I became a cop because my father was one, and it was the best way to get him off my case. I had no real problem getting through the entrance exams. I'm in perfect shape, athletic, smart, and I usually know what people want to hear me say. At 26-years-old, I was a full-fledged officer, with enough experience to not be hugely supervised. I didn't get any serious cases, like murders or hostage situations, and that was just fine by me. I was happy to do my job, fill the paperwork and cash the checks.

I won't say that I'm crooked, but I'm not the most thorough cop there is. If a kid spits on the ground, I don't reprimand him. Who cares about this kind of stuff. I'm not his father either. Let's just say I let a few things slide, maybe a bit more when I get some kind of reward for it. But don't freak out. I'm not gonna close my eyes on drug cartels and rapists, but when a group of kids tag a few buildings, maybe steal some comic books from 7-11's... I'm not gonna intervene, if they're willing to do something for me in return.

I was in the alley behind the station, chewing on a cigarette, when I get called back inside. Some runaway guy they found sollicitating men at the train station. I'm asked to handle the thing while most of the station goes to a big pile-up on the interstate. I put my cap back on, spit my smoke out and thank my lucky star.

Young perps like dealing with me. I'm younger, attractive, and I can sound like I dislike cops as much as they do if I want. Within 10 minutes in the interrogation room, I had him smiling, calling him by my first name, and telling me a few crunchy details about his travelings since running away from mom and dad's. His name is Kevin. I exchanged a few saucy stories myself and the tone immediately turns flirty. The twink-like rhino boy is hot. I tell him I'm going to leave the cuffs on and he agrees with a wide grin as I set my cap on the desk and start undoing my uniform, standing up and pushing the chair back, giving him a coy smirk like a themed stripper.

After a few moments, he's naked. I give him a few seconds of liberty from the cuffs to pull off his shirt, before strapping them back on him. His young, tight, slim body is fully exposed to me, as he lays on the desk, his rather hung cock fully hard from this experience with the fresh, cool stallion cop. I shed my pants down, followed by my boxers, and my hard, huge horsecock swings out, the twink opening his eyes wide, his own hard cock giving a throb just looking at what I'm packing. He spreads his thighs as I spray some lube over my cock sticking out of my pants, nudging the tip under his balls and pulling on his thighs, stretching his tailhole wide open as Kevin moans loudly. I roughly fuck him on top of the table, my heavy balls slapping his sticky ass, his own rock hard cock slapping my abs. He arches and moans almost non-stop, until I reach my orgasm, copiously creaming his ass, pulling out and milking the rest of my cum all over his body, shooting up to his amazed face. I then finish him off with a solid handjob, adding to the mess already on his attractive body.

After cleaning up and getting dressed up again, I slip him my phone number and let him go. When my colleagues come back, I tell them his parents came to pick him up, and that the report is already written and classified. No questions are asked, and I can go back to the alley to blow smoke. I've gotten quite a few numbers of cute delinquent boys like that. Most of them come back for seconds, thirds and sixths, when they're around the neighborhood.

My daddy would be so proud.