“This’ll really turn your ass on, Jim,” Howard assured me in the dead-pan manner that a sexual researcher might use to a volunteer who had let himself be wired for sound so that his responses during orgasm could be recorded by laboratory equipment. “Then, later, once I get hard again, I’ll fuck you and you can decide for yourself which is better—this rubber cock or the real thing.”
He grinned, and gave the greased-up dildo to his partner, who promptly took over.
“Sit facing me, man,” Manny instructed me. “Put your legs around my hips, and I’ll fit mine around your waist. Yeah, like this. We need to get nice and close to each other. That way, once the rubber prick is in us, we can rock back and forth, and we can rub our own hard dicks together and kiss each other all we want. That always feels really hot, and I can guarantee you’ll like it. Now, use just the tips of your fingers to hold my asshole wide open—that’s right—while I fit the head of this damn thing between my buttocks and press it against my pucker and, oh Christ!—I can start to push it inside—!”
I watched in fascinated disbelief as the head of one half of the double phallus and part of the thick rubber shaft vanished up Manny’s butch ass. It seemed to slide right up inside the blond man’s tight anal canal without any difficulty at all. The look on Manny’s face suggested that the insertion was anything but painful. And Manny was a bit less sturdily built than I was, so it couldn’t be so bad, I reasoned.
“Help me get my half in me,” I demanded, suddenly eager to experience this weird new sensation, this exotic variation of perverse pleasure. Howard, who was kneeling behind me on the mattress, his hand resting familiarly on my shoulder, watching Manny push the dildo up his ass, chuckled.
“Spread open your ass cheeks with your hands and I’ll put it in,” Manny offered. “But make sure you tell me if it hurts. Don’t worry, though. I’ll do it slowly.”
The blunt rubber tip of the thick dildo pressed against my anal opening, shoving my ass lips apart, forcing the inner folds of protective tissue aside, chafing the lining of the asshole despite the heavy coating of slippery lubricant. I gasped and suppressed a shiver of anxiety as the fake cock was eased up into my yielding body, sending dizzying spasms of pleasurable pain up my spine.
My sphincter was already being stretched unusually wide open. I experienced a hot, tingling, burning sensation, which was painful but perversely pleasurable at the same time. There wasn’t any doubt about it. I was definitely about to get fucked!
“You okay?” Manny asked.
I nodded. “So far. But damn, it’s thick!”
“Ready for more?”
“Yeah.” I supposed I was as ready as I’d ever be.
Howard reached around me to caress my pecs and toy with my cock and balls, relaxing me, making it easier for me to accept this bizarre violation of my cringing butthole. I forced myself to go limp and my anal muscles to relax as more and more of the hard-rubber prick penetrated me.
God! What an incredible feeling of fullness and displacement and friction that sex toy generated inside my ass! It was harder than any real dick could be. It was stiffer—thicker—longer. I groaned as the massive head pushed its way still deeper into my rectum.
My initial astonishment yielded to a sudden panic, but Howard’s strong arms held me fast and—despite my half-involuntary struggles—Manny kept thrusting more inches of the solid rubber cock up into his new fuck buddy’s tender anal tunnel. There seemed to be no end to the fucking thing. Inch after torturing inch of huge, hard dildo pushed inside me, filling and stretching wide open my traumatized ass.
“Uhhhhh—!” I sputtered, as sheer agony tore through my ravaged flesh for a moment, blinding me with raw, red pain.
This must be what getting fist-fucked was like, I thought—this bizarre, unbelievable sensation of my entire lower body being stuffed full of rigid dick and wrenched apart by it.
But then all of my half of the dildo was shoved up into my asshole at last, and the agony subsided by degrees. Within seconds, it was replaced by a wild hunger for fucking such as I had never experienced with a real cock inside me!
I looked down and gasped at the sight of how half of that immense object was buried in me, at how my sphincter muscle was stretched and distorted into a thin circle of pink flesh surrounding the rubber shaft.
But the dildo was so thick that the part of the shaft that ran between our two bodies, connecting them, pressed up continually against our balls and the undersides of our cocks, flattening and rubbing against and stimulating our genitals in a way that no real penis could. The pressure and chafing was truly relentless—but it felt fantastic.
Groaning, I tried to move my hips, tried to fuck myself on the artificial cock. Somewhat to my surprise, I could! It moved freely, though torturously, within me, and the level of arousal that now fired my loins was so intense it was scarcely tolerable.
Manny, obviously well acquainted with the special properties of the obscene-looking sex device, was already going wild, humping the rubber cock furiously, letting the dildo all but pop out of his ass and then forcing his body to accept its full, plunging length once more, in a single reckless thrust.
In and out, in and out—the phony phallus stabbed in and out of his anus, each insertion and partial withdrawal resulting in a similar fucking movement of the other half of the dildo within my ass. We were rocking steadily back and forth on the creaking mattress in the way Manny had proposed.
Howard rocked with us, the front of his body pressed against my back as I let my head fall back onto Howard’s shoulder, my hair tumbling across the cop’s red-flushed face and tangling with his own sweat-soaked brownish-gray locks.
Howard was pinching my tits, each wrench making my anal muscles nip at the dildo I was screwing myself with. I clawed at Manny’s own jutting pectoral mounds for support as Manny slammed his rear end down against the instrument we were sharing between us. It was now a contest to see which man could take his half of the rubber cock faster—harder—deeper.
“God damn! I’m getting hard just watching you two crazy motherfuckers fuck yourselves on that big rubber dick,” Howard shouted hoarsely.
I groaned in reply, aware of Howard’s resuscitated erection pressing against the small of my back. It felt huge as it rubbed over my sweaty skin and Howard’s hot breath was panted against my ear.
“Jesus! Jesus Christ—I can’t wait! I can’t fucking wait!” Howard exclaimed.
Though I wasn’t sure what the big guy meant, I quickly found out. Howard groped for the pump bottle of lubricant on the nightstand beside the bed. He pumped out a generous glob of the gel onto his blunt fingertips and he rubbed it all over his aching cock, grunting with pleasure as his touching himself obviously afforded him some measure of relief from his erotic tensions.
I realized that Howard was pulling my firm, plugged ass cheeks farther apart with both his hands and that the cold slippery lube was being smeared into the gap between my buttocks by Howard’s gripping fingers.
At first I assumed that Howard was merely trying to help me keep my half of the dildo inside my ass. But then I heard the familiar sound of a condom packet being torn open. Next, something hard and slippery nudged me below my coccyx, in the crack of my ass just above where the rubber cock was lunging wildly in and out of my taut-stretched hole.
And then, incredibly, I felt Howard trying to jam the blunt head of his slicked-up prick into my asshole from behind! Howard was trying to get his cock in there, next to the dildo!
I yelped as the massive solidity of Howard’s flesh-and-blood organ forced my sphincter still wider open and it slid deep into my already full anus. Now I was being fucked twice over—stuffed, willy-nilly, with both real and artificial cock—ripped right open by the devastating combination of Howard’s ruthless, demanding hard-on and that rubber monstrosity I already had jammed up into my ass.
Howard gripped my hips and thrust himself brutally into that well-fucked ass of mine. My seared sphincter yielded suddenly a
nd the cop’s cock tore right into my anus, ramming deep into the tunnel until its full length was pressed against the shaft of the dildo, both tools lodged securely between my shuddering, convulsing rectal walls.
Howard began to fuck me with the same long, steady strokes that the dildo was making. I moaned and yowled while I was taken that way, with the most sensitive part of my body violated twice over, doubly fucked.
But then—once again—the agonizing discomfort faded away, as a ferocious sexual need was kindled deep in my anus and blew up quickly into a blazing bonfire of lust.
I was astonished by how responsive my asshole had become. I was, surprisingly, now more acutely aware of Howard’s cock inside me than of the larger and longer dildo. My ass seemed to be lined with raw nerve endings, all of them crackling and tingling with a dangerous overload of erotic energy.
My body seemed to respond to the slightest beat of Howard’s pulse in a swollen vein along the guy’s shaft—and the horny stud’s every deep thrust within my butt sent me into a nirvana of the most intense sexual feeling I had ever known.
God! I had thought that being blown by Manny was the limit, the best sex I’d ever had. And then, subsequently, I’d thought that sucking Howard’s big cock was even better. Taking turns screwing my two fellow cops, and being screwed by them, was thrilling, too. But ultimately, it was now obvious to me that fucking myself with the dildo was the ultimate, the wildest, hot test sex trip of all. But now this new thrill wiped the others out of my memory completely.
I threw my ass back against my stud fucker’s groin and tightened my anal muscles to please him while he took me from behind as though we were both the bestial, shameless, wholly sensual creatures we were acting like.
“Oh, Howard, fuck me. Fuck my ass! Shove your big fat dick up my hole and fuck it, hard! And you, Manny! Ram that rubber cock up my ass, don’t be so fucking greedy, stop trying to keep the whole damn thing for yourself! Yeah, play with my tits, guys. Squeeze ‘em, pinch ‘em—do it harder, harder. Go ahead, bruise the fuckers! Christ! I think I’m going to come again! And I must’ve already shot off a quart of cum tonight. I don’t know if I can take much more of this, men. My ass, my ass—your big cock in my ass! Fucking me! Yeah, man, fuck me, fuck me some more…more, more!”
My impassioned cries for cock turned to raw howls of sexual frenzy as the combined stimulation of the dildo and Howard’s potent dick pummeling my ass simultaneously overwhelmed me. A fuck-convulsion shook my battered body from head to foot, only to be succeeded by another—and another, each pre-orgasmic spasm seeming to begin in intensity where its predecessor had left off.
The excitement mounted until it was unbearable. But I was forced endure it. I had no choice!
My thighs gripped the dildo to keep it firmly implanted in my ass as my cock twitched again and again, exactly as though it were ejaculating, although no semen actually came out. Maybe I had been fucked dry already and I couldn’t come any more. Not ever!
But I was determined to try, even if the rash attempt killed me. I tightened my anal muscles desperately and squeezed Howard’s cock as hard as I could while the big stud cop worked that thick fuck pole rapidly, violently, back and forth within my tight, hot anal channel, fucking it and fucking it.
At last Howard flung his head back and grunted like a stuck boar when the stimulation became overpowering, too much even for a man with his extraordinary sexual stamina. Groaning, he crushed me back against his chest with both arms while his cock spat its juices deep into my brutalized asshole.
That gigantic dick fired its hot load into my anus. My end of the dildo, wet and slippery with the melted grease and the cum that Howard was pouring out over it, slid even more rapidly in and out of my manhole. Manny, anally impaled on the other end of the long curved instrument of erotic torture, his eyes closed, his mouth open and panting, fell forward and collapsed against my torso while his own orgasm hit him. Howard pumped the rest of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of warm semen up my ass. All of these wild, perversely thrilling new sensations melted into one blur of steamy sexual excitement and ecstasy. My senses reeling, I prepared to abandon myself completely and unreservedly to what I knew was going to be the most intense ejaculation I’d experienced yet. It promised, or rather it threatened, to be a climax of near-fatal proportions. One that would propel me, by its devastating effects upon my body and mind, to discard my former naïve notions about sex and re-define sex from the ground up.
As I surrendered himself, body and soul, to this sublime yet terrible ecstasy, I opened my mouth and triumphantly screamed out my passion for the whole world to hear and envy.
“Fuck me, both of you, fuck my ass, my ass! God damn! I wish I had a cock in my mouth, too, down my throat, so I could suck it off while yours fills my rear end, Howard…while you shove that big rubber prick in and out of my shit hole, Manny! While both of you studs fuck me! I’m coming, I can feel it building up in my balls, guys! I’m coming again! And again! And—oh, Christ—again!”
Chapter Twelve
Things Start to Heat Up
I was certainly coming up in the world. Howard and Manny were no longer just occasional fuck buddies, but had become close friends of mine. Bit by bit, by imperceptible degrees, the other officers at the precinct had begun to accept me as one of them. I was no longer considered a rookie. Except by Ducati. To him, I was still the new kid on the block. In his mind, I would probably always be that.
His attitude toward me was protective—it was paternal, in a way, which could be considered kind of kinky, in light of the fact that I definitely had a hard-on for the guy.
I passed my probation period, which was an important milestone in my career.
I was also making a lot more money than I had at my previous job with the security firm. Once I passed probation, I relaxed a little when it came to spending money. The first major expenditure I permitted myself was moving into a new apartment, in a better neighborhood.
All this time, my relationship with Ducati had remained strictly professional, and platonic. This state of affairs couldn’t last indefinitely. Our intentions might have been honorable, but our libidos were bound to assert themselves, sooner or later.
One morning, Ducati and I had no sooner started our shift than a torrential rain descended. It kept up, on and off, throughout most of the day.
The bad weather was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it encouraged people to stay indoors, if they could. As a result, there was little activity on the streets. On the other hand, having so few calls to respond to made our shift seem interminable. It was boring to drive around, watching the world through the steady back-and-forth swipes of the windshield wipers.
Our only real diversion took place near the end of our shift. In the city’s commercial district there was a side street which made a steep downward incline as it went under a railway overpass. We got a call about flooding in the area. Sure enough, the heavy rainfall had transformed the sloping pavement into a water slide, with a deep pool under the overpass.
We parked our patrol car with its lights flashing. Then we got out and redirected traffic until one of the highway department’s trucks showed up and its crew blocked off the street at either end and put up detour signs. In the process, Ducati and I got drenched. We had raingear stashed in the car, but the garments did only so much to repel the water.
Ducati did some cheerful cursing as we drove in search of some hot coffee to warm us up. We stopped at a coffee shop, then continued to drive around, sipping the brew from the paper cups.
We were really just killing time until we’d be off the clock. I checked my watch. We had only fifteen minutes to go. I prayed that we wouldn’t receive a last-minute call.
We didn’t.
“Time to head back to the station,” Ducati said.
“Yeah, thank God. It’s been a long day.” I picked up the radio and told the dispatcher we were logging off.
“I can’t wait to get home and get these fucking wet clothes of
f,” Ducati growled. “Hey, you got any plans for tonight?”
“No, nothing in particular.”
“That surprises me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You’ve been seeing a lot of those two clowns, Blanco and Petrie, haven’t you?”
“I don’t know if I’d call it a lot. They’re all right. They’ve gone out of their way to be nice to me, which is more than I can say about some of the guys.”
I’d intended that last bit to be a none-too-subtle dig, but Ducati was oblivious.
“And I bet you’ve gone out of your way to be nice to them, too,” he said.
“I like them.”
“You’d better be careful. You’re going to end up getting yourself a reputation as the precinct whore.”
“Oh, I think I still have a long way to go before I have to worry about that,” I retorted. “After all, I’m not the one who already has a reputation as the precinct’s asshole bandit in residence.”
“Who said that about me?”
“What makes you think it was a reference to you?”
“Don’t be cute. Come on, who made that crack?”
“It was either Petrie or Blanco, as a matter of fact. I forget which.”
“Figures. Goddamn cock suckers!”
“All four of us are cock suckers, if you want to be technical about it. So I don’t see much difference it makes which of us is the most promiscuous.”
He grunted. “Well, you do whatever you want to, kid. Whatever turns you on. As long as—”
“What?”
“Nothing. I was going to give you a little unsolicited advice, that’s all.”
“Oh. So go ahead and give it to me. Consider yourself solicited.”
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