I see the red, white, and blue lights dancing on the trees and bushes around me. They appear almost like Christmas lights bouncing off the shrubs and leaf-filled branches, other spots are just deep black holes. I stop and turn around…
“What are you doing here ? The park is closed after 10pm !”
Exiting out of his lit-up police cruiser, a tall, broad shouldered officer is asking me sternly. Hands-on his holster, he slowly walks towards me, piercing me with his eyes. 10 feet away, he stops, and his body language is pressing for an answer.
A voice in my head yells insults at myself for being this stupid to be walking around here in the middle of the night. Out of caution not to lose anything during my night escapade, I left my ID, phone and keys at home. Better be safe than sorry, but this is not good at all. When you get stopped like this, you know the next question is to show ID.
“I couldn't sleep, and went for a walk to get some fresh air...”
I blabbered, trying to withhold my mixed attitude of fear and annoyance. Any form of authority always rubs me wrong, but in this case, I have no choice but to play it along.
“You know, the only people walking around here, at this time of night, are only crackheads and perverts…!”
Knowing full well, the only reason I came down here, was the fact that I was horny and thought I would maybe find someone at one or the other cruising spots. Pull down my pants in a corner, jerk off, all the while imagining I would get surprised by an onlooker, who would perhaps take over playing with my cock and ass. The thrill of playing with myself, naked, feeling the cool nighttime air on my skin, and imagining that someone is watching me, has been pretty much a constant in my life. It took a while to realize, but I am an exhibitionist, here we are, I suppose…
“Hey, I am talking to you !”, the cop barks at me.
I snap out of my thoughts, not realizing that I was just standing there and not responding. Frozen, I just still just stare at him, without saying anything.
“You don't look like a crackhead, so that leaves me with the only other option…”
“Oh, I see…, you are one of the perverts, looking for some action in the park, aren't you…?”,
he quips with an emerging smile on his face, flashing his white teeth. At this point, it was clear I had been busted for what I was doing here. A hot flash was making me blush, clearly visible even at this time of night. Not speaking up, or at least giving some sort of excuse, made the accusation the truth, and nothing but the truth.
“Got an ID on you?”
“I left it at home.”
“Oh…no ID, well, my friend, here is what's gonna happen, I can take you to the station for trespassing, or…”
Pausing for a second, staring at me,
“…or you are gonna help me out here.”
Still silent, I already decide anything is better than spending a night in jail, I look at him and almost pleadingly stammer :
“Ah,well…ah…what do you mean ?”
His grin broadens even wider, as he walks back to the car, and shuts off the flashing lights. After some incoherent babble on the radio, leaning on the open car door, he says:
“You see those bathrooms up ahead? Start walking.”
As I turn around,I see the faint outline up ahead of a building, I begin to walk with somewhat shaky legs.
“Don't even think about bolting on me, buddy!” I hear him say, as the cruiser engine fires up again with a roar.
Yellow running lights shine before me, followed by the sound of tires crunching pebbles on the ground right behind me. As I arrive at the door of the building, I turn around and look at the cop, and all he does is motion for me to go inside.
I almost get blinded by the bright neon lights and the white tiled interior, and before I get my bearings, I hear the cruiser door slam shut outside. As the bathroom door opens, now without most of his gear on, in steps the cop, and locks the door behind him.
His dark skin shines in the bright light, and with an expression of amusement on his face, demands:
“ Strip !”
“What ?” I stammer, my voice almost breaking.
“Take your clothes off, now, all of it !”
Hesitantly, I take off my jacket and shirt, glancing at him in disbelief, until he bellows:
“I said all of it, and hurry up, I don't have all night !”
Another hot red tinge appears on my face, when I now remember I don't have any underwear on, in preparation for some outdoor play. Not only that, but I had also shaved my cock and balls and slipped on my favorite cock-ring. I take off my boots and finally my pants awkwardly, trying to cover my cock with my hands, when I straighten back up. Brightly lit, I catch a glimpse of myself in the polished metal mirror. Even though embarrassment pumps through my veins, I also can't help but feel a tinge of excitement to be standing here naked in front of him. I can feel my dick waking up behind my clammy hands.
“Let's take a look at you, mmmh…move your hands !”
“…and what have we here? All shaved smooth, cockring and a cock piercing! Let me see that… You came here to get some, didn't ya...Well guess what: I'll give you some you won't forget...”
He stands right in front of me, grabbing my cock crudely with his big black hand, to take a closer look.
With an even stronger wave of excitement rushing through me from being this exposed and inspected, my cock quickly fills with heat, and slowly begins to straighten out. He can feel the blood rushing into my cock, and with a hard squeeze, he continues to inspect my body. Once behind me, I feel him intensely squeezing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I hear an approving humming. Still nervous, I can hardly believe where this is going. With the excuse that I have no choice, I let go, and by the time he is standing in front of me again, my cock is in almost full erection.
“You like this, huh, don't you? Your little cock is getting all excited, you dirty boy slut….”
Barely daring to give a real nod or make a sound, I can't help but let it show on my face that I am thriving on every second of this.
SMACK ! I jerk when his big hand slaps my stiff cock. Immediately, I feel the blood pumping even harder into my cock. My head falls back, with a rush of pure ecstasy.
“Uuh…you're a bad boy too, aren't you…do you want another one, you little fucker, huh ?”
Fueled by the thrill of getting my cock slapped again, I croak out a quiet yes.
“What did you say? Louder !”
“YES, please !”