Bad Boy

Apologies for the lack of series updates this week. With everything that happened yesterday and trying to arrange my dad's funeral, it's been a bit up in the air. The funeral is tomorrow, so after that, things should return to normal. 

All characters are 18+

I'd been a good boy all my life. As a kid I was rarely in trouble. In school, I was a straight A student, and now that I was about to begin college life, I was doing everything that a well behaved young man should do, and quite frankly, I was sick of it.

Sure, being a goody two-shoes had its merits, but I was about to leave this town for potentially the rest of my life so what was the harm in having a little fun before I did?

Granted, it wasn't all my idea. A guy who I'd hung out with as a child had planted the idea in my head after bumping into him at the gas station, but little did I know that the night had more in store for me than I could ever imagine.

Looking back, it was completely reckless, but at the time, the idea of downing some beers and driving around in the back of a car with a paintball gun seemed like the most exciting thing I'd ever done, and it was! For a while, at least.

Conor drove, which was a pretty good call considering I was already feeling the effects of the alcohol after just thirty minutes, and I aimed from the tinted window in the back. I guess in my teenage wisdom, I didn't realise the possible consequences for doing something so utterly stupid, but it started off relatively innocent. Walls, buildings, trashcans, those sort of things, until I became braver and when I hit the window of a parked car, both myself and Conor found it hilarious.

The stupidity continued for hours and by midnight I reckon I'd painted half the town red. Literally. I'd also gotten through the entire six pack of beer so I was feeling a little fuzzy, and also a little adventurous.

As Conor drove by our old school, I proceeded to empty the chamber, if you will, and when we heard one of the windows smash, he floored it.

The moment Conor came screeching out of the quiet street, the entire dark road became illuminated in blue and red, and my stomach threatened to fall out of my ass.

For the briefest of moments, we toyed with the idea of driving off, until thankfully, both of us decided how stupid that would be. Conor pulled over on the empty street, and so began an explosive night.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON YOUR HEADS!"

The fear that I felt in that moment was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could see the shadows of the cops step closer and closer with their guns drawn on us, and I knew that the slightest wrong move would end in disaster.

I became sober instantly, and although Conor seemed somewhat used to the chaos that was happening, I certainly wasn't, and when my door was ripped open and I was dragged violently from the car and slammed onto the wet road outside, all I could do was sob.

All I had wanted was a bit of excitement, and now I was face down in the rain with my wrists cuffed behind me and a cop's knee in my back. When he yanked me to my feet and shoved me back against the car, I could have gasped at his stark beauty, but I was too damn terrified.

"Are you insane?!" The young cop snapped, pulling the paintball gun from the car and dangling it in front of me. "Do you know what could have happened if you'd picked that up?!"

"I'm sorry!" I bawled, unbothered that Conor was rolling his eyes next to me as he struggled with the second police officer.

My cop, who I could see by his name badge was called Officer Riley, shook his head as he pulled out his notebook.

"What's your name?" He asked coldly.

"Ethan" I sniffled, and as I began to willingly give all my details to him, I heard Conor adopt the name Charles.

A few minutes went by before Conor's cop became suspicious and began searching through the car, only to reappear a moment later with a driver's licence and a grin.

"Charles, huh?" He smirked, and I watched as Conor, who was handcuffed, decided to attempt an escape, and bolted about ten yards before being body slammed to the ground.

Riley simply shook his head and led me back toward one of the two police cars that had chased us.

Even through the tears, I could tell how handsome he was. He reminded me of a college frat boy, with sandy blond hair and large blue eyes, but he looked to be in his late twenties.

"What are you doing with a loser like that?" He asked, his strong hand around my arm as he placed me against the hood of his car.

"I... I... I don't know" I whined, sounding like a naughty child who'd been caught with his hand in the biscuit tin, "I'm sorry".

Officer Riley began patting me down as I hyperventilated. My parents would almost certainly be disgusted with me, but that wasn't all. I'd obviously never been arrested before, so I had no idea what effect this could have on my future. What about college? What about employment? My heart almost punched through my chest as the cop slid his hands up my leg and squeezed at my crotch.

"Are you good with that one?" The other officer called over as he wrestled a struggling Conor into his cruiser. Riley glared at me.

"Are you going to be any trouble?" He asked me, and I shook my head violently as I wiped my nose on my shoulder.

"Yeah" he replied back, "we're good".

As Conor and his arresting officer drove off, Riley and I were left alone on the deserted, wet street. He turned me around to face him and shook his head again.

"Do you realise how fucking stupid that was?" He asked, with a disapproving look as I nodded. "You're eighteen, huh?"

I nodded again.

"I have a good mind to lock you up tonight" he told me sternly, "throw your ass in front of a judge and see what they have to say about this".

More tears rolled down my cheeks. I wouldn't survive in jail, not even for a minute. The thought was terrifying.

"But you don't seem like the type to make the same mistake twice" he added, and an immense wave of relief washed over me.

Officer Riley continued to study me before pondering to himself and then smirking.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Ethan" he told me, and something about his demeanour changed. "I can either take you to jail, book you and throw you in a cell until Monday or I can take you down that lane over there", he nodded toward a dark, dreary looking alleyway across the street.

My grandpa had told me stories about when he was a kid, and cops would just beat the shit out of them instead of arresting them. As promising as that sounded in favour of jail, I'd never even been slapped before, and Officer Riley wasn't a small guy.

"Please" I begged, "I'll never do anything like this again. Please don't hit me".

He cocked a brow, stared at me for a moment and then his smile returned and he shook his head.

"I don't plan on hitting you, Ethan" he whispered, and I watched as he reached for his crotch and squeezed it, "I plan on fucking you".

The words didn't make sense. How could a police officer say something like that? He was supposed to be upholding the law, not mocking me! Plus, how did he know I was gay? Nobody knew I was gay.

"Very funny" I sighed, realising that Officer Riley was teasing me.

"So what's your choice?" He pressed, still rubbing himself as I watched.

I considered telling him to fuck off, but that was unlikely to earn me any brownie points, so with some Dutch courage running through my system I decided to play him at his own game, despite the fact that I was still trembling.

"Sure" I shrugged, "take me down the lane".

Without missing a beat, Officer Riley took me by the arm, with my wrists still cuffed behind me, and pushed me toward the darkness of the alleyway. I was now certain that I was about to be beaten senseless.

"On your knees" he said sternly, yanking me to the ground.

I had no choice in the matter, but when I found myself eye level with his crotch, I didn't really care that much, either. As unlikely as it was that anything was about to happen, being down here was making me more excited than the paintball gun had.

I waited for him to laugh, or make some homophobic slur, but instead of either of those things, Officer Riley unzipped his black pants and I watched in awe as he dug his hand inside, and it reappeared a moment later with a fleshy cock the size of a coke can.

For a moment I simply gawped at it. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, but then again, other than my own, it was the only cock I'd ever seen. He pulled it away from his body by his loose foreskin, then pulled the skin back over his plump helmet and waved it at me.

"Suck" he said, and almost instinctively, I opened my mouth.

Riley stepped toward me, taking me by the back of the head as his fat cock pushed into my mouth, and a few seconds later, the taste of man filled me and I felt like I'd gone to heaven.

He sighed contently from above as he began to stiffen in my mouth and when he was fully erect, the young cop used my throat to pleasure himself.

It was a feeling like no other. I felt powerless, yet equally as powerful. I'd always been scared of cops, ever since I was a kid, and here I was, with one of them in my mouth! The power imbalance was plain to see. There I was, some drunk teen on the verge of being locked up, and Officer Riley was this powerful, god-like man with the power to do whatever he wanted with me. Apparently what he wanted, was my body.

"Suck on my balls" he grunted, pulling his thick cock from my throat as a string of saliva and pre-cum dripped from it.

He held his pole up, jerking it slowly as I tongued at his salty balls. Perhaps it had been a long day for him, because his musk instantly filled my lungs and made my own cock twitch.

I took his balls into my mouth one by one, swirling them around in their loose, hairy sack as Riley beat off. I could feel his pre-cum drool onto my cheek as I pleasured him, and I'd never felt as horny in my life.

"Alright" he breathed, "up against the wall".

I didn't want to stop. I wanted to at least feel his hot load swim down my throat, but apparently it was over, and my time serving Officer Riley had come to an end.

I reluctantly got to my feet and sighed as he led me toward the brick wall and shoved me up against it. I waited to feel the steel cuffs being released, but I felt something else instead.

My pants came down with one swipe, my underwear followed a moment later, and now I was naked from the waist down, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"That's a nice ass you've got, Ethan" he whispered from behind, squeezing my bare cheek as the rain continued to fall, "I'm going to ruin it for you, then maybe you'll think twice before being a silly boy again".

I wasn't sure if it was a threat or a promise, but either way, I could think of nothing better than losing my virginity to the hottest cop I had ever laid eyes on.

I heard him spit, then a moment later, I felt his finger between my cheeks, pushing against my opening until it parted ways and allowed him entry. My breathing became quicker.

Riley plunged deeper, wiggling his finger inside me until he found my prostate and began massaging it as I whimpered. Something about being handcuffed through all of this was making me even hornier, and if the thing right in front of me hadn't been a brick wall, I would have pushed my hard cock against it.

I heard him spit again, and expected to feel a second finger edge into me, but he pulled his first one out and replaced it with something colder and larger. I thought it was his cock for a second, but when it began sliding painfully inside me, I knew it was steel.

"I'm fucking you with my baton" he informed me, driving the heavy weapon deeper into my rectum as I gasped and moaned.

The pain subsided quickly as my sphincter loosened around it, and for a few minutes, Officer Riley simply slid it in and out of me, slowly at first but becoming faster and faster until I was panting and moaning, and very nearly orgasming.

He yanked it out of me and spun me around.

"Taste your ass" he told me, pushing the now warm bat against my lips.

Once again, I opened my mouth for the man, and took it down my throat.

I gagged instantly, but my cock leaked with pre, and when he closed his hand around it and squeezed, I almost came there and then.

"Good" he nodded as I sucked, before swinging me back around, "I think you're ready".

He pulled me back by the waist and I felt his stiff rod slide between my cheeks. He spat again, then again after that, and when he spat the third time, I knew that this was going to be a tight squeeze.

I gasped, then yelped, then gasped again as Officer Riley pushed his cock firmly into my tight, virginal hole. I'd tried a few household items before, but nothing with this girth.

"It hurts" I whimpered, but I didn't want it to end.

"Consider it your punishment" the man snarled, smacking my wet butt cheek and making me wince with horny pain.

When the man had finally gotten himself inside, he held me tight for a moment, allowing me to get used to the feeling of being his cock sleeve. It was certainly something I was happy to do.

After a few moments of holding me, Riley pulled his cock halfway out, and drove it back in, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through my cock.

"I want to hear you moan" he breathed in my ear, doing it again, only harder this time.

I did moan, then I moaned again, and then I continued moaning as the cop increased his speed and intensity and the sound of his balls smacking against me filled the night.

Each stroke of his cock felt like I was one step closer to cumming all over the wall. I had no idea that something in your ass could make your cock feel this damn good, but I wasn't complaining.

Sweat, drool and rain dripped from me as Officer Riley used my ass. He kept his firm hands around my waist, thrusting violently as he wrecked my asshole, and after ten beautiful minutes of being his fuck toy, my cock began to spasm and twitch, and bursts of cum shot onto the brick.

With each cum shot, my sphincter clenched down on Riley's cock, and apparently that was enough to send him over the edge, too.

I felt his pole expand inside me and gasped as he fucked me even faster, until finally he stopped and his seed began gushing into my aching, used hole.

Every wave could be felt. Every drop of his thick, hot sperm splashed against the walls of my rectum and pooled inside me until his balls were empty, and he slid out of me with a wet squelch.

We both stood in silence for a moment, both our cocks drooling, but my ass drooling, too.

He pulled my pants back up and stuffed his wet cock back inside his own before leading me back out onto the street and toward the cruiser.

"I'm letting you off with a warning tonight, Ethan" he told me, unlocking the cuffs around my aching wrists, "if I see anymore nonsense like that, you'll find yourself behind bars, do I make myself clear?"

I couldn't believe how quickly he'd changed back to being a cop, but I nodded.

"Oh and if you ever need anything" he continued, fishing in his shirt pocket, "give me a call".

I wasn't one hundred percent, but I was pretty sure that when Officer Riley handed me his card, he winked at me, too.

I watched the beautiful cop get back into his car and drive off, and as he disappeared, I felt some of his load spill from my hole.

Perhaps being a bad boy had its merits, too.