Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2003 23:58:49 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Cop Stop

Okay. here comes the usual.    this is a story about
consensual sex between adult men.  If such is not to your
liking, is not legal where you are, or if you are just too
young to be reading this.  please click on the return arrow
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story is by CNJShore9 and although it is not `legally'
copywrited you shouldn't go copying it and calling it your
own.  Okay?


Cop Stop

Damn!  It was the last thing I needed!  I thought to myself
as I became aware of the flashing blue lights on top of the
car behind me.  It was 9:00 pm on a Tuesday night, in the
middle of a rural neighborhood, on a lightly traveled back
road that I used to avoid the congestion on the more well-
known routes.  Why on earth was there a cop out here!?!
.and, more importantly, why was he pulling me over.  I know
I was speeding, but by no more than 5 miles-per-hour over
the posted max.  Jeeze!!   I know. I know. I drive a little
sports car -- but I purposely got it in a silver grey, not
red or bright yellow -- you know, the colors that make every
cop on earth want to pull you over.

I was pulling over to the shoulder when I noticed the turn-
in right ahead for the entrance to a county park.  Rather
than take a chance with the narrow shoulder and the ditch on
my right, I kept going up to the park and turned into the
parking lot there.  The cop followed me in and pulled up
right behind me -- lights still flashing.

I reached up and turned on the interior light so he could
see inside my car and then reached over to the glove
compartment for my registration folder.  I had it and my
wallet out (for my license) by the time he got to my car,
but not before I looked back to see him getting out of the
cruiser and coming toward me.

For whatever reason, this guy had his trousers with their
wide gold stripe bloused into the top of combat-style boots,
and was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and tie without the
usual long uniform jacket.  That uniform was much more like
those worn by the tactical unit types rather than just a
road-side trooper, but he did look good coming my way.  Nice
tight waist and hips and broad shoulders.  I couldn't tell
much about his hair or face because he was wearing a cap
with the bill pulled down low toward his nose, but what I
could see definitely looked good!

He got to my driver's side window and stopped about two feet
away from the car. I could see that the trousers were
tightly tailored to fit him like the proverbial glove,
displaying quite a noticeable bulge below the wide leather
belt, just behind the zipper fly.  (You sit really low in my
car, so you can guess just where my line of vision was.)

"May I see your license and registration please," he stated,
more than asked.  It was a nice, deep resonant tone.  I
looked up from my lower position and could now see his eyes
up under the brim of his cap.  They were deep and dark.and
very, very sexy.  (Too bad, I thought.  You don't think like
that about a cop.)

"Here they are," I replied.  "May I ask why you pulled me
over?" I asked in my most polite voice and manner.

"Well, sir, first of all you didn't come to a complete stop
back there before you made that left turn onto the road out
there, and then you were speeding."

I felt like arguing, but knew damned well that I would lose
-- regardless of the truth -- so I just kept my mouth shut,
except to say, "oh."

As I did, he stepped forward to use the top of my car as a
desk (I figured he was starting to write a ticket).  That,
of course, put his fly and the package behind it damned near
into the window beside my head.  His belt buckle was just
below edge of the roof at the top of the window -- which was
now outlining his lower torso like a picture frame.  I
glanced over but tried to keep my eyes looking ahead over
the steering wheel.

My car has a moon roof and, although I couldn't see out
through it because the interior light was on, I had the
distinct feeling that he could see into the car and was
looking down at me.

He moved a little and his knee bumped the door panel,
attracting my attention again.  When I turned my head to
look, it appeared that he had spread his legs a little
because his belt buckle was now a couple inches below the
roof edge.and the bulge behind his fly was much more clearly
outlined.  You could definitely make out the tubular shape
that was pointing upward and just edging to the left of the
double cloth covering the zipper.  It was topped by a plum-
sized lump with a nicely defined ridge around its base.

Once I had spotted that enticing package, I couldn't seem to
take my eyes off it.  Almost under its own power, my body
and head moved slightly to the left, closing the gap between
my cheek and the object of my attention.

I was now close enough that I could almost feel the warmth
that had to be emanating from the body inside the cloth of
his uniform.  I looked directly at it again and started to
permanently imbed the image in my mind.  I began to
fantasize opening the zipper and being able to feel the hot
flesh that I knew must be inside it.  As I was doing this,
my own member began to fill with blood and stiffen.  I
reached down with my right hand to adjust it and give it
room to grow.

I rubbed myself a couple times, wishing that it was the
other one I was feeling.  I turned my head to the left a
little more and was now face-to-fly -- so close that I could
almost feel the woolen fibers tickling the end of my nose.
I could smell the odor of his manhood -- hot, musky.a hint
of sex and another hint of urine.  Oh, how I wanted to get
closer to it.  My breath was becoming a little irregular and
raspy.  I could feel its heat as I exhaled and it bounced
back onto my face from the tight cloth in front of my nose.

Oh, how I wanted to just lean all the way over and run my
lips up and down that beautiful sight.  I wanted to use my
teeth and scrape them along the outside of that soft, but
firm, rod and its helmet head.  I imagined that the heat of
my breath was now being felt and would cause it grow and
show me more.

Naw!  Not gonna happen!!  My eyes are playing tricks.  They
are seeing what they want to see -- not what's really there.
But it does look bigger.

Hey!  That was for real!!  It just pulsed.  That wasn't my
imagination.  I watched more closely, and, sure enough,
there was another pulse.  That was real!  What the hell is
going on?   He's writing me a ticket and getting a hard-on
from it?!?  Jeeze!  But, man, does that look inviting!  It's
right there.only an inch or two  from my lips!  Should I?
Dare I?  No!!!  He's probably some phobe and I'll end up
either getting the shit beat out of me, or end up in jail!!
Get those ideas out of your mind!!

Another pulse!  .and now there was a very clearly defined,
very hard, cock sticking up under that zipper and pointing
up to the left.  The broad head was now perfectly outlined
under the wool blend of his trousers.  He seemed totally
unconcerned, . whatever he was doing up there.

Just then he leaned back slightly at the top and his right
hand dropped down and the palm rubbed across the front of
his pants, definitely paying special attention to the
protruding rod trapped under the woolen cloth.  As I
watched, my own right hand moved down and re-adjusted my own
rock-hard pole.  This time I did it openly and in such a way
that there was no questioning just what I was doing.  If he
was looking in through the roof, he couldn't miss it.

His right hand lifted up, disappearing again above the edge
of the roof, and he leaned back against the car so that his
hot man toy was once again right next to my face.  This time
I leaned over and purposely breathed on it so that he
couldn't miss the heat of my breath being expelled on it.
Sure enough, a small wet spot suddenly formed right at the
top where the piss slit had to be.  He was definitely
getting into this action!

I rubbed myself again and then raised my right hand and ran
my finger around the outline in the cloth in front of me.
This definitely got a reaction!

Backing away from the car, but holding on to the top, he
leaned over and with his face only inches from mine he
whispered: "You like that, don't you?"

I decided not to try and play coy or pretend nothing had
happened.  "You bet I like that!"

"Sir, would you mind shutting off your engine and getting
out of the car, please," he more or less ordered in his
soft, deep voice.

My mind was going everywhere.what was going on?  One second
I think he's about to play and the next he's all business
again.  What's next???

"Certainly, officer," I responded, turning off the ignition
and reaching for the door handle.

"Here, allow me," he said as he backed away and opened the
car door from the outside.  "Please step over to your left
and put your backside against the car."

Doing as he instructed, I was still confused.  That was not
the usual 'assume the position' pose.  I should be turned
around and my back should be toward him.  Why would I be
leaning against the back of the car facing him?

Leaning back so that he could see around his cruiser with
all its damned lights, he looked up and then down the road
we had just pulled off from.  Seeing, I suppose, that there
was no traffic coming from either direction, he moved over
to me and before I could guess what was about to happen, he
was rubbing those cock-filled uniform trousers against my
own petrified wood.

"There's a shed right over there.  Get over there and go
around behind it."

As I started to walk toward the shed as directed, I heard my
car engine start and the sound of tires rolling on gravel
indicating that it was being moved.  Then it stopped.  I
don't know whether I thought I'd turn to salt like Lot's
wife, or what, I didn't turn around to see what was
happening.   Then I heard the sound of a heavy car door shut
and more tires on gravel.  This time I turned to look.  Sure
enough, the cop was pulling his car over into a parking slot
next to where he had obviously moved my own car.  Still
moving as I looked back, I got to the shed and started to go
around behind it, just in time to see the lights go off on
the police cruiser.  It had suddenly gotten a lot darker.
That's when I noticed there was no moon out and no other
source of light in the area.  Even though it was fairly warm
out, I felt a chill and a shiver ran up my spine.

Standing there out of sight, I heard the sound of
approaching footsteps.  I peeked around the corner of the
shed and could just barely see the outline of the cop as he
came across the parking lot toward the shed. I wasn't sure
what was happening.  On the one hand I was almost fully
aroused and hoping for a chance at that delicious looking
bulge I had been admiring before -- on the other I was
frightened at the thought of what other things might happen
here in the dark in such a deserted area.

As I stood there wondering what was going to happen, the cop
rounded the corner and walked over toward me.  "Now we have
some unfinished business to take care of," he said in a half-
whisper.  My knees almost buckled as I saw his right hand
come out and reach toward me.  Then he was rubbing over my
fly and down between my legs.  I recovered quickly and
reached to him and began to mirror his action over that now
very prominent bulge in his trousers.

"In here," he whispered, as he turned toward the shed and
opened a door that I hadn't really noticed before.  "Get in
here," he continued as he stepped inside.

I followed him into the complete darkness inside the shed.
There was only one small window on the right side (must be
the east end, I thought to myself).  You could see it in
contrast to the otherwise impenetrable dark.  Then there was
a bright flash as the cop lit a match.  I was still standing
right inside the doorway, but he had moved over to the left
and in the light from the match I could see him picking up
an old kerosene lantern that was on a table in front of him.
As he lit the lantern with the match, I could see that the
shed was set up almost as a small  house -- with a single
bed and night stand over to the left, an old cast-iron, pot-
belly stove over in the right rear corner, and a table and
chairs under the little window.  I guess it was where the
caretaker stayed during the tourist season when the park was
open.

"Over here," the cop instructed.  "Come over here."

Still not saying a word, I moved over toward him.  As I
started to move, he reached down and started to unbuckle his
belt.  That's when I noticed that he wasn't wearing his
pistol belt -- no pistol, no cuffs.  He must have left them
locked in the cruiser when he walked back here.  I stepped
out of my loafers and began to unbuckle my own belt.  It was
obvious where this was going.

Our trousers dropped to our ankles almost simultaneously.  I
stepped out of mine and he stepped out of his.  There were
stood -- about three feet apart -- in our shirts and shorts
and socks.  He was wearing grey boxer briefs, I was in
blackwatch plaid boxers.  The front of my boxers definitely
showed the stiff pole that was not very well hidden in them.
His tight cotton front showed the clear outline of a large
rod lying across the top of his left thigh and a double
handful of bull-sized balls in the pouch below.

Although the light was dim (obviously he didn't want it to
be easily seen from the road), I could finally see him top
to bottom -- and that was one damned nice view!  He was
about 5'10" (same as me) and looked to weigh in at about 170-
175 of tightly packed muscle and man flesh (versus my own
starting-to-go 190).  He had dark eyes -- probably brown
like mine, but I couldn't tell in the limited light -- and
brown hair (also like mine).  I guessed that we also shared
some Italian heritage.  The big difference was that I judged
him to be about 35, while I am 52, and he wasn't wearing a
gold band on his left ring finger like I was.

"I'm Peter," I finally broke the renewed silence.

"I'm Brad," he replied.  "Now let's stop talking and get
with it."

With that he reached out, grabbed my by both shoulders and
pulled me to him.  I went very, very willingly.  Suddenly I
could feel the heat of his body against mine -- and the
swollen rod in his shorts rubbed into my groin.  Oh, was
that nice!!!  Letting go of my shoulders, he moved his hands
down to the bottom of my shirt and began to lift it off --
up and over my head.  As soon as my arms were free, I
reached between us and began to unbutton his uniform shirt.
Opening the front, I pulled it to the sides and down off his
arms.  Then I lifted the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up
and off over his head.

His chest was covered with a soft mat of curly brown hair --
but not enough to hide the well-developed pecs and nipples
that were there.  The brown carpet ended just above his
navel and then there was the top of a full treasure trail
disappearing into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.
Hmmmmm.  How nice! I thought again.

I put my arms around his back and pulled him against me so
that I could feel the brush of his chest hairs on my own
nearly hairless chest.  It felt so warm, so masculine, so
sexy!!  I felt my cock jerk and swell in response to the
touch of his body.  He snuggled his groin in tighter to mine
in his own response.  I  ran my hands up and down his back,
stopping only for a moment as they moved over the soft
cotton of his shorts and I felt the firm, round butocks
inside them, then moving again, back up over the small of
his back and up past his shoulder blades, feeling the tight
musculature under his taut skin.  Ohhhh, yesss.  It was
getting better by the minute!!!

After several passes over that wonderful body, my hands
stopped as they reached the bottom of those marvelous bunns
and I pulled him tighter against my groin, gyrating my hips
to grind my surging manhood against the white hot spear of
his own.  As I did that, he reached up behind my head with
both his hands and pulled my face into his.  Our lips met -
and not softly - we both moaned and began to grind against
each other's.

My teeth parted and his wildly probing tongue entered my
mouth and drove its way in to begin its search of every part
of my oral cavity.  I ground my petrified woody into him
harder, pulling on his tensed and now rock-hard buns.  His
left hand moved down from my head to the middle of my back
and he pulled me over to the edge of the bed, turning and
falling onto it together.

We didn't break contact -- top or bottom -- I was on my back
in the middle of the mattress and he was now on top of me.
We stayed that way for what seemed like only a second, then
he lifted himself up, straddling my thighs and pulled the
top of my boxers down to just below my balls.  My raging
cock jumped up and stuck high in the air between us.
Without another word, he slid himself down my legs until he
was about even with my knees and then bent forward and
engulfed my rock-hard rod with the hottest mouth I think I
have ever encountered.  I felt like I was about to melt.  It
was incredible!  He just stayed there for a minute with my
tool embedded all the way to the root.  I could feel the
muscles of his throat working the head and his tongue was
wrapping and caressing my shaft.  My toes tingled.  This man
knew how to suck cock!!  He was definitely a master of the
art!!

Slowly he began to raise his head.then lower it.setting up a
marvelous rhythm as he bobbed his way up and down my shaft.
But I wanted something too.   Motioning to him, he finally
began to turn his body around and over me until that
marvelous, big pouch in his shorts was directly over my
face.

Reaching up, I grabbed the elastic waistband and
pulled/pushed the soft grey cloth back, down, and away from
the prize it was hiding.  And what a prize it was!!  It now
had to be at least 8 inches of wide male meat with a pair of
incredible, loose hanging balls enveloped in a brown fur-
covered bag.  It was just like what you see in those
pictures that go around on the internet but you never seem
to find in real life.   Well here it was - it was real life
- and it was two inches above my face!!!  I just uttered a
low growl and lifted my head to take that swollen purple
plum into my lips!  As I did, I felt it swell in my mouth
and then tasted the first sweet drop of his nectar.

My mind just stopped working!!  All I could focus on was
that marvelous tool that was sinking deeper into my mouth
and that incredible feeling of my own cock being sucked by a
master!!  Any pattern of rational thought was absolutely
impossible!  As I was climbing the ladder to what was likely
going to be the climax of the century, I somehow noticed and
heard him reach over the side of the bed and something
bumped on the floor.  Then I felt the coolness of something
liquid being poured onto me below my balls.  That was
quickly followed by a very large and warm finger that slid
through the lube and penetrated right into me.

I arched my back and raised my hips so that his finger could
go in all the way..  A couple of push-pulls and I felt the
stretching as a second big finger joined the first.  He was
not wasting any time, and I knew without any doubt what was
on his mind.  As good as it felt, I actually began to worry.
I had never taken anything quite as large as what was only
barely inside my mouth because of its size.  But damn!! I
was going to try!!  It was just tooooo good to turn down!!

I felt his bulging cock leave my lips as he raised up and
turned himself so that he was on his knees between my legs.
Raising my legs over his shoulders he put the hard rubbery
head of his rigid pole into the now well lubricated area
behind my balls.  it slid around for a few seconds, then
like a target-sensing torpedo, it found the prey, locked on,
and started to move forward.  I was expecting a not-so-
pleasant pain as I felt him press a little harder.

Then ..  pop ..  the head went in and I felt my sphincter
close behind its ridge.  There was no pain.  Just an
overwhelming desire to feel the rest of that monster prick
slide deep into me and the anticipation of it finally
coating my insides with a cup and a half of its heavy
cream!!!  He began to push deeper and all I could do was
moan .   finally I got three words out . "Oh.. Baby..
Ohhhhhhhhh."

He leaned forward over me and I reached up and grabbed his
massive biceps..  "Ohhhhhh. yeah. that is sooooo good!!
Ohhh.  yeah.  shove that baby in all the way.  let me feel
that incredible cock pound my chute.   Ohhhhh ..
NNnnnnnnggggghhhhh!"

"Y ou like that don't you!?!  You want that blue man's cock
shoved up your ass all the way, don't you?  You want me to
fuck your ass until you want to scream!!!  I'm gonna fuck
you until your brains start to rattle!!  Then I'm gonna
unload enough cop juice into your hot little ass to make you
think you're gonna drown in it!!!  You like that, don't
you!??!  You want me to fuck you, don't you!?!"

"Ooooooohhhh, god, yessssssss!!!  Fuck me, officer..   Fuck
me, Brad!!   that cock is soooo good!!  OOOhhhhhhhhh  yes.
oh yes.. oh yes!!  Get my legs up higher and get that baby
in there all the way.. I want to feel your balls bouncing on
my ass!!!  Oh, god, that is soooooooooo  good!!!   Oh, can
you fuck!!  Oh, god.   Oh, yeah.   Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh!!!!"

The feelings were sensational..but the mental pictures were
that much more!!!  I could just imagine that big plum of a
head as it pushed its way into my fuck chute, spreading and
opening the tube ahead of itself and around it.  Then as it
was pulled back until only the head was still inside my
tightly gripping hole, I could feel the chute fall in on
itself and feel so empty.  Then the glory of the push and
fill again!!!   I was in ecstacy!!  Then he moved a little
and that time his cock head ran over the edge of my prostate
and I thought I was going to rocket right off the bed and
through the roof!!!!

He knew when he hit it!!!  So he did it again.   "
NNNNNNNNgggggggghhhhhhhhh!" (see I said it again.. although
"said" is not really what I did..   the sound just started
somewhere inside there and made it up through my throat and
nose. my mouth wasn't working at all!!!)

"Okay, Peter.  let's take this ride `home',"  he said.
Somehow the words got through my fuck-addled brain and I
reached behind my knees, pulled my legs as far up to my
shoulders as I could, tried to spread my thighs a little
more, and lay back as open to him as I could possibly get!!
..and take that ride `home' . he did indeed!  He started to
pound into my ass like he was trying to pile drive my head
through the end of the bed!  All I could do was lie there
and focus on that pistoning cock inside me.  It was beyond
wondrous!  It was beyond any superlative modifier in my
vocabulary!!!  I have been fucked more that a few times, but
in comparison.  I had never been fucked before!!!  This was
the brain-searing, thought muddling, ride of a lifetime!!!
I just imagined those lightly haired buns of his driving
that spike into me over and over and over.

That's when the chorus of  "oh's" began.  both of us moaning
and panting and just going "oh..ohhhh.oh!"  Iover and over.
Then I felt his whole body go rigid.  His back arched.  His
head went back. I couldn't see his eyes, but I just knew
they were tightly shut.  His jaw was locked and his teeth
clenched tightly together.

"Nnnnnngggggggg..   I'm cummmmmmminnnggggggggg!" he exploded
through the unopened teeth!!!  "I'm
cummmmmmmminnnnnnnngggggggggg!"

"Oooooohhhhhhh, yeah.  baby.  let me have that hot load of
blue man cream!!!  Shoot that man juice up me!!!  Let me
feel that baby pour itself into me!!!"  I shouted as I let
loose of my legs with my hands and wrapped them around his
back and ass pulling him into me.  "Go baby!!  Shoot that
load in there as deep as you can!"

..and damned did he oblige!!!!   He stopped moving.
everything except that incredible cock that jerked and
swelled and leaped inside me as it spewed it's hot love milk
into my hungy guts.  Four, five, six times I felt that
monster dance its volcanic ballet inside me.  Then his
tensed muscles relaxed and he fell onto me.  Two more times
I felt him twitching in there as the last of his love juice
popped out into me.  I knew now that it was only a dribble
oozing out of the swollen slit but I still wanted it.  I
wanted every drop.. and then some..  I wanted this man's
seed coursing in my man pussy.  I wanted him to find it so
good that he would come back for more..  because I damned
sure wanted more of him!!

We lay there like that. with him softening inside me.for a
while..  I was reaching around and running my hands up and
down his back and over his upper arms and his hot little
ass.  I was just so enjoying the feel of him and he,
apparently, was enjoying the feel my hands on his body.
Slowly he moved and raised his head and kissed me.  Then he
said exactly what I had hoped to hear.  "That was really
nice.  Maybe you'll drive by here again and we can do this
again.?."

"You can pull me over - or roll me over - or do anything
else to me that you want..  That was more than just `nice'..
that was fucking spectacular!  And you can bet your ass (or
mine) that I'll be back on this road really soon!!!  When we
get up, I'll even give you my number."

"No need to..  remember I had your license and
registration..  I know where you live! And I can look up the
number anytime I need to."

"Oh, yeah.  that's right."   My first reaction had been to
say "So, why should I have to drive down this road? Come on
over."..  then I remembered that I was married and that
probably wouldn't be a good idea.  Wow! That was a first.
forgetting that ..  then I also remembered what I always
called `my greatest nightmare' being too attracted to (in
love with?) another man.  Had I just crossed that line?  Oh,
shit!  I hope not!!    As all of those thoughts were
crossing my mind, Brad raised himself - unfortunately
pulling that still better-than-average-sized tool out of me.
I immediately felt sooo empty.

"Sorry, guy..  Gotta get back on-duty,"  he said as he
rolled off the bed and stood up.  I  just lay there and
looked at that gorgeous stud and he stood for a minute with
that wondrous man meat swinging out over those two big balls
in their sac.  Then he bent over to pick up his shorts and I
watched as the objects of my attention disappeared into the
cotton knit of his boxer briefs.  I could still see their
outline so clearly and missed their open beauty.

"Better get up and get dressed," he said, "I've got to get
out of here. and you really can't stay after I go."

"Unh. Oh. Okay." I muttered as I too rolled off the bed and
reached for my own shorts.

It was silent as we both finished dressing.

Finally as I started out the door, he turned and blew out
the lantern and we were momentarily plunged back into the
dark night.  I stopped just outside the door and felt him as
he closed it and then reached out and pulled me back against
him.  His nose and lips found the back of my neck and he
nuzzled and kissed me.

"I meant it," he whispered into my ear.  "I want to do this
again."

"Me too,"  was all I could say as I leaned back against him
and felt that strong body enveloping me.  "Me too."

Then we walked around the little building and he handed me
my keys (I had forgotten that he had them).  "Thanks, guy" I
said . and I knew he understood that I was not just talking
about the keys.

By now we were at the cars and in a minute we were both
inside them and pulling back out onto the road.  As I turned
right to continue my trip home, he flashed his lights at me
and turned left.  I watched until his tail lights
disappeared around a curve behind me.


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