"Cop-Tales"
Story #2
If you stay in the patrol unit long enough and never bid out, it's inevitable it will happen. Especially with my rank and seniority, it's a given. Today was no different then what had happened four times to me already. Fresh out of the academy and green as fuck, I was to be his street training officer. I love it when they are new. Sold as fuck from the physical training, they all filled out there crisp new unforms perfectly. Wet behind the ears and smelling like a new car, it was my job to teach him the reality of being on the roads. With his pen in the perfect spot and his shoes shined to perfection, it would be my job to break down all that conditioning he'd just received.
This new pup was a fine-looking young man. The epitome of what the force was looking for these days. He was the poster child for helping get community relations stronger. We'd been introduced earlier and now it was time for me to take over furthering his training. As always with a new recruit, he followed me around like a puppy dog as I introduced him to the other officers on shift. I was given the honor of showing him the locker-room and leading him to his locker. As luck would have it, he was only approximately ten lockers down from mine. It was the perfect opportunity for me to observe him as he changed cloths at the end of shift. I was already enamored with his fine-looking ass in those uniform pants. The challenge was on as I wondered how long it'd take before I was tapping that thing?
He followed me into the bathroom and stood beside me when I instructed him to empty his bladder before we hit the road. With both our eyes boring a hole in the wall in front of us, I listened to his strong sounding piss stream hitting the urinal. I casually side eyed him and admired his fresh shaven jaw line. Stepping back and shanking off my cock, I presented it to him for observation.
"Fuck, nothing like a good piss is there," I blurted out as my booming voice forced him to look over at me? Instantly I watched as his eyes drifted down for an instant and check out my pecker. I let it hang free for a few seconds so he could really take it in before he hit the handle on his and stepped away zipping himself up.
In the patrol wagon, he sat at attention and looked ready for anything. I'm over here in my white socks and comfortable boots sporting a dad body with a condescending look on my face. I shook my head as I drove wondering how long it would take to break him down. These new guys think they know it all. That somehow, they are going to change the world singlehandedly. But shit, they have no clue how the real world acts out on the streets.
I held off being myself, acting like the role model he expected me to be. But that shit gets old driving around in a vehicle all night. It took about three days before I farted with the windows up. You should have seen the look on his face, especially when the smell drifted towards him.
"God dam dude, what the hell you eat last night," he cussed me as I laughed out loud and rolled his window down? Guys, I laughed my fucking ass off watching him try to distance himself from me in this tight space.
That was the slow beginning of us bonding. It worked every time. When you ride together for eight to ten hours a day, you begin to become almost like a married couple. He slowly let his walls down and we talked about everything on the long nights when not much was happening. He learned I had two little boys and a wife that I barely saw on night shift. I laid it out quickly that I was an over sexed bastard who wasn't getting enough at home.
"Don't ever get fucking married guy. Once you do, the pussy slows down after six months and is totally nonextant after you have your first kid. I use my hand now more than I ever did before we started dating." I reinforced my statement by gripping my crotch and looking over at him.
Of course, he was single, living alone in an apartment. I hated the idea of all the freedom I knew he had. I had pussy left and right hanging off me when I graduated from the academy. I know there has to be a few little Me's running around that I don't know about. As much fucking I was doing before I met the wife it had to of happened at some point. I gradually learned he grew up without a father and enlisted in the military right after high school.
"I always wanted to be a cop," he proudly told me with great enthusiasm. "The military really wasn't my thing. I enlisted just to make it look good on my police application."
I watched him every night get undressed in the locker room as I openly stared. He filled out his boxer briefs nicely, forward and backwards. But that ass was what I craved. And two out the last four rookies I'd trained ended up giving me access to their buttholes. I guess it's the dad like persona I give off to the rookies that makes them end up conceding to my demands. Or maybe it could have something to do with the fact that I hold their whole careers in my hands. The last thing they want is for me to report they are a fuck up. I mean who's going to believe a trainee over a senior officer? I always remind them of that just before I slide my cock up their ass.
"All you gotta do is give it up kid and I'll make sure you make it thru your probation period," I always lead off with before I end up in bed with them. After that, it's a good six months of me getting some steady pussy before they are set out on their own. The two trainees I tagged are full-fledged officers now. The other two flunked out, imagine that. Every time I see my old trainees, we have an unspoken understanding that what happened between us, stays between us. The first one I tagged, hell, I still pressure him into meeting up sometimes. Engaged and always bragging about his good-looking wife, he still occasionally gives me a crack at that sweet hole of his. Especially when I confront him in the bathroom stall at work, confessing I need his help getting off again. God dam he's a handsome fuck who takes cock like a pro.
This recruit, Kent, is going to be an easy mark, I can already tell. He'll do anything to be an officer and he's confessed that in no certain terms to me already. It took about a month before I made my move on him. I invited him to join a few of us after shift at a cop bar. He was eager as fuck to come and be one of the boys. I liquored him up really good in the two hours before closing. My old lady and kids were in bed so I could be as late as I wanted. He was young and couldn't hold his booze like us seasoned pros. He was staggering when they ran us out at closing. I being the great guy that I am, offered to drive him home.
I poured him into my truck as he babbled on about how much he admired me. Again, it was that daddy figure that always works for me. I rubbed his shoulders and even dared to rub his thigh as I drove. He was so drunk he didn't care and I put my balls on notice tonight was the night. My cock was semi hard the whole way over to his place. He lived on the ground floor which made helping him to his door much easier. Walking with his arm draped around my neck, I drank in his scent. As he fumbled with his keys, I purposely rubbed his tight firm ass. As I traced his butt crack thru his tight blue jeans, he never flinched. When he inserted his key in the door lock, I stood tightly behind him and dry humped my half hard cock against his ass.
"Come on in man," he said as the door opened. Little did he know there was no way I was going anywhere as I followed him in. He almost fell as I allowed him to walk on his own for a few steps. I took in his place knowing I'd be visiting here a lot more often after tonight. Sparsely furnished, it looked like a college kids place.
"Let's have another beer," he said with slurred speech as he staggered towards the kitchen. I shrugged my shoulders at the idea thinking maybe it might be easier on him if he was indeed drunker. As he leaned against his kitchen counter chugging his drink, I moved in for the kill. Leaned over with his elbows on the counter, I moved behind him and started my attack. I again blatantly started rubbing his firm ass as I moved up tight against his back. Then I ran my hands up under his tee-shirt and felt the hairy chest I'd observed for over a month.
"Dam you feel good," I coded to him as I kissed the back of his neck. Instantly even in his inebriated state, he froze like a deer in head lights. My cock was hard enough now that I'm sure he could feel its firmness rubbing between his butt cheeks. Instantly his instincts kicked in and he tried to pull away.
"Hold on, settle down Kent," I angerly said in his ear as I bear hugged him. "I want this and I know how bad you want to be an officer. My words hold a lot of power over how this all plays out with you keeping this job. We can do this the easy way and we both can enjoy ourselves. Or, the hard way. Come Monday I report you for insubordination. I'll go easy on you I promise. What you say man? Let's bond for the brotherhood and I'll guarantee you'll pass with flying colors."
I released him and waited to see what would happen next. I didn't step back in case he wanted to fight me. But I knew the kid wouldn't do that to a ranking officer. I reached out and rubbed his warm back before up I stuck my thumb up firmly between his butt cheeks and pushed it against his butt hole. "Come on man, this is what it means to be a team member. Do this for me Junior."
Slowly, he raised himself up and stood tall. "Is that what it's going to take for us to be able to work together," he asked? "And I'll pass?"
"Give it up once or twice a week kid and you'll pass with flying colors," I promised as I stepped back from him and folded my arms. "Hell, I'll even throw in a good word to your union rep for good measures."
He thought on it before he took a final swig from the beer bottle and tossed it across the room towards the trashcan. A loud crash was heard as glass shattered.
"Bedrooms back this way," he said softly as he turned and almost fell. I grabbed him again and held him up. I helped him get out of his boots before I pulled off his pants and underwear. He didn't resist in any way. Once he was naked from the waist down, he crawled in the bed on his belly and hugged his pillow.
I busted the kid's ass good that night. It took a lot of spit and determination on my part to breach his tight hole. I think halfway thru he finally passed out. It didn't stop me from getting my nut and I flooded him with a heavy thick load. After I pulled out, I admired the white cum that showed around his pucker when I parted his cheeks. I took a piss afterwards and headed into his kitchen hungry for something to eat. I could hear him snoring like a freight train as I opened his fridge. Left over Chinese was about all that was in there. Sitting at his table in my underwear, I woofed down the rice and noodles as I enjoyed the feeling of finally getting my nuts drained. After about thirty minutes of rummaging thru his personal stuff, I mounted him again as he moaned some resistance. His bed rocked and creaked as I easily gained access this time. I was able to maintain my rhythm longer and worked up a good sweat. My big balls were slapping up against his butt crack every time on the forward strokes. When I fired off this time he actually woke up for a few minutes. He looked up at me staring down at him dripping with sweat. I kissed and nuzzled his neck as I praised him.
"You did real good kid, really good. If I didn't know better, I'd say we conceived us a baby tonight. He nodded his head in conformation of my words as I pulled out of him. "I'm going to get out of here and let you rest. See you Monday," I offered as I got off the mattress looking for my pants.
"In a raspy voice he asked, "Did I pass the test," as I pulled on my underwear?
Come Monday, I'll admit I was a bit nervous as I always am after this takes place. You never know what will curse thru a dude's brain once he thinks about things. As I closed my locker, he came bouncing in breathing heavy. Realizing things seemed good between us, I assumed my role as his trainer and barked, "You're running late kid."
I sat in the car waiting for him going over our assignments. Suddenly he opened the door and jumped in. I dropped the vehicle in drive and we took off. He never mentioned a word about what had happened that whole night. In fact, he was a fucking chatty Cathy now for some reason. On and on he went about what he did over the weekend. Me with an envious look on my face as I listened to his shenanigans. All I fucking did was baby sat and changed shitty dippers all weekend.
At the end of shift as I rolled into the commands parking lot, I causally dropped the bomb. Hell, I wanted to know if the kid even remembered what happened between us.
"How's the ass feeling Junior?"
Ever so slowly as he looked out his side window as he offered in a soft voice, "Better dude. Saturday I was sore as fuck."
"Sorry about that kid," I tried to say with compassion in my voice. "I forget I've got a pretty good-sized hammer on me. The old lady used to love it. Guess now you have all the luck," I said as I reached around the laptop and smacked his big thigh. "You'll get used to it I promise," I said as I pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine. "My horniness won't be so bad once we get a steady schedule set up between the both of us. I trust you're still on board with our arrangement?"
I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned slightly towards him waiting for a reply. "Come on kid, I know I'm not your first so let's just handle this like adults." As I put my arms behind my head and stretched, I asked, "When you want to go at it again?"
Much to my surprise he offered up maybe Wednesday night. I was like, God dam, this kid wants it. Cool, I lucked out this time. "After shift kid or maybe we could do a quick lunch break get away at your place," I asked?
"You think we could really pull off going to my place while on duty," he asked as he turned and looked at me now?
"Junior, you've got a lot to learn about how the police force works. Leave it up to me to make things happen. In the mean time you need to pick some things," I said as I leaned to one side of the seat and let another fart rip off. "We need some lube, baby wipes to clean up with afterwards. And get something to clean you out. I hate shit on my dick afterwards."
I could see him taking notes mentally as I spoke. The next thing I did was lean back in the seat like a big buck and rubbed my crotch. "You and me are going to get along just fine kid."
I wore the hair off his butt cheeks in the five months we fucked. The kid developed an insatiable appetite for my dick. I usually fucked him twice a week. Once on shift and once at my house when the wife was working on the weekends. Yeah, I trusted him that much to invite him to my place. I introduced him to my kids as their uncle and he loved my boys. It was nice to be able to get completely naked at my place instead of fucking him with our uniform pants down at our knees. A quick fuck at his apartment with him bent over the kitchen counter was fine for a quicky. I'd blast the kid's ass in record time just to empty my nuts knowing we'd have a much longer romp the weekend. And I did prefer taking my time and really showing the kid who was the dominate one in our partnership.
My boys had the tendency of running in the extra bedroom where we fucked and annoying the hell out of us. It's tuff to stop mid stroke and kiss a boo-boo. How many times I had to withdraw from Kent and escort them out of the room was too numerous. My oldest always wanted to crawl up on the bed to ride daddy's back like horsey. Kent patiently waited with his legs still drawn back for me to get back in bed. My big cock swinging back and forth was laugh worthy on our part many a time. Thank God the kids were way too young to understand daddy was just getting some much-needed pussy off uncle Kent.
I had him babysitting the kids and tending to their needs while I watched a game on the TV between fucks. Sometimes I dragged that out for hours as I enjoyed him taking care of my rug rats. No more dirty dippers for me when he was around. And he waited on me hand and foot and it made me feel really special. No one ever suspected a thing. Including my wife. Because, hell, we're law men and no two-law man would ever do something like that.
When I had to set him free on his own, I hated the idea. We'd settled into a really steady fuck thing in those months together. Most all my loads were ear marked for him and when I got a wild hair up my ass, we'd fucked even more often. We drank together, ate together, pissed together and defiantly fucked together.
I taught him all my best moves. But the most important skills were how to pull over a male suspect. Things like how to check a dude's dick size without being too obvious when you're frisking them. I knew he'd be more interested in that then getting in a chick's pants. Or the subtle words you can use to get in a dude's pants. Somehow, I don't think I have to worry about that with Kent. He's defiantly a cock hound and he's the one who's going to be bent over the hood of a car, for sure! Whoever that dude ends up being, he'll really enjoy how I loosened him up. Oh yeah, I still hit him up for some nookie. That bastard caves like a bitch in heat when I stop by his place. I'm always guaranteed a piece of ass off him.
Now on to the next trainee!
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