Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 13:21:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lick It or Ticket, Ch 1 (M/t, oral, anal, mast) - resend

This story involves descriptions of a sexual encounter between 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 children.
Exploitation of children is evil.  Please visit my website at
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"It was nice of your father to loan you his Viper, Mark," Jason Harris
said. He shifted his body in the passenger bucket seat of the sports car,
his slim, tanned 16 year old legs flexed in the direction of his best
friend, Mark Parker, who, also 16, was struggling to look as though he was
at all familiar with the 5 speed gearbox of the slick vehicle.  Jason's
blond hair fluttered in the breeze, as the convertible cruised along the
sunny, rural California road. They climbed higher and higher into the
scenic hills.

What Mark hadn't told Jason, was that his father hadn't exactly "loaned"him
the metallic blue sports car, but rather had told him he could drive to the
mall, and no further. Instead, Mark had taken a little bit of a side trip
in order to impress Jason. It was important to Mark what Jason thought
about things. He'd been his best friend ever since he could remember, and
he felt a special attachment to his athletic buddy.

"Um, yeah," Mark muttered absently. His attention was focused mainly on his
driving, but the attractively hairless thighs and calves of his best friend
were becoming attractions he had difficulty ignoring. Mark wouldn't admit
it consciously to himself, perhaps he never would, but he enjoyed looking
at Jason. He told himself that it was because guys could be just as
attractive as girls, and in a non-sexual way. "After all", he'd tell
himself, "everybody likes looking at that statue of that naked guy,
`David'." True enough, but not everyone got a boner from it. Well, maybe
not a boner for our repressed friend Mark, but certainly a pleasant tingle
from looking at `David's' thick cock, and perfectly rounded male ass.

As for Jason, Mark's beautiful image had long filled his imagination. His
longish dark brown hair, tangled and tousled, even at the best of times;
clear, penetrating blue eyes, like windows on the skies over some
lesser-traveled tropical isle; a short, snub nose, deliciously frosted with
a sprinkling of boyish freckles, made more intense by the hot rays of the
July sun in southern California; his dazzling white teeth, made perfect by
the imperfection of their slight uneveness, and a tiny gap between the
front two. His teeth were often visible, as Mark's default expression was
to a ready, open smile. Some saw that smile as confidence, maybe even
sometimes as a kind of arrogance, but Jason knew it was only the visible
proof of Mark's friendly nature.

Jason had more and more imagined his best friend in different sexual
circumstances, as Jason became more and more aware that he was gay, and so,
so in love with Mark.  Beautiful himself, Jason's blond hair, brown eyes,
trim build and general good looks gained him the attention of many of the
girls in their junior year at Castle High School, but his real interest was
in Mark. Alone in his bed at night, he masturbated picturing Mark's soft,
full lips pressed against his, his hands seeking out Mark's erect cock,
though he'd never quite seen it yet, his heavy balls filling his palm.

God, thoughts of Mark's lovely, round and firm, boyish ass naked for him to
kiss and lick, easily brought Jason off, time and again. Many an evening,
Jason would leisurely stroke his 5" cock, circumcised and a deep red at the
plump cock head, speeding up his movement, and caressing his hairless
balls, and sometimes even sliding a finger up his tight, hot rosebud
asshole, as he imagined sucking Mark's dick, or persuading Mark to fuck him
in his still-virginal ass.

Invariably, Jason's throbbing cock would spurt long streams of his thick
boy cum, pooling all over his stomach. Sometimes, Jason would lick up his
emissions rather than clean them up with a tissue or sock, as he didn't
want his parents to think he was jacking off all the time. He'd go to sleep
with the pleasant taste and smell of boy cum on his tongue and in his
nostrils.

Those very same thoughts now were giving the cute boy another hard on, and
he hoped that Mark hadn't noticed, though he always harbored a secret
desire that Mark would notice. He snuck looks at his crotch, and
unobtrusively tried to move his cock up against his flat stomach, so that
it wouldn't tent out the faded blue denim fabric.

As for Mark, he was just really coming into the maelstrom of adolescent
sexual desire, and when he, too, masturbated, he wasn't quite sure what the
thoughts were that brought him his greatest pleasure, though he insisted to
himself that there could be nothing better than fucking a girl's soft and
rounded body, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy, then, her
ass. There was something about being inside an imaginary lover's ass that
always excited him more than anything else, though he sometimes liked to
pretend that she was sucking his 6" cock, too.

The two boys were chatting about nothing in particular, idly flirting with
each other (though they had no idea that was what they were doing), and
pretending that they were wealthy playboys cruising the countryside, when
they heard a short, loud `whoop-whoop' behind them. Jason craning his neck
around, even as Mark glanced in the rearview mirror, saw that they were
being followed by a county sheriff's car, and one of the cops inside was
waving at them, directing them to an overgrown driveway, off the roadway.
The old farm house the driveway had once led to was long gone, Mark
noticed, as he pulled the car in and braked to a stop, out of sight of the
road, but closely followed by the police car. The dappled noontime sunlight
filtered through the leaves of the ancient oak tree towering over the car.

What the boys didn't know, was that the two sheriff's deputies inside,
decent enough guys, had been jacking each other off earlier and talking
about other lovers they'd had, and had managed to work themselves up into a
sexual frenzy. They'd received a radio call from their supervisor asking
where they were, and what they were up to, forcing them to put a halt to
their pleasant interlude, and get back to work. It was with that
frustration in mind, that they pulled the two young boys over in the very
rural California mountains.

"Shit!" Mark muttered. "What did we do? My dad's gonna kill me!" As he sat
there, hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel, Jason looked
at him sympathetically, feeling some of Mark's trepidation.

"I'm sure it's nothing," he consoled his friend, though he had no idea what
the problem could be. Jason ran his fingers through his golden hair, trying
to straighten it up a little.  As the boys waited nervously, the
well-shined black shoes of the police officer approaching on the driver's
side scraped over the old gravel of the driveway. Mark noticed a decrepit
chimney, the only remnant of the old farmhouse, standing forlornly yards
away, as though the house were giving him the finger. As Jason turned to
look at the cop, he peripherally noticed that a second officer, with glossy
black hair, approached their car on the passenger side.

Mark looked up at the cop standing by the driver's side. He seemed
impossibly tall, and appeared to be in his twenties, and well
built. Jason's first impression was that the cop was cute, with thick blond
hair, about 6' 2" tall, and muscular. His eyes were completely
indecipherable behind his mirrored sunglasses, standard cop issue.

Mark barely noticed any of that, of course, as nervous as he was. He did
notice the cop's uniform twill slacks showing a long, thin bulge at his
crotch, and vaguely wondered at the small wet spot at the end of the
bulge. The blond cop spoke, his voice deep and masculine.

"Are you aware that you were doing 5 miles over the speed limit, sir? And
that neither you nor your passenger are wearing your seatbelts? It IS state
law, you know."

"Um, I'm sorry, officer," Mark quavered, the fear of what his father would
do to him if he got a ticket causing an intense butterfly attack in his
stomach. "I'm really sorry..." he said, having no idea how he was going to
get out of this.

After reviewing the boy's driver's license, registration and insurance
card, and finding them in order, the blond-haired cop signaled with his
eyes to his dark-haired partner that there was little to concern them, and
thought that the two of them might have a little fun, if the two boys
before them were willing. He paused, then began his speech.

"Sir, we usually take in violators to our substation to be held for a
hearing, or until bail is raised," the blond cop began.

"Oh, gosh! My dad would kill me! Please is there any way you could, like,
give me a warning or something. I'd really be grateful, and I promise I'd
never, ever do anything like this again..." Mark asked, his voice squeaking
slightly at the end.

Eyeing his partner, and seeing his slight nod, the blond cop looked
fiercely down at the boy through his mirrored sunglasses. "Sir, are you
trying to bribe me?" he growled. His partner suppressed a grin.

"No, no sir!" Mark stammered. "I'd never try to bribe a cop, I mean, police
officer!"

When the cop spotted Jason's erection, and the wet spot it had caused in
his shorts, he decided that this little bit of fun could go a little
farther. Jason was shifting nervously in his seat, unconsciously sending
the two cops signals that he was more than willing, as his shorts had
ridden up on his thighs, and his small sack was hanging out of the left leg
hole.  The cops interpreted that innocent move as a come on. The blond
cop's dick by now was every bit as hard, and long, as it had been in his
partner's tight grasp.

"Sir, step out of the car", the blond cop said, intentions indecipherable
behind his reflective sunglasses. Mark, a look of confusion on his face,
did as the cop ordered, uncertain as to what he should do next. He halfway
raised his arms, as though surrendering, vaguely remembering episodes of
`Cops' where the perps, usually shirtless, had put their hands on their
heads, at least after a brief chase. "Put your hands down, kid," the cop
said, as his partner on the passenger side snorted, stifling a laugh. Jason
looked up at him, the cop's crotch at the same level as Jason's deep brown
eyes. That was when Jason noticed this cop had a fat looking woody in the
crotch of his pants, and was cute, to boot.

"Turn around, put your hands on the hood, and spread your legs," the blond
cop ordered.  Mark hastened to do as he was ordered, wondering why his cock
was choosing this particular time to begin lengthening in his shorts, like
a snake slowly awakening and sliding down his leg. Mark jumped when he felt
the cop's strong hands on his waist, then sliding down intimately to his
hips, beginning to pat him down in a search for weapons or contraband.

The cop's hands began at the waistband of Mark's shorts, outlining and
defining his slim, boyish hips. After reaching mid-thigh, just after his
denim gave way to naked boy flesh, the cop's hands circled around the back
of his hairless thighs, just under the curve of Mark's cute ass, making
Mark giggle nervously, then pushed back up again, his open thumbs, palms
and fingers cupping and holding Mark's firm young butt. Mark felt a
subservient thrill course through him at this unexpected familiarity shown
by the cop. The cop's mouth began watering, relishing the boy's perfect
ass. With any luck he might get to kiss that sweet little boy bottom.

The cop covered every inch of Mark's slim, young body with his sensitive
fingertips, including the boy's crotch, which by this point was as hard as
a steel rod. His hand slowly sliding over Mark's young cock, the cop
estimated the boy's dick at about six inches in length, pretty good size
for a boy so young.

"Um," Mark murmured, but further comment was cut off by the cop's hand
suddenly slipping over his mouth, lightly, but sending a strong message
that he wanted Mark to keep quiet. He also sent another message, as his
fingers smelled as though they were coated in male cum. Mark couldn't
imagine why that was. Then one of the cop's fingers slipped inside Mark's
mouth, invading his warm, moist opening, and sending strong jolts of
electricity to Mark's cock and balls. It felt like one of the most erotic
things Mark had ever experienced.

Mark groaned around the cop's finger, the smell of male sex strong in his
nostrils, inflaming Mark even further with wild emotion. Mark felt heat,
and hardness pressing into his ass, as the cop moved his torso against
Mark's round, full bottom, then the cop's other hand reaching around Mark's
hip, to grasp his cock again, which was tenting out his jeans somewhat
painfully. This time his touch was lingering rather than cursory. Mark's
hips shot backward, his round, warm ass impaling itself on the stiff, hard
muscle hiding behind the cop's khaki twill.

The cop's hand slipped down inside the front of Mark's shorts, completely
bypassing his underpants, and directly grasping Mark's six inch erection,
the feel of another person's hand on his sensitive penis for the very first
time intoxicating and wildly exciting to the boy. Lost in Mark's rising
passion was the fact that it was a man's strong hand stroking him, not a
girl, as he had often imagined would be the case his first time.

Mark's head lolled backwards involuntarily, coming to a rest on the cop's
strong shoulder.  He was shocked when he felt the cop pressing his warm,
full lips against his, then further stunned when the cop's tongue snaked
between his lips, into his boyish mouth. But he felt himself helpless to
stop the invasion, and was quickly losing interest in preventing it, his
mouth opening even wider against the cop's.

The two kissed, the man, muscular and tan, and the boy, slim, tan too,
their bodies melting together, as the much shorter and slender boy adjusted
his body to allow the cop better access to his intimate parts. A soft sigh
floated from the boy's throat, as the man's practiced hand pleasured the
youth's stiffly erect, and leaking, cock. The cop could feel the very
sparse nest of curled hair at the base of Mark's cock, and even the warm
wetness at its full, round tip. Mark could feel the cop's hot breath racing
over his cheek, the smell of coffee strong.

Jason watched the scene with mouth agape, his thoughts in a whirl. In a
flash, his friend had been turned into a puddle of lust in the arms of
another male. Jason's own desires overcame him, his fantasies of seeing his
friend naked inflaming his senses. Then seeing a man kissing Mark so
intimately, while fondling his naked cock, was too much for Jason.  He
groaned, a feeling of jealousy intruded into the sexual excitement, but
only for a moment, as his own cock, stiff and leaking its own supply of pre
cum, was doing almost all his thinking now.  His hand stroked over the
outside of his shorts, causing a pleasant tingle to radiate through his
body.

As Jason shivered with pleasure, his fingers stiffly running over his
erection, he heard a metallic sound to his right, and turned, to see the
other cop standing close to the car, a grin on his handsome face, the man's
cock protruding through the piss opening in his uniform pants, the head
purple and wide, his cock circumcised and thick, a wetness at the piss
slit, the rod waggling slightly up and down as the man waved it at the
boy. Then the man's long arm reached behind Jason's head, urging his face
forward to the treat he was offering the boy.

"Suck on it, boy," he murmured, pressing his hips forward into Jason's
face.

His intent was clear, and Jason's decision was swift. To either take the
man's thick dick in his mouth, a position he had tried to avoid considering
consciously in the past, but which had definitely played its own subliminal
part in his masturbatory fantasies, or risk a beating, or worse, made for
an easy decision. The cop groaned as Jason's warm, wet lips fastened around
the fat head of his cock, and his hips involuntarily pushed his dick
farther into the youth's hot mouth. Jason's lips wrapped naturally and
easily around the short, but thick penis, and it slid easily in.

"Fuck, that feels SO nice, kid. Suck my hard prick, kid, lick up my cum
when I shoot inside your hot mouth..." the cop muttered.

The man's pubic bush was thick, and tickled Jason's nose and cheeks, as his
mouth sunk deeper onto the fat and hot rod filling his mouth. An aroma of
sweat, piss and a smell he recognized as semen, filled his nostrils, and a
thin salty taste trickled over his tongue.  Jason became lost in the
intoxicating sensation of realizing that he was at long last, actually
sucking a cock, and that he would be free of responsibility or blame for
the pleasurable act.

Jason squealed softly, as he gave into his twink instincts, loving more and
more, the pleasurable feeling that domination by another man brought
him. His right hand came up to caress the cop's meaty, heavy balls, warm
and round in their hairy sack, and Jason's left hand furiously scrabbled at
the snap of his own shorts, desperate to free his own straining
cock. Cumming in front of his friend while sucking on a man's dick, seemed
like the most desirable thing in the world to him now, in his lust-induced
state. The man continued pumping inside Jason's increasingly eager mouth.

Had Jason been able, or willing, to remove his mouth from the hot treat he
was sucking on, he would have seen that Mark and the cop had progressed
much further in their own rutting adventure.

The blond-haired cop had his own pants down, his 7", thin, uncircumcised
cock sticking straight out, quite enthusiastic with his male love lust. The
man's balls were smaller than his partner's, but as these things often turn
out, were filled with far more of his creamy white cum, as would be noted
later. Mark's shorts were now also down off his hips, ripped off by the
cop, his bare bottom so perfectly round and smooth, and showing little of
the tan the rest of his body bore.

"Umm, baby, your sweet little ass is so soft and hot on my nice, hard
dick. Would you like to feel how long my hard cock is, baby? Would you like
to feel my hot cum filling your tight little hole?" the blond cop
murmured. Mark shivered in anticipation of an unknown pleasure.

His dick, too, was stiff, but he was feeling internal turmoil that Jason
had long ago discarded. The cop had brought him nothing but pleasure so
far, a pleasure he could have only dreamed of, but he believed that any
circumstances that brought a naked man and boy together, must somehow be
wrong. Such was the effect of Mark's solidly familial upbringing. His
inclinations, however, were definitely sliding towards the pleasure side,
and who here could fault him? Certainly not me, and I hope, not you.

Mark gradually began to give in to the sexual pleasure and anticipation
that was tormenting him, his warm bottom pressing back, harder and harder,
into the cop's torrid crotch, the cop's long and hot erection gradually
becoming something that Mark desired, rather than feared, as it pressed
sideways between his naked thighs, and upwards into his perineum.

The cop's hand, slowly stroking Mark's hard dick, and intermittently
caressing his lightly haired sack, began to speed up his pace, knowing full
well that he could draw Mark into the delights of man-boy sexual lovemaking
by careful manipulation. He leaned forward and brushed his lips softly over
the side of Mark's exposed throat, grazing that sensuously sensitive flesh
warmly and affectionately. Mark moaned in response, and the cop adjusted
his waving, hard dick from between Mark's slim thighs, to the hot, moist
furrow between his ass cheeks.

The heat of Mark's intimate opening was an aphrodisiac to the highly
aroused cop, and he slowly rubbed his erection, hard and throbbing, up and
down Mark's humid valley. As the plump cock head contacted Mark's sensitive
anal opening, Mark responded unconsciously, pressing his sweet bottom back
onto the cop's rod. The cop, unable to resist, knelt down behind Mark's
slim young body, that of a healthy, athletic sixteen year old, and
separated the boy's unblemished and hairless ass cheeks, revealing the
boy's sweet, pink opening, virginal and furiously scrubbed clean just a few
hours earlier.

The pink, puckered opening of Mark's anus flexed nervously as cool air hit
it. But if the momentary tightening of Mark's anal opening signaled
reluctance, Mark's readjustment of his footing backward signaled his
unconscious desire to have the cop play with him there, as did the
oh-so-subtle waving of his boyish, fresh ass in the cop's face. Mark had no
knowledge of his body's invitation, nor would even the cop have noticed it,
but for the fact that his eyes were locked on Mark's appealing teenaged boy
ass and rosebud, and were only inches away from the beautifully arranged
picture.

The cop placed his lips lightly against Mark's full roundness there, and
the boy sighed with pleasure. The cop's mouth was quite experienced in this
area of the male anatomy, and he proceeded to sensuously caress the boy's
hot, naked bottom with his lips and tongue, the wetness, heat and touch of
his mouth bringing incredible delight to the virginal boy.

Then the cop pressed his warm, moist lips against Mark's hotter, and
slightly more humid, asshole, savoring the aroma and flavor of the teenaged
boy's ass, smelling the faint scent of boy sweat and soap, and hints of
darker things. His tongue slid over Mark's sensitive anal ring, feeling it
quiver delicately as the rough surface of his tongue stimulated Mark's
nerve endings. He felt the boy relax his tense muscle, as he subtly, but
unknowingly invited the man to lick him deeper. The cop eagerly did so, his
tongue extending as far as he could, generously wetting, and loosening,
Mark's boy pussy.

"Oh, man, that feels so, so, nice. God!" was all that Mark could gasp out.

Mark moaned as he leaned forward on the hood, offering himself to the cop's
attentions, his ass rotating in small circles as the cop's experienced
tongue pleasured him in ways he had never imagined possible. Mark looked
through the glass of the windshield, and momentarily he focused on what his
best friend was doing with the other cop. The vision stimulated Mark even
more than the cop's tongue up his ass.

Jason was still seated on the passenger side of the sports car, his shorts
down by his ankles, his cock full and hard, cum dripping down his cute,
pink shaft, his hands stroking it madly. Jason's mouth, meanwhile, was
licking and kissing the swollen, red cock the cop was feeding
him. Occasionally, the cop would lean down to kiss the teenaged boy, and
the sight of blond Jason and the black-haired cop kissing was nearly as
exciting as watching Jason suck the cop's big cock. Mark could clearly see
Jason's eager reception of the cop's tongue in his mouth, just as he also
willingly returned to sucking the cop's hard dick.

As Mark watched, he felt the cop behind him stand again, then a feeling of
fullness as the knob of the cop's dick was expertly fitted into the notch
of the boy's increasingly enthusiastic ass. The cop, experienced at ass
fucking, slowly slid his shaft inside the boy, nibbling and kissing his
downy throat as he did so, distracting the boy from any discomfort. For his
part, Mark reacted against instinct and relaxed his sphincter,
unconsciously avoiding the initial pain of his first ass fucking. It helped
that the cop's dick was so thin, though long.

"You like that, don't you," the cop coaxed Mark. "You love being fucked by
a man, having his big cock filling your little boy ass." Mark could only
nod helplessly, the pleasure overwhelming him.

The cop stroked in and out of the boy, who felt nothing but a growing
ecstasy, as reflected by his own aching erection. Vaguely, Mark wondered if
it was okay for him to stroke his cock while he was being fucked, but the
issue became moot when the radio in the cop's squad car suddenly loudly
squawked out a call for their unit to proceed to a `452 in progress at
Sunset Mall', though Mark had no idea what that meant.

It must have been important, because the two cops both cursed loudly, and
began moving faster, the cop behind Mark stroking inside him, deeper and
faster, until his fat cock spurted out load after load of hot, creamy cum
inside the boy's rectum, five or six full loads. As well, the cop on
Jason's face took several long strokes in Jason's mouth, nearly choking
him, then Jason's cheeks moved outward as he felt the first blasts of the
man's cum inside his mouth, coating his gums and tongue in the rich, musky
fluid. The cop had two final blasts in him - as he pulled out of Jason's
mouth, Jason's pink, full lips closing reflexively at the absence of the
plump cock head, the cop gave two late squirts, leaving a thick, white
streak that crossed the boy's cute snub nose and upper cheek, stopping just
short of his eye, and a second spurt, which landed directly in the little
bow where Jason's lips met. The boy's tongue licked his lips nervously as
the cop rushed away, and their car squealed tires pulling out, kicking up
loose gravel. The two boys looked at each other quizzically.

Not knowing what else to do, Mark slowly reached down to pick up his
shorts, which he had stepped out of during the course of his thorough, if
brief, ass fucking, along with the paperwork the blond cop had thrown in
their general direction as he rushed off. He blotted at his bottom with the
fabric, as he could already feel the cum dripping out of his hole.  Then he
opened the door and looked over at his friend, equally nude from the waist
on down. Both of their dicks were painfully hard and stiff as they
rearranged themselves back in the front seat.

Remembering that he needed to bring the car back in good condition, Mark
placed his shorts and underpants on the seat, then sat on them. His cock
was stiff, harder than he could ever remember it, and it was obvious that
Jason was in the same condition, pre cum leaking copiously out of his dick,
and running down the 5" shaft, leaving a darker streak in the pink flesh.

Mark giggled looking at Jason. "Um, you've got some, uh...on your face," he
said. Jason touched it with his finger, a small thread of white cum
connecting his fingertip to his cheek momentarily.

"Oh, yeah...it's the guy's stuff," he explained.

"Uh, yeah, I know," Mark said. "I was there." Then they both burst out
laughing, partly a release of tension, and partly just because it just
seemed funny.

"Geez, I guess we've got a lot to talk about," Jason said. "I don't know
about you, but I'm horny enough to fuck a snake," he finished, his eyes all
over Mark's equally erect penis.

"Really?" Mark said. "I'm not," then they both laughed again, it being
pretty obvious just how hot he was, judging by the length and hardness of
his boy cock, and the small stream of clear cum running down the side of
the shaft. Mark felt surprisingly comfortable with Jason in what could be
expected to be a very uncomfortable situation. It helped that the boys had
been through so much together before, as life-long friends. Jason looked at
Mark, shyly now, his opportunity before him.

"Would it be okay if I..." he whispered, his hand forming a circle. He
looked deep into his best friend's blue eyes.

"Oh god, yes," Mark whispered, leaning back in the seat. Jason's hand
rapidly descended onto his friend's sensitive cock, slowly stroking him and
caressing his balls, already pulled up close to his body. Jason leaned down
closer to watch his friend's delicious penis, savoring the sight of the rod
he'd desired for some time now. Mark reached over to Jason's dick, all
inhibitions between them gone, and began stroking Jason's hard cock,
marveling at the heat and silkiness of touching another boy's cock for the
first time.

The two boys masturbated each other, and given their state of excitement,
as well as the natural proclivity of teenaged boys to be more like machine
guns than single shot rifles, they both came quickly. Jason's sexual
volcano erupted first, his many spurts strong and numerous, his thick boy
fluid shooting over and hitting his left knee and leg in several spots, as
his body was turned toward Mark.

As for Mark, his flow was one continuous eruption of pure white, creamy
fluid, thick and smelling characteristically of bleach, the rich liquid
flowing over Jason's fingers in a long stream, seemingly never ending. But
of course, all good things do come to an end, and after the final small
gouts of male seed had finished coating Jason's hand, and Mark's piss slit
had slowed its reflexive pout, Jason reluctantly pulled his hand away from
his best friend's beautiful cock. Then he absent-mindedly tasted his
friend's cum. Jason had often tasted, and liked, the taste of his own cum,
and obviously had tasted the cop's cum. Mark stared at him curiously,
another barrier dissolving in their relationship.

"Um, I figured since I already tasted somebody else's," he said, gesturing
back in the direction the cops had gone. Mark nodded, giving him permission
for his fait accompli.  Then the two cleaned up as best they could, and
headed back home to have a very interesting discussion, and plan a sleep
over as soon as possible. All the way back, Jason licked his lips, and Mark
though about the cum dripping from his hole.

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