Officer Floyd

I was in my freshman year at the University of South Florida in Tampa when this happened. Twenty years later it remains one of the most erotic episodes of my life. I'd come to terms with my sexual orientation during my first year of high school, yet I still retreated into what I thought was the safety of my closet around all but my closest friends and family. Gay Liberation may have taken root in places like New York and San Francisco back then, but in everyday America being gay could get you broken bones. I made a very deliberate decision not to "mess around" on campus.

By mess around I mean hunt for sex. I was only interested in two types of sex. Romantic sex, the kind you have with a person who is a potential or actual life partner or recreational sex, the kind of down and dirty action for the sole purpose of getting your rocks off. I knew if I searched for romance it would interfere with my studies, so I determined to stick to the latter, but only away from campus.

The first few weeks were devoted to settling into a college routine and sexual relief was limited to a couple of stroking sessions a day, often more. It helped that my roommate was a beer guzzling, over-weight red neck. Watching him walk around in his baggy boxers didn't exactly have me hard and horny.

Still after four weeks I was sort of anxious for a little taste of peter. I'd heard some of the guys in the dorm talking about an adult movie theater in the Sulphur Springs section of Tampa, not far from campus. The talk was that they weren't too fussy about checking IDs, so a horny 18 year old college boy could enjoy watching some heavy action on the screen without too much hassle (nowadays that isn't very special, but before videos it was a real turn on). I thought it might be the perfect place to find stiff cock to munch on.

Understand, I like all kinds of man-to-man sexual play, but one of my favorites has always been going down on my knees in front of some horny straight guy and making him moan as much or more than any female he's been with. I knew instinctively that getting some straight guy to go for it would be a lot easier in a place where his dick was already hard and dripping for action.

My schedule on Tuesdays was fairly light, my last class ending at 11:45. The theather's first show started at 11:00 so I knew I wouldn't be the first guy through the doors. I had a quick bite at the Student Center and then headed off to my first sexual adventure in Florida.

I found the theater with little problem and parked my car in a shaded spot on the street just behind the building. I'll admit I was more than a little nervous as I approached the box office, but the old lady took my money and pushed a ticket out at me. I walked through the door with a satisfied smile on my face.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness after the bright Florida sunshine. I stood at the back of the auditorium watching what was going on the screen. Some big titted blond was going down on a huge fat cock. Just as my eyes were returning to normal she pulled her mouth off it in time for it to shoot a thick white load all over her face. My own dick hardened up to full mast as I imagined taking her place. Only then did I realize the intensity of my hunger for a slab of man meat and a load of cock juice.

Just as I was wondering what to do next a guy came up the aisle, passed behind me and headed for the men's room. He stood only about 5"8', but even in the darkness I could tell he was built solid and fine. He was wearing tight jeans that showed off his shape and a tee shirt which stretched tight over his well developed chest. He was certainly worth a closer look. I waited about a half a minute, so I wouldn't appear too anxious and then followed him into the men's room.

He was standing at a urinal and in the light he was even better than I'd thought. There was no doubt about it this was one butch little stud. I went up to a urinal separated from his by another. I unzipped and carefully removed my still very hard cock from my cut offs. Only then did I glance over at him. He looked about 5-6 years older than me. His ruggedly handsome face held my attention briefly. He had his eyes closed, his left hand rested on the flusher (I noted a wedding band), his right hand was slowly stroking a cock which while not more than 5 inches long was almost as thick around as my wrist. So there we were both slowly pumping, me watching him, he with his eyes closed. I wanted to eat him, but this wasn't bad either, I was getting off.

With my attention centered on what he held in his right hand I didn't notice when his eyes opened. Only when his voice broke the silence did I move my gaze away from his stiff meat.

"Want it?" He said it matter-of-factly.

Even though I was startled I didn't hesitate for a second. "Where?"

"Right here." He nodded at a row of four stalls that lined the wall opposite the urinals. The doors had been removed and they were in full view of anyone in the room.

"We could get caught. I don't want to get arrested."

"Don't worry about that, do you want it or not."

I wanted it more than anything else at that minute, so my little head did my thinking. "OK," was all I could say.

He moved over to the last stall and stood aside to let me past him. I seated myself on the can. He step forward and shoved his fat little club at my lips. I parted them and he pushed it all the way in. I was in heaven. It was nearly a perfect cock for sucking and suck it I did. For a full five minutes I gave it my best which must have been good enough because my little stud was moaning up a storm. I sensed he was getting real close when the men's room door opened. The sound of not one, but two sets of feet approached; I was soon to be discovered with a dick buried deep in my mouth. I went to pull off but he was too quick for me.

He placed his hands at the back of my head holding me onto his cock. Almost in a frenzy he began pistoning himself in and out, fucking my face like it had never been fucked before. In a matter of moments his body stiffened, he rose up on his tip toes, the fat dick in my mouth swelled and spewed hot blasts of his rich jism into my waiting mouth. Audience or no audience I gulped it down like the cum hungry fiend I was. He grunted loudly with each shot, not caring that he was sure to attract the attention of the guys now standing at the urinal.

His cock finished spasming as I drained it of all it had to give. He quickly put himself away and with a an even quicker, "thanks, see ya around," he turned and left. When I got myself together enough to stand up I walked out of the stall, leery of the reception I'd get from the two guys. They were both too busy pounding their own meats to be overly interested in me. I all could think of was getting out of the theater as fast as possible, but as I approached the door, the younger of the two, a fairly good looking man of about 35 said, "looks like you really gave him a hell of a blow job. Wouldn't mind one myself." I was briefly tempted, but decided not to tempt fate.

I drove back to campus by the most direct route, raced to my room and thanked everything sacred that my fat roomie was nowhere to be seen. I doubled latched the door, stripped off what little clothes I had on, threw myself on my bunk and beat off one mind blowing load thinking about that stud pumping himself into my mouth. I promised myself to return to the theater soon and look for him or somebody like him.

The next day was Wednesday, my busiest day of the week. I was on the go and too busy to spend much time thinking about sex. It was 4:00 by the time I returned to my room. My roommate was snoring on his bunk and my friend Jeff was sprawled in my desk chair looking through an old issue of Penthouse.

"What's up dude?" I asked.

"I've waiting for you almost an hour, I was about to give up. Would you be interested in a part time job?"

"What?" I couldn't figure out what he was talking about.

"I've been working at the Holiday Inn at the airport since the middle of last Summer. One night a week, from midnight Friday 'til 8:00 Saturday morning. I'm the bellman, though there really isn't much to do. It just me, the night auditor and the security guard Officer Floyd, he's an off duty Tampa cop. Anyway all there is to do is sometimes pick a guest arriving on a late flight, or help one or two parties with their bags, the pays not bad and most of the time I study."

"So where does a job for me come in all this?" I asked, impatient for him to get to the point.

Well I've been offered a job in the banquet department, the jobs harder but the pay and tips are better. Any way my old job will be available and they asked if I knew of any other student who might be interested in taking it. I said I'd see, so are you interested? You have right of first refusal. I know you mentioned you'd like to find a job that didn't interfere with school."

So that's how I got the job at the Holiday Inn. I went down the next day, applied and was told to start the following day so that Jeff could "train" me. We drove to work together, I was actually looking forward to spending the night working with Jeff and to the additional cash flow which would boost my lifestyle considerably.

We arrived and Jeff gave me one the tacky blue vests which along with black pants and white shirt (which we had to provide) constituted our uniform. He introduced my to Jimmie Lee Smith who was the night auditor and said that he'd do the same with Officer Floyd when he came back from doing his midnight rounds.

The one thing about the Holiday Inn was it's active bar. People were everywhere, the place was hopping and the live band blaringly loud even out in the lobby. With all the activity, there was little for Jeff or I to do except stand and watch the actions of patrons who were half in the bag and desperately trying to connect with someone of the opposite sex.

Just about 12:45 a call came in from the airport. Some business man with reservations needed a ride. Jeff and I went out to the parking lot and hopped into the "courtesy limo" which was in reality a rather beat up Chevy station wagon. By the time we located the guest, loaded his luggage and drove back to the Inn a hour had passed. It was just past 2:00 by the time Jeff and I returned to the lobby after having settled the business man into his room. The lounge had closed and just a few stragglers remained hoping against hope to find a companion for the night. I asked Jeff where Officer Floyd was and he said he'd be on the 2:00 rounds.

"Is that all he does?"

"Unless there's trouble in the lounge all he does is a walk around the building and grounds every other hour. Then he's here in the lobby for the other hour. They've never been robbed, so it's good security for all of us."

Jeff sat down in the lobby reading some novel for English Lit. while I sat behind the bell station trying to cram for an upcoming Western Civ. exam. I was trying to memorize the dates of Hannibal's march across the Alps when Jeff broke my concentration.

"Glenn Forrest meet Gary Floyd."

I looked up into the face of my Sulphur Springs stud. I don't know who was more shocked him or me. He recovered first.

"Nice meeting you. I'm sure it's going to be a pleasure working with you." An evil smile creased his lips and his eyes said he had lots of plans for me providing the pleasure.

I stammered something inane and felt the blood rushing to my face. I must have been blushing like a virgin bride, thoughts running through my head of me on my knees in front of this stud cop, dressed in full uniform and feeding me his thick dick. I know Jeff noticed something odd, but he had the good grace not to ask any questions. God knows what he thought.

Over the next week I must have beat off 30 times with Officer Floyd being the star of each and every session. The next Friday I arrived at work a half hour early. He came in just before midnight. For the first four hours he said nothing more than hello to me, but the wicked wink which accompanied the greeting told me there was more to come.

Just before 4:00 Officer Floyd came up to the bell station. "How would you like to do rounds with me? It'll give you a chance to learn your way around the place."

"Sounds good to me, but can I leave my station. Suppose I'm needed?"

"Jimmie Lee here can call me on the walkie talkie if he needs either of us. You'll do that for us, won't you Jimmie Lee."

"No problemo," he said trying to sound cool, but definitely falling short.

So I walked out of the lobby and into the warm Tampa night with my sex fantasy leading the way. He made straight for the pool area; he opened a door and entered what turned out to be the pool storage room.

He leaned back against the cement wall, spread his legs wide open and thrust his pelvis forward. "OK, Glenn, it's all yours, make me happy."

I got on my knees and reached up to undo the fly to his uniform trousers. I reached my hand into the opening and felt his already hardening cock straining against the material of his white BVDs. With some difficulty I managed to pull down the front of the brief to release the object of my lust. By the time it was fully exposed it had reached its maximum size. I wasted no time in swallowing the whole thing.

This time he allowed me to control the whole situation. I took my time, savoring the manly taste of musk which enveloped its entire length. I made love to it like I'd never done to a cock before. Taking my time, teasing every sensitive inch with my lips and tongue; paying particular attention to the soft meaty head which was gushing generous amounts of precum. He began to moan spurring me on. I gave him the best blow job I knew how, apparently it was more than adequate. The moans soon turned to groans, his cock throbbed, the precum turned into a steady flow. Suddenly he let out a roar and filled my mouth with the pepper-sweet taste of his load. I refused to release him until I was certain I'd captured every drop he had to offer. When his already soft cock slipped from between my lips I looked up at his face. He flashed me his evil grin.

"Boy, this is the start of a beautiful working relationship. You like my cock and I like your mouth. Let's keep it that way."

"Yes sir." My parents had always taught me to respect the police and do as they say. Who was I to argue.

I kept the job at the Holiday Inn until I graduated from South Florida and every week Officer Floyd and I would slip away for about 20 minutes. Sometime he let me carry the ball, sometimes he took control and fucked my mouth like a champ. Either way I was happy.

Two years after graduation I had to return to Tampa on business. Even though I didn't have to be there until Monday I arrived on Friday night and booked into the Holiday Inn-Tampa Airport. Officer Floyd was still working there and while on rounds he stopped by my room twice that night, but that's another story.

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written by stix