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By Panos (address withheld)

There is a Motorcycle cop in the Beverly Hills Police Department. He's one of those asshole cops that really enjoys pulling people over. He sits in hiding places, and nabs cars one after the other.
He has close cut, cropped brown hair and a mustache, and he's always wearing mirrored sunglasses. He has biceps that are at least 16 inches. They just barely fit through the short sleeve dark blue uniform he wears. He always has a toothpick between his teeth when he's lying in wait.
His uniform over all, makes no secret of the fact that his body must be ribbed solid muscle. His ass is beautifully rounded and firm, and when he walks, he has kind of a "chup-pa-ching" to it (you know, chup-pa- ching, chup-pa-ching, chup-pa-ching, as he saunters toward his latest victim). His thigh muscles, and inner leg muscles, like his biceps just barely fit his clothing.
But more importantly they help to push his balls and cock tight against his pant leg. He wears his tools more like a toreador, rather than the norm of a jock and/or cup that tends to take away the definition from them. Instead his soft but still meaty cock and balls kind of snake down his leg.
He lounges on his bike as he waits rather than sits. He is SO FINE and he knows it. He has so much attitude you can "smell" him a mile away. Therefore I have never been driving too fast, sensing his presence, I was too busy looking for where he was.
Well not tonight, tonight I played a wild card. As I was driving my black merc 560sl home, I see him sitting there. On a moments decision, I slam my foot on the gas and speed past him, trying to get as close to my house as possible. He puts the siren on and I pull over, to as private a spot as possible.
What he has seen me do has made him suspicious. But when he comes to the window, I behave really well. I give him any info he wants, before he even asks for it. I accept the ticket without any argument. When that is done I try to small talk with him and then point blank I ask him when he gets his next break, and if I could show my "appreciation" to him for his service as a policeman (Lame, I know, but it is the only thing I can think of).
He looks at me really long. He doesn't smile, a bead of sweat roles down my temple as I worry that I am about to get into real trouble here. Jail or a Rodney King/Reginald Denning style make-over.
Not able to stand the silence, I tell him immediately that I am not trying to insult him, and that this has nothing to do with him liking guys or not. It is just me offering him a chance to close his eyes sit back and enjoy whatever I have to offer. Whether he just wants me to give him a blow-job or to go further and fuck me (please let him want to fuck me, I think to myself) Still he isn't saying anything.
I am dying here. Unable to stand the eye contact I drop my eyes. His watch reflects the light from the street lamp. Focusing on his hand, My eyes go wide to realize he is stroking his semi-hard cock through his pants.
Soo... he doesn't want to say it. Okay, that's fine with me if he doesn't want speak. I never could imagine what sort of a voice he has. And I didn't want it to spoil my picture of him. If he spoke with to high of voice, it wouldn't seem right. That's right baby, you keep your mouth shut.
Do I just reach out and grab it? yes / no / yes / no. YES! Cautiously I reach out and oh so gently I trace the outline of his cock (which is now at 3:00 going on 2:00 o'clock. He is uncut. I can tell.
He places his large firm grip over my hand and presses it down hard onto his cock. I feel the shift of his foreskin as his shaft slides inside of it. The head of his cock searching for the way out to freedom.
He puts his hands behind his back and watches waiting to see what I do next. Looking around one last time, I unzip his fly. I creep my left hand through the opening. Good he's wearing boxers. Easy access. I pass through the opening of the boxers and by then his cock is coming out to meet me halfway! I encircle my thumb and fingers around the base of his cock and balls, making a ring and gently pull his package out while at the same time bringing him in closer to the car.
The nice thing about the 560sl is the height of the window.
It's getting darker by now, but I can plainly see that I had it right. His cock is a good 8", maybe nine and thick. I have long fingers, but I can't quite get them around it (my brain begins to worry, my asshole tightens, and my cock goes rock hard) His balls are like two WELL-watered apricots (maybe even plumbs!). The sack has a medium-low hang to it as if they're heavy. His cock is now in my face and the scent of his crotch permeates my nose, I want to somehow bottle the aroma up, and keep it.
After my senses clear a little, I waste no more time and inhale his cock in one swift motion. His light brown pubic hair tickles my nose as I gag on his thick man-meat. But I don't mind. Gagging is what I want. I learned a long time ago that if you can stand it, the gag reflex is one of the best feelings a dick can experience. I have no choice either. As I inhaled, his hands came around and he grabbed my head pulling me down onto him with no chance for me to break that grip of his.
At that moment a car turned onto the street, and he struggled to stuff himself back into his pants. The car went by slowly, not actually caring about us, just as to whether they might get a ticket. I'm terrified my experience is about to end. And I blurt out to him that my home is just a few blocks further, and if he will follow, I would like to finish what I started.
Without saying anything, he moves to his bike. I start my car and move away from the curb wondering if he is actually going to follow. We move off slowly. Me wanting to drive really fast to get home. Though also not sure where the line would fall on that (in his mind), I drive the speed limit. Okay, almost the speed limit.
We get there and checking around, he follows me in and parks his bike in the garage with my car. I push the remote switch and the garage door slowly closes. I get out of the car. I am so fired up I feel like I am on drugs.
We do not even go inside. I just drop to my knees, furiously working on getting his gun belt off. He helps me and gently places it on the seat of his bike. I pull his pants to the ground boxers and all, and his cock springs free back to where it belongs... in my face.
Now I have the time and the luxury of taking my time and really working it, top to bottom. Foreskins truly fascinate me. I do anything and everything I can think of when I get a hold of one. I hold the skin so that the head is fully covered. With him this is easy because he has so much excess. I begin to probe my tongue inside and around the head of his cock. I can sense that I am sending shivers up his back. I gently knead and squeeze his ass.
He's playing with me... first tensing the muscle so it can't be squeezed, and then relaxing it so I can get a handful. I use my tongue to play a lot with his balls, doing an old favorite of taking them both in my mouth "sack and all", and play them like Chinese Ben-Wa balls.
He's loving it. The weight of his man meat on my face and forehead is outrageous. Hesitating, and not able to decide which I want in my mouth more, he makes the choice for me. Pushing me away from his crotch he bends down and grabbing me he pulls me up to my feet. He is probably four or five inches taller than me (6'0"?), he sets me on top of the hood of my car. I unbutton his shirt, and pull it off of him. His muscles form a type of fabric sculpture through his white cotton undershirt. After touching the folds of the shirt to see if what I was seeing was real, I slowly peel it off of him. Pausing long enough to run my hands across his broad shoulders.
He kicks of his boots and steps out of the puddle of pants that I left at his feet. He stands before me like Achilles. Strong and dominant, proud and with strength. I want nothing more than to be Paris, serve him and pray at the altar of his manhood. He moves toward me and undoes my pants. In a brutish sort of way he yanks them off of me and chucks them onto the windshield. Pushing me into a lying down position.
He runs his large hands all over my body, as if trying to feel my limitations with the tips of his fingers. The heat from the car mildly burns my back, but in a good way. He gets to my socks, the only remaining clothes I have on (the underwear went with the pants).
Have you ever had a "jock/working man take off your socks? Do it! There isn't anything smooth or gentle about it. He fumbles around lifting my leg so high that I have to shift so as not have something broken. It is as if every time he touches each spot on my foot it translates directly to my cock. I am now harder than ever. I just know that if he touches my big toe I am going to cum! PHEW! The sock is off. uh oh... here goes the other foot. I lie in ecstasy for about two minutes as he works the other one.
Now he's sweating. He gets the other sock off with one fit of might. I don't think he enjoyed that anywhere near as much as I en-joyed it! But I can see he is still as hard as a rock himself. He timidly fondles my cock. I am wondering what is going through is mind. Still no smiles, no words. Just deliberate animal drive.
He lifts my legs up and pulls my ass toward his pulsing cock. I slide easily from the sweat I had built up. I can see that his heart is beating fast by the slight rise of his phallus with each beat. Oh shit . . . he's just going to poke me without any warmup. I jam my foot onto his chest (god his pecks are beautiful!), trying to hold him back. but with the shove of his hand, I am back into my previous prone position.
It is all becoming slow motion now. Kind of like watching a rocket take off in slow motion 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Every-thing is going between black and flashing, Oh my god... I am definitely his first ass... there is no caution, no steady entry, no hesitation what so ever. Bam, I feel my insides rip, I am in too much pain to even say anything. I just give out an UHHNNNGH with more depth than I think I have ever thought possible. I am filled to the brim with his manhood and the only thing I can finally get out is a "Jodeme!" (Spanish for "fuck me!") which was more like a heavy exhale than anything.
My body reacts with explosive spasms, my head clears a little and my English comes back. Fuck me, Fuck me man, and don't stop... uhnngh! He starts humping me like a motherfucking rabbit, aaauuhnngh! His hips like the pistons of a locomotive, he starts ever so slowly building up his momentum. The muscles on his abdomen and pelvis are beautifully prominent.
Fuck yeah! This is what I wanted, I'm in heaven. The pain has given way to absolute pleasure. The car rocks from his thrusts. His pelvis pivots in oh such a way, that I wish I could be behind him watching his beautiful ass. My gut moans are starting to blend into one continuous loud scream. He just starts going for it with more fervor.
My hands play all around his body, feeling more than seeing, my fingers reach his face I realized he is finally smiling. I open my eyes to see the sight I had been wanting to behold. He's beautiful. Pearly whites showing between a smile that is radiant. He has dimples to complement his features even more. He's breathing hard but still the smile remains.
My eyes role back into my head as aaaauuunnngh!! He starts to vary his pace. Now long and deep plunging thrusts. I resume my Idle travels across his body. I have the heat of the car on my back and the heat of his body on the front. Even though he isn't lying directly on me he is radiating. I swear he is hotter than the engine.
My cock could not possibly be any harder. It feels like it will literally explode from all the blood inside. He is picking up the pace again, "Aaaaauuungh! Oh my god!"
I think I have reached nirvana. I'm now seeing double. If I can see at all. Bright flashes of color dazzle my eyes. All of my senses are in total overload. Every smell around me is ten fold with him being 100 fold. My body is starting to quake and shiver. My spine is electric. Every hair is standing straight on end. This is it... I think I am going to die aaaauuungh!
He has started to scream. It started as a low panting moan, but now it just plain screaming. I don't think either of us could stop if we wanted to. My body is rocking from one end to the other with convulsions. There is a feeling building up at the outer limits of my perception, moving inward towards the center. Death - I just know it is. He is a frenzied rabbit fucker and I feel so fucking good I am going to die. AAAUUNNGH!!!
I swear it is like an earthquake on the fourth of July. Now that incredible feeling at the edge of my senses is rushing in like a tidal wave. I do not think I could give credit to it using words.
AAAUUUNNNNGH! I loose all sense of time. I am floating. My cock is exploding with semen. It hits his chest, it flies over my head, some of it catching on my cheek and hair. Wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body. I am shaking uncontrollably. The cum just keeps spurting out. And not just mine, He is exploding too.
The first one was with such force that I swear I could feel it through me, now he is out, and he is letting it rip all over me. The hood of my car is channeling the sweat from our bodies as if it's raining. We rock and rock from the pleasure.
He leans forward onto me exhausted. The closeness and pressure of his body send first shivers and then quakes through my body. I am coming again. I can feel the warm liquid plastering our stomachs. It is now fifteen minutes since I first orgasmed and I swear I am still doing it. I am slipping in and out of awareness, but not from sleep. My body rocks again with the quakes. It is like small aftershocks that build and then recede.
I can't move. He looks up at me, smiles and then kisses me passionately. I close my eyes in serene bliss, totally content. I can feel his cock growing hard again between us... Funny enough, so is mine...