Chapter Two: On Jizz and Jeans
Deputy Roy Wallace pulled his squad car into the parking lot at the entrance to Hampton Park. After he’d turned off the ignition and headlights, he reached over and collected his rain gear cussing about what a shitty night it was. Before he opened the door of the squad car, he eased his revolver out of his holster and checked to see if all the chambers were loaded.
There had never been any reports that the Riders carried guns, but Roy wasn’t going to stake his life on other peoples’ reports. Besides, whether they carried guns or not, he surely couldn’t handle the dozen or more of them with just his bare hands and his billy club. He’d need his revolver. And, if he blew away five or six of the bastards when they turned on him, who would ever blame him? If anything, they’d probably elect him sheriff, come next election. The thought made him smirk.
Roy opened the door and climbed out, pulling out his rain gear with him and wrapped the plastic raincoat around his shoulders immediately. As he buttoned up the coat, he scanned the parking lot around him. No cars or cycles that he could see, but then, he couldn’t see more than ten feet in any direction. The parking lot lamps, cast a weak light through the water-laden air. He pulled the collar of his raincoat up around his neck, locked the squad car, and set off into the park with his flashlight.
He decided to stick to the paths, making a long circle around the park. Maybe he’d see something. Coming here had been his own idea. Just a hunch-but he could sense that the Riders were still in the area. Not just in the county, but possibly right there in Hampton itself. With the sheriff and most of the other deputies out patrolling the fringes of the county, and with the state police scouring the adjacent counties for the lawless motorcycle gang, where were they most likely to turn up?
“Right here in Hampton,” Roy muttered aloud as he paused to light up a Camel. Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he looked around, off the muddy path into the spaces between the bushes. For a moment, he thought he saw bear-like forms lumbering through the mist, but then he realized that he was only seeing tree-trunks. The drifting fog gave the illusion that the trees were moving.
He took another long drag on his cigarette, then stepped into the mud and continued his walk. Thinking he heard a noise, he glanced back for a moment, but all he saw was his cigarette smoldering in the mud.
Five minutes later, he had reached the back of the park and was beginning his trek to the front again along a path that ran though the heaviest wooded area of the park. He blew out his breath, half-disappointed, yet half-relieved that he hadn’t run into any of the Riders.
He wanted to see them rounded up, wanted to bring them in or blow them away himself. Wouldn’t that make the headlines? DEPUTY DEFEATS ENTIRE GANG. But then, they were a mean bunch. He wondered what they’d do to a lone deputy if they got the jump on him. From the tales told by the people the Riders had abducted, it wasn’t hard to imagine them hanging him by his thumbs and skinning him alive. They were a mean bunch.
When they got done with the men and boys they’d kidnapped, those guys waddled for a week. They were always gang-fucked repeatedly. And the Riders had even branded some of them smack on their asses.
Hell! Roy thought. But then he smiled to himself. Damn sexy bunch, those Riders. If I weren’t a deputy, I might think about joining the gang. They’re bastards, but they sure know how to treat their cocks.
As Roy stepped off the muddy path to wipe his boots in the thick grass, he felt his cock swell up in his pants. He was imagining himself fucking a tied-up guy, was imagining a whole gang of guys fucking the guy, one after the other.
He reached under his raincoat and squeezed his jerking cock through his pants. Maybe after work tonight he’d pay a visit to Mabel and her boys. Mabel’s monthly contribution to the Sheriff’s Department was about due, and it was about time somebody started this month’s collection. He always preferred payment in the form of ass. He got money enough from his paycheck.
He stood there in the drizzle, smiling to himself, thinking about which of Mabel’s boys he would fuck first tonight, and he was just about to pull another Camel out of his pocket, when he heard what sounded like somebody gasping for breath—maybe somebody being strangled. The sound had come from somewhere up the path.
Quietly but quickly, Roy tiptoed toward the sound, his eyes and ears alert. He heard it again—a gasp. Lowering himself to his hands and knees, he peered around the bush that concealed the source of the sounds. The lamp light showed him clearly what was happening.
Some high school buck was fucking a dude right there on the park grass. And both of them were bare-assed, stark naked! The top guy’s naked back and ass glimmered with droplets of fog and drizzle as he humped wildly on top of the squirming guy. For their bed, they’d laid raincoats on the grass.
In the misty lamplight, the scene appeared to Roy like something out of some romantic, dreamy porn flick. Their naked skin looked creamy and blue-tinted. Their rhythmic fucking seemed to have been rehearsed. Their gasps and grunts and moans sounded hotter and more deliriously passionate than anything he’d ever heard in a movie. He lowered himself onto his belly so he could relax and watch them complete their award-winning performance before he arrested them.
Finn felt dizzy from all the heavy fucking he was doing. He gasped and gasped and gasped, his breaths hurtling out of his straining lungs. He couldn’t help himself. He and Brian had never fucked like this—totally free, outside. And the air was so soothing, cooled by wonderful mists.
Finn was sure that he and Brian were floating together in clouds. He felt light, carried away. At the same time, his body felt hot as a furnace. His hard cock was pressed into the raincoat beneath him and his ass ached and throbbed. He could easily go getting fucked like this forever, Brian’s wonderful hot cock sliding in and out of his ass, his ass rocking up and down to meet his fuck-thrusts.
And Brian’s hard muscular body was writhing on top of him, his flexing chest muscles rubbing against his Finn’s back. It was almost more than he could bear!
He moaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck me, Brian! Oh, ram your cock in me! Oh, Brian!”
Brian’s eyes, though glazed, seemed to blaze up like twin campfires fanned by the wind. Grunting like a whipped bull, he crushed down on top of Finn, grinding his tight, slender loins against Finn’s incredible ass, rubbing his naked torso madly against Finn’s muscular back, fucking his cock inside his ass until he felt his eyes rolling in his skull.
Finn spread his legs so wide that it felt as if his pelvic bones would pop right out through his inflamed ass. Brian was all he wanted, all he’d ever wanted, all he’d ever want in the future. He suddenly imagined himself and Brian living together and fucking all the time, and he came.
“Uhhh—I’m—ohhhhhhh!” He let his voice fly as his cock jetted beneath him, let his expression of orgasmic pleasure sound out loud into the foggy night. His orgasm was intense, violent. He continued to wail as he came. “Brian! Oh, God! Brian! Uhhhh!”
Brian began muttering. He rammed his steel-hard cock into Finn’s ass deep, deeper, deeper. With each humping motion, he yanked his cock out until only the tip of his cockhead kissed his spasming assring. Then he fucked down into him until their bodies met with a grinding jolt.
Finn felt Brian’s cock swelling and hardening even more with each fuck-thrust. He didn’t think it possible that the other boy’s cock could get any harder.
“Brian!” Finn gasped, as the boy pounded him into the ground. “Brian, oh, I want your come in me!” He grunted out the words between orgasmic flashes.
Brian yanked his cock all the way out of Finn’s ass, letting it hover for a split second over his gaping fuckhole. At that moment, his first shot of cum spurted out in a hot thick stream, spattering into Finn’s ass-crevasse. Then he rammed his jerking, flexing, squirting cock into his throbbing asshole once more, and he felt his jism explode in the pit of his churning ass.
“Ahhhh! Finn! Ohhh, man! Wowwww!” Brian’s long body became a quivering bow, every muscle alive and twanging as he pumped his cum-load into Finn’s waiting ass.
Finn’s orgasm had subsided, and now he lay panting under his lover as he was filled with jism. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations of warm cum pumping into his ass. He jerked slightly with every hot spurt, feeling his spears of spunk splash against the sensitive walls of his ass.
“Brian,” he whispered, petting his lower back. “Brian, my big incredible man!” He milked Brian’s cock with quick squeezes of his ass.
Brian’s cock flexed one last time and squirted the last drops into Finn’s ass, then he groaned and collapsed on Finn’s back. His heart thudded like a bass drum. Then he suddenly became aware again of the cool drizzle-drops showering down on them from the leaves of the trees above.
Roy creamed in his pants. Without even realizing it, he’d been humping away at the ground while watching the two guys fuck away at each other, and now he lay face-down in the wet grass, stifling moans, while his prick tingled, and his hot jizz shot out into his underwear. His prick swelled and pumped, swelled and pumped. It felt so fucking good that he clenched shut his eyes and chewed on his fist until all the hot feelings had passed away.
Damn, that was a good one! he thought. Sometimes, watching people fuck turned him on more than fucking itself, especially when the fucking was for real and not staged like the fucking in a lot of those porn movies. Christ, those two guys sure know how to fuck! He’d never heard such wild grunting and groaning before.
He lay there several seconds, feeling his cock-twitches peter out, enjoying the sensations, thinking about what he’d just seen. He hoped he could remember the entire scene just as it had happened, that he could play it back in his mind any time he wanted to.
The scene he’d just witnessed was good for a couple hundred jack-offs, at least. As his cock deflated and his cum began to cool, he started to regret having come in his pants. It was downright uncomfortable, that sticky mess. And those goddamn guys had caused it.
He struggled up to his feet and charged at the young devils, flicking on his flashlight and beaming it onto their startled wet faces. They were still joined, cock in ass.
Before Roy could send his muddy boot toe into Brian’s upturned skinny ass, the guy rolled off tand into the wet grass. Roy could have sworn he heard the guy’s big swollen cock pop out of the shrieking guy’s ass like the cork out of a bottle of champagne.
Roy focused his flashlight on Brian. He couldn’t tell which looked wider—his mouth or his eyes. As he lay back on the grass, his cock stood up against his belly and flopped around like a fish out of water. It was as if sudden fear had sexually excited the youth even further.
Roy was thinking about how much fun it would be to aim a kick at the guy’s exposed balls—they were hanging between his spread legs like two hard-boiled hen’s-eggs, just waiting to be kicked—when he half-tripped. The silly guy had wrapped his naked body around his boots and was wailing away like a crazy man.
“Take me!” he gibbered. “Do anything you want to me, but leave him alone!” His head was buried between Roy’s shins, and he was twisting it from side to side.
It took Roy five minutes to talk some sense into the silly fucker, five minutes to convince him that he wasn’t one of the Riders. Finally, after he’d calmed down, Roy made both of them get dressed. Then he arrested them.
As he pushed them into the back seat of the squad car and slammed the door behind them, he was smiling to himself as if he’d found a fifty-dollar bill. That little bottom he’d just caught getting fucked by his buck in the drizzle was none other than the son of one of Hampton’s most upright and respectable citizens. He was none other than the son of the most holy Reverend Jimmy Trummel.
Now, how’s that for a catch? Roy thought as he slid into the driver’s seat of the squad. Almost as good as rounding up the Riders.
