[revised and rewritten]
The Conductor
Steve Conrad leaned against the wall of the train’s cramped bathroom, trying not to vomit. His reflection in the cracked mirror offered little comfort: tousled sandy blond hair, penetrating blue eyes, and a strong jawline flecked with stubble that somehow still managed to look good. Even in his hungover state, his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and long legs were still enviable, a prominent package easily visible, all wrapped in tight faded jeans.
The night before was an absolute blur—complete with more kegs than could be counted, sexy girls, and a whole lot of poor decisions. It was excess. It was wild. It was what frat legends are made of. Steve, the pride of the college’s track team, had flaunted his big-man-on-campus status, his killer smile, and that charm he was known for that had gotten him past bouncers, police officers and more than his share of angry boyfriends. He was that good. His final dollar had gone toward a condom he wasn’t even able to use. He’d passed out.
Now, as the morning sun crept through the train windows, He felt like shit and had no ticket and no cash. Normally, he’d bank on the old conductor, Maurice, always giving him a pass with a wink. But Maurice was MIA, and in his place was Captain Michael Christopher—a six-foot-three slab of military precision in a tight navy uniform, muscles making his shirt and pants look like they were a size too small, with an almost obscene bulge indicating that size was not one of his insecurities. The conductor was in his early forties, African American, with cropped salt-and-pepper hair, a square jaw, and dark, serious eyes that looked like they took no bullshit.
Steve had caught a glimpse of Christopher inspecting tickets two cars back and knew he was in trouble. He’d already moved twice, finally barricading himself in the bathroom as a last-ditch effort. He had always believed he could charm his way out of anything—but something about the man moving steadily down the aisle told him this time would be different.
A loud, firm Bang! Bang! Bang! on the door made him jump.
“This is the conductor. Open the goddamn door.”
The voice carried authority even through the metal. Steve froze, hand hovering over the latch. “Uh… one second, sir. I’m, uh—sick. Stomach flu. Real bad.”
“Drop your dick, kid, and open this fucking door. Now!”
Slowly, Steve unbolted the lock and cracked the door open. Outside Christopher filled the frame like a wall—arms folded, posture unmovable, eyes steady enough to make Steve feel seen straight through. His gaze betrayed him, flicking downward before he could stop it. Heat crept into his face. He straightened quickly, hoping it hadn’t been obvious.
“You got a ticket?” Christopher smirked, noticing Steve’s glance downward, tone almost light.
Steve’s throat went dry. He said nothing.
Christopher tilted his head; mock sympathy settled over his features.
“Ohhh… I see. You don’t.” The softness vanished a second later. “You’ve been sneaking from car to car, haven’t you, son?”
The words landed harder than the shouting had.
“I just… spent my last dollar last night, sir.”
“You thought you could break the rules and not get caught, didn’t you?
Steve forced a laugh that came out thinner than he meant it to. “Okay, look, I know this looks bad. I usually ride with Maurice—he knows me, he always lets me—”
“Maurice retired.” Christopher cutting him off, but the space between them still felt smaller. “Now you’ve got me. And I don’t hand out free rides to freeloading, rich, white boys.”
Steve felt heat climb his neck. “I just… ran out of money, sir."
Without warning, Christopher seized him by the arm and hoisted him – effortlessly – up and over his shoulder, fireman-style, striding down the narrow aisle to his office, two cars away. He smiled to himself as he could feel Steve’s growing erection on his shoulder.
At the office door, Christopher dropped the smaller man into a chair. “Sit, you little shit.” he ordered. He went behind his desk; his eyes locked on the one he’d singled out. He didn’t speak—just stared, that same hard look that Steve had seen since their first encounter, now sharpened by a thin, curling smile.
“Sir, I’m really sorry,” Steve blurted. “Just let me off at the next stop—I won’t cause you any more trouble.”
“Won’t cause me trouble. . .” Christopher’s smile widened. “Boy, you’ve been nothing but trouble since you stepped on my train.”
The conductor’s glare never wavered. Steve’s gaze sank to the floor.
“What… what are you going to do with me?”
“Oh, I’ve got options,” Christopher explained, leaning forward as though sharing a secret. “I could share you with the police in Pine Bluff. . .let them use your little white ass for the weekend.” He watched the blood drain from Steve’s face, then added, “Or. . .” He let the word hang, twisting the silence.
“Please,” Steve pleaded. “Don’t turn me over to the police. My dad will – “
“Kill you?” Christopher finished for him. “Might save me the trouble.”
Steve’s voice was barely a whisper, “Maurice was my friend. Yeah, he was… cool.”
“Well, now you have me—and I’m not cool.”
“I didn’t mean any harm. Can’t we work something out?”
Christopher just stared, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “Turn around in a circle.”
Steve tentatively did what he was told.
“Well, you do have a fine, little ass for a white boy.”
Steve just looked at him with a terrified look on his face.
“You ever been fucked?”
“No, sir. I’m not gay. I’m not.”
“Well, that’s good. You’ll be tighter. Boy pussy virgins are a specialty of mine.”
Steve blanched and said nothing.
Then, slowly, Christopher leaned back in his chair. “I’ve got a question for you—and I want you to think very carefully before you answer.”
Steve didn’t move.
“What happens to little boys when they’re bad?”
“I’m… not sure what you mean.”
“Oh, I think you do.” Christopher’s voice softened, almost playful. “When I was your age, my daddy made sure I learned my lessons. He’d send me out to find the biggest switch I could carry… then stripe my backside until it was hot and red.”
“My parents never spanked me…”
Christopher’s eyes gleamed. “Well, maybe that explains why you’ve been such a bad, bad boy today.” He let the words sink in, then added softly, “Maybe a little discipline back then would’ve made you a better boy now.”
“Please, sir—don’t hurt me.”
Christopher rose, his movements slow and deliberate, as if giving Steve time to imagine what was coming. “Hurt you? No, son. I’m going to help you.” His eyes glinted as he crossed the room. “Help you remember your place.”
From the wall, he took down a heavy wooden paddle, balanced it lazily in his hand. “See, you’ve got two choices – face your parents and the boys in Pine Bluff. . .or face me.”
Steve, paralyzed, just nodded his head.
The smile that spread across the conductor’s face was pure satisfaction. “Either way. . .you’ll never forget this ride.”
He came around the desk, grabbed Steve’s arm, and yanked him up. The panicked boy’s knees wobbled, but Christopher didn’t give him time to think. With practiced ease, he sat and pulled Steve over his knee, the paddle’s smooth surface resting lightly against the smaller man’s side – just long enough for him to feel its weight before the first blow.
The paddle came down the first time and there was a big Smack. Steve jerked and tried to get up from Christopher’s thick thighs, but he held him too tightly for him to get away.
The second smack was even louder. He cried out louder this time. Christopher pushed his ass down on his lap and laughed. “Do you like this, boy?”
Steve said nothing.
Christopher just kept laughing. “Well, your dick sure says you do.”
The third hit came and then the fourth quickly after. Steve bellowed each time. Christopher stopped and rubbed his butt through his jeans, soothing the sting, pushed him back and forth across his lap.
Steve tried so hard not to moan but he couldn’t hold it in. Another slap. Another scream. Another moan. Christopher raised the paddle and started to swing it down but stopped suddenly.
Steve, preparing for the blow, arched his ass and pushed it against the conductor’s lap. Christopher started pushing Steve’s backside, rubbing his cock back and forth.
“Go ahead, little bitch. You know you want to.”
Steve couldn’t help it and started rubbing the front of his pants against Christpher’s thighs. He started slowly but quickly increasing the thrusting until he cried out. As he exploded, red-face and clearly embarrassed, He lay there panting.
“Damn, Stevie. Seems like our little boy made a mess. Get your ass up. Looks like this wasn’t punishment at all.”
Steve slowly stood and had a huge wet spot on the front of his pants, which he tried to hide.
“Now get out of those pants and let me see your little white ass.”
Steve’s throat went dry, and a knot tightened in his stomach. “Please sir, I’m begging you.”
“The boys in Pine Bluff are waiting. It’s up to you.”
He froze, clutching the waistband of his jeans.
Christopher’s eyes were on him, waiting, expectant. “Your goddamn jeans are so tight …it’s like you’re begging to get fucked.”
Steve knew there was no way to escape so he tentatively unbuttoned the snap of his jeans and started peeling the skin-tight denim to his knees.
“All the way, pussy boy,”
He sat down to untie his gym shoes and pulled his jeans the rest of the way down.
“Well, now what do we have here?” Christopher laughed. “Do you have wood again?”
Steve cupped both hands to try to cover up his crotch. He couldn’t help it. His cock was so hard it hurt. There was a severe tent in his underwear.
Christopher chuckled low in his throat, leaning in until his breath warmed the kid’s ear. “Virgin, my ass. The way you’re acting, you’re every inch a little whore.”
A shiver ripped through Steve, part panic, part something he didn’t want to name. His pulse thundered in his ears, each beat making him painfully aware of how close the immense man was, how his voice seemed to sink beneath his skin.
“You’ve got a pretty big dick for a white boy,” Christopher commented.
“And it’s pretty stiff for someone who tells me they’re not a homo.”
The conductor motioned to Steve to get the rest of his clothes off. Under his steady gaze, he pushed down his underwear and stepped out of them. He tried to cover his crotch with his hands, pressing down on his erection to hide it.
“Move your fucking hands. Throw that underwear over here.” Christopher caught them with one hand, pulling them up to his nose.
“Damn boy, you’ve made a terrible mess. Wet, wet pussy, is it?”
Steve slowly let his hands slide to his sides. He looked at the floor, but then he slowly lifted his chin until his eyes met the hard, unyielding lines of Christopher’s body. He let his gaze travel upward: over the broad plain of the man’s chest beneath the crisp uniform shirt, across the sharp cut of his shoulders, along the strong column of his neck. When his gaze finally locked with the larger man, the air between them felt charged.
“Looks as if little Stevie likes what he sees. Is that true?”
Steve gulped and nodded.
“You like that big black dick, don’t you, pulsing in my pants?”
Steve just stares at the colossal, erect member.
“You like cock, don’t you, boy?
Steve’s jaw clenched hard enough to ache, but the fight was already draining out of him.
“You can touch it if you want. Don’t be scared. I bet you’ve never seen a dick this big.”
Steve’s breathing shifted, slowing just enough to betray him. The subtle surrender was met with a slow, satisfied curl of Christopher’s smile, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.
“You can take it out if you want to…go ahead…I know you want to.”
The burn of embarrassment lingered, but his resistance had dissolved. His shoulders slackened, and before he could stop himself, Steve unzipped Christopher, reached deep into his pants and pulled out his cock. He stared at it. Touched it, amazed at its size and girth.
“It’s so big and hard, sir.” Steve pulled it down and it popped back up and slapped the conductor’s shirt.
He kept playing with Christopher’s cock as it got bigger and harder. His fingers slid into the precum leaking out the slit at the top and lifted his finger to his mouth.
“Tastes sweet, doesn’t it, Stevie? It’s all for you.”
Steve continued sucking his finger, licking it to get every drop of cum.
“You want to suck it, baby?” purred Christopher.
The nearness to the older man brought a dizzy rush of heat, leaving him trapped in the worst truth of all: he wanted this, and the conductor knew it.
“I thought you might, Stevie.”
The subtle surrender was met with a slow, satisfied curl of Christopher’s smile, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. Steve goes slowly down on his knees, still holding the enormous rod.
“Put it in your mouth, baby…boys like you always love my big black dick.”
He tentatively licks the head of the conductor’s pole, tasting the precum, and eating it. He devoured the base and then moved his tongue back to the head and started slowly sucking.
“Fuck, baby, now that’s what I’m talking about. You’re a perfect little cock sucker, aren’t you?
Steve slurped and sucked and licked the huge rod. Christopher grabbed the back of the kid’s head and shoved his knob down Steve’s throat, fucking his face.
“You better get this long, fat dick as slick as you can, Stevie. The wetter the better when this big old thing breaks through that tight hole of yours.”
Steve gagged with spit dripping out of both sides of his mouth as he tried to get more of the head inside. Christopher pulled his balls out of his zipper letting them lay there, hanging out of his pants.
“Well, now, buttercup, these balls aren’t going to suck themselves.”
Steve smelled and tongued the huge orbs that were hanging below that enormous meat and sucked one into his mouth. Sucked. Licked. Tasted. One, then the other.
“That’s right, Stevie, suck those balls. Daddy loves it when his boy sucks on his balls.”
Steve increased his pressure and slurped louder, one after the other.
The older man suddenly picked Steve up, lifted him over his head - pulling his ass directly down on top of his face. Holding him tightly, he licked the taint under Steve’s balls and then slurped up to his asshole. He cried out in ecstasy. It was funky. It was hairy. To the conductor, it smelled like heaven. He stuck his tongue into the boy’s big pucker.
“Oh, God! Fuck!” screamed Steve.
Christopher licked on the boy’s cunt more aggressively, sucked on the sphincter and tried to get his tongue up inside his ass.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, Sir, that feels so fucking good! Please don’t stop!“
As suddenly as he lifted Steve up for his rimming, he lowered his body, brought him down and placed him in his lap. Christopher gave him a big slap on his upraised ass. He cried out. But then the conductor started rubbing his red ass. Soothing him. Spitting in the crevice. Touching his hole and rubbing all around it.
“I bet your little butt is starting to itch too, isn’t it? Christopher whispered, the words brushing warm against Steve’s lips. “Be a good boy and don’t fight it.”
Shame burned through him, but his body betrayed him as before – Steve gets out of Cristopher’s lap and stands before him, dancing on two feet like a little boy whose butthole itches.
“Climb up on that desk, princess, and show the Captain where it itches.”
A slow shiver worked its way down Steve’s spine. He slowly moved to the desk, pulled his legs into the air and opened his hole for the man in charge.
With a slow satisfied smile, Christopher teased, “Look at your pretty pussy…open that hole for the Captain…show him where you are going to take every inch of this cock,” shaking the huge pole at Steve.
He knew what the conductor wanted - felt it in the way the man’s gaze held him. He nodded his head. He wanted it. too. He couldn’t help it.
“Lick your dirty little fingers, princess. And open up that cunt for me.”
Staring at Christopher with an intensity he’d never shown, he put two fingers in his mouth and sucked them hard, spit-slick and glistening. He then shoved both into his hole and started fucking himself. He lost himself in it now, not caring how he looked or sounded—crying out like an animal in ecstasy.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell the Captain what you need.” crooned Christopher.
“Please.” whispered Steve slowly fucking himself on his fingers.
“Please what?” the conductor said firmly.
“Please fuck me,” he snarled, as he adds a finger and tries to go deeper.
“What do you want me to fuck you with?” Christopher demanded.
“Sir, I want you to fuck me with your big black dick,”
Steve fucks himself faster, not worrying how much of a whore he’s becoming. Christopher had one last question. “And do what, baby?”
“Fill my white ass with your cum,” panted Steve.
“Listen at your nasty mouth, baby. Looks like my little buttercup sure does like to talk dirty.”
Christopher leaned back in his chair, letting his huge balls and dick rise in the air, massive and hard as steel.
Steve gets up and slowly walked over and stood in front of Christopher. He turned around and bent over, grabbed his ankles, presenting the older man with his ass. He spit in it and rubbed it all around Steve’s asshole.
Christopher took him and lifted again, turned him away, and moved him into position with his ass. He slowly lowered him onto the monster and stops.
“Oh, sir, it so big. I don’t think I can take it.”
“Shhhh, Shhhh, baby. Do it for me, my little butt boy.”
Steve whimpered and Christopher held him steady, very slowly lowering him. When the colossal head finally broke through the tight ring, Steve cried out. Christopher held the smaller man tightly then slowly gave him every little bit of that enormous stick until Steve was sitting with his ass on pubes, filled to the brim.
“Oh, sir! You feel so fucking amazing inside me!” Steve shouted as the pain became pleasure, moving his ass from side to side, riding the cock.
“Tell me how good that feels, being full of my cock!”
Steve lifted himself up a little bit and then pushed back down as an answer.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck yourself on my pole.”
Steve lifted just a little higher and then pushed down deep, crying out in ecstasy.
“Suck my rod with your ass again, baby! Milk it! Make that big fat stick cream!
Raising up one leg, Steve opened himself up all the more and suddenly the huge shaft touched his prostrate and he lost it, crashing down into Christopher’s lap.
“Oh, Sir!” Steve moaned. “Your cock is so thick!”
Christopher snarled, “That hole is so sweet, Stevie. Show me how much you love my big black dick.”
Christopher couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, keeping Steve impaled on his cock, and pushed him over the seat of the chair so he could take control. He grabbed Steve’s hips from behind, threw him onto his back on the desk, pulled his asshole to the edge, pulling the phallus all the way out of Steve’s ass and plowed it down as deep as it would go. Again and again.
“Oh, yeah, Sir! Fuck me...” Steve moaned. “Deeper, Sir…deeper.”
Christopher’s movement got faster, keeping up that true balls-deep dive. He wasn’t going to be able to keep thrusting very much longer.
Steve cried out. “I’m cumming, sir! I’m……”
Spurt after spurt of white hot cum cascaded all over Steve’s chest and neck – the last pop of his orgasm hit him squarely in the face. He had never cum so hard in his life.
Christopher roared “I’m breeding that hole, you little fucker!”
He discharged deep in Steve’s ass and lay there panting. His big cock started to soften inside the intensely fucked hole.
“Did you like it, baby?”
“Oh, yes, sir. It was amazing.”
“You’re the perfect little slut. I shot a lot of cum in your boy pussy, baby”
Christopher pulled his cock out suddenly. Big dollops of his sperm dripped from Steve’s ravaged asshole, falling onto the floor
Christopher put his cock back into his pants and straightened his uniform.
“Now clean up this mess and get your ass out of my office.”
Steve just laid on the desk, panting.
“And don’t let me find you on my train again without a ticket,” Christopher growled with a wicked smile, leaving Josh alone in the office.
Steve grinned too. In his head, he was already planning his train trip home for Christmas break in a few weeks.
The Police Officers
The afternoon air outside the train station was sharp and crisp. A squad car idled at the curb, its hood gleaming beneath the sun, lights pulsing silently without a siren. Leaning against it were three young Pine Bluff police officers — two African American, one Latino — a sight that made passersby look twice. It wasn’t just the badges or sidearms, but the striking presence they projected. Each hotter than the next, drawing the eyes of everyone who passed along the sidewalk. No one could help it. They were breathtaking.
The tallest of the three, broad-shouldered and steady, stood a little apart from the others, his arms crossed as he scanned the station doors. His jawline was sharp, his uniform crisp, and the way he held himself made it clear he was the senior of the group — not much older, but enough that the younger two instinctively deferred to him calling him “Chief”.
Even in uniform, his physique was impossible to miss. His pants showed the outline of a member that clearly had given a lot of pleasure. The fabric across his chest stretched faintly when he breathed, and the seams on his shoulders looked as if they were doing their best to keep everything contained.
Beside him, the Latino officer shifted his weight on the hood of the cruiser, resting an elbow on the flashing light bar. Lenny. He had an easy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, the kind of expression that could dissolve tension — or mask it, if the situation called for it.
His posture was relaxed, his bubble butt stretched tautly across the seat of his pants, but his eyes never left the flow of passengers spilling from the arriving train. His sleeves hugged his upper arms in a way that made them seem almost sculpted, the fabric drawing tight around the curve of his biceps, as his arms flexed on the flashing light bar.
The third officer was African American, and he leaned with one boot braced against the fender, his uniform pants, showing off his former-football-playing frame. Mickey. The trousers were stiff and pressed but couldn’t quite disguise the thickness of his thighs or the large bulge kept at bay by the zipper. Each step carried a deliberate weight, the fabric stretching slightly to show off his ass in the back and cock in the front. His gaze was focused, steady, betraying a sharpness beneath the calm exterior.
Together they formed a picture of readiness and control, arms folded, presence commanding. For anyone stepping off the train, the three officers at the curb were impossible to miss — a wall of authority framed by flashing lights in the bright afternoon sun. The three exuded strength, sex and power; a cocky certainty that only comes in those men who know they have huge instruments for giving satisfaction.
And in that moment, as the crowd of travelers thinned, they were all watching for one young face. Then they saw him. He was exactly as their friend, the conductor of the train, Michael Christoher, had described: a tall, luscious white boy with sandy blond hair, fuck-me blue eyes, and tight as hell jeans that held a sweet little ass just asking to be fucked. And Christopher assured them he was ready for another round; Not one of them ever turned down sloppy seconds from a delicious white boy this pretty.
Steve adjusted the strap of his worn backpack as he joined the stream of passengers stepping down onto the platform He climbed the concrete steps to the Pine Bluff Station’s main exit, his sneakers squeaked faintly, for a moment, he glanced around looking for a taxi stand. Then he saw them.
Three officers stood by a Pine Bluff squad car at the curb, the afternoon light made their silver badges gleam. They didn’t move — just leaned, waited, watched.
Steve felt their eyes sweep across the crowd, and for a brief second, he could have convinced himself it wasn’t about him. But then the tall one shifted, crossed his arms, stared right at him. All three moved their gaze and zeroed in.
The officers didn’t close the distance; they let the silence work first. They made Steve come to them. An uncomfortable shuffle carried him forward, every step clipped short, his body betraying the pain he tried to hide. His ass ached with every step from the pounding he’d just received from Christopher.
As he walked toward them, all three officers smirked because they knew the reason for Steve’s unsteady walk. It was the tall one - the older of the trio - Chief - who finally spoke. “Stevie?” his voice was even, deep enough to cut through the noise of idling buses and screeching taxies. It wasn’t a question. It was confirmation.
Steve nodded, his throat dry. “Yeah… that’s me.”
“We’ve been expecting you,” said the Latino officer, Lenny, the one with the easy smile.
His tone carried a warmth that contrasted with the senior’s gravity, but his eyes stayed sharp, never leaving Steve’s face. He was only a little bit removed from smacking his lips.
The third officer, Mickey, leaned off the fender of the squad car, arms at his sides, gazing with intent. “Long ride?” he asked, his voice low, clipped.
Steve swallowed, his face turning red with embarrassment. “Yeah… long enough.”
“I’ll just bet it was!” said Chief, with a grin. The three exchanged a look — subtle, practiced, snickering between them.
“Alright,” Chief continued. “Why don’t you come with us.” He gestured toward the squad car, not unkindly, but with no room for misinterpretation.
“But I don’t understand,” Steve said starting to panic. And just like that, he realized his journey wasn’t ending at the train station. It was only continuing.
“Oh, but I think you do,” explained Chief. “You’ve been promised as a weekend treat by a very good friend.”
“But Mr. Christopher promised that if I did as he wanted, I’d be free to go,” whined Steve.
“Oh, you will be, princess, but just not until we’re finished with you,” explained Lenny.
Lenny and Mickey took Steve by the arms, taking him to the side of the squad car that faced the wall of the station, that couldn’t be seen from the street.
“And, Stevie, don’t tell me you don’t want a piece of this big snake in my pants. You’re almost salivating,” Mickey added, pretending to wipe drool from Steve’s mouth.
“Time to get out of those clothes, pretty boy,“ added Lenny.
Mickey chimed in, “It’ll be good for you. Getting some air on that ass will probably steady your walk a bit.”
They each took a step back from Steve and then Chief joined them, each watching intently as Steve started to take off his clothes. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, trying to step out of them but fell over into Lenny, who rubbed his ass as he helped Josh stand.
Lenny whistled, and teased, “Goddamn! That ass is calling my name.”
“You be a good boy, princess, and you can have these back when the party is over,” Chief explained, taking Steve’s clothes from him for safe keeping.
He slapped the naked ass once and then rubbed it gently. “Fuck, that boy cunt is nice,” he said.
Lenny opened the door of the squad car, putting a naked Steve with a very apparent hardon in the back seat, getting in after him. Mickey went around the car and got in on the other side.
“Dude, pretty big rod for a white guy,“ observed Mickey.
Steve turned red and said, “Thanks, I guess.“
After everyone got situated, Chief got behind the wheel, turned off the light bar and headed for the station.
Steve turned to Lenny, who is smiling broadly, and says meekly, “What’s going to happen to me?”
“Now, pretty boy, we just want to continue the party you’ve been having all day with our friend, Christopher. He had amazing things to say about your sweet ass, “ explained Mickey, pulling his formidable pecker out of his pants and putting Josh’s hand on it, pressing it up and down.
“He also said you loved his cock. Couldn’t get enough. Said you wanted more,“ said Lenny, also pulling his fat, long member out of his zipper. Steve grabbed a hold of it without being asked, holding on to both towering shafts.
“It’s a few minutes to the station,” said Chief. “Let’s encourage our guest to take a taste of all we have to offer.”
“Great idea, Chief!” says Mickey, pushing Josh down onto the floor of the back seat between his legs so the boy had better access. “Now lick my great big lollipop, princess!” Mickey held his huge, veiny uncircumcised cock, pulled the extra skin over the fat head, the tip gleaming with precum. He winked.
Steve, from the floor of the car, pressed his face into Mickey crotch and sniffed the funky aroma, sank his face into Mickey’s pubes. It was intoxicating. He held his tongue out just to taste the precum, and the soft skin at the head of Mickey’s tremendous knob.
Chief said, from the front seat, “You know, princess. I actually love white boys. I really do. We all do. Christopher knows we do. It’s something we all share in common.”
The sounds of slurps could be heard from the backseat as well as Mickey moaning “Oh, fuck” and “Suck it, bitch.”
“When I was two years out of high school,” Chief continued. “I got a summer job at a fancy summer camp for rich boys. It was all white kids. I was only about a year older. They were “troubled,” which is rich white for “fucked up.” Anyway, one of my jobs was discipline. I was supposed to punish anyone that was ‘bad’.
“At a certain time after dinner, all the naughty boys were to report to my cabin for their punishment. I’d make each one pull off their pants and underwear down to their ankles, then I’d put each one over my lap and whale on their white ass for about 10 hard spanks. They’d be crying and screaming, but the louder it got the more turned-on I would get.
“Hey, Mickey, don’t fucking hog Stevie’s mouth. Share, for fuck’s sake,”
Lenny grabbed Steve by the neck and pulling him to the floor underneath him, forcing his face down on his colossal pecker. Steve gagged but eventually worked his way down the shaft.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all the way down!” moaned Lenny.
“Shut the fuck up, back there, boys,” yelled Chief. “I’m telling a story.”
“Sorry!” Lenny and Mickey said together as Josh slurped and sucked Lenny’s dick.
“We’re listening.” Lenny added, “Fuck, this little slut can suck dick! Damn!”
“So….I’d get a big old hardon right away,” Chief continued. “The ass I was working on, would get a wonderful shade of red and then I’d start fingering his pussy. Their usually sizeable cocks would get hard. Then I’d stand up, tossing the dude off my lap on the floor in front of me and stand up over him. All I had to do was take my dick out and display it. This is the best part: every single fucker would look up at me and see the biggest blackest hardest dick they’d ever seen. Then they’d just automatically suck it. Really slurp and devour my cock and balls.”
“That was their job: to reward me for punishing them; to gobble my dick down their throats and take my load. Then they’d finish up by licking and sucking up all that jizz, being good and obedient.” finished Chief.
“Looks like we’re here,” said Lenny, pulling Steve off his dick. He opened the side door of the squad car, stepped out and threw their naked fuck toy over his shoulder and headed into the station house. He gave him a few hard slaps on his ass.
“Fuck me! Mickey was right. That’s a butt begging to be fucked.” he said over his shoulder to the others.
“It’s deserted,” said Lenny to Steve. “We’re the only ones here on the weekends. So, it won’t be so many, Stevie, for our party – just us three and that beautiful hole of yours.”
Lenny, with Steve over his shoulder, led everyone into the squad room, going through a swinging door. It was eerily quiet. Desks crowded the space in uneven rows. With a flat sweep of his arm, Lenny sent papers skittering to the floor, photos toppling face-down, stacks of files collapsing into a mess. All Lenny cared about was getting his hands on Steve’s ass as quickly as possible, laying him down on the now clean surface.
Meanwhile, Mickey and Chief followed the pair through the swinging door. Neither of the two younger officers had thought to put their cocks away, so they were standing there, with huge erections, wet from sucking, hanging out of their uniform pants.
“Time to get this party started,” shouted Mickey, looking at Lenny. “And Chief hasn’t even had a chance to even sample that slut’s mouth yet.”
Mickey takes Steve by the arm and pushed him down to his knees at Chief’s feet.
“Take my pants off and suck my dick, princess. Go on, do it!”
Like a programmed robot, Josh followed his orders, so nervous he shook, his cock softening as he stood. Steve unbuckled Chief’s pants and unzipped, pulling them down in one motion. He pushed them down to the floor and Chief stepped out of them.
“Wow, Chief, commando, damn!” shouts Lenny.
Seeing how scared Josh was, Chief was rubbing his back and tousling his hair. “It’s okay, son. Just relax. I know you’re going to do a good job on my big ole dick. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” Josh said assuredly.
Then Chief put the tip of his cock right to his lips. “Kiss it! Take care of Daddy’s dick for him, like a good little boy.”
Chief’s prick was enormous. As Steve worked away on it, trying to get more than the head in his mouth, he could feel Chief starting to finger his asshole.
“Relax, son. Daddy just wants to feel your cunt.”
Steve gagged a bit but took an inch or two more of Chief’s cock into the back of his throat.
“Did you boys feel the mouth of this, boy! Good Lord. It’s like a fucking vacuum.”
Chief pushed his finger deeper into Josh’s butthole. It felt like an electric current switched on, even to Steve’s fucked and battered ass. He had a mouth full of hefty dick, but still in a bit of shock at the girth and length of it.
“Hang on, princess,“ said Chief, who stopped touching him and disappeared for a moment.
Steve’s dick was so hard now it was dripping. Then Chief was back, and soon he was applying some thick lube to Steve’s asshole.
“There we go, baby.”
Chief placed his prick back at Josh’s lips, and he resumed sucking. Chief’s finger slid up Steve’s boy pussy again, easier this time because of the lube. He couldn’t help a groan of “Mmm” escaping his lips. “God, it felt good,” he thought.
“Listen at that little cock hound. Chief is making this little princess feel good in her pussy,” laughed Lenny “You like sucking that long rod, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.!” Steve mumbled slobbering over a mouthful of Chief’s stiff dick.
“I can tell, princess. You look good with that black prick in your mouth.” barked Mickey. “You may be a homo, but you sure as fuck suck dick better than any woman I’ve ever had.”
“He sure as fuck does!” said Lenny, out of his clothes now, watching the action, naked, stroking his massively thick organ.
“Fuck, yeah. I’ve never had a bitch suck it anywhere nearly as good,“ contributed Mickey, following suit, ripping off his clothes and stroking his towering, veiny schlong.
“Going to give a nice big daddy load soon, Stevie,” said Chief and suddenly grabbed Steve’s head with both hands and began fucking his face. He could still only take about a third of it.
“Fuck! Princess, your mouth feels so fucking good on my prick. Here it comes, Stevie! Going to shoot my load. Eat that cock! Take your Daddy’s big white load for him!”
His strong hands felt like a vice grip on Steve’s head, spit dripping out of both sides of his mouth and puddling on the floor. Fighting a strong gag reflex, Steve stayed focused, concentrating, the huge black dick in his mouth just exploded. Load after load of thick man jizz was being pumped into his mouth.
“Eat it, you little whore. Swallow that cream,” bellowed Chief, as so much cum spurted out of the head of his dick.
It was overflowing Steve’s mouth, as he tried to swallow as much of the delicious spunk as possible. Cum covered his face, chin and chest, some even puddling on the floor. Steve never stopped licking and sucking every last drop from Chief’s long, thick cock. Chief loosened his grip from around Josh’s head and patted his cheek, catching his breath. Steve continued licking and bathing the softening cock and his ample hairy balls.
“Thank you, princess. You did good. So, fucking good. You’re the best goddamn cocksucker I’ve ever had,” Chief said kindly but quietly commanding. “But, princess, Chief is going to need you to take care of Lenny and Mickey now. Look how fucking horny they are?”
Lenny and Mickey were stroking their impressive rods, each wetter than the other with precum and a look beyond lust in their eyes.
“Can you do that for ole Chief?” Steve just nodded, giving one last slurp of the Chief’s rod. “I promise you a big and meaty surprise in that pretty, little pussy of yours, if you do.”
Steve, breathing heavily, just fell back off Chief’s now soft member, his face covered in cum, spreading his legs, exposing his hole. Chief motioned for Lenny and Mickey to join him, and they took turns grabbing cum from off Josh’s body and the floor and started to use it to loosen and lube his chute. One finger. Two fingers.
“Oh, Fuck, that feels so good. So, fucking good.” moaned Steve.
Lenny and Mickey put in one finger at the same time, pulling outward stretching his hole. Lenny looked around and grabbed a nightstick from a nearby desk, covered it with lube and then proceeded to fuck him with it. In and out.
“Push it deeper,” hissed Steve. Lenny increased his pace. “One of you two has to fuck me! I need a cock!”
Lenny threw the club aside and Chief picked up Steve in his arms, putting him on all fours on the nearest desk. Lenny leaped up behind Steve on the desk, lining up his cock with his hole.
“Oh, pretty boy, I need that sweet, sweet snatch so bad!” as he impaled Steve on his meaty club in one big thrust.
“Oh, my God!” cried Steve. “So fucking big!”
Lenny grabbed onto Steve’s hips, holding on, and fucked his asshole with faster and faster pumping. All the way in. As deep as it will go. Then all the way out so just the head was still in and then a thrust all the way back into the warm, slick chute.
“Deeper! Deeper!” cried Steve.
“Fuck! Fuck! Take that cock!” yelled Lenny, slamming that iron rod into Josh’s hole. “Squeeze that cock with your ass, pussy boy!” Lenny throws himself on Josh’s back, climbing up, trying to go deeper.
Lenny screamed. “Fuck! Take it, you cunt! I’m going to shoot!” He grabbed Steve around his middle, almost hugging him, and shoved his cock as deep into his ass as he could.
Steve could feel the pulse of Lenny’s cock inside him – filling him with spurt after spurt of seed, drenching and filling his hole. Lenny fell out of Steve’s opening onto his back on the desk, trying to catch his breath.
Mickey, aiming his towering cock, immediately pushed Lenny out of the way and shoved it deep inside. Steve cried out and fell down onto his stomach. Mickey grabbed his legs, never taking his dick out of his hole, and pulled him back to the edge of the desk so he could fuck standing up, never missing a thrust.
White cum is seeping out of Josh’s hole as Mickey fucks him. “Take it, bitch. Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet!”
From the desk on his back, still regaining his breath, Lenny says, “You’re welcome, dude!” and tried to high five Mickey.
Mickey grabbed Steve’s hips and began to pump that hole up and down with his strong hands, fucking himself. Steve allowed himself to be used like a doll.
“I’m going to fuck you until white comes out of your mouth!”
Mickey made one last thrust and screamed in ecstasy, shooting his load into Steve’s battered opening.
Meanwhile, Chief is jacking his incredible cock, watching the performance from the side, hard as a rock for his second show. As Mickey pulls out of Steve’s butt, white juice and ass seeped out, dripping on the floor in a puddle underneath him.
“Princess, baby, just one more,” murmured Chief. Steve is flat on his stomach on the desk, standing with his messy ass open to the room. “I won’t last long, Stevie, but it’s going be a ride you’ll never forget.”
Chief walked over to Steve’s exposed ass and massaged it, taking some of the eruption and spreading it on his long, thick cock, readying it for the piercing that was to come.
He gave Steve a loud, slap on the ass and shoved his enormous cock in, past the tight sphincter, slowly letting him get used to the enormity of the invasion. “Holy shit, Chief! It’s the biggest by far!” bellowed Steve.
As deep as he could go, he stopped for a second, letting the kid catch his breath. He then picked Steve up in his massive arms, backing up and falling into the seat of a chair with Steve impaled on his rod. Steve cried out.
“Fuck yourself, my little cunt. Fuck yourself on Chief’s big cock! He knows you want it.”
Steve, almost motionless from the start of the third pounding, suddenly comes to life and slowly started to move on Chief’s lap. First slowly moving back and forth, stretching his hole, then moving fast and then up and down.
“Oh, Chief, give me that cock. Harder. It’s breaking me in two.”
Chief simply sat there and let do Steve do all the work, putting his hands behind his head. Steve leaned forward to get as much of that cock into his ass as he could, coming down hard and deep.
Chief cried out, “Oh, my fucking God! Milk my fucking cock!” and grabbed onto Steve’s hips, pulling his ass as deeply down on his cock as he could. He released spurt after spurt from his immense erection, adding to the deluge that was already in his ass.
Without notice, Steve cried out, “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” watching as his cock exploded with an intensity even better than Christopher’s, all over the floor, his chin and chest, without touching himself even once. This was his first hands-free orgasm, but not his last he hoped.
Steve fell forward, off Chief’s softening cock, and onto the ground and laid there breathing hard.
“Pussy boy, you’re one amazing fuck!” said Lenny, laying naked on a nearby desk, his substantial soft cock making a puddle on his stomach.
“I’ll second that, Princess. Goddamn, that cunt is amazing!” chimed Mickey, sitting cross-legged on a neighboring desk, with his heavy soft phallus sticky in front of him.
Chief sat in his chair, naked, his heavy soft cock hanging halfway down to the floor, slowly catching his breath.
“Princess,” he groaned, “I’ve never had anybody in this world suck my cock with their ass, but you sure did. Goddamn, if you didn’t milk it dry. That snatch of yours is nothing short of magic!”
All three burst into laughter. Steve rolled over and looked at each of them. “When I catch my breath, how long until we go again, boys?”
“Listen at that little bitch!” said Chief. “He wants more cock! What do you say boys?”
“What Princess wants,” cried Lenny, “Princess gets!”
“Hell yeah!” shouted Mickey.
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