More Sex on the Way to Jail
Feeling the shaking of the boy gave a thrill to Ted, and now he devoted the full suction - all he could muster - to the enormous cock's head. As he did so, he felt his jaw ease and almost unhinge. Now expanded, one or two inches beyond the head pumped into Ted's mouth. And the cock was hard against his gullet.
The was the absolute King of Cocks, the biggest prick Ted had ever felt or sucked on. He had been down on plenty of them in his 28 years. Ronny's cock almost tore the older cop's mouth, but now, the head squeezed down his throat and several inches of the horse-like hose pushed into his salivating jaw. The more he sucked and the harder he sucked, the more Ronny was shaking. Small, intimate cries came from the boy. Hearing them, Ted melted in warmth. "Oh, sweet Jesus," he thought, "this kid's gonna juice my tonsils. I ain't even got my cock out yet. Going to cream in my uniform just from him fuckin' my throat!"
Big as it was, the cock expanded more in Ted's throat. Absolutely stopped (there was no more room in the cop's gullet), the gusher of jism began. Ted choked on the enormity of the first jets of cum. As he tasted them, sweet and youthful, he eagerly swallowed the spurts of cream as they warmed his throat, then his inner chest en route to his stomach. Spurt after spurt, it was still coming as the first shot of jism entered Ted's stomach. Then Ted felt the tremendous pressure on and in his throat relax a bit. He pulled his head back as the last jet of jazz filled his mouth. He could really taste the freshness of the kid now, and the jism drooled from his lips. He twirled his tongue around the cockhead, savoring the flavor, the exquisite deliciousness of the most beautiful boy, the most enormous cock he would ever taste.
Ronny fell back, limp. He couldn't move. Those thick, plentiful spurts of manhood had drained him, made him weak. Many thoughts now flocked through the boy's mind. One of them was the fact that of all the sex he'd ever had, none attacked his sensual nerves as much as this.
He laid there, still partly covered Cal. But as Cal moved off him, Ronny was still on his back, as if in a faint. But Ronny was in no faint - just in a deeply satisfied glow of warmth entirely new to him.
And now, now another tongue was on his just-relaxing meat. Licking the cum and saliva from his turgid shaft. A grainier tongue, rougher to the feel of the youth as it pushed into his piss-slit. "Like being licked by the cat, when I was a kid," he thought. But the cat had never slurped a tongue up and down, up and down his meat. Nor had teeth gently urged the big vein on the bottom of his cock to swell the head as these teeth were. Nor was there ever before a chin in his nutsack, manipulating back and forth between his huge nuts. Almost as though the chin were urging new jism from those balls.
Where Ted had just greedily sucked and swallowed, taking Ronny's load to the hilt, Cal was a manipulator. Course tongue, maybe, but able to work both balls and cock, depleted though they were. An even stronger erotic feeling overpowered Ronny; he found no will, no wish to move.
Trembling again, the young horse-cock was on a life of its own, unrelated to the satiated stallion that bore it. Ronny wasn't aware that his shoes were being taken off, nor did he realize that another pair of handcuffs were being applied to his ankles. He couldn't control his body to stop it from its gentle shaking. As Cal sucked greedily on the giant stake, the boy's several convulsions of trembling only added spice to what the younger cop was tasting.
Ted had now secured the boy's two ankles. He began undoing the handcuff that bound his left hand to the youth, snapping it then to the sturdy door handle. Moving over Cal, feeling his head bob up and down as he did so, Ted used his key to unlock the handcuff attached to Cal's right hand. It snapped open, falling from Cal's wrist. Ted attached it to the other door handle. Now the kid's arms spread across the back seat, each of his wrists cuffed to opposite door handles. It was a sex foursome, only two of which could move. The kid and the car immobile. Cal and himself supplicants, adorants before a cock mythic in size, immense in content. Oh, yeah, a fifth was present: the rain, it continued to piss down, washing the whole orgy, blessing it with a continual stream of holy water. The lighting adding flashes of electricity - punctuation - to the entire unreal pagan rite of worship.
The movements, much less the proportions of the event, didn't register with the boy. Ronny's young lust now creeped still stronger over him. The cat's tongue on his engorged weapon was urging him on to another crisis. Once more his cock began to expand, the head of it already about to fill Cal's mouth. Now Cal's teeth were behind the cockhead's flange, and the joystick's tip was expanding - forcing - Cal's jaw to its maximum extension. Ronny felt the pressure of the teeth behind the head of his cock. But could do nothing. The cock had its own life, quite apart from Ronny's will or wish. And he felt the blood rush into his cockhead. Cal moaned as his tongue swung side to side 'neath the twin orbs of the giant peckerpoint. And Cal thought to himself, enraptured in pleasure, how much it was like sucking on a very firm peach - all of it in his mouth. Only his tongue could move. It continued to wash the glans. Nor could saliva escape from Cal's distended lips. But cum the huge horsemeat did, gushing, sloshing, vomiting from the very innards of the wayward god. Cal's throat was flooded.
And, as had the older cop, Cal thankfully drank from the spitting prick. Drank as though from the very fountain of life. For that's what it was. God himself on earth, in a California Ford, fucking his very being into the young cop's stomach. Each spasm of jazz only added to Cal's lust. He didn't mind the fact that his own hard cock was giving him great pain mashed tight inside his uniform trousers. It could stay as it was, for he knew eventually, it, too, this night would gush lifeforce.