The idea of sucking a man’s cock had certainly never appealed to me, but I simply couldn’t afford another DUI. Not only would I lose my license, but there was no way I’d ever be able to afford my insurance anymore.

“If I do this,” I began, tentatively seeking assurance from the large, muscular, black officer, “then you’re really gonna let me go?” I was envious of his bulky frame and huge, boxed shoulders. I figured the well-fitted navy-blue uniform he was wearing likely augmented his stature, but I was quite sure this fellow cut just as imposing a figure out of his cop outfit as he did in it.

“Cops are the good-guys, son. We don’t tell lies.” He stepped forward, pressing the center of his lower-chest/upper abdomen against the top of the doorframe to my Japanese sedan. I heard an echoing, pummeling sound as he began rapping his fingers on the roof of my car.

His pelvis was straight in my face now. Around his thick, broad waist was a heavy, glossy, black leather belt. To his right hip was a holstered gun, presumably a 9mm Beretta. On his left was a scabbard sheathing a long flashlight and a pair of handcuffs. I thought for a moment how easy it would be to grab his gun. But then the thought turned to how it was a little bit ‘too easy’. Perhaps that’s what he wanted. Maybe this was all a rouse to lure me into attempting to flee, so that this crazy, sadistic cop could get a little more exciting action than just pulling over the average drunk driver.

“Ahem,” I heard his low, gravely voice echo from the roof above me. He lifted on his toes and sort of jutted his pelvis toward me a little further, rocking back and forth on his haunches.

I looked around sheepishly. There were no other cars approaching and all I could see behind me was the blinding glow of his squad car’s headlights beaming toward my rear windshield from the dark still of the late autumn night.

Fucking country roads, I thought to myself as I looked back at his broad hips and thick pelvis. I could see the slight bulge in the front of his pants where his cock and balls were perched. I turned myself in the drivers seat, positioning my torso parallel to his own. Hesitantly, I reached toward the lump, but stopped before touching him. Summoning up the courage to continue further, I let my fingertips lightly hover against the textured fabric of his uniform pants.

I felt a twinge beneath the cloth as his member twitched at the subtle motion of my fingertips. I expected to flinch away – to be disgusted by touching another man’s penis – but in my drunken mind the recognition of his cock to my touch just made me want to touch him more. I laid my palm down flat against the front of his trousers, and curled my fingers between his legs, cupping his balls and cockhead. I heard a muffled moan from above and his thick member immediately began to grow and stiffen in my hand.

As I gently groped and massaged his cock and balls, I began to realize that this cop was big – very big. I felt a piece of lumber forming in his trousers that was easily two or three inches longer than my own cock, and a great deal thicker. In a hurry from half-wanting to see