Cop a Feel

“Sir please, can I?” the text message read. “Not yet” I replied. Officer Newcomb’s frustration came through clearly in his text. There was something exciting about having this level of control over him that made me feel powerful “Sir, I need to serve you badly, please?” the message read a few days later. I glanced at the message as I moved from one meeting to another. It caused my dick to jerk in my slacks and a momentary grin formed on my face.

I did want to get together with Officers Newcomb, but work was a beast and all I could do was have dinner and relax. As I pulled into the driveway after a very long day at work, I remembered that my wife had left on a trip to visit her family. The house was perfectly quiet as I changed into some sweatpants and grabbed a beer then headed into the family room and flicked on some tv. I am not sure how long I watched TV but then, I felt 2 hands on my shoulders. The hands were covered with tight black leather gloves. I tilted my head up and saw Officer Newcomb standing over me wearing just the gloves and his black leather police jacket over his naked body.

As he rubbed my shoulders, I felt his hard dick pressing against the back of my head. I leaned back rubbing it against his hardness. “Yes, sir that feels good sir” he said, grinding his dick against me. “Come here” I commanded, and he came around in front of me. I looked up at him in just that black leather policeman jacket, his dick hard and proud.

I pushed the sweatpants down exposing my dick, then my legs before sliding them to the ground. I took him by the hand and pulled him onto my lap. Officer Newcomb straddled my legs and moved closer to me; our dicks began to mesh into each other. I took the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled him to me hard. One of my hands went behind his head and pulled him even closer. Our lips met and his mouth parted allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. My free hand wrapped around his dick and began to squeeze it.

Officer Newcomb moaned into my mouth as I slowly pulled on his hard cock. “I want you in me” I said, pulling my lips away momentarily. Then I was on my back on the sofa. Officer Newcomb was kneeling between my legs. I looked up at his strong body framed in that dark black leather jacket. An intense look came over his face, then he grasped his dick with a leather gloved hand and guided his dick into my ass pushing it forward in one smooth motion. Officer Newcome let out a loud moan, then bent forward, pressing his body to mine. I breathed in the smell of leather as our lips met and my tongue probed his mouth.

Officer Newcomb began grinding into me. His hips gyrated, sliding his big, hard dick into my tight hole. Each thrust caused my dick to rub against his abs. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around my hard dick and began to stroke it. I slid my free hand down over the leather jacket to Officer Newcomb’s firm ass. Down the crack of his hairy hard butt cheeks, my fingers found his hole and I began to probe him. “Fuck yes sir” he moaned throwing his head back for a moment before bringing his mouth back to mine.

My dick was rock hard in my hand and the sensations were intense as I continued to stroke my cock. I was getting so close; I could feel my dick expanding. Every part of my body tingled with sexual excitement. I was getting close to cumming. I could feel every part of my body vibrate with sensation. Then I heard the phone ringing. “Fuck” I thought it could be my wife telling me she arrived. Then it rang again, but it felt like it was far away. Where was I? How was Officer Newcomb in my house? My mind was foggy. Then one more ring. I opened my eyes and looked around my hand inside my sweatpants wrapped around my hard dick

“Fuck” I thought as the dream faded. “Hello” I said groggily into the phone. “Hi honey. I made it safely. Sorry to call so late.” I heard her say into the phone. “Ok” I said, feeling disoriented and confused and a bit angry. It was all a dream. “Fuck” I said once more pulling my self up and going to bed. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. “Tomorrow, Boy. I will provide more details in the morning.” I texted Officer Newcomb then lay in bed.

My dick was still hard as I tried to recall all of the dream. In my experiences with men, I had never been fucked. I never really wanted to. My buddy who was into uniforms had rimmed me a couple times, but it never went any further than that. Would I really let someone fuck me? Would it hurt? All the thoughts excited me and scared me at the same time.