Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge (2 page)

I obeyed, running my tongue over the mushroom shaped head, gathering a drop of pre-cum on my tongue. The salty taste of his cock and the velvet smoothness of his skin made me hungry for more, so I put my nose up against his big balls and ran my tongue all the way up his shaft. When I reached the top, I put my lips over my teeth and took the big head inside my mouth.

I could get about an inch of the cock into my mouth before I started choking, but Cain didn’t seem to mind.

“Just suck on the head. Use your hands on my balls and at the base,” he ordered patiently, waiting for me to comply. I wrapped my hand around the fat base of his cock - warm and throbbing - and began jerking him off as I licked and worked the big head with my mouth and tongue, rolling his heavy balls around in my hand. Cain leaned back against my door and dropped his hands to his sides. “That feels amazing,” he moaned, hips stuttering as I experimented by twisting my tongue under his his cock-head.

After blowing him for about five minutes my jaw started to get sore, but I was having the time of my life.

“My turn,” Cain said, before I had gotten him to come. He leaned down and pulled me up, grabbing me by my waist and lifting me off the floor, and carried me to the bed. I held on to his big arms for support, amazed that he could pick me up so easily. He dropped me on the edge of my bed and sank down to his knees in front of me.

In short order he had my pants down around my ankles and was sucking my cock into his mouth. My cock was much smaller than his, but still a respectable five and a half inches.

The feel of his wet tongue working my shaft, his throat swallowing me to the root, was more than I could handle. I started to come within seconds of feeling his mouth on my dick, and it felt as amazing as it was embarrassing. Cain swallowed down my load, licking my head clean as he pulled off. When he stood up he jammed his cock into my mouth, but this time he controlled the blow-job.

Cain held me by the back of the throat, jamming his dick in deep, ignoring the way I gagged and coughed. He shoved about four inches inside, fucking in and out with small movements for about ten seconds, before pulling out and shooting his load onto my tongue.

I greedily sucked down his offering, licking his sensitive cock-head clean of seed until he pulled out and pushed me back on the bed.

Cain climbed on top of me, once again kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I knew he must also taste himself on mine. He didn’t care.

We kissed, cocks hard and pressed together, until we heard my brother yelling from the first floor. Cain jumped up and tucked his cock into his pants, smiling at me as he walked to the door.

“Thanks Ethan. You were great,” he said, stepping out and yelling down to Levi that he was coming.

I lay on my bed, deciding that I would cling to this feeling for as long as I could.

***

“So what did you and Cain talk about yesterday?” Levi asked me as we ate breakfast. My mom had made us pancakes before rushing to work, and Levi and I had been eating together silently for the past ten minutes.

“What?” I asked, wondering what Cain had told him.

“Cain said he hung out with you while I went out for pizza. What did you talk about?”

I didn’t really know what to say. What
would
Cain and I talk about?

“Fucking hell! You slept with him?” Levi looked distressed, shoulders slumped in excessive defeat.

“What?” I asked, wondering why he’d jumped to this conclusion. Was Cain that predictable? I certainly wasn’t likely to have initiated anything.

“I don’t want to know,” Levi said, shaking his head. “This is such a violation of the brother code, though. Don’t sleep with your brother’s best friend!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, hesitantly. Not really sorry at all.

“Wait a minute! You actually slept with him?” Levi looked incredulous. Had he not already established this?

“Cain slept with my little brother?! That fucker!”

I decided to just stay quiet and just eat my pancakes while Levi ranted about the various ‘codes’ that had been broken.

“I’m not mad because he’s a guy, you know that, right?” Levi said, suddenly looking serious. We’d never really talked about the gay thing. My mom had been the one to tell him I was gay, and Levi had never really reacted other than erasing gay slurs from his vocabulary. “I’m mad because he’s my best friend, and he shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

It was sweet, if a little condescending.

“He didn’t take advantage of me,” I said. “He’s hot and I wanted to fool around with him, so I did.”

Levi looked pained, but he didn’t push it. I asked him how his research was going, trying to steer the conversation away from Cain, and Levi started telling me about the articles he had been reading.

Apparently he really had been working, because he seemed to know his stuff.

***

After talking animatedly for ten minutes, he was interrupted by the honking of a horn outside. I rushed up and grabbed my bag, saying goodbye as I headed out the door.

My best friend, Victoria, was waiting for me in her Honda impatiently. She was the one who was late, though, so I didn’t feel too bad.

“Get in! Get in! Get in!” she cried as I put my bag in the back seat. “If I get in late one more time I get detention,” she complained, hitting the gas the minute I closed the door.

The day like any other Monday. I sat with Victoria during lunch - she’d been late and would have to stay after school and serve detention - and talked about nothing in particular.

“Did you do anything fun this weekend?” she asked, eating her yogurt, being gross and eating it plain.

I debated telling her about Cain. She would freak out if she found out that I’d given - and received - a blow-job from Officer Sexy, Cain’s nickname around the school after he’d been the department’s representative for career day.

“No, not really,” I replied. “You?”

***

When the final bell rang I packed up my bag and headed outside. It was a nice day, and I decided to walk rather than wait for Victoria or get a ride from someone else.

I was halfway home when I heard a motorcycle coming up behind me. I turned around, and sure enough, there was Cain.

I watched as the hunky cop stopped his bike next to me, looking like some sort of gay porn fantasy. He was wearing a helmet and sunglasses, obscuring his face and emphasizing his big jaw. A shiny leather jacket clung to his wide shoulders and on his muscular legs were a pair of skin tight breeches and big, knee high boots.

“Ethan, good to see you again,” Cain said, sitting back on his bike as he looked me over from behind his mirrored shades.

“Hi, Cain. Nice to see you too,” I said, smiling and feeling shy. My dick was getting hard, and I wanted to ask him if I could feel the leather of his jacket, or maybe touch his belt, but I figured that would be creepy. I would just stare greedily.

“I’m actually done with my shift. You want to come over to my place and have some fun?” Cain asked, grabbing his crotch with his big gloved hand, making sure I knew what kind of
fun
he was talking about.

“Yes.” I didn’t have to think about it. I wanted as much of him as I could get.

“You want to ride with me?” Cain smirked, his lips curling up as though he already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” I answered breathlessly, already salivating at the idea of sitting behind him on the bike, pressed up close to his broad leather-clad back. I realized I was close to drooling, so I swallowed and waited for Cain to tell me what to do.

“Hop on,” Cain said, scooting forward to make room. I did as he instructed, awkwardly climbing onto the bike, wrapping my arms around him. I leaned against his back, my pants uncomfortably tight as I felt the smooth leather under my hands.

Cain grabbed my wrists in his big hands, pulling me further into his back and wrapping my arms around his waist. Being manhandled - even in such a small way - by the strapping cop was enough to make me moan. Cain heard and chuckled.

“Do you have a thing for cops, Ethan?” He was still holding my wrists, rubbing his thumb over my pulse. I pressed my face against his back, feeling embarrassed and horny as fuck.

“Yes,” I answered honestly, hoping he wouldn’t be offended.

“You’re going to enjoy this, then,” he laughed, putting his hands on back on the bike and taking off.

I wasn’t wearing a helmet, and without a coat I was quickly getting cold, but the trip was over in less than five minutes. I guess that’s why Cain had let me ride. I got off the bike, stumbling slightly, waiting as Cain stepped off with a confident swing of his leg.

“You ready?” Cain asked, placing a gloved hand on my neck as we walked up towards the front door of his house. I wondered if he lived alone, guessing that he did.

“Yes,” I replied, feeling excited. Being marched along by the big cop as he held my neck in a tight grip was like something out of a fantasy. I loved how his uniform added to his authority, making him seem hard and dominant. The way his sunglasses obscured his eyes and the way the big strap under his chin emphasized his jaw were also really hot.

We made it inside, Cain pulling off his helmet and glasses, leaving everything else on. The big cop stopped, still holding me by the neck, before turning around and backing me up against the door.

“If things get too rough, or you don’t like what we’re doing, just say red. OK?” Cain said seriously, holding my shoulders with his big hands as he rubbed his thumbs over my clavicle, gloved fingers framing my throat. It was beyond hot, and the idea that I might need a fucking safeword only added to my lusty anticipation.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, submitting to his authority. He smirked wider, hands tightening at the respectful address.

“If things get too rough, what do you say?” Cain asked, big gloved hands closing around my throat. Before I could utter a word he started squeezing.

The feel of his leather-clad hands around my throat was probably the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Almost forgetting to answer his question, I managed to croak out a weak, “Red.”

“Good,” Cain said, hands loosening but not letting go. “I’m going to cuff you, frisk you and fuck you. I don’t want you touching yourself or coming without permission, do you understand?”

I didn’t think I would need to touch myself to come if he kept this up. I’d just shoot in my pants. Nevertheless I nodded.

He slapped my face.

It wasn’t hard, the gloved hand barely leaving a sting, but it shocked the hell out of me. I
loved
it.

He waited a second - assessing whether the slap had been too rough and giving me a chance to safeword - before growling, “When I ask you a question I expect an answer!”

“Yes, Sir!” I said. I knew it didn’t mesh with the whole scene we were doing, but I couldn’t help but smile. This was so
hot
.

Cain’s stern facade cracked for a second, his smile answering mine. Then he got himself together, mouth flattening out into a hard line. He slapped me again, slightly harder, as he pinned me to the door with a hand on my throat.

Cain stepped in close, pushing me against the door by puffing out his powerful chest. I felt his big pecs pushing into my face as he reached down to his belt, getting his cuffs. He stepped back, grabbing my arms and spinning me around, slamming me up against the door. Within seconds my arms were cuffed and Cain’s big booted feet were pushing my legs apart. When my legs were spread sufficiently wide - thighs aching from the stretch - Cain bent down and began a slow pat down of my body.

The sexy cop started at my ankles, working his way up over my knees until he reached my thighs. He groped and squeezed my inner thighs, one hand occasionally moving to his own groin to give the bulge a squeeze of its own.

When Cain - hot and in control - began feeling up my crotch, grabbing my bulge and kneading my balls and hard cock in his meaty hand, I lost it. I couldn’t hold back, the stimulation and situation too much.

I came in my pants like the teenager I was.

Cain stopped what he was doing, my hips stuttering as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

“What did I tell you?” Cain stood up and clutched my neck in a tight grip, pushing me into the door. “What did I fucking tell you!?”

“Don’t come without permission,” I said, not really sorry. I could never regret feeling that good.

“Did you obey me?” Cain’s voice was low and menacing. It was ridiculously hot, and my cock stayed hard. My underwear were sticky and uncomfortable, but I didn’t care.

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir,” I said, face pressed up against the door, the wood cold and hard against my cheek.

Cain let go of my neck and leaned his body into my back. He reached his hands around my waist and undid the button on my pants, pulling them down and exposing my come-coated cock, balls and ass. I had to move my legs together for Cain to get the jeans down, but once they were off the cop’s big booted feet pushed my legs apart again. I shivered as I felt the leather boot touch my ankle, wondering if Cain might let me dry hump his boots later.

Once my pants were off, Cain positioned himself next to me, getting down on one knee. He grabbed my cuffed arm and pulled me over his uniform-clad thigh, bringing his gloved hand down on my ass.