Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Five - three m/m short stories

Getting Off Easy
By Landon Dixon

    Trevor Miller had just turned off Pipeline Road and on to Boundary, when he heard the siren behind him, saw the flashing red and blue lights in his rearview mirror. ‘Shit!’ he swore under his breath. He’d just purchased the 1993 Ford for his 18th birthday, and he could well imagine the safety violations any cop could find if he or she wanted to be a hard-ass.
    But then Trevor’s anger turned to something else completely, as he saw the police officer get out of the cruiser and walk towards him. It was ‘Big’ Bill Denton, one of his father’s best friends. The men had gone to the same high school in the small city, played on the same football team, still got together for poker and went out for beers on a regular basis. In fact, Bill had just been over to Trevor’s parents’ house two weekends ago, for a barbecue.
    He watched the big man in the tight blue uniform. Bill was wearing a short-sleeved tunic, his thick, hairy forearms brown from the sun. Like his rugged face, the dimple in his strong chin was visible in Trevor’s side mirror from 20 paces away. The man was bare-headed, his greying brown hair cut short and bristly. His powerful legs filled his uniform pants, and his black boots shone in the warm afternoon sun, like the equipment on his heavily laden utility belt. Trevor listened to the boots crunching gravel, the leather belt squeaking, holding his breath and staring at the big, tough cop ambling towards him.
    ‘So, this is your “new” ride, huh, Trevor?’ Bill said. 
    ‘Y … yes, Officer Denton,’ the teenager gulped, looking into the man’s belt as he stood alongside the window and surveyed the battered old car.
    ‘You can still call me Bill,’ Denton laughed. ‘This one’s nothing too formal. I just noticed your right brake light wasn’t working, thought I’d give you a heads-up.’ He placed his large hands on the roof of the vehicle, stuck his face inside, looking around the interior of the car.
    Trevor involuntarily drew back. Then slowly drew forward again, staring at Bill’s thick red lips, that hard square chin, those twinkling blue eyes. ‘Oh, uh, thanks for letting me know, Off … Bill. I’ll get that fixed right away.’
    ‘Sounds good.’ Denton smacked the roof of the car with his right hand as he straightened up, rocking the vehicle and Trevor. ‘And a word of warning – don’t let me catch you driving up and down Main Street in this thing on cruise night. They’re pulling a lot of vehicles over for inspection, and I doubt this one could pass even the brake test. OK?’
    ‘OK.’
    ‘So, what are you planning to do now you’re finished high school?’
    ‘Um, well, actually, I was thinking about becoming a police officer.’ Trevor blushed under his summer tan, ran a shaking hand through his short blond hair.
    ‘Oh yeah?’
    ‘Yeah. I’ve, um, always admired how you do your job … Bill.’ He swallowed, his small, lean body trembling slightly. ‘Everything about you, actually.’
    He stared straight ahead through the windshield, gripping the steering wheel, as Bill dipped his head down for another closer inspection. ‘Well, why don’t you get out of the car, and we’ll talk about it.’
    Bill popped the squeaky car door open. Trevor breathed a sigh of relief that the thing didn’t come right off in the big man’s hand. Then he got out of the vehicle, stood alongside it, in front of Bill.
    They were in an isolated area just inside city limits, not a car or person in sight. Just farmers’ fields all around, the corn and wheat and canola crops coming along nicely.
    ‘So, what would you like to know about the job?’ Bill asked, folding his muscular arms over his broad chest and grinning.
    Trevor smiled shyly. He’d always admired Bill, as he’d told the man. What he’d never told anyone was what he admired most about the 50-year-old were his hard, mounded buttocks, his handsome face, his heavy hands that he’d imagined so many times running all over his own tingling body, what was surely a big strong cock hanging between the police officer’s massive legs. Trevor had a thing for older men, ever since he and his gym teacher had turned a one-on-one wrestling session into a hotter, sweatier cock-sucking and ass-fucking session in the high school shower room.
    Now, as he looked at Big Bill bulging out his crisp uniform right in front of him, he felt his own cock swelling up in his tight blue jeans. He just