"Cop Tales."
Chapter 7
I never wanted to marry the bitch in the first place. But she offered up that pussy and what man like myself could refuse. Hell, free pussy is free pussy, right? I mean I was just having fun with the bitch till I was hit with a sludge hammer. I guess the big mistake was riding raw and worrying about the possible consequences later. But God dam, does going raw feel so fucking good. I know now in hindsight I should have asked if she was on the pill. I married her partly because her brother was a cop and I worried he might threaten my life if I didn't do the right thing. Looking back, I should have never caved.
We had our redneck wedding in a working barn with cows mooing in the back ground. (Money never came easy for me.) At least her cop brother paid for a nice reception hall and open bar. I planned and succeeded in getting as drunk as fucking possible. My new wife was swelled up with the kid showing already and had cut off the snatch weeks ago. Depressed as fuck with the whole situation, I wanted nothing more than to drown my sorrows with booze.
All my low-class friends were there, dressed up like monkeys in a circus. Hooping and a hollering as the evening went on and the liquor flowed. The new wife was already pissed at me for drinking too much. (Like that was something new for me from her.) By the time we cut the cake, I didn't give a fuck about much. Man, she really got her panties in a twist when I shoved that first piece of cake in her face. I knew right away it was going to be a cold night sleeping in the back bedroom by myself. And the only relief my nuts were going to get was from five finger rosy.
With drinking comes pissing and my bladder was about to bust when I made my way to the bathroom. High fiving attendees on my way and staggering a few times, I bounced from wall to wall walking down the narrow corridor to the men's room. When I almost pushed open the lady's bathroom door by mistake, my new brother-in-law swooped in like superman from behind.
"Easy their bro," was heard in my ear as he gripped my shoulders and then redirected me. "That would be a disaster if you went in there my man," he said as he helped me open the right door. Once inside, he helped steady my walk and lead me to the urinals. He placed me in the one next to the wall and once I was in the right spot, he asked,
"You need help unzipping your fly dude?'
"Nah, I think I got it," I remembered saying as I fumbled trying to get it down. "But I could use some help aiming my stream," I laughed realizing we were alone.
"You're so full of shit man," he answered back with a smile as he lined himself up with the one beside me.
Still struggling to get my zipper all the way down because of that fucking cummerbund, I could hear him let go with a hardy sounding stream. Looking over at me and then casting his eyes downward, he asked again if I needed help?
"Dude, if I let you do that, it's got to be our secret," I answered as I then almost fell backwards.
He rushed to grab me with his pecker hanging out of his suit pants and placed me against the wall. "Let me finish up and I'll give you a hand."
When he was done and zipped back up, he put his arm under my left armpit and together we both approached the urinal again.
"Great way to get to know my new brother aint it," he said softly as I felt his fingers at my zipper. "Dude, I'm super embarrassed," I remembered saying to him as he opened my fly and proceeded to fish his fingers thru to my boxer flap. "Ah, I think I can do this now," I said to him but he continued to dig deep. I grunted when I felt his cold fingers find the end of my cock and bring it into the light. Holding me up still, he softly said, "Go ahead and let it rip. I got you man."
Once my flow started, I pissed like a racehorse. He kept a steady hold of my equipment and moved his head alongside mine. I swear he sniffed at my head and reinforced that thought when he commented on my aftershave. "You smell good dude," he offered as my stream began to ebb.
He shook off the last drips of piss, but hesitated before putting my junk back in place. I suddenly felt what seemed like him slowly jacking my limp cock. Now I gotta tell you fellows, I usually have a hair trigger as it is, but going so long without any relief, my cock had a mind of its own and began to swell fast.
"Fuck man, my sister doesn't know how lucky she is with that big hammer your packing," he whispered ever so softly. I felt his fingers trace the crown of my cock head as I grew bigger and bigger.
"Yeah, I got a big one," I answered now with no fear. "And if you keep doing that, you're going to have finish what you started," I said as I turned my head and gave him the dead eye.
"Not the best place for a cop and his new brother-in-law to do this at, is it" he said as he started to put my junk back inside my pants. "Hopefully, your too drunk to remember any of this tomorrow," was followed by a pat on my now zipped zipper.
"You know she's cut me off already," I slurred as he then rubbed my stomach in a comforting fashion. "I sure could use some help with keeping my pipes cleaned out," know what I mean," I asked as he stepped aside? "No one's in here dude, come on man, finish me off," I yelled as he stepped to the sinks. Pissed now that he wouldn't follow thru, I yelled, "Fucking Homo," at him.
That really got under his skin as he ran back to me and got right in my face. "You fucking low life white trash asshole. Don't you ever call me something like again. You got that? I was just trying to help you out asshole. And this is the thanks I get?"
When I looked at the floor and said I was sorry, he backed away. To add insult to injury, he gripped my shaft thru my pants and jerked on me some more before he walked away. One more time I begged him, "Please man."
"There's no chance in hell now," he answered back as I heard the water running. "Besides, you're my sister's husband. I can't be fucking around with the groom on his wedding day. I'll take you back in a minute but first we need to wait a bit for your cock to soften up," he spoke as he rolled out some towels to dry his hands. Walking back over to me, he smiled as he looked down at my crotch. "You're bulging out like a god dam teenager at prom," left his lips as he gripped my cock again felt me up.
"Dude your fucking killing me. I need this so fucking bad," I begged him as we stood looking in each other's eyes. Shaking his head no, he reminded me it was my wedding night.
He then led me back into the reception hall and dumped my ass back at the head table. The rest of the party was even more of a blur then before. I ended up passing out and had to be poured into a car at the end of the night. Of course, I didn't get any pussy on my wedding night or the weeks that followed. The next day I questioned if what happened in the bathroom really happened. My head pounded so badly I swore I was making it all up. I mean he was a fucking cop for Christ's sake.
There after I was constantly on the bone and begged my wife for pussy. I had no problem riding the camel hump I told her over and over but to no avail. It got to the point where the ugly chick down at the Mini-mart who flirted with my constantly was staring to look good. I didn't want to fuck around on my new wife with another chick, but a man's go needs. Now that we were married, she was even more of a bitch then before. I worked long hours as a mechanic to provide for us but also to get away from the constant bitching. Even coming home with grease under my finger nails was an argument. I mean I am a fucking mechanic, hello. While my clothes were always greasy, my wife was rusted shut from the waist down.
It was about two months after the wedding that a baby shower was thrown for her. The wife was about to pop and her family and friends finally gave her a party. I was fucking happy as shit to receive all the goodies that come from one of those affairs. It meant less money out of my pocket for necessities. Some of the husbands showed up with their wifies and I was happy to see my brother-in-law make an appearance also. It was the first time we had had contact since the wedding.
As usual at such things, all the guys ended up outside with me looking at the hot rod was I rebuilding. I had plenty of beer in the cooler and the good times started rolling quickly. My new bro acted like nothing had ever happened between us both as we all joked and talked shit as guys in a pack do. I really started to wonder if I was off my fucking rocker. But to test him, I kept him plied with a fresh beer each time I saw he was low. Otherwise, things were normal and everybody was having a good time.
It started getting late and everybody slowly walked away when their wives yelled their names out the back door. At some point it was down to just him and I. He helped me clean up the empties as I bullshitted sports to him. I couldn't help but notice his firm looking ass in those tight pants he wore. I'm not usually a "dudes ass looking kind of man." But desperate times call for desperate measures. He was defiantly not a doughnut eating cop type. Tall, good looking and he filled out his tee-shirt nicely, I figured I could do a whole lot worse. My balls were bloated and my cock head was itching when I jumped off the deep end. With liquid courage to back me up, I made a big splash.
"Dude, your sister is a fucking bitch. I haven't had any pussy off her since way before the wedding. She doesn't understand a guy like me has needs bro, know what I mean," I said as I adjusted my junk? "See the hand here, that's the only relief I'm getting."
"Yeah, I don't know why you went thru with the wedding," he said as he watched my every move. "I could have told you how she was if you had just asked me."
"Your still single, no girlfriend, am I right," I then asked him?
"Yeah, no girl yet. Kind of hard to connect with anybody when you work the evening shift."
"You're better off not having to put up with their bullshit anyways. So really, you're like me. Pealing your banana all by yourself," I laughed.
He saw the humor in my words as I continued to drink from my beer bottle as I gripped my crotch. "Dude, by the way, I forgot to thank you for your help in the bathroom," I tossed out hoping I wasn't delusional.
"Ah, no problem," he answered back suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "You remember that," he then asked with a worried tone in his voice. Bingo, I knew I wasn't crazy now as a grin formed on my face. "Bits and pieces," I answered as he tried to change the conversation by asking about my job. I answered his question but quickly steered the conversation back to the bathroom. "I remember you fishing out my junk and holding my pecker as I pissed," I told him as I pulled my tee-shirt off. I had to bate my hook with a worm and I saw his immediate reaction was favorable. "Aint too many dudes would go that extra mile for their new brother-in-law like that," I said as I wiped my chest with my shirt.
"Part of my job is helping out the public," he threw back at me grinning but also squirming in his seat.
"I also remember the other stuff we did. And I want you to know I'm cool with everything. Your secret is safe with me," I told him hoping to get some much-needed relief. "And the homo shit was way out of line. I truly apologize for that. I was just pissed you left me hanging like that."
"I've been called a whole lot worse," he said as I grabbed another beer for him. "No worries about all that," he offered as he took another cold brew.
I watched his eyes study my hairy chest and take a glance of my crotch when he thought he was being sly. There were a few minutes of very awkward silence before I tried again. "I remember you had me going big time fucker," I offered hoping to ease his nerves. "Shit I honestly ant got no problem if you're a cock hound. I fucked around with some buddies when I was in high school. I get the whole attraction thing."
"Fucking around with a dude is easy, no fucking drama like with a bitch. I know how tuff it must be being a cop and wanting to get some dick action. I get it bro. The macho attitude and military like training makes you fear for your career if someone finds out. Which makes me think this could be the perfect arrangement for you and me. I need my nuts dumped in the worst way and you could use a cock now and then to hang off of I figure. What you think brother? Sounds like a good opportunity for the both of us?"
He squirmed and him hawed but I knew I had him nailed to the cross. His nervousness did him in and I quickly seized on it. "Bro, it will be our secret. Clam your nerves and think this thru," I offered as I undid the top snap of my jeans. "I got sludge thick as molasses in my nuts and a hair trigger cock right now," I confessed as I slide my zipper half way down. "Just this once," I pleaded. "You wrap them lips around my cock and I'll nut you in two seconds flat, I swear. Admit it, you're dying to taste me aren't you," I asked?
With his head bowed down, he nodded ever so slightly with a yes motion. No words were spoken but we understood each other totally. I'd broken him and I didn't hesitate to pounce. "Come on man, follow me into the corn field," I asked as I stepped towards it. I had already made a makeshift piss spot in the tall corn I used instead of going into the house. Owned by the local farmer, his field backed up to our rental. Twenty feet in, I had flatted a small area that was well hidden from the house or any prying eyes. As the dead stalks cracked and popped under my booted feet, I heard him following behind me. My worm was jumping inside my underwear like crazy knowing I had a fish on the hook.
Dudes, by the time I took a quick piss, he was on his knees in front of me like a loyal dog. I watched as then undid his pants, spread them open and displayed his half hard cock. Nice looking pecker on the shithead but mine was bigger and that made me smile. His eyes and concentration were totally focused on my pecker as it bobbed around in front of his face. After pushing my pants and underwear down lower on my hips, his hand went up under my heavy nuts. I was almost rock hard when he fondled my marbles in their sack. "Fucking big ass nuts too," I heard him mumble as he licked the root of my shaft.
"No playing around here this time dude," I barked. "Just get them pretty lips of your wrapped around my cock. You can get to know him better another time," I instructed as I stared down at him. "And get ready to swallow fast," I warned him as his sweet feeling tongue rake across the crown of my pecker.
Man, I could tell it wasn't his first time playing the skin flute. His mouth was so warm and inviting. He was attempting to deep throat me almost instantly. I took off bucking his head, using his throat as a pussy. When I pulled back to allow him to breath, I knew I had to be oozing slime like a mother fucker. Because his tongue kept swabbing my piss slit. Moan after moan left his mouth as his tastebuds savored a real man's leakage. The tingle of his spiky crewcut only heighted my lust as I pulled his head tighter and tighter against my cotch. Looking down, none of my shaft was now visible as his noise touched my thick bush.
"Dude, dude, fuck, fuck I'm going to nut," I moaned out as I thrusted my hips faster and closed my eyes. Instantly I felt the much-needed relief I begged for surg up my shaft and squirt into the depths of his throat. Three/four solid contractions left the bottom of my nuts and burst out the tip of my cock with amazing force. You know how you can feel that thick curdled cum go up your tube when you haven't nutted in a while? Well, that was the intense feeling I was experiencing. I grunted uncontrollable confirming each shot I delivered to the back of his throat as I thrusted my hips up in unison. The heels of my boots were off the ground as I stood tippy toed. He tried to pull up but I wasn't having it until I totally got my nut.
"Dude, just swallow," I begged in a lust filled voice thru gritted teeth as I tried to enjoy every second of this. He snorted and chocked for a second as he tried to catch his breath as I held him steady. I then felt his throat contract as he swallowed my scum as fast as I delivered it. I could even feel my ball sack contracted up and down against his chin.
With a final grunt, my balls had emptied over two weeks' worth of sludge. That dull blue balls ache was finally gone and I was on an incredible high. As I released his head, his tongue ran the length of my shaft and then concentrated on my head. I rapidly shrunk down as he swabbed my shaft clean. Finally pulling off after I complained I was too sensitive for anymore stimulation; he sat back on his haunches wiping his lips clean. White cum ran down his upper lip as my sludge dripped from his nostrils. I watched as I saw his tongue ran over his gums and traced the inside of his closed mouth. It looked like a dog who had just eaten peanut butter and was trying to lick clean his mouth of any reunites.
"Bro, that's weeks' worth of crud you just swallowed," I said to him breathing heavy still. "You got all the protein you'll need for this month in that one shot," I bragged. "God fucking dam you suck cock better than your sister fucker. You need to give her some lessons," I complimented him as I rubbed his head affectionally. I then stepped back slightly and started pulling my pants back up.
"Mother fucker, you shot your load all over my fucking pants leg dude," I barked at him when I saw the residue from his own nuts. It was an instant mood killer for me. Shaking my leg like that slimy shit would just fly off, I shook my head with disgust. "Dude, I don't mind you getting you gun while you're blowing me. But God dam, shot that shit someplace else," I barked at him. "I aint into that homo kind of shit bro. Come on man think first," I blasted him with as I pointed at my head.
He reached his fingers over and started removing the large clumps and wiping them on his still open boxers. It took several attempts before it was all gone but the wet spots still showed. "Bro, you gotta be more careful about shit like this. What if your sister saw that stuff if I missed seeing it," I guilted him with? "That would have meant no more cock for you to play with from me."
"Your right," he answered in a humbling voice. "I just couldn't help not jerking off," he answered as he started putting his junk away. "I'll do better next time, I promise," he offered. Hoping I guess to flip my mood he offered, "Fuck man, you're cum tastes amazing. Its potent as hell. My whole mouth is coated with that thick slimy stuff."
It was a super uplifting feeling hearing another dude brag about the taste of your scum. I was quickly flattered beyond belief. "Well, you defiantly know already I can make kids with that baby batter," I gloated to him as I zipped up and rocked my hips back and forth in a fuck motion. It was then I heard the old lady yell for me with a tone I knew I'd better respond to quickly. "I'll be right there," I screamed loudly, as I offered him a hand to stand.
"I'll go out first, then you follow in a bit," I said to him as I patted his back as he finished hitching up his pants. "Thanks man, you don't know how bad I needed that," I told him. "Now we just need to figure out how you can do that for me more often," I said before I walked away. Once outside the corn I let go with a loud shout of euphoria and couldn't resist jumping up off the ground like a wild man. Looking at my raised right hand I spoke, "You've been replaced mother fucker," as grabbed my tee-shirt and pulled it back on.
Inside the house again, we both acted like nothing had happened. Which is exactly what a man like me expects from the dude that just serviced him. When the wife left us alone for a few minutes, I gripped my cotch and shook it at him and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Walking over to him I whispered, "I want some more of that already," just before the wife reentered the room.
For a man who was somewhat of a stranger around here before, he now started showing up on the weekends a lot after that. I would instantly lead him outback when he arrived much to the wife's dismay. "We're got work to do on my car," I'd bark at her when she complained he wasn't spending much time with her. I don't know if she ever noticed my shitty attitude had changed since that baby shower. But now that my brother-in-law was servicing me regularly, I was a changed man. He fucking loved slobbering on my crank and drinking my offerings. Totally unlike the wife, he apricated me. Which is all any man wants out of life. I wouldn't even attempt to jack off anymore knowing he would be around at some point. Like a starving stay animal that you feed once, he kept coming back for more.
I was rewarded with the opportunity to be serviced by him in uniform one Sunday morning while the wife was at church. The wife had shot out the baby by now but our sex life was still nonexistent. I texted him often when she left the house hoping we could connect. Most times it didn't work out because of his work hours. But this day on a whim, when I dropped a large purple eggplant in my text to him, (our code symbol for sex without using words) he responded back he was available for a quickie.
Shit, I was over the moon when he showed up shortly thereafter in a patrol car looking all official looking. I hadn't showered yet or even brushed my teeth. With bedhead and a couple days growth, I was the poster boy for Sunday laziness. Hell, I was still running around in my just my jockeys when I answered the door. But the great thing about fucking around with another dude was, he didn't give a fuck what I looked like.
I quickly peeled off my underwear and kicked back on the sofa and spread my legs wide. "Lunch is ready dude, "I said in a sarcastic tone as I waved him over adding a chuckle at the end. "Nothing on the uniform buddy," he said as he got down between my legs. "I'm headed in for overtime so I can't go back home to change." Within seconds he munching on my nut sack. "God dam your fucking hungry this morning," I moaned at him as he paid the needed attention my junk begged for. My cock knew him oh so well by now and stiffened up in anticipation. Kicked back with my hands behind my head, I watched as this uniform cop started sucking on my crank. It was every fucking blue collar man's dream!
He was squeaky clean and in a crisp starched uniform as I rubbed his head. The fresh smell of soap and deodorant filled my noise as I glared down at him. I was so into him at this point, I flexed my toes up and wide as he worked the crown of my cock head. "God dam bro, you just get better and better at this," I complemented him as my cum was close to climbing up my tube. I spread my legs wider and arched my hips up off the couch as I prepared to it rip. When I belched up a good heavy load for him, he gobbled it down like he was starved.
After swabbing my junk clean, I followed him to the bathroom still naked. That ass of his sure looked good in that dark blue uniform. While he positioned himself at the sink, I traced his butt crack as I made my way to the hopper. As I pissed in the bowl, I watched him splash water on lower face and then drink some and rinse out his mouth. "Great way to start a long shift," he said to me as he dried his face and looked my way smiling.
"Dude, you ever thought about us trying to make some kids together," I threw at him as he watched me shake off my limp snake? "It's the natural step forward for two guys like us who know each other as well as we do," I offered. "That tight uniform makes your ass look awful inviting."
"Yeah sure, I've thought about it," he answered as he put the towel back in place. "I mean who wouldn't want to bed down with you," he said smiling.
"Sucking me off regularly is fucking great, but that gets kind of dull after a while," I said as I folded my arms and stared at him. "We've settled into a regular thing like an old married couple pretty quickly. I drop my pants, you suck my dick, boom, it's over. I say we spice things up between us. I was always more of a man who likes to fuck. I love to thump my hips against pussy and ride it like a cowboy in a saddle," I bragged. "I wanta ride your ass the same way," I thew at him as I gyrated my hips.
He resisted at first complaining that anal would contribute more to his feelings of betrayal to his sister. I mean he's fucking fine with bobbing on my shaft all the time and drinking my jiz. But moving our thing to me riding his butt was somehow different? He left that day with the answer I wanted still unsettled.
The more I thought about it, the more fucking pissed I got. I was bound and determined to crack that pucker of his now in the worse way. What's the old saying, "You want what you can't have." Asshole can drink my fucking sludge but doesn't want it direct deposited in his guts from the other end? Oh, hell fucking no.
Come Saturday when he came over, he made a bee line to my car barn. I'd texted the eggplant emoji earlier and let him knew we had the place to ourselves all afternoon. "You can chow down on me a couple times," I also wrote also. I warned him as always to delete my text right after reading it. My wife was a jealous bitch whom I never knew might read my texts. Of course, she was always accusing me of cheating with another woman now that I didn't hound her for pussy. If she only knew the other woman was her cop brother.
I think he knew right away something was off. I wasn't in a hurry to drop my pants like I usually did when he arrived. I continued to tinker with my car engine as he stood waiting. Finally, I stood, wiped my greasy hands, and dropped the bomb. "The old lady's gone all day and I say it's the perfect opportunity for us to start knocking boots together."
I gave him a moment to let it sink in before I pleaded my case again. His body language and pissed off attitude set me off.
"Dude, I'm fucking grateful I have you to on your knees all the time for me," I scolded him with my hands on my hips. "But I need more and this is the perfect time for us to advance the next level. She's gone and we have the whole house to ourselves. This won't happen often for us. The wheels are perfectly aligned today for this to happen. We can both get naked and I get to show you how I fuck. You want to know how that feels don't you?
He was stubborn as an old mule at first. But when I denied him the chance to blow me that day, he really got pissed.
"No nookie, no suckie for you," I barked at him as I acted like a selfish brat. I sat down in my folding chair and drank three beers as he begged me to let him behind my zipper.
"Come on man, let me blow you and I'll think about us doing it another time," he offered as a compromise.
Ahh, it was so nice to have a dude like him who represents Law Enforcement begging for my worm. Scratching my nuts just to reinforce my dominance here, I refused his offering.
"I wanta fuck bro. That's my final offer. You give me that sweet looking ass of yours and I promise you'll love my dick inside of you. You can't get knocked up dude, what's the difference in anal verses a blowjob? You're still taking my nut."
Within a half hour, I'd cracked his tight ass. There was no need for kissing or cuddling with him. We both knew what we wanted and went for it. We found ourselves in our bedroom, naked as a jay bird and I was poking my hard cock against his pucker. "Open up bitch," I grunted in his ear as I bit it lightly. "I lubed you up good, you can handle this." A few minutes later and his insides were coated with my special sauce. Man, he was fucking tight as a vise. Tighter than the old lady's pussy ever was.
When I got back from the bathroom after taking a piss, I sat on the bed beside him. I could tell he was still kind of struggling with the idea of us fucking in his sister's bed. I ran my hand over his sweaty back and reaffirmed the pleasure he'd given me.
"Bro, just relax. It's done now. We crossed that bridge. It was so fucking good for me. I wanta do this more then you polishing my knob. How about for you," I asked? He raised his head up slightly and looked at me. "I agree. It was amazing," he reluctantly said as I grinned ear to ear.
I ended up using my carpenter skills to fashion us a slanted wooden bench/sawhorse type mechanism to fuck on. Placing that bitch in the cornfield cubby hole was the perfect place for me to drill this shit out of his ass for the rest summer. All he had to do was drop his pants down low and I'd mount him laying there with his beautiful butt up in the air for me. I smeared black grease all over it to help camouflage it in case anybody drifted back here. It looked like something I'd use for working on a car. To my wife it was an engine pulling ramp as she questioned me as I build it. The lube we needed was kept close by in a hole I dug. The black grease he always had afterwards on the front of his tee-shirt was his to explain.
I sired another kid with that bitch before we finally divorced. The one time she let me fuck here and I knocked her up again. Go figure with my strong swimmers. I'm thankful for him keeping my nuts drained so I didn't pop out anymore with her. Now, stud boy is back in the dating pool. You better watch out girls. Hopefully I can find a good woman next time. But I know I can always count on him when I get a wild hair up my ass and need some nookie. Which happens to be a lot I'm finding out.
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