Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 05:48:23 -0600
From: Allen Giffen <tutus69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diesel - Ch 2 - The Cop

     "Fuck, this is all I need!" groaned Diesel as big drops of rain
started to fall while he walked down the road.  On his way home from the
pool, he was dressed in an old t-shirt and sweat shorts with his speedos
underneath.  It was a freak storm, came out of nowhere and pummeled Diesel
who very quickly was completely soaked.  Under other circumstances, he
would have been very pleased with the shrink wrapping his wet clothing did
of his massive teen body.

     Only after he heard the electronic beep of the state police car did he
take notice.  It had stopped a little ahead of him, Diesel ran to the open
passenger window.

     "Want a ride, kid?  Nobody should be out in this."

     "Thanks a lot, officer!"  Diesel yanked the door open and jumped in.
"Sorry I'm getting your car all wet...oh shit, my feet are muddy too."

     "Don't worry about it, it's only water, there's a towel in the
backseat."  Diesel sat up and reached over the seat for the towel in the
back, exposing his firm midsection to the cop who just happened to be
looking in that direction.

     "Well, I do really appreciate the ride.  I am soaked to the bone,
Officer...?" sticking out his hand.

     "Gardner, Jacob...Jake."

     While shaking hands Diesel started thinking that the day might not end
up being a total waste after all -- this cop was a looker, chiseled face,
brown crewcut, and what looked like the kind of body that should always be
the kind you'd want to find inside a uniform, based on his exposed thickly
muscled forearms.  Diesel had gone to the pool assuming the new hunky
lifeguard would be on duty.  He purposely didn't wear his swimmer's jock
under his speedos which gave his package the kind of up front and center
attention he and it craved.  Some would call it obscene, some would call it
hot -- Diesel was only interested in the latter group.  He did some diving,
swam around and sunned himself for a few hours -- hunk never came on duty
--left frustrated.

     "You in high school,...?"

     "Sorry, name's Diesel.  Yes, I am, officer."

     "High school seems so long ago, though I only graduated 8 years ago.
I'm sure it's still boring as ever."

     Smelling an opportunity, with a twitch of his dick Diesel replied,
"Yeah, I'm sure it is.  Stupid classes, stupid tests, stupid rules.  Thank
god for sports!" Diesel peeled his soaked t-shirt off and dropped it with a
plop on the floor in front of his seat spreading his legs out at the same
time.  He then rubbed his chest, abs, and arms with the towel.  Then he
wrapped the towel behind him, leaning back pressing into the back of the
seat rubbing back and forth drying both his back and the seatback.

     "Yeah, that was the best part of high school.  What sports do you
play?" said Officer Gardner, taking in Diesel's sculpted body.  "Jesus,
this kid is built!" went through his mind.

     "Swimming, football, and my favorite, wrestling," replied Diesel,
flashing a bright smile at the cop.  The rain water kept trickling its way
from his scalp, down his smooth face and neck, down his mountainous pecs,
some making a ski jump off of them, splashing onto his abs and slithering
down to his wet shorts.

     "I would have guessed from your build either football or wrestling.  I
played baseball and swam.  Put on a few pounds since then but like to tell
myself its muscle, not fat."

     "You look pretty well put together, officer," replied Diesel, "May I?"
as he put the flat of his hand on the officer's waist. "Feels pretty solid
to me."

     On the one hand Diesel wanted to feed this guy's ego.  On the other
hand, the guy really seemed to be in good shape.  The whole time, Diesel
kept doing the rubbing and pressing into the seatback, moving ever so
slowly making it look like he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing
when what he was actually doing was an erotic lap dance on himself.  He
could feel his dick slowly growing fatter as he aroused himself.

     Jake noticed the smooth movements in the corner of his rear view
mirror and stole a few sideways glances at the blonde muscle boy, who
pretended like he didn't notice.  "Shit, I think this kid is coming on to
me," ran through his mind.

     "You lift weights?"

     "Yeah, have for a while now, pretty seriously the last couple of
years," said Diesel.  Pulling the towel from behind, he now lifted his ass
up off the seat and looked to his right taking a lot of time to spread the
towel underneath him.  Of course, this put his ample basket on display for
Officer Gardner.  Diesel smirked when he caught Jake stealing a glance at
his damp crotch.

     "If you don't mind my saying, you look pretty solid yourself, and I
bet the cheerleaders don't complain," said the cop.

     Diesel sat back down on the towel pulling the ends up to dry the front
of his shorts.  Again, he pretended to innocently soak up the wetness when
what he was actually doing was rhythmically pressing into his crotch
causing his biceps to bulge to hardness with the same rhythm.

     "You mean my dick?  Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it. Only complaint I've
ever had about my soldier is that it's a might big."

     Jake was surprised by the kid's straightforwardness and changed the
subject.  "I've got some weights that I use...but I don't really know what
I'm doing.  What I should do is join a gym.  There's one downtown that
gives discounts to cops and firemen, but I've already invested in the
equipment I have, and I can use it whenever I want."

     "At a gym, you can also get a trainer.  It's more money, but worth it
because they know how to get results.  It's surprising the mistakes guys
make while training alone."

     By this time, Diesel was employing the same trick of keeping up his
pumping/drying motions all around his hips and waist, focusing of course on
his crotch, but doing them very slowly. Jake shifted in his seat.

     "Sorry, completely forgot to ask, am I heading in the right direction?
I'm nearing the end of my shift and am actually heading toward my place
without thinking.  Where should I take you?"

     Diesel thought, "Buddy, it's where I'm gonna take you!" but said, "I
live in this direction too, don't worry. So what kind of weights do you
have?"

     "Actually just some free weights, barbells, a rack and an adjustable
bench, nothing fancy, but you don't make a lot in your early years as a
public servant," Jake glanced at Diesel with a smile.  Diesel was waiting
for the eye contact and at the same moment pressed into his crotch with the
towel releasing a breath and jutting his chin forward ever so slightly in
response.  Again, Jake shifted.  Diesel could see the worm dangling on the
hook in front of Jake's flushed face.

     "So what did you mean about guys making mistakes training?"

     "I've picked up a few things from my coaches and some other older
guys.
  I guess one common mistake is that guys tend to think the more weight
they use, the better.  Truth is it's better to use a slightly lighter
weight but just go through the motion, the full motion, slowly and
deliberately.  It's not how many reps you can do, its how many you can do
in good form."

     "No shit? Really? I seem to work hard with the weights but I'm not
putting on muscle the way I think I should."

     "Could be a number of things you're doing wrong.  And then there are
some easy `right' things you could start doing."

     "Diesel, would you mind sometime coming over to my place and giving me
some pointers?  I'd pay you what you think its worth, or feed you, or
something -- you name it.  I don't think I need a full time trainer, just
someone to point me in the right direction."

     "Tell ya what, officer.  You said you're near the end of your shift,
right?  I don't have to be home for hours.  Let's go to your place now,
I'll look at the routine you follow, give whatever help I can, and you then
feed me.  Sound like a plan?"

     "That would be awesome, Diesel!  And please, call me Jake."

     The rain eased up by the time they got to Jake's condo.  Jake seemed a
bit nervous...like he wasn't used to having people over.  Diesel saw that
the weight equipment was spread out in what was the dining room area.

     "Guess you don't do much entertaining, huh?"

     "Never had a need for a dining room set...its only me.  Besides, where
else would the weights go?"

     "Do you stretch before you train, Jake."

     "No, why?"

     "Shame on you officer!  Stretching loosens the muscles and decreases
the possibility of straining one while working out."

     Diesel took off his still damp shorts, and laid them along with his
t-shirt on a stool by the front door.  He started doing some slow stretches
in his speedos.

     "C'mon, get comfortable, Jake...and stretch."

     Jake quickly stripped down to a jockstrap and tried his best to mimic
Diesel's moves.  "Interesting," thought Diesel, "a jock instead of
underwear or going cammo, wouldn't have guessed that, and it doesn't look
all that fresh."  Diesel also liked the fact that Jake was hairier than he
suspected.  Nice spread of fur on his chest, legs hairier than you'd think,
and an interesting patch of hair low on his back just above the ass. Diesel
found it very arousing.

     "OK, that's enough.  Pick up a couple of the 5 pound barbells and let
me see you do some curls."

     Jake dutifully picked up the barbells and started pumping.

     "Slower, Jake...even slower.  Look at your right fist as it comes up
and then goes down.  Focus on it.  See the smooth arc that its
making...follow it back and forth.  OK, same with left fist.  Keep doing
both of them, but look at and focus on the left one.  See the arc.  You're
picking up speed, slow down...or I'll have to give you a ticket!"

     Diesel let Jake work for a few minutes on his own.  "OK, stop.  What
went through your head while you were doing that?"

     "It was incredible, Diesel!  I really did start to visualize that arc
of movement. And I felt like I was putting all my energy into my fist. I
could feel the bicep and the tricep expanding and contracting.  And..."

     "What?"

     "Well, I feel stupid, but I think it was starting to get me a bit
excited.  Why would that happen?  I feel so dumb even saying it."

     "That's natural, Jake, happens all the time.  It's a primal thing.
You're focusing on your body, working your muscles, getting all sweaty,
pulse rises, breathing deepens.  Sometimes when I work out, I'm so hard at
the end of a set, that I have to force myself not to take a break and beat
off, and sometimes I do anyway!

     OK, this next one will work arms and abs.  Sit sideways on the bench
facing the wall mirror so you can see what you're doing.  Now lean back
into me...it's OK, I'm here, you won't fall."

     Jake leaned back slowly, Diesel had squatted down, Jake's head landed
on Diesel's firm left pec.  The skin felt really warm.

     "Now lift your legs just off the ground and start doing slow curls
again.  Right!  You got it.  Keep going."

     Even though they were almost naked, the air was still pretty humid
from the rainfall and by now both guys were sweating quite a bit.  Diesel
squatted a bit more so that his head was now next to Jake's -- his mouth
breathing in and out next to Jake's right ear.  Diesel reached around each
side of Jake under his arms and started caressing Jake's abs.

     "Focus on the arm movement.  Look at your fuckin' abs!  You are in
great shape, man."

     Jake got hard instantly.  He couldn't help it with Diesel rubbing his
abs and breathing hot air next to his ear.

     "I don't know what you're doing right now, Diesel...I'm not gay or
anything...and besides, you're just a kid," said Jake as his eyes locked on
Diesel's in the mirror.

     Diesel let his hands slide off of Jake's body and slowly stood up,
never breaking eye contact, till he was standing straight up.  His basket
ended up in the same place his head had just been...on top of Jake's right
shoulder, pressing against Jake's ear.  He slowly raised his arms into a
double bicep pose.

     "I didn't say you were gay, Jake.  I'm just someone who likes people
who keep in shape, and I like showing that appreciation.  And does this
look like the body of a kid?  As far as what I'm doing right now, I'm
helping you get an even better body."

     Diesel held the pose as Jake continued the curls.  They broke eye
contact at the same moment and shifted their gaze to Diesel's crotch in the
mirror.  Diesel's dick was so huge that as it started to fill out in
excitement and began stretching out even more, it looked like there was a
small animal inside the speedos shifting in its sleep.

     Diesel shifted again moving his dick to the back of Jake's head,
reached forward, brought his arms down and started rubbing Jake's abs some
more.  Jake gave into it.  He was starting to lose focus as low groans
forced their way out of his throat.  Diesel's hands moved up to Jake's firm
succulent pecs and started caressing them, gently tugging on the nipples.

     "That's it, Jake.  Focus on how your muscles feel as they expand and
contract.  Slow...go slow."

     Diesel stood up with his hands resting on Jake's shoulders.  Though
the speedos were a size too small, they were no match for Diesel's soldier
as his dick worked its way out of the top of the speedos.  He began gently
thrusting against the back of Jake's head.  The short bristly brown hairs
tickled Diesel's naked dick and got him even hotter.  Jake let the
dumbbells fall out of his hands, let his arms and legs drop, and let his
head move with Diesel's pumps as he watched what was happening in the
mirror in front of him through half closed eyelids.

   Diesel was a leaker...and he was proud of it.  By now, he had pumped out
enough precum to have changed Jake's prickly hair to something more like a
bed of warm pasta.  He wanted to get off and grabbed Jake's head by the
jaws to hold it in place as he rubbed it harder and faster.

     "Oh, yeah, Jake...yeah.  Look at me, Jake, look at my sweaty body
getting all hot for you."

     Jake looked at their reflection.  Diesel's body was fully pumped, abs
tightening with each thrust, arms tensed holding Jake's head, those massive
pecs shuddering in waves with each hit.

     "My dick, Jake, my dick.  See it?  See it pop up over your head?  See
it leakin' juice?  That's all for you, Jake...you...you...you...," Diesel
continued with each thrust.

     Jake reached back and grabbed the back of each of Diesel's thighs.  He
was hypnotized watching Diesel's angry red helmet jack up into sight and
then quickly retreat, over and over, sometimes fast, sometimes agonizingly
slow.  He pulled on Diesel's legs while his slack mouth moaned
incoherently.

     "Yeah, Jakey, yeah, almost there...," Diesel let his head fall back
slightly as he approached release, rocking it back and forth.  The few
blonde strands not plastered to his head with sweat, launched drops of it
outward. He suddenly grabbed Jake's head with such force that it was lucky
for Jake that he was so relaxed and out of it.  Diesel rammed upward on
Jake's head with his dick and watched the first spurt of cum fly into the
air.  Four more forceful shots followed, each accompanied with a grunting,
"Huhhuunnn!" from Diesel.

     After a few seconds Diesel came back down to earth...he surveyed his
work.  As always, cum seemed to be everywhere.  Diesel's soldier turned
into a fireman when it came to climax time and pumped cum out like it was
trying to put out a fire. The first shot went up a few feet in the air,
arcing forward, and landed with a splat on the wooden floor in front of the
mirror.  The other three marked Jake -- one hit his left thigh, one the top
of his jockstrap, and the third landed on Jake's right cheek and was now
making its way over his jaw and down his neck.

     Of course Diesel's flow hadn't stopped with the major eruptions.  Like
an earthquake, Diesel always sent aftershocks.  One landed on the bridge of
Jake's nose and treated it like the continental divide, running evenly down
toward each corner of Jake's mouth.  The last of it spread out over Jake's
forehead running into his hair and ears.  Diesel was still lighting
thrusting against Jake's head...cum continued to drool out of his slit,
into Jake's hair.  Diesel felt like he was rubbing a warm melting slab of
chocolate.

     "Help...me...Diesel...help...," panted Jake.

     It was then that Diesel realized that Jake hadn't cum.  His hard-on
stood like a steel beam and pulled the worn jock away from his body.  A
silver dollar sized dollop of precum seeped through the jock.

     Jake quickly pulled up one end of the weight bench, locking it up at a
45 degree angle, swung Jake around so he was sitting correctly on the
bench, pushed Jake's chest backward till his back slapped against the
raised part of the bench, and then wrapped an arm around each of Jake's
calves pulling him forward so his ass balanced on the end of the bench.
Jake's torso slid down the back of the bench as he was pulled forward...the
pulling stopped when Jake's head was the only part still angled
upward. Jake didn't even notice.

     Diesel brought his face toward Jake's crotch and stuck his tongue into
the mass of dark pubic hair.  Jake's balls were already pulled up tight, as
Diesel suspected...he was ready to blow.

     "Like this?" Diesel asked as he grabbed the middle of Jake's shaft
with his open mouth and hummed through the fabric of the jockstrap.  "How
`bout this?" following with doing the same to Jake's dickhead, as Jake's
slightly sweet precum mixed with Diesel's saliva.

     "Uummmmgggghhhhhh...aaaggggghhhhhhh...uuuugggggghhhhh...." was all
Jake was capable of producing.

     Diesel stood up suddenly, ripped the old jockstrap off Jake and pulled
off his own speedos.  He tossed the jockstrap toward the living room,
balled up the cum and sweat stained speedos, and crammed them into Jake's
mouth.  He squatted again and grabbed Jake's dick with his right fist.

     "Look at me, Jake.  You're gonna want to watch this," as Diesel began
a slow caress of Jake's dick.  He didn't want to jack it just yet...just
squeeze it a few times like a ripe cantaloupe.  His left hand started a rub
back and forth from Jake's shriveled up ball sack, past his pucker, and
then back again.

     "You're a hairy fucker back here, Jake.  Did you know that?"

     Jake just stared at Diesel's face, cheeks puffed out, stuffed with the
speedos, sweat dripping off his cop body.

     Diesel saw a look in Jake's eyes he'd seen in many other men...raw
animal desire...pleading...begging.  Now it was just Diesel's index finger
sliding through the forest of wet butt hair, then just circling around
Jake's hole.  He could feel the hole contracting and switched the dick
squeezing to a twisting motion.  Diesel waited for a signal.  Jake's
muffled scream coincided with his dick tensing.  Diesel rammed his finger
into Jake's asshole.  The cop's dick went off like a machine gun spraying
giant spurts of cum in all different directions.  Diesel's favorite part of
these exercises was feeling the guy's ass sucking on his finger...always
got him excited.

     Diesel stood up, rested his hands on his hips, his huge dick angling
outward.  "Well, would you look at that?  You shot your cannon all over the
place...even got some on my dick!  Now I didn't ask you to do that, and I
think that was pretty forward of you.  What say you clean it off?"

     Diesel spread his muscular legs and started walking toward Jake's
head, one leg on either side of Jake's body as it rested on the weight
bench.  Diesel sat down, ass to dick.  Jake's still swollen dick had been
resting on his abs.  Diesel's asscrack now covered it like a tunnel.  Their
eyes locked, Diesel started squeezing his ass cheeks while Jake started an
upward fucking motion in response.

     Jake's arms came up as if on their own and grabbed Diesel's waist
pressing him more in his dick.  Diesel pulled the speedos out of Jake's
mouth, tossed them aside, and started wiping his remaining cum off of
Jake's face.  There were a few gobs of it that Diesel let hang from his
fingers above Jake's open panting mouth.  Diesel chuckled as he lowered his
hand to Jake's mouth and watched Jake feverishly suck his fingers.

     "But what about my little soldier?  He can't stand up proud for his
country with your cum on him?  Can he?  Help this soldier, Jake, help him."
Diesel scooted forward, freeing Jake's dick.  Only then did Jake actually
really look at what was in front of his eyes...a huge dick...with an even
larger mushroom head that had a ridge around it that must have stuck out
over a quarter of an inch.  It looked like a cannon with a huge helmet on
top.  His eyes widened with fear has Diesel slid slowly forward.

     "Yeah...now you know why I call him my little soldier.  He wears his
helmet proudly.  C'mon, clean him up like a good officer of the law.  And
remember, he doesn't like any sharp objects touching him so if I feel any
teeth, you won't be in shape to make any arrests for quite a while."
Diesel scooted forward again, his dickhead slapped at Jake's lower lip.

     Fear and shock kept Jake from saying anything.  His eyes shot back and
forth between Diesel's eyes and Diesel's dick - eyes -- dick -- eyes --
dick -- everything started to look hot and needy.

     "C,mon, officer...tongue?"

     Jake's tongue touched Diesel's dickhead.  As he pulled back his
tongue, Diesel scooted forward so that half his sizable helmet was in
Jake's mouth, the top of it pressing against Jake's upper teeth.

     Diesel reached down and gently rubbed the side of Jake's head.
"Remember what I said about teeth, Jake."

     Jake opened his mouth wider...Diesel slid in further.  "Tell you what,
Jake.  I'll get the whole head in, you wash your tongue around it, I'll
pull out and we'll call it even. K?"  Diesel pushed forward and felt his
dickhead's rim work past Jake's lips.

     Jake realized he couldn't breathe and started to panic.  "Breath
through your nose, Jake, your nose.  Calm down...now, the tongue," Diesel
was now caressing Jake's head with both hands.  He felt the tongue working
its way around his helmet and tossed his head backwards in delight.

     "Oh, Jakey, you are gooooood at this...real good.  Keep
moving...yes...like that."  Diesel shoved another inch into Jake's
mouth. Jake jerked his head, as well as he could, and started to panic
again as a choke rose up in his throat.  "Stop it!" Diesel slapped Jake's
face really hard, "stop being a wuss."  Diesel shoved in another inch.
Jake's face went beet red as he choked more fiercely.

     Diesel pulled his dick out of Jake's mouth and brought his face down
to Jake's.  Sweat dripped off his face onto Jake's.  "You're gonna do this,
Jake.  You can do it.  I want you to do it...and you want to do it...trust
me."

     Before Jake could react, Diesel shoved his dick back into Jake's
mouth.
  He grabbed Jake's head and started fucking it.  Jake realized he had
nowhere to go and the only thing he could do was hit Diesel with his fists,
which he did.  But Diesel had the advantage.  Jake was on his back, Diesel
had all his weight on Jake.  Jake stopped hitting Diesel when he realized
that he'd better focus on being able to breathe, which at the moment he
couldn't.

     "Oh, mama!  You are good!  Take me to heaven, Jakey, let me hear the
angels sing!"  as Diesel pumped faster and deeper into Jake's mouth.  This
never took Diesel long, and only a couple of the other guy had ever passed
out.  He wondered if Jake would be another one.

     Jake was frantic.  Not only could be not breath out of his nose, but
snot started shooting out of it instead of air.  He started to see stars
when he suddenly felt Diesel's dick expand in his mouth and throat.

     "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" bellowed Diesel as he pulled Jake's head into his
pubic hair and pulsed his load down that warm wet tunnel.  He pulled out
quickly after two pumps and let the rest spray on Jake's face.  Jake choked
and coughed, saliva sprayed out of his mouth, a combination of cum and snot
bubbled out of his nostrils.

     Diesel stood up towering over the heaving cop.  Panting, he said,
"Thanks for picking me up, Officer Gardner.  You're a credit to your
department.  I'll see myself out.  If you ever want to get together again,
think about coming to one of my wrestling meets.  I could show some
different holds."

     Diesel sauntered toward the front door.  Even in his current stupor,
Jake loved Diesel's look from behind -- massive shoulders narrowing to a
firm small waste, a bubble butt that churned as Diesel walked, and legs
like a colossus.  Jake reached the front door, and bent down to grab his
shorts and t-shirt.  Just before opening the door, he turned around to the
still recovering Jake, flashed him that perfect white toothed smile, a few
strands of curly blonde hair bounced on his forehead.  Diesel grabbed his
dick with one hand flopping it up and down toward Jake, "Bye, bye,
officer."  He then pulled on his shorts, threw the t-shirt over his
shoulder and walked out the door.



NOTE: I wanted to thank those of you who have given me feedback on my
Diesel stories so far.  I appreciate your telling me the parts of the
stories that you like.  Please feel free to give me suggestions for
situations that Diesel could find himself in.  Tell me things you'd like to
see happen.  Allen at tutus69@hotmail.com