Cop a Feel
Fiction by Greg Stevens
This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious.
Cop a Feel -- Chapter 4
As I drove home from work, I realized it had been days since I heard from Officer Newcomb which left me frustrated and hornier then normal. I constantly thought about how he looked as I slowly pulled the zipper down on his leather jacket revealing his naked hairy body. It was unexpected and so hot. I thought about the feeling of the leather gloves on my body and how he felt when I sunk my dick into his tight as to fuck him in the woods, like animals. I recalled the sound of his voice calling me "Sir" sending excitement through me.
"Fuck" I said out loud in the car as my dick snaked down the leg of my pants. A wet spot was forming from all the precum that had saturated through my underwear and my wool pants. My mind flashed on fantasies of Officer Newcomb waiting for me in just his leather jacket and gloves. His hairy body framed by the leather kneeling on the floor waiting for me to use him. "Fuck and FUCK" I said again realizing this was only making my dick harder and me more frustrated.
A bit of relief came over me as I pulled into the driveway. My wife wasn't home yet, and I would have a sometime to relieve some tension before she got home. I walked through the garage to the kitchen and saw the note on the counter: "Home later. Dinner in the fridge. Love Betsy" the note read. A wave of freedom flowed over me as I slammed the note down and headed to the bedroom, realizing I would have some time to enjoy myself.
Quickly I took off my cloths and went to the bed then pulled out my tablet to look at some porn. All of my normal videos didn't seem to do much for me anymore. I began widening my search. In the past a hot guy jerking off was all I needed, now I wanted more. A video with 2 guys in suits having sex in an office looked interesting. A couple videos with guys in military uniforms which caught my attention for a few minutes.
Finally, I found a video that caught my eye; A guy in a convertible stops along the road and starts talking to a guy walking by. Then the guy gets out of the car, and they start touching each other, then they start to make out. Soon the guy from the car is naked and the other guy is playing with his ass. The scene cuts and now he is fucking the guy on the hood of his car. The video was ok, nothing special. Until I watched the next scene that really seemed to get me excited. On the side of the road is a 3rd guy watching the 2 go at it. He is wearing a leather jacket, with no shirt, his pants are open, and he is jerking off as he watches.
The guy looked hot, but the video kept moving between the 2 fucking and the guy watching and I realized I more interested in the guy jerking off. Finally, I paused the video on a good scene of him holding his dick and a strange thought came over me. I laid the tablet on the bed and went to the closet. Way in the back was my old leather bomber. A jacket I hadn't warn in years. As I pulled it out, I could feel my heart racing with excitement.
I went back to the bed and inspected it, then slipped it on over my naked skin. The leather was cold and felt unusual against my skin. I went to look at myself in the mirror. An awkward thrill came over me as I looked at my reflection in just the leather jacket. I liked the way the leather framed my naked skin and I felt excited. I brought my nose to the leather and breathed it in. It smelled good, but not the same as Officer Newcomb's leather jacket. The smell excited me just the same.
I laid down on the bed and began to stroke my cock. I thought about the video and Officer Newcomb. I rubbed the leather over my body and even around my balls. The soft brown leather caressed my skin sending waves of sexual energy over my body. I picked up the tablet and looked at the guy in his leather jacket watching from the side of the road and wondered what it would feel like to touch him, or maybe to even drop to my knees and suck his dick.
As I continued to fantasize, I could feel my balls pulling up to my body. I could feel my dick head swell and my breathing became ragged. I slowed my stroking, trying to hold back the orgasm. I closed my eyes tight and held my breath, but it was too late. Warm cum splashed my body, then another shot and a third one. I held my dick as the last drops of cum oozed from the tip onto my hand. I lay still oi the bed allowing the powerful orgasm to wash over me until my body slowly relaxed.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look at my body. Cum pooled on my abs. Some of it shot onto the sleeve of the leather jacket. My mind said don't do it, but a stronger force was calling to me as I lifted the sleeve and licked the leather clean. The taste was exciting and different. Then I slumped back on the bed and just let my mind be free.
I stayed in the leather jacket another 10 minutes before the cum on my belly began to get cold and I needed to clean up before my wife got home. I looked at the leather jacket to make sure I got all the cum off. I breathed in the smell one more time before tucking it away in the back of the closet, then jumped in the shower to wash the cum off.
Just as I was getting ready to slip into the shower to rinse the cum off my body, I heard the buzz of my cell phone. I looked to see a message from Officer Newcomb. "Want to meet tomorrow?" He asked. Hell, yeah, I thought. "Meet me in the morning on the side of the road like before" I typed, then got into the shower. As I thought about my plan for the morning, my dick began to get hard again.
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