Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

He looked at me hungrily and my heart sank. His pants were tenting as he dropped the tablet to the floor. "Damn, Steven, now I got a problem I'm gonna need help with. Maybe we can help each other out."

"Oh please no, what do you mean?" I stuttered.

"I've got years of conflict resolution training and you are a skilled cocksucker, Steven. Option A, you use your skills and I'll use mine. Or option B, we can proceed to the station and let Mr. Thomas press charges. If we leave now, you may be processed by this evening, and if your wife posts bail, you could be home in time for supper."

"Please, officer..."

"A or B, Steven, ten seconds!" he barked.

"A, I choose A." I yelled, then after taking a breath, said softly, "My name is Wayne."

"It's Steven I need right now. I don't want the hit quick and get out version, either. It's been a long fucking time and I want the full treatment from balls to tip, fondled, stroked kissed and licked, Steven. Now help me get these pants down while I think about our talk with Mr. Thomas."

He stretched his feet out to the floor on my side, raised his pelvis, looked at his crotch, then back to me. I took his cue and leaned toward him to unbuckle his belt. He smiled at me but somehow, not quite with the same spiteful arrogance that Mark showed. As if that made it any better.

As I peeled his pants down, he lifted his pelvis and wiggled his hips to help. I pulled his boxers along with the pants. And his semi-hard, dark cock flopped onto his shirt. While I worked them down past his knees, he unbuttoned a few buttons and spread his shirt so his seven inches could lay on his exposed stomach.

He didn't look old enough to be married twenty-two years and was in fairly good shape with the start of a 'spare tire' around the midsection. His cock was cut, very dark and balls almost hairless. His almost round cock head had a pink hue to it, making it stand out against his darker shaft and belly.

I worked his pants down to his ankles and he spread his knees, leaning back against the door. His smile was wide and bright, as I sat in disbelief. Was this guy in cahoots with Mark Thomas, or was this some kind of unbelievable coincidence?

I stared at his stiffening dick, and he started singing softly, "Stroke me, stroke me." Then he spoke commandingly, "Like you love it, Steven; start slow and I want the enthusiasm you gave Mr. Thomas." I looked at him with pleading eyes. "On the clock, Steven; ten, nine..."

I leaned in with my right hand and pressed my palm gently against his nuts and pushed up his length rubbing my flattened palm up his shaft to the tip. He moaned softly and closed his eyes, as the tingling in my balls began again. I cursed my own cock as his hardening cock seemed to take control of my own, bringing on another sympathetic hard-on.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. Then I slid back down about halfway, gripped his shaft and began to stroke his length slowly. He became almost instantly rock hard giving me hope this would be over soon.

"Oh that's good, now that two-hand thing you did." He seemed to melt into the door becoming more relaxed as his head rolled back against the door like he was taking a much-needed nap. His breathing was deep and steady, and he hummed softly.

With my left hand I cupped his balls rubbing slowly trying to imagine how I would want Amy to touch me. "Mmmmhhhhh." He sighed pushing his balls against my hand.

My right hand focused on stroking his tip and I felt his pre-cum begin to coat his head causing him to moan louder. I stroked faster hoping I could get him off quickly. "Fuck, Steven, slow down buddy, I want that mouth," he panted, and pushed my hands away.

"Kiss my balls, I miss that a lot. Help me out, buddy, I'm formulatin' a plan for ya." He looked at me with that wide grin. I hoped he wasn't playing me. He had me completely at his whim. There was no judge or jury that would see that video and believe me.

His scent was pungent and strong as I leaned in. When my tongue touched his wrinkled sack, it was so much softer than I imagined. His taste was slightly salty but oddly, had a hint of mint. I wasn't sure if it was the soap he used or what. "Oh yeah that's nice, now kiss them all over..." he sighed long and softly. I began to kiss them as he commanded. I can't explain why, but kissing them seemed worse than licking them. The thought of kissing another man just seemed more disturbing to me.

His hips gyrated and he moaned his approval over and over, so I continued. "Oh yeah, worship it, cocksucker."

When I sufficiently covered his nuts with kisses, I advanced to licking, starting by licking up his centerline separating his balls with my tongue. Then I swirled around the sides and up the seam of his balls and thigh. His hand gripped my head, holding me there and guiding me to cover every bit of him. Then I ran my tongue firmly up his shaft feeling the veins against my tongue. He groaned in ecstasy, and I sensed he was done waiting, so when I reached his head, I sucked his tip into my mouth and plunged him in.

"Oh yes, Steven, fuck!" he groaned loudly, and raised his ass off the seat.

I bobbed my head up and down working his length into my throat in a few strokes. His body trembled and the urgency of his groans told me he was there. His second hand gripped my head and I bounced on his cock as fast as I could. His pre-cum coated my mouth and the stirring in my cock was off the charts. I was hard as steel and disgusted that I couldn't stop it.

He grunted hard and deep, and his cock pulsed releasing jet after jet of hot spunk into my mouth and throat. "Oh fuck! Eat my fucking jizz, cocksucker," he growled, as his body jerked.

I did as commanded, trying not to let anything dribble onto his uniform. After what, I guessed was about ten throbbing pulses of spunk, his orgasm passed, and I continued to milk him dry.

"Oh shit, Steven, Mr. Thomas was right. You are a cock-hungry fuck."

He pushed me off and pulled his pants up. "Damn," he panted, then held up my 'burner' phone. "This is your cocksucker phone, right?"

I nodded my head in shame. It was my private-eye-bringing-down-the-bad-guy phone, but to Officer Reeves, it was my cock-sucking-stalker phone. I understood why he thought so after everything.

He typed something in, and his phone dinged. "We've got each other's info now. I'm going to need some follow-up on this matter, Steven. Maybe once a week. Same time next week?" he said, as he exited the car.

"I can't. I'm a pilot, so my schedule changes. This was my long weekend. I take off first thing in the morning and I'll be working next Monday..."

"It's okay, Steven, I'm flexible. When do you get back in town?

"Thursday and Friday next week, but I've got a family..."

He put on his holster and adjusted his uniform. "We'll make it work, Steven. I won't need much of your time. But if you want my help, I need you to commit to a time for a follow-up session."

"Thursday morning, I get back and off the clock at 6:15am if the flight's on time," I said, looking down at the car seat in shame.

"Now we better see what we can do to talk Mr. Thomas out of pressing charges. Step out of the vehicle, Mr. Stilson, and follow me."

He carried my phones and tablet, and I followed as we walked to Mark Thomas's house. Mark came to the door in his bathrobe again. "Officer Reeves." He nodded and looked at me without speaking.

"Mr. Thomas, I think Steven is ready to deliver a full confession and an apology. Isn't that right, Steven."

I wanted to scream, "Hell no! I didn't do anything!" But even as that thought went through my head, I noticed in the reflection of the door glass my semi-hard cock, and the wet spot of pre-cum that soaked through my lycra shorts. "Yes. I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas."

Mark could not hold back his arrogant grin any longer. "Well that's great, but how am I supposed to sleep tonight knowing the nut job that was stalking me apologized and that's that? He needs to pay the price for his bad behavior. Otherwise, he'll just go on to someone else."

"Mr. Thomas, I think Steven truly regrets his behavior and he has no priors. He has had some stress in his life lately and got a little out of hand. I've talked to him about other outlets for his stress and he has shown a willingness to comply with the law. By the way, he did confirm the video you told me about. It's on here," Officer Reeves said, holding up the tablet. "Would you like to see it? It corroborates your story."

"Yes, please, and I will need a copy. In case there's a repeat of his stalking behavior," he said looking at my wet spot. My cock was now completely soft.

"So that sounds like you are willing to not press charges, should Steven comply with your demands. I will remind you, according to your own statement, you took the money. From what I saw, you were a more-than-willing participant in the solicitation."

"I think that sounds reasonable, I know he has a family, and I would never want to break them up." said Mark, feigning concern.

"Can we step inside then and continue the discussion?" Officer Reeves asked, as he looked at me. "Are you willing to comply with Mr. Thomas, Steven? I think he's being very gracious, letting you off so easily."

Fucked and with no options that didn't blow up my life completely, I said, "Yes."

Mark led us to the kitchen and sat down at his laptop. "I have a thumb drive here. Put the video on this. Do you have the first one, too?"

They both looked at me and Officer Reeves asked, "First one?"

"Yeah, that shows the four hundred dollars and him recording my package."

"Steven?" asked Officer Reeves.

Fuck! I did have that one too. "Yes, but..." I stopped myself, already defeated.

"Let's see that one." said Officer Reeves, giving me the evil eye.

I played it and they watched together. Then they watched the second video while I stood there in shame. When Mark downloaded them to his drive, he turned to Officer Reeves. "Thank you, officer. Can I have a few minutes with Steven, to clarify my position on this matter?" His robe was tenting, and I knew what was coming next. No pun intended..

"Sure thing, Mark, I'll be at the house if things don't work out and you want to press charges. I start my shift in another hour," said Officer Reeves, matter of factly before looking at me. "I would cooperate fully if I were you, Steven. You should get on your knees and beg his forgiveness, 'cause he can put you in county for a nice, long vacation, if he wants."

"Thanks, Rodney," replied Mark, with a wave.

"Why don't you come over for dinner Friday. We'd love to have you over."

"Thanks, hopefully we can celebrate a new job. I have an interview tomorrow," replied Mark.

Fuck, they are friends and Officer Reeves wasn't even on fucking duty!

As Officer Reeves left, Mark's smile grew wider. "You will definitely be on your knees, but strip naked first, Steven."

"Please, enough..."

"I will not repeat myself. If you even think about disobeying me again, your choice will be jail, or, your naked ass over my knee for a spanking on the front porch.