Ho, Ho, Ho!

A Christmas Cop Story

by Jamie Lake

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“Freeze!” I told him, pointing the gun in his direction.  His hands were in the air, my flashlight above my gun blinding him, and yet I could still tell he was a hot piece of ass. He had dark hair and wore a leather jacket that looked much too expensive for a 20-something thug like him, fresh out of smart-ass Academy. Tiny puffs of hot hair formed in the ice cold air, his soaked Converse, having sloshed through what was left of the night’s snowfall, reflecting off of the trash-filled alley streets. He had rosy cheeks that were turning his pale skin purple and only made him cuter.

I tried to keep those thoughts out of my mind, I was doing a job, after all, but his blue eyes and damp dark hair were so striking, it was distracting, to be honest.

“Officer, please,” he said, his nose was red.

“Shut up,” I answered, catching my breath. I’d been chasing him for a good 10 blocks around the freezing cold city of Portland, Oregon, in and out of back alleys, and I finally had him cornered in a back alley against a brick wall. My boots moved in a little closer, the slushing sound of wet snow echoing. Fortunately for me, I was appropriately prepared for the pre-Christmas weather. Him, not so much.

With his swimsuit build and from what I could see, strong arms, I knew if I gave him even a second, he could scale the wall. Now in my early 30s, I’d been a quarterback all through high school and most of college before I became an on-duty police officer for the city. So I could hold my own.

I approached him slowly, lodging my mini-flashlight in my mouth as I told him, “Put your hands behind your back.”

He obeyed, though reluctantly. “Come on, man. I didn’t do nothin’.” His tough-guy persona seemed a little forced, as if he were trying to prove something he wasn’t.

“Nothing, my ass. You’ve burglarized at least half a dozen homes this month,” I yelled, the flashlight still pressed between my teeth.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do to survive,” he said as I pulled the flashlight out of my mouth and stuffed it into my pockets. I turned him around and put the first cuff on one of his wrists.

I padded his body down from head to toe to make sure he had no weapons. I only found a pocket knife, which I tossed aside. Feeling his tight little body, rounded bubble butt ass, and the nice firm muscles of his back and arms only turned me on more.

I’d had a thing for younger guys for awhile but this 22-year-old took “hot piece of ass” to a whole other level. When I got near his ass and thighs, I spent a little extra time feeling those down and it gave me an instant hard-on. Tomorrow was Christmas and I was stuck working, so I had to get something out of it.

He looked back at me with a smirk. “Feels good, officer.”

“Shut up,” I told him as I pressed his face against the wall and cuffed his other hand.  “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you,” I began to say, reading him his Miranda rights.

The gun wouldn’t be necessary anymore so I put it away and swung his body around, yanking him down. He resisted at first but then stopped when he realized it was useless; I had a good build, worked out every day and could bench nearly three times his body weight with ease.

“Officer, please. I’m begging you. I swear to God, I won’t do it again. You gotta let me go,” he said, his tough street guy persona quickly melting away. He seemed desperate for some reason. I always felt sorry for kids like that on the street, down on their luck and led to do stupid things. I very easily could have turned out just like them had it not been for a few strokes of luck and my pretty high IQ.

But instead, I said, “Tell it to the judge.” 

“Fuck, man,” he mumbled, spitting at a dumpster bin we passed. It was teeming with unwrapped Christmas gifts and served a reminder how my Christmas was going to be anything but traditional.

“Watch your language,” I told him, swinging him around the corner and opening the back door of my patrol car before shoving him inside head first.

My partner was going to have a field day, giving me a lecture about not having called back up and going without him. But I’d happened to be in the area when I noticed the punk and it was either that or miss out on the guy we’d been chasing for months.

I climbed in the front seat of the car and slammed my door shut. I turned the windshield wipers on to clear the rain from the windshield.  Christmas lights lit up the streets of Portland, reflecting off the snow-covered windows. It’d been raining and snowing all week long, typical for Oregon this time of year, and I was glad to be inside to get warmed up for a second.

I took a deep breath, revving up the engine.

“This is fucked up,” he mumbled, staring out his window.

“You’re telling me. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck you with you, motherfucker,” I spat back, turning off the radio that was blasting Have a Holly Jolly Christmas.

I sighed. It wouldn’t be that far to the nearest police station so I took my time. I wanted to make the little fucker suffer, no matter how cute he was, for eluding us so many times and finally making me chase after him when I should have been home, enjoying some egg nog. I blamed him for ruining my holiday but the truth was that I was going to have a shitty Christmas, anyway. It wasn’t that all the guys at the station hadn’t invited me to celebrate with them and their families; they certainly had. But by now, at 34, I’d expected to have settled down with somebody. I’d hoped to have started a family and been sitting around a tree, unwrapping gifts and serving my kids freshly baked Christmas cookies. I knew it sounded corny; but besides being a cop, and a gay one at that, I was a pretty traditional guy. My family – what was left of them, anyway – lived thousands of miles away and the only real relationships I’d had hadn’t lasted long enough to really even call them that. Chasing this punk’s cute ass around the city was probably the best use of my time so I didn’t feel so lonely.

I looked at my culprit in the rear view mirror. He was staring out the window. I could tell his eyes were getting watery and his chin was quivering. What was his problem? He had to know that this day would be coming and based on his rap sheet, I knew it wasn’t going to be his first time in the slammer. Looked like he’d been in and out since juvey.

He wiped his tears on the collar of his jacket and sniffed. “Hey, officer,” he said, clearing his throat.

“What?” I asked him.

“Merry fucking, Christmas,” he said sarcastically.

I just smirked. He wanted to be funny, did he?

“And a Happy fucking New Year,” I answered back. I took another look back at him and he had a suspicious look on his face. I wondered what he was up to. Then, he said it.

“I saw the way you were looking at me before,” he said with a smirk on his face.

“What are you talking about?” I asked him, not in the mood for any games.

“Spent a little extra time on my ass, didn’t you?” he said, licking his thick bottom lip again.

My lip tightened and my heart lept. Was he going to try to blackmail me? This little punk was going to try to report me on some bullshit. Not that they would believe him, but I still resented it. I’d been nothing but professional, no matter how much I’d wanted to bend his ass over in that alley and fuck his brains out.

“Keep your trap shut,” I told him, steering into the next lane.

“No man, maybe… maybe we can work something out,” he said, lifting his eyebrows a little.

I swallowed. He had no idea how much I wanted to take him to a cheap hotel, spread his cheeks apart and eat that sweet ass. But I had to pull it together. It had been forever since I’d gotten laid, not since me and my last boyfriend had broken up. I’d often fantasized about using my power to get some of these young hotties to do things to me and have them enjoy it. I knew the streets were full of horny guys in their early 20s that would get off servicing a guy around my age. Many of them had really experienced mouths and what they didn’t know, I’d teach them.

I imagined swinging the wheel and pulling over into an alley. I’d been on patrol in this area for years so I knew all the best places to go, places where there’d be no danger of being disturbed and I could be alone with this hot stud. I knew it was wrong but I always had a thing for criminals. I’d lived my life as a good guy, always walking the straight and narrow, but where had it gotten me? Still stuck in uniform with failed relationships and a bank account that wasn’t looking too healthy. I loved a bad boy, and this one we’d been chasing for months. I wanted him to show me how bad he could be. I glanced in the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of him. He had blue mysterious eyes and I could just imagine the naughty things his eyes had seen and experienced. I bet he was a fucking slut when it got down to it, just the way I liked them. And God, I needed someone who knew what he was doing. I was so tired of the lame fucks that lasted 45 seconds or the selfish pricks who got off sooner than you could say, “Amen.” I’d grown way too old for that shit.

This boy had smooth skin and his hair was tousled in that messy, scruffy look that I just loved. My ex had been so neat and tidy and used to spend so much time and money primping himself. Spent more time on himself than he did on me. That helped explain why I was so damn repressed and frustrated. I needed someone more carefree, someone who didn’t care, someone who could just drop down to his knees when asked and take a cock in his mouth. 

I licked my lips but then, to my horror his eyes, flicked over and caught me looking at him in the mirror. A smirk danced over his lips, and my cheeks flushed crimson. I looked away quickly, back at the road, hoping that he hadn’t noticed the way I was looking. If he suspected, God, I didn’t know what he’d do, but it wouldn’t be good to give him any ammo to manipulate me with. I had to try and maintain the boundaries. He was a robber, I was a cop, and that’s the way it was. Still, as I focused on the road, I couldn’t help but let my imagination drift away into a sweet fantasy. I imagined pulling the squad car over, taking a detour.

“What’s going on?” he’d ask, confusion written all over his gorgeous face. I wouldn’t answer at first. No, I’d let him wait in the agony of ignorance. I’d find a nice dark alley and pull up. I could almost hear the gravel crunch underneath the tires as I’d crawl to a halt. The shafts of light would shatter the darkness in front of us, but I’d turn them off so we’d only have the dim light of the streets to illuminate the darkness of our act. “Lose yourself in the shadows,” I’d tell him, just like the fucking Batman. I’d open the door and haul him out.

“Whoa, what’s with the police brutality, man?” he’d say as I tossed him to the ground. I’d get him on his knees, looking up at me, pleading and begging with me not to do anything stupid. Of course, I wouldn’t, but he wouldn’t know that and I’d take a perverse delight in making him squirm, watching the panic flicker through his eyes. That smug smile would soon disappear and he’d reveal the bottom passive boy he really was. I’d curl a finger towards myself and beckon him closer. Closer still, until he was in front of me.

“You just do what you’re told,” I’d tell him, running my hands along my belt that was filled with trinkets that could either harm him or turn him on. He’d nod tentatively, too unsure to speak properly, as he looked submissively up at me. I’d turn my back and tell him to follow me. All around us would be nothing but shadows. Out there was a bustling city with people living and loving and going about their daily lives. But I needed to get what was supposed to be mine and in this dark alley, dark deeds would take place. I knew that if anyone found out, I’d be out of a job, but damn if I cared. My dick was in need of some loving and if all these punks were good for was sucking cock then, that was damned well what they’d do. This job didn’t come with many bonuses, except for maybe this.

I’d walk to the hood of my car, my tank, my shiny vehicle with the wailing sirens and flashing lights that sent so many people running in fear. And the bottom boy would be on his knees in front of me, like he was worshipping me, as if I was a god, his god. In some ways I supposed I was; after all, I had the power over him, and the control. I’d slowly turn around and lean back on the hood of the car, taking my time, as if I had all the time in the world. The metal would be cold and hard, but it would take my weight. I’d look around at the emptiness. The smell of the streets might pass by my nose, but it would be like we were in a separate world, a secret pocket that was only mine and his.

“W-what do you want with me, officer?” he’d stutter.

“I’ll ask the questions around here,” I’d tell him.

“What about my rights?” he’d say.

“Your rights?” I’d laugh. “The only right you have is the right to do what I say. Got it?” I’d lean out a foot and push it against his shoulder, sending him off balance. His hands would be cuffed so he’d go sprawling to the floor. I liked being dominant. I’d never gotten the chance to explore it with my bitch of an ex; he was always the high and mighty one, always trying to tell me what to do. No fucking more. I’d lean down and pull his hair a little, yanking his head back, just enough to reaffirm to him that I was in control, just the way I knew he’d like it. I’d get so close I could smell the anticipation, a mix of fear and sexuality in his breath.

“Tonight you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. You hear?” I’d tell him.

He’d gulp and tremble and that’d be that; he’d know I meant business due to the crazy twitch in my eye. I’d pick him up and and push him against the hood.

“You’re going to suck my cock now you. You hear me, bitch? And you’re going to love it, and if for one damn second I don’t think you’re liking it….it’s not going to be pretty.”

I’d take my time unzipping my belt and pants, dragging out the tension and anticipation, although I’d already be so rock hard as I watched him. I’d let my trousers fall to the floor and pull him towards me. His hands would raise up to my burning dick, watching as I unleashed it from my tight black boxers. Wisps of steam would drift into the night air, caught on a deep moan that escaped my lips as I felt his breath wrap around my dick.

He’d take hold of it, all long and hard, and then lean forward to take me in his mouth. I’d look down with a stern look in my eyes to remind him that he had better be good and then…oh shit, I was abruptly interrupted from my fantasy as I had to swerve over.

“Everything alright, officer?” the punk asked me with a smirk on his face, as if he knew what I’d been thinking.

I glanced back in the mirror to see him looking all relaxed and confident, like I was a fucking chauffeur or something. I’d lost concentration and almost ran into someone but I’d avoided it just in time.

Anger was burning inside me. Maybe not anger, really; more like frustration. I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. I felt embarrassed and ashamed at him catching me in this fantasy and in that moment, I wanted more than anything for it to be real. I wanted him to be on his knees sucking me off, those thick pink lips of his clinging to my dick instead of curled into that gorgeous, smirk that needed to be slapped off his face by my fat dick.

Back in my perfect world, he would be back on his knees, sucking deeply. His chained hands would be holding the base of my long shaft as his mouth went to town on my dick, sucking deeply and quickly, twisting his head this way and that to show that that baby face of his was only masking how experienced he really was.

Oh yes, there would be none of those five minute jobs that my ex used to give. No, giving head was an art form and this guy would be a maestro. His tongue would swirl around my swollen mushroom tip and saliva would dribble down my shaft, acting as lube which would enable his mouth to slide up and down effortlessly. I’d moan in the still night, looking down as the punk serviced me.

“Doing good boy, keep it up,” I’d growl. He’d sink deeper below my dick, holding it up as if he was praying while he’d go and suck my balls, licking and fondling them. Waves of pleasure would ripple through my body and a whole ocean of orgasmic energy would bubble within me as I thought of all this, of him down on his knees, doing whatever I damned well told him to. I had to shift in my seat as the blood raged through my system and my bulge stretched my pants.

I swore to God I was going to cum right there. I really needed to get rid of this punk before he caused me to do something I’d regret and risk my badge for. But still, I wondered if I should take him up on his offer.

“Well, what do you say, officer? I can make you feel good,” he teased.

“You don’t know shit,” I said to him. “Besides … even if I did do anything with you, you wouldn’t know what the hell you were doing, anyway.”

“You don’t know that,” he said, offended. “I love sucking cock; been doing it since I was a teenager.”

“Right,” I said, though I wanted to hear all about it. I adjusted the rear view mirror a little to get a better look at him as he spoke.

“It started out with just the guys in my class but then I started doing it for my teachers. There was this one teacher, Mr. Heart was his name. Fuck, he had a massive cock,”  he said, smiling at the memories.

Little beads of sweat were forming on my forehead. I knew I shouldn’t be talking about something like that with him but I wanted to know more.

“So, what would you do … hypothetically, if I were to let you suck my cock?” I asked him, knowing I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help myself.

He licked his lips. “I know you’ve got a thick one. I noticed it the first time I saw you a few months ago. Looked right at your bulge in those tight pants. Fuck, man. And it’s been awhile, too. I just … sometimes I get these urges…” he said.

“What kind of urges?” I asked him, my cock swelling even thicker and tighter in my pants than before.

“Just sometimes I can’t get enough, you know? Like it hurts. My ass literally hurts if I don’t get it in a while. I get all closed up and tight like a virgin and it’s throbbing right now, man. I really need a good fucking,” he said.

I was a pretty good judge of character. I knew these street punks would say anything to get released but there was a sincerity about him, a camaraderie that I felt with him that made me feel like he was telling the truth. Besides, I knew exactly what he meant. I was so horned up, jacking off a good three or four times a day, and it wasn’t enough. I needed the feel, the touch, the taste of another man’s cock in my mouth. I needed to stick my fat cock in a tight hole and hear them moan as I unloaded my cum in them. I loved the feel of the tight little ass of a 20-something-year-old sitting on me as he rocked his ass back and forth.

Fuck, I had to stop thinking like this. We were a good mile away from the station but there were so many back alleys, so many cheap hotels along the way; I had it in me to swing into one and take care of my business.

“And what would you expect exactly if we …. were to work some kind of an arrangement?”  I asked him.

“Just let me go man, pretend I got away,” I said. “I swear to God, I won’t do nothin’. I’ll be a fucking nun from now on. I’ve been wanting to get a job – a real one – for a long time and I’ll just see this as a sign from God that I need to turn my life around.”

I sighed. Why was he doing this to me? I had a soft spot for helping guys and girls trying to turn their lives around. I did a lot of charity work for the elderly, animals and young people, but this was something different. It was like dipping into the dark side.

It wasn’t as if I was taking advantage of him; he wanted it, from the sound of it.

“Come on, man. It’s fucking Christmas Eve,” he begged.

I took a deep breath, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this but ...

“Okay, but,” I said, pulling over on the side of the road in front of a cheap hotel. Its blinking neon lights beckoned for us to come on in. “But .... you do one more thing …”

“Swear to God man, a fucking nun, I promise and if you want …. nevermind,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“I could … we could be a regular thing every week, meet here. I just, I don’t like to fuck around, you know. I’d rather be with one dude on the regular,” he said, biting his lips.

I could feel his sincerity and that’s how I felt, too. I’d always been a one person kind of guy, anyway. Too much stuff was happening in our community and I liked the intimacy of being with one guy. I also liked the idea of teaching a young stud everything he needed to know and having him service me.

“Do I have your word?” I asked, turning back to look him in the eye.

“My word, man,” he said with eager eyes.

I opened the door and sighed. I couldn’t believe I was doing this but I wanted it and I needed it so bad.

I uncuffed him and he rolled back his shoulders, rubbing his wrists. I took him by the arm and we entered the hotel. A plastic mistletoe hung above the doorway and someone had stripped the light bulbs from the Christmas lights that had once been strung along the perimeter of the door. I banged on the door and someone buzzed me in.

It stank to high heaven in there, like mildew and piss clung to every greasy green surface. The wine-stained carpet, or what was left of it, looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed since 1983. The only reminder of Christmas was a condom wrapper with Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer’s face printed on it.

Ho, Ho, Ho. Merry Fucking Christmas.

I slipped a twenty dollar bill under the bulletproof, fingerprint stained glass and in front of the bald clerk. He only slammed some keys in front of me, not even looking at my face. I grabbed them and we went up the hotel’s dingy stairs.

Each creaky step up the narrow staircase felt like I was climbing deeper and deeper into trouble but it also felt like I was fulfilling a growing need, a throbbing inside of me that could only be quenched by one thing: a tight little ass.

I shoved the key in the rusty lock and looked at the boy. I knew he could easily have run away from me if he wanted, but he didn’t. He had a sincerity in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before and an eagerness to get in the room, like I did. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he shivered. It was so cold in the hotel, I could see his breath.

I swung the door open and held it out for him. He walked past me, brushing by. I shivered as I felt his body heat and he flashed me a look to make sure that I knew he’d done it on purpose. I gulped, wanting to bridge my fantasy with reality. Finally, it was all coming true but it was a little scary, to be honest. I’d spent so long having this beast inside me and finally the shackles were coming off and I could do whatever the hell I wanted, but that version of me had only existed in my wildest dreams. There was something different now that it was in the real world. I slammed the door behind me and watched him glide around the room in those tight little pants. A wildfire burned inside me and when I twisted the keys in the lock, it was like I was shutting out all the doubt and anxiety. What was left was a primal being, driven by lust and all the sexual frustration I had pent up inside of me. I prowled around him, a dark fire burning in my eyes and in my soul, threatening to consume me.

The hotel room was nothing much, barely bigger than a walk-in closet. A roach the size of a rat scurried down the wall. The queen size bed was covered with paper thin, stained sheets and a wool blanket no better than the type they hand out to the homeless this type of year. If I thought the hallway stank, it smelled like petunias compared to this fucking dump.

I could see the city outside the barred windows, and the radiator hissed and snarled as if it was as pissed as we were that it was this fucking freezing.

The kid had his back turned to me, and my eyes lingered on his ass and then rose up his back. I stepped closer and closer, able to drink in his masculine scent. He was a little tough guy, was he? We’d see about that.

He turned around, about to say something, but he only managed to get a quick sound out before I pulled his shoulder around and clamped my lips down upon him. He struggled at first but quickly surrendered to the strength of my embrace. I pulled him around and held him tight, drawing his body into mine. I felt his heat and his taste, sweeter than fucking honey. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and yanked at a fistful of scruffy hair, dominating him, making him double over, almost sending him to the floor. I felt him bend to my will and nothing had ever turned me on more. My dick stiffened like a rod and he moaned as he felt it press against him.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned in delight. “Shit, man. You’re hot.”

“You gonna be a good boy to me tonight?” I heard myself ask him. It was like another side to me, like something I’d never allowed myself to express before was coming out.

“Yes, sir, officer,” he smiled, biting his lip in anticipation.

While I held him securely with one hand, the other ran around his lithe chest and down towards his own bulge. He was getting hard, too, that was for sure, so I helped him along.

The room was pretty sparse but I didn’t care about that. All I needed was a bed and the dismal queen set-up would definitely do. I kissed him so hard it was going to bruise his lip and I got even more adventurous, biting his lip. He yelped in pain but smiled in pleasure as if he were enjoying the dominance as much as I was. It only increased his fervor and I knew that my fantasies were all going to come true.

“Oh God, you have no idea what I’m going to do with you,” I warned, looking into his gorgeous eyes; they were dancing with anticipation.

“This ain’t my first time in a motel. Give me everything you’ve got,” he challenged.

I was going to. Oh yeah, he was going to get everything. Fucking everything. All of the sexual frustration caused by my ex, all the anger that had built up over my poor pay and sad little apartment, all the angst I felt, being here alone with him on the day before Christmas. It was all going to go into him, and I knew then that I was going to leave him broken and raw.

I took hold of his neck and pushed him to the bed. He gasped as the air was driven from his lungs and looked back towards me. I quickly tore off my clothes and stood proud and naked. He watched me intently, like he was studying me, and when my cock sprung out from my boxers, he bit his lip in sweet anticipation.

I walked forward to the bed and he came to lick my dick but I pushed his head away, sending him sprawling on his back. I held him down while I pulled off his clothes, performing a literal strip search. I gazed down upon him and ran my hands over his slim, lithe body.

“You like to play, don’t you?” I asked him gruffly.

“A little,” he teased.

“Well, let’s see if you like this game,” I told him.

Although he was in good shape he couldn’t match my strength and I knew that I had control of him for the entire night. I ran my fingers down and then found his cock. I started massaging it and watched as his face twisted with pleasure, then my mean streak asserted itself and I pulled it and squeezed it hard. The expression turned to pain.

“Want me to stop?” I asked. He shook his head, as if daring me to do more.

“Good boy,” I replied, taking his cock and his balls into my hand and squeezing tightly. I had a whole world to explore and this punk was going to help me do it. God, I was going to get him to do everything and I wanted to teach him so much. I had tried to teach my ex but he wouldn’t listen to anything I wanted and I was always left unfulfilled. Well, as unfulfilled as a guy can be, but this punk was going to service me properly. I released his cock and sat on top of him. I could tell he was straining, but I knew he was going to be safe. It was a simple technique we used to restrain criminals but now I was using it for an entirely different purpose than intended. I leaned over him and kissed him tenderly and deeply. I caressed his forehead as I looked into his eyes.

“I’m going to push your limits tonight,” I told him, “but it’s going to be okay. It’ll all going to be okay because I’d never hurt you.”

“I trust you,” he said, his eyes sincere as if he were looking for me to guide him, as if he were anxious to please.

I continued stroking his head, but I got stronger and harder and soon I found that my fingers were digging into him. He winced in pain.

“This is just the beginning,” I said, as I got up and picked up my belt. I grabbed his waist and spun him around. His face fell into the pillows and he got a mouthful of cotton. I pulled his ass up and then rubbed it before I slapped him with the belt. His body jerked but I knew it wasn’t hard enough.

He was going to pay for all the criminals that had gotten away from me and for all the injustices in the world. The belt sang as it hit his skin and his supple flesh was soon red raw.

“Ugh,” he groaned, breathing through the pain and pleasure.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” I asked him.

“Yes, sir,” he said.

“A very bad boy,” I said, putting all my strength into it as I spanked him hard. But soon I tossed the belt aside; I wanted to feel him convulse under the power of my own hand.

I flexed my biceps as I brought my hand back and slammed it against his ass. He moved halfway up the bed so I grabbed his head and pulled him back, holding him in position, spanking him in rapid succession until my palm was stinging.

I was panting and my chest was heaving. I turned him around, feeling like he deserved some pleasure as well as pain. His eyes were sore and watery, so I pulled him into me, squeezing him tightly before I pushed him down to suck me off. I arched my head back and surrendered to the bliss as I felt my dick disappear into his warm mouth.

“Suck me good, boy,” I said, and thought to myself that this was much better than an alleyway.

“Yes sir,” he said, his voice muffled through the sounds of him sucking. His submissiveness was such a turn on and I was glad that he’d started showing some respect for authority. I cradled his head and pushed him further and further down until he was licking my balls from underneath me, and when he was nearly on his back again I made the final push to send him flat on his back. Then, I adjusted myself so that my arms were pinning his legs down and I was crouching over his face. I felt his arms move naturally around my thighs and his tongue got to work on my balls, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

“Higher,” I instructed, and he obliged. I felt his tongue move up and his hands moved too, holding my ass cheeks apart so that he could eat me out. I grunted long and hard as I braced myself against him, weathering the sweet sensations that were rippling through me. Sweat prickled on my temples and my soul shook inside me. I held on tightly as I felt his tongue twirl inside me. His fingers dug into my ass and occasionally he’d take a break to catch his breath, replacing his tongue with a finger and sliding that in deeply to tickle a sweet spot. He’d exchange this masterfully so that I would never know what was coming next. He changed up the rhythm and tempo too, and this unpredictability drove me insane with delight.

I leaned forward fully and took his cock in my mouth, unable to constrain my hunger. I sucked hard as he continued eating me out and this went on for a long time as we tasted each other’s sweaty sex. Then, I rose and stood tall over him. I placed my feet on either side of his stomach and he looked up at me. His hands stroked my calves and feet, and I breathed in deeply as I considered what my next move was going to be. There were so many possibilities and I wanted to know how far I could push him, but I was also so fucking horny and really just want to feel myself explode in his tight ass. I felt like teasing him more but something made my decision for me.

“Give it to me,” he told me. “I need you inside me.”

His lips curled in that same smug smile that I’d seen so often, and I just had to fuck that out of him. I wanted him screaming, to wipe that damned smile of his face. I snarled and suddenly he realized that he’d done something to set me off – not that it would have taken much.

I fell down and crashed against his body.

“You fucking sweet boy, you ready for me?” I asked. I didn’t care about his answer. “Turn over,” I ordered, and he did. I hoisted his ass up again and I licked my lips as I took my cock and guided it in between his firm cheeks. I felt him moan as I plunged myself inside him, going all the way. I arched my head back too as I got deep inside his tight hole, until I was fully in. I started fucking him, nice and slow at first but getting harder with every thrust, until the whole bed was rocking with the power contained in my thrusts. Grunts burst forth with every crash as evidence of the exertion.

“Ugh!” he moaned. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, God, you feel so good inside of me. Fuck, yeah.”

My heart thumped in my chest and I reached back round, holding onto his cock and squeezing it tightly as I fucked him. I leaned over him more and moved my hips faster and faster, not coming out as much but just fucking his damn brains out. I rested my head against his back and saliva dripped out of the corner of my mouth, mingling with his salty sweat that I could taste on the edge of my tongue.

I wanted to see his face though. I took my cock out and threw him over. He seemed relieved that he had a chance to catch his breath but I wasn’t that kind. I positioned him so that I could slide in again, this time facing him. I looked down as his mouth opened in a wide ‘o’ shape as I fucked him, resuming my earlier, frantic tempo. As I got more into it, I felt the waves crash through me and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I exploded. I felt his cock slam against my body as I rocked his young, lithe frame. My hand shot up and I clamped it around his neck, holding him down, controlling him while I pounded him. I closed my eyes as I felt it all rise within me. His ass was so tight around my wide cock, it was unreal, and I told him to hold on as I felt it all come so close, so close, and then, oh,  yes, there it was. My body jerked violently and we crashed against the springs of the mattress.

I groaned as I released myself in his tight fucking ass.

“Jesus, fucking Christ!” I said, drenched in sweat. He moaned, his pitch a little higher, and that only turned me on more. I collapsed beside him. I needed another round; one wouldn’t be enough. But first I needed to catch my breath.

“You cool?” I asked him.

He nodded, uncharacteristically quiet. “Yeah, I was .. wow!”

I smiled. I loved hearing that I pleased him. There was a silence between us for a moment, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the buzzing of the neon light blinking outside. I could see the reflection of the Christmas lights across the street bouncing off the dirty white walls of the hotel room.

“Can I tell you something?” he said, turning to look at me.

“Of course,” I told him, my voice husky.

“I’ve done other things with guys before but I’ve never gone all the way … this was my first time,” he said.

I swallowed. “Are you saying you were a …”

“Virgin, yeah,” he smiled. “But it was okay. I’m glad it was with you.”

“Wow, I didn’t know. I hope I wasn’t too hard on you,” I said, concerned. I remember my first time and I’d wished that I’d saved it for someone who’d care for me and had my best interests at heart.

“No, I loved it. It’s just I wanted to wait ‘till … Can I tell you another secret?” he asked me.

“Go ahead,” I said turning over so I could look him in the eyes.

“I’ve sort of had a crush on you since I first saw you. I’ve fantasized about this day since then, over and over again,”  he said, working up a smile.

I smiled, flattered. “That’s cool.”

“Do you think…?”  he said. “Will I see you again?”

“Do you want that?” I asked him, hoping that he did. It’d been so long since I’d felt this connected or compatible with anyone. I was surprised it was with someone who was 10 years younger than me.

“Yeah, I …. I mean, just tell me where to meet up with you. I’d like that,” he said with a surge of enthusiasm.

“Where do you live?” I asked him. There was silence between us again. He swished his mouth back and forth.

Then, he shrugged. “I’m kind of in between places right now but after I get my job, in a few months—”

“You mean, you don’t have a place to live?” I asked him, sighing.

“My dad sort of …. when he found out I liked cock. He’s sort of religious and … well, let’s just say I haven’t seen him in almost a year.”

“That’s shitty,” I told him, remember how badly my parents had taken it when I’d told them, too. They’d kicked me out as well and suddenly, I could feel the pain of rejection.

“My dad’s loaded too, but … I guess, I’m not good enough for him.” His eyes got misty and he wiped them.

“Hey, now,” I comforted, giving him a kiss on the forehead, then pulling him closer. “We’re going to figure something out.”

“No, it’s cool. It’s my problem. I created it, I can figure it out,” he said defiantely.

“How about if you stay with me? I’ve got an extra room and … it might be nice to have someone around besides my cat,” I suggested.

“What kind of cat?” he asked with a smile.

“Siamese. Her name is Frisky,” I said, wondering if I remembered to feed her today.

“I love Siamese,” he said softly.

“Good, then it’s settled, then,” I told him. “Hey, you.”

“Yeah?” he answered. His eyes suddenly looked innocent, like all of his hopes and dreams and trust rested in me.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” I smiled, kissing him deeply.

He looked me deeply in my eyes, then he smiled. “Merry fucking Christmas,” he responded.

THE END

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I Like It Latin

by Jamie Lake

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It was pouring outside, like it normally did in Costa Rica this time of year. The downpour rushed down the corrugated roof of the hotel, drumming on it like a clamorous crowd of protesters.  Thick puddles were becoming mini-lakes that threatened to rise above the sidewalk.  The occasional car foolish or desperate enough to drive past me, spray blasted water in my direction.  I pulled my long coat tighter; I should have known better than to leave before the afternoon storms.

It wasn’t my first trip here, wasn’t even my fifth. I came here regularly, not only for the tropical weather, the lush green jungles and wildlife but to get something I couldn’t get anywhere else near home: tight bubble butts and thick cocks...in discretion. 

My name was Austin and I was a businessman, pushing 30 – some called me a young genius – and I’d already made my first million with my ecommerce site. I had the good life – at least my fiancée thought so.  She loved the exotic trips I sent her on, the shopping sprees, whatever it took to keep her happy. She was a gorgeous blonde, tight little body, smart as a whip, and she would make me a good wife. She was the kind of woman I could show around town but at the same time engage in political debates with at the dinner table.

That’s what made this trip even harder for me as we both agreed that Costa Rica would make the best place for our wedding in two days. I’d been offered the requisite bachelor party, typical hookers in strippers clothes strutting in front of me. It was nothing I hadn’t seen before after spending so much time in Las Vegas. And I knew what would happen. Strippers would shove their boobs in my face and I’d just be wishing I had two big balls in my face and a nice stiff cock I could suck instead.

I really hoped that Candy, my fiancée, would be the answer to all my urges. She’d be the cure to stop my insatiable appetite for men. I just couldn’t get enough of men and became crazed whenever I saw a hot guy. Even at our business lunches, I had to force myself not to look in the direction of the hot waiters when they came in my view.

I was a top mostly, but just once I’d love a real big cock in my ass, someone who knew what the fuck they were doing to please me, turn me inside out and make me moan and groan for once. Actually, two or three at the same time would be nice. To be double or triple penetrated had always been a fantasy of mine, I thought to myself as I looked each way, hoping a taxi would come by.

There was no valet to be seen and the doorman had clearly gone on a smoke break, typical of Costa Rica. So, I was outside on my own, wondering if I should just wait it out inside the hotel until the storm had calmed down some. I could always call Candy and tell her I’d be late but I knew she had planned something special for us the night before the wedding.

I promised myself that I’d go straight from the business meeting at this hotel to the hotel where I’d meet my fiancee, and that this time, I’d avoid any chance of getting some last cock. I’d stay strong. Candy was going to be my safe haven. She’d cure my need for cock once and for all. But as a taxi finally pulled up in front of me and I climbed in from the rain, I took a look at the hot taxi driver. I couldn’t take my eyes off his gorgeous face, hazel eyes and strong jawline and I knew I was done.

“Como estas?” he asked with a sexy smirk on his face. There was something in his eyes that made me feel welcomed so I started to relax as I took off my wet jacket and wiped down my face.

“Oh, I … sorry,” I said, racking my brain for the Spanish I wanted to say.

“It’s cool, man, I speak English. What can I do for you?” he asked me, flashing an amazing smile. Smiles were my kryptonite, especially on hot guys like him.

“What can you do for me? Stick your dick in my mouth?” I wanted to ask him but instead said, “Take me to Escazu please. Near the mall.”

“Sure, Multiplaza Escazu?” he asked. His voice was masculine and relaxed, as if he were in control and comfortable at being that.

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