David the natural

by BRK   

A new suburban police officer finds he makes friends even more easily with a smart, sexy uniform to complement his good looks and playful smile.

David paused in front of the sandwich shop a moment to admire his rangy image in the store’s big plate glass window, on his way from his parked cruiser to get his first lunch as a freshly commissioned peace officer. It was such a bright and beautiful day the contrast with the interior made the glass practically a mirror, the dim goings-on within only showing as indistinct shadows behind the vivid outside world being reflected back at him.

David smiled proudly at what he saw: the clean, sunlit suburban main street of his new town; the bustling, friendly shops of his new beat; and the well-tailored look of his brand-new, all-black cop duds.

He touched the shiny black visor of his cap and offered a professional smile. “Howdy-do, sir,” he said politely, as though practicing interacting with his new felllow constituents. His medium-brown eyes glinted cockily in the reflection. “Patrolman Martinez at your service.” He liked the whiskey-tinged sound of his soft baritone in his own ears with its hint of transplanted Tennesse drawl, and he knew other folks did, too.

He looked over his reflection with approval. He wasn’t unusually handsome—maybe better than average, he decided, with dark slashes for eyebrows, smooth light-brown skin, and (until yesterday, anyway) thick, feathery black hair down to his shoulders. Most of the guys he’d intimately befriended and helped to climax over the years were as hot or hotter than he was, but David was cute enough, and well-proportioned, too. His reflection was not unattractive to his own man-appreciating gaze. And the uniform was definitely a plus, with all the patches and flaps and gear, the shield on the left and little shiny name badge that read MARTINEZ over his right breast pocket.

Even the rather severe haircut he’d impulsively gotten the day before was working for him. Sure, it left his neck more exposed than he was used to, and most of his remaining locks hidden under the hat; on the other hand, the radical trim had left him looking rather capable and authoritative, if he did say so himself—though his habitual easy smirk, twitching, long-fingered hands, and playful eyes were still very much in place.

His mom, bless her heart, had been all worried. All the trappings of being a cop might put people off, she’d said to him. For the first time in his life David might have to deal with people being on their guard around him and not as friendly and relaxed as he was used to. Not a chance!

David knew his mom was worried for nothing. People were always friendly around him. Especially guys. Especially all the hot guys David felt a ball-churning urge to feel close to and relieve their mutual sexual tension with. They were always extra-friendly, unselfconsciously shifting right into his personal space, their lively eyes telegraphing their interest and deep, unhinded amity.

It just happened. Part of the way the world worked. David’s lithe, defined body, his warm smile, his rock-solid demeanor—it drew people to him, almost literally. Everything about him put people at ease and brought them close, his mere presence warming their insides and washing away pesky, useless inhibitions.

That was the way it should be. Inches-away intimacy, guys getting hard and needing to cum? Normal. For him anyway. He had a sneaking suspicion that rocking a manly white police cruiser and a trim, well-made uniform—one that hugged his lightly muscled shoulders and tight, round, grabbable butt—might only increase the latent friendliness and ease of release that had been his life’s default with other men for pretty much as long as he could remember.

As if to prove his point, a buff, trim-bearded thirty-something stud caught his eye as he was walking past just then, looking strong and studly in a raspberry tee and dark, new-looking jeans that contrasted with his sturdy, battered-looking work boots. As he passed David he paused and turned, moving smoothly in to stand close to him, as though David’s gravitational pull had snagged him and pulled him into a close, intimate orbit.

David turned from the window to meet him, smiling at the handsome-faced townie. It was a mere movement away from his own—just like he was used to.

“Hi there,” he said softly, forgetting he’d been practicing a more formal greeting for his new fellow townsfolk. “Formal” didn’t really apply to most of David’s interactions anyway.

“Hi,” the newcomer said back. He was maybe two inches shorter than David, so his bright green eyes were just barely looking up at him, brimming with delight. He could almost feel the sexual heat building in the other man, and of course his own hot libido, and his equipment, responded automatically.

“Are you, uh, new in town, officer?” the man said, sliding a hand around David’s trim waist without seeming to realize it. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

David smiled wider. “First day,” he agreed cheerfully. “Call me… Officer Dave.” He tilted his smile, enjoying the way the other man’s eyes dropped to his mouth, then flicked back up, happy and wanton at the same time.

“I will,” the man promised. His free hand was lightly cupping David’s sharply defined jawline—again, the other man barely seemed aware of what his extremities were up to. “I’m Lewis.”

“What do you do, Lewis?” David asked conversationally, reaching down to gently brush his knuckles along the man’s thick, solid erection through the stiff fabric of his unbroken-in jeans. Lewis let out a contented breath through pursed lips, his hips leaning into David’s groping. The hand he had along David’s jaw slid back further to course across David’s newly bared nape, the action sending a light shiver up David’s spine, and he pulled in a slow, happy breath.

A group of middle-aged women passed by them, chatting excitedly about an upcoming town festival. They spared the duo a glance and moved on. David and Lewis ignored them entirely, focused only on the pure and perfect natural intimacy of their first meeting.

Lewis’s smile quirked. “I’m a handyman,” he said, green eyes glinting.

“Are you now,” David teased, stroking Lewis’s cock through the denim.

Lewis hummed in agreement. His lower hand, the one he had snuck around David’s waist, slithered down Davod’s form onto the curve of his snugly-encased ass. David smiled—Lewis’s grip was firm as he squeezed David’s glute. “It’s my life’s calling,” Lewis said proudly.

A commotion inside the sandwich shop interrupted their encounter. The shadows behind the plate glass window were moving around chaotically, and then, as David turned instinctively toward the propped-open glass door barely a foot to his right, a distressed-looking, well-built young man in a loose gray band-tour tee-shirt, ripped jeans, and a flapping red plaid lumberjack shirt burst out of the store. He had a paper bag in one hand and was obviously in full flight mode. From inside the store, almost predictibly, someone shouted “Stop! Thief!”

Before he even realized what he was doing, David had pivoted in Lewis’s light embrace and snatched the miscreant’s collars in a firm grip before the thief had even gotten halfway across the sidewalk. It wasn’t a finishing move, though, as the robber’s tee shirt and overshirt were so loose on him he was able to snake himself free of them, leaving him shirtless and free to get away, David uselessly clutching half the man’s outfit in his hand. The thief had his chance, then, and might have gotten away; but then he looked up at David and hesitated, eyes wide, and in that split second David grabbed him with both hands and threw him effortlessly over the hood of the nearest parked car—which happened to be David’s cruiser.

David moved in smoothly behind him, his hand splayed in the center of the thief’s nicely muscled back to keep him down while his groin pressed into his ass, David’s vertically positioned erection riding the miscreant’s crease through rgeir clothes.

The well-built thief struggled for a moment, then stilled, hard and tense, panting softly and flexing his glutes against David’s prick. His arms splayed in front of him and past his head, away from David, hands twitching like they wanted to grip onto something.

“You done, buddy?” David asked, his tone casual and friendly as he enjoyed the feel of the man’s muscular back under his palm and the squeezing of the man’s glutes against his prick.

The thief strained back to see David over his shoulder. “Please, officer,” he said urgently, rubbing his ass harder against David’s prick. “I… submit.”

David nodded. “Good man,” he said, letting the palm on the guy’s back start to very slowly wander appreciatively across the well-sculpted back, still pressing down enough for the thief to be kept in place if he struggled again. “Relax,” he added. “I got you.” The man still seemed keyed up, David thought, twitching as he bent over the police cruiser as though he hadn’t synced yet with his current situation. He’d be calmer soon enough.

“That was impressive, Mister Cop Man,” Lewis said, moving in behind David and wrapping his arms around David’s long, black-clad torso, one hand sliding up toward the pecs and the other finding his firm, flat abs. “I might need to get arrested myself.”

“Yeah?” David said, amused. He made sure his fine, round ass was pressing against Lewis’s crotch. “You been bad?”

“So bad.”

The portly, fortysomething shopkeeper appeared, regarding the prone form of the thief with a kind of angry satisfaction. He had a bald pate, a green tee under a white apron, and a thick, soup-strainer mustache. “That guy cleaned me out,” he seethed, pointing at the gym-rat thief. The bright morning sun glinted off the man’s balding pate. “I want to press charges! All the charges!”

The thief looked up urgently at David over his shoulder. “Yes, please,” he begged. “Press charges.”

David patted the tense, well-defined back, pushing in harder with his cock and groin. The thief didn’t quite suppress a moan. “Relax,” he said. “We’ll get there. What’s your name?”

“Th-Theo,” the thief said. He stopped straining his neck and laid his cheek on the metal, his tanned skin and dark curls a marked contrast with the white surface of the cruiser’s hood. He was still intensely wound up, David reckoned, but seemed ready to give himself over to the law.

“Nice to meet you, Theo,” David said, rocking his hard prick against Theo’s ass through their clothes. “I’m going to take care of you now, okay?”

“Please,” was the murmured response.

A crowd of spectators was gathering around them, taking in the scene and exchanging the occasional whispered comment. The shopkeeper stood among them, arms folded across his doughy chest. David, Lewis, and Theo ignored them, caught up in their own interaction.

Still loosely holding Theo down, David turned his head slightly to address his new handyman friend. “Since you’re in the vicinity already,” he suggested, nodding down toward his crotch and Lewis’s hand with a half-smile, “would you mind getting my belt and fly for me?”

Without comment, Lewis moved down and deftly undid the buckle on David’s standard-issue leather belt, then flipped the waistband button free and drew down the zipper of his fly. David pulled back an inch from Theo’s ass to give him room to do this, and then hand to hold Theo down a little more firmly to keep him from desperately backing up against him and closing the gap again. His little moans were audible over the light street noise of the busy town.

Man, this guy really needed his help, David thought.

David liked how Lewis was helping with the process and kept it going. “Now pull his pants,” he instructed. The muscular thief’s dungarees were as loose as the rest of his clothes, as David had already noticed, and Theo’s pale ass was quickly exposed. “There’s a packet of lube in my back pocket,” he told Lewis. “You know what to do.”

Without any need for further instruction, Lewis found the sashay of lubricant and opened it. Using one hand he freed David’s stiff, surprisingly wide eight-inch erection from the damp confines of his dark teal jockey shorts, lubing it generously with the other. David’s pulse quickened, and he turned his head back toward Lewis pressed in behind him. “You have strong hands, handyman,” he praised in a soft voice.

“Thanks,” Lewis said, squeezing Theo’s hard shaft as he stroked.

“Guide it in for me, would you?” he directed.

Lewis moved the blunt head of David’s cock along the inner reaches of Theo’s crack, looking for the tight hole that eagerly awaited the plunge. A moment later Lewis found it and David’s glans pushed in. He held his position a moment, gliding in slowly. His experience was that men’s asses were as happy to see David as the rest of them, and were uniformly glad of the intrusion; but David’s helping his new friends toward release was about, well, helping. He was a giver, not a taker, and right now he was giving his hard cock to this tight, hot, extremely welcoming ass.

“Yes, yes,” Theo babbled into his shoulder. “Yes, thank you. Give it to me.”

Lewis went back to feeling up David from behind with his unlubed hand, his rocking against David keeping rhythm with David’s over-the-cruiser-hood fucking. David felt kisses on his unfamiliarly bared neck, and his sexual heat rose another few notches. Quickening his pace, he expertly drilled Theo gainst the unforgiving surface of his cop car.

The intensity built up so rapidly in him that he was on the verge in seconds. Orgasms came swiftly to David, and usually to his friends, too. “Get ready to blow with me, Theo,” he growled. Theo grunted, all verbal articulation lost. “You too, handyman,” he added.

“Fuck yeah,” Lewis shot back indistinctly, too busy mouthing David’s neck to speak clearly.

Electric pleasure welled up in David and then he was blasting in Theo’s ass, his orgasm setting off a chain reaction that had Lewis and Theo grunting and erupting in their pants in a cascade of violent euphoria.

Finally, the climaxes subsided. Lewis slumped against David, holding him tightly from behind, while Theo went boneless over the cruiser hood, his manly tension finally released. David stood his ground—he was used to keeping his feet when those around him came, hanging onto him when their knees went to jelly.

Letting out a pleased breath, David disengaged from Theo and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him to his feet without force. Theo pulled up his pants as he gazed up at David adoringly. After a moment he noticed Lewis working on reassembling David’s fly and belt and bent to help.

“Well?” the shopkeeper huffed impatiently. “You done playing, or you going to arrest him and take him in?”

David cast him a negligent glance. Some of the crowd was dispersing, but others lingered, most of the men with obvious hardons. “Don’t worry, I’m taking him in all right,” he said. The shopkeeper started to bend over to retrieve the paper sack Theo had dropped when he was apprehended, but David snatched it up first, and the shopkeeper was forced to straighten empty-handed. “Evidence,” David explained. The shopkeeper nodded once, his face glum and irritated.

He unlocked the back of the cruiser and guided Theo into it. Once he was in and seat-belted he gave David a plaintive look. His hair was a mess of loose curls, and David wanted to push them all into place. “Will you come see me in lockup?” the man asked, already upset at not having David nearby.

“Sure,” David said. “Maybe I’ll even see if I can get you released under my recognizance. You’d probably have to stay with me, though,” he added, lifting a dark, clean brow.

The muscular, fuzzy-chested thief nodded fervently. “Okay!”

“What about me?” Lewis said, playfully objecting as though he were being ignored.

David smiled at him and opened the front passenger door for his new friend. “Oh, you’re definitely under my recognizance,” he said. “Let me give you a ride, and you give me a witness statement.”

“Sure.”

Lewis got in, and David closed both doors. Turning to the remaining onlookers he grinned and said, “All right folks, nothing to see here! Go on about your business.”

The crowd dispersed as instructed, a few of the men adjusting themselves as they wandered off. The shopkeeper glowered and shook a finger at him. “You see he gets what he deserves,” he admonished before sloping back into his shop.

David smiled contentedly after him, awash in the warmth of new friendship. “Absolutely,” he said.

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