arc of the cop's seed shot up over his
torso, over his head and splattered all over the wall behind the couch. I
repeated the process a good ten times and so did his cock.

As we both came down, I still massaged his insides while he rolled his head
and cooed in fucked-out bliss.

"Man, Lieutenant," I croaked through the dryness of my throat, "I want a
lot more of this ass."

"Would love to give it to you, cadet," he said. "But I'm a married man."
The smirk he gave me told me we had one hell of a weekend left in store.