Weekend Lockup

Al Parker cruises a winding back road, his bladder urging him to stop. He pulls over, unzips, and unleashes a stream against a tree—relief at last. But his hand lingers, stroking his long, fat, veiny cock to full hardness, lost in the rhythm. Sirens wail. A stern policeman emerges, eyes locking on the throbbing evidence of Parker's indulgence. 'Indecent exposure,' the cop growls, cuffs snapping tight. They haul him away, his erection impossible to ignore, bobbing defiantly as the squad car speeds to the station. Two burly guards strip him bare in the chill of the jail cell, clothes and dignity vanishing into the shadows. They lock the door. Parker shivers on the hard bunk, but dawn brings a different heat—his cock stirring to morning wood, rigid and insistent. An officer enters, his gaze sharpening on the salute under the thin blanket. 'What's this?' he murmurs, hand probing, fingers wrapping around the shaft. Investigation turns intimate, the cop's mouth descending, hot and demanding. Soon, the officer's hairy partner joins, chest fur matted with sweat, eyes hungry. The threesome ignites. Parker drops to his knees, sucking one thick cock while the other teases his hole. He bends, takes it deep—fucking, being fucked, yielding his ass in a frenzy of grunts and slick thrusts. In this concrete cage, fantasies harden into flesh, raw and unrelenting.