Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2022 19:38:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: dogbone421@aol.com
Subject: "Cop-Tales"  chapter 2

"Cop-Tales"

Story #2


	If you stay in the patrol unit long enough and never bid out, it's
inevitable it will happen. Especially with my rank and seniority, it's a
given. Today was no different then what had happened four times to me
already. Fresh out of the academy and green as fuck, I was to be his street
training officer. I love it when they are new. Sold as fuck from the
physical training, they all filled out there crisp new unforms
perfectly. Wet behind the ears and smelling like a new car, it was my job
to teach him the reality of being on the roads. With his pen in the perfect
spot and his shoes shined to perfection, it would be my job to break down
all that conditioning he'd just received.

	This new pup was a fine-looking young man. The epitome of what the
force was looking for these days. He was the poster child for helping get
community relations stronger. We'd been introduced earlier and now it was
time for me to take over furthering his training. As always with a new
recruit, he followed me around like a puppy dog as I introduced him to the
other officers on shift. I was given the honor of showing him the
locker-room and leading him to his locker. As luck would have it, he was
only approximately ten lockers down from mine. It was the perfect
opportunity for me to observe him as he changed cloths at the end of
shift. I was already enamored with his fine-looking ass in those uniform
pants. The challenge was on as I wondered how long it'd take before I was
tapping that thing?

	He followed me into the bathroom and stood beside me when I
instructed him to empty his bladder before we hit the road. With both our
eyes boring a hole in the wall in front of us, I listened to his strong
sounding piss stream hitting the urinal. I casually side eyed him and
admired his fresh shaven jaw line. Stepping back and shanking off my cock,
I presented it to him for observation.

	"Fuck, nothing like a good piss is there," I blurted out as my
booming voice forced him to look over at me? Instantly I watched as his
eyes drifted down for an instant and check out my pecker. I let it hang
free for a few seconds so he could really take it in before he hit the
handle on his and stepped away zipping himself up.

	In the patrol wagon, he sat at attention and looked ready for
anything. I'm over here in my white socks and comfortable boots sporting a
dad body with a condescending look on my face. I shook my head as I drove
wondering how long it would take to break him down. These new guys think
they know it all. That somehow, they are going to change the world
singlehandedly. But shit, they have no clue how the real world acts out on
the streets.

I held off being myself, acting like the role model he expected me to
be. But that shit gets old driving around in a vehicle all night. It took
about three days before I farted with the windows up. You should have seen
the look on his face, especially when the smell drifted towards him.

	"God dam dude, what the hell you eat last night," he cussed me as I
laughed out loud and rolled his window down? Guys, I laughed my fucking ass
off watching him try to distance himself from me in this tight space.

	That was the slow beginning of us bonding. It worked every
time. When you ride together for eight to ten hours a day, you begin to
become almost like a married couple. He slowly let his walls down and we
talked about everything on the long nights when not much was happening. He
learned I had two little boys and a wife that I barely saw on night
shift. I laid it out quickly that I was an over sexed bastard who wasn't
getting enough at home.

	"Don't ever get fucking married guy. Once you do, the pussy slows
down after six months and is totally nonextant after you have your first
kid. I use my hand now more than I ever did before we started dating." I
reinforced my statement by gripping my crotch and looking over at him.



Of course, he was single, living alone in an apartment. I hated the idea of
all the freedom I knew he had. I had pussy left and right hanging off me
when I graduated from the academy. I know there has to be a few little Me's
running around that I don't know about. As much fucking I was doing before
I met the wife it had to of happened at some point. I gradually learned he
grew up without a father and enlisted in the military right after high
school.

	"I always wanted to be a cop," he proudly told me with great
enthusiasm. "The military really wasn't my thing. I enlisted just to make
it look good on my police application."

	I watched him every night get undressed in the locker room as I
openly stared. He filled out his boxer briefs nicely, forward and
backwards. But that ass was what I craved. And two out the last four
rookies I'd trained ended up giving me access to their buttholes. I guess
it's the dad like persona I give off to the rookies that makes them end up
conceding to my demands. Or maybe it could have something to do with the
fact that I hold their whole careers in my hands. The last thing they want
is for me to report they are a fuck up. I mean who's going to believe a
trainee over a senior officer? I always remind them of that just before I
slide my cock up their ass.

	"All you gotta do is give it up kid and I'll make sure you make it
thru your probation period," I always lead off with before I end up in bed
with them. After that, it's a good six months of me getting some steady
pussy before they are set out on their own. The two trainees I tagged are
full-fledged officers now. The other two flunked out, imagine that.  Every
time I see my old trainees, we have an unspoken understanding that what
happened between us, stays between us. The first one I tagged, hell, I
still pressure him into meeting up sometimes. Engaged and always bragging
about his good-looking wife, he still occasionally gives me a crack at that
sweet hole of his. Especially when I confront him in the bathroom stall at
work, confessing I need his help getting off again. God dam he's a handsome
fuck who takes cock like a pro.

	This recruit, Kent, is going to be an easy mark, I can already
tell. He'll do anything to be an officer and he's confessed that in no
certain terms to me already. It took about a month before I made my move on
him. I invited him to join a few of us after shift at a cop bar. He was
eager as fuck to come and be one of the boys. I liquored him up really good
in the two hours before closing. My old lady and kids were in bed so I
could be as late as I wanted. He was young and couldn't hold his booze like
us seasoned pros. He was staggering when they ran us out at closing. I
being the great guy that I am, offered to drive him home.

	I poured him into my truck as he babbled on about how much he
admired me. Again, it was that daddy figure that always works for me. I
rubbed his shoulders and even dared to rub his thigh as I drove. He was so
drunk he didn't care and I put my balls on notice tonight was the night. My
cock was semi hard the whole way over to his place. He lived on the ground
floor which made helping him to his door much easier. Walking with his arm
draped around my neck, I drank in his scent. As he fumbled with his keys, I
purposely rubbed his tight firm ass. As I traced his butt crack thru his
tight blue jeans, he never flinched. When he inserted his key in the door
lock, I stood tightly behind him and dry humped my half hard cock against
his ass.

	"Come on in man," he said as the door opened. Little did he know
there was no way I was going anywhere as I followed him in. He almost fell
as I allowed him to walk on his own for a few steps. I took in his place
knowing I'd be visiting here a lot more often after tonight. Sparsely
furnished, it looked like a college kids place.

	"Let's have another beer," he said with slurred speech as he
staggered towards the kitchen. I shrugged my shoulders at the idea thinking
maybe it might be easier on him if he was indeed drunker. As he leaned
against his kitchen counter chugging his drink, I moved in for the
kill. Leaned over with his elbows on the counter, I moved behind him and
started my attack. I again blatantly started rubbing his firm ass as I
moved up tight against his back. Then I ran my hands up under his tee-shirt
and felt the hairy chest I'd observed for over a month.

	"Dam you feel good," I coded to him as I kissed the back of his
neck. Instantly even in his inebriated state, he froze like a deer in head
lights. My cock was hard enough now that I'm sure he could feel its
firmness rubbing between his butt cheeks. Instantly his instincts kicked in
and he tried to pull away.

	"Hold on, settle down Kent," I angerly said in his ear as I bear
hugged him. "I want this and I know how bad you want to be an officer. My
words hold a lot of power over how this all plays out with you keeping this
job. We can do this the easy way and we both can enjoy ourselves. Or, the
hard way. Come Monday I report you for insubordination. I'll go easy on you
I promise. What you say man? Let's bond for the brotherhood and I'll
guarantee you'll pass with flying colors."

	I released him and waited to see what would happen next. I didn't
step back in case he wanted to fight me. But I knew the kid wouldn't do
that to a ranking officer. I reached out and rubbed his warm back before up
I stuck my thumb up firmly between his butt cheeks and pushed it against
his butt hole. "Come on man, this is what it means to be a team member. Do
this for me Junior."

	Slowly, he raised himself up and stood tall. "Is that what it's
going to take for us to be able to work together," he asked? "And I'll
pass?"

	"Give it up once or twice a week kid and you'll pass with flying
colors," I promised as I stepped back from him and folded my arms. "Hell,
I'll even throw in a good word to your union rep for good measures."

He thought on it before he took a final swig from the beer bottle and
tossed it across the room towards the trashcan. A loud crash was heard as
glass shattered.

	"Bedrooms back this way," he said softly as he turned and almost
fell. I grabbed him again and held him up. I helped him get out of his
boots before I pulled off his pants and underwear. He didn't resist in any
way. Once he was naked from the waist down, he crawled in the bed on his
belly and hugged his pillow.

	I busted the kid's ass good that night. It took a lot of spit and
determination on my part to breach his tight hole. I think halfway thru he
finally passed out. It didn't stop me from getting my nut and I flooded him
with a heavy thick load.  After I pulled out, I admired the white cum that
showed around his pucker when I parted his cheeks. I took a piss afterwards
and headed into his kitchen hungry for something to eat. I could hear him
snoring like a freight train as I opened his fridge. Left over Chinese was
about all that was in there. Sitting at his table in my underwear, I woofed
down the rice and noodles as I enjoyed the feeling of finally getting my
nuts drained. After about thirty minutes of rummaging thru his personal
stuff, I mounted him again as he moaned some resistance. His bed rocked and
creaked as I easily gained access this time. I was able to maintain my
rhythm longer and worked up a good sweat. My big balls were slapping up
against his butt crack every time on the forward strokes. When I fired off
this time he actually woke up for a few minutes. He looked up at me staring
down at him dripping with sweat. I kissed and nuzzled his neck as I praised
him.

	"You did real good kid, really good. If I didn't know better, I'd
say we conceived us a baby tonight. He nodded his head in conformation of
my words as I pulled out of him. "I'm going to get out of here and let you
rest. See you Monday," I offered as I got off the mattress looking for my
pants.

	"In a raspy voice he asked, "Did I pass the test," as I pulled on
my underwear?


	Come Monday, I'll admit I was a bit nervous as I always am after
this takes place. You never know what will curse thru a dude's brain once
he thinks about things. As I closed my locker, he came bouncing in
breathing heavy. Realizing things seemed good between us, I assumed my role
as his trainer and barked, "You're running late kid."

I sat in the car waiting for him going over our assignments.  Suddenly he
opened the door and jumped in. I dropped the vehicle in drive and we took
off. He never mentioned a word about what had happened that whole night. In
fact, he was a fucking chatty Cathy now for some reason. On and on he went
about what he did over the weekend. Me with an envious look on my face as I
listened to his shenanigans. All I fucking did was baby sat and changed
shitty dippers all weekend.

	At the end of shift as I rolled into the commands parking lot, I
causally dropped the bomb. Hell, I wanted to know if the kid even
remembered what happened between us.

	"How's the ass feeling Junior?"

	Ever so slowly as he looked out his side window as he offered in a
soft voice, "Better dude. Saturday I was sore as fuck."

	"Sorry about that kid," I tried to say with compassion in my
voice. "I forget I've got a pretty good-sized hammer on me. The old lady
used to love it. Guess now you have all the luck," I said as I reached
around the laptop and smacked his big thigh. "You'll get used to it I
promise," I said as I pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine. "My
horniness won't be so bad once we get a steady schedule set up between the
both of us. I trust you're still on board with our arrangement?"

I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned slightly towards him waiting for a
reply. "Come on kid, I know I'm not your first so let's just handle this
like adults." As I put my arms behind my head and stretched, I asked, "When
you want to go at it again?"

	Much to my surprise he offered up maybe Wednesday night. I was
like, God dam, this kid wants it. Cool, I lucked out this time. "After
shift kid or maybe we could do a quick lunch break get away at your place,"
I asked?

	"You think we could really pull off going to my place while on
duty," he asked as he turned and looked at me now?

	"Junior, you've got a lot to learn about how the police force
works. Leave it up to me to make things happen. In the mean time you need
to pick some things," I said as I leaned to one side of the seat and let
another fart rip off. "We need some lube, baby wipes to clean up with
afterwards. And get something to clean you out. I hate shit on my dick
afterwards."

	I could see him taking notes mentally as I spoke. The next thing I
did was lean back in the seat like a big buck and rubbed my crotch. "You
and me are going to get along just fine kid."

	I wore the hair off his butt cheeks in the five months we
fucked. The kid developed an insatiable appetite for my dick. I usually
fucked him twice a week. Once on shift and once at my house when the wife
was working on the weekends. Yeah, I trusted him that much to invite him to
my place. I introduced him to my kids as their uncle and he loved my
boys. It was nice to be able to get completely naked at my place instead of
fucking him with our uniform pants down at our knees. A quick fuck at his
apartment with him bent over the kitchen counter was fine for a quicky. I'd
blast the kid's ass in record time just to empty my nuts knowing we'd have
a much longer romp the weekend. And I did prefer taking my time and really
showing the kid who was the dominate one in our partnership.

 My boys had the tendency of running in the extra bedroom where we fucked
and annoying the hell out of us. It's tuff to stop mid stroke and kiss a
boo-boo. How many times I had to withdraw from Kent and escort them out of
the room was too numerous. My oldest always wanted to crawl up on the bed
to ride daddy's back like horsey. Kent patiently waited with his legs still
drawn back for me to get back in bed. My big cock swinging back and forth
was laugh worthy on our part many a time. Thank God the kids were way too
young to understand daddy was just getting some much-needed pussy off uncle
Kent.

I had him babysitting the kids and tending to their needs while I watched a
game on the TV between fucks. Sometimes I dragged that out for hours as I
enjoyed him taking care of my rug rats. No more dirty dippers for me when
he was around. And he waited on me hand and foot and it made me feel really
special.  No one ever suspected a thing. Including my wife. Because, hell,
we're law men and no two-law man would ever do something like that.

	When I had to set him free on his own, I hated the idea. We'd
settled into a really steady fuck thing in those months together. Most all
my loads were ear marked for him and when I got a wild hair up my ass, we'd
fucked even more often. We drank together, ate together, pissed together
and defiantly fucked together.

I taught him all my best moves. But the most important skills were how to
pull over a male suspect. Things like how to check a dude's dick size
without being too obvious when you're frisking them. I knew he'd be more
interested in that then getting in a chick's pants. Or the subtle words you
can use to get in a dude's pants. Somehow, I don't think I have to worry
about that with Kent. He's defiantly a cock hound and he's the one who's
going to be bent over the hood of a car, for sure! Whoever that dude ends
up being, he'll really enjoy how I loosened him up. Oh yeah, I still hit
him up for some nookie. That bastard caves like a bitch in heat when I stop
by his place. I'm always guaranteed a piece of ass off him.

Now on to the next trainee!

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