Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2007 23:16:56 EDT
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "A Cop's Worst Nightmare"  Part 7

Man, I felt good! Better then I had felt in a long time. I watched Jake
disappear behind the grove of trees at the end of my property. Total darkness was
almost here. I turned and walked back up my driveway towards the house. I
clinched my butt hole as I felt moisture and slickness as I moved. I shook my head
as the idea of me, a guy who always does the right thing, was now caring
another guys load deep in my guts. I was surprised I wasn't freaking out at that
idea. Before all this had happened with the kidnapping, I would have been a wild
man with rage at the thought of all this. Now, well now I'm still half hard
as I think of all the baby makers Jake deposited in me. How if I was a chick, I'
m sure by now I would be caring his kid. Dam, why did that thought just make
my dick jump? I reach down and groped my cock that is still tenting the front
of my jockey shorts. I slowly rub the head as I walk back wanting bad to get
my own nut soon. Man, the though just hit me, if the guys I work with could see
me here like this now. That was what I had noticed was different about me. I
wasn't concerned about being a breeding ground for another man's sperm. No, I
was more worried what they would say if they knew I had just gotten fucked
and that I was still walking around with a hard on for the dude!
As I approached the garage the outdoor floodlights lit. There was no hiding
that I was walking around in my underwear if I lived close to another house.
But out here I had my privacy.  I opened the garage door and entered again. I
needed to get my house keys out of my pants. Approaching my cloths that were in
a small pile I noticed a wet spot on the sleeping bag. It was obvious it was
leakage. Using my sock covered foot I stepped on the area to dry it. The amount
of moisture that soaked into the bottom of my sock was great. Without thought
I spoke out loud to myself, "Dam makes a guy wonder how much he did dump in
me if this is just overflow!" After using my other socked foot to get the rest
of the wetness off the fabric, I picked up the sleeping bag and returned it to
its place in the ceiling rafters. Small wet spots were left on the concert
floor from where I had walked. Bunching up my cloths, I headed for the house. I
needed a shower and date with my hand.
I slept well that night. When I awoke I was sporting a hard on like every
morning. Walking into the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. I checked my
haircut and rubbed my hand through the sharp bristles. I always liked the
feel the sharp short hairs had. I tired to will my hard on down so I could take a
morning piss. But my cock still had Jake on its mind. Just thinking his name
made my cock pulse. Just like when you were a teenager and the thought of sex
made your cock hurt. That's the effect Jake was starting to have on me. I knew
it and I knew it was only going to get worse if I didn't nip this in the bud
fast. Looking at myself in the mirror I admitted to my reflection that I was
falling for him. I wasn't comfortable with that idea. I could rationalize
having sex with a guy once in a while now, but more then that, no! Suddenly the
thoughts of me having kids and a wife rushed to the front of my mind. I wasn't
cut out for this guy sex shit. No, I needed to get back on track. Still not
being able to take a piss, I walked out of the bathroom with a new mental
attitude. But the head between my legs was still thinking of Jake.
It was two days later at the end of my shift that I noticed a strange truck
parked in my driveway. It was one o'clock in the morning and I noticed it as I
drove down the road in front of my house. I quickly loosened the top button on
my gun holstered as I pulled in behind the vehicle in my patrol car. If a
police car didn't scare this actor, nothing would. My hand on my gun I was ready
for whatever came next. I watched as the driver door opened on the old high
sitting rust bucket of a truck. With my headlights on high beam I instantly
recognized that the guy getting out was Jake. He walked towards my cruiser with
his hands half held up and a big shit-eating grin on his face. I killed the
patrol cars engine and refastened my gun. Getting out myself, I met him as he
approached my car door. "You could get yourself shot doing dumb shit like this at
this time of night," I barked at him! He quickly fired back at me, "I know, I
seen you in action before!" Just the cocky way he said that to me made me
half smile. He always seemed to know how to ease my pissed off attitude.
"What the fuck you doing out here at this time of night," I asked him next?
He staggered towards me and got close. He rubbed the upper front of my uniform
and spoke low, "Thought maybe you might be in the mood for some tonight. I
waited two days to give you time. My nuts are full and I want you tonight. How
about it baby, going to give it up to me," he cooed?
Man I wanted to so bad. My cock instantly started to puff up. But I took a
deep breath and stepped back from him. "Jake, we need to talk," I answered. "
Sure baby," came from him as he stepped close to me again. This time his one
hand went to the front of my uniform pants. He instantly found my cock and traced
its outline. "You sure you want to talk now, how about we talk after we fuck."
 His sexy actions only made it harder for me. "Please stop," I asked him as
he continued to rub my cock. For once he listened to me and pulled his hand
away from my crotch. "OK, this sounds serious," he said. Nodding my head in the
darkness I spoke. "Jake, I don't think I can go through with all this. I don'
t think this is what I want." He listened to me make all kinds of excuses
before he said anything. As I have learned with him, he knows to let me vent my
thoughts and then we do, as he wants.
He started slowly defending our actions. I listened to all he had to say and
agreed on some. But the thing that was like a kick in the balls was when he
said, "I really care about you and I'm willing to wait for you." DAM, that blew
me right out of the water! This beefy, solid man's man wanted me as his! I
was at a total loss for words. I think he knew it to because he rubbed both my
shoulders and asked if I was all right? I didn't need to answer because before
I could he started talking again. "I know what you need and if you will give
me a chance I will prove myself to you. You willing to give me a chance to do
that," he asked? Shyly I smiled and answered I would. He hugged me tight and
then let off with a real loud whistle. He jumped back and pointed at me, "I'll
show you what kind of man I am!" Just that quickly he asked if I could back my
car up and let him get out of here. He patted me on the back as we parted. I
walked to my car feeling so good inside. But at the same time I was wondering
what he had in mind. As I started the patrol car again, the headlights lit
him. I watched as he opened his truck door. Just before he jumped up inside it he
gripped his crotch and pointed at me again. Even through the closed car
window I could hear him yell, "He'll be inside you soon, don't worry!" Under my
breath I had to say, "Cocky son of a bitch!"
Thursday night on my way home I was again greeted by Jake's old truck parked
in my driveway. As I pulled in I shook my head in disgust and now realized he
was going to be a problem. Thinking fast for the words I needed to end this
here and now, I got out of my cruiser. I left my headlights on to be sure I
could see if anything might happen. I heard the loud click of his truck door open.
I watched as a guy jumped out that I wasn't sure was Jake. I stopped walking
towards him as I waited. As the bright headlights lit this guy I suddenly
realized THIS was Jake! My god, he looked so different. He had gotten his hair
buzzed short again. He was wearing new tight blue jeans, new yellow construction
boots and a crisp white dress shirt. He looked like he had just showered and
the night wind shifted and I could smell OLD SPICE after-shave strong on him.
He walked slowly towards me with a big white smile. I was amazed that he
cleaned up so well! Just as he pasted the end of his pickup truck, he stopped and
backed up. "Almost forgot," he yelled. I watched as he reached into the bed of
the truck and pulled out a six-pack of beer and some fucking flowers. I know
my mouth was at my kneecaps as he stepped to me and announced in a heavy
country draw, "I come to court you!" "I got a bucket of chicken in the back also
baby!"

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