A Continued Police Presence

by rustyfella

28 Jun 2010 11404 readers Score 8.9 (48 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


The next day, after we spent the morning in each other's arms I enjoyed watching that big cop, move around my home. 

I'll share what I was seeing.

Franco Raguzzi,( Not his real name, so don't run for the phonebook or the internet to track him down.) was of mixed Italian and Irish descent. From his looks, mostly Italian. He is six foot,five inches tall,and about two forty pounds of hard muscle.

Franco's skin is a light olive in tone. He has a full head of short black curls. Heavy black eyebrows arch over very green eyes. His ears are relatively small and stick out a bit. His nose looks like it started out to be Roman, and settled for an Irish snub somewhere along the line. He has really full lips, almost like a pout.

His jaw is really square, with a cleft in the chin, and outlined by a very dark beard shadow that never quite disapears even after he shaves. He has a neck of someone who works out a lot. Not so thick that his head looks small, but strong looking. His chest and shoulders look massive, not because of extreme muscles, but because a big chest and shoulders are natural to him. His pecs are hard but he has so much chest hair, that you can't see the definition. ( You can sure feel it!)

His nipples are not very big and almost disappear in all that black hair. He has a six pack stomach,once again covered in black hair. His hips aren't particularly narrow, but they aren't too wide either. His ass ( My favorite body part) is massive and round, and yes covered in black hair. 

His legs are muscular, well defined, hairy right down to the tops of his feet. 

His dick hardens to about six maybe six and a half inches,and is what I call chubby. Nice pinkish head, cut ,kind of like a pink mushroom.

Big, round balls that hang kind of low for all the world like those of a prize bull.

Soon it was time to get back to our respective lives and we had to part.

 I gave Franco my number, but he didn't share his, so I realy didn't expect to hear from him again. 

My week went on and I for the most part didn't think much about Franco, except odd moments when I trotted out our early morning adventure in my mind.   Those moments had me jerking off rather frequently.

I had a gig that weekend with the stripper troup, and as my boss was training in a new bartender, I was free to go.

Mr. Hot Cop was out of my mind for the weekend. Tips were great, I found some very willing partners.  

I had a great time.

Imagine my surprise, after a whole week, coming home to about six messages on my machine from Franco.( This was slightly before the convenience of cells.) By the last message he was sounding just a bit testy.

 Well screw him, I had a life and a job.

 But memories of that hot body and what he had me do, had me reaching for the phone. To get his message machine. Figures, machine tag.

I went to work that night and my boss tracked me down right away. 

Seems a cop had come in looking for me.

 I could tell my boss thought I was in some kind of legal trouble, but I don't fuck and tell, so I couldn't really explain why a cop was looking for me. Although my boss ran a clean club, a Uniform asking questions can unsettle the clientel, so he wasn't too happy with me. He kept giving me scowling sideways looks all night.

 I could also tell the other bartenders and waitstaff were burning up the gossip lines. 

Hell even a couple of the regulars were looking at me fisheyed.

When the club closed and I headed home, I was in a BAD MOOD.

 My life had just got very complicated. It appeared I suddenly had a stalker on my ass, and a cop to boot. That had all the earmarks of real trouble. I practically stalked down my alley, grumbling and cussing under my breath. I turned the corner and stopped startled.

 There was the source of my current troubles standing at my door at two in the morning.

" What the fuck are you doing here?" I snarled.

Taken aback, he said in a shocked voice, " You said same time, same place, diffrent night in your message?"

 "I said to fucking call me, not plop your ass on my doorstep with no warning.  Seems to be a thing with you.!"

&Why are you so mad?"

"Maybe because I had a real bad night at work because some stalker cop had to show up in his uniform where I work and ask a lot of fucking questions and almost cost me my job. "

"Oh!"he whispered.  At least he had the grace to look shamed.

 "Oh, OH! That's all you've got to say! When my boss thinks I'm dealing drugs or robbing banks or something! OH! When I haven't heard from you in a week and suddenly I get snitty sounding phone calls, because I'm not there jumping to answer the phone because you decide to call! Oh! because you suddenly decide to pop up at my door and I'm supposed to be ecstatic  just because you're here!"

By then I was so mad, I was quivering. He hung his head and I glared murder at him. 

Then in a soft voice, "I'm sorry Rusty, I didn't call because I couldn't get you out of my mind. After the way I acted that night, I didn't really think you'd want me around. But I kept thinking about that night and you and I wanted to do it again! But now you're mad at me and I guess, I wouldn't blame you if you told me to scram. I hope you'll give me a chance to make it up to you!"

 He peered hopefully with those pretty green eyes. I took in a deep breath, and took in that massive  beautiful cop body, that dejected little boy attitude, and some of the rage faded. 

I brushed past him, unlocked and flung open the door and stood aside. " Get your sorry fucking  cop ass in here and we'll talk!"

He meekly came in, sliding past me.  He was so big, he couldn't help but brush against me.  I caught a whiff of his scent and my dick began to harden.

 I slammed the door,  partly to get my mind off his body, jerked off my coat and threw it across the room in anger.

 I looked him up and down and the glimmers of a plan started weaving through my mind. 

"Shit, I need a fucking drink. If you really want to make it up to me I expect you to be in nothing but your underwear when I get back, ohterwise there's the damned door!' I snarled and stalked off to the kitchen.

 I poured a stiff one and took a couple gulps. Then I refilled it and poured a double shot of tequila. I didn't know if Franco liked tequila, but in my mood it didn't matter if he did. He'd drink it or go!

 Spying the small jar of Elbow Grease he'd left on the counter, I grabbed it and jammed it in my jean  pocket.

I stalked back into the main room and slammed to a stop. 

There was Franco stripped to his ratty old jock, kneeling, knees together, on my braided rug. ( Franco didn't like regular underwear, just jocks.) 

He sure made a pretty sight, that man mountain kneeling head down, waiting for me. 

I popped an instant hard!

Franco's state of mind was obvious, his hard cock  pushing at the ratty pouch of his jock, nearly ripping the frail cloth.

 I walked around him, savoring the sight of his hard hairy body.  The way the jock straps accented his massive hairy butt.

"Spread your knees, Boy!". He spread them "Wider", I snapped

There is something about kneeling with widespread knees, genitals exposed, that makes many men feel vulnerable.

I was in the mood to make Franco feel some vulnerability.

"So, you want to make it up to me, do you?"

" Yes Sir'", the whisper came from his bowed curly head.

. "Well, I'm pretty fucking pissed at you  Boy. So how are we going to make me feel better about your crap?"

" I should be punished Sir."

'"OH and how do bad boys like you  get punished?'"

 "Bad boys  should get spanked Sir."

Now, I don't really get into the whole punishment scene,  ( I'm more the caring daddy type, not the sadist type.) but I really was pissed . And frankly ?  The thought of paddling that big butt sounded hot.

Yet? Was a spanking enough to mollify me?

" I don't know boy, I'm pretty mad, and a spanking doesn't quite seem like enough to make me feel better!"

 "You could use your belt Sir."he said quietly.

 Now that idea had merit. I needed to let some of my frustration out and if he was willing  and it made him happy, why not? 

Keep in mind, that while I'm no weakling, this man could probably snap me like a twig. I certainly wasn't going to be able to do anything to him he didn't want me to.  So he must really want that belt.

I walked past him and seated my self on the bench of the bowflex.

 "Look at me Boy"' I ordered.

 Then when I had his undivided attention, I slowly pulled off my belt. If there is one thing I know how to do, it's making a production of taking something off. Goes with the stripper job.

 When I had it off, I held it up and dropped it beside the bench. The look of disappointment  on his face was almost comical. Like I was denying him a treat.

" I've been on my feet all night Boy,  I want you to crawl over here and pull off my boots and socks!"

The bereft look left his eyes, replaced by a sparkle. 

I won't kid, it was such a turn on to see that  big masculine man crawl across the rug to my feet. 

Very gently, reverently, he pulled off a boot, a sock.

 Then , to my pleasure, kissed my foot.

 Then he pulled off the other boot and sock and kissed that one too. 

Then he knelt further, and began licking my feet. 

Now, standing around all night in cowboy boots and sweat socks, in a warm dance bar,  I'm pretty sure those feet were sweaty and really gamey .  

Yet, Franco seemed to revel in cleaning every bit of funk from those feet.

It was pretty hard to imagine, at this point, that this eager to please submissive Boy ,was supposedly a big tough cop. 

I guess there is no telling about a man's needs and nature from his looks or job. 

I had a beautiful view of his broad back, and the tops of his hairy ass mounds, as he bent his attention on my feet.

 God, he was breathtaking!

Finally I pushed him back with my foot and stood. 

This time there was no strip show as I unceremoniously yanked off my jeans and shorts. 

His eyes zeroed in on my fat uncut dick and he licked his lips.

But, he stayed put, kneeling, waiting for my orders.

Once again I sat on the bench. 

& Get across my knees, ass in the air boy!" I ordered.  "Time you paid the price for your actions."

I saw a small satisfied smile quirk his full lips

 He crawled over, then crawled across my lap, the hair on his chest, then stomach, brushing the exposed tip of my hard dick.

 It felt so good.

. Finally he was in position, his ass in the air, and his dick and balls between my thighs. My own hard was pressed down by his hard belly, just in front of his hard cock in his rotten old jock. I held him there a moment ot two, running my hand over his round hairy ass.

 God he had a beautiful ass! 

Then.

 Whack! 

He jolted, I hadn't held back. I waited a moment, watching his cheek turn white, then pink. 

I then proceeded to administer a slow, hard spanking.  Pausing to let him feel each slap. His gorgeous round ass quivering  with every blow.

Then I casually leaned over to retrieve my belt from the floor.

 Franco tensed across my thighs, as I dragged it across the side of his face and neck, across his shoulders and back. 

I used his lower back, just above the waist band of his jock, like a table to fold the leather, so he'd feel it. 

I widened my knees, took a firm hold of his waist, with the hand holding the belt, Then I reached back between his legs to pull his jock pouch aside, freeing his  leaking hard dick and balls. 

I spread his legs a bit wider and gently  pulled his bull balls up on my thigh, where I could see them.

 All, the while Franco was tensed, wondering what I'd do next.  Would the next feeling be the sharp slap of leather on skin?  Or would I punish those big bull testicles.

 Transferring the belt to my free hand, holding his body in place with the other, I passed the folded leather down his crack and over his balls. 

Running it back up again I caught his balls, in the loop the folded belt made, and lifted them, then as they plopped out . I drew the rough edge, deep in his ass crack, scraping across his bunghole. 

A soft moan escaped his lips. I played like this for a few moments, loving the way that belt looked , hooking his balls and sliding deep in his hairy crevice. Scraping against his pulsing pink slit.

His moans grew  louder and he started to squirm. I applied pressure on his lower back  to hold him still.  An obedient sub, he instinctively stopped moving.

SWISH! 

WHACK!

 The belt left a stripe  across his hairy globes.

Surprised, Franco almost jolted out of my lap.

He let out a low gasp, then tensed waiting for the next blow. 

I held off until he started to relax again. 

SWISH! 

WHACK!

 I slowly beat  on his big ass with the belt for about ten blows. 

I could feel his cock spasm against my thighs, and the wet feel of precum trickling down the hairs of my leg. 

My own dick, pressed into his pubic hair between his groin and hard dick, was leaking into his bush and the base of his dick.

Then I dropped the belt on the floor in front of his face.

 I leaned over sideways to grab my jeans and retrieve the jar of Elbow Grease out of the pocket. I twisted off the lid and jammed all four fingers and my thumb into it.  

Coating them thoroughly.

Softly I told Franco, " I'm going to play with your asshole now Boy,  just because I feel like it.  Because  I love playing with a manhole. Any complaints?"

" No Sir. My hole belongs to you.  Do whatever makes you feel good"

" Good Boy. Now reach back and spread your cheeks for me Boy!"

 When he hesitated, I snapped out. "NOW!". Startling him.

 Up til now he'd kept most of his weight off me by bracing his hands on the floor. Maybe he was afraid of being too heavy, but I'm pretty strong and still had him gripped by the waist. Slowly he reached back, letting me feel his full weight and spread his mounds apart, exposing his hot little pucker in it's nest of hair.

 I ran my coated index finger all around that pucker, getting it nice and slick.

 Then rested the tip of my slicked up finger on the little slit that was the doorway of his body. 

He moaned and tried to push against my finger but I pulled it away, and waited.

 This was my show, and he'd get that finger when I was good and ready to give it to him.  Not when he wanted it.

"Sorry SIR, I understand Sir."

That's a good Boy."

Point made, I nestled the tip of my finger back against his  clenching opening.

 This time he held his ass perfectly still. 

I was really   actually getting into this   whole Boy , Daddy scene.

 Who knew a little domination play could be so hot?

Slowly I slid my finger into him, letting him feel each knuckle as it forced it'd way past his ass ring. 

When it was all in, I just held it there for a moment, enjoying the wet heat of his insides.   There is something so intimate about burying a finger in a man's hole.

Then I started moving it around, searching for his prostate gland. A gasp let me know where it was, and I playfully stroked it for a while, while he shuddered, ,moaning, yet trying to hold himself still at the same time.

.I played around inside him for a while, then I slowly drew my finger most of the way out. 

'"Ready for another finger Boy?"

 "Yes Sir, Please Sir." 

Gently I eased the tip of a second finger in, then slowly forced it and it's mate, deep as I could go.   Licked my lips as they invaded such an intimate body part.

His ass ring clenched so hard, I thought my fingers would be sqeezed off. I idly stroked his joy gland a few more times, then once again withdrew most of the way.

"Can you take three fingers Boy?"

 Rhetorical question as I'd seen his ass swallow a wax candle almost as big as my hand. I already knew that tight hole would loosen up enough for three.


" Yes, Please, Sir."

I lined upthe third finger and eased all three into his stretching hole. 

There was no  sign of a pucker now, just a stretched  elastic pink ring, tight around my fingers.

 I could feel his pulse through the wet lining of his guts, it was pumping fast. I flexed my fingers around,  watching them stretching his hole further.

 Then, no asking this time, I slid in my little finger .

 I'd never put that many fingers inside a guys ass before.

To my surprise, it was an incredible feeling! 

I could feel my fingers pushing into the linings of his gut. Franco was moaning, trying hard not to push against my fingers, trying not to fuck himself.

 I paused, and actually began to wonder if my whole hand would fit.

 Up to now, he'd taken everything pretty easy.

 His  body was  shuddering each time I moved my fingers inside him and he was beginning to glisten with sweat.

 " Good Boy, you took all four fingers for me.  Where do we go from here?" 

 "Can you take all five?"

A hestitation. ". I don't know.   I'd like to try Sir." ' 

Taking that as permission,I slowly worked my thumb inside his wide stretched hole.  I could tell it hurt a bit, because Franco couldn't help sqirming. His breathing grew faster, and more sweat popped out on his back. 

But he didn't ask me to stop and soon all five fingers were in to my knuckles.

I could feel his asshole spasming against my knuckles.

 I really hadn't intended to go this far!

 As if sensing my indecision, Franco let go off his ass with one hand and fumbled for the jar of Elbow Grease lying on the rug.

 He reached back around to lay it on his back, near where five fingers were stretching his hole. His message was clear! He wanted the whole hand. God, what a glutton for punishment. Trying to balance his body with my thighs, without taking my fingers from his hole, I let go of his waist to scoop some grease up. I slathered it all over my knuckles and up my wrist and lower arm. 

When I was done, I whispered,' "Are you sure Boy? I'm not pissed anymore, and I  reallybdon't want to hurt you." 

 "I don't know Sir, I've never taken a whole hand, but I want yours, Sir, I really want to try!' "

 I leaned over and kissed his sweating back just above his ass cleft, the first tender thing I'd done all night. 

It occured to me that Franco must really like me alot.  Unless he was lying about being fisted,we were going pretty far into new territory for a second bout of sex play. 

Of course He'd gone pretty far beyond my expectations the night he'd shown up!

Maybe this  burly cop was just a pig bottom from the get go? 

I really didn't care! All I knew was I was about to try to bury my hand inside the ass of the hottest man I'd ever seen.

 I felt powerful! I was so excited  by the thought of my whole hand inside him, I thought I'd shoot off right then.

I started pushing slowly against his opening. Already stretched so wide, his body didn't want to let me in! Franco was whimpering, I knew it had to be hurting like hell, but I also now  knew he got off on the  pain. 

I eased off a bit, let him relax, took a deep breath and slowly eased back in. This time when me knuckles met his ring I pushed a little harder. Franco took a deep breath, and  pushed out against my hand. That opened his ass ring just enough for my knuckles to slide in.

 Franco let out a half moan, half whimper, as my knuckles stretched his hole even wider. His hole was spasming so hard I thought my hand would break. I held still, letting him adjust, I was in past the knuckles, but the widest part of my hand still needed to slip past his already overstretched ass lips. 

Suddenly, without warning, Franco bucked up against the well greased intruder in his body, and my hand slid in to the wrist.

 Stunned I sat there my hand buried deep in the guts of this cop stud. I could feel his heart pounding, as he shuddered and squirmed , trying to adjust to a whole hand inside him. . 

It had to hurt like hell, but it was in!

 I think we were both content to freeze there awhile. Me drinking in the incredible feeling and exhilaration of what we'd just did, and him to adjust to something so big lodged deep in his gut. After a while he stopped sqirming and shivering. He'd begun to get used to the feeling.

"Can you make a fist Sir?"

 I wasn't too sure about that. It felt incredibly tight in there, and I knew  from things I'd read, his gut tissues were very very delicate. I was afraid of tearing something and told him so.

"Just go slow Sir"

Finally, I  plucked some courage and began to draw my fingers in. 

I could feel his guts stretch around my finger tips. I actually remember thinking, Thank God I keep my fingernails short.

 Franco was moaning, I'm sure he could feel my arm muscles flexing against his outstretched asslips.

Then incredibly my hand was drawn into a fist. I realized it would be safer to move inside him now, because my fist was more blunt, than outstretched fingers would be.

Once I thought he'd adjusted, I gently pulled my arm back, watching his asslips pull up around my wrist.

. Franco was squirming, moaning and growling all at the same time. They seemed to be sounds of excitement.

Then I eased my hand back in. I eased it back, then in. 

Franco, himself,was bucking and moaning, meeting my slow thrusts, helping to fuck himself on my arm.

 His hairy belly and  stiff leaking cock were rubbing hard against my own throbbing dick.

 I started breathing hard, the friction of his humping working my cock.  The sight of my hand inside him I had  the come boiling in my nuts. 

With a gasp, I let loose, spasming my cream across his groin and belly. Inadvertantly I jammed my arm even further up his ass, and then Franco was thrashing, sending his cum cascading down my thigh. 

We froze there, panting, the last cum leaking out of our dicks, my hand still buried up his hole. 

His weight started to weigh hard on my quivering legs, so I began to unclench my fist. Franco started moaning again, his lips must have been raw, but I had to abuse them further to ease my hand out of his ass.

 Finally it was out.

 Franco slid off my aching legs into a heap on the rug. And just laid there panting. Kneeling down on shaky legs, I caressed the back of his neck. 

Are you all right,Franco?"

 '" God, my ass hurts Rusty! 'I can't believe I took your whole hand inside me! It was incredible!"

 '" Yeah, Franco, pretty fantastic for me too!"

 "I hope you're not so mad at me any more."He gave me an impish smile.

 I reached down a hand to pull him up. I pulled his head down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

Knowing this big burly cop was a cuddler. "C'mon Boy. Let's go to bed."

Franco proceeded me up the stairs. I almost laughed.  He was definitely walking a bit different.

Once there I wrapped my arms around him. 

I think we both lay awake awhile, marveling at what we'd just done.

 Eventually, the long night, the emotions, and physical exhaustion took over and we drifted off to sleep with him cuddled up against my body. No, I wasn't even remotely angry with my big boy cop!