Duane guided his jeans and undershorts down his legs and dropped them soundlessly to the floor. Jacob was naked except for his orange socks. Interesting enough, retaining these token vestiges of clothing somehow did feel more erotic than being totally nude. Shivering with impatience, he waited as Duane got to his feet and stripped off his own clothes.
At first, Jacob felt inexplicably shy. He almost had to force himself to look at the other man. Jacob was still pretty drunk, and as a result he was somewhat abashed by his own exposure. And the sight of another male body, naked and aroused, did further strange things to his composure.
Being naked with another man in the privacy of this small room, and about to have sex with him, was different from other occasions involving male nudity, like the locker room down at a gym. Jacob found himself examining Duane closely with his eyes. He took note of the firmness, the contours of his muscles—the lean curve of his flat belly—the long, chiseled, sturdy columns of his legs. And, of course, Jacob couldn’t miss his massive pecs, crowned by a pair of large brownish-red nipples—or the twin globes of his solidly muscled buttocks—or his dark blond pubic bush—to say nothing of the hard cylindrical thrust of his semi-erect dick.
When Duane peeled off first his uniform shirt, and then the plain white T-shirt he wore under it, Jacob saw that the salmon-colored koi tattoo on his arm did indeed extend farther on his body. The koi was one of a trio. The other two fishes, orange and rose-pink, respectively, swam up over Duane’s shoulder and across his chest, twisting about in the frothy blue waves which surrounded them.
That wasn’t all. Duane not only had his ears pierced. He had his nipples pierced, too, and heavy-gauge surgical steel rings set in them.
“I like your tattoo,” Jacob said. “And your piercings. They’re sexy.”
“Thanks. You’re kind of sexy, yourself.”
“Am I?” Jacob asked, naïvely.
“Hell, yes. Don’t be so shy. There’s no need to be. Not with me, certainly.”
“I’ll try not to be.”
And in fact it didn’t take Jacob long to get over his inhibitions, and to realize that he wanted to do more—much more!—than just look at the cop’s tattoo, and the hard-muscled body to which it was attached . Suddenly, he was obsessed with the need to touch and to explore Duane’s body, in turn. Trembling, Jacob reached out and placed his fingertips gently against the sleekness of Duane’s chest muscles.
“Damn! I’ve never been with a guy who had pierced nipples,” Jacob confessed. “Didn’t that hurt, when they put those holes in you?”
“Not much,” the cop said. “Oh, it burned a little, when the guy pushed the needle through my nips. It was like having a match touched to my finger, burning me for a second. That’s all.”
“God, those rings in your nipples look hot! Can I touch them?”
“You can do more than suck ‘em. You can tug on ‘em. Pinch ‘em. And suck on them. Go ahead, work on the motherfuckers. I won’t break. I can take it!”
Jacob pressed his lips to one of Duane’s pierced lips, sucking the stiff nipple deep inside his mouth. The steel ring inserted through the big male tit rubbed against his tongue. As he licked and sucked on each of the ringed nipples in turn, Jacob put his hand down between their bodies. He found Duane’s hard-muscled thigh, and his fingertips dig into the flesh.
Duane tensed and sighed softly, leaning toward Jacob, intensifying the contact. His flesh felt warm and damp, and yet far from unpleasant. Boldly, Jacob slid his hand across the top of Duane’s thigh and allowed his palm to cup itself over the bulge of his genitals, so that Duane’s pubic fur brushed against Jacob’s trembling fingers and his weighty, hairy testicles, moist with sweat, glued themselves against Jacob’s own damp palm.
“Do you like my dick?” Duane asked him, in a hoarse whisper.
“I love it,” Jacob told him, in the same low, conspiratorial tone of voice.
“I like yours, too.” And, as though to prove the sincerity of his words, Duane lowered his face to Jacob’s crotch.
The sudden application of his mouth to Jacob’s flesh made the young farmhand cry out with shock and delight. The hot young blond cop, the object of Jacob’s most lurid, depraved fantasies, was kissing his cock. Licking it. Sucking it. And—with especially dramatic results—he was also tickling it, with his extended, stiffened, probing tongue. Intellectually, of course, Jacob had known all along that Duane was gay, like him. But emotionally, he’d somehow remained in denial—until this moment. Now Jacob had irrefutable proof that this burly, macho young number was a fellow cocksucker. Yes, Duane was no better than Jacob. They were both perverts—outcasts. Which meant that there was no reason why they shouldn’t indulge themselves together, sexually, in any way they chose to. No matter how shameful!
As the cop’s tongue began to flutter maddeningly, all around his hot, seething prick, Jacob raised his midsection and buried his fingers in Duane’s blond hair. He forced Duane’s face more tightly against him in his sudden desperation to have the cop increase the wonderful sensations rippling through Jacob’s body.
Duane was more than willing to comply with his wishes.
Without a word, he took Jacob’s knees in his hands and pushed his legs around until the bottom half of the farmhand’s torso was raised from the bed, at an angle. Then, squatting between Jacob’s legs, Duane got to work on him, in earnest.
His mouth glued itself ravenously to the outer rim of Jacob’s sphincter, while his eager tongue plunged in and out of the warm, tight asshole itself. His hot wet tongue fucked Jacob’s ass, like a miniature cock; but a cock that had the advantage of being flexible, not rigid. His tongue-tip lashed at the sensitive inner lining of Jacob’s anus like a tiny whip.
Jacob’s vision blurred and his breath turned to fire in his lungs.
Soft, gurgling sounds bubbled past his lips as he gave himself over completely to the torrents of sensation gathering strength deep within me.
As though moving with a life of their own, his hips began to bob up and down. His pulse raced quicker, leaping faster and faster as the pitch of his excitement neared the breaking point.
His heels pounded against the bed as he attempted to raise himself even higher, to push his behind even harder against Duane’s face, to drive the cop’s tongue deeper into my body, to offer Duane even more of his seething, undulating flesh.
Jacob had his hand on his cock, and he was jerking himself off as Duane rimmed him. Still licking Jacob’s ass, Duane let him masturbate for a few moments; but then Duane grabbed Jacob’s wrist and restrained him.
“No, I don’t want you to come yet,” he insisted, his mouth still close to my asshole, his breath warm and moist on my flexing sphincter muscle. “I want to try something else, first. Something different. Lie still.”
He got up on his knees and grabbed Jacob’s ankles, his fingers digging firmly into them through the socks. He bent Jacob’s legs in such a way that the soles of his feet were pressed together. Then Duane inserted his stiff prick into the gap thus created, between Jacob’s insteps. Baffled, Jacob raised his head and looked down along his body to see exactly what the hell Duane was doing. The fat head of Duane’s cock protruded from between the soles of Jacob’s feet, looking rather like the end of a hot dog sticking out of its bun. Maintaining his grip on Jacob’s ankles to keep his feet pressed firmly together against the shaft of his dick, Duane grinned at Jacob as he began to push his erection back and forth within the tight wool-sheathed groove he’d created. Jacob could feel his feet massaging Duane’s prick, and vice versa, through the soft, pliant, sweat-moistened fabric of his socks.
“Damn,” Duane breathed. “That looks hot—and it feels hot, too. Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Jacob had to admit.
“Has anybody ever done this to you before? Fucked your feet, I mean?”
“No.” Jacob flattered himself that, thanks to his recent adventures, he was now fairly experienced, sexually. But Duane had undeniably come up with so
mething new to him.
“Jerk yourself off while I do it,” the police officer invited him. “I want to see you work on your cock. But don’t let yourself come. Not yet.”
Jacob obeyed him, stroking his own rigid prick with just enough friction to keep himself hotly aroused, but without risking an ejaculation.
Their eyes locked. They observed each other as they continued to stimulate their cocks, Jacob with his hand, Duane with Jacob’s feet.
“Now let’s try it without the socks,” Duane whispered.
He stripped the socks one by one from Jacob’s feet, and then he resumed the lewd foot-fucking, pressing the soles of the farmhand’s bare feet against the shaft of his prick this time.
“Hot,” Duane moaned. “Really hot … let me suck them, buddy. Let me suck your feet!”
Freeing his cock from between Jacob’s soles, the cop raised both of Jacob’s feet to his lips, using his hands to keep Jacob’s ankles pressed closely together. He crammed several of Jacob’s toes inside his mouth at once, sucking on them, probing the spaces between them with his tongue.
It tickled. Jacob yelped in protest, and squirmed about on the bed. But Duane maintained his firm grip on his ankles, and continued to stimulate his toes with his lips and tongue.
At last, Duane let go of Jacob’s ankles and dropped his legs back onto the bed.
“Fuck! That was a turn-on,” the cop declared. His voice was uneven, husky with emotion. He moved forward straddle Jacob’s chest. “That really got my dick going,” he said softly, the barest trace of a smile remaining across his features, which were now tight with sexual tension. “Look how hard I am! Suck it for me. Come on, suck my dick,” he demanded, thrusting the rigid fuck tool in question toward Jacob’s lips.
“Maybe I will—and maybe I won’t.”
“Don’t be a prickteaser. It’s a little late in the day for game playing.”
“But some games can be fun. For example, like I said before, sometimes I’m in the mood to get it a little rough. Sometimes I like to pretend I’m being forced.”
To Jacob’s delight, Duane picked up on what he was suggesting right away.
“Listen, boy. You get your mouth on my dick, right now, or I’ll force you, all right. And there won’t be any pretense about it!” the cop warned him. “I’ll show you what happens to the kind of dumb punks who are stupid enough to put up resistance.”
“Um, that sounds exciting. Why don’t you do it—if you’re man enough? Assuming you’re not all talk and no action—?”
“Speaking of all talk,” Duane growled. “You talk too much. Shut the fuck up. I’ve got better things for that mouth of yours to do!” As he spoke, Duane shifted his position a little, moving forward on Jacob’s chest, so that his cock was poised right above Jacob mouth. When Jacob tried to turn his head away, to one side, Duane slid one hand under his neck, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pulled his head up from the mattress. Taking an equally firm hold on his cockshaft with his other hand, he pressed his bloated glans against Jacob’s lips. He rubbed his cockhead back and forth over Jacob’s face.
“Suck it!” he repeated, now in a harsh tone of voice that didn’t seem to leave much room open for dissent.
Jacob put up a token resistance, trying to pull his head away. But the muscular lawman was very strong, as he’d anticipated. The muscles in his shoulders and arms knotted up as he continued to keep his cock in contact with Jacob’s face.
“Open your mouth. Come on, quit fooling around. Do you want to suck my cock, or don’t you?” he demanded.
“I guess I don’t have much choice.”
“No, you don’t. Do you think you deserve this meat of mine?”
“I’m willing to earn it, officer.”
“Do you want your face fucked?”
“Yes! Yes, please!”
“That’s better. Now, get busy. Get to work on my cock. And you’d better do a good job. Don’t make me hurt you. I’ll hurt you real bad if you give me any more trouble.”
Surges of fear and excitement rushed through Jacob as he lay there with the other man sitting on top of him, weighing him down. Duane was still holding him by the back of his neck, pushing his head up from the bed at an uncomfortable angle. But now Jacob’s face moved steadily toward the thickly veined shaft of that powerful cock as though he were being drawn to it by some irresistible magnetic force.
“Blow me,” Duane demanded—unnecessarily, because that was all Jacob wanted to do at the moment. “Now you suck, punk, if you know what’s good for you—and you’d better suck good!”
Jacob sucked.
“Get it all down in your mouth and down your throat,” Duane told him. “Come on, you can do better than that. You can swallow the whole thing and suck on it. If you have this much trouble taking it in your mouth, how do you think you’re going to manage taking it up your ass? And you are going to take it up your ass, bitch. I promise you that. You’re going to feel every inch of that thick cop dick sliding up into your hole. You’re going to fuck yourself on it, and you’re going to beg me not to stop. You’re going to beg me for more! But first—you suck that cock, boy! You suck it! Or else!”
The masterful tone of his voice brought Jacob’s overheated mouth down over him. Jacob moaned in gratitude, his furrowed tongue slithering over the upthrust phallus. Delirious with his need to suck, Jacob gurgled around the massive bulk of the cock, rapidly losing all consciousness of anything else. The smoke detector installed in the middle of the ceiling over his head could have gone off, and he would have stayed down on the bed, sucking cock, for as long as he could, even at the risk of being consumed by a fire. But a heat scarcely less searing than an open flame was passing through his body and making him break out in a sweat. Uppermost in his mind was the desire to serve Duane, to submit to his basest desires, his most perverse whims. Jacob wrapped his fist around the base of the cop’s erection and milked it with his fingers, even as he continued to masturbate him with the tightly clenched oval of his slippery lips.
Duane accepted the combination hand job and blow job passively, for a moment. But then he knocked Jacob’s hand away from his dick.
“Suck!” he barked. “Don’t give me a hand job; give me a blow job. I want to feel that hot mouth of yours on my dick. I want you to suck the cum right out of me, you cocksucker!” His fingers closed on the back of Jacob’s neck again; but Jacob only groaned with pleasure when Duane rammed his mouth down around the thick, blunt-tipped probe of his cock. It struck the roof of Jacob’s mouth, and then it careened thickly into the clutch of his throat, sealing off his windpipe so suddenly that tears brimmed from Jacob’s eyes and rolled down to wet Duane’s coarse pubic hair. Even with his cock so deeply embedded in Jacob’s throat, Duane continued to press down on the back of his head, wedging himself into his gullet.
He held Jacob in that position until Jacob could feel the tingling sweat beading on his forehead from the lack of oxygen in his lungs. When Duane finally did deign to remove his hand, Jacob’s head shot up, the cop’s foreskin escaping from between his lips as he gasped for air.
“When you said you like it rough, is that what you had in mind?” Duane asked him.
“Yeah,” Jacob panted. “You’re a mean bastard, aren’t you? You’re a dirty son of a bitch. You’re a dirty cop. Do it again, you lousy, stinking cop. I like it! Make me do it. Make me suck you!”
“Then get back down on me, cocksucker!” As he spoke, Duane humped up so that the crown of his shaft slammed against Jacob’s palate again. With one hand, Jacob’s tormentor seized a fistful of his hair and held his head in place; and with the other, he gave Jacob a by no means gentle slap on the cheek. “Start sucking,” Duane warned, “or I’ll make you wish you had.”
Groaning with excitement, Jacob dove onto his cock until he was gagging as a result of the unnatural invasion of his throat. He swallowed around the bulk of the prick, and then he eased back until he could hold the weight of the oversized male organ in his throat wi
thout choking on it. He sucked frantically on Duane’s pulsating tool, his lips sliding over the full length of its shaft as he worked the huge tip of the phallus back and forth in the grip of his throat. Jacob clung to Duane’s thighs and heaved his mouth down around his thick, unyielding shaft.
“Don’t use your hands,” Duane once again warned him. “Don’t move. Just open your mouth. Open your mouth, and take my cock. Let me fuck your face.”
Jacob parted his lips in an exaggerated yawn, practically dislocating his jaw. Duane leaned forward and thrust his cockhead into the broad oval that Jacob was offering him. He rocked back and forth on his knees, feeding Jacob his cock. With each new lunge, more of it rammed into the farmhand. Jacob gagged, but he didn’t pull away.
Duane withdrew completely. His huge hard prick wavered there in front of Jacob, slick and gleaming with the farmhand’s saliva.
“Good boy,” Duane murmured. “Oh, that’s a good boy. That’s how to take my cock.”
He shoved it into Jacob’s mouth again. It tasted salty and bitter, but it felt good. It felt warm and thick and utterly male, and it filled Jacob’s whole mouth. He clamped his lips over his teeth to cushion them, so that they wouldn’t scrape, and then he just let Duane go ahead and fuck his face and throat—while Jacob reached down and grabbed his own cock, and began to masturbate.
“Oh yeah,” Duane was saying. “Oh yeah, you sexy little bastard, suck it!”
Jacob was pumping on his own prick now, his flesh tingling all over his nearly naked body, as his rough cop lover put his hands over Jacob’s ears and held his head tight and fucked his face, harder and harder.
“I’m going to give you my cum, fucker. All of my hot, sticky cum! Yeah, I’m getting ready to shoot my load down your goddamn throat. Damn, have you ever got a hot fucking mouth! Oh, Jesus! Keep on sucking me, don’t you dare stop now. If you do, I’ll beat the shit out of you. I swear to God, I’ll beat your ass. But I won’t have to, will I? Because you like it, don’t you, you fucking whore? You like sucking on that big hard cop dick of mine! Oh, God—I’m going to give you my cum! You’re doing it to me, punk—you’re sucking it right out of me. Oh, my God!”
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