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Dressed for Suck-cess, Part 1
by LykemLatino
Officer Hendricks, one of the local cops, had noticed Jason's predicament as he patrolled the area. He pulled his vehicle to a stop at the corner. "Hop in!" Jason heard him yell out as he opened the passenger door. "I'll give you a lift home". Jason didn't usually accept rides from people he didn't know but, considering that this was a cop, he eagerly scrambled onto the front seat gave Officer Hendricks his address.
A short time later the patrol car pulled into the driveway outside his apartment building. With a quick "thank you" Jason made his way to the front door, but the rain had chilled him to the bone. His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't get the key into the lock. Fortunately, Officer Hendricks had waited and came to his rescue again. Once they were inside Officer Hendricks ordered Jason to "get out of those wet clothes!" But Jason couldn't even get his shoelaces untied. "Here! Let me do it!"
With lightning speed Officer Hendricks had Jason stripped down to his bare skin and had the shower running. Jason waited until the water was hot enough before stepping under the spray. He felt warmer almost immediately. He closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of the water cascading over his body. Seeing that Jason was beginning to recover from the cold shower he'd had earlier, Officer Hendricks began questioning him about his circumstances.
Jason informed him that he had turned eighteen just a week ago. He was looking forward to attending college out-of-state in a few months. His father had died shortly after he was born. His mother was at work and wouldn't be home for hours. He also explained that the weather was considerably nicer when he'd gone out that day.
"So; no brothers or sisters? You'll be here alone after I leave?" Officer Hendricks asked.
"Yeah," Jason replied "unless mom gets off work early."
"Well, let's hope that doesn't happen." Officer Hendricks said with a different tone in his voice. "I'd hate for anything to get in the way of our fun."
Jason opened his eyes just in time to see Officer Hendricks pushing his pants down to his knees. He also saw Officer Hendricks' service revolver, as well as his huge throbbing cock, pointed directly at him.
"On your knees!" Officer Hendricks ordered.
Knowing that he didn't have the slightest chance of escape, Jason complied. It was obvious what Officer Hendricks had in mind, and Jason opened his mouth without needing to be told. Little by little, Officer Hendricks' forced his swollen member down Jason's throat and didn't stop until he'd buried the whole nine inches. Laying his gun down on a nearby counter he began to pump his hips into Jason's face with a slow, steady rhythm. Gradually the pace grew quicker, the strokes grew shorter, and finally his load erupted way down inside.
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