Growing up, I always wanted to be a cop. I dreamed of chasing the 'bad guy' and putting him in jail. Finally, at twenty-one, I was old enough to apply for the academy.

I sent in my application early. Then, the waiting began. Day after day, I waited, checking the mailbox for some sort of information.

Three months after sending in my application, I finally got an answer. There in the mail was a letter from the academy informing me that I had been accepted and should report on a certain date for orientation.

I went through orientation and with authorization in hand, went to the uniform shop to get my uniforms. We wore uniforms to class and had gym clothes for the physical training part. Afterward, we'd all hit the showers and leave wearing our uniforms.

I had never considered looking at another man's private parts, but in the common showers, it was impossible not to. According to several past girl friends, I was well endowed, but looking at some of these other guys, I was little.

The next six months were grueling, but graduation eventually arrived. During training, Clay Jacobs, another rookie, and I became close friends and after the ceremony, Clay came up to me and said, "Well, Mark, we finally made it."

"I was beginning to wonder if I could last," I said. "Have you checked your assignment yet?"

"Not yet. You?"

"Nope, let's go see where we'll be working."

We checked the assignments and found that we had been assigned to different districts. Even though we were in different districts, we kept in contact with each other, frequently getting together on our days off.

We finally completed our 'rookie training' and were full fledged police officers. After a few months, when Clay and I met for dinner he asked, "Have you heard about the new squad that vice is getting together?"

"Not much. What have you heard?"

"Well, one of the guys on my shift is buddies with one of the vice officers and he told me that they were putting together a few young new officers, to act as bait, to curb the gay activity in the Davis Park."

"Sounds wild. Go out and wait for an attempted seduction then bust the guy."

"I wish we could be chosen and be able to work together. I know for sure that you would have my back and vice versa if needed."

"I would enjoy working with you," I said.

Three weeks later, Clay called me, saying, "Mark, I was chosen for that new vice squad team we talked about and I recommended you. They might be calling you."

"Thanks. I'll let you know if I hear from them."

The next day I got the call and met with the head of the vice squad. I was chosen, along with Clay and two others.

We were called in for our first meeting/training session and found out exactly why we were chosen and what we'd be doing.

"Gentlemen," the Captain began, "you were chosen for your youthful looks. I must admit that a couple of you do not look more that seventeen or so and that's what we want."

Clay and I looked at each other and smiled.

"You will be divided into two teams" he continued, "and will alternate nights working the park. I know it's a lot to ask, but you need to carry it to the edge, stopping just shy of being seduced. If any sexual advances or verbal offers are made signal your partner and together make the arrest. Any questions?"

"Yes, sir," Clay said. "May we choose our partner?"

"Who did you have in mind?" the captain asked.

"I'd like to be paired up with Officer Davis. We became close in the academy, and almost know what the other is thinking."

"Well, then, you and Officer Davis will comprise one team."

It was set up that a team would be at the park every other night beginning at nine in the evening and lasting until three in the morning. Clay and I got the first shift.

We arrived at the park and separated, keeping each other in sight. Our first night looked like it was going to be a bust.

Just after two in the morning, as clay and I sat on a picnic table talking, two cars appeared on the road to the park. We separated, watched and waited.

They parked and each driver got out and one headed for the woods, as the other followed close by. We gave them a head start then together, we quietly followed.

There, in a clearing ahead of us stood the two men, their arms around each other, passionately kissing. We watched and waited.

Soon, both men unfastened their jeans and shoved them down around their ankles. We watched and waited for the right moment to strike.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound and both men quickly pulled up their jeans and before we could react they were off and running. We tried to follow but not knowing the trails, they made it back to their cars before we could catch them.

We left the park and went to a local truck stop for a bite to eat.

As we ate, Clay said he had a confession to make.

After asking what it was, he looked at me and said, "Mark, you have to swear that this stays just between the two of us."

"I swear," I replied. "What is it?" I asked again.

Lowering his voice he began, "For some reason, when we watched those two guys kissing then dropping their jeans, I started getting a boner, and I have no idea why."

I looked into his face for several moments before saying, "Clay, you're not alone. The same thing happened to me, and a man has never had that effect on me before."

"You think we can handle this job if it's having that kind of effect on us?"

"Clay, we have two. I we asked to be relieved of the assignment, there will be tons of questions why and possible insinuations that we are gay. We can't have that."

"But we're not gay?" he said.

"We both know that but how could we convince all the others?"

"I see what you mean."

We continued on and began making a few arrest. But I noticed that on every shift when we were watching guys make out before the arrest, Clay would have a boner. And he wasn't alone.

A couple of months later, as we stood by one of the water fountains in the park, Clay looked directly into my eyes. As I looked into his, I could feel the heat growing in my body.

'What the fuck is happening?' I thought.

Ever so slowly, clay began leaning toward me. Seeing it, I responded and began leaning toward him. Soon, our lips met and each of our tongues began exploring the others mouth. Within seconds our arms were around each other.

After a few moments we quickly parted as Clay said, "What the fuck just happened?"

"I'm not sure but it can't be repeated," I replied.

"No, it can't," he said. "I'm going for a walk."

He left and after a few moments a car arrived and I went to find him. I found him just off the trail rapidly jerking his cock. My cock stiffened immediately as he fired his huge load off into the bushes.

Easing away, I got a short distance away and softly called his name and said, "I think we got a live one."

He came to me and I told him about the car. "I'll be the bait and you keep me in sight."

"Got it," he said.

I eased out of the woods and returned to the table. Moments later, the man exited his car and came over to me. He was older and slightly overweight yet nice looking.

he struck up a conversation and soon we were sitting side by side on the table. After a moment, his hands began to wander, and soon his hand was easing toward my crotch. Just as I grabbed it, Clay stepped out of the woods and announced that he was a cop and that the guy was under arrest.

"Wait, you've got it wrong," the guy began. "This young man was making passes at me."

looking at me, Clay said, "Officer Davis, is this gentleman correct?"

"No, Officer Jacobs, he is not," I replied.

The man's mouth dropped open and he was speechless. We called for a wrecker for his car as we placed him in our unmarked cruiser.

That weekend, I invited Clay over to watch sports on TV. He arrived in tank top and shorts. I was only in shorts. As the game progressed we began hitting the beer. Clay went to the kitchen to get us our third beer each and when he returned he sat on the sofa right next to me.

Before long, he said, "You know, we watch these guys in the park wanting to blow each other. I've heard that only a man really knows how to suck another man's cock. I wonder if that's true?"

Laughing, I said, "I've heard the same thing. Maybe one night we ought to each let a guy do us to find out."

"Possibly," Clay replied, "or we could just do each other and find out."

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked.

"Yea," he replied and he leaned toward me and pressed his lips top mine, offering his tongue.

Instinctively, I returned the kiss, and moments later I felt his hand pressing against my hard cock. I reached over and felt his crotch, finding his cock as hard as mine.

Seconds later, he began working my shorts lower.

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



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