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Cops I’d spent the first part of the night sipping beer at the Gold Coast and walking across N. Clark St. to the dirty book store to cruise the dimly lit hallways and check out the action at the Glory Holes. As usual I was dressed in my urban hustler outfit, torn t-shirt, cowboys boots, and 501’s so tight and faded out you could count the pimples on my ass. I mean if I had any. It was getting close to midnight and I was getting tired of having cocks poked at me through filthy walls covered with cum streaks and decided to cruise the alley behind the Gold Coast. It had become a popular spot for tourists to enjoy the sins of the big city and I had met my share of good looking meat. Who knows, maybe tonight I’ll find that leather guy I been searching for, for so long! The traffic light changed just as I got to the corner and headed east on Ohio Street and down about a hundred yards to the alley that split the backyards of the Gold Coast on one side and the Police Department on the other. There was a stench of garbage and beer that was strangely pleasant and appropriate and I pulled out my pecker and sprayed about a half dozen beers against a brick wall. My cock felt good in my hand, heavy, half-hard, and potent. Just as I was zipping back up a bright light blinded but not before I saw the unmistakable silhouette of a black and white. “Don’t move you little faggot,” he ordered, and a 6’2, wide shouldered officer stepped out from behind the steering wheel. He spun me around, pushed me up against the wall I had just watered, and kicked my legs apart. His hand moved up my thighs, squeezing and searching. He examined my basket and ass, taking a good feel, maybe getting a cheap thrill. Then his night stick went through the back belt loop of my 501’s and he lifted up so the denim of my jeans went tight up into the crack of my ass and he marched me back to the squad car on tiptoes like some kind of a fairy. The passenger side window was open and I could see another cop, a big barrel chested fucker wearing sergeant stripes. My arms were pulled back behind me and I was pushed through the open window, still on my tiptoes, and found myself staring at seven inches of Chicago’s finest, the kind of Polish Boy you always wanted to wrap your lips around. “Is this what you was looking for you little cocksucker’ he said grabbing the back of my neck with a big strong hand that held me down as I gagged uncontrollably on the meat forced down my throat. My nostrils flared and I sniffed deeply trying to pull in as much oxygen as possible while choking like crazy. He let up the pressure enough for me to move my head up and down so that my hot mouth and slippery tongue could go to work. “Fuckin A,” he said, "Suck it boy, yea suck it." I was really into my job now when I felt the cop behind me reach around and unbutton my 501’s. There was a loud spit and a wet hand working between the cheeks of my ass. All the muscles in my legs were stretched and strained from the awkward bent over position and I knew I couldn’t relax to make things easier, and I was right. “Here’s what you came to Chicago for’ he said, a good hunk of beef in your ass”. And man, did he give it to me! I was squealing like a sissy by the time they both shot heavy wads of hot cum into me filling my mouth and ass to the brim and I felt weak and feint when I was finally pulled out of the card. The big cop smiled at me, “Same time tomorrow,” he said then turned me around, slapped my ass really hard, got into the car and drove away. I walked back into the shadows of the building, stroked my cock really fast, and dreamed about tomorrow!
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