The Samaritan

Two weeks had passed since Justin first visited Officer Vasquez at home and spent an evening there with a lot of new, exciting experiences. In the meantime, a close friendship had developed between them. A friendship with certain benefits that they had already taken advantage of on several occasions. For the college football player, it was an opportunity to discover a world previously unknown to him and to learn all sorts of things from his new buddy. Especially certain taking qualities when the fat Latino cock conquered his hole. Since then, he didn't waste any more thoughts on girls, instead his thoughts wandered to Gabriel's horny muscle body at every opportunity. The question in which the guy looked hotter, in his fancy NYPD uniform or completely without clothes, he still had not been able to answer conclusively. Therefore, the policeman appeared alternately clothed or unclothed as the main character in his head cinema. Apart from that, it was also a reassuring feeling to know someone at the police in this big city, which was still a little foreign to him.

New York City was still groaning under the high temperatures of summer, the thermometer reliably exceeded the 95°F mark almost every day, and the hot and humid air did not provide any significant relief even at night. Occasional heat thunderstorms provided only brief cooling before the stone desert of Manhattan turned again into a blazing oven under the scorching sun and the avalanches of cars torturing their way through the street canyons. On days like these, it wasn't hard to believe that the city was at the same altitude as Naples.

It was Wednesday night around 8:30 p.m. when Justin left the apartment of a college buddy who had been financed a small apartment by his parents. The football player wore a loose-fitting T-shirt that sat just loosely around his beefy muscular body, short gray track pants made of thin fabric and sneakers. The heat hit him like a blow as he stepped out of the cool hallway of the apartment building. But at least the sun had already set for an hour and this circumstance made the temperatures a little more bearable. Satisfied, he strolled along the sidewalk and kept looking at his phone. Instagram was buzzing again, and he was busy liking, commenting, or sharing posts from other users. Since he had met Gabriel again, the official account of the NYPD was also among his subscriptions. Although none of the cops on the image photos came remotely close to the horny look of his favorite cop, some of his uniformed colleagues didn't look bad either.

Justin still had about half an hour to walk to his dorm, the Subway would have meant a detour and wouldn't have been much cooler anyway. Better to walk home in the fresh air then. A short time later he passed Jackie Robinson Park in Harlem, which in the glow of the sidewalk lights was already as if deserted. The neighborhood has had a dubious reputation, and in some places, it was still advisable not to be out alone at night. But on this corner was a perfectly normal residential street that lay peacefully before him. The football player didn't expect anyone to seriously mess with him anyway. After all, he was no linnet and would know how to defend himself. He was just looking at his cell phone again as he strolled past the rows of parked cars when he dimly noticed movement ahead of him on the sidewalk. He looked up and spotted a group of five dark-skinned youths who had apparently just come out of the park across the street. There was something about these guys that immediately made Justin's hackles stand up. Instinctively, he sensed trouble.

"Yo, you fucking white boy! What are you doing in our neighborhood so late, huh?" shouted the guy in the middle, who seemed to be their leader. Justin didn't want to start any trouble, so he didn't react and tried to pass the chain of boys. But the four corpulent henchmen on his right and left blocked him and pinned his arms, so he finally had to stop. Hands professionally felt his trouser pockets and immediately sensed the smartphone. Promptly, it was snatched from him. "Hey, get your hands off my phone!" the quarterback indignantly tried to free his arms from their grasp, but the four young guys seemed to have practice at it, and he failed to break free. "Anything else?" asked the lanky leader, who was now standing directly in front of Justin and sneering at him. "You motherfuckers! Give me back my phone!" the football player roared, squirming again in his grasp, and trying to bring down his guards by lunging to the side. But something flashed before his eyes and the gang leader put a knife blade to his throat.

"What did you just call us? Did you hear that? The white bread wants to start a fight! ", said the ringleader. Murmurs of agreement from his accomplices. "Now pay attention, asshole: this is our neighborhood, and at this hour, a white motherfucker like you has to be in bed downtown instead of making the streets of our hood unsafe here. Your phone is mine now! If you don't get out of here quick, I'm gonna carve a nice pattern on your neck. All right, dude? " Justin was so angry at his own helplessness in this situation that he couldn't find the right words. Why hadn't he paid better attention and noticed the group earlier? Would they have caught him if he had run away? But would he have even... Before he could ponder further, the wail of police sirens suddenly broke the silence and the red-blue flickering light of a patrol car approached.

"Fuck, the cops! Get out of here!" the leader shouted, whereupon the gang immediately let go of Justin and fled in the direction from which they had come. The college athlete was still perplexed by the surprising turn of events when he heard the squeal of tires abruptly stopping. A patrol car had come to a stop behind the row of parked cars and the driver's door was ripped open. "Yo, you okay? Come with me, we'll get the bastards!" shouted a distinctive voice that sounded familiar to Justin. Still a little dazed, he turned to the cop coming toward him and a wave of relief and joy gripped him, "Gabriel!" he exclaimed, barely able to believe his luck. "College boy! Shit! Are you okay?" asked Officer Vasquez as he recognized the mugged man. The nodded and the cop then pushed him towards the patrol car. "Come on! We'll get those fuckers! My colleagues are already in pursuit! Our precinct is just around the corner. "

Shortly thereafter, with blue lights and sirens already on, they sped around Jackie Robinson Park toward Bradhurst Avenue, where the suspects were headed, according to the police radio. Another patrol car and two officers on foot had given chase. Justin's shock and anger at the robbery were all at once blown away, and instead he watched with a mixture of excitement and delight as his favorite cop put the spurs to the Ford Taurus while keeping in touch with his colleagues over the radio. Already they spotted the fugitives as they ran out of the park not far ahead of their police car and tried to cross the street. Towards them, the other patrol car came and crossed the road, while Gabriel ran towards the group and finally put on the brakes. Confusion spread among the gang, and they panicked, weighing their options for escape. Already the two officers who had taken up the chase on foot came running out of the park. But at the latest when Gabriel and the crew of the second patrol car got out with their weapons drawn, the fugitives realized the hopelessness of their situation, gave up, put their hands over their heads and awaited arrest.

Although the scene seemed straight out of an action movie, Justin had eyes not so much for the action itself, but even more for how the hot Latino cop with the broad back, the thick upper arms and the protective vest sitting tightly over his muscular body took control of the situation together with his colleagues. Watching the hottie yell orders with his pistol at the ready and again unleashing that powerful presence made the quarterback not only proud of his new buddy, but also quite horny: a boner had already built up and was forming a slight bulge in his crotch. The Justin watched with satisfaction from the safety of the passenger seat as, in the glow of the flickering lights, Officer Vasquez grabbed the gang leader and slammed him with force against the front of their police car, sending him falling forward onto the hood. Routinely, he kicked his legs apart and jerked his arms back to handcuff the guy. Barely concealed anger spoke from the arrested man's face, contorted with pain, as he caught sight of Justin through the windshield. Gabriel glanced over the ringleader's shoulder and his grim expression gave way to an encouraging grin as he caught sight of his young buddy giving a thumbs-up and grinning back. God, what a hottie that was!

Barely ten minutes later, Justin was sitting in an interrogation room at the police station, a cup of fresh coffee in front of him and a doughnut that one of the cops had also bought him, making his statement to a corpulent colleague. Due to procedural rules, Gabriel had to wait outside and await the end of the questioning. He paced restlessly in the break room, cursing inwardly: All because of a smartphone that wasn't even a particularly valuable model! And those fuckers almost slit Justin's throat over it! He sighed softly. There was no point in arguing about the sense or nonsense of such crimes, which had fortunately become rarer in the area over the years. For an experienced street cop like him, such operations were routine, but this time the victim was someone he knew personally. Therefore, he couldn't just wipe the incident away and file it under shit happens. After all, they had been able to apprehend the perpetrators immediately and nothing else had happened to Justin. He had also already gotten his cell phone back, luckily it hadn't been thrown away on the run. The gallows birds were already on record and were being interrogated in another room before they would go into custody.

"Hey, college boy! How are you doing? You okay?", Gabriel asked his young friend when he had finally left the interrogation room and had been led to the break room. "Jo, I'm fine. Lucky you were there so fast, those guys weren't in a good mood at all," the quarterback said a bit sheepishly, hanging his head. "Yeah, a resident had called us, and we were kind of right around the corner. That was lucky. I know what you're thinking now. But if you're not used to dealing with jerks like that and don't expect it, then even as a star quarterback you don't stand much of a chance. And in case of need they have a weapon and less scruples than you to use it. So, you did the right thing, and, in the future, you just have to be more attentive at this time of the day and in this area. I'll also show you a few tricks soon on how to better confront guys like that. " - "Thanks man! For everything," Justin said, smiling. They stood up and hugged, the college boy enjoying touching this massive powerhouse in uniform and inhaling the Latino's masculine scent. "I actually have to get back out on patrol, but my boss gave me another three-quarters of an hour to take care of you. Is there anything else I can do for you?" the cop asked, looking the quarterback in the eye.

He looked a little embarrassed and looked around the room: The other cop, who had been sitting in the back corner at the beginning, had disappeared again in the meantime. They were alone. "Well, there's something you could do for me," Justin suddenly sneered, self-assurance suddenly in his voice. "And what would that be?" the officer inquired, abruptly reaching for the boy's crotch, where a slight bulge was again visible. Softly, Justin groaned and squirmed under the cop's hard, massaging grip. The latter had noticed the bulge in his pants after they had embraced. Apparently, his uniform made the college boy pretty hot, which in turn turned him on himself. Because by now there was a pipe in his uniform pants, too. Maybe it was time for another witness examination? Approaching voices made Gabriel hastily take his hand back. "Not here, come with me!" he murmured, and Justin followed the cop down the hall and around a bend before they stopped in front of the last door on the right.

Officer Vasquez quickly opened the lock and they scurried into a small room that was in darkness. Hastily, the door was locked again from the inside and Gabriel switched on a dim overhead lamp, bathing the room in dim light. A sort of storage room became visible, the walls almost completely covered by old wooden filing cabinets on which were piled more mountains of files bundled with cords. On the other side was a richly battered table with deep nicks in the top and two steel rings installed near the center. Next to it on another filing cabinet were three old tube computer monitors along with a stack of worn keyboards. A small skylight window on the wall opposite the door provided the only connection to the outside world. The floor was covered with old carpet. At least the place seemed to be cleaned regularly; at least not an excessive amount of dancing dust particles could be seen in the glow of the lamp.

"Here?" asked Justin, looking at Gabriel with slight doubt. The nodded. "Yep, our rumpus room. Here we are guaranteed privacy and now I'll see what I can do for you," he said with a lecherous grin. Already they were standing chest to chest in front of each other, the boy sliding his hands over the body armor, down over the muscled and tattooed upper arms that protruded from under the short sleeves of the uniform shirt. His boner grew and stood rock hard in the cloth pants that formed a veritable tent. His idol, Officer Hulk, who had stood by him so heroically today and looked so incredibly hot in everything he did. Gabriel again registered with satisfaction the effect he was having on the college boy and massaged his boner through the thin fabric of his pants. Such a quickie on duty was not inconvenient for him, he was already ratty all day.

As they fondled each other, their lips also moved closer and closer, and finally Justin began a wet and slow French kiss, which the cop immediately joined in on. Their tongues dueling and interlocking, they clasped each other, panting heavily, so that Justin felt the small leather equipment pouches on the police belt pressing uncomfortably into his abdomen. Further, their hands explored each other's muscular bodies as Justin's right hand moved down to the police belt and groped its way toward his waist. When he felt a narrow, elongated object, he grabbed it curiously and gave it a light tug. Suddenly, Gabriel pushed him off him and then grabbed his chin in a lightning-fast motion. "Hey, never grab a cop's belt! ", he growled in a stern tone and looked at the college athlete seriously. The latter was completely perplexed, raised his hands defensively and just stammered, "O-Okay, never mind." To Gabriel, this reaction was something of a reflex, but he knew, of course, that Justin posed no threat. "No offense, college boy, but that's a standard reaction when someone tries to grab a cop's belt. I know you didn't mean any harm, but it's always automatically interpreted by us as an attempted attack. So be careful," Gabriel told the boy and smiled apologetically at him. He understood and relaxed again.

Now the Latino put on his tight-fitting leather deployment gloves and pulled out of its holder the rubber baton, also black, that the boy had been so interested in. He urged the quarterback toward the table until he half sat down on the slab. Justin groaned softly as he saw Officer Vasquez standing in front of him in his dark blue uniform, protective vest, belt with gun and handcuffs, and light combat boots with polished black laces. Grinning, the cop gently let the baton hit his open left palm several times. Then he began to slowly run the baton over the bulge in Justin's crotch. "Oh, fuck!" the football player whispered, his boner almost aching, so hard it was now and wanting to be freed. "Take them off," the cop encouraged him, pausing until he did. As soon as his pants were pulled down, Gabriel reached out with his leather glove and pushed the jock's pouch aside to free his boner. He grunted when he noticed that the glans was already wet with pre-cum and had wetted the inside of the glove.

With pleasure he began to jerk the cock with softly smacking movements. They moaned at each other, Justin pushed his pelvis a little further forward to offer his counterpart even better access to the rod: Once again, the cop now began to rub the baton along the shaft of the hard penis again, and it twitched excitedly, producing more and more drops of pre-cum that emerged from the groove and ran down the glans. Excited Gabriel watched the reaction to his driving with the club, while the second in the pants also already pressed with painful pressure against the fabric. They continued their little game for a few more minutes, but when the officer finally leaned in for a kiss, briefly tickling Justin's balls with his leather glove, he could no longer hold back. With a muffled cry of pleasure, he spurted out the semen splattering on the floor in several spurts and wriggled voluptuously on the tabletop.

After the orgasm had subsided, Gabriel took two steps back and grinned with satisfaction. But when he briefly turned his gaze toward the floor, his face became serious again: on the previously shiny boot tips were now white-slimy blobs of Justin's cum. It couldn't stay like that for the rest of his service, so he grabbed the surprised college boy, pulled him down from the table and put pressure on his cross while pointing at his combat boots: "Look at this mess! That's not the way to do it! Come on, clean it up!" the officer ordered all at once in a very commanding tone. But for Justin this was not so much a punishment, because this horny muscle cop he would be only too happy to clean his boots. And although Gabriel hadn't said how the marks should be removed, the football player instinctively knew only one adequate means: his tongue. And so, hesitantly at first, but then with increasing abandon, he began to lick the policeman's broad boot tip and pick up the cum stains.

Gabriel had hoped that the boy would understand directly, because he could have removed the traces later of course also without problems quickly himself with a rag and a brush. But chance had provided them with an unexpected opportunity to add another element to their game. So, he could test whether Justin wanted to submit to him in this way. His pipe continued to press hard against the fly of his uniform pants, so now he reattached the baton to his belt and instead opened his pants and pushed down his briefs to finally expose the massive boner. Sluggishly, it bobbed out of the open pants and the quarterback was already staring up greedily again and again as he cleaned the second boot. Slowly, Officer Vasquez jerked off the fat spanker, using the remnants of the pre-cum on the inside of his soft glove. Patiently he waited until Justin had completed his work and then told him to continue working on his cock. Obediently, the boy straightened up a bit and sucked the rock-hard fuck stud on his knees.

"Ohaahh, yes! You're making this so horny! Blow your officer's cock, college boy!" moaned Gabriel and guided the head of the blower with both gloves on the back of his head. Deeper and deeper he pushed the piston into the boy's oral cavity until he finally had to gag several times because the glans had repeatedly reached the roof of his mouth. With a decisive growl, the cop pressed the boy's face completely into his crotch one last time, so that his forehead pressed against the buckle of the duty belt. Briefly he let Justin choke, enjoying the stimulation at the tip of his glans, then he pushed him back and pulled him to his feet again. "Good boy, but now I want your ass," the Latino murmured. "Yes, sir," the college athlete nodded surrendered, full of anticipation. He had been waiting for this all along. But the cop had one more surprise in store. After Justin had shed his clothes and this time sat naked on the tabletop, Gabriel walked halfway around the table and resolutely pulled on the latter's arms so that his wrists came close to the steel rings embedded in the tabletop. In a routine, fluid motion, the officer had brought out his handcuffs and clicked them into place: the quarterback was now sitting on the edge of the table with both arms pulled back and cuffed to the table.

"This is a discarded interrogation table, the device is for restraining violent suspects," Gabriel explained to the college student, who was once again looking puzzled. He was already a little queasy, so fixed and at the mercy of the muscle-bound cop. But he smiled encouragingly at him and said, "Trust me, you'll love it. " That reassured the boy and he smiled back softly. Officer Vasquez now positioned himself behind Justin again, dropped a big glob of spit into the butt crack and rubbed it in with his index finger. Then he grabbed his legs and put his feet over his shoulders so that his ass was just the right height for the fat Latino bruiser. With one hand he guided the cock as he gently advanced and pushed against the rosette. Justin sucked in a sharp breath as the glans passed the ring of muscle and Gabriel waited for the hole to relax again. A little later the time had come and for Justin the pain gave way to the horny feeling of having this stallion cock in his ass again.

While Gabriel picked up speed and fucked the quarterback's cunt in ever longer and brisker strokes, Justin's cock, which had already become hard again, bobbed along to the beat. It wasn't just the pressure-filled but horny tightness and friction in his ass that turned him on so much. But also, the hot view of the policeman, who was still fully dressed in his uniform. Especially stimulating was the sight of the muscle play of the tattooed, pumped-up upper arms, which seemed to almost tear the sleeves of the uniform shirt. The imposing impression was further enhanced by the power and brutality radiating from the tactical vest and the belt with service pistol, taser, truncheon and handcuffs. The cop was already ramming with powerful thrusts and again it felt absolutely fantastic to feel the hot wet piston working deep inside. Again and again, Justin cheered the officer on to stuff his hungry quarterback cunt. Gabriel groaned and gave his best. Both were already sweating profusely, and their animalistic smells were spreading, intensifying the horniness for each other. Hard the Latino cock now rammed into the hole, long, hard, and deep thrusts that made the table and the college boy tremble.

Eventually, Gabriel slowed down again and yipped softly. He seemed to be about to cum now, because he pulled out and aimed at the boy's ass. A few more final jerking motions and the cop discharged his load with a long-drawn-out moan, spraying it all over the still half open rosette, Justin's balls and cock, and the lower part of his belly. "Woahh," Gabriel went, rolling his eyes violently out of breath. Then he smeared the glans of his still-hard penis over the slime pads and pushed them back into the soft cunt. Slowly he drove the semen into Justin's core. The cop used the rest of the cum as a welcome lubricant to milk the quarterback's cock, which then came quickly with a long-drawn groan, spurting his cream in fat spurts over his washboard abs to his massive pecs. Exhausted and gasping for air they looked at each other grinning and as Gabriel bent over the sexy college jock again, he unlocked the handcuffs and gave the boy back full freedom of movement.

Fifteen minutes later, the officer dropped the football player off in front of his dorm and they agreed on their next meeting. "Don't let shady guys like that talk to you," Gabriel grinned. "Not this time, I promise," Justin replied, grinning. They shook ghetto fists and the cop said, "See you around! Knock yourself out, college boy!" - "Thanks, have a quiet shift," the boy said goodbye and the patrol car started moving again.