That final summer before Marc went off to college was a total scorcher. The heat index topped one hundred. The air was still, thick and disgustingly humid. Even the air conditioning units in the Hauser home seemed to be doing little good. There were constant black outs around town from over usage. Marc had become accustomed to four or five cold showers a day. It was so oppressive that he had shorn his silky dark hair for a more comfortable buzz cut. It actually made him look more appealing. Clothing around the house was minimal. He and his father, Buck, wore only briefs or nothing at all. In that enticing attire, despite the heat, they fucked a lot.
Marc was working through the summer. He didn't really need the money; he had received a full scholarship based on his (ahem) attributes. But Buck wanted to put a new roof on the house. So he had resumed peddling Marc's ass. Not that Marc minded. He was a seemingly straight eighteen-year-old who had a hankering for men. And their dicks. Although often times he gave it away there were none who minded paying the required fee for a throw down with the lusty teen.
On this day Marc was on his way home from the fish packing plant on the industrial side of town near the water front. Buck had pre-arranged an assignation for Marc with the plant manager, Lou Roselli, and two of his workmen. It was an easy $225. Knowing this summer was Marc's last hurrah and his cash cow would be gone, at least while school was in session, Buck had raised his price. No one was arguing. Marc was that good. Lou and his men threw the money down before Marc even got down to business. As he drove away from the plant Marc was still picking hairs out of his teeth. Hairy Italian bear Roselli got off sitting on his face and being eaten out while his workers took turns fucking Marc's ass. Only after they were finished and out of the office did he beat off into Marc's mouth. Roselli never fucked. It was a shame, Marc thought, because he had such a nice dick.
Marc drove straight up Sycamore and passed Ralph's Place with his left turn signal on. Buck was pulling a double today, tending bar straight through to closing. In a split second decision he flipped off the signal. Instead of turning onto Arthur Ave. and going home to an uncomfortable empty house he continued on down Sycamore. Even after the fucking he'd just taken Marc was still horny. These hot summer days always did it to him. With one hand on the wheel he was groping his crotch through the short, thigh high cut-off jeans he wore. He considered pulling into the park and visiting the toilet room but it looked deserted and probably would not render any action. Continuing on he came to a stop at the red light where the local road bisected the only major highway running through this town. Leaning back in the seat he tapped the wheel and glanced over at the car in the lane beside him. Decent enough looking guy, thirtyish, well-groomed with a neatly-trimmed mustache and wearing dark sunglasses. The sun glinted off his wedding ring. Involuntarily licking his lips Marc imagined the man as nearly-naked as he was behind the wheel. Probably had a nice, hairy chest and about seven inches in his pants. Marc fondled the growing bulge in his shorts.
The light changed and the hot guy turned left onto the highway, obliterating Marc's fantasy. Marc ventured straight across, headed to the commercial side of town. It was dead certain he could find action at the glory holes in the dirty book store Georgie Hilliard had introduced him to. The proprietor, a fat and ugly troll, would gladly hand him the key to the service area behind the viewing booths. And then more than likely occupy one. Marc wouldn't mind. Cock was cock. Ass was ass. And that one had a big fat, hairy one always ripe and ready to be eaten.
But instead he pulled into the train station lot. Checking his watch he saw the line from the city would be arriving in a little over five minutes, provided it ran on time. The station rest room was always good for some commuter cock. The lot was fairly full but Marc managed to find a spot some distance away. Wearing nothing more than his too-short cut-offs and flip flops he made his way through the lot and up the stairs to the ramp. There were a few people there waiting to the take the train to stops further on down the line. No one much gave him a second look. In this 106 degree heat most of them were dressed lightly, as well. Checking the arrival board he saw the train would be at the gate in short minutes. Positioning himself next to the door of the rest room he leaned his bare shoulders against the wall, propped the heel of one foot knee-high against the aluminum wall and hooked his thumbs into the slits of his short pockets, striking a provocative pose. And waited.
The train pulled in and travelers hurried out and past him, some occasionally giving him more than a passing glance. He was a sight, indeed. Marc had a nicely toned, although not over-developed, body. He was an athlete. And it showed.
Aiden Falmont was one weary commuter. He had been doing it for nigh unto eighteen years. At a young twenty-six, married with one child, he had enthusiastically taken a position as information technology consultant. It was interesting and he enjoyed the work. The daily commute to the city didn't trouble him back then. The city was exciting and alive. There was always something happening. It was a far cry from the dreary little burg where he'd grown up or the quiet, peaceful town where he now resided. Even as a child Aiden had craved adventure. He never found it on the home front. But, in the city, virtually anything was possible. The hustle and bustle was exhilarating. He loved the smells of Manhattan, even if they were sometimes foul. Restaurants where one could locate any kind of cuisine, street vendors selling their wares, newsstands with a variety of papers and magazines, hot dogs and pretzels sold at street corners from wheeled carts and pizza parlors everywhere. People from all walks of life hurried through the busy sidewalks, practically huddled together waiting for the crossing light to turn. The subway system could take one to any of the five boroughs. And a taxi ride was almost comparable to an amusement park roller coaster event. Aiden had quickly adapted to the habits of a native New Yorker while in the city. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, he returned home.
Ah, how thrilling it had been back in the day! He still recalled his first trek down to the Village. He'd gone with a bit of trepidation. It was well known that Greenwich was home to a large population of the gay community. All his life, up to that point, Aiden had repressed his same-sex curiosity. He wasn't sure what to expect as he meandered down Christopher Street, glancing into those shops proudly displaying their multi-colored flags. He nearly blushed when encountering two young men holding hands and behaving quite uninhibited in public. He passed the infamous Stonewall Inn, hesitated, moved on and then turned back. Steeling his nerves he forced himself to go inside. There were only a few patrons present on his mid-week afternoon. With nervous anticipation Aiden took a seat at the bar conspicuously away from the others. It wasn't long before he was joined by a tall, dark-haired and reasonably attractive man possibly a few years younger than himself. Aiden attempted to appear confident but internally he was quaking. It soon became obvious through innuendo this fellow was interested in more than conversation over a drink. They hooked up. The guy had a nearby place. Aiden did things that afternoon he had only fantasized about. It became a bi-weekly thing, taking the train after work to the Village and connecting. His late return home was easily explained to the wife as work related.
Those certainly were the days. Aiden had been in his prime then. Now he was forty-four and over-the-hill in gay years. Soon he'd be approaching troll status. Life just wasn't fair sometimes. Nearing the forty mark Aiden had dispensed with his extra-curricular activities. Young and handsome no longer seemed interested in him. Not that he was a bad looking sort. Never a big man Aiden stood at 5'!0" with a slight trim frame and only the hint of a belly. He had uncontrollable wooly hair which he always kept cropped short. His mother used to claim she could scour pans with his hair. It had been going salt-and-pepper since his late thirties and was now mostly gray. His eyebrows were bushy and often in need of a clipping, as was the mustache he'd adopted a few years back. Eyes were smoky and sad, but oh how they had brightened when a young stud went down on him. In midlife he looked more the scholarly type, perhaps a professor with a pipe. With Hannah, his only child, away from home in her freshmen year of college Aiden felt like an old man. The best had passed him by. He was suffering the dreaded mid-life crisis.
Aiden stepped out of the train onto the platform. Hefting his briefcase, with head down, he wearily made his way from to the elevator which would take him to street level and the parking lot beyond. He nearly stumbled and dropped his purchase when he saw the teen ager posing by the john. The young man was drop-dead gorgeous and barely dressed. He couldn't be more than seventeen or eighteen. Nineteen, tops. The boy hadn't seen him---at least, not yet---but Aiden was certainly getting an eyeful. "It" was a teen dream, all sinfully slim and long limbed with nicely toned arms and legs, developing chest and cinched waist. His glistening skin was deliciously smooth and showing barely an offending hair. Those threadbare shorts were cut super high up his shapely thighs, the top button undone as if in invitation. The boy casually leaned against the wall as if unaware of the provocative picture he made.
The boy's good looking face turned in Aiden's direction and their eyes locked. Aiden gasped and his briefcase nearly fell from his hand when he looked into those long lashed, emerald-green eyes. He was certain his lower lip was quivering. The kid threw him a crooked smile, nodded to the bathroom door beside him, kicked off the wall and disappeared into the latrine. Weak-kneed, Aiden followed.
The station's bathroom was rather large, although it was seemingly designed for one. There was a single urinal and the toilet was enclosed in a booth. A solitary sink with mirror above, hand dryer and waste basket were the only other essentials. The steel-walled space was surprisingly sparkling clean. But Aiden hardly noticed. His eyes were on the gorgeous young man standing in the center of the space. He thought enough to engage the lock on the door behind him and placed his briefcase against the wall next to it. Practically salivating, he advanced on the captivating teen.
Up close the boy was even more breathtaking. Aiden practically whimpered as his hands wandered up the smooth, hairless chest and over youthful pec mounds. The pebbly boy nubs were hard against his sweaty palms. The kid had an amused smile on his handsome face. Aiden melted into those sparkling emerald eyes. His hand roamed lower, down the length of the teen's taut torso and slipped into the unfastened top of those tight shorts. The zipper gave as he dug deep. Aiden mewled as his fingers traversed the soft, silky and nearly bald groin before touching the heat of his cock. At the same time the teen reached out to grasp Aiden's rising manhood through his dress slacks and squeezed, causing the man's lower lip to quiver.
As Aiden worked to slide those slut shorts down from the sexy boy's hips and release his teen meat the kid was yanking on his zipper, intent on doing the same. Aiden wasn't at all surprised the beauty was going commando but was stunned at what slapped up from his loins. The kid's cock was more impressive than he had imagined, a man-sized beaut of adolescent perfection. Aiden took it in hand and stroked the hunk of boy meat, running the flesh of his thumb over the gorgeous head. His own dick had been freed from the confines of his clothing and the youth was diligently stroking it in one hand while his other hefted and squeezed his hairy sac.
"What's your name, son?" Aiden managed hoarsely. He nearly came right then and there when the deep, resonating voice told him "Marc." It was the tone of a grown man, not a teenager. Aiden's legs instantly went weak. He dropped to his knees on the rest room floor before the teen dream, took as much dick as he could fit into his mouth and began ravenously sucking.
Marc grinned with delight. Usually these older daddies wanted him to go down on them. It was great to be on the receiving end for a change. This gent was slurping on his meat like a slovenly pig. Funny, because he'd looked so mild-mannered out on the platform. His wet mouth felt so good taking as much of Marc's nine youthful inches as he could. The blunt head hit the back of his throat but the stranger didn't gag. His head was bobbing from side to side, taking Marc's dick from alternating angles. He snorted as he wolfishly ate the cock. One hand was wrapped around Marc's organ, corkscrewing around the succulent inches while he sucked. His other had a firm grasp on the boy's ball bag, holding the silky sac like he was a farmer milking a cow and pulling it down. This action brought Marc's delicious cock more even with his rapidly working mouth. Marc dug his hands into Aiden's short, wiry hair, held him in place and fucked his maw while the famished man delightedly guzzled.
Aiden could have feasted on the gorgeous teen forever. But he had another itch which hadn't been satisfied in a long while. Managing to break the kid's hold on him he came off the succulent cock and looked up into the good-looking boy's face. "Will you fuck me?" he practically begged.
Marc grinned widely. "Sure, mister. You have any lube in that briefcase?"
"No," Aiden regretfully admitted. There was a time, years back, when he always kept a tube handy.
"No worries," Marc reassured him. "Come on up here." Aiden rose on shaky legs, his man meat standing stiffly out from his fly and leaking pre-cum. Marc grabbed hold of it, led Aiden to the sink and circled behind him. As he shucked the man's trousers and boxers down to the floor Aiden kicked them off as he planted his legs wide and grasped the sides of the basin. The mirror reflected the sexy teen positioned behind him.
All at once Marc dropped out of sight. Aiden felt the boy's hands on his buttocks, spreading them and then the tentative touch of his tongue. The beautiful boy was planning to lube him up from his sweet mouth!
The commuter had a hirsute crack. Not as coarse as the growth on his scalp but hairy all the same. Using his fingers to part it Marc located the moist brown target and zeroed in. Marc had learned to enjoy eating a man's ass, the funkier the better. Aiden's was nice and sweaty from his long commute on this ultra-hot day. Marc rapidly flicked at the bung using only the tip of his tongue. Aiden's pucker flexed expectantly at his touch. Marc got the portal good and wet before breaching the hole and slithering his tongue up inside Aiden's ass. The older man sighed and thrust his backside against Marc's face. Marc went to town, digging as deeply as possible inside the man's butt and excavating the tangy insides. With his cute face buried in the hairy cleavage he planted mouthfuls of saliva into Aiden's rectum. Aiden's distended ass lips nibbled on the root of the boy's tongue as he diligently ate him out.
Satisfied with his work Marc rose up from his squat, took Aiden by the hips and unceremoniously drove his teen cock into the man's slick asshole. It had been so long since he'd been fucked that Aiden felt like a defiled virgin. He bit his lower lip and whimpered, but the cock kept on coming. Marc failed to relent until he was totally immersed in the man's hole. Nine solid inches of boy meat pulsed inside Aiden. Marc quickly pulled back, and then thrust in again. He fucked like the randy teen he was, oblivious to any discomfort the man might be suffering. Only interested in his very own carnal pleasure.
Clinging to the basin for dear life Aiden's eyes rolled around in their sockets and he grunted with each full-length plunge. He was able to focus long enough to look into the mirror before him and see the look of determination on the face of the handsome teen behind him. Never before had he been fucked by one so gorgeous. The kid was banging him hard with deep, gut-wrenching strokes. The big, wondrous dick soared through him, reverting his long neglected ass into pussy once again. It was rearranging his guts and sending electric-like currents through his prostate. Aiden panted madly. Rivulets of perspiration leaked down his ashen face. He'd forgotten how good it felt to be hammered like a dirty whore. Men older than himself had used him like this. But never a boy as young and fetching as Marc.
Lost in a nirvana from which he never wished to depart Aiden was hardly aware that he was being fucked to orgasm. When it came he actually shouted. His cock lips parted and scads of long pent-up cum flew out under the sink to splash against the wall. His entire body trembled and he clung to that basin for fear of collapsing onto the floor. Marc continued to batter his shitter all through the monumental release. Throwing back his head Aiden looked into the mirror again and whimpered when he saw the look of the boy. Young Marc was almost there. His handsome face was contorted, nostrils flared, his brow was wrinkled and teeth were gnashing. With a sexy whimper he came, scouring Aiden's insides with thick teen spunk. Aiden purposely tightened around the spewing dick, making Marc's ejaculation even more pleasurable. The older man was envious; it seemed that the randy teen could cum forever.
Only a sudden insistent knocking on the door made them part. Both scrambled to dress. It didn't take Marc long, as all he had was that skimpy pair of shorts. Aiden was a bit rumpled, but it was as presentable as he could manage to be. He looked like a man who had just been royally fucked. As soon as Marc disengaged the lock the door burst inward and they were both forced backward into the heart of the room. Two police officers bounded in.
"What's going on in here?" one commanded sternly.
"N-nothing, Officer," Aiden stammered. He was terrified. "We were just using the facilities."
"You know this boy?" the same Cop harshly asked.
Aiden shook his head almost too dramatically. "N-no, sir. H-he was using the toilet and I was at the urinal."
"Then why was the door locked?"
"Here's our answer," the other Officer said. He had moved over to squat by the basin. With an index finger he scooped up a dollop of spent cum, brought it to his nose and sniffed. Aiden nearly blew another load in his pants. Marc attempted not to grin.
"You were fucking that boy whore, weren't you?" Cop #1 bellowed. "How much money did he take you for?"
Aiden shook his head violently. "No! No! It was nothing like that!"
"Sure it was," the Officer went on. "We've had reports of hustling going on around here. Looks like we've nabbed the perpetrator."
"There was no money involved, Officer Dobson," Marc spoke up. Aiden was frustrated by the boy's seeming calm about the situation. And curious about this familiarity with the police officer. "And for the record, I wasn't the one getting fucked."
Officer Dobson's eyes went wide. He partner snickered. Getting right up in Aiden's face he scowled. "You let that boy fuck you?"
Aiden's bottom lip quivered. "Please, Officer. I've never done anything like this before. I have a wife at home. A daughter in college. I'm a respectable man. This will ruin me."
Dobson looked at him disgustedly. After a long while he said, "Let me see your I.D." Aiden complied. "Aiden Falmont. 365 Glover Avenue. Woodbridge." Handing back the document he nodded to the door. "Get out of here, Mr. Aiden Falmont. And don't ever let us find you cavorting with hustlers again."
Aiden nearly fell over himself apologizing and scurried off into the late afternoon heat. Dobson turned his attention back to the barely dressed teen. His eyes roamed over the youth's lightly muscled frame. "Seriously, Marc? An old man like that?"
Marc smiled and shrugged. "He wanted to get fucked. I needed to get off. Don't you remember how it was to be eighteen, hung and horny, Officer Dobson?"
Dobson squeezed his crotch and, with a crooked grin, said, "You don't have to be eighteen to be horny." At the same time the other officer, Trent, came up behind Marc, pressed his body up against the boy and wrapped a strong, hairy forearm around his throat. Marc reached back and fondled the Cop's groin.
Marc nodded to the door. "Maybe you should lock that." Marc was quite familiar with hunky Officers Trent and Dobson. They were partners on the beat. And sometimes clients in the brothel at Ralph's Place. They worked together and fucked together. Marc thoroughly enjoyed servicing their husky manly bodies and big cop cocks.
"Sorry, boy. We'd like to oblige. But we've got orders from the Chief," Trent whispered hotly into his ear as he rubbed his crotch against Marc's ass.
"What kind of orders?" Marc inquired, already feeling Officer Trent's big gun rising.
"Chief says we're supposed to bring you in if we find you tricking down here," Dobson told him.
"Can't it wait for, say, fifteen minutes or so?" Marc provocatively asked as he fumbled for Trent's zipper.
Dobson grinned lopsidedly. "No can do, Marc. Not this time. Now, let's go. Don't make me have to cuff you."
Marc released his hold on Trent and held his hands out in front of him. "Go on. Cuff me. It won't be the first time you've used those on me. Remember?"
Big bad Dobson grinned even more widely. "Yeah, I remember." His dick was pounding at the front of his uniform. Shrugging he said, "Okay, if that's the way you want it. Cuff him, Trent."
"My pleasure," Officer Trent replied toothily. Pulling Marc's arms behind him he locked the wrists into place, then took him by the arm and led him out of the rest room with Dobson following close behind.
It was a short drive to the police station. Marc amiably chatted with the officers, mostly about the university he would soon be attending and their sports programs. Dobson, doing the driving, had a hard time concentrating on the roadway with such a fetching vision in his rear view mirror. Trent repeatedly cocked his head sideways to look at the sinfully clad teen as he attempted to keep up his side of the conversation. His right hand was in his crotch, kneading the mound formed there, and oblivious to Dobson's presence. Didn't really matter, anyway. Last time they'd had the b-ball star it had turned into a double fuck. Trent was too macho to admit it but it sure felt good having his partner's big meat next to his own as they stuffed the teen whore.
When they arrived at the station house they led Marc, still cuffed, and passed the Desk Sergeant, who whistled suggestively as they went by. Trent gave old Sgt. Goddard a knowing wink. Goddard hadn't had a piece of the young trade as of yet, but there was still time before he went off to college. Rather than following normal protocol and taking him to an interrogation room, the two officers led Marc directly to Chief Schneider's office. Karl Schneider was reviewing duty logs on his computer when the door burst open and the barely dressed teen was ushered in by two of his finest.
"Lookie what we found turning tricks down at the train station, Chief," Trent addressed his boss. The Chief lowered his reading glasses to the bridge of his nose and looked Marc up and down interestedly.
"Not true, Mr. Schneider---I mean, Chief," Marc declared. "It's a bum rap. No money changed hands." He turned his pockets inside out, which was no easy feat considering the tightness of those shorts. "See? No cash. And I don't take credit cards."
Karl remained stone-faced, although he found the boy's last remark somewhat amusing. "Alright, you can uncuff the prisoner," he instructed. Dobson followed the boss' orders. When Marc's hands were freed he rubbed his wrists and muttered, "Police brutality!" Trent couldn't help but snicker. In the past they had done a lot more to the willing boy.
Schneider waved an arm. "Alright, you two get out of here. I'll handle the situation from here." Dobson gave the Chief an obedient nod, Trent a knowing wink and both, with a bad case of blue balls, departed.
The Chief leaned back in his seat and appraised the boy standing before him. "It's one thing when your Daddy's pimping you out of his house or the bowels of that sleazy bar, but quite another when you're taking business to the street." Seeing the look of surprise on Marc's cute face, he went on, "That's right. We've known about it for months. Only reason we haven't raided Ralph's is because I've known both him and your father since they were young pups."
"Excuse me, Chief," Marc said politely. "Don't mean to interrupt, but truth is I wasn't doing business at the train station. I was just, you know, real horny. My Dad didn't know anything about it. And it wasn't like I sucked that traveler off. Or that he was fucking me. Actually, it was the other way around."
Marc's bold words caused a stirring in Schneider's pants. He leaned forward in his chair. "You telling me this man blew you? And then you fucked him up the asshole?"
"That's right. Honest!" Marc cast him a sly, sideways look. "I'm better at it but, actually, he wasn't all that bad. Got me off."
Chief's lower lip quivered and he breathed heavily. It felt as if the air conditioner had suddenly stopped cooling the room. Attempting to still maintain authority, he commented, "Must be as good a cocksucker as you are on that basketball court. I seen a few of your games. You're damned good, boy."
Marc puffed up his bare chest. "I'm a champ at both," he proudly announced.
Schneider loudly cleared his throat and then motioned with a fat index finger. "Take off them shorts." Marc smiled crookedly and followed the Chief's command. The man's glasses slid even further down his now-sweaty nose as he appraised the boy. With a motion of his hand he ordered, "Turn around." Marc did, giving the man a view of his tapered back leading down to high and tight buttocks. Standing with his legs more than shoulder width apart he bent over at the waist to remove his flops. He could easily have kicked them off but then the Chief would have been denied the provocative view of his smooth cakes parting and a quick flash of his pucker.
Schneider whipped off his glasses, carelessly tossed them to the desk top and leaned back in his chair, unzipping his fly. "Get over here and suck my dick!" In a flash Marc was under the Chief's desk fishing his adult cock from his uniform pants. Schneider was close to fifty-nine. While Marc didn't know his exact age he knew he was an old guy. Had been Chief for all of Marc's life and most of his father Buck's. Didn't matter at all to Marc. In fact, he liked old guys with snowy hair on their heads (if they still had it), across their chests and around their meat. They were the ones who always seemed to be the most desperate to get their groove on. Chief Schneider's cock didn't disappoint. Despite the snow on his roof there was a raging fire in the Chief's loins. His granddaddy dick was all beef and gristle, swollen up to possibly ten thick inches and twitching with lust engorged veins. The plump head was perfectly tapered, its piss slit already oozing cock snot. Balls were bull-sized, coated with salt-and-pepper hairs and dangling from the split of his zipper. Marc grabbed hold of the proud cock and ran his hands up and down the bulging surface.
"No foreplay, Hauser!" Chief growled. "Just suck it!"
Curling his tongue around the heated stalk Marc rode it up and down, tasting every inch of Karl's manly dick. He spit-shined the thick column of flesh muscle right down to those meaty, musky cum-laden nuts, then upward again to the large, leaking mushroom on top. Marc tongued the piss slit, coaxing it to yawn and give him more cop juice. Karl was shifting all around in his seat. The little hustler had his tongue curled and a good inch of it digging in his piss hole while his fist cork-screwed the full length of the wet, pulsing prick!
The Chief was all heated up. This boy was better than any hundred dollar whore who'd ever blown him. With shaky hands Karl worked to undo the buttons of his uniform shirt, laying it open to either side. Marc's hand glided under his beneath the Chief's undershirt, dug through the pelt coating his tits and brought each nub to pleasurable hardness. Chief writhed in the chair, his cock pulsing out more fuck juice which Marc greedily devoured. The kid was literally worshipping his big old cock crown but Karl wanted more. Planting one hand on top of the boy's head he coaxed him downward. Marc happily obliged, swallowing until every inch of cop cock was in his throat. Chief sighed huskily and threw his head back over the top of his throne. The kid's slobbering face hole was doing all sorts of nasty things to his big meat. However the fuck he got it all the way down was a testament to his back room bar notoriety. Schenider had never felt anything quite like it.
Outside the office, ears were plastered to the door. Trent, Dobson, Goddard and a few others were salaciously listening as their authoritative Chief discovered the pleasures of Marc Hauser. When Schneider let out a long, mournful wail they all knew he'd gotten swallowed whole. There wasn't a soft cock among the eavesdroppers. Most knew how fabulous that felt; others were jonesing to find out. All were envious of their Chief.
Marc ate dick with reckless abandon, smashing his face full force into the man's snowy crotch. He full-throated that cock good and hard, cramming it into his tight esophagus. The contractions of his gullet radiated through Schneider's excited prick and had the tough guy whimpering and moaning in fevered heat. Marc lunged undeterred, gorging himself on the Chief's big bad meat. Saliva oozed from the corners of his stuffed mouth, snot leaked from his cute nose and little tears escaped the corners of his sexy emerald eyes. He was making the police chief's maiden voyage a memorable one, although he was fearful of bringing the old stud off too soon.
With that thought in mind Marc came all the way off the tasty cock and let the head pop from his mouth. Unable to resist the leakage he held the shaft steady in one hand and lapped all over the pulsing crown, scooping up all that tasty discharge. Chief's face had clouded over and he looked a bit miffed. "Get back down on it," he huskily ordered. And Marc obeyed, although not quite in the manner Chief had intended.
Crawling out from beneath the desk he hastily shed his Daisy Dukes and climbed up onto the Chief's lap. Reaching behind he grasped the slick shaft and directed the desperate horn to his smooth pucker. Chief was absolutely mesmerized and speechless as his thick inches slipped inside the warm pussy. Marc, being a determined youth, pushed down and forced more of the cock into his asshole. He squirmed as he felt the throbbing staff glide along his pussy walls, effectively taking more and more of the Chief's dick into his hungry cunt. Schneider's snow-capped head fell back and he sighed heavily. The champion ball player's puss was milking his buried shaft and chewing on the root. It was one thing for the female whores to take his inches, but this young man had all blood engorged ten of them up his ass!
When Marc began bouncing up and down on his beefstick Schenider laid his large hands on the boy's slim hips to support him. Damn, the kid had a nice body. Even at eighteen Karl hadn't had such a fit, toned---not to mention smooth---frame. And the bouncing cock on him was man-sized, not that of a teen. Marc's silky ass effortlessly glided over the Chief's ramrod, causing Schneider to tingle from head to toe. With the pussy on him it was little wonder his daddy Buck was using him as trade. And that over half of the men in this town had anted up.
Marc showed Chief every ball-churning trick he'd learned over the years. He took that cock as deeply as possible and ground around on the man's hairy groin with that man cock buried up inside his hot hole. He ran Karl's t-shirt up over his burly chest, exposing those man pecs coated with almost-white hair, took tit meat between his lips and sucked on it while he rode his dick. Chief groaned and lifted a hand to caress the back of Marc's sweaty neck. Marc sucked and chewed until Chief was sizzling like bacon in a pan before moving on to give its twin some bawdy attention. All the while his hind quarters failed to cease rising and falling on the main vein.
Chief's grunts and sighs had his charges giddily snickering on the other side of the door. Without even seeing, they knew the big man was getting a piece of fine ass. Chief was a hard task master, but he was always fair. He had even bent the law a few times to help some of them out of potential scrapes. He was even best man at Billy Trent's wedding several years ago. Sheila Bower, now Trent, thought he was sort of sexy for an old guy. So did Billy. He'd never been fucked by another dude. But if anybody was ever going to do it, it would be Chief Schneider. In a way he was a bit envious of Marc Hauser right now.
Marc energetically posted on Karl's meat, ramming his ass along its full length and rolling his eyes with bliss as the head crashed deep in his guts. The shaft sailed against his prostate, making his own dick throb and leak with extreme pleasure. Marc squeezed the steely cock with his ass muscles as he bounced up and down upon it, giving it a nice tight fuck. Most old guys liked that. Chief Schneider was no exception. He looked every bit the man in heat, clenching his jaw, gnashing his teeth and sexily scowling. Marc wondered how he hadn't hooked up with this guy before.
All at once Karl had him by the backs of his knees and they were rising. Marc wrapped his arms around the man's bull-like neck while Karl came to a standing position, lowered Marc to the desk top and took charge. Marc fell back on his elbows, legs up and ass at the edge of the desk. All throughout the repositioning the man's cock had never left his pussy. Karl held tight to Marc's athletic gams as he masterfully pumped ass. Karl fucked with the stamina of a much younger man, heaving himself in and out of the moist, pillowy pussy. He drove in down to his short curlies with each forceful thrust, not at all concerned about doing damage. Something told him this boy could take it. Marc relaxed his puss each time Karl burst through and then bore down on the cock, holding it tightly as it pulled back and making Karl want to fuck him harder. The young man was bringing him such pleasure, something he hadn't felt in a long while, if ever.
Chief was panting heavily, hardly aware of how profusely he was perspiring. His heart was thundering in his barreled chest, the blood surging through his temples and making him almost dizzy with lust. Still he fucked on, impaling Marc on his ten thick inches of cop cock. His hips thrust forward mercilessly, repeatedly sending his big knob deep into the kid's guts. Marc was repeatedly licking his lips, dreamily rolling those gorgeous eyes up in their sockets as waves of pleasure soured through him. His boy cock jumped and pulsed youthful pre-cum each time Karl took him deep. They were breathing heavily, alternately moaning and sighing, Marc issuing a deep and sultry "oh, yeah" each time Karl's big dick pounded up into him. They were each lost in a fevered pitch, neither wanting to come down from the incredible high.
When Karl pressed his love button one too many times Marc began to writhe against the desk top, panting like a pup with his eyes opened wide. His trim body tensed and he cried out as a fountain of teen cum gushed up out of his boy cock. His asshole went bat-shit crazy on Karl's cock, tightening even more with each forceful ejaculation and chewing on it like mad. Thrilling sensations rushed through Schneider as Marc's flexing ass-guts clutched his manhood, yanked and pulled on it, virtually putting it through the wringer. Karl's body shook as he lost all control. Chest heaving, his panting grew in intensity until he issued a garbled shout and shot his spunk. His cock erupted again and again, dousing the teen's pussy with seminal juices. Marc was stillcumming, matching Karl blast for blast. Karl's orgasm was more intense than any he had experienced before. Drained and light-headed, he fell heavily back into his chair, desperately attempting to catch his breath. Hot damn if it hadn't been incredible!
Although he'd stopped shooting Marc was stroking his big dick with one hand and fingering his asshole with the other, right there on the Chief's desk and in front of his wondrous eyes. Was there ever enough for this boy? And then Karl remembered when he was that age, how he could have kept on going fuck after fuck. Figuring he might as well accommodate, Karl managed to shout out, "Alright, you all can get your asses on in here!"
In a flash the door burst open and five of the town's police force tumbled into the office. "Well, what the fuck you waiting for?" Chief asked authoritatively. "It's all warmed up for you. Show this boy why they call us the finest in blue."
They rushed forward, Dobson in the lead. He quickly snatched Marc up under the armpits, spun him around to face him, unzipped and shoved his already hard cock up his well-primed pussy. Trent got atop the desk, positioned himself over Marc's face, thrust his stiffie into his mouth and proceeded to ravage his throat. The others stood around the desk, stroking their beef and awaiting their turn.
While all this action was taking place in front of him Karl reached for his phone and speed-dialed a familiar number. After three rings it was answered by Samuel Brock, Warden at nearby Stonehedge Prison who, at the moment, had his favorite inmate Ric Morelli down on his knees before him sucking his dick.
"Sam, I got a young one here you're sure to be interested in," Schneider told his long-time friend. "Just got through fucking him and my men are on him right now. Best fuck I've had in years."
Brock kicked a confused Morelli away. "How old?"
"Eighteen," Schneider replied, "Cute as fuck. Basketball player here on the home team. A pussy like one you never felt before. The kid don't stop. I just fucked the cum out of him and he's already fucking and sucking two of my best officers."
"What did you pick him up for?" Brock inquired, already knowing he was highly interested.
"Soliciting," Schneider replied. Snickering into the phone, he conspiratorially added, "I think he could do with a night in lock up. Maybe in a ward with your sex offenders."
Schneider was playing Brock's tune. Sure, he'd take the boy here. Let the wolves in sex block C loose on him. But not before Brock got some for himself.
"I'll arrange for transport," Brock told him. "Have him ready for me."
"Give us about an hour," Schneider said, "My men should be done with him by then." Dobson looked like he was already going to shoot.
"Copy that," Brock replied, excitement building in him. He always enjoyed a new fish. "And thanks, buddy."
"Any time, Brock," Schneider replied. "Just one thing. He doesn't get hurt. I know the kid's father."
Soon as he'd hung up with the derelict Warden Schneider leaned back, one foot on the desk and the other thrown across an armrest and lit himself a cigar while he watched his two most-trusted officers have their way with the insatiable teen. He stroked his manly cock which, to his amazement, hadn't softened. Just as Dobson got his nut and Goddard climbed aboard to take his place Karl placed another call.
"Buck! Karl Schneider here. No, no major problem. Want to let you know we've got your son here in, ahem, custody. No need for you to come down. We've got everything under control. Just a little incident down at the train station, that's all. No, no charges. But he's going to be late getting home. Very late. Don't worry. He's in good---hands. We'll drop him off at home when we're---done with him. Don't wait up. Alright, Buck, nice talking to you. See you around."
Karl disconnected just as Trent was blowing his wad in Marc's pretty mouth. The kid was slurping up the load as if he was famished. Trent got off the bawdy boy and Officer Parkins attempted to move into his place but was cock blocked by Schneider. The Chief rose majestically from his perch, grasped Marc by the sides of his head, yanked it down over the side of the desk and proceeded to brutally fuck his mouth. He knew what was going on in this office was only child's play compared to what awaited the teen at Stonehedge. Warden Brock was a sick, sadistic bastard who enjoyed despoiling young flesh. While he wouldn't harm Marc by the time the boy left the old prison he'd know he'd been used. Brock loved to fuck a boy silly and then set the worst of his inmates loose on him. When those hard-up sex offenders got a look at Marc they'd be like rabid dogs over a piece of raw meat.
It was appropriate punishment for engaging in sex in public places.