DAVID 144
DAVID THE COP — CHAPTER ONE
It was a stupid thing to do. I didn’t bother to think what I’d do if I got caught. And then the stupidest thing was to try to outrun the squad car that came around the corner. I’d been standing up on the same crate that I’d managed to push underneath the window of the police department locker room. My heart pounded every time I heard the door open and I crouched down so that my eyes were barely able to see over the window sill. I hadn’t seen him for almost a week now, and I’d come every night this week but one. God…I couldn’t get him out of my mind. He was unbelievable. Every time he moved, something would flex or ripple. I kept playing that one scene over and over again in my mind, savoring it…the one where I first saw him, where he bent over and stepped out of his jock and then strode out of my view and into the showers.
So when the squad car came around the corner, I ran. I was so scared. I went into the alley and tripped over a garbage can lid and went sprawling. I hit my chin hard on the concrete, but pure fear blocked the pain. I didn’t want to get caught by one of the cops and have to admit that I’d been spying on them as they stripped and showered. And most of all, I didn’t want HIM to find out that I was waiting to see him, although he must be used to it. You can’t have a body like that and not expect people to stare.
I ran blindly, turning blind corners without slowing a bit, until I finally came up against a chain link fence, and I thought about leaping up and scrambling over it, like they do in the movies, but I just gave up, and truthfully, my conscience bothered me. I just had to admit to the cop that I was a peeping tom and that I’d wanted to catch another glimpse of that huge, hairy, handsome sex god. So imagine my fear as I stopped at the fence and turned around, blinded by the headlights of the squad car. It was such a hot, sultry night, and my quick but futile run had left me breathing hard and perspiring. I stood there, resolute and frightened out of my mind, and then the headlights were extinguished and the ignition was turned off. The door opened, and a huge, dark shape arose next to the car, higher and higher, a black silhouette wearing shiny, reflective sunglasses.
It was him.
I whimpered and lowered my head. I was gonna get pounded. My fervid mind had the capacity to appreciate the irony of the situation; all week I’d waited to catch a glimpse of him, and now that he was standing in front of me, I was scared to death to look. The thought of him angry at me, or anyone for that matter, made me tremble.
The car door closed. He growled, “What the hell was that all about?” and I heard his huge boots striding toward me. This was no slow, easy walk. He was coming right up to me with the quick, fearless gait of someone who was going to smack someone across the jaw.
I readied myself. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. I looked up. Big mistake. Scary. Very scary. He walked right up to me and grabbed the front of my t-shirt and lifted. All I could do was look up into those reflective glasses and tremble, and at the same time, I marveled at the square jaw and the thickness of his chest. I couldn’t decide if he was a nightmare or a vision. He certainly was no ordinary cop. Whereas other men wore the black policeman’s uniform with short sleeves that ended at their elbows, his struggled to contain his arms and the sleeves ended just below his shoulders. Maybe there were no undershirts big enough to contain that chest, for I couldn’t see the familiar white collar at his neck. With those reflective glasses, he was more like a machine, and then I wondered why in the world he would wear them at night.
With one swift movement, he lowered me and dragged me further into a side alley. I begged him not to hurt me and he told me to shut up. I couldn’t believe the audacity that was taking place between my legs. Here I was being hauled off into a dark alley to be pummeled by a bodybuilder cop, and my cock was pounding out a stiffy. When we reached the end of the alley, he let go of my shirt and I fell to the ground. I got up slowly. He just stood there, scowling at me as though I was some disgusting bug. My knees were shaking. I thought that if I was lucky, I might just get away with a lecture, although I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had taken me in and booked me. I know what I did was wrong. I just couldn’t help myself. I felt so guilty too. A guy should be able to take a shower in peace. Just because you look like a Greek god doesn’t make you exempt from the right to privacy. I stole. I knew that’s what I had done. I’d stolen his privacy, his solitude, his respect.
“Strip,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me.” He began to unbutton his shirt. I was mesmerized. He let me watch, sneering at me from behind those glasses, and then he peeled off his shirt. Wham! My cock nearly ripped through my pants. I couldn’t take it all in. The pecs, the arms, the width of those shoulders, the waist. He could have stepped up on stage and blown away every bodybuilder known to man. And he was huge! Way, way over six feet tall. I just stood there, dumbfounded.
“I said strip,” he muttered.
I didn’t know what he was going to do to me. For a moment, I had the amusing thought that maybe he was going to stand next to me and laugh at me. I’m not skinny, but all things being relative, I felt like a shrimp next to him. I bent down and untied my shoes and kicked them off, and then I pulled my socks off. He undid his belt. I sat down on the ground and pulled my pants off, and while I was down he took advantage of my inability to run away and stepped out of his trousers. He was now wearing only his boots, his hat, his glasses, a watch, and thin cotton briefs that had no fly. A HUGE cock strained at the fabric. The whole package seemed cantilevered in front of his hips. Again, I couldn’t stop staring, but I finally tore my gaze away so that I could stand again, and remove my shirt.
“Stay down,” he said.
I looked up. He grabbed the waistband of his briefs in both fists and ripped his underwear off with one swift pull. That huge horsecock hung loose. He tossed the remains of his briefs aside and took an overhand grip on his cock and gave it a few strokes. And then he strode toward me. His massive cock slapped against his thighs as he walked. I was scared to death, but at the same time, I was hard as a rock. The sight of this man striding toward me like a conqueror, scowling, mysterious, massive, dangerous…it just took my breath away. He grabbed my shirt again, this time to keep me down, and with his other hand he grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled them roughly down to my thighs. Part of me wanted him to do it. And yet I was scared. I tried to get away. He jerked me hard. I whimpered and went still and let him pull my briefs off. Then he grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped it down the middle. Again, I succumbed to my fear. His hands were huge. I felt so small. I cried out and tried to crawl away, but he grabbed the back of my collar and ripped the shirt right off of me.
I was naked. He grabbed me by the arm, turned my around to face him and said, “Lie down.”
I pleaded with him. I said I was sorry. I begged him not to hurt me, and all the while my eyes were riveted on that huge ravager hanging between his legs, now at my eye level as I sat naked on the cool concrete. He pushed me down, and I finally resigned myself to what was going to happen. I could never take him up my ass. I couldn’t believe he was going to try. I twisted around, and lay face down on the ground.
“On your back,” he said. The few words he used and that basso profundo tone of his voice made him all the more threatening. When he spoke, it was like a tiger quietly roaring.
I twisted around to look up at him. And then he straddled me, and descended. My arms were pinned to my sides. I felt his balls touch my ribs and then his thighs enveloped me. I was trapped beneath him, and I liked it. His cock was inches from my face. I was looking up at the undersides of his hairy pecs. He grabbed his cock with one hand, and with the other he stroked his chest. He squeezed his chest together and his pecs bounced. I wanted nothing more in the entire world than the ability to free my hands and touch those fur-covered slabs of manliness. He let go of his cock and let it fall onto my neck. It was hot…and heavy. And then he leaned slightly forward and he lifted my head with one hand, while he reached back with his other hand and grabbed my little balls in his huge fist.. He squeezed them gently. I sobbed. And then I felt the warm head of his cock prodding at my lips. I understood immediately. Suck, or your balls get ripped off.
I opened my mouth and reveled at the way the meat filled my mouth. I closed my eyes and loved the head of that cock, running the rough top of my tongue around and around the head. I heard him grunt, and he pulled back. I stopped. And then he eased his cock forward again, this time further into my mouth until I was sucking on a good four inches of sex meat with another eight inches behind it. He let go of my balls and took my head in both hands and lifted, forcing his throbbing, dripping pole deeper and deeper. He rocked his hips back and forth, and then he stopped. His weight was on his knees mostly, otherwise I would have been crushed by his weight. But he was balanced above my chest, and he held my head as though he meant to crush it, as though it was nothing but a piece of meat to give him pleasure, and then he raised and lowered my head over and over again, sliding my hot, wet mouth up and down his muscular staff.
2004
STORY CONTINUES AT DAVID 145