88-606 Cross-Country Trick

Excerpt 

The policeman’s cocksure look never left his face. Brian went out and brought my small luggage case in, and we said, “So long, see you in Vegas.” We shook hands strongly, for all the world like two college athletes, but all the while trying to say things with our eyes… and then he was gone.

The policeman was busy writing on a few forms, being very meticulous with a carbon sheet. I slowly walked over to the chair at the side of the desk and sat. He folded the forms, tucked them in the blotter edge, took off his eye glasses, pushed his chair back again, and this time put one foot on top of the desk.

“Kiss that foot,” he commanded in a soft stern voice.

I heard him, but I gulped and said, “I beg your pardon?”

In the same manner, he said, “Kiss… that… foot. I said kiss, you real smart-assed big-city boy! I don’t wanna have to tell you twice again about nothing. You just do like I tell you—everything I tell you. Now that isn’t too much for a real brainy city-fuck to get squared away. Is it? I said, kiss that big country foot!”

I thought I should tell him that I really wasn’t very big cityish at all, having been born and raised in a small quiet town in Indiana, but I figured there’d be no communication at that level, so I bent down and kissed that goddamn big foot.

“Now that’s what I call nice, real nice. Just get down to it again and kiss it all over—especially that big toe. You know what’s a big toe, smarty? It’s that thing wiggling at you. Go ahead, down on it, right through file sock. Make believe it’s my cock… and if you’re good, maybe you’ll get a little of that too.”

I don’t remember what I was thinking about, but he was enjoying it. He had me take off his sock and kiss and lick the bare foot as well. Thank goodness it wasn’t ugly or dirty. And how he squirmed and wiggled in that swivel chair, one leg up on the desk. He fondled himself, his biceps, his thighs, his stomach, and eventually he was rubbing his thumb up and down an exposed, erect, thick, large-headed cock.

“Oh, baby, we’re gonna have us some fun. Oh man, I got me a fancy-assed city boy, and he’s got a mean big-cocked stud to take care of. Oh, boy, what a couple of days we’re gonna have!” He picked me up. “We’re gonna have it NOW!” He threw me over his shoulder like a bag of flour, and strode down to the small room at the end of the hall, where I was thrown on the little cot there. My pants were stripped down to my knees, my body was rolled over, and my ass was entered swiftly. He proceeded to pound against me. This huge organ ramming in and out so effortlessly amazed me. I would have thought it impossible if it wasn’t happening. In and out, in and out. His belt and pants and stomach I felt on my bare cheeks. The cock itself was giving me ferocious pleasure-pain.