Saturday morning finds the three of us sitting around Buck’s kitchen table sipping our first cup of coffee. Tony looks like a sleepy Nordic God. Having shed his cop uniform which now hangs in Buck’s guest room closet, his tall cop boots standing in front of the night stand, boot socks stuffed inside.
Tony is wearing white board shorts provided by Buck and a pair of black Asics sneakers, white no-show socks and one of Buck’s old football jerseys. He looks like a sleepy high school senior sitting opposite me as he sips his mug of black coffee. Big hands curled around the cup and says looking at me then to Buck:
“I had some really weird dreams last night – must have had a little too much to drink.”
“Yeah, you were flying high bro.”
Then Buck chimes in, “We had to put you to bed buddy, you were acting a little weird, doing all kinds of crazy shit man.”
“Damn, you guys, sorry about that. Guess I was just relieved to get away from my home situation. Needed to unwind.”
“No prob bro” Buck chimed in. “You were kinda funny and playful – we all had a good time.”
“Yeah”, I said. “You did some off the wall shit, but we’re family dude - had one hell of a time. I even took some video that I’ll send to your phone on Monday.”
“Thanks man, to be honest, I don’t remember a lot, just some crazy scenes flashing through my mind like old gladiator movies – me naked and stretched out on some kind of cross and somebody flogging the fuck outta me, kinda erotic in a mixed-up kind of way.”
“Do you remember any more dreams?’ Buck wanted to know.
“Not really a whole lot – seems like I was fucking a hot ass, but don’t remember a face to put with the ass.”.
“Not important, like I said. I’ll shoot the video over to your phone on Monday.”
“Cool, then I can see what a good time I had.” His head’s down looking into his coffee, big hand still curled around the mug.
Buck and I are exchanging knowing glances as we check out our unsuspecting prey. Buck is raping Tony with his eyes while Tony sits quietly not knowing what we have in store for him.
We pass the rest of the weekend ordering in pizza and playing World War 3 video games, drinking beer and doing tequila shots. Tony is stretched out, his long muscular legs out in front, both hands on the control box resting on his crotch.
My first impulse, which I suppress, is to jump Tony and rape his straight cop ass. I can see that Buck is thinking the same thing. We just look at each other, understanding exactly what the other is thinking.
I’m so fucking horned up that my balls are drawn up tight against my body, they hurt like hell.
By now it is late Saturday night, we’re done with gaming. Tony’s eyes are closing as he falls in and out of sleep.
I whisper across to Buck: “Let’s put him to bed, I want you down in the playroom!”
“I was thinking the same thing boss – let’s get him into the guest room, he’s out of it.”
We stand on each side of our sleeping prince and shake his broad shoulder until his eye lids flutter open, “Let’s go sleeping beauty and get you to bed.” I say.
“Ok, sorry I fell to sleep – too much to drink again, I think.”
“No worries pal, we’ll see you in the morning after a good night’s sleep.”
We guide him to the guest room and drop him on top of the unmade bed on his back. I remove his sneakers and socks, bring his socks to my face and inhale his strong male scent, stuff the socks in my back pocket but leave on his board shorts and football jersey.
The outline of his thick veined cock and full ball bag shows through the thin fabric of his shorts. He falls into a deep sleep. I can see Buck eyeing Tony’s big visible dickhead. We leave him dead to the world.
“Down to the playroom you horny bastard, I think you need some discipline up on the cross.”
“Yes Sir, I’ve been having some evil thoughts about our Prince Charming – I need a good beating.”
“And that’s what you’re gonna get Sergeant – strip down and put on Tony’s cop boots, you’re the same size, it will almost be like I’m doing him!”
“Yes Sir, I’ll be there when you arrive knelling in front of the cross.”
I arrive at the playroom stripped down to my combats. My dick is standing out in front of me, the engorged dickhead slick with precum. I walk over to Buck who is knelling, his back to the cross. He watches me approach, one hand jacking his cock and the other hand wrapped around his nuts, pulling the sack down toward the deck.
“Crawl over to me and kiss my boots, slave boy!”
Buck edges over to me and grabs my combats kissing and licking all over the black leather. He makes his way up my legs clutching and caressing my hairy calf muscles, kissing and licking his way up to my scrotum. I look down and see my ball sack resting on his forehead, his wet tongue out slathering my hairy ball keeper with his spit. He’s looking up at me begging with those brown puppy dog eyes for permission to eat out my ass.
I lay down on my back on the clean grey epoxied floor and raise my legs landing my boots on his muscular shoulders. He’s got that shit eating grin on is handsome face as he dives in and spreads my hard cheeks. I can feel his hot breath in my crack and when his tongue goes in for the kill and invades my insides I relax and let him enter and start eating me out.
If you’ve never had the intense pleasure of another dude sucking on and eating out your asshole, then you’ve missed out on one of most overwhelming sensations a male body can endure. I highly recommend a complete rimming, you won’t regret it.
It’s the best prelude to a thick cock fucking you into another universe. I prefer being on the giving end rather than the taking end, but I love both under the right circumstances. Like maybe a straight cop taking my bottom hole. That would work for me.
I allow Buck to get his fill of my tight butt hole and when I decide I’ve had enough, I use my boots to push him off of my ass. He falls back onto his butt.
“Get your ass up on that cross facing it, you know the drill!”
Buck mounts the St. Andrews Cross with spread legs and raised arms. I quickly secure his wrists to the top of the cross then Tony’s cop boots to the bottom.
This cop brings out all of my horniest sadistic instincts. He thought he was the kick ass Marine who could boss me around, but he got a big surprise when my son took the wind out of his macho sails.
I take the black leather flogger hanging on the wall. Gather together the long black leather tendrils and pull them through my palm to feel their power. I stand behind him, feet spread wide, raise my arm and bring the flogger down to lash across his hard ass cheeks using a windmill whirling lash technique.
He clenches his ass muscles causing his entire body to lock up then relax waiting for the next volley of blows to punish his butt cheeks. I work my way up his back to his shoulders and arms, then concentrate on his lats until some redness appears. I hear a low moan come from him:
“Fuck yeah boss, I need this – you know how fucked up my Marine Corps mind is – I need the punishment – need to see how much I can take before I break – beat the shit outta me boss!”
I continue to work him over until my arm becomes fatigued. His entire back is covered with welts, stinging from my whip, his back glowing.
My cock is as rigid as an iron pole and dripping clear precum down to the floor forming a thread that glistens in the dim overhead lighting.
I drop the flogger to the deck. My cock leading the way. I kneel and spread his cheeks open and dive in and eat him out leaving as much spit as I can in his butt hole, then aim my guided missile toward its target, and enter his unprotected man hole with one push all the way up to my balls.
“Ahhhh FUCK Stuart – one push REALLY?”
“You were open and ready Marine, so I took you!”
“What’s going on down here – what is this place?” I froze, hearing Tony’s voice, my spear snug up Buck’s ass channel. I pull out slowly and turn to see Tony standing there. A stunned expression on his handsome face.
“What are you guys doing – you two gay or something?”
I walk over to Tony who is frozen in place leaning with his butt on the edge of the fuck table. His mouth open but saying nothing.
I’m as naked as the day I was born except for my combats.
“We’re bi dude, we like pussy, but man to man sex is a hell of a lot better sometimes. You should know pal after last night.”
His eyes open wide as I see him checking out my hard dick.
“Last night – what about last night?”
I go over to Buck and release him from the cross. He steps down. Tony is following close behind me.
Buck says locking eyes with Tony: “You got really messed up last night pal and kept coming on to both of us, so we let you suck our cocks and both of us fucked you – sure seemed to like it!”
“You were not dreaming stud – it happened!” I tell Tony.
“I sucked your dicks man – and you fucked me? That’s why my asshole was sore this morning, I thought It was all the tequila, but you had your cocks up my ass?”
I spoke up and reply calmly: “We have a video of you enjoying yourself bro – didn’t you have a strange taste in your mouth this morning when you woke up?”
“Now, wait a minute, you have a video of me sucking dick and getting fucked up my ass?”
“You bet we do straight boy and from now on pardner you’re gonna be our on-call male slut. So, get used to it because there ain’t a fucking thing you can do about it, that is, if you want your career to continue and keep your wife in the dark.”
“Fuck dude, she ain’t giving you any these days anyway and probably won’t until sometime in the future if then – we’re your fall back relief!” Buck states.
“I want that video, so hand it over or else!”
“Or else, what?
It’s stored in a safe place and can hit the internet in a heartbeat, so don’t fuck with me. Or else dude! We got you by your balls straight boy – you belong to us now, so deal with it!”
‘So, what happens now?” He sighs.
What happens now Tony, is we go back upstairs and relax and continue our weekend. No one is going to rape you or force you to do anything that you don’t want to do. We love you like a brother, but you’re so damned hot man. Of course we’re going to want to get some of that and from our point of view, it’s damned natural. You might even start to like this turn of events.
The three of us go back upstairs to the kitchen table and sit. I pour another round of coffee.
“I want to see that video, can I?
“Sure, you can see it. It’s on the phone next to your coffee mug – take a look see.”
Tony picks up his coffee mug and takes a swallow, he’s looking across the table at me. Opens the phone and watches himself in action. It looks damn real to a first-time viewer. I made certain of that. I’ve viewed it several times to see if Tony looks for real that he’s sucking Buck’s cock and taking it up his ass and it does. Mission accomplished.
He plays and replays it not taking his eyes off the screen and says in a low voice looking at me, “Did I really suck your cock?” “You sure did bud, and did it like an expert, even took me all the way and swallowed – even held me in your mouth and took a big drink of my beer piss.”
“You pissed in my mouth and I drank it?"
“You sure did bro and drained Buck’s bladder also, you were thirsty.”
“Oh man, I must have been completely out of it to do something like that!”
I watch Tony drop his hands to his lap and keeps them there. Buck gets up and stands behind Tony massaging his deltoid muscles. Tony’s drops his chin down and moves his head slowly right to left in a slow dance. Buck slides his hands down over Tony’s muscled pecks and finds his nips and rolls them between his thumbs and fore fingers.
Tony’s shoulders are rolled slightly forward as Buck works his nips. I can hear a low moan coming from his mouth in response to the nipple work.
I’m still stark naked in just my combats. Take this as a sign. I come around the table and stand next to Tony. My dick is iron stiff and poking forward inches away from his face. I use my hands and rub my dickhead across his temples poking his head and his ears.
He raises his head slightly and uses one of his hands to guide my cock toward his mouth, kisses the head, then pushes his nose between my ball sack and my hairy leg and sniffs and licks, wetting the leg hairs and inhaling my crotch musk, the tip of his tongue snaking out to swab my hanging balls and sucks one into the warm interior of his mouth and plays with it before spitting it out.
He releases my dick and looks up at me to speak, “Does this make me gay?” His innocence is so fucking charming, almost like a school boy to his teacher.
“No Tony – I sure hope not, you’re still the kick ass cop you’ve always been, the one that turns chicks heads whenever they spot you with your long muscular legs wrapped around the motor of your Harley. The only difference now is you have a fan club of two and growing.”
“You and Buck?”
“That’s right buddy, me and Buck and you’ll never suffer from blue balls again, trust me on that one.”
“We’re best pals huh – friends with benefits, right?”
“That’s correct Prince Charming, that’s who you are from now on. So why don’t you get to know one of the benefits, it is hanging between my legs – I have something tasty in my nuts just waiting for you, and this time you don’t have to be wiped-out to enjoy!”
Warm Italian cop warrior lips close slowly over the crown of my dick sending shivers all the way down to my toes. If there is a Heaven, this must be it.
End of Chapter 8
