Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Five - three m/m short stories by Landon Dixon, Thom Gautier, Thomas Fuchs Page A

imagined so many times running all over his own tingling body, what was surely a big strong cock hanging between the police officer’s massive legs. Trevor had a thing for older men, ever since he and his gym teacher had turned a one-on-one wrestling session into a hotter, sweatier cock-sucking and ass-fucking session in the high school shower room.
    Now, as he looked at Big Bill bulging out his crisp uniform right in front of him, he felt his own cock swelling up in his tight blue jeans. He just couldn’t control himself, the FILF looked so very good. ‘Well, uh, I, um always wondered what the proper procedure was for frisking someone – for example.’
    Bill nodded, gripped Trevor’s left wrist, and spun the 18-year-old around and slammed him up against the car. Trevor’s fingers were interlaced on top of his head before he even knew what hit him.
    What hit him next he knew, and revelled in – Bill’s huge warm searching hands. The man’s left hand swept across Trevor’s chest, down, patted his pockets, moved around his waist and round the back of him, then ran up and down his left leg.
    Then Bill switched hands on Trevor’s hands, swiping his right hand now along the right side of Trevor’s body. The hand moved in between Trevor’s legs, briefly sliding over his pulsating cock, before diving down and up Trevor’s right leg. 
    Then sliding again in between the young man’s legs, over Trevor’s surging hard-on.
    ‘What’s this?’ Bill growled, squeezing cock.
    Trevor groaned, his face and body burning. Bill spun him back around so that they were face-to-face again. Trevor leaned back against the car, his loins thrust out, cock bulging huge and unmistakable, body shaking. ‘It’s-it’s …’ he gulped, but couldn’t finish what he’d started.
    ‘Looks suspicious. Show me.’
    Trevor stared up into the cop’s hard blue eyes. They told him nothing. He swallowed and reached for his zipper.
    Bill stopped him midway by pushing a hand against his chest, over his thumping heart. ‘Kind of excited, aren’t you, kid? Maybe I’d better take a look myself.’
    Trevor dropped his hands down at his sides. Bill dropped his right hand down Trevor’s chest and stomach, onto the teenager’s wildly throbbing erection. Trevor groaned and jumped, Bill’s hand smothering his raging hard-on in heat.
    Bill curled his thick fingers around Trevor’s cock, gave it a searching tug. Then he moved his hand up and applied it to Trevor’s zipper, drawing the straining metal teeth apart, drawing the zipper down over the thundering bulge in Trevor’s jeans. 
    The young man wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung out into the open air, hard and heavy and twitching with desire. They both stared at the smooth pink, fully-erect shaft, the curved and bloated purple cap; Trevor holding his breath, his heart beating like a speed addict.
    ‘Packin’ some serious heat, huh, kid?’ Bill commented. He reached out, grasped Trevor’s cock.
    Trevor was jolted up against the car. The man’s bare hand enveloped his bare cock in hot erotic sensations that shot all through his quivering body. There was no mistaking what the big cop was up to now – he was pulling on Trevor’s cock, roughly stroking the straining tool.
    Trevor shimmered with joy, prick jumping in Bill’s hand. The man deftly tugged, pulling the teen longer and harder still, tightening his balls and making the semen boil inside. Trevor felt like he’d been Tasered, his whole being gone electric. 
    He vibrated in Bill’s hand, as the older man pulled sure and sensual, drawing out every hardened inch the younger man had to offer. Come bubbled up in Trevor’s slit, a pearl drop of pre-come brought on by the wicked open-air hand job.
    And the shock to Trevor’s system became even greater, more excruciatingly wonderful, when Bill swirled his paw over Trevor’s hood and used the jack to lubricate his hand-motions. More precome flowed. Bill pumped harder,