The following afternoon (morning to you day shift guys) I was tired. I over slept and it was almost 12:30 pm when I crawled out of bed. The long hours of overtime plus my working out that afternoon drained me. Right after taking a long piss I headed for my wallet to get Bob's number. I went to the kitchen to use the phone and start some coffee. My cock fattened up and parted the slit of my boxers as I dialed the numbers. I looked down at my buddy peaking through the material and felt that male pride we all have. As the phone rang I scratched my nuts and dug an itch near my butt hole. I was shocked and speechless when a woman answered. Talk about losing a hard-on fast! I quickly found the words to ask for Bob. She was pleasant and asked if it was important because he was asleep. I told her not to wake him, that I would call back later. She asked if I could give my name but I hung up quickly like I didn't hear her. Man I was fucking weird out knowing I talked to his wife. Its one thing to fuck with a married guy, it's another to hear the voice of the other person he's banging. I sat, drank my coffee and wondered what she looked like and how she acted. I shook my head to clear it and headed for the shower. I would deal with this later today as I focused my mind on work.
Later while on patrol I pulled over and called Bob's house. I was prepared to hang up fast if she answered. Much to my relief he answered. My first question was, "Can you talk"? That was followed by a," Honey I'm going to take this in the bedroom, it's my buddy that called earlier." I could hear an "Ok" in the background from the voice I now knew as hers. There was a long silence, then one phone being picked up, then another being hung up. He fumbled the receiver before I heard a, "Hey buddy, sorry about this afternoon." I let him know right away I was freaked out when she answered. He went on to explain that she stayed home from work today, called out sick. I asked if she was sick and he answered, "Nah she just wanted the day off." I apologized for calling, but saying he had asked me too. He said all was cool and that he was happy that I called back. He started in whispering that he missed my asshole and that today when he fucked his wife he was thinking about me. I have to tell you guys, I was again freaked out hearing that. Now that I had a voice to place with her it seemed to change things. I was glad he was thinking about me, but dam, while he was fucking her! I guess the ugly head of jealousy reared it head inside me. I instantly started to pout and began to act distant while he was talking. "Can you make it over tomorrow," he asked? "I'm not sure," I answered. I guess I wanted him to beg me, because when he started, I gave in. My desire to be with a man was overwhelming and I accepted the situation. "What time and where," came from me as I rubbed my balls through my uniform? "Tomorrow around 11 am here at my place cool," he asked? I quickly asked if he was sure it was safe at his place, no wife around? He wanted me to call first to be sure but he was certain all was," Good to go," as he put it! I put down my cell phone wondering if I should do this, at the same time wondering what it would be like to get fucked in his bed?
The rest of the evening on patrol I went through all the questions in my head about the way things were going. I just wished I hadn't called and his wife answered. It really put into prospective that he was married, had kids, and I would be perceived as the "home wreaker" if we ever made a go of things. Dam look at me, fucking already picking out a china pattern! Was I turning into someone else before my eyes? I was pissed at myself for starting to have feeling so soon and put all those thoughts on the back burner. I pulled over a truck for "no reason"; just to get my mind off everything. It was a pretty good-looking, skinny guy who got out of the cab. He looked to be my age, blond and scruffy looking. I did the usually harassing things. I wanted to check his logs, his truck's maintenance. He was cool and accepted my, "Doing my duty routine." As always those skinny guys pack large wads and I took notice of his. On the dark side of the trailer, along the shoulder of the road, I was inspecting his running lights. The red and blue lights from my cruiser lit the trees and shrubs along the shoulder. Their pattern looked almost beautiful in the dark as they danced over the tree leaves.
He asked if he could take a piss, seeing how I stopped him before he made it to the rest area. My instant reaction was "Hell no"! But I felt somewhat sorry for the fellow, stopping him for nothing, so I allowed him. "Just get close to the wheels and don't be seen," I barked! I got my flashlight out and was checking the tread on his front cab tires. When I turned I saw him pissing on the double set of tires right behind me. My flashlight beam shinned on him as I took notice of his piss flow. The spatter of his stream could be heard slightly over the occasional car flying past us. I watched as the ground beneath him darkened and a large wet place formed. Guess I took to long checking it out when I noticed him eyeing me with bent eyebrows. I killed my light as he shook off the last drops. I focused on the clipboard in my hands and flipped the pages, as I looked busy. When I looked back up he was just standing there. The wind blew slightly and I could smell strong piss in the air. He hadn't bothered to zip up yet even though he had put his cock away. "Can I open my door and show you something," he asked? I stepped aside as he stepped up on the running board on the passenger side and opened the large door. I could tell he was a little nervous and I didn't know what he was doing. I will say I kept my eye on him as he sat in the large front seat with his legs hanging down to the running board.
"If you want, I can keep watch up here, no body can see us or sneak up on us, " he spoke. I didn't say anything as I listened to the purr of the diesel engine and watched to see what he was up to. He held his hands out for me to see he wasn't hiding anything and then started to open the front of his jeans. He stood up on the running board and pulled them low. He checked around us first, and then looked at me. The words "Can I," came from him as he waited for my response. I didn't say anything as he pulled his pants and underwear lower. I could see a nice set of nuts and a good-sized cock in the red light provided by the flashers from the rig. He sat back down on the seat facing me and motioned me over. I knew what he wanted and I took the bait. I was horny for this, I 'd been good for so long, and couldn't stop my actions. Fuck, if Bob can fuck pussy I can get some also I thought. I took off my hat as I approached the door and put my clipboard and hat on the floorboards of the cab. Stepped up on the running board I was the right height for blowing him. The cooler air from the air conditioner felt good on a warm night like tonight. He was sitting back on his elbows with his soft cock laying to the right of his sack. He opened his legs as I moved my head towards his cock.
"This has to be quick," I told him as I examined his cock and sack with my hand. I sucked his cock head in my mouth as I began to coat it with spit. I sucked its softness deep in my mouth. I could feel the pulse of his cock as it hardened. My tongue lapped at his nut sack while I kept him in my mouth. His balls were furry and felt like two hard-boiled eggs in their sack. He began to moan as I worked his shaft and cock head. I had learned somewhat to do better with the last guy I blew and I wanted to practice more on this guy. In my mind this was a leaning experience! He quickly swelled full hard and I was bobbing my head up and down. I could taste precum starting to flow from his cock head as my tongue lapped it. He sat up in the seat and held my head as he humped up into my mouth. The seat springs squeaked slightly as he rose and sat. He asked me to "Work his head," as he continued humping my head. I pulled back and sucked the tip, making sure I got the extra sensitive area on the back of his cock head. He really seemed to get off on me doing that, cause the next thing I knew he was telling me he was close. "You swallow," was asked of me as he neared climax? I moaned a "yeah" as best I could when I felt him push me hard down on his shaft. His cum shot at the back of my mouth. He shot large wads that I swallowed as fast as I could, hoping I wouldn't chock. With a final sigh, he released my head and fell back again on his elbows. I cleaned his cock shaft and head as he softened fast. Finished I quickly backed off and stepped down off the running board. I reached in and got my hat and paperwork. I took a few steps back and looked around. All seemed well as I adjusted my hard cock. I spit a few times trying to get a public hair out of my mouth. He stood and pulled his pants up and fastened them. Stepping down on the ground with me he offered a," Thanks."
I offered a "Looks like your paperwork is all in order, you can go." I turned and walked towards my patrol car when I heard him say, "You're the one, right"? Stopping I turned and asked, "The one," what you mean? You're the cop that's blowing truckers on this stretch? Man my heart sunk like it had weights on it. "I walked like a mad man towards him. He turned and started to walk from me when I shouted, "Stop right there"! He stopped and I was in his face quickly. "WHO the FUCK told you that," Came from me with rage in my voice. I could tell he was scared of me and I liked it to be honest. He held up his hands like I had a gun on him and started spilling his guts. "One of the gay truckers who runs this stretch of interstate told me." "He was bragging about fucking a cops mouth, I just figured it was you." I was huffing and puffing like a mad bull. I just stared at him as I ran my options through my head. "I would never act like I did with a trooper if I didn't think you were him," he went on. "Please man, don't shoot me, I'm sorry," he said. I couldn't think clear as I listen to him ramble on. "Shut the fuck up," I yelled at. I turned away from him as I saw my police career flying out the window. I could hear and see the guys at the barracks if they found out about this. I took two steps toward my car and turned back to him. "How many of you know about this," I asked him? Not realizing I was admitting I was the guy he was talking about. "Well there was only three of us in the truckers lounge when he talked about you." " All of us are into guys, he knew that and knows we would keep our mouths shut."
"I didn't believe him to be honest, till I saw you eyeing my crotch." "So I put myself out there and you blew me." "Hey I loved it man, I wouldn't rat on you, fuck quite the opposite, I'd be honored if you let me fuck you on my next run." "Fuck man I know you guys have needs also, how hard it must be in your line of work to be gay," he said. "The guys talked about that in the lounge that night." I listened as I took in all he said. "Fuck man, we'd be glad to help you out anytime we drive through." "You better keep this quiet," I said as it was the only thing I could say. He swore on his mother's grave that he would never tell." "So any chance we could connect again sometime," he asked? I looked at him like he was crazy. I thought this guy must have steel balls to ask me something like that after I was so pissed off at him. "I could fuck you in the sleeper some night, no one would know." "Not sure you're into that, but a man gets real lonely out here on the road." I shook my head at him as I reached in my breast pocket and got my note pad. I wrote my cell phone number down and tore the sheet off and handed it to him. After he looked at it I stepped close to him and pointed my finger in his face. "This stays between us, your friend that told, well his ass is grass and I'm the mower"! He nodded his head and put the paper in his jeans pocket. "You into getting fucked officer," he asked? "I already checked out your buns, beautiful looking ass in those pants officer." Out of the corner of my eye I saw a fellow officer pulling in behind my patrol car with his lights on also. I knew it was time to end all this. As I started back to my car I turned and yelled to him, "Remember what I said"! I made my way over the loose gravel till I was at the other police car. It was one of my brothers just making sure I was all right and wondered if I needed any help. I stood and talked with him as I watched the big rig pull away.
Next morning I woke up earlier, showered, shaved before I called him at 11:00 Am. Man I was excited with the thought of being with him again. When he answered he sounded like he was asleep. "No wife buddy," he spoke! He gave me directions to his apartment house and what apartment he was in. I dressed in civilian cloths, tee shirt and jeans. I knew the area where he lived, but not the exact place. I drove my truck slowly through the maze of brick apartments buildings. The complex was old and in need of repairs. Large parking lots surrounded each building. When I found his place I saw his big truck parked close to an outside stairway. His apartment was on the third floor. I parked and walked towards the stairs. A few savory characters were hanging out working on a car as I passed close. I could tell they smelled that I was a cop. Seams low lives have that ability at times. I climbed the concrete stairs till I was on the third level.
Walking slowly I counted down the door numbers till I came to his. Before I knocked I listened at the door. It was very quiet and I took the risk of knocking. I heard a small voice yelling, "I'll get it daddy"! The small child fumbled with the door handle before the squeaky opened slightly. "Who are you," came from the small boy in front of me. I squatted down to be at the child's level as I answered, "I'm here to see your dad." He opened the door wide and ran off yelling," Daddy"! I stepped in the small alcove and closed the noisy door behind me. The room was dark as I made my way into the living room. I took off my sunglasses to allow my eyes to adjust. Toys and children's cloths were everywhere along with beer bottles and magazines on the tables. The place looked like it hadn't been cleaned good in a long time. I stood just inside the room waiting for Bob to come out. He appeared just after the small kid came back into the room. Bob stood before me in just his white underwear looking sleepy and tired. The kid was a spitting image of his dad and there was no denying who was the father. The kid right off came over to me and wanted me to play with him. He took my hand and led me to his pile of toys. I again squatted down and pretended I was interested as I watched Bob scratch his nut sack. He soon walked over and told Bobby junior that he and I had some adult business to talk about first. I told the kid I would play with him when we got done. He seemed disappointed but didn't follow as I rose up and moved with Bob towards what I figured was the bedroom.
Stepping inside the room I saw an unmade dirty looking bed. There was a crib in the corner that had a sleeping baby in it. He told me to close the door quietly and motioned me over to the sleeping child. I walked over and he rubbed my back as he showed me the kid. "Beautiful isn't she," he asked? From the nothing I knew about kids she looked just like any other baby, but I humored him and bragged that she had his good looks. He liked that and smiled at me. Next thing I knew he was removing his underwear. He stood before my nude shaking the cobwebs out of his cock and sack. "This is going to make me sleep good, I need a good nut," he whispered. "Get your cloths off buddy, we got work to do," he said. I felt strange as I took off my tee shirt and noticed wedding pictures on the dresser. Funny but I all of the sudden smelled stale perfume when I saw the perfume bottles. Bob had already crawled in bed and was stretched out. He yawned a few times as he watched me undress. He had already propped two pillows behind his head as he waited for me. When he saw my boxers being pulled down he opened his nightstand and removed the KY. He tapped the other side of the bed for me to get in as he lubed his cock. His cock was starting to swell up as I got in bed. Without any foreplay or talking he rolled up on to me and was ready to begin fucking. I opened my legs and he settled into me like we were an old married couple. "I knew you don't have much time and I need my sleep, so lets get this done," he whispered in my ear as I felt his cock head parting my butt cheeks. "You smell clean," came from him as his cock met my hole and he started pushing in. It had been a few weeks and I wasn't used to being violated here, so I tensed up and begged him to go easy. "Sure baby," came from him as he continued the pressure till my ring popped and he slipped deep in me. "Yeah," escaped from him as he sank fully into me. My chest was heaving and I was taking deep breaths. "Relax babe, I'm in now," he spoke as he started little back and forth movements.
My butt ring felt raw and the stinging started as he picked up his motion. The bed started squeaking as his forward and backward motion picked up. There wasn't much passion or romance in his lovemaking. I felt somewhat like we were on a timetable and he was in a hurry. I hugged his back and sucked his neck as I never done before. The sharpness of his beard was a turn on for me as I licked towards his Adam's apple. I sucked the bobbing knot as he swallowed and breathed deep. "Easy fucker," he spoke, "No bitch marks on me." I backed off feeling somewhat hurt hearing him say that. I tried to concentrate on our lovemaking and enjoy this powerful stud of a man. As he warmed up his body began to give off a smell a man gets when he's sweated. Combined with his morning breath, I was getting to know the real man I desired. Just being with his twice I could already tell when he was getting close to climax. Just the way he breathed and the tightness of him muscles was a give away. I held him extra tight and waited for his final deep thrust. All the sudden I heard the bedroom door handle being jiggled. "Your wife's home, " I blurted! I tried to get up but his weight held me down. All the sudden the door opened and in walked his small boy. Bob slowed his humping and stopped as he tuned to his boy. "I told you to play with your toys'! I looked at the child when he said, "I'm bored, what you two doing, dad"? I felt like melting into the mattress when I saw the young kid looking me in the eyes. "Were almost done Bobby junior, go play in the living room," he told the kid. The kid pouted but walked out leaving the door wide open. Bob just started right where he left off. As he picked up speed again I pushed on his chest. "Bob we can't do this, he might see us"! "Relax bitch, he sees his mom and I do it all the time," he offered up. He let his full weight pin me to the mattress as he continued on humping. He hit the one spot that drove me wild and I moaned. "See we can do this," he whispered. I give in and squeezed my hole to help end this sooner. "Yeah, yeah. Like that," came from him as he neared climax again. With a load snort and a lustful moan he dug deep and felt his cock fire deep in me. He raised his head up as he shot and his body jerked with each squirt his cock seemed to shoot. I was enjoying the moment feeling his slime beginning to leak from my hole when he boy walked back in the room.
He barked loud, "God dam it Bobby, I told you to play in the other room"! He rose up off me and pulled his half hard cock from my butt. He rolled over on his back beside me. His loud voice woke the baby and she began to cry. I felt dirty and totally in the wrong place. Bobby junior rubbed his dad's chest and whined, "When's mommy coming home"? Bob sat up and moved his legs to the side of the bed and hugged the boy. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." I watched as he walked nude with his cock shinny wet to pick up the baby. I took this a clue for me to get dressed. His boy walked over to me as I moved to the side of the bed. Sitting there as he moved between my legs, I felt embarrassed. I looked in his eyes as he talked to me. "You were doing what my mommy does with daddy,"
he said. I didn't know what to do or say when Bob spoke for me. "Bobby, leave him alone so he can get dressed." "Move out of the way," came next as I stood. I was afraid to turn my back to the boy for fear he would see and wonder about my slick, wet butt. So I faced him as I pulled my boxers back on. "I see your winner," the kid laughed as I pulled them up fast. I reached over and rubbed his head as I pulled my pants on next. I watched Bob pat the babies back and she drifted off to sleep again. He put her back down and walked over to me. "Sorry about all this, but things like this happen when you have kids, its life." I nodded my understanding but couldn't hold in what I wanted to say.
"Would you ever leave her for me," I asked? He looked shocked when I asked that. "Hell no man," came fast! "I love my wife and kids." "I thought you knew this was just sex between us, nothing more." "Typical FAG, always want the married guy you can't have," he spoke with a tone that pissed me off. I kept my cool because of the boy in the room. "This is over between us," I said as I walked past him for the front door. As I reached the door he shouted, "Get your fag ass out of here, faggot"! I opened the door and walked fast down the stairs towards my truck. As I neared the guys working on their car he shouted from the railing, "FAGGOT"! They looked at me with surprise and anger all at once. Once inside my truck I drove off and never looked back.
The following two days on patrol I did some real soul searching. By the time Saturday rolled around I was ready for the get together I was invited to at a fellow officers house. It was going to be a group of us just having fun socializing. The beer flowed and the company was great. A couple of the wives had set me up with dates from girl friends they thought would be "perfect for me. " I drank a lot to drown my sorrows and thought about dating women again. It may work for me now that I saw how things could be chasing men. I wanted to give it a new try I thought.
The following morning was Sunday. I woke up with," The hair of the dog,"
syndrome. My head hurt and my stomach tumbled. I drank some alka seltzer, sat in my boxers and read the paper. I heard someone pull into my driveway but figured it was someone just turning around. Next thing I knew my doorbell was ringing. I don't get much company so I figured it was someone lost. I looked out the front window to see a big high sitting truck parked in my driveway. It was dirty, old and had a load of chopped wood in the bed. I scratched my head wondering if I knew the vehicle. I pulled on some loose gym shorts and opened the door. Before me stood a huge man that I had to say I took notice right away. He was shirtless, real tight almost washed white blue jeans and dirty boots. His arms looked like Poppy's and his chest was covered with thick black hair. I instantly felt better and I gave him my full attention. "Hello Fucker," came from him as I listened to his deep voice. How does Spiderman say it, "My Spidy Senses," was going off BIG TIME in my head? Something didn't feel right at all. Suddenly from behind the large bush beside my door, out walked Mike! Before I could talk or react I was pushed by the big guy inside my door. Both men rushed in as I tried to make my way to my bedroom to get my gun. The big bull tackled me as I fought. I got a few good punches in before Mike was behind me holding my arms back. The next thing I knew I saw a big fist coming at my jaw. I saw black! It was, night, night time!
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