Alabama Boys, Won't You Put Out Tonight?

Sam Colsen didn't want the damned Prisoner Guard job anyway.  He had come straight from the Police Academy to the Folsom County, Alabama, Highway Patrol Department, a bright and eager young man, ready to clean up the highways of Alabama, especially Folsom County, of riff-raff, speeders and criminals in general, and make them safe for good of' Southern boys, especially good ol' WHITE, Alabama Southern boys.

And the first thing that fucking, goober grabbling, red necked sergeant had done was assign him to the newly operational Folsom County Chain Gang.  He fumed as he stood in the blazing, Alabama sunshine and watched the no good shit heads pounding rock into gravel.

He knew he could still get off this shit detail.  All he had to do was let the big, good looking, horny fucker suck his dick, and he could be in his own patrol car tooling up and down the highway tomorrow.

As he thought about it he felt his cock stir in his sweaty briefs, its circumcised head chaffed by his tight uniform pants.  As he became more and more uncomfortable in the breezeless, ninety-nine degree temperature, he thought back to his initial interview with the big, handsome, blond stud and wondered what had actually caused him to rebuff the man.  He decided it was the Sergeant's confident, self-assured attitude, the openly suggestive way he stroked his bulging crotch as he stared boldly at Sam's. As Sam pointedly ignored the man's invitation to a sexual liaison, the Sergeant's face hardened and he became decidedly less friendly.  "Well, lets see now, Rookie, what assignments we have open.  Oh, yes, this just came in today - Camp Ten needs a - lemme see, how did they put it?  An officer capable of handling young roughnecks and hard time recidivists. You look to me like you could handle a mean ol' club, stud!  Report to the camp Commandant tomorrow morning at six.  That's all.  Dismissed." As Sam turned to go, the Sergeant's voice halted him at the door, "Uh, Colsen, if anything of a personal or private nature comes up that you can't handle, see me.  I'm an expert in getting things straight for young officers." Sam grinned at him and let his hand brush his fly and linger for a moment. "Yes, Sir, Sergeant.  If anything comes up I think you might wanna see, I'll bring it right to you."

Now, as he swatted away the sweat bees that stung his neck and wrists, he thought, O.K., Sarge, you're gonna get your chance to swallow this big man meat tonight.  I ain't dancin' on this rock pile tomorrow.  Not when a good hot load of gism down your throat will save me.

When the trucks rolled up to the gravel site at 4:45 p.m. He felt almost as dirty and grimy, tired and hot and sweaty as the prisoners.  Now he jumped on the last of the trucks and sat beside a young, perhaps twenty years old, muscled and tanned boy whom he had been eyeing speculatively all day.

The man had early on removed his blue denim shirt and tied it around his waist. Now he spread his chained legs slightly and taking both hands, cupped and adjusted his dick and balls so that he sat more comfortably.  Sam found himself openly staring at the boy's humongous pair of balls and the outline of a cock which seemed to be hardening slightly.  He jerked his head up and found the young prisoner staring directly into his eyes, a slight smile hovering about his lips.  Sam brought his own knees together primly, fearing his cock might betray him with an involuntary response.  Until they reached camp he stared out at the dusty, country road receding behind the truck.

After the prisoner head count was completed, Sam took a quick shower and slipped into a pair of loose fitting shorts and an open fronted shirt.  He didn't bother to put on any underwear.

Finding a phone, he dialed the Highway Patrol Headquarters and asked for Sergeant Raglan.  When the Sergeant responded, Sam spoke with just the right amount of subservience in his voice, "Sergeant Raglan?  This is Sam Colsen-, how are you sir?"

"Ah, Colsen!  How's the old rock bustin' business?  Not giving you the stone ache, is it?" He gave a loud laugh at his own joke. "Well, it just might be something like that, Sir.  You told me that if anything came up that was too hard for me to handle, to give you a holler. Well, first, I think I need to apologize to you for gettin' off on the wrong foot at our interview yesterday."

"S'O.K., Colsen, apology accepted."

"Thanks, Sergeant.  Say, I noticed a honky tonk a couple miles down Route Ten from your headquarters.  I'm off the rocks for the rest of the afternoon.  Care to meet me for a couple brews?"

"Don't mind if I do.  Its six o'clock now.  How 'bout quarter to seven? And by the way, Colsen, I think I know a patrol car that's missing a driver starting in the morning."

"Holy hell!  Thanks, Sarge.  After today, that sounds almost as good as gettin' head in a feather bed!"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, Sammy boy.  I'd hate to think I'd give up a good come guzzler for a gas guzzler!"

Sam laughed, "You're right, Sergeant.  I think I might have gotten just a little carried away with that comparison.  See you in about thirty minutes." He borrowed a jeep from the camp motor pool and drove to the beer joint on route ten.

When he entered, Sergeant Raglan had already taken a table in one dark corner of the room.  He had already ordered two Dixie beers and when he saw Sam, he signaled the waitress who brought two frosted mugs to the table. Sam said, "You got here pretty fast, Sergeant Raglan."

"Name's Jerry, Sam." As Sam started to sit in the booth with the table between them, Jerry said, "Scoot over on this side and sit next to the wall.  Its more cozy."

Sam started a weak protest, "But - Oh, look around you, honey chile! See any clod hopper farmer types?"

Just as he asked, the juke box started up with a Dolly Parton number and two handsome young men began a slow dance, their bodies closely pressed together.

Sam looked at Jerry and silently mouthed the word "Gay?"

Jerry laughed, "Queer as a crutch!" he said, "bother you?"

Sam said, "Not me, man!  Makes what I wanted to talk to you about a hell of a lot easier."

Jerry patted Sam's cheek with one hand and thrust the other deep into his crotch.  He began a slow, jacking motion on the already responding, eleven inch cock.

As Sam spread his legs, Jerry said, "I knew I'd spotted a kindred spirit yesterday.  Sorta puzzled me and pissed me off when you gave me the old cold shoulder.  I never thought before I was that hard to take."

"You aren't, big guy.  I just had a hair cross wise.  Believe me, eight hours of that heat and rock dust showed me how much more fun swallowing that big southern cock would be." Sam let his own hand slide into Jerry’s crotch and he said, "God damn, I was proud of mine up to now! Are you packing twelve inches?"

Jerry grinned and scooted his crotch further into Sam's hand, "More like thirteen!" he said.

"Finish your beer, babe," the Sergeant said to Sam, "and lets get out of here.  I know you haven't had time to find an apartment, so if you're willing to let me set the rules, I'd sure like to have you move in with me. Willing to let me play top to your bottom, babe?  I'm into heavy discipline, ball and tit torture and slave and master games.  Are you willing to be my sex slave?"

Sam shivered as he began to realize what he was letting himself in for. Never-the-less, he leaned over and licked Jerry's dick and ball engorged crotch.  "I've never played that role before, sir, but I'm willing to try." As Jerry keyed open his apartment door, he said, "O.K., rule number one: You don't get beyond the front hall with any clothes on.  So outta those shorts and shirt.  Lets see that ass and crotch open for your master's inspection.  On your knees!  Crawl over here and lick my cock." Sam said, "Yes, sir," and naked, dropped to his knees.

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir, master, sir."

He crawled to the other man who stood with his legs spread, his crotch thrust forward.  Sam raised his hands and unzipped Jerry's fly-, reaching inside he pulled out the biggest, fattest cock he'd ever seen.  As he skinned it back and laid his tongue across the gaping piss slit, the penis started to swell visibly.

Sam licked it and put the huge, exposed head into his mouth, feeling it instantly harden and fill his mouth, searching for his throat.  Jerry pulled his dick out and said to him, "Let me lay out your daily pattern, beginning when you get home; if you get here first, undress and wait on your knees here in the hall for me to get home.  You may kneel on a pillow. Greet me and then lick my boots and if I signal you to do so, take my cock out and kiss it.  If I have someone with me, it will not change your routine.  Whoever it is will be perfectly aware of your status.  Chances are you'll service him also.  Come on to the bedroom, you handsome fucker! I want to drain those big stud balls before I cram my thirteen inches down your throat and up that tight virgin man hole!"

Unlike Sam, Jerry had kept his uniform on and now he made the young rookie kneel by the bed and remove his clothing.  By the time Sam had him completely naked, Jerry's cock was hard as a rock and standing straight up. Sam had large hands, but it still took both to reach around the man's dick. Jerry said to the young patrolman, "I need to start this relationship off right; look in that top dresser drawer and bring me the little cock whip lying on top.  Also take my belt out of my pants.  Ever had your cock and balls and ass whipped before?"

"I - I was paddled, master, at an Academy hazing and forced to suck off the senior cadets, but they didn't whip my cock and balls, sir."

"Well, you won't be able to say that anymore.  Laying the cat on big dicks and balls and ass cracks puts me on cloud nine.  Put your hands together, I'm going to cuff you."

After doing so, Jerry ordered Sam to spread his legs as wide as he could so that his long, dangling cock and heavy balls swung freely.  Without further delay he began stroking the man's privates with the leather lash, causing long, red slash marks to encircle the man's cock and stripe his smooth, hairless balls.  At first, Sam tried to remain manfully silent, but as the agony increased, he could no longer hold back and began to cry and moan with the pain.  He started to plead, "Please, master, sir, I've never been hurt like this before!  Please, lord, forgive me for being rude to you yesterday.  I will never do so again."

Instead of relenting, Jerry growled at him, "Hold your cock by the head and stretch it out in front of you.  It needs lots more pain I want it tender as a boil when I suck your balls dry."

He continued to beat the man's cock unmercifully.  Amazingly, it began to stiffen, until he had a throbbing erection - finally unable to stand more, the beaten young man dropped to his knees and began to lick his torturer's own stiff, rock hard cock.  Jerry pushed him backward and said, "Sit up here on the bed and lie back.  Spread your legs, I'm going to suck and swallow your big sore dick.  When you unload, I'm going to spit half of it down your throat.  Do you eat your own come?"

"Yes, sir, Master Raglan. I think about it when I jack off - its always been a heavy turn on. Your permission, sir, to save it and mix it with your hot load and eat them together, sir?"

"Sure thing, cum sucker! I’ll wash both loads down with some good ol’ recycled Dixie beer. Gonna turn my little slave into a regular man piss drinker!"

The sergeant was an accomplished  cock sucker. Seemingly without effort he slid Sam’s eleven inches smoothly down his throat until his nose was buried in the man’s soft pad of pubic hair. Within minutes Sam arched his back and thrust his crotch into Jerry’s face as he cried out and spilled spurt after hot spurt of sweet man cum into Jerry’s overflowing mouth. He lay spent and gasping as his passion slowly cooled. "God Jerry, I mean master, that was wonderful, sir!"

Jerry straightened up and placing his mouth over Sam’s, slowly forced the man’s cum past his lips. "Hold that in your mouth for a minute or two and then spit it into this clean ash tray. I’ll double it shortly with a week old load that, when I drop it if you’re not careful, will blow the back of your head off! You can mix ‘em with your finger and lick both loads out of the ash tray."

Sam tried to say thank you but his mouth was so full of his own cum that it dribbled out onto his chin. He reached up with his manacled hands and patted Jerry’s face gently. He rolled over and spit the load into the ash tray.

Jerry said, "Leave a little in your mouth to coat my tonsil stabber. Swallow it now, babe, I’m as hot as a firecracker!"

Sam made a valiant effort to do as Jerry ordered him, but try as he might, he could not get the last four inches into his throat. Jerry said, "Hold still, relax your throat muscles." Rising up on his elbows, he lowered his hips over Sam’s face and began to fuck the boy in his throat, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into the engorged passage.

Spots began to dance before Sam’s eyes and as he panicked he tried desperately to get the cock out of his throat. Jerry kept saying, "Relax, babe, relax! You can breathe around it." And then he ceased shoving and said, "There! Its all in. Don’t tense your throat, take little, shallow breaths - the air will slide around it."

Sam’s panic eased and to his surprise, he found he could breathe around the tremendous piece of meat wedged deep in his throat. As he calmed and relaxed his throat muscles more, Jerry began to fuck him gently, pulling out, allowing Sam a full breath and then shoving his cock to the bottom once more. As his cock and Sam’s throat became a team, he gradually increased the rhythm of his strokes until he was fucking the boy faster and faster, pressing his face between his thighs. Shortly he began to gasp in the throes of his orgasm, and pulling his cock out, flooded Sam’s mouth to overflowing with his enormous jets of cum.

Sam emptied his mouth into the ash tray and lifting it to his lips with his manacled hands, swallowed the entire contents of his and Jerry’s combined orgasms.

As he looked up, Jerry was grinning at him. He took one finger and lifting it to Sam’s lips, wiped a pearl drop of cum from one corner and sucked it into his own mouth. Retrieving his handcuff key he unlocked the cuffs and pulled Sam up into his arms. "Come up here you big handsome stud fucker! I can’t - in fact I don’t want to - keep up this silly, slave - master shit. You’ll make me as happy as a cross eyed mule in a barn full of jennies if you’ll agree to share my bed and sex on an equal basis, man to man and stud to stud." Before Sam could answer, Jerry crushed his mouth to his, thrusting his tongue deep into the young patrolman’s mouth, tasting the residue of their mixed gism.

His mouth locked in the silence of Jerry’s kiss, Sam let his answer be known by raising his arms and locking them tight around the sergeant’s neck, crushing him in a powerful embrace. Straightening out his legs, he brought their crotches together. He put his hands down between their bodies and gathered their two huge, flaccid cocks in one fist while he matched and mated their balls with the other.

Jerry finally removed his tongue from Sam’s mouth and licked his lips and face. "I’m sorry about being such a horse’s ass and hurting your balls and dick like I did. Guess I was still on the rag about yesterday. Forgive me, you beautiful big fucker."

It was Sam’s turn to grin at Jerry. "Piece of cake, sweetheart! As a rough torture stud, you’re about as mean as my kid sister. The boy next door used to hurt me worse when he was trying to learn how to jack me off! As far as you bringing some body else home, I think you’ve got enough dick to keep me bouncing off the wall from now on."

As the long, Southern twilight deepened into darkness and a yellow moon peeked through the bedroom curtains, Sergeant Raglan gathered the young patrolman’s head on his shoulder and they both drifted into sleep.