Cabana

“Señor, you are wanted in the cabaña.”

I open my eyes, but the sun has been beating on my eyelids for hours now and I can’t see worth a damn. Someone’s standing above me, but he’s just a grey shadowed blur.

“What?” I growl. “What are you talking about?”

My skin feels hot and slick like a well-broiled chicken, and the crystal-white sand beneath my towel radiates a warmth that only a Costa Rican beach can. I love nude sunbathing. My hairy chest and belly bake to a nice copper tone. My cock and balls lay plump against my naked thighs, my cockhead just squinting out from my thick chewy foreskin. Earlier, I had been jacking off in the sunshine and a drool of dried precum glistens on my balls and shaft.

“Señor,” the voice above me repeats.

Oh shit, I was touching myself again. I lean up onto one elbow and look toward the voice and, as my eyes adjust... holy fuck! A gorgeous Latino man stands above me. 

He’s about my age, but his hair is black as a raven’s and tied back in a thick ponytail. He wears light white linen pants, blowzy, but well-pressed. He wears no shirt. He has exquisite muscles, stuffed tight and rippling under his skin, veiny. A body of wavy, curved flesh. His skin is golden-brown perfection, smooth as silk, with tiny round brown nipples. His dark black mustache and full soft lips accentuate eyes deep and dark as ocean caverns. The fingers of one hand mindlessly rub his dark clipped treasure trail.

“You are wanted in the cabaña, señor,” he says in a smooth husky baritone.

I look past him to where he’s indicating. There, in a deep green tropical grove, is a small hut set back beyond the sandline, almost unnoticeable. A sign over the door reads, in fat blue letters, El Gallo Nido.

“Are you sure it’s me they’re looking for?” I ask. “I’m here alone.”

The man’s gaze moves boldly over my body. Down my hairy chest to my big bear belly. He smiles with teeth white as the Costa Rican sand. His gaze lingers over my cock and balls. He licks his lower lip with his tongue. “Oh, si señor,” he sighs. His hand moves slowly down to the bulge in front of his linen pants and he presses there with the flat of his palm, before gripping the thick package of flesh under there and squeezing it at me.

My cock has taken notice and rolls over off my thigh, filling with blood.

“Si, señor,” he says, clearing his throat. “It is you that I... It is you that they want. You have been...” He licks his lips again. “Cho-o-o-o-sen,” he says, stretching out the word deliciously. 

Chosen, huh? Well, my cock’s certainly interested. “All right,” I say. 

I get to my feet slowly, feeling the hot sand beneath me. The man takes my elbow to help me up. Before I am fully balanced, he pulls himself close into me. His lips barely tickle the skin on my shoulder, as if to kiss me there, but teasing me only. Instead he slowly breathes in my scent through his nostrils. The heat from his solid, brown chest and abs radiate to my big furry belly. His wide-set eyes and wide forehead, almost Mayan-looking. So fuckin’ beautiful.

“Varonil,” he whispers. His crotch presses into my thigh and I can feel the hard throb of his fat cock through his linen pants. My cock starts to answer throb for throb.

“Chosen, huh?” I smile. “Okay. Take me to this cabana.” I lean down to pick up my swim trunks. 

“No, no, señor,” the man says, reaching for my elbow. “You do not wish to be...” His gaze goes to the ocean, looking for the right word, “Overdressed.” His smile is like starlight.

I laugh. What the hell? Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked into a strange building buck-naked.

“Alejandro will bring your things to your room,” he says. He claps his hands and a young man, who looks fifteen but is probably more like eighteen or nineteen, steps from between the trees and walks toward us with small steps. He doesn’t look at me, but stares intently at my beach towel, swimtrunks, suntan lotion and other stuff, like he’s been trained to do so. Without a word he reaches down and begins to gather my things. 

“Do not worry about your belongings, señor,” the man says as he hurries me toward the door of El Gallo Nido, “Alejandro is very trustworthy. Your belongings will be safely delivered to your hotel room.” I turn back to look as we walk. Alejandro holds the crotch of my swim trunks up against his face, his eyes closed. 

I’ve got to remember to tip him.

When we arrive at the cabana door, the man stops me. He turns facing me directly, holding my biceps in his powerful grip. His eyes stare straight into mine. So dark and beautiful. His eyelashes are huge. My cock is completely plumped up now. I can feel the tip touching his white linen pants. 

“Promise me something, señor,” he says. “Por favor, if I have pleased you in any way?” He licks his lower lip again. “Promise me, you do not forget me when we go inside?”

What the fuck am I getting myself into? 

I look back again and see Alejandro hurrying dutifully toward the resort with my things in his arms, my swim trunks flopping from his teeth. No turning back now.

“What’s your name?” I ask him.

“Hector,” he says.

I lean in and kiss him. His mouth opens and I feel his tongue moving against mine. He tastes of cinnamon and chocolate. He groans in my mouth, his arms encircle my back and crush me to his compact form. He is brushing the tip of my cock against his crotch, as if by accident, but it’s quite on purpose. My cock drools a bit on them. 

I pull back and smile, “Damn, Hector. Such a beautiful man as you? I promise I will not forget you in there.”

“Whoooo!!!” comes a chorus of loud, manly voices as if from a group of guys. When I look beyond Hector, I see the door is open and there are men inside who are laughing and whooping. And they are watching. 

“Hector ha sido malo,” a voice says musically and there’s a roar of laughter.

“I’ve been caught,” Hector says to me, blushing in the chest and face, smiling miserably. It’s a beautiful thing to see.

“I don’t care,” I say. I flip the guys in the cabana off with one hand and with the other guide Hector’s face into another deep tonguey kiss. A huge ruckus of laughter rises from the cabana.

Looks like this is turning into a good day.

I walk into the cabana, which is dark, and once again my eyes have to adjust to a change in light. When I’m inside I hear the door close and all is dark and quiet. 

There are pillows everywhere I step. On one side, there’s a long bar with a mirror and rows of alcohol. In another corner of the hut, tables and chairs have been stacked up, clearing the floor of the cabana. There are a couple soft sofas arrayed against a reedy wall that looks like it’s made to roll up and expose the outside. Light seeps through the slats of the wall. 

The center of the room has a slightly raised center which is covered by what looks to me like a wrestling mat. Bright, colorful pillows all over it.

And everywhere, lined against the wall, laying on the pillows, sitting around the cabana are naked men. Tall ones and short ones and fat ones and skinny ones and ones with so many muscles you’d think his skin would burst. Older men and younger men and none of them, not one of them, with a stitch of clothing on. Must be twenty, thirty guys. They are everywhere, everywhere except the center platform.

My cock is at full drooly salute. Hector takes me by the hand and leads me to the raised platform. 

“Gran oso,” someone grunts. Men laugh, low and horny. 

“Papá grande,” another voice says. More laughter. 

“Es mío,” yet another voice says. Instantly a chorus of voices cry out, “¡No! ¡No! ¡Es mío! ¡Es mío!”

I’m starting to blush here. Hector smiles up at me, still holding my hand.

On one of the sofas, a man with a very dark, hairy chest sinks down into the cushions, reaches for the hands of a young smooth-skinned young man with a perfectly round ass and pulls him onto his ramrod cock. The young man’s head goes back as he gasps, his ass swallowing the hairy man’s cock whole. 

Against the bar, two white-haired, brown-skinned older men kiss each other hungrily while their hands move across each other’s backs. Their cocks are hard and loll about with the movements of their entwining bodies.

Over by the window, a huge beanbag contains an extra-large, brown-skinned chub with tits that look like whipped chocolate mousse and his dark cock and huge ballsack peeking beneath his round smooth belly. He pulls on his foreskin, twisting it over the end of his cockhead like a candy wrapper while a beautiful, dark-haired man kneels down behind the big guy and begins kiss-nibbling the chub’s shoulders.

There’s so much to see; it’s hard to focus on any one thing. Hands are moving in their own rhythms along the lengths of cocks, their own and others’. Some eyes are on a partner; some are scanning the room; many are still on me.

Against one wall, a man older than myself with a round moon-like face and large hairy pecs pumps his uncut cock lazily in and out of another man’s mouth. Yet another guy steps up behind him, wrapping his arms around him from behind, pinching the man’s nipples, slipping his own cock up the length of the guy’s asscrack in a hot, sweaty act of frotage.

A few men are groaning in the dark corners of the room. I’m feeling a little vulnerable on the center platform with Hector. I turn and look at him.

Hector smiles at me, drops my hand and steps off the platform. In a loud voice that fills the room, he cries, “El gallo está aquí!” The men for the most part quit what they’re doing long enough to crow like roosters. “¡Qui-qui-ri-quí!” they crow over and over.

My cock is hard and straight, every vein throbbing. A bead of precum drools off my cockhead on a long sticky string. I’ve never seen such an incredible, horntastic thing as this crowd of hungry men. Sweat trickles down my neck into my chest hair. At this point, I don’t give a fuck which guy comes up here with me. I just want him to get up here fast.

Hector reaches into a bowl and pulls out a slip of paper. In a loud voice he cries out, “El Primer Gallo es Ramon Duarte!”

There is cheering and a few guffaws as a young man steps forward out of the crowd. Must be Ramon. He’s a little shorter than me, maybe forty, his hair is thick, black and very curly. He has a killer smile, kind of bashful, beautiful eyes. I look slowly at his chest, at the clump of curls between his pecs that runs in a thin line down to a spectacular bush and a nice hard cock.

He is blushing and looking from side to side with a shy grin as he steps up onto the platform. 

“Ramon?” I ask him. He looks up at me.

“Si, señor,” he says, his fingertips touching his chest, “I... is Ramon.” I can see behind the embarrassment and the chuckling and the shy, there is a vast hunger in those eyes. He steals little glimpses down at my cock.

I put my hand on top of his curly head and push him to his knees. “¡Qui-qui-ri-quí!” I shout.

The crowd roars with approval, clapping their hands. Ramon crumbles to his knees in front of me, a huge grin covering his face. His eyes lock on mine as his tongue comes out and flicks the tip of my cock. The touch of his tongue is like lightning bolts and I leave a little pool of precum on his tongue. He then begins bathing the length of my cock with licks of his tongue, my balls and my bush even. Licking me up with short little strokes like a thirsty dog.

I close my eyes, my hand still resting on top of his head. “Chuparme!” I say.

“Chupar! Chupar! Chupar! Chupar!” a chant rises from the room.

He continues to flick his tongue along the length of my cock, teasing me until I can bear no more. I grab a handful of Ramon’s hair and tilt his face back. His dark eyes are shining with lust. He looks at me like a wild animal. 

“Suck me, goddamn it!” I growl.

And he dives down on my cock, swallowing every last inch of it in one huge lunge. His throat is so wet and hot and the room has exploded with cheers and chants of “Chupar!” and “Ramon!” I can barely breathe it feels so good and a huge growl rises from deep inside my chest and I find myself hollering with the sheer fuck joy of it, my arms raised up, flexing my biceps. 

I have become the Alpha Cock.

My hand is on the top of his head as my hips pump balls-deep down Ramon’s hot sweet throat. He takes it like a man, his wet tongue sliding down the length of my shaft, his cheeks pushing and sucking the blood to the tip of my cock. It feels so good I shove deep and he gags, pulls off, spit and precum dripping from his mouth. He smiles. Ramon’s become a wild man. He dives back down on my cock.

“Fuck yeah, suck me, amigo,” I murmur. “Chuparme!”

Ramon works the full length of my dick like he’s mad for it. Like he’s skull-fucking his own face onto my hard, throbbing rod. My ass is flexing, but I don’t need to thrust much. His hands are planted firmly on my hips and he’s set up a relentless rhythm.

I can feel my balls churning in my ballsack, wanting to let go.

“Muy bueno,” I growl. I grab fistfuls of Ramon’s hair and take over the rhythm of his sucking in the way that makes my cock feel like it wants to go. The men are chanting low and urgently, waiting for the cum to cum. Ramon has become nothing but a hot, wet mouth on which I impale my cock. He gags again when I thrust hard. It brings tears to his eyes, but I don’t care. 

Guys all around me are jacking off, watching the Alpha Cock get sucked by First Rooster Ramon. Every now and then some guy somewhere shouts and jizz flies out the end of his cock in wild silky streams, sometimes caught by an eager mouth. The hairy guy on the couch blows a wad of cum while the boy on him cries out in a high voice, “Papá!”

Ramon begins to groan, working my cock to a frenzy. My balls are banging against his chin.

I’m going to cum. I feel that pressure behind my balls and the spasms rising. And bam! ropes of jizm are flying out my cock, flooding Ramon’s mouth. 

“Awww!” I holler out as my cock spurts and spurts down Ramon’s throat. The crowd cheers. Ramon swallows and gags and cum drips out the side of his mouth. 

My body shakes with the full good feel of the orgasm. My cock stops spurting cum, but it stays pretty hard... ready for more. Ramon cleans my cock and balls with his clever tongue. He is very attentive. Makes me chuckle.

I kneel down on one knee in front of him. His grin is like a child caught stealing candy. I pull his face to me and kiss him deep, tasting the salty tang of my own cum on his tongue. As we’re kissing deep, he falls back, laying down on the platform, pulling me with him until I am on my hands and knees over his prone body. 

I am kissing him, tasting my cum on his tongue. I am caressing him, touching the fur between his pecs. I am a powerful, horny bear daddy.

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” cries Hector. I turn and see he has another name pulled from the jar. He’s waving the slip in the air and the guys are cheering.

Wait... What? What second rooster?

...to be continued

What You Gonna Do?

Those two cops are talkin’ about me. Sittin’ there on that rest area bench in their dark green uniforms. One’s staring right at me with this mean sonofabitch look and his partner’s whisperin’ in his ear and shooting me dirty looks every now and then.

What they going to do? Arrest me for subtlety.

I mean, sure, I’ve been sitting here ogling them for the last ten minutes, occasionally adjusting the bulge in my crotch, but hey, who’s to say I’m not just scratchin’? Besides I ain’t breakin’ no law.

The mean cop is the most barrelly-chested bastard I ever saw, with huge pec muscles pushing out his green highway patrol shirt and his waist tapering down to nearly nothing. He’s got these forearms that look like black fur-covered ham hocks and his legs are spread wide on the bench. He looks like he’s really packin’ and I’m not referring to the gun at his hip, either.

The other cop is thinner, more compact, though he has some muscle on him. Smooth and blond. He looks a bit older, like in his late 40s and he has a slight paunch that pushes against his waistline. He obviously is the brains while the other guy’s the brawn. The older, brainy cop whispers into the brawny cop’s ear.

Man, my cock is so hard in my jeans. It’s making a clear obtrusive bulge in my pants and I’m surprised they haven’t arrested me for indecent exposure. I move it a little so it’s not so tight. It feels so good being touched, I can feel the precum beading just under the foreskin.

I’m imagining them bending over and me taking my turns on their tight bubble butts while I smoke a stogie and slap their butts. Cop pay-back. Makes me grin.

The mean cop stands straight up. He’s not that tall, but the bulk of his chest and the slight of his waist make him look massive. He touches his holster and looks away. Then he starts walkin’ this way. His partner talks into the walkie-talkie thing clipped to his shirt and, shit, looks like I’ve done it this time.

“Sir, we need you to come with us,” the mean cop growls through clenched teeth.

Fuck me.

I stand up, thinking at any moment the cuffs are coming out and my Miranda rights are getting read to me – all for lusting after men in uniform.

The other cop walks up to his partner. “Half an hour,” he says to his partner.

“That’s enough,” the mean cop says. His hand rests on his holster. He grabs me by my shirt collar and pulls me to my feet and my heart is pounding a mile a minute as I’m hustled down the rest area sidewalk.

“What have I done, officer?” I ask in the most inoffensive tones I can muster.

“Shut the fuck up,” the mean officer growls, poking me in the kidneys.

The blond cop laughs and adds, “Oh, I think we all know what you’ve done, faggot.”

Shit.

They hustle me into the rest area men’s room. The restroom is empty – cream painted cinder block walls and dark green tile - and while the big cop is shovin’ me up against a concrete wall, the other cop is putting out a yellow sign that says “Out of Service.” He locks the door and I’m alone with these brutes.

“You think you can eye us, faggot, and get off scot-free?” the barrel-chested cop growls low in my ear. I can feel the huge muscle of his arm pushing against my back and his breath on my neck and I can smell his brutish cologne. It kind of hurts and the cinderblock against my face is rough and cold.

I struggle a little thinking I could really get fucked up here if I’m not careful. And who they going to believe? Me or two highway patrolmen?

“I haven’t done anything,” I grunt, struggling.

The cop just pushes against my back harder. “I haven’t done anything,” he says in a mocking over-femmy voice.

This pisses me off and I struggle harder.

“This is what you done,” he barks, and I feel his full body slam against my back, pinning me to the wall. His hips crush into my ass, the huge bulge in his cop pants push at my ass cheeks through my jeans. He grinds his big hard junk into my ass and, although I try to fight a bit at first, the feeling of his hard manly cock against my ass feels so good and I find myself leaning my hips back into his.

The mean cop laughs low and growly. “Yeah, thought you’d like that, cocksucker,” he says.

The other cop slides up against the wall next to me, his back to the wall, His face is in my face. “You’re one bad little cocksucker, ain’t ya?” he whispers. “I see you’re an eager little whore for my partner’s cock, aren’t you, faggot?”

“Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth. “This cinderblock hurts, assholes.”

The mean cop chuckles, his breath hot against my neck. He grinds his hips into my butt and in spite of myself I groan a little. “Fight all you want, cocksucker,” he growls. “It just makes me harder.”

He steps back, though, easing off a little so my face isn’t crushed against the wall.

“I’ll cooperate, officers,” I say. “I am not resisting arrest.” My cock is getting hard.

The mean cop reaches his hand down the back of my pants and I feel his fat, spit-soaked finger invade my asshole with a slow strong insistency that makes me moan like his bitch and push back onto it.

The other cop laughs. “Fuckin’ fag, all right,” he says. He pulls his green cop shirt up over his head. For a second, his tight muscled armpit is just inches from my face with his soft downy blond hair fanning out. He smells sweaty, but clean. Instinctively, my tongue reaches out, but he pulls away, laughing an evil laugh.

“Yeah,” the big cop growls, shoving his finger deeper in my hole. “We figured you’d try take charge, fucker.”

“But we’re in charge here, cocksucker,” the blond cop says, fingering a brown nipple of his.

Fuck. My mouth is watering, my boner’s throbbing against the cinder block wall. The big cop is grinding his fucking ample finger up into my butt and the other guy is tormenting me with his beautiful armpit and what’s a bear to do?

“Yes sir, officers,” I groan, “You’re in charge. “

The mean cop pulls his finger out of my ass suddenly and my breath leaves my body with the aching desire of it and the older cop laughs, his hand playing with the hair on his armpit. The mean cop turns me violently around and slams my back against the cinder blocks. He grins devilishly as he shows me the finger he’s had up my butt for the last few moments.

“Clean it up,” he says. Then he grabs the back of my head and forces the finger deep into my throat. His finger is thick and meaty and he’s not being gentle and it’s everything I can do not to gag, but I’m also turned on and trying to be obedient and I lick it and I see he’s half-closing his eyes with a soft mmm.

“Damn, this cocksucker knows what he’s doing,” he murmurs to the other cop.

“Let me see,” he replies. The finger is pulled out of my mouth and he forces my head into the older cop’s armpit and for a moment, my face is smashed hard into the muscle and sweat and hair there, but after a bit, he backs off and I can lap up the delicious manly armpit like a good puppy. The cop is groaning and I’m hearing the sounds of buckles unbuckling and zippers unzipping and clothing falling to the floor.

“I’m not resisting,” I say when I come up for air.

This makes the blond cop smile and the mean cop chuckle.

“It wouldn’t do you no good anyway,” the mean cop says. I turn and realize he’s standing there entirely nude. He is massive. His chest is a huge barrel of muscle and black hair and his waist is trim and tight. His thighs overwhelm me with their massive ripple of muscle and thick bulk. His cock is also fat and ample and hard and throbbing straight out from his body. The reservoir tip of the condom he’s wearing is already heavy with salty precum. He is dribbling lube on his dick.

“Not that you deserve lube,” he says to me. His forearms are thick slabs of muscle and black fur.

“I call south end,” he says to his partner.

“As always,” the older blond cop says. I turn and see he’s also stark naked. He’s compact and very smooth. Maybe he shaves. He has a thin treasure trail down to a big blond bush out of which throbs a very nice curvy cut cock. His balls dangle low behind them. “I guess that leaves me what you do best, cocksucker,” he says.

The mean cop grabs my pants by the belt and jerks them off my body. Once again his fingers begin roughly invading my crack all slick with lube. The other cop is pulling my shirt off and before he throws it to the floor, he puts it to his face and deeply inhales.

The blond cop leans up against the cinder block wall and thrusts his hips out at me. I kneel down before him, my hands moving up over his little paunchy belly and to his tits which I pinch with little mercy.

“Aw fuck!” he cries and the other cop laughs. I can hear his cock thwap thwapping as he watches me kneeling before his partner.

“Suck him!” the mean cop orders me.

My lips suck up the underside of the cop’s ample curvy cock and he groans. I’m rubbin’ my fingertips harshly across his nipples as I slide my mouth all the way down his cockshaft, slicking it up with my spit as I go.

“Goddamn!” the mean cop shouts. “Goddamn, look at that hungry faggot.”

I’m damned if I ain’t going to give these cops the ride of their lives and my dick is so fuckin’ hard it could shatter at any moment, but I’m not even thinking of touching myself in front of these guys.

As I suck on the blond cop’s cock, I hear the big cop getting down on his knees behind me. His fingers roam into my crack again and his finger pops inside my pucker and I gasp with the fuckin’ good feeling of it then resume sucking his partner’s cock.

Next thing I know I’m feeling the big fat uncut cockhead at my back door. Shit, this guy’s thick. He’s going to rip me apart.

“He’s going to rip you in two,” the blond cop murmurs, reading my mind. He reaches down to his pants on the floor, pulling the handcuffs off his belt. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me off his cock.

“Give me your wrists, cocksucker,” the guy growls.

“No,” I say. Half because it’s kind of a turn-on to resist, but half because I’m kind of afraid of getting handcuffed.

The mean cop doesn’t hesitate. He pushes that fat fuckin’ cock into my butt with a speed and an insistence that makes me see stars. The pain is excruciating. I holler and then grit my teeth and growl. I’m lost in the pain.

“Don’t you black out, fucker,” the mean cop says, smacking the back of my head.

The blond cop smacks his cock against my face a few times and some precum lobs off onto my cheek and lips and the taste wakes me up.

And I’m pissed off. And I’m horny as fuck. And I’m going to take this like a fuckin’ man and show them what I’m made of. I grit my teeth and try to focus on letting the muscles relax back there and accepting this monster cop’s cock in my butt.

“That’ll teach you not to say no to us,” the blond cop hisses. “Now give me your wrists.”

I put my hands behind my back and the cop bends over and slaps the cuffs on. I’m breathing hard, trying to get control of my body. The blond cop stands back upright and, for a moment, his hand is tender on the underside of my chin.

“You okay, partner?” he says gently to me. I look up into his eyes. These guys aren’t going to really hurt me. They are just fulfilling my fantasy for me. They know me better than I do.

“Didn’t hear you, sir,” I say.

The blond cop leans closer in, “I said, you okay?”

I spit in his face. After a moment of shock, he removes his hand from my chin and wipes the spit off his face. He smiles a little. I’m fulfilling one of his fantasies, too, after all.

“Fuckin’ pig,” I say.

I hear the mean cop with his cock in my butt groan. The blond cop doesn’t hesitate, but brutally shoves his cock deep into my throat. I can barely breathe and tears are coming to my eyes as the blond cop fucks my face eagerly while the mean cop slowly pulls his cock out of my butt to the tip before slamming it down to the pubes again.

Each time the mean cop thrusts my cuffed hands contact his bush and muscled lower abdomen and that just turns me on more.

I have never felt such pain. I have never been so horny. I want these men so bad I would do fuckin’ anything for them. The brutality only increases the desire.

“Aw fuck, yeah,” the mean guy shouts. He puts his beefy hand on my shoulder and shoves my body down onto his cock. I’m sucking the blond guy’s cock for all it’s worth and the sweat is rolling off my forehead down my neck and through the hair on my chest. The mean cop is fucking my butt in earnest, my back arched and eager for each thrust; the blond cop is fucking my face with an intensity that shows me he’s about to bust a nut.

“Gawd, aww!” he yells as he pops his jizz deep down my throat. And it’s a fuckin’ huge load, thick and musty tasting. As jet after jet of ropey cum slops into my mouth and throat, he continues thrusting his cock deep in me, shoving his sperm all the way down.

“Eat it, fuckin’ faggot!” the cop yells. “Eat my spunk!”

And I’m licking up every drop while the mean cop groans loud and pounds my ass with a new ferocity. Bambambam, my ass is going to hurt for a week.

“Yeah, fuck that cocksucker, partner!” the blond cop says.

And at that moment, I feel the cop’s cock twitch in me and I feel his chest cave and he bellows “Fuuuuuck!” as he cums wave after wave of orgasm deep inside my butt. His arm surrounds my chest and pulls me even tighter against him, my arms crushed between my back and his muscled barrel chest. He is still groaning and thrusting, milking that cock for every last drop.

The blond cop circles around me and looms over the mean cop.. The mean cop pulls out of me and his condom slaps to the floor full and wet with lube and spunk. He looks up at the blond cop who grabs his softening cummy cock and slaps his partner in the face. The mean cop puts up his arms and shows his muscles and growls a big tiger roar.

I’m so sore from that ass-pounding. I manage to half turn, half sit on the floor with my arms and back to the wall. My burning ass resting on the cool floor.

The blond cop kneels in front of his partner and the two cops are in each other’s arms and making out like a couple of lesbians. They hands pulling the other guy’s face into theirs, their lips and tongues locked in deep rut, their cocks still mostly hard and throbbing against each other between their strong aggressive bodies.

It’s truly impressive. A massive fantasy come true.

Or half of one…

I laugh my most evil laugh possible.

“Okay, fuckin’ faggots,” I growl. “Which one of you cocksuckers are going to uncuff me and take his punishment for false arrest?”

They turn and look at me. A devilish grin on both their faces.