Jeff had raised Kyle alone these past ten years since his wife's death and he knew he'd be gone to college soon and would miss these times so he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to be with his Boy. Kyle enjoyed these trips too. He truly enjoyed spending time with his Dad, something not many 19 year olds could say.
They drove along the back roads, driving a little faster than the speed limit, but after all they were back roads and not many people traveled them. It felt good to have the wind rushing all around them with the top down and the radio playing. So good in fact that at first neither Jeff nor Kyle heard the siren or saw the flashing lights behind them. Once Jeff saw this he pulled off to the side of the road. He could handle this.
The driver’s side door of the police car opened and out stepped the officer. He was 6'3" and solid with short blond hair and a deep tan. As he swaggered over to Jeff and Kyle his tight tan uniform strained against his chest and butt giving the appearance that his beautifully muscular body may rip free from his uniform at any moment.
"License and registration," stated the officer.
"Officer what seems to be the problem?" asked Jeff.
"Do you know the speed limit here?" asked the officer.
"35?"
"That’s correct. And how fast were you going?"
"40 or so," Jeff lied.
"I don't think so. Try 55," responded the officer sarcastically. "Now license and registration."
"Look Officer..." Jeff looked at the Officers badge. "Officer Marks I am truly sorry. I must have been so caught up in my conversation with my Son that I didn't realize. I assure you I don't break the law."
"That’s good, now license and registration," stated Officer Marks as he held out his hand. Jeff just sighed and reached in the glove box for his registration and pulled his license from his wallet. He handed them over to Officer Marks who took them. As he looked at the license and back at Jeff he asked, "Jeff Hyatt? Jeff Hyatt the attorney?"
Jeff was impressed that this young officer who couldn't have been any more than 24 had recognized him. He must be making a difference; his name was out there. He felt confident now that he'd beat the ticket. Now Jeff was smiling. "Yes, That’s right," he answered.
Officer Marks just shock his head, "That makes it even worse."
With that the smile disappeared from Jeff's face. "What do you mean worse?" asked Jeff. "You're an attorney. You should know the law--and with your son in the car. Don't you think you should set a better example?" again Officer Marks just shock his head.
For the first time Kyle spoke up, "Officer Marks, Sir. Really it was an accident my Father is normally a very careful driver and no one was hurt. I mean nothing happened. So couldn't you just give him a warning? Please tell us what to do to get out of this ticket." Jeff gave Kyle a look as if to say "shut up". What was he doing he was going to make things worse?
All of a sudden the Officer got an evil grin on his face." Listen Kid if I want your opinion I'll ask for it. I don't need any lip from you! All right! Outta the car! Now!"
Kyle looked at Jeff and whispered, "Sorry, Dad."
"Alright stand in front of the car with your hands on the hood," ordered Officer Marks. "Officer pleases. This is totally unnecessary," said Jeff.
"I'll say what’s necessary now hands on the hood legs spread wide. I have to make sure you men don't have any concealed weapons."
Each man did as he was told. Officer Marks began with Jeff. He started patting him down starting with his chest. He wrapped his big arms around Jeff and began to feel his barrel chest. And was that Jeff's imagination or did he pinch his nipple. The Officer then worked his way down Jeff's tight stomached and to his crotch where he spent more time than needed feeling up Jeff's huge 8" cock. He the worked his hands down the front of the thighs to the calves and up the back of the thighs. He stopped at Jeff's big beefy manly ass and caressed that for a while then worked his way to up Jeff's muscular back.
When he was through mauling Jeff he moved on to Kyle. He was especially attentive to his hard round ass and big 9" cock as he grouped at the 19 year olds lean muscular body. As he felt up Father and Son Officer marks got an idea. "Alright both of you stand up straight. I'm not happy with this search. I think you men may be hiding something. I'll have to do a more thorough search. So I want to each to strip to your underwear."
"What!?" asked Kyle.
"Now wait one minute Officer all we did was speed and anyway were out in the open. Anyone driving by could see us," added Jeff.
"This road is not well traveled and even if someone does see you that’s your own fault. Now do you strip to your briefs or do I take you in for resisting an Officer?" said Officer Marks as he grinned sadistically at Father and Son.
"We better do as he says Son," said Jeff to Kyle.
As Each man began to undress wild fantasies filled their heads. Each man was secretly attracted to the other. And not since a perverted cabbie "forced" them to fuck around together had they seen each other naked. So each, Father and Son alike were excited at the thought of seeing the other scantily clad. And who knows what else the Officer has in mind. Plus both men kind of enjoyed being controlled by this hot young Officer, though neither would admit to that.
Now Jeff and his Son stood before Officer Marks clad only in their underwear. Kyle was wearing a very skimpy pair of blue and white-stripped bikini briefs that barely covered his semi erect manhood. The tight stretchy fabric hugged his beautiful round cheeks and crept slightly up his ass crack exposing the bottom half of his milky white buttocks for all to see. Jeff simply wore a white thong--his large beefy ass hanging out in plain view. His own cock was beginning to stir within the confines of his thong.
"What the fuck are you wearing!?" Officer Marks asked Jeff.
Jeff whispered his response, "A thong."
"Excuse me. What I didn't hear you. Speak up when talking to me and address me as Sir!" smirked the officer.
Embarrassed and strangely aroused Jeff responded, "It's a thong, Sir."
"You like showing off your body?"
"I don't know, Sir"
"Yeah well I think you do so turn for us and let me and your Boy see that big hot ass of yours!" barked Officer Marks.
Jeff could feel his dick growing as he turned his ass toward the Officer and his Son. The thought of these two hot young men staring at him really turned Jeff on. And the fact that one was his Son made him even hotter.
To Kyle the Officer asked, "So what do you think? Does your Daddy have a nice ass?"
"I don't know, sir, he's my Father," Kyle answer defensively.
"Yeah well your cock says you do. Look at it grow."
Kyle looked down to see his horse dick about the rip the material of his little bikini briefs. "Now I want you to search you Dad for any weapons," ordered the Officer.
"What?" asked Kyle.
"You heard me your gonna do a strip search on your Dad. Now move it!! Alright now turn back around and face your Son," this last part was directed at Jeff who did as he was told. When Jeff turned back around Officer Marks gasped at the amount his cock had grown. He knew that the Hyatt men were getting turned on by this and now he had the proof in their hard dicks. "Okay kid, feel your daddy’s big pecs."
Kyle Reached out and began to caress his Fathers big barrel chest. He started pinching the nipples. Jeff jumped when he first did it but got into it quickly. Kyle continued rubbing his Dad up to his shoulders. They were now standing face to face as Kyle wrapped his arms around Jeff and began to massage his upper back.
"That’s it," said the Officer as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own 7 1/2" cock. "You better inspect your Father's mouth, kid. And use your tongue."
Kyle stared into his father’s eyes. They both wanted this and each could see it in the others eyes. The hot passion burned between them as Kyle pulled his father into him and began his assault on Jeff's mouth. There was nothing slow and easy about this kiss it was rough and passionate, very animalistic. Kyle’s tongue entered his Dad's mouth as he ran his fingers though his hair pulling his Dad in closer. Neither man wanted this to end. Jeff ran his hands down his Son's back and rested them on his bubble butt. Jeff began to group Kyle's ass as Father and Son made out on the side of the road in broad daylight for all to see, and both men could have cared less.
"That's good you follow instruction very well Boy," said Officer Marks. "But we still have the matter of your Daddy breaking the law. Don't you think he should be punished?"
Both men broke the embrace simultaneously and stared at the sadistic Officer. What was he getting at both men wondered.
"Well, answer me Boy don't you think your Father needs to be punished?"
"I supposed so Officer Marks, Sir," shrugged Kyle not knowing what to say.
"And how should he be punished?"
"I don't know," answer Kyle.
"When you were naughty growing up how did daddy punish you?"
"He'd spank me sometimes," answered Kyle still not sure if that’s what Officer Marks wanted to hear.
"Good Boy. And that's what your gonna do the dear old Dad. Your gonna spank his ass," laughed the Officer.
Jeff spoke up, "Wait one minute. If you think I'm gonna let my own Son spank me you have another thing coming!" "I suggest you remember who's in charge here! If you don't do as I say I'll throw you both in jail! And I'm sure they'd love both your hot little asses in there. So, don't fucking argue with me! Now you.!" he pointed at Kyle get over there and sit on that big rock next to that tree. And Dad you get over his lap," ordered Officer Marks.
As Kyle and Jeff headed for the rock Officer Marks couldn't help but stare at those two hot asses. Jeff's totally exposed except for the little string riding up his ass crack and Kyle's pouring out from under his skimpy bikini briefs.
Kyle sat down and Jeff stood before him, a mixture of arousal and nausea filled him. He wanted this in the worst way but yet he still felt wrong. But, after all he had no choice he was being forced to do this. That's what he told himself at least. He looked at the Officer who just pointed to Kyle's lap. Jeff complied and laid across his son's muscular thighs his own ass in the air.
"Good," said the officer. "Now I want you to tell Daddy what a bad boy he's been and spank him good."
Kyle looked down into his Dad's eyes for approval and he got what he was looking for. Jeff gave a slight nod of his head, as if to say, "It's okay Son spank your Daddy". Kyle could see in his Fathers eyes that he wanted this as much as he did. Kyle raised his hand and brought it down hard on Jeff's big muscular ass. SMACK. Jeff winched at the first blow. SMACK SMACK SMACK.
"You've been very bad Dad," Kyle stated. SMACK SMACK SMAK SMACK.
"Yes Son I'm sorry," responded Jeff getting into the whole thing now.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. "I'm very disappointed in you Dad. You've been naughty and must pay for it."
"Owww Son my ass is burning please stop!, whined Jeff.
"You should have thought about that before you broke the law," said Kyle.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACKSMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Jeff was kicking his legs now and screaming in pain and still he was aroused and even fully erect within the confines of his thong. His ass was beat red. Kyle loved the sight of his big muscular Father over his knee, his ass in the air and all red, at his mercy. He continued the assault on his Dad's poor ass as Officer marks watched and stroked his own rock hard pole.
"Son, please stop! Please I promise I'll be a good Boy. But please stop," Jeff pleaded as the tears began to fill his eyes.
Officer Marks spoke up, "I don't think you want him to stop. I think you want more." Officer Marks approached the Hyatt men and bent down. He grabbed the thin material of Jeff's thong and ripped it from his body. "Now that big hard cock says you want more." To Kyle he said keep spanking with your right hand but I want you to finger your Dad's asshole with your left, while I stroke his big dick."
There was no point in pretending they didn't want it so neither man tried to argue. Kyle spit on his left middle finger and spread his dad's beefy ass cheeks. He inserted a finger and Jeff jumped a little. Kyle just held it there waiting for Jeff to adjust to this invasion on his ass. Then he began to finger his Father as he continued to spank him.
Officer Marks reached between Kyle’s thighs and took hold of Jeff's rock hard 8" and began to stroke. With his other hand he stroked himself as he watched Kyle spank and finger his own Father.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK The blows came quick to Jeff's ass. But even though he was crying like a 10 year old he was loving it. Having his hot Son spank and finger his ass while this sexy yoing Officer stroked his dick. Jeff began to moan in pleasure.
"You like that?" asked Officer Marks. "Yeah you love it! Fuck yeah."
Jeff could feel himself getting close to orgasm. He wanted this to go on forever but knew he couldn't hold off much longer. "I'm getting close," he said.
"That's it Daddy cum for us," instructed Kyle. "Come for your Boy."
Hearing that brought Jeff over the edge. Kyle could feel his Dad's asshole tighten around his finger as Officer Marks milked the cum right out of him.
"Yeah Dad shoot!" yelled Kyle.
Officer Marks was so turned on by the sight of Jeff cumming that he stood up and busted his nut all over Jeff's handsome face. Jeff opened his mouth and caught a few drops on his tounge and greedily swallowed.
"Okay Kid now it's your turn!" barked the Officer. "Pull out that big dick and cum for me and your Daddy."
Kyle knew he was close too. His underwear was covered in precum as he pulled his massive dick out and began to stroke his solid 9 inches.
"Okay get down there and lick your Son's balls," Officer Marks instructed Jeff.
Jeff did as he was told. He got on all fours and began licking his son's big shaved balls. He tried to get both in his mouth but couldn't. He licked and sucked as Kyle stroked his meat. It wasn't long before Kyle was ready to blow.
"Dad I'm gonna cum!" screamed Kyle. And he started to shoot all over his Fathers face, which was still covered with Officer Marks cum. Jeff hurried and put his mouth on his Son's cock to try and get some down his throat.
"Oh yeah Dad!! Fuckin suck the cum outta me."
Officer Marks couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. This father and Son really had gotten into it. As Jeff sucked the last drops of cum out of his Son Officer Marks snapped, "Okay guys. You’re free to go. But if I catch you speeding again you'll get more of the same." With that he got in his car and drove off.
Both men gathered their things and quickly dressed. Jeff used his ripped thong to wipe the cum from his face. As Father and Son headed for the car neither spoke a word about what had happened but both were wondering when they'd be able to take another driver through the country. And if officer Marks would be on duty when they did.
The End
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I've know Kenny, who I refer to as K.Lo, for about 5 years now. As my story progresses you'll understand the nickname. Kenny started at the publishing company where I work as an intern while he was attending college. He was and is a good looking kid. No, he is not actually a kid he was 22 when I first met him but at 12 years his senior he seemed like a kid to me. He has wavy brown hair deep green
It was Halloween. And once again the law firm where Jeff Hyatt practiced law was holding their annual Halloween Charity Masquerade Ball. Jeff & his late wife always loved Halloween and the two of them had passed their love of the holiday onto their now 19 year old son Kyle. Kyle and Jeff never missed the annual Masquerade Ball since the passing of Kyle's mother.This year Jeff opted to go as
Attorney Jeff Hyatt & his 19 year old son Kyle were on their way from a charity affair that his law firm was sponsoring. It had been a black tie affair so both men were dressed to the nines in matching tuxedos. It was going on 2 AM as they drove along the highway. Jeff looked at the digital gas gage which was on the last bar and blinking. He knew he'd need gas before heading into the city
Jeff Hyatt rushed in the door from work in just enough time to shower and change before heading back out the door again. Jeff and his 19-year-old son, Kyle were meeting an old college friend of Jeff's for dinner tonight. Jeff's friend, Greg was celebrating his 40th birthday and the Hyatt men were taking him to dinner in one of the best restaurants in New York City. Jeff hated to drive into the
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon as Jeff Hyatt and his 19-year-old son Kyle drove through the country. Jeff loved to take these long drives in the country and get away from the city for a while. Since he had made partner at his law firm these trips were becoming scarcer. So he treasured them all that much more. Plus it was a good time for him to get together with his Son and just talk and
Kyle was awakened by a loud "THUD". He shot straight up in bed. "What?"he garbbled still half asleep. He looked around his room trying to focus still partly unaware was where he was. As he awoke he realized he was in his own room and that something had awoken him. He had heard a noise, that’s right a noise. But was it real or just part of a dream? Maybe it was his Father. He glanced at his alarm
Lance’s head was spinning after his crazy morning encounter with his new stepdad, Professor Lloyd Tuttle. He would soon learn that Lloyd came to breakfast every morning sporting his morning wood, went out side to get the paper in this state and proceeded with his day until his erection subsided. All of this was done with complete naïveté. His intent was not to flaunt his body. He truly
The rest of Lance’s first day home went pretty much the same with Lloyd, now naked except for his black nylon dress socks and sock garters, going about his afternoon and evening activities acting as if it was completely normal to be in this state in front of his stepson. And Lance’s mom, Gloria, seemed as oblivious as her new husband. But as odd as this all was Lance was enjoying the show
by BubbleButtLuvr Lance Harper knew when his mother remarried things would change but he had no idea just how much. His parents had divorced when he was quit young and his dad moved across country so most of his life it had just been him and his mother, Gloria. Then Lance went away to college. He was hesitant to leave his mother alone but she was insistent that he go. Within two
Geoffrey pressed his ear to Peter's bedroom door. He could hear the shower running in Peter's private bathroom. He stood like that for several minutes listening to be certain that Peter was in the shower. Once he felt certain that Peter would not come out Geoffrey placed is white-gloved hand on the doorknob and turned slowly. The door eased open and Geoffrey crept silently into the room closing
At 39 years of age Oliver Cromwell was the youngest President that Hargrove Savings & Loan had ever had. But even at 39 Oliver had a better body than most men half his age. He stood a towering 6'3" and weighed 250lbs.His arms were an amazing 21" and his chest a staggering 52"; his waist 33" and his quads 28". And his ass, his ass ballooned out into a ridiculously huge 45" giving him a full foot
It was the last day of the week long State Trooper Convention being held in South Beach and Officers Matthews & Carter were getting ready to check out shortly for their 1:00 P.M. flight back home. Their room was a complete mess. Dirty clothes were thrown all over the place. A pair of used multi-colored stripped bikini briefs hung from the a bed side lamp. Officer Jim Matthews arose from a sound
If Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter had know what was in store for them they probably would never have pulled over the old rusty pick up with the Gay Pride sticker plainly placed in the back window of the cap on back. However not having the ability to see into the future they did pull it over and both men learned a lesson they would not soon forget. Officers Matthews & Carter had been
Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter were in South Miami Beach, Florida for their annual week long State Trooper Convention. It was the first day and the men got into town early. It was just after noon and they were already registered at the hotel and unpacked. The convention was scheduled to kick off that night at 7:00 P.M. with a Meet & Greet type dinner with the actual seminars and so forth
I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But, all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City, on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbor, with a courtyard in between. Those of you who have seen the classic movie Rear
I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbors with a court yard in between. Those of you who have seen Rear Window understand. And in some
It had been several weeks since I had been lucky enough to witness 18-year-old Dannny Macmillan's spanking at the hands of his father and I was convinced it was just that, a stroke of good luck. After the incident things remained the much the same, Danny would rise early and go for a run. He'd arrive home at 6:00 A.M. strip down to one of an assortment of skimpy bikini briefs that he owned and
Ricky has worked for me for the past six months and has been driving me into a wild sexual frenzy for just as long. Who am I? My name is Don Corrigan. I'm a 42 year old manager of an outfit called Pack-N-Move. We rent trucks and vans. Anyway, six months ago Ricky comes in for an interview. At 23 the kid is young enough to be my son. But, he's not and he's cute as hell. Jet black hair,
There is nothing particularly earth shattering about my story. My name is Scott. I grew up the Eastern part of the US. I'm 30's years old. I'm a bodybuilder/personal trainer. I stand about 5'10
"Hey watch what you’re doin', asshole! You just spilled your drink on me!” came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now at this point Mark could have apologized. Actually he should have apologized, but that was not Mark's style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply Mark was an asshole. Truth be told Mark had been this way his whole
Ian Marshall's cousin Marie was getting married. While Ian was not part of the wedding party he was still in need of a suit to wear to the ceremony. He hadn't worn a suit in over five years. In fact the last time he wore a suit was when he was fifteen and sang in the church Christmas pageant. He was now twenty three years old and had grown at least three inches. Being in his last year of college
Growing up all I ever heard was, "As long as you live under my roof you'll do as I say, young man!" Yeah my Father was very strict. Up until the time I moved out of his house, at age 22, I had to toe the line or accept the punishment. Punishment was always the same. Dad would make me strip to my briefs with my hands at my sides as he lectured me. Then I'd have to lie across his lap and take some
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