Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2007 09:36:50 EDT
From: Lester James
Subject: The Coach, The Cop and The QB

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is intended only as a literary
stimulant to enhance solo and safe sex.  It is not intended nor should it
be read by anyone under 18 years of age. It is not intended to be offensive
or morally repugnant. The practices and relationships in this story are
purely fictional and are not intended to resemble realism. This story has
elements of authoritarian incest that should not be mistaken for any real
life relationship or situation. The authority personalities of a football
coach, a military general, a police officer and a college quarterback are
purely fictional for entertainment purposes.


	THE COACH, THE COP and THE QB
	Provided by Lester James


	1 -- Coach Calls The Plays

	The golden-haired quarterback for the Cross City College Cavaliers
fidgeted in the head coach's office. Rex Parker figured he was about to
lose his title as team captain, his position as starting quarterback, and
any chance of making the All Conference team. If he didn't make All
Conference, there was little hope that any pro team would even take a
second look at him regardless of what certain scouts said about him.
	The cute athlete, with striking green eyes and a gorgeous smile,
knew he had royally fucked up. He had been warned by Head Coach Lee Stone
just two days ago not to miss any more team practice, but he had been
unable to deny the temptation that caused him to miss another workout.
	He deduced that the stern Coach Stone would boot him off the first
team, make him run wind sprints until he barfed his guts out, and then make
him do something humiliating like helping the janitor clean the practice
uniforms, which meant gathering all the dirty jock straps that were always
left lying around the locker room. Worse than anything, he knew that if Lee
Stone was mad enough, he might suspend him from the team.
	Before his mind could ponder the punishment any further, the
muscular and good-looking Coach Stone opened the door and walked in. He
removed his athletic jacket, revealing bulging pectoral muscles under his
coaching shirt. The trim, blue-eyed coach, with thinning black hair, walked
over to Rex, frowned and began the deposition.
	"So Rex, what do you have to say for yourself? Huh?" Rex did not
reply, instead choosing to keep his head bent. "Here we are playing for the
conference championship in two nights, and you have just missed another
practice."  Like many of his peers in the coaching profession so often do,
Coach Stone grabbed his crotch and pinched at it.
	The coach continued. "Rex, which is it? Are you stupid or do you
just not care? Which is it, boy?" Once again, Rex knew not to respond. The
coach placed his strong hand on Rex's shoulder, looked down at the handsome
quarterback and spoke again. "I should kick your ass. Then I should kick
you off this team."
	A long pause filled the room as Coach Stone stared at his
quarterback. He knew the boy wondered about his future with the team.
	Still, Rex could not help from thinking back over the experiences
that had caused him to miss practice. His balls ached as he thought about
the encounters. He had enjoyed a bizarre tryst, and he could not deny that
the unusual situation had thrilled him. His body had been worshipped, and
he had enjoyed the situation.
	"Damn it, Rex. You aren't even listening to me now," the handsome
coach said, snapping Rex's mind back to the situation at hand. "I said,
what does it say about me as a coach when my team leader doesn't care
enough about what we are doing to show up for practice?  Do you understand
that aspect of it, boy?"  Rex kept his head down, still thinking it was
best not to answer.
	The coach placed his forefinger under the young man's chin and
pulled upward. As Rex's green eyes and sensuous full lips turned upward,
Lee Stone felt himself melting to the boy's appeal. "Answer me, Rex, do you
know how serious this is?"
	Rex stared into Lee Stone's deep blue eyes for several seconds,
then he spoke. "Yes sir, I know it's serious, sir," Rex said, his voice
humbled.
	The boy's response got the best of Lee Stone. For four years, he
had appreciated so many things about Rex Parker. Most of all, at least once
a week he found himself standing in the middle of the locker room watching
young Rex strip off his practice uniform and patter naked to the team
shower. The young man was too cute for comfort, and his tight buns often
made the coach's cock throb.
	On the other hand, with Lee Stone holding his chin in place, Rex
could not help but admiring the man's expansive chest, paying special
attention to his coach's prominent nipples that imprinted themselves under
his shirt. Without a doubt, the pair was oddly attracted to each other, yet
neither man was able to interpret his own feelings.
     The coach broke the silence that had captured them. "Damn Rex, I
really should kick your ass for this. Do you understand how I should want
to kick your ass?"
	"Then kick it, coach," Rex exclaimed, after all, he knew he had
fucked up. "Do whatever you feel you have to. Kick my ass! Beat it, if you
want."
	For some unknown reason, the boy's brave response made Lee Stone's
nuts draw up in their sac, sending a sexual rush throughout his body. His
eyes were drawn like magnets to the boy's appreciable basket. The image of
the quarterback pulling his jock strap off to reveal his appetizing cock
flashed through the coach's mind.  Lee Stone decided to be pragmatic.
	"Some people will want me to kick you off the team, Rex. That is,
if they find out that you were unexcused from practice for a second
time. Of course, if you're not allowed to play in the game, we're sure to
lose. Sure as shit we'll lose by three touchdowns, maybe more. After all,
Scott Sturgis ain't worth squat as a backup quarterback. You know it and I
know it," the coach said.
	Rex did not answer. Instead, it occurred to the quarterback that
maybe the coach was about to let him off the hook. "So Rex, I can't punish
you without punishing the entire team, the college, the alumni and even
myself. Circumstances being what they are, I think it's best to just tell
the team that you had a family emergency, and I understand the nature of
it. I know the players will want you as their quarterback in the big game."
	A wide smile broke across Rex's face. A sign of relief overtook
him. He stood up and held out his hand to his coach. For the first time in
four years of playing for Lee Stone, Rex felt a genuine liking for the
stoic coach. Coach Stone shook his quarterback's hand and said, "Just let
this be our secret, and make sure you get with me early in the morning to
catch up on game preparations."
	"Thanks Coach Stone, I really appreciate this. I really do."
	"You win that game for us on Saturday and that will be thanks
enough," the coach replied. While shaking hands with him and looking at Rex
eye-to-eye, Lee Stone pulled his quarterback to him. He embraced Rex,
holding the boy tight with his arm locked around his back. They looked at
each other with affection.
	Rex could not believe that this stern, older man was hugging
him. The man's grip was strong and confident. His strong arm held Rex to
him; they were chest to chest, cheek to cheek.
	The austere coach did not break the hug, instead he moved his hand
down Rex's back. He then brought his hand back up, this time spreading his
long fingers out wide to massage the middle portions of the boy's
back. Coach Lee Stone felt the inside of his loins heat up, sending sexual
charges throughout his spine.
 	The coach's movements surprised Rex, but still the quarterback did
not find them out of bounds, so to speak.  But then, Coach Stone tightened
his grip on the boy, leaned his serious face into the boy's and nudged Rex
at the base of his warm, thick neck.
	"This feels nice, Rex, real nice," the coach said, his voice
whispery, his breathing heavy.
	"Coach Stone, again, let me thank you," Rex said, believing his
coach was only temporarily detracted and had not realized his actions.
	But the virile coach replied, "Why don't you show me how really
thankful you are." Without delay, he moved his huge palm down the boy's
back to his tight buttocks to squeeze Rex's ass. Rex realized he should
push away from his coach, but Lee Stone maintained a firm hug.  "Come on
Rex... relax, my man... After all, we've been around each other for four
years. I've practically raised you; I need you, son."
	Lee Stone then forced his lips to the player's mouth. Rex Parker
was shocked! He was about to reject his coach when a tidal wave of lust
overtook him. The coach's marvelous mouth and tempting tongue seduced
him. He relaxed in his coach's strong arms, and returned the kiss. Both men
lost themselves in the other.
	"That's it, my boy. Gosh you taste fresh and sweet," the big coach
said.
	"Coach Stone, you surprise me. I never suspected."
	"You should have, boy. I've oggled your ass enough to last a
lifetime."
	"Oh coach, I..." was all Rex could say before his coach kissed him
again, running ran his loving tongue deep into Rex's mouth while running
his rough hands up and down both sides of Rex's fine body. The boy felt
himself growing hot and felt his dick beginning to rise within his jeans.
	The coach began tugging at the quarterback's pullover sweater. He
broke the kiss to look down at the boy's tight jeans, this time letting Rex
know his interests. The boy's basket was evident. Without reserve, he
raised the boy's arm above his hand and pulled off the sweater. He moved
back into Rex, kissing him quickly on the lips and beginning to unbutton
the young man's shirt.
	"Oh coach, I can't believe this is happening," Rex said as the
older man unbuttoned the first three buttons. Rex looked down as Coach
Stone brought his rough hands up and ran them inside his shirt.
	Lee Stone let out a slow release of air as his big hands contacted
the boy's sexy chest. He fanned his hands out across the boy's fine skin,
kneading the muscles to relax the player. "This is just a little of that
pre-game preparation I was talking about, Rex. I'll have you ready to play
come Saturday," Coach Stone said, a tight smile breaking his granite
face. He kissed down the boy's neck, sucking at the warm skin.
	"Gosh coach, your hands are so firm and solid," Rex said, sweeping
his own hands down the coach's muscular back. Lee Stone pulled the last
couple of buttons undone to spread the boy's shirt open wide. Rex's years
of athletic play provided him with hard, bulging pectoral muscles. They
were tight and capped by rich brown tits. Coach Stone kissed the boy again
and continued kneading at his chest. Growing anxious, he then leaned his
mouth down to kiss the boy's jutting nipples, going down first on the right
one and sucking it into his mouth and then moving over to the left one and
licking it.
	Rex tossed his head back, closed his eyes and moaned. He could not
believe this encounter, yet his coach's actions had him burning with
pleasure. He felt the coach's hot, experienced tongue topping the tips of
his tits. His moans grew deeper.
	Coach Stone straightened up, grabbed both of the nipples with his
fingers, viewed the player's chest and its sparse, blond hairs and then
looked at Rex. He whispered, "Rex, I want to screw your fine, fine ass. I
want to give you my hard cock, son."
	"Yes, Coach Stone. I'd love to find out what your cock is like."
	A wide smile crossed Lee Stone's face. With special care, he rubbed
the boy's medium-sized nipples and again kissed Rex hard on his mouth. He
let his hands roam to the boy's belly and then on down. He cupped the boy's
crotch, delighting in the youthful erection that awaited him. He caressed
the boy's covered privates until he knew the player's cock had hardened
even more. He squeezed the extended tube, delighting in the grunt that
escaped from deep within Rex.
	Coach Stone then stepped back. He locked the door to his office,
pulled the curtains tight and dimmed the lights. He turned to Rex and said,
"Let's get ready. This could take a while."  Rex became aroused as he
watched Lee Stone put his hands on both sides of his Cross City College
athletic shirt and pull it from his waist.
	From the moment the first glimpse of the coach's belly button could
be seen to the moment he pulled the entire shirt from his upper body, Rex's
balls raced with sexual excitement. The young quarterback looked at his
coach and marveled. The man was well-built and in superb condition for
40-something-years-old. The muscles of his torso were hard and sinewy. His
chest had thick hair in its middle, but lighter amounts around his breasts
and down his stomach. His nipples were wide and a sexy dark brown. They
stuck out to be sucked.
	"Dang coach, you look fucking great with your shirt off," Rex
said. "Your in damn, fine shape. Hell, if you'd take your shirt off at
practice, you'd get the whole damn team charged up."
	The coach chuckled, rubbed his hand over his own hairy chest and
said, "I don't think that would be the case. Only you and a couple of
others are so, shall we say, impressionable. Now, let's get the rest of our
things off."
	The two men then removed their pants and shoes. When they stood
together in only their underwear, Coach Stone moved into his quarterback
and said, "Let me help you with those."
	Coach Stone took the boy's briefs by the elastic and pulled them
from his sexy hips. As soon as the boy's cock popped into view, the coach
grabbed it.
	Rex moaned, liking his coach's touch more than any he had felt in
the recent past. Without delay, he fucked his erecting cock through his
coach's fist. Lee Stone squeezed it then rubbed his thumb over its
head. The man knew how to arouse a cock, yet just the mere reality that it
was his coach, who was touching him, was enough to send Rex shivering with
chilling sexual energy.
	The quarterback leaned into his coach to force the man's own shorts
down to his ankles. Rex admired his coach's grove of rich, black pubic
hairs, but most of all he envied his coach's thick, eight-inch cock, with
its large, round balls. The coach moved into the young man and placed their
cocks together.
	Lee Stone rubbed the moist skin of his large, uncut cock into the
boy's own circumcized dick. Rex was shorter, but still had a hefty cock
that was alive and ready.  Both men sucked air deep into their lungs as
their cocks grinded against each like strips of raw, hot bacon sizzling on
the fire. Rex looked down, fascinated at being this personal with a man
like his coach.
	At that point, the coach took the heavy skin encasing his cockhead,
stretched it out and then wrapped it around Rex's circumcized head. The men
were joined cockhead to cockhead by the coach's hot, uncut foreskin. Rex
felt the moist eyes of their dicks kissing.
	"Aaawwww, Rex, my boy, this is so nice, so nice," Lee Stone said as
his cock grew even more erect. The coach placed the boy's right hand on
both dicks, allowing his own hands to be free to massage the boy's tight
ass cheeks. "That's it, Rex. Rub those cocks together. Love 'em up on each
other."
	"Damn, Coach Stone, I can't believe this. Your dick is so nice and
big. So nice."
	The fleshy union of their kissing cocks made both men hot. Rex knew
he would give his coach whatever he wanted; Coach Stone knew he was ready
to screw the ass that he had eyed for years. Their dicks grinded and kissed
at each other while he and Rex caressed each other's bodies, then Lee Stone
could no longer contain his needs and desires.
	"Turn around, Rex. Turn around and let me give you my dick."
	They broke their union to step out of the underwear around their
ankles. It seemed the undies were the final shackles to their sexual
freedom. As Rex straightened up, he felt his coach behind him, running his
hands over his body and rubbing his stomach, sides, back and
buttocks. After several seconds, the coach patted Rex on his buttocks and
then nudged up close to him.
	"I'm pretty hot, coach. Pretty damn, hot," Rex admitted.
	"We're going to get even hotter in just a minute, son," the coach
said. Coach Stone leaned over to his desk drawer, took out a jar of KY and
scooped two gobs onto his middle fingers. He greased his hungry cock.  He
then steadied himself for just a few seconds, once again admiring the well
sculpted and very cute ass that the boy possessed. His own breathing
quickened as he imagined the sheer joy of screwing the young man.
	"You've got such a fine ass, Rex," the coach said without
caution. Rex then felt the coach pull his ass cheeks apart. "Aawww Rex, I'm
ready. I need you, right now, right now!"  Rex felt the man's erection tap
at his ass crack.  At the same time, the coach used his fat middle finger
to pick at Rex's belly button before wrapping his hairy, muscular arms
around the boy's waist and stomach.
	Without delay, the quarterback allowed the coach to bend him fully
over his desk as the man's large cock penetrated his ass. Rex felt the warm
tip of his coach's uncut cock and heard the older man's breathing quicken
even more.
	"Oh shit, Rex. Your ass is so damn hot and tight." the coach
whispered in a voice drowned by sex. "It's gonna eat my whole cock up."
	Rex felt the big dick split his butt. The coach used his cock in an
aggressive fashion, pushing through the boy's sphincter and shoving in to
the hot depths.
	"Yikes!" the boy shouted. "Oh fuck, coach. You're so damn big, so
damn big."  "Take it, Rex. Take all of me," the big coach said as he pushed
forward.  "I want every bit of this gorgeous ass of yours."
	Within seconds, Rex felt the man's cock hair grinding against his
cheeks and felt the coach rotating the fullness of his mature cock inside
his tight ass.
	"Take me, coach. Your cock feels magnificient," Rex said. The boy
looked back to see a wide smile across the stoic coach's face. He noticed
the sweat breaking out over the coach's body. He felt the coach withdraw
his cock only to feel the hard spike returned to the depths of his heated
ass. Rex began to pump his own ass in unison with his coach's hammering
cock. Their movements were highly physical and very athletic. With each
stroke, Coach Stone felt the pressure increasing in his cock. The player's
constricted ass sleeve drove the coach wild with lust.
	"Oh Rex, you screw as well as you play the game. Take me, boy. Fuck
your old coach, fuck him hard!"
	"Aawww, Coach Stone, your cock feels so good. So long and thick and
good," the boy moaned. The two men then hit a rapid pace, grunting and
groaning as they fucked each other with all of their strength.  Neither
cared that any of the janitors might still be around the locker room to
hear them.
	Rex enjoyed the coach's bloated balls as they slapped against his
own balls. He felt Coach Stone's hairy chest in full contact with his
sweat-covered back and felt the coach's fingers grabbing at his pectoral
muscles underneath. As the action quickened, Rex felt his coach clawing at
his excited nipples, picking at their erected tips.
	Rex's own needy cock stuck out unattended. He wanted to grab it,
but instead decided the coach's hand would be more pleasurable. In the heat
of passion, he took Lee Stone's right hand from his breast and place it on
his elongated cock.
	"Jack it, coach. Fuck me, screw me. Beat me off," the boy begged
hoarsely as the coach's cock screwed him beyond all control.
	The coach wrapped his big hand around the boy's seven-inch
cock. Rex groaned as soon as the coach began to jack him. Lee Stone milked
at the boy's cock with a special interest. As the coach's amazing cock
pumped out his insides, Rex knew he was at that one-and-only edge.
	"Coach... coach... oh, my coach! I'm coming off!" Rex cried. The
boy's entire body jerked as his cum shot out of his cock. The young man's
cum blasted toward the coach's desk, some of it landing on work papers
there, others of it shooting over the desk and hitting the coach's favorite
chair. Still others of it spilled between the coach's fatty fingers.
	With the boy's ass tightening and constricting with his own cum,
the coach felt his own big body explode. "That's it Rex. Oh yeah, that's
it!"
	With the announcement made, Lee Stone reared back, closed his eyes,
shoved his tremendous dick forward and released his mighty discharge into
the quarterback's fine ass. Rex felt the first hot spurt shoot into the
depths of his bowels followed by several other large ones. He felt the
jabbing of his coach's hot cock as the physical older man's semen
splattered into the intimate depths of his tail.
	The big coach rotated his hips as his large shots creamed the boy's
cute ass. Lee Stone groaned like a bear. Bud felt the coach's hands
squeezing his chest.
	"You feel great, coach, just great," the athlete said.
	 The coach again jammed his solid penis into the depths of the
boy's ass, allowing Rex's ass muscles to drain the last drops of cum from
his balls. Unaware of his cum-strickened actions, he pulled, pinched and
twisted at Rex's fine nipples. He kissed Bud again on his neck, letting his
entire body relax down on the boy. He patted his player on the butt and
whispered, "Did my waterhose cool that fire in there?" Rex smiled.
	Both men used the wooden desk to steady themselves. Both were
drained. It had been among the best fucks that Lee Stone had ever had. He
had gotten his cock into the piece of ass that he had long desired.
	For Rex Parker, it had been yet another hard fuck in what was
turning out to be the most stimulating weeks he had ever known.


	2 -- Scout's Honor

	Two days earlier, the star quarterback had left the team's dorm to
attend a psychology class about sexual deviance of all subjects. Rex closed
the door to the dorm hall and stepped onto the sidewalk that led to the
central part of campus. After several yards, an older man and a teenage boy
approached him.
	The older man, who appeared to be in his 40s, introduced himself as
Don Stevens and then introduced the younger man as his son, Johnny, age
18. The man then said his son wanted an autograph, which Rex stopped and
gave. The three made small talk and both the man and his son wished Rex
good luck in the big game. They were about to part company, when the older
man said, "Mr. Parker, actually I think I need to tell you what I am really
up to."
	"What's that, sir," Rex asked, looking at the tall, Marlboro-like
man. Rex darted his eyes to the son, noticing his cute features, but also
observing the contrast between the boy and his father. While the father was
large, the boy was small and petite.
	Stevens replied, "Mr. Parker, I am interested in who you are, what
kind of personality you have, and how you look. I am a talent scout for the
professional football league. I'm sent out to make sure young men, who
might be drafted to play professional football, are mentally and
emotionally stable."
	As the man talked, Rex noticed his large biceps, bulky neck and the
long hairs that protruded from the v-line at the top of his shirt. The
man's physical appearance convinced him of the man's football background.
	"Anyway, it's important that I get to talk with you at least for a
short while. My son and I are staying at the Cavalier Motor Lodge across
from campus, if you could stop by after class."
	Considering the location and knowing that it was only a block out
of his way once he left class, Rex decided it was in his best interest to
drop by the motel room. After all, he had almost an hour between class and
practice.
	After the meeting was agreed to, Bud left for class. When class was
dismissed, he rushed out as soon as possible, avoiding the three or four
coeds who always wanted to hang around and flirt. Rex went straight to the
motel, found the Stevens' room, tapped on the door and, within seconds, saw
Don Stevens opening it to greet him. Mr. Stevens wore only a pair of long
boxer shorts. He was a towering man, with fat pectorals and a very hairy
chest.
   	Bud was invited into the room where the trio chatted for about 10
minutes. At a convenient point, Mr. Stevens started into a long,
explanatory monologue about playing in the professional ranks and the
physical requirements of the game.
	"It's a tough, bruising game at the next level. Real tough. Killer
contact. Only a few good men survive, Rex."
	"I know the competition will be stiff," Rex said.
	"Rex, my dick gets stiff; the professional competition is brutal
and bruising, that's a lot worse than stiff," Stevens said and grinned.
 	"Wrong choice of speech, I guess," Rex said, wanting to let the
scout know that he did not mind being corrected, which was thought to be a
good attitude to have at the next level.
	"Without an outstanding body, you won't survive. So Rex, how's
yours? Your body? Is it outstanding enough to take what comes next?"
	"I sure hope so," Rex replied bringing his hand up to rub his
throwing arm.
	Mr. Stevens asked, "Mind if I get a few measurements?"
	The question somewhat surprised Rex yet he understood the "meat
market" mentality at the professional level. He also knew that the pro
scouts would question his physical endurance because he came from a small
college football program.  After a significant pause, Rex asked, "What do
you need to see? If you want to stop by the locker room after practice, you
are free to check me over."
	Johnny, the son, fidgeted as though disappointed. His father said,
"What about here? We can save time for both of us. I've got weight scales
and a tape measure."
	Not wanting to appear too hesitant to a scout, the quarterback
stood up and said, "I'll strip off my things in the bathroom."
	Within a couple of minutes, Rex emerged from the bathroom with a
towel wrapped his midsection. The man and his son watched him walk across
the room, with wide smiles adorning each of their faces. Bud hoped
Mr. Stevens' smile indicated his professional approval.
	The man stood up and said, "Nice. Real nice, Bud. You remind me of
a young Joe Montana." As Johnny looked on like a student, his father
proceeded to measure Rex's height and weight. He measured the size of Rex's
neck and biceps before wrapping the tape measure around Rex's bare
chest. When the older man stretched the tape measure tight, Rex felt it
pulling against the light patch of blond hairs on his chest. The athlete
then felt Mr. Stevens' thumb and forefinger on his left nipple where the
older man connected the ends of the tape. Rex considered the position of
the man's fingers accidental, but when the man twice moved his finger over
the nipple, he was aroused.
	"Now, if I can get you to remove that towel, I'd like to measure
your waist," the older man said. Even though he had kept his jockey shorts
on, when Rex dropped the towel, he noticed how the pro scout released a
tight smile and his son moved off the chair to get a better view of Rex's
front side.
	Mr. Stevens pulled the tape measure around Rex's waist and held it
in place for several seconds. He stayed in contact with Rex's warm body as
he looked up at the boy and said, "You've got a marvelous chest-to-waist
ratio."
	"Thanks," Rex replied, and again he noticed the man's son looking
at him, just like a hunter would admire a mounted 10-point buck.
	"Now if you'll drop your drawers there, I'll check out your
privates and we can call it a complete physical."
	Rex hesitated. "Is that necessary," he asked.
	"Very much so, Rex. The pros want to know everything about you. We
can't have a quarterback who's ruptured, herniated or diseased. Some teams
won't even draft a quarterback if he's got a small dick." The man grinned.
	Looking at the scout, Rex placed his hands on his underwear and
pulled them down his flanks. His golden cock draped itself across his manly
balls.
	"You've got a good body, Rex. Real fine. You know, not all football
players are as big as fans sometimes imagine." Mr. Stevens dropped to his
knees to take a closer look. "I bet you give the women fits with this
wranger."
	Rex smiled, parted his stance and allowed the older man to take
even a closer look at things. He glanced over at the son, and was
surprised. Johnny was stroking the outside of his pants and had given
himself a boner.
	"Ah, Rex," the scout stammered. "Ah, while I can wait until later
for the doctors to check your butt out, there is one thing that is
important that's a little tough for me to ask prospects like yourself."
	"What is it," Rex asked.
	"Well, I need to make sure everything is okay down here."
	Rex interrupted, "So, what are you saying."
	Mr. Stevens replied, "Just stand there. Nothing personal now, but
well..."
	 Rex watched the older man reach out and grab the end of his
shapely penis. Rex flinched. The man's hand was warm and felt nice. Rex
watched Mr. Stevens stroke his cock. He wondered why this was a part of the
exam, but at the same time, he knew nothing was private or personal when
pro teams paid players millions of dollars based on what their bodies did
under pressure.
	After several slow, delicate strokes of his cock, Mr. Stevens
reached under Rex to bob his cum-filled balls in his hands. As soon as the
man encased the juicy plums in his puffy fat hand, Rex felt the inevitable
erection begin. His dick throbbed. He stepped back away from the older man.
	"What's wrong, Rex?"
	"Isn't that enough," the quarterback asked.
	"Were you starting to get hard? Is that it," Mr. Stevens asked.
	"I was just hoping you had seen and measured enough. That's all,"
Rex said.
	"If that's all you want to allow, then I'll have to say it's
enough. But Rex, my report is crucial, and I'd sure hate to say that you
appeared body shy or even non-cooperative. Hell, some teams won't even
touch a quarterback if he's impotent."
	Rex exhaled pondering the situation. He knew he would get an
erection, if Mr. Stevens continued playing with his privates.
	Wanting Rex to relax, Don Stevens said, "Look kid, you didn't get a
hard on when I first touched you, so don't worry about me thinking your
queer. But there are other things that I have to check out. For instance,
is your groin tender, susceptible to injury?"
	The quarterback stepped back toward Mr. Stevens and again took an
open stance to offer himself to the observers. "Okay, Mr. Stevens, whatever
it takes."
	The scout smiled, taking time to squeeze his own throbbing dick
before reaching into a nearby drawer to get a lubricant.
	"This cream will help your dick while I inspect it. Is that okay,
Rex," Mr. Stevens asked.
	Rex nodded and replied, "Go ahead with it."
	The burly man spread the warm, moisturizing cream from the tip to
the base of Rex's partially erect shaft. Rex tried restraining himself, but
could not help releasing a low moan. At that point, Mr. Stevens began a
slow, steady massage of Rex's cock, bringing on a full erection within a
minute. He yanked on the greasy crank, rotated his hand around it, rubbed
the athlete's balls as though inspecting them and then caressed the young
man's perineum. Rex could not control his breathing; it became heavier and
more labored the longer Mr. Stevens pumped on his extended cock.
	Standing nearby, the son squeezed his own pecker through his pants
while watching his dad and this star quarterback. He admired the length of
Rex's cock and hoped for the opportunity to explore it himself. He could
tell that his father had the football player very aroused.
	Rex watched his prick fuck the man's large fist and knew he would
soon reach a point of no return. Unable to control his panting, Rex asked,
"Mr. Stevens, how much more? Your handiwork is about to get the best of
me."
	"Just a little bit longer, Rex," the man said. "That is, if you
want me to stop." Keeping his big hands on Rex's cock and balls, he stood
up to look at Rex man to man. "Of course, if you'd allow me to take a
sampling from your balls, I could get the lab to tell me a lot about your
physical composition and all. Such lab results could sure help me give you
a higher rating."
	The man cupped Rex's nutsac and massaged the cockhead with his
fingertips. Rex loved the feeling along his turgid shaft. The older man
then added to the excitement of the moment by raking his fingernail over
the juicy eye, crowning the young man's dick. Rex moaned; Mr. Stevens
smiled.
	"This is a little embarrassing, Mr. Stevens," Rex said.
	"It shouldn't be, Rex. Relax. Enjoy it," the man said. Turning to
his son, he said, "Help him out, Johnny." Mr. Stevens then cleared his
throat as though on cue.
	The boy did not hesitate. He walked behind Rex. With Rex too
concerned about his raging cock to notice, Johnny stripped out of his own
clothes. He then moved into Rex, placed his hands on Rex's back and began a
slow rub. The muscles of the athlete's body gave themselves to the boy. He
massaged Rex's back, neck and even his buttocks as his father began working
away on the quarterback's cock.
	 Rex turned just enough to notice that Johnny also was naked. He
was cute and adorable. Rex realized the situation had gone beyond the
bounds of a professional examination, but at the same time, pleasing a pro
scout was more important than anything.
	He felt the older man squeezing on his cock and jacking at it with
increased motivation. Rex felt the boy reach around to run his small hands
over his expansive chest. He wanted the boy to discover his sensitive
nipples. When the boy's gentle fingertips caressed the tips of his tits,
the quarterback moaned and felt the sexual thrills hitting his entire body.
	"Mr. Stevens, maybe we should stop. This is going to get messy."
	"That's the point, Rex. I want it to get messy," Mr. Stevens
said. He reached under Rex and said, "Let's make it a thorough exam,"
before pushing his thick, greasy middle finger into the quarterback's
ass. He found the young man's burning prostate and tickled it. Mr. Stevens
looked up to notice his son pinching at Rex's pretty brown nipples.
	"Oh yeah, Rex, you're gonna pass this exam with flying colors,"
Mr. Stevens said, a huge smile sweeping his round face.
	Rex pushed his cock through the man's pistoning palm, watching as
its head turned a raging dark pink. The athlete moaned, uttered several
profanities and got ready for his cock to erupt.
	  "Oh geez... oh, awwgghhh, oh," Rex moaned. His pressurized cock
twitched, its slit spread open and the young man's private sauce came
shooting forth to coat the older man's hairy chest. The quarterback's
ejaculation was hard and powerful, with the man playing with his cock and
massaging his inner ass while his son teased Rex's touchy tits.
	"Yeah, that's it, Rex boy. Oh yeah, give me that cream. Give me all
of it. Every little bit of it." The boy's cock syrup shot several long
spurts, most of it landing on Don Stevens' chest, some of it falling to hit
the man on his belly and upper legs.
	When the last droplets of Rex's cum leaked from the cock slit, the
older man stood up and patted Rex on his ass. "Whoa, boy. You sure know how
to shoot it."
	"Guess I gave you more than necessary," Rex said.
	Mr. Stevens replied, "Just look at all this spunk all my chest. I
think we can forego sending any of this to the lab. Any man who can shoot
this much is plenty healthy for my liking."
	"I thought it was important though that you get lab results," Rex
asked, now knowing he had reason to question the man's actions.
	Wanting to remain in control of the situation, Mr. Stevens
acknowledged, "Rex, I guess maybe things got a little carried away there. I
just appreciate a fine, athletic body like yours. At times, maybe Johnny
and I get a little too personal with young men as attractive as yourself."
	Rex realized he had allowed the situation to go as far as it had
gone. He had enjoyed the older man's fondling, and even the tit work from
his admiring son. Satisfied with the man's answer, Rex said, "I just hope I
didn't embarrass myself. Was I suppose to refuse, is that it?"
	"Don't worry. I'll have a good report on you, Rex Parker. Don't
worry about that. If I need to, I'll even fudge in a couple of areas, but
you'll look as good as any of those big college quarterbacks that get all
of the press."
	"Thanks, Mr. Stevens."
	The man held out his hand. They shook. Rex noticed the erection
that still tented the man's large boxers. For some unknown reason, he
decided to acknowledge it.
	"That's quite a boner you have there, Mr. Stevens," Rex said. The
man looked down at himself and grabbed the flagpole that remained covered
by his large boxer shorts. He stroked it a couple of times while staring at
Rex.
	"Yeah, these situations always bring out my best," the older man
said and grinned. "Maybe Johnny can help me out."
	"What?" Bud asked, uncertain that he had understood the man.
	"I said, maybe Johnny can help his old man out, after all, it's
just a little hand action, nothing more than what I just gave you. Does
that surprise you, Rex?"
	"Well... well... I just," the quarterback was lost for words.
	Don Stevens dropped himself on the bed and decided to provide the
quarterback a demonstration in kindred relations. He knew he wanted the boy
to enjoy his body, but he also hoped Rex Parker would find it entertaining
enough to stay in the room.
  	"Johnny, come over here and give my chest a good massage," the
father instructed.  "Sure," the boy replied, almost too immediate for Rex's
acceptance. "Whatever you need, father." Just the boy's particular emphasis
on the word "father" seemed peculiar to Rex.
	Turning to Rex, Mr. Stevens said, "Ever since the boy turned 18
last year, he's been travelling with me, learning the business and all. As
you might can guess, strange things happen when two horny men share a motel
room night after night."
	Rex watched as Mr. Stevens stretched his arms above his head and
pushed his legs out wide. His son moved onto the bed with him.  Johnny then
reached out with both hands, covered two of the large puddles of cum on his
father's hairy chest and began a slow massage over the man's fleshy mounds.
	At first, Rex considered the act perverse, but the longer he
watched, the more excited he became. He saw the son run his small hands
through the heavy black hairs coating his father's enormous chest. He saw
the boy take the cum puddles and paint his father's large tits, using his
fingertips to rub the white cum into the dark pink titties.  Don Stevens
closed his eyes, leaned his head back and enjoyed the marvelous touch that
the boy provided his chest. "Now lick my tits, son. Lick them good," the
older man directed. With Rex watching on, the boy began lapping at his
father's cum-coated titties.  Again, Rex felt his own cock throb as Don
Stevens groaned and moaned while holding his son's head down on one tit and
then another.
	"Do you see this, Rex? He's eating his dad's tits and tasting your
cum. Oh, this is soooooo good."  The man's dark pink rosettes riveted,
matching the stiffness of both of their cocks. "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny,"
the father mumbled, obviously excited by his son's attention to his
tits. "You are something else, my boy."
	Rex watched as the lad moved his hand to his father's rocket-like
cock. He felt his own dick stiffen again. He knew that the afternoon wasn't
over for himself and this father-son duo.


	3 -- General's Orders

	The distinguished General Oscar Berrigan sat in the spacious
library of his mansion. His silk robe hung loosely from his slender
frame. He lit his designer pipe, eyed the man in front of him and shook out
the match. He took two quick puffs on the pipe, reached over and took a
small sip from the nearby brandy glass, and then asked the question.
	"So Les, do you have things worked out as I requested?  Will the
results please me?"
	 Lester Hollis, the president of Cross City College, felt more than
a little anxious. Hollis had to appease General Berrigan a couple of times
each year for job security and the assurance of receiving funding from the
Berrigan Foundation. The foundation was, by far, the college's largest
endowment. A former general in the U.S. Army, Oscar Berrigan was filthy
rich. Some critics said he got his money from kickbacks given by the
defense industry; others said he had invested well; and still others
claimed he had inherited it. Regardless, he was a master at using his
wealth to manipulate others.
     "Yes, General Berrigan. The scenario should turn out just like you
want. But I really don't understand why you insist on setting Rex Parker up
like this. I also don't think we can win, if he doesn't play. And
besides..."
	The general interrupted President Hollis. "Lester, those aren't the
questions with which you need to concern yourself. I have my
reasons. Winning this game isn't the most important thing that's ever
happened to our little college."
	"You're right, general. The establishment of the Berrigan
Foundation is still the most important thing. I agree."
	"And it shall remain that way. This college doesn't need to become
known as a football school. Its supporters need to remember the name
General J. Oscar Berrigan, not the name of some fooball coach or some young
jock. Right?"
	"Yes sir, General Berrigan, right, sir."  "So let's drop this line
of questioning and move on. I'm anxious to meet my guests. Did you bring
the two that I selected?"
	The President replied, "Yes, General Berrigan, I have the two young
men who are wanting this year's Berrigan Scholarships. I think you will
like them quite a lot. As you know, Jamie Andrews is the star wide receiver
on our football team and a senior at the college, and the second boy is the
young freshman named Nicky Brown."
	"Ah, very well, Les, very well, indeed. The tall athlete and the
cute, young freshman. But tell me, what is a senior needing with this
scholarship?"
	"Jamie won't graduate on time and cannot receive another football
scholarship, so he needs this money to return next year."
	The general smiled, enjoying the fact that the Andrews boy had a
special need. He then asked, "Is there any possibility that the Brown kid
or his father could give us any trouble?"
	"No sir, General Berrigan. Chief Mal Brown is not unlike myself and
many others. He understands your importance to this community and his
welfare. Plus, I have learned that the good chief has pressured his son
into finding scholarship money, if he is to stay in school."
	"Then I hope he takes after our good Chief Brown in the best of
ways."
	"Yes general, I think you will be delighted."
	The general puffed on his pipe and said, "I wish Rex Parker could
have been coerced into joining us. But there are other ways to get him to
my mansion. Meanwhile, let me see the two fine young men who have agreed to
come my way." After a pause, the general smiled and said humorously, "Come
my way... pun intended, Les."
	President Hollis offered an obligatory laugh at the general's
attempt at humor. He then excused himself to join the young men.
	Jamie and Nicky had been escorted to a large dressing room in the
mansion. As soon as President Hollis saw them, his loins began to stir. The
students had been given thin, tight-fitting body shirts and golden silk
thongs to wear. Their bulges were evident, with outlines of their nipples
and cocks very apparent. The sleeveless tee shirts fell almost below their
crotches, revealing just a teasing inch or two of the golden thongs. They
both appeared nervous and uncertain.
	The president felt the need to once again apprise them of the
situation. "Now boys, in a few minutes we'll be escorted into General
Berrigan's private quarters. I've been through with you what is expected,
and I expect you to follow through. If you please General Berrigan, then
you both get your scholarships, I get another bonus, the college keeps the
Berrigan Foundation funds and everybody is happy. And Nicky, I suspect if
you treat the general as he wants to be treated, your daddy will get some
extra help on the police force."
	The boys nodded. Both knew that Lester Hollis had learned of their
preferences, and they knew the particular circumstances could benefit
everyone, yet neither knew quite what awaited them.
	At that moment, General Berrigan's butler, James, arrived to usher
the three of them to the man's private quarters. James looked at the trio
and approved their appearance. He knew the general would be pleased.
	Jamie Andrews was a tall, slim athlete. He was fairly attractive,
but more than anything, he was known for the appendage that dangled between
his legs.
	Nicky Brown was about as cute as any young ass the butler had seen
come through the doors of the mansion. The boy was dark-skinned, with
complimenting dark hair and eyes and full lips. He had a sizzling, bubble
ass that was further emphasized by a seductive gait.
	Behind them stood Lester Hollis. In his early 40s, he was a young
college president who wanted to gain a presidency at a major university as
fast as possible. While not as intelligent as most, Hollis made up in looks
what he lacked in brains. He was blond, with deeply tanned skin, and he
resembled Harrison Ford. His body exuded sex appeal.
	"The general is waiting," the butler said. "As you know President
Hollis, the three of you should go in and wait for the general to address
you."
	When the butler turned the corner and disappeared, Hollis turned to
the boys and said, "Please relax. Do whatever you're asked and let the
general know what a fine man he is. Make it good or we're all in trouble."
	With that advice given, the college president turned the expensive
brass doorknob leading into the general's spacious playroom. He motioned
Nicky through the door and then Jamie. Sitting in a large, padded royal
blue chair, the general smiled and sucked at his pipe as the trio walked
in. Once they stood before him, the general stood, displaying his long silk
robe to the boys and revealing part of his bare chest underneath.
	"Nice, very nice indeed," the general said as he inspected the two
boys.
	Jamie and Nicky studied the general. The older man was in his early
sixties, but age did not seem to be a factor with him. He had gorgeous
silver hair, styled to feather back on the sides, with heavy eyebrows,
seductive sea green eyes, a good smile and a strong, distinguished
jawline. He looked like actor Peter Graves and still held the tight,
well-developed frame and the physical mannerisms of a military officer.
	 "Do you know what this interview is about, Jamie," the general
asked.
 	Jamie replied, "Yes sir!"
	The general then went down the line to the shorter Nicky. "And you,
my lad, do you understand the nature of this interview?"
	"Yes sir, I do, sir," Nicky repeated in his best impersonation of a
young private.
	"Then President Hollis, I suggest you begin the ceremony."
	Lester Hollis went over to an entertainment system, hit a button
and waited for the modern classical music to begin. As the sound covered
the room, he walked over to the general and said, "It would be my pleasure,
sir."
	The general smiled, held out his arms and said, "Be my guest."
	With the two boys watching, the college president unwrapped the
sash on the general's robe and parted the middle of the fine piece of
silk. He stepped behind the general to catch the garment as the general
slipped it from his shoulders.
	As the older gentleman's full body came into full view, Jamie felt
a twinge of excitement course his veins. Nicky also noticed the man's
figure and thought it was exceptional for a man the general's age. Both
boys noticed his firm, smooth upper body. It's lines were drawn slick and
it was well-tanned. The general was hairless except for the individual
hairs planted around his nipples. The nipples were quite large, as wide as
sand dollars, lying flat to his tight-skinned chest.
	Then, as the two boys watched, Lester Hollis proceeded to oil the
general's upper body with a lotion of outstanding aroma. The boys thought
the lotion had an intoxicating way about it. The president rubbed the
general's neck, shoulders, arms, pits and chest, putting a shine on the
man's upper body. The general closed his eyes and enjoyed the president's
soft hands for a good while. But when the president stopped to caress and
play with the general's delectable nipples, the older man pushed him away,
saying "No Les, not now. You know, that weakens me too much."
   	Oscar Berrigan, wearing only a pair of royal blue, satin boxer
shorts, moved around the boys, allowing them to examine his body up
close. He moved to within inches of the boys and grinned. "And, do you boys
want to admire the rest of my splendid body?"
	When neither boy answered, Lester Hollis spoke for them. "Of course
they would, general."
	"But I asked them," the general rebutted. "Well would you, boys? Do
you want to see the general's master cock? The one he has taken into battle
time and time again?"
	Both boys were stunned by the general's aggressive nature, yet
Jamie recovered in time to speak.
	"Yes, General Berrigan. I'd very much like to see you naked; to
admire that powerful sword of yours down there."
	The general smiled and stepped back away from all three men. He
turned to Nicky and asked, "What about you, boy?"
	Nicky struggled to swallow, then answered. "I'd love to see the
rest of your body, sir."
	"Then beg me to show it to you, boy," the general demanded.
	After being nudged by President Hollis, Nicky replied, "Please
General Berrigan...  please sir... show me your mighty cock... that
victorious cock of war."
	Oscar Berrigan allowed another wide smile to capture his sullen
face. He ran his hand across his chest, taking time to flirt his fingertips
over one of his big nipples.  "And it shall be yours to admire, to worship,
to love," the general said in a bold fashion.  Without further ado, he
reached down and unsnapped his boxers, letting the satin material fall to
the floor. He sported a lengthy boner. He took it into his hand and stroked
it.
	"What do you think, Jamie boy," the general said. "I admit it's not
the third leg that I hear you have, but tell me, what do you think?"
	Jamie examined the general's cock as the older man moved into
him. Before he could speak, he felt the general ripping at his thong. The
boy flinched. Within seconds, the older man placed their two lengthy cocks
together. He liked how the general's long cock measured against his
own. The mutual warmth soothed him.
	After he had masturbated their cocks together for a short while,
the general whispered to Jamie, "Now, what do you think of my cock, now,
Mr. Andrews?"
	"I think you are a very well endowed man, General Berrigan, sir,"
Jamie said. The general continued rubbing their cocks together, knowing
that he and Jamie were getting more and more turned on.
	"Jamie, your young nuts feel so hot next to mine. Aaawwww... I like
your balls dangling against my own. That's nice, real nice, son." But, the
general felt his cockhead seeping its pre-cum. He knew he needed to delay
the physical stimulation before he went too far, too soon.
	Moving away from Jamie, he asked, "And what do you have to say,
Nicky Brown," the general inquired.
	"I think you're very good looking; it makes me horny just looking
at your body, sir."
	Again, the general smiled. He returned to Jamie and said, "Do you
want to suck my cock?"
	The athlete replied, "Yes sir!"
	The general asked, "Do you want to suck President Hollis' cock?"
	The athlete answered, "If you want me to, sir."
	The general smiled and then asked, "Would you let Nicky suck your
cock and give me the satisfaction of watching?"
	"If that would please you, sir!"
	The general chuckled, rubbed at his crotch, and then said, "Yes,
this is going to work out just fine. This could be a great occasion, but it
could take longer than I thought."


	 4 -- Officer In Charge

	Chief of Police Mal Brown spotted the youngster walking in the
middle of the right lane of the highway. The boy swayed back and forth
while holding a quart-sized beer bottle in his right hand. As Chief Brown
pulled the squad car up to the boy, the kid walked off the road, stumbled
into the ditch and screamed, "Cut those damn lights. You're blinding me!"
	Chief Brown smiled, unbuckled his safety belt and got out of his
car. He walked over and looked down at the lad. He wondered if the boy was
old enough to buy alcohol. The kid's facial features were cute framed by
light brown hair and highlighted by dark brown eyes. "Having some trouble,
son? I'll need to see your identification," the officer said.
	"My wallet's in my pants, just a second." The boy stood up to get
his wallet out of the back pocket of his pants, but he stumbled and hit the
ground before retrieving it.
	"Son, we can get the I.D. later. I think you'd best come with me,"
Chief Brown said. He guided the drunken boy to the back of the squad car
and shut the door. The chief got in and drove toward the city jail. Within
seconds, the young man started raising hell in the back seat.
	"Cop, what'd ya do with my fuckin' beer?"
	"I threw it out. You've obviously had enough," the chief replied.
	"Threw it out?  Screw you!"
	The chief didn't reply, allowing silence to fill the squad car.
	Within moments, the boy distrubed the peace and silence
again. "Hey, Mr. Cop, let's make a deal. If you'll stop and buy me another
beer, I'll let you play with my peter."
	"Just shut your mouth, kid. You're drunk and embarrassing
yourself," the chief responded.
	"You know you want a piece of my pecker.  Come on, I'll even fuck
your pretty round ass."  The kid laughed, with air snorting through his
nose.
	"Son, just shut your mouth and I'll get you to the jail. Then we
can talk about whatever you like."
	But the boy didn't stop. "Come on, why don't you show me that big,
loaded pistol between your legs. I've already had one today, I'll take
yours too," the boy said.
	Mal Brown shook his head and responded, "My, my, my son. You sure
talk big for such a tiny boy."
	"Fuck you!" the kid screamed. Again, the chief restrained himself,
after all, he knew the boy was intoxicated and possibly on drugs. "Would
you like that, Mr. Cop? Would you like for me to fuck you or do you want to
fuck me?"
	"Shut your mouth, son, before it gets you into trouble," the chief
replied.
	"And I said `fuck you!'"
	"Damn you," the chief said losing his patience, hitting the brakes
and stopping the car. He was not going to be subjected to the drunken boy's
continual obscenities.  Mal Brown got out of the car, opened the back door
and pulled the boy out. The petite lad was easy for the strong police chief
to maneuver. He pushed the boy against the squad car and stuck his finger
in his face.
	"Now kid, nobody talks to me like that. Nobody," Mal Brown said.
	Before the chief could say more, the kid reached up and moved his
hand along the chief's long-sleeved uniform shirt. The boy said, "You are a
handsome, handsome man, chief. I really like strong, good-looking men in
uniforms."
	Surprised by the contrast in the lad's personality, Chief Brown
removed the lad's hand from his shirt, and said, "Cut the crap, Bristow."
	"No crap, sir. I just know how I'd enjoy sucking your big dick."
	Now a little embarrassed, Mal Brown said again, "Kid, you're drunk
and you're embarrassing yourself." He paused and, without reason, added,
"But you couldn't handle it if I gave it to you."
	But the boy dropped to his knees, put his hands on Chief Brown's
muscular legs, and said, "Just give me the chance to handle it, and we can
see about that."
	The boy's actions startled Mal Brown, but they did not anger
him. Chief Brown had been propositioned many times, even a few times by
other males. He was six feet tall, part American Indian, with a clean
complexion and handsome features. He had been told that he looked a little
like the actor George Hamilton. He was 39, and three times divorced. He was
between wives, a state that kept his loins on fire.
	The chief reached down, grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and
then reached into the boy's back pocket to take out his wallet. He read his
driver's license. The license said the boy's name was John Stevens Bristow
and his birthdate indicated that he was 18 years old, the same age as the
chief's son.
	At that point, he felt the boy's hand rubbing his legs, massaging
the tired calves. He hesitated, then shook the boy away and told him to get
up.
	"Please let me please you, sir. Please," the intoxicated boy
pleaded as he sat on the ground.
	"No, son. I think you need to sleep this one off at the
jail. You've had too much to drink and you're..."
	But before Mal Brown could finish the sentence, Johnny Bristow took
off and started running. The kid ran across the road, down into the ditch
and then off into the nearby woods. Mal Brown pursued carrying his
flashlight. As it turned out, the chase was a short one. Just when Johnny
got into the woods, he ran into a thicket that was too deep to
penetrate. He turned to run around it when Chief Brown caught him in the
beam of his flashlight.
	"Stop. You're under arrest," the chief said. Too drunk to want to
run very far, Johnny jumped up, grabbed a low hanging branch and then swung
his body and legs out to kick the police chief as he came near him.  The
boy's legs caught Chief Brown in his left shoulder and knocked him off
balance. The agile lad then tried jumping down on the chief, hoping to kick
the breathe out of him. Instead, the muscular chief caught Johnny's legs,
spun him around and knocked the teenager to the ground. Both man and boy
wrestled on the ground for several seconds. The chief was surprised at the
lad's quickness and strength. Johnny was able to flip the chief off of him
before the larger, more skilled man took the advantage and finally subdued
him.
	Both of them were panting as the chief pinned Johnny's shoulders to
the ground and looked down at him. The tenderness of the boy's look
startled the chief. The kid's shirt had come unbuttoned and was ripped. The
chief noticed Johnny's diminutive belly, rising and falling with each
breathe. The boy's intoxication had tired him. The chief pulled his
handcuffs out and was about to put them around the boy's wrists when the
lad stopped him.
	"You don't have to do that officer," Johnny said, now using a very
respectable tone of voice, one that was quite foreign to the boy's earlier
presentation. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off."
	Mal Brown looked at the kid. He did not understand why he wasn't
angry at the boy. He wondered why the lad had not caused him to lose his
temper. After all, while rolling on the ground with the petite lad, he had
the perfect opportunity to whip his ass. He could have slapped the kid
around for all of his cursings. Instead, he had refrained from hurting the
boy.
	Again, the boy spoke, "I really am sorry. I was wrong."
	Chief Brown looked at the boy's mouth and felt a sense of
attraction that he could not explain. He realized just how small the boy's
body felt lying under him. He knew he had to dismiss these physical
sensations.
	"Let's go," the chief said, lifting the boy off the ground, but
leaving the handcuffs off. He guided the boy from the woods and back toward
the patrol car. When he let go of the boy to open the back door of the
squad car, he spotted a cut along the boy's left arm.
 	"I think you'd better hold still there, Mr. Bristow," the chief
said. "You must have cut your arm when we were wrestling on the ground. I
have a first-aid kit here in the car. I'll clean and bandage it."
	As Chief Brown proceeded to help Johnny with his injured arm, he
continued to observe the youngster. The boy did not appear to be gay, yet
his verbal proposition had intrigued the horny chief.
	"Now, if you'll keep this gauze wrapped around your arm, I'll get
you to where we can take a closer look at it and bandage it on up," the
chief said. The two got into the car, and the chief drove off. In less than
five minutes, he was turning into a driveway. Johnny remarked, "This isn't
the police station."
	Mal Brown turned and answered, "You're right. It's my house. Come
on in and let me clean your wound." The chief escorted the boy into his
empty house. He noticed that the lad was sobering up.
	Once they got into the light of the house, the chief noticed
through the boy's ripped shirt that there was a second, smaller cut along
the boy's ribs.
	"Take your shirt off, son, I'll doctor that other cut for you,
too."
	Johnny obeyed and immediately stripped off his torn, soiled
shirt. Although petite, the boy's compact chest displayed small mounds of
tight muscle; their curves were cute and seductive. The chief did not fail
to notice the boy's tiny, pink nipples or his cute belly button with its
short, surrounding hairs.
	"Boy, I should lock you under the jail and tell the judge to throw
away the key. That's what I should do," the chief said as he finished
cleaning the wound on Johnny's arm and knelt down to turn his attention to
the boy's side.
	"Are you going to arrest me for drunken behavior or resisting
arrest or anything like that," the boy asked.
	"Well, if I can get you sobered up here, maybe I can let you off
the hook," the chief said, wanting to express a willingness to help the
lad. "But tell me, why were you drinking in the first place?"
	The boy paused, the chief raised an eyebrow, and then the boy
confessed as much as he could. "I did something earlier today and two days
ago, that was wrong. I didn't commit no crime or anything, but it was wrong
by my standards."
	"Want to talk about it," the chief asked.
	"Not right now. I'll get over it. I just misled someone, that's
all."
	"You seem adept at that, my lad."  As the chief poured the
cleansing agent on the cut, Johnny yelped with pain and danced about.
	"Damn, that one burns a lot," the boy said.
	The chief smiled. "Are you going to stand still or am I going to
have to treat you like a baby and blow on it for you," the chief asked
trying to embarrass Johnny.
	But he did not embarrass the aggressive youngster, instead Johnny
took advantage of the question at hand. "No! But I have something else I'd
sure like for you to blow."
	Chief Brown stopped what he was doing. He did not move; he stayed
on his knees. It had been one thing for the boy to proposition him in an
insulting way as two strangers out on some public highway. It was quite
another right here in his own house. He looked up at the lad and decided to
test him.
	"I thought you were the one who wanted to give the blow job," the
chief said.
	Looking down at the chief, Johnny appeared surprised, but replied,
"I'd give you a blowjob in a New York second, Chief Brown. I'd enjoyed
getting to know every square inch of your cock."
	"Boy, you shouldn't tempt a horny man who's been without," the
chief said, releasing a slow, nervous smile as he looked up at Johnny.
	"I hope I am tempting you. After all, sir, I believe I owe you, and
I am one who pays his debts." The kid again placed his hands on the
chief. He began a light massage of the man's chunky shoulders. The chief
did not move away or remove the boy's hands. Johnny grew confident. "Chief
Brown, you're a nice man, you can spare me a night in jail, and I'd like to
service you. I could make you feel very good."
	The chief did not know why, but he asked, "How good, kid?"
	While still rubbing the chief's shoulders, Johnny answered, "I'd
make you scream from the pleasure."
	"I don't think you understand that I should consider that a bribe,"
the chief responded, feeling vulnerable to Johnny.
	"But you won't consider it a bribe, instead you should consider it
an opportunity." The kid then ran his small hand up the officer's necktie
and said, "Can I take this off of you, make you a little more comfortable?"
	Mal Brown knew he had problems on his hands. The boy was the same
age as his own son and yet, looked even younger. Still, he found himself
attracted to Johnny. The kid's petite frame, soft touch and aggressive
nature sent hot charges racing through the chief's hairy nuts.
	The boy's fingers were untying his tie, and yet he was failing to
stop the lad. After a little bit of a struggle with the knot, Johnny got
the necktie undone and pulled it from around Chief Brown's neck. He then
loosened the man's collar.
	The chief decided to stand up, hoping his movement would break the
boy's seduction. The boy asked, "How's that? Better?" The lad's small hands
then ran up the chief's well-starched shirt. He fingered the man's badge
and then played with the shirt's top button. "Why don't you take your shirt
off," the boy asked.
	The chief smiled. He knew he should end this scene and send the boy
on his way. Instead, he realized that his nuts ached, his dick was growing
hard and he was beginning to find this teenager irresistible. The boy
approached him yet again.
	"Chief Brown, it'll be just the two of us, just our little
secret. Please, please."
	Without thinking, Chief Brown looked down at the innocent boy and
asked, "What do you want with me? Huh, kid?"
	Johnny did not miss a beat. "I want to see you naked. I want to
suck your cock.  I want to watch you blow your nuts." The boy's answer made
the older man's balls start to boil. He knew if he sent the boy away, he
would just lie up in bed restless, horny and unable to sleep. Instead, he
needed release; he wanted sex; and this youngster was now begging to
service him.
	He grabbed the boy by the shoulders and said, "Johnny, my boy, what
if I put you in business? What if I gave you my cock?"
	The boy responded, "You'd never regret it. I'd give you the blowjob
of your life."  With his dick raging in his pants like a mad bull, the
chief of police took little Johnny Bristow in his arms and kissed him hard
on his rosy lips. He then grabbed the boy up off the ground and started
carrying him to his bedroom.
	Johnny hugged himself to the chief's neck, allowing his hand to
roam over the man's chest. The boy could hardly fathom that in one day he,
Johnny "Stevens" Bristow, was about to fuck both a quarterback and a police
chief.


	5 -- And Away We Go

	The bartender pushed the draft beer toward his customer, waited for
the handsome man to take it, and then released his grip on the mug to rake
his hand down the man's hairy arm. He always liked touching this man's body
and enjoying its maschimo.
	Lance Dockery knew his customer and friend was stressed out
tonight. He seldom saw the man smoke, but now he was smoking one cigarette
after another. He also was on his third beer. Being the bartender and
psychologist extraordinaire that he was, Lance decided to see if he could
help his friend out.
	"So tell me, what's troubling you?"
	"Ah, I don't know. Nothing I don't guess."
	"What kind of answer is that? I could tell something was on your
mind the minute you walked in."
	"Just a little trouble with the team, that's all," Lee Stone
finally admitted. He ran the palm of his hand along his forehead, took a
long drag on the cigarette and then stamped it out in the nearby
ashtray. "The game Saturday night is a mighty big one; I don't need to lose
it." Coach Stone exhaled and again thought of the session he had just
finished with Rex Parker.
	After they had both shot their loads in his office, the young man
had wanted to suck his dick to an erection and go again. But, the coach
regretted that he fucked his quarterback and decided against letting Rex
suck him. Yet, now that he wasn't around the boy, his loins ached for
more. He wished he had experienced the young stud's mouth around his
lengthy cock.
	"So, is there anything that I can help you with," Lance asked,
repeating the question for the second time and interrupting the man's
thoughts. "I get off within the hour; we could get together then," Lance
said leaning over and whispering to the coach as he wiped the bar around
him.
	Lee Stone looked up at the slender young man and smiled. He
recalled the first time that Lance Dockery had gotten him drunk and seduced
him. He imagined that the tall, suave bartender had seduced more than his
share of lonely men while standing behind this bar.
	Lance was gay and proud of it, but he used his straight mannerisms
to his advantage. He was over six feet tall, with jet black hair, dark blue
eyes, and big, seductive lips. He was slender, but not skinny. At age 25,
he still held his youth, but an edge of maturity was starting to
show. Coach Stone also remembered the couple of times since that drunken
night last year that he had felt horny and had used Lance to get his rocks
off. Just then, a double image of both Lance's and Bud's cute asses flashed
through his mind.
	But tonight was different or so he thought.  "Thanks Lance, but
I'll take a rain check. I'm too tuckered out and that really ain't what I
need to be doing." He again picked up the pack of cigarettes and took
one. Lance had a lighter waiting for him. He allowed the young man to light
the cigarette for him.
	"I could take all of that stress away from you; all of it," Lance
said and smiled. He again placed his hand on Coach Stone's hairy arm.
	Lee Stone smiled, rubbed the hand that was holding the lit
cigarette through his hair, and said, "Oh, I know you could, but I
can't. Not tonight."
	"Then, have it your way, coach," Lance said and winked. The
bartender shook his ass as he swaggered to the other end of the bar. Lee
Stone followed Lance's movements and felt his own balls twitch. "Damn, if
only I thought I could handle that young man tonight," Coach Stone said to
himself.
	The coach ordered another beer and then Lance left to go back to
the bar's kitchen. An older woman replaced him behind the bar. She, too,
flirted with Coach Stone, but the man did not show any interest. Within the
half hour, Lance emerged from the back room, waved at the coach and headed
out the door.
	The coach followed Lance with his eyes, noticing his tight ass all
the way to the exit. He ordered another beer thinking that maybe he would
have to call a taxi to take him home. The brawny guy knew that his libido
was working overtime, and no amount of booze was going to alleviate his
desires. Rex had worked him up. Whatever release the one fuck with his
player had provided now had been replaced with even greater desires.
	Before his next beer was poured and before Lance made it out of the
parking lot, Lee Stone knew he would finish the beer and head to Lance's
apartment. He knew he couldn't go to the athletic dorm and awaken Rex
Parker for more sex, but he knew Lance Dockery would be available, and he
knew how the sexy bartender could take a big cock all the way down his
throat.
	* * * * *

	On the other side of town, Rex Parker was emotionally and
physically drained as he crawled into his bed. He thought about the
upcoming game and the importance of it to his career. If he won it, he
would be selected to play in all star games and possibly be drafted in the
lower rounds by some NFL team.  Lose it, and he would be known as a choke
who couldn't lead a team.
	"Choke this!" Rex said to himself as he grabbed at his big wranger
and again thought of the sexual bout with the persuasive Coach Stone. The
boy thought about how Lee Stone had dominated his body, causing him to
shoot his load without regard. He chuckled thinking that possibly Coach
Stone thought he had taken his virginity. "The SOB wasn't even my first of
the day," Rex thought.
	Rex's mind quickly flashed back to the most recent encounter with
little Johnny Stevens. After the father and son had engaged each other on
the motel room's bed, they both turned their mutual attentions to Rex's
second erection. One thing led to another, and before Rex really knew that
the time had passed, he had decided to miss practice so the son could suck
him off while the father finger-fucked his ass.
	Once that act was completed, the father-son twosome worked over
Rex's body until his proud dong was ready a third time, and again Johnny
took the honors.  With his father holding Rex's stiff cock in place, Johnny
climbed on top, squated and mounted the quarterback. Johnny rode Rex's
fleshy iron rod into a rigorous fuck while his father knelt over Rex's
upturn face and beat his own fat, uncut cock to a cum.
	The kid's ass had been tight and hot and downright sexy for Rex. He
wanted more that day, but had grown exhausted. The next day, Rex called the
motel room, but neither the man nor boy was available. Rex had been
disappointed until just earlier in the afternoon when he heard a knock on
his door and there stood the young Johnny somewhat inebriated. They left
the dorm and went back to the same motel room. Johnny told Rex that "dad is
down state today looking at another prospect, but wanted me to have my fun,
that is, if you are willing."
	Rex fucked the boy's ass without caution, getting his rocks off in
a vigorous fashion. He had not intended to miss practice, but after Johnny
offered him a couple of beers and seduced him a second time, football just
didn't seem that important. After a second wild fucking, he was exhausted
as he collapsed down on the boy's naked frame and fell fast asleep. He
slept for more than two hours, only awaking when he felt Johnny rubbing his
cock and kissing his nipples.
	Knowing he had missed another practice, he jumped out of bed,
grabbed his clothes and went running to the dressing room, hoping to offer
some feeble explanation to his coach.
	The star athlete thought about how Johnny had admired his body,
praising almost every aspect of it. He recalled how the boy had eaten his
ass for a long while. Without a doubt, the father had taught his son well,
Rex thought.
	As he lay there in bed, the quarterback was just about to give his
own sausage the big squeeze when he heard a voice outside his dorm room
door.
	"Rexy, are you in there? Wake up man, open the door."
	Rex crawled out of bed, thought about grabbing his jeans, but
decided against it. He opened the door and, as he had thought, there stood
Walter Snowden, flashing a big toothy grin and asking if he could come
in. Rex knew what Walter wanted; Walter had wanted it about once every
month for the two-years that Rex had known the sophomore tailback on the
team.
	"Please Rex, can I come in and sleep here tonight?"
	"Walt, I'm tired, I don't know that we should," Rex said, knowing
his body had been overused already. "Try me, next week." Rex went to close
the door, but Walter put his hand in the door to prevent it.
	"Come on, Rex. I'm all nervous about the big game. I ain't had any
since last month. You're the only one on this team that I know might help
me out. Please..."
	"Damn Walt! I'd like to help you out for the team's sake, but..."
	Walt did not want to be turned away. Even as Rex talked, he edged
his body into the room. He admired Rex's bare chest, the meaty curves, the
thin blonde curls that feathered at its middle, and the well-formed,
succulent nipples. He pushed the door closed with his other hand while Rex
watched.
	Without giving Rex time to protest, Walt pulled his tee shirt over
his head to reveal a fine, lean and chiseled black body. The athlete's
bloated muscles invited inspection. His tits projected out an inch or more,
forming nice, sharp points. His smooth stomach sported a belly button that
popped out and begged to be chewed. Without delay, Walter dropped his
sweatpants and rubbed his cock through the tight, neon orange bikini briefs
that he wore.
	"See anything you like, white boy," Walt asked Rex, with a wide
grin letting his pretty white teeth dominate his dark brown face. "I bet
you do." Walt leaned into Rex, kissed him below the ear, and then proceeded
to guide his hand from the quartback's neck, down the middle of his chest,
and onto the elastic band of his white briefs.
	"Let me get these off of you, Rexy. Make you feel good. Make you
feel hot. Make you shoot your load." Walt then grabbed Rex's privates
through the fabric of his underwear. Rex flinched, but looked down as Walt
leaned into him to wrap his large moist lips around Rex's sensitive tit.
	"Oh Walt, you aren't going to take no for an answer are you?"
	"Not tonight, Captain Rex. Not tonight and not in a million years."
Walt then grapped the flanks of Rex's underwear and dragged the cotton
briefs away from his body. As the quarterback's honey-colored pubes came
into view, followed by his attractive cock, Walt leaned down and licked his
lips. "Oh yes, this looks real delicious. Real delicious indeed, my Sexy
Rexy."
	Walt pushed his head forward, opened his mouth and felt the warm,
velvety feel of Rex's cockhead as it sank into his hot mouth. Walt knew he
had manipulated the senior quarterback for the night's sex. He knew it was
just a matter of time now. The white cock filled Walt's mouth, giving
itself to unbridled passions.
	"Damn buddy, that feels good; it always feels good when you suck
me," Rex said. He thought about wanting to suck Coach Stone's hearty dick
and regretted that he had not taken that opportunity before the two had
fucked. At the same time, he knew few people who could give head like his
friend Walter gave head. He felt the boy's lips dancing across his cock,
slurping at its head, kissing its length and loving his nutsac.
	Walt knew he had the team leader right where he wanted him. Walt
sucked deep, taking the cock all the way down his throat. Rex moaned
without restraint, holding Walt's head so his dick stayed at the hilt.
	 "Turn around Walt, let me return the favor," Rex Parker said,
directing the black tailback to squirm his body around while keeping his
own wet mouth locked on the quarterback's dick. Rex rolled the boy's thin
underwear down his massive thighs and powerful legs and then grapped Walt's
cock in his hand.
	"Walter baby. This thing is always so ready and eager." Rex took
the black man's bloated cock into his mouth as he thrust his own dick far
into the back of Walter's throat. The two got into the sixty-nine, rocking
together and giving their bodies to each other. Their copulating bodies
complimented each other well.
	Walter played with Rex's round balls, getting them primed for their
third blasting of the day. Rex reached up to pinch at Walter's nipples,
enjoying their points while chewing on his uncut cockhead.
  	"Aaawww, wow, Rex. You show do know how to suck dick. Damn, you
turn me on."
	Rex lifted his head and retorted. "Keep your mouth on my cock and
suck. I'd rather have those fat lips on my cock than hear your
compliments." Walt returned to Rex's juicy, white cock as Rex deep-throated
the massive brown root that Walt provided him.
	Finally, both players knew they were close. Walt rolled over on top
of Rex, with both players keeping their mouths sunctioned to the other's
dick. Rex took his middle finger and rammed it in Walter's available
ass. Walt reached around and squeezed Red's hairy balls. Both players
grunted and increased the oral pressure on the other's dick. Within a few
seconds, both Rex and Walter sprayed their loads into each other's waiting
mouths.
	When Rex's cum subsided, Walt took his mouth from the drippy cock
and turned around. He forced Rex to kiss him. The two men swapped their
love juices. Without a doubt, Walt loved Rex's sensuous lovemaking and Rex
loved Walt's savage aggression.
	"Damn Walt, you've seduced me again, ole chum."
	"You were a good lover again, Rex Parker. Thanks for letting me
spend the night."
	"You are welcomed. You always manage to get yourself into my room,
don't you," Rex asked as he smiled and leaned down to lick at Walt's
pointed tit. "Yes, Walter, you always get in, take over and fuck me." Rex
bit the tit and laughed.
	Walter reached around and rubbed Rex's tight ass with his big
hand. He had decided to attend Cross City College on a football scholarship
because of how nice Rex had been to him on his recruiting visit. Most of
all, he had enjoyed two year of hot, torrid sex acts with his Caucausian
friend. He appreciated that Rex always made sure that they were discrete,
but that Rex always seem to find time to tend to his sexual needs.
	He felt Rex continuing to nibble at his tit, so he arched his chest
to make it easier for the quarterback. "Oh Rex, you're so gentle, so damn
sensuous. I just never knew another football player could be like
this. Damn, tongue that tit. Chew it!"
	Walt wished that circumstances would allow him to take his renewed
erection and bang Rex until his friend begged him to stop. But
circumstances were different this time and Walt knew he could not take the
time to complete another act with Rex.  Walt's mind flashed through the
events of the last day. A disgusted feeling reverburated throughout his
stomach. Without a doubt, Walt knew he was between the rock and the hard
place.
	Rex kissed down his svelte black body with purpose. He teased
around Walt's navel and caressed his friend's low hanging balls.  It was
difficult to realize that his superb, athletic body had allowed him to fuck
with Johnny, Coach Stone and Walt, all within 12 hours, and yet his libido
was still working.
   	"Oh Walt, we've got to get this fine ass of yours ready to run some
touchdowns for us on Saturday. Nice and ready," Rex said as he reached
under his partner and grabbed his meaty buttocks.
	"Rex, I think you'd best stop. We can't chance a fuck," Walt
said. Then looking for excuses, he reasoned, "While we both know how good a
couple of long fucks would be, it'd tire you out and make me sore. Not
tonight."
	"Hey, you started this," Rex said. "Just let me finish it." Rex
then grabbed Walt and covered him with his entire body. The stud felt his
own cock flirting with Walt's big stick and even felt their tits burning
into each other. Just as he began to aim his cock at Walt's ass, he felt
the tailback grab him. At first, he thought Walt was wanting on top, then
he thought his friend was wrestling with him. Before long though, he knew
Walt was trying to subdue him.
	 To his regret, Walt knew the time had come. Walter yelled as
though calling for help. Rex froze and looked up, not believing what he was
seeing when three men came bursting into the room. They threw a blanket
over Rex and started beating him. Before long, Rex felt one of the burly
men reach around and grab his arm. He felt a rope placed around his wrist
and then around his neck. Before he could get the blanket off, he knew he
had been hogtied.
	Walt spoke, "Oh Rex, I'm sorry it has to be this way. These men did
not give me any choice."
	The men kept the blanket around Rex's face. They lifted him and
started carrying him. Rex's heart jumped into his throat. He knew he was in
trouble.


	6 -- The Heat Of The Night

	As the classical music played in the background, General Berrigan
inspected both of the students in front of him. He again admired Jamie's
long, hot cock, and then studied Nicky Brown's adorable face.
 	"A big one and a cute one. Just as I told you, Lester. Good work,"
the general said as he turned to President Hollis. "Now, let's have some
fun."
	The general smiled and looked longingly, first at the two tee-shirt
clad, young men and then at the well-dressed, middle-aged president. They
all stared back attentively at him. "Oh my men, each of you looks so hot
and sexy," the general said.
	He turned to look at his long-time friend. "Les, why don't you get
all of those fancy duds off and join me? I think these students want to see
their college president in the all together. No need to hide that fine ass
of yours."
	The college president obeyed, stripping off his shirt within
seconds. The other three watched as the president's hairy chest was
revealed. The soft hair spread out from the middle of the president's chest
to the edge of his tits. His dime-sized tits appeared small for the rest of
his chest, but they were colored a deep brown and they looked aroused.
	The general pressed his v-shaped hand under President Hollis'
breast to compress its mound upward. As the president looked down to watch,
the general leaned in with his long tongue to sample the man's embossed
left nipple. It grew hard and riveted in salute.  Lester Hollis moaned.
	The general sucked at the tit, even nibbling at it with his teeth
before lifting his head.  "He just loves having these cute titties sucked,"
the sophisticated general said, running his hands quickly over the
president's chest. "Now get your pants off Les and let the boys see your
gorgeous cock down there."
	Again, the president obeyed. He peeled off his white briefs. Both
boys watched as the presidential penis came rolling out.  It was pretty and
inviting, although not large.
	Oscar Berrigan grapped a riding crop off a nearby wall and
proceeded to run it over Lester Hollis' naked body several times. He teased
the president, even wrapping the whip around the president's dick several
times and unravelling it. Finally bored with the action, the general
grabbed for the cock and stroked it.
	The general spoke. "Boys, your president here has a real pretty
cock. A sculptor could not have shaped one so well. Its so gorgeous in its
nest of golden hair. Oh yes, it could be longer, but sometimes a nice,
average-sized dick pleases a partner best."
	The general sank to his knees, gathered the prick in his mouth and
began to suck it.
	Lester Hollis responded. "Thank you, general... thank you,
sir... awwh, thank you so much general."
	Jamie and Nicky were fascinated by the sight of the distinguished
general sucking on their college president's cock. While Nicky also was
attracted to Lester Hollis' nice looking cock, Jamie eyed the president's
thrusting ass. For a long couple of minutes, the general made oral love to
the cock. He stroked it, kissed its head and then drilled his tongue into
its eye, producing a deep groan from Hollis. It grew erect and arched up
begging to be brought off, but the general pulled off it.
	"Quite hot and quite pretty," the general said, keeping President
Hollis on the verge of climax with his six-inch cock seeping of clear
fluids. The general stood up to look at Jamie and then at Nicky. He walked
over to Jamie and, without cause or warning, tore the tight tee-shirt from
his body. He raised the boy's arm and licked inside the open patch, kissing
the boy's hair and licking the salt from under his young arms.
	"You taste good. And you feel so good." The general then reached up
and pinched the boy's left tit. When Jamie moaned, the older man smiled,
turned to face him, and then grabbed both of Jamie's protruding pink
nipples. He twisted, coiled and pulled the tits, causing Jamie considerable
pain. He then ran his hands over Jamie's body before grabbing the boy's
available cock. He smiled.  Jamie gasped when he again felt the general
wrap his warm, hard hand all the way around his long cock. He felt the
general yanking at the enormous pecker. Jamie grunted and groaned. The
general used his own saliva to lubricate the stiff pecker, making it easier
to run his fist up and down it. Jamie's ramrod cock received a fast working
over. The athlete felt himself growing erect.
	"My, my, my, Mr. Andrews," the general said. "You do demand some
respect. You are a very big man. So very, very large." He pulled again at
the boy's massive dong, acknowledging its hardness. "Ah yes, Jamie
boy. It's getting so, so big for me. So damn big."
	The cock hardened fully in the general's large, rough hands. Jamie
was glad he could please the general. The distinguished military man then
leaned down, pushed his mouth up to the cock and then opened wide. He
struggled to get all of its swollen corona into his mouth. Jamie moaned.
	The general tongued the gargantuan cockhead and nibbled at its
tip. A droplet of thick pre-cum dribbled out. The general sampled it, and
then another droplet surfaced. The general took his fingertip, wiped the
second drop from the big dick and then ran his cum-covered finger into the
boy's belly button. He was teasing Jamie, making him even hornier.
	"General Berrigan, please suck my peter, please," Jamie moaned.
	"Do you want me, Jamie? Do I make you feel good?"
	"Damn yes, General Berrigan. You are fantastic," Jamie admitted.
	Just knowing he had Jamie tense and horny was good enough for the
general. He dropped Jamie's aroused cock, turned and edged toward the cute,
younger student.
	The eager Nicky watched the older man approach. He considered
General Berrigan a sophisticated man, with a seductive, evil twinkle in his
eyes. Nicky felt the general grabbing his crotch even before he realized
the man was reaching for him. He also flinched. The general used his
soothing fingertips to massage the boy's balls through the thong's thin
pouch. The older man was quite experienced at the art of arousing the male
animal.
	"My little Nicky. You are so damn cute! I must make love to you,
son." The general lifted the bottom of the boy's tee shirt up, exposing his
small, tight belly and his clefty pecs, with their dusky nipples.
	He embraced Nicky, and started kissing him over his entire
body. When he came to Nicky's privates, he peeled the boy's thong away. He
kissed through the boy's thin pubes and then licked down the kid's tight
erection. The boy was about the same size as Lester Hollis. His cock was
hot, with its piss slit leaking its fluids onto the general's thirsty
tongue.
	The silver-haired veteran smooched at Nicky's penis, drinking its
leakage and enjoying the nectar. He rubbed Nicky's fine ass and saw that
the lad was needing to release the pressure in his balls. He massaged the
balls, making Nicky squirm with delight. Still, at that point, he only
wanted to toy with Nicky, just as he had toyed with Lester and Jamie. He
eased off the boy's vibrant cock, and decided to let the boys enjoy
watching him with their college president.
	He moved behind Lester Hollis and began kissing on the horny man
while running his hands across his back and butt and around to his hairy
belly.
	"Oh Les, it's been too long." Without warning, the general stuck
his middle finger up the president's ass. He turned to Jamie and Nicky and
said, "Yes boys, there are times when I have literally worked your
president's ass off." The general removed his finger and then aimed his
nine-inch cock at the administrator's ass. He grabbed Lester Hollis around
his hairy belly while edging his cock into his friend. Both men grunted
like pigs at feeding time when the general pushed forward.
	"Awwww, oh Les, you feel as good as ever. Your tight ass is just
right for this long, slender dick of mine."  The two men gyrated together,
oblivious to the two students watching them. The presidential ass burned
the general's peter with delight. Finally, General Berrigan turned to the
youngsters and said, "Look at my cock, Jamie and Nicky. I am fucking your
college president."
	Lester Hollis grimaced and hissed from the pleasure. The general
rotated his ass to drive further into his lover while using both hands to
reach up from behind and pinch at the man's tiny, but responsive tits.
	"Oh yes, Les, just tell the boys how you much you like me fucking
your ass and twisting your tits. Tell them," the general demanded.
	"God yes, General Berrigan. I've always loved it. Loved fucking
your honorable dick."  The general leaned in and kissed Lester Hollis with
deep passion. But just as quickly as he had begun, he pulled his dick from
the college president's hairy ass. He was getting too close to coming and
wanted to finish with the young Nicky.
	"Oh general, don't stop, please, please, cum inside me," the
president begged. "Come on, finish in me."
	"Not with this cute, young thing waiting for me. Not now, Les," the
distinguished general said returning to Nicky. With his own cock standing
straight and rigid, he rubbed Nicky's precious, bubble ass, appreciating
its fresh beauty. He turned his head and asked, "President Hollis, what do
you suppose I should do to this boy?"
	Still feeling the affects of having had the general's long cock up
his own ass, Lester Hollis offered the expected answer. "You should fuck
him, general. Let him have the privilege of accommodating your glorious
cock."
	The general smiled. Knowing that Nicky had been on the brink before
he had left him the first time, the general did not waste any time going
after the boy. He began kissing, sucking and chewing at the boy's exposed
body. He salivated over Nicky's ass, getting it ready for the fuck.
	When General Berrigan could no longer wait, he pushed himself up
behind the boy, positioned the boy's small melon-shaped ass, and then
rammed his lengthy cock into its dark hole. He watched his mushroomed
cockhead disappear into the tight box. He forced his cock inside the boy
and began to fuck him with precision. With his cock hitting bottom, he
reached around to pinch at the lad's tits.  Nicky moaned and groaned while
gyrating his hips. The chief fucked the cute boy, but fantasized about the
pleasures he wished he could have with the boy's father. Letting go of the
boy's right nipple, the general reached down to take Nicky's attractive
penis into his hand. He stroked it several times and demanded, "Come first,
Nicky. Shoot your hot wad out there. Come on boy, let me fuck you!"
	Almost on command, Nicky's dick erupted. The first three spurts of
his cock syrup shot out five or six feet followed by lesser spurts that
spilled out between the general's fingers and dripped down to the boy's
nuts. Nicky moaned unaware that Jamie was encouraging him to enjoy the come
while President Hollis was encouraging the general to fuck him harder.
	Oscar Berrigan drilled his own pulsating cock all the way into the
boy while massaging the cum on his fingers into Nicky's dark tits. He
brought a finger up to the boy's lips and said, "Taste it, Nicky. Taste
your cum." Nicky licked the cream from the general's finger as the man's
cock rammed into his depths.
	The boy's flexing inner muscles choked the Berrigan cockhead,
bringing on the rush of the older man's love juices. The general hugged the
boy as the two screamed together. Nicky allowed his ass to relax so he
could enjoy the general's long, voluminous ejaculation.
	Oscar Berrigan's entire body shook and sweat broke out on his
forehead and chest. He grunted while feeling the electrifying blast of his
hot, steamy load shoot from his boiling balls. The older man enjoyed the
snugness he felt as the juicy eye on his well-packed cock opened and shut,
releasing its fuck spray.
	After General Oscar Berrigan had screwed the adorable Nicky Brown,
the evening's debauchery grew intense. Most of all, the general wanted
Jamie to fuck him with his massive cock. The general began to stimulate the
boy's enormous cock, also playing with his balls and tantilizing other
parts of his body.
	When Jamie's pre-cum started bubbling freely from his cock, the
general knew the 21-year-old was hot and ready. With lust searing through
him, the general turned to Nicky and said, "I'm gonna show this strong
athlete what an experienced cockfucker like myself can do to this
king-sized pecker of his. Why don't you give me the pleasure of watching
you suck Dr. Hollis there?"
	Nicky nodded okay, and crawled under the college president. The
man's copper-toned torso, stomach, pubes and privates were sexy, even if
the product of a tanning booth. Nicky kissed his college president's dick
and then mouthed his balls. The boy knew it would be only a matter of time
before Lester Hollis let his cum bolt, after all, Oscar Berrigan had worked
him up earlier, and the president did not seem bashful about popping his
load.  Hollis moaned. "Oh yes, Nicky baby, oh yes, your sweet mouth feels
so great... Suck me off... general orders... suck me off, boy."  Nicky took
the president's cock deep into his throat as he massaged the man's
cum-generating balls.
	The general chuckled, even reaching over to hold Nicky's head all
the way down, forcing the lad to deep-throat the presidential penis. The
general then scooted his ass close to Jamie's humongous dick, leaned into
the boy, grabbed him around the hips and said, "Push in me, Jamie. Make
love to me. Fuck me!"
	Jamie entered the distinguished man's thriving ass. Both yelped
with pleasure as the general's vibrating ass muscles vacuumed Jamie's
log-like dick. The general spread his ass, allowing Jamie to force cock to
ass.
	Watching the union between the athlete and the general sent Lester
Hollis over the edge. "Oh gee, I'm there, Nicky. Take that sperm; drink its
sweetness, my boy." Nicky chewed at the stiff pecker, enjoying the
pulsating, spurting staff and evaluating the taste of its juices.
	"Come here, Nicky, come here, quickly," the general ordered. Nicky
understood. With the president's semen still fresh in his mouth, he crawled
over to the general and kissed him hard on the mouth. He let the general
take the remains of President Hollis' cum. The general enjoyed the familiar
taste of the president, and then continued to kiss at Nicky. As he hunched
Jamie's giant cock, he reached out and took Nicky's cock into his
hand. Both boys moaned.
	The general proved himself the master. Within a couple of minutes,
he general had both Jamie and Nicky on the verge of coming.  He fucked
Jamie harder than the young man had ever been fucked before. Nobody younger
had ever fucked his large, hard cock so thoroughly. Jamie screamed of
orgasmic bliss, while Nicky stuck his own pulsating cock down deep into the
general's throat passage.
	"Oh general sir, general, general... Oh, you fuck so well, sir," an
ecstatic Jamie gasped as his dick shot off with a great force, with the
general snapping it deep into his guts.
	At the same time, Nicky was screaming, "Aaaawwwww, General
Berrigan, you're milking me... milking me so good... I'm shooting!" Oscar
Berrigan drank Nicky's juices deep into his mouth, appreciating the strong
load the boy managed on his second come of the evening.
	Lester Hollis stood by and watched the triple play between the
three. He noticed the general's long, thin cock growing erect again and
hoped he could be its next provider.
	But at that point, the telephone rang. The general knew it had to
be important for James, the butler, to have interrupted this action. He
caught his breath and reached for the nearby phone. His face turned a
brilliant red, and he started looking around at the three men who stood
around him.
	"Did you say that they brought him here? I see... I see... well, I
have some unusual circumstances myself in here. You just take care of
things in there, and tell John not to touch the young man."
	When he hung up the telephone, the general gave orders. "Les, I'm
sorry to say that I think you had better go. Your presence will be needed
around the college, and you won't want to be seen here. By the way, our
star-studded quarterback is in good hands."
	Without asking any questions, President Hollis picked up his
clothes and started to dress. Before leaving the room, he walked over to
Jamie and said, "I'm sorry it has to be this way. Just do as the general
says and you'll get your scholarship. And remember, I want a piece of this
big dick sometimes soon."
	Lester Hollis reached out, grabbed the meaty appendage and stroked
it. He was about to stroke it again when the general cleared his throat,
indicating the president should get on about his business.


	 7 -- Taking The Law Into Your Own Hands

	Chief Brown threw the lightweight Johnny Bristow down on his
bed. He looked down at the lad, studied his cute face and again noticed his
small, adorable belly. The excited cop unbuttoned the shirt of his uniform
and took it quickly from his pants. Johnny watched, anxious to see the
chief without a shirt on. Mal Brown studied the boy as he pulled the
uniform shirt off, put both hands at the opposite flanks of the underlying
tee shirt and brought the white cotton fabric over his head.
	"Gee... oh, wow," the boy responded as Mal Brown displayed his
native American good looks. His body was a deep reddish brown. His chest
bulged a couple of inches. Except for a small patch of hair at the middle,
there were only a few individual strands dotting his upper body. His
pectoral curves looked good enough to fuck between. Most of all, the
chief's nipples were a ripe, toasted brown with a noticeable
protuberance. Johnny considered them delectable.
	"You are so good looking Chief Brown. I only hope that I can please
you," the boy said.
	"I think you know what to do. Just give it your best shot; I'll
manage the rest."
	Johnny leaned up from the bed to help the chief with his uniform
pants. Once they were pulled down and off, the chief said, "Let's get your
things off; let me see that small butt of yours." Johnny consented and
within seconds, the chief was pulling the boy's soiled underwear from
around his privates. As expected, the boy's butt was tiny and precious. Its
grapefruit mounds excited the manly Mal Brown. Only a light pube patch
surrounded the boy's dick. While Johnny didn't have the biggest dick in the
room, he was a good five inches, a size that appeared big on him.
	Chief Brown smiled, reached down to slide his own underwear off and
moved in to embrace the boy. Their dicks touched. Mal Brown's penis was
lengthy, hefty and now almost erect.
	Johnny's dick became aroused as he felt the weight and size of the
chief's cock dominating his own. The boy reached down and held the cocks
together. The chief moaned. The boy felt their balls dancing with each
other. The boy thought the chief had the biggest pair of balls he had ever
seen. He wondered if they were unusually full.
	With their dicks rubbing each other to an erection, the smallish
Johnny leaned up and formed his tight lips around the chief's luscious
right nipple. The tit's meat turned the boy on in a strange and wild
way. He sucked at the tit, feeling its erect tip offering itself to him. He
licked it and nipped at it before moving to slurp at the other. He noticed
the texture of each nipple, detailing the long stems on each. He nursed
from their meat.
 	"Oh, Johnny, that gets me excited, kid," the chief said as he
watched the boy's mouth working on his tits. "Oh yeah, that's real nice."
The chief leaned his head back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the boy's oral
stimulation.
	After a while, Johnny ended his tonguing of the stimulated nipples
to engage the chief in a long, wet kiss. The chief enjoyed the kiss,
observing the boy's small tongue dancing across his own while feeling the
boy's fingers now caressing the tips of his man tits. It was a soft,
sensuous moment.
	But Mal Brown couldn't get too emotional with this boy, and he
insisted on being the officer in charge. He broke the kiss, grabbed Johnny
by the neck, and forced the boy's head downward. He steadied Johnny's head
so the boy's lips were just an inch or so from his own throbbing cock.
	"So, you want some of me, boy, is that what you said," the chief
asked, now panting noticeably. Johnny eyed the chief's massive dick
dangling between his legs. He noticed the chief's rich pubic hair and the
weighty balls hanging below.
	"Yes sir. I want it real bad, sir," the boy pleaded.
	"What do you want to do with it, kid," the chief asked, his
breathing heavy and drawn as he knelt over Johnny's upturned face.
	With his mouth only an inch from the mushroom shaped head of the
chief's cock, the boy answered, "I want to suck it off. I want to taste
it. I want to eat your big cock, Chief Brown."
	Mal Brown smiled, grabbed his dick by its base and stroked it
seductively as Johnny licked his lips. Without saying a word, the two began
teasing each other, causing a sense of sadism and control to overtake the
chief. The manly officer tightened his grip on the boy's neck before
starting to slap his massive pecker against the boy's cheeks. He went from
one cheek to the other, hitting the small-faced boy hard with his powerful
cock.
	"You want some of it? Take some of it, Johnny boy," the chief
teased as he slapped the excited boy with his big slab of meat. "Come on,
Johnny. Reach out with your tongue. Take it, if you want it."
	As the powerful cop slapped the cock along the boy's face and
mouth, Johnny tried his best to reach out with his tongue and take it. The
boy licked the huge crown of the cock's head on a couple of swings and
almost bit into its side after it was dragged across his mouth. But the
chief's strong hand bracketed his neck, rendering the boy virtually
helpless.
	"Oh yes, Johnny Bristow, this big sausage of mine is just beating
your little face. Slapping you silly. Giving you the punishment that you
deserve." The chief used his massive rod to slap the boy on the right
cheek, then on the left cheek and back to the right cheek. He considered it
fair treatment for the boy's earlier actions. Before long, Chief Brown knew
his privates were hot and ready.
	His deep voice said, "Oh, my Johnny, you've gotten me all worked
up." He raised his balls to the boy's mouth and ordered, "Go on, Johnny,
lick them. Lick my nuts." With the chief still holding firm to his neck,
Johnny stuck his tongue out and swabbed the juicy plums between the chief's
thick legs. He licked acrossed the hairy testicles. He then kissed deeply
at each one.
	"Oh yeah... that's good, Johnny boy, real good."
	Finally, the chief released the boy's neck, allowing Johnny to
scoop his mammoth cock into his little mouth. The feeling was
fantastic. The chief leaned his head back. closed his eyes and enjoyed the
boy's tonguings and suckings. Johnny's head began to bob up and down the
extended stalk. The boy held his balls, jangling them into the bottom of
his dick. He knew if he let the boy continue the blowjob, he would come in
a matter of seconds.
	Instead, he forced Johnny's mouth from his cockhead, pulled the boy
down and positioned his legs so they stradled him. As the boy watched in
excitement, the handsome police chief lifted the boy's tight butt by its
cheeks. The chief pulled the boy's petite buns toward his own loins,
allowing his strong thumbs to dig into the boy's constricted anal passage.
	He looked down and noticed that his own immense cock was leaking
its pre-cum, getting the head of his dick slick and ready. He then brought
the rim of the boy's ass into contact with the head of his massive
tool. Although he ached to sample the boy's tiny love canal, he did not
penetrate. He hesitated. His mind told him that his actions were out of
line, yet his needy cock begged to be serviced. He thought about rolling
away from the boy.
	But Johnny broke the sounds of their heavy breathing. "Go ahead,
Chief Brown. Fuck me."
	"Are you sure," the chief gasped.
	"Yes. Oh yes. I want to feel your juicy cock fucking my butt," the
boy replied.
	Mal Brown shoved his oozing cock forward. He felt the constricted
ass split apart as he pulled it open with his big thumbs and pried it with
his cock. The tightness was overwhelming. The older man swallowed; he felt
the boy reaching up to scratch at his big nipples. He groaned.
	"Oh, you are so hard... and so damn big, Chief Brown," the boy
screamed.
	"Careful son," the chief cautioned almost as if pondering whether
he should continue.
	But the boy spurred him on. "Go on, Chief Brown. Fuck me,
hard. Drive that meaty dick all the way inside me."
	The chief edged in further, groaned and gasped. "You're so tight,
Johnny boy." The youngster leaned up, pushed his ass down hard on the shaft
and felt at least two inches more of the chief's immense dick sink into his
tail. The chief felt the heat on his cockhead. The added mix of pain and
pleasure forced Johnny to take the chief's juicy right nipple between his
teeth and to chew at it for relief.
	"Oh shit, Johnny Bristow, you have seduced me into a crazy
situation, boy. Oh, so crazy," the big chief said. He then grunted and
forced yet another inch or so of his boner into the boy.
	The man and boy kissed, bumped, grinded and gently massaged their
bodies together for several minutes. The chief screwed the boy's bowels as
best he could with his oversized dick. Johnny couldn't comprehend the
immense pleasure that sent his brain whirling about.
	"Take it boy; my cock is itching for you now, Johnny boy," the
chief panted.
	Johnny cluthed the chief's strong biceps and grunted in bestial
fashion. The chief rotated his cock into the boy, withdrew it and then
screwed it back in tightly as the boy leaned his head back and
moaned. Johnny grabbed his own cock and began milking it to reap the full
pleasure of the fucking he was receiving from the chief's mammoth cock.
Mal Brown dipped quickly in and out of the boy's tiny hot box, but he did
not allow his needy cock to spear the boy to the depths for fear of hurting
his smaller partner. Still, the boy exclaimed, "Your big cock is fucking my
guts out, Chief Brown. Fucking my guts out!"
	With the heat of passion clamping their bodies together, the chief
watched proudly as his enormous dick brought the boy off. Johnny jerked
violently, gripped the chief with all of his strength and shouted, "Awwww,
oh, oh... I'm coming, sir, I'm coming so hard!" The boy's dick shot a
strong load that projected upward, hitting the chief near his deep belly
button and running into his pubes.  "Yeah, that's it, Johnny. Oh yeah. I'd
say that you've just been fucked, son," the chief said, smiling as he
watched the boy's smallish cock shoot its load while also driving
three-fourths of his own mighty shaft deep into Johnny's cute ass.
	Johnny struggled to catch his breathe. He then said, "Yes, I've
been fucked. By a big, savage cock. Damn, you're so good, Chief Brown."
	When his own cum ended, the lithe youngster picked up the fuck pace
again to bang harder and harder against the chief's cock. He used his
little butt to hunch the chief, enjoying the the older man's grunts and
groans. The chief thrust with him, causing Johnny to claw at the man's wide
bare back for release. Johnny's body thrilled to the pistoning shaft.
	"Give it to me, Chief Brown. I want to feel you come. I want to
watch you come. Shoot my fuckin' lights out." The boy felt the man's
weighty nuts at his crack and the man's pubic hairs grinding against his
own spent testicles. The boy knew the chief's hard tool was rigid and
ready. He then felt the head of the cock expand deep within his guts and
heard the chief groan like an animal.
	The boy had Mal Brown turned on in a bizarre fashion. The flames of
the boy's anal passages burned into the chief's cock meat, making it
difficult for the chief not to stab the boy's bowels with all of it. The
chief hissed, "Damn, Johnny Bristow! Your tight ass is chewing my
cock. Eating it up." Johnny continued hunching the big man's cock, moving
his hands from the man's back to around his front.
	With Johnny pulling hard at his pithy paps, Mal Brown let go of all
instincts. He slammed his bloated meat all the way into Johnny's petite
ass, feeling its snug, scalding furnace. He withdrew and slammed in
again... and again. Gutteral groans escaped from the depths of his
throat. He felt the kid react to his sexual hammering. At last, his cock
surrendered, shooting off a tremendous first shot of sizzling cum into the
boy's throbbing butt. The chief knew that he was shooting off as hard and
as powerful as he had remembered in years.
	As the second load overtook his cock and balls, the chief hugged
the boy to his body. He whispered, "Love me, Johnny. Love me, good." The
chief pushed his excited cock into the boy, letting his third and fourth
spurts drown the boy's ass. He grabbed the kid's butt and shook it while
wiggling his own ass in a convulsive manner. The movement allowed Johnny's
tight rectal muscles to milk the final spurts from his meaty cock. Chief
Brown looked down at the lad, felt the last drops of semen ease from his
penis, and said, "You fuck like a little rabbit, Johnny Bristow... just
like a goddamned rabbit."  He then collapsed on top of the youngster.
	Johnny Bristow was young, but not so young that he did not realize
a good thing when he held it his arms. After Chief Brown shot his
hard-charging load, the two of them relaxed. Before long though, Johnny
began kissing over the chief's body, paying special attention to the man's
lips, neck, armpits, nipples and other parts south.
	He quickly aroused the virile man again and delighted in
discovering how turned on the big cop got when someone kissed his balls. He
measured the chief's balls in his mouth, one at a time, and then kissed at
his swollen member until it seeped its clear pre-fuck juices. Johnny
scooped the fluid on the tip of his pointed tongue and sampled its
distinctive taste.
	The boy kissed up through the man's thick pubic patch, and allowed
his tongue to sink into his belly button. He reached up and pinched at the
chief's taut titties. He could tell that the sensusous tonguing of the
chief's navel and the teasing of his tits were turning him on once more.
	He leaned back down and scooped the chief's cock into his small
mouth. The chief groaned deeply and again grabbed the boy's neck. He
shouted obscenities as the waves of raw pleasure wrecked his loins while
the boy serviced his needy cock.
	"Show me how you like it. You've wanted; you've got it. Eat it! Eat
me! Suck me off, Johnny Bristow."
	The chief was highly aroused and almost out of control. The boy
sucked at the very tip of his cock, squeezing its head while dancing his
tiny tongue over its slit. The chief groaned and screamed obscenities.
"Aaawww... Johnny, Johnny, my cocksuckin' little buddy...  Oh, eat me,
Johnny. Suck that fat cock of mine." He raised his hips off the bed and
placed his own hand at the base of his cock to hold it for the boy. He
leaned his head back to enjoy the blow job. The chief was selfish and
greedy. The kid's tongue devoured his savory staff. And finally, the boy
managed to suck the juices from him.
  	Johnny siphoned from the chief's love hose, drinking the juices
that streamed down his throat. The chief's ejaculations were tremendous,
making it impossible for the boy to drink all of the man. The love juices
poured from his mouth, running down to the chief's own hot balls
below. When the final shot poured from his dick, the chief knew he had
received a superb blow job.
	He grabbed the lad and kissed him; he reached down and felt the
lad's own swollen cock and jacked it. Johnny moaned and thrust his hips up
so that his dick could fuck the chief's hard palm. He did not know if he
could come again considering his earlier workout with the chief and his
other activities that same day.
	But, it didn't matter because the chief's police beeper went off
before Johnny did. The chief had to answer a telephone call. He picked up
the phone and started receiving information from a dispatcher.  Mal Brown
was told that some unknown men wearing ski masks had broken into the
athletic dorm and kidnapped a Cross City football player. Nobody knew if it
was a prank or the real thing.
	Chief Brown looked back at Johnny as he talked on the phone. He
knew he was going to have to stop their fuckfest. He was disappointed. The
boy had turned him up as much as he had been turned on in a long
while. Even as he talked, the boy was busy massaging his back and kissing
along his shoulders.
	Johnny heard just enough of the conversation to realize that Rex
Parker was involved. His heart jumped into his throat, but he was not going
to ask the chief any questions that might raise suspicions or lead the
chief to interrogate him just minutes after they had screwed. But Johnny
knew the chief might need the information about his earlier involvements
with Rex Parker. He also wanted to be honest with this man who had loved
him with a special passion.
	Johnny decided he would call the chief early the next morning and
spill his guts about how he had used the alias Johnny Stevens and pretended
to be another man's son. It would embarrass him, but he didn't want the
chief to think he withheld information, after all, he planned to return to
this virile man's bedroom as soon as possible.
	The boy heard the chief say, "I'll be right there." The officer
hung up the phone, returned to the bed and kissed his young lover. "Sorry
Johnny. I've got to go, and I can't leave you here. I'll have to drop you
somewhere."
	The boy leaned into the chief to caress his expansive chest. He
circled the chief's meaty nipples with his thin fingers. He kissed the man
several times. He then reached down to trace the chief's cock slowly with
his index finger. At that point, Chief Brown stopped him before things went
any further. "You'd best get your clothes on, Johnny. We've gotta go."


	8 -- A Quarterback Sneak

	Rex Parker had been taken from his dormitory room, stuffed into the
trunk of a car and driven around for about 30 minutes. The three masked
goons then took him from the trunk and carried him into a house.
	When the blanket was removed from around his face, the young man
blinked several times to make sure that he was conscious. To his shock and
amazement, he knew all three of the large men.
	The man standing to his left and staring down at him was Big John
Sturgis, the father of the Cavaliers second string quarterback and a
political wheeler dealer in the Cross City area. He was also one of the
mainstays around the Cross City boosters club. Bud had heard several people
say that if not for Big John's political power, his son Scott never would
have been offered a football scholarship to play for the Cavaliers.
	The second man, a younger and nice looking black man was Walt's
first cousin, Rudy. He had seen Rudy on several occasions, mostly when Rudy
had come into the dressing room after practice or games.
	But the man on his right was the greatest surprise of all. It was
Don Stevens, the supposed pro scout.
	"Good evening, Rex, how are you, my boy," Big John said flashing a
toothy grin.  Big John looked like a cross between Telly Savalas and
Mr. Clean. He was tall, big muscled and bald with heavy eyebrows. "I hope
you weren't too roughed up in the, shall we say, transportation portion of
our little event tonight." The man's grin turned evil while he awaited
Rex's reply.
 	"What's going on, Mr. Sturgis? Is this some prank that Scott and
Walter have pulled on me?"
	"No prank, Rex. Just a matter of lifting the first string
quarterback so the second string quarterback can get some playing time."
	"What?" Rex exclaimed.
	"Rex, my boy. Very simply, I think my son deserves a chance to be
the hero in the big game. With you out of the way, he should get that
chance."
	"That's ludicrous! Let me go," Rex demanded. Rex turned his head to
the man he knew as Don Stevens and said, "Why are you here? Are you a scout
or not?"
	The man chuckled and replied, "You stupid son-of-a-bitch! That's
right, kid. I'm no pro scout and my name's not Don Stevens. But you sure
fell for it, you stupid shit."
	Big John chuckled, stuck out his large, fatty hand and placed it on
Rex's bare shoulder. The young man was nude except for the blanket that now
rested over his waist. Big John brought his hand down to Rex's chest and
felt the lad's thin blonde curls.  He moved his hand over Rex's bust
several times before Rex demanded, "Don't touch me like that."
	Big John lifted his hand and said, "Rex, I was really hoping it
wouldn't come to this. You see, I thought after you missed those two
practices that Coach Stone would suspend you from the team. By the way, I
was the one who got my friend here and that young boy to seduce you this
afternoon and two days ago. My son said he thought the pro scout thing
would seduce the ego right off of you."
	The large man added, "You're too stupid and horny for your own
good, Rex Parker. Just too horny." He laughed out loud and looked to the
black man in the room who returned an obligatory smile and chuckle.
	Big John interrupted. "Well, it all worked Rex except that
blockhead of a coach decided to still let you play anyhow. Maybe we should
have sent the asshole some pictures of you with the kid."
	Rex was astonished. He found it difficult to comprehend that it
meant this much to Big John to see his son play. He also felt cheapened
knowing that the man and boy had hustled him; in fact, it cheapened the
fantastic sex Rex recalled having enjoyed with the boy.
	"Who was the kid?" Rex asked. "Guess I should've known he couldn't
have been your son. He was too cute to have come from your fat, ugly
loins."
	The man took a quick step forward and grabbed Rex tightly by the
throat. He was about to hurt the young man before Big John grabbed him by
the arm.  "Leave him alone. Our orders are to make sure we don't physically
hurt him."
	Turning to Rex, Big John said, "I don't know who the kid was. Just
some little hustler runaway from the wrong side of the tracks. He needed to
make a few bucks and told us his middle name was Stevens, so we took it
from there. My son and Walt said you'd go for the small, petite type just
as long as he made you feel worshipped."
	Upon recovering from the choke hold the large man had put on him,
Rex said, "Mr. Sturgis, you can't keep me like this. Regardless of your
political power around here, you can't get away with this."
	"But I think I can, Rex. I have other help. You must remember that
some important townspeople don't want to see the Cavaliers win the big
game. What I have worked out is a win-win situation for all of us. Either
the Cavaliers win and my son becomes the local hero or they lose and other
purposes are served such as the town having a good reason to fire that
asshole of a coach."
	Big John stepped closer to Rex, again surveying the boy's body. He
nodded to the young black man and said, "I think it's time we secure him to
the bed. No need to give him a chance to run out on us."
	Immediately, the three men grabbed Rex again and carried him to a
nearby bed. Rex noticed how richly decorated the room was as the trio tied
him. Rex's wrists were tied to the headboard, with his ankles tied to a
bedpost at each end. One of the three drew the blanket completely away from
the boy's body, leaving the young quarterback uncovered and naked.
	He watched intently as Big John approached him again. The large man
ran his hands up Rex's left side, over his breast and then back down to his
stomach. He rested his hand there, looked down at Rex's fully exposed
privates. He said, "My, my, my. You are an attractive young man,
Mr. Parker. Nice and attractive." He reached down and grabbed Rex's flaccid
cock. He examined it before beginning to rub it. He smiled as he felt the
dick reacting in his hand.
	"Please stop. I don't want you touching me," Rex said.
	"But I think you do, Rex. I think you do. Your fine dick is warming
up for me. See?"
	Big John continued stroking the youthful cock. He moved around on
the bed to take Rex's balls in his free hand. He caressed the boy's
privates until the dick pulsed and throbbed into a full hard on.
	"Please don't," Rex mumbled. But his request went unheard. He felt
one of Big John's hand leave his nuts and begin to caress his stomach and
chest. He felt the older man's fingers pinching at his left nipple. With
his other hand, the powerful man continued stroking the young man's
erection. Rex noticed how the older man seem to really enjoy discovering
the various parts of his body. He wished his cock had not grown so hard
under the man's stimulation.
	"Oh yes, Rex. Oh yes, this is fine, real fine. The general will be
very pleased."
	Again surprised, Rex asked, "The general? General who?"
	"General Berrigan, Rex. I'm sure the two of you have met. This is
his mansion that you're in. I'm sure he will be in here any minute now to
inspect the merchandise."
	At that point, Rex continued feeling Big John's rough hand working
at his cock. His dick offered its pre-cum as a lubricant, making it easier
and more enjoyable for Big John's hand to manipulate the hammer. With his
other hand, Big John left the boy's chest to push the boy's tied legs a
little further apart. The older man then worked his middle finger into
Rex's ass. A wicked smile crossed his face as Rex yelped.
	"Yeah, Rex, you like getting screwed, don't you? Scott said you
were a male slut. Just a regular whore," Big John said. Rex did not reply,
but tried twisting so Big John could not so easily jack his cock or finger
fuck his butt. "I bet this ass could take my whole fist. Could it, Rex?"
	"Please, Mr. Sturgis. I've done nothing to you. Please don't hurt
me," the quarterback said as he strained against the ropes. Big John
smiled, withdrew his finger from the young man's butt and then offered it
to Rex.
	"Lick it, Rex. Lick my finger." Rex refused, but in a total sign of
disrespect Big John wiped the finger over the boy's lips. "Such a slut,
Parker. Just as my boy said, you are one big slut."
	At that point, the doors opened and in walked General Berrigan. He
grinned, showing that evil spark in his face, and moved over to look at the
naked quarterback. He reached down to caress Rex's muscular leg with its
sexy blond hairs.
  	"You men are excused now," the general said to the young black man
and the older man who had pretended to be the pro scout. After the two had
left the room, the general said, "John, at first, I really didn't want you
bringing the boy here, but on second look, I'm sure glad you did."
	"You're welcome, sir," Big John said in a way that seemed like he
was kissing ass.
	"I had so much going on in the other room," the general said,
"until I just didn't know if this interested me. But now that I see
Mr. Parker so bareassed naked and all..."  The general stopped. With Rex
watching his every move, the general took off his blue robe, pushed himself
at Rex's naked frame and covered Rex with his own bare body. The general
kissed at the boy's neck while grinding their crotches together. He reached
down and placed his longer cock next to Rex's thicker one. The heat from
the athlete's stimulated loins was tremendous, bringing an immediate
erection to the general's cock.
	"Oh yes, Mr. Parker, you are so damn cute. Such a stud, and I
understand quite a lover." The general scooted down quickly to take Rex's
hard cock into this mouth. The meat felt great, its slit yielded the young
man's internal taste. The general licked, sucked and chewed up and down on
the swelling stalk.
	At that point, Big John stripped off his clothes. He straddled
Rex's neck and began rubbing his hardening dick and zesty balls over the
captured boy's face.
	"Please stop this; I don't want you touching me," Rex said to Big
John in particular, but also hoping the general would get the
message. Instead, Big John took his hefty sausage at its base, raised his
ass and placed his cock so he could rub it over the quarterback's moist
lips. Rex felt Big John's uncut cock at his mouth while also unconsciously
feeding his own dick into the general's greedy orifice. He felt the general
sucking his dick and massaging his nuts with deep precision. Even though he
was sexually exhausted, he knew the man was expert enough to bring him off.
	"Yeah, he's getting worked up; he'll be wanting my cock down his
throat any second now," Big John said in a labored voice, his cock
pulsating, its head and slit sliding over Rex's wet lips. "Yeah, oh yeah,
just like my son said, you are one big slut!"
	Rex raised his hips to offer the general all of his bloated, lusty
stalk. He needed to come again and decided to let the general have him. He
hoped to win favor with the man. At the same time, Big John's nasty crotch
continued to beat at his face, almost smothering him, yet he did not want
to take the beefy man's prick. He felt the general squeeze his balls,
drawing the beads of liquid pearl from his cockhead. Orgasmic charges
captured his body, sending those now familiar sparks from his balls to his
belly and other parts.
	"Aaawwwgghhh, aaawwwggghhh, I'm coming, I'm coming right now," Rex
said as he gave his cock juices to the general. The general sucked down
tight on his cock, taking all of his semen. It was a light load, obviously
the day's activities had drained him.
	Unable to convince Rex to take his cock, Big John satisfied himself
by jacking his inflated meat with his hand while swinging his balls across
Rex's upturned face. When Rex screamed and moaned from his own orgasmic
jolts, Big John stuck his balls into the edges of the boy's mouth.
	Within seconds, Big John fired his own raging load straight down
into the boy's face. Rex felt the warm juices hitting his cheeks, chin and
forehead. He could not avoid the creamy raindrops from striking his eyes
and even finding his tongue and mouth.
	"Yeah, he likes it, the slut likes feeling my cum all over that
pretty face," Big John said. The general did not pay any attention, instead
he kissed Rex's thighs and lower legs with fondness. He liked the feel of
the quarterback's lower body and now wished he had taken the boy to himself
without Big John's company.
	The general felt his own cock standing tall. Rex's hairy leg was
used to stimulate the sexy stalk and to get it ready for the boy's fine,
hot ass. But when the general asked Big John to move off the boy, he heard
screaming in the hallway and knew that his in-house goons and the butler
were upset at something.
	The general and Big John heard the doors fling open to their
playroom. They looked up to see Jamie Andrews standing in the doorway,
surrounded by three dumb-looking bodyguard types.
	"Ohmygad, you're all naked, and that's Rex there," the wide
receiver said. "What's going on? Who's fucking whom here?"
	The general lost his temper. Turning to the butler and the goons,
the general roared. "Damn it! You royal fuck ups! That boy wasn't suppose
to know about this. You stupid shits! I'll dock all of your pay."
	"We're most sorry, general," James, the butler, said. "He just got
loose. We were afraid he would leave."
	Again, Jamie asked, "What's going on here? Why is Rex tied up?"
	"I've been kidnapped," Rex said immediately.
	"Kidnapped? That's crazy," Jamie said.
	"Yes it is," the general agreed. "What's going on here is not
kidnapping. Rex is just staying with us a while. Until, after the big
game."
	"What?" Jamie exclaimed.
	"You heard me correctly, Jamie. And I'm afraid now that you will
have to remain with us longer than planned."
	Big John immediately thought of his son, Scott, and how much Scott
would need Jamie playing in the game if the Cavaliers were to win. He tried
protesting to the general, but Oscar Berrigan replied, "Jamie isn't getting
the chance to ruin things. And as I told you in the beginning of our plan,
John, the most important thing is for Cross City to lose this game. I'll
help you make sure that Rex Parker isn't the quarterback, but your boy
Scott is totally on his own if he thinks he can become the new town hero."
	"But you'll make him the town goat instead," Big John said.
	"No, if he's the quarterback and stud boy that his daddy says he
is, he'll pull it out for himself. Otherwise, I think you protest too much,
Daddy John. H