Getting Policed & Propositioned.

A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my
family's vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine
for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me
even more confidence.

Car 9

So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway!

I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or
traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where
I was walking!

Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the
police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had
expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep
moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they
decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough,
or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I'd underestimated the
police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this
just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop
would do and investigate.

I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I
was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I
was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was
potentially in real trouble.

In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly
wondered about running. I wasn't a million miles from the house now. But
it wasn't like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with
the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to
put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun
a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I'd just make more trouble
for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the
police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)?

I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking
out. But those weren't sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and
naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober
and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting
a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I'd
probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be
on my way back to college.

I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with
the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at
all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated
publicly in front of people!).

I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble.

It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an
older cop, about my dad's age. I recognised him; I didn't know his name
but when you've been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the
local cops, and they get to know you.

"Are you alright there, son?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer."

He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?"

"Um, I don't have them with me."

"I can see that. Where are they?"

I paused. "Back at my house."

"You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?"

I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word.

"Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this
time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?"

I chose my words carefully.

"Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away
and I'm leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that
before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town
off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh
at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off
and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football
games and the like?"

Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public
nudity I had engaged in counted as 'streaking' exactly; but it came I
think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to
show my naked body to the world.

The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my
explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no
idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might
unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes
now and travelled quite far.

"You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?"

"I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm
sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I
leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I'm in
real trouble now, huh?"

The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I
wouldn't say that." He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean
inside, but stopped and turned back to me. "Cover yourself up a moment
would you, son," he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls.
I'd been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation;
the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more
my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed
flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused.

Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed.

After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9."

The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated.

"Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?"

"No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?"

"Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out."

(I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent
exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me,
that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call;
although at the time it meant nothing to me).

Cupped or Cuffed

The cop turned back to me.

"Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about
you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you're out
here with your dingus in the wind is me.

"Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation,
at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem
like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you
say you're leaving town tonight I know that's true. I think you're a
smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn't
in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?"

"20," I replied. He nodded.

"I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and
does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your
birthday suit' dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn't want to see him
get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for
you.

"Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're
gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn
pants back on, and you do just that, I'm willing to forget I ever saw
you. Can you do that?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-"

He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your
balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I
can't ignore it." Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes
which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a
cop’s peace cannot be disturbed, A cop’s morals cannot be outraged. The
community has to initiate the complaint.

I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands
cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged
briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief;
I'd got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to
happen to me, and yet I'd got away with it. Had it been any other day or
night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of
trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final
night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a
cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to
any harm.

Sunset Driveway

I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure.
But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family
home; I'd no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any
further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home,
the fun would be over, and I'd be clothed again and on my way.

I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night
now, an