Date: Sat, 17 May 2008 10:02:53 -0400
From: KC
Subject: Horse Hung Cop

My eyelids felt heavy as I drove down the highway. I had been driving for
over an hour and the darkness pressing all around me seemed to increase my
fatigue. This is how truck drivers must feel, I thought. I had been
visiting some family about and hour and a half drive away from my home.
Well, home isn't the right word. Apartment is a little more accurate. I'm
only twenty years old and still in college so I didn't really have the
money for any fancy housing.

It was a Saturday so I didn't have any classes today so I decided to visit
my cousin. I hadn't been around any of my family much since school started
so I thought the least I could do was visit them. Well, I got down there
and we hung out for a bit, went out for supper. We had a pretty good
time. I left there around 10 o'clock and started to make the trip home.

I wasn't one for long car rides. Ever since I was little, boredom would
pull it's seductive veil around me. Even when I started driving by myself,
if I was on the road for more than 20 minutes, my mind wandered to all the
things that I could be doing. Needless to say, this distraction was a
little dangerous. Luckily, the worst that I've been in is a fender bender.

So, my fatigue was really setting in. I was yawning every few minutes and
my head started to droop. I shook my head and I remained alert for a few
more minutes. I rolled down my window and blaired the music. Once again,
fatigue was fought off. Still, I could feel fatigue taking over my body. I
only had to stay awake for about 15 more minutes and then I could be home
in my warm bed.

I turned into the deceleration lane. This exit wasn't used often because it
took you off onto a country road. If I stayed on the highway for another 10
minutes, I could have went off another exit and right into town. Call me
crazy, but taking the country road made more sense to me. Going down a road
that had less traffic would mean less chance of a collision. Besides, it
would take me the same amount of time to get to my apartment while taking
this road.

So, I got onto the road and the countryside started to zoom by me. I
reduced my speed slightly, although I was still going over the speed
limit. For whatever reason, my fatigue started to drift away. My eyes
opened wider and became alert.

My cellphone started to ring and I answered it. It was my cousin. He
started telling me something about how I had forgot my debit card at his
house. I sweared loudly, but it didn't really matter. I had little to no
money in my account so I guess it didn't matter. I was really bad about
forgetting stuff at other people's houses. I told my cousin to just keep it
there and I would pick it up the next time that I came down to visit him. I
shut my cellphone and brought my focus back to the road and not a moment
too soon.

I slowed down as I saw a police car pulled over. His lights weren't on, but
I saw the police officer outside the car, holding something to his head. He
seemed unsteady on his feet. I pulled up behind the police car and got out
to see if he was okay. I know, this sounds pretty stupid. Usually police
officers have partners, yet if he had one, I couldn't see him. As I walked
around the police car, I saw that the driver's windwo had been shattered. I
walked over until I was right in front of cop. He finally realized someone
was there and his hand immeadiately went to his gun. I raised my hands in
front of my chest, to show I didn't have a weapon.

"What do you want?" he asked, fingers still gripping the gun.

"I saw you when I was driving and you looked kind of...unsteady?" I said
lamely.

"I'm fine," he grunted.

I could now see that the thing he was holding to his head was an ice pack.
His uniform was a little torn and his hair had twigs and leaves stuck in
it.

"Are you sure? You don't look fine," I said pressingly.

He brought his hand off his gun and moved toward me. A surge of fear ran
through me.

"Just help me over to the hood of the car," he said.

I ducked under his one arm and wrapped my arm around his back. Well, around
is much as I could. We started to wobble over to the car. I looked down and
his legs looked fine, but it might just be from exhaustion. We got to the
car and he slid off of my and sat down on the cruiser's hood.

"Thanks kid," he said.

"Is there anything else I can do?" I asked.

He looked out into the forest of trees that lay just beyond a ditch.

"No, get going."

I was about to brush by him when I saw that there were small cuts on his
hand. There was still some glass stuck him.

"I can get that glass out if you want, reduce the chance of infection."

"What are you, a fucking doctor?" he snapped.

"Still in school, but I'm not completely useless," I said.

He made quite the show of sighing loudly.

"Fine, have at it," he said, shoving his hand at me.

I took his hand in mine and started to pull out the shards of glass that I
could get with my fingers. If there were anymore deeper than he would have
to wait till he got to the hospital. I was nearly finished his hand when I
saw that the glass continued up his arm.

"Take your shirt off," I said.

"What?!"

"There is glass going up your arm and to get it all, your shirt is going to
have to be off."

He muttered to himself about the cold, but started to unbutton his
uniform. He tugged himself out of one sleeve and then the other. I was
surprised when I saw his bare chest. I thought cops wore something under
their uniform. I started picking the glass out of his arm. I moved further
up his arm and admired his biceps. He was nicely muscled, but I expected
nothing less from a cop. I glance up at his face. He wasn't old by no
means, probably in his early 30s. His face was rugged and stern. He had
brown hair that wasn't long, but certainly messy. He had a 5 o'clock
shadow.

I finally pulled the last shard of glass from his arm. Then I went to his
other side. I didn't expect to find any more glass in him, but I might as
well check him over while I was here. His other arm was fine and so was his
chest. His beautiful chest. He had lightly defined pecs and a 6-pack. He
had his chest shaved, but he had a treasure trail that surrounded his belly
button and went down to his crotch. I was a trying to think of reason to
get him out of his pants when he gave me a reason.

"Hey kid, I think I hurt my leg in the chase. Can you take a took at it?"
he asked.

He undid his belt and threw it on top of his shirt. He raised his butt off
of the car and started to pull down his pants. He kicked his shoes off and
then finished taking his pants off. He dropped his pants on the pile. My
eyes drank in his body. His legs were muscled and had a nice dusting of
hair. His thighs were big and he wore some tight boxer briefs. There was an
impressive bulge, but I couldn't let my eyes wander there to long. I got
down on my knees and looked over his one leg. Nothing. I looked at his
other and once again, there was nothing wrong.

"What leg did you say was hurt?" I asked.

He glanced away and said, "truth be told, I just wanted to get my pants off
and get you on your knees."

My face must have turned a deep shade of red. I felt my cheeks burning and
I couldn't look up at him. No matter how embarassed I was, though, my now
erect cock wanted to 'get this show on the road'. I rubbed my hands up his
legs and then up his thighs. I moved my face closer to his boxer briefs and
I looked up at him for approval. He put a sexy grin on his face and
nodded. I clamped my mouth over the bulge in his briefs and started to
suck. My saliva quickly coated his briefs and I kept sucking as his dick
started to respond. His cock hardened all the way and it was pretty big. It
was kept against his stomach, pointing toward the sky, and the head was
peeking outside the top of the briefs.

I kept sucking him through the briefs. I moved down his cock until I was at
the base. By now, his briefs were clinging to his cock from all the
spit. After I felt the base of his cock was wet enough, I grabbed the
waistband of his briefs and started to pull them down. He pushed his ass
off of the hood so I could get the briefs all the way off. I tugged and the
briefs slid off his crotch and then off his legs. He sat back down, his
bare ass against the hood of the car. My eyes slid over his naked form,
drinking in his amazing body. I had been with men before, but this cop was
the hottest, strongest, and most well hung guy I had ever seen.

I inched forward on my knees. His enormous member stood at attention before
me, begging to be relieved. And who was I to deny it? My mouth enclosed the
head of his manhood and my tongue swirled around and around. I heard a soft
moan from the cop. My tongue teased his piss slit gently until I was
rewarded with a drop of precum which I licked up greedily. My hand came up
and started to jack off the part of his cock that wasn't in my mouth. I
heard another moan, louder this time. I started to bob my head on his cock
and then tried to force more into my throat. He was so big, I couldn't deep
throat him. I got about half of his cock in my mouth before a gagged and
came up for air. My hand was still jacking him furiously. I went down
again, showering the head of his cock with kisses before I enclosed his
throbbing meat. I his hand, heavy at the back of my head, pushing me
furthur onto his dick. He also started thrusting his cock up into my
mouth. Fuck, I thought, I'm going to choke! I tried to relax my throat,
getting ready for the big sausage to enter my throat. He pushed my head
down roughly and thrust with a lot of force. His cock hit my throat and I
started to gag. My hands came up and I wrestled to get his hand off my
head. He removed his hand and I came off his cock, gasping for air. He got
up off of the car and came around behind me. He grabbed my around the waist
and tossed me onto the hood so my still clothed ass was pointing out at
him. His hands came around my waist and undid my belt and slid it out. Then
his hands came back around and rubbed over my cock for a minute or two
before he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of them.

"No undies, kid?" he asked, "going commando tonight? Thinking you were
going to get lucky?"

I didn't bother answering, my embarassment had me tongue tied. He pushed me
onto the hood so I was actually sprawled onto it. I groaned because my
leaking cock was caught between the hood and my stomach. I felt him pull my
buttcheeks apart and a wet finger probing my hole. I gasped as he shoved it
in all the way to the knuckle.

"I won't be able to take your cock, you're too big," I said.

"You've had your chances to leave. And even now, I bet you don't want to
go, do you?" he asked.

He was right. I was scared shitless of that monster cock tearing up my
asshole, but at the same time thought of the pleasure, the red hot
orgasm. So, I didn't move as he fingered my hole, preparing me. He added
another finger and the pain made me whimper. He stretched and proded until
he must have felt that I was ready. He removed his fingers and then started
to lick my asshole like a mad man. It felt amazing! After my hole was
dripping with his saliva, he stood up and aimed his weapon at my awaiting
boy chute.

He thrusted forward, his cock pushing itself half way into my ass. I
screamed. The pain was intolerable and a started to shake. His reassuring
hands touched my back, slipped under my t-shirt and started to rub my
back. I started to calm down, yet the pain was still there. After a few
minutes he started to push in again, but gentler this time. The pain
rekindled and a let out a low groan of pain. That didn't stop him. He kept
pushing and pushing until I felt his wiry pubes tickling my ass. There were
tears in my eyes and my breath was ragged, but I felt a sense of
accomplishment, taking that giant into my ass and surviving!

He slowly started to pull out, and for whatever reason, that hurt just as
much as him going in. He withdrew until only the head was in my love tunnel
and then he slowly laid it back into me. I groaned again, the pain racking
my body. He repeated this five or six times before the pain started to
dissipate. By the tenth time he was pushing in, the pain was gone, yet I
knew it would come back when he started to go faster.

"I'm fine, you can give it to me now!" I said.

"Thank God," he grunted.

Man, he is a rough fucker. The gentle strokes were gone and he was using my
for all I was worth. He would pull out except for the head like before and
than slam in with strength I didn't know he had. He did this over and over
and the pain came back. My ass was on fire from the pain, yet all I wanted
was to cum and for my police lover to cum. He started angling his thrusts
differently, which he really enjoyed, groaning differently everytime. Then,
he hit something in me that made me yelp out in extreme pleasure! I was
seeing stars!

"That's where your love nut is," he said.

He kept fucking me, but at the same angle as my 'love nut' so he hit it
everytime. I was moaning and groaning, just going crazy from the
pleasure. My eyes were closed and my body seemed to be tensing from the
ecstacy his cock was giving me. His grunts started to get more erratic, and
his pace changed. I knew he was close to cumming. A few more strokes of my
love nut and I was shooting off, all over the hood of his car. My asshole
tightened on his prick and he swore loudly than roared as I felt his warm
man juice fill me up. He collapsed on top of me, our brreathing laboured
and panting.

After a few moments, he slid out of my hole and his cum started to leak out
of me. He went and started to get dressed. I slid off of the hood. I had
done quite a number on the car. The hood was splattered with my cum! I
grabbed my clothes, but my cop lover told me to stop. He made me bend over
and he licked and sucked all of his cum out of my hole until I was
completely clean. Then we kissed, and I tasted my ass and his cum on his
lips. He then went over to his car and licked off all my cum. He finished
getting dressed and so did I. I told him where I lived and that a visit
from the cops wouldn't be so bad. He laughed and said that next time he
would bring his partner. We parted ways and I got back in my car to make
the trip home.

*Okay, I think that this wasn't that bad of a story.