Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2020 17:30:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Mr. Right Now Ch. 03 - Dave

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Dominating a hot cop.
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It's Thursday night and I'm doing my usual shift on Gayline.

I'm speaking to a girl who identified herself as "a six-year-old lesbian."
At first, I thought it was a joke, but she talks and thinks like a
six-year-old. A VERY bright and self-aware six-year-old. She's not bothered
by her attraction to girls, but she's afraid her parents will find out.

Gayline is not a crisis hotline. We only answer the phone between 7:00
p.m. and 10:00 p.m. Monday through Friday. Our volunteers are not trained
counselors. Instead, we do "peer counseling," which is basically being a
gay person to talk to.

We talk for a long time. I'm reassuring and supportive. Eventually, she
thanks me and hangs up.

Almost immediately, the phone rings again. It's a man. He asks about gay
bars and cruising places, but he mostly wants to talk. That's what I'm here
for.

His name is Dave. He's married. Of course. With children. Of course. And he
feels guilty about having sex with men, but isn't going to stop.

Dave says, "I'm tired of men that want me to dominate them."

"Why do they want you to dominate them?"

"Probably because I'm a cop."

It figures. "Well, come see ME. I'll dominate YOU."

Dave sounds startled. "Uh . . . Do you mean that?"

"Sure." The idea has given me an instant hard-on.

We make the arrangements. The next Tuesday night, I'm surprised when he
actually shows up at my place.

Dave looks like I'd imagined. I'm tall, rugged, and moderately athletic,
but he's bigger, heavier, and built like a fullback. He's in his
mid-thirties, a few years older than me. His close-cropped black hair is
thinning on top and his cheeks are dark with beard stubble. Even in
civilian clothes, he looks like a cop.

I get us beers and we sit on the couch. Dave stiffens when I press my knee
against his, but he doesn't move away.

We drink a little of the beer and then I put my hand on his thigh. "I can
see why men want you to dominate them." I slide my hand up to the big bulge
in his crotch. Like me, he's wearing tight-fitting blue jeans. The outline
of his cock is clearly visible through the stretched fabric. "You're a real
stud."

Dave freezes, holding his beer halfway to his mouth. I stroke his swollen
pole through his jeans, running my fingers up and down its shaft and
pinching its cock-head. "Uh . . ." He takes a big swig of beer and then
sets the bottle on the coffee table.

I stand up, then take Dave's hand and pull him to his feet. "Kiss me."

Dave looks scared. "I don't do that." He tries to pull away, but I'm
holding both his hands.

"I'M in charge here." I take him in my arms and kiss him full on the
lips. He resists at first, but then kisses me back. His mouth opens and his
tongue darts against mine.

I've only had sex with a few women. None of them liked me to use too much
tongue. Dave is kissing me the way women like.

So, I give him a MAN kiss—hard and dirty with lots of aggressive
tongue. He growls and kisses me back roughly, our tongues thrusting and
parrying while we rub crotches and fondle each others' butts.

I'm about to come in my pants. I push Dave away, then unfasten my jeans and
let them fall around my ankles. I'm not wearing any underwear and my stiff
cock springs up—long, thick, and proud.

Dave takes his own dick out. It's even bigger than mine, and just as hard.

I put my hands on Dave's shoulders and push him to his knees. "Suck my
cock."

Dave stares at my rigid member. It's flushed with blood and leaking
precum. He looks like he's going to protest, but then he smiles shyly and
nods.

He wraps a hand around my swollen shaft, bends forward, and licks my
cock-head, flicking the big blob of precum at my tip into his mouth.

"Come on," I whisper. "Suck it." Dave swirls his tongue over my crown's
stretched skin and then takes my rod deep into his mouth. He circles his
thumb and index finger around the base of my stiff pole and closes his
remaining fingers around my balls, then slowly bobs up and down, sliding
his compressed lips over my shaft and cock-head.

"Oh yeah." I knead his shoulders and then raise my hands to run my fingers
through his buzz cut. "That's right."

Dave clamps his lips around the groove between my cock-head and shaft, then
swirls his tongue over my cock-head while squeezing my balls and stroking
my shaft.

I grip the back of Dave's head and roll my hips, pressing my cock deep into
his throat. He looks startled and scared, but takes it . . . all the way to
the base. We stare into each others' eyes for long seconds and then I draw
back until he's just kissing my tip. Dave looks relieved and pleased. And
ready for more.

So, I give it to him, thrusting forward and then pulling back, fucking his
face. I go slowly at first, but get faster and rougher as he grows more
excited, sucking and jerking my cock frantically.

The tension in my nuts builds rapidly. I'm not ready to come, so I pull my
throbbing pole out of Dave's mouth. "Damn! You're a great cocksucker."

"Oh yeah?" Dave laughs self-consciously. "This is my first time."

"For real?"

"Yeah. I've eaten a lot of pussy but . . ." He laughs again. It's a
high-pitched giggle.

"Sucking cock is too queer," I say.

He nods. "Now, I feel dumb. I missed out because I had my head up my ass
. . ."

After a brief silence, I say, "You said, 'ass.'"

"Up . . . Yeah. I did." His cock is rock-hard and gleaming with precum.

I run my fingers over my rigid pole. It's still slick with his spit but
quickly growing sticky. "You've always done the fucking."

"Well, sure."

"Not tonight." I turn him around, bend him over, and press my cock-head
between his sculpted buttocks. My knob stretches his anus.

"Are you really gonna fuck me?" He sounds scared.

"Hell yeah!" I laugh and slap his ass—playfully, but hard enough to
leave a red mark on his butt cheek. "But not quite yet." I pat his bruised
buttock tenderly. "Come on." I take him into the bedroom.

We strip hastily. Dave bends over and braces himself with the palms of his
hands pressed against the mattress. "Just take it easy, okay?"

I laugh. "Were you a Marine?"

"No. I was in the Army. Why?"

"That's the unofficial Marine motto."

"Oh?"

"Macho men REALLY like it up the ass." I pat Dave's butt, then reach
between his legs and fondle his stiff cock. "Is this your favorite
position? Doggy style?"

"Well, yeah. I guess."

I slap his butt. The crack is as loud as a pistol shot. "It's not mine."
I've left another red handprint. "On your back. I want to see your face
when I stick it in."

"All right." He lies at the foot of the bed and folds his knees against his
chest.

I stick a pillow under his butt, lifting it higher, then get the lube out
of the nightstand drawer and kneel on the floor between his ankles. "Man,
you've got a sexy asshole." I impulsively plant a kiss on his little
pucker.

"Wha—" Dave gasps. He looks startled. I'm surprised, too. I've never
done this before. It's forbidden—scary and gross—but my already-stiff
cock has grown even harder.

"It's okay. You're going to like this." I put the palms of my hands on his
butt cheeks and pull them open, then kiss his butthole again—a long
lingering tender kiss. It tastes like hot clean male flesh with a hint of
some mysterious super-sexy musk.

"Oh Jesus!" Dave groans. He swings his pelvis up, pushing his anus more
firmly into my face.

I kiss Dave's butt a third time and then blow on his asshole. His cock
jerks as my hot breath caresses his sexy starfish.

"Your wife ever do this for you?" I ask.

"You know she hasn't." Dave moans and squirms, grinding his butt into my
face, as I lick his asshole with broad flat strokes, alternating between
licking up and down and side-to-side.

Dave's moans grow louder when I pull his butt cheeks wider apart and push
my pointed tongue into his anus, gradually teasing it open. He bucks and
growls, pushing back as I thrust my tongue in deeper, fucking his ass like
a wide wet super-flexible cock. "Oh God!" he gasps. "I'm so fucking close
. . ."

I pull my tongue out of Dave's asshole. "Not so fast. I've got something
else for you. Something big and hard."

"Oh yeah," he says. "Give me your cock. I'm ready for you."

"You better be." I lubricate my finger and push in into the center of
Dave's pucker. It slides in easily. His stiff dick jerks as I work my
finger in and out. "Because I'm going to fuck the hell out of your sexy
ass." I pull my finger out, add more lube, and slide it back up Dave's
butt, twisting my wrist to distribute the lubricant evenly.

He's tight, like a virgin. Good. I haven't busted a cherry in a long
time. I smear lube on my painfully hard cock and press its head into Dave's
asshole. I push forward, gradually stretching him open. He gasps in pain
and I pull back slightly.

"Damn!" Dave is breathing hard and his face is flushed. "You ARE big."

"Want me to stop?"

"Hell no!" Dave thrusts his butt forward, pushing my cock-head through his
tight anal ring. I slide into his depths, bouncing my balls against his
buttocks. "Fuck . . ." he moans.

"You all right?" His hot tight hole clamps my swollen shaft like a
python. I hold still, letting him get used to my big log stretching and
filling his sexy male butt.

"Yeah." His voice is tight. "I've never . . ."

"You're a stud." I draw back and then push back in. "With a hot sexy ass."
His stiff cock jumps as I fuck him, first slowly and then faster, slapping
my pelvis against his muscular buttocks.

"Jesus! That's so good—" Dave gasps when my cock slips out of his ass. I
grip my shaft and guide it back in. "Yeah. Fuck me hard."

I pull completely out and then drive back in a few more times, then grip
his ankles and push them over his shoulders, lifting his butt
higher. "That's right," I grunt. "Take my big stiff cock."

Dave screams as I pound him ruthlessly, rocking his legs and swinging his
ass to meet my plunging pole.

The tension in my nuts reaches the boiling point. "I'm gonna come!"

"Shoot it!" Dave cries. "Up my—" The cum bursts from my driving rod,
exploding into his hot tight butt. I hammer him over and over, shooting
another heavy pulse of cum with each rough thrust. "Oh fuck, yeah! So good
. . ."

Finally spent, I pull my dick out of Dave's butt and step away. He jumps
up, takes me in his arms, and prepares to kiss me. He hesitates at the last
instant, probably thinking of my lips on his asshole, but then goes
ahead—kissing me hard, dirty, and open-mouthed, with a hungry tongue.

I melt into the kiss. It goes on for a long time. Then, he turns me around
and bends me over the bed. He lubricates his cock hastily and then fucks me
with brutal power, shaking my body each time he slams home. He's using me
like a cheap piece of meat. That's sexy as hell. Not being able to see him
makes it even hotter. My stiff cock throbs as his hot cum gushes into my
eager ass.

Later, Dave is showered, dressed, and ready to go. I'm still naked.

We kiss at the door. "Next time," he says, "I'm in charge."

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