Jon and the big blue pickup

Now that I had been alerted that my little town actually had a park labeled "active" by a popular gay website, I felt it my civic duty to check it out.  I waited till well after dark on a warm, luscious smelling spring night and cruised on down.  A small creek runs through the edge of the park and parallel to the hiway.  On the hiway side is a rest area with tables and a bathroom.  A small footbridge across the stream connects the rest area to the park area.  As I pulled into the park I noticed a big sign "closed from sundown to sunup" by the entrance.  I felt a little apprehensive but figured that at worst I would get a reminder rather than a night in the hoosgow so I drove on in.  I parked near the toilet so my car was kind of camoflauged by a bunch of lilacs in full bloom and shut off the engine.  It was very quiet and the air was heavy with the perfume of the lilacs.  I was disappointed that there was nobody in either of the parks but it was so peaceful that I reclined my seat slightly and just enjoyed the tranquility. 

Suddenly from out of the darkness I heard the sound of tires scunching on gravel but I couldn't see anything until the black and grey local police car pulled up directly behind me.  It just sat there for a minute with the muted purr of the police interceptor engine the only sound.

Then the car door opened and officer Eric Grady stepped out.  He was probably  beyond his mid thirties and his beefy football player body was on the verge of losing his muscles to fat but right now he presented a fine picture of grade AA american beefcake.  Reddish blonde hair and green eyes graced a face right at home atop that fine body.

I lowered my window as he approched the side of my car.

"Evening, officer Grady"

"Mr. Martin.  I thought I recognized your car.  Since the park closes at sunset and there is a big old sign clearly stating that at the entrance, I'm wondering what you are doing here."

"Well" I stammered, "it is just so peacful here under the lilacs and all"

"Hell, Mr. Martin, this whole corner of Colorado is nothing if not peaceful.  You must have a better reason than that for parking here well after closing."

"Well, I was here a couple days ago and...and lost something so I thought I would come looking for it."  That came out so lame that I couldn't believe I had said it.  I looked at him and saw a big grin on his face.

"Mr. Martin, I've been an officer long enough to know when somebody is telling me a bogus story and your's is bogus with a capitol B.  I also know how to take pieces of evidence and put them together for the real story.  And I'm pretty sure I know yours."  With that, he stood up and cupped his dick and balls so they filled up the crotch of his uniform pants.  His dick was outlined so clearly that I could tell that he was circumsized.  "This is what you're really looking for, isn't it Mr Martin?"

"I guess I may as well confess officer.  What you're holding in your hand is exactly what I'm looking for.  I just hope now I've found it, you'll let me have it."

"Careful what you ask for Mr. Martin.  I've got over nine inches of thick dick here.  Can you handle all that, Mr. Martin?"  He moved his hand up from his crotch to his zipper and I heard that great sound, zzzzipp, that means you're about to get a mouthful of dick.  

I opened my door and turned so I was right at dick level with him.  His cock was at that delicious point of being full length and fully thick but not yet bone hard.  I love sucking dick in that state because it is supple enough that it fits the contours of your mouth and throat perfectly.  I think I could swallow a 14 inch cock right to the hilt when it is like that.  But his niner was thick and fine and I was a happy man as the head slipped past my lips, brushed over my tongue and curved down my throat.  I heard him groan with pleasure as I sucked him deep down my throat and milked his dick head with my throat muscles.  I took his ass in both hands and pulled him closer and felt him shiver.  Very soon his semi boner became a real boner and I proceeded to give him a real blow job.  Sucking, licking, milking, taking his balls in my mouth, rushing him toward climax.  He had opened his pants enough that I could get full access to him but he had left his heavy black leather equipment belt on.  So I not only got they yeasty rich smell of his balls but that heady odor of leather and in the background, the faint smell of lilac.  He took my head between his hands and started seriously fucking my mouth.  As he did, I could hear the soft clink of the handcuffs on his belt, the nightstick softly thumping against his leg and the creak of the leather belt itself.  Then it was over.  Another deep shiver passed through his body, his dick got rock hard and throbbed against my hungry mouth and then he shot hot load after hot load of sweet creamy jizz into my mouth.  I love keeping a dick in my mouth after it cums and slowly starts softening.  That's when I can concentrate on finishing myself off and blowing my own load.  So with the only sound his heavy breathing and me loving his softening cock as I jacked off, the throb of a big diesel engine came to our ears.  He pulled out of my mouth and zipped up.  I stood up and tried to force my pre cum drenched cock back into my pants.  We both looked toward the sound of the approaching engine and then my heart practically jumped out of my body.  Crunching slowly down the lane with only its parking lights on was.............The Big Blue Pickup!!!!

Part 3 shortly.