Need a Ride?

BAM!

“Fuck!” I yelled out to no one as my car bounced back off the curb. “Asshole!” I yelled again to the diminishing taillights as the car that had turned the corner beside me and swerved into my lane continued to drive ahead. It was a curve, and there was a curb, and it was slippery from the light drizzle, and my car slid into it.

I took my foot off the brakes and tried to steer out of it but the wheels wouldn’t turn.

“Shit.” I said a little more quietly, alone in my car as I watched the culprit disappear ahead. I sat there, dazed for a moment as I stared out the window and noticed a car’s headlights turn on in the parking lot to my right. It was a grocery store, and at almost 1am it was deserted where I was, this car being the only other sign of life around me. I had been heading back to my mother’s place after a lonely night. I had driven downtown, wandered around aimlessly needing to get out of the house and out of my head, and had found nothing to do, and no one to do it with.

I saw the lights of the car moving slowly in the distance, turning a bit to begin driving when I noticed it was a police car. Perfect! I thought to myself as I got out of my car to assess the damage. The police car was coming my way. I stepped out into the lightly rainy night, still warm on this mid-July summer night, and eyed the bent, turned-in passenger wheel.

“Fuck.” I said again with a little less enthusiasm as before. My eyes drifted up to the cop car, now coming towards my immovable car. The police cruiser approached slowly, coming around the median that I had slid into, passing me until making an even slower U-turn to pull up behind me. Only when he parked behind me did the red and blue lights go on, and the door opened revealing a very tall, serious looking cop.

“Fuck.” I think I said again in a totally different tone as the lights danced around his clean-shaven face. He was blonde, and tanned looking, his arms looking like smooth thick marble extending from his short sleeve uniform top as he lifted his cap onto his head and adjusted it slightly, before hooking a thumb into his utility belt and pushed the door closed.

I stood up straighter as this authoritarian man walked towards me, trying my hardest to make 5’9” 170 lbs of lean muscle seem taller. I was in a pair of cargo shorts and flip flops, my muscled legs flexing for some reason as my equally muscled arms folded across my chest.

“Having a little trouble?” His smooth deep voice came out with a small crooked grin as he neared me. His face was chiseled, his shoulders wide, his chest sticking out as he looked every bit the perfect cop of my wildest fantasies.

“Did you see what happened from over there?” I blurted out and pointed in the direction that the car had gone. “That asshole cut me off!”

His eyes lifted a bit in the dark road ahead of us, giving me a chance to see a pair of big golden-brown eyes. He had very light freckles on his face, which I only noted standing in front of him and staring at him. I noted similar ones on his thick forearms that were now sticking out from his trim waist where his hands were rested, elbows out, in a typical cop stance as he assessed the situation.

“I sort of saw it.” He tilted his head at me, his eyes moving quickly down my body before returning to my ice-blue ones. “Did you get a license plate?”

I gave him that look you give people when they ask you stupid questions and he let out a breath in the form of a chuckle.

“You okay?”

His words triggered me for a moment, and I pulled my 25-year-old-self upright a bit more, pushing down the phrase from that deep voice that reminded me of someone else. It didn’t help that he was blonde. Or big. Or what appeared to be very well built. I took a deep breath and moistened my lips and tried to ignore the twitch in my pants. I glanced over at his name tag and saw “RHODES” written on it. He changed his stance and folded his arms under his protruding pecs at that moment, giving me an eye-level view of his massive arms. This man worked out, and he was clearly letting me know by the size of his arms. Was he showing off?

“Yeah. But…” I pointed again down the road. “Go get him!”

He laughed and bent forward a bit towards me before he straightened up. He was much taller than I was, guessing 6’3” or 6’4” as I eyed his chest, similar to another man I had measured up to before. “I think he’s gone.” He turned his head and body sideways to the passenger side of my car. “But I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere. Wheel’s turned in.” He squinted at me suddenly and cocked his head. “How old are you?”

I rolled my eyes. I got that a lot, looking so young. I was every bit the “boy next door” and still got carded for ID wherever I went. I had just turned 25 and I still looked like I was 18. “I’m 25.”

His eyes widened and he gave another winning smile. “Sorry. You look like you’re 16.”

“Thanks. I get that a lot.” I said sarcastically. “Trust me, I’m 25. Old enough to drive and all that.”

An eyebrow raised on his face. “All that?” But before I could register his expression he walked around to the front of the car. “I can call you a tow. Get you home so no one’s worried.”

“No one’s worried.” I said without thinking.

I saw him nod his head as he studied my inward turned tire, his splayed left hand on the hood of my car as he bent down. It was big as I studied the raised veins in it, noticing no ring. He then rose again and sauntered back to his squad car, giving me a lovely view of a firm ass in his tight dark blue uniform. Fuck, I muttered yet again in a hungry breath, staring at Officer Rhodes as he turned to open the car door and squatted into it. The interior light made him look even more attractive as the glow amplified his features. He held up the radio and spoke into it, his eyes staring back at me watching me as I stood by the trunk of my car. I was resting my ass against the car, my arms still folded showing off the success of my workouts recently. I was back at it, and in tip top form with a smooth body that was aching for some attention. Officer Rhodes was just my type.

I stared back at him, lost in thought, ignoring the rain that was now picking up, making my shirt stick a little bit to my pecs. I looked down, seeing my own biceps bulging out in my stance, and had many a thought suddenly about this hot cop looking back at me.

I watched him unfurl from the driver seat and stand over his open door. “Hey.” He said quietly but forcefully, “why don’t you come sit in here. You’re getting wet.” He went back in the driver’s seat and he leaned over, opening the passenger side of the cop car.

Okay then, I thought to myself as my porn brain kicked in and moved towards the vehicle. It smelled great inside, a mixture of that new car sort of smell mixed with his light cologne. I looked down as I sat, noticing the bulging thigh muscle outlined in his dark pants and the nice package between his legs as I closed the door. There didn’t seem to be much room in the front seat of a police vehicle and I suddenly wondered how I was going to make this happen. I gave him a little smile as he looked down at me.

“Can I see your license and insurance?” He said quietly as a voice on the other end of the radio echoed back something.

I fumbled behind me and grabbed my wallet from my back pocket, not expecting this question. “I’m not getting a ticket or anything am I?”

He gave a little quick exhale through his perfectly straight nose and smiled. “Just checking to see if there’s anything outstanding, and also for the tow.” His expression lifted a bit, as if telling me I should know this information.

“Oh.” I said a little sheepishly, thinking my chances with hunky muscled cop were dwindling, and pulled out the pink folded paper, along with my license and handed it to him. His big fingers touched mine as I handed over the cards, and I felt that jolt of excitement rush through me as we touched though I tried to hide it all. He was big sitting beside me, barely fitting into the car. His legs were certainly big, like the size of my waist, but his stomach was flat and his ass seemed toned enough to make him look like a runner or athlete or something. I stared at his perfectly straight nose again as he took my license and studied it. I was amazed at how good the shape of his nose was, like his face was sculpted to be a cop, with everything seemingly the perfect size on him: his nose, his chin, the Adam’s apple, his thick neck, those fingers holding my card, and as my eyes went downward….

“Yeah, he’s in the cruiser with me now. First name’s Brian.” He held the radio up with his left hand and spoke into it, staring at my card. “We will wait for you.”

“Gotcha buddy.” The voice on the other end said before he ended the call and put the receiver back on its hook.

“Tow will be here in about 10.” His golden-brown eyes looked over me and he smiled a bit wider than before, pursing his lips together. “Brian.” He held out my license and pointed a big finger at my photo. “You look even younger in this.”

“Thank you.” Was all I could say as I stared at him. He smiled back, showing me a bit of his straight white teeth as if my answer was comical before he shifted a bit and adjusted his hard ass in his seat, lifting his left leg up a bit and showing me that one too was just as defined through his tight pants. How was I going to sit here in this cruiser for ten minutes with this stud?

I could not help but dart secret looks at him as we sat there. The size of his fingers. The smoothness of his arms and hands. The way his nails looked. The light signs of stubble on his face. The shape of his right bicep. And the way his hand rested between his thighs…

“Coming home from a party?”

His deep voice startled me a bit, and I looked up to meet his gaze. Fuck he is good looking. He had that movie star cop look, as if some casting director had picked him to play this part, and come rescue me on this night.

“Uh, nope. Just out. Wandering around.” I said as coherently as I could as I rested my head against the back of my seat just so I wouldn’t stare at him.

“No drinking? I don’t want to have to do a breathalizer on you.” He said with a grin, rubbing his chin with his right hand as his other one remained hanging between his legs.

I held up my right hand. “Honest. Wasn’t drinking. Was just out cruising around.” I heard the phrase come out of my mouth and hesitated, feeling the air suddenly go still. I quickly turned my head to him and noticed his eyebrows lift.

“Any luck?” he said with a sly upturned grin, staring over and down at me.

I gave a little snort. “Nope.”

“Well, night’s not over yet.” He said as he slapped a big hand on my left thigh briefly, making my cock wake up.

Both of us seemed to breathe in deeply at that, and I looked forward, thinking this hot cop was actually coming on to me, but his tune changed as he asked me more police related questions, like where I was actually, and if I was heading home at this time, and if this was my car. So, the ten minutes went by quickly as I answered, seemingly lost in thought as he asked me question after question. The whole time his left hand stayed between his legs, his big hand dangling next to a good size package, his lips moving with every word he spoke so as to keep my eyes on his face it seemed. I couldn’t stop looking at him, those light golden looking brown eyes, or the plumpness of his lips, or the length of his perfect looking nose. I waited for his hand to touch me again, slap my leg, or reach over and grab…

And then his head ducked down a bit and he looked in his rearview mirror. “Ah. Greg’s here.” And he opened the door and folded himself out of the car, giving me another bird’s eye view of his round muscular ass as he exited.

The tow truck pulled up behind the cop car at first, but then moved around it and drove by both cars before reversing into the front of mine. I watched Officer Rhodes move beside my car, a large hand resting on the hood as he waited for “Greg” to get into position. When the tow truck door opened, I got out, seeing Greg emerge and shake the cop’s hand as they both turned to me.

Greg was a burly guy, big and beefy, your stereotypical tow truck driver. He looked mean, and masculine, like he could fix anything with his hands. Big moustache on him, little curls of dark hair underneath a baseball cap. He was about the same size as the cop, the two total opposites in term of manliness – Rhodes all blonde and all-American muscled looking. Greg, dark, all blue-collar mechanic type.

It just so happened that I liked BOTH types.

Greg was a stocky looking guy, like he was built strong from genes and working with his hands, and looked equally as powerful even though he wasn’t as equally trimmed. He had a handsome enough face, and his five o’clock shadow made him look even more rough underneath his thick moustache. He had dark hair on his arms that looked almost as big as the cop’s as he moved to the hood of my car. I watched his triceps flex as he pulled the tow out, and then saw the grapefruit sized bicep as he tugged on the cable.

“Slightly turned wheel, eh?!” He bellowed over at me with a grin that showed off straight white teeth. He had a blue tee on with darker blue work pants, big, tanned steel-toed boots completed the picture of a man. He turned around and bent down to look underneath, showing off a nice wide bubble butt that I couldn’t help but check out. He was all man alright. And I suddenly pictured a scenario worthy of any porn magazine that involved me in between these two guys.

But the odds of that now happening weren’t good, as Officer Rhodes turned to me and said I was in good hands now. He gave Greg a friendly pat on the back as he slowly walked back towards his car. I did my best to not stare at the cop to check out his ass, but I did, twice. And both times the cop caught me with a grin. He lifted one large hand as a final goodbye to me and sat in his car for a bit before he pulled away, slowly I might add, making sure I got to look back at him one more time. And when I did, he was looking back at me and gave me a winning smile.

Fuck, I thought to myself again as he drove away.

Greg meanwhile had been busy hooking up my car. When Officer Rhodes finally pulled away, Greg himself was standing right beside me.

“Need a ride?” He said with a wide grin, snapping me out of my fantasy. He seemed like a happy guy, and up close, he was even more attractive than I first thought. A nice bear type. Sort of reminded me of my new stepdad, which made my cock twitch again. And my ass.

I nodded back. “You can do that? Give me a ride home?”

Greg slapped a meaty hand on my shoulder. “Sure can, little man. At your service and glad to help out.” He slapped a heavy hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze, before patting it and nodding toward the passenger side of his truck. “Hop in boy. I’ll give you a ride.”

There was a look in Greg’s eye that I recognized. My mind was racing as I figured I was reading into everything everyone said. I had just returned from Europe, after letting loose and fucking my way across continents to get over the death of my boyfriend, and had returned to find a new man living with my mother. A new man who was using my ass. He seemed to have turned on a switch in me, noticing how other older men looked at me, how men were viewing me as a piece of meat, and how everyone, EVERYONE wanted to fuck me.

I was beginning to think he was right. Or else my mind was overthinking the generosity of men in general.

As we drove, Greg chatted me up, making me feel comfortable despite the fact I was in a truck with a man I didn’t know. A man who was over 6 feet tall, and stocky. A man who could beat me up easily. Or worse. Well, maybe not worse as I looked at his hairy arms and the size of his legs as he drove. He caught me looking, and just smiled at me, before he asked me again my address just to make sure he knew where he was going.

I hadn’t been that far from home when I slid into the curb, just another ten minutes and I would’ve been home. Before I knew it we were pulling up across from my mother’s house.

“Looks dark. No one expecting you?” Greg asked as he set the truck in park and sat back. I noticed his rounded pecs in his shirt and his nipples slightly pointing out as he sat back. He had the slightest little beer belly, which only added to the sexiness of this manly man.

I shook my head. “It’s my mother’s place. She and her boyfriend are away for a couple weeks.”

Greg turned and looked at the house. “Must be nice. Empty house.” He turned and looked back at me in the dark and quiet truck.

There was a moment of silence, as I sat not knowing what I should do. Did he want payment? How did this work? Does he just tow my car away and I have to tell him I want it fixed? I felt the tension in the air. He just stared at me, biting his bottom lip as if he was thinking about what to say next.

“You must be having a lot of fun in there with no one home.” He said next, which wasn’t at all what I was thinking he was going to say.

“I wish.” I said a little too quickly.

“Come on. A hot little jockboy like you?” His voice was suddenly quieter, deeper, almost gruff as if he was speaking from the back of his throat. “I bet you don’t have any problems finding any action.”

I hesitated a moment as my eyes drifted down over his beefy body. He wasn’t as muscular as the guys I usually had over, and he certainly wasn’t no ripped cop, but he was oozing sexuality and hunger and lust as I caught his dark brown eyes on me.

I turned slightly towards him, shifting my ass sideways, feeling my cock growing in my shorts. I saw his eyes betray him as they glanced down as I had hoped, straight to my crotch, and then my legs.

The truck was dark but I could see his face clearly. The silence seemed to pound in my ears as his eyes flicked back up to mine, and he stopped chewing on his lip. A moment of awkward tension as he left his mouth open. I could hear his breathing as his meaty hand moved quickly over to my exposed leg under my shorts and he grabbed it lightly, feeling the skin in his hand. I heard him exhale and felt his hand move upwards.

“You hungry jockboy?” His voice came out in a whisper, almost breathless as he pulled me closer to him by my leg. He was strong alright.

I slid along the seat, and on instinct, moved my own hand to his big thigh, sliding over the material of his pants towards his groin to feel the hardening piece of meat between his legs.

“Yeah.” I whispered back as he removed his hand from my leg and quickly started to unbutton his pants. I slid over more, closer to him, anticipating what he was going to pull out. This was a beefy man and after a long night I was going to get some.

My eyes flicked up to his face and I was suddenly turned on by this masculine man. I watched his meaty pecs push together as he lifted himself up a bit from the seat and pulled an equally meaty cut cock out. It was thick, manly looking just like the rest of him, with a perfectly sculpted mushroom head on a veiny cock. “Fuck.” I said again, growling at the sight of his dick. I felt a hand on the back of my neck as he pushed me towards it.

“Then eat this.” He said, holding it up with his left hand as his right guided me right for it.

The scent of this man wafted up my nostrils as I opened up and tasted this tow truck driver. He leaned back and let out a loud moan as I engulfed him, feeling his forefinger and thumb under my chin as I deep throated the man. I pushed on his thigh to reposition and went down again, slurping along the veins as I began to suck.

“So fucking warm….” He moaned, holding my neck still and helping me bob up and down. I could only see the bottom of his small gut and the dark hair swirling around his thick shaft, but he tasted wonderful, and I was surprised at how easily his cock filled my mouth. I was getting better at sucking thick cocks, after having so much practice lately with my new stepfather.

I relaxed into the movement, expertly working his cock, getting my hand around the base, feeling his fingers touching mine as we held his cock together. His other hand around my neck, holding me there, fingers digging into my skin. I thought about Officer Rhodes, and how I had pictured doing this to him in his squad car. But here I was, enjoying this tasty cock of this manly tow truck driver. And loving every slurp.

“That’s it jockboy. Such a hot mouth.” I felt his hips rising, moving with me, his hand pushing me down further as that big head hit the back of my throat. I gagged once, and he let go, waiting for me to go down again. And when I did, his hand returned to the back of my head and he let out a loud roar. “Fuck yes boy!” His hips moved, his hand tightened, and he leaned back into it as I took care of him.

He didn’t last much longer.

“Oh fuck yeah!” He growled, squeezing his own cock, my fingers trapped underneath his as my jaw worked his entire shaft. “That’s it jockboy! That’s it!”

He lifted his ass off the seat of his truck and his grip around the back of my neck tightened.

“Oh fuck boy! Get ready boy!” He was loud, and I suddenly wondered if any of my mom’s neighbours were hearing what was happening. “Fuck yeah, swallow my load boy!”

He lifted his ass right up off the seat, shoving his cock deep into my throat that I almost gagged again, but he held me in place. He jerked the bottom of his shaft as my tongue wrapped around the head of his dick and I felt the first spurt of his cum hit the back of mouth. I swallowed in time for more, his hand forcing me down on it, his entire body flexed in orgasm as he grunted like the man he was in his truck. I was groaning along with him, taking every drop down my throat. My only wish was that I could see him, watch him, rip his clothes off of him and take this load deep inside my ass where I always loved to have it. But this was just as good.

I felt his cock soften as the last of his juices leaked out. He had removed his hand, leaving my own fingers to pull at his cock, making sure I got every last drop as the sounds of his panting filled the truck. And then both hands were on my neck and chin and he pulled me up to his mouth, forcing my lips open with his tongue as it danced around inside my mouth to taste his own liquid.

He groaned as we made out, sucking my tongue into his own mouth, clearly enjoying the taste of his own cum mixed with our spit. He pulled back in a lip sucking sound, before he kissed me again.

“Fuck yeah!” He yelled, kissing me a third time and then pulling back to look at me. “Fucking hot jockboy!” he gave me a big grin and then reached over me and patted my butt. “Wish I could have planted that in this hot ass of yours.” He leaned over and grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard. “But FUCK what a cocksucker!” He kissed me again and smiled even wider. “Give me your number and I’ll call you myself when your car is ready and maybe you’ll let me at it then?”

I sat back, feeling my own cock hard in my underwear and shorts and begging to be released. I looked at his cock, still thick but soft in his grip between his legs, looking like it needed a break. My eyes roamed up his body and I pictured him naked, and me sitting on him. I wanted him. I needed him!

But before I recited my phone number, or plan for the return of my car, he started to adjust himself in his seat. He reached over and grabbed my bulge, giving it a good squeeze. “And don’t take care of that just yet. Save it.” He winked at me and started to tuck his deflated cock back inside his work pants. He leaned over me again and opened the glove box, grabbing a note pad and pen, clicking it, before he opened the notepad and looked at me. “Number? I’ll give you a call tomorrow and we can discuss the car. Trust me.”

I rhymed off my number and watched him scribble it down with force. He clicked the pen again and tossed them both onto the dash. He winked again at me and leaned over me to open my side of the truck.

“Time to go jockboy.”

I hesitated, looking over at my mother’s house and the lack of movement on my street. It was almost 1:30am so the street was quiet, a few cars parked along the street. I slowly got out, turning back to Greg sitting there smiling at me as he adjusted his baseball cap from our kissing.

“Have a good night now. You’ll hear from me tomorrow.” The interior light made him look even hotter, and I wiped the side of my mouth, feeling the tickles still from his moustache, and worried that I had cum dripping from my face as I shut the door.

He started to drive away as I stood on the sidewalk across from my house. I let the truck go by me, staring at my car attached at the back as it drove down the street, before I crossed the quiet road and headed for my front door. My cock had subsided a bit as I fished the keys out. I listened to my own footsteps in the echoing night and as I went to put the key in the front door, turning automatically to the sound of a car coming down the street slowly and stopping in front of my house.

It was a cop car. The headlights weren’t on, and a tall, uniformed officer stepped out of it and started walking up my driveway towards me.

I froze, wondering if he had seen me in the tow truck, blowing the driver. My heart pounded as he approached, but the familiarity of his walk only heightened my heart rate.

It was Officer Rhodes.

He was holding up something in his large hand as I stood there between him and my front door.

“I forgot to give these back to you.” His deep voice said as he stopped directly in front of me. He was holding my license and insurance paper.

I couldn’t help but smile, even though I felt stupid that I hadn’t asked for them back. “Oh, thanks. I didn’t even realize!”

He held them out, and I went to take them from him, but he held them tight, not letting go. He leaned down a bit and smiled at me. “I was waiting for you to finish with Greg.”

I looked up into those golden brown eyes, my mouth hanging open.

Officer Rhodes held my stare. “So why don’t we go inside and we can take care of you now.”