I had expected summer to drag by, slowly, because I was eager to get back to school. Certainly not because I liked school, but for an entirely different reason.

I carried the image of the motorcycle policeman, that guarded the cross walk I had to use to get to school, in my mind all summer. It was his face and figure that I saw in my fantasy when I masturbated, which was just about every night. Seeing him sitting on the motorcycle with his legs spread out, in order to hold the cycle upright, always gave me an erection. Which I had to hide from him when I used the crosswalk.

I only lived three blocks from the school so naturally I walked every day. I was holding my breath as I approached the crossing and noticed a police patrol car parked on the side of the street, not a motorcycle. A man in uniform was standing by the front fender. I could tell from the size of his body that it wasn’t my dreamboat but some other lawman. I was devastated, as I had such a crush on the motorcycle cop. Half way across the street, I turned back and approached the officer.

“Where’s the guy on the motorcycle that usually patrols this crossing? I was hoping he would not ask me why I wanted to know.

“You must mean Mike. He’ll be here when school lets out. His shift has changed so he doesn’t do both the morning and afternoon shifts.”

“Okay, thanks. I was just wondering.”

“No problem. Be careful.”

Suddenly I realized that I liked it better this way. Seeing him in the mornings when I crossed always kept me day dreaming all day on how it would be to have sex with him. And it was hard for me to concentrate on my studies. With him now on afternoon duty I could carry my erection home with me and take care of it in a proper way.

“And his name is Mike, I said to myself. I was thrilled that I finally knew his name. And I vowed that I would speak to him that very afternoon. I was nervous and jittery all during the day and could hardly wait for the last bell to ring. Finally it sounded and I made a quick trip to my locker to store some books and then I was out of there.

I walked slowly as I approached the cross walk. Sure enough, there he was. On the other side of the street, sitting astride his cycle, with his legs spread out. My sex pole started to react immediately. I had to hold the one book I was bringing home in front of my crotch. I crossed the street and when I was along side the officer I said, Hi Mike, nice seeing you again. “Thanks kid. Did you have a good summer? His voice sent chills down my body. It was so deep and mature. He was wearing sunglasses and his cycle helmet, so I couldn’t see much of his face. But what I could see made my dick even harder. He had smooth skin and when he smiled there were dimples in his cheeks. His lips were large and the top one curved inward at the middle, making his upper lip almost resemble a Valentine heart. There was a deep vertical sinking in his chin. Not a dimple, but what was called a cleft. It gave his face such a distinction. Is it hard.riding that cycle? I couldn’t think of anything else to say but I didn’t want to walk away. Of course my question had a double meaning, but Mike didn’t know I was talking about his peter, instead of his riding ability.

“Not once you get used to it. It’s almost like riding a bicycle, only much faster. Mike reached up and removed his sunglasses and extracted a handkerchief from his hip pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Having a full view of his face only made my cock harder. He had gorgeous green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun. My prick was twitching inside my pants, but I kept my book in front, so Mike didn’t see the reaction he was causing with my sex tool.

“Glad to see you back, Mike, I said and I began to walk away.

“Hey, you too, he said to my back as I was leaving.

My erection didn’t diminish during the next few blocks I walked to my house, so I went upstairs, directly to my room. I locked the door and stripped off all my clothes. I lay down on the bed and took a pillow and held it tightly in my arms, pretending it was Mike. Then I let one arm go and moved it down to my crotch and grasped my dick, and started stroking. Slowly at first, but then as fast as I could until my semen spring forth and got my body all sticky.

The next day was a drag and I thought it would never be over. But finally I found myself slowly walking across the street. I was both pleased and disappointed to see that Mike was not sitting on his cycle, but rather standing by the pole that held the School Crossing sign. His cycle was tilted a bit, resting on the kick stand rod. I loved the image of Mike with his legs spread so far apart, but I also was happy to get to see his full body. He was over six feet, probably six two or six three. His body was slender and in his short sleeved policeman’s shirt you could see his arm muscles and how huge they were. He had a very small waist, for such a big man. I scoped out his crotch area several times hoping to see a lump or something that would give me an idea of how big his baby maker was. “You doing all right today, Mike? I asked as I was about to pass him by.

“Yeah kid, I’m doing fine. How about you? “Oh pretty good. Still kinda of hot, though. Yeah, we’re still in for some more hot days, but at least it’s not too much farther until fall.”

“I like the fall, when the trees change and it’s so much cooler.”

“I hear you. Then there was a short pause and he continued, What’s your name anyway? I can’t keep calling you kid, you must be a senior.”

“It’s uh. I was so embarrassed, and so thrilled that he’d ask me my name, I couldn’t get it off the tip of my tongue. Uh Andrew. Andrew Callus, but you can call me Andy. I was surprised that he stuck out his hand for us to shake.

“Pleased to meet you Andy. My body was quivering and I know I started sweating, and not from the heat either. I couldn’t think of a thing to say, so I just muttered, See you tomorrow, and strolled on. I could hear him saying, Yeah, see you tomorrow, when I was already several feet away. Tomorrow came and went by so slow, it seemed, since I was eager to get to the crossing. He was sitting astride his motorcycle this afternoon and he looked so hot. Hot with passion, not just from the temperature. I was just about to say hello to him as I approached but he beat me to it.

“Hey there Andy, how are you doing today? He sounded really sincere and that gave me a jolt.

“Good Mike, good. How are you?”

“Well, I don’t mind telling you.I’m bored! It gets tiresome sitting here for a half hour every afternoon. There’s rarely ever anything to do.”

“You mean you never catch anyone speeding?”

“Once in a great while some jerk will forget to slow down and I nab him, but most of the time it’s just boring. At least it was until I got to know you. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. I hated to ask him to repeat it. But I had to know if he’d actually said what I thought he had.

“What did you say? I know I must have turned red in the face and I hoped I’d gotten my school book down to my crotch fast enough to cover the bulge that was forming.

“I said the job here was really boring, until I got to know you. You break up the day for me. I look forward to seeing you coming. He sounded so sincere but I had to caution myself not to read anything into it, that he didn’t really mean. “Why thank you Mike. I enjoy chatting with you, too. I was hoping someday, when you’re off duty, you’d let me ride your motorcycle. I’ve never ridden one. “Hey man, you know, I’d love to give you a ride. Can’t on this cycle, as it belongs to the City. But I have my own Harley and I’d be glad to take you for a ride. “Hey, that’s great. You really will, huh? “You bet. Just tell me when and where to pick you up. I’m off on Saturday and Sundays, for now anyway. They change our scheduled ever so often. “How about this Saturday. About 9 in the morning?”

“Works for me. Where do you live?”

“Just down the street there, I pointed toward the direction I’d been walking, passed three intersections, and turn right. My house is 5506 Royal Lane.”

“No problem buddy, I know just where that is. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye Mike, I said as I begin to walk on. And then it hit me that he had said see you tomorrow. I had forgotten that it was Friday. My spirits really soared then, as I didn’t have too long to wait.

I was so pumped up over Mike that I had to masturbate twice during the night, and Saturday morning I awoke with a raging hardon. In the darkness of my room I glanced over to my digital clock and read the time. 7:30. I had an hour and a half before Mike was picking me up, and I knew my dick would not subside until I jerked it off. As I watched my semen spurting out my cock slit, sailing across my belly to my chest, I was hoping that if the occasion arose I’d have some juice to spill with Mike.

Ah, but who was I kidding? All he’d done was offer to take me for a ride on his cycle. That certainly didn’t mean I was going to get to see him naked. I tried to keep from thinking of him as I soaped myself down in the shower, getting ready to dress for the ride.

I debated over what to wear and finally decided on my tightest pair of faded blue jeans, with the white spot on the crotch where my equipment had worn the color off completely. In addition I selected a sleeveless skin tight tank top. I had barbells in my room and I also pumped iron, so my upper body was in excellent condition. I wanted to show my naked arms off to Mike.

I was sitting at the breakfast table eating some whole grain cereal, when I heard the sound of a motorcycle in our driveway. I jumped up and kissed my mom bye and was out the door. I had told her the night before that a friend was picking me up on his motorcycle and although she wasn’t happy about it, she said I could go. I would have died if she had said otherwise.

But I hurried out as I didn’t want her to see Mike. As she would have surely noticed that he was much older than myself and that might cause her some concern. I had not told her he was the crossing guard policeman. “Hop on, Andy, Here’s you a helmet. Mike said and patted the small seat in back of his. I swung my leg over the rear of the cycle and settled down on the leather. Just grab my waist and hold on, he continued.

The front of my body was touching the upper portion of Mike’s buttocks, the seat was so small. I had seen handles attached to the sides of the seat on his police cycle, but this seat didn’t have any. However, I noticed some holes in the edge around the seat, as if there had been handles there, but he had taken them off. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Did he actually take the handles off his seat so that I would have to hold onto his waist? My cock was already hard, so I had to remind myself that it was just a friendly ride and I should not read anything into it.

He headed out of the city limits, away from the traffic and we were zipping along really fast, it seemed. But I was sure he was not speeding. The helmet he had given me to put on helped to shield me from the wind. It was hard to carry on a conversation, due to the noise, but he did lean his head back a bit and ask me if I was enjoying the ride. I nodded affirmatively, and then I yelled to him, Where are we going? Rather than make a reply he pointed up ahead with his right hand and held out a finger pointing to the right. I took that to mean we’d be cutting off the main highway or stopping somewhere up ahead.

Shortly he slowed down and made a right turn onto a small dirt road that led to a large clump of trees. He stopped the cycle there and turned off the engine. My ears were still roaring. Mike engaged the kick stand and told me to hop off. I did. There was a picnic table and some benches under one of the trees. I walked over and leaned up against the table, as I was tired from sitting. I took off my helmet and laid it on the table, as I watched Mike. After he had secured the cycle from tipping over, he removed his helmet and begin walking over towards me. He was wearing tight black leather pants that fit his body very snug and a Harley-Davidson tee shirt.

As he neared my position he pointed to my crotch and said, That’s one of the fun things about riding a cycle. The bulge in my crotch was more prominent than I had thought.

“What’s that? I asked, innocently.

“Your erection. And as the saying goes, it looks like you’ve got a hot rod between your legs. I must have turned five shades of red as Mike began to laugh. I join him with a short chuckle.

“You’re not embarrassed are you? I’ve got one too, and he moved his body in such a position that I could see the imprint of his johnson under the black leather.

“But I had two things going for me, he continued. The excitement of the hot rod between my legs, meaning the cycle, plus having your cock rubbing my butt. I really turned red at that remark. “You are eighteen, aren’t you, Andy? I barely was able to utter a yes.”

“So you’re legal. Now all I need to know are you a consenting adult?”

“What do you mean? I was sure I knew, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“Are you going to consent to having sex with me, now? As he said this, he unzipped his leather pants and pushed them down his strong legs. He didn’t have any briefs on, so I saw his prick immediately. It looked huge and he told me later that he had nine inches and it was thick. I followed suit and removed my jeans. Now we both only had on our tops. Mike moved over to me and grasped my cock in his hand; I reached for his at the same time. “You’ve got a lot of tool for a young man, Mike said as he slowly sank down onto his knees. He took my dick by the base of the shaft and rubbed it across his lips. I thought I was going to climax right then. He kissed the head and then licked around the lower edge. He ran his tongue all the way down one side of my shaft and back up the other. And as he reached the head he opened his mouth and took me deep down into his throat.

He begins to bob his head back and forth, fucking me with his face. His right hand went under my scrotum and I felt a finger reaching for my ass crack. His finger found it and he attempted to insert it into my anus. He only put the tip inside me and then he wiggled it around. It felt really good.

Suddenly he stopped sucking me and rose up, standing directly in front of me. I was only leaning back against the picnic table, not sitting on it. He put his hands on both my arms and held me steady as he leaned over and pressed his lips against mine.

“You don’t mind a little kissing, do you Andy? I couldn’t speak. I barely was able to shake my head. I felt his tongue moving across my closed lips, so I slightly parted them, and his tongue darted into my mouth. It was a natural instinct that I begin sucking on it. As I played with his tongue I reached down and grasped his hard, throbbing manhood and slowly stroked it. He slowly pulled his tongue out of my mouth and whispered softly, Suck me baby. Go down on my cock.”

He didn’t have to force me. I slowly lowered myself down onto my knees and took his prick between my thumb and forefinger at the base of the shaft. I rubbed it across my lips and then across my entire face. Across my nose, my eyes and all over my face cheeks. I pushed his cock back up against his belly and licked up and down the underside of the shaft, down to his balls. Holding his cock steady against his body I sucked on of his balls into my mouth. They were two large to get both of them in at the same time, so I alternated. Mike started running his fingers through my hair and then after a while he grasped both my ears in the palms of his hands.

“Take it in your mouth, baby, he spoke with a noticeable command. I released my hold on his pud and let it fall away from his belly, until it was sticking straight out right in front of my face. I opened my mouth and sucked it down into my throat. Mike increased the grip on my ears and begins to rock back and forth, driving his dick in and out my mouth. I reached for my own cock and squeezed it tightly, not wanting it to explode as yet.

Mike released his hold on my ears and pulled his peter out of my mouth. He reached down underneath my arms and lifted me up. He pushed me over to the end of the picnic table and had me lay on my stomach, putting half of my body in the prone position. Mike reached down for his pants where were lying nearby on the ground and extracted a small tube of lubricant, which he applied generously to both my ass and his eager cock. I could feel him place the head against my opening and he pushed. I gasped when I felt part of him enter me. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not going to hurt you. Stop me if it’s too much for you. I wondered to myself how I would know if it was too much. I guessed he meant that if it started hurting too badly. I felt a pop inside my anal cavity and then his cock slid right on in. It felt like he put all nine inches inside me and my ass ached terribly. Fortunately Mike just held his position and let me get the fell of his equipment inside of me. It didn’t take long and soon he begins to make small humps, out and in, out and in. The more he gyrated his hips, driving his dick in and out my ass, the more it begins to feel great. The pain gradually subsided and I was in heaven. I was able to hold my cock tightly, as it was just beneath the end edge of the table. After fucking me for what seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes, Mike said, Let’s switch up. At first I thought he meant he wanted on the table and for me to fuck him, but as he showed me, he meant for me to lie down on my back, on the table and raise my legs and spread them. My ass was just barely hanging over the edge of the table. Mike stepped up and reinserted his prick and started humping me again.

“I was about to cum, he explained to me, and I wanted you to see it. So now I can jack you so you can cum the same time I do.”

The way I was feeling I knew instinctually that Mike was not going to have to jack me nor was I. I could feel the explosion building up in my groin and I knew I’d be spurting long ribbons of my semen across my belly in very short order.

“You don’t have to jack me, Mike, I told him. I’m about to cum right now.”

“Oh hot damn, baby. Me too. Oh man this is great. As he speeded up his thrusts and pull outs. Suddenly a long white string spurted out my cock head and when Mike saw it, he quickly pulled out of my ass, grabbed his dick and stroked it a couple of times and the cum begin to fly out his slit as well. We were both shooting gobs of cum, with all of it hitting my belly. Our climaxes lasted a couple of minutes, until finally nothing was dripping out.

“Man, I’ve never made a guy cum, just fucking his ass. Always have to jack him off.”

“Aw, Mike. You can make me cum just looking at you straddling your motorcycle. I was being honest. “Really. Well aren’t you sweet. And he leaned over my body and we open mouth kissed for several minutes.

After that initial encounter the days didn’t go by fast enough, as Mike and I got together every Saturday and went to our special place. I couldn’t wait for school to be out, so that we could see each other on week days as well.

After graduation I moved out of my parent’s home and into Mike’s apartment with him. It’s just like being married, I guess, because I love him and he says the same of me.