A Quic Bj: Buzzed

A Quick BJ: Buzzed

A highway patrolman pulls over a suspected drunk driver.

This tale is the result of my personal challenge to pen a one-shot stand-alone

short

story.

This is a tale of mind control and male on male sex, so if that bothers you this is not a story for you.

THIS IS NOT a continuation or prequel to any other QUICK BJ stories.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

Officer Eric Johnson radioed into headquarters and pulled off the main highway onto a rarely used side road for his dinner break. It sucked being a rookie and not only pulling the night shift but being posted so far out on a rural stretch of highway that he had to brown bag it. He had just parked his cruiser when a swerving convertible blew past him. Johnson groaned at having his break interrupted and drove off after the convertible with his lights flashing. He pulled the car over and got out of his cruiser, hauling his trim, ramrod straight, six-foot four frame out of his cruiser. The young patrolman knew his tightly muscled body looked hot and more than a little intimidating in his uniform, but he still approached the driver's side of the convertible cautiously.

"Is there a problem, officer?" the middle-aged driver asked innocently. The driver seemed vaguely familiar, but Eric couldn't seem to place the burly man with graying hair and piercing green eyes. The eyes were striking, catching the normally hardnosed patrolman off guard and it took him a moment to regain his usual imperious attitude.

"License and registration," Johnson ordered with his usual authority.

"Sure," the driver made a bit of a show fishing his wallet out of his back pocket, all the while maintaining eye contact with the young cop. Almost staring him down with those amazing green eyes that almost seemed to pulsate with a light of their own under the flashing lights of the cruiser. Was the driver trying to intimidate him?

Officer Eric Johnson was not about to be intimidated. He maintained eye contact with the driver while keeping one hand on his weapon and maintaining his professional demeanor. "Have you been drinking, sir?" Johnson inquired, unable to break away from those vibrant green eyes that seemed to be drilling into him, breaking his focus, drawing him in deeper...

"I've had a couple of beers, officer," the driver replied in a challenging tone.

Johnson opened the driver's door, trying to exude authority, "I'll need to perform a field sobriety test. Please step out of the car, sir."

"We both know a breathalyzer would be more accurate. Come closer, officer," the driver coaxed with a crook of his finger.

Contrary to all his training and experience, Officer Eric Johnson found himself bending over until his youthful, clean-shaven face was just inches away from the older man. He could detect a hint of beer in the older man's breath.

"Come closer, officer. Here, let me help you," the driver said, his deep, entrancing voice husked as he placed a strong hand on the back of the cop's head, entwining his fingers in the cop's short blond hair, pulling him in closer until their lips almost touched. "You'll have to taste me to be sure, officer," the driver encouraged as he pulled the young cop in even closer...

Alarm bells went off in the straight young cop's head that this was wrong, that he should pull away...but he yielded to the strong hand pulling him in, those green eyes unfocusing his thoughts, the persuasive voice...it seemed to make sense...surely tasting would be more accurate...just a little taste...all part of the job...getting closer...just a taste...

Contact.

Officer Eric Johnson could feel the older man's masculine beard stubble scratching his smooth-shaven cheeks as their lips touched and then the driver's tongue slowly and insistently invaded his oral cavity, driving deeper and deeper, exploring, tasting and dominating. As their tongues dueled, the young cop could detect the tang of beer on the older man's saliva. Feeling the need to investigate further, the highway patrolman pressed his tongue aggressively into the suspect's mouth, tasting every surface, exploring every nook and cranny in search of evidence of a DWI offense.

The cavity search continued for several minutes, the breathing of both men getting more ragged as they aggressively devoured each other orally, until the driver pulled away and loosened his grip on the patrolman's hair. He was pleased to see that the young cop's blue eyes now glittered with lust. "You're doing an excellent job, officer," the older man complimented the patrolman.

Officer Johnson blushed a little as his gaze again got lost in those green eyes. "Thank you, sir...and thank you for your cooperation, sir. I'm just trying to do a good job," he quietly gasped through ragged breaths.

"I know you want to do a good job for me. I think I see what the problem is, officer," the driver volunteered. "I think the breathalyzer mouthpiece is clogged." The dazed young cop followed the driver's gaze down to where the older man was holding the long, rubbery-looking mouthpiece in his lap. The driver placed a strong hand on the young cop's shoulder and applied downward pressure. "Get down on your knees and see if you can suck out the clog, officer," he directed. Officer Johnson knelt on the pavement and wrapped his hand around the clogged mouthpiece, feeling a little embarrassed that he hadn't thought of sucking out the clog himself.

The driver slid the seat back to allow the patrolman better access as the young man leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the mouthpiece. Officer Johnson sucked hard on the blunt rubbery object, trying to unclog it.

"Atta boy, officer," the driver groaned above him. "Bob your head up and down on it to work that clog free."

Officer Johnson followed his instructions, sucking hard and bobbing his blond head in the older man's lap, trying his best to suck out the clog. After a few moments, he noticed something seemed odd and pulled off, "It's getting bigger and harder in my mouth, sir..."

"Oh, good. You're doing a good job. That's means you're starting to unclog it, officer."

"Oh. Okay." Officer Johnson got back to work, bobbing his head faster as he sucked.

"That's good, officer. You're doing a great job. Just mind your teeth."

"Yeth, thir," the patrolman mumbled around the mouthpiece without breaking stride.

"That's so good," the driver moaned as the patrolman sucked and bobbed his blond head. "Flick your tongue over the hole, officer. That should help unclog it."

"Yeth, thir," the oblivious cop flicked his tongue on the bulbous head. Officer Johnson felt some fluid leak out of the tip onto his tongue. He took it as a sign that the clog must be working loose. Officer Johnson sucked harder and bobbed faster as he used his tongue more aggressively.

"Take out your own mouthpiece and pull on it, officer. You must unclog both, but don't unclog yours till I give you permission."

"Yeth, thir," the handsome blond patrolman unwittingly unzipped his fly and started to jerk his own hard cock as he knelt by the side of the road sucking off an older man.

"Yeah, atta boy," the driver moaned in pleasure. "You're giving public servants a good name, officer.

"Hank eww, thir," Officer Johnson slobbered around the drooling cock filling his sucking mouth. He was pleased to hear that he was doing a good job. His parents would be so proud.

The driver moaned, "I'm about to unclog, officer. Swallow it. Swallow it all..." He grabbed the cop's head with both hands and jerked his hips forward, impaling Officer Johnson on his hard cock as he unloaded down the straight young man's throat.

He had done it! Officer Johnson was so proud as he swallowed the thick viscous fluid that had been clogging up the mouthpiece. He kept sucking and swallowing until the mouthpiece went soft in his sucking mouth. Problem solved. Good job.

Officer Johnson straightened up in his kneeling position, still jerking his hard cock. "I think I fixed it," he beamed proudly. "Can I unclog this one now, sir?"

"Not yet, officer," the green-eyed driver smiled down at the kneeling cop. "I have a special treat just for you." He reached into a cooler bag and took out a plain éclair pastry. "Cops like donuts, but this one is special. I spent the last few days filling this with my own special creamy filling, but it still needs to be glazed. Unclog on it and coat it with your own cop glaze."

The driver held the éclair down by his cock and Officer Johnson moaned as he unclogged, shooting three thick ropes of cop glaze over the special pastry. "Yeah, unclog on that donut, attaboy. Good job, officer," the driver cooed as the patrolman caught his breath. Then the driver brought it up to the straight young man's lips. "Now open wide to take your reward for a job well done...".

With his gaze fixated by the driver's piercing green eyes, Officer Johnson complied and opened his mouth to accept the dripping offering. The driver smiled as he put the end of the long pastry in the patrolman's mouth. "Take a big bite, officer," the driver commanded.

The patrolman caught the pungent scent of his own sperm on the éclair and hesitated a moment, but then yielded to those mesmerizing green eyes and took a bite. It was sweet and sour...no, sweet and rancid. His stomach churned at the foul taste and scent of sperm-filled pastry, but he kept chewing, following instructions, doing a good job...

"Mmm... Isn't that yummy, officer? Savor the taste of your reward, like a good boy."

"Mmm... yummy..." Officer Johnson parroted back as he swallowed the foul treat and opened his mouth wide for more.

The driver put the rancid confection back into the patrolman's waiting mouth. Officer Johnson took another bite and chewed it slowly, savoring every morsel of spunk filled pastry. The driver reached down with his free hand and rubbed the young cop's washboard abs through his uniform shirt. "Yummy, yummy in the tummy," he quipped, and Officer Johnson gave him a stupid mindless grin as he swallowed again like a good boy.

The process was repeated over and over, bite, chew and swallow, bite, chew and swallow until it was all gone. Officer Johnson licked the driver's finger's clean of cum and swallowed it down his gullet to join multiple loads of man cream already churning in his belly.

"Thank you very much officer," the driver said dismissively as he zipped up and readjusted the car seat.

Officer Johnson took that as a signal that they were done, so he also zipped up, got unsteadily to his feet and brushed the gravel from his knees. "You have a good night now, sir."

"You too, Eric."

Officer Johnson blinked, his head clearing, "Oh, Greg... I didn't realize it was you". Eric tried to unravel what just happened. The last thing he remembered was pulling the convertible over and then...nothing.

He reasoned that working the night shift was wearing on him. How else could he not immediately recognize his landlord? "Well, you drive safe now, Greg."

"You too. Don't forget poker night on Thursday. There's going to be a nice spread for the guys, and I know how much you enjoy wieners. Tyrone will be bringing his famous foot longs that you like so much, too." Greg smiled and gave Eric a wink, like he was sharing an inside joke that Eric wasn't getting.

"Looking forward to it. See you then."

Greg drove off and Officer Johnson got back in his patrol car. Greg was a great guy and Eric was lucky to get his basement studio apartment so cheap. He had free access to Greg's pool and his tiny apartment was right next to Greg's basement recreation room. They spent a lot of time hanging out there together, alone and with Greg's poker buddies, enjoying each other's company and...

Eric was a little fuzzy on details about poker nights. The rec room was a dark raw space, but Greg had a lot of equipment down there for the guys to use, the taste that lingered in his mouth caused Eric's mind to flash on dim memories of seeing shelves full of sex toys, hoods and harnesses, crawling across the padded floor, being bent over padded benches, rocking in a comfortable sling suspended by shiny chains from the rough floor joists above with older half naked men standing over him, being secured to a padded X frame with leather restraints, multiple pairs of hands groping his naked flesh...Eric felt a wave of nauseous vertigo as the memory flashes faded away and were quickly forgotten.

Eric blinked his eyes as his head cleared.

His cock was hard in his uniform pants.

What was he thinking about again...?

Oh, right. Just poker night with the guys in the rec room...

He was sure it was going to be a blast.

THE END

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