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Law enforcement. National guards. Cops. Trouble. That's what I was in. Peter and I, having great sex in his car, and then--BOOM--the cops show up. I was in really deep shit now.
Peter didn't bother trying to cover himself when the cop motioned him to roll down the window and hand him his license. How are we gonna get outta this? I thought desperately.
Luckily, the neighborhood was quiet and not a single soul was outside when the cop told Peter to "step outside the vehicle". The cop poked his head inside the car, his shades reflecting my panicked face.
"Hey there, son. W-What the hell is going on? Is he raping you?"
I couldn't tell if the cop was joking, or being sarcastic, or if he was expressing any kind of emotion because of those shades. "No, sir. We... we just... love each other. A lot," I ended awkwardly.
The cop, whose name was Officer Chad, glanced sideways at Peter, who was leaning against the car window and had his arms crossed in front of him. His bare ass-cheeks were pressed up against the window.
The cop looked back at me and took his shades and cap off. He looked to be a young guy in his early 20s, with cropped blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Not bad, I thought. Not bad at all.
"Tell you what, kid. What's your name? I don't wanna keep calling you 'kid' all the time."
"Luke."
"OK, Luke. Now, I know you love your friend here, and I have nothing against that. But it's illegal, and yet I don't wanna right you up and have you spend some time in juvi."
My heart slumped as I considered many things he could tell me: community service, house arrest, suspension from school, who knew? But he continued, and what I had to do surprised me so much that I thought I'd die from shock.
"Since I'm single and still in college, I'm doing this police job as part-time. Before I got accepted to work for the city, I was a player, a gay player. Got fucked, sucked off, and did those things, too. Now I'm too busy for those. But if you don't want me to write you up--" He started unzipping his fly. "--you're gonna have to suck me off, too. Both of you."
His dick sprang out of his pants. It was huge, longer than Peter's. It had some soft, blond pubes at the base and around his ballsack, but I didn't really care. His dick had a huge vein spiraling around under the foreskin.
He motioned to me. "You first, Luke. I'll go into the car." Chad stepped into the driver's seat, leaned the seat back, and shed his pants, vest, gun, taser, and uniform into the next seat. All he was wearing was a white cotton shirt and his white underwear, which was pulled down below the knees.
I clamored over to Chad's side and prepared to suck him off; I barely touched his penis head when he said, "Actually, I want you to sit on my dick."
I stopped, and glanced at Peter glowing in the afternoon sun outside. He gave a tiny shrug, and then I started pulling my jeans off again. I pulled off my briefs, and that's when Chad grabbed my ass with two hands and slowly lowered me onto his enormous pole.
It was so hard! I forced myself many times not to flinch away and refuse this beast of an organ that seemed to jet itself through my body several times. Chad's ballsack repeatedly swung up and smacked my dick, which was new 'cause Peter's wasn't so large to be able to do that.
It was finally over. I had to watch Peter getting brutally fucked and sucked off by Chad, but Peter said it was fine. When Officer Chad finally left, I was quiet, and stuck with one thought in my head: I was banged by two grown men in one hour.
When Peter and I were alone again, I struck up another conversation with him. "Peter? How did Officer Chad know that we were in the car, since the tint's so dark?"
Peter was silent for a moment. "I don't actually know. He might've had special, infrared binoculars, or maybe the sun reflected off the side mirrors and lit up the interior of the car."
"Probably the latter," I murmured.
The Camaro stopped in front of Drew's house. At last, I thought. "Well, Luke, it was great to know you. I wish we got to know each other a lot earlier, though."
I gently hugged him. "I know. But we can always have fun tomorrow."
"Hmm. Yeah." He rested his head briefly on mine, then let go of me. "You better go, or else Drew might get you in shit deep enough to drown you in."
I chuckled. "OK. I'll meet you tomorrow!"
I pulled my backpack from the back of the car, stepped outside, and shut the door. The car roared away, leaving me alone with the guy of my dreams in his house in front of me.
Deciding that I shouldn't waste anymore time, I crossed over the lawn grass and onto the spacious porch. There, I saw the porch window shutters open and some movement inside. Must be Drew, I thought.
After ringing the monotonous doorbell, the wooden door opened, and my jaw nearly fell off my face as I saw Drew on the threshold, completely naked from the waist down.