"You lookin' for something?"
"That depends on what you're offering."
His smile couldn't get any wider. "Well…" He traced his fingers alongside the open passenger window and leaned his head in further. "That depends on how far you want your eyes rolled back in your head." He twisted his tongue for the prospective client to see. The car and its passenger screamed money.
"How about we go around the corner and you put that mouth to work?" He unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection for the prostitute to see.
"Make it behind the deli on Caruthers cause there's some cops making their beat round here. And we wouldn't want anyone to spoil our party, now do we?"
"Fuck no. I can't wait to have that mouth on me. I bet you ain't never have dick this big before."
He glanced at the oozing package once more and barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. "You bet," he lied. "My mouth's just a' waterin'." He stood up properly for only a second so he could open the man's car door. "It's fifty for a blow and a hundred for a fuck and condom on either way," he informed the older man once he sat down.
"Shit, I'd love to fuck the shit out of that pretty ass you got hangin' out of them shorts but I can't afford a bigger space."
The prostitute gleamed from the prospect of making more cash. His john could definitely afford it. "Baby, I've fucked in tighter spaces before. Now let's get a move on."
The man laughed and pulled off the curbside.
*`*`*`*`*`*
"Shit, you've been doing this for five years." "Yup."
"Aren't you tired of patrolling at night?"
"Nope."
"Really? Cause I thought most officers would prefer the day shift. You know less crime and shit. Aw man, you are definitely going to have to show me the ropes. It's totally an honor to have someone as experienced as you as my partner."
"Yeah, thanks."
"So what do I call you? I mean obviously I'm Brandon. But do you have a nickname, cause I have a bro-"
"Chasez."
"Chasez? That's fucking cool. I'd tell you to call me Caruso but everyone would still call me Brandon, so Brandon it is," he grinned.
Well Officer Joshua Chasez was pretty pissed. His last partner moved and now he got stuck with a newbie, a newbie who couldn't seem to keep his mouth fucking shut. The boy's been running his mouth for about two hours straight and didn't seem to understand Josh's answers were getting shorter and shorter. Some fucking cop Caruso made, he couldn't take the fucking hint.
The hint being to shut the fuck up.
He was killing his fucking buzz. And he left his fucking stash in his locker when he tried to hurry and get away from Brandon. So he now had to suffer through Brandon's ramblings with a soon to be diminished high.
He wondered when Brandon wiped his ass, did he have a proper technique and used it every time. Josh sideway glanced his partner and snorted. He probably did. The kid screamed squeaky clean all the way down to his shiny new shoes. If Josh had to hear once more about the kid's fucking wife or their fucking puppy or his being so happy with being a fucking cop, he just might shoot the fucker. Right in his big ass mouth.
Josh's been doing this for years now and he never, ever talked as much as this kid. He didn't get into this career to make friends or fucking go around babbling his life story. And squeaky clean is not a word any one would use to describe him. If he didn't have the title as police officer, he'd definitely belong to the crime category.
A dirty cop.
Seriously, who better to dip into stolen money, drugs and prostitutes?
Josh had it fucking made. He planned on keeping this job too. So he removed his hand from his holster before he fucked up and actually shot his asswipe of a partner. The two men were walking the neighborhood more known as a track for prostitutes and drugs. Two of Joshua's favorite things and he planned to do both tonight.
He licked his lips in anticipation, blocking out Brandon's blabbering. "Chasez," he laughed. "I take it you are a doughnut fan."
The two were standing at the curb under a streetlight. And Josh truly couldn't remember getting there. He was fucking distracted at the thought of getting a nice piece o' tail.
And he knew what, or should he say who, he wanted too. He-
"So you gotta tell me, Chasez. Are you a glazed man or what? I mean I like cake more than doughnuts but I willing to go to the doughnut shop if you want," Brandon obviously trying hard to impress his partner.
Joshua looked down the street and saw the car that was cruising half hour ago pull to a full stop. Last time he checked the car, it was a passenger of one. Now, the 2002 gray Jaguar held two passengers. One of them exiting the car in a nice pair of shorts from the passenger side. One of them who has caught Joshua's eye for a few days this week. And that same one who will be having a meeting with Officer Chasez tonight.
But first to lose Brandon, who was once again waiting for Joshua's answer. "Look, Brandon. This neighborhood is pretty easy on Mondays. I'm sure we could split up." Brandon pouted like a neglected puppy, which Josh would have loved to kick. He sighed instead. "I mean it'll be a great way to get some experience." That made Brandon smile. "I'll take the west end," the end that included his eye candy, "And you take the east. We'll meet up at the doughnut shop down the block in say…two hours or so. You radio me only for an emergency." He patted Brandon on his shoulder and didn't wait for the kid's answer.
"But-"
"Good." Joshua turned and continued to walk down the street. Josh didn't know who he had to curse for having a partner like Brandon. The kid couldn't tell a whore and a citizen apart. The fucking rentboy was there flashing his ass, begging for Joshua to come and lock his sleazy ass away and the kid didn't even notice. He turned to make sure that Brandon followed his orders and thank goodness, he did. The tubby officer went around the corner.
Joshua turned his walkie-talkie down and made his way to the piece of ass he's been waiting for. The whore was getting ready to stand back on the sidewalk but he caught Josh heading his way. Before he could even get ready to run, Josh made a big show of grabbing his Billy club and his gun while shaking his head. He watched the curly haired man-boy mutter a "Shit" and hardened his face with protest.
God, he wanted that man-boy under him, howling like a fucking wolf. He could imagine he'd buck like a fucking stallion. The kid was fucking gorgeous, just how Joshua likes them. He had blue eyes that looked too old to be on such a baby face and probably seen too much too soon anyway. And curly blonde hair he knew the whore died. A nice ass in those tight shorts begging to be bitten, spanked and fucked.
And not in that order.
But Josh had to reel the kid in first. "I hope you don't plan on running," Josh said as he stood in front of the slightly taller man.
"No. Why would I run when I didn't do anything wrong, Officer?" His blue eyes showed no hint of lying. The game being played would be less fun for Joshua if they were.
Joshua smirked and felt himself get hard. "Selling your ass isn't wrong?"
"Probably would be if you saw me doing it."
"Oh you're fucking selling it. Been selling it all week. Cause I fucking saw you." And if the pretty faced whore even thought of lying to him, he'd show him a thing or two.
"Well if you saw me all week, why didn't you stop me?" He asked smartly.
"Had to see if you were any good. You know whores like you usually find a john and run his track by now, but you're still here."
"I just got home from a club. I'm going home now," he continued to lie with a "Dare Me" look in his eye.
"Fucking liar. You were here half an hour ago. Been here every night last week and yesterday, so like I said you're selling your ass."
The whore began to protest. "I-"
"Shut the fuck up." Josh took his hand off his gun and instead kept it beside his gun. "Walk."
He put his arms on his hips and stared angrily, which just made Officer Chasez hornier. "I'm not going any-"
"I will shoot you before you say your next word, you hear me? I'll bring your ass in for resisting arrest. Whore. Now fucking walk where I tell you the fuck to."
The blonde whore grinded his teeth and shut his mouth. He started to walk with Joshua who was not far behind him. "Keep your hands where I can see them." The prostitute obliged keeping his hands above his waist and in Josh's eyesight. Josh kept one eye one the blonde's hands and the other on the blonde's ass. "Keep on moving." Josh moved closer to the other man's ass, so close he was mere centimeters from rubbing his crotch against him.
The two continued to walk down the dark street, Joshua knowing exactly where he wanted to bring the young man. Said man looked behind his shoulder and commented, "The precinct's the other way."
"Did I ask you to speak, bitch?" He pressed his erection just for the hell of it. The prostitute knew better than to answer. "Exactly." He smirked, "Now turn into this alley." Joshua knew this alley fairly well. It was extremely dark, surrounded by two abandoned buildings and was rarely visited.
"Now you're going to walk all the way down this alley so no one can hear our…conversation," Joshua chuckled. He slid his hand down the other man's ass and grabbed a handful.
The other man did as he was told and stopped when he faced a brick wall. He didn't turn around. "Officer, this doesn't look like a precinct." He heard the other man unlatch his belt.
"Fucking don't, doesn't it? It's my precinct, smartass. That's all you need to worry about. And since you have such a smart mouth, I'm going to teach you a lesson." Chasez unzipped his fly and pulled his erection out.
"Oh yeah?" The blonde asked the wall. He knew what the cop was doing behind him and knew he better be willing to play.
"I'd bust your lip by now but I don't want your blood on my dick. Now get on your knees and suck me." He watched the blonde turn around and drop to his knees. He was bound to scrape them but the police officer didn't care. The prostitute went to work, wrapped his long arms around Joshua's ass and deep throating like the pro that he was. "Oh yeah, if you bite, you lose your teeth," he warned and leaned against a wall.
The prostitute sucked the large cock, bobbing his head back and forth. He applied the right amount of pressure and nipping. He moved away from the officer's nest of pubic hairs and swirled his tongue around the head. He broadened his tongue on the underside and roughly went up and down the rigid phallus.
"Fuck." Joshua never had such experienced head before. And it was making him act like an amateur. He was going to come any moment and he couldn't let that piece of shit sucking have anything to smirk about.
The fucker sucked his cock down deep and hummed. Chasez couldn't hold off much longer. He felt his head fucking hitting past the whore's tongue and he lost it. "Motherfucker," he grunted as he came. The other man swallowed without a complaint and didn't remove his mouth from the still stiff dick until the officer finished coming.
"Mmm," the whore smacked his lips. The officer's stiffy hit him on his cheek and he smirked at the officer's endurance. His jaw hurt but he liked that it did. He was hard as well and he usually could control them but this officer made him as hard as a fucking rock.
"What do you call yourself?" Chasez asked once he could breathe normally.
"J.R.," the prostitute answered on his knees and licked his wet lips.
"That shit was good. I bet you get a lot of practice," he squinted his eyes. J.R. only smirked, as did Chasez. Who was he to deny?
"You wanna go again?" J.R. asked while looking sideways at the officer's impressive wood.
"You're fucking right I am. Only I'll be wearing your ass," he palmed his self as he watched J.R. "Up," he ordered. He did tear his eyes as he watched J.R. stretch and he looked at the front of his shorts and saw that the prostitute was just as affected as Chasez was. "Looks like someone wouldn't mind that. Turn over."
J.R. complied and braced his hands against the rough and gritty brick wall. "Spread 'em." Chasez placed his hands in between the backside of J.R. and patted each inner thigh to make J.R.'s stance wider. Chasez noisily placed his hands in the prostitute's back pocket and pulled the man's earnings. He slipped the money in his own pocket. "You got a condom?"
"Always," J.R. told the wall. He knew the police officer took his money but he knew he'd make the cop want to give it back.
Chasez found what he wanted. He tore the package and ordered J.R. to "Drop your pants and stick your ass out for me." J.R. did as he was told. Chasez was definitely packing, more than his previous customers. He would be stretched.
The police officer smacked his lips as he rolled the protection on. He was so anxious to get inside of the ass he'd been lusting for. His erection didn't soften after the power sucking he got from J.R. Now on to the main event.
"You get fucked tonight, J.R.?"
"Why you want to know?"
Well fuck J.R. then, the officer thought. He wanted to know if the other man had been stretched or not. So much for being considerate. "The fuck if I know." He held the cheeks apart and inserted the tip of penis in between them. He found exactly what he was looking for and slowly pushed himself in.
J.R. moved his ass back to push more of the cop inside. "I can take it," he grunted to the wall. The officer watched his erection being sucked into the hot, tight space. "Yeah, I can see."
Chasez grunted back. He pushed his bone all the way inside. He slipped his eyes closed and kept his mouth open when slowly pulled out of J.R. J.R. wondered if that was all the cop had. He smirked. He must have worn the cop down. He relaxed his stance on the wall.
But that was the last slow stroke for the night.
Chasez jackknifed into the prostitute at a new angle, which J.R. was not prepared for. He pumped his hips with vigor, attacking the prostitute's prostate. J.R's face nearly hit the bricks from the force of the man behind him, inside him. He was going to be so sore in the morning. Oh hell, he better make it worth it.
J.R. began throwing his ass back onto Chasez's rod, using his muscles in his anus to grab and massage the officer. He braced his body to take all of the officer's brutal thrusts.
No words were uttered from the two men. There were only silent curses and plenty of heavy grunts and hard pants. They countered their movements just so, to maximize their pleasure. Chasez felt pools of sweat running all over body, soaking his dark blue uniform. He gave the motions all that he had, all the pent up lust he had from first noticing the man-boy. His wait was well worth it.
The prostitute rarely had a john that could make him lose his control. The officer had him mewling. He could feel heavy balls slapping against his sweaty backside. His body was singing from the force the cop used. His lower back ached from his position. As did his erection.
Chasez knew he was close to coming. He was working his way to that point. And he wanted the prostitute to come too. He wasn't that selfish. He pulled completely out once more and slammed back into the open man. The growl that left J.R's lips brought a wicked gleam in Chasez's eyes. The tightness of the man-boy continued to surprise him. He couldn't hold back anymore and yowled into the dark as he felt his cum surround his dick in the condom.
With the quivering man relentlessly continuing pummeling on J.R's prostate, the prostitute could do nothing but cum. J.R. rested his sweaty forehead on his forearm and spurted his jism onto the wall. His knees threatened to fold as he came. He never came so hard before.
The two rested for a few minutes with no words spoken between them. Only their collective heavy breaths were audible. J.R. was a bit confused cause by now he was sure the police officer would have shook off and left. The officer was still buried deep in his ass.
"You're fucking good, J.R." J.R didn't reply as Chasez finally pulled out. "Real fucking good." Chasez liked that J.R. knew when to keep quiet. "You got a pimp?"
"No." J.R. bent to pull up his pants after hearing Chasez buckling up. He kept facing the wall.
"Didn't think so. I'm sure Pretty Ricky would have you running all up and down his track now." Chasez was really good friends with Pretty Ricky, a pretty fair albeit greedy pimp. "Seems to me you get quite a nice chunk of change. I want piece." Chasez was thinking on going into that business. Why not now? J.R. would bring him lots of money. "I think we could have a nice business set up. I'd look out for you and protect you. And let you keep a percent of the profits."
J.R. turned around. "If I say no?" He could imagine what the other choice would be.
"You'll go o jail and definitely will be worn by the entire station," Chasez smiled wickedly. "Then I'll let Pretty Ricky know about a whore not sharing his profits with him." He tilted his head to the side. "Could you just picture what he'd do to you?"
J.R. could just imagine. "How much I get?"
"You get forty. See I'm real nice." He smiled and then lost it, with seriousness glinting in his eyes. "Now you're going to take your sexy ass out on the street and make us some money. I'll know if you run too, J.R. My eyes and ears stretch pretty far. And if you cross me, you won't live to regret it." Chasez informed coldly.
"Sure thing, Officer Chasez," he purred after reading the officer's nametag.
"That's how I like it. Now go. I'll find you by the corner of Caruthers around four." He left no room for questioning. "And if Pretty Ricky or his hoes bother you, tell 'em you're under Chasez." He smacked J.R.'s ass to shoo him. He watched the prostitute swagger from the alley and onto the sidewalk. He felt himself begin to stir again. He'd have to fuck J.R. later.
He laughed to himself. This was going to be a beautiful relationship. He left the dank alley and went searching for his shitty partner.
The End