Chapter 8
As they changed clothes, Mark was nervous. As soon as he could, he dove into the pool to cool off.
Teddy was a good swimmer, and dove down to the bottom of the pool, swimming under water easily, showing off for Mark's benefit. They competed to see which one could stay under water the longest. Teddy's laughing face and gamboling antics pleased Mark. But watching the muscular boy in the bikini flashing through the water did not help to soften his cock. It remained semi-hard and ready at a moment's notice to come completely to life.
Mark was floating, trying to regain control, and Teddy was underwater somewhere. Suddenly he surfaced between Mark's legs, planted a quick kiss on Mark's bulging crotch, and immediately dove under water again.
Mark was startled and looked around to see if anyone had been watching. The pool area was still deserted except for them. Mark dove looking for Teddy and began to chase him. Teddy eluded him until Mark trapped him in a corner of the pool's deep end. He reached for him but Teddy slipped away. Mark's hand closed on the top of the bikini in front, and as Teddy moved away, the swim suit was pulled down. Teddy's cock sprang free and it was stiff and throbbing. Mark released him immediately.
They both came to the surface on opposite sides of the pool, staring hard at each other. Mark's cock was fully erect by then.
"I -- guess we should rest for a while," Mark said quietly.
Teddy grinned broadly at him. "Yes, let's go to the room for a while," he suggested playfully. They both climbed from the pool and dried themselves at the edge. Both erections were plainly in evidence, and they looked at each other hungrily, naked lust in their eyes.
Mark fumbled with the key in the door, but finally they were in. Both immediately stripped off their wet suits and dried their crotches, watching each other, their hard cocks bobbing in the air. Then the towels were dropped and they stood staring.
For the first time, Teddy initiated their lovemaking. He slowly walked over to Mark, dropped to his knees at his feet, and began to trail his moist tongue up and down along the sides of the huge cock. Mark groaned and grasped the boy's head, the silky blond curls soft to his rough fingers. Teddy's tongue set him on fire and his whole body began to tremble. Then Teddy began to stroke the moist cock with both hands as he licked the ball sac, looking up at Mark with that worshipful gaze that so excited Mark.
"Teddy," he said softly.
Teddy stopped licking for a moment. "Yes, sir?"
"I brought my uniform along."
Teddy's eye lit up. "Great! Would you put it on, please?"
Mark took the uniform from the overnight bag. He donned the shirt but left it unbuttoned. He put on the pants but did not fasten the belt or fly. His stiff prick protruded from the fly. He turned for Teddy's inspection.
Teddy stared at him, entranced. He fondled his stiff cock, looking at Mark with devotion in his eyes.
"The gun, too," he whispered.
Mark strapped on the gun in its holster. Teddy's hand rhythm increased, his cock dripping with excitement. Then he walked to Mark and dropped to his knees again.
To Mark's surprise, the boy began to lick Mark's bare toes and feet, kissing them and murmuring as his tongue intruded between the toes and along the sides of the feet. Mark had never experienced this before, and he moaned with the thrill of the devoted service. Then Teddy gently raised his foot and took all the toes into his mouth, sucking strongly. Mark groaned and trembled from joy. Then Teddy did the same with the other foot, his gaze directed upward at the uniformed policeman with his gun at his side, whose rigid prick was protruding gloriously. Teddy's cock dragged over the carpeting, dribbling pre-cum.
Mark stood completely still as Teddy began to lick the uniform trouser legs, sucking the tough material into his mouth and then moving to a new spot further up. Eventually he moved to the back and worked his way up to the ass. He pushed his face between Mark's asscheeks and blew his hot breath through the material. His hands fumbled with the one button holding the pants in place, and soon the pants were loose. Keeping the gun belt in place, Teddy worked the pants down in back so that Mark's asscheeks were completely exposed.
He kissed and nibbled the firm, muscular buns as Mark moaned. Then he gently pushed Mark down to bend at the waist so that the man's asscrack was exposed. Teddy licked around the crack in circles, working his way to Mark's asshole. When he reached it he kissed and licked the tight opening tenderly.
"Ughhhh!" Mark groaned. "Oh, God!" he cried as the boy's tongue probed deeper. He had never known such excruciating pleasure! The beautiful boy was eating his asshole, his most tender place, and his whole body responded.
Teddy attacked the asshole more vigorously, licking hard and attempting to insert his tongue. As he worked, the ass muscles relaxed and he was able to push past the puckered ring. Mark groaned loudly, his knees trembling. Teddy grasped the policeman's huge, throbbing cock and began to stroke it roughly, increasing the delirium. After a moment the prick jerked powerfully.
Teddy's hand stopped its movement. He was afraid Mark would climax and deprive him of the pleasure he desired. Reluctantly he left the tempting asshole and moved around to the front. He dove down on the throbbing prick, taking almost all of it in his mouth and throat.
Mark grunted and thrust deep. The hot mouth set his balls to churning. He had waited a week for this, and he could barely stand the pleasure now. Nothing -- his hand, a queer he was arresting, nothing could compare with the ecstasy Teddy could produce with his lips and cheeks and tongue!
But Teddy had something else in mind. He knew Mark was close to orgasm, so he stopped sucking and switched to Mark's balls. Mark grasped the boy's head, moving it from ball to ball, caressing the soft hair voluptuously.
Then Teddy stopped and rose to his feet. Mark looked at him in surprise, but Teddy walked to the bed and lay face down, his legs spread widely.
"Will you fuck me, Mark?" he asked looking back over his shoulder.
Mark was shocked. "Fuck you? In the ass, you mean?"
"Yes, please! Please stick your big cock into me with your uniform on!"
Mark stared in disbelief at the boy, but slowly pulled his pants up around his hips, buttoning them and adjusting the gun belt. He looked at Teddy's trim ass standing so proudly, and the hairless asshole he was being asked to violate. How could his big cock enter that tiny ass? He knew it would be very painful for the boy!
"Are you sure, Teddy?"
"Oh, yes, please!" Teddy's ass was moving from side to side excitedly. "Please, sir, fuck me!"
Still uncertain, Mark knelt between the boy's spread legs. Teddy deposited some saliva in his hand and spread it over his asshole. Then he spread more on Mark's throbbing cockhead. The wet hand stroking his cock almost brought Mark to his climax.
"Now push it in, sir. Fuck my ass!"
Mark could see the puckered opening. He placed the broad cockhead against it and pushed gently. Nothing happened.
"Harder!" demanded Teddy.
Mark pushed and maintained pressure for a moment. To his amazement the cock entered the boy! Teddy moaned and stiffened, then again relaxed, but said nothing.
Mark continued to push steadily and the cock gradually disappeared into the boy's smooth asshole. As he advanced, Mark began to feel the warmth of the boy's inner core, and it seemed to caress him with velvet fingers.
"Oh, yes," moaned Teddy happily. "All the way, please!"
Mark couldn't stop now. He shoved hard, and the entire cock was engulfed by the boy's hot ass. Mark's uniform pants grated against the boy's ass as the policeman shoved hard against the creamy asscheeks, his mind reeling with the intense sensation. Teddy began to twist and move his ass in circles around the impaling cock, and Mark almost came from that action alone. The gun holster dragged along Teddy's asscheek.
"Fuck me hard -- please, sir!" Teddy groaned.
Mark had no choice. He began to thrust violently into the welcoming ass. Teddy rose invitingly to meet every thrust. The boy was thrilled with the man prick, thrusting in and out. The policeman trembled with lust and joy. Teddy could do anything, be anything, that a woman could, but he was still a man, or would be when he was a little older.
"Oh, Teddy, it's so tight, so hot, so smooth..." Mark heard himself say, as he pounded his throbbing cock joyfully into the boy. The hot ass channel seemed to grasp and release him as he plunged in and out.
"Do I make you happy?" Teddy grunted between thrusts.
"I've never -- felt anything so great!" Mark groaned.
"I -- love your cock in me, sir," Teddy responded as best he could.
"I'm going to cum Teddy -- cum in your hot ass!"
The last words were groaned as his orgasm came on like a freight train, sweeping everything with it. His entire body was wrenched with joy as his balls fired their cum like missiles into the boy's tight, hot ass.
"Aggghhhhhhh!" Mark shouted, filling the boy full of his cum, his huge cock throbbing against the walls of the boy's hot ass. Mark shoved hard, pressing the boy into the mattress and the boy's cock into the bed so that it spurted its load onto the coverlet. Teddy moaned with joy as he felt the man cumming and his own spurts begin. With each thrust, Teddy's smile grew broader. He knew he was making Mark happy. The giving and receiving was the most pleasurable experience in life to him.
Mark's orgasm began to wane and he collapsed on Teddy's back, his face coming to rest beside Teddy's on the bed. The soft blonde hair tickled his cheek as his last dribbles oozed into the boy. The buttons on his shirt made marks on Teddy's back, but Teddy could also feel the bristly black chest hairs, and the cock still in his ass seemed as big and hard as ever. To be under the policeman, feeling the uniformed body stretched out on top of him, was supreme joy in itself.
Teddy turned toward Mark, gasping only inches away. He kissed the cheek lovingly, thrilling to the beginnings of an afternoon beard. Mark did not react, so Teddy kissed him again. Very faintly Teddy whispered, "I love you," in Mark's ear.
Mark's brain was still reeling. He had never had such an experience, where his entire body contrived to bring him to the pinnacle of passion. Even now the boy's ass was gripping and caressing his cock, which refused to soften. He heard the whispered words only vaguely.
As his brain righted itself, he abruptly turned away from the boy. He prick wanted more but his brain was rejecting it. He had to get free! The boy was a devil! He jerked his stiff prick from the warm ass.
Teddy felt empty. He turned toward Mark, who was staring at his cock as if he had never seen it before. Then Mark looked at Teddy, at the soft blond hair in his eyes now, the full lips that had whispered those three words. He saw love in the blue eyes, love deeper than he had even experienced before. They seemed to draw him, hypnotize him -- he had to get away!
Mark rose abruptly and went to the bathroom. He stood under the pounding shower for nearly twenty minutes, trying to calm his mind and get his bearings. Gradually his cock grew limp and his breathing returned to normal, but he still could not face the obvious profound involvement with the boy.
Finally he turned off the water and pulled the curtain aside to look directly into those haunting blue eyes. Teddy was becoming anxious about him.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly.
Mark's only defense was coldness. "Of course -- why shouldn't I be?" he responded brusquely.
Teddy sighed and turned away. Obviously Mark had not changed. He could be intimate and loving only during sex. Would it always be that way?
Teddy also showered and, as he dried his body, saw that Mark was already dressed in civilian clothes again.
"We must get back to the home. It will soon be time for your dinner," he said gruffly.
Teddy dressed silently and they returned to the home.
"Will I see you next weekend?" he asked hopefully.
"I don't know whether I can make it or not," Mark replied shortly. He dropped him off at the gate and returned to the motel.
He opened the motel room door and stood staring at the room. This was where it had happened. There was no sign now except for a wet spot on the coverlet where Teddy must have cum while Mark was [missing text].
Mark stripped off his clothes and put on his wet swim suit. He dove into the pool which now seemed cold. He swam several laps, trying to tire himself, free himself of the battle raging in his head. When he was fatigued he dragged himself from the pool and dressed for dinner.
The menu was simple but the food was quite good. The waiter was a young man with a mustache who looked the policeman over carefully and appreciatively. The young man's pants were a little too tight, and as he walked away from the table he added a little extra wiggle to the trim ass.
Mark almost fled from the dining room. Could the waiter spot him? Could he tell that he was interested in sex with men? Did he really look queer? He hurried through his meal, avoiding the young man's eyes, and returned to his empty room.
The wet spot in the coverlet was still there, drying around the edges. He yanked the spread from the bed and tossed it in a corner. He removed his clothes and lay on the blanket, trying to watch TV, but'nothing interested him. There was a police show on one channel, but the actors wore their uniforms in such a way that he could almost see their cocks bulging in their pants. Was everybody queer?
He switched off the TV and tried to sleep. Immediately his cock reared high, the bed reminding him of Teddy, his nude body stretched out for him, his hot ass grasping and caressing his stiff cock, his lips whispering, "I love you."
Furious with himself, Mark retrieved the coverlet from the corner and masturbated into the spot where Teddy had cum a few hours before. As his cum spurted into the spread, Mark groaned, "Teddy!" and watched his jism merge with Teddy's.
Then he fell into a fitful sleep.
It must have been after midnight when Mark was awakened by a quiet knock on his door. He sleepily staggered to the door and opened it. Standing there was the waiter from the dining room, apparently finished with work.
Mark stared at him for a moment in silence. The waiter just looked up at Mark with a faint smile. Then Mark turned and walked back to the bed, the young man following. The door closed as Mark dropped to the edge of the bed, his cock hard, his balls hanging over the edge of the bed. Without undressing, the waiter fell to his knees in the dark room and took the throbbing cockhead into his mouth.
Mark lay back with a groan, the hot mouth bringing him to full wakefulness immediately. The young man rolled and fondled the pendulous balls as he moved down the shaft of the policeman's prick, thrilling to the thickness and the commanding stiffness. No words were spoken; none were needed.
The waiter choked as he tried to stuff the huge cockhead into his spasming throat. Again and again he tried to take it all, but it was too much. Suddenly Mark raised up and grasped the dark head firmly, shoving it down hard on his powerful cock. Again the young man choked, but Mark held him in an unyielding grasp.
Roughly he pushed and pulled the dark head on the stiff staff, fucking the young man's face unmercifully. The waiter struggled half-heartedly. While it was difficult to breathe, it was also exciting to be used so roughly by the handsome, virile policeman with the huge cock. The cock grew still larger and its throbbing increased, aroused by the near rape of the young man.
"You wanted stiff cock -- you're getting stiff cock," Mark gritted, plunging deeply into the clenching throat. "Take that prick, you cocksucker -- fucking your face, pervert..."
The waiter struggled to release his own throbbing cock from his pants. Finally it was free, but he could do nothing with it. His hands fought the rough fists of the policeman who insisted on closing his breathing passage with that monster cock. Then he grasped Mark's balls and began to twist them, hoping to decrease the force of Mark's attack. Instead it seemed to increase the wild threshing and plunging. As he squeezed and twisted the balls, Mark increased the speed and strength of his rape.
"You're going to take cum, you faggot -- flood your throat with man-juice, you queer cocksucker bastard..."
Mark's voice rose to a shout as his first spurt shot powerfully into the gasping throat of the kneeling waiter. Again he choked, but this time the sweet cum soothed the roughness in his throat. He swallowed thankfully, the cum gushing wildly into his avid throat.
Mark's orgasm didn't last very long, since it was his third of the evening. A few good spurts and a couple of smaller ones and that was it. The warm mouth held it gently as it softened.
Abruptly Mark sat up. "Get out," he snapped.
The young man sprang to his feet, replacing his cock in his pants as he walked to the door, and left the room quietly, Mark stared at the closed door for a minute, and then rose to fasten the night latch. As he returned to the bed, he noticed a small pool of cum on the floor where the waiter had knelt.