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The problem I caused in the car put me out on the interstate to find my own ride to my destination. The knowledge of the consequences put the idea of hitch hiking out of my mind, and left me with only the hope that a passing motorist would take sympathy and offer me a ride. The buzz on my head slowed my pace and kept my eyes peeled for a passing State Policeman.

As my luck would have it, one passed, pulled over a few feet ahead of me and then he backed the car down the shoulder to where I stood and wondered what he was going to say.

“Good day.” he said and nodded. I repeated the gesture but remained silent. “Looks like you could use a ride.” he furthered.

“I had one, but it didn’t quite get me to where I’m going.” I said and watched his expression change.

“That’s rather obvious.” he returned.

“I wasn’t hitch hiking, if that’s what you’re going to ask.”

“I’m glad you’re aware of what can happen if you do, but that’s not what I want to ask. My question is, do you want me to give you a ride to the rest area?” Just as I was about to say no, I caught my reflection in his mirror lenses, and felt my buzz begin to wane.

“Sure.” I said and then entered the car.

“You’re going into town?” he asked as he pulled out into traffic.

“Yes sir.” I said and then felt my stomach knot when he pulled back onto the shoulder.

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere too fast.” he said and pointed toward my head.

“I gotta give you that?” he nodded as knowingly as I had spoken and I pulled the joint from behind my ear and reluctantly placed it in his hand.

“Thank you.” he said, checked his rear view mirror and then whipped the car in the other direction. In my mind I could already see it; busted on a possession charge with either a fine to pay, time to serve or both. The empty state of my wallet guaranteed me time, and I prayed for him to be lenient. With each passing mile my buzz waned away and my fear increased. Then much to my surprise, he again pulled onto the shoulder, but more off the interstate.

“Get out of the car.” he said with authority. I obeyed his command and he was behind me before I realized. He placed the cuffs on me, read me my rights as he patted me down and then he turned me to face him. “Do you understand your rights?”

“Yes sir.” I almost whispered. He then got grip on my forearm and walked me into a wooded area. My wonder of what was to come kept me looking back on occasion, only to see the same serious expression on his rugged face. After what seemed forever, we stopped in front of a large maple tree. He planted me against it and then backed two steps away from me. His eyes watched my face for a minute or so, and then he sneered as he slowly pulled the joint from his uniform pocket.

“You were smart not to refuse my offer. You knew I saw this behind your ear, didn’t you?” I nodded. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes sir.” I said and swallowed hard. He dragged the joint under his nose and sniffed it hard.

“Smells like some good shit, and judging from your eyes, it must give a good buzz. Does it?”

“Yes sir, it does.” I admitted because there was no way out of the situation.

“I don’t believe you.” he said and then took my lighter from my pocket and lit the joint. When he offered it to me I only stared. “Take a hit!” He growled. “You know as well as I do that you want to, right?” He put it to my lips and I toked, inhaled deep and laid my head back against the tree just before I exhaled.

“You liked that didn’t you now?” He asked after he’d made me smoke it all.

“Yes sir, I did like that.” I said and had trouble keeping the smile from my lips as the fresh buzz washed heavier over my head.

“Yeah, well, I’ve got something else here I think you might like.” In answer to my questioning stare, he unfastened his uniform pants and stepped to me. His steely eyes stared hard into my brown ones as a shit eating grin spread across his face. “This is what you really want isn’t it boy!” The profuse watering of my mouth kept me speechless, but I knew he saw the hunger in the way I stared down at his bulge. “Get down on your fucking knees!” I followed his command only to have him mash his crotch against my face. “That’s right; dig your face in my cop crotch! Sniff it! Lick it!” The buzz had me horny enough, so I just gave in to my love of cock and went to licking and biting his crotch a bit wildly and had to really lean into him so as not to fall forward on my face. His hands came to assist and the feel of their thick roughness sent hot waves through my six-foot kneeling.

“Take that cock out fucker! Take it out and suck it!” He spat. I latched my teeth onto the waistband of his briefs and knelt lower as I slid them to his knees. I could not help but drag my tongue along a thick and hairy thigh as I went back to take on his cock. He helped me along with a shove to my face and then he stabilized my position when he placed my head against the tree and held it there. From there he began to thrust his meat to me and he slid it deeper with each fresh thrust. I moved to his crotch once his cock head was in my throat and I massaged it until he ripped it away, got grip on my hair and turned my face upward. “You suck my cop cock good boy!” He said and shook it, dragged it over my lips and then shoved it repeatedly to my throat. “You like how I do that, don’t you?” I moaned in response and watched every thrust he dealt my face until I could keep my eyes open no more. My buzzed and lust fogged brain had my hands twisting, frantic to make good the need I felt to touch that horny cop, and to free my still imprisoned member. I wanted to ask him to release me, but the delicious taste of his cock kept my mouth silent and active along the shaft. In slight compensation I thrust my chin to his balls when they banged against it. But the need soon became direr than I could handle and I let his cock fall from my lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked and then got tight grip on my chin.

“I need my cock free, sir! It’s throbbing so hard it hurts!” No more said he stood me up, crouched before me and freed my cock.

“Nice meat.” he said with a smile.

“It’s really aching.” I pleaded. He wrapped it in a big fist and jacked it for a few seconds. I swore I felt the stare of his eyes on it from one end to the other, and then his tongue slid over the head, slowly, almost lovingly. Then before I could refocus from a blink, that hot cop became a cocksucker.

The feel of his throat on my shaft weakened my knees instantly, but the instinct of forward thrust saved my standing for the next few thrusts. His throat showed his experience when he took my nine long by fairly thick cock easier than I’d believe he’d uncuff me. His hands roughed briefly over my hips and then he snatched my jeans just past my knees. The way he manipulated my ass cheeks scared and excited me way beyond my wildest cop sucking fantasies and to top it all off, the cop was sucking me.

“Please let me have my hands! I’ve gotta touch you!” I begged. He ignored my request and forced me to watch as he slid his lips to the underside of my cock. His eyes then locked with mine and he grinned. He finished the silent statement when he slid his mouth even further back and enveloped my balls in his smooth and wet oral warmth. I gaped my legs, lowered myself to him and then seethed hard when his lips again touched my cock. The longer he held me captive to his ecstasy the weaker my knees became. My lustfully shut eyes opened when I felt grass on my knees and the sudden erotic sensation of my handcuffed condition washed over me when we locked eyes again. The look in his steely eyes led me quickly to the conclusion that I would be bound until the end of our session. The itch felt in my fingers increased intensity, as did the force of the hungry suck job Johnny law was giving my cock and balls. I couldn’t help but grin at the enjoyment that showed in the officer’s eyes.

His thick and trimmed moustache was my next sight and the look of it made my mouth water. It supported my cock perfectly and stimulated the underside with a scratch so gentle and pleasurable it was beyond mere words.

“Damn, why don’t you let me touch you?” I seethed down at him to have him wink and chuckle. “You like my fucking balls in your mouth, don’t you Officer!?” His moans started my hips to rolling gently, and the more I did so, the louder and deeper his responses were. Before long I could take it no more and my balls slid from his mouth when I leaned back. The stare he put me under demanded an immediate explanation.

He started his own version when he signaled for me to stand. I watched him follow my action and then I stared over his six-foot one-inch well-built form.

“Why should I take the cuffs off?” he asked and folded his arms across his wide chest.

“You’re fucking hot, you’ve got me hot for you and I really would like to touch you.”

“I like you in the state you’re in and that’s how you’ll stay, you got it fucker?”

“Yes sir.” I said in defeat, but rushed and secretly smiled from the way he had spoken to me.

“Good.” he said and pushed me to my knees before his precum dripping eight long by thicker than my thick cock. I eased my tongue over my lips as I stared the length of its throbbing and heavily veined being. I slipped my tongue over the fireman’s cap head and laid claim to the salty treasure that waited there. The taste only served to make me hungry for more, in a larger and more forceful quantity. The moan that escaped my lips at the thought of it made the cop snicker.

“You like the taste of my cock drool, do ya? Just like a good cocksucker, and I’ll bet you want my load too, don’t you cocksucker?” I moaned loud, sucked harder, a bit faster and held his cock in my throat longer when he shoved it down. His hands gripped my head firmly as he fed me that dick with more and more aggression.

I took it in the same manner, kept my mouth well salivated for each fore stroke and my throat wide open for each fresh plunge of his cockhead down into it. The moans he filled my ears with sent hot waves of lust through me and they settled in my crotch and burned with great intensity. My cock throbbed harder with his every thrust and I felt my orgasm becoming eminent. Yet I fought the need, determined to blow my load somewhere close to the time he filled my mouth with his cop cream. By the way he groaned, talked half intelligibly and thrust to me I knew his orgasm wasn’t far off. I shut my eyes and prepared for the glory of it all.

As quickly as those thoughts and actions came to pass, a feeling of emptiness in my oral cavity suddenly reversed them. My eyes saw his cock before them and my mind became alert to it being proficiently manipulated, as my mouth remained open and waiting. “Beat that cop cock in my face man!” I told him. “Beat that fucker till it blows that load in my mouth!” I said as I looked up at him.

“You’re gonna get what you want, cocksucker!” he heaved. “You’re gonna get it good!” I felt myself lean in closer the longer my eyes stayed riveted to his action and I was unable to stop myself once I began to fall.

The entire procedure was like slow motion. My lips barely brushed over his cockhead, my eyes caught a flash of it as I passed and by some miracle, I managed to turn my body. He stepped away, I crashed to the forest floor and the pain in my bound wrists and twisted legs was almost unbearable. The twigs and leaves dug into the flesh of my ass, but my hunger for what was coming to me overruled it all. Once his cockhead was again between my lips I adjusted my position for some sort of comfort.

“Get it boy!” he taunted. “Take my cock any way you can get it! That’s a true cocksucker for ya!” The echo of his laughter in my ears sent rocketed waves of lust through me and I groaned in response to his tease.

His hand stroked his meat a few times and then I felt the sting of it across my cheek. The more he did that the more I fought to trap it. He finally stuffed it to my hunger and made sure my entire oral cavity got in on the action. The leniency he showed to let me breathe was short lived but appreciated. Again I got to feel the slap of his cock across my cheek a few times, and then I dragged tongue over my lips as I watched his hairy balls close in on my open mouth. My chin felt the urgency of his masturbatory strokes as pleasurable slams of his fist on every down stroke. As that cock-loving cop got closer to blowing his load down to me, the faster and harder the slams made their persistence known.

Just after his heavy breathing turned to obscenity-laced grunts, his balls created a void in my mouth. Which was quickly filled by the swollen glans of his cock being shoved as far down my throat as I could handle. On the second shove his grip on my hair increased to a pull.

“Fucking hot mouthed cop sucker!” He spat and then his deluge blasted forth in several shots and coated my alimentary canal all the way to my duodenum. The only true taste of his sauce I got came to my tongue as he dragged his cock from my mouth. Though it was a relatively small amount compared to what went down me, the flavor and consistency of it was enough to satisfy. He composed himself, stood me up, put my cock away and stared over me as he walked a circle around me.

“It’s time to go?” He said as he stepped before me once again.

“Where?” I asked as we began to walk.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He said and again made me feel the fear that consumed me when the incident first began.

Just as the interstate came into view he stopped our forward motion, turned me to face him and he stared into my eyes.

“Did you like that?” he asked to have me stare hard at him for the few seconds it took for the fear to drain away.

“Yes,” I said finally. “It’s certainly not my norm, but damn was it ever hot.”

“I thought so too.” He told me and released my wrists from the cuffs. Once back on the interstate and traveling in the direction I was familiar with, I looked forward to when he’d drop me off at the rest area, which made it easier and safer for me to possibly find a ride to town. Much to my chagrin, which hot fucker dropped me off pretty much where he had picked me up. As I went to open the door, he placed a hand on my forearm and thankfully placed a lighter grip on it than he had earlier.

“Remember, no hitch hiking, leave your joint at home and don’t let me see you out here again. Understand?”

“Yes sir, but can you give me a ride to the rest area?”

“No. I have other business to attend to.” he said flatly. “You’ll be fine. Good day sir.”

I stared at him for a second or so in disbelief, but got out of the car and made my way to the rest area.