Dick Check

Man that was a tough session. My physical therapist keeps amping up the number of repetitions and weights.

It's working. Finally I have muscle mass back throughout my chest, arms and legs.

Feeling pretty good right now. Looking pretty good.

Good enough to wear shorts and sleeveless tops in public.

And last week's Low-T treatment kicked in.

The problem with that - every female looks good to me.

Dawn knew what that treatment did to me.

She likes my built up look.

I figure she is ready for sex after such a long surgery recovery, where I was prohibited from providing anything to her.

She was nice enough to give me handjobs while I laid on my back.

She is OK with handjobs, but doesn't like a cock in her mouth.

Didn't know that until after we married.

I asked about cowgirl position. The therapist didn't say no, but didn't say yes. She left it up to me and Dawn.

Dawn is ultra conservative, not a risk taker.

So taking her view into the decision making, we decided to wait. We being Dawn.

I was ready to explode into something other than her hand.

She has more patience than me. I was ready for intercourse with her. I thought cowgirl would work. I kept asking her.

She kept saying no.

Because I love her and respect her, I stopped asking.

While she waited for the all clear on sex, we decided to buy her sex toys.

We had a hard time finding a dildo that matched me. Most had the long length but not the girth.

Finally we found one close enough, bought it and a vibrator.

I tried to use both with her, but I have no experience and it showed.

Dawn said she would take care of herself but didn't want me to watch or be around her. She locked the bedroom door. Sometimes I would listen at the door to her moans and muffled screams.

After all, just two more sessions and we are a go for any kind of sex!

I think.

I will ask Gwyneth next session. I need to know. I am so horny.

Every session I thank God for such a hot therapist. The others in the facility were older and frumpier.

I decided to reward myself after such a tough session with her.

Down the block is one of the family favorite restaurants.

Dawn, Tom and I, decided to have the Friday night wedding party dinner there, the whole place rented out for our private party.

Should be a great time for all.

And... Dawn and I finally get to meet Giselle's Mom.

We talked to her when the kids held an audio call with the parents to announce the engagement.

No contact since then so we are looking forward to meeting her.

We didn't even catch her name.

Giselle's Dad just disappeared out of her life so he was unavailable to walk her down the aisle. I volunteered. What a good guy I told myself.

My session ends at 3.

Happy hour at the restaurant starts at 3. Yay!

Usually I sit at the bar when I make stops like this. I chat it up with Misty my favorite bartender.

She has the best ass. I love it when she bends over in front of me to retrieve the cool chardonnay from the fridge.

I didn't see her. I asked. She had an acting audition. How cool! Not unusual in LA.

Didn't know the replacement bartender. I decided to sit in the one open booth that faces the back wall.

I pulled out my phone to kill time while waiting on the bartender to make his way to me.

The person in the next booth I was facing, quite loudly cleared their throat.

I looked up to see a female, pretty face, blue eyes, and short blonde hair. All in all, very attractive, slim face.

My eyes drifted down.

Jeez!

I dropped my phone in shock staring at some of the largest breasts I have ever seen.

And... she was showing them off with a u-shaped top that plunged down low. An immense amount of cleavage visible, a hint of her areolas peaking out, hard nipples visible through the thin cloth.

It was cold, like it always in this place.

Maybe that why her nipples were hard?

She said, 'Are you showing off?'

I was confused.

'What? What did you say?'

'Are you deaf? Are you showing off your big muscles?'

I fought the temptation to ask her about her cleavage.

She brought it up.

'Yes, I am showing off my tits. I believe you shouldn't hide what you have been blessed with. Just like you - showoff.'

She broke out in a smile.

'Just messing you with you. The real problem is that sorry baseball team you root for.'

I forgot I was wearing my favorite ball cap.

It is not the awesome local team.

It was my hometown team.

'Oh and you have something better?'

She reached down under the table. What are now my favorite breasts, resting on the table, pushed up and out of her top.

One breast I could see the whole big light brown areola and diamond tip nipple.

I felt my cock growing.

My mind drifted and fantasized her on top of me, working my cock like a porn pro Squeezing her breasts, holding them in place as she bounced up and down on my hard cock.

Too fucking horny.

Just then the bartender arrived with my drink.

'You, you are hanging out again,' he said to her.

She straightened up, baseball cap in hand. She stuffed her breasts back in the top.

'Sorry, Will. It won't happen again.'

'Yeah until the next time. Will you please put move your stuff next to you on the seat? You are going to get me fired.'

'Yes, yes, sorry.'

She put the hat on. She looks so cute. It was my hometown geographic rival.

'Next time I will have to ask you to leave,' Will said.

'Understood. I am going to leave you a big tip for your troubles. What if you give me your...'

He cut her off, 'Luna, please stop the sexual flirting with me.'

He pointed at me, 'Pick on him.'

She said exuberantly, 'Working on it!'

I think I am going to leave. Temptation was crawling into my thoughts.

She abruptly changed the whole conversation.

'So whereabouts in your hometown?'

'East side.'

'Oh, that was a nice place to grow up.'

'Yeah, not bad.'

I just should stopped, paid my bill and got out of there. God she looked so cute and kind of sexy in the ball cap.

'Whereabouts for you?'

'Same kind of neighborhood, lots of money. As an only child I received Mom and Dad's wealth. Never have to work again, but I do,' she replied.

'Nice.'

From that point on, we had a great conversation. Given our ages and geographic upbringing, we hit off. Bantering back and forth, laughing, teasing - but not sexual.

Damn I was having a good time.

We connected like we were friends for years.

I even stopped looking at those great tits, fantasies shut off.

It reminded me of the time when Dawn and I were dating.

We would sit in a booth and talk for hours. We lost track of time in the outside world, the bar closing down around us.

Will was great at keeping the Happy Hour drinks coming. I was getting a buzz. I hadn't had a crumb of food in eight hours.

The fantasies, the temptation was sneaking back in.

Me on top of her looking on that attractive face, her short hair splayed on the pillow. She begged for more and more of what I was giving her, pushing her pelvis up, trying to get extra inches inside her.

So tempted to touch my growing erection.

The next time Will brought a drink, garnering her attention, I let it out from my jockstrap. Freedom to grow!

The dinner crowd was filtering in, but we kept our two booth's and our distance.

When my phone rang, I jumped. It was Dawn.

I put my hand over the mic.

'I have to take this.'

I slid out of the booth and stood up.

My mistake. My rock hard cock pushing up against my shorts, the head peaking out of the bottom of a leg.

She saw it and smiled. I turned and walked through the crowd at the entrance. Some of them staring, some not noticing.

As I walked, more and more of my erection came out.

I heard a little boy say, 'That man's pee-pee is poking out.'

Now everyone was looking.

At the door, it was packed.

I had to squeeze between two women, the force of which caused my shorts to ride up, all of my cock out.

It was now up against the ass cheeks of a young woman.

She felt it. She turned around and shrieked, 'Streaker! Call the police.'

I heard Dawn say, 'Streaker? There is a streaker where you are?'

The crowd as packed outside as in the small indoor waiting area. My cock brushing up against people as I focused on making it to the car.

I heard a woman say, 'Look at that thing Martha! He is big!'

Martha said, 'Let's invite him to our place.'

My car was parked close by thank god!

I fumbled around trying to stuff my erection back in my jockstrap. It wasn't working.

'Dawn, let me call you back.'

I hung up and dropped my phone. I didn't see where it went.

Then I heard the sirens.

Louder and louder.

Two police cars show up.

'He is in that car. He had his dick out, rubbing it up against all the women,' someone said.

Another shout from the crowd, 'Fucking pervert! In a crowded restaurant, something wrong with that guy.'

'Officer! Arrest him! Get him out of our here.'

Fucking hard on won't go down. Can't get in my jockstrap.

A female and guy were standing at my passenger window.

The female with her phone out pointed at me.

She shouted out, 'He is stroking it! He is trying to cum! He gets off masturbating in public.'

The guy said, 'So disgusting!'

A woman behind her, 'Well, I don't know about that. Tracy look at that thing. Maybe we can help him!'

'Yeah, I volunteer.'

I looked forward. An iPhone in a girl's hand.

Fuck! She was videoing it too!

Oh no, oh no...

I gave up, my cock standing straight up, finally beginning to wilt.

I laid back on my seat and closed my eyes hoping this would all go away.

From the passenger window...

'It's shrinking. What a shame.'

'Get out of my way, I want to video it before he gets limp and get in on my OnlyFans. Maybe he will start stroking it again, I hope so. It's big!

A strong authoritative voice, 'Everyone clear out, get away from the car.'

Two knocks on my window.

I powered it down.

'Sir, I need your license and registration.'

I left my wallet in the booth.

'I don't have it.'

'Do you have a phone with pictures?'

'Yes I do.'

I looked over at the passenger seat, my phone was not there.

Looking around the front seat, I put my hand under the front seat, maybe I dropped it there.

He shouted to his partner, 'Gun!'

'No, no, no I was just looking for my phone.'

'Hands on the steering wheel, sir.'

I gripped it hard, like I was going to choke it.

'Sir, where is your handicap placard? You are in a handicap spot.'

'I have one, it's over here.'

I leaned over to the glove box.

He shouted in my ear, 'Stop! Hands on the wheel. Jim check for a gun in the glove box.'

'Sir, will you allow us to search your car?'

'Yes, of course.'

'Jim, find the gun.'

'Sir, please exit the car, kneel and place your hands above your head.'

I can't believe this is happening to me!

I started beating the steering wheel in frustration.

'No! No! No! No1'

'Sir, please exit the car.'

'I don't, I can't...'

'Jim, come help.'

Before I knew it, I was on the hood of my Telsa. My face smashed sideways. My hands behind my back, cold steel on my wrists.

Some guy came running up, shouting, 'Fucking pervert! Rubbing his cock on my wife's ass. Let me at him.'

Suddenly I was on my back, someone hitting my face.

He stopped or someone stopped him. There was scuffle on the ground in front of me.

One officer shoved the guy away.

'Get out of here or you will share a cell with this guy.'

He was shaking his fist at me, 'Fine with me, save me the time to find him and beat his pretty boy face before I cut his cock off.'

The three officers surrounded me and walked me to the police car

One opened the police car door and said, 'In.'

An officer sat next me.

'You are under arrest.'

He read me my rights.

The same angry guy ran up to the car, pounding on the window,

His voice was muffled but I heard him.

'This is not the end buddy. I will find you and cut your cock off. You will never rub it up against anyone ever.'

I saw one of the officers pull him away.

The guy threw his hands up then took his license out of his wallet. The officer took it and headed to the other car.

Fuck! What did I get myself into?

It's her, she is to blame. She is probably a hooker, lying to me, trying to get a paying customer.

I shivered with the thought, How can we have the wedding party dinner here? I am fucked, totally fucked.

If Dawn had just climbed on top of me. She is to blame too.

***

I have never been in a jail before. It was very cold.

We live in a small town so there are no separate jails for women and men.

The officer walked me down the hall past a cell with women who were obvious hookers.

'Check it out! We have a rich boy. Look at that pretty hair.'

'Ooooh, nice muscles, tight ass,' said another.

A third hooker, 'Hey Juice, a tight ass on this one. Your favorite.'

Then my cell.

Two guys.

One of slim build wearing a hoodie and same workout shorts I wear.

The other... a giant. Huge frame, big muscles wearing a track suit.

They waited till the officer left till they surrounded me.

'Well, well, a pretty boy at last,' said the hoodie guy.

He smiled. Every other tooth gone.

'Hey Billy, when you pull it out do a dick check for us ladies.'

With no warning he pulled my shorts down.

Billy hooted and hollered, 'Jockstrap, we have a jockstrap!'

The hookers started applauding then chanting, 'Dick check, dick check, dick check!'

Juice said, 'My kind of guy. His freeway entrance ramp is wide open.'

He squeezed my cheeks.

'Ladies, you were right. Tight ass! He has been working on it just for me.'

Billy pulled my jockstrap down.

Juice said, 'What the fuck are you doing?'

'You can pull it up when it is your turn you pervert.'

The guy is going to rape me! He can't! He can't!

Billy pulled me forward, Juice shoved me.

My shorts and jockstrap around my ankles, I stumbled.

'Step out of those pretty boy. I don't want you to get hurt. Well maybe a little hurt between your cheeks,' Juice ordered.

They worked together to shove me up against the cell bars,

Billy reached around to stroke my cock a few times, then shoved it between the bars.

'Fuck! Look at it. Damn. Move it closer to us.'

Another slam against the cell bars, closer to the hookers.

I saw a hand reach out. She touched my cock and started stroking me.

'Fifty bucks bet I can make him cum!'

Billy said, 'Enough. He is mine.'

'Yeah Billy likes cock more than pussy,' one of the hookers said.

Juice pulled me back.

Billy kneeled in front of me.

Juice squeezed my nipples till they were hard.

'Billy, this boy is cold. Look at his nips. I know you will give him your hoodie for payment.'

'Yeah, I will. Time to take what I want.'

Billy cradled my balls with one hand. With the other, he directed my semi-erect penis into his mouth.

Juice loosened his grip on me. I heard his workout bottoms drop to floor.

He kept saying to himself, 'Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Come on baby, show pretty boy what a big cock feels like in his tight ass.'

Enough is enough.

My Ranger training kicked in.

Juice had let loose of my arms to stroke his cock.

I grabbed Billy's head and kneed him in the jaw.

He fell backwards, banging his head audibly on the concrete floor.

Out. His body limp.

I swung around and elbowed Juice catching his ribs, knocking the breath out of him, probably breaking a couple.

He buckled to the floor writhing in pain.

I pushed him on the floor, pinned his arms to the ground and was about to knock him out when I heard someone approaching.

After slipping on my briefs, I stuffed my jock into my shorts pocket.

'What the fuck?' the jailer shouted.

'These two got in a fight,' I said.

'Boy will be boys. I thought they were buds. Betcha's they were fighting over you. Quite a treat for them.'

He opened the door and motioned to me. 'Come on.'

'What?'

'You are a free man.'

'What... how... who... I...'

'All charges dropped. Merry Christmas.'

'I don't understand.'

'I can let you stay the night if you prefer.'

'No, I am good.'

We walked past the hooker's cell.

'Aren't you booking our pretty boy with the big cock?'

'No, he is a free man.'

'Damn!'

The jailer asked, 'Did you ask for a dick check?'

The first one said, 'Oh no, I didn't.'

The second, 'Not me, I was finishing my knitting.'

They all laughed.

He looked at me and said. 'I get it. Don't blame you.'

We moved through a room and stopped at a window.

The woman said, 'I don't have shit for him. He had nothing when he was brought in.'

'Ok.'

He walked me out the front door and said, 'Have a good night.'

'Wait! wait!. I... how do I get home?'

He said, 'Not my problem.'

It had to be after midnight.

As best I can figure it was thirteen miles to home. Half a marathon. I am not supposed to run yet. Walking 4 hours to get home, maybe.

I sat down on the steps of police station, burying my head between my legs, my arms holding up my knees.

The step below me had a reflection of a blinking yellow light.

Wait! Marble steps don't have lights in them. It is irritating. It won't go away.

I looked up. Across the street was a car with it's emergency blinkers on.

Who the hell is waiting for.... it's my car! It's my Tesla!

I jumped up. Too fast, a twinge in my back.

Slow down cowboy.

It's my baby! I love that car.

I was staring at it and didn't see the oncoming vehicle.

The blare of their horn woke me up. I leaped backward, barely avoiding being run down.

I walked carefully to the car.

it was open. Keys, phone, handicap placard and wallet on the passenger seat.

This has to be a dream. How did my car get here?

I need my phone to summon it.

My wallet, I left it in the booth.

Who did this for me?

I turned on my phone.

It lit up with texts and VMs from Dawn.

I read and listened. All pleas to call her.

They stopped at 8 PM.

I looked at the call log. Someone called her at 7:45 PM for 15 minutes - from my phone!

I am so confused.

Who took care of me?

That mob back at restaurant wanted to cut my cock off.

I drove back home in a daze.

When will I wake up from this nightmare?

I sat in my car, parked in the garage. What do I say to Dawn?

Oh my god here she comes.

She whipped open the door, hugged and kissed me.

'Rowan I am so happy you are OK. I can't believe this happened to you. We need to sue the police.'

Now I am really confused.

'Are you OK? Did they beat you? I heard of people that happened to. Did you get attacked in jail? She said you were going to get you out as quickly as possible.'

'Who called you?'

'She said she was a friend of yours and saw the whole terrible thing. Thank god she took take of you. Who knows what would have happened to you overnight.'

'Did she tell you her name?'

'No, she didn't offer and I didn't ask.'

I sighed. I am wiped out.

She asked, 'Come in. Let's get you some food and off to bed.'

She made me feel so comfortable after such a chaotic evening.

Dawn brought out dinner left overs which I devoured.

A glass of wine and I was ready for bed.

I crawled into bed, pulled the cool sheets up. Dawn gave me a kiss goodnight.

'Love you Rowan.'

'Love you more Dawn.'

I was out like a light in minutes.

***

I felt something warm on my thigh. It moved up and down on it.

It was Dawn, her hand pulling my limp penis out of my pajama bottoms.

'Good morning Rowan.'

She kissed me gently, then harder, then harder all the while stroking my flaccid penis to an erection.

'I shouldn't have held back. This incident made me appreciate you more and more. I am so sorry. I am going to make it up to you.'