What A Cop Wants
Weekday afternoon patrols were a chore for police officer John Hendrick. He patrolled -- on his trusty motorcycle -- one of the most gorgeous forest areas in the area. The black gorilla was assigned to drive around 37 miles of unadulterated nature: through tall, old-growth redwood trees, sparkling streams and rivers. His task was to assist any stranded motorists, look for suspicious activity and vehicles that are speeding. It was true that John enjoyed the scenery of his workplace, but the work was tedious and he was alone. The only thing that kept him sane were his thoughts and his imagination. He imagined that his accomplishes would merit accolades and a promotion so that he could, one day, have the luxury of driving mindlessly on the highway without a care in the world.
He took some time, one afternoon, to sit on the side of the road and look up at the sky. Nobody was watching what he was doing, the gorilla thought. He could afford to sit back and relax for a few minutes -- or maybe a few hours. Nobody would know. The ten-year police veteran felt that he deserved to take some time off of his duties at least once in a while. With his dark blue police uniform on, John sat on the ground with his legs spread out. He leaned his back against a redwood tree stump and watched the clouds pass over him. The faint sound of a rumbling car engine could be heard. The noise disrupted the officer's peace. By the sound of it, the approaching car was going fast. Tempted to ignore the speeding car, John jogged over to his motorcycle, which was parked about twenty yards off the freeway, but when he saw a red convertible zoom past him, the jog turned into a run. He started his motorcycle and pursued the car.
The driver of the car had his foot nearly glued to the gas pedal. He was listening to some 1990s heavy metal as he slapped his paws against the steering wheel. He sang along -- albeit poorly -- to a song playing on the radio. For a moment, he looked at his side mirror and saw a police motorcycle -- with sirens flashing -- behind him. The wolf shouted, "Oh shit! Oh shit!" to himself. He slapped himself on the chin out of agitation. The wolf looked at the side mirror again and noticed the gorilla gesturing him to pull over. He pulled to the side of the road and put his car in park. Hanging his head over the steering wheel in exasperation, the gray wolf cursed incoherently at himself. When he regained his composure and looked up, he heard the cop walk up to the car.
"Excuse me," said John in a low, baritone voice. "Can I see your license and registration please?"
"Yeah, sure." The wolf nervously pulled out his wallet from his pant pocket and opened it up. He took out his driver's license and handed it to the cop before reaching over to the glove compartment to retrieve his car registration.
"Sir, do you know how fast you were going?" asked John as he looked at the wolf's license. "Mr. Callahan?"
"I was going pretty fast."
"Yeah, I'd say so. Looked like you were going at least twenty over the speed limit. I'm going to write you up for speeding -- so you might as well turn off the ignition. You're not going anywhere for a while. Stay in the car."
The wolf sighed and rubbed his forehead as John walked away from the car to write the ticket. He bit his lip purposefully and gritted his teeth. His heart was beating fast. The wolf was on probation after being arrested for his second DUI a year earlier. Having another speeding ticket would not please his probation officer, to say the least. The wolf shouted from inside the car. "Officer, can I talk to you?"
John looked up after writing the ticket on his clipboard. "I would like you to remain silent," said the gorilla tersely. "This isn't a time to chit-chat."
Ignoring the officer, the wolf said, "Look, I was stupid and I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again. I've followed the law -- and sure, I've broken it a few times -- but I'm not making a habit out of this, I swear."
The gorilla was familiar with this act. Young driver gets pulled off for a traffic violation, the driver pleas with the cop to not write the ticket and the cop has a change of heart; instead of writing the ticket, he asks the driver to drive safely. John was bored of that cycle. For all of the times he's endured the pleading, John felt that the drivers he encountered were insincere. Though he's a very burly, wide figure, John had a tender heart. If he had a choice of whether or not to write up a ticket, he'd choose to not write one at all. It wasn't worth it. Everyone makes mistakes, but now he was wondering if he made the mistake to become a cop. Ideally, he hoped for the troublemakers to learn their lesson, but once they're out of his line of sight, they rebel. The gorilla's apathy had reached an all-time high, and it came to a boiling point.
"Step outside the car, please," ordered the gorilla as he gestured the driver to come out. The driver unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door. The wolf appeared, wearing a plain white t-shirt, dark blue designer denim pants and black sneakers. He looked youthful and not a day over 22. The wolf put his paws in his pockets and looked down at the paved road. "What's your name?" John asked.
"Allen."
"Allen, why do you drive so fast?" John leaned up against the wolf's car with his legs crossed and arms folded.
"Because it feels good, I guess." Allen couldn't think of a better answer.
"And do you ever slow down to think about why it feels good?"
"Can't say that I have, to be honest," replied Allen, shuffling his feet impatiently.
"I feel that... if you're always going fast, you're going to realize, one day, that nobody else will keep up with you."
"Meaning what?"
"If you don't care to slow your ass down to look at the world, meet people, get to know people, you're going to be alone."
Allen was rightfully confused. For the first time in his life, he was stopped by a cop and had a conversation without being placed in handcuffs. At the same time, the wolf didn't want to linger around. He felt paranoid. John didn't let him go or hand him a ticket. Something was up, and Allen was trying to figure out what it was.
"Is there a reason you asked me to get out of the car? I have to go somewhere and --"
"Oh, you do? Go ahead, do your thing. Happy trails."
Allen was surprised. He tilted his head and his tail twitched. Only a few minutes earlier, it seemed the cop was about to write him a ticket, but something changed. Fortunate for the wolf, the cop let him go. He decided to take the opportunity of John's spontaneous act of kindness. The wolf nodded to John, bowed slightly before getting back into his car and starting the ignition. Before he could shift his gear into drive, Allen sat in the car, looking at John from the side mirror as he walked away from the car and down a small embankment off the side of the road. John left his motorcycle parked on the road. The wolf's curiosity got the best of him.
Allen got out of the car and followed John. He slid a little down the embankment slope before slipping and falling into a bed of leaves with a subtle thump. The wolf wasn't hurt since he fell on his rear, but he was mildly startled. Once he stood up, he wandered over to the gorilla, who was standing in front of a tree with his legs slightly spread apart. The cop was urinating. John looked down at his exposed, lengthy shaft as he relieved himself. He could hear Allen approaching him.
"Here I thought I was taking a pee in the woods in private. Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."
"Ah, sorry, well I just wanted to thank you for --"
"Don't mention it."
John turned to face Allen for a moment and noticed that the wolf's eyes were lowered to look at his penis. John felt embarrassed, but he didn't want to admit it; not because he was caught exposed, but because he was turned on. There was a voyeuristic appeal to his stimulation. The wolf was still watching, and there was no reason to except if he, too, was aroused. The gorilla stroked his uncut member, jiggled it a little when he finished. John stayed by the tree and froze for a moment. He didn't want to zip up just yet.
"Were you staring at my dick by any chance?" When John asked that question, Allen dropped his jaw, trying to come up with a suitable answer, an explanation. The wolf couldn't answer by saying, "I'm gay, and you got a nice dick. I couldn't help but notice." He had to come up with a more classy response, but while his mind quickly sorted through a small, untested repetoire of replies, the gorilla approached him, smiling. Suddenly, the gorilla's motives became as clear as crystal for Allen. There was no denying the tension between them.
"I get a little lonely around here," said John, who stroked himself in front of the stunned wolf.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure."
"Pants down. Get on the ground."
Without thinking, Allen did as he was told. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his denims down. He pulled down his briefs and let them stay at his feet. He quickly laid flat on his stomach. Laying on the dirty ground, the wolf wagged his tail while he pawed at his reddened shaft. He was satisfied to be in this position, despite how quickly things were developing. He felt dizzy in a way since his mind was spinning so fast. He didn't question the awkwardness of the situation, and after spending a few moments thinking about what was about to happen, he didn't seem to care. This was his fantasy come true, and he wasn't going to get in the way of it.
John was thinking differently. The gorilla knew, in an ethical sense, that he shouldn't fraternize with those who he ought to enforce. Then again, this was the wild country, and he wanted to take advantage of any exciting opportunities that came his way. As for having a sexual encounter with another male, he was intrigued by the concept; perhaps his lack of sexual gratification for all the years he was married led him to be experimental. Now that he was divorced, the gorilla felt some empowerment to explore his secretive yearnings.
Remaining in uniform, the gorilla slowly guided his raging hard-on into the wolf's puckered up, tight tailhole. The moment the tip of his cock melt the tailhole, the wolf squirmed as he waited for the initial impact. When John's cock was fully inside of him, Allen slapped the ground with his paws and moaned. John felt a great deal of power and control over the wolf as he pushed himself in. Slowly, he began to thrust and jerk his hips back and forth -- and then he slowed down for a moment to push even further. This generated a favorable reaction from Allen, who murred and proceeded to sweat profusely. The gorilla wrapped his hands on both sides of Allen's rear end in order to invest more energy into reaching his partner's prostate. Once he reached the sweet spot, the gorilla declared, "That's nice!"
Meanwhile, the wolf was pawing off with one free arm as he felt a tremendous object being forced inside. Pain and pleasure were intertwined and there was nothing that could match his feeling of pure, adrenaline-ravaged bliss. Allen cried for more, and John gave him just that. Because it was a new experience for John, the gorilla required his partner's guidance.
John interpreted the call for "more" as putting more of his body into the thrust. Not only was his waist involved, but now he put his entire body into each thrust, but the humping was a lot slower. Every time John moved in, Allen let out a breathless gasp.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" moaned Allen. "Ohhhhh, more! More!"
John was horny -- and most certainly very hard -- but he was already tired of the grind. He pulled out and moved to his side. From there, he laid on his back and asked the willing wolf to sit on top of him. Allen complied with his request. The wolf made sure he sat right on top of the cop's uncut shaft. The first try was successful. John was able to guide him in by placing his right hand against the submissive wolf's back and his other hand placed squarely on the left side of the wolf's hip.
Allen bobbed up and down while stroking himself. His shaft was leaking precum and a few drops of it landed onto the cop's pants, but John didn't seem to mind at all. The precum was a definite indication that he was doing something right. Allen was enjoying the experience, and so was John.
"Faster! Move faster! Keep going!" shouted John.
The wolf was sliding up and down at a furious pace, and John marveled at the wolf's stamina. He had a hard time keeping up. Allen rode the cop's eager cock and groaned as his prostate was poked. The wolf knew that he was going to ejaculate... and then, it happened. Allen shot three long spurts of semen into the air. Some landed on John while the rest flew into some nearby bushes. This set a chain reaction, resulting in the gorilla injecting his thick, milky fluid into the wolf's tailhole. Both were exhausted by the end of the ordeal.
The opportunity gave John a better sense of what he wanted to do for his future. He wanted to do something exhilirating, but nothing could be as exhilirating as having rough, anal sex in the middle of woods; in the middle of nowhere.
"You don't speak of this," said John as he brushed himself off.
"I won't. Thanks, though. I appreciate it." Allen slowly made his way up the embankment. When he reached the road, Allen asked the cop. "Hey, what's your name?"
"John Hendrick."
"John... you told me that I should slow down, right? I think I will now, because you got me to stop -- and I don't regret stopping."
"You got the right idea, kid." John followed Allen up to the road and walked the wolf back to the car. Allen showcased his sense of humor by walking to the car with a subtle waddle. That got the gorilla to chuckle. John took a deep breath before asking for Allen's phone number. After everything that happened so far, the wolf shrugged and told the blushing cop his number. "I'll call you when I'm in the area, alright?" said John.
"Sure thing. See you later!"
This wasn't an ordinary traffic stop... not by any stretch. John wasn't an ordinary cop -- at least, he didn't want to be ordinary. John wanted to be a detective, tracking and solving murders. He wanted to be part of the chase. He wanted the adrenaline, not tedious patrols. He wanted to be reminded of what adrenaline felt like -- and he felt it. When Allen drove away, he wanted more of it. He wanted Allen, but it would take some time before he could see him again. He set a goal for himself. Once he manages to earn his promotion and become detective, he would see Allen again.
This would become the end of his old life. His new life, new ambitions and sexual desires was just beginning.