Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2009 18:00:36 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: After the Night Shift, Part 2

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			After the Night Shift, Part 2

	Jim and I lay exhausted and spent, after I'd taken him deep in his
ass and we had come together.  He'd worked a double shift and got in late
tonight, but he was horny enough to get it on with me after he had showered
and sneaked quietly into our bedroom, thinking I was asleep.  Instead, I
had lit a few candles and stripped, laying spread eagled on our bed,
waiting for my cop man to cuddle with me, and give him the massage he'd
been wanting all night.
	I rubbed most of his thick, pearly cum into the fur of his belly
and hard, muscular chest, feeling the beat of his heart, and the coarse
hair of his chest.  He was warm and sweaty and his muscular chest and still
hard nipples felt warm and sexy to me, even though I'd just dumped my load
deep into his ass, listening to him moan and cry out in pleasure as his
cock shot long ropey strands of cum across our bellies and chests, my cock
hard in his ass, buried balls deep, as I, too, had shot my load, emptying
my balls into my lover's naked, hard ass.
	We fell asleep, Jim's goateed face against the hair of my chest,
and his warm breath slowly dried my sweat and the bits of cum that were
clotted in the hair.  His hard, muscular shoulders felt warm against my
arms, as I held him close, feeling him relax and fall into a deep sleep,
the tension of the day now turned into blobs of drying cum against our
skins.  He smelled a bit sweaty and horny, the mixture of a freshly
showered thatch of armpit and chest hair, mixed with the lustful sweat of
our fucking and the seed from our balls, as the warmth of our bed eased
both of us into a deep sleep.
	I got up a few hours later to pee, needing to push his hard,
solidly built body off of me, the light coming in from the moon that was
just rising highlighting the curves of his chest, and the thick biceps and
the rippling shoulders of my lover.  His chest rose and fell, slowly, one
arm flung across his face, exposing the thick forest of his armpit, and the
fat, thick nipple of his chest.  He looked good enough to eat, and I wanted
to suck his cock again, feeling it turn hard in my hungry, wet mouth, and I
wanted to taste his long, wet shots of his cum against my throat.  Yet, he
had had a long, exhausting week, and he needed his rest.  After all, there
was time for us to play all day tomorrow.
	I feel asleep again, drifting off fast, my own body now fully
relaxed, after finding my release deep in Jim's snug, hot ass.  My balls
were drained, and I had found my own deep release, taking Jim deep with my
cock, riding his butt and feeling my balls bounce against the heat of his
crotch with every stroke of my butt.  He'd always turned me on, ever since
we'd met, and I couldn't get enough of him.  And, he could never get enough
of me.  Every time we fucked, we both rode each other hard and wet, rising
to our climaxes, and shooting our cum in hard, fiery spurts, as if we had
never had taken each other before.  Jim was a tireless stud, never able to
be fully sated by our lovemaking, and, I, too, could never get enough of my
lover, Sergeant Jim.
	I'd watched his chest rise and fall, slowly, as Jim had fallen into
a deep sleep.  And, I too, joined him and was soon out like a light, deep
in dreamland.  I dreamed of Jim taking me again, waking me from a deep
sleep, my wrists pinned behind my back by the set of handcuffs Jim always
kept on the bedside table.  He loved those cuffs, and his favorite way of
cumming deep inside of me was always when he'd handcuffed me, naked and
helpless.
       If he'd entered me before he'd cuff me, when he'd slip on the cuffs
and I heard the hard ratcheting noise of the teeth on the cuffs clicking
tight against my wrists, Jim's cock would always twitch and swell.  A
couple of times, when he'd slip the cuffs on me, he'd lose himself and his
cock would spurt a huge, strong spurt of his jism, just at the sound of the
cuffs tightening against my wrists.
	It was one of our favorite games, the handcuffs.  Jim was always
the guy who had to put them on.  He was the cop, of course, and he'd always
found a thrill in re-enacting some scuffle with some perp on his shift,
when he came home and pounded deep in my ass with his cop cock.  I'd always
played along, of course, as Jim always got extra horny and extra hard when
I begged him to cuff me, and when I'd call him Sergeant.
	He'd slip the cuffs on me, one wrist behind my back at a time,
slowly clanking the teeth into the lock, letting each clink of the metal
echo in the room, until the metal was almost tight against my wrists.
Then, he'd grab my other wrist, and slowly bring my arm around, until it,
too, was locked into the metal, and I was helpless and naked below my
lover.
	Jim would always take me in my ass after that, slowly thrusting his
hard, wet cock into my hole, pulling back and then thrusting deeper, again
and again, until he was balls deep inside of me.  I felt his big, hairy
balls rub against my own balls, as Jim always wanted to first take me
doggie style.  Then, after a few minutes of slowly thrusting into me and
almost cumming to his climax, he'd turn me over and mount me again, this
time looking into my eyes, and rubbing his furry belly and chest across my
own belly and sweaty chest, his massive arms holding me tight.
       Our balls would rub against each other as he thrust, the hairs
catching and pulling a bit, and the sweat from our crotches and our butt
cracks soon greasing our thrusts, as we built up our tension, as we found
our rhythm with each other.  We went slow at first, just enjoying the feel
of his cock in my butt, and the friction of two hard, muscular bodies
fucking.  But, then, as both of our cocks were filled with our hot blood,
and we kept riding each other, we both moved closer to our release, and,
all too soon, we spurted our loads hard and fast against each other.
	I woke from my dream, my cock hard and aching, and found Jim on top
of me, his cock pistoning slowly inside of my ass, my arms back under me,
pinned by the weight of my chest and his chest.  I pulled on my arm, trying
to free my hand so I could grab his butt cheeks as he thrust into me, but I
couldn't. Hard, cold metal cut into my wrists, and my hands and arms were
pinned beneath me.
	Jim looked down at me, a big grin on his goateed face.
	"You're my prisoner now.  Nowhere to go, buddy," he whispered.
	"Yes, Sergeant."
	Jim chuckled, his eyes twinkling as I whispered my acceptance of
his dominance, my acceptance of his cock thrusting hard and urgent in my
ass, his wide and juicy cock moving slowly in and out of me, his balls
bouncing on my ass cheeks.
	I moved my ass up against him, flexing my own cheeks, feeling the
heat and the weight of his hips, his cock in me.  My nostrils filled with
his new wetness, his sweat, his smell of lust and dried cum and his urgent
gasps of breath, each time he pushed hard into me.  The bristly fur of his
chest rubbed against my chest, the hair catching in the mat of fur of both
our chests.  Heat rose from our friction, our thrusts, my armpits now
breaking out in a rush of lust and heat.
	I wanted him, wanted him deep and hard in me, again and again.  I
felt his wide cock head, hard and fiery, rub against my prostate and inside
the deep tunnel of my ass, with each thrust of his hard butt.  With each
thrust, my cop man moaned and grunted, each time a bit deeper, deep in his
hard sweaty chest, as he rose higher in his drive to shoot yet another load
deep into his lover.  He was almost there, and I could hear him and feel
him tense and spasm a bit, as his cum rose in his balls and he almost
crossed the threshold of his imminent cumming.
	His regular rhythm quickly lost its beat, and he writhed and
spasmed deeply, his gasps coming hard and deep, his cock shooting hard and
then hard again, until he finally pulled out of me, until he rolled off of
me, holding my shoulders in his meaty hands.  One hand moved slowly down
across my chest, fondling my nipples, then my belly, and finally, to my
eager, hard cock.
	Jim held me tight, wet in his fist, my hard cock eager and red and
horny against his fingers.  He moved slowly up and down my shaft, pulling
me higher towards my own release.  My hands pulled against the handcuffs,
my shoulders and arms and wrists still pinned beneath me, as I lay helpless
and tied, unable to help Jim in reaching my release, depending upon him to
open the stopcocks of my own manhood, releasing my seed and taking me to
the place he had been just a few moments before.
	His hand slowly pumped me, agonizingly slow, painfully slow.  My
balls ached and my hips thrust, and still he moved slowly, oh, so slowly.
I moaned and thrashed, and still my arms were held and my cock now yet able
to shoot.
	Jim's bearded mouth roamed my sweaty, heaving chest, sucking on my
hard, aching nipples, and then across my sweaty, heaving chest and down my
belly until his lips slowly took in my aching cockhead, on fire with my
lust and my hunger.  Nothing else mattered, not even the handcuffs on my
wrists existed, and it was only my heavy, cum filled balls and my aching,
fire drenched cock and Jim's pumping hand and wet, hungry mouth.
	And, we danced and thrust, and tasted, and slid, and time stood
still and nothing else mattered; nothing else existed.  Until, at last, I
crossed over and the great spigots of release and desire and lust all
opened up, and I shot and I shot, and then I shot again, filling Jim's wet,
eager mouth with a great load of my seed, until my manhood ended its sweet
agony and fell, wet and spent, away from his lips and laid, exhausted,
against the thick nest of hair around my now-empty balls.
	Jim nudged me over, quickly releasing the metal clasps with a
handcuff key, freeing my wrists and hands and arms and pulling them around
his shoulders, as he kissed me softly on my lips, our whiskers now wet and
sweaty, and drenched with my load.
	"I never get tired of taking care of you, partner."

Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.