Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2017 18:43:40 -0400
From: Fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: The Fireman's Son, Chapter 32

This is the continuation of the story covering the weekend and a few days
at the beginning of the school year that changes the relationship between
Steve and Jim.

I hope you enjoyed Chapter 31 and hope you'll like this one. Rob at
fmhar1969@aol.com.

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 32 – Jim Back from Baseball Camp-Still Later
Sunday

	 Steve entered the pool area through the entrance to the men's
restroom as Ray, the head lifeguard, told him to do.  It was still pretty
full. Many of his friends were there, swimming, horsing around, visiting
with one another. As he glanced around, he saw all the guards at their
stations, their bare oiled torsos shining in the sun, their legs spread
showing off their big crotch-bulges. Some of the basketball team members,
including Daniel, Julio and several of the guys who had fucked him the day
before, and a bunch of adoring girls were gathered over on the side of the
pool to his left.
       The jocks and their hangers-on were being pretty loud and on the
other side of the pool, to his right, were gathered most of the family
groups, moms and dads with their little kids. Steve noticed some of the
young dads with their trim muscular bodies, some hairy some not. Scoping
them out, he took notice especially of the nice bulges showing in their
swimsuits. He felt a tingling in his ass as he imagined himself in a
dimly-lit room lying on the floor and all the hot daddies standing around
him with their suits pushed down or off completely stroking their big
daddy-cocks, fondling their ball-bags that held the big balls that had
generated all the sperm that had made all the babies they were now watching
after.
       At the other end, in front of the refreshment area, he saw Jake
Swenson, Stephen Jackson and several other baseball players. There were
only a few girls with them, girls Steve recognized as the steadies of some
of the guys. They were quieter. In fact, the ones with girlfriends were
saying their goodbyes as the couples prepared to go off on their own. Steve
watched them leave as he pulled on his shorts over his now-dry speedos, put
on his t-shirt and laced up his sneakers. The two jocks who had been forced
by Ray to leave off fucking Steve in the restroom stall were left with only
one companion. Steve knew he was Sammy Chase, the star first-baseman on the
Varsity team. He saw them look his way and then turn and walk over to the
gate. When he turned after picking up his towel, he didn't see them.
       Steve went out the gate saying "so long, see you later" to Sam. Sam
was one of the janitors at Steve's school. He worked the swimming pool gate
as a summer job. He was a big, burly muscular man. Good looking and
friendly, but authoritarian. Nobody messed with him either at the pool or
at the school.
       Steve turned and walked over to the side of the parking lot where
the bike racks were located. Just as he got to them, Stephen Jackson
stepped out from behind a car and grabbed his arm. "Come with me,
Andrews. I've got a friend I want you to meet," he said as he led the
younger boy across the lot. They got to a red SUV with tinted windows, and
Jackson opened the back door and pushed Steve in. Sitting on the second row
was Sammy Chase wearing just his bathing trunks. Jackson went around and
got in the driver's seat. Turning to the back, he said, "Steve, this is
Sammy Chase. Sammy, meet Steve Andrews, the cocksucking faggot Jake and I
told you about."
       "Yeah, man! Jackson says you give great head and Jake says your ass
is everything a stud could want for a good fuck! I really need a hot mouth
and ass after three weeks with no pussy! How `bout getting' down on this!"
the muscular jock demanded as he pushed his trunks down below his hairy
balls and pulled up six inches of thick soft, but hardening, cock.
       Steve was sort of tired after his workout with the seven lifeguards,
but the sight of the hard, muscular body and the by-now eight hard inches
of thick jock cock gave him a second wind as he threw himself down and
engulfed it in his sucking mouth.
       "Oh fuck yeah! Suck that cock, queerboy! Fuck, bro, you weren't
kiddin'. This faggot really knows what to do with a man's cock! Oh yeah! Oh
yeah! Fuck, faggot, I'm cummin'!" he shouted as he spewed his load of jock
cum into Steve's mouth and down his throat.
       By now, Jackson had driven about a mile down the road away from the
pool to a lightly wooded area that was owned by his family. He turned into
a narrow winding dirt lane and drove a few hundred yards toward its
center. Stopping the vehicle, he jumped out and pulled the door open on his
buddy as he was in the throes of his orgasm. "Yeah, bro! Shoot that load
down the fag's throat. Drown him in all that jock cum!"
       Sammy fell back as he shot his load into Steve. His buddy Jackson
caught him and supported his upper body in his strong baseball-player arms
as it jerked and spasmed. "Yeah, buddy! I knew you needed that! I could
tell yesterday you needed someone to take care of you! Now let's get these
seats down so we can try out this fag's ass. I didn't get any before that
fucker Ray broke up Jake's and my party."
       The two jocks, with a little help from Steve, quickly folded the
back seats into the floor, making a large flat surface just right for
fucking. "Climb aboard, buddy! Get in here, fag, and get your clothes off!"
the team captain ordered as he reached down in the back and pulled out a
thick cotton blanket that he and Sammy spread out. It took only seconds for
the three to be naked and ready for more sex.
       "On your back, cunt, and spread those legs like a good
bitch!... Look at that pussy, bro! All red and swollen! Look at those lips!
Feel those puffy pussy lips! Just like a whore's cunt! Sweet! Feel that
hole!" Jackson exclaimed as he and Sammy pushed their fingers into the
younger boy's still open hole. "Look at that!" as they pulled it apart,
exposing the pink inner lining. "This pussy's been fucked! Fucked hard! Who
all fucked you after Jake, whore? Ray, I bet! Did they all fuck you? Did
all the guards fuck this pussy-hole, bitch? How many fucks you take? Answer
me, bitch! How many fucked you after Jake?"
       "They all did!" Steve cried out as the two jocks continued to maul
his sensitive hole.
       "How many? Answer me! How many?"
       "Seven! Seven I think! Two, two I think double-fucked me!"
       "How big were they! How big were the cocks that fucked you?"
       "They were all big! Ray! Joe! They were the biggest."
       "Which one of them was the biggest?
       "Joe! Joe was the biggest!"
       "How big? How big was the biggest?"
       "He said it was thirteen inches and it was really thick. It looked
like a beer can!"
       "You got fucked by a thirteen inch beer can cock! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
       All this time the two studs were working their fingers in and out of
Steve's hole. Both of them had two fingers working, pulling, fucking. Steve
was constantly moaning and squirming under the assault of the two big
studs.
       Finally Sammy said, "Come on, Jackson. "We don't wanna rip him
open. I wanna fuck him. I wanna fuck this hot cunt, not tear it up. How
`bout we double-fuck him? He said he's already had two cocks and that guy
Joe may as well've been two cocks."
       "Good idea! You lay on your back. Get up, cunt and get on Sammy's
cock and ride it! You know how to do it!" ordered the alpha-alpha.
       Steve straddled the prone first baseman and lowered himself down
until he was resting on the hard muscles of his upper thighs. He felt
Jackson's big hand pushing him forward until he was pressed down flat
against Sammy. Then he felt Jackson's big prick seeking entrance to his
loosened hole. Even as loose as the lifeguard fuckers had made it, there
was still some resistance, but soon the second invader was lodged deep
inside him.
       "Yeah! Still tight," he heard Jackson whispering in his ear. Then,
more loudly "Okay, bro, you remember how to do it. Let's fuck!" the team
captain ordered the stud under him. The two teammates quickly established
their rhythm and began roughly fucking him.
       As sore and sensitive as his hole was, the two hard jock cocks felt
good, and Steve was soon yelling, "Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, you two
fuckin' studs! Lemme feel those two jock ramrods tearing up my pussy! Fuck
me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
	It didn't take long for the two baseball jocks to start filling
Steve's guts with their loads of hot, thick jock-seed. "Aughhh! Fuuck! I
feel your stuff pouring out on my cock!" Sammy yelled. "I'm cuming too!"
	"Yeah! Fill him up with our jizz, bro! Fuckin' drown his guts! Fill
him `til he vomits it up the other end!" Jackson joined in as he began
shooting into the bottom boy.
	After both studs had emptied their balls of their first loads,
second for Sammy, they were still hard. "Ready for another round?" Sammy
asked.
	"Shit, yeah! Let's go for it!" his friend responded.
	The two studs proceeded to lay on another powerful fuck to Steve,
who had shot his own load onto Sammy's belly and was moaning and begging
for more. Finally, all three tired but satisfied, Jackson rolled off their
fuck-boy and gave his ass a hard slap. "Up and at `em, guys! Time to get
going!"
	"Wait!" Sammy yelled. "The fag came on me! Lick your nasty cum up
you worthless whore!"
	Steve licked all his cum up off Sammy's hard belly, running his
tongue along the creases in his hard abs and digging into his navel to get
all of it. Then the three got into their clothes, brought the seats back
into upright position and drove off. The two baseball buddies dropped Steve
at the pool and headed off. As he got out of the SUV, Jackson said, "You
better tell your buddy Jim what you've been up to all summer. The whole
team's gonna be fucking you soon, and he'd be pretty upset to be the last
to know."
	Steve got on his bike and headed to the park. There was plenty of
time to keep his rendezvous at the concession stand before he needed to be
back home. Even after sucking Jim off and all the cock he had taken from
the lifeguards and the three baseball jocks, he was looking forward to
getting a goodbye fuck from Roger and meeting his replacement.
	As he arrived at the park and neared the stand, he was surprised to
see a uniformed policeman behind the counter talking with Greg and
Roger. `Darn! Looks like I won't be able to get a last fuck from Roger
after all,' he thought. He locked his bicycle in the bike rack and walked
around to the front of the stand. "Hi, guys. Thought I'd stop by on my way
home from the pool to tell Roger goodbye and wish him a good year."
	"Hey, Steve. Thanks! It's been a good summer. Wish we'd gotten to
know one another better sooner, but maybe I'll be back next year...If Greg
will have me."
	During this exchange Steve had been admiring the uniformed officer
standing to the side. He looked like he was in his early thirties. He was
tall, over six feet, taller than both Greg and Roger who weren't short. He
had dark short-cut hair and a good-looking, even handsome, face. He was
lean, but, obviously from the way his tailored uniform shirt hugged his
torso, well muscled. The vee of his open shirt collar was filled by the
whiteness of the tee-shirt he wore underneath, but as he got closer, Steve
could see the tips of dark hairs showing around the knitted edge. The
counter hid him from the waist down.
	"What's up? Have you had some trouble this afternoon?" Steve asked.
	After a second's hesitation, Greg laughed. "Oh! No! No trouble!
This is Officer Jones. He's going to be helping me out when he's off duty
until I close down for the winter now that Roger's going back to college
...This is Steve Andrews. He's one of our regular customers, spends a lot
of time here in the park."
	The young officer leaned across the counter and held out his
hand. "Nice to meet you, Steve. You can call me Perry when I'm behind the
counter working here. Other times it's Officer Jones or Sir."
	Steve shook the policeman's hand and was surprised at the firmness
of his grip and how he seemed to pull him slightly forward.
	"Well! That's introductions over! You probably want to come around
so you can give Roger here a proper goodbye," Greg said as he opened the
counter top. Steve, still not understanding, didn't move, looking over and
nodding slightly toward Officer Jones. Chuckling and grinning, Greg said,
"Don't worry. Perry will be wanting a warm welcome as soon as you finish
telling Roger goodbye." Relieved, Steve smiled and quickly moved behind the
counter. "Get in the back you two and take as long as you want," Greg said,
nodding to Roger toward the storage room door.
	The two quickly slipped into the back room. Steve was naked before
Roger could get his shirt and pants off. He reached down and pulled the
older boy's shorts and boxers down, going on his knees before to horny
college stud whose big cock was standing out straight from his curly
bush. "You little slut!" he said with a friendly laugh. "That's where you
belong, you know that? On your knees in front of some hard stud waiting to
serve him. You should've been taking care of me and Greg all summer,
shouldn't you?"
	"Yes, I should've. I would've liked it, but I wasn't sure about you
and especially Greg. I was afraid to take the chance. This is a place all
my friends come to."
	"You're not afraid any more, are you? You've gotten brave during
this summer. You're not afraid to let a man know you want to serve him, to
let him know he can use you any way he wants? Who's fucked you today? Who's
used your slutty cunt before you give it to me, and Greg, and Perry?"
	 "The lifeguards at the pool."
	 "How many?"
	 "Seven."
	 "Who else?"
	 "Three members of the baseball team."
	 "God! You are a little whore, aren't you?"
	 "I guess so."
	 "What about your buddy, Jim? He fuck you?"
	 "No. I just suck him."
       "How come? How long you been sucking his cock?"
       "About a year."
       "You're afraid to tell him what a complete little slut you are."
       "Yeah."
       "Well, kiddo, you better clue him in real fast `cause he's gonna
find out from somebody else, and he's not gonna like it!"
       Steve nodded as he reached out and pulled the big cock into his
hungry mouth. `He's right. Just like Jackson said. I've gotta tell Jim
somehow, before he finds out from somebody else' he thought as he began
sucking on the thick college-boy pole.
       Soon Roger was ready to fuck ass. "Get up and bend over," he
ordered. Steve quickly scrambled up and bent over to grab his ankles. He
felt the big knob, wet and dripping with his spit and precum, rub up and
down his ass crack, getting it ready for the rough fucking he knew the
college jock was about to give him, although with the four loads Jackson
and Sammy had recently deposited, he knew it was ready and open for
anything! The head of the rammer came to a stop right at his swollen and
still sensitive hole for a split-second before it was forcefully jammed all
the way in, filling the randy boy's cum-slimy guts, stretching out the
places that had begun to shrink back to normal size. Steve could feel
Roger's curly bush scratching his smooth ass-furrow as his fucker stirred
his ramrod in the still-hot teen cum that was already filling his bowels.
       Taking hold of Steve's hips the frat boy pulled slowly out until
just the mushroom-shaped knob, held in by the prominent ridge around its
base, rested inside the stretched, but still tight sphincter. After a few
moments enjoying the pleasure of feeling the satiny-smooth entrance to
Steve rectum wrapped around and sucking on his sensitive glans, Roger
jammed the full length back in and set up a forceful, pile-driving fuck
that rocked the younger boy back and forth. He was only kept from crashing
to the floor by the strong arms and powerful hands grasping onto his narrow
hips.
       "Yeah! You're still tight, you little slut! Squeeze that pussy
around by big cock! Milk it with that tight hole! Fuck! Fuck! That's it!
Suck it in! Squueze it out! Fuck! That whore cunt knows how to treat a
cock! Shit! Fuck! Tighten it up! That's it! Fuck! Fuck! I'm about to come!
Suck it in, Steve! Give me something to remember! Shit! Shit! I'm
cummmmiiiiiiing!" the college boy yelled as he rammed the full length of
his thick pole in one last time and filled Steve's guts with another hot
load of jock cum to join the others that were already filling him up.
       The fucker finally pulled out and Steve dropped to his hands and
knew, immediately crawling around and taking the sloppy, fast softening
tube of manflesh in his mouth to clean it off.
       "Good boy! Easy! Not too hard! Get it nice and clean like a good
little whore."  Satisfied he'd cleaned off all the cum and cock slime, the
boy dropped the now soft cock and sat back on his heels looking up at the
college guy as he pulled up his pants and put his cock away. "Thanks,
kid. That was great. Just wish we'd gotten it on earlier. I'll be leaving
tomorrow. Maybe we'll meet up sometime when I come back. I'll send Officer
Jones back. You'll be just what he needs. He was telling me earlier how
horny he is, hasn't had any pussy or beat off in four days."
       Steve knelt in the dim light. His cock was hard, sticking up from
his crotch. He had almost cum while Roger was fucking him, but had managed
to hold off. He was looking forward to the fucking he was sure the young
policeman was going to give him. He hadn't had a police cock in his ass
since the last time Officer Mike's long, thin weapon had reamed him out.
       The door opened and Officer Jones stepped into the back room. He
pushed the door closed with his booted foot and leaned against it, his
hands in front of him pointed down at his crotch supported by his thumbs
stuck in the front of his duty belt. He just stood there, staring down at
the kneeling boy on the floor in front of him. "So, Steve, the guys tell me
you've been cruisin' the park all summer?"
       "I don't know what you mean."
       "Don't shit me. They say you're down here all the time, pickin' up
guys."
       "I'm down here a lot. My friends are here. We play games and hang
out."
       "And you go off with some of the older guys, jocks, baseball
players, basketball players.... You like to have sex with older studs?"
       "Yeah. I do. I like to suck their cocks...get fucked by them. Just
like with Roger...and Greg...and you, I hope."
       "You're not afraid to suck a cop's cock, get fucked by a cop? You
ever been fucked by a cop before?"
       "Yeah. A couple."
       "Who? What cops've fucked you?"
       "I'm sorry, sir. I can't...won't tell you. It wouldn't be
right. Just like it wouldn't be right to tell anybody if you fuck me."
       "So. You know how to keep your mouth shut. You don't go braggin'
about who fucks you?" Officer Jones said with a grin as he unbuckled the
black leather belt with the gun, handcuffs, flashlight, baton and all the
other paraphenalia on it and put it on the table by the door.
       "No, sir. I don't tell unless they already know."
       "So, do the two cops know about each other?" he asked as he started
to unbutton his dark blue uniform shirt.
       "Yes, sir, because they've fucked me together."
       "You like getting fucked by more than one at a time?"
       "Yes, sir, if they want to."
       "So, if Greg and Roger could leave the counter you'd like all three
of us to fuck you?" he asked as he pulled his shirt out of his trousers,
shrugged out of it and tossed it on the table.
       "Yes, sir."
       "How `bout comin' over here an' getting' me out of these pants," he
said as he unhooked the waistband and pulled the zipper part way down,
revealing the tail-end of the white shirt he was wearing.
       Steve scrambled over and reached up to pull the trousers open and
down. As the dark blue cloth slid down the bright white fabric of the
bottom of Jones' t-shirt, Steve felt some resistance as he pulled with
slightly more force past the huge lump made by the large cock and balls
that were tightly confined by the white boxer briefs. Just as the trousers
slid down to reveal the beginnings of the young officer's dark-haired
thighs, he reached down and peeled his t-shirt up and over his head. The
movement caused the muscles of his arms and upper body to flex creating a
deep hair-filled valley from which the thick dark hair ran down in a
swirling curve toward his chest. Shaking his head slightly, he tossed the
shirt aside and reached for the waist of his briefs, pushing them down
enough to uncover his curly dark pubes and the base of a thick
downward-pointing cock.
	Steve's hands quickly moved up to pull the briefs all the way
down. As he did so, the long, thick cock and heavy balls that had been
compressed into the bulge in the young stud policeman's trousers sprang
free to hang in all their glory. Six proud thick inches with veins already
pumping blood hanging in front of a hairy bag holding a pair of plum-sized
balls dangled before the kneeling boy's greedy eyes. Steve pulled his eyes
away from the magnificent cock and took in the studly masculine body before
him. The dark hair running down from his armpits spread across the two hard
slabs of his chest in whorls around his latge brown nipples then, breaking
up toward the base of his throat and down toward the center where it ran
down the bumps and grooves of his washboard abs and then spread out into
his curly bush and down his strong thighs. The hot policeman stood with his
hands resting on his hips.
	"So, kid! Whattaya think?" he said as he pushed his pelvis out,
making his already half-hard cock stand out even more. "You ready to take
care of this big chunk of cop meat? Get to it! Show me what you can do!"
	Steve leaned forward, taking the hunk of meat in his hands and
shoving it into his hungry mouth. As he gobbled it down, he felt it pushing
against the entrance to his throat. Taking a deep breath, he opened up and
swallowed the still-soft mass all the way down, pushing his face against
the hairy hard-muscled belly. He could feel the mass that was filling his
mouth and gullet hardening as he sucked and massaged it with his throat
muscles. With a loud "Uuugghhh!" he pulled back as the hard log popped out
of his mouth. Greedily, he gobbled the massive head back in, locking it in
with his tight lips as he sucked and licked on it, his tongue stabbing into
the wide slit and taking in the sweet nectar flowing out of it as the shaft
filled with blood and hardened to its full size.
	"Shit, kid! That's some talented mouth you got! What can you take
now that it's all the way hard?" the amazed policeman demanded.
	In answer, Steve began to move down the shaft, sucking and
slurping, until it was lodged back in his throat. He had about two-thirds
of the thick pole in his mouth and throat before he pulled off again. He
repeated this feat three or four times before his fucker pushed him off and
down on his back.
	"Legs in the air! Spread `em! I wanna get to that ass-pussy Roger
and Greg say is so hot and tight." Steve fell back and grabbed his legs,
pulling them back toward his chest. "Yeah! Look at that pussy! Lips all
swollen and showin' pink down inside, just like a whore's that's been used
hard! Don't look so tight right now. How many fuck you today? How many
loads have filled that pussy? How many're still swimming in that hole?"
	"I don't know. Roger asked me the same thing. Ten guys. Twelve
loads, I guess. I tried to clean out after Ray and his guards fucked me,
maybe just four or five after that,...countin' Roger's."
	"That's a lot of fuckin', but I imagine it'll still be plenty tight
when I shove this pole of mine down in that pink gash. An' there ain't
nothin' I like better'n sinking my rod deep in a smooth tight pussy that's
full of other guys' hot fresh loads. Feelin' `em squish around my cock as I
force `em out to make room for my cock and my sperm. I'm gonna breed you
good an' the only baby-makers that're gonna be left inside you are mine!"
	The stud cop knelt down between Steve's spread legs and grabbed
hold of two hard round cheeks the boy was offering him, pulling them wider
apart. "Hot ass! Got a nice ass, kid! Bet it turns the in-the-know guy's on
when they look at it! Knowing what nestles between those hard, round
globes! Knowin' there's a tight hungry pussy just waitin' an' wantin' to
get shafted by their big stud cocks!" the hairy policeman said as he rubbed
the big drooling head of his now fully-hard cock up and down the smooth
valley, stopping to teasingly punch into the open pussy each time it passed
over the hungry hole.
	As Steve lay there gazing up at the handsome, sexy officer of the
law and feeling his mighty club rubbing up and down his ass-crack, teasing
his hole with the little jabs, he moaned and tried to push his ass up so
the tantalizing knob would pop in all the way, "Come on! Fuck me with your
big club, Officer! Fuck me! I want it, please!"
	Looking down at the horny little stud, splayed out, legs pulled
apart like a plucked chicken ready to be stuffed, the big stud policeman
grinned down at the writhing boy and let just the mushroom-shaped head
slide into the stretched hole then pulled back slightly so he could feel
the pressure of the corona as the sphincter tightened around the neck of
the shaft.
	"Oh yes! Give me more! Please! That big head feels so good, but I
want more! I need more!"
	"You are a horny little slut, aren't you? How long's it been since
you had a big, hard policeman's cock in your pussy? How long since a big,
hairy cop's been fucking you?" Officer Jones demanded as he pushed an inch
of the thick shaft in.
	"It's been a while. Not since Sergeant Al... It's been a couple of
weeks."
	"So! you've got a sergeant fucking you! And his fuck-buddy!"
	"No! No, not his fuck buddy! His partner."
      "So, this hairy sergeant you got fucking you, he got a big cock?"
Steve's fucker demanded as he slid another inch of thick cock into his
begging pussy.
	"Yeah. It's big."
	"Big as me?" as another inch went in.
	"Yeah. Maybe. I'm not sure." Another inch went in. "It's pretty
thick."
	"As thick as this?" Another inch as the halfway point, the thickest
point of Officer Jones' big dick, entered and stretched the boy's ass
muscle.
	"Maybe not."
	"What about this?" the man demanded as he rammed the rest of his
cop stick into Steve's guts, grinding his hairy pubes hard against the
swollen, sensitive lips of his ass-pussy, pressing hard into his ass with
his thick, meaty thighs.
	"Oh God! No! No! Not as big as you! Oh fuck me! Fuck me with your
big cock! Please! Please! Fuck me haaard!"
	Jones slowly dragged his cock out of the tight, grabbing flesh
tunnel until once again only the glans and its prominent flange was lodged
just inside. "What about his fuck... partner? How big is his cock?" he
asked as he slowly pushed his cock back into Steve's hungry hole. "Does he
have a big cock like me and the sergeant?"
	"It's not thick, but it's long and hard," Steve panted as the big
cop began to quicken the pace of his fucking. "Oh yeah! That's what I need!
Fuck me! Fuck me hard with that big, thick cop cock! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me!
Fuck me!" he groaned as his fucker turned into a ramming, pounding fuck
machine, pistoning in and out with hard, deep strokes.
	For the next ten or fifteen minutes the only sounds in the
storeroom were the grunts of the hard-fucking policeman and the moans and
pleading for "harder" from the writhing boy under him.
	Suddenly, Officer Jones rared up ripping his hard, slimy cock out
of the hole he had been pounding. "Up! Up on all fours," he demanded as he
pulled Steve up and forced him over. In seconds the position was changed to
stud dog breeding his welcoming in-heat bitch. "I'm gonna breed you like
the bitch slut you are. I'm gonna service you and fill you up with my
thick, hot cop cum," he grunted as he fucked in and out of Steve's cunt,
his big, hard, hairy body bent over, pressing down on the boy's smooth
back. "Gonna fill you with my sperm, fill your guts with my
baby-makers. Too bad you can't make babies for me. It'd be hot to see your
flat, muscled belly swell up, get bigger and bigger as my babies grew
inside of you. See you squeeze little Perrys out of your ass-cunt!" the big
policeman grunted into Steve's ear as he pounded away.
	Steve's moans were so loud they could be heard by Greg and Roger on
the other side of the thin wall separating the storeroom from the
concession area. The two men grinned at one another. Fortunately there
weren't any customers standing around. It was the lull between the
afternoon and the early evening.
	The pounding increased in intensity. Steve's moans of "Yes! Yes!
Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" joined by Officer Jones' grunts as he increased
the speed of his fucking filled the room. The weight of his body and the
force of his fucking caused Steve to fall to the floor, his chest and belly
pressed into the rough boards, his hard cock smashed in between as his
fucker continued to pound in and out of his pussy.
	Steve could only moan as Officer Jones pounded into his guts harder
and harder and his own cock erupted under him. Then, "Fuck! Fuck! Cumming!
Gonna fill you up! Noooow! Fuck! Fuuuccck!" and then silence except for
heavy breathing.
	A few moments and the naked policeman got up and began looking for
his cast-off clothing. Steve scrambled up and said, "Wait! I've got to
clean you off. A good whore always cleans her man after he fucks her."
Jones stood with his hands on his hips looking down with a big grin on his
face as he watched the teen-aged slut gobble down his big, soft hunk of cop
meat sucking and licking until he pulled off and looked into the handsome
man's eyes. "There! All cleaned up!"
	He jumped up and handed the policeman his briefs and t-shirt. Then
his shirt and pants. Kneeling down he helped him into his socks and
shoes. While Officer Jones straightened down his clothes, Steve picked up
his duty belt with all its attachments: the gun, handcuffs, flashlight,
baton, ammunition box. He ran his hands over the black leather
accoutrements.
	"Be careful, there are things there that could hurt a guy."
	"What?"
	"The gun for one."
	"The only gun I'm interested in has already shot its bullets."
	Laughing Jones said, "the flashlight, the baton; they can be
dangerous. They can hurt a guy."
	"I've already felt your hard stick and the flashlight's not as
thick as what you had shoved up my butt," Steve said with a laugh. "Next
time you fuck me, I want you to wear your belt."
	"There's gonna be a next time?" Jones said as he buckled on the
belt.
	"I hope so," Steve said as the policeman opened the door and
stepped out.
	A minute later, Greg came in through the door. "Roger tells me you
had a big day at the pool, and he gave you a fucking he hopes you'll
remember when he's gone. And we could both hear what you were getting from
Officer Jones."
	"Yeah, it's been a rough, but really good, day. I guess my ass is a
little bit sore, but I'm ready, willing and able to give you whatever you
want. You've got a great dick, Greg, and you really know how to use it."
	"That's what my wife says, and, speaking of my wife, she's gonna be
looking forward to a real good fuck tonight to help her forget she's got to
start back teaching tomorrow. So, I thought a really slow, good blowjob
would be what I need to relax from the day, but not get tired out. How's
that sound?" he said as he opened his shorts and pulled out his already
hard cock.
	"My pleasure," Steve said as he dropped to his knees and took the
hard shaft all the way down for a quick throat massage before pulling
off. As Greg leaned against the counter, Steve worked at giving him the
best cock-suck he knew how. He made love to the knob, lapping out the
free-flowing cock-honey. After kissing, licking, and sucking up and down
the thick shaft, he gobbled down and slurped up Greg's hairy ballbag,
giving loving attention to the soft hair-covered skin and the two big orbs
inside. Then he moved back to the base of the cock and slurped around in
the mat of cock hairs before moving up with loving slurps to the leaking
head.
	He spent the next thirty minutes making hot, sexy love to the older
man's meaty cock, keeping him on edge. Every time he sensed Greg was
nearing orgasm, he would pull off and go back down to his balls and even
working down, after forcing Greg to spread his legs wider apart, into the
musky dampness below his bag.
	He had Greg moaning and groaning for release before he finally
moved up to his turgid pole for the final time, kissing and slurping,
licking and sucking, before he finally took it down into his gullet and
gave it a massage with his throat muscles that brought forth a huge,
gushing flood of cum down into his belly. He pulled off partly to take the
last spurts in his mouth as he softly sucked and caressed with his tongue
while the man came down from his high and slowly stopped shaking. As the
cock in his mouth slowly shrank into softness, Steve continued to make love
to it.
	Finally he pulled off and allowed it to drop down to hang in front
of his scrotum. But that wasn't the end. As the older man's breathing
slowly returned to normal, Steve licked up and down the soft meat and over
and under the heavy bag until all traces of cum, throat slime and saliva
were cleaned up. He sat back on his heels and smiled up at the concession
stand owner.
	"Was that good?"
	"Fuck yeah. I wish you could come over and give lessons to my
wife!"
	"Sorry! No woman could ever give as good a blowjob as another guy."
	Greg waited as Steve pulled on his clothes, what little there was
of them! And the two went out to the front. Roger and Officer Jones were
talking and laughing with one another. There were still few people in the
park and none around the stand.
	"I'd better be getting home. My Mom will be wondering where I
am. I've been gone since this morning," Steve said as he started to lift
the counter top.
	"Wait," said Roger. "Give me your phone." Steve dug in the pocket
of his cargo shorts and handed his phone to the college-bound young man. He
pushed some buttons and there was a ringing from his pocket. "There, I have
your number and I've put my number in yours. I'll call you if I come home
for something and we maybe can get together. I want another go at that
ass!"
	Steve grinned as he took his phone back. "And I want another go
with that big college-boy cock of yours." He said as he ducked under the
counter.
	"Don't forget about us," Greg said. "I'll be here another couple of
months before we close down, and Officer Jones will be here most afternoons
when he's off duty."
	Steve grinned as he got on his bicycle and headed home. `Another
sexy older man and another policeman!' he thought as he headed out of the
park.