*** COP ***

                              by Greg Griggs

              From The Club BBS San Francisco (415) 541-4556

   I had a hot session with a LAPD motorcycle cop Sunday night (the full
moon had us both going). We'd been through the trip once before. He'd
come over the the apt. and put on his uniform in the living room. Then
he'd come into the bedroom, in complete uniform. The high boots, the
motorcycle pants, the belt with all the cuffs and nightstick, mirrored,
dark glasses and his helmet. Jesus christ, he looked great against the
door standing at ease with the moonlight streaming through the window.
All I could see of his face was his blond mustache, his firm mouth and
masculine jaw. I just lay on the bed rubbing my crotch (I was in my
levis) and looking at him. Finally when I had a roaring hard on, I stood
up and approached him. He was a good two inches taller than me (I'm
5'11"). I just stared at his body, his crotch, walked around and looked
at his fine tight ass in those navy blue pants. I knew I could do
whatever I wanted with the guy and it was driving me crazy. I felt his
ass, running my finger along his crack through the rough fabric. He just
stood there. I walked around in front of him and squeezed his crotch.
Then planted at hot wet kiss on the beautiful face of his. His tongue
reached into my mouth and his hand went for my crotch feeling for my
throbbing cock. I stepped back and told him to get on his knees. He did
as he was told. There was this butch motorcycle cop on his knees in full
uniform, kneading his crotch the LAPD motorcycle cop still on his knees
stared at the throbbing cock I held in may hand. Slowly I stroked it
stepping up to him so that the shiny head was inches from that handsome
rugged face under his motorcycle helmet and behind those mirrored
sunglasses. "You like cock, pig?" I growled. Almost imperceptibly he
nodded his head. "Stick out your fucking tongue, dickhead!" He opened
his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I let the tip of my rod touch his
tongue, the precum juices dripping onto it, some of it getting into his
blond mustache. "You lik e the taste of cock, scumbag?" His head nodded
again. I stepped back and hoisted my balls from my levis. "Like my
balls, asshole." The cop leaned forward his tongue sliding over my ball
sac. I looked down at this butch cop as he took one of the balls in his
mouth and sucked. "I said lick!" He began to lap at my balls, opening
his mouth wider. I pulled down my jeans and spread my legs so that he
could get into my sweaty crotch. His breathing became heavy, he began to
slobber over my balls.

   My cock slid over the mirrored glasses leaving a smear of precum
juices across the lenses. He groaned, spit dripping down his chin and
onto the front of his navy blue uniform. He reached down and shoved his
face into my balls, sliding my crotch around. He moaned for the first
time. I rubbed the cop's face in my crotch. I knew he could smell and
taste the day's sweat. I knew he loved it. He took both balls in his
mouth then slid his tongue up my cock. Before he could slip his mouth
over it I pulled it away. Breathing heavily he stared at my crotch, his
face covered with spit, his uniform spotted with saliva. I leaned down
and kissed him hard on the lips. I could smell my own crotch in his
blond mustache. The cop slowly stood up, grabbing my arms by the biceps,
kneading the hard muscles. Being over six feet tall, he now stood over
me, shoving his tongue down my throat. In a wild moment, the roles had
switched. He kissed my mouth, his hand reaching up and pulling my head
down to his nec k. I kissed his thick muscled neck sucking hard knowing
I would leave my mark on the motorcyle cop, knowing that tomorrow when
he was on patrol people could see that big red hickey just above the
tight navy blue collar of his uniform. Yet his leather gloved hand
pulled my face down toward his heaving broad chest. You see that badge,
cocksucker?" he spoke for the first time. The low masculine resonance of
his voice made my blood run cold. "See that badge?" he said, his voice
as expressionless as his face. I leaned down toward the silver and gold
badge shining in the moonlight. I began to lick it. "That's it,
cocksucker," the cop breathed. My tongue slid over the smooth engraved
surface of the badge. There was a faint metallic taste and smell, but
the smell of the cop overpowered that. I lifted my hand to his chest and
reached down into his uniform shirt. His chest was covered with thick
wirery dark blond hairs. I felt his hard nipples and pinched them hard.
The cop moaned for t he second time. I continued to lick the badge
breathing in his manly odor, picturing the two of us in my mind. The cop
and the surfer, the surfer licking the cop's chest, the cop his head
thrown back his hand at his crotch. I lifted my face and kissed him
again. This time my hands reached down behind him for his ass. I grasped
them. They were big hard slabs of muscle. "I want that ass I breathed as
our tongues slid over each others mouths. "I'm going to take that
fucking pig ass of your s." "You and what army, cocksucker," he
challenged. "You want it, asshole." I said sliding my hand along the
sharply defined crack. "Your god damn uniform is so fucking tight you
must have guys following you like a dogs after a bitch in heat." The cop
moaned for the third time. "You like showing off that ass, pig?" I was
starting to regain the upper hand. "You like straddling that big bike of
yours? You like spreading your legs?"

   My hands were all over his ass feeling, abusing it through the rough
fabric of the uniform. "When you walk away from giving a ticket to some
hot stud, you know what that god damn ass looks like, don't you? don't
you?!!" The cop kissed me again, his mouth hungrily feeding on mine. I
turned my face so that his tongue slid into my ear, his heavy breathing
like a roaring wind. "God damn fucking pig! You want it up the ass,
don't you?" The cop continued to chew on my ear. I was high on sex. "I'd
like to see t hat ass on the highway sometime. I'd like to see you grab
your ankles and tear those pants right up the back, man. Would you like
that, asshole? Would you like some trucker to shove his big stick into
that hole of yours? You want it, cop? You want my fucking dick up your
fucking hole? His mouth to my ear, his blond mustache rubbing against it
as his tongue reached inside, I heard him breathe a "yes". I pulled away
from the stud and pushed him against the wall, holding my hand around
his thick muscled neck. His cold expressionless face had melted a bit
behind those mirrored sun glasses, there was a touch of desperation in
those manly features that were visible. We were both breathing heavily,
the room was still dark, the full moon lighting everything, the air was
close, heavy with the smell of both of our bodies, heavy with the smell
of sex, male sex. I let got of his throat. "Up against the fucking wall,
mother fucker." I said, spinning his huge muscular body around so that
he faced th e wall. He lifted his ar ms and leaned up against the wall.
I kicked his legs apart so that they were spread wide. I had this fully
uniformed LAPD motorcycle cop up against the wall ready to be searched.
I started patting under his arms, working down the side of his body,
till I was down to his high black boots. My fingers slid over their
smooth surface. then I worked back up, my patting slowly changing to a
caress around the sides of his butt. Then my hands slid up the side of
his torso and up under his arms again. I could feel th e sweat which had
soaked through the heavy material under his arms. I put my fingertips
moist with his sweat to my nose and breathed in. No question about it
this was one hell of a man, a real stud, his sweat called to mind the
smell every locker room, every jock encounter, every construction
worker, every man I had smelled in my life. My hands reached around in
front of him, kneading his hairy pecs, reaching into his shirt. My hands
explored his hard f lat stomach then as I reached his crotch I moved may
ha nds back to his butt and kneaded them, feeling their rock hard shape
through the fabric of his uniform.

   "Son of a bitch," the cop whispered in a low quivering voice. I felt
his legs, they were as hard as the rest of his body. "I gotta search
your butthole, dickhead," I said my voice heavy with sex. "You might
have something shoved up there. "No", he said in a low voice. For the
first time there was a touch of pleading in it. I became more bold.
"Drop those fucking pants, cocksucker." Slowly he moved back from the
wall, unbuckling his belt. His pants fell to his knees. I lifted his
sweat soaked shirt and lo oked at his white smooth ass. I backed him up
so a shaft of moonlight from the window fell across the hard slabs of
muscle. He was like a fucking bull. I rubbed the cheeks, they weren't
round. When he tensed they looked like hard rectangles. "Grab your
ankles, asshole!" I commanded. He did has he was told. I spread those
cheeks so I could get a good look at the motorcycle cop's anus. Hidden
by a tangle of sweat soaked blond hairs I found it. As I leaned forward,
I could smell the s harp, pungent odor. My fin gers played with the soft
hot flesh. "You got something shoved up there, pig? You got something up
there I might want?" The cop moaned. "God damn," he groaned softly, his
voice filled with the pain of humiliation. I wet my finger and slowly
shoved it up the cops ass. I felt around inside the hot smooth confines
of his asshole. I pulled it out and stepped back. I wanted to see this
manly stud motorcycle cop. Remembering how he looked when he first
entered the ro om, tough, cocky, looking like the butchist, me anest cop
on the beat; I nearly came right there seeing him bent over, his ass up
in the air, his uniform pants around his knees. I went around in front
of him. "Lick my balls." I said. Still bent over, he licked. He licked
until I couldn't stand it. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst.
Then I quickly reached for his cock. It was hard as a rock, too. The
mother fucking motorcycle cop was as hot as I was! He moaned as I felt
his hard coc k, realizing it gave away the excitement. I pulled my
throbbing dick out of his face and went around shoving my dry finger up
his ass, he groaned as I twisted it around shoving it deep into him. I
pulled it out and shoved it in the cop's mouth. "You like the taste of
your ass, creep? You like the taste of your own fucking asshole?" I
stuck more fingers in his mouth, the saliva was dripping down his chin
covering his already wet uniform shirt. I pushed him down on his knees
and turned so that my ass was in front of his face. "Eat it. Fucker. Eat
my fucking ass ." Without hesitation the still fully uniformed LAPD
motor cycle cop attacked my ass, his tongue reaching deep between the
crack. I felt his hot tongue searching may sweaty ass. I shoved him on
his back on the floor and looked down at his face. He was still wearing
his mirrored sun glasses but they were smeared with pre come and saliva,
his uniform was covered with his own saliva and drops of my pre cum. I
sat on his face, feeling his blond mustache rubbing against my rear. As
his tongue rea ched up into my asshole I looked down at his uniformed
body spread before me, his knee high boots gleaming in the moonlight,
his body writhing. I reached into his shirt feeling his hairy chest, I
twisted his nipples he groaned still lapping at my ass. I stood and told
him to stand. I kissed him on his mouth and smelled my asshole and
crotch on his face and mustache. He was slobbering by now, high on sex,
forgetting his uniform, forgetting his stud motorcycle cop pose. "You
want it up the ass, don't you?" I said holding his face in m y hands.
"You want it!" He nodded. "I want it," he said in his low masculine
voice. "You want what?!" I said. "I want your cock up my ass, sir." I
was ready. I turned him around and spit on my cock. His ass was waiting.
I lifted the shirt tail of his uniform and looked at that white smooth
hard ass. I spit on my fingers and rubbed it into the crack finding the
hole with my middle finger. I worked my cock into the crack and pushed
the cop against t he wall. Then I shoved it in as hard as I could. The
sphincte r resisted for a moment, then with the help of my spit my
throbbing eight inches slid in almost to the hilt. The cop groaned
"ahhhhhh, gaawwwd." I shoved again so that I could feel his hard
muscular ass against my groin. He moaned again. Then I began to fuck in
earnest. His handcuffs and nightstick slapped and clicked as I shoved my
rod in and out. He kept moaning and groaning. His back up before me, his
helmeted head raising up each time he moaned. His ass was tight, his
juices lubed me up and I k ept shovi ng into him. "Cocksucking, cop!
Fucking pig! You like that, pig? Huh? You like it up the ass, you
fucking pig!" I was close and he knew it, his hand disappeared between
his legs. I knew he was jacking off.

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