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    Alex and the Highway Patrol – Gay Police Sex Story

    11 May, 2018 (00:17) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    By Panos (address withheld)


    Alex has an encounter with a highway patrol officer.
    (MM, oral, anal)


    There is a Motorcycle cop in the Beverly Hills Police
    Department. He’s one of those asshole cops that really
    enjoys pulling people over. He sits in hiding places,
    and nabs cars one after the other.

    He has close cut, cropped brown hair and a mustache,
    and he’s always wearing mirrored sunglasses. He has
    biceps that are at least 16 inches. They just barely
    fit through the short sleeve dark blue uniform he
    wears. He always has a toothpick between his teeth when
    he’s lying in wait.

    His uniform over all, makes no secret of the fact that
    his body must be ribbed solid muscle. His ass is
    beautifully rounded and firm, and when he walks, he has
    kind of a “chup-pa-ching” to it (you know, chup-pa-
    ching, chup-pa-ching, chup-pa-ching, as he saunters
    toward his latest victim). His thigh muscles, and inner
    leg muscles, like his biceps just barely fit his

    But more importantly they help to push his balls and
    cock tight against his pant leg. He wears his tools
    more like a toreador, rather than the norm of a jock
    and/or cup that tends to take away the definition from
    them. Instead his soft but still meaty cock and balls
    kind of snake down his leg.

    He lounges on his bike as he waits rather than sits. He
    is SO FINE and he knows it. He has so much attitude you
    can “smell” him a mile away. Therefore I have never
    been driving too fast, sensing his presence, I was too
    busy looking for where he was.

    Well not tonight, tonight I played a wild card. As I
    was driving my black merc 560sl home, I see him sitting
    there. On a moments decision, I slam my foot on the gas
    and speed past him, try-ing to get as close to my house
    as possible. He puts the siren on and I pull over, to
    as private a spot as possible.

    What he has seen me do has made him suspicious. But
    when he comes to the window, I behave really well. I
    give him any info he wants, before he even asks for it.
    I accept the ticket without any argument. When that is
    done I try to small talk with him and then point blank
    I ask him when he gets his next break, and if I could
    show my “appreciation” to him for his service as a
    policeman (Lame, I know, but it is the only thing I can
    think of).

    He looks at me really long. He doesn’t smile, a bead of
    sweat roles down my temple as I worry that I am about
    to get into real trouble here. Jail or a Rodney
    King/Reginald Denning style make-over.

    Not able to stand the silence, I tell him immediately
    that I am not trying to insult him, and that this has
    nothing to do with him liking guys or not. It is just
    me offering him a chance to close his eyes sit back and
    enjoy whatever I have to offer. Whether he just wants
    me to give him a blow-job or to go further and fuck me
    (please let him want to fuck me, I think to myself)
    Still he isn’t saying anything.

    I am dying here. Unable to stand the eye contact I drop
    my eyes. His watch reflects the light from the street
    lamp. Focusing on his hand, My eyes go wide to realize
    he is stroking his semi-hard cock through his pants.

    Soo… he doesn’t want to say it. Okay, that’s fine
    with me if he doesn’t want speak. I never could imagine
    what sort of a voice he has. And I didn’t want it to
    spoil my picture of him. If he spoke with to high of
    voice, it wouldn’t seem right. That’s right baby, you
    keep your mouth shut.

    Do I just reach out and grab it? yes / no / yes / no.
    YES! Cautiously I reach out and oh so gently I trace
    the outline of his cock (which is now at 3:00 going on
    2:00 o’clock. He is uncut. I can tell.

    He places his large firm grip over my hand and presses
    it down hard onto his cock. I feel the shift of his
    foreskin as his shaft slides inside of it. The head of
    his cock searching for the way out to freedom.

    He puts his hands behind his back and watches waiting
    to see what I do next. Looking around one last time, I
    unzip his fly. I creep my left hand through the
    opening. Good he’s wearing boxers. Easy access. I pass
    through the opening of the boxers and by then his cock
    is coming out to meet me halfway! I encircle my thumb
    and fingers around the base of his cock and balls,
    making a ring and gently pull his package out while at
    the same time bringing him in closer to the car.

    The nice thing about the 560sl is the height of the

    It’s getting darker by now, but I can plainly see that
    I had it right. His cock is a good 8″, maybe nine and
    thick. I have long fingers, but I can’t quite get them
    around it (my brain begins to worry, my asshole
    tightens, and my cock goes rock hard) His balls are
    like two WELL-watered apricots (maybe even plumbs!).
    The sack has a medium-low hang to it as if they’re
    heavy. His cock is now in my face and the scent of his
    crotch permeates my nose, I want to somehow bottle the
    aroma up, and keep it.

    After my senses clear a little, I waste no more time
    and in-hale his cock in one swift motion. His light
    brown pubic hair tickles my nose as I gag on his thick
    man-meat. But I don’t mind. Gagging is what I want. I
    learned a long time ago that if you can stand it, the
    gag reflex is one of the best feelings a dick can
    experience. I have no choice either. As I inhaled, his
    hands came around and he grabbed my head pulling me
    down onto him with no chance for me to break that grip
    of his.

    At that moment a car turned onto the street, and he
    struggled to stuff himself back into his pants. The car
    went by slowly, not actually caring about us, just as
    to whether they might get a ticket. I’m terrified my
    experience is about to end. And I blurt out to him that
    my home is just a few blocks further, and if he will
    follow, I would like to finish what I started.

    Without saying anything, he moves to his bike. I start
    my car and move away from the curb wondering if he is
    actually going to follow. We move off slowly. Me
    wanting to drive really fast to get home. Though also
    not sure where the line would fall on that (in his
    mind), I drive the speed limit. Okay, almost the speed

    We get there and checking around, he follows me in and
    parks his bike in the garage with my car. I push the
    remote switch and the garage door slowly closes. I get
    out of the car. I am so fired up I feel like I am on

    We do not even go inside. I just drop to my knees,
    furiously working on getting his gun belt off. He helps
    me and gently places it on the seat of his bike. I pull
    his pants to the ground boxers and all, and his cock
    springs free back to where it belongs… in my face.

    Now I have the time and the luxury of taking my time
    and really working it, top to bottom. Foreskins truly
    fascinate me. I do anything and everything I can think
    of when I get a hold of one. I hold the skin so that
    the head is fully covered. With him this is easy
    because he has so much excess. I begin to probe my
    tongue inside and around the head of his cock. I can
    sense that I am sending shivers up his back. I gently
    knead and squeeze his ass.

    He’s playing with me… first tensing the muscle so it
    can’t be squeezed, and then relaxing it so I can get a
    handful. I use my tongue to play a lot with his balls,
    doing an old favorite of taking them both in my mouth
    “sack and all”, and play them like Chinese Ben-Wa

    He’s loving it. The weight of his man meat on my face
    and forehead is outrageous. Hesitating, and not able to
    decide which I want in my mouth more, he makes the
    choice for me. Pushing me away from his crotch he bends
    down and grabbing me he pulls me up to my feet. He is
    probably four or five inches taller than me (6’0″?), he
    sets me on top of the hood of my car. I unbutton his
    shirt, and pull it off of him. His muscles form a type
    of fabric sculpture through his white cotton
    undershirt. After touching the folds of the shirt to
    see if what I was seeing was real, I slowly peel it off
    of him. Pausing long enough to run my hands across his
    broad shoulders.

    He kicks of his boots and steps out of the puddle of
    pants that I left at his feet. He stands before me like
    Achilles. Strong and dominant, proud and with strength.
    I want nothing more than to be Paris, serve him and
    pray at the altar of his manhood. He moves toward me
    and undoes my pants. In a brutish sort of way he yanks
    them off of me and chucks them onto the windshield.
    Pushing me into a lying down position.

    He runs his large hands all over my body, as if trying
    to feel my limitations with the tips of his fingers.
    The heat from the car mildly burns my back, but in a
    good way. He gets to my socks, the only remaining
    clothes I have on (the underwear went with the pants).

    Have you ever had a “jock/working man take off your
    socks? Do it! There isn’t anything smooth or gentle
    about it. He fumbles around lifting my leg so high that
    I have to shift so as not have something broken. It is
    as if every time he touches each spot on my foot it
    translates directly to my cock. I am now harder than
    ever. I just know that if he touches my big toe I am
    going to cum! PHEW! The sock is off. uh oh… here goes
    the other foot. I lie in ecstasy for about two minutes
    as he works the other one.

    Now he’s sweating. He gets the other sock off with one
    fit of might. I don’t think he enjoyed that anywhere
    near as much as I en-joyed it! But I can see he is
    still as hard as a rock himself. He timidly fondles my
    cock. I am wondering what is going through is mind.
    Still no smiles, no words. Just deliberate animal

    He lifts my legs up and pulls my ass toward his pulsing
    cock. I slide easily from the sweat I had built up. I
    can see that his heart is beating fast by the slight
    rise of his phallus with each beat. Oh shit . . . he’s
    just going to poke me without any warmup. I jam my foot
    onto his chest (god his pecks are beautiful!), trying
    to hold him back. but with the shove of his hand, I am
    back into my pre-vious prone position.

    It is all becoming slow motion now. Kind of like
    watching a rocket take off in slow motion 10, 9, 8, 7,
    6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Every-thing is going between black
    and flashing, Oh my god… I am definitely his first
    ass… there is no caution, no steady entry, no
    hesitation what so ever. Bam, I feel my insides rip, I
    am in too much pain to even say anything. I just give
    out an UHHNNNGH with more depth than I think I have
    ever thought possible. I am filled to the brim with his
    manhood and the only thing I can finally get out is a
    “Jodeme!” (Spanish for “fuck me!”) which was more like
    a heavy exhale than anything.

    My body reacts with explosive spasms, my head clears a
    little and my English comes back. Fuck me, Fuck me man,
    and don’t stop… uhnngh! He starts humping me like a
    motherfucking rabbit, aaauuhnngh! His hips like the
    pistons of a locomotive, he starts ever so slowly
    building up his momentum. The muscles on his abdomen
    and pelvis are beautifully prominent.

    Fuck yeah! This is what I wanted, I’m in heaven. The
    pain has given way to absolute pleasure. The car rocks
    from his thrusts. His pelvis pivots in oh such a way,
    that I wish I could be behind him watching his
    beautiful ass. My gut moans are starting to blend into
    one continuous loud scream. He just starts going for it
    with more fervor.

    My hands play all around his body, feeling more than
    seeing, my fingers reach his face I realized he is
    finally smiling. I open my eyes to see the sight I had
    been wanting to behold. He’s beautiful. Pearly whites
    showing between a smile that is radiant. He has dimples
    to complement his features even more. He’s breathing
    hard but still the smile remains.

    My eyes role back into my head as aaaauuunnngh!! He
    starts to vary his pace. Now long and deep plunging
    thrusts. I resume my Idle travels across his body. I
    have the heat of the car on my back and the heat of his
    body on the front. Even though he isn’t lying direct-ly
    on me he is radiating. I swear he is hotter than the

    My cock could not possibly be any harder. It feels like
    it will literally explode from all the blood inside. He
    is picking up the pace again, “Aaaaauuungh! Oh my god!”

    I think I have reached nirvana. I’m now seeing double.
    If I can see at all. Bright flashes of color dazzle my
    eyes. All of my senses are in total overload. Every
    smell around me is ten fold with him being 100 fold. My
    body is starting to quake and shiver. My spine is
    electric. Every hair is standing straight on end. This
    is it… I think I am going to die aaaauuungh!

    He has started to scream. It started as a low panting
    moan, but now it just plain screaming. I don’t think
    either of us could stop if we wanted to. My body is
    rocking from one end to the other with convulsions.
    There is a feeling building up at the outer limits of
    my perception, moving inward towards the center. Death
    – I just know it is. He is a frenzied rabbit fucker and
    I feel so fucking good I am going to die. AAAUUNNGH!!!

    I swear it is like an earthquake on the fourth of July.
    Now that incredible feeling at the edge of my senses is
    rushing in like a tidal wave. I do not think I could
    give credit to it using words.

    AAAUUUNNNNGH! I loose all sense of time. I am floating.
    My cock is exploding with semen. It hits his chest, it
    flies over my head, some of it catching on my cheek and
    hair. Wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body. I am
    shaking uncontrollably. The cum just keeps spurting
    out. And not just mine, He is exploding too.

    The first one was with such force that I swear I could
    feel it through me, now he is out, and he is letting it
    rip all over me. The hood of my car is channeling the
    sweat from our bodies as if it’s raining. We rock and
    rock from the pleasure.

    He leans forward onto me exhausted. The closeness and
    pressure of his body send first shivers and then quakes
    through my body. I am coming again. I can feel the warm
    liquid plastering our stomachs. It is now fifteen
    minutes since I first orgasmed and I swear I am still
    doing it. I am slipping in and out of awareness, but
    not from sleep. My body rocks again with the quakes. It
    is like small aftershocks that build and then recede.

    I can’t move. He looks up at me, smiles and then kisses
    me passionately. I close my eyes in serene bliss,
    totally content. I can feel his cock growing hard again
    between us… Funny enough, so is mine…


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