Jack Black, superstud assfucker, sat naked and hard-cocked in his dark green Porche 911 convertible, roaring down the deserted Arizona highway at about 90 miles per hour.He loved being naked at any time--totally bare-assed naked so he could stroke and play with his 9 inch stiff standing fuck stick--but he got a special sexual high out of driving his convertible naked. He remembered fanfuckingtastic adventures with truckers who became fuckers after looking down on his broad shoulders, big tits on strong pecs, washboard abs, and suckable cock. Jack had a body like a Greek god and the sexual insatiability of a horny satyr. He was a gorgeous fuck machine--he knew it--who loved showing his hard body and hard cock, and turning on men and women--and giving his body to the right men. He teased the women and fucked the men. He glanced down at his stiff standing prick with the purple plum-sized cockhead touching the leather wrapped steering wheel. The least motion on the wheel caressed his cockhead. But the precum oozing out of his piss slit was occurring from memories of this morning's encounter with a hunky bellman at his hotel.
Jack's favorite clothing (when he had to wear any at all) was tight white shorts cut ass high worn with a brightly colored tank top with a racing back and deep cut armholes which showed off his pecs and shoulders. So dressed, he had breakfast in the hotel dining room. Walking out he noticed the cute bellman by the door. He was about 20 and Hispanic with rich, dark skin, black eyes and hair, showing very white teeth in his pleasant smile, and a droopy black mustache on his upper lip. He was a very attractive package with a firm ass tightly encased in his bellman's uniform. Jack stopped by the news kiosk to get a paper. Through the mirror in front of him, he observed that he was getting an appreciative once-over by the cute bellman. That was not unusual for Jack, but he stood there a minute longer than was really necessary and clinched his buttocks a couple of times, making the tight shorts move on his ass. In the mirror, he watched the bellman watch him and flick his tongue out and run over his upper lip whenever Jack clenched his ass. The bellman really was cute.
Jack turned, walked over, and asked in he could come up to his room in about 5 minutes and take his bag down to the car. Traveling with only one lightweight hanging bag, Jack would have had no difficulty transporting it. "But what the hell," he thought. "Let's get the boy in the room and let him sample the ass he was licking his lips over." In his room, Jack peeled off his tank top and stepped out of his shorts and sockless topsides, leaving him completely naked-- Jack never wore underwear. He was standing by the sofa when the boy knocked and said "Bellman". Jack replied, "It's unlocked. Come on in." The boy opened the door, walked in, and stopped in shock at seeing the naked god standing there with a nine inch hard-on. He licked his lips, and Jack said, "Come here and do something useful with that tongue. Put it to this fuckstick and give it hell." That was all the invitation the boy needed. He grabbed his own crotch, stepped forward, knelt in front of Jack's prick, and began licking his cockhead, then the stem, and finally his balls. He held Jack's cock with his right hand and rubbed his own cock with his left hand. Jack said, "Those pants seem to be getting a little tight in the crotch. Take them off and let's see what you've got down there." The boy quickly complied, taking off not only his pants and bikini briefs, but his shirt and jacket as well.
He and Jack were both beautifully naked and stiff pricked together. Jack reached down and frigged the boy's cock, measuring its length against his own big boner. It was not as long, but still a fine piece of man meat which Jack wanted to have up his ass. Jack sat down on the sofa with his legs spread and the boy crouched between them. He immediately placed his mouth over the big plum head of Jack's cock, sucking it in while his educated tongue laved the piss slit, savoring the precum juice oozing out of it. The kid was an accomplished cock sucker, showing both experience and finesse. Jack relaxed and let him take over. He knew just what to do and obviously enjoyed doing it, especially on such a fuckstick as he had in his mouth now. After his tongue worked the cockhead, he eased the stem further and further into his mouth, and then into his throat until all nine inches were inside him and his moustache was brushing the hair at the base of Jack's cock.
He was applying suction like a vacuum cleaner. His fingers were also at work, squeezing Jack's balls and inching up Jack's asscrack and into his asshole. Jack shifted forward on the sofa to give him better access to his asshole and was enjoying the finger fucking of his asshole while his cock juice was being vacuumed out. He felt the jizz start to rise from his balls, rising up like a volcanic eruption through the cock stem, and erupting out the cockhead into the boy's throat. He kept finger fucking, sucking, and gulping Jack's ball juice. When Jack's spent cock softened, he took his mouth away and said, "I want to fuck your ass." Jack replied, "What the fuck are you waiting for. Do it." He lifted his legs onto the boy's shoulders who immediately positioned his precum slicked cock at the asshole whose opening he had been preparing with his fingers. It slid in easily and he moved forward until he was impaling Jack completely. His cock was completely buried within Jack when he started rocking back and forth, in and out, gently, and then harder and harder.
Jack was reliving his morning fuck, enjoying speed and the wind from the open convertible on his stiff-pricked naked body, but was suddenly jolted back to the present and reality by a siren and a flashing blue light reflected from his rear view mirror. "Shit! Where the fuck did that cocksucking cop come from?" The cop car was right on his rear bumper. He began slowing down and realized that he would have no opportunity to slip into his shorts on the seat beside him. An indecency charge as well as a speeding ticket?
He always kept a towel on the seat beside him for emergencies such as this, and with one hand pulled it over and draped it over his midsection. If he could manage to stay in the car, he might be OK. Unfortunately, his hard-on remained, poking the towel up like a circus tent supported by a big pole. He pulled over onto the roadside, stopped, and looked back as the cop pulled up behind him and got out of his car. He was about 230 pounds of solid cop muscle in a well tailored and tight fitting khaki uniform with a revolver in a black leather holster hanging on his hip, western style. He was also wearing Ray- Ban mirrored aviation style sunglasses which made him look threatening. Despite his situation, Jack felt a quiver of desire for a bout of fucking with this stud. The cop strolled up to the Porche, looked it over appreciatively, looked Jack over appreciatively, and drawled, "What's your hurry, Sport?" Standing beside the low slung car, he looked directly down into Jack's lap and observed something sticking up between his legs and lightly covered by the towel. He took a half step back, put his hand on the gun in the holster, and said, "What are you holding between your legs? Are you hiding a gun down there. Remove the towel very slowly and don't try to grab for anything. I can shoot you before you can shoot me." Jack followed directions, slowly removing the towel and allowing his stiff prick to spring to attention in full cop view.
The cop relaxed, laughed, released the hold on his pistol, and said, "Sport, you do have a gun down there. I wouldn't mind getting shot with that gun." He reached down, cupped his hand around it, teased the cockhead, and then frigged it up and down a few times. Jack grinned with pleasure. The cop said, "I can book you for speeding and indecent exposure, or we can work out the problem with a little more indecency. I'd like some of that cock, and maybe some of your ass also. Do you want a ticket or do you want to play?" Jack grinned and said, "I think I'd like some of what you've got also. Let's fuck." The cop said, "There's an abandoned house on a turn-off about two miles up the road. Follow me up there--and don't let that hard- on go down before I get a whack at it." It was a short drive to the turn-off which they did at moderate speed.
Jack noticed the cop using his radio as they turned off the road, and proceeded about a mile on a dirt road to the house site. Jack sat in his car and watched the cop remove his shirt before stepping out of his car. He went around to the trunk and removed a sleeping bag and laid it on the ground near the front wheel of his car. He leaned back on the fender, still wearing those mirrored Ray-Bans, squared his broad shirtless shoulders and said "Come here, cocksucker." Jack stepped out of his car, naked, with his stiff prick bouncing in front of him as he walked over to the sleeping bag in front of the cop. He saw that the cop had both nipples pierced with short straight rods going through horizontally and capped at each end with a button, rather like a miniature dumbbell. The cop commanded, "Lick those tits." Jack complied, relishing playing his tongue on those tits and dumbbells. "Go on down." Jack licked down over the washboard abs and flat belly, following a trail of hair which disappeared into the trousers, promising more hidden treasures below.
The cop was rubbing his hands over Jack's back and reaching around to tweak his erect nipples. "Pull my zipper down with your teeth." Jack complied and could feel a sizable prick fully erect hidden behind the khaki cloth. "Work my cock out with your tongue." Jack pushed his tongue inside the fly and was pleased to discover that the cop wore no underwear. There was nothing behind that zipper but cop cock. He tried to remove it with his tongue, but the cock was so big and so hard he couldn't management it. After a few minutes of fruitless but pleasurable trying, the cop reached down and undid his belt buckle and top button and pushed the pants down below his knees. Jack immediately liked the boner that popped up and sucked it into his mouth. He also liked the steel cock ring which encircled the balls and base of the cock, making it stand out even further. He liked the thought of this cop stud with pierced nipples and steel cock ring worn while on duty. Although enjoying his expert cocksucking, the cop pushed him away in order to remove his pants-- which first required removing his cowboy boots. He put the boots back on and was standing there naked except for cowboy boots and mirrored sunglasses. His prick was not as long as Jack's nine- incher, but was bigger around. It was a delightful handful or mouthful.
The lay down on the sleeping bag in a sideways 69 position so each could enjoy the other's big fuckstick, first in fondling and frigging, and finally in mutual cocksucking. Each man's hand moved up the other man's ass crack and began exploring his asshole. Both men soon enriched the other's mouth with an ample burst of man cream but continued their 69 cocksucking and tongue/cock playing. They were having too much fun to stop! Jack heard a vehicle approaching and looked up to see a pick-up truck pulling into the area. The cop released Jack's cock long enough to say "Relax, Sport. I called my deputy sheriff fuck buddy on my radio and invited him to join our hot cum action. That's just him, ready to fuck ass." Then he went back to sucking on Jack's reinvigorated cock. The truck parked near them with the driver watching the show for a couple of minutes before he got out. Jack was using his hand on the cop's cock so he could watch what was coming out of the truck.
The man who stepped out was tall, slim, and wiry muscular, with a hard ass tightly crammed into skin-tight jeans. He wore a western shirt with the sleeves cut out at the shoulders and a deputy sheriff's star pinned over his left tit. The shirt was mostly unbuttoned. He had a sexy looking stubble of beard, like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. And sticking straight out from his unbuttoned jeans was a thin uncut cock even longer than Jack's.
It looked like a knight's lance probing in front of him. He gave Jack a crooked grin when he saw Jack give his cock a satisfied appraisal. He drawled, "Hope you like this cock, son, cause you're gonna get to use it." "Son!" thought Jack. "The fucker can't be much older than I am." He removed his shirt, and then his cowboy boots so he could pry off those jeans that looked they were painted on him. Again, Jack noted, no underwear. He put his boots back on--a wiry naked man in cowboy boots with an incredibly long cock bouncing straight out in front of him. He slapped the cop on his naked ass and said "Enough of this horseshit. Let's get to some real fucking. I want the asshole of the hot fuckbait with the supersized dong." To signify his willingness to play, Jack rolled onto his back, pulled his asscheeks apart and lifted his legs into the air. The deputy squatted down between Jack's legs, ran his hand over Jack's cock, squeezed his balls, and probed his asshole with his middle finger--his fuck finger. Jack said, "Eat my ass, stud. Put those bearded cheeks between my ass cheeks and rim my asshole with your ass licking tongue. Stick it in. Fuck my asshole with your tongue, which I hope is as long as that motherfucking man juicer between your legs. Then when my hole is slick with your spit, ram that fuckstick inside me and fill me with your fuck juice." "Best offer I've had all day," the deputy replied. He buried his cheeks in Jack's ass crack, with his stubble scratching against Jack's ass while his tongue--and it was long--licked at his ass rim and probed his asshole.
The cop was standing astride Jack, watching the rimming, frigging his own hard tool and muttering "Yeah, man. Eat that ass." "Fuck me," Jack said. "Fuck me hard. Stick that long hard cock as far up me as it will go. I want a real fuck." "A real man's fuck is just what you are going to get from this man-fucker," the deputy said. The cop said, "Let me make it slick for you," and sucked the deputy's prick into his mouth, giving him head by sliding his mouth up and down the stiff pole. The deputy then positioned himself at Jack's ass, but Jack reached down and put his hand around the long prick about to ram into him. He frigged it a couple of times, fell how stiff it was and how slick it was from precum and the cop's sucking. "Fuck me," he said. "Fuck me now and fuck me deep." With Jack's legs over his shoulders, he plunged his long wand into Jack's ass, pushing it deeper and deeper in till his belly was pressed against Jack's ass cheeks. Jack had taken in bigger cocks, but he couldn't remember ever having had one which was longer. He loved the feeling of having it piercing so deeply into his gut. The deputy began humping him slowly at first and then with more force. The cop now was knealing down beside Jack with his head virtually in Jack's crotch, watching the long skinny prick slip in and out of Jack's asshole. Suddenly, he placed his mouth over Jack's stiff standing cock and sucked it completely in. Jack moaned with pleasure. A super long cock was pounding up his ass and a superb cocksucker was eating his meat. He reached out and took the cop's prick in his hand and began frigging it. Jack floated on waves of sexual pleasure-- fucking, sucking, and frigging occurring simultaneously. When the deputy fired his load inside Jack's ass, Jack fired his load inside the cop's mouth. Hot cum spurted from both men. Neither the deputy or the cop withdrew from Jack's sexual equipment immediately, but remained, savoring the cum explosions.
The cop was the first to move. "Both you studs got your goddam rocks off but I've still got a fucking hard-on. I want some fucking action for me." Jack scrambled up and off of the sleeping bag as the burly cop pushed the deputy down onto the bag. His head and forearms were on the sleeping bag with his ass sticking up in the air. The cop mounted him, doggy style, pushing his hard cock up the deputy's ass and started rocking in and out of him. Both were moaning and yelling fuck noises, completely oblivious to anything around them. Jack decided that while they were so occupied in this noisy and all-consuming fuck that this was a good time to make a quiet but hasty departure. He slipped naked into his Porche, stepping over the low door instead of making a noise opening and closing it. He was thankful for the quietness of the car as the motor purred into operation and eased the car silently away. He looked back to see the naked cop, still wearing his Ray-Bans and boots, driving his cock into the equally naked deputy; both of them so engrossed in their fuck that they were unaware of Jack's departure. Knowing that both the patroling state cop and the patroling deputy sheriff were happily fucking each other, Jack hit the highway and lifted the speed of the Porche to over 100 miles an hour. By the time the two lawmen realized he was gone, he would be too far away to catch. Bare assed naked, Jack cruised on toward Santa Fe, the thought of which lifted his superprick to full erection again.
Jack's favorite clothing (when he had to wear any at all) was tight white shorts cut ass high worn with a brightly colored tank top with a racing back and deep cut armholes which showed off his pecs and shoulders. So dressed, he had breakfast in the hotel dining room. Walking out he noticed the cute bellman by the door. He was about 20 and Hispanic with rich, dark skin, black eyes and hair, showing very white teeth in his pleasant smile, and a droopy black mustache on his upper lip. He was a very attractive package with a firm ass tightly encased in his bellman's uniform. Jack stopped by the news kiosk to get a paper. Through the mirror in front of him, he observed that he was getting an appreciative once-over by the cute bellman. That was not unusual for Jack, but he stood there a minute longer than was really necessary and clinched his buttocks a couple of times, making the tight shorts move on his ass. In the mirror, he watched the bellman watch him and flick his tongue out and run over his upper lip whenever Jack clenched his ass. The bellman really was cute.
Jack turned, walked over, and asked in he could come up to his room in about 5 minutes and take his bag down to the car. Traveling with only one lightweight hanging bag, Jack would have had no difficulty transporting it. "But what the hell," he thought. "Let's get the boy in the room and let him sample the ass he was licking his lips over." In his room, Jack peeled off his tank top and stepped out of his shorts and sockless topsides, leaving him completely naked-- Jack never wore underwear. He was standing by the sofa when the boy knocked and said "Bellman". Jack replied, "It's unlocked. Come on in." The boy opened the door, walked in, and stopped in shock at seeing the naked god standing there with a nine inch hard-on. He licked his lips, and Jack said, "Come here and do something useful with that tongue. Put it to this fuckstick and give it hell." That was all the invitation the boy needed. He grabbed his own crotch, stepped forward, knelt in front of Jack's prick, and began licking his cockhead, then the stem, and finally his balls. He held Jack's cock with his right hand and rubbed his own cock with his left hand. Jack said, "Those pants seem to be getting a little tight in the crotch. Take them off and let's see what you've got down there." The boy quickly complied, taking off not only his pants and bikini briefs, but his shirt and jacket as well.
He and Jack were both beautifully naked and stiff pricked together. Jack reached down and frigged the boy's cock, measuring its length against his own big boner. It was not as long, but still a fine piece of man meat which Jack wanted to have up his ass. Jack sat down on the sofa with his legs spread and the boy crouched between them. He immediately placed his mouth over the big plum head of Jack's cock, sucking it in while his educated tongue laved the piss slit, savoring the precum juice oozing out of it. The kid was an accomplished cock sucker, showing both experience and finesse. Jack relaxed and let him take over. He knew just what to do and obviously enjoyed doing it, especially on such a fuckstick as he had in his mouth now. After his tongue worked the cockhead, he eased the stem further and further into his mouth, and then into his throat until all nine inches were inside him and his moustache was brushing the hair at the base of Jack's cock.
He was applying suction like a vacuum cleaner. His fingers were also at work, squeezing Jack's balls and inching up Jack's asscrack and into his asshole. Jack shifted forward on the sofa to give him better access to his asshole and was enjoying the finger fucking of his asshole while his cock juice was being vacuumed out. He felt the jizz start to rise from his balls, rising up like a volcanic eruption through the cock stem, and erupting out the cockhead into the boy's throat. He kept finger fucking, sucking, and gulping Jack's ball juice. When Jack's spent cock softened, he took his mouth away and said, "I want to fuck your ass." Jack replied, "What the fuck are you waiting for. Do it." He lifted his legs onto the boy's shoulders who immediately positioned his precum slicked cock at the asshole whose opening he had been preparing with his fingers. It slid in easily and he moved forward until he was impaling Jack completely. His cock was completely buried within Jack when he started rocking back and forth, in and out, gently, and then harder and harder.
Jack was reliving his morning fuck, enjoying speed and the wind from the open convertible on his stiff-pricked naked body, but was suddenly jolted back to the present and reality by a siren and a flashing blue light reflected from his rear view mirror. "Shit! Where the fuck did that cocksucking cop come from?" The cop car was right on his rear bumper. He began slowing down and realized that he would have no opportunity to slip into his shorts on the seat beside him. An indecency charge as well as a speeding ticket?
He always kept a towel on the seat beside him for emergencies such as this, and with one hand pulled it over and draped it over his midsection. If he could manage to stay in the car, he might be OK. Unfortunately, his hard-on remained, poking the towel up like a circus tent supported by a big pole. He pulled over onto the roadside, stopped, and looked back as the cop pulled up behind him and got out of his car. He was about 230 pounds of solid cop muscle in a well tailored and tight fitting khaki uniform with a revolver in a black leather holster hanging on his hip, western style. He was also wearing Ray- Ban mirrored aviation style sunglasses which made him look threatening. Despite his situation, Jack felt a quiver of desire for a bout of fucking with this stud. The cop strolled up to the Porche, looked it over appreciatively, looked Jack over appreciatively, and drawled, "What's your hurry, Sport?" Standing beside the low slung car, he looked directly down into Jack's lap and observed something sticking up between his legs and lightly covered by the towel. He took a half step back, put his hand on the gun in the holster, and said, "What are you holding between your legs? Are you hiding a gun down there. Remove the towel very slowly and don't try to grab for anything. I can shoot you before you can shoot me." Jack followed directions, slowly removing the towel and allowing his stiff prick to spring to attention in full cop view.
The cop relaxed, laughed, released the hold on his pistol, and said, "Sport, you do have a gun down there. I wouldn't mind getting shot with that gun." He reached down, cupped his hand around it, teased the cockhead, and then frigged it up and down a few times. Jack grinned with pleasure. The cop said, "I can book you for speeding and indecent exposure, or we can work out the problem with a little more indecency. I'd like some of that cock, and maybe some of your ass also. Do you want a ticket or do you want to play?" Jack grinned and said, "I think I'd like some of what you've got also. Let's fuck." The cop said, "There's an abandoned house on a turn-off about two miles up the road. Follow me up there--and don't let that hard- on go down before I get a whack at it." It was a short drive to the turn-off which they did at moderate speed.
Jack noticed the cop using his radio as they turned off the road, and proceeded about a mile on a dirt road to the house site. Jack sat in his car and watched the cop remove his shirt before stepping out of his car. He went around to the trunk and removed a sleeping bag and laid it on the ground near the front wheel of his car. He leaned back on the fender, still wearing those mirrored Ray-Bans, squared his broad shirtless shoulders and said "Come here, cocksucker." Jack stepped out of his car, naked, with his stiff prick bouncing in front of him as he walked over to the sleeping bag in front of the cop. He saw that the cop had both nipples pierced with short straight rods going through horizontally and capped at each end with a button, rather like a miniature dumbbell. The cop commanded, "Lick those tits." Jack complied, relishing playing his tongue on those tits and dumbbells. "Go on down." Jack licked down over the washboard abs and flat belly, following a trail of hair which disappeared into the trousers, promising more hidden treasures below.
The cop was rubbing his hands over Jack's back and reaching around to tweak his erect nipples. "Pull my zipper down with your teeth." Jack complied and could feel a sizable prick fully erect hidden behind the khaki cloth. "Work my cock out with your tongue." Jack pushed his tongue inside the fly and was pleased to discover that the cop wore no underwear. There was nothing behind that zipper but cop cock. He tried to remove it with his tongue, but the cock was so big and so hard he couldn't management it. After a few minutes of fruitless but pleasurable trying, the cop reached down and undid his belt buckle and top button and pushed the pants down below his knees. Jack immediately liked the boner that popped up and sucked it into his mouth. He also liked the steel cock ring which encircled the balls and base of the cock, making it stand out even further. He liked the thought of this cop stud with pierced nipples and steel cock ring worn while on duty. Although enjoying his expert cocksucking, the cop pushed him away in order to remove his pants-- which first required removing his cowboy boots. He put the boots back on and was standing there naked except for cowboy boots and mirrored sunglasses. His prick was not as long as Jack's nine- incher, but was bigger around. It was a delightful handful or mouthful.
The lay down on the sleeping bag in a sideways 69 position so each could enjoy the other's big fuckstick, first in fondling and frigging, and finally in mutual cocksucking. Each man's hand moved up the other man's ass crack and began exploring his asshole. Both men soon enriched the other's mouth with an ample burst of man cream but continued their 69 cocksucking and tongue/cock playing. They were having too much fun to stop! Jack heard a vehicle approaching and looked up to see a pick-up truck pulling into the area. The cop released Jack's cock long enough to say "Relax, Sport. I called my deputy sheriff fuck buddy on my radio and invited him to join our hot cum action. That's just him, ready to fuck ass." Then he went back to sucking on Jack's reinvigorated cock. The truck parked near them with the driver watching the show for a couple of minutes before he got out. Jack was using his hand on the cop's cock so he could watch what was coming out of the truck.
The man who stepped out was tall, slim, and wiry muscular, with a hard ass tightly crammed into skin-tight jeans. He wore a western shirt with the sleeves cut out at the shoulders and a deputy sheriff's star pinned over his left tit. The shirt was mostly unbuttoned. He had a sexy looking stubble of beard, like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. And sticking straight out from his unbuttoned jeans was a thin uncut cock even longer than Jack's.
It looked like a knight's lance probing in front of him. He gave Jack a crooked grin when he saw Jack give his cock a satisfied appraisal. He drawled, "Hope you like this cock, son, cause you're gonna get to use it." "Son!" thought Jack. "The fucker can't be much older than I am." He removed his shirt, and then his cowboy boots so he could pry off those jeans that looked they were painted on him. Again, Jack noted, no underwear. He put his boots back on--a wiry naked man in cowboy boots with an incredibly long cock bouncing straight out in front of him. He slapped the cop on his naked ass and said "Enough of this horseshit. Let's get to some real fucking. I want the asshole of the hot fuckbait with the supersized dong." To signify his willingness to play, Jack rolled onto his back, pulled his asscheeks apart and lifted his legs into the air. The deputy squatted down between Jack's legs, ran his hand over Jack's cock, squeezed his balls, and probed his asshole with his middle finger--his fuck finger. Jack said, "Eat my ass, stud. Put those bearded cheeks between my ass cheeks and rim my asshole with your ass licking tongue. Stick it in. Fuck my asshole with your tongue, which I hope is as long as that motherfucking man juicer between your legs. Then when my hole is slick with your spit, ram that fuckstick inside me and fill me with your fuck juice." "Best offer I've had all day," the deputy replied. He buried his cheeks in Jack's ass crack, with his stubble scratching against Jack's ass while his tongue--and it was long--licked at his ass rim and probed his asshole.
The cop was standing astride Jack, watching the rimming, frigging his own hard tool and muttering "Yeah, man. Eat that ass." "Fuck me," Jack said. "Fuck me hard. Stick that long hard cock as far up me as it will go. I want a real fuck." "A real man's fuck is just what you are going to get from this man-fucker," the deputy said. The cop said, "Let me make it slick for you," and sucked the deputy's prick into his mouth, giving him head by sliding his mouth up and down the stiff pole. The deputy then positioned himself at Jack's ass, but Jack reached down and put his hand around the long prick about to ram into him. He frigged it a couple of times, fell how stiff it was and how slick it was from precum and the cop's sucking. "Fuck me," he said. "Fuck me now and fuck me deep." With Jack's legs over his shoulders, he plunged his long wand into Jack's ass, pushing it deeper and deeper in till his belly was pressed against Jack's ass cheeks. Jack had taken in bigger cocks, but he couldn't remember ever having had one which was longer. He loved the feeling of having it piercing so deeply into his gut. The deputy began humping him slowly at first and then with more force. The cop now was knealing down beside Jack with his head virtually in Jack's crotch, watching the long skinny prick slip in and out of Jack's asshole. Suddenly, he placed his mouth over Jack's stiff standing cock and sucked it completely in. Jack moaned with pleasure. A super long cock was pounding up his ass and a superb cocksucker was eating his meat. He reached out and took the cop's prick in his hand and began frigging it. Jack floated on waves of sexual pleasure-- fucking, sucking, and frigging occurring simultaneously. When the deputy fired his load inside Jack's ass, Jack fired his load inside the cop's mouth. Hot cum spurted from both men. Neither the deputy or the cop withdrew from Jack's sexual equipment immediately, but remained, savoring the cum explosions.
The cop was the first to move. "Both you studs got your goddam rocks off but I've still got a fucking hard-on. I want some fucking action for me." Jack scrambled up and off of the sleeping bag as the burly cop pushed the deputy down onto the bag. His head and forearms were on the sleeping bag with his ass sticking up in the air. The cop mounted him, doggy style, pushing his hard cock up the deputy's ass and started rocking in and out of him. Both were moaning and yelling fuck noises, completely oblivious to anything around them. Jack decided that while they were so occupied in this noisy and all-consuming fuck that this was a good time to make a quiet but hasty departure. He slipped naked into his Porche, stepping over the low door instead of making a noise opening and closing it. He was thankful for the quietness of the car as the motor purred into operation and eased the car silently away. He looked back to see the naked cop, still wearing his Ray-Bans and boots, driving his cock into the equally naked deputy; both of them so engrossed in their fuck that they were unaware of Jack's departure. Knowing that both the patroling state cop and the patroling deputy sheriff were happily fucking each other, Jack hit the highway and lifted the speed of the Porche to over 100 miles an hour. By the time the two lawmen realized he was gone, he would be too far away to catch. Bare assed naked, Jack cruised on toward Santa Fe, the thought of which lifted his superprick to full erection again.
