Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2004 01:48:02 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Cops and Robbers

			     COPS AND ROBBERS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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      "Bang, bang!" yelped Johnny as he and Billy ran through the
house. "Bang, bang, I got you!"
     "No, you didn't, you missed me!" Billy taunted him. "I'm getting away
with the jewels."
     "Not if I can catch you!" Johnny hollered back at him. "Bang, bang,
bang!"
     "Come and get me, copper!" That was Billy's favorite line when they
were playing Cops and Robbers.
     The house was large but they couldn't run in a straight line and the
inevitable happened. As Billy rounded the corner into the dining room,
which had a linoleum flooring on it, his bare feet slid on the slick and
freshly washed surface and he fell down. Which was bad enough but when he
fell, he landed partially back inside the living room and hit the rather
dainty leg of the small table standing there. It held mostly an oversized
lamp and the lamp went falling. Ker-rash!"
     "Uh, oh!" Johnny stopped, holding his toy gun on Billy. "You're under
arrest." he said. "And we'll add breaking that to the charges against you!"
     "Johnny? Johnny, what was that?" came the female voice.
     "Oh, man!" Johnny groaned.
     "Uh, oh!" Billy agreed.
     Johnny's mom came out and saw the white slivers and shards that used
to be her lamp. "Boys! What have I told you about playing in the house?"
     "No running." Johnny said and Billy echoed it; he'd played here
before. "But Mom, we were playing cops and robbers, we didn't go to break
it."
     "I fell down." Billy explained. Both boys were seven years old,
brown-haired, thin and rowdy, with the inexhaustible energy of youth and
lungs like emergency sirens.
     "You wouldn't have fallen down if you hadn't been running."
     "Yes, ma'am." Billy gave up.
     "Now, you two go play in Johnny's room or something. I don't want you
running in the house. It's not going to rain all day."
     It had so far. That was why they had resorted to playing their cops
and robbers game indoors. It was simple enough, one of them would show up
wearing the black mask (Billy even had on a striped shirt today to help him
play robber) and announce that he'd committed a crime, and it was up to the
other to track him down and make him confess. Then the stolen goods could
be returned, usually some toy or such, to its rightful owner.
     Johnny was playing the cop, which made sense as one of presents for
his seventh birthday the week before had been a toy cop's hat and gun with
belt, and a star-shaped badge that said "Police" on it. And one other
thing.
     "All right, you criminal." Johnny said to Billy. "I want you to get up
nice and slow. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
     As Billy did so, Mom started in again. "Johnny, you'd better not lose
the keys to those toy handcuffs. I don't want to have to take one of you in
to a locksmith to get them off."
     "They have a latch, Mom." Johnny said. Darn it, she was ruining their
game! "And I got the keys, don't worry."
     "So get upstairs."
     "Soon as I cuff this perpertater." Johnny said inaccurately and Mom
just snorted. Johnny put the cuffs on, though that took a while. "Come on,
you crook, you." he said. "March! We're taking you to jail."
     As they went up the stairs, Johnny heard his Mom break
up. "Perpertater!" she said, guffawing. Then, in the rapid change of mood
only a mother can manage, she said, "My poor lamp! How will I ever find a
matching one again, and it was just perfect for this room! Boys!"
     "Come on, you robber." Johnny said as Billy made it upstairs. "Goin'
to inturrigate you."
     "I ain't telling where I hid it." Billy said. "Them jewels are all
mine."
     "Oh, really!" Johnny said.
     "Yeah, copper, you can't make me!"
     "I can so!"
     "Can not!"
     "Can so!"
     "Can not!"
     "I will so." Johnny said. "Going to make you talk."
     "I want a lawyer."
     "Well, you can't have one!"
     "Can so!"
     "Can not!"
     "Can so!"
     "Can not!"
     "So...now what?" Their games hadn't ever involved "going to the
station" before, both boys racked their brains for what they'd seen in
movies and on television.
     "I'd better frisk you." Johnny said. "You might have those jewels on
you."
     "Nu-uh!"
     "Uh-huh!"
     "Nu-uh!"
     "Uh-huh! I'm frisking you!"
     "All right."
     All Johnny knew about frisking was that he was supposed to pat the
other guy all over. So he started in on the shoulders, and on the arms,
even on the parts that weren't covered by the t-shirt. Billy just watched
him do it. Then he worked over the chest and back. He was tired of patting,
and there didn't seem to be a lot of sense to it, he began to rub instead,
circular motions on Billy's body, feeling him across his chest and then
onto his stomach.
     "Come on, hurry up." Billy said but his voice was sort of soft, like
he didn't really mean it.
     "I'm hurrying." Johnny said. Onto the shorts now, he felt the lower
abdomen and hit a bump in one pocket. "What's that?"
     "My house key." Billy explained.
     Johnny felt it out. Yeah, it was just a key on a ring. He went over to
the other pocket. Another bit of lumps. "What's this?"
     "My bus tokens." Billy took the city bus from home to school. And to
come see him on Saturdays like now, and his mother would pick him up on her
way home from work. Johnny felt the tokens out, he had four or five of
them.
     "Okay." Johnny's hand went over to the middle and found another lump,
quite a bit bigger. "Hey, what's this?"
     "Nothing." Billy said.
     It was big and hard, whatever it was, Johnny hadn't felt anything like
this before. He'd never played with other boys before like this, touching
them between their legs, he really didn't know. "Come on, what is it?"
     "It's my wienie." Billy admitted.
     "It is not."
     "It is, too."
     "It is not!"
     "It is, too!"
     "Is not!"
     "Is too!"
     "We'll just see about that!" Johnny had decided it was some sort of
small toy, just the sort of thing Billy would pick as his "jewels." Maybe a
plastic poseable action figure. "I've caught you in the act, and I'm
getting it!" And he pulled Billy's shorts away from his body and reached in
and grabbed hold.
     "Hey, this thing is warm." he said. "And it feels funny, kind of
slippery."
     "Johnny!" Billy whined. "You got hold of my wienie!"
     "Nu-uh!" Johnny said. A wienie is all soft and mushy, this is kind of
hard." Other than that, it did kind of feel like a wienie, he had to
admit. "Why is your wienie hard?" he settled for saying.
     "Cause you're touching it."
     "Touching it makes it hard?"
     "Yeah. Didn't you know that?"
     "Sure I knew that." Johnny hadn't but wasn't going to admit it, not to
his friend and not like that. But what he could do, now he'd said that,
was, "Does it feel funny to have your wienie get hard?"
     "Feels good." Billy said.
     "Johnny's hand went down to his own dick, and sure enough, his was
hard like Billy's. "Mine's hard like yours." he giggled.
     "So take it out." Billy said. "And take off these cuffs and I'll play
with yours, too."
     "Uh-uh!" Johnny was firm about that. "Not until you tell me where you
hid the jewels."
     "I'm not talking, copper." Billy said. "Not even if you hold my wienie
and play with it all day!"
     "I'll bet you will!"
     "I'll bet I won't!"
     "Oh, yeah?"
     "Yeah!"
     "Oh, yeah?"
     "Yeah!"
     "We'll see about that." Johnny said. "I'll play with your wienie until
you talk!"
     "Go ahead, I'm not talking! Just play with it!"
     "How do I play with it?"
     "Wiggle it back and forth."
     "Like this?" Johnny moved his fingers and the skin slid on Billy's
wienie."
     "Ooh, yeah, like that." Billy cooed. "Only a little faster."
     "Are you going to talk?" Johnny said.
     "No."
     Johnny began to work Billy's peter faster.
     "Are you going to talk now?"
     "No way."
     Johnny moved his hand even faster. Billy's shorts were in the way, he
stopped long enough to pull them down and then he grabbed and began to
really pump Billy's pud. "Are you going to tell me where you hid the jewels
now?"
     "Not me!" Billy groaned. His head was thrown back, his eyes were
closed.
     "Gee, that must feel really good!" Johnny marveled.
     "Ooh, yeah!" Billy said.
     "You going to talk now?"
     "Ooh, oh, I can't, I, oh, oh, oh, OH, OHHH, YEAHHHHH!"
     Suddenly, Johnny was handling a dick that had gotten really, really
hot! He knew that it was making his buddy feel good and so he kept on
pumping it, and then as quick as it got hot, it was done and got all soft
. Soon, it felt very much like a regular wienie again, and Billy was
panting awfully hard. "Oh, oh, stop now, stop, stop!" Billy begged him.
     "Did that feel good?" Johnny asked.
     "Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Billy said. "It feels so much better when someone
else does it for you."
     "So you going to tell me where you hid the jewels, you dirty crook?"
     Billy, still panting, smiled. "On one condition. I want a deal."
     "What's the deal?" Johnny said.
     "I want to do yours now." Billy said.
     Johnny grinned. "I guess we can make a deal, then."
     "Get these cuffs off me and we'll talk." Billy growled.
     Soon, Johnny's shorts were down around his ankles and Billy had hold
of Johnny's little shaft. Johnny gasped when Billy's hand began to move on
his wienie. God, he'd never known how much pleasure was to be had just by
playing with Mr. Winkie!
     "You like that?" Billy asked.
     "Yeah, oh, yeah."
     "How about this?" Billy's hand moved faster.
     "Oh, yeah, yeah!" Johnny groaned. His peter was tingling like crazy,
tingling in a really good way! He'd never felt that way before, and he
liked it! Man, if he could feel like this all the time!
     "You feeling really good now?" Billy asked him. "You like me doing
this?"
     "OH, YEAH, YEAH, UH, UH, UH-HUHHHHH!" Johnny couldn't help it,
suddenly it was like his body was one entire wienie-tingle! He'd never
known his body could do this, could feel so much pure pleasure! God, he was
going to play with his wienie all the time from now on!
     And when the joy faded, so did all of the tingling fun, too. His peter
kind of hurt, even.
     But Billy let go and stood up, grinning. "You like that?" he asked
again.
     "Yeah, it was real good." Johnny said. "Now, are you going to tell me
where you hid the jewels?"
     "Mom!" came Lydia's voice from downstairs. "Mom, I just found my
jewelry box under the sofa! Mom!"
     Johnny looked at Billy, who shrugged and smiled, "Looks like someone
else just found it!"
     "Oh, boy!" Johnny groaned. Lydia was going to be a pill now!
     And she was. The two boys stood with head down while Johnny's mother
scolded them. She concluded with, "And since you two can't play nice while
it's raining, you can just spend the rest of the day right here. You're
both going to stay in this room until Billy's mom comes and gets him
tonight. You two understand me!"
     "Yeah, Mom!" Johnny said to the floor.
     "Yes, ma'am." Billy echoed.
     "Good. Now stay in here and play nice with each other!" And she shut
the door.
     Johnny looked at Billy. "So." he said. "What do we do now?"
     Billy grinned and he jumped on the bed. "Now we play nice." he
said. "Come and get me, copper!"

				  THE END
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