Chapter 5
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."