NIGHT DUTY......from the files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480
Steve checked the front doors and the burglar alarm station in the front office. He punched his time clock, then took a minute to pour a cup of coffee from his thermos and ate a stale donut left by the day shift.
Steve didn't particularly like his job, but it beat flipping burgers down at the local hamburger joint. Even so, working nights was the worst because he kept thinking about all the fun he was missing. While his friends were out having a great time at the bar, talking hunks into going home with them, Steve was stuck in a hot, baggy uniform, baby-sitting an empty department store, lugging around a revolver that seemed to weigh twenty pounds and made blisters on his hip.
Steve sighed, finished his coffee and looked at his watch. It was time to start another boring round. Same old routine. First through ladies wear and linens to the silent escalator, up the metal stairs to the top floor--furniture and accessories.
Steve played his flashlight beam over the shiny wood and brightly colored fabrics of sofas, chairs and coffee tables. He was just moving on to the bedroom section when a movement in the shadows caught his attention and he froze, his hand reaching for his gun. He caught the shape of a man darting behind a dresser. Steve sucked in his breath and circled around until he was in position to block the exit.
"Okay, wiseguy, come out with your hands on top of your head!" he ordered, in his butchest voice. "Don't try any funny stuff. I've got a gun and, believe me, I'm not afraid to use it!"
Two hands slowly appeared from behind the dresser, followed by a face and, finally, the torso of a young man who looked to be twenty at best.
"Come out where I can see your face and lay down on the floor with your hands behind your head!" Steve almost screamed, his hand shaking with the weight of the revolver.
When the guy stepped out, Steve saw that he was really more his age, early twenties, slim, good-looking, dressed in black pants, black sweatshirt and black shoes. He looked as frightened as Steve was as he dropped to the floor and did as Steve had said.
"Don't move or I'll blow your fuckin' nuts off," Steve ordered as he slowly stepped around the guy. He removed the handcuffs from his belt and snapped them on the guy's wrists. Steve could breathe a little easier now.
"What are you going to do with me?" the kid asked. Tears had already begun to form in the corner of his eyes.
"I should call the cops and have them haul your ass out of here, but I've got a better idea," Steve replied. "Get up and follow me. Now!"
Steve jerked the kid to his knees, then to his feet. "Do exactly what I say and you won't get hurt," Steve added with a smile.
He marched the guy over to a nearby bed. "Lay down with your hands above your head,' he ordered. Steve pulled a spare pair of cuffs from his hip pocket and snapped one to a wrist and the other to the brass post of the bed. Unlocking one cuff of the first set, he quickly pulled the guy's other wrist to the opposite bed post and locked it securely. The kid was spread-eagled and wasn't going anywhere now.
Steve put his gun away. He moved to the guy's feet, reached down and grabbed the kid's ankles and the guy kicked him.
"Knock it off, shithead!" Steve yelled, drawing his nightstick. He shoved the blunt end of it into the guy's back and said, "I'm going to search you for weapons and if you give me any shit, I'll break your bones."
The kid stopped moving and Steve patted the young guy down from his neck to his waist, relishing the feel of the firm muscles in his shoulders and back. He slid his fingers over the kid's butt, slipping his hand between his legs and digging into the crack of his ass. The kid didn't resist.
Steve's cock was already hard, pressing against the cheap fabric of his uniform. Just touching this guy made him hot! Way too hot!
Steve jammed his hand under the kid's waist and unfastened his belt and zipper, ripping his pants open before the guy had time to react. He then moved to the foot of the bed, pulled off the kid's shoes and peeled off his pants. Steve smiled to himself when he saw he wasn't wearing any underwear.
The guy's butt gleamed in the dim light and made Steve's cock throb even harder. Steve unzipped his own pants and pulled them off, jumping onto the bed and trapping the kid under him.
The kid went crazy then, thrashing his body around and trying to break free. "What the hell are you doing? Get off me!" the kid screamed.
Steve just laughed and pulled off the kid's sweatshirt. "Tell me your name, asshole."
"Why should I tell you anything," the kid snapped back. "I don't have to do anything I don't want!"
We'll see about that, Steve thought. "Tell me your name and I may let you go," Steve said.
"Tim, my name is Tim. Now, let me go," he pleaded.
"Hold on, hold on, don't be in such a hurry I could always call the police. They'd end up locking you up in some dirty jail and we all know what happens to pretty boys like you in jail now, don't we?" Steve smiled.
Tim lay there without saying a word. He knew that only way he was going to get out of this was to let this security guard have his way with him and get it over with. Why fight it? It wouldn't be the first time Tim had been fucked by a total stranger. Who knows, he might even enjoy it.
Steve laughed, hooked his arms under the guy's torso, found his tits and rolled them roughly between his fingers. Tim let out a scream that sounded like a scream of pain to Steve, but it was really a scream of pleasure. Tim just wasn't going to let Steve know that he was going to enjoy this as much as him.
"Go ahead, yell as loud as you like. ;Nobody's going to hear you' Steve hissed.
Tim moaned as Steve let go of the rock hard nipples and slid his hands down Tim's flat, hairless stomach to his crotch. A hard, slick dick greeted his touch. Steve wrapped his hand around the rod. "Nice cock," he commented, squeezing it with his fist. He could feel the kid's dick throbbing in his palm.
Tim, playing it up, yelled, "Let go of me you pervert!"
Steve didn't let go, but squeezed it harder. Tim let out a moan of ecstasy. It had been a while since a guy had man-handled him like this. He had forgotten what it was like.
Steve started pumping his fist up and down Tim's prick and soon Tim's hips were lifting up a little, making it easier for Steve to jerk him off.
Steve let go of Tim's fat cock and fondled his balls, rolling them around in his palm like ripe fruit. Steve's cock was aching with need by then, standing out straight and throbbing. Steve took off his remaining clothes and reached into his pocket to get his emergency rubber. He ripped it open and unrolled the lubricated sheath onto his cock. Steve was proud of his massive tool--a good nine inches long and as fat as his wrist.
The rubber clung tightly to his cock. Ben pried the kid's buns apart and leaned forward. Tim knew what was coming and tensed for the assault. He tried to clench his buttcheeks together, but Steve's strong thumbs parted a channel and the tip of his dick nudged into the crack, the greased slickness of the latex making it an easy entrance.
Steve leaned forward and let his body weight drive his shaft into Tim's hot hole until his bush was mashed against the kid's smooth butt. He started to stroke his cock in and out of the kid's tight hole, picking up speed until the brass bed rattled under the force of his movements.
All Steve could think about was how good this guy's ass felt around his cock. All of a sudden Tim said, "Fuck me harder, man!"
Steve couldn't believe his ears. Was this guy really getting into this fuck-session? He started to put it off as wishful thinking when Tim cried out, "Faster man, faster! I want
to feel your dick in my throat! Come on, you can do better than that! Fuck me like a real man!"
This got Steve's blood boiling. Okay, he wanted to play rough, Steve would give him rough.
Steve picked up his pace, fucking Tim's butt with all the strength he could muster. He reached down and grabbed Tim's hard cock, squeezing it tightly between his fingers and stroking it in rhythm with his fucking motion.
Steve stroked Tim's dick harder and harder, bringing him to the point of shooting, then stopped to make the kid suffer. Tim was loving it! He began humping his hard, round butt with each of Steve's ramming down strokes, almost making Steve shoot his load.
"Take off these handcuffs and I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget," Tim pleaded.
Steve pulled out from Tim's ass and got the keys for the cuffs. He paused, wondering if it was such a good idea, but his throbbing cock made up his mind real quick.
Steve unlocked Tim's cuffs and lay back on the bed. Tim climbed on top of him and sat down on his cock. It slid back in with ease. Squatting on top of Steve, he began riding his dick like there was no tomorrow. Up and down, faster and faster. Steve lay on the bed in amazement. This guy was getting into this just as much as he was!
Steve's body began to tense as if he was going to cum and Tim pulled himself off Steve's cock. He turned around and got on all fours..
"Go ahead big guy," Tim coaxed, "Fuck me like a dog! Come on, stick it to me! Stick it to me real good! I want to feel your cock deep inside my ass! Come on!" Tim was screaming, now.
Steve re-entered Tim with a new found gusto. This kid was really turning him on. He knew all the buttons to push. It was a pity that as soon as this was over, he was going to call the police anyway.
Steve was sweating from head to toe. The sweat dripped off his forehead and chest and landed in the small of Tim's back. Steve's hips were a blur because he was fucking Tim so fast.
Again, Steve could feel his cum boiling in his balls, demanding to be released.
Tim sensed this and quickly moved forward. Steve's dick came out of his hole before he could shoot his load. Tim flipped over onto his back, threw his legs up over Steve's shoulders and guided his cock back into his hole in one quick motion.
Steve couldn't believe how much of a pro this kid really was. He was right. This was turning out to be the best fuck of his life.
Tim grabbed his dick and started jacking himself off. It only took a moment and his hot cum began spurting out of his rod, pooling on his flat stomach.
Steve couldn't hold himself back anymore. He pulled his cock from Tim's ass, ripped off the condom and rifled his man juice all over Tim. He lost count after the first ten jets had erupted from the swollen head of his spasming cock. He collapsed on top of Tim.
Steve had never cum so much in his life. Even after the last drops had oozed from the slit in the head of his cock, his rod continued to twitch and jerk while he lay there, fully embedded, catching his breath.
He looked over at Tim lying there peacefully, a smile planted on his face. Steve leaned over and gave him a kiss. He began to feel a little guilty for what he was going to do and laid back down.
Steve passed out from exhaustion and woke to find his hands and feet cuffed to the brass rail bed and Tim standing above him with a look of sheer pleasure on his face.
"So, how's it feel?" Tim asked, trying not to laugh.
"Get me out of these cuffs, now!" Steve screamed.
"Sorry, but you're not turning me in this time! I had a feeling you were still going to call the cops, so I wasn't taking any chances. See you around big guy!"
Tim started to leave, but turned around. "Oh, by the way, the store opens in one hour! Have fun!"