On The Run

Deputy Mathews was ready for his shift to end. It had been a long day, starting with a backlog of documents that the Sheriff had left for him to complete from the previous day. He hated admin work. “This isn’t the reason I joined the Sheriff’s Office”, he fumed to himself. Nonetheless he trudged through it. Just part of the job. By the time he completed the last report it was almost lunchtime, and then he was scheduled to serve some legal papers. Sigh. “Use this frustration as a motivator”, he thought. “You’re making plans.” After he completed the “secretary work” (as he called it) he set out for patrol and to wrap up the day. He was ready for the weekend, and to enjoy some down time.

At twenty-six, he had already changed his career a few times. In his youth he found religion. Being from an Irish Catholic family, his early intentions of becoming a priest were all his grandmother wanted to hear. “My grandson, Brody Michael Mathews…Father Mathews”, she gushed. How could he deny her that? So, a few years out of high school he went through the initial steps toward his priestly goal. However, after only a few months of seminary he found that it just wasn’t going to be the life for him. His sexual urges were too strong for the whole abstinence thing. Yeah, no. Also, it didn’t help that word got around to his fellow seminarians about what was between his legs. His 6’3” body was matched by a cock of proportionate size. The open showers put him on display, so he started washing very early or very late to avoid prying eyes. If even one of them were remotely attractive he might have made good use of his “blessing”, but there didn’t appear to be any prime beef under any of the other vestments. Religion aside, he felt that there was no choice but to call it quits and move on.

What to do after the failed path to priesthood? He loved to work with his hands. He took a job in construction for almost a year, before that got old. He didn’t see himself swinging a hammer for any length of time. There was a long (Irish) tradition of police work in his family. No pressure there. “What the hell, go for it”, his father told him. So he signed up for the police academy.

Up to that point he had been self-conscious about his body (feeling too thin) especially with his height. The physical exam and subsequent test for the application into the academy were the catalysts for him to pursue fitness. He focused mainly on resistance training on his own time, but got plenty of cardio during the regular training. By the time he earned his badge he was among the top in the class and was seeing an increase in muscle mass. Finally he was getting happy with his body.

He took a job at the local precinct and was regarded as a good cop, having the respect of his peers and the community. But after a few years there was something still missing. He couldn’t put his finger on it. He just wanted a change. Maybe he needed to get out of the city and away from his family. He applied for his current job out in the country (out of state even) away from it all. The rural setting and the slower pace were nice. It would do until he could figure what he wanted and not what others expected of him.

There were no calls on that quiet late afternoon. Nothing. He decided to save the county a few dollars on gas money, so he pulled into a clearing at the roadside. Truthfully, he was just tired of driving. It was one of the spots that were used for radar surveillance; accessible but off the road enough to be hidden from plain view. The late autumn temps were changing quickly. During the course of an hour or two the temperature would drop dramatically. He hadn’t been parked ten minutes before the windows started to fog up. His first thought was to either open a window or wipe the condensation away, but then he reconsidered. The extra level of privacy appealed to him.

He pushed back into his seat and stretched his arms up and back as far as he could, and held the pose for a few seconds. When he brought his hands down he rested them on his chest. His uniform shirt was just tight enough to show off his well-defined pecs. He brushed one and then the other nipple with his thumbs. That’s all it took. He could feel a stirring between his legs. Damn, it had been too long. He hadn’t jerked off in weeks. Too busy with work and projects at home. He was most often just too tired to take care of his urges.

His right hand dropped to his inner thigh and moved up to rub his balls. He couldn’t really see out the windows at this point, but he knew he was alone. Not the first car had driven by and he would hear someone approach by foot on the gravel. Should he risk it and undo his belt? It probably wouldn’t take too long. He was that horny. His cock was pressing against the crotch of his pants. Soon it would be uncomfortable.

Living in the country was great but it offered little in the way of opportunities for finding men. There weren’t any available guys to be found, or at least that he knew of. Coworkers had tried to fix him up with women and he went along with it a couple of times. He’d been with women on and off since he had discovered sex, and he even found a girl once who was open to his occasional need for ass-play. Pegging. A nice alternative, but (when he needed it) there was nothing like a warm throbbing dick inside. Being versatile provided the best of both worlds. He wasn’t ashamed of it, even with his background. Still, there was no question that he preferred men. Ass over pussy, hands down.

And now how to handle this hard cock of his? He leaned back again, grabbed his balls and reached for his belt. Gotta get some overdue relief.

Before he could pull the leather out of the buckle he jumped as a call came through about a disturbance at a nearby interstate rest stop. This was usually State Trooper territory, but the County Sheriff’s Office responded as needed. “10-4. I’m less than ten minutes away”. He squirmed in his seat to get a better position. No good. He got out of the patrol car and adjusted himself. The reality of the moment kicked-in and he started to feel his cock shrink. “Later”, he thought.

He arrived at the rest stop and pulled up to a small group of people on the sidewalk. “Hello. Can someone tell me what’s happened?” he asked. A woman stepped forward. “Yes officer. There was some kind of fight. That trucker over there, and this young man sitting on the bench”. She pointed to each as she mentioned them. “Thank you. Let’s see if we can figure this out”. He smiled and nodded as he walked toward the bench.

A young man in a green hoodie was seated; a backpack at his feet. “Cutie. He looks like a teenager”, Brody thought. As he started to speak to him, the trucker began to approach. The teen recoiled as the man moved closer.

“Officer, I’ll tell you-“. Deputy Mathews put his hand up, to cut him off.

“Sir, if you’ll return to where you were, I’ll be with you in a minute”.

“Oh, okay. I just wanted to tell you what this kid-“.

“Sir, please. Just a minute”. Clearly agitated, the man stepped back away from them. It was obvious, though, that he was trying to hear what was being said.

He turned toward the teen. “Hi, I’m Deputy Mathews. Do you want to step away and talk? Tell me what happened? Maybe we can start with your name.”

Looking at the ground, the teen slowly closed his eyes and tried to respond. He was clearly upset; very worried, it seemed. He stood up, opened his eyes and looked at Brody. There were tears. “My name is Nicolo. Nicolo Vassallo, but I go by Nico. Yes please, let’s move over here”, gesturing to a paved pathway that led away from them.

Brody took stock of him. Dark curly hair, olive skin, piercing ice blue eyes. His lashes were full; the kind most women (and some men) envy. He was medium height, about 5’9”, with a slim build. Then as Nico began to walk in front of him, Brody noticed the snug jeans. Okay, nice view for sure. Yeah, he had a full ass. Brody’s appreciation of the male form would prove difficult to ignore at the moment. “Concentrate big boy”, he thought to himself.

Nico stopped when he thought they were out of earshot, and turned back to Brody. “It’s all my fault”, he said. “I should have never gotten into his truck”.

“OK, back up. When did you two meet?” Brody asked.

“Earlier today. I hitched a ride. I know. Bad idea. Lesson learned, for sure.” Nico looked down and slowly shook his head from side to side.

“Yeah, probably not the best choice, especially these days. So, what about this fight that I’m hearing about? How did you get to that point?”

“It was all going fine. I was tired of walking and wanted to get away quicker.”

“Get away quicker?” Brody asked. “I’m a little confused here. Get away from him?”

“No, he was my ride. I left home; trying to get as far away as possible.” Nico was trying to avoid eye contact, and kept looking down and away from Brody.

“Wait a minute. So you’re a runaway? How old are you?”

“I just turned 19.”

“Ok, legal age, but why are you trying to get away? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“Can we just talk about this situation with Hank?”

“Who’s Hank?”

“The trucker guy”, Nico replied. “He was all nice at first. We met at a stop in Southern Jersey. I had been walking up to that point. Walking away from where I live, or where I used to live. I was getting something to eat and he happened to be at the table next to me. He started up a conversation and before I knew it he had offered to let me ride with him. We were both headed south. Like I said, everything was going great. We talked a lot on the way down here. We made it this far to Virginia. We’re still in Virginia, right?”

“Yes”. Brody smiled. “Not too far from North Carolina.”

“We pulled into this empty rest stop and then he acted like he was getting something from under the seat. Next thing I know he’s got his hand in my crotch and he’s trying to kiss my neck. I pushed him off and he came at me again.

“Time to pay back the favor”, he says to me. “I know you want it”, he says.

“He grabbed me and tried to get under my hoodie. I was fighting him back and somehow one of us hit something that made the horn go off. He jumped back and looked out the window. At that point there were cars nearby, and people were seeing that something’s going on in the truck. All of a sudden he opened the door and yells out “Somebody call the cops! This kid is trying to rob me!””

“What?!” I said to him. “That’s not true at all!”

“By then there were a few people outside the truck on his side. He leaned out the window and started telling them his lie again. I opened the door on my side and started to get out.”

“Oh no you don’t!” he said and tried to grab me, but I was out of reach and out the door. There was a man there and he stopped me.

“Don’t let him get away!” he yelled. “He’s a thief!”

“They made me sit down on the bench”, Nico said. “Then you showed up. That was fast, by the way.”

Brody noticed that the trucker was headed toward them. “Hey, I’ve got a schedule to make and need to get out of here. You gonna arrest him?” Hank asked, and then leered at Nico.

Brody prided himself on his ability to read people. He could tell that this guy Hank was up to no good. “Sir, one second, please”, he said and then looked back at Nico. Quietly and slowly he said, “Listen, I’m going to escort you to my patrol car. Please do not resist, or I will have to cuff you.”

“What?!” Nico looked at him, confused.

“Be right back”, Brody said to the trucker and they walked away. As they got to the car, Brody opened the rear door and asked Nico to take a seat and then he shut him in. Nico looked up at him through the window, still confused and now scared.

Brody approached the trucker. “Sir, let’s go to your rig.” As they walked to the truck Hank proceeded to tell his story about the attempted robbery.

…”Yeah and I thought I was doing a nice thing, trying to give the kid a lift”, Hank said as he finished up his tale.

“Sir, can you show me your operator’s license please?”

“Ok, let me get inside” Hank said, and climbed up into the cab.

Brody followed him closely, and stood just outside the open door. He noticed family photos attached to the visor at the driver’s seat. He also saw a pistol mounted inside the cab. Hank handed him his license. Brody looked down at it and said, “Sir, I have two very different stories about what happened here.”

Hank looked down at him. “I’m telling you, he tried to get away with my wallet.”

“That looks like a nice family you have there”, Brody said and pointed to the photos.

“The way I see it, there are two scenarios that can play out. We can proceed with an arrest. You’ll swear that what you say is true, and a possible trial will take place. Testimony will bring out the other story about you groping Mr. Vassallo.”

“No, wait. That’s not what happened!” Hank’s expression showed that he knew his story was crumbling.

“Sir, I wonder how your wife and kids would react if it came out. I don’t think you’d want your family to find out that you’ve been unfaithful and that you might be attracted to men.”

Hank stared out through the windshield.

“The other way this can play out is that we’ll forget the whole thing. You can start your truck and go on your way.”

Brody handed him back his license and Hank reached for the door.

“I thought as much. Drive safely sir.” Brody turned to walk away and could hear the door close and the engine start behind him.

“Douchebag”, he said.

Now back to the runaway hottie with the fantastic ass…

End of Chapter One