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traffic stop | cop x top male reader

older bottom, f-slur used, semi-public

“do you know why i pulled you over?”

“uh, no sir?”

he sighed, hands on his hips. the blaring sun was shining down behind him, cooking you through the open window.

the freeway was a barren place, desert for miles and you on a little solo-trip on semester break. you hadn’t been going that fast, right?

“you were doing one-thirty in a seventy-five.”

“oh shit,” it was instinctual, you covered your mouth a hand, clearing your throat, “i didn’t realize, i’m really sorry sir.”

he sighed again.

he seemed maybe forty, not a city cop, more like a sheriff. gray and black beard, a crisp uniform and hat, he filled the uniform out nicely. he wore dark shades, and when he tipped them down to make eye contact you could see he was handsome, rugged, a five o’clock shadow across a sharp jawline, a strong nose and a piercing gaze.

“i’m sure you are, son, but i have to write you a ticket.”

“please,” you tried, “i really didn’t mean to… i usually don’t, i really am sorry.”

he sighed again, the small paper and pen in hand. he seemed to consider it as he tapped the end on the page and looked down the road in both directions. his steely gaze focused back on you, his hands lowering with the ticket in hand.

“real sorry, huh.”

“yes sir.”

“well, why don’t you just prove that to me, hm?” he smirked under the shades, sliding his stuff into his pocket.

“show you? sir.”

“take your cock out.”

your jaw opened slightly, the nerves in your body shifting to an excited rush. your hands froze to the wheels but your cock quickly filled to erection.

“sir?”

“you heard me,” he nodded casually toward your crotch, noting the tent, “take it out.”

you gulped and nodded, “yes sir.”

your hands shook going for your belt and zipper, tugging yourself to the relief of not being constricted in your jeans. he hummed to himself, shifting on his foot to look closer at your member. you found yourself getting red under his eyes, still covered by the dark shades.

“you’ve got a nice big dick, boy,” he said finally, each word bringing a pulse to your dick, he reached through the window and grasped your shaft, his palm rough and strong.

a moan stifled in your mouth, as his hand gently squeezed around its girth. he slowly jerked it upwards, seeming to be amused at how you squirmed under his grasp, head laying back as your mouth parted in a silent plea.

“attaboy,” he whispered gruffly, “boys your age… always hard and horny. can only think about busting.”

“yes sir,” you moaned weakly, your hips rolled experimentally, a bead of precum forming from your piss-slit.

he chuckled deeply as you thrusted your cock through his hand, moans bitten back through your teeth. your hands relaxed to your sides, a desperate groan escaping you.

“sir…”

“you wanna nut boy?”

“yes, sir, officer.”

he squeezed your shaft, bringing another groan out of you as he leaned into the window, his face coming close to yours. he dipped his sunglasses off, a smirk on his lips.

“i’ll make you nut in my ass, boy, you like that?”

you groaned, nodded, “yes sir.”

“good.”

he gripped your chin and crashed your lips together, capturing your tongue when you gasped. his stubble rubs against your skin, his mouth sucking your tongue inside. his hand jerked your cock, each pull drawing a moan into his mouth. your hands explored up his arms, feeling the strong muscles under his uniform, gripping his forearm that stroked you.

he pulled back biting your lip, a grin growing at your expression, lustful and eager. he pulls the door open, backing so he can kneel infront of you, you check the road behind him again as he shifts you forward, your cock hard and bouncing as he grabs the base, his lips pressing a kiss to your tip.

“what if someone drives by?”

he chuckled and wet his lips, “might slow down.”

he swallows both your protests and cock, his warm mouth encasing your dick in the wet bliss as your tip reaches his throat, settling his chin against your balls, his nose to your pelvis. you groan loudly, your voice lost in the wind of the open air. his head bobbed up and down on you, your hand clutching his head as he swallowed gags around your cock, his spit dripping down your shaft. he pushed his head all the way down and held it there, your eyes rolled back as your thighs spread, a moan escaping you.

he pulled up red and gasping, his mouth dripping with spit, and grinned, palming himself through his pants.

“fuck yeah boy,” he gasped.

he tugged your pants off over your sneakers, roughly standing you up and stripping your shirt off, tugging you into another kiss. your naked body felt the warmth of the sun, his rough hands clutching your body, his mouth on yours, the salty taste of your own precum on his lips. you groaned into his mouth, your hands clutching his ass.

standing up you realized you’re a bit taller than him, and his butt feels big and soft in your hands. you moaned when he pulled back, grabbing you by the wrist to lead you around to his patrol car parked behind yours. you walked behind him half dazed, rock hard and naked in the freeway. he threw open the backseat door and crawled in, on his hands and knees, his back arched and fat ass presented to you.

“open your gift boy, you’re paying apologies like a real stud.”

you felt your mouth water as your hands moved to undo his belt, thick with his equipment, and tugged down his pants. his ass was hairy, two thick globes separated by a red string—panties. and under that string was the thick base of a buttplug. your cock ached, and you moved the string to the side, grabbing the plug and pulling it loose.

“ah, fuck!” he moaned.

his hole was wet with lube, slightly gaped by the plug and winking invitingly at you. with a smile you dove in, your tongue slipping through his sloppy ass and finding his sensitive areas like a magnet. he moaned with abandon in the back of the squad car, tongue hanging out of his mouth, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy pecs, sweat dripping down his neck.

you moaned making out with his cunt, mixing your saliva to spit into his ass, letting your fingers explore his pussy. he reached down to jerk his cock, dripping with pre and making his ballsack bounce against your chin. you groaned, standing up to catch your breath, and moved closer to smack your cock against his ass. he shuddered, looking back at you from his position.

“you want my cock, old man?”

“yes! fuck me,” he moaned.

“need your whore-ass filled by a young stud,” you smacked his ass, watching his cheeks jiggle.

“fuck yes,” he groaned into the seats, “use me.”

you reached forward to grab his hat, placing it on your head with a mischievous grin.

“i would read you your rights,” you grabbed the handcuffs from his belt, clicking each around his wrist, “but this pussy is mine right now anyway.”

he groaned again, more exasperated than anything. it changed to a deep moan as your cock entered his ass, his hot wet walls welcoming you in deep. his reverberated with his moan, your own escaping you—mouth agape, and head leaning back. you gripped the cuffs and began to thrust, your hips slamming against his ass, his hole squelching with every thrust.

“yes fuck,” he huffed, “harder!”

you hummed with pleasure, watching your dick disappear inside him with a smirk. the older man squirmed with every rough thrust that rocked his body forward, his face smushed against the seat, a sloppy grin on his face and his eyes rolled back.

you looked up to view the road again, before pulling him up by wrapping your arm around his neck. you moved him from the seat to slam his chest against the hood of the car, planting your foot beside him and mounted him again.

“what are y- uhn,” he moaned with the rough thrust, “fuuuck.”

“shit,” you huffed, pushing his waist down as you pile drive your cock in him, “you’re slutty ass is even tighter now,” you wrap your arm around him again, leaning down as your cock pushed even deeper, “you’ll like getting fucked in the open, right officer?”

he cried out weakly, his hand grasping your forearm.

“i’m so close…” he whispered, his voice rough and low.

“fuck, cum on my cock.”

you thrust at a deep brutal pace, his back arched and meeting your hips. you held his hands by the cuffs, trapping him under your weight, head thrown back as you chased your orgasm. he groaned loudly, his hole clenching down tightly as he cums, his cock painting the hood.

“fucking faggot,” you growled into his ear, panting as you get closer to completion, “i’m gonna breed you so deeply.”

“get me pregnant,” he moaned, grabbing the back of your head, his eyes met yours, “give me all that young cum, kid.”

your eyes rolled back as you came, fucking your load deep inside him. he groaned with your final thrust, before you stepped back and slid your cock out to view his creamed hole, lewdly arched in the air, the sun giving his skin a nice glow. you huffed, and looked around at the empty road.

“holy shit,” you gulped, stood naked by the side of the road, cock dripping with cum, “uhm, so am i good to go?”

he chuckled, standing from the hood and jerking his head back, “why don’t you take these off first.”

“We were overstaffed, so they sent me home,” I reported, noting his apprehension. “What? Is that, like, a problem for you?”

“No,” Dad dismissed. “It’s just that I—uh—I’ve sort of got—”

“You’ve got a hookup coming over,” I cut him off.

“Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly. “He’s gonna be here any minute.”

The divorce had been good for Dad. With my nagging mom out of his life, he began to put some serious work into himself. By lifting weights and eating right, Dad lost the beer belly and had packed on some serious muscle. Almost overnight, he was a total zaddy.

Dad found more than just a new body at the gym—he found easy sex with guys. Getting his big dick sucked by a sauna slut was a revelation for him. He no longer needed the hassle of sex with women—the dating, the romance, the drama. Sex with men was, well, just sex. No strings. Pump, dump, and go.

Unapologetically, Dad started dragging home guys to fuck on a regular basis. Most of them were my age or younger—often barely legal. It was impossible to ignore the psychology behind that, but it was really none of my business. My dad supported me without question when I came out to him in my teens, and now I owed him the same.

It became fairly common for me to awake in the middle of the night to the sounds of Dad giving it to some young guy—the bed springs squeaking, the headboard hitting the wall, Dad grunting his load into yet another wrecked hole. And so I wasn’t surprised to learn Dad had invited over a hookup when he thought I’d be at work.

“I’ll stay out of your hair,” I promised Dad. “Is this one a regular?”

“A regular?” Dad laughed. “Life is too short for regulars. Nah—he’s just a piece of ass I found on Grindr, looking to get his boy pussy dominated by a hung daddy like me.”

But before I could respond, the doorbell rang. Dad lunged for the door, opening it to reveal a blond twink who looked not a day over eighteen. With his lithe body and tight ass, I knew Dad was going to eagerly enjoy pulverizing his cunt.

“I’m confused—are you guys tagging me?” the twink asked, taking me in as he entered the house.

“No,” Dad insisted quickly. “He’s my son, but he’s not joining us.”

“Okay,” the twink shrugged as Dad steered him back to his bedroom, his hand on the boy’s ass.

I knew it was sick. I knew it was fucked up. But I enjoyed eavesdropping on Dad when he was fucking a guy. It was like having live porn in the house, though just the sound. But hearing those sounds—the moans, groans, and grunts—could really get me off.

“That’s it—fucking choke on it,” I could soon hear Dad growling, the boy retching on Dad’s big dick. Dad loved receiving oral and rarely fucked a guy’s ass without first ramming his throat. “Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” Dad admonished.

“Sorry,” the boy croaked. “You’re thick as fuck.”

“All the more reason you’re gonna love it up your ass,” Dad rejoined playfully, with what sounded like his cock slapping against the boy’s cheek.

Dad soon delivered on his promise, the boy screaming his head off as Dad penetrated his tight hole. “Slow up—slow up,” the twink begged, his voice echoing through the house. “You’re so fucking big.”

But Dad didn’t slow up, as evidenced by the sounds of him grunting as he thrusted deeply into the boy over and over again. Skin slapping skin, the headboard hitting the wall. Dad was giving it to him hard.

“Spread those legs—open that cunt wider for me,” Dad ordered as the twink moaned like a bitch in heat. “Yeah. You’re gonna get my cum soon.”

Dad wasn’t kidding—pumping his load deep into the boy with a loud, “FUCK,” that shook the walls of the house.

“Breed me,” the twink begged. “Yeah—fucking seed me.”

The house was remarkably quiet after Dad dumped his load in the twink. I knew it would be just a matter of minutes before the boy did his walk of shame in front of me, Dad steering him to the front door, never to return.

As predicted, Dad’s door creaked open, footsteps in the hallway. But Dad was alone, naked, his big cock wet and glistening with lube and cum.

“You want to fuck him?” Dad offered. “He wants to have his ass tagged.”

Jesus, this was fucked up—but so fucking hot. Scrambling to my feet, I pulled off my clothes as Dad led me to his bedroom. I was rock hard before crossing the threshold.

“Your cock looks just like mine,” Dad winked. “I’m glad to see you that you inherited my—endowment.”

I paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of the twink on all fours atop the bed. From his gaping hole leaked my Dad’s pearly load—the primordial ooze of my own existence.

“As you can see, you’re not gonna need lube. He’s ready to go,” Dad observed, pushing me into the bedroom. “Now fuck the slut.”

Gripping my hard cock in my fist, I stepped up to the plate and pushed into the twink as he sighed in delight. I slid into his depths effortlessly, his stretched hole already used and abused by Dad’s big dick.

The feeling of Dad’s warm load coating my shaft as I made my first deep strokes was sublime. No synthetic lube can compare with the natural viscosity of another man’s cum.

“You like his big cock up your ass?” Dad hissed into the twink’s ear. “You like getting dicked down by a father and his son?”

“Yes,” the boy croaked, his puffy hole straining against my girth. “His big cock feels so good inside me.”

Dad moved behind me, his hands massaging my shoulders like I was a boxer about to go into the ring. “You like his cunt?” Dad inquired, his hot breath at my ear. “You like fucking him with my load in his guts?”

“Yes, Dad,” I nodded, pounding the shit out of the moaning twink, his hands gripping the bedsheet as I pummeled his wet hole. “His cunt feels so fucking good.”

“You gonna take his load?” Dad turned his attention urgently back to the twink. “You gonna let my son cum up your ass?”

“Yes,” the boy nodded breathlessly.

“I can’t hear you,” Dad persisted. “Tell me you want his cum. Tell me you want to be bred by a father and his son—both our loads swimming in your cummy hole.”

“I want your loads,” the twink voiced louder. “I want to be bred by a dad and his son.”

“Because you’re a slut,” Dad prompted.

“Because I’m a slut,” the twink cried out, gripping the sheet tighter as I rammed him harder.

“Good,” Dad smiled. Turning to me, he gave my marching orders: “Dump your load in this slutty motherfucker.”

As if on cue, my balls responded promptly, my cock throbbing, my shaft swelling. “FUCK,” I grunted, the walls shaking as my cock erupted inside the twink’s used pussy.

“Damn,” Dad marveled, his hands on my shoulders once more. “You even sound like me when you cum.”

With my balls emptied, I pulled out of the twink, my load commingled with dad’s load as it leaked from that wrecked cunt. Swiping up our cum soup with his fingers, Dad fed it to the twink.

“Yeah, taste our loads together,” Dad ordered as the twink ravenously lapped up the melange of cum from Dad’s fingers.

“Show him to the door,” Dad announced suddenly as he ambled to the bathroom, his work done. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“That was fucking hot,” the twink shared, pulling on his clothes, cum still leaking from his pulverized boy pussy. “You think you two might like to fuck me again?”

“Sure,” I lied, knowing Dad was too eager to sample life’s buffet, never wanting to eat the same meal twice.

Dad grilled up some steaks for dinner. Over a few beers, we compared notes on the slutty twink, Dad also sharing anecdotes of the many guys he had bagged in recent months. It was fun being able to talk to him about sex like a buddy and not just my dad.

I was watching TV in bed later that evening when Dad suddenly appeared in my room, thrusting his phone in my face.

“What do you think of this guy?” Dad asked, a photo of a half-naked bear cub in a lascivious pose on the screen, his hairy body begging to be defiled. “He’s down to be tagged by us tonight. And he says he’s looking for something called DP. What the fuck is that?”

“DP—you know—double penetration,” I informed Dad. “He wants both our cocks in his cunt at once.”

“Christ, that’s hot,” Dad gasped, his shorts tenting as he quickly pinged our address to the cub. “He says he’ll be here in ten minutes.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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