It was a warm spring evening the night I got to service a cop. I was outside of the museum writing in my journal when I noticed a rather peculiar cop biking around me. There usually isn't a guy who escapes my eye and I do love flirting with cops, sailors and firemen, but it is rare to find one returning the favor. I am a cute fella, but those guys are meant to be very ethical and serious about their jobs. Typically you wouldn't find one getting his dick sucked in a park behind a museum. Well, I guess that's why this turned out to be a very special day.
This cop was in uniform and he looked mighty good. Not the tallest guy ever and probably not the best looking guy ever, but he sure looked straight, relaxed and normal. And he was a cop! He circled me a few times getting closer and closer. Finally he approached me and said "this area is gonna be closing real soon. You probably out to get out of here."
I replied "Oh, right...I guess I'll go." Of course I was confused cause although it was past nine o'clock, there were many other people around and no one else was being told to leave. I smelled something else must be up, and the curiosity allowed me to go with it.
As I stood up to start walking I felt he policeman's eyes lingering on me. He was all over my hot tight ass and my firm sexy legs. This made me pretty hard and since I was in shorts I guess my erection was plainly visible. He laughed at me and said "looks like you are kinda excited there, young man."
This in turn made me laugh. He really couldn't have been much older than me. I was 26. He was probably 28. Him calling me "young man" with a sexy smirk gave me all the information I needed. I was gonna be sucking this hot cop very very soon.
My devious brain immediately began conjuring up some nastiness. How could I must efficiently and effectively get this guy's cock in my mouth. Our minds must have been on the same wavelength cause he started biking away and called out "let's go."
There are a few things in life to be thankful for and one of those is cock. The thought of sucking off this young cop was tremendously appealing to me. For all I knew this was a straight married guy who just wanted to get a load of in my mouth. He could have just as easily been a happily gay young man who knew how hot the "cop" scene would be a to a horny young cocksucker. It really didn't matter, because we were about to have fun fun fun.
My back was in pain and the hard floor felt good. A massage is what I needed. My roommate had declined to answer my request, as he most likely felt the sensual nature of a massage would make things uncomfortable. I admit, he is very handsome. He measured in at 6'1", athletic body, sexy dark hair, and perfect masculine hands for a deep massage. He is 28.
I was in my hotel room surfing the Dallas m4m room. It was full, but as usual, no one was talking. My phone rang and took me from the computer for a few minutes. When I returned I had a lengthy Instant Message. The message stated that the author's name was Jason. He said he liked my profile did I have time to chat? I immediately checked for a profile. Rats. nothing there. I IMed back.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
It was convenient too as I had most of my classes in the building. Here's the story of one of my experiences there. After class one day, I was really horny and needed a hot dick. So, I headed to my favorite hot spot on campus. Walking in I saw that one stall was already occupied. Wait, let me start a bit earlier. There was this guy in one of my classes who was beautiful.
Tom and Drew find out that they would both consider doing something with another guy, but who would have thought that the pool talk would actually turn into some sexy hardcore action. Who sucks who? Who fucks who?
Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start.
She gave me his number and I called him up. We talked for a few minutes on the phone about nothing really. He asked me if I wanted to come over and watch a movie with him. I said that I would and went to his apt in Garfield. He met me outside and invited me in. He was a very handsome young man, I think about 5 years younger than me. This is it. I didn't care who was on top or bottom.
There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other) story will focus. What a shock it was to see him....
I passed through the double doors and made my way to the mid-section of the locker block. I opened my locker and began removing my clothes. I stripped down to my jockey briefs, then slipped them off my legs. I wrapped a towel around myself, and made my way into the shower area. Maybe I should describe myself for you.
The rest of the family was off doing their various things and I was enjoying the relative silence of the house by listening to a little Life of Agony (the new stuff is really pretty happy). I was online, surfing around aimlessly, pics of hot guys and warez, what else is there on the net? Oh yea, stories. I didn't hear his presence until he knocked on my door. whatever. I couldn't stop myself.
There were 12 of us altogether, mom, dad, 6 boys and 4 girls. Both mom and dad worked hard to keep us well fed, comfortably housed and properly clothed, but there wasn't a whole lot left over to put aside for college educations. That wasn't enough to pay for four years, but it was a start. With student loans, grants and a work-study program it would be enough. Sure I knew I was gay.
Up in the high, flat country with the golden grass in the summer. It was hot, very hot, but I had my windows open enjoying my new state. At 70 half the traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my sister's house for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three hours early.
The cop biked behind the museum to a small, dark deserted park. Sure, I was a little frightened. I mean, he had a gun, and what if he were crazy or some kind of nut. The thought of cock got the better of me and I just kept following. There was something about his slutty sexy smirk that made it clear he was serious about one thing only - me on my knees sucking his beautiful cock.
My cop stopped by a big tree with some huge branches and leaves hanging all around it. I entered this little private enclave and he had already pulled out his hard cock. It looked to be a very special cock - around 8 or 8 and half inches long and probably 6 inches in girth. A real yummy cock. The cop kept smiling and pointed down at his cock. He said "Get down here sweetie and suck this big cock."
I know that's not the nicest instructions anyone ever received, but I was used to guys just shoving their cocks down my throat and fucking my face. This was gonna be a different kind of guy.
What I really wanted was to make love to this man's cock. Sure, he was a cop, and yeah, we were basically in the middle of the woods, but I was prepared to have a totally romantic, wonderful experience.
So, I got down on my knees in front of this man. He stood around 5'11 and I guess he was 170 pounds. A nice, attractive looking cop and that cock was just looking so damn good. I wrapped my mouth around the tip and started politely teasing the head. I licked the whole head of his cock a few times and got to taste a couple of rounds of precum. I paused and said "Thanks. Yummy!"
He giggled, and the juxtaposition of cop and cute normal guy was further confused. This was a guy I wanted to date on top of sucking.
He said, "OK. Enough Mr. Nice Guy. Why don't you really get to work on that cock?"
So, I plunged my head in all the way and took his cock deep in my throat.
"Yeah baby. That's what I mean. Take my cock, kid. Yeah, sweet mouth."
I had his cock buried in my throat and neither of his was moving at this point. My throat muscles were entirely relaxed around his throbbing wide cock and the only movement was me tensing and relaxing those muscles. I am sure it was an amazing feeling for this hot cop. This was one of those days I was happy to be such a well-trained cocksucker. I respond very well to guys who are used to their cocks being sucked well. There comes a point for especially well-hung guys that they don't need just anyone sucking their piece. They will only stand for the best cocksuckers. That's where I come in and I am happy to provide my exceptional service.
The cop said "You are giving some nice head there sweetie." He slowly started thrusting into my mouth. It was still soft and smooth though. Deep in my throat and he has total power and control over me and I am in love. In love with his cock, in love with his uniform, in love with everything about this sensual, sexy, hot hot man. I just wanna lavish attention on him and make him the happy man he deserves to be.
The thrusting into my mouth continues and I slowly mouth my head back and forth along with his thrusts. We are totally in sync. My mouth. His cock. We are one and it is a beautiful pair. The cop and the cocksucker.
Suddenly he pulls his cock out of my mouth and instructs me to just lick the head while he jerks it. He says "keep your mouth open while you lick it." Of course I know where this is going and I am all to happy to follow his orders. He is jerking his dick into my mouth. I am lapping away at the head and I am totally ready for a big explosion of cum.
While he is jerking he is muttering "Good boy, good cocksucker. Yeah, sweet boy deserves a hot load. Yeah, good, good boy, you gonna love this delicious cop load. Yeah, your gonna love eating this load. You're gonna thank me for feeding you this load, yes, you are sweetie."
We were both smiling and completely happy at that moment. It was clear we were made to make each other happy.
I said "I'm ready...Please feed me your load." I guess all you have to do is ask cause my request inspired a 3 huge shots of cum in a row. They hit the back of my throat and eased their way down into my tummy. My cop shot another couple of loads right onto my tongue and then wiped the extra off on my lips.
I licked my lips and said "Thank you very much."
He replied "No, thank you. You are terrific. That's the best blow job I've had all day." And with that, he pulled up his pants, patted me on the head and was off.
This kid that I refer to as the bibleboy. He always carried a bible around until we met. First time we met my cock as almost exploding out of my work overalls. I noticed him glancing at it. He noticed how big it was and I was sure I could fuck him so hard.
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
The hill I was on crumbled under me and I felt myself sliding through branches and over rocks as the mud carried me down. All I could do was scream "Help!" knowing there was no one around to hear me. My head hit a tree and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a cabin. The rain had stopped. A fire was crackling in the fireplace and a warm comforter covered me.
Oh how I hated to go to this job, it was very good pay and all, but the people were quite a boring bunch, except one for one day when this cute guy, about twenty-five came into my office and asked me for some help with his taxes. Have a seat I told him, lets see what you have. Boy was this guys taxes messed up good, but he wasn't that interested in his tax problem, he kept glancing me up and down, glaring into my eyes.
I bought two all lesbian and two regular movies. I was most excited about seeing the cock slide in the girls pussy so I planned to watch one of those first. I often wondered about guys and even jacked off to the idea several times. I even dressed in girls clothes and imagined being with a guy sometimes. I just ignored it because there was no way I could be gay or bi.
Joe is always a very horny guy, seems that he always has a hard cock and loves to tease Pat about his beautiful rock hard cock as much as possible. Even while they are in church, standing next to each other in the balcony singing, Joe whispers to Pat that his cock is rock hard and he wishes he could jack off. Joe is hot and horny as usual. Quickly he gets into position on the bed.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
Since I was quite attractive, with not such a great face, but with a wonderful bod which I'd show off in tight tight pants with no underwear, I used to get a lot of sexual offers. I started my sexual career when I was thirteen in a manner I might someday relate here. I was hitch-hiking in South Carolina.
It was just a few days past the New Year and I was coming home from a trip to Phoenix to see my best friend. With my carry-on in one hand, and my latest art acquisition in the other, I was eager to get home, strip naked and warm up by the fire. I boarded and leaned against a wall. With all the New Year's travelers on their way home, the car was standing room only.
On my way home I would pass a K-Mart that almost always had some kind of action going. I'd been having sex with guys for a couple of years already, and at the time of this incident, I was a sophomore in college. I had an average build, standing at 5'7", a little afro, yea, I'm black, a cute face and "bed-room" eyes as they say.
Something I just thought would never happen to me, and after 18 months, lo and behold, it happens. I was very fortunate after finishing at University and was able to walk straight into a job, while most of my friends were now bumming around and doing anything they could to keep going.
First I would go to a few topless bars and get turned on by the girating, sexy girls. I am bisexual, but women are so much harder to have sex with on a moment's notice, and they usually want to get "involved," so I found it easier to just play with my fellow men, so to speak.
I have moved many a time during my life. Having both my bachelor's and masters degrees means that I moved nearly every damn year. Out of college I thought that my moving days were nearly over. I was so wrong. First I took leave of my senses and moved from New York to Arkansas for another job. Arkansas is nice and all, with their long warm seasons.
I had an amazing night fucking my masseur, but then I realized that my security guard accidentally watched me fucking. So, I decided to have a very intimate conversation the following day. He turned out to be a perfect match for me.
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