Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 03:36:53 EDT
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "Night Patrol"  part 2 ( adult friends)

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
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