Night Patrol

By DogBone

Published on Apr 27, 2008

Gay

Nothing feels as exhilarating as stepping on the accelerator of a police cruiser with an Interceptor engine on an open interstate late at night. With my legs spread wide, the window down, and the top buttons of my uniform shirt open, I feel alive! The cool night air rushes through the car as I glance down at the speedometer. Hitting 95 mph I ease up on the accelerator as I adjust the placement of my aching cock. Five days without any relief causes my cock to

swell at the slightest touch. Yeah, I have a hair trigger tonight that's for

sure. Pulling my hand away as I begin to swell to full hardness, I run my hand through my sharp crew cut and swear tonight I will make time to jack off. I 'm alone on the mountain stretch of west bound interstate except for a passing 18 wheeler heading east. As the watch the trucks trailer lights disappear in my rearview mirror, I scan my computer monitor. It's extremely quiet tonight and I'm enjoying the last hours of my patrol stress free. Reaching for my coffee mug I swallow a big drink as I look ahead at the open road. As soon as I replace my mug in its holder, I see a large pickup truck in the distance entering the interstate. Removing my foot from the accelerator completely, I let the cruiser drop in speed as I watch and wait. At this time of night I always know that there is a potential to make the state some money. Most people never would suspect that a state trooper is on this stretch of dead road at this time of night. I smile to myself knowing that I have done this a million times. 6 out of 10 times, I always get the chance to write a citation. Buttoning my shirt buttons again, I settle into "ready mode" as I hang back and observe. Quickly I am rewarded with a lane swerve. Itching to "light him up" I wait and gather more evidence as I slowly approach. When I am within reading distance of his plates I type the numbers in my computer. Running the tag I find no violations as I check the vehicles owner's name. As I glance back up from the computer, I see the truck swerve again and I have had enough. Instantly the

night sky turns red and blue as the lights above me light up. I am disappointed somewhat when the vehicle slows down and pulls off the right side of the road. I'm always hoping for a high-speed chase to get the adrenaline pumping!

As the pickup truck slows to a stop, I pull in behind him and position my cruiser to avoid myself being hit by a possible drunk driver. As I gather my hat

and flashlight, I unbuckle the clip on my gun as I get out. I always have to be prepared for anything when you walk up on a vehicle. You never know what to expect or who is in the vehicle your pulling over. As I slowly approach the driver's door, I hit my high intensity flashlight. As a driver's window rolls down, my heart always beats faster. Shining the light into the driver's face I can scan the inside of the vehicle quickly as he tries to block his eyes. Seeing that he is at least alone I feel less edgy and bark the usual, "Hands where I can see them. Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?" He's instantly nervous as I see his hands shake slightly. Inventorying everything as I watch him rise up slightly, he tells me he's reaching for his billfold. I do my normal thing where I place my hand on the top of my gun as I tell him to proceed. When he pulls the wallet up he shows me it before he opens it. I see pictures of young kids as he fishes in different pockets for his license. As he hands them to me I stand at ease as I am getting a better feeling about whom I am dealing with. An officer has to trust those inter feelings sometimes. I again shine my bright flashlight into his eyes as I verify he is

the person pictured in the photo. As his head turns slightly from the bright light, I can see he hasn't shaved in a few days. Moving the bean of light away from his face I shine it in his crotch area to be sure he doesn't have anything between his legs. It's a great way an officer can check out another man's package and get away with it. The minute I saw this driver I was impressed with his manliness. Standing on my tiptoes I check out the large wad in the right of his dirty blue jeans that only made me more impressed. As I moved my light back up and shinned it on his white tee shirt, I could see the darkness of a really hairy chest under the fabric. Checking out his collar I see strands of thick black hair protruding out the area below his Adams apple. Feeling my buddy in my trousers beginning to wake up I knew it was time to move on to different thoughts. Now was integrating time for this guy. Again I asked, "You know why I pulled you over tonight?" He stuttered a bit as he began to talk. Moving closer to the window I smelled his breath as he offered up, "I `m sorry officer, but I don't know why you pulled me over?" I knew I had something here when I smelled beer on his breath. I explained I saw him drifting over the road lines and that he didn't signal when he entered the interstate. I didn't mention the beer I smelled on his breath in hopes he would be honest with me. I started my regular questions about where he was coming from and where he was headed. He explained he had just gotten off an overtime shift at the coal mining operation down the mountain. Shinning the light over him again I could see the ruminates of black coal dust on his neck and the sides of his face. I again enjoyed the view this guy was giving me and knew I now had a good jack off memory to use later tonight. I excused myself as I told him I was going back to run his license and for him to sit tight and relax. As I walked back to my patrol car I had to adjust the placement of my half hard cock so it didn't show too much. Laying my hat atop the cruiser I sat with the door open as I ran his license. As I waited for the information to return I studied his picture and mouthed his first name,

Hank. Double-checking his date of birth, he was the same age as myself, 36. In the privacy of my car I said openly as I looked at his picture again, "You' re a dam good-looking fucker Hank!" "If only I could have a roll in the sack with you sometime," I mumbled to myself as I caught myself rubbing my aching cock again. When the info updated, Hank didn't have any outstanding tickets or warrants. I half expected to see a warrant for back child support, as most young guys in this area seem to have. Satisfied I was dealing with a regular Joe here, I exited my car and approached his truck again. As I walked up I could see him checking me out in his large side-view mirror. When I got to the side of his truck cab I banged on the side loudly with my hand as I spoke, "Sir, could you get out of your vehicle for me?" He complied quickly as I watched him get out and close his door. Standing at about 6 feet tall and looking all the more masculine, I told him the usually thing about having to check him for weapons and asked him to face his vehicle. I always know this makes everyone super nervous and I explain this is normal procedure. As he places his hands on the side of his truck and I step behind him, I force his legs wider apart. This helps me in the event for some reason a suspect wants to run. Like everyone else, Hank wants to know if he's being arrested for something? As I start my pat down of his body I tell him I will answer that question once I'm done. I start at his neck and do my usual body search. Moving closer to

him I can smell the slight smell of underarm odor and cigarettes that mixes with the night air smell of diesel exhaust. I can tell he has been truthful that he worked a shift. It doesn't help that I find that scent super attractive on a guy and loose my focus for a second as I check the waistband of his tight jeans. Running my fingers around the waistband I can feel the slight beginnings of a beer belly. Normally I don't check a guy's crotch too well for hidden weapons, but tonight I did a through check. My fingers accidentally darted between the spaces the buttons of 501 jeans fly have. In an instant I could tell he was wearing cotton underwear. As I fully and quickly check out the large lump his cock and balls make, both my hands move around the cheeks of his rounded ass. I feel the warmness of his body under his ball sack area of his crotch. Moving quickly down the sides of both his legs, I check the tops of his open unlaced boots. Satisfied, I ask him to turn around. As he leans back against his truck with his arms folded, I explain that I think he has had too much to drink tonight. Like a boxer that has just heard the

bell ring, Hank comes out arguing fast. I quickly know how to defuse the situation and offer that I will forgo the Breathalyzer test, cutting him a break

if he can pass the field sobriety test. He thinks for a few minutes and then

offers up that he had two beers with the guys after shift. He told me he was

afraid to tell me fearing he would be charged with drunk driving. Right away he stared pleading for his life explaining if his wife finds out, he's dead!

I listened to his story as I always do, hoping somehow his might be different then all the others I hear everyday. Two beers, hell it's more like 6 beers is usually how it turns out. When he was done talking I again mentioned that all he has to do is pass the sobriety test and he was free to go. Looking worried but shaking his head ok, I asked him to follow me to the front of my cruiser. Checking to be sure no traffic was coming, I asked him to walk toe to toe on the straight line that marked the shoulder. As he turned and walked a few feet away from me I saw him stumble. I know from experience he couldn't pass this test and leaned against the front of my car waiting for the results. He started off great getting three steps together before he tipped sideways. I offered him the chance to try again, and he moved back to where he started. This time was no better and I moved towards him as I reached behind my back for my handcuffs. "Sir, sorry to say your under arrest for DUI as I grabbed his right arm and slapped the cuff in place." To his credit he didn't fight me any. As I pulled his other hand behind his back and cuffed it also. I couldn't help but notice the thickness of the hair on his muscular arms. I enjoyed feeling the warmth and firmness of a real man 's arm. As I slowly moved him to the front of my cruiser, he again started to

plead his case. I told him to stand still as I moved away and opened my car door to get my paperwork. I could tell he was super depressed and he had every right to be. DUI is a very serious offence these days. As I laid my ticket book on the hood of my car and started asking questions for the forms, he started plea-bargaining. He begged on the brotherhood of mountain men and the fact it was his first time ever doing anything like this. I feel sorry for some guys in this situation and Hank struck that note in me tonight. As I continued to ask form questions he begged for mercy even offering up his weeks pay check in his wallet if I would let him go tonight. That was the point where I had to tell him if he says

anything like that again I would have to charge him with trying to bribe an officer! He quickly shut his mouth and stared at the ground. He quietly cussed to himself as he kicked a stone into the brush along the shoulder. As I told him I was going to radio in for a tow truck to tow his vehicle, he really got desperate. "Please officer, I'm begging you! Isn't there anything I can do to stop all the craziness tonight?" "Sorry Sir was my response. You should of thought of all this before you got in your truck after you had been drinking." Cold as I can be I explained that I would be taking him over to the hospital for a blood test tonight after his truck was towed. I asked if his keys were still in his ignition? Shaking his head no he said they were in his front jeans pocket. As I walked up to him I broke the beam of light my headlights made against the back of his truck. I could feel the heat coming off my radiator as I moved against him and felt which pocket the keys were in. Finding the key lump in his right pocket, I moved my hand inside his tight pocket. Face to face with him I breathed in his scent again as my fingers moved deeper. Just as I found the key ring, Hank spoke quietly to me. "I'm desperate here officer, you understand that right?" I nodded my head yeah as I pulled the keys from his pants. "Please isn't there something we can

work out here. Man to man I'm begging officer." He moved his hips forward and his crotch rubbed against mine and whispered low, please, I'll do anything." I stood still face to face with him, as I looked him fully in the eyes. If he was a women and she moved against me like that, I'd haul her in on charges fast. I hate when a women tries to get out of a ticket offering that. But this was different; this was the kind of offers I wished I got more often. As I continued to look him in the eyes I spoke, "That's a pretty big offer from a drunk driver to a state trooper, I answered." He grinded himself against my crotch again and humped. "I don't have anything else to offer you officer, I'm truly willing to do anything to get out of all this." I was so fucking horny I didn't know if Hank could feel my cock was now fully standing at attention. Against my better judgment I felt my hand moving against the front of his jeans. Finding the lump I had checked out earlier, I began to rub it slowly. When he didn't pull away or react at all, I got braver. I undid the top button on his jeans and one button on his fly. I reached my hand inside his underwear and found his cock lying in a thick bed of warm moist crotch hair. As I traced his cock he began to swell. "If that's what you want officer, I'm willing let you blow me if I can get out of these charges," he spoke softly. Quickly I answered asking if he was shocked that I wanted to? He shook his head no saying, "All us mountain guys know the score. You do what you have to do to survive." I was impressed with his answer and told him I was willing to deal. I agreed to drop the charges if he was willing and never spoke of this to anyone. He shook his head yes again as I continued to slowly finger his head. "We going to do it here, he asked as I felt him relax some?" As I pulled my hand from his pants, I answered no. Buttoning his jeans back up I said, "I have a place where no one will bother us." Reaching in my shirt pocket, I found the cuff key and let him know I was going to remove them. I told him before I did so that I trusted he wouldn't do anything stupid and that I still had his driver's license. We had an agreement and I expected him to honor it. I watched him nod his head yes from behind as I moved to unlock the first cuff. "You fuck up here on me now Hank and your ass will be grass," I whispered in his ear. Once the first cuff was removed he stood still as I unlocked the other arm. Once he was free, he rubbed his wrists and turned around and told me he never knew cuffs hurt so badly! There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as we stood together before he spoke again. "I swear officer I need to piss really bad!" I told him to walk off the edge of the shoulder and piss into the grass as I

turned and headed for the back of my patrol car. Opening the trunk I got out

some flares and moved back up the side of the car to position them on the ground behind his truck. I watched him as I saw a large arch of piss coming from him. I stopped to watch him shake it off and stuffed it back into his jeans. I was so boned up I could hardly walk as I set the flares up. Getting back in my cruiser, I opened my door and told Hank to get in the front passenger side. As we both got in I closed my door and killed my warning lights. I dropped the transmission in drive and floored the pedal. Hank was thrust into the back of his seat as the car roared down the interstate. Quickly he asked where we were going and how long would we be gone. He worried his wife might wakeup and wonder where he was. I told him of a pull off between both lanes of road just a few miles ahead. I laughed and told him it's where I setup radar some nights. "Let that be a lesson for you not to speed through that area also," I said as I turned and looked at him. I still couldn't believe my luck bagging a guy like him tonight. I knew I was being crazy and stupid, but I would deal with that later I thought. I took him in sitting in the seat beside me with his legs spread wide and looking relaxed. Looking back at me with a shit-eating grin on his face he spoke, "My first time in a police car. Never thought in a million years I would be in one heading for a blow job off a police officer." He rubbed his crotch slightly as the sound of his voice changed. "Thanks again for cutting me this break. I promise I will never drink again and drive." He quickly became interested in the equipment I had all around me. Asking questions about my dashboard camera, the kind of shotgun I had locked between the seats, shit like that. It was great to talk about guy stuff with a man I was about to drain his nuts. He didn't seem the least bit bothered that we were

headed to an area where we were going to have sex. He looked and acted like he was looking forward to it. Within minutes I saw my regular pull off and slowed the cruiser and moved to the left shoulder. Turning onto a tree lined gravel road, I moved to the center of the well-hidden area. Putting the car in park, I turned off my engine and headlights. As I clicked the door open just a little I looked over at him and asked. "Are you still willing to settle your DUI this way"? "I'm ready and willing," he said. "I have to warn you though, my sack is really hanging heavy. Haven't had sex with the wife all week, so I'm looking forward to loosing theses blue balls of mine." Before I got out I confessed I was in the same boat as he was and that I was thinking with my dick head instead of the one between my shoulders tonight. Told me he understood and that it sounds like we both are going to get something we wanted badly tonight. Both of us got out at the same time. I removed my uniform shirt and my gun belt as Hank watched me undress. Next thing I knew he was pulling his tee shirt over his head. In the bright moonlight I could see the thickness of the chest and belly hair he had. I then saw him undoing the front of his pants like he was going to take them off. "Hank, you don't have to take your cloths off," I yelled softly. "I just didn't want to take the chance you'd shoot cum on my uniform shirt." He nodded his yes as he answered back, "Where we doing this?" "Back of the car I answered back as I began to move." We stood together for a few uncomfortable seconds as we took each other in. I spoke next when I asked him drop his pants and hop up on the trunk lid. He complied quickly as he moved his jeans and underwear below his hips and they feel to the tops of his boots. He hopped up on the car's truck and spread his legs wide as he leaned both arms behind himself for support. His cock was already half hard as it lay back against his hairy lower belly. I couldn't see his balls because they were hidden in the darkness of the night. I crouched down some before him and my mouth went for his cock head. I tasted stale piss instantly as I wet the head and tongued around the crown of the mushroom head. He swelled up fast as I began to work his piss slit. I was able to get in about a half inch deep as I probed the opening. Already he was oozing slick, salty tasting slime that I savored. As I moved my mouth lower on his shaft, he moved his hips up off the truck lid to get in me deeper. This guy really was on fire and I knew he wouldn't last long. My noise was surrounded by thick hair that tickled as I took him deeper. Breathing deep I smelled the aroma of a workingman. My left hand went to cup his ball sack as my right hand undid the top of my pants and lowered my zipper. His balls were large and felt like two golf balls in my hand. Course hair covered his sack and blended with his thick crotch hair. As he swelled fully hard in my mouth I had to back off some or choke. He was a good seven inches compared to my six. As I started to do my magic with my mouth and tongue he began to moan. My right hand had dug in my jockey shorts by now and I was pumping my shaft in the same motion as I milked his. I had to back of on the tight grip I had on my own or else I would loose my nut before he lost his. Hank again moved his hips up off the cars trunk lid and fucked my mouth as I sucked. I could tell he was getting closer as his balls were drawing tighter against himself and his precum flow was increasing. As I started to apply more suction and began to milk him for all I had I heard him moan out, "Work my head more!" As I tightened the grip on my shaft again and moved to licking and sucking on his cock head I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. Then suddenly I felt him fire off one really thick hot squirt that hit the back of my throat and made me gag for a second. Moan after moan he made was followed by a thick shot fired off. I swallowed as fast as I could but couldn't stop from chocking once and cum ran out my noise. Not even caring if I couldn't breath I continued to swallow all he offered me as my own cock begin to shoot. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as my own load dumped. It was one of the most intense nuts I have had in a long time. As Hank fell back fully on the car I continued to lick and taste the thick flow that dribbled from his slit. I continued to gently rub his ball sack in my hand as he slowly wet soft. I licked the sides of his shaft and deep into the thick hair at the base of his cock to collect any cum that I missed. I licked the top of his nuts as if to thank them for all they gave me. When I came up for air, Hank had his arms folded behind his head smiling down at me. He spread his legs wider and hooked his boots on the cars bumper. "God Dam, you get it all don't you," he spoke with pride! I squeezed his soft shaft once more and worked a small white drip to the tip. Bending back down between his legs I licked the last drop from the piss slit. Standing back up I slapped the side of his exposed hips. "Dam you were right, that load was thick and lumpy," I laughed. As I stuffed my soft cock back in my underwear and pulled my pants back into place I told him we better get moving. He agreed and sat up and shook his head. "I wish a women could give head that good. That's the best head I ever had and I'm not lying here." As he stood up he stumbled forward right into me. I grabbed him in a hug to keep him from falling flat on his face. So here we were face to face and I'm holding him tight to me. The next thing I knew he's wrapping his arms around my chest and giving me a bear hug. I'm caught off guard when he rubs his scruffy face against mine and whispers in my ear. "Honest, thanks for giving me a break and for giving me the best blow job I ever had. He rubbed and then patted my back before pulling slightly away from me." I go with the moment and lightly rub his chest and trace his treasure trail down to his groin as I whisper back to him, "You smell fucking great you know that and your one dam fucking sexy guy. Anyone tell you that lately?" I can't see in the darkness but I knew he was blushing as he shifted his weight from side to side as I continued to stroke him. "No ones ever said that to me," he answers in a very sexy tone. "This doesn't have to be the last time for us you know. I could take care of you whenever you need some if you want." He looks away from me and then slowly looks back at me as he answers, "I have the wife and kids you know. Doesn't feel right cheating on them." I cup his balls and shake his soft cock and move in closer to him, "They don't have to know. This is between you and I. Think about it" I pull away from him and tell him to get dressed as I move back towards the drivers door. Opening the door and getting my shirt off the seat I dress as I

watch him pull his pants back up and turn to take another piss. I can hear the strong stream hitting the dry ground as I button my shirt. He moves back towards the passenger door and opens it and gets back in. Sitting shirtless as I get back in fully dressed, I start the car. We pull back onto the interstate and I again floor the car. We drive in silence as I look over at him. His left arm propped up on the back of the seat; I can see his thick armpit hair from the glow of my computer screen. The flares I lit are still glowing brightly as we approach his truck off in the distance. As I get closer I hit my overhead lights and pull back in behind his vehicle. Putting the car in park I ask if he's ok? He nods his head yeah and tells me he's just thinking things through. I reach in my pocket and pull out my note pad. Writing down my cell phone number I hand it to him and tell him to call me if he ever needs relief again. I jot down my first name also and reach my arm over with the note. He takes it willingly as he grabs his tee shirt off the floorboards. I extend my arm again for a handshake and he grips my hand. We both squeeze hard and smile at each other. As he opens the door I ask if he will ever call sometime? As he gets out he leans back in and offers, "I aint saying I won't!" He slams the door and I watch him walk slowly back to his truck. He turns and looks at me as he pulls his tee shirt back on. He opens his truck door and hesitates before he gets in. He then turns to me, waves and gives me the thumbs up sign. I drop my car back in gear and pull around him and give my siren a few short bursts and floor the car. Pulling away I look back in my mirror and wonder if I will hear from him again. Digging my tongue around my teeth and gums I find a few remnants of his load and taste him again. Pulling in my driveway after shift I walk around the back of my patrol car and notice dried streams of my own cum on my tails lights and bumper. I massage my crotch as I head in the front door.

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