That's My Job
by Brian Holliday
Streetlights were coming on as I left the apartment building. Last call of the day, thank God. My partner had bugged out early when I said I could handle this one alone. Boy, had I been right. My supervisor had a good laugh when I called it in.
A beat cop was walking toward me. His collar was loose and his tie was missing. I figured he must be off shift, too.
"That your ambulance?" he called.
"Yeah, sure. Is there a problem?"
"You're blocking the hydrant." He aimed his chin at the yellow painted hunk of metal near my bumper.
"So?" I was irritated. "It's not like I was paying a lot of attention when I parked. Some dog complain to you?"
He frowned, and then his eyes drifted below my belt before he yanked them back up. "Call couldn't have been too serious. You're alone."
I shook my head. I would have just got in and drove off, but he was kind of cute, a little taller than me but maybe around the same age, all rigged out in that nice clean uniform. Made my whites look bad, especially at the end of the day. I'd spilled some ugly brown antiseptic on my sleeve and there was a dime-sized drop of dried blood on my shoe from that guy with the broken nose. Oh well, hazards of the job. Besides, that look of his made me wonder. Was he interested in how I parked, or me?
"OK, if you need my life story... mom thought her kid drank some window cleaner or something. Turned out it was just one of those energy drinks. Kid's fine, but she and dad are driving him to the hospital, just to be sure." I waved at the man and woman headed for the parking lot towing their four year old. The boy grinned and flipped me off. Kids today. Little fucker's mouth was still blue.
I turned back to the cop. "So, why you taking time out of your busy criminal-catching day to hassle me..." I noticed his nameplate, "Officer C. Mallory?"
"Charlie." He watched the citizens as they stuffed junior into a minivan. "I was walking home from the station and saw you run in," he said. "Thought you might need some help." He glanced back at me, tried a smile. Damn, he had nice blue eyes.
"Sure," I said. "So you waited right here on the curb. Real helpful."
"I was on my way in when you came out." He unbuttoned his shirt a little more, looked down at my nameplate. "J. Peterson. What's the 'J' for?"
"Just call me Pete." No way was I telling him my name was Julius. "Say, officer." I smiled, looked him up and down. Nice and slim, a swimmer's body. "Where do cops go when they get off... work?"
He grinned back, giving me a little jolt where it counts. "Depends. What about EMT's?"
"There's a place or two I like." I unlocked the van's passenger door. "I'm headed for Joe's Grill now. You're welcome to tag along."
"Hey, why not? Never rode in the front of one of these." He climbed in. Sure had a nice ass.
I got in the driver's side and watched him buckle his seatbelt. I measured the distance across the console and wished the van had a bench seat. Charlie checked out the interior, admired all the bells and whistles, and turned to check me out, too. He winked. "All set."
"OK," I said, and put the big van in gear. "Don't even think about trying the siren, and keep your hand off the stick - while I'm driving, anyway."
He laughed, pulled his baton out of its holster and stroked his fist up and down the thing a couple times before stowing it under the seat with his equipment belt. "I'll try to remember that." My cock twitched.
The bar wasn't busy on a Thursday night, just a few cars in the lot. I parked way in back and jumped out, stopped to peel off my stained jacket. The t-shirt underneath was still clean and tight, just the way I liked them. The cop seemed to appreciate that, if his leer meant anything. I flexed my biceps and pecs a little, proud of the work I did to keep in shape for the job - and for other things. "Looks like a good idea," he said, and pulled off his shirt. His undershirt was white, too, and the way it bulged made me think he also worked out. He took off his cap and tossed it on the seat. "Let's go in. I'm thirsty."
A couple of beers and a burger later, I was feeling pretty good. Charlie leaned back in the booth and sipped at his latest brew. "You like being a cop?" I asked.
One of his feet found mine under the table. "It has its moments," he replied. "You like what you do, Pete?"
"Yeah, there's a lot of stupid stuff and some false alarms, like tonight, but most of the time I feel like I make a difference. That's what we all want, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. But it's not all we want, right?" He had the hottest blue eyes I'd seen in a while, and his black buzz cut and end-of-shift stubble made me wonder if he was hairy anywhere else. His nipples pushed the knit fabric up into two points. I shifted to adjust my cock.
Charlie finished his last fry and pushed the plastic basket aside. "You want anything else," he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Nah," I said, concentrating on the feel of his hard-soled shoe on my calf. "I'm good."
"Prove it." He smiled a little, eyes half-closed.
I grinned and stood up, thinking it was a good idea to leave now, before my half-hard got much harder. Charlie's pants had a bigger bulge than I remembered.
We walked back to the ambulance faster than we left it. Charlie stood close while I unlocked the door.
"You always drive the same van?" His voice was husky now.
"Nah," I said. "Whichever one's available, they're all pretty much the same." My mind was not on work. Charlie walked around and tried to look in the rear windows, but they were painted over.
"What all's in the back?" He looked at me and grinned.
A light bulb went on in my head. "You wanna see?"
"Show me."
The stretcher's sheet was clean since I didn't need it for my last call. Every bit of space had its use, from the gooseneck lamp over the cot to the equipment and medication storage spaces on the walls. "Can I get a closer look?" he asked.
I nodded and got a nice view of his ass as he climbed in. I followed, just in case he needed any help finding things. The doors closed behind us and I thumbed the lock.
He sat on the edge of the cot and slipped off his shoes. They thumped to the floor one by one. I kicked them under the cot along with my own. Lights from the parking lot shown dimly through the windshield. We didn't bother with the lamp.
"Kinda convenient back here." He pulled his t-shirt over his head. His chest was furry and a dark trail ran south from his navel. He reached for my hips, undid my belt and pants button, then lay back on the little pillow.
"Yeah, lots more room than a patrol car." I leaned forward to run a hand over his chest, the curly hairs rough against my skin. I rubbed each hot, hard nipple with my palm and he moaned, low in his throat.
"You like that, huh, Charlie?" I asked.
"Yeah, man," he sighed. "More."
I took a nipple in my mouth, rolled it against my tongue, scraped it a little with my teeth. He arched his back, groaned. I bit the other one, harder this time. His back came off the mattress. "Mmm... yeah. So good..."
My cock felt like it was in a vise. I unzipped and let my pants fall to the floor. I ripped off the boxer-briefs underneath, too. God knows where they went. My dick sprang out straight, pointed at Charlie like the needle on a compass. A long string of precum drooled from the piss-slit.
Charlie reached out and grabbed it. I was paralyzed while he stroked, then raised up to take my dong in his hot mouth. "Aw... Jesus... " I managed. The cocksucker knew what he was doing.
I pulled away. Had to or it would all be over in a minute. I pushed him back and got his pants off, tossed his jockstrap into the front seat. He reached down to stroke his hard cock, but I pushed his hand away and sucked it in, swirled my tongue around the big mushroom. He groaned and put a hand on the back of my head, his hips thrust to fuck my face. I let him slide into my throat until I could feel his pubes scratch at my lips, and then swallowed on it a couple times. "Ohhhh... " he moaned, loud and long. "Oh, yeah, buddy, suck that cock. Mmmmm... "
I took his hairy balls in one hand, felt for his hole with the other. He was sweaty and slick and my finger slipped right in. He moaned louder when I wiggled the finger around, shivered and shook when I found his love nut.
I pulled off his prick and spit on my fingers, pushed two into him this time. His chute opened up and sucked the fingers in and he pushed his ass against my hand, begging for more.
I squeezed his balls, weighed them in my palm. The skin on his thighs was smooth and I liked the way his muscles moved as he writhed and stretched. I rubbed a hand over his belly - enjoyed the feel of him - and he grabbed it, sucked a finger into his mouth and bit the knuckle gently.
"Hey," he groaned, "I need it bad, buddy. You gonna help me out?"
"That's my job, man," I panted. "That's my job."
He grabbed his legs and I pulled his hips almost off the cot, stopped for a good look at his pulsing pink rosebud. Then I found a condom and a couple packets of KY and slathered one on my throbbing dick, emptied the other in my hand and worked it into his hole.
His ass did its best to take my fingers, but I rolled on the condom and fed it my thick meat instead, shoved the head in with one motion. He let out a cry like half a scream, so I waited a second before pushing in a little more. "You OK?" I gritted.
"Yeah," he panted. "Yeah. Just don't stop."
I backed off and thrust in again and he pushed back. Damn, he was so fucking tight and hot. He let go of his legs and wrapped them around me, pulled me all the way in. I bent down and bit one of his nipples hard, then the other, while he threw his head back and moaned. Then I grabbed his hips and pounded his ass.
He was stroking his own cock in time to my thrusts when I felt my balls crawl up and start to churn. "Oh, man," I said, "I can't hold it, I'm gonna blow."
"Me, too," he whimpered "Let it go, man."
My whole body went into spasms, jerked once, twice, again and again until I forgot to count. Charlie's cum splattered his face and chest.
"Jesus." I sighed and folded over on top of him. My prick slowly softened until it plopped out. "What a ride."
Charlie chuckled and his hand came up to ruffle my hair. "Thanks, Pete. Fuck, I needed that!"
I'd just recovered enough to knot the condom and toss it in the waste can, wipe us both off with a towel, when there was pounding on the back of the van, and a loud voice yelled, "What's going on in there?" I grabbed my pants and pulled them on quick, threw a sheet over Charlie as I hurried to unlock the double door. I opened it a crack and there stood a beat cop - another one! This guy was maybe fifty with a few extra beers around his waist, but his eyes were sharp. He stopped pounding the door with his Billy club but kept it ready in his hand. I swallowed hard.
"Yes, officer?" He tried to see around me, but I made my body fill the whole space.
"Just wondering why an ambulance was bouncing around like that. What the hell were you doing back here?"
I licked my lips. "Uh, emergency call. Somebody found a drunk in the parking lot. Poor bastard. Had to pump, his uh... stomach." Behind me, Charlie made a choking noise.
"That him?" the cop asked.
"Yes, sir. Now that I'm done, uh... pumping, I should really get him back to the hospital. To a doctor, you know?"
"Right. Just thought I'd better check. This ain't the best neighborhood. Lots of strange things happen around here." He tried for one more look, then turned to go as I got out quick, slammed the door and headed around to the front, hoping my zipper was up. Where in hell were the keys?
I started the van with the spare from under the dash and pulled out of the spot. The officer watched as I drove away. I just hoped he couldn't hear Charlie laughing his ass off. Fuckin' cops.