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More Than Mates

Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2012 Jimmy Boom Semtex. All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

 

Chapter 1: Times of Plenty

In the tough northern town of Renford, two men were more than friends; they were Kev and Brian. For fifteen months they had been gay lovers who had fun and enjoyed erotic sweaty moments. They looked after one another and their relationship was more precious than gold. Kev was a builder by trade, helping to refurbish local buildings, and Brian a baker, in the only bakery in town. While Kev was six foot three inches tall, with the body of an athletic man, Brian was the opposite; five foot six with a big beer belly and a lazy disposition. Kev joked it was too many cakes from the bakery. Brian swore he never touched cakes after seeing what actually made them.

Kev had piercing blue eyes that never missed anything, especially other nice attractive men he and Brian could have secret raunchy sex with. His mind easily focused and planned, from work related matters to what to do in bed with Brian, including sex involving fire extinguishers and liquid concrete.

Tattoos of tribal design covered his arms and shoulders, wavy designs that made one’s eyes dizzy if you attempted to work out what led where. Kev was a regular at several local tattoo studios in Renford. Dressing in black leather, PVC, denim and tight t-shirts gave Kev confidence and acceptance. Being able to handle himself and take no shit from anyone added to his charisma. A few skirmishes with local gangsters had made him some enemies but brought respect. He was able to fight or talk in a crisis and was at the top of his game if it came to trouble. Kev loved drinking wine and cocktails.

Brian had his own style. He wore shiny silver shades no matter what the weather, even in work when he was moving bags of flour and mixing cakes. He was a big sweaty guy with a cool demeanor, unlike Kev who was a firebrand ready for trouble. Kev liked to drink strong beer straight from the barrel, this put weight on him but he didn’t care. His clothes were two sizes too big and included faded blue jeans, t-shirts of old Gay Pride festivals, which were worth a fortune, and old skool white shirts, worn open.

Brian complimented Kev, making an ideal couple. Three cock piercings and twenty in his right ear showed his gayness to others. His only tattoo was Kev’s name on his lower back, his tramp stamp. He liked to use household implements in bed and came up with many zany ideas, bringing hours of pleasure and unbelievable fun. Vacuum cleaners were high on the pleasure list.

Tonight, both men were getting ready to go to the main alternative sex club in town. This was the Left Nipple, a venue outfitted with huge beds able to accommodate twenty-four people in sprawled out fucking luxury, complete with gigantic stuffed pillows, luxurious eiderdowns and silk sheets. An expensive Jacuzzi able to hold ten people or nearly twenty at a squeeze, for wet and wild fun, was next door. Sex couches in the living room area let people make love and be watched by voyeurs. Safe sex was a must, with condoms provided free of charge, conveniently placed in carved quartz dishes all over the club in an example of luxury and common sense. A fetish/dominatrix/sado masochistic torture/fantasy play area was located in the basement/dungeon area, out of sight and mind of the more conservative customers/clientele.

A good time was offered and all tastes were catered for from light/experimental to full on sexual bondage, verging on torture, with equipment provided, or bring your own after the club experts checked it out. Dress style in the dungeon was little or nothing but leather/PVC/studded fetish clothing for image and functionality looked good.

Upstairs stylish men in dresses and suits gave an expensive smart look, until the clothing was strewn over the floor and the owners were fucking in panting erotic ecstasy. Four bars served a selection of none-alcoholic/alcoholic drinks from apple juice, special beer brewed by secret kinky breweries and cocktails of your choice, most with very sexy or rude names to spice up the nights love making and swinging. A standing joke was where was the right nipple? Because the club was called Left Nipple, if anyone found such a club, what an addition it would be in stunning sexual anticipation. Tonight is was exclusively Gay Night for homosexual men, an evening where they could be themselves, meet other men, dance, and drink, then have sex.

***

They made eye contact with friends, fellow gay men and the odd stranger, while ordering their drinks – a Purple Penis made up of half a dozen ingredients for Kev and a Slow Cock Dive for Brian, equally mind blowing. The ingredients of these were secret to stop the other sex venues stealing the formula, a somewhat mad but sensible idea considering the drinks were a good aphrodisiac. Alcohol stock behind the bars gave up to three days marathon drinking time and more was stored in the basement to be used on the legendary long weekend sex jaunts.

Kev and Brian trotted slowly over to the plush red leather couches that lined a section of one wall. Setting their drinks carefully down on a table, Kev took off his expensive leather jacket which was picked up by a member of staff who took it to the cloakroom. Brian kept his white shirt on for now.

Enjoying the atmosphere the couple made small talk, locking eyes and kissing, often stealing glances at people who walked by or to the bar – eyeing up attractive catches. New people visiting the club for the first time were ideal, newness not found with the more experienced guests but a caution too, which could be a potential hindrance. That could be washed away like a sandcastle before a tide by the mere act of being in this club. It wasn’t a dance venue or a live music place. Illicit exotic very erotic acts were the very essence of existence at the Left Nipple and everyone here knew it.

A nice sound of a man moaning every few seconds echoed over the low music that was played through neatly hidden speakers. This turned Brian on. He took this as an opportunity to act, feeling up Kev’s cock that bulged through the thin expensive material of his trousers. His own rapidly hardened. Taking a large soft cushion and placing it on the floor before his man, he knelt down and unzipped the zipper to remove his long shaft. In no time Brian went down on Kev, sucking his cock in swift movements, licking his bell end in quick dart like motions of his tongue. A low gasp escaped Kev as pleasure took hold, warmly filling his body in a rush of excitement bordering on ecstasy.

Brian’s head bobbed up and down in rhythmic motions, a crowd stopped to watch this most intimate (but not ultimate) scene; these were voyeurs who came to the club to enjoy sex acts but not participate. One man removed his own penis, picked up a tissue from a small wicker bowl on the table and wanked himself off into it, getting off on this lovely spectacle. Kev closed his eyes and groaned like a man enjoying such pleasures, not caring who saw. If anything this heightened his pleasure. It wasn’t long before Brian brought him to orgasm and he spunked up. Brian quickly moved his head back and wanked his lover’s cock as hot spunk shot all over Kev’s trousers. One drop caught Brian on the chin. He wiped it with a finger, licked it and commented, “You taste lovely Kev. You’re such a big boy.”

“Thanks mate, you’re good at sucking my dick,” Kev replied, panting in happiness.

Smiling and drawing his man to him, kissing deeply and tasting himself, not being embarrassed or sick, Kev felt alive and perfectly at ease. Sex act over, the voyeurs moved away to search out new scenes to get off on and jerk off over. Kev put his cock away after wiping it on a tissue and went to order new drinks for himself and Brian. A different type of cocktail and a pint of strong beer to spice up their already reverent mood; things could only get better.

Brian took his drink and led the way into the next room and more fun, here they danced and mingled with other couples on the small intimate dance floor, looking for people to have fun with. Kev spotted a nice male couple to their left, gently he danced Brian over towards them, maintaining eye contact and smiling, sending the signals of, “Hey there, we like you, do you like us and want to fuck?”

Brian was happy with this, having looked the other couple up and down in a quick glance; he moved his hips as he held onto Kev while the music steadily played a nice slow pulsating song. Closer within touching distance now to the duo, Kev nodded and smiled, whispering in the one of guy’s ears. “Hi there, we’re Kev and Brian. We do like you your clothes, your looks are stunning. What are your names?”

“Hello, I’m Andy and this is my boyfriend Jeff. Nice to meet you,” the slowly dancing lad announced, his partner nodded a greeting and it was returned.

“Do you both want a drink? We don’t mind buying if you do,” Brian offered.

Andy quietly conversed while dancing, nodding. His lover confirmed this, “Yes thanks that would be nice. I’ll have a Tender Nipple cocktail and Jeff will have a Hairy Ballsack.”

“Okay, coming right up,” Brian answered. To Kev he said, “Kev do you want to take our new friends and find a seat while I get the drinks? Do you want the same as we had before?”

“We can sit over there, there’s space. Drink wise I think we should have the same as Andy and Jeff, they sound mind blowing drinks! We’ll finish our drinks first,” Brian replied to his guy who then left to get the drinks. He would trade gold leaf cards as currency, replacing money.

“Brian and I will have the same as you, we like trying new things,” Kev erotically commented, his gaze looking the couple up and down for a little too long. An evocative smile filled his flawless face. His sexy gaze was returned by both Andy and Jeff; it was obvious what this was leading up to – no strings sex!

Kev finished his drink, placed his glass down, took the guys by the hand and trotted over to the comfy low leather settee by opposite the dance floor. Brian got the new drinks and carefully carried them over on a silver engraved tray; erotic patterns of men making love graced its surface. This didn’t distract him. He thought of the real love making which lay ahead.

“Thanks for the drink baby,” Kev smiled, kissing Brian as he placed the drink in front of him on the blue glass table. Moving over slightly he did the same with the others. Smiles and thanks were returned. He sat down next to Brian who was very close to Andy; already chemistry had developed between the two guys.

After a sip of their drinks it started. Andy kissed Brian fully on the lips, a nice lingering passionate kiss. He didn’t flinch or pull back enjoying the taste of a new stranger, placing his hand on Andy’s thigh up under the fabric of his short red leather miniskirt to his most secret area – his cock! Andy wore no underwear so Brian got to work straight away making him cum by tickling his cock while rubbing his balls.

It didn’t take long. Andy reached climax in five minutes, his body bucking and rolling on the plush leather. Low moans showing his enjoyment. Kev and Jeff touched each other up but kept quiet, taking in the scene before them – their partners kissing and loving every minute of it. It continued for ten minutes until both men swapped places so they could have a turn kissing and playing on the small couch. They needed no encouragement!

Brian embraced Andy while Jeff took Kev in his arms to kiss away. Sex had started, yippee! Bring it on. Arm in arm, four people kissed passionately for many minutes, happily finding out about each other; who liked what, if tongues were allowed, a wet or a dry kiss, if groping was okay while they kissed. Tick all the boxes and it was fucky fucky time.

Things were looking good for Jeff and Kev. They got down to it, almost lying down on the plush leather seats, snogging and feeling every bit of their bodies. Kev gripped Jeff’s cock through his trousers and slowly wanked him off in his pants. He put his fingers on Kev’s dick to play with him and to gauge his most private area. Was he shaved or not, any piercings down there?

Brian got off with Andy in much the same way but they remained sitting, with Andy perched on his knee kissing him deeply while he lifted up his miniskirt, got his cock out and started to fuck him. He wanted to get laid so bad. Nice and slowly he moved up and down upon Brian’s hard cock as he gently made love to Andy. A nice new man who he’d not experienced before but was doing so now!

Time advanced at crawl. Kev and Jeff stopped kissing and stood up to strip naked before lying down to make love and caress one another’s most intimate places. Nobody objected. Several other couples were making love on the floor, by the bar or on other leather seats, in full view of everyone.

Soft music played over the speakers. Several people still danced on the dance floor, getting a feel of who was round and about, slowly making their choices of who to sleep with. You either picked straight away or took your time. This depended on what type of person you were. Some people steamed right in there and got it on faster than a bullet out of a gun; some were like ice melting, enjoying choosing someone after browsing what was on offer.

Four handsome naked people, with no inhibitions and beautiful bodies, had cool adult fun. They were in top condition, even Kev who was in his 30s, did regular keep fit sessions and his high sex drive added to his vigour. It took stamina to rise to the occasion in a public place (even if it was a member’s only club) and make love to satisfy not only yourself but also the other willing partner. If a man’s hard on went flaccid there were no recriminations, just what if? Both parties often worked on this to entice the uncooperative penis to become hard but this depended on many things – was the man new to this and shy? Had he been drinking? Did he really want to do this and a dozen other reasons? There were no problems here as the sound of lovemaking rose over the music and chatter of happy guests by the bar and near the dance floor.

***

Away from this individual scene of action, much more was going on in other parts of the club, in dark corners and specialised rooms. Down in the bondage area it was a kinky story of whips, chains, handcuffs, black leather/PVC, and low level torture in the submission/dominating role playing and a whole selection of fun and games for adults only.

People went in with little clothes on and came out stark bollock naked. In-between they had a wicked kinky time, one such small action was: a Dominatrix called Tom the Dom was in position doing his wicked act with a spanking paddle in one hand and a short but stout bull whip in the other. He brought the spanking paddle down hard on a bare arse belonging to Tim, a middle aged man, who loved to be spanked and dominated. His buttocks glowed bright red under the bright halogen bulbs while Tom the Dom brought the implement down again and again in wicked sharp reports. A sharp cry left Tim’s lips as he hovered between ecstasy and unconscious oblivion. He was a regular customer in the dungeon room of the club under the main building where this type of activity was more welcome.

Many guests didn’t like the low/medium level of directed violence, especially when it was directed to a man’s genitals; some of the more extreme gentlemen had their bollocks nailed to a board. This was bordering on the extreme. The club catered for all tastes from sublime massaging to bizarre self-mutilation. Tom the Dom had some unique body mods. His nipples were pierced with silver bars that his slaves sucked and licked. He allowed selected people to heat the bars up with Zippo lighters, so the heat would travel down the bar into his chest and give a painful feeling of enjoyment.

Tim cried for his mother as the bullwhip contacted his left bare buttock painfully with a loud crack. He whimpered like a dog being jabbed with a cattle prod, begging for relief but not from the pain – no. He wanted Tom the Dom to bring him to orgasm by licking his cock and biting his balls. Tom the Dom obliged with a glare, changing position so his hand could slam down onto Tim’s bare arse with maximum force, punishment for simply being born. There was no reprieve from his arse beating even while his cock was being sucked and balls bitten. Tim was in twisted heaven, with the massively overweight man playing his little game.

Tom the Dom was a hideous thing to look at with no figure, only mounds of fat. His main gift was inside his head, a twisted cunningly educated mind. Skilled in explicit sexual perversion and action. Nobody came close to Tom the Dom in the skills department and no sexual activity was out of bounds. This fact glowed in his sick heart while his fat hand connected with Tim’s bare red behind. In a roar of animal pleasure Tim spunked up covering Tom the Dom’s face in semen. He was rewarded with the hardest slap yet and a bite on his balls that drew blood. Tears of happiness and pain flowed down Tim’s cheeks. After Tim, two other slaves were booked in for their own little torture session, a compromise of Tom the Dom’s and their own desires.

A glance around the walls of the underground dungeon would reveal whips, chains, wizard outfits, old Rainbow Rising records twisted and warped, with darts stuck in them, large stones that were heated up so a slave could sit on them and blister his arse, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, leather underpants with the spike on the inside for people who were into that kind of thing, gimp masks of a dozen designs, rope to tie slaves up and much more. For the artistically minded, a set of paints, brushes and an easel was used to paint nice images onto a person’s body, especially their private parts. For the workman, a set of nice antique tools could nail their bollocks to a board. This was an act Tom the Dom had done several times. The site of a slave/gay lover walking down Renford High Street with his bollocks nailed to a board was amusing to say the least. He often made his own tools or sexual toys like the Gothic High Chair where a slave sat to be tortured and have his bollocks tattooed with black ink with a tattoo gun (no real pattern just for the hell of it).

A regular customer of Tom the Dom’s was Arnold the Plantpot, a disabled middle age man with three legs, one and a half arms and a twelve-inch cock (this was his advantage over normal able bodied people). He liked to whip Tom the Dom on his face with his large member, just loving the sound of it whacking onto his bare podgy face. Then Tom the Dom suck Arnold off, keep his spunk in his mouth and then kiss him, forcing him to taste his own cum. He often choked on it, coughing till he was almost having a fit, a disgusting scene in anyone’s eyes. Arnold the Plantpot enjoyed being sat on by Tom the Dom’s huge twenty-four stone jelly bulk, he was like a spider squashed by a house brick. Only the spider was mercifully dead. Arnold the Plantpot came to from unconsciousness, having to undergo the whole exercise again.

Tom the Dom liked to cuff Arnold to a chair. Then he put treacle on the two good legs and bad lame leg and lick it off. At the same time he ran lit matches the length of Arnold’s cock. The biggest glass butt plug fitted nicely up his arse after a tub of Lube2000 was pumped up to give good lubrication. A joy to behold was the sight up his arse filmed by a small high quality digital camera mounted inside the butt plug. It was a good film when Arnold squeezed a crap onto the top of the plug and even better when Tom the Dom slowly removed it, allowing the shit to surge forth like an avalanche.

Opposite where Arnold sat was a tank of goldfish delicately lit by colourful neon lights. The fish they were used as a calming influence if a slave became upset or anxious and had no sexual use. Soothing music gave an impression of a light airy atmosphere, this was further from the truth when the torture started and Tom the Dom kicked into dominatrix bitch mode. Who said illusion wasn’t part of the act?

A full range of vibrators and dildos of a dozen sizes gave anal penetration. If a man wanted more than his lover’s cock up his arse, the knobbly or spiky vibros were something else. Some were made of wood, others metal or durable plastic. Strap on ones were also provided.

***

For club customers into water sports, a luxury King Size bed with waterproof covers was set out in the swimming room. Many people thought water sports were disgusting but some revelled in, it really getting off on it. Clean disposable bedding was provided and burned after use. Towels were on hand to wipe up excess amounts of urine. The man stood directly over his lover and pissed into the other’s mouth in a shower of golden rain/shower (another name for it). A select group of people did this, numbers were much less than the gay guests who practiced bondage/sado masochism/dominatrix style sex actions. It was unpopular and stigmatised due to the disgusting use of urine in sex. Those involved didn’t care for an outsider’s views, they got on with it and had fun because they were all consenting adults.

***

The most disgusting sexual activities carried out in the Left Nipple club were the shit eaters, two men who ate their own shit while performing sexual acts, often starting with one another shitting on their respective partner. They kept themselves discreetly private, not even revealing their real names to anyone in the club, arriving wearing elaborate masks to conceal their identity till they reached their special alcove where the shit eating went on. Shitting onto their partner and massaging it in or eating it as it coiled out of their arse into their partner’s mouth, a hideous and disgusting act that was only open to them. The club was a place where they could do this safely so they were in no danger and able to carry their vile fun without interference. Eating your own crap was called Coprophagia or ‘scat sex’ and the private couple called themselves “The Pooper Scoopers” but only to one another and never in earshot of other people.

After this they made love, pumping each other up their dirty crap covered butts, revelling in the fact that only they did this style of lovemaking. They were unique in every way and a minority of a minority. After crapping and fucking they showered themselves clean and started the whole thing again, a cycle of dirt leading to cleanliness and vice versa.

***

Back in the main club room Kev and Brian left Jeff and Andy, to go and fuck each other on the huge beds opposite a small bar. Both got new drinks and were ready to strip fully naked. Then it would be anal penetration, sex up the bum! Both men looked forward to this the most. Kev commented: “Can’t wait to fuck you up the ass, Brian my love!”

“Me neither lover boy. You can bum me first; my tight ass is ready for your big cock. Here’s your drink,” Brian replied, handing his boyfriend a drink. He downed half of it on one gulp and then led the way to the bed. Other men were getting it on.

Kev put his drink on a low table and undressed; Brian did the same but left his shades on. Climbing onto the low bed both men got ready for some foreplay. Kev tickled Brian’s backside with his fingers and wanked him off. Brian initiated the kiss, in return fondling Kev’s balls. Placing one finger up Brian’s back passage, Kev did the ultimate thing he could do for his man – stimulate his g-spot that was well up his arse. He found his finger fitted up okay but he wanted to put two up. Dipping them in KY Gel that was in a small blue bowl by the bed did the trick. Two fingers slid straight home up Brian’s bum. He groaned in exultation when his special sensitive spot was stimulated, gasping, “Oh Kev, that feels great.”

“Knew you’d like it babe,” whispered Kev, wiggling his fingers and bringing more lust to his guy.

“Go slow when you wank me,” urged Brian. His eyes were shut, he was in heaven.

Brian got the best of both worlds; his dick being tossed off with his arse fingered. An orgasm was assured! It started very quickly, cum dripped off his bell end onto Kev’s fingers lubricating his hand actions. Concentrating on two things, he multi tasked moving his two fingers from side to side up his boyfriend’s arse. The gel made this an easy job to do. In no time Brian shot his load, spunk arcing high up from his hard erect member and ending up all over Kev. Kev sucked and licked what he could reach and finished wanking him off. Rolling Brian over, he continued to finger fuck his arse for a few more minutes.

Kev mounted Brian and made love to his arse, bumming him with his big dick. It slid smoothly up aided by the gel, touching Brian’s stimulated g-spot. He groaned in delight, feeling Kev gently fuck him from behind. Reaching round he held Kev’s hand while this intimate act was going on, a sign of togetherness and love. Nice chilled out actions of sex, nothing violent about this, unlike some of their previous rough and tumble in bed. This feels great! Brian has such a lush tight butt, I can’t get enough of it. This is my favourite thing, taking my love from behind, thought Kev with a giddy mind.

Brian daydreamed of nothing but Kev, enjoying this moment and committing it to memory, to wank over it when he was bored at work. Moving his body in time with his lover, he matched the actions and enjoyed each deep slow thrust up his arse. Quite an enjoyable feeling! For many minutes this went on until Kev came. Brian actually felt hot spunk shoot up his arse and screamed for joy! His own orgasm started, he moved Kev’s hand to the front so he could be tossed off. In ten seconds Brian shot his load and shouted his lovers name twice, almost incoherently. The butt fucking over, Brian rolled over and embraced his gay lover, smiling and replying, “Thanks baby.”

 “No problem my dear,” Kev replied. “You can do the same to me in a few minutes. Give us a hug!”

 

Brian embraced the slim tattooed man, giving him a bear hug. His belly wobbled and he laughed madly. Kev smirked and struggled briefly for breath, his image reflected in the silver sunglasses. More good times would follow and the night was still young. From the other beds, sounds of sex and lovemaking drifted over. In a few minutes after Brian made love to Kev from behind, both men would take their pick of the top gay men in the Left Nipple club. They intended to get the most out of Gay Night!

 

 

Chapter 2: More Than Once

Lincoln worked in a small flower shop part time. He had since he was sixteen year old after leaving school. He never wanted to be a florist, falling into it when his sister stopped working there and a position came up. Being good with his hands, Lincoln was the right lad for the job. He had quick nimble fingers and easily trimmed and tied bouquets of roses and other exotic flowers together. He was working on a bunch of red roses for a lady who had recently lost her sister; she wanted some nice flowers for her family, not depressing ones. So her relative could be remembered in a good light, taking the mood away from the sombre occasion.

Standing six foot tall in his bare feet, Linc was a huge guy, aged twenty six, who worked out three hours a day in his own gym in his garage. He was gay and was dating a lad called Joe, who was two years older and rather more experienced in bed and in life. Linc was Asian and Joe was English. They made a good mixed race couple.

Joe was a builder with a decade in the building game, he owned a house that he’d completely done up, renovating the derelict property from top to bottom. It was here the couple had many fun times, together and with other men. Joe had a small tattoo of a toad on his left arm; he was once in a motorbike gang but left it after falling out with the members. When they found out he was gay, it didn’t go down too well and they gave him an ultimatum; leave or face the consequences. It was around this time Joe met Lincoln when he was working on a mosque, installing the windows and doors. The Asians paid top dollar and Joe was a good reliable worker who never missed a deadline. It was his stern gaze that spotted a nice fit Asian lad who was looking over. Not a rude stare but one of curiosity. Stepping down his step ladders, Joe approached the big body builder and announced, “Hey brother, I’m Joe, a builder who is working on your mosque. Say, you’re a big boy aren’t you? What can you bench press, three hundred pounds?”

“Hey man, nice to meet you. You’re doing a good job. My cousin and brother were right when they said you did a good job, that window you just installed is perfectly straight. And yes, I can lift three hundred pounds, my record is three twenty five,” replied Lincoln. He added, “I’m Lincoln. Please call me Linc.”

“Alright man, Linc it is. Lincoln sounds a bit posh. Myself I don’t work out, my job keeps me fit as you can see. I carry a bit of weight but its fine,” smiled Joe, his brown eyes sparkling. He wondered about his new friend.

“My father worked for the British in India and Pakistan, he gave me a British name. You’re Joe, right?” commented Linc.

“Yes, Joe. Hey, I was just wondering are you gay? Please don’t take it the wrong way, I don’t want to fall out with you,” asked Joe, feeling relieved when he said it.

“I am actually. How did you know?” confirmed the Asian man. His black eyes were deep and full of intelligence. He held Joe’s gaze.

Looking away, Joe remained silent for a minute and then finally said, “Just call it a sixth sense. I’m glad you weren’t funny with me over it.”

“No man, it’s cool. Hey, if you’ve got a spare half an hour, I’ll take you to where I work. You’ll be surprised at my job,” said Linc grinning.

“Well...I still have to seal and fit one last window but I guess missing half an hour would be fine. Yes, I’d like to see where you work. Is it at the gym?” he asked the other who just grinned.

***

Lincoln trimmed some flowers and neatly arranged them; he daydreamed of the time he had brought his new English friend (and very soon boyfriend) into this very shop. How both had kissed amongst the flower displays, feeling the scent of a dozen summer blossoms waft over them, falling in love with a man who he wasn’t meant to be friends with; never mind being gay. His family still didn’t know he was gay so he kept it secret and told no one but his new kindred spirit, now two years later both men were engaged. Only Joe wore a ring. Linc didn’t due to his family background and religion; it was what was in the heart that mattered. I love you big boy, he thought moving his hand down to his crotch. His fingers drummed a rhythm on his cock, bringing sensation to his private parts. Soon a feeling filled his entire body and he stopped preparing the flowers and masturbated.

His cock was hard, bulging through his jogging trousers. Walking to the toilet in the back room, Lincoln closed the door and popped his big member out. It sprang forth, all eight inches of Asian meat. Holding it with one hand and steadying himself against the wall with the other, he wanked himself off and thought of Joe sucking his cock. Of what Joe looked like in his rough sweaty work gear, of a nice quick fuck on the job and other rude thoughts. How nice!

“Oh Joe, I wish you were here right now,” he groaned as he tossed himself off into the toilet. It didn’t take long. His spunk left his dick in a welter of white, landing on the toilet seat. He groaned and shouted in pleasure; it was a good job he was alone in the shop today! Finished, he wiped his cock, had a piss and cleaned the mess up. Going back to work, he took a flower from a bunch he was working on and saved it for later when he was due to see Joe. What a nice surprise it would be, how romantic!                                  

***

Later that night Joe went over to meet Linc on the local Sainsbury’s car park. It was a usual meeting place when both men wanted to go and make love in the car away from home but still near people for it to be a thrill. Joe opened the door of Linc’s Toyota and smiled, “Hey my love how have you been?”

“Hi big boy, come and join me. Nice to see you,” greeted Linc. When Joe had sat down and shut the door, Lincoln reached down by his seat and presented the single flower to his boyfriend.

“Oh my dear, you shouldn’t have. It’s lovely!” gasped Joe in astonishment. He accepted his gift and leant over to kiss his lover warmly on his lips.

Finishing their kiss, Linc commented, “I was doing some flowers today and just had to save this one for you. It’s a Winter Wisteria, a hardy flower that only comes out every so often. It reminded me of you, strong yet gentle.”

“Thanks brother, that is so nice of you to say that,” he whispered kissing his lover again.

“It flowers in winter but we did some magic and she flowered now, just for you!” the other said, not giving anymore away.

“That’s amazing. I won’t ask how you did it. Come and make me cum,” Joe said. He gasped when Linc nodded and moved his hand down between his legs and felt the bulge in his cut down blue jeans. Carefully he placed his flower upon the dashboard, so it wouldn’t get damaged.

Methodically moving his hand around the area where Joe’s big cock was, Lincoln felt the erect shaft under the tight material just waiting to be used. He speeded up and gripped it tightly, bringing a shout from Joe. This was good. Soon he would be ready for a blow job!

A few more minutes of teasing about the edges and it was time. Unzipping the zipper very slowly, Linc put one hand inside the opening to slowly remove what was within – a large cock with veins on it and a wet end where cum was dripping appeared. Bending down, he went to work gobbling the large white member with the red end, titillating and nibbling the tip.

Joe groaned and swore under his breath, he enjoyed a bloody good gobble and Linc gave the best he ever had. That was a fact. I want this to last all night and into the next day, thought Joe closing his eyes, dreaming of Linc naked and covered with baby oil.

Now taking the shaft right into his mouth so it touched the back of his throat, Linc nearly gagged and deep throated the cock for several seconds before licking the end. His other hand tickled the balls, adding to his boyfriend’s stimulation. It worked because a bit of spunk dribbled and mixed with the spit in his mouth. Looking up, he noticed how much his man was in heavenly bliss. It wouldn’t be long now. Then Joe came, filling Linc’s mouth with white liquid.

“Man! You’re fucking good! Oh babe, I’m coming!” Joe shouted, opening his eyes and watching the bobbing head that hovered over his cock bringing him to climax.

Tickling and sucking, Lincoln carried on after his man had cum and swallowed it all, sucking him dry. For five more prick teasing minutes he gobbled cock. Finally it was over; he brought his head up and commented cheekily, “You like it then my dear?”

“Damn right! Let me suck you now,” whispered Joe, swapping roles.

Lincoln leant back and let Joe take down his jogging trousers to reveal his nice brown cock. It was already hard ready to be sucked. Veins stood out along the length of it and a single twitch of his member showed he was ready to be gobbled off. With his bare muscular legs naked against the seat, Linc looked unbelievably fit. Joe held onto his lover’s upper leg and put the dick in his mouth. It tasted salty but he didn’t mind, it added to the fun. Slowly he licked and probed with his tongue on the tip, biting the bell end with his teeth and then slowly wanking with his free hand. This would make Lincoln come sooner and add to his pleasure, he liked it done this way and never complained.

Two people walked past the car. They were trolley attendants collecting empty shopping trolleys! Both spotted the car with steamed up windows and pointed at the faintly visible head that bobbed up and down in a person’s lap on the passenger seat. One radioed security while the other walked over and tapped on the glass of the car; he wanted to stop this indecent act on the supermarket car park.

Linc opened his eyes and looked out of the steamed up window, upon hearing someone tap on the glass. Shit, they’d been caught! He didn’t give a fuck. He closed his eyes and concentrated on spunking up, getting off on his big Asian cock being sucked by his Joe. Nearly there now, he allowed dirty images of naked fit men to swirl through his mind. He groaned when Joe increased his wanking speed and moved his hips to match each wank and suck. I’m almost there! he thought. Suddenly his spunk erupted and he emptied his ball bags into Joe’s mouth, who gagged and swallowed some cum but most ran down his chin and shot on his forehead. It was then another tap, more hurried, sounded on their side window.

“Good show Joe! Look at your face, there’s spunk everywhere! And it looks like we’ve got company,” said Linc, grinning and pulling his shorts up.

Joe ignored the two figures stood outside and sat back in the driving seat, leaving cum on his face, he started the car engine and revved it aggressively. Both trolley attendants backed away, as if in danger. A single security guard ran over to the car, much too late. In a squeal of tyres and blue smoke the car shot out of the car park leaving the three men for dust. It had been a close call and added to the fun!                                                                              

***

Two days later Joe and Lincoln parked up by the nearby beauty spot at a reservoir. Would the local park ranger spot them like the trolley attendants had before? The risk was wicked, both men knew that. Lincoln wore a baby blue coloured set of running shorts and top, it showed his muscles and waxed body off to everyone, including Joe.

Joe wore cut down old jeans and an ABBA top. It was his favourite band and he was proud of the fact. Leaving the Toyota, both men casually walked over to some bushes down by the water's edge, out of sight and mind from nosey park wardens. Entering the trees Joe whispered, “Linc come here I want to kiss you.”

“Okay my darling,” he replied, stepping over and pushing a branch out of the way. With his powerful toned arms he hugged Joe and looked him briefly in the eyes and smiled. Then kissed deeply with a passion few people knew Lincoln possessed. Tongues clashed and eyes shut in a display of love and lust, two strong men showing their gentle caring side to one another. Moving his arms to Joe’s waist Linc brought his man’s hips to his own and simulated a grinding motion to arouse the other.

Oh goodness me it feels so good! And turns me on wonderfully, thought Joe tenderly. His cock was going hard; it bulged in his jeans which he rubbed on Linc’s thigh and crotch area. Gripping his boyfriend by his firm buttocks he squeezed hard and moaned deeply, still kissing lovingly. Taking Lincoln’s shorts down he knew what he felt. The other had no underwear on at all. Now naked below the waist, a big cock stood out firm and ready for use. Turning around and breaking their embrace. Joe undid his jeans and took them down, his boxer shorts followed so he was butt naked too. He bent over slightly and held onto a tree bough, saying, “Take me from behind.”

“Okay,” was all Linc said. He got his cock in his hand, placed his other hand upon Joe and guided his dick up Joe’s arse. Not needing any lubricant or spit, his dick entered the back passage due to Joe relaxing his muscles. He was excellent at doing this; there was no fuss of Linc’s dick not going up Joe’s butt. When it was up, Linc thrust slowly up into the nice toned backside that was before him. It looked like a nice ripe peach but gave ten times more pleasure than a sweet fruit.

Opening his legs slightly to gain better balance, Joe leaned into the tree and enjoyed Linc’s deep pumping actions up his arse. His dick went in and out like a large tool, bringing enjoyment and lust to both men. Increasing speed from his slow thrusts, he gained a good rhythm and moderated his breathing so he wasn’t gasping. Being an experienced lover helped set a good speed but each time both men did this, it brought new feelings and experiences. This was their first time making love at this beauty spot.

Feeling his orgasm start Lincoln slowed down to enjoy the rush, he wanted this to last as long as possible. Now and again he speeded up but when he felt he was going to cum he slowed it down to pull away from his orgasm. Can’t cum too soon or this will be over.

In little movements Joe moved his arse in conjunction with his lover’s thrusts. It wasn’t easy and he was getting cramp in his lower back and legs, worth it to feel the passion from his man in the tender act of making love in the trees, risking being caught or spotted by someone. He knew Linc would soon spunk up and he readied himself for the moment, dreaming of no one but Linc and remembering this moment forever.

“Here I go I’m coming!” groaned Linc, increasing his actions when his spunk zoomed out of his big tool. His orgasm whooshed through his body making him feel light headed so he opened his eyes and saw stars. He pumped even faster up Joe’s arse. A slapping sound echoed through the trees – the sound of a result. In one loud scream he shot the last of his load and collapsed upon Joe’s back, sending him sprawling against the tree. Struggling to hold on Linc fell to the ground and both men remained motionless, out of breath from their intimate act in an embrace of tenderness and love.

For half an hour they both dozed on the soft grass under the trees. Then Joe turned around and woke Linc up. He motioned for him to gobble his dick. Moving his aching body so he was in position to be sucked off, Joe lied back and closed his eyes while Linc wanked Joe to bring him hard and suck his cock.

Gobbling Joe, Linc was wonderfully happy. It was a nice summer’s day, not too warm and there were no biting mosquitoes bothering them. Quality time between two gay lovers, one was being sucked off deep throat style and he adored it. Lincoln took the stem of his man’s dick right into his throat, all the way in, till he felt himself gagging. At this moment he slowly reversed direction and removed the eight inch member from his gob to repeat it again. He knew it felt good and that Joe would get off on it. This was the desired result and he’d forgotten how many times he’d sucked his lover’s cock this way. Many hundreds at least, this added to that long list. I could make a living at this, I’m very good at it, Linc wondered. This fact was backed up by the first spurt of cum from the cock in his mouth; quickly he licked and gently bit the end to enhance Joe’s enjoyment.

Opening his eyes, Joe rubbed his hands through Linc’s hair and whispered, “Almost there my love, almost there.”

Linc looked up quickly and continued sucking. Then Joe spunked up and his mouth was full of cum, a large amount of it. Speedily spitting it out, he continued sucking Joe’s dick until he was well and truly gobbled off. Wiping his mouth Linc smiled and commented, “How was that then?”

“Fine,” answered Joe. “You haven’t lost your touch. Later I’ll gobble your cock. Come on; let’s get some ice cream at the cafe.”

“Yes, ice cream sounds nice,” replied Linc smiling cheekily. “Imagine what fun we could do with it!”

“Don’t tempt me my dear. We can do that later. Let’s make ourselves decent and go get some of the cold stuff.”

Both men got up, brushed the grass off  and pulled their shorts up so no tell tale signs remained of their actions. Looking to see if the way was clear, they left the trees to go to the small cafe and buy ice cream. Would they eat it or have some fun in the car with it on the car park? Getting away with sex in the trees made the couple more frisky and daring. What would they be able get away with ice cream in their car on the car park?

 

 

Chapter 3: Mr Fluff

France was the best black guy in the world, a real kick arse one with a nine inch cock and the will and intent to use it. There was just one small problem; France was gay and preferred men! Many women jested and joked when they heard rumours of his big tool, “Oh just fuck me one time France, only once!” He wasn’t to be persuaded, oh no!

Being a bit of a gangster France carried a piece, a chrome Snub Nose .38 revolver. He smuggled drugs in his own little alternative enterprise, with a regular clientele of loyal customers. France had never been forced into using violence or his pistol. The one in his trousers was different, he used that as and when he could. Soon however, events would turn out differently and France would be in big trouble. It would take all his nine inches of black well oiled gristle to get him out of it. Would he manage? It was a night like no other.

Driving down the A627 road, France floored his gun metal coloured Audi A4 gangster car to the max, reefing the steering wheel to swerve around a slow lorry. “You fucking cunt, get out of my way. I’ve got the Old Bill to evade!” he shouted, passing the slow vehicle at a hundred and twenty miles per hour. France still accelerated, to freedom or so he thought.

Mounted high up on a metal post above the road, a CCTV unit picked up the speeding car going well over twice the speed limit. Many miles away in a comfy heated building, the camera operator zoomed in and monitored the car. Another drug runner judging by the car. Time to stop him and put out the call.

“This is Camera Unit 12. I’ve picked up a dark coloured German estate car doing double the speed limit heading north. Looks like another runner. Send the nearest Police unit to intercept him. I’ll update you, Camera Unit 12, out,” radioed the controller. The ball was set in motion. Would France escape?

“This is Traffic Cop 13 to Camera Unit 12. Come in, do you read me? I’m on it Camera Unit 12. I’m five miles southbound from the runner. I’ll go to the next roundabout and turn and pursue, over,” replied the nearest traffic cop to the urgent call to apprehend the suspect. In his nice shiny brand new Volvo V75, Jonny was a kick arse cop, albeit a new one, with just a year of service under his belt. He was given the job due to his intelligence and skill behind the wheel but mainly due to new rules which made the British Police have to employ three homosexuals for every hundred straight staff.

Jonny sung to himself. His voice was out of tune. He didn’t care, being young and care free. The pursuit and prospect of action aroused him in subliminal ways. “My name is Carpet Fluff, I’m Carpet Fluff and I’m on the way to action. To action, to action, to action! Let me hear you say it people! Carpet Fluff is on the way to action, he wants some gay boy pumping action. Carpet Fluff is on the way, coming to get you criminal boy!”

He too floored the pedal, taking his souped up police Volvo past a hundred miles per hour. He covered the two miles to the slip road to the next roundabout in seconds, his blue lights and sirens cleared slower moving traffic out of the way. Slowing abruptly, Carpet Fluff veered across both lanes and whizzed up the road. A quick glance to check his way was clear without stopping indicated his skill. With huge acceleration his cop car sped round the roundabout and down the north facing motorway type road. He was now on the tail of the distant fugitive, several miles ahead.

“Come in Camera Unit 12. How far ahead of me is the fugitive now, over?”

“Traffic Cop 13, your fugitive is now six miles ahead of you. His speed is in excess of one thirty. Advice you use caution in your pursuit due to slow movers. Ahead of them your route is clear. Drive safe and apprehend the suspect, over.”

“Roger, I’m on the way. Will have him soon in custody. Out.” The chase was on.

France heard distant sirens and saw lights far behind him in his mirror. They were gaining on him! Fuck! Must be cops. Gotta get away, can’t let this lot of drugs fall into their hands. No fucking way! Looking down he saw his speed was a ton thirty – one hundred and thirty miles per hour. He grimaced and depressed the pedal to the floor; in front of him his Audi’s engine roared and hit max power. Slowly he got an extra fifteen miles per hour, his vehicle’s top speed of 145. Gotta be careful now. Don’t wanna crash or blow my engine. Where’s that damn cop? There! He’s no longer closing; his speed must be the same as mine.

“You won’t stop old France. I’m the best homeboy on the block and a kick arse gangster boy!” whooped France, taking one hand off the wheel and raising a fist to the unseen cop. His middle finger came up. “Fuck you!”

Glancing again to his rear view mirror at the distant blue lights, France was momentarily distracted from the dual carriageway ahead of him. It was a fatal mistake! At over a hundred and forty, he clipped the side of a slow lorry that snailed along in the left hand lane.

“Oh shit! Mother fucker!” screamed France in panic. His car spun out of control and somersaulted into the trees to the left of the road. In a huge roar of tortured metal the Audi A4 estate car zoomed through the bushes, breaking full tree boughs like matchsticks. Rolling over three times and shedding bits of bodywork, the car came to rest. Upside down and a total right off.

In his nice safe warm cop car Carpet Fluff saw dust and debris ahead. He eased off his accelerator and keyed his radio, “Traffic Cop 13 to Camera Unit 12. Our fugitive has collided with traffic and come off the road. Can you see on your cameras? Send back up and an ambulance, over.”

“Camera Unit 12 to Traffic Cop 13. Yes, he’s come off the road. He collided with a lorry and spun off into the trees. Be advised, am sending other units and medics now, over.”

“Roger that, over and out.” Carpet Fluff drew up to the accident scene and stopped on the hard shoulder behind the stationery lorry. Through his windscreen, he surveyed the scene and sung to himself in his head. I’m a cop baby, my name is Carpet Fluff. I’m a gay traffic cop who loves his job and loves giving nice sexy men good head!

The crash scene was a simple one. It showed the violent impact and potential of death. Bits of car and lorry were scattered over the tarmac roadway. Already out of his truck cab, the shaken wagon driver shook his head in disbelief at the crash. He was unhurt but his lorry was damaged. As for the expensive German car...

France felt his head to see if it was still attached to his body and tried to focus his brown eyes. Where the fuck am I? What the hell? Struggling out of his seatbelt he fell downwards; his car or what was left of it was resting upside down on the roof. Broken glass littered the inside of the ruined vehicle, cutting France’s hands. He realised how bad his situation was and how lucky he was to be alive. His vision cleared and he crawled out of the broken windscreen with only a bump on the head and bloody hands.

Struggling to stand up he looked down to his wrecked car. Two wheels were missing, the front end was pushed out of shape, where he’d hit the lorry, and every panel on his beloved car was dinted or crushed. It was fucked!

“Good job the Germans build good cars. Fuck the Japanese shit,” he muttered to himself. Reaching into his crumpled suit jacket France withdrew his shiny chrome gun and grinned. Ready for every situation! Bring it on.

Street lights shone dimly from the road giving a bit of illumination in the darkness. Stumbling through trees France went to ground and prepared for a shoot out; his drugs in his car were the last thing on his mind.

Carpet Fluff checked by radio that back up was on the way; it was. Faint sirens sounded several miles away. Looking into the wild undergrowth from the road, the cop saw broken trees the car had ploughed through. Taking his torch out he prepared to enter the crash scene proper.

A sound of sirens made him look over his shoulder, Carpet Fluff saw rapidly approaching lights – the meat wagon and his back up was here. They joined him after a minute of impatient waiting. He quickly briefed the officers and medics, outlining the chase and crash, up to the present moment and then ordered the road closed and lorry driver to be checked out by the medics and questioned. The driver’s statement was very important. Turning his torch on, Carpet Fluff headed carefully into the undergrowth, ready for anything. In his pants, his big cock twitched. It was party time!

I know you’re in here Mr Drug Runner. Where are you hiding? he wondered, shining his powerful light from tree to tree till the beam caught a bit of shiny metal and snapped branches. In front of him was the smashed car.

“Come out with your hands up. You’re surrounded and the Police are here. If you’re alive and okay or injured and need assistance, shout out loud. Throw out any weapons you have. Come out with your hands up!”

Shit, there’s a fuckin’ cop here! I’m gonna do him with my big gun, thought France while he peered around a medium size tree. He scratched his dick with his free hand; his .38 was in his other, safety off and cocked for action.

“Hey cop, fuck you! If you want me then come and get me. This homeboy aint coming out for you white trash, no way!” shouted France, adrenalin coursing through his body. A firm look covered his dark features. This is it!

Holding his gun he was ready. Looking round he tried to spot the policeman. At first he saw nothing and then spotted a beam of light and moving bushes. The gangster held fire, keeping his position secret. Becoming aroused the gangster tickled his penis through his Armani trousers. A perilous situation always turned France on. He was in the mood for some good gay sex. What a time, when he was in a standoff with the cops!

“I say again, come on out or we’re coming in to get you. This is your last warning, come on out!” came back from the cop.

“Fuck you!” from the black drug smuggler.

Carpet Fluff clicked his torch off and slowly moved around the smashed car. He saw this dimly in the dark, it was totalled. His plan was to circle the gangster and outflank him from behind and get a neat quick arrest. He smiled and scratched his balls. No time like the present for a good arrest and another criminal off the streets. I’d love to fuck him up his arse, I wonder if he’s a queer? Or bi? Coz I am!

Time was on the cop’s side. He had all the time in the world, while the criminal was like a cornered animal, hunted and alone, with very few options but one dangerous advantage. He could be armed and prepared to kill. Got to outflank him and out think him. No more talking, it’s time to act!

“Hey cop, where are you? You fuckin’ twat! Come near me and I’ll plug you,” shouted the excited black man. France stood up and ran over to another tree ten feet away, his first position now known by the lawman.

Why doesn’t the cop call back and try to intimidate me while he tries to get me? Is he using the silent treatment? Confusion slowly came upon France. He could be up against an experienced cop, not a rookie. Squinting through the bad light he struggled to find the cop; it was no use. The bastard had vanished!

There he is! I can see the smuggler. He looks a handy man, definitely black, with a gun in his hand. I was right, he’s armed and dangerous. You’re for it now, cunt! Carpet Fluff planned, acting immediately. He leapt upon the unsuspecting crouching figure, from behind.

“Stay still motherfucker. You’re nicked!” whispered the cop, putting a bear hug on the criminal. Not a shot had been fired!

“Suck my cock, cop!” France struggled to say, his voice faint due to fingers closing around his throat. He was unable to move.

“You want that, do you? You criminal cunt, I hate drug smugglers and now you’re in my custody. How about you suck my dick? You cunt!” replied the cop, snatching the gun off the black man and throwing it into the trees. He remembered where it fell, for evidence.

“Keep still while I cuff you to a tree. Move and you’re a dead drug smuggler,” threatened Carpet Fluff. He meant it!

“Okay, okay you win. I’m not moving. You win. Ouch, the cuffs hurt!”

“Shut the fuck up! I’m going to get my cock out. Do you want to suck it? I could make you but that won’t be fair would it?” Carpet Fluff said. Very aroused, his hands moved to his fly, unzipped it and got his long skinny white cock out. “You want this then in your mouth?”

“Yes, you bastard copper. Put your nice lush dick in my mouth. How did you know I’m gay? How?” begged France, gagging for some uniform action. “I love a man in uniform. It’s one of the reasons I became a gangster.”

“Okay, you agreed. You can’t shout rape or that I took sexual advantage of you coz you consented. Right? And believe me, I always know when a crim is gay,” confirmed the cop. He had to be sure.

“Yes. Yes, I’m okay on it. No one must know, okay? I’ve got my reputation to think of, you know?” replied the gangster, crash and drugs forgotten.

France got ready, he adjusted his position and leant against the tree and opened his mouth. A white penis entered, slowly and smoothly. It tasted salty. He tried to move his arms but they were tight against the tree.

Can’t believe I’m sucking a white cop’s dick. He’s got a nice cock though, I really like it. I may get out of this yet and escape jail. He can say I escaped through the trees!

France gobbled the officer’s dick like he was a professional, he couldn’t guide the shaft into his mouth due to his hands being cuffed behind him but he used his mouth and tongue and skills effortlessly. Was this fate playing a little game?

“Just like that, keep sucking me off like that,” whispered Carpet Fluff, smiling.

The gangster nodded briefly. Must be fate dreamed France, giving it some mouth action to please the cop. This is how it was done!

The cop was in his element and he knew it. He started to sing quietly: “My name is Carpet Fluff, I’m Carpet Fluff and I’m getting some action. Action, action, cock sucking action! Let me hear you say it people! Carpet Fluff is getting some action; he enjoys some gay boy sucking action. Carpet Fluff is on it, straddling his criminal boy!”

Carpet Fluff’s green eyes flashed with happiness as held onto the tree with one hand and removed his police helmet with the other. He was getting hot under the collar! Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a toned chest with faint blond hairs on it. Cool night air refreshed Carpet Fluff, adding to his satisfaction while his prisoner got on with sucking dick.

“Oh yea, do it just like that my gangster boy!” whispered Carpet Fluff, his song over. “Take my entire dick in your lovely black mouth. Oh, your tongue on my bell end feels so good!”

In slow deep thrusting actions, the cop matched France’s actions. Satisfaction was guaranteed! “Oh yes! Don’t stop, I’m coming now, that feels so bloody good. Fuckin’ hell! I’m coming.”

This cop sure knows what he wants and his dick is a nice one. I can taste his pre-cum, he’s nearly there. Time to get ready for his ejaculation, thought France, before the cop came. He was ready! Suddenly, the cop with the strange name groaned and increased the speed of his thrusts into his accomplice’s mouth.

In the dim light of the night, the sex act being performed by two men came to a head. By giving head, the criminal hoped the cop would let him off. With a mouth full of warm spunk, the criminal swallowed the white liquid and sucked the officer dry, still meeting his thrusts with head bobbing motion. That was quite something! I bet he lets me go now, so I can get away. I don’t wanna go to jail.

“Did you like that? I bet you did,” commented France after the cop pulled his cock out.

“Yes, you were okay. Quite good in fact,” replied the cop, firmly, indicating he was still in charge even though his erect penis stood firm from his open trousers.

“Good, that’s nice to know. Hey, what’s your name? Why do you call yourself something like Fluff?”

“Why? Coz it’s my fuck buddy name and I use it when I want some free sex and good times. You like it? What’s your name?” said Carpet Fluff, not revealing his real name. That was rather boring!

“Me? My name is France, I’m named after my parents who were French immigrants from Africa and the colonies over there,” explained the cuffed black man, moving his arms to relieve the cramp. “You gonna uncuff me now or what cop?”

“Nice to meet you France. I’ll take the cuffs off in a minute but first I want to suck your dick. Is that okay?” answered Carpet Fluff. He put his dick into his pants and got down on all fours.

“Yes, I guess so. Suck my big black dick then, no teeth though okay?” confirmed France, giving the cop permission.

“Okay then, let’s see how big this thing is then!”

Carpet Fluff gently undid France’s zip on his Armani trousers and felt inside. There! Under a pair of luxurious silver silk boxer shorts was what he was after: a large black penis, still flaccid but growing in size every second. It flopped out into the open air and was nine inches in length. Would you look at that then? France was right, it’s very big. A really big black dick!

“No teeth then,” promised Carpet Fluff, finding his position and putting the dick in his mouth. He kissed the end and ran his tongue over the tip, making the black man groan and moan under his breath.

“Fine. Get on with it then. Ah, that’s feels nice,” stuttered France, sensual feelings overcoming his frustrations at being cuffed to a tree. He closed his eyes and thought dirty things, including fucking Carpet Fluff up his tight white arse. “You can sing that silly song you were doing earlier, when you’ve done this. Hey! No teeth, I told you!”

Carpet Fluff sucked black cock; he screwed up in his enthusiasm and nipped France on his bell end. He felt the big Negro flinch and his body go taught for an instant, straining against the cuffs. Carpet Fluff looked up into the drug pusher’s eyes and saw fire, hate and passion battling for ascendancy. I bet he can fight like hell and have a big tear up with muscles like that! Same goes for him fucking someone, hopefully me. All night long I bet!

“What you thinking cop? You think you’re better than me? I’m the best you know,” taunted France, moving his body with the gentle sucking.

The best? Maybe you were but you screwed up twice. Once when you hit the lorry and then when you let me capture you. Yea, you’ve got the best cock but that’s it, my criminal friend, thought the cop, continuing to suck dick. He’s an arrogant man; shall I really bite his dick hard? To bring him down a step or two?

“I know what you’re thinking Carpet Fluff, no teeth! Keep sucking till my spunk fills your gob.”

“Okay!” murmured the cop, nodding.

France closed his eyes; more sordid erotic thoughts entered his head. Relaxing, he allowed a nice feeling of lust and slow burning orgasm rise from within. It grew to an intensity that was pleasant and rose to something which was uncontrollable, lasting forever with each lick, suck and little nibble. Black cock is obviously the best; this white cop loves my black dick and he’s so fucking good. We gotta do this again in better surroundings. Oh, my Lord, I’m coming!

Carpet Fluff knew France was about to come, his body now moving and matching the rhythm. No longer still, time to speed up! Extra licks followed by deep throat action, taking nine inches of meat to the back of Carpet Fluff’s throat. He gagged and hurriedly withdrew the big member. Licking and sucking, again gagging. Got to see this through or France will think I’m weak.

“Come on white boy. That’s the way,” urged France. It was time.

France spunked up into Carpet Fluff’s mouth, making him cough and choke when some come went down the wrong way. With violent coughing wracking his body, the traffic cop finished his sex act, swallowing every last bit of spunk. There was so much of it! Would it ever stop, were his balls forever full?

“Ah hell! Yes, yes, yes!” screamed France at the top of his voice. He bucked, his lower body forcing his cock deeper into the kneeling cop’s mouth. After what seemed like an age, it was over.

Carpet Fluff withdrew the France’s cock from his mouth and struggled to sit up. His back ached and the recent coughing had jarred his chest. Choking on spunk, disgusting! He’s got a nice cock though.

“Hey gangster boy, did you like that? You’ve got a nice big black dick,” soothed Carpet Fluff.

“Yes, it was good. I’ve had better off my black brothers but for a white man you’re good. I bet it was your first black dick?” replied France, surprisingly quietly.

“Yes, my first black cock. Glad you liked it; my past experience was with white lovers. Here, let me uncuff you,” whispered the cop, moving to the back of the tree. He fumbled for a minute with the lock and finally released his prisoner.

“Thanks cop, my left arm aches like fuck. I’ve got bad cramp,” thanked France, none too happy about his arm.

“Here, let me massage you and ease your aches and pains.”

“Okay. Let me put my cock away first and stand up.”

Carpet Fluff helped France to stand and led him away from the tree. Standing in front of the huge black man, he slowly rubbed and massaged the gangster’s stiff arm. He could feel the tension in the limb. Working in slow circles he eased it out, doing his best to bring sensation and feeling back. Over the next few minutes, the cop worked the stiff muscles on both arms till he was happy and it was fixed. No cramp.

“Is that better?” asked the cop.

“Yes man, you did a good job there,” commented France. He smiled and patted the cop on a shoulder and finally asked, “Hey, are you going to let me go?”

“Go? You mean escape?”

“Yes Carpet Fluff, that’s what I mean. Escape. I don’t want to be thrown into a cell again. If you let me go, we can meet up again and see each other regularly. You’d like that, yes?”

“Okay France. Go now then. When and where will we meet?”

“You know the club in town? The hidden gay club? You must know it? We meet there, on the 7^th of next month. Don’t tell a soul okay? About any of this, say I escaped after a struggle,” explained France. He was getting ready to flee into the trees.

“I know the club; I’ll see you there on the 7^th then. I promise not to tell a soul, it’s our business. Go now before my back up arrives. They’ll soon be looking for me,” answered Carpet Fluff. He ruffed up his shirt and ripped it so it looked like a struggle had occurred.

“Aren’t you forgetting one thing?” reminded France, seeing the cop frown.

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry. You want me to sing to you. Okay then... My name is Carpet Fluff, I’m Carpet Fluff and I’m on the way to action. To action, to action, to action! Let me hear you say it people! Carpet Fluff is on the way to action, he wants some gay boy pumping action. Carpet Fluff is on the way, coming to get you criminal boy!”

“Very nice, thank you for everything. I must go now,” said France, looking sad. He embraced Carpet Fluff and kissed him once on the lips, tasting his own spunk.

“You kiss nicely. I’ll miss you. See you in the club. Go now, back up will be here soon,” urged the traffic cop, waving his arms about.

Turning around, France headed into the bushes away from the cop, the sex scene and ruined car full of drugs.

Behind the cop noises echoed through the undergrowth; back up was only yards away! A good job the gangster left when he did or I’d have to arrest him and bring him in.

A pair of cops emerged from the trees and approached Jonny, aka Carpet Fluff. One spoke, “Where’s the fugitive? Did he escape?”

Back to business, Jonny replied, “I apprehended the suspect but in the ensuing struggle, he escaped. He ripped my shirt and threw his gun over there,” Jonny commented, pointing in the general direction where the unfired gun was. “I have a good description of him so we can put that out now on the airwaves so he can be hunted down and captured.”

“Good, we can do that now. The road is closed and the crash scene cordoned off. We’ll do the same for his smashed car and search it and the surrounding area,” added the other cop.

“Yes, sounds good. Sort this mess out,” said Jonny, nodding.

“Right then, what did he look like, the suspect you struggled with?” asked the first cop, readying his radio to circulate the description.

I have to lie now, give a fake description. Can’t drop France in the shit. “Right then, he was...” Jonny “Carpet Fluff,” gave a false description and then joined his colleagues in securing the area to search the wrecked Audi. The silver gun was picked up and the crime scene would be documented and gone over minutely once daylight came. The suspect was home free now.

 

Jimmy Boom Semtex is into many things. Writing is one. His varied work includes poetry, prose and stories on a variety of topics. Erotica like his Fire Extinguisher Man series, poetry on current world events, horror stories and more besides. Jimmy loves getting tattooed, listening to alternative music, drinking beer and living a simple but fulfilling life. Check his blogs out. He's working on new erotic stories and a poetry collection. His writing career is diverse and so are the authors/poets/writers he’s collaborated with.