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copbait5.txt
                     *  Gay porn from the '60s. *

              MORE SUCKOFF, BUT MOTION TO THE PEN IS COMING

      Yeh, he was in a spot, alright.  Here he was spreadeagled over the seats
 of that cold Ford, each wrist 'cuffed to the inside door handles.  His 13"
 meat sucked dry, after both those fag cops had their fill, jism droolin'
 down their chins.  And his nuts!  Oh, shit, they were drained, despite their
 huge tennisball size, couldn't be nuthin' left in 'em, he thought.  Still,
 the storm was lettin' up, the rain still pelting the car's steel roof, but
 not in the torrents like before, when he was being had.  Whether the cold
 (couldn't have been more than 45 degrees outside) or his apprehension took
 the better of him, his whole body started to shake.

      He couldn't control it, even as the older cop Ted bent down over his
 left tit and started to suck it.  But now the cop's teeth were in play and
 shivers of pleasure ran through the blond dude's taunt frame.  As the cop's
 teeth kneaded his tit, gradually his shaking subsided and a warm glow started
 in his newly rising cock.

      Sensing the kid was now relaxing again, the younger cop, Cal, moved his
 mouth to the youth's opened groin.  He opened his mouth to the maximum,
 sucking on the bigger left nut, urging it into his mouth.  Pop!  And the
 delicious nut, curly blond hair, sack skin and all were in the warmth of
 his mouth.  "Fuck," the cop thought, "sure would like to get both these
 gobs of swingin' meat - the whole sac - into my suck hole."  But try as he
 did, his teeth were too much in the way, even with his jaw fully opened,
 to allow both of the massive nuts into his eager cavity.  So, he alternated.
 "Almost big as tennis balls," he thought, "EACH of 'em!"  His eyes rolled
 in his head, such was the delerious joy of the punk's sac on his tongue.

      Ronny couldn't control himself.  Tits sucked, each in turn, while both
 balls were getting the loving licking, washing, sucking they'de never had.
 "Chicks don't know shit," he thought to himself.  "Fuck it, these cops -
 fags, cops, hunks - I don't care what, sure the shit can suck!"   A deep
 and long moan came from the kid, his body shake just tremors now, pleasurable
 nerve reactions of joy.

      Ted then moved his mouth up and down the boy's chest and stomach -
 back and forth, his tongue forming circles and lines - until he came to the
 thick bush of curly blond hair at the crotch.  His hand let go of the massive
 prick, now nearly as erect as before, as his mouth opened wide to claim the
 cockhead again for worship.  He moved slowly, until the head knocked against
 his tonsils, and began sucking in a slow, easy motion.

      Ronny moaned again, this time louder.

      The frenzied suckoff Ronny had undergone not half-an-hour earlier
 didn't develope again.  Ted was sucking slowly, barely using more than three
 or four inches of the massive staff.  Nor could he.  The cockhead alone with
 maybe a few inches was enough to completely fill his eager, distended mouth.
 And, he found, the slower the moved his mouth, the louder came the groans of
 pleasure from the kid.  The more his stomach twitched in joy.  Cal, of course,
 was still mouthing the massive ballsac, one nut at a time - in a seventh
 heaven of his own.  But Cal was alert enough to proclaim his love for the
 boy through his hands as they caressed the boy's inner thighs.  Lovingly,
 achingly, flesh against flesh told the youth his body was wanted, needed.

      Ted sucked for a full fifteen minutes, pushing the youngster into
 several fits of shaking.  When he felt the cock expand and heard the moans
 come more often, he would slow down, and both subsided.  His right fist
 nearly encircled the base of the cockshaft; nearly, as the huge appendage
 was too big at the base even for his adult fist.  Ted thought, "The fuckin'
 main artery under his cock is swollen as big as my middle finger.  Shit!
 I'll never see a bigger cock than this, nor enjoy any as much."

      Ted frigged the cockstaff, to again plug his mouth with the joy of
 a fully engorged head absolutely stuffing his eager mouth.  Now the kid
 was close.  And, again, the spurts came.  Jism shooting into the older
 cop's tonsils, warming even the bottom of his feet, as the now watery
 cum sluiced down his throat.  Ronny's body froze as he was spending,
 his whole body taunt and rigid - only when the last drop of jazz was
 squeezed from his dick by the kneading cheeks of the cop would he relax.
 A great sigh, a moan, a hymn to cumming left the boy's mouth.

      Both Ted and Cal rocked back on their knees, spent.  Ted reached into
 his shirt pocket for a smoke, offering one to the boy, slipping it from
 the pack into the kid's lips.  Then, digging for matches, realized his
 whole uniform pants were wet in the front.  He cum in his jeans, probably
 twice, he thought, just juicin' and salivating over that monstrous cock.

      "You're the finest meat in the West, boy," he offered.  "I'd swallow
 that joint of yours any day of the week - and you know it!"

      Ronnie assented with a low "Yeh, Big Daddy, you suck like a champ."

      "Enough's enough, Ted."  The younger cop was climbing over into the
 front seat now.  "We gotta get our asses there before Warden's lockup or
 we're in deep shit."  Cal emphasized his decision by starting the car's
 engine.  Ted only nodded in agreement, too spent to want anything now
 but motion, and warmth from the heater, and this Adonis with his beautiful
 chest and ass and now-limp meat only inches from his adoring gaze.

      The car was soon back on pavement and the going now was much faster
 than it had been those innocent few hours ago.  Ted remained sitting next
 to the boy, still shackled to each of the door handles.  Cal's back was
 warm against the kid's leg, the cop's left arm over it, his hand rubbing
 the boy's foot and hairy leg.  Still, despite the appreciation Ronny could
 discern, he could feel every bump in the road.  Soon his back started to
 ache.  To ease it, he let his neck and head drop from the top of the back
 seat.  That helped.  But he was now bent backward to almost an inverted
 "U", his ass still resting on the top of the front seat.  Ted moved then,
 putting himself almost under the boy.  He cradled the kid's back on his
 chest.  His two hands again rubbed the smooth, youthful torso.

      "Boy, the warden's in a for a real surprise," the older cop offered,
 as he continued to dust his palms over the boy's chest and waist.  "You
 may not realize it, dude, but prison rules for kids like you ain't the
 same as for other cons.  No, sir!"  He interrupted his voicing to take
 the cig butt from the boy's mouth.  "Still want it, babe?"  "Sure," the
 kid offered, blowing the smoke out easily, appreciatively.

      "Nope," Ted continued, "when a handsome kid like you gets into
 Reggie's clutches, you sure learn fast what the Warden wants.  That dong
 of yours is gonna get lots of exercise.  Heck, you've got a bigger cock
 than any of the punks that live under 'private rules'.  And I know Reggie.
 See, he's the Warden.  And he likes 'em handsome, you can bet on that!
 But he also likes 'em handsome, young like you, gotta be in your teens,
 see?  Handsome kids with nice cocks.  Big cocks - nice strong cocks like
 you.  Boy!  When he sees that giant you're packin', he's gonna have a fit!
 So, make up your mind: you and your prick are gonna see lots of action."

      As Ted continued to talk, Ronny absorbed every word, as though each
 spelled a certain doom on him.  And his thoughts raced forward.  "Maybe,"
 he thought to himself, "this warden is into dungeon shit, torture and
 heavy duty pain.  Oh, fuck, why can't we just head for the border. . .
 I don't wanna go to the stir!"