A Thing for Cops

by Roland Graeme

The hot blond cop was sucking my cock with a subtlety and skill that most of my previous sex partners had only approximated. I felt my semen stirring deep within my pelvis—in my balls—and in the core of my tingling, overexcited, mouth-loved cock, as the other man’s soft, wet lips and insidious, tireless tongue teased my tool to the verge of ejaculation more rapidly than I had ever thought possible.

  Although I had instinctively thrust my head between Manny’s sturdy thighs, I couldn’t help hesitating a moment before starting to blow him in return. I was afraid that going down on Manny would distract me from the incredible sensations that being sucked by the blond stud were giving me.

  But even as I stared—torn between desire and anxiety—at Manny’s blond groin area and hard, throbbing dick, I felt the first shock of ejaculation rocketing through my own body. I forgot all about being embarrassed as I came, violently, inside Manny’s greedily slurping mouth.

  I raked the sheets with my fingers, tossing my legs high into the air, my ass cheeks tensing, my mouth open, while cries and whimpers of stunned fulfillment burst from my lips and my cum flooded the sucking stud’s throat again and again.

  Sweat bedewed my thrashing body as Manny used his weight to hold me down on the bed. I shot and shot as the other man’s tongue and teeth and lips worked on my exploding prick nonstop, teasing it, tormenting me, satisfying me as I had never been drained by an act of oral sex before.

  With a final cry of passion, I took the plunge into depravity. I seized Manny’s beautiful tight buttocks to hold the blond’s pelvis steady, and pressed my face against Manny’s crotch. My tongue slid over the other stud’s hairy balls, licking them, before I opened my mouth wide and sucked both nuts deep inside it.

  In Manny’s state of acute arousal, my clumsy but frenziedly enthusiastic efforts to satisfy him seemed to excite him more than a more experienced partner might have done. He renewed his own oral exertions around my depleted prick.

  We rolled about on the mussed bed clothes, my darker complexion contrasting vividly with Manny’s tawny-tanned skin as we writhed together, each with an insatiable mouth glued around the knob of the other’s thick prick.

  My heavy chest heaved with the effort it cost me to fill my lungs with air, and my hips jerked as I worked my well-cushioned ass in a deliberate attempt to excite the two other men, but especially Howard, by letting him compare my solid masculine charms to his partner’s slimmer, almost boyish physique.

  And I succeeded. If my audience of one wasn’t applauding, it was only because his hands were otherwise occupied at the moment.

  Howard had quickly lost his studied cool as the lewd gay spectacle we were presenting unfolded before his eyes. He grunted with vicarious satisfaction when I came in Manny’s hot, sucking mouth. And then he sank back in his chair, panting and sweating despite the comfortable temperature of the bedroom and his own virtual nudity.

  Howard’s cock had sprung to full erection and the thin fabric of his underpants threatened to burst at any moment if the pressure wasn’t relieved. So the big, burly cop shoved his briefs down to let his turgid cock and balls pop out.

  “Suck those cocks, you bastards,” Howard spat out coarsely, the contemptuous, leering tone in his voice only exciting the two of us more as we scaled the heights of homosexual ecstasy in each other’s embrace, our mouths pumping up and down on one another’s creaming cocks, our hands fondling balls and buttocks and pecs as sweat lubricated our enmeshed flesh. “Suck them! Suck them good!”

  Howard spat into the palm of his right hand and closed it tightly around his bloated shaft. I heard him grunting with satisfaction as he made the first instinctive masturbating motions, his fist sliding up to the crown of his solid hard-on, stretching the foreskin—then returning to the base of the thick cock with a rapid milking motion that no doubt sent hot waves of pleasure rippling through his perineum muscle and his balls—and even through his puckered, constricting asshole. I knew what he must be feeling. I’d jerked myself that violently myself on many occasions, when I was simply too aroused, too eager to come, to prolong the pleasure I was giving myself.

  “Ah—fuck!” Howard gasped, only half aloud, as he added the delights of jacking off to the thrill of watching me and Manny going down on each other on the bed, only a yard or so away from his chair.

  The husky dude spread his legs wider, planting his bare feet on the smooth wooden floorboards to brace himself as his whole body tensed and his fist sped up its tempo while it milked his fuck tool more roughly.

  One of the things Howard told me afterward was that he had been enjoying so much uninhibited sex lately with Manny and with a variety of other partners, either singly or in tandem, that he actually couldn’t recall the last time he’d had to resort to masturbation.

  Now, as he attacked his hard-on with all the enthusiasm of a horny young schoolboy who’d just discovered the joys of self-abuse, Howard wondered why he hadn’t shown himself a good time like this more often lately! As he put it during our subsequent discussion, “There’s no trick that can compare to your own trusty right hand. It’s always in the mood, it knows exactly to get the job done, and you don’t even have to talk to it afterward.”

  After long, exciting minutes, all three of the participants in our private drama of erotic excess could take no more without proceeding to still wilder—yet ultimately more satisfying—activities. I broke away from Manny with a gasp, flinging myself over the bed at full length. Manny refused to relinquish his grip on my hips, but went right on sucking on my sensitive prick nonstop. His mouth was sheer torment!

  “Damn it, Manny! You fucker! Stop it! If you keep that up I’m going to come—again!” I cried. “Christ! It’s almost too fucking much! My cock feels like it’s been dipped in liquid fire, man. That hot cock sucking mouth of yours is driving me wild. Your mouth and your tongue—aw, Jesus! Suck me! Suck my cock! I want to shoot again, and I’m almost there. Come on, Manny! Swallow my dick, work on it, man. Suck it good and hard! Make it come—!”

  If I may be so immodest as to speculate about such things, then I’d be willing to bet that I made quite a sexy sight. There I was, squirming on the bed like a freshly caught eel. I was stark naked, my sweaty, disheveled hair pushed back from my hot, flushed face, and my mouth was wide open and spouting obscenities. I begged Manny to finish sucking me off. My strong thighs quivered with tension as Manny knelt between them. I could look down and see his own tawny-gold hair tumbling down to half-conceal what his mouth was doing to my meat. But of course I couldn’t just see it. I could feel it, as well. Manny sucked and sucked and sucked, with greedy, shameless slurping noises and deep gulps for breath. Hell, I flattered myself that our lewd performance would have been too much for any third man to watch for long, before he gave it to the urge to participate himself. It certainly seemed to be all too much for Howard!

  I was getting off on his voyeurism, on the fact that he was watching us—and by his undisguised, mounting excitement at what he saw. I had no difficulty putting myself in his place and seeing us through his eyes.

  By now, I was fully attuned to his body and its responses. I was sure he could feel his prick pulsating within his fist extra hard as his own climax approached, and if he was as smart a dude as I thought he was, he had no intentions of letting his cum go to waste. Not when his partner and I were both within easy reach and more than willing to help out a third horny guy.

  Howard got to his feet clumsily and stepped out of his underpants. Then, staggering toward the bed, he pulled the tank top over his head, letting his hair fall back about his face in disorder as he knelt on the edge of the mattress. His hard-on was once again grasped in his fist, and his naked body glowed with sweat and a flush of intense sexual heat.

  He seized me by the back of my neck, his fingers tangling through my sweaty hair, and pulled my head down to his crotch, forcing me to twist my upper body so that I could blow him at the proper angle while the other cop’s oral ministrations brought me off.

  “Suck i
t, rookie,” he commanded. “Suck that cop cock. You know you want to!”

  Eagerly, I wet my dry lips with my tongue and closed them firmly around the head of Howard’s throbbing dick. I sucked more than half of that immense organ straight into my mouth, and the stud nearly exploded on the spot!

  He was hung bigger than most of the guys I had recently blown, and I had to strain my jaws apart to get my mouth open wide enough to accommodate him. Then, too, I was so excited by what Manny’s tongue was doing to me, by the tremendous ejaculation I could feel building up in my own swollen balls, that it was difficult for me to control my breathing and take Howard’s cock easily down into my throat.

  I gagged and choked as I struggled manfully to get that huge hard-on into the proper position to deep-throat it. It wasn’t easy. But I was determined to blow Howard and to blow him well, so I ignored my momentary discomfort.

  The rest of Howard’s prick disappeared into my mouth and descended into my gullet inch by inch, almost making me lose consciousness as all of that solid meat blocked off my breath altogether—until I managed by sheer, desperate trial and error to find a way to work it in and out of my throat, snatching quick, shallow breaths every time I could.

  Howard caressed my body intimately while my head bobbed frantically up and down in his lap and Manny brought his own oral efforts to their inevitable conclusion between my jerking thighs.

  “Yeah, that’s a good boy,” Howard crooned. “That’s how to take care of Daddy’s cock! Keep sucking it, boy. Keep sucking that dick!”

  I sucked it—eagerly, desperately.

  But it wasn’t long before I felt my entire body being convulsed by a phallic explosion that made my previous orgasm seem like a feeble twitch by comparison. My cock spurted a steady stream of rich, pungent fuck-fluids into Manny’s thirsty mouth while Manny—gasping loudly between sucks and gulps, his broad shoulders shaking—used his own hand to bring himself off at the same moment. He fisted his dick repeatedly with hard, rough strokes until it too shot off in a torrent of sperm, drenching the sweaty sheets we three were lying on.

  “Take it, boy—drink me—that’s right, rookie, you suck me dry, take it all!” Howard commanded, as he felt his cock jerk and tremble deep within the saliva-wetted tunnel of my throat. “Suck me off, Jim—swallow it all right down, taste my hot cum. Don’t you dare take that hot cock sucking mouth of yours away from my cock until you’ve sucked down all of my cream, rookie —every salty drop!”

  As though I, in my overheated, sexed-up condition, had any intention of doing otherwise—even if Howard’s gushing cum choked me to death! I let out a deep, brazen grunt of passion when I felt the first slick, salty wad of the horny bastard’s thick semen filling my throat.

  I let half of Howard’s piston slip up out of my throat, keeping my lips tightly sealed around the head, however, so that I could taste the stud’s spurts upon my tongue while I flicked it over the spitting glans of the penis, rubbing it sensuously.

  I held my breath and used my mouth on Howard’s frenulum, working my cum-slippery lips rapidly to and fro on the upper part of that thick column to increase the intensity of Howard’s orgasm. The big man came and came, flooding my mouth and throat with the warm, trickling jets of his potent male seed.

  Sweat broke out all over his shivering body while he pumped the last spurts of his sex sauce between my milking lips. At last I had to open my mouth wider, to grab a quick, deep breath. Howard’s dick slipped out of my grip and struck my cheek, splattering my face with the last few drops of sticky spunk.

  With a moan, I stuck out my tongue to lick clean the softening cock that now swung, depleted, in front of Howard’s relaxed, emptied balls. The musky odor of a man’s crotch after sex filled my nostrils as I sagged down on the bed, clinging to his muscular thighs for support.

  I sensed that Manny was sliding alongside me, kissing my pecs and my tits, using his hand where his tongue had been only seconds before, arousing my prick yet again from the languor that inevitably followed a debilitating orgasm.

  Howard bent down, took my face between his hands, and, raising it, kissed me on the mouth. His tongue explored the warm interior of my panting mouth, tasting the cum which he had just shot into it.

  Then Howard broke the kiss and laughed, his dark eyes—now warm and relaxed from sex—only inches from my orgasm-dazed ones. I buried my face in his sweaty chest and let him stroke my upper body with both hands while we clung together.

  During our embrace, Manny wasn’t idle. He continued to masturbate me, while my breath came and went in labored gasps, my body tensing from time to time in involuntary response to this relentless stimulation.

  I didn’t realize that one ejaculation wasn’t enough for this oversexed cop. As far as he was concerned, we were just getting started.

  “Fuck me, rookie,” Manny groaned, reaching for a tube of lubricant that sat waiting on the nightstand beside the bed, squeezing a glob of it onto his fingers, and plunging them shamelessly between his buns, massaging the lubricant into his puckered asshole. “Get it hard again and fuck me with it, man!”

  “Yeah, give it to him. You’re going to love plugging my partner’s tight little ass,” Howard promised, as he toyed with my swollen, inflamed tits. “And I’m going to love watching you do it!”

  “I just came, for God’s sake. I don’t know if I can keep it hard, so soon,” I warned.

  “Bullshit,” Howard retorted. “Look at that dick of yours. It’s not going to go down soon. Now, you get a rubber and some lube on that motherfucker, rookie, and you pound my partner’s ass. And that’s an order, mister!”

  “Yes, sir,” I quickly replied.

  As all three of us quickly rearranged our bodies so that I could sandwich myself between the two hot cops, I wondered if we were ever going to stop fucking and sucking. I certainly hoped not!

  Chapter Eleven

  A Doubleheader

  After that memorable evening, I became a frequent visitor to the other two cops’ place. We became free with one another’s bodies. It wasn’t long before Manny and Howard introduced me to some of their favorite sex toys.

  One night when I was the two men’s guest, I couldn’t seem to get enough of being fucked. They’d both taken turns reaming out my butt. I’d ejaculated, but afterward, my sphincter was still twitching hotly with desire. I wanted some more cop cock in me. I wanted to feel Howard fucking my ass again with that ruthless male prong of his, and then I wanted him to pull out of me and let his buddy Manny take over. But I knew that all three of us were pretty well fucked out for the time being. We would probably need a little rest before any of us would be ready to sustain an erection or ejaculate again.

  Howard had his own ideas about how to pass the time in the interval. He kissed me, quite passionately. Gently, he released me, then he got off the bed, and fumbled in a bureau drawer.

  Manny took advantage of having me all to himself for a moment by embracing and kissing me all over. I was pleased to find myself responding so whole-heartedly to my fellow cop in front of his partner, without hesitation or embarrassment. This was real sexual freedom—the ability to do whatever you wanted, to help yourself to whichever body you desired—to break all of the stupid old taboos.

  As the evening turned out, it was a good thing I was feeling so open-minded!

  “It looks as though Howard has a special treat in store for us tonight,” Manny said.

  “Yeah?” I asked. “And what might that be?”

  “I want to watch the two of you fucking each other with this,” Howard announced. He sat on the bed again and deposited an object in my lap.

  I gaped at the huge double-headed dildo. Of course, I knew what it was, and what it was used for. I’d often seen such sex toys advertised in gay magazines and on display in porno shops, and I had snickered in prurient disbelief at the thought of how two lesbians or two gay men who were heavily into getting fucked might make good use of such an accessory. But actually to use so grotesque-looking
a device myself? To take it up my own ass? That was quite a different matter.

  I owned a battery-operated vibrator, in fact, but I only used it occasionally, to stimulate my cock and balls during masturbation. I had to admit that my self-induced orgasms were usually more intense during such sessions. So now I felt both curiosity and apprehension at the prospect of shoving an artificial dick up into my delicate anal opening. But if Manny and Howard had done it before, and they said it was okay, then I might just be willing to take the risk.

  “Do you two really use this thing?” I asked.

  “All the time,” Howard boasted.

  “Both of you at once?”

  “That’s what it’s designed for,” Howard pointed out.

  “Yeah, it can come in real handy, especially after we’ve fucked each other silly with our own dicks,” Manny confirmed. “Unlike a couple of flesh-and-blood cocks I could name, these two are always in the mood, and they never have any trouble staying hard.”

  “Doesn’t it hurt?” I asked timidly. And, no doubt, rather naïvely. Of course it must hurt!

  The dildo was enormous. It was curved slightly, so that it could be inserted at the appropriate angle, and the hard-rubber shaft had to be three or four inches in diameter. The twin ends, shaped exactly like a pair of real cock heads, were even larger, with blunt, rounded tips. Where the two halves met there was a protruding ridge to separate them. The whole thing looked more like a weapon or a torture device than a mere erotic plaything.

  “Yeah, Manny and I use it all the time,” Howard said. “It’s good for developing your anal muscles, so that you become a better fuck, because you can’t help clamping down on it and squeezing down hard once it’s in you. With plenty of lubrication, it doesn’t hurt a bit—unless you want it to, of course,” he added, with a sly, mocking wink.

  As he spoke, Howard was already smearing his lubrication of choice over both of the heads and shafts of the artificial double dick. Curiosity led me to take the large plastic pump bottle from him and inspect its label. It was a thick silicone-based gel designed especially for use with sex toys. The label included a warning to the effect that the stuff was so slippery, the consumer was advised to clean up any spills promptly in order to avoid accidents.