Patrol After Dark (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

I had been rock hard for most of the night. The canceled date with Jenna still burned in my chest like a slow fuse. We were supposed to meet at seven for dinner then head back to her apartment where I planned to bend her over the couch and fuck her deep and rough the way she liked it. I had spent the whole afternoon thinking about sinking into her tight pussy and finally blowing a load inside her after a long week. Then her text came two hours before we were set to meet. Some vague emergency. She was sorry. Rain check.

The frustration sat heavy in my gut. My cock stayed half hard for hours afterward pressing against the front of my uniform pants with every movement. I needed release really fucking bad. Instead of going home to an empty house I volunteered for the double shift when Sergeant called about a sick colleague. Better to stay busy than sit around stroking myself to thoughts of what could have been. Now at two thirty in the morning, the cruiser cabin felt too warm. The seat cushion pushed up against my thick thighs and the duty belt rode low on my hips making my full balls ache with every bump in the road.

County Road Twelve stretched dark and empty ahead of me. No houses. No streetlights. Just wide fields on both sides and the occasional gravel shoulder perfect for pulling someone over without anyone else around. I kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting near my thigh feeling the constant throb in my groin. My uniform shirt stretched tight across my broad chest, the badge catching the faint glow from the dash. Years of lacrosse back at University of Wisconsin La Crosse had built this body with wide shoulders, thick arms and powerful legs that filled out every inch of the dark blue fabric. I was Officer Marcus Reed; six foot four and used to commanding respect. Straight. Cocky. In control.

But tonight control felt slippery. Every mile I drove reminded me how badly I needed to empty these balls. I shifted in the seat trying to adjust the thick length trapped down my left leg. It did not help. The ache only grew heavier.

Then I saw it. Taillights drifting along the road ahead moving faster than they should. I clocked the speed. Eighty in a fifty five zone. Perfect. I flipped on the lights and the siren gave one short whoop. The sedan eased onto the gravel shoulder and stopped. I took my time rolling up behind it. No other cars in sight. Just us out here in the middle of nowhere.

I grabbed my flashlight and stepped out of the squad car. The cool night air hit my face but did nothing to ease the heat in my crotch. My boots crunched on the gravel as I approached the driver side. I swept the beam across the rear plate then along the interior. When I reached the window I aimed the light inside and found him.

Charley Beckett according to the license he would hand me in a moment. Twenty eight. Lean build. Sharp cheekbones and feminine lips that looked soft even in the harsh flashlight glow. His eyes lifted to mine wide and nervous. Pretty. That was the word that hit me first. He had a pretty face. Smooth jaw. Dark lashes. Something about the way he looked up at me sent a fresh pulse through my already aching cock.

“License and registration,” I said voice low and steady.

He fumbled in the glove box then handed the documents over. His fingers shook just a little. I scanned them slowly letting the silence stretch. “You were doing eighty in a fifty five zone.”

“I know officer. Im really sorry. I did not realize how fast I was going. Long drive from Chicago and I guess I lost track.” His voice carried a nervous edge but he tried a small smile.

I crossed my arms over my chest letting him see the full width of my shoulders. The uniform pulled tighter across my pecs.

“I am sure you hear that a lot," he added, trying to keep things light. “But honestly you look like the kind of officer who knows how to handle these situations fairly. I mean that uniform fits you really well. Must take a lot of discipline to stay in that kind of shape.”

I did not smile. My face stayed hard.

He swallowed and kept going. “Is there any way we could work something out? I cannot afford points on my license right now. Maybe a warning? I would really appreciate it.”

His eyes flicked down towards my crotch for a second then back up. I stayed quiet letting him squirm.

“Come on, officer. You seem like a reasonable guy. Big strong guy like you probably does not need to write every ticket. Bet you have better things to do tonight.”

I finally spoke. “Speeding this late on an empty road is dangerous. Rules are rules.”

He bit his lower lip. That nervous gesture sent another throb straight to my groin. My cock had grown fully hard now straining obviously against the tight fabric of my uniform pants. The outline was thick and unmistakable.

Charley noticed. His gaze dropped again and lingered this time on my bulge. He licked his lips slowly almost unconsciously. When his eyes lifted back to my face they held a different heat. “You sure officer? I cannot do anything?” His voice had gone quieter. He stared right at the heavy bulge then up at me again. “I mean... anything at all.”

The air between us thickened. The night felt smaller. Just his open window, my tall frame blocking the empty road and the raw tension crackling in the silence. My balls ached heavier than ever. Hours of pent up need pulsed through me.

I leaned in slightly one hand resting on the roof of his car. My voice dropped lower. “You could get on your knees and take care of this problem for me. Then we forget the ticket.”I waited for his answer, my thick cock throbbing visibly in the tight confines of my uniform.

Charley looked up at me from the driver's seat, his pretty face flushed in the glow of my flashlight. He gave a slow nod, eyes dark with heat. No words, just that clear agreement.

I reached down and opened his car door wide letting it swing out. I stepped right in front of him positioning my tall frame so my body blocked any view from the empty road. The night stayed silent around us, no other cars, no lights, nothing but fields and darkness. He turned toward me in the seat, knees parting naturally as he faced me fully. Those sharp cheekbones and full lips looked even better up close. He lifted his gaze meeting my eyes with a mix of nerves and hunger.

I gave him a single firm nod.

His soft hands moved to my duty belt. Fingers worked the buckle open just enough to loosen it. He tugged my zipper down slowly and steadily. When he reached inside and pulled my thick heavy cock free into the cool night air. It sprang out heavy and urgent. Seven and a half inches of solid meat thick from base to tip with prominent veins running along the shaft. The flushed head already glistened with a steady leak of precum that had built up from hours of aching need. The whole length pulsed in the open air curving slightly upward, ready and demanding.

Charley stared at it, his lips parting. His soft hands wrapped around the base holding me gently at first as if testing the weight and heat. “Officer this is impressive," he whispered, voice low and breathy. “So thick.”

I grunted in response, my hand bracing on the roof of his car, fingers curling against the cool metal for balance. The position made my uniform shirt pull tight across my broad chest, the badge catching faint light with every breath. My powerful thighs filled out the dark blue pants now framing my exposed cock perfectly.

He leaned forward first dragging his tongue across the leaking tip collecting the salty precum that had been dripping for most of the night. “You are leaking officer,” he murmured before licking again slower this time savoring it.

The sensation shot straight through me. I grunted deeper chest rumbling as he swirled his tongue around the flushed head cleaning every drop. Then he opened wider and took me in. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped the head first, warm and perfect. He licked and sucked slowly… building the pressure with each pass of his tongue.

I pushed my hips forward just a little, guiding more of my length between those full lips. He sank deeper, taking half then more until I felt the tight squeeze of his throat around me. “Fuck that feels good.” His mouth worked me with a steady rhythm, soft hands still holding the base while his head bobbed. Every inch disappeared between his lips until his nose pressed close to my uniform.

I kept one hand planted firmly on the car roof, the other staying at my side at first letting him set the pace. My cock throbbed inside the heat of his throat. He pulled back for air strings of saliva connecting his lips to my shaft then dove down again taking me even deeper. His eyes watered but never left mine. Those needy eyes looked up at me with my cock buried down his throat begging for more.

“Yeah just like that,” I growled voice rough. “Take every inch.”

He moaned around my thickness, the vibration traveling straight to my full balls. I started thrusting harder now fucking his face with controlled power. My hips rolled steady driving my thick cock past his lips and into that pulsing throat. The badge on my chest bounced with each thrust, the metal clicking softly against my uniform shirt. My muscular frame towered over him, legs planted… wide boots firm on the gravel. The tight fabric of my pants stretched around my thighs framing the sight of my cock sliding in and out of his pretty mouth.

Charley took it all eager and willing. He swallowed around me, throat contracting beautifully every time I pushed my deep inside his mouth. His hands moved to my hips gripping the edge of my duty belt for support as I picked up speed. I fucked his mouth deeper loving the wet sounds filling the quiet night. Spit coated my shaft running down to my balls making everything messy and hot.

“You suck better than a chick,” I told him between heavy breaths, my voice thick with lust. “Way better. Keep going.”

He responded by relaxing his throat and letting me slide all the way in until his nose pressed flush against my body. Those needy eyes stayed locked on mine even as tears gathered at the corners. The sight of his smooth face stretched around my thick seven and a half inches sent fresh heat roaring through me. I held there for a moment savoring the tight squeeze then pulled back only to thrust in again.

My hand left the car roof and moved to the back of his head guiding him now. Not forcing, just directing the rhythm. I fucked his face with long deep strokes pulling out until only the head remained between his lips then driving back down his throat. His full lips looked perfect wrapped tight around my girth. Every vein on my shaft felt the glide of his tongue. Precum and saliva mixed dripping from his chin onto the seat below.

Hours of pent up frustration poured out in each thrust. The canceled date, the long double shift, the constant ache in my balls… all melted away in the heat of this stranger’s mouth. I groaned low and steady, my powerful legs flexing as I rocked into him. The uniform felt alive on my body, shirt tight across my chest, pants open just enough to free my cock and balls.

Charley sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks on the upstroke then opening wide for the next deep push. He looked so good like this needy and eager eyes watering yet shining with want. I thrust faster chasing the building pressure low in my gut. My balls drew up tight ready to unload.

“Fuck your mouth is perfect,” I muttered hips snapping forward. “I’m close.”

He swallowed every inch, throat pulsing around me as I face fucked him harder. The car rocked slightly under my braced hand. My badge bounced wildly now with the rhythm. Sweat beaded on my forehead under the uniform cap but I did not stop. The night air cooled my exposed skin contrasting the burning heat of his throat.

I lost myself in the sensation pulling his head forward to meet each thrust. His soft hands stayed on my hips encouraging me. Those needy eyes never broke contact even when I buried myself to the hilt and held. His throat squeezed rhythmically, milking me.

The pressure coiled tighter. My thighs trembled with the effort of holding back. I wanted to draw it out to make this last after all those aching hours but his pretty mouth felt too fucking good on my mouth. Too skilled like he’d sucked dicks before. Too willing and eager to please me.

I drove in deep one final series of thrusts, my hand firm on his head. My cock swelled thicker between his lips. The first pulse hit hard. I came with a deep groan flooding his throat pulse after heavy pulse straight down. Load after load from hours of buildup shot into him. He swallowed around me taking every drop without pulling away.

When the last spasm faded, I pulled out slowly my thick cock glistening. I tapped the heavy head on his tongue letting the final drops coat it. “Swallow it all good boy. Ticket waived.”

Charley swallowed hard around the last drops, his throat working visibly as he took everything I gave him. Those needy eyes stayed locked on mine even as he licked his lips clean. A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth like he had enjoyed every second of it. I stood there for a moment longer, my thick cock still heavy and sensitive in the cool night air. Seven and a half inches of spent meat glistened with his spit. I gave it one final tap against his tongue then tucked it back inside my uniform pants.

My fingers worked the zipper up smooth and steady. I buckled the duty belt back into place letting the familiar weight settle on my hips. The dark blue fabric stretched tight once more across my powerful thighs hiding everything away like nothing had happened. My badge sat straight on my broad chest again catching the faint light. I looked exactly like the same Officer Marcus Reed who had walked up to his window minutes earlier. Tall. Muscular. In complete control.

I reached into my pocket and handed him his license and registration without a word. He took them with slightly trembling fingers but his eyes held a fresh spark. “Drive safe," I said, voice low and firm. “Keep it under the limit from here on. I don’t want to see you pulled over again tonight.”

Charley nodded quickly. “Yes officer. Thank you.”

I turned away from his open door and walked back to my squad car. My boots crunched steadily on the gravel. My legs felt solid again, the deep ache in my balls finally gone after all those long hours of pent up need. The double shift no longer weighed on me. That canceled date with Jenna felt like a distant thought. I had found my release in the most unexpected way and it had been better than anything I imagined.

Sliding behind the wheel, I killed the flashing lights and watched his sedan pull back onto County Road Twelve. His taillights faded into the darkness. I sat there for a minute letting the quiet night wrap around the cruiser. My uniform felt right again, shirt snug across my chest, pants fitted perfectly over my muscular frame. No one would ever know what had just happened out here. Not a soul around to see. Just another traffic stop on a quiet stretch of road.

I started the engine and eased back onto the pavement. A slow satisfied grin crossed my face as I drove on. Straight as always. Cocky as hell. And completely in control. The rest of the patrol stretched ahead of me, calm and empty. Nothing more than another night on duty.────────────────