National Defense

The stunning sight of eight thick cut inches of prime cock pissing at a urinal, caught good-looking 25-year-old David Kelsey’s eye as he stood pissing at the next urinal. It was October 1951, in the men’s room of Washington D.C.’s Willard Hotel. David worked a few blocks away as an assistant analyst at the Department of Agriculture. It was his habit at lunchtime to visit this men’s room as it was a known venue to meet men to suck off, which is what David craved to do. He was an unrepentant cocksucker.

 After looking down a few times at the stranger’s cock to show he was interested in it, David looked up and into the stranger’s eyes. The stranger was as appealing as his cock. He was in his early 20’s, medium height, athletic and dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt and blue tie. He face had chiseled cleanshaven features, black curly hair, and dark brown eyes. He was movie star handsome. The stranger grinned at David with his sensuous mouth. The stranger packed up his manhood into his suit trousers, turned away and walked into a stall. The men’s room was crowded. David finished pissing, zipped himself up, counted to 30, and walked into the stall the stranger had gone into. He shut and locked the door.

 The stranger was standing, his fly was unzipped, he was stroking his slab of meat, his bull-sized balls were on display. David sunk to his knees on the white-tiled men’s room floor. He opened and hollowed out his mouth and took in the stranger’s cock. David was delirious as he inhaled the scent of this clean, yet slightly sweaty manhood. Oh, this was his lucky day! He was thrilled by the privilege to be allowed to suck on such a great cock! His lips and tongue lavished the exceptional rod’s sculpted head and long shaft and suckled those fantastic heavy balls. The stranger stared down at him impassively.

 The delicious taste of the stranger’s precum electrified David. He now set about to deepthroating the log of man flesh. His head was like a piston, extending back and forth, totally working it with his mouth. His teary eyes bulged. He couldn’t wait to swallow down the stranger’s load of cum. David’s own seven-inch cock was straining in his trousers; he unzipped and took it out and began jerking it. David could feel the stranger’s cock start to twitch. Oh yes! David was now guzzling the stranger’s thick gobs of hot cum, it tasted so good. When it finished shooting, the stranger pulled his cock out of David’ mouth, the now soft slick piece dangled and glistened with strands of saliva and precum. The stranger wiped his sated organ clean with toilet paper, put it back in his trousers and zipped up.

 “You’re under arrest for committing an act prevision” said the stranger in a deep low voice, taking out his Metropolitan Police Department of the District of Columbia’s shield and showing it to David. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back.” The red-faced David immediately went on automatic pilot. He put his still stiff cock back in his trousers. He stood trembling and weeping, he put his hands behind his back.

21-year-old Officer Don Grant handcuffed David, he then unlocked and opened the stall door. He led David through the men’s room, they were followed by a young suited blond man who had been in the next stall observing that sordid spectacle of oral copulation. The men in the bathroom looked at David with disgust, the men’s room attendant shook his head. David was led through the hotel lobby past patrons who stared at him with disdain.

 “So, Mike, you see how it’s done” said Don as he was driving their patrol car to the stationhouse.

 “Yeah, Don I sure do!” laughed 20-year-old rookie Michael Leary, Don’s new partner.

 “Good, because after lunch, you’ll be making your first bust…”

 They arrived at the stationhouse; David was taken away by two other officers to be booked. His fingerprints and mugshots would be taken. His name would be in the evening papers along with the other perverts arrested that day.

 Don and Mike sat at their desks, typing up their incident reports, detailing the lewd interaction. They handed them in to the sergeant. They went to the diner across the street. Don had a ham and swiss sandwich, Mike had an egg salad sandwich, they each had a cup of coffee. Don drove their patrol car and parked near Blair House, another of the city’s A-list hotels that attracted perverts.

 In the men’s room, Don stood at a urinal a distance away from Mike. Mike hauled his creamy seven-and-half-inch young cock and began pissing. Sure enough, a suited guy in his 30’s was now the urinal adjacent to Mike. The guy checked out Mike’s sensational manhood. Mike smiled at him, turned and went into a stall. The guy soon followed him. Don went into the next stall, stood on the toilet and watched.

 The guy was on his knees, slobbering his mouth all over Mike’s hard cock with his tongue and mouth, yeah he was a real queer who couldn’t resist putting a big hard young cock down his throat. Mike just stood and let the queer have his thrills, his balls were fondled. Mike’s face was contorted with pleasure, he grimaced as his cock shot off it’s full load of cum in the guy’s mouth. Mike cleaned it off and put it away. “You’re under arrest…”

 Mike led the cuffed guy away in shame, with Don behind them. They drove back to the stationhouse; the perp was booked, and they typed up their reports. The day passed, they visited a movie theater and a department store men’s room. They each got sucked off two more times by perverts.

 “Kid, you did great today” said Don. They were at the Donegal Tavern, a police hangout near the stationhouse. Don and Mike sat in a booth sipping whiskey and smoking Camels.

 “Thanks Don, you’re a great teacher!” said Mike.

 “Hey! Congratulations, kid!” said Sergeant Barnes to Mike, stopping by their booth. “One of the fruits you bagged is an assistant Secretary of State! That one’s going to trial, so you two will be the star witnesses…”

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 21-year-old Don Grant was born in Baltimore, Maryland, to first-generation Italian American immigrant parents. Don’s birth name was Donatello Gigante. His father owned his own one-chair downtown barbershop. His working long and hard six days a week fed his family and kept them in a modest house. Don was the youngest of four children and the only son, he was treated like a prince.

 When he came of age, his father took him to a whorehouse. “You’re a man now, you got your needs. One day, you’ll meet a nice girl and start a family. Until then, this is where you go when you get those feelings.” His father paid the madam, Don lost his virginity to a pretty blonde, who showed him what his big cock was for and to expect it and himself to pleasured totally. That included getting it sucked off.

 Don did well in high school and was accepted into the University of Maryland. His parents were overjoyed that their only son was going to be a college man and go further in life. Don was an excellent student and popular around campus. He and his pals were not interested in marriage at this point, and so fucked loose girls or went to whores.

 Near the end of Don’s sophomore year, there was a special assembly for him and a few other select sophomore males.

 “Good afternoon, I’m assistant Chief Brophy of the Metropolitan Police Department of the District of Columbia…” Officer Brophy was there to recruit college men onto the force. The department had a 64 college-credit requirement which the young men had fulfilled. After six months training at the police academy, the department would pay tuition in a night school of a prestigious university. Graduates could decide to stay on the force or leave after their education was complete. The department wanted the best, the brightest and the hung on the force.

 “That’s a great job! Full-benefits and a pension! We’re proud of you!” Don’s parents were ecstatic. Don and two other sophomores left college and went into police training. His parents were joyous at his graduation ceremony. Don was told that it was in his best interests, for his career if he changed his name to something less ethnic. So, Donatello Gigante officially became Don Grant.

 The first day at the stationhouse was exciting for Don and his colleagues. They were to be interviewed and given their special assignments. His fellow students were assigned partners and put out on a special trail. It was Don’s turn to meet with Sergeant Barnes in his office.

 “Young man, you possess the right look and the right equipment to be placed on a special division.”

 “Equipment, sir?”

 “You’re well endowed.”

 “Huh?”

 “You have a big cock!”

 “Sir?!” said the blushing Don.

 “It’s in your college medical report, we were alerted to your special feature, that's why you're here. Young man, there’s a plague of degenerates in government jobs that have overrun our nation’s capital. The Department has an elite task force in operation to combat that. Do you know any queers?”

 “Just one, sir. A Boy Scout patrol leader who put the make on me.”

 “Describe the incident.”

 “We were in the tent, in our sleeping bags. I was woken by the queer touching my private parts.”

 “What did you do?”

 “I socked him in the face, gave him a black eye. The next morning, like a loyal American I reported him to the Troop Leader. The queer was expelled from the Troop on the spot, he and his family soon moved away.”

 “Disgusting! Even the Boy Scouts are infested with degenerates, what was his name?”

 “Gabriel Linden.”

 “Very good, son” said Sergeant Barnes writing it down.  “Ever had your cock sucked by a queer?”

 “No sir!”

 “Ever fuck a queer up the ass?”

 “No sir!”

 “Excellent! Pure and normal young men like yourself are being tasked to defend democracy.” Chief Barnes handed Don a business card with a name and address. “Go there for training today, in the morning report to your new partner Officer Burton..."

 Don went to an apartment building and knocked on the door. It was opened by the cute 19-year-old blonde and blue-eyed Jeremy.

 “Yes?” he said in a musical voice.

 “Uh, I’m from the police department, I was told to report here for training.”

 “Come on in…” Jeremy and Don sat on a couch. “I was arrested six months ago in the Georgetown University men’s room for sucking cock. The magnificent  cock I magnificently sucked off, belonged to an undercover cop posing as a student. Sergeant Barnes made me an offer. In return for dropping the charges so I wouldn’t be expelled and so my parents wouldn’t find out what I was, that I make myself available to rookies like you. To get you all used to sex with a man. Some punishment!” laughed Jeremy, groping Don’s crotch. “Oh, Mr. Policeman is excited!”

 Jeremy continued fondling Don’s cock and balls through his pants, then he went for his belt. “Oh!” exclaimed Jeremy when had Don’s fantastic eight-inch-thick ramrod in his hands. Don sat back in fascination as Jeremy opened his mouth wide and took him in. The sensations of Jeremy’s luscious lips and velvet tongue working his cock and balls felt awesome. This queer was giving Don the best head he had ever had, and Don was used to getting his cock sucked by professional whores. Don watched Jeremy’s head happily bobbing up and down on his joint.

 “FUCK!” roared Don as he shot off his load which was eagerly swallowed by Jeremy’s greedy throat. Don usually lasted longer, but with the excitement and Jeremy’s skills, he came fast. He started pulling up his pants.

 “Not so fast, you have more to learn” cooed Jeremy. “Would you like a drink?”

 “No, I’m on duty.”

 Jeremy laughed as he poured gin into a glass. He sipped as he smoked a Lucky Strike.

 “We’re going to wait awhile, until you’re big and hard again. Then, I’m going to train you to give a fairy what he lives for!”

 Don sat silently, aware that his cock was getting hard again, even though he’d just been sucked off.

 “Oh, Mr. Policeman is all hot and bothered again!” sighed Jeremy, stroking Don’s cock.

 Jeremey rose and took of his clothes; he was wearing a white jockstrap straining with the bulge of his own excited cock. “Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Policeman.” Don took his clothes off and followed Jeremy to the bedroom. Jeremy got on the bed on all fours, his ass was raised. “Grease up and come and get it!”

 Don took the jar of Vaseline and the night table, opened it and slathered his cock. He went to Jeremy’s ass and took a deep breath. He was confused. He’d never had any interest in boy ass, yet he was now supposed to fuck one for truth, justice and the American way. He put the tip of his cock in Jeremy’s hole and paused. He couldn’t imagine his massive manhood fitting in to Jeremy’s small asshole.

 “Come on! Give it to me!” roared Jeremy.

 “Oh yeah, you sick queer, I’ll give it to you!”

 Don rammed his greased-up cock straight in and up Jeremy’s ass, it amazingly snapped into place, deep inside Jeremy, splitting him open. The grunting Don then began fucking the whimpering Jeremy.

 Well, thought Don, a mouth is a mouth and hole’s a hole. This hole was tight, it wasn’t a pussy, but it’ll do. Friction is friction. Jeremy bucked his ass against Don’s thrusting cock and was joyously babbling. Don yelled as he felt his cock shoot off inside Jeremy. He pulled out, there was the sight of Jeremy’s ravaged ass, leaking with his cum.

 Don went to the bathroom, showered and got dressed. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and thought about what he’d just done for his country.  

 “Nice meeting you” laughed Jeremy, seeing Don to the door. Don saw that Jeremy’s jockstrap was soiled; he came from Don’s fucking him.

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 “Good morning, I am Officer Mark Burton, we’re partners now” drawled Don’s new companion in a Southern accent. He was young, tall, rugged and handsome. They shook hands. “Jeremy trained you yesterday?”

 “Yes.”

 “I busted him, so I know that pervert gave you a good time. Okay, you’re going to observe me this morning, and in the afternoon, you’ll make your first collar…”

 At the Willard Hotel that morning, Don learned the techniques of tempting degenerates, who looked like normal men. Mark’s uncut cock was even bigger than Don’s and was a queer magnet in the men’s room. Mark stood tall and proud at a urinal, stroking his massive manhood, as his large ball sack swayed. The suited queers were in a tizzy to get to the urinal next to Mark’s, they wanted his cock. The lucky one to get to the prized urinal first, staring at Mark’s cock with blatant lust. Mark made eye contact, put his cock away and walked into a stall. Don went into the adjoining stall, stood on the toilet and watched from above. The queer was on his knees sucking Mark’s cock. Mark’s face was blank, then his gritted his teeth as he came in the queer’s mouth. “You’re under arrest…” Don learned how to cuff and march a degenerate to the patrol car, send him to booking and to fill out an incident report.

 Don’s first collar was a nondescript middle-aged man. Don hauled out his cock at a urinal and in no time the queer was on a stall’s floor sucking him off. Don confidentially arrested him, cuffed him and marched him away.

 Every week, Don drove home for Sunday dinner. His mother made his favorite dishes and his father beamed in Don’s presence. After dinner, Don would kiss his mother and hug his father goodbye. Then, he would go to the whorehouse his father had taken him to. He’d pick out a girl, go to a room, she’d suck his cock and he’d fuck her wildly. He was a red-blooded and all-American young man.

 At one dinner, his older sister brought a friend she’d made at the Baltimore department store she worked in. 21-year-old Katherine Woods was pretty, blonde and smart, she and Don it off. Their dating consisted of Don driving in early on Sundays, they’d go to a movie, then to his parents for dinner. He’d kiss her goodbye on the cheek, then it was off to the whorehouse.

 So, it went for months. His partner, Mark Burton was promoted and moved on. Don was now the senior partner and thus trained Mike.

 “The Bureau has been informed of your successful operations and has had its eye on you” said Special Agent Mulgrew to Don, in his office at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Don had been summoned. “The Director himself wants you on this case…”

 “Yes sir” said Don as he took a file Mulgrew gave him. It concerned the handsome charismatic 36-year-old Democratic Nevada Governor Daniel Thorne, a fresh-faced boy wonder of American politics. He was a W.W. II. hero, got elected to the state legislature in 1946, and was elected governor in 1948. He was married to a former beauty queen and had two picture-perfect young children. However, there were detailed reports of his covert assignations with men in the file. Thorne was in fact, a pervert.

 “Governor Thorne is flying in to address the National Governor’s conference; he plans to announce his candidacy for the 1952 Democratic presidential nomination there. The Bureau feels he’s a threat to national security, he espouses radical ideas such as a national health care system and racial equality. He’s very popular in the party, and must be stopped, by you…”

 A week later, Officer Don Grant stood in the flight arrival area of Washington National Airport. He was dressed in a specially designed black chauffer’s uniform. The short jacket was tailored to accentuate his thick biceps. The tight trousers showcased his prominent crotch, without underwear; visible through the fabric, to perverts who look at men below the waist with depraved thoughts their minds, were his semi-erect thick penis snaking on his right thigh, and his weighty nut sack jutting forward. His taut shirt emphasized his athletic chest, he wore a black tie, his black leather shoes gleamed. On his head was a black chauffer’s cap. Don held a sign that read, “Governor Thorne.”

 Soon, a crowd of people were milling around, two men went over to Don, their eyes were practically popping out their heads at the sight of him.

 “Good morning, I’m Clark Crenshaw, the governor’s chief of staff” said a handsome man in his 30’s. The other was blond Daniel Thorne, who was even more handsome and magnetic in person with his chiseled facial features.

 “Good morning sir, I’m Roy, your chauffer” said Don.    

 “Nice to meet you, Roy, Daniel Thorne” said the governor in a smooth voice, as he gave Don a firm handshake. “This way, governor…” They went to the limousine.

 “The governor needs privacy to go over his speech” said Clark, who sat next to Don in the limousine, as he flipped the car’s divider screen. Clark spoke to Don during the drive.

 At a red light, Clark handed Don a 100-dollar bill. “After you bring us to the Willard and park, the governor would like you to go to his room, 425. The governor likes to chat for an hour with aggressive American citizens such as yourself, to hear their views on national issues, understand?” said Clark.

 “Yes sir, I understand” said Don, taking the $50.

 “I’m sure that you do” said Clark as he put his hands on the obscene bulge in Don’s tight trousers. Don nonchalantly kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel as he heard the sound of his fly being unzipped by Clark. Don’s eight-inch Italian American cock was now being lavished by Clark’s tongue, soon his ball sack was engulfed by Clark’s mouth. As they passed the Washington Monument, Don’s cock was being deepthroated by Clark. Don was leaking precum which Clark lapped up.

 “You’re all ready for the governor” said the grinning Clark after he took his mouth off Don’s raging hardon. Clark zipped up Don’s trousers. They arrived at the Willard. Clark and the governor got out. Don drove the limousine into the hotel’s garage and parked it. Then he went through the familiar lobby, took the elevator to the fourth floor and knocked on the door.

 It opened, the governor was no longer in a suit, he was wearing a white terry cloth bathrobe and holding a glass.

 “Come in Roy, care for a drink?”

 “Sure, governor.”

 “Call me Dan” said the governor as he poured Don a whiskey.

 “Sure, Dan.”

 “Have a seat” said the governor. They sat on a couch. “Clark tells me your quite understanding of the situation.

 “That I am, Dan.”

 The governor slurped down his whiskey and put the glass on the table. His hands were now feeling and caressing Don’s body through his snug black uniform. The governor was sighing as his hands reached for Don’s belt. He undid it, unzipped the fly, and pulled out his hard dripping cock. “Clark sure was telling the truth!” The governor greedily took the throbbing slab of man flesh in his mouth.

 The governor was quite the cocksucker and seemed in no hurry to cease worshipping Don’s prime young piece with his mouth, he couldn’t get enough of it. Don lit up a Camel, he sat puffing it and sipping his whiskey with his chauffer’s cap perched on his head, while his cock and balls were being serviced by this would-be president. Don finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in a crystal ashtray. He finished his whiskey and the crystal glass thudded as he put it on the coffee table. He put his hand under the governor’s bathrobe, groped the governor’s firm ass and stuck a finger deep inside it. The blushing governor removed his mouth from Don’s cock, got up and walked to the bedroom.

 Don got up and took off all his clothes. With his stiff cock and swaying balls, carrying his black leather belt Don sauntered with his chauffer’s cap on his head, to the bedroom. The athletic governor was now nude on all fours, ass up on the bed. His big cut cock has hard, his meaty balls hung low.

 Don took his belt and began beating the governor’s ass with it. The governor howled with pleasure as Don’s belt lashed his soon red ass. Don tossed it aside, moved to the governor’s face, grabbed him by the hair and began skullfucking his face. The governor skillfully kept up with this oral assault. Don pulled out and walked back behind the governor. Don grabbed the large jar of Vaseline conveniently on the night table and slathered up his cock.

 With one powerful thrust, Don’s cock rammed straight into the governor’s twitching asshole. The governor gurgled with pleasure. Don ruthlessly fucked the sobbing governor. The governor shrieked as his cock shot off gobs of his cum, splattering the bedspread. It was the greatest fuck of the governor’s life. It wasn’t yet over, as Don continued his ferocious assault. Soon, Don’s cock was blasting and coating the presidential contender’s innards with its cum load. Don pulled out. The governor lay trembling and sighing. He collected himself, put his bathrobe back on and limped to the living room, followed by the swaggering nude Don, still wearing his chauffer’s cap.

 The glowing governor poured them each a whiskey, they each lit a Camel, they smoked and sipped in silence as they sat on the couch. Don was nude in his chauffer’s cap, his sated cock and balls flopped on the couch. The governor’s face froze as he heard a key in the door, which opened.

 “Governor Thorne, I am Special FBI Officer Mulgrew…” The governor sat frozen as Mulgrew walked over to a landscape painting on the wall and took it down, a movie camera was revealed. “There’s one in the bedroom, too. Everything that has just occurred in this suite was recorded on sound film. Governor, you are going to cancel your speech tonight. You’re going back to Nevada, there’s a flight leaving in one hour. You will then stay in Nevada and serve out your term. After that, you might consider leaving public life for the private sector, to spend more time with your family.” The dazed governor picked up the telephone and dialed it.

 “Clark, call Hansen and cancel my speech tonight. There’s a statewide crisis, we’re returning to Nevada” he hung up and went to the bathroom, he returned showered and wearing a suit, looking presidential again. The nude Don in his chauffer’s cap, gathered his uniform, went to the bathroom, showered and returned. He went to the garage and drove to the limousine to the hotel’s entrance. The governor and his chief of staff were waiting there. They got into the back of the limousine. Don drove them to Washington National Airport with the car’s divider screen up. The governor and Clark got out, just making their return flight.

 “Officer Grant, the Director will see you now…” Two days later, Don was in the outer office of the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, when the middle-aged pleasant female secretary made her announcement. Since his undercover activities with Governor Thorne, he and his partner Mike had been on their usual beat of busting queers, getting their cocks sucked off several times a day.

 Dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie, Don rose, walked down a hallway and opened the door.

 “Pleased to meet you, Officer Grant” rumbled the 56-year-old stocky and jowly J. Edgar Hoover, as he gave Don a firm handshake. “Have a seat.” Don sat before the Director’s imposing desk. On it, Don saw numerous black and white 8x10 pictures of himself with Governor Thorne, which captured the governor in all his debauched glory taking Don’s grandiose sexual organs every which way. Don also noticed a 16mm film projector in the office’s distance.

 “Young man, congratulations on a job well done. I’ve followed this case with great interest. You have been instrumental in preventing a sick and dangerous man from attaining the highest office in our nation. I see a bright and patriotic future for you. That’s why I wanted to personally offer you a position as a Special Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”

 “Sir, I am honored, and I accept…”  

 “The Bureau expects its agents to be family men.”

 “I’m on that, sir.”

 “Very good, welcome to the Bureau!”

 “Kay, will you marry me?” Don proposed the next Sunday on the porch of his parents’ house.

 “Oh yes, Don. I thought you’d never ask. We were meant for each other; we’re going to have a wonderful life together, with fine children.” They kissed briefly on the lips for the first time and said goodnight. Then, Don went off to the whorehouse.