The other day I was driving down a remote section of Pacific Coast Highway and was pulled over by two motorcycle cops. I was speeding a bit, but the road was really remote with no one else around. There was really no safe place to pull over, so they told me to proceed down the road a ways to a turnout. It turned out onto a dirt road, which looked like it saw very little use. They told me to drive up the road a little, which I did.
Once I stopped, one of the cops came to the window. He told me that I had been speeding and asked to see my license and registration. I handed then to him and he went to confer with the other cop. They both came back and asked me to step out of the vehicle. They told me that my vehicle matched the description of one that was suspected of carrying contraband, and would I mind if they searched it.
I wasn't trying to be smart when I asked if I legally had to let them; I had two joints, given to me by a friend and was afraid that they'd find them.
'Are you carrying a weapon, by any chance'' one of them asked me.
'No. No, of course not,' I told him. I was dressed in a tank top and baggy shorts, with not much place to conceal anything.
'Please place your hands on the hood,' he barked at me. He turned me by the arm and pushed me a bit. Now I was getting afraid of trouble and did as he asked. He kicked my legs apart and began frisking me.
I wasn't wearing anything under my baggy shorts and when he got there he squeezed my ass a bit and then slid his hand under my shorts and squeezed my bare ass. I jumped a bit.
'Don't move, sir.' He commanded. He reached between my legs and cupped my full balls, gently stroking them. His hand moved to my cock, which began to thicken, try as I might to will it back down. He stroked and squeezed a bit, which made it even harder.
'Dave, I think we have a weapon here. You want to confirm it'' he said to his partner. Dave traded places with him and began stroking my cock also.
'I think you're right. Potentially large caliber.'
I stammered, 'Is this really''
'Please keep silent, sir,' he told me.
My cock was roaring hard now as he stroked it and caressed my balls.
'Please turn around.' I did as he asked. My erection tented out the front of my shorts. 'Please remove your shirt, sir,' he commanded. I did. 'And your shorts.' I was now standing completely nude in front of these two motorcycle cops as they looked at my throbbing cock.
'Just as I thought, John. Very large caliber. You have a very nice cock there, son,' John said.
'Really thick. Just the way I like 'em,' Dave murmured. 'Don't be alarmed, son. I'm just going to have a closer look.' He knelt down and began sucking me deeply into his mouth. I stood there silently as Dave swallowed me deeply. Our eyes were locked together. Drawing me out of his mouth he said, 'Oh yeah. I love them thick like this. Mmm Hmm.'
John began to disrobe, and when he was done he stood beautifully naked in front of me. His body was really hot! Very trim and well defined, with a cock that looked like something out of a porno; ten inches long and thick around. It stood out insistently.
'Here Dave, let me take a look,' he said and they traded places. I couldn't decide who gave the better head, they were both magnificent! John's tongue swirled and twirled, as his soft lips slid slowly up and down. He drew me out so that he could lick my balls and gently suck on them. Dave was now nude also, and equally hard. He was only about six inches long, but really thick.
I had never done anything with a man before, but had fantasized a bit. Now I realized that I was going to, whether I wanted to or not. These guys were going to have me, however they wanted.
'Alright son, on your knees,' Dave told me calmly. John stood, and the three of us stood there for a minute. 'Remember, we're in no hurry.' They each took one of my hands and placed them on their cocks. I stood there stroking and squeezing both of them; what a feeling. They both felt so rigid under the velvety skin.
