Chapter 10
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.