Date: Fri, 22 Nov 1996 20:59:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Forester <jackf@super.zippo.com>
Subject: Nate Hunter
Forward-- This story is based on a formerly nameless
character in Eric's story, "Jack Black and the Cop."
We felt this character deserved his own story, so here
is the first of what we hope will be several chapters
of the Nate Hunter Saga. We hope you enjoy it.
J.F.
Disclaimer-- This story contains graphic descriptions
of sexual activity among adult men. If this type of
material is offensive to you, or if you are not of
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for view and entertainment by consenting adults. This
story is a work of pure fiction. Any similarity to
real persons or events is purely coincidental.
The Nate Hunter Saga
By Eric and by Jack Forester
Chapter 1: Jailbird Bikers
Nate Hunter, deputy sheriff of a county in
Arizona, was a good cop, a tough cop, and a stud. Some
people called him Snake, but he never really liked that
nickname. Some said he was called that because of his
tall, slim, wiry build and the tight jeans that fit
like a snakeskin, strained by firm leg and thigh
muscles and a high round ass--nothing sagged on Snake
Hunter. Some claimed he was mean as a snake, and
that's how he got the name. A few in the know believed
it came from the length of the snake hanging between
his legs, and how quickly that mansnake could come out,
rise up, and spit at you. From a physical evidence
standpoint, the latter was certainly the most plausible
explanation.
Nate, as he preferred to be called, was riding in
a pickup truck he used as his patrol car, feeling a
little horny, and occasionally running his hand over
his crotch for the pleasure it produced in that snake
nestled over his balls and between his legs. It had
been a fucking slow day, he thought to himself, or more
appropriately, a slow fucking day. His radio hissed,
and he answered, receiving a message from a state cop
fuckbuddy of his who happened to be patrolling the same
stretch of interstate highway.
"Nate, you won't believe what I just picked up,"
the trooper radioed. "When I stopped me a fuckin'
green Porche convertible for speeding at 90 miles an
hour, it was being driven by a buck naked, bare-ass,
motherfucking stud. Jack Black is his name and he was
sporting a super boner--a hard-on from hell. I gave him
the choice of a either a misdemeanor ticket or
committing another misdemeanor with me--sucking my cock
and fucking my ass. We're on our way to that old
abandoned house, the Adam's place. Get your ass and
big prick over here and give me a hand. We can both
have some fun with this fuck stud."
"Fuck yeah. Get the fucker hot and I'll be there
pronto," Nate radioed back.
He made a U-turn and headed for the deserted
house. En route, he eased his hardening cock out of
his jeans and started jacking it slowly.
Meanwhile, Jack Black, busy getting out of a
speeding ticket the way he usually did, heard a vehicle
approaching and looked up to see a pickup truck pulling
into the area.
The trooper released Jack's cock long enough to
say, "Relax, Sport. I radioed my deputy sheriff
fuckbuddy and invited him to join our hot cum action.
That's just him, ready to fuck ass. After all, he has
jurisdiction in these parts too." The patrolman went
back to sucking on Jack's reinvigorated cock. Nate
parked his truck near them and watched the show for a
couple of minutes before he got out.
Jack was using his hand on the cop's cock so he
could check out the stud who had gotten out of the
truck. He could see that the deputy was tall, slim,
and wiry muscular, with a hard ass tightly crammed into
well-worn, skin-tight jeans. He had sandy brown hair,
medium length, tousled and unkempt, but not messy and a
sandy brown moustache which covered his upper lip. He
wore a western shirt with the sleeves cut out at the
shoulders and a deputy sheriff's star pinned over his
left tit. The shirt was mostly unbuttoned, showing a
tangle of that same sandy hair covering his chest. He
had a sexy looking stubble of beard, like he hadn't
shaved in a couple of days. And sticking straight out
from his unbuttoned jeans was an uncut cock even longer
than Jack's 9 inch boner. It looked like a knight's
lance probing in front of him. He gave Jack a crooked
grin when he saw Jack's satisfied appraisal of his
cock.
"Hope you like this cock, son, cause you're gonna
get to use it. I've got 10 1/2 inches of manmeat ready
to fuck your ass," the deputy drawled.
" 'Son!' " thought Jack. "The fucker can't be
much older than I am. God what an attitude. But he's
so damn hot he can call me anything he wants!"
Nate removed his shirt, and then his cowboy boots
so he could shed those jeans that were like a second
skin on him. He had no underwear to take off. He put
his boots back on--he liked to fuck with his boots on.
There the deputy stood, a wiry, hairy, naked stud in
cowboy boots with an incredibly long cock bouncing
straight out in front of him. He slapped the highway
cop on his naked ass saying, "Enough of this horseshit.
Let's get to some real fucking. I want the asshole of
that hot fuckbait with the supersized dong."
"I'm ready stud," replied the well hung speeder.
"Eat my ass, you cowboy stud. Put that hairy face
between my ass cheeks and rim my asshole with your ass
licking tongue. Stick it in. Fuck my asshole with
your tongue, which I hope is as long as that
motherfucking man juicer between your legs. Then when
my shithole is slick with your spit, ram that fuckstick
inside me and fill me with your fuck juice."
"Best offer I've had all day," the deputy answered
back. He buried his face in Jack's ass crack, with his
beard stubble scratching against Jack's ass while his
tongue--and it was long--licked at the ass rim before
probing the tight asshole.
"Fuck me," cried Jack, who was now more than ready
to have the deputy's cock up his ass. "Fuck me hard,
you horny bastard. Stick that long hard cock as far up
me as it'll go. I need a real fuck, and you look to be
the man that can do it."
"A real man's fuck is just what you're gonna get
from this man-fucker," Nate replied.
He positioned himself at Jack's ass, but Jack
reached down and put his hand around the long prick
about to ram into him. He frigged it a couple of
times, feeling how stiff it was. It was wonderfully
slick from the precum that had been oozing from it's
slit. With Jack's legs over his shoulders, Nate plunged
his long wand into Jack's ass, pushing it deeper and
deeper in till his belly was pressed against Jack's ass
cheeks. Nate knew that although other fuckers had
fatter cocks, few had longer ones. He loved the
feeling of it piercing so deeply into another stud's
gut. Nate began humping slowly at first and then with
more force. The trooper now was kneeling down beside
Jack with his head virtually in Jack's crotch, watching
the long skinny prick slip in and out of the speeder's
asshole. Nate grunted with pleasure at each thrust.
His super long cock was pounding up a hot ass, hungry
for his cock. After exploding a load of hot mancream
and flooding the clinching asstrack, Nate relaxed,
letting his long mansnake gradually soften and
eventually slip out of the fuckhole he had so enjoyed.
After several more pleasure bouts among the three
of them, Nate got dressed and returned to town. "Duty
calls," he yelled to his trooper buddy as he drove off,
pleased with the way his day was "picking up".
Arriving back at the station, Nate was greeted at
the door by Jed, the young jailkeeper.
"We've got a couple of new guests who're giving me
some trouble. A couple of bikers got picked up at
Harry's Truck Stop for getting into a fight with one of
the truckers--not sure about what, but they raised a
hell of a ruckus and Harry called the cops to come get
the two fuckers before they stirred up any more fuckin'
trouble. So we got 'em. You can hear 'em from here.
Do you want to see them?"
Nate could hear the noise coming from the cells
and walked back to see the new arrivals. The two were
in the same cell. Both were young--no more than 22 or
23, but tough looking. One of then was dark--dark
hair, black eyes flashing indignation and anger, and a
thick black Fu Manchu moustache drooping around the
corners of his mouth and almost dripping off his face.
Nate though he was not bad looking, sexy, with a scar
on his cheek below his ear, like maybe he had been in a
fight with beer bottles. "Mean but hot sexy," Nate
thought. His sexy look was helped by the clothes he
was wearing. He had on a torn black muscle shirt that
looked it was sprayed on over his chest. The tear let
his right tit stick out, showing it to be pierced by a
shiny steel ring. He also had a matching ring in his
left ear. There was a skull tattoo on his left bicep,
which bulged with power below a tight black leather
strap. He had on skin tight frayed jeans with some
extra studding, several rips which showed skin beneath
the jeans, and a threadbare crotch and thigh area where
the legs had rubbed together from those powerful and
muscular thighs. Nate was sure he was seeing a hint of
bare balls form that impressive basket. The jeans were
tucked into heavy engineer's boots which had metal
studs around the heel and a steel toe cap.
The second prisoner had dirty blond hair, a
stubble of blond beard from 3 or 4 days of not shaving,
innocent looking blue eyes, and a body which looked
like it had been shaped in an expensive gym with a
personal trainer. He was not wearing a shirt which
gave Nate a good view of his great body--suckable tits,
meaty pecs, and washboard stomach. He, too, was
wearing hip hugging tight jeans, pushed into his boots.
The jeans rode so low that they showed the upper part
of his ass crack. They had a crotch bulge that
immediately attracted Nate's attention. Some
strategically placed holes, which had perhaps been
deliberately cut, showed enough skin to prove he wasn't
wearing any underwear. "He's got it and likes to show
it off," Nate thought. "We'll having a fucking ball if
I can get him naked."
"What do these two call themselves," Nate asked
the jailer.
"The dark haired fella' is listed as Mike Rand and
the blond beauty is Cal Henderson," replied Jed.
"They're from L.A and were riding together cross
country till they got into the fight at Harry's. We've
got their bikes in the impound lot."
The dark one, obviously the leader of the two,
began yelling about how hot the jail was and how they
shouldn't be here--the other fucker started the goddamn
fight.
"Cut the shit," answered back Nate. "This is
Arizona, it's summer, and it's hot. This fucking jail
ain't air conditioned because the county won't pay for
it--for you back here in the cells or for us up front.
If you're so hot, take of those goddamn bluejeans."
Nate looked over at Jed who suddenly seemed
intrigued by the suggestion and was giving the blond's
heavy basket a careful going over. "This could be
interesting," thought Nate. "If Jed has a hankering
for manmeat, I have a feeling he could get his fill
here."
"Well boys, you're gonna be here till we get this
straightened out. You might as well get comfortable.
Go ahead and take off some clothes if you like," said
Nate, giving his crotch a not so subtle rub.
"I would," Mike replied, " but I'm not wearing any
fucking underwear. It's this or bare-ass."
"It's OK with us," Jed suddenly chimed in as he
absentmindedly rubbed his own crotch, which was
beginning to show a distinct bulge.
Nate laughed aloud saying, "Yeah, get out of those
fuckin' jeans. Anything you've got I've seen bigger,
swallowed bigger, and fucked bigger."
Jed gave a quick surprised look at Nate. He had
heard a few rumors about Nate, but people said lots of
things about Nate, mostly because they were kind of
afraid of him. Although he had heard Nate on occasion
talk about "fucking somebody's ass," Jed had never
thought he meant it literally. The sudden realization
that the deputy sheriff was a stud fucker caused even
more blood to flow into Jed's hardening prick.
Jed's attention was suddenly brought back to Cal,
who grinned as he replied to Nate's comment. "I don't
know about that, Deputy,." he said as he slowly
unbuttoned his 501's and gradually began showing more
and more cock. When he pushed the tight denim down
off his hips, an enormous cut cock popped up, already
erect and oozing precum.
At the sight of the prisoner's monster cock, Jed
gave a gasp and stepped forward to the cell bars,
trying to get as close to that big hunk of manmeat as
possible. Nate, more experienced in judging--and
sucking--cocks, estimated it to be about 9
inches--shorter than his own--but a hell of a lot
fatter with a purple plum head that would be a big
mouthful for any cocksucker.
Jed was rubbing his hard cock through his pants.
Cal began frigging his cock, looked at Jed and said,
"Take it out. Take that fuckstick out nice and slow.
Let me see how you're hung." Jed had totally
forgotten that Nate and the other prisoner were there,
that he was the cop and Cal was the prisoner, and that
he should be the one giving the orders, not the one
taking them. He did exactly as Cal said: Unzipped his
pants, pushed them down to his knees, pushed his boxer
shorts down also and offered a respectable sized
boner--about 6 1/2 inches of hard cut cock with a fat
head already pouring fuck juice out of it's piss slit.
Cal pushed his big cock between the bars, and Jed
stepped forward, knelt down and began licking it with
his tongue while he used his hand to frig and play with
his own cock. He looked as if he were in a hypnotic
trance, he was so focused on Cal's meat.
Nate and Mike were both getting turned on by this
cock play and were feeling their own tools. Mike
pushed his pants all the way down, revealing no
underwear. He had a steel cockring which encircled the
base of his cock and balls. He frigged his cock and ran
his tongue over his mustache covered upper lip all the
while staring intently at Nate's crotch. Nate, getting
the message, pushed his Levi's down to his knees,
letting his 10 1/2 inch lance spring forward. Mike
moved forward to the bars beside Cal and Jed and pushed
his prick through where Nate was waiting, cock in hand.
He took a good grip on Mike's rigid cock, enjoyed the
feel of it and then took it into his mouth.
Nate enjoyed the feeling of the young punk's cock
in his mouth, and he was hoping that he'd get the
chance later to feel it shooting hot mancream down his
throat or up his asshole. But first he had some
business to take care of. It was time that everyone
learned their place. Nate looked up at Mike. He had
his hands through the bars, resting them on the
horizontal bar crossing the uprights. His eyes were
closed in ecstasy. This was just what Nate was
counting on. Before the man knew what happened, Nate
had cuffed his hands together through the bars.
"What the fuck are you doing, you mother fucking
bastard," demanded Mike.
"No white trash punk is shootin' his load down my
throat," replied Nate, having recognized right off what
kind of man Mike was- all take and no give. "That's a
privilege reserved for real men," he continued. "And as
for mother fucking, somebody's gonna get fucked, but it
ain't gonna be no mother. I think it's time you
learned a little respect for authority. In the process
you're gonna learn to suck cock and take it up the ass
like a real man."
Mike was stunned. How could the deputy possibly
know that although Mike liked to do his share of
fucking, he had only rarely sucked cock and had never
let another guy fuck his ass. Was it just a lucky
guess. He was starting to get scared. It was almost
as if the lawman could see right through him..
This little exchange had gotten Jed's attention.
Looking at him, Nate said, "Give me your handcuffs."
Without a thought, Jed handed his handcuffs to
Nate. Much to Jed's surprise though, Nate immediately
cuffed Jed's hands behind his back.
"What the hell are you doing, Nate," cried Jed.
"I'm gonna give you a little lesson in what
happens to jail keepers who forget that they're in
charge," replied the deputy, unlocking the cell and
forcing Jed, with his pants and boxers still down
around his ankles, into the cell. He forced Jed down
onto the cot in the cell, where he undid one of the
handcuffs, only to put the chain through the rail at
the head of the cot before putting the cuff back on
Jed's hand.
Looking at Cal, Nate said, "Well, Blondie, he's
yours to do with whatever you want."
"You can't do this to me," protested Jed.
"Well, it's either this or I can tell the sheriff
that you've started taking orders from prisoners. Your
choice." Nate knew this wasn't really much of a
choice, as it was no secret that the sheriff didn't
particularly like Jed and was always looking for an
excuse to fire him. Jed gave a resigned look.
Cal walked over to the cot grinning. "Looks like
you're my prisoner now, Jailer man."
Nate watched as the muscular blond proceeded to
pull off Jed's shoes, followed by his pants and
underwear. Cal took the lace out of one of Jed's shoes
and proceeded to wrap it several times around the base
of Jed's cock and balls. The makeshift cockring had
it's desired effect, making the subdued jailer's tool
appear to grow bigger and stiffer. Cal then pulled
Jed's shirt up over his head and arms, pushing it a bit
up the chain connecting the handcuffs. He leaned down
and gave Jed's erect nipples a forceful twist.
"I think we're in for some fun, Yokel," declared
Cal. With that, he climbed on the cot straddling Jed's
face. Positioning his asshole over Jed's mouth, he
continued, "you've tasted my cock. Now try my
asshole."
Jed slowly stuck his tongue out and started
licking Cal's asshole.
"Come on, I wanna feel that tongue up my asshole,"
yelled Cal, giving Jed's balls a forceful squeeze to
reinforce his point, and winking at Nate.
Satisfied that Jed would be OK in the hands of the
blond prisoner, Nate turned his attention back to Mike,
from whom a sting of profanity had been coming since
Nate first handcuffed him.
"Shut the fuck up and act like a man," yelled
Nate, slapping the punk's muscular ass. "I'm gonna
make a man out of you yet," he continued as he peeled
off his shirt and jeans, putting his cowboy boots back
on his feet after freeing himself of his clothes. As
for Mike, Nate pulled off the young man's boots and
pants, then took his knife and cut the already torn
shirt off his body, making sure the punk could feel the
cold steel of the blade as it slit through the fabric.
Standing behind Mike, Nate's cock pressed against his
ass as he ran his hands up Mike's sides, his hands
finally finding the young guy's pecs. Nate pulled on
the ring in Mike's nipple, hard, just enough to cause
him to wince, but not enough to really hurt him. Mike
was holding up well; although he was terrified at what
this deputy might be going to do to him, he trembled
only slightly, trying to keep the wiry cowboy cop from
seeing how scared he really was. Nate repositioned
Mike, forcing him down to his knees and then turning
him around, his hands awkwardly above his head.
He looked Mike directly in the eye. Mike tried to
look defiant, but Nate could see the fear peaking
through. "Good," thought Nate, "he's learning that
there's always gonna be someone out there tougher than
he is."
"I want you to smell what a real man smells like,"
Nate said, forcing Mike's face into his crotch. Nate's
big 10 1/2 inch cock was now pressed against the side
of Mike's face, some precum oozing out into his hair,
and his mustache tickling Nate's big balls. Mike
resisted inhaling the man scent of Nate, but finally he
had to, a little at first, but then inhaling deeply,
compelled in some animal way he didn't quite
understand.
"Now, I want you to taste what a real man tastes
like," continued Nate, forcing Mike's mouth to the tip
of his long fuckstick. Part of Mike was eager to take
the deputy's meat into his mouth, but part of him still
resisted Nate's domination of him. "I know you want to
take that big cock in your mouth," Nate said
confidently, looking Mike directly in the eye, as
though he could read Mike's mind. Mike tentatively
licked at the slit, getting a taste of the deputy's
seed. Mike again looked up at Nate, not defiantly
anymore, and not really afraid either. Holding Mike's
head, Nate began to push his cock into the stud's
mouth. He pushed in about five inches, then pulled it
out, and repeated this, getting up a good fucking
rhythm. Mike didn't resist, and was in fact starting
to enjoy sucking the tough deputy's big cock. "I told
you you wanted it, didn't I. In fact you want more,
don't you?"
"Mmmngh" was all Mike could manage with his mouth
full of the cowboy cop's dick.
Slowly, with his hands still holding Mike's head,
Nate began working more and more of his fuckstick into
Mike's mouth. Soon, his cock was hitting the back of
Mike's throat. When he started to gag, Nate pulled
back a bit, then slowly began the process again. In
short order, Mike was able to take almost all of Nate's
cock, deepthroating that snake with only occasional
gagging. It didn't escape Mike that Nate was actually
being quite gentle with him. He could have just as
easily been rough.
"You're one good cocksucker, Rand," moaned Nate as
he continued to fuck the young man's throat.
Mike noticed that it was the first time Nate had
called him by name.
Nate could tell he was about ready to blow his
wad. "Get ready for some mancream kid, because I'm
about to shoot." Nate pulled back, so that his load
shot into Mike's mouth, allowing him to taste the
deputy's jism. Shot after shot of the salty bitter
fluid filled his mouth. He managed to swallow much of
it, hungrily drinking it down, but several large globs
dribbled out the corners of his mouth, getting caught
in his drooping mustache.
Meanwhile, Cal was enjoying his recent reversal of
fortune. Judging by his groans of pleasure, Jed was
giving him a pretty good rimming. "Yeah, that's it you
bastard, stick your tongue up my shit hole. Lick me
out. Ahhngh. Yeah," Cal repeated over and over.
If his rock hard cock was any indication, Jed was
enjoying eating out the prisoner's ass. Jed was,
however, pretty inexperienced when it came to man-sex.
Once, when he and a couple of high school football
buddies had been drinking a little too much they had
all frigged each other off. One of his pals had even
sucked him off that night. Tonight, however, it
appeared Jed might be in for the crash course on man-
sex..
Cal repositioned himself so that the tip of his
cock was over Jed's mouth. "This is the cock that got
me into this," thought Jed excitedly, as he opened his
mouth to accept the fleshy rod.
Unlike Nate, who took it slow with Mike, Cal
immediately shoved his huge cock all the way into Jed's
mouth and down his throat. He rammed it in and out a
few times, then pulled out to allow Jed to stop gagging
and gulp in some air before Cal thrust his meat down
the bound man's throat once again.
"Suck my meat, you cocksucking bastard," Cal now
yelled at Jed. Cal was not usually so aggressive, but
something about dominating the jailer made it hard for
him to control himself. Poor Jed was not used to such
rough treatment. He had never sucked a cock before,
although he had often wondered what it would be like,
especially after the night his friend had sucked him
off. A few times when he had seen Nate pissing, he had
gotten hard thinking about what it would be like to run
his tongue over that cockhead and take the stem down
his throat. But he had never actually had one in his
mouth before. Also, Nate's cock, although longer, was
not as thick as the blond stud's choker.
Suddenly, Jed remembered something he had read in
a porn magazine once. It was a piece written by a
famous porn queen whose special talent was
deepthroating horse-hung guys..what had she said...
something about the key to taking a big cock to the
hilt was to relax and let it happen--just let that cock
ride down your throat... Once Jed tried this, things
went much easier. Soon he was getting into it, moving
his tongue and lips over the massive cock as it slid in
and out of his mouth and loving the feel of the soft
flesh on the hard cock.
"Yeah, that's it cocksucker. You're a fuckin'
great face fuck. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Suck my cock.
Ohhhhhhh. Arrrrrgh," cried Cal, as he shot his load
down Jed's gullet. Jed hungrily swallowed every drop
of Cal's cum, sucking hard on the softening cock to get
every drop.
"I like it," Jed thought. "I can't believe I've
been missing out on this."
With the sight, sound and smell of all the hot
mansex going on in the cell, Nate's cock barely
softened after the face fuck he gave Mike. "Time to
sample some prisoner ass," he thought to himself.
"Turn around," he commanded Mike, helping to
reposition Mike so that he was now on his knees facing
the bars, his hands holding the bars near where his
wrists were shackled. Mike knew what was coming next,
with an odd sense of both excitement and apprehension.
Using his fingers, Nate scooped some of the
mixture of his cum and Mike's saliva from the biker's
chin and moustache. Spreading the stud's asscheeks, he
rubbed the mixture on Mike's puckering asshole, slowly
working in a finger, then two. The prisoner's asshole
was yielding, yet tight.
"Nice and tight," commented Nate out loud. "I bet
you've never been fucked." By now, the action of
Nate's fingers massaging Mike's prostate had the young
stud a little scared but still hot to be fucked.
"No, but I'm ready now," cried Mike as he looked
back at Nate. "Fuck my virgin asshole with that man-
sized fucktool of yours. I want it. I want it real
bad. Come on and fuck me you cop-stud. Please. Do it
now. I need your cock in me."
How could Nate deny a request like that? Giving
his cock a squeeze, more precum oozed from the head of
Nate's cock. He rubbed the glistening end of his long
cock around Mike's waiting asshole, making sure both
were nice and slick for entry. "Here it comes, you
horny mother fucker," said Nate, as he began inserting
his cock up the virgin hole. Meeting with little
resistance, he put his hands on Mike's hips and slowly
pushed his entire cock up the young man's tight ass.
"Ohhhhaaarrhhhhhh," groaned Mike in the mixture of
pleasure and pain that is the first time. Nate slowly
pulled his long snake most of the way out and then
pushed it in again, this time a bit faster. This was
repeated, with the pace quickening, until they both
settled into a fucking rhythm, Mike pushing his ass
back to meet Nate's strokes.
"Oh...yeah...annhh..yeah man, fuck my asshole.
Ram your big long prick up my virgin asshole.
Ohhhhhahhh. Yeah fuck me. Fuck me hard. Blow your
seed up my ass. Make me a man," Mike repeated over and
over as Nate gave his manpussy a good fucking. They
kept this up for what seemed like hours, when Nate
arched his back, thrusting deeply into Mike's gut, and
released his load. A long throaty groan came from his
lips as he spewed his man juice up Mike's ass.
Across the cell, Cal, having just shot a huge
creamy load down Jed's throat, now noticed the shackled
bailiff's throbbing red cock, begging for relief.
Jed's cock was certainly not one of the biggest Cal had
ever seen, but by now it may well have been the
hardest. His asshole was hot to be fucked after the
rimming Jed had given him earlier, so he said, "Well
now, Jed old boy, looks like your peter could use a
little relief. I think after the fine job you did
sucking my cock, I'm gonna reward you by taking a ride
on that fuck stick of yours."
By now, copious amounts of precum had oozed from
Jed's piss slit, making his cock slick and ready to
fuck Cal's waiting ass. With Jed lying on his back on
the jail cot, Cal squatted over him with his asshole
poised above Jed's upright hard cock, and impaled
himself on the throbbing pole in one swift movement
"Mmmmmm yeah," he moaned softly, throwing his head back
as Jed's cock slipped up his asshole.
Jed gasped at the sudden warm tightness
surrounding his cock.. Cal began moving up and down on
Jed's cock with abandon, much to Jed's delight. Jed's
cock had been aching for this type of relief for some
time. If this was what it was like to be overcome by a
prisoner, maybe he would have to try it more often, he
thought only half joking to himself. Cal began
forcefully twisting Jed's erect nipples. Between this,
being bound, and having a blond stud prisoner riding
his dick, the young jailer was overcome with the raw
sexuality of what was happening. He began groaning
with delight at the new sensations he was experiencing.
The hard shaft he was riding, rubbing his
prostate, soon had Cal's meat coming to life once
again. Cal reached back and grabbed Jed's balls,
rubbing them and gently squeezing them. "Come on you
son of a bitch. I want to feel you shoot your hot load
up my asshole. Fuck this ass and shoot your load.
Give it to me. Shoot it!"
It was all too much. "I'm cumming," Jed cried out
as he let go. His whole body shook as his hot spunk
shot up Cal's asshole. Although Jed jerked off a lot,
he had never experienced a sensation of his cum
flooding out of his dick like he did now. He thought
he must have shot a gallon before his cock stopped
twitching up the hot prisoner's butt.
Although Jed had had a super hot climax, Cal's
cock was rock hard again and wanted some more action.
"You got me damn horny with that cock of yours up my
ass. I think maybe you could use a good fucking. It
might do both of us fuckers good," Cal said. "I know
it'll do me some good anyway, and I don't really give a
shit whether it does you any good or not." He didn't
really mean it. He probably wouldn't really ream out
this guy if he wasn't sure the jailer really wanted to
get fucked, but he was really getting into the whole
scene. So was Jed.
Cal grabbed Jed's ankles and pulled them up over
the bailiff's head, securing them to the rail at the
head of the cot using some of the clothing that had
been shucked off by the cell full of horny men. Jed
offered only token resistance to his further bondage,
more for effect than to offer real resistance.
"Just makin' sure you're gonna cooperate," Cal
said finishing the final knot that now had his captive
with legs spread and asshole vulnerable.
Although he was a little nervous about getting his
ass fucked, Jed couldn't believe how much he was
enjoying being at the mercy of this studly prisoner.
Cal took a moment to enjoy his handiwork. The
sight of the jailer's legs spread apart, bound up and
helpless with his butthole fully exposed and vulnerable
to Cal's ass-hungry cock sent a fresh surge of blood to
his dick. Kneeling on the foot of the cot just below
Jed's ass, Cal rubbed his index finger up and down
Jed's ass crack. It was nice and slick from the
bailiff's own cum, which had dripped out of Cal's ass
following their fuck. Without warning, Cal stuck his
finger up Jed's asshole.
Jed gasped with surprise at the sudden intrusion.
Cal worked in a second finger.
"Annnngh," moaned Jed, as the prisoner worked the
two fingers in and out of his ass.
"Yeah, just wait till I fuck that tight shit hole
of yours with my big cock," Cal taunted as he proceeded
to position the plum sized head of his hard fuckstick
at the bound bailiff's twitching asshole. With one
slow but smooth motion, Cal buried his cock to the
balls in Jed's ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh," moaned Jed, as the massive dick
invaded his body, stretching his asshole and filling
his bowels. Cal slowly pulled back, only to plunge his
cock back into the helpless jailer, this time a bit
faster.
"Ohhhhhhhh," repeated Jed again at the new
intrusion. Again Cal pulled nearly out of Jed's ass,
only to plunge back in.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah, fuck me man," cried Jed.
Cal was a bit relieved that Jed was enjoying being
fucked. "Yeah man, you like my big fat cock up your
ass, don't you," demanded Cal as he continued to fuck
the man faster and faster.
"Yes, god yes," moaned Jed.
"Yeah, you like having your faggot ass fucked,
don't you. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how
much you want my hard cock fucking your virgin
shithole," challenged Cal.
"Fuck me man. Fuck me hard with that big cock.
Ohhhh, yeeahhh, fuck me hard and shoot your load up my
ass. I love your fucking cock up my tight asshole you
mother fucking bastard," Jed managed to cry out as Cal
continued to pound away at his ass.
Both men began to grunt and groan in pleasure, as
the pace of their fucking continued to accelerate.
Finally Cal could hold out no longer.
"I'm gonna' cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna shoot a
hot load of ball juice up your........" he managed
before crying out in ecstasy as he let loose his second
load of jizz up the bailiff's butt. He collapsed onto
Jed's chest, with his softening cock still plugging
Jed's ass slit.
Meanwhile, Nate having just finished fucking
Mike's asshole, withdrew his cock. Nate fished the
handcuff key from the pocked of his jeans, released the
cuff from Mike's left wrist, turned him around, and
then snapped the cuff on his own left wrist. Mike
wasn't sure weather there was supposed to be some deep
symbolic meaning to Nate's actions, or whether he just
wanted to keep Mike from doing anything funny. For
that matter, Nate wasn't sure why he had just
handcuffed himself to the prisoner; it really wasn't
for security, after all. Deep down, Nate knew he
wanted to be close to somebody else, but he knew Mike
wasn't that man. Regardless of that, he had been
longing to have Mike's hot cock up his ass since he
laid eyes on the young fuck stud. Now that he had
taught the biker a lesson, he was ready to let the kid
have his ass. Nate pulled Mike down on top of him, and
their mustached mouths met in a hot kiss. Nate could
taste his own spunk dried on Mike's lips and mustache.
Tasting his own jizz on the biker's mouth made Nate all
the hotter to be fucked.
"Show me what you can do with that fuckstick, you
cocksucker," commanded Nate, throwing his cowboy boot
clad feet over Mike's shoulders. "Fuck this man's ass
with that cock of yours. I want you to see how a real
man takes a cock up the ass."
Mike needed no further encouragement than this.
To Mike's surprise, being under Nate's control had been
a real turn for him, and by now his cock was aching for
relief. The steel cockring he wore enhanced his
erection, his cock now thickly veined and engorged,
with large amounts of precum oozing from the slit.
Mike's slimy cockhead slipped easily into Nate's tight
asshole.
"Ooooohh yeah," moaned Mike as he buried his meat
to the hilt into Nate's ass.
"Yeah, that's it, let me feel your meat up my ass.
Fuck my asshole. Pump your meat in and out of my shit
hole," yelled Nate.
Although Mike was fucking Nate, Nate was still the
one in control. They both knew it, and Mike didn't
care. Mike began to move his cock in out of Nate's
chute. Mike could feel Nate's ass working his cock
over, as if it were milking his meaty shaft.
"Shit, this guy know's what he's doing" thought
Mike to himself. "He can work a cock with his asshole
better than most can with a hand."
For his part, Nate was enjoying the feeling of
having his ass so well stuffed by Mike's thick slab.
He also noticed that Mike was pretty good with his
fuckstick. He didn't just pump in and out like a
machine, he kept changing his tempo and angle and
moaning how good Nate's ass felt. The action his ass
was getting, being filled up and having that big dick
sliding over his prostrate, had Nate's ample meat
growing once again to it's full 10 1/2 inches. He
wasn't sure if he would cum from Mike's ass-reaming,
but even if he didn't it sure was a good start for his
own next fuck.
"Oh god, I wanna come so bad, man," cried Mike, as
he continued to pound away at Nate's ass.
"Shoot your load up my asshole, you son of a
bitch," cried Nate. "Pump your biker cream into me.
This cop can take anything you have you fuckin' bastard
so lets see what you've got."
Nate's rough talk sent Mike over the edge. "Oh
god agggggghhhhh," he groaned uncontrollably, as his
load began spewing into the deputy's bowels.
"Yeah, fill me with that hot mancream," Nate
encouraged, watching Mike's twisted and contorted face
as the biker continued shooting his seed up Nate's shit
hole.
"That was a pretty good fuck, Rand," Nate said as
Mike pulled his softening cock from Nate's chute. "You
got me horny for another fuck. How about your blond
friend? I bet he's a pretty good fuck, huh?"
Mike just kind of nodded his head in agreement,
still a little disoriented after his orgasm. Nate
looked over to the other two. Cal had begun to suck
the bound bailiff's cock and balls. Jed was dying to
cum after having his ass reamed out by Cal; he was
moaning in pleasure under Cal's ministrations.
Noting that Cal had trussed up Jed like a
Thanksgiving turkey using articles of clothing, Nate
interrupted the blond stud's cocksucking, "You're a
resourceful son of a bitch, aren't you Blondie?" "I
know a few tricks," replied Cal.
"Well, do you know how to take my cock up your
ass," asked Nate.
"Thought you'd never ask, deputy" Cal replied.
Cal knelt on the foot of the cot with his ass in
the air. He immediately returned his attention to
Jed's straining member, much to Jed's relief. Nate got
up and walked up behind Cal, dragging Mike, who was
still handcuffed to him, along as well.
"Looks like you get to watch, Mike" Nate said to
him. Mike gave a big grin; he was anxious to watch
this cock that he had enjoyed up his own butt hammering
away at his buddy's ass.
Cal's butt hole was still slick with the semen
that Jed had blown up there, so Nate grabbed his hips
and slowly began to shove his shank up the cocksucker's
mancunt. Mike watched in amazement as Cal's asshole
swallowed up that long snake. Seeing how easy Cal took
his cock, Nate immediately began fucking him in
earnest, with long powerful strokes.
"Your ass feels really good, Henderson. I bet
you've made a lot of fuckers real happy, haven't you.
Rand here musta' broke you in real good," he said as
he fucked the man.
Despite having a mouth full of the jailer's cock,
Cal was beginning to moan in pleasure at the fuck Nate
was giving him. Watching Nate in action was getting
Mike so turned on, he was no longer content to be a
spectator. He managed to position himself under Cal,
so that he was able to suck the blond's cock, which
despite having shot twice, was hard once again. He
also had a great view of Nate's cock sliding in and out
of Cal's tight hole. He couldn't resist sticking out
his tongue to lick that long tool as it poked in and
out of his friend's asshole, as his hand found his own
engorged cock and began jerking it. Cal's pleasure
only enhanced the enthusiasm with which he sucked Jed's
cock. The concrete walls of the small cell echoed the
moans and groans of pleasure as the four randy men,
fucking, sucking and frigging, approached orgasm. It
was hard to tell who came first, but in short order,
mancream began to fly amid a chorus of throaty grunts.
Cal was filled from both ends--ass and mouth--with
lawmen's jism, his own load shooting on Mike's face,
while Mike juiced up his own chest.
After catching his breath a minute, Nate unlocked
himself from Mike, got dressed, and untied Jed.
Addressing the heap of cum covered, fucked-out men
remaining in the cell, Nate said, "I'm goin' home to
get some shut eye. If I were you guys, I'd get cleaned
up. The night guard Dora'll be here in about 10
minutes. She takes no shit from nobody and she's kind
of a prude, all 250 hard-as-nails pounds of her, and
I don't think she'd approve of your condition."
Nate couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he
left, conjuring up the mental image of those three
scrambling to make themselves presentable before Dora
arrived for her shift.
To be continued...