Chapter 9
As Mark drove to work on Monday morning past the Drew Hotel, he noticed Dick's unmarked police car outside. The sergeant had not told him what assignment they would have that morning. On impulse Mark parked and looked into the coffee shop for Dick. He wasn't there.
Maybe he has decided to stake out the john by himself this time, thought Mark, so he walked to the storage room, opened the door quietly, and climbed the ladder to the vantage spot above the john, expecting to find Dick observing the men below. But no one was there.
Mark peered through the hole and was surprised to see Dick standing at the urinal in the room below. There was no one with him, and Mark was about to climb down, thinking he would talk to Dick about the plans for the day. Then a man walked into the john and stood at the urinal next to Dick. Mark decided to watch, in case his testimony would be needed later.
Dick was obviously playing with his cock, although Mark could not see it, but only his arm moving rhythmically.
The other man was obviously interested in Dick, or at least in what Dick was playing with. He was dressed in a plaid shirt with work shoes -- probably a construction worker, Mark decided. But he was about to walk into Dick's trap.
Dick smiled at the man once, and after that his attention was directed to the hard cock the man was working up. Dick turned toward him partly and Mark could now see the familiar stiff cock with the large, shiny cockhead. Dick dropped his hand, allowing his stiff prick to jut toward the man in the plaid shirt.
After a moment, the man slowly reached out and grasped Dick's cock in a burly fist, stroking it and massaging the cockhead. Dick stiffened with his hand contact, and Mark was about to leave his vantage point to make the arrest. However, he could hot enter the john without making noise, because of the squeaky door, and that would certainly stop the action. Apparently Dick had decided to make the arrest himself, so Mark continued to watch.
The construction worker was turned toward Dick and a very large, thick cock came into Mark's view. The cockshaft was as broad as Mark's, which was rising in his pants, but the head was somewhat smaller.
As Mark watched, Dick extended his hand and began to stroke the man's big cock, just as the man was doing for him! Soon they were jerking off each other!
Then Dick grasped the man's heavy balls and rolled them in his fingers. His other hand stroked the rigid cock of the construction worker.
Then the man abruptly grasped Dick's fist, stopping the action. Apparently he didn't want to cum yet. Instead, he dropped to one knee and began to suck Dick's cock avidly. Surely Dick would arrest him now! But Dick merely leaned back, tilting his pelvis toward the sucking mouth. The construction worker was good -- he sucked all that long cock into his throat, then rode almost all the way up, and then back down all the way. Dick's face wore a happy smile. Mark had seen enough.
He silently climbed down from his vantage point, left the storeroom, and approached the john door. He prepared himself for a rapid entrance.
When he was ready, he burst through the door and around the corner into the urinal room.
He had been too fast for the cocksucker, who was still on one knee and just raising his head from Dick's cock as Mark rushed in. Dick looked as startled and shocked as the construction worker; both froze in their positions for a moment.
Mark pulled out his badge and snarled, "You're under arrest!"
The construction worker stared for a moment and then sagged. Slowly he rose to his feet, his thick prick still protruding lewdly.
Dick rapidly recovered. After a moment of confusion, he growled, "That's right, cocksucker -- we're policemen and you're under arrest for lewd and lascivious!" As he spoke, he replaced his cock in his pants and zipped up over the hard bulge.
The construction worker stared at Dick. "But you -- you were playing with me -- you're gay, too!"
"Nonsense! Put your filthy cock away and come with us!" Dick face was flushed but he was confident of his ground.
Mark put handcuffs on the crestfallen young man. He was trapped and he knew it.
"Look, officer, I have a wife and two kids. Isn't there some other way?"
"You should have thought about that before you tried to pick me up," Dick snarled. The detective pushed him out the door and led him to Dick's police car.
"You had better come with me, Mark. This guy might make some trouble," Dick said after the man was locked in the back seat of the car. So Mark left his own car where it was and accompanied them to the station. There was no trouble, and this time Dick did not try to make conversation with the man. There was no need, since Mark would testify as an eyewitness. The construction worker slumped in a corner dejectedly.
They booked the man and retired to the office to make out the report.
"Uh, Mark -- uh -- were you upstairs watching or did you just happen to come in the john?"
Mark had been expecting this question. He had to protect Dick, so he pretended that he had not seen Dick return the man's approach.
After only a moment of hesitation, Mark answered with a bland face, "No, I just happened to see your car at the curb and went to the john to see if there was anything to report. I saw him starting to go down on you as I walked in. That's all we can report."
Dick tried to be casual but Mark could see that he was greatly relieved. And that's the way the report was written. Dick gave Mark a couple of curious looks that morning, but by lunchtime was his old cheerful self.
They ate lunch together at their usual cafeteria. Dick was extolling the virtues of a new bar he had discovered which supposedly had a good crop of girls hanging around. Mark interrupted the tale.
"By the way, Dick, you've been talking about going fishing some weekend. How about this coming weekend? I have nothing planned so far," Mark suggested.
Dick stared at him for a moment, attempting to figure an angle, if there was one. Then he said, stammering a little, "Sure! Great! I know just the place -- a good trout stream miles from anybody. We can drive there Saturday morning and stay the night. I've got all the equipment, but bring your own fishing pole and lures. That will be great!"
Mark thought he was a little overenthusiastic, but now he wanted to find out more about Dick. That decided, they picked up Mark's car, which had a parking ticket on the windshield.
"Doesn't the cop on the best know my car when he sees it," Mark grumbled. "Now I'll have to get the sergeant to cancel this ticket off the books."
At that point the radio in Dick's car called them. They were asked to return to the station house.
"What for?" asked Dick.
"We need to expedite your report of your arrest this morning. Somebody forgot to take the prisoner's belt from him in the lockup, and he hung himself," cackled the radio.