Chapter 4
After stopping by Teddy's home near the park, he slowly drove home and had a lonely dinner. His mind was even more confused now that he was free to think. He couldn't forget the innocent look on the boy's face when he arrested him, and the same frightened, innocent look on his mother's face when he had told her the news. He also couldn't forget how great Teddy's hot mouth had felt when the boy had sucked his cum. Every time he remembered it, his cock rose stiffly. He tried to watch TV, but could not concentrate. He had to stop thinking about it! That was one of the first lessons taught in the police academy -- don't become emotionally involved with your cases!
But that didn't help much when he went to bed. He tried to think of other things, but his stiff prick kept reminding him of the joy he had felt that afternoon. Finally he gave up and started to fondle his throbbing cock.
He used both hands, one on the cockshaft and the other rubbing the broad cockhead. The huge cock throbbed in his hands. Mark was stretched out nude, his legs spread, his balls resting on the sheet. He closed his eyes, remembering how Teddy looked as he leaned back against the booth wall, his knees bent, the fine golden hair sprinkled over his muscular legs, the curly blond bush in his groin, so like the wavy hair of the boy's mother.
Mark caressed his cock as he had seen Teddy do that afternoon. His hands worked swiftly now. His balls were churning in their sac.
Mark groaned with excitement, his eyes tightly closed. Images of Teddy flooded his mind. Teddy's hand moved swiftly on his stiff cock, and then the white cum boiled to the surface! Mark thrust his hips up sharply as he had done through the glory hole, and the first spurt of cum landed on his chin.
"Teddy!" he cried, as his prick gushed over his chest and belly, covering his hand. The slippery fingers could not take the place of Teddy's mouth, but it was the only available substitute. His brain did the rest. When his climax passed, he was dripping with cum from the violence of the orgasm -- his third that day.
When he could breathe regularly again, he rose and showered. Then he could sleep, but before dozing off, he decided to avoid contact with Teddy for his own peace of mind.
Mark immersed himself in his work even more. He fought to keep images of Teddy out of his mind as he observed male sex in other spots he and Dick haunted. He avoided going back to the park alone. But at night, in bed, he could not erase the memories, and jerked off regularly with Teddy's silky hair and masculine body in mind.
He was growing irritable and was more harsh with the men that he and Dick arrested, as if that would reverse the feelings he harbored for Teddy. Even Dick commented on it one day, but praised him for becoming more realistic in handling the dirty criminals.
Mark did drop in at the Conrad house about two weeks later, since he had promised to do so. Teddy was there, but merely looked at him soberly and silently. He did not seem to accuse Mark, but was confused and uncertain how to react to him.
Sometimes the boy's gaze rested momentarily on Mark's bulging crotch, and Mark had to cross his legs to hide the expansion that occurred as he recalled their meeting in the park. He completely forgot his resolve to avoid future contact.
"Look," Mark said when Teddy was about to return to his studies, "I have tomorrow afternoon off. Would you like me to pick you up at school and look after you until your mother gets home?"
Teddy looked solemnly at Mark. "I guess so," he said slowly. Mark wondered what was going through his mind. He began to blush from his own thoughts.
"Then that's settled. I'll pick you up at school at three o'clock."
"Yes, sir," Teddy responded slowly, then went back to his room.
It was department policy that the officers wear their uniforms when testifying in court. Since Mark had testified earlier that day, he was in uniform when he picked up Teddy at school. Teddy looked him over carefully but said nothing. He stared out the window as Mark drove somewhat aimlessly.
"What would you like to do, Teddy?"
Teddy looked at him in his serious, innocent way and shrugged. "Whatever you want, sir," he said quietly.
"Uh -- I used to collect stamps when I was your age. Would you like to see the collection?" he finally suggested.
"You mean at your place?" Teddy asked. Mark nodded, looking straight ahead.
"OK, I guess so." Teddy resumed his staring out the window. They drove the rest of the way in silence.
Teddy looked around Mark's apartment curiously. It wasn't as neat and clean as his own home, but it was masculine.
"Where's your wife?" he asked bluntly.
"I don't have a wife," Mark said shortly. Teddy nodded.
"I see," he said quietly.
Mark dug out the albums of stamps which were covered with dust. He hadn't looked at them for years, but he needed something to interest Teddy. He spread them out on the coffee table.
At first Teddy showed only polite interest, but gradually became more absorbed as Mark explained the history of some of the stamps. Teddy slid to the floor, his legs under the table and unconsciously resting his back against Mark's leg. Mark's cock immediately came to life from this casual touch. He had difficulty controlling his voice as he went on explaining details. Teddy was serious as usual, looking up from time to time and asking intelligent questions.
With an attempt to seem natural, Mark swung his leg over Teddy's head so the boy was sitting between his legs as they bent over head to head, looking at the stamps. Mark edged forward until his hard prick encountered Teddy's shoulder. Teddy gave a little start, understanding what was happening but saying nothing.
Eventually the conversation dwindled. The stamps were not the important subject. Mark pressed his stiff cock against the boy's shoulder and Teddy pressed back but made no other move. Mark's prick was demanding attention, as evidenced by the jerking which both could feel. Mark could also see that Teddy was excited and made no effort to hide his bulging basket.
Mark groaned. He was torn between his need for Teddy and his intellect which told him that what he was doing was against his code. Teddy looked up questioningly for a moment, and then dropped his eyes back to the stamp album.
"What's the matter?" he finally asked softly.
Without answering, Mark gently placed his hand on the boy's head, running his fingers through he soft, blond hair. He had wanted to do that ever since he first saw the boy, he realized now. Even his masturbation fantasies had involved the silky golden curls.
Teddy sat silently, not responding.
Gradually Mark increased the pressure on his head, slowly directing it toward his aching crotch. Teddy did not resist but did not take the initiative. Finally Mark turned the boy's head so that the lips were pressed against his bulging crotch.
Mark groaned, "Oh, please, Teddy..."
"Yes, sir?" Teddy responded, still passive.
"Please -- please! Suck my cock, Teddy!"
"Will you arrest me again if I do?" Teddy inquired solemnly.
"No, no! Please, Teddy! Suck it! Please!" the words were wrenched from him, agonizingly frustrated.
Teddy's eyes looked up to study him. He didn't really understand why the man was so upset by something he considered natural. But he saw an aroused man in a police uniform, and that was very exciting to him.
He placed his lips on the huge bulge in the pants and blew his hot breath through the material. Mark shuddered and spread his legs. Teddy began to bite the bulge tenderly, wetting the material as Mark squirmed.
Abruptly Mark ripped open the zipper fly and with difficulty extracted his stiff, throbbing prick. Teddy stared at the huge cock so close to his face, taking in every detail of the beautiful prick -- the red cockhead leaking pre-cum fluid, the prominent veins coursing the straight, thick cockshaft. It was one of the most beautiful things in the world to Teddy. It was fully nine inches long. Protruding from the uniform pants, it was especially exciting. Still he made no move.
Mark grew impatient. He pushed the blond head down on the cock, and Teddy's mouth opened to take in the spongy cockhead. He twisted around to give full attention to the demanding tool. First he licked around the ridge and Mark groaned again. Then he nibbled gently and Mark thrust forward, demanding more.
Finally, his tongue moving constantly, Teddy slowly worked his way down the thick cockshaft. When it was all the way into his throat, he stopped, but continued to swirl his tongue enticingly.
Mark moaned and collapsed on the couch, pushing his crotch toward Teddy, his senses reeling. Again he was at the mercy of that hot mouth that set him on fire. Teddy moved his mouth up the cock and then back down. Each movement brought an answering moan and thrust. The gun holster caught on the couch material, and Mark unconsciously freed it.
"Oh, yes, suck it, Teddy! Suck me!" he pleaded.
Teddy increased the speed of his plunging head and ran his hands up the spread legs, feeling the strong cloth that added to his excitement. He fumbled at Mark's waist, but the belt was heavy with a complicated buckle.
Mark obligingly and quickly unfastened the buckle and waist of the trousers, and Teddy spread the fly wide. He fished out the heavy balls, eliciting a fresh groan from the trembling man. Teddy began to lick the ball sac as he stroked the wet cockshaft and smoothed his hand over the throbbing cockhead.
Mark shoved the curly head down hard against his balls. Teddy sucked them into his mouth, one at a time. Mark groaned with joy.
"Your hot mouth on my hot balls, Teddy -- suck me all over, Teddy -- your lapping tongue thrills me..."
Mark's eyes were closed. Teddy gazed up at the policeman who was excitedly pushing the boy's head into the uniform crotch. His own cock was thrusting hard against his Levi's, but he ignored it.
Teddy stopped for a moment and said, "Please, sir, take out your gun."
Mark's eyes popped open and he stared at the boy.
"My gun?" he asked, confused.
"Hold it against my head as I suck your big prick," Teddy begged, his hand continuing to caress the wet cock of the quivering policeman.
Mark did not understand the request, but he was a slave to the cocksucking boy. He drew his gun, making sure the safety was on. Teddy stared at the gun for a moment and then brought it to his face. He licked the end of the barrel as if it were a cockhead, and then pressed the cold steel against his cheek. Then he returned to Mark's cock, still pressing the gun to his face.
This was very confusing to Mark, but the hot mouth on his throbbing prick pushed everything from his mind except the excruciating pleasure.
Although Mark did not notice, Teddy extracted his stiff cock from his pants and stroked it with one hand as he fondled the policeman's balls with the other and sucked up and down on the huge cockshaft. Mark spread his legs still further and straightened them out under the table. His entire body was aflame with the action on his cock, and he pushed the silky head down hard on his cock, shoving the head deep into the throat. The hand holding the gun dropped slowly, but Teddy brought the weapon back to his face.
Mark groaned and twisted, thrusting against the hot mouth that was taking his entire cock. Teddy increased his sucking tempo, realizing that the man was close to climax. Mark's balls pulled up hard against the base of the huge cock.
"Suck it deep, Teddy," he moaned. "Take it all -- my stiff prick in your hot mouth..."
Mark felt his climax surge first in his toes, but it rapidly moved up his legs, and they began to tremble violently. Then his balls exploded, forcing their jism through the long cockshaft into Teddy's hungry mouth. As the first spurt arrived, Teddy pressed the gun hard against his cheek to enjoy fully the policeman's orgasm. The thick, sweet cum spurted into his mouth and he swallowed happily. He squeezed the firm balls, the source of the jism. At the same time, his own cock began jetting on the floor, completely unattended.
"Take it! Take my cum, cocksucker!" Mark groaned loudly, pushing down on the plunging head. Teddy took it, spurt after spurt of precious cum. The metallic odor of the gun near his nose increased the joy of receiving the man's jizz.
Teddy moaned around the throbbing prick, his own orgasm shaking his body. The policeman's hand forcing his head down on the pulsing prick was especially satisfying to him.
"Your hot mouth sucking my cum -- take it, you cocksucker..."
Mark shoved harder as the last dribbles of cum were deposited in the willing mouth. Then he collapsed on the couch and the gun slipped from his shaking hand to the floor. His mind was a blank.
Teddy knelt at his feet, Mark's softening cock all the way into his throat, his own orgasm now receding. There was complete silence except for their heavy breathing.
Then Mark's brain began to stir. He sat up and abruptly pushed Teddy away from his cock, which then hung limply out of the uniform fly. Teddy looked up at him worshipfully. Mark was disturbed by the intense look.
What have I done? his brain said silently. I allowed this boy, this juvenile cocksucker, to blow me! Me, a policeman in uniform, in my own home!
He rose abruptly, put his cock back in his pants, refusing to return Teddy's imploring gaze. His foot touched his forgotten gun on the floor, and he scooped it up to return it to its holster.
"It's time to take you home. Your mother should be there by now," he muttered.
Teddy sighed, disappointed that Mark could not return any of the intimate feeling he had experienced. He rose and returned his cock to his Levi's.
"I'm sorry, I-I couldn't help it. Do you have a towel or something?" he said hesitantly.
Mark stared at the boy. "Why do you need a towel?" he asked gruffly.
"I couldn't help it, I -- came on the floor."
Mark stared for a moment at the small pool of fluid on the carpeting, then abruptly turned, brought a towel from the bathroom, and silently held it out to Teddy. The boy carefully gathered the cum into the towel and handed it to Mark. Gingerly, Mark took the towel between his thumb and one finger and threw it into the laundry hamper in the bathroom.
They drove to Teddy's house in complete silence.