Horse Hung Cop

By KC

Published on May 17, 2008

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My eyelids felt heavy as I drove down the highway. I had been driving for over an hour and the darkness pressing all around me seemed to increase my fatigue. This is how truck drivers must feel, I thought. I had been visiting some family about and hour and a half drive away from my home. Well, home isn't the right word. Apartment is a little more accurate. I'm only twenty years old and still in college so I didn't really have the money for any fancy housing.

It was a Saturday so I didn't have any classes today so I decided to visit my cousin. I hadn't been around any of my family much since school started so I thought the least I could do was visit them. Well, I got down there and we hung out for a bit, went out for supper. We had a pretty good time. I left there around 10 o'clock and started to make the trip home.

I wasn't one for long car rides. Ever since I was little, boredom would pull it's seductive veil around me. Even when I started driving by myself, if I was on the road for more than 20 minutes, my mind wandered to all the things that I could be doing. Needless to say, this distraction was a little dangerous. Luckily, the worst that I've been in is a fender bender.

So, my fatigue was really setting in. I was yawning every few minutes and my head started to droop. I shook my head and I remained alert for a few more minutes. I rolled down my window and blaired the music. Once again, fatigue was fought off. Still, I could feel fatigue taking over my body. I only had to stay awake for about 15 more minutes and then I could be home in my warm bed.

I turned into the deceleration lane. This exit wasn't used often because it took you off onto a country road. If I stayed on the highway for another 10 minutes, I could have went off another exit and right into town. Call me crazy, but taking the country road made more sense to me. Going down a road that had less traffic would mean less chance of a collision. Besides, it would take me the same amount of time to get to my apartment while taking this road.

So, I got onto the road and the countryside started to zoom by me. I reduced my speed slightly, although I was still going over the speed limit. For whatever reason, my fatigue started to drift away. My eyes opened wider and became alert.

My cellphone started to ring and I answered it. It was my cousin. He started telling me something about how I had forgot my debit card at his house. I sweared loudly, but it didn't really matter. I had little to no money in my account so I guess it didn't matter. I was really bad about forgetting stuff at other people's houses. I told my cousin to just keep it there and I would pick it up the next time that I came down to visit him. I shut my cellphone and brought my focus back to the road and not a moment too soon.

I slowed down as I saw a police car pulled over. His lights weren't on, but I saw the police officer outside the car, holding something to his head. He seemed unsteady on his feet. I pulled up behind the police car and got out to see if he was okay. I know, this sounds pretty stupid. Usually police officers have partners, yet if he had one, I couldn't see him. As I walked around the police car, I saw that the driver's windwo had been shattered. I walked over until I was right in front of cop. He finally realized someone was there and his hand immeadiately went to his gun. I raised my hands in front of my chest, to show I didn't have a weapon.

"What do you want?" he asked, fingers still gripping the gun.

"I saw you when I was driving and you looked kind of...unsteady?" I said lamely.

"I'm fine," he grunted.

I could now see that the thing he was holding to his head was an ice pack. His uniform was a little torn and his hair had twigs and leaves stuck in it.

"Are you sure? You don't look fine," I said pressingly.

He brought his hand off his gun and moved toward me. A surge of fear ran through me.

"Just help me over to the hood of the car," he said.

I ducked under his one arm and wrapped my arm around his back. Well, around is much as I could. We started to wobble over to the car. I looked down and his legs looked fine, but it might just be from exhaustion. We got to the car and he slid off of my and sat down on the cruiser's hood.

"Thanks kid," he said.

"Is there anything else I can do?" I asked.

He looked out into the forest of trees that lay just beyond a ditch.

"No, get going."

I was about to brush by him when I saw that there were small cuts on his hand. There was still some glass stuck him.

"I can get that glass out if you want, reduce the chance of infection."

"What are you, a fucking doctor?" he snapped.

"Still in school, but I'm not completely useless," I said.

He made quite the show of sighing loudly.

"Fine, have at it," he said, shoving his hand at me.

I took his hand in mine and started to pull out the shards of glass that I could get with my fingers. If there were anymore deeper than he would have to wait till he got to the hospital. I was nearly finished his hand when I saw that the glass continued up his arm.

"Take your shirt off," I said.

"What?!"

"There is glass going up your arm and to get it all, your shirt is going to have to be off."

He muttered to himself about the cold, but started to unbutton his uniform. He tugged himself out of one sleeve and then the other. I was surprised when I saw his bare chest. I thought cops wore something under their uniform. I started picking the glass out of his arm. I moved further up his arm and admired his biceps. He was nicely muscled, but I expected nothing less from a cop. I glance up at his face. He wasn't old by no means, probably in his early 30s. His face was rugged and stern. He had brown hair that wasn't long, but certainly messy. He had a 5 o'clock shadow.

I finally pulled the last shard of glass from his arm. Then I went to his other side. I didn't expect to find any more glass in him, but I might as well check him over while I was here. His other arm was fine and so was his chest. His beautiful chest. He had lightly defined pecs and a 6-pack. He had his chest shaved, but he had a treasure trail that surrounded his belly button and went down to his crotch. I was a trying to think of reason to get him out of his pants when he gave me a reason.

"Hey kid, I think I hurt my leg in the chase. Can you take a took at it?" he asked.

He undid his belt and threw it on top of his shirt. He raised his butt off of the car and started to pull down his pants. He kicked his shoes off and then finished taking his pants off. He dropped his pants on the pile. My eyes drank in his body. His legs were muscled and had a nice dusting of hair. His thighs were big and he wore some tight boxer briefs. There was an impressive bulge, but I couldn't let my eyes wander there to long. I got down on my knees and looked over his one leg. Nothing. I looked at his other and once again, there was nothing wrong.

"What leg did you say was hurt?" I asked.

He glanced away and said, "truth be told, I just wanted to get my pants off and get you on your knees."

My face must have turned a deep shade of red. I felt my cheeks burning and I couldn't look up at him. No matter how embarassed I was, though, my now erect cock wanted to 'get this show on the road'. I rubbed my hands up his legs and then up his thighs. I moved my face closer to his boxer briefs and I looked up at him for approval. He put a sexy grin on his face and nodded. I clamped my mouth over the bulge in his briefs and started to suck. My saliva quickly coated his briefs and I kept sucking as his dick started to respond. His cock hardened all the way and it was pretty big. It was kept against his stomach, pointing toward the sky, and the head was peeking outside the top of the briefs.

I kept sucking him through the briefs. I moved down his cock until I was at the base. By now, his briefs were clinging to his cock from all the spit. After I felt the base of his cock was wet enough, I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and started to pull them down. He pushed his ass off of the hood so I could get the briefs all the way off. I tugged and the briefs slid off his crotch and then off his legs. He sat back down, his bare ass against the hood of the car. My eyes slid over his naked form, drinking in his amazing body. I had been with men before, but this cop was the hottest, strongest, and most well hung guy I had ever seen.

I inched forward on my knees. His enormous member stood at attention before me, begging to be relieved. And who was I to deny it? My mouth enclosed the head of his manhood and my tongue swirled around and around. I heard a soft moan from the cop. My tongue teased his piss slit gently until I was rewarded with a drop of precum which I licked up greedily. My hand came up and started to jack off the part of his cock that wasn't in my mouth. I heard another moan, louder this time. I started to bob my head on his cock and then tried to force more into my throat. He was so big, I couldn't deep throat him. I got about half of his cock in my mouth before a gagged and came up for air. My hand was still jacking him furiously. I went down again, showering the head of his cock with kisses before I enclosed his throbbing meat. I his hand, heavy at the back of my head, pushing me furthur onto his dick. He also started thrusting his cock up into my mouth. Fuck, I thought, I'm going to choke! I tried to relax my throat, getting ready for the big sausage to enter my throat. He pushed my head down roughly and thrust with a lot of force. His cock hit my throat and I started to gag. My hands came up and I wrestled to get his hand off my head. He removed his hand and I came off his cock, gasping for air. He got up off of the car and came around behind me. He grabbed my around the waist and tossed me onto the hood so my still clothed ass was pointing out at him. His hands came around my waist and undid my belt and slid it out. Then his hands came back around and rubbed over my cock for a minute or two before he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of them.

"No undies, kid?" he asked, "going commando tonight? Thinking you were going to get lucky?"

I didn't bother answering, my embarassment had me tongue tied. He pushed me onto the hood so I was actually sprawled onto it. I groaned because my leaking cock was caught between the hood and my stomach. I felt him pull my buttcheeks apart and a wet finger probing my hole. I gasped as he shoved it in all the way to the knuckle.

"I won't be able to take your cock, you're too big," I said.

"You've had your chances to leave. And even now, I bet you don't want to go, do you?" he asked.

He was right. I was scared shitless of that monster cock tearing up my asshole, but at the same time thought of the pleasure, the red hot orgasm. So, I didn't move as he fingered my hole, preparing me. He added another finger and the pain made me whimper. He stretched and proded until he must have felt that I was ready. He removed his fingers and then started to lick my asshole like a mad man. It felt amazing! After my hole was dripping with his saliva, he stood up and aimed his weapon at my awaiting boy chute.

He thrusted forward, his cock pushing itself half way into my ass. I screamed. The pain was intolerable and a started to shake. His reassuring hands touched my back, slipped under my t-shirt and started to rub my back. I started to calm down, yet the pain was still there. After a few minutes he started to push in again, but gentler this time. The pain rekindled and a let out a low groan of pain. That didn't stop him. He kept pushing and pushing until I felt his wiry pubes tickling my ass. There were tears in my eyes and my breath was ragged, but I felt a sense of accomplishment, taking that giant into my ass and surviving!

He slowly started to pull out, and for whatever reason, that hurt just as much as him going in. He withdrew until only the head was in my love tunnel and then he slowly laid it back into me. I groaned again, the pain racking my body. He repeated this five or six times before the pain started to dissipate. By the tenth time he was pushing in, the pain was gone, yet I knew it would come back when he started to go faster.

"I'm fine, you can give it to me now!" I said.

"Thank God," he grunted.

Man, he is a rough fucker. The gentle strokes were gone and he was using my for all I was worth. He would pull out except for the head like before and than slam in with strength I didn't know he had. He did this over and over and the pain came back. My ass was on fire from the pain, yet all I wanted was to cum and for my police lover to cum. He started angling his thrusts differently, which he really enjoyed, groaning differently everytime. Then, he hit something in me that made me yelp out in extreme pleasure! I was seeing stars!

"That's where your love nut is," he said.

He kept fucking me, but at the same angle as my 'love nut' so he hit it everytime. I was moaning and groaning, just going crazy from the pleasure. My eyes were closed and my body seemed to be tensing from the ecstacy his cock was giving me. His grunts started to get more erratic, and his pace changed. I knew he was close to cumming. A few more strokes of my love nut and I was shooting off, all over the hood of his car. My asshole tightened on his prick and he swore loudly than roared as I felt his warm man juice fill me up. He collapsed on top of me, our brreathing laboured and panting.

After a few moments, he slid out of my hole and his cum started to leak out of me. He went and started to get dressed. I slid off of the hood. I had done quite a number on the car. The hood was splattered with my cum! I grabbed my clothes, but my cop lover told me to stop. He made me bend over and he licked and sucked all of his cum out of my hole until I was completely clean. Then we kissed, and I tasted my ass and his cum on his lips. He then went over to his car and licked off all my cum. He finished getting dressed and so did I. I told him where I lived and that a visit from the cops wouldn't be so bad. He laughed and said that next time he would bring his partner. We parted ways and I got back in my car to make the trip home.

*Okay, I think that this wasn't that bad of a story.

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