Officer Carson was at his desk, finishing his report of the arrest he’d made earlier that afternoon, back behind the cafe where he usually gets lunch in the early afternoon. The report he was writing, detailed how he’d seen an older man strike up a conversation with a stranger at a table in the cafe, and the two of them had exited together and went around behind the building. Thinking it could be a drug deal, he went around the building after them, only to happen upon something…very different. There was definitely money exchanged, but not for drugs–behind the dumpster of the building, the older man was on his knees, sucking the younger man’s cock. Officer Carson told them to stop, the younger john booked it, and he arrested the older man and brought him in.
That’s what he was writing, at least, but that’s not quite what happened earlier that afternoon.
Some of it was true, of course. He had been at the cafe. He had witnessed money changing hands, and someone’s cock had gotten sucked. But the young man in his report–that had been him, and the very straight Officer Carson was still trying to fathom how, exactly, the old faggot had managed it. That is…how he’d gotten this young, strapping officer, back behind that cafe, willingly allowing that…disgusting old man to suck his cock.
Carson was a star of the police department. He’d only been on the force for a couple of years, but there was already chatter of him getting promoted to detective. He had proposed to his girlfriend a few months back, and they were planning their wedding this summer. He’d seen the man staring at him, through the cafe window for a minute or two. He looked to me in his seventies, at least, with almost no hair on his head, hunched over, his body almost lumpy with fat. He’d pegged him for a fag immediately–no normal man would just stand and stare at another dude like that, but he’d planned on just ignoring him, like usual. What he hadn’t expected, was the man to enter the cafe, bold as brass, waddle right over to Carson’s table and lean on the side, his face inches from Carson’s, who had his mouthful of sandwich. “Hello stud–I bet you’d like having that big cock sucked by daddy, wouldn’t you?”
Carson was too surprised to speak, and as he struggled to swallow, the old man’s hand found its way into his lap, to the bulge which was well outlined in the uniform pants Carson wore rather tight, and he couldn’t help but moan through half-chewed bite. In less than a minute later, he’d followed the old faggot out and around behind the building, dropped his pants, and the old fuck had started slobbering all over his cock. The entire time, Carson tried to deny it was happening, told himself that he needed to stop this, that he didn’t want this. But…but he did. He enjoyed the faggot’s mouth–it was a better blowjob than he’d ever had in his life, and he came after a couple of minutes, the fag swallowing it all down hungrily.
“Thank you for feeding this daddy,” he said, and stumbled up, “But there is matter of payment. Twenty dollars for this pig daddy’s services, please–this daddy has to keep his boy fed, sir.”
Carson wanted to refuse, but as in the rest of the encounter, he found his body acting on its own. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, handed the old man a twenty dollar bill, which he quickly stuffed in a pocket.
“Thank you sir! I’ve seen you eating lunch here often, and I’ll be sucking your delicious cock regularly, yes I will!” The fat man hauled himself back up to his feet, and Carson’s disgust welled back up at the sight of him. He was so fucking vile, and he’d just let that…toothless mouth suck his cock. He was shaking with fear and rage as the fat man walked back around to the front of the building, a bit of a skip in his waddle, and Carson couldn’t move–but he fought past whatever block this was, forced himself to grab the old man and shove him up against the wall, arresting him for prostitution. The whole time, the man was whining, saying he couldn’t be arrested that if he didn’t get home to his boy that evening he’d be in such trouble. Carson didn’t listen to a word he had to say, however, and it was clear that the old man was…shocked, and frustrated, that Carson was no longer obeying him. In the end, the old man would probably be held overnight, and then released–Carson, after all, didn’t want the matter investigated too deeply, unless his own…actual involvement be discovered. But a night in jail might be enough to discourage the faggot from approaching him again.
He was nearly done with the report, and most of the other officers had gone home for the evening, and he was planning on following them out the door soon. But before he could, a young man, he couldn’t have been much more than twenty, looked into the room, a bit timidly. He was chubby, with disheveled hair, and quite pale skin, like he hadn’t seen the sun in quite a while, and his clothes fit quite poorly. One of the other officers asked him if he was lost, and the young man, in a small voice, politely asked the man to show him where he could find Officer Carson. The officer was more than happy to help such a helpless boy, and pointed him to Carson’s desk, and continued on his way. The boy’s eyes hardened at the sight of the man who had caused him and one of his daddies such trouble–but he knew how to deal with men like that, oh yes he did, and this Officer Carson would learn his place soon enough.
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