The morning dew glistened on the blades of grass, giving the yard a fresh, vibrant look that belied the humidity that was sure to come. I stepped out onto the porch, the wood planks cool under my bare feet, and took a deep breath of the early summer air. The chorus of birds and the distant sound of a rooster crowing filled the quiet, rural landscape. I was about to grab the newspaper from the driveway when a dusty police cruiser pulled into view, breaking the moment's tranquillity.
Officer Jenkins climbed out, his boots thudding against the gravel. He tipped his hat as he approached, his badge glinting in the early light. “Boy, did you or your folks hear anything unusual last night?” His eyes searched my face, a mix of concern and hope.
"No, sir," I replied, shaking my head. "My parents are away for the week. It's just me here."
Officer Jenkins nodded, scribbling something into his notepad. "Well, the Thompsons over at the next farm reported some of their farm equipment missing. Thought I'd check in with the neighbours, see if anyone saw or heard anything out of the ordinary." His gaze drifted over the field that separated our properties, as if the answer might be hiding just beyond the line of tall, swaying cornstalks.
"I'm sorry I can't help," I said, feeling a twinge of unease. Thefts were rare in our tight-knit community, and the idea that someone might be prowling around at night was unsettling.
He gave a curt nod, his eyes still on the horizon. "No trouble at all. Just keep an ear out, will ya? And if anything seems off, don't hesitate to give us a call." He handed me a business card, the edges slightly worn from frequent use. "By the way, nice nightshirt, boy," the officer said. "Don't often see guys your age wearing nightshirts."
I felt a flush creep up my neck as I took the card, realising that the outline of my body was visible underneath the cotton material. "It's...uh...my mom's suggestion I wear them," I mumbled, taking refuge in the lie. "She likes me to stay cozy and warm at night, and she says it's better than wearing boxers."
Officer Jenkins chuckled, his moustache bobbing up and down. "A mother's wisdom," he said with a knowing smile. "Can't argue with that," his laughter was good-natured. "What's your name, boy, and how old are you?"
"Steven," I answered, "and I'm eighteen years old. Why?"
Officer Jenkins cleared his throat, his eyes darting away from the unintentional show. "Perhaps next time you might consider wearing some tighty whities under the nightshirt because your look is a bit distracting if you get my meaning."
My cheeks burned hotter than a July sun. "Yes, sir. I'll keep that in mind," I responded, knowing it was too late, though, as my body started responding to the conversation.
Officer Jenkins coughed, turning his gaze away and shifting his weight. "Well, I'd better be getting back to my rounds. You just keep that card handy and let us know if anything catches your eye. Or ear," he added with a wink, which made me wonder if he had noticed my predicament as my erection continued to grow.
"I will do, Officer Jenkins," I replied.
Officer Jenkins couldn't resist what he was seeing. The sheer fabric of my nightshirt did nothing to conceal my burgeoning arousal, and his eyes kept flicking downward despite his best efforts to remain professional. His gaze was like a moth drawn to a flame, and the tension between us grew thick.
"Mister, I-uh, I mean Steven," he stuttered, clearing his throat, "that's quite a sight for this time of day young man. I haven't seen anything that big for a long time," he said, trying to make it sound like he was referring to something else entirely, but his voice was thick with something unmistakable.
I blushed, my heart racing as I clutched the porch rail. I knew he was referring to my growing bulge, and the power I suddenly had over him was intoxicating. "I'm sorry, it's just that, uh, the air is a bit cool." I hoped my voice didn't betray my excitement.
Officer Jenkins's eyes lingered for a second longer before he took a step back, his cheeks reddening. He coughed again, clearing his throat. "Ah, yes, well, the mornings can be quite brisk." He tapped the brim of his hat with his pen, his hand shaking slightly. "Look, I shouldn't be saying this, but you're a man now, and it's natural for things to, uh, happen."
My heart thumped in my chest, the blood rushing to my face and other places. "Thanks, Officer," I murmured, feeling both embarrassed and strangely validated. His words hung in the air, charged with something more than just awkward small talk.
Officer Jenkins took a deep breath, visibly composing himself. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Steven," he said, his voice low and gruff. "It happens to the best of us." He took another step back, his eyes never leaving my crotch. "But maybe next time, you should, uh, consider wearing something a bit less... revealing."
My cock was now fully erect and sticking out, tenting the cotton material of my nightshirt. The fabric strained against the hardened flesh, leaving nothing to the imagination. The cool air brushed against the sensitive skin, making me shiver slightly as precum was now leaking into the fabric, forming a damp patch that Officer Jenkins could see.
Officer Jenkins' gaze remained locked on the growing bulge, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Steven," he said, his voice hoarse and filled with a mix of surprise and desire, "you're something, aren't you?" The way he said it made it sound like both a compliment and a question, his eyes flicking up to meet mine for the briefest of moments before dropping back down to my crotch.
Leaning against his patrol car, I felt the metal's coolness seep through the fabric of my nightshirt and onto my bare skin. The boldness that had overtaken me grew stronger as I watched the older man struggle with his composure. "Officer Jenkins," I purred, my voice laced with the confidence of a teenager who had suddenly realized his power, "it seems like you're enjoying the view."
He looked up, his eyes wide, and took a step back. "Now, hold on, son," he stammered, but I could see the hunger in his gaze as it travelled over my body. "I'm just a man, and I can appreciate beauty when I see it," he said, his voice gruff with unbridled desire.
I leaned in closer, the fabric of my nightshirt brushing against my cock. "There is no one here, Officer Jenkins," I whispered, my voice filled with a seductive lilt that I didn't even know I had. "If you want to... relax a little, I won't tell anyone."
His eyes searched mine, a war raging behind them. Duty and desire, both fighting for supremacy. The silence stretched between us, taut as a bowstring, until finally, his shoulders relaxed, and a knowing smile played on his lips. "Well, I suppose a man can only take so much," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. My pulse quickened, not from fear, but from the sudden thrill of the situation. I had never done anything like this before, but the excitement was palpable. "Turn around, Steven," he instructed, his tone firm but not unkind.
I complied, feeling the cold steel of the handcuffs clamp around my wrists as he secured them behind my back. The sensation sent a jolt through my body, and I couldn't help but let out a small gasp. His hands lingered for a moment, brushing against my skin before he stepped back, his eyes scanning my now-vulnerable form as I remained bent over the hood of his patrol car.
Officer Jenkins stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently lift the hem of my nightshirt. His eyes widened as he revealed my nakedness to the early morning light. He let out a low whistle, his breath warm against my thigh. "You are so beautiful, Steven," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and a hint of hunger. His calloused hands roamed over my body, tracing the contours of my hips and the firmness of my ass, sending waves of pleasure through me.
As his hands moved higher, his touch grew bolder, cupping my cheeks before sliding up my spine to my neck. His grip tightened slightly, a silent command for me to arch my back and push my ass further out. I complied, the fabric of the nightshirt now bunched around my chest, leaving my cock and balls hanging in the open. The cool air brushed against my sensitive skin, making me shiver and my cock twitch with anticipation.
He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear as his other hand reached around to grasp my erection. "It's a good thing I found you first," he whispered, his thumb brushing over the precum-covered tip. "This would've been a real distraction for any other officers." His grip grew firmer, and he began to stroke me in slow, measured movements that had my knees threatening to buckle. The metal of the handcuffs bit into my wrists as I pushed back into his touch, my body betraying my inexperience and desire.
His hand left my cock and travelled up my torso to cup one of my nipples, squeezing it. "So soft," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my nipple, which grew hard under his touch. "But you're not just all softness, are you?" His hand travelled down to my cock again, and he gave it a firm squeeze, making me gasp. "You're all man," he said with a chuckle. "I can tell by the way you're responding to me."
The sound of his zipper was loud in the stillness of the morning, and I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder to see his erection spring free, thick and heavy as his trousers and tighty whities slipped down his legs. My heart raced as he positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my thigh. "Is this what you want, Steven?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," I managed to croak out, the anticipation building to a crescendo. "I want you to fuck me, Officer Jenkins."
The words hung in the air, a declaration of my willingness to submit to him, to this moment of unexpected and illicit passion. His hand moved away from my cock, and I felt the blunt head of his erection nudge against my hole. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered, "Then brace yourself, because I'm about to make your nightshirt-wearing days a whole lot more interesting."
"You stay there," he ordered as he kicked his shoes off and struggled to kick his trousers and tighty whities free from his ankles. He eventually became naked from the waist down as he opened the trunk of his patrol car and took out the first aid box. "I think we need some lubrication young man," as he squeezed some KY Jelly onto his cock, spreading it with his fingers down his member.
I was ready for him when he returned to my body, slumped over the hood. "You don't need this anymore, young man," as he ripped the nightshirt up. "God, you are beautiful," he said as I positioned myself more, waiting for him as he lined up behind me.
With one swift motion, he started to push into me, and I let out a sharp cry as my body adjusted to the intrusion. It hurt as he pushed again, the handcuffs digging into my wrists, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that was both exquisite and terrifying as he filled me more, pushing gently but forcefully in. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he began to thrust in and out, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the quiet farmstead.
Each thrust brought a new wave of sensation, the pressure building inside me until I thought I might explode. His breath grew ragged, his movements more urgent, and I knew he was close. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Yes," I moaned, my voice shaking. "I'm going to come," feeling his cock pressuring my g-spot with each thrust of his thick cock.
He was now thrusting deeper and with conviction as my climax started to grow. His body was tense with his growing orgasm, his urgency becoming more insatiable as I enjoyed his efforts and then I felt it, the tension snapping, as I felt him fill me with his hot seed as I couldn't hold back my climax, spilling my cum onto the hood of the car and the remains of my cotton nightshirt, my legs trembling with the force of my orgasm. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, bound together in this moment of passion and power.
As we both caught our breath, the reality of what had just happened began to seep back in. I felt a strange mix of exhilaration and fear, knowing that I had just crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Officer Jenkins leaned over me, his hands still gripping my hips, his breath coming in heavy gasps. "That was... unexpected," he said, his voice filled with both satisfaction and a hint of amusement.
I couldn't help but feel a thrill at his words, despite the situation. "It was... amazing," I admitted, my voice still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He chuckled, his grip loosening slightly as he pulled out of me. The feeling of emptiness was almost as intense as the pleasure had been. He stepped back, his cock still glistening with our combined release. "It's not every day a boy offers himself up like that," he said, his tone one of admiration. "You've got some fire in you, Steven, some real fire which I love."
He reached into the trunk of his car again, this time pulling out a clean handkerchief to wipe himself clean. "You're something special," he said, his eyes appraising my still-shaking form. "And I think I'd like to get to know that fire a little better."
I felt a shiver of excitement at the thought, even as the fear grew. What if someone found out? What if my parents came home early? But the thrill of the moment was too intense to let those thoughts take hold. I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Officer."
He uncuffed me gently, the metal cold against my wrists as the blood rushed back into them. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, his tone kind. "And then we can talk."
Now my arms were free, the remains of my nightshirt fell to the ground and I was now totally naked as I took the handkerchief from him, feeling the warmth of his cum on my skin as I wiped away the evidence of our encounter. My body was still singing with the aftermath, my legs wobbly as I stood upright. I watched him as he pulled his tighty whities back up, tucking in his still-hard cock with a grin as he slipped on his uniform trousers, restoring his presence as a police officer with the final act of tying his laces on his shoes.
Officer Jenkins turned to face me, his eyes searching my face. "What do you say, Steven? Would you like me to help you keep an eye on things around here while your folks are away?" The question hung in the air, a silent promise of more to come.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Yes," I said, the word a whisper. "I'd like that."
He nodded, his smile growing wider. "Good boy," he said, patting my cheek. "Now go inside, clean up, and put some clothes on, and I will call by later to check you are safe and sound."
With that, he turned and climbed back into his cruiser, the engine roaring to life as he drove away, leaving me standing in the driveway, the remains of my nightshirt at my feet. The world had shifted on its axis, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. But as the dust from his tires settled, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement at the prospect of our secret arrangement, my thoughts racing with the possibilities of what the rest of the week might hold.
Will Continue with Part Two
