New Year's Eve Patrol

Ten-J discovered that each time he struck a specific spot in Sam Sam's ass tightened sending an extra thrill through his cock. Ten-J found the exact depth he could plunge to make that happen and he concentrated on making that happen.

The continual stimulation of his prostate really bothered Sam's cop machismo because of the gratification he was deriving. His cock began leaking pre-cum in copious amounts.

"Go ahead," said Ten-J.

Sam was baffled as to meaning until he felt the cold steel of a knife blade on his wrist. There was a sawing motion and then the plastic restraint dropped free, followed by a repeat on the other. Instinctively, Sam rolled his shoulders and moved his arms down so he could rub feeling into them.

"Yeah, turn him over." This command by Ten-J was clear, particularly as Sam felt himself being turned onto his back. There was some awkwardness because Ten-J kept his cock implanted in Sam's ass during the turn and Sam's legs had to be pulled further back to allow turn.

Sam wanted to stretch his legs to relieve some of the cramp he felt but there was his rigid cock to consider. Sam tried to resist the efforts of the two gang members to spread his knees apart.

"Come on, man, what's up? Spread 'em," Travon said. "Loosen up... Oh, I see the problem. Dude's got a hard on!"

"And he's leaking something serious!" yelled Arnie, "This pig likes getting fucked. Don'tcha, grandpa pig."

Sam's face burned with embarrassment, "No... no, I don't. I don't..."

His protests triggered gales of laughter from the gang. "Yeah, right!" "Tell it to your cock, man." "Fuckin' wrong, pig." 'No one leaks like that 'less they like it!"

Ten-J leaned forward putting his face close to Sam's, "I guess our punishment ain't much of a punishment, right, grandpa?" He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his cock deep into Sam's ass.

And then...

Sam's cock betrayed him again. Ropes of thick gooey cum shot over his belly, chest and chin. The laughter and chiding increased. Sam wanted to be swallowed by the earth, or wanted to die.

But then...

Ten-J's thrusts triggered another explosion of cum. Sam was mortified. Cumming once because he was being fucked was bad enough; cumming twice in a row was worse. At 47 he shouldn't have recovered enough to do that.

The gang's laughter increased in volume and intensity. Whisper softly commented, "This pig is really into it." He accompanied this with a drag of his fore finger through the cum splattered on Sam's chest. "Have a taste, gramps. See how much you enjoyed being fucked."

Sam resisted but Whisper held his nose closed and when Sam's mouth opened he jammed his cum covered fingers in, the officer had no choice. Another gang member did the same thing and the two thugs continued feeding Sam his own cum until it was all gone.

Ten-J, still ramming away in Sam's ass, said, "I think he likes that, too. Let's give him some fresh from the tap. Put the piglet's cock in his mouth and let him suck it out.

Devon was still bound and it was with difficulty the group positioned him next to Sam. A thug got behind Devon and crammed his cock up the young officer's ass, shoving Devon's cock into Sam's mouth. Each thrust of the fucking cock pushed the sucked cock into Sam's mouth.

Devon did not cum right away, so Whisper gave him some manual stimulation. A few strokes were enough to bring forth a blast of cum. Five or six thick salty discharges coated the inside of Sam's mouth.

Sam swallowed all of it. He had to acknowledge to himself it tasted good and he found himself trying to get more from his partner's cock.

This elicited even more laughter as the gang watched the older officer trying to milk more cum from the younger.

"This is too much, I gotta cum in the pig's ass," declared Ten-J and with a couple of more strokes he did just that.

Sam felt the pulses of Ten-J's cock and he could feel the cum in his ass. He felt humiliated that his ass was full of cum... No, he didn't feel humiliated by that! He felt so turned on and that was humiliating. This young thug had fucked two loads of cum from him and then bred his ass.

And he liked it all. Being fucked, the sucking, the taste of cum, being fucking, sucking his partner, all of it.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' he asked himself. You can't enjoy this. You are straight, for God's sake!'

Ten-J pulled out and collapsed to the floor. He started to call for the next fucker but was forestalled by another voice.

Sam heard that voice too but didn't recognize it. At first. Sam glanced around at the astonished faces of the gang and then at the more astonished face of Devon. Until the voice said, "Next. Someone ram your cock in that ass! Now!" That is when it hit him. It was his voice. His voice was asking to be fucked, no, demanding to be fucked, urgently.

Through the laughter and catcalls, Whisper took position and thrust all the way into Sam. And Sam loved the feeling. He loved the force with which Whisper fucked him.

Whisper blew his load and withdrew. Sam instantly urged on another fucker. He urged on all six gang members. Wanting, no needing, them to bred him, to fuck the bejessuz out of him. And he loved every thrust of every cock. The feel of every cock.

With his eyes closed, Sam could tell when Ten-J returned. He loved the feeling Ten-J's cock, especially the head, gave him. He squeezed his ass muscles tightly trying to keep that cock in as long as possible.

He heard a commotion beside him and realized Devon had been untied. And he realized he was jealous of every cock that had fucked Devon and not him. 'Oh, my God, I've gone crazy. Cock crazy. What happened to me?'

"Do it. Do it. You know he wants it," Ten-J urged someone.

Sam looked up, up into Devon's face as the latter took position between his legs. There was a strange look in his partner's eyes. Without further urging, Devon plunged deep into Sam's eager ass. The look was lust!

"Fuckin' hell! That's hot! I'm fucking your ass, Stillwell. I'm fucking my partner!" declared Devon, and he pounded Sam as hard as Whisper had. "What an ass! I'm going to cum!" And he did.

Devon kept pumping, long hard jabs and shorter thrusts giving Sam the same sensations he received from Ten-J.

Suddenly the older officer shot yet another load of cum without his cock being touched.

"Yeah, boy, fuck my ass. That's it boy! Do me hard."

There was an audible gasp fro Ten-J. Then around them, sudden silence. The catcalls, the jeering, the cheering all ceased suddenly. For the first time since the orgy began the room was filled with silence.

Mid-fuck the officers 'heard' the silence and stopped.

"What? What happened?" asked Sam.

Ten-J chuckled to himself, "By God, you do call him 'boy.'"

"I told you that." Sam replied, "What's the big deal?"

"You weren't being racist when you called us 'boys'. You were being 'ageist!'"

"Yah, so?"

Ten-J looked contrite, "We didn't need to punish you guys for being racist. We didn't need to ... well, you know, do what we just did."

Sam and Devon made eye contact, then held a lengthy conversation in undertones to themselves.

Finally, Sam stood up, pulling his ass off Devon's cock and responded, "You mean, because you made a false assumption about my meaning, you turned from a group of guys trying to keep warm to a group of guys forcing sex on us. You know what that means, don't you."

Some of the group began slowly moving toward to the exits.

"Freeze!" ordered the naked unarmed cops. Everyone froze. "Bring us our uniforms and our guns. NOW!"

There was hurried activity. Followed by silence as the two officers donned their uniforms, sans underwear. Once fully attired, Sam and Devon used their guns to herd the group together near the fire. "So, fuckers, listen up and listen good. You held us against our will. You forced sex on us against our will. You are in serious trouble here. Charges like that could send you all away for a very, very long time."

The group squirmed nervously.

"And, to compound things you took pictures of you committing these crimes. So, basically, it will be a slam-dunk for the Crown to get a conviction." Sam held up his hand to silence the guys as they started protesting.

Devon picked up the thread, "Unless... unless..." Everyone listened intently. "Unless, everyone agrees to never mention what happened here tonight -- ever!" There enthusiastic nods of agreement. "And, we get copies of all the photos."

Ten-J found his voice, "Did you say 'copies'?"

"That's right. We get copies. You promise no one, and we mean no one, ever sees them except yourselves. If you can agree to those terms, and mean it, we will leave and the matter is over. Understood?"

Ten-J glanced at his gang and then asked, "You mean, nothing will happen, even after what we did?"

"That's what we mean," Sam smiled, "Look, guys, what you did was wrong and you must never do it again. But..." A quick glance at Devon, "but you happened to pick on two guys who learned something about themselves tonight. And, I for one, actually enjoyed what happened," he moved to Ten-J and grabbed the young man's crotch, "especially the fucking."

Ten-J, in turn, grabbed the officer's cloth covered ass and squeezed it, "Understood, officer. Understood, grandpa pig." He winked and smiled.

"Okay, then send the pictures to this email address and we'll consider the matter closed," Sam wrote the address on the back of one of his business cards and gave it to Ten-J.

After hearty handshakes all around, the two officers made their way downstairs to the patrol car. As they got in, the radio crackled to life, "Car 496 , report, please. Over."

Devon asked, "How do we explain being out of touch for so long?"

"Well, rookie, listen and learn." Sam cleared his throat and grabbed the microphone, "Car 496 here. Well, it's about time, where have you been for the last couple of hours? Over."

"What? What do you mean? We haven't heard from you. Over."

"Must have been a frozen antennae or something. We have been warming up some street people. Nothing more to report. Over."

"Okay, bring the car to the shop when you report in. Over."

Sam clicked off. Devon looked at him in amazement. "Okay, boy, I want you to promise you will not do that... often ... no, never. Understood?"

"Yes, Sergeant! Warming up street people, huh?"

"Well, technically they are street people and technically we helped warm them, right?"

"I have a lot to learn."

"One thing you don't have to learn is how to fuck. You do that well." Sam reached over and gave Devon's crotch a squeeze.

Devon in turn placed his hand on Sam's cloth covered cock squeezed and then let his hand travel beneath the older officer's balls. His finger located Sam's asshole by feeling the damp spot caused by cum. "You are a great fuck, Stillwell. Nice and tight. Even after all those fucks you got."

Sam caressed Devon's cock and felt it hardening. "Got one more fuck in ya, boy?"

"Here?"

"Why not? Nobody here is gonna see anything they haven't seen before. And maybe they'll join in." Sam laughed.

The two climbed into the backseat. Sam removed his pants entirely; Devon dropped his. On his hands and knees, Sam pointed his ass at Devon and Devon, remembering what Sam had said upstairs, rammed his cock in hard.

"Ah, that's it. Give it to me. Good and hard. Make me feel every inch. That's it!"

With Sam's encouragement Devon reamed his partner's ass as hard as he could with long deep strokes, withdrawing until only his cockhead remained inside and then driving forward until his balls slapped Sam's.

Both men moaned in pleasure as they rutted like pigs in the back of their cruiser. It took twenty minutes for Devon to drain his cock again after the orgasms he had had upstairs. It was twenty minutes of sheer bliss for Sam.

When they caught their breath and redressed they made their way out of the garage.

After driving for a while, Devon broke the silence by asking, "Does this mean we're gay? I mean, do I have to rethink my engagement?"

Sam contemplated before responding, "Devon, I don't think we need worry about labels. I know I love my wife very much and I will continue to love my wife. I learned tonight I enjoy sex with men, too. So, personally, I plan to stay married and get cock on the side. I'm not going to worry about labels. I recommend you do the same."

Devon smiled at Sam and replied, "That works for me, partner. That works for me."

"Good, now we can start the New Year off right. Happy New Year, Constable Devon Schmuland, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Sergeant Stillwell. Happy New Year... and may many good fucks be yours this year."

Both officers laughed heartily. And were still laughing as they dropped the cruiser off at the police repair shop.

The mechanics stared after the two speculating on what caused the wet spots on the seats of their uniform pants.