Nothing has gone right for me all day. It’s been one of those days that just when you think things might start looking up—something else happens. For starters, sometime during the night the electricity surged, resetting my alarm clock. I’m nearly 40 minutes late for work. I have a meeting with clients scheduled for 9:30, putting me 15 minutes late for the meeting itself. That doesn’t look so good when you’re trying to lure a client over from a competing agency.
Then, the art department decides to lose my art boards for my presentation. When they finally do find them, they’re the old boards—the ones we’d scrapped a month ago as crap. I then hear from the boss who is pissed with me for so many reasons by now, but the main one is because of the art department’s fuckup. He then gives me a shitty account that he wants ideas on by the end of the day. I try to work through lunch and order take-out from the restaurant a block away, only to get it, eat half, and find mushrooms littering the bottom of the container.
I’m extremely allergic to mushrooms and after the day I’ve had so far, I don’t know why I’m even surprised. My Epi-pen that I leave in my office for emergencies is gone from my desk and I have to make due with an allergy pill, hoping that I haven’t actually ingested a mushroom. I wait for my breathing to change and my throat to close up. Luckily it doesn’t, but I’ve taken a pill that makes me so fucking sleepy that I can barely keep my eyes open. Oh yeah, that should work wonders for my creativity.
I manage to throw together some crappy ideas but I’m not able to get out of the office until 7:30. But this time, all I want to do is find something decent to eat, go home, and have a nice long shower before I collapse in bed. In my rush to get home, I pay no attention to my driving and run a red light. Actually, not just any red light; it’s the very light I seem to cruise right through on a damn near daily basis.
A few moments later, I’m greeted with red and blue flashing lights in my rearview mirror. I curse and grumble, pulling out my license and insurance card, and then I wait. By the time the officer finally saunters his way up to my window, I’m more than aggravated. But the moment I look up to hand him my information, all I can do is stare in appreciation.
My aggravation is now gone because the man standing before me—Officer Ken Jackson, according to his name tag—is the hottest fucking stud I’ve ever laid eyes on. Ruggedly handsome, he has bright green eyes that would melt fucking Kryptonite. My eyes sweep down his body, noticing a chest that, even under the uniform, I can tell is ripped to perfection and his hips seem to make a perfect V.
I imagine him naked for a few stark seconds and there’s a sudden hitch in my breath. My eyes then catch at the large bulge in his pants. I imagine what his naked cock would look like, and I’m completely lost. My cock throbs and aches as it is trapped against my body and I want nothing more than to free it from its prison. I swallow hard and lick my lips, my breathing coming quicker. I then hear him call me by my name.
“Mr. Roberts?”
I answer by just saying “Sean”—my first name.
He then chuckles. “Yes, I know that, sir. Have you had anything to drink tonight?”
I look up at him, seeing his sandy blond hair, beautiful green eyes and I smile. The only thing that comes to mind is how I would love to have a drink—a long stiff drink. I want to have his cock in my mouth, providing loads and loads of come to intoxicate me. He is so fucking gorgeous, with his prominent jaw perfect lips. God, I wonder just how his lips would look and feel as they slide down over my own dripping cock.
His voice soon pulls me out of my thoughts again. “Mr. Roberts, have you consumed any alcohol this evening?”
My next thought is of consuming every square inch of this stud. But finally realizing that this is a cop standing in front of me, not someone I’m ever going to get to fuck, I try to push my desire for him back—at least ’til I’m home and can pump my cock to him in my memory.
I look up at him, suddenly regaining some sort of composure. “No, I haven’t had anything to drink. Just had a bad day.”
He smiles. “I imagine I’m the last person you wanted to see tonight.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I answer without thinking.
He stops writing on his notepad and regards me for a moment. I just want to disappear, but he only laughs, shaking his head. “Do you know what I’ve stopped you for, Mr. Roberts?”
I nod my head and shift in my seat, trying to ease the pain of my still painfully hard and aching cock. “Yes, sir,” I answer. “I know I ran the light.”
He nods and begins writing again and seeing that he is occupied—with what I hope is a warning—I let my eyes wander over his body one last time. My eyes draw inadvertently back to the bulge in the front of his slacks. I wet my lips and am trying to get an image in my mind of just how he would taste, when he taps my shoulder.
“Can I get you to sign this for me, Mr. Roberts?”
I take the small clipboard and sign my name on the dotted line, watching out of the corner of my eye as the bulge in his pants shifts when he does. I suppress a groan and hand the clipboard back to him.
He tears off a copy of whatever I’ve just signed and then hands it and my cards back to me. “Please do try to be more careful, Mr. Roberts.”
I nod quickly in agreement. “I will.”
He smiles at me again and I inwardly groan as he turns and begins walking back to his patrol car. I adjust my side mirror and watch as his tight round ass teases me while he walks: two round perfect globes of muscle there that I’ll never be privileged to. I let out a deep sigh as he gets into his car. I finally look down at the paper as I start to put my cards away and I can’t believe what I’m looking at: a ticket. Not a warning as I’d hoped.
Great.
Just fucking great.
I pull out onto the street and watch as his patrol car disappears from view. A few miles down the road, I pull into the small diner that I frequent. My apartment is only a couple blocks away but I hate cooking for myself. I go in and sit down, browsing over a menu. Nothing really appeals to me after the day I’ve had, but I finally make my choice. The waitress takes my order and then leaves to get my tea. I bury my head in my hands for a few moments, trying to let my day’s frustration dwindle.
By the time I’m finished eating, I’m feeling much better than I have for the entire day. I hurry, determined to get home for a nice cold beer. As I’m walking along the dimly lit corridor to my apartment, I notice someone standing at my door. No, not standing…leaning against the door frame with arms crossed over his chest and one foot crossed over the other, waiting, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
As I get closer, I see that it’s none other than Officer Ken Jackson. My heart is in my throat as he looks up, smiling at me with those bright green eyes.
“Hello, Sean,” he says, and his voice sounds like nothing but sex to me.
“Officer,” I answer, “imagine seeing you here.”
“You think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at my cock?” He asks, turning so that he’s facing me and close enough to kiss me if I were to turn my head just a fraction of an inch. “I thought that if you were man enough to stare, I could at least be man enough to let you have a closer look.”
I swallow hard. “Um…”
“How about it, Sean?” He licks at his lips, and I watch his tongue, wondering how it would feel if it were licking my ass. “You interested?”
I nod quickly, shoving my key into the lock. After a swift turn, I’m opening the door, stepping back enough to let him pass. “Very interested.”
Ken steps through the door and reaches over, closing it behind him and turning the lock.
“You want a beer?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nope, I came here for one thing… and one thing only.”
“And what is that?” I ask, trying to stall, but not knowing why.
Ken steps forward, walking toward me. I keep stepping back until I come into contact with the wall. “You,” he whispers, sliding his big hands across my hips. He presses his lips hard to mine. His kiss is passionate, and intent and it steals my breath away. He stops and pulls back, just far enough to break the kiss. “You are so fucking hot, Sean. My cock has been hard since I walked up to your window.”
I know I’m fairly good looking. I work out regularly, have good muscle tone, and have just achieved a perfect six-pack. My brown hair and light blue eyes are usually the first things people notice. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Officer,” I say with a smile, literally shaking with anticipation.
As his hands pull my hips roughly against his, I let my hands skim around his waist, but his belt, with all the tools of his trade, is in the way of actually making any progress. My hands find the buckle for his belt and as I begin to slide it off, he pushes my hands away. He takes his belt off quickly and lets it slide carefully to floor. I turn to head for the bedroom, but he catches my arm and shoves me face-first into the wall.
His body covers mine as he wraps one arm around my chest, the other around my hip, his hand reaching for my throbbing cock. As he touches me, I feel his dick, hard and firm along the crack of my ass. His hot breath is suddenly on my neck and he’s nipping my ear.
“I want,” he begins, his tongue laving a long, wet line down my neck and then back up to my ear, “to bury my cock so far up your ass, I want you to taste it when I come.”
I nearly come right there.
I lay my head back, resting it on his shoulder. We seem to be exactly the same height at six foot one, because every part of our bodies just melds together in all of the right places. I reach behind me, cupping his balls and extremely hard cock through his pants, and give a firm squeeze.
He groans and moves away from me. I turn slowly, afraid that he’s changed his mind, only to see him unbuttoning his shirt. I reach out and grab him by his shirt before he can take it off and pull him into the bedroom. I turn on the lamp beside the bed, wanting to see my stud’s body, my prize for the night. He strips off his shirt and drops it to the floor. I can’t tear my eyes away from his ripped upper body. The man’s chest has to have been cut and chiseled by the gods themselves, and it’s covered in a thick mass of tawny-colored fur. The hair thins out as it comes to his tight abs and begins again with a thick treasure trail that disappears into the front of his pants.
I run my fingers lightly through the hair on his chest before giving it a good, hard tug. I step closer and incline my head, licking the flat disc of his left nipple. I swirl my tongue around it several times and as it begins to harden, I suck it into my mouth and nips it with my teeth.
“Fuck!” he curses softly.
I continue with the assault on his nipple and then move over to his right nipple, repeating the torture over and over again. His hands land on either side of my head and he pulls me up into a blistering kiss. His hands move down and unbutton my shirt as he continues kissing me. I moan into his mouth and suck in his tongue as my hands quickly find the enclosure to his pants.
I quickly release him, pushing his pants down his hips but leave his boxers on. My hand finds the hard bulge that my eyes had found so mind-numbing earlier. But what I feel as I caress him makes me pull away from his kiss and look down as I pull his boxers away from his body. The man is hung like a fucking horse. He is long and so fucking thick. I swallow hard and look back up into his eyes.
He smiles and pushes my slacks and boxers down my hips. His tongue wets his lips and he chuckles. “You’re not going to back out on my now, are you?”
I quickly shake my head, wondering if I’ll even be able to take it. But backing out? No fucking way.
He leans in and pulls me against him. “It’s ok. I’ll be gentle,” he whispers and then winks at me, “at first. Then I’m going to fuck you ’til you see stars.”
His words go straight to my dick. It throbs and pulses with my heartbeat and I kick my pants clumsily from around my ankles. He lies back onto the bed, pulling me with him. I lay over him, his fur scraping against my mostly smooth chest and teasing my erect nipples.
Shifting my hips, I let my cock slide back and forth over his. I’m so turned on that my slit is oozing precome steadily. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone that as much as I want to enjoy this, I know I won’t last long at all. I let my legs fall to the side, straddling him.
He pulls my hips hard against his and smiles. “Sean?’
I raise my eyebrows at his casual use of my name. “What?”
“There’s no rush,” he says quietly. “I’m off-duty for the entire night.”
I stare at him for a moment before I really understand what he’s saying. Instead of answering him with words, I lay back down over him and begin tracing his lips with my tongue. He gasps and flicks his tongue out, meeting mine. Our tongues are soon dancing together and I can’t help but suck his tongue into my mouth. I love the taste of him and commit it to memory. I soon move down his chin with small kisses and let my tongue flick along his throat. He shivers beneath me and I can’t help but laugh as my stud is reduced to moans and whimpers.
His hands find my head again, but they seem to be just resting there, as if he only wants to touch me. I work both of his nipples again and he’s soon arching his back, pressing my face even closer to him. My tongue laves down his stomach, following each cut and defined muscle and I love feeling the exquisite texture of his hair against my tongue. When I come to his navel, my tongue dips inside, teasing him.
His hips arch against me and his cock is soaking my chest with his natural lube. I raise my eyes to look at him and he’s watching me intently. I let my tongue trail down, keeping eye contact with him and I begin to tongue his furry balls. The musky scent of sweat and man is almost dizzying. With one hand, I hold his cock away from me. I lick and caress every square inch of his balls and when he spreads his legs even further, giving me access to his hole, I groan. I push his legs back and lick up and down his crevice, burying my tongue into his hole on each pass and he begins cursing.
“Fuck yeah, lick me.”
I shiver because then I know I’m doing something that he’s really getting off on. I spit into his hole that is practically winking at me and tease it with my tongue and index finger. His hips begin to thrust and his ass is trying to get more of my attention. I insert a second finger and he groans loudly.
“Holy fuck!”
I love hearing him groan and I love having this stud of a cop at my mercy. I withdraw my fingers and give him one more long lick and then I smile up at him.
He looks down quickly. “Why are you stopping?”
I just shrug. “Can’t put all of my attention in one spot.
I move toward his monster cock that is actually dripping like a faucet. I begin at the base of his shaft and lick, ever-so-slowly up the length of him. His salty-sweet essence is heavenly and by the time I reach the thick mushroom head, I’m practically shaking, wanting to try to take as much of him in as possible. I quickly flick my tongue under his glans and then smile as he whimpers like a fucking lost puppy.
“Oh, yeah, you like that, stud?”
He nods quickly.
I roll my tongue in a complete circle around his dick head, and then I take him in slowly. Slowly, inch by inch, I can feel him stretching my lips and I want more. His smell, his taste, the groans and cries from his mouth, and the feel of his cock in my mouth is nearly enough for me to shoot.
“Turn around,” he says, but it’s so hurried that I don’t understand.
I let his cock slip from my mouth. He moans and looks at me, his eyes cloudy with lust. “Turn around and let me suck you.”
My heart skips a beat as I turn, laying my body over his and putting my cock and balls right in his face. I silently thank the gods that it’s me on top of him. I just know that if he crammed his giant cock down my throat I’d choke to death. I take his cock back into my mouth slowly as he begins licking and sucking on my balls. His tongue rasps along my taint and he begins teasing my hole with his fingers. My hips arch up instantly and in the next second, he’s swallowing my cock.
His tongue swirls around me. His finger sinks into my ass and I cry out. “You’re going to make me fucking come. I don’t want to come yet.”
I whimper and take the head of his dick back into my mouth and caress his heavy sac with one hand, squeezing and pulling as I try to take as much of him in as I can. I begin to suck him with abandon as he fucks my ass with his fingers and sucks on my cock. I feel that familiar tightening and I try to put it off, breaking into a heavy sweat. I try to concentrate on him and give him all of my attention, but it’s useless.
The more I pay attention to his cock, the harder he pumps me. I cry out as he finds my nut and massages it as he swallows me whole. “Fuck! I’m going to fucking come!”
He growls as I shoot my load, spurting shot after shot down his throat. He keeps sucking though and my oversensitive cock stays hard. It’s never done that before. He smacks me hard on the ass.
“Get up and lay on the bed.”
My body is still shaking from my orgasm and now with the knowledge that he’s about to ram that cock up my ass. My cock is pointing up at the ceiling, tiny beads of come still trailing down my shaft. Instead of just lifting my legs and baring my ass though, he lays his body over mine and begins kissing me. My mind is reeling at the sensation of his furry chest pressed against mine.
He takes my hands and raises them above my head, and then moves up, kissing along the underside of one arm until he comes to my pit. He nuzzles his face into the patch of hair there and nips the skin lightly with his teeth. His mouth continues to my chest where he gives my right nipple one good lick and then nips it hard with his teeth. I nearly scream at the pleasure of it.
He laughs and does it again. “Like that, do you?”
“Shit, yeah!” I say, just as he does it again. “Fuck!”
“Yeah, yeah…we’ll get to that,” he says as he licks back and forth against my chest.
I write as his mouth assaults me so deliciously.
“You do have lube, right?”
I nod my head and reach over into the top drawer, pulling out a roll of condoms and a jar of lube. I’m not as nervous as I was before, perhaps because he’s been so gently in the last few minutes.
He raises his eyebrows at the condoms but tears one off. He opens the wrapper and rolls the condom over his cock, and I wonder how he’s managed it to fit. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and gets a good amount of lube into his hand. He smears it over his shaft and then my hole. He slides a finger into me, testing me, then a few minutes later he’s got me stretched to four fingers. By this time, I just want him to fuck me.
He shifts on the bed and gets closer. Hie mushroom head is right at my hole and I try like hell to relax.
“Just breathe and look at me.” I look into his eyes, and he smiles with reassurance. “That’s it.”
I’m shaking and sweating as he stretches me further than I’ve ever been stretched before. His head is sliding slowly into my hole, and I reach up, running my hands through the fur on his chest.
A few moments later, it feels like he’s splitting me in two, but I try not to tense up. It hurts and feels as if my ass is on fire. He waits patiently and caresses my ass cheeks and as the pain fades, he gives one hard thrust, sliding all the way in. The pain is there again, but it’s only fleeting.
Ken grins at me. “You have the tightest fucking ass.”
I can only smile, thinking that with a dick like his, everything is pretty tight. He shifts hips slightly, pulling out just a little and then pushing back in. Suddenly, all is right with the world. I shove my ass toward him and tweak his nipples hard.
“Come on, fuck me!”
He pulls out again and slams his cock deep into my ass and I gasp for air. It hurts so fucking good. Ken inches up even farther on the bed and releases my legs. They slide down and I wrap them around his waist as he fucks me. He’s plowing my ass with long, deep strokes and I can do nothing but pant. My body is covered in sweat, a lot of it Ken’s.
He suddenly pulls out of me, rips the condom off and I don’t have a chance to object before he’s buried balls deep into my ass again. He slides his arms behind my knees, pushes forward, bringing my knees up to my shoulders, opening my ass even wider. He leans forward and nips my ear.
“I love the way your ass sucks my cock.” I want to reach between us to stroke myself, but his body is pressed so tightly to mine, I can’t. He shakes his head. “No touching. I’m making you come, remember?”
Suddenly, he shifts his hips and on the next stroke punches hard right into my gland. “Oh, fuck!”
He slams his hips against me and all I can feel is the electrified massage that his cock is giving my prostate and his balls slapping heavily against my ass cheecks.
“Shit!” He grunts in mid-stroke.
I want more. “Harder.”
His brow furrows and he’s suddenly pounding my ass so hard I know I’ll not be able to walk for a week. Sweat drips from his brow and lands on my cheek. I lean up and lick across his upper lip. I suck it into my mouth, and he kisses me hard. I suck his tongue into my mouth and moan as his strokes become faster and harder. He’s fucking me fiercely now and without abandon. I feel that tightening in my balls again and I’m so fucking close. I haven’t even touched my dick and he’s about to make me come.
I pant and moan and he soon follows.
The sounds coming from my apartment can probably be heard throughout the entire building, but I don’t care. With his next stroke, my ass is clenching around him, gripping him greedily as he shoves in and out. I scream and practically howl as I shoot my load between us and he doesn’t stop his pounding.
“Fuck! Oh, yeah… I’m gonna…”
In one long howl, he empties his load into my ass and keeps on fucking as his come slicks me up even more. It’s as if he can’t stop and he plunges into me the entire time it takes him to come. He finally looks down at me, his eyes glazing over. He lets my legs fall before collapsing over me, his cock still buried in my ass.
He nuzzles into my neck and sighs. “You are incredible, Sean Roberts.”
“Why, thank you, Officer Ken Jackson,” I chuckle. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Ken looks down at me and smiles, his bright green eyes sparkling. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“Why would I be?”
“About the ticket,” he says cautiously.
I shake my head. “My day was about as shitty as they come, but the moment you walked up to my window, it changed for the better.”
“I waited for you,” he whispers, “I knew you’d run that light.”
“I never thought my damned boyfriend would be giving me an actual ticket though.”
“You’ve got to stop running that light.” He laughs. “Next time it won’t be your boyfriend stopping you.”
“I know,” I say quietly, then look up at him with a huge grin. “Do I really have to pay it?”
Ken shrugs. “Well, if you don’t, they’ll put a warrant out.” I shift my hips, pulling him deeper into me, wanting a second round. “Don’t let me forget to pay that fucking ticket, then. I don’t have a jailbird fantasy.”
Copyright © 2005 JOURDAN LANE