Date: Sun, 08 Jan 2006 23:06:52 +0000 From: email@example.com Subject: Blue Balls & Blue Lights 1 This is a complete work of fiction depicting legal males having sex with police officers. Feedback always welcome - suggestions appreciated, requests considered. Thanks for reading! When I saw the blue and red lights in the rear view mirror, I knew that I was completely fucked! There was no getting out of this one -- I was well over the sixty-five mile an hour limit and I wasn't wearing my seat belt but who knew there would be a cop out in the middle of nowhere like this? "Step out of the car and put your hands on the car." I heard as I was digging in my back pocket for my license. The officer was speaking over the loudspeaker of his car. That was strange. "Slowly." What the hell, I thought as I opened the door to my light-blue car. I hadn't been doing anything but speeding, what the hell was this all about? I stepped out into the glare of the bright headlights and spinning blue and red ones. All around me, I heard the sounds of random animals and insects. This road was about five miles from town and of all the back roads to take, why this one, I asked myself again as I assumed the position against my car. It dawned on me then just how cold it was -- the metal of my vehicle was sending a chill through me even as I leaned against it. "Put your head down." The officer called out again and I saw that he was stepping out of his car. "Spread your legs." He added and I did as I was told. Maybe my car was suspicious? Maybe I'd swerved a bit back there on the turn-off for this road? There were a thousand things going through my head as I leaned it against the top of the car and tried to stop hyperventilating. I slowed my breathing as I heard the heavy boots of the officer crunching on the loose dirt and debris of the paved road. By the time he was standing directly behind me, I had at least calmed down enough to state my name when asked for it. "You're Phil McCorden's son, aren't you?" The officer asked me and I had a sinking feeling as I admitted that was, indeed, my father. My head was racing a thousand miles a minute. I didn't hear the crickets or animals anymore as the blood pounded in my head. I didn't even hear the sound of the officer's engine or the sound of his voice as I thought of how much trouble I was going to be in when my father heard about this. "Where's your license, son?" He asked and I directed him to my back pocket. I felt strong hands on my ass then and my head shot up in surprise. "Head down, son!" the officer directed and I let my head drop slowly as his hands cupped the cheeks of my ass. I couldn't believe THIS was happening! "Just stay where you are and don't move. This will all be over before you know it." This was un-fucking-believable! "You know you were speeding, son?" The officer asked, his hands going around my waist. I felt the solidity of his body against me, then and I couldn't answer. "That's going to run you about seventy-five dollars." "Fuck." I said and between the ticket amount and what he was doing, I thought that pretty much summed things up. "That would be one way to get out of it." "What?" I asked, incredulously. "Let's just say we could come to an agreement." The officer said, his voice low, raspy and heavy with what had to be a horniness he was hoping to cure. "It depends on how you want to handle things." With this last statement, he pushed forward and I swear I felt his nightstick slide between my asscheeks through my jeans. I knew it wasn't his side-armed nightstick but rather the one he hoped to make an anal deposit to cover my ticket with. It was at that moment, his hand groped my crotch and took hold of my hard cock -- when the hell did THAT happen? I had been so focused on the idea of getting a ticket that I hadn't even noticed my cock was pressed against my jeans -- and the car. "I think we might be able to work out something, son." "Yeah..." I croaked out and I felt the officer's other hand on my waist. "How far do you want to go?" He asked me as his hands undid my pants. "We can drop your reckless driving down to just speeding if you let me slide my tongue into your asshole." "Uh..." Was my witty reply as I felt his hand go into my pants. "I can smell the soap...you have to be clean down there." He went on, gripping my cock in earnest. There were no underwear to get in the way and I was suddenly glad of that fact. "What do you say?" "Yeah, I'm clean all over." The officer's hands left my cock and reached up under my shirt to run along my hairy stomach and smooth chest. I could swear I thought I heard him moan a little as he took each of my nipples into his hands and pulled. I know I moaned when he twisted them lightly and ground his hips into me again. Because he hadn't moved, my pants were still around my waist but when he moved back a bit, they fell to my ankles even as he pulled my nipples a little harder, then. "You a virgin, boy?" "No." I answered stupidly, his hands still working my nipples over. "No, sir." He corrected and gave my chest a nice "No...sir." His hands traveled down my sides and to my waist and it was then I knew he'd moved back from me. His mouth was on the small of my back and I was on the verge of shivering to death from the cold of the night and burning up from the heat of his mouth on my chilled skin. It was then that I noticed that I'd locked my legs at the knee and gripped the top of my car madly. I was preparing myself for this delicious invasion and when his hands gripped my ass, I inhaled sharply. "Just relax son, I'm not going to hurt you." The randy officer said softly and I tried to do as he said. "You're not changing your mind, are you?" "No." I panted as I felt the tip of his tongue slide slowly into the cleft of my ass. "No sir," came the correction even as his warm slab of oral meat slipped into me. "I'm not changing my mind at all." Was the rest -- almost a whisper to match his own. The sensations that tore through my body were stupendous! His tongue swirled around my exposed asshole as his fingers played at the edges, pulling it apart. He sucked and twirled that tongue around and around before pushing it slowly into me. I sucked in the air as he sucked my hole and chewed lightly at my tender flesh. "God..." "God doesn't have anything to do with this ass, boy." The cop said as his mouth left me empty for a few minutes. "This is all the devil." He said, his hands traveling my smooth skin and his mouth returning to its task of driving me crazy. I leaned further on the car to give his sweet mouth better access to my hole and this was the gift he needed to make me explode with sensation! His tongue snaked still deeper into my tight ring and I felt my cock throb, a thick drop of precum ooze from the head. The oozing became a small stream for a second as the cop's tongue forced my asshole to open and accept what felt like the whole thing. "Jesus..." I moaned as the thrill of the scene hit me. "Turn around." The cop said, his tongue sliding out of me as easily and slowly as it had slid into me. "Easy." I had to watch falling over my own feet as I did as he told me. As I did, I couldn't help but try to steal a glance at the guy who squatted down in front of me. His uniform was tight on his solid frame but he wore sunglasses and that, combined with the bright headlights, obscured his face. He was looking at my crotch, as well -- so getting a face shot of this hot guy was a no-go. His mouth was on my cock, swallowing the precum and the first three of my five inches before I could stop him. I gasped and moaned, feeling my ass flex with the intensity of this man's mouth. I didn't say anything as I felt my balls brush against his chin. He hadn't shaved in about a day. I'd shaved my balls hours ago and so the scrape of his growth thrilled me deeply. I could hear his mouth slurping my cock and I used the car to brace myself as he did. It was freaking amazing the way he went down on me. I began to fuck his face as he gripped my legs. He pulled my cock into his mouth, his lips tightening into a ring and I thought I'd lose my load right then. The dark haired stud sucked me into his mouth and I had to hold onto his shoulders to steady myself. I'd heard of guys that were so expert with their mouth that they could bring another guy to orgasm in minutes but this guy was living proof. He sucked me hard and fast, his mouth moving over my cock, his tongue supporting it and his hands worked on my ass. He was a noisy fucker -- or sucker, as the case may be. The sounds of the woods around us were replaced with slurping, sucking and the sound of his mouth coaxing my load from my dick. I moaned as he worked on me and unconsciously began to fuck his hot mouth with my hips. Suddenly, I heard a whimper and realized it was me! The wave of delicious release was all over me and I actually shuddered as I fed this cop my pent-up load of four days! "FUCK!" I shouted into the woods as I gripped the guy's shoulders and pumped my hips back and forth into his mouth. "Take me -- suck me -- swallow me -- GOD!" His lips were like clamps, his tongue was like a damp sponge, he worked his mouth all over my dick until I couldn't feed him anymore of my stuff. When I was finally finished spewing hot cream into his waiting and willing mouth, I had to relax a little. I fell back against the car and the jolt of the cold car against my ass sent me forward -- slapping the cop with my deflating cock. "Damn -- I just took one load, boy." The cop said and I saw that he was smiling. He stood and the glare from the car lights caught him full in the face, washing out his features, completely. Damn! Who was this guy? "Turn around." He said to me, his hands going to the belt and fastener of his pants without worry about his belt. "Assume the position and hold on to something." Again, I found myself pressed against the car, hand and feet spread, my limp cock beginning to grow again, a combination of the thrill of what was happening and the coolness of the car against the heat of my body. "You can stop right now." The officer said when he pressed himself against me again. I felt his hands on my nipples again as he slid them under my shirt. "You only have a speeding ticket. Or, you can plead down to just a warning and go on about your business tonight." "I don't have any money for a ticket...sir." I said, wondering if this guy was into some brutal shit or if he would do me like he'd rimmed me, long and slow. "I can't pay it out if I get it...the ticket, I mean." "You want to plead out, then?" When he asked me this, the thickness of his hard cock found its way into the crease of my tightly clenched backside. One of his hands left my chest to finger tenderly the opening he was looking for. I moaned with this new manipulation of my person. I couldn't help but push myself against him. Damn but I wanted him. I wanted to feel whatever he wanted to do to me. "You're sure?" He said, a slickness appearing at the tip of his cock. "I've got a rubber on me if you want me to use it." "Sure..." I panted, hearing the snap of what I was sure was his belt. A few more moments and I felt the warmth of what I was sure was spit on my hole. A finger worked me open a bit more and his other hand gripped my dick. I couldn't help the groan of anticipation that came from me, then. My mouth was dry as I sucked in the night air. "Go easy, okay?" I asked him, still pressing myself against him. I felt the tip of his cock enter me and it was suddenly all I could do to keep from shoving myself on him, completely. My hands held the side of the car top and my knees eased forward to give him a bit of an angle to work on. "I'm not a virgin..." I told him. "I've done this before..." "So, you're saying I don't have to be so easy?" "Yeah..." I relented, knowing what he was asking. "I won't break." His cock was fully into me in seconds. He'd buried himself into my body and I was pressed against the car before I could stop him. The bulk of his body held me there for a long minute while the two of us adjusted to this. I saw little clouds of my own breath as I felt his cock twitch in me. "Fuck..." I felt myself say as my body shuddered. His hips rocked slowly into me, at first. Each thrust of his body brought his cock deeper than the last until he was slow-dicking my hole with the pace of an experienced fucker. The tempo increased at my insistence. My car began to shake back and forth as he increased his speed in comfortable increments. The officer's breath was coming great clouds as he fucked me deeper and deeper. His hands were tighter on my waist as I felt him plowing into me. "Goddamn, you're tight." He swore, his balls slapping the globes of my butt. "Fuck, son." He said, his hips grinding harder into me. "Still alright?" "Better than...alright...sir." I said between thrusts. "Fucking...great...sir." I said, the words slipping out of me as he slipped more and more into me. "Do me good, officer. Do that hole good and deep...goddamn." He did. The cop's slick stick fucked up in my ass like it belonged there. His hips were coming at me hard and fast, deepening each stroke. I heard the sweaty slapping sound of his body against mine and my own prick pulsated against the car. This was turning me on so much I felt my load building with just the movement of my body against the car. My balls tightened and I knew I was close. "I'm close, boy." He said, his hand holding my hips and mirroring my thoughts. "Take it off." I moaned. "Take off that rubber and let me feel it." "You sure?" He asked, the shock evident in his voice. "I'm clean, sure enough but you're sure you want it bare?" "I'm sure." I said to him, reaching behind me to slip him out of me long enough to remove the covering. "Fuck me bare." His cock slipped back into me and he began to work up to his previous pace. I was glad of the slight break because his body tensed with anticipation. His cock throbbed and it made his fucking of me that much more intense. I knew that it wouldn't take long when his hands slammed down on the car top beside mine and his hunching of my body began to be a bit more brutal than before. "You...uh...close...sir?" I asked between thrusts of his powerful body. "Goddamn right I'm close!" He said, the deep growl of his voice in my ear as I felt his body pressing mine to the car. I could swear I heard him howl as he gripped me again and thrust us both finally against the car. He fucked harder and deeper for a few strokes until finally and gloriously, the first blast of cop-juice slammed into my asshole! One followed the first and a second completely filled me with his stuff! My own cock mirrored his own from that point -- washing the side of my car in steaming sperm! "You'll slow down in the future, boy?" The cop said to me, his grizzly-bear voice reaching into my stomach, still. "The next time, the fines will be steeper." "Yes sir." I managed as I felt his body leave mine. I reached down to pull my pants up as I heard the slipping of the same fabric in the direction of my cop-fucker. The metallic rasp of the zipper jarred me back to the reality of where I was and I pulled my own zipper tight. I watched as the fucker strode back to his car. "Be careful driving home, son." He said after himself. "Yes sir." I said, the pleasurable tingle in my ass reminding me of what it took to get out of that ticket. "Be seeing you." I followed up, getting back in my car. "Hopefully." I said as I watched the squad car pass me and head down the road, the blue and red lights fading into the black as they were switched off. I drove on, taking another back road to see if my friend Stewart might be home. I wanted to tell him what had just happened but unfortunately, he wasn't there when I passed and I decided to just go on home. Pulling into the drive, I noticed my dad's car was in the garage and I wondered if he'd been informed of my getting pulled over yet. The back door was unlocked and I came on into the house, dropping my keys on the counter. My mom had been long gone so the only thing to eat was a dinner from the freezer. I called to my dad as I popped it into the microwave. Before he could answer me, the house phone rang and I heard him coming down the stairs to get it. He always answered the phone because it was usually for him. As the timer counted down on the microwave, I heard my father's deep voice resound as he answered the phone with a definitive "hello". I couldn't get the cop out of my head as I watched the tray rotate in the window of the appliance. His voice was deep and husky just like -- "This is Phil McCorden, here." The sound of my father's voice saying his name was unmistakable. "You're Phil McCorden's son, aren't you?" I whispered to myself as I made the connection of the officer on the road and my police officer father on the phone in the next room. "No fucking way." I said as the timer went off on the microwave -- just as the realization of my phantom fucker's identity stole into me.