More Suckoff, But Motion To The Pen Is Coming
Yeh, he was in a spot, all right. Here he was spread-eagled over the seats of that cold Ford, each wrist 'cuffed to the inside door handles. His 13" meat sucked dry, after both those fag cops had their fill, jism droolin' down their chins. And his nuts! Oh, shit, they were drained, despite their huge tennis-ball size, couldn't be nuthin' left in 'em, he thought. Still, the storm was lettin' up, the rain still pelting the car's steel roof, but not in the torrents like before, when he was being had. Whether the cold (couldn't have been more than 45 degrees outside) or his apprehension took the better of him, his whole body started to shake.
He couldn't control it, even as the older cop Ted bent down over his left tit and started to suck it. But now the cop's teeth were in play and shivers of pleasure ran through the blond dude's taunt frame. As the cop's teeth kneaded his tit, gradually his shaking subsided and a warm glow started in his newly rising cock.
Sensing the kid was now relaxing again, the younger cop, Cal, moved his mouth to the youth's opened groin. He opened his mouth to the maximum, sucking on the bigger left nut, urging it into his mouth. Pop! And the delicious nut, curly blond hair, sack skin and all were in the warmth of his mouth. "Fuck," the cop thought, "sure would like to get both these gobs of swingin' meat - the whole sac - into my suck hole." But try as he did, his teeth were too much in the way, even with his jaw fully opened, to allow both of the massive nuts into his eager cavity. So, he alternated. "Almost big as tennis balls," he thought, "EACH of 'em!" His eyes rolled in his head, such was the delirious joy of the punk's sac on his tongue.
Ronny couldn't control himself. Tits sucked, each in turn, while both balls were getting the loving licking, washing, sucking they'd never had. "Chicks don't know shit," he thought to himself. "Fuck it, these cops - fags, cops, hunks - I don't care what, sure the shit can suck!" A deep and long moan came from the kid, his body shake just tremors now, pleasurable nerve reactions of joy.
Ted then moved his mouth up and down the boy's chest and stomach - back and forth, his tongue forming circles and lines - until he came to the thick bush of curly blond hair at the crotch. His hand let go of the massive prick, now nearly as erect as before, as his mouth opened wide to claim the cockhead again for worship. He moved slowly, until the head knocked against his tonsils, and began sucking in a slow, easy motion.
Ronny moaned again, this time louder.
The frenzied suckoff Ronny had undergone not half-an-hour earlier didn't develop again. Ted was sucking slowly, barely using more than three or four inches of the massive staff. Nor could he. The cockhead alone with maybe a few inches was enough to completely fill his eager, distended mouth. And, he found, the slower the moved his mouth, the louder came the groans of pleasure from the kid. The more his stomach twitched in joy. Cal, of course, was still mouthing the massive ballsack, one nut at a time - in a seventh heaven of his own. But Cal was alert enough to proclaim his love for the boy through his hands as they caressed the boy's inner thighs. Lovingly, achingly, flesh against flesh told the youth his body was wanted, needed.
Ted sucked for a full fifteen minutes, pushing the youngster into several fits of shaking. When he felt the cock expand and heard the moans come more often, he would slow down, and both subsided. His right fist nearly encircled the base of the cockshaft; nearly, as the huge appendage was too big at the base even for his adult fist. Ted thought, "The fuckin' main artery under his cock is swollen as big as my middle finger. Shit! I'll never see a bigger cock than this, nor enjoy any as much."
Ted frigged the cockstaff, to again plug his mouth with the joy of a fully engorged head absolutely stuffing his eager mouth. Now the kid was close. And, again, the spurts came. Jism shooting into the older cop's tonsils, warming even the bottom of his feet, as the now watery cum sluiced down his throat. Ronny's body froze as he was spending, his whole body taunt and rigid - only when the last drop of jazz was squeezed from his dick the kneading cheeks of the cop would he relax. A great sigh, a moan, a hymn to cumming left the boy's mouth.
Both Ted and Cal rocked back on their knees, spent. Ted reached into his shirt pocket for a smoke, offering one to the boy, slipping it from the pack into the kid's lips. Then, digging for matches, realized his whole uniform pants were wet in the front. He cum in his jeans, probably twice, he thought, just juicin' and salivating over that monstrous cock.
"You're the finest meat in the West, boy," he offered. "I'd swallow that joint of yours any day of the week - and you know it!"
Ronnie assented with a low "Yeh, Big Daddy, you suck like a champ."
"Enough's enough, Ted." The younger cop was climbing over into the front seat now. "We gotta get our asses there before Warden's lockup or we're in deep shit." Cal emphasized his decision by starting the car's engine. Ted only nodded in agreement, too spent to want anything now but motion, and warmth from the heater, and this Adonis with his beautiful chest and ass and now-limp meat only inches from his adoring gaze.
The car was soon back on pavement and the going now was much faster than it had been those innocent few hours ago. Ted remained sitting next to the boy, still shackled to each of the door handles. Cal's back was warm against the kid's leg, the cop's left arm over it, his hand rubbing the boy's foot and hairy leg. Still, despite the appreciation Ronny could discern, he could feel every bump in the road. Soon his back started to ache. To ease it, he let his neck and head drop from the top of the back seat. That helped. But he was now bent backward to almost an inverted "U", his ass still resting on the top of the front seat. Ted moved then, putting himself almost under the boy. He cradled the kid's back on his chest. His two hands again rubbed the smooth, youthful torso.
"Boy, the warden's in a for a real surprise," the older cop offered, as he continued to dust his palms over the boy's chest and waist. "You may not realize it, dude, but prison rules for kids like you ain't the same as for other cons. No, sir!" He interrupted his voicing to take the cig butt from the boy's mouth. "Still want it, babe?" "Sure," the kid offered, blowing the smoke out easily, appreciatively.
"Nope," Ted continued, "when a handsome kid like you gets into Reggie's clutches, you sure learn fast what the Warden wants. That dong of yours is gonna get lots of exercise. Heck, you've got a bigger cock than any of the punks that live under 'private rules'. And I know Reggie. See, he's the Warden. And he likes 'em handsome, you can bet on that! But he also likes 'em handsome, young like you, gotta be in your teens, see? Handsome kids with nice cocks. Big cocks - nice strong cocks like you. Boy! When he sees that giant you're packin', he's gonna have a fit! So, make up your mind: you and your prick are gonna see lots of action."
As Ted continued to talk, Ronny absorbed every word, as though each spelled a certain doom on him. And his thoughts raced forward. "Maybe," he thought to himself, "this warden is into dungeon shit, torture and heavy duty pain. Oh, fuck, why can't we just head for the border. . . I don't wanna go to the stir!"