Randy had just finished a long day cycling his favorite hiking trails. It was a grueling but invigorating 30-mile ride through some of the most extreme, yet gorgeous terrain Utah has to offer.
At twenty-five years old and standing a lean 6’2”, Randy was quite the looker. His light olive skin perfectly complimented his striking blue eyes and wavy, brilliant chestnut hair. Acting and modeling were his day jobs, but Randy’s true love was the great outdoors and pushing his body to its’ limits.
Now back at his jeep, he peeled off his sweat-drenched shirt and poured bracing ice water over his head. AHHH, HEAVEN. The perfect way to end an incredible trek. Standing there in his bike shorts, shirtless and dripping wet, he thought, This is freedom.
After cooling down, Randy dried off with a towel and slipped on a fresh cotton shirt and flip flops. His tee-shirt stuck to his still-sweating sculpted pecs and chiseled abs. Without intending to, he was sexy as hell.
All packed up, he set forth on the long drive home with plenty of drinking water and protein bars at hand so he wouldn’t have to stop for dinner.
As he drove, the surrounding beauty hypnotized him. The setting sun painted the sky a gorgeous spectrum of pinks and purples. With the wind blowing in his hair and radio blasting classic rock, he failed to notice he was driving well above the speed limit.
Piercing the quiet meditation was a shrieking siren signaling that it wanted Randy’s attention. In the rearview mirror, he could see the state trooper motioning him to pull over.
Once safely on the side of the road, Randy sat quietly at the wheel and waited for the patrolman to approach. The sun, almost set, was now delivering a last dazzling display of light before nightfall.
A flashlight beamed into his eyes. Randy roll down his window.
“Any idea how fast you were going, Son?”
“I had no idea I was speeding,” he replied courteously. “My mind must have wandered with the beautiful sunset and this long stretch of empty road.”
“This is God’s country. No denying that.” The shined the flashlight on Randy’s face, and then in his lap.
Randy couldn’t help but notice that the police officer was certainly someone who enjoyed his time at the gym. With an impressive physique, well-defined jaw-line and Romanesque nose, this cop was a stone-cold stud.
“What are wearing there? Stretchy pants?” The officer’s flashlight focused on Randy’s crotch. He was aware that his spandex shorts left nothing to the imagination. Blessed with a substantial appendage, there was no way he could hide the fact he was becoming aroused. A distraction was needed quickly in order to stop his pant python from getting loose.
“They are bicycling pants, Sir. There’s a bike on the car rack. I were these when I ride.”
“You’re not getting smart with me, Junior, are you?” The cop peeked over the top of his sunglasses, revealing the most perfect green eyes. Randy’s heart skipped a beat.
The officer continued, “California plates. You’re obviously one of those LA pretty boys.” Randy decided to take a chance and do some subtle flirting. It might get him out of this jam. “Yes, sir. That’s exactly what I am. And judging from the way you fit into that uniform, with those hulking biceps, you’re a bad-ass, Utah patrolman.”
The officer snickered, “You got that right young man. And maybe this badass cop should teach you a lesson.”
Before Randy’s brain could stop him, his mouth blurted out, “Maybe a lesson in the back seat of your cruiser is a good idea. I see you’ve got a set of handcuffs…”
The patrol man stopped dead in his tracks and stared Randy down. Clearly, Randy just crossed a line. He gulped.
The officer carefully thought about his next words. He clicked off of his flashlight. “Why don’t you get the fuck out of here? Go back to where you came from.” The patrolman turned and head back to his patrol car.
Randy’s adrenaline was sky rocketing. Was the cop really letting him go? His heart was pounding and his cycling shorts were now tighter than ever.
That was crazy, dangerous…and HOT!
Randy rolled up his window, put the Jeep into drive and drove away.
What the hell did I just say to that cop? Am I insane? Holy shit!
He turned on the radio, set his cruise control to 55 and drove his jeep toward the county line.
Ten minutes later, a mere five miles before the California boarder, Randy heard another siren and saw flashing red lights in the rear view mirror. What now?
He pulled over to the side of the road, rolled down the window and waited.
I know I wasn’t speeding!
When the officer approached Randy was shocked to see the same cop as before. Before Randy could speak, the officer swung open the door and forced him out of his Jeep. Two massive arms flipped him around and pushed him against the hot hood of his car. The officer forcibly twisted Randy’s arms behind him and hand-cuffed him tightly.
“What did I do? What’s going on?”
The cop leaned toward Randy and growled, “You have the right to shut up.”
The office walked Randy to the back of his patrol car and swung open the door. With a forceful shove, Randy flopped forward like a ragdoll, face down onto the back seat. That’s when he heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy metal belt being unbuckled, followed by a zipper.
“Was this what you wanted, you smart ass, son of a bitch?”
Randy gasped, then held is breath. The officer was role-playing with him! He had never been this turned on in his entire life.
The officer climbed on top of Randy and whispered softly in his ear, “The name’s McCauley. I patrol these parts every Sunday between 5PM and midnight.”
Randy let out a small giggle. “If this is what I get for going ten miles over the speed limit, next week I may commit a felony!”