The Robbery

It was a Friday afternoon and I had taken off work early to get by the bank and deposit my paycheck. I entered and got in line and began looking around, cruising a couple of the hot young bank officers as well as a couple of male customers standing off to the side.

Suddenly, three men burst in with automatic weapons at the ready and announced it was a robbery. As they made everyone get on the floor, I noticed the two guys I had been cruising walk to the tellers and after removing canvas bags from under their jackets, the told them to fill them with bills only and make sure they didn't drop in any dye packs. They said if they did, that they would be back and 'take care of everyone in the bank'.

Everyone did as instructed. The bank guard had been disarmed and was on the floor with the rest of us. One of the men that had entered had taken the bank president to the vault for more cash.

As quick as it all began, the men all left as sirens could be heard approaching in the distance.

The police arrived and began taking statements. When it was my turn, a young officer in his mid to late twenties approached me.

He said his name was Officer Greg Davis. He asked my name, to which I replied "Mark Connors." Then he asked for my address, birth date, employment, and phone number. Once he had that all down, he asked me to tell him what I could.

Afterward, he asked if I could describe any of the men. I gave descriptions of the two I had been cruising and just general descriptions of the other three.

"Mr. Connors, how an you be so detailed on two and so general on the others?"

"While I was in line waiting, I thought it strange that while everyone else was involved in business, they were just standing off to the side. I looked them over for a while because of that."

"I see," he said. Then added that either he or a detective would probably be in touch with me later for more information, then handed me one of his cards.

"My private number is on the back if you think of anything else. Don't hesitate to call me."

I was finally released and went to another branch to make my deposit. That night, my nerves still on edge, I went out and had several beers to calm me down.

I managed to drive home, stopping at a burger joint drive through to pick up a bite to eat.

Saturday about noon, my phone rang. It was Officer Davis.

"Mr. Connors, I was wondering if I could drop by and show you some mug shots and see if you recognize any of them?"

"Sure, anytime," I replied.

"I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

Soon, he arrived and as I let him in he said, "Mr. Connors, I have some shots here for you to look at."

"Officer Davis, please call me Mark."

"I will, if you'll call me Greg."

"Agreed," I replied. "Now let me see what you got there." Little did he know I not only meant the mug shots but also what was hidden out of view in his snug uniform.

He gave a slight smile as I led him to the living room. I took a seat on the sofa, thinking he would sit across from me. Instead, he sat right next to me, our hips and thighs touching.

I began to flip through the mug shots. With nine pictures on a page, I took my time. I noticed that when I went to turn the page, he'd reach over and slip his fingers under the page in the middle of it. In doing this, his fingers would bush my cock. After about the fourth time my cock began to stiffen and I knew that he could tell when he reached to turn the page. I decided to see just how far he would go.

During my examination of the mug shots, I stole a glance over at his crotch. It was obvious he was getting boned also.

Then suddenly as we turned the page, one picture jumped out at me.

"That's one of them," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive," I replied.

Pulling the picture, he looked on the back.

"Don 'Cowboy' Sims. He's got a long string of arrest for robbery but few convictions. He just got out of prison two months ago."

He had me look at the rest to see if I recognized any more. Again, each time I turned the page he 'helped' me, each time rubbing my stiffening cock. By the time I reached the end, I was fully boned.

"The other isn't in these shots," I said, leaning back, giving him full access to my crotch.

He reached for the book to close it and as he did, he pressed the back of his hand unnecessarily hard against my cock.

As he held the book, he stood and his own hard cock was fully visible down the right leg of his snug pants. He made no attempt to hide it.

As I walked him to the door he said, "When I get back to the station, I'm going to see who his known companions are and get their mug shots and let you go through them. I get off duty at five and could stop by then if it's okay with you?"

"Sure," I said. "I've got nothing planned for tonight." I did, but it was going to be cancelled. I had something planned to see just how far this hot officer would go.

Greg arrived shortly after five-thirty. When I answered the door I was shirtless and wearing just a pair of thin nylon jogging shorts commando.

He surprised me by not being in full uniform. His utility belt was missing.

After letting him in, I commented that I thought that officers had to be armed on and off duty.

Smiling, he said I was right and pulled up his right pants leg, revealing a leg holster containing a .45.

"Holy shit," I said.

As we reached the sofa, he puled the gun out and lay it on the coffee table saying, "I don't think I'll need it here."

"No, you won't," I said. "I'm a lover, not a fighter."

He smiled broadly and handed me another book of mug shots. As we sat down, I asked, "Why are you doing all this and not one of the detectives?"

"They are swamped with work and I just passed the detective exam and am waiting to be reassigned. I volunteered to help them out."

"Well, congratulations," I said. "I guess you'll be one of those guys wearing a suit pretty soon."

"Yea, but I hate suits as much as I do being in this uniform, but it's a necessity. If it was up to me I'd be wearing shorts and tee shirt as my uniform."

"For that, you should have gone into vice."

"I thought about it," he answered.

I had the book in my lap and began looking through it. Again, each time I went to turn the age, he 'assisted' me as he had done before.

Soon my cock was fully hard, however this time it was aimed down my leg. I moved the book out an inch or so to allow him a chance to feel it at the base.

Before long, I spotted the second guy, again saying I was positive. He said his name was Paul 'Buck' Jones and that he expected me to pick him since Cowboy and Buck had worked together before. Later I spotted two that looked slightly familiar but I couldn't be positive that they were involved.

"They probably were," he said as I closed the book. I knew that about half my cock was exposed down the leg of my shorts and that when I lifted the book he'd plainly see it. I didn't care.

Glancing over at his crotch, I could see he was boned just as before.

I took a breath and lifted the book handing it to him. He took it and quickly sat it on the floor. as he did, he glanced at my exposed cock and said, "Looks like someone is needing attention."

"Yea, always," I said, then added,"looks like you're in the same boat as I am."

"Oh, yea. He's like yours, always wanting attention."

Deciding to take it further, I said, "Mine especially loves attention from someone besides me."

Smiling, he said, "Mine also."

With that statement, he gently placed his hand on my cock and squeezed. I then did the same to him.

Looking into his face it was obvious he wasn't sure if he should do it or not, but when I leaned in and kissed him he quickly relaxed and passionately kissed me back.

After a moment, i stood up and held out my hand to him saying, "Shall we go to my room and get comfortable?"

"Sounds perfect to me."

Soon, we were both totally naked in bed, kissing and exploring each others bodies with our hands. He ended a kiss and worked his way down my body, first licking and sucking my nips. then arm pits, then stomach, before getting between my legs and gently licking and sucking my balls. After a moment he moved to my cock and swallowed it in it's entirity. I moaned softly as I watched this hot young cop begin sucking my cock.

It didn't take long for me to reach my climax and when I did, he eagerly swallowed every drop. After a hot kiss, I returned the favor to him, receiving a huge sweet load.

As we lay cuddled together, I said, "I hope you're not in a hurry."

"Nope, I'm off tomorrow. I just need to drop off your new pick from the mug shots."

"Good. Spend the night with me."

"I'd love to," he replied.

We ordered pizza delivered and later fucked each other savagely then before going to sleep had a hot passionate sixty-nine.

The next morning we had another sixty-nine before he left.

"Come by anytime," I said as he left.

"Oh, you'll be seeing me again."

We kissed then he left and I leaned against the door, not believing that i had actually had sex with this hot stud cop. I wanted to do him while still in uniform.

On Monday, Detective Josh Simmons called saying he needed to meet with me. I told him that I'd be home shortly after five.

At half past five, he knocked and after I answered and let him in he said, "Officer Davis has told me how much help you've been in the investigation. I want to personally thank you."

"That's not necessary, Detective," I said.

"Well, maybe not but it sure make our job easier. What I need to know is if you're willing to swear to them being involved when it comes to trial?"

"Hell yea. I have no doubt they were involved."

"Good," he said. "Ill be in touch."

Greg visited me usually a couple times during the week and stayed over one night a week. This was to go on for several months.

A week after our first meeting, Detective Simmons called wanting to meet with me.

He arrived that Saturday morning, in casual clothes. I invited him in and offered him coffee.

"Mr. Connors, I want to test you. I have a new set of mug shots and i want to see if you can pick out the same ones as before."

"Sure," I said,"but please call me Mark."

"Will do and I'm Josh."

We sat at the kitchen table and I began looking through the mug shots. As I did, I found one that also looked vaguely familiar and said so. He pulled his chair next to mine and asked which one. I sowed him saying, "I don't remember seeing him when I fund the others."

"He wasn't in with them. We just found out he was in the pin with one that you positively identified. That's one reason I added him to this collection."

As I continued to go through the pictures I noticed that he casually placed his hand partially on his thigh and partially on mine. However as time passed, he moved his hand more onto my thigh for just a moment then completely removed it.

I continued going through the mug shots and picked out the same four others as before.

When I closed the book, he said, "Mark, you don't know just how much help you have been."

"Thanks," I replied.

Then something totally unexpected happened.

TO BE CONTINUED..............