The Week Of A Lifetime

I either have the best of luck, or the worst of luck. I guess it all depends on your point of view. I'm still trying to decide. Over the past week so much has happened to me, that I am stunned by it all. First was the police officer, then the cowboy, followed by the Marine, then the three Army dudes, then the one time with that gang, and then my own best friend. I figure I might as well tell my stories as they happened.

It all occurred one rather non-interesting day. Everything started out as usual, for sure. I was taking a week off from work to go to Austin and see my best friend, Chris. I was staying in San Antonio, about two hours away, so I didn't really mind the drive. I left my apartment at around 5, headed to Austin. I should have arrived in Austin at 7, so I was leaving and arriving at good times. The journey was a quiet one, as I just followed signs and roads all the way to Austin. About 6pm, as I got to a picnic area, I pulled over.

For one thing, thinking about my boyfriend already made me horny and figured I would take a small break just to relieve myself. As I pulled in, I parked behind a police car. I was listening to my favorite song, so I waited for it to finish before I got out of my car.

Just as the song was ending, a police officer slowly walked out of the public bathroom and over to his car. He sat on the hood of the car, took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead. I have never particularly fallen for a cop, since I think their egos are already big enough, but I was about to make a major exception.

The song ended and I turned off my car. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my vehicle casually, and slowly walked toward the bathroom. He noticed me and nodded and I smiled in return. I responded quite automatically, "Hey there. How are you doing today?" His response was, "Gettin' better." What shocked me was the deep pitch of his voice. It was so deep, I swear I felt the ground shake around his car.

I placed him about the early-30s in age. He had blond hair, very short on top and shaved around the sides almost to bare skin. He was wearing a short-sleeve shirt which betrayed bulging muscles. His smile was the most perfect smile I've seen in a long time. He had no facial hair to speak of, which I thought a little odd, since that is one stereotype of cops I make.

I walked past him and right in to the bathroom. Though I had done nothing yet, my heart was pounding rapidly. I looked back out the door at him, and he stared right at me, and into my eyes. I jumped back out of view, and turned to use the stall in the corner. However, I noticed the corner was directly in front of his car, given about fifteen feet away, and I looked through the small window back at him. The only thing was, he wasn't there.

That's when I heard him walk into the bathroom. I froze. I didn't know what he was going to do, and I didn't feel like pissing off a cop, not today. I walked out of the stall and there he was, getting undressed.

He slowly unbuttoned his top shirt, and took it off. He was wearing a very tight white t-shirt underneath. I walked over to the sink next to him to wash my hands. His chest was extremely muscular, and his arms were huge. I thought that the t-shirt would rip if he had flexed any one muscle.

He looked at me and smiled. "My name is Richard Hunter, but you can call me Rick." And he stuck out his hand to shake mine.

"My name is Greg. Pleased to meet you, Rick." He shook my hand. "Are you off for the night?"

"Yup, just got off duty. I'm heading back to Austin, but I like to come out here a lot and look around." At that, he removed his t-shirt. He had very well-defined abs, and I got to see (close up, mind you) his upper body. I thought I would passout just from the sight of him. He was hairy: the hair was dense on his chest; only a small stream of hair stretched from his abs down below his belt buckle. Being that he was probably 6'6" in height, I was amazed at the size of his chest. He definitely took care of himself.

I washed my hands, and he asked me where I was heading. "I'm going to Austin to see my boyfriend." Damn! It was too late; I had said it. I thought for sure he was going to attack me.

"Really?" Rick removed his shoes and socks. "That's cool." My nightmare just turned into a dream. "How long have you two been together?"

I stood up to face him, in all his beauty. "About two years. A wonderful two years."

"Nice. Do you love him?" He started undoing his pants. His smile didn't leave his face the entire time he was talking to me.

"Yes, I do. I love him more than life itself." Okay, a cliché, so sue me. I do love him, and that wasn't a lie.

He slid down his pants and took them off. All that he wore now were a pair of green boxers. I was tempted just to touch him, and I did. I don't know why, but I did. My hand moved forward and I touched his chest, and slid slowly down the middle of his chest, feeling the hair pass under my fingers. Before I realize what I had done, the smile left his face.

"Now, wait. I have no problem with you, but I really don't like that kind of stuff. I have a girlfriend, and I really love her." He grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

"I'm sorry, Rick. I didn't mean to upset you. I have to go anyway." And with that I walked out of the bathroom. I got back to my car, my heart pounding in my chest. As I unlocked the door, he ran from the bathroom heading right for me. At this point, he was wearing a tight pair of jogger shorts and a tank top.

He ran up to the car window, which I rolled down. "Greg, don't go, please. I was just nervous, I'm sorry, since I've never done anything with a guy before. My girlfriend and I just broke up a few months ago, and I haven't done anything since then." For the first time, I could see, even through his smile, a sense of nervous fear.

I got out of the car and stood facing him. "It's okay, it really is." At that, he put his arms around me. He hugged me quite tightly, not to a point of pain, but I felt his muscles up against my body. His broad shoulders seemed to help him in his endeavor to hold me. I looked into those blue eyes of his, and was in what felt like a trance.

"I know you have to be in Austin," he said, "and I know you have a boyfriend, but do you think we could do something before you go?"

At this point, his objective was clear to me, and I was more nervous now than ever. I smiled at him. "What do you want?" I asked of him. He smiled once again, and for the first time, he kissed me.

"What do you need?" he succinctly asked in return.

I whispered back, "What do you want to give?" He just smiled. It seemed that's all he ever did -- that smile was lethal, I swear.

He slowly let go of me, and said to me, "You're in charge. What ever you want, I'll do. No questions asked."

This was too good to be true. "No questions? None?"

His hands held firmly onto my shoulders. "None whatsoever. If you want to ask the questions, then you can. I won't ask a single question until it's over."

"And, I'm not going to get taken to jail?"

His grin became wider, and he almost let out a small laugh. "No, of course not. Granted, there are cops out there who would, but I have a newer definition of the phrase 'public servant.' And, I am here now, with you, to serve you." At that, he released me. I got a blanket from my car. I looked at him, and said, "Follow me."

I walked back into the bathroom, and he was right behind me. In a neat stack, his uniform rested. I turned around, leaning on one of the sinks, and faced him. I put my hand on his tank top, just letting it rest there. I slid my hand down into his shorts, purposely placing my hand right over his cock on top of his boxers.

I rubbed up gently on his cock, just letting my hands trace it through his boxers. "That is sure a load," I commented. Oh, I couldn't help it. It excited me just being so close to him. The idea of fucking him excited me, but so did the idea of him fucking me. His smile returned, followed with a "Thanks."

I pulled my hand out, and grabbed his tank top. I moved the right side together with the left side, only to reveal two dark nipples. I started sucking on his right nipple, and he chuckled. It obviously tickled him, but I still didn't stop. I nibbled on his left for a moment. Then I released the top, and slid my hands inside it altogether and moved my hands to feel his back. He just stood there, smiling happily. I laid the blanket on the floor and stood back up. "Take off my clothes."

He did indeed comply, and he was very gentle and patient about the way he did it. He removed my shirt, removed my shoes and socks, and slowly unbuckled my pants, allowing them to slid downward. Of course, through my boxers, my head was already poking out, and I didn't care. He slid my boxers down to the ground, and he looked up -- not at me, but at my cock. He touched my cock, feeling it for the first time. His hands were quite powerful, and that I could tell with his touch.

I couldn't help but say it: "You have one hell of a body. You would excite either male or female, doesn't matter." He started blushing.

I removed his tanktop, and he lifted his arms in compliance. I guided Rick's hands and placed them holding on to the wall of the first stall. My hands slid started at his wrists and slid down his arms and into his armpit hair. He was sweating a little, that was obvious. I didn't mind; after all, he was nervous. My hands continued to glid down his chest, through the hair. Once they reached his shorts, I stopped. I squated down as much as I needed to to give my mouth access to his chest, and I let my toungue have fun licking his hair, licking, sucking, and nibbling on his nipples, whatever I felt like doing. My tongue glided down his happy trail, and I once more stopped when I got to his shorts.

I unbuttoned his shorts and, unzipping them, reached in his boxers and pulled out his cock. I refused to remove his clothes completely. It adds more excitement for me. I told him to sit down, which he did. Once I got into position, I went down on him. My hands explored his chest, rubbing against all his hair. He moaned softly as I deep-throated him. It wasn't as easy as it sounds. His cock must have been an easy ten inches long and at least three in girth. I was choking, but I didn't care. I just kept going down on him for about thirty minutes before he finally moaned that deep moan, and I knew he was getting close.

I sat in his lap and put my arms around him. He put his arms around me as well, and I positioned myself right on to his cock. I gave the order: "Fuck me, and fuck me now." I leaned back just as he jammed his cock up my ass. The one thing I neglected to bring was lubricant, so it hurt like hell, but I was used to it anyway. My reflexes were working overtime: my head jerked back, and I moaned. "Are you okay?" he asked sincerely. "No questions," I answered back, "and just keep doing what you are doing." He pulled me closer and pushed me away.

"Deeper," I commanded. This guy was probably the best fucker I had ever had. The pain subsided slowly as he continued to make his way into my body. He pushed deeper and deeper into me. He kissed me on my neck. I moaned again at feeling his cock throb inside of me. He held on to me, his cock pulling out and pushing in. For about thirty minutes, he continued to fuck me, then he started shivering. He asked me if I wanted him to cum in me, and I, of course, pleaded for him to do so. I felt his cock pulse and throb, then his load emptied into my body. It was hot and nice. But, he still didn't stop. He continued to shoot his load inside my body, so to the point where it started dripping out of my ass.

Though he was "finished," from what I thought, he kept pulling out and pushing in, jerking my body for another hour at least. By the time he was ready to cum again, I ordered him to cum on my face. He pulled his dick from my ass, and started jacking off. He was getting closer, and I was dying in anticipation. Finally, after another ten minutes, he cam again -- for the second time, an even heavier load this time around. I tried to take as much of it that I could, but even that was too much for me. As I swallowed the cum, he kept cumming on my chest and my face. There was no part of my face that was not covered in cum. Still jacking off and releasing his cum, he finally finished after a good two minutes. I was covered with his hot cum and he collapsed, exhausted next to me.

He was panting as if he was out of breath. I would be too after that. He rolled over and extended his arms above his head. I grabbed a corner of the blanket and started wiping my face. As I did so, I heard him say, "Greg, I apologize. I didn't mean to do that to you." He said it so apologetically, that I felt bad. He didn't understand how much I had enjoyed that. So, I made it known to him. "Rick, you are by far the I've best lover I've ever had. Don't apologize; that was great. But, damn, boy, that is a lot of cum." He smiled and blushed at the same time.

It was already dark outside and only the lights of the bathroom were on. We just sat there, and he obviously did not know what to say. So, I just took control again. As if I had ever lost it to begin with. I stood up and spread my legs about shoulder width. "Suck it," I commanded. He got on his knees, and with his mouth, he enveloped the head of my cock. I leaned my head back. I grabbed his head and slowly guided his mouth. It felt so good what he was doing. For a beginner, he wasn't far from excellent. He moved back and forth, and I finally let my head fall forward, and he looked up as I looked down. Our eyes connected but for a moment, until I closed my eyes due to the stress I was taking.

I tried to force my cock as far down his throat as I could, and unbelievably, he took all of it. My hands held tightly onto his shoulders as I pulled out, only to push right back in. It was ecstatic: he knew where to go, what to do. And he did it well. He was doing a fantastic job on my extremely stiff cock, and he knew it. After about an hour, I finally felt the intensity in my balls building as they started to tingle uncontrollably. I had no choice but to push him away. I wanted to cum in him, up his ass not down his throat. He got the impression, though, and I was pleased. What he did next surprised me: he positioned himself on his hands and knees, looking away from me. I was quite impressed.

I stood behind him, and shoved my cock up his ass, now. I let my hands slide up his extremely built, extremely hairy legs. I slid my dickup his ass, which wasn't quite as easy as it may sound. "Fuck, you're tight!" He winced at the pain; he wasn't used to this, so I was gentle. I kept pushing my shaft up his ass, and he tensed even more while simultaneously moaning. His face winced as the pain grew, but I knew he could handle it. I pulled out and pushed back in. He lifted himself up on to his elbows, just to watch what I was doing. As I pushed in deeper this time, his head fell back and he moaned. I was getting ready to stop when he said, "That feels so good. Keep going, please!" I started going a little faster. His nipples were as hard as they could be, and I gently squeezed both of them. I continued to rub his chest, allowing my hands to explore all the hair.

I pushed harder and deeper, and he pleaded with me to stop, and I complied. To fuck him was one thing, but to hurt him was another. And the later, I could not do in good conscience. I pulled out of him and sat down on the blanket. He was breathing harder now, and he turned around and sat down on top of my dick. My dick went in so fast, I could not help but moan loudly. Had anyone been in the area, they would have heard. He bounced on top of me, moving my dick in and out. After thirty minutes of this new action, I felt my balls tingle once again. He pumped me for what seemed an eternity. My balls exploded, and I finally shot my load into his tight ass. He moaned as I moaned. I was finished, but he wasn't. He kept pumping me for the next five minutes. He still didn't stop. He kept pumping me, just moving me in and out. Another thirty minutes elapsed, and I exploded another full load up his ass. I fell forward on to his body exhausted, now more than ever. My cock grew limp. He finally got up off my cock, and it easily slipped out.

Rick asked, "Do you think you can handle one more load?" I just looked at him. "Whatever for?" "I want to taste your cum in my mouth," was all he said. His eyes put me into another trance. I nodded, but I really don't think I nor he was aware of what he was asking. I leaned back on my elbows, and his mouth once more enveloped my cock.

I was not prepared for the onslaught that he was about to give me. He didn't let go of my cock for almost two hours, not even once. He pumped me harder than he had while I was fucking him. He went down on me for so long, I thought I really would die of a heart attack. He really did want me to cum, and apparently he was desperate. I lost all track of time past this point. All I know is that what he was doing to me felt beyond awesome. All I cared about was pleasing him. If he wanted me to cum, I would, and nothing could stop me. He pumped for God knows how long, and all of a sudden, with my balls tingling as they do, my cock started throbbing as another load of cum exploded right into his mouth. I shivered as it came out. He couldn't contain all of it, and it began to drip out of his mouth and down his chest. I moaned, almost wanting to cry; never in my life had I ever had this good of a time, nor did it ever feel this good.

He smiled at me when I was truly finished. "There," he started, "you can't say that I never sucked you dry." Though panting, and nearly hoarse, I commented anyway. "Dry? I won't be able to cum for the next month!"

"I hope what you said wasn't true. Because, I sure hope to see you in less than a month." At that, he carried me back into the bathroom, and I got dressed. My entire body ached, as I am sure his did too. He hugged me and gave me a rather long kiss. We got our clothes on again, and headed out for our cars. I grabbed my blanket, and he grabbed his uniform.

As I was getting ready to get into my car, Rick ran up to me. I had figured he would never want to see me again, considering what had just happened. He handed me a single sheet of paper, upon which he wrote "Call me sometime and we can get together." followed by his cell phone number. I looked up at him, and said, "That's a promise, and a date!"

I left him at the picnic area, almost seven hours after I first arrived. The name "Richard Hunter" played through my mind all the night as I recalled the wonderful events that took place during the day.

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written by legacy