Officer Cooper

NOTE: This is the first in a series of short stories involving some elements of public sex. As with my novels, some of these stories are complete fiction, some are based on true-life experiences, and some are a mix of both. I will leave it to the reader to guess which is which. Brock

Sirens screamed, lights flashed, police cars descended on the Eisenstadt house across the street, and cops swarmed all over the neighborhood.

I had just returned from my workout at the gym, still soaking in sweat. Usually, I shower at the gym, get dressed and go straight to work from there. I love to soak in the eye candy in the showers, and sometimes I even manage to get a blow job there. Once, I even fucked a guy in the steam room while four other guys stood lookout. I love public sex. That Friday morning, though, when I finished my workout I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my wallet, so I had to go back home to retrieve it.

I didn’t have to be at work until 10:00 that day, so when I got home, I grabbed a cold mineral water from the fridge and plopped down on the reclining sofa to watch some porn. I figured I might as well jerk off before taking a shower and heading out. I have my laptop hooked up to the TV so I can watch all the hot action on the 60” screen. I picked one of those Websites that shows short clips and automatically rolls over to the next one and stroked my cock through four or five videos when the storm hit.

When I heard the sirens, naturally I stepped to the window to see what was going on, and I wasn’t alone. My neighbors all up and down the street were stepping onto their lawns to see what all the commotion was about. Still clad in my sweaty tank top and gym shorts, I walked to the curb and, looking left and right, discovered that the street was blocked off in both directions. What the fuck? How am I gonna get to work?

I approached one of the platoon of cops blocking off the area around the Eisenstadt house to ask if I could get through the blockade to go to work.

“I wouldn’t count on it, sir,” said the handsome officer as he sized me up, lingering on my crotch. Oh, shit. I was still semi-hard from watching that porn and stroking my cock. Momentarily, he suggested that I go back home and call my employer to let them know that I would be detained for a while, possibly even for several hours. When I inquired as to what was going on, he simply said, “Go home, sir. Go home.” Now, I’m a reasonably big guy and well muscled, but he was bigger, and he had a billy club and a gun, so I did as I was told.

I called my boss at Costco to let him know that I would be late, and he was very understanding. Anyone who has ever been to a Costco knows that many of the men who work there are really jacked, and I’m no exception. We have to be strong to help customers load large items like appliances into their pickup trucks. And I had played sports all through high school and maintained my muscles through regular trips to the gym, so I was pretty hot if I do say so myself.

The porn flicks were still running on the big TV, so I watched a few more clips and headed for the shower. As I soaped my body, I lathered up my cock real good. I didn’t exactly pump it; I just played with it a little, but between that and the porn, I was rock hard. As soon as I turned off the water and reached for my towel, I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and scurried to the door, still dripping wet and still sporting at least half a boner.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that same very handsome cop standing on my doorstep with the name Cooper sewn into a label above one of his pockets. He sized me up as he had done before, lingering a second or two longer on the bulge in my towel, before he finally spoke. “Is there anyone else in the house with you right now?”

“No, I’m alone,” I replied.

“You live alone in this big house? Forgive me sir, but you seem a bit young.”

“I’m 19,” I said, feeling just a tad put down. “I live with my dad, but he’s on deployment in the Middle East right now.”

“I see,” he said, not really varying the skeptical tone in his voice. “Would you mind if I come in and have a look around?”

“Do you have a warrant?” I snapped, getting a little annoyed with his attitude.

“No sir, but we have a dangerous situation here, and I really think it would good for your own protection if I had a look.”

“Dangerous?” I asked. “What’s going on? Are the Eisenstadts OK?”

“Your neighbors had a break-in last night, and we suspect that the intruders are the same ones who are responsible for several other burglaries in the city,” he explained. “The Eisenstadts seem to be OK, but some of the other victims have not been so lucky.”

For several seconds, I stood frozen in disbelief.

 “Sir, may I?”

Looking over his shoulder, I could see that other officers had fanned out to talk to my other neighbors up and down the street.

“Oh, yes, officer, of course. Come in…please.”

I opened the door to let him in, but still somewhat stunned, I failed to step back far enough, so as he entered, he brushed up against my body. A tingling, erotic sensation shot through me as the thick hairs on his forearm tickled my bare arm and his upper arm scraped across one of my nipples. Attitude or not, this dude was fucking hot.

We live in a mixed neighborhood, mostly middle class, from lower to upper. The Eisenstadt house is a McMansion: 5 en-suites, a game room, home theater, resort-style pool, and so much more. Mr. Eisenstadt owns several jewelry stores, and I had to wonder if the burglars thought they might find some merchandise at his home.

The house I share with my dad is much more modest—a 3 bedroom, 2 bath ranch. We also have a pool, but it’s nothing compared to the Eisenstadts’. It’s not luxurious, but it’s home, and I’m grateful for it.

I trailed behind Officer Cooper like a puppy as he walked through the house, checking for possible criminals hiding out. When we got back to the living room, it suddenly hit me that I had left the videos running on the big screen TV. I had originally picked a video that featured hot jocks having an orgy in the locker room, but the video that was now playing showed leather guys gangbanging their boy in their dungeon. I quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, but not before Officer Cooper got a good look at the screen…and again at my crotch, which had already started to balloon again. I muttered something akin to an apology, but I realized that I was just making a fool of myself. Hell, man. I’m 19. It’s my fucking house, and I have a right to watch porn if I want to, so fuck off. But instead of sounding like a man asserting his rights, I’m sure I came across like a blithering idiot.

Officer Cooper just flashed a dry smile and said he would like to ask me some questions if I didn’t mind. I sat down on the sofa and spread my legs as I often do before I realized that I might be exposing my junk to this stranger, so I quickly snapped my knees together. I offered the cop a seat, but he chose to remain standing, which meant that I was pretty much eye-to-eye with his crotch, which bulged out considerably from the pressure of his gun belt strapped across his lower abdomen.

“So, it’s just you and your dad here?” he asked. I explained that my parents had divorced when I was 14, and since I had already started high school here, I didn’t want to move across town with my mother. Frankly, I have always gotten along much better with my dad than with my mom anyway, but I didn’t tell him that.

“How well do you know the Eisenstadts?” he asked. “Did you observe any unusual activity in the neighborhood this morning? Have you seen any strangers around here lately?”

I answered each question in turn. “Not well. I see them coming and going, but I don’t really know them. No, I didn’t observe anything unusual. Strangers? Well, yeah, but that’s not unusual.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

I explained that I see handsome young men coming and going at the Eisenstadt house all the time. All the neighbors have taken note of it. Some have speculated that Mrs. Eisenstadt is entertaining them for her pleasure. Others have suggested that they are there for Mr. Eisenstadt’s benefit, but I don’t really know. “All I know is that they all look really hot.” Oh, my god! I didn’t really say that to this cop, did I? Oh shit!

“Hot?” he asked in that official droning voice.

“Oh,” I stammered, “I just mean that they look very handsome and well built…like the guys I see at the gym.”

“Like you,” he interjected. It wasn’t a question.

Caught off guard by that comment, I continued to humiliate myself in his commanding presence.

“Have you ever spoken to any of these young men?”

“Oh, sure,” I confirmed, a bit too quickly. “I mean, sometimes I pass them when I’m out for a run, and I just say hi. Just being neighborly, you know.”

“Of course,” he replied, but I could tell by the look on his face that he read more into my answer than I really wanted to reveal. I’m just thankful that he ended the inquisition there and didn’t ask me if I had ever invited any of the young men over to my house because the truth is that I have done that more than once. Their balls are usually pretty drained by the time they leave that house, but that doesn’t matter because I’ve always got plenty of juice to share. In case you haven’t figured out by now, I’m a total top. I don’t care if they can’t get it up because I can always get mine up, and all I want is their ass anyway.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Officer Cooper said as he headed for the door, but before leaving, he turned, thanked me for my cooperation, and said that he might have more questions later.

I must admit that I had mixed feelings about the prospect of seeing him again. On the one hand, who wouldn’t want to see him again? He was practically a god—about 10 years older than me, I would guess, about 6’2” compared to my 5’10”, thick black hair on his head and arms and, I speculated, all over his chest as well. Even against his dark complexion, his mahogany eyes stuck out like my dick did when I first saw him. I’m jacked, but he was even more so: broad shoulders and chest and thick biceps that strained against the stretchy fabric of his police uniform, which also accentuated the most beautiful bubble butt I’d ever seen. I love a man in a uniform. I always thought my dad looked super hot in his army uniform, but this stud was scorching.

On the other hand, if I were to see him again, how would I react? Would I be my usual confident—some might say cocky—self, or would I melt and make a complete fool of myself again?

The second that I closed the door behind him, I went straight back to the couch and turned the porn back on, but this time, I selected a video featuring cops. None of the porn actors was as sexy as Officer Cooper, so as I watched the uniformed officers fuck away on the screen, I imagined that it was Officer Cooper in the center of the action…with me, of course. In no time at all, I was jizzing all over myself. I don’t make a habit of eating my own man chowder, but when it just happens to land in my mouth, what the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Time to take another shower.

It was nearly 2:00 p.m. when the cops began to disperse and open up the blockade, so I went to work. I really love my job. The pay and benefits are good, and I find the physicality of the work invigorating. It augments my gym workouts. Besides, I like getting hit on by the customers, quite a few of whom I have subsequently made “deliveries” to.

Because I had gotten in late, I chose to stay later than usual. My boss told me that I didn’t have to, but I felt that I owed it to the company to put in a full day’s work. Consequently, it was after 9:00 when I clocked out. I had been horny all day thinking about Officer Cooper and fantasizing about him with me in one of those porn flicks, so I decided to stop in at a video arcade before heading home. I was hoping to find a cute young sub to fuck real good, and there were several there who were eager to ride my big cock, but none of them really appealed to me. Just when I was about to give up, in walked a man who caught my attention. He wasn’t a twink at all…just the opposite. Dressed in a business suit and tie, he was at least as old as my dad—something that doesn’t usually appeal to me—but there was something about him that reminded me of Officer Cooper.

I followed him as he strolled past the private booths in the arcade, hoping he would enter one and leave the door unlocked for me to join him. Instead he walked out of that part of the store. I thought he was gone, but he stopped at the checkout counter and handed the clerk a $20 bill. I realized then that he was purchasing a ticket for the theater. I resolved then and there to buy a ticket myself and try again to seduce him. As he passed me, though, on his way to the theater, he smiled and, without saying a word, handed me a ticket. The sign on the door said “Admission $10.” He had bought two tickets, one for himself and one for me.

Inside the theater, I lost him for a brief moment as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I stumbled down the aisles, bumping into several men and getting groped by most of them before I spotted him standing in a corner, half a dozen other men circling around him. When he saw me looking in his direction, he gave me an ever-so-slight nod that said, “Come here, stud.” As I approached, the predators dispersed and made an opening for me.

Without saying a word, I grabbed him and pulled him into me, assaulting his mouth with my tongue. I was so hungry that I tried to ram my tongue as far down his throat as I could. He responded by wrestling with my tongue and rubbing his hands frantically all over my back, arms, and chest.

As he started to remove his blue suit coat, I snapped, “Leave it.” In a strange way, his blue suit reminded me of Officer Cooper’s blue policeman’s uniform. I guess that’s what had attracted me to this gentleman in the first place.

As I backed him up against the wall, I removed his belt and used it to bind his hands behind his back, I imagined that I had cuffed him and was about to frisk him, which I did, patting him down before grabbing his crotch.

With his hands immobilized, I grasped his shoulders and pressed him down on his knees. Standing over him, I pressed my crotch into his face and gyrated against it. With my cock growing and straining to break free, I pulled down my jeans and shoved my cock and balls back into his face. He gasped at the sight of my 6” dong, which wasn’t even fully hard yet. Once my cock had grown to its full 8”, I pulled down his jaw and shoved my cock down his throat. He gagged and moaned for relief as tears began to stream down his face, but I kept skull-fucking him until I felt fully primed for the next move.

“Get up,” I commanded him, and when he stumbled, I grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him up. The circle of men who had dispersed when I approached had reassembled to watch my animalistic assault. I grabbed one of the twinks who had followed us into the theater from the arcade and threw him to the floor. “Hands and knees,” I ordered, and he complied promptly. Using the twink as a sort of bench, I bent the businessman over the kid’s back and pulled down his pants and boxers. I grabbed another one of the onlookers, pulled his face down toward the businessman’s ass and barked, “Lick it.” Once I was satisfied that my target’s ass was sufficiently lubricated, I shoved the licker aside and impaled the businessman with my cock. Naturally, he jerked and cried out from the pain, but I slapped his butt really hard and shouted, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up, bitch.” He tried in vain to squelch it, but he could not avoid whimpering as I drilled his ass raw. I pounded him hard, balls deep.

The kid we were using for a bench also squirmed under the pressure of my assaults, but I slapped his butt too, and he stiffened.

If they didn’t already have their dicks hanging out when I attacked the businessman, they did now, and all of them were either stroking gently or pumping away for dear life. I glared at one of them, first at his face and then at his cock. “Come here,” I ordered, and when he did, I grabbed the hair on the back of the businessman’s head and pushed it toward the eager bystander’s cock. “Fuck his face,” I commanded.

As the new guy and I spit roasted the businessman, the others dared to move closer, beating their meat for all they were worth. They were all as turned on as I was.

When my cock began to pulsate and I knew I was getting close, I withdrew, grabbed the businessman by his blue suit and threw him to the floor. “On your back, bitch.” And when the twink who had been kneeling beneath him tried to get up, I raised my foot and shoved him down also. “You too, kid.” With the two of them lying side by side on their backs and looking up at me, it suddenly occurred to me that the businessman was old enough to be the twink’s father...and mine.

I straddled my two perps, as I had come to think of them, and pulled the voyeurs into a close circle. As I began to pump my rod, I didn’t have to say another word. The guys got the message and pumped away to my rhythm. Pretty soon, we were all shooting all over the faces of the two men on the floor. After all the ejaculations, I grabbed one of the men from the circle, pulled his head toward my dripping cock, and yelled, “Clean it,” and when that was done, I pushed him toward the two cum-faced victims and directed, “Now theirs.”

As I zipped up and headed for the exit, I paused to look back and saw that other men in the circle had gotten down on the floor to help lick their faces and swap the cum among themselves.

Driving home, I kept asking myself what had gotten into me. I have always been dominant—no, I wouldn’t even go that far. I have been somewhat assertive when it came to sex, a take-charge kind of guy, but I had never been that domineering. But thinking of the man in the blue suit as Officer Cooper in his blue uniform had really gotten my juices overflowing, and I just felt like I had to pound it out of my system. It was almost like a self-administered exorcism.

On the drive home, I couldn’t get Officer Cooper out of my mind, which means, of course, that I drove home with a hard-on. As I entered my house, I decided to put on some porn, jerk off, shower, and hit the sack, but it didn’t quite work out that way. I did get through the first three steps, but just as I was stepping out of the shower, the doorbell rang—as it had that morning. And when I got to the door, dripping wet with nothing but a towel covering me, there stood the man of my dreams—or at least the man of my wet dreams—Officer Cooper.

To be continued