Caution: the story below is full of homosexual content and should only be read if the reader is ready to accept the responsibility of being exposed to the erotic story. All of the characters are fictional, parts of the story are based on fact others are purely fantasy. At the KOA campground entrance Joe ordered Jason to strip naked and to leave his clothes in the cab of his truck. Once...
I have a fondness for zoos, museums, and other places of a similar nature. With this in mind, I decided to make a visit to Phoenix this past weekend. My plan was to drive up on Friday; stopping of at one or two museums on the way–stay overnight–then visit a few more on Saturday before returning home. I left my house about 7:00 a.m. on Friday and made it to a truck stop in the Casa Grande...
Whenever I travel to Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill on business, there is always this one park that I head toward. It is a great hang out for the horny college jocks looking to get their rocks off. The park is gone now, but a few years back, I had a run in with the law that left me with a gaping hole and cum dripping out. I did what I usually do; I changed out of my suit, put on my black...
I woke up the next day to the early morning sunlight pouring through the bedroom windows. Harley was lying next to me on his side facing away, his shoulders hunched over in sleep. I reached out and ran my fingers across the pale, smooth skin of his muscular back. He moaned, rousing from sleep and turned over, stretching his arms overhead. In the sunlight, I saw his naked body clearly for the...
I had spent the early part of Saturday walking through the woods outside my cousin’s house, then came back to make a lunch before indulging in a short afternoon nap. Officer Harley occupied my mind throughout the day, overwhelming me with a longing I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Our encounter in the woods had left me restless, and the memory of it kept me in a constant state of arousal. ...
I left work early Friday afternoon to head to my cousin’s house in Iowa for the weekend. He and his wife had just built a new home by a small lake and offered their place to me for a weekend getaway while they were out of town on vacation. I had never been to their place before, but they had given me directions that I was beginning to question since it seemed I had been driving down a back...
Today I saw a good looking cop, the first one ever to see, he was a nice tall, muscled, man. For safety purposes let’s call him Officer Beat-down. Anyway I park in a empty parking lot, just getting off on the phone, ‘cause I feel so horny. As I’m talking on the phone I see a cop pull in with his high-beams on my car. I hang up the phone and am scared shit-less. I see this cop come...
After catching Tyrone and Sergeant Adams going at it, I kicked both of them out of my apartment. This was a very unfortunate incident, but not exactly my fault … now was it? I was somewhat reluctant to return to the South Patrol for duty, but really didn’t have much of a choice. When checking my box for any mail, I discovered that Sergeant Adams had reassigned me to the East Patrol, which...
The south patrol was totally dysfunctional. Sergeant Adams was a crusty old fart, having served on the patrol for over thirty years. His gut hung over his belt and he was generally unkempt. The men in the south patrol however, were a bunch of tough bastards and didn’t take any shit from anyone. Because of the crime infested area, there were two men to each patrol car, which gave me some...
The following week, Rick didn’t say a word about our previous Sunday afternoon activities. I couldn’t figure out if this was a one-time event or if Rick would hold me hostage because he was my supervising sergeant. I made an attempt to call Beth several times and left messages. Because she didn’t call me back, I made the assumption she had moved on to someone else. Just as well, I guess. ...
Part 4 – A fictional story. On Saturday, I called Rick’s sister … her name was Beth … and arranged to meet her on Sunday afternoon at a small restaurant in the suburbs. By meeting her there, we both would have the opportunity to leave, should it be necessary to do so. Beth told me what she’d be wearing, so I’d be able to recognize her. Once at the restaurant, I immediately spotted Beth...
Part 3 – A fictional story. The following Monday, I was assigned a patrol car along with a specific area of the interstate highway, which amounted to about 25 miles. My job was simply to drive north 25 miles, turn around, and return south. I was free to run radar, or simply cruise the highway. It was suggested however, that an abundance of traffic violations would add to the state coffers. ...
Part 2 – A fictional story. After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also...
Trent is 25 years old, a common guy, 6 foot 2 tall, 170 lbs, tight body, great face with dark blonde hair and a smooth tan body. Jake is 22 years old, loves playing football, 6 foot even, 180 lbs, hot face with perpetual 5 o’clock shadow with black hair and a beautiful hairy body. Both guys discovered each other under unusual circumstances. Trent is a security director for a local...
I was jittery with nerves as I picked up the phone and the card and started punching in the numbers. My friend Lee had known I was lonely, but, really, giving me the number of his ex, a cop named Greg? I had to wonder about this. If Greg was worth having, why was Lee not still with him? If Greg was not, then why waste my time? Still, I thought of the I. P. D. uniform, dark blue and...
Part 1 – A fictional story. Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every...
This is the most sexually charged I have ever been in my whole life. My name is Jason, I'm 28, and have been a cop in Texas for 3 years now. One reason I'm a cop now is because I had cop fantasies growing up... When I was in college, my best friend in the world went through the local academy and became a cop when we were only 23. I was jealous of him and very much envied the position. I...
My 45th birthday was fast approaching and I wanted to treat myself to a weekend getaway. I got settled in at the motel and put a call in to the ex-cop turned massage therapist that came to my room the last time I was in Phoenix. I left a message on his machine telling him that I was in town and would like to get a treatment. Additionally, I told him that the weekend was a birthday gift to...
I’d had enough of these repeated sexual assaults; being used like this. The next day, I packed my car and headed for home. No more than three miles beyond the campus gate, though, I heard a police siren and was pulled over to the side of the road. I sat in the car, wondering what I had done wrong, as a policeman strutted around and took a look at both license plates, all the time swishing a...
The snow fell in large heavy clumps as I drove my little car down the highway. It was 9 pm and I'd just left Boston heading for Providence. My car didn't have a heater and the cold crept in, freezing my hands to the wheel. I'd just put in a 12 hour shift for the company and didn't want to wait for the snow to stop. I just wanted to get home. It's about 45minutes to Providence in good...
Jason woke up the on the living room sofa. The aromas of bacon and fresh brewed coffee made him hungry. "Mom?" he called out sleepily. "What time is it?" "I'm not your mother." a masculine voice replied. "But, it's about six o'clock in the morning." The voice, though unexpected, sounded very familiar. Jason looked towards the kitchen and saw the face of . . . "Officer...
When Jason headed to his friend's house earlier that day the sun was riding high in a sea of turquoise. He was wearing only a T-shirt and white pants with no underwear because it was so hot. By the time he left that afternoon, the sky had clouded over and rain began pouring down long before he reached home. It was one of those long, cold, soaking rains and Jason could feel his teeth begin to...
¨COP SUCKER By Richard Barber eyeMrich1@hotmail.com Part 4. Family Trait I got up from my pool chair, grabbed my book and towel and headed towards the stairs. Joe followed closely behind me as I directed him to the men’s sauna on the 3rd floor of the apartment. I was a bit nervous about these proceedings, but continued up the stairs. I had met Joe the night before in the warehouse as I...
Just three miles from the college where I teach and right across the street from my apartment building is a river with a park. It's the usual small city park: a boat ramp, picnic tables and swings and slides for the children. It's a quiet, peaceful park, not known as a lover's lane or for its cruising. So when a car pulled into the parking area behind me and left its lights shining on me for...
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