Arrest Me Officer

Langdon’s POV

The clock on my dashboard moved like molasses as I sat in my police car all alone on the side of a dark, deserted road. My shift was almost over, and I was ecstatic to get into my comfortable

bed and sleep the morning away. My coffee thermos was practically empty, and I contemplated driving through a McDonald’s drive-through to get another one. My partner, Cole, went home early because he had a family emergency that left me alone for the last few hours. Our unit was short of officers because of vacations, leaving me working alone in downtown Saint Louis, Mo. I despised working in this part of the city alone because there was a good chance you would run into some riff-raff who had no authority for the law. Using fewer people when possible was always the department's go-to approach to save money and stay within our ever-decreasing budget, courtesy of our protesters who wanted us defunded.

It was almost 1:00 a.m., and my ex-girlfriend had yelled at me for taking the additional overtime, but I told her we needed to take those shifts if I was going to pay for the new house we just purchased. Our old place had become too small, and we needed a bigger place. She knew we needed the money but hated me for working overtime. It made her think I was doing something I shouldn’t be doing. To be honest, I don’t know where we stand. We’ve broken up and made up so many times that it was hard for me to keep count. In our last argument, she said she was leaving me, and she had packed up her things and went to her mom’s. Her excuse was she thought I was cheating, but I wasn’t. I’d recently changed my number, and some random girl texted me thinking I was her ex, and she checked my phone like she always does and told me I was an asshole.

Being with Natasha was becoming quite a chore. I loved her because she had a good heart. She’s the mother of my daughter and our unborn child, but it was exhausting having to continually defend myself against cheating allegations every time she felt insecure. I don’t cheat. I never have, even though I’ve had these incessant urges lately because she’s been denying me access to the sacred temple between her legs as punishment. I know she craved my thick cock and wanted me to fuck her, but she was determined to teach me a lesson I didn’t need to learn. Whenever I got home late, she was asleep and too tired for sex, and whenever she awakened early, she was too busy to satisfy me. This karmic dance resulted in us not having sex for over a month, which left me horny and in an immediate need to satisfy my strong

sexual urges.

As I thought about how long it had been since I had had sex, I could feel my thick vanilla cock crawling down my leg. To be more comfortable, I unbuttoned my pants, grabbed my phone, pulled up my favorite freak T*****r account, and watched as two black guys fucked a blond girl. I loved watching videos like these. It was one of my fantasies, but I didn’t think Natasha would be into it. As I continued to watch, I realized that this video was different than the kind I usually watched. After the guys had finished fucking the girl, she left, and then the two guys started having sex with each other. I quickly looked around to ensure no one would see what I was

watching and continued watching. My cock was harder than it had ever been. I had had thoughts about guys before, but I’d never watched a porno about one. Once that one was over, I quickly clicked on the account from to see if they had treated any other videos like these, and

there were thousands. I decided to watch one video he had just retweeted about an hour ago and grew more and more envious of the white guy in the video that was getting fucked by two masculine, black, muscular men with fat bubble butts. I frequently imagined riding those long thick dicks and often wondered how it would feel if they used their cocks to stretch my nice

tight pink hole open.

What I did in the privacy of my mind was just for me. I wasn’t gay if I thought about it, just like I wasn’t a killer if I thought about killing. If I didn’t act on it. I was straight.

Watching these videos made me so horny and gave me the hardest erection I’d had in quite a while. I slid my heavily tattooed hand down my pants and adjusted my expanding cock. I could feel the pre-cum leaking through my underwear and getting sticky on my massive, thick legs. I had been doing squats, so my ass was nice and firm, and my legs and calf muscles were bulging. My time in the gym was paying off.

I didn’t want to stroke my cock because jacking off wasn’t satisfying me. But I needed to relieve myself, or this erection would bother me all night. Even though I knew it was wrong, all I wanted was my dick in a warm tight hole, and it didn’t matter if it was attached to a man or a woman.

My dick just needed to explode in a warm, wet place. Since no one was around to satisfy my appetite, I took my dick out of my boxers-briefs and stroked it. Just as I got into a good stroking groove, a vehicle passed me, going over 80 miles per hour in a 65-mile-per-hour zone. I quickly put my cock back in my pants, turned on the sirens, and chased after the car. As soon as the vehicle saw the flashing red and blue lights and heard the sirens behind them, the car slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road.

I pulled right behind the black-on-black range rover, but not before I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up my pants. I did my best to adjust my long cock inside my underwear so that my erection wasn’t obvious, but nothing I did could hide my huge white cock. As I walked up

to the car, I made sure my gun, pepper spray, and taser gun were in their holsters, just in case the passenger got belligerent. Once I reached the car, I took out my flashlight and pointed it at the car just before I tapped on the window. When I looked inside the car, I saw this caramel-skinned black dude driving alone without passengers. He looked like he could be a print model and was the type of dude we called pretty in high school. Judging by his muscular physique and tall frame, I assumed he had to be a college football or basketball player. As I stared at him, I could feel my dick hardening in my pants.

Fuck don’t get hard now.

I tapped on the window lightly, and the gentlemen driving the Range Rover pressed the button on the side of the door, and the window rolled down.

“Good evening; did you know you were going over 80 in a 65-mph zone?”

“Yeah, I was going over the speed limit, but I was just trying to get home before curfew. Can you just write me a warning so I can be on my way?” the young man replied annoyedly.

“Is this your car?” I asked.

“Here we go again. Are you saying a black man can’t drive a nice car?”

“I’m saying a teenager, regardless of race, rarely drives a 100k vehicle. Trust me, I’m the last person who would be racist. My girl is black.”

“Oh, so you like chocolate pussy. I see you, Papi,” he replied. He let out a soft chuckle and then looked me up and down. I immediately felt uncomfortable about the language he’s used.

“That’s an inappropriate statement for a kid to say to an adult, especially a police officer,” I replied.

“First, I’m nineteen, and I’m not a kid. I’m a man in all the right places. Second, cameras are all over this car; third, my dad is the City Manager of St. Louis, so if you even think about doing some crooked shit, my dad will have you fired with one phone call.” This is the reason why I hated being alone on these shifts. I was in a precarious situation with no one to validate

that I was just doing my job.

“Bray Timberlake, is your father?”

“Damn Right.”

“Let me see your license and registration,” I asked. When the young black man reached into the glove compartment, I saw the head of his cock peek out from the bottom leg of his shorts, and my dick got harder. I tried to adjust my pants yet again so that my dick wasn’t showing because if he even took one look down within that area of my crotch, my secret would be out. When he handed me the documents, I saw his dick continuing to grow down his thigh. Was this kid gay? Why was he getting hard? I wonder how long that thing is? The thoughts that entered my mind were downright sinful, and I could feel the pre-cum from my cock dripping against my muscled thigh. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as the young black dude looked my way. I turned my head away. Not wanting to be caught examining his ever-growing cock.

I examined his license and registration, and he indeed had the last name of the city manager.

“I’m going to give you a ticket. You’re not getting off easy because your father is the City Manager. Have a nice day, and be sure to slow the fuck down. It's the law.” I wrote him a ticket and handed it to him, but instead of grabbing it, he grabbed my hand, pulled me closer to the vehicle, and turned off my body camera.