Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 10:45:17 -0700 (PDT) From: J M Subject: CANINE UNIT I was cruising along the highway enjoying the scenery when I heard the tearing of metal and a clunk that shook the car. I looked in the rearview mirror to see my tailpipe and resonator tumbling down the highway. I immediately pulled over to the shoulder and put on my emergency flashers. I could see the parts lying in the middle of the right lane with cars veering to avoid hitting it. I decided that I'd better hike back and pick up or move the debris before someone had an accident. I left the car and started walking back the half mile or so. It was warm and sunny and I was wearing shorts and an A shirt, the type teenagers call a "wife beater". I work out and at 6'1'' and 200 lbs.; I guess you could say that I'm in pretty good shape. I slipped off my shirt and stuck it in the back of my pants so I could work on my tan as I walked. I was sweating so my tanned physique glistened as the sun beat down on my back. I looked up and saw a state trooper coming towards me. When he came within a hundred yards his lights came on and he pulled over to the shoulder. He stopped next to me and rolled down the passenger side window. I leaned in and rested my arms on the door, and when I saw that hunk of a trooper looking back at me, I instinctively sucked in my abs. His was a "canine unit" with a caged back seat and a beautiful male German Shepard that was watching me with a wary eye. He got up and turned in the seat so I saw that he wasn't neutered. A million thoughts raced through my head about the trooper and the dog. "Is there a problem sir?", he asked as he looked at me over his mirrored aviators. In the split seconds it took for me to answer, I sized up the man in the tight fitting trooper uniform. I guessed him to be approximately 24 years old, a rookie I thought. He was blond with piercing blue eyes, and arms that appeared to be ready to burst out of the short sleeves they were asked to fit into. His biceps bulged as he gripped the steering wheel, and the large vein on each muscle made it clear that there was very little body fat on this boy. His forearms were thick and sinewy, a sign that he was a serious weight lifter. His fitted khaki shirt looked as though it was spray painted on a torso that had the classic "V" shape of a bodybuilder. His neck tie with it's perfect knot lay smartly against his prominent chest, then straight down in midair because his tight abs sucked in to a very trim waist. The tip of his tie pointed to a buldge in his crotch that gave me a tingle. His tight, dark brown slacks had a gold satin stripe that followed his muscled legs down into shiney, black leather boots. He wore a shoulder holster that cradled a 9mm pistol, and I suspect he would not hesitate to use it. His blond hair was buzzed close around his ears, and the rest was hidden under his Smokey Bear hat. I suspected a mop of curls under the brown hat with the leather strap that ran down behind his ears to his thick neck. I explained what happened and what I was preparing to do. He said, "You'd better get in. It's dangerous to walk along the highway. I'll drive you there". I opened the door and jumped into the front seat. All the police gadgetry was positioned between the trooper and me. "I need to report who's in the patrol car with me, so I'll need to see your driver's license", he said. I handed it to him and saw him crack a little smile. "Is there a problem officer", I asked. He responded, "This picture doesn't do you justice. You're better looking than this". I could feel myself blush after he said it. I thought, why am I blushing because another man told me I look good? What's wrong with that? He proceeded to call in my name and license number, and in the corner of my eye I could see him glancing back at me periodically as I nervously looked straight ahead. I think he was checking me out. After he finished, he put on his lights and said, "OK, let's go see if we can find your muffler". He pulled out and floored the big Crown Vic patrol car saying, "I need to get to the turn around so I won't have to cross the grass median". It was a rush racing down the interstate at about 85 mph with the lights flashing and this Greek god driving the car. He started conversing with me. "I was sitting up here clocking speeders when I saw you pull over". "I didn't come over right away because I thought you may have stopped to use your cell phone". "I decided to see if I could help when I saw you start walking", he said. I noticed a pair of high powered binoculars in the car, so I wonder if he checked me out before he decided to come and pick me up. I imagined him watching me peel my shirt off and started to get an erection. I put my shirt in my lap and started to feel a little self conscious about my naked upper body. We found the tailpipe and muffler, flattened like a pancake by a semi and lying off on the shoulder. "It's out of traffic, so I'll just call the highway department and have them pick it up", said the trooper. I wondered what I was going to do with that dirty piece of metal anyway. I responded, "That's great officer, I appreciate your help". He took off his sunglasses and we immediately made eye contact. He reached over and held my driver's license picture next to my face and said, "Yes, you really look better in person"; those DMV cameras are crap". I blushed big time and said, "I, um, I, uh, never had a policeman tell me I looked good, officer". "I'm serious man, you obviously work out and care about your body, and it shows", he said. "Don't you think he looks good, Sarge?", he said to the dog. The dog barked a muffled bark as if answering the officer. My face must have beem as red as a tomato at this point. "Does it bother you to hear that, sir?", he asked. "It does make me feel a little weird, officer", I responded. "He put his had on my left leg and said, "Don't, I mean it as a compliment, I don't want you to feel embarrassed by it", he said warmly. "OK, I guess", is all I could think of saying. His pinky finger brushed against the head of my throbbing cock which was trapped in my shorts but peeking out past the shirt that was in my lap. He didn't say a word as it jumped, but I knew he felt it. He drew his hand away and put the Crown Vic in gear, mashed the accelerator and sped down the highway. He didn't say a word as he sped past my car. "Um, officer. That's my car", I said. "Yes sir, I know", he responded. "I'm taking you to the truck weigh station so you can use the bathroom", he said casually. I don't know how he knew, but I had to piss like a racehorse, especially when he mentioned "bathroom". He pulled the squad car into the weigh station past the barricades; it was obvious that it was closed for repairs. He opened his door and came around the front of the car to open my door, which obviously doesn't open from inside when there's a "perp" in the car. I didn't consider myself a "perp", but I didn't question it. He came around and stood in front of the passenger door. His "package" was just about eye level to me, and it was clear that he was sporting a dandy hard-on. His cock was clearly defined in his tight polyester slacks. He opened the door and grabbed my right arm, helping me out of the car. He must have been 6'4'' because I found myself looking up at him. He led me to the door, pulled out a key, and opened it. "The head's to the right, sir", he said. I went in, pulled out my semi-hard cock and took a long piss. I finished and came out the door. I found the officer standing at attention with "Sarge" at his side, the dog's tongue was hanging out as he panted. "I need to get Sarge some water, sir", he said. He told the dog to stay and dropped the leash. He then filled a dog dish with cool water and brought it back for the dog. After he put the bowl down on the floor he said, "When he's through, I'll need to check you for illegal drugs, sir". "Oh, OK", I responded, not worried because I knew I had nothing to hide. The dog finished and sat next to his master. "OK, sir, Sarge is going to go through his routine; don't be alarmed, he won't hurt you", said the officer. I love dogs and had no fear of this one. The trooper gave some hand commands and the dog proceeded to circle me sniffing the air. He stuck his nose in my crotch and sniffed then walked around and buried his nose in my ass. When the dog finished, the trooper said, "Sir, I'll need to have you disrobe completely", as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. Now I started to get nervous. There I was in an abandoned weigh station with a god of a man and a huge, unfixed German Shepard; I had so many horny thoughts I didn't think I could resist getting an erection. I slipped my shirt off, dropped my shorts and stood there in my boxer briefs. "Everything, sir", he said. As the dog looked at me, I dropped my shorts and stood there stark naked in front of them. My cock was still semi hard but the head was still covered by my foreskin. The trooper came over to me and told me to stand facing the wall with my palms flat against it and my legs spread. He took out a tube of KY and lubed two fingers of his right hand. He put his left hand on my left shoulder and placed two fingers into my anus. I clenched my eyes shut and tried not to think about what was happening to me, but my cock had other ideas. He circled his fingers around my sphincter, relaxing it as he did so. Suddenly he took his left hand away and started to feel the area around my scrotum. My cock was sticking nearly straight up and throbbing when I said, "I'm sorry officer, I'm not used to this". He said nothing, then put his hand around my dick and pulled my foreskin back, exposing the purple head. "Sir, I'll have to ask you to get down on your hands and knees for the next stage of the search", he said. I was too embarassed to challenge anything he did or said, so I obediently got down on the floor facing the wall. I could see the officer's reflection in the mirror I was facing, and saw more hand signals. The dog responded by walking over to me and burying his nose in my ass crack. I figured he was doing another sniff search when all of a sudden he mounted my back and wrapped his front legs around my waist. I immediately looked in the mirror to see the trooper's reaction, and saw him taking off his shirt and tie. I was mesmerized by the perfection of his physique and hardly noticed that that dog was now feverishly pumping away trying to find my asshole. I closed my eyes, knowing what was to happen next. The dog found his mark and plunged his huge "canine unit" deep into my ass. He was thick and long, and as I remember, very hot. A dog's temperature runs over 100 degrees so it was like a hot poker was being pushed into me. "Are you OK with this, sir?", the trooper asked. I immediately groaned, "Yes, officer, I am". I secretly wanted to be fucked by a dog and couldn't believe this was happening to me. The animal went into some sort of mating trance and pumped me hard. The speed of his thrusts and the depth of his penetration were amazing. I've never had anything bigger than an enema tube in me, so being mounted and humped by a big German Shepard was an awesome feeling. I opened my eyes when I felt the trooper caressing my head. I looked up and saw a completely naked man, with a body right out of Flex Magazine, smiling and stroking my head. "Sarge needed this, thanks for helping him out, Sir", he said. I looked down and saw his cock rising up to greet me. It too was uncut, and had a generous overhang of flesh. The dog continued to pound away at my ass, then I suddenly felt something else trying to get in. His "knot" had swelled and he was furiously trying to get it past my sphincter. The "knot" is a part of the dog's penis that swells inside the female and locks them together, thereby ensuring insemination. I wanted all of him, so I raised my ass higher and relaxed my sphincter enough for it to pop in. I was blinded by a sharp pain as I stretched to let it in, but it soon subsided and I felt more full than I ever had before. I could feel hot spurts of dog cum splashing against my rectum walls. He was unloading billions of canine sperm into my guts and it was awesome. The trooper slid down under me and took my cock into his mouth. I, in turn, had his cock staring me right in the face. It was thick, long and had very prominent veins meandering through it. I peeled back his foreskin and looked right at his purple cockhead. I immediately took in the intoxicating smell of his smegma, and it made me wild. The dog continued to pump me feverishly, then suddenly stopped and turned. He was "tied" with me, butt to butt. The trooper said, "He'll stand there for about 20 minutes, sir.". He never stopped calling me "Sir". He then began to suck me like a newborn calf and made slurping sounds as he pumped my cock with his mouth. His lips were tightly wrapped around my cock so my foreskin was riding back and forth over my cockhead. The feeling of having your own skin gliding over the glans is hard to explain to a guy who's circumsized. As the trooper suckled me, I took his thick meat into my mouth. I found it to be rubbery in texture and full of veins that rippled as it slid in and out of my mouth. His cock throbbed as I sucked him hard. When he blew his load into the back of my throat I had to immediately swallow the huge volume of cum that filled me up. His sweet juice slid down my throat as I swallowed each wave of ejaculate. The sensation of Sarge's cum filling my anus, along with the trooper's frantic sucking made me blow my load into his beautiful mouth. I swallowed his cum as I pumped mine into him. He took every drop and licked my cock clean. Soon Sarge's knot went down enough for the dog to disengage his cock from my ass. As he did, his dog juice gushed out of my gaping asshole, and streamed down onto the trooper's face. He opened his mouth and let the dog's jiz fill it, then he swallowed it all. I let his now limp dick slide out of my mouth as he slid out from under me. "Come with me sir", he commanded. I was a bit shaky as I stood up, so the trooper grabbed me by the arm and led me to the showers at the back of the station. He turned on the shower and let it run hot, then signaled me to get in. He followed behind me and took the bar of soap that was in there and began to lather me up. I then took the soap and gently ran my hands over his chisled physique. As I did, my cock began to get hard again. Seeing that, the trooper turned and bent over, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands. I placed my hands on his broad bat wing back and guided my cock into his ass. It was slippery, tight and hot. My cock easily slid into his rectum, so I began slow, rythmic thrusts. I pumped him gently as he masterbated in the shower. We both blew our loads and then got dressed. He said nothing as he drove me back with Sarge in the backseat. He stopped behind my car, got out and opened the door for me, then grabbed my arm and said, "I don't want to catch you speeding along this highway, Sir". With that he winked at me and let go of my arm. Well, needless to say, I speed down that highway on a regular basis, and Sarge is always on duty to dole out punishment when I do.