The STOP – Part 1

THE STOP
I leave the bar after just a few drinks. I am not drunk, but I have a nice buzz going. The guy I had been watching for an hour hooked up with someone before I got the balls to talk to him. So I’m really pissed at myself and have to go home all horny… I hope it doesn’t go to waste tonight. I hate when I do that… I take forever to find the perfect match, then I sit there waiting for a miracle. I need to grow some bigger balls. Shit!

I love my car, it’s a BMW 535i; sapphire black with black leather and all the toys you could ask for. I bought it because it was my dream car, and I’ve never regretted a minute with it. It still smells new and I get a little turned on at the smell of the leather every time I get into it. I pull out of the parking lot and take a deep breath. I grab my crotch and squeeze myself hard… still pissed at myself. My balls are hanging really low tonight and I am half hard as I fondle myself. I only get about four blocks when I see some lights flashing in my rearview mirror. Fuck! Just what I need… a cop pulling me over. Well, I always love seeing a guy in uniform. I hope that at least he’s hot and I can admire him while he writes me my ticket. I pull over and the patrol car stops behind me. I look in my side mirror and see a dark blue uniform from the shoulders down to the knees. A slender guy… that’s good. Better than some fat-ass-donut-eating-pig.

Before I know it, he’s at my window and he has to wait while I press the down button. “Good evening, Officer”, I say. WOW! I stare up into these steely blue eyes of this young cop. He’s probably 5’11”, about 28 years old, with short cropped dirty blonde hair. I gulp a little. I’m not nervous about getting stopped, but this guy is hot. He gives me the standard, “license and registration” crap and I immediately comply. I look at his badge and it says, HARLTON, Joshua. Have you been drinking, sir? he asks. Well, I said, I just had a glass of wine at the Kro-bar, but I’m not drunk. I see a smirkish smile on his face. The Kro-bar? he asks. Yeah, I said. Well sir, if you’ve been drinking, I’m going to have to ask you to get out of the car. Damn!, I think to myself. But I guess he would have figured it out… even if I had lied. I turn off the car, undo my seatbelt, and open the door. This cop is bigger than me by a few inches, but he seemed to tower over me in his state-issued black leather boots. He seems to be looking me over as I get out. “Please turn around and put your hands on the roof”, he directs. I comply, but move slowly. He definately seems to be checking me out… I think.

I feel him put his hands on my neck and start to “frisk” me as he moves down my body.