I couldn't help it. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and felt the swell of the pectoral muscle. It felt wonderful, so manly and virile, sexy as all hell. My fingers brushed across a nipple. I wished I could lick it and suck on it tenderly, maybe even give it a chew, but that would be pushing my luck too far.

Had I already pushed too far? He seemed oblivious to my innocent fondling which I could still pretend was me checking his state should he suddenly wake up. Dare I risk more? I had to be sure he was totally out.

"Mr. Calder! Are you awake?"

I gave him a gentle shove and asked again.

Nothing! He was definitely asleep.

Slowly I allowed my hand to drift downwards, following the band of hair, onto his stomach, over the navel; and further till I touched the boxers. I paused, trembling with fear, but also with excitement and burning need which proved the stronger. I dared to go further and moved on to the boxers and felt his pubes underneath the material - a thick wiry bush at the end of this hairy trail. I froze for a moment, my heart in my mouth. I looked up to check his sleeping face - it appeared content, even dreamily happy. Emboldened, I made the final move and placed my hand over Tam Calder's cock.

God what a thrill! I had never groped a man before, and my body caught fire as I stroked the covered mass. I could feel the outline through the cotton, it was long and thick, the tube on the underbelly clearly defined. And I could feel his balls, two lovely big eggs churning around, brewing up his sperm.

I knew I was skating on very thin ice. But I couldn't help myself. I returned my hand to his cock and felt it again, my fingers fondling more actively. It was definitely getting larger - it was responding to my caresses and stiffening with blood. This was getting very dangerous. I shuddered to think what Big Tam would do if he were to wake up and find I had his hard cock in my hand. I searched for some excuse, but there was nothing that would be convincing other than the shocking truth.

Yet I still did it. I wanted so much to see his dick, and I wanted to see it hard. The cock was dressed lying to the left, so I pulled the left leg of the boxers up and allowed Tam's cock and balls to come free.

I gasped. There it was - Chief Inspector Calder's cock! And it was stiffening quickly to a fabulous size. Almost eight inches of semi-hard meat flopped across his hairy left thigh. The glans was poking through the uncircumcised skin - big and bulbous, lovely and pink, and dribbling from the eye.

I couldn't resist. I touched the shaft. I recoiled in shock at the electrifying thrill then I placed my hand fully over the hardening length. I could feel the blood coursing into it. I took it in my grip and gave it a squeeze - it was now fully hard and wonderfully thick, I could barely circle its girth. Driven now by a mad compelling lust, I moved my hand up and down the shaft and wanked the stunning erection which was now nearer to nine than eight inches in length. My eyes never wavered, they were fixed on his cock; they were fixed on his glans which was dribbling with his juice.

God knows what possessed me, this was way out of control, but I was lost to the moment, careering down an icy slope of burning need and forbidden desire. I leaned over, getting closer and closer. I held it at the base, the edge of my hand resting on his hairy ball sack, the cock pointed straight up in the air. When I was an inch away I flicked out my tongue and licked Tam's pre-cum off. Maddened by this nectar, I licked again then totally crazed I sunk a little further and took Tam's big cock head into my mouth.

He groaned.

I froze.

But then there was a snore - thank God for that! Sweet dreams, Big Tam, you can thank eau-de-vie. And I'm going to thank my lucky stars that you're out for the count and I've got your cock in my mouth. I just couldn't stop. The taste of him, the smell of him, the size of his knob, the feel of his shaft so warm in my hand, drove me on like a cock crazed whore. I sucked on his glans, washing the silky flesh with my tongue. I traced the ridge of his beautiful big helmet then sucked and sucked again.

Tam groaned once more and gave a gentle thrust. I heard him and sensed the movement but I didn't stop. I carried on sucking on his gorgeous cock head as if my life depended on it.

Then suddenly I was in panic when I felt a hand - it was followed by another to cover my head. The hands held me in place firmly but without violent force. I could have writhed away but I didn't dare. Nor, to be honest, did I want to. With another moan, Tam thrust more forcefully with his hips and his cock slid further into my mouth. Another groan, another thrust, his hands held me down. A moment later Tam was fucking my mouth.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he groaned as he pumped his thick cock to the back of my mouth. I was straining to take him; I was no longer in control. I wanted this to happen but I was fearful as well. His cock was so big and it was threatening my throat. I was sure I would choke if he forced it in. Thankfully he didn't. He contented himself with fucking my mouth, using only half of his beautiful cock.

I let him use me. I wasn't sure if he was conscious, but I didn't care. My jaws were aching as I coped with his girth but I happily endured the hurt. I was having sex with Tam Calder - a big hairy stud. He was fucking my mouth, and I thought it was brilliant - it was so bloody hot!

He started grunting as his thrusts grew stronger. I added some suction and he grunted even more.

"Urgh! Urgh! Uuuuurgh!"

Then I felt his cock swell and my mouth was flooded as his spunk gushed out in a violent spurt. I tried to swallow, but most of it dribbled out. I managed to pull away so only his glans was filling my mouth. That allowed me to hold the next of his blasts; an explosion of creamy saltiness flavoured my tongue. I swilled it around as another spurt gushed out. I swallowed to make room for more and Tam duly obliged and fired out another mouth-watering portion. I sucked for more, and coaxed a final squirt. I swallowed it all with his cock still in my mouth. His hands were now limp resting on my head. I prised myself away and they fell to the side.

"Oh Mr. Calder! Thank you. I thought you'd be angry."

He replied with a loud snore.

I looked up to his face - it looked remarkably relaxed; calmer than I could recall seeing it for many a long year. He snored again - that was the problem with lying on your back - fast asleep and lost in an eau-de-vie dream.