lineups – Mansploitation

“I really don’t think I can pick him out of a lineup, Officer Jackson,” Rob said. He got in the passenger side of the patrol car.
“Well, we need you to try. We think we got the guy, but we need an ID on him,” Officer Jackson said. He pulled into traffic with a quickness. Unfortunately, traffic didn’t comply with his need for speed, and he was stuck almost immediately — not even turning on the siren would help. The street was jammed bumper-to-bumper with cars.
“Well… shit,” Rob said, sighing at the sight of the traffic jam.
“Yeah, goddamn I hate this city. Traffic sucks,” Jackson said. He let out a long, low sigh. “So what does a dude like you do for fun in this city? Sorry, was that weird to ask? I’m just making conversation.”
“No, that’s a fine question, officer. I am a bit of a music collector, namely funk. I love funk,” Rob said. “Oh, you know, I date a little, fool around… y’know… I love me a bit of rough trade.”
“Rough trade? What’s that?” He sighed and pounded on the steering wheel. He scowled at the car in front of him. The radio flickered into life, but it wasn’t a call aimed at Officer Jackson.
“It’s when a masculine guy lets a weaker guy taste his dick for money or a place to sleep or whatever.”
“So, wait, guys let you jack them off?”
“Oh, yeah, all the time.”
“I know Mexicans do that. My last partner explained about the activos and pasivos. I thought it was weird, but he said there’s a dude he messes with sometimes. His wife makes him get off so she doesn’t have to do it. He said all Mexicans do that, I said that seems like a sweeping generalization and-“
“Oh, that’s darling,” Rob said. “But it’s not just Mexicans, sweetie.” He squeezed Officer Jackson’s bicep beneath his uniform shirt. It was firm and meaty, and it made him giggle because it made Jackson’s chest muscles ripple. “Lots of guys do that, for money… or just… for fun. When there’s no girls around. Like right now.”
“You comin’ on to me?”
“I bet I can get you off and swallow all your cum down before we get off this highway,” Rob said. He moistly sucked on his finger, deep-throating it until he got Officer Jackson’s attention. Rob smiled. “I’m very good.”
“As good as a girl?”
Rob scoffed. “Sweetie, I’m better than any girl. I can throat any cock, and I love to swallow cum. What girl can make that boast?” He reached over and teased the side of Officer Jackson’s thigh.
“Shit… You want me to be ya rough trade?”
“Well, I’d have to offer you something of value, but that would be illegal,” Rob said. “So why don’t we just do something more fun? It’s not illegal to gamble on dick, is it?” He stroked Officer Jackson’s cock through his uniform slacks. “If I can make you blow a nut before we get off the highway, then I get to spend one night worshiping your cock and your ass and every part of your body.” Rob unzipped Jackson’s uniform slacks and pulled his already erect cock out.
Officer Jackson shifted his weight and scooted back to give Rob more room to touch his dick through his slacks. “Look… I dunno ’bout that…” He blushed. “You can stroke it a bit, that’s… y’know…”
“Hmmm… you sure I can’t take it out? Let it see the light of day?”
Officer Jackson made a bunch of grunting noises, some of which sounded like “yes” and others like “no”. But Rob just kept rubbing it through his clothes, until it was as hard as iron and the precum leaking out made a little wet spot on the fabric.
“Oh, god, man… Do you really throat dick that good?”
“Even better.” Rob aimed his voice directly into Officer Jackson’s ear, and he kept his tone low and sultry. Jackson moaned and shuddered.
“Goddamn, boy, look, you can suck on it a bit, okay, just get it wet? Just, uh… Oh god…” It took all his concentration to keep driving. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”
“I promise, it’ll be our little lavender secret,” Rob said. He unzipped Officer Jackson’s slacks and took his dick out. It was big and thick and, Rob was glad to see, uncut. It was meaty and firm. It tasted salty from the moment Rob popped it into his mouth, precum already flowing down his shaft.
“Hmmm… Goddamn…”
“Isn’t this nice? I haven’t even started on it yet,” Rob said with a giggle. He still just played with the tip, letting his spit drip all over it and into the humid forest of Officer Jackson’s crotch within his slacks. “I’m just teasing still.”
Officer Jackson grunted. A surge of terror hit him as he realized he wasn’t paying too much attention to the road, but the traffic was still almost entirely stopped. He crept forward a few feet a minute.
Dispatch to Car 25. Jackson, hey?

Officer Jackson swore. He grabbed for the radio with one hand, while his other guided Rob onto his dick. Rob wanted to make him moan into the radio — he thought that would be funny — so he deep-throated Officer Jackson’s dick the moment he pushed the transmit button on the radio.

“Car 25 he — heeere…” His voice did break as he spoke, but he just pushed Rob’s head deeper on his dick. He squirmed in his seat and closed his eyes.
Hey, Jackson, you still picking that witness up? Don’t worry about it. We caught him trying to pawn the cash register.
“Thank god,” Officer Jackson said. Then he spoke into the radio, “Okay. Cool. I already picked him up, but I’ll just take him back home.”
Rob lifted his head up, wiping precum off his chin, and giggled. “So the guy robbed a gas station then tried to pawn the cash register that day? Do pawn shops even take cash registers?”
“He was probably a meth-head,” Officer Jackson said. “That’s a total meth move.”
“Hey, so how do you want me to swallow your cum?” Since most women didn’t like sucking dick or swallowing cum, or talking about either, Rob liked to tease straight men by bringing it up. He chased Jackson’s dick with his mouth as he talked. “Cuz I like to have you ejaculate on my tongue, that way I can taste every drop-“
“Yeah, do that.” He gently pushed Rob’s head back to his dick, but Rob just kept stroking.
Rob teased the tip of his dick with his tongue. Jackson was right on the edge of orgasm, and Rob kept him there. “So another option is for me to throat you, so you shoot all your load in my throat, like real deep in my throat. The downside there is that I don’t get to taste as much of it. But if you like being deep-throated, that’s probably the way to go.”
“Yeah. Do that.” The traffic was beginning to clear out. Rob had totally forgotten they were originally betting over how quickly Officer Jackson might cum.
“Let’s see, there’s also the porno option. That’s where you jack yourself off and cum on my face. I’ll have to clean myself up and swallow it all. That makes for a good visual for the camera, but I think it’s the least sexy,” Rob said. He paused for a moment to lick Jackson’s shaft from root to tip, making him shudder and moan again.
“Come on, just swallow it, just swallow it, okay?” He was desperately plaintive now.
“Hmmm… Okay, it’s up to me?”
“Yeah! Just swallow it, man! Come on!” He pounded on the steering wheel. His dick throbbed mightily, like it might cum no matter what.
Rob had always known how he was going to do it — he was going to deep-throat. While he did enjoy having a man cum in his mouth, he knew this would feel better for Jackson, which meant Rob might get to make this a regular occurrence. Besides that, the steering wheel was in the way, which might have made the other methods more difficult.
So he rammed his head all the way down. As his orgasm hit him, just as he pulled the car onto an off-ramp, Officer Jackson parked on the side of the road. He couldn’t control his body anymore. Cars whizzed past as he leaned back and finally blew the biggest load of his lifetime.
Nobody had ever swallowed his cum as deeply as this. Officer Jackson let out a loud howl, his mind whirring as he wondered what he’d say if some other cop saw him parked here. He held Rob’s head all the way down on his cock, until he had shot every drop down Rob’s tight, warm throat.
“Shit! Hell yeah, boy! Goddamn!” Officer Jackson screamed.
His cum was thick and salty, with a certain musty quality that Rob adored. His load sat heavily in Rob’s belly, his heat seeping into Rob’s flesh. Rob kept sucking even as his lungs cried out for oxygen.
“Shit…” Officer Jackson said, his voice now quiet and wavery, exhausted, his forehead dappled with sweat. “Shit, man.”
Rob pulled off. He loudly gulped down the mouth full of cum he still had. It sat hotly in his belly. “So you see, that’s what I do for fun in this city.”
“Uh-huh. Shit, man…” Officer Jackson gulped as he put his moist cock away. “Shit… That was better than any girl. Don’t quote me on that.”
Rob giggled. “You don’t need to worry about that.” His hands pawed at Officer Jackson’s chest. “I practice the utmost discretion.” He paused. “You owe me a night in a motel. I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetie. You ever had a tossed salad? I’ll make you cum till your balls fall off.”
Officer Jackson cleared his throat and rearranged himself in his slacks. “Man… Shut up, okay? You’re gonna make me horny again. I’ll take you home now.” He paused. “Yeah, I’ll get a motel room. I’ll have to call you and let you know when I can get away from my wife.”
“I can’t wait.”