Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 16:19:16 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cadet Takes a Ride, pt. 2

Cadet Takes a Ride, pt.2 (mm, oral, anal, cops)
Bill Drake
(billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The following story contains graphic
description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further.


This
story continues with the same characters as "Cop Cadet," a previous story of
mine. For other of my stories check out the Authors section of Nifty or see
my page at Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/.

This
one's a short chapter, but part 3 is on the way. Drop me an email if you
like this one or have story suggestions.



Cadet Takes a Ride


2

Lieutenant did his part. Friday morning Capt. Peters called me into his
office.

"Well, Drake, it seems your horny ass if gonna be happy this
weekend. Johnson told me in no uncertain terms that you're to have the next
two days off. He wouldn't tell me why, but I know the look of a man who's
looking forward to getting laid." His blue eyes sparkled beneath the rough,
stubbled face. He held his expression in a dour scowl, but I could tell a
grin was fighting its way to show through. The big lug of a bastard was
jealous.

"Yes, sir. Should I gave a full report Monday?" I normally
wouldn't be so cheeky to my superior, but there was no way to save grace
here.

That made Carl break into a laugh. He's so fucking sexy when he
laughs, and just watching his stock, powerful frame as it approached me was
turning me on. Peters by any objective standard was not the demi-god that
Lieutenant was, but he was one hell of a man.

"Nah, cadet, that's OK." His
large body was now next to mine and he wrapped his burly arm around my
waist, nudging his nose against mine. He dropped his voice to a deep,
sensual whisper. "Just save a bit for me, will ya son?" His eyebrows arched
up as if pleading with me.

"You bet, Captain, sir!" I replied right before
our lips connected with an electrical heat.


********

After an uneventful
shift, I was getting out of the shower and returning to my locker when I saw
a huge, beefy build of a man sitting on one of the benches, legs spread
facing away toward my locker. The back was a powerful mass of muscle, delts
and lats spreading out in sheer brawn, tapering down to a fine round ass. It
was Corporal Bates.

And he had a hardon. The eight inch scepter stuck
proudly up between the massive thighs, commanding a presence that drew my
attention as I rounded the corner and went to my locker. The Corporal
sneered silently as he watched me with his cold, dark brown eyes. Man, that
fucker knew how to be intimidating.

My cock wasn't intimidated though, it
was rising at half mast underneath my towel as I took out my street clothes.
I dropped the towel and slid on my sweat pants, the ones emblazoned with my
high school baseball team logo.

"Nice body you got there, cadet," Bates
finally said as I was beginning to pull my team T-shirt over my head. I
didn't intend to dress as if I were still on the high school team, but this
really was the most comfortable thing I had. Plus I didn't expect I'd be
wearing clothes much at Lieutenant's house this weekend. My cock throbbed
thinking about what lay in store for me. And thinking about the sight in
front of me. Bates muscles were huge, and the bulk of his body just made his
eight inch throbber more obscene as he spread his powerful legs further
apart, teasing me with his large cop dick.

"Thanks, sir," I replied,
keeping my cool. "I try to keep in shape."

"It shows, boy. What do you say
I give that tight ass of yours a good fuck? Huh?" The man put his hands on
his hips and I swore that cock jumped up and grew another inch. The sight of
the dick dew beading at the tip was making me sweat in horniness. I knew I
couldn't linger here however.

"Would love to sir, but I'm supposed to meet
the Lieutenant. I can't keep him waiting."

Bates stood up and started
walking toward me, his hardon was like a divining rod leading the way to
jock ass. My jock ass.

"Too bad, boy." His powerful naked torso circling
mine and pressing its form insistently against my T-shirt covered back. His
arm snaked around my chest, tweaking my nipples through the cotton. My cock
shot a little spurt of pre-cum right then and there. "I'd love to test drive
this bubble butt you've been showing off in that cadet uniform of yours.
Fuck, I bet you'd love it too. Nice, rough, raw fuck. Just the way I like to
give them."

His thick fingers groped and kneaded my muscular jock ass
cheeks, loosening up the sinewed muscle and spreading them through my
sweats. Suddenly, those fingers gripped the elastic of the sweats and pulled
them down to expose my bare ass to the precinct lockerroom air. "And that is
one perfect ass, you got there, boy. Would love to part those cheeks apart
with my cock, prime you up."

He wasn't just talking. That hot, hard dick
was pressing tightly against my puckered hole. "Yeah, I'd love to take you
back to my place and dick you good, guy. Fuck that cute ass right off of
you." He was pushing in now. I was certainly no stranger to dick by this
point, but Bates thick monster hurt like hell. The dry heat chafed as he
stretched my hole and pushed the flared, angry cockhead deep into my bowels.
He didn't even sink all the way in before he started a hard, rapid thrust in
and out of my guts. "Take you down. Claim your cadet butt..." he growled,
his mouth right next to my ear. The deepness of his voice sent shutters
through me that competed with the discomfort radiating from my ass.

"Fuck,
Bates, sir!" I groaned. As much as I tried to accommodate his awesome rod, I
couldn't manage to get beyond the awful friction.

"What, stud? Not up for
a dry fuck today? I thought you'd be too hot for this cock to care," he
sneered derisively as he pummeled my ass even more. "No matter," he finally
said, pulling out his cock until just the tip was nestled in my sphincter. I
heard the man spit behind me, deep full hawks of saliva that fell and
splattered on his cock below him. A couple more times he let loose with his
spit, then pushed that dick back in.

The difference was night and day. The
giant cock still stretched me, but now it went in smoothly and my ass opened
and constricted in rapid succession, urging the brawny corporal deeper into
me.

"That's it boy, take my fucking cock. You're a better fuck than
O'Donnell. Yeah, I saw you watching us in the shower yesterday. That's how I
knew you'd want the same treatment. Knew it was time for me to spread those
jock cheeks and show you a good, hard Bates fuck. I'm not a man who wastes
his time."

"Glad you aren't sir," I muttered, the wind half knocked out of
me with each hard shove of his cop meat into me.

"I know you are, slut.
The way you were looking at my hard cop cock when you got outta the shower.
Fuck, I knew I had your hot ass then and there."

"Yes, sir. Fuck my ass.
Fucking take it, man."

"You bet I will, taking that ass and hosing it down,
boy. Ready for my seed? I don't want to keep the Lieutenant waiting," Bates
growled as he pummeled my butt with deep, rough strokes, pounding my
prostate so bad my dick was leaking in large spurts in rhythm to his fucks.


Then I felt it. The hot shower of manseed spraying my innards, wetting me
down, letting me know I was being rutted and conquered by a full-blooded
stud. Bates grunted and snorted like a bull mating, his arms gripped my hips
tightly as he pivoted in and out of my hole, fucking that seed deep into my
guts. It was exquisite.

He pulled out and slapped his wet, cum-slick cock
against my ass to wipe off the mess, then put his rough hand on my shoulder
as he leaned down to breath into my ear.

"You're a real nice fuck, cadet. I
want more of this ass. I mean it."

"Yeah, Bates. Anytime."

"Good boy!" he
smiled, as he patted my shoulder in reassurance and walked off to shower
down. My throbbing hardon ached, but I knew I didn't want to be late to
Lieutenant's. Besides I was sure to get off big this weekend.