I’m a lover not a fighter. I ain’t no fuckin’ twinkie, or nuthin’, you understand. Used to play quarterback as an undergraduate. Been in more than my share of brawls, but they weren’t my fault. As I said, I’m a lover. That’s what got me into trouble. That and my part time job that’s payin’ my way through grad school.
Okay, so hustling’s not your thing. Grad work is fucking expensive, man. And I’m told to make the most of my best assets. Can’t help being blessed with looks, and working out is a habit I developed in high school. Besides, it’s pretty good money.
Anyhow, as I said, it’s my job that got me into trouble. Out trying to make a living one afternoon when this cop hauls me up. Actually he was a sheriff’s deputy, if that makes any difference. Pulls his cruiser up to the curb and orders me to get in. “Shit,” I thought to myself, “my first fucking arrest.” But as I was thinking that, I also noticed what a hot looking guy this peace officer was. Mid thirties, dark hair, broad shoulders and fuckin’ arms the size of most men’s thighs. He had that deep kind of voice, too. You know, the kind that comes from down in the balls somewhere.
I already told you, I’m not a fighter. So what could I do. I got in the passenger side of the cruiser. I was formulating my story in my head as I settled in the seat, waiting for the interrogation to start. He doesn’t say a word, just puts the cruiser in gear and takes off.
“What the fuck? Where’re we going,” I ask, just knowing I’m going to get a tour of the local stationhouse.
That’s when he looks over at me, those dark eyes burning into my forehead. “Hooking’s against the law, asshole. Don’t you know that?”
“I wasn’t . . .”
“Don’t try to snow me, man. I know what you were doing. You think I’m an idiot?”
Now, there are some questions people ask that they really don’t want you to answer, if you know what I mean. I kept my mouth shut. And he got this sneer on his face. Man, he was a hot fucker. He turned his eyes back to the road, and I took the opportunity to take a closer look. He had a tuft of dark chest hair showing at the open collar of his uniform shirt. His arms bulged as he maneuvered the steering wheel. I looked down and noticed the narrow waist which was exaggerated by the broadness of his shoulders. Then I saw it. The fucker was throwing a rod. And from what I could tell, it was a fuckin’ BIG rod.
He looked back at me. “You fucking fairies like sucking dick, huh? How many times’ve you had a man’s cock up your asshole, boy? You squeal when you’re getting fucked?” The sneer widened on his face.
Handsome fuck or not, the jerk was beginning to piss me off. I was just about to give him my best retort when he pulled quickly into a deserted parking lot and drove to the far corner partially hidden by some trees. He stopped the cruiser, killing the ignition. Then he put his right arm over the back of my seat as he turned his massive body to face me. I couldn’t help but notice that his crotch was bulging almost obscenely.
“You ever suck a cop’s meat before, asshole?” He brought his left hand down to squeeze at the cylindrical bulge at his groin.
I swallowed hard. “No, Sir,” I answered. It was the truth.
“Ya know,” he began a sneering grin of contempt on his face, “we might just be able to work something out here.” He continued massaging the monster in his pants, and I noticed a wet spot beginning to form on the fabric.
I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time he had done this. He was smooth. Knew what he was doing. “What’d you have in mind, Sir?” I asked innocently. Maybe I read too many porno novels. I fuckin’ KNEW what he had in mind. Hey, grocers give cops apples, the doughnut shops give ‘em free coffee. So I give him a sample of my wares. Isn’t that worth avoiding a record?
The smile faded from his face and his eyes became hard as he stared into mine. I tried to maintain the look, but the guy was a pro. I blinked. Somehow his voice got even deeper, “Take it out,” was all he said. The hand that was resting on my seat came up to the back of my head and pulled, slowly but firmly.
He removed his left hand from his crotch and rested the arm on the open widow of the cardoor as I reached over to open the fly of his uniform trousers. I couldn’t quite get to the zipper with the utility belt covering it, so I unbuckled the heavy woven leather. His eyes continued to burn into my head as he watched me, his body tensed, but he didn’t say a word. I unbuckled the uniform belt and opened the top of his fly. My heart was pounding in my chest. He may be an asshole, but he was a fuckin’ HOT asshole. And I wanted to see just what he was packing in those pants.
I pulled the zipper down and was surprised to find the deputy without any underwear. The base of his thick cock was visible at the vee of the fly, the remainder of it stuffed down along his thigh. I swallowed again and glanced up at his face. The sneer was back on his lips. The fucker knew he was hung and probably got off on showing it around. I returned my attention to my work and gripped the root in my fist. It took some maneuvering with him squirming his hips in the confines of the driver’s seat, but I finally extricated the monster. My heart skipped a beat as I saw that he was uncut. What can I say, I’ve got a thing for foreskin. Maybe because I was robbed of mine at birth, who knows. The head was completely shrouded, even though he was almost completely hard, and clear, slimy precum oozed from the opening. I reached back into the trousers to bring out the egg sized balls and noticed something else about our lawman. He shaves his nuts. This was one hot fucker. I got a momentary mental picture of him sitting with his legs spread as he concentrated on gliding the razor over his nutsack.
My reverie was broken as his hand pulled my head down toward his cock. It wasn’t difficult. I wanted to taste that fucker. I stuck out my tongue and licked at the precum oozing out of the foreskin, then slid it under the skin and licked around the head, harvesting all the manjuice collected there. He threw his head back and sucked in a deep breath. Guess I hit a nerve. With my right hand, I fondled and caressed those shaved copnuts, and I could tell he enjoyed it by the way his dick throbbed, expressing more precum.
I bit down gently on the foreskin, pulling it over the cockhead and chewing on it. Fuck, the guy had a hell of an overhang. Another time, another place, as they say.
After a few minutes of chowing down on that silky skin, I moved my lips back over the bulbous head and took him into my mouth. His fucker must have been nine inches easy, and there was no way I could take it all in, but I gave it a hell of a shot. I slid my mouth back up the shaft keeping the head in my lips before taking him back into my throat again.
My left hand ran through the thick, curly pubic hair then followed the line of fur up onto his rock hard, rippled abdomen. I stuck my finger in his navel, probing and exploring it’s hairy depth.
With his copnuts in my right hand, I extended the middle finger into the groove toward his asshole, and he lifted his butt slightly to allow me access. I grinned to myself. The fucker was getting off on this. Guess I’m pretty good.
The finger poked at his hairy hole and slowly, insistently pushed it’s way inside. A long, low, deep groan escaped his throat, and I glanced up to see his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Yeah, I had him good.
My left hand continued its trek up his abdomen into the mat of fur on his hard muscled chest. It reminded me of the moss covered boulders I used to play on as a kid: the soft vegetation carpeting the hard granite below. I slid my hand over to his left nipple and pinched. Man, that did it! His cock jumped in my mouth. So he likes having his tits worked, huh? You can find out a lot about a man when you give him a blow job. I continued sucking on that nightstick of his as I twisted each nipple between my fingers.
He may have been the arresting officer, but I was the one in control. I removed my lips from his throbbing, massive shaft. He opened his eyes and brought his head down to look at me, a questioning look on his face.
“Feel good, officer?” I asked. Now it was my turn to have a slight sneer on my face. His breathing was deep and rapid, and I knew I had him.
“You fucking know your job, I’ll give you that, asshole.”
“You want it to feel even better, Sir?” I smiled as innocently as I could muster.
“How’s that?” I could tell I piqued his interest.
“You ever wear a cockring, Officer?”
A questioning look came over his handsome face. “Uh, . . . no,” he replied. Yeah, I had him now.
I pretended a pensive look. “Well, you’re way too fuckin’ big for the cock ring I got in my pocket. But I have an idea.” He tilted his head in way of a question.
I grinned inwardly. Man this was almost too easy. “Let me have your handcuffs, Sir. You’re going to like this, I swear.”
Now, when you’ve had a man’s finger up your ass and your cock in his mouth, there’s a certain kind of bond that develops, a sort of trust, I reckon. Or maybe his cock just took over from his brain. At any rate, he took the cuffs from their utility pouch and slowly handed them to me.
I placed one of the cuffs around my left wrist and clicked it shut. “Yeah, gets nice and tight. This should do.” I grinned at him. “Let me have the key.” I almost laughed out loud when he handed over the key without a second thought.
I unlocked the cuff from my wrist, then as he watched with slightly glazed eyes, I closed it around his cock and balls. A fresh glob of precum oozed from the cockhead peeking out of the foreskin. I clicked the cuff tightly and we both watched as the copmeat darkened and swelled. The head pushed further out of its shroud of foreskin as the entire shaft throbbed with his heartbeat. His balls stretched at the shaved nutsack, making it shine.
I bent my head to lick at the cockhead, then ran my tongue back under the foreskin, licking and caressing. I let the head enter my mouth as I gently sucked, continuing the ministrations with my tongue. I slid my mouth down onto the shaft, then back up, and took the foreskin in my teeth, biting down, chewing. The cop threw his head back again, closing his eyes as an ecstatic moan boiled up from his titan chest.
I took his horsecock back into my throat and sucked as he laid his head on the back of the seat, his face to the roof of the cruiser, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
His breathing became shallow and rapid, and I could tell he was about to shoot his load. That’s when I simultaneously took my mouth from his cock and locked the other cuff around the steering wheel.
He opened his eyes and his head came up, momentarily disoriented by the lust clouding his brain. “What . . .?”
I opened the passenger side car door and stepped out. Then, leaning back into the cruiser with my right hand on the roof, I held out the key to the cuffs in my left hand. “Oh, don’t worry, Officer. I’ll return this to the police station where it belongs. I’m no thief.”
Fiery anger flashed in the cop’s eyes. “You fucking sunovabitch!” he screamed. He tried to reach for the key in my hand but the cuff around his manhood held him back. He let out a yell as his balls were pulled painfully from his crotch before he settled back into the driver’s seat. You know what they say, if looks could kill I’d be a mass of jelly on the parking lot asphalt.
I stepped back from the cruiser as he ranted futilely, his cock and balls held tight in the circling cuff. “Just hang tight, Officer,” I couldn’t help grinning at his look of frustration, anger and surprise, “I’ll go get help.”
His curses became more and more muted as I walked across the large, empty parking lot to the pay phone on the corner, inserted my quarter and pushed the buttons.
I grinned broadly, shaking my head as I heard the voice on the other end of the line, “This is 911. What is your emergency?”
Call 911. Make a cop cum. I began to laugh.
