Date: Mon, 17 May 1999 09:00:19 PDT
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Officer and the Quarterback

I never did get around to a sequel to "After Football Practice," but hopefully,
this will do as a follow-up. Thanks to all the guys who wrote after that story
appeared.  I've been slow to reply to emails, but your comments are
appreciated.

Usual disclaimer: the following story contains descriptions of sex between
men. Do not read if such material disgusts you or is inappropriate for your
age, read no further.

The Officer and the Quarterback (mm, oral, anal)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Eric Stevens racked his weights and headed to the showers. It was a rainy
afternoon in a small Georgia town and an awful day to leave the house. Eric,
star quarterback of the local highschool team, was dedicated to his workout
though. Weekdays he could use the school gym, but for his Saturday
workouts, he would come in town to the YMCA gym.

His dedication was starting to show not only in his prowess on the field but in
the body he was developing. At 6'3" he stood above most of the other guys in
his senior class, and with almost 200 pounds of young, hard-jock muscle, he
was a stunning specimen. Even in a T-shirt, his nipples were clearly visible
crowns for the mounds of studly pec muscles and his back was a sheath of
power from his lats up to his neck.

Eric stopped to admire his growing physique in the mirror. In the reflection,
in the background, he could see a couple of real hunks going through their
workouts. Lately, it seems all he could think about was other men. Their
bodies, their faces, their cock and balls stuffed into the crotch of their
jeans. He never ever would think of coming on to any of the guys he had
hots for on his team or at school, so he would sneak off at night to the
downtown park, where he heard that "fags" would go and have sex. It took
only a few nights before an attractive married man offered his oral
services on the young athlete. Since that first blowjob, Eric was hooked.
He went to the park whenever he could, eager to get his rocks off.

This afternoon, though, as he watched the more stunning men working out,
he had to watch himself. He wasn't wearing any underwear beneath his gym
shorts and if he wasn't careful he'd get a noticeable hardon. Along with an
amazing body, he possessed a gargantuan dick that was the envy of the
lockerroom. Of course the guys on the team had only seen it soft, when it
swing thick and low between Eric's massive thighs,  but erect it was a sight to
be seen and uncontainable by a measly set of gym shorts.

Eric left the gym in the middle of the downpour. His house was on a deserted
road a mile from the gym, and as his car was now in the shop, he'd have to
walk the whole distance. Already the warm rain soaked through the cotton
t-shirt and gymshorts. The fabric clung to his muscles like a second skin and
had there been any passers-by, nothing of Eric's fine physique would be left
to their imagination. Eric didn't mind the rain too much. It just gave him
the occasion to admire his freshly pumped muscles and even give his dick a
tug or two through the wet cotton shorts.

Officer Jim Harris was cruising around without his partner Bill that day. Jim
was an undeniable stud: massive, muscled body, a rugged face with perpetual
stubble, and an oversized prick that was always hard. His partner was no
slouch himself, short and bulit like a brick shithouse, with a set of melon-
shaped buns that loved to spread for Jim's wet, horny dick. The two men
started fucking on the job about two years ago, ever since they were
responsible for busting a tea room at a highway reststop. No arrests had been
made, but each cop dick got a couple helpings of tight college jock ass before
the night was over. Before long, Jim discovered what a bottom cop his ultra-
butch partner. Every night they'd pull over the cruiser several times and Jim
would mount Bill with his nightstick-sized cock.

But tonight, Jim was alone, horny and in need of relief. For the past 30
minutes, he'd been driving the police car around with his fly unzipped and
his cock snugly in his massaging hand.  He knew he was so worked up he
could jack his load onto the dashboard and steering wheel, but he thought
that'd be a waste of the perfectly good hot manseed that was building up in
his huge round balls.

Just then he saw a perfect young jock body walking along the deserted street
in rain soaked clothes. Jim could make out every sinew of every muscle and
was especially impressed by the firm, round butt whose cleft was clearly
defined by clinging shorts. He pulled his cruiser alongside the young man,
careful to tuck his shaft back into his uniform trousers. He rolled down the
window and called out to the stud.

"Hey, son, you shouldn't be walking out in this. Do you need a ride home?"

Eric broke out of his reverie and looked into the police car that had pulled
alongside him. Though the window he could make out the face of the police
officer, a gorgeous man in his mid to late 30s, he'd guess.  The man was Eric's
ideal: masculine, built, and 100% pure American beef.

"Sure, officer. That'd be great."  The young jock quickly got into the
cruiser's front seat. Officer Harris reached over Eric and rolled up the
window. Eric noticed that the officer's arm was huge, with knotty triceps,
a massive bulge of a bicep and a powerful forearm. He had to hide his
stares, though. 

The cop turned to him as he pulled the car away. "What are you doing out
walking on an afternoon like this?"

"Just at the gym for my lower body workout."

"Looks like your upper body is in great condition as well," said the officer,
reaching over and rubbing the young stud's pecs lightly. Jim was getting real
horny now. The young man's mounds of chest muscle were covered with the
stretched, drenched fabric. It was almost as if a naked boy sat in the
front seat with him. A naked boy with a stud-man's body. Jim ran his thick,
calloused hand along the muscle and could feel every hair, every goosebump
and of course the nipples that poked through the t-shirt.

"How old are you, son?" the older man asked just as his hand reached a
stiffening nipple underneath the stretched wet t-shirt.

Eric took in a silent breath, then answered, "Nineteen, sir."

Jim's big dick twitched at the tone of innocence and deep sexiness in his new
companion's voice. "Well, you're already getting a man's body, I can tell."

Eric felt slightly uncomfortable yet also proud from the complements the
police officer was giving him. He didn't know how to read the conversation
or the muscular hand that had circled his nipple before pulling away.
Something about policemen usually frightened him. He knew that he was
sporting a boner longer and stiffer than he had ever felt, though. This guy was
hotter than any man he'd face-fucked in the park.

After a little too long feeling Eric's chest muscles, Jim withdrew his hand and
went back to concentrating on driving. "Man, your clothes are all soaked," he
said as his hand pulled away. "Why don't we stop at my place and you can dry
up. I probably even have some clothes that'll fit you."

"Sure," Eric replied," but any clothes that can fit on a body like yours
will be loose on me." Eric stared at the officer's beefy muscles, and his
eyes kept wandering back to the straining biceps that bulged in the
slightly tight short-sleeve uniform shift. "How big are your arms anyway?"

"Don't know. Go ahead, try to put your hand around it."

Nervously, Eric grasped the cop's right arm. Now was his chance to feel up
the man who'd been kind enough to offer him a ride home. The bicep
suddenly swelled up to nearly twice its relaxed size. As used as the
quarterback's wide hands were to grasping pigskin, he could not begin even to
close his hand around the hugeass muscles pulsing in his palm.

By now the young man's hormones were pumping away and he could feel a
megaload of football-player cum swirling in his nuts and a large wetspot of
precum soak into his already damp shorts. At this point, Eric's eyes looked
down at Officer Harris's lap and noticed a firehose-thick prick snake its way
down the tightly packed thighs of his uniform. Jesus! the stud is getting as
randy as I am by all this, he though. Apparently, the policeman, eyes dutifully
on the road, hadn't noticed Eric's crotchward glance, but as the athlete's hand
moved up and down his swelled bicep, he said, "Yeah, I have another muscle
you can put your hand around."

Eric didn't say enough, he was so nervous. But his prick was doing the
thinking for him as he slid his hand down the man's side to his lap. Firmly,
he gripped the massive cock in the pants and began squeezing it.

Officer Harris looked over to Eric and saw a look of unfightable lust in his
face. "You're a pretty sexy guy, you know that stud?"

Eric blushed but didn't remove his kneading hand from Jim's crotch.

Jim continued talking. "You play sports?"

"Yeah," Eric managed to get out.

"Football?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thought so. You have the body for it. You're pretty nervous, aren't you?
Well, you shouldn't be. You're one hot fucker." Jim reached over again to
play with Eric's taut muscles.

The athlete gave a short sigh and breathed out, "I--I think you're pretty
hot yourself."

"Would you like to suck my dick, hot guy?"

"God, yeah. It feels pretty huge."

Jim wasted no time in pulling the car over the side of the road. The rain was
coming down really hard now, and no one would be driving by.

Meanwhile, Eric had worked the zipper down on the policeman's blue uniform
and pulled the fat shaft out through the opening. The cock he held was
magnificent. It was long and thick and had a flaring cock head that oozed
with a clear bead of liquid at the tip. Eric flicked his tongue at the
large cockhead, tasting the first hint of spooge stored up in the cop's
bull balls. 

"Fuck, yes," breathed Jim. This boy may be nervous getting picked up by a guy
but he didn't seem nervous once he started sucking on a cop-stud dick. The
jock would alternate between licking up and down the side of the massive
shaft and swallowing the cop dick as

The beefy police officer was getting into the expert head this smooth-skinned
hunk was giving. But he wanted to see more of this sucker's hard body. He
pulled Eric's head up off his engorged cock. "Take a break stud, I want to see
your sexy body naked." Slowly he peeled off Eric's T-shirt, while the athlete
shucked down his wet shorts.

Suddenly Jim was faced with the sight of a horny 19-year-old football jock
with a hardon that rivaled his own in steel-hardness and sheer size. Jim
reached over and took the twitching cock in his hand. "Man, looks like this
dick could do some major damage. Has any one ever given a blow job to this
monster?"

"Yeah," Eric shyly admitted, "I usually go to the park at night and some guy is
always there eager to suck me off. I guess some have a hard time swallowing
it, but I don't care. I'm just horny all the time."

"You and me both, guy. Man, this is a beaut." Jim said more to himself than
to Eric. Overcome with a hunger for cock, the officer bent over and started
expert-throating the monster shaft. The dick felt great going down the cop's
open gullet. He worked further and further down the shaft until Eric's stud
nuts slapped him in the chin on each thrust. Jim desperately wanted to lick
those balls while sucking the huge cock, but the size of Eric's dick was just too
much for him to do anything besides open up his throat and suck like hell.

His fingers did rub down between Eric's athletic legs, feeling the trail of
scratchy hair that led from the young man's scrotum to his puckered hole.
Jim would alternate between teasing the area of Eric's asshole and rubbing the
low-hanging balls. Sometimes he'd stick his fingers along side the shaft as his
mouth plunged down the length, getting the digits all wet. He'd then place
them at the entrance to Eric's virgin rectum and push in, working the hole a
little larger and opening up the cavity to two then three fingers. Eric had
never felt anything like that before. The pleasure was intense enough to get
him off, but he wanted to wait a while before hosing the cop's throat with his
load. This felt too good to end right away.

After a few minutes more of this, Jim spat out Eric's dick. "Say, how would
you like to get fucked?"

Jim's fingers poked further up Eric's relaxed asshole. He could feel his dick
throb. "Well, I've never....I've never done that. But your finger feels real
good up my asshole. And I think I'd like you to do it."

"Sure? It'll hurt a little at first, you know, but it feels great once you
get settled into a good fuck."

"Well, coach said we should be able to take pain like a man."

Jim laughed. "Your coach is a smart man."

Jim leaned back up and guided Eric's head back to his prick. "Here, wet my
cock back up." Eric needed no further instruction. He was hotter than hell for
this specimen of a man and realized if all guys were like this, nothing could
tear him away from sucking cock morning, noon and night.

When Jim's fuck stick was sufficiently wet with saliva, Jim pulled Eric up on
top of him, both men facing the car window. The position was cramped, but it
allowed Eric to control the pace in which Jim busted his cherry ass. In
seconds, the officer positioned his flared dickhead at the virgin hole and
pressed up as Eric sat down on the invading monster.

At first, the invasion hurt like hell for Eric, but he was determined to
take the fucking like a stud and slid more and more of the cockmeat up his
chute. Pretty soon, all ten inches were stuffed up that tight quarterback
ass. Eric just rested on the man's sex pole, but Jim decided to take charge.
Lifting his hips up, then down, pulling the cock back enough to thrust up
again. And thrust he did, ramming his horny dick deep up the
football-jock's bowels. 

Jim couldn't remember a hotter fuck. Here was this nude football player
sqatting on his pole and riding his lap. The young man's back rippled with
bulging muscles that showed the hours of weight lifting and ball playing in
their overwhelming mass and definition. Jim's strong hands gripped Eric's
shoulders, then explored down the athlete's front, along the pecs and the firm
ab muscles.

These caressed were heaven to Eric, who could feel the slightly-rough
polyester fabric of the cop's uniform shirt rubbing against his lats and the
exposed bulging bicep trapped under his own arms as Jim reached around to
rub Eric's chest and pull the stud. Not to mention almost a foot of hard,
dripping stud meat shoving its way in and out of his now loosened ass.

"Fuck me!" the athlete cried out and bucked his taut buttcheeks down hard
against Jim's blue-cloth-covered lap. In fact this fuck went beyond Eric's
horniest dreams. He loved how used he felt being taken from behind by a
fully uniformed police officer ready to show a horny jock his place in the
world.

"Yeah," Jim purred, "That's it. Show this cop how a football slut takes his
man's dick. "

By now, Eric was jumping up and down to make the manmeat push harder
and faster up his no-longer-virgin guts. "Yes, officer, does this ass feel
good? You like picking up young jocks to fuck?"

"Yeah, I can tell a guy who likes taking dick. When I saw you on the side of
the road in those wet clothes of yours, I knew it wouldn't take long before I
was shoving all ten inches of my cock up your horny-stud butt."

"Oh fuck!" Eric cried out. He was drowning in lust. Jim's right hand was
jacking his prick off, while his left explored his chest and shoulders. When
the officer's hand ran along his cheek, Eric stuck his tongue out and licked at
the salty skin on the cop's bulging hair-covered forearm. Jim moaned and
threw a meaner fuck while running the length of his arm all along the jock's
extended tongue. At last he crammed a couple of fingers into the stud's
mouth, which proceded to tongue and suck them with the same passion he'd
sucked the officer's dick meat not minutes ago.

"Here it comes, son. Take my fucking load up that sweet ass of yours."

"Awwh, yes. Give it to me, sir. Fuck that load of yours deep up my ass. I want
it so bad."

"Yeah, I can tell. I haven't fucked a guy who wanted it so bad. Oh, fuck, I'm
shooting right now. Take it!"

At the same moment Eric crossed over the edge of orgasm and spurts of
football-jock cream spilled into the police officer's right hand and all
over the dash. The combination of his own sperm shots and the cop cum being
sprayed all up his was too much for Eric, who let out an orgasmic scream.

Eric recovered in a heartbeat, though and lifted his stretched, sloppy ass off
Jim's big-ass cock. As cum leaked down from his hole, the quarterback bent
down and started lapping at the still-hard fuckstick poking out of Jim's
uniform pants. "Don't want the cum to get your uniform dirty," he said
before sucking the shaft down his eager jock mouth.

Sergeant Harris couldn't believe how incredible this football stud was. Sure,
he'd fucked young jocks before and had gotten even dozens more to go down
on his horse dick. This guy was totally into it, though, and his eagerness only
made his jock-next-door looks that much hotter. Jim massaged the thick cords
of muscles in Eric's neck as the young stud continued his head job. Soon he
was guiding Eric's head down on his still unsatisfied dick and would
alternately shove his prick further up the athletes open throat. He offered his
right hand to Eric's cocksucking mouth, which took breaks from swallowing
dick to lick the cream he'd shot onto the officer's hand.

This blow job was amazing enough, but when the strong quarterback gripped
the officer's testicles, the cop cum came torpedoing out of Jim's spermgun
into Eric's waiting throat.

Out of breath, the two men lay back in the car seats, staring at the steamed-up
windows and occasionally looking over at each other, Eric at the fully
uniformed cop with a shrinking cock sticking out, Jim at a totally cute,
totally nude jock-stud who really knew how service a horny police officer.

After a minute or so, Eric offered his hand out and shook Jim's. "My name's
Eric, by the way."

"Officer Jim Harris, at your service."

The two hunks kissed on their new friendship.