Getting Jumped by a Cop by Revitup Man

As I left work at the bar late one December evening I walked 2 blocks over to where I’d left it. My feet hurt from standing all day, so I got in and took my sneakers off to rub my toes through my white socks. After letting my feet breathe for a minute I felt better and put the key in the ignition to go home. As I turned the key it cranked very slowly. I pumped the gas pedal firmly a couple of times hoping it’d catch on the second try. No such luck. Only the hopeless clicking sound when the starter won’t even engage.

Great. Just my luck to be stuck on a deserted downtown street this late with a dead car. Where on earth would I find a jump. Just then I saw headlights approaching in the mirror. As the car got closer I realized it was a cop. Excellent! Surely he’ll help me. As he got closer, I jumped out and flagged him down, still in my stocking feet. He pulled up and rolled down the passenger window. "Do you need some help?" he asked.

"Dead battery. I need a jump."

"No problem. So far you’re the big excitement for the night."

As he pulled his cruiser a little closer to my car I couldn’t help but think how sexy his voice was. As he got out I was instantly in lust. About 6 feet tall with short red hair and a strong chin with a neatly trimmed goatee. And he certainly didn’t spend as much time at the donut shop as he did at the gym.

I popped the hood of my car while he got the jumper cables out of his trunk. While he was attaching the cables I made idle chatter about the weather and my bad luck to be on such a deserted street.

"You’d better be careful. There’ve been a couple of attacks around here lately, and I’d hate to have anyone try to bother you, especially since you won’t be able to run too far without any shoes." he with a smirk.

After he finished hooking up the cables, he stepped over them between the cars and said, "Ok. Give it a try."

I sat down in the driver’s seat, and left the door open with my foot on the ground since he was standing right there, pumped the gas a couple of times and turned the key. Only a groan, and then the clicking sound again.

"Hold on." He says. "Let me rev my engine a bit and see if that helps. Give it a minute to charge your battery and then try again."

He walked back around to the driver’s side of the cruiser and got in. Vrooom! All of a sudden the idling cruiser had come to life. He was revving the hell out of the engine. Pumping the gas pedal harder than I’d heard anyone do in a long time. It must’ve been revving between 4 and 5,000 RPM’s. I turn to look at him, my dick straining in my jeans just looking at him sitting there, knowing how much power his right was exerting, just outside my view.

After a minute or two of just watching him, and imagining my foot being there with his, I was jolted back to reality. Without letting off the gas at all he shouted over the engine, "Try it now guy."

I pumped the gas a couple more times and turned the key. The engine turned over easily and immediately came to life. I pumped the gas a few times, loving the feeling of power the big engine gives, especially beside all the power the cop and his car were exuding and then let it idle, afraid that if I don’t my dick will explode in my jeans.

He came around the back of the cruiser and knelt against the door frame. Close enough that I could smell him, and almost feel the manliness radiating off his body. "You’d better rev it more than that. Give the battery a chance to charge a little. I’d hate for you to be stuck again a block from here."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Immediately I pushed the accelerator down and felt the engine’s power surging again. As I started pumping the gas harder and harder I noticed he hadn’t moved.

"Man I love that sound," he said. "I used to have a Mustang when I was in high school. I’d drive around all night just so I could listen to that sound."

Still pumping the gas, I turned towards him. As we looked into each other’s eyes I felt his hand move onto my thigh. I was rock hard again. Here I was on a dark, empty street, revving the hell out of my car and a hunky cop was caressing my leg. Then he leaned forward and began to kiss me, while his hand started undoing my zipper.

Not wanting to come too quickly I started pumping the gas slower, but a little bit harder each time. Now every thrust of my foot made the engine really roar. Then he bent down and took my cock into his mouth and slid his hand down my leg to my foot and started caressing my foot. Pretty soon he was massaging the top and pushing my foot further and further down on the accelerator.

Between him jamming his head down on my dick, and his hand caressing my foot and making the engine rev so hard, I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot my load into his eager mouth, his tongue lapping up all that he didn’t swallow.

After I had squirted all the cum I had down his throat, the cop stood up and said, "Well, I guess you should be fine now." Then he put the cables away, closed the hoods of both cars, got in, and without a word, drove away.