Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 19:41:31 EST
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "the Ex Con and the Cop"  part 10

     Three days past and I had talked with Mark everyday. His balls were
starting to get itchy and I knew I had to find a way for us to get together. I was
on duty and with a suspect when my cell rang. I didn't recognize the number
so I didn't take the call. I had handcuffed and placed the actor in the back of
my patrol car when my phone rang again. This time I took the call not
expecting it to be anybody. Instantly I knew it was Mark. "Baby can you talk," came
from him. I answered sure as I walked to the trunk of the car and made sure we
were not heard by anyone around. In a loud whisper to him I said," I'm going
to let you fuck me tonight Mark, relax buddy." I soon learned that was not
why he had called me on duty. "I got trouble," he whispered back. He told me he
was calling from a pay phone and that he couldn't go back to his trailer. I
asked why as I listened for his response. "I can't explain it all now, but
remember when I told you I had done some things I shouldn't have"? I answered, "
Yes." "Well the police are looking for me, I need your help tonight." I knew
exactly what had happened and what was going on as soon as he started. I
listened to all he had to say as I though of a plan of action for us now that the
shit had hit the fan. "Where are you," I asked? He told me he was outside the
liquor I knew of and staying hidden as best he could. I told him I would be
there in about an hour and to stay out of sight. I hung up the phone and sighed
deep. I proceeded to drive my prisoner to jail and fill out some paper work
before I hit the road on patrol again.


 About 90 minutes had pasted since I had talked to him and I was worried if
he was still ok. I drove to the store he mentioned and pulled in and parked. I
got out so wherever he was he could see it was me. From the shadows he
appeared looking all around. I walked to him and spoke," Let's get in my car." We
both got in as I started the car and pulled out. He looked very worried and I
could tell he was not himself. "I can't go back to the trailer," he said. My
response we "OK." I decided I would take him to my house and drop him off. As
we drove I asked what had happened. He explained the drug dealing, begging me
to forgive him. To comfort him I told him it would be all right. That he made a
mistake and he knew that. He told me the friends he was involved with were
busted today and word was out the police were after him also. He knew better
from past experience to not go back to his place.  "I need a place to stay till
this blows over," he said. "Motel or something," he sighed. I told him I was
taking him to my house. "Really," he asked? I nodded as I watched the road. "I
never been to your house," he responded. "Yeah," I replied. "But you're
with me now." "I can take care of you." He seamed to relax some as he sat low in
the seat. He rubbed my thigh as I drove.


   When we pulled in my driveway he whistled low and commented, "Nice place."
 We both got out and I unlocked the side door to the kitchen and we both
slipped in. We hugged as I told him I had to get back on patrol. "You don't have
time for a quickie," he asked as he rubbed my uniform pants? "I sure could us
one right now." Much as I wanted to I told him I needed to get back. He didn'
t listen as he never had and began to unbutton his jeans and down went his
zipper. "You're my bitch and you said you would take care of my needs, remember
you agreed to this," he said. "Mark I got to get back in the car, I'm on
call," I told him. "I'm backed up bad, I can cum quick if you get started on me,"
 I fucking cussed the idea but started loosening my tie and removed my gun
belt and laid it on the counter. I got on my knees. "You better nut fast, and
please don't get any on uniform," I told him. He pulled his boxer waistband
below and behind his ball sack as I moved my face close. I took his soft cock in
my mouth and began to service him. His balls smelled like balls, his cock like
a cock as I started working his shaft. He swelled fast and soon he was
holding my head as he bucked my mouth. I sucked hard as I let him drive the action
trying to get him to cum as quick as was possible. It wasn't long before he was
instructing me to suck his cock head harder. I worked my mouth and tongue as
he had taught me to suck cock. My fingers rubbing his hairy ball sack and
feeling the thick heavy nuts he carried. He let go with a deep load moan as he
held me still while I tongued the tip. Three thick and hot squirts filled my
mouth and I savored his cum's taste before swallowing it. He slowly continued to
shoot sperm as I swallowed all he offered me. Once I knew his flow was done I
cleaned his super sensitive head off and pulled off him and stood. He looked
total spent as I got myself back together. I noticed my trousers tented as I put
my belt back on. "I'll be home in about 5 hours," I said as I turned to
leave. "Anything you want to eat go ahead, make yourself at home," I yelled as I
closed the door. Cleaning my teeth with my tongue as I walked to the car. "Dam
pubic hairy as I spit.  I got in my car, backed out of my driveway and drove
away. I was truly lucky for I had received no calls while I was inside. I
reached for my bottle of water and took a big swig to clean the taste of his sperm
from my mouth. Popping a few breath mints to cover sperm breath I was ready
to finish my night. Once I was settled I checked my computer screen to see if
there was a warrant for Mark's arrest. My heart sunk, there was a warrant.


     As luck would have it, it was a late night for me. Lots of paper work to
fill out and things I needed to tie up. Once I was finished I ran out the
door to get home. Pulling in the driveway at close to 2 am there were no lights
on. When I closed my car door I saw the kitchen light come on. Mark met me at
the door and it felt good to come home to a house that was not empty. We hugged
again as he told me I had a great place. I could smell the cigarette smoke in
the house already. He was down to his bowers and socks as we walked to my
bedroom so I could change. Needless to say he wanted to fuck me and I was all for
it as we began our new living agreement.

   It was great to wakeup to him beside me every morning and have breakfast
with him. He was a slob as I expected and needed to be reminded to shower every
couple days. I did his laundry and took care of all his needs. We fucked
twice a day, when I got home and just before I left for work. He couldn't really
leave the house for fear of being seen. So he didn't have much else to do but
think about sex. I learned every inch of his body and did whatever he wanted. I
wanted to please him and make him totally mine. He watched TV and drank beer
till I got home. He was happy to sit around and wait for me for about two
weeks time. It was after then I noticed he had new cigarettes and different beer
when I would come home. I asked him about it and he was right, he couldn't hide
out forever. I explained my fear of him getting caught and us not being able
to be together. He said he understood but as always he didn't listen to
anyone. For a solid month we played house and made love like newlyweds. Me walking
bowed legged was a reality.

   But then came the night I came home and he wasn't there. I panicked and
feared the worst. I didn't have anyway to call him and had to sit home waiting.
At about 6 am I got a call from him. His one phone call allowed. He had been
picked up walking along the 4-lane highway. He was under arrest. He wanted to
know if I could help him any and I told him I would try. He told me he loved me
before he hung up and that he was sorry. I cried uncontrollable after I hung
the phone up.


   I called a good lawyer for him and paid for his whole defense. All on the
QT. He was convicted at trial and I was there when he was sentenced. 8 years
sentence, 5 years for good behavior. I got to talk with him before they took
him to prison. Being a fellow cop I was able to pull some strings. We had made
some plans when he was living with me about what would happen if he got caught.
I wanted him to know I was going to wait for him. His first comment to me
when we were alone was, "forget about me." I looked him right in the eyes and
told him I would never let him go. He seamed to feel better after I said that. I
told him he had to ware condoms when he had sex in prison cause I wanted
things to be the same when he got out. He nodded he understood. Time flew quick as
we talked. Before we knew it the guard was there to take him way. I watched
him walk away looking as sexy as always even in prison orange. He turned and
winked at me, mouthed he loved me as he turned the corner and disappeared.


   That was three and a half years ago now. Mark's still in prison and I
think he has reason to do well. Thinking about our life together after all this is
over. For once he has someone who's there for him. Looks like he will be
getting out in another year and a half, good behavior.  He calls me once a month
and I send him care packages all the time. Seams he's always got a new tattoo
to brag about! Our relationship is still between trusted people and us.  I
think some of the guys on the force know I'm gay and you know what, "Fuck them'! I
'm sure they heard rumors. As long as they still protect me on backup I'll
still be a cop.


    Dutch and I been having sex since Mark went to prison. He's been filling
in my need. At first we fucked twice a week when he had a construction job
close by, always at noontime. He knows I love Mark and is cool with the idea. He
needed sexual relief and I provided that to him. He and his girl friend split
up and he moved about two hours away. He drops by maybe twice a month now to
fuck me. He's a great guy and some girl someday will be very lucky. Gay, no,
Bi, yes!

  And the mechanic at the truck stop, Hank. Well I can say he and I shacked
up many a weekend. Let me tell you that guy is one good fuck! Always dropping
big loads in me. He really started pestering me to live with him when he found
out I was a cop. He kept me naked and fucked the whole time I was around him.
I really think he believes in the old. "Barefoot and pregnant." But I got to
say the poor fellow was dumber then a pile of rocks. Sex is one thing, but you
got to be able to talk after that's done! He's a big dick hillbilly!


   And to answer the age old question, "Did I get tested'? The answer is yes
and I'm still negative. I have learned not to have sex bareback. It took a
while to learn to control my impulse sex. Mark was my first bareback and I was
hooked the minute he cum in me. I think a lot of you fellow dudes can relate.
We all do stupid things in the passion of sex. Especially when we want a guy to
want sex with us again. Dutch still gets me unprotected and so does Hank when
we can hook up. Other dudes, sorry. I'm waiting for Mark to come home and we
can start a new life together. If I have to leave the force, so be it. Love is
way more important then all this! Thanks guys for listening to my story!
Always check your rearview mirror, it could be me pulling you over. You never
know! PEACE! And out!