ALWAYS A COP WHEN YOU DON'T NEED ONE by bawdypen
With our pants around our ankles I was leaning over, sucking the young salesman's nice, stiff cock. It wasn't so bad at all...better than I'd ever imagined sucking another guy's prick would be. We were just out of town, parked behind the old abandoned lumber mill, about two miles from where the man had picked me up outside the mall and offered me money if he could give me a blowjob. He seemed pleasant enough, and at 15 I was more than eager to feel what it would be like getting some head. A couple of buddies of mine had told of older guys picking up boys and going down on them, and they said it was fucking great! No hassles, just rest back and let the dude suck your prick. So when he motioned me over to his car with a big smile and asked if I'd like my randy prick sucked off, I agreed.
He'd pulled his own hard cock out of his fly and pumped on it while he sucked me. He'd pulled off before I could come and suggested I give it a try. Why not, he'd shrugged, who was ever to know? He was only passing through and we'd never see each other again. I was hot and excited, so I agreed.
It happened as I was bobbing my head up and down on his boner, trying to take as much as I could--at his urgent request, since he was ready to come and promised to warn me before shooting in my mouth. Then he would finish me off. But before any warning came, I heard a gruff voice behind me.
"Isn't this a nice little party!" I heard, as a finger tapped on my shoulder.
I turned around, startled to see a Highway Patrol officer looking in the car window! Even through his dark sunglasses I could feel his eyes burning into mine with an accusing admonishment of shame.
"And what's the story with you two?" he asked with a touch of sarcasm in his voice, as if we were just one of many exam- ples of society's degenerates he encountered in a day.
"Um...just a bit of innocent fun, officer," the salesman replied nervously.
"Innocent, hunh? How old are you boy?"
"Fif...fifteen, sir!" I stupidly blurted the truth. Later I figured it wouldn't have done any good to lie. I look fifteen at the most.
"I see. So, just a couple of fags stopping off to drain each other's balls, hunh? He your father or your uncle?"
"Um, neither, sir," I answered, shocked he'd even think so. "I live on Prosper St. We met, uh, when I came out of the mall. He said he'd..."
"Okay, I get it. Suck your pretty teen prick for you and what? Any money involved?"
"Absolutely not, officer," the man assured him. "Completely mutual, believe me."
"Hmmm. Yeah, guess I do. The way the kid was working over your stiff bone, I'd guess he's had quite a few hard pricks in his mouth. Right, boy?"
"N-no, sir! I...this is my very first time, honest!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'd like you to step out of the car, gentlemen. Don't bother with those," he said to me regarding my pants and undershorts, "just pull them over your shoes and leave them on the floor." Since it was chilly, he allowed me to slip my shirt back on, but I felt totally embarrassed getting out without any pants on. My cock had shrunk to a tiny pimple from being so frightened. And he'd made no mention when the man was able to stuff his cock back into his pants. That left me half-naked with two dressed men, causing me to blush all over!
"Well, gonna be fun around your house tonight, son, after I explain to your parents how you were caught in a strange man's car with your pants down and his MANhood in your mouth."
"OH, GOD NO! PLEASE, DON'T TELL MY PARENTS. PLEASE, SIR, I'D BE SO HUMILIATED!"
"Yes, I can imagine. Well, there's no force involved here, right? And getting your folks all upset sure isn't going to dissuade you from being a cocksucker from what I saw...first time or not. I know a punk when I see one, and no amount of disapproval ever does a bit of good at turning them away from being queer."
"I'm...I'm not a queer, sir!" I cried. "Really, really I'm not!" I looked from one to the other's face in desperation to convince them. The salesman only sighed, looking down at his feet. The cop got a sneer on his face and nodded his head patiently--obviously unconvinced--as he gently pressured my shoulder until I knelt down.
"Either way," the patrolman said, "only way I can be persuaded to forget about a boy's parents in matters like this, is to get a little of what he's passing out for myself. Don't want to have to run you in for child molestation, either, fella." Pulling his cock from his fly, he urged it into my mouth, making me suck him for a while until it was up and stiff. Then he started to undo the belt of his uniform trousers. He yanked his pants down, baring his naked ass, and leaned over, resting his hands onto the side of the car fender. "Want ya to put your face between my cheeks and lick my crack. Use your tongues to clean my asshole. Boy first."
"W-WHAT?!?" I gasped. "You're not serious, are you?" I asked dumbly. No cop would drop his pants like that and bend over showing his ass without being very serious.
"Come on, it won't be so bad," the salesman urged me. "My wife sure wouldn't understand if I got busted for doin' a kid. Your folks, too. Go ahead, lick him out!"
He gently pressed his hand on my shoulder, urging me to do the disgusting, perverted thing like it was nothing! Feeling I had no choice--especially having my folks mentioned again--I knelt behind the officer's large, round bottom and tentatively leaned toward the crease in his pale buttocks. Inches away, I could smell the pungent odor from his crack!
At the officer's command, the salesman used his hands to spread his cheeks apart for me. I could plainly see his whole hairy asscrack was very damp and moist! I gasped, and said in revulsion that it was all wet!
"Damn straight, punk," the cop chuckled. "Gets real fucking hot and funky squirming on a motorcycle seat all day long. Hot, muggy days like this always make my butt drip with sweat. That's why I want it cleaned with a cool, sliding tongue. Now lick it, boy! Lick my whole crack up and down. I'll tell you when to concentrate your tongue just on my asshole."
I groaned, finding the prospect more nauseating than the underlying feeling of excitement I could also sense about it all. The salesman got down next to me, whispering in my ear. But first he leaned in and smelled the cop's butt.
"Go ahead, kid, do it real good for him so we can get over this. I'll play with your butt and balls back here ta get you excited so it won't be so difficult for you, if you'll spread his cheeks apart yourself."
He did, and it helped. Terrified, I obeyed the cop's orders and licked his smelly crack. But that was short-lived. He decided to remove his uniform trousers. He sprawled on the hood of the car and hiked his boots up. That gave me a really obscene look at his large asshole. It was gross and all puffy, yet somewhat excited me, though I didn't want to admit it.
Watching while he tickled and poked at my hole, the salesman got real excited until he couldn't stand it any longer and ducked his head down and started sucking my asshole! He got his face right underneath my squatting butt and pulled my hole onto his lips. He licked it like crazy and started sticking his tongue up inside as far as he could reach. That certainly made my ordeal much easier to handle. It also made the cop chuckle. Hearing the double slurping noises, he leaned up and looked down to see what was happening.
"Yeah, chew his teenage butthole, you pervert!" he growled, reaching down and pulling my face deeper into his crack. "See if you can match his enthusiasm, kid. Eat out my shithole...and be damned glad your Mommy won't know about it!"
That subtle threat--combined with the way the salesman was making my hole open up and feel fantastic--made me resolve to make the cop feel as good. I pressed my face into his crack, put my mouth on his asshole and decided to lick it as long as he wanted me to. Jeez, I only wanted a blowjob and here I was with my virgin tongue shoved up a motorcycle cop's stinky bunghole!
The whole scene was definitely freaky, but not as freaky as it turned out to be. I got my blowjob, alright, but not from the salesman. After getting his butt licked out, the cop made us both lick his prick and balls together. Then he wanted to watch the man eat my ass some more...which he gladly did. The cop's prick was really throbbing by then and he made the salesman drop his pants and get on all fours. He knelt behind the man and rammed his cock up the guy's ass and started to fuck him. The salesman not only didn't complain, he loved it! He started blabbering about how he loved getting shafted by heavy-hung cops and urged him to fuck harder. The cop started slapping his ass back and forth, then ordered me to straddle the salesman's back. When I did, he reached up and grabbed my bare butt and pulled me closer. He started licking my dick and balls, and ended up sucking me off while he screwed the queer. He came up the guy's ass just as I shot a huge load into his mouth. He must have been really horny because he swallowed my cum down without any hesitation. Below us, the fellow getting screwed was jerking off and groaning.
To top it off, he made the salesman go down on his prick and clean it! I swear the older guy acted more grateful than disgusted. He slobbered over that dirty cock until it was thoroughly washed, then actually asked if he could suck the cop's asshole a while.
"Please, sir, just let me stick my tongue up your hot hole. I gotta see if it tastes as good as it looks."
Bored, and eager to get back on the road, the cop neverthe- less allowed him a few minutes of eating out his butthole.
"Sorry, you old fag, guess the kid got all the sweetness licked out." He laughed scarcastically. "What do you think, kid? Should I shit a turd into his mouth for molesting you? That's what I usually do to scum like him." He laughed again.
The salesman jerked a little in fear, but never pulled his tongue from the cop's ass.
I gulped, unable to figure these two out. The cop, who'd just given me a terrific blowjob, was threatening to shit into the guy's mouth and the guy wasn't particularly anxious to pull away. Just who was queer around here? After all, I'd sucked cock and ass, too, and wasn't exactly traumatized by it all!
"Well," the cop finally pulled away and started putting his pants back on, "guess I'm all pooped out. Too bad for you," he glared down at the salesman, "I think you'd kinda dig that, wouldn't you?"
"N-no, of course not!" the salesman cried without conviction, wiping his mouth.
"Heh!" the cop stood there. He still hadn't stuffed his cock away. "I'll just bet. I got a load of piss, you want it?"
Glancing at me for a second, the salesman bit his lower lip then slowly nodded. The cop grinned and stepped forward, sticking his cock between the man's lips. He relaxed and closed his eyes. After about a minute, I saw the salesman's mouth begin to bulge as it filled up with hot piss. I expected it to come spurting from his mouth any moment, but instead I saw his throat muscles begin to vibrate as he gulped down the officer's burning urine. He took it all without losing a drop, mastur- bating the whole time, shooting off a second time onto the ground as he finished his salty brew. I had my nose screwed up in disgust until I realized I had the taste of the cop's shit- hole still in my mouth and could have used a little of that myself!
Before the cop pulled away he issued a warning to us. Pointing to the salesman, he said if he ever saw him again with a youngster he would stuff a turd into his mouth. And me, if he ever ran across me again doing naughty things, my virgin bunghole was gonna get a taste of his big prick! That made my anus flinch in fear...and curiosity.
"Just like a fuckin' cop!" the salesman chuckled when he'd left. "All bluster and bullshit, while screwing butt and eating cum. Say, did that juicy asshole of his taste as good as it smelled? You got it when it was nice and ripe!"
"It was ripe, alright!" I frowned. (Yeah, ripe and juicy!)
"Uh, sorry you had to go through that. Kinda rough for a first timer, hunh?"
"Aw, it wasn't too bad, I guess," I shrugged, trying to hide how much I'd actually enjoyed it.
"Well, I'd be glad to suck you off again to pay you back. Or you could fuck me."
"Naw, I'm all worn out. I gotta get home and, besides, he might come back. We might not get off so easy next time."
"Hmm, I wouldn't mind if he did," he smiled sheepishly. "Oh, well, promises promises! Come on, I'll drive you home."
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