The ride to the station didn't take long. Logan and Harvey kept telling me that chief Wood was their boss and that I should show proper respect. That when every single word of his is an order and that I should be a really good boy. I assured them that it wouldn't be a problem and then they talked about how useful could I be around the station. That made my heart race - I mean how great would that be, to start gaining experience with police work even before I officially become a cop?
Even though we all put our clothes back on, I couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in both the officer's crotches. I asked them if they needed any help with that but they just responded very nicely that I should save my enthusiasm for the station. I did as they said. The thought of meeting the head of the law in this town actually got me going a little bit as well...
The station wasn't a big building and during this hot, lazy day, it seemed fairly deserted. The two officers led me through the halls and I couldn't help but stare at everything around me. Is this where I could be working in a couple of years? We reached a door at the end of the hallway. Logan gave it a quick knock.
"Come in," a deep voice said on the other side of the door. That must have been him, I thought. Wow, even his voice sounded like he was the boss around here.
We entered a smaller office, smelling faintly of smoke. Chief Wood was sitting behind his desk and he looked exactly like the man I imagined. Broad, hefty shoulders, head of receding salt and pepper hair, a stubble on his face, piercing eyes... His uniform was open revealing an undershirt and a bunch of chest hair and a little belly. Overall, he looked like the exact man I would love to call my boss.
He wasn't alone in the room. I noticed a holding cell on the right - there seemed to be a criminal inside. A man in his forties, bald head and a bushy beard. He was wearing a leather jacket with some kind of a sign on his shoulder and ripped jeans. He was eyeing me together with chief Wood, giving me a wicked smile.
"Afternoon, chief," Logan said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "This is Bobby. He is VERY passionate about cops and their work. We thought that if you have the time, maybe you could show him how we treat the rookies around here."
"Is that right," the chief responded, his eyes running up and down my body. I felt like this was the time for me to say something.
"Yes, sir," I said, my voice stuttering a little bit, "My name is Robert - I mean Bobby. Well, of course you already know that... Anyway, I was obsessed with cops ever since I was little. I'm eighteen years old and I'm thinking to enroll in the police academy in three years. It would mean a lot to me if you could... show me the ropes a little bit? As officer Logan said, I'm very keen on getting some real police experience."
"We can all see that, kid," the criminal in the holding cell joined the conversation, with a grin on his face, "Might wanna wipe that little drop of experience those two left on your face earlier."
My hand reached for my chin and I realized that I still had some of Logan's cum on my face. Blushing, I scraped it with my finger and reflexively put that in my mouth. That made the officers laugh, together with the criminal behind the bars. Chief Wood just raised his eyebrows.
"I can see you're really passionate, son," he nodded to me, "Come closer to me, so I can see if you're a real cop material."
I came closer and chief Wood turned in his chair to face me. Next to his massive body, I felt like a twig.
"So you wanna become a cop, huh," he told me, his eyes on me.
"More than anything in the world, sir."
"Why do you want it so much? What fascinates you about cops?"
"I don't know," I shrugged, "I just think about it all the time..."
"'It' being the police officers?" chief Wood raised his eyebrow. It felt like an interrogation, but I wasn't feeling uncomfortable. Just more and more excited.
"Yeah," I smiled, "I think about them a lot."
"Being a policeman is a lot of responsibility, son. You've got to have what it takes mentally and physically. Why don't you show me your body, so we know what you're made of?"
I hesitated for a second, not sure if I understood the request.
"I'm sorry, sir?" I took a look behind me, where the criminal was undressing me with his eyes, "Do you want me to take my clothes off, right here?"
