Police Line Up
By Exhibition1st.
Tom was classically handsome. He had dark hair, lightly tanned skin, and a short stubbled beard. He was slim but with just a touch of muscle. He dressed simply but fashionably, and the arms of his plain white T-shirt clung nicely to his biceps.
“Maybe I’ll give it a go next time,” the other lad replied. I could do with some extra cash, actually. They cut my shifts, and I’m trying to save up for a new car. I think mine’s on its last legs.”
Kris was short and dark-haired, but slimmer and with a less muscular body than his friend. Despite being two years older, at 25, he could barely grow any facial hair, so he looked like a teenager. He was constantly being asked for ID in bars, which used to drive him crazy.
“I’ve got one coming up in a week.” Tom said, “Let me ask if they need any more. You’ll need to register on this website. I’ll send you the link.”
After the familiar ‘whizz’ of the email, Kris picked up his phone and quickly filled in all his details, scrolled to the bottom of the page past all the disclaimers and legal warnings before hitting the ‘submit’ button and then switching to a new topic of conversation, not really giving it a second thought.
A few days later, Kris got an email in response to his application. It was brief but positive, and asked him to attend a line-up the following Saturday. He was stoked and texted Tom straight away to tell him.
“No way!” Tom replied, “That’s great news. Saturday at 3 pm? I should be there, too. How about we meet and walk over together? Shall I see you about 2:30?”
The lads made their plans, and soon, the weekend arrived. They’d had instructions on what to wear: dark joggers, a navy T-shirt, trainers, and a black hoody. If possible, have a couple of days’ stubble.
As they walked to the station together, they almost looked like twins. If not identical, you’d certainly be forgiven for thinking they were brothers.
Kris asked Tom what was involved whilst they walked.
“Honestly, it’s so easy. You just need to stand there while someone walks slowly past you and looks at you. The idea is that they identify someone whom they saw committing a crime of some sort. Sometimes they tell you a bit about it, but often not. They try and get a group of guys who look similar.”
Once they reached the police station, Tom said hi to the duty officer at reception and introduced his friend. The officer recognised Tom but didn’t know him by name. She signed the boys in, checked their IDs, and asked them to go down the corridor and wait in room 15.
The boys did as they were told and were met by a muscular officer who offered them a glass of water and asked them to wait on some chairs by the wall. One guy was already waiting in the room next door, he sat with his phone in his hand as they walked last, not paying any attention to them.
After a few more minutes, they could see another couple of guys arrive and sit down in a similar-looking room slightly further down the corridor. They weren’t allowed to be in the same room in advance in case this made it obvious to anyone who the suspect might be.
The boys sat in silence as they’d been asked, waiting patiently to be called.
Tom checked his watch. He had a date that evening and didn’t want to be late. It was only his second time seeing this girl, and he didn’t want to mess her around.
He’d told Kris about her – Jen – long blond hair, slim and petite, she was shy but cute, and Tom was pretty smitten. “Honestly, mate,” he’d said, “she could be the one!”
As they were chatting quietly, the muscular officer came back into their room.
“Right, gentlemen, we’re ready for you. If you’d like to follow me?”
“Remember, no talking, no eye contact, just stand and face forwards. I’ll be on hand if you have any questions, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
The boys filed out after the officer and joined four other similarly aged guys, all wearing dark hoodies & joggers. Kris was trying to work out whether any of them actually might be a criminal… he’d had quite a sheltered young life, and the idea that he was in a line-up with a real criminal felt somehow dangerous and thrilling to him. One of the other guys looked back, which made him instantly look away, though, and he almost crashed into Tom as they took their place at the end of the line.
The officer briefed them, and they all stood quietly, waiting for the victim of whatever crime had been committed to come in and start looking at them. Kris coughed nervously. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous, but he just felt weirdly out of place. Tom sensed his friend’s discomfort and winked, quietly, reassuringly asking if he was okay. Kris nodded and gave a weak thumbs-up.
After a minute, the door opened, and two women walked in. As much as he wanted to stare, Kris kept his eyes facing forward, as he’d been told. He could hear a quiet discussion between the two young women as they walked along the line, accompanied by a female officer, while the muscular sergeant stood in the background.
Kris looked briefly to see Tom, very professional, also looking forwards, unmoving.
The boys caught snatches of conversation: ” It’s very difficult… I’m not quite sure… perhaps…” Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the group of three women talking to the male officer.
“Well, we could do that. It’s quite unusual. They have all agreed to that if needed. OK, that’s fine. I’ll arrange it.”
The women stepped out of the room for a moment while the muscular sergeant moved to address the group of young men lined up. He looked awkward, the boys both thought. “Obviously, I can’t say too much, but the alleged offense in this case was a case of indecent exposure, and the lady has said the perpetrator had a, umm, quite a memorable, umm… appendage.”
“So when the young ladies come back in, we’ll need you to drop your trousers down to your ankles for them.”
“What??” spluttered Tom, his cool composure lost. “You can’t be serious, I, I, I can’t, I’m afraid. I’m not wearing any underwear.” He blushed as he said it.
“Don’t worry, son,” the sergeant said. You’ll all be in the same boat. For anyone who is wearing underwear, you’ll need to drop this to your ankles, too. The young lady thinks she can distinguish the perpetrator by his, umm, his member.”
“I’m not sure about this, I mean…” blustered Tom.
Kris was wide-eyed, wondering if this was a normal part of the procedure; it certainly wasn’t something Tom had mentioned. He wasn’t shy of himself, but realised he’d never actually seen Tom naked. Often as guys you see your friends dicks when you get changed for a swim, after a football match or going for a piss on a night out or something, but Tom always seemed to disappear to get changed at home, or in a cubicle.
He could see Tom was just about to appeal to the officer for the third time when the door creaked open and the woman walked back in. The female office worker walked across to her male colleague, “Everything OK?” she asked.
“All in hand,” he replied.
“Gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to lower your trousers and any underwear, please. Down to the ankles, please.”
With this, he took a step back to await the completion of his instructions.
The boys in the line-up exchanged a nervous glance before the one on the far side, closest to the women, wriggled his trousers down and pulled his boxer shorts to follow. He stood, cupping his cock and balls in his hands.
“Hands by your side, please,” said the sergeant. All eyes were on the young man as he let his hands fall to his side. His cut cock poked out from a bushy set of pubes, dark curly hair framing the white skin of his dick.
He looked across at the others in the line-up, and shrugged his shoulders with a look down – the gesture intended to indicate that it was their turn now.
His cock wobbled a bit with the shrug, he was an average size, average thickness but with a big pair of balls.
Kris heard Tom swallow and say “fuck” quietly under his breath.
The neighbour of the first guy to drop his trousers reluctantly followed suit, starting a slow ripple effect down the line.
The second guy had a similar sized dick to the first, he’d shaved all his pubes off though, which did somehow make his cock look bigger, his balls hung down, one hanging slightly lower than the other. He was obviously embarrassed. Kris noticed his face flush at the attention.
The girls exchanged some whispered words, and the victim shook her head in response to an inaudible question from the female officer. Then, she stepped along the line and looked expectantly at the third guy in the lineup.
Kris, now somehow confident in the situation, found it entertaining to see how uncomfortable the others were. ” Like, what’s the big deal?” he whispered to Tom.
“Haha yeah right,” Tom replied, his voice breaking a little and a bead of perspiration forming on his brow.
As the third guy dropped his underwear Kris gave a little elbow to Tom, “I can see now why he was shy!” he said, “that little pecker wouldn’t scare anybody!”
“Are you hot, mate? You’re sweating. You want me to ask them to open a window?” Kris asked, looking concerned.
“Quiet, please, gentlemen,” the muscular officer said firmly, before Tom had a chance to reply.
Tom just looked uncomfortable, Kris couldn’t work out why; he was enjoying the spectacle.
He saw his mates eyes darting to look at the cock of the third guy, he reckoned it was probably about 4 inches soft. It was fat, though, with a long foreskin which looked like an anteater.
The third guy just stared forwards, seemingly unaware of Tom & Kris sneaking furtive glances at his exposed dick.
Kris saw the second guy look across and down. His face creased into a smile, and he looked back, clearly pleased to be next to someone smaller than himself.
The fourth guy was next to Kris, who made a point of looking forward now as the women approached, and the officer motioned for him to expose himself.
He dropped his trousers first to reveal a pair of tight white briefs. Oh my god, thought Kris, who actually wears underwear like that these days! One testicle was hanging out of the bottom of the briefs. It looked comical, but the guy hadn’t noticed.
He pulled the briefs down though and Kris couldn’t help but give a a nod of approval, the guy had a good sized dick. It bounced a little as it was released from its underwear, nicely thick, cut, and with a blonde bush of pubes around it.
As a straight guy Kris hadn’t ever paid too much attention to other guys dicks, he’d obviously checked out the competition at the urinals and in the showers but hed never experienced this sort of public unveiling.
It was his turn next, and he couldn’t help but allow himself a confident smile as he became aware that all the eyes in the room were on him. By now any pretence from the others in the line-up of not looking had fallen away and the other guys, still stood with their flaccid dicks hanging out were openly looking across.
Kris slowly lowered his joggers. Tom’s eyes followed his friend’s trousers as they dropped down to his ankles, noticing the dark hair on his legs against his olive skin.
Kris paused with his hands on the waistband of his CK fitted boxer briefs.
Tom thought, ” He must be nervous,” feeling somehow relieved at the thought that his friend was sharing his own anxiety. Butterflies circled in his stomach like seagulls.
But the pause wasn’t anxious fear of exposure, it was a pause for effect, Tom realised as Kris peeled his boxers down to reveal a massive package. His uncut cock once released from the underwear seemed to swell in the open air.
Kris instinctively used his right hand to loosen himself up. His thick dick had sort of got stuck against his balls, and his balls were stuck against his leg once he’d given them a quick squeeze and a fluff though the balls hung down like tennis balls in a sock. Huge, swinging spheres, swaying below his equally impressive dick.
His cock was like something Tom had never seen before, it was thicker than his wrist. The hood of his foreskin overhung the head of his cock making it look even longer. A vein traced its way down the length of his shaft, fading into the wrinkled dark skin at gathered at the end of his cock.
Kris looked forwards, pretending to focus on a spot on the wall, but actually loving the attention his cock was receiving, he knew all eyes were on him, he could see in his peripheral vision that Tom was staring open mouthed.
Tom had been preparing to offer his friend a word of encouragement before he exposed himself. Out of solidarity, he thought, to assuage his anxiety, but now he stared open-mouthed at the huge schlong his friend had revealed.
The women were equally taken aback. Tom saw the girl who was the victim of the indecent exposure lean in for a closer look. She knelt, her face inches from Kris’ big flaccid cock, supposedly looking for some clue… as if anyone could ever forget or mistake that cock. Perhaps for a horses dick, thought Tom.
The smile on Kris’ face was still evident, his friend clearly proud of his body.
“Um, are you ready to carry on?” the male officer asked.
“I’m sorry, yes, I was distracted,” the young woman apologised, catching Kris’ sparkling eyes and then Tom’s terrified ones as she stood.
Tom instantly froze, his look of terror intensified.
His heart felt like it would explode in his chest.
He whimpered involuntarily.
This was the first time he’d seen her face. She’d been wearing a baseball cap that she’d just taken off. Jen, the girl Tom had had just two dates with, stood facing him.
“When you’re ready, please, son,” said the male officer to Tom.
“I err, I mean I, I, I… really?” Tom asked, his voice hoarse and breaking like a teenager’s.?Coherent words escaped him.
The silence that met his utterances and the expectant eyes in the room told him that there was no escape. He looked at Kris, pleading somehow for his friend to help him, to make him disappear or wake him up from this nightmare of his creation.
But no salvation came and Tom looked down in some sort of out-of-body experience to watch his own hands as if they belonged to a stranger, sliding his joggers down to revel his cock.
He gulped and let his arms hang by his side, staring at a crack in the wall opposite him, defeated and willing it to swallow him up.
He was easily the smallest in the line-up. His little dick was about one and a half inches soft. It sat perkily on top of his tight balls, the snout of his foreskin pointed to his left, almost directing his audience to look across and make the obvious comparison to Kris’ huge floppy cock.
Tom blushed furiously. He couldn’t help but fluff himself up a little. It was an instinctive reaction, but it made no discernible difference from what Kris could make out anyway.
Kris, embarrassed for his friend snapped his gaze away from his little dick and looked instead at the peeling paint on the wall opposite.
Tom felt sick as he saw Jen’s face, he couldn’t believe it when she started to kneel to get a closer look at his cock too. He caught the scent of her perfume as the lone rickety fan in the corner oscillated noisily in the background.
He felt his balls constrict further in the cool air and allowed himself to look down at his shrunken member. To his absolute horror, he saw a glistening drop of precum reveal itself from the end of his little snout. It glided silently down towards the floor and landed on the front of his joggers, which were gathered around his ankles.
He heard Jen’s intake of breath, sensed her shock, and felt his shame burn.
The girls stepped back now, the officer guiding Jen to take a step back where they could observe the full line-up.
It felt like an eternity for Tom to stand there with his miniature junk on display next to his oversized friend.
As the girls were finally preparing to leave the room, Tom looked expectantly for some sort of signal that he could pull his trousers back up and end his embarrassment. His precum leak had continued unabated and now made quite a mess on his joggers.
Just when it looked like the women were leaving, Tom heard Jen say to the female officer, “Excuse me, just one second.”
She walked back over to him, “Tom” she whispered quickly, “I know you’re embarrassed, don’t be. I like them… umm… fun size” she winked, nodding downwards towards his shrivelled dick still pointing towards Kris.
“Right.” Tom said, still mortified and practically shaking from the trauma, “That’s good, a relief, I mean. I’ll message you.”
She winked again in the affirmative as she finally left.
The female officer was the one who saw the boys out of the station about 20 minutes later. Toms cum stained joggers a visible reminder of the past hour. She slipped a piece of paper through Kris’s hand. Her phone number.
The End.
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