right down the back and his own ass muffins came spilling out. He was wearing the same style of bikini brief, as Officer Matthews was, only his were a dark purple. However, they rode just as far up his ass as the older officer's did. And he wore them for the same reason, the small stretchy material felt the most comfortable to him and they drove the ladies wild to see him in them.

Officer Matthews reached the man first and took a huge leap, landing on him and knocking him to the leaf-covered ground of the woods. Officer Carter jumped on top of the two and a struggle ensued. Both beefy officers were rolling around on the ground with the suspected criminal, their asses coming further and further out of their uniforms. Their pants continued to rip as they struggled with the man.

When back up arrived it was discovered that the prisoner was a cocaine dealer with over $40,000 worth of cocaine in his car. That was why he ran. By the time back up arrived there wasn't much left to the officers’ pants. They had ripped the whole way down the back and there was no trying to cover their huge butt globes. The bikinis they wore were way too small to cover them, and the pants were too torn to cover them either, so both officers were forced to walk the prisoner back to the cruiser with their massive butts on display for their fellow officers and any passing motorists to see. They got quite a few honks and one of the officers commented that they had on the same kind of underwear.

After this incident Jim and Chad decided it would be a good idea to have their pants specially tailored, since they didn't make regulation uniform pants that would fit over their asses and not split out. They found a tailor who was able to duplicate the pant style perfectly. He used a Lycra/spandex combo in the seat that gave the men some extra needed room. That's not to say that their pants never split again, because they did, but this helped matters some.

Now here they were, two years later, driving along side by side on their motorcycles on their daily run when they spotted an old rusty pick with a Gay Pride stick in the back window of the cap on back. As previously stated, both men were very homophobic. They took great delight in pulling over "fags" and giving them tickets on trumped up charges as they harassed them. Jim began flashing his lights and turned on his siren to signal the old red pick up to pull over. Both men laughed. They knew that they were gonna have some fun humiliating the two "fags" in the truck. Or so they thought.

The motorcycles pulled to a stop behind the pickup truck. Officers Matthews and Carter stepped off their bikes, the bright June sun shining off the black, polished leather of their thigh high boots and mirrored sunglasses as they approached the driver’s side of the truck. Officer Matthews tapped on the window and the driver rolled it down.

"License and registration!" he barked.

"Have we done something wrong, officers?" Asked the bleached blond twink driver.

"We'll ask the questions. Now license and registration."

The driver pulled his license from his front pocket and the passenger pulled the registration from the glove box. The driver handed both pieces of information to Officer Matthews.