Jake loved driving around with nowhere to go. Sometimes he would spend hours behind the wheel of his gleaming red sports car, heading nowhere in particular, just enjoying the feel of the wind in his face and reveling in the power of the engine under the hood. He loved speed. Even as a student, his Driving School teacher had ordered him to slow down. "You"re going to get your license taken off you one day, if you aren"t careful," he was told. Jake didn’t care.

Even now, as he whizzed down the winding, tree lined road, the speedometer was just topping 70mph, and Jake didn’t worry about being stopped the police. This road was relatively quiet due to the new by-pass, which had recently been completed, and being out in the wilds somewhat, it usually did not merit police attention. Usually.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, as the sound of the two-tone siren began its high pitched wailing. Through his mirror he could see the flashing blue lights on top of the County Trooper car, two male officers sitting in the front.

Resigning himself to his fate, Jake pulled off to the side of the road and waited for the cops to stop behind him. Through the rear-view mirror, he watched as the driver got out and proceeded to walk purposefully towards his parked vehicle. The cop looked big, at least six foot three and powerfully built by the look of it. The policeman stopped by the window of Jake"s car, pulled out his little black ticket book, and began to write some details down. "What’s the big rush?" the cop muttered condescendingly. Jake remained silent and didn’t make eye contact. "Your license and the vehicle registration,” he barked.

Jake handed them over grudgingly, now looking into the officer"s steely blue eyes. The cop wasn"t all that bad looking, Jake noticed, even kind of hot. A bit heavily macho, with hard rugged features and a bushy black moustache, but not bad at all.

"Are you aware you were doing over 70 miles per hour on a 50 mile per hour road?" he asked, scribbling more details down in his little black book.

Jake grunted. "Yes, I"m sorry," he replied. "I got a bit carried away. It"s a new car..."

The cop cut Jake off. "No excuse for breaking the law, son." "Arrogant fuck!” Jake thought.

“The fixed penalty in this area is 2,000 dollars," the cop went on, a sadistic tone in his voice. "How do you feel about having to pay that?"

Jake now smiled, sweetly, "I"d prefer not to” he said.

The policeman grinned menacingly. "I"ll bet you would," he said, scratching his ear with his pencil. "I suppose we can always give you an oral warning."

"Don"t you mean a verbal warning?" Jake asked, puzzled.

"I know what I mean," the cop muttered, removing his flat police cap. As if it was some kind of signal the other cop clambered out of the Transit. "Need any help, Jeff?" he called out to the cop standing beside Jake"s car as he strolled over. He wasn"t wearing his peaked cap either, but unlike the first officer this one was blonde and fresh-faced, much younger than his dark partner.

The cop called Jeff shook his head. "I think our friend"s co-operative, aren"t you, son?" he said, an evil leer on his face.

Jake began to feel uneasy. "Sure. I"ll do whatever you say."

"Then why not step out of your vehicle and accompany us to the van."

"Am I under arrest then?" Jake asked, climbing sheepishly out of the driving seat.

The two cops smiled and exchanged a knowing look. "Not if you play ball," the dark one grinned. He must have been in his early thirties, a good ten years older than his blonde pal.

Together the three of them walked to where the Transit was parked, Jake between the two policemen. Something seemed strangely wrong, and suspicion was making Jake unsure if he was doing the right thing by "playing ball". In truth, he"d always had something of a fetish for men in uniforms ever since he was an adolescent, but he"d never had the opportunity to indulge his wild fantasies.

When they reached the wagon, the young blonde cop opened the back doors, and Jake was ushered in. As he climbed up the tall dark policeman helped him up, his hand brushing across Jake"s ass. The two cops climbed in after him and pulled the doors shut. They sat on one side of the van staring across at him, both smiling.

"Now what shall we do?" the dark, macho one said.

"I know," offered the blonde one. "Why doesn"t our pal here give us a show? A strip show!"

Jake almost fell off his seat. "Wait a minute," he said. "I"m not doing a strip for nobody!"

The dark cop"s eyes narrowed. "Not even if it means saving your skin from an assault charge?"

"Assault?" Jake gasped. "What are you talking about?"

"Don"t you remember how you tried to kick the shit out of me when I pulled you over for speeding?" the cop said. "Mark here remembers because he had to help me subdue you. That"s how you got your bruises."

"I don"t have any bruises."

The young blonde cop smiled. "It can be arranged."

"So how about it, son?" his partner asked. "Why not take your clothes off like a good little boy, and then we can let you go on your way without any further hassle."

Reluctantly, Jake agreed. With his eyes fixed firmly on the floor he took off his shoes and socks, tucking the socks neatly inside the shoes and then laying the shoes to one side.

"Just like Mummy taught him," the dark cop laughed. Jake shot him a nasty look. Feeling extremely self-conscious, Jake unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He had a good body, and in normal circumstances he wasn"t ashamed of showing it off. On the beach he would strut about wearing the skimpiest of trunks, his chest and stomach rippling with muscle and his crotch bulging impressively. But as he pulled off his shirt in the back of the van, he could feel the eyes of the two policemen burning into him.

"That"s it, son," said the dark one. "Don"t be shy." He was rubbing his left hand between his legs as he spoke. "My name"s Jeff, and Goldilocks here is Mark. No need to stand on ceremony is there?"

Jake"s throat had gone very dry and he seemed unable to swallow. Plucking up courage he stood up, which wasn"t easy in the cramped rear of the Transit, and hunched over like Quasimodo he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. Kicking them off, he slipped his briefs down as well and sat down again, naked.

"Now that"s better, isn"t it?" Jeff asked, as though Jake were a child. "And we wouldn"t want you to feel like the odd one out, would we, Mark?"

The blonde shook his head. "No way," he answered, unzipping his trousers. As Jake watched, the young policeman took off his dark blue trousers and removed his underpants. His cock was large, although quite slim, uncircumcised and fully erect. The bulbous head was wet and shiny, and the bed of pubic curls between his legs was surprisingly fair.

"Ever sucked cock?" Jeff asked Jake, as he proceeded to take off his own pants. Jake saw no point in lying. It was obvious they were going to make him suck them off, so why pretend he hadn"t done it be- fore?

"Yes," he replied. He could feel his own prick beginning to throb, something which he hadn"t expected to happen. He was about to be sexually assaulted and he was getting a hard-on! He had a big cock, a full eight inches when hard, uncut and juicy. When he turned on his fore- skin rolled back so fast it was a delight to watch.

Jeff stepped out of his trousers and underpants and sat down on the seats on the other side of the van from Jake. He splayed his legs wide open, exposing airy muscular thighs and a dense bush of wiry dark curls in his crotch, from which hung his large heavy balls. His dick was circumcised and sleek, and stood out erect from his groin, arching slightly to the right... perhaps as a result of too much masturbation as a kid.

"Okay, son," he said holding his cock by the shaft and stroking it. "Time for a bit of cock-sucking, don"t you think, Mark?"

The younger copper, who was sitting next to Jeff and slowly jerking off, gave a big stupid grin and lowered his head to his pal"s lap. Jake watched totally fascinated as Mark took Jeff"s cock in his mouth without hesitation, sliding his sensuous full lips up and down the shaft as Jeff stroked the young guy"s short blonde locks.

Jake was unable to tear his eyes from the blatant display in front of him, and even as he watched he became aware that he was playing with himself, something he"d started to do without any thought. He was getting as horny as the two policemen obviously were, the sight of the two half-naked coppers engaging in oral sex making his cock tingle with excitement.

Jeff touched Mark"s neck, easing his head up so that just the swollen pink cock-head was still between the guy"s lips. Mark ran his tongue around the rim of the cock-head, tracing the line of the faint white circumcision scar.

"Now I think it"s time Jake earned his freedom," Jeff said, pulling Mark"s head up and away from his crotch. Jeff motioned to Jake, who fell onto his knees on the floor in front of him. He took hold of Jeff"s penis, now wet with both Mark"s saliva and the first smears of pre-cum, and, lowering his head, he gobbled the cock in one swoop, letting Jeff thrust it deep into his throat. He could taste the copper"s semen, salty and slightly bitter, and with his face buried in Jeff"s pubic hair he could smell the heady, overpowering scent of muskiness.

He drew his mouth back and forth along the thick shaft, taking the cock so deep he almost gagged before drawing it out until just the very tip was still between his lips. He repeated this for a while, loving the feel of another man"s hard prick in his mouth, the soft gentle moaning which was coming from Jeff seeming like music to his ears and spurring him on.

He had his eyes closed, and in the cool darkness of the van he felt the warmth of hand between his legs and knew it must be Mark. He was being maneuvered so that the lower half of his body was twisted sideways, his exposed ass on the van floor and his legs outstretched. A moment later he felt the exquisite wet sensation of Mark"s mouth between his legs.

The young cop was licking the inside of his thighs, working up to his balls. He closed off his mind, so powerful was the urge to shoot his load instantly, and concentrated on sucking Jeff"s hot throbbing manhood. Jake ran his tongue along the thick vein on the underside of Jeff"s cock, starting at the root and working up to the bulbous dick- head. He squeezed the head gently so that the small piss-hole at the tip opened, and, using his eager tongue, he licked at the semen which was seeping out. Jake stopped for a moment, gasping as he felt Mark take his prick into his mouth. The cop was obviously an expert when it came to giving a blow-job, and Jake was so aroused by the unexpected "session" that he was very close to his climax.

So, apparently, was Jeff. His hips gyrated slightly as Jake sucked at his cock, and his scrotum seemed tight and full. Suddenly he grabbed Jake"s hair, yanked his head back so that his cock slipped out of Jake"s mouth, and hunched over Jake, he grabbed his cock and began jerking furiously. A gob of thick white cum spurted powerfully from the cop"s dick, splattering in Jake"s face and running down the bridge of his nose and cheeks. More and more spunk shot forth, until Jake was drenched in the warm milky juice.

When he"d finished, Jeff released the fistful of hair he had and sat down on the seat again. He motioned to Mark, who was merrily chomping on Jake"s fat rod, and the young cop stopped, knelt before Jake and proceeded to lick the dripping cum from his face. Jake took hold of Mark"s prick and wanked it as the cop licked him clean. As a last gesture, Mark licked the last of the cum from Jake"s chin, then slipped his tongue into Jake"s mouth and kissed him. Jake tasted Jeff"s cum as their tongues intertwined.

Encouraged by Jeff, Jake and Mark assumed a 69 position, Jake on his back on the van floor with Mark above him. Mark had Jake"s cock in his mouth in an instant, sucking eagerly on the sticky organ. Jake took the cop"s erection between his lips, repeating the actions which had brought Jeff off so quickly. He was surprised that, although the two cocks tasted the same, they were somehow subtly different.

As he sucked Mark off, Jake reached up to caress Mark"s buttocks. From his horizontal position, he could see that Jeff was fingering Mark"s fuckhole, and he knew that cock-sucking and good anal stimulation together are guaranteed to have a guy coming in no time.

Mark was close, very close to shooting his load, but then so was he! He could see the way the cop"s bodily instincts had taken over his gyrations. He was moving rhythmically, but without being aware of it, and as he swayed left and right Jake felt his shaft twitch and rise, growing even harder if it was at all possible. Mark ejaculated.

He was thrusting and pushing, causing his cock to plunge deeper down Jake"s throat. Jake gagged, but Mark never let up. Spunk shot from Mark"s penis and Jake felt his mouth fill with cum. He swallowed it, gulping down the juice quickly in an effort to stem the tide which was spurting down his throat. At the same time he felt his own climax building, and he too ejaculated, the young blonde cop drinking up the tasty warm fluid.

They sucked each other dry, Mark"s hot cock growing limp in Jake"s mouth and Mark releasing Jake"s prick from his. Then they sagged back, exhausted by the sheer force of the passion they"d just indulged in.

The two cops dressed quickly and in complete silence, buttoning up their tunics as though nothing had happened. "Come on, son, get dressed," Jeff said. "Unless you want to come back to the station with us."

Jake scrambled for his clothing and dressed faster than he ever had in his life before. Jeff opened the van"s rear door and almost threw him out. "Make sure you stick to the speed limit next time, okay?" he said, turning his back on Jake and walking to the front of the van. He opened the driver"s door and climbed in.

Jake looked at Mark, who smiled. "So what happens now?" he asked. "Do I expect a visit from the law at home?" Mark laughed. "Are you joking?" he grinned. Jake suddenly realized just how handsome the young cop was. "This is the end of the matter."