David the Cop, Cop, Ejaculate, Semen
DAVID 189 — David tHE COP 10
He swatted my hands away from his chest and tilted his hips back. I held my breath as he pulled himself out of me, and then I collapsed onto my back, gasping for breath. Strange as it may sound, I still wanted him in me. The thought that no one would be able to equal him made me want him more, not as an angry beast, but as a willing partner. Yet I knew my fantasy of ever having him give me pleasure was gone. He was arrogant, sadistic, pitiless, frightening, and worst of all, handsome, god-like, awe-inspiring, unforgettable. His cruelty made me want to run away, to run at least twenty feet away, and then turn to watch him move, to dream of running my hands over his chest, of probing between his buttocks, of finding ways to turn him into a whimpering, mountain of muscle.
And so I lifted my head. When I could have rolled over, gotten up, and ran…I stayed there on the gritty cement, regaining my breath, looking at him as he grasped his massive staff with both hands and began long, luxurious strokes up and down. He was barely breathing now. He was covered in sweat. I just marveled at the size of his arms, the thickness of his hairy chest, his clenching abs, and his monstrous, crushing thighs, all of which trembled in a pre-orgasmic shudder.
“Oh sh-shit!” he muttered as he gripped his cock with white-knuckled strength. “Oh! Oh fuckin’ shit!” And then he leaned forward and before I knew it, in the space of one breath, he was on top of me, and I was trapped between those bone-crushing thighs. I tried to scamper away but he grabbed my hair savagely and held me. I didn’t know what to do. I heard myself whimper. I pleaded, “No!” not really knowing what was going to happen. He fought for breath and I heard him say, “Oh Jes—I—oh FUCK!” and then he yanked my head forward and pressed his cock head against my lips. He grimaced, and he had just enough breath left to yell, “CHOKE ON IT YOU LITTLE--!!!” and then he roared long and hard through clenched teeth. The rage in his voice made my mouth drop open and it one swift movement he thrust his hips forward and yanked my head closer. His wet cock slid into my mouth. Shocked at what was about to happen, I tried to pull away. He yanked me closer. His swollen cock head hit the back of my throat. I gagged. I heard myself say, “Mmm! nnnohh!!!!” And then I felt the first blast of warm cum slam against my throat and flood my mouth. I swallowed and immediately two more blasts exploded into me. I swallowed as fast as I could, but the jets of cum erupted faster than I could swallow and I coughed and emptied everything onto my chin and chest. I felt the next blast of warm cum go up my nose and over my eyes. I gasped, and felt the next jet squirt against my lips and coat my chin. Instinctively, I closed my mouth, but he kept jabbing his fuck meat against my mouth while he grunted and gasped. Long, hot streams of him erupted rhythmically while he threw his head back and trembled. I’d never seen a man let loose with such pressure. I could hear the squirt of each jet. He must have been holding his load for weeks because he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. My face was soaked. I sputtered because I had to open my mouth to breath but it seemed as though his balls would never empty. He groaned over and over again, trembling, a mixture of anger and contempt and pleasure and ecstasy.
And finally, the surges subsided. I moaned. His grip on my hair hurt, and there was little I could do to steady myself. Finally, he let me loose, and I fell back. I closed my eyes, amazed at the wetness that covered my face and neck and chest. I could hear him breathing hard, exhausted. Carefully, I rolled over onto my stomach. He made no move to stop me. For a very long time, I just listened to him swear under his breath, and pant and shudder.
And then I heard his boots scrape against the ground. He rose and slowly strode over to the squad car. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t look up until I heard the rattle of his belt buckling. I slowly raised my eyes and saw him leaning against the car. He had his pants on, but he was still naked from the waist up. He was looking at me. He had his sunglasses on again, but I could tell he was looking at me, sneering at me. He held his shirt in his hands, and then he wadded it up and threw it forcefully into the passenger seat of the car. I shuddered and moaned. Somehow that movement seemed to say that he wasn’t through with me yet, that his body still needed to fuck…hard…and that some degree of nakedness and muscle would make it even better. But then I heard the car door slam and I heard him start the car. I looked up. The headlights went on, and he pulled away.
And he left me there.
Naked. Wet. Alone.
I was exhausted. I was glad it was over, and yet some part of me still felt that it had to have him. Now, I hated him. I still wanted him, but I hated him, and I stayed there on the ground, finally able to feel what I wanted to feel and not what he imposed upon me. There was such a certainty to what I felt. I was shocked. It wasn’t just a want. It was a necessity, now like water and air and food. I had to have it. I could not rest until I had it.
Revenge.
2005