Officer Burkes's 10" Billy Club

 

 Story by Johnny Corio

 Illustrations by Michael Kirwan

Originally published in Inches magazine - November, 1999

  

 

Undercover cop delivers the final blow

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Adam had just finished soaping up his body when the intercom buzzed. Shit, he thought, why the hell every fucking time I get in the shower? He quickly rinsed off, wrapped a towel around his twenty-eight-inch, twenty-year-old waist and, dripping water across the floor, scooted to the front door. Swinging it open, he was startled to see the blue uniform of one of New York City's finest. The cop standing on the front stoop was over six feet tall and looked to be about a hundred and eighty pounds of raw muscle. His handsome face was ruddy from the sun, except where coarse, gray stubble covered an invincibly strong jaw. Lush, black lashes framed a pair of ice-blue eyes.

 

"Mr. Jones? Adam Jones? That you?" The officer's deep, stern voice vibrated through Adam, jolting his adrenal glands into overdrive.

 

"Yes," Adam croaked, his throat suddenly tightening with apprehension.

 

"I'm Officer Burke, with the Twenty-fourth. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions. Mind if I come in?"

 

"Oh! Well ... No, of course not!" Adam stepped aside and as the massive cop brushed past him, Adam breathed in the heady scent of body odor and tobacco.

 

"I was ... uh ... in the shower when you buzzed. Can you wait here a sec and I'll go throw on some pants." Adam's heart was racing as he scrambled down the hallway to the bedroom and retrieved a pair of gray sweat pants that lay crumpled atop a pile of dirty laundry. He struggled to pull them over his damp, downy legs and then hurried back to the living room. Officer Burke was standing beside the bookcase, eyeballing the shelf with a copy of The Joy of Gay Sex on it.

 

"Is there something wrong?" Adam asked hesitantly.

 

"Possibly," Burke said, pulling a crumpled envelope from his pocket and tossing it to Adam. "That yours?"

 

"Uh ... Yeah... I guess so. I mean it's addressed to me. Looks like junk mail."

 

Burke's eyes narrowed. "This morning, at approximately 8:50 a.m., an undercover officer witnessed a young man--twenty-something, blond, thin build--discarding that envelope in the trash can at the corner of 103rd and West End Avenue."

 

"Oh. Yeah. That would be me, Officer. You see, sir, I usually pick up my mail on the way out of the house and toss the junk mail at the corner."

 

"Well, some evidence from a robbery was also found in that can and so we're checking for leads. Did you see anyone else near the can this morning?"

 

"Sorry, man. I didn't see anything."

 

"That's cool. 'Cause there wasn't anything to see."

 

"Huh?"

 

"I was working and saw you and thought this would be a good way to meet you."

 

At this point Adam wasn't sure what to think. Was this some kind of setup? Officer Burke was shifting his balls a bit too much to just be adjusting. Then he ran his tongue across his full bottom lip, bit down on it slowly and then leaned back against the desk. Adam could see the outline of Burke's cock in his trousers. It looked to be just as long and twice as thick as the billy club hanging from the cop's waist.

 

"So, Adam," Burke said, "you wouldn't happen to have a beer around here, would you?"

 

A few moments later, the cop was stretched out of the sofa popping the top off a can of suds. Adam sat in the  leather wing chair across from him and watched the brute pour a long stream of yellow liquid down his throat while, with his other hand, he adjusted that massive tool. Adam wondered how many times a day he had to shift that huge slab of meat around. Suddenly, he heard himself blurt out, "Man, that looks like an awfully big dick you got there!"

 

Burke's eyes narrowed. "You wanna see it? Go on," the cop ordered, "take a look."

 

Adam slowly unbuttoned the navy trousers and then carefully unzipped the fly. Burke wasn't wearing underwear and the first thing Adam saw was the coarse hair of a thick black bush. The silver teeth of the zipper parted faster now, revealing ten full inches of uncut tube steak. "Holy shit!" Adam cried, his eyes bugging out at the sight of Burke's humongous schlong.

 

 

 

"You think you can cram all of this big cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?" Burke challenged.

 

"I ... suppose I could ... try," Adam said hesitantly.

 

"Then suck it!" Burke commanded.

 

Adam wasted no time going to work on that juicy slab of meat. He chewed on the tender foreskin and then ran his tongue along the underside of the veiny shaft. He licked Burke's egg-sized testicles and tried to suck the whole sack into his mouth at once, but couldn't, so he worked his way back to the head, which by now had swollen up to the size of a ripe, purple plum. Adam sucked that juicy knob like it was a cherry Blow Pop. Sweet dick honey oozed down Adam's chin as Burke worked his meat back and forth across Adam's pouty, pink lips.

 

Adam pulled back.

 

"Did I tell you to stop?" the cop asked.

 

"No, sir," Adam said obediently. "But ... what I'd really like," he said, his tone changing abruptly, "is for you to shove that monster-sized meat up my tight pink ass and fuck me like the pig you are!"

 

Burke tackled Adam, pinning his wrists to the parquet with his big, callused cop hands. "Maybe I need to cuff you first."

 

Burke grabbed a fistful of the boy's corn-silk hair, dragged him across the floor and handcuffed him face-down to the radiator. He yanked down Adam's sweat pants and spit on his hairy, big-knuckled fingers. Roughly, he greased up the boy's hole and then hurled himself down on top of Adam. Adam felt the rough stubble from Burke's chin scrape against the side of his tender neck. Burke's hot breath hissed in his ear. "Get ready, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you." That made Adam's butthole dilate and a stream of clear ass-juice leaked down the inside of his tender thigh.

 

 

"Then fuck me," Adam begged. "Please, sir. Fuck me now!"

 

Burke lunged forward, splitting Adam's horny ass wide open with the entire width and girth of that humongous horse-cock. True to his word, Burke fucked him ferociously, pounding away like a maniac.

 

As the powerful cop relentlessly ravaged his ass, Adam felt the thickly veined underside of Burke's massive shaft sliding back and forth. His love button was getting bigger and bigger with each stroke of that monster schlong, causing a stream of sticky juice to ooze out of Adam's dick, gluing his stomach to the floor.

 

Burke pounded away like a machine. Adam fell into a state of total bliss and lost all sense of time. He was being carried along, it seemed, on an erotic electrical current which buzzed through his ass and up his spine. It was Burke's voice, growling into his ear, that brought Adam back.

 

"I'm gonna shoot."

 

"Oh, yes, sir! Shoot it! Shoot that hot cum so deep inside me I choke on it!"

 

"Aaaaarrrrgh!" Like a frenzied beast, Burke bit down hard into Adam's neck. His whole body convulsed as that massive hose sprayed about a gallon of hot spooge up his chute. Adam shot at the same time, screaming as the intensity of the pleasure and pain climaxed together.

 

For a moment, they were both still. And then Burke got up, unlocked the cuffs and left without saying a word.

 

Totally satiated, Adam lay motionless on the floor. Finally, he got to his feet and stumbled toward the bathroom for a hot shower. In the hallway, he stepped on something. Bending over, he picked up the crumpled piece of junk mail and carefully placed it by the front door. First thing tomorrow, he thought, I'll throw it out at the very same corner.

 

THE     END

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