Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2008 02:37:52 EDT
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "Night Patrol"  Adult Friends

Nothing feels as exhilarating as stepping on the accelerator of a police
cruiser with an Interceptor engine on an open interstate late at night. With my
legs spread wide, the window down, and the top buttons of my uniform shirt
open,  I feel alive! The cool night air rushes through the car as I glance down
at the  speedometer. Hitting 95 mph I ease up on the accelerator as I adjust
the  placement of my aching cock. Five days without any relief causes my cock to
 swell at the slightest touch. Yeah, I have a hair trigger tonight that's for
 sure. Pulling my hand away as I begin to swell to full hardness, I run my
hand  through my sharp crew cut and swear tonight I will make time to jack off. I
'm  alone on the mountain stretch of west bound interstate except for a
passing 18  wheeler heading east. As the watch the trucks trailer lights disappear
in my  rearview mirror, I scan my computer monitor. It's extremely quiet
tonight and  I'm enjoying the last hours of my patrol stress free. Reaching for my
coffee mug  I swallow a big drink as I look ahead at the open  road.
As soon as I replace my mug in its holder, I see a large pickup truck in  the
distance entering the interstate. Removing my foot from the accelerator
completely, I let the cruiser drop in speed as I watch and wait. At this time of
night I always know that there is a potential to make the state some money.
Most  people never would suspect that a state trooper is on this stretch of dead
road  at this time of night. I smile to myself knowing that I have done this
a million  times. 6 out of 10 times, I always get the chance to write a
citation. Buttoning  my shirt buttons again, I settle into "ready mode" as I hang
back and observe.
Quickly I am rewarded with a lane swerve. Itching to "light him up" I  wait
and gather more evidence as I slowly approach. When I am within reading
distance of his plates I type the numbers in my computer. Running the tag I find
no violations as I check the vehicles owner's name. As I glance back up from
the  computer, I see the truck swerve again and I have had enough. Instantly the
 night sky turns red and blue as the lights above me light up. I am
disappointed  somewhat when the vehicle slows down and pulls off the right side of the
road.  I'm always hoping for a high-speed chase to get the adrenaline pumping!

As the pickup truck slows to a stop, I pull in behind him and position my
cruiser to avoid myself being hit by a possible drunk driver. As I gather my hat
 and flashlight, I unbuckle the clip on my gun as I get out. I always have to
be  prepared for anything when you walk up on a vehicle. You never know what
to  expect or who is in the vehicle your pulling over. As I slowly approach
the  driver's door, I hit my high intensity flashlight. As a driver's window
rolls  down, my heart always beats faster. Shining the light into the driver's
face I  can scan the inside of the vehicle quickly as he tries to block his
eyes. Seeing  that he is at least alone I feel less edgy and bark the usual,
"Hands where I can see them. Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?"
He's instantly nervous as I see his hands shake slightly. Inventorying
everything as I watch him rise up slightly, he tells me he's reaching for his
billfold. I do my normal thing where I place my hand on the top of my gun as I
tell him to proceed. When he pulls the wallet up he shows me it before he opens
it. I see pictures of young kids as he fishes in different pockets for his
license. As he hands them to me I stand at ease as I am getting a better
feeling  about whom I am dealing with. An officer has to trust those inter feelings
sometimes. I again shine my bright flashlight into his eyes as I verify he is
 the person pictured in the photo.
As  his head turns slightly from the bright light, I can see he hasn't shaved
in a  few days. Moving the bean of light away from his face I shine it in his
crotch  area to be sure he doesn't have anything between his legs. It's a
great way an  officer can check out another man's package and get away with it.
The minute I  saw this driver I was impressed with his manliness. Standing on
my tiptoes I  check out the large wad in the right of his dirty blue jeans
that only made me  more impressed. As I moved my light back up and shinned it on
his white tee  shirt, I could see the darkness of a really hairy chest under
the fabric.  Checking out his collar I see strands of thick black hair
protruding out the  area below his Adams apple. Feeling my buddy in my trousers
beginning to wake up  I knew it was time to move on to different thoughts. Now was
integrating time  for this guy. Again I asked,
"You know why I pulled you over  tonight?"
He stuttered a bit as he began to talk. Moving closer to the window I
smelled his breath as he offered up, "I `m sorry officer, but I don't know why  you
pulled me over?" I knew I had something here when I smelled beer on his
breath.
I explained I saw him drifting over the road lines and that he didn't  signal
when he entered the interstate. I didn't mention the beer I smelled on  his
breath in hopes he would be honest with me. I started my regular questions
about where he was coming from and where he was headed. He explained he had just
gotten off an overtime shift at the coal mining operation down the mountain.
Shinning the light over him again I could see the ruminates of black coal
dust  on his neck and the sides of his face. I again enjoyed the view this guy
was  giving me and knew I now had a good jack off memory to use later tonight.
I excused myself as I told him I was going back to run his license and  for
him to sit tight and relax. As I walked back to my patrol car I had to  adjust
the placement of my half hard cock so it didn't show too much. Laying my  hat
atop the cruiser I sat with the door open as I ran his license. As I waited
for the information to return I studied his picture and mouthed his first name,
 Hank. Double-checking his date of birth, he was the same age as myself, 36.
In  the privacy of my car I said openly as I looked at his picture again, "You'
re a  dam good-looking fucker Hank!" "If only I could have a roll in the
sack with you  sometime," I mumbled to myself as I caught myself rubbing my
aching cock  again.
When the info updated, Hank didn't have any outstanding tickets or  warrants.
I half expected to see a warrant for back child support, as most young  guys
in this area seem to have. Satisfied I was dealing with a regular Joe here,  I
exited my car and approached his truck again.
As I walked up I could see him checking me out in his large side-view
mirror. When I got to the side of his truck cab I banged on the side loudly with  my
hand as I spoke,
"Sir, could you get out of your vehicle for  me?"
He  complied quickly as I watched him get out and close his door. Standing at
about  6 feet tall and looking all the more masculine, I told him the usually
thing  about having to check him for weapons and asked him to face his
vehicle. I  always know this makes everyone super nervous and I explain this is
normal  procedure. As he places his hands on the side of his truck and I step
behind  him, I force his legs wider apart. This helps me in the event for some
reason a  suspect wants to run. Like everyone else, Hank wants to know if he's
being  arrested for something?
As I start my pat down of his body I tell him I will answer that question
once I'm done. I start at his neck and do my usual body search. Moving closer to
 him I can smell the slight smell of underarm odor and cigarettes that mixes
with  the night air smell of diesel exhaust. I can tell he has been truthful
that he  worked a shift. It doesn't help that I find that scent super
attractive on a guy  and loose my focus for a second as I check the waistband of his
tight jeans.  Running my fingers around the waistband I can feel the slight
beginnings of a  beer belly. Normally I don't check a guy's crotch too well for
hidden weapons,  but tonight I did a through check. My fingers accidentally
darted between the  spaces the buttons of 501 jeans fly have. In an instant I
could tell he was  wearing cotton underwear. As I fully and quickly check out the
large lump his  cock and balls make, both my hands move around the cheeks of
his rounded ass. I  feel the warmness of his body under his ball sack area of
his crotch. Moving  quickly down the sides of both his legs, I check the tops
of his open unlaced  boots. Satisfied, I ask him to turn around.
As he leans back against his truck with his arms folded, I explain that I
think he has had too much to drink tonight. Like a boxer that has just heard the
 bell ring, Hank comes out arguing fast. I quickly know how to defuse the
situation and offer that I will forgo the Breathalyzer test, cutting him a break
 if he can pass the field sobriety test. He thinks for a few minutes and then
 offers up that he had two beers with the guys after shift. He told me he was
 afraid to tell me fearing he would be charged with drunk driving. Right away
he  stared pleading for his life explaining if his wife finds out, he's dead!

I listened to his story as I always do, hoping somehow his might be
different then all the others I hear everyday. Two beers, hell it's more like 6  beers
is usually how it turns out. When he was done talking I again mentioned  that
all he has to do is pass the sobriety test and he was free to go. Looking
worried but shaking his head ok, I asked him to follow me to the front of my
cruiser. Checking to be sure no traffic was coming, I asked him to walk toe to
toe on the straight line that marked the shoulder. As he turned and walked a
few  feet away from me I saw him stumble. I know from experience he couldn't
pass  this test and leaned against the front of my car waiting for the results.
He  started off great getting three steps together before he tipped sideways.
I  offered him the chance to try again, and he moved back to where he started.
This  time was no better and I moved towards him as I reached behind my back
for my  handcuffs.
"Sir, sorry to say your under arrest for DUI as I grabbed his right arm  and
slapped the cuff in place."
To his credit he didn't fight me any. As I pulled his other hand behind  his
back and cuffed it also. I couldn't help but notice the thickness of the  hair
on his muscular arms. I enjoyed feeling the warmth and firmness of a real  man
's arm. As I slowly moved him to the front of my cruiser, he again started to
 plead his case. I told him to stand still as I moved away and opened my car
door  to get my paperwork.
I could tell he was super depressed and he had every right to be. DUI is  a
very serious offence these days. As I laid my ticket book on the hood of my
car and started asking questions for the forms, he started plea-bargaining. He
begged on the brotherhood of mountain men and the fact it was his first time
ever doing anything like this. I feel sorry for some guys in this situation
and  Hank struck that note in me tonight. As I continued to ask form questions
he  begged for mercy even offering up his weeks pay check in his wallet if I
would  let him go tonight. That was the point where I had to tell him if he says
 anything like that again I would have to charge him with trying to bribe an
officer! He quickly shut his mouth and stared at the ground. He quietly
cussed  to himself as he kicked a stone into the brush along the  shoulder.
As I told him I was going to radio in for a tow truck to tow his vehicle,  he
really got desperate.
"Please officer, I'm begging you! Isn't there anything I can do to stop  all
the craziness tonight?"
"Sorry Sir was my response. You should of thought of all this before you  got
in your truck after you had been  drinking."
Cold as I can be I explained that I would be taking him over to the  hospital
for a blood test tonight after his truck was towed. I asked if his keys  were
still in his ignition?
Shaking his head no he said they were in his front jeans pocket. As I  walked
up to him I broke the beam of light my headlights made against the back  of
his truck. I could feel the heat coming off my radiator as I moved against  him
and felt which pocket the keys were in. Finding the key lump in his right
pocket, I moved my hand inside his tight pocket. Face to face with him I
breathed in his scent again as my fingers moved deeper. Just as I found the key
ring, Hank spoke quietly to me.
"I'm desperate here officer, you understand that right?" I nodded my head
yeah as I pulled the keys from his pants. "Please isn't there something we can
 work out here. Man to man I'm begging  officer."
He moved his hips forward and his crotch rubbed against mine and  whispered
low, please, I'll do anything." I stood still face to face with him,  as I
looked him fully in the eyes. If he was a women and she moved against me  like
that, I'd haul her in on charges fast. I hate when a women tries to get out  of
a ticket offering that. But this was different; this was the kind of offers I
wished I got more often. As I continued to look him in the eyes I  spoke,
"That's a pretty big offer from a drunk driver to a state trooper, I
answered."
He grinded himself against my crotch again and humped. "I don't have
anything else to offer you officer, I'm truly willing to do anything to get out  of
all this."
I was so fucking horny I didn't know if Hank could feel my cock was now
fully standing at attention. Against my better judgment I felt my hand moving
against the front of his jeans. Finding the lump I had checked out earlier, I
began to rub it slowly. When he didn't pull away or react at all, I got braver.
I undid the top button on his jeans and one button on his fly. I reached my
hand  inside his underwear and found his cock lying in a thick bed of warm
moist  crotch hair. As I traced his cock he began to swell.
"If that's what you want officer, I'm willing let you blow me if I can  get
out of these charges," he spoke softly.
Quickly I answered asking if he was shocked that I wanted  to?
He shook his head no saying, "All us mountain guys know the score. You do
what you have to do to survive."
I was impressed with his answer and told him I was willing to deal. I  agreed
to drop the charges if he was willing and never spoke of this to anyone.  He
shook his head yes again as I continued to slowly finger his head.
"We going to do it here, he asked as I felt him relax some?"
As I pulled my hand from his pants, I answered no. Buttoning his jeans  back
up I said, "I have a place where no one will bother  us."
Reaching in my shirt  pocket, I found the cuff key and let him know I was
going to remove them. I told  him before I did so that I trusted he wouldn't do
anything stupid and that I  still had his driver's license. We had an agreement
and I expected him to honor  it. I watched him nod his head yes from behind
as I moved to unlock the first  cuff.
"You fuck up here on me now Hank and your ass will be grass," I whispered
in his ear.
Once the first cuff was removed he stood still as I unlocked the other  arm.
Once he was free, he rubbed his wrists and turned around and told me he  never
knew cuffs hurt so badly! There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as  we
stood together before he spoke again.
"I swear officer I need to piss really  bad!"
I  told him to walk off the edge of the shoulder and piss into the grass as I
 turned and headed for the back of my patrol car. Opening the trunk I got out
 some flares and moved back up the side of the car to position them on the
ground  behind his truck. I watched him as I saw a large arch of piss coming
from him. I  stopped to watch him shake it off and stuffed it back into his
jeans. I was so  boned up I could hardly walk as I set the flares up. Getting back
in my cruiser,  I opened my door and told Hank to get in the front passenger
side. As we both  got in I closed my door and killed my warning lights. I
dropped the transmission  in drive and floored the pedal. Hank was thrust into the
back of his seat as the  car roared down the interstate.
Quickly he  asked where we were going and how long would we be gone. He
worried his wife  might wakeup and wonder where he was. I told him of a pull off
between both  lanes of road just a few miles ahead. I laughed and told him it's
where I setup  radar some nights.
"Let that be a lesson for you not to speed through that area also," I  said
as I turned and looked at him. I still couldn't believe my luck bagging a  guy
like him tonight. I knew I was being crazy and stupid, but I would deal with
that later I thought. I took him in sitting in the seat beside me with his
legs  spread wide and looking relaxed. Looking back at me with a shit-eating
grin on  his face he spoke,
"My first time in a police car. Never thought in a million years I would  be
in one heading for a blow job off a police  officer."
He rubbed his crotch slightly as the sound of his voice  changed.
"Thanks again for cutting me this break. I promise I will never drink  again
and drive."
He quickly became interested in the equipment I had all around me. Asking
questions about my dashboard camera, the kind of shotgun I had locked between
the seats, shit like that. It was great to talk about guy stuff with a man I
was  about to drain his nuts. He didn't seem the least bit bothered that we were
 headed to an area where we were going to have sex. He looked and acted like
he  was looking forward to it.
Within minutes I saw my regular pull off and slowed the  cruiser and moved to
the left shoulder. Turning onto a tree lined gravel road, I  moved to the
center of the well-hidden area. Putting the car in park, I turned  off my engine
and headlights. As I clicked the door open just a little I looked  over at him
and asked.
"Are you still willing to settle your DUI this  way"?
"I'm ready and willing," he said. "I have to warn you  though, my sack is
really hanging heavy. Haven't had sex with the wife all week,  so I'm looking
forward to loosing theses blue balls of mine."
Before I got out I confessed I was in the same boat as he  was and that I was
thinking with my dick head instead of the one between my  shoulders tonight.
Told me he understood and that it sounds like we both are  going to get
something we wanted badly tonight.
Both of us got out at the same time.  I removed my uniform shirt and my gun
belt as Hank watched me undress. Next thing I knew he was pulling his tee
shirt  over his head. In the bright moonlight I could see the thickness of the
chest  and belly hair he had. I then saw him undoing the front of his pants like
he was  going to take them off.
"Hank, you don't have to take your cloths off," I yelled  softly. "I just
didn't want to take the chance you'd shoot cum on my uniform  shirt."
He  nodded his yes as he answered back,
"Where we doing this?"
"Back of the car I answered back as I began to  move."
We  stood together for a few uncomfortable seconds as we took each other in.
I spoke  next when I asked him drop his pants and hop up on the trunk lid. He
complied  quickly as he moved his jeans and underwear below his hips and they
feel to the  tops of his boots. He hopped up on the car's truck and spread his
legs wide as  he leaned both arms behind himself for support.  His cock was
already half hard as it lay  back against his hairy lower belly. I couldn't see
his balls because they were  hidden in the darkness of the night. I crouched
down some before him and my  mouth went for his cock head. I tasted stale piss
instantly as I wet the head  and tongued around the crown of the mushroom
head. He swelled up fast as I began  to work his piss slit. I was able to get in
about a half inch deep as I probed  the opening. Already he was oozing slick,
salty tasting slime that I savored. As  I moved my mouth lower on his shaft,
he moved his hips up off the truck lid to  get in me deeper. This guy really
was on fire and I knew he wouldn't last long.  My noise was surrounded by thick
hair that tickled as I took him deeper.  Breathing deep I smelled the aroma of
a workingman. My left hand went to cup his  ball sack as my right hand undid
the top of my pants and lowered my zipper. His  balls were large and felt like
two golf balls in my hand. Course hair covered  his sack and blended with his
thick crotch hair.
As  he swelled fully hard in my mouth I had to back off some or choke. He was
a good  seven inches compared to my six. As I started to do my magic with my
mouth and  tongue he began to moan. My right hand had dug in my jockey shorts
by now and I  was pumping my shaft in the same motion as I milked his. I had
to back of on the  tight grip I had on my own or else I would loose my nut
before he lost his.
Hank again moved his hips up off the cars trunk lid and  fucked my mouth as I
sucked. I could tell he was getting closer as his balls  were drawing tighter
against himself and his precum flow was increasing. As I  started to apply
more suction and began to milk him for all I had I heard him  moan out, "Work my
head more!"
As  I tightened the grip on my shaft again and moved to licking and sucking
on his  cock head I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. Then suddenly I
felt him  fire off one really thick hot squirt that hit the back of my throat
and made me  gag for a second. Moan after moan he made was followed by a thick
shot fired  off. I swallowed as fast as I could but couldn't stop from
chocking once and cum  ran out my noise. Not even caring if I couldn't breath I
continued to swallow  all he offered me as my own cock begin to shoot. My eyes
rolled in the back of  my head as my own load dumped. It was one of the most
intense nuts I have had in  a long time. As Hank fell back fully on the car I
continued to lick and taste  the thick flow that dribbled from his slit. I
continued to gently rub his ball  sack in my hand as he slowly wet soft.
I  licked the sides of his shaft and deep into the thick hair at the base of
his  cock to collect any cum that I missed. I licked the top of his nuts as if
to  thank them for all they gave me. When I came up for air, Hank had his
arms  folded behind his head smiling down at me. He spread his legs wider and
hooked  his boots on the cars bumper.
"God Dam, you get it all don't you," he spoke with  pride!
I  squeezed his soft shaft once more and worked a small white drip to the
tip.  Bending back down between his legs I licked the last drop from the piss
slit.  Standing back up I slapped the side of his exposed  hips.
"Dam you were right, that load was thick and lumpy," I  laughed.
As  I stuffed my soft cock back in my underwear and pulled my pants back into
place  I told him we better get moving. He agreed and sat up and shook his
head.
"I  wish a women could give head that good. That's the best head I ever had
and I'm  not lying here."
As  he stood up he stumbled forward right into me. I grabbed him in a hug to
keep  him from falling flat on his face. So here we were face to face and I'm
holding  him tight to me. The next thing I knew he's wrapping his arms around
my chest  and giving me a bear hug. I'm caught off guard when he rubs his
scruffy face  against mine and whispers in my ear.
"Honest, thanks for giving me a break and for giving me  the best blow job I
ever had. He rubbed and then patted my back before pulling  slightly away from
me."
I  go with the moment and lightly rub his chest and trace his treasure trail
down  to his groin as I whisper back to him,
"You smell fucking great you know that and your one dam  fucking sexy guy.
Anyone tell you that  lately?"
I  can't see in the darkness but I knew he was blushing as he shifted his
weight  from side to side as I continued to stroke him.
"No  ones ever said that to me," he answers in a very sexy  tone.
"This doesn't have to be the last time for us you know. I  could take care
of you whenever you need some if you  want."
He  looks away from me and then slowly looks back at me as he  answers,
"I  have the wife and kids you know. Doesn't feel right cheating on  them."
I  cup his balls and shake his soft cock and move in closer to  him,
"They don't have to know. This is between you and I.  Think about it"
I  pull away from him and tell him to get dressed as I move back towards the
drivers door. Opening the door and getting my shirt off the seat I dress as I
 watch him pull his pants back up and turn to take another piss. I can hear
the  strong stream hitting the dry ground as I button my shirt. He moves back
towards  the passenger door and opens it and gets back in. Sitting shirtless as
I get  back in fully dressed, I start the car. We pull back onto the
interstate and I  again floor the car. We drive in silence as I look over at him. His
left arm  propped up on the back of the seat; I can see his thick armpit hair
from the  glow of my computer screen.
The  flares I lit are still glowing brightly as we approach his truck off in
the  distance. As I get closer I hit my overhead lights and pull back in
behind his  vehicle. Putting the car in park I ask if he's ok? He nods his head
yeah and  tells me he's just thinking things through. I reach in my pocket and
pull out my  note pad. Writing down my cell phone number I hand it to him and
tell him to  call me if he ever needs relief again. I jot down my first name
also and reach  my arm over with the note. He takes it willingly as he grabs his
tee shirt off  the floorboards. I extend my arm again for a handshake and he
grips my hand. We  both squeeze hard and smile at each other. As he opens the
door I ask if he will  ever call sometime? As he gets out he leans back in and
offers,
"I  aint saying I won't!"
He  slams the door and I watch him walk slowly back to his truck. He turns
and looks  at me as he pulls his tee shirt back on. He opens his truck door and
hesitates  before he gets in. He then turns to me, waves and gives me the
thumbs up sign. I  drop my car back in gear and pull around him and give my siren
a few short  bursts and floor the car. Pulling away I look back in my mirror
and wonder if I  will hear from him again. Digging my tongue around my teeth
and gums I find a  few remnants of his load and taste him  again.
Pulling in my driveway after shift I walk around the back  of my patrol car
and notice dried streams of my own cum on my tails lights and  bumper. I
massage my crotch as I head in the front  door.


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