Chapter 1
His morning hard-on grated against the bathroom sink as he sleepily brushed his teeth. He had been dreaming about yesterday's experience with a young man with a knapsack at the bus station. The large stiff cock in the young man's hand remained in his memory, and what could have been a really hot blow-job.
Mark and Dick had been sitting in the waiting room, casually glancing through a newspaper. Mark caught the dark eye of the young man across the room, and got a wink in return. Then the man went to the men's room, Dick and Mark exchanged glances, and Mark casually sauntered into the men's room after him. The man was standing at the center urinal of the long row, taking a leak. Mark stood two urinals away and took out his cock. He glanced over at the young man and could see a rather large, soft cock held loosely. As Mark stared, the man dropped his hand so Mark could see the entire prick. It was thick, and, as Mark watched, started to rise as the urine stream tapered off. Mark caressed his own prick and it started to rise in response. He continued his masturbatory motion, and soon the big cock was at full staff.
The young man looked back and gasped at the size of Mark's cock. Fully nine inches of thick muscle protruded stiffly from Mark's fly, and black pubic hairs also peeked out around the base. Mark gently caressed his cock, but did not hide it from view.
The young man abruptly removed the knapsack from his shoulders without putting his cock away. Apparently he wanted to give full attention to the huge cock being offered to him. His long brown hair fell over his shoulders, and he brushed it back, one hand remaining on his rigid prick.
At that point Dick had walked in. The young man hastily hid his boner from Dick's view, but Dick smiled reassuringly and walked to the urinal on the other side of the man. He took out his own cock and began to stroke it. The response was slower, but soon he showed a thick, hard cock almost as large as Mark's, and was playing with it openly. The young man relaxed and leaned back from the urinal, showing himself plainly, convinced that both the men were available and safe.
He looked from one cock to the other, but decided on Mark. He moved to the urinal directly beside Mark's. Dick merely smiled and nodded. Mark, as usual, maintained a bland expression.
The young man watched Mark caress his cock for a few minutes and then tentatively, slowly reached out with one hand. Mark turned toward him slightly, and the hand grasped the rigid prick firmly. He ignored Dick, concentrating on the delicious cock Mark had made available.
Dick watched the action for a moment, smiling at Mark. Mark tried to keep his face blank, but the young man's hand was exciting him and he tensed in pleasure. He couldn't help noticing Dick's big cock, also obviously excited. The cockhead was much thicker than the shaft, and looked deep pink, as if it might cum soon.
Reluctantly and surreptitiously, Dick returned his erection to his pants as the young man slowly dropped to his knees in front of Mark. Just as the young mouth reached the broad cockhead, Dick pulled out his wallet, showing the police badge.
He growled, "You're under arrest!"
The young man stopped in his descent down the thick cockshaft, startled. He whirled around to see Dick with his badge in his hand.
"What? I thought...?" He glanced up at Mark, who was replacing his cock in his pants with considerable difficulty. The hot mouth had felt awfully good for that brief moment.
"That's right, buddy, you're under arrest for lewd behavior," Mark stated flatly, looking sternly down at the boy still kneeling in front of him.
"You guys are both cops?" the boy asked unbelievingly, shaking his head. Both Dick and Mark nodded silently. The boy, still stunned, rose to his feet, his face drawn and pale.
"I guess it was just too good to be true," he sighed.
Dick put the handcuffs on him while Mark recited his rights to the young man. The fellow was silent.
As they started to leave the john, Mark whispered to Dick, "Better zip up your fly." His erection was still obvious, as was Mark's.
Dick grinned sheepishly, zipped up, and grabbed the dropped knapsack. They took the young man to the station.
The moment of the warm mouth swallowing his aroused cock stayed with him as he shaved carefully around his luxuriant black mustache which he had grown to go with his assignment to the vice squad. The sergeant thought it made him look sexier, and it did contrast well with his olive skin and the wavy black hair which now grew longer on his neck. Mark Fellows thought back to the day in the shower at the police station when he noticed Captain Grimes looking him over, especially staring at his heavy cock hanging over the big balls and the thick nest of black hair in his groin. Mark had just turned twenty-five, and had been on the force three years. But this was the first time the captain had shown any particular interest in him.
"Drop in my office tomorrow morning before going on duty," the captain had said as Mark was drying off in front of his locker.
"Sure, Captain. What's it about?" Mark was curious.
"I'll tell you tomorrow," the captain growled and walked out of the locker room.
The next morning the captain explained.
"You probably know we have a pretty active vice squad. Have you ever thought of joining it?" he began.
"No," Mark said slowly, "not really."
"Well, we have to change the staff frequently because their faces become known and the pros just fade away when a known vice officer shows up. If you're interested, I think you could fit in. You're young and attractive and unknown in those circles, I suppose. Are you married?"
Mark was suddenly uncomfortable. "My wife and I are getting a divorce."
The captain looked closely at him, but continued.
"The hours may be irregular at times, and some wives don't like the idea of their husbands playing around, even to trap criminals. But the pay is higher, and you usually wear plainclothes, which some men seem to like. You would start out on the homosexual detail. Does that idea bother you?"
"Well, I guess not. It's illegal, isn't it?"
"That's right, and this city seems to be bursting with queers," Grimes snarled, his face getting red. "I consider it my personal duty to find every one of them and lock'em up!" His voice rose shrilly. "The lousy, degenerate, cocksucking bastards..." The captain began to pace up and down the office agitatedly.
Then he suddenly turned to stare at Mark accusingly.
"You're not queer, are you?" he barked.
Mark was startled. "No, no," he croaked.
The captain continued to stare at him for a moment and then turned away, mollified.
"I had to ask, you know. You're handsome, and I could see in the shower yesterday that you've got a big cock -- ah -- and that seems to be what these filthy queers want. You know they will want to suck your cock, and even -- get you to stick it in their asses, don't you?" He still paced excitedly, one hand scratching at his balls repeatedly. "Of course you don't have to do those things -- you arrest them before it ever goes that far. You understand that!" he finished on a roar.
"Yes, of course!" Mark responded. He really didn't understand why the captain was getting so excited.
"All right. Report to Sergeant Roberts. He will give you your assignment. You will be relieved of your regular duties starting tomorrow," the captain growled. He was beginning to calm down.
"Yes, sir," Mark had said, and escaped.
And that had been his introduction to the vice squad. He liked it fairly well -- at least it was better than pounding a beat, although he was becoming more emotionally involved than he thought he would. Maybe it was because of the divorce and the fact that he was always alone now.
Richard Roberts had filled him in with the details of the operation. Dick had been on the vice squad for several years, and it seemed to be his only interest. But he was too well known to be a primary decoy in some places now, and needed assistance from the young, handsome officers for that duty. Roberts was only thirty-two years old and still handsome, but the sprinkling of gray in his hair and the expanding paunch he carried around limited his attraction, especially for those interested in the young, virile types.
Mark's duties were to observe homosexual activity or attract the men to make an advance toward him, and then signal Roberts to come in for the arrest. The rule was that two officers were to be present under most conditions, although that rule was frequently broken. If Mark could arrange for the man to make an advance in front of Roberts, that was best for the court, but it was not absolutely necessary. The judge would take the word of one officer over the testimony of the accused every time, anyway. All Mark had to say was that the man had proposed having sex with him, and the judge automatically found the accused man guilty of L & L -- lewd and lascivious. Rarely did the matter come to a jury trial; the accused generally wanted to avoid publicity.
Dick Roberts knew all the spots to find cruising homosexuals, it seemed. He took great pride in his knowledge of ways of trapping them at their own game, but sometimes Mark had to admit that the evidence did not really support the court's verdicts. Sometimes Dick invented some details to round out the story. While this concerned Mark, it was obvious these guys were homosexual, so maybe it didn't matter that the man hadn't actually made the full approach that they testified to in court. If they had waited long enough, he probably would have.
At first it bothered him that they frequently arranged observation points to obtain their evidence; they could peek through special holes that the homosexuals were not aware of. But they were criminals, weren't they? Roberts and the captain insisted that any method was fair when dealing with such criminals.
After an active day, Mark went home frustrated. He had frequently developed several hard-ons during the day to attract the gay men, but never received satisfaction. Sometimes their gentle hands caressed his cock for a few moments before he pulled out his badge and arrested them. He came to live for those few moments. If Dick Roberts were not with him, sometimes he allowed them to stroke his stiff cock for several minutes. At night he would masturbate to the memory.
As he pulled on his casual pants, his prick still protruded, demanding attention.
"Save your energy," Mark mumbled at the stubborn muscle. "Some guy out there is just aching to take you on. You'll get your chance -- never fear."