"Cop-Tales"
Tale 1
This was the boring part. Sitting alongside the expressway just waiting. With my warning lights going, their cast became brighter as the sun disappeared from the sky. The red and blue lights danced off the big rigs that passed by along with the surrounding trees. My focus was on the vehicles that didn't change lanes as they fast approached mine. As my patrol car swayed back and forth from the gust of wind they whipped up, I cussed the lazy bastards.
"What the fuck dudes. Can't you give a lawman a break," I bellowed as I adjusted my hot confined crotch? "You're dam lucky I can't pull out and give you a ticket," I added as my left hand now lay lazily atop my zipper.
Ever so slowly my index finger started flickering back and forth over my soft cock head. Horniness slowly took over as I scanned my laptop and let out a deep sigh. I took a big drink of my coffee as my mind wavered. Boredom was defiantly my enemy. It didn't help that I hadn't jerked off for a couple days well alone gotten laid in weeks. I spread my legs wider as I looked down at my uniformed self. The epitome of masculinity and authority reflected back up into my eyes. Pretty good-looking if I say so myself, filled my mind as I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Clean shaven and sporting a fresh high and tight, I looked the role I played to perfection. Yet I still had problems getting fucking laid. "What the fuck," I cussed out loud and shook my head?
My cock slowly came alive as I absent mindedly started rubbing that ridge of super sensitive skin that run from your piss slit down. It seemed like it was taking forever for the towing service I waited on to arrive. I could still smell the odor of burnt oil fill my nostrils as the wind blew the right direction thru my open windows. With the valves suddenly tapping and the oil warning light coming on, I pulled over knowing something serious had gone wrong with my ride. Approaching a hundred thousand miles on the odometer, it was almost time to replace my cruiser. This girl and I have been thru some serious things together, but time takes its toll on everything.
My mind casually drifted to the last dick I had as I scanned both my mirrors keeping abreast of approaching traffic. Way too many officers have been rear ended by inattentive drivers, so I keep my eyes peeled. What I could do was beyond my control but I at least wanted to know if my life was about to be in jeopardy. Juggling two thoughts was easy if your mind is conditioned to do so. And mine was razor sharp in that regard. Between arresting a suspect and lusting after him at the same time, you learn.
I could still feel that's dudes cock slip past my asshole as I crunched my toes in my heavy boots. "God dam, what a cock he had on him," I sighed to myself as I closed my eyes. My ass raised up slightly off the seat as I tensed reliving the moment. My cock was at full attention now and strained the material of my uniform pants. I wanted so badly to unzip my pants and knockoff a quick jerk as my ass clinched tighter. But I didn't have a towel handy and I knew from experience that the tow truck would show up the minute I was about to pop my load.
We'd met the way you usually do these days, on a gay app. I'd hooked up with several dudes from there so far. Not a one knowing they were plowing a cop's ass when they got in my pants. But this was by far my most intriguing fuck. He'd posted his cock shots and I liked what I saw. I'll admit it only to myself, I'm a fucking cock hound. So of course, I messaged him. We'd worked out the small details like me exchanging butt shots and an asshole view. From there, we both somewhat knew what to expect from the other. Of course, it was clear I was the one who was going to get fucked. Once that was established, I asked, "Are you negative?"
That got his attention instantly. I guess that always implies you're willing to go raw with a dude these days. His instant replied was, "I've got a big load I want to dump in you." Of course, that got my blood pumping faster. Because he was right, I did want to go raw with him. That was followed by him desperately wanting to hook up that evening. We talked on the phone and set up the place where we could meet. But I was already on the job so I had to convince him that tomorrow afternoon was better. Playing around with my phone during any slow times on duty, I always ended up on this site looking for dick.
He lived in a rural area that was almost an hour south from my place. That fit in perfect for me wanting to keep my identity on the down low. He told me he owned an auto repair business where he lived in the back. Mechanic and jack of all trades is how he described himself. That made his mystique even more desirable knowing he was a down to earth, blue-collar kind of guy.
My mind was brought to the present when another large truck roared by me and caused the car to pitch again. Taking another drink of coffee, I let out a big yawn and tried to resist manipulating my cock anymore. But the fucker demanded attention as I noticed a wet spot had formed thru my uniform pants already. As I fingered the wet spot, I was rewarded with a wetness that was slimy. It was proof positive I needed relief. My nuts were backed up and leaking slime like a mother fucker. Ever so slowly I traced circles in the slick wetness. It didn't take long for my mind to drift back to my previous thoughts.
Getting more comfortable in my seat, I put my hand in my chin as I remembered that next afternoon. I pulled up in front of his business with butterflies in my stomach. You never really know who is real and not some kind of whack job when it comes to hooking up for anonymous sex. Lord, some of the dudes I let up my ass in desperation was depressing looking back. Low life fuckers who didn't deserve to get a law man's ass walked away with their loads planted in me. But a dick is a dick when you are in heat and common sense is tossed aside. And I can't deny it, I enjoyed every one of them pumping my ass.
Even with my training and confidence, I still get nervous exposing myself like this. Nobody thinks a law man would ever be a bone chaser. But I'm proof that even a man who does what I do for a living needs a dick up his ass once in a while. And it forces me to take chances that my fellow officers would most likely never take. When an opportunity presents its self to me, even alongside a road, I usually take that risk. And a lot of dudes have gotten to walk away Scott free in exchange for the contents of their balls, if they play there cards right.
Not all took the bait and I was always cool with their decision. But I've had my uniform pants at my knees more times than I want to admit on a desolate road. Believe me, a lot of married guys are willing to give you a load in exchange for not getting a ticket. Finishing with a dude having a shit eating grin and a cocky swagger as he walks back to his ride hoisting his pants high on his hips. A quick wave out their window as they pull away, is there acknowledgement that this will stay between the two of us as I walk to my car door buckling my gun belt back in place.
This guy's place was indeed in a rural area. Just off the road, the building was white with the business name plastered across the top. There were three bays and all were occupied. Ten to fifteen other vehicles including trucks and farm tractors littered the surrounding area.
I remember causally getting out of my truck and meandering towards the front entrance. I could hear a pressure gun being use to remove tires off in the distance as I entered. An electronic chime was activated as I stepped in and I heard a loud voice yell.
"I'll be right with you in just a minute," rang out as I plunged my hands in my front pockets. Nervously, I paced around checking out the advertisements on the walls. The smell of grease and old oil filled the air as I waited. Within a few minutes a shirtless guy wearing black suspenders appeared with grease up his big solid arms. His hands were black with crude as well. Using a blue towel, he tried in vain to clean his hands as he asked, "Can I help you?"
I was instantly intrigued by his looks. Tons of black fur covered his bare upper chest and he looked like he'd just stepped out of an Amish dream. Broad chested with burly arms, a thick beard covered his face. Nervously answering, I was worried I had the wrong guy as he looked nowhere even close to a guy who liked to fuck dudes.
"Yeah, I think I might have the wrong place. But I was supposed to meet up with a guy named Jacob?"
Quickly a smile formed on his face as he then asked, "Kent, right?"
A deep sigh escaped my lungs as I then smiled in return and extended my hand. As his strong grip incased my hand, I took in his masculinity.
"You're a fine specimen of an English man," he responded as he stepped up to me and firmly gripped my right pec thru my tee shirt. Then running his dirty hand down over my upper arm, he moved behind me and checked out my ass. Feeling like I was a piece of livestock up for sell, he traced my butt crack as he commented, "You're going to do just fine," before he added, "Hope you don't mind me being dirty and kind of sweaty. If not, follow me back."
I shadowed him into a large room at the rear of the building as I admired his ass. His upper body was V-shaped and quite muscular with a thick clump of black hair atop the crack of his ass. Oil and the smell of new tires filled the air and heightened the moment for me. My thoughts went back to all the times I had my truck serviced and wondered how the mechanics I saw looked naked.
The room was as basic as it could be. More of an afterthought then anything. Everything was focused on being used for surviving and nothing much more than that. It was one room with a double bed tucked off in the corner. A makeshift hotplate was piled with dirty pots and the trashcan overflowed. As I scanned my surroundings, I noticed he had slipped his suspenders off his shoulders and turned and faced me.
"Come on, let's see what I'm getting today," he said as I watched him unbutton the top of his pants. He stood watching as I slipped my tee-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. His eyes followed my every move as I watched his unconventional dingy looking underwear come into view. They gave no indication of what was hidden behind the fabric as I undid my pants and stepped out of them.
"There you go, don't be shy. We both know why you're here. I don't care at all what's between your legs. I'm only interested in your pussy big man. That picture you sent me was nice, now I want to see it for real," he said as he saw me hesitate. "I'm just interested in getting my nut. I hope that's what you're looking for also. If not, you've got the wrong guy here if you're looking for something more," he causally said as he pulled his underwear down.
"I want to be quick. I have lots of work to get done today. So hopefully we understand each other then," he casually said as he stood there in his socks?
I was rewarded with seeing his soft uncircumcised cock hanging down impressively in a really thick grove of black groin hair. His nuts hung low with the right one hanging a little lower than the other. I wet my lips causally and he saw my reaction as he gripped his cock up and shook it at me.
"Yeah, I understand," I answered as my cock came to life knowing I was just being used for a quick hump and dump. That awoken something primal within me and I was instantly enamored with this guy.
"Got about a week's load in my balls," he said boastfully as he motioned me towards his bed. "Figured a guy like you would like knowing that."
There wasn't any foreplay or fucking around. I watched as his cock swelled full on stiff quickly. With his foreskin half exposing his moist looking cock head, I quickly dropped to my knees and engulfed the head. The smell of an uncut cock filled my nostrils as I savored the taste of him. Hung about seven inches, his cock was hard as a rock as I worked his shaft.
"Fuck, that's enough man," he said as he forced my mouth off him. "That's not what you're here for, so let's get down to business," he told me as he grabbed some kind of cream in a tube that turned out to be slick as hell for fucking.
When I crawled up on the unmade bed, he was right behind me. He wanted me on my stomach and as I got into position, he grabbed two pillows and stuffed them under my groin area. Now laying on the bed, my ass was propped up much higher than my body. He examined my pucker with his callused greasy fingers as he applied the cream to my asshole.
"You've got a beautiful pussy on you dude," he said as he tossed the tube on the floor. "You get much action from that app," he asked as he moved into position?
"I've hooked up with a few," I managed just as he placed his warm cock head against my pucker.
"I like that man. Lots of dudes been up this ass then. I wanted someone experienced just willing to fuck. I really need this and I know I'm going to pop off pretty fast. It's going to be nice topping a big dude like you especially with this ass on you," he bragged as he rubbed both my butt cheeks.
He fucked the shit out of me and that aint no lie! That rigidly bed rocked back and forth in unison to his thrusting. He grunted like a wild animal as he fucked and constantly encouraged me to tighten my grip on his cock more. I'd say he lasted about two minutes before he froze and I felt his cock swell even bigger and start spitting cum up inside me. When the last contraction left his cock, he was instantly withdrawing from me. Liquid gushed out of me before I could squeeze me asshole tight because he was that fast on the withdraw.
He was off the bed and instantly pulling on his underwear as he instructed me, I needed to get myself together. I took a minute to ponder what happened so quickly as I watched him putting his pants back on. His ass was covered with black hair as was his strong looking thighs. Raising myself up off the bed, I observed a puddle of slime that had escaped me on the pillow case below. My insides felt bloated and my asshole sloppy as I got my feet planted on the floor.
He in the meantime had exited the room and left me alone. I wanted to dry my ass crack but there wasn't any bathroom that I could see. Reluctantly, I pulled on my underwear knowing the tell-tail evidence of our union would most likely be evident when I got home. I quickly got dressed and as I pulled my tee-shirt back on, I heard the power wrench working again. When I walked out, he was visible in the third bay pulling a tire off a car. I walked over not knowing if I should or not. Like a fucking shy teenager, I pushed both my fists in my front pockets as I approached him. Proud as fuck within knowing I'd been topped by this hard-working guy at my feet, I stumbled nervously at first when I spoke.
"Hey man, how's it going now? I hope you enjoyed what just happened between us," I offered as he looked up at me with confusion on his face? "I know I really did and I was hoping we could do this again sometime?" I'd never asked or begged for it before but I felt like I was at this point.
"Yeah sure, I'll let you know," he answered as he started working again completely ignoring me. "I've got your number."
Feeling as thought I was just dismissed, I moved towards my truck thru the open bay door. A feeling of loneness came over me as I walked away.
The fullness in my bladder reminded me I needed to take a piss as I slipped back to reality. That same feeling of loneness swept over me again as I took another large sip of my coffee. I ran my hand thru my buzzcut and tried to shake it all off. "I've defiantly gotta get me a piss bottle," I said out loud as I tried to distract my mind. I scanned the trees that lay beyond the paved shoulder wondering if I should. "Or stop drinking so much dam coffee," I sighed as I opened the car door. I made sure no traffic was approaching as I quickly got out sporting a bulge in my uniform pants. I moved off the shoulder swiftly and stepped into the darkness of a grove of trees. I made my way behind a large tree trunk to make sure I wasn't visible by anyone passing by. The roar of traffic was intoxicating as I unzipped my pants and hauled out my still hard cock. It felt nice giving my pecker some air.
Of course, I gave him a few good pulls before I concentrated extra hard to get my flow going up my hard cock. I dribbled like hell at first with piss running down my shaft wetting my pants. "Mother fucker," I cussed as I shook piss off my fingers. Thankfully, my stream started flowing stronger as I pulled my shaft down lower. I pissed a high arch up onto the tree bark and sighed as the pressure in my bladder slowly subsided. Nothing like a good piss I thought to myself as the wind blew lightly over me. A deep-seated sigh escaped me as I watched my piss run down the tree. I saw the irony in the fact that I had pulled over when I saw other dudes doing just the same alongside the road. At least I wasn't that asshole of an officer who issued a ticket for public nuisance.
As my stream ebbed, I shook off the last few drops. But I didn't withdraw my hand as I should have. Ever so slowly I started bringing my cock back to life as I scanned around me to be sure it was safe. The urge was too great and I couldn't stop myself. "Fuck, I can't be doing this," I cussed as I hacked up a wad of spit and applied it to my pink cock head and shaft. All around me my red and blue lights danced off the trees and bushes as I started jerking myself off. My hand beat against the fabric of my pants as my fist moved up and down my shaft. I arched my hips outward and pushed my cock upward into the warm night air. My gun rocked back and forth against my hip as I worked up a steady fuck rhythm. Taking a chance, I tossed my head back, closed my eyes and drifted back to the previous fuck I was focused on.
"Mother fucker, fuck me," I moaned loudly thru clinched teeth as my cum churned in my nuts. Stopping once to check around me again, I pulled up another large wad of spilt and went for it aggressively. My fist was a whirl moving up and down as my breathing increased and my face contorted. I grunted uncontrollably like a pig snorting as cum moved up my shaft and started firing off into the air. With my eyes rolled back in my head, I didn't watch, but I could hear the large wads of cum hitting the leaves and underbrush in front of me.
"God fucking dam I needed that," rolled off my lips rather loudly as I came down off my high. As I caught my breath, a deep satisfying sigh escaped me as I looked down at my slimy cock head. A large bead of white cum was perched ready to drop from my piss slit. Shaking it off, I slowly started to push my shrinking cock back in my zipper. Just then I heard,
"Nice show officer," came from a guy dressed in a camouflage tee-shirt and pants standing not too far from me. "I saw your lights thru the woods. Just a guy out here hunting if you're wondering why I'm around. Thought maybe you might need some help," he said as he stepped closer.
"But it looks like you're doing pretty dam good," he spoke as he removed the riffle that was hanging off his shoulder and leaned it against a tree. "That was a hell of a cum squirt you fired off. Fuck, seeing that made me horny as hell dude." His right hand gripped the top of his zipper as he asked, "Any chance you could help another dude out? A suck or a quick roll in the leaves would be great. You know, payment for keeping my mouth shut about all this. Or we could talk about something else in exchange if you're not into another dude's dick," he offered as he groped himself?
"Fuck," was all I could manage to say as I knew I'd fucked up royally. I sized him up quickly and made my choice. Reluctantly removing my gun belt and dropping it to the ground, I started undoing my uniform pants as I sighed, "It's gotta be quick if you want a piece of ass."
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he approached me undoing the top of his pants. "I'll be quick officer, no worries about that."
(Yeah, I know I said I was done with cop stories. Guess I'm not.)
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