Very mild authoritarian theme of slight coercion, no spanking/sm, just first time sex with a high school buddy who takes advantage.
Cop's Son =========
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.
Sweet Release -------------
I was holding a copy of a ~Playboy~ magazine in one hand as my
other hand jacked my cock. My mind though was wandering. In Sunday
school the priest had invited some women to talk about ~sex~. The
women had been pretty honest with us and warned us to wait for
marriage and all of that shit. They had also told us about
condoms. I really wanted to try a condom. I wanted to fuck
something. Maybe the pretty girl in the magazine I was reading.
"AHHHH," I gasped as my body arched and I shot a load of cum
onto my chest.
My mom knocked on the door and I quickly covered the sheets over
my body and the magazine as she entered. "Jonnie dad and I are
going to take a week vacation alone to Rhode Island next month, we
are going to have you stay with the Greene's."
I must have allowed my thoughts about the proposed sleeping
arrangements show because my mom scolded me and I quickly said it
would be ok. "Ok if you can tolerate the fact that Mike Greene is
a huge fag," I thought. Not that I was the coolest kid at school,
but I was at least not in the losers and geeks group. Spending a
week living with Mike could easily make my last semester of high
school miserable.
I tried for the, I'm eighteen line, and mom said that when I acted
my age I would be treated it. Admittedly smashing my mom's car in
the snow while showing off some driving tricks my dad had taught
me had made me less than popular around the house since
Thanksgiving. The only reason I escaped serious punishment is that
my dad was just as much in the doghouse for "encouraging" me.
Drop Off --------
We knew the Greene's since forever since Mike's dad and my dad
were both police officers together. My dad seemed oblivious to the
faggot he was leaving me with for a ~whole~ week. Mrs. Greene
greeted me warmly at the door and then waived my parents on their
way.
My dad had threatened to tan my hide if I misbehaved for the
Greenes and I did not doubt that he would follow through on that
threat. Mrs. Greene led me upstairs to Mike's room which I would
be sharing. Mike had a trundle bed of sorts where an extra bed
rolled out from under the bed and then popped up to regular
height.
Mrs. Greene had already moved the extra bed about a foot from the
edge of Mike's bed. Mike was at his desk working on homework and
barely grunted at me. He and I had not been friendly since high
school--especially after Mike came out as a huge faggot.
"Lights out at nine," Mrs. Greene said as she stepped out and shut
the door.
I flopped my stuff down and tried to lay down on the bed to
decompress. Mike snickered and I had to fight my impulse to deck
him. He turned around and asked if there was anything I needed.
"Yeah, to get this bed further away from you," I said.
"What are you so afraid of Jonnie?"
"Faggot," I responded.
"Big mouth, but aren't you just afraid you might like it?"
"Shut the fuck up Mike before I deck you," I said.
Mike laughed at me, got up and then flopped down on his bed right
next to me. "We used to be best buddies like our dads," Mike said,
"then you just stopped talking to me one day."
"Well you changed."
"I haven't changed," Mike responded, "but you turned into quite
the homophobe." He then walked out leaving the door open and
headed to the bathroom.
He came back wearing just white briefs and I guess my eyes must
have wandered, but he was too polite to say anything. He plopped
down onto his bed and picked up a copy of "The Grapes of Wrath"
which our English classes were reading.
I decided to head to the bathroom and clean myself up as well. By
the time I finished in the bathroom it was already eight fifty as
I walked out of the bathroom wearing boxers and Mrs. Greene
stopped me in the hallway. "Jonnie, boys wear briefs to sleep."
I tried to explain I did not own any briefs but Mrs. Greene simply
walked me to Mike's bedroom and handed me a pair of his briefs
saying "put these on."
She walked out shutting the door and I was stuck having to strip
in front of Mike and put on his briefs. He watched me like a hawk,
savoring my discomfort. "Faggot," I muttered as I changed and got
the briefs on.
Sleep -----
Mrs. Greene came back in at nine-on-the-dot and checked on us and
turned off the light with the admonition not to be talking or
making noise and to go straight to sleep. Like I had anything to
say to Mike any more.
As soon as she shut the door Mike whispered, "so you want to see
what it is like to have your cock sucked?"
"Shut the fuck up faggot," I said, but the idea had been planted.
I was still a virgin and the idea of anyone, even a fag like Mike
sucking my dick had a certain appeal.
"What you afraid of, having your cock sucked won't make you a
fag," he continued.
"SHUT UP," I said loudly. Mr. Greene knocked on the door and
reminded us to quiet down and that he better not have to come in
there.
Eighteen and I felt like I was twelve again.
"We used to sleep together on trips, remember," Mike kept it up,
"just let me suck your dick."
I swung out my hand towards his bed, but his hand caught my fist
and he grabbed my fist and kissed it. Mike quickly maneuvered
across the narrow gap between the beds and was on top of me,
pinning me down.
Blowjob -------
When I started trying to shout, Mike began to choke me until I stopped
making sounds. "Quiet down," he whispered, "if my parents come in
I will tell them you insulted me and I guarantee that my dad will whip
your ass."
I stopped trying to talk and decided to let Mike suck me off. Mike
kept one hand tightly around my throat and used his other hand
to slide my briefs down. I noticed his cock was hard against my
chest and I was a bit revolted but then noticed that, perhaps
from fear, I was a bit erect myself.
Mike slid down my body and wrapped his lips around my semi-erect
shaft. The sensation was intense as Mike's plump lips wrapped
around my sensitive mushroom cap. I was scarred as all fuck that
Mike's dad would walk in and of what Mike was doing. But, I just
lay there like a frozen log as my faggot best friend began to
deliver an extended blow job.
Mike's tongue ran up and down my shaft as it expanded to full
length. "MMM," I moaned slightly and Mike paused. "Keep it up
faggot," I said softly.
Mike smiled broadly and returned to work.
The sensations from receiving my first blow job was intense and
Mike knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue flicked the
sensitive skin right between the shaft and my mushroom cap
repeatedly and he had me moaning softly.
Mike then switched his attentions to sucking my testicles. He got
both balls into his mouth and swirled them around with his tongue.
I had never imagined someone sucking my balls and it felt really
good. I was cooing appreciatively as he returned to a full
deep-throat offensive on my erect shaft.
"Mike," I kept saying as he sucked harder and harder on my cock.
I found myself suddenly arching and then releasing a load of my
spunk into Mike's waiting mouth. My entire body was incredibly
sensitive and Mike slid back up me and kissed me on the lips. I
could taste my cum on his tongue and had no resistance as he
rubbed his erect cock on my sensitive tummy. He slid his belly up
and down to let his erect cock rub against my belly. I struggled
not to laugh since I was still extremely sensitive. Then his cock
exploded on my chest. He collapsed on me and kissed me again.
Then stood up abruptly and went back to his bed without saying
another word to me. I could tell he fell asleep right away leaving
me full of all sorts of weird emotions and a chest full of his wet
gism.
I felt totally fucked up about what had just happened and then
found my finger dipping into Mike's wet cum on my chest. My finger
then went into my mouth and I licked his cum from my chest, finger
load, by finger load. Fuck!
Night 2 -------
Mike completely ignored my existence in the morning and the whole
day at school. It was making me mad. The whole day, he studiously
managed to avoid letting my eyes catch his. Mr. and Mrs. Greene
asked me all sorts of questions about where I was planning to go
to college. Not that Mr. Greene did not know every fucking detail
of my life from his cop partner, my dad.
At eight o'clock, Mrs. Greene checked in on us and reminded us
that bedtime was nine, sharp. Mrs. Greene reminded me politely
that I was expected to wear brief's again and to ask Mike to
borrow briefs if needed.
Mike showered and came back to the room with just a towel and made
a point of standing naked for a bit in front of me before putting
on his briefs. He was pretty decent looking I had to admit. Fuck!
What was I thinking.
I took the next shower and came back already in a pair of Mike's
briefs.
After lights out, Mike whispered, "I bet you liked that..."
"Fuck off," I responded.
Mike laughed, "yeah, well get your butt in this bed now ~faggot~
or I'll fly the cum drenched briefs you wore last night from the
school flagpole tomorrow."
Panic. "You wouldn't dare," I protested.
"Try me," Mike said, "I already took them out of the laundry and
have them in my locker at school."
"Fucking asshole," I said.
"Now, now, that's no way to treat me when I have control over how
the last semester of high school goes for you."
"I'll beat the shit out of you," I tried.
"So, the whole school will still know you are a ~faggot~," he said
firmly.
"What do you want," I asked.
Mike just laughed. "Get over here, NOW."
I slowly got out of the bed I was laying in and got into bed with
him. He quickly pinned me on my back and had me lace my hands
behind my head. One hand went around my neck while the other
pinned my forehead down, pressing against my hands. He began to
choke me gently and then started forcing his tongue into my
throat. Any time I fought him even slightly or tried to avoid his
probing tongue, Mike choked me firmly.
Mike's cock was firmly erect against my cock the entire time and
despite my reservations, Mike kept pointing out that I seemed to
be enjoying myself as well. Every few minutes, Mike would pause
from kissing me and choke me harder saying, "looks like you really
are a ~faggot~." I had to nod and repeat--while he was choking
me--"I am a faggot."
After about an hour, Mike told me to go back to my bed and expect
to serve him similarly each night this week if I wanted to get the
cum drenched underwear back.
School ------
Mike played it cool, I was a non-entity except in bed each night. But I was
terrified. I was certain the whole school had x-ray glasses or something and
could know what was happening to me at night. That they could know I was
being turned into a faggot. Or whatever was happening to me. The worst part
was I, I caught myself looking forward to whatever Mike want to do to me.
Night 3 -------
As soon as Mrs. Greene left, Mike ordered me over to the bed and
this time I did not hesitate. Without prompting, I laced my hands
behind my head and Mike quickly began kissing me deeply. I gave my
tongue and mouth freely though and he did not have to choke me
much and remarked, "starting to like this faggot, eh?"
Mike had me get onto the floor and kneel at the foot of the bed. I
had to keep my hands laced behind my head. Mike got out of the bed
and pulled his briefs off. I knew what was going to happen and I
realized suddenly that I wanted to suck cock and more particularly
his cock. Mike slapped my face with his hard cock and told me that
I had to beg to suck his dick.
"Please," I said softly.
He slapped my face crudely with his massive tool, "beg, faggot."
"Please let me suck your dick," I pleaded.
His cock slapped my face twice, "beg like you mean it fag boy."
I begged and pleaded and whimpered for his cock in my mouth and
Mike made me grovel for it.
As he finally slid his tool into my mouth he commented, "now
Jonnie-boy is a real cocksucker."
Yeah, I supposed, I was a cocksucker and it was good. Mike kept
one hand on my interlaced hands which were behind my head and face
fucked me fairly violently. Unlike his gentle and leisurely
cocksucking of me two nights early, I was having my mouth raped by
his massive cock. I was gagging slightly at times, but he would
only pause slightly to allow me to catch my breath before
continuing to fuck my face. When he finally shot his load right
into my throat the sensation was intense.
I was promptly sent to bed without so much as a thanks or a kiss.
School Blow -----------
After lunch the next day there was a folded note in my locker:
"Behind the stadium bleachers, 2pm, sharp. -M"
"Fuck," I thought, "what in god's name did he have planned."
At that moment, Mike walked by and said, "hi" to me in front of
everyone in the hall. FUCK! I was convinced that everyone in the
hall could see me on my knees sucking that faggot's cock. FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK. What had I allowed to happen. Why had I let him
suck my dick.
At two I was behind the bleachers. The stadium was completely
empty. Mike arrived late and I was already agitated. He laughed at
me when I started to complain and just told me to get on my knees
unless I wanted my cum soaked underwear plastered about the
school. I kneeled and he made me unbutton his Levi's and take out
his cock before he then had me lace my hands behind my head so he
could fuck my face.
After about twenty minutes, Mike shot into my throat and then
pulled away saying, "same time tomorrow cocksucker and every day
for the rest of the year."
Night 4 -------
Mike's parents headed out to a PTA meeting and Mike took full
advantage of the situation and insisted on taking five rolls of
film of pictures of me naked in a variety of places in his house.
Twice I protested and I got punched in the gut, tackled, choked,
and kissed until I agreed to allow him to continue. He had taken a
great interest in his dad's police training and used it against
me. Several of the photos featured me with pictures of gay porn
magazines his parents let him keep.
By the time his parents came home around 8:30, we were in our
briefs and ready for bed. Mike had already hidden the film in a
gun safe in his room. I was totally fucked.
After lights out, Mike announced that he was going to fuck me and
that I needed to roll over and get my ass up into the air. I
started to protest and he reminded me that he could conveniently
drop off one of the rolls of film at the drug store and the whole
town would suddenly know I was a huge sexual pervert.
I rolled over and put my pillow under my abdomen and waited for
him. Mike took his sweet time coming over to my bed and suddenly I
felt a cool gel being rubbed onto my fuckhole. Mike's finger slide
into my hole with ease.
Then his cock followed a few seconds later. Mike was all business
about my first fuck. His cock slid easily down my lubricated
fuckhole and he was gentle at first rocking his cock in and out in
smooth motions.
"How's that feel faggot," he asked.
"Uncomfortable," I said.
"Learn to like it," he said as he began thrusting his cock in and
out of me violently with minimal regard to my pleasure--or pain.
When he finally orgasmed he lay on top of me for quite some time
before getting off me and returning to his bed.
"Faggot," he said, "if you want you can jerk yourself off, but you
have to talk to me about how much you like sucking cock and
getting fucked by cock as you do it."
"Fuck you," I said.
Mike gut punched me hard, "do it faggot."
I started jacking off and whispering out loud that I was "a
cocksucker" and a "faggot" and that I liked "to suck cock and get
fucked." Sad part, I found myself turned on by the humiliation of
having to say those things about myself and realizing that it was
true and after just a few minutes I shot a load onto my chest.
"Eat your cum up faggot," Mike ordered.
I did not even hesitate, knowing I would get punched again if I
did not comply. I scooped my cum up quickly and fed it to myself
and then he told me to get the last of the cum up with my
underwear and then put the underwear back on. I did.
Mike then went to sleep ignoring me.
School Fuck -----------
Mike had ignored me all day, and there was no note, but I knew
better than to be anywhere other than at the bleachers at 2. Mike
was five minutes late again and this time, had me turn around and
drop my pants. I felt a lubricant again and he fucked me right
there behind the stadium bleachers.
I was terrified that someone from school would see this, but Mike
did not give a fuck. He was already known to be a cocksucking
faggot. But me, I was "straight" and "normal". Mike finished with
me unceremoniously and pulled my pants up and told me to see him
same time Monday. Fuck.
I took my time heading back to the classrooms, certain that
everyone could see that my ass had just been pegged out back..
Friday Night ------------
Mike was not home when I got home and I was terrified about what
he might have planned. Mrs. Greene commented that my parents would
be home Monday night and that it had been a real pleasure having
me visit. She also added that she and Mr. Greene were thinking of
taking a trip in March and that she was going to have Mike stay at
our house. Fuck.
When Mike did show up around seven thirty, he had a large envelope
with him. Mike waited till around eight thirty to show me the
prints. Most were four-by-sixes from the previous night. But there
were several glossy eight-by-tens of me with the gay porn all
around me on the bed.
"Nice, eh?"
"Fuck off," I responded.
"I was thinking of framing these," Mike continued.
"Fuck you," I said.
"You wish," he laughed, "I'll be having your ass or your mouth
daily for the rest of this year. Oh, and if you say a word these
pictures will go to the school newspaper."
I decided to lunge at him and quickly found myself on my back
being pounded with gut punch after gut punch. He did not stop till
my entire abdomen was sore and slightly bruised. Then he took his
time locking the prints and negatives in the gun safe.
After lights out I was on my knees sucking dick and then on my
stomach getting fucked. I was his.
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