"So, you're my new partner!"
His voice took me off guard. I was sitting in the waiting room of the Precinct reading an article in this pulp detective magazine. This was my first day on the force as Rookie. I had just graduated from the State Police Academy with top honors. My Dad was overjoyed that his youngest son was following in his footsteps as a cop. My two other brothers studied law and have their own law firm together up in Buffalo. Dad has a working class mentality; he thinks all lawyers are crooks. He doesn't like to mention to any of his cronies that his two older sons were attorneys. I was now his pride and joy.
"Yes Sir!" I said, standing up.
"I'm Officer Krupitsky." The big dark-haired cop offered me his brawny hand in friendship. "I was told we were assigned to work together for the next few weeks."
"Uh, yes Sir," I answered, "I believe you're right."
"Cut the 'Yes Sir' crap. I ain't that formal. Shit, I ain't that old either. Just turned 36 last month. Call me by my first name, Alex."
"No problem," I said, "my name's Jack."
"Yeah, I know who you are," Alex answered, "already heard that I got the Old Sarge's son for a partner."
"Yeah, my dad misses the force since his retirement last year. But I don't expect any special treatment just because I'm his son."
"Hell no," the big cop answered, placing his beefy arm across my shoulders, giving me a bear hug, "not from me anyway. I treat all rookies equal! Come on, car's outside!"
Krupitsky led me through the back door out into the parking lot where all the cruisers were stored. We had car number 293. I was nervous going out into the streets of Brooklyn as a new cop. This was the real world now. School was over.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted. The morning wasn't too bad; just routine stuff, couple of speeding tickets and so on, but the afternoon was like all hell broke loose. We got called into the Projects where two gangs were fighting. I was scared to death, especially when that one young black guy got knifed to shreds. He was barely alive when the ambulance took him to the hospital. All I want now is a nice warm shower and to sit in front of the tube with a couple cans of beer.
The doorbell rang as I was rinsing off in the shower. Shit, who can that be, I thought. I wasn't in the mood for long talkative visitors. I grabbed my bath-towel and pried the front door opened about an inch.
"Hey, pal, it's me! Alex!"
I unlatched the chain and opened the door all the way. Alex stood there wearing his uniform, carrying a six-pack in each hand.
"Can I come in and celebrate your first day on the force?"
"Uh, yeah," I answered, not knowing what else to do.
"Shit, am I bothering something important?" Alex asked.
"Naw, why?"
"Uh, you being naked and all. Thought maybe you got a little woman in there, banging her or something."
"Cut it out, man," I answered, "I just stepped out of the shower. Lemme go get dressed."
"Oh," he stammered. I embarrassed him.
"Go ahead and sit down in the living room," I said, " and I'll be right back."
I led him into my living room and turned the TV on. The evening news was showing the small riot we were in at the Projects this afternoon. For the first time I saw myself on television.
"Damn," Alex started, "You look like a real Rambo there Jack!"
"Ah shut-up!" I said, teasingly. "Lemme get something to snack on in the kitchen for us. I haven't eaten supper yet."
"Hey, lemme cook somethin' for you then!" Alex got up before I could answer and went into my kitchen. He began opening the cupboard doors, pulled out a frying pan and some spices and began breaking eggs open into a bowl. "I learned this from my Polish mother. She was a great cook! You'll like this. Tastes great with beer!"
The man was right. Whatever the omelet was called that he whipped up tasted fantastic after such a gruesome day. We were on our third beer when I realized that I was still wearing my bath-towel.
"Shit, man, I forgot to get dressed!" I exclaimed, "I'll be back in a minute!"
"Hey," Krupitsky answered, "you don't have to get dressed on my account."
Was that my imagination, or did the beefy Pollack just rub his crotch as he said that?
He reached over with his big cop hand and pulled the towel away from my waist. I stood there naked in front of him. I could feel a burning sensation in my face.
"You're not bad looking, Jack!" he said, winking his right eye at me.
I was too stunned to answer. What, is this big dude gay or something?
"Like I said earlier today, I treat all Rookies equal! You gonna be trained by the best!"
"But," I began to stutter, "I'm not into that shit!"
"What shit?" Alex asked.
"I'm not into guys."
"Don't lie, buddy," he answered, as his hand began to caress my hairy left leg. Goose bumps covered my arms. "I know a queer when I see one."
How could he have known that I secretly fantasized trying it with another man?
"Hey, man," I said, "I just started on the force today. I don't want to loose my job already. That would kill my old man."
"What would kill him?" Alex asked, "That his youngest son is gay?"
"Quit using that label," I yelled, "I'm not queer!"
"Buddy, you been looking at my box all day. I ain't stupid you know."
Alex's hand had worked it's way to just below my balls. My dick was hard as a rock now. I was leaking pre-cum fluid. Shit, my own cock was betraying me!
The big cop began to rub his own crotch with his left hand. His right hand grabbed a hold of my balls. Damn, did it feel good! I almost came as a jolt of sexual electricity charged through me from his manly touch. Before I knew what happened, Alex had his hot mouth wrapped around my rock-hard prick and was gently sucking on it. His thick bristly moustache tickled the skin of my dick. Damn, I had never felt anything so good before in my life! I looked down and watched as this hot Polish cop bobbed his beefy tanned face up and down on my swollen eight-inch Irish cock. I was close to cumming. He was pulling on my sack and massaging my balls. Suddenly I felt the point of no return. My swollen dick spasmed and shot a stream of hot semen into Alex's cum-hungry mouth. I watched as the big cop sucked with gusto and swallowed every drop that my cock was shooting out.
In few seconds it was all over. Alex let my half-soft dick slide out of his mouth. He looked up at me and grinned. A drop of white cum was hanging on his black moustache, looking like a piece of snot.
"You're one hot little fucker, man!" he exclaimed. Alex stuck his tongue out and lapped away the last drop of sperm that was oozing out of my sensitive piss-slit. I was in a state of shock. I couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Damn," I started, "you can't tell anybody what just happened!"
"Mum's the word, Jack! Now I want you to return the favor!"
"I never sucked another guy off!" My head was reeling. Should I chance it?
"You can practice on me!"
Alex got up and began to undo the front of his uniform. I was pulled to the floor like a magnet, landing on my knees in front of his protruding crotch. He placed both of his hands on my head and pulled my face into his box. For the first time in my life, my face was nozzled in the crotch of another man. I lost all reasoning and stuck my tongue out into the open slit of Alex's white boxershorts. My tongue searched through the dense pubic forest until it found the base of his fat penis. The manly odor of his sweaty
crotch attacked my nostrils. He hadn't showered yet, so was ripe in masculine smells. I was intoxicated.
"Yeah, little buddy," Alex whispered, "go ahead and pull my dick out!"
At this point in the game, I didn't need any coaxing. I reached up and slowly pulled the dark-blue uniform trousers down until they rested on his black shiny police shoes. I stuck both of my thumbs under the elastic of his white shorts and pulled them down, freeing his rockhard Polish sausage from its cotton prison. The huge prick slapped backwards against his hairy belly with a thud.
"Make love to that piece of meat, man!" the cop whispered, "make me feel real good tonight!"
I wrapped my right hand around his swollen member and guided the fat uncut prick into my mouth. My tongue played with his fleshy foreskin, working it backwards until his entire dickhead was naked in my mouth. I was now tasting some of the smells I had the pleasure to inhale a few moments ago.
"Ahhh," the beefy Pollack moaned in sexual pleasure.
I wrapped my tongue around the spongy ridge of the glanshead and began to lingually masturbate him. His hips began to buck forward into my face. He placed his brawny cop-hands on the top of my head and pressed my face deeper into his sweaty male crotch. I wanted to swallow his meat all the way down to the hairs. I wanted to give him the best blow-job of his life!
"Oh baby," Alex moaned, "you're good!"
My lips were hugging the swollen rock-hard shaft as I slowly swallowed every inch of the long fat fuck-pole. My nose was now nozzled in his dense swarthy pubic bush. I inhaled again, savoring his heady crotch aroma. My hands found his low-hanging ballsack. He had the balls of a fucking bull! I began to pull on the hairy sack as the big cop let out a few new groans. I could feel his balls tighten in their sack as the bucking speed of his beefy hips increased. The cop was close to cumming. I was going to be privileged to drink his sperm!
"Yeah," he moaned again, "oh yeah, suck it, man. Suck my friggin' dick!"
I continued working my mouth up and down his massive uncut shaft. His balls were swollen with hot-cop sperm that wanted to be released.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
I positioned his dick so that just the mushroom-shaped head was in my mouth. His fuck-pole suddenly erupted and shot a wad of hot cop cum against the back of my throat. The cop continued to shot his thick healthy police semen into my hungry mouth. My throat was coated with the tepid sticky fluid. I couldn't swallow all of it. Some of his sperm began to leak out of my mouth. It dropped unto my new carpeting.
Alex's powerful dick spasmed one more time as the last wad of semen oozed out of the now spent fountain of cop-cum. I drained my partner of his load. I waited until his dick was half-hard before letting it slide out of my mouth.
"Oh wow, buddy!" He exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his brow, "that was hot! You are one great copsucker!"
I got up off of my knees. Reality suddenly dawned on my. Shit, I had sucked on another man's dick!
"Hey man," I stuttered, "you promised not to tell about this, right?"
"Don't worry, Jack," Alex exclaimed, wrapping his big muscular arm around my naked shoulder. "Shit, this is our little secret!"
"Damn, what would my Dad think if he knew what I had just done?" I asked myself out loud. A sinking feeling came over me.
Alex increased the pressure of the bear hug and caressed my left cheek.
"Why do you think your Dad misses the force so much?"
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