Sexy Suspects
Sometime around 12:30am on Saturday, I heard a car up the street. You know the sounds. Revving motors, burning tires, typical punk and motor action. Depending on your mood, you could find it annoying or kinda sexy. After a few minutes though, it didn’t settle down. It started getting a little more crazy. The driver would race up and down the short street at ridiculous speeds, then slam the brakes, trying to be cool and do some sliding.
But, just as I had enough of this noise, I heard the car come back again. Before I could get outside, I heard the gut-wrenching sound of two vehicles colliding. Metal bending. Glass shattering.
I grabbed my cell phone and raced outside, only to hear the car racing away. But now, he had blown a rear tire and was dragging the full weight of his muffler. Instead of leaving the scene in quiet shame, he floored the engine, made a hard right turn and entered the apartment complex. Okay, so now I’m thinking he lives here. But then, another turn of events. In the narrow stretch, he floors the engine again, pushing the car up to 50mph, dragging the full weight of his now shattered muffler while grinding a rim, making the loudest and most deafening sound.
He tore up and down the maze of parking lanes, playing bumper cars. Some were fortunate, others weren’t. I’m not sure what amazed me more. His actions or the stupefied apathy of the other residents who just stood and watched.
I immediately dialed 911, described the vehicle, location, the noise, and the vehicle impact I heard on the street. I then turned back to the scene.
I just don’t understand how people can watch something and not get involved. I had to track him. I had to watch him. I had to be sure where he went, what he did, and who was in the car. If he parks the car, who gets out? You have to know these things for fact, otherwise everything is circumstantial. Nobody would have the complete story or facts. It pisses me off. I guess I’m one those who’s good in crisis situations, as long as it’s not my crisis! lol
Anyway, I raced between buildings with cell phone in hand keeping a constant eye on him. He pulled into a parking spot, sat there and revved his engine, then floored it in reverse nearly taking out a garage door. He tore out of there and I raced again between buildings to keep track. He whipped into another parking spot and the front end of the car hopped the cement stopper. The font wheels were now wedged between the curb and cement stopper. He got out of the vehicle and began walking away. I thought this was really weird. Erratic driving and behavior, but casually walking away?
Between dialing 911 and this little auto show, it was only a minute or less. Four Sheriff vehicles and a chopper were suddenly in the area. I flagged down the Sherriff and described the suspect. By the way, In case you were wondering why I waited until today to post this blog, it’s because this suspect’s look, clothes, and appearance totally match the look of a guy I was chatting to online from New York. No, it’s not the same guy, but he looked like him. I wanted to grab this photo when I returned to work and throw it in my blog. The suspect was a muscular guy in camis and black muscle tee. Couldn’t miss him! WOOF! AND I MEAN FUCKING WOOF! He almost made me turn criminal!
So — the officers drive around the complex looking for him and I continue to look on foot. Then I see him. I flag down a cop and tell him “there he is!” The cops swarm the area and the suspect walks casually with some people he must know in the complex. I have no idea how they’re connected, but they know each other. I’m not sure why the guy didn’t hide out instead of walking around. We later learned he was suspected of being under the influence; most likely drugs, not alcohol.
By now, half the people in their apartments were out watching the show. Between the suspect revving his engine, a rim grinding on asphalt, and a fucking heavy muffler being dragged around, all you needed were sirens and a chopper and you had a movie of the week.
The cops approached the suspect and I stood back. After asking him several questions, they cuffed him and walked him back to the squad car. This is when I got a really good luck at him. Holy fuck, what a hottie! What a waste. Too bad I didn’t offer him refuge in exchange for tying him up and fucking his ass. I could have saved him some serious jail time! <sexy grin>
Due to the collision on the street, the damage to other cars and my eyewitness testimony, I was with the cops for a few hours giving them the story over and over. Ultimately, this shit wasn’t done until 3am or so. I was so wired, I didn’t get to bed until 4:30. It totally fucked up my weekend.
How fucked is all of this? Uniforms? Handcuffs? Cops? A hot muscular thug in a muscle tee? FUCK! And I got nothing out of it? This punk was so fucking fine, I get a hardon every time I think about it. Maybe that’s because it wasn’t a picture or a video, but a real fucking stud in handcuffs right in front of me. I have no clue what the reason is, but it’s Boner City everytime I see him in my mind. Seriously, this photo is almost an identical image of the dude. Add a little more muscle and you totally have him! Wish I had him…
I need to seriously rape somebody’s ass. This pent up sexual energy is killing me. Look at me! Now I’m cruising criminals…
viewed 6735 times by 3180 guys in leather
September 2nd, 2009 at 2:19 am
Cool site, love the info.
September 10th, 2008 at 7:15 pm
…Did you find his Mugshot online? …I did! He’s my brother Shit-Head! We went camping together with him last year, remember?…
September 9th, 2008 at 10:29 pm
Excellent work, Nice Design
September 4th, 2008 at 8:04 pm
Ciao carissimi amici motorbiker inviatemi nuove photos’ plastic bag in a helmet full face a tematica fetish racing motorbiker……postate anche qualche video su You Tube della stessa tematica Fetish motorbiker:
Pissing in a leather racing suit, suffocation a plastic bag in ahelmet full face, etc.
A presto carissimi amici motorbikers’ ho voglia di incontrarvi in Italy…….
“Rubberkart”
August 30th, 2008 at 8:59 pm
Cody, would love to see you dressed like a cop. Maybe you could wear one of those nylon cop jackets they alway’s wear. You know, the thin blue nylon jackets. Like you see FBI agents wearing. Fucking hot!!!
Willing to make a nice donation.
NG
August 16th, 2008 at 4:44 pm
0_o
August 12th, 2008 at 6:16 am
Maybe the cops offeed him very detailed obduction during the examination ?:)
August 1st, 2008 at 6:09 am
Hmmm, the dude looks good, but the car is even hotter,lol.
Shit, I’ll take’m both
July 31st, 2008 at 2:14 pm
good post man thx
July 29th, 2008 at 8:55 am
Hey Cody, a great read. Thanks.