Arrest Powers

Arrest PowersEd and I found out that we'd been seconded to Section H-2 late inthe day. That's how it always is, especially in the Department ofHomeland Security. We work for ICE, Immigration and Customs Enforcement,which DHS took in after it was established as a department in 2002. ManyAmericans don't know that creating DHS caused more inefficiency frombureaucratic confusion and duplication than any benefit from coordinatingdifferent agencies.We were very much in demand since we'd captured Ibn-el-Saud whilehe was trying to enter the U. S. from Mexico a couple of months ago. The"suits" and paper-shufflers (different names for the same thing)especially viewed us as a couple of super-cops, but in reality ouraccomplishment had been a combination of hard work and luck, mostly thelatter.The request from the agent in charge of H-2 carried a lot ofweight, because Section H-2 was one of the few that performed realenforcement to keep our country safe. Most of DHS consists of people whoconduct studies, deliver lectures, brief politicians, generate reportsthat nobody reads, and review and criticize the actions of the few who dothe real work. The American people got a good view of how DHS reallyworks after Hurricane Katrina, when avoiding blame seemed to be thehighest priority among the bureaucrats. Ed and I, on the other hand,carry badges and guns, and have powers of arrest. While working with H-2,we'd have special powers of arrest. We wouldn't need warrants forsearches or arrests because H-2 deals directly with terrorism.Given all this, our supervisor in the Special Operations Sectioncouldn't refuse the request for our services. He told us to go home andpack, but that we'd be working in civilian clothes this time. He addedthat tickets for the first flight out would be waiting for us at theairport the next morning. The destination was Colorado Springs viaDenver. I didn't like this because Colorado Springs is a very expensiveplace to live and our government per diem probably wouldn't cover ouractual expenses. The government allots us a certain amount per day and ifit isn't enough, tough shit.On our last assignment, we were lucky that Stan, an old friend andstation supervisor, had put us up in his spacious house near the Mexicanborder. This time we couldn't count on being as lucky because we didn'tknow anybody in Section H-2. We arrived in Denver and as we walked out ofthe arrivals area we saw a guy who carried a sign with our names. Helooked about our age, mid-thirties, muscular, with brown hair and eyes.We introduced ourselves and showed him our ID, as we were all in civilianclothes. His name was Fred and he was the agent assigned to us. He led usout to a Ford Crown Victoria, the standard issue police vehicle for mostagencies, and we began the long drive down to Colorado Springs."It's too late to go to the office, so I'm going to take you toyour motel," Fred told us. Tomorrow morning I'll take you in to meetthe supervisor and he'll give you the details. For now, just relax andenjoy yourselves."I-25 is congested during most of the day, but at four P.M. it wasliterally bumper-to-bumper in Colorado Springs. The town has no actualMain Street, and I-25 is the main route home for almost all commuters."I'm sorry, but this is about the only motel your per diem willcover," Fred said as he drove into the driveway. I understood hisapologetic manner, as the motel looked like a dump, poorly maintained anddirty. I hoped the room wasn't too dirty, because I definitely didn'trelish having to decide between going to a high-priced motel and sleepingon the streets. Fred had made reservations for us and we checked in.There was a Denny's across the street and when Fred saw that I waslooking at it, he said:"For your first night in town you shouldn't have to eat overthere. Come on over to my place and I'll fix a good meal for you" Weleft our baggage in the room and climbed back into the car. Fred lived ina small apartment with a small living room, a kitchen with a table forfour, and a bedroom with a queen size bed in it."I'm sorry I can't put you up while you're here, but you seethe size of my place. I had an ulterior motive bringing you here. Iwanted you to see that place so you'd understand I wasn't beinginhospitable. Anyway, I hope the food can make up for it." It did. Fredcooked a splendid repast of spaghetti, meatballs, garlic bread, andsalad. He broke out a large bottle of red wine to accompany the meal, andafter eating we sat in his living room finishing off the bottle.I'd noticed that he had a statue of naked Greek wrestlers on aside table. This wasn't conclusive, but during casual conversation hetold us that he'd never been married. Ed spoke up:"Well, we've never been married either. Jack and I share a houseoutside of Washington." Fred nodded thoughtfully and took another sip ofwine."I like your statue," I said, taking the plunge."I'm glad you do," he replied. "It's nice that we havesomething in common, something out of the ordinary. Did you have anyspecial plans for the evening?""We were planning to go back to the motel and get naked afterdinner," Ed said. "However, we're lucky to get to meet somebody new.""Well, then let's get acquainted," Fred declared. He stood andbegan removing his clothes. We followed his lead. Our eyes were on eachother's crotches as we disrobed. We stacked our clothing neatly on thecouch, and then Fred led us into the bedroom."I'm really lucky tonight," he commented as we sat side by sideon the bed with him in the middle. "Two uncut guys together. It's hardto find even one guy who hasn't been cut." I'd noticed his bare-headedprick when he'd disrobed, the small helmet set off by a thick brown scarbehind it. I knew he couldn't have missed our long, pendulous foreskins.He reached out to either side and wrapped his fingers around our pricks.I clasped his glans between two fingers and began squeezing it gently.The head was smaller than his shaft and when I lifted it I saw that hestill had his frenulum."You've still got your gee-string," I commented."At least the doctor hadn't cut that off during the circumcision," hesaid. "Like most guys they did it to me when I was born. I wish I'dbeen born in Canada. My sister married a Canadian and she just had a babyin Winnipeg. The doctor didn't even ask her if she wanted the boy cut.They hardly do that anymore up there.""Not like here," Ed said. "Last year my sister had a boy, and she andher husband almost had to fight off the doctors who wanted to slice him.Lucky she married a lawyer. When the doctors found that out, they backedoff real fast." We were all hard now, and I appraised Fred's prick. Hehad a thick shaft and the rim of his glans was slightly smaller than thediameter of his shaft. Overall, his prick was about 5-1/2" long, slightlyshorter than ours. It had a big vein on the right side and a slightupward curve. His scrotum was average like mine, and was rapidlytightening with excitement."I love playing with uncut natural cocks," Fred confessed. "They're areal turn-on for me. Mind if I jack both of you? I love the see the comespurting out of the skin.""Okay," Ed said. "What do you want us to do for you?"Well, I've heard of docking, but I've never done it. It sounds sothrilling, but since almost everyone around here is cut, I didn't havemuch opportunity. One uncut guy I knew was willing, but his skin was tooshort for my head to fit into him. Both of you have lots of skin, morethan enough to take me.""Well, you decide which of us you want to dock with," I suggested."How about with Ed?" Fred asked. "Either one, really. You've both gotlots of skin.""You stroke me until I come, and then he'll dock you," I said. "Maybeyou and Ed can come together.""That sounds great," reflected Fred. "It'll be something really newfor me.""Better than that," I added. "You'll be head to head with him insidehis foreskin, and when he comes you'll feel his helmet throbbing againstyours. If you come together it'll be heaven." This possibility seemedto fire him up, and he began working my foreskin in long, sensualstrokes."Stop doing me," suggested Ed. "You don't want me to come before Idock you." Fred immediately stopped stroking Ed's foreskin, devotingall his attention to mine."I like the way your skin comes all the way up to cover the head andthen some," Fred told me. "Now I pull it down and the entire headsticks out. The head's so shiny and purple.""I've got a helmet-type head," I said. "So do you. So does Ed.""Yeah, but you both have such big helmets," Fred replied. "They lookreally nice. I like the way they smell, too. I wish my cock smelled manlylike that." Fred's long strokes on my prick was causing me to release asteady drip of natural lube, and as it seeped from my orifice each upwardstroke captured the drops and spread them over my glans on the downwardstroke."You're doing a good job on Jack," Ed commented. "His balls are tightagainst his body now.""His cock's juicing a lot too," Fred added. "Mine doesn't juice asmuch." Now I lay back on the bed while Ed reached over to cup my balls.His other hand reached for a box of tissues on the bedside table."Wow, your tip's getting really dark purple too," Fred said. "Minedoesn't get that dark.""That means he's getting close," Ed advised. He was right onthe mark. I felt a tickle begin in my rim, slowly spreading over myglans. Fred's eyes glittered as he worked my long hood up and down,bringing me closer to the point of no return with each stroke."I'm tingling..." I whispered as my eyes closed. The heavytingle filled my glans and then shot down my shaft to the root, where ittriggered my orgasm. I felt the first surge of hot cream rushing up mytube just as Fred's strong fingers snapped my foreskin down, and itslammed through the lips of my orifice into the air. Fred's pulled myforeskin all the way up as my second torrent of white juice shot throughmy prick, and I felt it rushing through the pucker of my thick hood.I was crying out in ecstasy, wracked by intense sensations,mindless of anything but the hot thrills shooting through my body. Fredgave me another rapid stroke and brought another hot rush of semen togush from my foreskin tip. Now he changed his stroke to small jiggles,perhaps because he sensed that my uncut helmet was becoming overlysensitive. Another contraction gripped the root of my prick and sent afourth jet hurtling up my throbbing shaft and helmet. I was gasping andwrithing when the fifth discharge erupted, and then my jets changed todribbles because I was nearly drained.I was not slipping away into the daze that follows orgasm, relishing theafterglow and the sense of total relaxation that filled me. I was barelyaware of the dabbing at my prick, sopping up the excess cream. Later,when I opened my eyes, I saw Ed slipping my foreskin fully forward overmy shrinking glans."That was awesome," I complimented Fred. "You really drained me." Inoticed that both of them were fully hard, no doubt aroused by watchingand feeling me come. I also knew that Fred was looking forward to beingdocked."Oh, I know it," answered Fred. "Your dick was throbbing hard whileyou were coming. You really shot through your skin. Some of it landed onyour chest. That first shot went up three feet.""Thanks to you," I countered. I knew that, while Fred lacked expertisein stroking natural pricks, he more than made up for it in enthusiasm. Ednaturally always enjoyed these sessions, and I knew he too looked forwardto docking Fred."Okay, Fred, just lie on your side facing me," Ed coached. I moved tomake room for them, and within seconds they were lying on their sides,with Ed guiding the tip of Fred's prick against his own. Ed had strippedback his hood to let his slippery wet helmet rub against the front ofFred's, and now he moved it in small circles around Fred's engorgedglans."Aaaaahhhhh!" Fred sighed as the sensations flooded into his prick. Ireached over them to cop their scrotums, already tight against theirbodies. Now Ed began slipping his copious hood over Fred's swollenglans. The many times Ed and I had docked it had been a tight fit becausealthough our foreskins are long and roomy, we both have large helmets.Fitting Fred's small tip inside was no problem at all, and within acouple of seconds Ed had it totally engulfed.Fred continued to sigh as he felt his glans being blanketed and strokedby thick warm foreskin, giving him a new thrill he'd only dreamt ofbefore. I began gently kneading their balls through the thick wrinkledskin, confident that I was adding to their sensations. Fred was so workedup he began thrusting his prick deeper into Ed's long foreskin. Edslowly stroked the end of his foreskin over Fred's small helmet."Now just let things happen naturally," I coached Fred. "It's goingto be the greatest feeling in the world for you. Just relax and enjoyit.""Can we come together?" he asked Ed and me."Maybe, but that's not important," Ed replied. "Even if we come oneafter the other, you'll still feel my tip throbbing against yours when Ilet go. You'll still be shooting inside my foreskin, and you'll feel meshooting my loads against your head.""How do you feel now?" I asked Fred."My tip feels so warm inside that skin," Fred answered. He was stillthrusting, and I continued kneading his balls. I noticed that Ed hadbegun twisting his foreskin as he stroked it over Fred's glans, givinghim the delicious sideways movements that were so effective around thecorona."My tip's starting to tingle," Fred whispered. At this point Iwondered what he'd do while coming. Would he cry out? Would his entirebody tense? I already had a part of the answer when I saw his stomachmuscles tighten."I'm getting it too," Ed murmured as he continued strokingFred's tip with the long thick sleeve. I knew that he was feeling thethrusts against the big front dome of his glans as Fred bucked his hips.The muscles in Ed's jaw clenched, but his eyes remained fixed on wheretheir two pricks joined between them.It's rare for two guys to start coming at the same instant, andnow I heard Ed cry out as his first discharge filled his foreskin. Icould imagine Ed's hot cream jetting against the front of Fred's helmetand then swirling over the rim on top and around the corona. This wouldpush him over the edge. A moment later Fred howled in joyous release ashis prick began to empty itself into Ed's roomy foreskin.As I was cupping their balls, my fingers pressed into the delicateflesh behind them, and I felt the pulses of orgasm as each dischargerushed up their tubes. Fred thrust again and Ed roared with delightfulagony as they came again. I knew Ed released tremendous discharges as Idid, but it seemed that Fred was also a big shooter. Ed's foreskin wasdistended with their cream, and some began to leak from where the end ofhis foreskin was wrapped around Fred's shaft. There was a lingering odorof chlorine from my ejaculations, but now more floated up to me as thetrapped semen hit the air. I released Ed's balls and grabbed a wad oftissues to place under their throbbing pricks.I knew that they were enhancing each other's orgasms as theirdischarging helmets hammered against each other. Both were crying out inblissful agony, caught up in the frenzy of orgasm, totally focused on therapturous sensations in their throbbing pricks. For my part, I wasvicariously enjoying their sensations, as I had vivid memories of thefeeling of going head to head with another guy inside his foreskin ormine.Now their movements seemed less frenzied, less urgent, as theywere nearing the end of their climaxes. It was obvious that they wouldend up totally drained, as I had, and would slip into the beautiful andrelaxing daze, as I had. I carefully held the tissues under their pricksbecause I knew that, when they began to soften, a heavy gush of whitecream would drain from Ed's distended foreskin.After a few minutes, when we were all recovered from our torpor,Fred suggested that we take a shower. It was cramped in his shower stall,which was as diminutive as the rest of his apartment, but we relished theflow of hot water over our bodies. Fred was very obvious about staringenviously at our heavy-ended pricks, the bulging helmets covered by ourpendulous foreskins. He enjoyed watching us pinch the ends of ourforeskin nipples, making the hoods distend as we peed inside them, andeven pinched mine a couple of times.After we'd dried ourselves and dressed he drove Ed and me to ourmotel, still apologetic about not having the room to put us up for thenight. In parting, he said he'd pick us up at 7:30 in the morning.Ed and I were on the sidewalk in front of the motel at theappointed time. We'd slept well, happy that the motel had turned out tobe cleaner than it had looked at first sight. Fred turned up right ontime, and drove us to the H-2 office, where he turned us over to theagent in charge, Sam. The office seemed strangely empty."As you can guess, we're understaffed," Sam began. "Fred'sthe newest agent, and the only one here at the moment." He picked up aclipboard."Kyle and Justin are on an investigation in Maine. Tyler andTrevor are in New Mexico. Jason and Mark are in Washington State. Troyand Lance are in Florida. So you see, you two are almost my entireresources at the moment, and we're sitting on what might be a hotcase." I shrugged noncommittally, conscious of the new SIG P229 in theshoulder holster under my jacket. We'd just re-equipped with the newpistols because the department had decided that the .357 SIG was a moreeffective round than the old .40S