Officer Cooper
By: Brock Archer
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NOTE: This is the first in a series of short stories involving some elements of public sex. As with my novels, some of these stories are complete fiction, some are based on true-life experiences, and some are a mix of both. I will leave it to the reader to guess which is which. Brock

Chapter 1

Sirens screamed, lights flashed, police cars descended on the Eisenstadt house across the street, and cops swarmed all over the neighborhood.

I had just returned from my workout at the gym, still soaking in sweat. Usually, I shower at the gym, get dressed and go straight to work from there. I love to soak in the eye candy in the showers, and sometimes I even manage to get a blow job there. Once, I even fucked a guy in the steam room while four other guys stood lookout. I love public sex. That Friday morning, though, when I finished my workout I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my wallet, so I had to go back home to retrieve it.

I didn’t have to be at work until 10:00 that day, so when I got home, I grabbed a cold mineral water from the fridge and plopped down on the reclining sofa to watch some porn. I figured I might as well jerk off before taking a shower and heading out. I have my laptop hooked up to the TV so I can watch all the hot action on the 60” screen. I picked one of those Websites that shows short clips and automatically rolls over to the next one and stroked my cock through four or five videos when the storm hit.

When I heard the sirens, naturally I stepped to the window to see what was going on, and I wasn’t alone. My neighbors all up and down the street were stepping onto their lawns to see what all the commotion was about. Still clad in my sweaty tank top and gym shorts, I walked to the curb and, looking left and right, discovered that the street was blocked off in both directions. What the fuck? How am I gonna get to work?

I approached one of the platoon of cops blocking off the area around the Eisenstadt house to ask if I could get through the blockade to go to work.

“I wouldn’t count on it, sir,” said the handsome officer as he sized me up, lingering on my crotch. Oh, shit. I was still semi-hard from watching that porn and stroking my cock. Momentarily, he suggested that I go back home and call my employer to let them know that I would be detained for a while, possibly even for several hours. When I inquired as to what was going on, he simply said, “Go home, sir. Go home.” Now, I’m a reasonably big guy and well muscled, but he was bigger, and he had a billy club and a gun, so I did as I was told.

I called my boss at Costco to let him know that I would be late, and he was very understanding. Anyone who has ever been to a Costco knows that many of the men who work there are really jacked, and I’m no exception. We have to be strong to help customers load large items like appliances into their pickup trucks. And I had played sports all through high school and maintained my muscles through regular trips to the gym, so I was pretty hot if I do say so myself.

The porn flicks were still running on the big TV, so I watched a few more clips and headed for the shower. As I soaped my body, I lathered up my cock real good. I didn’t exactly pump it; I just played with it a little, but between that and the porn, I was rock hard. As soon as I turned off the water and reached for my towel, I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist and scurried to the door, still dripping wet and still sporting at least half a boner.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that same very handsome cop standing on my doorstep with the name Cooper sewn into a label above one of his pockets. He sized me up as he had done before, lingering a second or two longer on the bulge in my towel, before he finally spoke. “Is there anyone else in the house with you right now?”

“No, I’m alone,” I replied.

“You live alone in this big house? Forgive me sir, but you seem a bit young.”

“I’m 19,” I said, feeling just a tad put down. “I live with my dad, but he’s on deployment in the Middle East right now.”

“I see,” he said, not really varying the skeptical tone in his voice. “Would you mind if I come in and have a look around?”

“Do you have a warrant?” I snapped, getting a little annoyed with his attitude.

“No sir, but we have a dangerous situation here, and I really think it would good for your own protection if I had a look.”

“Dangerous?” I asked. “What’s going on? Are the Eisenstadts OK?”

“Your neighbors had a break-in last night, and we suspect that the intruders are the same ones who are responsible for several other burglaries in the city,” he explained. “The Eisenstadts seem to be OK, but some of the other victims have not been so lucky.”

For several seconds, I stood frozen in disbelief.

 “Sir, may I?”

Looking over his shoulder, I could see that other officers had fanned out to talk to my other neighbors up and down the street.

“Oh, yes, officer, of course. Come in…please.”

I opened the door to let him in, but still somewhat stunned, I failed to step back far enough, so as he entered, he brushed up against my body. A tingling, erotic sensation shot through me as the thick hairs on his forearm tickled my bare arm and his upper arm scraped across one of my nipples. Attitude or not, this dude was fucking hot.

We live in a mixed neighborhood, mostly middle class, from lower to upper. The Eisenstadt house is a McMansion: 5 en-suites, a game room, home theater, resort-style pool, and so much more. Mr. Eisenstadt owns several jewelry stores, and I had to wonder if the burglars thought they might find some merchandise at his home.

The house I share with my dad is much more modest—a 3 bedroom, 2 bath ranch. We also have a pool, but it’s nothing compared to the Eisenstadts’. It’s not luxurious, but it’s home, and I’m grateful for it.

I trailed behind Officer Cooper like a puppy as he walked through the house, checking for possible criminals hiding out. When we got back to the living room, it suddenly hit me that I had left the videos running on the big screen TV. I had originally picked a video that featured hot jocks having an orgy in the locker room, but the video that was now playing showed leather guys gangbanging their boy in their dungeon. I quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, but not before Officer Cooper got a good look at the screen…and again at my crotch, which had already started to balloon again. I muttered something akin to an apology, but I realized that I was just making a fool of myself. Hell, man. I’m 19. It’s my fucking house, and I have a right to watch porn if I want to, so fuck off. But instead of sounding like a man asserting his rights, I’m sure I came across like a blithering idiot.

Officer Cooper just flashed a dry smile and said he would like to ask me some questions if I didn’t mind. I sat down on the sofa and spread my legs as I often do before I realized that I might be exposing my junk to this stranger, so I quickly snapped my knees together. I offered the cop a seat, but he chose to remain standing, which meant that I was pretty much eye-to-eye with his crotch, which bulged out considerably from the pressure of his gun belt strapped across his lower abdomen.

“So, it’s just you and your dad here?” he asked. I explained that my parents had divorced when I was 14, and since I had already started high school here, I didn’t want to move across town with my mother. Frankly, I have always gotten along much better with my dad than with my mom anyway, but I didn’t tell him that.

“How well do you know the Eisenstadts?” he asked. “Did you observe any unusual activity in the neighborhood this morning? Have you seen any strangers around here lately?”

I answered each question in turn. “Not well. I see them coming and going, but I don’t really know them. No, I didn’t observe anything unusual. Strangers? Well, yeah, but that’s not unusual.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

I explained that I see handsome young men coming and going at the Eisenstadt house all the time. All the neighbors have taken note of it. Some have speculated that Mrs. Eisenstadt is entertaining them for her pleasure. Others have suggested that they are there for Mr. Eisenstadt’s benefit, but I don’t really know. “All I know is that they all look really hot.” Oh, my god! I didn’t really say that to this cop, did I? Oh shit!

“Hot?” he asked in that official droning voice.

“Oh,” I stammered, “I just mean that they look very handsome and well built…like the guys I see at the gym.”

“Like you,” he interjected. It wasn’t a question.

Caught off guard by that comment, I continued to humiliate myself in his commanding presence.

“Have you ever spoken to any of these young men?”

“Oh, sure,” I confirmed, a bit too quickly. “I mean, sometimes I pass them when I’m out for a run, and I just say hi. Just being neighborly, you know.”

“Of course,” he replied, but I could tell by the look on his face that he read more into my answer than I really wanted to reveal. I’m just thankful that he ended the inquisition there and didn’t ask me if I had ever invited any of the young men over to my house because the truth is that I have done that more than once. Their balls are usually pretty drained by the time they leave that house, but that doesn’t matter because I’ve always got plenty of juice to share. In case you haven’t figured out by now, I’m a total top. I don’t care if they can’t get it up because I can always get mine up, and all I want is their ass anyway.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Officer Cooper said as he headed for the door, but before leaving, he turned, thanked me for my cooperation, and said that he might have more questions later.

I must admit that I had mixed feelings about the prospect of seeing him again. On the one hand, who wouldn’t want to see him again? He was practically a god—about 10 years older than me, I would guess, about 6’2” compared to my 5’10”, thick black hair on his head and arms and, I speculated, all over his chest as well. Even against his dark complexion, his mahogany eyes stuck out like my dick did when I first saw him. I’m jacked, but he was even more so: broad shoulders and chest and thick biceps that strained against the stretchy fabric of his police uniform, which also accentuated the most beautiful bubble butt I’d ever seen. I love a man in a uniform. I always thought my dad looked super hot in his army uniform, but this stud was scorching.

On the other hand, if I were to see him again, how would I react? Would I be my usual confident—some might say cocky—self, or would I melt and make a complete fool of myself again?

The second that I closed the door behind him, I went straight back to the couch and turned the porn back on, but this time, I selected a video featuring cops. None of the porn actors was as sexy as Officer Cooper, so as I watched the uniformed officers fuck away on the screen, I imagined that it was Officer Cooper in the center of the action…with me, of course. In no time at all, I was jizzing all over myself. I don’t make a habit of eating my own man chowder, but when it just happens to land in my mouth, what the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Time to take another shower.

It was nearly 2:00 p.m. when the cops began to disperse and open up the blockade, so I went to work. I really love my job. The pay and benefits are good, and I find the physicality of the work invigorating. It augments my gym workouts. Besides, I like getting hit on by the customers, quite a few of whom I have subsequently made “deliveries” to.

Because I had gotten in late, I chose to stay later than usual. My boss told me that I didn’t have to, but I felt that I owed it to the company to put in a full day’s work. Consequently, it was after 9:00 when I clocked out. I had been horny all day thinking about Officer Cooper and fantasizing about him with me in one of those porn flicks, so I decided to stop in at a video arcade before heading home. I was hoping to find a cute young sub to fuck real good, and there were several there who were eager to ride my big cock, but none of them really appealed to me. Just when I was about to give up, in walked a man who caught my attention. He wasn’t a twink at all…just the opposite. Dressed in a business suit and tie, he was at least as old as my dad—something that doesn’t usually appeal to me—but there was something about him that reminded me of Officer Cooper.

I followed him as he strolled past the private booths in the arcade, hoping he would enter one and leave the door unlocked for me to join him. Instead he walked out of that part of the store. I thought he was gone, but he stopped at the checkout counter and handed the clerk a $20 bill. I realized then that he was purchasing a ticket for the theater. I resolved then and there to buy a ticket myself and try again to seduce him. As he passed me, though, on his way to the theater, he smiled and, without saying a word, handed me a ticket. The sign on the door said “Admission $10.” He had bought two tickets, one for himself and one for me.

Inside the theater, I lost him for a brief moment as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I stumbled down the aisles, bumping into several men and getting groped by most of them before I spotted him standing in a corner, half a dozen other men circling around him. When he saw me looking in his direction, he gave me an ever-so-slight nod that said, “Come here, stud.” As I approached, the predators dispersed and made an opening for me.

Without saying a word, I grabbed him and pulled him into me, assaulting his mouth with my tongue. I was so hungry that I tried to ram my tongue as far down his throat as I could. He responded by wrestling with my tongue and rubbing his hands frantically all over my back, arms, and chest.

As he started to remove his blue suit coat, I snapped, “Leave it.” In a strange way, his blue suit reminded me of Officer Cooper’s blue policeman’s uniform. I guess that’s what had attracted me to this gentleman in the first place.

As I backed him up against the wall, I removed his belt and used it to bind his hands behind his back, I imagined that I had cuffed him and was about to frisk him, which I did, patting him down before grabbing his crotch.

With his hands immobilized, I grasped his shoulders and pressed him down on his knees. Standing over him, I pressed my crotch into his face and gyrated against it. With my cock growing and straining to break free, I pulled down my jeans and shoved my cock and balls back into his face. He gasped at the sight of my 6” dong, which wasn’t even fully hard yet. Once my cock had grown to its full 8”, I pulled down his jaw and shoved my cock down his throat. He gagged and moaned for relief as tears began to stream down his face, but I kept skull-fucking him until I felt fully primed for the next move.

“Get up,” I commanded him, and when he stumbled, I grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him up. The circle of men who had dispersed when I approached had reassembled to watch my animalistic assault. I grabbed one of the twinks who had followed us into the theater from the arcade and threw him to the floor. “Hands and knees,” I ordered, and he complied promptly. Using the twink as a sort of bench, I bent the businessman over the kid’s back and pulled down his pants and boxers. I grabbed another one of the onlookers, pulled his face down toward the businessman’s ass and barked, “Lick it.” Once I was satisfied that my target’s ass was sufficiently lubricated, I shoved the licker aside and impaled the businessman with my cock. Naturally, he jerked and cried out from the pain, but I slapped his butt really hard and shouted, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up, bitch.” He tried in vain to squelch it, but he could not avoid whimpering as I drilled his ass raw. I pounded him hard, balls deep.

The kid we were using for a bench also squirmed under the pressure of my assaults, but I slapped his butt too, and he stiffened.

If they didn’t already have their dicks hanging out when I attacked the businessman, they did now, and all of them were either stroking gently or pumping away for dear life. I glared at one of them, first at his face and then at his cock. “Come here,” I ordered, and when he did, I grabbed the hair on the back of the businessman’s head and pushed it toward the eager bystander’s cock. “Fuck his face,” I commanded.

As the new guy and I spit roasted the businessman, the others dared to move closer, beating their meat for all they were worth. They were all as turned on as I was.

When my cock began to pulsate and I knew I was getting close, I withdrew, grabbed the businessman by his blue suit and threw him to the floor. “On your back, bitch.” And when the twink who had been kneeling beneath him tried to get up, I raised my foot and shoved him down also. “You too, kid.” With the two of them lying side by side on their backs and looking up at me, it suddenly occurred to me that the businessman was old enough to be the twink’s father...and mine.

I straddled my two perps, as I had come to think of them, and pulled the voyeurs into a close circle. As I began to pump my rod, I didn’t have to say another word. The guys got the message and pumped away to my rhythm. Pretty soon, we were all shooting all over the faces of the two men on the floor. After all the ejaculations, I grabbed one of the men from the circle, pulled his head toward my dripping cock, and yelled, “Clean it,” and when that was done, I pushed him toward the two cum-faced victims and directed, “Now theirs.”

As I zipped up and headed for the exit, I paused to look back and saw that other men in the circle had gotten down on the floor to help lick their faces and swap the cum among themselves.

Driving home, I kept asking myself what had gotten into me. I have always been dominant—no, I wouldn’t even go that far. I have been somewhat assertive when it came to sex, a take-charge kind of guy, but I had never been that domineering. But thinking of the man in the blue suit as Officer Cooper in his blue uniform had really gotten my juices overflowing, and I just felt like I had to pound it out of my system. It was almost like a self-administered exorcism.

On the drive home, I couldn’t get Officer Cooper out of my mind, which means, of course, that I drove home with a hard-on. As I entered my house, I decided to put on some porn, jerk off, shower, and hit the sack, but it didn’t quite work out that way. I did get through the first three steps, but just as I was stepping out of the shower, the doorbell rang—as it had that morning. And when I got to the door, dripping wet with nothing but a towel covering me, there stood the man of my dreams—or at least the man of my wet dreams—Officer Cooper.

Chapter 2

“Officer Cooper,” I announced, trying fruitlessly to sound cool and not at all nonplussed. “You’re back.” What the hell? Why didn’t I say something like, “Nice to see you again” or “What can I do for you?

“Yes, Mr. Lawson. After all the excitement today, I thought I’d check and see how you’re doing. You did say you live alone.”

He knows my name. Well, of course, he knows your name, dimwit. He’s just been investigating a crime and surveying the neighborhood. Don’t be such a douche.

*******

That morning, Officer Cooper was wearing his cop face and demeanor along with his uniform. Now, he was still wearing the uniform, but his countenance was much friendlier. When he smiled, it was all I could do to keep from melting.

“Uh, yeah.” Uh, yeah? That’s the best you can do? Invite him in, fucktard. Offer him a drink, suck his cock. Just don’t let him get away.

“So, is everything all right, Mr. Lawson? Would you like me to come in and inspect the premises?”

Would I ever!

“Uh, sure. Come in officer.” Nervously, but subconsciously, I tightened the towel around my waist.

Once again, I had left the porn running on the big screen TV. Oh shit! I scurried for the remote.

“Relax, Mr. Lawson. It’s your home, and I’ve seen it all before.”

Really? I wonder what that means.

With me in tow, he slowly made his way around the house, ending up in my bedroom. I thought nothing of it when he made a show of looking in the closet and behind the curtains, but I took a gulp when he opened the drawer of my night stand where I keep my lube and condoms. I backed against my bed, facing him. He uttered something about everything seeming to be in order as he slowly walked toward me, and with every excruciating step, my dick grew harder. Standing less than 12 inches from me, he looked down, pointed at the growing bulge in my towel, and said, “You know, they say you should call your doctor if you have an erection lasting more than four hours.”

I chuckled nervously and fumbled to secure my towel more tightly, but in my awkwardness, I actually loosened it, and it fell to the floor. He stepped even closer, causing me to fall backward onto the bed.

As I braced myself on my elbows, he leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of me, trapping me as it were. “Like I said, I’ve seen it all before, but I must admit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite that magnificent.”

I think I nearly swallowed my tongue trying to come up with a rejoinder, but he hushed me by bringing his lips to mine and kissing me. Before I knew it, his tongue was exploring my mouth. He stopped only long enough to push me flat on my back and throw himself on top of me. Since he was in his uniform, I could feel his gun rubbing against my thigh…and his “other” gun rubbing against my crotch. Kissing me and practically mauling me, he worked up such a fever that I know he would have torn off my clothes if I had been wearing any.

When he finally pulled his face back just a few inches, he looked me straight in the eye and said, “You really should be more careful, Mr. Lawson, about letting strangers into your house.” Again, I swallowed a nervous chuckle, to which he just smiled before kissing me once more.

When he withdrew from my mouth, he did not withdraw his attention, however. He licked my face and neck before working his way down to my sternum and across to my nipples, which he kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled one at a time. Under the pressure of his body against mine, I thought my cock would explode. I tried to throw him off of me—not because I didn’t want him, but because I thought I would suffocate. He would have none of that though. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed. Then, nodding toward the handcuffs dangling from his belt, he said coyly, “Don’t make me have to use these.”

“But I can’t breathe,” I managed to pant out, which was enough to get him to let up…just a little. Then, when he was satisfied that I would be OK, he continued his lick trip down my belly to my navel, my pubes, my dick, and my balls, which he seemed to savor for hours before he returned to my cock.

“Such a beautiful cock,” he whispered. “Too bad you won’t get to use it tonight.”

WHAT? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

And with that he stood up again, removed his gun belt and then his pants belt, and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of his pants, he crawled back on top of me, straddling my chest and teasing me with fluctuations of his jock-strapped crotch in my face. “You really like my package, don’t you? I saw you ogling it this morning. You want it, don’t you?”

Before I could answer, he shoved his pouch in my face and rubbed it all around. I felt his cock blossoming inside his jock strap. The smell as well as the feel slapped my senses to the point that I was getting high on his manliness.

“You like that, don’t you?” he repeated. “You’re dying to see my cock, aren’t you?” Again without waiting for or even expecting a reply (because he knew what the real answer would be), he pulled down the jock strap and let his big dick flip-flop between his belly and my face. Somehow, he managed to remove the jock completely, freeing him to rub his cock and balls all over my face. I tried to resist, but we both knew it was futile. And we both knew how badly I actually wanted it.

He inserted one finger into his mouth to wet it and then brushed it gently across my lips. He hardly had to force my mouth open. It just fell open all by itself, his invitation to insert his big dick. Mmm. It felt and tasted so good. Mmm. Though I had only met him that morning, I felt that I had wanted him forever, so I worshipped his manhood with my mouth. I sucked until I felt his dick pulsate, preparing to explode, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He pulled out and repeated his tongue bath across my chest, abs, and jewels.

He sucked my cock until I was ready to burst, but he stopped just as abruptly as he had pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Not yet.”

Grasping my arm, he rolled me over face down and continued his tongue bath of my back, starting with my neck and working all the way down to my feet. Then came the shocker. I had never felt a man’s tongue on my ass before. I had no concept of what it was like to get rimmed, and I was amazed at how good it felt. The nerve endings around my rosebud danced electrically with the maneuvering of his tongue. I never wanted it to stop, but it did when he reached over to the night stand with the drawer containing my “secrets.”

This was the lube that I used to prepare other men to receive my cock. It had never been applied to my own ass…until then. He slowly dribbled the oil onto my opening like it was Chinese water torture. With one finger, he rubbed it around my hole and then slowly inserted that finger into me. I jumped. No one had ever been in there before. It had always been forbidden territory.

He slowly edged that finger in and out until he hit a nerve…actually, my prostate. I had seen lots of men jump when my cock hit their prostates, but never really comprehended the impact that the touch of that organ could generate.

“Oooh, you like that. I knew you would.”

And with that he inserted a second finger and repeated the manipulation. Then, three fingers. My cock ached so much that I begged him to let me up so that I could jerk off, but he refused. The whole procedure up to that point had been slow and methodical. He had not even worked up a sweat. Yet.

He paused to remove his shirt, and, turning my head, I saw the luscious black fur that carpeted his broad chest with a treasure trail drawing my eyes toward his cock.

With me still lying face down on the bed, he rubbed his dick slowly up and down my crack and then drew circles around the rim of my hole with the tip of his cock. “OK,” he said. (The whole time, he never spoke above a whisper.) “It’s time.” And with that, he entered me—slowly at first, and it hurt like hell. The men I had fucked all explained that the initial entry hurt but that once the muscles relaxed, the sensation was indescribable. They were right. The feeling was beyond anything I could ever have imagined.

Once he felt me relax, he pumped faster and harder, but still I wanted more. I begged him to fuck me faster and deeper. I wanted to feel his balls flapping against my ass, just as I had done so many times with other men, and he was happy to oblige. I wanted him to shoot his seed deep inside me, but at the same time, I didn’t want that feeling to end. But it did. Briefly.

He rolled me over on my back. “You want to watch, don’t you? You want to see this cop fuck your ass.” He already knew the answer, but he taunted me until I begged him to fuck me again.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and re-entered me, more forcefully than he had before. He fucked hard and fast. But every so often he would slow down and pull his dick out so that only the head remained inside. He taunted me before driving his dick back in as hard and as far as he could. My eyes squinted with the euphoric pain, but during those moments when I could open my eyes, I marveled at the beauty of the man who had taken complete control of me. The sight of his hairy pecs heaving and ebbing like the waves of the ocean hypnotized me. It was a work of art in motion. When he caught me looking, he smiled at me like the cat that had eaten the canary. He was so self-satisfied, and he had every reason to be.

Almost as an act of mercy, he reached down with one hand and gently stroked my cock. I jerked like I had been tased. My cock was so desperate for relief that the mere touch of his hand threw me into orbit.

“Oh, poor baby. It needs some relief, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to scream, “Fuck yeah!” but I knew not to overreact or else he might do just the opposite, prolonging my misery.

“Good boy,” he whispered, like he would have to a puppy. “Good boy.” And with that, he began to pump my shaft with the rhythm of his thrusts. When I could hold it no more, my cock exploded, blasting cum all over my face, chest, and abs. And the contracting of my ass muscles in the process squeezed the life out of him. He launched burst after burst of his seed deep inside me. I could feel them blasting my guts.

With both of us totally wiped out, he collapsed on top of me, resting his cheek against mine. When his dick deflated and my ass could no longer hold it, he withdrew and stood back. I thought he would get dressed and leave, but he did not. He just stood there watching me. Surveying my spent body, which was still flinching with aftershocks from the most violent orgasm I had ever experienced in my life, he smiled like an artist who had just completed his masterpiece.

When he moved, he still did not reach for his clothes. Instead, he circled around to the other side of the bed, grabbed me under the arms, and dragged me to one side of the bed. Then, to my amazement, he climbed over me and lay beside me, resting my head against his chest and wrapping his arm around me. Softly brushing my hair, he whispered. “Go to sleep, baby. Go to sleep.” And I did. I never slept so soundly in my life.

When I woke the morning after Officer Cooper’s visit, I was disappointed, but not surprised, to see that he had slipped away. For a moment, I wondered if I had dreamed the whole episode, but the soreness in my asshole persuaded me otherwise.

I work a rotating schedule, and this was my week to take a Saturday shift, so I showered, dressed, and headed to the warehouse store. “Rough workout?” one of my co-workers asked.

“Huh?”

“You seem to be limping or something. I thought maybe you had pulled a hamstring.”

“Uh, yeah. It’s not bad, but…yeah…kinda.”

And it continued like that the rest of the day. And it didn’t help that I had to suppress a boner all day as I dwelled on memories of my experience with Officer Cooper—even after I jerked off in the men’s room during my lunch break.

It’s not unusual for me to work up a sweat at work, so when I got home, I chugged a beer and hit the shower. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt, popped a TV dinner into the microwave, and sat down on the sofa to watch a movie. No porn that night. I didn’t think my dick could take it.

Several days passed, and with each one I hoped that Officer Cooper would show up again at my doorstep, but he did not. Finally, in desperation, I called the station and asked to speak to him. “Officer Cooper is on vacation,” said the voice at the other end of the phone. “Is there someone else you’d like to speak to? May I ask what this is about? May I take a message?”

I left my name and said that I could call back. “You said he’ll be back in a week?”

Every day that week was torture. I couldn’t wait to see the stud again.

With the week expired, it was now Monday morning. I resolved to call again after work, but the doorbell rang that morning as I was getting ready to leave for work. Please let it be him. In fact, when I threw open the door, I was confronted with the stature of a different cop, not him. This one was about the same height and build as my cop, but in every other way he was the opposite: blond hair, blue eyes, fair complexion.

“Mr. Lawson?”

“Yes.”

“You asked to see me?”

“Uh, no. I asked for Officer Cooper.”

“I’m Officer Cooper,” he said, pointing to the name sewn above his pocket.

“Oh, I didn’t realize there were two of you. I wanted to speak to the other Officer Cooper.”

“There’s only one Officer Cooper in our department,” he replied, “and that’s me.” Seeing the stunned expression on my face, he asked, “Would you like to tell me what this is really all about?”

If this was the one and only Officer Cooper, who was the uniformed man who had completely redefined sex for me? Was he an imposter? Had he borrowed the real Officer Cooper’s uniform while he was away on vacation? It looks like I’ll never know the answers to these questions. All I know is that I will never forget that mystery man in the blue uniform.

The End.

Posted: 08/27/2021