Cub Boy Training

By Bert Carley

Published on Sep 24, 2023

Gay

I'm not hearing from my readers. I guess it is time I put an end to this fantasy and consider another avocation. Anyone out there still reading Cub Boy Training? What say guys? email: bertcarley@goldrush.com

Cub Boy Training - Part 5: Setting up Trouper Gallagher's computer

Here I was standing nude before Officer Jerry Gallagher in his apartment, having just spilled my guts to him about what I learned to do and what I liked to do with men so far. He continued to rub and fondle me wearing just his uniform pants, his dick and balls hanging over the fly, his dick in my hand as I stroked him gently.

"Well! Is this my lucky day finding you at 5am in the morning walking the streets of San Francisco in the early morning fog, living right across the street just minutes away! Today I will show you what I like Joey and you can decide for yourself if you like what I do." When I saw him first this morning, he was in his uniform, but sitting in his car. I wanted to see him standing in full uniform, packing his nightstick, pistol and handcuffs, hands on his hips, legs spread wide, chest out, sporting his nice basket in his tight pants.

I asked, "Sir, would you dress up in your uniform again and let me see you, let me undress you before you show me what you like to do?" He smiled, looked down at me and said, "Well, I'll be damned! Sure Joey, play on the computer and I can do that for you. It will take a few minutes for me to get all dressed." He headed for his bedroom.

I sat at the computer and played, opening up the digital camera software, fiddled with his expensive new camera again, totally engrossed in all the bells and whistles it provided with its' software. I heard him clear his throat to get my attention. When I spun around in his swivel chair, he was standing there in full uniform, right down to helmet, leather belt and strapping, palm gloves, boots and the big sunglasses with the silver lenses. He had his hands on his hips and his feet spread wide. He pulled the long black nightstick from his belt and tapped it in his hand. I grabbed the camera and took shot after shot of him posing in different positions, then returned to the computer and sat down to preview my masterpieces. That is not what he had in mind to do next.

"On your feet, over here on your knees Joey boy," pointing down in front of him with his nightstick. I almost ran to him, dropped to my knees and looked up at him in total awe. I just lurched for his leg and attached myself to him holding his crotch against my face. He pushed me away instantly with his right knee, rolled me over on my back, his leather boot in my crotch applying considerable pressure. The working end of his nightstick went to my forehead, holding my head to the floor. "Did I tell you that you could do that Joey Boy! Roll over on your hands and knees, head to the side, flat against the floor, ass in the air. Stay in that position and put your hands behind you." He had cuffs on me in seconds. "Now don't you move boy!" He took his night bandit and worked it between my moons until it made contact with the butt plug and started to poke, forcing my butt plug to work against my prostrate. I moaned, "Mmmm, yes Sir, Oh yes Sir!" My cock oozed pre-cum. He commanded, "Don't you skeet boy! You have one hot bottom on you!"

He grabbed my ponytail, guided me around and pushed my face to his boot. "Spit shine my boots with your tongue boy. Don't be whimpering either or I'll put the belt to you!" The look and leather smell of his boots was like an aphrodisiac as I worked my tongue all over both, top to bottom. All the time I was doing his boots he was rubbing his night bandit over parts of my body massaging and probing. It felt wonderful! When he decided that his boots were clean, he said, "Good job boy!" Now you can sniff and worship my dick!" By the hair, he lifted me upright on my knees, put my face against his groin and worked my face back and forth, over his bulging basket. The coarse material against my smooth face reminded me of how my dad use to give me a whisker burn when he kissed me, years earlier when I was a child. "Don't slobber on my uniform boy!" He pulled my head back off his groin, unbuckled his belt and opened his britches, his boxers and lifted cock and balls out. My face was close enough that the aroma entered my nostrils sending his masculine scent right to my brain pleasure zone. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands, fed his meat into my mouth. Within a minute I felt and tasted his warm urine filling my mouth. "Close your lips around it boy, don't you be spilling a drop. Drink! Swallow! Enjoy! You said you did this before, so do it right or you will be sucking it up out of the carpet." When he was finished relieving himself he said, "Suck on the foreskin, milk it so we don't have the dribbles. Good boy Joey!" He ushered me off to the bedroom by the nap of my neck rubbing his nightstick over my stomach as we walked.

"Well boy, you wanted to undress me. Today you will learn to do it properly, putting everything away in its' proper place." He took the cuffs off me and attached them in their proper place on his leather belt. "You can start with the helmet and sunglasses. The sunglasses go in that case on the dresser, the helmet on that stand." He sat on the edge of his bed, lifted one foot to me and rubbed his boot up over one calf, up the thigh, worked the toe up against me balls then down the other thigh and held it there. "The boots and socks are next. They go toes out on that space on the rack in the bottom of the closet, the socks put here on the bed." After his boots placed properly in the closed, he got to his feet again.

"Loosen the clips on the pistol harness Joey." The pistol and pistol harness he removed himself once I had it loose. He wrapped the leather straps around the case and removed the pistol. He held the pistol in his right hand, the case and straps in his left, smiled and said. "This is a 38 Special, six inch barrel Joey, just about your size when you are excited." He lowered it and rubbed the cold steel of the barrel against my left nipple until it was hard, then my other nipple. He rubbed it down the center of my chest, over my abs, stomach and rubbed it against my boyhood. That cold steel had me up and excited by the time he had rubbed it over both my balls a couple of times. "You like that too I see!" He placed it back in the case and sat it on his dresser out of the way from prying hands. He turned back to me again and said, "Loosen the equipment belt and hang it from the buckle on that peg on the inside of the closet door." It weighed quite a bit with the nightstick, cuffs, masse container, and other stuff attached. "Loosen my belt and pull my shirt out, unbutton it and remove it." As I slipped it off his shoulders, and held it in my hand, his male pheromones did a trick on my libido. Unconsciously my nose went right to his chest and I inhaled deeply. He chuckled! "That is nice Joey, but you haven't finished what you were doing yet! Earth to Joey! Earth to Joey!" When I came back to my senses he continued. "Now hang the shirt on a hanger in the closet. Be sure to put it on the hanger so it lines up with the left sleeve dressed as all the others." He grabbed me, pulled me to him and gave me a big bear hug. "Well Joey, now the pants and my boxers and we can get down to some serious business." I worked both down over his hips and they dropped to his ankles. That scent again enveloped me. It made my head spin. He stepped out of the garments. "Drape the trousers over that trouser rack and make sure the seams are all lined up properly. Put the boxers with the sox here on the bed."

"Let us see Joey, just how much you have learned to like boy." He picked up his boxers and put them to my nose. I just buried my nose in their scent and he could tell I liked that aroma. He sat them back on the bed, grabbed his socks and started to put them to my nose. I put up my hands, but he put them to my nose anyway and held them until I had to breathe. They smelled of his leather boots more than what I would have expected, knowing how most socks smell after they had been on feet all day. My reaction to sniff and inhale surprised him. He asked, "You like that too Joey?" I even surprised myself when I answered, "Yes Sir, smells mostly like your leather boots, just a hint of foot smell, very nice Sir, not like my dirty socks. Mine smell horrible, like dirty rubber canvas tennis shoes and nasty toe jam"

He sat back on the bed. "Drop on your knees here," pointing to his feet. He lifted one foot up to me and rubbed it over my crotch playing with my hard cock and balls; then to my lips and rubbed his big toe over my lips. "Suck my toes Joey, each one individually," This was something new. I sniffed first. It smelled too of leather and the musty smell of a foot. I decided it was not bad and stared with his big toe. I sucked it into my mouth and realized it tasted better than the smell. I could tell he liked this too as his 8incher started to thicken and lift from his crotch. By the time I had sucked all ten toes, his dick was oozing pre-cum. "That is real nice Joey. Come up here and make love to my balls like that now." He spread his legs wide and put his knees over my shoulders giving me free access to his family jewels. The minute my lips and tongue touched his ball sack, he let out a deep-throated moan.

"Oh Joey, suck on em boy!" I alternated, not able to fit them both in my mouth at the same time they were so huge. The thick coarse hair tickled my nose, but his balls tasted and smelled so good, I could stand the tickle. My spirits were up, as was my dick as I gorged myself with their moisture and delicious aroma. I was having a little Police Ball of my own. My mind screamed lustfully - "this is what I love about men!"

He let his legs slide down off my shoulders and turned me around seated on the floor with my back and head resting against the edge of the bed. He turned around, leaned forward slightly, and backed over my face spreading his ass cheeks with his two big hairy hands. "You know what to do Joey! Show me your stuff boy!" It was dark, hairy, and lucky for me, relatively clean. Notice, I said relatively clean! I did not have much choice in the matter as his ass cheeks spread wide already pressed against my face. I definitely repulsed, until I took my first small taste. Wow! Tasted as a very nutty chocolate chip cookie when completely chewed and the combined flavor captures taste buds. Again! This was a tasty delight and my tongue circled his rosebud, then poked and reamed. Officer Gallagher was moaning his pleasure and bouncing his ass over my tongue and against my tongue and lips. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away. "Damn Joey, that felt good! Much more of that action and you would have me shooting my wad."

He turned, helped me up sitting on the edge of the bed. "How about you taste a Cop now Joey Boy; see if you can get your mouth around this fatty when it is fully engorged!" He stroked it a couple of times, waved it to me, then stepped right up and rubbed the pre-cum back and forth across my lips until I opened up and sucked him in. It was truly a fatty. My fingers could not meet my thumb as I grabbed it at the base. I was able to get it in my mouth, but when it hit the back of my throat, I realized there was no way it would fit down my throat. I backed off and worked the head with my lips and tongue and it seemed to please him. His constant moaning was a good indicator of that fact. "Oh Joey, where you learn to use your tongue like that; it is awesome boy. Slow it down or your going to get my big load any second. Oh! Oh! Too late Joey! Here he blows!" I felt him spasm six times, dumping his skeet into my mouth. This was my first taste of him and it was glorious, tasted as good as he smelled. I could barely swallow fast enough to keep up with the volume. After he came back down to earth, he moaned. "Great blow job Joey!" He pulled from my mouth, jumped up on the bed and rolled over on his back.

"Joey, go in the bathroom, take out that butt plug, put it in the sink, come back here and we will see if you can get this into to you." He waved his chubby at me! He was still at full mast! "There is lube in the medicine cabinet, bring it back with you Joey; you're going to be needing it, lots of it." I greased up good in the bathroom, returned and crawled up next to him and lubed Chubby up good, stroking him gently. He closed his eyes and let out a low moan. "Up you go now Joey! Sit on it very slow boy. I don't want to tear you!" I eased down and had to put all my weight down to just get the head started. Tears formed in my eyes, but I was not about to let a little pain stop me from successfully getting this trouper to open me up. Slowly I pushed, spreading further open than I have ever been before. Finally, the head went plop, that familiar sound and I knew the head was in. I hung there for awhile until the pain subsided a bit. I put more weight down and it began to slide further inside. When the head reached my jolly bean, it must have had difficulty passing over that spot. The feeling that rushed through my entire body was sensational, half pain, the other half, sheer pleasure beyond imagination. A big glob of cum oozed from my pee slit and formed a stringer connecting my dick to the trooper. He smiled up at me, rubbed his hands up and down over my sides and pinched my nipples. I settled in further. I rotated his mushroom around over my little walnut, letting it slowly move and circle that one spot. I was spewing long stringers every time his Chubby poked and massaged.

"Oh Sir! You are so big around it hurts yet, but it feels so good too. I'll get use to it all in me soon Sir, just be patient with me please!" I lowered myself further; feeling him spread me to the maximum until I felt his pubes against my ass and inner thighs. I lifted up slowly and when it squeezed past my hard little walnut, my poker oozed another big stringer that floated down to his navel. I moaned, "Oh Sir, I never been this full before! I lifted until just the head was inside, then dropped down to his pubes in one swift move. More jizz shot from my gun. Two more trips over my jolly bean and I was so turned on I just buried myself in his pubes and lay over on my side, pulling my trooper with me. I worked my legs out, placed them up on his shoulders, a difficult move, but once complete, shouted.

'Oh! Pleasure me! Please screw me now Sir! I'm on fire inside!" He rolled over on his knees, my legs already over his shoulders and immediately went to work slowly working my shit shoot with his lethal weapon. It was awesome! I just succumbed to the pleasure he was delivering. He whispered, "Oh Joey, you're so nice and tight baby; you fit me like a glove! I want this to last forever. Got to slow or I'm going to loose it boy." He stopped his plunging and put his mushroom right on my walnut. "Squeeze your pincher now Joey! Milk me son! Oh yea, that's good Joey Boy! Slower son!" Each time I squeezed and milked that big head I spewed jizz, a feeling of lustful pleasure rippled through my entire body, and he let out a low guttural sound each time I squeezed. He too was obviously lusting. I lost all sense of time or reality as our pleasures continued until he again started to pump my pinkie. Gradually he increased his speed! I felt his tongue lips on my neck and shoulder licking and sucking first, then he began to nibble and bite softly. Before long, he was thrusting within me and his teeth locked on my shoulder. I knew he was going over the edge, as his weapon seemed to grow even larger. Suddenly he thrust, pubes pressed against my bottom, stiffened, shot his skeet, causing me to shoot my load over his chest and stomach, already saturated with my pre-cum. We slowly came back to reality as he lowered my legs, lay over me licking and sucking on my nipples as I sniffed his hair.

He rolled off me and turned me on my side, pulled my butt up to his groin and pulled me up against his chest. He sniffed my neck and hair, moaned. "Time for a little nap Joey!" This was nice, very nice, cuddled up with Trooper Jerry Gallagher, his scent all over me, my skeet rubbing off his stomach and chest against my back. We both fell asleep!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Where would you like this fantasy to go next guys? Send your suggestions to: bertcarley@goldrush.com -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Next: Chapter 6


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