Nick needed tonight to happen. Badly.
His hands gripped the steering wheel of the old Honda Civic. He looked at the back seat that hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. His backpack rested on the seat with his Calculus textbook peering out of it. Judging him.
His eyes went to the clock. 1:12 AM. Perfect, he thought with a smirk.
As the stoplight turned green his foot pushed down on the pedal. Hard.
School.
Pushing it harder, going to 40 MPH.
Dating.
60 MPH.
Family.
80 MPH.
Before long he was going 97 mph down the long empty highway with nothing but farmland on either side of him. His heart raced as he could feel himself expand in his shorts. Biting his lip.
As he barreled down the Texas highway he passed billboards for both Jesus and porn stores, the irony not lost on him.
Then dark country skyline was lit up by flashes of red and blue behind him.
Fuck.
His heart beat loudly in his chest as he pulled to the side of the road, leaving his hands on the steering wheel. He waited. The cop was sure taking his time tonight. He wrapped his fingers around the scarred steering wheel as the figure finally emerged from the car.
He could see a large, muscular silhouette appear in front of the cop car. The beam from a flashlight shone in his face as he rolled down the window.
“Do you know how fast you were going, son?” the cop said, looking down at him.
“Um. No?” Nick said with a raspy voice.
“I clocked you going 97 in a 70 mph zone.”
“Sorry sir, I think I just got distracted,” Nick said, unable to help himself from looking at the thick vein popping in the cop’s arm as it rested on the window.
“He lowered his flashlight. “License and registration.”
Nick’s hand reached slowly for the glove compartment, not wanting to move too fast. His hands found the small leather folder that held his registration, shaking as he handed it to the cop along with his license.
“Well...Nick Summers. Did you know that going 27 miles over the limit is reckless endangerment?”
Yes, he did.
“No sir.”
“Please step out of the car,” the cop said, taking a step back.
Nick sat there taking a deep breath before slowly opening the door. The cop helped open it and directed him to the back of the car.
“You seem nervous, boy. Are you hiding something?” the cop said in his raspy voice. Nick’s eyes moved their way down, inspecting the body of the man in front of him. He could see the way the cop filled out his uniform — strong arms, and a bulge that Nick clocked was not hidden by the fabric.
“No. No sir. Just never get pulled over.”
“I need you to get out of the car.”
“Sir, I don’t understand I was just-”
“Get behind the car. Now.” He ordered. “Put your hands on the hood.”
“Sir, I don’t think that—”
“You already showed you don’t think by going 97on my highway. Now do as I say.”
Nick could feel the sweat soaking through his shirt as he walked slowly. All he could hear was the sound of their footsteps on the gravel and a couple of rocks rolling under the car as he got into position.
The cop looked in the back seat of the car, then walked behind Nick. Nick could feel his eyes on his body slowly inspecting him head to toe.
“Am...am I under arrest?” Nick asked as he brushed his tousled hair from his eyes.
“Not yet,” the officer said as Nick’s legs started to shake.
Nick felt his pulse spike as the officer grabbed his shoulder roughly with one hand and started to pat him down with the other. He could smell leather and gun oil with a hint of the officer’s musk, causing a reaction as the officer’s hands moved lower.
As the officer’s hands patted down his pockets they moved to his backside. Lingering a second too long. Nick could have sworn he heard a reaction from the officer before the hands returned to his sides and moved down his legs.
His hands then went to the front. Nick could no longer hide his excitement from the officer. The cop’s hands stayed on his bulge, gripping it firmly.
Nick could feel the officer’s fingers circling gently around the tip of his cock through his shorts. The officer’s wedding ring pressing up against him, making his legs shake.
“No. Sir. Please just let me go.”
Just a soft grunt from the officer.
“Go to the passenger side.”
Nick hesitated, taking a step forward then a half step back.
“Now,” the cop said under his breath.
The radio crackled. “This is Harlan. I’m going to go on break for 15 minutes.”
Nick faced forward, his eyes shifting in the night.
Harlan’s hands found their way to Nick’s waist as he pressed against him. Nick could feel him through his pants. He had to be at least 8 or 9 inches easily. And hard. Very hard.
Harlan pressed into Nick, his shaft sliding against Nick’s crack through his shorts. Nick let out a small audible moan.
He heard Harlan chuckle at his submission. “You want to get back on the road? Then do as I tell you. No questions,” he said, turning Nick to face him.
Nick could see his face now. Stubble cutting through a strong jawline.
“Yes sir,” Nick said, looking up at Harlan sheepishly.
“On your knees.”
Nick’s eyes widened. He glanced at the officer’s gun then back at his face, feeling the front of his shorts wet with precum.
His legs folded as he got down in front of the officer. He could feel a pebble from the gravel digging into his knee as he settled on the ground, watching as Harlan stepped forward, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, heavy cock.
Nick’s eyes turned from fear to hunger.
“Suck it.”
Nick watched it grow to its full size as his hand slowly reached for it. Seeing it twitch, his hand almost backed off before he felt it — how veiny it was as his hands explored every inch.
“Mouth. Now,” the officer said, almost begging.
Nick had a slight grin as he moved toward the officer, his tongue reaching out to graze the tip as his eyes fixed on the badge above him.
Harlan grabbed his hair, his hand reaching behind Nick’s head and pulling him down.
Nick felt the large cock enter his mouth and push down his throat, almost choking on it. He relaxed and let the invader take what it wanted.
Harlan let out a grunt as his cock buried itself down Nick’s throat, trying to get every inch inside him. Nick’s hands pressed against Harlan’s sides, pushing back, but Harlan was stronger and far more determined.
Nick closed his eyes and gave in, letting Harlan slide all the way out and back down. Not gentle. Not slow.
He could feel the officer’s uniform pants against him as Harlan thrust forward, hips driving into his face with a force Nick could no longer pretend he didn’t want.
He pulled Harlan by the waist deeper into his throat. Wanting every bit he could get.
“Fuck. That’s a good boy,” Harlan said as his pace quickened.
Nick’s hand moved toward the button of his shorts, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper to free his own cock, which was dripping with pleasure.
He thought about what his parents would say if they saw him. Then pushed them from his mind.
“Get up,” Harlan said, taking a step back, withdrawing his cock from Nick’s throat and watching the spit fall from it.
Nick turned his body around, knowing what Harlan wanted. His shorts landed on the ground with a thud that made him anticipate what was coming even more.
He heard the sound of Harlan setting his holster on the ground, then the piercing sound of a zipper cutting through the silence. The sound made Nick’s hole twitch.
Nick leaned forward against the car, arching his back, offering himself to the officer. Knowing this wouldn’t end until Harlan got what he wanted.
He heard Harlan moving forward on the gravel, stepping behind him, and felt the cop’s spit-soaked head pushing against his entrance.
“You’re going to take this cock. I can tell you want it,” the cop said before spitting into his hand and applying it to Nick’s entrance. His thick digit rubbing, exploring, then pushing the spit inside, preparing him.
His thick head pushed up against him but Nick was tight, resisting his entry. Harlan pushed harder. Then a pop as Nick’s hole surrendered to the man’s cock that needed release inside him.
“Fuck,” Nick called out into the night. “You’re so thick. I don’t think I can take it.”
Nick pushed back against Harlan but Harlan grabbed him by the wrist and pinned his hands to the car.
Pushing inside harder as Nick cried out, tears in his eyes.
“Quit being a bitch and take it all.”
Harlan thrust hard, driving past Nick’s resistance and sliding all the way in. He didn’t stop until he was buried completely inside Nick, who could feel the pain as the massive cock stretched him open. He bit his arm trying to muffle himself.
Then Harlan pulled all the way out before sliding back in before Nick could adjust.
Nick’s eyes rolled back, a grin forming as Harlan started to pump in and out of him.
“Yes,” Nick hissed as the thrusting became deep and forceful. “Give it to me. Own my ass.”
Harlan grunted in approval. Nick could feel his body fully open up to Harlan’s cock, allowing him full access.
The car started rocking back and forth with each thrust, the sound of squeaking shocks and low grunts filling the night.
Harlan slapped his ass hard, leaving a red mark and a sting of pain that made Nick bite his tongue.
The officer’s hands gripped Nick’s waist, digging in deep as he fucked him with the full force of his body. His pace growing ever quicker.
Nick could feel Harlan hitting his prostate, causing him to leak precum that was just pouring out of him now. He stopped touching himself and rested his head in his hands, enjoying every sensation of being used by Harlan.
He could hear Harlan’s breathing going deeper, more determined. Looking back, Nick could tell he was getting close to the edge.
His face was straining as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Yeah...cum inside me. Please, officer. Punish me.”
Nick felt Harlan’s cock expand as it slid in deep. Felt Harlan’s hips meet his hole as he buried himself completely and released inside him. He could feel the officer’s load fill him up, warming his insides, as Harlan collapsed against his back. Sweat dripping onto him. This caused Nick to cum, hands free, on his car and releasing everything he’d held onto all week.
Harlan was still hard as he used his own load as lube, spreading it around before slipping out.
Both of them pulled back, catching their breath as they put their clothes back on. Nick could feel Harlan studying him as he put on his holster, a warm smile showing for the first time that evening as he moved forward, stroking the side of Nick’s face before returning to his car. His eyes lingering on Nick as he settled back inside.
Nick sat in his seat, feeling the warmth leaking out of him. The tenderness reminding him of every thrust Harlan had made.
As he watched the police car disappear into the night, Nick smiled, already thinking about next weekend.
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