TC-233 Cops and Bobbers

FOREWORD

Two horny cops, who are caught in a blizzard with a young, beautiful robbery suspect, find a worthy use for a kitchen table. The cops get their satisfaction, the kid gets initiated to the nth and the table is none the worse for the wear!

But if the table could speak, its voice would be husky with the lust and passion that spotted its thirsty top!!

“Okay, kid,” he said, “you just climb up on the table there and lie down on your back. Keep your legs up and spread them wide—real wide. We’re just going to have some fun. You just do like we say and everything’s going to be great!”

Tommy stood frozen at the table, unable to move. Seeing this, the men grabbed him, lifted him bodily from the floor and slammed him down on his back across the table. One cop held his hands on Tommy’s chest while the other lifted his legs and placed a pillow under him. They moved him so that his head dropped down on one side of the table while his hips were barely supported on the opposite edge. His mind was whirling with fright and bewilderment. What was happening? What was going on? He shut his eyes on the two officers pressing him down on the table.

“First time I ever used butter,” he head Jim say with a laugh, “hope it works!”

He felt hands on his legs, drawing them up; he opened his eyes and saw Jim in front of him, pushing his legs and lower body up in the air. The huge man’s cock was pushing against Tommy’s ass. Suddenly, a hand grasped his hair and pulled his head back sharply and another hand was on his face, forcing its fingers into his mouth. Directly above him, hanging over his eyes, the red, fleshy sack of Gus’ balls bobbed against Tommy’s forehead.

He could feel the bristly pubic hairs touching him and could smell the odor of the man’s crotch. Above it all, in his vision, the stiff cock stood hovering. He was filled with fear as he watched the big thing aim toward his face. A hand was on the cock directing it toward his mouth while another hand was forcing his lips open.