Glory Hole Cop
by Barton Lewis


CHAPTER ONE 

His morning hard-on grated against the bathroom sink as he sleepily brushed 
his teeth. He had been dreaming about yesterday's experience with a young 
man with a knapsack at the bus station. The large stiff cock in the young 
man's hand remained in his memory, and what could have been a really hot 
blow-job. 

Mark and Dick had been sitting in the waiting room, casually glancing 
through a newspaper. Mark caught the dark eye of the young man across the 
room, and got a wink in return. Then the man went to the men's room, Dick 
and Mark exchanged glances, and Mark casually sauntered into the men's room 
after him. The man was standing at the center urinal of the long row, taking 
a leak. Mark stood two urinals away and took out his cock. He glanced over 
at the young man and could see a rather large, soft cock held loosely. As 
Mark stared, the man dropped his hand so Mark could see the entire prick. It 
was thick, and, as Mark watched, started to rise as the urine stream tapered 
off. Mark caressed his own prick and it started to rise in response. He 
continued his masturbatory motion, and soon the big cock was at full staff. 

The young man looked back and gasped at the size of Mark's cock. Fully nine 
inches of thick muscle protruded stiffly from Mark's fly, and black pubic 
hairs also peeked out around the base. Mark gently caressed his cock, but 
did not hide it from view. 

The young man abruptly removed the knapsack from his shoulders without 
putting his cock away. Apparently he wanted to give full attention to the 
huge cock being offered to him. His long brown hair fell over his shoulders, 
and he brushed it back, one hand remaining on his rigid prick. 

At that point Dick had walked in. The young man hastily hid his boner from 
Dick's view, but Dick smiled reassuringly and walked to the urinal on the 
other side of the man. He took out his own cock and began to stroke it. The 
response was slower, but soon he showed a thick, hard cock almost as large 
as Mark's, and was playing with it openly. The young man relaxed and leaned 
back from the urinal, showing himself plainly, convinced that both the men 
were available and safe. 

He looked from one cock to the other, but decided on Mark. He moved to the 
urinal directly beside Mark's. Dick merely smiled and nodded. Mark, as 
usual, maintained a bland expression. 

The young man watched Mark caress his cock for a few minutes and then 
tentatively, slowly reached out with one hand. Mark turned toward him 
slightly, and the hand grasped the rigid prick firmly. He ignored Dick, 
concentrating on the delicious cock Mark had made available. 

Dick watched the action for a moment, smiling at Mark. Mark tried to keep 
his face blank, but the young man's hand was exciting him and he tensed in 
pleasure. He couldn't help noticing Dick's big cock, also obviously excited. 
The cockhead was much thicker than the shaft, and looked deep pink, as if it 
might cum soon. 

Reluctantly and surreptitiously, Dick returned his erection to his pants as 
the young man slowly dropped to his knees in front of Mark. Just as the 
young mouth reached the broad cockhead, Dick pulled out his wallet, showing 
the police badge. 

He growled, "You're under arrest!" 

The young man stopped in his descent down the thick cockshaft, startled. He 
whirled around to see Dick with his badge in his hand. 

"What? I thought...?" He glanced up at Mark, who was replacing his cock in 
his pants with considerable difficulty. The hot mouth had felt awfully good 
for that brief moment. 

"That's right, buddy, you're under arrest for lewd behavior," Mark stated 
flatly, looking sternly down at the boy still kneeling in front of him. 

"You guys are both cops?" the boy asked unbelievingly, shaking his head. 
Both Dick and Mark nodded silently. The boy, still stunned, rose to his 
feet, his face drawn and pale. 

"I guess it was just too good to be true," he sighed. 

Dick put the handcuffs on him while Mark recited his rights to the young 
man. The fellow was silent. 

As they started to leave the john, Mark whispered to Dick, "Better zip up 
your fly." His erection was still obvious, as was Mark's. 

Dick grinned sheepishly, zipped up, and grabbed the dropped knapsack. They 
took the young man to the station. 

The moment of the warm mouth swallowing his aroused cock stayed with him as 
he shaved carefully around his luxuriant black mustache which he had grown 
to go with his assignment to the vice squad. The sergeant thought it made 
him look sexier, and it did contrast well with his olive skin and the wavy 
black hair which now grew longer on his neck. Mark Fellows thought back to 
the day in the shower at the police station when he noticed Captain Grimes 
looking him over, especially staring at his heavy cock hanging over the big 
balls and the thick nest of black hair in his groin. Mark had just turned 
twenty-five, and had been on the force three years. But this was the first 
time the captain had shown any particular interest in him. 

"Drop in my office tomorrow morning before going on duty," the captain had 
said as Mark was drying off in front of his locker. 

"Sure, Captain. What's it about?" Mark was curious. 

"I'll tell you tomorrow," the captain growled and walked out of the locker 
room. 

The next morning the captain explained. 

"You probably know we have a pretty active vice squad. Have you ever thought 
of joining it?" he began. 

"No," Mark said slowly, "not really." 

"Well, we have to change the staff frequently because their faces become 
known and the pros just fade away when a known vice officer shows up. If 
you're interested, I think you could fit in. You're young and attractive and 
unknown in those circles, I suppose. Are you married?" 

Mark was suddenly uncomfortable. "My wife and I are getting a divorce." 

The captain looked closely at him, but continued. 

"The hours may be irregular at times, and some wives don't like the idea of 
their husbands playing around, even to trap criminals. But the pay is 
higher, and you usually wear plainclothes, which some men seem to like. You 
would start out on the homosexual detail. Does that idea bother you?" 

"Well, I guess not. It's illegal, isn't it?" 

"That's right, and this city seems to be bursting with queers," Grimes 
snarled, his face getting red. "I consider it my personal duty to find every 
one of them and lock'em up!" His voice rose shrilly. "The lousy, degenerate, 
cocksucking bastards..." The captain began to pace up and down the office 
agitatedly. 

Then he suddenly turned to stare at Mark accusingly. 

"You're not queer, are you?" he barked. 

Mark was startled. "No, no," he croaked. 

The captain continued to stare at him for a moment and then turned away, 
mollified. 

"I had to ask, you know. You're handsome, and I could see in the shower 
yesterday that you've got a big cock -- ah -- and that seems to be what 
these filthy queers want. You know they will want to suck your cock, and 
even -- get you to stick it in their asses, don't you?" He still paced 
excitedly, one hand scratching at his balls repeatedly. "Of course you don't 
have to do those things -- you arrest them before it ever goes that far. You 
understand that!" he finished on a roar. 

"Yes, of course!" Mark responded. He really didn't understand why the 
captain was getting so excited. 

"All right. Report to Sergeant Roberts. He will give you your assignment. 
You will be relieved of your regular duties starting tomorrow," the captain 
growled. He was beginning to calm down. 

"Yes, sir," Mark had said, and escaped. 

And that had been his introduction to the vice squad. He liked it fairly 
well -- at least it was better than pounding a beat, although he was 
becoming more emotionally involved than he thought he would. Maybe it was 
because of the divorce and the fact that he was always alone now. 

Richard Roberts had filled him in with the details of the operation. Dick 
had been on the vice squad for several years, and it seemed to be his only 
interest. But he was too well known to be a primary decoy in some places 
now, and needed assistance from the young, handsome officers for that duty. 
Roberts was only thirty-two years old and still handsome, but the sprinkling 
of gray in his hair and the expanding paunch he carried around limited his 
attraction, especially for those interested in the young, virile types. 

Mark's duties were to observe homosexual activity or attract the men to make 
an advance toward him, and then signal Roberts to come in for the arrest. 
The rule was that two officers were to be present under most conditions, 
although that rule was frequently broken. If Mark could arrange for the man 
to make an advance in front of Roberts, that was best for the court, but it 
was not absolutely necessary. The judge would take the word of one officer 
over the testimony of the accused every time, anyway. All Mark had to say 
was that the man had proposed having sex with him, and the judge 
automatically found the accused man guilty of L & L -- lewd and lascivious. 
Rarely did the matter come to a jury trial; the accused generally wanted to 
avoid publicity. 

Dick Roberts knew all the spots to find cruising homosexuals, it seemed. He 
took great pride in his knowledge of ways of trapping them at their own 
game, but sometimes Mark had to admit that the evidence did not really 
support the court's verdicts. Sometimes Dick invented some details to round 
out the story. While this concerned Mark, it was obvious these guys were 
homosexual, so maybe it didn't matter that the man hadn't actually made the 
full approach that they testified to in court. If they had waited long 
enough, he probably would have. 

At first it bothered him that they frequently arranged observation points to 
obtain their evidence; they could peek through special holes that the 
homosexuals were not aware of. But they were criminals, weren't they? 
Roberts and the captain insisted that any method was fair when dealing with 
such criminals. 

After an active day, Mark went home frustrated. He had frequently developed 
several hard-ons during the day to attract the gay men, but never received 
satisfaction. Sometimes their gentle hands caressed his cock for a few 
moments before he pulled out his badge and arrested them. He came to live 
for those few moments. If Dick Roberts were not with him, sometimes he 
allowed them to stroke his stiff cock for several minutes. At night he would 
masturbate to the memory. 

As he pulled on his casual pants, his prick still protruded, demanding 
attention. 

"Save your energy," Mark mumbled at the stubborn muscle. "Some guy out there 
is just aching to take you on. You'll get your chance -- never fear." 

CHAPTER TWO 

The men's room at the Drew Hotel was an old standby for finding cocksuckers. 
Although it was notorious among the locals, the transients who stayed there 
for a night or two did not know that the police had a surveillance hole in 
the ceiling and regularly spied on the men below. They did nothing about the 
glory hole between the two booths, since it was necessary to be able to 
catch the men having sex through it. 

Dick had decided that this morning would be a good time to stake out the 
Drew men's room, since there were some conventioneers in town and there 
would probably be some unsuspecting tourists using the well-known glory 
hole. 

Mark met Dick in the hotel coffee shop and they ate a roll and had another 
cup of coffee before starting work. They checked out their walkie-talkies, 
which were working properly. The restaurant was busy with the convention 
guests. Dick amused himself by speculating who was gay in the crowd and 
which ones they might pick up in the john downstairs. With some exceptions, 
Mark found it difficult to identify the gay ones in the crowd. In general 
they looked just like everyone else to him. But Dick thought he could spot 
them, and only laughed when someone used the old cliche, "It takes one to 
know one." 

Finally they made their way to the men's room. They both entered and 
urinated at the urinals which were around the corner from the door. It was 
possible for someone to enter, stand near the door without being seen from 
the urinal and booth section, and receive a signal as part of the operation. 

While urinating, Mark noticed two pairs of feet under the doors of the 
booths on both sides of the glory hole. He nodded at Dick, and after washing 
their hands, Dick hid around the corner. Mark left, holding the noisy door 
open for a moment as if both men had left together. Then he walked to the 
storeroom next to the john, opened it with his special key, and crept in. 
This room was next to the urinal and stall section of the men's room and had 
a high ceiling. Mark did not turn on the light but used a pocket flashlight. 
He quietly climbed a ladder to a loft above the john where there was a 
ventilation grating. By lying on the floor of the loft, he could see 
directly down on the two stalls in question. 

The two men were still there, sitting on the stools. Mark knew one of them. 
He was a local man whom Mark had arrested several weeks before in the same 
spot. He was a librarian, Mark remembered, about forty-five and not at all 
attractive. Perhaps that's why he liked glory holes, thought Mark. 
Frequently the men involved never saw each other's faces. 

The other man was a stranger to Mark. He was young, in his early twenties, 
and dressed in a stylish suit, probably one of the conventioneers. His pants 
were down to the floor now, his hairy legs spread, and he was stroking a 
very stiff, slim cock as he leaned back against the toilet tank. The older 
man was peering through the glory hole, watching the hand action and playing 
with himself, although Mark could not see his cock. 

Apparently both thought that Dick and Mark had left the john. Dick remained 
hidden and completely silent in the outer room. 

The older man put his finger through the glory hole and signaled the young 
man that it was safe to put his cock through the hole. The young man hunched 
forward immediately -- apparently he was pretty hot -- and the older man 
dropped to his knees in front of the hole. Mark could then see that he was 
massaging a thick, hard cock which was not very long but dribbled pre-cum 
fluid on the floor as he watched the young man stand to approach the hole. 

Still with his pants on the floor, the young man tentatively inserted his 
rigid cock halfway through the hole. The librarian immediately seized on it 
with his mouth, licking the cockhead as he jerked his own prick. 

Mark's cock was then as hard as those of the men he was watching. He rolled 
carefully to one side and took out his huge prick, which jerked with 
excitement in his hand. He began to stroke it roughly as he watched the 
cocksucker on his knees. 

Apparently the librarian's treatment felt good; suddenly the boy shoved his 
cock all the way through the hole into the sucking mouth. Mark could hear 
the moans of appreciation from both men as they gave and received. Mark 
could understand why the young man would enjoy it, but he didn't understand 
why a man would like to suck another man's cock. Apparently it was exciting 
the sucker as much as it did the suckee! 

Mark's hand was jerking rapidly now. The young man's head was thrown back in 
rapture, and he seemed to be looking almost directly at Mark peering through 
the vent above him. But he could not see Mark in his hiding place -- his 
eyes were glazed with his involvement in the blow-job he was receiving. Mark 
could almost feel the hot mouth on his throbbing prick. 

Suddenly the young man pulled back to rest a moment. He wanted to prolong 
the thrill. He gently stroked his dripping cock with both hands and cupped 
his balls, watching the older man's face at the hole, his tongue licking his 
lips, panting for more of the long, hard cock. 

The young man leaned back against the wall of the stall, his hand sliding 
over the cockshaft and the wet, spongy cockhead. His legs were spread as 
wide as his pants would allow, and his knees bent as his orgasm approached. 
His hairy legs were trembling with excitement. A grin started on his face, 
but it became a grimace as he felt the flood preparing. Mark also felt his 
climax coming, identifying totally with the young man. 

Suddenly his prey lunged forward, shoving his cock through the glory hole. 
He was an instant too late, for his first spurt of thick cum struck the 
cocksucker in the face and dribbled down his nose and chin. But the older 
man ignored it and sucked in the shooting prick deep in his throat. Mark 
spurted his own cum on the floor beside him as the man below filled the 
cocksucker's avid mouth with jism. The older man started spurting on the 
floor between his knees as he received the tasty load. 

Mark spurted jet after jet into the floor, but suddenly realized he had 
forgotten his real purpose. He fumbled for his radio transmitter and gave 
one push on the button. That activated a quiet click in Dick's receiver, 
signaling him that it was time to break up the party. 

Dick stole in quietly as the men continued to cum. He yanked open both 
doors, whose locks had long since failed to function properly, in time to 
see the young man pressing ecstatically against the wall as the older man 
sucked his spurting prick. 

Both men were shocked by Dick's unexpected appearance. 

"You're both under arrest," Dick roared, showing his badge. 

Mark had identified so strongly with the young man, cuming at the same time, 
that he could almost feel his shock. He gave his cock a final squeeze, and 
then scrambled down from his vantage point, putting his softening cock away, 
and joining Dick in the men's room to assist in the arrest. 

By the time he arrived in the john, both men were adjusting their clothing, 
looking crestfallen and angry. Dick recited their rights to them and told 
them what they were accused of. The puddle of cum was still on the floor in 
the older man's stall, and his face was still streaked with the young man's 
jizz. 

"Wipe your face," Mark commanded. Dick chuckled as he realized what had 
happened. 

"Pretty anxious, weren't you, kid?" he sneered. The young man merely glared 
at him. 

They handcuffed the two men and marched them upstairs into the lobby. The 
room was crowded, and many stared curiously at the group, all in civilian 
clothes but two men obviously in custody. Coming from the men's room, it was 
obvious what had happened. 

Mark and Dick shoved them into the back seat of the unmarked police car at 
the curb near the entrance to the hotel. Mark drove as Dick tried to get the 
arrested men into conversation. Sometimes they could get a confession from 
the man which they could use in court. 

"Why does a young, handsome guy like you hang around a smelly john to get a 
blow-job when he could be out with a pretty girl?" 

The young man was still very angry and blurted out, "A hot mouth is better 
than a sloppy cunt anytime, pig!" 

Dick chuckled, since he had trapped him into an admission, or at least it 
would be presented that way when he testified in court. 

"Haven't I seen you before?" he asked the older man. 

The librarian only grunted, but would say nothing. 

Mark said, "We arrested him at the hotel several weeks ago, at the same 
place. He is out on bail. I guess he hasn't come to trial yet." 

"Oh, yeah," Dick remembered. "You get pretty good stuff there?" he tried 
again. But the older man was wise to the trick and would say nothing. 

Dick gave up and started talking to Mark about the cute blond he had made 
out with the night before. He described all the intimate details of her body 
and how much she moved for him in bed. It seemed to Mark that he was 
directing his comments more to the arrested men in back than to him, showing 
how much of a "real" man he was. 

Mark responded only enough to be polite. He felt better after his orgasm, 
but was still in a bad mood. Then they arrived at the station and booked the 
men for L & L. By the time they had finished typing up the report, it was 
lunchtime. 

They ate lunch together in a cafeteria near the station. Dick again started 
discussing the blond of the previous night, but Mark interrupted. 

"Does your wife know about this?" He was becoming bored by all the details 
of Dick's love life. 

Dick winked. "She thought I was out on assignment last night. I fucked her 
this morning before I came to work, so she is happy, I guess." Then he 
changed the subject. 

"How about going fishing some weekend?" he proposed. "We could take some 
sleeping bags and spend most of Saturday and Sunday at a trout stream. What 
do you say?" 

Mark gave him a non-committal answer. He would really prefer to get away 
from Dick on his time off. But he was lonely, and it might be a nice change. 

"It gets pretty cold in the mountains at night. We might want to zip the 
sleeping bags together to keep warm," Dick mentioned casually. 

Mark stared at him for a moment and then looked away. The job must be 
getting to him! For a moment he had the feeling that Dick was making a 
sexual advance! But that couldn't be. Dick was straight! 

"My ex-wife always told me I was difficult to sleep with, tossing around all 
night. Putting the bags together might not be a good idea for you," he 
finally said. 

"Oh, that's all right. It might be fun." Dick had dismissed the problem as 
being of no consequence. Again Mark had the feeling that he wanted more than 
to fish for the weekend. 

"By the way," Dick said casually as they rose to leave, "I've got to take my 
wife to the doctor this afternoon. She thinks she might be pregnant again. 
Why don't you check out the john in the park about three or four o'clock 
this afternoon by yourself? There might be some action out there." 

CHAPTER THREE 

And so about three-thirty, Mark parked his unmarked car under a tree to 
shade it, checked his shoulder holster under his jacket, and strolled across 
the lawn to the park's men's room. No one was there when he walked in, so he 
settled himself on the stool in one of the booths. In the wall separating 
the two booths was a glory hole which looked like it was used regularly. 
There were crusted cum drips on the wall under the hole, and pictures drawn 
on the wall with a felt pen. 

Although the floor wasn't very clean, he pushed his corduroy pants all the 
way down so that his muscular, hairy legs were completely revealed. The 
queers liked his legs, he knew from experience, but they especially liked 
the heavy balls hanging from an unusually hairy groin, and the thick cock 
which even now was rising slightly. Sometimes he unbuttoned his shirt so 
they could see his flat belly and hairy chest with its black hair. 

Mark amused himself by reading the graffiti. Some of it was slightly clever, 
but most were attempts to attract guys with big cocks to come there for 
blow-jobs. Sometimes Mark made dates by writing on the wall; if the guy 
showed up, Mark arrested him. There were pleas to make dates, and even more 
proposals to have three-ways. 

It was nearly four o'clock before anyone entered the john. He immediately 
went into the booth next to Mark. Mark got a glimpse of a Levi's-clad leg as 
it passed the glory hole, but didn't want to peer through or appear too 
curious. Several minutes went by after the man settled himself on the 
neighboring toilet, but nothing happened. Finally Mark became curious and 
bent forward so he could see part of the booth through the hole. 

He could see two muscular legs covered with fine, blond hair and Levi's down 
to the floor. He leaned forward more and then could see a relatively small 
hand fondling a very stiff seven-inch cock rising from a nest of curly blond 
hair. Mark could not help noticing how beautifully the blond curls set off 
the pink cockshaft and the darker cockhead. There was no hair on the hand. 

As he watched, the man spread his legs and cupped his balls in his other 
hand. They were large and close to the base of the cock. The man made no 
move otherwise, although it was almost certain he was aware of Mark's 
observation. 

Mark continued to watch the fondling of the stiff prick, and his own rose, 
hard and demanding, as he watched. Since the man made no move, Mark leaned 
back and began to stroke his own erection. His huge cock set in the black 
curly hair was in distinct contrast to the blond next door, especially since 
the hair grew up his belly so profusely. 

Then Mark noticed parts of a face visible at the hole; the man was watching 
him play with his cock. He could see only one blue eye and part of a nose, 
but he pretended not to see anything, seemingly content to play with himself 
alone. He was waiting for a signal to put his cock through the hole, but 
none came. Then the face disappeared, and several minutes passed silently. 

Finally Mark could stand it no longer, and he bent forward again to see what 
the man was doing. He was still sitting quietly, slowly stroking his pink 
cock which looked even bigger now. Mark did not attempt to see the face, 
preferring to keep the situation anonymous at this point. 

As he watched, the figure moved forward on the toilet -- and leaned back. 
Mark could see a hairless asscrack and big balls kissing the muscular 
thighs. The prick stood straight up, the fingertips caressing it gently. The 
man's belly muscles were clearly outlined, and the chest was hairless except 
for some fine blond hairs around the nipples. Mark could not see higher from 
his view point. 

Mark's cock began to throb as he watched the slim hand move up and down. 
Mark had to stop his stroking to prevent having an orgasm at that moment. 
What was the guy waiting for? Why didn't he signal Mark? There was no choice 
but to sit back and wait for the expected approach. 

The blue eye appeared at the hole again for a moment and then disappeared. 
There was movement in the booth, but nothing appeared at the hole. After a 
couple of minutes of silence, Mark again leaned forward to check out the 
action. 

He was startled to see the nude body of the man leaning against the wall of 
the booth directly opposite the glory hole. He stood there with knees bent, 
his thigh and calf muscles tense, one hand stroking the prominent prick and 
the other fondling his big balls. The blond curls framed the hand action. 
Still Mark did not look upward toward the face, but he was fascinated by the 
lusty sexual picture the masculine body presented. Mark's cock again jerked 
in his hand. 

He stood up in his booth and imitated the other man, leaning back against 
the wall and fondling himself. He spread his shirt wide to expose his chest. 
He could not actually stroke his cock because he was too close to orgasm. He 
had already moved his holster toward the back so it could not be seen from 
the other booth. 

The bright blue eye appeared again at the hole, and he heard a gasp from the 
other booth. But the face remained at the hole for only a minute and then 
was withdrawn. Again there was silence. 

Mark gritted his teeth. Please! Please signal me so we can stop this! I 
can't hold back much longer! Still no signal. His knees were trembling with 
excitement. 

Desperate now, Mark finally lunged forward and shoved his cock through the 
hole! Immediately a small, soft hand grasped the cock warmly and began to 
caress it. The hand was so gentle that Mark was aroused even more. His cock 
was now exposed and he could control it no longer. 

With no interruption, he felt a warm mouth replace the hand on his prick! 
The tongue began to lave the cockhead and then caress the underside as the 
mouth descended all the way down. Mark began to tremble, his knees rattling 
against the wall. He had no control! He shoved against the wall, needing 
that hot mouth to take it all! 

When the cock was lodged deep in the warm throat, he felt the throat muscles 
grip his cock and then relax, and then the lips were slowly withdrawn to the 
cockhead. Here the lips and tongue concentrated, nibbling and teasing the 
sensitive spot under the cockhead. Mark could do nothing but lean heavily 
against the wall. He completely forgot his purpose for being there. His 
entire being was centered in his stiff prick and the excruciating 
stimulation it was receiving. 

Then the mouth dived all the way down again and Mark responded 
automatically. He lunged forward and began to spurt thick jets of cum into 
the welcoming mouth! He groaned loudly but did not hear himself. His brain 
was spinning from the ecstatic orgasm. The warm mouth increased its suction 
and moved rapidly up and down the cockshaft, taking all the throbbing prick 
would deliver. 

Mark hung onto the top of the booth wall with both hands and shoved against 
it, completely at the mercy of the cocksucker. With each delicious spurt, he 
groaned his joy. His cum flooded the sucking mouth and still it continued, 
as if it had been stored for too long and now at last was being released 
under pressure. Not a drop was wasted -- the man swallowed as rapidly as it 
flowed. 

Finally the spurts began to diminish, but Mark still hung on. He had to 
prolong the ecstasy as long as possible! The mouth continued to suck, hoping 
for more. With the last dribble, Mark regained some strength in his legs and 
could stand again. His knees began to function, but he was breathless from 
the experience. 

Suddenly he remembered his purpose! He had to arrest the man, even though he 
had given him an unforgettable experience -- the greatest orgasm of his 
life! 

Mark snapped upright, pulled his cock back, and without even drying it, 
pulled up his pants and stuffed it in with some difficulty. He closed his 
shirt and moved his gun back in place. He opened the door of his booth and 
yanked open the door of the next booth, neither of which had locks. 

The cocksucker was a boy! A blond, curly-haired boy, whose bright blue eyes 
had looked at him through the hole, now stood in the booth with his stiff 
cock in his hand, a startled expression on his face from Mark's sudden 
entry. His face was masculine, but beardless because of his age. His lips 
were full and still had traces of Mark's cum on them. His chest and 
shoulders were broad for his age, and were unadorned with hair except the 
fine down around the nipples. The pink cock was at least eight inches long 
and thick with a deep red head, apparently close to orgasm. 

Mark was startled by the boy's appearance and drew his gun from its holster, 
pointing it at the boy. 

"You're under arrest!" he finally stammered. 

The blue eyes darted from Mark's stern face to the gun and back to the face. 
The eyes grew blank and glazed, and he jerked his big cock once, twice, and 
then spurted cum the entire length of the booth, some of it striking Mark's 
shoes! It was obvious that Mark's appearance had been more sexually exciting 
than frightening, since he continued to jerk his jetting cock as spurt after 
spurt splattered on the floor. 

Mark was thoroughly shaken. He was pointing a gun at this cocksucker and he 
had the nerve to cum in front of him! He was all policeman now and he was 
not being respected! He forgot their intimacy of only a moment before. But 
still he couldn't help noticing the man-sized cock in the blond curls, the 
creamy skin with muscles rippling under it. He stood stock still until the 
spurts slowed and the hand stopped its spastic jerking. 

Then the boy began to sag and he looked at his quieting prick. He gave it 
one last squeeze and a few drops of jism emerged. The youthful face cleared 
and he looked into Mark's eyes questioningly, innocently. 

"What did you say?" he asked, still somewhat dazed. 

"I said, 'You're under arrest! Don't you know that it is illegal to suck 
cock or even masturbate in public?'" 

"Public? In the booth here? You seemed to like my mouth on you, didn't you?" 
The boy seemed so innocent and logical. 

"That makes no difference. I'm going to have to take you down to the 
station. How old are you?" Mark asked gruffly. 

The boy told him, answering slowly. He didn't seem to understand the power 
Mark had over him. 

"I'll take you to Juvenile, and we'll call your parents from there." Mark 
started to put handcuffs on the boy, but decided against it. He seemed like 
a quiet kid who wouldn't try to run away. "Pull up your pants and come 
along!" 

The boy obeyed slowly, still confused. 

"What's your name?" 

"Teddy Conrad -- what's yours?" the boy answered, still trying to be 
friendly. 

"I'm Officer Fellows -- Mark Fellows -- and you are under arrest for lewd 
and lascivious behavior. Do you understand what that means?" 

"No, sir," Teddy responded with wide eyes, those startling blue eyes set in 
the handsome blond face. 

"They'll explain all about it at Juvenile Hall. Come along now!" 

The boy quietly followed him to the police car and they drove to the 
juvenile center, where a fatherly social worker was called in. 

"Where do you live? What is your home phone number?" 

"I live at 432 Oak Street, but my mother isn't home from work yet. My father 
is dead," Teddy said softly. 

"The usual -- a single parent, kid alone after school..." muttered the 
social worker. 

"What time does your mother get home?" Mark inquired roughly. He realized 
vaguely that he was more emotionally involved in this case than usual. 

"About 5:30," Teddy answered. 

"I'll go by there at 5:30 and tell her the story. Will he be released to his 
mother tonight?" he asked the officer. 

"No. We will have to run a check on the family situation, and in the 
meantime he stays here. You can tell her to bring some clothes down for him 
if you want to." 

Teddy looked bewildered and Mark could see that he was at last becoming 
frightened. 

"You mean I can't go home now?" 

"Not until we've done some investigation." 

"You'll stay here tonight, anyway." 

They led Teddy away and the door locked shut behind him. 

"Why do you cops have to bring these kids in like this?" the social worker 
complained. "Haven't they got enough troubles?" 

Mark bristled. "He propositioned me! How was I to know he was only a kid? I 
couldn't see him through the glory hole!" 

The social worker looked tired and depressed. 

"Oh, another one of those spy jobs, eh?" 

"Look, what he did was illegal, no matter how old he is. That's my job, 
see?" Mark realized that he was defending himself too much, but the social 
worker made him angry. 

"Yeah, yeah -- I know," sighed the older man, and followed Teddy to the 
lock-up. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

After stopping by Teddy's home near the park, he slowly drove home and had a 
lonely dinner. His mind was even more confused now that he was free to 
think. He couldn't forget the innocent look on the boy's face when he 
arrested him, and the same frightened, innocent look on his mother's face 
when he had told her the news. He also couldn't forget how great Teddy's hot 
mouth had felt when the boy had sucked his cum. Every time he remembered it, 
his cock rose stiffly. He tried to watch TV, but could not concentrate. He 
had to stop thinking about it! That was one of the first lessons taught in 
the police academy -- don't become emotionally involved with your cases! 

But that didn't help much when he went to bed. He tried to think of other 
things, but his stiff prick kept reminding him of the joy he had felt that 
afternoon. Finally he gave up and started to fondle his throbbing cock. 

He used both hands, one on the cockshaft and the other rubbing the broad 
cockhead. The huge cock throbbed in his hands. Mark was stretched out nude, 
his legs spread, his balls resting on the sheet. He closed his eyes, 
remembering how Teddy looked as he leaned back against the booth wall, his 
knees bent, the fine golden hair sprinkled over his muscular legs, the curly 
blond bush in his groin, so like the wavy hair of the boy's mother. 

Mark caressed his cock as he had seen Teddy do that afternoon. His hands 
worked swiftly now. His balls were churning in their sac. 

Mark groaned with excitement, his eyes tightly closed. Images of Teddy 
flooded his mind. Teddy's hand moved swiftly on his stiff cock, and then the 
white cum boiled to the surface! Mark thrust his hips up sharply as he had 
done through the glory hole, and the first spurt of cum landed on his chin. 

"Teddy!" he cried, as his prick gushed over his chest and belly, covering 
his hand. The slippery fingers could not take the place of Teddy's mouth, 
but it was the only available substitute. His brain did the rest. When his 
climax passed, he was dripping with cum from the violence of the orgasm -- 
his third that day. 

When he could breathe regularly again, he rose and showered. Then he could 
sleep, but before dozing off, he decided to avoid contact with Teddy for his 
own peace of mind. 

Mark immersed himself in his work even more. He fought to keep images of 
Teddy out of his mind as he observed male sex in other spots he and Dick 
haunted. He avoided going back to the park alone. But at night, in bed, he 
could not erase the memories, and jerked off regularly with Teddy's silky 
hair and masculine body in mind. 

He was growing irritable and was more harsh with the men that he and Dick 
arrested, as if that would reverse the feelings he harbored for Teddy. Even 
Dick commented on it one day, but praised him for becoming more realistic in 
handling the dirty criminals. 

Mark did drop in at the Conrad house about two weeks later, since he had 
promised to do so. Teddy was there, but merely looked at him soberly and 
silently. He did not seem to accuse Mark, but was confused and uncertain how 
to react to him. 

Sometimes the boy's gaze rested momentarily on Mark's bulging crotch, and 
Mark had to cross his legs to hide the expansion that occurred as he 
recalled their meeting in the park. He completely forgot his resolve to 
avoid future contact. 

"Look," Mark said when Teddy was about to return to his studies, "I have 
tomorrow afternoon off. Would you like me to pick you up at school and look 
after you until your mother gets home?" 

Teddy looked solemnly at Mark. "I guess so," he said slowly. Mark wondered 
what was going through his mind. He began to blush from his own thoughts. 

"Then that's settled. I'll pick you up at school at three o'clock." 

"Yes, sir," Teddy responded slowly, then went back to his room. 

It was department policy that the officers wear their uniforms when 
testifying in court. Since Mark had testified earlier that day, he was in 
uniform when he picked up Teddy at school. Teddy looked him over carefully 
but said nothing. He stared out the window as Mark drove somewhat aimlessly. 

"What would you like to do, Teddy?" 

Teddy looked at him in his serious, innocent way and shrugged. "Whatever you 
want, sir," he said quietly. 

"Uh -- I used to collect stamps when I was your age. Would you like to see 
the collection?" he finally suggested. 

"You mean at your place?" Teddy asked. Mark nodded, looking straight ahead. 

"OK, I guess so." Teddy resumed his staring out the window. They drove the 
rest of the way in silence. 

Teddy looked around Mark's apartment curiously. It wasn't as neat and clean 
as his own home, but it was masculine. 

"Where's your wife?" he asked bluntly. 

"I don't have a wife," Mark said shortly. Teddy nodded. 

"I see," he said quietly. 

Mark dug out the albums of stamps which were covered with dust. He hadn't 
looked at them for years, but he needed something to interest Teddy. He 
spread them out on the coffee table. 

At first Teddy showed only polite interest, but gradually became more 
absorbed as Mark explained the history of some of the stamps. Teddy slid to 
the floor, his legs under the table and unconsciously resting his back 
against Mark's leg. Mark's cock immediately came to life from this casual 
touch. He had difficulty controlling his voice as he went on explaining 
details. Teddy was serious as usual, looking up from time to time and asking 
intelligent questions. 

With an attempt to seem natural, Mark swung his leg over Teddy's head so the 
boy was sitting between his legs as they bent over head to head, looking at 
the stamps. Mark edged forward until his hard prick encountered Teddy's 
shoulder. Teddy gave a little start, understanding what was happening but 
saying nothing. 

Eventually the conversation dwindled. The stamps were not the important 
subject. Mark pressed his stiff cock against the boy's shoulder and Teddy 
pressed back but made no other move. Mark's prick was demanding attention, 
as evidenced by the jerking which both could feel. Mark could also see that 
Teddy was excited and made no effort to hide his bulging basket. 

Mark groaned. He was torn between his need for Teddy and his intellect which 
told him that what he was doing was against his code. Teddy looked up 
questioningly for a moment, and then dropped his eyes back to the stamp 
album. 

"What's the matter?" he finally asked softly. 

Without answering, Mark gently placed his hand on the boy's head, running 
his fingers through he soft, blond hair. He had wanted to do that ever since 
he first saw the boy, he realized now. Even his masturbation fantasies had 
involved the silky golden curls. 

Teddy sat silently, not responding. 

Gradually Mark increased the pressure on his head, slowly directing it 
toward his aching crotch. Teddy did not resist but did not take the 
initiative. Finally Mark turned the boy's head so that the lips were pressed 
against his bulging crotch. 

Mark groaned, "Oh, please, Teddy..." 

"Yes, sir?" Teddy responded, still passive. 

"Please -- please! Suck my cock, Teddy!" 

"Will you arrest me again if I do?" Teddy inquired solemnly. 

"No, no! Please, Teddy! Suck it! Please!" the words were wrenched from him, 
agonizingly frustrated. 

Teddy's eyes looked up to study him. He didn't really understand why the man 
was so upset by something he considered natural. But he saw an aroused man 
in a police uniform, and that was very exciting to him. 

He placed his lips on the huge bulge in the pants and blew his hot breath 
through the material. Mark shuddered and spread his legs. Teddy began to 
bite the bulge tenderly, wetting the material as Mark squirmed. 

Abruptly Mark ripped open the zipper fly and with difficulty extracted his 
stiff, throbbing prick. Teddy stared at the huge cock so close to his face, 
taking in every detail of the beautiful prick -- the red cockhead leaking 
pre-cum fluid, the prominent veins coursing the straight, thick cockshaft. 
It was one of the most beautiful things in the world to Teddy. It was fully 
nine inches long. Protruding from the uniform pants, it was especially 
exciting. Still he made no move. 

Mark grew impatient. He pushed the blond head down on the cock, and Teddy's 
mouth opened to take in the spongy cockhead. He twisted around to give full 
attention to the demanding tool. First he licked around the ridge and Mark 
groaned again. Then he nibbled gently and Mark thrust forward, demanding 
more. 

Finally, his tongue moving constantly, Teddy slowly worked his way down the 
thick cockshaft. When it was all the way into his throat, he stopped, but 
continued to swirl his tongue enticingly. 

Mark moaned and collapsed on the couch, pushing his crotch toward Teddy, his 
senses reeling. Again he was at the mercy of that hot mouth that set him on 
fire. Teddy moved his mouth up the cock and then back down. Each movement 
brought an answering moan and thrust. The gun holster caught on the couch 
material, and Mark unconsciously freed it. 

"Oh, yes, suck it, Teddy! Suck me!" he pleaded. 

Teddy increased the speed of his plunging head and ran his hands up the 
spread legs, feeling the strong cloth that added to his excitement. He 
fumbled at Mark's waist, but the belt was heavy with a complicated buckle. 

Mark obligingly and quickly unfastened the buckle and waist of the trousers, 
and Teddy spread the fly wide. He fished out the heavy balls, eliciting a 
fresh groan from the trembling man. Teddy began to lick the ball sac as he 
stroked the wet cockshaft and smoothed his hand over the throbbing cockhead. 

Mark shoved the curly head down hard against his balls. Teddy sucked them 
into his mouth, one at a time. Mark groaned with joy. 

"Your hot mouth on my hot balls, Teddy -- suck me all over, Teddy -- your 
lapping tongue thrills me..." 

Mark's eyes were closed. Teddy gazed up at the policeman who was excitedly 
pushing the boy's head into the uniform crotch. His own cock was thrusting 
hard against his Levi's, but he ignored it. 

Teddy stopped for a moment and said, "Please, sir, take out your gun." 

Mark's eyes popped open and he stared at the boy. 

"My gun?" he asked, confused. 

"Hold it against my head as I suck your big prick," Teddy begged, his hand 
continuing to caress the wet cock of the quivering policeman. 

Mark did not understand the request, but he was a slave to the cocksucking 
boy. He drew his gun, making sure the safety was on. Teddy stared at the gun 
for a moment and then brought it to his face. He licked the end of the 
barrel as if it were a cockhead, and then pressed the cold steel against his 
cheek. Then he returned to Mark's cock, still pressing the gun to his face. 

This was very confusing to Mark, but the hot mouth on his throbbing prick 
pushed everything from his mind except the excruciating pleasure. 

Although Mark did not notice, Teddy extracted his stiff cock from his pants 
and stroked it with one hand as he fondled the policeman's balls with the 
other and sucked up and down on the huge cockshaft. Mark spread his legs 
still further and straightened them out under the table. His entire body was 
aflame with the action on his cock, and he pushed the silky head down hard 
on his cock, shoving the head deep into the throat. The hand holding the gun 
dropped slowly, but Teddy brought the weapon back to his face. 

Mark groaned and twisted, thrusting against the hot mouth that was taking 
his entire cock. Teddy increased his sucking tempo, realizing that the man 
was close to climax. Mark's balls pulled up hard against the base of the 
huge cock. 

"Suck it deep, Teddy," he moaned. "Take it all -- my stiff prick in your hot 
mouth..." 

Mark felt his climax surge first in his toes, but it rapidly moved up his 
legs, and they began to tremble violently. Then his balls exploded, forcing 
their jism through the long cockshaft into Teddy's hungry mouth. As the 
first spurt arrived, Teddy pressed the gun hard against his cheek to enjoy 
fully the policeman's orgasm. The thick, sweet cum spurted into his mouth 
and he swallowed happily. He squeezed the firm balls, the source of the 
jism. At the same time, his own cock began jetting on the floor, completely 
unattended. 

"Take it! Take my cum, cocksucker!" Mark groaned loudly, pushing down on the 
plunging head. Teddy took it, spurt after spurt of precious cum. The 
metallic odor of the gun near his nose increased the joy of receiving the 
man's jizz. 

Teddy moaned around the throbbing prick, his own orgasm shaking his body. 
The policeman's hand forcing his head down on the pulsing prick was 
especially satisfying to him. 

"Your hot mouth sucking my cum -- take it, you cocksucker..." 

Mark shoved harder as the last dribbles of cum were deposited in the willing 
mouth. Then he collapsed on the couch and the gun slipped from his shaking 
hand to the floor. His mind was a blank. 

Teddy knelt at his feet, Mark's softening cock all the way into his throat, 
his own orgasm now receding. There was complete silence except for their 
heavy breathing. 

Then Mark's brain began to stir. He sat up and abruptly pushed Teddy away 
from his cock, which then hung limply out of the uniform fly. Teddy looked 
up at him worshipfully. Mark was disturbed by the intense look. 

What have I done? his brain said silently. I allowed this boy, this juvenile 
cocksucker, to blow me! Me, a policeman in uniform, in my own home! 

He rose abruptly, put his cock back in his pants, refusing to return Teddy's 
imploring gaze. His foot touched his forgotten gun on the floor, and he 
scooped it up to return it to its holster. 

"It's time to take you home. Your mother should be there by now," he 
muttered. 

Teddy sighed, disappointed that Mark could not return any of the intimate 
feeling he had experienced. He rose and returned his cock to his Levi's. 

"I'm sorry, I-I couldn't help it. Do you have a towel or something?" he said 
hesitantly. 

Mark stared at the boy. "Why do you need a towel?" he asked gruffly. 

"I couldn't help it, I -- came on the floor." 

Mark stared for a moment at the small pool of fluid on the carpeting, then 
abruptly turned, brought a towel from the bathroom, and silently held it out 
to Teddy. The boy carefully gathered the cum into the towel and handed it to 
Mark. Gingerly, Mark took the towel between his thumb and one finger and 
threw it into the laundry hamper in the bathroom. 

They drove to Teddy's house in complete silence. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Mark appeared in Juvenile Court the following week to testify against Teddy. 
He avoided looking at Teddy and his mother, except when required to do so to 
identify Teddy as the defendant. He then related in a flat, unexpressive 
voice that Teddy had indicated his desire to suck his cock, whereupon Mark 
had arrested him. 

He could feel Teddy's accusing eyes boring into his face as he made the 
oversimplified statement, but Mark kept his face blank and businesslike. 

Teddy's mother wept quietly during his testimony. 

When Mark was excused, he left the room. He did not want to be there when a 
decision was reached. He read in the report sheet the next day that Teddy 
had not been called to the stand, but had been sentenced to six months in a 
juvenile home -- a reformatory -- about fifty miles away in the country. The 
sentence could be extended, depending on the boy's success at 
"rehabilitation" during the six months. The social service report indicated 
that one of the main problems was a lack of a father in the house. The 
sentence was to begin immediately. 

Mark tried to rationalize his own actions. After all, the boy was a 
criminal, wasn't he? All cocksuckers should be in jail, shouldn't they? He 
had only done his job as a police officer, and that was the important thing. 
He was not responsible for the law -- his only responsibility was to enforce 
it. 

He was becoming more aggressive and sullen in his job. He took pleasure, it 
seemed, in bringing the criminals to justice, and he lost his reluctance to 
arrange his testimony to fit the requirements of the law. Dick Roberts 
approved. 

"Some day you may head up this vice squad, if you're interested," he said 
squeezing Mark's shoulder repeatedly. "That big cock of yours gets them 
every time," he chuckled. 

Mark was operating more and more alone, and his sexual excitement was 
becoming more and more troublesome. Every night he masturbated at least 
once, but each time it was Teddy's face, golden hair and full lips that his 
mind conjured up to make his orgasm satisfying. A few times, Mark allowed 
the queer to take his load before arresting him. It satisfied him for the 
moment, but not the way Teddy had. He lost his fear of participating to the 
extent of climax, since the criminal's word would not be accepted in court 
anyway. 

More and more he ached for the magic mouth of the blond boy. Sometimes when 
he was masturbating, it seemed that the fine blond hair was caressing his 
fingers softly as the soft lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. It was 
too much to ask to expect him to avoid Teddy totally. 

The following Saturday afternoon he drove to the home and asked to see 
Teddy. 

"Are you a relative?" he was asked by the gate attendant. 

"No, I'm the arresting officer, but have taken an interest in him and his 
home situation." Mark showed his badge. 

"Oh, I see. That's very commendable. You'll find him in Cottage C." 

Mark drove through the gates to Cottage C. He knocked on the door, and it 
was opened by a man in his forties wearing a wrinkled green uniform. 

"Yes?" 

"I would like to visit Teddy Conrad." Mark stated. 

"Are you a relative?" 

Mark explained again that he had been the arresting officer. 

The man looked Mark over curiously. 

"I don't think we've ever had a visit from the arresting officer before. Do 
you think he wants to see you?" 

"I'm pretty sure he does." 

"Well, I'll ask him," the officer said reluctantly, and walked through 
another door into the cottage proper. A few minutes later he returned with 
Teddy, who gave Mark his usual solemn look but said quietly, "Hello." 

"You can go outside if you wish," the man said, so Mark and Teddy walked 
into the garden. 

Mark tried to get Teddy to talk about his routine at the home, but Teddy 
seemed reluctant to talk. He showed Mark the gardens they tended, and 
pointed out the school buildings. 

"Would you like to walk over to those woods?" Mark finally suggested. 

"OK," Teddy responded without enthusiasm. 

They walked silently toward the dense woods which were part of the home 
property. 

Suddenly Teddy said, "You didn't wear your uniform." 

"No, should I?" 

"Well -- you look good in it," Teddy finally replied. 

After a few minutes, Mark asked, "How do you like your counselor?" 

"Mr. Graves? Oh, he's OK." There was a pause. 

"He's like you, I guess," Teddy continued after another pause. 

"What do you mean?" Mark asked curiously. "Oh, nothing." Teddy was still 
reluctant to talk. For a few minutes they walked the path through the woods 
in silence. 

"What do you mean, like me?" Mark insisted. 

"Well, he's an officer, although he doesn't wear a gun." 

"Is that all?" 

"Well, he likes -- the boys to be friendly -- and so forth," Teddy spoke 
haltingly. 

"What do you mean? Can you give me an example?" 

"You want to hear what happens?" 

"Yes, sure I do." 

Again there were several moments of silence. 

"Take last night, for instance. Mr. Graves doesn't get along with his wife 
very well. We can hear them arguing sometimes, since they live in the same 
building, you know?" Mark nodded. 

"But Mr. Graves likes this one boy in the cottage, Bernie. He's bigger than 
most of us, and sometimes Mr. Graves takes him into the office for special 
-- counseling and then he locks the door." Teddy fell silent. 

"Yes, go on," Mark urged, beginning to suspect what was to come. 

"Well, last night I wanted to see Mr. Graves, and I didn't know he had 
Bernie in the office. I guess they forgot to lock the door. So I walked into 
the office." 

"Yes, yes, go on." 

"I really didn't mean to interrupt, but the door was unlocked and I didn't 
know -- anyway, Mr. Graves and Bernie were lying on the couch completely 
nude. Bernie had Mr. Graves' cock in his mouth and Mr. Graves had Bernie's 
cock in his mouth and they were sucking each other really hard, you know." 

Mark gulped, his own cock beginning to harden. 

"Bernie's got a real big cock, bigger'n mine, and Mr. Graves has got a 
pretty big one too. But when I walked in, I guess it surprised them. Mr. 
Graves got all red in the face and yelled at me to shut the door. But I was 
already in the office, so with the door shut I was there with them. Mr. 
Graves stared at me for a minute and looked at my crotch, 'cause I guess I 
was getting a hard-on, you know?" 

Mark knew very well, since it was happening to him. 

"Bernie was just lying there, grinning at me and playing with his big prick. 
Mr. Graves told me to lock the door, and then he beckoned me over to him. He 
began to feel my cock in my pants, and it felt awfully good after these 
weeks..." Teddy gulped and then continued. 

"Then he unfastened my pants and pulled them down. My cock jumped up as soon 
as the pants were down, and he grabbed it hard. 'That's a damn nice prick 
you got there, Teddy,' he said, and started to play with it. Bernie also 
looked interested, and moved around so he could play with my balls. It felt 
really good." 

"Then Mr. Graves took my cock in his mouth and began to suck it. Boy, was it 
great! He's very good at it, and could take it all down to my balls! And 
then Bernie began to lick my ball sac, and the both of them sucking me 
really got me hot!" 

Mark was just as hot. They had come to a small clearing where some trees had 
been cut down. Mark sat down on one of the stumps and Teddy sat on another 
one. 

"So what happened then?" Mark asked breathlessly. 

"Well, Bernie lay down on the floor and Mr. Graves knelt over him so Bernie 
could lick his ass. This made Mr. Graves..." 

"Lick his ass!" Mark gasped. 

"Sure, it's great, didn't you know?" 

Mark shook his head silently, as Teddy continued the narrative. 

"So Mr. Graves is sucking my cock while Bernie is eating his ass. I guess he 
got awfully hot, Mr. Graves, I mean, 'cause he suddenly stopped and told 
Bernie to fuck him. So Bernie swung around so his cock was under Mr. Graves' 
ass, and Mr. Graves sat down on it slowly, since Bernie's cock is so big. He 
kept my prick in his mouth as he was getting into position, but he wasn't 
really sucking it." 

"He shoved the boy's big cock up his ass?" Mark was shocked again. 

"Sure. I guess you've never done that, but that is good, too. And Bernie 
started jerking Mr. Graves' cock. Bernie was lying between my legs, see, and 
I could see him playing with Mr. Graves and see Bernie's cock going into Mr. 
Graves' ass. That got me really excited, almost as much as you..." Teddy 
broke off. 

Mark flushed, but the scene he envisioned made him ignore his embarrassment. 
"Go on, Teddy," he choked. He could see that Teddy was aroused again by 
reliving the experience. His erection stood out sharply in the pants he was 
required to wear. Mark tried to adjust the stiff cock in his own pants for 
more comfort. 

"Mr. Graves started moving up and down on Bernie's cock and kind of moaning, 
but my cock was in his mouth and he couldn't say much. Bernie was also 
pretty happy and started saying things like, 'My hot cock in your tight ass' 
and things like that. And he kept staring at Mr. Graves' cock that he was 
jerking. 'Give me your hot cum,' he kept begging. I guess he was hoping to 
swallow his cum when Mr. Graves was ready." 

"I couldn't stand still by this time, 'cause Mr. Graves is such a good 
cocksucker. I started sort of pushing in and out of his mouth as he was 
going up and down on Bernie's prick. Mr. Graves put his hands on my ass and 
started pulling me toward him. He was pretty excited, with a cock up his ass 
and another one in his mouth. Anyway, the up and down movements with the in 
and out movements really got me going and I couldn't hold back. I started to 
cum in his mouth, and I guess I groaned and shoved hard into him, and this 
set Bernie off. He started to shoot in Mr. Graves' ass and moaning, 'Hot cum 
in hot ass', and so forth. I just kept pumping my jism into Mr. Graves' 
sucking mouth." 

"I guess Bernie's big prick jerking and shooting in his ass set off Mr. 
Graves, 'cause he started spurting cum all over Bernie's belly and chest. 
Bernie kept jerking it hard, but none of the cum reached his lips. It ran 
down over his hand which was soon dripping with creamy jism." 

Mark could stand it no longer. He took out his rigid cock and began to jerk 
it wildly. Teddy stared at the thick cock but made no move for it. He 
continued the story after a moment's pause. 

"By this time I had stopped cumming, but Mr. Graves held my cock in his 
mouth, bouncing up and down, until he finally stopped cumming himself. Then 
he pulled away and sort of sagged, with Bernie's prick still up his ass. 
Bernie hadn't got any cum yet, so he licked Mr. Graves' load off his hand 
and scooped it up from his belly and chest so he could have it all. Mr. 
Graves just closed his eyes, looking pretty happy." 

Teddy paused for a moment, watching Mark jerking his cock. 

"And that's why I say Mr. Graves is like you." 

CHAPTER SIX 

Mark's aching balls and throbbing prick caused him to ignore the 
significance of Teddy's comment. 

"Teddy, come here and suck this! I need your hot mouth, Teddy! Please!" Mark 
demanded. 

Teddy did not move to obey immediately. Instead he took out his own cock and 
began to stroke it while watching Mark masturbating. He stood directly in 
front of the policeman, watching solemnly. 

"Will you suck me like Mr. Graves did?" he asked softly. 

Mark groaned. "I'm not a cocksucker! I can't do that! Please, Teddy, blow 
me!" He was becoming more and more anxious for the soft, full lips to close 
over his cock and give him that exquisite thrill that only Teddy could give. 

Teddy moved closer, never taking his eyes from Mark's huge prick. He jerked 
his own cock slowly, as if hypnotized by the jerking hand and prick. 

"Please, Teddy!" Mark pleaded. 

"Will you jerk me off then?" Teddy persisted. 

"Yes, yes, anything, but please suck my hot prick before I lose my mind!" 
Mark groaned desperately. 

Teddy moved close so Mark could reach his cock, but did not lower his head. 
Mark realized that he would not suck him until Mark took the boy's cock in 
his hand. The stiff cock was only inches away, and was moist from pre-cum 
juice on the tip. 

Hesitantly, Mark took the boy's prick in his hand. It was velvet-smooth and 
rigid, but the soft skin moved easily. This was the first cock other than 
his own that he had ever held; his own prick lurched with sudden excitement 
from the thrilling contact. And as he grasped it and moved his hand slowly, 
Teddy's entire body tensed in response. The boy's eyes closed for a moment 
as if to fix the sensation in memory. 

Mark had stopped his own manipulation as he fondled the boy. His huge cock 
jerked and throbbed in the air. 

Teddy's eyes opened and he gazed at the thick prick. He licked his lips and 
bent to take it in. As he engulfed the cockhead, Mark groaned and stiffened. 
As Teddy worked his way down the cockshaft, Mark gripped the boy's cock 
fiercely and began to jerk it rapidly. 

"Oh, yes, Teddy! Take my cock! Suck it! Suck it hard!" 

Teddy sucked hard. The man's hand on his cock further excited him. He cupped 
Mark's balls and rode up and down on the thick cockshaft, loving the 
smoothness and stiffness and throbbing of the prick in his mouth. 

"Suck my balls now! Take them into your hot mouth!" 

Teddy shifted his attention to the big, heavy balls hanging low. He sucked 
each one into his mouth and lapped it gently before releasing it and 
replacing it with the other one. 

Unconsciously, Mark also shifted to Teddy's balls, fondling them between his 
fingers. The boy's balls were smaller than his own but felt full and tense. 
Mark could almost feel the boy's excitement and impending release. 

Teddy began to stroke the wet cock as he sucked the balls. This brought 
another groan from Mark. 

"Teddy, I'm going to cum!" 

Teddy immediately abandoned the tightening balls and dove down hard on 
Mark's throbbing prick, not wanting to miss a drop of cum. 

"Yes, suck me hard now! I'm going to shoot in your mouth! Suck it -- suck it 
-- ahhhhhh!" 

Teddy took the first spurt deep in his throat and choked, but swallowed 
quickly and took the rest without mishap. The huge cock gushed into his 
suctioning mouth, Mark groaning with every spurt. 

In his excitement, Mark gripped Teddy's cock fiercely to the point of pain. 
Suddenly the cock jerked and spurted cum over his clenched hand while the 
man gushed into Teddy's mouth. The warm sticky jizz further excited Mark and 
Teddy moaned and hummed with joy as he took the hot load. The pain increased 
the thrill of orgasm -- an added stimulation. 

As Mark's climax started to recede and he again became aware of his 
surroundings, he realized that he had jerked off the boy. He abruptly 
withdrew his hand as Teddy took the last dribbles of the man's cum. Mark sat 
up, pushing Teddy away. 

Teddy's sad eyes bored into Mark's. He needed intimacy, but he was rejected. 
Mark ignored the pleading eyes. He shook his hand, trying to dislodge the 
clinging cum. Silently Teddy handed Mark his handkerchief. Mark wiped his 
hand distastefully and threw the handkerchief down. 

He avoided the boy's eyes. He stood up, put his softening cock back in his 
pants, and said gruffly: "It's time we were getting back." 

Teddy silently adjusted his clothing and they walked back toward the home 
without conversation. When they were almost there, Teddy asked softly, "Will 
you visit me again?" 

"Yes, I guess so," Mark grunted, stony-faced. 

Mr. Graves was in the office when they returned. 

"Well, did you have a nice walk?" he asked. Mark thought he detected a note 
of sarcasm. 

"Yes, it was fine," Mark responded shortly. Teddy was silent as usual. 

"I will probably see you next week, then," Mark said to Teddy. 

"All the boys like to have visitors," Mr. Graves said dryly. 

Mark said his goodbyes and left to drive back to the city. All they way home 
he fought with himself. His need for Teddy was becoming stronger, but his 
mind resisted. He wasn't queer, he kept saying to himself. And yet he had 
thrilled to touch the boy's hard cock with the velvet skin, and Teddy's full 
red lips around his cock brought him to heights of ecstasy he could find 
nowhere else. He had to stop seeing him, and yet he was drawn back again and 
again by an irresistible force. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

On the following Saturday Mark drove to the village near the home and rented 
a motel room. He left his overnight bag in the room, which was just off the 
swimming pool. There were few guests at the motel, it seemed. 

He showed his badge at the gate of the Home Grounds and they allowed him to 
drive to Cottage C. Mr. Graves was in the office. 

"Back again, eh?" 

"Yes, is Teddy here?" Mark responded coldly. 

"Oh, yes, he's around, and is expecting you, I think." He did not offer to 
bring Teddy in. 

"Is it OK to take Teddy out of the confines of the home for the afternoon? I 
will be responsible for him, of course." 

Mr. Graves looked curiously at the police officer and a leer came over his 
face. 

"We're not hospitable enough for you?" 

"I just think it would be good for him to get away for a while," Mark said, 
thoroughly irritated by the man's bureaucratic manner and knowing attitude. 

"Just because you're a policeman, you think you can bend the rules?" 

"Is it against the rules?" Mark demanded. 

Mr. Graves grunted. "It's left up to our discretion." 

There was a moment of silence. Gradually it occurred to Mark that he was 
tacitly suggesting a bribe. Mark became angry. 

"Maybe I should talk to Bernie as well while I am here," Mark said with a 
matching sneer on his face. 

Mr. Graves stared at Mark, the color draining from his face. 

"You know Bernie?" he gulped. 

"Not really, but I know quite a lot about him," Mark responded confidently. 

Mr. Graves' expression became sullen. Had Teddy reported what was going on 
in the dormitory? Reluctantly he decided not to antagonize Mark. 

"Well, I suppose it will be all right to take Teddy outside for the 
afternoon. Will you still want to see Bernie?" 

"I guess that won't be necessary," Mark replied with a smirk. 

The counselor's face was dripping with perspiration. With relief he walked 
into the next room and returned with Teddy. 

"Mr. Graves said it would be OK if we left the home for the afternoon," Mark 
said to Teddy after their hellos. "Do you have a bathing suit? I thought we 
might go for a swim." 

"Oh, sure!" Teddy was enthusiastic. "I'll get it," and he dashed back into 
the dormitory. 

Mr. Graves smiled his weak sneer until Teddy returned. Then he wrote a note 
for Mark to show at the gate, and Mark and Teddy departed. Mark was in a 
hurry to reach the motel. 

"How has Mr. Graves been treating you?" Mark asked. 

"He's OK. He seems friendlier now." 

"Now?" 

Teddy hesitated. "We had sex twice this week, and he gives me two desserts 
sometimes and kind of pats my head when the other guys aren't looking." 

Mark's teeth clenched. That bastard could have Teddy any time he wanted him, 
but Mark had to jack off! 

"Of course we have plenty of sex anyway, with or without Mr. Graves." 

"We? Who's we?" Mark asked. 

"The rest of the guys in the dorm." 

"You boys have sex together, too?" Mark gasped, almost driving off the road. 

"Sure. Some of the guys don't know much about it yet, but they are learning. 
They all like to play with Bernie 'cause he's got such a big cock, but last 
night we finally got Roger's pants off, and he's even bigger than Bernie!" 

Mark was becoming aroused. "But what do you do -- jack each other off?" 

"Well, sometimes, but last night Bernie came sneaking over to my bunk after 
lights out and we were playing with each other, sort of stroking and jerking 
slowly, you know? And then little George comes over and wants to play. He's 
just starting to get pubic hair and his cock isn't very big, but he is sure 
sexy for a little kid. His little hands are so soft and kind of awkward, but 
somehow that makes it more exciting when he strokes both Bernie and me. His 
head is right down next to my cock, and I can feel his hot breath. But then 
Bernie decided to try something new." 

"'Have you ever seen Roger in the shower?' Bernie says, and I say no, 'cause 
Roger always seems to wait until nobody's around to take a shower." 

"Then George says, 'I did just yesterday.' I guess Roger thought George was 
too young to matter. 'He's got more than even you guys,' he added." 

"Bigger than Bernie's?" I asked, and Roger insisted. 

"'Let's sneak over and take a look,' Bernie suggested, so we quietly tiptoed 
over to his bunk and gently stripped down the blanket. Roger was asleep, but 
he had a hard-on in his pajamas, a big boner stretching the pants up tight." 

"I motioned for the other guys to keep quiet, and very slowly and gently I 
unfastened his pajama bottoms and spread the fly. George had a tiny 
flashlight, and we all knelt on the floor, trying to hold our breaths so as 
not to wake Roger up. Roger's a real solid and muscular guy, really 
athletic, and seemed pretty tired out from playing baseball or something." 

"Anyway, I finally got my hand on that stiff cock, and was it big and thick! 
Almost as big as yours! At first I was afraid to really grip it, but Roger 
didn't move or wake up, so I slowly eased it out from the loose pants. We 
all gulped as George shone his light on that throbbing prick." 

Mark was very aroused, and began sweating. 

"Bernie wanted to hold it, and there was room for both our hands on the long 
cock. We didn't dare stroke him, but just held that hot cock in our hands 
like a baseball bat. And then George put his hand over the shiny knob which 
was beginning to throb and expand even more." 

"All of a sudden a deep moan comes from Roger, who we thought was asleep. 
'Now that you got it out, isn't one of you going to suck it?'" 

"For a minute we all three just stared at him. George's flashlight shook, 
but we could see one eye open and looking at us from Roger's pillow. Then we 
all three bumped our heads as we dove to take that big cock in our mouths. 
Bernie and I finally let George get first crack at it, 'cause he's the 
youngest, but after a while we gently urged him up. He could only take the 
cockhead and a little of the shaft, and that wasn't going to be enough for 
Roger! So Bernie gobbled it up as George and I watched, jerking our cocks." 

"Roger raised up on his elbows to watch the three of us. I could see him 
looking at Bernie's stiff prick with particular interest. Bernie was bending 
over the bed and stroking his cock as he sucked, and he sometimes just 
caressed Roger's long cock with his fingertips. Bernie dove down hard and 
took that entire thick prick into his throat and stayed down. Roger 
stiffened with that sucking pressure and finally grabbed Bernie's cock in 
his excitement. He pulled the hard cock in a rough fist calloused from 
working the garden. He began to jerk it back and forth and moaning from the 
hot mouth." 

"After a minute Bernie raised up to get a breath and Roger pulled him over, 
taking his cock into his mouth. This was a real surprise, 'cause Roger never 
showed any signs of liking cock before. But he sure took to it fast! He 
latched onto the big, spongy cockhead and then took the whole thing 
gradually as we watched." 

One of Mark's hands was on the wheel; the other was rubbing his crotch. 

"But in the meantime, his big beautiful cock was waving in the air, and I 
was getting pretty hungry for it. By this time some of the other guys had 
woke up and were gathering around the bunk to get into the action. I bent 
over and took that thick prick in my mouth; it was still moist from Bernie's 
saliva, and it throbbed in my mouth. Just then somebody gulped down my cock 
-- I think it was Jeff but I'm not sure. He's getting pretty good at 
sucking. He sat on the floor between my legs and sucked me as I was bending 
over the bed sucking Roger." 

"Roger's got real big balls, too. There isn't any hair on the ball sac, but 
I could fondle them as I worked my way down that thick cockshaft. Pretty 
soon my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his cockhead was deep in my 
throat. That cock was really juicy and hot, almost jumping out of my mouth 
every time I raised up to lick the head." 

"Georgie put his face down next to mine so he could see the thick prick 
going in and out of my mouth. That really turns him on. I moved up a little 
so he could lick the ball sac. I could feel him jerking his own cock wildly 
against my leg. By this time the bunk was surrounded with guys jerking off, 
although some were sucking those hot cocks. I couldn't see much with so much 
cock to suck. Jeff was getting me pretty close to coming also. Somebody was 
feeling around my ass and then put his finger in. That really got me going! 
All the guys were groaning and gasping, hot and horny." 

"Roger started to jerk his hips and twitch his legs, and I knew it wouldn't 
be long. Bernie was really shoving his big cock in Roger's face and Roger 
was taking it like a man. And then his whole body began to twist and turn 
and he began to groan, although his mouth was full of stiff cock. Everybody 
started getting close to climax, I could tell, including me. But Bernie got 
there first." 

"'Ahhhh!' he moaned and thrust deep into Roger's throat. Roger choked and 
sputtered with that first load, but then began to spurt his own into my 
mouth! It was hot and sweet and creamy, and I had trouble taking it all. 
Every spurt was strong, like Roger had been waiting for that blow-job for a 
long time, and I guess he had. He jerked upward, nearly choking me with that 
huge cock and the thick cum." 

"A couple more of the guys arrived then, I guess, 'cause I heard loud 
moaning. And then Georgie stiffened and moaned too, and I could feel his cum 
squirting on my leg! His first cum! Boy, was he happy! And that brought me 
off. I squirted into Jeff's hot mouth and he gurgled happily, pulling me to 
him and sucking it all down. I was really flying with the thick cock 
spurting into my mouth, my own cock coming into Jeff, and Georgie's jizz 
dribbling down my leg, to say nothing of the other guys jerking off." 

"I looked up and it seemed like a storm of cum beating down on Roger's 
twisting body. At least six guys were shooting all over his chest and belly 
and one was squirting on his face. He ignored it all, concentrating on 
taking Bernie's big load and giving me his own. I guess Georgie stopped 
coming then, 'cause he began licking up the hot cum as it squirted on Roger 
and getting some on his face as they continued to shoot." 

"Then Bernie started to taper off and so did Roger. I held that thick cock 
in my mouth as it softened, but Bernie bent down and kissed Roger on the 
lips, getting some fresh cum on his face. Roger was startled at first, but 
then began to return the kiss with real affection, it seemed. Then we all 
sort of sagged, bushed from the last few minutes of soaring sex, but really 
happy. Bernie and Roger held their kiss a long time and then were whispering 
together. I guess they are going to be special friends from now on." 

Mark's cock was rock-hard and cramped painfully in his pants. The picture of 
ten or so teenagers sucking cock and jacking off together was enough to 
bring him off in his pants, but he held on. He wanted Teddy's lips around 
his thick cock when it spurted. He nearly held his breath until they arrived 
at the motel. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

As they changed clothes, Mark was nervous. As soon as he could, he dove into 
the pool to cool off. 

Teddy was a good swimmer, and dove down to the bottom of the pool, swimming 
under water easily, showing off for Mark's benefit. They competed to see 
which one could stay under water the longest. Teddy's laughing face and 
gamboling antics pleased Mark. But watching the muscular boy in the bikini 
flashing through the water did not help to soften his cock. It remained 
semi-hard and ready at a moment's notice to come completely to life. 

Mark was floating, trying to regain control, and Teddy was underwater 
somewhere. Suddenly he surfaced between Mark's legs, planted a quick kiss on 
Mark's bulging crotch, and immediately dove under water again. 

Mark was startled and looked around to see if anyone had been watching. The 
pool area was still deserted except for them. Mark dove looking for Teddy 
and began to chase him. Teddy eluded him until Mark trapped him in a corner 
of the pool's deep end. He reached for him but Teddy slipped away. Mark's 
hand closed on the top of the bikini in front, and as Teddy moved away, the 
swim suit was pulled down. Teddy's cock sprang free and it was stiff and 
throbbing. Mark released him immediately. 

They both came to the surface on opposite sides of the pool, staring hard at 
each other. Mark's cock was fully erect by then. 

"I -- guess we should rest for a while," Mark said quietly. 

Teddy grinned broadly at him. "Yes, let's go to the room for a while," he 
suggested playfully. They both climbed from the pool and dried themselves at 
the edge. Both erections were plainly in evidence, and they looked at each 
other hungrily, naked lust in their eyes. 

Mark fumbled with the key in the door, but finally they were in. Both 
immediately stripped off their wet suits and dried their crotches, watching 
each other, their hard cocks bobbing in the air. Then the towels were 
dropped and they stood staring. 

For the first time, Teddy initiated their lovemaking. He slowly walked over 
to Mark, dropped to his knees at his feet, and began to trail his moist 
tongue up and down along the sides of the huge cock. Mark groaned and 
grasped the boy's head, the silky blond curls soft to his rough fingers. 
Teddy's tongue set him on fire and his whole body began to tremble. Then 
Teddy began to stroke the moist cock with both hands as he licked the ball 
sac, looking up at Mark with that worshipful gaze that so excited Mark. 

"Teddy," he said softly. 

Teddy stopped licking for a moment. "Yes, sir?" 

"I brought my uniform along." 

Teddy's eye lit up. "Great! Would you put it on, please?" 

Mark took the uniform from the overnight bag. He donned the shirt but left 
it unbuttoned. He put on the pants but did not fasten the belt or fly. His 
stiff prick protruded from the fly. He turned for Teddy's inspection. 

Teddy stared at him, entranced. He fondled his stiff cock, looking at Mark 
with devotion in his eyes. 

"The gun, too," he whispered. 

Mark strapped on the gun in its holster. Teddy's hand rhythm increased, his 
cock dripping with excitement. Then he walked to Mark and dropped to his 
knees again. 

To Mark's surprise, the boy began to lick Mark's bare toes and feet, kissing 
them and murmuring as his tongue intruded between the toes and along the 
sides of the feet. Mark had never experienced this before, and he moaned 
with the thrill of the devoted service. Then Teddy gently raised his foot 
and took all the toes into his mouth, sucking strongly. Mark groaned and 
trembled from joy. Then Teddy did the same with the other foot, his gaze 
directed upward at the uniformed policeman with his gun at his side, whose 
rigid prick was protruding gloriously. Teddy's cock dragged over the 
carpeting, dribbling pre-cum. 

Mark stood completely still as Teddy began to lick the uniform trouser legs, 
sucking the tough material into his mouth and then moving to a new spot 
further up. Eventually he moved to the back and worked his way up to the 
ass. He pushed his face between Mark's asscheeks and blew his hot breath 
through the material. His hands fumbled with the one button holding the 
pants in place, and soon the pants were loose. Keeping the gun belt in 
place, Teddy worked the pants down in back so that Mark's asscheeks were 
completely exposed. 

He kissed and nibbled the firm, muscular buns as Mark moaned. Then he gently 
pushed Mark down to bend at the waist so that the man's asscrack was 
exposed. Teddy licked around the crack in circles, working his way to Mark's 
asshole. When he reached it he kissed and licked the tight opening tenderly. 

"Ughhhh!" Mark groaned. "Oh, God!" he cried as the boy's tongue probed 
deeper. He had never known such excruciating pleasure! The beautiful boy was 
eating his asshole, his most tender place, and his whole body responded. 

Teddy attacked the asshole more vigorously, licking hard and attempting to 
insert his tongue. As he worked, the ass muscles relaxed and he was able to 
push past the puckered ring. Mark groaned loudly, his knees trembling. Teddy 
grasped the policeman's huge, throbbing cock and began to stroke it roughly, 
increasing the delirium. After a moment the prick jerked powerfully. 

Teddy's hand stopped its movement. He was afraid Mark would climax and 
deprive him of the pleasure he desired. Reluctantly he left the tempting 
asshole and moved around to the front. He dove down on the throbbing prick, 
taking almost all of it in his mouth and throat. 

Mark grunted and thrust deep. The hot mouth set his balls to churning. He 
had waited a week for this, and he could barely stand the pleasure now. 
Nothing -- his hand, a queer he was arresting, nothing could compare with 
the ecstasy Teddy could produce with his lips and cheeks and tongue! 

But Teddy had something else in mind. He knew Mark was close to orgasm, so 
he stopped sucking and switched to Mark's balls. Mark grasped the boy's 
head, moving it from ball to ball, caressing the soft hair voluptuously. 

Then Teddy stopped and rose to his feet. Mark looked at him in surprise, but 
Teddy walked to the bed and lay face down, his legs spread widely. 

"Will you fuck me, Mark?" he asked looking back over his shoulder. 

Mark was shocked. "Fuck you? In the ass, you mean?" 

"Yes, please! Please stick your big cock into me with your uniform on!" 

Mark stared in disbelief at the boy, but slowly pulled his pants up around 
his hips, buttoning them and adjusting the gun belt. He looked at Teddy's 
trim ass standing so proudly, and the hairless asshole he was being asked to 
violate. How could his big cock enter that tiny ass? He knew it would be 
very painful for the boy! 

"Are you sure, Teddy?" 

"Oh, yes, please!" Teddy's ass was moving from side to side excitedly. 
"Please, sir, fuck me!" 

Still uncertain, Mark knelt between the boy's spread legs. Teddy deposited 
some saliva in his hand and spread it over his asshole. Then he spread more 
on Mark's throbbing cockhead. The wet hand stroking his cock almost brought 
Mark to his climax. 

"Now push it in, sir. Fuck my ass!" 

Mark could see the puckered opening. He placed the broad cockhead against it 
and pushed gently. Nothing happened. 

"Harder!" demanded Teddy. 

Mark pushed and maintained pressure for a moment. To his amazement the cock 
entered the boy! Teddy moaned and stiffened, then again relaxed, but said 
nothing. 

Mark continued to push steadily and the cock gradually disappeared into the 
boy's smooth asshole. As he advanced, Mark began to feel the warmth of the 
boy's inner core, and it seemed to caress him with velvet fingers. 

"Oh, yes," moaned Teddy happily. "All the way, please!" 

Mark couldn't stop now. He shoved hard, and the entire cock was engulfed by 
the boy's hot ass. Mark's uniform pants grated against the boy's ass as the 
policeman shoved hard against the creamy asscheeks, his mind reeling with 
the intense sensation. Teddy began to twist and move his ass in circles 
around the impaling cock, and Mark almost came from that action alone. The 
gun holster dragged along Teddy's asscheek. 

"Fuck me hard -- please, sir!" Teddy groaned. 

Mark had no choice. He began to thrust violently into the welcoming ass. 
Teddy rose invitingly to meet every thrust. The boy was thrilled with the 
man prick, thrusting in and out. The policeman trembled with lust and joy. 
Teddy could do anything, be anything, that a woman could, but he was still a 
man, or would be when he was a little older. 

"Oh, Teddy, it's so tight, so hot, so smooth..." Mark heard himself say, as 
he pounded his throbbing cock joyfully into the boy. The hot ass channel 
seemed to grasp and release him as he plunged in and out. 

"Do I make you happy?" Teddy grunted between thrusts. 

"I've never -- felt anything so great!" Mark groaned. 

"I -- love your cock in me, sir," Teddy responded as best he could. 

"I'm going to cum Teddy -- cum in your hot ass!" 

The last words were groaned as his orgasm came on like a freight train, 
sweeping everything with it. His entire body was wrenched with joy as his 
balls fired their cum like missiles into the boy's tight, hot ass. 

"Aggghhhhhhh!" Mark shouted, filling the boy full of his cum, his huge cock 
throbbing against the walls of the boy's hot ass. Mark shoved hard, pressing 
the boy into the mattress and the boy's cock into the bed so that it spurted 
its load onto the coverlet. Teddy moaned with joy as he felt the man cumming 
and his own spurts begin. With each thrust, Teddy's smile grew broader. He 
knew he was making Mark happy. The giving and receiving was the most 
pleasurable experience in life to him. 

Mark's orgasm began to wane and he collapsed on Teddy's back, his face 
coming to rest beside Teddy's on the bed. The soft blonde hair tickled his 
cheek as his last dribbles oozed into the boy. The buttons on his shirt made 
marks on Teddy's back, but Teddy could also feel the bristly black chest 
hairs, and the cock still in his ass seemed as big and hard as ever. To be 
under the policeman, feeling the uniformed body stretched out on top of him, 
was supreme joy in itself. 

Teddy turned toward Mark, gasping only inches away. He kissed the cheek 
lovingly, thrilling to the beginnings of an afternoon beard. Mark did not 
react, so Teddy kissed him again. Very faintly Teddy whispered, "I love 
you," in Mark's ear. 

Mark's brain was still reeling. He had never had such an experience, where 
his entire body contrived to bring him to the pinnacle of passion. Even now 
the boy's ass was gripping and caressing his cock, which refused to soften. 
He heard the whispered words only vaguely. 

As his brain righted itself, he abruptly turned away from the boy. He prick 
wanted more but his brain was rejecting it. He had to get free! The boy was 
a devil! He jerked his stiff prick from the warm ass. 

Teddy felt empty. He turned toward Mark, who was staring at his cock as if 
he had never seen it before. Then Mark looked at Teddy, at the soft blond 
hair in his eyes now, the full lips that had whispered those three words. He 
saw love in the blue eyes, love deeper than he had even experienced before. 
They seemed to draw him, hypnotize him -- he had to get away! 

Mark rose abruptly and went to the bathroom. He stood under the pounding 
shower for nearly twenty minutes, trying to calm his mind and get his 
bearings. Gradually his cock grew limp and his breathing returned to normal, 
but he still could not face the obvious profound involvement with the boy. 

Finally he turned off the water and pulled the curtain aside to look 
directly into those haunting blue eyes. Teddy was becoming anxious about 
him. 

"Are you all right?" he asked softly. 

Mark's only defense was coldness. "Of course -- why shouldn't I be?" he 
responded brusquely. 

Teddy sighed and turned away. Obviously Mark had not changed. He could be 
intimate and loving only during sex. Would it always be that way? 

Teddy also showered and, as he dried his body, saw that Mark was already 
dressed in civilian clothes again. 

"We must get back to the home. It will soon be time for your dinner," he 
said gruffly. 

Teddy dressed silently and they returned to the home. 

"Will I see you next weekend?" he asked hopefully. 

"I don't know whether I can make it or not," Mark replied shortly. He 
dropped him off at the gate and returned to the motel. 

He opened the motel room door and stood staring at the room. This was where 
it had happened. There was no sign now except for a wet spot on the coverlet 
where Teddy must have cum while Mark was [missing text]. 

Mark stripped off his clothes and put on his wet swim suit. He dove into the 
pool which now seemed cold. He swam several laps, trying to tire himself, 
free himself of the battle raging in his head. When he was fatigued he 
dragged himself from the pool and dressed for dinner. 

The menu was simple but the food was quite good. The waiter was a young man 
with a mustache who looked the policeman over carefully and appreciatively. 
The young man's pants were a little too tight, and as he walked away from 
the table he added a little extra wiggle to the trim ass. 

Mark almost fled from the dining room. Could the waiter spot him? Could he 
tell that he was interested in sex with men? Did he really look queer? He 
hurried through his meal, avoiding the young man's eyes, and returned to his 
empty room. 

The wet spot in the coverlet was still there, drying around the edges. He 
yanked the spread from the bed and tossed it in a corner. He removed his 
clothes and lay on the blanket, trying to watch TV, but'nothing interested 
him. There was a police show on one channel, but the actors wore their 
uniforms in such a way that he could almost see their cocks bulging in their 
pants. Was everybody queer? 

He switched off the TV and tried to sleep. Immediately his cock reared high, 
the bed reminding him of Teddy, his nude body stretched out for him, his hot 
ass grasping and caressing his stiff cock, his lips whispering, "I love 
you." 

Furious with himself, Mark retrieved the coverlet from the corner and 
masturbated into the spot where Teddy had cum a few hours before. As his cum 
spurted into the spread, Mark groaned, "Teddy!" and watched his jism merge 
with Teddy's. 

Then he fell into a fitful sleep. 

It must have been after midnight when Mark was awakened by a quiet knock on 
his door. He sleepily staggered to the door and opened it. Standing there 
was the waiter from the dining room, apparently finished with work. 

Mark stared at him for a moment in silence. The waiter just looked up at 
Mark with a faint smile. Then Mark turned and walked back to the bed, the 
young man following. The door closed as Mark dropped to the edge of the bed, 
his cock hard, his balls hanging over the edge of the bed. Without 
undressing, the waiter fell to his knees in the dark room and took the 
throbbing cockhead into his mouth. 

Mark lay back with a groan, the hot mouth bringing him to full wakefulness 
immediately. The young man rolled and fondled the pendulous balls as he 
moved down the shaft of the policeman's prick, thrilling to the thickness 
and the commanding stiffness. No words were spoken; none were needed. 

The waiter choked as he tried to stuff the huge cockhead into his spasming 
throat. Again and again he tried to take it all, but it was too much. 
Suddenly Mark raised up and grasped the dark head firmly, shoving it down 
hard on his powerful cock. Again the young man choked, but Mark held him in 
an unyielding grasp. 

Roughly he pushed and pulled the dark head on the stiff staff, fucking the 
young man's face unmercifully. The waiter struggled half-heartedly. While it 
was difficult to breathe, it was also exciting to be used so roughly by the 
handsome, virile policeman with the huge cock. The cock grew still larger 
and its throbbing increased, aroused by the near rape of the young man. 

"You wanted stiff cock -- you're getting stiff cock," Mark gritted, plunging 
deeply into the clenching throat. "Take that prick, you cocksucker -- 
fucking your face, pervert..." 

The waiter struggled to release his own throbbing cock from his pants. 
Finally it was free, but he could do nothing with it. His hands fought the 
rough fists of the policeman who insisted on closing his breathing passage 
with that monster cock. Then he grasped Mark's balls and began to twist 
them, hoping to decrease the force of Mark's attack. Instead it seemed to 
increase the wild threshing and plunging. As he squeezed and twisted the 
balls, Mark increased the speed and strength of his rape. 

"You're going to take cum, you faggot -- flood your throat with man-juice, 
you queer cocksucker bastard..." 

Mark's voice rose to a shout as his first spurt shot powerfully into the 
gasping throat of the kneeling waiter. Again he choked, but this time the 
sweet cum soothed the roughness in his throat. He swallowed thankfully, the 
cum gushing wildly into his avid throat. 

Mark's orgasm didn't last very long, since it was his third of the evening. 
A few good spurts and a couple of smaller ones and that was it. The warm 
mouth held it gently as it softened. 

Abruptly Mark sat up. "Get out," he snapped. 

The young man sprang to his feet, replacing his cock in his pants as he 
walked to the door, and left the room quietly, Mark stared at the closed 
door for a minute, and then rose to fasten the night latch. As he returned 
to the bed, he noticed a small pool of cum on the floor where the waiter had 
knelt. 

CHAPTER NINE 

As Mark drove to work on Monday morning past the Drew Hotel, he noticed 
Dick's unmarked police car outside. The sergeant had not told him what 
assignment they would have that morning. On impulse Mark parked and looked 
into the coffee shop for Dick. He wasn't there. 

Maybe he has decided to stake out the john by himself this time, thought 
Mark, so he walked to the storage room, opened the door quietly, and climbed 
the ladder to the vantage spot above the john, expecting to find Dick 
observing the men below. But no one was there. 

Mark peered through the hole and was surprised to see Dick standing at the 
urinal in the room below. There was no one with him, and Mark was about to 
climb down, thinking he would talk to Dick about the plans for the day. Then 
a man walked into the john and stood at the urinal next to Dick. Mark 
decided to watch, in case his testimony would be needed later. 

Dick was obviously playing with his cock, although Mark could not see it, 
but only his arm moving rhythmically. 

The other man was obviously interested in Dick, or at least in what Dick was 
playing with. He was dressed in a plaid shirt with work shoes -- probably a 
construction worker, Mark decided. But he was about to walk into Dick's 
trap. 

Dick smiled at the man once, and after that his attention was directed to 
the hard cock the man was working up. Dick turned toward him partly and Mark 
could now see the familiar stiff cock with the large, shiny cockhead. Dick 
dropped his hand, allowing his stiff prick to jut toward the man in the 
plaid shirt. 

After a moment, the man slowly reached out and grasped Dick's cock in a 
burly fist, stroking it and massaging the cockhead. Dick stiffened with his 
hand contact, and Mark was about to leave his vantage point to make the 
arrest. However, he could hot enter the john without making noise, because 
of the squeaky door, and that would certainly stop the action. Apparently 
Dick had decided to make the arrest himself, so Mark continued to watch. 

The construction worker was turned toward Dick and a very large, thick cock 
came into Mark's view. The cockshaft was as broad as Mark's, which was 
rising in his pants, but the head was somewhat smaller. 

As Mark watched, Dick extended his hand and began to stroke the man's big 
cock, just as the man was doing for him! Soon they were jerking off each 
other! 

Then Dick grasped the man's heavy balls and rolled them in his fingers. His 
other hand stroked the rigid cock of the construction worker. 

Then the man abruptly grasped Dick's fist, stopping the action. Apparently 
he didn't want to cum yet. Instead, he dropped to one knee and began to suck 
Dick's cock avidly. Surely Dick would arrest him now! But Dick merely leaned 
back, tilting his pelvis toward the sucking mouth. The construction worker 
was good -- he sucked all that long cock into his throat, then rode almost 
all the way up, and then back down all the way. Dick's face wore a happy 
smile. Mark had seen enough. 

He silently climbed down from his vantage point, left the storeroom, and 
approached the john door. He prepared himself for a rapid entrance. 

When he was ready, he burst through the door and around the corner into the 
urinal room. 

He had been too fast for the cocksucker, who was still on one knee and just 
raising his head from Dick's cock as Mark rushed in. Dick looked as startled 
and shocked as the construction worker; both froze in their positions for a 
moment. 

Mark pulled out his badge and snarled, "You're under arrest!" 

The construction worker stared for a moment and then sagged. Slowly he rose 
to his feet, his thick prick still protruding lewdly. 

Dick rapidly recovered. After a moment of confusion, he growled, "That's 
right, cocksucker -- we're policemen and you're under arrest for lewd and 
lascivious!" As he spoke, he replaced his cock in his pants and zipped up 
over the hard bulge. 

The construction worker stared at Dick. "But you -- you were playing with me 
-- you're gay, too!" 

"Nonsense! Put your filthy cock away and come with us!" Dick face was 
flushed but he was confident of his ground. 

Mark put handcuffs on the crestfallen young man. He was trapped and he knew 
it. 

"Look, officer, I have a wife and two kids. Isn't there some other way?" 

"You should have thought about that before you tried to pick me up," Dick 
snarled. The detective pushed him out the door and led him to Dick's police 
car. 

"You had better come with me, Mark. This guy might make some trouble," Dick 
said after the man was locked in the back seat of the car. So Mark left his 
own car where it was and accompanied them to the station. There was no 
trouble, and this time Dick did not try to make conversation with the man. 
There was no need, since Mark would testify as an eyewitness. The 
construction worker slumped in a corner dejectedly. 

They booked the man and retired to the office to make out the report. 

"Uh, Mark -- uh -- were you upstairs watching or did you just happen to come 
in the john?" 

Mark had been expecting this question. He had to protect Dick, so he 
pretended that he had not seen Dick return the man's approach. 

After only a moment of hesitation, Mark answered with a bland face, "No, I 
just happened to see your car at the curb and went to the john to see if 
there was anything to report. I saw him starting to go down on you as I 
walked in. That's all we can report." 

Dick tried to be casual but Mark could see that he was greatly relieved. And 
that's the way the report was written. Dick gave Mark a couple of curious 
looks that morning, but by lunchtime was his old cheerful self. 

They ate lunch together at their usual cafeteria. Dick was extolling the 
virtues of a new bar he had discovered which supposedly had a good crop of 
girls hanging around. Mark interrupted the tale. 

"By the way, Dick, you've been talking about going fishing some weekend. How 
about this coming weekend? I have nothing planned so far," Mark suggested. 

Dick stared at him for a moment, attempting to figure an angle, if there was 
one. Then he said, stammering a little, "Sure! Great! I know just the place 
-- a good trout stream miles from anybody. We can drive there Saturday 
morning and stay the night. I've got all the equipment, but bring your own 
fishing pole and lures. That will be great!" 

Mark thought he was a little overenthusiastic, but now he wanted to find out 
more about Dick. That decided, they picked up Mark's car, which had a 
parking ticket on the windshield. 

"Doesn't the cop on the best know my car when he sees it," Mark grumbled. 
"Now I'll have to get the sergeant to cancel this ticket off the books." 

At that point the radio in Dick's car called them. They were asked to return 
to the station house. 

"What for?" asked Dick. 

"We need to expedite your report of your arrest this morning. Somebody 
forgot to take the prisoner's belt from him in the lockup, and he hung 
himself," cackled the radio. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Bright and early Saturday morning, Dick drew up in front of Mark's apartment 
with his station wagon loaded with all sorts of camping equipment. Mark had 
only his fishing gear and a change of clothes. 

"Who is going to pack all that stuff to the mountains, Dick? Isn't this 
place a long way from the road?" 

"Naw, it's not far. I know a good spot." 

But when they arrived in the vicinity, it was obvious that Dick really knew 
little about the locale. The road gradually petered out and became a dirt 
track. When they were afraid to drive any further, they stopped and got out 
of the car. 

Dick had a map, but the dirt road was not shown. 

"I figure we must be about here," he said pointing, "and the river should be 
in that direction." 

"How far?" Mark queried. 

Dick only shrugged. 

"The only way to find out is to start walking." 

Reluctantly, Mark sorted out the necessary from the unnecessary items that 
Dick had brought, since they could return for the nonessentials later if the 
river were near. They settled for fishing gear, sleeping bags, and a couple 
of pans for cooking the fish they hoped to catch. 

It was only about two miles to the river, but it seemed much further, loaded 
as they were. However, the water was flowing rapidly down the sheltered 
valley, many rocks protruding from the surface. It looked like a good place 
for trout. There was no beach, so they decided to set up camp in a small 
clearing near the river bank. By the time they arrived, it was beginning to 
get dark. 

"We had better catch a couple of fish tonight or we won't have any dinner," 
Dick grumbled. 

"Right," Mark responded. "That's the whole reason for the trip -- remember?" 

Both set up their roads and started casting into the river. Dick caught a 
small trout almost immediately. They decided to keep it, since they might 
not catch another. But soon Mark caught a larger one, and by the time it was 
dark, they had four fish -- an adequate dinner. 

Dick built a fire while Mark was cleaning the fish, and they fried them 
crackling brown. So far Dick had not seemed unusual, but it was obvious that 
he knew less about camping and fishing than he had implied. 

Their stomachs full, they lay near the campfire, listening to the faint 
night sounds of the forest and the river. 

"Too bad about that construction worker," Mark commented suddenly. The 
unfortunate incident was bothering him for some reason. 

"Who? Oh, the guy we arrested Monday? Yeah, I guess he just couldn't face 
his wife after a thing like that. But that's the price they pay for their 
sex," Dick shrugged casually. 

Mark was silent. 

Dick cleared his throat. "Guess we had better get our sleeping bags laid out 
and turn in -- what do you say?" 

"Yeah, sure," agreed Mark. 

Dick unrolled the matching sleeping bags near the fire. 

"It'll be cold before morning. We should zip them together to keep warm." 

"OK," Mark said with no other comment. 

After the sleeping bags were ready, Dick stretched and suggested they turn 
in. Mark started removing his clothes. 

Dick stripped down. Mark undressed more slowly, waiting to see what Dick 
did. When the sergeant took off his underwear and climbed into the bags 
nude, Mark did the same. 

There were several minutes of thick silence after they were settled. 

"Sure is quiet out here. Probably no one for many miles around," Dick 
commented. 

"No, we are certainly alone," Mark agreed. 

Again there was silence. Then Dick started talking. 

"Did I tell you about the redhead I met the other night? Boy, was she built! 
She's got knockers like..." 

His voice droned on but Mark tuned him out, grunting at appropriate spots. 
Dick was describing his girl in great detail, most of which Mark had heard 
before. As he talked, Mark's mind returned to the day at the Drew Hotel, and 
the scene with Dick and the construction worker. The man's cock had been 
almost as big as Mark's, and Dick's hand had barely fitted around it. The 
two men jerking each other, aroused [missing text]. 

Dick suddenly interrupted his thoughts. "Hell, I've got a hard-on from 
thinking about that fucking redhead." Mark felt Dick begin to stroke his 
cock slowly. This was the moment! 

"Yeah, I guess I'm getting that way, too," Mark said casually. He was 
surprised to realize that he did have an erection, but it certainly wasn't 
from Dick's recital of his exploits with the redhead. 

There was silence for a moment. 

"Sometimes the hand feels pretty good," Dick ventured. Mark pretended he did 
not know that Dick was masturbating. 

"My hand doesn't do much for me anymore," Mark responded. 

Another moment of silence. 

"How about someone else's hand?" Dick suggested, not very subtly. 

"That would certainly be better," Mark answered blandly. Immediately he felt 
Dick groping for his cock, and the fist seized his thick cock eagerly. 

"God, that is big, Mark," Dick said somewhat breathlessly. 

Mark lay still without comment. 

"Guess that's why you're so good at your job," Dick continued. His hand was 
caressing the huge prick lovingly. 

Mark turned toward Dick so the detective could fondle him better. Dick also 
turned toward Mark, his cockhead touching Mark's leg. Mark could feel Dick 
stroking and pressing his cockhead against Mark's hairy thigh. 

After a moment Mark said, "The main trouble with the hand is that it's so 
dry." 

"Well -- uh..." stammered Dick, "maybe I could wet it for you." 

"It would sure be better if you could," Mark commented dryly. 

Now that the moment had come, Dick couldn't make the next move. Mark helped 
him out. 

"Your mouth would feel nice." 

Dick was relieved. He scrambled down in the sleeping bag and took the 
throbbing cock into his mouth. 

"Ahhhh, that feels much better," Mark sighed. He had to admit it did feel 
pretty good. Dick was apparently no novice. He licked around the big 
cockhead and then worked Mark's cock almost all the way down his throat, 
anxiously. He had been waiting for a long time for this moment! 

Mark sat up enough to unzip the sleeping bags and threw back the top. He 
wanted to see Dick sucking his cock. Dick looked up at Mark questioningly, 
but did not stop the action. Mark returned his unspoken query with a blank 
expression. Dick continued his enthusiastic sucking and the jerking of his 
own prick. 

Dick dove down and at that point, Mark thrust upward, jamming his prick into 
the detective's throat. Dick choked, but quickly recovered. Each time he 
went down, Mark shoved upward, intentionally giving him difficulty. Besides, 
it felt so good when he was lodged deep in that hot throat! 

"Jesus, Mark," gasped Dick, "lie still! That huge cock is going to choke 
me!" 

"Suck it, man -- suck that cock!" Mark snarled maliciously. 

This seemed to excite Dick even more, and he attacked with renewed 
enthusiasm. His hand was lying on his own cock. 

"Don't cum on the sleeping bag, man! Jerk off on the ground, cocksucker! 
Suck it all the way! Take that big prick!" Mark kept up a steady stream of 
commands, which elicited more and more vigorous sucking from Dick. It 
excited Mark also. 

He spread his hairy legs to give Dick more opportunity to fondle his balls 
with his free hand. Dick was on his knees, his ass in the air, one hand 
flailing his own cock, the other squeezing Mark's balls, and his hot mouth 
sucking the huge prick of his police buddy. By the dim light of the 
dwindling fire, Mark could see beads of perspiration forming on Dick's 
forehead as he worked himself into a lather. 

"Suck it, cop! That big prick is going to cum in your sucking mouth! All the 
way down, man! Suck that prick!" Mark barked commands. Dick did as he was 
told. 

Mark's balls began to gather for the storm. His legs tensed and he thrust 
upward as his climax arrived. 

"Take it, man! Take my hot cum! Ahhhhhh!" Dick took it greedily, slurping 
down the jizz of his police buddy. 

Mark shoved the man's face down hard on his jetting prick. He could feel 
Dick's throat muscles spasm around the spurting cockhead, but he held him 
down firmly as he continued to gush into the hot mouth. 

Despite Mark's caution, Dick's cock began to spurt over Mark's legs and the 
sleeping bag as he took the pearly cum and swallowed repeatedly. 

"Suck it all down, cocksucker! My cum down your throat!" 

Dick moaned with joy, taking the delicious jism as he shot his own over his 
buddy's hairy thighs. 

Finally Mark released his pressure and lay back, completely drained. Dick's 
cock gave a few more weak dribbles and then drooped, the climax over. Dick 
withdrew from Mark's softening cock and collapsed next to his buddy. It took 
several minutes to resume normal breathing. 

"Wow, I've never done that before," Dick gasped. 

Mark smiled to himself in the dark at the obvious lie. 

"Thanks, Dick, it was great." Mark said calmly. 

"You aren't -- uh -- mad at me, are you?" Dick asked hesitantly. 

"Why should I be?" Mark replied. "We're buddies after all -- good cops, 
aren't we?" 

"Yeah, good buddies! That's what buddies are for!" Dick agreed quickly. 

"Now you had better clean up the mess you made in the sleeping bag so we can 
get some sleep -- right?" Mark was in full command now. 

Dick scrambled to wipe up the jizz from the sleeping bag. 

"There's some on my legs, too," Mark reminded him. 

Dick carefully and caressingly wiped Mark's legs free of the cum. 

Then Mark calmly turned on his side, his back to Dick, and said, "Good 
night." 

"Good night, Mark," was the meek reply. 

In the morning Mark awoke to a soft stroking of his morning hard-on. Dick's 
smooth hand felt good and he moaned softly before he was entirely awake. 
Dick knew that he was awake and snuggled closer, his own stiff cock pressed 
between Mark's asscheeks. 

As soon as Mark realized what was touching his asscheeks, he jerked away 
with a curse. 

"What do you think I am? A faggot? Get away from me with that thing!" 

Dick was crushed. He had thought that since Mark had allowed him to suck his 
cock, that maybe [missing text]. 

"I'm sorry, Mark, I didn't mean -- it's just that..." 

Mark snorted. "You're still horny, aren't you? Didn't get enough of my prick 
last night? You want another stiff one this morning?" 

Dick gulped and turned away. "You don't have to be so tough, Mark -- you 
liked it last night, didn't you?" 

Mark grunted. "Better than a hand, I guess." 

Dick looked a little happier, but didn't know how to proceed. They lay quiet 
for several minutes but neither moved from the warmth of the sleeping bags. 

"Mark?" 

"Yes?" 

"You asked if I wanted another stiff one this morning. The answer is yes." 

Mark's prick twitched against his leg. He might as well get some more sex 
from Dick while the opportunity was there. 

"I thought you would," he said sarcastically. 

His insulting tone seemed to increase Dick's desire. His breathing became 
more rapid and he began to tremble in anticipation. 

"But not in your cocksucking mouth." 

"What?" Dick asked in confusion. 

"That's right. I'm going to fuck your fat ass this time." 

Dick gasped. "No, Mark, please -- that huge prick of yours would split me 
wide open -- it's too big, Mark, please..." 

Mark swung around suddenly, his open palm striking the cringing policeman on 
the cheek. 

"You'll do what I tell you, faggot! Cocksucking, cop-sucking queer! Roll 
over on your belly!" 

Dick's face reddened. Mark's aggressive attitude was turning him on, but his 
fear was real. He couldn't stand pain, and he was starting to become 
frightened of Mark. But without another word, he rolled onto his belly, his 
solid asscheeks trembling. 

Mark looked down at the spread-eagled policeman. His hips were wide and the 
roll of fat around the waist was clearly visible. His long cock and 
pendulous balls could be seen under the hairy asscrack. 

It certainly isn't Teddy, Mark thought. He remembered the trusting boy laid 
out for his pleasure -- the trim, muscular body, the hairless ass, the 
pink-white skin with the silky blond hair [missing text]. 

Now that Mark had decided to fuck him, Dick was becoming excited at the 
prospect. His hips twitched in anticipation, the asscheeks clenching and 
relaxing. 

"Mark?" The voice was plaintive and muffled. "Yes?" Mark stroked his stiff 
cock, still thinking of Teddy. 

"There's some grease in my leather bag." Mark grunted. "A little spit will 
do." Dick turned his head quickly. 

"Oh, please, Mark -- please use some grease. You'll hurt me -- I'll bleed if 
you just shove it in..." Impatiently Mark fished in the bag and found some 
lubricating jelly. He smeared some on his thick, throbbing prick and left a 
gob in Dick's asscrack. Dick reached around and placed it in the tight 
asshole, dipping his finger in several times in an attempt to prepare 
himself for the invasion. 

Mark watched him with building lust. Finally he snatched Dick's hand away. 

"That's enough, faggot! You're just diddling yourself! Spread it wide'cause 
I'm coming in!" 

Dick braced himself. 

Mark moved over and placed his broad cockhead against the tiny asshole. He 
pushed gently, without any progress. Dick moaned from the contact, already 
stirred and excited. 

Mark had been gentle with Teddy, but this time he abruptly shoved hard, 
thrusting against the resistant muscles and ploughing his way deep into the 
struggling policeman! Dick screamed long and loud, the massive cock ripping 
his quaking ass. 

"There's no one to hear, cocksucker," Mark grated. "Take that big cock and 
shove it!" 

Dick gasped and swallowed noisily. Mark pulled partly out and rammed home 
again, but this time the lubrication was in place and the pain was not as 
severe. Again the enormous prick moved in and out, and a warmth began to 
develop in the invaded gut. As Mark established a rhythm, the warmth spread 
and the fullness became pleasant. The broad ass began to meet the savage 
thrusts with pleasure. 

"Oh, yes," Dick breathed. 

Mark grunted. "You like it, don't you, faggot? You like my big fat prick up 
your ass, don't you? You're a fucking brownie queen, aren't you, faggot? 
Take it deep, cocksucker!" 

Mark's obscenities increased the pleasure for both of them. For Dick the 
insults added to the masochistic thrill of being assaulted by the handsome 
policeman with the huge prick. Dick reached back and spread his asscheeks 
wide. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me, Mark -- shove it in me -- I love it! Harder! Fuck me, 
fuck me!" 

Although the tight ass was hot pleasure, the obvious satisfaction that Dick 
was receiving made Mark furious. He was supposed to be punishing him -- or 
punishing himself in some way -- for being queer -- and the bastard was 
enjoying it! 

He rammed harder and harder, his teeth rattling with the violence of his 
lunges, but Dick only begged for more. 

"Beautiful -- stiff prick -- ploughing me -- fucking my ass -- filling me -- 
ugh -- beautiful!" 

Mark's rigid frame slammed away at the writhing officer. His breath came in 
gasps in his effort to subdue and punish the queer, but then, without 
warning, his own violence overcame him. His prick jerked and spurted, 
filling the spasming ass, draining him dry suddenly and completely. 

With the first spurt, Dick groaned and then cried out in joy. He regretted 
that the fuck would soon be finished, but the gushing cock in his ass had 
brought on his own climax, and again he soaked the sleeping bag with cum. 
Mark rammed his throbbing prick into Dick's ass repeatedly, and with each 
thrust his own cock discharged rapturously beneath him. 

Mark nearly sobbed with frustration. He had climaxed, but it was not the 
satisfying, ecstatic rapture he had expected. Instead it was cold and hard, 
release without emotion, not like it was with Teddy. 

Dick's face bore a happy smile. Mark's softening cock was still buried in 
his ass and his cum was running down his asscrack; his own orgasm had been a 
soaring, memorable experience. At last he had met his master and he would do 
anything to keep Mark to himself. 

Abruptly Mark pulled out and rolled away with a growl. But Dick still 
smiled. There would be other times, he promised himself. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

After that weekend at the river, their relationship changed. Dick still made 
out the assignment roster and represented the vice squad for the department, 
but Mark usually made the detailed decisions. He was frequently rather short 
with Dick, a liberty made possible by the shared knowledge that Dick was 
gay. 

Dick knew that Mark was manipulating him, but he had no choice. Since Mark 
had not shown any interest in being active himself, he could play a superior 
role. He didn't like it, but there it was. He was hoping for more fishing 
trips. 

"Those trout were really good, fried outside fresh from the water. And that 
was a pretty good spot we found, so far away from civilization." Dick 
continued to press as they rode together in a police car. 

Mark was annoyed by his persistence. 

"The next time we go fishing, I'm going to fuck your ass for two days 
straight," he said flatly, looking Dick in the eye. 

Dick flushed. His eyes settled on Mark's crotch, where the usual bulge was 
prominent. Mark began to stroke the length with his fingertips and Dick 
became even more excited. 

"Oh, yes, Mark -- whatever you want..." 

Mark grunted but said nothing. After a few tense moments, Dick said 
plaintively, "You -- don't hold it against me, do you, Mark -- what we did 
in the mountains?" 

"What you did, you mean," Mark said pointedly. 

Dick fidgeted. "Well, you didn't fight me off, you remember." 

Mark shrugged. "Forget it." 

They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Then Dick changed the subject. 

"What do you usually do on weekends?" Mark answered without thinking. "I go 
to the juvenile home sometimes." 

Dick looked at him curiously. "You mean the one where they send the juvenile 
criminals -- like that Teddy something-or-other? Do you go up to see him?" 
he demanded suspiciously. 

Mark realized immediately that he had made a mistake to mention the home, 
but it was too late to change anything. He tried to act casual. 

"Yes, I have taken an interest in him, and I also see his mother sometimes." 

"But he's queer!" Dick sputtered, "And he's just a kid!" 

Mark looked out the window. "He's basically a good kid. I may end up 
becoming his father." 

"What?" Dick exploded. 

Mark shrugged. "Who knows?" 

They lapsed into silence. 

"Mark," Dick gulped, "I could be really good for you, you know, if you'd 
give me a chance," Mark could see that Dick's knuckles were white as they 
gripped the steering wheel of their police car. Dick seemed to be driving 
aimlessly, needing the opportunity to talk to Mark, but Mark was being 
obstinate. He sat silent. 

"Didn't I do a good job for you? Certainly better than that kid could do, 
right? I can take that big prick all the way down my throat anytime you want 
it, Mark. What do you say?" 

Dick's clinging, effeminate whining was arousing Mark's anger, but also 
stimulating his sexual need. His cock began to push stiffly against his 
pants from the knowledge of his power over the sergeant. 

"You're a cocksucker, Dick -- that's what I say. And you're going to suck my 
cock right now to prove it. Drive to the park." 

Dick turned sad eyes to Mark. "Why don't we go to your place, Mark? That 
would be a lot better, more private, you know..." 

"Shut up and drive to the park," Mark said grimly. He unzipped his fly and 
pulled out his stiffening prick, waving it at Dick. Dick stared at the 
growing cock, gulped, and swung into the park, his own crotch bulging. 

"Pull over next to the gay john," Mark ordered gruffly. His cock was 
throbbing in his fist. A few people were walking the paths alongside the 
road, but Mark ignored the possibility that they might see into the car. 

"For God's sake, Mark..." Dick stammered. 

"Shut up and pull over here," Dick growled. Dick parked at the curb near the 
men's room where Mark had arrested Teddy. 

Mark straightened his legs under the police radio and his prick rose 
majestically from the packed crotch. Dick stared and began to drool. 
Unthinkingly he took out his own rigid cock and stroked it tightly as he 
drew close to Mark's thick cockshaft. 

"Suck it, cop!" Mark snarled as he fished out his heavy balls and spread his 
fly wide. 

With a cry, Dick buried his head between Mark's legs, taking in the huge 
prick hungrily. His tongue whirled avidly along the throbbing underside as 
he sucked deeply. Mark grunted with reluctant pleasure, and thrust his hips 
upward to shove the cockhead deep into the policeman's throat. 

"Take it, cocksucker! Suck the man prick in your cocksucking mouth! Show 
these queers walking by how a cop sucks a cock!" 

Dick started to lift his head, alarmed by the suggestion that other people 
could see, but Mark shoved his head down hard, choking him momentarily. 

"Don't stop, you cocksucking queer! Suck it until I tell you to stop!" 
Roughly he pulled Dick over to his knees between his legs. Mark spread his 
legs and mashed his balls into Dick's chin as he forced his cock into Dick's 
mouth. 

Mark's eyes drifted to the men's room and his thoughts turned to Teddy, the 
loving boy with the hot mouth, the soft lips and fine, blond hair. His hand 
shoved even harder against Dick's plunging head as he compared Dick with 
Teddy. His cock throbbed in the hot throat. He could see Dick's hand moving 
swiftly on his own cock in front of the seat. 

A man who looked vaguely familiar was walking in the path along the road, 
probably heading for the men's room. He passed near the car and glanced in 
at the violent scene in the front seat. His eyes popped and he stopped and 
stared in disbelief for a moment. Then Mark recognized him as the librarian 
whom he had arrested twice at the Drew Hotel. The librarian recognized the 
officers, also. Quickly he turned and hurried away, fearful of the 
consequences if he stayed to observe more. 

Reluctantly, Mark allowed Dick to come up for air. 

"God, Mark, I..." Dick gasped. 

"Shut up!" Mark snapped. "Suck on my balls now, you prick-licker." He 
pressed his moist cock against the sergeant's face. 

Dick almost sobbed as he avidly sucked each big ball into his mouth, his 
lips caressing, his eyes looking up at Mark with worshipful intensity. Mark 
rubbed his wet cock over Dick's face, across his nose, into his eyes and 
ears while the lips and tongue were relishing his balls. 

Mark's excitement was rising as he watched the police sergeant serving him 
in his special place, in public near Teddy's men's room. 

"All right, cop, take my cock! Suck it deep! You're going to get that load 
of cum you want so much! Suck it, cocksucker!" 

"Oh, yes, Mark," Dick gurgled and dove down on the thick cock, squeezing the 
moist balls in one hand. His other hand flew on his jerking prick, which was 
only inches off the floor. Mark thrust upward again and again, fucking the 
sergeant's face viciously. 

The librarian's curiosity was too much to resist. He doubled back, walking 
nonchalantly down the path, pretending to be simply enjoying a stroll in the 
park. As he neared the car, he heard Mark snarl, "Suck that big prick! 
You're going to get my cum, cop! Cocksucking queer! Ahhhhh!" 

The librarian gasped and his own cock lurched in his pants as he saw the 
handsome policeman thrust hard into the other cop's face, obviously spurting 
thick cum into the avid mouth of his buddy. Mark looked up at the librarian 
but his eyes were glazed with lust, his orgasm peaking, no thought of 
anything but the hot mouth swallowing his throbbing prick. 

"Take it, fucker! Man-juice in your fairy mouth! Swallow my load!" Dick did 
his best, but his own cock was spurting on the floor at the moment, and his 
entire body was trembling with the impact of both orgasms. Mark shoved his 
head down hard, choking him deliciously. 

The librarian stared for one more moment and then sped to the men's room to 
jack off into the urinal, his mind full of the scene in the police car. 

Gradually Mark relaxed as the spurts became dribbles and then ceased 
entirely. Dick hummed happily, the softening cock still deep in his throat, 
until Mark abruptly pulled him up and shoved him away. 

"All right, you've had it. Now get away from me." 

Sheepishly Dick returned to his seat and looked around to see if they had 
been observed. By that time there was no one visible, since the librarian 
was spurting his cum into the smelly urinal at that moment. Both policemen 
replaced their cocks into their pants, and Dick shakily started the car. 

"What's the assignment for today, Sergeant?" Mark asked dryly, as they drove 
slowly out of the park. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

The following Saturday, Mark felt almost compelled to visit Teddy. He hadn't 
had that special sex for two weeks, and he was becoming increasingly 
frustrated. He drove to the village, rented a motel room, and again 
requested an outside pass for Teddy from Mr. Graves. The officer made no 
comment this time, but his leer spoke volumes. 

Teddy greeted him with a smile. He had his swim suit with him in hopes of a 
repeat trip to the motel. Teddy seemed more relaxed with him and not so 
solemn. Mr. Graves was his usual surly self. 

"You are becoming quite a swimmer these days, aren't you, Teddy," he 
suggested with a leer at Mark. "Do you always wear your suit when with your 
friend?" 

Teddy looked a little embarrassed, and then looked at Mark for help. 

"We do our swimming in public, Mr. Graves. We don't all have the luxury of 
private interviews with young boys in the middle of the night," Mark 
responded. 

Mr. Graves flushed. "Just what are you implying?" he demanded. 

"Nothing, nothing at all, any more than you were suggesting anything special 
by your remarks. Come on, Teddy." Mark urged Teddy out the door. Teddy 
looked confused. 

"Did you bring your uniform this time?" he asked as soon as they were in the 
car. 

"Yes," Mark answered. "What is this thing you have about uniforms?" 

Teddy stared out the window silently for a moment. 

"I suppose it goes back to the first time..." 

"First time?" Mark insisted. 

"Well, there was this guy, John, a friend of my father's, who used to visit 
us. He was a Marine MP just like my dad was when he was alive, and they used 
to work together. He used to come to the house in uniform." 

Teddy fell silent. 

"Is that all?" Mark urged. 

Teddy continued somewhat reluctantly. 

"He used to be on patrol in the city on the late night shift, and then he 
would come to the house in uniform in the morning straight from duty. 
Sometimes he took me to the zoo or swimming at Lake Bond. My mother was 
usually working. We would go to the lake, rent a small cottage to change in, 
and swim. It was a lot of fun. I liked him'cause he was a buddy of my 
father's." 

"Go on." 

"Well, one day John brought a six-pack of beer to the lake and he got kind 
of drunk. He went back to the cottage and got dressed, but I wanted to swim 
awhile. When I got back to the cottage I started to change, but when I took 
my trunks off, John called me over to him and started playing with my cock. 
He said it was really big for a kid. His hand felt good, and he was a friend 
of my father and -- Anyway, he told me to feel his cock, and it was really 
hard. I felt it through his wool uniform pants and it throbbed and jerked 
under my hand, really big. It was the first man's cock I ever felt, although 
I always wanted to feel my father's cock, I remember. John gripped my hand 
feeling his cock and moved it back and forth. He groaned and said it felt 
awfully good. Then he told me to take it out of his pants." 

"I got it out and held it in my hand. John was still stroking my cock. His 
stiff prick felt so good in my hand -- so smooth and powerful -- I could 
have played with it for hours. Not as big or as strong as yours, but pretty 
nice, anyway." 

Mark's cock was erect. He tried to ease the position and Teddy noticed. 
There were still a few miles to drive before reaching the motel. Teddy 
calmly reached over and grasped Mark's cock through his pants and continued 
the story. 

"John was getting pretty excited. He told me my father used to suck him, and 
that my father would have wanted me to be good to him, too. He pushed my 
head down and put his cockhead in my mouth. Until then I didn't know that 
people sucked cocks, but I didn't mind, especially after I felt the warm, 
throbbing cockhead and got the pulsating shaft in my mouth." 

"He showed me how to make it feel good by sucking up and down as he was 
jerking my cock. I knelt between his legs. Every time I looked up I saw this 
handsome Marine, like my father, with his stiff prick sticking out of his 
uniform fly. It was really exciting, and John was close to shooting. I knew 
about that'cause I was jerking off every night by that time." 

"I didn't want to suck him 'til he came, 'cause I didn't want the cum in my 
mouth, so I tried to get away. But John took out his gun and held it to my 
head and told me to suck it and take his cum or he would shoot me. I don't 
think now that he would have actually shot me, but I was pretty scared. 
Anyway, I sucked him and he came in my mouth, and it tasted so good and was 
so exciting, his big cock shooting its cum into my mouth and that gun 
pointed at me, that I came in his hand at the same time. After that he held 
me in his arms and hugged me and said how good it was." 

"After that, almost every week we would go to the lake and swim and have 
sex. He also taught me how to get fucked, and I liked that, too. Afterward 
he would hold me and kiss me, but he always wore his uniform. Then he was 
transferred to another base, and didn't come to the house anymore." 

Mark was on the verge of coming in his pants, with the visions of Teddy's 
introduction to sex in his mind and Teddy's warm hand stroking his jerking 
bulge, but he tried to calm down until they reached the motel. 

"And that's when you started going to the john in the park?" 

"Yes. I saw the glory hole, and one day a man stuck his cock through it and 
I sucked it. Sometimes guys want to suck me, too," he added somewhat 
wistfully. 

"Yes," Mark said vaguely. 

They had arrived at the motel. 

Mark was still aroused as they entered the motel room. He quickly unfastened 
his belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor. 

"Suck me, Teddy -- now!" 

The sight of the man's big cock and his muscular, hairy thighs was enough. 
Teddy did not need any coaxing. 

He knelt in front of Mark and dove down on the throbbing prick, sucking 
strongly. Mark groaned and thrust his pelvis toward the boy. 

"Your mouth is so warm -- your tongue so great, the way it moves, I dream 
about this..." Mark suddenly stopped. He was almost making love to the boy! 
But it was true, all of it! 

Teddy supplemented his mouth with his smooth hand. As he withdrew his lips, 
he grasped the cock and rotated his hand to follow the retreating lips. Then 
he removed his mouth completely and caressed the cockhead with a rotary 
motion of his hand. Then he went down again with his mouth. 

The combination action left Mark quivering and his knees buckled. He sat 
down on the edge of the bed. Teddy did not miss a stroke. Mark lay back on 
the bed, completely at the mercy of the loving boy. His cock was the center 
of his universe. 

"Oh, stop, Teddy! I'll cum in a minute..." 

Teddy stopped. He didn't want him to cum too soon, either. Mark lay gasping 
on the bed. 

Teddy removed Mark's shoes and socks, and pulled off his pants. Since they 
were not uniform pants, they had no significance for him. But Mark could 
then spread his legs -- those massive, muscular, hairy legs that were so 
exciting to the boy. 

He began to lick and lap the heavy ball sac hanging down at the edge of the 
bed, and to stroke the huge cock standing so proudly above. Then he lifted 
Mark's legs to rest them on his shoulders and began to suck his prick again. 
Mark was putty in his hands. Teddy's hot mouth again brought him close to 
the brink. 

"Teddy -- I'm close..." Mark said, his eyes shut tightly. 

Teddy stopped again. "Not yet, sir -- let's make it last," he murmured. 

Then Teddy lifted the heavy legs higher so the balls were better exposed. He 
sucked them one at a time and then followed the midline down with his 
tongue. This was new to Mark, and he moaned with pleasure. Teddy grew 
braver. He lifted the legs high and attacked his dark, puckered asshole with 
his mouth and tongue. 

"Arghhhhhhh!" groaned Mark. The tongue flicking and licking his most 
intimate spot was ecstasy, especially when Teddy pushed his tongue hard and 
entered the asshole. As Teddy licked, he caressed the balls and cock above 
his head. Without thinking, Mark pulled his knees back and spread wide so 
Teddy could have full access to his ass. Teddy moaned contentedly as Mark 
showed his pleasure by squirming and moaning. 

"Oh, yes. Teddy, shove your tongue in deep -- fuck me with your tongue, your 
hot tongue..." 

Mark heard himself groan. 

Teddy felt Mark's balls begin to pull up and he knew his climax was near. 
Mark only knew that he was in a state of delirium. But Teddy licked the big 
balls briefly as he gently inserted his slim finger through the relaxed 
asshole. Then he immediately dove down on the throbbing prick as he jabbed 
the tensing prostate; it was just in time to catch the first spurt of cum. 
He massaged the internal gland as Mark gushed his delight into the boy's 
slurping mouth. 

"Ughh -- ughh -- ughh!" Mark groaned with each spurt and jab of Teddy's 
finger. He tossed and moaned on the bed in uncoordinated passion as he gave 
his jism to the kneeling boy. His flood was too much to swallow -- some 
dribbled out of Teddy's mouth, but he gulped as much of the delicious jism 
as he could. 

"Oh. God! Oh. God!" Mark moaned as he convulsed into Teddy's mouth. He was 
experiencing the most exquisite rapture of his life. 

Eventually the peak passed. The delirium receded. Gradually Mark again 
became aware of his surroundings. His cock grew soft again but was still 
held lovingly in Teddy's warm mouth. Teddy removed his finger from the tight 
ass, but Mark barely noticed. 

Finally Mark raised himself on his elbows and stared at Teddy, who was still 
holding his cock in his mouth. 

"Teddy, you set me off as no one has ever done. You're an angel or a devil. 
I don't know which." 

Teddy grinned happily, reluctantly releasing the shrinking cock. "I'm glad I 
make you happy, Mark," he said softly. "John taught me about that, too." He 
rose to his feet, his own rigid hard-on distending his pants. 

"You -- didn't cum?" Mark asked hesitantly. 

"No -- it's OK. Let's go for a swim!" 

Mask rose weakly and donned his swim suit. Teddy stuffed his hard cock into 
his bikini but smiled at Mark reassuringly. 

This time there were two young girls and an older woman tossing a ball in 
the pool. Mark and Teddy swam, but there was no intimacy this time. They 
raced from one end to the other, Teddy usually winning. Then they lay on the 
lounges in the sun. Mark felt drowsy from the sex and the exertion in the 
water. Suddenly a voice near his ear roused him. 

"Would you and your son like to join us in our game?" a musical female voice 
inquired. 

Mark sat up suddenly to answer the attractive brunette, apparently the 
mother of the two girls in the pool. 

"My son? Oh, no, he isn't -- I'm sorry, I was almost asleep..." 

"He isn't your son? Oh, I thought surely -- I'm sorry to awaken you," she 
said uncertainly, with a strange look. 

"No, that's all right -- I mean, we have to leave soon. Thanks anyway." 

The woman left. Teddy looked at Mark with a little smile, but Mark glared 
back. He was reminded now of what other people thought. It wasn't only a 
matter between Teddy and him, but the rest of the world as well. 

Mark rose abruptly and said gruffly, "I guess we should be leaving." 

Teddy followed him into the room meekly. 

"It's still nearly two hours before I have to be back," he said wistfully. 

"I'm sweaty. I'm going to shower," Mark said without answering. 

He showered in hot water with a quick cool rinse, and then Teddy showered. 
When Teddy returned to the room he found Mark sprawled out on the bed nude, 
almost asleep again. 

Teddy feasted his eyes on the big man who had become so important to him. 
The massive body was a never-ending source of pleasure for Teddy, not just 
his cock but his thick muscles and the crisp black hair growing profusely 
over the totally masculine body. 

He tiptoed to the end of the bed and gazed at the long, thick cock hanging 
over the egg-sized balls resting on the coverlet between Mark's spread legs. 
Slowly he knelt on the bed between those massive thighs and planted a kiss 
on the beautiful prick he loved so much. It stirred slightly -- that was 
all. He kissed it again and it twitched again, beginning to lengthen. He 
began to run his tongue very gently over the length of the cock. Mark did 
not move or make a sound. His breathing was deep and regular. 

Teddy cradled Mark's stiffening cock in his hand as he ran his open mouth up 
and down the cockshaft, moving his tongue along the underside. The prick 
went to full staff immediately, bobbing in his hand, calling for attention. 

Slowly and very gently, Teddy took the big prick in his mouth and pushed the 
throbbing cockhead into his throat, holding it lovingly. There was a long, 
deep sigh from Mark, but nothing more. Only the stiff prick responded fully. 

Teddy held it deep in his throat as long as he could, then came up for air. 
Again he sucked it deep and again released it. Mark did not move or react 
except to exhale with each up stroke. Gradually Teddy picked up his rhythm. 
Mark's hips then began to rise, his back arching with each downward dive 
into the warm mouth. His eyes remained closed. 

Teddy substituted his hand for his lips on the wet cock until he got into 
position. He straddled Mark's hips, spread some of his saliva on his 
asshole, and poised over the rigid, moist prick throbbing in his hand. His 
eyes never left Mark's face, but the dark eyes remained closed. Then he sat 
down squarely on the cock, grimacing momentarily as it entered him, but 
proceeded to push down steadily until he was completely impaled. 

"Ahhhhhhh," groaned Mark, finally responding vocally. "Oh, yesssssss," he 
hissed but did not open his eyes. As usual he was at the mercy of the boy -- 
his private addiction. 

Teddy began to move up and down, slowly at first, and then increasing his 
speed and stroke. Down hard, up almost all the way, Mark's cockhead riding 
over the boy's prostate, then down again. Teddy's cock begged for action, 
extending rigidly over Mark's belly which it touched, leaving damp trails on 
every downstroke. Mark's eyes were still closed, but his hips gave an upward 
thrust each time to meet Teddy halfway, and each time he emitted a groan. 

The huge cock swelled even larger and Mark's head began to toss from side to 
side as his climax started to build. Teddy increased his tempo and began to 
jerk his own pulsing prick. Mark's groans grew louder and his hips jerked 
violently. Then his head was thrown back against the bed; Teddy watched a 
muscular spasm travel down his neck to his chest to the belly and then his 
groin, and the huge cock spurted its cum into the boy's hot, clenching ass. 

"Teddy!" Mark yelled, opening his eyes wide to see Teddy's cock issue its 
first spurt onto Mark's chest and belly. As wave after wave swept over Mark, 
it seemed as if his own cum were streaming from Teddy to splatter hotly on 
his skin, but with that was the sight of the masculine youth, his muscles 
straining with ecstasy, his trim ass the joyful receptacle for Mark's 
swollen prick. But most of all there were the bright blue eyes boring into 
his, brimming over with love and devotion, love that could not be ignored. 

Mark thrust upward fiercely; Teddy's smile broadened. The huge cock filled 
him deliciously, bathing his insides with soothing warmth. His spurting cock 
jetted its own jism onto the body he loved, to soak the black hairs and 
puddle in depressions between the muscle ridges. Both men were awash in 
their lust, giving and taking together. 

As the tide passed, Mark again closed his eyes and remained motionless, his 
head turned to one side. Teddy held his softening cock in his hand, the 
man's prick still deeply embedded. He waited for a sign, but none came. 

Slowly, cautiously, expecting resistance, Teddy leaned forward, 
straightening his legs behind him, and lay stretched out on top of the man 
he loved. His own cum felt cool and sticky, but the massive body was his 
haven, his bulwark against the world. He lay his head on Mark's chest, at 
peace with the world. Mark did not move. But for Teddy it was enough that 
Mark permitted him this closeness. 

Mark struggled valiantly with himself. The boy obviously loved him. Why 
could he not respond? The world out there had other rules! He could not give 
up those elements of life that he had always felt important! And yet -- and 
yet -- no! He could not put his arm around him as was his fierce desire. He 
could not return his love. The boy was a devil! 

"Oh, God!" he groaned, this time agonizingly, a tortured man. 

"Am I too heavy?" Teddy asked softly. He didn't understand the problem. 

"No, but we must get back," Mark said, trying to keep his voice steady and 
unemotional. 

Teddy sighed, kissed Mark's nipple, and reluctantly rose, breaking the cum 
bonds that held them -- together. He sat, disappointed, on the edge of the 
bed. After a moment, Mark rose silently and took another shower. 

Teddy was dressed when Mark returned from the shower. He wanted to keep the 
smears on his chest as a reminder of their union. Mark made no comment. He 
drove him back to the home. 

At the gate, Teddy opened the door of the car and stepped out. He looked 
solemnly at Mark for a moment, and then said softly, "I love you." 

"Don't say that!" The words were wrenched from Mark. Then he slumped at the 
wheel. Teddy stared at him bewildered. Mark relented. 

"I'm sorry, Teddy, I know you do, but -- I'll see you next week." 

Teddy brightened and smiled, but his eyes were moist. He closed the door 
slowly and Mark drove off quickly, the tires squealing. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Mark lived in a private hell during the ensuing weeks, marking time between 
weekends as he thought of Teddy. His job wasn't going too well either. He 
seemed listless and not very interested in Dick's ideas for trapping 
"criminals". And there were rumors that maybe their methods used in 
detecting gays were not legal. So far, though, they were just rumblings. 

Dick maintained his heterosexual banter but repeatedly tried to entice Mark 
to take another fishing trip. When Mark curtly refused, Dick sulked and then 
pleaded. Their relationship became very strained. 

One day the captain called Mark into his office. 

"Mark, you've done a good job on vice, as far as I can tell. We've arrested 
more of these dirty queers in the few months you've been assigned to the 
squad than in the year previous. Those fucking cocksuckers, dirty 
perverts..." 

"Yes?" Mark interposed, trying to forestall the usual tirade. 

"Well anyway, you've done a good job, but I think, and Roberts agrees, that 
your face -- and maybe your cock -- is getting too well known now. The 
arrest rate is starting to fall off, and maybe we need new meat -- ha ha! -- 
for the squad. So I'm taking you off vice and promoting you to robbery. It's 
a step up and a raise in pay, just to show we appreciate your work." He 
patted Mark brusquely on the shoulder. 

Mark suddenly felt a great weight lifted from his back. He hadn't realized 
how much conflict there had been between his work and his personal life 
until he was suddenly relieved of it. 

"Report to the robbery detail in the morning." The captain dismissed him 
curtly. 

After that he saw Dick rarely, and then usually in the locker room. Mark 
would sometimes feel a gaze burning into his back and discover Dick staring 
mournfully at him. His eyes would shift to Mark's crotch, indicating that he 
was still available, but Mark ignored him. 

It was a great relief to change assignments and he generally enjoyed his new 
work. No longer was he involved in the personal lives of the people he 
arrested. He remained aloof, detached. 

After a few weeks on the job, he proposed to Carol, Teddy's mother. He had 
visited her a few times to report on Teddy's progress, and was amazed at how 
much the boy resembled her. He liked her a lot, too. He mentioned that he 
was making more money now, and wanted to make a home for her and Teddy. 
Besides, the juvenile authorities would be favorably disposed toward Teddy's 
release at six months if they understood that they would marry. Release time 
was drawing near. 

Carol gazed at him solemnly -- just like Teddy! -- as he outlined his 
proposal. When he finished, she stared at the floor for a moment. "Sometimes 
I think you love Teddy more than me!" she smiled accusingly. 

Mark started guiltily to defend himself. 

"When should we tell Teddy?" Carol interrupted. 

"Let's work through the authorities and get him released, and we can tell 
him together after he comes home," Mark suggested. 

So Mark made an appointment with the Board, and he and Carol informed them 
that they were to be married, thus providing a more balanced family life for 
Teddy. 

The Board was pleased with the idea and agreed to release Teddy the 
following week. 

That night Mark couldn't sleep. He had thought about the situation countless 
times and could think of no other way. He needed Teddy! Maybe it was an 
addiction. Call it anything, but he had to have Teddy's body, his warm, 
sucking mouth, his hot clenching ass, to produce those sensual peaks that 
left him gasping. But still he needed a wife, a female companion to show the 
world that he was all right -- a normal, respectable straight. Maybe with 
the three of them together he could avoid the torturing conflict that was 
with him all his waking -- and many of his sleeping-hours. 

That Friday, as he was changing in the locker room, another officer murmured 
something about Dick. 

"What did you say?" Mark asked. 

"He's been transferred to a desk job -- really a demotion, but reported as a 
transfer. Somebody he arrested -- some queer -- brought a complaint against 
him, and claims to have a witness who swears Roberts had sex with him before 
he arrested him. The sergeant is trying to keep it hushed up, but Roberts is 
off vice as of now!" 

Mark merely shrugged. Anything he would say would probably be repeated, and 
they would be after him next. 

At that point Dick walked into the locker room, in uniform for the first 
time in years. Everyone grew silent. Mark was ready to leave, so he walked 
out without even nodding at Dick. 

Mark visited Teddy as usual on Saturday. Mr. Graves always greeted him with 
an unconcealed sneer, but gave him no trouble. Apparently he was willing to 
share Teddy, and there were always new boys coming in to satisfy him. 

The weather was too cool for swimming now, but Mark still rented the motel 
room. All their time together was spent having sex. Mark could not get 
enough, and Teddy was always happy to do anything Mark wanted. They had 
replayed the scene Teddy had related about John several times -- Mark 
holding the gun to Teddy's head as the boy sucked his throbbing cock, with 
Mark dressed in full uniform. The suggestion of violence excited Mark almost 
as much as it satisfied Teddy. But it always ended with Teddy wrapping his 
arms around Mark, holding him close. Mark tolerated this but did not return 
the affection. 

That Saturday they undressed, taking pleasure in the revelation of the 
other's nude body as the clothes were removed. As usual, both had stiff 
erections by the time they were undressed, thinking of what was to come. As 
Mark stood nude, posing in a spread-leg posture he knew Teddy liked, Teddy 
backed to the bed and lay down. He raised his knees and spread them, tilting 
his pelvis up to show Mark his small pink asshole. He pulled his legs back 
lewdly, indicating what he wanted. 

Mark was fascinated by the tiny asshole which could give him such pleasure. 
Slowly he moved toward the bed, both hands on his stiff prick, and then 
stood at the foot of the bed, the picture of the nude rapist. Teddy shivered 
with delight. 

Slowly, deliberately, Mark transferred some saliva to his cockhead, his face 
a mask of brutality for Teddy's benefit. He knelt on the bed close to 
Teddy's upturned ass and slowly but steadily inserted his cock. Teddy sighed 
happily as Mark entered him. When about halfway in, he abruptly shoved hard 
the rest of the way with a snarl. 

"Oh, yes, sir -- fuck me!" Teddy begged. 

When Mark's balls and pubic hair made contact with his ass, Teddy shivered 
again with the knowledge that the policeman was fully embedded and giving 
his all. Mark held his big prick deep, as if establishing possession. Teddy 
understood and tacitly agreed. 

Mark leaned forward, supporting himself by his hands on both sides of the 
boy's chest. This brought his face close to Teddy's -- closer than usual. 
Teddy gazed into Mark's lusting eyes with love and trust. Mark's eyes were 
glazed with the joy the tight, caressing ass always gave him. 

He began to fuck the boy, first slowly, then gradually increasing the tempo. 
Teddy wrapped his legs around Mark's back, pulling him in as deeply as 
possible. He smiled into the dark eyes, his soft curly hair contrasting with 
the deep blue of the bed cover. Beautiful soft, blond hair. 

Mark was beginning to stroke harder, fucking the hot ass, his cock swelling 
in anticipation. As his peak approached, the blond hair became a beacon. He 
fell on Teddy and grasped his head between his rough hands, pulling and 
twisting the silken strands as he fucked. He felt Teddy's cock trapped 
between their bellies, massaged by their writhing together. 

And then it was there! The blond hair, the blue eyes, the tight hot asshole, 
his cock spurting wildly -- His orgasm was powerful, sweeping him to the 
pinnacle of passion, up, up. His lips mashed on Teddy's in a savage kiss at 
the supreme moment. Teddy hugged him tightly. Mark vaguely felt Teddy's cock 
jerking and spurting its joy between their heaving bellies. Mark's tongue 
invaded the sweet mouth roughly. 

Teddy was transformed! Mark was kissing him at last! He loved him after all! 
He sucked Mark's tongue into his mouth, as if starved. Both were moaning 
their joy to the world. The hair on Mark's chest grated against the almost 
hairless, creamy skin of the boy, adding to Teddy's rapture. Mark's weight 
was heavy, bearing Teddy down where he belonged, under the beautiful man who 
loved him after all! 

Mark's thrusts became irregular, but still he maintained the kiss. Then he 
was still. Teddy's cum soaked their bellies, sealing them together. 

Mark's brain steadied and his eyes focused again. He suddenly realized what 
he was doing. He immediately broke away and rolled to the side; his stiff 
cock pulled out painfully. He sat on the edge of the bed, shaken. He wiped 
his lips, which were still moist from Teddy's mouth, and continued to wipe 
them until he thought no vestige of the boy remained. He stared at the wall 
for a moment and then strode into the bathroom and closed the door. 

Teddy was wrenched from his dream of love to the old reality. It had been so 
good to be true. But even if Mark loved him only during sex, it was 
something, wasn't it? That compensated for the rejection and coldness he 
showed at other times. If he could have Mark all to himself under these 
conditions, he would be happy, and maybe someday [missing text]. Eventually 
Mark came out of the bathroom after his shower. He wrapped a towel around 
his waist and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Teddy," he began, calm again, "I have some good news for you. Your mother 
will be here on Wednesday as usual, but this time she will bring you home. 
Your period in the institution is over." 

Teddy's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with surprise and joy. 

"Really? You really mean it? Oh, Mark..." Teddy tackled Mark around the 
waist happily. Mark tolerated it for a moment and then moved away. He 
couldn't start that again! 

"The forms are completed and it will become official on Wednesday," he said 
in a policeman's voice. 

Even Mark's coldness could not spoil the joy and relief Teddy felt with the 
news. Home at last with his mother, and Mark! Then a cold thought struck 
him. 

"We -- you and I -- can be together, can't we, after I go home, I mean?" His 
face showed his anxiety. 

"Yes, we can be together," Mark nodded, and then looked away. 

"It'll be wonderful!" Teddy tried to hug him again but Mark evaded his 
grasp. 

"Now you had better shower and get dressed so we can take you back to the 
home, for a few days at least." 

"Yes, sir." This time Teddy did not resist returning since he knew it would 
soon be over. He sang as he splashed in the shower. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

On Sunday night after his wife left for church, Mr. Graves called Teddy into 
the office. 

"Did you hear about your sentence, Teddy? That you will be going home in a 
few days?" 

Teddy nodded happily. "Yes, Mark told me yesterday." 

Mr. Graves nodded slowly. "Yes, Mark -- he's a policeman -- in fact he 
arrested you, isn't that right?" 

"Yes, sir," Teddy looked away, wishing to avoid the man's searching eyes. 

"He's a handsome man," Mr. Graves continued, watching Teddy closely. 

"Yes, sir," Teddy responded uneasily. Mr. Graves was silent for a moment. 

"Does he have a big cock?" he asked suddenly. 

Teddy looked at him directly. "Yes, sir." There was no point in avoiding the 
issue, since they had had sex together many times. 

"Bigger than mine?" Again Teddy avoided his eyes. 

"Yes, sir." The officer grunted and then was silent. His eyes scanned the 
boy standing rigidly, his eyes downcast. 

"Take off your clothes, Teddy," he ordered. 

The bright blue eyes stared into the officer's for a moment with poorly 
disguised dislike, but also a certain amount of resignation. Then slowly he 
stripped off his T-shirt and dropped his pants. He stood mute but proud, his 
youthful, muscular body glowing in the soft light on the desk. 

As Mr. Graves' eyes burned over the sensuous frame, his hand went to his fly 
and slowly took out his stiffening cock. He stroked it slowly as he surveyed 
the virile form, perhaps for the last time. He had become very aroused by 
Teddy and regretted that their sex sessions would soon end. 

Although he was not truly interested in Mr. Graves, Teddy's cock could not 
remain unaffected as the officer stroked himself to rigidity. Unbidden, 
Teddy's cock began to rise, and Mr. Graves was surprised again at the size 
of the boy's prick. 

"That must have grown about an inch since you came here six months ago," he 
commented, his hand beginning to move more swiftly. "You're bigger than I am 
now." 

Teddy wished he could go, but Mr. Graves' admiration was not unpleasant. 

"Turn around, Teddy." 

Slowly Teddy turned his ass to the man, his feet spread slightly. Mr. Graves 
hummed his approval of the small round buns, so perky and proud. 

"Bend over," he ordered somewhat breathlessly. 

Teddy bent over, but not enough for the officer. 

"Lean your elbows on the couch and spread your feet wide." Teddy did as he 
was told. 

Mr. Graves knelt behind the boy and feasted his eyes on the trim ass 
completely revealed to him. Then he plunged into the asscrack, his mouth 
searching, his tongue penetrating, consuming the beautiful boy under his 
command. 

Teddy moaned appreciatively. He missed his treatment with Mark, but realized 
that Mark would never come to that point. He was resigned to that also. 

Mr. Graves dropped his pants and continued to jerk off his stiff cock as he 
ate out the boy. Teddy pushed back against the probing tongue, opening up 
his ass channel for masculine entry. 

The officer rose to his feet and abruptly shoved his throbbing cock into 
Teddy with a moan. Teddy stood his ground and soon was moving in rhythm, his 
knees bent to accommodate the big cock in his ass. It felt good -- it was 
hard and long -- but it wasn't Mark. 

Mr. Graves plunged into the handsome boy, his breath beginning to come in 
gasps. 

"Take my cock, boy -- I'm fucking your ass, kid -- tight, hot ass made for 
fucking..." 

"Yes, sir, give it to me -- shove it in as hard as you want..." 

The officer pulled the boy's hips hard against his plunging crotch, burying 
his rigid cock to the balls. In and out he moved, his face flushing with the 
intense excitement. 

"I'm going to flood you, kid -- yes, I'm coming -- your tight ass clenching 
my prick -- take my cum -- Ahhhhh!" The plunging prick gushed deep, jerking 
against the velvet ass walls as it emptied its creamy cum. "Ugh! -- Ugh! -- 
Ugh!" The officer almost fell from the weakness of draining his jizz into 
Teddy's hot ass. 

As his cock dribbled its last, he sagged away, his cock pulling free, and he 
dropped to the couch in exhaustion. 

"You really drained me, kid," he moaned, stretching out on his stomach to 
recover. He breathed rapidly and deeply, trying to regain his composure. 

Teddy watched the man recover, his own stiff cock jerking and throbbing in 
his hand. His eyes moved down to the firm asscheeks of the officer who had 
just fucked him. 

Silently he deposited some saliva in his hand and smeared it gently on the 
exposed asshole. Mr. Graves jerked with the first contact, but then lay 
still. Teddy smoothed the tight muscle ring with his fingertips until he 
felt relaxation. Then he inserted one finger gently, almost immediately 
striking the sensitive prostate and bringing a moan to Mr. Graves' lips. The 
man's ass raised slightly. He was ready and willing. 

Teddy climbed aboard and wasted no time filling the eager ass with stiff 
cock. He didn't often have a chance to be on top, and intended to make the 
best of it. The tight ass opened, embracing the rigid cock. 

Teddy pushed to the depths and the officer groaned with pleasure. 

"Oh, yes, Teddy -- your cock is so nice and big -- thick and hard -- fuck me 
hard, kid -- shove it to me!" 

Teddy fucked him hard. His hips began to move like a piston, ramming, 
filling, fucking the trembling ass with the force of a man and the virility 
of youth. The fact that the recipient was an officer, his superior at the 
home, did not detract from Teddy's pleasure, but did not actually add to it. 
He did not respect the counselor, but his ass felt good and the man 
obviously loved it. 

"Do you like my stiff cock?" he demanded, getting into the spirit. 

The officer grunted rhythmically as the young body mashed him into the 
couch. "Oh yes, Teddy -- your big cock up my ass feels so good!" 

Teddy's muscles rippled as he moved, his asscheeks clenching strongly as he 
plunged into the ass. The hairless ball sac slapped against the asscheeks 
with each thrust. 

"Give me your load, Teddy -- your sweet cum -- fill my ass!" 

As if responding to an order, Teddy did just that. His thick cock began to 
spurt powerful streams of hot cum, coating the trembling ass tunnel and 
filling the void. Teddy gasped and groaned, lunging hard and deep, crushing 
the moaning officer under his masculine weight. 

"Take it, fucker! My hot load in your ass, cop!" Teddy was amazed to hear 
himself take charge -- become the aggressor. But Mr. Graves only moaned 
happily, meeting every thrust and muttering over and over, "Oh, yes -- oh, 
yes!" 

Teddy's reservoir of jism seemed endless, but finally he slumped forward, 
his climax over. Then he gently pulled out and stared for a moment at the 
policeman he had fucked. 

"I guess I had better get back to the dorm," he muttered finally. Mr. Graves 
was silent. Teddy slipped on his pants but the officer still did not move. 

"I'll be leaving now," Teddy said uncertainly. Still no response. But as 
Teddy tiptoed to the door, he noticed a pleased smile on Mr. Graves' face. 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

When Mark finished work on Wednesday, Teddy had already returned home and 
was settling down to familiar surroundings. When Mark appeared, Teddy rushed 
to meet him, beaming. 

"Have you told him yet?" Mark asked Carol. 

"No, I wanted to wait until you arrived," she said. Teddy looked from Carol 
to Mark questioningly. 

"Told me what?" 

Carol came to stand next to Mark and he put his arm around her. 

"Teddy, Mark and I are to be married. You will have anew father. Isn't that 
great?" She turned to Mark and kissed him hard. Mark returned the kiss, but 
less enthusiastically. 

Teddy's face dropped, his color draining. He was in shock. Just when he was 
happy that everything was going to work out, his world crumbled about him! 
Mark, his beautiful man -- his hero -- his sex idol, in love with his 
mother! If he loved his mother, he couldn't love him, he thought 
simplistically. Mark could not be his if he belonged to his mother! It was 
better to be in the home, where Mark could visit him once a week and they 
could be together without interference! He was shattered. 

Tears sprang into his eyes. His hands clenched as he watched his mother and 
Mark kissing, something Mark had only done once to him and that time in the 
throes of orgasm! 

He wheeled and dashed out of the door, running rapidly. 

Mark and Carol were startled. Mark started after him, but Carol stopped him. 

"Wait, Mark. Maybe it has come as too much of a surprise to him. He probably 
just wants to be alone for a while and think about this new development." 

Mark returned uncertainly. Carol probably knew Teddy better than he; at 
least she should know what to expect in situations like this, he decided. 

They sat together silently in the living room, each thinking their own 
thoughts and waiting for Teddy to return. But he did not appear. Finally 
Carol started preparations for dinner, but still no Teddy. By now the sun 
was setting. 

"Carol, I've got to try to find him." 

Carol nodded. There was nothing else to do. 

"Where do you think he might go?" 

She thought for a moment. 

"He used to spend much of his time in the park. It's only a few blocks away, 
you know. That's the most likely spot, I guess." 

"The park!" Mark blurted. The glory hole! Finding him now became even more 
urgent. Mark rushed out into the gathering darkness, running the few blocks 
to the park. 

He immediately went to the men's room, but there was no one there. He felt 
some relief, but now where should he look? Vaguely he noticed a familiar car 
parked nearby, but it did not impress on his mind; his thoughts were frantic 
for Teddy. 

As he stood near the men's room considering likely places to look, he heard 
a gruff voice, apparently coming from a clump of bushes nearby. 

"Suck it, kid, or I'll blow your head off!" 

Mark whirled in the direction of the sound, but heard no more. Then he heard 
what might have been a sob. Quietly he approached the bushes. 

The light was growing dimmer, but he finally spotted a figure of a man 
standing in the bushes, partly concealed. Mark crept closer and sought an 
opening in the shoulder-high bushes. Finding one, he gasped with 
recognition. 

It was Dick Roberts, in full police uniform, standing rigidly and looking 
down. In his hand was his gun and it was pointed at the kneeling figure in 
front of him. Mark then could see the bright blond hair and the upturned 
face of the boy clearly. He was obviously frightened and cringing from the 
sergeant. 

"I said suck it!" Dick grabbed Teddy by the hair, the wavy, silken strands, 
and shoved his face into his groin. Mark could then see Dick's stiff cock 
protruding from his uniform pants. Holding the boy's hair, Dick forced 
Teddy's head back and forth. 

"You suck him off, don't you?" he snarled. He pulled Teddy's face up, 
demanding an answer. Teddy did not respond. 

"Mark's been coming to see you, hasn't he? And you suck his beautiful prick, 
don't you, kid?" he nearly screamed. 

Teddy merely nodded, unable to speak. Dick pushed him down on his cock with 
one hand; the other hand was pointing the gun directly at Teddy's head. 

"And you take his cock in your ass, too, don't you, kid?" Teddy could not 
talk; Dick's cock was shoved deep in his throat. 

Dick pulled him out and tilted Teddy's head up viciously by his hair -- that 
silky, wavy hair. 

"Doesn't he?" he shouted. "He sticks his thick cock into you and cums in 
your ass, doesn't he?" Dick screamed, pressing the gun barrel against the 
boy's temple. Teddy nodded mutely, sobbing miserably. 

"You took him away from me, you cocksucker!" Dick gave a tormented groan, 
pushing Teddy back on his cock. He held the weapon at Teddy's head, becoming 
more and more agitated with his grief as well as the sexual stimulation that 
Teddy's struggling mouth was producing. Tears began streaming down Dick's 
face. "He would be mine if it weren't for you, you blond faggot!" 

Mark was growing steadily more frightened. He was shocked at the intensity 
of the man -- his desperation. Dick was capable of anything in his present 
state. 

The sergeant began to strain and moan, raping Teddy's face. 

"You took Mark away from me -- now you're going to pay!" Dick was obviously 
close to orgasm, gasping and viciously fucking the boy's mouth. His tears 
were flowing and Teddy was racked with sobs, choking around the big cock 
jammed into his throat. 

Mark suddenly reacted -- he had to stop this! He stood up clearly exposed at 
the edge of the bushes in the near darkness. 

"Stop it! Stop it, you bastard!" 

Dick whirled toward the voice. He saw only a white blur in the gloom, a 
point of resistance, an interruption in his imminent orgasm. He reacted by 
reflex. 

He raised the gun and fired one shot at the pale spot above the bushes. 

A black hole appeared in the middle of Mark's forehead. The white blur hung 
suspended for a moment and then the policeman slumped to the ground. 

Death was instantaneous. 

After deliberating only three hours, the jury in the trial of Richard 
Roberts returned a guilty verdict to the charge of second degree murder. The 
defense had claimed that the charge should have been manslaughter, since the 
killing took place when the officer was under intense mental strain. 
Apparently the jury believed the strain did not excuse the defendant's 
actions in shooting Mark Fellows. 

Teddy was protected from publicity during the trial because of his age. His 
mother announced to the press that she planned to move with her son to San 
Diego, where she would marry Marine Sergeant John Dirk, a friend of her late 
husband. 


THE END
