The sun was high in the sky, casting dappled shade through the barn's windows as I took a deep breath and stepped outside, the heat enveloping me like a warm blanket. Officer Jenkins’ instructions were quite clear, I was to remain naked until his return and I was not allowed to wank otherwise I would be in trouble although I pondered the question, how would he know.
As I stood there naked wondering what to do, my ass reminded me it was hurting and needed some relief and, in that moment, I thought about the creek and the cool water. The thought was too tempting to resist with my ass still stinging from the paddle, and it was not a long walk to the water's edge, although I would have to traverse the open ground and the grass prickling against my bare skin. I was sold on the idea, and with a new focus, I headed towards the gate leading to the hay fields that would guide me to the creek.
The cool water was a welcome relief against my overheated body, and I waded in, letting the current wash over my burning cheeks. The sensation was heavenly, the water soothing the fiery ache that Officer Jenkins had left behind. I leaned against a rock, letting the water rush around me, feeling the tension slowly ebb away.
As I leaned against the rock, my thoughts drifted to the events of the morning and lunchtime. The way he had claimed me, the power in his eyes as he took what he wanted, and the way I had submitted so willingly. It was a heady mix of fear and excitement, and I knew that I would never be the same.
The creek was my salvation, my thoughts focusing on the gentle caress of the water rather than the pulsing need between my legs. I watched the fish dart in and out of the shadows, the dragonflies skimming the surface, and the occasional splash of a jumping trout trying to claim a fly, similarly to how Officer Jenkins had claimed me.
My eyes were shut. I was daydreaming, enjoying the sensation of the running water accompanied by the sounds of rural life, when the serenity was shattered by a shout that sent a bolt of panic through me. "Steve, what the hell are you doing out here?"
My eyes flew open to see Matt, my best friend since childhood, standing at the edge of the creek, a look of shock and confusion on his face. I had completely forgotten that he had said he might stop by. "Ah, just...cooling off," I stammered, "it's been a hot day one way or another."
Matt's gaze took in the scene, especially the water, looking inviting and tranquil. "Where are your clothes, mate? He asked, his voice a mix of concern and humour. “I hope you didn’t walk down here naked?”
"Yeah, I did, Matt. Had no choice, you might say, but it's...it's nothing," I managed, my cheeks flaming as I continued to lean against the rock, trying to shield myself as best as I could. "Just a little...um…. naturism that’s all, and as you know, my folks are away."
"Wow, you walked all the way here naked. Gosh, that’s brave of you. What would you have done if you had been seen by old man Jacobs or, even worse, Officer Jenkins? He’s been patrolling the area today and called in at our place and spoke to my dad about some farm equipment theft.”
“Yeah, he called in here as well,” I responded, trying to remain casual.
“Hope you were dressed when he came by?” Matt asked with a chuckle. “Mind if I join you in the water. It’s bloody hot and I could do with cooling off?"
“I was wearing a nightshirt when he knocked on the door, and I told him all was cool and I hadn’t heard or seen anything, and if you are coming in, don’t forget I’m naked.”
Matt laughed, “Yeah, I know and for someone as shy as you, it's funny knowing you are naked in the water. Bet your willy is small from the cold water?”
“Fuck off Matt. It’s not that cold”
Matt's banter brought me back to reality, and I realised that my current state was not exactly appropriate for a casual visit, but I couldn't say no. He was my best friend, and perhaps it was about time he saw me naked, the last time being before puberty. "Yeah, go for it. The water is lovely and a relief from the heat today," I said, my voice tight with embarrassment.
In all the years that Matt and I had been friends, he had never seen me naked since puberty. We always went swimming in our tighty whities, and I had always been shy about my body, especially at school, and now, Matt was twelve feet away, asking to join me.
Matt began to strip, his jeans hitting the ground as he kicked off his shoes and his trousers leaving them in a pile at the water's edge, revealing a pair of tighty whities, the same brand as my own, which, as country boys, was standard wear. Next he pulled off his t-shirt throwing it up the bank and then he faced me as he pushed down his tighty whities allowing his cock to spring free.
I hadn’t seen Matt’s cock since puberty started and I liked the way he looked. His penis was much longer and thicker than I remembered, and he had the most marvellous bushy pubic hair that match the colour of his head. I quietly admired the scene before me as he waded in but I was nervous as anything hoping that he wouldn’t notice my ass.
As he waded over to me, the water sloshing around his muscular thighs. “Move over, Steve, I need some space.”
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment as I got up to make some space for him, forgetting the depth of water, or should I say, the lack of depth.
"What the fuck happened to you?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity as he viewed my backside and the punishment it had suffered.
As he sat down in the water, I took a deep breath, unsure of where to begin. "It's... complicated," I said finally, feeling the heat in my cheeks spread down to my neck. "But I need to tell someone."
Matt nodded, his gaze intense and focused. "Okay, go ahead. I'm listening."
“Well, you know Officer Jenkins was on his patrol today, and he came to visit us as well as you, well, he liked the view he got of me in my nightshirt and…” So, I told him. Every sordid detail spilled out; from the moment I had walked out onto the porch in my nightshirt to the way Officer Jenkins had claimed me in the barn. I talked about the power, the pain, the pleasure, and the fear that had gripped me during those moments. And as I spoke, the tension between us grew undeniably, the air thick with unspoken questions and desires.
Matt's eyes were wide with shock, his mouth agape. He had no idea of the secret life I had been living since I found out I was gay. Then the story I told him was unbelievable, the one that had started with a simple question about stolen farm equipment and had turned into a day of sex and submission. He stared at me, his eyes searching for any sign that I was joking, any indication that this was all some twisted prank, but my battered bottom was evidence not even Matt could deny.
"I never suspected you were gay, Steve, I just assumed you were shy around the girls at school," Matt said, trying to rationalise what he was hearing. “But you allowed him to fuck you and also to tan your backside. Gee, I didn’t even know he was gay either.”
“Yep, I did, Matt and I enjoyed it, and you could say, I’m not a virgin anymore. Officer Jenkins made sure of that.”
Matt was clear and from my trembling voice and the way my hands kept straying to the bruises on my ass that this was no laughing matter. "Steve," he said finally, "are you sure you're okay with this?"
I nodded; my voice shaky. "I'm not just okay," I whispered. "I wanted it, and Officer Jenkins showed me a way I had never considered. What I also really enjoyed was the restraints and his roughness and his abuse. He forced me to be subservient, and I enjoyed his dominance."
Matt looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without saying a word, he leaned over and kissed me, his hand cupping my cheek gently. It was a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a tenderness that I hadn't felt from anyone in a long time. And as our lips parted, I realised that our friendship had just taken an unexpected turn.
"Matt, I'm a little bit confused now," as I watched Matt blush. “You just kissed me.”
Silence overcame us, the kiss and my comment creating an awkward moment as we sat there for a few minutes, the water rushing around us, our bodies close but not touching. "What happens now?" he asked, his voice low and serious.
"Why did you kiss me, Matt? I'm confused because you have a girlfriend."
Matt took a deep breath and looked into my eyes, "Steve, I've had feelings for you, for like a lifetime. I don't know how to explain it, but I've always been in love with you, but I never dared to do anything about it because I thought you were just shy."
"But you're with Becky, aren't you straight?"
"I love Becky, she's amazing, but I can't ignore how I feel about you," he said, his eyes searching mine for understanding. "I know it sounds weird, but I guess I'm bisexual, Steve. I like girls, but I love you. Work that one out?"
The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. I had never considered that Matt could have feelings for me beyond friendship. My heart raced as I tried to process what he was saying. "What do we do now?" I asked.
Matt took my hand in his, "We can take this slow, we don't have to tell anyone. I just wanted you to know how I felt, and if you feel the same way, then maybe we can explore this together."
His touch was warm and comforting, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of something new kindling between us. I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. "Okay," I murmured as I moved in closer to him, eventually moving onto his lap, my legs wrapped around him as I kissed him while he clutched my sore bottom, feeling the heat that was still not dissipating in the cool water.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. We fondled, we groped, we kissed, we talked, we swam, our conversation a mix of excitement and trepidation. The thought of being with Matt was thrilling, but I couldn't help but worry about what it would mean for our friendship and our lives. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the creek, turning it into a tranquil pool of molten gold.
"I think we should go, Matt, it's getting late," as I stood up and waded out of the water. Matt followed me and for the first time he could see the state of my ass as I stood at the water’s edge. That's quite a red ass you have there," Matt chuckled.
"Yep, I figured as much," was all I could say as I stood naked while Matt grabbed his clothes, deciding to remain naked like me as we started to walk away from the creek.
As the shadows grew longer, we reluctantly made our way back to my house. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and I didn't know what to do with them all. I had just confessed to being in a BDSM relationship with a police officer who was in a position of power, and now my best friend, who was supposed to be straight, had confessed his love for me. What a fucking day I silently muttered to myself.
As we approached the house, I saw the patrol car parked in the driveway, the sight of it sending a jolt of fear through me. "Oh shit," I whispered. "Officer Jenkins is early."
Matt's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the car. "What the hell?" He murmured, his hand tightening around mine.
"I told you to stay naked, but I didn't say you could have a friend over," a firm voice said from the porch as Officer Jenkins had made himself comfortable in the chair.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, dropping my gaze to the ground.
Officer Jenkins' eyes narrowed as he took in my nakedness, noting my hand holding Matt's, who was equally naked. "What's going on here?" He asked, his tone cold and accusatory. “Two naked boys.”
Matt stepped forward, "It's my fault, I came over to see Steve and we ended up in the creek chatting and Steven has told me all about you and your escapades today."
Officer Jenkins studied us for a long moment, his gaze lingering on our joined hands. Then, to my surprise, he gave a small nod. "All right," he said, his voice softer than I had ever heard it. "Are you guys an item?"
Matt and I exchanged a look, and he took a deep breath before speaking. "Steve and I have realised we have feelings for each other," he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hand. "But we weren't expecting to see you back so soon and we have only discovered how we feel when I found Steve naked at the creek, cooling his ass in the water."
Officer Jenkins nodded slowly, chuckling out loud, his gaze never leaving our faces. "Yep, I get that, the need for cold water as a calming balm," he said, his eyes flicking down to our joined hands and then back up to meet my eyes. "Well, I'm happy for you both, but it sort of changes things, and I'm not entirely comfortable that you know about me and my likes and dislikes. I'm sort of a single man type of guy if you get my meaning."
"I get that," Matt responded, "And I assure you that what I know will remain a secret, Officer Jenkins."
Officer Jenkins's expression remained stoic; his gaze unwavering as he took in our naked forms. "Good," he said, "because if anyone finds out about us, it could ruin everything." He paused, then added, "I'm happy for you both. Have you guys done it yet?"
Matt and I looked at each other, the question hanging in the air. "Done what?" I asked, feeling my face heat up even further. Matt went a bright red with Officer Jenkins' question and my answer, not knowing where to look.
"Seriously, boys, you are telling me you sat naked in the creek all afternoon and you did nothing?"
"Well, not entirely nothing," I responded. "Matt kissed me. And I sat on his lap, and we kissed more."
"Wow," Officer Jenkins exclaimed in a piss taking manner. "You kissed. Is that it? Seriously?"
"Well, I only just confessed to Steve how I felt when he told me about you and him," Matt declared "And, yes, I kissed him, but it didn't seem the right time to take it further, even though I could see his beautiful body under the water. In truth, I have never seen Steve naked before today. He's always been shy, and I just assumed...."
Officer Jenkins could detect the honesty in Matt's eyes as he looked at both of us naked, standing in front of him.
"Tell you what, boys, why don't I get some beers from the trunk of the car, and you can show me how you feel. It’s about time you had some proper adult supervision and explore your newfound relationship as only men can do."
Matt and I looked at each other, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through me. I nodded and watched as Officer Jenkins walked back to his car, his broad shoulders and tight ass flexing as he moved. I felt a pang of regret and loss, realising that our secretive encounters would likely come to an end now that I had someone who knew my desires and was willing to share them.
He returned with a smile on his face, having stripped down to his Hanes briefs, holding the cold beers. The bulge in his tighty whities was impossible to miss, and it sent a shiver down my spine as he took a seat on the porch chair, his eyes never leaving us as we stood there, awkward and unsure. “It’s show time, boys, and I expect a good show; otherwise, I shall spank both of you.”
“You want us to provide a show for you?” Matt asked as he looked at me.
"Well, boys, I'm waiting," as he opened his beer. "Go on, kiss him for fucks sake."
Matt's hand trembled slightly as he reached out to cup my face, and our lips met again, this time with a newfound urgency. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel his erection growing against my thigh as we kissed, our tongues exploring each other as Officer Jenkins settled into his chair for viewing pleasure.
Officer Jenkins watched us intently, his eyes dark with desire. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "Now, show me what else you can do."
My heart was racing as I reached down and took hold of Matt's cock, feeling it pulse in my hand. He gasped against my mouth, his eyes closing as I began to stroke him gently. His hand found its way to my ass, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as we kissed deeper, our tongues continuing to explore each other's mouths.
The policeman leaned back in his chair; his cock now fully erect as he watched us. "Good," he said, his voice tight with lust. "But I want more."
Matt and I broke apart, our breaths coming in pants. "What do you want us to do?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
"I want to see you take him," he said, his gaze locked on my ass, which was still red and bruised from the paddle. "I want to see how much you've learned today."
Matt looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of love and excitement. I nodded, my body aching with the need. "Do you want me, Matt?"
"More than anything," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup my ass again, gently.
Officer Jenkins leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting in the fading light. "Take him here," he instructed. "So, I can watch."
We stumbled off the porch, our kisses becoming more urgent. Matt's hand never left my body, his touch tender yet insistent as we fell onto the grass.
He took his time, exploring every inch of me, his kisses leaving a trail of fire across my skin. His cock was hot and hard, and I could feel the precum leaking onto my stomach as he pushed himself against me.
Slowly, Matt moved down my body, his hot and hard cock becoming more distant as his mouth found my cock ready for devouring and devour me, he did.
With a gentle touch, he took me in his mouth, his warm wetness engulfing me. He sucked me in with a hunger that seemed to have been building for years, his tongue swirling around my shaft with a skill that I hadn't anticipated. It was a heady feeling, having my best friend, now my confidant and lover, worship my body like this.
As he took me deeper, I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he set a rhythm that was both maddening and incredible. His eyes were on mine, filled with a mix of passion and curiosity, and I knew that he was just as lost in this moment as I was.
Officer Jenkins watched from the porch; his eyes hooded with lust. I could see his hand moving beneath his waistband, stroking his cock as he took in the sight of us together. The thought of him watching only added to the excitement, making me harder, making me want more.
Matt's teeth grazed my skin lightly, sending shivers down my spine. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me beg for more. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
He took his time, exploring every inch of me with his tongue, teasing the sensitive spot just under the head of my cock. I arched my back, pushing into his mouth, and he took the cue, swallowing me down deeper.
The pressure was building, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. The sounds of our passion filled the air, a symphony of moans and the wet suction of his mouth on my cock.
Officer Jenkins stood, his erection visible under his Hanes briefs in the fading light. "That's enough," he said, his voice gruff. "I want to see the two of you come together."
Matt reluctantly pulled away, his mouth wet and swollen. He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with desire, and I knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible.
We positioned ourselves, our bodies entwined, as we gave into the passion that had been building for so long. The air was electric with anticipation, and I could feel the tension coiling in my gut.
“Boy, if you are going to fuck him, you will need some lubrication. I assume you haven’t fucked a guy before. Lube is good, and look on the table, I bought some with me.” Officer Jenkins advised.
Matt reached for the lube that Officer had brought with him, slicking up his cock before he started to push into me. The pain was intense, as my body resisted the invasion, a stark contrast to the gentle touches we had been sharing moments before in the water, but I let him push more, regardless of how much it was hurting. Matt continued his efforts, and slowly but surely, he started to fill me, as the pain morphed into something else, a deep, primal need that I had never experienced before. I moaned his name, my body responding to him in ways it never had to Officer Jenkins.
Officer Jenkins walked over and knelt, his hand reaching out to stroke my cock, which was standing at full attention despite the pain of the recent paddling. "Look at me," he ordered, and I met his gaze, his eyes filled with a dark promise as Matt connected to my inner body.
Matt began to thrust as I lay on my back, his movements slow and deliberate at first, as we both adjusted to the new sensation. With each stroke, the pain faded, replaced by a deep, all-consuming pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.
The policeman's hand on my cock was firm, his grip tight as he watched us, his arousal clear. "That's it," he murmured. "Give it to him, Steve. Let him have all of you," as Officer Jenkins released my cock only to rip the fly hole of his briefs allowing his cock the freedom it sought. His cock now free, Officer Jenkins took my cock again, while he deployed his left hand to massage his member, and Matt continued his ministrations on my ass.
And so, with every thrust, I gave myself over to the moment, to the two men who had claimed me in different ways. My body was theirs to use, to explore, to conquer as we moved together, our breaths mingling, our hearts racing, I felt a bond form that went beyond friendship or even love. This was something primal, something that had been unlocked by the hand of fate and the stroke of a paddle.
We were lost in our world, the stars above us the only witnesses to our union. And as we reached our climax, our bodies shaking with the force of it, I knew that my life had been forever changed.
Matt's orgasm washed over me, his warmth filling me as I came in the policeman's hand shooting my cum high above my stomach. My eyes never left his as he milked the last drops from me, as Matt continued to pump his seed into me in the last efforts to offload all his seed.
Officer Jenkins knelt back onto his haunches, his hand still gripping his cock, his face a mask of pure desire. "Good boys," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he stood there massaging his member, looking at Matt. "Suck it, boy."
Matt looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Then, with a nod of encouragement, he pulled out of me and turned to face the policeman. He leaned in, tentative at first, and then with a hungry moan took him into his mouth.
Officer Jenkins's eyes rolled back in his head, his hand moving to the back of Matt's head as he began to fuck his mouth with the same rhythm that he had used on me. It was a sight that I never would have imagined: my best friend with the man who had introduced me to the dark and thrilling world of BDSM.
Matt's cheeks hollowed as he took him deeper, his cock bobbing against his stomach with every moan. The policeman's hand tightened in his hair, guiding him, pushing him further, and I watched in awe as the two men lost themselves in the moment.
Their sounds filled the night air, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of a blowjob, and the harsh breaths of men on the edge. It was raw and intense, and I could feel my desire building again, watching them together.
And then, with a roar, Officer Jenkins came, his seed spurting into Matt's mouth. He pulled away, gasping for breath, his face covered in cum. He looked up at me, a mix of pride and embarrassment on his face. "Swallow it," I whispered, and he did, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took it all down.
Officer Jenkins leaned down, his hand moving to cup Matt's cheek gently. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You did well."
Matt's eyes never left mine, and I could see the love and need in them. We had crossed a line together, and there was no going back. The three of us remained there, panting, our bodies still flushed with passion, the night air cool against our skin.
Officer Jenkins kneeling there with his ripped Hanes briefs, hiding nothing as his cock started to droop. Matt was kneeling there naked as I still lay on the grass, naked and fucked with cum and sweat all over me, a testament to our passionate activities of the last thirty minutes or so.
I pulled myself up and kissed Matt, saying, "Thank you, I enjoyed that."
Matt just looked back at me as he played with my nipples, his feelings and emotions evident that he was overwhelmed but satisfied.
It was Officer Jenkins, though, who broke the silence. "Boys, it was a delight to watch you, but I have to go now, and I will leave you to explore more. Don't forget, this remains between us, and if you fancy another police visit, just call me."
We hadn’t expected Officer Jenkins to leave so soon, and in many respects, he probably felt that three was a crowd as he got up to tower over us, as by then, Matt was sitting on the grass next to me.
Matt and I watched him as he walked back to the car, his ass flexing as he moved, his cock still half-erect hanging out from the ruined Hanes briefs. We observed that he didn't even get dressed as he sat behind the wheel, looked at us sitting there, "Bye boys, it was fun," was all he said as he drove away, leaving the quiet of the night to wash over us, and to contemplate what had just occurred.
Matt looked at me with a mix of confusion and excitement. "What the hell just happened?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly as we both stood up.
"I'm not sure," I responded, "but I know I liked it."
We stood there, Matt behind me, with his arms wrapped around my waist. I enjoyed the security his hold provided while I could feel his cock becoming more aroused even though the air was cool against my skin, while we both pondered the reality of what we had just done.
As we walked back to the house, our conversation was stilted, both of us lost in our thoughts. Inside, we found ourselves in my room. We lay on the bed, our bodies pressed together, trying to make sense of the emotions that were coursing through us.
"I've never felt like this before," Matt whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "It's like a part of me has been unlocked."
"I know," I said, stroking his hair gently. "But we can't tell anyone. It's our secret, okay?"
Matt nodded, his eyes searching mine. "But what happens when Becky finds out?"
I didn't have an answer for that. The thought of her finding out about us, about what had happened in the barn and on the grass, was a heavy weight on my chest. "We'll figure it out, but she won't find out because Officer Jenkins is just the person to keep it secret," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Our kiss grew deeper, our bodies responding to the promise of more. The fear and doubt melted away as we became lost in each other again. This time, there were no handcuffs, no paddles, just two men exploring the depths of their love and desire.
We made love slowly, our movements filled with a tenderness that belied the intensity of our earlier encounter. Matt's cock slid into me with ease, his hands caressing my body as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
Our hearts beat in sync, our breaths mingling as we moved together. It was as if we had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, and now that it was here, we couldn't get enough.
When we finally lay there, spent and satisfied, the reality of what we had done settled in. We had taken a risk, a huge risk, and now we had to deal with the consequences. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of his body against mine and the promise of what was to come.
As the night grew late, we finally pulled apart, our eyes still locked. "We can't let this ruin our friendship," I said, my voice filled with a quiet urgency.
Matt nodded; his hand tracing patterns on my chest. "I won't let it," he promised. "We'll find a way."
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies tangled together, our hearts beating as one. The future was uncertain, but for now, we had each other, and that was enough.
