Jack Young had been a member of the Vice Squad as long as he had been on the force. He had played football and had maintained his Grecian physique by working out several times a week; therefore his first assignment almost made him think it was his last one, as he never had a man touch him in a sexual manner. All during his football years he had players fall all over him, feeling their cock guards pressed against his crotch, ass, chest and even in his cupped hand. That was football, not some "perverted" action. Yet when he got home from a vigorous game, he would go to his room only to jack off. During these sessions, he would not think of or picture any person or activity, just the pleasure of stroking his hard throbbing uncut cock. Later, when he married, he would fuck his wife three or four times, until he could no longer get an erection or shoot any jism. It took some coaxing, but he finally got his wife to suck his cock. At first she gagged and removed her mouth when he came. She finally learned to swallow his cum and seemed to enjoy sucking his cock and not feel him fuck her pussy raw. Then he joined the force. There had been many complaints about the "queer" activity around the park's rest room both day and night. Jack and his partner, Sam, were to "clean up" the area, by arresting any and all "homos" frequenting the park grounds. Both men were dressed in Levi's and denim shirts, which were skin tight, revealing the prominent bulges at the crotch and hard pecs. When a likely suspect was seen going into the rest room, one of them was to follow him in. If the man was at the urinal, he was to go to the next one, pull out his cock, stroke it and let the man see it. If he had entered one of the booths, he was to go in the next booth. Each wall had a glory hole, so he was to play with himself. If the man touched the cop's cock at the urinal or motioned for him to put his cock through the hole so he could suck or play with it, he was to activate a signal that would be picked up by his partner's receptor. The partner was to enter the room and witness the action. They would then arrest the man and charge him with any one of the catch-all violations that seemed appropriate. When Jack was assigned to this job, he was the one to stay outside until the signal was given. After a few arrests, Jack was then to be the inside man. The first time Jack followed a man into the rest room, he wondered if he could even get a hard-on. The man had gone into a booth, so Jack went into the next one. Sitting on the toilet, he pulled on his cock and played with his balls. Since he could not see the man, he pretended he was at home, just jacking off. His cock swelled to its full 9". Suddenly he saw the man's finger come through the hole, beckoning him to insert his cock. Jack stood up, his pants and shorts down around his feet. He slipped his cock through the hole. He felt the man suddenly swallow as much of his cock as possible. Damn, it felt good! "Oh, suck it! Yeah! Eat my cock!" Jack muttered. He could not think about the beeper. All he felt was the man sucking, licking and deep-throating his cock. "I'm cumming!" Jack whispered and he shot glob after glob of hot cum down the man's throat. The man sucked out the last drop of cum. Suddenly he released Jack's cock and left the rest room, leaving Jack to snap back to reality. "Oh, SHIT! I really fucked up this one!" Jack thought as he reached down to pull up his trousers when the stall door swung open. Sam looked at Jack's spit-covered half-hard cock, grinned and said, "Hell, he must have been a helluva cocksucker to take all that meat!" Jack blushed and hurriedly pulled up his pants, as he lamely said, "Sorry man, I couldn't get to the beeper." Again his partner grinned and said, "Don't sweat it. Hell, when some of these faggots start deep-throating, all you can think is 'Yeah! Suck my cock!' It's happened to me and practically to every one on the squad - especially when it's your first one." He reached down and squeezed his hardening cock saying, "The way I feel, I'll follow the next one in. But don't you come in until I drop my load." Jack was amazed at what the man said. They were here to rid this area of cocksuckers, yet he just let one blow him and then get away and now Sam was going to let the next queer suck him off. Silently he followed his partner out the door and back to the grove of trees where they waited for the next suspect. No one came by after that, so the men went back to the station. For several nights the number of men cruising dwindled to one or two a night. They had been advised that this was the last night to be stationed at this stakeout. Just as they started to return to the station, they saw a big man, over 6' tall, black hair, well-muscled and dressed in tight Levi's, walk toward the rest room. As he passed the streetlight, both officers noticed the massive bulge at his crotch. "Shit!" whispered Sam, "he's probably looking for a blow job himself. However, some of these macho men can really suck cock. Wait here while I find out." Sam left Jack, who recalled that Sam had once said he wanted the next guy to blow him. About 5 minutes after Sam had entered the room, Jack began to fantasize what was happening in there. Although he had no idea of the size of his partner's tool, he visualized the big guy on his knees with all of Sam's cock deep in his throat. Jack's imagination was so strong that his own cock started getting hard. Suddenly he had to see what was going on. Silently he crept to the door and very carefully opened it just enough to look in the room. There was a man on his knees sucking a huge hard cock, but the cocksucker was Sam! He heard the big guy say, "Yeah, Bitch! Suck my cock! Take all 10" down that cocksucking throat now! I'm cumming and you had better not lose a drop, cunt face!" Sam moaned as he held on the guy's legs, pulling his cock deeper into his throat. The man had his hands on Sam's head, pulling it closer to his crotch, as he shot a heavy load of jism in Sam's mouth and throat. Silently Jack closed the door and returned to their vantage spot. He could not believe what he had seen. What was he to do? Was he supposed to report Sam as a cocksucker? Sam! Big masculine Sam a cocksucker! He was so confused that he did not notice the man leave the rest room. Several minutes passed before Sam came in the wooded area. "Jack! That man could really suck cock! He was so good I shot off twice! Well, it's late. Let's call it a night," Sam said as he joined Jack. Jack said nothing, but only nodded in agreement. Later, in his bed, while his wife was sucking his cock, all he could think about was Sam on his knees sucking cock as the man was calling him cocksucker, bitch, cunt face and many other filthy names. Sam seemed to respond by sucking that big cock deeper down his throat and then swallowing his jism. Jack gasped as he felt his cock throbbing and shooting his load in his wife's mouth. He almost repeated the big guy’s "Suck my cock, bitch!" He tightened his lips as he unloaded globs of cum, which she swallowed greedily. Jack could not sleep well that night. He knew he had to make a decision whether to file a report about Sam being a cocksucker or not. To be continued…
