Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 23:09:11 +0100 (BST) From: Jon Himus <jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Cop Helps Out COP HELPS OUT. By JonH When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. If you wanna see the pics, pass on a comment etc. Please e-mail to: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk "So neither one of your parents are home?" "Nah, bofe out. I gotta key. Sho' y'know..." It's lucky. Picked up for being drunk outside the KFC. Driven home in a cop car. If they hear of this I'm fucked. "Are they aware their 17 year old son drinks?" "Sheesh yeah, believe me they're cool with it." Both the cops look at each other grinning. The cop car takes a sharp turn into my street. "1410?" The cop driving asks. "Yesh, witha hedge." We pull over. I get a head spin from looking round to make sure none of the neighbors are around. "I'll take him inside" the cop in the passenger seat says. "It's fine believe me offisar." I'm having trouble with the damn car door. "Get him in. I'll call in." The cop behind the wheel says. The other cops gets out and opens the door for me. I stumble but right myself before too long. Walking to the side of the house I start fumbling for the key. The cops a typical cop. Big, self-important, with this swagger that must look damn stupid when he's dressed in civilian clothes. I can't find the damn door key. "You know son in your state you should not be out this late." "Yeah, yeah...I jus' wanted a fuckin' blow job." I realized I didn't need to tell him that. But he chuckles to himself anyway. "You realize in your current state you could be unable to...perform." "Offisar believe me...I'm fuckin'...shorry...ready to lose ma' cherry. It's down to tha' right date." "Where was she anyway?" "Fuck knows y'know. Fuc...damn keys...tha' mall, who...I was soo hangin' for it y'know...." The door opened with a creak. Flicking on a light I threw the keys onto the table. The cop stood in the kitchen looking around for whatever it is they look for. I kicked off my shoes and had to look at him sideways to focus but the head spins had gone. "So offisar...thanks for...but I gotta take care a' this....so..." I clumsily grabbed my crotch and looked at the kitchen door. "Your johnson's hard." I laughed at that. "Ma' 'johnson'...yeah tis'..." "And you wanted a blow job." "Yessir. I did. I do. You wanna blow me?" "Do you want to sit down son." "Hell yeah." I went into the living room and flicked on a lamp. The cop followed. "Drop your trousers son." Undoing the buckle I pulled them down to my ankles then hooking my stiff dick outta my boxers had them down aswell. The cop made no move to undress. My eyesight wasn't too great but I couldn't see even a bulge. I dropped back on the sofa and offered up my erection. The cop was down on his knee's and in a kinda freaky 'official duty' way held the base of my cock. His large coarse fingers wrapped around the shaft, for a second it felt too weird but then he dropped his mouth down onto it and in one action had my pecker engulfed in his mouth. Clamping around the shaft I finally felt it - my first damn blow job and it was beyond great. He had this wet as fuckin' mouth and I could feel his huge damn tongue swiping up and down my shaft and then sliding all over my cut cock head. "Oh yeah...oh yeah....suck me...suck...." My head rolled back. He started going up and down on my shaft. Pushing his nose into my pubes he'd then suction onto my shaft and pull back real hard til he clamped the head in his lips and did that thing with his tongue. I felt his fingers softly pushing at my balls - or what was left hangin' anyhow. He picked up the speed and his mouth got wetter and wetter until all I could hear was this slurping, clucking kinda sound. This was fuckin' ecstasy! Getting my shaft spit wet he then'd suck it all off and start again. Putting my hand on his head the bristles of the crewcut was abit weird but man, the guy could suck like damn crazy. I felt my balls tighten and things gatherin' up in my crotch. I lifted my hips to his cock suckin' cop face. I even felt his teeth sliding soft along my shaft and I knew I was gonna blow soon. His head was bobbin' up and down like some damn machine and I could feel my load really buildin' and buildin' fast. I grabbed his ears real tight and not knowing what to do kinda pulled at his head. "Offisar...I'm gonna....whoooh....I'm gonna blow..." He woulda heard me but made no effort to lift off my shaft. He was gonna take it. The cock suckin' cop was gonna take it! Pushing his head down hard on my shaft I rammed my shaft into his face. "I'm fuckin' ya' face....I'm fuckin' it....whooh..." The cluckin' glock of spit got louder and faster, the squelching of spit filled the quite room... "I'm gonna...gonna....uh..uh...uuhhaaaaarh...shi...shi...oohhh" I blew. Wet cum shot into the cops mouth n' I felt the warm swirl of jizz n' spit hot along my dick. His lips slapped into my crotch as he gulped and sucked and gulped, his throat contractin' with every bolt I spewed into tha' guy. I started to subside, my cock softening he tugged at it with his lips then let it fall raw and spent from his mouth. The corner of his lips glinted with spit or jizz I didn't know. I patted him on his bristlin' crew cut and smiled at him in a spent, drunk, haze. Totally drained and satisfied. The cop then stood, adjusted the decent sized bulge in his trousers and nodded his head at me. "Thanks man." I looked up at him. I was red skinned and spent and he'd barely broken a sweat. Leaving the room I watched his baton and gun click and swing on his hips until I heard the kitchen door close firmly. My dick drooped between my legs. A string of jizz hangin' from the tip. A cop for chrissakes. THE END When I write this stuff I work from pics I've found. 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