Randy was going to be late, so he pushed down on the accelerator, increasing his speed to eighty-five as he sped up I-85, north of his hometown of Atlanta. It was Friday evening, and he was supposed to meet his lover Mark at his house at six o'clock, and it was already after six. The gym he had been to was packed that afternoon, and he couldn't rip himself away from the place. There were way too many hot men to look at. But he did skip the showers, and now he tried to make up some time as he drove.
At twenty-three, Randy already had a steady, well paying job, and the gay life in Atlanta was more exciting then he could ever imagine. He and Mark had been seeing each other for about six months, and they were passionate lovers. But Mark was a little more serious about their relationship, and he wanted to move in together, which Randy was hesitant to do. Mark was thirty, and he was ready to settle down. Randy thought of him as he weaved through the traffic. He could see Mark in his mind; about 5'11', short black hair, mustache, and a nice slim body. Randy began to get an erection as the picture of Mark nude floated through his head. His cock pushed against the flimsy fabric of his shorts, and Randy squeezed it with his left hand as he drove.
Randy didn't notice the Atlanta City policeman tailing him, and he jumped when he heard the siren blare behind him. He checked his speedometer; it read ninty miles an hour. Randy slowed down and pulled to the right side of the highway, and reluctantly slowed to a stop. He knew he had screwed up. The only problem was that his cock was still at full staff, and he could only try to hide it with his hands as the cop approached his Taurus. Randy could see him in his side mirror as he approached. He looked to be quite handsome, and in fine shape, but it was kind of difficult to tell through his uniform. Men in uniform proved to be one of Randy's intense turn-on's, and his heart skipped a beat as the policeman reached his window. The guy was gorgeous, and Randy felt weak.
"Good evening, sir. Liscense and registration please," the cop requested. Randy took his registration out of the glove box, and fumbled through his wallet to find his license. As he did so he had no choice to expose his bulging crotch. He didn't say a word as he handed them to the cop. He placed his hands back over his shorts in an attempt to hide his erection.
"Mr. Thompson, how fast do you think you were going?"
"Uhhh, I guess around ninety, officer."
"Good guess. I clocked you at ninety-three. Any explanation?"
"Well sir, I am just running late. I don't have any other reason." Randy's eyes moved to the officer's crotch, and he could see the obvious outline of a growing hard-on in his pants. His cock looked to be huge, and Randy felt like rubbing his own dick instead of trying to hide it. Randy looked at the pin on the officer's chest. It read C. Bryant. The cop was looking over Randy's license carefully, but it was difficult to really tell where he was looking due to the dark sunglasses he wore. Randy wondered if the cop was checking him out instead.
He could be into guys, Randy thought. Randy knew a cop once who told him most policemen are kinky anyways. Always the bold one, Randy decided to take a chance. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, exposing his raging hard-on, hidden only by his thin shorts. He looked up at the cop, and smiled broadly. He could see a bead of sweat running down the side of the officer's face, and at that moment the policeman removed his sunglasses. He was definitely looking at Randy's cock. Randy's eyes again moved to the growing bulge in the cops pants, and the outline of it was perfect, laying to the left, pushing against his tight trousers. Randy licked his lips without thinking. He was getting to this hunk of a man. The cop tried to keep some semblance of professionalism.
"Mr. Thompson, I will be right back," he said.
"Sure officer."
The cop went to his car, and he was only there for about five minutes. During this time Randy kept squeezing his cock over and over. When the officer came back to his car, the head of his dick protruded out from his shorts and the crown glistened with pre-cum. Randy was enjoying this. As the policeman again stood by his car, Randy could see a wet spot on his pants. Sweat was pouring off his face now.
"Randy, I am going to let you off this time, but please keep the speed down. By the way, my name is Charlie. I get off work soon. Would you like to go drink a beer with me?"
Randy was stunned. The guy was asking him out.
"Well Charlie, I would love to do that, but I have to meet my friend Mark at my house. We could meet you."
Randy could see Charlie was staring at his cock again. He pulled back his shorts to expose the entire length. He heard Charlie groan.
"Great. Do you know of the bar Hideaways?" Charlie asked.
"Yes, been there a few times. It's a cool place."
"Meet around eight?" he asked.