The Chronicles of Lex: Chronicle #3: Banging a Cop

My name is Lex. I'm 21, 6'2, 170 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, smooth all over, and I've got a 10" dick. One other thing–I love men. More importantly, I love to fuck men–all kinds of men. It doesn't matter if they're white, black, brown, short, tall, young or 
old. As long as they have a hole willing to take my dick, I'm willing to fuck `em.

I was driving home Saturday night and got myself into some trouble with the cops. Well, at least I thought I got myself into trouble with the cops. 
I was driving home down a back road trying to avoid the fuzz. I’d been drinking a little and I didn’t want to be hassled. I wasn’t drunk, but most cops don’t give a damn. They smell alcohol, and they take you in. 

I was cruising along about 65 when I saw the blue lights. “Damn!” I muttered to myself. I knew I wasn’t swerving, so I wondered what this asshole was stopping me for. I pulled along beside the road and waited for him to approach my window.
I had already lowered the window, so when he strolled up, I got a good look. 

He looked about 33 years old, 6’4 and 235 pounds of solid muscle. Since his crotch was about eye level, I could tell he had a substantial package.

He asked me for my driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance. I gave him all three and waited. He bent down, looked me in the eye and asked, “Mr. Smith, do you have any idea how fast you were going?”

I replied, “Err…ah…about 55 maybe?”

“Try, 65, Sir.”

“Oh, I had no idea. I’m sorry.” I smiled and stated in my most angelic and apologetic voice.

About that time, he got a whiff of my breath.

“Have you been drinking tonight, Mr. Smith?”

Again, I smiled and used that apologetic voice again. “Maybe one or two beers at a friends house.”

“Get out of the car please” the hottie told me.

I got out of my car, and he shined his flashlight directly in my eyes.

“It looks like I’m gonna have to run you in.”

All I could think about was having to call my dad to come bail me out of jail. That was so totally NOT something I wanted to do. If I called my dad, I wouldn’t see the light of day for months—much less get behind the steering wheel of my car.

He told me to get into the back seat of his car. I got in; he closed the door, and then got back into the front seat. I could hear him talking to someone on the radio—probably calling my information in. 
Once he was done, he turned and looked at me through the iron railing that separated the front and back seats.

“Seems like you have a pretty clean record…so far,” he stated.
“Yes, Sir” was all I could say.

“Wanna keep it that way?”

Now I was onto his little game.

“Yes, Sir” I stated. “I’ll do anything.” I emphasized the word “anything” and then licked my lips.

He smiled, put the car in gear, and started driving down the road. 
“What about my car?” I asked. 

“Don’t worry about the car. I’ll bring you back.”

I knew I was probably in for some fun with this hot cop, so I just leaned back against my seat and let my imagination run wild.

I began rubbing my cock through my jeans. As I looked up, I could see him looking back at me with a wicked smile.

Oh yeah, this guy was gonna be one hot fuck, and I couldn’t wait to tag his hot cop ass.

After about 15 minutes, he pulled onto a dirt road. We drove about a half-mile and he stopped the car. He got out, opened my door, and yanked me out of the car. Before I could open my mouth, he shoved me back against the cruiser and shoved his tongue down my throat. I wasted no time and started kissing him back. 

I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. He was already rock-hard. His cock was about 9-inches and thick as all hell.

I started to drop to my knees so I could get a taste, but he grabbed me and pulled me back up before I got all the way down. 

“Oh no,” he said. “If you wanna get out of the ticket, you’re gonna have to give up that dick.”

I chuckled and told the hot cop to go for it. He had no idea how much I love to get my dick sucked and fuck a tight ass. If this cop wanted me to give up the dick, he was gonna be my bitch and beg for it.

It only took him 10 seconds to get my dick out and swallow the head. I let out a deep moan. This man had sucked dick before and was damn good at it.

He started to work his way slowly down my pole little by little. As he sucked, my precome started flowing and before he knew it, he had my juice drooling down his chin and onto his crotch.

He kept letting out whimpers and moans as he tried to take more and more of my 10” dick. I could tell he was in to it, so it was time to turn up the heat.

“Yeah, suck my dick, boy.” 

I love talking dirty during sex.

“Suck my big ole boner, bitch.”

“You like sucking my cock?”

“Uh huh” was all he could manage to whimper out.

As my hot cop continued to suck my big schlong, I grabbed both sides of his head and began to power fuck his face. And with each thrust, I could feel my cock getting deeper and deeper.

When he finally managed to take it to the root, I grabbed him by the back of the head and held him there. He was struggling to breath, but I didn’t care.