It was a hot June afternoon in Carlisle City when young police officer, Trent Tourello got off duty early. He went home and showered, then hopped into his old blue Honda and headed on over to his girlfriend's house on Wendall Drive. He felt pretty damned good. He felt horny as hell, too. He wanted and needed some tight, wet pussy.

He hadn't bothered to call Peggy Ann to let her know he was coming over. That's because he had the arrogant self-assurance of a spoiled, handsome male who was used to having gorgeous girls constantly at his beck and call. He pulled up in front of the small, blue-trimmed white house with the picket fence, parked in the driveway and hopped out. He dashed up the front stairs and rang the buzzer a couple of times.

He looked good, and he knew it. He was wearing a crisp, short-sleeved white shirt, unbuttoned almost to the navel, revealing the rippling musculature of his bronzed chest, dusted with silky black hairs. His semi-tight blue jeans sensuously hugged his hard ass cheeks and gently sloped over the huge bulge of his crotch. His short, curly, black hair perfectly framed his uncommonly handsome face.

The door opened and Trent raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw a tall, very good-looking young man standing there. The guy looked familiar, somehow, but Trent didn't know him personally. He was about twenty, and he sure was pretty damned sexy. He had short, tousled blonde hair which looked damp, as though he had just raked his fingers through it. His eyes were an intense cobalt blue. He had a deep golden tan and blessed with full, sexy lips and a small well-shaped nose.

He also had a towel draped loosely around his middle and nothing else. And his body was nothing to scoff at either. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, with delectably sloping biceps. His tit muscles were firm and cupped, smooth and tawny lobes framed by flaring lats. His stomach was a series of overlapping muscles creased down the center and perforated by the hollow of his navel.

"Uh...Hi!" Trent said slowly, knitting his brow, a stab of jealousy shooting through him. "Who are you?"

The guy smiled. It was a nice smile, revealing twin rows of dazzling white teeth. He answered, "Hi, I'm Barry......Peggy Ann's brother. You must be Trent. She's got pictures of you all over the place!"

Trent grinned. That's why the guy looked familiar. There was a family resemblance. Trent relaxed. The kid was damned good-looking. Trent liked looking at him. He was, in fact, a little disturbed at how much he "liked" Barry.

"Come on in, " Barry said, "Excuse the towel, I was in the shower."

"Is Peggy Ann around?" Trent asked.

"No, sorry, she drove over to Manorville to see our aunt for the day. She's in a nursing home there. I just got in last night. I'm on leave from the marines."

Trent knew he should have felt disappointed that Peggy Ann wasn't around, but strangely enough, he didn't. In fact, he felt rather pleased that he was alone with her humpy twenty-year-old stud brother.......

"Want a beer?" Barry offered.

"Sounds great to me!" was the reply.

Five minutes later, they were sitting on the sofa in the living-room with a six pack between them, guzzling Budweiser while they chatted and watched a football game on TV. Barry had pulled on a pair of red athletic shorts, but didn't bother to put on anything else. Trent's hot gray eyes kept on traveling back to the young marine's muscular, smooth body. And the more beer he consumed, all the more he was getting turned on by his girlfriend's brother.

Barry polished off his third beer and turned his intense blue eyes toward Trent. His young face was flushed and excited. There was obvious, loudly-unspoken, erotic tension between the two restless young studs. The air in the room sizzled thickly with a crackling sexual edginess.

"Hot in here, isn't it?" Barry said huskily,

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, why don't you take off your shirt and get more comfortable?"

Trent shot a look at the younger kid. Was the dude a fag? Hell, he sure was beautiful. But, he was also definitely all male. Yet there was a flicker of simmering erotic invitation in Barry Flanders' hooded blue eyes. Trent felt scorching lust stirring restlessly in his crotch. He grunted bestially and completely unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off. Barry's blue eyes darted greedily up and down the cop's spectacular muscular chest with the huge, tantalizing nipples. He moistened his full, pink, sensuous lips and nervously took another swig of beer.

Trent looked at him, a slow grin creasing his handsome Italian features. "You like my body, don't you boy?" Trent chortled huskily.

"H-Huh?" Barry gasped, blushing furiously and nearly dropping his can of beer.

"I see the way you've been lookin' at me, boy. You're a little cocksucker, ain't ya?. Hell, that's okay! I'm a horny man, myself.....and you're pretty damn nice on the eyes, boy. Pretty damn nice indeed"

Trent reached down and brazenly unzipped his jeans. He heaved up his ass and pulled his pants down around his ankles. He wore no underwear. His rock-hard ten-inch pecker snapped up against his hairy belly with a loud smacking sound. It was quivering with lust, a gooey droplet of pre-come sparkling on the puckered piss slit.

Trent fisted the big dick, flapping it back and forth in the air. His huge furry balls dangled down meatily between his legs and rested against the cushion of the sofa. Reaching out, Trent slid a hand around the back of Barry Flanders's neck.

He thickly commanded, "Get on down there, big boy! Suck that big hairy dick! I bet you're as good a cocksucker as your sister is!"

The young blonde marine needed no further urging. He released a wanton cry of excitement and swiftly hunched down over Trent's beckoning, sweaty body. Trent shuddered as he felt the younger dude's hot breath on his flared cock-head. A shock of electrifying titillation fiercely coursed throughout his loins as Barry's soft, velvety tongue lapped back and forth across his bulbous, hyper-sensitive dickhead, swirling all over it, tasting the pre-come. Barry yawned his mouth wide and eagerly went down on the upright cock, letting it slide all the way back inside his ravenous, gulping mouth, taking it deeply into his throat. The young blonde's body quivered with lust as he buried his lips and nose in the thick, lushly-scented tangle of black pubes at the base of Trent's prick.

"Aaaaaaaggghhhh.....yeah! Yeah!.....you really know how to suck cock, don't you, boy?" Trent gasped, as rapturous bolts of pleasure scorched throughout his burning loins, making his head spin. He clamped both his large hands around Barry's blonde head, pushing him up and down, up and down, on his throbbing, aching meat. The Marine gurgled and moaned in gluttonous desire, slobbering all over the cock, cupping and squeezing and tickling the huge balls.

Barry dropped down to the floor on his knees between Trent's hairy, muscular legs, sucking the young rookie cop's cock voraciously, playing with his nuts, and lewdly feeling up his tight, man's ass. For several minutes, Trent pumped his big, stiff meat furiously in and out of the blonde Marine's mouth, grunting loudly in brutish, animal-like enjoyment.

All too swiftly he reached the point of no return. "AWWWWWWWW! SUCK IT, MAN!! SUCK THAT BIG ITALIAN MEAT, YOU FAGGOT! Y-YEEEAAH! I'M GONNA CUM, MAN!! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' C-C-CUMMMMM!! AAARRRGGGHHH!"

Barry released a muffled groan of hoggish-want as Trent's huge dick started squirting furiously into his summoning mouth. Thick, heavy blasts of pungent semen copiously fountained up his fuck tubes, wildly shooting out from his boiling, over-heated nuts.

"G-GODDAM!!" Trent weakly gasped, shuddering with pleasure as he finally flopped back on the couch, panting for breath.

Unsteadily, Barry got to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, savoring the smoky flavor of Trent's sperm - his blue eyes burning with troubled excitement. Trent spied the big lump that tented the front of Barry's red shorts. He hesitated. Hell, he was no fag....! Or was he? Shit, he wanted to find out what it was like.

"Take it out, boy. It's my turn now!" gruffly commanded the officer.

In a matter of mere seconds the handsome dark-haired policeman had his lips wrapped tightly around Barry Flanders' stiff, throbbing slab of dick-meat. He really liked the way it tasted and felt in his salivating mouth. He gripped his large, strong hands around the back of Barry's firm, shapely buns, drawing the moaning Marine up against him aggressively. He took to this experiment as easily as birds instinctively take to flight. He really liked having dick stuffed down his throat. It was a strangely exhilarating sensation, the likes of which he had never before enjoyed. He reveled in the musky taste and pungent aroma of hot jock-dick. And when Barry gave out a sharp cry of ecstasy and started to come, Trent loved the flavor of hot creamy semen as it blasted from Barry's loins into his mouth, again and again and again......

Not long afterward, the handsome cop got dressed as he awkwardly promised they should do it again, sometime. Saying goodbye to his girlfriend's brother, he dashed down the steps, hopped into his old blue Honda, and drove on home.