Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2007 17:10:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in a day's work (M/t, oral anal)

All In a Day's Work
Copyright 2007, Jeff Spencer

This story involves descriptions of sexual encounters between teenaged boys
and males of different generations. Be warned, and do not read if reading
this type of story is illegal for you.  It is fiction, and should not be
taken as approval of actual contact of this type between adults and
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The boy looked around nervously as he entered the restroom. He looked to be
around 13, maybe 14, and he was just the kind of treat that some visitors
would be looking for. He was slim, I'd say, 5' 6" and 120 pounds, with
soft, curly blond locks and hair that hung fetchingly almost over his
eyes. He was slim, and boyish in his gait, almost colt-like in his charming
awkwardness.

His eyes were blue, deep and wide, innocent. His lips were almost red, a
deep pink, certainly.  His teeth, when he opened his mouth to nervously
bite his lower lip, were a little crooked, but pearly white. He was wearing
a faded but clean tee shirt, that said, "Atlanta Braves" on the front, and
a pair of cut-off denims, the bottoms ragged, and cut so high that the
pockets were peeking out from under the bottom of the shorts where they lay
on his tanned thighs. I could almost see the curve of his ass when he
moved. First, his right ass cheek, moving upward, then his left, and so on.

He walked slowly, tentatively, toward the bank of urinals, the old
fashioned kind that have the receptacle on the floor and that stand about
4' high. He stopped and looked like he was doing the usual consideration of
which urinal might be the best of the three. Since none of them were in
use, the choice was a little easier for him. He finally decided on the one
on the far right.

He fiddled at his shorts for a little while, and I was surprised when I saw
him drop trou to piss.  His little cutoffs and white briefs pooled around
his feet, just off the floor, and he widened his stance to free up his cock
for a piss, his small hand out of my sight and centered between his thighs,
no doubt holding his little pecker to aim his golden flow of boy pee. His
left hand rested on his bare hip.

The boy's ass was like something out of a painting. Small, round cheeks and
perfectly creamy and complexioned, he'd be attracting cruisers like you
wouldn't believe. I could almost see the little pink hole, clean and fresh,
that was nestled snugly between those warm globes. I adjusted the water
flow at the sink, as I continued to wash my hands for the umpteenth time.

I heard a click of a latch at one of the stalls at the end of the bathroom,
and an unassuming looking guy came out to wash his hands next to me at the
bank of hand sinks.

At least, I thought he was going to wash his hands. Spotting the cute boy,
and fixating on his naked ass, he headed over to the urinal next to the
boy, and unzipped. Pulling out his cock, it was pretty evident he wouldn't
be pissing anytime soon, judging by the hard on he was sporting. He leaned
over to the boy, and whispered in his ear, simultaneously reaching for the
boy's penis.

That's when I flashed my badge, and told the guy he was under arrest for
solicitation of a minor.  He panicked and tried to run, but I collared him
gracefully so he wouldn't hurt himself - it's not easy to run while you're
wagging your dick, and usually these guys get hurt when they run. I told
him to relax, that it would be a ticket, not jail time, and he could plead
it out. If he played his cards right, his wife would never find out.

He calmed down then, and started trying out excuses on me, but I wasn't
going for it. "Tell it to the judge," I said. "I don't care." My not caring
wasn't exactly true, but I was in no mood for a hassle. Once they figure
out they can pay a fine and make the problem go away, they're no
problem. The only problem, is when we bust a minister, or low level
politician, or even, a couple of years ago, the (former) chief of police!
The dumb fuck should have known we were running a sting. Anyway, those guys
fight us, and it's really sad to see the press pick up those stories. Most
of those guys are looking for a little relief, just like everyone else, and
they get their lives ruined.

I wrote this guy a ticket, and sent him on his way, telling him to stay the
hell out of Adamsville's public restrooms. He swore he would, but I figured
I'd probably see him again someday. Alex, the young blond, walked over to
me at the hand sink, and took my hand in his.

"Geez, Matt, your fingers are all pruny," he grinned.

"Yeah, well, you pretend to wash your hands all day long and see how they
look," I growled.

"You wanna switch places?" he joked. "I'll wash my hands and you look all
innocent and piss?"

"Yeah, that'll work," I said. "There's a lot of innocent looking 28 year
olds, with muscles and a short haircut, that attract kid lovers." I
grinned. "And probably not a whole lot of 14 year old detectives, either."

"Hey, I am a police cadet," Alex protested, smiling winningly. I mussed his
hair. Then he got a serious look on his face.

"Do you sometimes wonder if this is the right thing to do?" I looked him in
the eyes, so blue and innocent looking. I felt a pang in my heart.

"I dunno, Alex, it's just my job." Even I could hear the weariness in my
voice. He shrugged.

"Time to go, kid," I said. "Oh, by the way, where'd you get that `dropping
your pants' shtick from? You need to be careful, that might be considered
entrapment."

Alex looked thoughtful. "Do you think so?" he asked. I nodded, followed by
his second shrug.

We walked out of the men's restroom, in an outlying part of the big city
park, a restroom where we'd been getting a lot of complaints about
strangers bothering boys and even men. We got in my nondescript 2003
Corolla, and drove off to a spot about a hundred yards away, one that the
t- room cruisers didn't know about. Parking under a tree, with no long
range view of the car available to any curious onlookers, I turned to find
Alex nearly already in my arms.

"God, I missed touching you, Matt," the 14 year old exclaimed, his lips
headed for mine. His mouth was hot and sweet on mine, his lips soft and
plump. His tongue was playful, like a tiny dolphin playing in my mouth. His
breath raced across my cheeks. His cheek was smooth against my stubbled,
rough skin, and I thought I'd have to be careful or I'd give him a
rash. That might be kind of hard to explain!

He put his left hand on my neck, idly stroking my sun-toughened skin there,
and his right hand was busy in my lap, unzipping my pants, anxious to get
at my 7". Working his fingers into the opening in the most delightful way,
slipping his slim digits inside my briefs, it was an awesome sensation to
feel his small, warm fingers wrapping themselves familiarly around the
shaft of my circumcised cock.

I groaned with pleasure, and I could feel Alex grinning in our kiss. He
broke away with the biggest impish smile.

"You missed ME, too!" he exclaimed boyishly, looking at the pink steel rod
in his hand. There was already a pearl of pre-cum forming in my piss
slit. He bent down, his moist lips immediately enveloping the swollen head
of my cock. The feeling was exquisite, a boy's warm and wet mouth eagerly
sucking in my 7" cock, with me already close to cumming, just from the
memories of Alex in the tiny cutoffs, and then his pale, naked butt.

"Yeah, suck it," I moaned. "I want to cum in your mouth, baby. Bring me to
a good cum, make me spurt my hot cream in your mouth," I begged. Alex
sucked me expertly, though I knew I was the only man he'd ever been with. I
knew he'd had a few other boys, but I was his only man.

His tongue swirled around my fat cock head, licking the underside of the
head where it's so sensitive. His hand stroked up and down the hot shaft,
bringing me to a high state of excitement.  My hips were starting to lift
off the car seat, and I knew I'd be cumming soon.

"Alex, I'm gonna shoot....gonna shoot my load," I said. "Oh, in your
fucking hot boy mouth, yeah, I'm cumming, unnh, unnh....fuck!"

The painfully ecstatic pleasure of cumming is made ever so much greater,
when it's with someone you love, and that someone is a randy, hot young
boy! Thick jets of my semen, hot and creamy, shot into his mouth, coating
his tongue and gums. When Alex pulled his mouth off my cock, and sat up to
grin at me, he had a long strand of cum oozing down his pink lower lip. I
had to kiss him there, he was so damned cute.

Alex and I were in love, though I was twice his age. And I guess where you
could point out my hypocrisy, is that I'm busily fucking a 14 year old boy,
while arresting civilians for wanting to do the same thing. And you'd be
right. I feel bad about it, but it's not my choice.

If it were up to me, men who cared for a boy, and who were cared for in
return by that boy, would be free to make love, to share the special
relationship, the close love, of an adult male and a teenaged boy. But I
don't make the rules, and I don't get to choose my assignments. I like to
think that, whenever I can, I leave these guys with a few more choices, and
a little better treatment, than they'd get at the hands of some meathead
cop.

Alex and I have talked about it a lot, and usually he comes down on the
side of wanting love between man and boy, and I'm talking about why it's
wrong. My old Catholic guilt, I guess.

Anyway, we kissed some more, but soon it was time to return to the
precinct. I let Alex off at his home, his mother was at work, so he got out
his key to let himself in. I waited until I saw he was okay, then drove
off. Alex's mom, Chrissy Hancock, had gotten into a little trouble in the
past, that's how I'd gotten to know her and Alex, but since then she'd
turned herself around. I had met her and Alex when he was eleven, and we'd
been lovers for the last two years, getting together when we could.

I got back to the cop shop, and Captain O'Malley asked how it had gone. I
told him I'd cited three men, none of them from town. The Captain asked how
Alex was doing. He knew I was close to his family, and that was one of the
reasons he'd allowed a young cadet to participate in police stings, with
the proviso that they were low risk situations, and that an officer would
be close by.

I told him that Alex was doing a great job. The Captain smiled, and told me
to tell him to keep up the good work.

I finished up some paperwork, including some related to a teen boy
prostitution sting that the county was running. It seemed that besides the
cheap guys who liked their boy sex free, there were guys that were willing
to pay. That was another situation where I had mixed feelings, but like I
said, I don't get to choose my assignments. I figured if the boys were
willingly involved, what was really the harm? On the other hand, the men
running the show sure as hell deserved punishment, because more often than
not, they were abusing the boys in one way or another.

After my shift ended, I headed back to my house, an end townhome, with a
tiny little back and front yard, and two bedrooms and a generously sized
bathroom and kitchen. I found Alex ensconced in my lounger, naked, playing
the X-box. He looked so cute, but so tiny, in the big chair.

"Hey champ," I said. I started stripping, my clothes puddling on the end
table where I tossed them.

"Hi, daddy," Alex said, looking up briefly, smiling, then eyes quickly
returning to the TV monitor. He was busy shooting somebody with what looked
like an oversized gatling gun. As I approached the chair, now naked, my
dick hard, my balls aching with need for the beautiful boy, Alex
absent-mindedly got up, letting me sit first, then he nestled into my lap,
still operating the controller.

Tired as I was, I just relaxed, my body sinking into the leather seat, and
Alex reseated himself in my lap, his cute little butt hot, and a little
moist with perspiration, as he fit my cock between his thighs. He returned
his complete attention to his game, "Zombie Killer 4,"and I just
luxuriated, content with the boy I loved so much, and more than my own
life.

I had never been particularly interested in having anything to do with
boys, although I was bi before I met Alex and his mother. So, I knew what
two males could do together, and how much fun it could be, but I never
imagined the heaven that a love shared with a special boy could bring into
a lonely man's life.

Alex's mother had needed someone to take her son under their wing while she
cleaned her life up, and it had fallen to me for lack of someone else. As
Alex and I spent time together, we fell in love, a big, crashing love, and
it killed us both that we had to hide it, but we both knew the way the
world worked. I think that Alex's mom knew. But I also think she'd weighed
everything, and she found that situation was a net plus for her son. What
she didn't compute, was that it was a net plus for me, too, but I was
grateful for her acceptance.

She gave us every opportunity to be together, and she was happy whenever
Alex asked her if he could stay over at my place. More than once, she had
teasingly remarked to Alex how happy he was when he returned, and then
smiled at his subsequent bright red blushes. We often had dinner together,
the three of us, but Alex's mom was quite clear that I had no sexual
interest in her, and I think she was relieved.

Alex began to squirm on me in the most charming manner, and my dick, which
had been lying asleep under him, between his thighs, began to take an
interest in the cute bottom wiggling above it. Slowly, like a soldier
peeking over the top of a trench in World War I, even down to the helmet on
top, my dick rose up to stand next to Alex's cute 4 incher, also
circumcised, a cute pink shaft that could show a great deal of steel when
called on. He had only tiny wisps of curly light pubic hair nestled above
it, and smallish balls that could still produce a surprising amount of boy
cum.

Alex's dick had been soft, too, but when it felt its older brother standing
by, his cock, too, began to stiffen. All this while Alex tried to kill more
zombies.

I slowly reached around to grasp both cocks, standing at roughly the same
height, though mine in actuality was much longer and thicker than his
sweet, slim cigarillo. I stroked the two together, the feel of his hot,
moist meat against mine, quite provocative and exciting. I managed to
stroke Alex's dick a good bit more than mine, though the two were pressed
together, and I notice that, although he didn't say anything, Alex was much
quieter and had almost stopped moving at all, other than his hands on the
controller, but that his character on the monitor was missing the attacking
zombies more often than not, and actually forced to resort to hand to hand
combat.

I was just about to point out that Alex's game character was about to be
bitten by a particularly ugly zombie fat woman, when his dick erupted in
long streamers of white boy cum, shooting upwards several inches, then
falling more or less straight back, covering my hand, both our dicks, and
his stomach in sweet boy cum.

"Ummh!" Alex muttered. "You cheated," he said, but he didn't sound mad. He
turned his head to offer me his lips, and I took him up on the offer,
kissing his lovely sweet mouth, warm and wet, lips pressed passionately to
mine.. His arms went around my neck as he hung on, his body turned sideways
now. I used my spermy, slimy hand to cup his small round buttocks, and Alex
purred with pleasure. His dick was still hard, and I marveled.

"Your little dick is still hard, little boy," I said teasingly. "A man's
dick would be all worn out with the force of a cum like that."

He looked at me appraisingly. "It's a big enough dick to fit in your
bottom, daddy," he said, aware that words like that had the effect of
turning my wood into steel.

"Let's see about that, then," I said. He scooted up my body on the lounger,
both legs hanging to either side, his dick inches from my face, his hands
gripping the top of the chair to keep from slipping down. I sucked in his
cute 4", loving the taste of the boy, and looking forward to the taste of
the man he would someday become. After I cleaned it of the little bit of
sperm on it, and wet it as well as I could, Alex climbed down from the
chair.

Standing between my legs, he pushed my legs toward me, to indicate I should
lift them high, something he wouldn't be able to do on his own. Locking my
hands under my knees, I lifted them ear-high, and exposed my ass hole to
his view. Alex smiled on seeing my bottom once again. He enjoyed kissing me
there, and usually couldn't keep his mouth off my cock, and hole.

He spit into his hand, building a big, slimy loogie and applied it to my
brown hole, puckered and resisting.

"What, you're not going to lick me there?" I said, mock protesting. Alex
wrinkled his nose.

"It smells okay, but I'm not licking your hole except right after we shower
or take a bath," he said. I had recently warned him of the need to follow
safe sex practices, and he was being pretty good about that, though because
we were both exclusive with each other, we didn't use condoms. Still, I
wasn't about to give up kissing his cute little butt, and diddling his
tight, pink hole either my tongue - and from his squeals whenever I did
that, I didn't think he wanted me to stop, either.

Alex proceeded to work the saliva and mucus well into my hole, using
several fingers, relaxing my sphincter as well as lubricating me, then
proudly brought his cock head to my hole, and began pushing in.

"Your hole is so tight, I have to push to get it in," Alex complained.

"People pay extra for that," I joked. "Now, quit complaining and fuck me!"

Alex's slim cock slowly sunk into my ass until his small balls were resting
against it. Then he slowly pulled it out, then back in, moving a little
faster each time. The boy really had a talent for fucking, andI was the
grateful recipient of it. His cock made my ass feel full, and sent a
special shiver through me. Truth to tell, I'm not especially one for being
fucked, but I loved Alex so much, I would have done anything for him.

Alex andI settled into a rhythm, with his cock pounding in and out of my
hole, and me stroking my cock. We liked to try to time our orgasms to cum
at the same time.

"Yeah, fuck my tight ass, Alex!" I moaned, his dick humping me and making
me bounce up and down a little. His face was twisted up with pleasure
building, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth slack as his balls worked
overtime to produce sperm for him to fill me with, and as his brain filled
with the ecstasy of the moment.

"Unnnh," he muttered, lifting up on his toes to drive even deeper inside
me, a sure sign he'd be cumming soon, his hot boy jizz splashing inside my
rectum.

"Yeah, make me your hot slut, you fuckin' big stud, pound my man pussy with
your big, thick cock, fill my ass with your hot load of sperm! Fuck my
cunt, baby!!" I could feel Alex losing control, his rhythm becoming
spasmodic, as the overwhelming thought in his dick, was to get itself as
deep in my ass as possible. His other brain had already shut down, lol.

Alex's sweet little hips were pumping wildly, spit drooling from his mouth,
down his chin as he threw his head back in orgasmic ecstasy, long ropes of
boy cum pumping into my happy and eager ass. I could feel the creamy heat
of his orgasm coating me inside, and that sent me over the edge, my orgasm
spasming my cock, several spurts of my own, thick white man jizz flying
nearly straight up, but ending up on Alex's cute lower belly, startling him
a little. Alex giggled, then finished off in my ass, pushing in and out a
few times in a desultory fashion, to wrest the maximum from his cock
pleasure, and to give me all the cum he could manage.

Alex withdrew his cock, now slime covered, and sighed, then climbed back up
on my naked stomach and chest, his hairless young body warm and close, and
cuddled with me, as we both dozed off for the evening.

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