The usual disclaimers apply. Take that $20 you were going to pay that big hunk to piss down your throat and send it to Nifty instead.
LATE NIGHT PISS NOIR
by Jerry Weiss
It was late, almost 1:00 am on a Sunday night/Monday morning and I was waiting alone at the Ardsley Metro North station for the last train back to Manhattan after attending a friend's wedding at their leafy home up the hill. It was a sultry, humid night in late June,the trees were in full summer leaf, the crickets were murmuring softly and the station, which is in a valley at the bottom of the hill, was deserted except for me (or so I thought).
I was somewhat drunk from all the liquor that I'd consumed at the celebration, and was sitting on a bench on the dark (except for one overhead light) southbound platform with my dress jacket open, my tie pulled down and my collar button undone, my 31 year old robust physique sweating lightly. As horny thoughts ran through my mind, I idly played with my semi-hard cock through my pants.
Looking to see if the train was coming, I noticed a figure in the shadows at the far end of the platform. At first I couldn't quite make him out, but then an express came by and in the reflected light I saw that he was a cop. Huh .... a lurking cop, just what I needed to feed my fantasy. An imaginary hook-up with a policeman in a deserted place had always been a good image for me to come hot.
He languidly walked a few yards closer, and I could see that he was squeezing his dick too. He saw me looking at him and starting staring in my direction. He made a little movement with his hips, pushing his big cop prick at me. I spread my legs and slowly began licking my lips. It was still 15 minutes until my local train was due.
As he slowly moved closer, I could see that he was about 40 and 6'2", with a handsome, rugged face and a muscled burly body filling out his uniform. He had that bull stride that most cops do.
Minutes went by and he kept edging closer, never losing our eye connection, always kneading the heavy beer can police schlong that he had between his legs. I was mesmerized.....was this a trap? Was I in danger? I didn't care, my lust was doing my thinking. Getting up close and personal with a cop's dick is an experience not to be missed.
Finally he was leaning against the platform railing a few feet from me.
After a few moments, he turned around toward the bushes behind the railing, reached into his uniform pants and hauled out his big ten-inch pussy pleaser. He began pissing and then stopped.
He looked at me, holding his dripping cock in his hand.
"You want it?"
"Yeah..."
He looked both ways, then ambled over till he was right in front of me, his cop penis inches from my face.
Without another word, he started torrentially pissing right in my face, and all over me.
"Open your mouth."
I did what I was told and he started pissing in it. When my mouth was full, I swallowed.
"That's it faggot, drink my piss!" I was chugging it down as fast as I could.
He kept pissing and pissing, in my mouth and all over my clothes and the rest of my body until not an inch of me was dry.
The oncoming train whistled, about a mile away, its headlight visible far down the track. Shaking the last few drops in my face, he put away his dick and without another word walked toward the southern end of the platform.
The train soon arrived. I had no choice but to get on soaked in cop piss.
Thankfully, the train had few passengers at that hour. I slunk into a chair at the far end of the car, reeking of police urine. I thought it smelled really hot.
Maybe it would give the train conductor some ideas...