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By Kurt Hoffman (c)1995

The doorbell must have been ringing for some time, it becoming apparent only when I shut the water off. Still dripping, I stepped up to the toilet and watched a thick stream of pee dash the surface of the clear water. The ringing continued at tactful intervals. Still spraying my amber charge, I let go of my dick, enjoying the recklessness of spraying the floor. I mused over whether to flush.
I opened the door, naked but for a towel. Muggy air smelling of mown grass curled around my already damp body. A slight air current stretched a rivulet of steam from my arm, the hand clasping shut my frayed towel.
The police cowered behind the doors of their squad cars, guns drawn, lips clenched. Two standing men with rifles advanced towards me. They wore tight tawny uniform pants. The fat of their bellies poured over worn leather belts. A squirrel hopped across the lawn between me and my audience. Birds twittered. The two men could be heard gasping slightly as they squinted and crept. I calculated that it would take a half hour for them to reach the doorway at their pace. I took my right nipple between my index finger and thumb, and began to knead it lightly. Hardness gathered in my cock.
"Who is it out there, honey?" my wife called from the cellar.
I let the towel drop from my waist. My cock stood, hard and pulsing. I leaned sideways against the door frame. The collective astonishment of the assembled was palpable. I raised an eyebrow and continued pulling slowly at my nipple.
A young officer ventured out from behind his car door, at first still crouching and aiming. As he neared, he paused and warily lowered his gun. This one hadn't a touch of fat; broad shoulders and muscular. He had heavy lidded eyes with dark half moons below. His dark whisker shadow suggested a very hairy man. This was borne out as he removed his shirt and strode towards me. The summer breeze bore his musk to my nostrils before he was ten paces away. As he stood immediately before me, he loosened his policeman's belt and opened his fly.
I looked blankly at him and began to stroke my dick slowly. The riflemen continued to aim at my temples. The young officer smacked me across the face. He too was raging hard now. I tasted a little blood from somewhere stream into the corner of my mouth. Instinctively, I fell to my knees. The officer opened his pants further, and a gorgeously proportioned staff of dickwood emerged. He looked down at me coldly. I drew a delicate line with my tongue along the side of his dick. The dick surged responsively. I lifted his balls lightly with my tongue, and continued, headward, with the flat of my tongue. A glistening spill of precum oozed onto my tongue upon reaching the summit. The cop, evidently approving, grabbed my hair and held my head still as he fucked it like a melon. I gagged and felt his dick quickly bruising the back of my throat. The flavor of his dick was incredibly pungent, saline and gamy. I tried to catch my breath, but found his huge cock lunging again and again deep in my mouth. Drool spilled from the corner of my mouth.
The riflemen ditched their guns on the lawn and were walking their fat asses my way. As I continued my business with the young officer, I felt my legs be spread apart from behind as I knelt. A cold nightstick played against my inner thighs. It bounced against my lower butt, and surprised me by giving my balls a crisp little whack now and again. My dick felt like it would burst with come. It leaked and leaked as my balls grew swollen and sore.
The nightstick now dug into my butthole. The pain it caused was at first quite delicious, though it quickly grew unbearably severe. I involuntarily cried in pain; tears came to my eyes. I felt my calves pressed to the ground by leather soles. The nightstick began shifting direction. I thought I would faint. The enormous dick crammed itself deeper into my throat. I used my hands to cling to the waist of the young officer. I continued to cry in pain as the rifleman rammed the nightstick in and out of my asshole. The movement grew quicker as the pole became viscous with slime. Come welled ominously in my balls. A hand reached around my chest and tore at a nipple.
Perhaps seized by a sense of civic duty, several more officers joined the gathering and set upon me with their fists. As the night stick tore through my rectum in a dramatic motion, I involuntarily began coming. Come shot out of my dick for a yards soaking my own chest and chin, certainly ruining the young officer's uniform trousers. For his part, a sudden, five pulse orgasm spewed a huge clot of come down my throat. I fell backwards, oblivious to the stick hanging out of my butt, to my great distress. Come and piss rained down on me as I squirmed in pain and ecstasy.
Doors slammed and police cars burned rubber for an instant before tearing away.
The sun had shifted substantially before I regained consciousness. I wiped the tears and other glue from my eyes. A squirrel stood close by on its hind legs. I turned my aching back to the sod and drew in the balmy air. A jet flew overhead, a tiny speck out- distancing a dim roar.
My wife, who once again had amused herself by calling the cops, offered tea sandwiches on a little tray. When swallowing proved difficult, she pressed little bits of chewed sandwich past the swelling in my throat with her fingers. We held hands and waited for the kids to return from daycamp.