Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 20:15:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Twenty on the Butt

Twenty on the Butt

 By BILLY JAY DEE


Deputy Richardo Sanchez proudly ushers his good buddy, Dave, into his new
home.  They enter through the trailer's mud-room.

The sparseness of the dusty room proves the newness of Richardo's ownership
and his bachelorhood.  A hot breeze follows them in.  They pass through the
trailer's kitchen into the living room: weight bench and weights,
television and a light green threadbare sofa.

"My office, the bathroom and bedroom are back there.  I've got to lock this
up.  Grab us some beers, amigo."

Richardo drops his utility belt with its notorious nightstick and his
brown/white uniform shirt at the end of the couch.  He heads to the office
with his handgun.  Dave grabs a couple cans of Coors and returns to the
living room.

A sly, knowing smile keeps cropping up on the taller man's face.  Out the
dirty window, the high desert country surrounding the capitol is all he
sees.  This season it's thick with dried grass.  From here his blue eyes
note none of the other two-and-a-half acre lots.  Richardo is pretty
isolated here.  Dave smirks at the thought.  He opens the windows, but it
doesn't help much with the sweltering heat.  He drops into the couch and
pulls at his tee-shirt.  He mumbles to himself about how hot it is and how
horny he is.

"Well, Zorro's was disappointing," Richardo comments as he returns.  He
sits down on the weight bench facing Dave, who hands him his beer.

On a dare the two men had met at a "gay bar" after work for a drink.  Per
policy, they'd stripped off their uniform shirts before entering.  Now they
were dressed in their boots and brown uniform pants, with Dave in his
crew's tee-shirt and Richardo in a tight fitting white tank top.

"Yeah, it was pretty much like any other bar after work on a Wednesday!"
Dave chuckles.  "A handful of guys drinking beers with their buddies."

Dave and Richardo are old friends from work.  Dave is a firefighter;
Richardo, a deputy for the county.  They work together occasionally on
arson investigations.  Whenever they work together, like today, the Anglo
clearly can't keep his eyes off Richardo's petite, Hispanic dark-skinned,
hard body. Richardo has a smooth oval face, with dark short hair that sort
of makes his ears stick out.  He is handsome, but, with his thin brown lips
and small mouth that rarely smiles, he looks stern.  Which means it's hard
for him to make a good friend like Dave.

On closer examination, the apparent sternness is all self-consciousness.
(This is before four wetbacks jump him out in the Baca del Sol.  They will
use his own night-stick against him; leaving him for dead with a broken
nose and in need of 127 stitches to put his scalp back on his skull.  He'll
end up being okay. )  Today he can't help but smile, every time he glances
up at Dave from deep draws on his beer.

"The art work was different than you see in most corner bars,"

They laugh about the beefcake posters of naked athletes depicted on the
walls at "Zorro's".  Oh, and a rather graphic drawing of three guys doing
the "Pig on a Stick" position.  One of them points out how the cubby guy in
the middle really looks like he is enjoying himself.  They both agree
they'll have to go on a Friday night to see "jotos" and what a "gay bar" is
really all about. Richardo takes another big swig.  His cheeks are rosy
now.  He can't look at Dave without breaking out into a grin.

"Mijo, I've got to work out, ahora.  How about you spot for me?  I'm going
to get out of my uniform.  You might want to strip down too," he jokingly
says to the slightly older man.

He returns quickly.  When Richardo returns from the back of the trailer on
his tip-toes, he's wearing only a white jock strap.  He blushes so hard he
can't look at Dave when he enters the living room. When he does, he drops
to his heels, his right hand goes to his smooth chest and he laughs.  Dave
is buck-naked sitting on the couch.

"You told me to strip down. I wasn't wearing underwear today so..." Dave
explains, moving aside his hands to display his body.

Dave has a long body and stands a head higher than his brown-skinned buddy.
Sandy brown hair covers his chest and a pinkish scar runs along his left
knee.  A brown moustache and short brown hair covers his roundish head.  A
ready smile graces his face.

Dave's thick seven-nch cock lies on his left thigh and it's not exactly
flaccid.  He's tan above his belt line and below the hem of his favorite
brown terry-cloth shorts.  Richardo points and laughs at the sharp tan-line
between the Anglo's thighs and abdomen.  Dave takes it in stride.  He
busily admires Richardo's well muscled, sinewy, little brown body.  Burning
with embarrassment, Richardo turns abruptly and lies down on the weight
bench.  Dave moves to the head of the work bench, which means his dick is
pointing straight at Richardo's face.  Richardo gets the giggles much to
Dave's delight.

The sternness returns to his face and his pearl-like teeth grit in
determination.  He takes his work out seriously, moving rapidly through his
repetitions. When he finishes he sits up quickly, covered in sweat and
panting heavily.  He reaches for his beer on the dusty floor next to the
weight bench.  It's empty. Dave hands him his and goes for two more cans.

When Richardo recovers his breath, he looks across at the taller man and
says, "What do you think? Is working out paying off? "

He curls his arms up and flexes his biceps, encouraging Dave to "feel it".
Dave drops on his knees before his buddy and scoots in close.  He squeezes
the cop's upper arm and caresses his torso.

Dave mumbles something about "getting bigger" and then after a double take
says, "What are these spots on your arm?"

"Let me show you."  The Spaniard reaches for his belt and wrestles a pack
of cigarettes out.  He lights up with the matches inside.  Extending his
right fist, knuckles down, he says: " Put your wrist next to mine, on the
inside."  Dave complies.  Richardo gets a good look at Dave's woody in the
process. "What you do is put a twenty dollar bill across our wrists.  Then
each guy lowers a lit cigarette onto the bill.  Over the other guys arm."
Richardo flips the cigarette up to demonstrate with no move towards
touching Dave's hairy forearm.  "The guy that can take it the longest, wins
the money.  I win a lot of money."

"Doesn't that hurt?  A lot?"

"No mucho.  I kind of like it," Richardo brags with a wag of his head.
"You can put out a cigarette on your shoulder or leg and it won't even
blister.  But, the bone is so near the surface on the wrist that you can
get burned badly.  Pretty cool, que no?Muy macho?"

"Yeah, you are muy macho, amigo!" Dave assures him as his hairy hands move
further down the smooth muscled torso.  "But you know who the most macho
guy is?  The guy that takes a dildo up his ass with no whimpering."

Richardo's pupils swell with surprise.  A blush rises to his temples.  He
leans back, away from Dave.  His mouth looks stern.  His eyes flit about
the room, flying anywhere rather than light on Dave again.

"Yo no se.  Yo no se, amigo, he says pretending he doesn't know about such
things.

In response Dave stares at the purple head of his friend's erect brown rod,
poking over the waist band of Richardo's jock strap.  When Richardo finally
follows Dave's gaze, a shocked guffaw spurts from his lips.  Dave smiles
and then turns to stare at the notorious night-stick.

"No way!"

"Well not the whole thing," Dave laughs as he pulls the night-stick from
the belt.  "Maybe just 7 inches of it." He says as he lays his swollen
sex-tool atop the night-stick.  His tool is almost as thick as the glossy,
varnished big end of the night-stick.

Richardo is blushing hard.  As he shakes his head tears come to his brown
eyes.  He can't stop grinning.

"You afraid? You worried that you'll cry like a little girl?"

Richardo's eyes flare again.  He pushes out his bare chest as his fists
clench. His jaw locks. He starts to rise to his bare feet.  Suddenly with
the batting of his black eyelids it seems to occur to him what he's about
to do.  He laughs, once.

"Okay, me first, then you, mijo!" Richardo snaps as his right index finger
points at Dave's white ass.

He drops his jock, straddles the bench and drops belly down on the bench.
On second thought he scoots back a bit so his privates and ass are hanging
off the bench.  He's still grinning.

"No, you'll start fighting me about the fifth stroke and come up swinging."

"No!  You can handcuff me!  And ten strokes."

Richardo leaps to his feet on spring-like muscles and stomps over to his
belt.  This is first clean eyeful Dave get's of his little buddy's package.
His brown cock is hard and about six inches long; not thick at all.
Richardo shows him how to work the cuffs and key.  They decide they'd best
use lubricant. Richardo fetches a bottle from his bedstead and then returns
to his position on the weight bench determinedly, hands now clasped behind
his back.  Dave snaps on the handcuffs. He kneels behind Richardo, out of
sight between the bottom's quivering thighs.  Richardo can hear his good
friend fiddling with the lube and night-stick.

"Okay, here we go, buddy," Dave announces.

He spreads Richardo's tight round ass cheeks with one hand as his fist
forces itself hard into the right cheek and his fingers guide the head of
the stick steadily into the native New Mexican's asshole. Every fiber of
Richardo's being strains against the invasion.  His neck muscles pull tight
across his throat.  His gritted teeth lift his locked jaw.  His muscular
arms pull against the cuffs.  His hands clench.  Then he suddenly relaxes
as though it's not that painful.

"What the fuck!" he shouts.

Then he laughs.  That's his buddy's belly wedged in the crack of his brown
ass. Those are Dave's low-hanging hairy balls rubbing against his.

"Well, it is seven inches and that's my first stroke," Dave grunts. His
fingers touch tentatively on the bottom's back in case he should try to
rise.  Dave's right hand is on Richardo's narrow waist.  "Relax. Take it
like a man."

Richardo complies, lying there quietly.  Dave takes a lot more than ten
strokes.  He takes them in rapid succession.  Sweat oozes through the
forest of hair on his chest and rains down into the action in the bottom's
crack.  It stings the brown man's screaming sphincter.  But the bottom
makes no complaints. Somewhere around the tenth stroke, Dave hears his
little friend saying "Chingame! Chingame!" and praising how good Dave's
performance is.  Dave pushes deep, pins the brown waist to the bench and
unloads inside .  As his own "night-stick" continues to spasm, he leans
over the cop, bracing himself on his elbows.

Dave sighs heavily.  "Well, buddy next time you'll have to do me."

 He unlocks the handcuffs from his buddy and then leans back pulling his
slimy spent cock out. Several globs of cum follow.  He falls back on the
linoleum.

"No, mijo.  I'll take my turn now."

Richardo stands and turns to reveal his fully upright rod, ready for
action.  He pulls the unwilling firefighter to his feet and then belly down
on the bench. Dave grasps the edge of the bench for support while the
Latino now fiddle-farts around with the lube and nightstick.  It seems to
take inordinately long.  The white ass framed by tan lines quivers
nervously.

"Look at this," Richardo's voice calls as he rises from behind his intended
victim and waddles towards the head of the bench.

Dave looks back to see Richardo has the night-stick up his own ass.  The
cop waddles back and forth in full view, then slow removes it with his
right hand.  With his left he holds Dave's head and then brings it shiny
with jism, other bodily fluids and lube close to the prone guy's face.

"You ready for seven inches of this, son?"

"Oh, shit!" is Dave's only response.

He lays his head on the bench and waits.  Cum still drips from his dangling
dick.  Richardo drags both of the Anglo's wrists together and holds them
there with his left hand.  His other fist forces itself hard into the right
cheek and his fingers guide the head of his stiff prick into the white-boys
waiting asshole.

"Surprise, gringo!  It's my vega! You feel so good, man!  I'm just going to
leave my dick here for a while."  The squirming bottom grunts in
relief. His torso relaxes, but his legs still shake nervously.

 The crackling and smell of phosphorus announces Richardo lighting up
another cigarette.  "Does it hurt, joto?  Who's the tough guy now?"

The "joto" admits it hurts, then for good measure moans in imitation pain.

"Oh, I don't think it hurts enough yet, punta.  I have to fuck you hard,
real hard, so you know who the real man is."

Richardo pushes his wrists up the bottoms back, rises on his toes and
pounds the white ass below him with all his weight three vicious times.
The mouth attached to his fuck-hole gasps each time.  Drool blubbers out of
the lips pressed into the bench.

"Don't move.  Don't move," Richardo whispers, between rapid pants.

His brown-body turns rigid.  He tries to take a drag on the cigarette, but
seems hesitant to move.

"Did that hurt, joto?" he asks again, his voice cracking in the process.

"Yeah, yeah.  It hurts so much.  Your cock is so big.  You're tougher than
me."

"Verdad?" Richardo asks questioningly of the bottom's trite phrase.

His right hand falls from his parted lips, with the lit cigarette.  The
smoldering stick takes a long arc downwards, swings close by the blue eyes
now wide with surprise, swings up quickly and plunges onto the upturned
squirming white ass.  Richardo plunges back in for the fifth time and
unloads!  With both hands he holds that irate, bucking butt and finishes
shooting.

"What the fuck?"

"Amigo, I told you it would not hurt!" Richardo laughs "Turn around.  Let
me see.  See no scar, no blister, no nada.

Dave jokingly admits that his Hispanic buddy is right, but pulls at and
feels around the offended cheek just to be sure.  Richardo steps to the
couch, puffs another cigarette and hands it to his friend.

"Here do it to me!"  Dave laughs, hesitates and then quickly extinguishes
it on the proffered brown butt.  "See no damage!  I wouldn't hurt you!"

They embrace and kiss for the first time.  Laughter and smiles fill the
smoky little trailer.  Naked white hips, brown hips and spent dicks press
together.  They admit their long time mutual attraction. Richardo is
fighting back tears of emotion. They make plans for Friday night.

"Amigo, I really had fun!  I really liked it when you were fucking me.
Maybe Friday, you can put a twenty on my butt when you're doing it, por
favor?"