One Night, Two Cops
One Night, Two Cops
Peder Rucco
We ran, ballsacks slapping against our inner thighs and gravel scraping the bottom of our feet. Sprinting down the silent street, we turned the corner to mark the first quarter of our nude run. In a small town under the hot July moon, there is little to keep a 20-year old college student busy, and so my buddy Eric and I, still drunk from the whiskey we’d stolen from my parents’ basement, had decided to entertain ourselves by streaking around the block. No one would be out or even awake at 1:00 am in a town our size, but the thrill of getting caught was still enough to make my heart pound as we continued down the street parallel to my own.
“Shit, Eric,” I panted, falling into stride next to him, “How the hell did I let you talk me into this?”
“The Fireball did the talking. Plus, you didn’t put up much of a fight when I suggested it,” Eric said, sidestepping a pile of dog shit in the middle of the sidewalk.
And he was right: despite my fear of getting caught, I’d grown restless for excitement over the past month at home. Living at my parents’ place and working retail to pay for school wasn’t exactly a fun time. Plus, a perverted part of me had always wanted to see Eric naked and not having gotten any action since finals week meant that I was probably thinking with my dick and not my brain. Eric rounded the corner ahead of me, and I allowed myself a quick glance at his ass before catching up to him.
“Race you back to my place,” I challenged, sprinting up to the corner of my own street. Wordlessly accepting the competition, Eric sped up, the sound of his barefeet and balls slapping against pavement and thighs intensifying behind me. Both of us had run together on the high school track team, always trying to best each other’s times, and our old instincts kicked in as we neared my house. The humid air whipped past my skin as I sped up to a dead sprint, enjoying the sheer freedom I felt at that moment.
When the blue and red lights flashed and the siren gave a brief blast, I glanced back to realize that a cop car had turned onto my street, catching us, boldly naked, in the beam of its headlights. There are times when you are so startled that you freeze, unable to think or act, and this was one of them. I slowed to a halt, a mere 30 feet from my house, and turned to face the cops. Heart pounding, I stood frozen as the car pulled up to the curb and parked. Two officers got out and slowly walked towards me. Trembling and staring at the ground, their boots entered my line of vision and I forced myself to look up, knowing that I might as well man up and take whatever consequence was headed my way. The cop on the left was shining a flashlight in my face, making it difficult to see as I tried to cover myself.
“Looks like your friend ditched you,” the cop on the right stated in a deep, amused voice. Confused, I looked around and realized that Eric must have continued running when the cops showed. Typical. I would take the heat for this escapade alone.
“You live around here?” the cop with the flashlight asked, lowering the beam so that it was no longer in my eyes.
“Yeah, I live in that white house right there.” I pointed to my darkened house. “Look, if you just give me a sec, I can run in and put some clothes on before you…” I trailed off, realizing I was unsure of what happened when you get caught by the police while streaking.
The cop on the right chuckled, “Not so eager to be naked anymore, are you?” Something in the tone of his voice, perhaps the continuing hint of a smile made me wonder if I might not get out of this without a felony after all.
“No sir, I’m definitely not planning on streaking again. My friend and I, well, my parents are out of town for the week, and we’re both home on college break, and you know how it goes: we got bored and dared each other to go streaking. Neither of us have ever done it before, and now I realize it was a pretty stupid thing to do.” I finished, looking between the two cops and fixing what I hoped would be a penitent expression on my face.
Now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I was able to see them better. The one holding the flashlight was older, maybe in his upper 40’s with iron-gray, close-cropped hair, a trim mustache, square jaw, and an impassive gaze in his cold eyes. The other one, who I hoped was developing sympathy for my situation, looked like he was in his lower 30’s, had a shaved head, trim brown beard, and dark tattoos on his muscular biceps.
He shrugged and turned to his partner, “What do you say, Rich? Should we let the kid go?”
“Hold on a second, Dave,” Rich’s steel voice cut short my relief. “I’m not sure he wants us to let him go.” And he slowly lowered the beam of his flashlight over my lean body, coming to rest on my visibly hardened dick peeking out from behind my hands. Whether it was the intensity of the situation, my recent lack of sex, or the plain fact that these two cops were fucking hot, I didn’t know, but my dick was clearly working with a mind of its own. The silence that followed this revelation seemed to last for hours. I closed my eyes, wondering how I would recover from this embarrassment, and when I opened them I was surprised to see that Dave had taken a step closer to me.
His low voice made my dick throb harder, “I think we need to take this inside.”
It was like something out of those shitty romance novels depressed 50 year old women read, but here were two cops eyeing up my naked body and insinuating that they wanted to do more than just look. It was the most terrifying and erotic moment of my life. I mean, I’d had boyfriends, and we’d screwed around, but nothing compared to the idea of two masculine men - at the same time - taking me into my parents’ house to mess around. I glanced at Rich, locked eyes with Dave, and nodded. The corner of his lip twitched in a smile, and he took me by the shoulder with a rough hand and turned me towards my house. I led the two of them across the dewy grass, onto the porch, and through the front door.
Arriving in the living room, Dave wasted no time unbuckling his belt, dropping his holster to the floor, and pulling out his hardening cock. It was good length, nice and thick, and had a glistening droplet of precum oozing from his piss slit. My instincts kicked in, sidelining my earlier apprehension, and I knelt down in front of him to use the tip of my tongue to lick his salty juice before sliding it lightly along the underside of his shaft. His body tensed and a small groan escaped his lips. I continued teasing him with my tongue and taking just his head into my moist mouth, watching while he unbuttoned his uniform, revealing barreled pecs and tight abs. After stepping out of his pants, he took control of the situation and used his hands to guide my head down to the base of his beautiful dick. I fought back my gag reflex as it pushed into the back of my throat. As Dave face-fucked me for the next few minutes, Rich settled himself on the couch to watch the pornographic scene unfolding in my parents’ living room. Keeping the rest of his uniform on, he unsheathed his dick - longer but thinner than Dave’s - and began stroking himself while watching us with those cool analytical eyes.
Dave guided me to the couch, and lifted both my feet to rest on his shoulders as he stood in front of me. My asshole lay waiting, aching for attention, inches in front of his rock-hard, wet cock. Using one hand to spread my ass cheeks farther apart, he employed the other to guide himself towards my starving hole. His eyes closed as he entered me, lips parting in silent pleasure, while I uttered a soft moan of pain and excitement.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he said, grinning as he opened his eyes.
“Damn, you’re thick,” I retorted, a slight hint of pain entering my voice as I felt his shaft slide deeper inside. Inch by inch, he filled me with his fuckrod until I felt a glorious pressure deep in my gut and knew that he had finally hit home. Almost immediately, he pulled all the way out, leaving me feeling emptier than I could have imagined minutes before. He then pressed his head against my asshole, entered, and pulled out again. I realized I was now the one being teased. Unable to resist any longer, I placed my hands on his firm asscheeks and pulled him fully into me, shamelessly moaning as I did so. And it was like something snapped in him at that moment. Until now, he had been in control, calmly practical, but as I moaned like the slut I’d always wanted to be, an animalistic expression of lust came over his face. Bracing his tattooed, muscular arms on either side of me, he pulled himself closer, my knees hinged over his broad shoulders.
And he fucked me. Like an untamed colt, he rammed his dick in and out of my boy pussy, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, a lewd soundtrack to our lust.
As he plowed me faster and harder, a growl started growing from somewhere deep within him, rising through his chest, and emerging in the form of his deep, wild voice: “FUCK. Fuck yeah!”
“Harder, fuck me harder!” I moaned, clasping his ass like it was my lifeline. He slammed deeper into me than I’d thought possible. His bearded cheek scratched roughly against my own as his head rocked in tandem with his pelvis. My ears were filled with the slapping flesh, the sound of my couch slamming against the wall, and above all, Dave’s deep groaning.
“Holy fuck,” he yelled, “I’m cumming!” And the growl turned into a full, animalistic roar as he slammed his dick and entire body into me, releasing a watershed of white-hot spunk deep within. After a few dwindling thrusts, he collapsed onto me, his sweaty chest radiating heat onto my own. He lay still for a few moments, breathing hard, before pulling out. And what he did next surprised me: he looked me in the eyes, took my face in his hands, and kissed me deep and hard. When he broke the kiss, and rolled onto the couch next to me, I realized that Rich was now standing in his place, cock erect against his black uniform. This was not nearly over.
“Get up,” he commanded. I stood, and he roughly turned me around so I was facing the couch. Lucky for me, Dave had thoroughly lubed my hole because Rich wasted no time with foreplay. He used both hands to spread me wide open, shoved his cock in, and forcefully began pumping my ass. The first thrust sent me falling forward, and I braced myself against the couch, loving every inch of his long cock and the confidence of his thrusts. Maybe he was more calculated than Dave, but I could tell that Rich was just as wild when push came to shove, and his symphony of fucking was just as carnal: the handcuffs on his belt jingled with each thrust, and he rhythmically let out low grunts.
He gave my ass a hard slap. “Bet you love me fucking your nice tight hole, don’t you?” he said, giving an extra hard ram.
Meanwhile, Dave had repositioned himself on the couch so that he was sitting directly in front of me, his face eye level with my dick. He looked up at me, gave me that crooked smile that had made me hard in the first place, and lightly licked my cock from base to head with the tip of his tongue. I gasped: until now I hadn’t realized quite how badly my dick needed attention. He steadied me from Rich’s fucking by holding tight to my hips, opened his full lips and took all of me in and began sucking with vigor. Now it was my turn to lose control. Between Rich fucking my brains out from behind, and Dave working my over-ripe boner, I was on the highway to orgasm. I began moaning, loud and desperate, gasping my approval all the while, “God damn! Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”
Dave knew it was coming because he slid me out of his mouth until just my head was resting on his tongue, and he jerked me home. An explosion began deep within me, bursting through my slit and onto Dave’s waiting tongue. Jets of jizz shot onto his beard, eyelids, and began dripping off his chin. Meanwhile, my ass clenched tight on Rich’s cock, sending him into one final frenzy of earth-shattering fucking.
“FUCK!” he yelled, and I felt a blast of liquid fire fill my hole once again. As Rich slowed to a halt and pulled out of me, Dave licked a dangling drop of cum from my head.
“Damn,” he said, wiping a strand of jizz from his chin. “You had more of that in you than I expected.” I collapsed onto the couch next to him.
Rich pulled his dick into his pants. “You learned your lesson, boy?”
I shrugged, still breathless.
“If not, we’ll be back to teach you again.”
I grinned. I’d be okay with that.