Buck, the motorcycle cop from across the street stands silently in our kitchen with his hands cuffed behind his back. His son Daniel did the deed, under my direction.
Daniel stands in front of his Dad, one hand on his shoulder in a protective stance. Daniel is wearing the custom-made motorcycle cop uniform and the tall black ball-laced Dehner patrol boots provided by his Dad.
Buck, the former Marine Sergeant turned cop is wearing his Marine Corps Cammie uniform and black combat boots I ordered him to show up in tonight. He looks damn hot standing there with his hands cuffed behind his back. The black metal chevrons on each collar and the sergeant stripes on both blouse sleeve speaks of his rank.
My Dad, Stuart Holden a fucking high powered and highly paid attorney who happens to be a Captain in the Army Reserve, 311 SUSTAINMENT COMMAND (EXPEDITIONARY) is a pretty damned hot shit man. In his digital desert Camo uniform and those fucking hot black combat boots he’s wearing tonight keep my balls in an uproar.
I can’t look at him without wanting to jump his bones and do the deed. Just the way it is since I looked in the mirror a few days ago and for the first time understood who I really am. I still want to pursue pussy and take what I can get, I love a tight snatch. Maybe I’m bi? I don’t know, never cared for labels.
Perhaps I am bi, but that side of me yearns to take control of another man, capture and bend him to my will. If he’s a straight dude, all the better because I prefer straight prey. I love the pursuit and capture part of my personality, and I’m beginning to feed it.
Actually, I’ve had my eye on Daniel, my pal from Hitchcock High for some time. He’s the center for our football team, The Blue Devils. I’ve got his ass under my thumb now and he’s not taking it very well, but I don’t give a flying fuck. With my video of him sucking his Dad’s cock, he’ll do anything I tell him to do.
“Dad” I say as I walk over to where he’s sitting and put my hand on his shoulder. “What do you think of my fresh catch?”
“Damn good haul.”
Buck and Daniel are remaining mute just looking at each other. They know that I haven’t given either of them permission to speak and know if they do speak out of turn that I’ll be all over their asses.
“Come here Daniel.” I say to him, crooking my index finger in a display of superiority summoning him to me like a child who has just misbehaved.
He walks over to me, where I’m half sitting with my ass on the kitchen table next to my Dad. I’m still wearing my tight Wrangler jeans, t-shirt and my brown Tony Lama cowboy boots. He has sort of a crooked smile on his face, the same one I’ve seen him give to a worshiping cheer leader after a Friday night game.
“Think your hot shit in that uniform don’t cha?”
“WIPE THAT STUPID SMILE OFFA YOUR FACE SHITHEAD!” I yell into his face like any DI would do to a recruit in basic training.
He loses the smile from his face as his brows knit together, bowing is head saying softly:
“No Sir – I don’t think that.”
“The fuck you don’t motherfucker – think you are some kind of Greek God at school don’t cha?”
“No Sir – girls just treat me that way, that’s just what they do.”
“Well fucker… I’m about to knock you offa Mount Olympus!”
“Sir?”
“GET DOWN ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES – NOW!”
He hesitates for a split second, and it’s long enough to anger me. I stand quickly and knee him in his groin causing him to buckle down to his knees and grab his crotch.
Buck, takes three steps toward me and my Dad catches him by his throat and pushes him back to the other side of the table where he was standing saying in his customary calmness.
“Settle down and watch the show Sergeant – it’s just beginning.”
I can see the tension in Buck’s body and alarm on his face watching his son being man handled by me.
“Stay down on your knees fucker and kiss the boots that are getting ready to kick your ass all around this room, and strangle you with this hog of mine.” I say, looking down on the top of his head.
“No, wait a minute, I got a better idea” I say turning to the Sergeant, “Sergeant get over here and kneel in front of your son.”
He walks over to his son and kneels facing Daniel, still has his hands cuffed behind his back. I stand next to him and unzip Daniel’s cop trousers and haul out his flaccid dick and hairy balls.
“Open your mouth and get this fucker hard! “I say, to Buck lifting Daniel’s thick fleshy boy pole and place the head on his father’s lips as Buck leans into his son and engulfs his awaking cock, closing his mouth and sucks it in, the hairy balls landing on his chin.
I look at my Dad and see that he’s giving his full attention to what’s going on next to the where he’s seated. His hard dick is out and his hand is wrapped around it sliding the foreskin back and forth over the swollen head, using his precum as lubrication.
“Way to go Captain – way to go!” I say to him.
I look over to Buck down on his knees, his mouth full of his son’s throbbing dick meat. I can see the head poking into his Buck’s cheeks making both sides distend from the furious pounding. He looks totally defeated and humiliated forced to eat his son’s pussy poker.
“Captain, you want some help there?” Nodding toward Buck as he slops over Daniel’s young man cock.
A big smile brightens up Dad’s handsome face as he swings around on the seat of his chair, holding his big military cock, his legs spread wide slowly fisting the shaft up and down.
“Hell yeah, send him over here – the Sergeant looks hungry for a real man’s dick and my nuts are loaded and ready to fire.”
I instruct Buck: “You heard the man Sarge get between the Captain’s legs and start gobbling!”
Buck goes slowly over to my Dad’s spread legs as fast as he can on his knees.
Dad uses the fingers of both hands to push down his hard piece aiming it at Buck’s mouth. Buck opens his mouth wide, accepts the round plumpness of it and starts sucking.
Dad leans back relaxing as he places both of his hands-on top of Buck’s lazily moving head. From my vantage point Buck seems to be savoring the cock he has his lips fastened tightly around, seemingly enjoying the firmness of my Dad’s hard piece.
I say, “That’s right cocksucker, slobber over a real man’s baby maker – if you’re lucky tonight you might get a warm mouthful of the Dad seed that created me, so eat him up.”
Daniel stands by quietly watching his Dad service my Dad’s cock.
The look spreading over Daniel’s face looks like shame mixed with envy. There is a smirk on his lips as he moves his head up and down admitting to himself the truth of the action taking place in front of him. His own cop Dad is down on his knees sucking another man’s wet dick.
I’m guessing Daniel might be thinking to himself: Maybe he could get Buck drunk and defenseless, rope him up and take control. And that it could have all sorts of advantages and pay offs -- Owning his Dad’s cop ass.
That thought is causing Daniel’s meat, that was hanging flaccid to now begin to grow and fill with blood becoming firm as it straightens out hard. He’s standing watching his Dad suck another dudes dick. His dick in hand is pointing at the back of his Dad’s head. A drop of precum appears on the crown. The piss slit starting to ooze out a long string of transparent dick drool.
My Dad is really giving Buck’s throat a deep pounding. His hands are holding onto Buck’s ears, alternating from the ears to holding his head firmly in both palms.
“Come on you cock sucking Marine grunt get used to this fucker of mine owning your throat.”
Buck is grunting and moaning, pulling off occasionally dropping his mouth to Dad’s hairy nut sack. Sucking in one then the other. Soaking them in his slobber.
“Get back on my dick and offa my balls, that ain’t the way to get a mouth full of this soldiers cum, you gotta work the head!” Dad says commanding his cocksucker and pulling his mouth away from his scrotum and back to his dick.
I walk back over to Daniel, crook an arm around his neck and pull him over to one of the kitchen chairs, I sit down and spread my legs wide. Then, with my hands on his shoulders. Push him to his knees.
“Get my dick out asshole – I gotta take a leak!” I say to him.
“What Sir?”
“You heard me ass wipe, get my dick out and put the head in your mouth – I gotta go and you look thirsty.”
“I can’t do that Sir.”
“Oh, hell yes you can and you will. Remember how you pissed in my Dad’s mouth? Well, the roles are reversed – you are not the pisser, you’re the piss drinker!”
“Sir, I can’t do that – PLEASE don’t make me do that.” He’s pleading on his knees looking up at me like a lost boy dressed up playing cop.
I’ve been filling up on water for the past three hours and my tank is full to the brim and ready for some relief.
“You want to take another quick look at the vid with you sucking your Dad’s dick – well, I got it right here, no prob bro, and it can hit the web it in a heartbeat, so, what’s the verdict, vid or piss?”
“Piss, I guess Sir.”
“Good, unzip me and haul my pisser out, lay the head on top of your tongue and wait for the first drop, then get ready to drink me down -- you spill one drop and the vid goes citywide. You got that?”
“Yes Sir, I got it.”
Buck still has my Dad’s cock in his mouth and is looking sideways at his son getting ready to drink my piss. My Dad is looking in this direction also, still enjoying his thick cock inside of Buck’s warm mouth.
Daniel, reaches up and unzips my Wrangler jeans, finds my cock which is in a relaxed state as he takes it out and examines it, skins back the foreskin slowly revealing my big helmet head. Uses his fingers to remove a tiny speck of white cotton. Brushes the piss slit with the side of his thumb and lowers his face to my crotch and looks up at me like he’s asking permission.
“Go ahead and put the head on top of your tongue – yeah, that’s right.” I say landing both palms on the back of his head, scooting forward a little.
I relax and let the moment seize me as I release a drop of my piss on his tongue, then another and another then allow a steady stream of warm piss to flood into his mouth. I can hear him gulping, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows down my almost clear offering down his gullet.
His eyebrows are up and his forehead is wrinkled as my warm piss fills his belly and he continues to drink without spilling a single drop until he empties my bladder completely.
Both my Dad and Buck are transfixed.
“OH, FUCK GODMAMN MOTHER FUCKER EAT MY CUM, AHHHHHHHHH – HERE IT COMES – SHITTTTTTT!”
Dad is holding tight onto Buck’s head for dear life pulling him even tighter into his crotch, firing huge bullet after bullet of his seed into Buck’s empty mouth. He is not swallowing Dad’s cum but seems to be enjoying the sharp metallic taste, holding it in his mouth.
I wipe my dick head across Daniel’s lips cleaning up the dribbles peeking out of my piss slit, then stuff my soft cock back into my Wranglers, zip up and stand. Daniel is still down on his knees with dick in hand.
“Take your fucking hand offa that dick and zip up – I’ll tell you when you can handle it - stand-up!”
“Yes Sir.” He says jumping to my command.
Dad buttons up his Camo trousers, stands and puts his hands under Buck’s pits and helps him stand up. Turns him around and uses the handcuff key that I just handed to him and releases the cuff from Buck’s wrists.
Dad, pulls Buck into a tight embrace and begins a lengthy kiss, devouring the Sergeant’s mouth, tasting the residue of his own cum. He’s smiling as he steps back looking Buck over head to toe.
Daniel, is eyeing me. I’m watching his dick come to life, snaking down his trouser leg. He’s going commando so the outline is evident, especially his big head.
I go over to Dad and say, “What’s gonna happen on the home front when I go away to college in this fall?”
“Well, son, I still have Buck and I still that video tape – what do think is going to happen?”
