Diesel 2: The Cop
by Allen Giffen
"Fuck, this is all I need!" groaned Diesel as big drops of rain started to fall while he walked down the road. On his way home from the pool, he was dressed in an old t-shirt and sweat shorts with his speedos underneath. It was a freak storm, came out of nowhere and pummeled Diesel who very quickly was completely soaked. Under other circumstances, he would have been very pleased with the shrink wrapping his wet clothing did of his massive teen body.
Only after he heard the electronic beep of the state police car did he take notice. It had stopped a little ahead of him, Diesel ran to the open passenger window.
"Want a ride, kid? Nobody should be out in this."
"Thanks a lot, officer!" Diesel yanked the door open and jumped in. "Sorry I'm getting your car all wet...oh shit, my feet are muddy too."
"Don't worry about it, it's only water, there's a towel in the backseat." Diesel sat up and reached over the seat for the towel in the back, exposing his firm midsection to the cop who just happened to be looking in that direction.
"Well, I do really appreciate the ride. I am soaked to the bone, Officer...?" sticking out his hand.
"Gardner, Jacob...Jake."
While shaking hands Diesel started thinking that the day might not end up being a total waste after all -- this cop was a looker, chiseled face, brown crewcut, and what looked like the kind of body that should always be the kind you'd want to find inside a uniform, based on his exposed thickly muscled forearms. Diesel had gone to the pool assuming the new hunky lifeguard would be on duty. He purposely didn't wear his swimmer's jock under his speedos which gave his package the kind of up front and center attention he and it craved. Some would call it obscene, some would call it hot -- Diesel was only interested in the latter group. He did some diving, swam around and sunned himself for a few hours -- hunk never came on duty --left frustrated.
"You in high school,...?"
"Sorry, name's Diesel. Yes, I am, officer."
"High school seems so long ago, though I only graduated 8 years ago. I'm sure it's still boring as ever."
Smelling an opportunity, with a twitch of his dick Diesel replied,
"Yeah, I'm sure it is. Stupid classes, stupid tests, stupid rules. Thank god for sports!" Diesel peeled his soaked t-shirt off and dropped it with a plop on the floor in front of his seat spreading his legs out at the same time. He then rubbed his chest, abs, and arms with the towel. Then he wrapped the towel behind him, leaning back pressing into the back of the seat rubbing back and forth drying both his back and the seatback.
"Yeah, that was the best part of high school. What sports do you play?" said Officer Gardner, taking in Diesel's sculpted body. "Jesus, this kid is built!" went through his mind.
"Swimming, football, and my favorite, wrestling," replied Diesel, flashing a bright smile at the cop. The rain water kept trickling its way from his scalp, down his smooth face and neck, down his mountainous pecs, some making a ski jump off of them, splashing onto his abs and slithering down to his wet shorts.
"I would have guessed from your build either football or wrestling. I played baseball and swam. Put on a few pounds since then but like to tell myself its muscle, not fat."
"You look pretty well put together, officer," replied Diesel, "May I?" as he put the flat of his hand on the officer's waist. "Feels pretty solid to me."
On the one hand Diesel wanted to feed this guy's ego. On the other hand, the guy really seemed to be in good shape. The whole time, Diesel kept doing the rubbing and pressing into the seatback, moving ever so slowly making it look like he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing when what he was actually doing was an erotic lap dance on himself. He could feel his dick slowly growing fatter as he aroused himself.
Jake noticed the smooth movements in the corner of his rear view mirror and stole a few sideways glances at the blonde muscle boy, who pretended like he didn't notice. "Shit, I think this kid is coming on to me," ran through his mind.
"You lift weights?"
"Yeah, have for a while now, pretty seriously the last couple of years," said Diesel. Pulling the towel from behind, he now lifted his ass up off the seat and looked to his right taking a lot of time to spread the towel underneath him. Of course, this put his ample basket on display for Officer Gardner. Diesel smirked when he caught Jake stealing a glance at his damp crotch.
"If you don't mind my saying, you look pretty solid yourself, and I bet the cheerleaders don't complain," said the cop.
Diesel sat back down on the towel pulling the ends up to dry the front of his shorts. Again, he pretended to innocently soak up the wetness when what he was actually doing was rhythmically pressing into his crotch causing his biceps to bulge to hardness with the same rhythm.
"You mean my dick? Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it. Only complaint I've ever had about my soldier is that it's a might big."
Jake was surprised by the kid's straightforwardness and changed the subject. "I've got some weights that I use...but I don't really know what I'm doing. What I should do is join a gym. There's one downtown that gives discounts to cops and firemen, but I've already invested in the equipment I have, and I can use it whenever I want."
"At a gym, you can also get a trainer. It's more money, but worth it because they know how to get results. It's surprising the mistakes guys make while training alone."
By this time, Diesel was employing the same trick of keeping up his pumping/drying motions all around his hips and waist, focusing of course on his crotch, but doing them very slowly. Jake shifted in his seat.
"Sorry, completely forgot to ask, am I heading in the right direction? I'm nearing the end of my shift and am actually heading toward my place without thinking. Where should I take you?"
Diesel thought, "Buddy, it's where I'm gonna take you!" but said, "I live in this direction too, don't worry. So what kind of weights do you have?"
"Actually just some free weights, barbells, a rack and an adjustable bench, nothing fancy, but you don't make a lot in your early years as a public servant," Jake glanced at Diesel with a smile. Diesel was waiting for the eye contact and at the same moment pressed into his crotch with the towel releasing a breath and jutting his chin forward ever so slightly in response. Again, Jake shifted. Diesel could see the worm dangling on the hook in front of Jake's flushed face.
"So what did you mean about guys making mistakes training?"
"I've picked up a few things from my coaches and some other older guys. I guess one common mistake is that guys tend to think the more weight they use, the better. Truth is it's better to use a slightly lighter weight but just go through the motion, the full motion, slowly and deliberately. It's not how many reps you can do, its how many you can do in good form."
"No shit? Really? I seem to work hard with the weights but I'm not putting on muscle the way I think I should."
"Could be a number of things you're doing wrong. And then there are some easy `right' things you could start doing."
"Diesel, would you mind sometime coming over to my place and giving me some pointers? I'd pay you what you think its worth, or feed you, or something -- you name it. I don't think I need a full time trainer, just someone to point me in the right direction."
"Tell ya what, officer. You said you're near the end of your shift, right? I don't have to be home for hours. Let's go to your place now, I'll look at the routine you follow, give whatever help I can, and you then feed me. Sound like a plan?"
"That would be awesome, Diesel! And please, call me Jake."
The rain eased up by the time they got to Jake's condo. Jake seemed a bit nervous...like he wasn't used to having people over. Diesel saw that the weight equipment was spread out in what was the dining room area.
"Guess you don't do much entertaining, huh?"
"Never had a need for a dining room set...its only me. Besides, where else would the weights go?"
"Do you stretch before you train, Jake."
"No, why?"
"Shame on you officer! Stretching loosens the muscles and decreases the possibility of straining one while working out."
Diesel took off his still damp shorts, and laid them along with his t-shirt on a stool by the front door. He started doing some slow stretches in his speedos.
"C'mon, get comfortable, Jake...and stretch."
Jake quickly stripped down to a jockstrap and tried his best to mimic Diesel's moves. "Interesting," thought Diesel, "a jock instead of underwear or going cammo, wouldn't have guessed that, and it doesn't look all that fresh." Diesel also liked the fact that Jake was hairier than he suspected. Nice spread of fur on his chest, legs hairier than you'd think, and an interesting patch of hair low on his back just above the ass. Diesel found it very arousing.
"OK, that's enough. Pick up a couple of the 5 pound barbells and let me see you do some curls."
Jake dutifully picked up the barbells and started pumping.
"Slower, Jake...even slower. Look at your right fist as it comes up and then goes down. Focus on it. See the smooth arc that its making...follow it back and forth. OK, same with left fist. Keep doing both of them, but look at and focus on the left one. See the arc. You're picking up speed, slow down...or I'll have to give you a ticket!"
Diesel let Jake work for a few minutes on his own. "OK, stop. What went through your head while you were doing that?"
"It was incredible, Diesel! I really did start to visualize that arc of movement. And I felt like I was putting all my energy into my fist. I could feel the bicep and the tricep expanding and contracting. And..."
"What?"
"Well, I feel stupid, but I think it was starting to get me a bit excited. Why would that happen? I feel so dumb even saying it."
"That's natural, Jake, happens all the time. It's a primal thing. You're focusing on your body, working your muscles, getting all sweaty, pulse rises, breathing deepens. Sometimes when I work out, I'm so hard at the end of a set, that I have to force myself not to take a break and beat off, and sometimes I do anyway!
OK, this next one will work arms and abs. Sit sideways on the bench facing the wall mirror so you can see what you're doing. Now lean back into me...it's OK, I'm here, you won't fall."
Jake leaned back slowly, Diesel had squatted down, Jake's head landed on Diesel's firm left pec. The skin felt really warm.
"Now lift your legs just off the ground and start doing slow curls again. Right! You got it. Keep going."
Even though they were almost naked, the air was still pretty humid from the rainfall and by now both guys were sweating quite a bit. Diesel squatted a bit more so that his head was now next to Jake's -- his mouth breathing in and out next to Jake's right ear. Diesel reached around each side of Jake under his arms and started caressing Jake's abs.
"Focus on the arm movement. Look at your fuckin' abs! You are in great shape, man."
Jake got hard instantly. He couldn't help it with Diesel rubbing his abs and breathing hot air next to his ear.
"I don't know what you're doing right now, Diesel...I'm not gay or anything...and besides, you're just a kid," said Jake as his eyes locked on Diesel's in the mirror.
Diesel let his hands slide off of Jake's body and slowly stood up, never breaking eye contact, till he was standing straight up. His basket ended up in the same place his head had just been...on top of Jake's right shoulder, pressing against Jake's ear. He slowly raised his arms into a double bicep pose.
"I didn't say you were gay, Jake. I'm just someone who likes people who keep in shape, and I like showing that appreciation. And does this look like the body of a kid? As far as what I'm doing right now, I'm helping you get an even better body."
Diesel held the pose as Jake continued the curls. They broke eye contact at the same moment and shifted their gaze to Diesel's crotch in the mirror. Diesel's dick was so huge that as it started to fill out in excitement and began stretching out even more, it looked like there was a small animal inside the speedos shifting in its sleep.
Diesel shifted again moving his dick to the back of Jake's head, reached forward, brought his arms down and started rubbing Jake's abs some more. Jake gave into it. He was starting to lose focus as low groans forced their way out of his throat. Diesel's hands moved up to Jake's firm succulent pecs and started caressing them, gently tugging on the nipples.
"That's it, Jake. Focus on how your muscles feel as they expand and contract. Slow...go slow."
Diesel stood up with his hands resting on Jake's shoulders. Though the speedos were a size too small, they were no match for Diesel's soldier as his dick worked its way out of the top of the speedos. He began gently thrusting against the back of Jake's head. The short bristly brown hairs tickled Diesel's naked dick and got him even hotter. Jake let the dumbbells fall out of his hands, let his arms and legs drop, and let his head move with Diesel's pumps as he watched what was happening in the mirror in front of him through half closed eyelids.
Diesel was a leaker...and he was proud of it. By now, he had pumped out enough precum to have changed Jake's prickly hair to something more like a bed of warm pasta. He wanted to get off and grabbed Jake's head by the jaws to hold it in place as he rubbed it harder and faster.
"Oh, yeah, Jake...yeah. Look at me, Jake, look at my sweaty body getting all hot for you."
Jake looked at their reflection. Diesel's body was fully pumped, abs tightening with each thrust, arms tensed holding Jake's head, those massive pecs shuddering in waves with each hit.
"My dick, Jake, my dick. See it? See it pop up over your head? See it leakin' juice? That's all for you, Jake...you...you...you...," Diesel continued with each thrust.
Jake reached back and grabbed the back of each of Diesel's thighs. He was hypnotized watching Diesel's angry red helmet jack up into sight and then quickly retreat, over and over, sometimes fast, sometimes agonizingly slow. He pulled on Diesel's legs while his slack mouth moaned incoherently.
"Yeah, Jakey, yeah, almost there...," Diesel let his head fall back slightly as he approached release, rocking it back and forth. The few blonde strands not plastered to his head with sweat, launched drops of it outward. He suddenly grabbed Jake's head with such force that it was lucky for Jake that he was so relaxed and out of it. Diesel rammed upward on Jake's head with his dick and watched the first spurt of cum fly into the air. Four more forceful shots followed, each accompanied with a grunting,
"Huhhuunnn!" from Diesel.
After a few seconds Diesel came back down to earth...he surveyed his work. As always, cum seemed to be everywhere. Diesel's soldier turned into a fireman when it came to climax time and pumped cum out like it was trying to put out a fire. The first shot went up a few feet in the air, arcing forward, and landed with a splat on the wooden floor in front of the mirror. The other three marked Jake -- one hit his left thigh, one the top of his jockstrap, and the third landed on Jake's right cheek and was now making its way over his jaw and down his neck.
Of course Diesel's flow hadn't stopped with the major eruptions. Like an earthquake, Diesel always sent aftershocks. One landed on the bridge of Jake's nose and treated it like the continental divide, running evenly down toward each corner of Jake's mouth. The last of it spread out over Jake's forehead running into his hair and ears. Diesel was still lighting thrusting against Jake's head...cum continued to drool out of his slit, into Jake's hair. Diesel felt like he was rubbing a warm melting slab of chocolate.
"Help...me...Diesel...help...," panted Jake.
It was then that Diesel realized that Jake hadn't cum. His hard-on stood like a steel beam and pulled the worn jock away from his body. A silver dollar sized dollop of precum seeped through the jock.
Jake quickly pulled up one end of the weight bench, locking it up at a 45 degree angle, swung Jake around so he was sitting correctly on the bench, pushed Jake's chest backward till his back slapped against the raised part of the bench, and then wrapped an arm around each of Jake's calves pulling him forward so his ass balanced on the end of the bench. Jake's torso slid down the back of the bench as he was pulled forward...the pulling stopped when Jake's head was the only part still angled upward. Jake didn't even notice.
Diesel brought his face toward Jake's crotch and stuck his tongue into the mass of dark pubic hair. Jake's balls were already pulled up tight, as Diesel suspected...he was ready to blow.
"Like this?" Diesel asked as he grabbed the middle of Jake's shaft with his open mouth and hummed through the fabric of the jockstrap. "How `bout this?" following with doing the same to Jake's dickhead, as Jake's slightly sweet precum mixed with Diesel's saliva.
"Uummmmgggghhhhhh...aaaggggghhhhhhh...uuuugggggghhhhh...." was all Jake was capable of producing.
Diesel stood up suddenly, ripped the old jockstrap off Jake and pulled off his own speedos. He tossed the jockstrap toward the living room, balled up the cum and sweat stained speedos, and crammed them into Jake's mouth. He squatted again and grabbed Jake's dick with his right fist.
"Look at me, Jake. You're gonna want to watch this," as Diesel began a slow caress of Jake's dick. He didn't want to jack it just yet...just squeeze it a few times like a ripe cantaloupe. His left hand started a rub back and forth from Jake's shriveled up ball sack, past his pucker, and then back again.
"You're a hairy fucker back here, Jake. Did you know that?"
Jake just stared at Diesel's face, cheeks puffed out, stuffed with the speedos, sweat dripping off his cop body.
Diesel saw a look in Jake's eyes he'd seen in many other men...raw animal desire...pleading...begging. Now it was just Diesel's index finger sliding through the forest of wet butt hair, then just circling around Jake's hole. He could feel the hole contracting and switched the dick squeezing to a twisting motion. Diesel waited for a signal. Jake's muffled scream coincided with his dick tensing. Diesel rammed his finger into Jake's asshole. The cop's dick went off like a machine gun spraying giant spurts of cum in all different directions. Diesel's favorite part of these exercises was feeling the guy's ass sucking on his finger...always got him excited.
Diesel stood up, rested his hands on his hips, his huge dick angling outward. "Well, would you look at that? You shot your cannon all over the place...even got some on my dick! Now I didn't ask you to do that, and I think that was pretty forward of you. What say you clean it off?"
Diesel spread his muscular legs and started walking toward Jake's head, one leg on either side of Jake's body as it rested on the weight bench. Diesel sat down, ass to dick. Jake's still swollen dick had been resting on his abs. Diesel's asscrack now covered it like a tunnel. Their eyes locked, Diesel started squeezing his ass cheeks while Jake started an upward fucking motion in response.
Jake's arms came up as if on their own and grabbed Diesel's waist pressing him more in his dick. Diesel pulled the speedos out of Jake's mouth, tossed them aside, and started wiping his remaining cum off of Jake's face. There were a few gobs of it that Diesel let hang from his fingers above Jake's open panting mouth. Diesel chuckled as he lowered his hand to Jake's mouth and watched Jake feverishly suck his fingers.
"But what about my little soldier? He can't stand up proud for his country with your cum on him? Can he? Help this soldier, Jake, help him." Diesel scooted forward, freeing Jake's dick. Only then did Jake actually really look at what was in front of his eyes...a huge dick...with an even larger mushroom head that had a ridge around it that must have stuck out over a quarter of an inch. It looked like a cannon with a huge helmet on top. His eyes widened with fear has Diesel slid slowly forward.
"Yeah...now you know why I call him my little soldier. He wears his helmet proudly. C'mon, clean him up like a good officer of the law. And remember, he doesn't like any sharp objects touching him so if I feel any teeth, you won't be in shape to make any arrests for quite a while." Diesel scooted forward again, his dickhead slapped at Jake's lower lip.
Fear and shock kept Jake from saying anything. His eyes shot back and forth between Diesel's eyes and Diesel's dick - eyes -- dick -- eyes -- dick -- everything started to look hot and needy.
"C,mon, officer...tongue?"
Jake's tongue touched Diesel's dickhead. As he pulled back his tongue, Diesel scooted forward so that half his sizable helmet was in Jake's mouth, the top of it pressing against Jake's upper teeth.
Diesel reached down and gently rubbed the side of Jake's head.
"Remember what I said about teeth, Jake."
Jake opened his mouth wider...Diesel slid in further. "Tell you what, Jake. I'll get the whole head in, you wash your tongue around it, I'll pull out and we'll call it even. K?" Diesel pushed forward and felt his dickhead's rim work past Jake's lips.
Jake realized he couldn't breathe and started to panic. "Breath through your nose, Jake, your nose. Calm down...now, the tongue," Diesel was now caressing Jake's head with both hands. He felt the tongue working its way around his helmet and tossed his head backwards in delight.
"Oh, Jakey, you are gooooood at this...real good. Keep moving...yes...like that." Diesel shoved another inch into Jake's mouth. Jake jerked his head, as well as he could, and started to panic again as a choke rose up in his throat. "Stop it!" Diesel slapped Jake's face really hard, "stop being a wuss." Diesel shoved in another inch. Jake's face went beet red as he choked more fiercely.
Diesel pulled his dick out of Jake's mouth and brought his face down to Jake's. Sweat dripped off his face onto Jake's. "You're gonna do this, Jake. You can do it. I want you to do it...and you want to do it...trust me."
Before Jake could react, Diesel shoved his dick back into Jake's mouth. He grabbed Jake's head and started fucking it. Jake realized he had nowhere to go and the only thing he could do was hit Diesel with his fists, which he did. But Diesel had the advantage. Jake was on his back, Diesel had all his weight on Jake. Jake stopped hitting Diesel when he realized that he'd better focus on being able to breathe, which at the moment he couldn't.
"Oh, mama! You are good! Take me to heaven, Jakey, let me hear the angels sing!" as Diesel pumped faster and deeper into Jake's mouth. This never took Diesel long, and only a couple of the other guy had ever passed out. He wondered if Jake would be another one.
Jake was frantic. Not only could be not breath out of his nose, but snot started shooting out of it instead of air. He started to see stars when he suddenly felt Diesel's dick expand in his mouth and throat.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" bellowed Diesel as he pulled Jake's head into his pubic hair and pulsed his load down that warm wet tunnel. He pulled out quickly after two pumps and let the rest spray on Jake's face. Jake choked and coughed, saliva sprayed out of his mouth, a combination of cum and snot bubbled out of his nostrils.
Diesel stood up towering over the heaving cop. Panting, he said,
"Thanks for picking me up, Officer Gardner. You're a credit to your department. I'll see myself out. If you ever want to get together again, think about coming to one of my wrestling meets. I could show some different holds."
Diesel sauntered toward the front door. Even in his current stupor, Jake loved Diesel's look from behind -- massive shoulders narrowing to a firm small waste, a bubble butt that churned as Diesel walked, and legs like a colossus. Jake reached the front door, and bent down to grab his shorts and t-shirt. Just before opening the door, he turned around to the still recovering Jake, flashed him that perfect white toothed smile, a few strands of curly blonde hair bounced on his forehead. Diesel grabbed his dick with one hand flopping it up and down toward Jake, "Bye, bye, officer." He then pulled on his shorts, threw the t-shirt over his shoulder and walked out the door.
NOTE: I wanted to thank those of you who have given me feedback on my Diesel stories so far. I appreciate your telling me the parts of the stories that you like. Please feel free to give me suggestions for situations that Diesel could find himself in. Tell me things you'd like to see happen. Allen at [email protected]