Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 23:48:06 +0200
From: Tommy Liten <tommeliten_no@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reststop Slut 2: The Sheriff

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regression. If these subjects do not interest you, or it is not legal for
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It's been a while since I've written, but finally summer vacations here,
and I've got the time to finish off some of my experiences growing up. Hope
you enjoy?

Serving cock is what I'm trained to do. My dad's taught me well as you
probably know by now. Last chapter was ended with med getting fucked
roughly by Wayne, the sexy trucker in a public toilet at a secluded rest
stop a fem miles from home. As I walk out from the toilet and into the sun,
my eyes meet the eyes of our local sheriff, Sheriff Callum. "Morning boy",
"Good morning Sheriff" I respond as my eyes fall down, gazing at the
massive bulge in his light brown, tight uniform pants, his gloved hand
giving it a proper thug.

I feel lust rising inside me?

Sheriff Callum is not the tallest of men. He's close to 5,9, stocky and
probably weight about 200. There is no fat on his body, so it's all muscles
playing inside his sexy, authoritarian, light brown police uniform. It's a
uniform that for sure might be one or two sizes larger, but I'm pretty sure
he's deliberately wearing the smaller size just to show off his very nice
assets when patrolling his county on his large black police motorcycle.

The Sheriff releases his helmet and removes it, then open his jacket and
thug it off his broad shoulders and massive arms. Both the helmet and his
jacket are tucked away on the back of his motorcycle. His light beige shirt
looks like its been painted on his upper body. I can se every muscle
playing under his hairy chest. His arms and his shirt are slightly moist by
sweat, making the sight of his muscles clearer, more defined. It's so sexy,
so very, very sexy!

His polished leather boots is giving reflections in the sun as
well. They're tightly tied all the way up. They reach just underneath his
knees. His pants accurately tucked down the top of the booth like its been
done every day for so many years. For 50, the Sheriff is a very good
looking, in shape man. A gorgeous and masculine daddy type, oozing hot and
sexy!

For a 9year old boy the Sheriff is pretty intimidating, but I know my
place, and I know what men hunger for. I know I can offer what their
wanting, my dad's taught me how to use that to my advantage. I'm not
afraid; I'm just extremely aroused. I taught I've had enough action for a
day just minutes ago, but now I'm so full of lust for the Sheriff standing
before me. I'm full of energy and adrenaline. My ass is twitching for
another big cock, for another big load, for another hot session.

"What's you up to out here today, boy?" the Sheriff asks me. I tell him my
dad dropped me off before heading to town about an hour ago. "Need a ride?"
he askes as he give his bulge another squeeze. Oh yes I do. I've had one,
but sure want another one from you Sheriff. I stare at him, as he pulls of
his sexy leather gloves, finger by finger. He hands me the first one. I
sniff it, feel the intense smell of leather, man and polish tickle my
nostrils. Sheriff's eyes meet mine as I inhale deeply, his lips part as his
tongue lick the upper lip as they form into a gentle, horny smile.

As the Sheriff pull of the other glove he reaches for the first one. As I'm
handing it to him, he grabs my hand and leads it to his pulsating bulge. He
squeezes my hand, as he makes sure I've got a good grip on his massive
shaft behind the thin fabric of his trousers. "Ahh? That's where your hand
aught to be boy" he says. I sure agree, at least for now. I rub it
hard. Feel the pulsations from his cock as I rub it roughly over and
over. Once again I meet the horny gaze from the Sheriff, I see him lusting
for me just as much as I'm lusting for him to take me, make me his. He
unbuttons his shirt, revealing his hairy chest as I keep on working his
cock.

I drag my eyes away to look onto his crotch where I feel the wetness of his
pre-cum soaking his pants. The light brown turns dark. The smell of his
juice is so intoxicating, inviting. It's like time stands still, no sounds,
no air, and no nothing. I can't help myself as I lean in, put my lips on
the wet spot and start sucking on it to get at least a small taste of that
glorious juice before it all is wasted, soaked into the brown
fabric. Sheriff Callum moves his hips to me as he pushes my head harder in
to his crotch and let me have it all.

"Lets go in to the toilets and kick up the action Kiddo" he says as he pull
me off of him, lift his left foot over the saddle of his motorcycle and
stand beside me with his big hand on my neck. He keeps it there as we walk
over to the toilet door, away from the public road, into the calm and cool
privacy of the toilet. As the doors slams shut he pushes my head back down
to his crotch, forcing me down on my knees on the chilly tiles. Were barely
inside the room, if someone aught to come in, they'll crash into us before
either of us realizes the others are there.

Both the Sheriff's hands are holding my head in a firm grip as he massages
himself with my face. "Fuck kid, its time you get to meet my monster. Open
up my fly, but be careful not to hurt my cock now!" I wont Sir; I'm going
to be very careful. I struggle a bit with the belt to get it open, finally
I'm getting the grip on it as the Sheriff moves impatient, shifting his
weight from one foot to another. "Get on with it kid, he needs attention"

I open the two buttons on top of the Sheriffs pants, leaning in sniffing
his pubes before I carry on with the zipper. Very carefully I open it inch
by inch, making absolutely sure I don't harm him what so ever. As the
zipper is totally open I reach in, feel the wet pre-cum covering most of
his outermost portion of his fat cock. It's so warm and velvety. I feel
every heartbeat from the Sheriff in his massive veins going up and down
like a nice spiders web. His cock wince as my fingers reaches under the
glans, following the string to the opening providing all the sweet pouring
juice. I lift the big cock out of his pants and directly into my waiting
mouth. As I embrace the head in my mouth I make sure his big balls is
released from his tight pants.

"Ahh, that's it kiddo. This is just what I've hungered for all morning. A
nice kid like you giving head like a pro! Damn?"

I am a pro. My dads made sure I am! I want it so bad; my ass is twitching
on my big but-plug as I get the chills from yet again being blessed with a
big cock down my throat. The Sheriff pushes himself all the way inside of
me. Still holding my head with both his hands, making sure I'm not going
anywhere.  I use my hands on his very large balls, pulling them, first
carefully, then giving them a bit more power. As I realize the Sheriff love
the feeling I pull and fondle roughly.

Spit and loads of pre-cum is pouring out my nose and mouth as I crevices on
his big cock. I can't breath, I can't see. My eyes are all tears. Just as
I'm about to loose it, the Sheriff pulls out, give me a second to inhale
before forcing his way back into my throat. The Sheriff is so loud, moaning
and groaning for each thrust. I can't make a sound, but finally the both of
us get a rhythm, making sure the Sheriff gets what he needs as I get a few,
small chances to inhale, not to faint away. My face and sweater is now
covered in spit and pre-cum poring out of me for each thrust. I'm in
heaven, so happy, so horny, so fulfilled for being able to serve our
Sheriff like I'm doing right now.

 "Like those 10 inches pounding your throat, don't you kid?" Yes I surely
do Sheriff, give it to me. I need you so bad. I want to make you happy; I
want to satisfy you in every way possible Sheriff. My own small 2,5 incher
is aching for attention, but I do not dare to take my hands of the Sheriffs
bull balls as I know and feel how much he enjoy me pulling on them.

I don't know for how long the Sheriff keeps fucking my throat, but by the
time he pulls me up I'm totally exhausted and soaking wet, both my hair, my
face and my sweater. The Sheriff uses his thumb to scoop some of the mix
back into my mouth. "Suck it in kiddo, we don't want to waste this
beautiful mixture, do we?" No, not at all, Sheriff, give it to me! He pull
off my sweater, toss it onto the floor underneath the sink closest to
us. Without even noticing the message on my t-shirt it follow the same
path. "Help me untie these big boots of mine kid." I get back on my knees,
untying with a pace never seen before, getting his big feet free from the
warm boots onto the cool tiles. As both boots are kicked aside his pants
drop and he steps out of them.  Only item he is carrying is his open shirt,
all wet and sweaty. He's so sexy. Wow.

"Let me have a look at that perky ass of yours kiddo" he says as he pulls
on my baby-blue runners to get them down. I feel them rip even more in the
back as he thug them off of me. "That's like hell kid. That's a nice
cock-ring you're wearing. Damn it!" Yes it is. It's my dads 9th birthday
gift for me, and it feels so tight and good pulling on my small wiener and
tight sac. The Sheriffs hands are fondling my crotch "Such a sweet kid, so
soft, so lean. Just how a man loves it kid, just perfect!" He pulls on my
ring, making my ass twitch again and again. I feel the flow of cum from my
last fuck press out past the but-plug, running down my thighs. The Sheriff
scoop up some, smell it, then he licks his finger. Groans as he closes his
eyes, smacking his lips as if taking in all the aroma of a good wine. His
hands wander from my crotch to my ass. He cups my ass cheeks in his big
hands; give the right one a smack. It burns, but it's a good kind of pain,
the kind that turns me on even more.

Then his middle finger hit the base of my butt-plug. He looks at me with a
wide grin as he fondles the base of the plug, carefully pulling on it a few
times before jerking it out. He inspects it for a second before putting it
to his mouth, licking it clean. As he throw it away, it bounces over the
floor, stopping just inches from the urinal. The Sheriff bends over and
spits in my mouth. "That's your juices kid, eat it!" I do, and as if to be
sure of me doing so, the Sheriff kisses me, swirling his tongue around
mine.  It's a deep kiss, passionate, loving.

As sudden as the kiss started, he pulls back, grips my head again and leads
me over to the nearest sink. "Grab the sink kid, I don't have the time to
go gentle on your ass, so its gonna be a bumpy ride!" he sais. I more hang
over the sink than bend over. My toes barely touching the floor as the
Sheriff take hold of my hips, I'm lifted off the floor completely. I feel
his wet cock on my ass, no hands needed. His big cockhead is pushing
against the entrance of my gaping ass; I try to push back without any
luck. I'm fully captured in the Sheriffs grip, surrendered to his will
only.

One firm, slow push and I am totally impaled onto his 10inch fat cock. I
feel so full, as if I can feel the cock even filling up my upper
intestines. Thanks to cum already left inside me, and my precious but-plug
it doesn't hurt much. The feeling of total fullness is just great; it gives
my purpose a meaning more than anything. This is what I'm made for; this is
what I'm made to do, being full of cock, full of men's hot cum.  It hurts a
bit, but just for seconds, as soon as he's all in the stings of pain is
fading away, leaving only sweet feeling of pleasure.

"Waoh. Kid, you're a natural. Ohh? Feels so fucking good in here kid!" the
Sheriff moans and babbles as he withdraws his cock just as slowly as he
inserted it. I feel every inch of him against my prostate. His cock feels
so rough against my still sore and shaken prostate, but oh so good. I moan,
or maybe it's more like a squeak, out load as well, over and over.

The Sheriff increases the speed of his penetrations. Every push into me
makes me moan, I feel his big balls slapping my own small balls for each
thrust. It's the greatest feeling ever. He's so load, he's sweating so
much, I feel drops of him on my back as he puts in his high gear and ram
his big cock in me over and over and over again.

Suddenly he stiffens, I feel his cock getting even bigger inside of me, I
feel like I'm about to crack around his enormous girth. Then I feel the
strong pulsation I've learned to love so much. He's yelling, loud! "Oh
fucking God, fuck, fuck, fuck? Oh yeah!" his strong, deep voice is filling
the entire room, echoing, getting loader and loader. As his cock and balls
empties deep inside of me the Sheriffs voice breaks and the moans and
yelling subsides to wimps and deep groans. Once again I feel cum dribbling
down my tights, or more like running in streams. I'm so full of him, so
full of sweet cum I almost feel like I can taste it.

"You've got some cleaning up to do now kid" the Sheriff says as he pulls
out his big cock from my sore ass. As I pick up my but-plug, get down on my
knees to insert it; the Sheriff smacks his semi hard cock over my face.
"Open up, so you can get me clean and ready for the road again kid. It's
the least you can do for your Sheriff after getting all my goods, don't you
agree?" I sure do, Sheriff, it's my pleasure.

I get to taste his sweaty cum covered balls for a brief moment. As he force
his cock into my face once more, I can hear heavy footsteps, then the door
opens?




This is my story, my first experiences as a true cock whore. I love
feedback and mails. Keep them coming! tommeliten_no@hotmail.com