copbait4.txt
                     *  Gay porn from the '60s. *

             MASSIVE STORM, TEEN GOD WORSHIPPED BY TWO COPS
 
      Cal's mouth dripped jism and saliva as it finally left the giant
 cock it had so savoringly enveloped.  Ronny was in bliss, the second gushers
 of juice having left his being in angelic calm, in total peace.

      But, of the triology, the older cop hadn't been idle while Ronny was
 juicing Cal.  Ted had done his work.  Without a word - for all of these
 things were prearranged and happening of their own volition - Ted had
 creeped over into the front seat.  He had settled himself facing to the
 rear, to best enjoy the spectacle just completed (some would say to
 worship anew the blond Adonis with the Dick of Death).

      And, looking into the face of the older cop in the front seat, Ronny
 sensed what they would be doing.  Too late, Ronny was much too weak from
 the double-suck to do any resisting.  Now his legs were pushed over the
 back of the front seat - with Cal grabbing his left leg and pulling it
 hard until he was able to snap the handcuff on the front door handle.
 This done, the rest was easy.  Ronny's right leg was then forced over the
 seat and another cuff produced, this one snapped to the right front
 door handle.

      He realized his predicament: his arms flung apart and held tight
 by the rear two doors, his ass up in the air and resting on the top of
 the front seat, while his legs fell forward toward the front of the car,
 held wide apart, each handcuffed to a front door handle.

      The rain had lessened somewhat, but it was still coming down too strong
 for them to leave their seculuded spot.  Ted had crawled under Ronny's leg,
 over the seat and was again in the back.  It put Ted's now bare ass next to
 Ronny's right tit.  The torn shirt and undershirt still clung to the boy.
 They were but rainments to the worship Ted was about to extend to the object
 of devotion.  Ted could feel the kid over to his heart's content.  His
 hands roamed over Ronny's firm chest and stomach, marveling at their
 youthful definition.  Cal warmly rubbed the youth's thighs and legs.  The
 tender, smooth skin of the kid sent thrills through the two cops.

      "You're a fuckin' handsome kid, you know that, don't ya?", Ted asked.

      "Yeh, dude, if you say so", was the defiant response.  But a response
 of fear, as Ronny was fully aware of his situation.  He had lived dangerously
 enough to know that anyone tied was at the mercy of his captors.  There had
 been many close calls in Ronny's young life, yet he had always managed to
 get out of his predicaments.  This, though, was something different.

      Nothing akin to this had ever before happened to him.  Here he was
 stripped, his cock ripped from two super suckoffs, yet neither cop had
 yet come.  And he was spread-eagled, each limb firmly handcuffed to a
 doorhandle of a '63 Ford. . .police car, at that.  "What'll they do for
 an encore?", he idly thought, not much caring.  Still, they were cops,
 they had jobs to protect, and the storm covered them from outside observation
 like an umbrella.  The rites, the worship were to continue, he knew - but,
 studmeat that he was, all he could do now would be piss down their throats.
 Were they up to that?  What further could they want, other than to cum
 themselves?  Or, was torture on their minds?  Ronny shook, more from fear
 than from the cold.