It was 6 pm on Friday, ending another week of work at the garage. As always, Tom and his co-workers were cleaning up the grease and grime from their work. They were excited and laughing, chomping at the bit to get to the bar as they did every Friday night after work.
After cleaning up, they all jumped in their hotrods peeling out from the garage parking lot. None of them wanted to be the last to get to Amanda’s tavern, the bar they went to. It was an ongoing contest every Friday after work. The last one to arrive at Amanda’s had to buy the first round.
Tom’s ’69 cherry Pontiac Lemans always served him well. He was leading the pack on the back road. Chuck, in his Trans Am with Lenny riding shotgun, was right on his ass with less than a mile to go. Just after rounding the last curve before the last stretch of straightaway, gunned it and swerved around Tom. They were neck and neck as Tom glanced in his rear view mirror to see Todd lagging way behind as usual.
He looked back over to Chuck who now had a half a car length on him.
“Shit! You mother fucker,” he screamed as he laughed to himself and pressed his foot down, hoping to take the lead again. Chuck power-shifted into overdrive pulling his rear bumper even with Tom’s front.
“Son of a bitch!” Tom yelled as he saw a car coming in the opposite direction right at them.
Chuck reacted quickly and started to pull back over in front of Tom and Tom had to ease off to let him in to avoid a wreck. They both slowed down as they saw the sign for the bar and pulled into the parking lot.
Chuck jumped out of his car screaming up a storm. “Loser! Loser. When are you gonna get a real car, Tom?” Chuck yelled out pointing at him through the windshield and slamming his hands down on the hood and laughing.
Tom couldn’t help laughing with him as he got out and Todd pulled in. It was just one of the few times, he wasn’t the first to pull in.
“Every dog has its damn day,” he yelled back at Chuck laughing. “Todd’s the one who really needs a car,” he added as they all turned their heads watching as he parked his Chevelle.
“‘Bout damn time you got here, Todd. We thought you got lost,” Lenny harassed Todd as he got out of the car.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. At least I have a damn car, Lenny,” Todd shot back at him.
“Yeah, yeah. Can’t wait to get my free beer. I hope you can make it inside faster than you got here. Otherwise, we might dehydrate,” Lenny said as they all went to the door and inside.
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“Well, I’m gonna hit it. See you guys on Monday,” Tom said as he chugged the last of his beer from the mug and slammed it down on the table.
“Always the lightweight. It’s still fucking early,” Lenny said.
“Can you blame him? If my wife looked like his, I would have been hittin’ that hours ago,” Todd said.
“Tell her when she’s ready for a real meal instead of a snack to call me,” Chuck said as he squeezed his crotch over his jeans.
“Hah, that’s not what your girlfriend told me when she was blowing me last night,” Todd said.
“Well, at least I have a girlfriend. Your girlfriend is like your car – It doesn’t exist,” Chuck said laughing.
Tom shook his head chuckling to himself. He glanced at the clock on the wall behind the bar. It was 10:18. He had to pee and looked towards the bathroom and saw there was a line waiting to get in.
It’s only ten minutes to get home if I hurry, he thought and headed for the door.
He got to his car realizing he had to pee worse than he thought. He looked around the parking lot, considering peeing right there, but two cars pulled in. He opened the door and jumped in the driver’s seat.
The engine rumbled as he revved it a few times trying to impress the crowd that just pulled in. He backed out of the parking spot and pulled up to the road. He gunned it, peeling out onto the road to head home. He speed-shifted through the gears wanting to get home to pee as quick as he could.
He was at sixty-eight miles per hour as he flew by the little natural gas control station when he saw the lights come on, the familiar red and blue lights flashing and the sound of the siren wailed as he looked in the rear view mirror.
“FUCK!” he yelled out as he let off the gas and ran down through the gears and finally pulled over.
He knew the drill as he shut off the car and engaged the parking brake. He reached over to the glove box and pulled out his registration and insurance card as the officer parked and started walking up to his car.
He lifted himself up slightly to grab his wallet from his back pocket as the officer came up beside the car. One hand holding a flashlight and the other at the ready on the holster of the firearm.
Tom rolled his window down and looked at the officer. A brunette woman around 5′ 7″ tall, her ample breasts filling the top of her uniform.
“License, registration, and insurance sir,” she said in a commanding voice as her flashlight moved, lighting up the interior of the car.
Tom handed her his documents as he squeezed his dick over his jeans hoping he could hold off peeing long enough to get home.
She agonizingly slowly pointed the flashlight on his items, flipping through each of them to ensure they were in order.
Tom really had to pee as he was moving his legs alternatively and squeezing himself harder.
“Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?” she asked him.
“I have no idea, ma’am,” he said, lying.
“It’s officer. Not ma’am,” she said sternly.
“Sorry, ma’am, I mean officer,” he said.
“Have you been drinking, sir?”
“Umm, yeah. I mean, I had a few beers at Amanda’s, but I’m not drunk or anything. I was just…”
“It’s a yes or no question. I don’t need a dissertation, sir. So, your answer is yes?”
“Oh shit,” he said squeezing his dick harder hoping to God he didn’t pee in his jeans.
“Yes or no, sir.”
“Yes. Yes. Okay. Yes, I have been drinking. Can we please just get this done with quickly? Write my ticket or whatever. I really, really, need to pee.”
“Do you know what the speed limit is on this road? You should as you just passed the speed limit sign.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s forty-five.”
“And do you know how fast you were going, sir?”
“Forty-five?”
“Nice try. I clocked you at sixty-eight, sir. Are you a fireman, sir? I don’t know of any fires going on right now even if you were.”
“No, ma, I mean, officer, but I could put one out right now, I have to pee so bad. Are you gonna write me a ticket or what?”
“Sir, step out of the car!”
“What? Why?”
“NOW! I said, step out of the car now!”
“Okay, okay,” he said, opened his door and got out.
She stepped back, her hand on her holster again. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back. You’re under arrest.”
“What? For what? Please just write your ticket so I can get home and pee. Please. I really have to pee.”
“I said, hands behind your back. NOW! You were going twenty-three miles per hour over the limit. Anything over twenty gets you arrested. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you…,” she said as she grabbed her handcuffs and placed them on his wrists.
“Please, ma’am, officer. Sorry. I really have to pee, officer. I mean it. I’m not giving you a line of shit or anything. Please,” he interrupted her, begging.
“Do you understand your rights?”
“Yes, but do you understand how bad I have to pee?”
“Sir, your bodily functions or lack thereof are not my concern. Do you have any weapons?”
“Weapons? No. Of course not.”
After securing the handcuffs, she patted down his sides and then down each leg individually.
“Do you have any sharp objects in your possession, sir?”
“No. I just have to pee. Please, officer.”
She slid her hand into his right front pocket, then his left.
“Okay. You’re under arrest. Let’s go,” she said grabbing him by the elbow from behind and leading him to the patrol car.
“Officer even though I’ve been telling you and telling you, you don’t understand how badly I need to pee. If you put me in the car, I’m gonna end up peeing my pants. Your car is going to stink like pee and probably for a while. Do you really want that? Seriously, I really, really have to pee and I’m going to pee my pants like soon!”
She stopped and took a deep breath. “Are you fucking serious right now?” she asked.
“Yes. I’ve been telling you. That’s why I was speeding to begin with. I was gonna pee before I left, but there was a line. I figured I could just get home and pee, but then you pulled me over and now here we are.”
She let out a long sigh. “Okay,” she said and yanked him by his elbow between the cars and to the passenger side of her police cruiser. She faced him away from the road and the car. “Alright then. Pee.”
“Umm, are you going to un-cuff me?”
“No sir. I can not do that. You’re under arrest,” she said.
“How the hell am I supposed to pee handcuffed?”
“That’s your problem. Are you gonna pee or not?”
“I can’t even get my dick out with these handcuffs on. Come on, help me out here.”
“Are you suggesting that I pull your dick out?”
“Well, either that or you can un-cuff me.”
“I’m not going to un-cuff you. As I told you, you’re under arrest.”
“Well, you’re going to have to pull it out then,” he said.
She moved to the side of him and looked down at his crotch. She let out another long sigh. “Jesus Christ,” she said.
Keeping her grip on his elbow, she reached out with her other hand and unzipped his fly. She looked up at his face. It was contorted.
“Oh God. I’m gonna pee my pants. Please, please take it out,” he begged her.
She looked back down to his open zipper and inhaled deeply. She slowly reached back out and pushed two fingers and a thumb inside his zipper expecting to have to pull his underwear down or find the front hole. Instead, she immediately felt his bare cock.
“Are you not wearing underwear?”
“No. I never do. Oh God. Please, hurry. I’m serious. I can’t hold it any longer. PLEASE!”
She pinched the base of his cock between her two fingers and her thumb and tried to pull it out. It barely budged. She tried again as she heard him whimpering and noticed him shifting his weight between his feet rapidly.
“Damnit,” she said and let go of his elbow and dropped down to her knees beside him.
She grabbed him again and tugged with more force as it started to move a little. “My God, you must have a big one,” she said and glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed and his agonizing grimace made his need apparent.
She pulled her fingers back out and then used both hands to unbutton the top of his jeans. She reached back down and grabbed the base of his cock with her whole hand and tugged. Finally, his seven-and-a-half-inch cock plopped out. Her eyes widened when she saw it.
He immediately started peeing, but it was almost hitting his shoe. She was still holding it, so she held it up slightly so his stream went out away from his feet.
She couldn’t believe she was on her knees, holding this big cock while it peed. She’d never seen anyone pee as hard as he was.
She held him and looked up at him and said, “My God. You weren’t kidding. You really did have to pee bad,” and then laughed.
“Yeah. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned out in relief as he continued peeing.
She stared at the big cock she was holding. She had a fleeting thought as to whether it would cum that hard too. She shook her head quickly as if shaking her thoughts away. Finally, his stream slowed slightly, then to a trickle.
She felt his cock flex a couple of times in her hand as he tried to force the last of his pee out. She swore that it was growing in her hand as she glanced up at his face. He was looking down at her holding his cock.
“Could you please, stroke it a couple of times and shake it to get the last of it out?” he asked.
“What?”
“You know, to get the last of the pee out of my cock. You just need to stroke it from the base up a couple times and shake it. Please?”
“Oh my God. What the actual fuck,’ she thought to herself.
She swallowed hard as she now knew the cock was growing in her hand as she slowly squeezed it at the base and ran it up the length of his shaft to his rim. Then she did it again as it flexed and grew harder in her hand.
“Now just shake it. Give it a little shake,” he said looking down at her again.
So, she shook it as she felt it grow bigger and harder. She quickly removed her hand and looked back up at him.
“You’re gonna need to put it back now.”
“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” she said as she looked at it again. It stuck straight out from his body and hard as a rock and at least two inches longer than when she pulled it out.
Her breathing became slightly labored as she wrapped her hand around the middle of the phallus and tried to pull it back into his open jeans. It had no effect. She used her other hand and put it into the fly at the bottom and tried to pull it away from his body to put it back in.
“My God. It’s too big and hard to get back in,” she said still holding it in her hand as she looked back up to his face.
“Maybe there’s something you can do to make it soft again,” he suggested and smiled at her.
“What? You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said as she then looked back down at that big hard cock in her hand.
It was now flexing on its own. She closed her eyes for a moment and then reopened them thinking it would somehow shrink on its own. It didn’t.
She swallowed hard again as she felt her pussy moisten as she looked at it. Then she slowly ran her hand up his hard shaft to the head and back down.
“Mmm,” he moaned quietly.
She did it again a little bit faster as he moaned longer. She felt her nipples harden as she squeezed him more in her hand. She started to stroke him faster.
He moaned out louder and repeatedly.
She went faster and faster and then she couldn’t take it anymore as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked his cock head in.
“Oh, yes. Ooooooh, God,” he moaned out even louder.
She bobbed her head as she continued to stroke him. She bobbed her head faster to the cadence of his moans. She felt it flex and ooze some pre-cum out. She swirled her tongue around and around, swallowing the salty substance.
“Oh yes. Oh God. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna cum. Oh my God. Oh yes, please don’t stop,” he was almost screaming now.
She had no intention of stopping now., Not until she got her reward. She bobbed her head further each time, now taking almost half of him into her mouth as she continued stroking the bottom half of his man meat.
“Oh, ooooooh, oooooooh. I’m cumming!” He screamed as his whole cock swelled in her mouth and hand.
She quickly pulled back leaving just his head inside her lips. He shot out forcefully, hitting the opening to her throat. She tried to swallow as another huge stream jettisoned in, filling her mouth and oozing out the corners. Again, he shot out, she couldn’t keep up. More and more cum leaked out the corners of her mouth and down onto her uniform.
She kept swallowing until he finally stopped spurting, but his cock still kept flexing hard. She swallowed more and ran her hand up and down his shaft. More cum leaked out onto her tongue. She swallowed it and ran her tongue around his mushroomed head.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth. It made an audible pop. She looked up at him. Her eyes were glazed over and she closed them for a moment. Her tongue swirled around in her mouth, seeking any remnants of his cum.
She opened her eyes again and looked at his semi-erect cock. She didn’t even realize she was still holding it. She leaned in and kissed his tip, let go of him and stood up. She grabbed his elbow and turned him around, facing her cruiser.
She grabbed her keys and unlocked the cuffs and freed him. She started walking to the front of the car, stopped, and turned back around.
She looked directly at his cock hanging out the front of his jeans. She licked her lips.
As she started to smile, she said, “I can’t wait for next Friday. Next time, you’re gonna fuck me though. See you at home, honey,” and she walked around to the driver’s side of her cruiser.
“Hey,” she yelled over the top of the car. “You better put that thing away before you get arrested for indecent exposure,” giggled and got in her police cruiser and pulled away.
