Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2006 12:31:04 -0800
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Cronicles of a Cocksucker part Six

	My Italian sports car, an Alpha Romero, Spyder, I called it Spidie,
got me lots of attention. Notably from a cop, it was hard to tell if he was
more interested in me, or my car. His first stop was to check my I.D. He
was sure there was a mistake in my age.

	He would ask with a smile, "Pretty nice car for someone as young as
you."

Even my age stated on my driver's license, he questioned as well. I didn't
mind him stopping me though, he had an easy manner with a few jokes and he
never gave me a ticket.

	One day I had broke down. The sports car was a beauty all right but
it was constantly in need of repair and I'm glad Bill gave me 'Carte
Blanche' at his mechanic's shop, Paul's Automotive.

	Paul was to-die-for-gorgeous. Not only was he hot, but smart. He
didn't just slap on oil filters, he was an expert at diagnosis and well
known for his ability and love in restoring European sports cars.

	When I broke down, guess who showed up but my favorite police
officer? I was blocking traffic. The car just stopped in the middle of the
street while I was making a left turn. Cars were going this way and that,
honking at me and angry insults were flying right and left. They acted as
if I deliberately stopped my car in the middle of the intersection. No one
would stop to help until Officer Dan showed up.

	"Trouble Mikie?"

	"Officer Dan, I'm so glad you're here." I could see his flashing
lights in my rear view mirror when he pulled up blocking me from being hit.

	"You steer over to that curb and I'll push," he said.

	"Thanks!"

	He walked in front of my car and with a stern look at the cars on
all sides, had them stop when he raised his hand. A two hundred and thirty
pound man that stood six-foot four and looked like a weight lifter in
uniform commands attention.

	No honking horns, no yelling of obscenities, the intersection was
quiet when he got behind and pushed my car as easy as pushing a shopping
cart through Macy's.

	I stuck my hand out to make a left turn and pulled my car next to
the curb.

	"Mikie, you're so cute putting your hand out like that. I had to
laugh, seeing you make your signal."

	"Well nothing was working on the car and I was so nervous. Nobody
would help me," I said in exasperation.

	"That's what I'm here for Mikie. Do you have a mechanic?"

	"Sure do, Paul at Paul's Automotive. I'll call on the cell and have
a tow-truck take the car in again. I was just there a month ago."

	"I know Paul, he's a good friend of mine. We belong to the same
sports car club. He works on my Austin."

	It was hard not to notice the body on officer Dan as he stood next
to me talking while I sat in the drivers seat; his crotch was level with my
face. I couldn't help but make out his package. He must wear either a jock
strap or tightie-whities, because the bulge was in one big lump that pushed
the fly of his pants out like he was wearing swim briefs rather than black
trousers. Even the trousers showed a considerable amount. After all, how do
you hide all that bulging muscle? It has to fill out somewhere, and his
uniform filled out very well.

	"Paul has always been helpful to me, but I'm not into cars like you
guys are. Is it fun, being in a sports car club?" I asked and put my hand
on the open window of my car, I could feel the heat from his bulge that
hung just above my hand.

	Dan heard a horn honk and turned to see what it was. When he did,
his basket grazed across the back of my hand sending a thrill up my
spine. I could tell he had a very meaty package.

	"I'll move my patrol car while you make that call. I've got a break
coming. I'll meet you at Paul's. Okay Mikie?"

	"Sure officer Dan. Thanks!"

	"That's what I'm here for, protect and to serve," he winked at me
and I could feel the full weight of his basket resting on my hand before he
turned and walked to his patrol unit.

	Dan was a gentle giant. I never felt afraid, or intimated by him
from the first time he stop me and asked to see my license. His smile had
dimples and the sparkling white teeth were a perfect match. He was like the
big brother I always wanted and fantasized about, someone big and strong
who'd watch over me.

	The tow truck driver knew me too. Paul told me to call a guy named
Bull, tow guy if I couldn't get the car to him. He worked at a gas station
near Paul's shop. He was a great guy too. I guess it was the way he was
built. Thick and a bit heavy and always chomping on a cigar that he got the
name Bull. He would make me laugh with his stories about being in the
marines and I think he enjoyed my company. I sewed a button on his uniform
shirt once when it popped off while he was hoisting my car up on his tow
truck. I carry a small sewing kit for emergencies, and he really
appreciated it. I sat next to him in his tow truck as he drove us to the
repair shop, me sewing the button on, good as new, while he told tales of
life in the marines. I think he liked being a marine more than anything
else.

	He always said when I'd call, "That button you sewed on? It will
outlast this damn shirt. That's a fact."

	I'd giggle and tell him I'd be glad to sew on any buttons that
needed it. He'd laugh and ask where I broke down this time, and come
straight out and pick me up.

	Bull pulled into Paul's and I jumped out to tell him the car was
here. Paul said Dan, was on the line and said he decided to take the rest
of the day off. If I'd wait around a bit he would swing by and give me a
ride home. I told Paul to say thanks; I'd like that.

	Bull had the car down and was ready to pull out when I waved
goodbye. He winked with a grin and that stogie of his chomped in his big
jarhead mouth. He was pretty good guy and I thought hot in a rough way. He
liked his marine haircut and always wore his work shirt with the sleeves
rolled up that showed off his Marine Corps logo tattooed on the side of his
pumped bicep.

	"I'll take a look at the car. What happened?" Paul asked.

	"It just stopped dead right in traffic, no signals nothing. Officer
Dan was there and helped me get it over to the curb." I followed Paul out
to where the car sat in his lot. "He said you guys are in the same car
club."

	"We sure are and looking forward to this weekend's rally. We're
driving up in the mountains on a course, staying at private resort in the
woods and doing some rides on the back roads the next day."

	"Gosh that sounds like fun."

	"Why don't you join our club Mikie?" Paul asked.

	"Oh, you guys know all about cars, even Volkswagens beat me at the
lights. I'm afraid to get a dent in my car, it's so beautiful."

	Paul popped the hood and looked inside. He was so hot in a natural
way. A body made strong by hard work and he had a great attitude. I noticed
how nice his pants fit his ass. In fact everything fit real well.

	"Well it was made to race Mikie." Paul said and stood up wiping his
hands on a shop rag.

	"Oh, I know. I'm not the race type though. I sure do love riding in
a sports car with someone who knows what their doing. What a thrill that
is!"

Paul smiled while cleaning his hands and looked me up and down before
turning back to his office. "Mikie I won't be able to get your car ready if
I need to order something. You know the routine with these high performance
foreign cars."

	"That's okay, I have some books for the weekend and a show I'd like
to see." I said following behind him.

	"Hey!" It was officer Dan pulling in the lot in his full sized
pick-up.

I smiled and waved as he got out and walked to us.

	"Thanks for giving me a ride. I could take the bus home, but
getting a ride with you would be great." I had to look up, because he
towered over me so.

He ruffled my hair, "Glad to Mikie. How's the car?" he then shook Paul's
hand.

	"It might need a part so I'm out of commission for the weekend."

	"I told him about our rally this weekend," Paul said.

	"That's a great idea! Mikie, I've seen you drive, no offense,
you're a real safe driver, but I could give you some tips that would set
your tail on fire boy. Would you like a few pointers? Come with me, I
always get a big room, you can stay with me."

	Did I just hear heaven's call? I thought.

	"Gee officer Dan..."

	"Dan, Mikie. Just call me Dan,"

	I looked up at him, he was so fucking hot, in his civilian clothes
you could see every muscle in his torso, every cut in his stomach, his
bulging pecs and his nips that stood up perky and luscious. Big arms that
made the sleeves of his T look like they were about to rip. His huge wide
chest narrowed to a tiny waist and then a solid big ass on tree trunk
legs. No fat at all where his belt held the jeans and his T-shirt tucked
in. The black boots made him even taller.  I couldn't imagine how I was
going to keep from looking at him if he walked around nude in the room we'd
share. I don't know if I could keep myself from touching him or at least
asking if I could.

	I had more of a boy's body. Not that I was soft. I had
definition. I was just smaller than other guys and my smooth baby like skin
didn't help. I still didn't shave like other guys. Bull always looked like
he needed a shave. Didn't matter what time of the day. Paul was fair like
me but Dan, he was a black haired, gray eyed walking wonder.

	Everyone seemed to like to ruffle my hair, I was always pushing it
back out of my eyes when they did this, but I liked the way they grinned at
me afterward, so I never told them to stop. And I did have a cute little
bubble butt that seemed to get more than a few glances when I walked
by. Even my mom said she wished she had pouty lips like mine; she'd never
need lipstick. Dad of course cringed when she said this, but I took it as a
complement.

	"Well Mikie. What do you say? Have something better to do?"

	"I'd love too and thanks for the offer of teaching me some driving
tips. I know I could use some."

	"No problem buddy. Paul, we'll see you tomorrow at Flapping Jacks?"
Dan asked and then put his hand on my shoulder guiding me to his truck.

	"See ya first thing in the morn, and let the best man win," Paul
said with a smile and a goodbye wave.

	"Is this going to be a race?" I asked getting in his truck, which
was a bit difficult because the cab was up so high. Dan didn't seem to have
any trouble at all; he just got in while I had to climb in.

	"Well, not officially, but yeah. We really kick ass out there and
Paul is one tough driver to beat. He's smart as a fox."

	"I'll try and help you if I can." I said as we drove to my place.

	"You just hang on tight bud, you're going to have the ride of your
life," he ruffled my hair as I looked up at him with my pouted lips that I
moistened with a lick of the tongue.

	Dan told me to be ready, I was to keep it light, don't carry to
much clothing since we would be crammed in his Austin Healy.

It's a good thing I got up early because I just poured a cup of coffee when
a knock came at the door early the next morning. I packed my bag the night
before and had it sitting by the door.

	"Come in."

	Dan opened the door, "Hey, I'm glad to see you ready."

	"Have time for a cup before we go?" I asked.

	"Sure bud, thanks." He walked over where I was and looked around
while I got a cup and poured him coffee.

	Handing his mug to him he said, "You have a swell place here, how
in hell do you afford all this, if you don't mind me asking?"

	"Friends in high places," I said with a grin.

	"I have a house out in the burbs, It's a mess, I think the garage
is cleaner since I spend most of my time there when off duty."

	"You look like you spend most of your time in the gym. You have a
great body."

	He smiled with a blush, "Gotta keep in shape to catch the bad
guys."

The zipper on his leather flight jacket was open and his tight white
T-shirt showed off every muscle. So did his blue jeans.

	Dan took a few gulps of coffee. I could see he was in a hurry, so I
reached across in front of him to get my windbreaker and my hand brushed
across the bulge in his crotch. Dan didn't move; he just stood there
drinking his coffee as I retrieved my breaker and brushed across again,
only now the bulge seemed to have grown since my first graze. I put the
wind breaker on while he finished his coffee and I noticed that he pushed
his hips out just a bit to make sure I had a good look at his package. He
was packing either a gun or a ton of fun.

	"Well buddy, should we hit the road?" he said messing my hair.

	"I'm ready and able Captain." After brushing my hair back and
unplugging the coffee, putting our cups in the sink I went to get my bag by
the door, but Dan was already there holding it for me with the door opened.

	"Thanks, I can carry it," I said locking the door behind us.

	"It sure is light Mikie," Dan said hoisting the bag up and down.

	"Well you told me to pack light and that's what I did."

	"Are you going to be warm enough, we're going up in the mountains
you know."

	"Sure, this windbreaker works real well."

	"Well, just in case it doesn't, let me know. I'll make sure you're
warm," he then slapped my ass in a playful way. His whole hand hit both my
butt cheeks and while he was putting my bag in the trunk, bending over a
bit, I thought, I couldn't cover one of his ass cheeks with a smack of my
hand; he was so much bigger than me.

	We got in his British-racing-green Austin with the hood down and
took off with a squeal. It was a real thrill and we were such a handsome
couple. Everyone, men and women would look at us when we pulled up to a
light.

	When we hit the open road it was still early in the morning. Dan
was right, I was freezing but I didn't want to say anything, in fear he
might think I was whining or wanted the top put on and it was way to much
fun riding with it down. Dan must have noticed because when we stopped for
a light in a small town, he took his leather jacket off and put it around
me.

	"If your goose bumps got any bigger, they'd be as big as your
biceps," He said grinning.

 	I wrapped myself in his leather flight jacket. Oh to smell the
leather and him made my dick so hard in my baggy shorts. I was able to tuck
my legs underneath me and get covered in his heady warm jacket that came to
his waist when he wore it.

	"Thanks Dan, that did the trick."

	"Anytime little buddy, you should have put more clothes on, but I
have to say, you look pretty damn good in those shorts. They fit your butt
real nice."

	"I have a tailor friend of mine that I take my clothes too. I have
to buy my wardrobe in the boys department because nothing in men's fits
me. It's so embarrassing."

	Dan reached over with one hand while driving with other and fixed
the collar on the jacket so it covered the back of my neck and
ears. "Mikie, you're as cute as a button, as my mom used to say. Did you
know that?" He ran his hand through my blond hair and then stroked the side
of my face with his fingers. It sent a chill up my spine to have him touch
me.

	I looked up at him and then reached over and put my hand on his arm
after he put it back on the steering wheel from stroking the side of my
cheek. "I think you're pretty good looking too Dan. I've never met anyone
built as big as you."

	He blushed with a big smile and then laughed. "You like my build
Mikie? Why don't we get a little more comfortable," then Dan took my hand
and put it on his thigh near his crotch and after that, put his arm around
my shoulder drawing me near him so my head rested on his side under his
arm. His body gave off an incredible amount of heat. His side was solid and
muscled and very warm in spite of the wind chill factor. He didn't seem to
mind the cold at all. I let my hand go to his crotch and he spread his legs
a little wider so I could feel him all I wanted. My hand couldn't cover his
entire basket. I had to move my fingers around to feel it all. It was
big. His dick was big, his balls were big, he was just one big guy, and I
couldn't wait to see him nude or taste that luscious cock I've yet to
see. He just smiled and drove while I feasted on feeling him up. He moved
his arm so that he could play with my nipple under the jacket. He rubbed it
lightly with his finger making it hard and getting me excited until a wet
spot formed on my shorts.

	"Looks like your dick's getting hard Mikie," he reached down and
rubbed my cock in my shorts and then went back to playing with my nipple."

	"Dan, I'll shoot if you keep this up. Can I pull your cock out?"

	"I'll get that bad boy out for you, we have a few minutes before
we're at Flapping Jacks," he unzipped his jeans, reached in and hauled out
the biggest dick. It flipped up hard like his body, coming almost to his
chest.

	I reached over and put my two hands around it. "Fuck, this is
really big," Bending over I started licking it like a lollipop. "Dan, I
love your dick, its beautiful, just like you are."

	"You like that Mikie? Like playing with that barracuda of mine?" I
looked up and saw him smiling at me, just driving down the road with that
big fucking dick of his hanging out and me licking and feeling it.

	"I love playing with it Dan. I could do this all day. Can I suck
it?"

	"If you can get your mouth on it. Sure kid, go ahead."

	I admit it held a challenge, this dick wasn't just long, it was as
big around as I could get my two hands too hold it. That dick of his called
to me, I put my lips on the head, working it and getting it good and
wet. Some pre-cum came out and I lapped at the slit, using my tongue to
coat the rest of the head of his cock and then I relaxed. Making sure I
relaxed the muscles in my jaw, and it was hard too because I was real
excited, I took the whole head in. As it filled my mouth I started to suck
on it, nurse it.

	"Oh baby that's good. You got the head in. I can't believe it. You
have the whole fucking head of my cock in that boy mouth of yours Mikie."

	It was a lot of cock too. I only had the head in my mouth and there
was more. A lot more to go before I got down where my nose would be tickled
by his short hairs, smelling his hot cop crotch. I had a lot more fucking
cock to go.

	"Mikie we're almost there, you gotta let my cock get soft honey so
I can get the horse back in the barn."

	It looked like a horse's cock too, "Okay, but it's all I can think
about Dan. It won't be long will it before I can play with the pony?"

	"No baby, not long, but I can't walk around saying hello to the
gang with my fucking dick hanging out."

	"You would look so hot Dan if you did."

	"Thanks honey, but the guys wouldn'..."

	"You're right, if you did that, I'd never get a chance to have it
myself."

	Dan laughed and took his hand off my nipple, giving my hair a
tussle, "We'll I wouldn't want to deprive a hot-shot like you? Your going
to help me out on the course, I'll have to make sure you get treated real
good."

	Dan put his hands on the wheel and up ahead I could see other
sports cars on the road. I looked back at Dan's dong now arching out over
the seat, it had softened about half way but hadn't loss any size. It was
just as big only softer and I wanted to get back to playing with his cock.

	I think I'll drive around the block once, give that cannon some
time to cool down. Now don't keep staring at it Mikie. It makes me want
that mouth of yours on it."

	"Okay, I'll behave. But it's hard not too."

	"Tell you what, find the chart in the glove compartment. Get it out
and put our names on the top and the mileage in after I pull up to the
diner.

	"Will do Captain," I said with a salute.

	"That's a good soldier, maybe then I can stick this sausage back
in."

	His grin was infectious. He had the prettiest eyes and
dimples. That raven black hair, cut short and smart with a kind of spiked
front at the forehead, made him look like an American hero. And he was in
my eyes.

	When he pulled up in the parking lot of Flapping Jacks there were
sports cars everywhere, along with the hottest guys.

	"Hey Dan, who's riding shotgun?" one of the guys asked as we
parked.

	"Wouldn't you like to know? He's my bud, Mikie."

	"Mikie, meet Stan, the slowest guy on the road," Dan said, getting
out of his car and shaking hands with a tall good-looking man. He had pins
attached to his jacket and a clipboard.

	"Stan's going to take the mileage, and our names, but if he asks
for your phone number, you don't have to give him that," he said to me with
a wink.

	"Hi Stan. This is my first rally and it sure looks like fun."

	"Well, I hope we see more of you. Sure do, hope we see a lot more
of you," Stan said, leaning over and checking our mileage and I think me as
well.

	"Paul is in the coffee shop. I think you have time for breakfast
before we begin," Stan said.

	I took off the leather jacket and handed it back to Dan who put it
on but left the zipper open. He took my hand and said thanks to Stan before
walking to the coffee shop. It was wonderful to see all the guys look at us
as we walked through the crowd, and I'm glad Dan had my hand because it
would have been hard to maneuver through the crowd on my own. Dan seemed to
part the sea of guys with his size and I felt safe with him and very proud
to have such a friend.

	Inside, the booths were crowded with hot guys. But in one booth
Paul had his hand raised and when Dan got sight of him he made a beeline
with me in tow.

	"About time you got here, been saving you two a seat," Paul said.

	"Hey little buddy," Bull said sitting across from Paul. He scooted
over to make room for me. Dan took the seat next to Paul.

	"You have a sports car too Bull?" I asked.

	"Naw, I don't drive them, I just haul them," he said, "I'm here in
case any of you get in trouble along the route. Got my tow truck parked
around the corner."

	"Gee I'm glad to hear that," I said.

	Paul piped in, " We all chip in for Bull's room at the resort. Nice
of him to follow along in case any of us break down."

	"What'll it be Hon," a waitress came up while we were talking. She
had flaming red hair and was thin as a rail with the reddest lipstick and a
pencil stuck in her hair.

	"Coffee and the Flapping Jack Special," Paul said.

	Taking the pencil out of her hair she scribbled on the order form
while Dan and Bull gave her the same order.

	"That's three flapping specials, what about the kid?"

	"Do you have a small portion of Flapping Jacks?" I asked.

	"Sure Hon, want milk or juice."

	"Coffee," I answered.

	The waitress looked at Dan as if he was my dad to see if it was
okay.

	"If the kid wants coffee, let him have it," Dan said with one of
his infectious grins.

	"Three full orders of Flappin' Jacks. One child portion, and four
coffees, is that right Hon?" she asked no one in particular.

	"Sounds good," Paul said.

	When the waitress walked back to the kitchen I said, "Gad, she
thought I was too young for coffee just because I can't eat a whole lot."

	Bull put his arm around me and gave me a quick hug. "Ahh, you don't
worry none, your fine just the way you are. Ain't that right guys," Bull
said to the Paul and Dan.

	"Sure as hell is," Dan said.

	"Looks like a great day. Sun will be shinning and not much wind,"
Paul said as he handed Dan a booklet. "Here's the course route with
locations for pit stops. Bull has his already."

	Dan took a look at the booklet and then handed it to me, "Here ya
go co-pilot," he said smiling.

	I took the booklet and my heart started to race when I opened
it. There was a directional list with mileages between turns on one side of
the directions, and total miles on the other with the resort at the
finish. While I was studying the route, the busboy had our coffee on the
table

	"Looks like Mikie is hooked," Paul said.

	I looked up and the guys were smiling at each other. The waitress
was there with a tray handing out platters of pancakes and bacon.

	I looked at mine and it was huge for a small, but the guys' plates
were even bigger.

	"They don't short you here at Flappin' Jacks. That's for damn
sure." Bull said when he saw my expression of the pancakes stacked high on
each plate and the strips of bacon piled up on their sides.

	"I'm having so much fun, thanks to you guys."

	"Well, we're glad you are and just wait when we all head out. You
ain't seen nothing yet," Dan said as I felt his boot rub against my leg.

	We ate and talked, mostly the men talking with each other. I
couldn't help but look at the course booklet, trying to figure out where
the turns would be. I wanted to be the best co-pilot and make Dan proud of
me.

	"Hey guys, its about time for us to get ready," Paul announced.

	I looked up and the place was emptying out, a lot of the booths
were now vacant with piles of plates left on the tables.

My plate was still about half done but I was already full.

	Dan reached over, and while he took the bacon I left, said, "You
gonna eat that partner?"

	I smiled, "It's yours Dan, I'm stuffed." I looked at the table and
the three of them had finished everything on their plates to my
amazement. I've never seen men eat so much and not have an ounce of fat on
them. Bull was thick, and a bit of a gut, but he was as solid as his name.

	Taking out my wallet to pay for my bill, Paul stopped me and said
he had taken care of it, so I thanked him and we walked out to our cars,
Bull walking to the street corner where his tow truck was parked on a side
street.

	Dan's car had, like all the other sports cars, numbers taped to the
sides of the doors. It was so official looking and cars began to line up at
the start line with a crowd of onlookers standing on the sidewalk. We got
in and I checked to see that the number on route booklet was the same for
our car.

	Dan looked so happy, waving to friends and beaming. I think he was
proud that he had me in his car because a lot of guys were watching us as
we pulled out and got in place for the start.

	The cars were revving and everyone seemed excited. There was a bang
from the start gun and the rally started to move forward. At first the pace
was slow through the small town near the base of the mountains as
towns-people cheered us on, but as we got out of town and there was less
traffic the speed picked up and soon we were zooming along.

	What a thrill it was to feel the sports car's engine vibrate while
Dan went through the gears, every once in a while passing someone. The
scenery whizzed by on a beautiful sunlit day, and the wind blew on us while
we sped up the mountain road.

	I kept an eye on our mileage to see when our turns were coming up
but Dan seemed to know where to turn before I could say anything, I guess
it was his instincts as a cop. I put my hand on his thigh like I use too
with Bill and made Dan smile. He moved my hand over to his ample basket and
I began to knead the meat in his jeans. Soon he undid the fly and let his
cock and balls spring out. They were so fucking big, big balls, big cock,
just like he was-big.

	With my small size and his big dick, I could easily lean over and
begin to lick and suck his cock. It wasn't long before I was back to
fitting that bad boy in my mouth and Dan was loving it. I had the head in,
all nice and slick and while the engine vibrated and we bounced around on
the mountain roads I began to work more of his cock in my mouth, then down
my throat and before long I was pumping my face up and down on that fucking
dick of his. God it was good too. Big fucking hard dick that stayed hard,
and up. It was amazing for its size to stand tall as it did and I worked
that fucker over and over with my mouth and lips.

	Before long, his pubic hairs tickled my lips, and he was groaning
and moaning. I'd get way down on that fucker and just suck. Kept it down my
throat and suctioned that dick of his while both my hands held on to the
base of his cock.

	Dan put his hand on the back of my head and pushed until my mouth
hit bottom and then let up. "Jesus, Mikie you are one fucking good
cocksucker. You know that sweet lips. You are a great dick licker."

	His cock was slick with my spit and his cock juice. The slime let
me slide up and down that pole over and over. I could feel it going down my
throat and coming back out. Feel it fill me with hot cock, the way I liked
it, the way I wanted it.

	The miles went on and my mouth did too. I'd stop and look at that
slick piece of meat glistening in the sunlight before I dove back down and
heard him moan some more. He let me have all the cock I wanted as much as I
wanted. Sucking on the head, lapping at his piss slit, I was able to lick
his balls, lapping them while trying to get the big globes in my mouth as
both my hands stroked up and down his cock and Dan drove faster and faster.

	He reached over and pulled my shorts and underwear down, taking my
dick in his hand, he started to jack me. Before I could stop him, I started
to shoot long and hard. I shot all over the cab of his car.

	"Christ, Mikie. Your spunk is everywhere. You shot off really fast
baby. But that dick of yours is still hard."

	 I stopped a moment in my cock sucking, "I'm a fast shooter and my
reload works pretty good too," I said before going down on his dick once
more.

	"I think I'll feel up that little boy butt of yours a while, before
you shoot again. You've got the prettiest ass, small and round. I bet that
little hole of yours is sweet tasting." His fingers that were rubbing my
nuts went down to my crack where he used some of my spunk to lube my butt
hole. "That little hole of yours Mikie is as tight as a duck's ass, baby."

	I cuddled up on his stomach, nursing his cock and spread my legs so
he had good access to my butt. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and
squeezed, played with my hole, licked his finger and played with my
butt-hole, finger fucking me as he drove his car around the mountain roads
with one hand.

	"Shit baby, this is good. I can't wait to get to the lodge and
strip you down. I'm gonna eat you like a chocolate cream pie, Honey."

	"While I nursed and sucked Dan's prick, he didn't seem like he was
going to cum anytime soon. All the while pre-cum would glisten at his piss
slit and tasted real good. I got all the nectar I would ever want, but that
meaty dick wouldn't give me any of the jizz milkshake I longed
for. Determine to get him to cum before the finish line, I focused all my
talents on that monster cock. I stroked, sucked, licked, I moaned and
groaned while I had his dong down my throat and swirled my tongue around
the head. It stayed hard and up the whole time while I tried everything I
knew to milk it for its honey.

	Dan drove on, sometimes his hand left my ass so he could shift
gears or to use both hands on the steering wheel, but as soon as he was
done, his fingers went back to feeling my butt, cock and balls. When he saw
I was about ready to shoot though, he would back off. I would look up into
his eyes with a pleading look when I was about to cum. He'd smile at me,
give a wink and then push my head down on his cock.

	What control he had, it was incredible, but I was determine to make
the giant mine. I had my legs spread so he could enjoy feeling my little
butt, and my dick and balls. All the while my lips, tongue and throat
roamed over his cock, my hands reached under his shirt, feeling the
six-pack abs and hard pecs with his nipples jutting out. He was like an
iron-man, every muscle toned and bulging. The man smells from his groin was
an aphrodisiac to me. When my face went into his pubes, his cock deep down
my throat, I would bliss out and moan from being filled with his big dick
while smelling and feeling the heat of his crotch. My legs spread, I bent
them over so my little hairless butt-hole could wink at him. He rubbed it
and fingered it and grabbed the cheeks of my ass while I blew and sucked
mile after mile.

	"Mikie, honey. Were near the finish line. We'll be at the lodge
before long."

	"Dan, I want some cum from your big dick," I pleaded holding on to
his dick, slick with my spit.

	"You're going to get some too baby, but later tonight. I've got a
real surprise for you."

	"A surprise?" I said going back to licking the piss slit when more
of his clear nectar formed at the opening.

	"You'll find out later, but right now, we gotta get ourselves
ready, a crowds going to be there. There's a rag under the seat, why don't
you clean up some of that boy jizz you splattered all over and let my cock
get soft enough to put back in the garage. Okay baby? You're going to get a
lot more cock later on. I promise you."

	"Promise?"

	"Don't you trust me? I'm a cop, would I lie to you baby?" Dan took
a quick look at the road and then kissed me so tenderly.

	"I don't want you to wear out before the party starts baby, this
was just a warm up to what I've got planned," he smacked my butt in a
playful way and then put both hands on the wheel as he passed another
car. I decided to leave my underwear and shorts off until the last reaching
under the seat and finding the shop rag, I made it a point to kneel and
bend over giving him a good view of my rosebud when my cheeks spread.

	"Baby, you're such a fucking tease. Put your shorts back on, I
can't be looking at that pretty little boy-butt of yours and get this
barracuda of mine back in my pants."

	I gave him one of my devilish grins and laughed, "Okay, I'll behave
if I have too." Slowly like a stripper, I pulled up my jockeys, first
covering one cheek and then the other. I knew Dan was watching me. After I
finished with that I rubbed my ass and bent over showing him my butt
covered with the thin cotton white underwear, delaying to raise my baggy
shorts. Finally just as I was buttoning them, keeping my legs spread, I
looked over to see Dan's cock start to go soft. It lay between his legs,
hanging over the car seat just a bit. He was waiting for it to get a little
softer before he could pull it back into his shorts and pants. It was
beautiful. His legs spread with his balls laying in the seat and that
thick, long cock of his going over his nuts with part of the shaft and head
hanging over the edge. It was all I could do not to get on the floorboard
and look up at his magnificent tool, waiting for me to nurse it again.

	I had just finished cleaning up from our playing around when I
looked up and saw the lodge coming in view. It was so pretty. A deep blue
sky against snow capped mountains in a pine forest and a clearing of green
meadow where the wood lodge made from logs and stone stood majestic. Flags
waved in front and a banner came into view. Some sports cars were already
there at the finish line. And a crowd of people lined the driveway to the
lodge.

	I looked over at Dan, who had put his horse back in the corral and
he looked over at me, gave me a wink and then ruffled my hair.

	"How you doing sport. Having a good time?"

	"I' sure am Dan, I'm having the time of my life."

	"That's good. Tonight, your going to say that again," he said and
then pulled me up to kiss me once more before we drove to the entrance of
the lodge.



Please let me know if you enjoy the stories. I like hearing from people,
it's a great reward to a writer, to hear people enjoy their stories.


mgleich@earthlink.net


The second part of this, what happens at the lodge, will be the next story
in the series. The posting of which depends on time and how much interest
there is in the stories.

Thanks to those who have taken the effort to tell me how much they like
Mikie's adventures in Chronicles of a Cocksucker.