Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 23:05:41 -0800
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cop's son (hs, auth)

Very mild authoritarian theme of slight coercion, no spanking/sm, just first
time sex with a high school buddy who takes advantage.

Cop's Son
=========

  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
  met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
  site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.

Sweet Release
-------------

  I was holding a copy of a ~Playboy~ magazine in one hand as my
  other hand jacked my cock. My mind though was wandering. In Sunday
  school the priest had invited some women to talk about ~sex~. The
  women had been pretty honest with us and warned us to wait for
  marriage and all of that shit. They had also told us about
  condoms. I really wanted to try a condom. I wanted to fuck
  something. Maybe the pretty girl in the magazine I was reading.

  "**AHHHH**," I gasped as my body arched and I shot a load of cum
  onto my chest.

  My mom knocked on the door and I quickly covered the sheets over
  my body and the magazine as she entered. "Jonnie dad and I are
  going to take a week vacation alone to Rhode Island next month, we
  are going to have you stay with the Greene's."

  I must have allowed my thoughts about the proposed sleeping
  arrangements show because my mom scolded me and I quickly said it
  would be ok. "Ok if you can tolerate the fact that Mike Greene is
  a huge fag," I thought. Not that I was the coolest kid at school,
  but I was at least not in the losers and geeks group. Spending a
  week living with Mike could easily make my last semester of high
  school miserable.

  I tried for the, I'm eighteen line, and mom said that when I acted
  my age I would be treated it. Admittedly smashing my mom's car in
  the snow while showing off some driving tricks my dad had taught
  me had made me less than popular around the house since
  Thanksgiving. The only reason I escaped serious punishment is that
  my dad was just as much in the doghouse for "encouraging" me.

Drop Off
--------

  We knew the Greene's since forever since Mike's dad and my dad
  were both police officers together. My dad seemed oblivious to the
  faggot he was leaving me with for a ~whole~ week. Mrs. Greene
  greeted me warmly at the door and then waived my parents on their
  way.

  My dad had threatened to tan my hide if I misbehaved for the
  Greenes and I did not doubt that he would follow through on that
  threat. Mrs. Greene led me upstairs to Mike's room which I would
  be sharing. Mike had a trundle bed of sorts where an extra bed
  rolled out from under the bed and then popped up to regular
  height.

  Mrs. Greene had already moved the extra bed about a foot from the
  edge of Mike's bed. Mike was at his desk working on homework and
  barely grunted at me. He and I had not been friendly since high
  school--especially after Mike came out as a huge faggot.

  "Lights out at nine," Mrs. Greene said as she stepped out and shut
  the door.

  I flopped my stuff down and tried to lay down on the bed to
  decompress. Mike snickered and I had to fight my impulse to deck
  him. He turned around and asked if there was anything I needed.

  "Yeah, to get this bed further away from you," I said.

  "What are you so afraid of Jonnie?"

  "Faggot," I responded.

  "Big mouth, but aren't you just afraid you might like it?"

  "Shut the fuck up Mike before I deck you," I said.

  Mike laughed at me, got up and then flopped down on his bed right
  next to me. "We used to be best buddies like our dads," Mike said,
  "then you just stopped talking to me one day."

  "Well you changed."

  "I haven't changed," Mike responded, "but you turned into quite
  the homophobe." He then walked out leaving the door open and
  headed to the bathroom.

  He came back wearing just white briefs and I guess my eyes must
  have wandered, but he was too polite to say anything. He plopped
  down onto his bed and picked up a copy of "The Grapes of Wrath"
  which our English classes were reading.

  I decided to head to the bathroom and clean myself up as well. By
  the time I finished in the bathroom it was already eight fifty as
  I walked out of the bathroom wearing boxers and Mrs. Greene
  stopped me in the hallway. "Jonnie, boys wear briefs to sleep."

  I tried to explain I did not own any briefs but Mrs. Greene simply
  walked me to Mike's bedroom and handed me a pair of his briefs
  saying "put these on."

  She walked out shutting the door and I was stuck having to strip
  in front of Mike and put on his briefs. He watched me like a hawk,
  savoring my discomfort. "Faggot," I muttered as I changed and got
  the briefs on.

Sleep
-----

  Mrs. Greene came back in at nine-on-the-dot and checked on us and
  turned off the light with the admonition not to be talking or
  making noise and to go straight to sleep. Like I had anything to
  say to Mike any more.

  As soon as she shut the door Mike whispered, "so you want to see
  what it is like to have your cock sucked?"

  "Shut the fuck up faggot," I said, but the idea had been planted.
  I was still a virgin and the idea of anyone, even a fag like Mike
  sucking my dick had a certain appeal.

  "What you afraid of, having your cock sucked won't make you a
  fag," he continued.

  "SHUT UP," I said loudly. Mr. Greene knocked on the door and
  reminded us to quiet down and that he better not have to come in
  there.

  Eighteen and I felt like I was twelve again.

  "We used to sleep together on trips, remember," Mike kept it up,
  "just let me suck your dick."

  I swung out my hand towards his bed, but his hand caught my fist
  and he grabbed my fist and kissed it. Mike quickly maneuvered
  across the narrow gap between the beds and was on top of me,
  pinning me down.

Blowjob
-------

  When I started trying to shout, Mike began to choke me until I stopped
  making sounds. "Quiet down," he whispered, "if my parents come in
  I will tell them you insulted me and I guarantee that my dad will whip
  your ass."

  I stopped trying to talk and decided to let Mike suck me off. Mike
  kept one hand tightly around my throat and used his other hand
  to slide my briefs down. I noticed his cock was hard against my
  chest and I was a bit revolted but then noticed that, perhaps
  from fear, I was a bit erect myself.

  Mike slid down my body and wrapped his lips around my semi-erect
  shaft. The sensation was intense as Mike's plump lips wrapped
  around my sensitive mushroom cap. I was scarred as all fuck that
  Mike's dad would walk in and of what Mike was doing. But, I just
  lay there like a frozen log as my faggot best friend began to
  deliver an extended blow job.

  Mike's tongue ran up and down my shaft as it expanded to full
  length. "MMM," I moaned slightly and Mike paused. "Keep it up
  faggot," I said softly.

  Mike smiled broadly and returned to work.

  The sensations from receiving my first blow job was intense and
  Mike knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue flicked the
  sensitive skin right between the shaft and my mushroom cap
  repeatedly and he had me moaning softly.

  Mike then switched his attentions to sucking my testicles. He got
  both balls into his mouth and swirled them around with his tongue.
  I had never imagined someone sucking my balls and it felt really
  good. I was cooing appreciatively as he returned to a full
  deep-throat offensive on my erect shaft.

  "Mike," I kept saying as he sucked harder and harder on my cock.

  I found myself suddenly arching and then releasing a load of my
  spunk into Mike's waiting mouth. My entire body was incredibly
  sensitive and Mike slid back up me and kissed me on the lips. I
  could taste my cum on his tongue and had no resistance as he
  rubbed his erect cock on my sensitive tummy. He slid his belly up
  and down to let his erect cock rub against my belly. I struggled
  not to laugh since I was still extremely sensitive. Then his cock
  exploded on my chest. He collapsed on me and kissed me again.

  Then stood up abruptly and went back to his bed without saying
  another word to me. I could tell he fell asleep right away leaving
  me full of all sorts of weird emotions and a chest full of his wet
  gism.

  I felt totally fucked up about what had just happened and then
  found my finger dipping into Mike's wet cum on my chest. My finger
  then went into my mouth and I licked his cum from my chest, finger
  load, by finger load. Fuck!

Night 2
-------

  Mike completely ignored my existence in the morning and the whole
  day at school. It was making me mad. The whole day, he studiously
  managed to avoid letting my eyes catch his. Mr. and Mrs. Greene
  asked me all sorts of questions about where I was planning to go
  to college. Not that Mr. Greene did not know every fucking detail
  of my life from his cop partner, my dad.

  At eight o'clock, Mrs. Greene checked in on us and reminded us
  that bedtime was nine, sharp. Mrs. Greene reminded me politely
  that I was expected to wear brief's again and to ask Mike to
  borrow briefs if needed.

  Mike showered and came back to the room with just a towel and made
  a point of standing naked for a bit in front of me before putting
  on his briefs. He was pretty decent looking I had to admit. Fuck!
  What was I thinking.

  I took the next shower and came back already in a pair of Mike's
  briefs.

  After lights out, Mike whispered, "I bet you liked that..."

  "Fuck off," I responded.

  Mike laughed, "yeah, well get your butt in this bed now ~faggot~
  or I'll fly the cum drenched briefs you wore last night from the
  school flagpole tomorrow."

  Panic. "You wouldn't dare," I protested.

  "Try me," Mike said, "I already took them out of the laundry and
  have them in my locker at school."

  "Fucking asshole," I said.

  "Now, now, that's no way to treat me when I have control over how
  the last semester of high school goes for you."

  "I'll beat the shit out of you," I tried.

  "So, the whole school will still know you are a ~faggot~," he said
  firmly.

  "What do you want," I asked.

  Mike just laughed. "Get over here, **NOW**."

  I slowly got out of the bed I was laying in and got into bed with
  him. He quickly pinned me on my back and had me lace my hands
  behind my head. One hand went around my neck while the other
  pinned my forehead down, pressing against my hands. He began to
  choke me gently and then started forcing his tongue into my
  throat. Any time I fought him even slightly or tried to avoid his
  probing tongue, Mike choked me firmly.

  Mike's cock was firmly erect against my cock the entire time and
  despite my reservations, Mike kept pointing out that I seemed to
  be enjoying myself as well. Every few minutes, Mike would pause
  from kissing me and choke me harder saying, "looks like you really
  are a ~faggot~." I had to nod and repeat--while he was choking
  me--"I am a faggot."

  After about an hour, Mike told me to go back to my bed and expect
  to serve him similarly each night this week if I wanted to get the
  cum drenched underwear back.

School
------

  Mike played it cool, I was a non-entity except in bed each night. But I was
  terrified. I was certain the whole school had x-ray glasses or something and
  could know what was happening to me at night. That they could know I was
  being turned into a faggot. Or whatever was happening to me. The worst part
  was I, I caught myself looking forward to whatever Mike want to do to me.

Night 3
-------

  As soon as Mrs. Greene left, Mike ordered me over to the bed and
  this time I did not hesitate. Without prompting, I laced my hands
  behind my head and Mike quickly began kissing me deeply. I gave my
  tongue and mouth freely though and he did not have to choke me
  much and remarked, "starting to like this faggot, eh?"

  Mike had me get onto the floor and kneel at the foot of the bed. I
  had to keep my hands laced behind my head. Mike got out of the bed
  and pulled his briefs off. I knew what was going to happen and I
  realized suddenly that I wanted to suck cock and more particularly
  his cock. Mike slapped my face with his hard cock and told me that
  I had to beg to suck his dick.

  "Please," I said softly.

  He slapped my face crudely with his massive tool, "beg, faggot."

  "Please let me suck your dick," I pleaded.

  His cock slapped my face twice, "beg like you mean it fag boy."

  I begged and pleaded and whimpered for his cock in my mouth and
  Mike made me grovel for it.

  As he finally slid his tool into my mouth he commented, "now
  Jonnie-boy is a real cocksucker."

  Yeah, I supposed, I was a cocksucker and it was good. Mike kept
  one hand on my interlaced hands which were behind my head and face
  fucked me fairly violently. Unlike his gentle and leisurely
  cocksucking of me two nights early, I was having my mouth raped by
  his massive cock. I was gagging slightly at times, but he would
  only pause slightly to allow me to catch my breath before
  continuing to fuck my face. When he finally shot his load right
  into my throat the sensation was intense.

  I was promptly sent to bed without so much as a thanks or a kiss.

School Blow
-----------

  After lunch the next day there was a folded note in my locker:
  "Behind the stadium bleachers, 2pm, sharp. -M"

  "Fuck," I thought, "what in god's name did he have planned."

  At that moment, Mike walked by and said, "hi" to me in front of
  everyone in the hall. FUCK! I was convinced that everyone in the
  hall could see me on my knees sucking that faggot's cock. FUCK
  FUCK FUCK FUCK. What had I allowed to happen. Why had I let him
  suck my dick.

  At two I was behind the bleachers. The stadium was completely
  empty. Mike arrived late and I was already agitated. He laughed at
  me when I started to complain and just told me to get on my knees
  unless I wanted my cum soaked underwear plastered about the
  school. I kneeled and he made me unbutton his Levi's and take out
  his cock before he then had me lace my hands behind my head so he
  could fuck my face.

  After about twenty minutes, Mike shot into my throat and then
  pulled away saying, "same time tomorrow cocksucker and every day
  for the rest of the year."

Night 4
-------

  Mike's parents headed out to a PTA meeting and Mike took full
  advantage of the situation and insisted on taking five rolls of
  film of pictures of me naked in a variety of places in his house.

  Twice I protested and I got punched in the gut, tackled, choked,
  and kissed until I agreed to allow him to continue. He had taken a
  great interest in his dad's police training and used it against
  me. Several of the photos featured me with pictures of gay porn
  magazines his parents let him keep.

  By the time his parents came home around 8:30, we were in our
  briefs and ready for bed. Mike had already hidden the film in a
  gun safe in his room. I was totally fucked.

  After lights out, Mike announced that he was going to fuck me and
  that I needed to roll over and get my ass up into the air. I
  started to protest and he reminded me that he could conveniently
  drop off one of the rolls of film at the drug store and the whole
  town would suddenly know I was a huge sexual pervert.

  I rolled over and put my pillow under my abdomen and waited for
  him. Mike took his sweet time coming over to my bed and suddenly I
  felt a cool gel being rubbed onto my fuckhole. Mike's finger slide
  into my hole with ease.

  Then his cock followed a few seconds later. Mike was all business
  about my first fuck. His cock slid easily down my lubricated
  fuckhole and he was gentle at first rocking his cock in and out in
  smooth motions.

  "How's that feel faggot," he asked.

  "Uncomfortable," I said.

  "Learn to like it," he said as he began thrusting his cock in and
  out of me violently with minimal regard to my pleasure--or pain.
  When he finally orgasmed he lay on top of me for quite some time
  before getting off me and returning to his bed.

  "Faggot," he said, "if you want you can jerk yourself off, but you
  have to talk to me about how much you like sucking cock and
  getting fucked by cock as you do it."

  "Fuck you," I said.

  Mike gut punched me hard, "do it faggot."

  I started jacking off and whispering out loud that I was "a
  cocksucker" and a "faggot" and that I liked "to suck cock and get
  fucked." Sad part, I found myself turned on by the humiliation of
  having to say those things about myself and realizing that it was
  true and after just a few minutes I shot a load onto my chest.

  "Eat your cum up faggot," Mike ordered.

  I did not even hesitate, knowing I would get punched again if I
  did not comply. I scooped my cum up quickly and fed it to myself
  and then he told me to get the last of the cum up with my
  underwear and then put the underwear back on. I did.

  Mike then went to sleep ignoring me.

School Fuck
-----------

  Mike had ignored me all day, and there was no note, but I knew
  better than to be anywhere other than at the bleachers at 2. Mike
  was five minutes late again and this time, had me turn around and
  drop my pants. I felt a lubricant again and he fucked me right
  there behind the stadium bleachers.

  I was terrified that someone from school would see this, but Mike
  did not give a fuck. He was already known to be a cocksucking
  faggot. But me, I was "straight" and "normal". Mike finished with
  me unceremoniously and pulled my pants up and told me to see him
  same time Monday. Fuck.

  I took my time heading back to the classrooms, certain that
  everyone could see that my ass had just been pegged out back..

Friday Night
------------

  Mike was not home when I got home and I was terrified about what
  he might have planned. Mrs. Greene commented that my parents would
  be home Monday night and that it had been a real pleasure having
  me visit. She also added that she and Mr. Greene were thinking of
  taking a trip in March and that she was going to have Mike stay at
  our house. Fuck.

  When Mike did show up around seven thirty, he had a large envelope
  with him. Mike waited till around eight thirty to show me the
  prints. Most were four-by-sixes from the previous night. But there
  were several glossy eight-by-tens of me with the gay porn all
  around me on the bed.

  "Nice, eh?"

  "Fuck off," I responded.

  "I was thinking of framing these," Mike continued.

  "Fuck you," I said.

  "You wish," he laughed, "I'll be having your ass or your mouth
  daily for the rest of this year. Oh, and if you say a word these
  pictures will go to the school newspaper."

  I decided to lunge at him and quickly found myself on my back
  being pounded with gut punch after gut punch. He did not stop till
  my entire abdomen was sore and slightly bruised. Then he took his
  time locking the prints and negatives in the gun safe.

  After lights out I was on my knees sucking dick and then on my
  stomach getting fucked. I was his.

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