Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2016 02:19:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills, Chapter 14

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Chapter 14: "Community Relations"

I grunt as I step into my clean gym shorts: a heavy leg workout was a good
thing, but it was hard to remember that when you were too tired to lift
your knees up.  At least my bike ride home would be downhill for the most
part.  As I straighten up I hear a familiar deep voice behind me.  "Hey
John, you wrapping up?"  It's Grady, fresh out of the shower.  "Yeah, time
to head home.  These night shifts suck, but working legs'll put me to sleep
for sure."  Locker room talk with Grady always makes me feel a little
awkward.  I know I'm kind of a dick for being paranoid about sharing a
locker room with a gay guy, and feel a little guilty.  He's never once
creeped on me or even mildly flirted, but I just never knew anyone who was
gay growing up ("that you know of," he told me once), and I'm still getting
used to it I guess.  It's not like I'm even his type.  His boyfriend Alan
has been around the office a couple of times, and if he's any indication
then Grady wouldn't be interested in me no matter what: I kept up my high
school football body throughout college, while Alan's the thin hipsterish
type.  I've never let my hair get much below the collar, let alone as long
as his, and dressing up for me is pretty much limited to jeans or my
uniform if I'm at work--a sport coat isn't daily wear, it's what I dust off
for weddings.

Locker room awkwardness aside, Grady is a good guy to hang around with.
He's been on the campus force for about ten years, and he works nights a
lot too, so he's been the one to show me the ropes.  Not to mention a
couple of good Thai restaurants--when I moved here after I graduated I
thought I'd never find decent pad thai again.  I'm still planning on
getting a job as a regular cop once I get a little experience under my belt
and the budget cuts let them start hiring again, but for now this isn't too
bad.  Except for the occasional annoyances, such as....

"I hear you man.  Hey, I know you've clocked out," shit, here it comes,
"but I was wondering if you could do me a favor."  He sees my eye roll and
puts his hands up.  "I know, I know, but I spent all night dealing with the
Sigma Nu fuckwits and I this thing just came in.  And I promised Alan I'd
go to this work thing with him this afternoon, and I *really* need a nap
first.  Pleeeeaaase!"  I have to laugh, because seeing a big burly guy with
a beard kneeling like he's ready to propose to me is a ridiculous sight,
and Grady can work the drama like no one else.

"Tell the day shift guys to handle it.  I'm sure they can fit it in between
the four parking tickets they'll write today."

"I know, I know."  Grumbling about the day shift slackers is a regular
topic for us.  "But Cal is out sick--" he rolls his eyes; Cal is out "sick"
a lot "--and Jenelle is like 8 months pregnant.  She can't go cuss out some
party boys.  They'll just laugh at her, and then she'll go pregosaurus on
them and have the baby right there, and then we'll have to cover for her
for an extra month.  Also, this is the third time I've gotten a complaint
about this address; if we let this one slide we'll start getting shit for
sure.  Pleeeeeease John boy?!"  His eyes actually start to tear up, it's
ridiculous.

"Okay, okay.  Christ.  What's the deal anyway?"  Grady gets off his knees
with a grunt; I wasn't the only one doing legs today.

"Ahhh, it's just some noise complaint.  First time it was just loud
stereos.  This time it was music again, but also," his voice drops to a
loud whisper, "_sex noises_.  The girl who called sounds like she's getting
ready to join a convent, she was so shocked.  Anyway, I figure you still
look sorta like a student, so maybe you can get a little farther by playing
your bro card with them.  And if you're out of uniform you could probably
talk your way into looking around a little."  Grady's face turns serious.
"If it's just some guy whose girlfriend is a screamer that's one thing, but
keep your eyes open for anything shady: pills, signs of rough stuff, you
know."  Grady's little sister is in college now, and he takes that shit
seriously.  "If you see something off let me know and we'll do a formal
report.  Otherwise, just give 'em a friendly warning and tell 'em to close
their windows when they fuck."

"Okay," I sigh.  At least this should be quick.  "And whadya mean I 'sorta
look like a college student?'  I'm all of 24, old man."

Grady looks concerned.  "Well you know, you're not moving so fast lately,
and your chest hair has fallen out, and I can hardly see your abs anymore.
We worry John, we really do."  Never one to miss giving me shit about
shaving my chest, Grady is.  Although he does have better abs than I do.

"Mmmhmm.  Very touching old timer."

At least the address he gives me is pretty much on my way home and not
uphill, thank God.  I like riding the bike, especially on a great fall day
like this, but a night shift plus a workout makes it a challenge.  Still,
it's a nice morning with plenty of students to check out as they head to
class, and it's nice to see a few of them scoping me out as I pull up to
the house with the (whisper it) _sex noises_.  It looks like most other
places in College Town: used to be pretty nice, now kind of seedy.  A
couple of well-stained sofas are sagging on the front porch and I can smell
sour beer in the trash barrel; it brings back fond memories of my apartment
senior year.  I knock.

No answer.  Everyone's probably at class, but I try once more just in case
so I can tell Grady I really did make an effort.  I'm about to give up when
the door opens; it's some jacked dude with tats and a buzzed head, looking
mildly annoyed.  He's not wearing anything but gym shorts, and is still
wiping his torso off with a towel.  "Yeah?  Can I help you?"

"Hi.  Sorry to pull you out of the shower man.  I'm Officer McKenna from
campus police.  I was wondering if we could chat for a few minutes?"

He looks me over, then shrugs.  "Sure.  Come on in."  I follow him into the
kitchen and he starts rooting around in the cabinets.  "Hope you don't mind
if I grab something to eat.  I just worked out and I'm starving."

"Yeah, I hear you man."  I flash my bro smile.  "Those workouts take it out
of you, right?"

He turns back around with a container of Muscle Milk and gives me an
appraising look that turns a little friendlier once sees I'm a fellow gym
rat.  "Yeah...I guess you do work out.  You look really fit bro.  I'm
Derrick."  He sticks out a hand.  Sure enough, a rock hard grip, but he
doesn't try to pull any douchey who-can-squeeze-harder bullshit, so points
to him for that.

"John.  Good to meet you."

"You want some food.  I've got this stuff, or this vitamin juice if you
want.  You should try it--it's really helped me out a lot."

"Yeah sure, juice sounds good."  Derrick roots around in the fridge, which
seems to be filled with health drinks and beer.  Remembering Grady's
instructions I look around the kitchen and peer into the living room a bit
to see if there's anything shady; nothing so far.

Derrick turns around and hands me an OJ.  "Looks like you got the last of
the vitamins--enjoy."  He sets to work making up some Muscle Milk while I
sip my juice.  I can definitely taste the tang--probably some of that B
vitamin stuff my old roommate used to swear by--but it's got sugar and I
realize I'm starving, so I gulp it down.  By the time Derrick turns back
with his drink I'm mostly done with mine.

"Guess you were thirsty."  His eyebrows go up and he gives me an assessing
look for a second.  "So what can I do for you Officer McKenna?"

"Well, I just started on the force a few months ago, and one of the things
they have us new guys do is meet students, get to know them and let them
know we're around for them.  Community relations, basically."

"Uh huh."  He's not buying it.  "I'm definitely a fan of close
relationships with the cops, don't get me wrong."  He crosses his arms to
make them bulge a little bit more and show he's not a pushover.  Give him
credit, he's got a big smooth chest.  "But how did we get chosen for this
honor?  One of our neighbors nominate us?"

I finish my juice.  "Basically, yes.  We've had a couple of noise
complaints the last couple of weeks.  I thought I'd swing by and handle it
unofficially on my way home."

"Yeah, I bet.  Some folks don't like to party too much."  He gives a
meaningful look out the window at the house next door; clearly he knows
about the nuns-in-training.  "Look, sorry man.  It's just that it's the
start of the semester, some of the guys have a lot of energy they're
looking to blow off before things get hectic, you know how it is."  He
turns his palms up and flashes a bashful guilty-as-charged grin that
probably got him out of a lot of trouble over the years.  Looking like a
young Jason Statham doesn't hurt.

"I get it.  But your neighbors need to get their sleep if they want it."
He nods.  "How many of you guys live here anyway?"  Occupancy violations
would be a handy lever to use on them if it came down to that.

"There's five of us: me, Gabe, Big Dave, Aaron, and Chris."

"Are the other guys around?  It'd be nice to meet them while I'm here."
Derrick seems pretty cool, but his roommates might not be so much.

"Sorry man, they're all out.  Just you and me."  Derrick watches me as he
takes a big sip of his protein drink, and I feel a weird twinge
of...something.  But then it passes.

"Mind if I take a look around?  Not trying to get you in trouble or
anything.  I just want to be able to tell my boss you guys are on the up
and up."

"Sure, be my guest.  I'll give you the tour."  He leads me through the
living room with the usual video console and random crap in it, to a
bedroom at the back of the house that shares a bathroom with the kitchen.
"This is Gabe's room."  It's surprisingly neat, and looks pretty well kept
up; I'm guessing a girlfriend is involved.  Unless Gabe has a thing for
short silk bathrobes.

"Nice view.  Wish my place looked out over the hill like that."

"Trust me, it's not worth it.  I lived here for two years before the other
guys did, and this room is fucking freezing in the winter.  I may not have
mentioned that to Gabe when he picked it."  Derrick gives me a wink, part
knowing but also a little bit...sexy?  Nah.  But I feel that weird twinge
again.

"Anyway, that's the downstairs.  Sorry the living room is a sty: it's
Aaron's turn to clean it and he's been away."

I look around, pretending to assess but also to take a closer look.
Nothing obvious to worry about though.  "Nah, it's not that bad, except
maybe the pizza box fort.  Tell your roommate those have gotta go.  Is he
gone a lot?"

"Yeah, he wrestles.  I guess he's pretty good too, but they have away
matches a lot so he weasels out of chores all the time.  Funny how even
these exhibition matches seem to fall on his chore weekends."  If this guy
were here he'd be getting a dirty look from Derrick, no question.

"I had a roommate like that.  We finally just started piling shit in his
room until he took the hint."

Derrick rubs his strong jaw thoughtfully.  "Interesting idea
officer...interesting indeed...."  He gives me a wink.  "Well, you wanna
see the rest?  I've gotta warn you, Aaron's room is on the tour."

I chuckle.  "All right, I'm warned.  Lead on."

Derrick heads to the stairs in the back and I follow him up.  As he walks
in front of me I can see the outline of his ass as it flexes in those sheer
gym shorts--he's definitely not one of those guys who neglects his legs.
His calves and hamstrings, dusted with light brown hair, flex as he starts
up the stairs, and I realize I'm staring.  It looks like he's going
commando--there's no sign of underwear, and I can see the individual
muscles in his ass flex as he climbs in front of me.  Out of nowhere I
suddenly imagine myself reaching up and just cupping his ass cheeks.  Just
to fuck with him, I think, but then I imagine taking it further and pulling
those shorts down so I can bury my face in his crack, inhaling that jock
smell.  My dick jolts in my shorts, and I shake my head to clear it,
feeling weird about the whole thing.  Where the fuck did that come from?
Guess I need to hop on Tinder and blow off some steam with someone when I
get home.

We get to the top of the stairs and Derek shows me the first room on the
right: Aaron's.  As expected it's pretty much a mess, although not the
cesspool I thought it would be.  Laundry is piled everywhere, even if it
looks clean, and the room smells like a guy lives there--but in a good way.
I take a deep breath.  Maybe a faint whiff of pot, but if I busted students
for that I'd never get any work done.  "Do all you guys have bathrooms?
Must be nice."  I poke my head in; it's small but nice.  And actually
pretty clean.

"No, just Aaron and Gabe.  The rest of us have to share that one."  Derrick
points across the hall; the shared one is actually dirtier than Aaron's.
Maybe the wrestler isn't that bad a slob after all.  "And this is Chris's
room."  The bedroom in back is crowded by a double bed, an end table, and a
bureau with a small TV on top, but it has the same great view as Gabe's
room below.

"He's got a good view too.  He gonna freeze his ass off in the winter
also?"  I give Derrick a questioning look, just making conversation.

"Nah.  His ass'll be plenty warm."  Derrick turns to walk towards the front
of the house, and now I'm imagining sliding my hand up between his legs to
cup his balls.  I don't know why; I've felt my own balls enough times I
know what's down there.  Just...something about the musky warmth, nestling
my hand in there....  My dick lurches again, and when I take a deep breath
to clear my head it doesn't go down very much.  Fuck, not a great time to
get all horny.  Time to wrap this up.  These images are starting to weird
me out--in all my years in the locker room I've never thought about feeling
a guy up--but there's also something...sexy about them.  Like, kinky and
forbidden.  I've always liked girls who can get a little wild, and this is
like the ultimate taboo, right?  Playing with another guy's junk?  His
hands touching me in places--

Derek's deeply masculine voice interrupts my thoughts.  "Here's my room,
where the magic happens."  I watch the muscles in Derrick's shoulder and
back flex as he points into the bedroom next to the bathroom--I hadn't
noticed until now how cut he is.  His room's a lot bigger than the others,
with space for a couch, chair and TV in front of the big bed.  I poke my
head in to look around, but I keep coming back to the rumpled bedspread.
Derek's gym shorts don't leave much to the imagination, and it's easy to
picture him naked on that bed, legs spread while he strokes his cock.  I'd
never actually make it with a guy, but...what if he made me?  He's pretty
strong, he could push my face down into his crotch, up against his cock....
My own pulses and starts pushing against my shorts thinking about it, and I
take in a shaky breath.  I'm suddenly aware that the two of us are crowded
together in the door frame looking in, our shoulders just touching.  He
turns to look at me; I can't tell if his eyes flick down to my crotch as he
does.  "See, no crack pipes, whips, or chains.  Just don't check under the
bed though man: there's some serious dust bunnies down there."  He cracks a
smile--his first--"I'll show you Dave's room if you want, and then you can
get outta here and catch some sleep."

Sleep isn't going to be an option until I spend some time with my dick, and
I just want to get out of here so I can take care of business.  Maybe treat
myself to something raunchy, like sniffing on my gym shorts while I jack
off.  I suddenly realize I'm zoning out and give my head a shake.  "Sure,
sounds good.  Lead on."

"Right this way Officer."  He claps a friendly hand on my shoulder and
directs me to the door at the end of the hall.  As he does his thumb shifts
a bit, slowly tracing a line up the back of my neck and then down.  It has
to just be accidental, but it still sends chills down my back to the root
of my cock, and now I've got a noticeable chubby pushing out my shorts.  I
fight the urge to slide my hand down in there and give myself a good long
squeeze.  My cock needs a hand--or something--wrapped around it in the
worst way.

Dave's room is the biggest of them all, with a bank of windows overlooking
the street that let in the sun; even with the shades down the room is
pretty warm.  There's a queen-sized bed by the door, a chest of drawers,
and still room to squeeze in a squat rack and weight bench in the back,
with a decent set of weights.  A collection of school football
poster/calendars on the wall show where Dave's interests lie.  I walk
around the room, pretending to look at the calendars, but mainly trying to
hide my bulge from Derrick.  "So, is Dave on the team?"

"Nah.  Just plays intramural.  But I think he's pretty good.  And he says
he's never missed a home game since he came here.  Boy's a big fan, no
doubt."

"How about you?  You work out a lot."  I make the mistake of looking over
my shoulder as I say this and see Derrick standing by the bed, backlit by
the windows' light.  It catches every muscle on his body and highlights the
square lines of his face.  I never thought I'd think this about a guy but
he looks fucking hot, and I can feel my face flush: the thought of just
putting on a show for him, jacking off for him, hits my kink button
hard--what kind of things would he want me to do?  I'm starting to sweat.

"No, no time for sports.  I'm trying to get going on my master's; I'm lucky
to hit the gym a few times a week.  Hey, you look a little warm.  Here, you
can dry off."  He tosses me a tee shirt from Dave's bed and I grab it
without thinking to wipe my face.  It's clean, but I can tell Dave slept in
it: it's got a warm masculine scent better than any cologne.  I turn away
from Derrick and bury my face in it, breathing deep while I pretend to wipe
my face.  My dick has left the chubby stage far behind, and gone right to
rock hard, and it feels like I'm leaking big time.  I huff on the shirt a
couple more times, not caring very much what Derrick might think, but
finally do let it go.  I look up while I try to gather my thoughts, and
that's when I notice the leather straps hanging from the top of the squat
rack.  These aren't for lifting, they're obviously for holding someone in
place.  Someone big, even.  I just stare at them for a few seconds,
wondering if I've found something I need to tell Grady about.  Or maybe
someone just likes a little kink.  I have to admit, the one time I let a
chick do it to me it was really hot.  It didn't hurt that she could give
head like nobody's business, but being tied up and letting her have her way
with me was a helluva a lot of fun.  Remembering that gets my engine racing
even more, and I take a deep whiff of the tee shirt without thinking; I can
feel my piss slit dribbling and my thigh is wet.

"So you noticed Dave's little kink, huh?"  I jerk back to myself--I'd
gotten so focused on my dick I didn't hear Derrick come up behind me.  He's
so close I can feel his breath on my neck, and I shiver involuntarily.  I
turn around and he's standing right there, pale blue eyes boring into mine.
I look away in embarrassment after a second, painfully aware of the tent in
my shorts--and then I see he's got a bulge of his own coming up.  I lick my
lips and look back up at him.  He takes a small step forward while I stand
there in a trance.  He's close enough that I can see every detail of the
tattoo on his shoulder, and suddenly I want to lick it.  I can smell the
soap he just used in the shower, when he was cleaning himself all over....

"He really gets off on it you know.  Likes to get strapped in and see how
long he can hold out before he can't take it any more and needs to come.
You ever try that, Officer McKenna?  Let someone edge you 'til you're ready
to burst?"

"Not...not exactly."  My voice is a croak, and I lick my suddenly-dry lips.
My heart is going a mile a minute.

Derrick moves an inch closer, gaze locked on mine, and all I can do is
stand there.  Part of me wants to bolt, but my dick has other ideas and
they have nothing to do with running.  "You should check it out.  Let me
strap you in for a minute and see what you think.  If you like it you could
use the setup sometime with somebody.  Dave wouldn't mind.  Go ahead."  He
reaches out and grabs the bottom of my tee shirt; I can feel his fingers
grazing my torso and I suck in my breath a little.  "You should take your
shirt off though.  You know, so you know what it's really like."  My arms
come up as though they're on strings, and I feel like I'm in a trance as he
pulls my gym shirt up over my head.  As he does he grabs my arm and
suddenly my left wrist is getting snugged into a padded strap over my head.
He grabs my right wrist and repeats the process moving behind me as he
does.  I can feel his body heat faintly on my back, and something firm
bumps against my ass crack through my shorts.  God, he must be as hard as I
am by now.  My face flushes at the thought, and I can't help pushing back
just a little bit.  Knowing I shouldn't be doing this is just making it
hotter--the ultimate forbidden fruit.  He moves in closer and I can feel
the length of him pressing lightly against me; his breath is warm on my
neck.  "So you like that, huh?"

That's putting it mildly.  If someone had told me that morning I'd be
panting like a bitch in heat while some jacked dude rubbed up against me,
I'd have just laughed.  But fuck if it isn't hot as hell; that wet spot in
my shorts doesn't lie.  Tied up like this Derrick can do anything he wants
to me, and I want it to happen.  "Yeah," I grunt, "fuck yeah."

"Well then, I guess I should make sure you get the full treatment."  The
calluses on his hands scrape my ass slightly as he slides them under the
backside of my shorts, then moves around to the front.  His thumbs hook my
waistband and he works my shorts down until my dick flies free, the room
air cool against the wet head.  He kneels behind me and slides the shorts
and underwear all the way off, and I instinctively step out of them.
"You've got a nice ass Officer McKenna."  I feel his wet tongue trace the
base of my spine, and a wave of goosebumps goes over me.  "Let's get it
into position.  Spread your legs."  I oblige, but not enough apparently.
"More."  His voice is sharper now and I obey, moving them until I can feel
a stretch starting in my inner thighs.  "That's better."  Padded straps
secure my ankles and now I'm locked into a spread-eagle pose.  It's not
uncomfortable, but there's almost no give at all.  The sensation of cool
air against my balls and asshole reminds me just how exposed I am, and I
want Derrick to touch me there.

I hear him stand up and then he walks back around in front of me.  He's
naked and sporting a nice-sized hard-on.  I can't take my eyes off the goo
glistening on the swollen red head, and I lick my lips.  "You like my
cock?" he asks.  I nod.  If I were free I'd be on my knees right now,
licking it clean.  Or maybe tonguing those smooth balls.  Somewhere in his
crotch, that's for sure.

"Yeah, you do, dontcha?  So does Dave.  You know, we worked him over for
almost an hour last night until he finally couldn't take it any more and
started begging for cock.  Just moaning and pleading to get some of that
juice in him--he was that horny.  Finally--" Derrick reaches down and grabs
something from under the weight bench, "I took pity on him and jerked him
off into this pair of underwear.  I spent half an hour doing it, and when
he came he screamed, and then he blew the biggest load I've ever seen into
these shorts.  Looked like half a cup of jizz I swear."  Derrick pushes
them up against my face.  They reek of cum, and I can feel cold goo
smearing against my cheek as he rubs the wet fabric against me.  I close my
eyes and breath in as much of the scent as I can.  When Derrick shoves the
wet spot against my mouth I open it without thinking so I can start
tonguing the nectar off.  I don't know what's gotten into me--normally I
don't even like going down on a chick after I've come inside her--but right
now I can't get enough of this guy's spunk.  Derrick's eyes are locked on
mine as pushes more of the sloppy underwear into my mouth.  "Yeah, that's
it.  Open wide."  I do.

Derrick leaves me to chew on Dave's load, walking behind me once again.
"One more thing officer, and then we can start."  Fuck, start?!  Seems to
me we're already way past "start."

Next thing I know there's a blindfold sliding over my eyes, thick and
padded, and I shiver.  I've got no idea what Derrick has planned, and now I
won't know until he's doing it to me.  Whatever it is.  Anything.  My brain
is spinning different scenarios at a mile a minute, and they're all revving
my dick up in a big way.  I'm more than ready to get started.

I feel body heat against my back again as Derrick leans in close.  He pulls
the underwear out of my mouth and I can feel his breath on my left
ear. "Now let's see what you like," he growls.  "If you really want me to
stop all you have to do is say 'I'm a fucking pussy' and I'll stop.  But--"
Suddenly he's pinching my left nipple, fingers slick with some sort of
lube, and I gasp.  "--you do that and we're done for good.  I send you out
the door and you never get to find out what else I was going to do."  Wet
fingers are working my right nipple too now and I grunt.  "Got that?"

"Yeah. 'I'm a fucking pussy.' Got it."  I've always liked getting my
nipples worked, but most chicks don't bother doing it--usually it's just a
little bonus for myself when I'm jacking off.  So I'm really digging
Derrick's slick callouses working me over; I push my pecs out to increase
the sensation.

"Good."  Derrick ignores the hints I'm trying to throw him about the nipple
work, and his right fingers are in my mouth, demanding to be licked off.
My nipple misses the physical sensation, but there's something really hot
about sucking his fingers clean, imagining the picture we make together,
and I work them over good.  The lube tastes sort of chemically, but also a
bit meaty; not that bad.  The flavor mixes with Dave's residual jizz in my
mouth, and I'm really enjoying the combination.  I let out a low growl to
show my appreciation.  I'm down for more of anything he wants, and I push
my ass back against his hard-on to show my appreciation.

A couple of minutes later the fingers slide out, and Derrick stops working
my nip; I grunt in disappointment.  I was really getting into what he was
doing: the lube has left a warm tingling glow where he smeared it on my
chest, and it made his finger work feel even better.  I've been grinding my
ass against his cock as much I can in my position, but I don't give a
flying fuck.  "You like that, huh?"

"Yeah." I take a breath.  "Yeah."  This shit with a guy is all new to me,
but I feel like a kid in a candy store.

"Good.  Let's see what else you like."  I realized I'm shaking a bit in
excitement, wondering what he'll do next.  The feel of cold lube drizzling
on my shaft makes me twitch, and then a warm grip is smearing it over me as
Derrick reaches around me and starts stroking, so slowly his hand is barely
moving.  I let out a groan through clenched teeth and push my hips forward
the little bit that I can, instinctively trying to get more stimulation
going.  It's a trap though: the second I do, Derrick pushes his hips into
me from behind.  I can feel his dick pushing into the crack of my ass, and
I try to keep rubbing against it, hoping I can get Derrick revved up enough
to move things along faster.  But I've got no leverage, and I'm stuck with
my hips pushed forward as far as I can with no way to back up.  And now I
can't buck forward an inch either, so when Derrick's hand starts slowly
creeping along my shaft I've got no choice but to live with the pace he's
setting.  Down.  Then up.  Down.  A squeeze.  Then up.  Sometimes he
doesn't even go up enough to touch my aching dick head.  A couple of times
he goes lower and massages my balls a few times, making my sack pull up in
pleasure.  Other times I get lucky, and he rubs his thumb slowly over the
helmet.  With each pass I pray he'll speed up so I can get off, but I know
he'll never do that until I ask and I'm not ready to do that yet.  The warm
glow of the lube is making my dick more and more sensitive though, and I
know I won't last forever.  As it gets more intense I can't help myself,
and I groan through clenched teeth any time my sensitive ridge gets any
extra attention; I've never been so hard in my life.  Sometimes Derrick
pauses long enough for me to notice the feel of his body against mine;
there's a wet spot at the top of my crack where he's leaking against me.

I've lost track of time when Derrick lets go and backs up.  I don't know
whether I'm grateful for the pause or disappointed, but my lower back
appreciates the relief of being able to stand up straight again.  I take a
breath to relax--and then suck it in hard as a slick finger slides right up
my ass chute.  I give a yelp of surprise and try to leap up and off the
invader, but of course the ankle straps mean I don't do more than twitch
hard.  "Hey man, knock it off.  I don't do that shit."

Derrick sounds amused.  "You don't huh?  Too gay?"  He's not going any
deeper, but he's pretty far up there already thanks to the lube.

"Yeah."  I realize how stupid that sounds after what we've been doing.  "I
mean, I'm just not into stuff in my ass."  Even as I say it I realize it's
actually not that uncomfortable: his finger is warm, and really not that
big.  And he's started working it around in little circles; the stretching
feeling is kind of...interesting.  But it still freaks part of me out.

"Riiight.  Got it."  Derrick sounds a bit doubtful, and maybe a bit
disappointed.  Well too bad, it's not his asshole with a finger up it.  At
least I've realized that if I don't clench up it doesn't hurt at all.
"Well," his finger wiggles some more, "you let me know if you change your
mind."  He begins to slowly pull out, but as he does he gives my left nip a
hard pinch.  I'd forgotten about my chest while I was getting the handy,
but the sudden intense stimulation sends an electric shock of pleasure
through me.  My asshole twitches instinctively from it just as he's sliding
out, intensifying the rubbing, and *that* sends a jolt right up my dick; I
can feel a twinge at the tip telling me I've just dribbled.  I can't help
gasping out an "Ah!" from the combined sensations, and as Derrick's finger
leaves me I wonder if maybe I shouldn't have put up a fuss.

I sense him walking around to stand in front of me.  "You're leaking man."
His fingertip slides up the bottom of my shaft to the piss slit, and then
it's pressing into my mouth, demanding I clean up the goo it's collected.
I suck, eager to show him I'm still game.  "Looks like you might be getting
a little overstimulated.  Let's try something a little different."  The
finger slides out of my mouth and I hear him move around the room.  The
warm itchy glow is pretty intense on my nipples now--they almost ache, and
I know they're super hard--and it's ramping up on my cock and nuts.  I can
already feel another drop of precum sliding down my shaft--I'm leaking like
nobody's business, and it'll be dripping off my balls soon if this keeps
up.  Even my asshole is getting in on the action--there's a warmth inside
me where the finger went, and when I give my sphincter an experimental
squeeze it sends little tingles up into me that feel pretty damn good if
I'm being honest.

I'm distracted enough by how horny these sensations are making me that I
don't realize Derrick is back until I feel a light touch on the side of my
neck.  I twitch instinctively--I'm not really ticklish, but Derrick's
teasing has made my whole body sensitive, and it feels pretty good.
Derrick doesn't say a word but the sensation continues, stroking lower,
making me squirm to get either more or less sensation, but not this
in-between torture.  The whatever-it-is--not a finger, maybe a
feather?--works it way down to my shoulder, and I suddenly realize that if
Derrick uses it on my sensitive chest it'll drive me nuts in a hurry.  God
help me if he uses it on my dick.  I hope he does though.

The touch veers over to one side, and now he's working over my armpit.  I
squirm a little, but I've never been real sensitive there; after a couple
of minutes Derrick realizes it too.  The touch skips down my ribs, and I
think I've dodged a bullet when he swoops back up and I know I'm not off
the hook at all.  The lightest touch drags across my right nipple's tip,
and it feels like a faint electric tingle.  I grit my teeth as he circles
around it, cursing my decision to shave my chest.  There's no hair to get
in the way, and the touch is hitting every fired-up nerve.  I can't help
bucking to try and escape--there's no way the touch is enough to get me
off, but the stimulation makes me want to in the worst way.  My options are
pretty limited though with the way I'm trussed up, and then Derrick reaches
one hand around to pull me towards him.  Now I'm bowed forward like before,
and there's no escaping what he's doing.  I grit my teeth and groan in
frustration.

"That getting you hot officer McKenna?"  The circling touch is relentless.

"Yes.  Fuck."

"Well just ask if you want to get off.  'Course it hasn't been very long,
but if that's all you can take..."

Asshole is mocking me.  I can't think of anything clever to say though, so
I just shake my head.

He laughs.  "Tough fucker.  Good for you man.  Tell you what, I'll give
your l'il nip a break, how's that?"

Christ yes, anything to stop him torturing me there.  "Sure," I pant.

"No problem.  Here ya go."  And the sadistic fucker moves over to attack
the other nipple.  I thought it would be like starting over, but it isn't:
he's primed the pump, and in no time at all the other one is sending the
same sensations through me.  And the right nipple is still throbbing--I'd
give almost anything just to have him pinch it again, or suck on it, or
anything.  Even though the room is cool I've started to sweat, and I can
feel my precum dripping down my balls now just like I thought it would.  I
groan again, louder, hoping Derrick will finally let me off the hook.  Of
course he doesn't.

The touch on my nipple stops, but I barely have time to sigh with relief
when I feel him immobilize the base of my dick with a couple of fingers,
and I know I'm really in for it now.  Sure enough, the tickling is back,
and now my dick head is the target.  Brushing over the head is bad enough,
but then he'll take a slow swipe around the ridge and I don't even try to
hold in the groan it feels so good.  Back and forth the touch goes.  The
first time he pokes into my piss slit it totally catches me by surprise,
and I can't help letting out an "Ah!"  It feels like a spark travels down
inside my shaft to the base, and for a second I think that might be enough
to get me off.  For sure I can feel a big glob of jizz leaking out, but
Derrick just lets go of me and stops the teasing before it pushes me over
the edge.

"Nice," he mutters, and then he's back to work.  Up and down the shaft this
time, with stops to work on my balls; shaving them was as bad an idea as
leaving my chest defenseless.  My dick is aching now it's so hard, and when
he starts working over my helmet again my moans sound almost like sobs, I
need to get off so badly.  I'm about to snap and beg him to get me off any
way he wants, when he pauses.

"You on the edge man?" he asks.  I nod, panting.  Get me off, I think,
clenching my teeth.  Don't ever stop.

"You want me to stop working over your dick with the feather?  Just say the
word."

"Yeah.  Please man, I can't take that any more."

"Not at all?  Not even a little?"  The feather tip hits my piss slit again,
and I curse.

"Please.  Give my dick a break Derrick.  C'mon man, cut me some slack."

"All right.  You held on pretty good.  I guess we can do something else."

"Yeah," I pant.  "Anything, whatever."

"Sure thing man."  I breathe a sigh of relief as I sense him back off.  He
walks behind me, and I hear him kneel.  I think maybe he's going to let me
loose--I will happily suck him off at this point, as much as he wants, if I
can just get my nut.  "I think this is more your speed anyway."

And I realize that once again it's a setup.  Because never mind my chest,
or even my dick head--it turns out the most sensitive skin on my body right
now is my stretched-open, defenseless asshole.  Derrick's hand on the small
of my back presses me forward, and there's no escape from the tickling,
teasing sensations lighting me on fire.  Between the ankle straps and the
prep work from his finger my hole is already stretched enough to let him
work over the most sensitive tissue in the middle.  And every time I try to
clench up to keep the feather out that tingle shoots up inside me, a little
more intense each time, until my asshole is aching, desperate to get
filled.  I can hear myself babbling "oh God oh God fuck oh God pleeease
Derrick aaah fuck aaah God...."  It's probably pretty loud, and part of me
wonders if the prude neighbors are going to file a complaint about *me*
later today, but I'm so torqued up I don't give a shit.  All I care about
is how I can get Derrick to work me over hard enough to get off.  I open my
mouth to tell him I give up and to please, please fuck me or do anything he
wants so I can blow my load, when suddenly there's a muffled thud from the
front of the room, like something just got dropped on the floor.

Derrick stops, leaving me panting, and I can feel his warm breath on my
lower back as he calmly says "Well hey Dave, you're back early.  Hope you
don't mind us using your room."

"No worries man.  Today was my short workout day."  Dave's voice is deep,
and I wonder if he's as hot as Derrick.  He doesn't seem at all shocked to
see his roommate getting it on with a total stranger in his little bondage
rack.  "So who's your friend?"

"This--" Derrick slaps my ass lightly, and I jump"--is Officer McKenna from
the campus police.  He's involved in community relations.  We were just
getting to know each other, weren't we?"  I take in a breath to answer, but
Derrick presses a finger against my hole and starts slowly rubbing, and all
that comes out is a long "Aaaaaah!"  God, the feather was nothing.  He can
finger me anytime he wants, I don't care.

"Right on.  He's fuckin' hot."

"You like that?"

Dave gives a deep laugh; I give another whimper.  "Whadda you think?"

"Yeah, I can see you like it.  Why don't you join us big boy?"

"Fuck yeah," Dave breathes, sounding good and horned up already.  I let out
a louder moan in anticipation.  Derrick by himself was insanely hot--what
would two of them be like?

I hear clothes coming off, and then Dave walking to stand in front of me.
There's a faint slapping sound, like maybe he's stroking himself.
"Nice...."  This close I can smell the fresh sweat on him, like his tee
shirt but stronger, and imagine giving him a tongue bath--anywhere and
everywhere.  When his fingers grab a nipple and begin to gently twist I
finally snap, all resistance gone.

"Ohhhh Goood...please Derrick, I'm done man.  Jerk me off, fuck me, do
anything you want, but please, I've gotta get off.  I can't take it any
more!"

Derrick stands up behind me, the slick finger rubbing and pressing the
whole time.  "Anything?" he breathes in my ear.

"Yes.  God, yes.  Anything."

"You'll even let me work over that tight little hole of yours?"  The finger
presses more firmly, demanding an answer as it rubs.

"Yes!  My ass is yours if you want it man.  Just stop torturing me--I've
gotta cum!"  I relax my hole as much as I can to let him know I mean it,
then groan in pleasure and relief as the digit slides in.  I've never
wanted anything this bad in my life.

"Oh fuck yeah," Dave growls, and then he's pressing against me while his
tongue drills into my eager mouth.  He's a massive pile of sweaty, hairy
muscle, and I groan as I feel our cocks grind together.  His feels huge,
and I wish I could see it.  Derrick's finger is all the way in me now, but
this time I welcome it; there's no need for it to stretch me further.
Dave's hands slide down my back to my ass, then grab tight, spreading the
cheeks apart so Derrick's second finger can slide up my chute.  I can feel
a wave building inside me, and start shaking in pleasure, making some sort
of needy growl into Dave's mouth.  He breaks away from the kiss even as he
pulls our crotches tighter together, his fat schlong poking into my belly,
and then his mouth moves down to bite my nipple.

That does it.  I shout something--who the fuck knows what--and erupt.  My
hole spasms on Derrick's fingers, but he forces it open and fingers me
harder, the stretching and friction multiplying my orgasm.  Jets of hot goo
baste Dave's abs and mine, one of his hands snaking in to squeeze my balls
for an extra-big load.  I can't think, my brain overloaded on the
sensations the two guys are making me feel.  Strung up between them I'm
completely at their mercy, and God do they know how to work me.  This is a
record-setter, no doubt about it: both biggest and loudest load.  I lose
track of how many times I shoot, bucking between them, but when I finally
stop and Dave pulls away I can feel the juice starting to trickle down my
torso.  I always wondered why Grady called them "cum gutters;" now I know.

"Mmm...nice," Dave rumbles.  I gasp as he latches onto my slick cock and
rubs his thumb over the head.  I'm always super-sensitive after I come, and
this time is no different.  It might actually be worse: Derrick hasn't
stopped playing with my ass, and that seems to be keeping me pretty hard,
which is making Dave's dick torture worse.  My hips keep jerking
involuntarily, trying to get away, but of course that gets me nowhere.
Dave does seem to take pity on me though: his grip lightens up a bit and
his thumb slows down to a lazy circling around my helmet head that I can
tolerate if I have to.  Barely.

"That's a nice load you shot there Officer," Derrick says, his breath warm
on my ear, "been a while since you got off?"

"Not--" the thumb interrupts me for a second, "not really."

"You just like this little contest, huh?"

Yeah, you could say that.  "Yeah, that was hot."

"Oh, we're not done yet Officer.  You promised me your ass, remember?"

Oh, that.  The idea doesn't freak me out like it would have a couple of
hours ago.  Not if those fingers were any indication.  I nod.  "Uh huh."

"Good.  We need to get you cleaned up first though.  Dave, here's your
chance for a protein shake."

Dave lets me go and I hear wet noises and a muffled "Mmm..mm mm."  I may
have just blasted off, but the thought of this guy licking up my spunk has
already got the next launch sequence started.

"Oh yeah," Derek whispers, and for the first time he sounds seriously
horned up--not so in control any more.  "I gotta get some of that."  He
slides his digits out of my ass, ignoring my little grunt of
frustration--or so I think.  I'm less disappointed though when I feel hands
grip my sides a minute later, and then a warm tongue lapping across my
chest, slowly working downwards.  Dave to the rescue.

Dave pauses briefly.  "Derrick man, you gotta get in on this."  His tongue
gets back to work, my dick slowly rising to meet it.

"Yeah man, right there.  Save some for me okay?"  There are some noises
behind me I can't figure out (and don't really care about), and then
suddenly the pressure is back on my hole.  I sigh and arch my back to let
Derrick's fingers slide in more easily, and then it dawns on me that's not
what I feel back there.  It's some sort of slick rounded surface, and as it
pushes in I realize this is what a butt plug feels like.  It stretches me
more than the fingers, and I'm wondering how big it actually is, when the
fattest part gets past my ring and it pops the rest of the way in.  Derrick
twists it around a little to settle it in and I can't help the small groan
I let out--that warm glow in my ass makes the pressure feel so damn good.
Derrick gives it a little tap to settle it the rest of the way in.  "That's
the spirit."

A few seconds later he's joined Dave on the cleanup effort on my front
side.  They're taking their time, making sure to get every last drop, and I
love it.  Slowly but surely they get down to my treasure trail, and then
into my pubes.  My cock is back to full attention now thanks to the butt
plug and some occasional nipple action, and I pray they'll give it a
thorough cleaning too.

"Look at that man.  Look how much he's leaking."  Dave's voice is husky,
almost a whisper.

"Yeah...you should clean it up."  Derrick sounds just as horny.

"Nah, you go.  C'mon man, I know you like it."

"Fuck yeah.  Fuck.  Yeah."  Derrick and I let out simultaneous "Mmmm!"s as
he engulfs me in slow motion, tongue swirling and lapping until I'm in to
the hilt, his nose pressed into my pubes.  My dick twitches in happiness,
and that triggers a wave of sensation in my ass when my ring clenches on
the plug.  Another happy "Mmm!" escapes me.

I start to rock my hips to fuck his face a little, and he backs off to let
me.  Pretty soon I've got a nice thing going, with his mouth making my dick
happy, and the dildo doing the same for my ass.  I start panting a little
as I pick up speed.  "Fuck yeah man, that feels great."

So of course Derrick pulls off.  "You want some of this meat Dave?"

"Shit yeah."  I feel a hungry mouth hoover down hard, but it's only there
for a second or two and then it's gone.  I can hear Dave panting though,
then a groan.  "Dude, stop!  I'm too close man, don't!"

"His dick makin' you horny big boy?  I feel you dripping."

"Yeah, well I'm not the only one Derrick."

"Yeah, ya got me."  Derrick sounds amused, then thoughtful.  "He's got a
nice dick, for sure."  Warm lips wrap around my head as he starts suckling
slowly, the tip of his tongue digging the precum out of my piss slit for a
minute before he lets me go.  "All right, let's do it before we both lose
it."

"About time.  How am I gonna?..."

"Just grab your chair man--you can lean up against it.  Remember last
week?"

"Ahh, right.  Yeah."  I hear something dragging across the floor.

Suddenly there are hands sliding across my ass cheeks, spreading them
apart, and Derrick's lips are back against my ear.  I shiver.  "You ready
to get fucked officer McKenna?"

"Yeah."  I lick my lips.  "Do it."

"Damn right.  I can't wait to slide up your ass bro."  He slides the plug
out of my chute, and I feel empty.  I arch my hips for him, knowing it
won't be fingers this time, but what I really need.  And then I feel his
warm spongy head sliding down my crack, slick with lube, as it homes in on
my hole.  When it reaches its target I push back as much as I can--just
enough that I can feel the warm, fat head start to enter me.  I grunt in
frustration.

"Fuck," Derrick breathes, "you're ready aren't you?"

"Yeah.  Jesus Derrick, put it in."

"Yeaaaahhh...." He's pushing in now, so slowly.  "You like that cock up
your ass Officer?"

"Yessss...fuuuuck.  Deeper man."  He's bigger than the rubber toy, and it
feels glorious.  I want more.  "Fuck me...."

"God you are so tight."  Derrick's hands are braced on my hips, not that
I'm trying to get away, and he's panting.  I think I can feel his dick
twitching as he sinks the rest of the way in.  "Fuck."  He takes a deep
breath and stops moving, pubes pressed against my ass while his hands roam
over my back and shoulders.  "I am going to love fucking your brains out
dude."

"God, do it."  I can't wait for him to start moving inside me.

"Not just yet."  He takes another deep breath.  "Dude, you ready or what?
I'm gonna fuckin' nut without you if you're not."

In front of me Dave sounds annoyed.  "Waitin' on you Derrick.  You're not
the only one with blue balls."

"Sorry man."  Derrick's hand slides around to grab the base of my dick and
push it down.  For a second I'm confused, and then I feel warm hairy flesh
pressing against the tip.  Derrick pushes me down more, and my head slides
through Dave's lightly furred crack until it comes up against a hot smooth
spot, and I hear him sigh.

"Yeah, hold him right there.  Ahhh...fuck...yessss...."  The muscular ass
parts way for me, and I bite my lip as I sink into the smooth warmth.
Dave's good and lubed up, and I slide right in; he takes it like a champ.
"Mmmm...yeah!"  He starts sliding back and forth and I join his groans:
that slick friction all along my shaft is freakin' heaven on earth.

Now that Dave and I are getting a rhythm going Derrick starts working his
way into the action.  His thrusts are making my ass feel as good as my
dick, and as he builds up speed I let him know just how much I like it.
Pretty soon the two of them are synched up, Derrick's fatty grinding
against my prostate just as Dave bottoms out on my own, then both of them
pulling away while I gasp, desperate for the next stroke.  Strung up like I
am all I can do is stand there and take it; even though I don't want them
to ever stop, I'm also hoping that they'll get me off a second time real
soon.  I can't believe I haven't exploded already, but somehow I'm still
hanging in there through this torture.  "Harder!"  I can hardly take it,
but I still want more.  More of that hard cock pounding my ass, more of
Dave's tight chute squeezing every inch of me.

"Damn right," Derrick growls, and picks up his pace.  His hands are holding
my hips in place, but he's pounding me hard now and the impact pushes me
deep into Dave.

Obviously that's how he likes it, because he's groaning and panting
continuously at the top of his lungs, with assorted "God, yeah!"s and "Fuck
me!"s generously mixed in.  No question who's behind the noise complaints,
that's for sure.  He picks up his pace, and I can hear him fapping away as
he jerks his meat, and then he's clamping down as he blows his load with a
final "GAAAWD!  YEEES!!  FUUUUCK!!"  For a minute I think I might join him,
but I'm getting to my tipping point as he's winding down.  Derrick's barely
slowed, but Dave stops as he finishes coming, and I still need just a
little bit more.  Fuck!  I really, really need to nut now.  But then Dave
pulls off me, and I'm left there with my dick in the air and my balls
aching.  Maybe if Derrick's picks it up....

"Fuck me harder man!  I'm close Derrick--fuck my brains out man, do it!"
And Derrick does.  He's going all out--if it weren't for the straps he'd be
sending me flying across the room.  My ass loves it: those shocks I feel
when he bangs into my prostate are getting stronger and stronger, and I'm
whimpering in time with his thrusts as he pushes me closer to the edge.  I
had no idea I could shoot a load just from getting fucked good and hard,
but it's gonna happen in another minute or two I can tell.  "More!"  I
can't remember NOT needing cock.

"Fuck yeah!  Take it dude!"  Derrick slams into me hard, sweat flying onto
my back, and then I feel his dick swell up and start jetting into my hole.
It's fucking intense--the thought of this stud breeding me makes me feel
like a total man whore, dirty and hot all at once.  I squeeze his cock as
he comes, wanting to milk all his load, and I'm rewarded with his "Aaaaww
yeah!  Fuckin' tight!" of pleasure as he comes and comes.  All that jizz up
my hole...fuck yeah.

It's amazing and it's hot--and it's still not enough to get me off.
Derrick's dick has slowed as his orgasm winds down, and the "Fuck!" I let
off now is from frustration.

His hands wrap around me in a bear hug, pulling our sweat-slick bodies
together, and he pinches my nipples.  I groan, equally horny and pissed
off.  "You sound like you need to get off Officer.  You got a load you
wanna drop?"

"Fuck Derrick, you know I do.  Come on man!"  I'm frustrated enough to be
pissed, so at least it doesn't sound completely like I'm begging.  Even if
I am.

Derrick laughs.  "Yeah, you've earned it man.  Whadya think Dave?  Should
we get him off?"

"Oh yeah.  For sure," Dave murmurs from somewhere near my waist.

"Yeah, let's do it."  Derrick's right hand slides down from my nipple and
wraps around my shaft, squeezing and pushing it down.  I suck in my breath
as my head brushes over a stubbled cheek and then Dave's lips take me in,
his tongue polishing my knob while Derrick strokes the base.  I feel a warm
mitt grab my ball sack and start gently squeezing in time with the lips and
tongue, and then Derrick starts up again inside me.  It's not the sensory
overload of a few minutes ago, but now they're focused on getting me off,
and I don't need much of a push.

"Fuck yeah guys, that's it.  I'm gonna shoot!  Jesus yes, do me,
I'm.....aaaaaaaggghh!" And I finally get mine.  This time I just freeze up,
my whole body clenched as the jizz erupts in what feels like one continuous
stream.  Dave pulls off me, and Derrick moves his stroking to the head to
finish me off.  I feel Dave's cheeks and lips against my spurting cock
head, and picture him kneeling in front of me while white juice drips down
his face.  The image makes the last of my load that much sweeter, and I let
out a long "Nnnngggghhh" of satisfaction and release as the last drops
drain onto Dave's waiting tongue.

As I slowly come back to my senses, I'm starting to think it's time to wrap
this up.  My shoulders are sore, my wrists are starting to chafe, my thighs
are burning, and holy crap is my ass going to be sore tomorrow.  As if on
cue, Derek slides out from me.  Part of me misses him in there, but another
part is ready to call it a day.  "Guys, that was really hot.  I mean, it
was amazing.  But...could you let me out now?  Seriously."

Derek gives a deep chuckle, and as wiped as I am it still sounds sexy.
"Yeah man, I think you earned it."  His hands move to my wrists, releasing
the straps, and I pull the blindfold off while my ankles are being set
free.  Dave looks up when he's done cleaning my cock and instinctively I
reach down to wipe some of my jizz off his face, then slide my fingers into
his mouth to clean it up.  He's as hot as I imagined, and if I weren't so
tired from the combination of night shift, gym session, and sexcapades then
I'd probably be ready for another round with the slutty Viking lookalike.
As it is, I pull my digits out and start looking for my clothes.  When I
turn around Derrick is still right behind me, a satisfied grin on his face
as he leans over my shoulder.  He grabs my ass and pulls our hips together,
his pubes chafing my ass.  "So, if we need a cop we should expect you to
show up?  As our community liaison?"  His smile widens; I see a lot of
3-1-1 calls in my future.