The newscaster’s droning voice emanated from the television set as Wolf slumped in the couch, his eyelids half closed. After work he had been treated to dinner by Bull and Stud in honor of his thirty eighth birthday. He grinned slightly at the thought. It wasn’t as if living through another year was some sort of great achievement in life. Truth be told, if not for his buddies reminding him every year, the day would come and go with hardly a thought.
But now, his full stomach putting him in a relaxed, lethargic state, Wolf settled deeper into the sofa with a beer in his hand. The talking head on the TV was explaining how the “peace dividend” meant a loss of job for thousands of military personnel. “Fucking congress and their damned politics!” Wolf mumbled to himself. “Just wait until ol’ Putin pulls something nasty again. Or Libya, or the China. And let’s not forget Bosnia. Then who ya gonna call?” Wolf took a big slug of beer, then shook his head. “Won’t be anybody left to fight, you sons-a- . . . “. Wolf’s analysis was cut off by the chime of the doorbell. “Damn. Who the hell could that be?” Setting the can of beer on the coffee table, he pushed himself out of the overstuffed sofa. “You stay right there, Tom,” Wolf said, addressing the newscaster and patting the top of the television on his way to the front door, “I’ll be right back.”
Flicking on the porch light, Wolf looked through the peephole in the door. The distorted, fisheye view of a motorcycle cop was on the other side. Wolf had some good friends on the police force, but this man was unfamiliar. “Yeah?” he called through the closed door. Experience had shown him that things weren’t always what they seemed.
“Sir, I’m sorry to bother you at this time of evening. I’m Officer Hussler from MPD. There’s an important matter I’d like to discuss with you, if I could.”
Something nagged at the back of Wolf’s mind. Something that just didn’t seem right about a cop showing up at his door at six thirty in the evening. “What’s this about?”
The policeman’s face twisted and bulged as he moved in front of the wide angle lens. “Sir, it’s regarding an assault in which you were involved. I’ve got a few questions in order to clear up the details. It’ll only take a few minutes of your time.” In spite of the warped view, Wolf could tell this man in blue was a good looking guy. “I’m sorry to be coming out so late,” the cop continued, “but I realize you work down at the base during the day, and I thought this would be the best time to catch you.” There was a momentary pause before he added, “Officer Davidson said you wouldn’t mind.”
Wolf relaxed on hearing his friend’s name. Bear Davidson was someone he trusted completely. The ex-marine DI had an impeccable reputation on the force, but more than that, he was someone Wolf counted in his small circle of closest friends.
Unlocking the door, Wolf swung it wide and stood face to face with one of the most handsome men he had ever seen. Like a character out of some wet dream, the man stood at the entryway wearing his police helmet, with yellow tinted sunglasses covering his eyes. Burnished black leather motorcycle boots completed the uniform. Swallowing hard, his eyebrows raised, Wolf realized that he was staring when the man asked if he could come in.
“Oh. Yeah, sure. I’m sorry. C’mon in.” Wolf stepped to the side allowing the broad shouldered uniform to step inside, then shut the door. “So, what’s this all about, Officer . . . uh, Hussler?”
The policeman turned to face Wolf, who was leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest, taking in the view of the tight fitting uniform that accentuated the man’s muscularity.
There was a long pause, the silence kept from being complete by the bass tones of the television newscaster. Officer Hussler removed his amber glasses and looked into Wolf’s eyes momentarily then dropped his gaze to the floor as he hooked the sunglasses into his shirt pocket. “Captain,” he began, a look of what may have been uncertainty crossing momentarily across his face, “about what happened between you and that other, uh, police officer . . .”
Wolf’s brow knitted as he straightened, pushing himself from the door he had been leaning against. “Now, look,” his voice was controlled and low, “I’ve been through this at least a dozen times. My buddies and I have all been cleared of any charges. Your own colleagues in uniform agreed that what we did was justified.” Wolf’s hands knotted into fists as his voice began to rise almost imperceptibly. “If there are any further problems, you can take it up with . . .”
“Sir,” Officer Hussler slowly raised his bright blue eyes again to look directly into Wolf’s, “you don’t understand. I’m not here to give you any trouble.” The policeman swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing in his thick neck. His biceps strained at the fabric of the short sleeve shirt as he unsnapped and removed the helmet from his head, then set it on a chair by the door. “In fact,” a slight gleam appeared in his eyes, “just the opposite.”
Wolf cocked his head, confused. “I’m afraid I just don’t understand what the hell you’re talking about,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “What exactly is it you want, anyway?”
The cop licked his lips in a nervous gesture. He continued staring directly into Wolf’s eyes as he reached up to undo the top button of his uniform shirt. “Uh, what I was hoping for, Sir, is that you would give me some of what you gave to him.” He continued unbuttoning his uniform until the shirt gaped wide revealing a white T-shirt stretched by the muscular chest it covered.
Wolf stared, astounded, with his mouth agape as the lawman shucked the tight fitting blue shirt off his muscular shoulders and arms. Small patches of darkened wetness became visible in the armpit areas of the white t-shirt as the brawny officer slipped it over his head. Wolf exhaled in a sound that was half whistle, half sigh, as the officer stood in front of him at parade rest with arms behind his back and feet spread. The man obviously knew his way around a gym, the definition of his muscles standing out in stark relief, the mat of dark blonde fur on his chest accentuating the curves of his pectorals.
Wolf, suitably impressed, recovered from his initial amazement. “Look, what is this, some kind of . . .”. A smile crept up the corners of his mouth as he stopped in mid-sentence. A realization spread over him as he recalled that his friend Bear had something to do with all this. As one of his closest friends, Bear Davidson knew Wolf’s taste in men and his fondness for uniforms. Hiring this guy to dress up as a cop and pay him a birthday visit was typical of one of that ex-grunt’s stunts. And the name, Wolf’s smile broadened, Officer Hussler? C’mon!
Wolf ran the back of his hand across his mouth. Okay, sucker, he thought, grinning to himself, if that’s the way you want to play it, let’s go for it. He walked up to the half stripped lawman who kept his eyes fixed straight ahead. Mere inches from his face, Wolf could feel the heat from the man’s body and smell the faint scent of aftershave mixed with sweat. Wolf stood directly in front and leaned forward slightly so that his nose actually touched that of the immobile policeman.
“Didn’t your momma ever tell you,” Wolf’s voice was a low growl, “to be careful what you ask for?” He could feel the man’s warm breath against his face coming in short, quick puffs. “You might just get your wish.”
Officer Hussler stood rigid, the slight rising and falling of his chest the only movement he exhibited. “Sir, with the Captain’s permission, Sir,” he forced the words from the diaphragm in short, clipped bursts, “the policeman knows what he wants, SIR!”
Wolf reached his right hand down between the legs of the cop standing at parade rest. A stiffening bulge filled his palm through the blue serge. “Well, now,” Wolf grinned slightly, squeezing the copmeat, “that would certainly seem to be the case, now wouldn’t it?”
A hint of a grimace was the only indication of the effect Wolf’s tightening grip was having on the lawman. “You want to play,” Wolf taunted, cocking his head to the side, “we’ll play.” Wolf decided that if Bear was going to lay out the money for this sucker, then he sure as hell was going to earn it.
Keeping his right hand on the man’s crotch, Wolf ran the back of his left hand over the soft pelt covering the man’s chest. “So, you know my friend Bear Davidson, huh?” The man remained motionless as Wolf continued lightly stroking his pectorals. His blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his breath became deeper as the Captain’s touch sent fire through his being. “You must know him pretty well, working down there at the station with him all the time.” The cop’s nipples became hardened points, and his cock strained painfully for release within the blue serge and Wolf’s firm grip.
Officer Hussler’s neck stiffened in involuntary reaction to the sensation of the Air Force captain’s hands on his body. “Sir, I uh . . . ,” still staring straight ahead, the man’s eyes narrowed as he swallowed, “. . . um, I really haven’t worked with him that closely. I’ve seen him around a few times is all.” Sweat began to form small rivulets from the dark nests of the lawman’s armpits.
Wolf sneered as he applied more pressure to the throbbing bulge in his fist. “Your story needs a little work.” He shoved his face into that of the visitor. “First you say you talked with Officer Davidson, now you hardly know him.” Wolf backed away a few inches and grabbed the policeman’s jaw in his left hand. “I hope you didn’t charge extra for research.”
The cop’s face screwed up to a quizzical expression. “What?” He glanced at Wolf’s grinning face. “Sir, I don’t know what you mean. What I’ve told you is the truth.”
“Okay,” Wolf laughed, “we’ll let that one go. If Bear’s gone to all this trouble, the least I can do is enjoy it.” Wolf released the man’s heavy crotch and moved his hands to pinch at the motionless man’s nipples. “But, you’re going to have to earn your money.”
Officer Hussler winced as his nipples hardened in Wolf’s clenching, twisting fingers. “Sir. This cop is at your disposal.” The muscular striations of his shoulders stood out in sharp definition as he struggled to maintain his position against Wolf’s assault on his nipples. “Give it your best shot.”
Wolf paused for a moment staring deep into the cop’s blue eyes, then patted at his cheek. “Cocky little bastard, aren’t you?,” he grinned.
A slight smirk formed at the corners of the shirtless man’s mouth. “Sir, as the Captain will find, Sir, there is nothing little about the police officer’s cock. Sir.”
Wolf’s eyes sparkled in amusement. He was really going to have to call Bear to thank him. This was one hot son of a bitch.
Strutting over to an overstuffed leather recliner in the corner, Wolf sat. With legs splayed wide and his hands behind his head, he inspected the hot muscled form before him. “Okay, cop sucker,” Wolf pointed his chin in the man’s direction, “let’s see if your dick is as big as your mouth.” Bringing his hands down, Wolf stroked the hair on his chest with his right hand, while the left grasped at the growing bulge in his pants. “Strip!”
Coming to attention, the bare chested man saluted sharply with his right hand. “Sir. Yes, SIR!” The moist thatch of pit hair glistened momentarily before the cop dropped the salute and stared at Wolf’s face. Continuing to look in the Captain’s eyes, he slowly unbuckled his utility belt and let it drop to the floor. Bringing his left hand in front of his crotch, he fondled its bulge, and, with the right hand, undid the belt buckle and top button on the trousers. He slowly stroked the trail of fur on his abdomen until the tips of his fingers slipped under the waistband of his white jockeys.
Wolf straightened in the chair, his thighs still spread, as he squeezed at his own straining meat. Running his tongue lightly over his dry lips, he watched the show in front of him. “You really are a cock tease, aren’t you?,” he grinned. “But that’s okay. I got all night.”
The patrolman closed his eyes, his jaw thrust out, as he tilted his head to the ceiling. His hand disappeared unto the white confines of his underwear and caressed the manmeat it found there. With his head still leaned back, his mouth opened wide as his other hand unzipped the fly and joined its partner in the crowded cotton briefs. They battled for control there for endless moments, the triceps and pectoral muscles rippling as they glistened with sweat. Bringing his head down, Officer Hussler’s blue eyes locked onto Wolf’s. His hands slid under the elastic band to his hips on either side, then slowly moved downward over his thighs, pushing the uniform trousers and underwear with them as they went. The thin, blonde trail of abdominal hair grew wider as the cop’s pubes came into view.
Wolf stared intently as the elastic band slid steadily lower until the base of the cop’s cock appeared. He restrained himself from ripping the concealing fabric from the teasing lawman’s body as it continued to expose more of the man’s shaft. Ten inches later, the thick, uncut copmeat sprang free from its binding and hung semi turgid over a nutsack hefting large, heavy balls.
“Whew,” Wolf half whistled, his eyebrows raised in approval, “you certainly weren’t lying about the size of that thing.” Placing his hands on the arms of the chair, he pushed himself to a standing position.
The cop’s eyebrows knitted together, “Sir, I haven’t lied to you about anything. All that I’ve told you has been the truth.” He lifted his right foot and bent to grasp the boot in his hands.
“Stop!” Wolf snapped, pointing to the heavy footwear, “Those stay on.”
The patrolman straightened, a questioning look on his square-jawed face, “Sir, the policeman was ordered to strip, Sir.”
“That’s correct.” Wolf studied the blonde, hirsute officer with his pants around his knees. “Except for the boots. I like ‘em. They stay.”
“Begging the Captain’s pardon, Sir. The policeman’s uniform won’t fit over the boots, Sir.”
The corners of Wolf’s mouth curled into a wicked grin. “Well, now. It would seem that you have a bit of a dilemma, wouldn’t it?” He tilted his head up and narrowed his eyes, “You going to disobey a direct order, or are you going to strip?” He raised his eyebrows as the smile broadened. “It’s really not such a difficult problem,” Wolf taunted, stepping close to the cop. Then, grabbing the thin cotton briefs from between the man’s knees, ripped them from his legs. “Ya see,” he said, holding up the white rags, “the solution was there all along.” His eyes sparkled as he laughed, “Now finish the job.”
“But, Sir,” the cop swallowed hard, indecision in his bright blue eyes, “my uniform, Sir.”
“You’re the one who asked for this, remember? I told you to be careful.” The smile faded from Wolf’s face, his jaw set, “Now DO it.”
Dismay clouded the patrolman’s face as he bent forward and grabbed the edges of the uniform’s fly in each hand and pulled. He grimaced with exertion as he pulled at the tough fabric, his muscles straining. Abruptly exceeding its stress point, the seams of the material gave way with a harsh ripping sound. Wolf’s dick stiffened as he surveyed the muscular back and arms of the bike cop as he bent to rend first the left inseam and then the right.
Straightening back up, Officer Hussler tossed the now worthless blue fabric aside and stood at parade rest, his chest thrust defiantly outward. His corpulent copmeat jutted partially aroused from its blonde nest of pubic fur, a tiny droplet of precum glistening from the tip. “Sir, the policeman is naked as ordered, Sir.”
“And it’s about fuckin’ time, too.” Wolf stood with feet spread and hands on his hips. “Although,” he continued, as he brought his left hand to his swollen crotch, “it certainly was worth the wait. You’re a hunky piece of work, I swear.”
Officer Hussler maintained a parade rest stance, eyes straight forward as his copmeat rose and thickened, the clear precum dangling from a mucoid string at the piss-slit. “Sir, the policeman is gratified that you are pleased, Sir.”
“Oh, I’m gonna be a whole lot more than pleased by the time we’re through here, believe me.” Wolf pulled the t-shirt from his waistband and slipped it over his head, revealing his tightly muscled torso with a fine matting of brown chest hair. “Now get over here.”
The cop moved the short distance until he stood at attention directly in front of Wolf, his now tumescent shaft prodding at Wolf’s groin, leaving a wet stain on the captain’s BDU trousers. Wolf wrapped his fist around the cop’s throbbing manhood, smearing its precum over the camouflage fabric at his bulging crotch.
Wolf’s face was directly in front of the muscular lawman’s, and he could feel the man’s hot breath with each exhalation. Keeping his left hand on the thickly veined copmeat, he brought his right hand up to twist and pull at the man’s nipples. His green eyes looked into the deep blue of the cop’s. “You fuckin’ soiled my uniform, mister,” he half whispered.
The patrolman continued staring ahead, although his breath was now quickening. “Sir, the policeman regrets his carelessness, Sir. There’s no excuse, Sir. But, begging the Captain’s pardon,” his eyes locked onto Wolf’s, and he lowered his voice, “The Captain makes this policeman hot, Sir.”
“Well, be that as it may,” there was a twinkle in Wolf’s eyes as he placed his hands on the patrolman’s heavily muscled shoulders, “there’s still the issue of what we’re gonna do about this mess you made. Any suggestions?”
Running his tongue over his lips, the cop relented to the pressure of Wolf’s hands on his shoulders and sank to his knees in front of the camouflaged crotch, the slimy smear of precum inches from his face. Small furrows lined his brow as he looked up at Wolf’s face, “Sir, permission to clean the Captain’s uniform, Sir.”
Wolf ran his hands from the man’s shoulders to the back of his head, drawing his face closer to the straining, stained protuberance. “Knock yerself out, buddy.”
Like a starving man, the booted bodybuilder attacked the captain’s crotch, licking and sucking at the front of the fly, removing the traces of precum he had left there. He heard the low growling from deep in Wolf’s throat, and could smell the musky man-odor emanating from his groin. He felt the cock hardening in its green constraint as he continued the ministrations with his mouth. His hands held firmly onto the Air Force officer’s slowly thrusting hips, as the grip on the back of his head pulled him inexorably forward.
“Awww, yeah, man. Get that uniform squared away.” Wolf gritted his teeth as the cop’s face pressed against his manhood. “Lick that fucker clean. And then I got something else for you to work on.”
The aching of Wolf’s constricted manmeat intensified, and, after a few minutes, he suddenly pushed the blond stud’s face away. Officer Hussler looked up in surprise, as Wolf stared down at him, and in a husky voice ordered simply, “Take it out.”
Not having to be told a second time, the naked lawman undid the web belt and unbuttoned the fly on the captain’s uniform. Taking the waistband in his hands he slid it slowly downward, exposing the white pouch of the jockeys straining to its limit with the captain’s cock and balls. Leaving the waistband of the trousers at thigh level, the cop ran his callused hands up Wolf’s thighs, onto his rippled abdomen and onward to the firm points of his nipples. Wolf sucked in a quick gasp of air as his nipples were teased by the expert fingers, then put his hands behind the patrolman’s head and again pulled him forward toward the massive mound pulsing in his briefs.
The cop filled his mouth with as much of the cotton clad cock as it could take, while his hands glided over Wolf’s flank and around to the valley between the muscles of the lean military man’s lower back. He pulled the captain forward, continuing to gnaw gently, as Wolf threw his head back, the howl of his namesake emanating from deep in his chest.
Taking the top of underwear fly between his teeth, the cop drew them down, Wolf’s soft, brown pubic hairs tickling his nose as he did so. The shaft abruptly sprang upward as the elastic waistband slid past the cockhead. Officer Hussler moved his hands down the groove of Wolf’s spine and onto his firm, tight buttocks, bringing the underwear with them as he went. With Wolf’s manhood now fully displayed, the patrolman ground his nose into the captain’s pendulous balls and inhaled the musky manscent. The left nut slipped between his lips and he caressed it gently with his tongue, washing it thoroughly in his cop-spit before moving on to the right.
Wolf’s pulsating rod was fully engorged, pointing toward his navel, and a thin line of precum trickled down from the slit. “Oh, man, you ARE good!” he sighed, as the cop licked slowly from the base of the shaft, harvesting the mucoid stream with his tongue.
Reaching the apex, the cop flicked his tongue over the flowing piss slit before sliding his lips over the head and shaft, devouring Wolf’s eight inch member. He sucked gently as he pulled his mouth from the meat. Keeping its head between his lips, he reached his left hand up to grasp the base of the rock hard cock in his fist, his tongue teasing at the sensitive glans, and he began to stroke slowly up and down its length.
His right hand encircled his own massive copmeat and completed a few short strokes when he suddenly felt Wolf’s hands on his shoulders. The cock slipped from his mouth with a quiet plop as he was pushed backward onto his buttocks, palms spread out on the floor behind him, his blue eyes wide in questioning surprise.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, mister?” Wolf barked, his eyes flashing, hands on his hips.
“Sir?” Officer Hussler brought himself back to a kneeling position, his hands now resting with the palms out behind him on the round globes of his butt. “The policeman is unsure of what the Captain is referring to, Sir.”
“Your HAND, mister!” Wolf glowered at the kneeling, hirsute hulk before him. “I don’t remember giving you permission to play with your dick.”
Understanding spread over the square jawed face of the cop, and he lowered his blue eyes to the floor in chastisement. “Sir, the policeman regrets his actions. It was not deliberate. It won’t happen again, Sir.”
“Damn right it won’t,” Wolf snarled, going to the police utility belt in the pile on the floor, and removing the handcuffs from their leather pouch. “Here,” he tossed the cuffs to the blond cop, who barely caught them in his right hand before they struck his chest, “put these on.”
The patrolman swallowed, the adam’s apple rising in his throat as he looked at the heavy, chrome cuffs in his hand, then up at Wolf’s green eyes which were narrowed in grim amusement. The look on Wolf’s face was daring him to commit, and he knew that once the cuffs were on, there was no turning back. In the brief seconds that followed, he stared at the half naked Air Force officer and licked his lips. Determination spread across his handsome features. While maintaining his eyelock on Wolf, he quickly hooked his left wrist into the cold steel and closed it with a rasping finality. The pectoral muscles stretched across his chest in sinewy striations as he reached both hands behind his back, and, with a final, fleeting spark of doubt, tightly locked the ratchet around his right wrist. Lowering his eyes to the floor in front of him, he announced in a sharp, clear voice, “Accomplished, SIR!”.
Wolf grinned to himself, shaking his head. The guy was good. Damned good. Some of the enlisted guys down at the base could take a few lessons from this hulk. “Stand up,” he ordered, “and come over here.”
The cop placed his right foot in front of him, the quadriceps bulging as he pulled himself to a standing position. “Sir. Yes, SIR!” he answered, stepping over to the captain. His dick was ramrod hard, the head barely poking out through its shroud of foreskin. A large bead of precum oozed from the opening and dangled briefly from a mucoid strand before falling to the floor.
Reaching down with his left hand, Wolf slowly retracted the fleshy hood, fully exposing the moist, purplish cockhead. Maintaining his position of parade rest with feet apart and hands cuffed behind him, the cop sighed quietly as he felt the other man’s hand on his cock. Wolf stared at the blonde’s handsome face as he slowly pulled the foreskin back and off of the glans. Officer Hussler’s eyes slowly closed and his head moved slightly backward as the manipulation of his copmeat continued. The corners of Wolf’s mouth curled into a grin as he slipped his index finger between the foreskin and the head of the man’s dick, eliciting a short gasp. The man unconsciously thrust his hips forward as Wolf ran his finger around the silky undersurface of the foreskin, collecting a thick coating of the precum that was now flowing freely from the piss slit. “Uhhhhh . . . ,” the cop moaned softly, his jaw slack and his mouth open. Wolf brought his finger up from the man’s thick meat and placed it between the open lips. The cop, his eyes still closed, began to suckle his own manjuice from the captain’s gently pistoning finger.
“Yeah, man. Clean that cop slime from my finger. Suck it good.” Wolf teased, withdrawing his finger from the lawman’s mouth, then reinserting it between his lips. Then, placing his right hand behind his own head, Wolf took the cop’s jaw in his left palm, causing him to snap from his rapture and open his eyes. “You liked the taste of that?” he asked the patrolman, his eyebrows raised. “I got something even better for ya.” So saying, he released the man’s jaw and, putting the hand behind the cop’s head, pulled his face toward the exposed armpit. “Lick it.”
Needing no further encouragement, the policeman lapped hungrily at the Air Force officer’s sweaty underarm, the musky taste strong upon his tongue. Wolf brought his left hand from behind the cop’s head to encircle both his and the lawman’s thick meat in his grip. The cop’s slurping intensified as Wolf began to stroke the throbbing shafts in his fist. With his right hand, Wolf gripped the back of the bike cop’s neck and forced the man’s face from his armpit across his chest to the right nipple, leaving a trail of saliva in its path. While continuing to pump his fistful of manmeat, a low growl escaped from Wolf’s throat as he flattened the cop’s nose against his hard chest, his nipple hard and erect between the cop’s nibbling teeth. After a few minutes, Wolf moved the man’s face to the other side where he continued his work on the left nipple. Wolf’s face was toward the ceiling, and the growl from his chest deepened as he felt on the verge of shooting his load. Immediately, he relinquished the rods from his pistoning fist, denying the release that had seemed inevitable.
Putting his hands on either side of the cop’s head, he pulled the man away from his chest. Spittle coated the cop’s mouth and nose, and his bright blue questioning eyes looked into Wolf’s for the brief second before their lips locked together and Wolf’s tongue entered his mouth.
Wolf’s tongue continued its assault on the patrolman’s throat as his hands moved from the man’s head to the thick, muscular neck and on down to the hard, broad shoulders. The cop, having no control over his balance with his cuffed hands, leaned forward, his hairy chest supported on Wolf’s. The rough hands massaged his shoulder muscles before continuing down the bulging arms, over the cold metal cuffs and onto his round, firm buttocks. Wolf kneaded the twin globes in each hand as he pulled the man’s hips toward him, crushing their cocks between the fur covered groins. As he slid his middle finger between the asscheeks and lightly pressed at the ring of sphincter muscle, Wolf felt the lawman’s dick twitch. A fresh supply of precum flowed, matting the pubic hairs of both the Captain and the cop. Applying slightly more pressure, the tip of the finger slipped into the tight, virgin manhole, eliciting a long moan from the cop as he sucked on the raping tongue in his mouth. Wolf’s finger continued its rear assault one millimeter at a time while the slime slickened groins crushed the two throbbing shafts of manmeat trapped between them.
Wolf pulled his tongue from the hungry cop’s mouth. “You like that, doncha?” he asked, staring into the deep blue eyes. “You get off on the feel of a man’s finger up your butt.” He twisted his finger in the dark tunnel to make his point.
Officer Hussler winced slightly at the sensation, his blue eyes gleaming in the room light. “Sir, the policeman has never allowed anything up there before.” There was a slight pause before he continued, “But, yes, Sir. The policeman does enjoy the sensation.” He lowered his gaze staring at the hollow at the base of Wolf’s neck. “But it is what the Captain wants that is important. The policeman’s body is yours to do with what you will. Sir.”
Wolf slowly withdrew his finger from the cophole as he pulled his chest from that of the hirsute lawman. He licked his lips as he looked at the cop’s broad chest, the blonde fur of which was dark and matted with the mingled sweat of the two men. Then, as the muscular bike cop stood still and submissive before him, he placed his hands on the man’s hard shoulders, and, bending his neck, took the cop’s left tit between his teeth.
Wolf could feel the man’s thick shoulder muscles tense as he bit down on the fleshy nub. It grew and hardened as he sucked and teased it with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a small, quiet groan from the lawman’s throat. Wolf slid his hand from the shoulder across the man’s hairy chest and into his thatch of pubic hair. Then, grasping the rutting copmeat in his fist, his gripping teeth pulled the hardened nipple away from the muscular curve of the cop’s chest and quickly released it to snap back into place. Wolf licked gently at the abused tit, then ran his tongue across the hairy valley and over to its twin on the right, the salty taste of mansweat filling his mouth. As he began to gnaw on the rubbery nib, he extended the index finger from his cock filled left hand to rub at the piss slit barely protruding through the cop’s long foreskin. The free flowing precum lubricated his finger, allowing it to slide effortlessly under the fleshy shroud of the beefy cock which spasmed in response. His finger circled the sensitive cockhead under the foreskin as the shaft throbbed in Wolf’s fist. Bringing his right hand down to the cop’s nutsack, Wolf’s thumb and index finger formed a ring just above the large balls forcing them to stretch at the base of the sack.
Officer Hussler’s body tensed, the fingers of his cuffed hands splayed behind him as his world was suddenly centered on his groin and the calloused hands that played there. His head was thrown back and his mouth gaped open as the captain knelt, moving his tongue down over the cop’s hairy, rippled abs and teasing at the crater of his navel, flicking out and then retreating. Lust burned like a fire in the bike cop’s manhood, and short grunts emanated from his throat as the damnable finger continued its torturous orbits under his foreskin. It seemed every muscle in his body was contracted and it would only be a matter of moments now before the sensuous manipulations to his cockhead caused him to . . .
Wolf felt the heavy copnuts retract upward in their sack in prelude to orgasm and immediately withdrew his probing finger from the man’s dick. Simultaneously, his left fist became a constricting cockring at the base of the shaft, preventing the threatened ejaculation. The cop’s brows furrowed above his blue eyes as he looked down at the sneering face of the man who denied his sexual release.
“Not yet,” Wolf’s lips spread over his teeth in an animalistic grin, “not by a long shot.” He slid his fist up the shaft of copmeat causing the head to retreat into the slickened, extended foreskin, then, bringing his face closer to the thickly veined, throbbing manhood, took the redundant foreskin in his teeth and bit down. He played with it for a few moments, stretching it to the limits of extension as his right hand pulled and fondled at the egg sized balls. Maintaining his constricting grip on the base of the cop’s cock with his left hand, Wolf extended his tongue to slide under the silky, salty foreskin. The lawman moaned and threw his head back as his balls churned in futile response to the carnal ministrations.
Wolf alternately gnawed and licked at the shroud of foreskin as his right index finger crept between the asscheeks of the spasming policeman. He knew that as long as his fist constricted the base of the copdick, it was impossible for the man to cum. He pushed his fingertip against the protesting rectal sphincter and entered the cop’s asshole. Looking up at the man’s anguished face, he grinned, “You know,” he began softly, almost in a whisper, “sometimes I think that bringing a man to the verge of orgasm and then denying that release is a much more exquisite torture than anything else devised.” He tightened his grip on the base of the man’s cock. “The mind is obligated by the flesh. It’s a basic lust, and a weakness that begs to be exploited.” He pushed his finger slightly farther up the cop’s ass. “Control a man’s ability to cum and you control his whole fuckin’ body.” The cop’s face was contorted, his eyes squeezed tightly closed, his teeth clenched in a lust filled grimace. Wolf laughed as he saw the man’s barely managed self control. “Don’t you agree?” he asked.
Although no words left his mouth, Officer Hussler certainly confirmed that his mind was captive to the sensations being wrought by his captor’s hands. A long, moaning grunt was all he was able to muster as the probing finger writhed its way farther into his ass. Suddenly he felt the hand release his throbbing, purplish cock seconds before a sensation of sickening pain as his balls were crushed in a fist, pulling them from his groin. Simultaneously, Wolf’s voice barked out. “I asked you a question, mister!”
His balls were aching and he could feel the finger fully embedded now in his asshole. “Sir! The policeman needs to cum, Sir.” The cop’s eyes remained squeezed tightly shut as, with his face still toward the ceiling, he shouted, “Please, Sir!”
Wolf gave a final tug to the large copnuts and pulled his finger from the man’s ass as he stood before him. “You really need to blow your nuts that bad? Tell you what,” he said as he took the back of the cop’s head in his left hand, “I’ll make you a deal.” He inserted the fouled right index finger between the man’s lips. Officer Hussler opened his eyes to look directly into Wolf’s as he began to suckle at the finger. Wolf broke into a wide grin, “You wanna hear what it is?”
The cop nodded his head slightly as he cleaned the remainder of the captain’s finger with his saliva. Wolf placed the spit slickened digit on the cop’s left nipple and rubbed. Leaning close to the muscular bike cop’s ear, he said quietly, “I’ll give you two hundred and fifty bucks above what Bear’s paying you,” a wicked sparkle flashed in Wolf’s eyes, “if you can cum in the next sixty seconds.” A look of hope spread across the bodybuilder’s face, and Wolf laughed, “Of course, you have to stand right where you are,” Wolf’s eyes narrowed to slits, “and the cuffs stay on.” Desperation furrowed the brows of the handsome cop as Wolf stepped away looking at his wristwatch. Then, looking up with a grin, Wolf uttered a single syllable, “Go.”
The hot lust churning in his balls controlled the blond bike cop’s body, and he grimaced in concentration as he bucked his hips causing his hefty meat to flop awkwardly as it projected spearlike from his groin. Wolf threw his head back and hooted while the cop turned red, although whether from embarrassment or exertion it was hard to tell. The cuffed lawman barely heard Wolf call off the thirty second mark as he concentrated on various gyrations of his hips, fucking the air in a desperate attempt to shoot. The clear slime of precum oozed heavily from the piss slit, flinging haphazardly over the room as the rigid cock lurched in response to the quickening thrusts while Wolf counted the seconds down from ten. The cop shook his head as he bucked, refusing to give in as he heard Wolf’s steady voice, “. . . three, two, one.” Wolf made a loud buzzing sound to signal the end of the allotted time and stepped forward to grab the large copnuts in his fist, bringing a halt to the man’s wild floundering. “Time’s up, buddy. Real shame, too.” Wolf raised his eyebrows in mock seriousness. “I think you almost had it.” The thwarted lawman’s forehead creased in helpless frustration as he lowered his gaze to the floor. He watched his sizeable copmeat continue to exude precum as it matted the hairs on Wolf’s forearm.
Taking the cop’s chin in his other hand, Wolf brought the man’s face back up to see the anguish in his blue eyes. Wolf couldn’t help but smile to himself as he wondered whether the man realized what he was getting himself in for when he accepted Bear’s offer. He also made a mental note to find out just where that ex-grunt found this hot sonuvabitch. In any case, the man was sure earning his money tonight. And doing a damned good job of it, too. “Aww, don’t take it so hard, man,” Wolf consoled, “this IS what you wanted, after all. Isn’t it?”
“Sir. Yes, Sir,” the cop swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “This policeman has thought about you ever since seeing you down at the station house.” Wolf ran the back of his hand over the man’s furry chest, a slight grin on his face as the man continued. “When the rumors and stories got around about what you and your buddies did to that asshole cop, this policeman knew you were the man to give him what he needed.”
Wolf’s grin broadened as he pinched the blond’s left nipple. “Zat so?” He cocked his head to one side and stared at the man’s bright blue eyes. “You know, that cop bit off a bit more than he could chew.”
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The corners of Officer Hussler’s mouth curled into a slight grin. “This policeman has a hearty appetite, Sir.”
Wolf guffawed and smacked lightly at the bike cop’s cheek. “You ARE a cocky bastard, I’ll give ya that!”
“Sir. Yes, Sir. Perhaps it’s because the policeman is so hairy, Sir.” The cop licked his lips and swallowed hard. “If you know what the policeman means, Sir.”
A look of questioning amusement spread across Wolf’s face. “You saying you wanna be shaved?” Wolf grabbed a handful of the man’s thick chest hair. “Is that it?”
The lawman’s blue eyes glinted in the incandescent room light. “Sir. The policeman is yours to do with what you will.” He pressed his lips into a thin line as he stared at Wolf’s face.
Wolf released the man’s nutsack and looked pensively at the slime matted hairs on his forearm. Then, bringing it up to his mouth, he sucked at the drying scum, cleaning it from his arm. Licking his lips, he pinched one of the man’s nipples in each hand. “No, man,” he said, slowly shaking his head, “your hairy chest turns me on. It’d be a real waste to shear it off.” His green eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the cop. “But I’ll tell ya what. You’ve been pretty okay.” He ran a hand down the man’s furred abdomen, pulling slightly at the blond hairs surrounding the navel before continuing into the thick nest of the cop’s groin. “What I’ll do is take this from you.” He ran the pubic hairs through his fingers. “Give me a little souvenir, and give you something to remember me by as it itches growing back.” He smiled, biting his cheek, “How’s that?”
The touch of the captain’s hands on his body brought a low moan from the cop’s chest as he raised his chin, narrowing his eyes. “Sir. The policeman would consider it an honor, Sir.”
“Glad you feel that way,” Wolf smiled, hefting the heavy copnuts in his palm, “because you’re gonna do all the work.” He gave the balls a squeeze before releasing them. Then, stuffing his own meat back into his briefs, he pulled up his pants, leaving the fly gaping open, and headed toward the bathroom. Looking over his shoulder he called to the cop, “Meanwhile, unless you’re one hell of a contortionist, you might want to remove those cuffs.”
Officer Hussler watched as Wolf disappeared into the other room, then glanced over at his utility belt on the floor where Wolf had dropped it. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, precum seeping freely from the piss slit. Moving over to the black leather utility belt, he knelt slowly, and, turning around, felt for the pouch that contained the key to the handcuffs. An expression of confusion masked his handsome face as his fingers slid inside only to find it empty. He turned his head awkwardly back in a futile attempt to see into the small case behind him, the corded neck muscles glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. His concentration was broken by Wolf’s voice, and he spun his head back toward the sound.
“Looking for this?” Wolf had a wicked grin on his face as he leaned in the doorway. The small silver key gleamed between his outstretched index finger and thumb. In one smooth, graceful motion, he flipped the key into the air and palmed it as he pushed away from the doorframe and strutted in the direction of the kneeling lawman. Passing the sofa, he set a leather shaving kit he had been carrying in his other hand on the armrest. The grin expanded, causing creases to form at the corners of his narrowing eyes. “I guess I forgot to tell ya,” he explained in false apology, “I took this so it wouldn’t get lost.” He opened his palm to display the key. “But it looks like you need it more than I do.” He pulled the elastic waistband of his jockeys past the still gaping fly, then, dropping the key into the briefs, released them to snap back into place. Raising his eyebrows, he coaxed the fair haired bodybuilder, “Come and get it.”
The cop licked his lips and, still on his knees, approached the taunting Air Force officer. With his face just inches from the bulging pouch, he looked up at Wolf. “Sir . . . ?”
Wolf grinned down at the man. “It’s all yours, buddy. Go for it.”
Pulling the elastic with his teeth, Officer Hussler was able, with some difficulty, to get his chin and nose past the waistband and into the moist warmth of the captain’s briefs. He inhaled the musky odor of Wolf’s crotch as his tongue fished around for the small key. The jostling of his manhood caused Wolf’s dick to harden, pressing against the cop’s cheek and crowding the pouch even more. Wolf grunted softly, placing both hands on the back of the blond stud’s head as it bobbed and twisted in his shorts.
The cop hooked his tongue under the turgid shaft of meat and maneuvered it up past the elastic waistband where it fully stiffened, precum exuding from the tip. The lawman licked at the slimy droplet before gently taking the dickhead into his mouth and running his tongue sensuously over the sensitive flesh.
“Ohhhh, yeah, buddy,” Wolf groaned, pulling the cop’s head closer, forcing his rigid meat deeper into the lawman’s throat. Applying slight suction, the cop’s tongue teased at the fully engorged, throbbing shaft as he slowly withdrew his mouth from its length. “Awwww, man!” Wolf gasped, looking down at the upturned, flushed face of the cop. “Buddy, you are one expert cocksucker!”
The cop smiled, his white teeth gleaming between his spit slickened lips. “Sir. Thank you, Sir!” he quipped before diving his face back into the less cramped white pouch of Wolf’s underwear. Without the mass of dickmeat in the way, the cop was able to maneuver his tongue around and under the heavy balls until it found the hard metallic form of the key. The tip of his tongue pressed it against the skin behind Wolf’s nutsack and slowly drew it forward between the balls until he was able to suck it into his mouth.
The cop pulled his head from the captain’s crotch, and Wolf laughed as he looked down at the man’s victoriously grinning face, the key glinting between his teeth. “Congratulations,” he said, tousling the blond’s short hair. “Maybe we should submit this event to the Wide World of Sports, huh?” He chuckled again, “Of course, with you participating, there wouldn’t be much competition.” He gently pushed at the cop’s forehead with his palm. “Now put that fucker to good use and get those damned cuffs off.”
The cop spit the key to the floor where it landed in a small puddle of precum that had dripped from his jutting cock. He jockeyed his massive frame around until he was able to reach the key. It took several attempts to keep the slime coated key from slipping out of his fingers before he was able to get it inserted into the lock of the right handcuff. Wolf’s booted foot jabbed gently at the man’s hairy balls and dick while the cop put full concentration on freeing his wrists. Finally, he was able to release the right cuff and he brought his arms in front of him where he flexed his stiff biceps and pectorals before unlocking the cuff from his left wrist. He held them up, as if in offering, to the Air Force captain standing over him.
“Ta-Da!” Wolf laughed as he accepted the cuffs and key from the kneeling muscleman. “And now, for his next trick,” Wolf continued in the tone of a carnival barker, “Officer Hussler will make his pubic hair disappear!” The two men grinned at each other and Wolf patted the cop on the head. “Be a good boy. Crawl on over and retrieve that case from the couch.”
Wolf licked his lips as he watched the lawman crawl on all fours to the sofa, his muscular back rippling with each movement, the twin globes of his asscheeks undulating as he went. Grasping the short strap in his teeth, the cop brought the shaving kit over to Wolf and dropped it at his feet.
Wolf gripped his bulging crotch with one hand while he ran the other through the cop’s short blond hair. His cock stiffened in his grip as he looked down at the man’s thick neck and broad, rippling back. “Up on your knees and get to work,” he ordered quietly, then turned and sat in the leather recliner fondling the thick bulge in his briefs while watching the blond bike cop through narrowed eyes.
Officer Hussler straightened to a kneeling position with his thighs splayed apart, his heavy copnuts dangling like a pendulum below his protruding, uncut pole. After taking a pair of scissors from the leather case, he set it down on the floor beside him. Holding the scissors in both hands, he held them, point upward, over his head like some erotic lightning rod. The muscles of his torso stood out in bold relief as he stretched his brawny arms high above him. “Sir. We who are about to shave salute you, SIR!” he called, staring into the green eyes of the captain.
Wolf laughed at the theatrics, shaking his head. “Just get on with it. Those pubes now belong to me, mister.”
With a confident grin twitching at the corners of his mouth, the beefy blond brought his hands and his attention down to the thick nest of hair at his groin, and began to shear away the blond thatch. Whether due to the thought of being stripped of his man-fur, or because of its rough manipulation as he clipped, the cop’s purplish cock throbbed, causing the precum to flow thickly from its tip. The man’s tongue protruded slightly as he concentrated on the task at hand, cropping away the last of the blond pubes.
Wolf watched in rapt concentration, licking his lips, as the small pile of hair on the floor grew between the cop’s knees. He slipped his left hand under the elastic waistband of his briefs as he ran his right hand over his chest hair, pinching at his nipples. This guy was definitely making him hot. As his balls churned in their sack, a wet stain of precum spread over the pouch of his jockeys.
Officer Hussler replaced the scissors in the leather case, then pulled out a can of shave cream. His cock and balls bounced frantically as he began to shake the canister.
“Stop!” Wolf’s voice barked out. “Put that shit away, asshole.” He extended his right arm, the index finger pointing to the can of Foamy in the cop’s grip. Then, burying his left hand deeper into his crotch, he continued, “I want you to remember this for a while. You’re gonna feel the burn of a dry shave for the next few days, mister. At least until . . .,” a wicked smile lit the captain’s handsome face, “. . . the itching starts.”
The cop’s brows knitted as he looked from Wolf to the can of shaving cream. Then, looking back to Wolf, he bit his cheek as he replaced the can back into the leather case. “Sir, as the Captain wishes, Sir.”
After a moment of rummaging, the blond pulled a Gillette twin blade from the shaving kit. He held it up to Wolf, “Sir. Permission to use the Captain’s razor, Sir.”
Wolf grinned broadly. “The best ‘The Man’ can get,” he chuckled, paraphrasing the TV commercial. “Permission granted. And double time it. I want this detail squared away.”
The husky lawman proceeded to scrape away the short blond stubble above his dick. Several tiny red dots of blood appeared as the dry shave caused the razor to catch occasionally. The cop reached for his cock in an attempt to stretch the skin and ease the task, but then stopped in mid movement, remembering what had happened the last time he handled his sizable meat. He looked hesitantly up at Wolf. “Sir, the policeman requests permission to grip his cock, Sir.”
Wolf smiled at the hairy bodybuilder kneeling in front of him. “Just be sure you don’t enjoy it, mister. Remember, I’m watching you.”
The cop’s hefty shaft twitched once just prior to being taken into his calloused hand, a gleaming mucoid string dangling from its tip to the floor. A short grunt escaped his throat as he encircled his massive member and levered it downward, then proceeded to scrape away the remainder of stubble at its base. He looked up at Wolf upon completing the shave.
Wolf’s green eyes were intense as he nodded his head in the direction of the man’s groin. “Now the balls. I want them smooth, too.” He made silent note that the man’s hand maintained its hold on the hooded copmeat.
Refocusing his attention back to his groin, the cop lifted the precum slickened dick to expose his low hanging ballsack. As he did, the foreskin slid sensuously over the cockhead, milking out more of the clear slime which coated his fingers. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his chest and he surreptitiously looked up at Wolf, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
Wolf’s hand appeared to be wrestling with a viper in his briefs as he watched the man shave his heavy nutsack with slow deliberate strokes. It would seem his own low growling masked any quiet sigh the cop might have let slip.
Having completed the denuding of his balls, the cop was reluctant to release his pulsing shaft. His grip tightened imperceptibly and the cockhead darkened as it engorged with blood. Officer Hussler inadvertently closed his eyes momentarily, his head tilted back as the burning in his groin seared his brain. A soft grunt from his throat brought him back and he opened his eyes to see the figure of Wolf glowering down at him. Immediately releasing his cock, he crossed his wrists behind his back and swallowed hard as he stared at Wolf’s boots in front of him. “Sir. The policeman didn’t realize what he was doing, Sir. The sensation was just too great, Sir.”
Wolf stood before the man, his own cock pulsing at the open fly, his briefs shoved just below his balls. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he clucked, hands on his hips, shaking his head. “I guess you just can’t follow simple orders, can you, mister?” He placed his hand on the short blonde hair of the cop’s head, causing him to cringe. “Although, I can understand not being able to keep your hands off a monster dick like that.” A wicked smile grew at the corners of Wolf’s mouth, as he bent slowly and reached down to encircle the throbbing, hooded rod in his fist. "God knows, I can't."
Leaning his right hand on the cop's broad shoulder for support, Wolf ran his left hand over the smooth, naked groin, and down to the now hairless scrotum, savoring the shaven texture. Sliding his grip from the base of the cop cock toward the tip, he was rewarded with a large globule of precum. As he pinched the foreskin over the dickhead, the slime ran over his index finger and, like a spider spinning a web, left a thin silver strand as it fell to the floor.
Wolf slid his fist back along the shaft, pulling the enshrouding foreskin off the glistening, purplish dickhead as he went. He could feel the muscles of the man's shoulder tense under his right hand, and he smiled, knowing the effect his left hand was having. Slowly, by degree, he increased the pace of his back and forth course along the blond hunk's cock, leaving the man panting with the need to cum, his rippled abdominal muscles standing in sharp relief under the carpet of flaxen fur.
Again, just moments before the cop nuts erupted their hot load of sperm, Wolf abruptly ceased his ministrations, and tightly encircled the base of the dick with his index finger and thumb. For a second time, a deep, tortured moan escaped the hairy chest of the man at his feet, once more deprived of the release he so desperately needed.
When he was convinced the roiling balls were again thwarted, Wolf removed his clamping grip and straightened back up, obviously enjoying himself. "Having fun yet? Bet you need to blow your load like a sonuvabitch, don't ya?"
The man looked up, an expression of hope spread across his handsome face. "Sir, yes, sir. The policeman's nuts feel ready to explode, sir."
Wolf sucked air in the corner of his mouth in a clicking sound. "Well, damn. Sure do wish I could help you out." A sudden laugh escaped his chest when he saw the doleful look replace the hope in the bike cop's eyes. Whatever Bear was paying this stud wasn't enough. The guy was a helluva performer.
"Okay, dickwad," Wolf continued, striving to maintain character, "Gather up your clippings there and stow 'em in what's left of your shorts. Not only will I have your pubes as a souvenir, I'll have the funk of your crotch as well."
Wolf watched with arms folded across his chest as the man crept to retrieve his discarded briefs, his mast like dick waving from side to side, flinging precum as he went. Then, spreading the tattered underwear on the floor, he scraped up his shorn fur and placed it in the center of the rag. After folding the edges over into a neat little package, he offered it to Wolf, who accepted it with an amused smile.
Bringing the bundle to his nose, Wolf made a show of inhaling, then nodded his head approvingly. "That's good. Smells like a man SHOULD smell." He looked at the wad in his hand, then at the blue eyed muscle man kneeling in front of him, a broad grin on his face as he ran the palm of his hand through the cop's mat of chest fur. "I reckon Bear's told you I have a thing for 'fuzz', huh?" The double entendre brought a genuine roar of laughter from Wolf's chest.
An uncertain smile lifted the corners of the hunky blonde's mouth just before Wolf's hands slid under his sweat drenched armpits and pulled him to his feet. In one swift motion, Wolf wrapped his arms around the man's back, pulling him close, then slipped his tongue into the surprised bike cop's mouth. The man surrendered himself to the Zoomie, his cock trapped between their groins, leaking slimy precum, as his lips were abraded by the day's growth of the captain's beard.
Wolf could feel the spasming jerks of the man's dick against his belly as he thrust his tongue between the pearly whites. He moved one hand to the back of the cop's head, pressing the man's face even harder against his own, as he dropped his other hand to the hairy butt and prodded the middle finger against the twitching asshole. With their lips locked in an airtight seal, Wolf's tongue continued its invading exploration of the other's mouth as bull like snorts escaped from their nostrils.
A muffled moan crawled from the blond man's chest and into Wolf's mouth as the finger slid past the tight rectal sphincter and into his dark, moist hole. Wolf sucked as if to draw the very life from the man's body, pushing his finger deeper beyond the clasping ring of muscle.
As the probing digit advanced ever farther, prodding at his prostate, the short muscle man shoved forward, his pulsating prick gliding easily against Wolf's groin in the slimy muck. By rocking his hips slightly back and forth, his oozing, uncut cock fucked the hot confines of the abutting bellies, while Wolf's finger screwed his asshole.
Sweat poured from the writhing torsos of the two men, the muscular chests sliding over each other in the natural lubrication. Wolf could feel the man's steel like shaft pumping between them, and smiled to himself as his tongue fucked the mouth and his finger fucked the ass. He knew what his husky little playmate was up to, and he wasn't going to let him blow his load just yet. He wanted to be able to see that manjuice shoot from the thick dick, as the shrouding foreskin slipped over and back from the bulbous purple head. Oh, yeah. Nothing quite like watching a man do what a man was made to do. And he wasn't going to be deprived of that. No sir.
Abruptly pulling his finger from the clamping ass, Wolf brought his hand around and roughly pulled the man's large, egglike nuts, bringing a howl of pain as the blonde's head pulled back and his bright blue eyes widened under his furrowed brow.
Wolf fought to keep from smiling as he growled, "You trying to fuck me, son? That what you're attempting to do?" He pulled even harder on the man's tortured nutsack, then punctuated the sentence with a short twist, as he added, "Huh?"
"Sir! No, sir!", the cop shouted through clenched teeth as his balls were stretched to their limit.
"Well, it sure as shit felt that way to me, mister. SOMEthing big and hard was sliding up and down my belly, leaking fuckjuice." As if in demonstration, Wolf ran his other hand over his abdomen, smearing the mingled sweat and precum at his matted pubes. Then, pressing his palm to the man's mouth, continued as his hand was licked clean, "If it wasn't you, just what the hell was it? Inquiring minds want to know."
The short, blonde, bodybuilder licked the remainder of scum from his lips as Wolf pulled his hand away. "Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir. What the policeman means, sir, is that he wasn't trying to fuck you. It's just that his balls are about to burst, sir." The deep voice took on a note of pleading. "Please, sir. This officer can't take much more of this."
Wolf relaxed the strain on the nuts in his fist, but rolled them painfully between his fingers. "Well, this is what you asked for, isn't it? Didn't you ask to be worked over by the tough military officer?" He continued rolling the testicles, but more gently, in his hand. In a way he felt sorry for the guy. He didn't know how much Bear had paid him, but Wolf figured he probably got his money's worth. And the guy would more than likely think twice before accepting a gig like this again.
"Okay," Wolf said, releasing the battered balls, "you need to cum, and I reckon it wouldn't do me any harm to release a little pressure of my own." Saying this he grabbed his own jutting fuck pole and gave a few quick strokes. "But, since you tried to fuck me, now I get to fuck you. Fair enough?"
The muscleman's blue eyes looked up at Wolf's, gleaming in anticipation. "Sir, this policeman would consider it an honor, sir!"
Wolf grinned at the man's doggedness. He was going to play it out, all the way to the end. But that was fine. This was one of the best birthday presents he had ever received.
"Okay, 'officer'," prepare to be fucked," Wolf grinned. "Get down on your back, feet in the air."
The blonde hunk's mouth curled into a slight smile as he complied with the command, watching as the towering zoomie shoved his pants and briefs to his ankles where they bunched over his combat boots.
Standing between the splayed legs, Wolf reached down and wrapped the thighs around his waist. The man's weight now rested solely on his broad shoulders, his rock hard dick pointed accusingly at his own face.
Hocking a large wad of saliva into his palm, Wolf spread it over his cock. Then, grasping the base, pointed it at the puckered ring of the cop's asshole, and plunged to the hilt, bringing a muffled grunt from the hairy chest of the impaled muscle man. With a hand on each hip, Wolf rammed his throbbing man meat into the tight, hot hole, then began to slowly piston in and out with a rotating motion. He was pleasantly surprised at the tight fit around his cock. "Nice, solid ass for a 'professional' man," he said between strokes.
Officer Hussler, at this point, wasn't paying a whole lot of attention. "Thank you, sir," he mumbled between grunts, as his itching ass was filled with the hot military meat.
"If you still need to drain those nuts, mister," Wolf panted, as his speed increased, "now's the time."
"Sir! Yes, SIR!" the man shouted, reaching up to wrap a fist around his hooded cock and began beating furiously before the Air Force officer could change his mind. His fist flew up and down the thickly veined shaft, the foreskin sliding over the purplish head with each stroke, spreading the seeping precum and causing it to drip onto the blonde's handsome face.
Wolf's own lust was on full boil now, as the man licked the silvery precum from his lips where it fell from his massive cock. Wolf fucked the receptive asshole with aggressive exuberance as he watched the man jacking himself off. He could feel his balls pulling close to his groin in preparation. "Shoot it, man!" he shouted at the cop, as he feverishly pumped the ass. "Shoot your fucking load!"
The impaled blonde didn't need any further encouragement, and the thick, white semen exploded from his cock to strike his face and hairy upper chest. He opened his mouth and aimed the last few shots into his waiting throat.
The combination of the show below him, and the contraction of the muscles clutching his cock as the man blew his wad, was enough to drive Wolf over the edge. Short grunts escaped his throat as he rammed his prick into the spasming ass. "Ohhhhhh, FUCK!" he shouted as his own balls emptied their load.
Gradually the pistoning slowed, then stopped, and Wolf took a deep breath and let it out in a ragged gasp as he withdrew his cock. He looked down at the man below him, cum spattered across his face and sweat matted chest hair. A smile spread across Wolf's face as he watched the man panting on the floor, exhausted. "You done good, son," he grinned. "Wouldn't mind another shot at you sometime, if you don't . . ." For the second time, Wolf was cut off by the chiming doorbell.
"Now, who the fuck...," Wolf stepped back from the man's legs and pulled up his briefs and trousers as he went to the door. He finished buttoning the fly as he peered through the peephole. Suddenly a big grin was back on his face as he stepped back and swung the door wide open.
Two men in police uniforms stood on the stoop. The tall, muscular one with the flattop had a beefy arm draped around the shoulders of the shorter cop who was holding a brightly wrapped package in his outstretched hands.
"Bear!" Wolf shouted, clapping the big policeman on the shoulder "and Cub, how the hell are you guys?" Wolf was grinning broadly. "Thanks for the present, you old sonuvabitch! Fit perfect, too." He laughed, a deep rumbling sound.
Bear and Cub looked at each other with quizzical expressions. "Sorry we're so late," Bear began, "but we just got off shift and wanted to drop this by." He nodded to Cub who offered the package to Wolf.
"Happy birthday, Wolf," Cub grinned. "Bear wanted to sing, but I convinced him that there's a law against disturbing the peace."
"Aww, hell!" Wolf spat, smacking his palm to his forehead, "just where the fuck are my manners? C'mon in, come in!" He stepped to the side to allow the uniformed officers entry.
As they stepped through the threshold, both stopped and stared at the naked man arising from the floor at the center of the room, wiping cum from his face as he stood.
Wolf turned to look at the naked body builder, then back at the two cops, as he closed the door. "Of course, you already know this guy," he grinned, jerking a thumb in the direction of the hairy blonde. "I gotta tell ya, Bear, this guy is one helluva . . ."
"Hussler??" Bear gasped.
"Well, yeah," Wolf said, his brows suddenly knitting together in confusion as he saw the expression in Bear's face.
"Officer Davidson. Officer Cubrelli." Wolf turned in the direction of the voice behind him. The blond was obviously embarrassed, holding one hand futilely over his cock and balls, while trying unsuccessfully to wipe the cum from his chest fur. "I can explain," he muttered.
Wolf looked from the naked man to the two uniforms and back, in a parody of a spectator at a tennis match. "What . . .?" he asked, then turned back again, "what?"
A smile curled Bear's mouth as a dawning came upon him. Then he began to laugh. He looked at Wolf's perplexed expression, and laughed even harder, building to fits which brought tears to his brown eyes.
It was a contagious laughter, and Cub was grinning now, as well. "Wolf," Cub began, trying to maintain composure, "Officer Hussler, here, is one of our new Motorcycle Cops. Just transferred in about a month ago."
Wolf was stunned, looking at the naked man. "You mean he's not. . ." Then, turning back to Bear, "You mean you didn't. . ." He turned back to the blond, "You mean you're really. . ."
Bear was whooping with laughter, holding onto Cub, who was also laughing heartily now, for support.
Even Officer Hussler was smiling nervously, standing exposed in the center of the room. "I thought I made that clear when I first came in," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders.
Now even Wolf began to laugh as he stepped over to the blond cop and wrapped an arm around the wide shoulders. "Well, welcome to the family," he said, slapping the furry blond chest. "I hope this doesn't mean I'll be charged with assaulting a police officer."
Officer Hussler's blue eyes glinted as he grinned, "I'm sure we can work something out, sir."
And, indeed, they did.
