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"Courtroom Cop Takes the Stand and Much More" Before reading this story, you might want to get some background from "Prepping the Courtroom Cop." So there is Rick, a hunk of a cop, sitting in a witness stand barely big enough to fit his muscular body. He's still wearing the jogging shorts and that loose fitting tank top. I have gotten a few full peaks of his hairy pecs while he was leaning on the witness stand. His chest is gorgeous, hairy, and his nipples are dark brown with tons of hair covering the quarter sized hard nipples. If I only could get my tongue onto one of those nipples, I would never let it go. And as usually, the mock courtroom's air conditioner is turned off for the night. Boy is it hot in here so I unbutton one more button. That means the top three buttons on my dress shirt are undone, exposing my hairy chest to Rick, who seems to not even care. But I can tell that he is sweating like a pig. I can see the sweat just rolling down his chest, so much that the hair on his pecs is matted down slightly. I wish I could just walk over to the stand and stick my nose between his tits and smell his manliness. But I better get my work done so I can actually go home and sleep. "Please state your full name and title for the record." "Detective Richard Thomas, Baltimore City Police Officer." "And how long have you been a police officer, Detective Thomas?" "Eight years, Mr. LeBlanc." "Skipping to the matter at hand, did you have occasion to be at Lexington Street and Paca Street in March of this year." "Yes." "Can you tell the court why?" "Well, I received a call from dispatch telling me to proceed to Lexington and Paca because of a suspected drug transaction. When I arrived on the scene, I noticed a white male in his mid 20's standing on the corner with another white male, late 40's." "Is that white male in his 20's here today." "Yes, he is the defendant." "What happened next Detective?" "Well, as I approached, the older male left the scene but the younger male stayed where he was. I approached the younger male who identified himself as Ramsey Ames. I asked what he was doing and he said nothing. For my safety, I began to pat him down. I felt a bulge in his coat jacket and began to slip my hand in when he tried to run. I grabbed him and his shirt ripped. Somehow I grabbed him by the waist with my right hand and my left hand went around his chest, further ripping his shirt." "Okay Detective, Mr. Ames is arguing illegal search and seizure, but you are saying that he tried to run and that was why his shirt was ripped?" "Yes." Unexpected by Rick, I asked, "Can you come off the stand and show the court how you approached Mr. Ames and searched him?" I guess the few beers and the heat was making me take risks. Rick comes off the stand and stands about five feet away, pretending that I was the defendant. He begins to pat me down, rubbing his hand on my inner thighs. I can still feel his strength through my wool dress, my cock getting harder as his hands go to my upper torso. With that, I try to run like the defendant, not expecting what was to happen next. Rick grabs my waist from behind with his right hand and then brings his left hand across my chest. Fortunately, his hand slides under my half open shirt and across my already hard hairy nipples. But Rick didn't move his hand, he kept it there, telling me not to resist his arrest. Was he still pretending or did he have too much to drink or was he just horny? Who cares I thought. I hear a rip, looking down, Rick had ripped all the buttons off the front of my shirt, which had become untucked during the "struggle." There I stand, with my hard abs and hard pecs exposed to this police officer who I just wanted to fuck long and hard. Rick's left hand was still on my right pec but he seems to be squeezing it. His right hand, which had been on my waist, moves up and begins brushing the hair on my abs. I could feel his hard prick pressing against my tight ass. I knew that this guy, rock hard stud of a cop, wanted to blow his load tonight and didn't care if it was going to be his wife, his hand, or another hung hunk. I rather it be the later. "I want to fuck something and by the looks of it you want to also fuck something, or should I say me" Rick whispers into my right ear, his hot breath on my neck, as he slides his hand between my CK boxer briefs and my dress pants. He reaches my rock hard raging cock and gives it a slight squeeze while licking the back of my ear. God I was excited. I have this muscular married cop fondling me, his right hand squeezing my dick and the left hand playing with my hard left nipple, twirling the hair around his thick fingers. Slowly I turn around to see his cock struggling to get free from those cotton jogging shorts. He looks into my eyes with his baby blues, "I have never been with a man but when I walked into your office, I knew that I would get some action tonight. Eric, would you do me the honors and be the first man I have ever made love with?" "Make love?" I say with a smile on my face. With a deep laugh, Rick confesses "okay, maybe not love, but I haven't gotten my dick wet by someone else in a long time. I would love to fuck your hot attorney ass." I get closer to Rick as I let my ripped dress shirt drop to the ground. I extend my hand out to Rick's chest and finally get a "real" feel of this cop's tits. He's nervous because as I rub his hairy chest through his tank top, he breaths in and out heavily. "Don't be nervous detective" I whisper in his ear as my right hand goes under his tank top from the bottom and begin to feel his hard six pack, covered in thick dense hair. I begin to lick his neck telling him that his body is the sexiest thing I've felt in a while, my thick fingers pulling lightly at his rock hard nipples. Both hands help Rick remove his tank top. Stepping back, I finally get a look of this stud cops full upper torso. He would put Brady Anderson from the Orioles to sham, though Brady still remains the number one thing I think of when I jack off (have you seen that half naked poster of him standing there with a bat - damn fine man!). Rick slowly places his thumbs in the waistband of his jogging shorts and lowers them, along with his Structure boxer briefs, to the ground. And there he stands, my hunk of a City police officer, completely naked, with a raging nine inch hardon. His cock is huge, a bright red mushroom head and thick veins on the top and sides. There was a cute little birthmark on the right side. I would say that his joystick was as thick as a beer bottle, how I wanted to drink this Rick Light. His body is completely covered with hair. The hair just covers his chest and abs, blending into his pubes, and continues down his well defined legs. His forearms and biceps are well covered. No hair on the back. And for the first time, I notice that Rick has gotten a five o'clock shadow. I wanted that man to rub his stubble against my smooth ass as he eats his first man out. "Come here he commands like an officer." I walk over to him and begin to reach out to him. "No, let me." And with that, his hands begin to unzip my pants. In the middle of the courtroom, he gets on his knees and lowers my dress pants. He places his mouth on my bulge, still restrained by my CK boxer briefs. Rick blows hot air through the light cotton of my underwear, stirring more hardness into my all ready stiffened cock. His tongue comes out and licks the all ready pre cum moistened material, then lowering to licking my inner thighs. I rest my hands on the prosecutor's table, in fear that I was going to collapse in sheer excitement. "Are you sure that you want to do this?" I ask. "Absolutely, and I want my first time to be with you Eric." As he speaks those words, he lowers my underwear and sees my 8 inch tool for the first time. A gasp escapes his mouth, but quickly he begins to suck the very tip of my cock. He wasn't ready to take it all in his mouth. He licks the base and then begins to suck my balls, as his rough chin delicately rubs my inner thighs. The whole time, my hands are rubbing this man's shoulders. Moaning, Rick slowly stands up in front of me, but lets his tongue lick my abs, chest, neck and chin as he stands. Finally, our first kiss. His tongue darts in my mouth, his hands firmly on my ass as my hands rub every straining muscle in his back. This man knows how to kiss. I'm sure that he has kissed hundreds of girls, maybe even laid hundreds. But he chose me as his first man, and he was loving it. The hardness of our cocks rub together as we kiss. Rick loves to kiss and continued for a half an hour. Our precum mixed as our tongues bathed in each other's mouth. I slowly turn the two of use so that his back is facing counsel's table. With ease, I lower him onto the walnut table big enough to hold our two bodies while we explored every hair, muscle, and organ of each other. I slide between his muscular legs, only to feel him wrap them around my lower body. He didn't want to stop kissing and I was not about to object. The sweat off of my hairy chest is dripping onto his, matting his hairy chest further. I begin to rub our hairy chests together, mixing our sweat. After five minutes of this rocking motion that Rick and I have developed, I decide I want to smell this man. I begin to lower my body off of his, while he stays flat on the table. I begin to lick his nipples, hearing him moan with delight, running his fingers through my slightly gelled hair. I begin to lick the cleavage of this man, drinking the combined sweat from the pool forming between his tits. Licking my way down his stomach, Rick still breathes heavy. My tongue takes a detour into his belly button, licking every inch of hair. Finally, I am standing beside the table, Rick laying full exposed, eyes shut. He wants me to suck him off, swallowing his cum, a feeling that he hasn't gotten since his separation from his wife. I consent. I lower my lips to his rigid cock, causing Rick to let out a loud moan, arching his back in erotic pleasure. This man loves having his cock sucked. Slowly, I take all nine inches of him. Rick, playing with my hair, falls into a rhythm with me. He pushes his huge member into my mouth, my hands roaming about his massive chest, hairy flowing between my fingers, squeezing his tits every once in a while. Within two minutes, Rick's cum shoots into my mouth, load after load. This man's nuts must have been working overtime. There is sweat all over the table, Rick's eyes closed. I begin to wonder if he was thinking of a woman, with his eyes closed and all. What happened next disposed of that question. Rick gets off the table and whispers in my ear, with his chin pressed against my shoulder, that he doesn't want to fuck me, but rather wants me to fuck him like he was a bitch. And with that he pushes me back on the table, my cock straight in the air, as hard as it has ever been. He gets onto the table and places a condom on my cock, a condom from unknown origin. He lowers himself slowly onto my member and pushes down slightly. The tip of my cock penetrates his virgin ass and he begins to buckle. "Slowly Rick, lets make this last." There we were, fucking our brains out instead of work. My hands massaging his pecs as he bounces up and down on my eight inch rod, balls slapping his smooth ass, sweat pouring off his chest onto me. Rick shots another load onto my hairy abs and chest before I even get one load off. But he doesn't stop. He continues to bounce as he rubs his cum into the hairs of my body. Finally I come as Rick screams. He collapses on top of me, the sweat and cum sealing our chest hairs together. He fell asleep on top of me. My dick eventually falls out of him; I position ourselves in the spoon position with my arms around him, resting on his tight muscular bicep and his pecs. The cop of my dreams, the lover in my fantasies, sleeping peacefully for the first time in a long time, on the prosecutor's table in the courtroom. Needless to say, our future prepping session were "exciting." The trial came and went and Rick performed great. I got a conviction and Ramsey Ames went to jail. But out of the whole experience, I got a new roommate and lover. Now I don't have to wait for the sessions to make love to this guy. Every night, I get to sleep by him, feeling the heat come off his body. Thank god Mr. Belote gave me this case. Every once in a while we experiment with different things - handcuffs, trial simulations, and threesomes - but those are all different stories.