Precinct Visit Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Precinct Visit
Fuck, I'd only taken the class because all my buddies had told me how easy it was. See, I was the stereotypical dumb jock - tall, buff and blonde. Maybe not so much dumb, but I certainly didn't give a shit about classes. The only things that mattered to me were baseball, fucking and beer, in that order. I'd gotten into State on a full-ride baseball scholarship, and the generous stipend was supplemented by all the under-the-table perks that the university's auxiliary athletic association gave its top athletes. As a star player on the varsity team, I never had to pay for a meal in the town's restaurants or pay for much of anything for that matter. Life was sweet.
Only my GPA was sinking faster than the Titanic. Coach didn't give a fuck about our studies but he didn't give a fuck about the NCAA rules. I had to get a couple of As if wanted to still play next year. That's how I ended up in Sociology 100. It was intended for Sociology majors, to help them decide what careers they might pursue, but word quickly spread how fucking easy the course was, and the enrollment had ballooned to over a hundred each semester, mostly packed with lazy jocks like me. My teammate and best bud Frank had taken it last term. He said all the teaching assistants were these mousy female graduate students who were so easy to manipulate. All you had to do was give them a sincere jock smile and it didn't matter how late your paper was.
Well, I guess the department head caught on to what was going on, because now I was in the hardest class I'd taken at State. Shitloads of reading, pop quizzes every class, and a huge research paper that's still hanging over my head. And my TA was one of the sociology profs, Michael Gardner, who let us know in the first week that he wouldn't be a pushover. He was an arrogant prick; even when giving his lectures his mouth seemed to be formed in a condescending smirk that let us know he thought we were a bunch of idiots. It was too late for me to find another course that would fulfill my requirements, so I was stuck sitting in the lecture hall listening to that bastard.
And staring at him, too. I hated to admit it, but something about this guy turned me on. He was medium height, about 40, with grey-green eyes and salt and pepper hair slightly long on the top. His perfect white teeth meant that even his smart-ass grin got my dick going. He always wore a suit without the tie. His chest filled our his pressed blue or white shirt, and whenever he turned to write on the board, my gaze got lost in his tight ass trapped in his well-fitted trousers. Even his hands, had long, thick strong fingers, and the gold wedding band sent my mind racing with the idea of my teacher's long dick screwing the hell out of his wife. I had to lean back in my seat and spread my jock legs wide to give my cock room to grow in my shorts.
I was so lost in watching Prof. Gardner that I almost didn't catch our instructions for the next week.
"All right class, next week we're beginning our section on criminology. Read chapter 5 in the textbook, and instead of meeting for regular section, we're going to go down to the Third Precinct to hear from detectives who have backgrounds in sociology. Directions will be on the course website."
The precinct chief stood before us, short and built like a fireplug. He looked Italian, and clearly was a hairy man. If he had shaved that morning, his beard stubble had already come back in full force.
"...Glad to have you here at the precinct today. I'm Chief Jones; I'm a career cop just like my father was. Didn't go to college, so I can't give you much insight into the field of criminology, but I'm gonna introduce you to Detective Michael Mahoney, who had a sociology background before going to police academy and joining the force..."
A tall, red-headed man came from behind the Chief and started speaking to us. Detective Mahoney spoke about his training and how long he'd been on the force, but what caught my eye was a man in the back office. My sightline went straight through the doorway and to this officer who sat against the wall talking to another policeman who was out of my vision. This man was in a jovial mood, talking and laughing while he drank his coffee, occasionally he would look my way and smile as our eyes locked.
This cop was a vision of pure masculinity. His solid, chiseled face was matched by a head of tousled light brown hair, trimmed quite short on the sides and back. You could tell the man was the sort who had to shave every day, maybe even multiple times a day, as a faint shadow lay underneath his smoothly shaved skin. Maybe it was my imagination, but even from where I was standing I could smell his aftershave and cologne, deep musky masculine smells that drew my hunger toward him like a moth to its mate.
Huge muscles filled his pale blue-gray polyester uniform, stretching the short sleeves taut and obscenely packing the thighs of the uniform pants. He was the biggest, most amazing specimen of powerful male mass I'd ever seen, a fucking musclegod, squeezed into his tight cop outfit. His sinewy forearms twitched and his big guns flexed involuntarily as he sat in the office chair that was too small for his built 6-foot-two frame.
As Mahoney talked on, this cop stared right at me. Jolts of electric lust would start in my groin and shoot all over my body. He smirked, winked right at me, then spread those tree-trunk legs wide.
The size of the spear trapped inside those uniform pants took my breath away. It was a fuckstick to be reckoned with, longer than any I'd ever seen or even dreamed existed. I didn't know if this officer was fully hard or not, but I did know that a giant protuberance in the left leg of his pants pushed up over the muscle mass of the thigh, and continued down the curve of his quads to about four inches above the knee. And a big fat nutsac bulged right where the two thighs met.
Shit, I popped a boner right there. I knew that this cop could tell exactly where I was staring, could tell how hard he was making me right there in the precinct lobby, surrounded by all my classmates. He just chucked as he drank his coffee, and with his other hand reached down to squeeze his crotch.
"And if you follow me down this hall, I'll show you the east wing, where we do all of our in-house lab work."
It was Mahoney's Irish accent snapping me out of my lust. I looked up and there were two deep-blue cop eyes staring right into mine, a knowing gleam hiding beneath their cool, gruff exterior. Shit, I'd been busted checking out one of the city's finest! I'm sure my jock bod went red from head to toe.
Reluctantly I pulled my gaze away from the muscle cop in the back office and followed the rest of my class on their tour. That's not to say my dick went down in the least. For the next fifteen minutes, I tried to cover the crotch of my loose shorts with my hands while listening to the rest of the tour. And I made sure to remain in the very back of the class so no one but Mahoney could see me.
I was straggling behind a little in fact as we walked down the hall, and as we turned a corner, I felt a strong hand grab my right bicep. With sudden force I was jerked back the other direction. I'm not a weak guy, but the strength and surprise of the tug had my body flying back.
Right into the hard wall of the muscle cop's chest. I could tell this officer wore no T-shirt underneath his unifrom, the heat just radiated from the mass of flesh pressed up tight against me, and the aroma of pure, pumped up male wafted through the light-blue material.
I was a couple inches taller than this stud, so I was able to look down, right down into the deepest brown eyes and a fuck-hungry look that devoured me. Possessed me like a prize for the taking. I'm used to being a big stud on campus, but somehow it was like this hulk of a man was looking right past that, deep into me.
"I thought I'd introduce myself," the deep husky voice finally said. Shit, that smile was so fucking sexy. "Officer Masterson, vice detail."
"Nice to meet you sir," I said, my body still pressed against his. My cock was really acting up now, throbbing against his crotch. "My name's Bill."
"Pleasure to meet you Bill," Masterson said in a lusty smirk. "I have a friend who wants to meet you as well."
Fuck, when he unzipped his uniform trousers, I thought I'd die. His hand went right into the crotch and down deep to grab the hard shaft trapped in his suitleg. Out came the biggest, nastiest piece of dick I'd ever seen. At least 8 inches in circumference and 11 inches long. It was a behemoth, topped with the hottest, thickest piece of foreskin imaginable. Part of it stretched tight over the swollen cockhead, and the rest continued up past the cocklength to bunch up over the dicktip. The officer's big paw gripped the shaft and tugged back at the cop cock, pulling the skin in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion that revealed more of his slick, horny cockhead.
"Yeah, boy, I knew you'd like a good uncut one." I looked into his eyes, and the surge of electricity connected us.
"Oh, sir, you're so fucking hot," I groaned as I ground my mouth against his rough lips. Skillfully, he parted mine and pushed and probed with his smooth, wet powerful tongue. He gripped the back of my head and deep-frenched me, asserting his dominance over my cocky jock body, letting me know that his eleven inches was calling all the shots here. I was happy to comply.
"Jesus, kid," the lusty cop said as he came up for air. "You're a hot fucking sight. Just my type..." His hot lips attacked the skin on my bullneck. "...Tall buff jock...big college lug...Ready for cop dick... yeah, I saw the way you threw a boner look at my big fucking dick... Jock boy wants it all, huh?"
"Ah, yes, sir..." I muttered.
"Wants it all right here in this dirty police precinct hallway."
"Yes officer." Rough cop hands gripped the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down, exposing my naked ass to the cool airconditioning. Goosebumps formed all over the muscle flesh.
The policeman's warm hands grabbed my smooth cheeks, hissing in appreciation. "Fuck, then you're gonna get it, kid." Those powerful arms gripped mine and turned my body around so that I was facing the cold brick wall. Officer Masterson's hot form pressed insistently into my backside, his hot wet cock nestled deep in my jock ass crevice, spreading its pre-fuck goo all over my tight pucker. I knew I was about to get reamed and reamed hard. I was nervous, anxious what that giant cuntsplitter of his would do to my inexperienced ass. Nervous of how rough this cop could get. I was nervous, and horny as hell.
The blunt round tip of the huge cockhead indented my sphincter and lodged itself right in the overheated entrance of my rectum.
"So warm," Masterson growled, "...so fucking tight..."
"That's it, sir," I encouraged. "Fuck that ass. It's yours, man."
"Yeah, bud?"
"Yeah, man."
"Remember that boy, cause if I'm gonna own your jock ass, I'm gonna take my time to break it in."
"Yes, sir, just fuck me, I'm so hot for it," I pleaded, no longer caring if anyone was around to hear or see us.
"I can see your hips move, Bill. Bucking that fine ass against my meat. So hot for your cop's meat." A stern forearm pressed against the small of my back, pushing me flush against the cold cement. "But college boy has to learn who's calling the shots."
"You are, sir."
"Good boy. Now, stud, reach back and pull those firm ass cheeks apart. Yeah, that's it, spread them open for your new man. Fuck, you're gonna be doing that a lot from now on, spreading them wide for your horsehung cop fuck."
"Ooh, yes sir." I was crying tears of full, hardon lust.
I felt the massive cop shift in his position behind me. "OK. Now, boy, do you feel it?"
"What, sir?"
He didn't answer, just wrapped his left arm firmly around my chest and licked at the nape of my neck. Then I felt it. The foreskin of his cock gently touching my asslips. Softly. Sensually. Over and over. The fucker was jerking his cock, while his head wasn't even fully lodged in my ass.
"Shit!" I moaned as my ass muscles went wild, and the lips of my puckered hole contracted, kissing his foreskin in reciprocal motion to the soft massage his cockskin was giving me.
"There, kid, let that fine ass feel it. You're not ready for my dick. Not yet. But this cop's got time, time to take his boy's ass and take it right. Work that hole til you're so fucking horny, so ready to be taken rough and raw. That's it, kid, milk my big fat dickhead, feel how wet it is against your hole? Yeah, that's how much you big, muscle jocks turn me on."
"Yeah, officer, I can feel that leaking cop dick right at my hole...making me hot for it...don't think I've ever been so hot for it."
"Me neither kid...so fucking nasty, jacking my dick right here in the station hallway. Jacking with my dick trapped deep in between your cheeks. Working it...oh shit!"
Masterson lost it and the first cop discharge went straight into my hole. The heat was incredible. Long, thick ropes of police sperm shot out and filled my rectum , as this hunk of a man jerked his giant shaft over and over. I didn't know that men could shoot so much spunk, the fucker's balls seemed to pump for minutes, smasming and when I thought the last of the spurts had come, Masterson would shake and grunt behind me then more of his virile seed would discharge into my guts. I don't know how much of his juice I had up in me, but it felt damn incredible. Quickly and desperately, I fisted my cock and in ten seconds, my own thick load was coming up, spurting out all over the brick wall. I heaved and shot while my cop stud wrapped his thick arm around my shoulder and encouraged me.
"That's it Bill, shoot that load. I wanna see how much fuck juice you carry in those big jock balls of yours. Oooh, looks like a real man's load. Nice healthy spunk. Just think how much you'll shoot when I'm dicking your tight ass. Filling you up. Priming your butt for more cop juice. Yeah, boy, that's it..."
As we came down, our lips locked once more, then Masterson pulled away and stuffed his cock back into his uniform. The bulge, while not as big as before, was still obscene. He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a piece of paper to hand me. I opened up the folded paper and read the writing. It had his number written on it.
"Hell, I was just gonna give you this," he smiled. "Guess when I felt you against my body, I couldn't control myself."
"So fucking hot," was all I could manage to say as I pulled my shorts back up. I'm sure my class had already left. Already the big cop was walking away, giving me a view of the roundest, most beautiful ass.
"You're pretty fucking hot yourself, Bill." He called out. "Give me a call."
Of course I would.