Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 19:46:39 EST
From: Salsatronic@aol.com
Subject: Officer Nguyen

This story is about two consenting, interracial, male adults engaged in a
sexual situation.  Similarity to any persons is purely coincidental, and
this story should be only considered as fantasy (hopefully good fantasy.)

Always play safe!  If you are offended by the idea of an Asian men having
sex with a African American men, please read something more fitting to your
taste - Please enjoy my story otherwise, and drop me a line.

Domingo - Salsatronic@aol.com

OFFICER NGUYEN

	I hate being late.  It was about 2 PM on a Friday, and I was trying
to beat traffic and make sure I got home before it got ugly on the freeway.
There's nothing worse than being stuck on I-5 in late summer traffic in a
suit.  I tried to take a few back streets to make better time.  In my
urgency, I don't think I was paying any attention to my speed, and found
myself in a quiet residential area with red and blue lights flashing in my
review mirror.  I knew I would be here for a bit, since it was a nice car
in a residential area and me being black.  It didn't matter that I was
college educated or worked at the University; you still get funny looks and
double takes in this day and age.  I braced myself for the worst.
	The car behind me sat for several minuets before the door opened
and the officer stepped out.  His uniform was blue and gray, and wore a hat
like a drill sergeant.  He was wearing dark mirrored glasses, but I could
tell he was Asian.  I already had my papers out and the window rolled down.
He leaned in and I could smell aftershave
	"License and registration please."
	I gave them to him and waited patiently.  I figured that this
wouldn't be as difficult as I thought it would be.  As he looked over the
papers and ID, I tried to stare forward, but felt a little nervous with my
drivers' window basically framing this guys' crotch.  I casually glanced
over and was surprised that he had a pretty nice basket, but turned forward
quickly, afraid of being found out.
	"Mr. Johnson, do you have any idea why I pulled you over today?" He
said, still standing straight up and mulling over my paperwork. His accent
was thick and his voice was stern
	I peered up at his badge, making my best attempt "I'm not sure
Officer Na-guy-in, but I may have been going a little fast back there."
	"It's Nguyen, pronounced like Win."  He said with a
glare. "Mr. Johnson, you were going about 43 in a 35 mile per hour zone.
In a residential area, that's a problem.  You do understand what I'm saying
to you?
	"Yes sir" I said, trying to sound as apologetic as I could.  I knew
I screwed up, but also hoped I could get a warning.  He leaned in and
looked around the front seat and then over my shoulder.  He pulled the
sunglasses down a little to get a good look, and then stood back up.
	"If you could stay here for a moment, I'll be right back
Mr. Johnson."
	He walked back to his car, lights still flashing.  I wondered what
the issue was and looked in the back seat.  One of the staff gave me a
calendar with black and white pictures of men in "artistic poses".  When I
got home I planned on finding a nice place to hang it and try to pass it
off as art.  I checked to be sure I hadn't left it out in plain view.  It
was still tucked into the book bag, but the bag was tipped and the deep
cleft of a bubbled ass peeked out, neatly wrapped in plastic.  I reached
back and tucked it back in, trying not to be terribly obvious.  Hands on
the wheel, I sighed and let my head fall back on the headrest.  Now I will
probably have to deal with that as well.  I thought of a thousand excuses,
very sure he would ask why I had pictures of naked men in my car.  As I
thought of the most possible answers, I heard his car door slam shut and
his leather boots on the gravel.  I sat up.
	"Mr. Johnson, everything checks out.  I am a little concerned
though, since I feel the real reason for the infraction is that you may
have some trouble with your speedometer.  When was the last time you had it
checked?"
	I looked dumfounded.  I knew I had sped, but now he was asking
about a possible malfunction in my car.  "I couldn't really tell you sir,
I've had this car for some time"
	"I think that we can work something out.  There's an on ramp just
up the way.  I want you to follow me at an even pace.  I'll go the speed
limit and when we exit, just follow me and tell me what your speedometer
said.  We'll try it at Highway speed and then residential."
	"Are you sure about this sir?  I could just take it to a shop."
	He looked down into the car with a serious look on his face, hands
on his hips, reached up and tilted his glasses down so he could stare right
at me, and asked "You do want to get out of this ticket, don't you
Mr. Johnson?"
	I carefully followed his car to the off ramp, checking my speed
every step of the way and verifying that the speed was correct.  It was.
On the Highway, we kept up an even pace and I kept track, knowing that this
would be correct as well.  I wondered if this would be a good thing or a
bad thing.  I've heard that bad cops can kick your ass if you are gay, and
so I would go along until I was certain I was in the clear.  I figured
playing dumb would be the best.
	We exited on a ramp heading into an industrial area.  Most of the
warehouses were full, and forklifts buzzed around like flies.  I followed
him closely, making sure to hit the signal every time.  No sense getting a
ticket for that too.  We passed all the activity and eventually ended up in
an area that was deserted.  The gravel and pavement was shot and dirt and
mud puddles showed through in spots.  The windows of the warehouse were
dirty, and it looked like it had been vacant for some time.  He got out and
waved me in to park in front of him again.  I rolled the window down and he
came over to poke his head in.
	"So, we should have sped up to 35, then 55, and back down to 35
again.  Is that correct?"
	Not sure what to answer, I agreed.  He stood up again and stared
around at the warehouse, hands on his hips again.  His crotch was distended
and the bulge seemed to be more like a twisty roll than a lump.  I quickly
thought to myself that I finally figured this guy out.
	"Hmm, maybe the problem is under the hood.  Could you please step
out of the car Mr. Johnson?  Please open the hood."
	I did as he said and got out.  We were about the same height, and
he seemed even more imposing face to face as he was when I was sitting.
Soon we were both peering under the hood, as he wiggled wires and flashed
his flashlight in towards the back.
	"I think I see the problem sir, if you would take the flashlight
and look back there, I think that you will see the loose wiring"
	I knew there would be no "loose wiring,' But my dick was throbbing
and wet, and my boxers weren't hiding it.  I could feel the damp spot as I
straightened my slack before bending in to look.  I had no idea what I was
looking at and muttered something about not being sure what he meant.  With
that, he put his hand on the flashlight and moved in behind me, pressing
his crotch against my ass.  I jumped and lost my balance, but he grabbed me
around my chest and caught me.
	"You ok there?" he said with a grin. I nodded.  "You're pretty
built.  I'll bet you're thick all over."  His hand reached down and stroked
the length of my dick before he gave it a firm squeeze.  "I'll bet you like
this."
	"Fuck yeah, stroke it." I growled, grinding my hips against his
ass.  Suddenly I found myself shoved off balance, and grabbed the car frame
to keep from falling over.
	"Mr. Johnson, I don't recall telling you to participate.  Stand up
sir, and close the hood."
	I stood up and figured that either the ride was over and I was
still going to get the ticket, or I would have to deal with some Uniform
type that gets off on being in charge.  My cock shrank down and I stood
there with a dirty look on my face.  I was tempted to tell him off.
	"So what's your game?  I did what you wanted.  Just give me the
ticket and let me get out of here."  He stood very serious at first, hands
on hips again, but suddenly broke out laughing.  He walked right up to me
and grabbed my shirt, pulling my mouth to his and digging at my tongue with
his.  The breath from my nostrils fogged up his glasses, and I stood
perfectly still until I could be sure that he wanted me to join in.  He had
taken off his holster, and left on his belt, club and cuffs.  His hands
seemed to grip and twist everything, and I'm sure that I winced several
times.  He finally tugged at my zipper, and I stopped him.  "Not here.  I
don't want to be caught."  He smirked and tipped his head a little.  "By
who?  The cops?" and finally looked over my shoulder, down the gravel road.
In the distance you could still hear the forklifts and trucks.  "Ok then,
come on."  We went around to the back of the building and he took a key out
of his pocket.  The lock on the door popped open and he pushed the door up.
We went in and he pulled it shut. The air inside was warm and still, warmed
from the afternoon sun.  "This is an old storage warehouse for the
department." He said as we strolled into the center of the empty space.  It
was completely open except for a few shelving units towards the back.  The
only lighting came from the large pane windows along the top of the walls.
Our steps and voices echoed as he led me to the middle of the warehouse.
He pulled me in close to him again, and kissed me hard.  This time he
forced his way into my slacks, slipping the belt out to reach my ass and
cock.  We struggled for a moment before he finally pulled me down to the
cold concrete floor.  "You'll get dirty." I muttered, not even taking into
consideration that I was still wearing my suit from work.  "Called in
already, told them I'm checking out a warehouse and would call if I needed
anything.  Don't worry." He said, yanking my shirt out of my pants and
unbuttoning it up to the tie.  He dived in and sucked my tits hard,
pinching them in between his teeth and running his tongue over the swollen
nub. I pulled off my jacket and tossed it aside, and yanked off my tie.
His hat had already fallen to the floor, and I ran my hands through his
tight military cut.  He licked my chest and under my arms, still pulling at
my nipples.  His tongue made its way up my neck and to my mouth while I
fumbled with buttons. He finally grabbed his shirt and yanked, pulling
loose the snaps I was trying to "unbutton."  The tie was tossed aside and
we stood up to pull the rest of our clothes off.  I stared over at the
boots and looked back over at him. "Seems a shame to have them here and not
use them."  He grinned and put his socks and boots on.  He grabbed up his
belt and hat, and put them on facing away from me.  I kneeled down and
watched his smooth, hairless ass, thinking about sucking and licking his
sweet pucker.  He finally turned back to me, wearing the hat, glasses,
boots and belt.  The black stick swung lewdly next to his cock, slapping
his thigh as he walked.  Every step echoed loudly like a drum on the floor.
I was still on the floor and seemed transfixed on his bouncing cock and
"uniform."  He was uncut and it turned slightly to the floor, wider in the
middle and tapered at the base and head.  He took the Nightstick from the
belt and gripped it behind my head, pulling my face into his crotch.  I
opened my mouth, looked up at my reflection in his glasses, and sucked it
in deep.  Sucking and groans reverberated against the walls and cold
floor. He pumped my mouth, pulling out slowly to hear the wet sucking
noise.  I would open my mouth to take him in, and saliva ran down his cock
and balls, dripping on the floor.  I whimpered loudly, positioned on my
hands and knees, bobbing madly and drooling spit and precum out onto the
floor.  He bucked hard, matching me stroke for stroke, bouncing off my
face.  I finally fell back and gasped for air.  He just grinned, his wet
dick dripping from the last of my spit.  He straddled my chest, walked up
to my head and turned around.  Laying the Nightstick across his knees, he
lowered his ass to my face.  I reached up to balance him and pulled his
hole close.  Licking and digging, I drenched his hole and balls.  I could
feel the gripping of his ass hole and pushed with my tongue again.  A loud
groan rattled the warehouse and I reached up to jack his dick while I
tongue fucked him.  He pushed and shoved madly, dropping the Nightstick and
falling forward.  I bucked up my hips and soon his mouth was stretched
around my cock.  He jacked and sucked, gagged and pumped as I gripped his
ass cheeks and licked him raw.  I figured he was ready for more, and was
pleased when he jumped a little when my center finger sank in to his pink
hole.  He kept sucking, grunting loud as I kept pumping his hole and
spitting on my finger.  I wanted this now, more than I had ever wanted
anything. I slid out from under him and pulled his ass into the air.  His
hat was off again, and he rested his head on the cold concrete floor, arms
tucked under him, jacking his dick.  "Just put it in.  Don't stop, just
shove it in."  I looked down at his ass and grabbed my jacket to get some
lube and a rubber.  I dumped the slimy stuff on his ass, and more into his
hole while I fingered him.  I really didn't want to hurt him, and I wanted
him to enjoy the ride.  I put the head to the hole, and then did what he
said.  I pushed hard and kept shoving, all through the cursing, yelling and
screaming.  He shook violently under me, and I hesitated to pull back out,
but dumped more lube around my cock and pulled.  I could hear what sounded
like a sob and I pushed again, to be met with a growl, while he pushed back
to meet me.  I stroked again and eventually he was bucking back, taking
every inch of what I had to offer.  He yelled and cursed, twisting his body
and clawing at my thighs.  I grabbed his hips harder and pounded with the
slapping sounds nearly drowning out his voice.  He flipped on his side,
with my cock still up his ass, and eventually made it to his back.  I
pressed my palms into the back of his thighs, opening him up and laying his
chest and cock bare.  I pumped slowly, long, hard and deliberately.  His
face was bewildered and he jerked at his cock in a state of wild bliss.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!"  I picked up pace and slammed faster and harder
until he clenched his eyes and shook.  I stopped.  I wasn't done yet and I
didn't want him to finish before me.
	He gasped and shook more, looking up at me with drops of sweat
falling onto the dirty floor.  He lunged up and wrapped his arms around my
neck, kissing me deeply while he was still impaled on my cock. We slid
slickly against each other, tongues wrapping, pushing and digging.  We
rolled to my back and he sat there on top of me, still kissing me and
squeezing his ass.  He pulled up to his haunches and slowly raised his ass.
I watched as my cock pulled at the tight pink ring, and then sunk back into
his gripping ass.  He did this slowly at first, with me holding his legs to
keep his balance, but he began to bounce and grind deeper and harder,
bucking his hips and jacking his dick.  I took hold of the boots at the
ankles and he leaned back so I could see my cock disappear and reappear
into his ass.  His breathing began to become labored, and I knew that it
wouldn't be long at this rate.  He was rubbing the hell out of his
prostate, and I was going nuts listening to him yell and moan.  His ass
started slamming harder, grinding against me as he landed.  The sweat
poured off his body, streaking down his chest and legs.  I couldn't hang on
any more, and grabbed his hips, bucking and pushing.  I yelled out and felt
my balls unload in his ass, pumping and throbbing against his tight grip,
shaking me to the core.  He met my strokes and growled as he finally took
his last hard slam to the base of my cock and let loose.  Thick hot streaks
splashed across my chest and landed on my arm as he stoked his cock harder
and harder, until he rattled hard and collapsed forward onto my chest into
his pungent load.  We lay there, our panting and moans being bounced off
every corner of the warehouse.  I was still in his ass, and I could feel
his grip still tight around the middle of my cock.  He started to grind his
hips a little, shook a little more and then finally let loose.  My cock,
still hard, lay pressed in between us as we kissed.  His load mixed with
our sweat and trailed down my sides to the floor below in little droplets.
Faintly, I could hear low voices outside the door, and suddenly the rolling
door was flung up, startling us both.  As we quickly gathered up our
clothes, I squinted my eyes into the late afternoon sun, unable to make out
the figures.  Looks like I would be getting home later than I thought.

To Be Continued...


Written by David H. / AKA Domingo
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