The Samaritan

Justin had enough for today and put the long metal bar with the heavy weights back in the holders. Panting, he rose from the weight bench and grabbed the towel to wipe the sweat from his face. With one last gulp, he emptied the large water bottle and proudly admired his physique in the nearby mirror, which immediately gave him another hard-on: At 6'2", he weighed 242 pounds; broad shoulders, thick upper arms and thighs, a V-shaped physique with a sharply contoured six-pack, and a muscular back made him a valuable member of his college football team, where he played the quarterback position. It wasn't unusual for him to have to club himself in the shower after practice when he was alone, so horny did his own body make him. Grinning, he pulled up his thin thong top and took a photo of his abs and pecs glistening with sweat while sticking out his tongue and making a devil's gesture with his free hand. He posted the photo on Instagram and then strolled to the locker rooms.

During the week he could use his college's workout room but on weekends he preferred to go to a larger studio a few blocks from the college. Originally from a small town in Ohio, he had only moved to New York City ten months ago. An athletic scholarship allowed him to attend the city's prestigious City College. On his way to the locker room, he nodded to the other exercisers, who respectfully returned his greeting. Although he was by far the youngest here, he was already one of the strongest guys, which immediately gave him the feeling that he belonged and made it easier to make first acquaintances.

It was already dark on this warm summer evening when he descended the steps toward the exit, freshly showered and dressed in sneakers, shorts and a T-shirt. His teammates and other followers had already responded in large numbers to his photo. Satisfied, he scrolled through the comments and basked in the admiration. A baseball cap now sat atop his short dark brown hair, his large gym bag hanging over his shoulders. "Oh shit," Justin cursed as he pushed open the door to the street and looked up from his smartphone: it was pouring outside, and he had left his bike at home today. It would take him even longer to walk back to his apartment. Under normal circumstances no problem but in this monsoon, for the first time, he wished he had a dry car.

After all, the rain was relatively warm and it felt more like a pleasant shower on this still well over 68°F summer evening. So, he shrugged his shoulders and trudged through the deserted streets illuminated by streetlights. After a short time, his clothes had become soaked with water. The thin T-shirt clung to his beefy youthful body, letting every bit of muscle show. The cotton pants hung heavy on his thighs and in his sneakers the water smacked with every step. Only the visor of the baseball cap prevented the pelting rain from running into his eyes and completely taking away his vision. At least the bag was waterproof because he had stowed his cell phone in it earlier.

Officer Gabriel Vasquez of the NYPD sat alone at the wheel of his patrol car and drove leisurely through the downpour. The sidewalks of the metropolis, which were otherwise still densely populated at this time of day, were suddenly as if deserted. Even the traffic had already calmed down noticeably. In this weather, no one went outside unless they absolutely had to. This was his third night shift in a row, and he didn't think it was bad to drive alone in a patrol car through this great city at night. Going through the neighborhoods where he had grown up and doing his part to maintain peace and order. He had some of the best colleagues who stuck together like family and a boss who wasn't quite as much of an ass as some. The overtime piled up and the pay could have been better, but he still felt proud and confident in what he was doing. To be counted among New York's Finest was, after all, a great honor.

But Gabriel also knew the hard side of his job: rampaging husbands, aggressive drivers in traffic controls, unpredictable junkies, gun battles with small gangs and dealers, for example. These experiences of tough street life had encouraged him, as well as some of his colleagues, to get into a physical condition where their presence alone and a stern look could cool down many conflicts before they could escalate. The 34-year-old cop quickly took a liking to the workout after quitting football at age 24 and developed a physique known far beyond his department. Beast Cop or G Man (because of his first name) were the nicknames of his colleagues, and he wore both with a certain pride.

His broad cross made room for two veritable mountains of pecs and massive upper arms with thick biceps that always threatened to tear the ends of the short sleeves of his uniform shirts. Tattoos stretched under the sleeves to the crook of his arms, giving the Latino a slightly rakish appearance. His handsome, angular face with full lips had a beautiful dark brown complexion, a thin trail of whiskers trailed along his chin line and ended in shaved out sides which ended in short, pitch black hair. His attractive looks and charm had already earned him numerous offers from women in and out of the service, but he had remained steadfast. This was not difficult for him, as Gabriel was gay and could not complain about a lack of choice even in the world of men. His profession opened additional doors at this vanity fair, and he was truly no foodie.

Radio traffic squawked quietly in the background as the rain continued to fall like a waterfall from the sky. Left hand on the top of the steering wheel rim, right casually resting on the armrest of the center console and chewing gum, he drove north along Madison Avenue. No one on the road, just rows of parked cars, some of which were already standing in large puddles. Then he did see a passerby: A tall, broad-shouldered guy whose shirt draped very advantageously over his muscular body. He had obviously been surprised by the rain, because he trotted through the masses of water with his head hanging slightly. The officer's tail stirred in his uniform pants at this delicious sight and he slowed the car as he continued to approach from behind. The style of dress was still quite youthful, which somehow didn't want to match the already more than masculine physique. Anyway, the guy was a real looker and he didn't have an assignment right now, why didn't he help a citizen in need, the officer thought to himself with a slight grin.

Justin startled when the flickering signal lights of a patrol car briefly came on beside him and the typical buzzing horn sounded. An NYPD Ford Taurus had pulled up next to him at the curb and the passenger window rolled down. The cop behind the wheel turned to the side and waved him over. Hesitantly, the boy stepped closer, not aware of any guilt. What did the cop want from him? As he stepped closer, he immediately noticed the officer's handsome face and imposing stature. At the wheel sat a true hulk who barely fit in the seat! He felt a little queasy, he had always had respect for the cops anyway. But it was better not to mess with this one, college football player or not. But the guy gave him a friendly smile and asked, "Man, what are you doing out on the street in this weather? You got a long way to go home?"

Justin was perplexed: a cop who wanted to play cab for him? "Um, I've got a few blocks to go, near City College. " - "That's insane in this fucking weather, come on get in, kid, I'll give you a ride." - "Really now, sir?" - "Sure, I have to keep going in that direction anyway. No problem. You can put the bag in the back seat, I'll open up for you." With a click, the rear doors unlocked, and Justin placed the wet bag in the footwell, hastily removed another towel from it, and hurriedly got in on the passenger side. "Thank you, sir!" the young football player mumbled before toweling himself off in a makeshift manner, which Gabriel followed with a slight grin. Only now did he see the college athlete's dark brown hair and cute face; he probably wasn't even 21. His cock, which continued to swell, reminded him that it wasn't his protective instinct alone that had made him take the boy.

Horny, the cop eyed the muscle packages emerging under the wet fabric of the T-shirt and especially the protruding nipples of the fat muscle tits. The young guy was pure sin! Gabriel had to pull himself together not to immediately brush over it and fall over his fellow passenger. He had not done it for almost a week and his bull balls were filled to the brim accordingly. Leisurely they drove on, the windshield wipers fighting the masses of water. In the meantime, Justin had put the towel in the footwell, and the friendly cop had turned up the air conditioning so he wouldn't start to freeze soaking wet. How thoughtful!

Furtively he eyed his unexpected Samaritan, saw the wide thighs in the dark blue uniform trousers, the police belt with the various holders for the equipment, then the beefy upper body, which was held in check by the uniform shirt only with difficulty. Over it he wore a flat protective vest, emblazoned on the left in white letters G. VASQUEZ and above the hem of the sleeve the famous badge of the New York Police Department. The radio still blared softly in the background and the cop concentrated on driving, chewing his gum slowly, his left hand casually put on the top of the steering wheel, his right arm still resting on the center console. This gave a good view of his biceps, and Justin couldn't help but stare at that fat bulge of muscle with the tattoos. There was now also a boner in the passenger's wet pants, fortunately not yet visible as it was tamed by his tight-fitting jockstrap.

"Were you on your way back from the gym?" the officer asked suddenly, breaking the silence that reigned apart from the patter of rain. "Yep," nodded the passenger. "Underestimated the rain. I'm playing football and got my upper body workout in. The public gym is bigger than the one at college." - "Ah, a college boy," Gabriel grinned, exposing a row of white teeth. "Just moved here? How old are you?" - "Ten months ago. I'm from Ohio and I'm 19 years old, sir," the boy answered readily, although the last question left him a little wondering. Probably a routine question as a cop. "You play quarterback, don't you?" the cop continued, and Justin nodded again, "How can you tell?"-"I used to play myself, your stature is ideal for that position. Quite impressive for a 19 year old". Justin blushed a bit at the compliment from this beast of a man, quietly smiling as he registered this reaction. How cute, a quarterback blushing with emotion, he thought.

"Well, to become as impressive as you, I'd have to put on some weight. How big is that?" the football player asked, pointing to Gabriel's upper arm. "I don't know, you can try putting your hand around it," the officer grinned. After a brief moment of wondering if this was serious, Justin hesitantly reached out and tried to completely encompass the mountain of muscle with his large hand. But he didn't make it, probably would have only just made it with both hands. Suddenly the cop tensed and the biceps exploded once again, causing the hem of the sleeve to slide further up. The previously firm muscle flesh now became hard as steel and Justin noticed his cock twitching with excitement in his pants and a wet spot spreading in his jock. Fuck. The feeling of the pulsing muscle, the sight of the fine veins, and the heat radiating from this powerhouse was the horniest thing he had ever experienced. His boner was now as big and stiff as it had ever been, and despite the underwear, it formed a bulge in the damp gym shorts that could not be ignored. The cop noted it with satisfaction; he had already guessed that the handsome college boy was horny for muscle. And maybe for more...

The rain had eased somewhat, but was still so dense that visibility was considerably limited. Then the first flashes of lightning twitched across the pitch-black sky, followed by loud thunder rumbling through the endless canyons of the metropolis. They drove past St. Nicholas Park and Gabriel headed for the curb, where he stopped the patrol car and turned off the engine. A noticeable bulge was already visible in his uniform pants as well. Still stroking the voluminous upper arm, the boy seemed unable to get enough of touching him. The cop felt the slight tremor of the hand on his skin. "Are you nervous? Don't be, hot stuff. It's all right.", he spoke in a soothing voice. "A... a little bit. You're pretty hot yourself, sir," Justin mumbled barely audibly, blushing again.

"I've got another muscle I'll let you touch," Gabriel said, feigning lust. Justin let go of the bicep and looked uncertain. The officer almost melted at that puppy dog look the quarterback was giving him. How could such a young muscle-bound pretty boy look so sweet and innocent at the same time? He took his passenger's hand and guided it directly to the bulge in the lap of his uniform pants. Excited, Justin gasped, now realizing what the cop was getting at. His cock twitched again; the Hulk seemed to have a cock as big as his own. Carefully he rubbed over the bulge, causing the other to groan. Hastily, the officer unzipped his pants, revealing a badly stretched pair of briefs with a large wet spot. Watching as if mesmerized, the college athlete gasped as the cop pulled down the fabric of the briefs and the fat spanking shot upward like a catapult. Justin had already unbuckled his seat belt and was now laying his muscular body across the armrest of the center console. Right next to him was the rack with the laptop on which the police officers coordinated their missions on the road.

Greedily, he approached the beautiful, hairless fuck stick, covered with fine veins, that rose from the dark blue uniform pants and was crowned by a crimson, wide, trimmed glans, already glistening with pre-juice. "You want to suck it, kid?" - "Oh fuck, yes, sir!" the quarterback breathed, opening his mouth and sliding the boner between his lips. Gabriel moaned with pleasure as his fuck stick slid into the moist oral cavity and the boy's tongue stroked the bare glans. It was already bubbling menacingly in his balls, but it should not be over so quickly. Therefore, he put his right paw under Justin's chin and pushed him up again with emphasis. The college boy looked questioningly; his tongue licked over the lips of the half-open mouth. Gabriel couldn't help himself: quickly he approached and kissed the horny young guy, who returned the kiss first hesitantly, then full of desire. "Take off your clothes, college boy! I want to feel your horny muscular body while you suck the officer's cock!" the cop ordered next in a low voice and a cold shiver of excitement ran down the boy's spine.

Hastily he stripped off the wet shirt and opened the pants, which he let slide down with some leg work. Gabriel grunted when he saw the wet spot in the fabric of the colorful jockstrap, whose pouch was having just as much trouble keeping a thick bulge at bay. With a firm grip, the cop pulled on the wide waistband of the jock and his passenger helped pull it down to knee level. Jerking his cock with the left hand, the officer stroked admiringly over Justin's immaculately beautiful, hairless skin, which stretched tautly over the muscle packs, but at the same time was so impossibly smooth and supple. The quarterback had his eyes closed and was moaning as the rough, powerful hands stroked his body. The light dampness of the rain intensified the tingling sensation on his skin, and Gabriel felt the college athlete's accelerated heartbeat as he caressed the imposing pecs. Without a doubt, the boy was at least as aroused as he was.

The cop let go of the boy's body again, grabbed the root of his own cock and looked over demanding. Justin didn't take long and lay back over the center console to suck the spanking into his mouth. Smacking his lips, the football player sucked along the fat shaft, his tongue dancing around the distended glans one by one, encouraging a stream of pre-cum that mixed with his own spit to form a delicious lubricant. His own boner bobbed heavily in the air as he pleasured the cock of the fully clothed officer. The latter first gave the boy some time to get used to the dimensions of the monster, while continuing to stroke the strong boy's body with his right hand. He was particularly taken with the pointed nipples and gently teased them with his fingertips. This seemed to please the college boy because muffled moans came up from below.

They spent a few minutes like this, but then Gabriel began to take command: With certain movements of his beefy powerhouse, he now moved the fucker rhythmically into the oral cavity, penetrating a little deeper with each pull until he arrived at the throat. He paused and energetically pressed with his paw on the neck of the blower to get as much of his spanking in as possible. But Justin was not yet so experienced and began to choke. Immediately the policeman let go and pulled back a little. Gratefully, the tongue circled his glans. Again, the sperm boiled up in his bull balls, a few more gentle thrusts... "Fuck, college boy, I'm cumming!" the officer pressed out and wanted to pull out, but the boy's lips remained tightly pressed together, at the same time the tip of his tongue tongued over the sensitive nilla. The cop's paw clawed into the youngster's rock-hard neck muscles as several spurts of bull semen poured into his mouth, accompanied by an animalistic growl.

Justin was so heated and horny that he just wanted to taste this hot cream and had also not allowed the officer to pull out. With relish he swallowed the juice and then looked up exhausted, where the horny Latino grinned at him from above and nodded appreciatively. This impression of raw strength, power and brutality by the beefy muscular body with the tattooed upper arms, the heavy police belt with various holsters, the handcuffs, as well as the protective vest with radio, bodycam and badges stood in stark contrast to the pretty face with the provocative lips and the deep, dark eyes that sparkled warmly at him. This horny sight made his cock twitch again. All the while, pre-juice had been dripping onto the upholstery of the passenger seat. Gabriel pulled the boy up again and stormily they kissed, shared remnants of the sperm, put their hands on each other's necks and made love tightly. The windows had long since fogged up and the temperature had risen noticeably. But not just because of their lovemaking; the air conditioning had been turned off.

After they had detached from each other again, Gabriel finally turned his attention to the no less impressive, splendid cock of his passenger. Justin bucked slightly with excitement, but not just from the fact that his boner was now being pampered by the hot Latino's full lips, but also from the sight of this hulk in uniform bent over his lap and now devotedly doing his work. Reverently stroking the back of the protective vest, the college athlete enjoyed the blowjob, one of the cop's hands grasping the shaft and wetting the fingertips with the spit that he finally let brush through the cleft of his chin behind his scrotum.

Again, the young quarterback closed his eyes and pleasurable moans escaped his lips as the officer circled his hole and then penetrated first with one, then two, finally three wet fingers. Never before had he experienced such pleasures, the friction of the rough fingers driving shivers of pleasure through his body and making him tremble slightly. Hungrily his hole craved the intruders, with slight pelvic movements the boy now supported both the blowjob and the finger fuck. It didn't take long for the college athlete to climax as well: a final tremor ran through his body, then a loud moan accompanied by the spastic twitching of the rosette on the officer's fingers and already several surges of cum were pumping into the cop's mouth, who also wasted nothing and swallowed it all. Grinning, he rose and again they kissed smacking, while the fingers had also withdrawn from the ass.

"Damn, you're good, college boy!" the cop said with a grin, zipping up his uniform pants again. "Thank you, sir, if you say so it must mean something," Justin smiled back proudly and began to get dressed again. "What's your name?" the Latino asked. "I'm Justin, and you are?"-"Officer Gabriel Vasquez, always at your service," the cop laughed back and they bumped their fists against each other in a chummy manner. "So, tell me where I can drop you off." The thunderstorm was over, and so was the rain, as the patrol car continued its journey. On the streets, the water evaporated on the still warm asphalt.