| Will's Story | ||
| I probably shouldn’t have done it,
but I couldn’t help myself. Back when I was a beat cop (I’m motor patrol now) I
was on Hollywood Boulevard, on my way to meet up with my partner. Not supposed
to do that, I know, but the Boulevard isn’t usually trouble that early in the
shift. Walking past The Frolic Room, I spotted a young good-looking guy making
some trouble. Kinda skinny, really nice face, tousled hair. Straight boy. I
could see the bartender giving me a pleading look. That bartender was no wimp;
if he’s looking at me like that, I know we’ve got real trouble. I walked in,
asked the young man to step outside, and he took a swing at me. Cute and stupid,
just the way I like them. After I pulled him up off the floor, he was a bit
confused. All he knew was that one second he was swinging at some guy with a
dark shirt, the next he was kissing cement. And his lip was bleeding. Real
pretty. I had his hands cuffed behind his back and was holding him by his
collar. I slipped him out the back door, since I already had a little plan
developing in my always-horny brain. This little idiot then decided to break away from me. So he grabbed my balls. Hell, I like having my balls grabbed. I’d even made sure they were within easy reach so he could get a good grip. But my pants were the best, pure wool, so he couldn’t hold on. It pays to use the uniform allowance wisely, my friends. Of course, since he’d assaulted me, I now had him right where I wanted him. There was an old one-ton delivery truck, a Chevy 30, at the far end of a dirt parking lot. I hope you guys know what a Chevy 30 delivery truck looks like, or you’re going to be really lost on this one. We should’ve impounded it by now, but there it sat. The couch in its delivery box was my idea. And the lock on the back of it was mine. This wasn’t the first time a perp got a chance to get out of a trip to Hollywood Headquarters. No one saw us go back there. I’d gotten the guy to shut up by this point and he was actually kind of docile. I unlocked the cargo area and opened the roll-up door. There sat the sofa, with a mover’s blanket on it. I don’t know why that truck never got broken into; maybe someone saw me use it when I didn’t see them, and figured it was a good way to keep a pig busy for a while. I told the young man to step inside. He didn’t know what to do. He’d heard about LAPD abuse and was pretty sure I was gonna beat the shit out of him. I told him there was no need to get upset, he’d be fine. I just wanted to have a little talk with him. By this time I’d removed my badge so he couldn’t get my number. He started really getting nervous, and for a second there I thought he was going to puke. I shoved him into the back of the truck and on to the sofa. Handcuffed and drunk, there was no way he was getting up. I rolled the back door down. I guess this truck had been used by coyotes running illegal’s over the border, because there was a latch on the inside which would prevent anyone from opening the roll door. And the outside latch was held in place by wing nuts so that it could be released from the inside, even with a lock in place. Perfect set up. The truck was really dark, so I pulled out my maglite, turned it on, adjusted it to wide beam, and propped it up in the corner. The box was pretty well lit now, and I was horny as fuck. The straight boy just kept looking at me, afraid to speak or yell or anything. I love it when that happens. I walked over to the guy and asked his name. By this point the alcohol had worn off some. “Glen, sir” he said. Ah. Not the reckless jerk he’d been in the bar. Now he was just some pussy from the Valley who had been drinking and not known when to stop. “Glen, do you realize you assaulted an officer of the Los Angeles Police Department?” “I did?” “You grabbed my stuff, man. You assaulted an officer of the Los Angeles Police Department.” Glen looked at my boots, and I think he was wishing this was a bad dream. I’ve seen that look many times before. “You could do time for that, you know. I’d have no problem getting witnesses.” “I’m sorry,” he paused and then continued “please don’t arrest me.” “Were you driving tonight?” “No sir. I took a bus from Westwood. I go to med school at UCLA.” “Do all doctors-in-training grab policemen by the testicles?” “I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I used to do that in elementary school when other guys would try to grab me.” “What do you usually do for testicle injury?” “What?” Glen looked confused “I don’t know about trauma. I’m not to that point yet in school.” “I think you ought to kiss them and make them feel better.” Glen’s eyes, big and brown, looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn’t say anything. I’d caught him completely off guard. “No.” he said and looked down. He was really scared. Breathing heavily, sweating. I moved forward, my crotch at his eye level. Those pants gave me quite a package, and here it was special delivery towards Glen’s face. “No.” he repeated, this time his voice wavered. It was almost a plea. I unzipped my pants. “No. Please no. I’m straight.” he said, getting really scared. My cock was hard and throbbing. I pulled it out slowly, letting it pump up to its full size. I got a faint whiff of my balls, a really nice manly smell, and realized I was sweating too. It’s funny how many guys have stopped in the middle of sex just to sniff my balls. I pulled on some latex gloves and shoved my thumbs into Glen’s mouth, holding the jaw open, and stuck my cock in. He was struggling, so I shoved in a bit harder, making him gag. I was glad he didn’t puke, but he did start coughing so I let up on him. “It’s much easier if you relax and just suck my cock.” “Stop it!” Glen was still coughing, tears streaming down his face. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Listen, you stupid motherfucker. You took a swing at a cop, then while in handcuffs you grabbed his balls. You want to go to Wilcox Station, or you want to suck my cock?” “No!” I started to stick my thumbs in again and he yelled “No! Get them out! I’ll do what you want!” I pulled out my thumbs and started fucking his face. Slowly so as to not make Glen gag. “Suck it boy, or you’re going in” I growled. Glen actually started sucking. I love it when that happens. Willingly giving me head. I really like it after I’ve knocked them around a bit. I held my balls out to him and said “Kiss them.” He immediately pressed his lips to them. Not a real kiss, though, so I shoved them in his mouth while I jacked my cock. “You don’t seem to be getting in to your work. So I’ll take over.” I pulled my balls out of Glen’s mouth; they turned him over, hands still behind his back. I bunched the blanket up to shove his ass in the air, then reached around to undo his pants. At this point he got really noisy, so I shoved the latex glove in his face and told him to shut the fuck up. I pulled his pants down. No underwear. Gee, how Westside. I slid one finger up his asshole and Glen freaked. He started bucking and squirming, so I pulled out a condom, rolled it on, and hopped on top of him. I spat on my hand, rubbed it on my cock, and shoved in. This guy was not getting a love session, I needed to cum. I really started fucking him hard, my shaft going all the way into him and my balls slapping against him. He kept groaning and trying to yell, so I pulled a sofa cushion out from under us and put it over his head to muffle the noise. I went back to fucking him, hard. I didn’t want his assjuice on my pants, so I undid my utility belt, opened my pants, slid down my Hanes, and went back to fucking him. Nice and tight straight boy. I banged him harder and harder, and then I noticed he had a hardon. I laughed at him. Straight boy with a hardon when he’s fucked! And he was leaking precum. I wasn’t about to touch that boner, but I plopped him down on the sofa so that his cock would rub between the blanket and his sweaty belly. I think it must’ve felt good, but I didn’t care. I was about to blow my load. I pulled out of his ass, pulled off the condom, stood at one end of the sofa and pointed my cock straight between his eyes while he still humped the blanket. I shot my load while he looked at my cock. He’d stopped humping and closed his eyes when the first blast hit his face. It ran down either side of his nose like white lava and ran to his lips. I still had one latex glove on and shoved some of my cum into his mouth. Again, I thought he was gonna puke. I told him to sit up, and I noticed he’d cum all over himself. He wouldn’t look up. He didn’t say anything. I unlocked the handcuffs and tossed him a cum rag that I kept in the truck. I looked at myself to make sure I wasn’t messed up and could work my shift. Glen pulled his pants up and then stood. I reached around his shoulder, gave him a squeeze, and said, “You’re lucky I let you go” and he said “Don’t touch me. Let me out of here. I need to go.” Then he looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I could see that somewhere inside, some deep need had been satisfied. |
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