*** COP ***
by Greg Griggs
From The Club BBS San Francisco (415) 541-4556
I had a hot session with a LAPD motorcycle cop Sunday night (the full moon had us both going). We'd been through the trip once before. He'd come over the the apt. and put on his uniform in the living room. Then he'd come into the bedroom, in complete uniform. The high boots, the motorcycle pants, the belt with all the cuffs and nightstick, mirrored, dark glasses and his helmet. Jesus christ, he looked great against the door standing at ease with the moonlight streaming through the window. All I could see of his face was his blond mustache, his firm mouth and masculine jaw. I just lay on the bed rubbing my crotch (I was in my levis) and looking at him. Finally when I had a roaring hard on, I stood up and approached him. He was a good two inches taller than me (I'm 5'11"). I just stared at his body, his crotch, walked around and looked at his fine tight ass in those navy blue pants. I knew I could do whatever I wanted with the guy and it was driving me crazy. I felt his ass, running my finger along his crack through the rough fabric. He just stood there. I walked around in front of him and squeezed his crotch. Then planted at hot wet kiss on the beautiful face of his. His tongue reached into my mouth and his hand went for my crotch feeling for my throbbing cock. I stepped back and told him to get on his knees. He did as he was told. There was this butch motorcycle cop on his knees in full uniform, kneading his crotch the LAPD motorcycle cop still on his knees stared at the throbbing cock I held in may hand. Slowly I stroked it stepping up to him so that the shiny head was inches from that handsome rugged face under his motorcycle helmet and behind those mirrored sunglasses. "You like cock, pig?" I growled. Almost imperceptibly he nodded his head. "Stick out your fucking tongue, dickhead!" He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I let the tip of my rod touch his tongue, the precum juices dripping onto it, some of it getting into his blond mustache. "You lik e the taste of cock, scumbag?" His head nodded again. I stepped back and hoisted my balls from my levis. "Like my balls, asshole." The cop leaned forward his tongue sliding over my ball sac. I looked down at this butch cop as he took one of the balls in his mouth and sucked. "I said lick!" He began to lap at my balls, opening his mouth wider. I pulled down my jeans and spread my legs so that he could get into my sweaty crotch. His breathing became heavy, he began to slobber over my balls.
My cock slid over the mirrored glasses leaving a smear of precum juices across the lenses. He groaned, spit dripping down his chin and onto the front of his navy blue uniform. He reached down and shoved his face into my balls, sliding my crotch around. He moaned for the first time. I rubbed the cop's face in my crotch. I knew he could smell and taste the day's sweat. I knew he loved it. He took both balls in his mouth then slid his tongue up my cock. Before he could slip his mouth over it I pulled it away. Breathing heavily he stared at my crotch, his face covered with spit, his uniform spotted with saliva. I leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips. I could smell my own crotch in his blond mustache. The cop slowly stood up, grabbing my arms by the biceps, kneading the hard muscles. Being over six feet tall, he now stood over me, shoving his tongue down my throat. In a wild moment, the roles had switched. He kissed my mouth, his hand reaching up and pulling my head down to his nec k. I kissed his thick muscled neck sucking hard knowing I would leave my mark on the motorcyle cop, knowing that tomorrow when he was on patrol people could see that big red hickey just above the tight navy blue collar of his uniform. Yet his leather gloved hand pulled my face down toward his heaving broad chest. You see that badge, cocksucker?" he spoke for the first time. The low masculine resonance of his voice made my blood run cold. "See that badge?" he said, his voice as expressionless as his face. I leaned down toward the silver and gold badge shining in the moonlight. I began to lick it. "That's it, cocksucker," the cop breathed. My tongue slid over the smooth engraved surface of the badge. There was a faint metallic taste and smell, but the smell of the cop overpowered that. I lifted my hand to his chest and reached down into his uniform shirt. His chest was covered with thick wirery dark blond hairs. I felt his hard nipples and pinched them hard. The cop moaned for t he second time. I continued to lick the badge breathing in his manly odor, picturing the two of us in my mind. The cop and the surfer, the surfer licking the cop's chest, the cop his head thrown back his hand at his crotch. I lifted my face and kissed him again. This time my hands reached down behind him for his ass. I grasped them. They were big hard slabs of muscle. "I want that ass I breathed as our tongues slid over each others mouths. "I'm going to take that fucking pig ass of your s." "You and what army, cocksucker," he challenged. "You want it, asshole." I said sliding my hand along the sharply defined crack. "Your god damn uniform is so fucking tight you must have guys following you like a dogs after a bitch in heat." The cop moaned for the third time. "You like showing off that ass, pig?" I was starting to regain the upper hand. "You like straddling that big bike of yours? You like spreading your legs?"
My hands were all over his ass feeling, abusing it through the rough fabric of the uniform. "When you walk away from giving a ticket to some hot stud, you know what that god damn ass looks like, don't you? don't you?!!" The cop kissed me again, his mouth hungrily feeding on mine. I turned my face so that his tongue slid into my ear, his heavy breathing like a roaring wind. "God damn fucking pig! You want it up the ass, don't you?" The cop continued to chew on my ear. I was high on sex. "I'd like to see t hat ass on the highway sometime. I'd like to see you grab your ankles and tear those pants right up the back, man. Would you like that, asshole? Would you like some trucker to shove his big stick into that hole of yours? You want it, cop? You want my fucking dick up your fucking hole? His mouth to my ear, his blond mustache rubbing against it as his tongue reached inside, I heard him breathe a "yes". I pulled away from the stud and pushed him against the wall, holding my hand around his thick muscled neck. His cold expressionless face had melted a bit behind those mirrored sun glasses, there was a touch of desperation in those manly features that were visible. We were both breathing heavily, the room was still dark, the full moon lighting everything, the air was close, heavy with the smell of both of our bodies, heavy with the smell of sex, male sex. I let got of his throat. "Up against the fucking wall, mother fucker." I said, spinning his huge muscular body around so that he faced th e wall. He lifted his ar ms and leaned up against the wall. I kicked his legs apart so that they were spread wide. I had this fully uniformed LAPD motorcycle cop up against the wall ready to be searched. I started patting under his arms, working down the side of his body, till I was down to his high black boots. My fingers slid over their smooth surface. then I worked back up, my patting slowly changing to a caress around the sides of his butt. Then my hands slid up the side of his torso and up under his arms again. I could feel th e sweat which had soaked through the heavy material under his arms. I put my fingertips moist with his sweat to my nose and breathed in. No question about it this was one hell of a man, a real stud, his sweat called to mind the smell every locker room, every jock encounter, every construction worker, every man I had smelled in my life. My hands reached around in front of him, kneading his hairy pecs, reaching into his shirt. My hands explored his hard f lat stomach then as I reached his crotch I moved may ha nds back to his butt and kneaded them, feeling their rock hard shape through the fabric of his uniform.
"Son of a bitch," the cop whispered in a low quivering voice. I felt his legs, they were as hard as the rest of his body. "I gotta search your butthole, dickhead," I said my voice heavy with sex. "You might have something shoved up there. "No", he said in a low voice. For the first time there was a touch of pleading in it. I became more bold. "Drop those fucking pants, cocksucker." Slowly he moved back from the wall, unbuckling his belt. His pants fell to his knees. I lifted his sweat soaked shirt and lo oked at his white smooth ass. I backed him up so a shaft of moonlight from the window fell across the hard slabs of muscle. He was like a fucking bull. I rubbed the cheeks, they weren't round. When he tensed they looked like hard rectangles. "Grab your ankles, asshole!" I commanded. He did has he was told. I spread those cheeks so I could get a good look at the motorcycle cop's anus. Hidden by a tangle of sweat soaked blond hairs I found it. As I leaned forward, I could smell the s harp, pungent odor. My fin gers played with the soft hot flesh. "You got something shoved up there, pig? You got something up there I might want?" The cop moaned. "God damn," he groaned softly, his voice filled with the pain of humiliation. I wet my finger and slowly shoved it up the cops ass. I felt around inside the hot smooth confines of his asshole. I pulled it out and stepped back. I wanted to see this manly stud motorcycle cop. Remembering how he looked when he first entered the ro om, tough, cocky, looking like the butchist, me anest cop on the beat; I nearly came right there seeing him bent over, his ass up in the air, his uniform pants around his knees. I went around in front of him. "Lick my balls." I said. Still bent over, he licked. He licked until I couldn't stand it. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst. Then I quickly reached for his cock. It was hard as a rock, too. The mother fucking motorcycle cop was as hot as I was! He moaned as I felt his hard coc k, realizing it gave away the excitement. I pulled my throbbing dick out of his face and went around shoving my dry finger up his ass, he groaned as I twisted it around shoving it deep into him. I pulled it out and shoved it in the cop's mouth. "You like the taste of your ass, creep? You like the taste of your own fucking asshole?" I stuck more fingers in his mouth, the saliva was dripping down his chin covering his already wet uniform shirt. I pushed him down on his knees and turned so that my ass was in front of his face. "Eat it. Fucker. Eat my fucking ass ." Without hesitation the still fully uniformed LAPD motor cycle cop attacked my ass, his tongue reaching deep between the crack. I felt his hot tongue searching may sweaty ass. I shoved him on his back on the floor and looked down at his face. He was still wearing his mirrored sun glasses but they were smeared with pre come and saliva, his uniform was covered with his own saliva and drops of my pre cum. I sat on his face, feeling his blond mustache rubbing against my rear. As his tongue rea ched up into my asshole I looked down at his uniformed body spread before me, his knee high boots gleaming in the moonlight, his body writhing. I reached into his shirt feeling his hairy chest, I twisted his nipples he groaned still lapping at my ass. I stood and told him to stand. I kissed him on his mouth and smelled my asshole and crotch on his face and mustache. He was slobbering by now, high on sex, forgetting his uniform, forgetting his stud motorcycle cop pose. "You want it up the ass, don't you?" I said holding his face in my hands. "You want it!" He nodded. "I want it," he said in his low masculine voice. "You want what?!" I said. "I want your cock up my ass, sir." I was ready. I turned him around and spit on my cock. His ass was waiting. I lifted the shirt tail of his uniform and looked at that white smooth hard ass. I spit on my fingers and rubbed it into the crack finding the hole with my middle finger. I worked my cock into the crack and pushed the cop against t he wall. Then I shoved it in as hard as I could. The sphincte r resisted for a moment, then with the help of my spit my throbbing eight inches slid in almost to the hilt. The cop groaned "ahhhhhh, gaawwwd." I shoved again so that I could feel his hard muscular ass against my groin. He moaned again. Then I began to fuck in earnest. His handcuffs and nightstick slapped and clicked as I shoved my rod in and out. He kept moaning and groaning. His back up before me, his helmeted head raising up each time he moaned. His ass was tight, his juices lubed me up and I k ept shovi ng into him. "Cocksucking, cop! Fucking pig! You like that, pig? Huh? You like it up the ass, you fucking pig!" I was close and he knew it, his hand disappeared between his legs. I knew he was jacking off.
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