I also noticed that Alejandro, who was still whimpering on the floor from the blows he’d taken, had suddenly transformed back into the submissive bottom bitch I had always known him to be. That really fucked me up. If there was one time when could have really used a crazed Alejandro to rely on, it was now.
The cops shifted their attention to Vigna and walked over to him. The really rugged looking cop seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. “Well, what do we have here,” he said, pointing at Vigna. “I’ve been waiting to see this faggot tied up for a long time.” Both the cops laughed and looked down at their humiliated colleague. From the look in his eyes, it was clear that he knew he was in deep shit. The blond-haired cop removed Vigna’s gag.
“Come on you guys, let me free,” Alejandro begged. “Let me get my revenge on these two faggots. You don’t even know all these hit they’ve put me through.”
The bald-headed cop laughed. “And we don’t give a shit either. And besides, we’ve got more in store for you. Maybe we should record it?”
“Record it? What the fuck are you talking about? What the fuck have I ever done to you two?” It was obvious that Vigna was terrified.
Both cops started laughing as Vigna began cursing and threatening them. “I’ll get both of you back for this. You’ll never get another fucking promotion on the force.”
The blond-haired cop walked over to him, belt in hand.
“Rick, don’t do this, please,” Vigna pleaded. “AHHHH,” he screamed out. The cop brought the belt down hard across his ass. Vigna groaned and screamed out after each blow. He bagged for his fellow cop to stop, but to no avail.
“Stop fucking crying. How ‘bout we agree not to film you, if you agree to everything we say,” the blond-haired cop said to him.
“Whatever you want,” Vigna said. “Whatever you want. I swear I’ll do it.”
The bald-headed cop began talking off his clothes. He had a rock hard body that was almost completely covered in tattoos. “Get on the bed like a good little bitch,” he said to Alejandro who quickly obeyed and got into position next to Vigna.
The other cop stripped down and revealed a pale muscular body. Yes, definitely a swimmer I said to myself and licked my lips. He had great abs and pecs and not a single tattoo on him. Fucking gorgeous. I imagined all the things I would let him do to me without hesitation, but a swift kick in the ribs from the other cop brought me back to my senses.
“Start eating this faggot’s asshole,” he ordered me, pointing to Alejandro.
I hesitated for a moment and the next thing I felt was a strong hand on the back of my neck, jamming my face into Alejandro’s hole. It was the blond cop who had grabbed me. “You remember me don’t you? Remember I busted you all those months ago? My head was shaved then. That’s why it probably took you a little bit of time to recognize me.”
Oh shit, it was Murphy. Oh, fuck. I tried not to think what he would do to me now that he had caught me a second time. I started eating Alejandro’s ass, jabbing my tongue in and out, licking around the rim. I slowed down for a second to catch my breath and…CRACK…a leather belt came down hard on my back. I cried out and turned around to beg for mercy.
Murphy was looking down at me with a sadistic smile on his face and a belt in his hand. Next he brought down the belt hard on Vigna’s ass. He shrieked in pain.
“I want you to eat both of these punks’ assholes,” the bald-headed cop said to Vigna. Vigna nodded his head and sniffled as he tried to hold back tears. He was clearly a broken man.
The cop turned to me, “Get into position on the bed. “For the next few minutes the blond-haired cop jammed Vigna’s face into Alejandro’s ass then into mine. I really enjoyed the feel of his tongue against my hole. I wished it would go on forever but the cops had other plans.
They pushed Alejandro and me off the bed, then barked at Vigna to get off his and onto the bed.
“Oh Vigna, you don’t how long I’ve been waiting to get into that sweet ass of yours,” Murphy said.
Vigna trembled with anger. His night was about to get much worse.
“Oh you sweet little faggot,” the bald-headed cop said, “we’re going to lube you up real good. And then we’re gonna shove both our cocks into your asshole at the same time.”
WHAT? Vigna yelled. “Please guys don’t do that. You’ll kill me. I’m begging you please. My hole is still sore from—”
He was about to reveal the working over that we’d given him before, but managed to bite his tongue at the last minute.
Murphy grabbed the lube and slicked it on Vigna’s hole. He tried to get off the bed but the bald-headed cop grabbed him by the back of the neck and pressed his face down into mattress. I thought that he might suffocate him, but a few moments later he let him up. Vigna was out of breath and panting.
AWWWW, he bellowed as Murphy stuffed a large uncut cock into his ass. He slowly worked his dick into the tight hole. Then it was the other cop’s turn to jam his cock in there. I had no idea how they would manage it.
AWWWWW, Vigna let out an animal yell as the second cock began to push into his asshole. Holy shit, I thought. They might actually kill him. I had never seen that much cock stuffed into one asshole at the same time. “You like that you fucking asshole?” The bald-headed cop said, “Two cocks in your hole.”
“And to think he goes around like he’s the toughest, most macho guy on the damn force,” Murphy said.
“Not after tonight.” They both laughed. They were taking it slow but gradually picking up speed.
Vigna’s face had turned completely red. He seemed like he was in too much pain to cry out. He was biting down on his lip, trying to hold back the tears. They started pumping his asshole harder, pushing heir huge dicks deeper and deeper into his hole.
“You two get over here and lick our asses,” the bald-headed cop said.
We did as we were told. While they pumped their colleague’s hole, we licked their sweaty asses, fondled their balls, and sucked on first one, then the other. I had never even dreamed of something so wild.
They began pounding at a wild and frenetic pace, holding Vigna by the back of his neck, calling him a bitch and faggot. I jammed my tongue as deep as I possibly could into Murphy lovely hole. He had probably taken a shit just before coming out here. That fresh shit smell made my cock rock hard.
They groaned loudly and let out a sigh in unison as they both shot their loads into their partner’s abused asshole. For a few moments the three cops remained intertwined, sweaty and panting.
The blond cop uncuffed Vigna and helped him get back into his clothes. He was completely exhausted and had to be carried him out of the room. But he still had the strength and presence of mind to make one last threat to me, “I’ll never forget this, punk,” he said in a barely audible voice. “You’ll never be safe, never.”
The two cops laughed and escorted their weary partner from the room. The bald-headed cop turned around and said, “I think I’ll be taking over Vigna’s beat from now on…Can’t wait to see you guys around.”
I must have been too tired to be scared, so I ignored the terrifying threat he had just issued. A cop worse than Vigna? No, this wasn’t the time to think of that. They closed the door and we heard them going down the steps. It wasn’t until we heard the sound of the police car doors opening and slamming shut that we finally allowed ourselves to take a deep breath and relax. Moments later the siren blared off into the distance.
We were both naked. Alejandro got on the bed on his stomach. He spread his ass cheeks. “Come on, baby, stick it in one more time,” he said.
I couldn’t believe what he was asking. How could he still be horny after all this shit we’ve been through this evening. But when I looked down I was even more surprised to see that my cock was rock hard. Fuck it, I thought. I picked the bottle of lube off the floor. It was empty. Just a few hours ago it had been full. I smiled.
“Spit on it,” he said. I obliged, and also licked up and down his hole. I slowly p
ushed inside him, began thrusting, and gradually picked up the speed. I heard the sound of a police siren heading in another direction. I smiled again, wrapped my hands around Alejandro’s neck, then really began pounding his hole. What a night. What a fucking night.
I’d been through such an intense night in my life and when I woke up the next morning I could feel it in my body. Alejandro was still sleeping when the sun spilled into his room. I pushed down the cover and took a moment to stare at his delicious bubble butt. It was covered by a thin layer of black hairs. What an ass.
I would definitely be coming back here as soon as I could. Or maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea considering what had gone down with all the cops. They would be on our ass for the next few weeks, if not months. Best thing would probably be to lay low for a while.
“Where you going baby?” Alejandro said groggily. “What time is it? We should get breakfast.”
I leaned over and kissed on the mouth. It tasted like last night. I ran my fingers through his thick chest hairs.
“You should go back to sleep. I’m gonna head out.”
“Ok, but you sure you don’t want to wait? I know a good Brazilian coffee place. It’s only a few blocks away.”
I’d never had a Brazilian breakfast before and the idea was intriguing. But I had to get out of there and hit the streets. That’s just the kind of person I was. I couldn’t stand to be holed up in one place for too long.
I kissed him again on the mouth and then started gathering my things. I picked up the bottle of lube and stared at it. I still couldn’t believe that we had managed to go through an entire bottle in one night.
A few minutes later I was back in the street. I hopped the bus and rode it back to my neighborhood.
Damn, it felt like I hadn’t been home in ages. But it had actually only been one night. I’d taken a cock up my ass for the first time in my life. I had to shake my head at that. It certainly wasn’t what I’d expected to happen last evening.
But now that I’d already crossed that line, I had the feeling that there was no turning back. That there was no need to turn back. From now on I would consider myself a switch. Vigna’s hard cock pushing into my hole had hurt at first. But I’d quickly gotten used to it. I couldn’t imagine not experiencing that again.
I walked into my apartment, tore off my jacket and threw it on the floor. There was already a large pile of clothes on the floor by the bed. There was also a sink full f dirty dishes and an empty fridge. I couldn’t go on living like this much longer.
But with the money I made at the supermarket, I should have considered myself lucky to have such a place. I wanted more. Much more.
I’d had enough of these illicit, back alley hook-ups.
That shit had gotten me arrested before. And soon enough it would get me arrested again. If that happened I would probably have to spend some time up in the county jail. Not a lot of time. But just enough to cost me my job.
I lie down on the bed, put my arms behind my head, and closed my eyes.
The only guys I knew lived in the same dingy apartments and run down neighborhood that I lived in. Where the hell was I going to find someone who had the money to get me out of this shitty way of life?
I got tired of feeling sorry for myself and I got tired of juts lying around in the bed so I decided to head out.
A few minutes later I was back in the streets. The air was thick with the stench of summer. Sweat, lust, and whatever else emanated from people’s bodies this time of year.
The sound of a loud engine caught my attention. It was a strange sound. I turned and looked.
A sleek black Benz convertible pulled up beside me. A guy with sunglasses was behind the wheel. He had a phone in his hand and was frantically pushing buttons. He looked from side to side. He craned his neck toward the street sign and tried to cover his eyes from the sun to get a better look at it.
Definitely lost, I thought. I always liked helping out strangers. And it was rare that cars that nice pass through these streets. I was more than willing to help him. I sauntered over to the car.
“Excuse me sir,” I said. “Do you need directions?”
He didn’t turn in my direction right away but when he did I felt his eyes lingering on my body. He lowered his sunglasses and smiled.
My cock jumped in my pants. This was the first time I’d gotten hard since last night.
Without saying anything he unlocked the car door and told me to get in. He didn’t need to ask me twice. I opened the door and slid across the front seat.
The dude was in his late twenties of early thirties. The summer sun had lightly tanned his skin a delicious color that contrasted beautifully with his white tennis shorts and shirt.
My eyes zoomed in on his crotch. There was a nice bulge their. His thighs were muscular and well defined. And here was not a single hair on those legs.
I was used to hairy guys and the thought of experiencing such smooth hairless skin really turned me on.
“So what bring you to this part of town? I asked.
He took his time before answering. And when he finally did he kept his eyes on the road.
“I’m always on the lookout for hot guys. And you’re not too bad,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess not,” I said.
We pulled up to a traffic light and stopped. He took his hands off steering wheel and began unzipping his pants. Within seconds his cock flopped out of his boxers. It wasn’t huge, which was nice for a change. Instead it was perfectly proportioned to his body.
“C’mon, show me what you can do,” he said.
I’d never given head in a convertible before and the idea really turned me on. I gave a quick look around to make sure none of the other drivers were paying attention to what I was doing. Coast clear.
I leaned my head into his lap and took his half-hard rock into my hands. It wasn’t long before it became completely stiff. As the light turned green and we zoomed off, I began licking hungrily up and down the shaft.
--THE END—
First Time for the Construction Guy
I couldn’t wait to get home and pass out. My friends had left me at the bar alone. I guess I’d had a few too many drinks. That was usually the case when I went out in those days. I’d recently lost my construction job—something about me slacking off and not showing up on time. Bullshit. I knew why that little bitch construction manager wanted me gone.
He’d seen his bimbo girlfriend checking me out one day when he came to the job site. Blonde bitch with big tits and skinny legs. I wasn’t the only one she had eyes on. She had the whole slut persona thing really working for her. Like she could fuck and suck all fifteen guys on the site no problem.
Anyway, I looked in her direction a few times. I might’ve squeezed my hard cock and poked out my tongue but there was really nothing to it. Just trying to keep things interesting. It was really the Mexican dudes who caused all the trouble. They started whistling at her. Guess, she doesn’t take so well to darker skinned men. Whatever. A whore's a whore.
The next day that asshole calls me into his office and tells me that they’ve got to let me go. And I could tell by his tone of voice and the smirk on his fat, double-chinned face that he was lying about being sorry and all that.
That fat bastard had never been happy in his life. He’d probably been waiting to do that from the first week he had me on the job.
I always caught him staring at me—while I was working, while I was eating, while I was talking to the guys. I started to get the feeling that the asshole had feelings for me. Like he would do whatever I told him to do. Sit. Stand. Run. Crawl. Suck my cock.
Thankfully for him, I’m not a faggot and all that gay stuff is not really for me. Otherwise he would have been really fucked.
But as it turned out I was much more into the gay stuff than I knew. A lot more.
After I got fired, I went out with a few friends to the local Irish bar. Getting completely drunk probably wasn’t the best way to deal with my
situation. But I really didn’t give a fuck. All I could think about was drowning my sorrows in alcohol. And if that didn’t do the trick than I would bring a drunk girl back to my place and bang the hell out of her.
Rough sex always seemed to do the trick in these sorts of situations. I especially preferred skinny girls for those sorts of encounters.
I would’ve never expected that a skinny boy could serve the same purpose.
“You’ll get another one in no time,” my friend Rod said.
“Fuck,” I said. “I don’t feel like going out and getting another job. I was almost relieved when the asshole canned me.”
“Shit,” Rodd said, “You must have money pouring in on the sides.”
I laughed, leaned my head back and took a long sip of my beer. I wished that I’d had other money coming in. Nah, that wasn’t the case at all. I was just sick of having to take orders from someone I didn’t respect. I was sick of having to wake up every morning and spend ten hours out in the sun doing something I hated. I couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong in my life. I never thought that I would end up being the kind of sucker who got kicked around all time.
But with my thirtieth birthday a few years behind me, that’s exactly what I was becoming.
For the next few hours in the bar, my buddies tried to cheer me up. They told me that everything would be okay. That I would find another job and a whole lot of other bullshit. I didn’t want to be a buzz kill or anything like that so I just nodded my head and tried to smile. But mostly I drank.
I needed to fuck. Talking wasn’t going to do me any good. I knew that for sure.
So when they got up to leave, I stayed behind.
“Take care of yourself,” Rodd said. “There’s no point getting into a fight and ending up jail. Just don’t do anything stupid.”
I had to do my best to control myself after he said that. I felt like getting up from the barstool and socking him in the jaw. It was a low blow. To bring up my past run ins with the law. Sure, most of them had occurred when I was drunk. And more than half occurred while I was in a bar. But shit, I didn’t need to be reminded of that right now. What I needed was a friend who could find me a girl to fuck. But I guess, all my friends had old ladies—girl friends, fiancées, wives.
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