Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2006 04:32:31 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Blue Lights, Blue Balls (Part 2)

	"You're Phil McCorden's son, aren't you?"  The officer asked me and I
nodded slyly this time.  I smiled at the officer and licked my lips
suggestively as I spread my legs for his baton.  "You're hung like him too,
aren't you?" The guy -- my father -- said to me as he moved closer.
	BZZZZZZZZZZZZT!
	"FUCK!" I said, bolting from both the bed and the dream I'd been having.
"Jesus Pleazus what the fuck!" I went on swearing as I tore out of the bed
and headed down the hall into the bathroom.  I heard the shower but went to
stand in front of the toilet.  I waited patiently for my morning hard-on to
subside enough that I could piss.
	"This is Phil McCorden, here."  My dad said from the shower and I was
stupid for all of ten seconds as to why until he stepped out of the shower.
	"Funny." I said sarcastically as finally, the stream of relief came.  "That
was humorous the first time you scared me with it."
	From the corner of my eye, I noticed my dad stepping in front of the mirror
to shave as I stepped into the still-steaming shower.  Damn, I thought to
myself as I closed the door.  My own father was standing naked a foot from
me and I couldn't do anything but stare at a distance.  He hadn't let on
that anything was different between the two of us and I hadn't, either.
He'd caught me listening to his phone conversation when I'd almost choked on
the food I'd been about to enjoy.  I had to make up some lame excuse that I
hadn't known he was home and that he'd scared me.
"How far do you want to go?" He had asked me that night as his masculine
hands undid my pants.  "We can drop your reckless driving down to just
speeding if you let me slide my tongue into your asshole."
TONGUE MY ASSHOLE, he'd said and I was creaming in the shower just thinking
about it.  I reached for the soap as I heard Dad's electric razor start up
and the two of us went about our regular routine with no thoughts of jumping
each other -- that I knew of, anyway.  When I'd finished my shower, I heard
the front door close and knew that he'd gone to work.  A few moments later,
I heard his car leave the drive and that meant I had the house to myself
until twelve.  I didn't have to work today...
What was I going to do?  It was broad daylight and I couldn't exactly speed
through the same road again in hopes my father would pull me over and fuck
me silly again, could I?
Wandering into his room, I went to his dirty clothes hamper and opened the
lid, not sure why I was doing this.  There were the usual uniform pants and
shirts with some socks thrown in here and there as I rifled through the dark
stuff.  Nothing about any of this did anything for me until I got to the
bottom and saw the dark black of a jockstrap.  Taking it in my hands, I
pictured his sweet cock wrapped in this cotton cup, the straps lashed across
his tight ass.
	"Turn around." He said to me on that road; his hands were going to the belt
and fastener of his pants without worry about his belt.  "Assume the
position and hold on to something."  He told me and I did...god, did I!
	Some people had a thing for underwear and some people had a thing for cops.
  There were some people who had a thing for cops in underwear but I suppose
I wasn't one of them.  The jock in my hand was different.  It had been the
one he wore that night.  Last night.  He'd been wearing this very thing when
his hips rocked slowly into me and he'd slow-dicked my ass.
"Fuck, son."  He had said, his hips grinding harder into me.  He called me
son on purpose, the fucker.  The fuck got off on doing his own son.  He knew
it was me even if I didn't have a clue it was him, at the time.
I slipped the jock back into the hamper but I didn't want to.  I actually
wanted to keep it as a souvenir when I thought of how that would probably be
the last time this would happen.  There weren't very many nights that my
father could schedule in a good fucking of his son between police work was
there...or was there?  If I happened to be at the right place when he was
there too, it might work out.

	Later in Landon Park, I waited in the last stall of the men's room just
after sunset.  I knew that patrolmen always double-checked this place on
their rounds but I wasn't sure of who those officers would be.  For what
seemed like an eternity, I waited, looking through the hole in the stall
beside me for whatever might come along.  The lights were dim in here, some
of them missing altogether.  That's what made it such a cruisey place to
begin with.
	I was almost ready to give up when I stood at the same time I heard the
door open.  The fluorescent light flickered as I heard booted feet coming
into the small room.  I felt my breath catch when I heard the door latch
slide into place, locking the door.  Had I just made a HUGE mistake?  What
if this were some sort of sick-o instead of my hot bone-fuck father?  What
the hell would I do then?  There wasn't much I could do but make as much
noise as possible and hope that one of them DID come by to save my ass.
	"Anyone in here?" A voice said as the light flickered again.  "I can see
your feet, son.  You might as well come on out."
	I stepped out into the dim light.
	"You again."  The same voice said and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
  "First the other night and now here.  What the hell, boy? Do you just like
getting fucked by the cops in this town so much that you have to go looking
for trouble?"
	"Something like that." I admitted as I took a step closer.
	"Something like that, huh?" He said, taking the baton from his holster.
"Just how the hell do you think you're going to get out of something like
this?  Public sex acts are against the law.  Soliciting a police officer is
even worse."
	"Can we work something out the way we did before?" I asked, thinking of
this shiny leather-clad man doing me against the cold brick of this public
bathroom.  "I could make it worth it...sir."
	I didn't know if I'd gone too far with that last bit.
	"Maybe we can knock it down to a warning in exchange for a blowjob."  The
officer said, confidently, striding the very short distance to me.  "You
blow cops, boy?"
	"I can learn to, sir." I told him, trying to see if that was, indeed, my
father.  The light from the back wall threw his face deeper into shadow and
I couldn't be for certain.  "You could give me a chance."
	"Get down on your knees."
	I slid slowly to my knees as his right gloved hand undid his pants and
pulled the flaps away to reveal a black mass of material that held his
swelled rod.  A black jockstrap just like the one that I'd found this
morning was staring at me as his gloved hand slid into his pants to rub
along its length.  I crouched in the dim light as he stood in front of me,
blocking out the light from the back wall as the one above me went out at
TOTALLY the wrong moment.  There wasn't anything I could do but watch as he
rubbed his crotch invitingly with those large hands.
	"Well, are you waiting for an engraved invitation?"
	Leaning forward, I inhaled the sweet scent of man.  With careful fingers, I
pulled the elastic out and away from his beautiful cock that greeted me with
a pearl of silvery white liquid at its tip.  I ran a finger along the head
and strung the stuff out and to my lips.  Damn, I thought as I followed my
finger with my tongue and licked up as much of the free-flowing stuff as I
could.  Heaven tasted like this I knew.
	I felt a pressure on my head and knew the guy wanted me to move on.
Opening my mouth, I let his gloved hand guide my mouth onto his prick and
down over the flared head to bury my nose in his wiry pubic hair.  I needed
no encouragement to finish what I'd started and I pushed my face down into
the mass of black.  I felt an excited throb of his cockflesh and knew I'd
done well!  I didn't know what else to do but let him guide my mouth out and
back down, out and back into my warm and waiting mouth.
	"Sweet mother-fucker."  The officer moaned as I mouthed him.  "Yeah...sweet
as pie that mouth is."
	Feeling in his pants, I soon found his rounded ass and gripped it tightly
as I mouthed his cock all the way to the base.  My tongue swirled like a
car-wash brush digging into the crevice of the rims to remove dirt but I
wasn't removing dirt, I was sliding it into the veined surface and into the
cumslit on the head as I moved back off him.  Swallowing, I let the muscles
of my throat massage him as I gripped his slightly furry ass with strong
hands.
	"Cocksucker." The cop moaned, his head going back.  "You know I'd let you
suck my ass if you asked nicely."
	This shocked me.  So much so that I let his cock slide from my mouth.
"Really?" I asked, stupidly.  "You'd let me rim you?"
	"The fuck kind of request is that?" The officer responded.  "I said ask
nicely, cocksucker.  Ask me nicely to suck my hole and I might give you the
privilege of rimming a real man's ass."
	"Please sir, let me rim your hot asshole with my tongue?" I said, throwing
as much genuine gusto behind my request as I could.
	The cop turned away from me for slow moment and I watched as the dark
material of his pants revealed the tanned skin of two perfect manglobes of
flesh and a dark band of elastic seeming to lift them up to me.  Still on my
knees, I waited until they were inches from my face and I touched them.
Silky hair covered them nicely and I watched as the officer's hands pulled
them apart for me to reveal a beautiful wrinkly rosebud of an asshole.
	"Well, get that tongue in there, fucker."  He said to me, pushing back.
"We aren't on a date."
	I pushed my tongue into his hot hole, feeling it tighten on me. A thrill
shot through my body and I swear I thought I was going to cum in my jeans.
I pushed my tongue deeper into his hold and he moaned loudly.  I thought I
heard the mirrors rattle but that was probably just my imagination.  He
moved his ass against my face and threatened to smother me with it...what a
way to go!
	I licked along his crack in long, slow strokes of my tongue.  I kissed his
hole fully and fluttered my tongue along it, causing it to draw slightly.  I
prized it open with my tongue and tasted it again.  He pushed back against
my tongue and I let him slide his hole over it, loving the taste of him.
	"Damn...I might have to let you fuck that ass if your cock works as well as
your tongue."  The cop said, pulling away from me.  "But you'll have to do
something worse than loitering for that privilege."
	His pulsing prick greeted my greedy lips as he moved back to stand in front
of me.  I felt his hands on the side of my face and I opened my mouth
expectantly.
	"You're going to finish me off good and we'll call it a night."
	I licked slowly at first, doing it all over and then following up with a
tonguing of his balls and whatever of his crack I could force my tongue to
get.  I felt it fill my mouth as I pushed down onto the rod.  The smooth
surface filled the roof of my mouth and I tasted the sweet-salty pearl
again.  He moaned loudly and his cock throbbed again, rewarding my efforts
with a swath of rich pre-cum.  It was my turn to moan as his hands gripped
the back of my neck.  He guided me expertly up and down and his words were
low and mumbling.
	"Get..." He moaned and I thought he was going to cum.  "...and sweet." He
moaned as his prick pleasured my mouth.  "...do it dicktaster!" The cop
continued and his hips began swaying back and forth, feeding me.
	I held his cock in my mouth as he bobbed back and forth into me.  I made
small sounds as he did this but I wanted more.  He took his meat from me for
a long moment to slide his gloved hand along it once or twice before rubbing
it along my cheeks and lips.  When he finally returned it to my waiting
mouth, it was thick with juice with the promise of more to come...or cum, if I
had my way.  His prick stabbed into my throat one more time and I felt his
hand grip me tighter.
	"This is it, cocksucker!" The cop said through clenched teeth.  "FUCK!"
	A chocked moan came before the warm jet of sweet cum!  He jerked his head
forward, holding onto me as the weight of his body slammed his rod fully
into my throat and forced me to do nothing but swallow!  Hot cop-cum spilled
out of my mouth and ran along my chin as I fought to swallow it all.  He
gasped and moaned, throwing his hips forward to fuck the last of his seed
into my throat.  I licked and kissed it fully, letting him feed me all he
had.
	"Goddamn it, boy."  The cop said, his hands going to his jock to replace
his cock.  "This might have to become a regular thing."
	"Yeah?" I asked, standing.
	"Shit, next time I might even bring a buddy."  He said, swathing a hand
through his hair in the dim light.  "Thursdays work for you?"
	"Yeah." I said, remembering my Dad had patrol of Landon Park and
surrounding areas on Thursdays.  "So, I'll meet you here same time?"
	"Bring the lube you little cockwhore." He said, sliding the latch back and
opening the door.  "You're going to need it.  We won't be gentle."
	I was going to have to jerk myself off...but I didn't mind.  As I settled
into the last stall after pulling the lock back on the door, I thought of
what had just happened and what he said about a partner.  As I wondered who
it might be, I fantasized about my father and next Thursday...