Dude, You Had My Cock In Your Mouth!

Jon’s head swam from all the whiskey he’d had earlier that evening. Outside the bar in the still, night air, the crunching sound made in the frozen gravel as Jon walked to his SUV reflected the solitary state in which he found himself. The bitter cold, night air collided with his warm breath forming a fleeting, white vapor that temporarily hid the cum drying around his pink, succulent lips, on the end of his cute, upturned Scandinavian nose, and against his fair, smooth cheeks. Certainly, had the hot, blonde jock been sober, he would have washed his face before leaving the john, but still being drunk and not wanting to be noticed by the man at the urinal, Jon moved quickly through the room, pulling his arms through the sleeves of his puffy, down coat as he went.

After momentarily fumbling with the keys against the lock on the door of the car, Jon sat behind the wheel with his head spinning, trying to get his bearings. After his sexual ordeal in the restroom with the hot redneck, Cole, the blonde jock had pretty much forgotten about the threat he faced going home—the threat of getting his brains fucked-out by Kevin, Logan, or even both. Jon started the vehicle and pulled out from behind the building onto the street in front, a primary thoroughfare off the interstate. Conscious of his drunken state, he decided to take the long way back to his parking spot, taking side streets through residential neighborhoods of the small, college town.

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It had been a quiet night for 23-year-old, rookie police officer Justin O’Hara, on his way home having finished his shift at 10:00 p.m. His young wife, Kristi, was pregnant with their first, which meant, after four months without sex, his balls were a deeper blue than his eye color, which was saying something, considering the deep hue of his irises. The 6’2”, auburn-haired stallion a-l-m-o-s-t managed to coax his hot, buff patrol partner, Akihiro Takahashi, into giving him a handjob this evening, but the 26-year-old, Asian cop slipped through Justin’s fingers at the last minute. The rookie cop was playing the scene over and over in his head, trying to see where his renown powers of seduction had failed him. Sure, Akihiro was married with two, little girls, but Justin had fucked plenty of straight boys as a Marine, stationed in godforsaken Iraq. So, where had he failed this evening?

The tall, muscular, auburn-haired stud had honed his powers of seduction early, beginning at age 14. Of course, Justin had been gifted with a flawless face, perfect teeth, and athletic prowess, so it wasn’t like he had a lot of obstacles to overcome. All the same, the walking wet dream had plenty of practice through his teens.

Then came Justin’s four-year stint as a Marine, beginning as a rowdy, immature 18-year-old and ending last year as a slightly more disciplined, immature 22-year-old. While on tour in Iraq, Justin had been a thorn in his commander’s backside, who always suspected the young jarhead being behind something but who evaded ever being caught. It was the wily look in those sparkling eyes and the cunning smile Justin occasionally flashed that frequently threw his commander into a rage. (If only the commander knew everything—the handsome high-and-tight having gotten away with far more than his superiors knew.)

Depending on the size of the base, put hundreds of testosterone-laden, young men together in a confined, highly stressful environment, cut-off from any living, breathing pussy, and you have the absolute perfect conditions for steamy, illicit man-sex. The straightest young stallion having the highest pussy count coming into that environment might, in fact, be the first to allow himself to be pushed against the outer walls of an ammo shed and fucked into next week…and then come back for more the next night. It was mostly brought on by stress, never knowing if you’d be the next one being blown to bits by a roadside bomb or the occasional incoming missile. Somehow, someway, a lot of these hot, young Marines got it in their heads that getting fucked in the ass proved they could take anything that Iraq threw at them. Rather than considering the act a sign of weakness, losing their manhood, these jarheads thought it made them tougher, preparing them to withstand that which might come were they captured by the enemy. This is the environment into which 18-year-old Justin walked.

On his way home from work now, Justin could not stop his mind from replaying the scene of his first experience with mansex—his nine-inch cock growing painfully uncomfortable inside his pressed police uniform underneath the confines of the seatbelt. Justin, a Private First Class, hadn’t been at the fortified base in dangerous Helmand province a week before the event happened. On guard duty under a full moon at approximately 0300 hours, the tall, auburn-haired stud was startled when, from the shadows behind an ammo shed, 20-year-old Lance Corporal Gavin Sanderson approached, feigning an inability to sleep. At 5’9”, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Marine wore his shirt unbuttoned, without a tee, displaying a smooth, muscular chest and ripped set of six-pack abs. Minus a belt, Gavin’s desert-tan pants sat low on the hips—his cut Adonis belt making it clear he was also minus a pair of briefs. In the moonlight, the young jarhead’s clear, flawless complexion highlighted an exquisitely handsome face, to which, when he smiled, deep dimples were revealed on either side of his full lips.

Justin instantly sized the Lance Corporal up as being competition for any pussy once they were back in the states—the Private still being single at the time, however, he soon discovered Gavin was married, marking him off his list of potential rivals. Justin cocked his head, looking over the shorter stud toward the dark shadows behind the ammo dump, thinking he heard noises, but Gavin distracted him, handing the hot, auburn-haired Private his cell phone on which played a video of Gavin’s wife being eaten-out by (what turned out to be) the Lance Corporal’s younger sister. Having a one-track mind, Justin was instantly focused on the amazing, stimulating video, forgetting all about his duties, having three million questions for his new friend. ‘Is your wife a lesbo?’ ‘Who’s the other chick?’ ‘Fuck, dude, aren’t you jealous?’ ‘You ever fucked your sister? Hell, I would, if I had one that looked like her!’ ‘You ever let another dude fuck your wife?’ ‘Really?? Man, I’d be so down with that!’ Soon, Gavin had developed quite a comfortable rapport with young Justin—so experienced in relations with women and so naïve otherwise.

Like that between peacocks, the age-old mating dance between men is comprised of display, hand gestures, and facial expression, particularly those involving the eyes, lips, and tongue. Still facing Justin, Gavin turned, leaning backward against a low-rise wall, resting his elbows on its top, with his open shirt hanging down in the still, hot air, displaying his torso to the tall, auburn-haired stud in hopes of enticing the now-horny 18-year-old into giving him a blowjob. After sharing a video of his wife blowing him, it was clear Justin was more interested in the wife than the Lance Corporal’s cock, so Gavin turned around, leaning forward on the low-rise wall, sticking his firm backside out toward Justin, who continued his enthrallment with the plethora of homemade sex videos on Gavin’s cell.

Things became complicated about this time, though. New to Iraq and life in the fortified base, Justin didn’t have the volume of the sex videos on very loud—afraid his commanding officer might appear out of the blue. Secondly, he and Gavin were still near the back of the ammo shed—the dark shadows of which the Lance Corporal had first appeared. So it was the silence between the homemade sex vids that revealed the unmistakable sounds of muffled grunting and whimpering—sounds similar to those that Justin had just been listening.

As Justin’s jaw dropped open, staring into the dark abyss behind the shed, the shorter but just as strong Lance Corporal grabbed Justin by the collar, throwing him against the building. “Listen, cowboy,” Gavin growled—his nose within an inch of the young Private, “you’re new here, so I’m gonna fill you in on a few things. A lot of us have been here in this shithole country, in this shithole prison they call a base, for nine months or more, dodging missiles lobbed-in by these fuckin’ Hajjis. And when we do get out, not only do we get to deal with the fuckin’ missiles and sharpshooters, we get to watch our buddies get blown to pieces by fuckin’ IEDs, all-the-time wonderin’ when ourturn will come! We’re about as welcome here as a cake made of shit at a wedding!

“So a lot of us—and I mean a lot of us—like to see just how much we can take…how much pain we can take. See, we’re provin’ how tough we are…what kind of man we are. ‘Sides, it’s somethin’ to do in this boring hellhole!”

Gavin’s tone changed from defiant to cocky, growling, “So tell me, Private… How tough are you??” The handsome, blonde stud began groping Justin’s crotch, as the low grunts, pants, and muffled moans and whimpers filled the otherwise silent night air.

“How d’ya like life in the fuckin’ CHUs?? Bet ya’ haven’t beat off since you got here, am I right??

“Well, dog, you’ve come to the right place,” Gavin purred, dropping to his knees rubbing his face in Justin’s crotch, as he groped the hard, nine-inch slab barely hidden beneath the uniform pants.

Despite his aroused state, to say Justin was stunned would have been an understatement. He blamed his erect cock on having not found the opportunity to privately beat-off in nearly two weeks…since several days prior to leaving the U.S. base. “Dude, I thought you were married?” Justin whispered.

Gavin stood, rubbing the front of Justin’s pants again, seductively murmuring, “I am. Wanna see how tough I am?” Hooking his fingers inside the sexy, auburn-haired stud’s waist and around his belt, Gavin pulled Justin around the corner of the building, deep into its shadows, revealing three, very hot Marines—one being spit-roasted by the other two. “These guys are married too, except that one, and he’s engaged back home,” Gavin pointed to the young man at the front being blown. “Show me what you’ve got,” he purred, kneeling again at Justin’s feet, pulling his belt open and his pants down. “Fuck my face…hard.”

This was now-police officer Justin O’Hara’s introduction to the world of mansex. Lance Corporal Gavin Sanderson became Justin’s favorite—his ‘go to’, but by no means did the tall, auburn-haired hunk limited himself to Gavin’s mouthwatering, round ass. In fact, Justin stumbled upon other, hidden places around the sprawling base where Marines of all shapes, sizes, and colors relieved their intense stress and isolation, and it became rather ‘a thing’ for him, both finding these new places as well as luring—seducing—new recruits into their shadows. Becoming quite the connoisseur of male ass, Justin had his choice of only the best, due to his exceptional looks and body, and due to these assets, the hot Private never advanced further than fucking and rimming, viewing sucking cock and getting fucked as being too gay, regardless the common view as being signs of strength and ways of relieving the overwhelming stress. By the time his tour of duty ended, Justin was renowned in these circles for both his beautiful cock and his skill at its use, and for his part, the tall, handsome stud found it difficult to say which he preferred—looser, smellier pussy or Gavin’s much tighter, more intoxicating mancunt. Now, as a civilian with a much pregnant wife, how Justin missed his blonde-haired, Marine buddy! Yeah, he had that secretary, Marie, she was so loose, it was almost like fucking a bucket of water, and the young cop feared his wife might be like that after she had the baby.

Driving home through the dark streets of his working-class neighborhood, with all its trees stripped of their leaves and their icy, gray limbs forming silhouettes against the black sky, Justin thought of Gavin, and he took his seatbelt off, opened his pants, and reached inside his briefs, grabbing his thick, nine-inch cock. It was kind of kinky, being a cop of all people, driving along these streets, fisting his meat, and that made Justin even more horny. There wasn’t a chance of being seen, though, which, in an odd way, rather bummed him out. If he was lucky, he could beat one out in his driveway before having to go inside and see his ballooned wife. (God, how Justin hoped she’d lose all that weight after she had the baby and return to her 109-pound self! Fat chance, though.)

As the handsome, 23-year-old cop turned onto Birch Street—about eight blocks from his home, Justin noticed a SUV coming his direction about a block away swerve, go up on the opposite curb, and bounce down, before returning to his side of the street…sort of, considering it was still weaving somewhat. Though off-duty, Justin thought he’d earn some brownie points by pulling the driver over and citing him—in the least—for reckless driving…maybe even drunk driving. He made a U-turn in the middle of the street, pulled to the curb, and threw the flashing red lights on. The approaching car would have to pull over, if he could jump out with his flashlight, indicating as much.

The problem, of course, was the SUV was quickly approaching and Justin had his beauty of a cock out. With his underwear tucked snuggly under his goose egg-sized balls, the young cop shoved his big piece of meat inside the navy-blue slacks, leaving the underwear as it was, buttoned the top button on the pants, and quickly fastened the belt. The SUV stopped in the middle of the street behind the patrol car at the same moment Justin jumped out of the car half-dressed with his front shirttails only partially tucked in.

Justin raced to the driver’s door of the SUV to get out of its lights, cursing himself all the way for being so stupid as to beat-off while driving. For a split second, the handsome cop thought he’d pulled over a young, blonde female, raising his hopes for a little action … that is, until Jon pushed his hair behind his ears, looking into the blinding light Justin had shining into this face. “What the fuck are you doing, stopping in the middle of the street??” Justin yelled. “You’re supposed to pullover to the curb! Have you been drinking?”

Not one to lie, Jon admitted the truth, “Yeah, I have socifer” a little hiccup slipping out. “I’m very sorry. I’ve only got a few clocks [hiccup] until I get to my parking space…spot.”

The kid reminded Justin of his blonde Lance Corporal fuck-toy, if he had a haircut. “You’re fuckin’ drunk as a skunk! License!” Jon reached back, grabbed his wallet, and gave the whole thing to the handsome cop …and, indeed, Jon thought Justin was quite a hunk, looking him up and down and mostly down again.

“You’re supposed to give me just your license. Oh, never mind…” Justin pulled the license out, handing the wallet back to Jon. ‘Yeah, definitely Gavin,’ Justin thought—his cock filling with blood again, ‘He’s such a hot, little firecracker. But what’s all that white stuff on the side of his face and in his hair?? …ice? …snow?’ Justin shook the thought out of his mind, focusing on the current situation. Pointing the light at the license, he read out loud, “Jon David Swenson. 19. Pella… that’s in New Holland County, huh? You a student here?”

Jon hung his arm out the window, limply holding his hand out. “I’m a PIKE!” the boy with the perfect face slurred, “Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, Jesus, you are drunk as a skunk!” Justin shook his head. “O-kay, scoot over. I’m gonna pull your Suburban over to the curb and park it. Then, you and I are gonna make a little trip down to the station. Bet mommy and daddy are gonna be proud of you!” Justin opened the door, as Jon tried lifting himself over the console to the passenger seat with little success. The hot, blonde stud tried turning around to face the back of the seat and go over that way, but his sleeve caught on the turn signal. Jon’s head was spinning as never before, making him have a hell of a time coordinating his limbs—all-the-while slurring garble to himself.

In attempting to turnaround, however, Jon’s short-waisted coat lifted with his shoulders, displaying his amazing ass, covered by a pair of tight, low-cut designer jeans—jeans his ex-girlfriend talked him into buying, saying it made his best asset simply POP right out. Standing inside the open door waiting for Jon to move to the other side before climbing in, Justin’s jaw about hit the ground—his face being only about two feet from the sight…a-n-d from the boy’s intoxicating scent. “H-o-l-y fuck,” the young cop mumbled to himself before shaking his head to clear the distracting thoughts. “Hurry up,” he barked impatiently.

At this point, Jon decided to crawl over the console and repositioned himself unsteadily with his hands on the console and his knees in the driver’s seat, putting his tight-clad butt inches from Justin’s face, whose nine-inch piece of meat now ached within its loose confines. The knee nearest the steering wheel slipped, landing on the floorboard, while his other leg flew out, trapping the hot, young cop between Jon’s legs and car door’s interior, with the 19-year-old frat boy on his stomach.

The stillness of the night air was broken only by Jon’s grunts as he tried lifting his torso, pushing his ass backward to the point it teetered slipping over the edge of the seat, risking his falling out of the SUV. The amazing ass was now in Justin’s face. Jon groaned in frustration, as the auburn-haired stud stood transfixed—his nostrils flaring. Without saying a word, Justin pushed the round ass forward, lifted Jon’s leg, and pivoted out into the open. He calmly walked back to the patrol car, turned off its engine, and turned off the flashing red lights, leaving the quiet street in darkness once again. On autopilot, Justin locked its doors and returned to the SUV.

Roughly pulling Jon from the car by the collar of the boy’s coat and seat of his pants, Justin effortlessly hoisted Jon over his shoulder and carried him around the vehicle, strapping him into the passenger seat. In the driver’s seat, Justin drove to an alley two blocks away, where he parked the SUV, took off his seatbelt, and spoke for the first time. “Okay, pretty boy,” he leaned over patting Jon’s cheeks to waken him. “Wakey-wakey, hot stuff. Come on,” he urged, shaking the plastered frat boy.

“Huh?” Jon roused, barely lifting his head.

“Where. do. you. live?” After Jon slurred out the address, Justin asked, “Do you live alone or do you want me to fuck you here in this alley?

“Huh??”

“Let’s make this simple. Do you live alone?”

“Yeah…”

“Go back to sleep.”

When they arrived at Jon’s boarding house, there was nowhere to park. As he drove around looking for a spot, Justin’s phone dinged with a message from his wife. ‘At Mom’s. Feet swelled, so she wants to baby me, I guess. Nothing to worry about. Come by tomorrow, k?’ He texted back, asking if she was sure she was okay, to which she replied ‘yes’. The young, handsome cop smiled; his night was looking better by the minute. There would be no need to rush.

Parking two blocks away, Justin had to ‘walk’ the handsome, blonde jock in the subzero weather, wrapping one of Jon’s arms around his neck while carrying him under the boy’s opposite arm. The bitter wind had woken—though not sobered—the 19-year-old, who slurred, “Where are we goin’?”

“I’m taking you to your apartment, so I can fuck you into next week. Sound good?”

“Huh??”

“You’re a fuckin’ broken record,” Justin scoffed, adding louder and slower, “I s-a-i-d I’m taking you to your place, so I can fuck your cunt. Sound good??”

“Not gay,” Jon slurred.

“Then what’s that white shit on the side of your face and in your hair?? And why does your breath smell like cock?? You wash your mouth out with sperm instead of Scope??”

Drunk people say some of the damnedest things—their inhibitions thrown to the side coupled with their inability to think logically. “I like cock!” Jon laughed at his loud pronouncement. “But I’m not gay!” he continued laughing.

Justin couldn’t help but laugh too. “So how’s that work, cowboy?”

“I’m a cock-sucker!” Jon burst out laughing again.

“Well, that works out pretty good for me, ‘cause I’ve got a big, ole cock for you. Hey, steady now. Keep walking,” the auburn-haired stud advised, feeling Jon stumble while trying to carry the boy. “How about that hot, little ass of yours? You gonna let me tap that baby?”

Jon’s laughing died away. Silent, the frat boy frowned and stumbled again under Justin’s support. Even drunk, getting fucked seemed a step too far. He’d liked it too much, the times with Chris and Kevin. Slowly… very slowly, Jon was beginning to admit to himself his attraction to other men. Reluctantly, he was willing to accept he may be bisexual—a compromise, but being gay would ruin everything for which he’d been working so hard. (This was how the blonde jock felt.)

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’, but we’ll see about that,” Justin smirked, as they approached the front porch of Jon’s boarding house. “Looks nice from the outside,” the young cop noted, helping Jon up the stairs with much difficulty. As they entered the house, Justin saw the steep, somewhat narrow staircase they’d have to climb, groaning, “Ah-h-h, fuck!”

Having had such problems getting the hot blonde up the front porch stairs, the strong, ex-Marine once again threw Jon over his shoulder, holding onto the frat boy’s legs. Jon’s torso bounced against Justin’s back, causing him to let out a grunt with every stair: “Uhn, Uhn, Unh, Unh, Unh…”

“Yeah, well, you’re heavier than you look. This ain’t easy,” the buff cop responded. “It’s an awful lot of work to get me a little boy-pussy!”

“Uhn, Uhn, Unh…”

At the top of the stairs, Justin set Jon down on his feet, throwing the jock-boy’s arm around his neck. There were four doors visible, but the officer didn’t know which was Jon’s. “Okay, which one, fuck-toy?” Jon’s door was the fifth one, around the corner from the staircase. His room looked out onto the sidewalk over the top of the front porch.

“Around there,” Jon slurred, pointing at the corner.

As they rounded the corner, both stood, shocked. Jon’s door was wide open, and there sat Kevin behind Jon’s desk, with a big smirk across his face. Of course, he’d made Jon give him a copy of his room key after he’d ‘had at’ his best friend’s pussy, and true to his word earlier in the evening at the frat house, Kevin was back for more. Dressed only in a black pair of boxer briefs, he’d waited the past two hours drinking Jon’s vodka, while occasionally edging himself, as he fanaticized about ‘the little bitch’.

Justin closed his mouth and finished walking Jon into the room, as Kevin stood woozily, swaying under the booze with knowing look across his face. “I’ve got it from here!” he announced, sneering. “You can get out and find your own ‘boy pussy’, as you call it,” he mocked.

Roughly the same size, Justin was hardly put off. Closing the door, the muscular cop asked, “You live here? Are you his little queer lover??” He chuckled seeing the question get under Kevin’s skin.

Hot under the collar, the handsome, dark-haired stud shouted, “Fuck NO, I’m not a faggot! And I ain’t his ‘lover’ either! What kinda queer shit is this?? If anything, you talkin’ about his ‘little boy-pussy’ on the stairs and callin’ him your ‘fuck-toy’ tells me you’re the queer!”

Justin laughed, helped Jon over to his bed, laying laid the blonde jock down, then returned to Kevin, getting in his face—their noses about 6” apart. “You live here, punk? Share a single bed with him?”

“NO, I don’t live here! …not that it’s any of your fuckin’ business!” Kevin spit.

Now, it was Justin’s turn to sneer and taunt. “So, then, what are you doing here half-naked? …You waiting here, jacking-off thinkin’ about your boyfriend? Bet you were sitting here, all ‘hot-and-bothered’, thinkin’ about sucking his dick …or maybe gettin’ it up the ass. Ain’t that right? You were sittin’ up here with your feet on the desk, finger-bangin’ your cunt, weren’t you? So, as a cop, I wanna know why are you here in someone else’s room, exposing yourself—with the door w-i-d-e open—wearing just your panties? Huh, tough guy?”

The lurid, repulsive accusations came too fast for Kevin’s drunk brain to process. Stunned, his mouth hung open—his mind searching for a correct way to answer the question without getting himself in too deep. “He had the heat up too high,” Kevin finally answered.

“You could’a turned it down, now, couldn’t ya’? That your liquor?”

“No,” Kevin mumbled. He hated being on the defense and despised being ridiculed or otherwise talked down to. (One of the reasons being a pledge the previous year had been so-o-o difficult for the hot, dark-haired stud.) He had a notorious temper and was quick to throw a punch, and standing nose-to-nose with Justin, Kevin forgot with whom he was speaking. He’d drank nearly an entire bottle of Jon’s vodka, and the room was spinning. So it should’ve been little surprise when the big, hot jock began yelling, red in the face. “Listen, I’m not the faggot here! Heis!” pointing at Jon, “I don’t have a cunt! Hedoes! …and probably you do too! The little bitch does what I say, ain’t that right, Swenson?? If I say, ‘Suck my cock’, he gets on his knees. If I say, ‘Bend over, bitch’, he hikes his ass in the air!” Kevin paused for just a second, as his adversary’s face seemed to zoom far away, then close again, then far away, before finally stabilizing in front of his nose again. “He’s my faggot, not your faggot, so go finger-bang your own cunt!”

Quicker than he knew what happened, the sexy, dark-haired stud found himself bent over Jon’s desk handcuffed. “I’m arresting you for breaking-and-entering, larceny, indecent exposure, and anything else I can think of.”

“What in the F-U-C-K??!” Kevin yelled, “He gave me a fuckin’ key! You can’t arrest me for breaking-and-… whatever!”

Seeing his cocky friend in such a vulnerable position for once, Jon lay on the bed, laughing.

“You shut the fuck up, Jon!”

Justin had no intention of arresting the arrogant rich boy. No, Kevin was too good-looking to let this opportunity pass. “Where’s your laundry?” Justin quietly asked Jon, who pointed toward a closet. “Perfect.”

The cop stepped over to the closet and returned to Kevin, who was flying off at the mouth with threats …but not for long. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare!” was the last thing he said, before Justin shoved a pair of Jon’s dirty underwear inside his mouth. Then, with a jock he’d taken from the laundry basket, Justin cut one end from each of its straps. Placing the pouch over the underwear, he tied both ends around the pussy pounder’s head.

“There, now! Much better!” Justin pronounced, “Don’t you think, Jon?” The blonde was asleep, though. The 23-year-old shook his head, disappointed. “Well, I think so anyway. How ‘bout you, big mouth? You likin’ the taste of Jon’s piss and fart smells and—if you’re lucky—maybe even some of his cum! If you’re boyfriend is like most of us young guys, he probably even whacks off in the men’s room every chance he gets, which m-e-a-n-s… you might just have some of your friend’s babies in ya’! Bet you’re suckin’ on ‘em like crazy now, huh? …hopin’ those dead sperm ‘ll get you pregnant…” Justin watched, laughing at Kevin, who was now dark red in the face, angrier than he’d been in a long time, trying to yell but only uttering a distinctly angry, muffled noise.

Justin walked back to the closet, stepped out of his boots, and carefully took off his uniform, going as far as to use some empty hangers in Jon’s closet to hang it up. Down to his tighty-whities, the handsome, long-legged man made his way back to Kevin, who had found it difficult to stand, due not only to being cuffed behind his back and the excessive amount of vodka he’d drank, but also, the result of Jon’s subtle yet intoxicating scent wafting into his nose. Nowhere on Jon’s body were the glands secreting these pheromones more plentifully than in his groin and around his smooth, pink rosebud, so, as he sat in the desk chair, Kevin’s limp, nine-inch piece of meat began to twitch and jerk to life—something quite disconcerting to the notorious ladies’ man, considering Kevin wanted to look tough, not turned-on. He certainly wasn’t turned-on by this sick pervert-of-a-cop, though Kevin was willing to concede the dude was rather good-looking…not in h-i-s league, the dark-haired stud reassured himself—his vanity never wavering.

For once, Kevin was quiet, a weird sort of calm coming over him despite his best efforts. H-o-w was he going to get out of this?? He needed to think, yet his mind seemed cloaked in a fog. His dad’s attorneys could get him out of any legal trouble, but he required help now, not later. Then, Kevin’s hair was pulled, yanking his face upward. ‘Have I been asleep?’, Kevin wondered. The answer was ‘no’, but his head had slumped down onto his chest, thanks to Jon’s briefs.

“Y-e-a-h, let’s get you up, and see what we got to work with here,” Justin said, adding, “You’re so much better to work with gagged, you know?”

Kevin was red again, shouting into the briefs, “Fuck you! You lay one hand on me, and my dad will make it the worst decision of your whole life, you stupid fuckhead!” Of course, none of this was the least bit intelligible, what with the crotch of Jon’s underwear stuffed inside his mouth. The ‘fuckhead’ loomed over Kevin, pulling his neck back, and it was clear for the first time just how ‘built’ the dude was. The young cop wasn’t overly stacked, but it was easy to see how he managed carrying Jon up the staircase. His entire left arm beginning at the shoulder was a sleeve of ink—something, of course, Kevin hadn’t been able to see when Justin had his uniform on. The intricate series of tattoos, obviously created by a professional artist, seemed to highlight and accentuate the cop’s sculpted triceps and biceps, and now, the handsome, dark-haired frat boy began to think maybe he’d bit off more than he could chew.

“U-p we go!” Justin lifted Kevin from the chair and began examining the rich boy as if he were livestock. “Not bad… Not bad at all,” he determined, feeling the boy’s shoulders, arms, and abs, before groping Kevin’s smooth pecs.

‘Oh, god, no-o-o!’ Kevin thought, ‘Don’t touch my nipples! Oh, fuck, no!!!’ Within the past 10 minutes, breathing and ingesting Jon into his system, the young stud’s pink nips began tingling along with his jerking cock. Plus, they were slightly larger than average—his friends teasing him by referring to them as his ‘pepperonis’, something Kevin loathed. His nubs hardened under Justin’s ministrations, and he felt the warmth of a blush covering his cheeks, looking away.

“Got some nice tits there, boy…not as nice as my wife’s, but nice all the same.”

Kevin tried saying ‘fuck off’, but unable to move his tongue, it came out garbled. Both standing 6’2”, they were looking eye-to-eye, when Justin surprised the frat brat, bending his head to suckle one of Kevin’s large, flat nips in his warm, wet mouth. Kevin’s knees buckled, as he groaned into the underpants. Still lapping and sucking the tough, jock-boy’s large areola, Justin groped and squeezed Kevin’s thick, rapidly hardening cock beneath the black, knit briefs—something he did only for Gavin …which was the point, as the young cop tested the 19-year-old smartass, assessing his sensitivities.

Lasting only a couple of minutes, Justin came off the pink, now-puffy areola, grabbing Kevin, buckling to the floor. Holding him upright, the stud-cop pronounced, “Definitely, fag,” humiliating the pussy-pounding jock, who groan-growled into the gag. “Y-e-a-h, definitely gay.” Whispering in his ear, Justin explained, “See, you can suck on my tits all day long, and I won’t get hard—not a bit. Doesn’t do a thing for me. But some of my buddies in the Marines… you suck on their titties, and they fuckin’ begged you to plow ‘em up the ass!”

Kevin didn’t know what to say to this, not that it would do any good anyway, he finally reasoned. From his throat, he defiantly grunted, “Hmpf!”

Justin jerked the spoiled jock around, bending him over the desk again. Sitting in the chair, he said, “Let’s see what we got here. I’m more of a backdoor guy myself…if you hadn’t guessed.” Gripping Kevin’s large, round glutes, Justin whistled, “Well, well, well… Looks like you might be worth somethin’ after all!” as he roughly mauled the hard mounds, pulling them apart, pushing them up, and rubbing his long fingers up-and-down inside the crevasse separating the hard globes. Kevin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block the humiliation he felt, as his nine-inch meat strained under the confines of his briefs. Each time the cop pushed his fingers between his big glutes, the coarse material of Kevin’s briefs rubbed across his smooth, pink rosebud, causing his fat cockhead to ooze a bit of its clear, sticky resin.

Bent over the desk, every muscle in Kevin’s body tensed, as Justin pulled the briefs over his smooth, creamy glutes, exposing them to a light gust of warm air from a vent nearby. The dark-haired jock felt the briefs fall down his legs, as a silence filled the air.

“Step out of ‘em,” Justin ordered. “Shake ‘em off your feet.” He rolled the chair closer, shoving his knees between Kevin’s legs, spreading them further with his own legs. Dazed by their beauty, Justin more gently grabbed the creamy mounds, quietly confessing, “Yeah, I never got over havin’ a little manpussy,” as he pulled the big, hard glutes apart, sticking his handsome face inside the jock’s hairless crack and his wet mouth on Kevin’s little, pink rosebud.

His muscles seemed to melt, instantly turning to rubber, as Kevin gave-in to the extasy of the warm, wet, slippery tongue rubbing and poking at his most private place. ‘Who’s the fag now?’, he wondered, but with little desire in his muddled brain to pursue the argument. With his cheek on the desk, Kevin heard himself moaning nonstop into the gag, but he didn’t care. He pushed his ass up and back, giving the hot cop total access. (Yeah, Kevin—reluctantly—acknowledged the dude was ‘hot’—sick but hot.) Being eaten so…completely, so professionallyleft the ‘big man on campus’ (or at least, sororities) listless—his brain barely functioning. With his face sideways on the desk, Kevin watched his ‘golden boy’ best friend asleep on his bed and randomly thought someone ought to take Jon’s coat off—but not until the pervert got done eating his… The name the cop used popped into Kevin’s head: ‘manpussy’. ‘Fuck, no!’, Kevin told himself, but before he could think of a more appropriate term, his brain replaced it with ‘ass-cunt’, causing the hot, jock-stud to groan. It was his ‘ass’, his ‘shitter’. Whatever he had back there, Kevin thought—his eyes rolling in his head, ‘Don’t stop what you’re doing, you sick fuck, you’.

In the Marines, Justin had become quite the connoisseur of fine ass—the sommelier of virgin rosebuds, and that of the dark-haired college jock was one of the best he’d ever eaten, having a sugary residual, smelling like lavender soap. If he wasn’t careful, Justin thought, he could eat this ass all night long! Putting his arms between Kevin’s stretched legs, Justin wrapped them around the dark-haired stud’s meaty, muscular thigh’s, lifting them off the floor and pulling the boy back such that his long legs dangled spread-eagle in the air behind the chair and Justin’s head wedged firmly between the ‘v’ of the jock’s thighs. With his fingers now on either side of Kevin’s sweet flower, the auburn-haired cop pulled the petals apart and shoved his long, slippery tongue deeper inside the hot jock’s tight, little mancunt. Much to Justin’s amusement, the deeper he probed between the wet, pink folds the louder Kevin’s muffled moans became—the reverberations of which the hot, young cop could feel rumbling against his cheeks.

Blindly, Justin reached up searching for the loose ends of the jockstrap, and finding one, he pulled the knot open. With his face sideways on the desk, the pouch gradually slid off Kevin’s face, freeing him of the gag, and realizing what had happened, the handsome, dark-haired jock pushed the pouch of Jon’s dirty briefs out of his mouth using his tongue. Kevin laid with his face in the sopping wet briefs gasping and panting between deep, guttural moans, but then something strange happened.

Jon’s scent and taste had really done a number on the pussy-pounding stud. Having pretty much sucked everything from the briefs, Kevin used his nose to push them apart from Jon’s filthy jockstrap and lay with his mouth and nose in the web of its pouch, crusty with his best friend’s sweat, piss, and, yes, precum. (Struggling with his new sexual appetites, the blonde jock had, indeed, become a little excited at the gym a time or twelve lately.) Delirious from the slippery tongue half-way up his ass and the smell of Jon’s pouch, Kevin moaned, “Y-e-a-h, eat my ass, you dirty faggot… Unh, Unh, Oh-h-h fuck, y-e-a-h, that’s it… Feels so fuckin’ good... Nasty, fuckin’ faggot…”

After a bit, though, the fun abruptly stopped, as the magic tongue slipped from his ass, his legs dropped to the floor, and he was lifted, staggering, and unceremoniously dumped back into the desk chair, which rolled into the wall jarringly. Kevin felt (and sounded) like he’d drank some GhB, as he’d done at a few circuit parties. Jon’s seductive scent had left him groggy and thick-headed. “What the fuck?” he groaned, feeling his round, saliva-drenched butt against the chair’s leather seat.

Justin ignored Kevin, saying nothing to the conceited jock, as he rummaged through Jon’s dorm-sized refrigerator. Finding a can of Red Bull, he made the sleeping blonde a vodka-Red Bull, lifted him to the side of the bed, and sat down helping the hot jock down the drink. He placed his lips in the long hair over Jon’s ear, whispering filthy things he planned on doing to the boy.

Kevin couldn’t hear what Justin was saying, but it appeared totally faggy to him, especially seeing his best friend blushing and staring at the drink in his hand. Unable to control his mouth, Kevin muttered, “Sick faggots.”

Continuing to ignore the dark-haired hottie, Justin calmly reasoned, “I don’t know too many straight dudes who wash their ass with lavender soap. Do you, Jon? You wash your ass with lavender soap??”

“Shut the fuck up!” Kevin spit angrily, “My mom gets that for me.”

Rubbing Jon’s back while digging his nose through the hot blonde’s pheromone-scented hair—still ignoring Kevin visually, Justin retorted, “Ever hear of Zest or Ivory or something ordinary? Why not just tell your mom to get you Ivory? But, no-o-o, only the best for our princess’ little butthole.” Jon snickered, while Justin chuckled.

Kevin didn’t like that one bit, but, considering he was the one sitting naked in handcuffs while staring at him was Justin’s nine-inch cock standing proudly between the man’s thighs like an absurdly thick flagpole, the dark-haired stud decided to drop the subject. He had no idea where this was going, but he doubted he was going to like it whatever it was. Still, Kevin couldn’t keep his mouth shut for long. “Where’s my drink?” he asked hatefully.

“You wanna drink, Sugar Puss? You know, that’s what I’m gonna start callin’ you…’cause your ass tastes like it was dipped in sugar. So-o-o fuckin’ sweet, dude! Hell, I could stick my tongue so far up your ass it’d come out your mouth and still not get enough of that fine cunt! And by the sounds you were makin’, you’d probably be down with that!” Justin stood, taking the empty glass from Jon.

Kevin was livid, but he was smart enough to know he didn’t have the upper hand here. Still, his face was dark red with anger. How dare this motherfucker refer to his ass as a ‘cunt’ and all that implied. He’d probably fucked more bitches in the last three months than the cop had in his whole life! What’s more, he wasn’t the one who’d just eaten ass: that was the muscular ex-Marine with the tatted-up arm walking toward him.

“So you wanna drink, Sugar Puss?” Justin asked again—his nine-inch cock leading his way toward Kevin. He set the glass on the desk.

“Stop callin’ me that name!” Kevin shouted, adding slightly more subdued, “And yeah! If you’re gonna make him one, you otta’ make me one!”

Justin stood in front of Kevin, appearing to think. “Yeah, you’re right. But if you want a drink,” the hot, auburn-haired stud chuckled, grabbing his thick shaft, “you’re gonna have to suck my cock first.”

“Fuck you,” Kevin muttered, disgusted with the cop. “Just forget it.”

“Or-r-r…” Justin reached down, lifting Kevin up and taking the chair, before pulling the big stud-jock down into his naked lap. “Maybe you could let me take a ride in this…” The hot cop’s cock found itself sandwiched between Kevin’s remarkable fat mounds.

Sweat trickled down from the dark-haired stud’s armpits making him slippery. “Fuck you, you motherfuckin’ faggot!” Kevin yelled before Justin grabbed the wet underwear from the desk, covering the frat boy’s mouth. However, feeling Justin’s big cock wedge its way deep between his pillowy cushions, Kevin struggled mightily, ultimately falling on the floor with a bang, where he rolled onto his back, kicking his long legs wildly in the air to protect himself from the cop, who now stood laughing at the tormented jock.

“You don’t know who you’re fuckin’ with, asshole!” Kevin yelled. “You touch me, and my dad will fuckin’ OWN you!!”

Justin walked to the chest of drawers near the closet, where he’d propped his cell phone. He played with it, while Kevin continued throwing threats and warnings or trying to enlist Jon into helping him. The room grew silent, however, hearing the recorded moaning of Kevin begging Justin to keep eating his ass. Indeed, in the throws of extasy while his own hard cock dripped its precum on Jon’s floor (captured in the video), Kevin begged and moaned, saying how good it felt—Justin’s long tongue slithering up the pink folds of his rectum.

Justin held the phone down in front of Kevin’s horrified face, letting the recording play. “Wonder what he’d think of this? …or maybe your asshole frat friends?” He reached down pulling the wallet from Kevin’s jeans, laying on the floor, then walked to the desk, where the hot stud’s cellphone lay.

“What are you doing?!” Kevin shouted, though the demand had subtle tones of a plea—his vulnerability becoming increasingly evident to himself.

Justin ignored him, looking over the kid’s driver’s license. Returning to Kevin’s cell phone, the handsome, young cop began scrolling through the boy’s contacts. (Yep! Unable to remember numbers to save his soul, Kevin long ago gave up trying to passcode-protect his phone.)

“Who’s Kendrick Striklin? …and Kendrick Striklin Jr? Is one your grandpa and the other, your old man?” Justin asked not looking up from the phone.

“Look, please,” Kevin began, now sounding much more apologetic, “let’s just talk about this a minute.”

“One’s his dad and the other’s his brother…older brother,” Jon slurred.

“Shut your fuckin’ face, Jon!” Kevin warned.

“Wonder how they’d like seeing a copy of this video—an edited version, of course?” Justin queried.

“They don’t get along—none of ‘em,” Jon revealed, laughing. “Hey! How ‘bout another little drink over here?!”

“You shut your fuckin’ mouth, Swenson! So help me God, I’ll make you regret it the rest of your life!” Kevin threatened in a rage.

Calmly, Justin grabbed Jon’s dirty jock off the desk and the wet underwear from the floor, then laid down next to Kevin on the floor, covering the jock’s mouth with the jock. “You were a lot nicer to deal with while you were gagged, buddy. Are you jonesing for Jon’s panties again? I know some guys who kinda get off on that. You want Daddy to shove them in your mouth and tie this dirty jock around your face again? Is that what this temper tantrum is all about?”

“No,” Kevin sullenly stated into the jock over his mouth, breathing Jon’s intoxicating scent.

“Okay, then. I’m gonna leave you with Jon’s jock over your face, as it seems to calm you down, while I make you and Jon drinks…being you asked so nicely. But, first, give me a few minutes, alright?”

Justin walked back to the desk, where he’d first look at Kevin’s phone, then monkey with his own—back and forth like this. Kevin had neatly organized his contacts, putting ‘PIKE’ in the ‘company’ field followed by their leadership role, if any. So, for example, Jon’s entry had ‘PIKE, Secretary-Soc Cmte’ whereas Chris’ entry just read ‘PIKE’ in the field. Conveniently, all Justin had to do was search for ‘PIKE,’ giving him all the various office holders in the chapter. Justin—as we know—learns quickly and is much cleverer than people suspect, and after a little more than five minutes, the young cop had every ‘Striklin’ and most ‘PIKE,’ entries copied into his contacts, while Kevin laid still on the floor, floating in-and-out of the delirium caused by Jon’s oils and scent—the dark-haired stud’s nine-inch cock laying filled-out, flat against his abs.

Walking back to sit next to Jon, it was not lost on Justin that Kevin could easily have shaken the mesh pouch from his face but, instead, laid sedately with it covering his nose and mouth. The tall, hot ex-Marine reached down, grabbed the torn jock, and threw it across the room, nudging Kevin with his size 13 foot. “Listen up, straight boy wanna-be,” he ridiculed the dark-haired jock. “Layin’ there, sniffin’ Jon’s cock holder with yours half-rarin’ to go.” Kevin scoffed, but with his head feeling so good, he didn’t have it in him to argue with the hot ex-Marine.

Showing his phone to the blonde former-quarterback, scrolling through the entries he’d labelled ‘PIKE’, Justin asked, “Have I got the main leaders here? …van der Meer, Brad; Harris, Taylor; Jensen, Matt; Jost, Luke; you; Bamberg, Isaak; Richards, Trevor; …”, the hot cop continued reciting the list of PIKEs for whom he’d copied entries into his contacts.

Half out-of-it from both the booze and Jon’s awesome scent, Kevin weakly protested, “What the fuck??”

The stud-cop leaned down into Kevin’s face, rubbing his face in it, “Yeah, you really ought to password-protect your phone. That’s mega-stupid of you not to.” Leaning back up, he went through the list of six ‘Striklin’ entries. “Is this pretty much his immediate family? Do you know?” he asked Jon.

“Don’t you say a fuckin’ word Swenson or…”, Kevin started threatening, but in an instant, Justin was down on him—his hand tightly gripping the jock’s jaw.

“Or you’ll what, Sugar Cunt?!” Justin gruffly growled into Kevin’s face, his spittle landing across the jock’s handsome face, “You’ll what?! I, for one, am getting real bored hearing about this ‘daddy’, who you apparently don’t get along with. And as for Jon, you lay one finger on him…do one thing to hurt him…and it’s gonna be you who’s doing the regretting! You got it??” Justin released Kevin’s jaw, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” Kevin mumbled.

“Not good enough! Try again!”

“What? I s-a-i-d ‘yeah’…”

“How about, ‘Yes, sir’, like in the Marines? You’re just a pissant here.”

Again, the dark-haired pussy-pounder mumbled, “Yes, sir.”

“I can’t h-e-a-r you!” Justin barked, imitating his old sergeant.

“Yes, sir,” Kevin spit begrudgingly, only slightly louder.

“We’ll work on it,” Justin announced cheerfully, patting the big jock’s face, “Sugar Puss.” Kevin’s eyes narrowed, glaring hatefully at the young cop, who rose and turned to Jon, laying back on the bed rubbing the front of his jeans. Justin batted his hands away, unbuttoning the jeans. “Does it get you hot, seeing your buddy taken down a notch or two?”

“Nah,” Jon hiccupped. “You do, though,” he smiled.

“When did you turn into such a f-a-g, Swenson??” Kevin snapped angrily.

“This, coming from the dude who was sitting nude at your desk, waiting to fuck you tonight,” Justin chuckled. “Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s just insanely jealous he’s not sucking your cock now.” Jon laughed along with Justin, amused by the absurdity of imagining Kevin—of all people—as a cocksucker.

Justin yanked the blonde stud’s jeans off from the feet, then pulled the boy’s white briefs down his amazing legs flecked with light blonde hair below his knees. Jon’s impressive eight-inch cock was already hard, oozing its clear, sticky nectar. The hot, 23-year-old, married cop pulled the boy up on the narrow, single bed, then laid down himself, taking Jon into his arm to kiss the handsome, blonde jock, rubbing his smooth pecs before sliding his hand around to the small of Jon’s back.

“Sick,” Kevin muttered. “Since when did they start letting faggots on the police force or in the Marines?”

Justin rolled he and Jon around on the bed, such that Kevin now stared at the blonde stud’s hard, round glutes—a calculated move by the hot cop, given the homophobic frat boy had come there to force Jon into service.

In this moment at least, the liquor had pulled back the current in Jon’s mind. Maybe he was still straight; Jon was confused on this specific point. However, the embarrassing fact was the mild-mannered, good-looking blonde from New Holland County liked being controlled by more dominant dudes—a sure sign of mental illness, Jon was convinced. As an athlete and a frat boy in what was largely still a man’s world, this was a vulnerability he’d need to be vigilant to control. All this self-reflection, though, would come after tonight’s events. Right now, Jon was really into this handsome, auburn-haired cop, whose talented, probing kisses left saliva running down fair cheek onto the pillow below. God, this muscled ex-Marine with the tatted-up arm could kiss…

As he sucked the boy’s face, Justin slid his hand down over the jock’s hard, fat buttcheek, gripping and pulling it away from its round counterpart, exposing the smooth, pink rosebud to Jon’s best friend on the floor not far from the bed. Kevin stared at the prize he felt rightfully should have been his. Jon was his friend, not this ‘nobody’s’, as jealousy began to simmer. The tall, dark-haired jock stared at Jon’s awesome glutes and the large hands mauling them, revealing that smooth, little star that he’d intended to plow tonight. Kevin’s thick, eight-inch meat throbbed, aching to be gripped. He’d never been this frustrated—unable to touch his cock, with his hands cuffed painfully behind his back. “Come on!! Get these fuckin’ cuffs off me, if you’re just gonna lay there and fag-out!” Kevin shouted, but to no avail. It was as if he wasn’t there, and he hated it! Sounds of kissing accompanied by low, two-party moaning along with the occasional whimper from the muscular, blonde frat boy drove Kevin crazy, leading him to do the unthinkable: whine and beg. “C-o-m-e o-n!! P-l-e-a-s-e get these fuckin’ cuffs off me! They’re killing my wrists, dude! Please…”

Continuing to be ignored, while watching Justin begin to finger Jon’s sweet pussy—the pussy that gave Kevin the most incredible fucks just three weeks ago…the pussy he should be all-up-in right now—eventually brought the handsome, dark-haired stud to the negotiating table (or, at least, Kevin’s version of one). If he just get the cop to take his cuffs off, he could promise anything; it didn’t mean Kevin had go through with it, though! There was a communal bathroom at the end of the hall—just a small room, with a sink, tub, and toilet…a-n-d a window. Kevin had used the toilet there probably a dozen times, but he couldn’t remember whether there was a lock on the door. He’d hung his coat in Jon’s closet, his jeans were on the floor by the desk, where the asshole had dropped them, and his shirt in a chair by the bed—none of which were near each other. If he could get a solid punch to the cop, Kevin thought, he could grab his jeans and run to the bathroom at the other end of the hall, where he could lock the door, put his pants on, and scream for help. If worse came to worse, there might be a roof over the back walkway he could jump onto from the window. (Kevin knew it would really need to be a worst-case scenario, though, considering it was below zero outside.)

“Okay, listen, please… I’ll suck your cock, Officer…whatever…really. I admit now: you’ve got r-e-a-l-l-y nicepiece of meat on you, and it’s got me…you know…like,thinking things. I haven’t admitted it before, but I’d kinda like to know what it tastes like—what it feels like—having a big, ole cock, like yours, fuckin’ my face. Yeah, you heard me: I want you to fuck my face hard. Isn’t that what we really want? No bitch will let you do that to them, but you can do that to me…show me how a real man fucks.” (God, how Kevin prayed Jon was too drunk to remember any of this!)

After a few moments of silence, Kevin whined, “C-o-m-e o-n, get me out of these handcuffs, and I swear I’ll give you the best blowjob ever! …then we can forget about all this. I’ll even pay you! Does five hundred dollars sound fair? I can go higher… Please just take the cuffs off! I’ll do a-n-y-thing you want,” Kevin begged.

Despising the position in which Justin had placed him, Kevin thought, ‘He’d better feel lucky I don’t cuff him and fuckhimup the ass!’, although he knew it highly unlikely he could beat muscular ex-Marine in a fight.

Hearing the handsome, dark-haired jock say he’d do ‘anything’ but being smarter than Kevin gave him credit, Justin climbed over Jon get off the bed, pulling the hot, blonde stud down on the bed and rolling him over onto his stomach. The muscular cop with the tatted-up ‘sleeve’ then lifted Jon, putting two pillows underneath his six-pack. The blonde frat boy’s smooth, plump ass hung over the edge of the pillows along with his fat, eight-inch cock, leaking its clear, sticky goo.

Kevin lay on the floor, confused by the cop’s actions. Then the hot, auburn-haired cop went down on his knees near Kevin’s face, letting his ooze drip down on the boy’s neck—the juicy cockhead just inches above the pussy-pounder’s face. “So…you wanna suck my dick, huh? Well? What’s the hold-up, cunt-face? You expecting flowers first?”

“Come on. Take the cuffs off first, so I can do you right. They’re killing my wrists, dude…”

“First, why don’t you just lift your head and give me a little taste of how bad you really want it?“ Justin smiled seductively.

Kevin looked straight ahead at the officer’s bare feet, shaking his head, frustrated by the lack of cooperation.

“Okay, okay, I get it,“ Justin said sympathetically, eliciting the jock’s momentary hopes. The cop squeezed his thick shaft, gathering a thick dollop of his goo, bringing it down to Kevin’s lips, who reactively jerked his face to the floor.

“Not that way!” but afraid he’d sounded too angry, the handsome, dark-haired jock changed his tone, adding, “Uncuff me first. I wanna feel that big, hot ass of yours while I’m suckin’ you off.”

“For being a big, straight dude, you sure notice a lot of things about guys, don’t ya’?” Justin wiped his fingers under Kevin’s nose, then stood and, lifting the big jock to his knees, he dragged Kevin to the foot of the bed between Jon’s meaty thighs. Due to the cuffs, Justin had leaned the boy’s broad chest against the foot of the bed, putting his face mere inches from the little, pink star the jock had hoped to fuck that night. “No!” Kevin yelled horrified.

“What’s the matter? You said you’d do ‘a-n-y-thing’, remember?” Justin asked, feigning confusion.

“To you, not the faggot!” the young Casanova of chicks tried backpedaling.

Justin went down on his knees next to dark-haired stud, rubbing up-and-down Kevin’s smooth, muscular back, from between his broad shoulders down to cuffed hands and over again, before grabbing a fistful of Kevin’s longish, soft, black hair and shoving his perfect face into Jon’s even more perfect butt. Justin stuck his nose in the soft, dark hair over Kevin’s nose, whispering seductively, “Lick … You know you want to…you’ve always wanted to. Haven’t ya? Who wouldn’t?? You’d have to be a complete idiot not to want to a taste of this ass. I’ll bet 95% of the dudes in your frat would l-o-v-e this chance—a chance to taste this sweet pussy…but you’re the first…I imagine.”

Astutely, Justin noted, “I’d go so far as to say you’ve kept Jon on a pretty short leash since you’ve known him. Haven’t you? You keep him on a short leash, ‘cause you want his f-i-n-e pussy all to yourself. You wanna own it. And the truth is, Jon probably wants you to own it too. So just let go… Show her how much she means to you. Give her what she wants…and whatyou’ve been wantingfor so-o-o. long. too. Eat that sweet pussy, boy” Justin purred hypnotically, drilling his long, wet tongue through the soft hair into Kevin’s ear.

In fact, Kevin had kept Jon on a short leash…until things blew up three weeks ago at the beginning of this semester. For reasons the dark-haired stud failed to comprehend, at frat meetings, for example, when the two were separated in a crowded room, Kevin found himself visually tracking Jon, watching which frat brothers approached the hot, blonde dude, then asking Jon later what they ‘wanted’. Naively, Jon would laugh, saying the person didn’t ‘want’ anything; “He just wanted to talk.” Whereupon Kevin would press, “W-e-l-l, what did he want to talk about??” Jon merely chalked these exchanges to another of Kevin’s many charming peculiarities, while, for himself, Kevin didn’t think there was anything ‘gay’ about asking his friend about other dudes who’d approached him. After all, he wasn’t jealous about Jon’s girlfriend or any other babe who approached Jon.

However, not being a deep thinker nor one to self-analyze, Kevin failed to appreciate his primary interest was Jon’s backside, and, with chicks lacking the necessary equipment to corrupt the blonde jock’s wonderland, Kevin paid the babes flocking around Jon little mind. This ‘homo’ angle didn’t cross the hot frat boy’s mind … until now, hearing Justin whispered in his ear, alluding to as much.

Holding Kevin’s face with his nose between Jon’s big, hard mounds, the dark-haired jock felt peacefully light-headed…and highly aroused—the effects of the powerful yet subtle-smelling pheromones emanating from his friend.

“Go on, lick. that sweet pussy, boy,” the cop’s hot, moist voice whispered in Kevin’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. “Make her yours,” Justin purred, “just like you do a-l-l the girls.” As the young cop’s tongue penetrated his ear a second time making Kevin’s eyes roll in his head, the dark-haired stud planted his wet, slippery tongue onto his best friend’s little puck, dragging it up the tight crevasse about three inches before feasting again on Jon’s little bit of heaven.

“Yeah, that’s hot…so-o-o fuckin’ hot,” Justin purred, probing the jock’s ear while groping his big pecs, “Give it to her… Give her what she wants…what she needs.” Justin stood, stepped behind Kevin, and straddled the hot frat jock. Kneeling behind the dark-haired stud, the young cop spread Kevin’s legs apart with his own and pushed his big, glistening log between the jock’s cuffed hands, as he wrapped his arms around Kevin, playing with his large, pink areolas and whispering sweet nothing’s in the boy’s ear—his chin resting in the crook Kevin’s neck and his nose in the soft, neck-length black hair.

“Feel my cock, frat boy?” Justin whispered seductively behind Kevin’s ear. “Ain’t that a big one?”

Still licking Jon’s intoxicating rosebud, the buff jock moaned a bit louder, acknowledging the answer to his tormentor’s question.

“It’s nice and juicy, raring to breed a pretty filly. Maybe you’re that filly, huh?” Justin murmured.

Kevin groaned, stopping his assault on the beautiful pussy only long enough to gruffly insist, “No!”

Justin groped the jock’s big pecs—his nose in Kevin’s soft hair—and asked teasingly, “No??” Hearing nothing in response but the frat boy’s continued moaning—Kevin’s tongue in search of the source the seductive scent—Justin murmured, “You sure?? Squeeze that piece of meat and tell me you don’t want it up inside you turnin’ your manhole into a fine piece of pussy.”

Kevin’s fingers ran the length of the big, fat cock, coating themselves in the hot, young cop’s baby juice. “No!” he whispered with less assurance.

Justin stood, lifting Kevin from under his arms. The young jock’s pecs and muscular shoulders glistened with sweat, while his thick, eight-inch cock stood erect—its head coated with the clear film of arousal. The auburn-haired cop ran a hand over Kevin’s large, round glutes, digging his middle finger inside the tight crevasse. “I can make it good for you, boy,” Justin whispered into Kevin’s ear. “Are you sure?” Wrapping his hand around the buff jock’s hard cock, Justin slowly jacked the meat with a mind of its own. “Looks to me like someone’s tellin’ the truth and someone else isn’t.” The hand abusing Kevin’s ass abandoned it, clutching a handful of his thick, soft hair on the back of his head. The married, 23-year-old’s tongue filled Kevin’s wet mouth, and this time, the young stud was hungry for it, moaning into Justin’s mouth as saliva ran from the corners of his mouth down his neck.

Justin yanked the kid’s head back—the pain causing Kevin’s eyes to pop open. He felt the cop’s impressive cock pressed against his abs, smearing its sticky seed across his skin, while both Justin’s hands now claimed ownership of his big ass, grabbing the hard globes, rubbing his fingers up-and-down inside the smooth divide. To add insult to injury, Kevin had another man’s scum on him; he felt violated, emasculated.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” Justin growled, “Are you ready to serve, bitch? Your cock and your tongue say otherwise.”

The cloud of Jon’s hypnotic scent was parting, and the two-word response was muttered sullenly: “Fuck you.”

“Alright then. But you will soon. … You’ll be begging me, just like those sorority bitches you fuck. Mark my words.”

“Fat fuckin’ chance,” Kevin mumbled.

Justin jerked the dazed jock around to the side of the bed, where he laid him down—still cuffed, Kevin’s head near the foot of the bed, the flat of his feet pressed against the headboard. Rolling Jon onto his back, Justin announced, “Well, if you’re not puttin’ out, I guess you’ll watch how a real man fucks …up-close-and-personal-like. Besides,” Justin leaned down, pushing a few strands of hair from the corner of Jon’s mouth, kissing the drunk jock, “this one’s nicer …and a whole lot hotter. You ought to be puttin’ out for him …lettin’ him fuck your sloppy cunt.” The words smarted—as they were intended—but Kevin said nothing, more concerned with what the cop would do next.

Maneuvering the two frat jocks closer together, Justin first placed one of Kevin’s long, heavy legs over Jon’s face, trapping his perfect face between the two, muscular thighs of his friend. Then, Justin lifted the dark-haired jock, placing him on top his friend, resting Kevin’s handsome face in the dense forest of fragrant, blonde pubes and his large balls on Jon’s hungry lips.

The blonde jock wrapped his arms around his best friend’s hard, meaty thighs, taking one of Kevin’s musky balls inside his warm, wet mouth, swirling and rubbing his tongue around as much of the hairy orb as possible. Though drunk, Jon wished he could be trapped between these legs—in one fashion or another—forever. You see, earlier in the evening, sitting at the bar in the working-class neighborhood, knocking back his glasses of whisky, Jon tried to be honest with himself. Maybe it was true, that he’d had a thing for Kevin all along. He certainly wouldn’t be the first dude to fall under the handsome stud’s charms, Jon was sure: Kevin just refused to acknowledge gay or bisexuals. Swilling his liquor, Jon wondered if maybe he could have the best of both worlds—a girlfriend while secretly getting fucked by his handsome friend. Then, he considered Chris, his other hot friend, and Jon’s list expanded to two dudes. The blonde jock reflected on his male encounters thus far and concluded it was impossible to choose between Kevin and Chris, both of whom being gifted in bed, knowing exactly how to hit that nut inside his ass, sending bolts of white light through his brain. (Things would be so much different now if he’d never discovered that place inside his butt, Jon reflected remorsefully.) The question, however, was whether Kevin would be able to share Jon with their mutual friend—the conceited jock having such an outsized personality, so spoiled and possessive. The last thing Jon wanted to try to manage was keeping one a secret from the other. Little did he know they were already on to each other.

Probably the biggest problem, though, Jon realized, would be whether he would be able control his new-found and dangerous love of cock and, worse yet, more dominant men. He had to figure a way to seal-off this warped side of himself from everyone he knew …everyone, except those who already knew, which were already quite a few: Brad, Taylor, Chris, Kevin, and, now apparently, Logan Johansen. Brad and Taylor had too much to lose for Jon to be concerned about them, and, as for Logan… well, Jon imagined Kevin or Chris might be able stop the pledge cold in his tracks, especially if they blackballed him. This had been Jon’s assessment of his situation earlier in the evening, and too much alcohol led to his first failed attempts at controlling his dark, inner need for cock from the likes of Cole and Justin, both hot, dominant studs—a lesson that would come to cloud and worry Jon in the coming days.

Now laying drunk and mindless beneath Kevin, between the stud’s meaty thighs, Jon burned with an inner heat to pleasure the personification of every coed’s wet dreams, a friend Jon admired much deeper than he cared to admit, much deeper than any ordinary friendship. The fine-featured, muscular blonde pushed the ball he’d been washing from his mouth and took the other big nut inside the warm, wet orifice, scrubbing it with his hungry tongue—all the time, inhaling the dark-haired stud’s warm, inebriating musk. This time, he wanted to please Kevin as he’d never been pleased before; Jon didn’t want the stud pushing him away again. He wanted to become an indispensable, human sex toy for Kevin, if nothing more. Inside his mouth, the blonde jock gently rubbed his friend’s hairy, bull orb, while staring at Kevin’s awesome, round globes, then, with his two middle fingers, Jon began slowly massaging the length of the handsome stud’s taint, swirling his tongue around the testicle inside his mouth.

Meanwhile above, Justin manipulated the other, hot frat-jock, drawing on his breadth of experience of man-on-man sex among straight, frustrated Marines in heat. Having had his nose in Jon’s longish, white-blonde hair and been near the former quarterback’s tempting loins, the 23-year-old, soon-to-be father was smart enough to recognize Jon’s unique characteristic. Few men have it. Gavin had it…as well as two or three other Marines on base. Though scentless, once inhaled, the distinct chemical signature brought about such primal feelings of arousal in other men, their nostrils flaring to capture more of the strange, seductive molecules. Stand or sit too near one of these unique men—most, in fact, being straight—and an otherwise straight man who daydreams only of tits and pussy will begin having strange, graphic thoughts involving the other man’s ass or, worse yet, cock, confusing and unnerving the bystander. So it was that Justin recognized this scent (for the lack of a better word) in Jon.

While the dark-haired jock’s big balls were being so pleasurably sucked, the buff, Justin knelt beside the bed and began slowly rubbing Kevin’s handsome face up-and-down, nose-deep, in the soft, thatch of blonde pubes, whispering nasty suggestions into the infamous pussy-pounder’s ear. “Smell that, stud?? That’s some primo cunt right there, ain’t it??”

Kevin felt the heat of Justin’s breath and microscopic droplets of moisture pummel his sensitive ear. ‘I’m not stupid’, the dark-haired stud thought, feeling Jon’s impressive shaft rub against his pale cheek. All Kevin could smell was his friend’s warm musk—surprisingly pleasant and calming inside his nose. ‘It’s a b-i-g cock’, he acknowledged, proud for Jon, luxuriating in his bud’s soft pubes. Kevin always had a thing for blondes, and this snatch was prettiest, he reflected, feeling drool slide over his parted lips. ‘The bitch can s-u-r-e suck balls’, Kevin thought.

“Lick that pretty pussy,” Justin murmured in the dark-haired jock’s ear, plunging his thick, wet tongue inside. “You’re such a hot stud, boy. Show me how it’s done.”

Kevin moaned with the probing tongue and willingly extended his slick tongue, dragging through the dense, wiry pubes.

“You look so hot with your face in that pretty muff,” Justin whispered.

Kevin felt the heat of the thick shaft against his cheek—his long, silky hair draping over the big piece of meat, black mixing in the light blonde pubes. As he dragged his tongue through the pretty muff, Kevin no longer felt in control of himself. It was as if something else was in control and quieted his mind; Kevin felt he was both there and not there and that all was well. Kevin was aware it was a cock against the side of his face—Jon’s cock, a big one—but that was okay. He turned his face and licked the impressive shaft …then licked it again …and again. The dark-haired jock saw the thing throb and soon smelled the unmistakable, bleachy scent of man-juice …and he was hungry.

Justin pulled the neck-length hair away from Jon’s cock and out of Kevin’s mouth, licking across the side of the 19-year-old’s face, from his ear to the corner of the big jock’s mouth and back again, mouthing the sensitive aural region, while reaching back with his muscular, tatted arm to rub circles around Kevin’s smooth, tight star. “How’s it taste?” Justin purred quietly. The straight jock moaned lightly, continuing his exploration of the amazing cock. “Must taste good… Imagine what it’d taste like inside your throat. That’d be pretty hot, right? …sucking your bro’s big, ole cock …like some fuckin’ sorority bitch?”

Kevin heard the words, but it was as though some of the synapses had been cut, leaving only his primitive brain, with animalistic thoughts.

Unable to resist Kevin’s amazing ass any longer, Jon scootched himself up on the bed just enough to grab the smooth, hard mounds, pull them apart, and nose Justin’s finger from the tiny star. He drew his tongue across the tight, pink rosebud, eliciting a much louder, deeper moan from his best bud, and so, Jon did it again …and again. From his vantage point, the hot blonde couldn’t tell who was doing what to him; with both faces over his cock, it looked like both Justin and Kevin were feeding on him, although he couldn’t imagine the latter doing anything like that willingly. ‘Whatever’, Jon thought, closing his eyes and returning to his own feast—Kevin’s loud moans validating his actions and his own sense of self-worth.

Justin grabbed a fistful of the soft, thick hair on the back of the big jock’s head, yanking Kevin’s face from the rigid shaft of Jon’s hefty cock. “I’m guessin’ you got a sweet, little virgin ass between them big cakes. Am I right?” the young cop growled in hushed tones. Kevin’s eyes, that had been wincing in pain from the hair-pull, popped open in fear. “Am I right, bitch??” he repeated gruffly. Kevin nodded slightly, not knowing the buff dude’s intentions and the best answer in order to keep himself intact. “And I’m guessin’ you don’t wanna be walkin’ bowlegged for the next week, packin’ your gash with a washcloth to keep the shit inside. Am I right??” This time, without hesitation, the handsome, dark-haired stud nodded his agreement.

With his mouth hovering above Kevin’s ear and his hand with a fistful of the jock’s silky, black hair, Justin continued gruffly whispering, “We’re about the same size, but I’ve got a little more muscle. Plus, I’m a Marine, and I could kill you in less than a minute…if I wanted, but I don’t. ‘Why?’, you ask. Because someday, I think you’ll make some daddy a fine, little cunt—maybe even the blonde boy’s here!” While Justin relished humiliating the stud-jock, Kevin seethed, wishing he could smash the cop’s face in that very minute, but, as tough as he was, the hot frat boy knew the reality Justin would beat him. “The point is,” Justin continued, “you’re not leaving here until I let you, a-n-d, if you try anything or fail to follow orders, I will permanently damage that pretty face of yours, and you will leave here bleedin’ from the ass. Comprende?”

Silently, Kevin nodded his agreement but immediately felt his hair being rudely pulled. “Aloud,” Justin spit into the jock’s ear. “I wanna hear you say, ‘I understand, sir.’” Dryness seizing his throat, Kevin horsely whispered the requested response, mimicking the military emphasis on the word ‘sir’ just as instructed. As though being rewarded, Justin released his grip on his hair, but relief was short-lived. Without needing to flex, the hot, young cop presented his already rock-solid bicep covered with a sleeve of dark ink and glistening with a sheen of sweat. “That’s better. Now kiss my guns like a good bitch.”

Knowing if this was anyone else, he’d have floored the dude, sat on top of him, and continued punching until the cunt was unconscious, the taste of humiliation soured bitterly inside Kevin’s mouth. However, cuffed and overpowered, the handsome, macho frat-stud leaned forward pecking Justin’s bicep briefly. “N-o-w… is that the way you kiss those stuck-up sorority bitches?? I don’t think so. No, I imagine you give ‘em lots of tongue! So let’s see those full, ripe lips of yours lay some love on this big gun, and keep on licking ‘til I’ve had enough.”

Oh-h-h, if only Kevin could set fire to the cop with the blaze of hate flaring in his eyes, Justin would be nothing more than a pile of ashes now. However, right at this time, beneath him, Jon began squeezing Kevin’s big cakes, pulling them apart, and painting his slippery tongue upward, across the dark-haired jock’s taint and onto his pink, virgin star, where he began drawing circles with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh-h-h, g-o-d,” Kevin gasped—his head reeling. Justin stuck his bicep in front of the cuffed jock’s open mouth, and, closing his eyes, Kevin began kissing and licking the tatted gun as if it were, in fact, one of his ‘stuck-up sorority bitches’. The more Jon lapped at his bro’s smooth, tight flower, occasionally sucking its tiny lips, the more Kevin mindlessly lapped the hot cop’s arm. Beginning at the crook of Justin’s elbow, the big jock drew the flat of his tongue across the hard, inked muscle upward, stopping only to repeat the process, leaving the young cop’s arm sloppy with saliva.

It wasn’t, of course, that Kevin was somehow smitten with his tormentor’s rock-solid bicep, rather the evening had introduced the 19-year-old jock to a part of his body he had no idea could be so out-of-this-world electrifying. Until this night, only soapy washcloths and toilet paper had touched Kevin’s sweet, virginal rosebud, but now, having experienced Justin and Jon’s gifted tongues, the handsome stud fully intended getting more of this type of action…even if it meant forcing some babes to do it, seating his round ass on their faces. ‘I thought I knew all about sex! W-h-y have I never heard of this before??’, Kevin wondered incredulously, lightening firing inside his brain while Jon forced his slick tongue between the pair of tiny lips.

In a smooth move, Justin turned his arm providing access to the underside of his hard bicep, and as Kevin’s tongue made its way upward, the auburn-haired stud grabbed a wad of the frat-jock’s longish black hair, shoving Kevin’s handsome face into his dank armpit. Suddenly aware of the circumstances, Kevin closed his mouth, though a bit too late, feeling some of the long, wiry wasps glued to his tongue and between his closed lips. His nose deep in Justin’s furry pit, the big jock’s head filled with the hot, young cop’s musk, which, to his surprise, didn’t smell especially bad at all. While having a sharp note, it was so subtle, so insignificant as not to amount to anything. Nonetheless, the humiliation great, Kevin fought, trying to push back against the strong force holding his head in the ex-Marine’s pit, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, the effort was futile.

“Lick, bitch,” Justin growled in just above a whisper. “Be a good, little bitch and lick.” When Kevin’s lips refused to part, the 23-year-old cop pulled back and slapped the frat-jock hard against the ear, shoving the handsome face back into his armpit again.

Kevin’s ears rang, as tufts of fur sucked against his nostrils with every breath he inhaled. ‘This motherfucker will get his one day’, the college stud promised himself.

“I’m not telling you again,” Justin growled.

Far from stupid, Kevin saw he had no choice in the matter, unless he wanted to continue being slapped…or worse. Besides, in Kevin’s opinion, the act Jon was performing was far nastier, pleasurably tongue-fucking the hot jock’s tiny, pink star, so Kevin tentatively edged his long, fat tongue out into the hairy pit. Like its scent, the 19-year-old could detect no taste in particular, but he found the act of licking another man’s furry armpit disgusting and degrading—the texture of the thick, wiry hair against his tongue being especially so.

Oddly, by the time Kevin was finished, however, he’d changed his mind…slightly. It hadn’t been all that bad, and something about Justin’s warm scent made his hard, eight-inch cock ooze drops of precum into his bro’s thick nest of pubes. Maybe it was the latter, though, Kevin questioned, digging the feeling of Jon’s soft, blonde pubes against his cock …or maybe it was the feeling of his best bro’s big, wet cock rubbing against his own, large fuck-tool, digging a sticky path through his lush, soft, black pubes. The stimuli coming all at the same time were almost too much for Kevin to process at the moment.

On the desk, a cell phone rang, distracting Justin in particular, but after four rings, it went silent.

Justin was eager for his treat, fucking the handsome, blonde frat boy he’d picked up earlier in the evening, but as Jon had pulled himself up a bit on the bed to feast on Kevin’s delectable flower and as Justin intended Kevin watching his thrusting into and out of Jon’s awesome bubble-butt, the young cop would need to uncuff the dark-haired jock. He could not hold Kevin up and wishbone Jon’s legs apart at the same time.

“You remember what I told you?“ Justin whispered gruffly in Kevin’s ear, pulling on the jock’s hair. “I’m a Marine, trained to kill. You see my muscles, so you gotta know I can take you down quicker than you imagine. I’ve warned you, if you try anything, you’ll be packin’ that fuck-hole of yours with washcloths for a week, just to keep the shit inside. Do you understand??”

Kevin envisioned three or four frat bros beating this dude to a pulp, but Justin, being a cop, pretty much ruled that option out. “Yes,” Kevin spit hatefully.

Justin slapped his ear hard a second time. “Yes, what?”

“Sir,” he spit again, but when Justin raised his hand a second time, Kevin quickly added more subdued, “Yes, sir,” though with a mocking sneer across his handsome face.

“Good. Now that we have that understanding, I’m gonna uncuff you, and you’re gonna get down on your forearms so this blonde beauty can really go to town on that manpussy of yours. Primarily, though, I want you to have a front row seat to see how a real man fucks. Comprende??”

Kevin came close to mumbling ‘whatever’ but stopped himself, not wanting to get slapped on the ears again. God, how he wished this dude wasn’t a cop! His arms ached as the cuffs came off, having been behind his back for quite some time, but the real shocker came when Kevin looked at his sore wrists, now bloodied from the chafing of the steel cuffs. The only consolation was Jon’s tongue slithering between the lips of his virginal flower.

Justin positioned the dark-haired jock onto his forearms, shoving and holding his handsome face in Jon’s nest of blonde pubes—his nose next to the lazy log of meat. Very quickly, Kevin’s eyes rolled upward, as his head swooned with the effects of his best bro’s powerful, seductive pheromones. This was better than any pussy Kevin had ever smelled, and, as he began pivoting his nose from side-to-side in the thick pubes, Justin released his hold on the frat boy’s head. Not even the ringing of the cell phone across the room could break the spell Jon’s scent had over Kevin.

Too horny for boypussy to see whose phone was ringing, Justin ignored the distraction. Missing his former Marine lover’s tight hole, his nine-inch cock, pointing rigidly forward, ached to take the handsome, blonde jock, but wanting it to be as good for Jon as for himself (intending return visits) Justin went on the look for lube. Finding it on a shelf in Jon’s closet, visible to anyone walking inside, the hot, young cop quickly grabbed the bottle and walked to the foot of the bed where lifted Jon’s muscular legs, resting the jock-boy’s feet against his broad shoulders. Below, lost in the haze of his best bro’s powerful chemical signature, Kevin moaned, dragging his nose and tongue through the beautiful pubes, but not liking the arrogant, entitled frat boy (despite his good looks), Justin reached around one of Jon’s legs, grabbing a fistful of Kevin’s soft hair, pulling the big jock’s face up.

“Huh?” Kevin asked as if woken from a deep sleep.

“Get it wet,” Justin demanded quietly—his heavy, nine-inch meat bobbing in front of the dark-haired stud’s parted lips. This was another ‘humiliation’ the young cop wished to deliver the frat-jock.

“Huh?” Kevin asked again, confused at the circumstances.

“I said, get. it. wet.”

Kevin sneered, muttering, “Fuck you.”

“You don’t want me tearing up this sweet, little hole, do you?”

“No,” Kevin mumbled, eager to return his face to the blonde muff below.

Justin painted the big jock’s pink lips with his fat, glistening cockhead. “Then open up and get it wet.”

The young cop’s voice was low, seductive …or was it the impressive piece of meat now smearing its stuff across his cheeks that was seductive, Kevin wondered. He hated the cop, but the pussy-pounder had to admit the dude was good-looking—very good-looking …and so buff too. Again, the fat, juicy cockhead presented itself before Kevin’s lips, and the young stud sleepily closed his eyes and took the spongy mass inside his warm, wet mouth.

“Y-e-a-h, that’s it. Get it good and wet, bud,” Justin purred.

It belched its pleasure, soon covering Kevin’s slick tongue. ‘It’s not bad’, the hot, young stud thought, applying suction to the meat. Again, it belched its pre-, as Kevin lolled his tongue against the base. ‘It’s pretty good, actually’, his brain told him, sucking the head harder. Kevin heard moaning but attributed it to Jon, who was also moaning while he applied suction to his friend’s tiny, pink lips.

A hand on Kevin’s forehead pushed his face off the cop’s sweet meat, but it again grabbed hold of his hair, holding his head still while his handsome face was being slapped by another big cock, Jon’s eight-inch tool. This one had something even more alluring about it, though Kevin remained oblivious to the knowledge of Jon’s silent, intoxicating pheromones. Consequently, when its gooey head began painting his lips with its clear gloss, Kevin opened wide and enveloped the large, torpedo-shaped head, nursing on the spongy meat like a babe to its mother’s teat.

Justin wrapped Kevin’s hand around the thick, Nordic cock, and soon the handsome jock pumped the steely shaft like so many chicks had done to him. On some level, Kevin realized what he was doing but couldn’t stop himself. Each time the silky skin slid up-and-down over the rigid core, the dark-haired stud was rewarded with a sweet elixir to which he quickly became addicted. The juice from this mighty phallus was so-o-o much better than that between a chick’s legs, having a quieting effect on his cognition—so much so that when Jon pushed a slickened finger into the mouth of his flower, Kevin spread his knees and arched his back, moaning, allowing the digit full access to explore.

As Justin pressed his lubed cock against Jon’s beautiful, pink bud, the goddamn cell phone rang again. Now, the cop was mad. Dropping Jon’s legs, he stomped across the room to the desk with the intention of turning the annoying sound off, but when Justin saw it was, in fact, his phone and that it was his mother-in-law, he answered gruffly, “What??”

“Where have you been?? We’re at the hospital, and we’ve been trying to reach you!” the old bitch screeched.

“Where the hell do you think I’ve been?? Asleep!” Justin responded angrily.

“Well, get down here! Your wife’s having troubles!”

“What kind of troubles?” Justin asked, now worried.

“Never mind. Just get here.” The older woman hung up the phone.

The young, alpha cop scanned the room, watching the two frat bros going at each other a moment before abruptly ending the festivities. If Justin couldn’t have Jon tonight, he’d be damned if that arrogant prick, Kevin, would have him either! Stomping back across the room, he pulled the big jock off the bed, dropping him on the floor, yelling, “Get your fucking clothes on, bitch! I’m taking you home!” When Kevin continued sitting there, trying to get his bearings, the young cop slapped him upside the head, bellowing, “Now, cunt!”

Dazed, with his ears ringing, Kevin stood and began dressing along side Justin. “Where do you live??” Justin snapped.

“The PIKE house,” Kevin mumbled.

“And where the hell might that be, bitch??”

“Stop calling me that!” Kevin yelled, snapping out of the daze in which Jon’s scent and taste had placed him.

Justin instantly threw the big jock up against the wall with a loud thud—the impact causing bottles of liquor and tumblers on Jon’s dresser to jostle and tinkle against each other. Had Kevin had just a little more muscle they’d have been equally matched, being the same height and nearly equal in size. With his big hand around Kevin’s neck and his wet lips grazing the hot stud’s ear, Justin quietly growled, “I’m not the cock-sucker here. I’m not the one who sucked two cocks here tonight, which makes you the big faggot…though maybe not as big as the one over there on the bed…not me. So I’ll ask you one more time… Where might your little fag-house be, bitch??”

Needless to say, Kevin spit the address out as hatefully as humanly possible, and the two finished dressing in quiet, while Jon lay watching from the bed, slowly jacking his big, thick cock, filling the room with his intoxicating scent. With his jacket on, Justin sat on the side of the bed and leaned over Jon, covering the blonde jock’s lips with his own, as their tongues searched and probed against each other. “You owe me, you know,” the young cop stated flatly. “If it’d been any other cop, you’d be sitting in jail now, charged with a DUI. So when I call you—and I will call you—be lubed and ready to be fucked senseless. Got it? I guarantee it’ll be a damn sight better than anything your ‘boyfriend’ over there can throw you.” Justin chuckled, standing up from the bed.

Across the room, Kevin fumed, listening to Justin lay claims to his best bro with promises of future visits. Jon was his, not the cop’s. Besides, Justin was married; he should stay in his own lane. Kevin didn’t know whether to be angry at Jon for apparently becoming some sort of fagged-out manwhore or at the cop who needed to get out of the picture. The fact he’d had such possessive thoughts about Jon momentarily disturbed Kevin, but he justified them by telling himself he was only trying to protect the best interests of not only Jon but also the fraternity. The fewer people turning Jon into a faggot the less likely the story would leak to rival fraternities, degrading the reputation of Phi Kappa Epsilon.

Looking at his sore wrists, the dark-haired stud knew he’d have to concoct some viable story, as his bros in the frat house would most certainly pounce on the obvious bloodied rings. (Men were nearly as bad as women when it came to gossip, Justin concluded.) Maybe he’d simply tell them he’d been arrested for public intoxication; the story would have some truth anyway. Just then, a possible solution to the problem of Officer Justin O’Hara dawned on the handsome frat boy, as a smile formed across his lips.

Justin and Kevin stepped out into the still, frozen night air to make their way several blocks to Justin’s patrol car. The minus three-degree temperature made the college town eerily quiet—even for half past one in the morning. They walked in silence, except for moments when Kevin tried excusing himself from the cop’s control. “The PIKE house is the other direction, so I’ll just walk myself. I don’t need a ride from you.”

“You’re riding with me.”

“I don’t understand. I’ll…”

“You’ll just walk back to Jon’s and fuck him. That’s what you’ll do. If I ain’t getting any tonight, you sure as hell ain’t gettin’ any …not some snot-nosed pussy used to getting anything he wants.”

They walked another block in silence before Kevin spoke again. “It’s colder than a motherfucker out here. We shoulda just taken a cab.”

“What a little bitch… Someone needs to put you on a leash and walk you around campus, so you can do your business. That would be funny!” Justin chuckled at the imagery he’d concocted.

Kevin, of course, didn’t think it funny in the least. Fuming at being called a ‘bitch’ yet again, he walked in silence …or at least for another two blocks, when—wishing he’d worn a cap—he again complained. “G-o-d! How much fur-ther??”

“You’re such a pussy. Listen, if you gotta pooh, just dig a little hole in the snow over there and go. Just make sure you cover it, like the good, little bitch you are.”

“I don’t know why you don’t like me!”Kevin shouted angrily. Then, with more control, he added, “Most people l-o-v-eme …can’t get enough of me!” The young cop laughed. “Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I’m willing to call a truce and be friends, if y…”

The hot ex-Marine cut Kevin off, pulling him off the sidewalk into the snow then pushing his back against a large tree, the jock’s head hitting the hard, craggy bark. Invading the hot jock’s space, Justin pressed tightly against him—their noses nearly touching.

“What the fuck, dude! Get off me!” Kevin shouted, attempting to push the young cop off him, but his wrists being the source of such sharp pain and his muscles stiff from having been cuffed behind his back for so long, the struggle was short-lived. Justin spread Kevin’s feet apart enough to glue himself against the big jock—one hand groping the young stud’s round glutes, the other rubbing and squeezing the crotch of his jeans, sending waves of pleasure to Kevin’s brain in spite of the cold. “Maybe we got off on the wrong foot,” Justin mocked the young man, “Let’s be friends.” Justin chuckled slyly, kneading Kevin’s growing erection. “What’s your angle? Huh? You wanna suck my cock…again?? Oh, by the way, my apologies: thanks for the half-way descent blowjob back there. With a little more practice, you’ll be a pro in no time.

“Or maybe you wanna to get close to me to find the goods on me, so you can get me out of the picture or some other scheme you’re cooking up. Well, good luck with that! Your kind are ‘takers’. You don’t ‘share’. Everything’s a zero-sum game for your kind, and guess who’s the ‘sum’ and who’s the ‘zero’?

“Maybe I should be the one putting a leash on you …try to strip some of that arrogance away … Y-e-a-h, maybe you’re the one I oughta focus on! You are pretty, little bitch.”

Justin wedged a finger uncomfortably in the back seam of Kevin’s jeans, unzipping the front, as he forced his tongue inside the handsome jock’s mouth. Kevin managed to push Justin’s shoulders just enough to get the young cop to stop kissing him. “What the fuck, dude?? Someone could see us!”

“Oh-h-h! So you’d prefer doing it in private, huh??”

“Fuck off! I’m not a fag, like you …or like you think I am!”

“No, you’re just a cocksucker. You sucked two cocks tonight, which, by definition, makes you a cocksucker …even if you need a little practice covering your teeth. You know, these new cell phones take the best videos, especially with the lights on, like tonight. I can’t wait to see you fagging-out on this thing! And I got a-l-l those numbers off your phone too! I’ll bet some of your frat bros would love seeing you in a little man-on-man action. You’d probably have a line out your door every night, servicing those dudes!”

“Get off me and shut your fucking mouth before someone sees or hears us!”

“Why are you so hard, big stuff?” Justin rubbed the outline of Kevin’s eight-inch log through the soft, white briefs. The dark-haired jock stammered, trying to think of some insult to throw back at the hot, 23-year-old, but, too slow, Justin dove his long tongue back inside Kevin’s hot, wet mouth, probing and dueling with the younger stud’s. His mind too preoccupied with thoughts of his fellow PIKEs seeing footage of this night-turned-bad, the dark-haired pussy-pounder lamely reciprocated. If Brad, the president of PIKE, ever found out what Kevin did tonight—handcuffed or not—he’d surely be expelled from the frat, and being in the most popular frat on campus meant everything to the 19-year-old sophomore.

As if flipping a switch, Justin pushed himself off Kevin, heading down the sidewalk. “Nice ass, by the way,” the young cop tossed over his shoulder.

“Wait the fuck up!” Kevin shouted, zipping his jeans and pulling the back of his boxer briefs from his crack. “You sonofabitch…”

“You say the sweetest things.”

The two walked the remaining seven blocks in silence, Kevin’s mind a whirl, trying to think of ways to get those videos from the cop. When they finally got to the patrol car, quicker than minute, Justin had the hot jock bent over the trunk, cuffing Kevin once again amid a flurry of expletives and yelps of pain.

“Oh my god!!! That hurts so fucking bad!!! Why the fuck do you have to cuff me again, you fucking bastard?!! You’ve already ruined my wrists for fucking weeks, I imagine! And everyone’s gonna ask about ‘em! Fuck they hurt!!!”

“S-t-o-p yipping, you little bitch dog. It’s the rules,” Justin lied flatly. “Anyone we put in the backseat h-a-s to be cuffed. Trapping Kevin bent over the car’s trunk, Justin began humping the undergrad’s hard, round ass, tweaking the boy’s nipples. “Y-e-a-h, maybe I will have to test drive this ass! No wonder Jon went to town on it, like he did! I’ll bet it tastes as good as it looks!”

“Owww! Oh my god, that hurts when you press against them!!! Cool it, dude!”

“You a-r-e a yipping, little bitch! That’s for sure!” Justin goaded, leaning back up but still holding onto Kevin’s waist, humping his hard glutes. “What d’ya say I yank these jeans down and just give it to you out here? It’s a quiet, residential neighborhood; it’s not likely anyone will see. What d’ya say? I wanna hear you moo like a cow when I’m plowing your tight cunt.”

“You will regret all this! I promise you! Now, get the fuck off me!”

Justin chuckled, opening the rear passenger door and helping Kevin inside. “Watch your head, Mrs. O’Hara.”

“You can just fuck yourself all the way to hell!! God, how I hate you!!”

“You’d better not use that kinda language in front of the minister,” Justin teased, closing the door.

The two exchanged insults during the first part of the drive, but, getting nowhere, Kevin finally shut up the remainder of the drive, fuming in the backseat, plotting his revenge. Maybe he’d hire a private investigator to contact the cop’s pregnant wife or to find out other violations Officer O’Hara made that would cause him to lose his job. Maybe he could hire someone to hack into Justin’s cloud account, deleting his pics and videos. The ideas—some bad, some not so bad—popped into Kevin’s head in rapid-fire succession.

Sitting a ways back from the street, the frat house sat eerily in frozen silence—the winter weather causing almost all the brothers to call it an early night, preferring the warmth of their rooms to the below zero-degree temps outside. Lights could be seen in a few rooms of the PIKE house, but otherwise, most were asleep—the smoke streaming from the two chimneys appearing an opaque white against the dark, night sky. Now 1:50 a.m., the libraries and study rooms around campus had been closed nearly an hour, nearly assuring privacy inside the patrol car.

As they came to a stop alongside the curb, Kevin demanded, “Okay, get me outta here and uncuff me now!”

Silent, Justin exited the car, and, leaving it and its heater on, as he removed his jacket, tossing it inside, and doing the same with his gun belt. Instead of coming around to the back passenger door and pulling Kevin outside, the auburn-haired stud got into the backseat on the driver’s side, closing the door with a loud thwack.

“What the fuck, dude?!!” Kevin yelled. “Uncuff me, so I can get the fuck outta here!!”

Justin laid his arm across the top of the seat, resting his hand on Kevin’s left shoulder. “Well, see, here’s the problem… We were very rudely interrupted back at Jon’s, and I didn’t get my rocks off.” Justin unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, raising off the seat to push his pants and jockeys down to his ankles. “You can see what a problem that is, right?” The young officer’s thick, nine-inch cock stood proudly erect from his groin.

As Justin unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it in the back window, Kevin began shouting his protests. “I don’t know what you’ve got in mind, but you’re crazy if you think we’re doing anything right out here where anyone can walk by!! You’re fucking insane!!”

“Would you rather I pull into the drive next to the house? We’d be off the street that way,” Justin goaded.

“Fuck no!!” Kevin screamed. “Uncuff me, so I can get outta here! …NOW!!!”

Justin pulled the front of his t-shirt over his head, hooking it behind his neck. “I’m sorry. No can do. With a pregnant wife, daddy’s pretty backed-up, if you catch my drift.”

Officer O’Hara was cut off, though, with Kevin going verbally ballistic. Having had enough and needing to get to the hospital, Justin grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of Kevin’s head, slapping him sharply upside his head. The handsome jock’s head jerked to the left, leaving his ears ringing. “Now, don’t make me do that again. We’re wasting time here. I’ve got to leave soon, and you can’t wait to suck my cock again. So, let’s go, hot stuff.”

Justin unbuckled Kevin’s belt, unzipped his jeans, and yanked them and the big jock’s boxer briefs down his legs. “I wanna see that fine ass of yours while you pay homage to me.” He twisted Kevin half-way around, such that his right leg fell precariously off the seat to the floorboard, and pulling his face to his buff chest, Justin ordered, “Now, suck my pecs, bitch. Show me how much you wanna please me.”

When Kevin kept his lips sealed, the ex-Marine popped him over the head again. “We can keep playing this game or maybe you’d prefer me pulling around back and honking the horn?”

Kevin fought back tears. Only girls and pussies cried, and he was far from a pussy, being a 6’2”, 170-lb athlete, who’d fucked his way through a good number of Kappas already. Still, his eyes blurred from the build-up of tears, as he parted his lips, running his tongue over the cop’s pink nipple.

“That’s better. Now, suck.” Gripping Kevin’s head like a basketball, Justin moved the big jock’s head slowly from one pec to the other and back again. Licking and sucking Justin’s flat, pink nipples allowed Kevin to refocus his thoughts to the extent he was no longer on the verge of losing it. All the same, his body shook with nerves, fearing someone—or worse yet, a frat bro—would happen upon them. The act was strange, though—a man’s areola being so different from a woman’s. The first thing Kevin noticed, of course, was the flatness of the pec as opposed to the fullness of a chick’s breast. With a woman you had something soft and heavy to grasp while sucking her nipples. Not so with Justin—not that, had his hands been free, the handsome frat-jock would have been grasping for something. The second thing were the light hairs on the young cop’s flat areola. Sparce, as they were, these hairs made Justin’s pecs a foreign object.

“That’s it… suck ‘em,” Justin purred. “Big, arrogant jock like you, suckin’ on a man’s nipple. Think of all those frat bros, running around that house with no shirt on. From now on, I’ll bet you’ll froth at the mouth, wishing you could suck ‘em all,” Justin chuckled. Running his fingers through Kevin’s soft, thick hair, he moaned, “Oh y-e-a-h, you’ve got a magic tongue on you, boy”—Justin’s cock throbbing below. In the big jock’s mind, he thought, ‘Suck what? There’s nothing here to suck!’ Dragging Kevin’s face slowly across his chest, Justin cooed, “Keep your tongue out, stud, while I’m pulling you over to the other one.” As a humiliating afterthought, he threw out, “I probably didn’t need to tell you that, as you’re probably pretty excited by now.”

Kevin had an image of him yanking the young cop’s balls right off him, he was so angry. ‘If he’d just shut up, I could get through this’, the 19-year-old thought. After all, this part wasn’t so bad…compared to what he knew awaited him. Kevin worried if there might be some truth to what Justin said, about his reaction on seeing the many frat bros running around the house shirtless—not about frothing at the mouth, but would he always remember this night every time he saw a bare-chested dude. Again, he reminded himself it wasn’t so bad, just weird.

Realizing his time was limited, Justin pushed Kevin’s face down. “Keep your tongue out and lick those abs! How’s my goodie trail taste? Huh, bitch?” The question being rhetorical, Kevin kept his silence, as the trail grew thicker, bracing himself for the inevitable. He’d pulled similar stunts with chicks, making them worship his body before getting his fuck-pole.

With his nose, in the hot cop’s thick, auburn pubes, Kevin closed his eyes, trying to block the reality of his situation. He felt emasculated and humiliated beyond the ability of words to describe—neither emotion ever having been experienced before by the hot jock. Never in his wildest imagination would Kevin thought he’d actually be face-down in pubes getting ready to suck another dude’s cock. Sure, he’d wondered what a cock tasted like, and, yes, Kevin had scoped out other jocks in the showers, but he was convinced this perfectly natural (though the handsome, dark-haired stud recognized he had no proof of this conviction). Kevin would never be able to look another man in his life without thinking of this experience—of this, he knew for certain. The trick would be to keep his eyes from traveling down there from shame.

After a couple of minutes of having his handsome face rubbed through Justin’s soft, dense pubes, Kevin found himself lulled into a quiet state somewhere far away. This hadn’t been so bad. In fact, his cock grew and ached uncomfortably inside his jeans, which, if he hadn’t been inhaling so deeply, would have deeply disturbed him. If Kevin had been more aware, he'd have determined the 23-year-old cop smelled better than any babe he’d ever gone down on. Only Jon smelled better. warm, seductive musk.

However, like the quiet before the storm, Kevin’s revery was broken by the crack of lightening that was Justin’s voice. “Okay, princess! Sorry to break your little sniff-fest down there! By the way, I’d stopped holding your head a couple of minutes ago.” Panicking, Kevin wondered, ‘Just how long have I been in this dude’s groin?’ Justin continued, “But it’s showtime, girl! Time for your 3 a.m. feeding! Just remember, the quicker you get me off, the less likely someone will catch us. Watch the teeth, though; I might lose my erection, then you’d have to start all over again.”

At the reminder of the possibility of being caught, Kevin snapped from the haze that had held his mind captive. Justin held his huge, thick cock in one hand, while gripping Kevin’s hair with the other, attempting to lift and guide the frat jock’s mouth onto his bullet-shaped cockhead, as Kevin tried fighting against the looming meat. “Don’t make me suck your cock! Please!” the 19-year-old begged.

After a frustrating minute of trying unsuccessfully to get Kevin’s mouth onto his cock, Justin suddenly let go of the young man’s head, letting it drop to his crotch again, where he shoved Kevin out of his lap and onto the back floorboard. “Fine!” Justin said calmly, as he lifted off the seat, pulling his pants back on and zipping them closed. He got out of the backseat and started to get in the front, stating resolutely, “We’ll just drive around back and honk the horn. I’ll tell whoever comes out I picked you up at the BP gas station, suckin’ some man off in the toilet.”

“No! Stop! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I promise! I’ll give you the best blowjob ever!” Kevin yelled, scared out of his wits.

Justin put the car into park again. “That was your l-a-s-t warning,” he stated, pissed at the uncooperative jock and his own need to get to the hospital soon. He got back into the backseat, pulled his pants down again, and lifted Kevin upright in the seat.

As Justin unbuckled the frat boy’s belt, yanking his jeans down to his knees, Kevin shouted, “Wait! What…what are you doing?? Hold on now! Wait! What’re you doing??”

Having pushed the hot jock’s jeans to the floorboard, Justin once again grabbed a fistful of Kevin’s hair, and with their noses nearly touching, he angrily spit, “You don’t have any cards! You folded! This is my game, and I call the shots! Got it, thickhead??” Kevin nodded fearful he’d taken the game to a place he wouldn’t like. “New rules! N-o-w, I wanna see that f-i-n-e ass of yours—feel those hard glutes—while you suck my cock! See what happens when you fuck with me?? And just remember I gave those pics and videos and all those phone numbers.” Justin pulled Kevin’s face down to his lap again and unlocked the cuffs. “I was gonna force you to suck my cock—give you a reason to tell yourself later—but n-o-w, you’re gonna suck me off all on your own, motherfucker! And you’re gonna do it like your life depends on it, ‘cause we’re not leaving here until you got a belly full of my cum, my swimmers! The quicker you’re able to get me off, the quicker you’ll be asleep in your bed! It all depends on the effort you put into it! And tomorrow, you’ll know you did the work! You used your mouth and your talents to get another dude to cum in your mouth!” Justin released Kevin’s hair, letting his face drop into his lap again.

Kevin hated this man, but he hated the act he would be performing even more. Naturally, therefore, he wanted it—and this night—to be over as quickly as possible. Two things, Kevin decided, were going to help him achieve this goal…with the least psychological damage possible. He had to imitate that which the best, most talented babes did for him, and he had to leverage the competitive edge he’d developed over many years as an athlete. Giving this (shitty) act his ‘all’, while getting inside the head of one of his best bitches imitating what he liked done to his cock, would end this nightmare quickly

Hands down, though, it was Jon, who’d given Kevin the best blowjobs ever, but the sexy jock wanted no ‘faggoty images’ fucking with his head—now or in the future. If Kevin did attempt to emulate Jon, he knew he’d look back on this event as being the moment he became a faggot—which he wasn’t! No, throughout this nightmare experience, Kevin had to t-r-y to think of himself as being one of his many babes. Psyching himself out like this would make it easier over time to block this event from his memory.

As far as girls were concerned, Kevin decided he had to get inside the head of Sarah McKinsey, a beautiful, senior active in Kappa Kappa Gamma, who ranked number one in the women’s Olympics blowjob event. Sarah had been a cheerleader in high school, where she’d begun her training, and in college, where she catapulted to pro. In his head, Kevin went to that place, recalling a montage of the times last spring with Sarah between his legs, and switching places, the handsome PIKE pulled himself up, positioned himself half-on, half-off the seat, and grabbed the thick root of the nine-inch cock standing at attention between the cop’s thighs. Closing his eyes and blocking as much of Justin’s voice as possible, Kevin opened his mouth and became Sarah giving himself a blowjob…only better.

Teasing Justin’s throbbing slab of meat, Kevin rolled his tongue around its shiny, slippery head, taking the young cop’s seed inside his bloodstream, connecting the young jock to the handsome, 23-year-old stud for the remainder of his life. He wasn’t Kevin, though. Rather, he was Sarah on this one occasion in the bathroom of her sorority house during a party, sucking Kevin off. More than that, anything she could do, he could do better.

With less than an inch of the fat, bullet-shaped cockhead between his lips, Kevin mouthed the gooey tip, alternating between lightly sucking its tiny orifice and rolling his tongue, slickened with precum, around its spongy skin. Imagining himself as Sarah, Kevin decided the sticky slime—his own, not the ex-Marine’s—wasn’t that bad after all, as he continued mouthing the sweet head. ‘No wonder the bitch was always so hungry for my cum’, the handsome jock thought. He held the heavy, nine-inch slab up and ran his wet tongue down its thick length then back up to its juicy head again. Dragging his tongue down another time, Kevin opened his mouth wide, taking one of Justin’s large, goose egg-sized balls inside his mouth—just as Sarah did—to wash and scrub it with his tongue while moaning lowly. Kevin heard the young, auburn-haired stud ‘ooo’ and ‘ahh’, saying something degrading, but…he’d had done the same with Sarah (and other babes), so it fit into the little mind game he was playing with himself.

“O-o-o, fuck,you’ve done this be-fore! Haven’t you, faggot? Who did you practice with? …your brothers? your coaches? some of those frat boys? Whose cocks have you been suckin’, tough guy?”

Kevin only moaned in response, pushing the large orb from his mouth and repeating the ritual to the other. He felt the large hand—unmistakably male—slowly petting his hair. “How’s those balls taste, girl? Pretty good, right?” His eyes closed, Kevin moaned deeply, pushing the hairy orb out and dragging his long tongue up the underside of the huge cock. As more of the hot, young cop’s light, musky scent filled his brain, Kevin decided he smelled pretty, fucking good down there—again, he, not the cop(still psyching himself out). ‘No wonder I get laid so often!’ the young, dark-haired stud thought, inhaling deeply again and again.

Kevin opened his eyes just enough to view that which he held in his hand, but despite having big hands, the frat boy’s long fingers still failed to connect with his thumb. Squeezing the thick shaft, he watched through slitted eyes as the silvery gel filling its tiny eye slid out and trailed over the side of the big cockhead. An image of Jon lapping up his own spooge passed through Kevin’s mind, and closing his eyes tightly, he repeated to himself, ‘No faggots! Think Sarah. Think Sarah. She’s the cock-hungry bitch I should be!’ With that, the handsome 19-year-old opened wide, taking Justin’s entire knob inside his warm, wet mouth.

‘Oh, yeah, Sarah l-o-v-e-d this shit’, and, subconsciously, Kevin could clearly see why. The big, spongy thing was caked in far more slime than earlier—a glaze that now coated Kevin’s tongue and passed down his throat. ‘He’ tasted great and now understood his Sarah on a deeper level—why she was always so fuckin’ quick to pop the buttons on his jeans.

Last spring, some of the actives had laughingly warned Kevin, then a freshman, about the senior girl. He recalled his first ‘date’ with Sarah at The Roxie, a movie theater downtown, when, half-way through the flick, she slid out of her chair onto her knees and had his cock out and down her throat quicker than a-n-y chick he’d ever dated …and they weren’t even sitting near the back row! What a fuckin’ whore! Kevin remembered the incident, as he slowly jacked the cock’s warm, silky skin, bobbing his head on the young cop’s hot meat, ever-gradually taking more inside his mouth. ‘Yeah, that bitch always had to have it—one way or the other. She was so-o-o hungry for cock…’, Kevin thought, hearing her moan around his meat (…or was that his voice now? It didn’t matter.) As he relished the sweet cock-slime on his tongue, the young, arrogant jock never imagined another dude’s cock could smell and taste so good … but it sure as fuck did!

Justin leaned slightly to his right, rubbing his hand down the young jock’s back, while purring words of encouragement. With one knee on the seat and the other on the floorboard, Kevin’s back tapered down to a narrow waist where two, large mounds of creamy muscle rose—the narrow crevasse between which stretched open at its base due to the frat boy’s position. The jock’s now-constant moaning reverberated down Justin’s nine-inch slab into his bull-nuts, sending small electrical jolts to the handsome cop’s brain. The kid was a pro, Justin concluded—convinced, now, that Kevin had spent time on his knees before. That the young stud was apparently being so mean to Jon simply indicated to Justin that Kevin must be taking out his own self-loathing on his friend. ‘Fuck!’, Justin thought, ‘I haven’t even once needed to warn him to watch his teeth!’ …as he’d needed to do with so many of his fellow Marines in Iraq.

Justin’s hand drifted up onto the nearest fat globe, gently groping it before raising up and smacking it soundly. The beautiful mounds were so hard his fingers actually hurt a little. Justin stuck his middle finger inside his mouth, caking it with saliva, before returning to the deep divide between Kevin’s glorious glutes where he searched for the frat boy’s (hopefully) virgin rosebud—the frat boy’s oral skills having placed skepticism in Justin’s mind.

Kevin had built up a rhythm now between his hand and mouth, swallowing more of the sweet-tasting meat, as Justin’s finger rubbed wet circles slowly around his pink star, sending waves of pleasure seemingly straight through his asshole to his brain and back again, making Kevin feel every bit as slutty as that whore Sarah. (Afterward, remembering his time with the cop, he’d zone-out in class or at the library, thinking, ‘Who k-n-e-w a dude’s backdoor could also feel like…well, a sex organ!?!) In response to the stimulating circles, Kevin edged his knee further back on the seat, spreading his muscular legs and fat mounds further apart, trying to expose more of little rosebud to this stimulation and, thereby, increasing the intense erotic pleasure inside his brain.

At the same time, Justin placed his other arm around the back of the hot jock’s neck, cradling it, while his fingers played in the 19-year-old’s straight, longish, black hair—a move that felt both comforting and encouraging, resulting in Kevin corkscrewing his face with each bob downward, sending more pleasure signals to the handsome cop’s brain. Thus far, Kevin had only managed to take about four inches of cock inside his mouth, but when he felt about a half-inch of Justin’s wet finger force itself between the petals of his smooth bud, he felt a deeper understanding of what Sarah must have truly felt whenever he slipped her the finger, becoming more turned on thinking of her pussy. Without realizing it, Kevin picked up speed, moaning around the rubbery head, sucking it for its sweet nectar.

“O-o-o, fuck! You fuckin’ love cock, don’t ya?!…hungry, little bitch!” Justin groaned appreciatively. ”I don’t know how much of a virgin you are—with skills like this—but I promise you, we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on!” The handsome cop stuck the finger inside his mouth again, tasting the boy’s sweet pussy and sopping it with saliva again. “Of course, if you’re not a virgin, you’re the tightest whore I’ve ever tried fingering!” Justin chuckled.

Returning his hand to the lower side of Kevin’s hard, creamy mounds, the auburn-haired stud found the little rosebud again and pressed hard at its center, screwing his long finger between the tight, resistant folds down to the second knuckle. Around Justin’s bull-cock, Kevin groaned in response to the awkward, uncomfortable invasion, increasing his attempts to give the cop pleasure and get him off as soon as possible. (Better to have his throat full of cum than his ass, the young stud reasoned. No one was going there, pics and videos or not. ‘Fuck that shit!’)

Deep inside his mouth, the thick cock oozed a constant stream of slippery goo against the opening to Kevin’s throat, and between the young stud’s steady jacking of its shaft and his bouncing head, the spongy cockhead lodged itself just inside the tight channel. Quickly, he came off the cock, coughing violently, with tears streaming down his red cheeks and phlegm dripping from his nose.

Running his fingers through Kevin’s soft, thick hair, while pushing his finger completely inside the hot, tight hole, Justin murmured, “Yeah, you n-e-e-d my cock, don’t ya’? They all do, for some reason. I guess you’re no different. You just need my seed inside you…to make you a real man or somethin’. Well… don’t worry, pretty boy; you’ll soon have me inside you for the rest of your life. You just rememberthat, stud. We’ll have more than just a connection, you and I—no matter how many chicks you bang. I’ll be right there with you…inside you. In fact, it probably won’t even be your seed anymore, as it is today. My DNA will probably fuck your DNA over, dude. I wouldn’t be surprised if your dick grows some more, and you get better looking …thanks to me. Hell, you’ll probably be calling me up, begging for another injection. It wouldn’t surprise me. Just think about that, tough guy. Think and reflect on this moment tomorrow …and the day after…and the month after that. You get the picture. I’ll always be with you—own you—no matter how much you try to forget.”

As Kevin’s coughing subsided, he couldn’t help listening to the bullshit spewing from Justin. ‘Need his seed inside me. What a fuckin’ load of it!’, thought the 19-year-old great-seducer-of-babes. The truth be known, though, the latter part left Kevin not just a little worried, as he rubbed Justin’s bull-nuts, preparing for another attempt to get the handsome, young cop off. As he opened his mouth wide to go down on the cop again, however, a large dollop of drool slipped from his full lips, cascading over the large, fleshy cockhead. ‘What the fuck?!!’ Kevin thought, ‘Why am I fuckin’ drooling over a cock?!!” N-o-w, he was really disturbed.

“Just take your time and breathe through your nose, baby,” Justin purred reassuringly.

“Take my time, like fuckin’ hell!” the hot, pussy-pounding jock thought to himself, wanting to get the man off before he got any ideas about his ass. The physical discomfort of the whole playing-with-his-ass thing made it difficult for Kevin to pretend he was just one of his usual, female cocksuckers pretending to suck himself off. Besides that, the only one who’d truly ever been able to deep throat his own log was Jon, making Kevin’s humiliation present, not delayed, and, unlike his friend, Kevin still asserted he was no fag.

So, with the finger digging uncomfortably inside his rectum, the dark-haired jock resorted to Plan B: treating this ordeal like a football game gone bad. Kevin was a winner. He had to intercept the metaphorical pass (toward his virgin hole) and drive the ball all the way to the endzone for the winning touchdown (that being the cop’s orgasm), and, just like any football game, the clock was ticking. Kevin had to drain Justin’s nuts ASAP then get the fuck out of the car before the cop increased the stakes, and, if his experience with Jon told him anything, there was nothing like the intense milking sensation of a warm, tight throat to guarantee an explosion of cum. If Jon could take Kevin’s cock down his throat, the big jock had no choice but to make every attempt to do the same; after all, the two cocks were nearly the same size.

Kevin took the glistening cock inside his warm, overly wet mouth again, as Justin twisted his long, middle finger around inside the hot, tight channel. Again, he tried, and again, the 19-year-old jock gagged, coming off the big piece of meat, coughing. Kevin stared for a minute at the awesome python in his hand, watching it throb and belch its clear ooze, caking the fat head with a layer of icing. He rejected wholesale a thought flashing through his conscious noting how good the goo tasted, burying it deep in the wastebin of thoughts. All the same, Kevin bent his head, swirling his tongue through the sweet glaze dreamily, licking bubble after bubble from the eye of the great phallus. He adamantly rejected two subsequent thoughts, burying them under tons of concrete like radioactive waste—the thoughts being how hot the young cop actually was and how grateful he should be for the dude’s seed.

The young jock swallowed the great-tasting slime caked on his tongue and again filled his mouth with the fat, spongy cockhead. Inside Kevin’s warm, wet, (and yes) loving mouth, the excited head belched its sweet icing twice more, coating the entrance of his throat with its slippery slime. Having long forgotten Justin’s urgency to get to the hospital, Kevin felt the ex-Marine’s large hand cupping the back of his head—his long fingers digging through Kevin’s thick, soft hair, gripping on his skull. At the same time, the cop’s long, thick finger—searching and probing—passed across something hard deep inside the hot jock’s fine ass.

Rubbing the pad of his finger back-and-forth over the hard nut, Justin applied pressure to Kevin’s head, calmly whispering words of encouragement, as his huge cockhead butted against the opening to Kevin’s throat. “You can do it, girl,” he cooed. “Just relax, open that sweet throat, and breathe through your nose.” Applying more pressure on the young jock’s head, he continued cooing, “Come on, babe. You know you want to …need to. Just relax and breathe through your nose, pretty girl…”

The finger rubbing against the thing in his ass sent mind-numbing waves of pleasure through Kevin’s brain—the young man’s eyes rolling up behind closed eyelids, as he raised his ass off the car seat, trying in vain to allow further access to a finger already as far inside as possible. Moaning with pleasure from awesome, erotic sensations that distracted him, Kevin let down his guard, relaxing his throat—just for a second, but long enough for the hard, slippery python to force its way into the grips of the 19-year-old’s hot, squeezing channel.

Kevin’s eyes popped open with fear, seeing only the auburn-colored pubes less than four inches below—his jaw felt stretched to the breaking point. Just as the dark-haired stud had begun reconsidering his views on assplay—namely that involving his own—the long finger was yanked unceremoniously from the tight, hot hole hidden between his huge, jock mounds, as the ex-Marine gripped Kevin’s head like a basketball.

Justin’s voice, out-of-sight above him, coolly reassured the novice cocksucker, “Don’t fight it, bitch. Just relax and breathe through your nose.” As Kevin continued struggling, the buff cop continued, “Quit fighting me now. Everything’s gonna be just fine if you breathe through your nose. Relax, goddamnit, and breathe through your fucking nose.” (Easy words to say for someone who’d never had a cock in his mouth, much less jammed inside his throat.)

Tears streamed down the jock’s handsome face, as Kevin struggled with no effect to free himself from Justin’s grip. With the calm baritone above repeatedly urging him to breathe through his nose, the young stud of sorority house pussy slowly—very slowly—came to accept the slippery python lodged inside his throat. Rising from the dense nest of fluffy, auburn pubes below, the ex-Marine’s warm, sedating musk filled every corner of Kevin’s brain, having the added effect of quieting the young frat-jock.

Justin loved not only the sensation of Kevin’s spasming, squeezing muscles, but also the boy’s hot huffs of air hitting his pubes below. “That’s it, bitch… Calm down and get used to it…get used to a real stud’s cock inside that sweet mouth of yours. I’ve decided you and I are gonna be real, close friends.

“See, you think you’re a big man, going around getting all that ‘little girl pussy’, but you’re just a kid—a little boy—picking cherries. Then you found out your buddy likes smokin’ poles, and now you’re the big bully on the block. Don’t ya’ see? You’re just an immature, rich brat. You’ve never faced bullets comin’ your way or seen the truck two-ahead of yours get blown to bits by an IED, killing dudes you knew. You have this teeny-tiny idea of life, which includes a narrowminded idea of sex … but I’m making it my mission to help you out …faggot. Now, I don’t have long tonight, which is a goddamn shame, but I’ll make up for it next time…”

Red in the face, snot streamed out Kevin’s nose and over his upper lip, connecting with large quantities of drool before running down the giant shaft and into the musky pubes below. “Oh-h-h, fuck!” Justin moaned at the milking his fat meat was getting. “You are so-o-o goddamn good at this! Are you s-u-r-e you haven’t been smokin’ a few poles on the side??” he taunted the frat-jock, who was only half-listening, being more concerned with breathing. “Anyway, it’s too goddamn bad we don’t have more time tonight for this ‘romance’—you havin’ such a crush on me and all,” the young cop chuckled.

Suddenly, Kevin felt his head being pushed and pulled up-and-down the big slab of meat with little regard for his welfare—the big python thrusting further down his esophagus each time. The young jock’s eyes bulged in fear and were as bloodshot as his face was red. In the confusion of the onslaught, Kevin’s hands slipped off either side of the hot cop’s thick, solid thighs onto the seat below, giving Justin even more opportunity to shove further inside the young stud’s awesome, luxuriant throat.

“Oh, y-e-a-h, suck that cock, motherfucker! …you goddamn faggot! This throat was m-a-d-e for fuckin’, ya’ know that?? I’m gonna be hookin’ up with you a lot from now on, you hungry, little bitch! Suck that cock, yeah!”

Dazed and extremely lightheaded, very few of Justin’s words hit their intended target. As he forcibly yanked Kevin’s head up-and-down his perfect, meaty cock, the handsome, ex-Marine thrust his pelvis up into the young jock’s mouth, so much so, on his upward bucking, Justin’s full, round butt nearly left the car seat itself. Consequently, Kevin’s hands—once alongside the young cop’s naked buttocks—now slipped under Justin’s hard mounds of muscle, making it appear to any passerby as if the frat bro craved such a face-fucking—like he was hanging on to the cop’s big, hard ass. What’s more, (not that Kevin was actually cognizant of it, considering he was close to unconscious) his handsome face—the face he used to seduce so many young sorority babes—now pressed flat in the dense, auburn bush of another man’s pubes with each downward plunge. An evening, that had held out such promise of sexual gratification for the 19-year-old, had been turned 180-degrees on its head, but, for his ability to quickly ‘read’ people, Justin guessed that, had it not been for his presence, it would have been the seemingly nice, blonde boy, Jon, who was nearing the point of blacking-out at the hands of Kevin … which, in fact, would have been the case.

“Look at you grabbin’ my butt! You are fuckin’ HOT for this! Aren’t ya’, bitch?? You’re a real, fuckin’ cockhound here! Y-e-a-h… Oh, f-u-c-k… Yeah, that’s it… Milk that fuckin’ cock, ya’ goddamn faggot!” Kevin’s head bounced against its will up-and-down rapidly in the policeman’s lap, as darkness encroached on his consciousness. “Oh, d-u-d-e, you have NO IDEA how g-o-o-d your fuckin’ throat feels!!”

Inside the only mildly warm patrol car, with his fingers woven tight in Kevin’s long, soft hair, Justin’s scrotum pulled up tight against the base of his great phallus, making the young cop fully aware his time with this handsome jock was quickly nearing an end. Pulling his meat from Kevin’s throat with one hand while bending the young man’s head back with the other, Justin began jacking his nine-inch slugger in Kevin’s coughing, gasping face. Justin’s head rolled side-to-side against the top the back of the seat—face-up, with eyes closed—while his hand pumped furiously, nearing that point of no return.

Gasping for air and coughing, Kevin was unaware of his fate—a fate he’d himself forced upon a few babes—when a loud, higher-pitched groan echoed through the cool car and the first of many large, hot blasts of thick, white cum hit Kevin’s handsome face. With his mouth open wide, three either splatted against his teeth, skidded across his tongue, or—in the case of one—slammed into the back of his mouth, worsening the state of his already convulsing throat. Another hit the bridge of his nose, dripping into and burning his right eye, immediately throwing it out of commission, while still more plastered his flawless face in a thick, opaque goo, as the young cop continued his slowly diminishing moans of ecstasy.

With one hand clutching his throat and the other, the wrist of that hand, Kevin fought to get control of his breathing. His right eye burned as it never had before, and having never been on the receiving end of such a facial and feeling the warm goo sliding down the other side of his nose, the young jock was afraid to open his left, leaving him blind to the cop. Being vain about his looks and otherwise straight, Kevin was disgusted and sickened, feeling another dude’s scum covering his cheeks and upper lip, while a small dollop slowly dripped down the left side of his neck.

Unable to open his eyes to prevent further insult, Kevin felt the warm, fleshy cockhead bump against his nostrils, painting them with its seed and adding further humiliation to his already deflated ego. Then, the heavy meat began slapping his cheeks, smearing the slime around his face and across his forehead, marking him as another man’s (or so Kevin felt), taking even more ‘fight’ from the once-proud jock. Still clutching his aching, burning throat, Kevin tried his last defense, yelling, only to discover he had no voice, and this additional inability to defend himself—on top of all his other failures that night—nearly broke the rich 19-year-old, bringing him very close to tears. So, when the final humiliation was delivered—when Justin ordered the young, straight jock to clean his cock—Kevin lost it, sobbing around the cop’s big meat, stuffed inside his mouth.

Doing a piss-poor job at clean-up, Justin yanked his cock from the broken jock’s mouth. He was angry, though unable to put his finger on a good reason. Justin couldn’t decide whether he was mad that Kevin’s ‘limit’ was something so seemingly little as being face-fucked or whether he was embarrassed he’d actually pushed the kid over the edge. Regardless, Justin had wasted enough time with the spoiled jock: he had to get to the hospital now.

As the 23-year-old rookie opened his door, intending to get his uniform from the front seat, Kevin began retching. “Oh, no, you don’t!!!! Not in my car!!” Justin yelled. Grabbing the big jock under the arms, he pulled Kevin from the backseat into the street, where, standing behind the boy—both men naked in the single-digit cold—Justin held the young stud up while he puked the large quantity of vodka he’d drank earlier that night.

As the heaving subsided, Justin walked Kevin to the other side of the car and into the snow-covered front lawn of the PIKE house, letting him drop to his knees in the freezing cold. “If you think you’re getting back into that car like that, with puke down the front of you, you’ve got another think coming. You can get dressed out here. You’re lucky the house sits so far back from the street, though I’m sure you’d come up with some lie to cover your ass …literally. Use the fucking snow to wipe that shit off you, while I go get your clothes.”

Naked and freezing himself, Justin ran back to the patrol car, grabbing Kevin’s clothes from the backseat, while the other stood weakly to his feet, wiping his hands and chest with snow. The former Marine—trained to survive in nearly all circumstances—returned with Kevin’s coat, shoes, and clothes, setting them down on the frozen snow.

“Put that coat on, then just put your jeans and shoes. Forget the rest: you can carry it to the house. Are your keys in your pocket?” Justin asked, pointing at the jeans on the pile. Kevin bent down to check and, finding them as well as his cell, nodded in the affirmative, still unable to speak. “Good. Go around to the back of the house. There’s probably a space just inside where you can put on the rest before anyone catches you. Am I right?” he emphasized, trying to get through to Kevin, who stood in shock, shivering in the cold. The greatly diminished stud, stared blankly, nodding slowly. “Okay, I’ve gotta go now. Good luck.”

Justin raced back to the car, grabbed his shoes from the back, and climbed into the front passenger seat, where he began dressing quickly. It was nearly 3 a.m. Under a moonless sky, the three-story, Greek revival PIKE house loomed in the shadows many yards away over a plain of frozen, white snow and great, arching, leafless trees and bushes. As he stood, putting on his coat, Justin watched, as Kevin ran through the foot-high snow half-dressed, carrying the remainder of his clothes bundled under his arm. The young cop stood frozen in time, watching as the image of the frat boy grew smaller in the distance and slipped into the even darker shadows at the side of the tall mansion, heading for its back entrance.

Dressed, Justin walked around to the driver’s door, wondering whether he should have terrorized the kid or, for that matter, taken advantage of the blonde one. It was Gavin and the others who’d approached him, wanting his cock. Who had he been, taking it upon himself to teach the prick a lesson? What the fuck was he thinking, with a pregnant wife in the hospital?

Putting the car in gear, Justin reflected on his relationship with the handsome, blonde Gavin—so prominent in his mind, of late. Though now in Afghanistan, having been redeployed a few months ago, Justin wondered how his bro could possibly look his wife in the face, knowing he’d so willingly and frequently ridden his great cock, those dark nights behind the ammo shed on the base in Iraq. Whatever. Justin needed hard, man-on-man sex, and ‘Those boys…’, he thought, ‘Those boys have the same hot bodies as my boy, Gav…’

End – Chapter 13