Love Patrol Pt. 05

The moment seemed surreal. Dylan stood across from Ray, shrouded in the foliage of the woods, illuminated only by a small, battery powered lamp, a distant street light, and the light of the moon; his muscular, six-foot-three body completely exposed to the summer air. The only thing covering his impressive physique was shadows. Ray eyed him hungrily, fully clothed and completely transfixed. Dylan's workouts generally focused on olympic weight-lifting and functional strength. They included heavy, compound movements that required a great deal of hip-hinging motion. It showed. His thighs and ass were amazing. There had been mornings where Ray would wake up and trace curvature of muscles from the sleeping giant's lower back dipping down to his glutes, admiring and waiting for his chance to bury himself inside. The time was now. The realization of what was about happen ignited the dominant side of him. The side that had faded into a fulfilled submissiveness to his boyfriend's indomitable hold over him. But now, in a sexy, commanding, and controlled tone Ray spoke.

"Get on your knees."

*******

The night had started out with Ray going to meet Dylan's closest friend. It was at a bar. Not the type of place Ray would normally spend an evening but this one was owned said friend. Their schedules had synced for the first time in of couple of weeks and both had the next day off. Dylan asked Ray to drive.

"I might have a few," he said with a little bit of uncustomary mischief. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while."

"Yeah, I'll bet," was all Ray replied.

They arrived early in the evening, as the August sun was just starting to recede. Upon walking in, the ever-vigilant cop took a look around. It was a dive but not in a sketchy way. The place had character. A string of lights lit up the bar and the floor was populated with an array of booths, standalone tables, and chairs.

"So, this is where you like to hang out?" Ray asked.

"Yup, it's homey," Dylan replied.

Two men stood working the bar. One - a dark-haired, decently attractive Italian guy- took one look at the couple and immediately turned away. He looked at the hand on the clock as if counting down the seconds and the moment the clock struck 8; he was gone.

"That your ex?" Ray asked.

"Yeah," Dylan replied with a lack of emotion that heartened Ray.

The other was a black guy who looked to be in his late thirties to early forties. He was average height or maybe a little less but wide as tank and just as solid. Maybe a power lifter. His arms were huge and he carried an aura of confidence. He acknowledged them both with a nod and a wave. The look that passed between him and Dylan was one of begrudging respect.

"And that's his boyfriend?"

"Yup,"

At that point Ray's only thought was that this was a lot gay guys for an establishment that was not a gay bar. From there he was led to an office in the back. At the desk sat a white-haired older man with a neat white goatee.

"Hey Charlie," Dylan said genially.

The man looked up from the notepad he had been scribbling into.

"Hey there Dylly," he said with a smile in his voice.

"This is Ray."

Charlie fixed Ray with a quick discerning gaze that caused the younger man to go nervous for a bit. But when their eyes met, Ray was greeted with a warm smile from kind eyes.

"So, you're the guy Dylan hasn't been able to shut up about. I can see why. Nice to meet you," Charlie said, extending a hand in welcome.

Ray shook it firmly and noticed a weathered anchor tattoo on the man's forearm with a rope leading up to a compass rose.

"Navy?" Ray asked.

Their white-haired patron nodded in the affirmative. "Oh, about eleven years. Why don't you two go get yourselves a table and I'll come on out after I finish up some work."

With that they made their way to an open table and settled in. At one point, while Dylan was off getting drinks and chatting with various familiar faces, the sturdy fellow previously working the bar swaggered up to the table. Charlie fixed him with a slightly wary look.

"Don't you look at me like that, Charlie," the man said, chidingly.

"SARGE," Charlie said in a warning tone to the which their new addition responded by holding up his hands in surrender.

"I know, I know. This one's off limits. I'm just being friendly. Sarge," he said extending a large hand to Ray, who shook it firmly but with hidden caution.

"This one?" he asked, pointedly. The question was born out of curiosity and nothing else. Ray trusted Dylan. But he also wanted to get a feel for the group.

Charlie explained. "Yeah, Dyl's brought his friend John by and his other friend Leo's showed up a few times too." He continued excitedly. "Leo even brought a few young people. They actually thought this little dive was cool."

Ray grunted in satisfaction with the answer. "Hard to imagine John in a place like this."

"Yeah," Sarge concurred, pulling up a chair. "Seems like a real nice guy. Shy, preppy, accountant type. A real boy scout... until you get a few drinks in him."

Ray knew THAT from experience and kept a cool demeanor. But he was actually dying to know what this forward newcomer was alluding to. "You speaking from experience?"

Sarge smirked, "Oh yeah. And I don't think he'd mind me telling you."

Ray might have pressed for more entertaining details but right at the moment, Dylan returned with a Jack and coke for himself and water for Ray.

"John might come by tonight," Dylan informed the table.

"Oh, that's nice," Charlie said.

"And what about your other new friend?" Sarge asked.

"Who?" It was clear Dylan knew exactly who he meant.

"Will Leo be making an appearance tonight?" Sarge said sarcastically.

"You mean you don't know?" Dylan shot back suggestively.

Surprised, Sarge let out an amused sigh. "He told you about that, huh?"

"Yup."

It took a moment for Ray to process but when the realization hit him, he found himself more than a little surprised. And interested. At 25, Leo was significantly younger than both Sarge and Dylan. Both Leo and Sarge were black and attractive but that is where the similarities ended. Leo was tall, leanly muscular, and looked like male model. Sarge was average height and build like a brick house. Because of the man's forward nature Ray decided to pry.

"How'd that go?" he asked, fully prepared to be rebuffed. Sarge was unfazed. He looked around to make there was no one within earshot of their little group.

"Well, I was hoping to pop his cherry. I'm fully versatile so I figured I'd let him have his way, get comfortable, and then maybe he'd get comfortable enough to let me get in there." The man's boulder like shoulders slumped and his voice took a disappointed tone. "But I been lettin' him take his daddy issues out on my ass for weeks now, and I can't even get a finger in him."

Dylan snorted. Ray remained stoic. "Huh," was all he replied.

It wasn't long before Dylan was called away to connect with some of the other patrons at the bar. This was his domain and he really was somewhat of the Big Man around this establishment. Everyone knew him and it seemed that everyone liked him.

"You ok over here?" he asked, before getting up from the table.

"All good."

Ray sat and chatted with Charlie and Sarge and then also John who showed up seeming a bit agitated but slowly started to relax as the night went on. It was nice seeing Dylan with his friends and it seemed that there was no end to the amount of people who wanted to chat with him or buy him a drink. At one point he looked over to the big man doing shots with a group of guys. It was after that point that Dylan disappeared for an extended period of time. After a while, Ray got up to go to the bathroom but also, to surreptitiously look for his boyfriend. As he stepped out of the bathroom though, Dylan appeared. He smelled fresh, like soap and was clearly not entirely sober.

"Where'd you go?"

"Walked over to Charlie's house for minute. Needed to freshen up," Dylan replied. Then, voice filled with lust, "Let's get outta here."

Ray smirked. "Sure thing."

They said their goodbyes and Ray couldn't help but notice an unusually playful quality in Dylan's demeanor. When they got to the car, what came next was surprising.

"Show me your trail."

"What?" Ray said, confused.

"You know, the trail where you do your...patrols," Dylan explained, his voiced charged with a sense of mischief.

"Really?" the cop asked incredulously.

"Yeah."

"...Alright."

When Ray had first told Dylan that he was cop, there was suspicion. When he revealed that he was generally assigned to patrol cruising areas, there was intrigue. And when Ray finally confided that he occasionally partook in the cruising activities, there was genuine amusement.

"That's a damn good way to make sure you don't get caught," Dylan said.

And that was it for the most part. Dylan didn't mind if Ray occasionally got a little bit of ass from some closeted married guy while out on patrol as long as he was safe. Ray never bottomed for them so that wasn't an issue either. Aside from that initial conversation there wasn't much talk about it. Lately, there had not been much to talk about. There were a couple of guys that might be worthy of indulgence if they showed up at a cruising spot but for the most part - in lieu of doing actual patrolling - Ray would find a secluded spot to take a nap.

The drive to the bike trail that led to a secret cruising spot was... interesting. Dylan asked for more and more details of Ray's escapades while becoming increasingly handsy. Ray was perfectly happy with both of those things. Once there, he led the way down a dimly lit bike/running trail and then just off it to a patch of grass hidden from view by trees and shrubbery. The street lamps planted intermittently throughout the trail did little to illuminate this area.

"How do you see anything?" Dylan asked. To which Ray replied my turning on a small battery powered lamp.

The light from Ray's small lamp blended with the glow of the street lamps lining the trail, so that in the unlikely event that someone trotted by on a midnight run, they would never notice it. It was enough light, however, for Ray to see whoever he had managed to conquer on any given night. And now Dylan was here, with a smoldering look in his big brown eyes.

"What do want?" he asked.

"What?" Ray replied in confusion.

Dylan came closer, grabbed him, planted a thirsty kiss on his lips, and then pushed him away, roughly.

"What do you want? Huh?" he asked again, grabbing Ray by the face and crotch. "Tell me what you want right now."

Though his heart started to pound as he realized what was happening, Ray did not let himself get overwhelmed. It was finally his turn to take control. He did it with a blistering kiss to his boyfriend, gripping his face and neck forcefully. He broke contact.

"I WANNA FUCK YOU," he said, before invading Dylan's mouth with his tongue.

"Then do it," was all that was replied. A playful slap, a push, and then: "How do want it?"

After more passionate tonguing it was Ray's turn to get rough. He gave Dylan a shove. Ray knew exactly want he wanted.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

"Alright," Dylan said before he slowly reached up and grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. He then threw it at Ray, who caught it at his chest. With his eyes still on the cop, Dylan unbuttoned his shorts, kicked of his shoes, and stripped them off, leaving him standing there almost naked, his grey briefs and no-show socks all the remained. Ray made a small downward motion with an index finger, indicating that the underwear were to come down as well.

"Socks too," Ray said, wanting Dylan freed from every shred of clothing. The pounding in Ray's chest continued and intensified as he gazed upon Dylan's naked body illuminated by the light the of the clearing.

"Get on your knees."

Dylan's right knee cap kissed the ground and was quickly followed by the left. He looked up and licked his bottom lip as Ray approached and grabbed the back of his head, burying it in his crotch. Dylan breathed deeply and brought his hands to Ray's muscled thighs.

"Take it out," Ray said and watched as Dylan unbuttoned and unzipped his khaki shorts.

By the time the night air hit Ray's growing cock he was almost completely hard. Dylan grabbed the base of it and just stared for a moment, hungry eyes filled with lust. Then he licked his lips and pressed them to the tip, letting it part them as he took Ray into in his wet mouth.

A shiver ran through the cop's body as he felt himself be enveloped by the warmth. He looked down at the slope of Dylan's shoulders, his muscular back, and down to the man's beefy ass, sitting perfectly from his position on his knees. Ray had to have it. Dylan was ravenous, taking the entire length of Ray's big dick down his throat without even the hint of a struggle. He loved it. The head of red-brown hair bobbed back and forth with shameless hunger and Ray knew that Dylan could go on like this all night. Would suck out as many loads out as Ray could produce. But Ray was not willing to settle for a blowjob. Even if it might the best one of his life.

"I wanna fuck you," he said almost struggling to get the words out. It was like this huge man was sucking the life out of him. Dylan kept going, in a mindless frenzy of slurping and sucking. Ray took charge. He grabbed his boyfriend's head with both hands and pulled it off his cock.

"I GONNA FUCK YOU," he said sternly. "Turn around. Get that butt up."

Dylan sank to the ground and got on all fours; his fists planted against the sparse grass. He arched his back, presenting that amazing ass. There was no way Ray could resist burying his face in it. With purpose, Ray got on the ground behind his man. His hands made quick smacking sound when he gripped Dylan's butt cheeks and spread them. Dylan squirmed as Ray exposed his opening. There was no time to waste. Ray swiped his nose on the tight pink hole before pressing his tongue to it.

"Mmhh," Dylan moaned as Ray flattened his tongue and swirled it around. Ray wished he could see the look on his man's face but settled for hearing the sounds that he made. He pursed his lips and gently sucked at the periphery of the opening before digging his tongue even farther in, a technique he had picked up from the man he was currently using it on. Dylan continued to moan and both could easily hear the sound of Ray's lips and tongue smacking against his asshole. Once Ray got his fill he drew up to his knees, replacing his tongue with a finger.

Ray gave the beautiful ass before him once last smack before grabbing his cock with one hand and Dylan's hip with the other. It was time to finally take what he wanted. He spread Dylan open and spat on his hole. Then spat into his hand and used it to lube his cock. He pushed the thick, meaty head of it to the tight hole and popped it in without hesitation. He was expecting a jump, a grunt, or some other indicator of temporary discomfort. But Dylan's knees spread farther apart and he arched his back more. Ray pushed deeper and was finally met with grunt. It was deep and lustful and Ray couldn't help notice how firm and steady Dylan remained. Never once did he squirm or move himself forward. He remained solid, even as Ray started to push in and out. With each thrust of his hips Ray plunged steadily deeper inside.

Dylan emitted a low growling that coincided with each thrust, pushing Ray to pump harder and faster. When he finally pushed the full length of his massive cock inside, he held it there for a moment, savoring the feeling of Dylan's tight hole around it. It was a hot night and they were both starting to sweat so Ray took a moment to quickly discard his shirt with his shorts pulled down around his ass.

He slowly pulled out leaving only the fat tip inside before ramming his way back in to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Dylan exclaimed throwing his head back.

Finally, Ray was starting to get an excited reaction. He grabbed both hips to better control his bottom for the night and started to pound away harder. The rhythmic sound of Ray slapping against his boyfriend's ass cheeks filled the tiny clearing as did the urgent yet muffled moans that resulted.

"Come on," Dylan muttered as Ray took him from behind. "Fuck me, fuck me."

"Oh fuuuck," Ray said, shaking his head in utter disbelief at what was happening. "You're so fucking tight."

Dylan was now in a zone. His chest sank to the ground and he went face down, ass up for his man as his hands dug into the ground. Looking down at the body in front of him, Ray couldn't help but be amazed. The rippling back muscles and unbelievably muscled ass were almost too much for him. He struggled not to cum. He wanted to make this last all night if he could...but then...

Dylan started to grind back against the cock inside him with a quickly increasing intensity. His hips moved with a piston-like power and fluidity as his eager asshole clenched and massaged Ray's thick cock. He picked up the pace once again and took Ray into him like a man possessed. Ray looked down and the big, fit body. It's muscles firing. Watching Dylan's ass working his cock and hearing the big, strong man moan drove Ray over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck!" he groaned as he lost control and shot a hot oozing load into the tight walls of Dylan's rectum. His body went rigid and his teeth clenched until the last of this orgasm passed. He was still rock hard. He pulled Dylan up to his chest. The big man sat up and sank back against the cock still inside him. This wasn't over.

"I'm done yet," Ray gasped. "I'm not done yet!" He said again.

It was then that Dylan shifted his weight, pushing Ray back. Once again, the summer air hit Ray's manhood he felt his boyfriend slide of off it. Dylan turned around on the ground and pushed Ray onto his butt. He straightened out Ray's legs and pulled off his shoes. This was only to clear the path as he next reached for the khaki shorts and pulled them down Ray's leg's, his still hard cock hovering over his abs. In a moment that would have never happened with any of the men he'd conquered on this trail, Ray found himself as naked now as the man he loved.

Dylan grabbed Ray's cock and put a hand on his chest, guiding him to lay back. He had to get another taste. The cop looked down to see a tongue swirl around the fat head and Dylan's mouth take him in again. This was, however, only a temporary detour. Dylan was not done with Ray either. He stood, straddling Ray and lowered himself into a deep squat. Then, reaching under himself, guided the cock back to his loosened opening. Ray could now watch as Dylan lowered himself and the entire length of his huge cock disappeared up his boyfriend's well-lubricated ass.

As the big man started to slide up and down Ray couldn't help but marvel. The way Dylan rode dick was...athletic. Quads that were both thick and toned flexed as he bounced on the balls of his feet; barrel abs and sculpted pecs glistening with sweat that dripped off of his body and onto Ray's. The look in Dylan's eyes was so intense. Ray sat up to put his mouth to Dylan's. Their tongue's danced back and forth as the pulsing continued. With one had on Ray's face and the other on his own cock, Dylan started to moan intensely. Ray laid back, planted his heals to ground, and thrusted upward.

"Ah!" Dylan exclaimed.

Ray loved the sound. Suddenly the motions of Dylan bobbing up and down were replaced with the wild and powerful upward thrusts of Ray's hips. Dylan sank from the balls of his feet to his knees and held on to his cock for dear life. It was like being strapped to a wild bucking bronco. The thick meat of Ray's cock slammed hard up into Dylan's now sloppy, cum-filled hole. The moans that escaped the big man's mouth were unlike any Ray had ever heard from him. One hand on his cock and the other on Ray's chest, Dylan gripped both tightly. His body went rigid and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. Ray did not let up. He fucked upward relentlessly until the massive, beautiful body on top of his started to shake.