Straight cop… Cruising for men…
Young Patrolman Sam Avery is straight, with a hot girlfriend, who can't get enough of his hard body. Everything is perfect…except for Sam's smoldering desire for another man.
Suppressed passions flare when Sam picks up a gay hustler and burst into flame with an ex-Marine stud who's ready, willing, and able to fulfill all of Sam's man-on-man fantasies.
What will Sam do, now that a hunky guy has turned him every which way but loose?
The over-sexed prologue to Bi-Cops.
Room B-117 was on the ground floor of the left building. Sam opened the door, reached into the darkness, and flipped a switch. Lights came on and he stepped into a small shabby room with worn shag carpet and curtains that looked like burlap bags.
Pete followed him, pushing the door shut, shaking it in the frame to make sure it was closed, then turning the deadbolt.
Pete and Sam stood still, looking each other over. Sam was 6' tall and weighed 200 pounds, with blue eyes, short brown hair, and a weightlifter's build.
In the light, Pete looked smaller and more Mexican than he had in the car, four inches shorter and 60 pounds lighter than Sam, with light olive skin, brown eyes, and thick combed-back black hair. A few silky-fine hairs on his upper lip formed an almost-invisible mustache. Despite his small size, he showed a wiry strength and a fighter's grace. Animal cunning lurked behind his dark eyes. A long-time street kid.
Pete kicked off his sneakers, stripped off his skimpy tank top, then unzipped his skin-tight blue jean cutoffs, pushed them down around his ankles, and stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing any underwear. The boy's uncut cock and balls were darker than the rest of his skin, growing out of a thick black bush. "What now?" he asked. "You didn't pay 60 bucks to look at me."
Sam wrapped his hand around Pete's cock, stroking his shaft and gripping his foreskin with his thumb and index finger, rubbing the fleshy hood over his cock-head. This was the first time he'd touched another man's hard cock. It felt even better than he'd imagined.
Pete put his hand on Sam's crotch, rubbing his swollen prick through the stretched cloth. "Gonna suck me?"
Sam stared at Pete's hard-on, imagining that stiff tool in his mouth, throbbing and squirting pulses of hot cum. It excited him but was just too…queer.
"No." Sam unfastened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. He'd gone commando and his hard cock rose proudly from his shaved crotch. It was an inch longer and much thicker than Pete's tool, with a flaring mushroom-shaped head. "I'm gonna fuck your ass."
"Oh yeah," Pete said. "How do you want me?"
Sam pointed to the bed. He'd fantasized about this, usually while watching gay porn on the Internet and jacking off, but sometimes while fucking his girlfriend. "On your back. With that hot ass up in the air."
Pete lay on the bed with his legs open and his feet flat on the mattress. Sam picked up the little squeeze bottle and knelt between Pete's raised knees. He spread a thick line of lube along his index finger, then pressed his finger between Pete's buttocks. He felt around for a moment before finding the hole, then slid smoothly inside.
Pete's stiff cock jerked violently. "Oh fuck!"
"You like that?" Sam pulled his finger out, applied more lube, then slid it back up Pete's butt.
"Oh Jesus!" Pete's asshole clamped Sam's finger. "Fuck me. Good and hard. Now!" Sam pulled his finger out. Pete folded his legs against his chest, lifting his ass and spreading his butt cheeks.
Sam smeared lube over his stiff pole, pushed his flaring cock-head into the center of Pete's puckered brown asshole, and pressed forward. He was super-tight. Sam inched forward, gradually stretching Pete's asshole. Pete's ass muscles suddenly relaxed and Sam's cock slid smoothly up his butt.
Sam stopped with his balls pressed against Pete's buttocks. He finally had his dick up an asshole. It felt great, like the first time he'd fucked a girl. Maybe better.
"Wow!" Pete was grinning. "That's a fucking great cock!"
Sam held still. The kid's asshole felt like a pussy, but way hotter and tighter. "And you've got a fucking great ass." He wrapped his hand around Pete's stiff cock, smearing it with lubricant.
"Then fuck it!"
Sam pulled out slowly, staring at his thick shaft emerging from the kid's asshole, followed by his swollen cock-head.
He stopped with the tip of his cock-head barely kissing Pete's puckered hole, then pushed back inside. Pete gasped and his stiff cock jerked. Sam paused briefly, then pulled out and rammed Pete's ass again.
After taking a few single thrusts, Sam fucked Pete steadily, pulling almost out, then driving home.
"Madre María!" Pete gasped, stroking his hard cock in time with Sam's driving rod. "Fuckin' Jesus, that's good!"
Sam was bent forward, with his face a foot from Pete's, looking into his liquid brown eyes, wanting to kiss his lush lips but holding back. Like sucking cock, that was just too queer.
Sam grabbed Pete's ankles and pushed them outward and away, spreading the boy's legs like wheelbarrow handles.
"Oh! Fuck" Pete jacked his hard cock as Sam rocked his spread legs in a long arc, slamming his ass hard enough to shake the flimsy bed.
"I'm getting close!" Sam gasped.
"Come on," Pete said. "Shoot that big gun. Up my butt."
Sam came, firing a long pulse of cum up Pete's ass. He pulled back, rammed Pete again, and fired another hot shot. Then another, while Pete sprayed thick juice on his chest and belly.
Sam let go of Pete's ankles. He lowered his feet to the mattress, keeping Sam's cock deep in his ass.
Once again, Sam wanted to kiss Pete's lush lips, run his fingers through that thick black hair…
This book was added to our catalog on Saturday 22 July, 2017.