Gay Erotic Stories

As usual I had over slept, and as usual I’d be late for work … again. I hurriedly showered, shaved, dressed, and hit the road in my beloved new red convertible. Traffic was moderate as I rolled down on to the major thoroughfare through town. My office was about 2 miles away. I figured if I made all the lights, my arrival at work would be within acceptable limits to my asshole boss who had warned me repeatedly not to be late.

As I approached a primary intersection, the light turned yellow. I knew this particular light was excessively long, given all the left turn lanes that were there. So I floored the accelerator and flew through the intersection, noting the light had already turned red. Actually this type of driving behavior is pretty dangerous these days, but hey I made it. Or so I thought.

Within a block, there were flashing red lights in my rear view mirror and I knew I’d been had. This was just great. Not only would I be really late for work, but this would be my third moving violation within a year which could result in my license be revoked, not to mention another increase in an already outrageous insurance bill.

I went ahead and dug my license, registration, and insurance card out as the cop approached the car. He was a big guy, about 30 years old, and looked to be in fairly good shape; not someone you wanted to screw with. “In a hurry, son?” asked the cop, as he removed his mirror sunglasses. What a stupid question. Handing him all my paperwork, I decided to plead my case. Explaining that this would be my third violation, I told the cop I would do just about anything to avoid a ticket. Begging is not my strong suit, but I was desperate.

The cop didn’t say anything, but returned to his patrol car presumably to check out my story. Returning in about 5 minutes, the cop handed me a card. “Come to this address tonight at 9pm … and don’t be late,” snapped the cop. With that he left, together with my license, registration, and insurance papers. “What was that all about?” I wondered to myself, as I drove on to work. But at least I hadn’t been served a moving violation … yet.

My mind was on the cop all day, wondering what in the world was going on here. My boss had called in sick, so all this hurry up crap was totally unnecessary. I left work at around 6pm and stopped at a bar to eat and have a few beers. I kept looking at the card the cop had given me. It was an apartment complex, not far from where I lived. About 8:45pm I left the bar and headed to the address on the card.

Arriving promptly at 9pm, I found the apartment and knocked on the door. Opening the door, there stood the cop, still in uniform. “Come in, son,” said the cop. Somehow I didn’t much care to be called “son” by a 30-something man, given the fact I’m 28 years old. “Have a seat,” commanded the cop, pointing to the couch. “So, you’ll do anything to avoid a ticket, huh?” asked the cop, still standing. “Ah, yes sir, I guess so,” I replied with a quiver in my voice. That said, the cop started to remove his clothes and commanded me to get on the floor on my knees. My God, he was going to make me suck his dick!

And sure enough, within seconds the cop had removed his shirt, dropped his pants and underwear, sporting a semi-erect dick. Slowly he moved in my direction and crammed his dick in my mouth, ordering me to “suck my dick.” Yeah, I’d given a few blowjobs in my time, but never to a complete stranger, much less a cop. “Suck that dick! Yeah, suck that dick,” the cop repeated over and over again. Somewhat of a limited vocabulary I would say.

By now the cop is fully erect, due principally to my continually sucking his cock. Actually it wasn’t too bad, since the cop wasn’t that well endowed. About 6 inches I’d say. After about 5 minutes of this nonsense, the cop pulled his dick from my mouth and ordered me to remove all my clothes. I knew what was coming next. But still wanting my license back, along with no ticket, I complied. By now the cop had removed his pants and shoes and was fully naked and still hard.

“Turn around and bend over asshole, on all fours!” shouted the cop. Next thing I know, the cop has inserted his cock into my hole, pumping away like some type of madman. Yeah, I’d taken it up the ass before, so I knew what to expect. This torture lasted about 10 minutes, again with the cop repeating over and over again, “Fuck that ass, yeah, fuck that ass,” again showing a singular lack of any exciting vocabulary. Finally he pulled out and let loose with a pathetic stream of cum, hardly enough to even see.

“On your feet, son,” said the cop as he wiped his dick off. “Jack off for me,” commanded the cop, almost like this was going to be some kind of entertainment. Already hard by now, I started to slowly masturbate; I figured I might as well enjoy myself. “Faster, you asshole,” said the cop, as he put his uniform back on, presumably to indicate he was still in charge. After about 5 minutes of beating off, I announced my intention to cum, and promptly did so all over the carpet. This obvious breech of manners didn’t seem to bother the cop.

“Now get your clothes back on and get the fuck out of here,” shouted the cop. “Your license and other papers are on the kitchen counter.”

I hurriedly dressed, picked up all my documents, and left the apartment. Well, at least I still hadn’t gotten a ticket. Probably best to watch my speeding, since I couldn’t afford to be without transportation.

Early the following morning, the phone rang. “Hey asshole …” was the greeting on the phone. I recognized it was the cop, who had apparently lifted my name from the driver’s license and found me in the phone book. “Did you steal my badge?” screamed the cop. Well yes I had, chuckling to myself. The cop had foolishly left it on his kitchen counter, next to my papers. “I need that back you asshole!” the cop continued to shout.

“Well, that’s fine you dickhead,” I said with a smirk. “You can pick it up at my place tonight at 9 o’clock … and don’t be late you piece of shit!”