“What filthy stuff do you boys get up to in there?” Daniel asked angrily. “Do you kiss one other, you fucking cocksucker?” He was unconsciously grinding his crotch against the boy’s buttocks while whispering directly into his ear. He could feel himself becoming erect but he wasn’t in the mood to just let this young punk go. Not yet, anyway. He liked the feeling of having him completely under his control. Also Daniel liked that it was dark, so nobody could see them. He tasted the gold of the boy’s earring on his tongue as he hissed in his ear, and he pushed himself harder against the boy’s bottom.
“Sometimes.” Jason answered. He felt buzzed from the beer and the joint he had had just before leaving the bar. Now he could feel the cop’s erection pressing against his ass. This was very interesting. A handsome bi-curious officer pulls you over on a dark, country lane and starts rubbing his cock against you? Almost like a homoerotic fantasy…
“Kissing other men? That’s disgusting. And driving with expired tags?” Daniel jammed himself harder against the boy’s firm buttocks, enjoying the feel of those round, peachy globes against his crotch, and he rotated his hips, craving the increased friction of their firm globes against his now fully erect cock. He ached for release. “Do you suck cock in there too?” Daniel wanted to know next. Jason wondered what he should say. There was sometimes some cock-sucking in the men’s restroom at the club, but he didn’t want to make this cop angrier than he already was. He was obviously very horny. Jason could feel a huge boner straining the front of the man’s uniform pants.
“Um why?” Jason said. “Sucking cock isn’t illegal you know.”
This seemed to piss off the cop who spun him quickly around and pressed him back against the car. Now they were face to face, chest to chest and crotch to crotch. The cop put his face right up against Jason’s. He could smell beer on Jason’s breath, and something else too — marijuana probably.
“I asked you a question!” The officer said, more loudly and aggressively now, gripping Jason’s wrists and holding them above his head. The weight of his body pinned Jason against the car so he could hardly breathe. “Do you suck cock?” He yelled, grinding his now very obvious erection boldly on the front of Jason’s tight jeans, thrusting himself aggressively against the other boy’s crotch. They could both feel the thick hardness of the officer’s cock between them. Jason found himself becoming very aroused too. This was scary but incredibly hot. He decided to explore this and see where it was going to go. Not that he had much choice.
“Well, yes, we do. Um, we kiss each other in there… a lot… sometimes with our hands down the front of each other’s pants.” Jason informed the officer calmly, flexing his pelvis ever so slightly to thrust himself forward against the cop’s stiff dick. He was scared but he was enjoying the effect he was clearly having on the other man. He was very aware of the cop’s hard tool pulsing against his own and he liked it. “In there boys can kiss — and we do — we kiss each other as much as we like,” Jason continued. “We like to touch each other on the dance floor, and sometimes in dark corners we make out… and do even dirtier things.” The officer was breathing heavily “I like to hold a man’s ass while we kiss.”
Jason made an obscene fucking motion with his hips, increasing the stimulation against the cop’s rock-hard cock. “And yes, sometimes we go into the men’s room and take each other’s pants down… and we suck hard cocks.”
“Jesus!” The cop spat, panting now. His face was so close, his mouth was practically touching Jason’s full lips, on which a faint smile lingered.
Officer Daniel Rawbone was rapidly losing control of the situation. The close physical contact and the boy’s homoerotic words were driving him crazy. He felt as if he could smell cock on the boy’s mouth. He wanted to taste his lips. Meanwhile something incredible and wonderful was happening between his legs. It felt wet and throbbing in his underwear — all juicy and hard. He could feel his sexual arousal building beyond anything he had experienced. His cock felt wonderfully big and exciting, pressed up hard against the boy’s crotch. He kept rubbing it up and down against the boy’s nice big bulge to see if the huge, hot rigid thing between his legs was really his or if it belonged to the boy. He couldn’t tell. He couldn’t see properly. It was so exciting being erect with another man. Oh god — two hard-ons together. In the darkness his vision seemed to be obscured by an expanding fluffy pink cloud of pleasure and his brain was completely fogged with sexual desire. He couldn’t think of anything except sex. How was this happening? He wasn’t gay — he was a married man. But he desperately wanted to cum. His balls felt deliciously full and tingly. He was rapidly passing the point of no return. He imagined gay men kissing with their pants down, fondling each other and sucking each other to orgasm.
“I can smell it.” he mumbled incoherently, mashing his steely hardon fiercely against Jason’s full, tight jeans, pressing him back hard against the Acura until Jason thought his ribs would break. Desire was boiling deep in his soul. Something was about to break open and he couldn’t stop himself now. “I can smell you’ve been sucking cock you dirty fucking gay boy… I can smell and fucking taste it, you fucking cock-sucker,” he said into Jason’s mouth. Then, with a huge sigh that surged through his whole body, he unexpectedly crushed his mouth against the boy’s, and Jason obligingly parted his lips to accept the cop’s big tongue in his mouth. “Oh god!” the cop gasped, trying to pull away.
But it was too late. Daniel felt his climax overwhelm him, surging up from his loins to explode in a shower of fireworks in his brain. His cock blew its load, pulsing so hard that he knew the boy could feel it too as he filled his pants with what felt like gallons of warm liquid. His knees went weak and his cock pulsed pleasurably, releasing all his pent-up sexual frustration into his underwear. He almost passed out, clinging to the boy’s bare shoulders… he could feel it spurting everywhere. Wet cum was dripping down his balls and thighs.
He pulled away from Jason and tried to regain his composure.
“You needed some relief, officer. It’s OK.” Jason tried to placate him. He had heard of homophobic cops shooting gay men and was suddenly afraid. Even in the dim light he could see a big wet patch on the man’s pants.
“Get in your car and fuck off!” The cop said aggressively. Jason moved quickly, jumping in and starting the car before the cop changed his mind.
Later that night, Officer Daniel Rawbone crawled into bed with his wife, his cock still hard from his exploits on the road earlier. His wife wore a short nightie which Daniel worked up over her thighs, baring her bottom, waking her drowsily from sleep.
“Hi Honey.” She murmured, feeling his hard tool pressing against her bare bottom.