Cadet Takes a Ride (mm, oral, anal, cops) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further.
This story continues with the same characters as "Cop Cadet," a previous story of mine. For other of my stories check out the Authors section of Nifty or see my page at Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/.
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Cadet Takes a Ride
1
It sounded like someone was getting the shit beaten out of them. Hard, rough slaps pounding over and over. That combined with deep, baritone groans that echoed through the precinct's changing room.
I had been changing out of my uniform at the end of a late shift, looking forward to a nice, hot shower to wash the sweat off me, along with the remnants of Pvt. Andrew Master's spunk that still clung, dried and sticky, to my neck and chin. Masters had been one horny sonofabitch that night, skullfucking his wad down my throat practically every fucking hour. I didn't know a guy could produce so much sperm, but I was happy enough. Even though now I was left with a parched throat and a jaw that could barely shut. Lazily, I reached up with my right arm and started massaging the sore muscles in my neck, feeling the tightness that spread up into my jaw. I could still taste the cop cum on the back of my tongue, its bitterness a lingering aftertaste that kept my dick semi-hard. Maybe I could unload my pent-up cadet wad in the shower before heading home for a good day's sleep.
Only I'd barely gotten my uniform shirt off and freed my torso to the warm, clammy air coming from the shower room when I heard that noise.
"Jesus, Bates! Go easy on me will ya?"
Bates was Corporal Lance Bates, a big bruiser of a guy. The guy must have eaten nothing but steak since age 10, he was a walking wall of mass and muscle. If Sgt. Peters was the stern but paternal figure in the department, the guy all the fellas looked up to, Bates was the bad guy, the ex-military disciplinarian who made sure everything was to code. His gruff voice usually sent a shiver down my spine (and to my cock, it has to be admitted). It was doing the same thing now.
"The fuck I will O'Donnell. You're loving this too much, and so am I. Now bend the fuck over and spread those legs wider. Daddy wants to get in deeper!"
"Yes, Corporal."
I turned the corner of the changing room and the sight I saw confirmed my suspicions. And made my cock harder than hell.
Bent over facing the shower wall was Kevin O'Donnell, a young Irish stud who'd been on the force for only a year. His father had been on the force, too, and apparently enjoyed dick just as much. I hadn't been around then, but stories circulate about Peter O'Donnell's retirement party, at which Bates practically fucked the ass off the older, burly cop right there in front of all the other men, who just encouraged the muscle giant to give the retiring cop a ride to remember.
Now Bates was using the son for his pleasure. Kevin whimpered as Bates' fat log jammed hard up that tight chute, stretching his rectum with its power and girth. I watched in utter horniness as the big, beefy cop shafted the younger officer, taking his time breaking in his ass, using his powerful legs to ram in his cunt-splitter like it were a metal stake he was piledriving into bedrock, deeper and harder each time.
And O'Donnell's marble-white ass looked as hard as rock, too. Nice, round globes of sculpted marble. I don't know what he did to get those glutes so hard, so defined, but they were magnificent. And they made that slapping sound with each contact Bates' wet hips made with them. Loud, moist smacking sounds that reverberated off the tile walls in the shower room and filled the whole changing area. It was one of the nastiest sounds I've heard, hotter even than the spew of fuck talk coming from both of the overheated cops.
"Nice tight fuck!" Bates yelled through his clenched teeth, his neck red and bulging with the extra force of each dick thrust.
"Yeah, boss, nail me with that thick bull cock."
"Shit, cop, feel that dick! I love working over rookie cunt. Stretching it out, getting that ass ready for my sperm."
"I'm ready, sir, fuck I've been ready for weeks."
"Yeah, O'Donnell?" Cpl. Bates bit his lower lip as he felt the throb of pleasure course through his thick-muscled body.
O'Donnell was feeling a similar joy, its epicenter in his abused ass, travelling outward in circles. He arched his back, aching to feel Bates' musclechest against his sinewed back, and spreading his thighs to let Bates in deeper. "Yes, sir, been waiting for you to take my ass, plant your seed, spray this cop ass and mark it as yours."
"Sounds nice, rookie. But my cock's not all the way in yet."
The sweat beaded up on Kevin's forehead. "Are you serious, man? It feels like I have a baseball bat pile-driven up my hole."
"You do, cop, you do. My big, hard baseball bat. Only it's not all the way home. Let me shove in a little more."
Bates grabbed the younger man's hips with his meaty arms, holding the greenhorn cop steady as he crammed in more studmeat.
"Shit! That's it, boss. Deep in there, real deep, tearing my guts wide open."
"Like this?" More cock sunk in.
"Open me up, sir!" With that O'Donnell's cock spasmed and shot all over the shower floor, as the young man panted and huffed, nearly breathless in his deep anal orgasm.
Needless to say, I was horny as a motherfucker by now and was just about to let my trapped cock out of my uniform when I heard the voice of our dispatcher, Stan Ryan.
"Drake!"
"Yeah?" I call out absently, my gaze still transfixed on the sight of the two studbuilt policemen rutting in front of me. My balls were drawn tight and my cadet dick was leaking. A lot.
Ryan's voice was insistent and annoyed. "Lieutenant wants you. In his office."
"When?" I ask. I really wanted to watch Bates hammer his seed deep between O'Donnell's alabaster ass. Watching that thick log spread the man's cheeks and sink deeper with each fuckthrust was getting to me.
"Five minutes ago, fuckwad! Now get a move on before he tans my hide!"
Reluctantly I pulled myself away from the scene. I put my uniform shirt back on, tucking in the tails into my polyester pants and then heading down the hall toward Lieutenant Johnson's office. Maybe it was my horned-up state, but I couldn't help but notice how fucking hot all the guys were that morning. Their tight, stud bodies squeezed into uniforms which stretched nicely over the muscle. Fuck, what I wouldn't do to service some of the married daddies on the force, feel their bulging forearms pulling my head hard onto their crotch, savor the heat of their torsos as they lift my jock-built legs up for a good, quick cadet fuck.
When I opened the door of Lieutenant's office, he was standing at his desk talking on the phone. He looked up and saw me, smiled sternly and waved me in. Cradling the phone in his neck, he reached down and undid his belt. As he undid his uniform trousers and slid down the zipper, the weight of his gun and nightstick pulled down the fabric to expose the packed crotch of his underwear. Giving me a sexy leer, he shucked both down to reveal his magnificent throbbing piece of cop manhood. Even half-hard, the shaft was an awesome display. Johnson had one of those monster pricks that made even hung fuckers like Bates or Sarge look small.
I didn't wait for the man to get hard. Ever the dutiful cop, I went down on my knees in a flash, sucking in as much meat as I could, then alternating my suck job with a thorough tongue-bath of Lieutenant's baton and thick, cop balls.
I don't know who he was talking to but the bastard managed to carry on his conversation while silently drilling my mouth. With his strong, thick hands, he gripped my baseball-jock shoulders and clung to the meaty flesh like eagle talons gripping the mountainside. He held tightly as his hips ventured forward, sliding his manmeat deep into the warm, wet recesses of my throat. I could feel that cock getting hard, real hard, as it pistoned in and out of my mouth. There was no way I could take all of that fuckstick, but hell, even the ten inches that was working its way against then past my tonsils was enough of a challenge.
The man's scent was getting to me - clean, masculine and musky all at once. The hard, thick scepter of man flesh scraped past my tonsils, parting my esophagus in regular, deep strokes. I was being filled completely while this fucker's low-hanging nuts pounded my chin.
"Yes...I think the budget figures are about right for next year. We do need more cruisers, however...And an increase in the funding for our cadet program..."
The Lieutenant smiled down on me silently as he relished his private joke and facefucked more hard cock right into my hungry mouth. His jabs were hard and rough, then he'd alternate with slow, smooth strokes that would withdraw many inches of spit-slick cop dick from my gullet until the wet, flared tip nestled against the top of my palate. Then the horndog officer would push in again. Deep and merciless. I was loving it, my cock hard as fuck.
Finally, this stud of a man grabs the back of my head and with a few rough, deep throat fucks, clenches his body and lets loose. It's like he's cumming a fucking river into me, the muck keeps spewing of his massive cock. I put my hand on his balls and feel the orbs contract and churn as they pump out shot after shot of semen into me.
When he's had his way with me, I pull of that beautiful cock and lean back on my haunches. My boss is towering over me his uniform tight against his muscled frame, his hard, wet cock sticking proudly up out of the crotch.
"All right, Pete," he says into the phone. "Gotta go now...Yeah... Talk later." Exhausted from the intensity of his orgasm, he drops the phone into the cradle.
"Fuck, cadet, I needed that. All fucking night I've been wanting those cocksucking mouth wrapped around my pole."
"Been out with Pvt. Masters, sir," I replied respectfully, standing up to approach the hunk I'd just serviced.
"That kid's got one dick on him," Johnson says offhandedly, reaching over to his desk to pull out and light a cigarette.
I grab his hard, slick piece of meat and rub my hand up the saliva-cum-covered hardness. The man was nearly 45 and his cock stayed as hard as a steel pipe even after spraying a mansized load.
"Not as big as yours," I say to my superior in all honesty. Little cum droplets pool at the tip and lubricate my hand further as I take hold of Johnson's hardon. "Would love to have this beaut shoved right up my ass. Right now, sir."
"You would, huh, cadet?" the Lieutenant asked with a knowing smirk.
"You bet. This fucker always get me hot."
The Lieutenant reached out with his left arm and used his massive bicep strength to pull the jock cop-in-training next to him. "Nothing I wouldn't rather do, stud, that fuck your fine ass forward and backward the rest of the night. Only I got too much work to do. Chief will have MY ass if it doesn't get done. But I called you in here to ask you a question, cadet. What are you doing this weekend?"
"On duty, sir," I replied, disappointment evident in my voice. After all my cock still throbbed and I hadn't yet shot my load. I think the Lieutenant realized my dilemma because his thick, strong paw wrapped around my shaft and started pumping it slowly.
"I can get you off on Saturday, maybe both days. See my wife and kids are going out of town, and I wondered if you might like to come over to watch the game, have some brews, and fuck."
"Sure, Lieutenant" I replied. "Sounds hot." By now I was thrusting my hips, fucking the hot, calloused hand clasped around my prick.
"That's it, cadet, shoot that load into your superior's hand. Just think about how good it's gonna feel when I fuck you this weekend. Lifting your cocky jock legs up and shoving my big hard dick so deep the cum will never come out. Having my way with your horny ass all night, all weekend."
"Fuck yeah, sir!" I yelled as jet after jet of white hot man-lava spewed up four feet into the air, raining down in heavy, wet splats on the Lieutenant's desk.
"Good, boy." Smiling with satisfaction, the Lieutenant removed his hand and wiped it on my face and neck. "Now get the fuck out. I'll see you after your shift on Friday."
"Yes, sir," I said as I tucked my satisfied prick back into my uniform and went to see if Bates and O'Donnell were still at it.