1. The Throbbing Beat

Officer Daniel Rawbone’s eyes narrowed as he watched the small Honda speed away from the Throbbing Beat Bar. He had seen the two provocatively-dressed blond boys exit the bar arm-in-arm, laughing familiarly before getting into the car and driving away. Damn faggots. Daniel started his patrol car and gunned the big V6 engine, spinning the rear tyres as he swung out of the parking lot in pursuit. They were speeding along The Narrows — a long stretch of dark road — before he caught up with the Honda to pull them over, the lights from his red and blues flashing all over the dark fields beyond the trees that lined the road.

“License and registration.” He ordered grimly through the car’s open window, switching on his flashlight to reveal the young boy’s scared face as he did so. The boy needn’t have worried. Officer Rawbone’s bark was worse than his bite. He just wanted to rattle these boys a bit. Make them see that they weren’t invisible. Maybe they should reconsider their degenerate lifestyle. He lowered the beam of his flashlight to check again what they were wearing, although he had studied them both pretty closely as they walked out of the bar. The boys who frequented the Throbbing Beat had a sort of uniform in these warm summer evenings — very tight jean shorts that revealed the shape of their asses and bulged obscenely at the front. Disgusting. These boys were no exception. The driver seemed particularly well-endowed.

“Was I speeding, Officer?” The boy asked tremulously.

“I didn’t get a clear reading.” Daniel muttered. “Just a warning this time. Keep the speed down, OK? And don’t drink and drive.” He let the relieved boys go and went back to the patrol car to douse the lights as the red tail lights disappeared down the lane. He felt strangely agitated, and was surprised to realize he was sporting an erection. Something about those pretty boys in tight shorts seemed to have this effect on him.

Damn them.

But it wasn’t the first time. This had happened before. He remembered the Latino guy in the white jeans very clearly. He had pulled him over that night and ordered him to step out of the car. His tight jeans were obscene. Disgusting, really. Full of throbbing man meat with obviously no underwear. Daniel could see the clear outline of his big dick pressing up against the soft, stretchy fabric which molded itself to the guy’s very impressive manhood.

“I need to check you for drugs. And weapons. Turn and face the vehicle, and put your bands on the roof.” Rawbone ordered. He had felt his way up the boy’s legs, gripping his leg muscles and palming his tight buttocks thoroughly in order to check for drugs in his back pockets. Then he had done a prolonged search of the boy’s inner thighs, forcing the guy’s legs apart and sliding his hands all the way up until he could feel the curve of the guy’s butt and the bulge of his balls right at the top of his thighs.

After releasing the boy with a warning, Daniel sat in his cruiser and lit up the joint he had confiscated from the gay boy’s cup holder. He inhaled deeply as he massaged the throbbing erection between his legs. Damn it felt good. He unzipped himself and let the drug flow through his body as he released his cock from his pants and started to pleasure himself. He thought angrily about the tight white jeans and how outraged he was that young men went around with no underwear and such revealing pants. Officer Rawbone had not been able to stop himself — he had masturbated in the patrol car, creaming over his uniform pants which he’d had to put straight in the wash when he got home. He was rock hard even now as he remembered that night.

His eyes flicked to the mirror as another car’s headlights came into view, travelling too fast. A silver Acura with just one occupant sped past. He pulled out after it, accelerating to catch up with it before switching on his light bar again. The Acura pulled into the entrance of a farm track and stopped. Daniel walked to the window and shone his flashlight first onto the driver’s legs then his bulging crotch. He wore a cutoff shirt that left his stomach bare, and incredibly tight, faded jeans.

Another one, Daniel thought in irritation, letting his beam dwell on the young man’s nipple rings that protruded through the clingy material of his black T-shirt, before illuminating his well-groomed face. Daniel had to admit the guy was very good-looking in an effeminate sort of way. Earrings twinkled in the light of the torch.

“Step out of the vehicle.” Officer Rawbone ordered, and watched the young man closely as he climbed out. His tight jeans emphasized the twin ovals of his firm ass cheeks and the obscene bulge of his manhood. Fucking disgusting. And shit, he had a huge bulge at his crotch. There was something pretty big between his legs, the officer noted, although he didn’t intend to include that detail in his report. The gay boy had an athletic figure which Officer Rawbone found oddly exciting. He was an attractive guy. The boy exuded confidence and you could tell he was proud of his lean, muscular body which he obviously worked on.

Officer Rawbone also liked to keep himself fit, unlike most of the soft, flabby cops in his precinct. Daniel liked to lift weights and use the bike, rowing machine and stairmaster to keep himself in shape. He liked fit men, and enjoyed comparing himself to the other guys at the gym, watching their muscular arms and torsos as they lifted weights, subtly competing with them as he built his own physique. He let his eyes roam over the gay boy’s pecs and tight abs. Not bad. Not bad at all.

The officer went back to his patrol car to check the boy’s credentials. Jason Lyndsey. He had an expired tag on the Acura. Daniel looked at the boy’s tight ass in the headlamps — like a baby peach in those figure-hugging jeans. He turned off his car, plunging the scene into darkness. Later he wondered why he had done that. It also shut off his dash cam so the scene wasn’t recorded, which was against police protocol.

“You have an expired tag, Lyndsey.” He told the boy sternly.

“Oh yes I meant to get that taken care of, but…” Jason tailed off.

Daniel felt a flash of anger at this pretty boy for no reason he could articulate, and told him to turn around, spread his legs and put both hands on the roof of the car. Gripping him by both wrists, Daniel pressed his body against the young man, crushing him against the car.

“Just come from the Throbbing Beat?” He hissed into the boy’s ear.

“Yes.” The guy responded calmly. He didn’t seem in the least bit intimidated which made Daniel suspect he might be high or something.

“What filthy stuff do you boys get up to in there?” Daniel asked angrily. “Do you kiss one other, you fucking cocksucker?” He was unconsciously grinding his crotch against the boy’s buttocks while whispering directly into his ear. He could feel himself becoming erect but he wasn’t in the mood to just let this young punk go. Not yet, anyway. He liked the feeling of having him completely under his control. Also Daniel liked that it was dark, so nobody could see them. He tasted the gold of the boy’s earring on his tongue as he hissed in his ear, and he pushed himself harder against the boy’s bottom.

“Sometimes.” Jason answered. He felt buzzed from the beer and the joint he had had just before leaving the bar. Now he could feel the cop’s erection pressing against his ass. This was very interesting. A handsome bi-curious officer pulls you over on a dark, country lane and starts rubbing his cock against you? Almost like a homoerotic fantasy…

“Kissing other men? That’s disgusting. And driving with expired tags?” Daniel jammed himself harder against the boy’s firm buttocks, enjoying the feel of those round, peachy globes against his crotch, and he rotated his hips, craving the increased friction of their firm globes against his now fully erect cock. He ached for release. “Do you suck cock in there too?” Daniel wanted to know next. Jason wondered what he should say. There was sometimes some cock-sucking in the men’s restroom at the club, but he didn’t want to make this cop angrier than he already was. He was obviously very horny. Jason could feel a huge boner straining the front of the man’s uniform pants.

“Um why?” Jason said. “Sucking cock isn’t illegal you know.”

This seemed to piss off the cop who spun him quickly around and pressed him back against the car. Now they were face to face, chest to chest and crotch to crotch. The cop put his face right up against Jason’s. He could smell beer on Jason’s breath, and something else too — marijuana probably.

“I asked you a question!” The officer said, more loudly and aggressively now, gripping Jason’s wrists and holding them above his head. The weight of his body pinned Jason against the car so he could hardly breathe. “Do you suck cock?” He yelled, grinding his now very obvious erection boldly on the front of Jason’s tight jeans, thrusting himself aggressively against the other boy’s crotch. They could both feel the thick hardness of the officer’s cock between them. Jason found himself becoming very aroused too. This was scary but incredibly hot. He decided to explore this and see where it was going to go. Not that he had much choice.

“Well, yes, we do. Um, we kiss each other in there… a lot… sometimes with our hands down the front of each other’s pants.” Jason informed the officer calmly, flexing his pelvis ever so slightly to thrust himself forward against the cop’s stiff dick. He was scared but he was enjoying the effect he was clearly having on the other man. He was very aware of the cop’s hard tool pulsing against his own and he liked it. “In there boys can kiss — and we do — we kiss each other as much as we like,” Jason continued. “We like to touch each other on the dance floor, and sometimes in dark corners we make out… and do even dirtier things.” The officer was breathing heavily “I like to hold a man’s ass while we kiss.”

Jason made an obscene fucking motion with his hips, increasing the stimulation against the cop’s rock-hard cock. “And yes, sometimes we go into the men’s room and take each other’s pants down… and we suck hard cocks.”

“Jesus!” The cop spat, panting now. His face was so close, his mouth was practically touching Jason’s full lips, on which a faint smile lingered.

Officer Daniel Rawbone was rapidly losing control of the situation. The close physical contact and the boy’s homoerotic words were driving him crazy. He felt as if he could smell cock on the boy’s mouth. He wanted to taste his lips. Meanwhile something incredible and wonderful was happening between his legs. It felt wet and throbbing in his underwear — all juicy and hard. He could feel his sexual arousal building beyond anything he had experienced. His cock felt wonderfully big and exciting, pressed up hard against the boy’s crotch. He kept rubbing it up and down against the boy’s nice big bulge to see if the huge, hot rigid thing between his legs was really his or if it belonged to the boy. He couldn’t tell. He couldn’t see properly. It was so exciting being erect with another man. Oh god — two hard-ons together. In the darkness his vision seemed to be obscured by an expanding fluffy pink cloud of pleasure and his brain was completely fogged with sexual desire. He couldn’t think of anything except sex. How was this happening? He wasn’t gay — he was a married man. But he desperately wanted to cum. His balls felt deliciously full and tingly. He was rapidly passing the point of no return. He imagined gay men kissing with their pants down, fondling each other and sucking each other to orgasm.

“I can smell it.” he mumbled incoherently, mashing his steely hardon fiercely against Jason’s full, tight jeans, pressing him back hard against the Acura until Jason thought his ribs would break. Desire was boiling deep in his soul. Something was about to break open and he couldn’t stop himself now. “I can smell you’ve been sucking cock you dirty fucking gay boy… I can smell and fucking taste it, you fucking cock-sucker,” he said into Jason’s mouth. Then, with a huge sigh that surged through his whole body, he unexpectedly crushed his mouth against the boy’s, and Jason obligingly parted his lips to accept the cop’s big tongue in his mouth. “Oh god!” the cop gasped, trying to pull away.

But it was too late. Daniel felt his climax overwhelm him, surging up from his loins to explode in a shower of fireworks in his brain. His cock blew its load, pulsing so hard that he knew the boy could feel it too as he filled his pants with what felt like gallons of warm liquid. His knees went weak and his cock pulsed pleasurably, releasing all his pent-up sexual frustration into his underwear. He almost passed out, clinging to the boy’s bare shoulders… he could feel it spurting everywhere. Wet cum was dripping down his balls and thighs.

He pulled away from Jason and tried to regain his composure.

“You needed some relief, officer. It’s OK.” Jason tried to placate him. He had heard of homophobic cops shooting gay men and was suddenly afraid. Even in the dim light he could see a big wet patch on the man’s pants.

“Get in your car and fuck off!” The cop said aggressively. Jason moved quickly, jumping in and starting the car before the cop changed his mind.

Later that night, Officer Daniel Rawbone crawled into bed with his wife, his cock still hard from his exploits on the road earlier. His wife wore a short nightie which Daniel worked up over her thighs, baring her bottom, waking her drowsily from sleep.

“Hi Honey.” She murmured, feeling his hard tool pressing against her bare bottom.

“Oooh somebody’s horny. She tried to roll over to kiss him, but instead he pushed her face down and climbed onto her half-naked body, thrusting his engorged member against the soft pillows of her ass cheeks.

“Oh god!” She gasped as he worked his way in between her thighs which she obligingly parted so he could press his erection hard up between her buttocks, seeking out hot little crack of her ass. He grunted as she took him in hand and guided him to her pussy, apparently not ready to have his monster shoved into her ass. He fucked her hard, loving the feel of her warm, bare buttocks against his hips.

He thought about the peachy boy on the road and how he had shoved his cock against that tight, gay boy ass. Mmm it had felt so good. God he had kissed that boy on the mouth. What was he doing? Then with a cry he came deep in his wife’s pussy.

Meanwhile Jason went to bed alone with a very big hardon in his hand. It had been a week since he had broken up with Jonathan and he missed him. He masturbated slowly, thinking of the excitement he had felt kissing the bi-curious cop and making him cum in his pants. He wondered if it would happen again.

2. Things Escalate

It did happen again, only two weeks later.

Officer Rawbone had found himself cruising the parking lot of the gay bar repeatedly, making everyone nervous, but he was only looking for a silver Acura. He needed to talk to Jason Lyndsey again and make sure the boy didn’t tell anyone what had happened.

Jason left the Throbbing Beat late on Friday night, and as usual he took the Narrows towards his house. Not much traffic came down this road, and when he saw the Ford Crown Vic headlights in his mirror he knew immediately who it was. This time when the cop’s light bar came on, he pulled onto a farm track and drove about 100 yards before stopping. The cop car pulled up behind him and doused the lights. Now they were in the dark of the night and far enough off the main road that passing cars couldn’t see them. The young cop approached his window and, as before,

Jason got out of the car, letting the cop see that this time he was shirtless in the hot summer evening, wearing just provocatively short denim cut-offs that emphasized his cock. The button at the waistband of his little shorts was provocatively left undone. Jason could feel a tingle of excitement in his groin.

“Did you get that tag renewed?” the officer asked.

“No sir.” Jason replied

“Well you know what that means. You are in violation of state law, and have ignored a warning. That’s pretty serious you know.” The cop approached him, shining his flashlight up and down the boy’s tight, muscular body. “I’m going to have to search you to make sure you are not carrying a weapon.”

The officer experienced a strange tremor of anticipation moving all the way down his body, settling deep in his groin. He paused for a long while to admire the boy’s smooth, toned body. Under the boy’s watchful eyes Daniel just stared at the boy’s muscular pecs and abs and couldn’t help but repeatedly check out his ripped little shorts which looked obscenely brief. Fuck, they were the only garment the boy was wearing. He felt confused by the attractiveness of the boy’s beautifully formed body — his long, dirty blond hair and his swinging earrings were so feminine, as were his pretty features. His easy smile and full, provocative lips were girlish. But the mesmerizing bulge in his denims was thoroughly masculine. Jesus, this boy was as hot as any of the mini skirt chicks who had come on to him.

“Turn and spread your legs!” The officer commanded, still seeming to be in charge, although he knew he was on the verge of losing control again with this very attractive young man. The boy turned and bent forward to put his hands on the trunk of his Acura. He seemed to thrust his butt in the air provocatively. Daniel could feel his cock growing hard at the sight of the boy’s perfect body. Oh my god, especially his round peachy ass. He hadn’t properly searched the suspect, so he reasoned it was still legitimate to touch him, although he knew it was really harassment, which he could get into big trouble for — if the boy reported him, that is.

Officer Rawbone slid his hands up the boy’s bare legs to his crotch, then gripped his slim hips. He was breathing hard. Using both hands he cupped the tight butt cheeks that were being presented to him in an almost obscene way, then moved round the front to check the front pocket of the boy’s shorts. Inevitably his right hand came into contact with the thick, growing log in the boy’s pants, and he let it dwell there for a moment. The boy had an erection. He was enjoying this. He fingered the boy’s zipper but resisted the urge to pull it down.

“Stand up and turn around.” Daniel ordered. He felt confused by the boy’s feminine beauty, his bare chest and his tiny, bulging shorts. The officer was getting very excited now, breathing heavily and becoming erect in his pants just like the last time with this little punk. He couldn’t think clearly and he was suddenly unsure of himself.

“Do you want me to take my shorts off?” Jason asked. “It’s OK officer, I don’t mind. I know you need to search me properly.”

The cop’s eyes widened. “That won’t be necessary,” he said uncertainly, unable to tear his eyes away from the growing rod in the boy’s ever-tightening pants.

Jason stepped forward. “Look, I’m sorry officer, for not renewing my tags, but isn’t there something we can do about that? I mean, just between us two?” He daringly put a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. The cop didn’t move or speak. “I mean, sometimes, you know, you just need something…” he moved even closer and placed his other hand carefully on Daniel’s crotch. Wow, this guy was well hung. The cop didn’t react which emboldened Jason further. He was feeling particularly horny, so touching this handsome young cop was quite an exciting prospect. As he carefully fingered the outline of the officer’s erection through his uniform he felt himself growing even harder in his pants. He needed some relief, and so did this naughty cop, obviously. “I stopped well away from the road.” Jason went on, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret, “Nobody can see us. It’s just us two. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” He was massaging Daniel’s nice big cock into a full-blown erection, then he started unbuckling the cop’s pants.