Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2007 15:59:57 -0700 From: Wade Wright <wadewrightaz@yahoo.com> Subject: Chpt. One "One Hot Cop" Officer Greg, One Hot Cop Chapter One: It Died and it Won't Start! By: Wade Wright "Hey man, what's going on here?" Greg Hudson, --`Officer Greg Hudson' -- asked, as he pulled up beside a disabled older Chevy sedan and its very, very frustrated driver. "Oh this damn thing!" Shawn replied as he looked over at the Highway officer and said, "Shit man! I've had this thing into the shop about three times trying to find out what in the hell is wrong with it, and they can't find a damn thing wrong with it, and now it's doing it again!" "Well what happened?" Officer Hudson asked. "Did it just die on you here at the stop sign?" "Yeah, it did. I stopped here and all of a sudden it died and it won't start. The garage told me that they really can't do anything to it until they can get to it when it's acting up, and of course, I'm never at the garage when it happens." "How long you been here?" The officer inquired. "Oh shit, ---probably about half an hour! I've tried everything with it trying to get it to run again, and it just will not! I don't know what in the hell I am gonna do now! Crap man, --- miles and miles from home and this does it again! What in the hell am I going to do?" Shawn said in much more frustration than as a question. As Officer Greg Hudson leaned up against the side of Shawn's car, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself and continued. "Well, I sure can't do too much to the car for you, but if you can decide what you need to do, I'll be more than glad to help you out, however I can. What do you want to do?" Shawn introduced himself to Officer Hudson, and after some real frustrations, finally decided that if there was some repair shop someplace close by that Office Hudson could recommend, then he thought maybe he needed to have `em come out and tow it in, and see what they could do to it. "Shit man, I knew I should have dumped this old thing before heading out for Denver, but since it hasn't done this for awhile, I thought it'd be OK. Damn it, why in the hell didn't I get rid of this pile of shit?!" "Well Shawn," Office Hudson consoled. "Look at it this way. At least you don't have a car full of kids with you giving you additional problems. Things could be worse, man. If I broke down, I'd have three kids and my wife all hot, hungry and all needing to go to the bathroom all at once." Looking over at the officer and putting a big grin on his face, Shawn replied, "Hell yeah man! Since I'm not married and don't have any kids, it would be a big fucking problem if I had a car full of kids! That is for damn sure!" "Oh I'm sorry!" Office Hudson replied. "I guess I rather assumed that was a wedding ring you had on. So, anyway, I sure didn't mean to get you all married off without you knowing it!" Shawn kind of looked down at his hand and then rather attempted to explain, "Well, yeah you are kind of right. That's a partnership ring. Guess maybe I am married, just not to a woman. Understand?" "Oh Shawn, I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude in your personal life! Yeah, I understand!" "Thanks!" Shawn replied with somewhat of a depressed sound in his voice. "So what do you suggest? Any dependable repair shops around that I could call? Damn this pisses me off!" "Yeah, Shawn. Springerhill is right down this road about 7 or 8 miles and I know those guys and you can trust them. Want me to get them on my cell phone and see if they can come out here and try to see what they can do?" "Yeah Officer, I guess so! I really don't know what else I can do. I'm just pissed at myself right now. Damn it man, I kept telling Rog that I needed to dump this thing, but then it quit doing this, so I trusted it too much! Yeah, do you mind calling them and seeing if they can help me?" Greg got his personal cell phone out of his cruiser, slowly walked around to the front of his cruiser and made a call to J&G's Garage. He had a short conversation, which Shawn could not hear, he then hung up, and came back to the side of the car and turned to Shawn. "Hey Shawn, here's the deal. Jay is headed out this way. He's bringing the tow truck just in case he needs it, but he is going to try and get you running without towing you in. He'll be here in about 15 or 20 minutes, and I need to get going, so I told him to let me know what happens. He knows my phone number and he's going to give me a call and fill me in on if he has to tow you in or not! OK?" "Yeah thanks a lot! I really do appreciate it Sir! Thanks a lot!" "Oh Shawn you're welcome, but don't call me Sir! I appreciate it, and I like it, but when a guy like you does that, I kind of start loosing it, so just call me Greg, ---OK?" As Office Hudson got into his cruiser and started the engine, Shawn said, "Yeah, OK. Thanks though, ---thanks for the help Sir, I mean Greg! Thanks a lot!" "Hey Shawn, I'm sure I'll be talking to you again. Jay'll take good care of you. He should be here real soon, OK?" "Yeah thanks again!" Shawn yelled as he waved "Bye" to the officer as he pulled away! Shawn stepped back against the side of his car, leaned on the front fender and pondered the statement of why Office Hudson did not want Shawn to call him "Sir". Don't call me Sir! I appreciate it, and I like it, but when a guy like you does that, I kind of start loosing it, so just call me Greg, OK? That statement really made Shawn very confused. "Shit man!" Shawn told himself. "Crap I wish his statement of, --when a guy like you, does that, I kind of start loosing it,--meant that he liked to be called `Sir' or even maybe `Daddy' by a guy like me. Oh shit man! Hell, he knows I'm gay! I told him about Rog! Suppose he was kind of hitting up on me? Suppose he was trying to tell me something? Oh shit man,---forget it! He is too hot of a looking cop to be playing around with someone like me. Besides he mentioned his wife and kids. Shawn, drop your wishing! The guy was just being nice. Looking damn good in those ass tight, patrol officer pants that hugs every moving muscle in his body, but he's just being nice. Every hot looking guy is not trying to get in your pants, or get you into his pants. Especially an officer of the law! Hot looking guys, right, but that sure don't mean they all want to play around with some other guy! Sure as hell wish it did, but it don't so forget it!" Just as Shawn was attempting to quit wishing and hoping that Greg was trying to hit up on him, he saw a tow truck approaching and then pulling in, off of the side of the roadway, behind his car. Jay got out of the truck, introduced himself to Shawn, as Shawn did in return. For about ten or fifteen minutes Jay had his head stuck under the hood of Shawn's car, all in feeble attempts of getting it to start. Finally with both hands resting on the raised hood of the car, and his head hung down, Jay finally told Shawn that he was not going to be able to get it started out there in the country, he needed to get it into the garage when he could get it up on the hoist and where he had better tools. After getting the car hooked up to the tow truck, Jay and Shawn climbed into the cab of the truck and headed for the garage. The two men exchanged some small talk on the drive into town, but Shawn certainly did find the part about Officer Hudson being the most interesting. Jay did seem to be very interested in finding out exactly what Greg and Shawn had talked about while they were together. Jay asked some rather unusual questions as far as Shawn was concerned. Jay had asked if he and Greg had ever met before, or did Greg just happen to be coming down that road and find Shawn stranded there. Jay had asked if Greg had perhaps made any mention about another guy that not too long ago also had some car troubles and was rather forced to stay in town over night until they could get a car part. Jay also asked if he was traveling by himself or was there anybody else someplace that needed to be called or picked up someplace. Shawn did notice that more than just once Jay had made some pretty strong comments about how nice of a guy Greg was and how he always appreciated having him around, whenever possible. About the only comment that Shawn exchanged about Officer Hudson was what he thought was the rather strange comment and request about not calling him "Sir". He did tell Jay that Office Hudson had made a comment that being called "Sir" made him rather start loosing it, and he certainly did not quite understand that. Jay simply looked over at Shawn, ginned, and continued the confusion in Shawn's mind with a comment of, "Well Shawn, I certainly can understand Greg and that comment. Don't worry about it!" The two men arrived at the garage and after getting the car un-hooked from the tow truck, Jay introduced Shawn to his company partner George. After hand pushing Shawn's car into the service bay, George left the auto that he had been working on, and he and Jay attacked Shawn's car as a team. Shawn found some magazines to browse through and a coke machine where he retrieved a good cold drink from. About 45 minutes later, Jay finally came into the waiting room, and said, "OK, formal announcement! You are here till tomorrow! Your fuel pump is shot! It is dead! I can understand why the other guys couldn't figure it out for you, but it finally took it's last breath. We thought a couple of times that we had it fixed too, then it went bonkers again. It finally did the death kick. We've got to get you a rebuilt pump from Denver and the quickest it can be here is by about 10 am tomorrow. What kind of problems is that going to be for you?" "Oh shit! Crap! Hell, I was supposed to be in Denver tonight myself! Crap! Well, I guess I need to find someplace to sleep for the night and then leave whenever you guys can have it ready! Crap! Got any hotels or motels in this town?" "Yeah we do, but let me call Greg first to see if he can do anything for you before you take off for the hotel, OK?" "Well yeah, I guess!" Shawn answered with a major question in his voice. He had no idea at all why Greg should be involved, other than he had told Jay to call him and tell him how everything was going. Jay dialed the phone, without looking up a number, and talked to Greg. He told Greg about the fuel pump and how Shawn was going to need to stay in town over night. After a lot of Yeahs, a lot of OK's and a lot of Uh-huhs, Jay said one final OK and then hung up the phone. "Greg's on his way over here. Said he's got a place for you to stay at tonight." With total confusion, Shawn tried to find out just why Officer Hudson would be so interested in what was happening, but he really did not get any good answers from Jay nor George. Finally he decided to just kind of kick back and wait for Officer Hudson to show up and then find out just what was happening. Shawn pondered the very confusing statement, "He's got a place for you to stay tonight! What in the hell does he mean by that? What, is he going to take me home to his house and let me sleep there? He's got a family to worry about and hell he don't know me! This is too damn confusing!" Only about 25 minutes later, Office Hudson drove into the garage drive, got out of his car, approached Shawn and said, "Hey Shawn, Jay said you'll have to stay in town till they get the fuel pump tomorrow, right?" Shawn looked at the officer and just replied, "Yeah." "Hey Shawn, let's you and me take a little walk over here and have a little talk, OK?" Shawn looked at the officer and remaining in a complete state of confusion, he agree to the walk and talk. Why, he certainly did not know, but none the less Officer Hudson wanted to, so he had no great reason to refuse. The two men, one a hunky hot looking Highway Patrol officer, and one a poor traveler with a broken down car, started a slow walk over toward a field area that was away from other buildings and other people. The site of the two men walking together would have been a great photo shoot for any men's ad, for any man's product. One man, the Highway Patrol Officer was a man of about age 35 or 36, standing 6 foot one or two, sporting a chest of about 50" and a waist of only about 34, weighing a very stout and strong armed weight room body of about 210 pounds, and of course supporting the very familiar standard mirrored sunglasses that can make even the slightest of officer look hot as hell. His companion, a younger man of about 25 or 26 years old, a slightly smaller body weighing in at about 180 pounds, but none the less hot as hell looking himself, with a chest of about 44 inches and a waist of only about 31 or 32 inches. His five foot eleven structure was supported with long legs to die for, dressed in skin hugging 501's, that damn near looked painted on. Especially in the bulging crotch area! Obviously the officer was dressed in his damn hot looking, skin and muscle hugging patrol stretch pants and shirt, and of course the arms were pushing the limits on the strength of the shirt material surrounding those biceps, especially every time Office Hudson so much as folded his arm up even so little! Shawn pondered, "Just how in the hell did that fabric keep from ripping every time it got stretched so much by those arms?" Shawn looked just as hot! As hot as a truly hot looking well structured man can look, to a woman, or a gay guy, and even to those guys that are not gay, but still admire and secretly drool over the sight of a male body that they envy and admire, but in a much more civilian way. He had on a simple white nipple hugging sleeveless T-shirt, and a pair of 501's that most individuals would swear had to have been specially cut for him. Not one square inch of fabric in those 501's missed touching some hotter than hell part of his crotch, ass, or down the full length of his long legs. The front of those 501's simply had to have had some extra fabric added, just in the right spot, to support the extra dimension that stood out a little farther then the rest of the jeans, and of course did extend down the right leg for a very pleasant viewing experience. A very drooling viewing experience! "Shawn, I've got a deal for you, if you are interested!" Officer Greg said to Shawn as they walked away from the garage area. "A deal? What kind of a deal? What do you mean?" "Shawn, I didn't need to stop our there on the highway when I saw you standing there beside your car. I was on patrol, not service duty. I could have simply driven by, you know?" Shawn looked over toward Officer Greg and just replied with a "Yeah." Officer Greg looked over toward Shawn, then very animatedly looked down at Shawn's crotch in such a fashion that Shawn simply could not misunderstand what the officer had just done! He made a major event out of removing his sun glasses and looking down at Shawn's big, lusty, bulge. He wanted Shawn to know that he was not "kind of looking" but was rather admiring it to its fullest, and from the length of it showing through those 501's, to its greatest extent! Shawn looked down at his own crotch for just a second, then very quickly looked over at the officer and without saying anything, put a complete look of question on his face. He thought he liked what was happening, but he was completely confused and had to admit it! Shawn, I'm married, to a woman, but I'm horny for guys all of the time. Shawn I go for guys just as often as I can, and when I saw you today, even before I saw that big crotch of yours standing out there, I knew I had to have you. I saw those damned tight 501's hugging your ass and I got all hot! Now, all I can do is hope that you will let me play with you. When I stopped at your car, I was, of course, hoping you were a gay guy, like I do every time I see some hot guy, but I didn't know for sure until I mentioned my wife and kids, and then you mentioned your man Rog. Right then I secretly said, Thank you God, Thanks! Shawn, my wife doesn't know that I play with guys, so I always have to find some way, whenever possible to make it happen, and right now I'm really begging you to say that you will. Shawn, I'll put you up, and pay for a motel room for you for the night, if you'll agree to let me come over a little later and let me fuck you. I love to fuck a guy's good tight ass, and from what I can already see, I really, really, want that one! That ass looks so damn good to me. Those Levi's are hugging that ass, and I wanna do some hugging on it too! What do you say? Interested? I'll get you a good room down at the lake resort if you'll let me come over and fuck you! I really want to use your ass for some good hot fucking! Man, I need that ass! I relly do! OK?" "God Officer, ---shit, I never expected anything like this to happen! Sir, I mean, Greg, --oh now I understand! Yeah ---earlier you asked me to not call you Sir! You told me that kind of made you start loosing it when someone called you that! Now I understand! You like to be called Sir when you are having gay sex, right? That's why calling you Sir was getting you all shook up, isn't it?" "Yeah Shawn, yeah! Shawn, I like to have some good strong active male sex and I really get turned on when my man keeps calling me Sir. Shawn, please do tell me that you will agree to this. Shawn, I really do want to fuck you badly. I want to fuck your ass! Can I?" "Yeah, hell yes! Any hot looking cop that looks like you do and are as horny for some guy's ass as you must be, of course you can! Hell yes! I don't usually get fucked, ---I'm usually the fucker but hey, switching things around once in awhile can be OK. Hell yeah! Yeah, you can fuck me!" Shawn then quickly looked around to make sure nobody was within eyesight of them, and after verifying that they were quite well hidden among the trees, he reached over and took hold of Greg's crotch. "Oh shit man! Hell yes man! Of course you can fuck me with that damn thing! Shit Greg, how damn big is that?" Shawn asked as he grabbed and then squeezed on Greg's crotch. "It's big enough to make most of my bottom boys happy, and if you don't usually get fucked, man I'm really looking forward to putting it up in your ass, then! Shawn, it is big enough that if your ass hasn't been opened up lately, we will need to take it kind of slow until we get you opened up. OK? Still game?" "Fuck, shit yes I am!" Shawn excitedly exploded. "Greg, what's the deal? When? Where? Greg, how soon can we do it? My God man, I had no idea you were hiding so damn much in there. How in the hell do you keep that thing from showing in your uniform pants? My God Greg, you feel like you are really hung! Shit yes I want that damn thing pushed up in my ass! I guess maybe after I get to my room, I'd better start pulling my ass open with my fingers or sit on a bed post or something so I can try and get my ass opened up some, so I can get that damn thing up in me! Shit Greg, how soon? Oh God Greg! I wannna strip my pants off of myself right here and now and let you push that damn thing up in me! Like I said, I don't usually get fucked, but man, I'm fucking ready for that thing right here and now! Shit man! God it feels so good! Yeah man, ---I want that up in my ass! Hell yes I do!" "Hey Shawn, let's go back to the garage and get the car and then I'll take you over and get you a room. I'll be off duty right about 8:00 and so I should be back to your room by about 8:30 or so. I'll make some excuse of why I've got to be gone from the house for the night, and maybe if things go right, I might be able to stay the whole night if you want." "Fuck man! From what I've felt in there, the whole night might not be long enough. Shit man, it might take me half of the night to just get it up in me! Hey, Greg, what do we tell the guys at the garage. Won't they wonder just what in the hell is going on? How do we explain this to them?" "Hey Shawn, we don't need to do any explaining at all. Jay and George have known about my guy fucking for years now, and although they sure are not part of it, they kind of help me out by helping me get things set up once in awhile. When I called them from out in the country, I told Jay that I was kind of hoping maybe you were a possible hit and so he knew from the beginning that I wanted you if possible! Jay and George have always kind of found it exciting to try and help me get a guy whenever possible, so they have no problem with it. I tried to get them to do something with me once, but other than sucking Jay off once, we've never done anything else together. I saw George really look at my dick once when I was taking a piss out in the woods once, and I asked him if he wanted it, be he said, Hell No! I really did think he was maybe thinking about it, but he never agreed to anything, so I quit trying! That's OK, I guess. At least they help me get stuff set up when every possible, and I appreciate that! I kind of think they feel like they are doing some "no, no" stuff and it kind of gives them a hit to help me out when I'm being a bad guy!" Realizing that they were well hidden from view, Shawn continued to feel the big dick that he knew would soon be going up in his ass, and Greg had both hands wrapped around Shawn's waist and was giving Shawn's tight ass a good warm-up massage, even though he could not slide his fingers up, in between those cheek muscles, --just yet. "Oh Shawn, that ass of yours feels like it is going to be one hot bucket of honey to slide my rod up into. Damn man, your ass feels solid. Solid and tight! Damn, I'm getting really, really damn anxious!" "Greg, I'm still kind of confused about Jay and George. Are they married guys? Do they have families? They just kind of help their buddy get together with guys, even though they are straight guys?" "Yeah! Shawn, let's face it. I gave them some business by suggesting you bring your car in here, didn't I? So, it's kind of a trade off. Of course most of the business I send them aren't gay guys, but the once in awhile, is still a good pay back for them to help me. They of course know I'm a married daddy, and they know I have to be real careful in finding and getting some guy that I can stick my dick up in, so I trust them, and we have a good friendship. Whenever it works out for me, they always congratulate me! They always act like they are happy it worked out." Shawn and Greg took advantage of their rather hidden wooded spot and enjoyed the feel of each other and those areas of another person's body that most individuals do not usually get to fell and rub, ----when things are on the rather more 'normal' standard. As they enjoyed the more masculine parts of each other's bodies, Shawn did tell Greg about the conversation that he and Jay had shared on their drive back to the garage. Greg did admit that Jay was then attempting to find out any information about Shawn's possible agreement or possible disagreement of this type of a situation. He informed Greg before Greg got to the garage that he felt that Shawn was definitely a good possible subject for Greg, and that he didn't think Greg had any reason to shy away from just out and out asking Shawn for a chance to get in his ass. Greg explained that was why he made the approach so straight forward and quickly as soon as he got back to the garage. Jay had pretty well checked out Shawn's attitude and he had told Greg he thought Shawn would definitely be a good grab. Greg then slapped Shawn on the ass a couple of good wacks and added, "And from what I can feel through those tight 501's, I think you are definitely going to be one hell of a good grab!" "So does this really mean that my car doesn't really need to be here over night? Is that part of the ploy for you to get in my butt?" "No, no!" Greg quickly answered. "No we don't do that! No, Jay said you really do need a fuel pump, and he can't get it till tomorrow. No, if they could have gotten your car ready today, they would have. If that had been the situation, then I would have just had to tell you that I wanted to play with you and just see what you would have said. I would have just prayed that you were real horny for some good ass play, but hey, as far as I'm concerned, you having to stay here over night really is a hell of a lot better. Well, for me anyway!" "Yeah---for me too from what I've been feeling and rubbing on here! Man, this has made my ass hungry, real hungry! Puts me a little behind schedule from what I had planned, but shit man, getting to play with that damn big thing, it'll be worth it! You like to get it sucked on too? Will I get to suck on it, too? You gonna ram it down my throat?" Greg looked over at Shawn, smiled, and then just said, "Tonight, tonight youw'll find out! OK? Tonight!" Officer Greg and Shawn finally let loose of each other and returned back to the garage. Greg told Jay and George that he "needed to take Shawn over to the resort and get him a room for the night", and after some rather goofing around type of laughter, Shawn grabbed an overnight bag out of his car and he and Greg headed out for the resort. As they drove away from the garage, Greg did comment on how Jay and George were definitely in step with the success of their little "walk and talk", and did explain to Shawn that what they referred to as the "resort", was not actually on the true standard of a classy resort, but rather a cluster of small shops and motel rooms that were over along the old highway. Business had passed them by when the new highway went in, and every item of business was a very welcome bite to each proprietor. "Greg, won't they wonder about you bringing some guy here and getting him a room? Do these people know you?" "Hey don't worry Shawn. Once again, any business that comes in, is welcome business. They know they are not in any position to ask any questions. I always just tell them that whoever I have with me was stranded and I was just helping them out till they can get out of town the next day. Besides, they just know me as an Officer and they don't know anything else about me. See, I live over in Bellmount. Only time I'm over here is for my occasions when I need to help some guy out, if you get my gist! I'm sure they have more gals bring some guys in here for some rather short visits, than they do have me bring guys by, so I'm sure that if they do have any idea, they just keep it to themselves. But damn it, they did have one hot desk clerk here for a few months that I was always hoping would say something to me about what I was up to. Damn, I really wanted that ass! I almost suggested that he and I try out one of the rooms, but then thought I'd get a better chance sometime! But, never did! Damn it! Wish I knew where he went to!" Greg pointed out a restaurant that was rather close to the motel and he suggested that Shawn might wish visit it to grab some supper in, and he then pulled into the motel property and went inside of the office. He returned to the car, and then moved it to the end unit. As he parked the car, he looked at Shawn and said, "I always want an end room just incase there happens to be any yelling or screaming going on during the night. This motel is never full enough to have somebody in the room beside you, so the end rooms are always a guarantee of solitude. Works out pretty well! Especially did one particular night about a year ago! Damn I'm glad we had an end room that night!" Greg quickly made that statement and then immediately got out of the cruiser before Shawn had any time to react or ask questions. As Shawn got out of his side of the car, he looked at Greg with somewhat of a quizzed look on his face, then changed it into a big grin, letting Greg know that whatever he had been referring to, it was really quite OK with him. Both men approached the motel room door, and as Greg opened it with the room key which he still had in his pocket, he looked at Shawn, extended his hand for Shawn to enter the room, and said, "Hey sweet young little tight ass, ---enter our playroom!" Shawn grinned and as he walked past Greg, he very sneakingly let his hand reach out and quickly grab his officer playmate's crotch. "Yes Sir, yes Sir!" He replied as he stepped past and gained a very quick handful of the officer's rod. "Hey tight little ass, ---I really do need to get back on duty, but I'll be here about 8:30 and you be ready for getting one hot juicy stiff dick put up in that ass of yours. OK? It's going to be a good stiff police baton, but it sure ain't gonna to be the one that I hang on my belt loop! I'm real ass fucking horny and I haven't had any guy's tight little ass for about three weeks now, so you better make sure your ass is good and ready. You're gonna be my boy tonight, and I'm gonna be your Sir!"