Jose

JOSÉ

                                                               by Mighty Mouth

            Caution: this story is full of foul language and obscenities. If your virgin ears can’t deal with it, tune in to a different story.  ☺

          José is a 35 year old Puerto Rican cop in a large eastern city. From a very early age, he wanted to make a good life for himself. He was raised in a semi-ghetto and longed to escape it. When he was 19, he enrolled in the police academy. It was easy, since the force was looking to hire more minority members. José is macho, muscular, and tough. He has to be tough because of the neighborhood he grew up in. He is 5' 11" and good-looking.

            After police academy, he asked to be put on the motorcycle squad, because he knew he would enjoy the thrill of speed. He was accepted. Several years after he began his patrol, a catastrophe occurred. He was chasing a high-speed motorist to give a ticket. Somehow he lost control of his bike and smashed headlong into a wall. The impact was so great that his helmet flew off, he broke his nose, his cheek bones, and most of his teeth. He also suffered a severe fracture in his right leg.

            Luckily, a good-Samaritan motorist stopped immediately, and came to his rescue, phoning an ambulance. José had to spend three months in the hospital and receive plastic surgery. While there, he vowed to never mount a motorcycle again.

            For some reason, his police health plan did not cover teeth implants.  He didn’t have the money, so he opted for false teeth, which his health plan accepted. But José didn’t mind having dentures! In fact, he kinda liked the idea. Why? José had a little secret. He discovered when he was a teenager that he was gay.

            This gave him a lot of problems. He asked himself, “How this could happen to a macho guy like me?” He didn’t have anyone to talk to. He began to take nightly walks to clear his head. He started to frequent a park near his house. To his surprise he discovered that it was hangout for gays.  He got some blow jobs from older men, one without teeth, which was superior to the others.

            After some time, he decided that he wanted to try sucking a dick. One night he came across a guy his own age and they went into the bushes. The kid was macho also, but José didn’t know whether he was straight or gay. José sucked him off, but he didn’t try to reciprocate. So José got blown by another guy. He decided that night that he loved to suck cock.

            Thus it was of no great import if José decided to use dentures. He remembered the toothless cocksucker, and decided that he would like to give the same kind of head. He quickly learned that guys loved it, and he became popular in the park.

            After his recuperation, he asked to have a desk job. He was told that there was an opening for a youth counselor, and his boss thought he fitted the description, although he was only 25. José took a course in youth counseling. He never discussed his sexual persuasion, and no one ever asked why he wasn’t married. He was to deal only with first-time offenders who had not committed a serious crime. Because he was tough, he was assigned young punks to work with. He offered them probation if they didn’t commit another offense. But he explained that if they broke the law again, or failed to show up for counseling while on probation, they would be sent to jail.

            During his interviews with the offenders, no one was to enter the room. After a week on the job, the guard stuck his head in the door to José’s office, and said, “I’ve got a real beaut for you. He’s the most arrogant kid I ever ran into.”

            “Bring him in, let’s see what I can do with him.”

            The guard shortly returned with a Rican kid of about 18, who was handcuffed. The kid showed some surprise that José was also Puerto Rican, but yelled out, “Why the fuck was I brought in here?”

            José, in a calm but authoritative voice answered, “Hey shithead, shut the fuck up. I’m going to do most of the talking here.”

            But the kid persisted, “I’m not afraid of you, you asshole cop!”

            So José told the guard, “Plan B today,” who knew exactly what José meant. Plan B was as follows: If a kid was particularly aggressive and hostile, the guard would unfasten his cuffs, and order him to strip naked. It was a humiliating experience for an arrogant young punk. When the guard asked the kid to undress, naturally he refused.

            The remainder of the exchange between José and the kid is in Spanglish, but I have translated it into respectable English. José shouted, “Listen mother fucker, if you don’t do as told, I’ll charge you with disobeying a cop, and you will be in greater hot water.” So reluctantly the kid complied. José took a quick look at his dick, and liked what he saw.

            And now for Part 2 of Plan B. Attached to José’s wall are arm cuffs and leg cuffs. The result is that any person put there is forced into a spread eagle position. It’s not for torture, just to speed up the interrogation. “Take him to the wall,” Jose ordered the guard, who escorted the kid, screaming in protest. He was finally getting afraid. The guard then left the room.

            Once the kind was in shackles, José began. “What’s your name?”

            “It’s Chico.”

            “And your whole name? I’m not talking about your pretty asshole, but your family name, if you know it. And if you refuse to tell me, I’ll ram my prick up your shit chute.”

            “Ok, it’s Gonzalez, you son of a bitch.”

            “I told you to stop cursing me,” José yelled, as he pinched Chico’s nipples. 

            “Hey, faggot, stop that!”

            “I’m no faggot, and you may not be either, I don’t know. So you are Speedy Gonzales. I’ve always wanted to meet you Speedy. But a warning: if you don’t put a brake on your crime life, guess what will happen.”

            Really angry, Chico shouted “I’m gonna call the guard,”.

            “You can scream all you want. Nobody is going to come in here, so don’t waste your breath. Let’s have a change of pace. I’m gonna show a porno movie on my computer Do you like to watch porn?”

            “Who doesn’t,” Chico replied.

            Even restricted as he was, after a couple of minutes, Chico’s dick began to harden. José commented, “Well, I see you are getting hard, and you got a nice size prick.” Chico did not reply. He was proud of his carmel-colored tool and liked the compliment.

            “Now tell me what you did that got you here,” José demanded.

            “I grabbed a little old lady’s purse.”

            “And unluckily for you, there was a squad car just around the corner, you chicken shit bastard.” José continued, “Your dick is hard and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. I’ll bet you would like to stroke it.”

            Chico tried to express indifference, but was not very convincing. “Maybe I can help you,” José suggested in a fatherly voice. With that he began to gently fondle Chico’s cock. Curiously, Chico said nothing.

            José began to jerk off Chico’s dick, and stated, “This is your first offense.  You have two choices: Either the judge will sentence you to time in jail, or I can appear in court with you to plead your case for parole. Whichever, you’re gonna spend tonight behind bars.”

            “How can I get parole?” Chico quizzed, obviously interested. With that question José swallowed Chico’s swollen tool. He gasped in pleasure and disbelief, but otherwise said nothing.  Another wild animal tamed.

            José stopped sucking and said, “Let’s finish this first, then I’ll explain.” With José’s deep-throat and toothless sucking, Chico came fast. José unshackled Chico, and told him to sit down beside his desk, shutting off the porno.

            Once free, Chico almost started to embrace José in thanks, but didn’t. José explained, “Here’s how it works. You visit me once a week for counseling for six months.  I will want to know how you week went and if you are staying out of trouble. And if you wish, you could get the same enjoyment as today.”

            ”It’s a deal,” Chico replied, shaking José’s hand. Obviously all of this was touching a deep reservoir of emotion that Chico had never brought to the surface.

            José assured him, “I’ll go with you to court tomorrow. Rest assured. Everything’s gonna be OK. But if you get into trouble again, it’s jail for you. I’m gonna trust you for now.”

            And so Chico was put on probation, and dutifully reported to José every week, as promised. After a while José realized that the kid’s life was turning around. And José also rescued other bad boys.

            Conclusion: The moral of this story is that every arrogant young punk should get a fabulous blow job from a fatherly figure that would change their lives.  It might reduce the prison population. ☺