A Thing for Cops

by Roland Graeme

  “I was wondering what kind of a place you lived in, man,” Kieran commented, after I embraced him the moment we had shut the door of my apartment behind us, locked it, and secured the bolt for good measure, shutting out the rest of the world completely for the night.

  “Do you like it?” I asked automatically.

  Kieran returned my smile. “I like it a lot.”

  “I’ve only been here a month or so. That’s the only reason the place still looks so clean. My bad housekeeping habits haven’t had a chance to catch up with me here yet.”

  “I don’t just like the apartment. I like you, too.”

  “That’s nice to hear.”

  “Let’s not waste any more time, Jim. This is all I could think about, all during my work out tonight—being alone with you, getting naked, us balling each other. Just throw me on your bed and tear my clothes off, and then throw one hell of a really good, deep fuck into me! I’ve been waiting for this to happen ever since the first time I saw you in the gym. I’ve had the hots for you for too long to be seductive and subtle about it now, I’m afraid. I want you, man! I want you right now!”

  I drew the other man tighter against me and pressed my lips to Kieran’s, the boy’s eager tongue darting out of his warm mouth to slide into mine and rub against my own squirming tongue.

  Even this much contact was enough to make my cock press painfully against the front of my jeans in its efforts to thicken and elongate freely. I was as hot for Kieran as he was for me, and neither of us was in any mood to be coy about letting the other guy know it. We were going to fuck, and fuck hard! At last!

  My fingers fumbled with the buttons of Kieran’s shirt after he let his jacket drop to the floor behind him. I got the shirt open all the way down the front, then pushed it down over Kieran’s shoulders, baring them, baring Kieran’s torso and chest, exposing to my hot, fascinated gaze his superb male body.

  Other men and women had no doubt often fantasized about his physique down at the gym, and I had often seen it naked in the locker room. But right now it was all mine, to admire and touch and make love to all night long, if I so chose.

  I put my hands on Kieran’s warm, tanned shoulders and buried my face in his chest, my mouth sucking on one dark nipple while Kieran’s fingers caressed my disheveled dark hair, urging me on while I sucked and tongued the hardening tit.

  Kieran began to undress me, too, with the same eagerness with which I had half-stripped him. I planted kisses all over the other man’s bare body as Kieran ripped my jeans open and shoved them and my briefs to my knees.

  Kieran freed my hard-on from the pouch of the cotton briefs and pressed the rigid member between his own husky, blond-haired thighs. The shaft of my dick rubbed excitingly against his perineum muscle and balls. I dry-humped his taint. The blond boy’s tongue darted into my ear as we embraced in a torrid meeting of naked flesh against naked flesh.

  “Your big, hard cock—rubbing over my body, Jim. I want it. It’s what I want to feel in me tonight, fucking me—fucking my ass! Hard!” Kieran whispered into my ear, pressing his thighs together to squeeze the throbbing fuck tool in question and further excite me.

  There wasn’t anything shy about this hot little cop groupie!

  Chapter Fourteen

  A Hard Workout

  Kieran seized me by the hand and led me to my waiting double bed. The bed was unmade, the sheets I had slept in the night before still rumpled from my body. And when Kieran sprawled on top of them with his blond hair spread over the pillow cases and his warmly tanned limbs twisting impatiently from side to side, I thought I was going to come on the spot just from watching him.

  Naked, I joined him on the bed, throwing my heavier body on top of Kieran’s, kissing and groping him, hugging him to me. Kieran’s legs slid against my thighs. His chest was crushed against my heavy pecs. He raked my broad, sweat-glistening back with the tips of his fingers as he rubbed his crotch up into mine and our mouths sought each other once more.

  While we kissed, Kieran thrust a hand between our bodies to grasp and fondle my cock. His thumb slid over the large head as he pumped on the shaft, stimulating it, making hot blood flow through my veins and surge into the spongy erectile tissues that were already turgid and tingling with potent life.

  I was leaking drops of slick pre-cum fluids, and Kieran rubbed this natural lubrication all over the extra-sensitive knob of my cock.

  I retaliated by pressing my own hand between the young gym stud’s immediately-opened buttocks and finger-fucking his butch ass while my wet tongue plunged deep into Kieran’s panting mouth again and again.

  My fingers pressed inside the tight, puckered hole of the anus and stroked its sensitive, satin-textured lining gently, but with considerable effect. Kieran squirmed and tensed his ass cheeks as I diddled him.

  “Oh, man—you fucker—you’re hung so big!” he moaned. “And you know exactly how to turn another guy on, don’t you, how to touch me to get me hot and ready for you. I want to do it all with you, man…everything…and first, let me take that gorgeous huge cock of yours into my mouth and suck it, you hung bastard! Yeah, give me that fucking stud meat!”

  He pushed gently at my chest. I rolled off him and barely had time to stretch out flat on my back before Kieran was all over me, his sensational body moving provocatively as—kneeling beside me on the disordered sheets—he thrust his warm red lips down to my crotch.

  I let out a groan and lifted my hips an inch or two from the mattress in helpless reaction when Kieran seized my dick by the base and bent it quickly, guiding the wet glans to his lips.

  He kissed it, and his tongue-tip drilled into the slit and tasted the drop of fluid oozing out of it. I jumped again as the delicious, icy tremors of arousal shot through my big body.

  Then Kieran used his hot tongue to lick every inch of my penis. My dick twitched as another trickle of seminal liquid appeared in the groove at its tip and ran slowly down the pulsating vein that stood out from the smooth surface of my shaft.

  “Ah, you like that, don’t you?” he whispered. “You like having that hot cop dick of yours licked.”

  “I like it when a civilian like you does it,” I confessed.

  Laughing, Kieran ran his tongue up the shaft of my cock, along the throbbing vein, licking up the drop of cum and savoring it by rolling it around inside his mouth before he swallowed it.

  His handsome, rugged face was now a study in pure carnality, the features twisted into a mask of sensuality and glowing desire. His legs parted, the better to expose the erection that jutted out from the base of his flat stomach, with the pair of heavy balls swinging below it.

  “Suck my cock and my balls while I suck you off, Jim,” Kieran moaned. “You can shove your cock in my ass later. Right now, I want to taste your hot cum in my mouth—and show you how good I am at pleasing a man with my mouth and tongue. I really like to suck!”

  He didn’t wait for an answer, but turned, pulling me under and down, so that I was spread-eagled on the bed with his hard-muscled nudity on top of me. Kieran’s head was now hovering, tantalizingly, over my crotch, his own sleek thighs resting on either side of my head.

  I felt Kieran straddling my face and grasping the base of my hard-on in his fist again. The boy’s thighs brushed over my cheeks like steel sheathed in satin. His prick tip jabbed at my lips as he spread his muscular legs still wider.

  I cupped the stud’s buttocks in my sweaty palms and pulled him forward until I could get my mouth on that big cock and start sucking it.

  My tongue pressed against the piss-slit in the tip for one teasing moment. Then I ran it down the shaft to Kieran’s balls. I sucked them both inside my mouth, and Kieran gasped and tensed.

  I smiled lewdly around the two nuts I had stuffed inside my mouth. I could easily imagine the effect I had produced, and I began to suck and tongue the two big balls with all the enthusiasm I could muster.

  Kieran moaned and let his prick rub over my nose and cheek, his need urgent now
as my lips and tongue caressed his fat testicles with just enough pressure to turn Kieran on, my wet tongue lashing about over the two spheres like a maddened adder trapped along with them inside my mouth.

  “Oh, Jim—! Man! Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck! My God—it’s so good—!”

  I was so absorbed in the act I was performing that I scarcely heard Kieran’s sputtered cries of passion. Suddenly, though, I felt Kieran’s hot mouth once again sliding down over my own swollen member.

  The head of it pushed against Kieran’s throat as the blond boy struggled to suck the entire length of my prick down his throat to repay me for the intense job I was doing on his balls, between his trembling thighs.

  Kieran took me into his throat and the raw sexual excitement of being blown like that struck me like a body blow to the gut!

  My belly tensed. My hips ground in uncontrollable reaction to the superb deep-throating. My buttocks clenched and unclenched and I raised them high off the mattress to drive my fuck tool still deeper down Kieran’s throat.

  My hard-on seemed to swell like a balloon being pumped full of air, to take on ever more monstrous proportions. Kieran bathed it in his spit and exerted a steady, confident suction upon its entire length, blowing me with incredible ease.

  I tongued those tempting nuts of his again and again, slurping and grunting as I allowed them to roll over my tongue, to press against the edges of my teeth, to fill my cheeks with their pulsating bulk.

  Kieran’s thighs shivered when they were brushed by my sweat-dampened hair, and my thick mustache rustled against Kieran’s scrotal sac, teasing the highly responsive folds of puckered skin.

  I tried to suck both balls deeper into my mouth, toward my throat, stretching the bag that held them. Kieran grunted wildly as he worked on the cock he had stuffed down his own throat, his every breath and gurgle and moan of passion sending vibrations humming through my penis as he blew it tirelessly.

  Our bodies were wet with sweat, sliding freely against each other as we pressed our limbs together to get as thorough a contact as we could during the hot sixty-nine. Our heads moved steadily up and down, as each of us fed hungrily at the other’s groin.

  My hands ran over Kieran’s ass, up his back, found and took possession of his shoulders, then of his pecs.

  His firm nipples swelled up into stiff nubs, like two pencil erasers, as my fingertips grazed them repeatedly before grasping and pinching them—hard, each tug making Kieran’s body jerk and his genitals mash more tightly against my face and mouth.

  Kieran, I knew, was rapidly getting so turned on that he might shoot his load just from this much stimulation. So I sped up my tongue action on the blond stud’s balls, suddenly excited by the thought of bringing Kieran off that way.

  I was half maddened by my lust to see Kieran come—to see and feel his spurts of fuck-fluid splashing over my own face—to reduce Kieran to a quivering sexual receptacle that would beg for the insertion of my cock into his tight stud asshole to relieve the erotic tension kindled there by my licking tongue on his cream-filled balls.

  But I was dangerously close to erupting myself, as I felt a potent charge of sperm swelling up in my aching balls, ready for the abrupt rush that would bring it gushing through my shaft and into Kieran’s mouth and throat. The other guy was blowing me only too well. That talented tongue of his was just getting me too hot.

  I couldn’t hold out much longer under this kind of treatment without blasting my overtaxed nuts. Within seconds, I knew, as I thrilled to the familiar sinking and shuddering sensation that seemed to grip and shake my entire pelvis and take my breath away, an ejaculation would be inevitable.

  Desperately, I reared up, twisting my lower body away from Kieran’s head and pulling my saliva-wetted organ out from between those caressing lips. Kieran realized at once what I was doing and why, and he let my penis escape from his wet, panting mouth.

  With a low moan of near-orgasmic reaction, Kieran collapsed on top of me, his strong white teeth nipping sharply at my thighs while his fingers clawed at my buttocks.

  Then I pulled my surprise. I pulled my mouth away from Kieran’s nuts—and instead closed it tightly around the head of the kid’s prick, holding my breath as I sucked it harder than I had ever sucked any guy’s, and rubbing my tongue back and forth over the tip, fast and hard. That did it!

  Kieran came like a volcano, erupting all over the place, his hot, searing sexual lava pouring out of his cock like a geyser of molten sperm.

  Sobbing, he let his unexpected orgasm convulse him, becoming helpless while the fierce tremors swept imperiously through his hard-muscled body, which shook in empathetic response to the veritable earthquake of an ejaculation that was devastating his groin.

  He gushed into my mouth and I swallowed the full load greedily, pumping the cock to milk it dry as it jerked and throbbed against the roof of my mouth.

  A second series of spurts flooded my throat until I was afraid I would drown in Kieran’s cum. It was followed by a third but less violent set of ejaculatory spasms.

  Then, at last, I could feel Kieran’s body beginning to relax against mine in the voluptuous languor of post-orgasmic satisfaction.

  It had been physically complete, and satisfying emotionally as well. As I put my arm around Kieran and pulled him close to me, I suspected that we’d be working out together quite a lot in the future—both in and out of the gym. I only hoped that Christine wouldn’t be too disappointed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Men in Uniform

  Ducati and I were determined to be professional. So, as sorely tempted as we often were, we never made out during our shift. Not even during our lunch and other breaks. The moment we got off duty, however, all bets were off. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

  I flatter myself that, contrary to some of our fellow cops’ smug predictions. I didn’t exactly become Ducati’s bitch. Ours was a two-sided, reciprocal sexual relationship. He loved sucking my cock, and I fucked him at least as often as he screwed me. But whenever he did fuck me, I was given a vivid reminder about just how aggressive “an asshole bandit” he could be. My butt was reamed out so regularly, and so thoroughly, that I was astounded by its elasticity and its recuperative ability.

  Incidentally, Ducati’s mother, to whom he introduced me, was the only person I ever heard call him “Franco.” Nobody else, not even our captain, ever addressed him or referred to him by his first name, let alone dared to call him “Frank,” a nickname he hated. Even in our most intimate moments, I never called him anything but Ducati, unless you count such tender endearments uttered by me in the heat of passion, as “you dirty fucker,” “you horny wop bastard,” and “you big-dicked, oversexed son of a bitch.”

  He had his own pet names for me, too. Thank God he never slipped up and used any of them in front of the other cops. I would have died from mortification had any of them ever heard my big stud partner refer to me as “donut hole,” “rookie nookie,” or “cannoli cream.” The latter, in case you were wondering, was a reference to the popular Italian pastry and specifically to the pleasure which could be had by sucking the cream filling out of it—oh hell, do I have to draw you a picture?

  When we weren’t fucking, Ducati could always be relied upon to offer me good advice, and not just about matters directly pertaining to work.

  Once he asked me why I was still paying rent, when I could buy my own house. It would be a smart long-term investment. And banks, he assured me, considered police officers good risks when it came to issuing mortgages.

  The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. So I got in touch with a real estate agency and started looking at properties.

  I was a city boy at heart, and I didn’t want to live too far out in the suburbs.

  I probably drove the real estate agent crazy, because I was so hard to please. But after inspecting and rejecting one property after another, I finally found one I fell in love with at first sight.

  It was located in one of the city�
�s older residential districts, close to downtown—within walking distance of some nice restaurants, bars, and shops, in fact. The house wasn’t large, and the fact that it had extensive front and back yards made it look even smaller than it was. It wouldn’t have been a good fit for a large family, but it was perfect for a bachelor such as myself.

  There was one thing about the property that had discouraged many potential buyers. The house was situated right next to one of the old city cemeteries. The kitchen and dining room windows were on that side of the house, and they provided a fine view of the mossy old tombstones that stood neglected behind their wrought-iron fence.

  Even I had my qualms, at first. But I quickly got over them. After all, I told myself, at least I’d have quiet neighbors! And so I made an offer, and soon closed the deal.

  The previous owners had remodeled the house, preserving its unpretentious exterior but thoroughly modernizing the inside. Virtually all that I had to do was move my own things in, and buy some additional furniture.

  I retained some of my single-guy habits. For example, my fully-equipped kitchen gathered dust, because I ate out a lot. I particularly enjoyed one restaurant I discovered, located only a short walk from my house.

  This café stood on a corner, and through its large plate-glass windows you could observe any passers-by. There was usually quite a lot to see. My new neighborhood was “gentrified”—a virtual euphemism for a gay ghetto—its streets lined with small shops, bars, and other businesses that attracted a steady crowd during the day and on weekends.

  The dining room occupied half of the space, the bar the other. Late at night, after the kitchen closed, the bar side became somewhat of a heterosexual pickup spot. Not that a gay guy couldn’t connect with another sympathetic male, if they were discreet about it.

  It didn’t take me long to become one of the establishment’s regulars.