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Subject: Story: Street Punk (M/M, cops) non-cons.
Date: 6 Jan 1995 19:25:57 -0500
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"Street Punk"    by jamieson alexander

Shit.  I knew I shouldn't have mouthed off in front of him.  I knew
better.  
He was a cop, and I was a punk, and we both knew the rules.  You want out,

you suck cock.  Trouble was, I was straight.  Don't get me wrong; I'm all
for 
a guy's rights and all, but I just didn't figure myself mouthing all over
some 
ex-army braggart's hard, and uncut cop cock.

"That's it, Ayrn.  Get your ass over here."

Fuck.  I was news bait now.  If only I'd kept my mouth shut.  My
girlfriend 
was right: If I fucked as good as I bitched and groaned, I'd have a wife
for 
life.

"Ayrn, get your ass up here right now."

And now there wasn't a goat's-ass chance of my having a wife, because this
was 
my second major fuckup, and when Sergeant Burke got ahold of my ass again,

this would be it for sure.  I would be back in minimum — juvie wouldn't
take 
me anymore.  And my girl wasn't gonna wait for me to get out.  She'd said
so.  

"At it again, Wolfe, huh?"  The face behind that gruff growl belonged to
Louie 
Sampson, the biggest, meanest law enforcer since Clint Eastwood.  Let me 
assure you, this guy was no pussy.  He was a fucking football team rolled
up 
into a fucking bull and you could tell he was in a taking-no-shit frame of

mind.

"I said, 'Get up!' "  Sampson shouted again, and suddenly I was getting
up: 
The guy hoisting me by my jacket collar was Louie's partner, Cliff
Reynolds, a 
blond, brick shithouse who loved making little street bait jump, and it
looked 
like he'd set his sights on me.

"You know, we've been waiting for you to put your little dick in the wrong

place, and this time you've really fucked up, Wolfey,"  Cliff grinned as
he 
threw me against the wall of the antique store and then pushed me inside.

"Now strip."

The two other guys with me, Winters and Vasquez, began to strip off their 
chinos  quickly, and in a flash they stood in front of Officer Reynolds, 
naked.  Cliff took a step forward and looked at their innocent, thieving 
faces.  "All right boys, turn around and face the bannister, hands on the 
stairs.  We have to check you out.  Gotta see if there's anything illegal
or 
contraband on you."

My partners trembled and quickly turned their butts to Reynolds, fearful
of 
what was going to happen to them, but I remained motionless.  Cliff then
took 
a step back and looked over at me.  "Why aren't you stripped and naked
boy?"

"Because I don't play pussy with cop trash."  Why was I saying shit like
this?  
Winters and Vasquez turned and looked at me like they thought I was crazy.
 
They knew Reynolds and Sampson were the baddest crack hounds on the force,
but 
I knew some things they didn't.  We weren't being busted for crack
possession, 
we were being rifled for the hell of it, and I wasn't too worried about it

either for two reasons: One, I'd been busted over 20 times, and, two, I
knew 
most of the cops' raiding itineraries, and I knew what Reynolds and
Sampson 
were going to do.

"Louie," Cliff called outside, "I'm gonna need some assistance in here."

At least I thought I knew what they were going to do until I saw my buddy 
Paolo, again.

Paolo was the instigator of this fucking mess of a heist and one of the 
baddest barrio leaders in the city.  He was always kicking someone's ass
to 
prove it.  But when Officer Louie brought him inside from the freezing
cold 
remembered I was in deep shit.

The reason I'd mouthed off to Officer Cliff just minutes ago was I hadn't 
wanted Officer Louie's monster cock down my throat.  I had watched as it
was 
plugged down Paolo's gaping throat until it splattered out three scalding
wet 
cop loads that filled Paolo's stomach with rich, sticky cop sperm.  But
Paolo 
looked like things had only been getting started with that mandatory
blowjob.  
Paolo groaned, and I gasped as Officer Louie dragged him into the center
of 
the store and plopped him on an old wicker stool.

Paolo was limp and listless.  I watched as Officer Louie walked by him, 
shucking his pants along the way.  His cock was so hard that the veins 
twisting along it fleshed out and gnarled, overenlarging his already
fattening 
come head.  His chest and legs were barrels, and his body hair was
glistening 
from the combination of sweat and cold that formed clear solid beads of
wet on 
his abs and cock hair.  He was a hairy fuck and it was obvious from the
look 
on his face that he was far from drained.

'What's the problem, Cliff, buddy?"

Louie was looking at me mischievously, and while he leered I heard Cliff 
smacking the asses of my other partners.  I couldn't help but watch
Officer 
Louie as his dick shaft lengthened again.  Officer Louie winked at me and 
thumped the tube of his prick with his hand.  This caused his dong to
lurch up 
and throb as it slapped against his belly, drooling out a heap of precome.
 
His bone was so fat and heavy.  The new load of cock spit trapped in the
mass 
of flesh and foreskin bubbled onto his navel.  I had to stifle a moan as I

watched his quavering mammoth monster.

Cliff must have heard my reaction, because he stood up and walked over to
his 
randy cop friend.  I could tell from the tent in his pants that he was as
hung 
as Louie and ready for the same kind of action Louie had just given Paolo.
 
Taking one look at Paolo proved to me what I already knew: Reminiscing
with 
Cliff about the day I saved his ass was just about as lame a plan as me
trying 
to bust my way out of this.  And the look on Officer Louie's face said it
all: 
I was gonna get fucked and fucked royally for all I was worth.

"Gee, Louie, it seems our pal Wolfey here doesn't want to cooperate."

"Oh, no?  Well, let's just show these fucks what happens to 'em when they 
don't give it up, hmm?"

Officer Louie walked back over to Paolo and slapped his ass.  Paolo
grunted 
and turned over onto his back, leaving his shirt open and hanging at his 
sides.  Officer Louie rubbed his hard stiff man rammer over Paolo's belly.
 
The tits on Paolo stood up hard like diamonds, and it looked as if Paolo's

entire body was responding to the rock-hard touch of Louie's cock.  Paolo 
mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over onto his stomach.

"That's it, Paolo, show your friends here what I taught you outside."

Paolo's dark body was practically dwarfed by Officer Louie's chest.  Paolo

sighed meekly as Officer Louie stripped off his jeans.  Paolo was
definitely a 
stud, and I never would have thought of him looking so good, but his hairy

legs and straight unruly hair were a definite sight.  He looked like real
dark 
chocolate.  His entire body was flushed.  He reminded me of an angel
waiting 
to be taken ... but for what?

Cliff recognized my confusion and decided to help clear my mind by pulling
me 
by my collar again and pushing me up to where I could see the tip of
Louie's 
cock.  It was swollen and distended, and it was starting to crawl out from
its 
protective sheath.  I shuddered and tried to pull away, but Louie grabbed
my 
hand and held it up to Cliff.  Cliff took a pair of handcuffs and unlocked
one 
side.


"No," I muttered.  "Please."

Cliff flashed me his pearly whites and proceeded to handcuff me.  I
struggled, 
and Louie pinned me down on top of Paolo with his hand.  I thrashed and 
wiggled as Cliff held me down with his chest and pressed my head over
Paolo's 
ass.  I blinked as I saw Louie's cock pointing straight at me.  A drop of
cop 
come hung on the end of the tip and dangled near my lips, beckoning.

Cliff spread my lips and laughed, "Yeah, it's gonna get real sweet after
this, 
ain't it, honey?"  Louie laughed and pushed his dick all the way into me. 
I 
choked and gagged as Louie laughed and snorted and rammed his thick fuck
tube 
down deep into my throat.  It tasted rich.  Kinda thick, but nothing worse

than I'd had at juvey, and my girlfriend had said it was protein, but,
fuck!  
Officer Louie was really gonna fuck me!

"Yeah, that's it, baby.  How does it taste?" asked Louie as he gave my
mouth a 
real hard time plunging that fat tube of steak over my tongue and into my 
tonsils.  It was all I could do to keep from swallowing him.  His balls
were 
dripping with sweat, and his pubes were reeking of man funk.  I inhaled on
his 
upstroke, reeling from the aroma of piss and sweat.

"Yeah, that's right, Ayrn.  Work up and down on my uncut meat so I can
plug it 
up this friend of yours."  I couldn't believe it. I couldn't breathe, yet
I 
could, all at the same time.  More amazingly, I was getting accustomed to
the 
size and girth of Louie's prick.  I groaned in my new found pleasure.

"Listen to that, Cliff, he's groaning.  The little fucker's getting' into
it."

"I knew he would, Lou," Cliff chuckled.  "Here, let's give him a little
more 
room to move.  You like this, fellas?"

Cliff was addressing my buddies now handcuffed to the stair railing.  They

were panting and twisting, trying to free themselves from their
restraints.  
Cliff seemed to be enjoying their torture and surprised me with a hard
swat on 
the rump.  I squealed and instantly lifted my hips in protest.  This gave 
Cliff all the maneuverability he needed to peel my jeans off me, leaving
me 
clad only in shirt, jacket, and stompers.

"You like this ass, fellas? Huh?" Cliff asked my buddies while massaging
my 
ass cheeks and prying them apart.  I felt a cold gust of air blow up
against 
my chute as Cliff moved another pair of handcuffs to my ankles.  I gagged
in 
protest, but that only encouraged Officer Louie more, and he proceeded to
plow 
my mouth with a couple more inches of uncut cock which invaded my mouth
like a 
tongue depressor.  "Well, will you looky here..."

Cliff was commenting on my prick, which had gotten hard and slippery,
seeping 
as much juice from its distended come hole as Louie's irrepressible beer
can 
was spilling down my throat.  I was losing it.  I always knew there had
been 
reasons why I daydreamed about Clint Eastwood while fucking my girl, even
when 
I didn't recognize what I was doing, but now I was fully aware and ready
for 
anything.

I coughed and spat out a wash of precome from my throat when Louie pulled
his 
cock out of me.  I watched in amazement as his piss hole opened wide,
heaving 
out more precome in front of my face.  I moaned and licked my lips with 
anticipation, but Cliff had other plans.

"Oww!" I cried.  He'd smacked me on the ass! "Ouch!" He did it again. 
Then 
Cliff deftly handcuffed my right ankle to Paolo's left wrist, and while I
was 
sprawled out over him, he did the same thing to my left hand with Paolo's 
right ankle.  I groaned as I watched Louie's cock.  It was beautiful, all 
shaking and heaving.  I couldn't wait to see him shoot.

"Ohh," Paolo moaned, a low, steady groan that started in the pit of his 
stomach and rolled through his body.  I shook as I felt him shiver and
wailed 
softly as Cliff continued to slap my ass.

I was mesmerized by the slow rhythmic undulations of Officer Louie's sleek
and 
hairy body as he fucked Paolo.  Hunched over his ass, I could see his tiny
ass 
hairs that traced the outline of a V which split from his tailbone into
two 
round, firm globes.  Pulling back somewhere below them was Officer Louie's

cock.  It was huge, and I could see him growling and shoving, pummeling 
Paolo's virgin ass with fast, furious cop meat strokes.

My ass was sore and begging for relief.  I felt spasms in my tiny pucker
with 
each hard slap Cliff gave my ass.  He had shucked his clothes somewhere
along 
the way, and I could see his shiny cop boots flanking my ears as he stood
over 
my head.  I looked up and saw Louie's mustache, riding up and over Cliff's

more than average police cock.  Cliff's balls were golden and hairy, and I

could feel his boots clamping tight around my ears.

"Oh, Louie, I'm coming!" Cliff's legs shook, and I listened as Officer
Louie 
gulped and swallowed, making his throat undulate with the same rhythm of
his 
fucking.  He took all his partner's creamy load and then had the nerve to 
burp.  He looked down at me and then over at the two guys cuffed to the 
stairs.

"Hey, hadn't you better release Wolfe's buddies over there?" Louie panted.
He 
was huffing and puffing, and from the way Paolo was sweating and his
upturned 
ass shook, I could tell he and Louie were close to letting go of one huge 
fucking load.

"Oh, fuck me," Paolo moaned.

"Holy shit," one of my friends cried.

"That's right," Cliff croaked, real huskylike, "Your buddy over there is 
getting the ride of his life, and if I ever catch either one of you
raiding 
this section of town again, / am gonna be the one who does the fucking. 
You 
get me?" Cliff unlocked the dudes' handcuffs and let them go.  "Now get
the 
fuck out of here."

"But what about our clothes?" the other guy asked.

Officer Cliff looked down at the guy's cock and twisted his cock and balls
in 
his gloved hand.  The little fuck raised up on his tiptoes and winced in
pain.  
A thin trail of fuck juice seeped from his piss slit.  Officer Cliff saw
this 
and gave my innocent-looking bud a shit-faced grin.  "You want me to fuck
your 
cherry ass now?"

My buddy winced and just stood there as if he was pondering his options!  
Jeez!  My pal next to him was looking down hard at his buddy's dick.  I
swear 
I thought they were enjoying all of this.

"What are you looking at?" Cliff threatened.  The other guy stumbled
backward 
into his buddy's side, and Cliff let go of his prick just in time for them

both to tumble to the ground.

"Oh!" Paolo was close to the brink, and Officer Louie was near to bustin'
his 
hot cop load too.  Cliff stepped up to the dudes, looming over them and 
fisting his cock with his gloved hand.  It moved up and down his steely
shaft 
like a well-oiled piston.  I got so turned on by this, I was moaning out
loud 
with Paolo too.  Both my buddies turned to look at me.

"If you tell anyone or any of the gang leaders about what happened
tonight," 
roared Cliff, "we'll have you so far back in the bowels of county that
you'll 
wish you'd had some of this hot police cock for free when you could have. 
Now 
move!"  Officer Cliff flicked his wrist along his shaft one final time,
and a 
steamy spray of man come shot out of it, making him step backward from the

sheer force of his orgasm.  It shocked my buddies off their asses and sent

them running down the street, butt naked.

"That'll take care of them," Officer Cliff chuckled, choking the crown of
his 
cock with a heavy fist.  Then he came over to me.  "How you doing,
Wolfey?"

I was rattled beyond belief.  Officer Louie was coming, and I was
seething, 
and it was all I could do to keep from coming with him.  Louie's fat and 
heaving cock was spitting out so much come that it was shooting back out
of 
Paolo's ass each time he rammed it in to the base, and Paolo had come for
the 
second time, shaking himself and me with his orgasm.  He was mumbling 
something about feeling awesome.  Then Louie's glazed eyes unclouded and
fixed on me.


Cliff cupped my chin with his hand and pulled my eyes to his.  "You think
I 
forgot about that time you saved my life, but I've got news for you. 
You're a 
smart ass, but you're free if you want."

Cliff unlocked my cuffs and pulled me up to him.  "But I promise you that
if 
you stay, you and your gang buddy Paolo here will be protected for life. 
What 
do you say?" Then he kissed me.

That did it.  My cock started twitching, and I started coming, and it was
the 
best and wildest orgasm I ever had.  It started from under my balls and
ripped 
through my belly.  I panted and thrashed under Cliff's kiss as he held on
to 
me.

"Well, what do you say?'

Was he kidding? This was the best sex of my life.  "Do you really follow
your 
motto, Reynolds, man? 'To serve and to protect' ?"

"For my tight-assed, smart-mouth little thief? You bet your cherry ass." I

smiled for a moment then looked into Cliff's eyes.  He had that
shit-eating 
grin on his face again.  I was his.  

So long, wifey.

"Yeah, Cliff."

"Excellent.  Lou buddy, you mind cleaning up our latest convert to
society?" 
Louie was way ahead of him.  He had licked up every drop of sperm from
Cliff's 
cock and Paolo's ass and was now working on mine.  I leaned my head back
onto 
Officer Cliff's butch shoulder.  "Now," Cliff growled in my ear, "let me
have 
some of that cherry ass of yours."

"Excellent," I grinned.

THE END