Stories : The Cop
My day sucked ass, and not in a good way: I spent nine hours at the office being yelled out by clients who refused to believe I couldn’t control the stock market, spilled clam chowder all over my pants during lunch, and got a speeding ticket on my way home from some homophobic asshole I had gone to high school with. I came home pissed, exhausted and reeking of fish. I yanked my clothes off as soon as I stepped in my front door and took a long hot shower. When I was certain I had washed the day off of me, I pulled on a pair of sweat shorts, grabbed a beer, and plopped down on my sofa to watch the news.
I must have dozed off, as I woke with a start when someone rang my doorbell. My heart dropped as soon as I looked through the peephole: It was Jason, that asshole cop, still in uniform. I cracked the door open. “Did you follow me home to make sure I didn’t break any other laws?
Jason laughed. “No, I got your address from your registration. Can I come in?”
“You here to arrest me?”
He shook his head. “Naw, I’m off duty.”
Incredulous, I opened the door without a word and let him in. I couldn’t believe this guy was in my house. He and his friends used to push me around in High School and tease me about being gay. It bothered me at the time but in retrospect, they were always more playful than mean – typical closed-minded high-school kids picking on an easy target. He looked the same as he did in high school, maybe a little heavier, and his formerly spiked blond hair was now cropped high and tight. His bright blue eyes and clean-shaven face made him look boyish, even though we had graduated over ten years ago. He looked good, but I suspected everyone looks better in a cop uniform. He would have looked a hell of a lot better if he hadn’t been wearing a gun on his hip.
He must have picked up on my focus, because he glanced down at his gun and smiled. “I’m sorry, but I have to wear my firearm when in uniform, even when off duty. Nice place, by the way.”
I nodded dully. “Why are you here?”
He shrugged. “It felt like the right thing to do, after running into you tonight like that. I always wanted to apologize for high school, and all that. I wasn’t very nice to you back then.”
“You were an asshole. You used to call me a skinny faggot in front of my friends.”
He blushed. “Yeah, I was an asshole. Hell, you’re not skinny any more: You’re fucking buff.”
He had been staring at my chest this whole time, and it took me a good 10 seconds for it to sink in. The realization made me laugh. “Holy fuck; you’re gay. You were gay the whole time, yet talked all that shit?”
“It’s more complicated than that.” He stepped so close I could have licked his forehead, and then looked up at me. “Can I make it up to you?”
This felt like a bad porn and I couldn’t help but think I was being punked. My cock, however, didn’t seem to mind at all. “You’re overdressed, pig.”
Jason flinched, but nodded. He unlatched his holster and carefully set his gun on the table behind him before clumsily pulling out of his boots and uniform until he was standing in front of me in nothing but white briefs. He was meaty, but in a tight way, and he had a smooth chest aside from a little reddish patch between his pecs. His legs were fuzzy and well-muscled. “That’s better,” I said, grabbing his hard cock through his briefs. His silent submission took me by surprise, so I pulled him into my bedroom and guided him down to his knees to see what I could get away with.
He immediately began licking and gnawing on my cock through my shorts, making it wet with his spit. This little pig was clearly hungry for cock, so I pulled my shorts off and climbed into bed. He looked nervous, unsure of the situation, so I lay on my back, spread my legs, and started stroking my bone without giving him the satisfaction of eye contact. He crawled slowly up on my bed like an animal until his face was hovering over my cock. I stopped stroking and let him get a good look at what he was about to choke on before roughly grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him down on it.
He was clumsy, noisy, but he apparently had enough experience to avoid scrapping me with his teeth. He gagged like a school girl whenever I tried to push more than half of it down his throat, so I resigned to putting my hands behind my head and allowing him his fun. He worked my bone for a good ten minutes until he got me so close to shooting that my balls ached, so I grabbed him by the ears and pulled him off. His mouth seemed possessed as he licked and chewed his way up my torso, making stops at my tits, my pits and my neck. He straddled my lap and looked down at me as if for permission, and then kissed me. What he lacked in quality he more than made up for in passion, and his hunger was contagious. My cock throbbed as he grinded his ass against it, and he started jacking himself off through his briefs. I grabbed hold of his neck and flipped him over on his back and pulled his underwear off. He had a nice veiny fat cock, probably around eight inches and cut, and it danced whenever I touched it. Pushing myself between his legs, I started grinding my cock against his. He grabbed my triceps and gyrated with me, matching my rhythm. I leaned over and reached into my dresser, and his muscular legs locked around me as soon as he saw that I had retrieved condoms and lube.
“I’ve never done it,” he whispered, shaking his head. His look of fear made my dick even harder, so I ignored the inner voice pointing out I was about to take advantage of a police officer and rolled a condom over my cock, lubed it and his ass up good, and pressed my cock head against his smooth pink hole. “Oh fuck!” he screamed as soon as I pushed against him, and he convulsed, shooting a massive load all over his chest and neck. I kept pushing my cock against him but he’d shudder and cry out every time I tried to push it in. I finally pulled the condom off and tossed it on his stomach, straddled his chest, and started jacking off. He gripped the back of my thighs and pulled himself down so that his face was under my dick, and he opened his mouth and nodded like the good little pig when I got close to coming. I shot a fat load, pumping stream after stream of hot jizz on his pretty face and up over his head until I was completely drained. I dropped on my back next to Jason and laughed, wiping a glob of cum from his eye. “You’re a mess, pig.”
“You’re fucking hot,” he replied with a smile. “Can I take a shower?”
“Will you join me?”
I nodded again and followed him to the bathroom, wondering if he could get me out of my ticket. What a fucking trip, and what a great way to end my shitty day.
By Enzo aka SoCalTuffguy on A4A