PULL OVER!!

I recently bought a used police car – equipped with the spotlight and flashing side lights and an old siren with a bunch of wiring thrown in a box in the trunk. I thought that with the great way these old cars were built and how well they are generally taken care of that I’d have a car that would last me for a long time to cum – er, uh come!! Little did I know that my new found “authority” would not only get me through traffic quickly, but also get me access to some nice cocks to suck and fuck if I played my cards right.

A buddy of mine helped me hook up all the lights and the old siren that came with the car and after a couple of days of cruising up and down the local highways freakin’ people out and cruising at high speeds to my next “emergency” the newness of the whole thing died out and I began to think of other ways to make my new vehicle entertaining.

There are several gay bars in town that I frequent somewhat regularly to meet hot guys to suck their cocks and pump my asshole full of their jizz. Even the times of going out and getting filled and fucked seemed to begin to get boring and I thought, hey, maybe I’ll pull over some guys I see leaving the clubs and try to get sex from them! It took a couple of nights of tyring this before I got the balls up to actually put on the lights and siren and pull someone over. I was very nervous and actually shaking as I sat in my car in the parking lot while a hot, well built brunette boy in a mustang left the gay bar and headed north out of town. I followed him closely and when he got to a somewhat deserted area of the state road I hit the lights and chirped the siren a couple of times and he immediately pulled over. I trained the spotlight on his vehicle as I pulled over behind him and was shaking uncontrollably as I got out of my car and approached him.

He lowered the window as I approached and appeared to be looking for something, perhaps his ID or insurance or something. “Do you know why I pulled you over this evening?” I asked with my best macho non-fag voice. “No sir, I don’t think I was speeding.” I leaned on his door window jamb and looked inside. He kind of looked at me funny as he saw I wasn’t in uniform or anything.

I looked at his crotch, he noticed me staring and a slight smile overtook his before quizzicle face. “I pulled you over because I’d like to suck and fuck your cock!!” I said with my normal gay/feminine lisp. You could have scooped his jaw up off the floor after I said that! “You live nearby?” I asked him. He nodded and gave his address. I asked him if he was interested and wanting to fuck, to which he eagerly said yes. I told him I’d follow him back to his place if he was willing, and when we agreed and he gave me his cell numberand I gave him mine in case we got separated, I got back into my cruiser and followed him home. My cock was twitching and throbbing at the thought of what I was doing and going to do – it turned me on to no end!!

I followed my young victim to his apartment about ten minutes away. His name was Robert and I had guessed him to be about 30ish years old. We went upstairs to his place and he offered me a drink as he pulled a couple of beers from his fridge and we sat on the sofa next to each other. I accepted the beer and we took a few sips.

“Do you smoke?” He asked me. Not real sure what he meant or where it was going I said, “sure” and thought he might have been asking me in case cigarette smoke bothered me or something. But that wasn’t the case. He opened a wooden box on his coffee table and I could see a baggie of what looked like marijuana and a half dozen or so rolled fat joints inside the box. He pulled out two joints and a lighter and offered one of the sticks to me. I hadn’t smoked pot in a long time but confess I was very eager to do it!!

“This is some good shit!” he exclaimed as he lit my joint first and then fired up his own. I hit it hard and deep sucking down all the smoke I could – I didn’t want to waste any of it. By the third or fourth long deep hit on my joint, I was feeling a slight buzz starting to overtake me. “Yeah,” I replied after a few minutes of hitting the joint, “this sure is good shit!” Robert just chuckled to himself and we sat back on the sofa, each of us toking on a joint getting stoned with one hand and rubbing each others thigh and crotch with the other hand.