The Samaritan

Justin was confused, because he had actually always thought of himself as straight and had worked diligently in high school to live up to his reputation as a ladies' man. A typical role as the school's star quarterback with the prospect of a good athletic scholarship to college. But then he'd met this hot cop the previous weekend and felt magically drawn to him from the first moment. After all, he had not only sucked his cock, but had swallowed the semen as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Even in retrospect, he felt no shame about it; it had felt too natural for that. Justin had never participated in the derogatory comments about "fags" made by teammates in the locker room or on other occasions. Everyone should be happy in his own way, what did he care? But he had always kept this opinion to himself, too quickly he would have come under suspicion of being a homo himself, which would very likely have meant the end for his further sports career. But he liked girls, why now a man? Had he suddenly become gay? Or bisexual? Justin didn't know. All he knew was that he really wanted to see the officer again and experience more. Whatever that meant. But unfortunately, they had failed to exchange numbers.

"Say, what's the deal with you and Lisa? Did you finally hook her up?" asked Aiden, less than discreetly, as Justin strolled the streets near their college with his best buddies after class. The question was directed at Carter, a broad-shouldered beau from Texas who not only towered over most of his classmates but also possessed the kind of cheeky charm that proved to be the perfect thigh-opener with the girls. "Sure, four days ago it was. Pretty sweet the way she moaned when I got it on her under the bleachers. But Keyla has the hornier boobs," he laughed dirty, and the others grinned knowingly. It was the usual outbidding contest between them to see who could get the most girls in the box, and so far, Justin had eagerly joined in.

At least verbally, because not much had really happened since the end of high school. He wasn't a player and preferred to concentrate on his sports career. But he didn't have to tell his teammates that. And now this hot Latino had been haunting his mind since the weekend. A man he loved? Wasn't it rather his horny muscles that he found so attractive? Just as he admired his own muscle-bound body? Or was it the authority that had emanated from the cop? Half of him tried to excuse the desire in this way, while deep inside him the suspicion matured that this man had awakened a new, hitherto hidden desire in him that would not go away.

They entered a small supermarket to get something to drink. After they had paid and were on their way out, their buddy Jameson couldn't help himself and tucked a pack of candy bars under his tight-fitting T-shirt as they passed. He grinned conspiratorially at Carter, who was walking behind him, and stopped abruptly when he turned back to face the front. A broadly built and rather muscular cop had moved into his path and was sizing him up with a stern look. "You serious?" the officer asked in a low voice, pointing to the bulge under the thin fabric of the T-shirt. An excited tingle ran through Justin: he recognized that voice immediately! As he joined his teammates one row over, he spotted Gabriel, who had developed an impressively authoritative presence in the narrow hallway, blocking their exit. Apparently, Jameson had pocketed something again and had promptly been caught. Annoyed, he rolled his eyes: This guy just didn't learn!

The Latino pointed to the package of candy bars clearly showing through the fabric, and Jameson pulled them out with a resigned look on his face. The cop took the snacks and held them up to the college athlete, "Are you seriously going to get a shoplifting charge for a couple of lousy candy bars? Are you kidding me? ", Gabriel rebuked the boy in his deep voice, fixing him with a piercing gaze. "No... sir, I just wanted..." - "I'm sure you just wanted to put back the bolts and get out of here real quick before I take you with me. If I catch you ever again, you'll spend the night in a holding cell, is that clear?" - "Sir, I just wanted to..." - "Is that clear?" repeated Officer Vasquez, his voice having taken on a threatening undertone. The powerfully built Jameson slumped down. "Yes, sir, perfectly clear. I'm sorry!" - "Good, now get out of here! Go!" the cop ordered, and the group trotted toward the exit, shoulders slumping.

Only now did Officer Vasquez seem to notice Justin following his friends, who had already left the store and were waiting outside. Briefly, the officer looked at the boy scrutinizingly before a grin flitted across his face and he took him aside. "College boy! Does this clown play on the same team as you? And these guys are your buddies? " Justin nodded. "All right, I hope he learns his lesson and for your sake I hope you don't start any of that nonsense in the first place." Justin nodded again and was fully caught up in the aura of the horny muscle cop. With rising arousal, he took in the sensations and his cock was already pressing hard against the fabric of his jeans. This guy was just too horny, how could he possibly trigger this desire in him? Officer Vasquez registered with satisfaction that the young college athlete was staring at him again, mesmerized as he had been when they first met.

With a quiet rattle, he opened the Velcro fastener of a pocket on the vest he was wearing and produced a small notepad and ballpoint pen. He quickly jotted down a series of numbers, tore off the note, folded it and handed it to Justin. The latter accepted the note and watched the cop stowing the pad again, when another, somewhat stocky cop appeared at the exit of the store. "Yo, G-Man, let's move!" he called to Gabriel, who turned to his colleague, "Yo, I'm coming. Attempted 10-22."-"From him?" the other cop asked, pointing at Justin, appraising him skeptically and moving closer. "Naw, one of his homies. All done, go wait by the car, I'll be right there," the Latino murmured to his colleague. The latter nodded and left the store again. Gabriel turned to the boy, grinned, pointed at the piece of paper he was still holding and whispered conspiratorially to him: "Get back to me, college boy! "At the same time, he made a telephone gesture with his hand. Justin nodded silently and looked after the cop's broad back, which disappeared from his field of vision a little later.

That same evening, Justin sat on his bed in the small dorm room he shared with one of his teammates. Thoughtfully, he opened WhatsApp and rummaged in the pocket of his jeans. He unfolded the crumpled piece of paper and looked at the hastily scribbled digits of the cell phone number. Officer Vasquez's number! An excited tingle ran through his body as this muscle-bound Latino appeared in his mind's eye, and realized he was getting hard thinking back to the scene in the little supermarket. How fucking cool that cop had seemed. Cool and respectful, but without any malice. Just pretty tough. A confident, strong man who could be trusted, who could be tough, but who didn't abuse trust.

To the hell, what were these only again for thoughts?! As if he was looking for strong men to support him! The football player snorted disdainfully and put the note aside. What a bullshit! They had both just been horny in the patrol car that time, giving each other relief among men. And coincidentally, they both seemed to have a soft spot for toned male bodies. So. Fucking. What!? What was the big deal? Did that make him a particularly sensitive being now? What was wrong with him? He wasn't usually that emotional, was he? Annoyed, the young college student stuffed the note back into his pocket, picked up the toothbrush and trudged toward the washrooms.

Justin tossed and turned restlessly in his bed while his roommate was already snoring blissfully. His mind was working, the note with the number was still in the pocket of the jeans hanging over his desk chair. Finally, he pushed the blanket aside and plodded over to his pants, reaching into the pockets until he found the piece of paper. Back in bed, he picked up the smartphone from the nightstand and typed the numbers into his address book in the glow of the screen. After opening a new chat, the football player stared at the blinking cursor in the text line. What was he supposed to write to the cop now at 11:36 p.m.?

Three days later

Somewhat uncertainly, Justin approached one of the 14-story brick apartment towers rising in the Two Bridges neighborhood between Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridge late Friday afternoon. Officer Vasquez had given him his address on chat and invited him home. So, after the last lecture of the day, the young college student had hastily showered and changed clothes to meet the horny cop again and finally get to know him on a private level. Although: The course of their first meeting had also not exactly described as official. With a pounding heart he entered the hallway of the high-rise building and decided to take the stairs instead of the narrow elevator. The building dated from the 1950s and had a slightly worn charm, but the residents kept things tidy overall, so the building didn't look like a social ghetto silo.

Two lanky youths, apparently Puerto Ricans, approached Justin on the stairs and eyed him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. "What's that white boy doing here?" one of the two boys asked at a volume that the broadly built football player could not fail to overhear. But before he could retort, the two had already stormed downstairs around the next corner and disappeared. Shaking his head, Justin continued his way. Finally, he reached the 5th floor. Although the stairs were no problem for him as a trained athlete, the impatience for the reunion with Gabriel slowly took over.

Shortly after the quarterback rang the bell, the door opened. "Yo, college boy! What's up? Cool that you're here!", Gabriel greeted him with an outstretched fist. With his outfit, the cop directly caused alarm in the young college athlete's pants again. True, his counterpart wasn't wearing the police uniform that radiated authority. The body-hugging gray sweatpants and the thin, olive-green tank top showed off the Latino's massive muscular body even more clearly. As if mesmerized, Justin's gaze wandered over the pumped-up tattooed upper arms, the chiseled voluminous pecs pushing through the thin fabric of the top, down to the powerful thighs and the clearly visible bulge that showed in the crotch of the pants. The boy didn't know where to look first or which sight was more awesome. He knew only one thing: he wanted to admire and touch this body, to be allowed to feel it.

Gabriel grinned knowingly, but otherwise pretended not to notice his guest's stare. He nimbly fetched two cans of Coke from the fridge in the modest kitchen and they sat down on the couch in the small living room. The apartment was not particularly large, but the practical layout made the most of the manageable space. The walls of the living room were adorned with large photos of bodybuilders and individual muscle parts, which were cleverly staged photographically. Justin didn't linger long over the photographs, however, as the real attraction was sitting right next to him on the sofa, leaning back, relaxed, and drinking his Coke. Briefly, he also sipped the Coke before they put the cans on the coffee table. The two men eyed each other, and Gabriel grinned mischievously at the football player, who returned a little shyly. Suddenly, the cop's left paw brushed across Justin's trained forearm, an electrifying tingle spreading from the arm up to his shoulders and then running down his back. Gently, the strong hand continued to slide upward, following the defined lines of the muscle packs on his upper arm and shoulder. Gabriel let out an appreciative growl. The boy's breathing quickened noticeably, and his boner pressed almost painfully against the buttons in the crotch of his jeans.

As the officer eyed the handsome college athlete, he was already doing all sorts of sinful things to him in his mind. But he sensed the hesitant uncertainty of the boy, who had probably only recently discovered that men could also be interesting to him. To the outside world, Justin seemed perfectly straight, but then again, being a football player lent itself to that. The policeman knew this from his own professional environment: even as a cop, you didn't necessarily tell everyone that you liked men. Sure, your closest colleagues knew and had no problem with it, but life was easier if you sometimes just acted pragmatically and didn't immediately start peddling your gayness.

Meanwhile, the officer's hand had settled on the muscular neck of the college student. The football player felt the firm but not too strong grip, sending further shivers of arousal through his body. "You like that, college boy? Hmmm?" the cop's deep voice growled close to his right ear, and Justin felt the cop's other hand settle on the bulge in his jeans. Gently, the palm rubbed over the mound as the fingers slid down toward the scrotum. A guttural moan was the only response the quarterback could give at that moment. His boner was as hard as it had ever been and was already oozing pre-cum into the tight jockstrap he wore under his pants. "Yes, sir," Justin breathed with his eyes closed, feeling the intensifying pressure of the hand massaging over his hand and balls.

At the same time, the other hand now guided the back of his head and pushed it forward a bit. The college athlete kept his eyes closed, but he smelled the warmth, the rush of the other's breath, and the heavy muscular body nestled against him from the side. When he opened his eyes, he looked directly into the large, deep brown pupils of the handsome Latino cop. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, but then his full lips touched the boy's mouth. A first, fleeting kiss before Justin, in turn, hungry for more, followed suit, their mouths meeting once more, and they segued into passionate French kisses. Gabriel let go of the boner in the young guy's pants and together they flipped onto the long side of the sofa so that they were on top of each other, still kissing with abandon.

Now the Latino cop went into a kind of push-up so that they gained some space between their bodies. Justin's hands explored the muscular body of the cop above him. Just about everything was hard about this man: the thick arms, the voluminous thighs, and the chiseled chest beneath the tightly stretched fabric of the tank top. The quarterback reverently stroked his hands over the sculpted muscle packs, feeling the heat emanating from the cop's powerhouse body. Gabriel, too, was fascinated by the young guy lying beneath him, enjoying his touch, and proudly tensing his muscles, knowing it made the college boy horny. They continued to kiss breathlessly, dueling with their tongues, the college athlete's initial reluctance seeming to have completely subsided and given way to impetuous curiosity.

A few minutes later Gabriel rose again from the sofa and pulled his guest with him. Tightly, they now stood belly to belly in front of each other, feeling their stiff cocks separated only by the fabric of their pants. Another pleasurable French kiss, then the cop grinned and pulled on the college boy's T-shirt. The latter understood immediately and willingly stretched his arms vertically upwards so that Gabriel could pull off his top. With an appreciative growl, the Latino looked at the muscular and almost hairless athlete's body, following the lines of the muscle packs with his paws, which sent new shivers of pleasure through Justin's body and made his cock twitch excitedly. Quickly Gabriel stripped off his tank top as well, and they caressed each other's naked torsos. The officer's tan skin was a captivating contrast to the quarterback's comparatively fair skin.

Gabriel just stroked along the pecs and the six-pack of his counterpart for the repeated time, but this time they wandered to the button placket of the shorts. A powerful jerk caused the buttons to pop open and the pants to fall down his powerful thighs. Justin gasped as the cop began to knead the slightly sweaty pouch of the white jockstrap. Finally, he sank to his knees in front of the college boy, reached into the side of the pouch and pulled the already pre-juice dripping boner out of its prison. The Latino grunted briefly, then took the cock between his full lips and began to suck it. Justin moaned loudly and threw his head back with his eyes closed, enjoying the blowjob on his bulging fuck piston. Then he looked down and still couldn't quite believe what just happened: this super-hot muscle cop was sucking his cock with full abandon and by all the rules of the art, and it felt much hornier than with all the girls who had tried it before!

As Gabriel tasted the fat prick of the well-hung football player, his hands groped over the furrows of the sharply defined washboard belly and repeatedly over the two hard, plump globes that formed the young fellow's ass cheeks. It wasn't long before the officer began to let his fingers stroke through the lad's cleft, which was greeted with soft moans. Therefore, Gabriel became increasingly demanding and pushed his index finger deeper and deeper until he found the rosette. Wet with sweat, it twitched slightly as he repeatedly stroked it with the tip of his thumb. "Oaaahhh, horny!" moaned Justin from above, seeming to enjoy the treatment of his hole as much as that of his prick.

The moans of the college athlete became louder and more numerous, which was the indication for Gabriel that he was approaching the climax. And he knew exactly how to trigger the orgasm: After rubbing his thumb over the wet rosette a few more times, he finally pushed in. A brief moment in which the tip competed with the resistance of the sphincter, then he slid in, and Justin let out a loud "Yeah! FUUCK!" and the thumb was out again as the ring of muscle contracted out of reflex and forced the dome out. But Gabriel followed up and fucked the boy with his thumb. He promptly felt the cock twitch in his blowhole before several powerful spurts of cum poured into his oral cavity. The Latino cop swallowed the slightly salty sauce completely, then withdrew from his ass and stood back up, grinning. The quarterback also grinned mischievously, breathing heavily. Again, they kissed.

"Was cool, right? Would you like to experience more? ", the cop asked and took the college boy in his arms. Justin grinned lustfully and nodded. "Come with me then," Gabriel grumbled and led his guest into the bathroom.