The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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MAY Madness 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Arriving at his condo, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, Jean-Claude finally awakened out of his short nap in the car. Parked at the curb, in a no parking' zone, when he hoisted himself out of the back seat, he was confronted not by AJ, but rather a man in blue'.
"Oh hello there," Jean-Claude addressed the `swimmers build', "um, Officer?"
"The sign says `no parking', in case you missed it?" The police officer mentions, his implement for ticket-writing pointing out the white sign with the red lettering.
Not meant as `a line', Jean-Claude asks in all sincerity, "Haven't we met before?" Being a resident of Asbury Park for numerous years, he's kind of holds the names and faces of the police force in his mind.
Sensing something deep', the officer uses the top of his pen, indicating on the little gold badge, "Knight. Officer Mike Knight and to answer your question," Officer Knight replies, writing as he speaks, "we met in front of the soup kitchen down on Church St.?" He could have made merry of Jean-Claude's casual manner in picking up a guy, but Mike was on duty' and decided to refrain from such behavior. Instead he had a different approach.
Taking the parking ticket in his hand, Jean-Claude immediately informs Officer Knight, "But it's not my car!"
Flipping his pad close, clicking the pen closed, pocketing it and pad in his tight pec pocket, Knight tells, "I know that!"
Wearing a strange face, detecting humor in the quirky little smile, Jean-Claude reexamines the ticket, noticing it isn't written on the typical parking ticket form, but rather a facsimile in the same shade. "What's this?"
Smiling broader, Knight replies as he uncaps his head, smoothes back his head of hair and replaces it, "Give me a call after six."
As he stood there studying `the ticket', Knight exiting, Denny makes his arrival on the scene.
But as he went to grab the ticket from Jean-Claude, he didn't even let Denny see it, as well as steal it from his hand. "It's okay Denny. It's the least I can do."
`Can't be a parking ticket,' Denny thought to himself, but then maybe J-C didn't know, "Oh by the way, have you heard parking restrictions have been relaxed until the end of next month?"
So if Jean-Claude thought he was hiding something, he knew Denny had found him out! "No, I didn't know?"
"On account of so much construction and shopping."
Jean-Claude knew the yellow-colored piece of paper held in his hand was a `bogus' ticket. He wondered how much Denny had guessed thus far?
"So, what did Mike give you? His phone number?"
"Being kind of nosy, aren't you Denny? Tell me though, since you're so up on the Asbury Park Police Department, how do you know `this' particular police officer so well, when I haven't seen him.... Well he does look familiar, but I know all the cops and he hasn't been around too long.
"You're right on the ball J-C. Mike's been on the force for roughly three weeks and as far as you recognizing him, he was the cop giving Kevin a tough time outside of the soup kitchen?"
"That's it!" Jean-Claude recalls after Denny jogs his mind. Soon enough his thoughts turn back to Knight. "You seem kind of chummy with him?"
Denny smiles. Leaning against his car, arms folded across his midsection, legs crossing each other in a relaxed fashion, he says, "Met him the day before his first day on the job."
And knowing Denny was leading him on, "Oh? And how would that go?"
"Before he hit town, we happened to exchange glances at the rest stop on the parkway."
Denny was ready to leave it at that, but Jean-Claude would not settle for a quick solution for his curiosity, "Continue?"
Looking back and forth, up and down the sidewalk, Denny opens with, "Looks like light pedestrian traffic."
"Huh?" Jean-Claude questions.
"Every time I tell the story I have a tendency for my crotch to get bloated?"
If it was that kind of a story, Jean-Claude wasn't convinced he could not keep a tent pole from erecting a full sized canopy over his essentials.
Moving Denny's story indoors, AJ wondered, "What took you guys?"
Reluctant to say so, Denny wasn't hesitant to mention, "Oh J-C. He wanted to hear my `Mike Knight' story."
Rather than put a downer in it, AJ pumped it up, "Oh cool! Yeah, you should hear this. It'll give you a rise, J-C."
All psyched up, Jean-Claude faced the decision to let the story rip or forfeit, seeing Kevin and Emre standing there. Instead of following through, he sidetracks Denny, giving the teens his attention, "You guys find your way around?" And taking Emre by the shoulder, "Find a room to settle in?"
Indeed he did and like Jean-Claude thought, wasn't at all the case he figured as Kevin tested the waters, "If it's alright J-C, I don't mind sharing my room with Emre?"
`And your bed?' Jean-Claude thought right out, but nicely remarks, "Fine with me as long as you guys have enough space?" This time he meant the room, not the bed!
"I think it will work out," Emre voiced his opinion.
"Fine. It's settled then."
"Um, okay," Kevin replies. "We've got some unpacking to do, so....."
Two left and two remained.
"So J-C, want to like... hear me out?"
AJ's hand was all ready - in position, throwing a reminder of what they were talking about before Jean-Claude tended to Kevin's and Emre's needs.
Nevertheless, Jean-Claude's mind dwelled on feelings for the minor attachment he still held onto for Kevin. "Maybe later. I'm kind of tired and anxious to get out of these clothes."
With an evil-derived grin on his face, one from crossing Denny's story with Jean-Claude's actions, AJ puts it, "Need some help?"
In all seriousness and not in a playful set of mind, Jean-Claude responds, "Ummm, no thanks AJ. Why don't you two run along and play?"
Taking the hint, the two bid their farewells and departed in peace. As for Jean-Claude, he retired to his room and with early afternoon kicking in, he first thought about how to spend the rest of the day.
Sitting on the foot of the bed he flopped to his back. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he spelled relief. Hitting the soft mattress seemed to lift not only the burden of standing up, but that of having Kevin back in his house. Not how he planned it, Emre's presence, cast some dismay into his thoughts. Being things turning out this way, Jean-Claude concerns himself with, "Oh well, what was meant to be was meant to be!" Amending thoughts crowding his mind, he pictured Denny with AJ and Kevin with Emre, which left him with... zilch!
Lying there, he felt a load lifted off of himself. If he didn't have Kevin for himself at least he knew Kevin was happy with Emre. Leaving it as is, he moved on. Feeling a little sorry for himself, he also felt horny for some reason. Maybe leftover from where Denny was going to continue his story, but didn't on his own behalf, he found himself pawing his crotch lightly. `Now' he craving desire to know what happened between Denny and Officer Mike Knight at the rest stop. Having known Denny for ages, like the back of his hand, his lets his mind ramble on, carving out the character of Officer Knight.
Before he gets started, Jean-Claude sits up, strips off his polo shirt and lays back down, kicks his shoes off and shimmies up to the head of the bed. Almost in a whisper he says to himself, "This could get messy!" He goes for the belt buckle, dividing the flaps of his jeans. Arching his bod he pushes the waistline down and like a banana, peels it away from his butt. He more or less kicks the pants off, aided by his hands. In a wad he tosses them to a chair, misses, but doesn't give two hoots.
Getting comfy, he smiles at his cock already showing some momentum. Going at it with his right hand, his left falls by his side. "What's this?" he asks, but immediately recognizes the yellow piece of paper which must've fallen out of his pants pocket. He reads the top, "Mike Knight," adding the phone number. "Hmm," he gestures, thinking maybe he should and maybe he shouldn't make the call. But then again Jean-Claude thinks he's in a bind here. A sex-swap for a parking ticket.
"But wait!" He recalls, "Denny says all parking is suspended until next month!"
Thinking, `That Mike Knight is such a sly fox!' His hand punches the mattress as Jean-Claude stares up at the ceiling, shaking his head, thinking of how he fell for the police officer's scheme.
Suddenly feeling something he presses his chin to his hairy chest. Scanning down his bod, he peers over his hairy midchest, straight down the thick, tidy path down his abs, at the pup tent becoming visible. Making excuses for himself, he rationalizes with obligation, "I should call." And to further add to the cause, "I suppose Mr. Right-Now is better then nothing!"
Rolling over onto his side, Jean-Claude reaches for the phone. Dialing seven numbers he waits for the pickup. "Rats!" he says of the message, some hot, sexy guy's voice telling him his options.
After hanging up, he finds no relief down below. First he parks his balls over the elastic of his briefs, then finds no reason to keep them on, other than the tightness tends to keep the skin tight over his balls. "Big deal!" he almost inaudibly replies, chucking the briefs in the same direction as his jeans. Giggling, he awards himself, "Missed again!"
Settling down to business, he reaffirms his stance, his hand sliding up and down his cock a few times. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" he says in a mellow tone as the palm of his left hand brushes against the brown fur, the thick trail up his abs, running over the fur of his right pec, then backing over his left pec, his thumb skimming over his left nip. "Ohhhhh," he sighs with pleasure. Isolating his nip from the pec-rug, Jean-Claude finds himself stroking. Crossing his chest, he plays with his other nip, still stroking his hard shaft softly. Feeling intensely pleasurable he closes his eyes.
This is when reality begins the crossover to fantasy, his mind thinking about Mike Knight. Knocking at his door, he lets him in. Seemingly rushed, first they are in the foyer and then next scene, two seconds later, Mike is stripped out of his police uniform and kneeling on the bed. A bit of authority strewn forth, instead of how Denny portrayed the cop, Jean-Claude paints a different picture, "Yeah... get that mouth on my cock copper!"
All along, in his mind, it was Officer Mike Knight's mouth pursed around his cock, the fantasy part of his day-dreaming, but in reality his spit was the vehicle for keeping him lubed up.
"Oh yeah..." Jean-Claude said softy, still toying with his nip. With momentum building, he stroked vigorously. With his eyes closed he was still in his bedroom, but instead of lying in bed, his fantasy had Mike Knight flat on his back and feet in the air. "Oh yeah... oh yeah.... Oh fuckin' yeah!" he called out, arching his back. In real-time his shaft erupted, sending ropes of cum shooting like a volatile mountain peak. "Oh-oh-oh..." he exclaimed, shoving his torso upwards with each shot of man-seed. Gravity began pulling him back to earth as he slowly lost inertia. Now his hand slowly stroked his slime-covered cock, till his final crash, hand circled around the base of his shaft. Lying there, Jean-Claude thought of how hot a fuck Mike Knight `is'!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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