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.

Ranger to the Rescue

I probably shouldn’t have taken my swim trunks off to soak in the river here. But it’s around dinner time and no one’s around, so I figure, what the hell? Besides these new swim trunks of mine really bind up my balls and who the hell needs that?
 
I’m soaking in the river just downstream of where the waters of Yellowstone ’s boiling hot thermal features dump into the icy snow melt of the river. The combined temperatures are fuckin’ perfection and one of the few safe (and legal) places to soak in the park.

My swim trunks are in a heap on the bank of the river within easy reach. I figured if someone comes over the hill toward the river I could just shuck ‘em back on so as not to give anyone a seizure.

The water bubbles up around my hairy balls and my cock sways like a happy log in the current. The stiffness in my arms and shoulders from driving to the park floats away in the warm clear waters and I’m in fuckin’ paradise. I move my arms in circles, feeling my shoulder muscles rise and fall. I feel the warm water swirl around my belly and through the small hairs on my ass.

I reach under the water to my cock, pull the foreskin back and feel the warmth caress my glans. The water moves against the sensitive skin there and my cock, obviously likin’ it, starts to thicken and the veins pop out on the length of the shaft. My hand instinctively grips my cock from the base and squeezes, slowly riding up and down.

Nothin’ like jackin’ it under water.

My hand moves up and down and my breath begins to catch in my chest. The sensation of my cock hard and throbbing in these slick warm mineral waters is great and I feel like a nice long slow pull would do my body some good.

“How’s the water?”

Fuck. I drop my cock and turn and there on the riverbank is a park ranger. Fuck. I scramble for my swim trunks, but in the process, they fall into the river.

“Shit!” I shout and scramble for them. But the current is swift here and my trunks are out of reach before I even have a chance to run after them. I’m yelling obscenities into the Yellowstone sky, standing stomach deep naked in a wild river about a quarter mile from my car. And I got a park ranger laughin’ his ass off at my predicament.

“Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” the ranger says, still laughing. His voice is a nice baritone, manly and musical.

The ranger is in his mid-thirties, short and round at the waist. Dark straight hair cut short. Hot mustache sloping down to his jawline. He’s dressed in the Park Service green and grey with a flat-brimmed hat that’s tossed back on his head, very unregulation-like. His hands are on his hips and his arms are pretty fuckin’ furry and his stomach is round and promising above a pouch that is anything but flat.

Men in uniform really get me hard.

“Kind of at a disadvantage here,” I say. I’m trying to cup my balls and cock in my hands for propriety’s sake, but that never really worked for me, especially with this hot chubby park ranger in front of me.

“I can see that,” the ranger says, laughing again. He has white teeth and thin red lips which you can’t help but stare at when he laughs. His mustache makes his round moon face very manly and kissable. His shirt buttons pull at his shirt where his belly fills it out. This guy’s fuckin’ hot.
 
My cock is startin’ to really like this situation, though I could really be in deep shit here. I mean, the guy is a fuckin’ officer of the law and probably straight as an arrow. I’m trying to keep my bits all contained in my hands but it’s not working well and like a naughty eel my cock’s slippin’ out and my balls like bad puppies follow.
 
“Quite a dilemma we got here,” the ranger says.

Fuckin’ think?

The ranger looks back over his shoulder. The sun is moving below the mountains and the summer evening air is beginning to feel cool. “Come up out of the water,” the ranger says. He’s pullin’ a ticket book from a spot on his belt loop.

Fuck. I begin walking toward the bank and my big ol’ hairy bear body comes drippin’ out of the warm river water. The tip of my cock is peekin’ out between my index and middle fingers and throbbin’ against the palm of one hand. The ranger is watching me the whole time I’m comin’ up, flippin’ through his ticket book without lookin’ at it. He looks back over his shoulder again.

“Put your hands up,” he says. But he says it kind of soft and breathy and I can see his uniform pants are startin’ to seriously tent out in front. Maybe I’m not in as much trouble as I think. I take a few steps toward him.

“Yes, officer,” I say. And I put my hands into the air, convict-style. He smiles at what he sees. He looks over his shoulder again and puts his ticket book back on his belt.

“Come closer,” he says. I move up the bank toward him. His eyes are green as the sagebrush and I can’t stop starin’ at that fuckin’ handlebar mustache, wondering how nice it’d be to chew on the ends of it. When I am belly to belly with him, I feel my cock press against his uniform. His breath is Wrigley’s gum and his hands rest on his round hips. On his chest is the arrowhead patch of the Park Service and a name badge that says “Rohner.”

“You here to manage the wildlife, Ranger Rohner?” I say all low and growly. He keeps his eyes on mine, but his hand reaches forward and grabs my cock. I gasp at the feel of his firm hand on my hard cock. He moves it slow and steady, as if he’s lookin’ to keep it hard but not wantin’ the geyser to actually erupt.

“You bad bears are always keeping us boys in uniform busy,” he says, smiling. I shiver. Some because of the ranger’s hand on my cock, but some because the air’s gettin’ cool and I’m startin’ to get goose bumps.

I move in to kiss him. Can you fuckin’ blame me? Look at that face. Those fuckin’ arms covered in fur and that spectacular belly hangin’ over his leather belt.

You ever kissed a man with a handlebar mustache? I really dig it. And this guy’s a fuckin’ good kisser at that. His tongue moves into my mouth and I taste the spearmint and my mouth opens, yielding to him. My cock is pressed right up against his pouch and he moves his hips forward and grinds his cock into mine.

“Seems to me the bears have got control of the park,” I say, coming up for breath. He growls in response. I take his hat off his head and toss it on a sagebrush nearby. He grabs the back of my head and starts kissing me hard. My cock throbs against him. My arms go around his bulky body.
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He moves down my neck, kissing all the way. My hand rests on the back of his head.

“Great chest, bear,” he says. His mouth opens wide and his warm wet lips are eating my large soft hairy tit like it’s soft ice cream and shots of electricity shoot from my nipples to my cock. I’m leakin’ precum all over the grass and without taking his lips from my chest, reaches down and hefts my balls in one of his paws. He bounces them in his palm like he’s tryin’ to figure out how much they weigh, which is a lot ‘cause like I said, my balls are pretty big and full and hairy.

“Great balls, bear,” he says. He smiles up at me, before closing his eyes again and moving down my belly with his tongue. I growl, ‘cause it seems obvious to me that this is gonna be a really good vacation.

The ranger goes to his knees in front of me. His face nuzzles into my belly, licking the soft fur and pushing my cock around with his face. It is so hot watching this ranger pushing my cock and balls with his mustache and feeling his tongue licking every surface it came across. My hands are kneading his soft shoulders while his face pushes into my flesh. I’m so fuckin’ horny I’m gonna pop unless he gets to chowin’ down soon.

“Aw, sir,” I say all whispery, “You gotta suck my bear cock now.”

He licks up the underside of my cock with the flat of my tongue sending shivers up my body. He points his tongue and shoves the tip of it into the opening of my foreskin. The precum oozes out and he laps it into his mouth. My cock is rock hard and will take more than a clever tongue to shuck the foreskin back. I reach down to do it, but he smacks my hand away.  He reaches up and softly, gently, too fuckin’ slowly pulls the skin back until my cockhead is exposed.  Then his lips go around it like a lollypop.

“Aww,” I growl. My hand pushes against the back of his head and he slides right down onto my cock until my pubes are in his nose.  A breeze whips up and licks cool at my nipples and this ranger is suckin’ deep on my cock and this has got to be heaven on earth.

“Come on, cocksucker,” I say. “This bear’s wantin’ you bad.” The ranger mmm’s into my cockflesh and I shudder at how good it feels.

“Goddamn it, suck me now!” I command. And the ranger complies. His head begins bobbing in a steady rhythm and I feel my balls churnin’ with the power of my pent-up cum and his slick hot wet steady mouth pumping up and down my cockshaft.

His hand grabs my ballsack by its base and begins gently tugging. This makes me crazy.
 
“Fuck yeah,” I say. “Oh fuck, yank on my nuts, man. Aw, feels so good.”

This seems to turn him on because he’s moving like a wet fuckin’ jackhammer up and down my throbbing, out of control cock and his one hand is pullin’ my nuts and the other’s buried in his uniform pants and he’s obviously jackin’ himself in rhythm to his cocksucking. His handlebar mustache rides my cock like a fuckin’ pony.

He pulls off my cock for a moment, which comes plopping out of his mouth like a river otter. His mouth opens wide and envelopes my balls in wet warm pleasure and I groan with the good of it. I feel his tongue slathering my balls up and my balls are rumbling with cum.

“That’s good, officer,” I whisper. “Lather them up.”

A hawk screeches into the evening night. The ranger moves back down my cock, sliding with full force like he’s the most expert cocksucker I’ve ever experienced. My cock is ready for it. My hands move to the back of his head. He’s pumpin’ in earnest now, my cock fully disappearing down his throat. His handlebar smacking against my pubes.
 
I feel the cum rising up from my balls. “Pull off,” I say, “I’m gonna cum.”

He doesn’t pull off. My balls are screaming, pulling up tight. “I’m gonna cum,” I say again, patting his shoulder. He hums ascent into my cock and keeps his wet mouth in motion.

And I fuckin’ erupt. Stream after stream of hot bear cum slams down his throat and I feel him swallowing and swallowing trying to keep up, but my hands stay on the back of his head and I’m thrusting now, face fucking the last of my cum deep into his big ranger throat.

When I’m done, I sigh and pull off. He looks a bit dazed, but he’s smiling. Cum is drooling out the side of his mouth. I lean over and lick it up, kissing him deep. The musky taste of my own cum makes me wild.

“You’re quite the obedient ranger,” I say.

“And you’re quite the naked bear,” he says.

Oh shit, I kinda forgot. The breeze licks my nips again and I shiver.

“You better come with me,” he says. “I’ll take you in my patrol car back to your hotel. Or, if you’d like…”

His voice trails off as his tongue laps at the tip of my cock again. His hand is at the buttons of his shirt and he’s pulling his shirt off. “Get in the river,” he says. “Let’s see what other mischief this bear can get himself into.”

I move down the bank toward the river. Turn to make sure he’s checkin’ out my ass (he is) and dive in. The water is warm and smooth against my skin. When I resurface, the ranger has his shirt off. Nice puffy mounds for tits nicely dusted with hair, nice round belly. He’s going for his belt buckle and kickin’ off his shoes.

Yellowstone has never looked sweeter.

Out of Gas

Goddamn old pickup guzzles gas and the fuel gauge hasn’t worked in months and so here I am at the side of this godforsaken desert road just after noon and to make it worse, I’m hungry as hell. I’m pacin’ back and forth with my black boots clompin’ the asphalt. Every now and then I stop to kick the tire of my beat-up Chevy pickup, effecting little but a cloud of dust.

“Fuckin’ worthless hunk of shit!” I yell and the flat desert countryside and the distant dry mountains don’t argue. Just a long blue line in either direction, an empty sea of cactus and sagebrush and the next gas station at least twenty, thirty miles away. Might be here a while.

I scratch at the crotch of my jeans, mostly ‘cause I got an itch, but a little because, hell if I got nothin’ better to do, might as well see what the ol’ cock is up for. My cock definitely likes the friction. I rub on my cock a bit through my jeans, leanin’ against the side of my Chevy. I feel the hard movin’ down the shaft and my cockhead starts to engorge.

Hey, if you never jacked off on the side of the road, don’t knock it. Makes you cum as hard as Kerouac on a thirsty day.

“Mmff,” I grunt.

Look up and down the road. Nothin’.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans. No undies today. I’m wearin’ my black braided leather suspenders, so my jeans stay up and I can just pull my cock and balls out the opening and lay ‘em on top of my jeans. My balls are big and full and the sac is covered in unruly fur and I scratch on ‘em for a moment, feelin’ the sun on my balls and face. But my cock wants attention and so my fist wraps nice and tight around the shaft and I start slow pumpin’.

“Aw,” I growl.

Almost makes runnin’ out of gas a good thing.

I pinch one tit as I’m slow jackin’ and christ it feels good. My jackin’ picks up speed as the precum begins beading out the tip of my uncut dick. My breath is comin’ up hard and fast and I feel the great urge in my cock that says it’s good.

I guess I’m pretty into it, my fist smashing down to the root of my cock and squeezin’ hard before sliding back to the tip, spillin’ foreskin and precum over my fingers, all gooey, sticky and warm.

This would explain why I hear first, rather than see, the motorcycle comin’ my way.

“Shit!” I say.

As good as this feels, gettin’ a steak and a can of gas is more important than losing a potential ride, so I stuff my junk back into my pants. The motorcycle roars with each down throttle of its gears and I am just buttoning up when the biker pulls up beside me.

The biker? He’s some beefy, long mustached, barell-chested fuck with leather chaps and black leather fringed coat. He’s got dark sunglasses so I can’t see his eyes and a big red bandana on his head, though a long dark ponytail hangs out the back of it. Can’t help it, being in my just-jackin’ condition, to steal a glance at his crotch which is sufficiently full and bulges from his biker chaps like Mount fuckin’ Rushmore.

He puts one boot out to steady his bike on the stand-still so we can jaw. He’s riding a massive black hunk of metal and noise, a raging hard-on of a bike called a Beull XB12R and if you know anything about bikes you’ll know this one’s all butch and business and won’t mind ridin’ over your dead body should you get in its way. Fuckin’ makes my balls jump feelin’ that kind of aggressive power.

The biker stares silently at me.

“I’m out of gas,” I say, more sheepishly than I want, but hell the guy is kind of intimidating and can you blame me much? “I need a ride to the nearest town.”

The biker stares at me another moment, but because of the dark sunglasses I can’t make out nothin’ about what he’s thinking. My boner’s got to be really tenting my jeans out and it’s no use hidin’ it. He’s got to know I’m horny from the bulge in my pants or just from the way I keep glancin’ down at his Mount Rushmore bulge.

So what the fuck, you only live once, right?

I hitch my thumb in my pants pocket and cup my crotch a little. “Got no gas and got no grass,” I say and I squeeze my crotch a little.

I think I see the slightest upturn at the edge of the guy’s mouth.

“Get on,” he growls.

“Thanks,” I say.

I swing my leg over the bike’s butt and as I do, I notice the big precum stain on my jeans. Guess I was busted before I did my little cup and squeeze. The biker revs up the motor, almost splitting my eardrums with the nasty growl of the bike. The guy glances behind him to see I’m on okay, then kicks it in. Next thing I know we’re toolin’ down the road with the warm desert wind in my face and my ass bouncing on the back of the Buell. The biker’s shoulders are wide and his waist is thin and I want so bad to reach around and grab him, but I won’t do that without an invitation.

Anyone who knows a Buell XB12 will know that although there’s a decent place to sit behind the rider, it’s not the Taj Majal and the bitch (which in this case would be me) rides a little higher than the rider, so my crotch is kind of pressed up against the biker’s lower back and my legs are pressed in close to his waist.

He’s got to feel my boner throbbing against him here. And the way a Buell shakes and groans, my boner will only get harder and more pressed against his upper ass cheeks, so I can’t be hidin’ much.

We hit a small bump and his back presses into my belly. And he stays there, pressed against me. He is solid muscle and the leather against my belly is firm but supple and I press back into him gently. The biker takes one hand off the bar and reaches back, rubbin’ the inside of my thigh. Fuck the electricity that runs up my leg through my crotch to my chest is unbelievable and I reach my arm around his chest and hold him tight to me.

The engine roars and we are flying and the feeling of this solid man’s fucky chest on my fingertips and his hand rubbin’ my thigh and tryin’ like hell to get further toward my crotch... it’s incredible and my hand around his chest slips into his shirt between the buttons and I feel solid smooth muscle and bone. My cock is throbbin’ in my jeans and startin’ to kind of pinch and I push it harder into the biker’s lower back. My hand finds his nipple which is as hard as the Devil’s Tower and I’m rubbin’ it and I feel a shiver run up the guy’s back. I feel him breathing beneath my hand and for some reason that really turns me on.

The bike roars and we move on. The guy puts his hand back on the bar and my thigh aches where he touched me there. I take my hand out of his shirt and move it down to cup his crotch. God, he’s so hard. I can feel the steely outline of his nice cock and the soft globes of his balls through the denim there. My fingertips begin running firm and hard up and down the form of his cock and the biker shudders again.

When the bike wobbles a time or two, I feel his body shift and the throttle begins shifting down, the bike slowing down. Ahead, just on the edge of vision is the desert blur of a small town. We stop at the side of the road and he puts his foot out to steady the bike. Suddenly the engine cuts and the silence is almost louder than the bike.

We sit a second there in the silence. I’m still rubbin’ his cock.

“Get off,” the biker growls.

What the fuck? He started it, rubbin’ on my thigh like that.

I sigh a big sigh and swing my leg off and stand at the side of the road. God, now I’m horny and hungry. The guy stands up and swings his leg off the bike, kicks out the kickstand and loads the bike upright. Walks around the back of the bike toward me. His crotch is huge from my rubbin’ it, but he still has on those sunglasses so I can’t tell what his eyes are tryin’ to say.

“The fuck, dude?” I say, tryin’ to sound as grumpy and menacing as I can. But the guy is a bit taller than me and if you know me at all you’ll know that’s pretty tall, since I’m 6’ 4”. The guy saunters right up to me, practically nose to nose. He’s breathin’ hard through his nose like a pissed off bull.

His hand cups my crotch and he leans in and his mouth meets mine, his mustache fuckin’ my beard. And he tastes like coffee and and man and hot desert wind and his tongue is moving down my throat and I’m groanin’ with the pure lust of it.

His hands are on my shoulders and I feel my leather suspenders pulled down off my shoulders. I don’t stop kissin’ him because this horny bastard’s pretty good at it and who’d want to stop? I feel his hands unbuttoning my pants and my boner’s startin’ to slide out all high and mighty like it owns the world and soon my pants are at my boot tops and I’m naked from the waistdown, my cock beating up against the guy’s crotch.

I pull back to catch my breath and to watch the guy unbutton and unzip his pants. Like I said, he’s wearing chaps so I only get the crotch glimpse of what’s goin’ on and when he finally gets his pants open, the sweetest hardest curved-to-the-right cock and tight crumply ballsac I ever did see has come out to join me. His cock ain’t huge, but it is quite sufficient and the bend in it looks like it could do some nice damage.

My hands are all on that cock in no time and his leather-gloved hands are on mine and we are givin’ each other some hot mutual jackin’. The leather-gloved hand on my cock sends waves of fuck lust through me instantly and I’m groanin’ with the guy’s tongue down my throat and it’s hard to concentrate on his handjob with how good my own cock’s feelin’. Throws my rhythm off.

In a moment, I feel the fuck lust rising and it’s far too late to stop it and I gasp and say, “Fuck, I’m cummin’, man,” and the biker takes a step back and whacks my cock harder and fuck there it is! Wave after wave of hot cum flies up and out my cock in loopy swirls fallin’ through the desert air.

“Aww, fuuuck,” I groan. The image of my face in full orgasm reflected in his dark sunglasses makes me cum even harder.

When the last of my cum’s dribbled out and the guy’s licked the excess off his leather glove, he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me against the bike face down

Now, anyone who knows me knows I don’t get fucked much. I mean I ain’t cherry or nothin’ but I usually am the fucker, not the fuckee. But hell this guy’s been good to me and after all I have no grass or gas, so...

I feel his cockhead nuzzlin’ against my ass.

“Wait,” I say, reachin’ into my pocket, pulling out a condom and a packet of lube. While I’m bent over getting these out of my pocket, his fingers are rubbin’ up and down my ass crack and as tempting as it all is, I don’t ride without protection.

“Put it on, stud,” I say, “or this tight hot hole ain’t for you to ride.”

I hear him rippin’ into it and I lay back down on my belly on the bike seat. Look up and down the road to make sure, but no one’s in sight. After a moment, I feel his lubed up, sheathed fat curvy cock pressin’ against my tight hole.

Fuck. It’s been a while.

I breathe deep and rub my hands over the smooth metal body of the Buell to distract the pain in my asshole. I relax and push to pull his cock in. Breathe in and feel that hard tube slippin’ in slow and steady. The biker is groaning.

“Tight,” he grunts. “Tight.”

His hand is flat on the middle of my back and his other hand is on my hip, pullin’ me deeper onto his cock. I feel his cock move into me and I’m breathin’ deep to take it all and it burns, but fuck it feels good too and there’s something about the metal of the Buell and the hard of his biker cock and his hand pressin’ down on my back that makes my cock stir with renewed life.

Soon I feel his balls against my ass cheeks, high and tight and full, and he begins fuckin’ my ass with quick shallow strokes, like he’s already close and could cum easily and it feels so fucking good and I’m startin’ to really groan now. His cock jabs in and out of my tight ass and I feel like screaming with the good of it.

“Aw, shit,” I hear myself say, “fuck my tight man pussy, fucker.” Because I swear butch top that I usually am, at this moment, I’m this hot biker’s bitch and I’m going to let him know how good it is too.

The biker grunts and keeps fuckin’ my ass and my prostate is gettin’ rubbed real nice and I’m getting hard and into it, thrusting my hips back to every thrust of his. We’re fuckin’ like two jackrabbits in heat and he’s shouting little shouts as he thrusts and it’s so hot I feel like I could cum again.

“Here you go,” he says in my ear. “Aww!”

And I feel his cock jerk and jerk as his cum fills the sheath and I’m in fuck heaven feelin’ this guy unloading his lust deep up my ass.

“Aww, Christ,” he says, “so good.”

He collapses against my back and for a moment I’m a Buell and Biker sandwich. We’re both breathing hard and my cock is throbbing against the metal of the machine.

After a moment of stillness, he slowly pulls out his cock and tosses the rubber into a sagebrush. The feeling of his curved cock leavin’ my ass is a little like love and a little like heartbreak, but I take even that like a man and bend down to pull up my pants and suspenders. The slick sensation between my ass cheeks from the lube and the sex is hot.

“Well, fucker,” the biker growls in that low sexy voice. “Got my ass. Now it’s time to get you gas.”

He hops onto his Buell and revs up the motor. I slide in behind him, leaning my hard crotch against his gnarly biker ass. But, damn, I’m still hungry as a bear.

Hot Beach, Hot Bear

I’m horny as fuck and there’s all this damn manliness strutting, posing, sunbathing, sweating and hardening on this strip of sand and what’s a bear to do? I tried ignoring ‘em, just lay here and mind my own damn business. But I mean, fuck! Look at that guy. The one with the blue speedo. He’s been showing his ass to everyone on this beach, but so far anyone that approaches him only gets snubbed and sorry. Fuckin’ cocktease.

I tried to ignore the hunk with his wife and baby whose got his blonde hairy chest stickin’ out for the sun to burn. The one whose balls keep slippin’ down out of his shorts. For a while, I tried standin’ neck-deep in the water, just where I could see that beautiful hairy ballsac, touchin’ myself just out of sheer mad fuck-me horniness. But finally, the wife wised up and adjusted his shorts. Fuckin’ jealous bitch.

Face it, the beach is no place to try to get laid. It’s too fuckin’ public and there’s too many cockteases and straight men around.

What’s a horny bear to do?

Obviously, I’m gonna need to make a break for the willowy dunes behind the beach and whack one off real quick so I can get on with my sun worship.

The sand is hot on my bare feet, but I finally make it to the dunes. I climb up one side and am just heading down the other when I practically trip over a guy. He’s layin’ out on a large blanket, in a kind of big bowl in the dunes, completely out of view of anyone else.

“Shit,” I say, trying to avoid stepping on him. “Sorry, dude, I didn’t see ya.”

The guy puts a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes. My eyes automatically go to the hair in his armpit, thick and straight and greying-black.

“That’s all right,” he says. “I saw you.”

That kinda stops me. I look into his face to see if I can read its meaning. The guy’s maybe fifty, fifty-one. He’s got straight black and grey hair that falls towards his eyes thickly. A thick bushy mustache moves from his upper lip down the side of his cheeks to his jawline. He has a tuft of grey hair beneath his lower lip. His chest is fuckin’ hairy and barreled and he has a paunch that’s covered in grey and black hair. I haven’t seen a guy this hairy in a long time.

His face is playin’ poker with me.

“What do you mean, you saw me?” I ask. My dick is throbbin’ inside my swimtrunks, but I’m tryin’ to just ignore it for now. But you know cocks. Eventually here I’m gonna have to adjust it.

“I saw you earlier,” the guy says, “looking at that guy with ball dangle.”

Ball dangle. Never heard that one before.

“No crime against lookin’,” I say. Adjust. Adjust.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, lookin’ right at my package. “I was hopin’ you’d be coming up over that dune.”

He’s layin’ flat on his back and he puts his feet down and lifts his hips. He slides his trunks down off his hips and down his legs. His cock is nice, almost fully hard and really really thick. Like one of those thick cocks with the small heads that are real fun to gag on? His ballsac is hairier than the rest of him, if you can believe it. I mean, look at this guy. Shit.

“What did you have in mind, partner?” I ask, laughin’.

He smiles, pats the blanket next to him. He reaches over to his beach bag and turns the contents of the bag out onto the blanket: suntan lotion, flipflops, car keys, lube and about eighty condoms. “You’ll think of something,” he says.

He sits up and pulls at the waist of my swimtrunks. My cock flies out of my swimtrunks like it’s never had it this good and I kick my legs free and kneel on the blanket.

“Oh, son,” the man says. “I think daddy’s gonna need fucked today.”

He turns over on the blanket and puts his ass in my face. It is so hairy and beautiful and round and fuckin’ hairy. And the hair slopes down off the triangle at the base of his back and swirls around and around his ass crack and sweeps down his legs and at this point my cock is sayin’ “What the fuck are you waitin’ for?”

And so, what’s a man to do?

I reach for a condom and slide it on. My cock is practically barking, throbbing and rubbing against this hot older guy’s ass cheeks. I dribble some lube down onto his pucker.

“Plow me, boy,” the guys says. “Dig it in deep.”

So I dig it in.

His tight asshole resists at first. I can get maybe half my cockhead in. He’s groaning and I notice he’s placed his face onto the blanket and his eyes are closed. “Aww,” he says. “Yeah, boy. Wait a moment. Let daddy catch up.”

I wait. My cock doesn’t want to. It’s about to split that fuckin’ condom in two and tear this guy’s asshole apart, but I wait. After a few seconds, I feel his asshole relax and my cock begins sliding in. The feeling. Oh fuck. The feeling of my hard veiny cock digging deeper and deeper into this hairy older guys’ hot tight slick hole is so good.

“Fuck, yeah,” the man says. “Do me. Do me now.”

And I pull back and feel the tight clench down every inch of my cock and I plunge deep in.

“OOhhh!” he says when I’m all the way in. “Fuck me.”

My hand goes to the center of his back and my fingers entwine in the hair there and he’s groaning into the blanket and crying out for me to fuck him. So I fuck him. I fuck him good. This bear’s gonna fuck this daddy until his whole family feels it.

“Gonna make you scream,” I growl.

“Yeah, boy,” the guy says, “Make me scream. Fuck me.”

And my hips are jabbin’ against his round ass and my balls are slap slap slapping against the cheeks and my cock is feeling so tightly squeezed and liquid happy and the sun is beating down on us both and I don’t even notice the guy standin’ over us on top of the dune.

“Fuck!” I say, stopping still.

“Don’t stop,” the guy I’m fuckin’ groans.

The man on the dune is fully dressed. He’s smoking a cigar. He’s wearing sunglasses, tan pants with a stripe up the side. And a badge on his shirt.

We’re fucked.

I’m expecting my cock to soften, but it’s still hard as stone and, for the life of me, I can’t help it, but I’m still rockin’ my hips a little bit. In and out. In and out. I’m starin’ at this cop who isn’t moving. Just watching us. His hand slowly begins moving to the side until it rests on his gun.

The cop takes a few steps toward us. “What have we here?” he says in the meanest fucker voice I can imagine.

“Fuck!” I say again. But it’s more ‘cause I really need to keep moving. I’m sorry to say it, but the feeling of this older guys hot tight ass clenching my slicked up and ready cock is too much for me and since I’m going to jail, might as well get a good fuck out of it.

And so, what the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“Jesus,” my guy says, ‘cause he’s finally looked up and seen the cop, but by this point it’s too late. I thrust deep. “Aww,” the guy says. I pull out slow.

The cop stops moving forward. He’s pulling the cigar out of his mouth. I can smell the tang of it in the air. I pull my hips back and thrust deep again. “Fuck,” the man groans.

The cop unbuckles his belt.

I pull back and grab the guy’s hips with both hands and fuckin’ thrust harder than a man ever has and the guy screams out with pleasure and pain. The cop has his zipper down and is moving toward the guy.

I reach down and pull the guy up by the hair. He’s got that unfocused sex look on his face, but he sees what the cop’s wanting and he wants it too. The cop flops out the biggest motherfuckin’ hardon and a ballsac the size of Texas. God, this cop is one twisted ass hot lookin’ guy. The cop says nothing. He doesn’t have to.

I thrust deep into the older guy’s ass as he opens his mouth wide. The cop grabs the guy by the hair and thrusts his hard cock deep down the guy’s throat. “Mmmff,” is all the guy can say.

I start up my rhythm again. Thrusting deep into the older guy’s ass while the cop begins movin’ his hips in a kind of circular motion that ends with a hard thrust into the poor guy’s mouth.

I’m fuckin’ the daddy’s ass deep and the cop is fuckin’ his face hard and I reach my hand up and I can feel the cop’s hard abs underneath his shirt and I’m a little jealous I’m not suckin’ him off ‘cause he is one fuckin’ hot cop. I thrust hard and the cop thrusts hard and the guy is gagging and moaning and his body is getting used from both sides and the cop bends from the waist and takes the cigar out of his mouth and kisses me.

My mouth opens for this guy’s tongue invasion, because he’s obviously in charge here and the taste of the cigar on his breath drives me fuckin’ wild and I start really rammin’ this guy’s ass now.

In and out and in and the tight and the hot and I feel my balls rising up and full of cum about to explode and the cop is groaning now, facefucking the guy who god knows how he can breathe. Fuckin’ and fuckin’ until I know I’m gonna pop. The cop pulls back and it’s obvious he’s getting close too.

“Aw, fuck!” I say and the cum flies up and through my cock and fills the sheath and I feel the guy’s asshole twitching and tightening as my cock drains and the cop suddenly breathes in sharp and slams his groin into the guy’s face and the guy’s swallowing and swallowing the cop’s jizz as fast as he can. And cum is dripping down the older guy’s mustache, down his chin and neck.

The blanket’s a mess. Cum and lube and sweat all over. And I’m breathing hard, my hand on this guy’s back and the cop is standing there with his semi-hard dick still dripping with cum.

“Look, officer–” I start to say.

The cop makes a gesture with his cigar and I shut up. The older guy sits on the blanket, sheepishly wiping the cum from his chin.

“Don’t worry,” the cop says. “We’re off duty.”

He smiles, his teeth clamped down on the cigar. The older guy looks up at me.

“We?” I say.

“Yeah,” the cop says. “Didn’t Phil tell ya?”

The older guy points to the contents of his beach bag in a pile on the blanket. There, amongst the other stuff, is the badge I missed the first time.

Hot beach. Hot bear. Two hot cops.

Ya gotta love summer.

Top Lessons (Motel Security 2)

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Motel Security

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Speed Chaser

The cop gets off his motorcycle and begins walking up to my car window. Damn. I swear to god I was only doing 60 in a 60 zone. It’s the middle of buttfuck nowhere and there’s no traffic but me and the motorcycle cop, so I guess I’m the lucky county donation of the day.

Fuck.

The cop is kind of short, kind of medium build with a little bulge at his tummy. He’s wearing black gloves and black boots and his uniform looks like any other cop’s, but his sleeves are rolled up revealing the thickest mat of black hair I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a helmet and those fucking reflective sunglasses that are really hot, even though it doesn’t let you see his eyes.

My cock takes notice and begins jumping in my pants like a fuckin’ puppy dog in heat.

Just on the off-chance that I am one lucky bastard, I begin unbuttoning my shirt. I’m a pretty big guy, nice round belly covered in fur, a hairy chest with brown lickable nipples. I pull my shirt open just as the cop comes up to my window. All I see is a nice bulging crotch and belly. And a gun at his side.

“You in a hurry today?” he says.

Goddamn it.

“No, officer,” I say, staring right at his crotch, “I wasn’t aware I was speeding.” I rub my belly slowly with one paw and wait. My cock likes the sight and the feeling of my own bear fur between my fingers and begins pushing harder against my jeans.

The cop puts one gloved hand on the sill of my car window and lowers himself into a crouch so that he’s looking eye to eye with me. His sunglasses reflect back to me an image of me all hairy and heavy and rubbin’ my belly.

The cop licks his lips and clears his throat.

“You know,” he says in a husky voice. “When you are speeding down the road and I clock you and find you breaking the law, I’m required to go after you. And you know what that makes me, don’t you?”

I shake my head.

“A chaser,” he says. The cop reaches in with his gloved hand and pinches one of my nipples. “You make me a chaser, big man.”

My cock jumps and I gasp with the pain and pleasure of it. This can’t really be happening.

“Get out of the car,” he says. He stands up and backs back, never taking his eyes off me.

Fuck, am I really this lucky?

“Yes, sir,” I mumble, praying I’m not mistaken in his meaning.

I open the car door and step out, feeling my back stretch from the stiffness of driving and the stiffness of my cock in my pants. I close the car door. The highway’s completely empty as far as I can see. The sun is just beginning to think about setting.

“Hands against the car,” the cop says. “And spread ‘em.”

I throw him my most evil grin. “Whatever you say, officer,” I say. I turn and put my hands on the car roof and spread my legs apart. “Shouldn’t you read me my rights?” I growl.

I feel the cop’s crotch press against my butt. He seems ample enough to do damage if he wanted. His belly presses into my back. His hands move around the front of my body, patting down my chest, lingering on the nipples there, slowly rubbing my belly, moving down to my hips and crotch. He steps a step back and works his hands down one leg and then slowly down the other. Then he reaches between my legs with one hand and begins feeling my hard cock and balls.

“I see I’ve caught me an outlaw,” the cop says, tugging on my hard shaft through my pants. “Get those off.”

“Here?” I say, looking up and down the road. We’re alone out here on the highway, but there is a small hill about 1/4 mile away and I don’t know if I’d have time to get redressed if someone came barreling down the road.

“You want to argue with me, fucker?” the cop says.

I stand upright and begin unbuckling my belt. I don’t turn around. I hear him unzipping his pants and the jangle of hardware hitting the concrete. I drop my trousers to my ankles.

“Take your shirt off,” he says. I pull my shirt off, tossing it into the car. The evening is mellow and warm and my nipples harden in a slight warm breeze.

There is the clatter of his helmet hitting the pavement and, before I can turn around to look, I feel his face pressing into my ass cheeks. I still have my cotton briefs on. It feels good feeling his nose and mouth pressing through the fabric of my underwear as he pulls my ass cheeks apart and dives between them.

“Ungh,” I grunt, bending a bit to give him better access.

“Better lose the shorts too,” the cop says.

Fuck, I need no more encouragement. I grab the waistband and shuck ‘em as fast as gravity will allow. The cop dives again into my ass, this time with his tongue darting and poking into my tight little asshole.

“Damn, officer,” I growl. “Dig in there.”

The cop grunts an assent and doesn’t stop digging out my asshole with his hot wet tongue. I arch my back a little trying to impale myself on his tongue while his big gloved hands pull my ass cheeks to the breaking point. He reaches one hand between my legs, encircles my ballsack with his gloved fist and tugs firmly down.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say, “Tug on them balls.”

The cop begins lapping my ass like a dog licking his own nuts. He is grunting and groaning as he licks there and my ass is starting to twitch open and closed with each lick, getting wetter and wetter with cop spit.

Finally, the cop pulls off my ass. “Nice round tasty ass,” the cop says, “for a law breaker.”

I chuckle a bit. I like this guy and damn can he rim.

“Turn around,” the cop orders.

I stand upright again and carefully, shift my feet so that I’ve turned facing him. He has his glasses off and his eyes are blue as the fuckin’ summer sky and his eyebrows are so black and full that all I can think about is how much I want to lick them. But before I can even think about it, the cop bends toward my fully exposed crotch.

My cock, already hard as granite from the rim job and this hot hairy cop in front of me, is ready to sink itself into this guy’s seet juicy mouth. But the cop doesn’t part his lips. Instead, he leans forward and sniffs.

First he sniffs down the length of my cock. Then he sniffs my ballsack. I can feel his lips just brushing against my scrotum and the sensation sends shockwaves through my body. I reach out to grab the back of his head, but the cop bats my hand away.

“Arms behind your back!” he orders.

I put my hands behind my back and wait. The cop continues sniffing my bush and my belly, his gloved hands holding onto my hips as his lips slightly graze my skin.

“Nothing like the smell of an outlaw,” he finally says.

My cock is pointing right at his mouth by now. “Aw, please, sir,” I groan. “Please, suck me.”

“Shut up,” the officer says. He licks his lips, taunting me. I reach for his head again and he smacks my arm hard.

“Behind your back, fucker!” he says.

I groan and put my hand back behind me.

The cop moves his head in circles, teasing me with the thought of where those nice soft lips will land. My cock is slobbering a gob of precum and will explode all on its own if this hot sexy cop doesn’t get to it.

“Please,” I whisper. “Aw, fuck, I can’t stand it.”

“Beg,” the cop says.

I have to admit I begin whining like the bitch he’s made me, “Please,” I whine, “Please, sir, suck it.”

With one long slow lick of his lips, the cop opens his mouth and dives onto my balls. I feel the warmth of his wet lips and tongue bathing my ballsack with heat and moisture as my cock throbs against his cheek and forehead. I’m bucking my hips a little, hoping the friction of my cock on his face will get me off, but before that can happen, the cop pulls off my balls and in one excruciating move, dives down the full length of my cockshaft with his warm salivating mouth.

I gasp and groan and I feel my cock deep, deep in this cop’s throat and this guy is a magnificent sucker of cock and I feel his tongue bathing the full length of my shaft with hot wet spit. I don’t know if I can take much of it and I’m about to tell him so when he grasps the base of my cock with one gloved hand and pulls my ballsack with the other.

“Ah god, I’m going to cum!” I say.

The cop begins pounding up and down the length of my shaft with his hot tight suctioning mouth and I can feel a huge load getting ready to blast out my cock and the cop pulling on my balls and squeezing the base of my cock and bam! the cum shoots and I’m growling in pleasure wanting so bad to grab his face, but not doing it and pumping load after load after load of hot bear jizz into the cop’s waiting throat.

The cop slows down, but continues to suckle my cock until I am entirely drained of all my jizz. I look down and realize my hand is on his head and he hasn’t batted it away and I can’t remember putting it there. Below his head, I see the cop’s wanking off on his cock which is curved up and hard and throbbing out of the biggest darkest bush I’ve ever seen. He pulls off my cock and smacks his lips, licking the cum out the corners of his mouth.

“On your knees,” the cop orders.

He stands up in the street as I kneel down in front of him. “Suck me off,” the officer says. “Hurry, I’m going to cum soon.”

I look up into his eyes. “Yes, sir,” I say, placing my hands behind my back again. “I am not resisting.”

The cop chuckles and then groans as I swallow his hard curvy veiny cock down to his big black bush.

“Argh!” the cop groans.

He doesn’t stand on ceremony. He fucks my face like he’s never had his cock sucked in his life and it’s everything I can do to remember my training and experience and keep from choking on his ever-hardening tool. His hand is on the back of my head and his cock is slamming into the back of my throat and I can taste the salt of his precum and feel the throb of the vein of his cock on my tongue.

“I’m coming,” he says. “Swallow it, fucker.”

And he shoots and shoots the thickest creamiest cum and I swallow it, I swear to Christ, like a pro. He continues to pound and pound my face for at least another couple minutes as I try to swallow the massive load of cum this cop has to give me. It’s drooled out my mouth and into my beard and some drops of cum have even landed on my belly.

At last, the cop pulls out of my mouth. I am gasping for air and I know the back of my throat is going to hurt at least through tomorrow.

“Get dressed and get out of here,” the cop says, pulling up his trousers and gun belt. “And don’t let me catch you speeding in these parts again.”

I stand up and begin redressing, all the while watching the cop buttoning and zipping and readjusting his belt.

“But if I don’t break the law by speeding, officer,” I say, “how will you ever chase me?”

The cop grins, puts his glasses back on and slaps me on the ass.

“Fuckin’ outlaw,” he chuckles as he moves to his bike.

That’s me. Come chase me.