PlayBall

Rashid quickly tried to figure how this might make a difference to the outcome of spending the rest of his last teenage year in jail.

“Okay you two, against the car, real slow” he heard that Officer bark as Tony scrambled to the ground.

Rashid turned, his long thick dick swaying right and left, never deflating. The flashlight was all he could see of that figure as Officer Jack ran it slowly up and down his body, lingering again on his groin. He was literally butt naked, his pants around his ankles making any escape impossible.

He slowly turned back to the car and stuck his high, rounded muscled butt further out as he spread arms wide across that trunk, flexing his corded muscular shoulders. Before Tony could notice, he looked over his shoulder and winked at Officer Jack.

Damn if he didn’t gasp, Rashid thought. Fuck yeah, he thought, I was right. This muthafukin’ cop WAS queer.

“Gloria, I want you to go home…start walking” Officer Jack said and used his flashlight to point down toward the path. Rashid had often used that path to jog when he was bored taking the same run round and round the High School track, training with Mark. He also knew that there was a notorious cruising scene happening in this park. After that man was found dead last Spring further up Highway Nine all that action had stopped. That was probably why no cars had passed in the last hour while they were working over Tony’s chick.

Now it all made sense that Officer Jack had this beat, thought Rashid. If he was gay and they were still doing surveillance, what better hunting ground for fresh manmeat.

All this was lost on Tony, who was just shitting his pants thinking about the charges of public indecency & rape. He couldn’t understand why this chick was being let go. He was glaring at Gloria as she pulled down her skirt as she trotted away and Officer Jack came behind, using his billyclub to slap Tony’s legs wider, the zipper scraping his softening dick sticking out of his pants. He cried out and dropped his head, putting his hands on the car roof.

After patting him down, Officer Jack told him to zip up and stand there.

Turning to Rashid, he used that billyclub to run up and down his thighs, starting at his knees, nudging his balls, running it along the underside of his dick. Leaning to his left and looking the Officer directly in the eye, Rashid twitched his still raging dick, making it jump off that club.

This was not lost on Officer Jack, who was standing so close to him that Rashid could hear his ragged breathing.

Just then there was a crashing sound off to the right and Rashid looked to see another Officer coming into the clearing. He didn’t recognize this one, likely a new rookie that had just graduated from the Academy. Even in the dark, he could see his blond hair and pale skin, doubting this one could even grow a beard.

“I found these two in the car, getting busy” was all Officer Jack said, looking directly at Rashid.

He knew it was a nice twist on the story, that Jack didn’t want to implicate his slutty niece, and knew it threw a screwball pitch at this cocky black fucker standing there with a big thick bat swinging between his legs.

It was gonna be a long night and Officer Harding wanted to be sure that he was calling the shots in this game.

“Well g’damn, they’re on the High School Basketball team” was all he heard that blond Officer say.

Damn, he must be a local fan of the team to recognize them, Rashid thought. Suddenly, he noticed the beam of that flashlight back on his dick and Rashid stared into Officer Jack’s eyes, looked down to his dick and then up quickly into his eyes and winked again.

“Well, now maybe we should just bust ‘em for underage drinking…what do you say, Christopher?” Jack said, keeping his eyes locked on Rashid’s face. Rashid never broke the stare, but all the while he was trying to put a face to the name. Chris, Christopher…damn, he thought he had seen this twink somewhere, he was sure of that.

What Rashid wasn’t sure of was how to keep this story quiet if word got out about two boys fucking around in the front seat in a known gay cruising area, even if it wasn’t true.

“Hey man, that’s cool, we won’t say anything about that slutty ho…ohhh, awww shittt!!” was all Tony said as Jack turned and hit him hard in the ribs with that billyclub.

Tony gasped and fell to the ground. Rashid suddenly wanted to watch as these two Officers beat Tony senseless and fucked him from both ends, just like the scene Tony had set up for Gloria.

“Homosexual behavior in Public will send you to jail for more than a few years, and the only sheepskin you’ll get will be wrapped around a guards’ dick so’s he don’t get AIDS from a prison punk” said Captain Jack standing above him.

Damn, this cop was getting a kick outta this. Rashid had a new respect for this cop, and wanted to see what it would take to make him beg to suck on his big black dick. In that uniform, on his knees, to feed Captain Harding what he clearly wanted, deliver whatever he needed.

“Get the car, Officer Koch, I’ll wait here with these punks…gimme your set of cuffs” Jack said, as he put his own set on Tony’s wrists while he was crumpled on the floor, leaving him down there.

The blond officer had turned to leave and Jack went behind Rashid, pulling one hand behind his back, Rashid pushing it back further suddenly grabbing directly on that cop’s crotch.

Rashid found a fistful of Jack’s hard dick, twisting it roughly. As he bent forward, Jack growled into his ear loud enough so Tony would hear, but with another meaning altogether for Rashid.

“You owe me, big time…” and then took his other hand, snapped the cuffs and spun him around. Rashid just stood there, smiling.

“Anytime…” he said silently, forming the word with his thick lips, nodding his head.