Kevin's Place

Redheadsub’s Night Out

My boy got 100% on a test and has a birthday coming up when I offered him a treat, this is part of what he asked for.

Kevin sat in his patrol car in the dark, watching distant traffic lights go by and peering into the dark of the nearby trees. It was a quiet spot, between a large park that didn’t get much traffic, and a set of railroad tracks. The road was little more than a pair of tracks in the grass that allowed service vehicles to pass along the railroad. Crossing it was a path out of the park to some homes on the other side of the tracks, used only by handful of kids during the day as a shortcut to the school, and almost never at this time of night. He’d been there about 10 minutes when he finally saw the figure he’d been waiting for. He called out, “Travis! You’re out pretty late, aren’t you?”

The face looked up at him in confusion for moment, then the young man realized who he was seeing. He waved and headed over to the car, “Hi Officer Shea.” He looked around, as though searching for something. “What are you doing way out here?”

Kevin waved him closer to the car. “Actually, I was looking for you.”

“Me, Sir?” Travis asked as he came up to the car window. “I don’t understand. Is there something wrong?”

“No, no. Nothing wrong. Just wanted to say happy birthday. Jim had some of his friends over the other day and they had a bit too much to drink so I had to drag him up to bed. Along the way, he said you had quite the 19th birthday bash.”

Travis looked a little nervous. “uh—yeah. We might have got a bit carried away that night. We partied a bit harder than usual.”

“But not you, though, ‘cause you don’t drink much, right?”  Kevin looked Travis in the eye.

“No, Sir, not too much.”

“But my boy does, right? That what you’re saying, isn’t it” Kevin watched as Travis squirmed uncomfortably.

“Well—umm….”

“So you’re telling me that Jim was probably drunk and confused, and when he said that he woke up to find you sucking his cock, he probably imagined it because he was drunk?”

Travis flushed red, “I—um….”

“And he was probably drunk at school last month when he saw you steal his dirty jock strap in the locker room when he was coming back from the showers, right?”

Travis was completely flustered now. He started backing away from the car, “I think I—have to get home. I—I’d better go….”

Kevin’s land lashed out through the window and grabbed Travis’ by the hair. “I don’t think so, boy, I’m not done talking to you yet.” He kept a hold on Travis through the window as he got out of the car. Once he was out, he swapped hands so he was clear of the window, then pressed Travis against the side of the car. “You stay right here. You hear me?”

Silent and shaking, Travis nodded his head yes. Kevin leaned back into the car and pulled out a camera. He turned it on, then stood beside Travis, flipping through pictures with a soft beep each time he pressed a button. Shortly, he seemed to find what he was looking for, then grabbed Travis by the shoulder, “Turn around!” he pulled him around and looked Travis in the eye again, “Do you think I’m drunk, boy?”

“N—n—no, Sir” Travis was still shaking.

“No? Not even if I say I saw you in the park toilets 20 minutes ago on your knees sucking Ed Thurman’s cock?” Travis, froze, speechless, as Kevin turned the camera toward him. “The light isn’t great in those bathrooms, but still,” The officer hit play, and Travis saw a fairly clear shot of his red hair bobbing up and down in front of Mr. Thurman, whose face you couldn’t see, but who was giving the camera a thumbs-up.

He blushed, knowing at once that anyone who saw it would know it was him. He could see it was near the end. You couldn’t tell from the film, but he remembered. The way the man’s thighs had tightened under his hands. There, where his hands gripped harder behind Travis’s head as he thrust his cock hard into his face. Travis had almost gagged, his throat burning with pain as Mr. Thurman unloaded wave after wave of thick goo into it, coating his tongue with sticky cum. His throat and jaw were still sore, almost half an hour later. The man had wanted to fuck him, but Travis was scared. He’d never been fucked before, and the man was big, so even though he’d actually been hoping for it, Travis was relieved the man didn’t have a condom, and he pretended he didn’t either, so he said they couldn’t.

“You can turn around again.” Kevin used Travis’s shoulder to push him back so he faced the car, then turned off the camera and tossed it onto the front seat. Kevin’s left hand held the hair on the back of of the younger man’s head, while his right slid up the inside of his thighs and under the edge of his shorts. A finger slipped inside his underwear and probed between his cheeks. Travis gasped, and tightened his ass reflexively.

“Mmmm, so hot and wet. You should drop your pants.”

Travis shook, “Please, don’t.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to check you for drugs and weapons.” His voice lowered and got louder, angrier. “Now get your fucking pants down, boy, or I’ll take you in to the station and call your family.”

Kevin fumbled with his button, then quickly undid his shorts. He stopped there, uncertain how to proceed. The hand tightened in his hair. “Off boy! All the way to the ground. Everything.” Travis pushed his pants down, leaving only a thin pair of underwear to cover him. Again the hand tightened, jerking his head roughly this time, “I said everything! Underwear too.”

A tear trickled from Travis’s eye as he pushed his underwear over his cheeks and felt it slide down to land in a heap with his shorts. A second later he jumped as a hand cupped his ass and started stroking it. “Mmm. no weapons there—yet.” A finger slid between his cheeks again and started probing at his hole.

Kevin leaned in and whispered in his ear, “C’mon, boy. You know you want to get fucked. All you fags want a real cock up your ass, don’t you? It’ll feel great.” His finger kept stroking and probing at the moist heat.

Travis tried to shake his head against the older man’s pull. “N—n—o. Sir. Please?”

“No?” Kevin sounded surprised. “You don’t want me to fuck you? I promise it’ll be fantastic”

“N—no?”

“Huh. And here I thought a fag like you would be glad to get some real cop dick.” The officer stepped back, “But I guess if I’m not good enough, you might as well get dressed.”

Travis was confused, even a little disappointed as he reached down and pulled his underwear and shorts up. He’d been frightened, sure that the officer was going to make him do things, but now the man had stopped, he was a little sorry. The policeman was a pretty attractive guy. And the uniform was kind of hot, too. “It’s not that, I…”

“Don’t bother!” the man interrupted him and waved his hand. “If I’m not what you’re looking for that’s fine. You should just get dressed and go.” Kevin wasn’t sure how to proceed, so he did up his zipper, and was struggling with his button when the man spoke again. “I wonder what your family will think. And the people at school.”

Travis froze, button half closed. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He struggled to speak, and finally it came out in a whisper, “About what?”

“Well, the video. Of you on your knees on a dirty floor in a public toilet going down on some guy’s cock.”

“Y—y….” Travis was shaking and couldn’t’ speak properly.

“I’ll try Youtube. They’ll probably pull it pretty quick, but I’m sure some of the guys at school will grab copies.” It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to Travis, as though he had forgotten all about the younger man. “I could try Xtube or one of those. And maybe send a couple of anonymous emails.” He seemed to perk up, “Maybe even one to Jim. It could say ‘Looks like you’re not the only one Travis wants to suck’ I bet everybody in town will have seen it by the end of the week.”

Travis’s mouth hung open, his brain going a million miles a minute and his breath speeding up. “Y—y—you c—can’t?”

Kevin shrugged, “Sure I can. I’m pretty handy with a computer. And if I use the laptop with the 4G stick I grabbed at a drug bust a few weeks back, they won’t even be able to figure out who’s doing it.”

Travis was shaking and a cold feeling flowed through his body like he’d been punched in the gut. His mouth wouldn’t engage. all he could think about was his family and friends seeing him on his knees sucking a cock. “P—please?”

The officer put a hand on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. “Please what, Travis? Please fuck your ass, or please put the video online? Which would you like me to do? I’m happy to let you pick which you’d rather have.”

“P—p—please d—dont…” He was crying again.

“Don’t fuck you? I get it. I already said I won’t. If you don’t want me to fuck you I’m cool with that. Although I don’t understand why you’d rather have Ed Thurman than me. I know he was on the construction site all day. He probably smelled like he hadn’t had a shower in a week, but you were sucking on him like he was your favorite candy.”

“P—please?”

“I’d be honored to fuck you, Travis. You’re a very pretty boy and I think it would be great. We could just try it. I’ll stop if it doesn’t feel good. I promise.”

“R—really?” Travis I looked at him hopefully. “Just a try. And you’ll stop if it hurts?”

Absolutely! I promise to stop if it hurts, or even just doesn’t feel good. But I know it will. Relax. I’m not trying to hurt you.” Kevin paused and licked his lips. “I’ll do whatever you figure is best. You just have to let me know if you’d rather have me put the video online, or get fucked. Completely up to you.”

Travis stood, shaking, hoping that something would change, but Kevin just stared at him. Finally, the officer spoke again, “Look, Travis, I haven’t got all night. I need you to make up your mind what you want.”

“Y—y—you c—can….” He trailed off, unable to finish.

“Can what, Travis? Can put the video online?”

Travis shook his head rapidly no. “Y-you can f—fuck me.”

Kevin shook his head, “You can ask better than that.”

“P—please.”

“Please, what?”

Travis’s voice was a whisper, “Please fuck me.”

Kevin took Travis’s chin in his hand and brought the younger man’s eyes up to look at his. “Don’t forget you’re talking to an officer of the law, Travis. Now ask properly, and speak up.” He let go of the chin.

“Please fuck me, Sir.”

“Well, I guess if that’s what you really want I can hardly turn you down, now can I?” He paused, then gestured at Travis’s legs, then the front of the car, “Well? I can’t hardly fuck you with your clothes on, can I? Get em off, everything. You can put em on the top of the hood to lean on.”

Still shaking, Travis hesitated, afraid to himself.

“I’m getting tired of this, boy. You need to make up your mind, fuck, or video. Now.”

Travis swallowed, and did as the officer bid, stripping himself of everything but his shoes and socks, and piling his clothes on the hood of the squad car. He turned to look at the older man.

Kevin grabbed the hair on the back of his head and shook it. “I said everything, fag. Shoes and socks too. Naked. Then face the car, lay your face down on it, and spread your legs.” He gave a final shake of the hair and pushed Travis away from him.

Travis complied, putting his shoes and socks beside the rest of the pile, then leaning across the hood. Despite the warmth of the night, he shivered as he spread his legs. The next moment felt like an eternity as he waited for the violation to come. He tried, tried very hard not to turn and look, but the moment seemed to last for hours and finally he couldn’t help looking back to see what Kevin was doing. As soon as he did, a knee crashed up into his balls.

“Eyes down, cunt!”

Travis cried out in pain at the blow, but he buried his face in the shirt on the hood, and clenched his teeth. Seconds later he felt a hand running up the inside of his thighs and stroking into the crack of his ass. Then a finger began probing at his hole again, pressing at him, forcing inside against his muscles. He tried to relax, to focus on other things. His eyes were closed, and the sounds of the night seemed louder. Still, all he could think of was the finger until it pulled away. Behind him he heard the soft sound of a zipper, then a fresh heat against his ass. He heard the man spit, and felt liquid running down his crack. The feeling made his brain fire. “C-condom. there’s one in my pants.” He pulled a hand up to grab for it, but the man grabbed his wrist and pushed it down against his back, painfully.

“Fuck that shit, fag. I’m pretty sure you haven’t got anything I don’t already have. And if you get shit on my dick, we know you’re good at cleaning anyway.” Like that, the cock behind him was pressing at him, pushing against his hole. His brain screamed not to let it happen, but he knew he had no power here. All he could do was try to stop it from hurting, so he breathed deeply and tried to open his ass like the stories said, pushing down as though to take a shit, while the hot flesh pressed back against him.

The thick, hard, flesh was stretching him, he could feel himself giving away before the onslaught, stretching to capacity and beyond. It was too big. way to big, Travis knew it. But Kevin kept pressing forward. The man gave a hard lunge forward and it felt like someone had shoved a baseball bat inside him.

“No! It hurts! Stop!”

“Quiet! We don’t want anyone interrupting.”

“You said you’d stop if it doesn’t feel good. Please?” He was sobbing.

“Oh, but it does feel good.” Kevin moaned and thrust, punctuating each word with another thrust, “It. Feels. Fan. Fucking. Tastic. You’ve. Got. The. Tightest. Cunt. Ever.” With each stroke, the officer’s balls slapped rhythmically against Travis’s ass.

“No! Stop! Somebody help mmmpgh.” Kevin swept the socks from the hood and stuffed them in Travis’s mouth, holding them with one hand as he continued to fuck. It seemed to Travis like it went on forever, as Kevin thrust into him hard, pushing his own cock against the grill of the squad car. He felt disconnected, unable to figure out exactly what was happening to him, His body shivered and ached, but at the same time, it filled with a heat that he couldn’t describe.

Kevin spoke again, “”Guess what, faggot?” Travis didn’t know how to answer, and couldn’t anyway, through the filthy socks, so he remained silent. Kevin leaned in close, and whispered. “Your dick is hard.” The man laughed, and stood straight, redoubling his force as he thrust roughly into the tight ass. His voice was full of pleasure and superiority now, “You can pretend you don’t like it all you want, but your fag dick is giving you up.”

Travis felt himself flush red, and was glad it was too dark for the officer to see his humiliation as he realized how right the man was. His dick was harder than he ever remembered it, and leaking, leaving a sticky mess across the cur under him. He also felt a heat spreading through his groin as he approached the edge. He bit his lip, and tried not to react, but his body betrayed him, shifting and swaying, thrusting back to meet the policeman’s forward thrusts.

“Oh yeah! that’s it bitch, work my cock. Squeeze it.”

Travis couldn’t refuse, squeezing the cock with his ass to feel a fullness and tightness that made him gasp with pleasure. The friction inside his gut was warm and filled him with a satisfaction he’d never known before. Behind him, he felt the muscles of Kevin’s thighs contract and stiffen, his strokes shorten, the balls that had been slapping his ass stopped as they tightened and pulled up. The thought of what was about to happen sent Travis over the edge, and he convulsed as shot of after shot of cum sprayed across the hood of the car. His ass clenched with the orgasm and pulled Kevin along with him, the man thrust hard, lifting Travis off his feet, and the cock pulsed repeatedly deep inside of his guts.

“Keep still, and keep quiet.” Kevin warned as he pulled the sock out of Travis’s gasping mouth, and pulled his own cock out of the young man’s ass. The officer blew out his breath in a whoosh and wiped sweat from his forehead, then leaned against the car and pulled out a cell phone.

Travis could see the man beside him, cock sticking out through pants the man hadn’t even lowered, rapidly softening to normal. While Kevin waited on the ringing phone, he used his free hand to scoop some stickiness from Travis’s ass, then fed it to the young man. Kevin lapped at the fingers, tasting the man’s cum and feeling a new stirring in his own cock.

“Ed?” Kevin spoke into the phone. “Good. All done my break. You ready?” He listened for a moment. “Yeah, the film was perfect. Can’t see your face at all, but he’s clear as can be. And he won’t be giving you any more hard time about condoms. I’ve got him all lubed up. I’ll see you in a couple of minutes. We’re at the south end by the tracks.” He hung up, then grinned at Travis in the moonlight. “I hope you’re ready for a long night, fag.”