It was a great night for a run - a Friday night in mid-September...cool, but not chilly...low humidity, full moon...Randy couldn't have asked for conditions to be better! He had finished his shift at the hospital at eleven, got home...stripped out of his scrubs and tossed them in the hamper, pulled on his nylon running shorts and shoes - and was out the door! It was so late...nobody would be in the park, so he decided not to wear a jock - even though his shorts were very sheer and unlined...next best thing to running naked. He figured he'd get in about three miles...enough to work up a good sweat and get the blood pumping.

He had run about 1.5 miles, when a car turned and approached from behind. He moved to the right...the car - an unmarked Police cruiser - passed him and disappeared around the curve ahead. As he rounded the curve, he noticed the cruiser pulled to the side of the lane, almost out of sight - engine running with just parking lights on. He had almost passed, when a blue light flashed and a uniformed figure emerged from the front seat. For a moment he was blinded by the beam of a halogen flashlight. He stopped - catching his breath. "Hey, officer - what's up? Is there any kind of problem?"

"Goin' off duty...saw you running...needed to check you out...awfully late, isn't it?"

"Just got off work...this is a real safe area...I run about this time three times a week."

"Can I see your I.D.?"

"Sorry - I don't have any on me...never thought..."

"I'll need to check you out then...step over to the vehicle, place your hands on the trunk lid and spread your legs."

"What is this?" Randy thought. In the surreal light of the tail and license lights, he could see that the officer was about his age...early 30's - dark hair, 'stache...really good looking...tight uniform accentuating his muscular build. "At least I'm not going to be frisked by a toad!"

The officer began the "pat down" - (more accurately,"feel up") at Randy's wrists. He pressed his body against Randy's as he did so, his package firmly resting in the crack of his ass. He felt down his arms...across his shoulders, down his back, back to his pits, nipples - down the front of his body to his navel and around to his hips...never moving his pelvis! "Upper body seems clear!"

Randy was intensely aware of the firm basket pressed against his butt. That, along with the stimulation of the "pat down" gave him a raging hard-on. He knew that it would not be long before that would be discovered. "Did I do something wrong, officer?"

"Not sure...just doin' my job...keep your hands on the vehicle, please!" He squatted down to check Randy's legs...started at his left ankle, ran his hands up the leg...to the crotch...and grabbed Randy's balls with his right hand...squeezed, rolled and released. He repeated the "search" on the right leg - giving the 'nads a "left hand" grope. "I need you to back away from the car and remove your shorts...step out of them, bend over and place your hands on your calves...I need to do a cavity search!"

"Cavity search?