The Ticket

Nothing has gone right for me all day long. It’s been one of those days that just when you think things might start looking up—something else happens. For starters, sometime during the night the electricity surged, resetting my alarm clock. I'm nearly forty minutes late for work where I have a meeting with clients scheduled for nine-thirty, putting me fifteen minutes late for the meeting itself. That doesn’t look so good when you’re trying to lure a client over from a competing agency.

Then, the art department decides to lose my art boards for my presentation. When they finally find them—they are the old boards—the ones we’d scrapped a month ago as crap. I then hear from the boss who is pissed with me for so many reasons by now, but the main one is because of the art department’s fuck up. He then gives me a shitty account that he wants ideas on by the end of the day. I try to work through lunch and order take-out from the restaurant a block away; only to get it, eat half of it, and find mushrooms littering the bottom of the container.

I’m extremely allergic to mushrooms and after the day I’ve had so far, I don’t know why I’m even surprised. My epi-pen that I leave in my office for emergencies is gone from my desk and I have to make due with Benadryl, hoping that I haven’t actually ingested a mushroom. I wait for my breathing to change and my throat to close up. Luckily it doesn’t, but I’ve taken Benadryl which makes me so fucking sleepy that I can barely keep my eyes open. Oh yeah, that does wonders for me being able to come up with creative ideas.

I manage to throw together some crappy ideas but I’m not able to get out of the office until seven-thirty. By this time, all I want to do is find something decent to eat, go home and have a nice long shower before I collapse into bed. In my rush to get home, I pay no attention to my driving and run a red light. It had been yellow when I got close and I probably could have stopped, but didn’t.

A few moments later red and blue flashing lights are dancing excitedly in my rear-view mirror. Sure, why not, I think. Kind of fits with the rest of my day. I get my license and insurance card ready and I wait—and I wait. By the time the officer finally comes to the window, I’m more than aggravated. But when I look up and hand him my information, all I can do is stare.

My aggravation is gone because the man standing before me—Officer Ken Jackson, according to his name tag—is the hottest fucking stud I’ve ever laid eyes on. Ruggedly handsome, with bright green eyes that would melt fucking kryptonite. My gaze sweeps down his body noticing a chest that, even under the uniform, was ripped. His lean hips seem to make a perfect ‘V’. I imagine him naked for a few stark seconds and there’s a sudden hitch in my breath. My eyes then catch at the large bulge in his pants. I imagine what his naked cock would look like and I’m completely lost. My cock throbs and aches as it is trapped against my body and I want nothing more than to free it from its prison. I swallow hard and lick my lips, my breathing becoming quicker. I then hear him call me by my name.

“Mr. Roberts?”

I answer by just saying “Sean”—my first name.

He then chuckles. “Yes, I know that, sir. Have you had anything to drink tonight?”

I look up at him; seeing his sandy blond hair, beautiful green eyes and I smile. The only thing that comes to mind is how I would love to have a drink. A long, stiff drink. I want to have his cock in my mouth providing loads and loads of come to intoxicate me. He is so fucking gorgeous, with his prominent jaw and his perfect lips. God, I wonder just how his lips would look and feel as they slide down over my own dripping cock.

His voice soon pulls me out of my thoughts yet again. “Mr. Roberts, have you consumed any alcohol this evening?”

My next thought is of consuming every square inch of this stud. But finally realizing that this is a cop standing in front of me, not someone I’m ever going to get to fuck, I try to push my desire for him back—at least till I’m home and can pump my cock to him in my memory. I look up at him, suddenly regaining some sort of composure. “No, I haven’t had anything to drink. I’ve just had a bad day.”

He smiles. “Yeah, and I imagine that I’m not exactly who you wanted to see.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that," I answer without thinking.

He stops writing on his notepad and regards me for a moment. I just want to disappear by then; but he only laughs and shakes his head. “Do you know what I’ve stopped you for, Mr. Roberts?”

I nod my head and shift in my seat, trying to ease the pain of my still painfully hard and aching cock that refuses to go down. “Yeah, I ran the light. I’m not going to deny that.”

He nods and begins writing again and seeing that he is occupied with what I hope is a warning, I let my eyes wander over his body one last time. My eyes draw inadvertently back to the bulge in the front of his slacks. I wet my lips and am trying to get an image in my mind of just how he would taste, when he taps my shoulder.

He hands my cards back to me along with the slip of paper. “Please do try to be more careful, Mr. Roberts.”

I nod quickly in agreement. “I will.”

He smiles at me again and I inwardly groan as he turns and begins walking back to his patrol car. I adjust my side mirror and watch as his tight round ass teases me while he walks. I just know that there are two round perfect globes of muscle there that I will never be privilege to and I let out a deep sigh. He gets into his car and I finally look down at the paper. Not a warning, as I had hoped, but a ticket. Great—just fucking great.

I pull out onto the street and watch as his patrol car disappears from view. A few miles down the road I pull into small diner that I frequent. My apartment is only a couple of blocks away but I hate cooking for myself. I go in and sit down, browsing over a menu. Nothing really appeals to me after the day I’ve had, but I finally make my choice. The waitress takes my order and then leaves to get my tea. I bury my head in my hands for a few moments, trying to let my day’s frustration dwindle.

When I finally look up, seated at the table across from me is none other than Officer Ken Jackson. He smiles and then gets up, heading toward my table. “Well hello, Sean Roberts. Imagine seeing you here.”

I can’t believe he remembers my first name. Then again, he’s a cop, I think to myself. His whole job is based on remembering small details like that.

“Yeah,” I said flatly, remembering that he’s just given me a ticket.

“You up for some company?" He asks.

“Um, yeah sure, sit down.”

He sits down and offers his hand to me. “I’m Ken.”

I shake hands with him briefly and nod my head. “I know.”

His eyes sweep over me and I swear it almost feels as if he’s touching me. “You want to tell me about that bad day you had?”

I shrug and think, ‘why not’. I tell him about my wonderful day, he laughs, and we seem to hit it off. We continue our light conversation as we eat our meal and when we’re finished, the waitress leaves both bills on the edge of the table. We reach for it at the same time and Ken’s hand lands over mine. My breathing stops just as time seems to have stopped as well.

“I’ve got it," I say, my voice not sounding like my own.

He nods slowly. “You sure do. But since I just gave you a ticket, let it be my treat.”

His hand slides slowly from mine; his fingertips grazing the backside of my hand in what I know is a caress. I look up at him again, meeting his eyes. I know the look that he’s giving me and I like it. I bite my lip nervously.

“I only live a couple of blocks from here—if you’re interested," I say quietly.

“More than interested," he says, his voice dripping with desire. “I know your address.”

I get up from the table and can’t believe he’s actually interested. “Then pay the bill, I’ll be waiting." I walk out as he smiles, heading for my car, trying not to run. My cock is already getting hard again at the knowledge that it’s going to get lucky tonight.

Thirty minutes after getting home, I have the distinct feeling that he isn’t going to show. “Just my luck,” I mumble under my breath as I grab a beer from the refrigerator. I head to the couch and sprawl out. Just as I’m turning the TV on, there’s a knock at the door. I toss the remote onto the coffee table and go to open the door. I try to act like it’s no big deal that my stud of a cop is standing in front of me.

I step back just enough to let him pass. “Come in.”

Ken steps through the door and reaches over, closing it behind him and turning the lock.

“You want a beer, Ken?" I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nope, I came here for one thing and one thing only”

“And what is that?" I ask, trying to stall but not knowing why.

Ken steps forward, walking toward me; I keep backing up until I come into contact with the wall. “You," he whispers as he slides his big hands across my hips. He presses his lips hard to mine. His kiss is passionate and intent and it steals my breath away. He stops and pulls back, just far enough to break the kiss. “You are so fucking hot, Sean. My cock has been hard since I walked up to your window.”

I thought I was good-looking, but no one had ever called me hot or fucking hot as Ken had put it. I work out regularly, have good muscle tone, and have just achieved a perfect six-pack. My brown hair and light blue eyes are usually the first things people notice. “You aren’t so bad yourself, officer," I say with a smile. I am practically shaking in anticipation.

As his hands pull my hips tightly against his, I let my hands skim around his waist, but his belt with all of the tools of his trade, is in the way of actually making any progress. My hands find the buckle for his belt and as I begin to slide it off, he pushes my hands away. He takes his belt off quickly and lets it slide carefully to the floor below. I turn to head for the bedroom but he stops me and pushes me back against the wall, only with me facing it this time.

His body covers mine as he wraps one arm around my chest, the other around my hip, his hand reaching for my pulsating member. As he touches me, I feel his dick hard and firm along the crack of my ass. His hot breath is suddenly on my neck and he’s nipping my ear.

“I want,” he begins; his tongue laving a long wet line down my neck and then back up to my ear, “to bury my cock so far up your ass, I want you to taste it when I come."

I nearly come right there. I lay my head back, resting it on his shoulder. We seem to be exactly the same height at six-one, because every part of our bodies just melds together in all of the right places. I reach behind me, cupping his balls and extremely hard cock through his pants, and give a firm squeeze.

He groans and moves away from me. I turn around slowly, afraid that he’s changed his mind, only to see him unbuttoning his shirt. I reach out and grab him by his shirt before he can take it off, and pull him into the bedroom. I turn on the lamp beside the bed, wanting to see my stud’s body, my prize for the night. He strips off his shirt and drops it to the floor. I can not tear my eyes away from his ripped upper body. The man has a chest that was cut and chiseled by the gods themselves and it’s covered in a thick mass of tawny-colored fur. The hair thins out as it comes to his tight abs and it begins again with a thick treasure trail that disappears into the front of his pants.

I reach out, running my fingers through the hairs on his chest lightly before giving them a good hard tug. I step closer and bend my head down licking the flat disc of his left nipple. I swirl my tongue around it several times and as it begins to harden, then suck it into my mouth and nip it with my teeth.

“Fuck!" he curses softly.

I continue with the assault on his nipple and then move over to his right nipple, repeating the torture over and over again. His hands land on either side of my head and he pulls me up into a blistering kiss. His hands move down and unbutton my shirt as he continues kissing me. I moan into his mouth and suck in his tongue as my hands quickly find the enclosure to his pants. I quickly release him, pushing his pants down his hips but leave his boxers on.

My hand finds that hard bulge that my eyes had found so mind-numbing earlier. But what I feel as I caress him make me pull away from his kiss and look down as I pull his boxers away from his body. The man is hung like a fucking horse. He has to be at least ten inches and beer-can thick. I swallow hard and look back up into his eyes.

He smiles and pushes my slacks and boxers down my hips. His tongue wets his lips and he chuckles. “You’re not going to back out on me now are you?”

I quickly shake my head. “No, I’ve just never had a cock that big anywhere near my ass.”

He leans in and pulls me against him. “It’s ok, I’ll be gentle." He then winks at me. “At first. Then I’m going to fuck you until you see stars.”

His words go straight to my dick. It throbs and pulses with my heartbeat. I kick my pants clumsily from around my ankles. He lies back onto the bed, pulling me with him. I lay over him, his fur scraping against my mostly smooth chest and teasing my nipples. I realize then that our cocks are pressed together.

Shifting my hips, I let my cock slide back and forth over his. My slit is oozing precome and it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. I know that as much as I want to enjoy this, I won’t last long. I let my legs fall to the side, straddling him. He pulls my hips hard against his and smiles. “Sean?”

I raise my eyebrows at his casual use of my name. “What?”

“There’s no rush," he says quietly. “I’m off-duty for the night.”

I stare at him a moment before I really understand what he’s saying. Instead of answering him with words, I lay back down over him and begin tracing his lips with my tongue. He gasps and flicks his tongue out, meeting mine. Our tongues are soon dancing together and I can’t help but suck his into my mouth. I love the taste of him and commit it to memory. I soon move down his chin with small kisses and let my tongue flick along his throat. He shivers beneath me and I can’t help but laugh.

His hands find my head again, but they seem to be just resting there, as if he only wants to touch me. I work both of his nipples again and he is soon arching his back, pressing my face even closer to him. My tongue laves down his stomach, following each cut and defined muscle and I love feeling the exquisite texture of his hair against my tongue. When I come to his navel, my tongue dips inside, teasing him.

His hips arch against me and his cock is soaking my chest with his natural lube. I raise my eyes to look at him and he’s watching me intently. I let my tongue trail down, keeping eye contact with him and I begin to tongue his furry balls. The musky scent of sweat and man is almost dizzying. With one hand, I keep his cock away from me. I lick and caress every square inch of his balls and when he spreads his legs even further, giving me access to his puckered hole, I groan. I push his legs back even further and lick up and down his crevice, burying my tongue into his hole on each pass and he begins cursing.

“Fuck yeah, lick my fucking ass.”

I shiver knowing I’m doing something that he’s really getting off on. I spit into his hole that is practically winking at me and tease it with my tongue and index finger. His hips begin to thrust and his ass is trying to get more of my attention. I insert a second finger and he groans loudly. “Fuck!”

I love hearing him groan and I love having this stud of a cop at my mercy. I withdraw my fingers and give him one more, long lick, and then I look up at him, smiling.

He looks down quickly. “Why are you stopping?”

I just shrug. “I can’t put all of my attention in one spot."

I move toward his monster piece of meat that is actually dripping like a faucet. I begin at the base of that meaty shaft and lick ever-so-slowly up the length of him. His salty-sweet essence is heavenly and by the time I reach the thick mushroom head, I’m practically shaking, wanting to try to take as much of him in as possible. I quickly flick my tongue under his glans and then smile as he whimpers like a lost puppy. “Oh yeah, you like that stud?”

He nods quickly, I roll my tongue in a complete circle around his dick head, and then I take him in. Slowly, inch by inch, I feel him stretching my lips and I groan. His smell, his taste, the groans and cries from his mouth, and the feel of his monstrous cock in my mouth is nearly enough for me to shoot.

“Turn around," he says, but it’s so hurried that I don’t understand.

I let his cock slip from my mouth and look up at him. He moans and looks up at me. “Turn around and let me taste you.”

My heart skips a beat as I turn, laying my body over his and resting my cock and balls right over his face. I silently thank that gods that it’s me on top of him, I just knew that if he crammed his cock down my throat I’d choke to death. I take his cock back into my mouth slowly as he begins licking and sucking on my balls. His tongue rasps along the skin between my balls and ass and he begins teasing my hole with his fingers. My hips arch up instantly and in the next second, he’s swallowing my cock. I pause just as I’m about to chow down on his meat again and shudder.

He begins sucking my cock, his tongue swirling all around it as his lips caress my tool. His finger sinks into my ass and I cry out. “You’re going to make me fucking come. I don’t want to come yet.”

“Just suck my cock and let me worry about making you come," he growls.

I whimper and take the head of his dick back into my mouth and caress his heavy sac with one hand, squeezing and pulling as I try to take as much of him in as I can. I begin to suck him with abandon as he fucks my ass with his fingers and sucks on my cock. I feel that familiar tightening and I try to put it off, breaking into a heavy sweat. I try to concentrate on his fat piece of meat in my mouth and giving him all of my attention, but it’s useless. The more attention I pay to his cock, the harder he pumps me. I cry out as he finds my button and massages it as he swallows me whole.

“Fuck!  I’m going to fucking come!" I yell.

He growls as I shoot my load, spurting shot after shot of my hot spunk down his throat. He keeps sucking though and my over-sensitized cock stays hard. It’s never done that before. He smacks me hard on the ass. “Get up and lay on the bed.”

My body is still shaking from my orgasm and now I know that he’s going to ram that horse-cock up my ass. My spent cock is pointing up at the ceiling as I lay back as if I hadn’t yet come. Instead of just lifting my legs and baring my ass though, he lays his body over mine and begins kissing me. My mind is reeling at the sensation of his furry chest pressed to mine. He takes my hands and raises them above my head, and then moves up, kissing along the underside of one arm until he comes to my pit. He nuzzles his face into the patch of hair there and nips the skin lightly with his teeth. His mouth continues to my chest where he gives my right nipple one good lick and then nips it hard with his teeth. I nearly scream at the pleasure-pain of it.

He laughs and does it again. “Like that, do you?”

“Shit, yeah," I say just as he does it again. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, yeah we’ll get to that," he says as he licks back and forth across my chest.

I lay there writhing as his mouth assaults me so deliciously. He looks up at me after a while. “You do have lube, right?”

I nod my head and reach over into the top drawer, pulling out a roll of condoms and a jar of lube. I’m not as nervous as I was before, perhaps because he’s been so gentle in the last few minutes.

He raises his eyebrows at the condoms but tears one off. He opens the package and rolls it down over his fat cock and I wonder how he’s managed it to fit. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and gets a good amount of lube into his hand. He smears it over his shaft and then my hole. He slides a finger into me, testing me and then a few minutes later, he’s got me stretched to four fucking fingers. By this time I just want him to impale me.

He shifts on the bed and gets closer to me. His mushroom head is resting at my hole and I try to relax. “Just look at me and relax," he says.

I look into his eyes and he smiles. “That’s it."

The head is already sliding slowly into my hole and I reach up, running my hands through the fur on his chest. A few moments later, it feels like he’s splitting me in two, but I try not to tense up. It hurts and feels as if my ass is on fire. He waits patiently and caresses my ass cheeks and as the pain fades, he gives one hard thrust, sliding all of the way in. The pain is there again, but it’s only fleeting.

Ken smiles at me again. “You have the tightest fucking ass.”

I can only smile thinking that with a dick like his, everything is pretty tight. He shifts his hips slightly, pulling out a just a little and then pushing back in. Suddenly all is right with the world. I shove my ass toward him and tweak his nipples hard. “Come on, fuck me!”

He pulls out again and slams his cock deep into my ass and I gasp for air. It hurts so fucking good. Ken inches up even further on the bed, and lets go of my legs. They slide down and I wrap them around his waist as he fucks me. He’s plowing my ass with long, deep strokes and I can do nothing but pant. My body is covered in sweat, a lot of it Ken’s. He suddenly pulls out of me, rips the condom off and I don’t have a chance to object before he’s buried balls deep into my ass again. I scream out at the sudden pain of him pulling out and pushing back in so quickly, but I find that I’m enjoying every bit of hurt his cock is putting into my ass.

He reaches down and slides his arms behind my knees, pushes forward, bringing my knees up to my shoulders, opening my ass even wider. He leans forward and nips my ear. “I love the way your ass lips kiss my cock.”

I want to reach between us to stroke my fuck tube, but his body is pressed so tightly to mine, I can't. He shakes his head. “No touching. I’m making you come, remember?”

Suddenly he shifts his hips and on the next stroke punches hard right into my button. “Oh fuck!"

He slams his hips against me and all I can feel is the electrified massage that his cock is giving my prostate and his balls slapping heavily against my ass cheeks.

“Shit!  You’re ass just keeps getting tighter!" He grunts in mid-stroke.

I want more. “Harder!  Fuck me harder!”

His brow furrows and he is suddenly pounding my ass so hard I’ll not be able to walk for a week. Sweat drips from his brow and lands on my cheek. I lean up and begin licking across his upper lip. I suck it into my mouth and he kisses me hard. I suck his tongue into my mouth and moan as his strokes become faster and even harder, he’s fucking me fiercely now. I feel that tightening in my balls again and I’m so fucking close. I haven’t even touched my prick and he’s about to make me come. I pant and moan and he soon follows.

The sounds coming from my apartment can probably be heard throughout the entire building, but I don’t care. I feel him expanding and growing in my ass and with the next stroke; my asshole is clenching around him, gripping him greedily as he shoves in and out. I scream and practically howl as I spurt my load between us and he doesn’t stop his pounding.

“Fuck!  Oh yeah!  I’m gonna…arrrgh!"

In one long howl he empties his load into my ass and keeps on fucking as his come lubes me up even more. It’s as if he can’t stop and he plunges into me the entire time it takes for him to come. He must have spurt seven or eight times before he finally looked down at me, his eyes glazing over. He lets my legs fall and he collapses over me, his cock still buried in my ass.

He nuzzles into my neck and sighs. “That has got to be the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

I think about it for a moment and shrug. “I don’t know about that. My boyfriend pretty much has that title.”

Ken then laughs. “You have a boyfriend, huh?”

I nod. “Yep, been together going on five years now.”

“Oh," he says quietly. “When will he be home?”

I turn my head to look at the clock. “I think he got home about twenty minutes ago.”

Ken looks up at me and smiles, his bright green eyes sparkling. “You’re not mad?”

“What for?" I ask.

“About the ticket?" he says cautiously.

I shake my head. “How could I be?  You fulfilled my fantasy. I just didn’t realize you’d ever give me a real ticket.”

“You’ve got to stop running that light." He laughs.

“I know," I say quietly. “But this is a ticket I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.”

END

*This story originally appeared in Ultimate Gay Erotica 2006, edited by Jesse Grant. The entire anthology is available at Amazon.com*

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