I have always been a night person. When the sun goes down, I come alive! I have never fit into the daytime hours most people know and take for granted. Even as a kid I couldn't stand to get up early to go to school. If it wasn't for my mom dragging my sleepy ass out of bed, I would of never graduated. I' m just one of those guys who are programmed different then the 9 to 5 set. So that's one reason why I love patrolling the highways late at night. I know all you other night shift workers out there reading this tale understand what I 'm talking about We never fit in with all our friends or families day time schedules. I know they talk about me, think I'm a lazy ass because I sleep till noon or later. I can't count how many times I've been awakened by a phone call that starts with, "You're still asleep?" I'd like to see how bad their ass's dragged if they did have to stay up all night for just a month! And to all you dick heads that mow your grass at 7 am when you know you have a nightshift worker close by, shame on you! How would you like it if I mowed my grass at midnight? Oh and trust me, I have thought about doing it! This week has been especially long and the days seem to blur together. I'm tired and my ass is dragging tonight. The rain is coming down in buckets as my wipers move at a fast pace across the windshield. Working the whole weekend on overtime sure helps pay the bills, but it sucks getting caught up on your rest. Not to mention killing your social life. Hell what am I talking about, what social life! The only people I know anymore are my fellow police officers and the workers at the local fast food drive-thru windows. Yeah, I'll admit I'm a loner, lone wolf as they say. But sometimes the darkness and the quiet of the night make me lonely. I think maybe at times I use this shift to hid out and not face the reality of my desires for other men. It's much easier to turn down a "Fix-up" date with a women when you work evening shift. Add in overtime and it's a sure fire excuse! During the day when I run around to the bank and store, it's always packed with moms doing their shopping. Not many opportunities to connect with a hot looking guy for some quick sex. Well, if you add in the young grocery clerk that bags my grocery that's one opportunity. But I want sex with a man, not with a pup that's still wet behind the ears.
Guess that brings up the question about my sex life. What sex life I answer! If it weren't for my fist and an occasional lucky connection with an anonymous guy on patrol, there wouldn't be any! Doesn't anyone out there want to bang a state Trooper I continually ask myself? The random connections I mentioned make a man more desperate sometimes for sex. It causes him to think with his trouser head instead of the one between his shoulders. I have risked my career a couple times just to get off with another guy when the opportunity strikes. Now don't get me wrong fellows, I love my fucking job. I was born to be police officer; it's all I ever dreamed of as a kid. I wouldn't put my career on the line if I weren't desperate. Can you tell I'm tired and cranky tonight? Here I go again over analyzing things and worrying after the fact. I dream of taking a long fishing trip down to Florida as I drop my cruiser in gear and head out of the parking lot after eating another greasy cheeseburger. Tonight turns out to be quiet and I can rest my mind some as I ride around looking for trouble. The rain has eased up, but there is still a damp chill in the air. Wearing an orange slicker doesn't stop your boots and socks from getting wet when you pull a vehicle over. I can smell the damp leather smell coming up from my feet as I head for the station. At 2:30 AM I'm finished my paper work and filing my reports at the barracks. I yawn big time and head for the locker room. At this time of night it's quiet in the shower and locker area as I unlace my wet boots. As I peal off my damp socks my feet smell musty and look pruned. I decide to get changed and ware civilian cloths home. I usually don't change and opt to ride home in uniform. But tonight I'm still kind
of hungry and could use some coffee to warm my insides. Going into a diner this late at night in uniform just causes me to be noticed more then ever and I'm expected to be on. Even in civvies, I still have " The look" of an officer. But at least when I'm out of uniform it can be confuse with being in the military. In civilian cloths I can blend in and enjoy the quiet. No worries about hearing, "Excuse me officer," as I'm just getting my plate of food. I hear the locker room door open, as I'm about to drop my pants and notice a
fellow patrol officer pass behind me. He shouts a Hello to me as he disappears behind the cinder block wall that separates the lockers from the shower and bathroom section. He's the newly married officer that joined our barracks recently. I have always thought he was masculine and good-looking. The type that makes my balls draw tighter whenever I see him. As I remove my uniform shirt we shout back and forth to each other about the nights happenings. It's oblivious from the sound that is echoing from the bathroom area he is taking a piss. I'm standing with my pants open and pulling my white tee shirt over my head as he rounds the corner zipping his pants on the move. He stops and adjusts his crotch as we continue to talk. I can smell stale coffee breath coming from him as he rambles on about this "pullover" he had tonight. I can see him taking inventory of the front of my open pants as men do sometimes as we continue to talk. I turn sideways and drop my pants and step out of them and hang them on the hook inside my locker. Standing in just my white jockey shorts I adjust myself absent-mindedly as I turn and continue to respond to his conversation. I can see his eyes taking full inventory of my whole body and I enjoy the attention. He comments on how much he likes my tattoo on my upper right bicep as he reaches over and grips my upper arm looking at the design closely. He pats my shoulder as he says he better get home to the wife that's waiting up and disappears out the door he came in. Hearing him take a piss, puts in my mind I need to also. Not feeling the least bit self-conscious with no one around I walk for the urinals in my underwear. The cold floor tiles feel extra cold on my damp feet tonight. As I get close to the white porcine urinals I pull my elastic waistband down under my balls. As I step closer I can see one piss collector that has yellow piss in the bottom of the bowel. Like a magnet it pulls me towards that one. I can smell a strong odor of fresh urine as I approach. Like a bloodhound I take in the aroma and instantly begin to horn up. I know this is the one that my fellow officer just used and didn't bother to flush. I can still see the suds his strong stream has made floating on top. I feel extremely close to him looking down at his piss puddle and smelling his scent. Like an aphrodisiac it awakens something prime-evil as my nostrils flare and it makes me crazy with lust. I' m tempted to dip my cock head in the yellow water just to know inside I have done that with him. Where that idea suddenly comes from, I have no idea. But, I want to badly! Shaking my head I quickly come back to earth and concentrate on trying to piss through my half hard cock. As I let my piss begin to flow, I close my eyes and envision him standing here with me. I am satisfied to know at least our piss has mixed together as I look down. Reluctantly I hit the flush value and walk away wondering if I should have followed through on my
kinky thoughts. Dam my shorts are tented as I walk back. After pulling on a pair of old jeans I keep in my locker, a pair of dry socks are next. Stepping back into my cold damp boots, I can't wait to get home and remove them for the night. Tucking my white tee shirt in my jeans I grab my duffle bag and head for my patrol car. Waving goodbye to the few people that are in the building, I breathe in deeply the cool night air as I cross the parking lot. Getting in the patrol car and closing the door I can't help but rub my crotch and relive the urinal event. Pulling my seatbelt on I take a deep breath and start the car. As I merge back onto the interstate I patrol, I head for the place that has the best coffee around. It's a ten-minute drive and before I know it I'm on the off ramp headed for the old sliver diner. At one time it was a busy place catering to the truckers that traveled the old interstate. But when the new stretch of road was put in, it was bypassed. Now only a few locals and the occasional truck driver stop. If it wasn't for the good food and coffee, it would have closed long ago. As I approach the old neon advertising sign flickers as the colored tubes try to light. The dim parking lot lights show only a few cars parked in front of the eatery. Pulling into the large gravel trucker's parking lot, I see three large rigs and two travel trailers parked near the old trucker shower and changing building. It is separate from the dinner but still connected by a long covered walkway. If you didn't know it was a restroom/shower felicity, you'd swear it was an old abandoned corrugated steel building. Trying to avoid being seen outright, I park the patrol car along side the old building farthest from the dinner's windows. With no lights on this side of the building, I get out of my car in complete darkness. As I pass the old entrance to the shower room, a bare watt bulb hangs from a long power line above me. I'm amazed that in the rain it doesn't short out and still provides a sliver of dim light around the entrance door. The bathroom/shower room sounds quiet and appears empty as I step under the covered walkway leading to the diner entrance. Entering the diner the bright lights hurt my eyes at first. The smell of food and coffee is strong as I am greeted by the waitress who knows who I am. She runs over to me and personally shows my to a seat at the counter, talking away about how good I look tonight. Looking at me with those bedroom eyes she has, I pity the straight men that can't resist her charms. Of course I play alone, I do have a reputation to uphold. But at least I know she won't be getting child support off me when she comes up pregnant. It's one way out of a dead end job in this area getting your hooks in a Trooper! After we shoot the regular shit and she takes my order, I smack her ass as she walks away. Like I said, I'm an expert at blending in. Scanning the booths and tables I take in all the customers with my cop eye. There are only six customers counting myself. I only recognize two as regulars. As the waitress drops the cup of steaming black coffee on the counter in front of me am I brought back to reality. Adding tons of sugar I listen to the conversations around and behind me, before I taste the brew. Able to walk on its own, the strong coffee warms my insides as I swallow. Sitting the cup back on the saucer I hear a guy talking loudly as he exits the men's room. Just before the door clos es another guy comes out behind him. It's obvious they know each other as they head for the counter stools continuing to talk. Of the two, my eye is attracted to the one in baggy gray sweat pants and an old dingy tee shirt with holes in it. He's tall about 30/35 and built pretty good on his upper body. Nice square shoulders I notice. He's not the type I am usually attracted to, but he makes something in me awaken fast. Out of the corner of my eye I can see a
wet spot in the right front of his sweat pants where his cock head has leaked from a lack of a good shaking off, as he turns towards me. Much to my dismay, they plop down within a stool of mine. I am forced to acknowledge this guy I like as he turns to me and offers his name. "Dennis, good to meet you," he offers. Extending his hand I am impressed with his strong handshake. Not knowing if it's my tiredness or what, but I feel an instant connection between us. My burger and fries arrive quickly and are given to me as the waitress asks the guys beside me what they will have tonight. They both quickly start the flirting game with her as I take a huge bite out of my burger. I listen and laugh inside as I hear them try every corny pick-up line in the world. She plays along looking over at me winking occasional. As she walks away with their order the guy beside me pokes my ribs and asks if that isn't some hot looking pussy! He proceeds to lean close to me and explain in detail how he could fuck something like that all night. Gyrating his hips in and out on the stool and holding his arms up, he tells me how he would slam her into heaven. I have to smile along with him as he laughs and tells me how horny he is. "Dude, I'd fuck a snake if someone would hold it still," he bragged loudly as his buddy told him to keep it down before they got throwed out of here! As both there coffee's arrived and she walked away again, I was told how sweet her ass looked in that uniform. "I'm an ass man," he bragged as he looked at me and asked if I was a local? When I nodded I was, he quickly leaned in real close and asked if I had gotten any off her? Playing it cool and not looking at him, I answered, "I don't fuck and tell!" He liked that and smacked my back and then scooted over to the seat beside me and put his arm around my neck. "Come on buddy, just tell me if she's any good in bed and if I have a chance tonight with her," he begged? I had to say I enjoyed the feeling of his warm body next to mine. He was a strong feeling guy and down right handsome in a scruffy way. He looked like he worked in the sun a lot by his dark tan and lightened hair. When he smiled at me it was obvious he lost a couple of his teeth in a fight. He smelled like old deodorant and I took in his scent as he continued to hug my neck. I couldn't help but look down as he rubbed and adjusted his crotch as he continued to ask about her. As he turned and watched her working I could stare at his crotch without him knowing. I liked the way the loose warn material outlined his cock and shaft. Moving his legs in and out in a nervous beat, I was rewarded with an outline of the crown of his cut cock head when the material was stretched tight. Dropping his arm down my back, he rubbed me up and down as he asked again what his chances were tonight with her? I finally gave in and told him I thought his chances were slim tonight. I made up a lie saying I thought she was hooked up with a man now. He really seemed disappointed at that answer and pulled his arm back to himself. Pulling his coffee over in front of himself he sulked and whispered, "Dam " under his breath as he drank from the cup. We continued to talk back and forth as we all three finished our meals. They both seemed like good guys and I felt comfortable with them. His buddy was really showing signs of sleepiness and tossed his share of the meal on the counter and said he was going to bed. He got up, excused himself and walked out the door. The guy beside me explained they were traveling south for work and were driving an old travel trailer. "We have to watch all our expenses, moneys tight since we both lost our construction jobs. I got child support to pay and so does my buddy" He went on to tell me they both hung drywall for a living and lost their jobs once the job was done. They heard of a big housing project going in down state and were headed there with high hopes and big plans. I listened to all he had to say as I finished my coffee. Looking at my watch I explained I needed to get moving. He asked the time and didn't realize it was so late. I offered to pay his tab and his buddies to help them on their journey and he accepted with a huge smile and another back rub. Just before leaving I told him I needed to hit the "can" as the coffee was running right through me. He said he needed to also, and followed behind me as I entered the restroom. Standing at urinals side by side we both began to piss. As some cocky men do, he placed one arm high on the tile wall in front of himself and sighed loud as his piss began to flow. I couldn't help but look over at him and he was smiling a shitty smile. I shook my head and concentrated on relaxing my bladder as I took in the moment. The sound of his strong piss stream was loud in the bowel water. I finished first and zipped up and walked away. He watched me as I turned and headed for the sinks. Feeling the need to splash water on my face I bent over and turned on the cold water. The cool water felt good and I ran my wet fingers through my short hair as I looked
at myself in the mirror. I saw him standing behind me shaking his head and finally he let go with a loud, "God Dam, look at that!" As I reached for a paper towel to dry off I asked, "What the fucks wrong with you?" "You man, he answered. Don't you know better then to put that ass of yours out there like that when you know how horned up I am. Shit I told you earlier I'd fuck a snake tonight if someone would hold one still. Hell, even your ass looks good enough right now!" "You're a crazy fuck I answered back laughing." Before I knew it he was behind me rubbing the crack of my ass through my jeans. "This crazy enough for you man," he answered low. His face was at the back of my neck as he whispered, "You smell fuckable." As I pulled forward he smacked my butt. He quickly laughed and turned away saying, "Had you man, had you good!" He walked over and started running his fingers through his hair adjusting it in the mirror as I threw the paper towels in the waste can. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room suddenly and I could see him watching me. I didn't like the feel of the situation and knew it was time for me to leave. As I walked behind him and grabbed for the door handle is when he spoke again. "Think about it man. I really appreciate you paying for my dinner, but there' s another way you can help me out even more. Shrugging his shoulders he went on, "If I am wrong I apologize now and I hope you're not pissed. If you're interested in helping more...I'm in the truck with the camper on the back parked outside." As if to seal the deal, he grabbed his crotch and held it. I didn't answer and walked out the door. As the door closed I heard, "You know you want to!" I wasn't pissed at him, I had thought about his offer for a second but decided to walk away tonight. I liked this diner too much to risk hooking up here. Another place, another time, maybe. I went back to the counter and grabbed all three checks and headed for the cash register. As the waitress rung them up he brushed past me and headed out the glass door. I was distracted by the way the sweats material was between his butt cheeks and outlined his nice buns as he stepped out. The waitress looked at me funny and asked if I was Ok as she held out my change. "Oh sorry babe," I answered. Just seems like I have seen that guy before tonight. I asked her if she had ever saw him before? She shook here head no, but bragged she thought he was cute and would let him park his boots under her bed anytime! She then asked, "He a criminal or something?" I shook my head no and laughed as I walked out. The rain was beginning to dry up and the wind blew slightly as I made my way down the covered walkway. The dryer night air felt good and I took a deep breath. As I passed under the dim light bulb hanging above me again, I heard a low "Pissst, over here!" In the darkness I saw the glow of a lit cigarette moving towards me. He stopped where there was just enough light to make out his face and waved me over.
"My camper's over here, come on man," he whispered. I stopped moving and looked around. Stuffing both my fists in my front jeans
pockets I just stared at him. My mind was running the whole scenario in panic mode. Quietly I yelled back, "I can't man, not tonight." That answer just seemed to set him off more and I watched as he pulled his sweat pants down off his hips and shook his soft cock at me. "Come on man, don't make me beg for it," he yelled back. Again looking around first I took a daring move and stepped off the walkway and onto the gravel parking lot. As I moved towards him he moved towards me. When we met he reached for my hand and placed it on his soft cock. I groped and checked out his equipment as we stood close to each other. Looking me in the eyes in the darkness he whispered, "I know your going to be tighter then she would ever be anyways. Won't take me long to nut you, I aint had any for a few days. So you'll be out of here quick if we just get this started. Unless you want a double yoke fuck?" He pulled up his pants and put his arm around my shoulders. We started moving as one deeper into he darkness. "My camper's over here." As we walked he puffed hard on the cigarette hanging from his mouth as his other hand rubbed my chest. "I'm fucking glad you decided to help me out, he bragged as we walked, squeezing my neck as he spoke. I have always enjoyed fucking military guys ass. To me its like I'm doing my part to help out my country! You'll go back to Iraq a bowed legged solider, I guarantee it. I'm going to tare you a new one tonight!" Let me know what you think so far guys! Comments are always welcomed at Dogbone421@aol.com (mailto:Dogbone421@aol.com)