Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2003 18:47:01 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Cub Boy Training - Part 5

I'm not hearing from my readers. I guess it is time I put an end to this
fantasy and consider another avocation. Anyone out there still reading
Cub Boy Training? What say guys? email: bertcarley@goldrush.com


Cub Boy Training - Part 5: Setting up Trouper Gallagher's computer


Here I was standing nude before Officer Jerry Gallagher in his apartment,
having just spilled my guts to him about what I learned to do and what I
liked to do with men so far. He continued to rub and fondle me wearing just
his uniform pants, his dick and balls hanging over the fly, his dick in my
hand as I stroked him gently.

"Well! Is this my lucky day finding you at 5am in the morning walking the
streets of San Francisco in the early morning fog, living right across the
street just minutes away! Today I will show you what I like Joey and you
can decide for yourself if you like what I do." When I saw him first this
morning, he was in his uniform, but sitting in his car. I wanted to see him
standing in full uniform, packing his nightstick, pistol and handcuffs,
hands on his hips, legs spread wide, chest out, sporting his nice basket in
his tight pants.

I asked, "Sir, would you dress up in your uniform again and let me see you,
let me undress you before you show me what you like to do?" He smiled,
looked down at me and said, "Well, I'll be damned! Sure Joey, play on the
computer and I can do that for you. It will take a few minutes for me to
get all dressed." He headed for his bedroom.

I sat at the computer and played, opening up the digital camera software,
fiddled with his expensive new camera again, totally engrossed in all the
bells and whistles it provided with its' software. I heard him clear his
throat to get my attention. When I spun around in his swivel chair, he was
standing there in full uniform, right down to helmet, leather belt and
strapping, palm gloves, boots and the big sunglasses with the silver
lenses. He had his hands on his hips and his feet spread wide. He pulled
the long black nightstick from his belt and tapped it in his hand. I
grabbed the camera and took shot after shot of him posing in different
positions, then returned to the computer and sat down to preview my
masterpieces. That is not what he had in mind to do next.

"On your feet, over here on your knees Joey boy," pointing down in front of
him with his nightstick. I almost ran to him, dropped to my knees and
looked up at him in total awe. I just lurched for his leg and attached
myself to him holding his crotch against my face. He pushed me away
instantly with his right knee, rolled me over on my back, his leather boot
in my crotch applying considerable pressure. The working end of his
nightstick went to my forehead, holding my head to the floor. "Did I tell
you that you could do that Joey Boy! Roll over on your hands and knees,
head to the side, flat against the floor, ass in the air. Stay in that
position and put your hands behind you." He had cuffs on me in
seconds. "Now don't you move boy!" He took his night bandit and worked it
between my moons until it made contact with the butt plug and started to
poke, forcing my butt plug to work against my prostrate. I moaned, "Mmmm,
yes Sir, Oh yes Sir!" My cock oozed pre-cum. He commanded, "Don't you skeet
boy! You have one hot bottom on you!"

He grabbed my ponytail, guided me around and pushed my face to his
boot. "Spit shine my boots with your tongue boy. Don't be whimpering either
or I'll put the belt to you!" The look and leather smell of his boots was
like an aphrodisiac as I worked my tongue all over both, top to bottom. All
the time I was doing his boots he was rubbing his night bandit over parts
of my body massaging and probing. It felt wonderful!  When he decided that
his boots were clean, he said, "Good job boy!" Now you can sniff and
worship my dick!" By the hair, he lifted me upright on my knees, put my
face against his groin and worked my face back and forth, over his bulging
basket. The coarse material against my smooth face reminded me of how my
dad use to give me a whisker burn when he kissed me, years earlier when I
was a child. "Don't slobber on my uniform boy!" He pulled my head back off
his groin, unbuckled his belt and opened his britches, his boxers and
lifted cock and balls out. My face was close enough that the aroma entered
my nostrils sending his masculine scent right to my brain pleasure zone. He
grabbed the back of my head with both hands, fed his meat into my
mouth. Within a minute I felt and tasted his warm urine filling my
mouth. "Close your lips around it boy, don't you be spilling a drop. Drink!
Swallow! Enjoy! You said you did this before, so do it right or you will be
sucking it up out of the carpet." When he was finished relieving himself he
said, "Suck on the foreskin, milk it so we don't have the dribbles. Good
boy Joey!" He ushered me off to the bedroom by the nap of my neck rubbing
his nightstick over my stomach as we walked.

"Well boy, you wanted to undress me. Today you will learn to do it
properly, putting everything away in its' proper place." He took the cuffs
off me and attached them in their proper place on his leather belt. "You
can start with the helmet and sunglasses. The sunglasses go in that case on
the dresser, the helmet on that stand." He sat on the edge of his bed,
lifted one foot to me and rubbed his boot up over one calf, up the thigh,
worked the toe up against me balls then down the other thigh and held it
there. "The boots and socks are next. They go toes out on that space on the
rack in the bottom of the closet, the socks put here on the bed." After his
boots placed properly in the closed, he got to his feet again.

"Loosen the clips on the pistol harness Joey." The pistol and pistol
harness he removed himself once I had it loose. He wrapped the leather
straps around the case and removed the pistol. He held the pistol in his
right hand, the case and straps in his left, smiled and said. "This is a 38
Special, six inch barrel Joey, just about your size when you are excited."
He lowered it and rubbed the cold steel of the barrel against my left
nipple until it was hard, then my other nipple. He rubbed it down the
center of my chest, over my abs, stomach and rubbed it against my
boyhood. That cold steel had me up and excited by the time he had rubbed it
over both my balls a couple of times. "You like that too I see!" He placed
it back in the case and sat it on his dresser out of the way from prying
hands. He turned back to me again and said, "Loosen the equipment belt and
hang it from the buckle on that peg on the inside of the closet door." It
weighed quite a bit with the nightstick, cuffs, masse container, and other
stuff attached. "Loosen my belt and pull my shirt out, unbutton it and
remove it." As I slipped it off his shoulders, and held it in my hand, his
male pheromones did a trick on my libido. Unconsciously my nose went right
to his chest and I inhaled deeply.  He chuckled! "That is nice Joey, but
you haven't finished what you were doing yet! Earth to Joey! Earth to
Joey!" When I came back to my senses he continued. "Now hang the shirt on a
hanger in the closet. Be sure to put it on the hanger so it lines up with
the left sleeve dressed as all the others." He grabbed me, pulled me to him
and gave me a big bear hug. "Well Joey, now the pants and my boxers and we
can get down to some serious business." I worked both down over his hips
and they dropped to his ankles. That scent again enveloped me. It made my
head spin. He stepped out of the garments. "Drape the trousers over that
trouser rack and make sure the seams are all lined up properly. Put the
boxers with the sox here on the bed."

"Let us see Joey, just how much you have learned to like boy." He picked up
his boxers and put them to my nose. I just buried my nose in their scent
and he could tell I liked that aroma. He sat them back on the bed, grabbed
his socks and started to put them to my nose. I put up my hands, but he put
them to my nose anyway and held them until I had to breathe. They smelled
of his leather boots more than what I would have expected, knowing how most
socks smell after they had been on feet all day. My reaction to sniff and
inhale surprised him. He asked, "You like that too Joey?" I even surprised
myself when I answered, "Yes Sir, smells mostly like your leather boots,
just a hint of foot smell, very nice Sir, not like my dirty socks.  Mine
smell horrible, like dirty rubber canvas tennis shoes and nasty toe jam"

He sat back on the bed. "Drop on your knees here," pointing to his feet. He
lifted one foot up to me and rubbed it over my crotch playing with my hard
cock and balls; then to my lips and rubbed his big toe over my lips. "Suck
my toes Joey, each one individually," This was something new. I sniffed
first. It smelled too of leather and the musty smell of a foot. I decided
it was not bad and stared with his big toe. I sucked it into my mouth and
realized it tasted better than the smell. I could tell he liked this too as
his 8incher started to thicken and lift from his crotch. By the time I had
sucked all ten toes, his dick was oozing pre-cum. "That is real nice
Joey. Come up here and make love to my balls like that now." He spread his
legs wide and put his knees over my shoulders giving me free access to his
family jewels. The minute my lips and tongue touched his ball sack, he let
out a deep-throated moan.

"Oh Joey, suck on em boy!" I alternated, not able to fit them both in my
mouth at the same time they were so huge. The thick coarse hair tickled my
nose, but his balls tasted and smelled so good, I could stand the
tickle. My spirits were up, as was my dick as I gorged myself with their
moisture and delicious aroma. I was having a little Police Ball of my
own. My mind screamed lustfully - "this is what I love about men!"

He let his legs slide down off my shoulders and turned me around seated on
the floor with my back and head resting against the edge of the bed. He
turned around, leaned forward slightly, and backed over my face spreading
his ass cheeks with his two big hairy hands. "You know what to do Joey!
Show me your stuff boy!" It was dark, hairy, and lucky for me, relatively
clean. Notice, I said relatively clean! I did not have much choice in the
matter as his ass cheeks spread wide already pressed against my face. I
definitely repulsed, until I took my first small taste. Wow! Tasted as a
very nutty chocolate chip cookie when completely chewed and the combined
flavor captures taste buds. Again! This was a tasty delight and my tongue
circled his rosebud, then poked and reamed. Officer Gallagher was moaning
his pleasure and bouncing his ass over my tongue and against my tongue and
lips. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away.  "Damn Joey, that felt good!
Much more of that action and you would have me shooting my wad."

He turned, helped me up sitting on the edge of the bed. "How about you
taste a Cop now Joey Boy; see if you can get your mouth around this fatty
when it is fully engorged!" He stroked it a couple of times, waved it to
me, then stepped right up and rubbed the pre-cum back and forth across my
lips until I opened up and sucked him in. It was truly a fatty. My fingers
could not meet my thumb as I grabbed it at the base. I was able to get it
in my mouth, but when it hit the back of my throat, I realized there was no
way it would fit down my throat. I backed off and worked the head with my
lips and tongue and it seemed to please him.  His constant moaning was a
good indicator of that fact. "Oh Joey, where you learn to use your tongue
like that; it is awesome boy. Slow it down or your going to get my big load
any second. Oh! Oh! Too late Joey!  Here he blows!" I felt him spasm six
times, dumping his skeet into my mouth. This was my first taste of him and
it was glorious, tasted as good as he smelled. I could barely swallow fast
enough to keep up with the volume. After he came back down to earth, he
moaned. "Great blow job Joey!" He pulled from my mouth, jumped up on the
bed and rolled over on his back.

"Joey, go in the bathroom, take out that butt plug, put it in the sink,
come back here and we will see if you can get this into to you." He waved
his chubby at me! He was still at full mast! "There is lube in the medicine
cabinet, bring it back with you Joey; you're going to be needing it, lots
of it." I greased up good in the bathroom, returned and crawled up next to
him and lubed Chubby up good, stroking him gently. He closed his eyes and
let out a low moan. "Up you go now Joey! Sit on it very slow boy. I don't
want to tear you!" I eased down and had to put all my weight down to just
get the head started. Tears formed in my eyes, but I was not about to let a
little pain stop me from successfully getting this trouper to open me up.
Slowly I pushed, spreading further open than I have ever been
before. Finally, the head went plop, that familiar sound and I knew the
head was in. I hung there for awhile until the pain subsided a bit. I put
more weight down and it began to slide further inside. When the head
reached my jolly bean, it must have had difficulty passing over that
spot. The feeling that rushed through my entire body was sensational, half
pain, the other half, sheer pleasure beyond imagination. A big glob of cum
oozed from my pee slit and formed a stringer connecting my dick to the
trooper. He smiled up at me, rubbed his hands up and down over my sides and
pinched my nipples. I settled in further. I rotated his mushroom around
over my little walnut, letting it slowly move and circle that one spot. I
was spewing long stringers every time his Chubby poked and massaged.

"Oh Sir! You are so big around it hurts yet, but it feels so good too. I'll
get use to it all in me soon Sir, just be patient with me please!" I
lowered myself further; feeling him spread me to the maximum until I felt
his pubes against my ass and inner thighs. I lifted up slowly and when it
squeezed past my hard little walnut, my poker oozed another big stringer
that floated down to his navel. I moaned, "Oh Sir, I never been this full
before! I lifted until just the head was inside, then dropped down to his
pubes in one swift move. More jizz shot from my gun. Two more trips over my
jolly bean and I was so turned on I just buried myself in his pubes and lay
over on my side, pulling my trooper with me. I worked my legs out, placed
them up on his shoulders, a difficult move, but once complete, shouted.

'Oh! Pleasure me! Please screw me now Sir! I'm on fire inside!" He rolled
over on his knees, my legs already over his shoulders and immediately went
to work slowly working my shit shoot with his lethal weapon. It was
awesome! I just succumbed to the pleasure he was delivering. He whispered,
"Oh Joey, you're so nice and tight baby; you fit me like a glove! I want
this to last forever. Got to slow or I'm going to loose it boy." He stopped
his plunging and put his mushroom right on my walnut. "Squeeze your pincher
now Joey! Milk me son! Oh yea, that's good Joey Boy! Slower son!" Each time
I squeezed and milked that big head I spewed jizz, a feeling of lustful
pleasure rippled through my entire body, and he let out a low guttural
sound each time I squeezed. He too was obviously lusting. I lost all sense
of time or reality as our pleasures continued until he again started to
pump my pinkie. Gradually he increased his speed! I felt his tongue lips on
my neck and shoulder licking and sucking first, then he began to nibble and
bite softly.  Before long, he was thrusting within me and his teeth locked
on my shoulder. I knew he was going over the edge, as his weapon seemed to
grow even larger. Suddenly he thrust, pubes pressed against my bottom,
stiffened, shot his skeet, causing me to shoot my load over his chest and
stomach, already saturated with my pre-cum. We slowly came back to reality
as he lowered my legs, lay over me licking and sucking on my nipples as I
sniffed his hair.

He rolled off me and turned me on my side, pulled my butt up to his groin
and pulled me up against his chest. He sniffed my neck and hair,
moaned. "Time for a little nap Joey!" This was nice, very nice, cuddled up
with Trooper Jerry Gallagher, his scent all over me, my skeet rubbing off
his stomach and chest against my back. We both fell asleep!

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