Date: Wed, 05 Jun 2002 00:54:42 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Precinct Visit (m/m, cops)

Precinct Visit
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having
sex. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read no
further.  The fiction depicts unsafe sex practices. It's fantasy. In real
life, wear a rubber.

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Precinct Visit


Fuck, I'd only taken the class because all my buddies had told me how easy
it was. See, I was the stereotypical dumb jock - tall, buff and blonde.
Maybe not so much dumb, but I certainly didn't give a shit about classes.
The only things that mattered to me were baseball, fucking and beer, in
that order. I'd gotten into State on a full-ride baseball scholarship, and
the generous stipend was supplemented by all the under-the-table perks that
the university's auxiliary athletic association gave its top athletes. As a
star player on the varsity team, I never had to pay for a meal in the
town's restaurants or pay for much of anything for that matter. Life was
sweet.

Only my GPA was sinking faster than the Titanic. Coach didn't give a fuck
about our studies but he didn't give a fuck about the NCAA rules. I had to
get a couple of As if wanted to still play next year. That's how I ended up
in Sociology 100. It was intended for Sociology majors, to help them decide
what careers they might pursue, but word quickly spread how fucking easy
the course was, and the enrollment had ballooned to over a hundred each
semester, mostly packed with lazy jocks like me. My teammate and best bud
Frank had taken it last term. He said all the teaching assistants were
these mousy female graduate students who were so easy to manipulate. All
you had to do was give them a sincere jock smile and it didn't matter how
late your paper was.

Well, I guess the department head caught on to what was going on, because
now I was in the hardest class I'd taken at State. Shitloads of reading,
pop quizzes every class, and a huge research paper that's still hanging
over my head. And my TA was one of the sociology profs, Michael Gardner,
who let us know in the first week that he wouldn't be a pushover. He was an
arrogant prick; even when giving his lectures his mouth seemed to be formed
in a condescending smirk that let us know he thought we were a bunch of
idiots. It was too late for me to find another course that would fulfill my
requirements, so I was stuck sitting in the lecture hall listening to that
bastard.

And staring at him, too. I hated to admit it, but something about this guy
turned me on. He was medium height, about 40, with grey-green eyes and salt
and pepper hair slightly long on the top. His perfect white teeth meant
that even his smart-ass grin got my dick going. He always wore a suit
without the tie. His chest filled our his pressed blue or white shirt, and
whenever he turned to write on the board, my gaze got lost in his tight ass
trapped in his well-fitted trousers. Even his hands, had long, thick strong
fingers, and the gold wedding band sent my mind racing with the idea of my
teacher's long dick screwing the hell out of his wife. I had to lean back
in my seat and spread my jock legs wide to give my cock room to grow in my
shorts.

I was so lost in watching Prof. Gardner that I almost didn't catch our
instructions for the next week.

"All right class, next week we're beginning our section on criminology.
Read chapter 5 in the textbook, and instead of meeting for regular section,
we're going to go down to the Third Precinct to hear from detectives who
have backgrounds in sociology.  Directions will be on the course website."


*******


The precinct chief stood before us, short and built like a fireplug. He
looked Italian, and clearly was a hairy man. If he had shaved that morning,
his beard stubble had already come back in full force.

"...Glad to have you here at the precinct today. I'm Chief Jones; I'm a
career cop just like my father was.  Didn't go to college, so I can't give
you much insight into the field of criminology, but I'm gonna introduce you
to Detective Michael Mahoney, who had a sociology background before going
to police academy and joining the force..."

A tall, red-headed man came from behind the Chief and started speaking to
us.  Detective Mahoney spoke about his training and how long he'd been on
the force, but what caught my eye was a man in the back office. My
sightline went straight through the doorway and to this officer who sat
against the wall talking to another policeman who was out of my vision.
This man was in a jovial mood, talking and laughing while he drank his
coffee, occasionally he would look my way and smile as our eyes locked.

This cop was a vision of pure masculinity. His solid, chiseled face was
matched by a head of tousled light brown hair, trimmed quite short on the
sides and back. You could tell the man was the sort who had to shave every
day, maybe even multiple times a day, as a faint shadow lay underneath his
smoothly shaved skin.  Maybe it was my imagination, but even from where I
was standing I could smell his aftershave and cologne, deep musky masculine
smells that drew my hunger toward him like a moth to its mate.

Huge muscles filled his pale blue-gray polyester uniform, stretching the
short sleeves taut and obscenely packing the thighs of the uniform
pants. He was the biggest, most amazing specimen of powerful male mass I'd
ever seen, a fucking musclegod, squeezed into his tight cop outfit. His
sinewy forearms twitched and his big guns flexed involuntarily as he sat in
the office chair that was too small for his built 6-foot-two frame.

As Mahoney talked on, this cop stared right at me. Jolts of electric lust
would start in my groin and shoot all over my body. He smirked, winked
right at me, then spread those tree-trunk legs wide.

The size of the spear trapped inside those uniform pants took my breath
away. It was a fuckstick to be reckoned with, longer than any I'd ever seen
or even dreamed existed.  I didn't know if this officer was fully hard or
not, but I did know that a giant protuberance in the left leg of his pants
pushed up over the muscle mass of the thigh, and continued down the curve
of his quads to about four inches above the knee. And a big fat nutsac
bulged right where the two thighs met.

Shit, I popped a boner right there. I knew that this cop could tell exactly
where I was staring, could tell how hard he was making me right there in
the precinct lobby, surrounded by all my classmates. He just chucked as he
drank his coffee, and with his other hand reached down to squeeze his
crotch.

"And if you follow me down this hall, I'll show you the east wing, where we
do all of our in-house lab work."

It was Mahoney's Irish accent snapping me out of my lust. I looked up and
there were two deep-blue cop eyes staring right into mine, a knowing gleam
hiding beneath their cool, gruff exterior. Shit, I'd been busted checking
out one of the city's finest! I'm sure my jock bod went red from head to
toe.

Reluctantly I pulled my gaze away from the muscle cop in the back office
and followed the rest of my class on their tour. That's not to say my dick
went down in the least. For the next fifteen minutes, I tried to cover the
crotch of my loose shorts with my hands while listening to the rest of the
tour. And I made sure to remain in the very back of the class so no one but
Mahoney could see me.

I was straggling behind a little in fact as we walked down the hall, and as
we turned a corner, I felt a strong hand grab my right bicep. With sudden
force I was jerked back the other direction. I'm not a weak guy, but the
strength and surprise of the tug had my body flying back.

Right into the hard wall of the muscle cop's chest. I could tell this
officer wore no T-shirt underneath his unifrom, the heat just radiated from
the mass of flesh pressed up tight against me, and the aroma of pure,
pumped up male wafted through the light-blue material.

I was a couple inches taller than this stud, so I was able to look down,
right down into the deepest brown eyes and a fuck-hungry look that devoured
me.  Possessed me like a prize for the taking. I'm used to being a big stud
on campus, but somehow it was like this hulk of a man was looking right
past that, deep into me.

"I thought I'd introduce myself," the deep husky voice finally said. Shit,
that smile was so fucking sexy. "Officer Masterson, vice detail."

"Nice to meet you sir," I said, my body still pressed against his. My cock
was really acting up now, throbbing against his crotch. "My name's Bill."

"Pleasure to meet you Bill," Masterson said in a lusty smirk.  "I have a
friend who wants to meet you as well."

Fuck, when he unzipped his uniform trousers, I thought I'd die. His hand
went right into the crotch and down deep to grab the hard shaft trapped in
his suitleg. Out came the biggest, nastiest piece of dick I'd ever seen. At
least 8 inches in circumference and 11 inches long. It was a behemoth,
topped with the hottest, thickest piece of foreskin imaginable. Part of it
stretched tight over the swollen cockhead, and the rest continued up past
the cocklength to bunch up over the dicktip. The officer's big paw gripped
the shaft and tugged back at the cop cock, pulling the skin in a rhythmic
back-and-forth motion that revealed more of his slick, horny cockhead.

"Yeah, boy, I knew you'd like a good uncut one." I looked into his eyes,
and the surge of electricity connected us.

"Oh, sir, you're so fucking hot," I groaned as I ground my mouth against
his rough lips. Skillfully, he parted mine and pushed and probed with his
smooth, wet powerful tongue. He gripped the back of my head and
deep-frenched me, asserting his dominance over my cocky jock body, letting
me know that his eleven inches was calling all the shots here. I was happy
to comply.

"Jesus, kid," the lusty cop said as he came up for air. "You're a hot
fucking sight. Just my type..." His hot lips attacked the skin on my
bullneck. "...Tall buff jock...big college lug...Ready for cop dick...
yeah, I saw the way you threw a boner look at my big fucking dick... Jock
boy wants it all, huh?"

"Ah, yes, sir..." I muttered.

"Wants it all right here in this dirty police precinct hallway."

"Yes officer." Rough cop hands gripped the elastic of my shorts and pulled
them down, exposing my naked ass to the cool airconditioning.  Goosebumps
formed all over the muscle flesh.

The policeman's warm hands grabbed my smooth cheeks, hissing in
appreciation.  "Fuck, then you're gonna get it, kid." Those powerful arms
gripped mine and turned my body around so that I was facing the cold brick
wall. Officer Masterson's hot form pressed insistently into my backside,
his hot wet cock nestled deep in my jock ass crevice, spreading its
pre-fuck goo all over my tight pucker. I knew I was about to get reamed and
reamed hard. I was nervous, anxious what that giant cuntsplitter of his
would do to my inexperienced ass.  Nervous of how rough this cop could
get. I was nervous, and horny as hell.

The blunt round tip of the huge cockhead indented my sphincter and lodged
itself right in the overheated entrance of my rectum.

"So warm," Masterson growled, "...so fucking tight..."

"That's it, sir," I encouraged. "Fuck that ass. It's yours, man."

"Yeah, bud?"

"Yeah, man."

"Remember that boy, cause if I'm gonna own your jock ass, I'm gonna take my
time to break it in."

"Yes, sir, just fuck me, I'm so hot for it," I pleaded, no longer caring
if anyone was around to hear or see us.

"I can see your hips move, Bill.  Bucking that fine ass against my meat. So
hot for your cop's meat." A stern forearm pressed against the small of my
back, pushing me flush against the cold cement. "But college boy has to
learn who's calling the shots."

"You are, sir."

"Good boy. Now, stud, reach back and pull those firm ass cheeks apart.
Yeah, that's it, spread them open for your new man. Fuck, you're gonna be
doing that a lot from now on, spreading them wide for your horsehung cop
fuck."

"Ooh, yes sir." I was crying tears of full, hardon lust.

I felt the massive cop shift in his position behind me. "OK. Now, boy, do
you feel it?"

"What, sir?"

He didn't answer, just wrapped his left arm firmly around my chest and
licked at the nape of my neck. Then I felt it. The foreskin of his cock
gently touching my asslips. Softly.  Sensually. Over and over. The fucker
was jerking his cock, while his head wasn't even fully lodged in my ass.

"Shit!" I moaned as my ass muscles went wild, and the lips of my puckered
hole contracted, kissing his foreskin in reciprocal motion to the soft
massage his cockskin was giving me.

"There, kid, let that fine ass feel it. You're not ready for my dick.  Not
yet.  But this cop's got time, time to take his boy's ass and take it
right. Work that hole til you're so fucking horny, so ready to be taken
rough and raw. That's it, kid, milk my big fat dickhead, feel how wet it is
against your hole? Yeah, that's how much you big, muscle jocks turn me on."

"Yeah, officer, I can feel that leaking cop dick right at my hole...making
me hot for it...don't think I've ever been so hot for it."

"Me neither kid...so fucking nasty, jacking my dick right here in the
station hallway. Jacking with my dick trapped deep in between your cheeks.
Working it...oh shit!"

Masterson lost it and the first cop discharge went straight into my hole.
The heat was incredible. Long, thick ropes of police sperm shot out and
filled my rectum , as this hunk of a man jerked his giant shaft over and
over. I didn't know that men could shoot so much spunk, the fucker's balls
seemed to pump for minutes, smasming and when I thought the last of the
spurts had come, Masterson would shake and grunt behind me then more of his
virile seed would discharge into my guts. I don't know how much of his
juice I had up in me, but it felt damn incredible. Quickly and desperately,
I fisted my cock and in ten seconds, my own thick load was coming up,
spurting out all over the brick wall. I heaved and shot while my cop stud
wrapped his thick arm around my shoulder and encouraged me.

"That's it Bill, shoot that load. I wanna see how much fuck juice you carry
in those big jock balls of yours. Oooh, looks like a real man's load. Nice
healthy spunk. Just think how much you'll shoot when I'm dicking your tight
ass. Filling you up. Priming your butt for more cop juice. Yeah, boy,
that's it..."

As we came down, our lips locked once more, then Masterson pulled away and
stuffed his cock back into his uniform. The bulge, while not as big as
before, was still obscene. He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a
piece of paper to hand me. I opened up the folded paper and read the
writing. It had his number written on it.

"Hell, I was just gonna give you this," he smiled. "Guess when I felt you
against my body, I couldn't control myself."

"So fucking hot," was all I could manage to say as I pulled my shorts back
up.  I'm sure my class had already left. Already the big cop was walking
away, giving me a view of the roundest, most beautiful ass.

"You're pretty fucking hot yourself, Bill."  He called out. "Give me a
call."

Of course I would.