The Officer took Brent's license, then called in on the radio that was attached to the shoulder of his ultra-tight 'C.H.P.' shirt..... As he turned back to his 'C.H.P.' bike, Brent could see the tight ass that had a riding-insert patch sewn into it, it went partially up the front of his crotch too.... Brent's cock really started to act up !!!!

'Stop it !!!', Brent thought, tryin' to over-ride his cock.... "Excuse me...???", the Officer said, turning around. And Brent realized he had just said that out-loud !!! "Oh, nothing.....", Brent blushingly responded, but thinkin' that he was actually talkin' to his cock...!!!! 'He must be crazy.....!!!!!'.

"Officer 69 to H.Q. Investigating a possible disturbance at the old Berryman farm, on the old River Road....."
There was some response from the H.Q. that Brent couldn't quite hear, then the Officer responded, "Okay, Officer 69, 10-10, and out....."

The Officer looked again at Brent's license. "Would you mind taking off your helmet ???", he asked. Brent realized that the inside of his helmet was a total mess, pies and cakes, his hair a big mess, but Brent found himself un-strapping it, and taking it off. The Officer looked pretty surprised and a little amused..... He then looked at Brent's license, (the 'pic' on it...), then back at Brent. He kinda' had a bit of a smile on his face when he said, "Okay, you can put your helmet back on....", and handed Brent's license back to him. Brent just put his helmet back on the seat of his bike; it was already so messed-up, it didn't matter....

Brent slipped his license back into his wallet, then put his wallet back in the right rear pocket of his messed-up leather jeans, thinkin', 'At least the inside of my wallet didn't get all messed up !!!'.....

"Brent, you realize that this is 'posted' as a 'no-trepassing' site, right ???". Brent was amazed that the Officer had called him by his first name !!! "Uhh, no, I didn't see any signs or anything, just the orange 'caution/safety' cones....", Brent replied.
The Officer turned and looked around, and Brent was right, there weren't any 'No-Trespassing' signs up, or anywhere...
The Officer said, "Uhh, thanks, I'll have to make a note of that.....".

Brent kept seein' the Officer look at him, then at Brent's bike, then back at Brent.... He did this several times......, and Brent could see that the crotch of the Officer's tight pants seemed to be gettin' a 'bit' tighter....
"Uhhh, Brent, do you 'do' this kinda' thing often...???", the Officer finally said.

Brent was finally relieved.... He wasn't gonna' get into any kinda' of 'legal' trouble, maybe some other kinda' 'trouble', but who knew..... "Ummm,, not really...", Brent said a bit sheepishly, then lookin' at the Officer's Silver name tag on the front of his shirt, ....."Lieutenant O'Harlihan...".

"Uhhh, you can just call me Shannon...", the Officer replied., seeming a little bit 'bash-ful'......

'F**K......!!!' 'F**K......!!!' 'F**K......!!!', thought Brent. 'What a name, 'Lieutenant Shannon O'Harlihan...!!!!' Not only was this guy incredibly hot, what a fantastic name !!!!! And it only got incredibly better, when Shannon took off his helmet...........