Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2021 14:58:21 +0000 From: Matthew Storm Subject: Deviant Cop Adventures - Chapter 2 This is a work of fiction. Please, donate to Nifty to keep these stories going: https://donate.nifty.org/ Please give feedback: mattstorm1997@gmail.com Part II -- Marshall's First Load The next day, I woke up pretty early. I liked taking advantage of my vacations, and that included waking up early. I put on my speedo, grabbed a book and a towel, and went out. The campsite had a pool. It was mostly for families, but it had patio lounge chairs, which I liked. I dropped my stuff on one of the chairs, looking around. There was only one family there, a couple with their kid daughter. The dad wasn't particularly attractive. I dove into the pool and swam around for a bit. Despite the early hours, it was already warm, so the cold water felt like a blessing. Eventually, I got out and went back to my chair to lie down and dry. I put on my sunglasses and stayed put, taking in the sun, eyes closed. I heard some people arrive and, 20 minutes later, the area was almost full of families and other random people. I grabbed my book and read for a bit, not really interested in looking for people to fuck because it was mostly families. Some time later, however, I heard a voice that didn't sound too childish nor too old. I looked up from my book and saw a guy, perhaps 18 or 19, arriving with his girlfriend. I realised he was the broad-shouldered, swimmer-type I'd checked out at the bar the night before. He was still cleanshaven, but he had a strong, angular jaw that granted him some masculinity. He was also quite toned, his abs and pecs cleanly sculptured, quite different from my burly-beefy-strong body. The couple chose a couple of chairs a few meters away from me and, for a moment, the guy looked around and noticed me. I instinctively spread my legs, giving him full access to my bulge, struggling to contain itself within my speedo. In fact, if I stood, the speedo's elastic band dipped with the weight of my cock and balls, showing the top of my pubes. His eyes washed over me, from my face to my bulge. He lingered for a second and then his girlfriend said something, and he focused on her. I grinned. I loved showing off, exhibiting my body. I had no trouble admitting I had a nice body. I had mirrors and I knew the effect I had on people, evidently. He sat down on the chair while his girlfriend went for a swim and looked back at me, leaning over with his elbows on his knees. I grabbed my bulge, rubbing it slowly while pretending to still read the book. From where I sat, I could clearly see his shorts tenting up with a boner. "Kyle!", shouted his girlfriend. He awoke from his trance and looked at her. "Take a picture of me," she said, holding onto the pool's edge. "Uh...," he hesitated. "Give me a minute." I laughed to myself. It was obvious he couldn't stand up because of his boner. I gathered my things and got up, walking towards him. He looked at me as I approached, fear and lust in his eyes. But I walked by. It was time to go for a run. Back at the cabin I took off the speedo and slipped into my gym shorts. I was commando, and my dick was clearly visible underneath the shorts, but I didn't care. I put on my running shoes and went for a run through the forest. The campsite was actually quite large, with a dedicated area for tents, another for the cabins and a large forest area where they usually held activities like tree climbing and zip lining. I ran through that area, my dick and balls swinging, sweat dripping down my body. I still hadn't showered since the previous day and my musky stench was quite obvious. I actually hadn't brought soap or body wash or deodorant either. I was on vacation, I didn't want to care about those things. When I was done, I was drenched in sweat. My balls were hanging low from the heat and my stench was unmatched. I went back to the cabin and grabbed a towel and switched to my flipflops and went back outside to go to the communal showers. There were several of these communal showers throughout the park and there was one in the cabin area with a side for men and another for women. It was lunchtime, so they were mostly empty, which was a shame since I loved doing exhibitionism in these places. But, alas, I went inside the men's shower area: it had a first section with urinals, stalls and sinks and, behind this area and accessible through another door, was the shower area. Inside this area, there were cubicles with showers, hidden behind shower curtains, and two benches with hooks to hang clothes. The area was empty when I got in, so I took off my shorts and hung them and went into one of the showers, leaving the curtain open for anyone to see. I turned on the shower and, as soon as it started running, the door to the area opened and a man's voice said, "Don't take too long, Marshall. We're going to have lunch." "Yeah, dad," said a boy's voice. I waited for whoever it was to show himself and heard him take off his clothes. Then, he appeared. It was the 15/16 year-old boy from the previous night. He froze when he saw me, my curtain completely open. Ah, he hadn't followed me inside then. I smiled at him, giving my cock a few tugs. "Hey, Marshall," I said. "Hey," he replied, shyly. He was completely hard, his boner pressed underneath the towel wrapped around his waist. Despite his shy response, he didn't need much encouragement and instead walked right into my shower, closing the curtain behind himself. He threw the towel over the wall. As I'd imagined, he was lanky like my nephew, but a bit bulkier, like he practiced some sport that required him to be big and strong, but not necessarily clean cut. In fact, he looked like a 15 year-old version of myself: shorter, but not by a lot, with barely any hair except some springing up on his chest and treasure trail, leading down to a nice bush of pubes. His cock was small, perhaps 5' hard. He approached me and I turned off the shower. He grabbed my semi-hard cock and placed a hand on my hairy chest. "This isn't your first time," I said. "I've been doing this with my coach for a while now." "Ah," I said. "What sport?" "Wrestling." Explained his body. "And what do you do with your coach?", I was fully hard now, picturing this boy doing the same thing in the locker room with his coach. "Just sucking. For now. But I want you to fuck me." I chuckled. "That's not going to happen. Not here and now." "Why not?" "Because," I said, "if I fucked you now, with no preparation whatsoever, I would completely destroy your asshole. I've had experienced men taking my cock and tapping out because they couldn't handle it. A virgin hole? I would send you to the hospital." "I don't care," he replied. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me up against the wall and fill me up." "Another day. But, for now, you can get on your knees." However, instead of kneeling, he got closer and started sucking on my nipple. I moaned and pulled him closer, feeling his smaller, smooth body against my own hairy, burlier body. I raised my arm and he dutifully moved to my armpit, sniffing it deeply and licking it hungrily. I let my hand fall to his smooth bubble butt, toned from the wrestling, and let a finger slip between his cheeks and find its way to his hole. He pushed his ass back, desperate for my finger. I circled his hole, teasing him, and pulled him closer until I eventually slipped my index inside. He moaned against my pit and I pressed his head against my sweaty armpit with my free arm while hooking him with my finger. I could tell he wasn't completely tight. He'd probably fingered himself before or even fucked himself with a cucumber or something. I pulled his head out of my pit and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth while a second finger slipped inside him. He moaned again, pressing back as if begging for more. Fuck. Had I more time, I would've worked on him until he could take my cock. But that would've taken hours. Instead, I kept kissing him, saliva dripping down our chins as I fingered him with two, three fingers. I pulled his head back by his hair and spat on him. He smiled, grateful. I licked my spit off his face and spat on him again and then again and again. Then, I took my fingers off his ass and pushed him against the wall. Strong enough to dominate him, but not enough to hurt him. I kept his head in place against the wall and he pushed his ass out, offering it to me. I slipped three fingers inside him again and, this time, they went in much easier. He was a natural-born slut. I finger fucked him for a bit and then took the fingers out. His hole was bright pink and still tight, but maybe it was enough for what I had in mind. "I'll give you the tip, just so you can understand why you can't take the whole thing." "Yes, please." "Yes, please, what?" "Yes, please, sir," he added, moaning. I took the precum that had gathered on my foreskin and rubbed it against his hole and inside it. Then, I lined up my cock with his ass. Just seeing my massive dick against such a tiny hole was enough to tell me that he would need a lot of work before taking it completely. But the tip wouldn't be too bad. Slowly, I pressed the tip of my cock against his hole and he relaxed. Slowly, I pushed it inside. He gasped, his eyes wide with pain. I pushed a bit more, perhaps an inch, and he was gasping for air, his hole tight against my cock. "See?", I asked him. "Please, sir, I want it all." "Get on you knees," I ordered, and I took my dick out and he obeyed. I steadied his head against the wall and he opened his mouth. I pushed my cock down his throat until he was gagging, his nose against my pubes. That's when we heard someone open the door. For a second, I thought it would be his dad, but whoever it was didn't say anything. I pulled my dick out a bit but left most of it inside his mouth, putting a finger up to my lips to tell him to be quiet. He nodded in understanding, tears rolling down his cheeks as he struggled to take my cock. I caressed his cheek, wiping his tears away. A good boy deserved some praise. I waited until the other person turned on his shower before I started face fucking him. He took it like a champ, much better than the old guy the previous night. When I was ready to blow, I pulled out and pulled him up, turning him against the wall so his ass was aligned with my dick again. I started jerking off and whispered in his hear, "Do you want your first load?" "Yes, sir." "Your first load up your tight ass? Uh, you fucking slut?" "Yes, sir," he said back, eager. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you boy?" "I am a slut, sir," he answered. I was ready. I slipped my tip inside him again and he gasped with pain once more. As I pushed the tip just inside, I shot my load up his ass, filling him up. He was moaning, both with pleasure and pain, and I watched as my dick pulsated, shooting and shooting and filling him up. When I was done, I pulled out and assessed the damage. His hole didn't seem too bruised and there were no wounds. But it was far looser than it was before, and it was leaking cum, sliding slowly down his ass cheeks. I scooped some of it up with my fingers and fed it to him and he took it hungrily. "When are you leaving?", I asked him. "Tomorrow." "That's a shame. Maybe next year, once you've taken your coach's cock and you're loose enough to take me. Now get out of here." "Yes, sir." He left, wincing with pain, and I finished taking my shower.